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Half-Brother Prince	By : SalazarRaphael Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Het - Male/Female Views: 2191 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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When the day came for the students to arrive, Hermione and Salazar suddenly felt nervous. Both had agreed that Harry needed to know. But Salazar was afraid to tell him. “What if he freaks out?”

            “Harry’s logical, Salazar. Relax.”

            “Easy for you to say,” he mumbled.

            “Sal, I’m his best friend. How do you think he’ll react to you dating me?”

            “What are you…”

            “Trust me, that’s what you should be worried about,” she tilted his head towards her, “he’s very protective of me, like a big brother.”

            “Well I’m his big brother,” Salazar muttered.

            “We have to tell him in private.”

            He sighed, “I know. It’s just hard.”

            “I know it is, baby. I know it is; but you can do it.”

            “Did you just call me baby?”

            She blushed, “Guess I shouldn’t do that.”

            “Definitely not,” he smirked, “besides I don’t really like pet names.”

            “That could change,” she grinned.

            “How are you separating the dynamic duo to keep Harry in our room while we can talk to him?”

            “We’ll figure something out. Professor Snape could always give him detention.”

            “Harry?”

            “Either one, really.”

            “I guess that could work,” Salazar said, a thoughtful look on his face.

            “Come on, we have to go down to meet the prefects,” she straightened her robes and looked over at him, “are you ready?”

            “Not sure, but let’s go.”

            The prefects were waiting in the side corridor they had been escorted to; Salazar held the door open for Hermione and she entered, “Welcome,” she said. The other students all raised their heads. “Obviously we’re Head Boy and Head Girl. I know you’ve already had your duties explained, so I don’t think we have anything else to add.”

            “We just want to point out,” Salazar was looking at the Slytherins and Gryffindors, “there will be no tolerance for house rivalries and abusing your powers. I will personally take any grievances we encounter to your heads of houses and if you’re in my house, expect me to personally punish you.” Hermione could see a few of the Slytherins and Gryffindors blush. Salazar was right, they’d have to watch them. She was glad he was Head Boy. She knew he’d be mean if he needed to be; it was harder for Hermione. She saw Ron glaring at Salazar and she had to fight the urge to roll their eyes.

            “Whenever you give a detention, you must send a copy to their Head of House as well as to us. We’re sharing a room, so you can just place it in the box outside our room, which we’ve warded to ensure no one tampers with it. At the top of the first staircase before the stairwell splits you’ll find the box.”

            “Have a good feast, and here are the passwords to your dormitories,” Salazar handed the Slytherins an envelope, then the Ravenclaws, Hufflepuffs and finally the Gryffindors. They all exited to the Great Hall, leaving Hermione and Salazar alone.

            “That went better than I thought it would.”

            “Shocking, isn’t it?” Salazar smirked. “Let’s get to the Great Hall before the Sorting.”

            Once the first years were all sorted, the feast began. Hermione was being hammered with questions by Ron and Harry. “You have to live in the same room with him?”

            “We have our own bedrooms, Ron. We only share a bathroom and a study area.”

            “I don’t think Salazar’s trustworthy,” Harry said, “He’s a Slytherin. And there’s something about him…”

            Hermione rolled her eyes, “I’m capable of taking care of myself, guys. Or do you think I’m not capable of looking out for myself?”

            “No,” Harry said, “I trust you, Hermione. I know you’re capable. But I think you assume his intentions are good and I’m not so sure they are.”

            “Well Harry you’re welcome to ask him about that,” Hermione replied before resuming her dinner, and did not speak to either of them again.

            Salazar, meanwhile, was trying not to hex his fellow Slytherins. “Living with a Mudblood? That’s got to be tragic,” Malfoy said. Salazar frowned, but stayed silent.

            “You should tell her not to touch your things and make her stay on her side of the room.”

            “On the other hand, she’d probably let you in her pants,” Malfoy grinned evilly before adding, “after all, it’s not like people are clamoring to touch that.” Some of their housemates laughed.

            Salazar had had enough. “Sixty points from Slytherin,” he said, trying to keep his voice level and his rage hidden, “and open your mouth again about your Head Girl, Malfoy, and I’ll double the number.” He stood and walked out of the Hall. Hermione watched him go and could feel his rage. Worried, she excused herself and went after him.

            “Salazar? What’s wrong?” She caught up to him just before he went to the stairs.

            “Malfoy just…the little slime can’t keep his mouth shut. He started bashing on you, then made a remark about how I could…fuck you if I wanted, because no one else would ever touch you and you’re desperate.”

            Hermione felt her blood run cold. He pulled her up the stairs and behind a statue where he kissed her, hungrily. She moaned into his mouth and let her arms tighten around his neck, trying to eliminate any space between them. She felt his rage subside as their kiss deepened. “I love you,” she whispered to him.

            “I love you too,” he smiled. “Should we go back to the Great Hall?”

            “Let’s go to bed,” she grinned seductively, “our last night without homework. Let’s enjoy it.”

            “Minx,” he growled, following her into their quarters.

            “Only for you,” she teased, pulling him to her bedroom. “Sal, ignore what they say.”

            “I have to protect your honor,” he smirked.

            “Well, you’re Head Boy. There are certain things you can’t do,” she smiled and kissed him, “but thank you for defending my honor.”

            They were very busy the next few weeks. They were hit with homework and their duties doubled their load. The prefects were doing their duties. Hermione was actually surprised to see the Slytherins stay in line. Harry and Salazar hadn’t yet had their time alone, so Hermione decided to try to arrange something. Before their first Hogsmeade weekend, she went up to Gryffindor Tower to see Harry, “I need to talk to you, in private,” she told him.

            “What is it? Is something wrong?”

            “No, I just…I’m dating someone and I want to talk to you about him,” she whispered.

            “Where do you want to go?”

            “How about we go to my rooms? I think it’d be easiest and we wouldn’t be overheard.”

            “Sure,” Harry got up and followed her out. Hermione just hoped Salazar wouldn’t be upset that she was plotting this. And that Harry wouldn’t snap.

            Salazar was studying when Hermione returned with Harry. He looked up in surprise when he saw Harry, “Hey,” he said.

            “Sal, I wanted to tell Harry about…well I know you need to talk to him too.” She turned to Harry, “Salazar and I are dating, Harry.”

            “Wh-what?” He turned to Salazar, sizing him up, “How long?”

            “Since last year,” Hermione answered, blushing.

            “And you’re happy?”

            “Very,” she walked over to Sal and made him stand up, “I’m very happy with him, Harry.”

            “So long as you’re happy, that’s all that matters,” Harry smiled.

            “There’s something else,” she said, “Sal?”

            He took a deep breath, “Harry, I was raised in a Muggle orphanage. My mother was killed and my father…well he wasn’t around…I met him recently and he told me about my mother. A Muggleborn witch named Lily. He gave me her last name.”

            It took Harry a minute to figure out what Salazar was saying. His eyes widened and Hermione forced him to the sofa to sit down. “M-my mother is…your mother?” Salazar nodded. “Who’s your father? Not my dad…”

            Salazar shook his head. Hermione took Harry’s hands in her own, “Harry, his father is Lord Voldemort.”

            Harry fainted. When he came to he was in Salazar’s room, lying on the bed. “How did I…”

            “Salazar carried you in here, he’ll be back in a minute. He’s getting out the Pensieve. We decided it would be easier if you could see and hear Voldemort’s explanation. We can’t do it justice.”

            Salazar returned with the Pensieve and Harry sat up, “You swear you aren’t lying? That you’re my brother?”

            “I wouldn’t lie about that, Harry,” he said. “What would I gain if I did?”

            Harry frowned. He was right; there was nothing in it for Salazar if he was making it up. Salazar took the memory out of his head and placed it in the bowl. “Go ahead,” he said, offering it to Harry. Harry took a deep breath and entered the memory. Hermione sat on the bed with Harry while Salazar leaned against the wall, “This could go bad.”

            “It’ll be fine,” she looked up at him, “I love you, you know your dad cares for you; what more could you need?”

            “I’d like my brother to not hate me.”

            She smiled, “I don’t think he hates you, Sal. Harry doesn’t hate anything.”

            “Not even my dad?”

            “Well okay, maybe your dad.”

            Harry pulled his head out of the bowl, “Wow.”

            “It’s alot to take in,” Salazar nodded.

            “You struggled with it too,” he said.

            “It’s alot to understand. I mean I always pictured my parents in my head, and Voldemort and Lily Evans-Potter were not on my list.”

            “So we’re half-brothers,” Harry said, getting up from the bed.

            “We are.”

            Harry nodded, “I always wanted a brother,” he smiled and hugged Salazar, “this will really change our dynamic.”

            “And you’re okay about me dating Salazar?”

            Harry turned to Hermione, “I meant it, Hermione. I’ve always felt like we have a brother-sister bond and I want you happy. If he makes you happy, that’s all that matters. Besides, maybe you’ll marry into the family,” he laughed.

            Hermione looked up at Salazar, “I think that’s an option.” He just nodded. She leaned up and kissed him, “Looks like everything’s worked out for you after all, so far,” she smiled.

            “I’m just lucky,” he pulled her to him, “very, very lucky.”

            “So we’re all good?”

            “Ron isn’t going to like this,” Harry said.

            “Of course he won’t. He doesn’t have to know if you don’t want to tell him, Harry.”

            “Does Voldemort know that you told me?”

            “He asked Hermione how you’d react. And after I’d figured it out…I think I needed to tell you,” Salazar said.

            “If you hurt Hermione, my brother, I will make your life hell.”

            “You’d have to get in line,” he smirked, “behind me and then Hermione. I couldn’t live if I hurt her.”

            Hermione rolled her eyes, “Harry, we should work on that group project. See you later Sal?”

            “You do live with me,” he smirked, leaning in to kiss her, “I love you.”

            “I love you too. Let’s go Harry.”

            Harry pulled Salazar into a hug, “I don’t hate you. Voldemort, maybe. I think we need to have a talk. But…I can’t hate you. It’s nice to have at least one living family member.”

            “You can say that again,” Salazar grinned, “have fun studying.”

            “You too,” Harry followed Hermione out of their quarters. “He’s a good guy,” Harry said as they walked down the stairs towards the library.

            “He is, I’m lucky. He says he is but I’m the lucky one. Salazar is very modest.”

            “Yeah, I’ve noticed that over the years. How did you and he…”

            “Well we were always seeing each other in the library and then Snape assigned us to work together for that project in our fifth year and we just…we became close.”

            “Romantic?”

            “Not right away. I didn’t want to tempt fate and with Voldemort being back and him being a Slytherin, I didn’t trust him. But I did eventually. That was at the end of our fifth year. He asked me out at the beginning of our sixth year. I turned him down. Then right before Christmas he asked again, and I finally said yes. On break he was over at my house alot. My family was concerned that he didn’t have a place to stay, so they invited him to stay with us. This summer his father sent for him and he stayed with him.”

            “You didn’t see each other all summer?”

            “Nope. We talked via owl sparingly and that was it.”

            “Hmm,” Harry mumbled to himself as they entered the library.

            They kept their secret from Ron. Harry and Hermione talked about it, and agreed that Ron wouldn’t be able to handle it. Through correspondence with Voldemort, Harry came to terms with his mother’s infidelity to his father. Voldemort had sent Harry a few of the love letters Lily had once sent to the Dark Lord. It turned his stomach at first, but reading his mother’s words, Harry calmed down. Truthfully, he was glad she had cheated on James. Salazar was a good friend, and when a few of the Slytherins had gone after Harry before a Quidditch match he had personally given them all detention (as well as a few well-timed silently cast hexes that had ultimately caused two of them to skip every third step for several days and the other three were suddenly hitting high notes no one else could every time they opened their mouths for a week). Hermione had to laugh when Salazar told her what he’d done. No one could prove it, and after that the Slytherins didn’t go near Harry. The half-brothers had bonded over that. She was most glad to see them become closer. She was worried they would become jealous of one another regarding her, but she could see that they trusted each other and her.

            Salazar and Harry kept their newfound bond quiet. Snape knew, but other than him and Hermione no one else at Hogwarts knew. Salazar found it hardest at the Quidditch matches. He had to cheer for Slytherin, even if Harry was playing. So far their year had gone by without any problems. Until they neared Christmas break; the second week of November Voldemort sent Salazar, Hermione, and Harry each a letter. He had invited them to join him at his castle in Germany for the winter break. Immediately Salazar responded that he would of course return to see his father for the holiday. That night he talked to Hermione. “I think you should come, it’ll be great.”

            “I just…I love you but spending all of winter break with your dad…”

            “You don’t have to spend all of winter break with him. If you’re uncomfortable or he offends you I will personally take you to your parents.”

            “This really means alot to you, doesn’t it?”

            He flushed, “I love you, and…he’s my father. I want to be able to have the two of you together. He’s offering up an olive branch. And Hermione, I don’t really want to sleep alone again,” he kissed her.

            “Well, I guess for you I can do it,” she grinned. “Besides, I don’t think I want to sleep alone either.” She hugged him tightly.

            “You think Harry will accept?”

            “I don’t know. I can ask him tomorrow in class.” She leaned down to kiss him and he lay back on the sofa, enjoying her body against his. Until the knock at the door, “Damn,” she breathed.

            “Not the first time we’ve been interrupted,” he got up and straightened his clothing before opening the door some, “Who is it?”

            “It’s me, Harry,” came from the other side.

            “Harry?” Hermione sat up and straightened her skirt and shirt.

            Salazar opened the door, “Come in,” he stepped aside to let Harry in.

            “Thank you. I…I would have been here sooner but I couldn’t get away. I got a letter today.”

            “We know.”

            “You do?”

            “We both got one as well. In Salazar’s, he told him that he was asking the two of us to join them for the holidays.”

            “Are you going?”

            “Yeah,” Hermione sat down on the couch with Salazar, holding his hand, “I’m rather used to his presence in my bed at night,” she grinned.

            Salazar just smirked. Harry nodded, “He really wants to talk to me?”

            “He does. It isn’t a trap, Harry. He wouldn’t do that.”

            “I’ve been debating it all day. I’d like to, you know, find a peaceful solution to this. And…and I’d like to learn more about our mom and he clearly knew her well.”

            “So you’ll come?”

            “Yeah,” Harry smiled. Salazar got up and wrote a quick note before giving it to the owl his father had given him. He watched the owl fly out of the window.

            “Dad’ll be thrilled,” he said, “but what are you going to tell Ron?”

            Hermione spoke up, “I’m telling him my parents are asking me to stay with them.”

            “I don’t know what I’m going to tell him,” Harry frowned in thought.

            “The truth would be too much for him,” Hermione nodded in silent agreement with Harry’s thoughts.

            Salazar sighed, “Hermione, I’m going to go finish my essay while the two of you figure out what to do. I’d help, but I have to finish this tonight or I’m going to be swamped the next couple days.” She leaned up and kissed him.

            “Go, we’ll figure something out. Let me know when you’re ready for bed?”

            “Of course,” he grinned devilishly. Harry just rolled his eyes as Salazar disappeared into his room.



            “So what are we gonna tell Ron?” Harry frowned in thought.

            Hermione just shook her head, “No matter what we say, he’s going to be upset.”

            “How about you tell him you’re headed to spend the holidays with Salazar? And I’ll tell him that I’m going with you because your parents don’t trust Salazar? He’d believe that.”

            “Ron is ridiculous,” Hermione frowned, “my parents trust and love Salazar almost as much as I do. I don’t like lying about the trustworthiness of my boyfriend, Harry. He’s your brother!”

            “I know, Hermione. But Ron is a bit dimwitted. He’ll believe it. He can’t invite himself along, and even if he does Salazar can easily say no.”

            “Ron hates him.”

            “I know, Hermione. I know. It drives me nuts too…Sal’s a great guy and what he did to those Slytherins that tried to corner me…well that just shows how great he is. All that power, and he doesn’t abuse it.”

            “Let’s just tell Ron the truth.”

            “Yeah that’ll work,” he rolled his eyes. “Hey Ron, Salazar’s my half-brother. Oh, and his dad is Lord Voldemort. So Lord Voldemort and I are related. Oh and Hermione’s sleeping with Salazar and Lord Voldemort approves of the two of them.” He shook his head, “Hermione, he’d flip out.”

            “I just don’t want to lie. It isn’t fair to Sal. I’m not ashamed of him.”

            “I know that, and Ron is just jealous. There’s nothing we can do about that, Hermione. Let’s just get through the next month. Then we’ll be off to Germany and we won’t have to worry about Ron for nearly a whole month.”

            “That’ll be nice,” Hermione smiled. “I need to get Sal a present though.” Harry could only smirk. “What?” Harry shook his head. “Do you know something?”

            “I know what he’s getting you,” Harry grinned. “He told me; actually I think he wanted approval from me. Which he got, most definitely. I can’t wait to see your reaction when he gives it to you.”

            Hermione frowned, “I don’t like not knowing.”

            “Hermione, you’ll love it. Trust me, you’ll love it.”

            “So you’re gonna tell Ron that well concocted lie?”

            “What other choice do I have?”

            “The truth, but it isn’t a real option,” she sighed. “I hate lying. And you and Sal have to lie the most!”

            “We get by,” Harry shrugged, “I should go though; I have to study for Flitwick’s exam. I’ll see you tomorrow?”

            “Of course,” she smiled and hugged him, “good night Harry.”

            “Tell Sal I said goodbye.”

            “I will.”

            Hermione knocked on Sal’s door, “Come in.”

            “Salazar? How’d the paper go?”

            “I finished it,” he smirked, getting up from the bed and walking over to her, “do you have any…homework to do?”

            “No,” she grinned, “I worked on it through lunch. We’re so busy anymore, and I miss feeling…well feeling like you make me feel when we make love.”

            “How’s that?”

            “Whole, completed….maybe I’m just too desperately in love with you,” she wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned up to kiss him.

            “So there’s nothing stopping us from fucking like bunnies the rest of the evening?” They heard a knock on the door and both sighed. “Shit.”

            “Maybe it’s something minor,” Hermione offered.

            “Yeah, right.”

            She went to the living room and opened the door, “Yes?”

            “Two Slytherins and five Gryffindors are dueling down near the Great Hall. I didn’t know where else to go,” the young Ravenclaw said.

            “We’ll be right there,” Hermione said. Behind her Salazar handed her her wand as they rushed off to the Great Hall.

            “Wingardium Leviosa!” Salazar lifted two of the Gryffindors up and bound them. Immediately the rest of them dropped their wands. He walked over to one of the bound kids, “Legilimens!” After a few minutes he stepped away. Hermione fought a smirk as he walked over to her, “The Gryffindors started it. The Slytherins retaliated, the Gryffindors responded. In fervor.” Hermione glanced at the two Slytherins. They looked pretty bad. She didn’t need this in her own house.

            “Oslo! Finn! Lamb! Fowels! Mott! Detention for two months and fifty points from Gryffindor!”

            “Fifty? No way!”

            “Each,” Hermione clarified for the indignant Gryffindors. “Fifty points each. That’s 250 points total. Your head of house WILL hear about this, trust me.”

            “They’re Slytherins!”

            “They deserve it!”

            Salazar rounded on the five boys, “Did they? Really? Fowels’ memory was perfectly clear. I saw the fight myself. You attacked two unarmed, unaware students in an act of cowardice. You are pathetic. Gryffindors are supposed to be brave, have courage and all that. What courage is there in attacking someone maliciously for no reason?!”

            “Up to the Headmistress’ office, now. All five of you.” She turned to Salazar, “Can you take those two to the infirmary?”

            “Of course,” he smiled grimly, “you’ve got those five?”

            “It helps that you bound them. Actually, that gives me an idea,” she cast the spell to bind the other three, “that should make it easier.”

            “Don’t drop them,” he teased as he turned back to the two injured students, “let’s get you up to Madam Pomfrey, shall we?”

            Hermione didn’t return until very late. She sighed. They never had time together anymore. She missed his body against hers. He made her feel safe. She shut the door and walked to her bedroom. Inside the room were floating white candles. She gasped. “Wha-”

            “Surprise,” Salazar wrapped his arms around her from behind, “I think you are owed a massage, my love. A relaxing, peaceful massage. Nothing else matters right now. No school, no friends, no families, no drama, no nothing. Just you, me, and this room.”

            She moaned at the thought. He grinned, “Let’s get you out of these robes,” he slid her robes off of her shoulders gently. Erotically, he undressed her. Hermione couldn’t believe how relaxed she felt as he led her to the bed and gently pushed her down.

            “Wait, you have too many clothes on,” she frowned, “not fair, Salazar.”

            “Whatever you want, my Hermione.” He removed his shirt and his pants. “Good enough? Or more?”

            “I think that’ll do, for now,” she smiled, sliding her hand down his now bare chest. He turned her over and straddled her buttocks, gently massaging her shoulders.

            For the next thirty minutes he massaged her body. Hermione felt like she could just melt into the sheets at this point. Finally he stopped, “Feel better now?”

            “I love you so much,” she breathed, turning underneath him. “Let’s enjoy one another’s company. It might not be all night, but it’s enough,” she leaned up to kiss him.

            “I love you too, Hermione,” he returned the kiss and reached for her underwear, pulling them off. “Maybe we should sleep in?”

            She laughed and pulled him down to her, “And miss class? I would never forgive you.”

            “Miss breakfast then?”

            “I’m okay with that,” she grinned, kissing him hungrily. He growled into her throat as he thrust desperately into her.

            Morning found the couple intertwined. Hermione woke up to see the candles had all gone out, but were still floating. She reached for her wand and cast the spell to make them disappear. She looked down at Salazar. His arms were wrapped around her waist and his head was on her stomach. Hermione gently ran her fingers through his hair. He needed a haircut, she realized. It was getting quite long. It was nearly down to his shoulders now. “Salazar? We need to get up. We have to file a report about what happened last night.”

            “I don’t think McGonagall wants to know about our sex life.”

            “Not about that!” She laughed, “About the Gryffindors.”

            “You took them to see her, it got taken care of right?”

            “Don’t slack off on me, Head Boy,” she caressed his hair slowly, “and you need a haircut.”

            “Yeah I know I do. I figured I’d use a spell to take care of that,” he shrugged, keeping his head against her stomach. “I don’t want to get up.”

            “We have to,” she caressed his cheek, “we have alot to do today.”

            “But I like this moment the most,” he said, “just you and me, in bed together happy and content. No fears, no regrets, no nothing.”

            “I love this moment too,” she smiled and let her hands move down his back, “but we have responsibilities, my love. So we can have more of these moments.”

            “I want this memory forever,” he lifted his head up to look her in the eye. “You’re so beautiful,” he smiled.

            “I think I want to change the décor in here.”

            “Oh?”

            “I think white,” she smiled playfully, “you’d look so good against white sheets.”

            “So would you,” he growled, sliding up to kiss her lustfully, “good morning, my love.”

            “Good morning,” she breathed.

            “Let’s make love,” he whispered, his hands sliding down her body. Hermione moaned and spread her legs some and he grinned, taking advantage of the situation he moved between her legs. He waited patiently, looking up at her.

            “Don’t stop,” she said, pulling his head down to hers as he slid into her, “the spell,” she whispered. He cast the contraception spell and began to move inside her. Hermione moaned and kissed him.

            The next two weeks moved quickly. Ron had believed Harry’s lie, and now he and Hermione both felt better. Salazar was getting death glares from Ron, but he didn’t pay it any mind. He never had. Hermione felt pretty good about her present to him. She had used her privileges as Head Girl to get into the photo lab and print the photo she had taken of the two of them in her bed one morning. She knew he’d love it. She just hoped it was good enough. December was approaching rapidly, and she was eager for the holiday.

            Salazar was busy trying to keep the prefects in line. They were very restless, for after the incident between the Slytherins and the Gryffindors everyone had been kept on a very tight leash. Salazar and Hermione had started pairing different houses for patrols. In fact, he’d been going with a young Ravenclaw prefect while she’d been working with a Hufflepuff prefect. She missed going on patrol with him. Salazar would always make her laugh and now patrols had become rather mundane.

            One night on patrol, alone as Holly was sick, he heard giggling from behind a statue. A fourth year and fifth year were making out. And both were girls. Salazar raised an eyebrow, “Excuse me?” When the girls turned they looked horrified. He realized one was a Hufflepuff and the other was a Slytherin. “What are you girls doing?”

            “S-S-S-Salazar…” The Slytherin girl flushed, “P-please don’t tell my dad! He-he’d send me away. Please, don’t tell…” Before she could start crying he raised his hand.

            “Don’t. I won’t tell anyone, nor will I report it. But if you’re going to sneak out to meet one another, you should be sneakier about it. I recommend the statue of Morgana up by the Owlery. Salazar Slytherin cast a spell on it so that students could sneak up to snog and whatnot without getting caught. You need to simply mutter, ‘Concilo Amora’ and it’ll hide you. Just…Just be careful, okay?”

            “Thank you!” They hugged him.

            “Maura?” The Slytherin girl turned toward him. The Hufflepuff stared, nervous. “There’s nothing wrong with being in love. Male, female…it’s the same emotion. That doesn’t change. You shouldn’t be ashamed of being happy. There’s nothing wrong with that.”

            “Thank you, Salazar,” Maura smiled. “I appreciate it.” He smiled and walked on down the hall.

            “I can’t believe he didn’t write us up.”

            “I guess he’s not as scary and mean as the others say,” Maura pulled her girlfriend after her, “come on let’s go check out that statue.”

            “Sounds good.”

            Salazar finished his rounds and returned to his quarters. He sighed. It was really late. Hermione had been up in the Gryffindor Common Room when he left, studying with Harry and Ron. He didn’t like Ron. He was very flaky, and very self-absorbed. Salazar went to the bathroom and stripped down, tossing his clothing into the hamper. He walked back out to the living room and over to his own bedroom, exhausted. He rubbed his head. It was so tiring, doing all he was. Hermione had been hit with three papers and two tests in two of her classes, all due this week and he had taken over her shifts so that she could study. He lay down on the bed face first and closed his eyes. “You’re too tense,” Hermione said. He lifted his head to see her standing on the other side of the bed in her nightie.

            “I know.”

            “I’ll help you relax,” she climbed up onto the bed and straddled him, gently rubbing his back. “Way too tense, Salazar.”

            “I thought you were studying.”

            “I was, but I finished. And you are exhausted. Last night you didn’t even kiss me good night you were so tired. I think I owe you some relief.”

            “Thank you,” he breathed. Her hands felt wonderful against his body, working out the knots of tension. Hermione worked slowly and gently, trying to give him a pleasurable experience. She smiled when she heard gentle snoring. She hadn’t intended for him to fall asleep, but she knew he was exhausted. He needed more rest, but he was so difficult to read sometimes; she hoped he knew how grateful she was for what he did. She got up and gently pulled the covers down, then pulled them over him before lying down next to him. She leaned over and kissed his cheek.

            “I love you, Salazar. Good night, my handsome lover.”
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