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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
Disclaimer: I do not own, nor could I hope to own, the Harry Potter franchise, I am making no money from this story. However any characters of my own creation are my own property.

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When Salazar woke up, Hermione was still asleep. She was lying against his side and he smiled. He leaned down and kissed her gently. Hermione moaned against him and he pulled away to see her open her eyes. “Why’d you stop?”

            “I wanted to see your beautiful eyes,” he smiled.

            “I love you,” she breathed, pulling him back in for a proper kiss. He rolled on top of her and gently worked her body against his.

            “Let’s make love,” he breathed, the lust coming through and his voice sinking in pitch. She nodded, deepening the kiss as she reached for his boxers, pushing them down and off of his hips.

            Their lovemaking was shortened as a knock came at the front door. He stood up and put on his robe before heading out to the living room. Hermione slid under the sheets to hide her body. “She’s sleeping right now, I’m not waking her,” she heard Salazar say. “No, you can’t come in. I was about to take a shower and I’m naked. Come back later.” He shut the door and she heard him ward it before coming back to his bedroom, “I just got cussed out for being a pureblood asshole for not letting someone see you.”

            “Ron’s a prat,” Hermione blushed, “I’m sorry.”

            “Don’t be,” he sat down on the bed and leaned over to kiss her, “you’re worth it.” He pushed her down and pulled the sheet back while she unbelted his robe. “I love you, Hermione Granger. There is no one else I have ever felt this way about before.”

            “I haven’t either,” she smiled.

            “This winter break will be Heaven,” he grinned.

            “I think we already have Heaven together,” she sighed into his shoulder as they lay in bed. “About Christmas…”

            “I can’t wait to see you open your present.”

            “My parents are very excited, but they’re concerned about me just going to Germany to see your family. Especially since they didn’t know you had a family.”

            “I can talk to them, if you want.”

            “No, they trust you. It’s just your dad. I didn’t want to lie, so I told them the truth.”

            “I bet that went over well.”

            She smiled at his sarcasm, “I explained that I’ve met him, he was very civil, and that he really loves you. I even told them he had really changed. No more Dark Lordly-ness.”

            “Wow you’re really big on lying now,” he smirked.

            “Shut up,” she frowned, pulling away.

            “Hermione,” he tilted her head to look her in the eye, “I’m sorry. It’s just that, well, you’re very opposed to lying to those you trust and love, yet here you’re doing it all the time.”

            “I don’t lie to you,” she said indignantly, “I have never lied to you.”

            “I know, my love. I know,” he kissed her, “I’m sorry you have to lie to be with me.”

            She shook her head, “I want you. Don’t apologize for our love.”

            He leaned in and kissed her again, “Maybe I should spend some more time making sure you’re happy and satisfied.”

            Hermione grinned, “I’d like that. But in the shower. We need to shower and get dressed, then head down to get a bit of breakfast before we hurry to class. I have an exam today.”

            “So tonight a celebration?”

            “Sal! We only have another week and a half before winter break. Then I’m yours.”

            “You’re already mine,” he teased, “just as I am yours.”

            “So romantic,” she climbed out of bed, “come on, let’s go shower.”

            “Your wish is my command,” he followed her out to the bathroom.

            The next week and a half went very slowly. Once everyone else had finally left, Harry came to their room. Salazar let him in, “Hermione’s just finishing up packing.”

            “Ginny’s suspicious. But she didn’t ask me why I was going with Hermione. Which is good, but I think she’s beginning to doubt me,” Harry frowned, setting his things down.

            “I’m sorry you have to lie to your girlfriend,” Salazar said.

            “Well she’s not my girlfriend…not like you and Hermione. I know she’s got a crush on me, but…well, I just don’t see her that way. Ginny’s still a kid.”

            “I get that,” Salazar nodded. He moved to his bedroom doorway and pulled out his two suitcases, setting them down. “Well, we’re ready. Now we just need to wait for my lovely girlfriend.”

            “I’m ready,” Hermione said, coming out with her stuff. “Harry! So you’re both ready now?”

            “Yep,” Harry grinned, “let’s go.”

            Salazar called up Fenrir Greyback, who took their luggage as well as the two owls and Disapparated. Then he took Hermione’s hand, “ready to go to Germany?”

            “I’m ready to go anywhere with you, Sal,” she smiled.

            “How about you, Harry?”

            “I’m ready,” he nodded. Salazar pulled out a portkey. Harry and Hermione each took a handle of the small cup. Salazar activated it and they disappeared.

            They arrived in front of a very large gothic castle. Both Harry and Hermione stared in surprise. Whatever they had been expecting, this wasn’t it. It looked like it should be in the countryside of Ireland or Scotland, even England. Not the Black Forest in Germany. “Here we are,” Salazar said, a smile playing on his lips. The front doors opened and Voldemort himself emerged.

            “Salazar,” the Dark Despot grinned and hugged his son, “it’s good to see you. What kept you?”

            “We had to wait until the other students left,” he explained.

            Voldemort turned to Hermione, “It is always a pleasure to see you, Miss Granger.”

            “Thank you sir,” she blushed.

            “And Harry Potter,” Voldemort looked Harry up and down. “You have gotten taller since our last meeting.”

            Harry frowned. Salazar spoke up, “How about we go inside?”

            “Ah yes, where are my manners? This way, please,” he led them inside to an immaculately decorated castle, “Salazar Slytherin retired here after he left Hogwarts. Based on the diaries I found, he was rather…taken, we’ll say….with Muggle women. He was quite the womanizer. At least I didn’t have to remove any curses against Muggles or Muggleborns.”

            “If this is Salazar Slytherin’s castle, why hasn’t anyone else lived here? Like your grandfather?” Hermione asked him.

            “He did hide it in the Black Forest,” Voldemort smirked, “you have to be very powerful to find it. I don’t think anyone, before me, was. If they were, you would think that the portraits would be updated.”

            “Portraits?”

            “Salazar Slytherin is the only portrait of our bloodline here,” he said, climbing the main staircase with the trio in tow, “this way to your rooms.”



            Voldemort showed them to their rooms, then gave them a tour of the castle. Salazar had been there before, but he joined them for the tour. Once they had finished the tour, he led Hermione and Harry to their rooms. Salazar followed his dad downstairs, “Why can’t Hermione and I stay in the same room?”

            “You’re teenagers.”

            “Dad! We live together anyway, being Head Boy and Head Girl. And to boot, we’re already sharing a bed. I don’t want to sleep alone. I want her. With me. Every night.”

            Voldemort looked his son over. He always did respect passion and determination. “Very well, Hermione can stay in your room if she would like.”

            Salazar grinned, “Thanks Dad,” he ran back up the stairs to Hermione’s room.

            Hermione was glad to put her things in Salazar’s room. She wanted to enjoy the time they would have together. Salazar wrapped his arms around her from behind, “Now this is perfect,” he whispered.

            “Not quite,” she turned and kissed him, “we have other things to do, Salazar. Come on, let’s go see Harry.”

            “We could make it perfect,” he gently pushed her towards the bed. Hermione laughed and pushed him back.

            “Not until later.”

            “Hermione, we haven’t…for some time.”

            “Tonight is just you, me, and that bed Sal. I promise. Now come on, let’s go see the library,” she walked to the doorway and turned back to see him, “unless of course you’d rather I did sleep in another room?”

            “Coming,” he followed her down the hall to Harry’s room.

            Dinner was in a couple hours so Harry went down to talk with Voldemort while Hermione and Salazar went to the library. “Ahh, Harry. What can I do for you?”

            “I want this to end. I don’t want to kill you. And I also don’t want my friends to be killed. Let’s just…let’s end this.”

            Voldemort sat back in his chair, “Well, what do you propose we do?”

            “You to call off your followers. Turn in the ones that have caused harm.”

            “That would include Severus Snape, you know,” Voldemort warned.

            “He deserves to be recognized for fighting for good.”

            “He’s only fought for himself,” Voldemort smirked. “He respected me until Lily died. Then he blamed me.”

            “Did he know about the two of you?”

            “If he had, I think he’d have tried to kill me. He was obsessed with her.”

            “What was she like?”

            “She was very passionate.”

            “Why did she want you?”

            “I am a catch,” he smirked. Harry rolled his eyes, “You really want to know? She was in love with me. She liked the whole ‘bad boy’ thing, I think. At any rate, I thought she was very smart. And I thought maybe she was my chance. My chance to have a family. My chance to really have someone.”

            “You loved her,” Harry whispered.

            “When she left me…and Salazar…I…that was what pushed me over the edge, ultimately. Her denial of Salazar as her son; it crushed me. He was such a precious baby. I…I am sorry I killed her, Harry. I did not intend to. I lost control of myself and my anger.”

            Harry nodded. “I’ve accepted that. But…why did I live?”

            Voldemort shook his head, “I wish I knew. I still don’t know.” He stood up, “I need to go shower before dinner. If you wish to continue this talk you can sit in the bathroom while I shower.”

            “Sure,” Harry followed Voldemort upstairs.

            Having never been shy about his body, Voldemort stripped down in front of Harry. Harry was surprised. He had expected Voldemort to look frail and weak, instead he was very built. Voldemort caught Harry staring, “Surprised?”

            “I-I guess I thought you’d look…well, like an old man.”

            “I take good care of my body. I don’t like unhealthy people. Plus, this is a new body.” Harry just shook his head. He continued to ask Voldemort questions as Voldemort showered. He was surprisingly given the truth. “Harry, hand me a towel please.” Harry opened up the linen closet and grabbed a towel. He handed it to Voldemort as he exited the shower. “Thank you,” Voldemort smirked.

            After dinner Harry walked into the study, looking over the artifacts left behind by Salazar Slytherin. Voldemort came in behind him and watched him for some time before asking, “Harry, are you gay?”

            “Yeah,” he nodded, “but I haven’t told Ron, Hermione or Sal yet. I don’t know how to tell them.”

            “Well I don’t personally know why sexuality matters. Myself, I’m bisexual.”

            “How did you know?”

            “You were giving me the glance when I stepped into the shower. I know what that means. I’ve given it myself to many young men in my time. And a few women.”

            “Do you prefer men to women?”

            “I like to fuck guys. There’s only one woman I’ve ever really wanted to do more than fuck,” Voldemort looked at the desk, on which was a small Muggle photo of Lily Evans. “And she’s been gone for a very, very long time.” There was a sadness in Voldemort’s eyes then. And Harry suddenly understood that for Voldemort, it had been much more than a fling. He had loved Lily deeply. He could see pain in the older man’s eyes and face. She had hurt him very deeply in her rejection. Harry was stunned. The truth was there, plain to see.



            Salazar and Hermione sat up in one of the castle towers, looking out into the forest. “It’s beautiful here,” Hermione smiled.

            Salazar was staring at her, “I think you greatly improve the view.”

            Hermione blushed, “Sal, quit it.”

            “What? It’s true. I miss these quiet moments we get to have together.”

            “I do too, Sal,” she sighed as she relaxed into his embrace. “I love you.”

            “I love you too,” he whispered, kissing her cheek as he tightened his hold on her. “How about we go to bed?”

            “I’m not tired.”

            “That’s the point,” he smirked.

            “Sal, you’re insatiable.”

            “Well, to be fair it is all about you. I wouldn’t feel this way about anyone else.”

            “Let’s go to bed then,” she kissed him, “we need to make love properly. We haven’t been able to in so long.”

            “Sounds good to me,” he stood up and helped her up, “let’s go.”





            Morning broke over a young couple intertwined. Hermione woke with a bright smile. She felt so happy. She stretched against him, “Good morning, my love.”

            Salazar frowned, “Don’t wanna get up,” he mumbled.

            “Well we don’t have to, yet,” she grinned into his shoulder.

            He opened his eyes and leaned down to kiss her, “How are you?”

            “Cold,” she said.

            He wrapped his arms around her tighter and moved his hands over her body, “I know a few ways to warm you up.”

            “Only one is on my mind,” she whispered, leaning up to kiss him.

            He moaned and rolled on top of her, “I’m guessing it’s my favorite.”

            “In spades,” she grinned.

Several hours later-

            “Salazar, we should at some point head down to breakfast,” Hermione said, breathing heavily.

            “You wanna stop?”

            “Salazar!” He just grinned at her. “Keep it up, and I’ll think you’re only after me for my body.”

            “Please,” he rolled his eyes, “I was after you long before I had your body. Or even really noticed it,” he added.

            Hermione sighed and rested her head against his, “I’m getting hungry. Now come on, let’s go downstairs. And quit being so horny.”

            “Only if you stop being so sexy,” he said. Hermione shook her head but leaned in to kiss him.

            “You’re lucky I love you. Otherwise I might have walked out.”

            “I am very lucky you love me,” he whispered, “I look forward to you opening your Christmas present.”

            “I want to see your face when you open my gift to you,” she whispered. “I just hope you like it.”

            “Let’s go shower, then we can head down for breakfast. I’m getting hungry too,” Salazar got up and pulled her to him, “and Hermione, I know I’ll love whatever it is you got for me. I love you.”

            “I love you too,” she leaned up and kissed him again. “Come on, let’s go scrub down.”

            “Sound like fun,” he grinned.

            “Salazar,” Hermione sighed, “let’s go,” she pulled him after her, shaking her head as they headed into the bathroom.



            Once everyone was down at the dining room, breakfast commenced. They had a nice conversation about Hogwarts and Voldemort’s days when he was a student. The teens liked hearing about a younger McGonagall and were surprised to learn that Voldemort had actually attended school with her. “Was she always so tightly wound?”

            Voldemort frowned in thought for a bit as he tried to recall, “We only had a few classes together, and I’ll admit I didn’t pay much attention to her, but she was always a suck-up to Dumbledore. She had a huge crush on him as a student. I think it carried over to her adult life.”

            “I can see that,” Salazar nodded. Hermione nodded in silent agreement. Two house elves arrived with breakfast and they started to eat.

            Once they had finished breakfast, Salazar and Hermione went off to look over the books in Voldemort’s massive library. Voldemort took Harry to the workout room. “So, Harry. What are you into?”

            “Wh-what do you mean?”

            “What do you like in a man?”

            “I-I don’t know. I only recently really accepted being gay,” Harry hung his head, “I think I like older men, though.” Suddenly his head snapped back up, “Why?”

            “Tell me, would you be into a burly older man? With loads of muscles?”

            Harry felt his pants tighten at the thought. He blushed. Voldemort saw it and laughed, “I’ll take that as a yes. Let me play matchmaker, Harry. It should be fine.”

            Fenrir Greyback arrived at Slytherin Castle at 10am. Voldemort met him, “I have a boy for you,” he grinned.

            “Oh?”

            “Harry Potter,” he said. Fenrir eyed his master. Something seemed off.

            “He’s gay?”

            “Oh yeah. And he likes older men,” the smirk had not disappeared. Fenrir had to admit, he was interested. He hadn’t had a cub in some time. Fucking Harry Potter would be very nice.

            “But there’s a catch, Fenrir. He will not be used up and tossed aside like some piece of meat. You will treat him properly, as a young man deserves to be treated.”

            “I’ll take care of him, my Lord.”

            “Go upstairs. I’ll go get Harry.”

            “Thank you, my Lord,” Fenrir said before heading upstairs.
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