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Half-Brother Prince	By : SalazarRaphael Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Het - Male/Female Views: 2190 -:- 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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This is basically canon up to the following points- Dumbledore's dead. Yeah, that's about it. This story takes place in their 7th year, but Snape hasn't run from the school and the school is not under Voldemort's control. Dumbledore died from the ring he stupidly put on; he wasn't murdered by Snape.

     Salazar Raphael Evans entered the train car. He looked around for an out of the way place to be alone, just as he did every year. “Salazar!” Hermione Granger walked over to him, “I didn’t know you were picked as Head Boy. It’s nice to see them pick someone who’s intelligent, not just a jock.” He just kept walking to the front car with his trunk. Hermione followed him. “Why must you be so anti-social?”

            He just shrugged, “I just am. Do you not like it?”

            She reached for his hand, “I wouldn’t go that far,” Hermione leaned over and kissed him softly. “I’ve been waiting to do that,” she whispered.

            “Well, it is just us,” he grinned, capturing her lips in a deep, searing kiss. Hermione moaned against him, wrapping her arms around his neck.

            “How was your summer?” She pulled away finally and sat down on the bench, pulling him down to her.

            “I met my father,” he answered.

            “Really? That’s fantastic!”

            Salazar cast a spell on the compartment, “It’s Lord Voldemort.”

            “What?”

            “My father is Lord Voldemort.”

            Hermione stared blankly at him as she processed this news. “You aren’t joking, are you?” He just shook his head. Hermione reached for his hand, “Did he tell you?”

            “Yeah,” Salazar nodded, “when I got back from school he told me. I get it, like he talked to me and stuff, but he won’t tell me who my mom is. I’ve asked alot, but he just won’t tell me.”

            “I’m sorry Sal…how has he been treating you?”

            “Really well, actually. He bought me new robes and other things,” Salazar got up from the bench and moved to the window, peeking out, “How long do you think it will take?”

            “Not very,” Hermione answered. “You’re changing the subject.”

            “No, not really,” he sat back down, this time across from her, “I’ll understand if you don’t want to-you know-be with me anymore. Given who my dad is and all,” he frowned and leaned back into the bench.

            “I don’t care who your dad is,” Hermione got up from the bench and straddled his lap; “I really like you, Salazar. I always have.” She leaned down and kissed him, deeply. This time he groaned as his arms locked around her body and held her against him. Hermione’s hips rocked against him slowly and Salazar felt himself losing control.

            “I’m not gonna be able to stop if we don’t stop right now,” he breathed.

            “I don’t want to stop, Salazar,” she whispered, kissing him hungrily. “Do you want to?”

            “No, I don’t,” he answered, standing up and laying her down on the bench, then climbing on top of her to continue their kiss.

            The train came to a stop just as Salazar reached under Hermione’s shirt to caress her. He cursed, “Don’t worry, we can continue this tonight,” she grinned, leaning up to kiss him. “We have a week together before the other students get here,” she bit his ear, “I’m yours until then.”

            “You’re mine no matter what,” he breathed. Hermione blushed and they got up and readjusted their clothing, “Let’s go then,” he smiled.

            “Welcome!” Headmistress McGonagall was waiting for them as they stepped off the train, “I am so delighted to have the two of you here,” she guided them upstairs into the castle, “I have full faith that the two of you will keep your houses in line, and the rest of the school as well.”

            “Of course,” Hermione nodded, following McGonagall up the main stairs, Salazar close behind her. At the top of the main steps, where they split off into two locations, McGonagall led them forward.

            “Pretzel,” she said. The statues lifted their spears and a passageway opened up; Professor McGonagall let Hermione and Salazar in first.

            They had walked into a living room area, decorated in brown with two desks and a large bookshelf, as well as a small sitting area with a couch and two chairs. Both teens stared wide eyed. “Over to the left is Hermione’s room, and over to the right is Salazar’s. You will have to share a bathroom, it’s through that door on the far wall.” McGonagall looked around, “I think that concludes the tour. Please come to my office tonight after dinner. I will go over your duties then.” She turned and left.

            Salazar sat down on the couch, “This place is awesome.” Hermione sat down next to him and nodded, “We should change the password,” he added.

            “What should we change it to?”

            “Something no one can guess,” he shrugged.

            She lay her head on his shoulder, “Maybe we should check out our rooms.”

            “I think the password should be something Muggle. None of the Slytherins will ever guess that.”

            “Kerouac,” Hermione said.

            “What?”

            “Kerouac. He was a famous American Muggle author. No one will guess that.”

            “Definitely not,” he smirked.

            “I’m going to go check out my room,” Hermione stood up and walked to the door that McGonagall said was her room. Salazar shrugged, sighed, and got up to go see his own room.

            His room was decked out in silver and green. He was glad, he liked his house colors. “Mine’s red and gold,” Hermione said from behind him.

            “Of course,” he smirked.

            “Sal…”

            He turned and kissed her. Hermione sighed contentedly and wrapped her arms around his neck, deepening the kiss. They fell into the bed and he rolled on top of her, moving his hands under her shirt to caress her breasts. Hermione groaned and lifted her arms over her head as he pulled her shirt off, “You’re beautiful,” he whispered. She blushed. He pulled his shirt over his own head and let her stare at him. Hermione’s hands moved up his chest and back down it.

            “I like this,” she finally said, leaning up to kiss him. “I love you, Salazar.”

            “Really?”

            “Really,” she smiled, pulling him down to her, “truly and deeply. I was so mad we couldn’t spend the summer together.”

            “Me too,” he sighed, unbuttoning his pants, “but you make it worth the wait,” he grinned, kissing her, “I love you too, you know.”

            Hermione lit up and removed her own pants, “I know. Now let’s do this,” she caressed his cheek, “unless you don’t want to.”

            He slid his pants off and kissed her hungrily, “I have wanted this since before last year, Hermione.”

            “Don’t disappoint me,” she whispered before returning the kiss and wrapping her arms around his neck. Salazar carefully moved down her body, kissing each spot he found. When his mouth hit her clitoris Hermione nearly shrieked. He stopped and she cast the spell to prevent others from hearing them before he resumed. After she had had her first orgasm, he raised himself up and readied himself to enter her. He cast the contraception spell and slid into her. Hermione bucked against him and dug her nails into his shoulders.

            “Are you okay?” He stopped and looked down, concerned.

            “Just give me a minute,” she said, tears in her eyes. Feeling guilty for causing her pain, Salazar pulled out, rolled on his side and held her. She sighed into his embrace. He felt good, wrapped around her as he was. She felt relaxed, “Let’s try again, shall we?”

            “I don’t want to hurt you,” he whispered.

            “Sal, I’m a virgin. It’s going to hurt the first time. It’s up to you to make the pleasure outweigh the pain,” she caressed his cheek, “thank you for caring so much.”

            “If I didn’t, I wouldn’t love you,” he breathed, gently pushing into her. This time it hurt much less and Hermione wrapped her arms around his neck as he moved in and out of her.

            “How does it feel?” She gasped as he hit a very pleasurable spot.

            “Amazing,” he groaned, starting to move faster, “you feel absolutely amazing.”

            “Oh Sal!” She shrieked as she came again. She tightened around him and Salazar moaned as he climaxed inside of her.

            After he had pulled out he collapsed next to her and turned onto his back. “I love you, Hermione. You’re wonderful.”

            “You’re pretty incredible yourself,” she smiled.

            After dinner, Hermione and Salazar went up to Headmistress McGonagall’s office. She gave them the talk about stopping students from sneaking out to meet and snog, stopping fights, punishing tardiness, keeping the prefects in line…By midnight, both teens felt exhausted. Minerva finally sent them on their way. Back in their room, Hermione looked nervously at Salazar. “I guess-”

            “Good night then,” Salazar said, looking down at her and leaning in to kiss her.

            “Y-you aren’t going to…wh-what abou-”

            “What?”

            “About earlier,” she blushed.

            “We had sex, so what?”

            “S-s-so…” Hermione just stared at him, “so nothing, I guess. I thought we’d sleep together, since we made love earlier. But apparently not.”

            Salazar flushed and grabbed her, “Hermione, I’m sorry. I guess…I guess I just…I wasn’t thinking.”

            “I love you, Sal. I meant that.”

            “I know, I did too,” he caressed her cheek gently, “your room or mine?”

            “I like yours, it suits you,” she grinned, and pulled him toward his room, “are we just sleeping or doing more?”

            “Depends,” he cupped her ass, “on what you’re up for.”

            “Not tonight,” she sighed, “not after this fight,” she walked back to her room and left him there.

            Frustrated with himself, Salazar changed for bed and went to brush his teeth. He lay down in bed and sighed heavily. He hadn’t meant to be such a dick. Hermione came in in a rather revealing nightgown and he felt his heart stop. She climbed into bed with him and laid her head on his chest, “Good night Sal,” she smiled and closed her eyes. Salazar eventually fell asleep more confused than ever.

            When morning came he woke to feeling Hermione snuggled against him. He sighed contentedly before remembering yesterday. Damn he was an asshole. He looked down at Hermione and felt like a heel. She looked so angelic, so peaceful. And he had hurt her feelings. “Quit giving yourself a guilt trip, Sal,” she said. He looked down again and saw she was awake.

            “I can’t,” he said, “I didn’t mean to-”

            “I know, Salazar. You weren’t thinking,” she leaned up and kissed him, “you should really make it up to me,” she grinned.

            “Really should,” he rolled on top of her and spread her legs, “I love you.”

            “I love you too,” she moaned as he slid into her.



            After they had made love they showered and then went to breakfast. Professors Flitwick, Sprout, and Snape offered their congratulations to the duo. “Thank you,” Salazar said, “I just hope we live up to your expectations.”

            “You’ll do just fine son,” Flitwick chirped, “we have faith in you.”

            “Indeed,” Snape snarled.

            “Enough talk, we have more things to go over,” Headmistress McGonagall said. “Up to my office, now,” she ushered them upstairs.

            Finally, she was done. They were let go and permitted to wander freely for the next few days before term started. Apparently, they were to get to know one another. They went to Hogsmeade and the lake to talk. The night before the students were to arrive they had an unexpected visitor. “Salazar?” The hiss came from his bedroom. Hermione looked up at Salazar, confused.

            “My Dad,” he answered. He walked into the bedroom, Hermione on his heels, “Hi Dad.”

            “You brought the Muggleborn,” Lord Voldemort frowned.

            “She’s my girlfriend,” Salazar responded, frowning.

            He rolled his eyes, “Really?”

            “I don’t need or want your approval, father,” Salazar hissed. Hermione suddenly felt very impressed with her lover.

            “Fine I’ll be going then.”

            “I don’t know why you even bothered to come.”

            “To congratulate you,” Voldemort answered, turning back to face him, “you are my son, and I am proud of you.” He Disapparated.

            “Wow,” Hermione finally said, breaking the silence.

            “I’m sorry about him.”

            “Don’t apologize,” she smiled, “he didn’t say ‘Mudblood’ Salazar; he said Muggleborn. He can’t be as bad as they say if he doesn’t use that filthy word.”

            “I suppose,” he finally managed to say; “still…he’s an asshole.”

            “Well he brought you into this world, so he must have some very good qualities,” she grinned.

            “I love you, Hermione. I really do,” he ran his hand gently along her jaw line; “you are absolutely perfect.”

            She blushed, wrapping her arms around him, “I don’t hate you for having him as a father, Sal. I could never.”

            “Thank you,” he whispered into her ear as he tightened the hug she had started. “I-I think I’m gonna go walk around the castle for a bit. I need to clear my head.”

            “I’ll be here,” she smiled sadly.
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