Summary: Harry Potter has taken the next step in his life journey. And just 'cause Hermione and Salazar are parents doesn't mean the excitement's all gone.

AN: Harry/Luna are together and friends with Hermione/Salazar.

AN: Takes place after the end of the first outtake, first half-year after then another year. There are time jumps denoted by the dividers.

Warning: sexually graphic material. voyeurism

Edited: May 9, 2013


~ooO Harry & Luna Ooo~

Harry Potter sipped his elf-wine savouring the slightly sweet fruity liquid. Before he would have spend his evenings after work at the pub with his fellow Aurors. Now that he had resigned he didn't quite fit in with them anymore so he didn't join them as often as he once did. But he didn't regret his choice. Quiet evenings at home were just as satisfying if you had good company. Harry turned and smiled easily at his drinking companion, newest friend and dependable sounding board. "Turning in early?" he asked teasingly.

Salazar Slytherin raised a slim eyebrow. "I'm married to a scary witch who made it very clear she wants me home at a respectable hour since tomorrow is going to be a busy day. You are still single and free as a bird." Then he smirked. "Free to be hunted down and chased by marriage-hungry witches."

"Not any more," Harry crowed.

Salazar immediately sat down on the bar stool. "You proposed?"

Harry nodded vigorously. "Yup. Luna accepted too."

Salazar opened his mouth then shut it with a considering look. "Does Hermione know?"

Harry shook his head. "Not that I actually proposed. I wanted to keep it quiet until after the Naming Ceremony tomorrow." Then he smiled sheepishly. "But I wanted to tell someone!" he confessed.

Salazar nodded slowly. "You better tell her quickly," he warned. "Or she'll be mad." Then he smiled slowly. "You worried her. You were taking a long time."

"I wanted to be sure. After Ginny."

"Luna is nothing like that harpy."

"I know."

Salazar refilled their cups from the pitcher. "Well let's toast to your engagement."

Harry raised his cup and tapped the edge against Salazar's. "Here here."

~o~

Several miles away, in a private sitting room, a petite platinum blonde sat next to a curly haired brunette who was breastfeeding.

"Harry asked me to marry him."

Hermione Slytherin looked up at Luna Lovegood, her companion, her friend. "Oh?"

"I said yes."

Hermione stiffened. "Wait a sec Luna… You mean he actually proposed?" Her expression turned indignant. "Harry didn't tell me he actually proposed! When?"

"Yesterday. And he wanted to keep it quiet until after the Naming Ceremony. He knows you're busy with everything."

Hermione subsided. That was very Harry like. "Do you have any plans? Long engagement? Short one? Big wedding? Private wedding?"

Luna looked thoughtful. "Short engagement. Definitely a small ceremony this summer. That will give us time for a honeymoon and to prepare for our new jobs."

Hermione looked intrigued. "Oh, so you've accepted?"

Luna nodded vigorously. "Yes. You are speaking to Hogwarts new Ancient Runes instructor."

"And Harry?"

"He's going to teach Defence. You know Minerva's been after him for years."

Hermione smiled. "Looks like she's finally got him." She looked straight at Luna. "Minerva's very lucky to have the both of you. The students are going to love you."

Luna blushed and looked hesitant. "Do you really think so?"

Hermione's response was immediate and confident. "I know so."

~ooOoo~

~ooOoo~ooOoo~ooOoo~ooOoo~ooOoo~ooOoo~

~ooOoo~

Seventh Year Ravenclaw, Melinda Fellows sighed dreamily and twisted a lock of dark hair around a finger, her attention completely focused on the dais at the head of the Great Hall, not the lunch on the plate before her.

"Stop drooling Mel. We know Professor Potter is a complete dish," Liz Watkins hissed in her best friend's ear.

"Yeah," Joan Camden sighed turning to look at the teachers table herself. "Too bad he's married."

"At least she's not a complete bitch like Ginny Weasley," Liz said bluntly. "Not many witches would be okay with their husbands being around hormonal teenage witches who are head over heels for him."

Mel sighed again. "You're right. Professor Potter is completely in love with Professor Luna. And in an odd way she's one of the few witches I can't hate for catching him."

"Why?" Liz wanted to know.

"Because she's genuinely nice. And she's a much better teacher than Professor Babbling."

"She does use a lot of the new material published by Professor Slytherin," Joan added. "And she's actually good at explaining it." Now Joan sighed dreamily. "Professor Slytherin is so gorgeous. It sucks that he's only in Hogwarts once a month."

Liz turned to Joan and gave her a cross look. "Joan! He's been married even longer than Professor Potter. And he's Fates-Matched!"

Joan laughed. "Stop taking us so seriously Liz. Both of them are gorgeous wizards, eye-candy to appreciate from a distance, not to chase." Her smile turned warmer. "His son is really cute though."

Liz stared at Joan. "You've seen him?"

"Once. You know how Her Majesty sometimes visits and sits in?"

"Yes…?"

"One time she brought Prince Taliesin. He has his dad's colouring and looks but his hair is curly like Her Majesty's."

Mel sighed. "They've been very strict about enforcing publication laws. Nothing about minors without the express permission of the parents or guardians. No one has seen a picture of the kid and they rarely take him out in public."

"He's not even two years old!" Joan protested. "He wouldn't have any patience to deal with a bunch of strangers pointing fingers at him. Probably would scream his head off."

"Oooh. Did you know they were going to be in today?" Liz hissed pointing at the Head Table.

Her Majesty, Hermione the First of Magical Britain had just emerged from the Teachers Entrance and was moving to the dais at a slow pace. Her son, Prince Taliesin Severus Slytherin was clinging to her robe skirt as he toddled beside her more focused on reaching Daddy than acknowledging the curious gawkers.

Salazar Slytherin was down the steps of the dais just as his wife and son reached it. He bent to scoop the little boy up and toss him gently into the air before catching and settling him on one hip. With his free hand he cupped the back of his wife's neck and drew her close enough to brush a kiss against her forehead, the skin between the circlet and her hairline. She placed one hand against his chest and rested the other against his back, leaning into her husband's frame just as he began guiding her up the steps and to his chair and watched as she sat down. Then he conjured a chair for himself and filled a plate before pushing it in front of her.

The students watched the strong independent Muggleborn witch comply with her husband's unvoiced orders, eating neatly but quickly. Then Professor Slytherin began feeding their son from a bowl that appeared in front of him.

It was Joan who made the conclusion after several minutes of observation.

"I think she's expecting."

Liz and Mel turned to their friend. "How can you tell?"

"Her food. All the dishes are bland and plain. Nothing with rich sauces. And she seems kind of tired."

The other two eyed Hermione Slytherin and easily spotted what their friend was talking about. She did seem weary and at the same time happy and glowing.

"Isn't it kind of fast? They already have a son and heir." Liz was perplexed.

"Some couples want big families. And besides it's only their second child, not the tenth," Joan scolded her more career-minded friend.

"Second or tenth kid, you can almost see the sparks between them when they look at each other," Mel noted.

Liz and Joan turned and saw what Mel had seen; the knowing secretive looks shared between two people who loved each other dearly and had complete faith and trust in each other.

Mel sighed. "I want a wizard who looks at me like that."

"Me too," Joan and Liz echoed in chorus.

Joan and Mel looked askance at Liz.

"What, just because I want a career doesn't mean I don't want a wizard who loves me like that!" Liz protested.

~ooOoo~

Harry Potter was doing something he never expected to do again, sneak around Hogwarts under his Invisibility Cloak. Of course when he was younger he snuck around with Ron and Hermione, usually trying to figure out who was responsible for the yearly mishaps. Now he was sneaking around with his wife Luna, trying to find a quiet place for some private time. Luna was very adventurous and good at getting Harry to go along with her plans.

"I don't see why we can't go to the Room of Requirements," Harry hissed. "We can get any room we want there."

Luna made a soft scoffing sound. "Too boring. I want my pulse racing Harry," she murmured in his ear. His breath caught and his cock stiffened in reaction. "Don't you get a little thrill avoiding the students and staff? Knowing there is a risk of getting caught?"

Harry was torn between two conflicting desires but in the end he gave in; Luna was right. He missed the adrenaline rush of his younger years. "Where?"

"The Astronomy Tower."

"It's most likely occupied," Harry protested.

"Notice-me-not," Luna countered before dragging her husband off.

To their surprise the Astronomy Tower was unoccupied. Usually it was a very popular snogging spot for the older students.

Luna gripped her husband's wrist to keep him from moving. "Something is off. There are heavy-duty active privacy wards."

Harry froze. There was no reason for the staff to have set up privacy wards in the Astronomy Tower. And the students did not have the skill and knowledge to cast heavy-duty wards. Luna's breath hitched as she guided them along the wall towards a shadowed section. He suddenly remembered there was supposed to be a small alcove in that area, big enough for a couple wanting some semi-private time.

"Don't break them," Harry hissed. He did not want whoever had cast the wards to know they had been discovered.

Luna scoffed. "I'm not an amateur Harry," she hissed as she began delicately unravelling the strands of magic creating the ward-net that veiled/shielded those within.

She made a soft triumphant sound as she loosened enough strands to create a 'window'. She peeked into it and made a soft breathy sound. Harry wanted to know what she was seeing and leaned close to see over her shoulder. He froze at the sight before him.

~o~

Hermione's arms trembled as she tried to lock her elbows and knees. Her fingers dug over the carved back edge of the wooden bench. She was quivering in the aftershocks of her first orgasm of the night. If she didn't brace herself, she would definitely collapse onto the bench and bruise her forehead and parts of her front.

She moaned when a strong muscular thigh thrust between her legs from behind. She could feel his groin pressed against her arse, his stiff cock against the small of her back, rubbing oh-so-fractionally against her. She didn't want him there. She wanted him lower, inside, stretching and filling. Then she felt it. The wards were unravelling.

"Stop it!" she hissed. "Wards. Unravelling."

"No."

She deliberately lowered her body, trying to create some room to wriggle free. "Someone's watching!" she hissed but her husband was too quick.

Even as she bent her knees, he matched her motion, dipping lower and shifting his hips forward. She gasped as he slid into her. It stung a bit as her flesh stretched to accommodate his cock – it always did. She bit her lower lip as he forced more of him into her, inch by inch, until he bottomed out, groin pressed against her arse. She could feel him there. The muscles in her thighs quivered as she struggled to keep still. Even the slightest motion caused friction that set off sparks. She reached back and dug the nails of one hand into the thick muscles cording his thigh.

"Watchers," she hissed.

"Underage students are not skilled enough to unravel wards without shattering them," he murmured in one ear. She hated the even steady flow of his voice, the way he was always in control when it felt like she was coming apart. "Besides, didn't you insist on a public place, for the risk of being caught?" That was true; it was her idea to spice up their private life. "I indulged your whim and I'm not going to let you back out at the last minute," he added in dangerously low tones. Then his voice softened. "Once you cum we can go back to our private room," he coaxed. Hermione shook her head wildly. What in Merlin's name had she been thinking? How could she relax enough to let go knowing someone was watching? Then almost against her will it actually happened.

Every muscle deep inside her belly began twisting and tightening. She could feel the minute tremors spreading out from between her legs, down her thighs and up into the tips of her nipples. Her ears were burning, her face flushed and sweaty. And just as it broke a broad hand came up and covered her mouth. Hermione let go completely knowing Salazar would take care of her.

Her screams were muffled by his hand. He caught her as her knees buckled, the other hand around the front of her waist cupping her rounded belly. She would not become pregnant from this encounter because she was already pregnant. Gently he lowered her down onto the floor, kneeling down first before guiding her onto his lap, her legs straddling his thighs. He was still hard and embedded within her. She leaned back, slumped against him, almost boneless from sensory overload. When she came to the present she was very aware of him still inside, the strength between her legs. She whimpered when his hands came down to press down on her inner thighs, forcing her lower, him deeper until she cried out in protest.

"Hurts!"

But when his fingers began manipulating her clit, stroking her flesh stretched around the base of his shaft, the wet blood engorged tissue, she forgot all about the pain as pleasure overwhelmed her senses and she climaxed a third time.

This time he came with her. She could feel the cool wash of his cum filling her, overflowing and trailing down her thighs. She felt his fingers rubbing the mix of fluids into her skin, tracing out characters that were vaguely familiar onto her belly, breasts and thighs. Then he was lifting her slightly up and sliding out of her. She did not like the empty sensation.

"Hush," he told her softly as he lifted her to her feet and wrapped her robes around her. "We have to go now."

She did not protest. She was tired and sleepy but surprisingly calm and unworried about the watchers. She was not inclined to find out who had been watching and take precautions. Salazar would do that. Salazar would always look after her.

~ooOoo~

The next day at breakfast Harry refused to look at Hermione and Salazar, choosing to focus on his plate and muttering a muffled 'good morning' between forks of scrambled eggs. His better half was more adjusted.

"Good morning Hermione, Salazar." She waited until the couple had begun eating before continuing in low tones that could only be heard by the four of them. "Harry and I really enjoyed the show last night." Luna ignored Hermione's blush and horrified expression and continued very cheerfully. "If you want you can watch Harry and me next time. The Astronomy Tower is a really nice place for a kinky evening."

Salazar burst into guffaws. When he finally managed to regain control he smirked at Luna. "Thank you for the offer Luna." He barely winced when his wife's clenched fist hit his arm. "But I think we'll pass."

Luna nodded. "I thought you would. But I had to offer in the interests of fair play."

Hermione groaned. "Luna, just don't."

Harry looked very queasy. "Luna, please don't make such offers. Hermione is my sister and I really don't want my sister to see me… you know…"

Hermione glared at the younger wizard before being soothed by her husband's whispered words.

"I do not wish you to look upon another wizard, even one you consider as brother. You are mine and mine alone. If you wish to look upon a man you will look upon me and me alone."

"And last night?" she murmured.

"You wanted a new experience and I wanted to give it to you. I'm proud of you and not ashamed of showing how much you mean to me." He touched the back of her hand. "Others may look but you are mine. Mine to pleasure and please."

She looked into piercing dark blue eyes and felt the familiar clenching between her legs, the heat in her veins, and she had to echo his vows. "Yours."

~ooOoo~ooOoo~ooOoo~

The End