A/N: just as a warning there is a little smut in this chapter, though it isn't very much or vital to the plot – it just needed putting it =D Hope you enjoy it, I do apologise for the time it took to write this.
Hope you enjoy!
Chapter 11- Betrayal of friends
The clan lord sighed; Voldemort was evidently not planning on making his life easy. Of course, the Potter boy would need to be informed so, after bidding the two spies 'goodnight', he faded into black.
He arrived to a fairly jovial scene as Grimmuld place. The two women were watching the children, Casper was biting one of his toys with a small vengeance and Willow was exploring the corners of the room. To his amusement, Potter's house elf Kreacher appeared before his daughter and she giggled before attempting to poke him. The elderly house elf jumped back in fright when he released the species of the babe.
"Sir," he grumbled, "why is the rats here again?"
Severus decided that it would be a good time to make his presence known and, with the swiftness of a cat, he pounced on the poor elf,
"If I so much as here one more offensive term used against my children or my mate than I shall eat you myself," he growled at the shivering creature, "do I make myself perfectly clear?"
The elf nodded before disappearing back to whence it came.
"Hello Severus," greeted Harry, "how was the meeting?"
"Informative, I have a number of things to update you on I believe," he informed the boy, "My dear, have you enjoyed yourself?"
His mate smiled up at him, "yes, the children have as well. Willow is particularly enjoying the exploring. Through I do believe she may have eaten a few rats..."
"As long as my daughter does not solely live of a vegetarian diet then I do not care what she eats. It will be useful if she perfects her hunting skills early on," commented the vampire, smiling proudly at his daughter. He would certainly have a fine pair of heirs.
"Sir" began the red headed boy from the opposite end of the table, "I was wondering if I were able to take Hermione out to dinner tonight – to apologise for my previous immaturity towards the pair of you."
Turning to Hermione, he saw she was pleasantly surprised by the red-head's offer and he saw no harm in letting her out this evening, "you may Mr Weasley. However, I expect her back her by no later than eleven – I have Order issues to discuss with Mr Potter."
"I'll look after the children," offered the youngest human in the room.
Severus turned to the female red head, yes he certainly believed her to be capable and it would free him up to convey his information to Harry in the most efficient way, "thank you Miss Weasley, that would be very kind of you."
Hermione flashed him a smile that made his decision worth every effort.
Within the hour, the young pair had apparated to a posh restaurant in the middle of Wizarding London. The apparating room was covered in marble black walls and a Gryffindor red carpet led the way through an archway into the main building.
"How can you afford this Ron?" questioned Hermione, wondering how her friend, who wasn't particularly well off, could afford the prices.
The red head look slightly affronted for a second but muttered, "It's owned the Fred and George's friend, Lee Jordon, so I get it at mate's rates- but it looks brilliant when you're taking a date out for dinner."
"You been out with many girls?" Hermione asked, glad her friend seemed to have moved on from her.
"Yes, a few," Ron replied awkwardly as they were waved over by a smiling Lee Jordon.
"Hay you two!" he exclaimed, "Haven't seen you in ages Mione! How have you been?"
"Well, thank you," she replied, "I got married a while ago and have had two beautiful children. Twins actually."
"Congrat's!" Lee replied, giving her a gentle pat on the back, "although, with twins, I can't say I envy you! I'll show you both to your seats."
"Thanks mate," Ron replied, flashing him a smile as they arrived at a private table near the back of the restaurant.
Meanwhile, the hour was getting late and Severus listened to the happy youthful laughter of his children on one of the upper floors. He and Mr Potter had spent a successful hour planning the next stages of the war and the flow of ideas seemed to have come to a natural halt.
"Your Miss Weasley seems a natural with children," commented Severus, "do you have any plans of marrying her yet? Or, I assure you, someone else will have her soon enough."
The young man looked slightly shocked for a moment, surprised by the change of topic. After pausing a few minutes to think he replied,
"I would like to Severus, but are we not too young?"
"Harry," replied the older male, "you are leading the Order into battle and she will be fighting by your side. Trust me; there is no time like the present. We never know where we shall be tomorrow."
The young man nodded thoughtfully, "I have my mother's engagement ring, perhaps I shall ask her tonight?"
"Then I shall leave you for a bit then, I would like an opportunity to check on my mate."
Harry shot him a look that informed him that he did not approve of the need to check on Hermione; however, wisely, he only nodded before moving upstairs.
Severus reappeared in a silent black fog in the corner of Lee Jordon's restaurant. The boy had done well for himself; certainly this was now the place to be seen at the moment in Wizarding Britain. However, he was not here on a social visit and so, silently, he shape shifted into the form of a butterfly. The light blue insect perfectly blended in with the colonies of butterflies that flow around the numerous bunches of roses that were scattered around the restaurant.
After fluttering around for a few moments, his sharp eyes settled on the far table. His mate and her friend seemed to be in the middle of the main course – roast lamb and the trimmings. Hermione looked beautiful and her long hair glistened as it fell in waves down her back. Even by vampire standards, he was a very lucky male.
However, his curiosity peeked when he noticed the Weasley boy's hand twitch towards Hermione's left hand that was presently rested on the table. Realising that something was going to happen, the butterfly-shaped Severus throw up a set of powerful privacy wards; the couple were now completely hidden from the other guests.
Hermione felt another hand gently grip her own. Looking up from her dinner, she found Ron's eyes focused on her own. Realising something was up she tried to pull her hand away,
"Ron, what are you doing?"
"Hermione, I'm just going to say this," he began, sounding slightly nervous, "I still love you. I don't care that you are a vampire, I'm begging you to leave that vampire and come back to me."
Snatching her hand fully out of his grip, Hermione stood up and wished that she had not agreed to this idea. She should have known that he would not be adult enough to get over the fact that she had moved on with her life – without him.
"Ronald Weasley, I cannot believe your cheek!" she exclaimed angrily, "you invite me out to dinner; under false pretences may I just add. Then you try to 'lure' me away from the man I love and my two wonderful children! How dare you..."
However, it appeared that the boy was not giving up that easily, convinced that the women before him could certainly not be in love with their ex-Professor, he grabbed both of her hands and pulled her over for a kiss.
Severus watched the boy stand up and grab the hands of his mate, how dare he have such cheek! Gracefully reverting back to his true form, his violently pushed the insolent whelp into the wall. Hermione seemed to look surprised at his sudden appearance, but a quick look into her eyes informed him that she was truly glad that he had thrown Ron off.
Moving over the fallen wizard, Severus pulled him to his feet by grabbing his shoulder,
"Mr Weasley, this is my only warning, if you ever pull a stunt like this again I will not hesitate to kill you. I cannot believe this is how you repay me, I have accepted you into my home and fed you – however, you still feel it is acceptable to attempt to attempt to steal my mate! Mr Weasley you are banished from my lands. Trespassing will lead to immediate death, am I understood?"
The wizard nodded, looking sadly over at Hermione, "yes sir, sorry sir."
Turning swiftly on his heel, he wrapped his arms around his mate and the two disappeared into Severus' study.
"Hermione, I will only say this once, understood?" she nodded in reply, "you are now no longer allowed anywhere alone with that boy. If I find out that you have disobeyed me I shall be surely displeased."
"Yes Severus, I have no plans to trust him again," she informed him, "I cannot believe he attempted to pull a stunt like that."
Roughly, Severus grabbed his mate's arms and pulled her towards him. Pressing her mouth against his own, he quickly stripped her of her clothing before his long fingers found her already wet cunt.
"Such a dirty girl," he hissed, "ready for your master I see?"
The vampire before him moaned in his mouth. Suddenly, after removing his trousers, he had his mate pressed against the desk. Leaning her over the desk, he slapped her on her ass five times – punctuating each slap with a possessive growl,
"Witch," slap, "you," slap, "belong," slap, "to," slap, "me!" slap.
Sniffing the air, he noted with some amusement that this had only served to increase her arousal. Gripping both her hips, he entered her roughly – moving with wild abandon into her hot, wet, cunt. He only paused for a moment to give her a few love bites on her neck, just to remind her who she belonged to. Some minutes afterwards, both orgasamed together and Severus collapsed on top of Hermione – both breathing deeply.
"Yours," she moaned a while later, having regained the ability to breathe normally.
"Mine," he whispered, giving her neck a gentle lick.
After removing all traces of their endeavours, Severus transported them both into their rooms.
"Mary," he called out into the room, the vampire appeared soon after his words, "I would like you to collect the twins from Grimmuld Place, also please extend an invitation to Mr Potter, Ginny Weasley and Remus Lupin to attend dinner her in two days time."
She bowed her head respectfully before disappearing out of the room.