Last week of June, 1996
Diagon Alley
Hermione Granger walked around the Flourish and Blotts bookshop with her mother as they waited for her boyfriend – yes, her boyfriend! – to show up.
"How does he look like again?" Asked Jean Granger, Hermione's mother.
"Tall, broad shoulders, slim, long dark hair, dark eyes." She replied, blushing at the other characteristics that her mind provided but that she would never speak out loud to her mother. Delicious soft lips, a sensual voice, firm elegant hands.
"Is that him?" Her mother said, interrupting Hermione's naughty thoughts and pointing at the door.
Hermione looked up and smiled.
"Yes. That's him."
James looked up at his beautiful clever girlfriend standing near the charms books with her mother and walked towards them, greeting her mother first, as the suck-up Slytherin she had accused him of being many many times.
"You must be Hermione's mother." He said, picking up Jean's hand and laying a kiss on it. "What a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Granger. Hope it's true what they say about girls turning into their mothers as they grow." He winked at her.
"Well," Jean blushed. "Thank you, James."
Hermione rolled her eyes, "I told you he was a flirt, mom."
"Oh, but he's harmless, love." Jean replied, smiling. "A flirtatious man is so much better than a boring one – believe me. Your father can still make me laugh and blush even after all these years of marriage."
"Don't I know it." Whispered Hermione. "It's embarrassing."
James laughed. "Just another thing we have on common, Mione!"
But she looked at him with a frown. "Your parents are not embarrassing."
James snorted: "Trust me, they can be mortifying."
"Hermione mentioned both your parents work at Hogwarts." commented Jean.
"Yes, ma'am." He nodded. "A teacher and a healer."
"Healer? Oh, that's like a doctor, right?" Jean looked at Hermione for confirmation and her daughter nodded.
James added: "Mom's the best healer in the wizarding world. And dad's a Potions Master."
That had Jean frowning and looking at her daughter: "Wait. He's the son of that teacher?"
Hermione blushed and James looked at her with a smirk.
"Yes, mom." The girl replied. "And I told you my opinion on Prof. Snape has changed over the past two years."
James chuckled. "Don't worry, Mione, whatever you've called him, I've certainly called him worse."
"You don't have a good relationship with your father, James?" worried Jean.
"Oh, no! He's the best! But we've clashed a lot throughout the years. Not so much now, but it can still happen."
Jean nodded, understanding. "I'm glad Hermione is an atypical teenager. I don't know what I'd do with a rebel." She looked at the young couple. "I'll leave her under your care, then. And I'll expect her back home in time for dinner – and you'll dine with us tonight."
"Certainly, Mrs. Granger." He bowed his head.
Jean hugged her daughter and then pulled him into a hug as well. "I'm trusting you, young man."
"We'll just go to a library, ma'am." He reassured her.
"Alright. See you two at dinner."
And she walked out of the bookshop, going to the Leaky Cauldron.
"A library?" Hermione asked him, surprised. "I thought we'd be going to your house."
"My house has a library." James said. "But first, we need to find ourselves a corner." He held her hand and walked out of the bookshop and down Diagon Alley streets, moving close to Knockturn Alley.
"A corner?" Hermione whispered, knowing pretty well what he wanted to do in said corner.
"Yes. Me and you and that dress of yours... in a dark hidden corner." He whispered sensually in her year, making her tremble as he dragged her down the narrow corridor that led to the suspicious Alley and pushed her against the wall, "No one would dare guess the sweet Gryffindor girl from the Golden Trio is being snogged in such a depraved place." He whispered, taking her lips before she could say anything.
And all coherent thoughts vanished from Hermione's head. The feeling of his larger body pressing her against a dirty wall on Knockturn Alley, having his wicked way with her, was more than enough to have her ever-busy mind go blank – turning James, and how he made her feel, into the only thought she had.
And she loved him for it. How could she not?
He stimulated her mind whenever they had in-depth discussions about the most varied subjects. And when his hands touched her – he took over her mind and made her body his.
James had her moaning softly in his mouth within minutes, and he had to force himself to stop kissing her.
"Damn, kitten. You make me lose control." He gasped, grabbing her butt with both hands.
"Kitten?" she frowned, remembering he had mentioned that nickname in one of their letters. "You're really calling me that?"
"Yes, I am. Every time I touch you, you purr like a kitten, so I'm calling you one." And he ran his hands down her curves, feeling her soft and delicate body against his larger and harder one; he licked her lips, teasing her mouth, before making a path of small bites down her neck.
She made a sound at the back of her throat, something between a whimper and a gasp.
"There." He said in a low and sexy voice. "I love that sound." He hoisted her up, making her wrap her legs around his waist. "Get ready to apparate with me, kitten."
She nodded, wrapping her arms around his neck and closing her eyes.
When Hermione opened her eyes, she was in a very beautiful backyard with a garden pond, flowers and some tall trees. There was even a medium-sized pool near the backyard patio and kids' toys by the sectional sofa.
"This is so lovely." She said as her feet touched the ground. "Look at that beautiful pond!"
"Dad made that. That's Queen's pond." James explained.
"Who's Queen?" she asked, surprised.
"Our snake-friend. She died last year though. Now her babies enjoy the pond. Nick and I named her Queen because her belly looked like a chessboard, black and white."
Hermione shook her head and chuckled. "Even the Malfoy's have dogs. But not you. Of course Queen would be a snake."
James smiled and led her towards the house; however, Hermione couldn't help but notice how he moved slightly away from the pool.
Then she asked, softly: "Is that where you...?"
"Where I nearly drowned?" he finished it for her. "Yes." He exhaled. "I apparated home, like we did just now, and threw myself in the frozen pool."
"Like a Mad Go-Under." Hermione added.
James just nodded. "I'm a little afraid of going near it now. Mom offered to get rid of it but... my little brother Chris loves to swim, so it wouldn't be fair to him... I just have to learn to live with it."
She wrapped an arm around his waist and walked very close to him towards the house, trying to forget how close she had got to losing him to the Noxious potion.
James smiled at her and briefly kissed her lips before using his wand to open the backyard door.
"Welcome to my home."
Hermione walked in and looked around the living room with a smile. "This is your mother's house alright. But your father doesn't live here. It's too bright and airy." She said, jokingly.
James laughed.
"He sure does. That's his favourite armchair." He pointed to a dark-blue armchair in front of the fireplace.
"It's very hard to believe that." She shook her head. "He's so different than who he pretends to be at the school." She looked at the pictures on the wall, smiling at the happy children she saw in them. "Wait. Is that... Draco Malfoy?" she pointed at a picture where a blond boy sat at an ice-cream shop between his two dark-haired friends.
"Yes. We were the best of friends when we were kids. Then his father forbade him to keep playing with us for we are unregistered bastards."
"Sounds like something his father would say." She looked at the pictures for a little longer. "Is anyone home? I'd love to see Sophie."
"She's at grandma's with Chris and Liz. Mom and dad are at Hogwarts helping Dumbledore with the mess Umbridge left behind. And Nick is with Fred." He pulled her towards the library. "And here is the place I promised to show you."
James opened the door to the library room and Hermione gasped.
"Holy shit! This is amazing!" she immediately walked in and moved closer to the shelves, checking the titles of the books she could see. "Wow. There's a lot of illegal books here."
"Yep. This is a Slytherin library, love." James winked at her. "I'm not sure your pure and delicate Gryffindor hands should be touching any of them actually." He teased her.
She narrowed her eyes at him. "Then maybe I shouldn't be here at all, since my pure delicate hands shouldn't be near Slytherin things." She looked at him up and down, making it clear he was one of the things she shouldn't be touching.
James laughed and closed the door, walking towards her.
"Tsk tsk, Hermione. I don't think that attitude is up to par with your Gryffindor upbringing."
She crossed her arms, staring at him defiantly. "According to your mother, my Gryffindor upbringing has been severely compromised since I started talking to you."
James laughed and kissed her hard, pushing her against a bookshelf and quickly having his hands on her thighs under her dress. "I believe that's right."
Hermione moaned in delight, being snogged in a library was a merging of pleasures that was quickly going to her head and leaving her feeling intoxicated.
"I love this smell." she exhaled as James kissed down her neck.
"What smell?"
"Books, parchment, leather... and you." She finished in a soft moan.
He hummed in appreciation, touching a hand to her chin and rubbing his thumb on her bottom lip.
"So you like the way I smell?" he whispered.
"Yes." She admitted breathlessly. "I want to lick you all over."
"Damn, kitten." He replied, trembling at the mere thought of having her licking down his body and wrapping her sweet mouth around his cock. "You're a fucking tease, Mione." then he carried her to the nearest desk and sat her there amongst large potions books he had been studying.
James stood between her thighs and kissed her lips again, feeling her wrap her legs around him, bringing him very close to her centre. He tangled his tongue with hers while his hands explored her curves, making her moan.
He kissed down her neck, seeing her pebbled nipples beneath her dress, so he mouthed one, closing his lips over the fabric-covered tip and watching her arch and tremble, fisting her hands on his hair.
"Yes, Jamie." She gasped, trying to pull his shirt off of him, needing to feel his skin.
James pressed himself between her legs, his hard cock right at her pussy; and he watched, in surprise, her beginning to move her hips against him; she was feeling needy but she couldn't find the words to ask for what she wanted.
James noticed she was rubbing herself on him, a soft blush on her skin as she lay down on her back and circled her hips, finding her pleasure on his body.
"Fuck. Are you using me to get off, kitten?"
"Yes. Now shut up and kiss me, Jamie. Help me get there." She whimpered needily.
He gulped, looking down at the sexy picture she made sprawled on the desk; he ran his hands up and down her body, thinking how she had called him 'Jamie' – she had never done that before.
Hermione arched on the desk, her legs closing tightly around his lower back.
"You're so fucking sexy, kitten." He groaned, lowering one hand between her legs, touching her drenched knickers lightly. He had never asked her, but he was almost certain she was a virgin.
"Can I touch you here, Hermione?" he used her full name, letting her know if she said 'no' he would fully respect her decision.
"Yes." She blushed profusely. "But... I've never... no one has ever touched me there. I mean... I have... but..."
"So you have." He repeated in a velvety voice, imagining her touching herself, feeling his painfully hard dick jerk inside his jeans at the thought.
She just nodded.
So he teasingly caressed her entrance through the soaked fabric of her knickers, feeling her tremble. He pulled the fabric aside and his finger easily slid down her slit. He hissed as he felt how wet and hot she was. He lowered his head, kissing her inner thighs and smelling her arousal – awakening a need to taste her.
"Can I... kiss you here?" he asked in a strained voice, his body on fire for her.
She exhaled. "Ooh, yes, please, Jamie."
He held the sides of her knickers and pulled them down her legs, exposing her well-trimmed pussy to his eyes. Then he touched one finger between her labia again, more firmly than before, and she gasped his name; next, he slowly ran his finger from her entrance up to her clit – and she trembled again, resting both her feet on the table and opening herself up for him.
She had no idea what she was doing, but to see her spread like that for him was making him tremble with need. He pressed just the tip of his finger inside her pussy and she moaned softly.
"Fuck, kitten. You don't know what you're doing to me." Then he lowered his head and used his thumbs to open her pussy lips.
"Ooh, Jamie." she moaned as his tongue gave her a long lick, from her entrance to her clit. "More. Do it. More." She ordered.
He chuckled. "Figures you'd be bossy."
But before she could reply, he licked her again and again and she lost all of her highly capable cognition capacity. There was nothing but the smell of books and leather and parchment and the young man licking between her legs.
She had a new feeling in her lower belly, something akin to a hunger, and she needed him to do something. "More, Jamie, please. I need... I'm nearly cumming."
He groaned and licked her faster, then he closed his lips around her very hard clit and sucked.
She screamed, grabbing his hair with both hands as she orgasmed in his mouth.
He could feel her pussy quivering and contracting around nothing, as if begging to be filled.
But her hands didn't let go of his hair, Hermione pulled him up and sat up on the desk, kissing him, tasting herself on his lips, her hands moving down his chest to the waistband of his jeans.
James felt her trying to unfasten his pants and found himself stopping her – and if his dick could scream, it would have.
"No. Mione. We'd better stop." He was panting, his cock so hard inside the confines of his pants that he knew it would have zipper marks on it. "If you touch me... Kitten, I'll lose it."
"You don't want me?"
"Want you?" He gave out a strangled laugh. "Fuck, kitten, all I want is to have you on your back and get my dick deep inside your sweet cunt."
"So let's do this." she tried to open up his pants again.
"No. You just told me you're a virgin. Don't you want your first time to be special?"
She laughed. "What place would be more special to me than a library, Jamie? I want this. I want you. And I want it to be here. Now!"
He gulped, looking into her amber eyes and seeing how hot for him she was.
"You asked for this, kitten." He said, slowly removing his hands from her wrists and letting her unfasten his jeans.
"Unzip my dress." She ordered pushing his jeans down his legs and then his underwear. "I'm wearing a contraceptive patch." She let him know, as she removed her dress with his help.
"I don't have any condoms on me, Mione." He suddenly remembered, as he watched her creamy skin being revealed in front of him. "I've never fucked anyone bareback."
Hermione seemed to stop for a second and then she nodded. "So it will be a first for you as well." And her hand closed around his cock, feeling how thick and hot it was.
Her words turned him into a lusty animal, the thought of sinking his dick into that hot, moist and tight channel with nothing between them had him growling in need. He kissed her lips then as if he were a starving man and she was a delicious meal.
His hands unhooking her bra and kneading her perfect firm breasts.
"I need to taste these..." he groaned, lowering his head to her nipples and sucking on one and then the other.
Hermione hissed and moaned at the delicious pleasure, wrapping her legs around him and feeling his dick at her entrance.
James pushed her down on her back again and held her hands on either side of her head, looking into her eyes as he pressed his dick between her legs.
"Tell me if I'm hurting you, kitten."
Her breath hitched and he moaned as the head of his cock was enveloped by the tightest hottest pussy he had ever felt.
"Fuck." He groaned, pressing in and feeling her tense up. "Am... I hurting... you?" he managed to ask, knowing he had a considerable thick girth.
She shook her head, holding onto his hands tightly. "No. It's just a bit uncomfortable."
Her channel clenched around him involuntarily and he moved in a little deeper and deeper until he was balls deep into her.
"Holy shit." He breathed, closing his eyes, enjoying the delicious pleasure of having his cock inside of her.
Hermione whimpered at the strange feeling and tentatively moved her hips, gasping.
"Move, Jamie." She suddenly urged him. "Move!"
He did and she arched her back, moaning at the sensation.
And he was moaning alongside her, his dick was in pussy heaven. He pounded into her with a little more strength than he wanted for her first time but she seemed to be loving it just as much as he.
"I can't... stop." He growled, moving fast towards the strongest orgasm of his life.
"Don't. Don't stop!" she moaned, raising both her legs and feeling him slide against something inside of her that had her seeing stars.
James began grinding against her clit at every in stroke and she screamed, her pussy clenching around his dick as she orgasmed hard, making him cum right with her, his vision going black for a moment as pleasure washed through his body and he spilled his seed deep inside her body.
They lay panting for a few minutes. neither saying a word. James touched his head to her breasts as his dick softened to half-hard still inside of her.
"Now I get it." Hermione suddenly whispered, her hand playing with his hair
"Get what?" he mumbled, looking at her sweaty face, her curly hair looking messier than usual.
"Sex. Why people are so crazy about it."
James laughed, only her would take a moment to analyse the impact of sex in a person's life right after her first time.
He kissed her lips. "I love you, Hermione."
She smiled at him. "Most guys say it before sex to make girls fuck them. You waited to say it after."
"Most guys like to hear it back." He arched an eyebrow at her.
"Hear what?" she said with feigned confusion, loving to watch him squirm, but she had mercy on him: "I love you too, Jamie." She looked around the library. "This was so perfect."
He smiled and helped her up and off the desk, seeing her wince a little.
"I'm a little sore and... I'm dripping." she frowned looking down her legs.
James looked down as well and saw her thighs glistening with her juices and his cum, there was a small streak of blood as well.
"Fuck. I like that." he groaned. "Not the blood... the rest of it – seeing you dripping cum is already a favourite of mine."
"It's not as nice as it looks." She grimaced. "I feel like my thighs and insides are covered in lard."
He laughed and scourgifyied her. "Better?"
She stared at him, impressed: "Wow. I hadn't thought to use that for this kind of... dirt."
"Magic can be a huge advantage when it comes to sex." He fastened his pants and picked up her knickers from the floor.
"I can see that and I can think of a lot of spells to use that way." Her eyes were glinting as she thought.
James helped her put on her knickers and dress and wrapped her in his arms, kissing her lovingly. "I'm sure you can, kitten."
After a few hours together in the library reading and discussing the most varied subjects, from potions to the rights of house-elves – when even Tiffany was dragged into the conversation and rudely told Hermione to mind the business of her own species – they sat at the table to have tea together.
Melody attended to them, eyeing Hermione with just as much anger as Tiffany.
Later that night
Snapes' family home
Florence, Severus and their three younger children were at the table having dinner, but neither of the twins were home.
Severus had made Elizabeth join them for dinner, completely fed up with the girl's tantrum and avoidance of her mother – he could see how much that was hurting his wife.
"Liz, where are your brothers?" he asked, knowing that if Florence asked, the girl wouldn't answer.
"James is having dinner at the Hermione's." Liz said.
Severus looked at Florence. "It is that serious?"
She nodded. "After what happened in the library this afternoon, it better be."
Elizabeth looked at her mother with wide eyes, understanding exactly what she meant.
"What?" He asked out loud. James fucked Granger in our library?
"Yes. And I don't think we are in any position to judge him." She arched an eyebrow at him.
He was forced to agree. After all, the sofa in the library was huge for a reason.
"Nicholas said he'd go to Freddie's." Said Christopher, unaware of what his parents and sister were talking about.
Severus frowned, "At the Burrow?"
Elizabeth explained: "No the redheaded twins have a flat now at Diagon Alley."
Severus looked at Florence. "Don't you think it's a little dangerous for both of them to be out?"
"They are almost eighteen, Severus, I can't keep them locked inside the house as if they were ten. At least we know where they are." She replied, feeding Sophie.
"Did they say what time they'd be back, Liz?" he kept trying to make the girl talk.
"No, dad." she answered, but didn't look her father in the eyes, something she had been doing a lot.
"Is there something you wish to tell me, Elizabeth?" he asked.
The girl shivered and glanced at him, quickly.
"I know you are hiding something." said Severus, looking at her intently. "You've been avoiding looking at me for a while now."
"Stop it!" Elizabeth shouted, dropping her fork on her plate. "Don't use Legilimens on me! Mom!" she called for Florence's help.
Despite her problems with Elizabeth, Florence did intervene, putting her hand on her husband's arm – he really shouldn't be reading Liz's mind, for he could find out about Draco.
"I noticed you got a letter from Lucius Malfoy." She asked her husband. "What does he want from you? As far as I know they don't allow inmates to write in Azkaban."
Severus sighed. "It was from a Malfoy, but it wasn't Lucius who wrote me. Narcissa is worried about Draco."
"What about him?" Florence asked, glancing at Elizabeth, hoping her daughter kept eating without looking up.
"She was brief in her letter, in case it got into the wrong hands, so I don't know details. But she wants to meet me. So I told her to go to my mother's house in Spinner's End, tomorrow evening."
"I hope there's something you can do for him." Florence said with a heavy sigh. "Draco is a good boy. His heart is in the right place but, unfortunately, Lucius has been poisoning his mind for so long..."
"I believe he hasn't got the Dark Mark yet, even though, before going to Azkaban, Lucius had been pushing hard for that to happen soon. I strongly suspect Draco's received instructions for his final test, got cold feet, told his mother about them and now Narcissa is having second thoughts."
"I like Cissy." Said Florence. "I really hope she realizes Lucius is not the prince charming she thinks she married."
Elizabeth heard that talk attentively, although her eyes never left her plate.
Severus kept talking, completely unaware of his daughter's interest in what was happening with the Malfoy family. Then he seemed to remember something: "Granger knows about us, but has Nick told Fred anything about our family?"
"No. Nick hasn't told Fred yet. The Weasleys are already in danger, being that they are like a family to Harry; they don't need the added risk of knowing about us."
Severus nodded, "Yes. It's better this way." Feeling unsettled for seeing how his past bad choices were affecting his kids' lives.
Note: starting book six next chapter. Hope you enjoyed James and Mione – I love seeing them together!