A/N: There have been a few comments from some Aussie readers (Hi! So glad you are reading this!) about the weather in Australia in May, so sorry if I got it wrong! I'm a silly, ignorant American (obviously), although I will say in my defense that Google tells me that weather in May in Broome WA, Australia is in like the 80's and 90's Fahrenheit, which for me is pretty freaking hot. But perhaps it's so hot in Australia that 80's and 90's Fahrenheit isn't hot for you? I don't know, I live in the north part of the Midwest in the USA and so like anything over 60's is hot weather, haha. So, if that's the case, that it's not that hot in Broome in May, perhaps we'll just say it's an abnormally warm May for Australia as that's what fits my story, haha. ;-)

Thanks as always for reading! I'm also thinking this chapter will be fulfilling the promise of more smut than plot. And after this only four chapters to go!

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Hermione woke up the following morning when she tried to get out of bed but found her hands restrained.

"Wha—" she tugged, and looked above her head to find a silken cord tied around both wrists which were then secured to the headboard. Lucius was nowhere in sight. For that matter, neither was Severus.

Hermione pulled and tugged, but it seemed she was stuck fast. That was when she took in the rest of her attire. Or lack thereof. She was completely nude, and there wasn't a single blanket on the bed beyond the fitted sheet underneath her. There wasn't even a pillow.

"Uh… hello?" Hermione called out. She was sure this was just a game that Lucius and Severus were playing with her. But she didn't know how much she cared for it.

"Ah, good to see you are awake," Severus drawled as he leaned against the door to the bathroom.

"What's going on?" Hermione asked, giving another yank on her wrists.

Severus smirked, and Hermione felt heat pool in her abdomen. He was incredibly sexy when he smirked like that. She licked her bottom lip and drew it into her mouth as she took in Severus' attire. Or lack thereof. He was as naked as she and his cock was very prominently pointing toward the sky. She sucked in a sharp breath and couldn't entirely stop her body from writhing at the sight of him.

"Oh, you think this is for you?" Severus asked silkily as he stepped away from the bathroom and headed towards her. "I'm afraid it's not."

Hermione was panting by the time he made it to the side of the bed. There was a small drop of precome that she couldn't tear her eyes from at the tip of his thick prick.

"It's not?" Hermione finally asked, raising her eyes from the glorious cock that was right at eye level and to his face.

He was still wearing that very sexy smirk and quirked an eyebrow at her.

"No. See, only good girls get to be fucked until they can't walk. Bad girls must be punished."

Hermione very much liked the way he said the word punished; he'd drawn it out to three syllables so deliciously. She was sure that she was leaking and rubbed her thighs together to try and get some much-needed friction at her aching core.

"Punished? How?" she asked breathlessly.

"Unfortunately, I can't punish you as I would like when you are in this… condition." His eyes flicked to the small bulge of her baby bump. Hermione felt her face heat up, and she looked away from him.

"I'm sorry, Sev—"

"I know," Severus said seriously, breaking character by cupping her cheek and bringing her gaze back to his. "I know that you were frightened and confused. But you must still suffer a punishment."

Hermione nodded. Frankly, she'd do anything to get Severus and Lucius to forgive her. After having thought about it since Lucius had discovered her a week ago, Hermione was pretty sure that running away and hiding a pregnancy was the most unforgivable thing she could do. She was ashamed of her actions and wanted to atone for them.

Smiling at Severus, she said, "And what shall my punishment be? For I have been a very naughty girl."

Severus nodded his approval and quirked his lips once more. "I think you are going to like it."

Hermione smiled but didn't say anything else as Severus produced a feather. It was a long white feather, and the end was quite droopy. Hermione lifted her eyebrow. What in the world was he going to do with that?

"Oh, Merlin," she groaned as he trailed the feather from her shoulder to her left breast, circling the nipple and trailing to back up to her clavicle. It was both divine and torturous. Her nipple hardened immediately, and he did the same on the other side. Never letting the feather stay in one place for too long. He trailed the tip up one arm and down the other. He bopped her on the nose, and she laughed until the feather once again circled one of her nipples and the laugh morphed into a moan.

"Severus," Hermione pleaded. She just needed more, a firmer touch. The lightness of the feather against her skin was driving her mad.

"Ah, but this is your punishment, Hermione. You must take it all."

Hermione nodded as the feather danced along the taut skin of her stomach and settled at the junction of her thigh and her abdomen. He laid the feather there for a long moment, inching the tip along toward her sex. She widened her legs in response, needing some friction and just the tip of the feather danced along her nether lips before fluttering away toward the other thigh.

Hermione groaned in frustration as the feather shimmied down her legs and sashayed around her feet. It hit a ticklish spot, and she laughed and kicked her foot involuntarily, causing Severus to let out a low, chuckle that tightened Hermione's nipples when she heard it. He didn't laugh nearly enough. She remembered her promise to herself to bring him out of his shell, to make him see that he was worth more than he thought he was. She had been stupid and jeopardized all of that. She wouldn't do it again, she vowed.

"Stop thinking," he snapped, bringing Hermione back to reality. The feather was frolicking along her knees and inching its way back toward the crux of her thighs. "This is to be your punishment. You can't zone out of it, or I shall have to punish you for longer."

Hermione nodded as the tip of the feather ghosted along her slit. She spread her legs and bent her knees, arching her back slightly. "Please, Severus."

Severus smirked that sexy smirk and allowed the feather to pirouette along her slit for several long moments. It dipped down between her arse cheeks and rose as high as her belly button, never lingering for long, always so light that Hermione could barely feel it. She arched her back as the feather danced away from her skin again. It was driving her mad, these light, ticklish touches and she was soon panting with need.

"Severus," she groaned as the feather tapped at one of her sensitive nipples. Tap. Tap. Tap.

"Do you feel you've properly learned your lesson?" Severus asked as he dragged the feather between her breasts and began tapping the other nipple.

"Yesss," Hermione hissed, tossing her head. It felt like they'd been at this for hours and she was in desperate need of relief.

"Good," Severus said, and the feather disappeared from her skin. Hermione looked up at Severus through a lock of hair that had fallen across her face. He smiled and moved the hair, cupping her face before pressing his lips to hers for a brief kiss. Then he was gone, and her left nipple was engulfed in his mouth. She arched her back and screamed at the suddenly overwhelming sensation. It was like a line had formed between her nipples and her clit and she was on fire. He tugged at her other nipple with his fingers and Hermione was sure she was going to come just from the nipple play. And then it was gone, and Severus was blowing cool air on the nipple that had been in his mouth.

Hermione panted and tossed her head at the sudden loss of all sensation. "Fuck," she whispered when Severus took the other nipple in his mouth. She was so close right on the edge, if only he applied just a little pressure, right…

Severus backed off again, and Hermione writhed and panted on the bed. She just needed to come; if only he'd let her come, she'd feel better. "Please," she begged him.

"Not yet," Severus muttered, fisting his erection tightly. Hermione licked her lips at the sight and Severus moaned in response to the visual stimulus she was providing and the physical stimulus of his hand.

"Let me lick you then," Hermione said.

Severus groaned again but nodded tightly. Internally, Hermione cheered when Severus climbed onto the bed and straddled her chest. He very carefully did not put any pressure on her abdomen, but he pushed her breasts together and thrust his cock between them. The head of his cock bumped her chin and Hermione tilted her chin down so she could tongue it instead.

"Fuck," Severus groaned as he continued fucking her breasts. She'd never done anything like this before, but it was highly erotic the way she kept getting a small taste of him. He thumbed her nipples as he pressed her breasts together, almost swallowing his cock entirely. He started thrusting harder and faster, and with the stimulus to her nipples, Hermione found herself on the edge again.

"Open your mouth," Severus ordered, and Hermione did so, just in time for Severus to thrust the head of his cock into her mouth and come. Hermione swallowed it all and licked as much of his dick as she could reach, cleaning him entirely. She was incredibly horny and turned on. Severus groaned and rolled to the side, placing a hand on her rounded abdomen as he recovered.

"Severus," Hermione groaned, rubbing her legs together. She needed some pressure there, any pressure.

"Not yet," Severus muttered and placed a soft kiss on her lips. She returned the kiss hungrily and tugged at her bonds, wishing her hands were free and she could run them through his hair. Hold him close and make him give her what she so desperately needed, but after a few moments, he pulled away.

He crossed the room, and this time when he came back, he was holding an emerald green tassel. Like something from the fringe of a curtain. He smirked at her and began dragging the tassel along her skin. She arched into the touch; it was different than the feather which had been light and barely there. The tassel provided a little more pressure over a wider area, and it wasn't long until Hermione was panting and writhing in her attempt to get more. She needed more.

"Well, well, well, what have we here?" a voice from the doorway asked. Hermione was so far gone she hadn't even noticed that Lucius had entered the hotel room.

"Just doling out a punishment," Severus murmured, dragging the tassel so close to her pussy lips, but not close enough to actually touch them.

"And how many orgasms have you denied her?" Lucius asked, and Hermione snapped her eyes to his, not realizing that's what had been going on. She just assumed it was Severus teasing her, not orgasm denial. The thought of being denied an orgasm in order to produce a greater one later made her positively drip with need.

"Four," Severus murmured.

Lucius smiled, clearly pleased, "Well done, Hermione." Hermione preened under his compliment, and Severus took the tassel away from her skin. Lucius undressed quickly to join Hermione on the bed, lightly trailing his fingers up and down one arm as Severus took the spot on the other side of her.

"And how many orgasms have you given Severus?" Lucius asked her.

Hermione turned her head to look at him. "One, sir."

Lucius' eyes widened, and he looked pleased with her answer. "I like it when you call me sir," he admitted pressing a kiss to her lips. Hermione twisted as much as she was able, trying to follow his lips as he pulled away. "Not yet, love."

Hermione fell back to the bed and pouted. She was so horny, and she just wanted to get off. She groaned in frustration as a pair of hands trailed down her body, touching everything except the essential bits.

"Please, sir," Hermione begged, arching her back, trying to get either of them to touch her in a meaningful way.

Lucius groaned and rolled on top of her, his cock nestling between her folds so beautifully. She cried out and arched into him, wrapping her legs around him, holding him to her, unwilling to let go of the stimulation she finally needed.

Severus chuckled from beside her, and she turned her head to look at him. He was fisting his cock again, and Hermione whinged at the sight. It was getting to be too much. She was too aroused.

Lucius peppered kisses across her face and down her neck, heading toward her chest, his cock bumping against her clit, making her see stars. Some silent communication must have happened between Lucius and Severus because before Hermione knew it, Lucius was on his back with Hermione sprawled on top of him, her hands were still tied together. Severus had his hands on her hips and helped guide Lucius' cock inside her. She almost came then. The heat and friction was so good, and she was so incredibly wet from all of the edging Severus had done. Severus kept his hands on her waist, helping her to move while Lucius thumbed her clit.

"Time to come," he murmured, and Hermione fell apart, her head dropping onto Severus' shoulder behind her as Lucius pounded into her from below. Lucius' assault didn't stop, sending Hermione over the edge again and again and again. The edges of her vision went dark with the force of the orgasms and Severus held her tight, whispering into her ear about what a good girl she was and how wonderful she was doing. When she was nothing more than a boneless pile, Severus gently pushed her forward into Lucius. Lucius' cock was still buried inside her aching core, and soon Severus began pushing his own cock inside next to Lucius'.

They had never done this before, and Hermione wasn't even sure it was entirely possible until both were seated as far inside her as they could go. Lucius held very still as Severus moved, providing all the friction and Hermione thought she might black out from the pleasure. She was so, incredibly full and it must have been good for Severus and Lucius too as they were both groaning and grunting with pleasure as Severus moved.

"I-I can't…" Hermione breathed, she was sure she was going to die from the pleasure overload.

"Yes, you can," Severus grunted from behind, and Lucius pulled her down into a kiss. Hermione sank into him gratefully, distracting her neatly as Severus sped up as much as he was able to. It didn't take long for Hermione to have another climax, squeezing both Lucius and Severus so tightly that they couldn't help but to come as well.

She fell asleep to both men whispering to her how good she was, and she preened at their compliments.


Lucius reluctantly left the bed of Hermione's hotel room. She and Severus were still tangled around each other in sleep, and he regretted that he had to leave, but he had things that needed to be taken care of. Namely, getting Healer Brian Whistleby and bringing him to Broome to try and reverse the charm Hermione had placed on her parents. Healer Whistleby was not as cooperative as the Australian Minister had made him out to be and Lucius was frustrated at the stalling. He'd initially sent Severus to take care of it, but Healer Whistleby wanted nothing to do with the former Death Eater.

So Lucius would have to go himself and convince Whistleby that it was really in his best interest to help him, even if that meant Lucius would be donating a large sum of money to the White Feather Hospital in Sydney.

With one last look at Hermione and Severus, he left the hotel room and Apparated to Sydney.


When Hermione woke up, Lucius was gone again, but Severus was wrapped around her. She shifted slowly in his arms so she could face him and began planting soft kisses all over his face. He groaned and tried to push her away, but Hermione persisted. Then he rolled over onto his back, and Hermione clambered on top of him, straddling his hips. His cock was half hard but filling rapidly as she moved her hips against his.

"Merlin, witch, you're insatiable," Severus groaned as his hands found her hips, guiding her movements. It didn't take much for Hermione to lift herself and settle back down, this time with his cock inside her. They both hissed at the pleasure as Hermione rocked slowly above him.

Severus' eyes finally popped open, and Hermione felt herself get wetter at the look in them as they traveled from her face down to her chest and settled finally on her rounded belly. He laid a hand on her stomach, feeling the child within her move before sliding the hand down toward her clit. It wasn't long before Hermione was shouting through her orgasm and Severus was straining to reach his own.

They both lay panting for a few moments before Severus urged her up. "It's Sunday, which means neither of your parents is working today."

"Alright…" Hermione wasn't sure where he was going with that.

"We're going to visit them and discuss removing the memory charm with them," Severus said decisively as he rolled out of bed.

"We are?!" Hermione had no idea that was his plan. "But how will we remove the memory charm?"

"Lucius has found someone," Severus replied as the shower turned on.

Hermione was gobsmacked. Despite all her bad actions, Lucius was still trying to do kind things for her. She didn't deserve it. She was still on the bed, with happy tears in her eyes when Severus exited the bathroom completely dressed. He didn't roll his eyes at her, but Hermione could tell it was a near thing.

"Sorry, I just. It's not something I thought would be possible. And I definitely don't deserve it. Not aft—"

"Stop it," Severus ordered he knelt before her and took her hands in his. His dark eyes were so serious, Hermione felt like she could drown in them. "You deserve the world. You made a mistake. One that you certainly won't be making again." Hermione shook her head fiercely. She wouldn't do anything to jeopardize what she had with Lucius and Severus.

"Exactly, you made a mistake. But Lucius likes to take care of people. You will have to get used to him taking care of you."

"Right," Hermione nodded. "What about you?"

Severus quirked his lips in a very tiny smile, "I'm just here for the mind-blowing sex." He winked. It was enough to get her to laugh, and she let Severus pull her up and guide her into the bathroom for a shower.


Hermione was very nervous when they arrived at her parent's home an hour later. She and Severus had stopped to pick up breakfast, scones, and coffee, and she shouldn't be nervous. It would be fine. It had to be fine. Her mother answered the door and Hermione immediately panicked.

"Hello," Severus said, gripping her elbow hard.

"Oh, you two are from the clinic on Thursday. How are you?" Helena Wilkins asked.

"Just fine," Hermione whispered. She couldn't take her eyes off her mum. It had been so long since she'd been this close to her. She almost couldn't believe this was happening.

"We were wondering if we could come in," Severus said when Hermione didn't say anything more. "We have some news for you… we brought scones." He indicated the bag Hermione was holding, and she held it up.

"Oh, right, of course! Come in," Helena waved them inside and ushered them into the sitting room. Hermione couldn't help from noticing that there weren't many pictures on the walls of her parent's. She was desperate to know what happened with the Obliviation that they had gone back to using their given names.

Hermione and Severus made small talk with Helena until Richard arrived in the sitting room. Once again, Hermione felt at a loss for words. So Severus began speaking for her.

"How much of your life in England do you remember?" he asked.

Helena laughed, "Some things are fuzzy for us both. Like we're sure we had a daughter, and yet, neither of us could tell you what she looked like."

Hermione's heart stuttered in her chest, and only Severus' firm grip on her wrist kept her from telling them she was right there.

"I see, well, you do have a daughter. There are some difficult things I need to tell you. It would be best if you could save interruptions until I'm finished."

"Alright," Helena agreed a little reluctantly. Richard regarded them with narrowed eyes.

Severus began telling them about the war, and the part their daughter played in it. Hermione kept her gaze focused on her folded hands. She couldn't bear to look at them.

"What war?" Richard finally interrupted. "There's been nothing in the news about this."

"Of course not," Severus responded. "This war happened in the wizarding world. We're both part of the wizarding world, which means we can do magic. Just like your daughter."

Helena's brow furrowed, and she closed her eyes. After a long moment, she finally spoke, "I remember our daughter as a child. She had levitated all of her stuffed animals to dance for her. It's one of the few clear memories I have."

Hermione gasped and was unable to stop the tears from spilling down her cheeks. "I did that when I was five. It was one of the first bouts of accidental magic I ever had," she whispered. Severus' hand smoothed up and down her back, and Helena's eyes popped open.

"If you're our daughter, why can't I recognize you? Why don't I remember you?" Helena asked.

Richard stared between the two women but said nothing.

"I did something to keep you safe. Something that might be unforgivable, but that I knew in my heart would keep you from being killed," Hermione said. She looked at her hands as she spoke, unwilling to see the emotions in her mother's eyes. "Witches and wizards can do amazing things with their magic. And awful things. I'm what they call a Muggleborn; the war was about keeping Muggleborns out of wizarding society and subjugating Muggles, people like you and dad. I had to stop that if I could. I had to fight that if I could. But I knew I'd never have been able to do what had to be done if you were vulnerable in the Muggle world. Hogwarts was overrun by Death Eaters, the other side, and it would have been easy to find your address in my school records. The Ministry of Magic was overhauled completely. It was too dangerous to leave you there.

"I knew that I could try to explain it to you, but you'd never truly understand. And you'd make me go with you, but I couldn't do that. So I did the only thing I felt was possible at the time. I used a spell to erase your memories of me. Just of me. I tried to target it so that you would retain all other knowledge, but forget that you had a daughter. Apparently, I didn't do so well."

"You took our memories? Stole our thoughts and feelings?" Richard asked, horrified.

Hermione nodded dumbly. What else was there to say?

"Can we get them back? Is that why you're here?" Helena asked sharply.

Severus responded, "We believe so. The memory charm wasn't quite strong enough. Hermione indicated that she sent you away with completely fake names, but I believe Helena and Richard are your real names, right Hermione?"

Hermione nodded again.

"And you have memories of a daughter, that is good news," Severus responded encouragingly. Hermione leaned into him in thanks. She was never going to have been prepared to do this on her own.

Just then a knock sounded on the front door.

"That will be Lucius," Severus responded. "With the healer."

Severus stood and left the room to answer the door, and Hermione finally chanced a look up at her parents. Her father looked furious, but her mother just looked sad.

"I'm so sorry," she muttered. "I wish I'd never done it, but I was so scared. I was so terrified that you'd be killed, or worse, imprisoned as a tool for me to surrender."

"Why were you so important in this war? You're just a child!" Richard spat.

"My best friend was prophesied to kill the madman behind it all, Lord Voldemort. Harry didn't have anyone. He was an orphan himself, and he needed me. And I needed to do something. I couldn't just let my world die and not stop in to try and help."

"But you'd let us die?" Richard asked.

"No! That's the reason I Obliviated you! So you wouldn't die!"

"How do you think it feels to find out that your own child violated you in such a way?" Richard hissed.

Hermione began crying harder. "I'm so sorry. I'm sure it's awful. I'll understand if you don't forgive me. But I had to try and return your memories if possible. I had to try."

Lucius and Severus walked back into the room then, followed by an older man with salt and pepper hair. He was tidy in his appearance and had kind brown eyes behind his square glasses. Lucius hurried to her side when he saw her and wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her body into his, offering as much comfort as possible.

"This is Healer Whistleby," Severus said. "He's an expert in Memory charms and their removal. He's agreed to examine you both and attempt a reversal if that's what you choose."

"And what is this examination going to include?" Richard asked, his hostile demeanor still in place. "And don't think I don't see you with your hands all over my daughter, blondie."

Lucius stiffened beside her and Hermione wanted to laugh. Merlin, she'd missed her dad.

"Mr Granger, th—"

"Who's Granger?" Richard interrupted.

"You are, dad," Hermione said. "Your real name is Richard Hugh Granger. Mum's is Helena Jean Granger nee Jones."

Richard glared at her and turned his attention back to Healer Whistleby.

"As I was saying," Whistleby coughed, "the examination will be a gentle diagnostic with a look at your brain waves. Obliviation masks your memories behind powerful walls that we can see when we model the brain. It does not destroy memories entirely unless a repeat Obliviation occurs and I have been told that is not the case."

"Is it invasive?" Helena asked.

"Not terribly, although if you do decide to restore your memories, it can be disconcerting. You may feel dizzy and nauseous afterward. It's recommended that you rest for at least a day before returning to normal activities." Healer Whistleby was informative, and Hermione thought he had a kind voice.

When neither of her parents said anything for a moment, Hermione said, "I understand if you don't want to have them back."

Lucius tensed beside her and Richard scoffed. "Of course, we want them back. I just don't trust this ruddy magic shite now. How can I when I know it's been used to such horrific purposes?"

Hermione felt hope flair in her chest; it was more than she expected.

"Would you like to go first, Mr Granger?" Whistleby offered.

Richard looked skeptical for a moment before nodding tightly. "Might as well get it over with."

Whistleby nodded encouragingly and pulled out his wand. Richard flinched, and Hermione felt her entire body tense as she watched the scene unfold. Whistleby cast a few spells and then a three-dimensional model of Richard's brain was above his head. It was mostly red and had flashing lights. Several areas looked dark like they weren't working correctly. Whistleby pointed at them. "Those are the areas that are being blocked by the Obliviation."

"Well, get on with it," Richard snapped.

Whistleby nodded and began chanting under his breath. One by one, the black spots fell away from the model of Richard's brain and presumably from inside his brain as well. As the memories came back, his face went through several emotions from startlement to fear to love to wonder. Hermione felt a fresh wave of tears begin to fall and wished she wasn't so weepy.

Soon Richard was sitting on the settee with a dazed look on his face, and Whistleby turned to Helena.

"He'll be alright, won't he?" Hermione asked.

Whistleby nodded. "It was a lot of memories, many areas of the brain to be restored. He'll be fine in a day or two."

"Should someone stay with them?" Severus asked.

"I will be staying with them to monitor their progress," Whistleby confirmed.

Hermione was relieved to know that the healer would be there should anything happen to them.

"Alright, let's do this," Helena nodded firmly, and Whistleby repeated the same procedure. There were many, many more black spots on Helena's brain than there were on Richards. Hermione wondered what that meant, but didn't want to interrupt while Whistleby was working.

It wasn't long until Helena was also leaned back on the couch with a dazed look on her face. Whistleby turned to the three of them.

"You can stay or go; it matters not. I'll probably be here through Monday afternoon if you want to return then. They'll mostly be back to themselves at that point."

Hermione stood up, "I think we'll go."

She gave Whistleby a huge hug and told him thank you. Then kissed both her parents on the cheeks before leading Severus and Lucius out of the house. She had a lot to think about in the next day and wanted to be prepared for any question her parents might ask.