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A/N:- So our story continues, many of you have asked when Ginny will enter the story properly. Well we get a glimpse of her this chapter and the next chapter is very Ginny centred. The web is tightening around our scoundrels and our Slytherins are getting closer to their retribution. Please enjoy…

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Chapter Thirteen – Different Families

Much later that morning Hermione woke up in bliss, she was curled up and warm. Her lover behind her with his arms around her, and his morning erection was being gently thrust in and out between her legs along her already slick flesh. A sigh left her lips and she pushed back against her wizard. He nuzzled her ear, and then blew softly into it. Kissing further around his beautiful, rich voice said, "Good morning, Hermione."

Hermione groaned and angled her nether regions to better serve the purpose he had in mind, "Good morning, Severus, my darling."

His hand snaked over her hip to position itself between her legs, while his lips worshipped her neck and shoulder. She shuddered and had another attempt at capturing his member. This time she succeeded, and they both moaned as he slid home.

This unhurried, but passionate love making she was a participant in at this moment, was a revelation to Hermione. Severus moved achingly slowly, each stroke confident, deliberate and sure. She could feel that insistent heavy ball of sensation building, slowly and assuredly his heat claiming her. She was awash, consumed with sensation. This was perfect, sliding in, out, languorously stretching her each time, feeling her walls gripping his member with every delicious agonisingly slow stroke.

This is… wow! Her overcome brain struggled to think, and a cry left her lips as her body shuddered. No, she started chanting in her head. No, don't come yet; don't let it be over yet, no, but her traitorous body trembled again. Then behind her she heard a hitched breath and she knew Severus was also close. It was exquisite torture, building and stoking the fire. But another stroke, one more pass over her little bud of pleasure and she was lost. Hermione hadn't realised she could make such a sound as the ball of sensation tightened then finally exploded, tipping her over the summit of her pleasure. She hurtled towards her completion yelling his name as he never thought he'd hear it. After that he couldn't hold on, breathing hard against her neck, he followed.

"That was simply perfect," Hermione's voice cracked. As his spent member slithered out of her she turned to face him feeling something wet on her cheek. Severus quickly ducked his head, "Severus please do not hide your tears from me, my darling. We are soul mates, you and I, and when you cry from the beauty we create together, I will cry with you."

He tentatively raised his head, he'd never felt so exposed. This was disconcerting for him; he was used to having total control. But he let his love see his tears from the emotions created in their tender love making. "I love you," she whispered and gently kissed the wetness away.

Severus remained silent and swallowed hard as he watched reciprocal tears trickle from Hermione's eyes. Words just wouldn't work to explain how he felt at this moment. They lay there holding and caressing one another, until the call of nature overtook. Sighing irritatedly, Hermione said, "If I don't pee I'm going to make a puddle."

xox

Severus was finished in the bathroom first. As Hermione walked back into the bedroom he was standing in front of the mirror, he glanced at her and laughed evilly. "Time to tease the mirror," he said. Grinning, he grabbed Hermione's hand to pull her to in front of it as well, calling, "Hey you, randy image of me," his hands running over the witch he held. Summoning his wand from the bedside table, Severus transfigured the chair into a small day bed and settled Hermione softly onto it, she sighed.

"Yes Master," Severus smiled at the mirror's greeting, as he watched the face ghost in. The eyes panned down the Potions master's body. Said mirror gasped, taking in the proportions of his original's erect shaft. Severus smirked; he knew he was well endowed.

This was confirmed with the mirrors comment, "Wow, I've never seen one that big."

"And you are privileged to now," the Potions master commented silkily, turning to his witch. "Open your legs, my beautiful dove, let the mirror see your delights." Severus saw Hermione shudder, and instantly oblige, "Good girl," crooned to her. He gave the mirror a devilish look then commanded, "Watch me take my pleasure, Mirror."

His index finger slid from bottom to top of Hermione's folds until it landed on her clit, where it started circling. His lips kissing hers hungrily, soon his mouth slid to her throat. His hot orifice paid attention to both her rosy tipped delights when he reached her breasts, before kissing down further, his tongue dipped into her belly button.

God I love it when he does this, Hermione sighed internally. Her legs straining wider in anticipation, her eyes studying his mouth as it hovered above her wetness, and she happily watched the very tip of the sinful tongue just teasing the top of her womanhood. "I can't get enough of you, you're addictive," she heard him assert heatedly. A wave of his hand positioned the mirror a little more side on. He angled his head, his raven hair tickling her thighs.

Opening as wide as he could his whole mouth engulfed her and she squealed in delight. She felt his teeth scrap her mons then his tongue plunge inside her. "Oh my God Severus, that's so delicious," she moaned, and felt him grin against her. Groaning deeply she held his head in place, pushing her pelvis forward. His now ravenous licks and sucks coupled with his ragged heavy breathing had that amazing need building once more. Soon it sent her screaming over the edge. Every additional pass of his tongue making her convulse and sigh, "That was lovely," she murmured, still panting and unable to move.

"Well it's only going to get better." Standing straight he took his tool in hand and started running his hand over it. Hermione gave him a salacious grin when she saw the direction of his gaze, then her eyes followed his hands. She watched him mesmerised, "Open your naughty little p…" but his sentence descended into a groan when her grin widen and her hands slid over her stomach to her slick flesh, and did just what he was thinking. "Merlin's balls, I love you," he asserted his eyes were hot and his hands moving rapidly. Her thighs were shaking violently once more, swiftly Severus surged forward as Hermione cascaded into her orgasm.

Panting, she finally said, "That was so dirty, I loved it."

His eyebrow rose, and his grinning countenance turned to the mirror. "Was that dirty enough for you Mirror?"

When there was no answer, Hermione laughed, "I think he's speechless, Severus."

"Good," replied the Potions master, grinning and offering his hand to Hermione. "We better shower and go fetch the beleaguered Lord Lucius before he hexes Poppy for caring too much. Hermione laughed gaily.

xox

As Severus and Hermione finished showering, Draco had been awake for hours rubbing Astoria's back for her and completely oblivious to his father's accident the night before. Astoria had developed a crippling back ache three days ago. To tell the truth Draco was worried about his wife. The healer said it was the baby resting on a nerve and the pain would soon pass when the child moved again. It was shortly after this that the head had engaged, even though she still had two weeks to go, however the back ache had remained. He watched her now waddling to the bathroom, wondering if maybe they should say enough once this child was born. He was unsure if she would make it through the whole day.

The Greengrass' were coming for lunch. His in-laws were haughty people with still dubious ideas about purebloods. Lucius had informed him of Severus and Hermione's engagement, he was very happy for them. He was relieved for his lunch plans that his mother was also coming for lunch. It negated any awkwardness, because his father would not step into the same room as her. Therefore he, Severus and Hermione was coming for dinner. Oh fuck it. It would actually do all the bigoted prunes good to be exposed to Hermione. He was not going to make apologies for his friendship with the Gryffindor. She was the best example of a muggleborn being capable, and yes superior that he knew. A tiny devious part of his brain wished they were coming for lunch, even if it probably would end in a hexing fest.

Astoria heard him chuckle as she managed to swing herself back onto the bed with only a slight grimace. "What was that Draco?" then groaning, she added, "This is the worst birthday, I'm so sick of being a beached whale."

"It was nothing, and you are anything but a beached whale, my treasure." He leaned across and kissed her head. Draco's eyes watched his wife's swollen belly move. Although he'd never admit it, he never tired of seeing evidence of the life he'd helped create inside her. Panning his eyes inevitable lower, Merlin I miss fucking. Astoria had been too uncomfortable for him to couple with her now for almost two months, he was so sick of secreting himself away and wanking so she didn't feel guilty for denying him. He irritatedly pulled the sheet up over her sheer green silk negligee, "Wouldn't want you to get cold," he said. Simultaneously disappointed and annoyed that he didn't have to look at temptation anymore.

Breakfast arrived via one of his elves and Draco picked up the Daily Prophet, and chuckled as he read the morning's headline-

Are We All Being Deceived?

However, his smirk slipped from his face as he started to read.

'…The British Wizarding community is in shock this morning, and questions must be asked about the behaviour of the Harry Potter. After this paper reported on Sunday morning, the disgraceful behaviour of Ron Weasley at the Victory ball on Saturday night, it now appears that Harry Potter is being placed in the same category.

Yesterday in the Leaky Cauldron, this reporter witnessed the Head of the Aurory cast a Stinging hex at an unarmed Professor Hermione Granger. The witch in question had been having a quiet drink with Professor Severus Snape and Lord Lucius Malfoy, when Commander Potter approached the trio, accusations already flying from his mouth. The ranting wizard appeared to be oblivious to the wellbeing of others in his single minded determination to accuse Professor Granger of making Dumbledore lie.

This reporter is asking, after the assurances of Albus Dumbledore, as reported in this paper. Is Harry Potter the real deal? Yes, he rid the world of a monster, but has he taken his place? But most importantly, has Wizarding Britain backed the wrong wizards?

It has come to this reporter's attention that the Minister of Magic confirmed yesterday afternoon that Snape and Malfoy are genuine, and have a long history of benevolence and charitable deed outside Britain in both Wizarding and Muggle enterprises.

Headmistress of Hogwarts, Minerva McGonagall was even more vocal, and I quote. "Being Dumbledore's deputy for the entire second Wizarding war, I am in a unique position. I stated these facts ten years ago in support, at the trials of Professor Severus Snape and Lord Lucius Malfoy, and I will put it in plain language once again, for the entirety of Wizarding Britain to grasp. Having seen the error of their ways during the first rein of the wizard who called himself Lord Voldemort, both wizards approached Albus Dumbledore feeling they were in a unique position to assist in the dark wizard's demise when he rose to prominence once more after the ill fated Triwizard Tournament of 1994. The Wizarding public must understand that in order to do that, the world had to believe they actually were Death Eaters. The actions of Mr. Potter and Weasley lead me to wonder if they are capable of understanding this basic fact, given their continued reprehensible behaviour and lack of care for their erstwhile friend. "

So there you have it wizards and witches of Britain, look at the pictures. Perhaps it is time to make a stand. The Daily Prophet will continue to keep readers up to date with developments as they happen…'

Draco looked at Astoria as he finished reading the article to her, "I hope father and Severus can fix this. Although, with Hermione now set to marry Sev, perhaps they will all just disappear back to France."

Astoria patted Draco's thigh, "No one would blame them if they did," but she suddenly clutched her back and grimaced. Draco looked started and discarded the paper, "Another Braxton Hick, I think," said the still slightly distressed witch.

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Although Neville was reading the same article aloud to Luna, the Longbottom household was a very different scene. Frank and Xanthia always rose early. However, unlike the Malfoys, who had a nanny to take care of their children when they wanted some time alone. The Longbottoms were all in their homely little sitting room, which was alight with joy, despite their apprehensions at the news they were reading.

Neville was sitting by his cosy fire watching his family around him. He lowered the paper and swallowed thickly, seeing the sway of his wife's luscious backside as she bent to place Alice in her bouncer after a feed, her milk enlarged breasts still swinging loose from her open blouse, as she came and plonked herself in his lap, "All right Nevie?" She'd seen his still pensive expression.

Neville nodded, "Yeh, just thinking, I hope it will be all right for 'Mione now." He suddenly realised how lucky he was, and stroked his wife's cheek. "I love you Luna, we have a beautiful family," he proclaimed earnestly.

"I love you too Nevie, and I'm sure things will work out now she got the Professor."

xox

The Potter residence was dark and almost empty. Ginny had not returned there after the fight at Georges. She and the children had stayed at the Burrow. Harry was still fuming, and as usual blaming everyone else for his predicament. He had company in his misery though; Ron was staying with him for support. Well at least that's what he'd told his mother.

Ginny sat at the kitchen gazing out the burrow window at the snow. Her attention suddenly shifted back through to the lounge at the sounds of her children's laughter. She smiled at her father, Charlie and George playing trains with James and Albus, while little Lily sat nestled in her poppy's lap. Percy and Penelope were due for lunch, as were Ron and Harry.

The youngest Weasley was fully expecting her family to have more to say about the article in the Daily Prophet this morning. She was quietly relived that the world –and especially her family- were starting to see her husband and brother for what she knew them to be, and especially for what they'd done to Hermione. The pain in her head spiked with these thoughts, and she attempted to massage it away then changed subject.

She missed Bill; he was staying in France with the Delacours for this unusual break. She looked down at her stomach. Guilt overwhelmed her as she wished yet again that the child growing within did not exist. All it would mean after the birth was another round of fixing, to make herself into the perfect trophy wife again. She'd never told her mother the agony she endured each time Harry declared her breasts needed to be this size, or she'd put on too much weight.

Glancing again at her lovely children she wished life was different. She loved them dearly, but she'd always wanted a family life like she'd grown up with. For the life of her, she still couldn't remember how she had come to marry Harry Potter. When he'd broken it off with her before he left that year, she'd been heartbroken. But as that year had progressed she'd recovered and moved on.

During her last year at Hogwarts, there had been several seventh years she had engaged with regularly. Even being subjected to Death Eaters and all the horror, hadn't put her libido on hold, she'd found sex a very enjoyable release from it all. She hadn't cared male or female, but then Harry, Ron and Hermione had come back.

That's when her memories had started becoming hazy. Then there was Hermione, her best friend. When she'd tried to start her friendship with Hermione once more, both Ron and Harry had forbidden it, she had done as they'd asked, but still couldn't remember why. From just before that holiday onwards, a getaway she couldn't recall agreeing to go on, and coming back engaged when she was unable to remember the proposal, she looked lovingly at her father, she knew he hadn't been pleased.

Then the horror of what married life with Harry was, but up until now she'd never really fought it. Then that one kind act by a man who she should have hated. Taking a deep breath she wished things were different. I wish this headache would give up, Ginny watched her mother walking towards her with tea and a serious expression. This can only mean trouble. She'll want me to go back, Merlin help me, I never want to go back. Maybe I should just tell her their dirty little secrets.

Ginny cradled her aching head in her hands, and glanced once more at the honest and loving woman who'd been toiling over her stove preparing lunch. I couldn't do that to her. I just want to die. "Thanks, Mum," Ginny tried to give her mother a smile. But that was when it hit, it seemed to coincide with that last thought. The tea tumbled out of her hands as they both went to her head. Biting the inside of her mouth to try and centre her thoughts, she managed to grit her teeth and say, "It's O.K. Mum, it's only another migraine." She blinked trying to focus her eyes. "I'll go and lay down for a while."

Molly looked at her deathly pale daughter, "Are you sure love, this is the third one you've had since you came here."

"Yes Mum I'm sure," Ginny managed around her pain, as she stumbled towards the stairs to collapse on her bed.

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Hermione and Severus wandered into the Infirmary about eleven thirty. Neither of them had seen the paper, and they'd had breakfast in their rooms so the post hadn't caught up with them either. Their attention was now taken by Lucius, who had well and truly had enough of all things medical and demanded irritatedly, "What took you two so long?"

His discontented tone made Severus smirk, and the Potions master gave Hermione a subtle wink. "Well let me see, first there was wake up sex, then morning sex, err shower sex and…" his voice trailed off looking at Hermione.

"Oh, you forgot after shower sex, darling," she turned to Lucius whose expression had changed to amusement laced with perhaps lust, and Hermione smiled. "Which of course led to having another shower and more shower sex," she finished, before inquiring, "Is your arm feeling better this morning, dear?"

The blond nodded dumbly as she walked towards him to kiss his cheek, "Good morning, Lucius."

"Hello, pet," he returned the kiss, "Severus," they nodded to each other.

The Matron chose just that moment to appear, "Ah you're here." She took a breath, "The paper was extraordinary this morning, and good to see." The three friends gave once another puzzled looks, which the Matron missed, and she continued speaking, "Now his arm will be fine, I've removed the bandage, but he should take it easy today."

Hermione was having trouble stifling her laugh, at the look on Lucius' face, finally he couldn't remain silent. "Might I remind you, that I am still here, Madam, and further more that Severus Snape is not my father," he stated imperiously, rising from the chair he'd been sitting in, in full aristocratic ire.

xox

The three friends flooed straight from the Infirmary to the Manor, and there was a mad dash for the Prophet which lay folded neatly on the table. Severus was quickest, swiping it up, he started to read out loud. Once he had finished reading he looked up at Hermione, and just pulled her face forward to kiss her. The paper was forgotten, he was so pleased, they were being supported, as he knew they would be. Their kiss grew more passionate and they became lost in each other.

Lucius had been sitting quietly watching them. Suddenly he had tears prickling his eyes. Their beautiful intimate play had just served to remind him of what he didn't have, and why he was stumbling blindly out of Severus' floo last night. Rising he said quietly, "I'm sorry my friends, I find myself rather tired after that uncomfortable bed last night," he was rather proud of the fact that he'd made it through that sentence.

However, his voice still contained a husky quality, and they both heard the sadness contain there in. Realising they had been exceedingly thoughtless and selfish, they both reached for him. Severus addressing his friend, "We're terrible sorry Lucius we got carried away."

"Mmmm," his friend replied still not trusting his voice. Both Severus and Hermione suddenly noticed Lucius looking around, as if lost. The debris from his excesses had been cleared away by the house elves, but they heard him sigh, as if remembering what had caused his lapse in judgement. Finally he looked at them, his eyes sad, "I really am very tired."

Hermione glanced from one man to the other. Lucius really did look exhausted, even if the Matron had given him a sleeping potion last night. She smiled at Severus who could see a devious plan forming in her mind. He nodded, so in her best bossy voice she commanded, "Come on," both men looked at her. "We're all going to lie down and have a rest. We had a late breakfast we don't need lunch til later. So we'll set the alarm for mid afternoon?" She had a wizard in each hand, "Whose room then?"

Lucius raised an eyebrow to Severus, "Bossy isn't she?"

"Severus chuckled and sighed lovingly, "Yes, wonderful to hear, isn't it?" He followed this statement with a frisky swat at her bottom, "We'll go to our rooms, Miss Cheeky."

Hermione laughed merrily and led the way.

When they arrived she continued, "Shoes and outer robes off everybody," as she got rid of hers and climbed on the bed. Severus you on your side," she patted the space next to her. "Lucius come and put your head just here," she indicated her lap. "I can sense you need to unburden yourself." Nobody argued, Hermione watched as Severus warded the door and toed off his boots and robes. Lucius did the same with a little help from Hermione with his robes and coat as she knelt up on the bed. When she'd finished, Severus pulled her down and gathered her into his arms to cuddle. Whispering, "You're a very special lady. This is exactly what he needs." He kissed her temple and watched Lucius scoot in next to Hermione and after arranging his still slightly sore arm so it wouldn't get bumped, he place his head carefully, exactly where she had indicated.

When Hermione started stroking his head like a mother would a child, she wasn't certain it was the smartest thing she had ever attempted, but she wanted him to feel safe. He initially tensed, but after a shaky moment she heard him sigh, and then felt him relax a little, it was then she asked soothingly, "I don't suppose you'd like to tell us what upset you last night would you?" her voice trying to put him at ease.

It took a little time, and some more stroking, but surprisingly he started talking, softly albeit, but talking never the less. "It's silly I suppose, when I went to Emily last night, I saw that she'd only recently bid goodbye to another man." His gaze glanced up to Hermione's. "They all do it, one man after another. But for some reason, last night it bothered me, we still had sex but I couldn't seem to satisfy myself with her. I left as soon as we were finished." He drew in a shuddering breath, "When I got here, well I was still horny," he stopped talking for a moment and started drawing circles on the quilt with his finger. The room filled with silence, Hermione opened her mouth and drew breath but Severus stilled her. Gaining her attention with a caress, he shook his head.

Sure enough, Lucius collected his thoughts and continued while they listened quietly. "In an attempt to try and sate myself, I decided to use the lovely images of you two writhing against each other…" he drew shaky breath, "That exquisite red bra, it was lovely, pet." He captured one of her hands still stroking his head and brought her palm to his lips. "I don't think either of you realised exactly how utterly charming you look together." His eyes lifted to Severus' and he smiled wistfully. He thought quietly for another moment, "Anyway the thing that unsettled me happened next. I was imaging Severus showing me, well never mind," pausing once more as he felt Hermione continue her ministrations. He rubbed her thigh gently in thanks, and continued, "At any rate I was all caught up in imagining, but the fantasy changed without me realising and it was no longer you, but someone completely off limits. She made me so hot I exploded almost immediately." He yawned, so relaxed from Hermione's continued stroking movements, "Well I panicked. The pictures in my head simultaneously enflamed and scared me. I don't think this person would ever be assessable to me… or willing… ever. There is every likelihood that she hates me for past deeds committed in ignorance. I was confused that I'd imagined such a thing. Especially that it had made me so aroused," he shook his head sleepily.

"So you drank a bottle of Firewhisky and flooed to my quarters?"

"Mmmm," replied Lucius sounding half asleep.

Hermione gave Severus a no need to remind him look, and said, "Don't worry Lucius." She leaned forward and kissed his head, "Things have a habit of working out, love. Go to sleep and rest."

Severus watched the blond wizard's eyes close and his breathing even out, "You're truly amazing," he murmured into her hair.

"Who do you suppose it is?" Hermione was still stroking Lucius' hair was they spoke quietly.

"He'll tell us when he's ready." Severus gazed down at the sleeping wizard, "I've never seen him relax like that. You're good for him, angel." He gave her a heated look, "So how about showing me how good you are for me," he cocked an eyebrow at her.

Hermione drew her wand, and cast a silencing charm around Lucius' sleeping form. She continued stroking the silky blond head but offered her lips to her raven-haired lover. They shared a long and very languid kiss. There was very little else they could do without disturbing Lucius with Hermione's movement, so eventually they both settled for a nap as well.