Chapter 3

Hermione stood in the main cavern of the Chamber of Secrets facing Salazar. She cast a non-verbal "protego indespectus" and then called to Sal "Go on then, try and curse me."

With their minds closed to one another they could duel properly, with no indication of how they would be attacked. Hermione knew her shield charm couldn't be sensed or seen and that Salazar would expect her to block whatever curse he aimed at her. Duelling wandlessly was a lot trickier but it meant that a spell could be cast from a direction other than from the wand.

Green flames spiralled from Salazar's general direction and Hermione visualised a tricky wand movement that she would have cast had she a wand before throwing a disarming spell at him.

She laughed as Sal was thrown to the floor until the wind was knocked out of her as his spell was absorbed by her shield. Sal stood and grinned at her. "Nice trick."

She laughed at the compliment until a circle of flames erupted around her. She tried to apparate but she couldn't. She was trapped and the flames were slowly growing closer. Desperately she cast another disarming charm but it couldn't cross the flames. Salazar's grinned widened.

Thinking fast, Hermione rotated the chamber ninety degrees to the left. The circle of flames disappeared from around her instantly. Such a large spell left her gasping for breath though and Sal took advantage of that.

Four beams of light attacked her from different directions. Her shield caught three of them but the fourth broke through the shield and hit her square in the back. It didn't have any outward effects. Unsure of what type of spell he had hit her with, Hermione sent out a stunning spell at Sal. Instead of hitting him it veered straight into the floor. She tried again with the same result.

Hermione squealed in delight even though she had just lost the duel. "You've perfected your grounding spell! And sending it at me simultaneously from four different directions? Inspired."

Salazar stalked across the chamber towards her, the duel now finished. "You moved the entire chamber around you, the whole chamber. Your strength has grown so much these last few months."

Hermione flushed at the compliment and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"I have one question, though. Why didn't your first disarming spell collide with my flames?" Sal's arms banded around her waist and pulled her closer.

Hermione was thrilled that he had noticed- it was something she had tried to invent for Harry during the war. "Incorporeal casting. The spell only becomes solid when it passes through skin. The only problem is that you have to rely on the strength of your shield spell to defend you while you cast it though. Unless I can perfect multiple castings…"

Salazar's face showed honest astonishment before he chuckled and gazed at her with pride. She winked at him and he kissed her quickly before moving back across the chamber.

"Round two, with potions?" He asked as he faced her again. She nodded and began to summon her potions but before she could she felt her vision flicker and change. One moment she was looking at Salazar, the next Diagon Alley from a first floor window. She was in Godric's mind again.

Godric stared out of the window as someone silently opened the door and slid into his room. He didn't turn toward her or acknowledge her in any way- the sooner she learned her place the better. Besides, he was mulling over the fact that Slytherin and his woman were holed up in Hogwarts with no way as of yet of drawing them to him. They knew he was here- that he was certain of- but they hadn't had the courage to come out and face him. Not yet. Typical Slytherin.

A hand touched his arm and he finally turned towards the woman in his room with a cruel sneer in place. "So you've found me, witch, as I knew you would. I just didn't realise it would take you so long."

At his words, the redheaded woman cast her gaze to the floor. It had taken her four days to find him and she was ashamed, he realised. Good, that would teach her to be better and the better at magic she was, the stronger he could become. He glanced down at her body to remind himself of the fullness of her breasts and arse- and found her wearing a red and gold robe that barely covered said arse and was loosely tied. Well, she was a beautiful witch, he'd give her that.

"All my life I've admired you- The Lion, the king of beasts." Her voice was low and needy and Godric's sneer became more pronounced. She was practically begging him to fuck her. Hell, he could fuck her like an animal and he knew she would only love it, only plead for more.

The idea was tempting, but if he took this woman he would have to remember to keep his mind far from the slightest brush of hers. He didn't want to be linked to her as she would be able access his power then, as he planned to do with hers when he needed it. Before he could indulge himself though, Godric should really see if she knew anything that would be of use to him.

He turned fully towards her and ran his fingers through her hair. She closed her eyes until he tightened his fist and roughly pulled at her. She let out a low moan and Godric almost chuckled. Almost.

"Slytherin's woman- do you know her?" His voice was silky, almost a caress and he knew she reacted deeply to it. She trembled in his hand.

"Yes." Her voice was a breathless gasp- similar to a cry Godric had heard time and time again as he fucked a woman.

"What are her weaknesses?" He couldn't stop his other hand from roughly cupping her breast and knew he wouldn't be able to stop short of sex tonight. She would be his.

"Her friends- Harry Potter and Ron Weasley." Her hands ran over his body as she talked and he didn't mind that. It aroused him to the point of pain, just as he liked.

"Good." Tomorrow he would investigate this, but tonight his patience had run out. "Now be a good witch and get on your knees." She obeyed instantly.

Hermione was suddenly herself again. She was lying on the floor with a pounding ache in her head which was second only to the arousal between her legs. She was moments away from orgasm.

She grabbed an anxious Salazar who was kneeling next to her and rolled him over so she straddled him. She didn't care that she hated him- that would fade the longer she was out of Godric's head. All she needed was release.

She moaned as she rocked against his hard cock through their clothes but it wasn't enough. Grabbing his hands she led one to her breast and the other through the parting in her robe and down into her knickers. He needed no further encouragement.

She closed her eyes so that she didn't have to see his face as the remains of Godric's hatred for him burned her veins. She was on fire and she was close so close. She should be running her hands all over his body but the idea still held revulsion to her. Next time, she promised herself. Next time it would be all about Salazar.

His hands worked their magic on her quickly. On hand pinching and rolling her painfully sensitive nipple and the other teasing her clit and pressing insistently into her. Oh, God. She was so close, so close. And then she was there, crying out "oh, God" as she collapsed against Salazar's chest before rolling aside to relieve the ache in her knees that now outweighed the ache in her head.

A minute passed. Two. Finally her breathing calmed enough and she turned back to Sal, noticing with relief that all of Godric's hatred had left her. Her gaze fell to his still hardened cock and she realised that he hadn't finished. Of course he hadn't, she reminded herself, she had barely touched him.

"Need a hand with that?" Hermione sidled closer to Salazar and let her hands inch down his chest towards his cock. He grabbed her hand and moved it off of his chest.

"I'd rather you didn't." His voice was cold and he stood quickly and turned from her. He started to walk out of the chamber, without glancing back at her.

Hermione felt cold but she knew he didn't want to talk to her. There was one thing she needed to tell him, however. She needed to tell him of her friend's deep betrayal, a betrayal that was only now beginning to register in her mind. Ginny…

"Ginny betrayed us to Godric. He's going to go after Harry and Ron to get to me." She called after him but he didn't turn, didn't even pause. Hermione curled up into a ball and cried. Cried that her friend had hurt her, and cried that she had hurt Salazar.