A/N: I am SOOOO sorry this has taken forever. I've been up to a lot- I've had a throat and chest infection for a month… and guess what- I got engaged!!!! YAY! So I've been super busy planning all that, and figuring out things. I have an outline for the next chapter, so it should be up soon.

Hope you enjoy.

PS: there is some adult fun near the end of the chapter- if you don't want to read about it- then just stop reading once Falin shows up to save Hermione from herself and alcohol therapy. I am also not condoning drinking as a method to make oneself feeling better. Thank you.

PPS: I also DO NOT OWN anything you recognize- I'm just playing with what the great JKR fabricated out of her dreams. Anything you don't recognize however- is my brain child.

Chapter 5: Coming to Terms

Hermione followed the lawyer into the lounge, and sat down in an abandoned corner, and waiting for him to speak.

"As I said, my name is Gregor Chekhov, I am your family's attorney. What was it that you'd like to discuss?" he said sitting down across from her.

"I was told only a week or so ago that I was adopted, and I am under the impression that on my 19th birthday, this information would have been made available for me. I just want to know what happened, why I was taken away, put with a family that was not my own. Who am I, where do I come from? It's all very confusing," she explained.

He looked at her for a moment and then reached down and pulled open his briefcase. He pulled out a folder and handed it to Hermione.

"Here is all the information your parents left with me before they left Russia. In there you will find a sealed envelope addressed to you, I assure you I have never opened it; but I believe it is a letter from your parents"

Hermione nodded and began flipping through the folder, a lot of the same information was present as was in her folder, but soon she found the envelope he had described. Taking it in her hands, she looked at- here is was- the answers to all of her questions, all of her worries. She flipped the envelope over, and with her index finger tore at the seal. She pulled the letter from the torn envelope and began to read,

To our Dearest Daughter Gabrielle,

We love you, if you are reading this letter- we've passed on to a better place, and hope that you can forgive us for what we did for you, and that you will understand why we did it. We dearly wish that we could see you all grown up, and wish that we had been there to see you grow into the beautiful and brave young woman you are. Your father and I, we did not want to do this to you, but knew that in our situation, it was the only thing we could do. You've been living with a family that we ourselves did not know, but Uncle Albus insisted that they would take good care of you. I sincerely hope they did. You see, the reason you left us; and us you, was for your own protection. You are the sole heir and one of the last living relatives of one of the most powerful magical families in our world, and we needed to be sure that you were kept safe among the chaos that was enveloping our world when you were born. An evil wizard had taken over the Ministry of Magic in England, and had started to spread his power throughout Europe. We knew he would come find us, we knew that you'd be in danger. Voldermort was going to come after us, he would want your power, and we knew that if we did not hide you, he would use you against the world. So, we left Russia, and traveled to my Uncle Albus' school in England and begged him to take you in, to help us. He did, and he took you away, to a family that would raise you- a muggle family; it was safer that way. After you left us, we decided that the only way that we would be able to see you again in the future was to help the cause and fight against the evil that had overshadowed our world. Your father and I joined an organization that I'm sure you will read in history books- the Order of the Phoenix. We will fight long and hard, my dearest Gabrielle- we will see you again soon. I cannot wait until I can hold you in my arms once more, in a better place. I hope that this letter finds you well, and that you are not too angry at what we had to do to you. On the eve of your 19th birthday, you will discover some changes; the long term glamour charm we cast over you will dissipate and you will be revealed as the person you truly are; the heir of Salazar Slytherin.

We love you,

Your Parents.

"What happened to them?" She asked, looking up at the man sitting across from her.

"They were killed several weeks before Voldermort fell, the first time" He explained, "they were on a mission deep in a forest somewhere in Europe and were trapped by Death Eaters. They were tortured for your whereabouts, and didn't give in. They were murdered when they would not give up information about you".

"Oh" Hermione exclaimed as she tried to absorb the information he had given her.

"Your family estate is still intact, and while I know there is a lot of absorb right now, perhaps we could meet later this week, and I could take you to there, and you can discover your parents through their home. There are a lot of things that need to be discussed, such as what you'd like to do with the estate, the money, and the possessions. They have been sitting there for quite some time, your parents told me to ensure that everything was taken care of until you came back. Will you be staying in Russia, Princess?"

"I don't know. I have school to finish and I life in England. I just don't know right now. I need to spend some time with this. I will call your office and set up a meeting for later this week. Thank you for your help, Mr. Chekhov" she said as she stood and picked up the folder he'd given her. He stood as she did and with a shake of his hand, she walked towards the elevator and to a place where she could sit in peace.

She entered her room and sat heavily on the settee, staring blankly into space. She didn't know how long she sat there, but she was startled out of her reverie by the phone ringing on the desk. She stood and picked it up,

"Hello"

"Hermione- its Falin. Are you free tonight?"

"Falin... hi... ummm... no, no I'm not. I'm not feeling very well. Call you tomorrow?" she said.

"Sure, no problem. See you later" he said and after saying his goodbyes, he hung up.

Hermione say back on the settee and picked up the package she'd been given. She flipped through the paperwork. She read about her parents' lives, their pasts, what they were like. She read about their home, their estate, and their interests. She cried for what she had lost, and the fact that the war that took her parents, also took hundreds of her friends and schoolmates. The irony that one psychotic man could take away everything that had been important in her life was stifling and exhausting. She crawled from the settee; and stripping naked fell into bed and under the sheets.

It was 10:00am the next morning before Hermione got up out of bed, and decided to shower. It wasn't long before the previous night came crashing down around her, and she decided that needed some retail therapy and maybe some other therapy as well. She quickly dressed in a pair of hip hugging jeans, a ¾ sleeved sweater and a pair of heeled boots. She grabbed her purse and left the hotel.

Shoes, jeans, t-shirts, sweaters, purses, earrings, and lingerie; bags upon bags were held in Hermione's hands, and she still didn't feel good. Retail therapy always made her feel better, why wasn't it doing it this time, she wondered. Entering the hotel, she made her way up to her room to dump her purchases off and make a quick call.

"Falin- it's me Hermione. If you're free I'll be at the hotel in the lounge" she hung up and grabbing her hotel key went down to the bar in the lounge. Maybe alcohol therapy might be helpful. She ordered a drink from the barman, and told him to keep them coming. It might only be 3:00pm in Russia- but it was 5 o'clock somewhere.

She had 5 drinks in her before he slipped into the chair beside her and pulled her to him.

"What's this now?" he looked at the martini glasses placed around the table.

"Alcohol therapy" she slightly slurred, looking up at him. She took the glass she was holding and threw back the rest of the drink inside of it. Before she could wave over the bartender for her 6th drink, Falin stood her up, and guiding her, left the lounge.

"You don't need anymore," he said as she swerved this way and that through the lobby and into the elevator. Once they reached the door to her room, he asked for her key, but she couldn't find it. He felt her pockets, and finally pulled out the key, and led her in. She jumped onto the bed and with one movement had her sweater off and her jeans half way down her legs. Looking up, she motioned for Falin to come to her. He shook his head, and attempted to back away from the bed.

"Falin… I need you. Please?" she partially begged.

"Hermione- you're drunk- you don't need me- you need sleep"

"Falin- please… my parents… murder- I need you to set me free. I need it…please" she crawled towards him and pulled him towards her, wrapping her naked legs around him as he fell onto the bed. She pulled his face towards her, and began to kiss him, drawing him in. They sat, Hermione wrapped around him, for only a few moments before she began to caress his back, running her fingers through his hair and nonverbally inviting him into this shared experience. She began to undress him, starting first with the buttons on his shirt, moving down- further and further down his torso. She used her legs to flip him onto his back and sat straddling him; she purred as she bent over and began to swirl her tongue down the opening of his shirt, diverting off path as she tongued his attentive nipples. He breathed slowly through his nose, waiting to see what she'd do. Giggling, Hermione slipped her hands over her shoulder, entrapping his hands above his head, and continued her journey downwards.

His navel was next, her tongue lapping sensually over the skin.

The button on his trousers was popped, and the zipper made a slight 'ziiipp' sound as she took it between her teeth and tugged it downwards. His head was now resting on the pillow in anticipation of her next move.

She slowly peeled his trousers down his hips, legs and finally let them rest at his feet. He was immobilized, and the sexual vibes this caused him only increased his need for Hermione to continue.

Her tongue landed on his fevered skin, but nowhere near where he wanted it.

"Hermione" he ground out in frustration.

She smirked against his thigh, and making small circles with her tongue she teased him. Soon her tongue was nearing it's destination- using her hands she took the elastic of his black silk boxers and tugged them down with one swift moment. She then captured her prize, taking him into her mouth. Falin ground out a groan of pleasure. Hermione used her mouth to devour him until he couldn't take it anymore. He shifted his arms and threw his shirt across the room, and with a roar took Hermione from his swollen and hard as rock member and pinned her to the bed.

"You shouldn't push me" he said silkily, before taking her nipple into his mouth as his hand traveled down her body, finding it's destination as her parted her and with one flick of his wrist, entered her with a finger. His thumb caressed her nub as his fingers plundered their quarry. He dragged his tongue over her body to reach her other nipple. She was begging in a breathy voice for him to stop, to keep going, to throw her over the edge. He took her to the edge of the emotional and sexual peak, and removed his fingers. Hermione looked up at him, glaring.

"Shhhh" he said as he kissed her, he wrapped her legs around his hips and as his tongue invaded her mouth, his thick cock slammed into her, invading her in the exact way she was craving.

She ripped her mouth from his, to place kisses over his shoulders as he slammed into her body. Her nails raked his back, as he drummed- harder and harder into her soft and inviting flesh. Without warning, he plunged deeply and with one movement- Hermione was straddling him once more. Not so much as word was exchanged as she began to ride him, moving her hips up and down his shaft. Her body was covered in perspiration and her head was thrown back in ecstasy. She was chanting his name over and over again as she rode him, her hips moving in rhythm with his. Just as she was about to fall over the peak of orgasm, he once again changed positions. Slipping out of her, he moved to the side of the bed, and as he pulled her towards him, he slammed back into her, sending her over the edge into a spiral of sex and heat and emotion. He soon followed as her walls contracted around him, milking him for his seed. With a groan, he fell back into bed with her, and entangled her in his arms.

She smiled up at him and cuddled further into his side.

"Thanks"

"No problem princess" he said endearingly.

"What?" she said, sitting up- looking at him eerily, "What did you call me? How did you know- it's a secret? Oh Merlin". She stood up, staring at him.

"What are you on about Hermione?" he said; looking confused.

"You called me princess. What do you know?"

"I still have no idea what you're talking about, princess is just an endearment. Are you alright?" her said.

"An endearment?" she said

"Yes"

"Oh" she said, sitting once again on the bed. "I'm sorry- I over reacted a bit, I'm sorry"

"That's ok Hermione. Are you sure you're all right then?" he asked, taking her back into his arms.

"Yes I'm fine thanks" she nodded and slipped back into bed with him and cuddled back up to his side.

The lay in each other's arms until Hermione began to drift off. She was snuggled deeply in Falins' arms and was soon snoring softly. He smiled down at her, pulled out his cell phone and programmed in an alarm, before setting it on the bedside table and falling asleep beside the girl who he couldn't figure out.

End of Chapter