The legacy of the Diary

Introduction

Legacy of the diary is a sequel to ‘The Diary’ – a Snape/Hermione fanfic by Lizski in which Hermione writes down her dreams of her love for Professor Snape. Unbeknown to her Snape also has a copy. After 5 years of training in Potions abroad, Hermione returns to Hogwarts and Lizski’s story ends with Snape and Hermione finally consummating their love for each other. But – what happened next?

Prologue

A 23-year-old Hermione Granger lay on Hogwarts potions master, Severus Snape’s chest, her fingers twirling the hairs around his nipples as he drifted off to sleep, spent. She gazed into the fire that had died down now, but still held a glowing, almost consumed, once blue, cloth covered book, pages curling and flaking.

The diary. Her diary. Or at least a copy of her diary that Severus had been given. The diary revealing all of her dreams about Severus during her final year as a student at Hogwarts. She felt sad to think it was burning, it was the thing that had brought them together, but at the same time it had almost torn them apart.

But where had the diary come from? Who was interfering in her life? Severus had suggested it might be Albus Dumbledore. That would be something they would discuss tomorrow. That, and the rest of their lives together.

Legacy of the diary
By Luciusfan

Chapter 1

Lucius Malfoy wiped the streaks of blood from the length of the silver serpent topped mahogany cane across his lap, drained the scotch from his cut crystal glass and flung it furiously against the stone fireplace of the library at Malfoy Manor. He watched the shattered shards of crystal catch the firelight as he mulled things over in his mind. His piercing eyes glazed over as his hand ran up and down the length of his cane.

Damn it! This would never do! She had been a pixie featured blonde, skinny and frail. Did they not feed these girls? They would pay for their continued ineptitude.

Since Narcissus’ death and Voldemort’s downfall, Lucius had been limited in his movements from Malfoy Manor and confined also to whore-squibs to satisfy his lustful intentions.

The latest in a long line of unsatisfactory females had bent to his every whim, allowing him to shackle and beat her and use any orifice he had demanded. He had seen fit to wipe the dust and cobwebs from an increasingly macabre array of items in his personal dungeon, in an effort to finally satisfy the urges within him, which were remaining hollow and untouched.

It was all to no avail, he had eventually sent her away, scarred in more ways than one ~ he would pay for that no doubt! But money was of no consequence to him—he had that in abundance. So what was missing? He couldn’t quite put a finger on it!

Lucius rose from the leather sofa and strode, cane in hand, across to the window still lost in thought. Dressed only in his silk dressing gown, blond hair hanging loose across his shoulders, eventually he pulled out the ten inch long mahogany wand and spun round. He walked back to the sofa and with a swish he had cleared away the broken glass littering the stone hearth.

He stood staring at the flickering flames, wang tng them dance and crackle, when suddenly he was aware of another fire which had suddenly sprung up on the bookshelves over to his left. Some of his most treasured texts. Gods! No!

Shouting at the top of his voice ‘restinguo!’ He flung a jet of blue sparks from the end of his wand, aiming it at the burning bookcase. The flames were immediately quenched as Lucius leapt the low footstool and raced to assess the damage. He picked at charred remains; 700-year-old family heirlooms fell apart in his hands. What had caused this?

At the centre of the blackened mess he could distinguish the remnants of a small blue-cloth covered book. Wwas was it? Certainly not an old text, but he remembered it had been a treasured object – difficult to obtain and riveting reading, that is until its author had abruptly stopped writing about 5 years ago.

Hermione Granger’s 7th Year diary. ‘Interesting…’ Lucius stormed off to his bedroom to contemplate what would have to be done in view of the developments, which had obviously taken place in this, most delicate of situations.

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Hermione rolled over in bed to look her lover in the face. Severus slept on, unaware of her gaze. She lifted her hand and trailed a finger down his face, over his slightly hooked nose and onto the soft lips which had come to meet hers for the first time only the night before. Now a fellow professor at Hogwarts, she had been able to finally admit her feelings and was at last at peace with herself and all that had happened.

The fire was dead in the grate, the ashen remains of the diary that had ultimately brought them together, curling and black. A house elf scampered over to the fire, magically cleared it out and re-set it. Nee fle flipped back the shutters to allow the dawn light to filter into the private bedroom of Professor Severus Snape. Hermione lifted herself up and seeing her, the house elf scuttled off, no doubt back to the kitchens.

Hermione lay back down and resumed her delicate touches on the sleeping Severus’ face. Suddenly a wicked smile crossed her face as an idea of how to wake her new lover crossed her mind.

Only a thin sheet covered the naked pair. Hermione wriggled down below the sheet as carefully as she could until her face was by Severus’ thigh, his knee resting on the bed. Gently with her hand she rolled her lover’s hips back, allowing her access to his- as yet soft, but proud manhood. She took it all easily in her mouth and as she sucked and manipulated the pink flesh with her tongue, she felt it grow and harden, pushing against the back of her throat. A low groan emanated from Severus as he rolled completely onto his back.

Hermione smiled and licked the tip of the now glisng ang and hard cock before taking him again in her mouth and throat, sucking and massaging rhythmically with her tongue while gently cradling the rapidly tightening balls in her hand. The moans coming from Severus became gradually louder as his hips began to move in time with her ministrations.

After a while his other muscles tensed and Hermione detected a tremble in the lean and powerful thigh muscles as he shuddered and released, opening his eyes as Hermione swallowed the result of his climax. ‘Hermione!’ he gasped as she continued to lick and suck the delicate softening tissues as she withdrew.

She sat up, white sheet round her waist, skin flushed, nipples hard and hair more than a little ruffled. “Good morning Severus! So how long have you been awake?”
“Long enough to enjoy that and to know that my dreams of finally making love to you were actually a reality.”

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Their arrival in the great hall for breakfast went largely undetected, except for Albus Dumbledore who flashed a knowing glance at Severus then smiled inwardly. Sitting at the top table several places along from Severus, afforded Hermione no opportunities to catch her lover’s eye, but she gazed over towards him, seeing past the hook nose and greasy black hair, yet registering that there were some changes she may want to make in her lover’s appearance before declaring their union.

Oh Gods! Declaring it! What would everyone think? Oh yes, Dumbledore would be ok; he had seemed strangely calm and pleased about them becoming friends. But what would Harry & Ron say? – what about her other friends and the rest of the Weasleys? What about the rest of the Hogwarts staff? Would they be accepted?

The owls had begun to descend into the great hall. As Hermione pondered her situation, she was roused from her dream-like state by an imposing eagle owl that soared past her, depositing a roll of parchment before Dumbledore.

Dumbledore unrolled the parchment reading quietly to himself, his face grave as he read.


‘I demand an immediate meeting of the board of governors of Hogwarts regarding a most delicate but pressing matter. Owls have been dispatched. We will convene at 6pm this evening.

Lucius Malfoy
Chair of Governors