Legacy of the Pendragons

Dear Readers,

This is the beginning for the sequel to What A Witch Needs, which, if you haven’t yet read, I highly recommend you do so in order to have the rich and varied background for the characters involved and also to understand the relationships between them. What A Witch Needs is 62 chapters, novel length, and will answer such questions you may have about this new fiction, such as: why is Harry the Dark Lord and how is it that he is involved with both Draco and Hermione in a three-way relationship? So, check this link for What A Witch Needs and start reading.

http://hp.adult-fanfiction.org/story.php?no=544182125

For the fans of What A Witch Needs - welcome to the sequel! I realize I had no plans to cover the seventh year for the Triad, feeling quite worn out at the time the story ended, and wanting to concentrate my time on other life issues. However, I’ve had a rejuvenation of sorts in relation to my creative writing bug and I feel like this could be the second wind I needed to get back on track with writing.

However, I do feel the need to say that I make no promises as to having weekly updates or anything vows of that sort. If you can be patient, without expectations, then you can enjoy each chapter as it comes along - when it comes along. I’m aware that some would very much like me to finish my other incomplete fictions, and my intentions are good for those, but again, I will go where my inspiration takes me. And you may very well see updates for Sisters of the Dark Moon, Mary Sue Comes to Hogwarts, and Tub Tag Curse appearing in the coming months.

One of the most motivating factors in keeping me writing during the time of What A Witch Needs was the interactive nature of the process with you, the fans. I cannot count the number of times one of you shaped the plot outline with your comments in reviews or e-mails. I did have the spine of the plot in place, but the variations and richness of ideas came from your ponderings on what might happen next. So, please, if your so inclined, speculate and ponder, express your desires, etc… with this new fiction. If it strikes a note of brilliance with me, and does not deviate from the basic plot goal, I just may work your idea in (or parts of it), making it a richer tapestry of storytelling.

So, now we turn our attention to this sequel, Legacy of the Pendragons. As is my style, you can expect plenty of sex and a convoluted, twisting and turning ride of a plot. The focus of this story will be a plot bunny from What A Witch Needs that I didn’t have time to actualize during that story because the plot was already full - Harry’s Dark Lord storyline, the war, and Hermione’s Marlston heritage. And if you are wondering - it is not directly regarding Merlin, though the Marlston heritage as well as others will be more richly developed. If you would like a clue, read the chapter in What A Witch Needs in which the Triad visit’s the Marlston vaults below Gringotts. There was a symbolic image there that I always meant to expand on, but, as I said, would have brought another main storyline into an already crowded story.

If you are not here for the plot and are just skimming for the sexy bits, welcome to you too. Hope you enjoy my filthy, convoluted mind;p

Sorry, for this long author’s note. I also plan to bore you at the end of this chapter with a few comments. I won’t do this before every chapter, I promise. I truly hope you enjoy this first installment of Legacy of the Pendragons.

Love,
Petalsoft

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and make no money from the writing of this fiction.


Legacy of the Pendragons

Chapter One: Who Are You?


Fagaras Village, Romania

Charlie Weasley appeared instantly in the village square, letter still in hand, turning himself about to look around. He had been to Fagaras Village once before, years ago, in his quest for the mythical Blue-breasted Argnot Dragon which had been rumored to reside in nearby Mount Moldoveanu. His arrival at that time had been less than friendly and met with strict regulations as to his access to the village’s sacred mountain - which meant, he had not been allowed near it at all. Therefore, Charlie was quite stunned to receive such an urgent message from the governors of Fagaras Village, requesting his immediate presence.

He looked about warily in the twilight gloom, the lanterns around the square had not yet been lit. All seemed quiet here, the streets empty of pedestrians. Could they be having dragon trouble? Charlie looked toward Mount Moldoveanu, pondering, when a voice broke the silence.

“Are you Mr. Weasley, the dragonologist?”

Charlie turned, facing a wizard in forest green robes and a grizzled, curious face. “Yes, that’s me.” He held up the letter in his hand. “Are you Danut?”

The wizard bowed. “Yes, please follow me.”

Charlie followed behind the fellow, even more curious at his haste, as they made their way down the twisting, narrow lanes of the magical mountain village. “Pardon me, but could you explain a bit more what the problem seems to be here? All is rather quiet. Has there been a dragon sighting?”

The old man peered over his shoulder at Charlie as they continued on. “Are you not familiar with many wizards in your land of Great Britain? I was told you knew many there.”

“Wizards?” Charlie replied, a bit put off. Was there a dragon problem here or not?

“Yes. You know many?”

Charlie shrugged. “I suppose I know many - though not all, of course. What is this about?”

The wizard didn’t answer as they had reached an old wooden door of a large structure. Charlie could hear many voices talking behind it and the glow of light pushing its way through the cracks. The door opened and they entered, finding a large congregation inside, talking excitedly. They parted to let Danut and Charlie through, giving them an aisle to the front of the room.

As the crowed parted and hushed, Charlie felt in awe, his steps slowing. At the fore of the room the entire wall was covered with writing - ancient writing. He recognized this script from his studies. The eldest magical manuscripts on dragon lore had been written in such a script, necessitating his learning.

It was called Nardui.

Charlie’s eyes widened as his steps came to a halt. Nardui covered the wall from ceiling to floor, and…

He slowly turned about, noticing the script covered not only the wall in front of him, but the all the walls of the large room.

Amazing.

“You know this language?” Danut asked. All eyes were watching Charlie anxiously, waiting for his answer.

“Yes,” Charlie muttered, nodding, as he strained to make sense of the order of the script. “They appear to be names, a lineage perhaps, a very extensive family tree.” He finally tore his eyes from the walls and gazed at Danut, who seemed very pleased with his assessment.

“Yes,” Danut nodded. “A lineage, a long, long lineage. Come.” Danut signaled Charlie to follow him to the left back corner of the room, parting more of the curious villagers. As Danut halted, he lifted his hand, pointing at one particular name in the Nardui script. “Here, this one. Do you know this name?”

Charlie stepped closer, bending to examine it.

It couldn’t be, could it? What on Earth?

Charlie straightened and looked Danut squarely in the eye. “Before I say, I’d like to know what you intend to do with this knowledge.”

Danut sighed. “Of course, Mr. Weasley. Come to my home - you may stay there tonight. It is a long story and there is much to explain. I feel, after you have heard all, you will agree that our situation is indeed dire and in need of your assistance.”

One Month Later

Draco Malfoy relaxed, reading ahead in one of his new texts, “Advanced Magical Detection,” as the scenery outside the Hogwarts Express zoomed by the window next to him. The head of Hermione Granger-Marlston lay across his lap, the rest of her stretched out along the seat of the train compartment reserved for Head Boy and Head Girl. She, too, was absorbed in a new textbook, both hoping to get a start on their studies.

Some people would argue that their illustrious positions in wizarding society had won them the ‘Head’ honors, but most knew they had earned it by keeping at the top of their class all six years of their educations.

They had rejoiced at the letters they had received a few weeks before, congratulating them on their hard earned titles. Even more so, they rejoiced that they would be receiving new accommodations, their bedrooms directly across from one another, and a shared private common room.

It was bound to be an absolutely perfect seventh year. No more war, no more Voldemort, and all the privacy they could handle. Who could ask for more?

The door to their compartment slid open and they both lowered their books, glancing at the disturbance.

Draco could feel Hermione gasp on his lap before her jaw dropped and eyes widened.

“Would you like some sweets from the trolley, dears?” asked the rotund, and nude, old witch in the doorway. Two chocolate frogs were stuck fast to her nipples, and her only other garment was a cinnamon bun barely covering her sex. “Chocolate frogs, perhaps?”

She waited patiently for an answer as they stared. Finally, Draco turned his face back to his book and replied, “No, thank you. I’ve suddenly taken ill.”

“Oh, you poor dear,” crooned the trolley witch. “Perhaps I can find an elixir for you.”

Draco avoided looking at her as his eyebrows knitted together. “I do not believe so.”

Hermione could hear insane laughter coming from another compartment on the train.

“We’ll be fine, thank you,” she replied, stiffly.

“Very well, dears, let me know if you change your mind.”

Hermione felt her stomach turn in anger and indignation as the trolley witch shut the door and moved on down the center of the train.

“Oh, for Merlin’s sake,” she cursed, sitting up and slamming her book on the seat. Running her hand through her hair to straighten her long locks, she glanced at Draco. “I can’t believe what they did to that poor witch!”

“The poor witch?” Draco replied, glibly. “I’m the one who won’t be able to sleep for a week. I may have to brew a nightmare potion.”

She stood and made her way out of the compartment, a quick glance down the center aisle of the train telling her all she needed to know.

Peeking out of a compartment were the laughing faces of Harry, Ron, Seamus and Neville. When they saw Hermione step into view, glaring angrily at them, they fell back into their compartment, laughing hysterically.

Hermione marched to them, standing in their open doorway as she took in the scene.
Harry was sitting on one bench, elbows on his knees and head ducked, trying to smother his laughter on his forearm. Seamus and Ron were on the floor, rolling about hysterically, while Neville had the good sense to at least look sheepish about it. The sharp smell of fire whiskey hit her nose and she crinkled her face in disgust.

“You drunken sots, you should be ashamed of yourselves,” she snapped. “Harry, undo that charm immediately. Are you all trying to get expelled on the first day of school?”

“Hermione,” Ron whined, pushing up on his hands. “It’s just a bit of fun. Lighten up, will you. It’s our last year.”

“She doesn’t even know she’s naked,” Harry added. “When she looks at herself, she sees her clothing.”

“Yes, well, someone’s bound to point out her situation to her and I’m sure it won’t take long to figure out which of the laughing hyenas was at fault. Give her back her dignity – immediately!”

Harry stood, Seamus and Ron grabbing at his legs to stop him. They were still laughing and taking swigs of the bottle Seamus had snuck aboard.

Hermione stood glaring at Harry as he squeezed past her in the doorway, taking his time, his eyes traveled sexily to her breasts and he winked at her.

Hermione could feel her heart speed up as he neared, but she was determined to stand firm in her indignation. “Quickly, Harry, reverse it.”

Harry looked at the large rear end of the trolley witch as she made her way down the middle of the train. Muttering the countercharm, they watched as her clothing magically reappeared on her body without any notice from the witch in question.

He pressed closer to Hermione, squeezing her against the door frame. “Happy now?” he grinned.

Hermione huffed. “A hundred points from Gryffindor for drunken stupidity.” She slipped away from Harry’s body and back toward her compartment, satisfied by the groans of disappointment coming from the tipsy boys.

When she was gone, Harry turned to his friends and smiled. “Don’t worry, mates. I’ll earn those points back tonight.” He wiggled his eyebrows and left to follow Hermione amidst the encouraging catcalls of his friends.

Harry followed Hermione into the head compartment, glancing quickly at Draco who was still reading.

“Come on, Hermione. You have to admit it was funny!” Harry persisted behind her.

Hermione donned her robe, straightening her Head Girl badge. “No, it wasn’t funny. And now I must check on the other students who are sure to be traumatized by the experience. The first years must be writing home as we speak, begging their parents to take them out of school. Shame on you, Harry.”

Harry wrapped his arms around her from behind. “I’m sorry, love. Forgive me?” His whiskey breath fanned her cheek as he hugged her.

Hermione wiggled out of his arms. Giving him one last glare, she left the compartment, slamming the door for emphasis.

“There is one wizard who won’t be getting any tonight,” Draco droned, distracted by the sight of Harry pulling off his Muggle clothing.

Harry levitated his trunk to the floor and flung it open with a flick of a finger. He turned his head and grinned at Draco. “We’ll see about that.” Pulling out his school uniform, he turned his attention to Draco, noting the blonde’s eyes as he watched Harry dress.

Harry stood shirtless, having just pulled on his black trousers, but hadn’t zipped them yet. He smiled sexily at Draco, placing his hand over his cock. “How about you show me what a ‘Head’ Boy does?” he teased, emphasizing the word ‘head’.

“Think that one up yourself, did you?” Draco replied, with a quarter smirk. He placed his book down on the bench and stood, sauntering to Harry, eying his body lustily.

Harry’s breath quickened and his skin tingled with excitement.

Draco stood before Harry, already fucking him with his eyes. He raised one hand, tangling his fingers in Harry’s dark hair, pulling him in for a kiss.

Harry moaned, sliding his arms around Draco, deepening the delicious kiss. Draco always tasted so good, fresh like peppermint. Harry’s cock hardened instantly as his lover’s leg began rubbing against his own excited cock.

Breaking for air, Harry rasped, “Well?”

Draco grinned, maliciously, releasing Harry’s hair. “I like my Dark Lords sober.”

Harry’s face fell in disappointment.

Draco stepped away, turning toward the mirror to straighten his hair. “And I have duties and responsibilities at the moment. I must help Hermione cope with the first years and their post-traumatic stress. Why don’t you take a nap, Harry, and sleep off your inebriation.”

“Tell me, did those Head badges also come with sticks for the two of you to shove up your arses?” Harry sneered.

“You know perfectly well what is up my arse,” Draco grinned in the mirror. “You’ve been there enough times.”

“Could be there now if you’d let me,” Harry replied, falling onto the bench and lying down, shielding the light from above with his arm slung across his eyes.

Draco turned, his eyes sweeping over Harry’s body. “Hermione and I worked hard for these badges. We want to do well with the privilege we’ve been granted.”

“I know,” Harry mumbled from under his arm, his brain spinning in his skull. Why’d he have to drink so much? “I am proud of you both. You know that, right?”

“Yes,” Draco replied. “You realize, you have your own responsibilities and duties to live up to?”

Harry hated lectures and was not in the mood for one. “Not now. Right now I’m not the Dark Lord. Right now I’m a student at Hogwarts. I’m just me, Harry Potter. The war is over.”

“You are not ‘just’ Harry Potter to your followers,” Draco persisted, glancing at Harry‘s prone body in the mirror. “You still need to comport yourself with a certain amount of decorum.”

“Yes, father,” Harry groaned, growing very sleepy.

“Harry… I’m trying to help you,” Draco sighed. “Engaging in drunken horseplay…”

Harry didn’t want to hear anymore. “Stop! I was just having a bit of fun, so fuck off already. I told you, this is my last year of school. Your father has agreed to handle all other business this year so I can have one final fucking year of childhood,” he snapped.

There was a pause as Draco’s irritation rose. “Fine, Harry, be a child if that is your wish.” He threw the door open and then slammed it behind him.

Harry’s head pounded at the noise. “Fucking stick up the arse,” he mumbled, trying to relax into sleep.


Outside the compartment, Draco could hear Neville, Seamus and Ron still laughing it up. He strode past their open compartment and announced, “Fifty points from Gryffindor for bringing fire whiskey on the train.”

Ron stood and staggered to the door, spotting Malfoy’s retreating figure. “Hey, Malfoy!” he slurred. “We already were docked points.”

Seamus hooted and said, “Don’t worry, Ron. You can earn them back tonight.”

They heard Malfoy’s voice respond in the distance. “And another fifty points from Gryffindor for conspiring to seduce the Head Boy.”

“You wish, Malfoy,” Ron hollered in return. He turned his head to his housemates. “Bloody hell! Two hundred points gone before we even get there, that smarmy git.”

Hermione was relieved that the immediate compartments next to theirs were empty, finding it extremely fortunate that no one had seen the poor trolley witch beyond her, Draco and the guilty party. She continued making her way down the train, stopping at various compartments to welcome new students and old to a new school year. It wasn’t required of her to do so, but she also wanted to live down the Marlston stigma that many seemed to fear. She wanted others to feel that she was approachable and friendly, as well as worthy of her position.

In the next car, she peered into a compartment with unfamiliar students - definitely not first years. Her thoughts went back to a letter she had received a few days ago from Professor Dumbledore. He had informed her and Draco of three new seventh year students from Romania who would be joining them on the Hogwarts Express, asking her and Draco to make them feel welcomed.

Sliding open their compartment door, she was startled to see them stand, popping out of their seats as if caught unaware.

“Excuse me,” she smiled, awkwardly. “I hope I didn’t interrupt anything.” She felt a bit flustered at their tall, lean physiques. All three were quite handsome and very similar in appearance - dark hair and eyes, and seemingly unnerved by her appearance in their car.
“It is quite all right, my Lady” replied the closest, bowing to her. The other two smiled and bowed as well.

“Please,” Hermione reddened, “you need not bow. I really prefer that you didn’t.” My Gods these three oozed sexuality! Hermione felt her knees weaken and her temperature rise. She really needed to get out of here. She didn’t want these kinds of feelings - she was completely devoted to Harry and Draco. “I wanted to welcome you to Hogwarts. You are our new students from Romania?”

“I am Aurel. And this is Boian and Sandu.” Each nodded to her in turn.

Hermione’s hand reached for the door as she replied, “It’s a pleasure to meet you. I am Hermione Granger-Marlston, Head Girl.” What was wrong with her? She felt stifling hot and needed to escape the heat of the confined compartment. “Pardon me, I must continue my rounds. I look forward to speaking with you further.”

She slipped out the door, shutting it behind her and walking a few steps before placing one hand on her heart to still herself. Magic? It had to be magic! By Gods, those three must have placed attraction charms on themselves. Whomever ended up to be their head of house will need to be made aware of this. Hermione pulled out her small notepad and jotted down the reminder.

That kind of charm was simply criminal.

“Should I be worried that you look thoroughly shagged?” Draco smirked, exiting a compartment a few doors ahead of her. He made his way closer to her, noticing her discomfort. Was that guilt?

“Shagged? Goodness, no,” Hermione laughed, shakily.

He glanced toward the door closest to them, unable to see inside from his angle. “What happened, love? You can’t hide anything from me. You know this.”

She waved a hand in the air dismissively. “Oh, just students playing with lust charms. It’s a very wicked concept and highly inappropriate. I think we will have to work on the regulation of such things at our next meeting.”

Draco frowned, disturbed. “Someone cast a lust charm on you? Who?”

She put her hands on his chest, stopping his forward movement towards the Romanian car. “No, Draco. It wasn’t directed at me, specifically. I think they intended for anyone in their vicinity to feel it. It must be a charm they cast on themselves.”

Draco sighed, calming a bit. “This head job is already a pain in the arse: a naked trolley witch, drunken Gryffindors, and now lust charms - all in less than an hour. How are we ever going to take a whole year of this?”

Hermione’s arms snaked around Draco’s neck as she pressed closer, thinking his pout quite adorable. “I suppose we’ll have to let off steam once in awhile to handle all this unbearable pressure.”

His eyes traveled down to the luscious breasts pressed against him and his arms lifted, encircling her waist and pulling her closer. He grinned sexily, tasting her lips briefly, but not letting go of his hold on her. “I see I can’t leave my witch all worked up from a lust charm like this. Something has to be done.”

“Mmmmmm… I agree,” she grinned, pressing her lips against his and slipping her tongue inside, searching for his.

He didn’t disappoint.

He swiftly turned her body to the side of the aisle, pressing her against a wall and deepening the kiss, plunging his tongue into her, fucking her mouth, making her moan until she wrapped her leg around his, pressing her hot core against his limb.

She released his mouth, gasping as his lips traveled down her neck, sucking and tasting her tender skin. His fingers gathered her robe higher up her leg, needing to feel her hot, wet treasure that was currently pressing desperately against him.

She realized they were still in the aisle of the train and anyone could step out of their cars and see them. “Draco…,” she panted, “not… here.”

“Fuck,” he swore, shaking with lust. He lifted her other leg and held both around his hips, carrying her as he continued his assault on her neck, walking her to the nearby restroom, grinding his hard bulge against her needy pussy through their clothing. He sat her on the sink edge, kicking the door shut with the heal of his shoe.

There was no room in this little toilet to do all he’d like to, but there was just enough for the main event. He grinned wickedly as he realize the sink was just the right height…

He pulled out his wand, dissolving her knickers instantly, as Hermione deftly undid his belt and let his trousers drop to his ankles, exposing his hard and ready cock. She held it and smiled into his eyes, lifting one brow saucily as she swiped her thumb over the tip and brought his moisture to her mouth, sucking it off.

“Vixen,” he growled, bending to kiss her at the same time, he lifted her legs and held her around her thighs with both arms. She was completely spread to him, her arse on the very edge of the sink and legs held up.

She reached down and positioned his cock, gasping as he drove into her deeply. “Yes, Draco… deeper, deeper…”

Draco grabbed her thighs, lifting her arse slightly in the air as he moved faster and deeper, their bodies slapping together and the smell of sex filling the small space. “Fuck, love, you drive me wild!” He pulled her toward him, driving harder, faster, pistoning into her wet, hot cavern as she gasped and moaned.

“Oooooooo…” Hermione toned, panting. “Draco… Gods… yes…!” She grasped his shoulders, her nails digging into him as she leaned her head back against the cool mirror behind her, her body beginning to spasm with her orgasm. “Oh… oh… oh…,” she moaned.

Draco could feel her pussy gripping him, milking him, sending him into his own blissful heaven. He groaned, pulling her legs tighter has he filled her with his hot seed, feeling the need to give her every last drop of him.

The air crackled with the power of their passion in that small space - it felt like it would surely explode.

Draco stepped forward between her legs, massaging her tender thighs that he had gripped so tightly. He kissed her gently and chuckled.

“What?” she asked, still out of breath.

“We forgot a silencing charm on the door,” he grinned.

She shut her eyes. “Gods, I’m too mortified to open that door. Do you reckon there’s a line for the toilet?”

“If only we could Polyjuice into Dumbledore and McGonagall before we stepped out of here,” he joked.

She laughed. “That’s completely disturbing.”

OOO

A/N As may be apparent, the mention of post-traumatic symptoms for the poor first years’ is somewhat revealing of a major subplot happening for the older students during this post-war era, particularly for the students who fought in the war - and of course, Harry, who has his own ideas of how his last year of Hogwarts should be spent. You can expect the ‘battle scars’ for some to be further explored.

I look forward to any thoughts and comments on this sequel and hope you are anticipating it further.

-Petalsoft