Hermione's Little Secret

RJ was ready to head off to Hogsmeade for his first day of classes before his mother was even dressed. he was an early riser, like she usually was, and couldn't wait for the first day. She wandered into their breakfast nook and found him eating his breakfast quickly. He already had his sack packed along with his lunch. Hermione smiled fondly and kissed the top of his head.

"Can't wait to leave your old mum, huh?"

"I can't wait to get to school, Mum. So, who's the new girl who lives in the dungeon? I saw her this morning out by the lake. She's got really blonde hair. When I first saw her, I thought she was Rianna. Isn't that funny, huh?" He shoveled his eggs and bacon into his mouth, talking around the food. Just like his father used to do. Hermione took a deep breath. If her eight year old son could see the similarity between the half-sisters, what would their birth father do when he saw them together?

"The young lady is Professor Malfoy's daughter, Lilah. She's a year behind your sister and will be starting your school with you today. Do try not to torture her. She's American, so she might sound a little different."

"I wouldn't treat her any different than I would my own dear sister, Mum." He smield at her innocently and Hermione sighed. Sneaky little Weasley. Severus had had too much influence on him.

"Are you almost ready, Sprout? Let me get dressed and I'll walk you down to the village."

"Mummmmm!!!" He whined and stopped eating, which told her that his objection was serious.

"Just to the village edge, then. I have to go and get some notebooks I forgot to pick up last week."

"I can pick them up before heading home. Please, Mum, don't walk into the village with me. The other guys'll pick on me mercilessly!" How like his father he was, but with Hermione's own intelligence. She ruffled his ginger hair and kissed his forehead again.

"Fine. I'll owl the store and tell them to let you pick up my order. And you have one hour after class lets out before you are to head home. You will be home by five PM or I will not only walk you to school every morning, but I'll kiss you in front of your mates too. Understood, young man?"

"Yeah, gotcha. Can I watch the Sorting tonight? I wanna see where Rianna's going."

"If Professor Snape says it's alright, then yes. But only the Sorting. You have to go to bed right after."

"He'll let me." RJ smiled assuredly. He crammed his folded up pancake into his mouth and stook quickly. He kissed her cheek, grabbed his stuff and bolted out the door. Hermione sat down and leaned back in the chair. She closed her eyes momentarily, relieved to have the quarters to herself for thefirst time since school let out in June. She breathed deeply and waved her wand to clear the table. Goodness, that boy could eat and not gain a pound. Just like Ron. She always wondered where he packed the extra calories. Of course, during theirbrief marriage, she knew that they burned a lot of them in their bedroom. She smiled and went back into her room. She stripped off he bathrobe and crawled back into her bed, feeling the long forgotten passion she'd shared with Ron building up inside her. She rarely indulged in self gratification, but yesterday's vision and memories of their loving were causing her body to tingle familiarly.

Remembering how his rough hands felt gliding over her breasts,she stroked them lightly, pinching the nipples gently, cupping them firmly. She tried to bring to mind her last time with Ron, the morning of his death, their quiet loving while Adrianna slept in the next room. He'd kissed her neck, biting below her ear, while rubbing his erection between her ass cheeks. Oh, she was burning now! She could imagine vividly his fingers walking down her stomach, cupping her barely noticeable baby bump and then gliding down between her legs, finding her wet and hot.

Hermione panted, her own fingers working hard between her legs, stroking her throbbing clit, the other hand's fingers working into her pussy, two fingers pushing in and out shallowly. Closing her eyes, she arched her back, her fingers stroking furiously between her wide open legs. She panted and moaned with each stroke of her fingers. She didn't hear her quarters door open all the way, or the masculine footsteps walking softly to her open bedroom door.


Draco lowered his wand, flabbergasted at seeing little miss-know-it-all in the throes of masturbatory excitement. His cock jerked as his eyes opened wide, watching her, waiting for her to orgasm. When he'd heard a sound from her rooms, he'd entered the still open door on alert. Little did he expect to find her like *this*. He remembered their one time together, and how she'd refused to talk to him afterwards, that he'd wanted to apologize for being so harsh with her. He'd really liked her, had been attracted to her, but didn't know how to express himself. Then, she'd married Weasley and he'd not been able to look her in the eyes again. She hadn't told either of her prat friend about that one time, though, or he'd have been hexed thoroughly by them during their last six months of school.

His eyes glazed over as she shudderred, her body tightening with her orgasm. He hurried out of her rooms and down the hall a bit before leaning against the stone wall, breathing deeply. It had been four years of celibacy for him. His ex-wife hadn't wanted to risk having another 'freak' child, although he'd begged for more children. He'd refused to take a lover or find a whore, instead taking matters into his own hands, so to speak. Draco took deep calming breaths, swallowing the lust he felt for his co-worker. He hadn't returned to Hogwarts for this, but to train his daughter in the ways of the Wizarding world, and to heal his broken heart. He doubted Madame Weasley would consider him as a possible substitute for her long dead husband.

Fixing his robes, he strode toward the Headmaster's office, having walked his daughter out to the castle gates. She'd refused his offer to walk to the village with her. Next year, she'd be a student here and life could just get back to normal, or at least their version of normal. He should take his mother up on her offer to hook him up with an appropriate companion. But he didn't want an ice water for blood witch next to him every night. he'd already had that with his ex-wife, and she'd been a Muggle. He didn't need to worry about dodging the hexes of a pissed off frigid bitch.

"Headmaster, you wished to see me today?"

"Draco, I hope you've settled well down in the dungeon. How is little Lilah?" Severus looked up from his report. The students were due in eight hours and he never realized how much work Albus had always had to do. He always assumed Dumbledore just got it done.

"She's not little anymore, Headmaster. She's just turned ten years old, you know. But, she's learning to adapt to our world."

"Call me Severus, Draco. We're in private. And you used to call me Uncle once upon a time."

"That was when I was ten, Severus. I hadn't known that Madame Weasley was an instructor here, sir."

"Oh, I never mentioned that?" Severus smiled a little over his reading glasses at the boy he had watched grow up. Twinkling eyes must have been inherited with the job title.

"No, you didn't. She still doesn't like me."

"You did make her teeth grow to enormous lengths. And you called her a 'Mudblood' for the better part of six years."

"I've changed, Severus. I've lived in the Muggle world, with a Muggle woman. My own daughter is a half-blood."

Severus smiled at the younger man. Draco had grown up in America after all.

"Do you have everything ready for your first day of classes, Professor Malfoy?" He changed the subject to one less invasive.

"Everything's ready. Please let there be no Longbottoms in this my first year teaching." Draco well remembered the blundering Gryffindor that used to make Severus almost pull his hair out on a fairly regular basis. Again Severus smiled. This one a bit less benign than the other one.

"No, Mr. Longbottom's daughter won't start until the year after next. Although, Professor Weasley's daughter will be Sorted tonight. So expect her to be much like her mother was."

"Wonderful. Well, at least she doesn't melt cauldrons then." Draco shook his head. He'd been here for only a few days, but he still hadn't seen his co-worker's oldest child yet. Probably a bushy red-headed little know it all. A bushy red-headed little Gryffindor know it all. Draco sighed, causing Severus to chuckle softly.

"And to think, Draco, next year your own daughter will be here under her father's watchful eye."

"She's already told me to leave her alone if there's someone under the age of 18 around her. Americans tend to be a bit brasher with their parents."

"So I've noticed. How are you, though, Draco?" Severus leaned forward, serious now. He worried about the boy he'd watch come to adulthood in the midst of battle. He was proud the younger man had discovered his own backbone, one strong enough to handle standing up to Lucius Malfoy, but he had still been nothing but a boy when he left England eleven years before.

"I'm...healing, Severus. I thought I could live as a Muggle in a Muggle's world, but I was wrong. I'm a wizard and I can't hide from it. Lilah started manifesting her magic when she was two, which scared the shit out of my ex-wife. Lilah was treated differently by her mother, because she was a witch. I had never realized how biased my own upbringing was until I saw the same thing happen to my daughter, in reverse, of course. Lilah's mother gave me full and complete custody. She wants nothing to do with her 'freakish daughter' and doesn't want to be reminded of Lilah while she looks for a newer, richer, normal husband." Draco sighed again, finally able to tell someone about his troubles with his failed marriage. If he'd told his mother, Narcissa would have Apparated to the US and hexed her daughter-in-law to within an inch of her life. And she'd have been happy to do it. Lilah may not meet his mother's standards of witchly behavior, but Lilah was still a Malfoy and one does not cross Narcissa Malfoy or one of her loved ones.

"I hope you can find what you're looking for while you're here, Draco."

"Me too, Severus. I hope I can help Lilah turn out better than I did."

"You didn't turn out so bad, boy. It just took you a bit longer to discoer what you needed to grow up." Severus smiled at his Godson indulgently, then returned to his professor persona. "Friday night there is a staff meeting. I've decided to tell you now, since I do not want a scene at the meeting; I'm placing you and Madame Weasley in charge of the Halloween celebration. I thought that maybe the two youngest staff members would be able to infuse a bit of life into the task."

"I hated the celebrations when I was a student here. Why the hell would I want to participate in one now?" He snarled at Severus. At least he'd be ready for his dunderheads in the morning.

"Spoken like the true head of Slytherin. Too bad, that's why I'm the Headmaster. I'm sure Madame Weasley will be able to give you a hand."

"I wish she would." Draco muttered under his breath, his face flushing as he remembered what he witnessed in her quarters. Severus cocked one eyebrow and used a bit of Ligilimency on him and and almost laughed aloud when he saw what the younger man was thinking about. Oh, he must be possessed by Albus! He didn't delve too deep, fearing the younger man would be able to feel his sifting through his memories. Severus resisted the urge to shift in his seat. He'd always known Hermione was beautiful and now he could see her in all her naked glory spread across her bed.

"I beg your pardon? I didn't get that."

"Nothing, sir."

"I will, of course, inform Madame Weasley when I see her at lunch today. RJ will probably stay in the village for his first day back at school."

"You sound affectionate, old man. Getting soft?"

"Hardly. I've watched both of the Weasley children grow up here. Hell, I was there when the boy was born and he is my Godson also."

"What happened to his father, to Weasley?" Draco got serious. He'd been in America when the incident happened and had been newly married.

"Your aunt, Bella. She cast a very destructive curse in conjunction with a potion that acts upon skin much like Muggle battery acid, but much more painful. Hermione was newly pregnant with RJ. As I was here with Adrianna, I did not see what Mr. Weasley looked like, but it was not pleasant. Auntie Bella got a Kiss for that, Minerva and I made damn sure of it." Severus' face hardened at the memory. Hermione had been a ghost of her former self for the first three years after her husband's murder.

"Good. I hated even admitting to being related to her." Draco nodded with approval.

"How is your mother, Draco?"

"She's doing well. She is relieved that I've returned to England and brough Lilah to live here. She and my ex-wife didn't get along." He said dryly, an understatement really.

"You mother was never as tolerant of Muggles as she could have been." Severus smirked a bit.

"It had nothing to do with her being a Muggle, and everything to do with her being a cold-hearted bitch. She hated Lilah's magic and refused me once she realized that I wanted more children. She couldn't bear the thought of having more 'abnormal' babies. When you asked if I wanted the Potions positions, I'd just received notice of my divorce finalization. I needed a change." Draco ran his fingers through his long silvery blond hair. Once the students were here he'd wear it in a ponytail as he'd done back in America.

"I'm sorry, Draco. I wish you'd been able to find your happily ever after."

"Happily ever after exists only a fairy tales. And those aren't real." He said harshly as he lurched to his feet. "If you will excuse me, I have to finalize the organization of my storeroom. The previous Potions master left it in a horrible disarray." He teased his mentor and headed out of the Headmaster's office. Severus laughed and returned to filling out the forms for the Ministry of Magic. At least there was a more competant minister than during the Dark Lord's final reign of terror fifteen years ago. Too bad there were still forms to fill out. He put his reading glasses back on and got back to work.


Draco entered his new classroom, memories rolling through his mind. He hoped to see Potter soon and make some amends. He'd have to remember to apologize to Weasley's wife for everything he used to say about the red-head and his family. The Weasley clan had less money than his own but they'd been closer and more loyal than the Malfoys ever had been. It's too bad that seven years of Hogwarts hadn't been enough to help him realize that. He sat at the desk Severus had for almost three decades and propped his dragon hide boots on the edge, crossing his ankles and leaning back in his chair. He sighed. he was home: Hogwarts was more his home than Malfoy Manor had ever been. he smiled.


A/N~~sorry that took so long, but things have been hectic here. Got my little guy out of the hospital and we all wanted to spend some time together.

thanks to everyone for the reviews and keeping up with the story! And the great ideas from some!....keep up the reviews and hope to have the next chapter up in a day or two

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