Princes in Exile

Hi everyone,

Sorry it's taken so long for this update, but it's a loooong chapter, longer than I usually submit, but it's for a couple of reasons. First, it's a flashback and has a bit of the previously mentioned rape. Second, I wanted to make sure it worked when others read it. Evidently it made an impact on them.

Now for some good and bad news on my part. It's going to be awhile before my next update. If I can do it sooner, so be it. Good news: my son, Jonathan, is getting his Make-A-Wish granted this month and we're going to be going to NYC to the Pokemon USA...or something like that! So we're all getting ready for that and are quite excited. Bad news: my asshole ex-husband who hasn't seen his children more than a handful of days in the last 21 months filed for sole custody and I'm a nervous wreck. Thanksfully, the children don't want to go live with him full-time, but it's still a horrible situation.


So, on with the update, and please remember to leave a review!~

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It was the day they planned on consummating their 14 month marriage of convenience. Hermione sat watching Severus eat his breakfast, her stomach too unsettled for her to take in anything other than a few sips of coffee and a nibble or two of toast.

“I’m not going to throw you down to the tabletop and ravage you, Hermione. I have to go to work this morning, remember? Classes at University aren’t in session this month; stay home, relax, read a book. Don’t fret so about tonight. It won’t happen if you don’t want it to,” he reassured her bemusedly, buttering another slice of toast and handing it to her. His thumb rubbed her hand and he smirked when her breath caught in her throat.

“No! I want it, Severus. We’ve been getting as close as two people possibly can without sleeping together. I’m in love with you.”

“And I you, love. Don’t worry yourself. Why don’t you go back to bed after I leave and rest? I’ve ordered dinner prepared by Hogwarts House-elves, so all you have to do is… relax today.”

“Oh, Severus, you know how I feel about the House-elves.”

“It’s Dobby. He volunteered to come and cook dinner. If you get bored, there is a pile of First-year papers that need correcting in my study.” He smirked, knowing she would relax for about an hour before finding something to get into, and then she’d get too involved and forget to get ready for their night in.

“Well, that’s alright, then. You’ll be home right after your last class?”


“Unless some dunderheaded Gryffindor blows something up, nothing would keep me from returning to my wife on our honeymoon night.” His eyes flashed as she blushed so prettily. The blush spread down her fact to her neck and lower, descending into the ‘vee’ of her satin negligee. He couldn’t wait to peel it off of her tonight after feeding her dinner by hand, kissing the taste off her lips. He groaned and shifted in his chair, willing himself not to continue that train of thought; he had to get to school soon and it wouldn’t do for him to walk into his class with an erection.

“You could take today off and spend it with me?” Hermione licked a crumb off her finger, her tongue flicking out to lap the tiny piece of bread from her skin. He groaned again and closed his eyes, praying for relief.

“I can’t. There’s no one to administer the test they’ve been preparing for all week, love. I would if I could, you know that, right?”

“I know. I shouldn’t have asked. I’ll relax, clean up and finish moving my things into the master bedroom.” She smiled at him and reached for his hand. He squeezed it and brought her knuckles up to his lips, kissing them gently before releasing her. he stood quickly and dropped his napkin on the table next to his empty plate.

“I’m off. I’ll be back by four.” He ‘accio’d’ his briefcase and went around the table to drop a quick kiss to her raised lips, smiling down at her. a second later, he’d Apparated out of their kitchen and Hermione was alone in their three bedroom home, his renovated childhood home on Spinner’s End. At least they didn’t have that many neighbors.

Sighing heavily, Hermione cleaned the breakfast dishes. Even using old-fashioned Muggle means, the clean-up didn’t take long and she stood in her clean kitchen wondering what to do first. She had always hated holiday as a child and would rather have remained in classes unlike her friends. Of course, being the wife of a teacher, she now had a different perspective, but it didn’t help her overcome her dislike for being inactive.

“I guess this is as good a time as any to go through all those old boxes in the attic.” Grabbing her wand, she headed into the bedroom to change into sweats and a tank top. Then she headed up the two flights of stairs into the tiny attic Severus had shown her three months ago when they’d finally moved into the renovated house. She flung open the shutters and let the cool spring breeze in through the open windows and allowed sunlight to chase away the darkness.


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The attic was organized and clean by the time she realized she was hungry. Looking down at her watch, she was surprised to find that over three hours had gone by while she labored and it was just noon and time for lunch. She wiped her hands on her pants and gathered what she planned on bringing downstairs to show Severus, things that had been his mothers and might want to consider using in homage to the woman.

Humming a frothy, happy tune, she descended to the second level and left her booty in the extra bedroom, and then headed into the bathroom to clean herself a bit. She loved working, and was glad she’d spent the time today to go through all the stuff up there. Some of it had been weather damaged and ruined beyond even magical repair, but she hoped what she’d salvaged was viable. Especially the baby clothes she knew her husband had worn. Most of them had ‘SS’ hand-stitched into the fabric somewhere.

In the kitchen a few minutes later, she fixed a quick chicken salad sandwich with a small salad and a glass of orange juice, sitting at the table and slowly contemplating her evening with Severus. A flash of desire swept through her at the memory of seeing him undressed in the bathroom the night before, showering. He’d chuckled at her blush when he’d invited her in with him. Then he’d laughed outright when she left the room hurriedly. She had wanted to stay, but wasn’t sure how to make her desires known. She was glad they’d talked afterwards and aired their concerns with each other. Now, tonight they would consummate their marriage and live as a true husband and wife. She was happy he’d given her time to decide whether she wanted to remain married after Voldemort had been defeated.

She sighed and cleaned up after her small meal. If this was what housewives did all day, then she was in no way prepared to be one anytime soon. She planned on having her career and work for a little while before becoming a mother. Staying home was just much too monotonous.

A glance at the wall clock told her it was almost one o’clock. She’d go into the living room and get comfortable with a good book while waiting for Severus to come home for their evening. Another chill ran through her at the thought of sharing his bed for the first time. Smiling, she grabbed a Sherrilyn Kenyon novel and plopped down into the overstuffed couch to get comfortable. A few minutes later, Crookshanks had climbed atop her and Hermione was lost in the world of the Dark-Hunters.

As she turned the page half-way through her book, a knock on the front door startled her so much she jumped, knocking Crooks to the floor along with her wand and making her heart pound. She wasn’t expecting visitors today except for Dobby who wouldn’t have needed to knock at the door. She got up and looked out the peephole, a little shocked to see Percy Weasley standing out on the front stoop. She opened the door with a smile, pulling him into a quick hug.

“Oh my gods, Percy! It’s been months since I saw you. How are you doing?”

“I’m fine, Hermione. I had some errands to run on this side of town and thought I’d stop in. how are you doing? Professor Snape doing his job and keeping you safe and healthy?”

“Of course. He’s a wonderful man once everyone gets over their bias against him. I understand that’s hard considering how difficult he was to Gryffindors while we were in school. How’s Penelope?”

“She’s gone.” His face fell and Hermione wanted to pinch herself for her faux pas.

“I’m sorry, Perc.”

“She’s in Italy studying.” He smiled at her as she led him to the wingback across from the couch.

“Oh. Would you like something to drink?”

“A cuppa would be great, thanks.”

“Be right back.” Hermione headed into the kitchen, humming under her breath as she got the stove going in preparation of boiling water. Doing everything the Muggle way was still her second nature. She’d grown up that way and had to remind herself she was a witch sometimes.

“’Incarcerous’! Sorry, Hermione, but I have to do this. With the Dark Lord gone, well, someone is bound to take his place. I want to be on the right hand of my Lord when that happens,” she heard as she tumbled to the floor, conjured ropes binding her wrists and ankles tightly, her mouth gagged. He gave a short bark of laughter, a dark sound she’d never thought to hear from the stuffiest of Molly Weasley’s sons. “Actually, I’m not as sorry as I probably should be; this was my lord’s last command before Potter killed him but I was unable to fulfill. I should thank you and that annoying brat for killing him since the Dark Lord would have tortured me into the next week for failing. But I digress. I should kill you; I really want to kill you, Hermione. I mean, you’ve always been so much smarter, and you had higher scores than mine. But I’m not supposed to kill you, but leave you as a message for Snape, that filthy traitor!”

Hermione listened to his diatribe, his voice getting more emotional, and she could tell he wasn’t sane, but then he was a rabid Death Eater. Sanity wasn’t a priority in their ranks. She could see him pacing around her, making her dizzy. She closed her eyes, willing the tears to stop so she could think clearly and try to find a way out of this situation. With a twist of her head, she could see the clock: that it was too long until Severus returned home and Percy had over three hours to do what he wanted.

She mumbled an entreaty to him, but he ignored her, still walking around her. the air rustled near her head, and she looked over to see his blue robes fluttering to the floor, his shirt throw on top of them, followed by his undershirt then belt. Hermione closed her eyes and started screaming behind her gag, screeching as loud as she possibly could.

“Go ahead, Hermione. Your nearest neighbor is six houses down the street, and they’re gone to work. It’s quite convenient of your husband to have such an isolated home. Please thank him when he comes home later.” She could hear the smirk in his words. In that instant she hated him more than she’d hated anyone in her entire life. Dolores Umbridge hadn’t been hated as much as Percy Weasley. She wondered how he expected to walk out of here and not be prosecuted for his crime. And in horror she realized he was going to modify her memory, or ‘Obliviate’ her completely. Her screaming increased until his foot kicked harshly into her rib, cutting her off midway.

“Shut up or I’ll cut your tongue out. I’ve watched Harry and every time I thought he was going to fall, he rises back up, and now my Lord is dead.” He kicked her again, harder. She cried silently now, her tears pooling on the floor beneath her cheek.

Her screeching began again when he grabbed her hair and lifted her body up, putting her on her stocking feet to face him. Clad only in his underwear, an obvious erection tenting the material, he started pulling on her clothes, ripping them off of her at the slightest bit of resistance. She struggled, but after the fourth hard slap and taste of blood behind her gag she stopped. If his hand still didn’t painfully grip her hair, she’d have let all her weight fall to the floor.

Percy stripped Hermione naked, her shirt hanging in tatters around her bound wrists, bruises already blooming over her pale body. He rubbed himself against her, yanking her hair back as he licked his way up her cheek, from chin to eye, dropping a bit of on her cheek as he lifted his face from hers. His sneer was all she could see through her terror-filled eyes. Behind her gag, she started begging him to stop, her words muffled and garbled. He backhanded her, knocking her into the corner of the kitchen table, her head burning from the handful of hair he ripped out in his anger when he hadn’t let go. He threw the hair down on the table beside her, flipped her over to her back and slapped her again and again about her face and chest until she couldn’t feel anything more.

By the time he’d pushed himself closer to her, naked, she was numb, so very numb. She could feel his manhood pressing against her most intimate parts, but couldn’t summon up the energy to fight back against him. Her legs had been unbound and she hadn’t even realized it. She was beaten, bloody and paralyzed with fear.

She closed her eyes in supplication and turned her head away, tears rolling down her cheek, turning her blood pink, burning the cuts on her face with their salt.

“Open your eyes!” ‘Crack!’ His hand came down on her cheek again. She opened her eyes again, barely able to as swollen as they already were. She focused on the ceiling behind him rather than look him in the eyes. How could she have once had a crush on him so long ago?

She screamed then behind her gag as he thrust his manhood deep inside her without preamble, rending her virginity and innocence in one motion. He lay pressed against her intimately as deep as he could be, panting above her, resting a moment before pulling out as far as he could and slamming back into her. he repeated the motion over and over, so many times Hermione lost count, an endless stream of tears leaking from the corners of her eyes as she gazed at the ceiling, her vision out of focus, whether from her desire not to see Percy, or from her wounds, she couldn’t tell and didn’t care. She just wished it would end.

“Ugh!” A moment or an hour later, Percy grunted above her, his fingers digging into her breasts, painfully twisting her nipples, releasing his seed inside her. He rested above her then withdrew. He wiped his bloody member on her torn blouse then tossed it on her stomach carelessly. “I can’t believe the traitor never fucked you.” He grabbed her by the hair and lifted her boneless from the tabletop, dropping her to the floor like a rag doll cast aside by a careless child. She rolled to her side away from him, sobbing silently as he pulled his foot back and gave another savage kick to the small of her back.

Lights swirled behind her closed eyelids and she let Morpheus take her to oblivious sleep, away from all that had happened to her.


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Mina woke in a pool of sweat, her hands clenched into tight fists over her naked, heaving breasts. She looked over at her already awake husband, his black eyes glittering in the moonlight. She winced as she feels his hand rest on her hip and she sees him frown.

“You had the nightmare again.” It wasn’t a question. He knew she’d been in the throes of the nightmare that had kept her awake and terrified her for the first three years in America.

“It wasn’t as vivid as before, Tobe,” she whispers into the darkness. She makes herself breath slowly, relaxing and rolling into her husband’s embrace. His arms wrapped around her tightly and held her against his front.

Toby reached up and wiped her brow of the cooling sweat, kissing the back of her neck soothingly.

“I love you, Mina. Say the word and we leave, we forget about having received either of those letters.”

“We can’t. Jennifer wants to go, and we’ve been away long enough. Besides, maybe there’s a magical way of getting Seri to speak.”

“If you want a Dreamless Sleep Potions, love, just ask.”

Mina snuggled back against him deeper, squeezing his arm. “I’m fine, Toby. It’s just the added stress. I’ll be alright. The girls deserve their heritage, and I have to get over my fears. Let’s get some sleep before the twins get us up in a few hours.”

He sighed in her unruly hair, but didn’t comment further. They couldn’t live their lives in hiding with the girls. They would soon grow into their powers and need to be trained to handle them. And he and Mina needed to find a way to live without obsessing over the horrors of their past.

TBC....soon I hope

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