Hermione's New World

Chapter 16: Some New Beginnings

AN: Thanks for all your reviews…sorry it took so long for this update but I finally finished my Ph.D.! So call me Dr. Avanell (LOL!). I write for fun/pleasure, so don’t mind the occasional grammar errors. Thank to all my other reviewers! I have to admit, I lost some of the edits to this chapter (I think) but wanted to get it posted.

Warning: Smut alert!

The first snow had fallen two nights before as Charlie Weasley made his way toward him childhood home, the Burrow. He had apparated to a safe point some distance away, just outside the protective shields set in place. The wards let him through, and he trudged through the thick, fresh snow.

Bill and Fleur were still tucked safely away at Headquarters, along with Mayla whom Charlie was desperate to be free from. She hadn’t come on strong for several days, and this left Charlie worried. He had seen the look in her eye a couple of nights ago, and knew she was up to something.

Even Fleur had voiced her opinion on this, and so Charlie decided to go “home” for a couple of nights. None of them were due for an assignment soon, as they were mostly busy preparing for Hermione’s potion.

“Mom? Dad?” He called out when he finally reached the door and went inside, heading straight for the fire which was lit by a spell.

“Charlie, is that you?” His mother’s voice called out from upstairs.

“Yeah, I’m here. Thought I’d come and spend some time with you, since things in Romania are pretty much on hold until…”

He didn’t finish the sentence, it wasn’t needed. His mother knew what he meant and soon came rushing down the stairs to engulf him in a hug.

“Mom, it’s only been a week!”

She slapped him on the arm. “But the past eight years you’ve mostly been in Romania, and I still miss you!”

“I’m fine, mum, really…I just wanted to come home for awhile.”

“Oh? You didn’t like that Mayla woman fawning over you?”

“Mom, I wouldn’t do that to…” He stopped before saying Hermione’s name.

She gasped. “So there is a witch that’s captured your heart! Oh, Charlie! I’m so proud of you!”

Charlie sighed and ran his hand through his thick, red hair. He knew he couldn’t hold off not telling her the truth any longer.

“Now, let’s go and get you something to eat while you tell me all about her,” Molly said as she nearly pushed her second son toward the kitchen. She immediately sat him down and went to prepare a hearty snack.

Within minutes a bowl of stew was placed before Charlie at the kitchen table. She sat down opposite him with her own bowl and waited.

“It’s Hermione.” He said quietly.

“Hermione? What…is she alright? Oh, no, something’s happened, hasn’t it! I knew that potion…” She started to get up but Charlie grabbed her arm.

“No, mum. It’s Hermione. Hermione is the witch I’ve been seeing.”

A look of confusion came upon his mother’s face, which then turned into surprise. “Hermione? But…but I thought…”

“We met at Cambridge, when I was on assignment last summer. Mom, I’m with Hermione…I’m in love with her, and Ron doesn’t know.”

Molly brought her hand to her face. “Oh, no! It wasn’t…I mean…this is wonderful but…”

“I know you’ve had your heart set on her being with Ron. But she doesn’t feel that way about him…I don’t think she ever…no, I know she never felt that way about him. She loves me. I know she does. And I love her.”

His mother was silent for a few moments. “Who else knows?” She asked quietly.

Charlie gulped. “Ginny and Bill figured it out right away. Fred and George found out by accident, and dad, well, we told him that night of the party just before school started. And Bill confided in Fleur when Mayla started flirting with me.”

Mrs. Weasley was shocked. “Dad knows? And he didn’t tell me?”

“Mom, I don’t know what to say. But we did ask him not to tell anyone…heck, we weren’t planning on telling anyone at all. It just sort of…”

“I can’t believe Arthur didn’t tell me!” She shouted. Charlie could swear he heard his mother then mutter “Probably enjoyed having a secret from me,”

“Mom, I just told you…we asked him not to tell anyone.”

“And that’s all? No one else knows? Not Harry?”

Charlie shook his head. “Well, I think Professor Snape knows.”

Molly rolled her eyes. “So Severus found out…oh, of course he did! He was sent to check on her…”

“What?”

“At Cambridge. Her first assignment. Albus wanted someone to see how she was doing and he must have seen the two of you. Although I never understood why it had to be Severus, I had offered to go but the old man seemed insistent that it be him.”

Charlie gulped again. Snape likely saw them together. Perhap he was that old man sleeping at the nearby table. But no matter, he had oddly received the man’s approval. He recalled their conversation at Headquarters. Yes, in an odd way he had.

“Well, since we’re on the subject, I guess I can show you what I was working on while cleaning the upstairs rooms. I found some pictures of Ron and Ginny at Hogwarts, and made a photo album. Hermione is in most of them as well. Would you like to see them?”

Charlie beamed. In all that had happened he had forgotten that Hermione had grown up with his younger siblings. “I would like that.”

Molly disappeared and in no time returned carrying a heavy tomb full of photographs. “I need to get back to work. Take your time,” She told him before departing again upstairs.

Charlie opened the book and was immediately shown a bunch of photos from Ron’s first year. Most were of Harry and Ron, but there were also quite a few that included a very young bushy-headed young girl. He smiled. She was adorable!

He turned the pages and almost stood up in rage upon finding a picture of Harry and Ron with a petrified Hermione during their second year. He winced. She had already been through so much during her friendship with Harry and Ron.

Third year he saw photos of Hermione with a large, red cat. The label on one photo included the name “Crookshanks” and he chuckled at the name Hermione had given the half-kneezle cat. He had gotten to know the cat quite well when he stayed with her at Cambridge, and knew the cat liked to roam around the castle.

He also saw a picture of the trio with Buckbeak, and then with Remus Lupin and Sirius Black. Of course, the world now knew of Sirius’ innocence, and still back then they had the courage to include him in a photo

Fourth year pictures came and he stopped cold when he saw pictures of the Yule Ball. Hermione was dressed in a beautiful dress and looked ravishing. He couldn’t believe that a fourteen-year-old could look so beautiful. But then he noticed who her date was. Victor Krum! Why hadn’t he ever heard of this? Hermione had gone with Victor Krum, the world’s greatest Seeker?!! A memory of Ron calling the seeker names flashed through his mind. He’d never paid much attention to why his brother suddenly hated the professional quidditch player, but now he understood.

He went through the rest of the album and had just finished at the time his father arrived home.

Severus had been called to a Deatheater’s meeting earlier that day and was now meeting with Dumbledore. Tonks and Rosalyn had gone to his quarters to prepare his tea, to which Tonks cast a warming spell on. When she’d turned to leave, Rosalyn announced that she would stay and wait, to make sure the Professor drank it or in case he had other wounds to care for.

Tonks gave her a sly grin, then left the woman alone.

Rosalyn climbed onto the couch and helped herself to a glass of firewhiskey, and picked up a tomb to browse through. It was a history of potions from the middle ages to the current age, and she found it much easier to read than “how to” books on magic.

She waited while reading for over an hour, and then fell asleep.

Severus returned after discussing things with Albus for over two hours. He was exhausted and in pain, not to mention the Deatheater’s meeting had left him severely aroused. A new female had been inducted; several of the other members had sex with her in front of everyone.

He had held back, as he was not attracted to her. Not to mention she was a former student, and the Dark Lord agreed that his own position in the school was reason enough to not be tempted. He had had his way with enough of the other female Deatheaters in the past.

He saw her as soon as he stepped into the room. He slammed the door behind him, causing her to jump awake.

“I have your tea…” She started to say, but he cut her off.

“You need to leave.”

“But I wanted to see if you’re alright.” She protested.

“You can’t see me like this.”

She stood up and walked over to him, looking for signs of pain. He was going to need more than one batch of tea. His robes were torn and there was blood on them. She saw a few gashes on his arms.

“Please leave. I don’t want to…”

“Don’t what to what?” She demanded.

With one swoop of his legs he was on her. He kissed her fiercely, his arms holding her own tightly. “See how I am right now? I am clearly aroused and you are the only one that can break me.”

She gasped, but then did something that shocked him. She wrapped her arms around him and kissed him savagely. They fell to the couch, Rosalyn sitting on top of the Potions Professor. She quickly undid his robes and then his shirt while he did the same to hers. She pulled the rest of her garment off, leaving his to stare at her purple, lacy bra. He pulled one cup down and latched his lips on her breast; she moaned and threw her head back.

“No, not like this.” Severus said breaking the passion.

“But I want…”

He lifted her arms and carried her toward his bedroom. “No, this time we’re going to do it right. I want you, Rosalyn, this is your last chance to leave.” He stopped outside his bedroom door and waited for her response.

She held his face with one of her hands. “I want this, too. Make love to me.”

He muttered a word and the door opened, then he carried her to his bed which had green satin covers. The four-poster bed was framed with dark wood. He muttered another word and candles lit up around the room. He gently laid her down and did another spell to discard their clothes.

He looked down at her taking note of her body this time, as he hadn’t been able to that fateful night so many years ago. Her beautiful hair looked like a fire as it willowed over the pillow and onto his sheets. Her skin had a natural tan to it, just like Hermione had. Her breasts were full and plump, as most women who had given birth. Her curves alone made him harden, and he noticed her private area was full of beautiful brown hair…not trimmed, not shaven like some women he knew. But he wasn’t thinking of them now. No, he could only stare at the woman laying before him.

Severus was hard. It was the first thing Rosalyn noticed when their clothes suddenly vanished. His skin was pale, and his body was lean with finely toned muscles. A few hairs were sprinkled above his chest and then disappeared until the line on his belly that led to his manhood. He was huge. She hadn’t really thought of the pain she’d experienced those years before, not having had a man so large before. And it wasn’t something she could think about when her memories returned, not after just losing her husband. But that had happened over two months ago, and she had found herself more than attracted to the man who had given her Hermione.

Severus leaned over her body as he climbed on the bed. He kissed her passionately, his hands touching her stomach lightly before wandering up toward her breasts. She moaned into his mouth as he slowly circled his fingers on one nipple. He caressed the soft breast and brought his head up and kissed her. He deepened the kiss, but then the nights previous events came back and he knew he wouldn’t remain calm long.

She sensed his pain and aggression. She knew he was holding back as he kissed his way down to her other breast. He sucked on it lightly.

“Don’t hold back…” she whispered, “I want it the way you feel right now.”

Severus was stunned. But he began sucking on her breast more urgently and slid his hand down from the other breast to her womanhood and inserted a finger. She was already wet to his delight, and he began pumping his finger in her.

Rosalyn writhed on the bedcovers, her back arching to let is fingers go deeper. He pumped harder, inserting another digit and soon she came onto his fingers. He withdrew them and put them to his mouth. He tasted her. “You are the sweetest tasting woman I have ever pleasured.”

Her cheeks tinged but she boldly reached up to taste him. Tongues waged a fierce battle and he climbed on top of her and prepared for entrance. His cock slid in easily, but she was tight. Very tight. She screamed out in pleasure upon his first thrust, and he pumped into her viciously as he pushed her legs out wide. A moment later he sat up and muttered a spell so that her lower body lifted to give him a better angle. He thrust in and out, taking his member out as far as he could without slipping, and pushed harder and harder so that she was screaming out her pleasure. When she finally came he immediately followed, spilling his seed deep inside of her.

Her body was still convulsing as he slid down to taste their coming together. She watched him and thought it was beautiful, the way he slowly took in their spillings. He then moved up to capture her lips once more, his body convulsing as the pain started to return. She tasted their release and never realized such an act could be so wonderful. But she had noticed his pain and stopped to smile at him. “We must take care of you…the pain, I mean…”

Severus agreed and lay down beside her, watching as she got up and slipped on his robe that had been laid by his bed on a chair. He did not mind. He thought it was sexy. She left the room, leaving him to his thoughts.

He had taken her violently their first time, and he marveled that she complemented his every move. She was equally as aggressive, even rolling him over to ride him. After they both climaxed she went to kiss him, but could tell he was still in severe pain. The sex had helped, but he needed the tea. They got up and she gave him the full batch which he quickly drank, then they went to his bath. The tub was the size of a Jacuzzi, and they bathed together, afterward he told her which salves to put on his wounds. She cared for him tenderly, and then they returned to his bed and made tender love all night long.

Ron was walking Luna back to the Ravenclaw Common Room. They passed a shadowed alcove and she pulled him toward it.

“What?”

“Why are you so resistant?”

“I dunno…”

“I want you Ron. I know you slept with Susan last night. I saw you.”

“It was just…I’ve been…I don’t know why I chose her.”

“Because she wanted you, but not the way I want you. I’m yours…if you want.”

Ron leaned down and slowly kissed her. It was like heaven. Not like Susan, who had kissed him hard and torn off his clothes and then her own. He continued kissing Luna, forgetting about Susan. Luna was different. She was like Hermione…well, not really, but he liked her yet he loved Hermione.

He deepened the kiss, feeling himself go hard. Luna groaned. He brought his hand up and slowly caressed her breast. He then fumbled a bit with the opening of her robes, and brought his hand to cover her bra covered breast. He hadn’t taken his time with Susan, it had all been hurried after dinner in an abandoned classroom. Susan had made her offer, and within a minute he was thrusting deep inside her. A minute later, it was over.

But Luna was different. She was sweet; he enjoyed spending time with her. He did not want it to be a quick shag.

“I can’t, Luna.”

“It’s Herm…”

“No, it’s not. I just don’t want to treat you like a slag.” He kissed her again, groaning at the feeling in his pants. He would have to take care of it later. But something else was stirring in him, and he knew Luna was worth taking a chance. “Luna, will you go out with me?”

She stared at him with a dreamy expression, forgetting her opened top and hugged him. “Yes, Ron…I’ll go out with you.”


The Deatheaters were sitting around drinking firewhiskey after a long, splendid evening being tortured by their master – their one and only master. Of course, Lucius and Severus, his two favorite Deatheaters, had helped the master deliver their punishment and expectations for their children to be marked coming soon. Said children were expected to be brought to the Dark Lord at the next meeting, where the master was going to give them a first initiation.

Of course, there had been some fun at the meeting…a new female recruit was brought in to the delight of many. But now a number of them had apparated to the Parkinson Manor to lick their wounds and drink.

Goyle Sr. was not having such a great time that evening. Over the past few weeks, something had been bothering him. He wasn’t the brightest of the bunch, not that many of them were any brighter, and it had taken him long enough since the failed attack on the Grangers. The Dark Lord had punished them severely that night, but had spared Goyle Sr. some since he could tell the man knew something. And he was confident that the man would tell him as soon as it came to him.

Goyle Sr. drank the rest of his third glass and promptly poured another. That’s when it finally came to him. The woman. Mrs. Granger. He had seen her before…

Next chapter: Mayla puts her plan into action!