The legacy of the Diary

Legacy of the diary
By Luciusfan

Chapter 2 The Pensieve

Hermione was in a buoyant mood despite her first day nerves. So what if for the first time she was going to have to face a room full of students? She had the memories of last night surging round her system. Finally she had the man of her dreams – next to that, teaching Ancient Runes to giggling adolescents would be easy.

Her first class was second year Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff. ‘Good morning Professor Granger’ they replied when she had introduced herself and invited them to sit down. “Today we will be discussing Scandinavian techniques for rune casting…”


Hermione turned out to be a natural in the classroom, though she enjoyed the younger classes much more than the Seventh year N.E.W.T. group who called Hermione by her first name and reminded her that they had known her when she was head girl and they were first years. “Are you still going out with Viktor Krum, Herm…er… Professor?!”
“Ten points from Gryffindor!” It seemed so strange to say, but she knew that instant initial command of the situation was vital for long-term success.

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As her last class before lunch left the room she decided to hurry down to the dungeon in an attempt to see Severus before heading to the Great Hall. Waiting round the corner for a minute or two to check there were no students heading away from Snape’s dungeon classroom – the potions laboratory – she then headed down the corridor and put her head round the door.
“Hermione, come in!” His face lit up.
“No students?”
“No, I… er…had a free lesson…and…well…I need to talk to you.” The smile had faded.

Hermione swallowed hard, he seemed worried. “What is it?”
“I’ve been thinking. We should tell Albus…”
Albus – it still seemed strange, Albus, Minerva, Severus – using the first names that had been off limits to her just a few short years before.
“So soon?” Now it was Hermione’s turn to look worried.
“I think it’s for the best, anyway…I…er…asked him if I could talk to him before dinner. I didn’t mention you, just in case you disagreed. He seemed as though he was almost expecting it.”
“Strange, what did he say?”
“Not a great deal, just that he thought he might be speaking to me today but he would have to postpone it until after dinner, as a short notice governors meeting has been called at 6pm and he has to attend that.

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“It has come to my attention that there may be inappropriate ‘liaisons’ taking place between members of staff at Hogwarts.”
A gasp followed by a furious muttering circulated the table of assembled witches and wizards in the Great Hall. Lucius Malfoy stood at the top of the table, resplendent in his finest crimson lined robes, cane in hand and with a smug grin on his face.

“Inappropriate? To whom are you referring and what is your allegation?” Albus Dumbledore rose to his feet at the opposite end of the table.
“Yes Albus, I believe professor Snape has, shall we say, been more than welcoming towards his new colleague, Miss Granger.” He let out a little laugh but was cut short.
“It’s Professor Granger, Lucius!” Retorted Dumbledore. “And I hardly think that any relationship of theirs is anything to do with you, let alone ‘inappropriate’!”
Lucius stiffened, his smirk straightening to a thin-lipped scowl. “Surely Albus even you can see that an ‘intimate’ relationship between two professors cannot be considered healthy and ‘appropriate’ for the school.”
“I suspect, Lucius, it is as ‘healthy’ and ‘appropriate’ as having an ex-death eater as chair of our board of governors!”
“You know very well that Cornelius Fudge himself recommended me as chair…”
“I know very well that he used it as a bargaining chip in securing your full cooperation in the destruction of Voldemort.” With a swish of his robes Dumbledore sat down and the facing row of witches and wizards that had been watching the pair in a style akin to watching a tennis match turned to look at Lucius. Lucius retained his composure and air of superiority.
“Never the less, I demand to interview the two ‘professors’ concerned to gauge the level of impropriety and to determine for myself any threat this may pose to the school. This meeting is over!” Cane held high, Lucius kicked back his chair and strode out of the Great Hall.

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Hermione and Severus sat cuddled together on a sofa in Severus’ private study, drinking scotch and mulling over the first day of term. Both talked about their classes, avoiding the subject of having to talk to Dumbledore. Severus finally broached the subject. “We’ll have to go soon – the meeting will be over and…” There was a knock at the door.
“A student?” Hermione looked panic stricken.
“I shouldn’t think so. Quickly! Slip through to the bedroom!”
Hermione sat her drink down and soundlessly crept into the adjoinioom.oom.
“Enter!”

The door opened and Albus Dumbledore stood before the potions master, a grave look on his face. “Good evening, Severus. I believe you wanted to discuss something?”
“I…er…yes, please sit down.”
Dumbledore eyed the second scotch glass, “Will Hermione be joining us or is she going to stay hidden in the bedroom?”

Severus let out a nervous laugh as Hermione sheepishly appeared round the bedroom door. She came across to stand at her lover’s side. Severus slipped his arm around her, smiled at her encouragingly then turned to look at the old wizard. “How…er…how did you know ?”

“I know a great many things, Severus. But more to the point – how does Lucius Malfoy know?”
Hermione gulped, “Lucius Malfoy?”
Severus’ expression was one of confusion and anxiety. “What possible interest could he have in our relationship?”
“He seems to think it’s bad for the school. Rest assured, I do not. Now if you will excuse us Professor Granger, I must speak to Severus alone about something, it is most important.”

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Hermione made her way to her own rooms lost in thought. Malfoy? Why? Hadn’t he caused her enough trouble at school. He had no love for ‘mudbloods’ – maybe that was it. No, surely not. During her sixth year at Hogwarts he seemed to have mellowed following the downfall of Voldemort and had seemed almost ‘pleasant’ during his visits to school. In fact he had even spoken to her once and she had remembered blushing at the attention – he was a very imposing character. What did he have against her now? Or, was it his age old ‘friendship’ with Severus?

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“Do you have a pensieve?”
Snape looked taken aback. “Yes – I – why?”
“Just fetch it!”
Severus opened a cupboard in the corner of his room and carefully pulled out a stone basin filled with a swirling silver substance. Dumbledore reached into his robes and produced a small glass phial.

“I’m afraid Malfoy may know more than he is letting on and there’s something I need you to see. I’m sorry, it may be painful for you to witness but it is essential that you have all of the facts.” Dumbledore poured the silvery contents of the phial into the swirling mists of the pensieve then gestured to Snape.

Severus slowly lowered his face to the misty surface and as his hooked nose touched it, he was plunged, spinning into the blackness, and into the corner of the Gryffindor common room.


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Hermione Granger, 6th year and prefect was sat at a table in the deserted common room, quill in hand hunched over two feet of parchment, two thirds filled with her neat writing. Her mouth did not move but her thoughts seemed to fill the common room. ‘Gods! After 1am and I’m still not finished this defence against the dark arts essay – I know I’m heading for detention – I just can’t think what to write…’

Suddenly, behind her, as though having apparated, appeared Lucius Malfoy. Magnificent, in charcoal black robes fastened with silver clasps and holding his cane, he leant over Hermione, his long blond hair cascading onto her shoulder. Hermione turned slightly, her eyes half closing as she took in his heady scent.

“What’s the matter my dear? – A dark arts problem? You know I am the best wizard suited for that task. Or maybe you’ve been working too hard and just need a little, shall we say, diversion?” His voice was smooth and silky and he articulated last word slowly and deliberately. Snape could discern a cross between a sigh and a whimper escape Hermione’s lips.

Lucius reached over Hermione, to the parchment on the table, and waving a black leather gloved hand over it, the remaining third of the essay was completed.
“Mr Malfoy…”
“Lucius, please my dear!”
“…er…Lucius, thank you – what can I ever do to repay you?”
Coyly, her head turned and she gazed directly into the molten grey eyes of the strikingly handsome blond wizard.
“A kiss?”
“A kiss?! You know I’m still meant to be dating Viktor…!”
“Dating? An owl, once a week? Come, come my dear, you’re seventeen. You need more than that!”
Severus watched, seething, as Lucius bent over the young witch and delicately placed a kiss on her lips.

“Come with me.” He pulled off his leather gloves, laying them on the table beside the parchment, placed his cane on top of them then took Hermione by both hands, leading her away from her piles of books and towards a large fur rug in front of the roaring common room fire.
“What are you…? …I…but…!” Hermione began to protest.
“It’s your dream, my dear – let it go where you want it to take you.”

Lucius and Hermione sat down on the rug together as Severus breathed a small sigh of relief – as unsavoury as this was, at least it was apparently only a dream he was witnessing and not a real memory. He contemplated leaving but decided he needed to stay to see how things developed.

The blond and the young witch gazed at each other in the firelight – he reached his hand around her waist and pulled her towards him, with the other hand, he delicately brushed her hair back off her forehead. “What…” she began.
“Hush..” he brought a finger to her lips, “I know you are new to this, just take my lead.” He pulled his finger away, replacing it with his lips, gently kissing and nibbling at her full, red lower lip. As she relaxed, her mouth opened a little and he began to explore her with his tongue, his free hand now cradling her head, through her lustrous hair.

Hermione moaned then pulled away. “Oh, Lucius!” She began to undo the serpentine clasp on his robes as he unbuttoned her blouse to reveal a virginal white balcony bra – nipples, hard and crinkled, pushed against the fabric. Gently he slid one hand inside the bra, massaging the creamy white flesh and rolling the nipple expertly, eliciting a soft moan from Hermione. Her eyes closed and her head dropped back displaying a long slender neck. Lucius began to kiss – starting beneath her chin and working his way slowly down towards the breast that he had now freed from its cotton and lace prison. He took the nipple in his mouth and began to suck and pull at it with his teeth. Yelps of pleasure continued to come from Hermione, joined by groans of delight from Lucius. He pulled back, leaving the nipple hard and erect, and with more urgency, removed the open blouse and bra completely. He surveyed the bare breasts in front of him, his own arousal clearly evident.

Hermione opened her eyes, which now sparkled with desire. She began furtively undressing Lucius, undoing buttons, pulling off his shirt. Now on her knees, her hands explored his muscular chest and her mouth darted forward, taking his left nipple hard in her mouth. Lucius hissed with pleasure but then pushed her away, his mouth longing for hers, again their lips met, this time more frenzied as they seemed to devour each other.

Still lip locked, Lucius reached down, sliding the fabric of Hermione’s skirt up her thighs now slightly apart as she knelt on the fur rug. His hand moved under the skirt, cupping her womanhood. Hermione gasped and moaned with delight as the wizard began to tease her through the flimsy fabric of her thong. “Oh, Lucius, I never knew…”
“Shhh…” He brought a finger to her lips once more, then helped her to her feet.

Sinking to his knees again, he unzipped her skirt, letting it drop to the r, tr, then slowly he teased down the white cotton thong, running his hands down her shapely legs as he pulled the flimsy material down, allowing her to step out of it and once more stand, legs slightly apart. She reached down towards his belt buckle, but he stopped her. “Not yet!” His voice was commanding, but soft.

Nestling into her, he grasped her full buttocks, pulling her hips towards his face and reaching out with honguongue. Gently slipping his tongue into the inviting cleft he teased her mercilessly. Quivering and licking the full length- from the growing hard bud of flesh, awakening her senses, to the centre of the slick pink flesh and back again. Hermione moaned with delight, taking a sharp intake of breath each time Lucius found her sensitive clitoris. Involuntarily her legs opened wider, her head lolling back on her shoulders and gentle perspiration bespangling her skin.

Hermione began to shudder. “Please, Lucius, I need you inside me,…please!” Hearing the urgency in her voice, Lucius withdrew from her, dexterously removing his remaining clothes, he guided her to lie down on the fur rug where he gently parted her thighs, kissing his way up her abdomen, stopping briefly at each breast before moving up to her mouth and her open, panting lips.

Resting on one elbow, his other hpartparted her sex as he guided himself slowly inside her. Hermione let out a sharp gasp “Oh, yes!”
He placed both elbows in the fur now, steadying himself above her. Her hands reaching up to his hips, eager to urge him on.

Lucius began a gentle rhythm while Hermione’s legs wrapped around him. Her arms now reaching above her head, back arched and loins moving in time with her lover’s thrusts, a blissful look on her face, lit by the flickering common room fire.

Severus could feel his arousal growing despite his hatred of the man who was making love to his woman. Suddenly he felt a tug at the back of his head, the vision before him swirled and swam into the mists and he straightened up. Face to face with Albus Dumbledore.