Sinful Things

Author’s Notes: This is the sequel to Unforgivable Sins. George is left dying, broken and bleeding in the dungeon of Malfoy Manor, but someone has been looking for him. What will Lucius say when this person shows up on his doorstep and who will it be? I would like to point out that this story, like the one before, has not been beta's. It has been read through by me, and has been run through the spellchecker. I hope you enjoy this long awaited completion of Sinful Things.

Disclaimer: I don’t own, don’t claim to, wish I could.

As Lucius stepped out of the shower he could sense someone on the property; they must have tripped the wards. He sighed, knowing ultimately who it was, and patted himself dry with a towel. He walked out into his bedchamber and noticed that one of the house elves had laid out fresh, clean clothes for him on his bed. Taking care not to damage his silk shirt and trousers, he dressed and waited for the knock on the door.

The blond walked through the halls of his mansion and stopped in front of the huge ebony door which led to the front walk and courtyard just as a soft knock echoed through the hall. When he opened it he was less than surprised to see his former lover and friend Severus Snape standing before him. He looked like hell.

“Bloody hell Sev, what happened to you?” His voice was soft, the shock evident.

The dark haired man pushed past him and strode all the way to Lucius’ office and sat down on one of the velvet couches before replying.

“Someone dear to me has gone missing…” he made sure not to let on to the other man that he was looking for his lover, he knew it would make him more than jealous.

A smirk played at the corners of Lucius’ mouth before he answered, he knew the one his friend was seeking was safely locked down in the bowels of his very house.

“Ahh, I haven’t heard,” slyly moving closer to the other Slytherin, “And who, prey tell, is this….person….who is missing?”

Severus sighed and buried his face in his hands then replied softly, “My lover.”

When Lucius heard the words it was as if a dark cloud had settled over him. It wasn’t anything he didn’t already know, but hearing the words come out of Severus’ mouth made it hurt even more. Instead of losing his temper like he wanted to, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, “Your….lover…? I see. And whom would that be, exactly?”

Severus was desperately trying to avoid telling the blond, “No one you would know. I’m just looking for him and I thought….maybe since you work at the Ministry that you may have heard something about Geo- him,” he finished lamely.

Lucius wasn’t buying it. Not only did he know George was Severus’ lover, but he had also known the Potions Master would come looking for him. In fact, he had planned on it. But part of his plan would have to be rethought. From the looks of his friend there would be no convincing him to forget about the redhead.

The blond sighed and pretended to comfort Snape as he analyzed his previous plan, “There there, Severus,” he said as he changed little parts of his plan, “I’m sure you’ll find him….eventually….” He moved around more things in his mind and smirked with satisfaction, “Yes, maybe soon.”

Lucius stood and offered his hand to Severus, “Drink, Sev? I have your favorite scotch…”

Severus sighed and nodded as he allowed the aristocrat to pull him to his feet, “Perhaps one….or a few…Ok, five or more couldn’t hurt.”

The blond walked over to the bar and began to fix the drinks, sighing and turning back to Severus, “Please excuse me for a moment while I go get a new bottle.”

The other man didn’t even notice that he could have summoned the bottle, or a even house elf to get it for him, nor did he notice the man leave the room and come back a few minutes later with a smirk on his face. He was too upset and worried sick to even notice when Lucius poured something from a vial into his crystal tumbler before handing it to him.

Of course, if Severus had been in is right mind he would have first smelled the drink before slamming it back, but he was worried sick over his precious little Weasley. And what Lucius had slipped him was a very strong aphrodisiac that he wouldn’t be able to ignore the effects of.

Malfoy poured Severus another, adding more liquid from the vial, then sat with his own glass and sipped as he waited for the potion to work. In no time at all Snape was licking his lips and looking at Lucius like he was a starved man and the blond was a side of beef. Not long after that his mouth was latched onto the aristocrat’s as he ground their bodies together. All thoughts of George were gone with the wind and Lucius couldn’t be happier. Phase one of his plan was put in effect, but he would have to wait until Snape was sleeping to carry out the next part.

They slowly made their way to Lucius’ bedchamber, stopping now and then to throw each other up against the wall to steal kisses as well as gropes. When the two finally made it there, the blond ripped Snape’s clothes off his slim frame then threw him on the bed and began to kiss his way up the lanky body until he was completely covering the other. He dropped soft kisses all over his face and neck as his hands roamed the chest to play with nipples. A route he so fondly remembered but had been denied the pleasure of traveling for so long.

After a while he stood and disrobed, a smug look on his face at the longing expression he caught from his soon to be lover. Merlin he had waited so long to reclaim his love, so long planning and plotting of ways to get the slippery Slytherin back in his bed. Then, one day, a way just fell into his lap. Little Virginia, whom he and his wife had adopted to get her out of that wretched household known as The Burrow, had become his little angel. George had insulted her and had been punished; there had been no easier, nor more successful, plan than the one had he devised the day he kidnapped that Weasley from Hogsmeade. His revenge would be even sweeter knowing he would steal the boy’s love, the only love he had ever known, from him.

His clothes were a puddle of silk on the floor as he climbed back onto the bed and kissed up the raven haired man’s chest once more. He lingered on nipples, causing soft sighs and gasps to slip from the slightly parted lips. Then he did something he had never done for anyone but Severus; he held one of Severus’ hands in his own and guided it to his opening for the other to prepare him. Lucius summoned a vial of oil and pressed it into Snape’s hand, leaning in to whisper as the other groaned, “For you, my love, and only you.”

Malfoy moaned low as the first slender finger breached the tight ring of muscles and arched against the body below him as the finger crooked slightly and brushed his prostate; it had been so long since he’d had anyone inside him and he longed for it. Another finger was soon added and they began to move in a slow rhythm in and out of him as his erection brushed against the firm thigh between his legs. A third finger soon joined its brothers and continued stretching him but they were too soon removed, causing the pleasure to halt.

He looked down into the eyes of the only man had ever loved and brushed sweaty strands of hair out of his face as he raised himself up and straddled him, leaning in for another kiss as he positioned Snape’s cock at his entrance. Lucius slowly lowered himself, gasping at the slight burn from years of having no one inside him, and closed his eyes as Snape’s hands roamed his body with the familiarity of someone who hadn’t ever stopped touching him.

When he was finally fully seated, he opened his eyes to see Severus looking up at him with love in his eyes for the first time in years as well as lust. The lust could be accounted for by the aphrodisiac, but the love was something that had been there all along. He began to move slowly as Snape’s hands fell to his hips to help guide him as he moved, moaning softly at the forgotten feel of Lucius surrounding him. For the first time in years he couldn’t understand why he had given this man up and walked away from him.

They moved in tandem, Severus’ hand moving to slowly stroke the blond’s cock as their pace sped up. Lucius leaned in to capture his lips in a passionate kiss as they both neared their climaxes. Though neither of them was still young, they both lasted a rather long time. Lucius had indulged in sex with nameless male partners, not his wife, and Severus had been with George true, but neither had experienced the passion or pleasure that they experienced when with each other.

Finally their orgasms spiraled through them and they broke the kiss to moan as they both came simultaneously. But it wasn’t George’s name Severus moaned, it wasn’t even a wordless moan, he moaned “Lucius” which made the blond cum even harder. He knew he had already won, though he still planned to carry out the rest of his plan. He groaned “Severus” as his seed spilled over the long, pale, skilled fingers of his lover and collapsed on top of him while he caught his breath.

Lucius eventually rolled off Snape and they entwined their limbs, holding each other close, as they began to drift off, George all but forgotten. But the blond wouldn’t let himself sleep just yet. He took his wand from the bedside table where he had laid it when undressing and closed his eyes to cast a very ancient charm. The charm would cause Severus to merely forget his love with George and remember only Lucius’ love. What Lucius didn’t know is the spell would only work if Severus still felt enough love for him to willingly forget the Weasley.

Severus stirred slightly as the spell took affect and turned to nuzzle Lucius’ throat as the blond replaced his wand on the bedside table and smiled, pulling the other closer and finally falling asleep happy for the first time in what seemed like forever. The last thought he had before sleep overcame him was that he would have to take Severus down to the dungeons to see George sometime soon; perhaps tomorrow, if Severus’ love proved firm enough for him to trust the Potions Master wouldn’t leave him for the sniveling little twat.

Lucius woke to sunlight pouring through the windows of his bedchamber and Severus looking down at him with a slight look of confusion and renewed love. He sat up slowly and gently kissed the other then sighed and pulled him close. Severus finally found his voice and spoke softly into the silvery blond strands of his love.

“What happened last night, Lucius? I remember coming here to look for George and having a drink, then feeling love like it had been restrained for years and finally released….” He paused to look at the blond as the confusion drained from his features, “Someone stopped me from loving you and somehow I regained the lost feelings last night.”

Lucius blinked and searched the other’s face for some sort of understanding; this was a development he hadn’t expected. He had thought that his spell would make Severus love him where love had disappeared. Instead it caused a long ago cast memory charm, and a strong one at that, to be lifted. He was overjoyed that all these years Severus had actually loved him and neither had known, but he was furious with the person, of which he didn’t yet know the identity, that had cast this powerful charm over Severus to take him away.

“A….a what? But whom….? Gods, Severus, I can’t believe that all this time….” He sighed and pulled the dark haired Slytherin closer to him and clung to him like he could flee at any moment.

Snape bit his lip and looked at the angled features of the man he had so long loved. He had no answers for him, though there was only one man who was capable of such a charm, that man would also stop at nothing to make sure of his loyalty. So, in his own mind he knew Albus had done this to him, them, but he couldn’t bring himself to be too mad; of course he didn’t see the reason for taking Lucius away from him when he would have sworn his allegiance to Dumbledore anyhow and most likely brought the blond to the side of light with him.

“I don’t know, love, but we’re going to have to sort this out before I can go back to Hogwarts,” he turned the other’s face up to look into his eyes, “Will you be ok with me staying here for a few days?” He said hopefully.

Lucius gasped and pulled him closer, “I’d force you to stay if you tried to leave. You’re not leaving me again,” he looked up and said pleadingly, “Please tell me you won’t leave me again.”

How very unlike Lucius Malfoy to beg and plead or show any emotion outwardly other than disgust and loathing, but Severus Snape was the one man he had ever and could ever open up to without feeling vulnerable. Snape just pulled him closer, like he used to, and comforted him.

“No one, not even wild horses, could drag me away,” he whispered soothingly into the silver blond hair that was tickling his nose slightly.

Lucius sighed happily and molded his body to Snape’s for as long as the day would allow before having to get up, dress, and take his newly found lover down to the dungeons to see George. He decided now would be a good time to tell him about his prisoner.

“Severus, I have to tell you something, and I don’t want you to be upset with me. I didn’t do it because of you, but because of other circumstances that arose surrounding him….George Weasley is here in the dungeons of my Manor. I brought him here almost a week ago and tortured and raped him with the help of Crabbe and Goyle, but there was no other option. He had sullied the reputation of Virginia and I could not let it pass unchecked. He needed to be punished for what he sad about her,” he paused to gauge Severus’ reaction but the man just nodded and sighed, placing a gentle kiss on his temple near his hairline, “I will take you to him when you please, but I ask that we discuss something before hand.”

Severus kissed him softly and whispered, “I’m sure you did what you thought best, though I am jealous you fucked him. You’re mine and no one else’s now. Well, once again. We shall go see him after we have showered and breakfasted…” he eyed the other man for a moment, “Lucius, just how badly injured is the boy?”

The blond looked contrite, if that were at all l possible, and answered softly, “Well, he’s well on his way to being deceased if we don’t heal him properly soon, though I’m not sure he can even be properly healed…” He snickered softly and snuggled closer to Severus, “Not that I care much, though it would inconvenience me to have to rid myself of the body.”

Snape smirked and shook is head as he held Lucius. He had always found Malfoy’s love for torture, rape and blood amusing. The man’s love for other’s people’s pain and being the one to cause said pain, was an acquired taste that Severus himself had once indulged in. Of course, now, he wouldn’t do such things, but he wouldn’t stop Lucius, the man he loved, from doing it; to each his own.

“I couldn’t care less, personally love, but I know the Weasleys and the Headmaster would like the brat returned in one piece.”

The raven haired man hadn’t even stopped to think about the fact that his love for George had just seemed to fade away when his love for Lucius had returned. Perhaps those feelings had been implanted there when the other’s had been removed. Well, they had been covered up, not removed, but no doubt Dumbledore would have done it were it possible.

Lucius nodded and yawned slightly, placing a kiss on Severus’ lips before getting up and walking to the bathroom to shower. Severus watched his ass as he walked away and shook his head. They had just woken up and he was already thinking of shagging again; just goes to show how much he missed being with the blond bombshell. Snape followed him into the bathroom and climbed into the shower after him; he wasn’t going to miss one more moment with this man.

Lucius smiled and pulled him into a fiery kiss as his hand fell to Snape’s already hardening cock to stroke him softly, “Sev, I’ve missed you so much,” he pulled back from the kiss and began to nibble and suck on the other man’s neck as his hand sped up. Snape pushed Malfoy against the wall and pressed against him as he threw his head back and moaned.

As steam from the hot water of the shower filled the bathroom, the moans became louder. The two men, who had longed for each others touch for so long, were finally together once more and they were determined that this time no one would pull them apart. Dumbledore would pay for what he had done, of that Lucius was sure, even though he didn’t yet know it had been Dumbledore that ruined his life all those years ago.

The blond lifted one of his legs and wrapped it around the slim waist of this lover as Severus kissed and nipped down his neck. He ground their erections together and hissed at the newly remembered passion he used to feel while with Sev. Running his hands down the other’s body, the raven haired Head of Slytherin grabbed the leg around him and held it firm, pressing his hard cock into Lucius’ tight entrance, causing him to gasp and moan at the sudden entry.

His other leg found its way around Sev’s waist as he was pounded against the tile wall of the shower, the water cascading down both their bodies and heightening the sensual feelings of their love making. Severus buried his face in Lucius’ neck as he panted, licked, kissed and nipped the tender skin there, relishing every little moan and gasp that passed through the slightly parted lips of his lover. He lifted his head to nibble on the blond’s ear as nails scratched down his back.

“I love you,” he gasped out, “I always have.”

For the first time in many years, if ever, a tear rolled down Lucius’ face, though it would never be noticed seeing as it mingled with the spray from the shower.

“Gods, Sev, I love you too,” he whispered.

At that declaration, Severus sped up his thrusts slightly, savoring the feel of Lucius surrounding him once more. Although he had felt it last night, it was muddled and hazy by the aphrodisiac. Waking up he had felt the effects of the drug, and he had known what Lucius had done, but he couldn’t fault the man, couldn’t, wouldn’t, call him on it; because it had given him back something he had wanted for so long.

“Fuck…Sev…harder…unh…” the blond gasped out as his skilled lover moved in and out of him.

A smirk, which had been sorely missed, graced the raven haired mans face as he willingly complied with the pleading of the blond god he had against the wall. His thrusts became sharper, shorter, and harder as he grunted, both closing in on the pleasure of their climaxes.

“Mmm, no one but you, Luc, does this to me. Fuck.”

Lucius’ hands were grasping for purchase on the tile walls as Severus thrust into him repeatedly, not even thinking of the fact that he was quickly approaching his climax and his cock still remained untouched. Severus noticed, but decided, with a smirk, that the blond was going to cum just from having a cock inside him. After a few more thrusts, Lucius screamed his release, shouting Severus’ name as his seed painted their stomachs. Quite pleased with himself, Severus finally let go and emptied himself into his lover, moaning his name.

He let go of Lucius’ legs and helped him to stand as he laid his head on the blond’s shoulder to catch his breath. That was one hell of a fuck, something neither of them had experienced with anyone but each other, and a position neither had tried since they were teenagers. It just goes to show that no matter your age, if you want it, you can do it with a little bit of patience and a lot of need. Lust and passion, the spur of the moment, help as well.

After washing and drying each other, they dressed and walked to the dining hall hand in hand, smiling as if it were Christmas and they were small children waiting to greedily open their presents. They ignored Narcissa, which Lucius did every time he saw her anyhow, and sat next to each other as they ate breakfast.

Finally, after a few cups of coffee each and some eggs and bacon, Severus turned to Lucius, “You said there was something you wanted to discuss with me before we go to meet our…’friend’…”

“Ahh, yes. Well, we have to decide what we’re going to do with him. I mean, we can’t just let him leave here with the knowledge of what has been done to him, giving him the chance to go to the Ministry and get me arrested along with Greg and Vincent, now can we?” Lucius said then began to sip his coffee as if this were an everyday conversation. Of course, for him, it probably was.

Severus nodded and thought for a few moments, sipping his coffee as well, “Mmm, quite true. Can’t have the little twerp running around accusing you of things. Hrm,” he thought a few moments more when he got an idea. He glanced over at Narcissa then back to Lucius with a brow raised as if to ask if she were trustworthy.

Lucius smirked, “Anything that goes on here, she knows about, Sev. Has it been so long that you don’t remember?”

Narcissa snorted derisively, earning her a warning look from Lucius and a glare from Severus. She huffed and rolled her eyes before replying indignantly, “Severus, whatever is said within these walls is said in confidence. Just because my husband refuses to visit my bed, and hasn’t since Draco was conceived, does not mean I’m not loyal to him and that I don’t love him. The fact that you’re now back in our lives actually pleases me somewhat; you were always welcome here. I have never had a problem with you and, frankly, I’m rather glad it’s you and not someone else that makes Lucius so happy.” She finished, sipping her tea, which she preferred to coffee, sitting straight backed and elegantly as she always did.

Her husband smiled at her words, “Why thank you, love. I love you as well, thought more like a brother loves his sister. Mmm…” he thought about that a moment, “Right…Anyhow, what did you have in mind, Sev?”

Severus was still glaring at Narcissa who was smirking ever so slightly, “Yes, thank you so much for your permission to fuck your husband, Narcissa, I’ve no clue whatever I would have done without your blessing.” She snorted at this as Severus turned back to Lucius, “Well, I was thinking we give him a choice. He can either A) stay and die, B) leave, without his memories, including those about me, but without his injuries healed completely, leaving him in dire need of medical attention and most probably causing his death or C) if he thinks he can be trusted, leave with all memories intact and completely healed, so long as he never breathes a word of what happened to him whilst he was here.”

The blond was quite impressed, though he really shouldn’t have been seeing as wonderful plans such as this were one of the reasons he had fallen so deeply in love with this man in the first place, “Excellent idea, my dear Severus. That should be perfect. Come; let’s go inform him of his choices.”

They bowed to Narcissa on their way out, who just smiled sweetly (a little too sweetly), then made their way to the hidden door to the dungeons. Crabbe and Goyle Sr. were guarding the entrance, as usual when there was a ‘guest’ residing there. The two large men moved aside, nodding to Lucius and Severus as they passed, somewhat glad to see the look of happiness back on their friends’ faces. Down the stone steps they went, talking quietly and laughing. They had no idea someone was listening and had recognized both voices, the tone causing him to sink deeper into himself, lost in despair.

~*~

Ever since Lucius had left him for dead the day before, George had been in agonizing pain. But the pain wasn’t from his injuries; that had numbed hours before. His heart was breaking and he wasn’t sure Severus would be able to find him in time to save his life. He was sure the other man would look for him, they were in love, but he didn’t think Severus would try to look here. Why would his lover, or anyone for that matter, suspect Lucius Malfoy as the reason for his disappearance?

For hours he had lain there, wondering if someone would come to finish the job and kill him or if he would just be left to die from starvation and his injuries. His questions were soon answered, all of them. Would he be left to die? Would Severus look here? And find him in time? But the answers he got tore his heart into shreds; his lover was indeed there, and knew where he was. In fact, he was coming down to the dungeons to talk to him, but the noises he heard from the two men descending the stairs weren’t of rivals, or even enemies. They were the sounds of lovers. Gentle laughter, stolen kisses, soft moans when the pressure became too much and one was pressed to the wall by the other for a quick snog. He was at a loss for what to do, how to act, how he would get over this.

George cringed as they came into sight, Severus with his arm around Lucius’ waist and the blond mirroring the action. The red head gagged slightly on the bile rising in his throat; Severus was supposed to be his lover not Lucius’. His eyes closed as tears slid down his beaten, bloody cheeks, causing Lucius to laugh and Severus to snicker. At the sound of his love mocking him he looked up pleadingly. Before he could speak Severus beat him to it.

“You, Weasley, are here because you needed to be punished for something you did. Well, said rather. Anyhow, you have three options now. We can either leave you here to die then get rid of your body, creating an elaborate story as to how you got this way and make it so Lucius,” here he looked to the blond lovingly, “Is not implicated in any way. Or we can let you go. However, there are a few different options there as well. We can leave your injuries as they are and obliviate you so you have no idea how you got them and drop you somewhere. Your chances of surviving are slim to none should you choose that one, but there is another choice.” He leaned close to the bloodied red head and spoke clearly, “We can heal you completely, give you a story as to where you have been, and leave all your little memories of the whole experience intact. Of course, should you tell anyone what happened whilst you were here there would be dire consequences. You will, of course, be punished even more severely. In short; we’ll do everything that was done to you previously again then kill you. Or leave you to die. Whichever amuses us more at the time.”

Severus straightened and went back to Lucius, who nuzzled his neck and purred, “Well, which shall it be? We don’t have all day to decide and carry out the plans, so I suggest you think quickly and make up your mind.”

Lucius smirked as his lover spoke to the trash on the stone floor; he had missed this side of Severus. Only he had ever truly seen his lover when he was like this, so passionate, so cruel. He loved it. And planned on seeing much more of it in the future.

George just blinked up at them, tears running down his face freely. He couldn’t believe Severus, who was supposed to love him more than anything, was doing this to him. It was as if it had all been a lie and his whole life was now upside down. It was killing him and he knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that should he choose to get obliviated and returned to the outside world, they would somehow find a way to keep his memories of what he had with Severus intact to keep him in pain should he survive his injuries.

“Why, Sev? Why don’t you love me anymore? What happened?” He rasped out, his throat bloody and torn from screaming through his torture.

The raven haired man just stared down at him with a disgusted look on his face, “It was all a lie and I never knew until I arrived here last night. You see, years ago Lucius and I were in love. We spent every moment, waking and otherwise, together. We were inseparable. Unfortunately, someone saw fit to take my happiness from me and implanted love for someone other than Lucius in my head. You. That person, though neither of us is sure, is Dumbledore. He manipulated my life from day one and saw Lucius as a threat to his cause. The old coot probably figured that Lucius would turn me back to Voldemort in the long run. But what he didn’t know was that had I chosen to side with him, Lucius would have gone with me. Love does funny things. Of course, neither of us were aware of this spell that was put on us, well, apparently it was only put on me, until Lucius tried to force me to fall back in love with him when I arrived here. Love never dies, Weasley, but your precious Headmaster saw fit to try to kill ours.”

George couldn’t believe what he was hearing, but somehow knew it to be true. Somewhere, in the back of his mind, was a nagging memory, a long forgotten discussion with a manipulating Headmaster. He nodded his head in defeat and took as deep a breath as his battered body would allow.

“I think I know which choice to go with,” he said quietly.

Lucius and Severus both smirked and waited for him to finally make up his mind. George was torn. Did he stay and die, which was looking more and more optimal by the moment if the ache in his heart was anything to go by, did he leave and keep his mouth shut, risking more injury and a painful death should he let slip what happened, or did he lose his memories of everything, even his love for Severus?

The young man nodded once, then looked back up at his tormentors, “Obliviate me. I don’t want to take the chance of letting something slip. And you may as well take my memories of our love, Sev, because I’ll always try to find a way to get you back, even though I know in my heart it will never work and end up implicating your lover in the process.”

Both men knew this to be true and nodded slightly, agreeing with what he said.

“We’ll completely heal you and implant a memory of you going off and partying for the time you were missing. You’ll remember bits and pieces of our former...relationship,” Severus said with barely contained disgust, “but only enough to know we were fucking then amiably parted ways. We’re going to knock you out, and when you wake, none of this will have happened. Goodbye and good riddance.”

The last thing George saw before everything went black, was Severus smirking as Lucius raised his wand.

The two men worked quickly, not out of fear of being caught, but to once and for all have the whining little twit out of their hair. They poured potions down his throat, cast healing spells, then finally cast the spell that would cause him to forget as well as implant the new memories of what he had been up to while missing. Once they were finally done, they had Crabbe and Goyle transport George’s unconscious body to an unknown location, even to them for they wanted no knowledge of where he was being dumped, then retired to the study for drinks.

Narcissa joined them at one point, as did Virginia and Draco (who, quite disturbingly, were discussing marrying even though they were legally, if not genetically, brother and sister), and the evening passed quietly. All was well in Malfoy Manor.

Across the country in a deserted field, George Weasley finally woke. He remembered nothing but what they said he would and, even though he had been convinced beforehand that they would twist the knife a little more, had not even a twinge of hurt from no longer being with Severus. His memories told him they had merely been in a physical relationship, nothing more, and that they had parted ways for mutual reasons. All he could feel was well rested from sleep and a slight hangover, which Lucius and Severus had thrown in for a laugh.

George Apparated to The Burrow and grinned at his family, who had apparently been worried sick over him. He told them where he had been and what he had been doing, to which they all glared at him for not letting them all know he was safe. They asked about Severus and he just shrugged, saying they had gone their separate ways and there were no hard feelings. His family was a little wary to believe this, but he eventually convinced them it was true. They settled down for dinner, seeing as it was just about that time, and laughed and talked. Severus was never thought of as more than an Order member and friend again. All was well at The Burrow.

Eventually, Dumbledore discovered his plan had been foiled and, effectively, reversed. At first, he was livid, then he began to calm down once he realized the war was over and there was no need for him to worry any longer. Unfortunately for him, other people didn’t see fit to let him go unpunished for his misdeeds and he was severely punished. He was made to relive all the horrible things he had done in his life, which had been sporadically tossed in with all the good he had accomplished. The impact of all the pain caused him to lose his mind and he was indefinitely checked into St. Mungo’s, where he shared a room with Gilderoy Lockhart.

Seeing as the Headmaster had finally lost all his marbles, and Minerva was too busy being superior to everyone else to take over his position, or so she thought, Severus was appointed the new Headmaster of Hogwarts. He soon got rid of the sorry excuse for a professor Dumbledore had hired to hold the DADA position and hired Lucius instead. Who better to teach the defense of Dark Arts than someone who was proficient in the Dark Arts themself?

Minerva stayed on as Transfiguration and Deputy Headmistress, Flitwick stayed as Head of Ravenclaw and Charms professor, Hooch stayed as well, as did Sprout, and Draco Malfoy took over as Head of Slytherin and Potions Master, Lucius had turned down the post as Head of his old house, but the most amusing, and surprising, hire Severus made as Headmaster was Harry Potter. He hired his old student as Assistant Quidditch coach and professor as well as ground’s keeper, which is all Harry wanted so he could permanently live on Hogwarts’ grounds. Virginia eventually moved into Draco’s dungeon quarters and they married shortly after, to the disgust of some and the amusement of others. All was well at Hogwarts.

The years passed and George Weasley never remembered what had happened before his drinking and partying bender. Lucius and Severus never mentioned him again, not even to laugh at what they had done to him. Narcissa happily ignored the fact that she was horny and not getting laid until she went to Hogwarts one day to visit Severus, Lucius, Draco and Virginia, only to run into Harry Potter and start up a torrid love affair with him. Her family was accepting of Harry, despite their past with him, and he frequently joined them for drinks, dinner, family gatherings and holidays as one of their own. Life went on with no one knowing what had happened to George in the dungeons of Malfoy Manor, except, of course, the offenders. All was well in the Wizarding World.