Hidden Meanings

cateye: I am glad I am not the only one that feels like that about Remus and Hermione, great as friends, but not as lovers, that's the same way I feel with Hermione and Ron as well. As for what happened to Hermione as a child - it gives a good reason why she has a fear of failure...

ccrawley: I agree they are bastards... Well, in fiction you can do what you want... and I wanted Hermione to feel slightly peaceful about it.

Chavela: Bad girl! Never mind, you've done so now... and thanks. Severus is sad, but he's also a bit of a prat in this story I'm afraid... I always imagined him to be shy and insecure. Not anymore... and you'll see why.

angel: Yes, one of the voices is the Dark Lord, I didn't exactly hide THAT fact did I? As for the other... well, you'll see.

mary: Poor, poor Severus... I'm making him miserable so that I am the only one that can have him, tee hee... it's not Pettigrew I'm afraid.

BuckyKattGirl: Yes, it is Severliscious' turn. And he'll get some don't worry. AS for Lucius stamina... well... hmm...

Dee Dee: As I said before, it's not Pettigrew. Sorry. He isn't the 'slippery friend!'

Citten: Good question, Citten. She wants to, but she's afraid, and we've seen Hermione clam up before when she's been scared at the most important moment... so, who knows.

Lady Darcy: Next chapter is here. And no, the other voice isn't Draco either.

There are three people who ISN'T the voice of 'the slippery friend!'... Draco Malfoy, Peter Pettigrew, and Ronald Weasley. Guess away!

All The Gangs Together

Severus was tossing and turning in his bed. A vision of Lily Thompson haunted his dreams and he felt that he couldn’t rest. She had not changed very much. She was still very sweet. She was about five foot five. She was petite and she wore glasses for reading. She had her auburn hair in a tidy French plait when he last saw her, and her hazel eyes were warm and kind.

Lily Thompson was just his type. He remembered her potions skills when they were younger and she was very good. If he was her teacher she would have received a few A’s from him at least, regardless of what house she was in. Mind you, he thought that he could eventually look past Hermione’s house, but he could never look beyond the fact that she was a Gryffindor.

Lily was beautiful then; and Black knew it to. Black had often tried to ask Lily out but she always somehow said no. Even Severus couldn’t understand that. He growled at the thought that Black could have succeeded. Wasn’t that the reason that Lily Evans ended up with James? Severus threw the covers off and walked down the stairs; scowling and fuming at the thought.

It was only recently that she had admitted to truly hating Sirius Black, and anyone that hates Sirius Black is good enough for him. He knew that Hermione didn’t enjoy Sirius Black’s company that often. As soon as he thought of Hermione he regretted it instantly. He just couldn’t believe what had happened to her.

He tried to get the image out of his head of a seven-year-old Hermione being – damn his overactive imagination. He didn’t need that disgusting thought to keep him awake. The way that she looked at him earlier, her eyes sparkling, and her tone warm and friendly, it reached deep into his soul and he felt like crying. But it would make him seem silly if he did, and she just sat there smiling.

Damn it! Why wasn’t she married to HIM? He’d wrap her up in cotton wool, bubble wrap and duvets. She would not be let out of his sight. If Hermione was his wife he’d let NO ONE near her. He hoped that Lucius was thinking the same thing, as he knew his friend could get rather possessive, a fact that he took great comfort in, then he had nothing to worry about.

He tried to get his thoughts back to Lily Thompson. He wished that he could devise a good enough reason to meet with her. Perhaps he should invite Neville Longbottom over to Spinners End and instruct him to brew a particularly confusing potion; a potion that Mr Longbottom would be guaranteed to screw up so that he could be admitted to St Mungo’s and ask her out as a patient.

Hermione Malfoy... her name didn’t seem right. She should be Hermione Snape. Stop it, Snape, she’s not going to ever fall in love with you even if Lucius were to drop dead tomorrow. He smirked at the thought, but then he shook his head. He was trying to think about Lily, not Hermione. It’s just that Hermione had almost seduced him before she married Lucius, the little minx! She had been uppermost in his thoughts and heart for too long for it to be tossed aside by the reappearance of an old school friend.

He walked up to the liquor cabinet and went to the bottle of Ogden’s Firewhiskey. He poured himself a good measure of the stuff and chucked it down his throat. He set the glass down and poured another one. He repeated this process until he was so drunk he fell asleep in his chair.

He was awoken by a rough shake and he opened his eyes. His vision blurred for a moment and then he was suddenly wide-awake at the voice that spoke to him:

“Honestly, Severus, I haven’t seen you for twenty odd years and this is how I find you?”

Instead of him having to go to Lily Thompson. Lily Thompson came to him.

~*~*~

Remus and Narcissa were sitting naked on the sofa in the library at Grimmauld Place; she was wrapped in the werewolf’s arms. He held her close to him and rubbed his hands up and down her sides. He placed a kiss on the top of her head.

“That was wonderful,” he sighed.

“It was rather,” she said. “I think that I’ve got the better man. I honestly don’t know why Hermione chose Lucius over you.”

“It was her choice, Cissy. Besides, what would have happened to you if she did choose me?”

“I’d have gone to Snape. Lucius suspected us two of having an affair. He got the wrong man, though.”

Remus laughed. She loved his warm chuckle vibrating through his body and echoing through hers. She was fiddling about with some of his brown chest hair. He inhaled her scent and smirked.

“I wish Sirius had told me where he truly was those times he snuck out,” he said. “Yes, I knew he snuck out to meet some woman somewhere. He wouldn’t have been Sirius Black if he hadn’t.”

Narcissa smiled demurely as she sat up. She pushed him down on the sofa by holding onto his shoulders gently. She kept her soft blue eyes gazing at him. She straddled him and thrust down on him. He grunted.

“What about Remus?” she asked, a corner of her lip suggestively. “What kind of man is he?”

Remus growled as he grasped her bum and pushed her forward; he raised his head up and placed his lips on hers and kissed her hungrily and passionately. His hot hands squeezed her pert butt and massaged the flesh.

She felt her nipples harden along with his. She noticed the look of great pleasure in his eyes. He pushed her forward. He growled as she bent down and nipped on his throat. He turned his head and returned the favour. She yipped and squirmed on top of him as he thrust deeper into her.

She sat up and impaled herself on him. He held her hips in his hands encouraging her to go harder and faster by gripping onto her. He saw her breasts moving up and down and they looked beautiful. Narcissa threw her head back showing him her entire body. Her stomach was nice with a slight mound. He contemplated the mound for a while before he positioned them so that he could suckle the mound.

He licked her warm skin causing her to gasp. He kissed around her belly button; it was whilst he was tenderly sucking her stomach that she suggested something to him:

“Lick my name on my stomach, Remus.”

He looked up and she wrapped her hands around his head with a fierce, possessive hold.

“Your wish is my command, my lady.”

He commenced on licking her name; making sure that at some point in each letter the tip of his tongue landed in the small crevice. She leant over so he could feel her soft breasts sitting on top of his head. When he had crossed the A with the tip of his tongue he raised his head and started wrapping one of her nipples in his tongue. She grabbed his hair and yanked him away from her nipple, and she descended her mouth onto his whilst she pushed down onto him, ripping away his last resolve and he moaned out in sheer triumph the name of Narcissa as she screamed Remus name.

He stroked aside her curtain of blonde hair and kissed her softly on her lips.

“Wonderful, again,” he said.

“BLOODY HELL!” A voice exclaimed.

Narcissa turned around and screeched. Remus picked up the throw of the sofa and wrapped it around them to cover their dignity.

“Hello,” Remus replied.

~*~*~

Hermione was as bad as Severus. She couldn’t sleep. The voices kept reappearing. It was clear to her that one of the voices was the Dark Lord, but as to whom the slippery friend might be, worried her. She wanted to tell Lucius what was happening to her every time she tried to sleep.

She turned to look at Lucius. The pale moonlight streamed into the room, and wrapped him in its silvery light. He looked so peaceful when he was asleep she didn’t want to wake him up with such a small worry. She didn’t want to worry him either. She was used to worrying for other people. God knows Ron never worried for himself. Even Harry didn’t worry that much.

She was also kept awake with visions of what that teacher did to her when she was seven. In truth those thoughts invaded her mind much more than she was prepared to admit. She could still hear his soothing voice telling her that he would hurt her if she told anyone of their little game. She was as good as her word until her mother confronted her. He did hurt her. He had hurt her so much. She was forced to identify him when a fellow inmate murdered him in prison. He was suffocated by several pillows and smothered by sheets. She was traumatised by the experience, and decided to hide herself in books. Books never talked, or hurt, and they never changed.

There was also a slightly mundane reason that kept her awake, her stomach wanted feeding, and it was not just any food that she wanted to eat. She wanted to eat buttered asparagus with chocolate ice cream. She glanced at her Adonis husband and smiled. She wanted to touch him but she was afraid that he’d wake up. She didn’t want to do that. She slipped out of bed and slipped her feet into her slippers that were placed by the bed. She walked to the door and unhooked her night robe. She wrapped it around her body and tied the belt good and tight. She opened the door and shut it quietly.

She snuck down the stairs and the kitchen where Dobby was sleeping curled up in the corner. He was holding a picture in his hand. Hermione craned her neck and peered at it. She smirked as she realised that he was holding a small picture of Winky. That was so sweet.

She opened the larder and found to her delightful surprise a box full of asparagus. She found a pat of butter, she grabbed a handful of asparagus and put them in a dish; she placed a liberal amount of butter on them and placed them in the oven. She switched the oven on and smiled.

She then walked over to the freezer and opened the door and pulled out a draw. She was trying not to be too loud, as she didn’t want to wake Dobby up either. She grabbed the carton of ice cream and found a huge bowl. She put spoonfuls of ice cream in the bowl. She then took the asparagus out of the oven. The butter had melted over the asparagus and the asparagus was still warm but crunchy, just the way she liked.

She licked her lips as she placed the bowl of vegetables next to the bowl of ice cream. She picked a stick of asparagus up and twirled it in her fingers before dipping it in the ice cream. She twirled it around in the bowl of ice cream and picked it up.

She regarded the knob of ice cream on the tip of the asparagus and shrugged. She opened her mouth and slipped it inside and bit into it. She closed her eyes with delight and moaned with pleasure. She was about to dip it in again when a voice murmured in her ear:

“Miss Scarlett, in the kitchen, with the asparagus.”

“Lucius?” she asked.

“The same,” he said. He stepped around and sat the other side of the table. Hermione noticed that his hair was all ruffled, and his eyes were drooping with sleep. He looked tired, so what was he doing up?

“What are you doing up?” she asked.

“I was about to ask you the same thing,” he said. “And, more importantly, what are you eating?”

She bit her lip mischievously. “Buttered asparagus with chocolate ice cream.”

“Why?” he answered. “And at this ungodly hour?”

“Because I can’t sleep,” Hermione replied. “And this is one of the reasons. My stomach and mouth was craving this. I hope to be able to sleep after this.”

Lucius rubbed his face with his hands and groaned. She had a craving, great! Narcissa didn’t have a craving, which was good. She smiled at him. Did he realise how absolutely sexy he was with his hair slightly fly away and his eyes smoky with the want to sleep? He smiled boyishly at her.

“You said one of the reasons,” he said. “What are the others?”

“I am having visions at what happened to me when I was seven,” she replied. “What happened after as well.”

“Is that it?” Lucius asked.

Hermione was about to tell him about the voices but Dobby snored a little louder, and it woke him up. He saw his Master and Mistress sitting at the rough oak table. She was eating asparagus and chocolate ice cream and he was looking at her.

“Is Mistress well?” Dobby asked.

“Yes,” Hermione said turning around to look at Dobby, “I am well.”

“Then why is yous eating that?”

“Pregnant women get something called cravings, Dobby,” Hermione said patiently. “They are different according to each woman and sometimes with each pregnancy. I happen to like asparagus, when otherwise I would avoid them.”

Dobby yawned and noticed his picture of Winky was on full view. His face went a darker shade of green, which was an indication that he was blushing. He tucked it under his scant covers. Lucius noticed the picture and rolled his eyes.

“Haven’t you asked her yet, Dobby?” Lucius asked.

“Master hasn’t given Dobby permission to go to her,” Dobby said. “Not formally, anyway.”

Lucius looked at Hermione and shook his head and groaned.

“All right, Dobby,” he said. “I, your Master, give you formal leave for half a day to procure thy bride and thou shalt not be punished for leaving the Mansion. Thou hast time tomorrow morn to take Winky, and marry her.”

Hermione’s eyes shined with tears. He grinned at his wife. Even more so when he noticed the shape of her craving, Hermione noticed his eyes liven up in a second. She blushed.

“Why do you think I wanted to eat it on my own?” she snapped.

He smirked dangerously. He stretched his hand out and stroked her cheek gazing warmly into her eyes.

“I’ve thought of some names,” he murmured. “How about if they’re both girls we call one Luciana, and one Lucia. And if they’re both boys we call the first one that pops out Lucius, and the second one Julius.”

“What if they’re boy and girl?” Hermione asked.

“We call the girl Luciana, and the boy Lucius.”

Hermione frowned. She had always been fond of names like Rhiannan and Brianny. She also liked the names Beatrice and Morgana. She chewed her lip but decided to remain silent, she didn’t want an argument with her husband at three o’clock in the morning.

“We’ll see,” she said. She finished eating her snack and smiled.

~*~*~

Harry was concerned. Ginny seemed very upset over something and she didn’t want to talk to him. They spent their nights staying awake in either one’s bedroom snuggled up in bed and talking about the future.

Ginny didn’t seem to want to talk about anything that had been going on during the day. Apart from the gossip of Remus and Narcissa kissing she was very subdued; for her. He held her in his arms and stroked her hair lovingly.

“What is it, darling?” Harry asked.

“Nothing, Harry,” she replied with a sigh. They had been like this for hours. It was almost four in the morning, and Harry had been rattling on about the dream house, with the dream number of children, and the dream job, but all she did was nod quietly, not even arguing, which was odd.

“Ginny, what has happened today? I swear if Malfoy has hurt you or approached you in any way whatsoever...”

Ginny sniffed and cried slightly. She was shaking.

“I heard something today that did upset me, Harry.”

“What?” Harry asked. “What has upset you, Gin?”

“It’s Hermione, Harry, are you aware that she was raped at the age of seven?” Ginny said loudly. She shook ever more so violently.

Harry was speechless. He had no idea that his friend had suffered that indignity. Hermione had never said anything or dropped any hint about it. She always seemed so calm, and so in control; she had a bright sunny smile on her face and never let anything get her down. She didn’t hate or blame anybody. And yet she had gone through torture at the age of seven.

“Who was the Death Eater?” he asked.

“It wasn’t a Death Eater, Harry, it was a muggle.”

Harry held his girlfriend tightly to his side.

“I bet that was the point that Malfoy showed his true colours?” Harry asked.

“Actually,” Ginny said, “he was angry as hell. You should have seen him, Harry. He was absolutely furious that someone had hurt Hermione. He even admitted that he didn’t really want to use me for the Diary nonsense and that he had never SOBERLY harmed children.”

Harry frowned, that seemed to go against everything he had ever thought of Lucius Malfoy.

“I bet Snape smirked at the thought, though.”

Ginny shook her head. “Snape actually wondered why she didn’t slap him in the face and call him a bastard. Hermione replied that it would not have done any good. He even asked her if she wasn’t in love with Lusc – er, Lucius, then she’d be in love with Snape.

Harry turned to his girlfriend; it must have been him hearing things. Ginny would never call Lucius, Luscious... she liked dark haired men for a start. He shook his head, he knew Ginny loved him; Ginny kicked herself for slipping that nickname out. She felt that it was one that was reserved for Hermione only. And since when did she start liking Malfoy in that way?

Harry placed his lips on hers forcefully. He couldn’t help it; he was a jealous young man. He had a Goddess in his arms and he couldn’t – didn’t – want to let her go. When he could he was going to have to have a serious talk with Malfoy about this. Ginny was struggling at first but found herself enjoying his rough treatment of her.

She lay on the bed staring up into the sparkling emerald eyes of her lover. She blushed as she thought of Harry gazing down at her passionately with fire burning through his soul. It was so hot it burnt hers to.

She spread her lithe legs apart and placed them over his waist. He laced his fingers through her burnished copper hair and kissed her again softly and lovingly this time. He’d make sure that any feelings Ginny might have had for Malfoy would soon dissipate. It worked like a charm. As soon as Harry began to ride her like he would a new broomstick she forgot all about that blonde prat, and enjoyed Harry as he finally gave in to his sexuality.

She stroked his back and ran her fingers through his messy hair and kissed him forcefully back. By the end of the night they would both belong to each other in a bond that not even a Dark Lord could break.

~*~*~

“Draco?” Narcissa gasped. “You’re supposed to be in hiding.”

“I was in hiding, and I was doing a bloody good job of it to,” he said. “But then I started hearing rumours. And none of them I was that happy with.”

Remus looked away from what would be his stepsons eyes if he played his cards right.

“What rumours were they?” Narcissa asked in her sweet winsome voice.

“Oh, I don’t know,” Draco said sarcastically. “Lets begin with how my mother lied to me shall we? Is my father really Sirius Black?” Narcissa nodded helplessly. “Is fa – I mean – Lucius really married to the Mudblood Granger?” Narcissa narrowed her eyes.

“That term has no meaning now,” she hissed.

“Yes, she is,” Remus answered mildly.

“Are they really pregnant?” he asked.

“With twins,” Narcissa replied smartly.

“My next question was answered when I arrived here,” Draco drawled. “It seems you have lowered your standards to that of a bitch, mother!”

“Don’t you dare talk to me like that, Draco, I have suffered for you. I stayed married to Lucius because I was afraid. When he went to Azkaban I was no longer scared. And don’t even think about hurting Hermione and Lucius.”

“Oh, I won’t hurt Hermione, mother. I am sure she’d be a good thing to possess.”

“Lucius won’t let anyone near her, boy,” Remus growled. “Neither would I.”

“As if I am afraid of you, Werewolf,” Draco spat.

“What about Severus?” Remus asked. “I believe Severus helped in the marriage of Hermione and Lucius, and he has become quite close to her.”

Draco’s haughty air immediately vanished. He could try and fight to get the Mansion back, but he knew that Lucius was a powerful enough Wizard through living with him for so long. He hated the fact that for once the rumour mill turned out truths. He could even try to tackle this Werewolf who had the audacity to have sex with his mother, but Severus... ah! Severus was a completely different mould of Wizard. He had killed Dumbledore before his very eyes. No, Draco sulked, it wasn’t going to be worth it if he had to fight Severus.

The fight out of him he sank into the chair opposite and just stared at the couple before him. It was obvious the Werewolf was going to be related to him one way or the other. He knew about him and Tonks, and he knew that he was related to the half-blooded moron.

“Fine,” he sighed wearily. “So, tell me, what else have I missed?”

A/N - OKAY the pressure broke me. You wanted Draco, and you got Draco... I wasn't going to have him in this story but you lot kept pestering, and so you got him... as for the voice of the slippery friend, I could give you a clue, but I'm not!