A Living Secret ~ COMPLETED

Author's Note: The reason this came up again is because I added a paragraph about Lucius' situation to this last chapter for clarification purposes. Thanks.

Final Epilogue

His eyes locked to Hermione’s face, Severus entered the witch slowly, letting out a groan of pleasure as he parted her with his girth, sliding into her soft warmth and wetness, her body shuddering at his intrusion, her amber eyes fluttering as the wizard’s hardness stretched and filled her.

“Yesss,” Hermione breathed, her arms wrapping around his lower back, her pelvis tilting deliciously, causing the wizard to let out another groan as Hermione began to wind around his cock hungrily, letting go, deciding this last time she would not be passive. He would feel her fire.

”Dear gods,” Severus gasped, his eyes rolling upwards for an instant as Hermione clamped down on him, rolling his cock inside her body. The wizard pulled back and thrust inside her reflexively, Hermione letting out a small cry, but continuing her movements, loving the feel of the Potions Master so deep and hard inside her.

“When did you learn to do this?” he gasped at the witch, stroking into her again.

”Just now,” Hermione moaned, rolling her hips in smaller circles, almost driving Severus wild as her softness rippled, clutched and pulled at him. He hadn’t even started fucking the witch yet.

“Keep doing it,” Severus hissed, lifting himself up on his hands and arching into Hermione, letting the witch do all the work as he stared down at her undulating body. She had to be the sexiest witch he had the pleasure of being with, her eyes closed, her lower lip captured by her teeth, a sheen of perspiration starting to form.

“You’re beautiful, Hermione Granger,” the wizard crooned to the witch, meaning every word as she worked her magic on him, “Exquisite…my gods…”

Severus lifted his hips and drove into Hermione hungrily, but not roughly, sliding through her heat, hissing at the sensation as the little witch fucked him. Never had a woman worked so hard to please him. It was always up to him to control the act, to break the first sweat. Not now. Not with Hermione. She was going for the gold, taking the wizard for the best ride of his life.

“Circe,” Severus grimaced, starting to thrust into Hermione rhythmically, his mouth dropping open as she received him, crying out and murmuring soft arousing words, egging him on, telling him how good he felt, how she wished they could stay together, how she wished he would let himself be loved by her. Hermione had no reason to hold back what was in her heart now as Severus flexed over her, his dark eyes passionate and full of wonder as he took her to the heights, her small hands clutching at his buttocks now, pulling him into her.

”More…more,” she breathed, “Fuck me harder…let me feel you, Severus.”

Too caught up to speak, Severus stopped long enough to slip his arms under her thighs, spreading the witch wide under him, then plowed into her lustfully, driving his cock between her thighs, his shaft squelching through her juices, her pussy sucking at him like a small, deep mouth, her body jerking roughly under his stroke.

Hermione knew nothing but the wizard on top of her, moving inside of her, driving, thrusting and bucking into the core of her need, hard, strong, his possession satisfying, his ache replacing her own as she bounced beneath him, wanting even more of him, wanting to fly apart because of him, broken and scattered by the power of his need for her.

Severus watched himself piston into the sweet, pink orifice between the witch’s thighs, his plunging cock glistening with Hermione’s juices, glancing up at her face for several moments, watching her shriek before returning to the erotic view of their bodies engaging.

”Kiss…me…Severus!” Hermione begged him, her voice breaking under the wizard’s stroke. Severus dropped to her mouth, possessing it, kissing the witch deeply as he continued driving into her, unable to stop, wishing this would never stop as she wound her arms around his neck, returning his kiss and moaning into his mouth. Hermione was so passionate, so deeply involved in their melding, in their connection. How in the world was he going to leave her alone after this?

Suddenly Hermione began struggling under him, and he stopped moving, pulling away from her mouth, panting, his body slick with perspiration, his eyes questioning as he forced himself to remain still.

”Let me on top,” Hermione breathed, “I want to get on top of you.”

Severus stared down at her and she felt him throb powerfully. She wanted control.

The wizard rolled to his back, releasing her legs, which had almost been pinned on either side of her head. Hermione climbed on top of him, straddling the wizard’s hips and grasping his cock in her hand and rather clumsily lowering herself over it, hissing as he filled her again. She stared down at him for a moment, then leaned forward, kissing his mouth gently.

”Can’t you stay with me? It doesn’t matter how young I am,” she said to the wizard, “I’m ruined now. Who will I find to love when I’m already in love with you?”

”Sssh,” Severus breathed, gently pushing Hermione back up to a sitting position, catching her by her waist and showing her how to move, lifting the witch up and pulling her back down rhythmically until she began to move on her own.

”Yessss. Yesss, that’s it witch. Lessons aren’t the only thing you learn quickly,” he groaned as Hermione clutched his shoulders and used them for leverage, pushing off of them and dropping down hard, gasping at the impact. She began to roll her hips again, rewarded by the Potions Master’s eyes once again rolling up into his head, his face contorting terribly as if in pain. But it wasn’t pain…it was almost too much pleasure.

“See? We can do this all the time, Severus…just like this,” the tempting little witch breathed, rolling her hips almost viciously, alternating between straight strokes and winding motions, the wizard almost crying out. Hermione was fucking the shit out of him. No witch had ever given herself to him with such abandon or taken from him with such unrepentant need.

Severus suddenly sat up, wrapping his arms around the witch and pouring on the power, Hermione’s face against his throat, crying out.

The wizard pulled back and locked his mouth to hers, absorbing her cries, drinking them down inside himself, losing himself in her voice, her taste, her scent and the feel of her inner body caressing him. Hermione tightened around him and pulled away, falling back, arching over his arms and orgasming, her heat pouring over him as she shuddered, trembling with the force of her climax.

“Yes…yes,” Severus breathed, pulling out of the witch and twisting her about until she was on her knees, then entering her from behind, arching over her back and driving into her with abandon, lost, starving, falling in. Hermione was all he knew and felt as if she were all he’d ever want to know as he rode her body, one arm circling her belly now, holding her up as he drew closer to his own corner of heaven.

Perspiration dripped from his body, wetting the witch under him, making her hot flesh slick as if oiled. Hermione’s hair was a mass of tangled ringlets, her voice becoming weaker as the Potions Master took all he could of the witch while giving her all that he was, his lungs beginning to burn and muscles starting to knot up. Still he didn’t want to stop…the sense of connection he felt to the young witch was addictive…Hermione was both the drug and the cure.

“Don’t let me go,” Hermione’s voice pled brokenly, “Don’t let me go, Severus. Please don’t let me go.”

The Potions Master wasn’t sure if Hermione was referring to his possession, or to herself…asking him to stay with her. All the wizard knew was her broken plea seemed to shoot straight into his heart so powerfully, he felt it clutch almost painfully

Severus fell to the side, drawing Hermione down and spooning around her body, his stroke becoming slow and reverent, his lips pressing against her throat, his hands gently caressing her body, soothing her as he brought them both back from the brink.

”I’m here,” he breathed against her ear, his body rocking hers as he continued his slow, deep penetration, his balls giving the tell-tale pulse that warned ejaculation wasn’t far behind, “I have you, witch.”

Hermione sighed and pressed back against him harder, her breathing easing as he kissed her neck and shoulders, still stroking into her body. She could feel his cock pulsing inside her and knew he was close to the end.

As his mouth moved over her skin and his shaft moved in and out of her body, Hermione turned her head toward him and breathed, “This is what it feels like when a wizard cares. I know it is. You can’t make me believe you don’t care, Severus. That you don’t want me. You do…don’t you? You don’t want this to end…do you? It doesn’t have to. I’ll be here whenever you need me.”

“Ssssh,” Severus said again, tightening his hold on her and speeding up, her words like a lash, driving him to the finish, Hermione’s voice breaking again as she felt him clutch her close and let go, his breathing harsh, then hitching as he stiffened and came, groans of pleasure punctuating each hot pulse as he buried his face in her jasmine-scented hair. Then Severus relaxed, his arms loosening, though he remained spooned around her, his chest rising and falling against her back.

They lay together in silence, the wizard deflating inside her body but making no effort to withdraw. Gods, the witch was good. So good. So accepting…so…Merlin’s beard…so unprotected!

Severus suddenly pulled out of Hermione and turned her to face him, his eyes wild.

”I didn’t cast a contraceptive spell,” he said, his voice catching as he looked down at her belly. It seemed to be rounding already, “I may have impregnated you.”

Hermione gave him a small smile and the wizard scowled at her.

”This is nothing to smile about witch, I assure you,” he said, “You’re too young to be a mother, and I’m not father material.”

For a moment, Severus wondered if Hermione had purposely let him proceed without a contraceptive spell to trap him. She was so determined to be with him. This was not the way to do it, however. She would find him cold and resentful if she trapped him into a marriage he didn’t want. How could he be so stupid…so caught up in his desire that he didn’t think to protect her?

“Severus, I am protected,” Hermione said, tapping her inner thigh with a fingertip. A round red circle appeared, “See? A contraceptive patch. I had Dobby buy it for me the day after my birthday. I hoped I’d need it again. Though the thought of having a child by such a brilliant wizard isn’t unappealing. At the proper time of course. Maybe even more than one.”

Severus’ heart stopped racing and he stared at the witch. Children? He never even entertained the idea of having little wand-wavers of his own. Curly-haired, bossy little girls, and sullenly snarky dark-haired boys….

Dear gods, what was he thinking?

Hermione tapped the patch again, making it disappear and snuggled into Severus, kissing him lightly on the mouth, then closing her eyes. The wizard settled back, his dark eyes resting on the witch, watching her breathing slow and become rhythmic as she fell into a sated sleep.

What was he to do with her?

A better question was what would he do without her?

He had a decision to make.


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”What?” Ron said incredulously as Harry told him about Hermione and Professor Snape’s engagement, “You have to be kidding me!”

Harry shook his head.

”No. I’m not. Hermione and Professor Snape are going to get married, although not right away,” Harry said, his green eyes resigned, “Professor Snape insisted on an engagement, to keep things between them legitimate and acceptable. He and Mr. Granger almost came to blows over it when he and Hermione went to London to her parents they were betrothed. Hermione and her mother had to keep them apart. I think it blew up when Mr. Granger called Snape a ‘filthy pedophile.’”

Ron shook his head.

“I can’t believe it. She’s going to marry him? She’s bloody nutters,” Ron seethed.

”She loves him, Ron. I can see it when she talks about him, even though everyone else thinks it’s gross,” Harry said, “But whenever Hermione thinks she’s right about something, there’s nothing anyone can say that will change her mind. And she believes Snape will make a good husband and…and father.”

Ron grasped his stomach.

“Stop now, Harry…or I’m going to bring up my lunch,” Ron said, sitting down on his bed a bit green around the gills. Then Ron’s eyes glazed.

”Do you think…think they’re still…shagging? Now that he’s got the DA position back?” Ron asked Harry.

Harry shuddered.

“Don’t make me even think about it, Ron,” he said, wincing.

Matilda Hagg decided to step down from the DA position once Severus was cleared and accepted back into Wizarding Society, though she thought she was the better teacher and told him so. Of course, Severus argued with her…despite the fact that she was probably right and he didn’t want to get into a duel with her. Matilda could be quite volatile.

When Severus asked her why she was leaving, Matilda simply gave him a smile with her beautiful teeth.

”I have grandchildren on the way,” she said, “And I am going to devote all my time to raising them ‘properly.’”

Severus could only imagine the Dark spells her grandchildren would know and utilize. The gods help anyone who crossed them. No doubt if they came to Hogwarts, they’d be Slytherins. Well, he’d see in eleven years or so.

Hermione returned to classes, and by the way Severus treated her in class, no one would know they were lovers or engaged. He took as many points from her as possible, since Slytherin was far behind in points, and Hermione was soooo easy to piss off, particularly because of their relationship, which Severus clearly stated had nothing to do whatsoever with their teacher/student relationship. He still loathed Gryffindor house. Just because he was shagging its princess was no reason for him to change his methods.

That was the first time Hermione hexed him, and hexed him good.

The Potions Master’s enormous nose grew even larger and remained that way a full day, the wizard unable to remove the spell because Hermione added her signature. It had to wear off. Luckily she had hexed him on a Friday night, fleeing through the floo to Gryffindor tower and warding it with her signature so he couldn’t follow. She didn’t see him until Sunday afternoon, when she was unceremoniously snatched into a niche behind a tapestry while on her way to the library.

That was the first time Severus “punished” her, and punished her good, a quickly applied silencing spell aiding him in his “correction.” Hermione left the niche walking as if she’d ridden a hippogriff for a week.

But, she was smiling.

She had her wizard.

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”This way, Mr. Malfoy,” an Auror said, walking Draco through a door and into a small room with a table and two chairs sitting on either side of it. Another door was directly opposite the first. Two armed Aurors stood on each side of it.

Draco looked relieved.

”I thought Dementors stood guard during visitations,” the blonde wizard said to one guard.

“They normally do, but for some reason…they refuse to guard your father any longer,” the Auror replied, “It happened about three weeks ago. Won’t go near him. It’s almost as if they’re afraid of him.”

Draco absorbed this and sat down to wait for his father, Lucius. He had been incarcerated in Azkaban since Draco’s fifth year, captured in the Ministry the night Voldemort tried to kill Harry.

The door opened and in walked his father, his gray eyes resting on his son soberly as he sat down. Draco stared at him.

”Father, why are you wearing a turban?” he asked him, wondering if he had joined some kind of religion.

Lucius wore a turban made from what was apparently a bedsheet. The wizard stared at his son for a moment, then his gaze shifted to the Aurors.

”Tell him you have your reasons and not to ask you again,” a thin voice lisped, “He will find out in good time.”

”I have my reasons, Draco. You’ll find out when its time,” his father said.

”Good…good, my loyal servant. Your days in Azkaban will soon be over,” Voldemort hissed, “And we shall rise again.”

Lucius gave a small, obscure smile as Draco looked at him, perplexed. Had his father finally gone mad?

No, Lucius hadn't gone mad...he had been possessed, become a host for the parasitic spirit of Voldemort until the despot could be resurrected. Three weeks ago, the Azkaban guards had come running when Lucius had a terrible seizure in his cell. They held him down as he shook violently and frothed at the mouth. Even the on-site healer couldn't stop his convulsions, so they waited to see if it would subside. It did, and Lucius was examined and given a clean bill of health. What had caused the seizure was a mystery, and Lucius took to wearing the turban afterwards. Basically, the guards believed his odd behavior was a reaction to having the seizure...a kind of quirk he developed. Initially they took it off him but found nothing out of the ordinary, so allowed him to wear it.

Too bad they didn't flip his long, blonde hair up.

”Now, tell me about the outside world,” Lucius said to Draco, his gray eyes glittering, “What news of that traitor Snape?”

”He’s to marry, Father. The mudblood Hermione Granger…it’s disgusting. They’re disgusting…both of them,” Draco spat.

“He’s to marry is he? Interesting. And what of Albus Dumbledore?” Lucius asked.

”He’s Headmaster again,” Draco said, “He fooled everyone. He and Snape. Voldemort had no idea Snape was a Horcrux. If he were so powerful…he should have known. He just automatically trusted him. It was his own fault he was killed…ugh!”

Lucius backhanded Draco, busting his lip.

”Don’t you ever speak of Voldemort that way again!” Lucius screamed at him in a rather high-pitched voice. The Aurors rushed forward and grabbed the struggling wizard.

”As long as you live, you will respect the Dark Lord!” Lucius frothed as the Aurors wrestled him back toward the door and through it.

Draco wiped the blood from his mouth. As he rose to leave, he was sure of one thing.

His father had gone mad. There was no other explanation for it.

At least not one anyone would suspect…until it was too late and Voldemort returned.

Then, there would be a reckoning such as the Wizarding World had never seen.

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A/N: And that is the end of “The Living Secret”. Or is it? Mmmbawhahahahahaaa! Lol. Thanks for reading everyone…and before you even start, I don’t know if there will be a sequel or if there is, when it will be written. Ending this story on my birthday was a real treat. Thanks for reading. ***