The Prime Princess

Atlantea soared through the Void, moving very close to Ancients Cruisers hunting down Odin and Osiris. Two great Hiveships were floating in the Void just underneath the vast Universe of Midgard.

“Titan is arriving shortly,” said Major Paris in her headset as Hermione looked out into the Void and thought about her loved ones. If this didn’t work, she wanted to say goodbye to them.

“Copy that,” she said and went to look for Saga who had come along to keep an eye on her. She needed to go back. At least it felt right. Yes, it felt right to say goodbye.

Hermione found her older and wiser doppelganger from the brig. She was just hiding away from everyone and when Hermione noticed her in the dark, she could swear she saw a bottle.

“Hey there,” greeted Hermione and concealed the fact that she had seen her drinking. “I was wondering if you could bring me back to that moment when I was still in St. Mungo? I… uh, wanted to see Lucius and others for the last time before I blow up this place.”

Saga stepped out of the shadows and smiled.

“Yes, I was already wondering when you’d want to do that. I can see the upcoming battle in space but also in your heart. I honestly don’t know yet which war are you going to win,” said Saga and guided her to a room where a Portal Platform was warming up.
***
“Well, who could trust a Malfoy anyway,” mumbled Ron and blinked his blue eyes when he saw that Draco was gone.

“Wha…”

“Sorry, boys, but something came up,” said Hermione softly as Harry stared the empty spot where Blaise had just been.

“Exactly what?” asked Harry and noticed the change in her clothes. Pansy eyed her also quizzically. People in the cafeteria hadn’t noticed a thing as Hermione looked around for a second and then leaned closer to griffindors.

“Dozen of Ancients Cruisers are on its way here. They found two our Hiveships and after they are done with them, they come here,” she whispered and hoped they’d understand. Harry only nodded. He was raised as a Muggle and knew these sorts of things by science fictional cartoons, comics and TV shows but Ron was mystified.

“And you know this because…”

“I have been gone for a week,” said Hermione calmly and watched the wonderment developing on Ron’s face.

“And Malfoy and Zabini?” Ron finally asked, getting his voice back.

“They are on Atlantea right now,” told Hermione.

“Hang on! What the hell is going on here?” demanded Pansy who had finally wakened up from her shock. “You start to talk weird stuff like it was something you do every damn day! Who is Atlantea? Better yet, what are these hive things and…”

“Pansy,” started Hermione and willed one of her dragon-headed wand to uncurl into her hand, “I really don’t have time to explain. Obliviate!”

Pansy blinked and looked at Hermione and then at Ron and Harry.

“Hi,” she said awkwardly, “Care to tell me why are we sitting here with them?” she hissed bitchily. Hermione only sighed.

“Stupefy!”

Pansy fell limp and collapsed under the table.

“That’s much better,” said Hermione and smiled broadly as two griffindors stared at her. “Sorry about that but she can be a pain in the ass.”

“Yes, I can see that,” agreed Harry.
***
Hermione stood behind the door of Room 113. She tried to come up with something original to say to Lucius. But how do you say to someone that you go to a war that no one knows it’s even going on and that you might never back?

With Lord Voldemort it hadn’t been so hard. She had just rushed in, killed some Death Eaters, kept her eyes on The-Boy-Who-Lived and hoped no one had seen her when she had added an ancient spell to Harry’s final curse to defeat the monster.

Somewhere in the back of her mind a song started to bug her.

How I wish I could walk through
The doors of my mind

Hermione leaned her head against the wood of the door and inhaled. She just couldn’t go through with it.

Hold memory close at hand
Help me understand the years

How I wish I could
Choose between Heaven and Hell

How I wish I would save my soul
I'm so cold from fear

She tried to will her hand turn the doorknob but it felt like a ton of bricks. She was so afraid of what might come and just wanted to run away from there and dive into the battle she had find to know quite well.

I guess it's time I run
Far, far away find comfort in pain
All pleasure's the same
It just keeps me from trouble

Hides my true shape like Dorian Gray
I've heard what they say
But I'm not here for trouble.

Far, far away find comfort in pain
All pleasure's the same
It just keeps me from trouble
It's more than just words
It’s just tears and rain

She had no choice anymore. She’d just step in or walk away for good. She could already see the world without him, without anyone in her life. It seemed easier than to walk into the Room 113 and face Lucius she really cared about. Cared? They had been lovers but she had cheated on him constantly under influences of mood swings. She was a lousy slut and she knew it now when she stood behind the door. She didn’t deserve Lucius or no one else. Yes, it was for the best if she’d just walk away quietly and never come back.

I am a horrible person, she finally understood but before she started to back away from the door, she heard a hearty moan from the room.

“What?” hissed Hermione as she clearly remembered that Lucius occupied the Room 113 all by himself. She reached out a hand turned the knob, pushing the door ajar. Few candles, making it look warm and cozy, lighted the room as she peered around the door to see the bed. And there he was…

Hermione swallowed a gasp. She hadn’t expected to find him in this situation. She knew they were close, very but she hadn’t really thought about what their relationship really was.

For a split second she wanted to close the door, feel a bit of jealousy and walk away but on the other hand she wanted to burst in and… and… well, she really didn’t know what would come next because she was already inside and on her way to the bed.

“Aahh, Severus, we have a gorgeous guest,” purred Lucius, lifting his darkened eyes to Hermione who was perplexed of their activities. Snape grunted and looked up. Hermione stopped in her tracks, not knowing what to say or even what to feel. She felt betrayed but that was only fair because of her own doings. She deserved it.

Hermione looked at Lucius. He was flushed, aroused and naked. His long blond hair a beautiful mess making him look like a fallen angel.

“I came to say goodbye,” she said quietly and turned around. Yes, he’ll be happy again. It really had been a mistake to come and she cursed herself for that. She had lost this battle.

“Mione,” said Lucius and rose from the bed. Snape melted into the shadows.

“Goodbye,” whispered Hermione and took a step towards the door but was hauled back by Lucius.

“No,” growled Lucius and crushed the frigid figure of her against his chest, letting his erection rub against her stomach. She didn’t respond to him, she just wanted to get out of there and leave these lovers alone. She had a world to save.

“I wont let you go now that I have caught you,” he said and hooked a finger under her chin to make her look up at him. “I love you, Mione. Never doubt in that.”

“No, I don’t doubt in that,” she whispered, “But I doubt in my love.”

“Why is that?” asked a low purr behind her and she felt Snape standing behind her. His hands came to rest on her arms and slowly slide down to her waist and over her hips, pulling her against his hardness.

“I… I,” she tried to say but Lucius kissed her, “I have no time for this!” she cried out as she ripped her lips free.

“No time?” wondered Lucius and held her captivated between him and Snape who pushed her cherry-black hair aside and licked a sensitive spot on the side of her neck.

“I… ah… have to be somewhere… oh, else,” she managed to say and felt someone’s hands tugging off her armor.

“No you don’t,” whispered Lucius huskily and spun her around so she faced hungry Snape. He was her Professor but at that moment that title was forgotten. She saw the need in his face and open desire for her and somewhere in her messed up memories she remembered fucking with him. But that hadn’t been her. No, it had been Cith Bane.

She tried to consider on telling Snape that Ancients were on their way to Midgard but his lips crashed on hers before she had a chance to say that out loud. He poured all the want into that kiss and Hermione felt her knees going weak.

Lucius tore off her hellishly sexy tactical suit she had once created using Calimea’s synthesizer. When cool air touched her bare skin, she clutched to Snape to keep herself upright.

“For so long I’ve wanted this,” purred Snape in a low murmur and looked down on her. She was so beautiful and his to take. Lucius came up kissing her neck and guided them back to the bed.

“How can I look at you in classes after this?” she asked and fell on the soft bed with him.

“With desire, I hope,” told Snape and smirked as he devoured one of her perfectly round tits.