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Harry is sitting on Severus’ thighs, his hands are parting Sev’s cheek, he is watching his cock slowly move in and out of his husband, some cum dripping out. He’s been keeping his pace slow and steady for the past few minutes, enjoying the feeling of being inside his mate again. He keeps this up for a few more moments before slipping out. He watches the gaping hole, trying to grip air. He keeps the cheek parted, bends down and licks around Sev’s open hole before tonguing him. He groans, he loves the taste of them mixed, and he can taste his cum from his earlier release.
Severus moans, he loves it when Harry eats him out, he loves it almost as much as Harry fucking him. He wiggles his butt, moaning when he feels Harry’s tongue deeper inside him. He is in bliss, he feels like his body is floating, he is high on endorphins. Harry could ask him to turn their house pink, and he would agree. He sighs when Harry turns him around, groaning when Harry’s warm mouth engulfs his cock. He puts his hand on Harry’s head, guiding his movements, Your mouth feels so good.
Harry bobs his head up and down, You taste so good, he palms Sev’s balls while he keeps sucking on the head, his tongue running over the slit, licking up the precum. He places a kiss on the top of the head before he sucks Sev’s ball into his mouth. He gives the other the same treatment, then he moves up Sev’s body and kisses him.
Severus sucks Harry’s tongue into his mouth, crossing his ankles behind Harry’s back, his hand squeezing Harry’s ass. He feels Harry enter him again; he is so loose that Harry can slide in without problem. He lets out a long moan when he feels Harry hit his prostate spot on. He strokes Harry’s back, lifting his head for another kiss, while he pulls Harry in deeper.
Harry starts to thrust faster. They have been making love for hours, both having cum more than once, and he feels that he is getting close to his final orgasm of the night. He buries his face in his husband’s neck, panting into Sev’s ear while he pounds into him. He feels Severus rake his hands over his back, he bites down on Sev’s shoulder, not hard enough to break skin though.
Severus whimpers when Harry bites his shoulder and hits his prostate again. He is oversensitive, and he kisses the side of Harry’s head, wrapping his arms around him. He tugs on Harry’s hair, their eyes locking before they share a passionate kiss. He moans into the kiss when the friction from their bodies moving against each other sends him over the edge, spilling between them.
Harry breaks the kiss; his cock is getting deliciously squeezed by Sev’s inner muscles. He thrusts hard into Sev a few more times before he stills, his seed spurting deep inside his mate. He collapses on top of Severus, whose heart is beating as fast as his. He is gulping for air, Blimey, I think my bones are gone. He waves his hand to clean up their mess. One time, they forgot and woke up sticky; it was unpleasant.
Severus chuckles, carding his hand through Harry’s sweaty hair, then he notices a soft light settle over them, “It worked. I am pregnant.” He hugs his mate tighter. This is their first time trying for a child; he is not surprised it worked the first night they were trying.
Harry kisses him fiercely, “I can’t wait to see you pregnant with our child.” They have been bonded for eight years, and they decided to start a family. He slips out of his mate, making Sev wince, then wraps his arms around his husband. He strokes Sev’s flat stomach, looking into his eyes, “I love you.” He places a kiss on the stomach, “And I love you too, little bean.”
Sev kisses the top of Harry’s head, “I love you too.” The past eight years have been the best of his life, and he is forever grateful for Harry asking Lady Magic to judge him, or he would not be here, but instead he would be dead and be missing out on so much.
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“When do you want to tell them we are expecting?” Harry asks Severus after serving him some tea. It’s been five weeks since they conceived, and Harry likes to talk to Sev’s stomach. He kisses the side of Sev’s head, “I want to know what we are having.”
Severus sips his tea, he takes Harry’s hand in his, “It will become pretty obvious when I decline firewhiskey after we get back from our vacation.” He sips some tea, “You can cast the spell. I, too, do not want to wait.” He puts the cup down, “I do need to stop brewing the more dangerous potions. Some fumes are harmful to the baby.” Severus has his own potions business; he works from home, and the basement is his potions lab, where he can brew and invent potions. He has made a name for himself, and he is on his way to becoming the most renowned potions master. Everyone wants his potions because they are the best. He is glad that he has help, the Weasley twins are down in his lab more often than not, helping him invent or perfect potions. Some of their products are a collaboration between the three of them.
Harry chuckles, “That would be a dead giveaway.” He casts the spell, a blue light emitting from Sev’s stomach. He gets up and places a kiss on the flat stomach. He looks out of the window. He enjoys their yearly vacations; this year, they spent the summer in South Africa. After he finished Hogwarts, Harry decided to turn Potter Manor into an orphanage. He also learned more about elemental magic before he decided what he wanted to do with his life, and for the past six years, he has been teaching potions to small children at the elementary school Reggie and Tom opened. He also helps his husband with his business when he is not working at the school.
Severus finishes his tea, “We will tell them at the meeting,” he gets up, “We have a meeting with Babajide Akingbade in an hour. We should get ready.” He looks at Harry, “We'd better shower separately. I do not wish to be late.” He abhors being late.
“I can be quick,” Harry walks over to him and kisses him quickly and hard, “Don’t you want me to run my soapy hands all over your body?” He kisses him again, “Rub our wet bodies together?” He loves it when they shower or bathe together.
Severus leans closer to Harry, “Later, love.” He would love nothing more than to make love to Harry, but they tend to get carried away and lose track of time; it is easy to get lost in Harry.
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Molly is wondering how her children are doing. She hates to be here in hell; she does not deserve to be here. She hopes that Ginny succeeded with her plan to ensnare Harry. Her daughter would make a good Lady Potter. She still believes this whole mate business is made up and that Snape is using poor Harry. Albus would have known if it was true. She hopes he escaped his charges.
Death appears next to her, “Ginny is dead. She is in a cell next to you, not that you will ever see her. She’s been dead for almost a decade.” He thought it was time to visit Molly Weasley and tell her a few things.
Molly shrieks, “Who are you? And what do you mean, Ginny is dead?” This man, or whatever he is, creeps her out, “My dear Ginny is alive and probably Lady Potter by now.” This is the hope she has been holding onto all those years.
Death chuckles, “I am Death, I personally sent your daughter through the veil, it was very satisfying to do so. I rarely enjoy taking someone over, but I did with her. She’s a Dark Lady thanks to you. The potions you took to conceive her turned her into one. She also had a black heart, foul creature she was. She was also a whore, but you know that already. What kind of mother lets her underage daughter sleep around? She also married Dumbledore.”
Molly explodes, “WHAT? WHY WOULD SHE MARRY HIM? SHE WAS SUPPOSED TO MARRY HARRY!! AND GINNY WAS NO WHORE! HOW DARE YOU?”
Death silences her. “She was, but you can keep denying it. A list of names of the people she slept with was published. Many were furious to have been tricked into sleeping with an underage girl. As for her marriage, well, she signed the illegal contract you and Albus wrote. Their marriage was part of their punishment. Sadly, you were already dead and escaped punishment. You would have died, if you are curious.” He stands taller, “I am here to rectify that,” he hates that Molly never suffered any consequences, but he has something in mind for her.
She cries, “My poor baby. She didn’t deserve this!” She hates that she couldn’t be there for her and support her through what must have been a difficult time for her baby girl.
Death snickers, “Ginny and Albus also had sex. Ginny had a choice: die or marry and have sex with Albus. She chose to marry and sleep with him.” He sees the look of disgust on Molly’s face and laughs, “Oh, she hated every minute of it. I made sure she couldn’t mentally escape and think about one of her numerous conquests. I made sure she stayed present for the whole time it lasted.” He clears his throat, “Enjoy the rest of your stay.” He will make sure that she sees glimpses of her children's lives. He knows it will pain her to see them all thriving and missing out on their lives. She will hate being absent and not sharing in their fortunes. And most of all, she will hate that she is never mentioned, and she will be furious that Narcissa Malfoy has taken over the grandmother role.
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Draco is saying goodbye to his last patient. He leads the man out and goes back to his office, “I know you are here.” He sits down in his chair and waits for the person to show themselves.
Chloe leaves her hiding place. “How do you always know?” She loves her uncle Draco, who always transforms into a wolf and lets her cuddle with him when she feels cold. She always feels cold, even during summer.
“Magic,” he puts his papers away and sees her roll her eyes, “I could see your shadow on the floor.” Chloe visits him at least once a week after his working hours are over. She started doing it two years ago. Kreacher always brings her here.
The seven-year-old sits down on a chair, “Can I stay with you and Remmy?” She likes to stay with them; they have their own beach, and she likes to swim in the ocean.
“If your parents are okay with it,” he sees her nod. Chloe has been staying with them a lot over the years. He hands her a lollipop, “How are your brothers and sister?”
“Fine, Orion is only crying and popping, and Adrian is starting to walk. Celeste is with Auntie Cissy.” She unwraps the lollipop, “When are you and Remmy having a child?” She has been asking Uncle Harry the same, and he told her when the time is right.
Draco chuckles, “Why?” He makes sure everything is securely locked before they leave. She is not the first one who has asked him that. It seems like he gets asked at least once a week.
“Because I want a cousin.” She puts the lollipop into her mouth, it’s apple, her favorite, “Can we go to Honeydukes?” She swings her legs back and forth, “Or that one shop in the muggle world?”
He shakes his head, “Not today.” He gets up and holds out his hand, “Let’s go.” A moment later, they arrive at his home. He and Remus renovated and remodelled one of the Shafiq properties to their liking, and they have been living here for the past five years. It is close to the ocean on one side and borders a forest on the other side.
Remus hears an apparating noise and goes to meet his husband. He sees that he is not alone, “I see you brought home a stray.” He picks Chloe up and kisses her cheek, “You staying for the weekend?” She nods, and he puts her down, “Go change and then you can help me make dinner.” He watches her run off, then pulls Draco in for a deep kiss, “How are you?” He puts a hand on Draco’s stomach, lightly stroking it.
Draco puts his hand over Remus’, “We are fine.” They decided to start trying for a baby on his birthday, and two days later, it worked. He wraps his arms around Remus’ neck, kissing him softly, “How is your book coming along?”
“I am making some headway,” Remus has become an author, but at the moment, he is in a funk, not really knowing which direction to go. He has published several books and made a fortune in both worlds. He sees Chloe coming back, and he holds out his hand, “Let’s go make lasagna.” He knows it is her favorite, “And we can make carrot cake for dessert.” He gives Draco another quick kiss.
“Awesome,” she says and follows her uncle into the kitchen while Draco goes to change into more comfortable clothes. He passes what will be the nursery and looks inside, a small smile crossing his face. Remus already painted the nursery in light yellow. He closes the door and heads into their bedroom, the smile never leaving.
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Everyone is back in the Chamber of Secrets, it has become their official meeting place, and they regularly meet here. Tom made sure everyone could access the Chamber from their homes to avoid coming to the school every time they met. He is looking at his family. The past six years since Ginny’s death have been peaceful. They have been revamping their world to catch up with the other countries, and while there are some who criticized the changes, most welcomed them, finding their lives now a bit easier. “Any news to share?”
“We are pregnant,” Draco, Remus, Severus and Harry say at the same time. The four look at each other and laugh.
Reggie lets out a loud woop, “I bet that you both would announce your pregnancies today. The way you kept looking at Orion, I knew it was just a matter of time before you were preggers.” He walks over to them and hugs each of them, “Congratulations.” He turns to the others, “Pay up. I need to fill my candy stash back up.” He knows that his daughters like to eat from his stash instead of their own.
Tony claps his cousin on the back, “Bout time, enjoy it while they are small and rely on you. Before you know it, they have moved out, are married and have children of their own, and you are a grandpa.”
Steve rolls his eyes, “Ignore him, he loves to be dramatic,” he hugs them, “I know a good place that sells excellent maternity clothes that grow as your belly grows.”
“Your sex drive is going to increase,” Tony quips, earning groans from everyone.
The others congratulate them too, suddenly, Tom laughs, “That was the secret Chloe, and you had?” When Chloe came back home, she had this smile on her face and told them she knew something they did not, and that she was sworn to secrecy.
Draco nods, “We told her when she asked me why I was not drinking any wine during dinner. We told her, and we did inform her we were gonna wait to tell you till today.”
“What did you bribe her with?” He knows his daughter; she never would have kept quiet if Draco and Remus hadn’t promised her something in return.
“A trip to Honeydukes this weekend,” Remus tells him. He looks at his godson, “So who is pregnant?” Sadly, he himself can’t bear children; they both got tested before they tried for a child, and that is when they found out, the wolfsbane potion he had taken for decades made it impossible for him to carry children, even if he took the pregnancy potion. Draco, on the other hand, can conceive children naturally due to their bond and creature status.
“I am,” Severus answers, “I am older than Harry, and I can only carry children to a certain age. We decided that I would have the first two or three, and Harry will carry the others.” They decided that they want at least four children. He hugs his godson, “We can complain about swollen ankles together.” He is glad he has someone else who will be going through the same as him at the same time.
Draco chuckles, “And eat weird food together.” He nudges Harry, “When is your child due? Ours is in march.” He has been picturing their child a lot, he hopes they have Remus’ eyes, he loves Remus’ eyes.
“April, do you know what you are having?” Harry asks them. He is happy for them. Remus is not the down and depressed man he met in his third year; his godfather is happy and worries less now. He doesn’t feel burdened by the past anymore.
“We decided to wait until I am about six months along to find out,” Draco tells him, “What about you?” He has a feeling that they are going to have a son, but he doesn’t really care; he just wants a healthy baby.
Harry wraps an arm around his husband, “We are having a boy,” he kisses his husband’s cheek, “We already bought some stuff.” He was surprised at how tiny newborn clothes are, but also cute.
Narcissa walks over to them, “We are all going shopping next week.” She is happy to finally become a grandmother to her own flesh and blood. Bill and Charlie’s children have been calling her gama for years, and she feels honored to be filling that role. She has only been hinting at Draco for the last two or three years, and now she will make sure they have everything they need.
Luna smiles at them. She knows that this is the start of a baby boom that will take over Britain. Magic has been recovering, finding the balance again. She looks at her wife, they also talked about having children; they just need to choose a donor.
Pansy smiles back at her. They have been married for four years, Tom bonded their souls, and they have the same connections as he and Reggie. She looks over to Daphne, who is sitting between her husbands; the three got married last year. Asteria fell ill and was slowly dying, and Daphne wanted to wait for her wedding until her sister got better. It took Severus and Darcy over four years to come up with a cure for her illness, but they did in the end, and their cure has saved many lives since then. She looks at Theo, who is talking to Grabbe, “We should ask him to be our donor.”
Luna kisses her cheek, “I agree.” She leans her head on Pansy’s shoulder. She hasn’t had a vision since Ginny died. She hopes this is a good sign for the future.
Lucius clears his throat, “Amelia called me earlier, Smith’s appeal got denied, and he tried to break out of Azkaban and find Granger in the muggle world. He is dead.” Smith has been trying to fight his sentence for years; his father disowned Smith after Smith tried to hire an Auror to kill Draco. Smith never could accept the fact that Draco was chosen over him as the Hufflepuff heir. His thirst for revenge was the only thing that mattered to him, and it cost him his magic and his life.
“I know, Death told me,” Death has been dropping in for tea quite frequently over the years, which amuses Draco greatly. Death keeps them up to date with stories about Ginny and Molly in hell. The she-weasel is miserable and hating her afterlife. She is being ignored by everyone and she has an itch she can never stretch. Her mother is forced to see her children strive without her and looking in from the outside. He sits down, addressing the twins, “How is Ron?”
Fred hands him a cookie, “He is good. He is dating a girl; she is a squib.” Ron has been living in the muggle world for the past two years and hasn’t set foot into the wizarding world since. Whenever they meet, they go to him.
“She knows about what happened, and told him if he ever reverts back, she will dump his sorry ass,” George tells them. He likes Katey, and she will be good for Ron; he is really a different person now. “Where is Blaise?”
Theo snorts, “Still hiding.” Blaise slept with the wrong lady, and it created a scandal, and Blaise has been lying low for the past three months until it blows over. They all told him his sleeping around would land him in hot water, but he ignored them. Theo himself has been focusing on his law career, and he doesn’t have time to date anyone; he also doesn’t see the appeal of settling down.
Tom is looking at Neville, “Ready to teach?” Neville will be teaching the first four years, and Pomana the other years. Filius told him he will be stepping down within the next two years, Pomona will take over as headmistress when Filius retires, and he will ask Professor Sinistra if she wants to be deputy headmistress. He has no intention of being headmaster just yet.
Neville rubs the back of his head, “I am nervous, to be honest. I know I have my mastery, but I never dealt with a classroom full of kids before.” Tom gives him some tips, and the rest of the evening they spend catching up.
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Hermione is browsing the shelves of the public library. Her life over the past decade has been hell. She is still cleaning up animal dung and living with her grandparents. Her parents won the lottery, and instead of paying off her debt and taking care of their only daughter, they moved to Australia and left her behind, not giving her a dime, washing their hands of her. They told her they lost everything because of her and that Hermione needs to pay for what she has done and accept responsibility for her own actions. She hasn’t seen them since their move years ago. She hates them for abandoning her. She saw pictures of them happy and smiling, she should be with them!
She is looking through philosophy books when one book catches her attention, Philosophy throughout the ages, by Gregory Goyle . She frowns, this can’t be the same Goyle she went to school with? She opens the book and sees a picture of him, it is him! She thought he was an idiot and only stayed in school because Snape fudged his records. When she brought that up, she was shut down hard.
“That book is great, I read it twice. Mr Goyle really knows his stuff. The biography he wrote on Plato is fascinating,” a woman tells her. The woman hands her another book, “Read this first, it is his first book.”
Hermione takes the book; she is curious what he wrote, “I will read it.” She hates that she has to come here, that she can’t buy her own books. Most of her earnings go to paying back the goblins and shop owners; she is only allowed money for food and necessities. The first time she bought something non-essential, the police showed up and arrested her for stealing. It was so humiliating to be arrested in front of her coworkers.
Later that evening, she is halfway through the book, and she puts it away. She shakes her head. The book is garbage and based on nothing but conjecture and fiction. Deep down, she knows the book is good, but won’t admit that someone she saw as an imbecile is a successful author. She looked him up while she was at the library, and saw that Goyle published four books, and they were all best sellers. She never thought a Slytherin would willingly step foot into the muggle world, unless it was to maim and kill.
She gets up and looks at a picture of Ron, Harry, Ginny and herself. The picture was taken at the World Cup, when everything was fine and going according to plan. They all looked so happy and carefree. Harry looked happy too, but if you take a closer look, you can see a small veil over his eyes from the potions in his system. She wonders if anyone ever noticed it. She puts the picture away; she misses those times. The times she was able to boss Harry and Ron around, lord her superior intellect over others. She misses the praise she got for being top of her class; she misses being someone. Now, she is a nobody, a labelled thief and cheater. She has no friends, and her grandparents only tolerate her; she knows this, as she overheard them talking about her. Why did everyone suddenly turn on her? She did nothing wrong! People cheated to get ahead all the time! She hates Malfoy for exposing her crimes!
She gets ready for bed. She has been planning her revenge for the past few years, and one day she will make him pay for ruining her life. She will also make sure Harry gets his for turning his back on her, and siding with those evil snakes and ruining everything perfect.
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Tom is looking at the new Hogwarts students, his oldest daughter, Celeste, among them. The sorting starts, her name is called, and he is not surprised when she is sorted into Slytherin. He gives her a small smile and nod as she sits down next to her new schoolmates. After the sorting, the feast starts before they all head to their common rooms.
“I am Professor Gaunt, I am your DADA teacher, head of house and Slytherin heir,” Tom took over duties after Severus left. He goes over the rules, then adds, “Nagini, my familiar, will be coming and going from here.” Nagini shows herself before she disappears again. He looks at his daughter, “She will most likely stay with you.”
Celeste nods, “She told me so already.” She loves Nagini, but she wants a snake of her own. Nagini always told her father when she did something she was not supposed to. She also plans on visiting Hilda, her father told her she is allowed to go down to the Chamber, but only if she tells him ahead of time. She is also glad that she is at Hogwarts, her new sisters Victoria and Vivianne cry a lot, her other siblings never cried this much.
Tom goes back to his private rooms and floos home to check on his husband and children. He finds him in the nursery, “They calmed down?” The twins look more like Reggie than him; their other four children have more of his traits.
Reggie gives a tired nod, “The others never made such a fuss when they were teething. Chloe is staying with Andy. She hates the noise.” He feels like Chloe spent more time with their family than at home. One time, they refused to buy her a toy she wanted, and she was so mad at them, she left to stay with Remus and Draco for seven weeks before she came back home. She was punished for her tantrum and never did it again.
Tom leads Reggie to their bedroom, “Sleep, I will take care of the boys.” He goes into the playroom and tells his sons to get ready for bed. He then reads them a story before checking on his twin daughters again. He sees that they are asleep and joins his husband in their bed. He sets his alarm for tomorrow morning, he plans on having breakfast at home before returning to Hogwarts.
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Ron is pushing his son’s stroller, and his wife of three years is holding his other son’s hand. She got a promotion at work, and they decided to come to the zoo today. His oldest loves to watch the otters. They are at the petting zoo when Ron sees someone he hasn’t seen in almost fourteen years, “Hermione?” Her bushy hair is even more wild and untamed than he remembers; the years haven’t been good to her.
Hermione recognizes that voice, she turns around, “Ronald? What are you doing here? How are you?” She takes a good look at him; he seems more mature, and he seems to be happy. She looks at the people with him and frowns; the kids look like him, and the woman must be his nanny or girlfriend. You never know these days.
Ron slowly walks over to her, “I am good, I am here with my wife and sons. What about you? You work here?” He only knows that she was banned from the magical world and that she lost her magic; he didn’t care to find out more. He put her in his past, just like he did with the others.
She sighs, “Unfortunately, I have to work off my debt with them. I am miserable, I live in a shoebox, my family hates me, and I am lonely.” After her grandparents died, she was forced to move out of the house. No one else in her family wanted to take her in, so she had to rent a small room above a strip club. She looks at Ron again. She is jealous that Ron is married; she always thought they would end up together and have a family. Maybe if she had dated and slept with him, he would have stood by her and not turned his back on her. It is unfair that he has created a life for himself and is suffering no more consequences. She shakes her head; best now to dwell on how unfair everything is. “How is Ginny?” She misses her pseudo sister; they shared many of the same views and liked to make fun of Lavender.
Ron runs a hand through his hair, “She is dead. She was arrested and sent through the veil. She was a Dark Lady and beyond hope.” He was taken aback by everything his dear sister did and wanted to do; he talked to his mind healer about her to come to terms with everything. He didn’t shed a tear when she died, good riddance if you ask him.
Hermione inhales sharply, “That is not true! They can’t have killed her! She was no Dark Lady. I bet it was them who made that all up. You know how they are! They are the reason I am in this shitty place with this shitty work and surrounded by idiots who are too stupid to count to five. I should not be here.” She is furious. How dare they kill Ginny! She was innocent, just another victim of the dark side!
Ron shakes his head, “She was a Dark Lady and had no soul, and you are here because you cheated and stole. Stop blaming others. I accepted that I did wrong and learned from my mistakes, and I am better now. You should do the same. Talking to a mind healer helped me a lot and made me realize how wrong I was.”
She snorts, “I had to see one, but she didn’t help me. She called me self-absorbed, controlling, domineering, antisocial, bossy and whatnot. All lies, of course, I am none of these things. I was glad when I had to stop talking to her; it was a waste of my time. She was no help at all.” The woman always looked at her like she was an alien. “And how are the others?”
She is fishing for information, and Ron knows it. “Good,” he won’t give her more. He looks at his family, “I have to go. Take care.” He joins his family again, turning his back on her. He hopes he never sees her again; she hasn’t changed at all.
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Draco is slowly waking up. He looks down and sees Remus sucking his cock. His dream wasn’t a dream; he moans then gasps when he feels two fingers enter him and stretch him. After a while, he pulls Remus up for a kiss full of tongue and teeth.
Their bodies are grinding together. Remus gets behind Draco, spooning him. He positions himself at Draco’s entrance and slowly pushes in. He stills once he is fully inside him, kisses Draco’s neck. He lifts Draco’s leg and starts to pump in and out of his husband.
Draco moves his hand behind Remus’ head, tilting his head up for a slow and soft kiss. The kiss lasts for a few moments, and he turns his head again, giving Remus access to his neck. Remus loves nuzzling and leaving marks on his neck. He can feel Remus’ hand on his cock, making him moan.
Remus sets a slow and lazy pace, nuzzling Draco’s neck, nipping and kissing every skin he can find. After a few minutes, he slips out of Draco. He sits on his haunches, turns Draco around, rubs his cock on Draco’s lips before he watches Draco take him in.
Draco hollows his cheeks, sucking hard; he knows it drives Remus mad when he does that. He does it again, eliciting a deep groan from his husband. He takes him in deeper, burying his nose in Remus’ pubic hair. He looks up at his mate and winks at him.
Remus strokes Draco’s cheek. He moves his hips slowly at first, then faster and faster, fucking Draco’s mouth. He hears him make gagging noises, spurring him on to go faster still. He sees tears well in Draco’s eyes, spit dripping down his chin. He slips out of his mouth and pulls him up for a hard kiss.
Draco loves it when Remus manhandles him; he wonders what his mate has in mind next. Both are kneeling on the bed, looking at each other. Their lips are swollen, both their cocks are hard and leaking. Draco pulls Remus in for another deep kiss.
Remus leaves a trail of kisses down Draco’s neck and chest. He sucks one of Draco’s nipples into his mouth, pinching the other with his fingers. He can feel Draco’s hands on his ass, squeezing him. He takes the other nipples into his mouth, one hand stroking up and down Draco’s back before he fingers him. He puts Draco on all fours and licks up and down his cleft.
Draco groans, his body is thrumming with pleasure. He pushes his hips back, Remus’ tongue entering him deeper. He lets out a grunt when he feels emptiness, but it does not last long. A second later, Remus slams into him, Draco groans loudly, Hard and fast.
Remus grabs Draco’s hips. He pounds into him hard and fast as his mate wants, until he stills. He watches Draco fuck himself on his cock and wiggle his ass. He slaps it before he puts his hands on Draco’s shoulders and snaps his hips hard a few times, hitting his lover’s prostate spot on. He pulls Draco to his chest, and they both move in unison.
Draco turns his head, his tongue licking into Remus’ mouth. He whimpers when his prostate gets assaulted again. He holds on to Remus, who snaps his hips faster, while one of Remus’ hands is stroking his cock, the other playing with his nipple. He loves it when Remus plays with his body.
Remus pulls out, pushes Draco onto the bed and turns him over, hooking his legs over his arms. He swiftly enters him again and pounds into his furiously. Moans, grunts and skin slapping against skin fill the air. He bends down to kiss Draco, his body rocking into Draco, their pleasure mounting.
Draco is pumping his cock, he is so close. He groans loudly when he cums, spilling over his hand and stomach. He holds his hand up, and Remus licks it clean before pulling Remus in for a deep kiss. He yells into Remus’ neck as Remus is pistoning into him, chasing his own orgasm.
Remus bites down on Draco’s mark, making Draco cum again. He thrusts into him a few more times before he feels Draco’s teeth on him, biting down hard, triggering his own orgasm. He pulls out shortly before he comes, his seed landing on Draco’s stomach. He licks up both their spendings, moves up Draco’s body and lets their mixed seed drip into Draco’s open mouth, before licking inside and chasing their combined taste. He lies next to Draco, “Happy Birthday and wedding anniversary.”
Draco chuckles and kisses his mate, “Nice gifts.” He kisses Remus’ chest, “I love you.” They’ve been married for fifteen years today. He knows his mother has a small party planned to celebrate the occasion, just like she did last year for Harry and Sev’s fifteenth anniversary.
Remus cups his face, “I love you too. So, so much.” He kisses him again, pouring all his love into their bond. He waves his hand to clean the mess they made, We should get some sleep before they storm into our bedroom, he knows the kids want to make breakfast in bed for Draco.
Draco nods, Good idea. And we should also get dressed. A moment later they are dressed and asleep again.
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Ginny is crying again. She feels like this is all she has been doing since she got here. She sees her mother every day, crying out for her, but her mother never looks her way or acknowledges her. She is surrounded by people, but they all ignore her. She flirts with men and women alike, but they don’t look at her or take her up on her offer. She is sexually frustrated; she can’t get herself off when she tries, and she feels like fire ants are eating her alive. She was so desperate, she even asked one of those creatures who guard her to relieve her tension. She kissed him, and she flashed him her boobs. She was whipped as a punishment for her transgressions, her back was bleeding for two weeks, and every move she made was pure agony. She never tried again.
She wipes away her tears. Every day she gets up and has to spend hours surrounded by copies of Harry and Snape being happy while she has to look at them. Then she is thrown into clubs, parties or other gatherings where she is being ignored. And each day her frustrations grow and grow. She feels like she is ready to explode. This is not fair. She would even have sex with Dumbledore again if it meant getting to release some tension. Death sometimes comes to see her and taunts her with Harry’s happy life with Snape and how happy and successful he is. She hates him and everyone else.
She lies down on her thin mattress, her lodgings are bare minimum, and the clothes she wears are ragged. She takes a deep breath, thinking back to the one day when she was allowed a reprieve. She was walking through a dead forest, and she saw Lily and James Potter. She tried to talk to them, but they didn’t see her; no one sees her anymore. She wonders why they are here.
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Amelia is walking into Prince Manor. She has been Minister for the past nine years. She was elected after Fudge retired to spend time with his family. Their world has been thriving since they got rid of Dumbledore and his ilk; their world feels lighter, less oppressed. She finds Severus in the library, “Where is Harry?” She sits down in the comfy armchair.
“He is in Spain collecting some plants we need to brew some potions,” Severus looks at her, “Everything alright?” Amelia doesn’t look like she is here for a social visit; she looks tired.
She sighs, “Sirius NoName died in his cell yesterday. He was in poor health and refused any help. We did what we could to help him, but it is as if he gave up and simply died. I am sure reading about your success and happy life with Harry soured his mood too.” She knows that Reggie visited him once a year to update Sirius on what he missed, rubbing everything in his face.
Severus hands her a glass of water, “Sirius was never going to accept us. I am sure he died a bitter man and regretting that he did not kill me.” He sips some water, “I will tell Harry when he gets back. Frankly, I don’t think it will upset him much. To Harry, Sirius has been dead for a long time.” He hasn’t thought about the Mutt in years, and he knows Harry hasn’t either. There is very little they don’t share; their bond sometimes makes them feel like they are one person.
Amelia stays for another half hour before she leaves. Harry returns home two hours later. He finds his husband by their pool, “You look cozy.” He sits down on his lap, wiggling his but. He can feel Severus get hard, “Miss me?” He is always glad to return home from his trips. In the past eighteen years, the longest they didn’t see each other was four days. They both were miserable during that time as Lucius likes to remind them.
Severus kisses him long and deep, Always., he pushes his hips up, making Harry feel just how much he missed him. He kisses him again, “Sirius is dead.” He wraps his arms around Harry’s waist, laying another kiss on him before Harry can say anything.
Harry breaks the kiss. He is silent for a few moments, “Is it bad that I feel nothing? To me, he’s been dead since he plotted to kill you for being my mate.” He plays with the buttons of Sev’s shirt, “I knew he was going to die in there, and I made peace with it years ago.” He loved Sirius once, but that was before he got to know the real Sirius.
Severus takes Harry’s hand and places a kiss on it, “It is not bad. You already put him behind you.” He looks into his husband’s eyes, “He made his choices that led to this. He could have made other choices, but he held onto hatred and bigotry.” He kisses Harry’s Adam’s apple, his hand wandering inside Harry’s trousers.
Harry moans, “True,” he gets up and holds out his hand, “Let me show you what I brought back, then we can finish this.” He pulls Severus up, and they move into the house where they sort through everything and put it away before they have a quick tumble in the sheets.
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Hermione is at Stonehenge today, the stars are aligned and magic will be at its strongest in this location. She believes she can tap into that magic and get back into the wizarding world. She thinks that her core just needs a kickstart, and her magic comes back to her. Before she was banned, she used to practice wandless magic; she won’t even need a wand for what she intends to do. She leans against a stone; she can feel the magic run through it. She missed her magic; it is like missing a limb. She has had over two decades to come up with plans to put things right. She will make everyone pay who wronged her, starting with Malfoy. She saw Ron a few times around the muggle world, but every time she wanted to get closer to him, he was suddenly gone. She had hoped to get him to join her on her crusade. She is looking around; there are a few groups of people already here. Then her eyes are landing on a bleached blonde menace, “Malfoy,” she spits, “What are you doing here?”
Draco inwardly groans, “Granger,” she is the last person he expected to run into, he already knows this won’t be pleasant, “And it is Lupin, I rarely use Malfoy these days. I am here with my family for the summer solstice, as is everyone else.” They will be practicing some elemental magic later to appease Lady Magic; they have all been doing small rituals over the years and have received small boons in return.
Hermione sees her former professor, “Professor Lupin.” She never forgave him for turning his back on her. He is a Gryffindor; he should have stood by her and not aided in exposing her. McGonagall never would have done that; she would have believed that she was innocent. She believes he only did it to get into Draco’s good graces; what else would he have to offer to a Malfoy otherwise? She also hates that he recognised Lily’s work and believed Draco’s accusation. He should have kept his mouth shut. She knows that Dumbledore would have made sure he kept silent, but Dumbledore was long gone by then, and she was on her own, and Ginny, her only friend, was unable to help her.
“Not a professor anymore, haven’t been for years. I retired from teaching when Draco left Hogwarts. I am an author now.” He takes a good look at his former student, Hermione looks like she has aged fifty years since he last saw her at her trial. She has dark circles under her eyes, her skin is pale, and he spots some grey hair.
“Oh, what book have you published? Maybe I read them? Though I never saw any books with your name on it.” She paid off her debt six years ago, and she quit her job immediately, not wanting to degrade herself any further by cleaning up shit. Unfortunately, she has been bouncing from one job to another. She mistakenly thought she could get a better job, but she forgot that she had no grades to show for. She is also convinced that Malfoy is the reason she can’t hold down a job, and not her off-putting persona and back-talking.
“I am using a pen name, H.L.L.,” the name was actually Narcissa’s idea; the initials stand for Hope Lyall Lupin, his parents. It is his way of honoring them. He was happy that his mother was present for the birth of their first child. Draco promised him he would ask Death to bring her when the time came, and Draco kept his promise. She has been present for all the births so far.
Hermione gaps, “You!? Are you the author of Adventures of a misunderstood grey wolf? I love those books.” She groans, “It is so obvious it is you now. I thought some things were familiar.” She sneers at Draco, “And you must be living off your daddy’s fortune.” Draco looks as impeccable as ever, not a hair wrong on his head. God, she hates him.
Draco rolls his eyes, “I am a physician and have my own practice at St. Mungos, and I have been studying alchemy and published a few papers in the past eight years. I am living off my own fortune, which is very big, thank you very much. And where do you work? Are you here alone?” He already knows the answers, but he is curious about what lies she will spin.
She straightens her spine, lifts her chin, “I am working at a law firm as a secretary, and I am dating one of their lawyers.” She hates that Malfoy seems to be successful too. Why can’t the blonde pest be a failure? She should have been Minister of Magic by now!
Draco laughs, “You are lying. I know that you got fired from your latest job at Starbucks for racist and homophobic rants, and I also know that you haven’t dated anyone in over seven years. Your ex-boyfriend posted a message on Facebook warning the male population against you. He called you rigid, cold and that you were worse than his mother.” Death has kept an eye on her, and he loves to gossip about her. Who knew that Death is the biggest gossip ever?
Hermione feels like crying, “You must enjoy this, seeing me so low. You have everything, and I have nothing. How do you even know about me? Have you been spying on me? I hate you, and I wish you were dead.” Why couldn’t Buckbeak have killed him?
“That is not nice,” a young girl with light brown hair and light grey eyes says. “Why do you hate my daddy?” Her siblings all nod, all wondering the same. She doesn’t like this lady; she looks mean, and she scares her. She takes a step closer to her father.
Draco crouches down to Ariel’s eye level, “Remember when we told you about the people who were mean to Uncle Harry? She is one of them.” He and Remus have four children, Ariel is their youngest at four, Starla is seven, Nysa is eleven, and Nebula is fourteen.
“Oh, you are the one who was cheating and needed to take enhancement drugs to get ahead, and who abused her fellow students and thought she was superior to anyone else,” Nebula states, “Granger danger, they called you. You are displayed in the hall of disgraced students. Your picture is next to James Potter and Albus Dumbledore.” They all heard the tales more than once, and many books were written about them.
Hermione huffs, “Your parents made up all those lies. I am innocent, and I lost everything because of your evil snake of a father.” Hermione never took responsibility for her own actions; she always kept blaming others, and she will never own up to her own mistakes. Admitting she did wrong is not in her character.
“No wonder Ginerva Dumbledore missed you. You both have antisocial disorder and are delusional,” a new voice says. Hermione groans. She looks at her former potions professor, Severus. “It is not a pleasure to see you.” He takes a better look at her, “You look like you have been spat out by the giant squid.” He takes a sniff, “Certainly smells like it.”
She glares at him. He was always mean to her; she doesn’t smell, she showered this morning. She then gasps, “What do you mean, Ginerva Dumbledore?” She must have misheard him.
“Oh, she signed an illegal marriage contract and had to marry Albus, and she had to consume their marriage or lose her head,” Harry answers her. He moves towards his husband, entwining their fingers. Hermione looks like she’s seen some bad days, but he feels no pity for her.
Hermione looks at her former best friend. He looks like he hasn’t aged much; his eyes are shining with happiness, he has laugh lines on his face, and he just looks well. She is jealous; he clearly has been well while she was struggling and being miserable. “How could you let this happen to her? Ron told me a story that she was a Dark Lady. Preposterous! Ginny was a kind, loving soul who loved you.” She was supposed to be the maid of honor at their wedding, but instead she has to live off ramen noodles and watch Hallmark movies, pretending she is the wife in those movies.
Harry snorts, “Whatever, I don’t give a hoot about what you think. Continue to live in your wrapped world you created for yourself, while I live in the real world.” He could tell her what happened, but he won’t waste his time. He looks at his husband, “Where are the kids?” He sees Hermione huff at being dismissed like that, but he does not care.
Severus chuckles, “Behind you, love.” They have five children, Severus gave birth to their sons Julian, who is fourteen, Dawn, who is twelve and her twin David. Harry birthed their second daughter, Eve, who is eight and their youngest son, Quentin, who is five. They have talked about having another one, he knows that Harry and Draco talked about being pregnant together, he also knows that Draco and Remus want a son.
Hermione looks at Harry’s children; they look like a mix between him and Snape, she feels jealous all over again. She wants to be a mother too; she has so much to teach her potential child, but she can’t find someone up to her standards. She wants Mr Right and has been looking for him, but all the guys she met are bores. She has looked into using a sperm donor, but she lacks the money for the procedure.
She hears Draco laugh, then she sees him kiss Remus in public, something in her snaps, “Have some decorum. Nobody wants to see two men kiss. It is disgusting, and you are traumatizing young, impressionable children. You should do that in private, where no one can see you! You are giving other people wrong ideas! You are ruining your children by displaying this perverseness. They should have a mother in their lives who loves and guides them on the right path. God says that..”
Draco holds up a hand, “Please leave us be. You have your views, and you are allowed to have them, but we do not share them. I am simply here to spend time with my family; I am not here to get into a war of words with you.” He grabs his husband’s hand, turning his back on her and ignoring her ranting.
Hermione is furious at being ignored. She storms over to Draco, “Do not ignore me, you poofter,” she grabs his arm, turning him around, “I am not done talking to you. You ruined my life. I hate your fucking guts, and I wish you had died in our third year.” She pulls her hand back and punches Draco in the nose. She smiles in satisfaction when she hears bones crack, “You deserve more than that, you piece of filth.” She goes to punch him again, but suddenly she is tackled to the ground. She ignores the commands to lie still and struggles, “Get off me, he needs to be punished and purified.”
“You are under arrest for assault and disturbing the peace,” Celeste says, as she is struggling to put the cuffs on her. She has been keeping an eye on her since she got here; she heard the stories about Granger, and something about her demeanour set off her alarm bells. She is glad she stayed close to her uncles. She finally cuffs Hermione and pulls her up Hermione spits at her. Celeste is not impressed. “Resisting arrest and committing an offence against a police officer will be added to your charges,” she has been a police officer for the past two years, and she loves her job. She looks at her uncle, “I am pretty sure your nose is broken.”
Draco knows it is; he could easily fix this, but he knows he needs to follow muggle procedure this time, “I want to press charges against her.” He points to Theo, then looks at Granger, “He is my lawyer, I think he just called Ragnok and Amelia, she is the new Minister. I am sure you just violated your conditions again.”
Celeste’s partner joins them, addressing Draco, “Do you know her?” He was on the other side, confiscating some weed from some minor, when he heard the commotion. Something tells him this is one of those weird cases they occasionally work on.
“I do, she went to the same school as me. I was vital in exposing her cheating. She was expelled and hates me. She claims I made it all up, but there were mountains of evidence against her. I haven’t seen her for over two decades; even back at school, she was homophobic. She is also a thief, I know that she was arrested a few years ago,” Draco tells the other officer.
Celeste hands Hermione over to her partner, “Gerard, take her to booking, I will handle the rest.” She watches him leave, then turns to them and puts up a dome, “I will be taking a picture of your nose and running a quick medical scan, then your husband can fix your nose. I will be taking your statements after.” She takes a picture, cleans the blood away, takes another picture and runs the scan, “Yep, broken in two places.” She puts the scan away, “I will ask around if anyone recorded her. If she were caught on tap,e it would make the case stronger.”
Remus fixes Draco’s nose and hands him a pain relief potion, “Okay, love?” He can’t believe Hermione hit Draco. She must not have cared about the consequences, or she would not have done it. “Did you let her hit you on purpose?”
Draco nods and leans against him, “I am, and I did. I could have blocked the punch. You call me vindictive, but I wanted her to get arrested again, ” he looks at his children, “Are you okay? I am sorry you had to see this.” They all nod and hug him, asking him if he is okay. He looks at the others, “I won’t let her ruin this evening.” They all agree, and after they have given their statements, they enjoy the rest of the evening.
They start the ritual at ten minutes to eleven. They are unseen by the muggles, and the ritual takes them over an hour, and in the end, they all feel rejuvenated. And nine months later, Draco and Remus welcome their sons, Castor and Leo, and Harry and Severus welcome their daughter, Yvonne, to the world.
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Hermione is looking at what is supposed to be her food. She was sentenced to six years in prison, plus she has to pay a fine of £ 5000. Her public defender urged her to take a deal, but she thought she could talk her way out of this. But Theo tore her to shreds when she took the stand, and the jury only took two minutes to find her guilty. They had video evidence, and she kept saying how it was fake. She kept talking about how unfair her life was and how Draco ruined her. She told them she hit Draco because he deserved it for being impure and sick, but they didn’t believe her when she said she was doing God’s work. She also had to talk to a psychiatrist, not that it mattered; her fate was sealed. She hates this! This is all Draco’s fault! She missed her best chance to get back into the magical world because of him. She will find a way to go back and get revenge. But she never would have succeeded.
“No, you won’t,” a voice in her head says, startling her and sending her food flying. The person across from her is unhappy and growls at Hermione. “You will never be able to get back. If you do, you die, remember?” The voice continues to whisper into her ear.
“I will go back and get my revenge.” Everyone is looking at her like she is crazy, “I will make Draco pay. He needs to suffer as I did!” She holds her hands over her ears, hoping she won’t hear the voice again.
“Draco is protected; you will never be able to go near him again or his family.” Death puts a hand on her shoulder, making her jump up in her seat, “You are nothing. You are a failure. Your own parents disowned you and are pretending they never had a child.”
“Get away from me. Who are you even? Is this some sick joke?” She looks around frantically. Who could be doing this to her? Is this Draco? Come to torment her? She grabs a fork and holds it out, stabbing at air, the other inmates ducking for cover.
“I am Death, and Draco is my master. Don’t you know? He does not know I am here. Because you are nothing to him.” Death knows why she was at Stonehenge, “It would not have worked. You will never have magic again. I would have made sure you failed and joined me before your time was up.” He breathes on her ear, “Tick Tock.”
A guard comes over, “Settle down, you are creating a scene.” She could tell from day one that this inmate was going to be trouble: “Put the fork down before you hurt someone.” Her hand goes to her taser.
“Tell him to stop,” she swings at air, not hitting anything, “Death is tormenting me!” She just knows this is Draco’s doing, despite what Death says, “He is laughing at me. Calling me a disappointment and failure.” She whines, “Draco is using Death to drive me crazy!”
“Ding Dong the witch is dead,” Death sings into her ear.
The guard tells her to calm down, but Death is cackling at Hermione, who is trying to fight someone who is not there. She makes a stabbing motion towards the guard and gets tasered. The next time she wakes up, Hermione is tied to a bed. She rambles about Death mocking her; she tries to talk about magic, but only gibberish comes out of her mouth. After numerous doctor meetings, she is declared insane and transferred to a mental institution, where she spends the rest of her life, rambling and muttering about Death haunting her. One day, Death comes to collect her and take her to hell, where there are no books.
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Lady Magic is observing her children. It has been over half a century since Harry asked her to judge him, which set everything in motion. She is so happy that everything worked out the way it did. Everyone was exposed and paid for their crimes, and the magical world of Great Britain is better for it. She can’t wait to meet them once they pass over to their world; she will thank them each personally for saving their world.
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1001 years have passed for Albus; he has worked off every debt he owed, and now it is time to meet his maker. Death nods at the goblin. He grabs Albus and takes him to the veil. Albus looks at it, “What awaits me on the other side? Hell?”
Death shakes his head, “Nothing, what no one told you was that you’ve been spending your night in Hell. The nightmares you believed you had were your punishment. You will pass through the veil and simply cease to exist.”
“Oh,” is all Albus has to say. He walks over to the structure, he takes a deep breath, takes a step and lets the veil suck him in, thus the last of the perpetrators leaves this earth.