Chapter 11: Admissions and Suspicions

The Corridor...Hogwarts...

Sunday afternoon had been full of surprises as Hermione Granger found herself hidden away from the staff and students alike in yet another hidden room, occupied by Sebastian Prince. He had transfigured a toppled desk into a bed and they had been laying together reading in silence for quite some time. Her head rested on his lean chest as it rose and fell with the steady rhythm of his breathing. The warmth from the various charms in place had made their secret place as warm a hot cup of coca. It had only been a few days before his birthday and Hermione found that she hardly thought about what he wanted as a gift.

"Someone's birthday is coming up." she said stroking his chest absently with an aloft finger.

"Hmmm." he groaned in reply.

"Anything special you want come to mind?" she asked attempting for something of a hint in the way of his future gift.

"I don't believe I require much." he replied coolly.

"It's your birthday Sebastian, you are allowed to at least want something..." said Hermione evenly.

"I have all that I could possibly want and if there had been something else it is surely out of my reach." he replied looking back at his book.

"Sebastian, what's out of your reach?" asked Hermione softly.

The question seemed to weigh heavily on him as he sat up. She grumbled to herself at the loss of contact but sat up as well. Obsidian eyes met amber as he considered his reply. Hermione got the feeling that this was going to become a very serious conversation. She had a fleeting moment of regret at having initiated it.

"I want to meet my father." replied Sebastian softly. "If he is indeed my father...or anyone else from whatever family I'm suppose to have."

Hermione had not known what to say to that.

"Y-You want to meet Professor Snape?" she asked.

"I-I guess I just want to see if I do actually have a family..." he continued. "That I'm not truly...alone."

Hermione found it hard to push back the sorrowful emotions that had taken over her with his statement.

"You're not alone Sebastian." she said taking his hand in hers. "You have me, and Draco, and Harry."

Sebastian gave her a weak smile.

"I-I know all that." he said. "I just need to know..."

He sighed unable to find the words.

"Where you came from." finished Hermione understanding.

Sebastian nodded.

"I wonder if he ever wanted me." he said looking away from her and getting to his feet. "I wonder if he ever loved my mother...or..."

"Or if she loved him." finished Hermione softly.

Sebastian nodded again.

"I know I'm a half-blood." said he continued. "I know all these facts and I know I look like him but..."

Hermione tried to get a grip on her emotions.

"You want to know if he loved you." she replied.

Sebastian turned to face her.

"Well yes." he replied.

Hermione got off the bed and walked over to him taking his hands in her own.

"Would you consider me a foolish Gryffindor, if I told you that I love you?" she asked meaningfully.

Sebastian looked at her for a moment.

"Hermione." he said softly.

"I mean it." replied Hermione adamant. "I've never felt this way about anyone before."

Sebastian looked at her for a moment. His obsidian eyes meeting her warm amber ones. She had truly been an amazing witch. Dumbledore had been dead right when he declared her the brightest witch of her age but...he had no idea how much depth there was to her. She made him feel things that as far as he knew he had never felt before. He could tell that she had meant every word she said but it was still hard for him to accept it. He had been a stranger here with no past. Sebastian took a breath and pulled her close to him so that her head was resting against his chest.

"Would you consider me an opportunistic Slytherin, if I told you that I...might love you as well?" he asked.

Hermione met his eyes again.

"I-I love you Sebastian Prince." she said meaningfully.

"I-I love you too Hermione Granger." he replied just as meaningfully.

They shared a sweet kiss sealing what would have to be described as a perfect moment in Hermione's book. With emotions running high Hermione found herself backed against the bed. Still locked in an intense embrace they fell back on the bed. Sebastian had been towering above her and their breathing had been ragged. He pulled away from her blinking rapidly.

"H-Hermione." he said nearly breathless.

She looked up at him with her usually sharp mind in a clouded haze.

"Y-yes." she said breathlessly.

"I-I think we should...stop." he said trying to get a hold of himself.

Hermione blinked for a moment.

"W-What if..." she started. "W-what if I don't wish to stop?"

Sebastian looked at Hermione with an almost painful expression of longing on his face.

"H-Hermione you don't have to..." he started.

"I-I want to." she replied. "I want to with you."

Sebastian looked at her for the longest time. She had been a truly beautiful young witch, her sandy brown hair and her warm amber eyes had only added to the mystic that was Hermione Granger. Her brilliance and determination, even her pure yet fiercely loyal heart made her someone to be desired. For him she had been the most amazing person he had ever met.

"Hermione." he said leaning down and kissing her again. "Y-You're so beautiful."

The beautiful young Gryffindor witch seemingly melted into his kiss. Sebastian had unbuttoned his white shirt with Hermione's assistance as he leaned back on his knees on the bed. She ran her fingers down his exposed torso with heat in her eyes that seemed to reflect the need in his. The long sleeve white shirt fell to the floor of the room. Hermione's robes and shirt had joined his and she lied back against the mattress not taking her eyes of Sebastian as he unbuckled his trousers.

Hermione watched him clad only in her skirt with her upper body covered only by her white lace bra. Sebastian smiled sweetly and got to his feet. He pulled down his trousers discarding them in a hurry. She watched him giggling as he launched himself back onto the bed in a playful manner. She did not know it to look at him but he had been a good deal nervous and apprehensive about her reaction to him. Pansy Parkinson had been unaffected about his size but he wasn't sure that Hermione shared her open-minded attitude.

He kissed her on the lips softly and worked her out of her skirt with skills beyond his age. She had been lost in the heat of his body and the rush from his kiss. Her skirt joined the the rest of the clothes on the floor. Hermione had been only in her underclothes just as he had been. They were even in terms of exposure.

"Hermione." said Sebastian kissing her softly.

She had not been able to respond still lost in being with him.

"Hermione...I-I'm not sure how..." he began.

She put a finger to his lips.

"I trust you Sebastian." she said looking him in the eyes.

"I-I'm not..." he started. "We'll I'm not like most wizards...I..." he said fumbling.

Hermione leaned up and pressed her soft pink lips to his pale ones. The raven haired wizard melted into her embrace and they lied back on the bed. He his hands seemed to have a mind of their own as they made their way down to her thighs. Hermione let out a gasp unused to contact where his hands had been.

Sebastian smiled against her lips.

Several more minutes passed before Sebastian had her out of the last of her clothes and beneath the black blanket that he transfigured. He had elected to wait before he removed his white boxer shorts. As brave as she was...he was still not sure about overwhelming her. They continued to kiss and maneuver in the bed at last locked in an embrace of skin to skin contact.

The raven haired wizard had fitted himself between her slender legs beneath the black blanket. She had tensed at first feeling his skin against hers and in the most intimate of places. His soft words and warm touch loosened her up. Sebastian's heart had been pounding in his chest. He reached beneath the elastic waistband of his boxer shorts and pulled them down. Hermione had been so lost in his touch and reeling from his kisses that she did not seem to notice the sensation of his exposed male flesh being against her bare thigh.

"S-Sebastian." said Hermione lost in a sea of desire.

He looked down at her once more taking in the sight of her.

"Please." she said reaching up and running her hands down his exposed torso.

Sebastian let out a breath that he had been holding.

"Anything for you witch." he replied in a husky tone.

The raven haired wizard positioned himself with an odd sense of confidence in his abilities. He moved like an expert kissing her neck to distract her from the inevitable pain that he would cause her. Hermione had been shocked to feel the pain from him biting her on the ear and the sudden intrusion of his "trouser snake".

She let out a scream tensing up at instant of the pain.

"Hermione." said Sebastian suddenly finding himself in a daze from the warmth of her body.

In reaction she gripped his back digging her fingernail into his pale flesh. Sebastian groaned from the sensation of both pleasure and pain that coursed through him.

"Sebastian." said Hermione finding herself reeling from the same sensations.

"T-Tell me when you're ready." he managed.

After several minutes the pain subsided and the need grew in the young witch.

"I-I'm ready." said Hermione breathlessly.

Sebastian gave her an experimental thrust and a moan escaped her lips that seemed to ignite something in him. He gave her another and got the same reaction. After a third attempt he worked his way into a comfortable rhythm. Before long, he and Hermione had been lost in the waves of desire that flooded their senses.

Both Sebastian and Hermione had lost all track of time as they continued their act while the hours passed. After some time Sebastian looked down at Hermione with his body growing tense. He slammed into her unable to control his ardor. She yelled out reaching her end for the first time in her young life. He followed suite utterly shocked by the violent way he spilled into her. When they were spent and at their end Sebastian pulled himself away from Hermione and layed down beside her on the bed.

They both looked up at the ceiling for a moment still lost in the sensations of their act.

"T-That was..." he started.

"Incredible." she finished.

The raven haired Slytherin wizard's obsidian eyes met the sandy brown haired Gryffindor witch's. He had never cared so much for someone in his life as far as he had known.

"I love you Hermione." he said with a confidence he had lacked before.

Hermione touched his face caressing his pale cheek.

"I love you too Sebastian." she replied.

He took her hand in his and brought it to his lips kissing it sweetly.

"So." said Hermione changing the subject. "What do you want for your birthday?"

Sebastian smirked. He had a few things that he could ask for now.

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The Grounds, Hogwarts...

The sun had been warm and inviting as Hermione and Sebastian sat on a blanket near the lake. Once again warming charms and shields had been utilized to block the snow from falling on them and to keep out the cold. It had been a peaceful view with the soft white snow falling around them as if they had been in a snow globe. The couple had not been alone; Draco Malfoy had brought Pansy Parkinson over to join them. Harry Potter had saw the casual gathering and made his way over. He was followed by Ginny Weasley, and Neville Long Bottom. Ron Weasley had slinked over after convincing the lovely Hufflepuff girl Susan Bones to join him. The little group had been laying rather casually in the sun together content with each other's company.

Harry sat next to Ginny stealing glances from behind the book he read. Ginny would look up and smile at him letting her fingers occasionally touch his on the blanket as she looked over her notes. Draco had been lying down with his head rested on Pansy's lap. Pansy had been playing with his hair running her fingers through it. He seemed in a daze watching the snow fall from the sky and fall against the shield. Ron and Susan had been helping themselves to the small picnic they brought with them. After offering food to the others who turned it down, Ron happily gorged on various delicacies. Sebastian had been reading with Hermione who had been leaning against his chest absently stroking is free hand while she read her book. Neville had been going over his notes for potions class with Sebastian tutoring him.

It had been an exceedingly pleasant afternoon.

The students had been so wrapped up in their personal enjoyment that they had not seemed to notice that The Headmaster had been walking the grounds. The older wizard had not been alone. A woman of considerable privilege had been with him. She wore an elegant Victorian style dress in gold and white with swirl patterns imprinted on it. She seemed to have a poise and grace that suggested her station was well beyond anything they had been exposed to even during the war. Her raven hair fell at her shoulders in voluptuous curls. Her lips had been as red as rubes and she her face had been sallow and pale.

The elegant Lady and The Headmaster approached the group.

"Hello all." said Dumbledore by way of greeting.

"Good afternoon sir." they all said in unison.

"I see that you are all quite comfortable." he said pleasantly.

"Something like that." replied Harry sheepishly.

The Headmaster's blue eyes fell on Sebastian and Hermione. They made no attempt to hide their affection for each other from him. Sebastian had been of the mind that it would do no good. Hermione had not see any reason why they should in the first place. It wasn't like there was a law against students dating.

"Mr. Prince." said Dumbledore remaining pleasant despite his well concealed alarm.

"Sir." replied Sebastian respectfully.

"I believe you know Lady Hamershal." said Dumbledore introducing the elegant woman.

"We have an arrangement of sorts." said Sebastian.

"She and I wish to have a word with you if you don't mind." said Dumbledore.

"Of course Headmaster." replied Sebastian.

Draco looked over the woman with suspicion.

What did she want with Sebastian?

And what was all this about an arrangement?

The Sleek blond wizard had not liked the looks of this association. He made up his mind to talk to his father and to find out all he could about this "Lady Hamershal."

Sebastian put down his book and Hermione let him get to his feet. He walked over toward Dumbledore and Lady Hamershal.

"It's good to see you again Mr. Prince." she said with an air of superiority.

"And you Madam." replied Sebastian polite.

She extended her hand and he kissed it as before.

The three of them walked away from the group intent on having a private conversation. Hermione watched them go with questions filling her head all at once.

"Harry." she said.

Harry Potter had been busy staring after the strange woman.

"Yes." he said.

"Is it me or is there something familiar about that woman?" asked Hermione.

"I was thinking the same thing." he replied.

"Who's familiar?" asked Ron looking up from a sandwich.

"What are you guys talking about?" asked Pansy.

"It may be nothing." replied Harry.

"Well, I don't like the looks of her." said Draco sitting up intently. "There's something about her...I don't trust her around Sebastian."

"Well, if he didn't trust her he would not have agreed to whatever arrangement they have." said Pansy.

"That's not the point." said Draco. "Something about her is odd."

"I agree." replied Hermione.

That earned her a loud gasp of shock from Ron.

"Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy agree on something." he said mockingly.

"Will wonders never cease?" added Ginny.

They all laughed a little at that.

"Oh shut up." said Hermione. "I just don't trust that woman around Sebastian."

"Neither do I." piped Harry.

They settled back into their respective activities but the question of Sebastian's dealings with Lady Hamershal had still been on everyone's minds. She had been such a strange woman that it made the hairs on the back of Draco's neck stand on end. He regarded the thought of her with a vicious snarl. If this lady thought that she was going to lay claims to Sebastian she had another thing coming.

Wait until my father hears about this!

He wouldn't let her get her claws on his god-brother.