The Half-Blood Witch - 02
Title: The Half-Blood Witch
Series: Harry Potter x Percy Jackson
Main Characters: Hermione Granger and Percy Jackson
Pairings: Hermione x Percy with a very strong and confusing Hermione x Nico flair
Rating: R (most likely will go up)
Genre: Romance, Adventure, Family
Warnings: Limes (mild smut), Coarse language, strong undertones of incest between Gods (meh) and Percy's mouth
Summary: She always knew there was something different about her. Now, Hermione Granger will being to understand what it truly means to be a half-blood.
02
By: Banana Flavored Eskimo
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She hummed a gentle tune as she pulled her long dark hair into an intricate plait. Her deep honeyed eyes stared placidly at her reflection in the bejeweled golden mirror as a soft smile fluttered across her delicate features.
She was disturbed from her peace as the doors to the chambers burst open to reveal her husband carrying an unconscious young woman.
Her lips pulled into a frown upon seeing him lay the woman - who was only little more than a child- upon their bed.
In all her years with Hades, he had never brought home any of his dalliances. In fact, he never dallied with anyone during her stay in the Underworld. Therefore, it pained her to see her husband lovingly caress this mystery woman’s face with a gentleness he had only shown with her.
Had he finally found one that could possibly replace her?
“My Lord?” she asked tentatively, a slight quiver in her voice.
Deep obsidian eyes took in his wife.
She was his exact opposite. Where he was death, Persephone was life.
However, upon seeing her distraught expression, his heart clenched. She was one of his few weaknesses.
“My Queen, what troubles you?”
“My Lord? Who is she?”
A dark brow rose at the question. Surely she didn’t think he could find any other to take her place within his soul? Persephone was his match in every way and he knew that in all eternity, he would never find another like her.
However, it seemed that she was unsure of her place at his side. Well, he would reassure his Queen.
“Come love,” he beckoned, his hand outstretched before him. “Do you not recognize her?”
Persephone took a tentative step towards their bed, her eyes taking in the petite figure laying upon the ebony sheets of silk.
A gasp escaped her soft lips. “Hermione?”
“Hermione,” echoed Hades, his hand - now free of his leather gloves - once again tracing her features with an awed sense of reverence.
“My Lord. Does Zeus know?”
Hades lips set into a harsh line. “No and it will remain that way.”
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“Father?”
The meticulous scratching of his pen did not cease as Hades continued to pursue the mountain of paperwork before him.
Despite being a God, even he was not exempt from mundane work such as this.
“What is it Nico.”
“Who is she?”
Obsidian eyes rose to meet that of his son.
He had grown much during his time here. Kronos - his father - ruled over Elysian and as such fell under his reign. Hades had come to respect the elder Titan and in turn, he manipulated time in the Underworld to pass differently than that up above.
What seemed like decades below, would only be an instance above. It was something he had yet to inform any of the other Gods and Goddesses upon Olympus and he had no desire to.
It meant he could spend years with Persephone before she’d need to leave the Underworld. When she left, time would return to normal speed and match that of the above world.
He had once thought of asking Kronos to make time pass quickly so that he would only be parted from his wife for merely a moment, but even he knew of the restrictions of time and doing so would upset the souls that would be passing into his realm.
It was during this manipulated time that Nico grew and flourished. Once a weakened boy, he was now a formidable man.
Nico had always been a rather beautiful child, but with age he had grown into his looks and held a dark and ominous allure any being would be envious of. However, unlike the vein offspring of Aphrodite or the boasting brutes of Ares, Nico was the perfect blend of charm and cunning.
His mind was his greatest asset and coupled with his advanced training with a sharp blade created from Stygian iron, Nico was definitely a force to be reckoned with. He was positive not even Poseidon’s precious prat Percy could match his son Nico.
Now as he stared at the tall and imposing figure of his son, he found himself on the receiving end of his tempered curiosity.
“Excuse me?”
“The girl. The one you took to your bedroom who isn’t your wife?” he asked rather easily with a sly smirk upon his face.
It was a valid question. If anyone else deserved to know of her presence here, it was Nico.
“Her name is Hermione.”
“Your mistress?”
Hades raised a brow at the jab, a similar smirk playing across his lips.
“Your sister.”
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It was late and she had been moved into the room next to his.
He had sneaked in and had spent the past fifteen minutes simply staring at her.
Nico was unsure why she was here.
Just a few hours ago, he was under the impression that he was an only child. However, that was proven wrong.
Hades had broken the pact.
Then again, his brothers had not kept their words either. Percy and Thalia were proof of that.
Whatever the case may be, Hades apparently had a child that he had hidden from the world.
Nico wasn’t sure what kind of person she was, but he had come to one startling realization.
She was beautiful.
Even when unconscious she seemed to glow with the vivacity of life.
Was this the feeling that father had felt when he first glanced at the enchanting Persephone?
He would not know.
Since his time spent away from camp Half-Blood, he found refuge in his father’s dominion. Here, nobody questioned him and he was able to grow and hone his skills.
However, he never came in contact with other living creatures - save the occasional immortal being, but he did not truly count their presence.
He had seen other women before, nymphs and goddesses alike -even the lovely Aphrodite herself and her demigod offspring, yet they did not stir his soul half as easily as this sleeping beauty did.
Now he was confronted with the presence of not only a beautiful young woman, but his half-sister.
She wasn’t at all like Bianca. She had a certain softness to her and by the Gods, her hair! Her hair was a wild bundle of curls and waves that made him want to bury his hands into the thick mass and tangle his fingers in her silky tresses.
She was also rather petite. Petite, yet in possession of the lush curves that drew his eyes to her womanly shape.
Hermione was a much welcomed addition to the house of Lord Hades.
Nico knew that whatever happened, she was his responsibility now. Physically, they may be of the same age. Chronologically, he was decades older and as such that made him her big brother.
He never had a younger sibling before, but he supposed the fierce sense to protect her was normal amongst most siblings - especially elder brothers and younger sisters.
Come what may, he would keep her safe from now on.
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AN: Cleaning up, cleaning up!
- Banana Flavored Eskimo
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