The truth behind Salazar Slytherin

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Salazar Slytherin's POV
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Thursday 8th of September 1533,

Dear diary,
Things have been different lately, like over the top different, all the time that I try to apologise to Helga, she turns to me and says "like I can trust you, you are probably like your father!" and that is how it starts.
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Well that was my day and every other day before that. I am nothing but an outcast well, except from now.

You see my dear reader, Rowena was here to help.

"Salazar, why do you not join us in the library?" she said in her angelic voice.
"I can't I feel like an outcast." I said despite not being one to show or tell people about my emotions.

But as I went to go to my chamber, she followed.

"What is this place." she asked in her angelic voice calling out to me once again.
"My chamber." I spoke, red lacing my cheeks.
"Did you create it?" she asked spoke in wonder, which shocked me a little.
"Yes" I replied.
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Time laps-
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I don't know how it happened but it was one of the best nights of my life. It started with talking and then we.. we kissed and then.... well you get the idea.
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FLASHBACK-
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Our hands grip the each others as she lays underneath me on the bed. We then switched, we are laughing now. Were drunk. No one has come yet. We kiss in between switching, and my hands move all over, into her inner thigh, the rounded curve of the ass, sweaty necks. I feel the tide fading from my feet. Tight calves and legs lifting. Brown curls and tanned knees. then we are kissing again, I could stare at her for hours, I love her that much.

When we kiss I was dissolved with pleasure, she stopped, divining that perhaps if she deprived me now I might make a gesture towards fulfillment. At first I made no motion. My sex was quivering, and I was tormented with desire... Rowena grew desperate. She pushed my hand away, took my sex into her mouth again, and with her two hands she encircled my sexual parts, caressed me and absorbed me until I came. I leaned over with gratitude, tenderness, and murmured, "You are the first woman, the first woman, the first woman..."

Rowena's POV- (Salazar let her right her bit in it.)

He leaned forward and kissed me again and I kissed him back with more fervor than I had before, and we laid there kissing and kissing between the creepy head of his and the snake heads, my hands running slowly up into his curly platinum blond hair and down over his thick shoulders and along his strong arms and around to his brawny back, holding his gorgeous male body against mine. There hasn't ever been a time that I've done that, that I havent remembered all over again how much I love men.

'I'm glad it found its way here', he said, and reached over and touched his finger very delicately to the edge of one of its straps, near my collarbone, but instead of pushing it down and off my shoulder as I thought he would, he ran his finger slowly along my left breast then my right in front and then traced it all the way down around the bottom. I watched his face while he did this. It seemed more intimate than kissing him had. By the time he had finished outlining the whole thing, he barely touched me and yet I was so wet I could hardly stand up. It was then that I realised I loved him, but if I was ever called a mudblood then I would let him deal with it.
"Rowena, who carved mudblood in your arm?" he asked. Shit! I forgot to use a concealment charm. But I owe him the truth and so I regrettably spoke.

"Your aunt."
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Draco's POV-
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I couldn't believe this, it was like Hermione getting mudblood carved into her arm by my aunt. The similarities between mine and Salazar's sound quite similar. Almost too similar....