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Coping and Keeping	By : DameOfSlytherin Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 46009 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 9
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Hermione’s face scrunched in pain behind a cloud of her hair as she bent forward to lift her seven year old sleeping daughter. Harry watched her with a scowl on his face. They were standing in his spare bedroom.
            “You know you should leave her sleeping, you have no reason to take her at two in the damn morning,” He crossed his arms over his chest and bared his teeth at his once best friend. Hermione shifted the sleep-heavy weight of her child in her arms.
            “I’m sorry to disturb your sleep, we’ll be out of your way very soon,” She leaned over precariously to grab her little girl’s bag and then carried her child to the living room. Harry and Ginny’s house was spacious so there was little chance she’d bang into anything as she walked. Harry followed her like a silent seething wrath and watched as she grabbed her hand full of the green floo powder.
            “Does Ron know you are taking His daughter?” Harry loved to taunt her with the knowledge that the little girl in her arms wasn’t really her child, that she would never be this little girl’s birth mother. But she was her mother in every way that counted.
            “She is my daughter! I raised her and you would do best to respect that,” She had become the little girl’s legal guardian when she and Ron had married when the child was a month old. Now she was working on becoming her only legal guardian. Hermione stepped into the flames. “Goodbye, Harry.”
            She flooed back her to her and Ron’s apartment and was greeted with the drunken snores of her husband. Ron was laid out on the sofa, his arm thrown over his head and his legs splayed wide. Drool fell from his mouth in a continuous line and the smell in the room signaled that he cut a few in his sleep.
Laying her daughter down very carefully and very quietly, Hermione set about silently gathering enough clothes and belongings for her child. They would need clothes, some money, some food, and the girl’s favored stuffed bunny, and if she could swing it, as many books as she could fit. A noise behind her startled her from her task.
            “Mumma,” Hermione dropped the bag she had stuffed full of her daughter’s favorite books and spun to face the little girl.
            “Nadia, sweetie, what are you doing up?” Hermione walked to the little girl and brushed her straight black hair out of her face.
            “He snores very loudly when he drinks the bad stuff,” Nadia pushed herself up right and looked at the small purse her mother had placed on a side table. “Are we going somewhere?”
            “Yeah, we are. We’re going to go stay with Uncle Siri and Moony for a while, okay?” Hermione smiled brightly at her daughter and started stuffing the separate bags into the single beaded purse. Her daughter’s face brightened and spread into a wide smile. Then a frown marred that pretty face.
            “But will he make us come back? I don’t want to come back, please mumma,” The little girl started to cry but her tears and her words were nearly silent, as if she were afraid. Hermione kneeled in front of Nadia’s chair.
            “No, I’m going to make it so that we never have to come back, never ever,” She smiled at her daughter and put a finger to her own lips to signal the need for quite. She pulled the small body into her arms for a hug and lifted her daughter to her feet. “Now, put your coat on and grab a big hat of his, I want you to hide your face.”
            “Yes ma’am,” Nadia dutifully went to the hall closet and stole away her biggest black jacket and her father’s biggest black hat. At the last moment, she grabbed his black scarf as well. She showed them to her mother who nodded her head and donned her own apparel.
            Snatching the beaded purse and her daughter’s hand, Hermione slinked out of the house, the man on the dented sofa none the wiser.
            Number 12 Grimmauld place had not changed in the year that Hermione had been away, or the outside hadn’t. As she waited for the building to settle, she shifted the weight of her daughter to her opposite shoulder. She’d told Nadia to act asleep when they arrived.
            The door had a new, shining silver knocker that rang out in the night. Hermione looked in the shadows over both of her shoulders, and the lengths of the streets, she scanned the little alleyways and doorways, for any too still shadow, for a too deep darkness. She was startled from her observations by the door being pulled open very quickly. Snapping her head to the entrance way, Hermione’s throat clogged with fear as she saw Severus Snape standing in the hall, backlit by the candles in the wall.
            “Ms. Granger, to what do we owe the distinct non-pleasure of this visit?” The dark man’s lips curled into a trademark sneer and his words made Hermione flinch.
            “I am so sorry but is Remus in, or possibly Sirius?” She kept her head down and her eyes adverted from him. Her voice was low, nearly a whisper. He gave a long, drawn-out sigh.
            “I am afraid that until you can speak-up properly, you won’t make it past the doorstep,” To prove his point he stepped forward, filling the doorway further and blocking any way in. Hermione tried again, though she barely raised her voice, and she lifted her head but looked at the doorjamb instead of his face.
            “I’m sorry, professor. You’re right, I shouldn’t have spoken like that, and I’m sorry. Is Sirius or Remus here, please?” She hugged her daughter to her a bit tighter. She heard Snape snort before he moved aside.
            “You didn’t speak any better but I won’t punish the child for your incompetence, follow me, “He turned in a billow of robes and led the way through to the drawing room.
Sirius and Remus were both in the room, in house coats, playing a game of wizard’s chess. When the door slid open, they both looked up and nearly gasped in shock at seeing Hermione standing there. She had left with Ron a year ago when the redhead had thrown a jealousy fit and declared his wife wouldn’t step back into the house.

Her hair was no longer bushy, but it had a large amount of volume, its tone still a deep chestnut. Her face had slimmed down, becoming heart shaped, and her skin was flawless. Her lips were a full cupid’s bow, and her eyes, when the men could see them, were a rich chocolate color.
            She gave a weak smile as she saw them, but then an even weaker gasp as she saw Lucius Malfoy in the corner of the room, holding a book. He was looking dead at her.
            “I am so sorry, I’ve interrupted, I didn’t mean to. I’m sorry,” She started to back away but Snape was behind her. He placed a hand on her shoulder and felt her stiffen and try to sink away. In perverse pleasure, he squeezed and kept her where she was.
            “No, ‘Mione, don’t go! It’s only a little get together that we always have around this time of the month. You’re not interrupting a thing. Though, Severus may disagree,”        Remus stood as he was talking and made his way over to her. He grabbed her hand and led her over to the only free settee and let her sit down.
            “Oh, goodness no, of course you were not interrupting, it is not three in the morning and you are not born of muggle parents,” Snape gave another long drawn-out sigh. Hermione carefully settled Nadia into the corner of the settee and found her daughter truly asleep. Sirius stood and sent a glare Snape’s way before he came and kissed her cheek.
            “Hello, Ms. Granger,” Malfoy’s greeting was deliberate and challenging. Few people outside of the Weasley family called her by her husband’s last name. The men in this room simply refused at wand point to call her anything but Granger.
            “Hello, Lord Malfoy,” Again, she spoke quietly and to the side.
            “’Mione, why are you out so late? It’s dangerous out there, all kinds of bad people. How could Ron let you walk out, and with Nadia?” Remus demanded, his voice calm but insistent.
            “I just thought that if I was going to visit some old friends that I shouldn’t wait and decided you were on the top of the list. Ron was asleep, but don’t worry about him, please. I’m sorry you’re mad that we stepped out so late,” Her reply was rushed and sounded like a script, a constant replay.
            “Really, Granger, all I hear out of your know-it-all mouth is apologies. And lies,” Snape’s voice cut in deep and low. Hermione shook her head and pet her daughter’s hair.
            “Sirius said I was always welcome, that I wouldn’t be turned away. His house was the first place I could think of to go. Did you want me to leave?” She frantically looked at Sirius then whipped her head to Remus. It was Lucius that spoke next.
            “She obviously must stay, Black issued an invitation, and he can’t rescind now. Besides, think of the child,” His drawl was punctuated by the sounds of his page turning. By the doorway, Snape crossed his arms and leaned on the frame, staring at Nadia’s still form. Sirius was staring at Hermione hard, studying her face and body posture. Remus was smelling the air, sniffing and getting a deepening frown on his face.
            “Really, Hermione, you’re always welcome. You know that,” Sirius tugged at the end of one of her curls but let go when she flinched. “But I want to know what would cause you to leave so late at night and endanger this little one.”
            Severus scathingly cut in with a hum of agreement from Lucius. “Really, Black, you are obtuse. She would only expose the child to danger if , in fact, the child already was in danger, and exposing the girl could, at some point, lead to safety, i.e. here.”
            “Hermione, which of you is bleeding?” Remus asked it quietly, his words soft, but his eyes were golden, feral. She shook her head wildly. The little body next to her sat up and yawned.
            “It’s mumma, he always makes her bleed,” Her words were sleep blurred and slightly muffled by the scarf wrapped around her face. Hermione gathered her daughter to her and helped her out of the cumbersome clothing. She gently chastised her child. Neither noticed the men stiffening or the deadly looks that entered their eyes.
            “Nadia, you know nobody needs to know our business but us. You weren’t to tell them anything,” Hermione combed Nadia’s hair from her face.
            “Ah, but you were, Ms. Granger. You didn’t think we would let you sit and bleed, and not do something about it. Especially, when it’s your dear little ginger husband’s fault,” Lucius had placed his book aside and was twirling his wand in his hands.
            “But, I had to tell them. This way you can get rid of Him and then get me a real papa, maybe a nice one like Uncle Moony, or a funny papa like Uncle Siri. Or maybe, maybe, mumma, you could get me a handsome papa like Lord Malfoy, or a smart one like Professor Snape,” Nadia spoke excitedly, beginning to bounce in her seat. “I think they all would make good papas.”
            “I’m sure they would, sweetie. But Lord Malfoy already has a son, he’s already someone’s papa. And you can’t make them just be your papa, they have to love you like papas love their daughters,” Hermione kissed Nadia’s forehead and smiled at her daughter. She was furiously fighting a blush at the thought of these men and one of them being a father to her daughter.
            “I know but if you give them what mummies give papas won’t they want to be my papa?” Nadia’s head wrinkled in confusion as she tried to remember how proper mothers and father interacted. She let out a yawn before she could finish her sentence. Her uncle Siri picked up on it.
            “Come on you, to bed, we can talk about papas and mamas tomorrow,” Hermione picked up Nadia before he could and he led her to a room. “I hope this okay for you two, just for now. Malfoy has your regular room, and Snape always had his own.”
            “Sirius, its perfect, thank you. I’ll be right down after she’s all tucked in,” She dressed Nadia in her jammies and made her brush her teeth. Tucking her in the big bed, she gave her the stuffed bunny and kissed the little girl’s eyelids. “Night, baby.”
            In the drawing room, Snape was fingering the vials he had placed in his robes when Hermione and Nadia had left. He grabbed a bottle of brandy and tried to force the image of a beaten and broken Hermione out of his mind.
            “Merlin, the thought of being that little girl’s papa doesn’t sound bad, not at all. Especially if it comes with ‘Mione as a perk,” Sirius sauntered back into the room, and picked up his brandy, falling gracefully into his seat. He received a glare from two of the other occupants and an uncharacteristic smirk from Remus. “What? It’s not like you lot weren’t thinking it, that we weren’t all thinking it since before she married Ron’s mangy arse.”
            “Yes, but we had the grace to keep it to ourselves. Besides, she doesn’t need the stress of four men competing for her affections,” Lucius drawled out, resuming his wand twirling.
            “Who said we had to compete for them, we work together, all of us. Would you all really object, when we’re already fucking each other? It’ll be one big relationship-thingy, we can have her together or separate, or in pairs or however we all please,” Sirius grinned at them all.
Hermione came in the room and smiled tightly at them all, effectively ending the conversation. But not for good.
            Downing his glass of brandy, Severus stood and gestured for her to sit in a tall-backed chair. “Granger, you need to remove the glamour and let me see all your wounds.”
            “No, Snape, it’s not a big deal, it’s not all that bad. Just a few scrapes, really,” She hid her face to the side but pleaded with him all the same.
            “You will remove the glamour and let him treat you, or else I will make it happen. We do not need you to get an infection and die on us, sending Nadia back to the blood-traitor,” Lucius was pointing his wand at her. And he looked ready to do as he threatened.
            “I doubt I will get an infection, really. I had these kinds of cuts before, it won’t kill me,” She emphasized her words but kept her tone low. The next thing she heard was a glass shattering in a fireplace.
            “How long has it been going on, Hermione? How long has he been hitting you, abusing you? Is this the first time he’s threatened Nadia? Is it?” Sirius shouted the words at her, his slippered foot crunching the scattered glass.
            “I told him that if he ever dared to even threaten my daughter, if he even hinted at harming her that I would never let him see her again. That I would be gone before he could blink,” Hermione stopped and cleared her throat, overly aware of the stares of the four men. “He always sends her over to Harry’s but today he said she wouldn’t have to leave again, that she could start doing what I do for him.”
            Hermione let out a choked sob, pressing the back of her hand to her lip. When she pulled it away it was covered in blood. She nearly jumped out of her skin when Snape stepped forward and swiped his thumb across her glamoured lip, coming away with more blood. She shivered and pulled out her wand to wave it across her face and body, waving away the glamour. A growl echoed across the room, Remus barely stopping himself from bounding over to her. He reined himself in though, when she flinched at the sound.
            Along her hairline was a wide gash, gaping open and fresh. Her eye was swollen, nearly shut but not quite. Her bottom lips was busted and blood was nearly dripping off. Her high cheekbones were bruised, and purple handprints could be seen around her neck. Her collarbone, barely peeking out of her shirt, had four long scratches. The blouse had rips, above her breast, along her stomach, and a sleeve was missing. Her skirt had a large rip, nearly to the top of her thigh.
            “Has he been raping you, Hermione?” Lucius’ voice slid across the room and down her spine, despite the question.
            “Yes and no. Yes, he believes he has been raping me, but that’s only because after he beats me he orders me to ready myself for him. But instead, I stupefy him and create false memories, or I create a double of myself for him to use. I can’t predict when he’ll beat me or I would avoid those too,” She swiped at the blood at her lip, smearing it across her chin. “His drinking helps, leaves him vulnerable.”
            “Fuck, Mione, why didn’t you tell anyone? I would have helped you, taken you in way before this,” Sirius ran his hand through his hair, shaking his head like his animagus form.
            “I couldn’t leave yet, I was working on a way to keep Nadia, on ensuring that he would never have her. I almost had it too, when he threatened her. How could he dare think that I would ever let him have her or harm her?” She raised her hands and face up to the men in the room with an anguished, questioning look. Snape moved forward then, with a cloth and the potion.
            “Granger, there is no reason that you cannot continue your research here, in fact you will have better material here and more than one research partner,” His long fingers were hauntingly gentle as they ran the potion saturated cloth over her cuts, cleaning and healing them with a few easy swipes. His thumb came out and rubbed along her lower lip. “You’ll need to remove your shirt, I’ll need to examine your torso.”
            “I-if you’re sure, o-of course professor,” Hermione reached down to pull her shirt off her body, revealing heavy breast cupped by a lace bra, her dusky nipple only just hidden by the straining cup.
            “You can, of course, expect my help in the coming weeks, as we sort out all the details of the little one’s guardianship. I’m sure it won’t be too difficult to expose his violent tendencies and pedophilic habits,” Lucius’ voice once again slinked down Hermione’s spine but her face was already so red and turned away the she didn’t see the stares of the men on her exposed upper body. If she had looked she would have seen Sirius heavy lidded stare on her nipples, his fingers straining and occasionally moving, as if on her body. She would have seen the gold flashes in Remus’ eyes as he tracked the heaving globes as they threatened to spill out of the cups. She would have seen Lucius’ gaze drifting over her breast, dipping into the cleft between them and his tongue swiping his lips. As it was, she felt Snape’s fingers dance over her skin, supposedly checking for bruises or scraps, and only occasionally dipping the potion onto her skin. When he stepped back she shivered as she was exposed even more to the other three men.
            “Thank you, Professor. And thank you, Lord Malfoy, for your offer, but I don’t wish to be a bother,” Hermione shifted in the chair, bringing her leg up beneath her, splitting the rip farther up. Sirius immediately pulled off his house coat to give her his shirt. She stood to slip it on and slide the ruined skirt down her legs. The men gained a glimpse of silk before the shirt covered her to nearly her knees.
            “Nonsense, Ms. Granger. Look at it this way, if it makes you feel better, you will be helping me in the feud against the Weasley’s. The Malfoy’s will gain another point, as it were,” Lucius gave her a small smirk when she glanced his way and she nodded. “But for now, really, you ought to go sleep, you are nearly dropping.”
            Snape stepped forward immediately and picked her up, and held her hands down when she nearly punched him in reflex. “Relax, Granger. The potion can make you unsteady on your feet. We don’t need you to snap you’re neck if you fall down the stairs.”
A/N: I'll add more warnings as I write, I have no idea how long this will be, most likely it won't be very long at all. I think I like this one, can't be sure till more pops up. I'd like some reviews, so I can know I'm not writing complete and utter useless bullshit.
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