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The Wolf, the Otter, and the Slytherin	By : Tri Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 32023 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Hermione hung in mid air, her limbs spread out. She felt air fill her lungs and her eyelash caressed the heavy air above her. She stared up at the chandelier, snakes made out of metal as the arms as they held up green colored glass. The air that filled her lungs and gave her life suddenly twisted and pulled her sharply right down. She heard something crack underneath her, not sure if that her body or the floor cracking from under the great force, her lungs acted on instincts and expelled the air she took in and formed it into a scream.

Hermione tried to nestle her body into the carpeted floor but pointed shoes entered her vision. The boot was pulled back just a few inches but when it rammed into her side, it felt like it was pulled back from a hundred feet away. The brunette screamed in pain, this time knowing that crack was coming from her. She whimpered, staring back up at the ceiling again.

A white gaunt face of a woman appeared suddenly above her, a tight hand grabbing her chin to keep her head still. Hermione thrashed despite having the woman pining her down with her body. Hair as black of the shadows of nightmares frame her face, what could have been a beautiful face was twisted with madness and bloodlust. Hermione never dreamed of being under Bellatrix Lestrange’s anger and wand.

“You are lying, filthy Mudblood, and I know it!” Bellatrix screamed at Hermione as spittle splashed their way on her cheek.“You have been inside my vault at Gringotts! Tell the truth, tell the truth!”

The mad witch grabbed a handful of wild hair and pulled Hermione’s back sharply. She held back a yelp between her lips, hoping to not feed the demon above her. Like a child, Bellatrix demanded attention. The woman pulled back more of her head and Hermione let a pitiful cry when she felt a good chunk of her hair pulling away sharply at the roots.

Bellatrix got up from her, letting Hermione take in some needed air. The pureblood threw the brown locks to the floor like it was garbage. Hermione whimpered; her side was flaring up with hot pain.

“What else did you take, what else?” Hermione looked as she saw the black wand out, sparks twitching out from anger. “ANSWER ME! CRUCIO!”

Hermione winced, holding back a scream that she knew was coming. But the scream was not hers. She blinked open her eyes and felt ice cold hand grabbing her heart as she saw Remus was the one begging for mercy. His cinnamon dusted locks twisted and moved into the carpet as his lithe body buckled and swung as a red light engulfed him.

Bellatrix laughed gleefully, like a schoolgirl, as the werewolf suffered for her enjoyment. The ravened haired villainess let go of the curse, leaving behind a twisted up body of Remus. Hermione felt tears run down her face as she saw those once lovely chocolate eyes cloud up, the brightness dimming.

“NO!”

Whatever ounce of strength Hermione’s body could pull together had her running to the mad witch. Bellatrix turned and swished her wand, sending Hermione backwards in the air. Her back was greeted by stone walls. The black dress swished every step that Bellatrix took. Magical ropes grabbed hold of Hermione’s wrists and pulled back sharply.

Bellatrix use her wand and tilted Hermione’s head up. The dark eyes gleamed with a hidden secret, a lifetime full of painful mirth. “If you wanted the filthy mutt to be put down…you could have said…yes.” She hissed, leaning close to Hermione, a Cheshire cat smirk spread across.

The wand slapped Hermione across the face as it turned to it’s new target. Her head turned on it’s own, watching the evil smirk spread across the twisted up face of the witch. Remus wheezed shallowly, his body curled up into itself. Hermione heard Bellatrix cackle as she grabbed hold of the thick mane of hair and Hermione looked into those dimming warm chocolate eyes. Despite the pain, his eyes shined with happiness and hope. Hermione screamed out, her feet kicking at the stone with fury as her body wretch away from the wall. The ropes pulled her back sharply, the hard fibers digging into her flesh now.

Bellatrix laughed more as Hermione cried, jabbing her wand into the werewolf’s neck. “Watch, mudblood, watch as I kill him. You cannot save him now!”

“Granger…”

With cruel determination, Bellatrix hissed out, “Avada Kedavra!”

Hermione cried out as green light engulfed the werewolf, his body contorting with the quick death. Bellatrix dropped his body like garbage and gave the werewolf a swift kick to the side. Hermione kept screaming, tears running down her face, as her body thrashed and struggle to get away.

“Miss Granger!”

Hermione looked at Remus’ form, hearing her name being called. His cold, blue lips did not move despite the fact that she heard a masculine voice chanting her name. Hands out of nowhere grasp her cheeks and long fingers cradle her head. A cool forehead pressed against hers as she stared up into twin coal colored spheres.

A soft, sweet lullaby entered her ears as her body relaxed. Her screamed quieted until all she heard was the song. The lyrics were stranger, nothing she ever heard before but as she continue to focus on them the more she believed she had.

“Sleep…”the owner of the song whispered this order and Hermione had no choice but to give in.

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Hermione curled up into soft pillow and warm sheets, her body slowly waking up. She heard the sound of footsteps off to the side and the chiming of a clock as it reached a new hour. As the hour struck ten times, she forced her body to wake up. Sleeping in bed until ten was unacceptable, it nearly wasted the day. Her hand reached over to her bedside table, hoping to silence the alarm. But her hand did not hit her bedside table or any table at all. Her hand smacked against a lacey material. As much as she knew, no beds in Grimmuald Place or at the Burrow had lacy bed curtains.

Hermione pushed herself up and like magic, the soft pillows righted themselves up to support her back. This was certainly not a bed that Hermione ever seen before. The mattress was large, being able to hold four or more people in. Draped over the bed itself was a thin gold cover, the sunlight through the gauzy curtain made it shine like rich honey. Hermione could not resist the temptation to run her fingers along the flowery décor sewn into the fabric with white thread.

A shadow passed onto the cover, drawing Hermione’s main focus back on reality of the situation. The lack of weight against her forearm meant her wand and wand holster had disappeared. Hermione inched back, her body prepared for the worst.

“Missy Granger!” A shrill squeak of surprise came out as the curtains were suddenly pulled back.

Brown eyes blinked at the bright light that filled the room. The tiny figure of a house elf was nearly engulfed by the large windows before the creature.

“W-Whimsy?” Hermione had to shield her eyes from the sunlight. “What is going on?”

Hermione knew that she was still in the Malfoy Manor but the memories leading up as to why seem such a blur. A pounding throb at the back of her head pulsated to the point Hermione could hear her own heartbeat. A scuffle of feet followed by the sliding of metal rings ended the bright sunlight. Hermione rubbed her eyes and looked down at the tiny and now sobbing house-elf.

“Whimsy? What is wrong?” Hermione asked but in the back of her pounding head, Hermione wonder if all female house-elves cried like a teenager after being dumped.

Whimsy was worrying her hands, which Hermione noted to be bandage up. Giant gray eyes refused to meet her face. “Whimsy is very sorry. She didn’t mean it. Whimsy was just protecting her mistress like a good elf should!” the high pitch cry was enough to add a ten ton like pressure against Hermione’s head.

“What did you do?”

“Whimsy attacked Missy Granger…”

Like a spell, flashes of memories came running at Hermione at full speed, like remembering a dream. Hermione remembered the letter Lucius Malfoy sent, and then come here only to be dragged on a tiny tour by Whimsy, and she stopped when the screaming happened. Hermione inside grew cold as she saw images of Narcissa screaming like a wild boar against its restraints then…then he appeared.

“Missy Granger was like Mistress in her sleep…Mister Blackman worried over her much like Whimsy and Master…Whimsy does not like screaming. Whimsy likes music of Blackman.”

Mister Blackman only confirm Hermione’s memories. “Whimsy…this Mister Blackman…Is he Professor Snape?”

“Despite his death being declared official by the Ministry, you still call him by his title.”

Hermione whipped her head around to see the tall and all too proud Lucius Malfoy. He leaned against the now open doorframe, yet it was not for comfort or appearance. The pureblood changed in a matter of days, from a pride filled and cocky aristocrat to an echo of the wizard Hermione viewed after the Final Battle. If it wasn’t still for the clear shaven face of his, Hermione would have suspected being back in time. His tailored white shirt was pulled back above his elbows and Hermione saw the black outline of the dark mark still present. Lucius proud, pureblood mask dropped when the top few buttons of his shirt were popped off. He looked like he had not slept for days.

He walked through and crossed the space from the door to the bed. He stopped short of the other side of the bed, his gray eyes taking on a dull hue. “Miss Granger, you will have to excuse my composure. I had never wanted for you or anyone but close friends to know of Narcissa’s condition.”

“Condition?” Hermione repeated back. To her, Narcissa looked better in an insane asylum rather this luxurious mansion.

Malfoy at last looked straight into her face, his eyes held back the emotion of fear very well to some degree. “It will be best if you join me in my study so we can discuss this issue.”

Once Malfoy left, Whimsy helped Hermione getting dressed. Well, it was more of letting Whimsy after the house-elf begged and wept again. Hermione had wanted to re-wear her clothes from yesterday but even she could not walk around in day old clothes she slept in. Whimsy took her clothes to be washed while the house-elf pushed elaborate clothing on the poor girl.

Whimsy had tried to put Hermione into a wizarding robe that even from a glance Hermione knew it was worth more than the Burrow. After she rummage through her expandable bag, Hermione dug up some clothes that she had thrown in one day. Hermione pulled over a red and white plaid shirt over her head, buttoning up the short row of buttons that reached the top of her cleavage. If it wasn’t for the stuffy weather outside, she might button it up all the way. She pulled a brown braided belt through the loops of her tan pair of jeans.

When Hermione enter the study, she saw the surprised little sneer from the pureblood where he stood near the fireplace. Hermione probably looked like a tiny lumber jack but she hardly care. Malfoy gestured to an open chair; the same one Hermione was in last time. She pressed her back against the chair, her hands folded in her lap.

“I’m sorry for my elf for attacking you, Miss Granger,” if it wasn’t for the ever present sneer he held in his face, Hermione wasn’t so sure this was the same Lucius Malfoy. She never knew a Malfoy to apologize for an elf. “But Whimsy acted on her duty, of protecting Narcissa.”

“Protecting her from whom exactly?”

“Herself…Mostly,” he sighed, taking a seat at his desk. He rested his pointed chin on the crux of his folded fingers.

“Mr. Malfoy, just what is going on here?” Hermione needed to know. Was Narcissa suffering from the same fate as her eldest sister; of turning insane?

“Miss Granger…” Malfoy trailed off as the door to the study opened. He stood up so quickly that Hermione missed his rising. His face contorted with surprise and a dusting of worry.

She followed his trail of sight as she twisted in the chair. Hermione held back a gasp, having to bit her tongue in the process at she saw what Malfoy was surprised about. As clear as day, Severus Snape stood in the doorway. His signature black suit was ever present on his body, just like the night Hermione witness his so called death. As his black eyes stared through her, Hermione felt a shiver run down her spine and explode in her belly. It carried a strange sense of déjà vu like she looked in his eyes since forever occur.

“Severus, just what are you doing here?” Malfoy spoke through tight lips, as if he was trying to shoo the Potion’s Master away.

He met the pureblood with a cool glance in his direction, breaking whatever the hold on Hermione. “Lucius, you know as well as I, that Miss Granger has already seen me. It would do us nothing good to pretend it never happened,” Snape’s eyes narrowed. “Or would you rather have her pester you with never ending questions?”

The way he spoke was from experience, which Hermione felt hurt at and had to agree with. There were two grand mysteries that Hermione needed to be reveal and obviously these two men were the main.

“Professor Snape, what do you have to do with Madam Narcissa’s condition?” Hermione asked, her arms crossed and tucked under her chest.

Snape crossed the floor and took a seat right next to her, a single three legged table separated from each other. Hermione watched, as if drawn to each movement of his, as he crossed his long leg right over his lap, his hand clasping his ankle. Snape stared at Malfoy before the senior wizard nodded and sat back down.

Snape turned to her, “Miss Granger, I am sure you have a lot of questions but if you let me explain, I’m positive that my story will answer most of them,” he held up a hand just as Hermione parted her lips. “You must keep all your questions toward the end.”

Hermione let out a huff and leaned back into her chair, giving in to his demands. Once he saw that she would not interpret he cleared his throat. “It was at the end of the final battle when Narcissa…”

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Author’s Note: A quick note, the dialog in bold are fromHarry Potter and the Deathly Hallows in Chapter 23. I edited them around to shorten the scene. Anyway, the next chapter will be a flashback that will answer some questions just to bring about new ones. Kind of Lost. Please review! I love reviews!
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