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This Physical Fascination (HG/SS/LM)	By : Remarkable Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 71599 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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I can have sadz that not many folks reviewed the last chapter? Thank you for those of you who did, and those who are shy thank you for reading. Shame on the lazies that simply won't click the review button! You are my bread and butter please review! OK done begging.

I stayed up during this awful snowstorm to get this chapter done. I think..... I like this character Jeff Everett. Might have to flesh him out more and use him in some other stories. Hee hee. Fun making new characters. The guy's a real asshole. Okay. So hopefully if you didn't review you simply missed the last update. Yes, there is smut in this chapter. Is that all you naughty people live for? Ah yes, I thought so. Me too. Shame on me for having plot! Sheesh!

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Chapter 12

“Fucking hell, witch! You didn’t have to hex me!” Everett was rubbing at his crotch furiously, the itching and burning almost unbearable.

“Watch where you’re going!” Hermione gave a small shriek as they narrowly missed a chimney, flying low over the countryside.

“How am I supposed to fly my fucking broom when my balls are on fire?”

Hermione smirked to herself even as the broom dipped and weaved perilously amongst the houses. It was a good thing they were Disillusioned or they would have caused quite a stir by now.

“Serves you right. You’re lucky I didn’t make them shrivel up and fall off.”

Everett gritted his teeth and said nothing, wishing nothing more than to push the witch off the broom and forget he ever laid eyes on her. As far as he was concerned, Snape and Lucius could have the little bitch. One thing was for sure; that was the first and last time he’d ever attempt to cop a feel on her pert little arse.

“Will you fix this? I’m going to crash into a building!”

“If you flew higher you wouldn’t have to dodge the buildings.”

“If I fly higher you’re going to vomit on me. You said so yourself.”

“Say please. And promise me you’ll never touch my person without permission ever again.”

“Not on your life.”

Hermione swallowed down the bile that gathered in her mouth, thanking every living thing in existence they were almost in the vicinity of the flat.

“Remind me again why we’re flying and not Apparating?”

“I thought you were the brightest smart-arse witch of her age?” Despite his misery, Everett smirked maliciously. He loved getting little digs in against the brainy cow.

“Just tell me or I’ll cast my shriveling spell!”

“Fine! Because if Crouch or his cronies cast detection spells around any of the flats where they house the parolees, they’d detect us and be on us in a heartbeat. That or we’d probably be fried to a crisp. We have no way of knowing how far out or if they even have wards set up.”

“What makes you think they won’t have the same thing in place for physical travel?”

“Crouch is book smart, but he isn’t street smart. He doesn’t think that way.”

“You seem awfully sure it’s him.”

“Trust me. I know.”

They were silent for the remainder of their journey, setting down a few blocks from the hidden flat. Hermione kept her distance from the irate Potions master clenching his genitals. She supposed it was rather overdoing it to have hexed him with itchy, pus-like boils on his cock and balls, but damnit, no one touched her arse without permission and got away with it!

Everett limped along, swishing his wand and muttering every healing spell he knew every so often, to no avail. He’d be damned if he’d ask her to take it off. The proud, stubborn man was not about to bow down to a mere witch, no matter how bloody bright she was supposed to be. Nope, he didn’t envy those other wizards one iota. They could have her vindictive mind and wand. Pussy whipped gits.

The mysterious wizard cried out as another boil erupted and the pus burned, running down his inner thigh.

“Oh for fuck’s sake, quit your whinging! You keep it up with that silly wand waving and the magical detection traps will know we’re here for sure!” Hermione snapped, finally flicking her wand, surprising even herself as all evidence of the curse disappeared, pain and all. She wasn’t even aware how very like another Potions master she sounded in that moment.

In an instant, Everett had her pinned against the nearest wall, the gathering clouds overhead threatening another downpour, the streets strangely deserted. The wind whipped bits of her hair loose from its knot and blew around her face, and he gasped at how gorgeous she was in that moment. Her hand still twitched, holding her wand tight, but she made no move to hex him further. Her chin was up, defiant, eyes blazing and he had to admire her fortitude, no amount of fear in her eyes whatsoever. There weren’t many that stood up to him. That earned her a grudgingly high level of respect in his eyes. After a brief, but intense stare-down he let her go roughly, shoving her once before striding deliberately ahead of her once more.

“You have your promise, witch. I will never attempt to grope you in a familiar fashion without your permission.”

Hermione knew that was probably the best she was going to get from the man. Catching up with him, they strode in silence, neither looking at the other as they slowed and tested the air around them. Sure enough, they detected Apparition detection wards and a zig-zag of some dark magic laced into it, but nothing that would hurt them by approaching on foot. It was all set to trigger with the use of magic, however, so their wands would be useless unless they wanted to be burned to ash instantly. The unlikely pair removed their Disillusionment spell, Everett shrinking his broom and tucking it into his pocket.

Sheathing their wands, they moved carefully through the wards, breathing a collective sigh of relief as they entered the building unchallenged.

“It’s a bit eerie,” Hermione admitted, whispering.

There was no activity in the building. Usually she could hear electricity humming through the place, or the footsteps of other parolees in their flats, the occasional clack of pool balls being racked up or the laughter floating through the floors. There was no sound whatsoever.

Hermione spoke once more, needing to hear her own voice to prove to herself this wasn’t just some odd dream. “Do you have what you need to counteract the charm and the other restraints?”

Everett nodded, his lips going into a thin line. He made a cut-throat motion, indicating she should shut up. Hermione rolled her eyes but complied.

Suddenly, just as they turned a corner to go up the stairs leading to Severus and Lucius’ flat, the door to the first level hallway was flung open and a number of men came out shouting and swinging. Everett ducked, barely missing a jagged bottle being thrust at his head. He picked up Hermione as if she weighed nothing and tucked her under his arm like a football, bounding up the stairs three at a time. Hermione screeched, shocked at his strength and the fact that she was being manhandled by the damnable wizard once more.

Footsteps and shouts followed them. It was a short trip to the upper hallway and Everett unceremoniously dropped her onto her feet once they were through the upper hallway door, holding it shut against the pounding, already knowing others had gone back down and around to get in the other way on the opposite side of the door.

“Hurry up and get your boyfriends out here to call off their dogs!” the man roared, his muscles straining to hold the door shut.

Hermione pounded on the door to the flat, trying the handle and finding it locked. She continued to pound and yell, shaking the handle, wishing she could just Alohamora the damn thing open and knowing all the while they’d be dead in an instant.

It happened all so quickly. In one moment she was rattling the door, Everett grunting and swearing next to her, and then she was on the floor with the door to the flat on top of her, a great combined weight crushing her to the floor. The opposite door to the hallway opened and there was more shouting. Hermione felt her breath whoosh out of her and was unable to get it back, her breasts and face smushed into the unforgiving, cheap carpet. She heard Severus’ angry voice rising above the others, Everett cutting him off and then Lucius shouting above all of them, silencing the din and sounds of body blows that had been traded.

Severus’s voice faded, feet shuffling back out the side door, Hermione’s consciousness barely registering the lessening of weight until air rushed back into her lungs, great gasping draughts, coughing and wheezing with its blessed return.

“Oh Merlin, Hermione!”

Lucius shoved the door out of the way in an incredible show of strength, lifting her gingerly, holding her as a precious cargo to his chest to disappear with her back into his flat and bedroom, slamming the door behind them.

Everett traded glares with his rival. He had never liked Snape. As far as he was concerned the man was an arrogant, self-serving show-off, always besting everyone around him in a quiet show of strength. The man didn’t even have the dignity to claim himself a Pureblood. He was filth in Everett’s eyes, a man who had embraced and forsaken both worlds to serve two masters over his unrequited love of a dead woman, lost to an undeserving man and fate. In his opinion, the man was pathetic. Even more so that he was licking the boots of the likes of Malfoy and Granger.

Severus broke the silence. There were a few other parolees lingering in the hallway, whispering amongst one another.

“Geroff back to your flats. If the Auror division decides to do another sweep they’re going to get suspicious if we’re all in the same area pandering about like witches nattering over tea.”

Grumbling, they obeyed the taciturn dark wizard. Snape turned back to Everett.

“Jeff.”

“Don’t talk to me.”

Everett turned sharply on his heel and invited himself into the flat, flopping into an armchair.

Severus narrowed his eyes and went after him. He stood imperiously over the man, arms folded, and eyes as cold and impenetrable as ever.

After several long moments Everett spoke with a sneer. “So this is what the illustrious double spy of the war has come to, eh? Reduced to slave labor and Malfoy’s sloppy seconds.”

The man didn’t know what hit him. One moment Severus was standing still as a statue above him, the next a snarling beast with flying black hair and boiling obsidian eyes was at his throat, long fingers digging painfully into his thick skin. For several long moments Everett flailed helplessly against Snape’s powerful, lean arms, scrabbling against them like an ineffectual chick trying to bat away a much larger bird of prey. His eyes bugged out of his head as he rasped an incoherent curse at the taller, leaner man squeezing the air from his lungs.

“F-f-f-uu—cc—kk---- ee---rrr!!!” came the hideous rasp, barely even understandable amidst the spittle flying from his lips. Remembering his wand, Everett pulled it from his robes and stabbed Severus in the side with it. With barely a grunt the dark wizard loosened his grasp in momentary surprise, the lightening jolt of pain zig-zagging in an arc across his nervous system. The lapse was all Everett needed to get his knees under him and push the other man off, grabbing his hurting throat with one hand and aiming low with his wand in the other.

“You dirty sonofabitch!” The words came out hard and gravelly as if Everett hadn’t spoken for a week. By the look on Snape’s face, the telltale smirk led him to deduce that purple bruises were already forming where he’d been brutally choked.

Severus stood calmly once again, the only change in his stance from before a slight tensing of his legs and readiness to his countenance.

“You dare insult me in my own home? Pity. After all these years teaching at high end Wizarding private elitist schools and not one of those dried up ponces could teach you any manners?” Snape shifted on the balls of his feet, hands loose, shaking out his arms and flexing once.

Everett kept his wand trained on the former Death Eater. He considered himself well above this piece of shit. Such noble garbage was for the birds. The man dared call himself Slytherin? Nevertheless, Jeff Everett was not a stupid man and knew when to keep his mouth shut.

Severus folded his arms again, his eyes flicking to the hallway, wondering what in the hell Lucius was doing with Hermione but having a vague idea as to hazard a guess.

“Spill it, Jeff. What the fuck are you doing here with Hermione?”

Everett pulled a cigarette out of his robes and lit it with the tip of his wand. “Ask nicely and I might tell you.”

“You fucking troll! You come raging in here like a bull in a china shop and sit in my chair like you’ve every business being there. You’ll tell me what in Merlin’s name you’re doing here before I throw you out on your arse and count yourself lucky to still be in one piece!”

Despite the tirade, Severus still managed to pull off cool and collected. It was not an easy feat to maintain.

“I’ll explain once our illustrious young lady decides to grace us with her presence.”

Not to be outdone, Severus settled himself against the opposite wall, not trusting Jeff for one moment while the man was in his flat. Snape knew something had gone tits up at the Ministry but had no idea what that something was. Two waves of Aurors had swept through the building taking half the population of prisoners with them. There seemed to be no rhyme or reason as to why they had taken who they had, and none of them had spoken a word to the rest except to tell them to stay in their flats or risk relocation back to Azkaban. They were on lockdown.

The second sweep had been fairly uneventful, just a check-up of sorts, but was highly unusual in that he had recognized none of the faces and could have sworn he’d seen a swirl of black robes in the corridor beyond just as he’d shut the door after checking in. After the second sweep he, Malfoy and the younger lads had arranged an ambush brigade if anyone other than Aurors were to breach the wards they knew had been set on the property. Fat lot of good it had done them, almost ending up hurting the woman he loved.

And now his obvious replacement to teaching at Hogwarts had shown up with Hermione and the man was being a stubborn shithead. Two could play at that game. Snape had practically invented the meaning of the term during his own lifetime. All he could do was wait for Lucius to hurry the fuck up with their witch so they could get on with whatever it was.

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“Lucius, we can’t! There’s no time, I have to explain mfphff mmdphh!!”

Hermione’s words were drowned by his lips smothering her own. Lucius was relieved beyond measure that she’d revived upon being set upon the bed and a cold rag set on her forehead. When they’d broke down the door and squashed her beneath it his heart had known a moment’s terror. The young witch occupied his heart more fully than any other human being save Draco and Severus. He loved this woman more than his own life and desperately needed to show her the severity of his ardor before he exploded without her. It was as if there was an alternate force inside of him, pushing him to mate with her and become one with her, to show her the beauty of their consummation at every opportunity.

The urgency of the mission seemed to fade away under Lucius’ fateful touches as his fingertips skimmed the sides of her face, ghosting down her neck and sides to yank down her slacks and knickers in one go. His mouth devoured her, a starving, insatiable man forsaken of love for so long he couldn’t help but slake his thirst on the fountain of her youthful sexuality.

His hard body humped against her thigh rhythmically, making small circles as it sought her center. One deft hand freed himself from his trousers and mounted her without preamble, sheathing himself inside of her tight pussy in one go.

“Hermione I love you, I love you so much,” he breathed against her mouth, their lips touching as the words arced from his mouth to caress her auditory nerve center in a delightful wave of recognition that resonated in harmony within her soul. His thick, firm erection pumped steadily in and out of her slick vise, the virile part of him feeling the urge to mate with her, impregnate her with his child. This overwhelming urge avalanched into his male psyche and had him biting along her jawline with increasing fervor, down her neck and across her collarbone, leaving her gasping and panting beneath his harsh thrusts.

“Lucius I love you too, oh sweet Nimue Goddess knows I do, oh fuck you feel so fucking good!”

Hermione kicked her trousers and knickers off, spreading her thighs wider for him, knowing she’d get nowhere with her explanation until he’d finished with this mad coupling. She gave herself over fully and arched into his mouth, her clothed breasts pushing hotly against his chest as he groaned and held her hips steady, pounding now, driving her up the bed and into the headboard.

Lucius grabbed onto the headboard and slapped his balls against her in earnest, his silver grey eyes burning into the woman of his dreams beneath him. In that moment he knew she would be full of his child, a vision flashing so bright and clear in that instant with Hermione in a flowing dress, swollen with the bounty of spring in her step and either wizard at her side. His panting grew in leaps and bounds and his hips jerked crazily, shouting out to the witch writhing under him.

“Come for me, damn you! Come. For. Me. NOW- ah- FUCK!”

Lucius grabbed the solid wood of the headboard tightly, his knuckles white and slick from exertion while his head was thrown back in total abandon. His back arched, hips forcing his cock so deeply inside the witch he knew he surely must have been choking her, or at the very least had pushed himself inside her womb.

He gasped and swore, blinding light and spots dancing behind his eyes as he came so frightfully hard inside of her pulsing hotness. He was vaguely aware of her scream rending his eardrums with his name as her cunt milked his spurting cock for all he was worth, multiple jets of thick come filling the inside of her and leaking around the edges of their joining to meet with her soaked juices on the bedspread beneath.

The blond wizard slowly came down from his orgasm induced high, the frenzy wearing off as he lowered himself carefully over Hermione to kiss her silly. He proceeded to embrace her, whispering sweet nothings in her ear until she gently pushed him off and indicated to the other room with a flick of her head.

With a disconsolate sigh he raised himself from her delectable body and smirked at the mess he’d created between her legs and of her hair, which had already been a mess from her flight and the fighting, now a hopeless jungle of curls and snarls. She was his dream come true.

“You’re incorrigible.”

He raised one brow and smiled a genuine toothy grin at her. “You love it, witch.”

“Hmph.” Hermione huffed with irritation and flung open the door to race into the bathroom across the hall.

Everett swiveled his head as Lucius strolled from the bedroom, casual as you please, looking as if he were the cat who’d got the cream. And he had.

One look at Everett’s neck and Lucius’ eyes instantly travelled to the other dark wizard. Severus merely inclined his head at the man holding the wand on him, fag still in his hand but nearly burned out and ash all over their carpet.

An awkward silence stretched on and was broken by Hermione leaving the bathroom, her hair still a frightful mess but seemingly freshened up from Malfoy’s ardor. She took a stand amidst the three silent wizards, not oblivious to the heavy tension in the room.

Annoyed, she blurted out to no one in particular. “Well???”

Severus was not amused to find out that Everett held the key to their magical release, and Hermione was just as furious with the wizard for starting a fight with one of her lovers. It was an ugly, rather heated exchange and Hermione was also rather put-out that they hadn’t got a chance to explain what role Everett had had in the war, if any, and how the others knew of him.

In the end she’d had to insist on keeping the wizards across the room from one another while Everett disbanded the magical restraints one at a time on all of the former Death Eaters. Most of them were quite young and not ones who’d had had much to do with the war beyond being marked and participating in a few raids or surviving the final battle. All of the other seasoned men had been taken by the first sweep of Aurors.

It was with a held breath and crossed fingers and toes that Hermione was relieved when the last of the men from the building crossed the wards without incident and were safely beyond the range of magical detection. She flatly refused riding on Everett’s broom and insisted they Apparate back to Hogwarts for the rendezvous with the others.

Severus extracted a blood promise from all eighteen of the remaining men to keep silent, stay together and not cause any trouble while on Hogwarts grounds. He was not about to blow his chance at keeping his partners safe and upsetting the corruption that still needled its way through the Ministry. He personally thought Everett’s idea of the takeover being Barty Crouch Jr was a load of horse shite, but saved his counsel for the Headmistress.

The former Potions professor took the lot through one of his favorite back passageways on the grounds that fed right down the hall to the Room of Requirement.

Hermione spoke the necessary words to gain entrance and they all filed in one at a time, the door closing and disappearing behind them.

Headmistress McGonagall was amused at the marks on Everett’s neck but didn’t let it show. She kept the stern line to her mouth firm right up until she stood face to face with her former colleague and dear friend.

The two studied one another, aging Headmistress and powerful witch of her age and former Death Eater and feared Potions master, self-denier of glory.

And the room held its breath, awaiting the response of sharp, calculating eyes boring into fathomless black ones that studied her equally.

A tear slipped down her wrinkled cheek as she embraced her dear friend.

“Welcome home, Severus. Welcome home.”
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