Death Eater Double Team | By : Tigerrr Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 15510 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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A/N: Well, I can’t
believe someone is actually holding their review for ransom! I won’t even deign to mention that this
someone is too much of a scaredy cat to even put their NAME on the review in
question *hem hem* LOL it’s pretty
funny….I’ve never gotten an ultimatum like that before “update or your other
story won’t get a review, ha!”
I’ve decided to go ahead with another lemon, since I made
everyone wait so long for an update... I hope you like it!
WARNING: This isn’t a
SLASH story at all (you know that) but there may be some “teasing” going on for
Hermione’s benefit…Lucius and Severus are both straight as arrows and intend to
remain so for the duration of this tale.
And we finally get to know what the deal is with that cane… I won’t ever
be able to look at it again without blushing.
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Madam Pomfrey had finally gotten the two Death Eaters back
“up to snuff,” as she called it, and the wizards found themselves facing a
barrage of snickers and giggles as soon as they rejoined the Order
meetings. Hermione did her best to keep
a straight face (she hadn’t fond the courage to tell them yet) as they
exacerbated the problem by making several remarks that were immediately
misconstrued. Severus still had some
residual tenderness on his back, and Ron spit out a mouthful of pumpkin juice all
over Hermione when Lucius advised him to find a chair with a cushioned back,
saying that it would be easier for him to sit on. Then Severus had asked him, wasn’t he sore as
well? “After all, Lucius – you had a
worse time of it than I did,” he remarked.
He frowned as Hestia and Tonks had twin coughing fits, wondering what on
earth was wrong with everyone. Even Dumbledore wouldn’t look them in the eyes,
which was the strangest thing of all – when Lucius finally demanded to know
what was going on, all present shuffled their feet and wouldn’t answer. Mad-Eye’s magical eye whizzed around in his
head wildly, making Severus very suspicious.
“Perhaps you need to get it cleaned again, Alastor,” he
suggested, narrowing his eyes. He
knew. Somehow, Moody knew about their
relationship with Hermione, but the others who were behaving oddly as well
didn’t seem to include Hermione in their knowing looks. He motioned to Hermione to follow him to the
drawing room, and Lucius tagged along as well curiously. As soon as they left the room, whispers
abounded. He whirled on their lover as
soon as the door was closed. “Would you
mind telling me what is going on? And
don’t tell me it’s nothing,” he said sternly when the witch opened her mouth.
Hermione reached out for their hands, took a deep breath,
and told them.
The resultant roars defied even the hiding charms Sirius
Black’s ancestor had laid upon the house – Muggles on the sidewalk jumped in
surprise and a mail carrier ran his bicycle into an electrical pole. Ron and Harry were sniggering over the
“undercover lovers” when the two Death Eaters burst into the kitchen and began
cuffing everyone in sight rather violently.
Ginny was knocked into her porridge, Harry and Ron ended up on their
backs underneath the table, Mundungus Fletcher made the intimate acquaintance
of a potted geranium, and the rest scattered.
Hermione came back into the room just in time to stop them from picking
up Remus Lupin and heaving him out of the window. “Boys! Stop it right now,” she ordered in a
She-Who-Must-Be-Obeyed voice, and to the amazement of all present, they did
so. “I know you’re angry, but find
another way of expressing it, if you don’t mind,” she continued mildly,
perching on the counter and sipping her tea nonchalantly.
“I mind very much-we
mind very much!” Lucius snarled, his hair fairly crackling with electricity and
standing out from his head. He brushed
it flat with his hands, glaring about the room.
Severus was searching his pockets for something wildly, but stopped dead
when Hermione held up his fifteen-inch ebony wand. Lucius gave a start and began patting himself
down, glowering when the tiny witch produced his as well. “That’s mine,” he protested weakly.
Molly Weasley stuck her head back into the kitchen,
obviously hoping the storm had passed, and jumped at the black looks she
received from the two Death Eaters. Dumbledore
coughed politely and asked for an explanation (demanded one, really – the
twinkle was markedly absent). “Well,
Severus, Lucius, I take it from your reactions that you have been apprised of
Minerva’s forcible entry into your rooms.
No one intended to trespass, but you must admit that what was seen
forced some conclusions into being drawn,” he stated, swinging his voice
upwards in inquiry.
Severus fixed him with his dark eyes. “There was no reason for any of you to even
be outside of that room in the first place, even if you were looking for
Hermio-Miss Granger. She is an adult and
does not need such constant supervision as you seem to feel necessary – if she
had decided to go missing, perhaps it is best to ask her where she was…if she
feels she needs to explain anything to anyone.
And not that I need explain my own actions, but Poppy can attest to the
nature of our injuries – as Lucius’ wounds were the more severe, I had to care
for him and simply fell asleep in the same room.” His eyes rested on each person in turn,
making them squirm uncomfortably.
Dumbledore sighed, and turned to Hermione. “My dear, would you kindly tell us where you
were when we were searching for you?
After all, this…misunderstanding…wouldn’t have come about if we were not
concerned for you.” Everyone looked at
her now, making her shift. She looked at
her lovers and nodded, so they came over on each side of her to lend their
support.
She had known that she would have to tell them eventually,
and drew a deep breath. “The thing is, I
had a hard time sleeping that night, and heard when they came back from being
summoned. I helped them with bandages,
and then I fell asleep.” She stared
straight at McGonagall, waiting for her ex-teacher to ask the question.
Minerva cut straight to the chase. “We didn’t see you at all, Miss Granger.”
Hermione placed both arms around her wizards shoulders and
felt them touch her reassuringly.
“Mad-Eye saw me, though, didn’t he?
I was between Lucius and Severus.
I love both of them and have decided to share my life with them.” Silence fell in the kitchen as the rest of
the Order stared in absolute shock.
Minerva was almost purple.
“Wha-what-what do you mean?” she stammered.
Lucius stared haughtily back at her. “She
means, she loves us. She means, she shares us. She means,
we love her and share her. Surely you
can understand that.” When Harry made to
reach for his wand, he pointed a finger at him.
“Don’t you start, boy – she’s told us all about how she has to lie awake
and listen to you constantly rutting with Ginny. So don’t complain that someone
else is getting satisfaction under this roof.”
Molly shrieked and leaned over to slap Harry’s ear, which was the only
part of him she could reach – Ginny sunk down into the chair and covered her
eyes.
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Severus slid a pale hand up his witch’s leg, seeing how
distraught she was. “I think we’ll be
returning to Spinner’s End for the foreseeable future,” he said quietly. When
Hermione jumped and looked at him with her eyes full of unshed tears, he placed
two fingers on her cheek lightly.
“You’ll be going too, little one – don’t weep,” he murmured. The smile she gave him in return was like
dawn breaking, and he helped her down from the counter after telling her to go
pack her things with Lucius. His friend
guided her from the room and left him to face the furor. With several well-placed put-downs, he got
McGonagall to back down and all the Weasleys to flee. Mad-Eye looked at him askance, clearly
wanting to tell him how perverted he thought Snape was. “Just try it, Alastor – maybe you’ll end up
missing more limbs,” he suggested angrily.
Dumbledore ushered him into the sitting room, asking what
his intentions were towards the young Gryffindor witch. “Intentions?
Intentions? I intend to keep her safe, to make sure she
is able to defend herself. I intend to
ensure she never wants for anything,” he growled.
“Do you really love the girl, Severus? Does Lucius?
I would take it greatly amiss if she were to be disappointed,” Albus
warned gently. “I believe that you are
capable of great love, Severus… I just want to make sure that none are hurt or
misled in this.”
Severus favored him with a long look. “She won’t be. If anything happens, it will be her tiring of
us in favor of a much younger wizard.”
“She will still need to report to the Ministry for Auror
training next month. And we will need both of you for Order meetings.”
“She’ll be there. So
will we.”
Albus sat quiet for a moment. “Then I will instruct the others not to
question the relationship you share with Hermione. But, before you go, may I…?”
Severus understood.
“If it will make you happier, then do it.” He felt Albus inside his memories instantly,
the image of Hermione crying and professing her love for them appearing before
his eyes. Then, the two wizards telling
her that they loved her as well. The old
man inadvertently accessed the memory of their ménage a trois, and pulled out
hastily, blushing like fire and ignoring the younger wizard’s amusement…he
stammered out a farewell.
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Hermione stuffed the last of her things into her pack, still
very upset at the confrontation that had happened. Lucius smiled gently and took her pack from
her to reduce it. He had already removed
the Enlargement Charm he had placed on his room and was sitting on her tiny cot
watching her. “Be easy, love – they’ll
come round in time,” he soothed, pulling her onto his lap for a reassuring
cuddle. She breathed in his scent,
pressing her face into his neck and feeling herself relax slowly. “Perhaps now, Severus will let me Transfigure
that awful house into something suitable for our lady,” he teased, making her
smile against his throat. “That’s
better, lovey.”
Footsteps alerted them to Severus’ arrival, and the tall
wizard beckoned to them. “We’ll Apparate
there…Side-Along this time, since Hermione hasn’t been there before.” Drawing up the hood of his cloak, he started
for the back door and the two followed him.
Once in the small courtyard, the only sign that they had been there was
the dissipating wisps of black smoke.
They arrived at Spinner’s End and Hermione gaped at the run-down house,
startled out of the remains of her morose mood by Lucius nudging her in the
ribs and grinning.
“What did I tell you? A total shit hole,” he said gleefully,
drawing a glare from his friend.
They stepped inside and the blonde immediately set some
spells at work, enlarging the place and making it habitable. Severus actually agreed with him, saying that
while it was fine “as is” for two bachelors, it wasn’t suitable for such a
lovely witch to inhabit. Hermione sat
down on the comfortable sofa Severus produced for her, and watched as the two
men enchanted the tiny house so that she would be pleased to live there with
them. A strong surge of love for them
swept over her – they were doing all this just for her! – and prompted her to
ask them to work on the bedroom they would all share first. As she had predicted, they didn’t mind a bit,
and carried her off to it immediately.
She was plopped down on a huge bed with green and burgundy coverings,
and Hermione undressed quickly as they finished their preparations. The chill in the air was soon chased from the
room as a result of the huge fireplace Severus conjured, and the two Death
Eaters looked at her, rather hot-eyed, when they turned to see her reclining
nude on the cushions. She needed to work
off the stress of the morning’s confrontation, and could think of no better way
than this. “Undress each other,” she
commanded.
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Lucius looked at Severus and smiled. This time, both wizards would pleasure their
Gryffindor until she either was begging them to stop, or in an orgasm-induced
coma. As they had both suspected, she
wanted them to “interact,” but had long since formulated a plan to tease
her…neither had the slightest homosexual inclinations, but knew that some
witches loved to watch two wizards touch each other. They began to slowly unbutton each other’s
robes, shooting steamy glances at their watching lover – as Lucius worked at
Severus’ buttons (he really would have to tag along the next time his friend
went to the tailor, and introduce him to the concept of zippers), Severus slid
his hands through the glossy fall of his white-blonde hair, massaging his
scalp. Hermione sat up straighter on the
bed as the former Potions Master and Dark Arts teacher’s hands fell to the
blonde’s waist and unfastened his trousers, letting them fall to the floor
slowly. Lucius returned the favor, and
removed his friend’s shirt, stroking each stretch of skin as if was
revealed.
Hermione looked as if she would faint, and they finally took
pity on her after she let loose a loud gasp when Severus let his lips brush
Lucius’ gently. They climbed up on the
bed and proceeded to kiss every inch of her body until both men could clearly
smell her arousal. “Yes,” she whimpered
as Lucius pulled her onto her stomach, stuffing a pillow under her hips. Severus knelt in front of her and tugged her
head back so he could rub his phallus over her lips, sliding into her eager
mouth while Lucius began to lick her aching slit with long strokes of his
tongue. Her eyes slitted with pleasure
at the combined sensations, jerking as Severus reached under her to pinch her
nipples. When she shuddered wildly,
Lucius drew away and reached for his wand.
He laid a lubricating spell/pain block on her as Severus had told him to
do, wickedly trailing the tip of the wand over her labia before sliding it into
the top of his cane where he usually kept it.
Severus was still enjoying her ministrations, not paying
attention to him, and in a burst of inspiration (why prepare her with only his
fingers?) he wrapped a hand around the cane and brought it up to Hermione’s
luscious backside – grinning in anticipation, he slowly inserted it into her,
making her gasp and pull off of the other wizard’s shaft, twisting around to
look at what he was doing. She was
plainly caught out at trying to decide whether to tell him to stop, or just
enjoy the sensation of it, so Lucius continued to move it slowly in and out of
her – Severus looked a bit startled, plainly never having thought of such a
thing. The men watched Hermione wriggle
and gasp for a bit more, then Lucius withdrew the cane and replaced it with his
fingers so he could prepare her for what they planned. The dark-haired man shifted to kiss her
deeply as Lucius pumped his digits in and out, grinding his hips against the
bed impatiently.
“Are you ready for your demonstration, love?” Lucius rasped, and Hermione mewled her
assent, hungry for more. She bit her lip
nervously as they bade her stand on the floor and lean over the bed, and
Severus assured her that they would not hurt her.
“I think you’ll find this very...pleasant,” he told her with
a quirk of his lips. She bent down
obediently and cried out as Lucius positioned himself behind her and began to
penetrate her anally. The blonde’s face
contorted as he slid past the tight ring of muscle, but he was very attentive
to the small witch, making sure she was comfortable with him before seating
himself to the hilt with a groan. After
thrusting a few times, he began to lean over her, grasping her hips so that she
was tight against him. Severus moved to
help, and got them turned away from the bed before he gripped her legs and
began to lift her up enough so that she faced him. She was panting heavily and her eyes were
wild as he gripped the base of his penis and began to guide it inside her
pussy.
She wrapped her legs around his waist and reached back to
hold onto Lucius, who was still deeply embedded in her, as Severus thrust up
into her core – it felt as though she were being split apart, but the sensation
was incredible and she threw her head back and screamed in release. The wizards stayed motionless, enjoying the
spasms of her body around them and found their way eased as she came down from
her high. Then they began thrusting in
and out, making her howl in pleasure; they weren’t able to remain silent any
longer either, and cried out loudly each time they were sheathed in their
witch’s body. Severus’ cock abraded her
clitoris with every movement because of the angle he was forced to work with,
and it wasn’t long until she reached orgasm for a third time. They worked her for several more minutes,
until she was a shivering wreck in their arms, then pulled out of her as they
laid her down on the bed.
Lucius’ chest was heaving, and he looked at Severus. “You’re sure she wants us to do it?” he
couldn’t keep the eagerness out of his voice, but Severus didn’t look much
better – it was something every wizard loved to do, but most witches would
refuse to let them.
“She told me so,” Severus panted, and that was all the
encouragement Lucius needed. They
stepped up to her and began to stroke themselves to climax quickly, Hermione
forcing herself to her elbows and breathing hard as she licked her lips and
opened her mouth. The wizards groaned in
pleasure as they worked their cocks roughly and spurted over her face and into
her mouth. She reached up to close her
fists over them and they covered her hand with their own, directing her.
After several more hours with nominal “rest breaks,” they
all finally collapsed in a tangle of limbs to sleep, thoroughly exhausted. The Death Eaters smiled at each other – they
had certainly accomplished their goal; Hermione was all but insensate and
drooling from over stimulation. Lucius
yawned mightily and hauled the covers up to cover all three of them.
TBC
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A/N: Okay, that cane
thing was freaky, lol. But you just KNOW
he’d do something like that, the kinky devil!
I actually wrote most of next chapter while I was at work tonight, and
will try to type it and post it after work tomorrow (6 p.m. EST) so be on the
lookout, folks! I had someone say Ginny
needed to get hers for ratting on Hermy like that, so she’s in plenty o’ hot
water now!
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