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: Now, I couldn’t
leave everyone with ANOTHER cliffie! So
I’m posting these 2 chapters together…yes, you’re welcome, Cristie…
Emmie, you’re so sweet!
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Hermione broke past Tonks and Remus, desperate to get to her
wizards – the Fire had effectively blocked their view of what was happening
inside the ward circle. Her eyes widened
in stunned disbelief as she saw a bundle of shredded robes, hissing and
steaming – something crunched underfoot and she glanced down to see that it was
glass. The extreme heat that the Mage
Fire had generated had somehow fused every particle of sand in the soil
together. The Fire was still burning hotly…it looked, strangely enough,
man-shaped…she screamed as she realized that it was Severus. Panicked screams and cries forced their way
from her throat before she was blissfully rendered unconscious by a well-aimed
hex courtesy of Hestia.
Much later, she stirred and moaned her lovers names when she
heard Albus speaking to her gently. “My dear…Hermione? Ah, you’re awake at last…no, no, don’t
worry!” he said hastily when she started up from the bed in fright.
She thought that must have been the stupidest statement she
had ever heard. “Don’t worry? Where are they?” she yelled, her voice
edging into the upper register. Hermione
hit away his restraining hands and leaped out of the bed, racing through the
door. She was in St. Mungo’s, she realized
absently as Mediwitches looked at her in surprise as she ran past in her
hospital gown…she hurriedly tied the back of it shut and demanded to know where
Lucius Malfoy and Severus Snape were when a Mediwizard stopped to stare at
her. “Well?” she said impatiently, and
he motioned to the lifts silently. Heart
in her mouth, she tore down the hall towards them and almost fainted when Molly
Weasley emerged from one.
“Hermione, dear…no, it’s okay…come with me, sweetheart…” she
hauled Hermione into her arms for a reassuring embrace. “We’ll go visit Lucius first, he’s on the
Fourth Floor, Spell Damage. Severus had
to be taken to the Sixth, you know – poor dear…”
“Molly, there is
no Sixth Floor! Is he…is he…” Hermione was ready to faint, and swayed on
her feet dangerously.
“Oh, NO, dearie! He’s
as alive as you or me…more or less…well, he will be once we get him to stop
breathing fire. He’s beside himself with
embarrassment about it – always was mindful of how “in control” he was – and is
in a rather frightful temper. Personally
I think it has much to do with his arm, but that man has never been able to
express himself in a constructive manner.
Ah, here we are!” she bustled the
younger witch out of the lift. “Lucius, dear, Hermione’s come to see you.”
Hermione was led to a room and Molly ushered her into it,
admonishing her not to “overexcite” the wizard who glared at this
pronouncement. Lucius tried to sit up
carefully, his tangled hair spilling over his chest as he looked up at
her. She ran to his side to help him as
he grimaced in pain. “You’re okay…? Oh, sweetheart,” she breathed, raining kisses
on his face. “What exactly happened to
you?” she stroked the hair off of his
forehead as he leaned into her neck, his beautiful grey eyes closed. The door opened to admit a Mediwitch who
surveyed with disapproval how Hermione was cuddling her patient.
“Miss, I’d advise against doing that for a while…he’s here
for spell damage after all, and you don’t want to get hurt.”
“What is that supposed to mean?”
On cue, Lucius’ eyes opened in surprise and Hermione backed
away just in time as he transformed back into a Chinese Fireball. The bed creaked ominously under the silver
dragon’s weight, and the huge, liquid eyes looked at her apologetically while
he rumbled and hissed. “This has been
happening to him ever since he was brought in…what he was thinking, playing
with Mage Fire at his age, I’ll never know – and Severus Snape was worse! I’d think that he had more sense. Took us
two whole hours to get him extinguished!”
The Mediwitch sniffed and shook her head. “Now, Mr. Malfoy…time for your treatment,
there’s a good dragon.” She passed her
wand over the Fireball who rolled its eyes in a timeless display of boredom and
Hermione laughed. He was going to be
just fine. After determining that Lucius
was allowed out of bed long enough to go to the Sixth Floor so they both could
visit Severus (they had to have an escort so that he wouldn’t prematurely
return to his Animagus Form), she curled up beside him to wait for him to
revert into a wizard again.
“That’s getting to be very annoying,” Lucius declared when
he finally returned to himself. “I heard
that Severus is breathing fire? Let’s go see,” he urged. Hermione helped him out of the bed as he was
still cut and bruised from the battle, and slightly unsteady on his feet. He refused to proceed until she had
Transfigured his clothing, then they made their way up to the Sixth Floor,
closely attended by six Mediwizards and the entire Weasley family – Ron was
down on the Ground Floor being treated for his wand backfiring. They made it without incident when they were
met by another Mediwitch who was wiping the perspiration from her face and told
them that the “Fire regurgitation” was now sporadic, and less danger to the
Healers than it had been when the wizard had first been brought in. A grin began to bloom on Lucius’ face and
Hermione rolled her eyes – they never gave it a rest, did they? They went inside.
“Sev? Severus,” she
called softly. She could see the black
silk of his hair spilling onto his pillow, the only part of him that was
uncovered. Probably embarrassed half to death, she thought with a smile for
her ex-professor’s pride. “I can tell
you’re awake; you don’t fool me, sir,” she informed him once she was nose to
nose with him and pulling the covers down.
His eyelashes fluttered slightly and she kissed him lightly – his eyes
opened and he regarded her with a sheepish expression, pulling the covers back
up over his mouth and the bridge of his nose.
“Don’t…I don’t want to turn you into a piece of toast,” came
his muffled voice. Lucius came over to
laugh at him, but Hermione could tell he was relieved that his friend seemed to
be all right. They talked of their feelings concerning Voldemort’s demise, and
Severus volunteered the fact that Harry had been in to see him. “I think I set his jumper on fire,” he said,
clapping a hand over his mouth suddenly as he started to cough. Lucius and Hermione jumped back as a gout of
flame erupted from the other Death Eater; Severus finally collapsed back into
the bed, steam curling from his nostrils.
“I hope that stops soon,” he grumbled.
“Oh, stop laughing, you two!”
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The following day, both wizards were recovered enough to
share a room and make the St. Mungo’s staff wish they were still
separated. Lucius entertained all
visitors with his rendition of Severus breathing fire, to his friend’s chagrin,
but took every opportunity to cheer up his fellow Slytherin with a game of
charades that left Hermione shaking her head.
She sat curled up beside Severus, careful not to jar his damaged arm and
watched as Lucius flailed about wildly and demanded that they guess what he
was.
“Niffler in a snowstorm?”
“No, no…that has to be Potter on his broom,” Severus
asserted when one game of charades coincided with Harry’s visit. He turned to his lover. “You can certainly see where Draco got his
dubious gift for pantomime.” When the elder Malfoy continued with a set of
gyrations designed to represent Severus falling out of the sky, he carefully
reached around their witch to grasp a brass vase and fling it at the blonde
wizard’s head. And roared with laughter
as Lucius turned back into a dragon.
Several days later, they were discharged and managed to
evade the crowd of well-wishers and those grateful for the Death Eaters roles
in destroying Voldemort. They were
scheduled to attend a Ministry gathering to receive the Order of Merlin, First
Class in two days. Rita Skeeter came close to being hexed within an inch of her
life when she sent Bozo up ahead of her to get pictures of the trio leaving the
hospital. Somehow she had heard the
rumors concerning the three of them, and intended to get “the dirt” on them no
matter what it might take. Returning to
Spinner’s End and discovering that Hermione had returned it to the state the
rundown house had been in before their falling out, the wizards glanced at each
other in silent agreement and went to retrieve the ring they had been thinking
of giving to her.
The little witch looked from one to the other as they came
up to her and knelt. “Hermione? I’ve known you since you were only eleven
years old, and seen you grow from a child to the woman before me now; strong,
beautiful, and incredibly intelligent. I
love you more than I ever thought possible, never dreaming that I could ever
find love with another,” Severus began.
He looked at Lucius, who began to speak.
“As ever when I look at you, I regret that I was ever
involved with another woman – she had no part of my heart, but I have given it
to you in its entirety. I was blind when
I thought you were less than perfect because of your breeding, and now realize
that you are more worthy of the title of witch than many others.”
Hermione smiled as her two beautiful wizards reached for her
hands. They spoke their next words in unison.
“Will you marry us?”
She burst into tears as they showed her the ring they had
made for her, a mixture of white and yellow gold with rubies and emeralds
encircling a beautiful diamond.
Hiccuping and sobbing, she reached for it with a shaking hand. “Yes.”
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