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Three Conditions	By : goldhorse Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 48512 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 9
Disclaimer: I do not own anything in the HP universe. JK Rowling does. I just borrow her toys and put them back in reletively decent shape when I'm through. I make no money doing this, which is why I work two jobs.

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So... it's been a while, yeah? I'm trying to finish everything I've got hanging out here. Just hang in there with me. I'll be as quick as I can.
“How is he?” Hermione asked apprehensively as they checked on Harry the morning after the last dose. Draco had offered to sit with Harry while she spoke with Snape and Nia about her best friend’s health.
“Very good,” Nia murmured. “The cancer is now completely encompassed in his stomach.”
Hermione’s face fell. “But it’s still there.”
Nia nodded, her face grave. “It wasn’t enough.”
Hermione nodded and looked helplessly over at Snape. “Is there-“
“Miss Granger,” Snape said gravely, “the potion was executed perfectly. There was absolutely nothing you could have done differently. Perhaps, if we had known the extent of the damage before we started the brewing, we could have adjusted the ingredients. But you know as well as I do that it would still be best guess.”
She nodded. “No guarantees.”
Snape nodded his head once in acceptance. “I’m afraid the choice is once again in your hands. A regular stasis will not be enough to sustain him.”
“The protection spell?” she asked.
“It could work,” he allowed. “But there is no guess for how long or how well. It could very well break before we find a cure.”
She bit her lip in thought. “Draco refuses to let me brew another round.”
“I agree,” Snape said gravely. “You are in no shape to endure such a process again.”
She closed her eyes and huffed through her nose. “There’s only one other course.”
Snape hummed. “I’m afraid so. I am willing to participate, but Mr. Potter must be in total agreement. If he is not, the arrangement will not work.”
Tears sprung to her eyes. “I… I can’t lose him.”
“I’m afraid that is for him to decide,” Snape said, in an astonishing show of compassion. “I know that if given the choice whilst lying on the floor of that hut, I would have gladly gone into the after.”
“And now?”
Snape pursed his lips in thought. “While I cannot say that I am happy to be walking the earth, I am no longer angry that I continue to do so.”
She frowned. “You wanted to die?”
He nodded solemnly. “I just wanted it to be over with. My life has been nothing but one misery after another with a sprinkling of disaster and heartache to tie each event together. Nothingness seems like heaven in comparison.”
She nodded in understanding. Snape hadn’t exactly had a happy life. She knew he’d grown up in an abusive home only to go to a school to be abused by thoughtless bullies and join a crew of blood thirsty wizards who carried the abuse on to adulthood. An end to that would seem like heaven. But…
“Sir, if I may?”
He narrowed his eyes. “What?”
“You’re free, sir. Free of the pain and the deception and the heartache. Well… maybe not the last. But… the entire world believes you to be dead. You are free. Truly free. You can do whatever you want with your life. Why would you want to die?”
“I said I was no longer angry that I was alive. It’s true, I was furious that I wasn’t allowed my peace. But I came to see the exact thing you pointed out. I am free. But there are still things I cannot do. Creating new potions is one of those things.” He held a hand up before she could say anything. “I can create them. But what good is a cure for lycanthropy or dragon pox if they stay in my potions journal?”
She snorted. “You certainly locked down the secret to curing cancer tight enough.”
Snape smirked. “Because I had hoped it would be my retirement of sorts.”
“Makes sense,” she murmured. “But that still doesn’t help Harry.”
Snape hummed. “Then I suggest you sell your case for all you are worth, Miss Granger. Because his life will depend on it.”
She nodded. “Let’s go then.”
XX
“Morning Harry!” Hermione chirped as enthusiastically as she could.
Harry quirked a brow as he stared at her from his propped-up place in bed. “You aren’t a morning person, Hermione. I should know. You once tried to hex my bollocks off for waking you up 15 minutes before you told me to.”
She huffed. “Did it occur to you that I might have already been up for a while?”
Harry smirked. “Not long enough to brush your hair obviously.”
She rolled her eyes. “Oh honestly.”
“Yeah, Potter,” Draco chimed in. “I’ve been in here babysitting you.”
Harry frowned. “What’s that got to do with it?”
Draco grinned. “I’m her personal groomer.” To prove his point, he sat her down and began braiding her hair to get it out of her face.
“Weird,” Harry said and shook his head. “So can we cut the crap now? It didn’t work.”
“It did too,” she said hotly and then faltered. “Just not… completely.”
“That’s it then,” Harry said solemnly. “It wasn’t enough.”
Hermione reached back to grab Draco’s hand. He gave it a gentle squeeze of encouragement. They had discussed this in length for the past few days. While he absolutely refused the possibility of rebrewing the potion, he did agree to the use of sex magic. Snape had already agreed. And if it would save Harry, she’d do anything.
“There’s one other thing we could try,” she started.
Harry’s eyes cut to hers sharply. “What?”
She gulped and accepted the gentle squeeze from Draco. “It’s… unorthodox. It’s never been tried for something like this before. But… it could work. And as long as we’re careful, there should be no side effects.”
“Side effects… for who?” Harry asked slowly.
Hermione blushed beet red. “Um… well.”
“Oh for the love of Merlin,” Draco huffed. “How you could face down a Dark Lord without a flinch and balk at this is beyond me.”
She huffed. “It’s not that bloody easy you know.”
“Fine,” Draco drawled. “Sex magic, Potter. Ever heard of it?”
Harry’s jaw dropped and it took a few minutes before he recovered. He was red as a beat as he finally stuttered his response. “Um, beyond the odd mention in a dirty magazine?”
Draco laughed until he was gasping for air. “Oh Potter. I knew you weren’t the perfect golden one.”
Harry rolled his eyes. “Whatever Malfoy. It’s a lark, something that sells magazines.”
“It’s not, though,” Hermione said quietly. “It’s real.”
Harry snorted. “Because it’s in a book?”
Hermione narrowed her eyes. “Because I’ve done it.”
Harry’s eyebrows shot up. “What?”
She nodded. “I didn’t believe it at first either. I mean, I’ve read about it, failures mostly. The black plague, yellow fever, different things along the way.”
“Not promising,” Harry said quietly.
“I’m getting to it,” Hermione snapped. “It’s bloody embarrassing, you know.”
Harry grinned. “Hermione Granger is flustered. Finally. I can die in peace.”
She frowned, tears springing to her eyes. “Not yet.”
Harry tilted his head. “Why not, Hermione. Sex magic is a pipe dream. Even if it works, and I don’t really want to hear the story of how you managed to find that out, you’re forgetting one thing. I’m gay. Super gay. It would never work.”
“Not in the traditional sense,” she said quietly. “I want you to promise me that you will hear me out completely before you fly off the handle or shut me down. And I want to preface that with this. You are my heart, Harry. You saved me from a troll our first year. You’ve been the one person who was there for me, despite a few rough patches. You’ve let me cry on your shoulder and vent and even physically assault you on occasion. I have other people there for me, Harry. But they’ll never be you. I can’t lose you. I can’t.”
Harry sighed. “You’ve probably saved my life more times than I deserve Hermione. I really do love you. You’re my best friend, my sister, my rock… my heart. But I just don’t see the point. I’ve done what I set out to do. What else is there?”
“That’s the whole point!” she shrieked. “You don’t know what else there is. Maybe you’ll fall in love and get married and have lots of sex and babies. Maybe you can become an international quidditch star or join the aurors and catch all the evil wizards. Or maybe you just travel the world and do everything you were never able to before. You’re free Harry. There is no prophesy hanging over your head any longer. You might not see that now, but your life is only beginning. Besides… don’t you want to see my son? He’s going to rival Fred and George.”
Harry did smile at that. “There’s no doubt about that one.” His smile faded. “I’m glad I’m free. I really am. I’ve never felt more at peace. But I just don’t see another way out. I was ready to die once. Voldemort would have never been defeated if I wasn’t. It’s not the way I had planned my death. But I’m not afraid of it. Though I am sad. I want to see what life has in store for me. And I want to see that little hellion in your stomach grow up. Nia tells me he’s special. I can already feel his power. He calms me. He’s going to be amazing one day. I’m just sad I’m going to miss it.”
“But you don’t have to,” she said firmly. “Look. Sex magic is real. I’ve experienced it. And it worked. But this is another monster entirely and it will be a lot more involved. I’m willing to do absolutely anything it takes to beat this, Harry. Anything. Including getting buck naked and having an orgy on the damned dirt floor.”
“Orgy?” Harry asked slowly.
His non-existent brows furrowed in disapproval and words failed her. Her courage was gone. Luckily, Draco had enough for everyone in the room.
“You heard right, Potter,” he drawled as he finished braiding her hair and tied it up. “It will be an orgy of sorts, though not in a traditional sense.”
Harry ran a hand over his face. “Is there something traditional I should know about? Because my entire life has been the opposite of that.”
Draco chuckled. “It would stand to reason that your salvation lie in the unorthodox.”
Harry huffed. “Just tell me.”
Draco’s face fell and he shifted uncomfortably. “For the kind of powerful sex magic we’re going to have to invoke, you need the one thing that has always saved your ass.”
Harry frowned and rubbed his forehead where the faded scar was barely visible. “Love.”
Draco nodded. “Now, ideally, it would just be you and Hermione, but…”
“I’m gay,” Harry sighed. “I really love you Hermione, from the bottom of my heart. But I can’t. I just can’t. Even if I was healthy.”
“So you’re just going to give up then,” Draco growled. “After she damn near killed my son and herself trying to make the potion to get you to this point.”
“I can’t just will my dick to get hard, Malfoy,” Harry snapped. “I’m not stupid. We’d have to reach climax at the same time. How in the fuck is that going to happen if I can barely sit up?”
Draco rubbed his face and scraped his hand through is hair. “Remember that part about hearing her out? Yeah, you suck at that you utter wanker.”
Harry crossed his arms and quirked a brow. “Go on then.”
Hermione covered her eyes so she wouldn’t have to look at her friend. He was obviously upset and this was horribly embarrassing. “I have to be part of the equation,” she murmured. “But I don’t have to be the only part.”
“Don’t look at me, Pothead,” Draco growled. “I’m just as straight as you are gay.”
A hysterical giggle forced its way out of her lips. This was a disaster.
“Great,” Draco drawled. “You broke her.”
“I’m not broken,” she snapped, dropping her hands to glare at her… husband. She shivered and forced that thought down. “I’m just, this is… oh, bollocks. Look Harry. I have to be part of the equation. And you aren’t attracted to females in the slightest and to be honest… I’m not that attracted to you in that way either. So, we need another male. Draco has the same problem as you… and I know you don’t want to hear this, but he can play my body like a harp. We’ll reach, um, completion, at the same time. So that’s one part down. That leaves you.”
“And no one to play my body like a harp,” Harry said dryly.
“Not true,” Hermione barged ahead before she could think better of it. “Professor Snape has agreed to be our fourth.” She held her hand up to keep him from protesting. “We need all the help we can get.”
Harry’s face was dark. “No.”
Draco snorted. “Come off it, Potter. We all know you wouldn’t consider it a hardship to bend over for the dungeon bat of Hogwarts. Honestly, no judgement. But you have the final say… and you’d better say it in the next few minutes because we’re running out of time.”
Harry’s bit the inside of his cheek. “How much time?”
“The longer we wait, the worse our chances,” Draco said. “Snape and Nia are outside right now waiting for your answer. If you say yes, we’ll be warded in this room. Nia will have to be here to pick up the pieces from the fallout. She won’t be participating in our tryst but she will have to witness it, poor girl. Imamu has already given his blessings. We’ll all strip and cast a tandem spell on your cancer. After that, we fuck like nifflers. Unfortunately, we’ll all need to maintain contact with you, holding hands, touching skin, something. And when la petite morte comes upon us, our souls will charge the spell… and hopefully cleanse you.”
“And then?” Harry asked quietly.
“We hope for a miracle,” Hermione said. “This isn’t curing a headache… but it’s our only shot.”
“So make a decision,” Draco growled. “Because if you say no, I’m going to have a hell of a time trying to put her back together and I want to get started.”
Hermione glared at Draco but his face was unrepentant. He wasn’t above guilting Harry into this. And sadly enough, he was right. She would fall to pieces if Harry didn’t agree. She might afterwards as well, but hope was all she had left.
“What if it doesn’t work?” Harry whispered.
Hermione blinked back tears. “Then we at least know we tried our best. There’s one other thing we could do… to buy us some time. But it’s not reliable.”
“What?” Harry asked.
“A love protection spell,” she whispered. “Like your mother accidentally cast. It could put you into a sort of stasis, give us some time to think. But it could fail at any moment.”
“My mum died to protect me,” Harry croaked. “You can’t-“
“She wouldn’t,” Draco cut in. “But it’s the same concept. It would take a tremendous amount of energy from her to cast it. It could potentially hurt the baby.”
Hermione’s stomach dropped. No one had told her that.
“Wouldn’t sex magic do the same?” Harry asked.
Draco shook his head. “Honestly Potter. Do you think I’d risk the life of my son to save one pain in my ass?”
Harry snorted. “There’s the Malfoy I know.”
Draco sniffed. “Make a decision, Potter.”
Harry sighed. “If I say yes, you’re never going to let me live it down.”
Draco huffed. “I can guarantee you I’ll never breath a word about it ever again. I don’t need this kind of thing to ruin my reputation.”
Harry laughed at that. “Yeah, it would be a shame for anyone to know you’d actually do something for nothing in return.”
“It wouldn’t be nothing,” Draco murmured and patted Hermione’s hand. “Time’s up, Potter.”
Harry reached out a hand to Hermione which she gladly took. Her heart was in her shoes. For the first time in a long time, she had no idea what he was thinking. Harry had always worn his heart on his sleeve. It was one of the things she loved most about him. Now he was guarded, cautious. He’d been though so much.
Harry brushed a stray tear from her eye. “You know, you’re probably the one person on the entire planet that doesn’t want a blessed thing from me.”
“Not true,” she warbled. “I want you to live.”
Harry laughed sadly. “That’s the whole point. If I did this, if it worked, you’d be happy as a clam if I just decided to lounge about my house for the rest of my years and did absolutely nothing else.”
“Well, I wouldn’t be happy per say. But you’d still be my Harry,” she whispered.
He smiled and laid a hand on her bulging stomach. “Well, I don’t think I could do nothing with my life. After all, this little tyke is going to need lessons from a real seeker.”
“Watch it, Pothead,” Draco growled.
Harry laughed then, a true carefree laugh. Her heart was now trying to come up through her throat. “Does that mean what I think it does?” she squeaked.
Harry slowly and painfully leaned over to put his forehead on hers. “Til the end, right?”
Tears spilled down her face as she hugged him tightly. Every night while they were on the run, they’d hold hands, cuddle up together for warmth, and promise each other… til the end.
AN: And I'm back. Whew. I'm just going to post these as fast as I can get them banged out. I have a goal. I'mma hit it. Whooo. Please drop a line and let me know how rusty I am. ;) Until next time, love you guys!
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