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: I just finished
a drawing of these three that is…um….inappropriate for younger viewers. So if you’d like to see it, let me know via
review or email (check my author page) and I’ll send it to you. I can’t figure out what site I could post it
on, though… I’m very jealous of Hermione each time I look at it.
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The two days passed quickly; they were scheduled, along with
various other Order members, to be honored at the Ministry of Magic for their
part in Voldemort’s downfall. They had
already contacted Scrimgeour and wanted it spread around that Harry had been
the one to finish the dark wizard off – Lucius and Severus didn’t want to be
hounded for the rest of their natural lives about it, though their household
was due to be vastly enriched by the amount of Galleons made from their
adaptation of Mage Fire. The American
wizard Oppenheimer had purchased the equations and incantations for it
immediately although the two Slytherins still retained full usage of it. Hermione had warned them not to try it,
however – she had no desire to cool her heels in a St. Mungo’s waiting area while
her fiancés were treated for breathing fire.
Most of the past two days had been spent in bed at Spinner’s
End, to the two wizards’ delight – they had thought that Hermione might still
be angry at them for Stunning her. “We
should get ready,” she protested for the fourth time that afternoon. Lucius’ fingers idly described small circles
on her stomach as Severus massaged her back and shoulders, firmly rubbing his
arousal against her hip. “Boys…we really
need to get…ooooh,” she hissed as Lucius played his other hand between her
legs. She felt Severus raise her leg
slightly, and both wizards shifted to thrust into her slowly as she trembled
and moaned their names. While she loved going “one-on-one” with one man while
the other watched, she adored this; being filled with them brought her so much
pleasure that she would never be able to be in a relationship with just one man
ever again. But she wasn’t planning on ever letting her two Slytherins go. Hermione keened as her fiancés fucked her
senseless, and shuddered in reaction while they filled her with their seed,
crying out her name in ecstasy. They lay
in the bed stroking her gently while she mumbled against Lucius’ chest that
they really, really, really needed to
get ready.
Severus drew back.
“You’re still thinking about that? After we just…” Lucius seconded him loudly, asking why they
needed to go to the Ministry at all.
“Well, we’re all getting the Order of Merlin…and the
accompanying boons that come with it,” she smiled. Not many knew it, or even used it, but when
the title of Order of Merlin: First Class was awarded, it came attached to a
boon that must be requested at the time of the ceremony. “And you do remember what you’re going to ask
for?”
Lucius made a big production of rubbing his chin and trying
to look as if he couldn’t think of what she meant, and she laughed and pushed
at his chest. Her Slytherins reluctantly
disentangled themselves and dragged her into the bathroom for a shower that
very nearly ended up in yet another ménage a trois. “I have nothing to wear!” exclaimed Severus
sarcastically when he noticed Hermione tapping her lips and peering into the
wardrobe worriedly.
“Nonsense. You have loads to choose from…you can wear the
black robes, the black robes, or – by Jove, that’s it! How about wearing the
black robes?” Lucius said while hauling on his trousers and reaching for a
black shirt. He pulled around his
shoulders a heavy cloak lined with periwinkle blue silk and perched on a chair
waiting for Severus to finish dressing.
Severus glared at his friend and pointedly jerked a dark blue cloak from
its hanger, depositing it on the bed while he buttoned up his white shirt. Seeing that her men had chosen blue, Hermione
selected a strapless gown of baby blue velvet and fixed her hair with a pass of
her wand so that it was in an elegant updo adorned by matching topaz crystals
scattered in her tresses, and slid her feet into four-inch silver heels.
“Hermione, love…what time did you say we have to be there?” Lucius breathed
longingly – as a matter of principle, Slytherins loved seeing their woman
finely adorned…as another matter of
principle, said woman was never adorned for long. Severus’ eyes were beginning to glaze over as
well.
“No, you’ll have to wait until tonight…if I’m not too
tired. Let’s go,” she smiled, accepting
the silver cloak that her former professor slid over her shoulders, stroking
her neck as he did so. They Apparated
just outside of the venue chosen, and the two wizards moved to either side of
her, offering her their arms. Hermione
suppressed a grin at their haughty expressions (especially Lucius, who had it
down to a fine art) as they glided through the doors. Rita Skeeter jumped when she saw them enter
and whipped out her Kwik-Quotes Quill, which immediately began zooming across a
piece of parchment. Irritation bloomed
inside Hermione and she resolved to give the old biddy something to remember –
after reaching up to caress her Death Eaters’ faces, she tugged each of their
heads down to kiss them soundly. The
reporter’s eyes bulged. After an interminable
time sitting through boring speeches – Hermione was busily trying to disengage
their hands underneath the table – she heard their names being called. As she was scheduled to receive an Order of
Merlin as well, she had asked that their awards were given at the same time.
The crowd parted, murmuring as they came to the podium and
knelt to receive their medals. Rufus
Scrimgeour himself laid them on their necks, declaring Severus Snape and Lucius
Malfoy as being cleared of all charges and was puzzled when they didn’t rise at
his gesture to do so. “We would like to
claim the boon attached, sir,” Hermione began calmly. The Minister started – he hadn’t thought
anyone remembered about the boon.
“Yes, Miss Granger?”
“I would like to use my boon in asking you to rescind your
ban on bigamy, one time only. I formally ask permission to wed both Lucius
Malfoy and Severus Snape in the same ceremony.”
The crowd behind them erupted, talking and arguing
fiercely. They had never heard of such a
thing before! Scrimgeour stared, then
cleared his throat and looked at the two wizards. “Is…is this, errrummmm…what you wanted to
ask?” he stuttered, shocked.
Lucius stared back at him.
“It is.” Severus seconded his
friend and all three looked at the Minister expectantly.
“You…actually want to marry both of these wizards? At-at once?
And they want to marry you? They both want to be your husband?”
“Actually, Minister… when we are married, Mr. Malfoy and
Professor Snape will really be co-husbands, but I will be their wife, yes. It
is our right as holders of the Order of Merlin to ask for a boon,” she reminded
him.
Scrimgeour looked at the three honorees in obvious vexation,
aware of the crowd waiting expectantly.
He sighed gustily, looking down at his pet Auror – he had heard the
rumors concerning the trio, but had put them down to idle talk. The fact remained that the Order of Merlin
did indeed carry a boon and he was smart enough to realize that they could have
asked for much more than just permission to marry…he was getting off rather
easily. Since all the two wizards wanted
was permission to marry one of his Aurors and she was considerably more than
willing, he was of a mind to allow it.
After all, two Death Eaters – no matter that they fought against
Voldemort – needed supervision, and their being attached to an Auror was the
perfect solution. “Very well. In front of these witnesses here tonight, I,
Rufus Scrimgeour, hereby give Hermione Granger special dispensation to marry
both Severus Snape and Lucius Malfoy.”
In a different tone, he continued to them in a lower voice, “You do
realize that, special circumstances or no, you three will still have sit
through the requisite pre-marriage counseling for Wizarding Marriage? Let my secretary know when you leave, and he
will set it up for you.” He smiled at
Lucius and Severus, who were looking slightly alarmed at this unexpected
qualification.
The next honorees were called up and the wizards guided
their lady back through the staring, whispering throng. “What was that rubbish? Marriage counseling? I didn’t have to do that when I married-”
Lucius broke off abruptly, looking uncomfortable.
“When you married Narcissa?”
Hermione asked softly, and he nodded. “I
don’t think counseling is required if the match is arranged by the
parents. I think it’s to make sure
all….regular…participants know what they’re getting into. Normal Wizarding
Marriages can’t be broken unless one person dies. Arranged marriages – like yours, sweetheart –
can be dissolved through divorce because, most of the time, the couple doesn’t
really have any free will.” Hermione
sounded so much like the walking textbook that Severus had once taught that the
Potions Master smiled. They all started
as Rita Skeeter suddenly appeared, Bozo in tow.
“Well, look at the happly couple –
oh, I mean trio,” she trilled, glaring daggers at Hermione. “So tell me, tell all the readers of Witch
Weekly – do you sleep together in one bed, do you let them take turns or
are these two strapping fellows on…intimate…terms with each other?” She faltered at the glares she was receiving
from the two Death Eaters, who were slowly rolling up their left sleeves to
uncover their Dark Marks.
“My darling, would you mind fetching us drinks? I for one am
quite parched,” Lucius asked Hermione, tapping the side of his nose. Hermione grinned and left the table to go
visit with Ginny, who she had seen earlier with Harry. She visited with her friend, glancing back
occasionally to see her two wizards looming over the reporter who looked as if
she heartily wished she had never come to the awards ceremony in the first
place. Bozo had made his escape, and was
wiping his brow with his sleeve, shaking visibly in a far corner. Ginny apologized for letting the cat out of
the bag and displayed her engagement ring, gasping in admiration at Hermione’s.
“So, you really…you know…both of them? At the same time?”
the redhead asked curiously. “I mean,
it’s not my business…” She leaned forward expectantly.
Hermione glanced back at Severus and Lucius, who had
apparently finished terrorizing the reporter and were deep in discussion while
Rita Skeeter was running towards the exit. “While I’m not the one to
tell tales…yes. At the same time
– I highly recommend it to anyone…as long as they find their own wizards, mine
are taken,” she said mischievously as Severus came up behind her to place his
hands on her shoulders.
“What of yours are taken?” he queried, narrowing his eyes at
Ginny.
“My earrings. What were you saying to her?”
“We were just making a deal…sealed by Unbreakable Vow,”
Lucius commented as he came up to hand Hermione a glass of wine. “Don’t drink too much of it, the vintage is
horrendous.” Ginny made her excuses
hurriedly as he turned his grey eyes on her.
Try as she might, Hermione couldn’t get them to divulge what
they had been discussing. After
dutifully mingling and accepting their congratulations, sincere or otherwise,
they decided to return to Spinner’s End where a spirited debate sprang up over
where they were going to live after the wedding. They finally decided that they would spend
the days until the start of term at Hogwarts looking for suitable
accommodations – Dumbledore had been reinstated as Headmaster and had insisted
that Severus return as Slytherin Head of House…it was assumed that he would
resume his position as Master of Potions and even though Severus wasn’t best
pleased by it, he was eager to return to some semblance of normalcy after all
the hiding out. Lucius had been offered
a position in the Ministry as head of the Dept. of International Magical
Cooperation, as well as a place on the Wizengamot. The debate ended with the two wizards making
short work of Hermione’s gown, and wasn’t revived until the next day when the
counselor arrived to interview them.
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“I still don’t see why we have to do this,” Severus groused.
Lucius grinned over at him, assuming the role of Marriage
Counselor. “So, Professor Snape…that’s
an interesting last name, by the way….how do you feel about marriage? Do you think there’s any significance to your
being shunted to the left side of the
bed as opposed to the right side? How do
you feel about that? Does it make you
feel any less of a wizard that your future co-husband is so much better looking
than you are? Aren’t you afraid that
your wife would much rather shag him…?” He ducked the pillow Severus flung at him as
Hermione laughed.
“Boys, play nice – I think she’s here,” she said, pointing
at the fireplace which had turned green.
Between the two of them, the Slytherins managed to alienate the
counselor to such a degree that she signed her name on the papers and left
within thirty minutes of her arrival.
They had been giving outrageous and contradictory answers to her
questions, but the deal breaker had been Severus conjuring the Dark Mark right
in the room over her head while Lucius pulled his wand free of his cane
threateningly and both Death Eaters spoke in Parseltongue. They insisted that they were only discussing
the weather when Hermione screamed at them, but the damage had already been
done.
“You’re like a pair of third years!” she yelled at the
unrepentant wizards who were bellowing with laughter and clutching their
sides. The Floo turned bright green
again and a roll of parchment popped out onto the hearth – unrolling it,
Hermione saw that it was a marriage license, signed by both the counselor and
the Minister of Magic. “That was
fast…but your antics were still uncalled for,” she reprimanded. “And get rid of that, Severus!”
Her former professor was still heaving with laughter as he
flicked his wand at the Dark Mark still taking up most of the space in the
living room and it vanished in a shower of green sparks. She made them work hard to get back in her
good graces, but as ever, her Slytherins were “up” to the task.
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In between searching for a new home and planning the wedding,
Horace Slughorn came to pay his former students a
visit – since his return to retirement, he had found it difficult being out of
the spotlight. He had enjoyed
surrounding himself with the rich and famous, happy to garner acclaim in any
area he could with his “Slug Club” and proposed that he fix one last “get
together” before truly receding from the public eye. “I’m sure it hasn’t escaped your notice that,
while none of you are Harry Potter himself, you are still famous for your part
in the war. As you will be getting
married, it is only fitting that you have a grand send off from the single
life.”
“What is that supposed to mean?
We are too busy with the wedding preparations, Professor,” Hermione
interrupted.
“A bachelor party, m’dear – oh, you
will need a bachelorette,
or course…but you can’t honestly expect two of the most famous sons of
Slytherin House to get married quietly,
did you now?” Hermione opened her mouth to argue, but closed it when she saw
her wizards’ expressions of interest.
“Yes, I thought so! Leave it all to me!”
They had to help the enormously fat man out of his chair and he stepped
through the Floo chuckling and talking to himself.
“A bachelor and bachelorette
party….there will be no sleeping with strippers,” Hermione said sternly,
remembering the major part of a bachelor party and not wanting her men anywhere
around one.
Lucius smiled at her and shook his long platinum hair so it
fell around his face like a lion’s mane, exactly how she loved to see it. “The only stripper we would even think about shagging would be you, if
you decided to turn up incognito, lovey…how about a
preview?” he invited.
“That’s the best idea you’ve ever had, Lucius,” Severus
drawled, flinging himself onto the couch so he could watch.
“Well, then…” Hermione smiled and began to undo her robes
slowly.
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A/N: I had to put
something about a marriage counselor…the pastor who performed the ceremony for
the Hufflepuff and I required some sessions of it as well. It was so boring, I
wish I could have cast the Dark Mark in there, lol. Bachelor party antics next chapter!
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