Death Eater Double Team | By : Tigerrr Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 15510 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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*****DISCLAIMER**** Not mine, don’t sue, have no money cuz I spent it buying LM’s cane
A/N: And NO I’m not
using it like in a previous chapter, so the jokes can stop right here. It’s actually pretty heavy, you could beat
the shit out of someone with that thing…totally unlike SS’s wand(which is also not
used for dubious purposes), which is very light. I had to buy my niece Draco’s
wand for her birthday – it’s a piece of crap.
WARNING: Drunken hijinks and
highly unlikely situations ahead.
Proceed with caution!
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With most of the wedding preparations finished and a huge
manor house located and paid for, they moved into it immediately and began
personalizing the place. Of course,
House colors were dominant, but they compromised and found a way to mix green
and burgundy in the decorative scheme by way of adding royal blue, with gold
and silver flourishes here and there. As
Lucius didn’t feel up to returning to Malfoy Manor to retrieve his things,
Severus went alone and traded on Narcissa’s gratitude
for helping Draco, coming out of the palatial home with considerably more than
Lucius’ “half”, for which his friend was properly grateful. Draco even came to their new home to survey his
future Stepmother, and managed to be polite and respectful once he realized
that his father was actually deeply in love with his former classmate. But true to form, he flatly told Hermione
that he would never call her “mother” in a million years – Hermione told him
that if she ever had a natural son like him, he would be drowned at birth, so
she wasn’t bothered in the slightest.
Slughorn contacted them a few
weeks before the wedding ceremony, informing them that their parties were to be
held that night – he included a Portkey that would activate at 8 o’clock, and
the trio got dressed and speculated what would happen that night. When the Portkey glowed
blue, they each touched it with a finger and were hurled into a familiar
setting. “It’s Hogsmeade!” Hermione
cried, pointing to the village. In front
of them was the Three Broomsticks – Lucius’ lip began to curl immediately when
he saw Dobby skittering inside balancing a tray with tiny glasses of champagne
on it.
“That…thing is not
going to come anywhere near me!” he protested just as Slughorn
came out of the doors to greet them.
“My boys! And Miss Granger,” he nodded pleasantly at
her. “The bachelorette
party will be conducted here for you, m’girl….if
you’ll excuse us, I’ll take your two to their respective bash,” he chuckled,
making Severus roll his eyes. The Death
Eaters kissed her in farewell as Slughorn beamed with
approval and they were haled off to a drastically changed Hog’s Head. Inside, Old Tom the barman sulked in a corner
as he watched his bar being covered in swaths of green silk, but his depression
didn’t last for long – silver ribbons dropped from the ceiling at Lucius and
Severus’ entrance complete with writhing young women, scantily clad in
Gryffindor colors, dangling and gyrating above the heads of the patrons. Soft, sultry music was playing in the
background, and serving girls were circulating in burgundy and gold bikinis –
the other guests arriving stared wildly about.
Harry and Ron entered, gaping as one of the girls went slinking
by with a grin and a playful tug on Lucius’ ponytail. “We are going to get in serious trouble
tonight,” the blonde informed his friend solemnly.
Much, much later…..
“Yes, we are knee-deep in it already,” Lucius commented,
watching as the “Gryffindor Girls,” as they were called, did an intricate
strip-dance for the enjoyment of all men present. “Severus? Severus!”
His friend was currently being treated to a lap dance by a
topless blond who was shaking her bottom in his face quite vigorously. “Whuh….?” He shook his head to clear it and had to
place a hand on the stripper’s ass to keep her from sitting on his face. “Yes, this is quite distracting, isn’t it?” He wondered what Hermione was doing right
now. “Lucius, I think we should go see
what Hermione is up to – you know, just to check up on things, make sure she’s
okay.” If he had some tart’s
behind in his face, what must she
have in hers?
Lucius slammed his glass of firewhiskey
down on the table and stood up a bit unsteadily. “Excellent, let’s be off!” They were intercepted immediately by Slughorn who forced more drinks upon them and it was two
extremely pissed Death Eaters who staggered out the door two hours later, five
sheets to the wind with an excellent idea involving Alastor
Moody.
“Shoo-perb hy-dea,
Loo-see-ush,” Severus slurred, trying hard to
remember where they could actually find Mad-Eye. “I’ll tr-hy my Patronush,” he said brightly, and proceeded to send it
after the old Auror. After drunkenly evading
a concerned Slughorn by hiding beside a rubbish bin and
setting the Dark Mark over the roof of the Hog’s Head, they managed to sober up
a bit while waiting for Moody and discussed how they were to accomplish their
goal.
“He’ll be expecting me to try something, so I’ll distract
him while you go to it,” Lucius hiccupped.
They giggled into their cloaks as they saw the older man stump up the
lane towards the Hog’s Head, glaring at the Dark Mark which was still gleaming
brightly in the evening sky. “Alastor!” he called loudly after sneaking onto the
path. As the one-legged man turned
towards him, he began scolding the Auror for not showing up at the party,
watching Severus slip behind him and raise his wand.
Severus cried out an incantation, and a bolt of energy
struck Mad-Eye just as he was turning to charge the dark-haired man.
“Did it work…?” Lucius skidded to a halt just in front of
them.
“I think so – let’s get him to the Three Broomsticks to try
it out. Help me lift him…oh, wait – Mobilicorpus!”
They managed to convey the unconscious Auror down the lane to Rosmerta’s establishment, accidentally getting him stuck in
several hedges on the way. Lucius
slipped to the side of the tavern and peered inside the window.
“Lots of half-naked men in Slytherin
colors…is that a loincloth? Wait, wait – I see them!” he cracked the
window open and stuck his wand inside. “Imperio!” Moments later, a
male stripper came wandering out of the back door with his eyes unfocused. He interrogated the man shortly and then Stunned him. “Bring
him over here, Severus!”
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Hermione sat at the bar talking to Madam Rosmerta and
Minerva McGonagall. “Yes, it was
unexpected, but I really do love them. I
have my work cut out for me, though…you know how Slytherins are…” Minerva nodded and clapped excitedly,
pointing to the back of the bar at the burgundy hangings which were fluttering.
Hermione rubbed the back of her neck, suddenly getting the feeling that Lucius
was discharging a spell – she dismissed it as an alcohol buzz seconds later.
Rosmerta stepped forward.
“Sonorous. Okay, everyone! Can
you hear me? Excellent! What better way
to show Hermione what she’ll be missing as a single witch, than bringing out
“The Thunder from Down Under?” Yes,
they’ve agreed to Horace’s request – Billy over there was a former student –
and they’re here to perform just to give Hermione Granger a grand send off to
married life!” All the witches clapped
and whistled raucously as several good looking, loincloth clad men stepped out
from behind the curtain. The lights
dimmed, and they began dancing seductively towards Hermione, who was blushing.
Suddenly, the curtains flailed wildly again, and out
stepped…..Alastor Moody, peg-leg polished to a high
sheen and magical eye rolling wildly.
Unfortunately, the Auror was also dressed in the Slytherin green
loincloth and all women present shrieked loudly in horror. Hermione almost fell off of her chair, trying
frantically to erase the image of Mad-Eye Moody’s bouncing belly from her
mind’s eye – what on earth was going
on…? Then she saw, through the crowd, two men nearly doubled over with
laughter. Lucius Malfoy and Severus
Snape were crying with mirth and clinging to each other like a pair of drunks,
desperately trying to remain upright.
She stormed over to them, placing a hand over her eyes to prevent seeing
Mad-Eye’s gyrations and hip-thrusting.
Lucius spotted her coming and tugged frantically on Severus’ sleeve, but
his friend was too far gone in hilarity and sliding down the wall as he
clutched his sides. “What do you think
you are doing?” she demanded severely, but she couldn’t be too harsh with them;
the sight of Severus shaking with laughter made it difficult not to smile.
“Sweet fuck, he’s taking off the loincloth! Don’t look!
Don’t look!” Lucius yelled suddenly, clapping his hands over his eyes. Hermione risked a glance behind her and
found, to her absolute and total horror that he had been correct.
“How does he keep that leg on?” Severus asked, scratching
his head quizzically.
“I told you not to look – ugh! Now you made me look…” Lucius staggered backwards,
blindly fumbling for the door and Hermione laughed as her Slytherins barreled
out into the night yelling that they were blind, and couldn’t see. She wondered just how much they’d had to
drink when she saw the stagger down the street laughing their heads off and
leaving a trail of clothes behind them.
She wished them well away from the scene when whatever spell they used
on Mad-Eye wore off, and gasped as she saw Minerva slipping the Auror a
Galleon, which he tucked…somewhere; she didn’t want to know just where it ended
up, and thought that it might be a good idea to take her Death Eaters
home. She glanced out the door and saw a
total of 6 Dark Marks over various roofs, the occupants shrieking and running
out of their houses. Yes, that would be
a fantastic idea. She made her excuses
and ran after her men before they tried to Disapparate in their inebriated
state.
She caught up with them as she gathered up their clothes,
before they had a chance to disrobe entirely – she learned later that they had
shots continuously while waiting for Mad-Eye to start his performance – and
stopped Lucius from pulling his trousers down in front of a group of old
witches who were loudly encouraging him and Severus in their drunken
antics. “We’re going home now – no,
love, pull that back up…Sev, sweet, put back on your
shirt, let’s go. No, no, no! These nice
witches don’t need to see that, let’s go so you can sleep it off,
darlings.” She blessed whatever sixth
sense had made her practice Side Along Apparition so
much, and took her aspiring strippers back to their manor where they promptly
lost the contents of their stomachs on the front lawn. After attempting to comfort her miserably
heaving wizards and holding their hair back, she got them in the house without
further incident.
Hermione sighed and shook her head as she walked into Severus’
storeroom and selected a Sober-Up potion for them after taking a quick glance
at the shelves. She also snagged a
bottle of muggle “Pepto Bismol” for their stomachs and threatened them with the
Cruciatus Curse if they didn’t drink it all.
Severus made a horrific face as he tossed it back, placing a hand on his
stomach queasily while Lucius pinched his nose and chugged it. “It’s hot in here,” Severus complained,
tugging off his clothes and staggering into their bedroom to pass out on the
bed. Hermione rolled her eyes as Lucius
followed suit, and set complicated wards all around their property – they might
not care at the moment, but Mad-Eye was sure to come for revenge…if he wasn’t
being otherwise occupied by McGonagall.
She shuddered at this thought and rubbed at her eyes vigorously – she so didn’t want to think of that!
As much as she adored her fiancés, she decided that she
wasn’t in the mood to sleep with them breathing poisonous fumes in her face and
laid down on the spacious couch…which was a bed in its own way – they had all
had a fine time breaking it in. Yawning
widely and looking at the clock – was it truly
5:30 a.m.? After shaking her head at some noises in the other room, she fell
asleep dreaming of strippers in Slytherin green and woke much later in the
afternoon to the sounds of someone trying to force their way through the Floo
connection. “Mad-Eye, you can talk to
them about it later,” she yelled and grinned at the old Auror’s
curses. Hermione wondered where they
were and walked to the bedroom where she laughed to see both Death Eaters still
deeply sleeping and wrapped around each other – she could tell that Lucius was
close to wakefulness however, since he was determinedly snuggling against
Severus. A flick of her wand, and both
men were “morning breath” free, so she shucked her
clothes and slipped in the bed to kiss her former professor.
Onyx eyes opened to survey her, and a smile tugged at the
corners of his mouth. “Morning.” He blinked in surprise as he became aware of
an amorous Lucius grinding against his thighs.
Reaching back, he slapped the blonde’s face lightly to wake him and
Lucius jerked awake.
“Sorry.”
“No problem. Look who’s come to see us,” Severus smirked,
and Lucius leaned over him for a good morning kiss from Hermione, dropping his
head on his friend’s chest lazily.
Hermione sat up and stroked their hair as the three laughed softly about
the previous night’s activities.
“We’ll be married in a few days, my loves...and I was
thinking about something,” she began as Lucius rolled off of Severus and over
her to settle on her other side. Severus
laid his cheek on her thigh and looked up at her questioningly. “I was thinking about children,
actually. I know that…well, you already
have Draco, but what about if we were to make a baby? I mean,
all three of us?”
Lucius’ grey eyes widened.
“Lovey, that can’t happen…you only need two to
make a child as most of us know,” he said hesitantly. Severus lifted his head from her leg and sat
up.
“You mean, you want each of us to
get you pregnant? Which of us would be first?”
Hermione bit her lip.
“Well, as you know, many different kinds of witches and wizards frequent
the Ministry. When I was there two
months ago, I heard about a witch who specialized in this sort of thing; giving
a trio of lovers one child – sort of a combination of each of them. Of course, most often it’s for two gay
wizards who want a child…but it could work for us. And….I think I’d
really like to have a baby. And you
already know I can’t choose between you two.”
Lucius touched her lightly.
“Is there any way to ensure we don’t have another Draco on our
hands? Hermione…I think I’ll need time
to think about it.”
Severus’ mouth twisted wryly. “And I, as well…we’re not young wizards
anymore, Love.” He pulled her into an
embrace when he saw the fullness in her eyes.
“We just need to think it over, that’s all. Don’t fret, my darling.” He let the embrace become heated so she would
forget her distress in the ebb and flow of desire, and laying her on her back
beside Lucius, began to thrust into her willing body while his friend watched,
lost in his own thoughts of fatherhood.
The more Severus thought about Hermione’s body undergoing
the changes that come with carrying a child, the more ardent he became – he
would have more chances to take her by himself, rather than sharing constantly
with Lucius…the other man would of course, be there when it occurred; they had
become so used to each other in the same bed that it felt odd being apart. They hadn’t told Hermione that when she had
left them for that short period of time, they had continued to share the same
bed because it felt better than being by themselves. Lucius began to take notice of them and
reached down to fondle himself as he watched intently; Hermione loved it when
one wizard beat off while watching the other was fucking her – her cries of
pleasure intensified as she saw Lucius stroking his cock. With skill born of long practice, Severus
brought Hermione to a screaming, shuddering orgasm as he spilled inside of her
with a groan and Lucius cried out as he spurted onto his stomach. “Let’s do it,” he murmured against her throat
as he pulled out of her.
Lucius was still caressing himself, enjoying drawing out the
pleasure while he looked at Hermione’s flushed face and disheveled hair. “Yes…let’s,” he said softly.
Hermione burst into tears.
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A/N: Awwwww! They’re going to knock her up, how sweet. lol. I seriously thought about Hermione giving
them a potion labeled “Soldier Up” instead of “Sober Up” and not know about it til later, but thought that since I promised no slash I’d
better deliver on that promise. Maybe
sometime later I’ll write a slash story with those two…yum, Slytherin boys! Hahaha.
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