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Carus Hostilis	By : Phantomhive Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 10044 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations from Harry Potter owned by JK Rowling. I do not make any money from this story and no plagerism is intended.

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Carus Hostilis

This story is based on characters and situations owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copy write or trademark infringement is intended.

HP/SS/DM

Chapter Two

For the next week Harry felt like he was traveling through a heavy fog. He attended the last few of the funerals for those that had perished during the Great Battle as it was now being called. Snape and Malfoy were attached at the hip, and many times Harry spotted them whispering and casting covert glances in his way. Harry wasn’t the only one to notice however because, at the end of the week, Hermione finally corners Harry, brown eyes ablaze in curiosity.

“What exactly is going on between you, Malfoy, and Professor Snape?”

Harry mouth goes slack in shock, the young man gaping in a manner very becoming of a fish before he hastily clamps his mouth shut. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Hermione’s brown eyes bore into Harry until the boy-who-lived is squirming like a first year. “I saw Snape’s memories. We all did, you know they’re going to be published in the Daily Prophet tomorrow since he’s to receive and Order of Merlin and of course to make official the clearing of both his and Malfoy’s names.”

“Yea, I know that already ‘Mione.”

“Harry, you should make an announcement to the Daily Prophet, for the society column.”

“What? About what?”

Hermione sighs, the small witch pinching the bridge of her nose in what seemed to be exasperation. “I was worried about you so I borrowed your cloak and a pair of extendable ears.”

“You went through my things?”

“I had no choice! I thought Malfoy was up to something! He hasn’t been as innocent as he would like everyone to believe but if it wasn’t for him then Voldemort would still be alive.”

Harry snorts before crossing his arms over his chest. “It’s not as if he helped willingly or had a choice in the matter.”

“Exactly!” Harry raises a brow towards Hermione and seeing the gesture the bushy-haired witch quickly continues speaking. “What I mean to say is Draco didn’t get a choice in regards to the war. Many Slytherins didn’t. He shouldn’t be blamed for the fact that he comes from a dark family.”

Harry shrugs his shoulders uncaringly and, sighing softly, Hermione reaches out a small hand, the young woman giving her longtime friend a reassuring pat on the shoulder. Neither the witch or the wizard are prepared for the result of her action because just her soft touch alone has Harry gasping loudly in surprise, a deep flush infusing the man’s cheeks as he recoils away from Hermione’s touch.

“Hermione!”

“I…I’m sorry.” Hermione’s eyes are wide and a small hand is pressed to her lips in shock.

“What—” Harry clears his suddenly dry throat before proceeding. “What was that?”

“So it’s true,” Hermione whispers, her hand still pressed to her lips in shock and her gaze wider than ever.

“What is true, Hermione? What are you talking about? What is going on? I…I have never felt like that before.”

Hermione swallows thickly, the slender witch running a shaking hand through her wild head of hair. Sucking in a deep breath Hermione tries to gain control of herself, knowing that her shock and surprise is nothing in comparison to that of Harry’s. “It’s the spell Harry.”

“What?”

“The spell, the bond—Carus Hostilis. You haven’t been around Malfoy or Professor Snape this whole week, have you?”

“Of course I haven’t! I want nothing to do with those two and let me assure you, they are feeling quite similar in concerns to Harry Potter” Harry spits his name out as though it were poison, the young man well aware of the misconception the two Slytherins held him in.

“Harry you don’t have a choice, you should go and see one of them before it gets any worse.”

“It?”

“Yea…Harry, you know your face is still flushed, right?”

“It’s hot.”

“Because I touched you.”

Harry squirms uncomfortably, almost feeling as though he were making a cuckold out of Ron. “Hermione…”

Hermione seemed to understand were Harry’s mind was because the witch rolls her eyes to the ceiling before turning them back to Harry. “I don’t mean like that Harry. Your reaction would have been the same, no matter who touched you.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Harry, have you even read up on Carus Hostilis?”

“I made a promise to Dumbledore Hermione. I was much more interested in Carus Hostilis for the fact that it would save the Professor’s life than the other hundred and twenty-two pages about the bond. Most of it was archaic history on its birth and the reason it went out of practice and well…you probably know more about it than me.”

“Harry! I cannot believe you would cast such a spell without reading up on it! Are you bloody mad!?”

Harry glares at Hermione defensively. “Forgive me for not having all the time in the world to read up on some spell that I was going to cancel at the first opportunity. Just in case you have forgotten, I was a bit preoccupied with Voldemort and horcruxes and death eaters, and oh yea, trying not to get killed!”

Hermione returns Harry’s glare full force, not at all appreciating that she was currently being yelled at, even if she had been the one to start what was now surely turning into a yelling match. Not wanting to draw attention to their conversation, even if they were in an unused classroom Hermione slowly draws in a deep breath, forcing herself to speak in a more sedate tone. “One hundred and twenty-eight.”

“What?”

“It was one hundred and twenty-eight pages, Harry.”

“…Hermone, sometimes you can be the most frustrating person in the world.”

“You are one to talk!” As soon as the words as said Hermione remembers her earlier resolution to speak more quietly, so giving her friend an apologetic look the witch continues on. “I suppose we can finish this discussion later, for now however you need to go see Professor Snape.”

Harry groans. “I have no interest in being demeaned any more than what you’ve already subjected me to, Hermione.”

Hermione chooses to ignore that statement. “You haven’t even noticed that you’ve loosened your tie, have you Harry?”

“What?”

“As well as the top two buttons of your shirt.”

Harry glances down in speculation and indeed not only has the young man unknowingly loosened his tie but he’s also managed to get two buttons of his top open as well. “I couldn’t breathe properly,” Harry says defensively. “It’s hot in here. We should have chosen a room in the dungeons, at least they’re cooler.”

“Harry, the room has nothing to do with the fact that…actually, on second thought, let’s go to the dungeons.” Immediately, Harry is suspicious. Hermione never switches that quickly, not when she’s in one of her moods, one of which she was currently in. Hermione turns to leave out of the room, but when the witch realizes that Harry isn’t following after she stops. “Come on, Harry.”

“Why do you want to go to the dungeons all of a sudden?”

“You’re the one who suggested it.”

The silence in the room is smothering to Harry, and irritated the young man feels a scowl taking over his features as he angrily pops open two more buttons. “What is going on, Hermione!”

“There’s no need to yell, Harry.”

“Just tell me!”

Another button is popped open, causing Hermione to turned worried eyes to the room’s entrance. “Harry, I really think we should head to the dungeons.”

“No. Just tell me. Now.”

Hermione sighs—seems she’s been doing that a lot tonight. Pursing her lips slightly at being ordered around the young woman almost remains silent if only to let her friend know that he had no right to speak to her as if she were a house elf. But figuring that Harry’s knowledge about Carus Hostilis, or the lack thereof is more important at the moment, the young witch decides to let it go, or in this case shelf the incident until later.

“Harry, Carus Hostilis requires physical contact. The bond demands it.”

“What? But most bonds aren’t like that.”

“Yes, however most bonds aren’t created by emotions as strong, or detrimental as hate.”

“So, are you saying that I’ll need Snape to…to touch me?”

“Exactly.” Harry gives Hermione a bland look and the witch feels her own cheeks flushing under his gaze though the heat in her face is due to mortification. “What?”

“By touching I’m sure you don’t mean just hugs and holding hands.” The flush on Hermione’s cheeks deepen, confirming Harry’s suspicion. Moaning pitifully Harry throws his left forearm over his eyes before letting out another sound of despair. “Oh god, I feel like throwing myself off the Astronomy Tower.”

“Harry!”

Harry laughs mirthlessly before lowing his arm so that his avada green eyes can meet Hermione’s. “I spent nearly half my life foiling the plans of a madman hell bent on killing me. Don’t worry Hermione, I wouldn’t actually jump off a tower, or in this case kill myself, even if I’m going to be stuck with two Slytherins for the rest of my life.”

“Awww, Harry…”

Hermione moves towards Harry, her arms held out as she goes to embrace him but Harry quickly dodges her movements. “Please Hermione.” His longtime friend looks hurt and Harry hastily rushes to reassure her. “It’s not that. Remember what happened earlier, right?”

“Oh. Right.”

Hermione drops her arms and Harry sighs, running a hand over his face. Suddenly Harry felt very very tired. “I always thought that, you know. After Voldemort was gone I could have a life, a real life Hermione.”

“I know, Harry.”

“You and Ron both know how my life was like at the Dursleys. I…I’ve always wanted to have a family.”

“You do have a family, Harry. Me and the Weasleys, and…and many other people who love and care about you.”

“I know Hermione but it’s not the same and you know it.”

“Harry, you do know that one of the things that differ greatly between the muggle and wizarding world is that someone of the same gender can make a child together, with the right potions of course.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Well, you know…you, and Professor Snape…” Harry sinks down to his knees on the dusty floor of the room, his legs drawn up to his chest and large tears rolling down his flushed cheeks. “Oh my god, Harry! What’s wrong!”

Hermione quickly rushes towards her friend, dropping down to her own knees as well though the witch does stop herself from wrapping her arms around her distraught friend. She knows it will only make things worse for Harry. The tears rolling down Harry’s cheek continues to fall, and even though Hermione desperately wishes to help her friend she simply remains silent, not disturbing the boy-who-lived, just simply being there for him. The silence, only broken up by a sniffle from Harry every now and then, lasts so long that the shadows in the room grow longer.

“The Weasleys are going to hate me.”

Hermione realizes she must have dozed off slightly because Harry worlds jolt her, the young woman just barely stopping herself from being face first on the stone floor. “What? Harry are you alright? You know the Weasleys could never hate you. It’s not your fault what happened with Fred. No one blames you, and the man who caused his death is dead now Harry, dead by his own spell.”

Harry sighs sadly, his tears all but dried up now. “It’s not that Hermione.”

Hermione frowns in confusion. “Then what is it, Harry? I don’t understand. I mean, yea Professor Snape and Malfoy aren’t exactly who anyone thought you’d end up with but I’m sure all of the Weasleys will understand. Even Ron.”

Harry makes a small sound in the back of his throat before shaking his head. “No Hermione, it’s…I—I promised Ginny that after the war I would be with her.”

“I am so sorry, Harry.” Hermione’s voice sounds as crushed as Harry’s, and seeing the despair on Harry’s face causes Hermione’s heart to twist in pain and her own vision to cloud with the wetness of tears.

“I love her, Hermione. I love Ginny.”

“Harry, I didn’t know. I had thought…I had thought that you two had broken up, that’s what everyone thought.”

“Of course we broke up, Hermione. Do you think I was going to drag her around on a wild goose chase and endanger her life? I love Ginny Hermione, I just wanted to protect her. And now, everything’s ruined. Even in his grave Voldemort’s ruined my whole bloody life. I’ll never have a family.”

Hermione uses the back of her hand to wipe the tears from her eyes as well as clearing her throat so that she won’t choke on any of her words. “Harry, I know that I cannot even begin to imagine everything you must be feeling now but you can still have a family, it’s not impossible.”

“I can’t be with Ginny anymore, Hermione. The bond wouldn’t allow it and even if it did I wouldn’t do that to her.”

“I know Harry but that’s not what I meant. You can still reproduce you know.”

Harry’s fists clench tightly, nails digging in hard enough to prickle the skin. “You don’t understand, Hermione. I…I can never do that.”

Hermione’s brow furrows in confusion. “Well if you don’t actually want to do that you can always adopt you know.”

Harry laughs sadly, shaking his head at Hermione’s words. “You know of how my life was at the Dursleys, of how they treated me. That I grew up unloved.”

“Harry, I know you would be a loving Father. You would never do anything like that!”

“It’s not that Hermione. I…I just—” Harry sucks in a deep breath to steady his voice, the boy-who-lived tilting his head to the side so that his emerald eyed gaze can meet Hermione’s own. “I could never raise a child in a home without love. Professor Snape and Malfoy hate me. I could never do that to my child, to any child.”

“Harry, Professor Snape and Malfoy don’t hate you…”

Harry laughs again, shaking his head some more before slowly rising to his feet. “You know that’s not true Hermione. If it wasn’t then Snape would be dead because that damnable bonding spell wouldn’t have worked.”

Hermione rises to her feet as well, not refuting Harry’s words because she knows them to be true. “What are you going to do?”

Harry taps his forefinger against his chin, the young man humming in thought. “You know what, Hermione? I actually think that I’m in the mood to pay the giant squid a visit.”

“Harry!” Hermione gasps in shock, her gaze wide and her mouth slack as she stares at the savior of the wizarding world.

Harry just rolls his eyes before heading towards the door of the classroom. “I said I wasn’t going to kill myself or anything Hermione. You and the rest of the wizarding world knows as well as I do how poor of a swimmer I am, I won’t go into any deep water. I just need some time alone. I need to think.”

Hermione nods. “I understand, Harry.”

“Besides,” Harry grumbles out. “It’s freaking hot as hell!” Scowling at nothing in particular Harry angrily yanks his tie off before tossing it to the ground and storming out of the unused classroom in a huff, the man’s robes swirling around him in a striking resemblance to the infamous manner of Professor Snape.

Tbc…
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