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Divided We Fall	By : Remarkable Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Lucius/Hermione Views: 8607 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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So this chapter was already written as well, and I cleaned up the first chapter and this one too. Thank you to the three lovely reviewers I've had. I hope everyone is enjoying this new story. You get to find out who Snape's mystery woman is. There are lemons with Snape in this chapter, but ultimately the story isn't about him. He will be a strong secondary character though but this is not a threesome/moresome fic.

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Chapter 2

Tippy sadly pried the bottle from her Master’s hand dragging on the floor and levitated him to his oversized bed down the hall. With a small sigh she poured a small amount of potion down his throat to prevent alcohol poisoning and ensure he would wake up in the morning with a minimum of discomfort. Pulling the bedcovers up to his chin and sighing, she didn’t bother to disguise a tear as she retreated to clean his study.

The house retained seven other elves, but she was the only one that remained loyal to her Master in that she actually cared about his well being. The rest simply did their minimum duties and spent the rest of the time shagging like rabbits or imbibing on their homemade wine. The Malfoy dungeon had become a veritable party zone for the gleeful house elves, with two of them heavily pregnant with babies, and the others fighting over who got which cell to call their own.

Tippy was disgraced by the lack of propriety they showed to their master. When Master was better she would tell him about the naughty elves and make sure they were properly punished. With a veritable sniff she tidied the kitchen and picked up the papers in Master’s office, piling them neatly back on his desk. She didn’t dare use charms to cleanse the carpets or stale air. The last time she did so Master whipped her with his belt, so she stuck to cleaning surfaces and other inconsequential things while surreptitiously keeping an eye on her Master.

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The lean, sexy cut of the female figure sprawled out across his bed was a sight for sore eyes to the Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He stripped out of his heavy velvet robes and breech coat before flinging himself, dragon hide boots and all, across the bed to plant a searing kiss to the witch spread so wantonly before him.

“Wotcher!” Tonks breathed into his mouth, Snape’s tongue casting lazy circles around her soft lips before entwining with her own. They dueled languidly like that for several minutes, hands groping one another in intimate places before he drew away from her, slightly out of breath.

Tonks moaned a small complaint but stretched out fully when he rose off the bed to undress.

“How was your meeting, Captain Snape?” she teased, idly running her fingers over her nipples which peaked visibly through the gauzy gown.

“It was acceptable.” Snape was a man of few words with his women, and he made no concessions for the Auror turned Hogwarts Security Director. Never in a thousand years would he have allowed such a thing to exist in HIS school, but the Ministry and the parents of his students would only allow the rebuilding of the school and the attendance of their children with a government influence in place. The concession had been the Headmaster’s sole appointment of those allowed to serve on school grounds, which had proved most fruitful to his love life, among other things.

“Never say much, do ya?”

“No.”

“You gonna talk dirty to me tonight, Snape?” Tonks rolled over onto her belly and arched her back, wiggling her arse a little at him.

“I will be entertaining a night of solitude if I must continue to listen to your mindless drivel.”

“Ach, point made.” She wasn’t offended. If anything, his brusque manner turned her on. As Headmaster and her direct employer, it was titillating to watch this powerful man unbend even a little. She was still working on totally getting him to let loose, but she had a few plans, if she could get to him at the right place and time, which always seemed to be at his convenience rather than hers.

Severus let the last of his clothing hit the floor before primly folding it and setting it onto a side chair and his cufflinks on the dresser, just precisely so. He gave her a warning look when she sighed with impatience. She rolled her eyes at him and brought her fingers down to her slick cunt, showing him what he was missing out on by taking his time.

“Oh no you don’t!” Snape growled as he leapt onto the bed and thrust into the tight witch.

Tonks let out an undignified, “Ack, Snape!” before her surprise turned to moans ushered in by his incessant and unyielding cock ramming unmercilessly into her pussy. He had yet to eat her out, but she was nothing if not patient.

Severus fixed his eyes onto Tonks as he pounded into her, taking her mind as well as her body.

Tonks only had thoughts of passion for Snape when he was fucking her. Any trace of her boyfriend would send her packing, and she damn well knew it. When she was in Snape’s bed, she was wholly his and his alone.

Satisfied her attentions were only on him, the Potions master slowed his thrusting to a more manageable pace, rotating his hips erotically to hit the sweet spot deep inside where he knew she would come instantly. Hot, viscous warmth flooded his cock and scrotum, squelching loudly while the witch’s hair turned a brilliant shade of blue, than red and pink before ending in a sparkling silver. As the quaking subsided he allowed the spasms to milk him to orgasm, groaning with respite as his come bathed her inner walls with his essence.

He immediately pulled out of her and cleansed them both with a simple charm. Not wanting to take any chances, he handed her a potion made specifically for her and watched until he was satisfied she had finished every last drop.

“That shite is nasty, Snape.”

“If you do not wish to drink it you may find someone else to liaise with. I refuse to bear any bastard children with pink hair.”

Tonk’s rich laugh filled the chamber with its musical lilt. “You’re rich, you know that? I wouldn’t give up a hot shag with you if you paid me all the gold in Gringotts. You’re the best fuck I’ve ever had, mate.” That wrestled an endangered smirk out of the cold fucker. God he was tough to get a rise out of these days.

“Indeed.”

Shrugging her shoulders, Tonks got up and swiftly dressed, off to make her rounds and have a shower in one of the Prefect’s bathrooms before heading home to her boyfriend and son.

“Catch ya later, Snape.”

He grunted in response, not bothering to see her out the door. She knew the way, and was under a wand oath not to disclose their arrangement. It was a very tidy venture and he very much enjoyed emptying his loins into her every so often. Thoughts turned to his newest problem; how to smoothly infiltrate his powers of persuasion onto the Ministry overseers of finance. He didn’t personally know too many people in those departments, and none of them personally. He would have to make a few discrete inquiries on Lucius’ behalf.

Severus took out a small wooden box and a one hitter. Packing it tightly with prime Merlin’s bud grown right in one of Pomona Sprout’s greenhouses, he lit the end with his wand and inhaled the smooth, but acrid smoke, his lungs filling until bursting with the brain fogging chemicals. He instantly relaxed, the tension rolling out of his shoulders and back like so many ripples over an otherwise still lake surface.

A few flicks of his wand ensured he would be neither disturbed nor heard unless it was an absolute emergency. Feeling much better already, he wandered into his private bath and lowered himself in until nothing was exposed except his head, neck and arms so he could continue sucking on his herb. Gods, he wished he could indulge like this more often, but his packed schedule prohibited partaking of such mind altering drugs more than once in a blue moon. Tonight was his blue moon. Minerva was on call.

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“Where are you off to today, Severus?” the Deputy Headmistress tried to ask him casually, but her nosiness wasn’t easily hidden when asked so directly.

With a deep sigh at the Head Table and a quick dab to either corner of his mouth, the Headmaster jerked his head minutely to the teacher’s entrance to the Great Hall. The chatter of students and staff was left behind as soon as the heavy wooden door was pushed shut.

“Why must you insist on knowing where I am every minute of the day?”

Minerva ignored her colleague’s rude manner and plowed into her usual speech. “Your safety is of the utmost importance. I will not have the Headmaster of this school gallivanting off Circe knows where without going through the proper channels, which, if you haven’t forgotten, is me.” She crossed her arms and stuck her nose in the air, brooking no further argument from him.

“Your infernal interference is going to be the death of me.”

“My infernal interference is my JOB, Headmaster, as you well know,” sniffed the aging witch.

Snape pressed his chin downward onto his chest. He was in no mood for her theatrics today, of all days, but he could not just leave without telling her something. If he hadn’t partook of so much Cannabis the previous evening he would most certainly have had a ready-made excuse. As it was, here he stood, stuck with telling her a version of the truth.

“I need to make a quick visit to the Ministry.”

“Ah, wonderful! You can deliver a message to Secretary Patil while you are there.”

“I am Headmaster, not an owl service.”

“Posh! Now be a good boy and tell Miss Patil I need to speak with her as soon as she has a free moment. Run along now.”

Severus gritted his teeth, grinding them with immense self-restraint before snapping his robes, spinning sharply on one heel and striding as quickly as possible away from his infuriating second in command.

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Lucius frowned at the clock. Was it seven in the morning or seven in the evening? He couldn’t tell from the drawn curtains in his overly darkened room. He wanted to call for Tippy but felt strangely odd about asking a House-elf what the real time of day it was. Deciding to find out for himself, Lucius pushed himself up from the bed and groaned heavily. His head was pounding incessantly all of a sudden and both his knees felt as if someone had kicked him there. Dark bruises bloomed over his pale skin across his thighs and knees. What in hell had he got up to that had injured him in such an odd manner? Try as he might, he could not remember. Hell, he didn’t even know how he had gotten to bed most of the past six months.

The sack of potions Severus had left him was already empty. It had only been a week.

Shite.

Donning a soiled bathrobe, Lucius dragged his hand through his now-greasy and limp hair. He disgustedly kicked away multiple empty bottles of liquor that were strewn haphazardly across the floor of his bedroom. Why the fuck hadn’t Tippy cleaned up the place?

Storming as much as he dared down the hall to his office, Lucius was shocked from his misplaced anger at the sheer pile of parchment and debris littering the once pristine room. Apparently, he must have really gotten pissed and lost all sense of reality. Lucius knew then he was in some deep shite. If he had sunk so low as to vandalize his own rooms and been abandoned by his house elf, not to mention gone through a month’s supply of potions in a week, he had fucked up real good this time.

Taking a chance, Lucius whispered , “Tippy.”

A pop from behind him made him jump.

“Tippy is here, Master Malfoy.”

Lucius was insanely happy to see the wretched creature trembling before him. Unfortunately, she flinched away when he took a step toward her.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” he murmured, more to assure himself than the elf. “Please tell me what has been happening.”

Emboldened by her Master’s seemingly first sane reply in over a week, Tippy gestured to the room. “Tippy obeys Master Malfoy and is doing what Master wants. Tippy brings bottles of Fire drink to Master, so many that you is being very sick. I be giving potions to Master to keep him alive, but Master keeps drinking more poison. I be cleaning Master’s rooms and is being kicked down the stairs. Tippy is told not to come back to rooms, so good Tippy waits for Master to call her.”

Lucius closed his eyes. He held no love in his heart for the elves that served him, but he had no further desire to abuse them, either. Not since his family had deserted him. Tippy was the only one that answered his call any longer, and still did after he had hurt her. It made him sick with self disgust.

“Please clean up this floor and I will be down for dinner in one hour.”

Tippy clapped her hands with glee with the reality that her Master was going to eat real food for a change. She happily popped out of the room while Lucius peered out the darkened windows. A glance told him he had forgotten the better part of a week. Three owls sat outside his window. Opening the window to let them in, he took each missive and shooed the disgruntled birds away without a treat or a kind word.

The smallest envelope was from Severus stating that he had been somewhat successful in influencing the Ministry’s decision in whom to send to the Manor. That was a bit of good news.

The next envelope was another business contact primly shedding contact with ‘his kind’. How droll.

The largest and most gilded scroll was from the Ministry stating their representative would be there on the 13th of November. Hell, what day was it anyway? Fuck! The fool would be there in the morning. Bloody hell.

An exhausting night of black coffee, some newly straightened out house elves from the dungeons and a good scrub later, Lucius dropped into his office chair like a man newly risen from the dead. He may be on his way out, but no way was a Ministry lackey going to report back anything out of the ordinary beyond his already shamed existence. His wing of the Manor gleamed like it hadn’t since before the war. He was quite proud of himself.

Freshly coiffed in a newly pressed Armani Wizard made suit, hair tied back in a queue and nails trimmed, Lucius lingered by the front door until the doorbell chimed. Putting on his most arrogant and regal air, the entire act almost fell from his face before he caught it somewhat and held it in place after experiencing the shock of who was standing at his front door. Instead of some crusty, bitter old hag or bastard as he had expected, the Ministry had sent none other than one Hermione Granger, Princess of Gryffindor and one-third of the Golden Trio, bane of his existence.

And he had been beginning to think that things couldn’t get any worse.
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