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Coping and Keeping	By : DameOfSlytherin Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 46009 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 9
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  Nadia’s little feet made slapping noises as they padded down the bare stairs, trying to remember the way to the kitchen. Her mumma had been asleep, hugging a pillow, curled up on her side of the bed. Mumma’s face had looked so sad, like she wanted to cry and Nadia didn’t like to see her mumma cry. The stairs were longer than she remembered but then, last night Nadia had almost been asleep.
            The wood floors were cold when she reached the landing, the rugs not covering the whole hallway. A doorway was cracked, with weak morning light slipping out. Tip toeing, Nadia pushed the door open, wincing when a creak sounded. Usually, if she made any noise Papa would start yelling and then mumma would shoo Nadia into the other room. Then the noises would get worse.
            The kitchen floor was stone, radiating the cold, making it seep into her bones. Shivering, Nadia crept to the cupboard that kept the food, like the one in their own home. Nadia pulled out the container of blueberries and some strawberries. She had to pull a chair over to be able to wash them off in the sink, she just couldn’t reach the faucet no matter how much she stretched. She almost let out the shriek caught in her throat when she was grabbed around the waist.
            “Little one, you shouldn’t be up alone, where is your mother?” Turning she saw she was in the arms of Lord Malfoy, and he didn’t seem mad at all. He chuckled when she stared. “Do I have something on my face?”
            “No, but I thought you would be mad that I was up in my own, He was always mad when he sees me,” Lord Malfoy gathered the berries from the sink and dumped them in a bowl, all without sitting Nadia down. He settled them at the table, her on his lap and the bowl in front of them.
            “Saw, he was mad when he saw you. Grammar, luv. But you don’t like your papa, do you?” Lord Malfoy fed her the berries and helped himself while he was at it.
            “I don’t, not really. Mumma says that I shouldn’t hate him, she says he was once a good guy. Did you know him when he was good, Lord Malfoy?” She munched on her berries, getting juice on her fingers. She looked at him with such an innocent face and eyes that saw much too much for one so young. Her question made him want to scowl, but he didn’t want to scare the little girl.
            “He once was very good, he helped your Uncle Harry and your mother take down a very bad man. He and your mother were a seemingly perfect couple. Your mother is one of the smartest witches I have ever met,” He took out a handkerchief and gently rubbed her fingers clean, ignoring the purple stains in his once pristine cloth. He gathered a handful of the round blue berries and tossed them in the air, catching them in his mouth. The little girl’s giggles were adorable and enchanting.
            Her black hair was bulled back in a sloppy bun, and her little upturned nose was scrunched, reminiscent of her mother’s facial expression. She was small for a seven year old, ridiculously skinny, but not unhealthily so. Her eyes were wide and blue, her father’s had never looked this cute. Lucius would admit, he agreed with Black, he would not mind being this little one’s papa.
            “Uncle Harry isn’t nice to mumma anymore, it’s because he loved her but she married my papa. I heard Auntie Ginny yelling at him, he was talking about mumma in his sleep. Uncle Harry wishes he was my papa,” She shook her head, pieces of hair whipping around her face. She picked up the last strawberry and held it out to him, even as he could clearly see that she wanted it.
            “No, you eat that. I’m full,” He stretched and rubbed his stomach with his free hand. The sound of the kitchen door creaking open again had them both turning guiltily. Severus stood in the doorway, his eyebrow raised and his trademark smirk in place.
            “I do believe that I have never seen a Malfoy in such an open position before. Did I hear you chuckle?” Severus walked over to Nadia, brushing a kiss over her hair and snatching the strawberry out of her hand. Biting a half away, he popped the other into Nadia’s mouth, continuing to the cupboard. He pulled out more fruit, fruit that had been too high for Nadia to reach. Looking at her out the corner of his eye, “Did you want some?”
            “Please, if you really wouldn’t mind?” Her blue eyes had opened wide, her mouth not quite forming a pout. Her sight was trained on the fruit in his hand, it was mangos and melon.
            “Have you used that face on your mother, how could she ever deny that?” Lucius shook away the temptation to go out and buy the little girl any fruit she could ever want. Her face turned to him, the pleading look fading only slightly.
            “I don’t, you try and you’ll fail,” Hermione walked into the room, still in the shirt that Sirius had put on her. She also brushed a kiss onto Nadia’s head and walked to the sink to make tea, the muggle way. “Do you want any?”
            “Milk and sugar,” Lucius turned his head to watch her legs move and only stopped when Nadia let out a giggle. He turned his head to see her watching him. “What do you find so humorous?”
            “Uncle Harry does the same thing,” She whispered it to him, tugging him down by his collar. She let him go when her mother placed her weakened tea in front of her and Lucius’ larger mug in front of him. “Does mumma make yours weak too? She says I’m too little to have grown up tea, that the caffeine isn’t good for me.”
            “No, your mother won’t make mine weak, I’m not as little you. I’m allowed to have the grown up tea,” Lucius tweaked the little nose and winked at her. She sipped at her tea, sitting her back straighter and returned to watching the dark professor cleaning and preparing the fruit. “Severus, you really must hurry, she’s getting that look again.”
            “Calm yourself, I’ve nearly finished. The minx will be fed soon enough,” He grabbed the bowl that they had been using earlier and refilled it. He was working closely with Hermione, brushing against her as she made her own and Severus’ tea. Reaching around her deliberately, he pushed his body against hers, letting her feel his whole body, and he grabbed more bowls.
            “Ms. Granger, I will be talking to my legal counsels, I believe that we can get your guardianship questions answered soon. You both will be staying here, correct?” Lucius fed small cubes of fruit to the little girl in his lap, looking at Hermione in enquiry.
            “We will be staying here, as long as Sirius doesn’t mind. If she starts to bother you, just send her over to me,” Hermione decided to eat with a fork, picking bits of fruit and eating slowly. She winked as her daughter let out a gasp of indignation.
            “I believe we are perfectly comfortable, but you might be more comfortable if you dressed in something where Severus doesn’t have access to your upper thighs. It’s not fair if he can and I cannot,” Both men heard her indrawn breath and watched as her pupils dilated and a flush crawled up her cheeks. Both men could see it began beyond her upper chest, a gap in her shirt nearly showing the top of her breast.
            “I think you guys can always touch mumma, she always lets me. She’s fun to cuddle with, she’s soft and smells good,” Nadia had started to feed herself, Lucius had become focused on her mother. And she didn’t hear when her mother let out a choked breath.
            “I believe that I will take you up on that offer, little one. But not right now,” Severus had already finished his tea and fruit, he was planning on working on his potions research. He was even thinking of making something special for the Weasel. “I’ll be in the lab, working. Interruptions will not be appreciated.”
            “Does this mean you won’t show me how to make potions?” Nadia had turned that Look onto Severus, pleading with only her eyes. He stared hard at her, looking for a crack, trying to find a way out of teaching her but really, no one could say no to her wide eyes. He looked to Hermione, only to see her studiously avoiding his gaze.
            “You may come with me, you are not to touch anything, and you are to stay on the stool I sit you,” Severus glared at the little girl, doing his best to ignore the suspicious warmth that spread when she beamed at him. “Go with your mother, she will attire you properly. What you are wearing is a hazard.”
            Remus threw his head back, arching into Sirius’ thrusts, leaning his upper body against the shower wall. Sirius sank his teeth into Remus’ shoulder, using it to hang onto Remus, quickening his hips, slamming in harder and harder.
            “Remmy, shit… feel so good, still so tight,” Sirius’s voice was deep, his mouth right next to Remus’ ear, rumbling and deep. Remus whimpered when he slowed his pace, barely moving, going so slow, teasing Remus’ passage. “Listen to you, like a little whore, what if ‘Mione heard you, what if she heard you and walked through that door? What if she saw me pounding into your tight ass, saw you begging me to go deeper, harder, faster? What if she saw you come?”
            “Ahhh!” Remus almost came but Sirius was being cruel, he encircled Remus’ cock, gripping it tightly to stave off the orgasm. Sirius licked Remus’ ear, not that it made a difference with the water pounding over them, nibbling and abusing it. Switching pace, Sirius began thrusting harshly, aiming to hit Remus’ prostate every time. He was almost thrown off rhythm when Remus started talking about Hermione again. “She wouldn’t just stand there … ahhh…. She’d come over to us… harder … and sink to her knees … nnngh… and suck my cock till it was her turn.”
            “So imaginative Remmy. How many times have you imagines her on her knees before you? Have you thought about us both taking her, or maybe all four of us? One of us in her ass, another in her cunt, someone fucking her face, and, to make sure you are happy, your ass filled with Lucius or Severus or me,” Sirius gave one last long, hard thrust and erupted into Remus, filling his lover full. Remus was allowed to come when Sirius had, spurting onto the tiles, it washing away with the water. Feeling Sirius pull out, Remus winced. It had been a very hard fuck, made harder by seeing Hermione, he’d be sore all day. He loved it.
Earlier, Hermione had taken Nadia from the kitchen to their bedroom to change. She had also placed a tracking and protection spell on her, not that she didn’t trust Professor Snape but Ron’s threat hung heavy in her mind. The spell would tell her if her baby was hurt in any way, the severity of it, and where she was. After, she had retired to the library, planning to study all she could about guardianship, child and spousal abuse laws. She grabbed a stack of relevant reading material and curled into a large comfy chair.
            Remus came into the library, mid-afternoon, limping and Sirius was just behind him, a smug grin on his face. Lucius was in a farther corner of the room, working on paperwork that had been owled in that morning. Moving slowly, Remus bypassed Hermione, ruffling her hair on his way. He worked his way to Lucius, they were talking quietly and Hermione was intrigued when Remus blushed a bright red and Lucius smirked in toe-curlingly sensual way.
“He’s sexy when he smirks, isn’t he? It can make you come, when he smirks as he fucks you, he stares at you and smirks, and pumps harder. He can take you so hard, like a savage and you’ll love it. And he never loses that smirk,” Hermione’s head whipped around when Sirius began talking but when he continued her head tipped back, her eyes went heavy lidded. He leaned down, his mouth whispering over her ear, her cheekbones, the corners of her mouth, and he moved down to her throat, not quite touching her.
“Really, Black, you must learn how to share,” Lucius stepped behind the chair and leaned over the side, drawling in Hermione’s ear, talking in that deep, refined tone. “He’s the true savage, did you see how he made Remus limp, he must have taken him so hard, not that Remus didn’t like it. Remus loves to take a long, hard pounding, begs for it, in fact. And he begs so prettily. But when he wants, he can fuck so good, he’ll start slowly, easily, but then, when you’re ready, he’ll make sure you can’t walk straight for a week. He can make you beg him to stop, to never stop, he can make you promise him anything.”
Hermione’s breath had caught in her throat and she was staring at Remus, her eyes cloudy and dilated. Her hands had been resting on the edges of the books but now were gripping tightly, and her hips were moving restlessly. When Remus moved his eyes over her body, resting on her mouth, breasts, and crotch, she let out a low whimper. Remus leaned closer, between Lucius and Sirius, to sniff her neck, taking laps of her skin, tasting her, moving up towards her mouth.
“Mumma, mumma!” Her daughter’s voice was growing closer as she neared the library door, the quick tapping of her shoes growing louder. Hermione nearly flung herself from the chair, turning quickly, she glared at the three men. She moved quickly to face the door, ready to greet her child.
“Slow yourself, Nadia. You’ll trip at the rate you are going, your mother is going nowhere. She’d skin anyone alive if they even suggested it,” They heard Severus’ voice and the immediate slowing of Nadia footsteps. When Nadia stepped into the room she threw herself into her mother’s waiting arms, squeezing her mother’s neck.
“Look at what I made, it’s Pepper-up, make you feel better and …” She looked back at Severus and when he gave a nod of encouragement, turned back to her mother. “It gives you energy.”
“Did you thank the professor for teaching it to you?” Both females turned to look at Severus and he took them both in. The little girl’s face was open, her head tilted to the side. Hermione was flushed and she was holding Nadia’s shoulders a bit too tight. The three other men in the room were sporting erections, badly concealed behind a sofa and a chair. He put two and two together and smirked.
“Thank you, professor. It was really fun and I hope you’ll show me more, before I go to Hogwarts,” Then, to everyone’s shock, she catapulted herself into his arms, which came up to catch her in reflex. He slowly ran his hand over head once then pulled back, placing space between them.
“Of course you will learn more, and you will excel when you attend Hogwarts, and you will be a little know it all, just like your mother,” Severus tweaked that little upturned nose. When he looked over, Hermione was watching them, her eyes glazed, as Lucius whispered in her ear and rubbed his fingers across her throat. “Hermione, did you find anything useful in all these books?”
“I uh, I found laws on spousal abuse, but I’ve yet to find anything on guardianship laws similar to our situation,” She’d stepped away from Lucius, right into Remus’ arms. And he wouldn’t let her out of them. Holding her with one arm around her waist, his other began stroking down her arm, calming her. “I think that I should start dinner, you know, it has been a long day and I’m hungry, anyone else?”
Before anyone could answer, Hermione had grabbed Nadia’s hand and walked out of the room. Severus turned to look at his three lovers, eyeing each of their erections and guilty faces. Except Lucius, who looked smug.
“What would have made her run out of the room like that, hmmm? Was someone touching her perhaps, feeling her skin, tasting her? Or was it something someone said,” Severus paced in front of his lovers, stopping in front of each of them, finally resting longest at Lucius. “What wicked words did you whisper in her ear, Lucius?”
“Well, first I started earlier, telling her how Sirius is a savage, how he fucked Remmy till he was limping, I believe he still is, by the by. Then, I told her how Remmy can fuck so good, making you limp, or beg or promise. But when you came in, I told her how you love strange sex positions, how you love to bend us, twist us, move us impossibly, controlling our movements, till you’re satisfied, which takes longer than the hours in the day, and how when you fuck one of us, we’re left nearly unconscious,” Lucius voice deepened as he spoke, becoming husky and dark sex. His eyes had darkened to a molten steel. Both Sirius and Remus shivered in the promise in that voice and those eyes. But Severus stared hard at Lucius, moving his eyes over his body, taking him in.
“And did you tell her what we could do together, how all of us would combine to work her body, to overwhelm her senses, to destroy her defenses, to debauche her, to taint that innocence, to violate her every orifice and we would own them, she would be ours? Did you tell her how we’d own her body, how she would want nothing in her body but what we put there?” Severus had moved his body into Lucius’ and he spoke the words onto Lucius’ lips, feeling the hardened cocks pushed into each other. The sudden locking of lips, the clash of teeth, was violent, filled with want for each other, for the men on either side of them, and a woman they couldn’t have yet. A distinctly feminine whimper had them breaking apart, turning towards the doorway. Hermione stood there, her fingers pressing on her mound, eyes trained on their grinding bodies.
Her weak words barely reached them, “I had forgotten my shoes.”
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