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********DISCLAIMER*********Everything belongs to JKR, except
perhaps the idea of an Auror sandwich.
But I bet she’s thought of that as well, the naughty minx.
The wedding was finally upon them, after the bride had
nagged, wheedles, and bullied her two grooms until they almost began to doubt
that they had chosen the right life mate.
It took several run-ins with Petrificus
Totalus to get the overzealous witch to stop worrying about the ceremony
and off of their backs, and Severus was long recovering from a particularly
inventive hex sent his way when Hermione had overheard his muttered
“Bridezilla” comment. Dumbledore had offered the use of Hogwarts – it was only
fitting that, since all three were former alumni, they get married there, he
told them. That the media coverage would
probably spur more parents into sending their children to study there had a bit
to do with it as well, though the Headmaster wouldn’t admit. He decorations were a mix of Slytherin and
Gryffindor House colors and tastefully done; both grooms had given warning…at
the first sign of frippery, wands would be drawn and people would be
hexed. That went double for any cherubs
spotted.
Hermione waited nervously in one of the classrooms while
Molly Weasley fixed her hair with a final pass of her wand. The bride’s parents were beside themselves at
the sight of their “little girl,” all grow up and getting married. The meeting of her parents and her soon-to-be
husbands had been quite a scene – her parents had expressed their extreme
misgivings about letting their daughter marry Slytherins. They still weren’t over the shock at her
choosing two men, and Lucius had only exacerbated the situation by
telling them that it was, in fact, and HONOR for a Slytherin even deigning to
notice a Gryffindor. Severus had used
all the charm at his disposal to mend that
breach of common sense. Since that day however, the two Death Eaters regularly
interacted with their future in-laws and slowly built up a congenial
relationship. Severus had quipped that it was astonishing how much faster the
Grangers warmed up to him than to Lucius.
“After all, I’m the murderer here…you’re just rude.”
“All done, dear.
Don’t you look a vision!” Molly beamed.
“Now, I have something for you.”
She handed Hermione a wrapped box and the younger witch opened it with a
gasp.
“Oh, Mrs. Weasley…! If you knew what this means to
me, you- oh, thank you!” Hermione flung her arms about Molly, and
lifted her present to the light again.
It was like the Burrow’s clock, yet different in that it was oblong and
instead of just showing names, it had three wizarding photos. Hers was in the middle, looking thrilled –
below the photo were the words “Happy.”
To either side of her grinning picture were photos of Lucius and
Severus. Severus was yawning, his
caption reading “Bored” while Lucius kept fiddling with his hair with an intent
expression on his face. His caption
read, “Primping.” Suddenly, Severus’
face changed. Even as she watched, a sly
look bloomed on his face and in Lucius’ photo, the handsome wizard’s hair
turned purple. The captions read,
respectively, “Hexing” and “Hexed.” As
Lucius’ picture let out a silent bellow of rage, Severus grinned and the sound
of a boxing-match-style bell rang out.
The captions now read, “Fighting.”
Hermione laughed at the ever-changing expressions on her men’s faces,
her initial wedding jitters vanishing into a surge of love for the dueling
wizards. The other women in the room laughed with her and began exchanging
stories of their husband’s outrageous behavior.
Then it was time, and Hermione stared in the mirror one last
time to adjust her strapless cream colored gown. After applying one last charm to ensure that
she didn’t pop free of the snug bodice, she arranged her full skirts and walked
to the Great Hall, where the ceremony was to take place. The ceiling had been enchanted to seem like
silver and gold snowflakes were drifting to the floor, she noted with a
smile. She looked up to the altar and
experienced a moment’s surprise – they weren’t there! As she blinked in startlement, the tell-tale
black wisps of Death Eater Apparation swirled to coalesce into two extremely
sexy wizards. As a concession to her
Muggle upbringing, both wore tuxedos with hints of their House colors…Severus
sported a necktie and Lucius wore an ascot.
Her fellow Aurors gaped at them and she could see Colin Creevey
jockeying for position with his ever-present camera.
She felt like pushing her father away to the side and
running up to the altar, impatient to start her new life with the men she
loved. After what seemed like a
lifetime, she reached them and stepped in between the tall wizards. All three knelt and the Death Eaters took her
hands for the traditional vows and wizarding oath of marriage. They had briefly debated writing their own
vows, but after seeing what Lucius had written, Severus had vetoed it by
saying, “Oh, you can’t say that in public….” and casting Incendio on the parchment.
Scrimgeour, who was officiating, shook his head as he laid the Oath Spell
upon them. All three felt the tingling
zap as it tightened down; now, they would be bound together until death
released them.
“You may now kiss…um…whomever,” he said awkwardly, and
blushed as Hermione tugged both men forward at the same time so she could kiss
both of them at once. As the Minister of
Magic presented the married trio to the guests, the crowd cheered with the
exception of Mad Eye, who contented himself with glaring at the new husbands…at
his side, his date Minerva McGonagall elbowed him in the ribs.
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The reception was wild; afterwards all invited would say
that it was the most memorable wedding they had ever been invited to…even
Alastor Moody grudgingly admitted that it had been fun. Hermione was out of breath half the time, due
to her new husbands flinging her about in one boisterous dance after another –
each and every woman present had a chance to dance with the grooms who were in
unusually good spirits. Severus did,
however, extract a vow from all fellow staff members that they would not tell
the students that he actually smiled…it would seriously undermine his authority
when he returned to Hogwarts as the new Defense Against the Dark Arts
teacher. He had waited until after the
ceremony to tell Hermione of his new post, and his new wife had been
thrilled. “Maybe this time, you’ll last
more than a few months,” she teased.
“Can we go now?” Lucius asked plaintively. While the reception was fun, the blonde had
other plans for his second wife and Severus approved whole-heartedly. The two wizards circulated discretely and
said their farewells before Disapparating with their unsuspecting bride, who
was in the middle of a conversation with Ginny.
Her brown eyes widened in surprise, then narrowed in disapproval.
“That was quite rude!
I didn’t get to thank everyone!”
“We did it for you – give us a kiss, that’s a good wife…”
Lucius smirked. He unsheathed his wand
to flick a disrobing spell impatiently at himself and at Severus, who was
moving to bracket her. “Now, as much as
we love this dress you’ve got on….it really must go.” They made short, though reverent, work of her
wedding dress and were careful to lay it aside before they pounced on her.
Hours later, Hermione nuzzled them, too exhausted to even
try to untangle herself. All that
dancing and mind-blowing lovemaking really did in a witch, she thought
humorously. But it wasn’t every day that
a woman got to marry two men and then have them shag her to within an inch of
her life. “I think you may have killed
me,” she joked tiredly. Lucius heaved a
replete sigh in response and Severus hummed against her stomach, his long black
hair tickling as she shifted underneath him.
They fell asleep in the undignified dog-pile and woke the next morning
to something quite unexpected.
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“Yous’ breakfast is ready, Miss and Sirs!”
At the sound of the unfamiliar voice, Hermione shrieked
loudly and Severus swore, trying to disentangle himself from the beds other
occupants and falling out of bed with a thud.
Lucius slept on, oblivious to the mayhem in the bedroom. “Wha…? WINKY?
What are you doing here?” Hermione
gasped, hauling the covers up to her chin and restraining Severus from hexing
the House Elf, whose saucer-like eyes were even wider with fright.
“P-p-please, Miss…Professor Dumbledore sent Winky to serve
youse new family, Miss! He’s is wanting
Winky to gets out of the kitchens and giving up butterbeer,” the House Elf said
timidly. “So I’s is bringing breakfast
to the Miss and Sirs.” She shakily
proffered a large tray of food.
“You don’t have to call us Miss and Sir, Winky,” Hermione
said kindly, her love of House Elves coming to the fore. “Just call us
Hermione, Severus, and Lucius,” she instructed, pointing to each human in
turn. Winky looked horrified. “Okay, just…find something to do until one of
us calls you, then,” Hermione said, exasperated. The House Elf popped out and she reached for
the tray, Severus leaning over to help her with it.
Her husband began to laugh.
“I forgot to tell you about that….even forgot about it myself – you’re a
marvelous distraction,” he confessed, caressing her bared leg. “And this wanker didn’t even wake up!” he
indicated Lucius, who was beginning to stir.
“Wasssgoinon?” the blonde asked blearily, rubbing his eyes
and yawning hugely.
“Winky paid us a visit.”
Lucius yelped and pulled the covers over his exposed
bits. “You could have covered me!”
“Relax…I don’t think she swings that way,” Severus teased. “Besides, she never cared much for Dobby so I
doubt she’d want to exact revenge upon you.”
The dark haired wizard cajoled his new bride into letting him feed her,
then all three spent the rest of the day instructing Winky on the proper upkeep
of the Manor as well as informing her that more bedroom invasions were not a
particularly good idea. The House Elf
was extremely cautious around Lucius, as she had heard many things about him
from her former master Barty Crouch, as well as from Dobby. She quickly learned that the wizard was
indeed reformed and treated her courteously enough, mindful of his wife’s
fondness for House Elves. Winky was put at ease by Hermione promising that she would
not give her clothes unless she specifically asked to be released, and no
S.P.E.W. campaigning would take place in their home. The House Elf was further delighted when her
new mistress told her about the upcoming fertility ceremony and their plans for
having a child – Winky loved children.
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The three spent what was to be their honeymoon staying at
home and readying themselves for the ceremony as well as the wizard’s new jobs,
getting teaching materials for Severus in Diagon Alley and researching
translator spells for Lucius. When Ginny
or Lavender would Floo her, she would happily converse with her friends while
her husbands left for a game of Quidditch or a duel on the sly. One memorable moment occurred when Ginny had
contacted Hermione to ask questions about planning her wedding to Harry. “So, I was thinking we’d have House colors –
or is that too predictable?” the redhead asked quizzically.
“Oh, I don’t know, Gin…you’ve always liked blue, so why
not…?” a shout from the other room made her trail off – she had been in bed
with her husbands when the other witch had Flooed and, thinking it would only
take a minute, Hermione had answered.
“What is that?”
Severus yelled.
“It’s the fruit of my passion for Hermione,” Lucius
snickered.
“Well, keep your passion fruit on the other side of the bed!!!”
Hermione giggled, then blushed as she realized that Ginny
had overheard.
They set up an appointment with the witch specializing in
the fertility spell, and she Flooed to their manor to begin her instruction of
the trio. Madam Irina Marhold was a
tall, willowy witch with skin the color of cinnamon…Hermione was hard put not
to be jealous of the appreciative glances her husbands gave the woman, but was
soothed by Lucius stroking her hand in apology. Irina, for that was what she
insisted they call her, gave them a list of things they’d need and the food
they must eat in preparation, as well as immediately after. She explained that, to hold the spell on all
three of them, she would have to be present and watching, as she said, the
conjugal activities. This made the trio
somewhat uncomfortable, but Hermione assured her that they would do whatever it
took for a child. “Now, don’t deviate
from that diet – it’s very important,” Irina urged. “I’ll see you in a few days, yes?” she
clasped their hands in farewell before Flooing back to the Ministry.
2 days later…
The bedchamber had been completely set up in accordance with
the ritual’s requirements – an abundance of large white candles were placed in
a large circle on the floor, and green and tan colored blankets and pillows
were heaped inside the ring. Hermione
had initially thought that such a rite would take place on something like a
large black pentagram with red candles all over the place…which was truly silly
of her, as she knew much better than that…but the way it was set up now, it
looked purely like a working of white magic, of good. And it fit – through their love, they would
be making a child within that circle of light.
Their diet had consisted of unbelievably bland food, unseasoned and not
at all what any of them would choose to eat.
However, Irina had insisted that it would drive any lingering toxins
from their bodies and would make conception of a child much easier.
“Is it time yet?” Lucius asked nervously, toying with a
strand of his long hair. Severus was
pacing back and forth, casting glances at the clock above the fireplace.
“Nearly. I still
can’t believe she’s going to…to…watch us.”
Hermione blinked.
“From what I’ve heard hinted, the pair of you aren’t exactly exhibition
first-timers, so why are you worried now?”
“That was different…Voldemort made us, um, perform for him,”
Severus explained.
Lucius flicked his hair back out of his handsome face. “Yes,
it was different…we love you.” He leaned over to bestow a kiss upon her neck
and she smiled at him, stroking his cheek lovingly. Severus drifted over and they spent the
remaining time kissing and caressing each other. All too soon, Winky knocked on the door to
let the “Missus and Sirs” know that Irina Marhold had arrived. Today the beautiful witch had swept her long
black hair up into an intricate coronet and wore a turquoise cloak – and she
shocked all present by dropping it to the floor and not having a stitch
underneath it.
“You’ll be nude in front of me,” Irina shrugged, “And it
will be easier for you if I am bare as well.
You followed the diet?” She
smiled at the men looking everywhere but at her as they murmured
assurance. “Excellent. Drink this.” A flick of her wand conjured
three goblets of steaming clear liquid.
Obediently, the trio drank – Severus’ eyebrows raised, but
he tossed it back all the same. “That’s
a powerful mixture,” he commented slyly, and Hermione wondered at his tone –
what had been in the drink?
“It’s hot in here, don’t you think?” she said, fanning
herself and starting to tug off her jumper.
Lucius was pulling at his collar, clearly overheated as well, but
Severus remained motionless, staring at the nude witch.
“You’re good…how long until the aphrodisiac kicks in? I
couldn’t discern the exact dosage.”
Irina laughed. “It
should be any moment now; I timed it to begin its effect as soon as your body
temperatures rose high enough that clothing was uncomfortable.” Pointing her wand at the windows, she
motioned for the drapes to close and then she lit the candles with another
swish as soon as the trio entered the circle.
She settled back on her heels and began chanting a spell that sounded
more like music than an incantation, aiming her wand at each of them in turn.
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A/N: Yes, I have more
written down in a notebook but I really need to eat breakfast and change out of
my pjs…more soon, I promise.
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