Death Eater Double Team | By : Tigerrr Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 15510 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Rowling.
A/N: Sorry if anyone
was upset about me glossing over the wedding – mine was boring as all get out
so I just couldn’t get into it. Besides,
everyone knows that the best part of a wedding happens after all the guests go
home ;)
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Severus shed the last of his clothes, desire coursing
through his veins in an almost painful rush.
Inhibitions flowed away as he looked at his beautiful wife, and he
forgot entirely that there was a nude witch watching their every move. Magic tingled along his bare skin, flowing
down to his groin. In the back of his
mind, he knew that it was the spell making him this way, but he felt an
inexorable pull towards the witch he loved.
He caught sight of his reflection as he walked to her, and saw that his
eyes had turned from black into a glowing sapphire; he looked down at himself
and saw that the same blue pulsing light radiated from every pore of his
skin. Dazzled, he shook his head to
clear it…and looked back at Hermione. His beloved looked as if she had
swallowed the sun – as blue light emanated from him, so did gold radiate from
her. She looked like a goddess from one
of the old tales, stretching out her arms to him. Lucius came up behind her, blending his
emerald glow into hers as he touched her, and Severus closed the remaining
distance between them.
*****
Lucius could see no one else – only the glowingly golden
enchantress mattered. He felt the magic
of the fertility spell flowing from the tips of his fingers and toes to meet
and spiral around his achingly hard shaft.
A touch of the incandescent witch sent another pulse between his legs,
and he wanted nothing more than to bury himself inside her. He moved to press himself between the curves
of her buttocks, but was stopped by…something.
Not there, not yet, said a
voice – whose was it? He tried again,
and moaned in frustration when he was halted once more. Then Severus was pulling their wife down onto
the blankets and mounting her. He knelt
close to watch her face contort with pleasure and it was a relief when Severus
shuddered and cried out. His friend
rolled off of her to lay on his side beside them, and Lucius quickly took his
place – Hermione wrapped herself around him, coming just from the sensation of
the magic crawling on his skin being thrust inside her. He threw back his head shortly in the throes
of his own climax, his long hair like a sheet of emerald flame falling down on
his arched back.
*****
It was good – Merlin,
was it good! Hermione felt everything –
the tiniest intake of breath, shift in position; every thrust feeling as if she
had just been penetrated. Even when
their pleasure became too much to stand and they spilled inside her, she could
feel their seed spreading like fire deep within her body. She lost count of how many times Lucius and
Severus came; the magic Irina was generating brought them back to readiness at
an unbelievable rate. She moaned as Lucius guided her on her hands and knees,
pumping strongly ad calling out her name in ecstasy as he exploded yet
again. Then Severus was covering her and
bringing her to the edge so that when she clamped her muscles around his cock,
he came with her, gasping.
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The witch outside the circle smiled to see the spirals of
blue and green rising from the two wizards – as she watched, the tendrils
swirled together and floated back down to touch Hermione’s golden haze. The differing colors represented their
essence as well as their magical signatures. She made sure that Hermione’s aura
was firmly mixed with the two Death Eaters’ – what a surprise to find their
auras so vibrant! Irina would have
thought that theirs would be all polluted browns and grays. She was inordinately pleased at helping this
trio conceive a child (for Hermione was indeed pregnant now) and start their
family. She made a few last passes with
her wand, and stood as she swept her cloak around her body, fastening it. As an afterthought, she removed the
prohibition she had settled upon the two men from seeking release any place
other than their wife’s vagina – the effects of the aphrodisiac would wear off
gradually and since the impregnation had been successful, the three might was
well enjoy themselves.
The cries from within the circle let her know that they were
doing just that as she drank thirstily from her large, ever-filling tumbler of
water. Chanting constantly took its toll
on a throat, as did watching such a lucky witch as Hermione Granger writhe beneath
the attentions of two wizards. Irina
thought it wasn’t too late to look up her own
lover…perhaps they could use that doubling spell she had heard of. She fanned herself as she glanced back to see
the witch pinned between the two wizards – yes, they were definitely going to
be using that spell tonight.
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The haze of pleasure receded slowly as the candles were
burnt down and extinguished by their own wax flooding the flames. Lucius lay
still embedded deep inside his beloved, breathing slowly as he looked at
her. They lay on their sides, with
Severus curled behind the witch, asleep.
Hermione had drifted to sleep as well, and though Lucius might have
thought it insulting at one time that a woman could actually sleep with his
shaft buried in her, he merely thought it amusing now. He himself had found release, but he was
still semi-hard and at an angle where he could stay sheathed in heaven if he
didn’t want to move. He never wanted
to. How could he ever have wasted his
time with Narcissa? Hermione was, truly, all he had ever wanted – he just
hadn’t known it. Lucius thought back to
when he had first met her at Flourish and Blott’s…how she had scowled at him
when he had taunted her concerning her Muggle parents! The thought made him laugh. Yes, she had stood up to him, not afraid in
the slightest when she had only been – what was it, thirteen? He knew she had been older than the other
first years when starting school. But
she had been in her second year when she first focused that glare upon
him. “Fear of a name only increases fear
of the thing itself,” he had been informed by his future wife. He kissed her lips gently and she stirred,
smiling, as he laced his fingers through hers and closed his eyes to sleep.
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The new school year started, with a new DADA teacher who was
unsure at first whether or not to be as awful as usual. In the end, Hermione advised him to just deal
with them normally. It had only been a
year since he had taught at Hogwarts, so there were only the first and second
years that needed to be cowed; the rest of the students remembered him vividly. He had snorted at his spouse and thanked her
sarcastically, which only made her smile.
Hermione was noticeably pregnant by now and he and Lucius had been very
careful with her – they had been surprised when she had taken them to a Muggle
doctor, and gotten a sonogram – Severus had heard of it, but had never actually
witnessed one; Lucius was wide-eyed and silent throughout the visit, during
which they learned that they would be having a baby girl. They had all been so pleased by the news as
well as the sight of actually seeing their child that Hermione forgot all about
her displeasure at the nurses ogling her husbands.
Hermione had resumed her job at the Ministry, Flooing to and
from work under the watchful grey eyes of Lucius, who was only a few levels
from her on Level 5 while she worked on Level 3. Severus had insisted that Lucius actually let
her work and not Apparate her away for any, as he put it, “Afternoon
Carnality.” The blonde had blinked at
him, and then guffawed at his choice of words – he had been about to hex his
co-husband when Hermione had fortuitously interrupted and spared Lucius some
painful boils in a tender place. Their
wife always seemed to know just when a fight was about to break out and stopped
it before hexes started flying…they couldn’t understand just how she always
knew what they were up to. “She’s
cramping our style,” Lucius complained one evening when Hermione had gone to
visit Lavender Weasley. “How does she
always know?” They put their heads together to no avail.
“We can just ask her when she comes back from the
Burrow….wait a minute…the Burrow. That clock.” Severus pushed out of the cushioned chair and
drew his wand – an incantation later, and a plaque came zooming into his
hand. “Yes – I thought so, look!” He pointed to Hermione’s picture, which
showed her eating a very strange looking sandwich.
Lucius popped over his shoulder to have a look. “Ugh! Is that…a gherkin and strawberry jam
sandwich?” The caption underneath their wife’s blissfully chewing face read,
“Eating for two.” A glance at theirs
showed them turned towards Hermione’s picture and looking disgusted.
“Yes, it is. But
that’s not nearly as bad as the ice cream mixed with raw eggs I caught her with
last week. I thought it was a big joke,
pregnant women craving all these strange things…although I did see that Winky
always eats the leftovers. Oh, look,
she’s coming home.” Hermione’s picture
was surrounded by green flames, and they heard her pop into the next room’s
grate. Severus jabbed his wand at his
picture hurriedly, then tapped Lucius’ before swishing it back to where it had
been unearthed. “Did you have a good
time?” He asked solicitously when
Hermione came into the room looking as green as Floo flames.
“Eeeuuurgh – don’t talk to me, I’m going to throw up,” she
moaned, dashing to the nearest lavatory.
Lucius smirked. “She
should stick to normal food, then…what did you do to our pictures?” he
whispered.
“Altered them a bit is all – now if we’re doing something
she doesn’t want us to be doing, it will show that we’re doing the exact
opposite.” Severus blinked. “Oh – I hope it doesn’t show us holding hands
or anything when we’re really having a duel….”
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The months passed, and Hermione was huge with their child,
which they decided to name Tamara.
Severus had duplicated the plaque so that he and Lucius could keep an
eye on their wife, and set his on his desk in Hogwarts – Hermione had
discovered the alterations he had made to it when, during a particularly loud
argument with Lucius, it showed them singing show tunes together…she had made
him turn it back at wandpoint. Often his
gaze would stray over during classes to see Lucius looking frustrated with his
co-workers at the Ministry and Hermione rubbing her back whilst yelling at
Harry or Ron. Albus was quietly amused
at the nervous father-to-be, though careful not to display this overtly –
Severus was on edge enough to hex anything or anybody making him angry…all the
students stepped lightly around their DADA professor and jumped at the
slightest movement.
It was during class with the seventh years after he had been
forced to watch a boggart take on his countenance time and time again that he
glanced irritably over to the plaque to see Hermione’s face contort with pain
and clutch her stomach. He heaved out of
his seat, effectively startling the entire class as well as Boggart-Snape, who
was currently wearing a tutu and pink faery wings. His double put his hands on his hips petulantly
and was clearly thinking about reforming into Snape’s personal boggart, but
Severus whipped his wand out and pointed it at the creature. “Don’t even think about it,” he snarled. “Weasley, take over the class.” Pointing to a surprised looking Ginny, he
motioned sharply towards his desk and swept out. There was only a few minutes left after all,
and she was Hermione’s friend…he was confident that she wouldn’t let the other
degenerates run wild. Behind him, his
class was silently looking after them and he didn’t see Ginny walking to his
desk to peer at the small plaque.
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Several hours later, Hermione finally gave birth to Tamara
Llyn Granger, not using a pain-blocking spell until at the very end. Lucius and Severus had been slapped, called
unflattering names, and blamed for every second of their wife’s labor
pains. This caused much amusement among
the staff at St. Mungo’s…when they were anywhere other than around the two Death
Eaters who looked as if they were at their wit’s end. Both men were rubbing their sore scalps
(Hermione had a fistful of their hair in each hand) as the Mediwitch lifted
their squalling child into the light.
Hermione dashed the tears from her eyes and reached for her little
girl. ‘Oh, she’s…she’s…”
“…hideous,” Severus muttered to Lucius, who elbowed him in
the ribs and tried not to snigger. Two
sets of eyes narrowed as their screeching offspring was cleaned by a flick of
the Mediwitch’s wand. Red hair?
And….green eyes? “Lucius…look at her,”
he hissed.
The blonde wizard was looking, and not able to believe his
eyes. “She looks like…like….”
“Potter. And
Weasley. Good God, I’ll kill them!” Then they had a daughter to admire, and they
dutifully examined her, while kissing their wife. Hermione was a bit puzzled
about their standoffishness, but obviously put it down to nerves and settled
down to sleep with Tamara in her arms.
Severus told her that they would be back in an hour; he had left the
fire on underneath a cauldron and needed to take care of it before the entire
castle exploded. After waiting for her
to fall asleep, they stormed out of St. Mungo’s on a Search-and-Destroy mission
to the Ministry of Magic, level 2.
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Harry and Ron were in Auror Headquarters just removing their
cloaks and discussing Hermione’s abrupt departure the previous day. “So, I guess she had the baby, then?” Ron
asked, picking up a folder and peering inside it. “Ah, Mad-Eye’s fobbed off his work on us
again…some kind of complaint about the Dark Mark over a few houses last
year. Why’d they wait ‘til now to
complain?”
Harry looked over, laughing.
“I think that was when Snape and Malfoy-ack!” he was hit by a hex and
crashed to the floor, his arms and legs locked to his sides. A yelp told him that Ron had been struck as
well, and their attackers stepped out from around the corner. Harry had the dubious pleasure of looking up
into the furious face of his former Potions professor, while Lucius stood over
Ron.
“How much did you pay her? How did you find out?” Severus
snarled.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, you greasy nutter!
Let me up!” Harry yelled. In the other
cubicle, he heard the sound of Lucius kicking Ron in the side.
“She has your hair,
you little shit!”
Severus’ head cleared of its rage as an idea came to
him. Potter had always been a horrid
Occlumens…he could just find out without too much trouble. “Legilimens!” he cried, pointing his wand
at the younger man’s face. He sifted
through memories, and found that the only time the scar-headed git had been
around his wife had been at work. Harry
Potter hadn’t touched Hermione at all….but why was Tamara’s hair and eyes…? He
stepped over and performed Legilimency upon Ron as well, ending with the same
result. “It wasn’t them,” he informed
Lucius, a bit disappointed that they couldn’t torture the two friends.
“WHAT are you TALKING about?!?!?!?” Ron yelled, wincing from
another kick.
“Can’t I just do something to them anyway?” Lucius
pleaded. “It would make me feel
better.” In the end, they levitated the
Disillusioned pair up on top of the Ministry building – if a locator spell were
activated, then their fellow Aurors would be able to find them. But only until then. They’d have to say
suspended fifty feet above the ground, kicking and screaming – in a
particularly pleasing turn of events, the Death Eaters found that both boys
were afraid of heights as long as they weren’t on broomsticks.
They searched for Irina Marhold and found her having lunch
in the atrium. She was startled when
they demanded an explanation, but laughed at their concern. “The spell just took traits from each of you
and blended them. Surely you’ve heard of
recessive traits before….that’s all it was.
Your wife wasn’t impregnated by anyone else save yourselves – and you’ve
probably got to get back to St. Mungo’s before she finds out you thought she
cheated on you!” She shook her head in
comic dismay as the two wizards exchanged wide-eyed looks and took off to the
Floo grates.
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“She really is beautiful…now that she’s truly ours,” Lucius
murmured, cradling his new daughter lovingly.
Green eyes stared up into grey, and the tiny Tamara cooed up at her
father.
“Let me hold her,” Severus said impatiently. “You’ve already got one, and this is my
first.” Tamara gurgled and snuggled up
against him, her tiny mouth stretching in a yawn. “I hope she grows out of it.”
Hermione laughed at him.
“I promise, she’ll ‘grow out of it,’ Sev. In no time at all, you can begin to teach her
hexes and potion making,” she teased.
The new family gathered together to admire their small daughter and plan
for her future, as well as begin to wager on her House placement.
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TBC…..
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