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Doing it for the Order Complete	By : Desert_Sea Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 72673 -:- Recommendations : 6 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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A/N: Happy New Year to you all. You may have noticed a bit of an increase in pace before I have to return to work. Please don’t be disappointed if things slow down a little after this. I’m very grateful for your continued support and wonderfully helpful comments and reviews. DSx
Thanks to Tamarama for the chapter title.
IrishChic20 – I so loved your review - some excellent practical advice for these two. It’s rare that people don’t recommend more magic. Kudos for the impressive explosives knowledge too. And ‘Baldyfart’ is genius ;)
OO – ‘It reeks of mackerel in here’ – bahahaha. ‘just RSVPed to a rape party’ – haven’t we all accidentally done that at some time or other? ‘Oh, he's going to react to that wonderfully.’ – I’m sure he’ll simply laugh it off ;). ‘This is gonna be bad.’ – Mmm, it just might be. ‘Or is this story going to be the wet fish slap to end all wet fish slaps? I know you have that in you’ – I really appreciate your confidence in me. I’ll keep the fish slappin’ comin’. x
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Chapter 21 – Judge’s Order

How should she behave? Mature? Immature? Slightly vague? Enigmatic? Like a witch? A Muggle? A ditzy bimbo?
She actually had no bloody idea how she would behave under a compliance potion. Whenever she imagined herself pretending, what she mostly envisaged were disingenuous facial expressions and sarcastic quips. Keeping her mouth shut would obviously be a priority. Unless, of course, she was forced to open it to . . . and that’s where she stopped thinking. It was too difficult. And so she didn’t go there.
The other problem was her attire. She imagined that she would have taken the compliance potion first, and then been encouraged to dress for the evening. Which meant that her clothing choice would effectively be guided by a certain wizard—good but pretending to be an evil—trying to make her fuckable for a bunch of desperate Death Eaters—and who only ever wore black himself. That sounded suitably impossible to achieve.
She really needed some advice—girl advice. Ginny was the person she most often turned to if she had a general conundrum—the red-head was very switched on for a fifteen year old, much moreso than her brother. But this was totally different. She needed someone older—someone with more . . . experience.
“Vati?”
Hermione sat on the end of Parvati’s bed where she was lying reading a book.
“Mmm?”
“I need your help?”
Immediately Parvati sat up, flinging her book to the floor. “I knew there was something wrong.”
Hermione shook her head. “No, it’s . . . it’s nothing like . . . well, it’s a bit like . . . I need to look hot.”
Parvati’s mouth hovered open as though unsure of how to respond. “You’re not hot enough?”
“I need to be . . . fuckable.”
“Again . . . I don’t see the problem.”
“I’m going out tonight . . . I want to . . .”
“Pick up?”
Hermione nodded reluctantly.
Parvati raised a dubious eyebrow. “Who are you trying to attract? Guys or girls?”
“Would I wear something different?”
“Yes.” Parvati blinked as though not quite believing she’d actually had to ask.
It was a good question. How many female Death Eaters were there? And how were they affected by the decree? Was she going to have to deal with them too?
“Guys . . . mainly. . . I think.”
The dark-haired girl narrowed her eyes. “Do you actually know who you’re trying to attract?”
Hermione nodded non-committally.
Parvati was clearly unconvinced but she continued.
“Older or younger?”
“Um . . . both.”
“Muggles or Wizards?”
“Wizards.”
“Good or evil.”
“Um . . . sort of . . . on the baddish . . . side.”
“Why are you trying to—”
“Please don’t ask me any more about them,” Hermione interjected.
Parvati huffed before rolling off the bed. “Stand up.”
Hermione stood. Parvati appraised her. “You’re about my size. Bigger boobs—that shouldn’t be a problem.”
Opening her cupboard, she took out a black dress. “Do you have black heels?”
“Yes.”
“Put this on and show me.”
Hermione took the dress to her side of the room and quickly changed. When she returned, Parvati raised an appreciative eyebrow.
“What do you think?” Hermione looked down at the sheer, clingy material.
“Well, I’d fuck you.”
Hermione smirked. “I’m serious.”
Parvati turned away but Hermione caught her quiet murmur, “So am I.”
Swinging back around quickly, the dark-haired girl raised her hands “Are we done here?”
“Um . . .” Hermione chewed her bottom lip.
Sighing, Parvati dropped her hands to her hips. “Out with it. What else?”
“I need something to . . . loosen . . . me up.”
“Which part?”
“My . . . head.”
“Lavatory keeps her whisky in her runes bag.”
Hermione nodded. “Thanks . . . that’ll be . . . good.”
She continued to look awkwardly at the other girl before continuing. “And something . . . to loosen my . . .”
Parvati tilted her head quizzically before giving a small smile. “Are you asking if I have a dildo?”
Hermione’s gaze dropped to the ground as her cheeks started to burn. “I understand that it’s really not something that should be shared. But . . . I just thought . . .”
Shaking her head, Parvati crouched beside her bed and opened the bottom drawer of her bedside cabinet. Taking out a bag, she threw it to Hermione. “It’s clean.”
Hermione released a shaky breath. “I . . . I really appreciate it . . .”
Parvati stood. “It’s not a problem—really. I just hope that whatever you’re doing is worth it.”
Hermione felt her throat tighten as she approached the dark-haired girl. “I really hope so too. Thanks Vati.”
Wrapping her arms around her, she placed a kiss on her cheek. Suddenly, Parvati’s hands were on either side of her face, gently holding her in place as she turned her head, her lips finding Hermione’s. She held her for a moment before releasing her.
“You’re welcome,” she murmured, raking her eyes down Hermione’s body as she stepped back to retrieve her book.
Hermione drew a steadying breath. She really needed some fucking whisky.
***
She didn’t drink much—not as much as she wanted to. She was well aware that she was going to need her wits about her if she was going to make it through the evening. And if she was going to be of any help to Severus.
Heels scraping against the uneven flags of a narrow alleyway, she lifted her hood to assess her bearings. According to the directions she’d received, the entrance to the club should be somewhere nearby. Then she saw it, up ahead, a flickering yellow lamp above a nondescript iron door.
As she watched, two figures approached the entrance from a side alley. One of them traced their hand in a winding pattern over the door before it was opened and they disappeared inside.
Another figure appeared in front of her—tall, rigid, but with an obvious limp. She caught a glimpse of his face as he approached the yellow light. Severus? Quickening her steps, she moved up behind him before capturing his arm. Despite the fact that he was obviously still unwell, his reflexes were like lightning. Grasping her wrist, he twisted her around and yanked her hood back.
The look of naked horror that captured his features made her instantly recoil.
“What—!”
“Ah, Severus, I see you’ve brought the guest of honour.” Lucius Malfoy’s striking silver and black form appeared in the doorway. “Miss Granger.” He inclined his head.
“Mr Malfoy.” Hermione nodded up at him.
“I wouldn’t have expected our guest to still require such . . . firm handling.” He glared at Severus before looking pointedly at where Hermione’s arm was still clamped tightly in his fist.
Realising that the dark wizard was in no state to respond, Hermione gave a rueful smile. “Silly me. I’m not used to these shoes. Professor Snape thankfully caught me before I fell.” She slipped her wrist out of his grasp.
Malfoy straightened. “Indeed . . . always the gentleman,” he sneered.
Venturing a glance at Severus’ ashen face, Hermione wondered again if she should have attempted to warn him. No—she was correct not to. It was abundantly clear from his response now that he would have prevented her from attending. He might have accepted this as his own fate, but he would not have accepted it as hers.
“Let’s not linger.” Malfoy extended his hand to her. “There are many here who are desperate to make your acquaintance.”
Hermione’s hair prickled as she touched him, her skin crawling with revulsion, but she’d decided that her best approach was to question nothing—she would comply . . . as difficult as it was, she would comply.
Just inside the door was an antechamber in which two muscular werewolves stood with their arms folded.
“Search these two,” Malfoy ordered. “Remove all items, including wands.”
With a toothy leer, one of the werewolves approached Hermione, roughly pulling off her hooded cloak before running his paws over every inch of her, taking her bag and wand in the process. Severus’ wand was similarly confiscated. Hermione doubted very much that any of the others would have had to surrender theirs; the odds were continuing to pile against them.
“Do follow me.” Malfoy gave a mock-courteous bow before leading them to a closed door.
Hermione used the opportunity to brush her fingers against Severus’. She wanted him to know that she was with him. His black eyes met hers and the anguish in them made her wonder if perhaps this really was beyond her—beyond even the two of them.
Lucius turned the handle and pushed the door open to reveal a large room with a long table in the centre. Seated at the table were a number of wizards and witches, some of whom were familiar to Hermione but many of whom weren’t. The entire congregation turned to look as they entered.
At the far end sat the Dark Lord himself, pale and ghostly but unfortunately very real. His claw-like hand sat firmly on the shoulder of a figure to his right, a similarly-pale Draco Malfoy, deep bruising still evident around his eyes.
“Lucius. Perhaps you would like to introduce our guest,” Voldemort rasped.
“Indeed, my Lord, this is the delightful Hermione Granger, chaperoned very capably by the equally charming, Severus Snape.”
The sneers and lascivious grins on the faces before her made Hermione’s insides squirm.
“Has her compliance been assured?” The nostril slits on Voldemort’s face flared and contracted as he spoke.
“I believe so.”
“It would be prudent to . . . check.”
Malfoy inclined his head.
“Miss Granger, you will remove your dress—now.”
Without hesitation, Hermione slipped the straps off her shoulders, allowing the entire garment to slither to the ground.
As she stood in her underwear, trying to hold off the tremors that desperately wanted to take hold, she caught sight of Severus’ hands closing into fists.
Voldemort’s cracked lips parted into a trollish grin.
“Are we to understand that she is, in fact, the named member whom you believe to be responsible for undermining the decree?” Voldemort wheezed.
“Yes, my Lord. I am confident that she has been used to service the enchantment on multiple occasions.”
“And yet Severus denies such a thing?”
“Of course.” Malfoy looked hatefully at Snape who continued to seethe in silence.
“Whilst the alleged misdemeanour relates to the decree as it stands, I have accepted the personal nature of this accusation, Lucius.” Voldemort’s hand tightened on Draco’s shoulder. “And will, therefore, allow you to submit the evidence as you see fit.”
“Thank you, my Lord.”
The blond wizard stepped up to Hermione and reached inside his jacket. With a flourish, he pulled out a handful of pink material. It seemed somehow . . . familiar. Lifting the object to his nose, Malfoy inhaled deeply, his eyelids shuttering as he focused upon the scent.
“Open your legs,” he commanded.
Hermione’s heart accelerated. What was he going to do?
Whatever it was, it was likely to pale in comparison to what she was in for. She thought back to Severus thumping her head against the desk as he fucked her in the dark. She’d had to let go and submit to him. At that time it was for release—in order to relinquish control. This time she needed to do it for survival.
Lifting one heeled foot, she moved it apart from the other, placing it firmly on the ground in a bold show of acquiescence that she didn’t feel. Locking his striking silver eyes upon hers, Malfoy reached forward, slipping his fingers down the front of her knickers. When she felt him dipping between her folds, her legs started to melt, verging on collapse. She steeled herself. She mustn’t lose sight of her purpose. She was determined to leave this forsaken place with him—with Severus—if it was the last thing she did.
Malfoy slowly withdrew his fingers, trailing his thumb lightly up her abdomen before bringing his hand to his nose and inhaling again.
“I-dent-ical.” He drew out each syllable before tossing the fabric onto the table. One of the nearby wizards snatched it up and brought it to his face.
“I retrieved them from Snape’s chambers. They’re hers. I believe he was also fortunate enough to take her virginity.”
Voldemort’s gaze settled upon Draco. “And is this . . . typical behaviour? Would a degree of coercion be required?”
“She’s a frigid bitch.” Draco spat. “He’s clearly drugged her.”
Voldemort nodded. “Continue Lucius.”
“The ultimate proof will come from forcing them to fulfil the enchantment. The only way they can definitively demonstrate no prior engagement is if it is successfully fulfilled in the absence of any bodily manipulation via Polyjuice.”
“And if it is not successfully fulfilled?”
“It will demonstrate one of two circumstances. Either that there is a genuine deception. Or that a contraceptive is present. Forcing the exposure of a contraceptive will protect the remaining members who have been granted approval to fulfil their own enchantments this evening. Final verification of a contraceptive will require forcing a second round of fulfilment under a Muggle Polyjuice. Failure under this circumstance will indicate the presence of a contraceptive. Success under this circumstance will, again, demonstrate deception.”
Voldemort chuckled. “You have given this thorough consideration, Lucius. You are to be commended.”
Lucius gave a small bow. “I’m committed to ensuring a . . . just . . . outcome.”
Severus snorted loudly.
“Yesss . . . perhaps we should now hear from the wizard in question.” Voldemort finally removed his hand from Draco’s shoulder and clasped both together on the table before him. “Severus, what have you to say on the matter?”
“This is nothing more than an attempt to divert attention from the deception that has been occurring within these very walls on a weekly basis.” Severus’ deep voice rang out, causing the smirks and sneers to rapidly drop from the faces of those present.
Voldemort raised his chin. “Explain.”
“The practice of using a single Muggle to fulfil multiple enchantments and systematically undermining the decree has been orchestrated routinely by none other than Lucius Malfoy. Perhaps his motivations for this ‘Wizard hunt’ should have received greater scrutiny prior to this evening?”
“Are you questioning the wisdom of my methods, Severusss?”
“Not at all, my Lord.” Severus’ expression remained inscrutable. “I am merely suggesting that the tenacity with which one pursues an allegation against another may, in fact, indicate a motivation to protect one’s own interests.”
“Thank you for your valuable insight into the psychology of motivation. However, perhaps you’ve forgotten that I’m not one of your studentsss.” Voldemort hissed. “You may impress them sufficiently to expect an uncommon degree of commitment.” His slitted, red eyes slid to Hermione who continued to stand stolidly despite the chill of the room. “I would, however, prefer to rely upon evidence to inform my judgements.”
“If it pleases you, my Lord.” Malfoy’s oily voice broke in. “In the event that a deception is discovered, I request permission to deal with it . . . in the most appropriate manner.”
“No.” Voldemort’s response was abrupt. “If there is a deception, I will administer the punishment . . . for both of them.”
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