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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: Because many of you have expressed opinions in the past, and in the spirit of democracy (which just works so well, doesn’t it? ;)), I thought I might give you a chance to decide which POV the next chapter should take. More details at the end! DSx
OO – ‘If he casts an unnociteable Histomaleus on her, he can just act like he's never had sex with her before.’ – such a good idea except that the enchantment detects foreign spell casting (of course!) – she would have to do it herself (who made this thing so fucking complicated anyway?). ‘I hope she lubed herself up real good when she was "stretching" before the meet.’ – LOL. I also hope she managed to avoid Squatter’s Twat in the process. ‘A little bit hilarious, a little bit sexy, a little bit girl talk.’ – just what we all need ;)
I’m loving it – ‘so I think a leave of abscence from work is completely justified at this point’ – Hahah, so do I, will you write my absence letter? :)
Discord_the_lunatic – ‘"Business is about to pick up!" - *snort* - he always had such a way with words, didn’t he? :)
Ali – ‘I can't keep up with you review wise but I have kept up reading’ – good, that’s the main thing. I hope your Hogmanay do went well BTW. ‘Too much excitement for this lass to take but I'll do my best’ – you are always so willing to make these sacrifices – too brave! ‘Going to Coniston tomorrow in the Lake District to check on my boat and caravan’ – enjoy your time away. It sounds completely idyllic (except for the frost of course). x
OneCelestialBeing – Thank you so much. It was such a thrill to hear from you <3
Faerieduster – ‘FML so good!!’ – love that! Next chapter hot off the press!

Chapter 22 – Ordering About

“Let’s get on with it then.” Lucius looked disdainfully at Severus. “And if my Lord agrees, I would further request permission to oversee the fulfilment in private.”
Loud muttering erupted from around the table.
“That’s not what I came here for,” Bellatrix squawked.
Voldemort’s gaze rested upon the blond wizard until the hubbub had died down. “This is most unusual, Lucius. For what reason?”
“As you indicated earlier. This is . . . personal.”
After another protracted pause, Voldemort gave a small nod.
“The rest of you will have an opportunity to meet with our guest on your own terms. I will also take this opportunity to make it clear that any future attempts to meet the enchantment requirements en masse will be dealt with . . . severely.”
There was an uncomfortable silence.
“We will wait on your judgement, Lucius.” Voldemort flicked his pale hand to indicate that they were dismissed.
Lucius grabbed Hermione by the upper arm but before he could move, Bellatrix stepped in front of him.
“Let me lick her,” she growled, ravenous black eyes falling to Hermione’s crotch.
“No, Bella.” Lucius made to step around her. “You can have her later.”
Bellatrix curled her black fingernails into the lapel of his jacket. “But I want her clean . . . not after all you filthy bastards have been in there.”
“It hasn’t stopped you before,” Lucius ground out. “Now get out of my way.”
Bellatrix hissed at him before flouncing off.
Tightening his grip, he pulled Hermione toward one of three doors off the main room. “Bring Snape.” He nodded to a werewolf who was standing at the main exit.
Hermione allowed herself to be pushed into a smaller room which was lit by several magical torches in sconces against the walls. A large four-poster bed was set in the middle and there was a table with two chairs near the fireplace.
“Get undressed,” he threw over his shoulder at Severus before leading Hermione over to one of the chairs at the table.
Sitting down abruptly, he pulled her onto his lap.
“Now, let’s see what we have here,” he muttered, sliding her hips so far forward that she was sitting on top of his crotch and he could prop his boot on his knee behind her backside. She felt like she was a book that he was about to read.
Instead, he placed one hand on either side of her abdomen, thumbs resting against the underside of her ribcage. Gradually, he dragged both palms upwards, inhaling and exhaling slowly beneath her as he did. His thumbs slipped under the front of her strapless bra and he proceeded to rub both slowly back and forth against the underside of her breasts, watching intently.
“I don’t know how they convinced you to whore yourself out to protect Snape.” He spoke quietly as he slid his fingers around to her back and flipped the clasp undone. “But I consider him to be a very . . . fortunate . . . man.” With the final word, he allowed her bra to drop.
He ran what appeared to be a practised eye over her breasts before returning his hands to her front, dabbing the tip of one thumb against her nipple. She gasped as it puckered.
His silver eyes flashed, his tongue darting out to moisten his lips.
“So responsive,” he breathed before dipping his nose to her chest, inhaling deeply.
“I’ve been carrying your scent with me,” he muttered, his breath tickling her skin. “I’ve tortured myself with it, wondering when I’d get a chance to finally meet the owner. To taste her.”
His tongue flickered out and Hermione felt a moist trail curling around the soft edge of her cleavage.
“After this. After you’ve sampled us both. I would encourage you to reconsider whom you wish to service. Because I can give you so . . . much . . . more. No one else need know. This would be our . . . little—”
“I believe it’s my turn first.” Severus hooked an arm around Hermione’s waist and swiftly lifted her, turning and carrying her to the bed before tossing her onto it.
“You fucking cunt!” Lucius leapt up and stormed over to them. “You’re in no position to dictate what happens here! There’s a good chance you’ll be dead before the evening is out!”
Severus turned to face him. Although completely naked, he still cut a formidable figure.
“And how long will you survive after that? Or your son for that matter?”
Lucius’ eyes bulged as he lifted a shaking finger. “Don’t you dare speak to me about Draco. You were supposed to fucking protect him. But you defended her, a Mudblood, instead. You broke the unbreakable vow.”
“Clearly I didn’t, because I’m still alive.” Severus crossed his arms. “I did what was best for him. You can thank the Dark Lord for everything else.”
Meanwhile Hermione had crawled under the covers.
“And it’s that fucking arrogance that will see you dead,” Malfoy growled.
Severus snorted disparagingly. “Lucius Malfoy lecturing on arrogance, what next?”
“What next? After you die—we take . . . her . . . apart.” He glared at Hermione who had shuffled up to the far end of the bed. “On top of the covers—now!” he ordered.
Then he leaned in close to Severus. “Fuck her,” he spat, before spinning around and returning to sit petulantly in the chair.
Severus turned to see Hermione crawling naked into the middle of the bed. He was so furious with her that his teeth were aching from the strain. But the fact that she was there—that she’d put herself in harm’s way in another show of reckless courage, made his heart ache—throbbing like a physical wound. She might have done it for the Order. And she had no doubt done it for Potter. But he couldn’t shake the feeling that she’d also done it for him. And the guilt was horrendous—especially considering there was virtually no chance of them escaping unscathed, let alone with their lives.
“Do her from behind. No talking. No Legilimency,” Lucius snapped from across the room.
How did she manage to look hopeful? When he approached, her brown eyes slid over to Lucius who was angrily rubbing at his lapel, before returning to gaze at him, offering him a tiny smile.
Didn’t she know what these people were capable of? He wanted to shout at her, shake her. But at the same time he wanted to hide her—gather her in his arms and run. Away. Anywhere.
Instead he simply indicated for her to get onto all fours—and she complied. It opened a new wound. She was one of the least compliant people he’d ever met and here she was, doing it all, doing everything that was asked. He knew how difficult it must be for her. And the emotion that welled in him was one he hadn’t felt in a very long time. He barely recognised it. And it was utterly useless. But as he rested a hand gently on her back, sliding it across her soft, warm skin again, he felt the tears gather in his eyes.
“Get on with it!” Lucius stood up.
Quickly, Severus blinked the mist away—and with it the complexity of what he felt for her. He took in her patient stillness. Her brave waiting. There was nothing else for it—they simply had to do it. Climbing onto the bed behind her, he slid his hands forward and skimmed down her sides until the familiar weight of her breasts settled in his palms. It was just like the first time. Except that now he knew her inside out—literally. And so he started on her nipples—it was easy and fluid and she was soon sighing despite the abominable circumstances.
And even the intense scrutiny from Lucius’ stealthy advance wasn’t sufficient to stop him from responding—he was hard within only a few short moments. She'd been able to do that to him effortlessly from the start, in fact even when others couldn’t.
He didn't wish to dwell upon it, his hyper-sensitivity to her, as it was more important at this point to focus on how they were going to extract themselves from Lucius’ company, and from this entire sordid establishment. There were plenty of wandless combat spells that he could call upon, of course, but Malfoy had a wand. And then there was the horde of Death Eaters beyond the door, including Voldemort himself. He couldn't achieve any decent level of invisibility without a potion. And he was unable to cast Histomalleus on her because the enchantment would detect that it had come from a foreign source. If it came from anywhere, it needed to come from her. The Death Eaters clearly had a stash of Polyjuice potions but he had no idea where they were kept and it would be quite obvious if she took one.
His heart sank further. Unfortunately it seemed that their fate was sealed—when he ejaculated, they would both be subject to the enchantment's punishment. It had knocked him flat earlier and so the effects upon her were going to be severe. After that, somehow, the Death Eaters planned to force them do it again under Polyjuice to disprove the presence of a contraceptive and, therefore, demonstrate that he was a liar.
Of course he was a liar. He'd been deceiving for so long, he'd stopped questioning it. But there was one deception that had been eating away at him. He had no solution for it. And perhaps he wouldn't need one. Perhaps in a matter of minutes it would all be over anyway.
Despite the heaviness, he felt himself stir further as he slid one finger inside her. She was more than prepared—in spite of it all, she was ready for him. In fact, somehow, throughout this entire ordeal, they had always managed to be physically compatible. But from their more recent encounters, it seemed that they were also coming to an emotional understanding . . . when it was, unfortunately, too late.
Guiding his head to her entrance, he placed a hand on her shoulder to brace himself and then gradually pushed his way inside. She slid her legs a little further apart to accommodate him. Shaking his head, he tried to clear the melancholia that was clouding his thoughts. It was as though he was already shutting down, giving up. The problem that faced them just seemed so monumental.
He was still injured, his knee was screaming. And he had lain in the hospital wing for almost a week accepting this—preparing for his fate. The inertia from that acquiescence seemed to drag on him. If he could only spare her—cause a distraction so that she could escape.
As he thrust into her, he watched the muscles of her back working, flexing in delicate waves under her skin. She was so utterly exquisite, he just wanted to rub his hands all over her but he couldn't. Malfoy was watching them like some malevolent albino hawk.
He could feel her sheath squeezing him, encouraging him with similar rhythmic undulations. She was trying to help. But it was only bringing them closer to the end. He desperately wished that there didn’t need to be an end, but he couldn't very well fuck her forever—even if it seemed in that moment like the most blissful existence he could possibly imagine.
As he felt himself slipping away, preparing to submit to the pain that was awaiting them, he noticed that she brought her hand up between her legs and appeared to be rubbing her clitoris.
"What's this?" Malfoy sauntered closer, a smirk on his lips. "Little Minx trying to get herself off too is she? Is that the compliance potion or is she just a horny little slut?"
"Perhaps she just appreciates a big dick," Severus drawled, pumping harder.
Malfoy's eyes flickered down before he gave a snort of disgust and turned away.
She continued to rub herself and Severus honestly didn't know why. Was it the last time she thought she'd get the chance? It was pretty ambitious under the circumstances.
But then he noticed something—those lovely round cheeks that he’d admired from the very beginning suddenly started to look even lovelier and rounder than usual. They appeared to be swelling—inflating as he watched like two peach-coloured balloons. Then he understood. It was the Histomalleus, cast wandlessly. Fuck, she was brilliant! And she’d done it right where he would see it—to ensure that he knew.
Then he just went for it.
Grasping her voluptuous globes in both hands, he slammed into her and she moaned in ecstasy. Lucius snarled irritably, clearly unhappy to see them enjoying themselves.
Curling his fingers into her supple flesh, he plunged in repeatedly, and her fingers were definitely now massaging her clitoris. He could tell by her gasps that she was close. And when she cried out and began convulsing, he came with her, surging euphorically into her channel in an orgasmic celebration, a collaboration that was literally life-saving—that made him feel closer to her than he’d been to anyone in his life.
He desperately wanted to roll her over and kiss her but instead he pulled out, come still dripping from his cock, and sneered at Lucius.
"As I told you, I've never done her before. But after that, I’m quite confident I’ll be looking to go again.”
Lucius seethed.
Hiding a grimace as his knee buckled, Severus stood up. “Now I'll take her back to Hogwarts before she's missed.”
"No you fucking won't."
Grasping Hermione by the wrist, Lucius dragged her off the bed and over to the door, flinging it open with a bang. Silence rapidly descended upon the room as everyone swivelled to look at them. Hermione desperately wanted to cover her nakedness but fortunately had enough presence of mind to stop herself.
“My Lord.” Malfoy’s face flamed with a mixture of fury and embarrassment. “It appears that these two have somehow managed to fool the enchantment.”
“Fool . . . the . . . enchantment?” Voldemort’s voice crackled with displeasure. “Is this the enchantment that you assured me could not be deceived?”
“Yes . . . uh . . . No . . . Rather . . . there is no other way to explain the outcome.”
“Unless . . . Severus was, in fact, telling the truth?”
“He’s a liar!” Malfoy shouted.
Hermione heard the silence withdraw into itself. Breaths were being held.
“Be that as it may.” Voldemort continued. “He has passed your test. You are to let him go.”
Malfoy glared. “And what about the girl?” He tightened his iron grip.
“Do with her as you wish.”
Severus strode from the room in a whirlwind of unfurling robes. He’d dressed and was clearly ready to leave.
“My Lord, she is expected back at the castle. If her absence is traced back to me, I am unlikely to be trusted to engage with Potter’s associates in the future—those with intimate knowledge of his whereabouts and intentions. It will diminish the quality of the information that I can provide to you.”
Voldemort’s nostril slits flared. “The level of desperation in your voice concerns me, Severus,” he hissed. “You must demonstrate your dedication to the cause by allowing the others to use her as required.”
“She is my student. I have a perceived duty of care.”
“And in your ‘perceived’ duty of care, you can create the ‘perception’ of caring. Your superior knowledge of the human psyche, as you went to great pains to demonstrate to me earlier, should ensure that you present a flawlessly convincing front in that regard.”
Severus looked at Hermione. The words were on his lips. Words to send the whole fucking lot of them to hell. But they, themselves, would also be destroyed. Neither would survive it.
Then he saw that look in her eye. And he uncurled his fingers. Either she was about to be incredibly courageous. Or she had a plan. He suspected, knowing her, that it was both.

A/N: Okay, so the next chapter can either be a fly on the wall chapter with Hermione and Lucius. Or it can be from Sev’s POV outside, witnessing the aftermath. I’ll go with the majority (across three sites). Pleased don’t be annoyed if it wasn’t your preference. Thanks for playing, DSxx
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