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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: Sincere thanks to all of you who took the time to place your votes (over 100 in only a day - so well done). It was so much fun to receive them and the variety of considered explanations for choices. So without further ado, the winner of the vote was *drumroll* - ‘Fly on the wall with Lucius and Hermione.’ I can’t say I was completely surprised knowing what a smutty lot you are. However, for those who voted Sev’s POV - that is also included throughout this chapter and for the one person who threw down the challenge of all three POVs - I have included a bit in there for you too. Those of you completely averse to being a fly on the wall, you may wish to skip to the end-ish bit. For the rest of you – you did ask for it ;) DSx
Kvarta – Congratulations on you for trying to kick a habit. I have so many I should kick. Let me know how you go with it. ‘if she is near me I'd probably slap her couple of times’ – LOL. You really are harsh with her. ‘I mean ok he CAN claim but that is more of a hearsay than valid reasoning.’ – this is true. Effectively this is Lucius’ vendetta against Severus and I suspect Voldy is just letting him run with it as he sees fit. ‘He touched something that most definitely isn't his’ – Yes! Possessive Snape returns! I just watched HBP before starting this story by the way (obviously where the inspiration came from). ‘What part of she came here to save him is so elusive to him?’ – totally, he’s missing the point a bit here. Happy Christmas to you. And ‘no’, do not send your muse to me. I’m having enough trouble with my own ;)
A, HG4Eva, Shorey, Anon, I’m loving it, TheBeeBeeGun – Thank you so much for your votes. I really appreciate you taking the time to submit them. :)
OO – ‘I forgot about the Histrorules’ – yes, why can’t you keep up with the many and convoluted historules that keep getting more complicated as the story progresses? ‘But when she first got under the covers, I thought she had somehow sneaked her wand in with her’ – hmmm, interesting . . . ‘"Hey, that's not Granger's ass. I should know--I've been staring at it for years." – bahahah! That would have been perfect. ‘Which is why I'd be no good in such a situation’ – you’d come up with something – feigning death? ;)
Fox – Naughty, naughty Fox, you must be punished (oh wait, you’d probably enjoy that) – look, you never need to explain yourself to me. I understand that RL always takes precedence. But it was lovely to hear from you again. And all those gorgeous reviews’ xxxx ‘perhaps, meet up more often??? Or am I just greedy...?’ – you were totally right to question it. More explanation in next chapters. ‘Lucius the Pussy Hound’ – hahah, and yes, he does become a bit of a problem ;) ‘she'd better go and kiss every square inch of his body’ – I think she heard you ;) ‘How many more naughty little (or big) ideas do you possess?’ – ooh, you know, a lot ;)
Ali –‘I am in a relaxed state and am full of zen’ – lucky you. I appreciate your fence sitting in such a state. ‘golden retriever puppy called Saffie and she is a brute’ – ‘golden retriever puppy’ and ‘brute’ do not belong in the same sentence! We used to have a golden retriever called Charlie – he was lovely. Enjoy your spa! X

Chapter 23 – Secret Orders

“Draco’s turn will follow,” Lucius informed the room, glaring at the others as though daring them to challenge him.
Hermione noticed that Draco didn’t look up, focusing instead upon the table before him.
Abruptly spinning her around by the wrist, Lucius pushed Hermione back into the bedroom before following her and slamming the door closed.
“Why don’t you come sit next to me, Sevvy?” Bellatrix wheedled, patting the empty seat beside her. “Tell me what a naughty boy you’ve been.”
“I’d rather stand,” Severus muttered, crossing his arms and doing his best not to focus on the door.
But he listened, straining to hear over the alcohol-fuelled conversations that had reignited around the room. If he heard her cry out—or anything untoward at all, he would be in there in a heartbeat, stuffing Lucius’ balls into his filthy, privileged mouth.
*
Hermione watched Lucius warily, things had certainly turned sour quickly when Severus had taken her from him. Clearly, he wasn’t at all used to being deprived of what he wanted.
“I suppose you think that was clever?” Lucius sneered, twisting the jewelled button open at his throat.
“I’m not sure I know what you mean,” Hermione replied innocently, standing her ground despite desperately wanting to retreat from his advances.
“You made me look a fool,” he spat.
You did that pretty well yourself.
“Sorry, I didn’t intend to.”
“Intend to?” He tilted his head, examining her closely. “Now exactly what was your intention in coming here?” he asked, continuing to flick open the buttons of his shirt.
“I was invited.”
“It was as simple as that, was it?” He shrugged off his jacket and sent it wandlessly to the chair across the room. “I believe that Draco invited you previously. Why didn’t you choose to attend on that occasion?”
“I wasn’t so . . . inclined.”
His icy gaze fixed upon her. “And suddenly you are? . . . How . . . lucky . . . for us.”
Reaching out, he grasped her by the throat, not enough to constrict it, but sufficient to make her heart leap up to her larynx. “I’m interested to see how deep this newfound compliance runs.”
She swallowed with difficulty.
Applying pressure, he forced her downward. She grasped his hand with both of hers, trying to steady herself against the blackness that had started to take hold. He kept pushing until she collapsed onto her knees, at which point he finally released her.
Gasping, she held her throat, glaring up at him. She didn’t care. Even a compliant person wouldn’t put up with that sort of shit.
Suddenly he smirked. “And there it is . . . the hint of fire. Perhaps we’re not as compliant as we pretend?”
Hermione stretched her neck to one side and then the other. “Is that how you treat all your guests?”
“Only the special . . . ones.” He continued to smirk down at her as he removed his shirt and tossed it aside, lean muscles rippling. Next he grasped the silver buckle of his belt, yanking it free before pulling the black leather strap out with a swift flourish.
“How about we put a little ice on that fire? . . . The bite of my buckle against the heat of that . . . pussy.” He flicked the leather between her legs, tapping her surprisingly accurately on the clitoris.
Fuck. This bastard was even more perverted than she’d imagined. She needed to do something quickly—otherwise there was no knowing what he would start.
Forcing the most seductive smile she could manage without vomiting, she raised a suggestive eyebrow. “Maybe . . . later . . . But first I’d like to . . .”
Shuffling forward on her knees, she reached up to the fly of his trousers. His grin broadened as she pulled the buttons apart and delved her hand inside to release his cock. It was semi-erect. This was the second penis she’d experienced close up. She didn’t like it nearly as much. Probably because of whom it was attached to.
“Clearly you like what you see.” He inclined his head proudly.
No, not really.
“Mmm.” She knew it sounded unconvincing so she gave an exaggerated nod which would only fool a total egomaniac.
He chuckled, grasping it by the base. “Indeed. It’s more than size that counts.”
Only a man with cock envy would say that.
She’d exhausted her supply of disingenuous superlatives about his dick and so decided to just get on with it.
But it was difficult. On so many levels. Notwithstanding the fact that he was an arrogant, perverted creep who was liable to do something awful when she was in such a vulnerable position, she also felt guilty. The two times she’d done it before were with the man waiting just outside the door. He had been so close to blowing up only minutes earlier. She’d seen it. And yet he’d held back, trusting her. And was this how she repaid his trust? Sucking Lucius Malfoy’s cock?
Of course it was purely a means of survival, but it didn’t stop the memories from creeping back. The last time had been with him, Severus, in front of the fire, and she’d done it to show her appreciation of him, to repay his consideration of her. It had represented a deeply emotional exchange. And yet this was just plain—
“Are you going to suck me or not?”
Focusing on the ground, she took a deep breath—she was probably going to need it knowing him.
Reaching up, she grasped his shaft in her hand, delivering only a few short strokes before taking his head into her mouth. She didn’t intend to kiss or lick or gaze appealingly up at him; this was entirely about stimulation. And she was confident she could do that.
He grasped her hair tightly and, as she guessed, tried to shove himself deeper inside. What a prick. Bringing her fingers to her throat as though struggling not to gag—pretty close to the truth as it turned out—she cast Histomalleus and felt the internal structures relax. She’d been practising the wandless spell non-stop since conceiving of her plan. It still wasn’t perfect—her buttocks felt enormous—but it was good enough.
“You like the taste of pureblood cock, do you?” he grunted, thrusting into her.
She’d prefer purecock blood. And while the idea of ripping his dick off with her teeth was appealing in that moment, she had other plans . . . plans that she desperately hoped she would find an opportunity to execute.
*
What was he doing to her? Severus paced over to the mantel nearby, trying to appear nonchalant. The mantel clock read 10 p.m. There were eight other wizards in the room. That was one every fifteen minutes if Lucius finished with her soon—less if he was doing any of his usual sordid . . . Fuck!
“Sit down, Severus,” Voldemort wheezed. “Your pacing is becoming tiresome.”
“If she is damaged in any way, my Lord, it is going to bode very poorly for me.”
“After the Obliviation, she will be unaware of the origin.”
“But she will seek an explanation. And she is likely to be aware of the Obliviation.”
Voldemort’s red eyes narrowed. “You give the Mudblood an inordinate amount of credit . . . considering your lack of prior engagement.”
“She’s been my student for years. She’s an insufferable know-it-all, opinionated, demanding, obstinate, . . . reckless.”
He had to stop—the hoarseness in his voice was at risk of giving him away. All the traits that he’d reeled off as character flaws were, in fact, those that made her so utterly extraordinary—that made her capable of doing what she’d done this evening. She was one of the bravest people he’d ever known.
“She’s a total pain in the arse,” Draco agreed.
Voldemort sighed, clearly on the verge of losing his patience. “You are welcome to leave if it is causing you such distress. Draco will return her.”
Over his dead body.
Severus pulled out a chair and sat abruptly. “I’ll wait.”
*
Malfoy clearly thought she’d be intimidated by his forcefulness, but with the help of the Histomalleus spell, she was able to take everything he threw at her. He was soon groaning and panting above her, and suddenly she felt him withdraw, hand clamped around his cock as he backed away.
“Shit . . . I just need a . . . that was quite . . . something. Just give me a . . . moment . . .”
He stumbled over to prop his arms on the table, sucking in deep breaths. Hermione rose on stiff legs, making her way over to the bed.
He needed to pull himself together. There was no way he should have come that close. Not after what had happened when he’d tried to have sex with Narcissa. The enchantment’s punishment was one of the worst experiences of his life and he’d vowed never to allow it to happen again. But then this—with a Mudblood of all people.
After a few more moments he felt calm enough to return. She was on the bed, watching him. At least she seemed to understand what was required of her.
He stroked himself a few times as he approached, just to make sure everything was still intact. At this point he would normally do them from behind—over something, against a wall. They were only Muggles after all. But on this occasion he felt differently. He wanted to watch her face. Not for the pain necessarily, he had a sense she wouldn’t show it even if she felt it. But she had captured something in him. There was something about her. The fact that she was there at all . . . she was . . . surprising.
Without speaking, he pushed her back onto the bed and pulled her hips toward the edge. Placing a knee beside her, he lifted one of her legs and stretched it up against his chest to hook over his shoulder. Flexible too. A nice little addition.
He didn’t always enjoy this part, especially after following on from someone else—everything he felt wasn’t necessarily from her. Regardless, he grasped the base of his cock, sliding his head between her moist folds before feeling for her entrance and pushing in. He instantly relaxed as he entered. The warm constriction around his cock was a relief as it signified an end to another week of torture. Now all he had to do was enjoy it.
Sighing, he pumped into her, watching her breasts jolt each time he bottomed out.
“You really are very easy on the eye,” he murmured.
You might be too if you weren’t such a fucking arsehole.
Hermione managed a small smile.
Leaning toward her, he flexed her leg back to her chest as he thrust harder into her.
He sniffed distractedly as he stroked.
“Did you drink something?”
She shook her head in confusion, holding her breath.
He frowned but continued to pump. She clenched her core muscles as hard as she could. She wanted this to be over with very . . . very . . . soon.
He groaned and sped up.
“That’s good,” he grunted and then his breathing turned ragged. Plunging harder and faster he curled his fingers into her upper arms.
“Yesss!” he hissed.
And came.
“No!” he screamed.
Hermione felt it as a shaft of white-hot lightning driven into her core. Her cry of agony melded with his as they fell away from one another, clutching their groins.
Severus was first inside the room. It was clear from their desperate writhing that they’d been struck by the enchantment’s punishment. But how?
Bellatrix pushed him out of the way before leaping onto the bed, tossing aside one pillow and then another.
“I knew it!” she cried triumphantly, lifting a small glass bottle above her head. “Contraceptive Potion! Did anyone search her?”
The two werewolves at the door looked at one another before nodding aggressively.
“What about inside her?” Bellatrix screeched. “Did you look inside her?”
Silence.
“Men and fucking werewolves,” Bellatrix growled. “Not a fucking clue.”
Voldemort strode angrily into the room.
“She is now tainted. Get her out of here,” he seethed. “The rest of you have ninety minutes to fulfil your enchantments. I suggest you . . . get . . . moving.”
Bellatrix raised her wand and attempted to assist Lucius who continued to groan, his face a rictus of pain.
Severus wrapped his robes around Hermione and lifted her to his chest.
Why did you do this?” he whispered against her cheek.
“Because . . . fuck them . . . that’s why,” she rasped weakly.
He shook his head sadly before gazing into her fading eyes—what was a horde of Death Eaters against one indomitable Gryffindor?
“And . . .” she strained a trembling hand toward his face. “Because . . . I’m . . . yours.”
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