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A World Not Fit To Live In	By : snowblind12 & Lissa Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 78216 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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Chapter Twenty-Seven
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The gate to Hogwarts opened for Lucius the minute he touched it. The Headmaster was expecting him, after all. It was still dark and his Lumos charm only provided enough light to see a few feet ahead, but his stride was purposeful as he walked along the much traveled and worn path. He could see his breath as he pulled his robes tighter to fight off the early morning chill.
He had just left the Dark Lord’s presence where he had been given his mission. He tried to contain his absolute fury at being sent away at such a time. While it was clear the Dark Lord wanted Draco to impregnate Hermione, he didn’t understand why the bastard couldn’t just say so. Why play this ridiculous game? It was maddening. If only he still had the male contraceptive potion he used to imbibe when with his mistresses. He would have poured it into all of Draco’s favorite liquors. He would have directed Tinny to drop it into Draco’s morning tea, as well.
All he could do was hope Hermione had already conceived. He had taken her once before sleep and twice during the night. The last time, as he was leaving this morning, was for good measure. It had to have worked. The fertility potion was very strong. If she were to become pregnant by Draco, Lucius didn’t know what he would do.
When he approached the main doors, they opened with a loud screech as the caretaker, Argus Filch, greeted him with a scowl. “Awfully early for a visitor, Malfoy. Some of us would like to get our sleep.”
“Awfully early to get fired, Argus. Some of us are on the Board of Governors.”
Filch’s yellowed and crooked teeth made a brief appearance. “Aye, you always were a pompous arse.”
Lucius laughed. “Don’t ever change, Filch.”
“Why would I go and do a thing like that? Mrs. Norris loves me just as I am.”
Lucius started towards the headmaster’s tower. “That mangy old cat still alive?”
“You be careful, Malfoy. The missus don’t take too well to insults.”
“Still don’t know how you’ve kept her a secret all this time.” Lucius paused and looked back at Filch. “All kidding aside, Argus. How is it going? Any progress?”
Argus crinkled his nose. “Naw. It’s been over fifty years, I’m afraid she’s gonna be stuck this way forever.”
Lucius reached out and patted the man’s arm. “I am sorry, Argus.”
Filch shrugged. “We’ve accepted our lot in this life. We make do.”
“Well. If there is anything I can –”
Filch waved him off. “You’ve done enough, Lucius. The financial help you’ve provided afforded us the best experts in the field of animagi. We are grateful and we are content. We like it here at Hogwarts.”
Lucius nodded at Filch in understanding.
“I’ve chores to get to. I’ll be seeing you, Malfoy.”
“Filch,” Lucius offered in reply, watching as the caretaker limped off.
There is a man who has been dealt terrible cards. To have been born a squib and, despite that misfortune, to have a beautiful witch fall in love with him, only to have her suffer a terrible transformation accident on their wedding night leaving her stuck in her Animagus form forever…it’s unconscionable.
“There is always someone who is worse off than you,” he mumbled to himself as he approached the gargoyles.
When he entered Severus’ office it was to find the wizard exhausted and sitting behind his large desk.
Lucius nodded in greeting and sat in the chair across from his friend.
Severus waved his wand, levitating a package across his desk. Lucius took it and tucked in into his pocket. “Thank you, Severus.”
Severus nodded. “You should be well covered for most emergencies as long as you can Apparate back and get more help if needed.” He rubbed his eyes. “Lucky for you I was awake when the owl arrived this morning. I’m usually not up this early. Interesting timing for such a quest. It won’t be easy and will require a great deal of finesse.”
Lucius was well aware it was a dangerous mission. Forging a truce between the Vampires and the Veela could get a wizard killed. There had long been bad blood between the two and neither would commit to the Dark Lord while the other was amongst his ranks. Therefore, the despot had none of either and he didn’t want to choose. He wanted them both.
The Veela were masters at espionage and gaining intel. Their powers of seduction were legendary and unmatched.
The Vampires, on the other hand, empowered some of the most ancient and powerful magic; magic that mere wizards could not achieve. At least that is what legend said. They kept amongst themselves and didn’t share easily. Voldemort wanted their secrets and he wanted their knowledge for obvious reasons. He believed the strongest of his wizards could tap into this secret magic that the vampires guarded so diligently.
This secrecy of the Vampires riled up the Veela, who found that their powers of seduction fell flat on the blood suckers. The vampires resented the Veela’s light and beauty and mistrusted them for their attempted seductions.
It had been hundreds of years’ worth of animosity building and now Lucius was supposed to go smooth it all over? Bloody hell in a teacup.
“There are extra vials of blood replenishing potion should you be required to make an offering. There are vials of clarifying draught to help you keep a clear head around the Veela. Of course, don’t let them know you are taking it. You must appear charmed and enthralled in their presence or they won’t trust you.”
Lucius nodded in understanding of his friend’s valuable advice.
Neither said anything for a moment. “You’ll keep any eye on her while I’m away?”
Severus reassured his friend. “I will visit her daily, more than once if needed. If Draco gets particularly brutal, I’ll lure him to Hogwarts under guise of needing his help with a task of some sort. I’ll tell him it will gain favor with our Lord.”
“I’ve instructed Tinny to come to you if…needed.”
“That is fine. I will be available.”
“Good, good,” Lucius responded distractedly. After a moment, Lucius looked up at Severus. “It was fortunate the Dark Lord assigned you Miss Weasley.”
Severus nodded solemnly. “Yes, thank Salazar.” His eyes twinkled with mirth when he added, “No offense, Lucy, but if he had assigned me Granger? I think I might have Avada’d myself.”
Lucius laughed. “She’s a handful, that one.”
Severus decided it was time to play a hand. His words came out cautiously. “The Dark Lord seems to be leading us down an unwanted path.”
Lucius’ eyes instantly shot up to Severus’ onyx ones at the traitorous words. Not once had Severus ever said a disparaging or contrary comment in regard to their Lord.
Lucius swallowed and his mouth grew dry. His heart was pounding. “Yes, it seems his focus has shifted…over the years,” he added quietly and on guard. It wasn’t exactly a criticism.
“Indeed,” Severus responded. After a beat he added, “I would not be surprised if many began to question and squirm.” His eyes were narrow and piercing and Lucius’ were wide with surprise at what he thought his friend was implying.
Lucius responded warily, “Squirming would be fruitless. There are no avenues of escape. There are no options.”
Severus’ right brow cocked. “My dear Lucius. There are always options.”
Suddenly, Lucius felt overwhelmed. This was dangerous. This conversation, if overheard, could get them both killed. It was not the words, it was the intent behind the words. He needed to go. The sooner he left, the sooner he would be back. Back in the arms of his witch.
Lucius stood. “Thank you, Severus. For the potions and for…”
Snape held up his hand. “Say no more. Thanks aren’t necessary. We are brothers, are we not?”
Lucius smiled despite himself. “Yes, Severus. I suppose we are.”
“Then brother, be safe and come back to us soon.”
Lucius drew in a large breath of air. “Yes. Yes. I shall return as soon as I am able.”
The men shook hands, perhaps a hair’s breadth longer than necessary. It was almost as though they had made a pact. Although, what pact Lucius wasn’t sure. He was anxious to return so that he could find out.
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Hermione stared at her plate. Sitting in the dining room without Lucius felt wrong. It was her first meal without him, and his absence was glaring.
“Eat all of your breakfast, Mudblood,” Draco commanded with a menacing glare from across the table.
Hermione wasn’t the least bit hungry, but she dared not talk back. She dared not fight him. She had promised Lucius she would not antagonize the little fucker. Not that he had needed to warn her, but resisting the young Malfoy only made him more hateful. She had learned over the past couple of weeks that occluding herself into the recesses of her mind was key. It caused Draco to grow bored and it kept her detached.
She picked up her fork and took bite after bite of the food that tasted like ash in her mouth. She ate it as quickly as she could without getting sick, just wanting to be done with breakfast. She felt like screaming when Draco called for Bilby and ordered seconds for her.
The extra helping of eggs, beans, and toast mocked her.
“You’ll need your strength if your weak little eggs are going to be fertilized by my sperm. My super sperm,” he taunted teasingly.
Hermione wanted to laugh. The idiot was serious. He truly believed his spunk was something special. Super sperm indeed. When visions of little sperms in super hero suits with capes on their backs and M’s on their chests popped into her head, Hermione couldn’t help the snort that escaped her throat.
His face drew up in disgust. “Sperm that has to be wasted on a snorting, ugly buffoon of a Mudblood.” He looked at her plate. “Eat up, whore.”
Hermione ate in silence and when the last morsel was swallowed, Draco stood and walked around to her side of the table. He took a vial out of his pocket and picked up her glass of pumpkin juice. He smiled maliciously at her as he emptied the contents into her cup. He held it out to her. “Drink. All of it.”
“What is…” The bond had the cup to her lips before the words could finish coming out. Her panicked eyes stared up into his scornful ones as she gulped it down. When she finished, Draco took the cup and placed it on the table.
His eyes roved from hers to her breasts. “Just a little fertility potion to help get you up the duff.”
Hermione could feel her magic flare as it pulsed and raced throughout her nerve endings as though searching for an outlet that it would not find. Not as long as she had on the dreaded collar.
Draco took a step back as though he could sense her power trying to unleash itself. His eyes were wide and cautious for a second before they softened with confidence. He grinned as he stepped closer. “It’s a beautiful thing to have you so weak and at my mercy. At the mercy of my cock.”
He cracked his neck and relaxed his shoulders. “Stand up, lift your skirt, and bend over the table.”
Hermione did as instructed. As soon as she was in position, she allowed her mind to drift off into a memory. A recollection of Hogwarts this time. The first time she, Harry, and Ron ate a meal together as friends. After the troll incident. It was a wonderful memory. She hadn’t really had friends before that, and she had never had anyone want to eat with her before. It was as they devoured the sandwiches and laughed about their adventure that Hermione realized she was going to make it at Hogwarts after all. It was a wonderful time of innocence. Before hate. Before war. Before she had ever heard the word Mudblood.
Hermione was vaguely aware of Draco fastening his trousers and ordering her to stay there and not move. Something about not wasting his gift by letting it run down her thighs.
The day progressed much as it had begun. Draco took endless joy in taunting and belittling her and then took even more pleasure in fucking her six ways from Sunday. He fucked her in the den, and then in the study. He dragged her to his room and took her twice more. He made a point to tell her he was having to take potions to get it up as she was such a lousy lay and that he couldn’t manage without it.
Gah, he was such a juvenile. Truly. The bastard had been fucking her without potions for weeks. Now he was going to lay blame on her that he couldn’t get an erection? Hah. He couldn’t get an erection because his thing was going to curl up and die from over use.
If it wasn’t for Tinny sneaking her balms and potions, Hermione would be so raw she wouldn’t be able to move. The elf stayed close and out of sight, however, and the minute Draco would step away for a minute, her little friend would bring her exactly what she needed.
It was mid-afternoon when Severus paid them his first visit. It was just after dinner when he showed up the second time. Lucius had said the Headmaster would be stopping by frequently and Hermione couldn’t help but be tremendously grateful. If nothing else, Severus’ visits pulled Draco’s focus away from her and she felt indebted for the reprieve.
The second day Lucius was gone was much more trying than the first. It was becoming ridiculous how much sex Draco was forcing upon her. He had made her sleep on the floor in his room all night and had woken her up periodically to take her. He had had her twice before breakfast, and three times between breakfast and lunch.
His torment wasn’t limited to only sex, though. After lunch he had decided on a needed chore and had the elves bring all the silver in the house to one of the guest suites. He set her up with polish and cloths and instructed her to clean every piece brought to her. She was only allowed to break to go to the bathroom. It was a completely pointless task that was obviously meant to torment her, especially because the silver was already clean. The problem was there was tons of it, literally hundreds of pieces; cutlery and dishes, frames and urns, jewelry and lamps, as well as silver combs and brushes. How one house could have so much silver was mind boggling.
Of course, her polishing duties were not limited to the silver as he so crudely pointed out. “Your cunt needs to do some polishing as well, whore,” he had mocked as he instructed her to keep cleaning the silver while he rammed her from behind. The good thing was Hermione had used the situation as an opportunity to hone her Occlumency skills. This was the first time she had been tasked with doing something while having sex. It had taken her a minute to detach when the bond forced her to focus on cleaning the silver as well. By the time Draco was finished, she had figured it out. Her hands mindlessly cleaned as her thoughts were years back to her first visit at the Burrow.
By day three, Hermione was exhausted. It was a minor miracle when Severus showed up and convinced Draco he needed help at Hogwarts. Something about a new potion. Draco had been one of the best potion’s students in their year and even Hermione conceded it had nothing to do with being Severus’ Godson.
It was while she was in the tub that Hermione felt the tingle of the wards. Before she could get to her feet, Lucius walked into her en suite looking worse for wear. He had dark circles under his eyes and puncture marks on his neck, although they were partially covered by his cravat.
Hermione jumped out of the tub and threw herself into his arms. “Lucius!”
The man had barely slept. He had spent the past two nights with the vampires and the past two days with the Veela. He was nowhere near finished with his task, but the bond was pulling him home. That, and he wanted to see her. Desperately. He had missed her more than he felt possible.
He couldn’t believe he had her in his arms. Wet and slippery and warm and… His lips were on hers before that thought carried any further.
His mouth pressed forward when she pulled back only to have his lips met by her index finger. Her eyes were wan. “Lucius,” she whispered. “Draco, he used a fertility potion and he hasn’t stopped. He’s been on me constantly.”
“Fuck,” he whispered. “I’m not surprised.”
“Are you back? Are you here to stay?” Her eyes and words were so hopeful, it hurt him to answer her.
“No, kitten. I have to go back.”
Her words were rushed. “You have to take me. You have to take me with you!” Wild and fiery eyes met his cool and grey. “You have to get me away from him, Lucius!”
Lucius pulled her close and whispered calming words, doing what he could to prevent her from falling into a mild hysteria like the other night. It wasn’t quite as bad as the night before he left, but it was close. He was just so tired he could barely think straight. He could handle nothing until he could close his eyes for a few hours. “Okay. Okay, kitten. Let me think for a minute.”
Hermione swallowed and willed her self-control to reappear. She pulled back and really looked at him. “What happened to you? You look terrible.” Then it hit her. “Oh God, the bond. You need me, don’t you?”
His eyes were drooping with their exhaustion. “Yes, but…”
Hermione fell to her knees and had him released from his placket and in her mouth in seconds. His hands grabbed her head and not to softly guided her back and forth. After a few passes he whispered, “Enough, enough.”
Hermione pushed herself to stand and took his hand to lead him to one of the armchairs in the seating area of her room. She pushed him down and climbed on top, guiding her slit and enveloping him in her moist heat. His head fell back, and he let out a heavy groan of relief. His shoulders slumped and his hands barely moved on her hips as she rode him. It didn’t take long, only a minute before he came. By the time she had slipped off his lap he was already asleep in the chair. Unable to use magic to move him to the bed, she grabbed a blanket and covered him. She found her robe and pulled it on before settling onto the sofa that was next to his chair. She was tired as well and would just close her eyes for a minute. Then they would talk. When he woke, they would talk.
Hermione’s neck ached. That was the first thought that came to mind when she felt her shoulder being shaken. “Wake up, Mudblood.” She opened her eyes to find not Lucius, but Draco standing before her. Her eyes shot to the chair to find it empty and the blanket that she had draped over her lover was covering her instead. She sat up and looked around to see it was dark outside.
“Get up. Time to fuck,” Draco commanded with a scowl.
When he was through with her and said he was going to shower, Hermione was left with her heartbreak. Where had Lucius gone? Why had he left and not waken her? Why didn’t he take her with him? Fresh, hot tears fell down her cheeks when she remembered the bite marks on his neck. Vampires. He was doing something with Vampires. That couldn’t be good. Why had she let him sleep? She should have forced him to talk to her, forced him to tell her what he was doing, and forced him to take her with him. Without her collar on she could be a great help to him. Didn’t he know that?
When she went back to her bathroom to clean her teeth, she noticed it. A small parchment under her hairbrush. She swallowed nervously as she swiped it up and read the short missive:
It’s not safe for you where I’m going. Less safe than the Manor with Draco. Trust me. I’ll be back as soon as I can. Don’t provoke him!
As soon as her eyes finished scanning each word, it disappeared.
It was another three days of constant sex and endless house chores that Hermione endured before her wizard returned. Fortunately, Severus had been allowed to have wandless magic sessions with her despite Draco’s grumblings twice in that time. The Headmaster had stretched each lesson out to four hours, pretending the extra time was needed because she was so slow.
Hermione had overheard him bemoan to Draco, “Wandless magic is difficult to achieve. Her bursts were just that – bursts of uncontrolled power. At this rate she will never learn to harness it.”
Draco had enjoyed tormenting her over dinner about how worthless she was and how she would never learn to control her magic. “Maybe you don’t need that collar, after all. You’re probably incapable of any more bursts anyway.” Hermione knew the prat didn’t really believe his words because he left the collar on her all the same.
It was as dessert was served that Lucius arrived. When the tingle of the wards alerted her that he was home, Hermione felt a weight lift off her shoulders. She closed her eyes and said a silent prayer of thanks. He was back.
Draco looked up from his treacle tart, a cloud of irritation shadowing his features. “Father? Back so soon?”
“Six days is more than enough time to solve a simple feud,” Lucius responded nonchalantly as he took his seat at the head of the table.
Hermione tried not to let an ounce of reaction occupy her face when the wizard she was in love with entered the room. Outside she was the picture of bored calm as her insides were doing cartwheels and high fives.
When Lucius nodded her direction and said simply, “Good evening, Miss Granger,” Hermione kept her head down and replied calmly.
“Mr. Malfoy.”
Hermione glanced under her lashes to find Lucius looked better than he had three days ago. The marks on his neck were gone and his color was much improved.
Lucius sat at the table, the picture of calm nobility while on the inside his heart was pounding. He needed her. Three days was almost unbearable, but he would not display weakness to his son. His son who had become his competitor. His son who was in the pocket of Voldemort. Lucius knew he could show no signs of fragility. It was why he went to Hogwarts to shower and glamour the shows of wear off his body before Apparating to the Manor. Draco could not know how hard this quest had been. He had been successful, but it had been touch and go for a while there. Vampires were nasty beings when enraged, and there was nothing fouler than a pissed off Veela. Lucius would be happy if he never encountered either ever again.
“You must be tired, Father,” Draco drawled.
“I feel quite good, actually.” He countered. “I’m contemplating a swim after dinner.”
Lucius looked leeringly at Hermione as he continued to address his son. “I hope you haven’t worn our little Mudblood out, Draco.” His eyes moved to her breasts and then her lap. “I fear she is in for quite a night.”
When his eyes moved back to hers it was to find them on fire.
“As a matter of fact,” he stood. “Come with me now, Miss Granger.” Lucius looked towards Draco. “Excuse the abrupt exit, son. I’m sure you understand.”
Draco smirked. “Have at it, Father. I find she’s quite a bore these days.”
As Hermione followed Lucius, she heard Draco command from behind her, “Don’t think that just because Father is back that I’ll go any easier on you, Granger. See you tomorrow.”
Hermione didn’t respond. All she cared was that Lucius was back. When they walked into the pool room, Lucius collapsed onto the nearest chair.
She fell to the floor before him. “Are you alright? Are you finally back for good?”
“Yes,” he breathed out lower than a whisper. “Need you.”
“Take off my collar,” she whispered. She inched closer allowing him access to the back of her neck where he easily unlatched it.
The hairs on her body stood on end as her magic raced and searched for an outlet. She met Lucius’ tired eyes with searching ones as she cast a silent and wandless Finite Incantatem. Her magic instantly calmed to a purr.
She was up on her knees quickly but stopped herself just shy of touching his pale face. “What happened to you?” Her hands began unbuttoning his shirt collar and when she removed the cravat it was all she could do not to burst into tears. “What did those savages do to you?” she half cried and half scolded.
“Doesn’t matter,” he responded. “It’s done. I was successful. I just…need…”
A tear escaped as she nodded urgently and swallowed her own despair. He needed her, and quickly. She gingerly touched his cheek before unfastening his trousers and releasing him from the confines of his clothing. Hermione then transformed the chair into a lounger, allowing him to spread his legs out before him and lean back. She was on top of him and consuming him in a flash. The minute her hot walls encased him, his eyes fluttered in relief. After a few pumps, his hands found purpose on her skin as he tore at her gown aggressively, shredding the fabric and leaving her breasts bared before him. His eyes watched them as they bounced with her motion for only a moment before he pushed himself up and took a hardened peak into his mouth. His other hand massaged her opposite breast before moving down to her mound. His fingers pushed through her curls to the tender and desperate flesh beneath.
The minute his finger stroked her clit, she pressed and undulated herself against the appendage. It had been six days since she had climaxed. She was too far gone in her own desire to be embarrassed by her own carnal need. A roguish grin took over his features when he whispered, “Come, witch.”
Her head fell back as she wailed a cry of release that, in combination with her pulsating walls, easily pushed him over the edge. She fell forward onto his chest and lay panting, trying to catch her breath. She could feel his pounding heart beneath her breasts meeting her own, rapid beat for rapid beat.
His hands cradled and rubbed her head as they lay in silence, simply existing together in their quiet yet temporary cocoon.
After a moment, she peeked up at him and studied his skin once more. His neck was black and blue and littered with puncture marks. His coloring was still very pale, although it had a flush of pink that had been missing only moments before.
“Vampires. You were with Vampires, weren’t you?”
“And Veela,” he responded without opening his eyes.
“What?” Hermione was horrified when it occurred to her what his mission had likely entailed. For all her frustration about being left with Draco, she understood that no matter what, she would have never been able to convince Lucius to take her with him.
It was not lost on her that the Dark Lord had purposely done this. It was obvious the megalomaniac was hoping Draco would be the one to impregnate her, although she did not understand why. If he had sent Lucius on a simple mission, he could have taken her with and that would have left Draco behind. However, sending Lucius on such a quest not only ensured that he would leave her at the Manor, but also led her to question if Voldemort had hoped Lucius would not return alive. It suddenly occurred to her that the Dark Lord might be wary of Lucius for one reason or another.
“Stop worrying,” the patriarch whispered from above her. “I can practically hear your thoughts.”
“Are you okay?”
He opened his eyes and she was relieved to find them warm and sincere when he responded, “I’m fine. Severus provided me with the potions and ointments I would need to survive. What’s more important is that I succeeded. The Veela Queen and the Father Vampire are both with his Lordship now. It is up to him to seal the deal.”
Hermione swallowed as her fingers reached up to gently touch his neck. “But, you’ve been bitten – multiple times! Does that mean…”
“No, I took a potion that allowed me to offer my blood without being cursed with eternal life.”
Hermione’s jaw fell when it hit her. No, he wouldn’t.
Of course, he would, she countered herself. The man made horcruxes, there is nothing he wouldn’t do. She suddenly felt the need to talk to Snape.
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