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A World Not Fit To Live In	By : snowblind12 & Lissa Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 78125 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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Chapter Twenty-Nine
BETA love – RaynePhoenix2
Lucius had never been overly fond of frequenting the Muggle world, but when he owled Snape with the need to talk before taking dinner with Hermione in their suite, his friend had sent him an address and bade him dress in the appropriate fashion. This is how Lucius found himself standing outside of a cocktail bar in Muggle-London in dark-wash jeans and a cerulean colored button-down shirt with a collar at nine in the evening. He had left a sleeping Hermione in his bed for this conversation, he hoped it would be worth it.
He let out a sigh after entering the establishment. He immediately spotted his friend in a small booth off one side of the bar. Snape raised his glass and gestured for him to come sit. Once Lucius was seated, Snape muttered a few spells to allow them privacy as an extra precaution, even though their environment was decidedly non-magical.
“I ordered you a cognac.” Snape nodded to the second glass. “It’s good.”
“My thanks,” Lucius said in slightly strangled tone.
“I’m assuming this about Miss Granger’s pregnancy?”
Lucius stared at his friend before answering simply. “Yes.”
“I figured. Feel free to speak your mind. I’ve been here for two hours laying subtle wards. Even if you were followed, they would have suddenly forgotten why they were here and went home.” Lucius gave an indelicate snort. He shouldn’t have been surprised, Snape had been a spy for over twenty years. He took a few moments to collect his thoughts before he spoke.
“I just…” Lucius trained off before swiping a hand down his face. “I just – Severus. I don’t know what I’ll do if it’s not mine.”
Snape looked at him with hard eyes for a brief moment before responding, “You will do what you must to keep her as safe as possible. If the sprog is yours, your worries are little. If it’s Draco’s, you will have to distance yourself emotionally and do your best to keep her as safe as possible without giving yourself away.”
Lucius’ shoulders slumped. In a very uncharacteristic move, he placed his elbows on the table before sliding his fingers in his hair. The silence stretched, both men somewhat lost in their own thoughts.
“Ginny is pregnant as well,” Snape murmured quietly.
Lucius raised his head and grabbed his drink. He took a large swallow before clinking the glass on the table a little more roughly then intended. “At least you know it’s yours,” he said bitterly.
“Agreed.” His tone was ironic. “It doesn’t change the fact that I’ve knocked up a sixteen-year-old girl, though, does it? Of all the things that fell off my moral radar through the years, you’d think there would be little left in this world that would bother me.” He took a pull on his own beverage. “Having a child bride and impregnating her, however…” he sighed deeply.
Lucius started at the Weasley girl’s age. Of course, he had known in the back of his mind that the girl had been a year younger than Draco, but still. A new surge of sympathy rose in him. He wasn’t sure if it was for Snape or Ginny, himself or Hermione. It just…was.
“It is an impossible situation.”
“It is.”
“When does she turn seventeen?” Lucius wasn’t even sure why he asked. Apparently just pure curiosity.
“Couple weeks. Still. She’ll be a seventeen-year-old mother in the twentieth century. I wouldn’t want that for anyone, life is hard enough as it is.”
“Hermione turns nineteen in September.” Lucius piggy-backed off his friend’s statement. “She informed me a few weeks ago that she abused a time-turner for a few years and she’s more like twenty-one. Still too young, in my opinion, but a better scenario than yours.” He smirked before adding a bit playfully, “However…I do have five years on you, young man. I’m even more of a cradle robber than you are.”
Snape gave a low chuckle. “True, you dirty old man.”
They exchanged brief smiles before the mood turned sober again.
“I don’t know how to protect her from him if the child is Draco’s. My bond to her will be severed, and I’ll have no ability to override Draco’s orders. She needs healing almost daily because of how he treats her. If left alone with her, he doesn’t let her sleep and works her like a farm horse.” He looked down at his glass and shook his head lightly. “Magical pregnancies are hard – I know. I watched my wife suffer many of them before insisting we give up.” His pained eyes shot back up to meet his friend’s. “She’ll never survive him. He’ll kill her or she’ll miscarriage, which will destroy her. She’s been strong through so much, but I almost lost her once already. I care for her more now than I did then. I feel completely powerless.”
“You don’t even know who the kid belongs to yet.”
“Suffice it to say I’m dwelling on the worst-case scenario.”
Snape looked at him intensely before settling back into the booth. He took another sip from his tumbler before setting it carefully on the drink napkin. Lucius was puzzled, Snape seemed indecisive about something which was unusual. After a few minutes of strained silence, Snape straightened and set both his hands on the table palms down.
“I need a wand oath from you that you will not betray me.” It was the last thing Lucius expected to come out of his friend’s mouth, but he didn’t even hesitate as he shook his wand out of the holster on his sleeve. He held it in his hand under the table.
“I swear on my wand that I will never betray Severus Tobias Snape, so mote it be.” The magic crackled subtly, making the oil lantern on their table gutter before it burned hot again.
“What if I told you I had a way to possibly protect her?”
“What do you mean, exactly?”
The men started at each other before Snape took a deep breath and stated bluntly. “I have been a double agent for the Light since the Dark Lord killed Lily Potter.”
Lucius froze completely in his reach for his glass of cognac. His hand dropped to the table. “Come…again?”
“You heard me, Lucius.”
“Are you serious?”
“I am.”
“So what…you want to defeat the Dark Lord?” Lucius was embarrassed by the harsh, hoarse whisper that had taken place of his normal dulcet tone.
“That, Lucius Malfoy, is exactly what I want,” Snape confirmed. His voice was even and serious, his face smooth. Lucius knew this was no trick.
His heart started pounding erratically in his chest, making him feel light headed. So many questions fired at once, not the least of which was how in the world was his friend still alive?! He knew in that moment that this was what Snape had been eluding to before he went on his thrice damned mission to parley with the Veela and Vampires. This is what Snape had meant when he had said there were always options.
He didn’t wait another second. He had made up his mind that moment on the trail with Hermione. The moment he realized she was the only witch he wanted for the rest of his life. “And if I want to help you?”
He hadn’t realized Snape was tense until his words caused the man to relax. “Then, my dear, old friend, we have a lot to discuss.”
“What the hell is her problem?” Draco asked Lucius. Without waiting for an answer, Draco snapped, “Mudblood – eat your breakfast!”
“Miss Granger, I revoke that command,” Lucius said in a cool tone, not even noting her reaction before turning his attention back to his glaring son. “Miss Granger discovered yesterday that she has conceived. Let her eat what she feels like eating, witches are often unwell the first few months. Especially if the child is strong magically.”
At first Lucius was unsure if Draco had even heard him. Every fiber of the boy’s being seemed to be frozen, even his eyes were wide open. After a brief second, a very easy and malicious grin curled his lips and he turned his eyes back to Hermione.
“That was fast.” Draco’s voice was gleeful, excited even. “Who knew you were such a good little whore, getting it up the duff so very quickly. I’m sure the fertility potions had something to do with it. Still, though, I figured it would take a little longer.”
He laughed before turning back to Lucius. “You must be terribly disappointed, father.”
“Why ever would you say that?” Lucius’ response was too quick, and he silently cursed himself for not keeping his cool.
“You know it’s mine – we all do,” Draco sneered. “You were gone too much.”
Lucius’ heart clenched when Hermione began to sniffle softly. It took much too much effort to put on an indifferent front. “It doesn’t matter, Draco. Either way – she’s a slave tasked with bearing children to add to the Dark Lord’s army. You get one or two more brats on her after this one, and she’ll be put to death. I only offered to marry her to keep our line Pure.”
His tone was full of disgusted contempt when he spit out, “We are at war, Draco – if you die, our heirs will be Half-blood. Did you ever stop and think about that? No! You just have this vindictive drive to torment her until she snaps mentally. You didn’t think about our line or heritage or about the bigger picture. You’ve really been a selfish little bastard as of late.”
There was silence. Abrupt and deafening. Draco was glowering at him, and Hermione was staring at him with hurt-filled eyes. Lucius wanted to reach out to her. Sometimes he knew he was too good at playing his part. He rubbed his forehead with his fingers. “We don’t know whose child it is. A paternity test cannot be done until later, although I did have it confirmed with a healer early this morning.”
“I sent an owl to our Lord,” Lucius continued. “Draco,” he implored, causing his son’s gaze to rest cool on his own. “You cannot batter her anymore. You have gotten carried away far too many times and a severe beating could cause a miscarriage. It would be extremely unwise to test our Lord’s patience with such an avoidable outcome.”
In his peripherals, he saw Hermione bury her face in her hands as her tears continued once again.
“Fine,” Draco snapped. “There’s nothing saying that I can’t beat her mother, though. That’s almost more fun.”
There was a stuttering in Hermione’s grief and Lucius took pity on her. “Tinny,” the elf appeared with a pop. “Take Miss Granger to visit her mother for an hour and then have her walk in the rose gardens. She needs a female presence and some fresh air would not be remiss.”
Tinny nodded, grasped Hermione’s elbow, and they were gone in a pop, but not before he saw the relief on his little witch’s face.
“It’s always more pleasant to eat a meal without the filth, isn’t it father?”
“Indeed.”
The following few weeks moved more swiftly than Lucius would have cared for. He was a mix of wanting them to fly by and wanting them to crawl past. Before he knew it, he and Hermione were readying themselves for a night they simultaneously dreaded and feared, while hoping and praying for the more positive outcome.
A dinner was being held at Lestrange Villa, and he felt it was a ridiculous farce. The invitation said it was to celebrate the weddings and pregnancies of the initial participants in the trial run of the Mudblood Breeding Program. Granted, one of the couples was actually a Pureblood reward for a Half-blood servant – Snape and Ginny. In conjuncture with the invitation, Lucius had received a side note from Voldemort explaining that the four pregnant witches would have a screening to confirm pregnancy and determine gender and paternity as needed. His gut told him that this little gathering was to make a spectacle of the two Malfoy men and Potter’s Mudblood for the amusement of the Dark Lord.
Tonight Lucius would finally discover if he had impregnated the little witch he had come to care so much about, or if the child growing in her womb was his grandson. In which case, he would lose her forever. He didn’t even realize his hands were shaking until she took over knotting his cravat.
“Are you as terrified as I am?” she whispered as sure fingers deftly tightened his neckpiece.
“Terrified?” Lucius scoffed. He couldn’t help it – he was the man. She needed his strength tonight, he would not let her down by giving in to his own fears.
“It’s okay, Lucius,” she said. “It’s okay to be frightened. I know you…I know you care about me and that you want this child to be yours. That…that means more than you can possibly know. I need you –” She broke herself off and began nibbling her painted lips.
Without thinking, Lucius plucked her bottom lip from between her teeth and bent to press a kiss to them. “I am not frightened, Hermione. Apprehensive, perhaps, but not frightened.”
She nodded and he couldn’t help but watch her curiously. She was acting strange. He knew she was nervous, but her behavior seemed beyond mere anxiety. “What is wrong, kitten?” He smoothed a curl over one of her ears.
“All these weeks – Lucius,” she closed her eyes, seemingly gathering courage before she opened them once again, “you have been good to me. I know we had our bumps at first and you felt you had a part to play in the beginning. I appreciate your attempts to treat me fairly and to try and subdue Draco and his actions.”
She turned away from him, ringing her hands together as the gauzy black gown she was wearing flowed behind her along with some sort of spicy perfume that made the muscles in his lower abdomen clench with want.
“Hermione,” he said after a stretch of quiet. “Please tell me what you’re trying to say.”
“No matter how things go tonight,” she turned back to him. He could see the hesitation in her eyes, read the nervousness of her features. “I want you to know that I appreciate all you have done for me. Despite our circumstances and our diverse backgrounds, I have come to…I have come to –” She stopped abruptly and seemed to steel herself. Her eyes met his and he admired their doe-like innocence. He couldn’t believe how vulnerable meeting her gaze made him. Her beautiful eyes had been disarming him from the very start.
“I want you to know that I have come to love you – and I hope that no matter what happens, we can figure it out together.”
He was stunned completely speechless. The moment was frozen before them with surprised grey eyes locked to determined brown. When he gave a very small jerk of his head, preparing to speak even though he had no idea what he was going to say, she held up a hand.
“Don’t,” she whispered. “Don’t overthink it. Don’t say it back. I don’t want you to say it now, even if you would mean it. I needed to say it before I knew what step my life was going to take next. I needed you to believe that no matter what happens tonight, that I love you. I don’t want you to ever think I would say the words because I’m pregnant with your child or because I’m hoping you’ll save me from Draco if I’m pregnant with his. If I wasn’t pregnant, if this horror show of a breeding program wasn’t happening, I would still be saying these words.”
Lucius felt like he was caught in a tangled web of her words and his feelings. She didn’t want him to say it back? Did he want to say it back? He was unsure…and he was certain she knew he was unsure, so she had given him a way out of this overwhelming moment.
“Hermione…” he whispered softly before closing the gap between them and bending to kiss her forehead. He didn’t know what else to say, but then she wrapped her arms around his waist and pressed her cheek against his heart. He kissed the top of her head and held her in silence, and it felt…right.
Draco pounding on their door less than a minute later had them drawing warily apart. They looked at each other for a brief moment before he crossed to the davenport and picked up her light wrap. He held it open for her and she twisted into it gracefully. Placing a palm on her low back, he led her from the room.
The evening since leaving the Manor had been dreadful. Full of Death Eaters making snide remarks to her and the other women that would possibly soon be in her same predicament. That was, if the test run yielded magically strong children. Three people had asked if they could fuck her, another had asked for her to meet him in cupboard and suck him off. Bellatrix Lestrange had even mentioned how her lips were so full and pouty that she’d loved for Hermione to lick her out someday.
Hermione had been unable to keep her jaw from dropping at that remark, even as it had made her shudder in horror. Lucius had denied everyone, telling them that he and his son shared with no one but each other. (Which was a whole other form of twisted when one thought about it. She knew, though, if Lucius had his way that he’d share her with no one.)
Dinner had been awful. It had been offensive to her that “pets” had been served obviously smaller portions, not that Hermione felt much like eating. A few of those pets in attendance were pregnant, though, and it seemed counterproductive in her opinion.
She had been especially disinclined to eat with Draco sitting to one side of her, feeling her up under the table as he shoveled food in his mouth like the adolescent boy he was. Once dinner was over, the table was cleared and the gathering was moved to the ballroom where her father had been murdered.
Music played softly from an unmanned quartet in one corner of the room. House elves floated by with beverages and desserts on trays. No one was dancing. Hermione didn’t know this, but after what had happened with Voldemort attempting to flush out Death Eaters who had grown to care about their slave, no one dared to dance.
After a while, Draco left her and Lucius to mingle with other peers in attendance. Only then, did Theodros Nott and Snape seem to feel it was safe to approach them with their own slaves in tow.
Hidden off to the side with their men to block them from view, Hermione and Ginny linked their pinky fingers as they stood as closely together as possible. The men talked mostly about Lucius’ mission with the Vampires and Veela while young women just stared at each other, too cautious to speak, but wanting to give silent support. Hermione could not believe that she and Ginny were both pregnant.
A hush fell over the crowd when Lizzie Williams’ name was called out from the doorway – she was obviously the first to go back. Hermione watched in confusion as Thornfinn Rowle and Amycus Carrow followed the girl out, she had thought the girl was bonded to Rodolphus Lestrange.
Her nerves were starting to increase, Lizzie was one of four pregnant witches. She and Ginny made two and three, she wasn’t sure who the fourth was. She didn’t recognize the woman.
She looked around the ballroom and took in the sights. It seemed as though all bonded slaves were in attendance tonight. There were many faces here that she recognized, people she hadn’t even known were still alive. Cho Chang, for one. She also saw Luna Lovegood and Hannah Abbott, and was that…? Her eyes widened and she turned to Ginny. “Is that George?” she whispered urgently into Ginny’s ear. It seems Ginny didn’t even need to look, she nodded carefully.
“Yes,” she murmured back. “He’s bonded to Alecto Carrow.”
Hermione wanted to ask about Fred – the last she had known, the other Weasley twin had been severely injured. What about Bill and Charlie? She knew Percy and Ron were dead – but what about Molly and Arthur? The conversation could go no further, however, as Lizzie William’s was being led back into the hall looking decidedly relieved on the arm of Thornfinn Rowle. Hermione didn’t blame the girl – if she had to choose between Carrow or Rowle, it would have been Rowle all the way.
Ginny’s name was called out next, and, as Snape was her only partner, he stayed behind as Ginny untangled her finger from Hermione’s and walked across the room with her head held high. Hermione couldn’t help finding and meeting George’s eyes, he gave her a slight nod before returning his attention to his mistress.
Hermione turned back to the men she stood with in just enough time to witness the subtle change in Snape’s eyes as he watched Ginny go. It was obvious to her that he was worried. Lucius must have noticed as well because he asked, “How is your fiery little redhead, Severus? Still as annoying as ever?”
“Actually no,” Severus replied carefully. It was obvious to Hermione he was keeping his tone bored sounding, but his eyes betrayed his concern. “Morning sickness has taken hold, although it is inaptly named. It seems she’s sick at random times all day and night. She has lost weight last week, which is concerning for the child.” She knew that meant that he, himself, was worried for Ginny.
“Well, pregnant witches often deal with more severe sickness then their Muggle counterparts,” Lucius tried to soothe. “The magic of the fetus can wreak havoc.”
Severus gave a jerky nod, but he didn’t relax until Ginny had been returned to them and the next witch’s name was called out. Hermione knew she was next…of course she’d be saved to go last.
One knew by just the look on Ginny’s face was she approached them that something was not right. Hermione watched the Headmaster’s jaw clench. “Please tell me why you’re white as a sheet,” he demanded in a very low voice.
“I…” Ginny trailed off, unable to meet anyone’s eyes.
“Ginerva.” Snape’s tone was an interesting mix of warning and urgency and it caused Ginny’s eyes to raise quickly to his before she looked away again.
“Twins,” she whispered.
Hermione’s jaw dropped as a hand flew up to cover her mouth.
“I’m having twin girls,” Ginny continued.
Hermione didn’t think it was possible for Snape to be any paler then he already was, but she was wrong. His face went nearly translucent. Lucius, she saw, looked like he was trying to bite back a laugh.
“Merlin help me,” Snape muttered. “We’re leaving, let us go say goodbye to the Dark Lord, witch.”
“Yes, Master,” she replied.

“I will come to the Manor in about two hours,” Snape informed Lucius. “I’m curious to know your results.” Lucius nodded his understanding.

Ginny didn’t look at Hermione as she followed Snape from their little corner of the ballroom. Hermione was about to speak to Lucius when her name rang across the space.
“Oh gods!” she squeaked, and was instantly on edge. She moved very slowly towards the double doors, hating the way that Draco was practically skipping across the room to meet them there. She could feel Lucius behind her, but his presence was barely comforting. Dread filled her so full there was no room left for any other emotion.
They were led to a bedchamber where she was told to change into a bathrobe. She sat on the edge of the bed while the pregnancy detection charm was cast and confirmed.
“Do you wish to know the sex of the child?” the female Healer asked.
Two yeses and a no were chorused. Hermione and Lucius locked eyes. She had been the one to say no.
“You’re outvoted – not that this is a democracy,” Draco snapped. “Tell me if I’m having son,” he demanded of the Healer.
“Easy, Draco,” Lucius drawled in a bored tone. “It is just as likely my child in there. You’re not the only one who used a fertility potion, you know.”
The Healer huffed. “Well, let’s hope it’s not multiples. There have been two sets of twins tonight – most likely because of fertility potions.”
Hermione made a horrified noise in her throat as the Healer told her to lay down and part her robe. She moved quickly through the wand motions and in less than a minute a single, blue orb hovered over Hermione’s stomach.
She was to have a son.
One she probably wouldn’t even get to see grow to adolescence. She turned her head away from the other three people in the room, tears leaking from the corner of her eyes.
“I knew it!” Draco crowed and Hermione wanted to lose her temper. He didn’t know that the child was his! Why did he keep insisting it was? Why couldn’t he let her hope?
“Paternity next?” the Healer asked in an oddly detached voice.
“Yes.” Both men answered in unison.
“Right. Okay, gentlemen, you will need to cup your hands in front of you. The spell will settle in the hands of whoever is the father.” Another twist and twirl of the Healer’s wand and Hermione’s low stomach brightened to a pretty amber color before dancing away from her body. Both men raised their hands. The light spun around all four people in the room until marking the baby’s father by resting gently into the palms of his hands before sinking in to make his skin glow.
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