Death Eater Double Team | By : Tigerrr Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 15510 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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*******DISCLAIMER******* All characters and locations belong
to J.K. Rowling, and I am making no profit from this bedraggled work of fanfiction…I
certainly wouldn’t pay to read this shite.
Gripe of the week:
Has anyone else noticed how the filmmakers of HP have messed around with
Expelliarmus? Watch COS and see how our Severus knocks
Lockhart on his ass with it (there’s a big whoosh and a jet of blue light) but
then in POA, when the others use it, there’s only a small pop like someone’s
uncorking wine? It’s ridiculous…but
maybe it’s just a demonstration of how *ahem!* potent Snape is, lol.
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The furor eventually died down and the novelty of having two
“pet” Death Eaters pledged to the Order of the Phoenix had finally worn off, much to the
aforementioned pair’s relief. They still
resided at Spinner’s End and reported regularly to Voldemort as well as the
Order, but Dumbledore was swiftly wearing them down – he believed that the two
should stay at Grimmauld Place. One night Hermione, Harry, and Ron were
eavesdropping on their meeting, and heard the conversation in which Snape and
Malfoy finally gave in. They huddled
together on the balcony with three pair of Extendable Ears, listening intently.
“Now – Severus, Lucius, I’d feel much better knowing you
were out of his reach. As you both are
quite aware, Severus, your former students are currently in training to become Aurors. I am
determined that these three are able to handle themselves when the time comes,
and I feel that it is best that you two stay here and teach them all they need
to know concerning the other Death Eaters.”
Hermione shivered as she heard her ex-professor’s deep, rich
voice. “I fail to see how we could
possibly be of any assistance regarding that troublesome trio.”
Dumbledore continued.
“They will need experience fighting Dark wizards, and you two would be
the perfect teachers – now, don’t scoff, Lucius; you know what I’m saying makes
sense. The scenarios that their Ministry
teachers will be throwing at them pales in comparison to what they will face in
the “real” world, at the hands of your fellows.
I need both of you to do this not only for me, but for the future of the
wizarding world.”
Two nearly identical grunts sounded, then
Lucius spoke up. “There will be
guidelines, Albus, that we will have to set if we are
to do this…but I certainly don’t mind moving out of that hole that Severus
inherited, and won’t miss his abysmal cooking one bit.”
“Shut it, Malfoy – you yourself ruined any chances of having
a trained house elf, as I recall…”
“Gentlemen,” coughed Albus politely – the three friends
grinned at each other – “I suggest we find you adequate rooms.” The trio of wizards walked into the hall so
that their observers could pack away the Extendable Ears, and Dumbledore
glanced up at where they hid in the shadows, his eyes twinkling merrily. “As for the lack of a house elf, I’m sure
that Kreacher will fill your needs most admirably.”
Hermione choked back giggles at the thought of surly, nasty
Kreacher in a white chef’s hat, baking a pie for the Death Eaters. Harry had brought the horrible house elf back
from Hogwarts periodically to make sure none of the other house elves suffered
from “unfortunate accidents” and Hermione thought it a bit rich that Lucius Malfoy’s former house elf Dobby was here as well…what they
would do when they encountered each other was anyone’s guess (but that didn’t
stop Fred and George from taking bets).
She glanced over at Harry and saw him beet red with suppressed laughter
– he was obviously thinking along the same lines. Ron just looked bewildered, not knowing why
his friends were enjoying themselves so.
She turned back to see the former Headmaster ushering Malfoy
and Snape up the stairs and followed cautiously, keeping to the shadows. The two were assigned rooms not far from
hers- Down, girl, she thought to
herself and ruthlessly repressed a vision of her sneaking down the hall to
enter one of the newly occupied rooms in the middle of the night… the trouble
was, which one would she go in? Oh, shut up, Voice In My Head!
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That night, she lay awake and stared at the ceiling,
listening to her friend Ginny snoring on the other bed. A knot of excitement had settled in her
stomach as soon as she had heard that the two Death Eaters would be their
supplemental tutors for Auror training.
She had tried and tried to tell herself that she was just happy to have
an opportunity to learn more information.
Yeah, right – you’re just looking
forward to having two sexy wizards pin you to the mat in combat training. She shook her head angrily. That had nothing to do with it! Nothing!
Stupid Voice.
She had had experience with wizards before, it
wasn’t as if she were a virgin. But they weren’t as…experienced…or quite as
…fully grown…as these two magnificent specimens are, came
the ridiculous Voice. She snorted at the
thought of Severus Snape bearing the title of “Magnificent Specimen” – he was
passable, that was all. With those long
legs, strong looking thighs, broad chest, wide shoulders, piercing eyes,
sultrier-than-sultry voice, silky black hair that she
could wind her fingers through and elegant hands made to perform magic on a
woman’s body…yes, just passable.
Her mind brought up a picture of Lucius Malfoy for her to
admire next and she sighed. If being
gorgeous were a criminal offense, he’d have been born in Azkaban. Luscious
Lucius, he’d be several handfuls between the blankets. She giggled into her pillow. What would that long pale blonde hair feel
like on her naked body? Heaven, and it’s only three rooms awaaaay, the Voice chortled. For heaven’s sake! She was no dreamy-eyed and sighing fifth,
sixth or seventh year! However, the
analytical side of her promptly made its appearance to catalogue the senior Malfoy’s attributes…just in case she ever wanted to peruse
the list. Snobbier than hell? Yes, certainly. Deadly in a wizard’s duel? Yep.
In possession of hips that could thrust for hours? Check- hey!
Mind OUT of the gutter, Granger!
Those beautiful grey eyes, she could lose herself in. The sneer on his lips was an erotic challenge
to all fertile females, she decided. But
WHAT was the deal with the cane? KinkyKinkyKinky, Voice
teased. If it kept up, she would give it
a sedative.
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The following morning, it was announced that the trio of Aurors-in-training would begin learning from the Death
Eaters immediately, and Minerva McGonagall was on hand to give their new
teachers several glares, three caustic remarks, and a display of
finger-waggling. She was still furious with Severus Snape for not confiding in
her, and had quite frankly never liked Lucius Malfoy (who could clearly care
less, as he was apparently absorbed in an outdated copy of The Quibbler) but she gave her three former students some words of
advice on dealing with the two.
“First of all, don’t
let them separate you…Merlin knows enough of their
victims failed to heed this advice and ended up in St. Mungo’s. And most importantly, keep a close eye on
Kreacher – he might decide to visit the Lestranges
again and blurt the whole tale to Bellatrix, but make
sure you know what kind of orders those
two might give him. Albus might
vouch for them, but it’s better to be safe than sorry.” She clasped each young man on the shoulder
and embraced Hermione, who had always been her favorite student.
“Yes, Headmistress,” they chorused. Minerva gave Hermione a particularly piercing
glance – she had noticed the look on her ex-pupil’s face when she had mentioned
separation. She knew very well the
effect two mature, powerful wizards could have on a young witch, and was not
unaware of the particular effects Severus and Lucius had upon women in general
(she had to break more than one sixth and seventh year witch out of a daydream
concerning their Potions Master/DADA teacher as well as the lethal good looks
of Malfoy whenever he stopped by on his latest mission to get the entire staff
sacked) – she very much hoped that Hermione would use the senses she was born
with and evade the trap the two would most likely set for her, being as she
would be the only young and attractive witch they would be interacting
with. Albus had told her how he had
forbidden the pair to go “about their business” – meaning they were not allowed
to seek out ladies of the evening. She gave a delicate shudder and took her leave
of them.
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In typical Slytherin fashion, the Death Eaters confounded
and irritated their new charges by immediately demanding ten feet of parchment,
from each of them, detailing what they knew about Death Eaters and what they
expected to learn. Oh, yes – the essays
were to be due first thing in the morning.
Harry and Ron swore violently and slammed things around as they
attempted to finish their assignment…in typical Hermione fashion, their friend was done in
an hour and a half and was currently urging them on to further scholastic
heights. “Come on, you two! If you finish
before tomorrow, we can start sooner!
They’ll make us wait another three days as it is – I heard Malfoy telling
Sturgis Podmore that they would read one per day just
to make us mad – and I want to get down to business!”
Her two friends rolled their eyes at her harangue and
hunched over their parchment – Ron had suggested to Harry that if they at least
pretended to be writing, she might leave them alone for a bit. She heaved yet another heartfelt sigh and
turned on her heel to present her essay to her new tutors. The two young wizards looked at each other in
relief, and immediately began attempting to enchant their parchment so that
whoever read it would receive the impression that they were reading ten feet
when they were actually holding less than three.
Meanwhile, Hermione marched down the hall towards the two
rooms housing her newest teachers, scroll and chin held high. Knocking smartly upon the closest door
(Lucius’ room), she waited the better part of thirty seconds before turning the
knob and pushing the door in. “Hello?
Mr. Malfoy? Professor Snape?” She heard the faintest rustle of sound coming
from deeper inside the room, and as she crossed the threshold, nerveless
fingers dropped the requested essay.
From outside in the hall, the room looked like any other inside the
house; a bit bigger, perhaps, but it bore a strong resemblance to the room she
was currently forced to share with Ginny.
Once through the door, however, it was an entirely different story. Lucius Malfoy had performed the most advanced
piece of Transfiguration she had ever seen, and it was as if she had just
stepped foot into a huge, centuries-old manor house or a small castle. Vaulted ceilings with frescoes, graceful
stone arches, and even suits of armor decorated the formerly tiny room. She heard the sound again, and followed it to
its source – she had to repress an irrational hope that it was the handsome
Death Eater just stepping out of a shower.
She peeked around the corner to find….
Kreacher, determinedly humping a set of Malfoy’s
boots and warbling something under his breath – she thought she caught the word
“Pureblood” several times.
“KREACHER! Get away
from those, that’s disgusting!!!” The foul thing left off mid-hump and swiveled
his misshapen head in her direction. She
had to threaten him with hexing before he would leave, cursing her soundly. She rubbed a hand over her eyes…that was so not right, she didn’t know where to
begin. Thoughts of the house elf
behaving amorously towards the discarded footwear vanished from her mind as she
noticed a set of robes lying forgotten on an engraved ivory pedestal.
Voice was back in full force, and pulling her towards the
robes. Oooohhh, look at what we have here.
No one will ever know if you steal
them, just shove them under your pillow, he’ll never look there… Oh, not
again, Voice. The last thing she needed
was an irate wizard demanding to know why she nicked his robes. Anyway, she wasn’t Kreacher to be sneaking
things off to her room! But here she
was, and there they were. Who would know
if she just…reached out a little and…
Hermione snatched the robes from the pedestal violently and
pressed them to her nose, inhaling deeply.
Aaahhh, the aroma of big, tall, ridiculously sexy wizard. She rubbed her face into the black fabric
like a cat, trying to get as much of his scent against her skin as
possible. Involved as she was, she had
no idea that in the room behind her, a hand was closing over the dropped roll
of parchment and the man attached to that hand was rounding the corner to the
bathroom.
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Lucius Malfoy had just had a harrowing encounter with Dobby,
his former house elf. Damned Harry
Potter just HAD to offer that…thing…employment, and here of all places. He sighed as he stamped up the stairs, intent
on taking a nap – all the goody two-shoes in this house made him tired. His eyes narrowed as he spied that the door
to his room was open…and just what was Kreacher doing, sneaking into Severus’
room? Walking inside his own, he bent
and picked up a roll of parchment to find that it was the essay he and his
friend had assigned the little brats.
Lucius heard a small sound coming from his bathroom...was that a sniff? He walked around the corner curiously, only
to see the little witch standing there with his robes pressed against her face –
what in Hades was she doing? If she liked
them that much, he could always tell Kreacher that she could take over doing
the laundry…but maybe, just maybe, she was in his room for another reason altogether. A sly grin quirked the corners of his mouth,
and he started forward.
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