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Coping and Keeping	By : DameOfSlytherin Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 46009 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 9
Disclaimer: I own none of the lovely characters or the story they come from, really, I don't. J.K. Rowling owns and profits from the Harry Potter franchise, I make nothing from this.

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Chapter Three
Ron paced in the apartment, beer bottles and carry out cartons scattered the table, couch, and floor. His hair was tangled and matted, the color a darker red with dirt. His cheeks, chin and neck were spotted with a scruffy beard. His eyes had dark rings under them and a maniacal gleam in them. He started, bringing his wand up, waving it and sluggishly aiming at the wall next to the floo. Harry stepped through, raising his arms to show his lack of weapon.
“It’s me Harry, mate, put down your wand,” Harry moved further into the room, kicking garbage out of his way as he went. He was wearing red auror robes, his hair not tamed in the least. “What’ve you done to yourself?”
“What did I do? It’s what did that bitch do! She left me, took my girl and left. Fucking cunt snuck out in the middle of the night with MY daughter. The little bitch! I’ll find her and give her what she’s asking for. Ya’ know it?” He turned to Harry, looking for his agreement. He turned a bit too far and addressed his question to the kitchen doorway.
“Calm down for a minute. Tell me what happened, coherently,” Harry guided his friend over to the couch, waving his wand to dispose of some of the mess. He had to stop Ron from falling over multiple times.
“She waited till I fell asleep, ‘Arry. Then, the … that bitch, she got my girl and my shit and left,” Ron sounded indignant. He started rooting around in a cluster of bottles for one that wasn’t completely empty.
“Ron, why’d she leave and when?” Harry pulled back the searching hand and conjured water in a cup for him. “You don’t need more alcohol if we’re going to find your wife and child.”
“Not really m’wife, mate,” Ron mumbled as he poured the water on the floor. “Or, she wasn’t supposed to be, then she had to be. Bloody women!”
“Ron, you’re not making any sort of fucking sense,” Harry stopped trying to stop Ron from drinking and got up to find the medicinal potions Hermione most likely stocked in the bathroom. He found a chest of drawers devoted to sobering and hangover potions. Grabbing some of both, he hurried back to the living room, he found Ron on the floor with another bottle of beer.
Forcing the bottle from Ron’s hands, Harry held Ron’s nose closed, he poured the sobering potion into his mouth and held his hand over the hole, forcing him to swallow. Harry watched as the dull gleam of inebriation leached from the blue eyes, leaving only the sharp glean of madness. “Harry, what the hell, mate?”
“You were so drunk you couldn’t tell me what happened, wasn’t making any type of sense. I had to know so I can help,” Harry helped Ron up, stumbling when they overcompensated. Ron stumbled to the bathroom, dizzy from the sudden sobriety, and brushed his teeth. “Now, can you tell me what happened?”
“I woke up one morning, hungover like a dog, and Hermione was gone and so was Nadia. Their clothes were gone, books, toys, and her little bottomless purse. I’m not entirely clear on what else is missing,” Ron shook his head twice. “That bitch took my Nadia. Who the fuck does she think she is?”
“Her mother Ron, she has equal rights to Nadia,” Harry watched, amused, as Ron tried to sort through the mess his bedroom had become, clothes in heaps, bottles strewn throughout. Ron sniffed a shirt and then thrust it from his face with a look of disgust Harry had only seen when talking about homosexual relations or someone disliking the Chudley Canons. “What made her leave?”
“Like I fucking know, the bint was damned crazy, fucking bitch. Been going on and on about something, like I was paying attention, she’s always been a damned nagger, you know that,” Ron ran his hands through his hair, wincing as they caught on snags. He grabbed a badly stained, grey shirt, its shade suggesting it may have once been blue. He kicked away another pile of clothes, revealing a blood spatter stain. Glancing quickly, he ensured Harry hadn’t saw the marks and tugged a shirt over it with his toes.
“Well… Get cleaned up and we’ll make a strategy on how to find her and Nadia,” Harry turned on the spot, not knowing where to start. When Ron entered the bathroom, Harry returned to the living room, debating where Hermione would run to. He ruled out her parents because they were muggles, and he didn’t think she would go to Mrs. Weasley. She hadn’t really left the Burrow in years, after Percy and Mr. Weasley had been convicted of terrible crimes. She was in denial and wouldn’t let anyone tell her otherwise. Hermione had really become cut off from everyone once she married Ron.
“I swear that cunt even took her shit from the bathroom,” Ron came into room drying his hair with a towel that had rust colored stains on it. He looked like he had gotten in his shower and almost right out after getting thoroughly wet. He still had ring of dirt around his neck and the crusted liquid on his chest was only half gone.
“Can you think where she might have gone to? Who she would run to,” Harry was still doing inventory in his own mind. He thought about the twins and discarded them, they would have alerted someone of it by now.
“She could be anywhere, she was a damned whore, whined in her sleep like a fucking whore, too. She could be with any of her lovers, who knows how many she has,” Ron exclaimed. He turned his body to the fridge, automatically searching for a beer. He looked furious when Harry banished the unopened beers and then turned and started banishing the stacks of junk littering the room.
“What about Nadia, did she go over any one’s house, have a close friend? Someone whose parent Hermione would be comfortable with?” Harry had gotten most of the garbage gone and was working on the dust and dirt engrained in the carpet and furniture.
“Damned if I know, she only went over your place, to my knowings. It’s hard to keep up with the girl. Hermione knew all that stuff. I did my job and provided for them,” Ron threw himself into a freshly cleaned chair, it was still grimey but it was major improvement over the rest of the room.
“How did you not know, she’s your daughter,” Harry looked hard at Ron and pulled a random button from his pocket, transfiguring a clean chair. He sat and started tapping his fingers without a rhythm.
“I worked, they had food and a place to live, and they were fine. Hell, I was way better to them than they were to me. Bitch didn’t even want to give out regularly. What about Snape, I’m pretty sure she was trying to fuck him. Every time I turned around, he was all over my woman,” Ron did a terrible impression of Hermione. “We were just talking about potions, really Ronald!”

“Snape is usually with Sirius, Remus, and Malfoy these days. We can go tomorrow and check with them. Today, I will go to her old job and see if they heard from her. Try to clean yourself up some more and this house, too,” Harry pushed himself from the chair and moved to the floo. Turning, he looked at Ron and looked like he was going to say something but thought better of it. With a swish, he was gone.

Where we left off …
Just as Snape started to move towards Hermione a knock rang from the downstairs hallway. Remus muttered a curse and walk out, kissing Hermione’s throat as he passed her. Frowning, the others began to follow him, each landing a kiss somewhere on Hermione’s throat or upper chest. She followed at the end of the procession, breathing in release and frustration at the denial of pleasure. Nadia was still waiting at the bottom of the stairs and her mother slipped the small hand into her own as they walked.
“Who’s at the door, mumma?” Nadia skipped along, happy with life in general. She was away from Him, she had all these great men around, Prf. Snape had helped her and was teaching her, and she was hoping to get more fruit after dinner.
“I don’t know yet, sweets. We’ll have to find out when Remus opens the door,” Hermione was just as curious and was hoping to Merlin that it was no one dangerous. She stopped and waited just behind the stair post, pushing Nadia just behind her. Remus sniffed around the door and looked over at her.
“Its Harry, I think it best you stay hidden. I don’t know if he would tell Ron,” He waited till she was out of sight and opened the door.
“Harry! How are you?” Remus embraced the dark haired man, thumping him on the back before he was passed to Sirius. Snape nodded at Harry, which was returned. But Lucius was nearly hostile, scowling at Harry and sneering when Harry attempted to shake his hand. Growling, the blond turned on his heel and left into the room that Hermione had escaped to.
“What was that about?” Harry turned to Remus for an answer but it was Severus that answered.
“He’s had a bad day, its residual anger. Pay it no mind,” Severus motioned them all to follow him and moved to the kitchen. Seeing a toy of Nadia’s sitting on the bench, he banished it quickly to the girls’ room.
“What brings you, Harry? We haven’t see you in so long,” Remus was beyond curious now. Harry smelled off, like he was hiding something and he smelled like something else, almost a rotting, something Remus had always associated with cruelty and hatred. It nearly sickened him to think of Harry being cruel. He’s hated people before but had never been cruel.
“Just came by, wanted to see if you’ve seen Hermione anytime recently,” Harry fiddled with his coat buttons and barely glanced up as Remus set a cup of tea in front of him. “She’s gone missing, stole things from Ron, kidnapped Nadia, Ron says he doesn’t know why she would do a thing like that. He says she’s been cheating on him, going off and leaving Nadia alone.”
Breathing deeply, Severus tried to stop his anger from overpowering his famed control. The blatant lies Potter was telling angered him beyond anything Riddle had ever done. “Why would she feel the need to seek relief outside the marriage bed?”
“Ron says she always cheated on him, and before they were together she had a new lover nearly every night. To tell the truth, she’s tried to get me many times, she even tried on her wedding day,” Harry ran his hands through his hair and looked at the other three men through his bangs, testing their reactions. Remus had his face in his and, Sirius looked like he was ready to cry and Severus’ face was blank, as always.
“I never thought Hermione could do something like that, she was always such a sweet girl. I can’t believe she would cheat on Ron, why was he still with her?” Remus lifted his head, his face anguished.
“He told me it was because of Nadia, he didn’t want her to be destabilized. And he feared Mione would take her from him if he demanded a divorce. I just hope Nadia is okay, with a mom like Hermione she could be in any shape,” Harry shook his head sadly and adopted a worried face. He was surprised when Remus let out a muffled sob.
“So deceitful, how could we have been so wrong about someone so much? What could make someone turn out like this?” Harry didn’t think that Remus was that close to Hermione but then he remembered that they had been close before Ron banned them from speaking to each other.
“After all those past actions, that they could take such a turn to act this way, tut tut tut,” Severus shook his head and looked away. Harry made agreement noises and slowly muttered sympathetic noises. It was Sirius that surprised Harry the most, the man actually broke into sobs, rocking as he cried harder and harder.
“Mr. Potter, I believe it is time for you to go, I’ll ensure they get in contact with you if they see Ms. Granger,” Severus motioned to Harry with his hands, ignoring his attempts to stay.
“Its Mrs. Weasley now, Prf.” Harry tried to dig in his heels but was unsuccessful . He was shoved out the door with a muttered curse.
Severus nearly ran back into the kitchen to see Remus soothing Sirius, rocking him and petting his hair. He was whispering soft nothings in his ear, trying to stop the torrent of tears streaming down the twisted features. Joining them, Severus began to stroke Sirius’ back, taking note of the tears on Remus’ face. It was a sad sight, he had tried so hard to make these men happy after the pain they’d had over the years. That a mere boy could step into their home and ruin it with a few words infuriated him.

“Wha- Why would Ha-Harry say something like that?” Sirius sounded devastated, as if his world had crashed around him. It was at this moment that Hermione walked back in and seeing the tears her face became hesitant. Shock replaced it when Sirius threw himself into her arms and renewed his sobbing. It was Remus that surprised them all, he gave Hermione a look of pure anger and disgust. And walked out of the room.

“The fuck was that Remus? You don’t just walk away from a woman we’ve all decided belongs to us!” Lucius was pacing in front of Remus in the library, waving his arms, snarling, anything to get his point across.
“If it wasn’t for her, we wouldn’t be in this mess. Harry, my little Harry, wouldn’t have become a liar,” Remus seemed to have a canine whine underlying all of his words now. “My wolf really is not happy that out cub has become a lying, conniving, hateful creature, and it lays all the blame a Hermione’s feet. Logically, I know it’s nothing she could have done, but my animal doesn’t. It still sees Harry as its own.”
“It’s fucking us up, Remus! She nearly cried, you’re animal knows better, I know he does. He didn’t hate me, knowing the things I had to do. How’d he get over that?” Lucius glared at Remus. His hair was slicked back, and he was wearing a three piece suit without the jacket. His face was blank and the only thing that betrayed his anger was the look in his eyes and the slight crease on his forehead.
Remus mumbled something, his face turning a bright red. He ducked his head, trying to hide the embarrassing expression. When Lucius made an impatient sound, he tried again. “It fucked you, okay?”
“What?”
“My wolf realized that you were not at fault only because he fucked you. As he was reaming your ass he realized that you were a good person and ours, that you belonged to us,” Remus blushed again, disturbed by his use of such crude language and not during a sexual interaction.
“So, she would have to be ravished by Moony for him to realize she’s not at fault?” Lucius almost ran his fingers through his hair but stopped in time and scowled.
“It wasn’t the fucking, really. It was the first time we had your ass, it was the vulnerability, and the first time you opened yourself to us, the intimacy of the moment. We connected with what you opened to us and we … discovered you. Your gentleness, your need for redemption, your love of plants, your creativity, we found the real you, and we found your soul. We knew everything and we loved you for it all. It was a perfect binding of us, you and me and Moony,” Suddenly, it wasn’t about Hermione, although it wasn’t a forgotten issue. It was about them and the feelings that had gone so long unspoken between them.
“I… that was while we were still at Hogwarts. How could he know about all the other bad things, hmm? He couldn’t have loved me when I did all of that!” Lucius wasn’t shocked, he was flabbergasted. There was no way that Moony could have loved him through all that he had done, the unspeakable acts he had committed.
“But he did, he always loved you, still does. You don’t know how hard it is to warp a soul like yours, it was good, still a purity to it, we fell so fast and hard for you then, we knew it wouldn’t destroy that purity. So, you see, we’ve always loved you and there’s no changing it,” Remus ended with a gentle smile and warm eyes. He saw the softening of Lucius’ features and the faint smile that crossed his face.
“I think that your wolf should take a chance, as he did with me, and not be so hard on Hermione,” Lucius moved closer to the chair he was sitting on and bent over, his breath feathering over Remus’ lips. When Remus gave a hesitant nod and a low growl. Moving in, Lucius captured the thin lips in front of him, taking control, invading.
Growling, Lucius jerked open Remus’ shirt, tearing it from the lightly furred body below him. He set his lips to the dusky nipples, nipping them and then sucking. He bit into Remus’ collarbone, leaving a large dark mark that would be there for some time. Lucius moved lower, to the barely defined abdominal muscles, laving them, swirling around the delectable belly button on display.
Gripping that usually so immaculate hair tightly, Remus pulled those succulent lips to his. “No fucking, we don’t have the time.”
“No one said we would be fucking, but you were tormented earlier weren’t you, provoked with the words Severus said to you, the images he put in your head, nearly put you in a frenzy,” Lucius placed his hands at Remus’ zipper and pulled it down, unbuttoning the pants as he went. Making it quick and crude, he swallowed the considerable girth as much as he could, it wasn’t all of it but nearly. Growling, Remus gripped the arm chairs tightly, fingers digging in and nearly crushing the old wood beneath his palms. Lucius teased, running his tongues in circles, carefully nibbling, scrapping teeth, and swallowing around him. Just as Remus shouted out, seconds from releasing, Lucius pulled back, tightly circling his fingers at the base. He pulled out his ornate wand and conjured a metal cock ring, ignoring Remus’ shout of despair.
“This is for hurting her feelings, once you make it right, I will take it off and finish what I have started,” Lucius pulled back and watched as Remus ruthlessly tugged at his cock, trying to bring himself off, even as he knew it wouldn’t work, he’d had the cock ring on before and had tried the same thing. It hadn’t worked then and it wouldn’t work now. Smirking, he walked out of the room and went to find his two girls.
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