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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 Thirty-Three
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“Oh my god! HARRY!”
Hermione tore herself away from Lucius and broke into an immediate sprint. She vaguely registered that Harry didn’t move except to plant his feet firmly as he opened his arms to receive her. She launched herself at him, and her arms and legs wrapped around her best friend as he grasped her back. Renewed tears – this time of absolute joy – poured out of her.
She felt his glasses get knocked off as he buried his face in her hair. Hermione knew he was crying as hard as she was.
Harry!
Harry was here!
Harry was ALIVE!
She didn’t even register them sinking to the floor, she just automatically adjusted her legs to sit in his lap as he held and rocked her as they both cried and squeezed each other so hard it was difficult to breathe.
When she regained some of her senses, she pulled back just enough to cup his face in her hands and wipe his tears as she stared at him unbelievingly. After a moment of studying him, she leaned in and peppered his dear, dear face with kisses. He laughed and kissed her back before using a hand to wipe away the wetness on her own cheeks.
“How?” she choked out before pulling him tight to her again to resume her blubbering. “How?”
He didn’t answer her question for a long time as they continued to just hold each other. Finally, when the weeping subsided, she realized that they had been left relatively alone. She glanced around to see groups of people at a distance occupied with their own things, giving her and Harry privacy without leaving. Her eyes sought out the long blond hair of her lover, and she smiled at him tremulously when he looked at her from where he was conversing with Snape, Lupin, and Bill Weasley. The guarded look on his face confused her. She gave him a tentative smile, but couldn’t help the frown that pulled her lips when he turned away without acknowledging her.
As Harry started talking, Hermione was shoved back in time, reliving it with him.
“You remember Bellatrix seizing Neville after he almost killed Nagini?” Hermione nodded. “You remember the look of murder Voldemort gave Narcissa Malfoy the minute he realized I was still alive?”
“Yes,” she answered, still drinking in his familiar features. He had changed – he looked older and more tired, and his face was more angular – but he was still Harry. Her Harry. She just…couldn’t believe it. Harry was here!
“He did that because Narcissa confirmed that I was dead – even though I wasn’t – after he hit me with the Killing Curse in the forest.”
Hermione’s jaw dropped. “That’s why she was executed? No one ever told me why.”
“That’s most likely why she was executed,” Harry agreed. “When the fight moved inside, Ron was with me. You got shuffled back with the crowd, I think, because I couldn’t find you…?”
“I did,” she whispered. “I’m so sorry Harry – I tried to catch up, but by the time I got anywhere near you, Ron was dead and the curse was headed right toward you. Someone shoved me and I fell. By the time I got back to my feet, you were down and I was grabbed by a Death Eater and Apparated to a holding cell…I still don’t even know who. I’m so –”
“Don’t!” Harry grabbed her shoulders and sort of shook her, making her focus. “What you’ve been through – what they’ve done to you – I’ll never be able to forgive myself.”
“Stop! Stop! It’s okay Harry! It’s not your fault!” Then they were both crying and hugging again.
A short while later, they had been bundled into a private corner and were sitting on an overstuffed couch with tea and blankets. Harry continued his story.
“We were in the Great Hall when Ron was killed – once that happened, I sort of went mad with rage and grief. I collapsed by him… Everything I remember after that is sort of broken.” Harry took a deep breath before he continued.
“Malfoy sort of helped me pull it together – he grabbed my shoulder and screamed right in my face. He called me Harry for the first time ever and told me he was sorry about Ron – he used Ron’s first name, too. He told me that I was the only one who could end Voldemort and he told me he had my back and to go. So I went, I didn’t really have a choice, did I? I followed the bastard back out to the yard…” Harry’s eyes were far away, like they were watching the past.
Hermione, however, sat stunned for a moment before she whispered. “Lucius Malfoy was with his wife during the entire battle in the Great Hall. Did Narcissa help you more?”
“What?” Her questioned seemed to pull Harry out of his memories. “No – not Lucius – it was Draco.”
Hermione felt her eyes go wide as she choked out. “Draco? As in – Draco Malfoy? He told you he had your back?”
“Yes.”
“No,” she made an inarticulate noise of disbelief combined with disgust. “There’s no way, Harry. Draco is horrendous. Absolutely awful. He’s…inhumane…in his cruelty. It’s … Harry, you must be mistaken. He’s practically as in love with Voldemort as Bellatrix is!”
Harry looked confused for a moment. “I thought the Malfoys were protecting you? Keeping you safe? Aren’t you…” His cheeks turned pink before he was able to spit out, “Aren’t you pregnant with Draco’s child?”
Hermione’s eyes darkened with fury. “Only because he rapes me on a daily basis,” she spat.
All the color drained out of Harry’s face and he raised his hands to his temples in disbelief. “Snape said…” He swallowed hard and she felt bad when tears splashed over his cheeks. “Hermione, Snape said Malfoy was keeping you safe. The way he’s been keeping Ginny safe. That he was doing his best to make sure you weren’t harmed. That you were okay.”
“Lucius.” Her voice was just barely above a whisper. “Lucius Malfoy keeps me as safe as he can, but now that Draco has knocked me up, his control over the situation has reduced dramatically.”
“I’m…sorry, Hermione.” Harry took her tea cup, which was rattling on her saucer, out of her shaking hands and laced his fingers with hers. “I’m sorry for everything you’ve been through. I don’t know what is going on with Draco, but I assure you – he helped me. I would be dead if it weren’t for him. Lupin said was Draco’s stunner that took me out before the AK got me. If Draco hadn’t gotten me first, I’d be dead.”
Hermione felt something in her mind whirl and reach for an answer. It…didn’t make any sense. If what Harry remembered was real – and he seemed so sure that it was – it didn’t make any sense that Draco would treat her like he did. He wasn’t just cruel to her, though, was he? He was a sadistic bastard. Nasty to everyone who had a decent bone in their body – even his dog!
“In the confusion of the aftermath, Lupin and Kingsley transfigured some debris into my dead body and stole me away.” He let out a shaky breath.
“It…it took weeks for me to heal – they weren’t even sure I was going to make it. Too much trauma. Mental and emotional more than physical. The stunner hadn’t been deadly, obviously, but I guess with you missing and Ron dead…so many dead…” He shook his head, trying to rid himself of the faces he’d never see again. “Mentally I tried to give up. The Healers we have working with us think it was grief that made me stay comatose for as long as I did.”
“I don’t believe that. Whatever Draco hit you with was probably what almost killed you,” Hermione scoffed.
“It was a stunner, Hermione. One stunner isn’t deadly. Draco was terrified for his parents. He was helping me!” Harry seemed determined to make her believe it – but how could she? How could she? She resigned herself to listen to him continue, even through her mental protests.
“When Snape reached out to the Order, we were floored that he was still alive. I had been so sure…he reported that he isn’t sure how he survived, but that Voldemort’s team of healers saved him.”
“I know how he survived,” Hermione offered. “Narcissa Malfoy found him – Lucius petrified him to stop the bleeding.”
Harry seemed to take that bit of information in for a moment before he nodded and continued, “Anyway, when Snape reached out to us, Remus immediately went to meet with him. I had his memories – the ones he gave us in the shack. I knew what side he was really on. At that point I was awake and talking even if I was on bedrest. I think you pretty much know the rest – or at least can guess.”
“What memories?”
Harry looked surprised for a moment before he answered very quietly. “They’re very private, ‘Mione,” his tone was gentle. “I don’t feel comfortable sharing them; they’re not really mine to share.”
Hermione nodded, respecting his decision not to tell her even though she burned with curiosity. They were silent for a time, trying to figure out what to say to each other. “Are you okay?” he asked softly. “I mean, I know you’re not really okay, but are you going to be okay? When we win this, when you’re safe again, are you going to be alright?”
“I’m pregnant.”
“I know.” His answer was soft and he couldn’t look at her. “So’s Ginny – with Snape’s kid. Kids – twins. You know she told me she loves him?” His voice was filled with pain.
He glanced at her then and realized she didn’t look surprised. “You knew that already, didn’t you?”
“I did. It’s hard not to grow attached when he’s the only person who has been there for her. Their intimacy was forced at first, but when she realized how he was protecting her, she couldn’t help herself. It was easy for her to love him. He’s been very good to her.” Hermione sighed and pulled her hand away from his to cover her face. “He loves her, too. I’m sure of it.”
“You sound like you’re speaking from experience…but I thought you said Draco –”
“Not Draco.”
He stared at her confusedly, until it hit him suddenly. His eyes grew almost as round as his spectacles. “Lucius Malfoy?”
“Don’t you know how he was granted entry to the Order?” she asked him, cocking her head to the side.
“They said Snape had a memory that was convincing, but I wasn’t told what. They’re still trying to make me lay low, but I’m really starting to get restless. There are too many people in danger. Too many people dying. ” He looked frustrated and Hermione gave him a sad smile. Same old Harry – always raring to go running headlong into the fight.
“Snape gave Remus a memory of Lucius drunk. It was after the paternity test – after we found out that the baby is Draco’s.” She paused and forced herself to look at her first and dearest friend, still barely daring to believe he was really there with her. “Lucius was yelling at Narcissa Malfoy’s portrait – telling her that he loved me and that Draco might as well be dead.”
Harry’s eyes dilated and his lips popped open in surprise. “Lucius Malfoy is in love with you?” he asked incredulously. She gave a small shrug, actually having to suppress a little grin. The thought of Lucius’ telling anyone that he was in love with her made her almost giddy. “Do you love him, Hermione?”
She smiled softly and gave a little nod. “I do.”
Harry averted his gaze, seemingly overwhelmed by the information. When he raised his eyes again, they seemed sad. “You know, I always thought it was going to be you and Ron, and me and Ginny. That we were going to be actual, honest to goodness family. That you’d be my sister, and he’d be my brother.”
Hermione felt her nose tingle with the threat of yet more tears. She coughed lightly to clear the lump in her throat. “I always thought that, too, Harry. It seems like another life, doesn’t it? Another world? So much has changed.”
She reached for him again and didn’t hesitate to help him pull her into his lap. “There’s one thing, though,” she added a few minutes later when they had been sitting comfortably together. Her head was on his shoulder, his chin rested in her curls.
“What’s that?” he murmured, gently rubbing her back with one hand while the other was entwined with her own.
“I always have been and always will be your sister, Harry. I love you.”
The hand rubbing her back stilled before pressing her more firmly to his chest. “I’ve always felt like you were the best big sister anyone could ever ask for.”
“You’re the brother I never had, nothing will ever change that.”
“Hermione?” he whispered into her hair. “I love you, too. I’m so grateful you’re alive.”
“That goes without saying, Harry.”
The jealousy that was clawing in his chest was cloying. Absolutely suffocating, and he didn’t understand it. Narcissa had flirted and toyed with other men while they had been married – and while he would have been upset had he ever discovered an actual affair – he, himself, had had other lovers. Never once, though, did it make him feel like this. Never once had Narcissa ever asked him to stop his affairs, nor did she even mention them bitterly in passing. She simply hadn’t really seemed to care. Especially after they had been told they couldn’t have any more children.
His and Narcissa’s union had been forced, however. They had come to care for each other, they had even loved each other in their own, unique way, but jealousy had never been part of their equation.
He wondered if he felt this way because Hermione was his. He was her first lover, even if the term had to be loosely coined. He was her protector and her confidant. Maybe it was because he was so much older than she? He wasn’t sure.
He did know that his love for her was real, however, and he hated how her affection for the ruddy Boy-Who-Lived-Over-And-Over-Again was rankling him. He felt her eyes on him and glanced at her while listening to the discussion of some tactical plans with Snape and the two heads of the Order of Phoenix, Remus Lupin and Bill Weasley. She smiled at him and he wanted to glower. How could she not realize what she was doing to him while she was hanging off the boy. Hugging and even fucking kissing him?
He snarled mentally and looked pointedly away from her. He needed to pay attention to his new commanding officers. They were discussing their current plans to break into Azkaban, which Lucius felt was a fairly stupid idea. He was resigning to hear them out, however. Once he learned their plan, he kept his opinion to himself. They had it reasonably well planned and had numerous people inside. He felt they had a decent chance at success.
After the break out was discussed, Lucius was asked to go into detail about his workings with the Vampire’s and Veela. It was extremely well received and Lucius found himself filling with an odd sense of pride. It was something he had done even before he had been positive in his alliance with Severus. Something he had done for his witch. Something he had done right, for once in his miserable life.
When they finished with their discussion, Lucius looked back to the spot where Hermione and Potter had been only to find it vacant. The green-eyed monster in his chest growled alarmingly and Lucius immediately scanned the room only to find his witch curled in the Lightening-Bolt-Brat’s lap. They were both sleeping and, even in sleep, they were clinging to each other fiercely.
He pressed his lips together in a hard line and was about to stalk over to them and rip her out of the bloody boy’s lap when a small hand took his wrist. Her turned and met light brown eyes. Ginny Weasley looked up at him through her lashes.
“She doesn’t feel like that about Harry,” Ginny told him softly. “I was always so jealous of her in school because she was with him all the time. It’s not because she’s in love with him, though.” She paused when he raised his eyebrows as though trying to ask her what the hell she was talking about.
She scoffed at him, making him feel foolish. “She loves him – yes, but as a sister loves a brother. Not as a woman loves a man.”
Lucius felt the rage in his chest pop like the bubbles he used to blow for Draco as a child. He continued to study the earnest face of the young woman in front of him. “How did you get so wise, Madam Snape?”
She smiled wryly at him, but her eyes were sad as she answered. “War.”
“Indeed.”
After that, he was much more calm. Even when many young men passed Hermione around for embraces just before they departed after lunch.
When they left the Room of Requirement, Snape leaned and whispered close to his ear. “Guest wing on the second floor, third door on your left. Password is Dumbledore’s Army. Take some time for you and the girl. There’s a Portkey for your Manor leaving at five o’clock on the nightstand – it’s a Griffin figurine.”
They shook hands and Hermione hugged first Ginny and then Snape – much to his chagrin and Lucius’ amusement.
He found the slightly confused look on her face much more endearing then he ought to ten minutes later as they entered the guest suite.
“Where are we?”
He told her, shedding his outer robes while doing so. When her shoulders slumped with apparent relief, he understood immediately. She had been no where near ready to return to the Manor. “Come,” he murmured while gesturing to the couch. “Let us just relax together and talk for a bit.”
She followed him and allowed him to pull her down to snuggle into his side. A few minutes later, they were in their favorite positions. Her head in the hollow of shoulder, his hand buried in her hair, gently massaging her scalp. Their free hands were entwined. They didn’t speak for a long time, and her words made him warm with affection when she did.
“I miss you,” she whispered. “Especially at night.”
Lucius’ eyes slid closed and he tilted his face to press a kiss to her forehead. “That is an entirely mutual sentiment,” he assured her in a tender tone. Her fingers tightened around his.
They were silent, just basking in the other’s presence while sitting together, lightly touching. It was a novelty for him, one he felt he’d never grow tired of. Eventually, however, their desires took over.
With a cat-like stretch, Hermione arched her neck and pressed a warm, wet kiss to the underside of his jaw. Her hand, which was resting behind him, slid up to gently tug on his hair to angle his head so she had better access. The action caused him to grunt low in his throat, and he shivered before unlacing their hands in order to catch her chin and force her lips to meet his.
The breath before the kiss let him know that no matter how slowly he wanted to take this, it would be a fierce, fast coupling. It had been over two weeks since he’d had his hands on her body; since his cock had been buried deep in her wet, hot cunt.
He was not wrong, clothes were all but ripped off bodies, and she was on her knees with her hands curled into the back cushions of the davenport, begging him for release as he sunk into her from behind. Her pussy gripped him, squeezing in all the right places, causing him to make guttural sounds completely unbecoming of a man in his station.
She gasped and mewled and continued to beg oh, so prettily. He felt no need to tease and slithered his fingers across her still-flat belly before letting them delve into her slick slit, finding and stimulating the bundle of nerves there perfectly. It was only minutes before she was arching back into him, wrapping her arms around his neck from behind and yanking his lips over hers so he could swallow her cries of completion. He followed much too soon after that.
He didn’t mean for it to happen, he’d had every intention of resetting the portkey to deliver them to the Manor much earlier than five o’clock, but he seemed to have no control over his need to just be with her for a while.
They lay entangled and naked on the couch with Lucius’ cloak draped haphazardly over them and talked like lovers for a while before he initiated a second round of lovemaking. He took his time with her as he had initially wanted to, bringing her to orgasm twice before carrying her to the bed and curling her legs around his waist so he could look in her eyes as he made her come a third time, sobbing his name against his deep, drugging kisses.
They fell asleep for a while, and Lucius was glad he’d had the foresight to set an alarm with the tempus charm, or they would have missed the damn portkey. Just before the griffin statue lit up bright blue, she leaned up to kiss him sweetly. “I love you. Thank you so much for today. It will help me get through these next weeks.
“I love you, Hermione,” he answered before closing her fingers around the figurine. The jerk of a fishhook behind his navel signaled the end of their perfect afternoon.
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