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A Different Kind of Hero	By : JunjouSlashGirl Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 53264 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 10
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Chapter 37: Hermione's POV (Just a Little Extra)
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Hermione stepped out of the hearth behind Ron, and from the festive silence into utter chaos. Spells were flying from left to right; Mrs. Weasley looked completely dishevelled as if she had been hunted by something, and on top of all the racket could be heard what sounded like loud inhuman snickering. A glance at the kitchen table across from her showed her the reason for the chaos:
The gnomes that usually resided in the Weasley's garden had somehow managed to get inside the house, probably driven by the early and especially hard winter, and were now emptying every cupboard and shelf. The redheads were trying to hinder them from leaving with their food, but it was clear that they were not successful as all that was left by now were some apples and potatoes.
"What the…?" Ron asked next to her, just when a gnome jumped to avoid a stunner and ran giggling out of the back doors.
"I guess they are hungry," Hermione mused, still too shocked by the crazy scene playing in front of her and too afraid of getting hit by a stray curse to step further into the kitchen.
"But we are hungry as well!" Ron protested weakly as if that would change the gnomes' minds and make them bring their reserves back.
The chaos continued for 15 more minutes and only ended when the last gnome had left with the last potatoes and slammed the back door closed behind itself.
Molly fell on a chair in exhaustion, and Hermione finally decided that she could dare leave her safe spot just next to the hearth.
"Mrs. Weasley, what happened?" She asked, even though she had already figured it out.
"I don't know!" Mrs. Weasley threw her hands into the air as if not able to accept that her kitchen had just gotten looted. "When I came down from packing Arthur and my trunk, they were already there and carrying food out! It must be the cold!"
"Far too intelligent, those creatures are," Mr. Weasley sighed and plopped down on a chair next to his wife, only to be followed by his sons and only daughter.
"What are we going to do now?" Mrs. Weasley asked in an exasperated voice. "The Christmas dinner is safe luckily, as I had put the ingredients into the trunk earlier, but there is nothing left for tonight or breakfast tomorrow and the market has already closed!"
"Is there truly nothing left?" The twins asked in unison, but Mrs. Weasley only shook her head sadly and exclaimed "What a disaster!”
Hermione agreed that it truly was a disaster for the passionate housewife, even though she could not exactly connect with her exasperation, therefore she kept silent for now; but in the next moment she wished she had at least tried to come up with an idea, when Ginny loudly suggested: "Why don't we all go to Harry? I am sure he has food and he is expecting us tomorrow anyway; a few hours earlier won't matter."
Mrs. Weasley perked up and Hermione quickly interjected "But he has a date with his mate right now, we shouldn't intrude," she truly wished that Harry could just enjoy his evening with his two mates; he deserved it after the difficult period he had with his second mate and the stressful past few weeks; and even more importantly, she didn't want Ron to find out about the sex of Harry's mates today and have to deal with his bad mood on Christmas. Surely Harry didn't imagine his Christmas like that either.
"But didn't he want to introduce her at Christmas anyway? It will just be a day or two earlier," Ginny argued and Hermione saw Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Fred, George, and even Bill and Charlie exchange a look; apparently, the two oldest Weasley sons had been informed about Harry's mate.
"Hermione is right, it would be impolite to intrude on their date," Mr. Weasley finally said to Hermione's relief, but neither Ginny nor Ron apparently wanted to give up easily. Ron because the thought of going longer than three hours without food was apparently not even imaginable, and Ginny because she most likely wanted to get a glimpse of Harry's girlfriend and find a way to break them up.
"But Harry surely won't mind, and you can make it up to Harry and his girlfriend with one of your roasts," Ron said, forgetting the fact that neither Harry, nor his mate would appreciate any food, but unfortunately Mrs. Weasley had apparently forgotten that fact as well, because she was starting to chew on her upper lip with indecision.
"But it still a date we would be interrupting and Harry has been looking forward to it, he had even planned something romantic," Hermione quickly said, hoping that she would hit a nerve by pulling out the romantic-card.
"But I am sure his girlfriend," Ginny objected and wrinkled her nose as if the thought of Harry even considering somebody else other than her was disgusting, "will be happy to get to know us, we are his family after all."
Hermione opened her mouth again, wanting to remind them of the fact that Harry finally had a father now, but Ron was faster and whined:
"Mum, we are five growing boys, you aren’t really considering letting us starve until tomorrow?"
This seemed to be the breaking point for Mrs. Weasley. "You are right, I cannot do that and Harry is such a dear; I am sure he will understand. One of you needs to go and call Sirius and Remus, tell them to come over in half an hour."
Hermione helplessly buried her face in her hands, praying that they would not walk in on Harry doing something with his two male mates, because she could honestly not predict who would blow up worse; Ron, who refused to see Harry as anything but the strong hero, Sirius who still saw his innocent godson in the boy or Remus with his protective werewolf Mooney as an alter.
Charlie, who had gone to floo call Sirius and Remus, came back and deciding quickly, she stood up as well and left for the fireplace in the living room. The room was luckily empty as she entered and crouched down in front of the glowing hearth and tossed some floo powder into the hearth, before calling:
"Professor Snape Private Quarters!" After only a few seconds her call was accepted and she stuck her head into the flames. The Potions Master was sitting in an armchair just to her left, a heavy tomb on his lap and looking more than displeased at being interrupted.
"Miss Granger, to what do I owe the pleasure for receiving a floor call from you on one of my few days off; it cannot have something to do with my son for once, as he is with his mates and we'll protect," the man sneered and Hermione wondered how a human (or nonhuman, in this instance) could be so caring on one hand and so foul tempered on the other. Dismissing the question, she bit down on her bottom lip and before answering, "He is not in danger as such, but it has something to do with him…"
"And what" Professor Snape huffed in cleared annoyance "could cause my son trouble when he is in the company of his two mates; who, by the way, I trust completely?"
That statement somehow confused Hermione; the man didn't seem like someone who would easily entrust his son with anybody, especially after the way Harry's second mate had behaved in the beginning, but she quickly explained, "The gnomes emptied the Weasley’s kitchen and they are planning on flooring over to Harry in about twenty minutes, Sirius and Remus will be joining them as well…" she almost withdrew from the floo when the Professor jumped up, cursing.
"Thank you for informing me, Miss Granger, I appreciate it and I am sure Harry will as well, I will see you at Privet Drive," the man said, before shutting the floor connection in her face. Hermione stumbled backwards and landed harshly on her butt, not knowing if she should be angry about the unfriendly dismissal or astonished over the honest thanks. In the end, she simply shook her head and returned to the kitchen, just in time to see Sirius and Remus arrive.
"Oh Mooney, I am so excited, we will finally see Harry's cute little girlfriend," Sirius just snickered. "I am sure she is beautiful and just as innocent as he is, maybe even a few years younger; they will be so cute together! Did you bring the camera, I want to take some funny photos to show them to their children in a few years…" the animagus rambled on, while Remus already looked slightly annoyed. Hermione only sighed in sadness, it was difficult enough for Harry not being able to have children, but Sirius could make it even more difficult; maybe she should talk to him, but no, she still hoped for a miracle and that Harry would somehow be able to talk himself out of the mess they would be causing.
Ten minutes later they had all shrunken and pocketed their trunks and were lining up in front of the fireplace.
"I will go first and warn Harry that you lot will be arriving," Mrs. Weasley announced and threw her daughter, who was pouting, a warning look. Hermione couldn't believe how badly Ginny's obsession with Harry had grown out of hand.
"Mrs. Weasley," Hermione tried softly, her voice slightly breaking, but she coughed gently to get rid of the lump in her throat.
"Yes, dear?" Mrs. Weasley looked at her, obviously distracted, but as always sympathetic towards anyone's issues. "Maybe I should go first?" Hermione smiled and blushed when Molly Weasley frowned. "I just mean, Harry is on a date and maybe they, you know…" her cheeks blushed even more.
But Mrs. Weasley laughed and waved her hand in a dismissive way. "Oh, come on dear, our sweet Harry won't be doing anything improper so early in his date." she said with utter conviction.
"But..", Hermione tried but she already saw Mrs. Weasley disappear into the fireplace, followed by the twins, then Ron, and finally, she stepped into the hearth as well and was swirled away while her body tensed in apprehension.
The first thing Hermione noticed as she stepped out at the other side of the connection was that magic hung heavily in the air. She was not sensitive by any stretch of the word, but she could clearly feel three different signatures; one was clearly Harry's and the other two were fairly similar, as if they belonged to brothers. Frowning, she turned to Ron who was also looking confused. Behind them the rest of the group arrived, but only when Ginny asked "So, where is he?" did she notice Mrs. Weasley standing stiffly in front of a shimmering barrier.
"Mum?" Ron asked, stepping next to his mother and gasped. Suddenly afraid of what she would find, Hermione slowly approached the barrier. With every step, the magic around her grew heavier and almost alluring, like an invisible power that had suddenly grabbed her and was now pulling her in the direction of the doorway. She walked in a daze, unable to fight the strong control of her friend's magic. As she finally reached the living room, she came to an abrupt halt and snapped out of her stupor for a quick moment.
There, between the pillows and blankets they had laid out on the floor, sat Harry, dressed in nothing but a short, white silk gown. To his left sat none other than Draco Malfoy and across from him Lucius Malfoy. Draco leaned forwards, seemingly asking something because Harry hastily looked at the floor and bit down on his bottom lip like he tended to do when especially nervous. He finally said something, but Hermione couldn't see anything happening as his friend closed his eyes in concentration, although the magic around them rose and swirled again.
A long pause rose then in which she desperately tried to comprehend what she was seeing. Had the Malfoy’s just come by and interrupted Harry in his preparation? But her gut was telling her that she just didn't want to acknowledge the facts she was seeing, and it grew impossible as Draco took her friend's small hand and pulled him to his feet.
"What's wrong?" She absentmindedly heard Sirius ask and felt him step up behind her, but she couldn't answer as she watched Harry, Draco Malfoy's arch rival of over four years stand there calmly as the older teen opened the raven's silk sash and let it fall to the ground. She wanted to gasp at the sight in front of her, but the magic was controlling her again, therefore she could only stand rooted to the spot, her eyes on the sickly thin frame, but some instinct inside of her, told her that she still was missing something important, something hidden by a strong glamour probably.
The younger blonde's ice blue orbs were now tracing her friend's body hungrily, while Lucius Malfoy rose as well and stepped behind Harry, with the same devouring expression in his cold eyes; only that neither pair was cold anymore. Instead, they burned with a deep love and devotion and suddenly many comments Harry had made over the last couple of months made sense, and it was even more than that. Harry had found his mate by chance while he had been staying at Privet Drive with his dad and Lucius Malfoy; it had sounded as if a third person had been involved and it had probably been done on purpose. She also suddenly remembered quite clearly how Harry had run off to his mate during their stay at Grimmauld Place, but it had never happened a second time after Mr. Malfoy had arrived, although they still had been there for over two weeks after the incident. And Harry had found out about his second mate on the same day Draco had returned to Hogwarts. He had even told her that he and his second mate had difficulties because the boy was just like Draco, only that the other dominant hadn't been just like him, but in fact had been him.
Even the fact that Harry and his mates had experienced so many problems in the beginning, wasn't difficult to understand anymore, considering that Draco was Lucius' son and Harry's rival at the same time. The way Harry had overreacted over some of Draco's stupid remarks suddenly made sense too, or his angry looks whenever he had seen the blonde with Parkinson or Greengrass; it must have been horrible to see his own soulmate going off with girls. And Harry had even told her and Ron earlier that his mate had very light blonde hair; how could she not have added one and one together? She had known that Harry had two male mates all along, and there were only two powerful, light blonde haired wizards in their world, why hadn't she seen it?
"I see, I am too late," drawled a quiet voice behind her and Hermione quickly turned around to Professor Snape, who was looking unfazed by what he was seeing in the living room.
"You knew, Professor?" She asked, even though she realized that it was a stupid question. The Potions Master gave her a look that told her just that, and drawled, "Why else would I be so calm and trusting towards his mates? I have known Lucius for over 20 years now and Draco for 17."
With and understanding nod Hermione glanced over the group that had by now gathered around her. They all looked confused, even those who knew about Harry having a male mate. For a quick moment she wondered why no one would believe that Harry could be happy with the Malfoy’s, they were humans as well after all, but when she turned back around she froze in shock at what she saw.
Draco Malfoy's hand had pushed forwards, closing around Harry's neck and was now lifting him up like a ragdoll. Anger was blazing in his eyes which had frozen over again, and he seemed to growl something to which Harry replied. Harry was carelessly dropped to the ground and sadness rose inside of her heart as she watched her small friend scrambling to his knees. Tears gathered in her eyes as she wondered why Harry couldn't for once have luck in his life. She forced herself to watch as the blonde teen buried his hand in Harry's thick hair and yanked him onto all fours, wanting to at least be able to be there for him tomorrow, but a second wave of shock nearly overwhelmed her as Draco Malfoy unzipped his trousers and pulled his thick and clearly hard penis from his trousers. She wanted to jump forwards, tear the barrier down and help her friend, but suddenly she noticed that she couldn't move an inch, and as she concentrated she felt Harry's magic weighing her down and making her unable to move. All she could do was look around, but she only saw more angry and exasperated faces as they in turn watched Harry, but she should not have done that.
Her body began to shake as she could do nothing more than watch helplessly as Draco Malfoy pushed his penis into her friend's small mouth and started to rape it violently. A thousand curses she had never even dared consider using, ran through her mind but she couldn't do anything, the magic still held her tightly. Desperately she tried to fight against the restraints, but Harry's magic was too powerful, even when it had only been activated subconsciously. Her desperate efforts however, were interrupted when an ice cold hand lay down gently on her shoulder and she shivered.
"Miss Granger, do not forget that Harry and his mates are not human, neither am I," the voice of Professor Snape whispered nearly inaudible.
"Do you mean to say that this is… this is…?" She couldn't even speak it out loud, not able to connect the violent picture in front of her to the romantic notion of mating.
"A mating ritual, correct. Look at his face closely; does he look like the victim of a violation?"
Gulping, Hermione forced her eyes to wander down to Harry's face, she had avoided it until now, not wanting to see how the Slytherin’s penis entered and left her friends mouth over and over again with a force that could only be considered inhumanly brutal, but now she did and Harry's father was right. A tranquil, even happy expression lay on that young face of her best friend, as if he had not even once considered being anywhere else other than in front of Draco Malfoy, as if he belonged there. Could it be possible that Harry had planned to mate with his mates tonight and had even known how the evening would progress? That thought send a shiver down her spine; just then Draco Malfoy stiffened in front of her friend and Harry's throat started to make swallowing motions.
Relieved that they wouldn't have to watch the real mating, she tried to turn around, only to realize that she still couldn't and as she looked back to the scene, she instantly knew why; apparently the three mates were not yet finished.
To her utmost horror, the group of three seemed to continue their mating. Apparently, they did not notice their unwilling spectators. Hermione wasn't sure if it had to do with their lustful activities or the heavy magic in the air.
After not only Draco but now Lucius as well had descended down upon Harry, they thankfully arranged themselves in a way that did not force Hermione to be able to see their intimate parts. Instead, she could see the expressions of both Malfoy's, and once again was struck by the knowledge that what was happening right there was an act of consent.
Her hand covered her mouth when she saw the first trail of blood. Many gasps were heard throughout the group standing outside the barrier. Professor Snape, who was still standing close to Hermione, spoke up once more, "I need you to remember that they aren't human. Blood and pain that aren't caused maliciously are in fact considered as an intimate gesture Miss Granger." He spoke quietly, knowing that apart from Hermione no one else would be open to any exclamations now. Maybe never.
In the room, Lucius and Draco had undressed and were now almost violently spreading Harry's legs. Her eyes widened in disbelief, as she watched the two tall Malfoy’s lower themselves in between her friend's legs and in the next moment, they simultaneously thrust forwards. Harry's back arched and on his face lay an expression of utmost bliss as his mouth moved in an inaudible moan. The two males on top of him started moving, but Hermione noticed that Harry continued to lay impassive and limp, only sometimes his hips seemed to twitch as if he wished to participate more in the intercourse, but she mused that it wasn't his place right now. She would have thought the fact sad, but the expression on Harry's face kept the thought away from her, there was no denying that he enjoyed what his mates were doing to him.
Suddenly Harry's whole body twitched violently and his mouth opened in a silent exclamation. In the next moment Lucius and Draco Malfoy sped up their movements and Hermione's flush deepened to a dark lilac. She wanted to look away, she knew what was coming, but by now the magic was restraining her so strongly, that she couldn't have lifted a single finger.
Harry was closing his eyes now, his lips moving in incoherent words, which she could still not hear, but she didn't need to, as Lucius’ free hand rose to rub and tease her friend's pale nipples and Draco reached down; fortunately, that particular sight was blocked from Hermione's view.
In the next moment Harry cried out, his eyes rolling into the back of his head and a blinding, golden light exploded from all three of them. Hermione had to close her eyes to shield them from the painful brightness, but as soon as she noticed the light growing weaker, she opened them again, only to come face to face with the most beautiful sight she had ever seen:
There, in the middle of the light lay Harry, his mates pressed tightly, almost desperately against him. The normally so cold-hearted Malfoy’s had buried their faces into the smaller boy's neck, nuzzling it tenderly for a while, before they rolled off of Harry and cuddled together. Harry's eyes were already drooping, Hermione could see that, but Lucius and Draco began to softly comb through her friend's messy hair, and stroke his body lovingly.
As she finally noticed that she could move again, she turned around with a soft smile on her lips; she was so happy that Harry had found such deep love, but her expression fell as she met the enraged face of her friend Ron, the murderous looks of Remus and Sirius, the tears in Mrs. Weasley's eyes and confusion in the other's faces. Only Fred and George were grinning like Cheshire cats, at least they would support Harry.
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