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A/N: Hey, everybody. I've got two chapters for you, but I won't put up 40 till tomorrow.
DS:”I got a bit carried away with this chapter and the next one and had to come back to it when my hands were free.”—I’m glad you found it so inspirational :) “okay, so this implies some sort of platonic affection but then the following seemed to suggest more . . . did you say non-sexual?”—Never! I don’t know if non-sexual is in my vocabulary.
39—Accompaniment
“I said, Doctor (Doctor), Mr. M.D. (Doctor), now can you tell me, tell me, tell me what’s ailin’ me?”—The Young Rascals
(Severus) 
Severus awoke the next morning with his arm trapped beneath both Hermione and Draco, his fingers tingling with numbness. Turning, he found Lucius watching him, Malfoy’s grey eyes still half-lidded with sleep’s serenity.
“How long have you been awake?” Snape whispered.
“Just a few minutes.”
“What are we going to do with her today?”
“You mean if her eyes aren’t back to normal? I know a private mediwitch in London. We could take her there. She’d be discreet.”
“What do you think happened to her last night?”
“I’ve no idea. What do you think happened?”
Severus had some theories, but he was loath to jump to any depressing conclusions. “I couldn’t say. Don’t you find it odd that she says she felt completely fine beforehand?”
“She was probably swimming in endorphins. Perhaps she simply missed the warning signs.”
Snape had thought of that, but it didn't ease his conscience to hear Lucius validate his reasoning. “I pushed her too hard.”
“Don't be ridiculous; she loved it.”
“I should have been watching out for her.”
Lucius pursed his lips into a thin line then shook his head. “Don’t start blaming yourself, Severus. We were all there. And you took excellent care of her. You’re not psychic—you couldn’t have predicted that.”
"Do you think we should stop fucking her all at once?”
Hermione’s eyes popped open. “That’s a horrible idea.”
“You heard the lady,” Lucius said with a chuffing laugh.
Shifting around to see her better, Severus motioned for her to sit. “Come up here, Miss Granger. How are you feeling? Still seeing the glow?”
She looked at them both and nodded. “It’s just the same.”
“But you feel all right?”
“Well, my bladder’s ready to explode, but other than that, I’m fine.”
Draco lifted his head with a deep yawn. “How’s your bum feel?”
“Like I was in a rear-end collision with a Firebolt,” she said, smiling as if that wasn’t as bad as it sounded.
Severus put one hand to her chin and turned her head, searching her eyes for any abnormalities. “I’ll see to your arse in a minute.”
This time it was unmistakable. There was a strange metallic glint in her irises. It looked like the burst of gold in the striated layers of tiger’s eye, flashing when her face was at certain angles. Either it had become more pronounced while she slept, or the dim lighting of the previous night had hidden its brilliance. Severus kept his face impassive to hide his anxiety, but he didn’t think aureate irises sounded like a good sign. Something had happened to her. Possibly something permanent.
“I think we should go have you checked out today. I want to make sure you’re really as healthy as you feel.”
“Where are we going?”
“London,” Lucius told her. “Veronique will like meeting you. Are you up for an adventure?”
“What do you mean an adventure?”
“I mean Veronique is . . . very thorough. And . . .”
“Handsy,” Draco finished for him. “There’s a reason father’s so fond of her ‘healing.’”
Lucius didn't appear offended by the assertion; he merely shrugged one shoulder and smiled. “Draco used to pretend to be sick so she’d give him a good going over.”
“I learned a lot from those checkups,” Draco quipped.
Severus wasn't amused. “We have to take her to someone good, not your hired medi-lust.”
“She’s the cleverest mediwitch I know,” Lucius countered. “Brilliant really. She’s been summoned all over the world. If there’s something wrong with Hermione, Veronique will find it.”
“Are you certain?”
“Absolutely.”
“Very well, but if she doesn’t impress me, we’re taking her someplace else.”
“Of course,” Lucius said dismissively, confident his choice was above reproach.
“You’d better put on clean knickers, love,” Draco teased, kissing her neck as he sat up. “And wash away all that cum from last night. She might want to put you in the stirrups.” His brow bounced up and down in a rakish dance.
Rather than responding with denial or disgust, Hermione just looked confused. “To check my eyes? I don’t think she can see them from down there.”
“You never know what Veronique is going to do,” Draco said. “Better safe than sorry.”
Severus ran his hand down her back. “Go ahead and use the loo. I’ll check your bum as soon as you're done and heal anything that's too uncomfortable.”
“The exam before the exam?” Hermione asked with a suggestive grin. When he gave her a small smile in return, she leaned in, pecking him on the lips, and as she drew back, the gold made another appearance, spiking through her gaze like lightning—there one second and gone the next.
“I know how much you enjoy a good test,” he said evenly, affecting the blankest expression in his repertoire to disguise his worry.
“And everyone will be there to see?”
Severus had momentarily forgotten their discussion from the night before. Trust her to remind him. Who knew they’d snagged such an exhibitionist? “That was the deal. Go on. Get that bladder empty so you can lie across my lap without wetting the floor.”
Squealing in excitement, Hermione bounded from the bed and raced for the bathroom, clearly eager for the inspection to begin. Severus watched as her bum disappeared through the door with a jaunty jiggle, his thoughts torn between arousal and concern. 
He wouldn’t mention the eye condition to anyone else yet. 
Not until he had some idea what they were dealing with.
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Utilizing the convenience of side-along Apparition, the four of them relocated to a deserted alley on the outskirts of an upperclass London neighborhood. It wasn't near Diagon Alley, so Severus hoped they wouldn’t run into anyone they knew; but to play it safe, Draco was holding Hermione's hand while Severus and Lucius followed from a safe distance. If anyone did see them, they needed to maintain the illusion of Draco’s sole involvement with her.
In an effort to blend in with the surroundings, the three men had stepped outside their comfort zones and donned Muggle clothing. Severus and Lucius had opted for lightweight linen trousers and cotton dress shirts, but Draco had gone for affluent-casual in his khaki shorts and white polo shirt. Forgoing her usual denim shorts in favor of something that would be easy to remove, should she be asked to disrobe, Hermione had chosen a long violet peasant skirt and paired it with a thin camisole. Spaghetti straps again. No bra. All he could see were her pointy little tits struggling to saw their way out of that too tight prison. Even if the mediwitch didn’t grope her, this was going to be the most lascivious office visit in the history of medicine.
They started down a tree-lined street, but Hermione froze after a few steps, looking around as if she’d been there before, staring at the houses and then turning to watch a man jog by with a corgi.
Lucius and Severus hurried forward to find out what was wrong.
“It’s not just you three,” she explained in a tense whisper. “The colors are on everyone. Even the dog. And it’s not as strong, but the plants too. The trees.”
All of Snape’s suspicions coalesced into one certainty. “And they’re all different?”
“Mostly, yes.”
“All right. I’m sure the mediwitch will be interested to hear that. Let’s keep moving.”
He wanted to rub her back, but physical contact was best avoided in public, so Severus jammed his hands into his pockets to keep them occupied. They walked to the end of the block, and Draco steered her to the house on the corner, where he rapped the door with a sharp tattoo of his knuckles. A woman in mediwitch robes answered, smiling brightly at Draco, and when she spotted Lucius and Severus coming up the walk, she welcomed them in with a warm wave. The woman shook Hermione’s hand, and Draco made the introductions as Lucius and Snape slipped through the front door.
The interior had the discombobulated feel of a home that had been converted into an office. A very eclectic office. There were artifacts and books covering every inch of visible space—as if an archeologist and librarian had exploded all over the walls.
The mediwitch had glossy black hair, which she'd pulled back in a smart bun, lending her a more studious profile. Facially, she was stunning, an exotic blend of European and middle-eastern descent. He could see why Lucius was so keen to play doctor with her. Her robes were open, and she wore a formfitting grey pencil skirt and a blue silk blouse underneath. She looked professional. But appearances could be deceiving.
“This way to my office,” she said as she led them through a maze of short corridors. “There’s more light back here in the morning, and I like to be able to see my patients.”
They entered the “office,” which was most likely a renovated study. There was indeed an exam table, but it was folded flat, the stirrups hidden. After Draco’s comment that morning, Severus couldn’t help picturing Hermione spread out on it. Naked. Legs apart. Pussy gleaming. How distracting.
Veronique beckoned Hermione to one side. "Please, Miss Granger, come over here by the window so I can see you properly.”
She stood Hermione in a block of sunlight, while Lucius, Draco, and Severus meandered toward the clearest expanse of floor space. All they could do was wait and watch. There wasn’t really anyplace to sit except the exam table and the little rolling stool, but they were too keyed up for sitting anyway. They’d stand.
Veronique slowly circled Hermione, peering at her as if searching for a clue. After two laps, she stopped and leaned in, sniffing near Hermione's shoulder. Hermione looked at her as if she were mental, which made Veronique laugh.
“What have you three been doing to this poor girl?”
“Are we that obvious?” Lucius asked, his tone more prideful than contrite.
The mediwitch chuckled under her breath and went about her business. “Why don’t you tell me what’s been going on while I run some diagnostic charms,” she said to Hermione.
“Um . . . sure,” Hermione muttered. “Well . . . ever since last night, I’ve been seeing strange colors around people. When we were coming here this morning, I found out I can see it around animals and plants as well.”
Veronique was concentrating on her charm casting, but she nodded. “Since last night. Did something happen last night that might have been a factor in this new talent?”
Hermione blushed. “It happened after we . . . were . . . you know . . . together.”
The mediwitch paused. “What, all four of you?”
“They each took me one after the other,” Hermione explained, he voice dropping to a whisper.
Veronique’s black eyebrows lifted, and she glanced over at them then back at Hermione. “I’m surprised you were able to drag yourself out of bed this morning. Was that the first time you’d all been together?” she asked as she returned to her examination.
“Oh no,” Hermione assured her. “Not at all.”
“Did anything seem different?”
“Uh . . . ” Hermione looked at them for help. “It was . . . different. They all sort of . . . buggered me.”
A smile of understanding settled over Veronique’s lips. “That was the first time?”
“Yes.”
“Ever? You’ve never done it with anyone else?”
“No, it was the first time with real live people. Toys are a whole other story.”
Veronique laughed heartily. “Yes, they are. Were you nervous?”
“Yes. But after . . . a few . . . orgasms, I was okay.”
“Orgasms are a potent remedy,” the mediwitch confirmed. “Why don’t you tell me exactly what happened. I can’t find anything with the diagnostic charms, so I’ll try a whole body scan. This might tickle.”
Hermione nodded in assent and started on her story, relaying the night’s events as factually as possible, starting with the enema and finishing with the explosive orgasm and fainting at the end. As the story unfolded, Snape surreptitiously spied on his cohorts. Hearing Hermione talk about having her arse penetrated inspired a rather noticeable bulge in Draco's shorts. Lucius was also hard but doing a much better job of hiding it. If Severus wasn’t mistaken, Hermione was equally turned on, and Veronique was breathing a little heavier.
The mediwitch slowly ran her wand over every inch of Hermione, muttering a constant spell under her breath that rose and fell like a song. Lucius hadn’t been lying about her being thorough. But had she even looked in Hermione’s eyes? Had she seen the gold foil?
When the scan ended, the black-haired witch shook her head. “As far as I can tell, you’re healthy as a Hippogriff. I’d like to run some more specific tests now that you’ve told me what brought it on.”
“Okay,” Hermione said cautiously. “What kind of tests?”
“I’d like see if that gold in your eye is triggered by arousal.”
Hermione’s mouth opened several times, but no sound emerged. Severus prepared to request a short break so she could get her bearings, but Hermione found her voice before he could speak.
“How are you planning to test that, and what gold in my eye?”
Veronique took Hermione's hand and held it reassuringly. “Why don’t we just start with you touching yourself while I watch your eyes. And the gold is . . . hard to describe. I take it you haven’t looked in the mirror much this morning.”
“I did,” Hermione protested. “I washed my face and brushed my teeth. I checked my clothes.”
Veronique smiled. “You saw but you didn’t really look. I’ll find you a mirror before you leave so you can see for yourself. I’m surprised one of your partners didn’t notice it.” She shot them a disapproving look over her shoulder.
“I noticed it last night,” Snape confessed quietly. “It’s become much more pronounced since then.”
Huffing in exasperation, Hermione gave him a sharp look. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I didn’t want to scare you. You needed your rest. And there was a good chance it might’ve been gone by the morning, so I thought it best to just wait.”
“It’s nothing to worry about,” Veronique told her. “It’s not causing you any harm, and there's absolutely no damage to your eyes. I’ve checked three times. Now, would you like to sit down, or would you prefer to remain standing?”
Hermione bit her lip and gave the table a wary glance. “I guess that depends on how, exactly, you’d like me to touch myself.”
“You seem nervous. Why don’t you sit over here and try to relax.”
Hermione followed her over to the exam table, and the metal steps automatically slid out for her to climb up. Perching herself on the edge, she neatly folded her hands in her lap but then a second later began to wring them them like a deranged washer woman.
Veronique smiled gently and stilled Hermione's hands with her own. “Please don't be frightened. It’s nothing I haven’t seen before. Just try touching yourself over your clothes until you start to get wet.” She gestured toward the men and asked, “Do you want me to send them out?”
“No!”
Laughing, the mediwitch tried again, “Do you want me to call them closer?”
“Maybe.”
"All right, you three, come lend some moral support.”
They started toward her, but Veronique held up her hand in warning.
“Don’t touch her though. If one of you is causing this, I need to be able to determine who. And I need to be able to separate her general reaction to sexual stimulation from her response to you three.”
Agreeing to her terms, they all surrounded the little table, careful to remain an arm’s length away. 
With a quick flick of her wrist, Veronique lit her wand. “I know the light will be distracting, but I need to see. Just start with something easy like your nipples. Do what you like; there’s no judgment from me.”
Severus could see Hermione was discomfited by not only performing for a stranger but also being in a unfamiliar place under such stressful circumstances. A nudge might be necessary.
“It’s all right, Miss Granger,” he purred, low and soothing. “Just pretend we’re at home and you’re sitting on the bed . . . giving Draco a good show. You know how much he loves watching you tease yourself. Look at him. He’s already hard for you. I know how much that turns you on. Put on a show for him now. Make him ache.”
Lucius and Draco were both smirking, used to Snape pushing her in the right direction; but Veronique was gaping at him, her chest rising and falling as her respiration accelerated.
Hermione looked at Draco, and her gaze immediately dropped to the distended column lining his shorts. Always eager to be of assistance, Draco lifted the front of his shirt with one hand to reveal the full majesty of his endowments, and as if that were her cue, Hermione cupped her breasts with both hands, her fingers blindly strumming her nipples.
“Bloody hell,” the mediwitch muttered, assessing Severus with a quick once over. “Is he always like that?”
Hermione laughed. “Yes.”
Raising her wand to begin observing, Veronique inclined her head appreciatively. “You must be a very happy witch.”
Hermione met Snape's eye for a moment and smiled. “Yes, I am.”
"Less chatting, more teasing,” Severus drawled. “I’d better see those tits poking through your shirt in less than two minutes or things are going to get very embarrassing for you.”
His threat must have come through loud and clear, because she jumped into action as if there were a time limit. Raking her nails over the taut material of her top, she jolted her nipples into pert alertness, waking them up for more vigorous action. The lilac fabric highlighted the budding beautifully.
“Look at Draco,” Severus murmured. “Do you remember how he tongued your breasts this morning during inspection . . . the warm suction as he drew you into his mouth . . . the slick swipe as he laved your rosy flesh? I can see you remember it vividly. Watch Draco as you pinch those nipples. Make sure he knows how much you appreciate his dedication. I expect those knickers to be nice and wet when we're through here.”
Her focus darted back to Draco, and she maintained eye contact as she plucked each tip to full strength, a whimper of need punctuating the fierce clamp of her fingers. Draco adjusted his dick and returned her stare with such desperation Severus wondered if the boy would make it back to the manor in one piece. They might have to commandeer one of Veronique’s rooms to keep him from hurting himself.
When Hermione was squirming and panting, quite possibly on the verge of humping the table, Veronique lowered her wand and tapped it absently against her hand.
“One of you touch her. Just put your hand somewhere on her skin.”
Lucius reached out to clasp her arm, but Hermione turned her shoulders slightly so he’d bump into her breast. With a devilish smile, Lucius slipped his fingers down her top and helped himself a healthy handful. Veronique’s gaze followed the path of his fingers as they disappeared beneath Hermione's shirt, but after several voyeuristic seconds, she resumed her duties and lifted her wand to check Hermione's response.
“Okay,” Veronique muttered. “Now Draco.”
Lucius stepped back, and Draco moved to her other side, one hand disappearing beneath the hem of her shirt to test the other breast. Hermione moaned quietly, her complexion feverishly pink, and Veronique tilted her head to study her eyes more closely.
“And Mr. Snape.”
Draco released her as Severus reached past Lucius to stroke her face. His finger trailed along her downy cheek, and Hermione leaned into his touch, a growly purr of need and pleasure whipping through her nose.
Veronique squinted. “Interesting. Now all of you at once.”
Lucius touched her shoulder while Draco took her hand; when she shivered, Severus pressed his palm to her cheek and caressed her face with the edge of his thumb. 
“Well,” Veronique said under her breath. “That’s rather conclusive.”
Licking her parched lips, and forcing herself back from the brink, Hermione spoke for them all, “What did you see?”
“The gold flares when you’re aroused and when they each touch you. But . . . when they all touch you at the same time, it becomes even more intense.”
Snape thought it was interesting too, but maybe not the same way the mediwitch did. “So we caused this.”
Veronique lowered her wand but continued to inspect Hermione’s eyes. “I don’t know what triggered it, but this was most definitely brought on by all four of you being together. I don’t know why it didn’t manifest earlier, but sexual magic isn’t predictable like other branches. There are many variables that can alter an outcome. It could have been the emotions brought on by a first anal experience. It could have been the number of orgasms. It could have been something seemingly unrelated. There’s no telling which ingredients combined to create this result. Are you sure nothing has ever happened before when you were all together?”
Severus shook his head, but Hermione nodded excitedly.
“Yes. Something did happen,” she exclaimed.
Veronique perked up. “What?”
“They all came on me,” Hermione said earnestly, “and it made my skin feel insane.”
“What do you mean?”
“It was like I was vibrating. Like a generator. It was gone by the next morning, but it left me feeling spacey and calm.”
“They all came on you,” the mediwitch repeated as if that were significant. “And did you come too?”
“Yes. All at the same time.”
“And did they all come inside you last night?”
“Yes. Do think they have magic semen?” Hermione asked in jest.
Veronique raised her eyebrows as if that wasn’t such a bad idea. “I think maybe, for you, it is.”
“Are you serious?”
“Quite.”
“But when we all get together, they always ejaculate either in or on me somehow. Why is it suddenly different?”
“That’s the million Galleon question,” Veronique said, her smile enigmatic. “Maybe whatever this magic is has been building up over time, and you finally just tipped it over the edge. Or maybe something else has changed that you haven’t identified yet.”
“We all came in the same place,” Draco suggested. “That’s not usual.”
Hermione nodded. "He's right. That first time, everyone came on my skin . . . and I . . . rubbed it all together. And last night they all came in my arse. All in the same place.”
Veronique shrugged thoughtfully. “Maybe that’s the common factor. You said they were all touching you at once too, didn’t you? Perhaps that’s enhancing it.”
“So what are we supposed to do about it?” Snape asked, his tone clipped with frustration. “Stop fucking her as a group?”
Hermione’s jaw dropped. “Absolutely not!”
Veronique held up a hand to silence them. “There seems to be a misunderstanding here. Mr. Snape is approaching this as a malady, something to be avoided. Is that how you see it, Hermione?”
The room was stone silent as Hermione sat thinking, her gaze wandering over each of them as if seeing them from a new angle. “No, I don’t. The whole colored lights thing is a bit weird, but . . . it’s not hurting me. And maybe it can be of use.”
“In what way?” Lucius asked.
“Well . . .” Hermione thought a lot longer that time. “Maybe the colors mean something.”
Veronique beamed as if Hermione had answered the ultimate riddle of the sphinx. “I believe you’re seeing auras—the energy emanating from a living thing.”
Snape had suspected the same thing; he just hadn’t seen that as a cause for celebration.
“Auras?” Hermione said, making a face. “That’s just divination hogwash.”
Veronique’s left eyebrow arched toward her hairline. “Is it? That’s strange, because I’ve met many witches and wizards on my travels abroad who had the same ability, and they never doubted their own eyes.”
"I thought you'd never seen this before?" Hermione returned. "If you knew what it was, why didn't you just say so?”
“Oh, I’ve never seen it take this form,” Veronique corrected. “Your gilded irises are a new one for me. And I’ve never met someone who had the ability fucked into them.”
Draco burst into snuffling guffaws, his attempts to hold back choking him with gaspy snickers.
At the sight of his laughing fit, Hermione succumbed to the giggles as well. “Technically, it was buggered into me,” she clarified through her tittering.
Draco snorted and kissed her forehead. “I think it’s wicked.”
Severus watched as Draco nuzzled Hermione's cheek, the soft warmth of their affection permeating the room. Perhaps they were right. Maybe her new aura vision wasn't so much an affliction as an ability. But he still wanted to know exactly what had brought on such a drastic reaction. Was their combined semen really the causal factor? He'd never heard of such a thing. There must be more scientific answers out there somewhere—perhaps in Lucius's library. The Malfoys had the most extensive collection of books on sexual magic Severus had ever seen. Statistically, there was bound to be something pertinent in at least one of them.
“If something goes wrong, you should come back to me immediately,” Veronique instructed Hermione. “But I really think this will only improve your life. A little extra information can only make things easier. This isn’t a curse. It’s a gift. Use it.”
Hermione grasped her hand gratefully. "Thank you. I do feel better about all this.”
“Excellent! Let me know if the power changes in any way. I like to keep detailed notes on all my patients—especially ones who present such unusual cases. I know a mediwizard in Argentina who would be fascinated by this.”
“Come on, Hermione,” Draco said, helping her off the table. “Let’s go find a mirror and see if I can turn your eyes into Galleons.”
“There’s one in the hall,” Veronique told him. “Next to the front door.”
The two of them ran off, and Lucius said goodbye to Veronique and thanked her for seeing them on such short notice. Severus followed Lucius back through the twisting halls, his thoughts lost in a maze of conjecture, wondering. Worrying.
They found Draco fondling Hermione’s breasts in the foyer, the two of them giggling madly as the mirror replayed their game of grope and glow; and for a moment, their joviality stood in such contrast to his own bleak outlook that Severus was struck cold by an unexpected realization: he'd traveled this perilous route before. His selfish actions had—once again—altered the course of someone's life. A witch he cared about.
Just a week earlier—a day earlier—she’d been healthy and whole, her world as it should be. 
And now all that had changed. Because of something he'd been a part of. Because of something he'd instigated. 
Yet there she was, smiling, giddy, rubbing her arse all over Draco as if her diagnosis were a cause for celebration. She wasn't upset at all. Was she not disturbed by the fact that her life had been completely transformed by one night of depravity? 
Apparently not. The gaiety of her laughter indicated not only acceptance but joy, and even though he didn’t understand it, Severus found a glimmer of hope in that sound. Hope for her as well as himself. Hope for their future as a foursome.
How did she do that? How could a laugh flip his mood like a coin? How did she blast apart his darkness without lifting a finger? Perhaps dubbing her a miracle-worker the night before hadn't been so far fetched. 
Dashing over, Hermione snagged Lucius and Severus by the fronts of their shirts and pulled them into her face. “Look at my eyes.”
"Yes, love," Lucius said, chuckling at her exuberance. “And you know how much I like gold.”
He kissed her cheek, and Hermione gave Severus a smile that said “everyone’s kissed me but you.” 
Sighing, Snape acquiesced and pecked her forehead. “That was for being so brave about all this,” he murmured. “And since you were such a good little girl for the mediwitch, I’ve got a nice lolly for you to suck on when we get home.”
Grinning widely, she wrapped her arms around him and tucked her face into the shelter of his neck. “I love your lolly, but I’d rather have a spank-fucking. Or both if you're up for it.”
Lucius smirked at him over her head. “I think we can find her an even better reward close by.”
Catching his drift, Severus nodded. “Should we let her chose her own?”
“She was awfully good for the mediwitch.”
“They’re not going to be busy this time of day.”
“That’s what I was thinking. We’ll have the place to ourselves.”
"I hope you brought money.”
“Don’t I always?”
Hermione poked him in the ribs. “Money for what? What are you two talking about?”
“Good little girls get to go to the toy store,” Severus murmured in her ear and then smacked her arse and gave her bouncy bum cheek a parting squeeze. “Go hold Draco’s hand. It’s time for some retail therapy.”
Accompaniment--a musical part that supports or partners a solo instrument, voice, or group.
"Good Lovin'" by the Young Rascals. Written by Rudy Clark and released in 1965. https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=g55XaECGBN0
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