Death Eater Double Team | By : Tigerrr Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 15510 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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******DISCLAIMER*****Not mine, not ever…but a girl can wish,
as well as attempt to kidnap Alan Rickman once Order of the Phoenix starts filming. DAMN that restraining order!!!!
A/N: Sorry about the
slow updates, my husband is hanging around being a pain and saying things like,
“What are you doing in there, Computer Maniac?”
Grrr. And speaking of “Grr,” I
would like to lodge a formal complaint against the makers of “Truly Madly
Deeply” for that horrific ‘stache. And I
won’t even go into the southern accent he’s saddled with in “Something the Lord
Made.” It traumatized me so much, I had
to turn off the tv…and I wasn’t even 10 minutes into the movie. I still need to watch the rest, lol.
Okay, lessee here – I believe Hermione was sucking all the
scent off of L’s robes and he was sneaking up on her when I so cruelly ended
the chapter…that sound about right? I
don’t think he deserves some touch just
yet, do you? *ducks thrown object*
WARNING: a tad of
dominance/submission will be appearing…juuuust a little bit, and pretty tame
besides. But, y’know, just wanted to
give warning so you won’t be completely squicked out when the time “comes.”
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Lucius Malfoy stretched out his hands as he snuck forward,
intent on getting an armful of sweet young witch. Just as his fingertips grazed the back of her
jumper, his progress was halted rather abruptly, and very rudely – he twisted around in outrage to find Severus Snape
standing behind him gripping the end of his braid. “Snape! Unhand me this instant,” he hissed.
Hermione whirled to face them, her face flaming (well, what they could
see of her face – most of it was still covered in black fabric – only her eyes
and forehead were visible) and she looked as if she had been accosted by a
Muggle “flasher.”
Severus looked from Lucius to Hermione, whose blush deepened
as she realized she still had the robes halfway up her nose. The young witch hastily discarded the
clothing and attempted to explain.
“Sir, I…I…came in here to give you the, umm, the
essay.” Merlin, she wanted to fall
through the floor – there was something to be said for good trapdoors. Lucius looked peeved about something, and she
wondered why on earth Se-Professor Snape
had a death grip on his braid. It must
be a Death Eater thing, she decided.
Severus looked down on her, tossing his head a bit to
resettle his long hair. “You came into
the bathroom to give Lucius the
essay?” He glanced over at his
friend. “I think the girl needs
corrective lenses – she has obviously mistaken your dirty laundry for your
person. Come to think on it, she might
also need to be enrolled in a substance abuse clinic…I’m told “huffing” can
become extremely addictive for those with weak constitutions.” His lip curled as his former student glared
up at him. “And you never can tell who
might take advantage of … weakness.” He
was pleased to see the slight shiver his words produced.
Hermione heard the warning as the erotic promise it was
obviously meant to be and was momentarily taken aback. Did he know how she thought of him? He couldn’t.
But he was a Legilimens, after all… maybe he peeked? He wouldn’t. Would he?
Time to make tracks, girl. Both men were studying her silently, so she
tried to backpedal. “Umm, Mr.
Malfoy. I was trying to find you and I
looked in here…I was going to find Professor Snape if you weren’t here, but I
heard a noise. It was Kreacher and he was...was…”
Severus helped her out.
“That thing has been fucking your shoes again, Malfoy.”
She turned pink at hearing the vulgar term (although she had
heard insults aplenty from her former professor, she had never heard him use
foul language) and had the ridiculous thought I wonder in what other ways he’s different away from school – and how
it would feel to hear him whisper such coarse words into my ear while he’s… she
snapped back to reality to hear Malfoy retort that his shoes smelled just fine
and perhaps Kreacher simply liked dragon hide, had that ever occurred to Snape? Oh, oh, they were looking at her again…and
moving forward at the same time!
Shit. Shit. Shit.
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Hermione lay in bed that night, tuning out the creaking of
the bedsprings across the room (Ginny had smuggled Harry in again for another
round of “let’s see who can grunt louder”) and this time, instead of being
disgusted by their proximity – it was HER room, too – or jealous at the action
she wasn’t getting, she was thinking about what had happened in Lucius Malfoy’s
bathroom before she finally got out of there.
One thing had been made sparkling clear, and that was the fact that if
she wanted her bed warmed …or just test-ride the mattresses currently residing
in Snape or Malfoy’s rooms, all she had to do was to say the word.
They had come up to her, one wizard on each side and looked
down at her with undisguised lust in their eyes. “Just admit the real reason you came here,
Granger,” Lucius purred, twining a lock of her hair around his finger slowly.
“I – I don’t know what you mean,” she stammered as Severus
reached out to touch her cheek with his fingertips, stroking lightly.
“I’m hurt, Miss Granger, that you would come to Lucius
first. After all, we two have known each
other longer, have we not?” His voice
turned her knees to jelly – she really was going to faint, she told
herself. She had inched closer to
spontaneous unconsciousness as both wizards pressed against her suddenly. Those had better be their wands…
Lucius rubbed himself blatantly against her side, enjoying
the friction. “Hermione…I may call you Hermione? We’ll get to the point. Severus and I have discussed this most
thoroughly and have come to an understanding that benefits all involved. We have been without female..companionship for quite some time, and
would not be averse to accommodating you in any fashion you may desire.” He gave a low laugh. “All you have to do is crook a finger at
either of us, my dear.”
Hermione gasped for breath.
Good Lord. And those were
definitely not wands.
Severus leaned close now.
“Hermione…you will accept him, or me, or even both of us…because we
intend to have you, do you understand?”
He knew she was interested; her pupils were so dilated they were nearly
all black, she was trembling violently…he hoped it was for him. He glanced at Lucius meaningfully and took
her hand, seeing the Death Eater grasp the other. Then they began to guide her hands down to
their painful erections, but as soon as she divined where they were headed, she
began to fight.
“No…no! Let me go,”
she protested. Lucius released her hand
unwillingly, but Severus pressed himself firmly into her hand an instant before
he let her go. She stumbled back, still
feeling the pulse of her former professor against her palm and dizzy with
it. “Read the scroll, please.” She made a break for it and was out of the
room before they knew it.
Now, in the darkness of her room, she smiled to think that
she had been wondering if they could ever see her in a sexual way. She pressed the pillow over her ears to shut
out Harry and Ginny’s caterwauling…it sounded as if a herd of elephants were
being molested.
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Lucius also lay in bed, thinking of the beautiful woman
three rooms away…damn Severus for
letting her get a feel! He shouldn’t
have let her hand go, should have done the same thing that idiot did. A good feel of what he had between his legs
and she would be up for it in seconds…instead he had let Severus get the touch
and watched in jealousy as she nearly drooled over it. Any road, she was warned of their intentions
now. Just the thought of pressing
between her thighs in combat training was worth the agony of forced
celibacy. Of course, once the other two
idiots had the basics of self-defense against Death Eaters, they could begin
their full-blown seduction of the witch.
Once it had become clear that both wanted to bed the lovely
Gryffindor, they had hammered out an agreement.
They would court her separately, take her on as many dates as she
required (he hoped it wasn’t too long, he was dying to fuck) and let her choose
which Slytherin would be her lover. He
kicked off the covers and spread his legs, envisioning Hermione crawling up the
bed towards him. Yes, she’d be a ride to
remember. His hand closed over his
throbbing phallus and began to move…he could almost see her now, opening those
perfect lips to take him in and – he gave a yell and threw himself to one side
as a pair of lantern like yellow eyes appeared in front of him.
Frantically going for his wand, he finally grasped it. “Lumos.”
There, on the bed right beside him, was Kreacher.
“Master wanted something?” the scabby old thing inquired,
grinning foully.
“Whuh...? How the HELL did you get in here? Get OUT!”
The flustered blonde wizard yanked the cover back over his nudity,
alarmed at the insane house elf’s proximity.
What had brought Kreacher into his bedroom, in the middle of the night,
just when he was about to..? Then he had it.
The fucker. “SEVERUS! GODDAMN IT!”
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Severus laughed into his pillow, getting a stitch in his
side at the thought of Lucius busily wanking off and suddenly finding Kreacher
right there. It had been too easy to
send the mad old thing to the pureblood’s room…Kreacher idolized the man just
on account of what flowed through his veins.
He tolerated Snape on account of his having the Dark Mark, but get him
around Lucius Malfoy and it was like a tiger with spiked catnip.
He rolled around on the bed experimentally – yes, there was
more than enough room for her here…would she take him up on his offer? He had loved the way she had reacted to
touching his cock – what would she do when he actually got inside her? Hermione Granger, giving it up to her Potions
Master. Well, he wasn’t anymore…but it
was still the ultimate conquest, Minerva’s brightest star. He would take on the role of her teacher many
times, he decided – on occasion he was known to enjoy role play, and she would
have a detention to remember. Or two or
three, for that matter. Sometimes, with
the right partner, he didn’t mind being ordered around a bit himself. But it would be a cold day in hell before a
Gryffindor dominated this
Slytherin. Maybe if she’s good at it…you never can tell, Severus… He sternly told the annoying voice to shut
the hell up, he hadn’t asked for its opinion.
He said no, and that meant no.
Maybe. Oh, hell. He fell asleep still arguing fiercely with
himself…
He stood in front of
the fire, totally naked as she walked circles around him, looking him up and
down. Her hands were like ice as they
touched his bare back, tracing the scars all the way down to his buttocks. He jerked in surprise as her hand slipped
between his legs and hefted his scrotum appraisingly, rolling the delicate orbs
between her fingers. “Be still,
Severus,” she said calmly, reaching around his hips with her other hand to find
his throbbing penis and squeezing it experimentally, laughing when he jerked
again. “We are eager, aren’t we? Well,
then.” Still kneading his sac with one
hand, the other began to pump him slowly, teasingly. A moan escaped him as she began twisting her
wrist as she stroked, flicking one finger across his tip to catch the drop of
seed forming there. She released him for
a moment, and he knew it was so she could lick her finger clean – he shuddered
with pleasure as the wet fingertip returned to coax more fluid from his aching
organ.
She brought him to the
edge, knowing he was close by the sound of his ragged moans, and immediately
readjusted her grip on the other hand, pulling down with a deft motion. The near-painfulness of her tug made the
urgency to spend himself recede slightly, and he hoped that he would be allowed
release soon. “Your knees, I think, will
do nicely for now,” she told him sweetly, and began to pull him down to the
floor slowly, still grasping him by the balls so that he followed with alacrity. He knelt on the rug and waited for her to
circle back around to his front, trembling in anticipation. “You like this part, don’t you? Naughty boy…”
Then she was in front of him, spreading her legs and balancing on
five-inch heels. “You may begin.” He leaned forward so that his face was flush
with her sex and inhaled her scent…so good.
He pressed his lips to her flesh and slipped his tongue into her folds,
making her moan above him – ah, yes. He
made love to her with his mouth, attempting to put all the desire he had for
her into this one act – getting her wet enough, he turned his attention to her
nub and rasped his tongue over it. She
screamed his name and pulled on his hair; he continued his stimulation until
she was sobbing for him to enter her, then helped her down to the floor where
he sheathed himself inside her with a sigh of relief.
So wet, so hot, so
tight…made for him. He listened
carefully as she instructed him on the ways she wanted him to move – she was
still coherent enough to deny him orgasm by the same means as before until she
began to reach her third climax. “Now
you may,” she moaned, and he gratefully took her offer. He flipped her onto her back since he liked
to look into her eyes as she realized their game was over, and began to take
his pleasure roughly. Hermione arched
underneath him, bowed at the force of his thrusting and keened loudly as she
reached her peak. He withstood her
tremors, ignoring the muscles clamping down on him so deliciously, and when she
had finally come down from her high, began to move again. Expertly working her up to the verge of yet
another release, he pulled back only to shove his cock deep inside her and
release his seed in strong spurts.
Rolling off her,
Severus breathed deeply, savoring the aftershocks of his intense orgasm. He almost laughed to see her pouting. “Disappointed? Be glad I didn’t pull on anything,” he
teased, but slipped a hand between her legs to relieve her anyway. She crawled over to curl against him, sated
and sleepy. “Don’t get used to this,
Gryffindor.”
“I thought you were
marvelous…Slytherin. And besides, if I
can’t sexually harass the man I love once in a while, then what’s the use of
it?”
Severus sat bolt upright in the bed, the sun shining across
the covers. Love? What? NO!
He was just after some sex, that was all! And hadn’t he decided not to let her order
him around? Good lord. He shifted uncomfortably, the details of the
dream still vivid in his mind…he didn’t like for a woman to have that much control over him, what was
wrong with him? Dreaming that he was
Granger’s bitch. A nightmare, more
like! He sternly addressed his
subconscious. When I said “ordered around” I didn’t mean that, I just meant that I like women who aren’t afraid to speak up
about their favored positions...that was all.
And that time I let Hestia tie me up were just because she wanted to try
it, I didn’t really like it. Oh,
bugger all! I’ll just start practicing
Occlumency. As he moved to the side
of the bed, he felt something slide down his hip – glancing down, he sighed. Just what he needed. Aiming his wand at the bedclothes, he cleaned
the sticky mess off and went to shower.
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Hermione sat at the kitchen table drinking her morning tea
and trying not to think of the extremely kinky dream she had experienced last
night. She heard footsteps and looked up
to see her dream partner enter the kitchen, staring at her with a strange
expression on his face. Their eyes met
and color rose to her cheeks as several scenes from her dream resurfaced in her
mind – he cocked his head to one side and stared at her thoughtfully.
Severus took a quick look inside her mind as soon as he saw
her blush – ahhh…so that’s what kick-started that nightmare of his. The little witch had been dreaming of it, and
somehow it had bled over into his dreams as well (he was unaccountably relieved
to find that he wasn’t as far gone as he had thought). Occlumency was definitely a must, then…at
least until he could show her who was boss on the practice mats. He couldn’t resist a dig at her. “Sleep well, Hermione?”
Her blush deepened.
He knew. Somehow, he knew what
she had been dreaming of. “Reasonably well, you?”
his lip curled again as he replied that his
sleep had been most uneasy.
As she opened her mouth to reply, Harry and Ron came barging
in the kitchen. “Here, sir.”
Harry handed Severus their two scrolls as Lucius came in, leering at her
suggestively and jabbing Severus in the ribs with his cane.
“Not monopolizing Miss Granger’s time, are we, Severus? I would have been here earlier, but it seems
Kreacher was in dire need of instruction,” he hissed as Severus passed him the
scrolls. “I don’t want these.”
“Very well,” drawled Severus lazily. “Incendio!” both
the younger wizards yelped in shock and outrage as their hard work vanished
into flames. “Instruction begins in one
hour, children.”
With that, both Death Eaters turned and glided out of the
room.
“Can you believe that?
We spent ages on those essays,” Ron moaned, head in his hands.
Hermione snorted. “Never
mind that, they could have seen the cheating spells you used a mile away. At least they are going to teach us now.”
Harry peered after the two wizards curiously. “I wonder what made those two gits change their warped minds.” He glanced over at his friends. Now, what on earth would make Hermione blush
like that?
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TBC…
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