Death Eater Double Team | By : Tigerrr Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 15510 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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********DISCLAIMER******** J.K., I’m only borrowing; please
don’t sue me!
A/N: Thanks for all
the kind reviews, I’m really glad you like the story so far…I’ll try not to let
anyone down *sighs heavily and prepares to take the globe from Atlas’ shoulders*
Alan’s film notes:
David in Dark
Harbor is the biggest
whiner in the world…but let’s hear it for the skinny-dipping! It should become an Olympic sport, as far as
I’m concerned *sighs yet again, but for vastly different reason…I hate you,
Rima*
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“OOOF!”
Harry and the practice mat were once again reacquainted with
each other, for what seemed the 34,587th time in five minutes. They were building up quite the relationship
– people were sure to talk.
“WHHHUUUPPHHFFFF!”
Ron joined them for tea and crumpets.
Hermione circled with Lucius while trying to keep an eye out
for Severus…where was he? The blonde
wizard feinted left suddenly, lashing out with the cane in his right hand. She fell back to avoid being struck and hands
closed on her shoulders, pulling her off balance and down to the mat as Malfoy
leapt forward so that she was trapped between Severus and Lucius, who got a
good rub against her while “trying to stand up.” As if anyone would believe that! The arrogant
snob actually asked her sotto voce if she liked his as much as Severus’.
Like she’d tell him that, were it not for the inhibiting
presence of Ron and Harry, she’d strip off in an instant and try them both
out. Well,
you did think of telling him. She flailed and tried to get up – her former
professor had conveniently trapped her between those thighs-of-sin (she’d use
the term “steel” but sin sounded much better) and was pretending not to know
she wanted to be released. Liar.
Well, he was pretending. I wasn’t talking about him being the
untruthful party. I don’t know what
you’re talking about. You actually want to be released? Well, of
course not.
She shook herself.
Was she actually talking to herself, and getting an answer? She had to get out of here, and quickly. She’d end up with a party line inside her
head if she wasn’t careful.
Severus Snape regained his feet gracefully and glared down
at the two idiots dithering on the floor.
“Well, get up! You wanted
training, you’ve got it.”
Harry sat up and put fists to his hips. “We didn’t want anything! Dumbledore made us. And for you to be training, you actually have
to teach us something, instead of
dumping us on our heads every ten seconds!”
Lucius smirked, crossing his arms after helping Hermione to
her feet. “You want to learn? Then listen.
Death Eaters don’t care for rules, for conventions…for mercy. You run across one of us, and we’ll make you
sorry for it. Ask old Peg-Leg, if you
don’t believe me.”
Severus continued smoothly.
“You three seem to think that we will give you a fortnight’s notice of plans
to hex you. Is the memory of the events
in the Ministry as well as atop the Astronomy
Tower that faded? There will be no warning from us, and most
certainly not from our….colleagues, that you can depend upon. Perhaps Alastor would do well to loan you
that eye of his so you can look behind your back, because that’s precisely what
you will need in order to survive a Death Eater’s attack.” In a sudden motion, he raised his wand at
Harry. “Expelliarmus!” A jet of
bluish-green light rushed across the room with a roar and knocked the boy
back down to the mats, his wand sent flying.
The disgruntled Harry attempted to peel his face off the floor,
grumbling. “Now, that was pathetic to
the highest degree, Potter.”
They spent the next six hours surprising their unwilling
students with unexpected hexes and a few curses (Lucius put the Imperius Curse
on Ron and made him perform a scene from Swan
Lake, to the amusement of all present) until they could block most of what
was sent their way and the Death Eaters pronounced themselves satisfied. They sighed heavily when it was announced
that the hand-to-hand combat training would continue in the morning and slunk
away to their rooms, still keenly feeling the after-effects of the hexes and
curses they hadn’t been able to block.
Much to everyone’s relief, the pair opted to dine in their rooms and
saved Molly Weasley from being sent to Azkaban for poisoning Lucius’ food…she
was still up in the air about Severus, but warming up to him gradually.
The next week found them nearing the end of their training –
the Ministry would begin their phase
of Auror training sometime in the next two months (Scrimgeour kept changing the
dates arbitrarily, obviously trying to hold out for Harry’s endorsement) but
the trio gained in skill. Now, all three
were fairly competent at fending off unexpected attacks as well as being able
to hold their own in a firefight...they had turned Twelve Grimmauld Place into a war zone
for that practice round, and a lucky shot incinerated Mrs. Black’s portrait to
the immense relief and gratitude of the entire Order. Lucius and Severus were quite fond of taking
potshots at each other from time to time as well, providing several evenings of
entertainment by way of full-blown duels in the dining room, halls, or wherever
their high spirits overwhelmed them.
Which was mostly outside Hermione’s bedroom whenever one caught the
other trying to violate the terms of their “agreement.”
Their final phase of training would be held at the Burrow,
where they would learn evasive flying techniques. Harry was beside himself, reckoning that it
would be just like Quidditch, but Hermione wasn’t so sure – she wasn’t the best
flier in the world, and she was worried.
Unlike Ron and Harry, she had actually studied the lists of the old
Quidditch teams of Hogwarts …while James Potter had been the youngest Seeker in
a century, Severus Snape and Lucius Malfoy had been the youngest Chasers. That meant that they were extremely skilled
and experienced flyers, and she highly doubted either of them had given up
their pastime. She looked at Ron as he
trotted past excitedly clutching his broom – the Death Eaters would surely smash
it to kindling – and shook her head.
Even though both wizards still expressed their interest in her, they
didn’t play favorites and she was afraid that Madam Pomfrey would have to patch
them all up several times before the day was over. Assuming they did well enough to limit the
exercise only to a day.
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Flying Day had come at last, despite all her best efforts to
put it off. Hermione tried to fight the
sinking feeling in her stomach as she dressed slowly, and flopped back down on
the bed. She didn’t want anything to
eat, she’d only sick up in an hour anyway.
Ginny gave her a sympathetic look as she left, and she buried her face
in her hands. I don’t want to do this, I don’t want to!!! She realized that it was for her own good, and the practice would help her in the event
of a future confrontation, but she was dreading it with every bone in her body. Dimly she heard two doors slam further down
the hall, and the heavy tread of booted feet stop by her open door. She looked up into the faces of her would-be
suitors and sighed. “I guess it’s time.” She covered her face again.
Both wizards entered the room silently and sat down on
either side of her, making the bed creak ominously. Lucius found himself stroking her back and
murmuring encouragement, while Severus was equally astonished as he covered her
hands with his reassuringly. Their eyes
met over the trembling witch’s head.
What was this? They were supposed
to be tripping her into their beds, not comforting her. Nonetheless, neither Death Eater felt the
slightest inclination to move away. “Why
are you scared? You’ll do fine,” Lucius
soothed.
Hermione looked over at him, at the grey eyes so close to
her own. Despite her distress, she
couldn’t help her stomach doing a somersault.
Severus drew her attention next, running his thumb over her
knuckles. “The zeal with which you
attack any learning opportunity is…formidable as well as a bit worrying – no
young person should be so excited about their education – but for some reason
it’s not present today.” He lifted her
hands to his lips as he talked, so that she could feel the warm exhalation over
her freezing fingers. “Perhaps it is a
reward you seek? We will chase you, and we will catch you. You might be hexed, you might be thrown off
your broom…and you need to be prepared for it when it happens to you for real,
because it will. But after your training is complete…” he smiled.
Lucius scooted closer so that she was firmly sandwiched
between them and leaned to place a kiss on her neck. “As insane as it seems, we don’t want
anything to happen to you. Just yet,
that is. Those friends of yours are
another story altogether! We won’t treat
you any different if …when… we catch
you. But I, for one, expect a hell of a
chase.” He kissed her again, moving his
lips against the column of her throat.
He glanced over and grinned as Severus began to follow his lead.
Hermione was jolted out of feeling sorry for herself as soon
as the first kiss landed. Heat flared
between her legs as the Death Eaters kissed and sucked on her neck, moving
their hands over her body slowly…to give her an opportunity to say no, she
realized. Hell with that, she
thought feverishly. With Harry and Ron
waiting downstairs, there was no way this would escalate into something she
couldn’t handle, and she was ready to give in to her body’s urges – at least
for ten minutes. She moaned and let her
head loll back as the men continued.
Their hands inched up her jumper and began massaging her breasts. Merlin, that felt good. Her bra was unclasped and her nipples rolled
and teased to aching points in the cool air of the room.
She had previously deduced that the two had not been getting
regular “relief,” as it were, and threw caution to the wind. They had about 8 ½ minutes left, and the two
Death Eaters’ excitement was apparent so she began to lay back on the bed,
fumbling at their robes – she couldn’t see, as they took turns kissing her
thoroughly, but they immediately grabbed her questing hands and placed them
where they could do the most good. She
broke from the kiss, panting. “Wait…I
can’t get a good grip…Lucius, come over here…Severus, you go here…yes, that’s
it. Kiss me,” she demanded, drawing
smiles from her two wizards as they bent to obey.
Hermione rubbed and kneaded their crotches, feeling the
straining phalluses behind the cloth and shivering with desire. She hoped no one would walk in right now, as
she was working them up quite nicely from the sound of their groans, and they
were returning the favor by stroking her through her jeans. They alternated between sucking and licking
her nipples and kissing her passionately, and she could feel the tightness inside
that was about to explode. “I’m….I’m
going to…to….unnnnhhhhhhh,” she moaned, whipping her hips wildly as her climax
rolled over her. She kept up the
friction on them and dimly heard Ron calling to her from the hall – the two
Death Eaters wouldn’t exactly unforgiving if she left them like this now!
Severus and Lucius leaned into her ministrations, wild with
need now and needing release urgently.
Harry was now yelling up for Hermione to join them, and was an efficient
enough distraction to make them desperate to finish before being interrupted. “Huh…Hermione, take it out,” Lucius begged
and heard Severus second his plea. The
witch bit her lip and looked up at them – what
must she see in our faces? thought Lucius.
Would she do it? “Please,” he moaned. That did
it. He felt her tiny hand unfasten his
trousers and slip inside – as soon as he felt her against his skin, he
stiffened and threw his head back, groaning.
Hermione gasped at the feel of the two Death Eater’s cocks –
they were huge. As soon as she had
reached inside their trousers, the feel of her hand apparently triggered their
orgasms and they both began to moan, rubbing against her frantically. Feeling absolutely wanton, she seized them
firmly and began to work her hand up and down as they came. His hair hid Severus’ expression from her,
but she could see his mouth go slack and his eyes glittering down at her while
Lucius had his head thrown back, his long hair tangled and wild as he still
strained within her grasp. Once the
tremors had dissipated from their loins, the wizards fell to either side of
her, gasping for breath.
“HERMIONE! COME ON!”
Severus and Lucius shifted unwillingly and she laughed
shakily, reaching for her wand. “You’ve
got a class to teach, boys.” She
murmured a Cleansing Charm and flipped to her stomach, kissing her former
professor languidly. Hearing a grunt of
protest, she laughed again and moved to bestow a kiss upon the other
Slytherin. “They might come up and see
what’s taking so long,” she pointed out, re-fastening her bra and retrieving
her jumper. She watched shyly as the two
adjusted their trousers and robes. That
was one of the strangest things she’d ever done…and she wished that they had
gone further. You’re turning into one big pervert, Hermione, she scolded herself.
Her “teachers” gave her twin smoldering looks as they left
the room – she was convinced that Ron and Harry would be able to tell that the
three of them had been up to something once they saw her, but for a wonder they
just got all over her for making them wait so long.
“We will go through first, and then you three may
follow. Molly has given me her word that
she will not interfere. As soon as you
leave the house, we will be waiting.”
Severus glared at each of them, then threw a handful of Floo powder into
the fire and stepped through, followed by Lucius.
All her fears returning in a rush, Hermione gulped and
looked at her friends. “Well, this is
it. Keep an eye out, will you,
Harry?” Her friend smiled kindly at her
and nodded, well aware of her uneasiness at flying. Another handful of Floo powder and they were
off to face the wrath of two Death Eaters…
Merlin help them all.
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