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This Physical Fascination (HG/SS/LM)	By : Remarkable Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 71591 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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A heavy grunt followed the sick sound of fist meeting flesh as Jack’s massive knuckles smashed into Snape’s stomach. Sweat-soaked muscles strained against the three men panting to hold the fighting Snape as their boss beat him like a boxer’s heavy bag.

“You’re nothing but a big dumb bastard, you know that?” Head Auror Duggan wiped his bruised knuckles down the front of his uniform and sneered down at the man who refused to give in to the abuser’s threats. “If you’d just open up that traitorous mouth of yours and tell me what you and Malfoy are covering up I’ll go easy on ya.”

Severus let himself go limp in the arms of the three struggling Aurors. He had been subjected to the body blows of this asshole for well over an hour under the constant threats, questions and taunting that never seemed to end. Even though his body was in top physical condition, even a sustained beating such as this one was taking its toll on him. Coupled with the rigorous lovemaking from the previous day, he was exhausted. He badly wanted to kill this motherfucker, but his will to survive for Hermione, Lucius and his freedom were even greater. So he endured the beating and kept his mouth shut for all of their sakes.

Severus felt the grip of the man holding him from behind relax momentarily and lunged forward again. The maneuver caught him off guard and the man tumbled back from the abrupt momentum. The other two tightened their grip as Duggan shot forward to knock heads with him. He saw stars, head snapping back suddenly from the impact.

“Serves ya right. Like I said, you’re a big dumb bastard and your pathetic attempt to get away just proved it.” Jack rubbed his forehead where he had brought it to smash against Snape’s. “Put this piece of shit back in his cell and bring me the blond poof. Let’s see if we can’t knock some sense into him.”

Snape’s lip curled up in a snarl and his eyes glared murder at the dead man walking away from him. Your time is close to an end, my friend. Just you wait. He let himself go limp again and forced the trio to drag him back to the sterile white room they’d initially thrown him in. Snape could feel the heavy wards shimmer when they passed through it and was dropped unceremoniously onto the floor. Except for a white table and two chairs bolted to the floor, a toilet in one corner with a sink, and a sterile twin mattress on the floor, the room held nothing. His stomach muscles protested as he moved onto the mattress and sank down into it.

The good thing was, that motherfucker couldn’t hit him anywhere that would leave marks or break bones. That left his face, limbs and groin intact. The downside was how goddamn sore his stomach would be for at least a week without someone to heal him, and that was really going to suck if he had to go back to work like that.

Severus was fairly certain Hermione would find a way to get them out of this. The clever witch felt the same strong pull of the bonding as sure as he and Lucius did. It was only a matter of time as to how long they would be held at the Ministry top security ward. A second bracelet had been snapped tightly to his leg. Now, there was no way for him to have any magic, wandless or otherwise, affect him without someone taking it off. He couldn’t leave this place alive even if someone had tried to break him out.

Groaning again, he rolled over and tried to catch a few hours of sleep. That asshole had beaten him shortly after being taken into custody, and now the early morning hours were catching up with him. It was a Sunday. He wondered if anyone was going to come in to deal with them right away or wait until Monday. He figured Hermione would have to wait to be officially notified. The last thought to enter his mind before he went to sleep was what Duggan was going to do to Lucius, and a few fantasies that entailed creative ways to slowly torture and kill the slimy fucker.

-- Hermione sat in her study by the Floo and anxiously waited for news of Severus and Lucius. As a matter of protocol she couldn’t just show up at the Ministry before work on Monday and expect there wouldn’t be questions as to the timing of her arrival. She cursed herself for the efficiency with which she did her job. Never having loose ends before to tie up at work, now was not the time to make an uncharacteristic excuse to show up and pretend to have work left over.

Leaving no other recourse, she sat nervously and sipped her fourth cup of tea. She hadn’t slept. Something didn’t feel right and she couldn’t put her finger on it. Letty had brought back her bag and purse but she still felt like she had left something behind. By now the flat had probably been searched from top to bottom. Biting her bottom lip, Hermione wracked her brains to try and think, coming up with nothing.

She sighed and picked up the bag next to her chair and unzipped it to take out the clothes that needed laundering. Her spare travel bag and extra dress and under things were missing. Shit! She had taken it out and put it in their bathroom cupboard and forgotten about it!

“Fuck!” The expletive brought her house-elf into view with a quiet ‘pop’.

“Is everything being alright, Miss?” Letty asked nervously. She never liked it when her mistress was upset. Things got broken and occasionally Letty got yelled at. She knew her mistress was under a tremendous amount of stress from her work, but she never used to yell, swear and break things like she had been recently. It concerned her greatly.

“Yes Letty, everything is fine.” Hermione tried very hard not to snipe at Letty. It wasn’t her fault Hermione hadn’t told her about the extra bag. “You can have the day off Letty. I’ll let you know if I need anything.”

“Letty is here to serve Miss. Thank you Miss.” The house elf left the way she came to leave Hermione alone to her thoughts.

Hermione bit her fingernails unconsciously as she paced, her mind racing through and discarding one scenario after another. After a couple more hours of pacing, tea and finally a hot shower, she resolved to get some sleep and hope for the best come Monday morning. Downing a vile of Dreamless Sleep, she let her head hit the pillow as the sandman pulled her under for a hard-won rest from her tumultuous weekend.

-- Harry stormed angrily into the Ministry’s high security wing Monday morning before the rest of the normal staff was there. His security badge had been deactivated over the course of Sunday and he’d been unable to secure access to the building to keep an eye on Jack and his crew. Monday morning saw it re-activated.

He desperately wished he could catch Duggan screwing up so he could out him to Shacklebolt and get the asshole canned, but so far the Slytherin bastard had been too sneaky, skirting around the edges of the job description with liberty and muscle.

Duggan’s top goon sat at his desk in front of the office and grinned at Harry. The man wasn’t such a bad guy when he was away from Jack, but put together with the rest of the head Auror’s top detail and he was no one to be trifled with. “Hello Harry, you don’t look too hot this morning.” The long, lean ex-fencing champion twirled a Muggle toothpick in his teeth and cracked it in half.

Although Mason wasn’t looking directly at Harry, the messy-haired young man knew his wits were sharp and tuned in to his body language. He forced himself to relax. “Hi Mason, just coming in early for a spot check on the prisoners.”

“Yeah, ‘bout that.” Mason swung his long legs out from under the desk and came to tower over an already tall Harry. The guy was the tallest man Harry had ever seen and had to be pushing seven feet tall. He laid a hand on Harry’s shoulder and glanced around quickly. “Jack isn’t so keen on having you poking around those two. He told us to keep you out, but I owe you one for setting me up with that hot bird a few weeks ago, so if you keep your mouth shut I’ll let you in there right quick before Jack gets here.”

Harry ground his teeth together in supreme frustration. So Duggan thought he was going to cause trouble eh? Well he was damn straight. There was going to be hell to raise if he’d done anything to hurt them the previous day. Acting nonchalant and failing miserably, his resolve broke and he stomped past Mason with a wicked frown on his face.

“Just be out of there in an hour Harry! Duggan will be in after his morning report with Shacklebolt!” The security detail shrugged after him when there was no reply. “Suit yourself son, but don’t come crying to me when Jack catches you in there,” he muttered behind Harry’s back. He’d just make up a lie if Jack caught Harry in there. No skin off his back either way.

Harry quickly unwarded the door to Snape’s cell and let himself in. His dour former professor sat cross-legged on the mattress on the floor, staring straight ahead at the blank wall across from him.

“Snape.”

“Potter.”

The two were silent for several moments, Harry staring at Snape staring at the wall and neither acknowledging the other past the initial greeting. Finally, Harry strode over to Severus and stood directly in his line of vision.

Clearly annoyed, Snape looked up at Harry with an unreadable expression on either man’s face

. “Duggan’s been here, hasn’t he.” It wasn’t a real question. Harry could tell by the way Snape was favoring his left side that the bastard had damaged him.

“What a very astute observation, Potter. Do they pay you merely to make asinine statements to condemned criminals for further torment?” He sneered then, uncaring what happened in that moment. It had all been a fruitless dream anyway, the idea of freedom. He was a fool for entertaining the notion.

Harry was so quiet when he spoke Snape had to strain to hear it. “I’m going to get you out of here Snape. Jack had no right bringing you in the first place. If there was anything illegal going on we would’ve been alerted.”

The trademark sneer faded a little bit as questions filled the potion master’s mind. “What, exactly, is that supposed to mean Mr. Potter?” he asked carefully, unwilling to betray any hint of what had transpired.

“Sure, the wards went off at your place but we all knew there was the possibly of some minor wandless magic. Those trinkets on your ankle don’t block everything, and the designer didn’t take account sex magic in the making when he put a bunch of blokes together. The alarm wasn’t red, so I knew there was no threat in your flat.”

Potter certainly wasn’t mincing words. “So you’ve come to have a laugh, is that it? Well save your breath, I’ve had enough torment. Leave me in peace and the last shred of my dignity. I haven’t come all this way just to be your laughingstock, boy.” He turned his face away from those piercing green eyes once more and chose to stare at his knees. He felt sick inside now that Lucius had unlocked his most intimate emotions. It made him want to vomit how weak it made him feel.

“I don’t care what happened, Snape, don’t you get that? Jack’s an asshole! He’s just doing this because he’s too lazy to fill his own quotas at the end of the month. This is the easy way out for him and I’m sick of watching all the good ones get thrashed and sent back to Azkaban.”

Snape couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Was Potter actually telling him that his boss was breaking the law? His Slytherin instincts kicked in and he jumped to his feet. Those onyx orbs bore into the boy-who-lived, a mutual understanding breaking over both in a wave of excitement. “Tell me what to do.”

Harry glanced at the door and began to outline his plan.

Just as he finished explaining Jack Duggan pushed open the heavy cell door and bellowed, “What the bloody hell you doing in here Potter?” If looks could kill, Harry would have been dead.

Without further ado, Harry turned from Jack and reared back to smash Snape as hard in the face as he possibly could, and the sickening sound of his nose breaking brought a very satisfied smirk to Duggan’s face.

Severus clutched his nose as blood flowed through his fingers, glaring hatefully at Harry and even more murderously at the head Auror.

Harry shook his hand to rid itself of the impact a couple of times and grinned at Jack. “Just came in to help out boss, looking out for ya.”

A broad grin stole across Jack’s face and he clapped Harry on the back as they walked out of the cell, ignoring Snape. “Bout time you came around lad, you had me worried back there.”

As the door was shut and warded, Snape smirked through the pain and gave the door a two-fingered salute, mentally commending Harry for his fabulous performance. Let the games begin.
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