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Just Submit 2	By : grugster Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 190439 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 18
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Hermione sneaked into the medical room, praying that Severus wasn't there. They had luck on their side as they made their way, as most of the clan was busy getting ready for lunch, which would be in forty- five minutes. The blood smell would most likely have alarmed any dominant if they had passed Hermione. Good luck also came in the form of the medical room being close to Severus' room.
Miller turned in Hermione's direction, immediately alarmed by her odd behavior. When he stepped close to her, Hermione could see his nostrils flare as the smell of blood floated to him in the air.
Hermione quickly stepped into the room when she realized Miller was alone and only one warrior was lying in a bed further down the big room. Draco and Neville stepped beside her and closed the door.
Miller eyed the small group of subs. Their guilt was written all over their faces.
“You.” Miller pointed at Hermione. “—up on the examination table.” When Hermione obeyed, he glared at the boys. “You two will sit down here and won't move.”
Draco and Neville quickly obeyed and were relieved when Miller turned to Hermione again.
“So what happened?” Miller asked while he stepped close to Hermione, pulling his gloves on.
Hermione blushed and looked shyly over to the boys.
“I'm all ears, pup,” Miller said and looked intensely at her.
Hermione bit her bottom lip, but when she realized she wouldn't get help from the boys, she said, “We tried something and it went wrong.”
Miller eyed her, waiting for more information.
Hermione sighed. “I think I ripped down there.” She lifted her skirt and saw that she had already left a few small drops of blood on the table.
“Lay down and let me see the damage,” Miller commanded and moved the glowing bulb he used for examination so he could see well.
Hermione's heart hammered in her chest when she laid down and spread her legs for Miller. The healer prodded her carefully to not hurt her more.
“What the hell happened?” Severus said as he stormed into the room. “I could smell her blood all over my room, and it was smeared on the bed as well!”
Hermione almost wet herself, and Draco and Neville ducked their heads, staring at the ground. Again they got away much more easily than Hermione in her view as Severus ignored them and quickly stepped over to the examination table.
“She is torn. The wound isn't very big and is just outside,” Miller explained calmly. He didn't protest when Severus pushed him aside.
Hermione jerked when Severus’ cold hands parted her lower lips to examine her. “Don't move!”
Hermione shot Miller a frightened look, but he only nodded reassuringly at her. “It will be all right, pup. We can heal it easily, and you won't have many problems with it.”
“How did this happen?” Severus asked again, glaring down at her. Before she could answer, the door banged open again and Fenrir stormed in.
“No,” Hermione whispered in despair.
“What happened?” Fenrir asked Severus after he had come over to the examination table.
“She is torn and was about to tell us how this happened.”
Now all eyes were on Hermione, and she had the feeling her heart would jump out of her chest. “We... we tried something.”
“We?” Fenrir asked and only then realized that Draco and Neville were in the room as well.
“Don't tell me you have something to do with it again, boy,” Fenrir said striding over to Draco and grabbed for his shirt's front.
Draco immediately started to sob. The alpha was frightening, and Draco could still remember the cruel Alpha Fenrir before Hermione came to the clan. What if he would lose it now?
The crying was so unnatural for the sub that Fenrir immediately loosened his grip. “Stop crying and tell me what happened.”
Neville tried to be as still and small as possible, so as to not attract the attention of the alpha. Draco had no such luck and started to stutter what happened.
Fenrir rolled his eyes when he got the story out of the sub. “If you don't know what to do with your dick, you should only let other people handle it, sub.” He let go of Draco and went over to Hermione again. He was trying hard to not let the heart-wrenching sobs of the blond sub disturb him.
“Is it bad?” Fenrir asked Severus while positioning himself close to Hermione's head.
“No, I will clean it now and then I will heal it. There won't be any scaring or pain afterward,” Severus explained calmly. After knowing what happened and the extent of the wound, he was able to view the situation more calmly.
“Letting the subs fuck you together. Whose stupid idea was that?” Fenrir asked Hermione, shaking his head in disbelief.
“I'm sorry,” Hermione said. She was scared of what would happen now. She fearfully looked down at herself.
Severus pressed her back on the table. “Don't move. This will burn now. Fenrir and Miller will keep your legs spread and you will try to not move your hips, pup.”
Hermione nodded, even more scared. The first tears escaped her.
“You will survive it. It will burn, but the pain when it tore must have been worse,” Severus explained, hoping to calm her with this.
Hermione sobbed when her legs were spread by the dominants, and she yelped when Severus cleaned her with a potion that really stung. Then she felt his wand over her torn flesh and it stung again briefly.
“All done,” Severus said. He removed the gloves and stepped over to a cabinet to get a potion. “You will drink this and rest here until lunch.” Turning to Fenrir he explained, “It's an antiseptic, so she won't get an infection.”
Fenrir nodded. “All right. I will check on her later.”
Severus nodded, lifted Hermione off the table and carried her over to one of the beds.
“I will take care of the blond one. You can deal with the other one,” Fenrir said to Severus while he stepped over to the male subs.
Draco swallowed a sob, trying to be brave. He wiped the tears of his face with his arm. “I'm sorry.”
“Oh, you will be even sorrier when I'm through with you.” Fenrir threw the sorry sub over his shoulder and left the room.
When Draco didn't calm down and Fenrir feared the sub would get himself sick over crying, he swatted his bum, “Stop crying, and you won't be punished too hard.”
Draco could hardly believe what he was hearing. He had imagined torture for what he did to Hermione or at least a very harsh punishment, but the swat he had gotten right now was proof that Fenrir wasn't as mad at him as Draco had feared. “No?” Draco sobbed.
“No, but you will get a good spanking for hurting the pup. You need to think before you do stupid things like this again. You are no dominant and shouldn't play with fire if you can't handle it.”
Draco sobbed again and tried to relax a bit. His head hurt and his stomach felt very sick. He was placed on his feet in the middle of the hall, and Fenrir grabbed his shoulders. “Breathe, stupid sub.”
Draco stared at Fenrir without comprehension.
“I said breathe!” Fenrir shook him.
Draco closed his eyes and obeyed. Slowly the pain in his chest ebbed away and his stomach calmed down as well.
“Good, now move.” Fenrir swatted Draco's bum to make him move in the direction of his quarters.
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“Aw, fun before lunch?” Yorik said, excited, when Fenrir stepped into the room with Draco. Seeing Draco's face, he said, “Or punishment?”
“Maybe both,” Fenrir said and guided the shivering sub over to the couch.
“Then I want to be part of the fun,” Yorik stated.
“Maybe I will let you if you go and get my belt.”
“No,” Draco whined and cried again. He hated that he was behaving like this and not only for manipulating the dominants. If it would have just been for that, Draco wouldn't be ashamed of crying.
“Your belt? What the hell has he done?”
“He tore our pup while fucking her together with the other boy.”
“He did what?” Yorik asked angrily, and Draco stepped backwards, afraid of the other dominant’s stance.
Fenrir grabbed him forcefully and held him in place. “It's not as bad as it sounds. She encouraged them. Stupid girl. It was an accident, but still our Casanova here has to learn that he isn't a dominant and should refrain from games like this.”
“I will go and get the belt.”

Draco shook his head frantically and fought against Fenrir when the man wanted to pull him over to the couch. “I'm sorry. Please, no belt!”
Fenrir pulled Draco against his body with one harsh move and swatted Draco's bum hard two times. “Stop fighting me. We both know that you like a normal spanking too much to allow punishment with only my hand.”
Draco let Fenrir pull him to the couch and over the man's lap without further protest. He was too scared. “I'm sorry.”
“You should be. You hurt the pup because of your stupidity. What if you had damaged her permanently?” Yorik had come back and passed Fenrir the belt.
“Where is she?” Yorik asked, worried.
“With Severus and Miller. I checked on her. She is all right and no longer in pain. It was really just a stupid accident, so calm down.”
Draco was crying more than he had ever done before. He knew that it could have been even worse, and he was so afraid of the belt Fenrir would use.
“Let’s get this over with,” Fenrir said and positioned Draco correctly. Then he started to swat Draco to heat his bum for the belt. He didn't want to harm the sub permanently.
Damn, the alpha's hand hurt like hell. What kind of pain would the belt cause if Draco already felt like running?
When Fenrir thought the sub was warmed up enough, he took the belt. “What are you being punished for?”
Draco shook his head. His whole face was wet from tears and snot. He could hardly breathe.
“Talk, boy,” Fenrir growled warningly and let the belt come down on the already-red bum, hard.
Draco yelped in pain and bucked, but Fenrir had a death grip on his back so Draco couldn't move. “I'm sorry. I never would hurt Hermione on purpose. It was an accident.”
Again the belt came down. “What are you being punished for?”
“For behaving like a dominant and trying dangerous things on my own,” Draco admitted and sobbed hard.
“Exactly,” Fenrir agreed and let the belt come down on Draco's bum three times, careful not to breach the skin.
Nevertheless, Draco was in agony. How could he have been so stupid? He could have just fucked Hermione and then let Neville have some fun but no, he had to behave like he was in charge by suggesting something so stupid.
“Right leg down!” Fenrir commanded and held Draco's left leg close to his belly.
Draco shook his head. He couldn't obey to this. If the belt would meet his balls, he would die.
“I said right leg down. I won't say it again.”
Draco whimpered and obeyed. His limp cock and his balls dangled dangerously free now. When the belt came down over his bum and also over his balls this time, Draco almost choked on his tongue. It hadn't really hurt as the belt had just lightly touched his balls but the fear and the shock had panicked him so much, he couldn't think straight anymore.
Fenrir groaned and lifted Draco over his shoulders again. He carried the sub into the bathroom and placed him on his feet in the tube.
Draco stood there like a pup in the rain, all shivering and looking with big, begging eyes at the dominants.
“It's over, stupid sub. Now stop shivering. It wasn't even that bad.”
No, it would not have been bad for the old Fenrir, but it had been bad for the new Fenrir. Before Hermione had come to the clan and Fenrir had shown interest in Draco, this punishment could have been called tame for Fenrir. The alpha would have beat him bloody without batting an eye. Now that he was much more social and showed that he cared for the well-being of the subs, it was a shockingly harsh punishment.
“It hurts,” Draco whined, knowing full-well that he could manipulate the new Fenrir with it.
Fenrir groaned and took the shower head in his hand. “Lean over.” He roughly pushed Draco to bend over and then let cold water run over the abused skin of the sub.
“Go, get the salve,” Fenrir commanded to Yorik.
“What?” Yorik questioned, not quite believing what his alpha had just said.
“You heard me. Dare to comment on it and I will fuck you bloody.”
Yorik recovered from his hesitation and snorted, but refrained from commenting about his alpha's softness. The sub was so obviously manipulating him, and Fenrir didn't even seem to notice because of his worry for him.
Draco couldn't believe his luck. Alpha Fenrir would apply healing salve on his bum after a punishment? Oh, Draco loved Hermione even more for coming to the clan.
“Get that cock to behave or I will change my mind about the healing salve.” The swat that was administered on his wet bum echoed through the room.
Yorik chuckled, seeing that Draco had become hard now when he realized that the punishment was over and Fenrir was in a good mood. “Already so eager for the fun part.”
“Don't encourage him,” Fenrir said.
“I thought you had already planned a fun part to follow the punishment?” Yorik asked, amused.
“I changed my mind.”
“What? No! You promised,” Draco protested while standing up, his cock standing proudly at attention.
“You will learn absolutely nothing from this punishment if I fuck you now.”
“Yes, I will. I won't do it again. I will never try something dangerous with Hermione again. You can refuse to administer the salve, anything, but please fuck me now.” Getting some fun with Fenrir would really show that the alpha had forgiven him. He used his puppy dog face which would have never worked on Fenrir three months ago, but today it worked.
“All right, but if I even catch you doing something stupid like this with my pup again, I—”
“I won't. I promise,” Draco said and eagerly climbed out of the tube.
Fenrir groaned and threw the towel at Yorik. “Get him dry.”
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