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A/N: Next chapter release will be 58-61. And, yeah, I’m planning to overhaul them all, so it could take me a while. Still no smut here, but there could be some lemony goodness in the next set. *cough* 59 and 60 *cough*
Hmmmm, I just looked at what’s coming up, and now I’m not so sure I want to put 61 with that group. It might need to be by itself. Or with the next set. Meh, I’ll figure it out while I’m editing.
allier79: Thank you so much. I love hearing you’re so into the story. (And I’m glad the underlying point of the Daddy/little scenes came through :)) Hope you enjoy what’s to come. There’s quite a bit of plot/drama about to unfold <3
Lilith_Darkrain: Hahahaha! I’m honored to have taken your review cherry. (And I’m glad you were sober for it :) I like my reviews to be totally consensual.) I love hearing that my writing cheers you up; I know sometimes you just need to escape for a while. And I understand your reluctance to post. The first time I posted a story, I had a panic attack, and I think it’s taken about two years for me to get to a place where I don’t feel that rush of anxiety every time I post a new chapter. But I promise it does get better :) <3
57—Stab
“Tell her about it.”—Billy Joel
(Severus) 
Breathing deeply, Severus inhaled the warm aroma of fried eggs and melted butter. What bliss! Never again would he be forced to choke down his morning coffee amidst the malodorous stench of pimply teenagers and cold waffles; there had been a time when he thought he’d never rid his sinuses of that putrescent pong. But now—Ahh! Breakfast actually made him want to eat. He delighted in the rich tapestry of scents, all of which brought to mind Hermione’s sunny smile and bright good-morning kisses. He could think of no better way to begin the day.
Or end it.
Although, Draco was a close second. In the menu of meal associations, he was the dessert course of kisses—decadently fluffy, the kind of mouth Severus could indulge in no matter how full. He hadn’t tasted the rest of Draco’s body yet, but surely that boy’s bollocks were as sweet as his lips; he was so damn sugary, he probably ejaculated frosting. Lucius, on the other hand, leaned more toward savory—a dinner kiss if ever there was one—grand and filling, all that delicious desire heavy on his tongue; the perfect contrast to Draco’s weightless affection. 
But despite those glaring differences, father and son shared one commonality—flavor. They both tasted so strongly of Hermione’s pussy, that if Severus closed his eyes, he could swear he was snogging her snatch.
And since that honeyed muffin had become everyone’s favorite between-meal snack, no doubt his own mouth shared the same sapor.
His stomach chose that particular moment to rumble, and Severus snorted at the timing, unsure if his appetite had been awoken by the smell of breakfast or the memory of her succulent cunt.
‘It’s both,’ his stomach quipped.
Snickering, Snape conceded to his gut’s instincts. Sorry, but she not down yet; we’ll have to make do with what’s on the stove.
In anticipation of her arrival, Severus slid Hermione’s eggs onto her plate and took them to the table. Lucius, who was hidden behind his Daily Prophet, pushed his own plate from beneath the wall of newspaper, and Snape stared at it for a few seconds, caught off guard by what he saw. The thing appeared to have been licked clean. Usually Malfoy was the first to sit down and the last to leave, drawing out every bite as if he were being paid by the hour; he didn’t eat breakfast—he grazed. But apparently his gustatory machinery needed nothing more than a friendly jump-start to kick into high gear; perhaps Severus would have to make that morning’s spontaneous wake-up wank a daily affair.
“More eggs?” he drawled wryly.
“No, I’m stuffed. That was positively—” Lucius trailed off, leaving the compliment to dangle in ambiguity. His knuckles went white, and he pulled the paper closer, his back rigid as a board. “Fucking hell,” he hissed under his breath.
Severus froze. He could swear all the air in the room just vanished into Malfoy like a black hole.
Lucius lowered the paper and peered at him over the top, his gaze steely and grim. “You’d better read this.”
Stomach lurching, Severus stiffly strode around the table. Couldn’t this wait until after breakfast? Drama didn’t sit well on an empty stomach. He hadn’t even had his coffee yet. Leaning over Malfoy’s shoulder, he searched the dancing print for signs of trouble.
Lucius tapped his middle finger against an article halfway down the page.
Tarnished Trio?
This week we saw an explosion of support for The Phoenix Fire Foundation, Hermione Granger’s newest pet project. She claims to stand for truth and transparency, but the story of her own success is mired in mystery. How did such a young girl become the head of a multi-million Galleon charity, and where did all that money come from?
To find our answers, we went to her former employer, Mr. William Hiddleman, head of the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures at the Ministry of Magic. It turns out Ms. Granger was “let go” from her position as Director of Creature Justice. We were told that several sub-sections had been made redundant due to budget cuts, and Ms. Granger’s was one of them. However, when we spoke to her former co-workers, they suggested she had been sacked for other reasons, reasons involving her personal life.
It turns out, Hermione Granger, illustrious war heroine and moral crusader, has been dating none other than Draco Malfoy, former Death Eater and current International Liaison for the Ministry. Although pardoned of all criminal charges after the war, the public rightly remains wary. The Malfoy lineage is well known for its strong opinions on pureblood superiority, and their close involvement with You-Know-Who is a matter of court record.
We were curious what Ms. Granger’s closest confidants had to say about this pairing. Does Harry Potter know his best friend is fraternizing with the enemy? Witnesses told us of a heated argument between Potter and Granger that took place the day she was dismissed. Although no one could make out their whispered row, Draco Malfoy’s name was mentioned, and after an angry climax that ended with Granger shouting about having been fired, she stormed off in tears.  
We tracked down Harry Potter to ask him about the circumstances of her redundancy, but he refused to speak on the matter. When asked about Granger and Malfoy’s alleged relationship, Potter said only, “No comment,” and then rudely had us escorted from the premises.
But by all accounts Ms. Granger never tried to hide her involvement with the sole heir to the Malfoy fortune. Every source we spoke to at the Ministry confirmed they’d seen the two together on many occasions, often in rather compromising positions. If they’re openly dating, why would her best friend not confirm the relationship?
Suspecting some bigger secret had yet to be revealed, we turned our attention to the foundation. Inquiries at the Record Department and Gringotts exposed at least part of the puzzle: Ms. Granger’s newfound altruism is being funded by none other than the infamous Azkaban escapee, Lucius Malfoy, father of Draco Malfoy.
Why would a pureblood Death Eater finance the largest creature charity on record? Is it because his son is smitten by the indomitable Ms. Granger? Or have we stumbled upon something much more sordid?
We can only guess as to why a middle-aged widower is giving a young girl so much money, and why, as we have come to discover, she is living in his mansion.
Ms. Granger’s blatant duplicity is alarming. She claims to stand for justice and honor, yet she’s dating a known Death-Eater and living in the very house once occupied by You-Know-Who. Something stinks in this charity, and it’s the stench of betrayal and secrets. How can we trust a witch with so much to hide? The public deserves answers.
The blow was so low, Severus couldn’t think straight. All he could do was stand there and stare the pale yellow hillock of eggs on her plate, the eggs he'd scrambled just the way she liked, the eggs that would, undoubtedly, wind up in the bin.
When he finally managed to speak, he could barely hear himself, “How do we tell her?”
Lucius closed the paper and sneered at the front page as if it were made of Bubotuber pus. “Let’s hide it,” he suggested darkly.
Severus rubbed his face. “Believe me, I’d love to, but I hardly think the rest of the world would be willing to play along with our cowardly charade. Besides, it’s not as if she wasn’t expecting this. Well . . . maybe not this exactly, but I think we all saw the shit approaching the fan.”
“Mmmm,” Lucius grunted. “I was hoping it would be a bit further down the road.”
“We all did. We’ll just have to deal with it sooner rather than later.”
“You mean she’ll have to deal with it.”
Severus grimaced and pressed his hand to his stomach. He didn’t like the idea of Hermione carrying this cross on her own. Society’s beef was with them, not her; but now she’d be the one on the front line, taking the heaviest fire. “We just have to make sure she knows we’re here for her and we’ll handle this in whatever way she chooses. The public backlash will be harsh, but . . . she’s strong. She’ll fight back. Knowing Hermione, she probably has some contingency plan.”
“She has all the support I can give her, but I don’t know if it’s enough.” Lucius looked up at him, his slate grey eyes hollow and haunted. “This will break her heart.”
The urge to reach out and stroke the sorrow from Malfoy's brow twitched through Snape’s fingers, but he didn’t think Lucius would appreciate the coddling. "If it does, then we’ll just have to hold it together for her.”
“Shh, I think I hear them coming,” Lucius whispered, his eyes darting toward the door. “You break it to her.”
“What! Why me?”
“Because sometimes daddies have to tell little girls bad news.”
Severus lowered his voice to a growl, “And do you know how they do that? They bring out a sparkly unicorn to soften the blow.”
Lucius was about to retort when the door swung open, and Hermione and Draco burst into the room, their smiling faces incongruous with the sour mood. Sensing the tension as soon as they stepped into the room, they both stopped in their tracks and fell silent.
“What's up with you two?” Draco asked, his voice almost soundless, as if he didn’t really want to know.
Severus glanced at Lucius, and when Malfoy gave him a pointed eyebrow arch, he breathed out a rough sigh, already exhausted by the day. And it wasn’t even nine yet. “Sit down, Hermione.”
She did as requested, slipping into her usual seat, her eyes bouncing back and forth between them, searching for reassurance.
Lucius gave Snape a “go ahead” nod.
Sitting down next to her, Severus looked into her big brown eyes and covered her hand with his. “Hermione . . .”
Anxiety wrinkled her forehead, and she sank her teeth into her lower lip: her nervous lip bite. He knew without looking that her other hand was balled into a little fist in her lap.
Bollocks! Why did he have to be the bad guy every damn time? Was he doomed to play the villain for all eternity? Fuck that! Looking up, he caught Malfoy’s eye and held him in place with his darkest glower. My God, man! Let me be the knight in shining armor for once in my life! I can’t be her bad-news Boggart today. Not about this. “Lucius has something to tell you.” 
Time to sparkle, ponyboy.  
Stab—In music, a stab is a single staccato note or chord that adds dramatic punctuation to a composition.
“Tell Her About It” by Billy Joel. Written by Bill Joel and released in 1983. https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=p0pM5dm--yQ
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