Death Eater Double Team | By : Tigerrr Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 15510 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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A/N: I hurried
through most of Death Eater boot camp cuz Lucius and Severus can’t really get
any until it’s done…well, except for the cheating that went on in the last
chapter. Now they’re facing the last
test and once Hermione’s through it, the fun can begin in earnest…and it looks
like the boys are starting to enjoy her company…
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The door to the Weasley’s patched-together house flew open
and three figures ran out to the waiting broomsticks, all the while trying to
keep an eye out for Malfoy and Snape. In
a cluster, the trio kicked off the ground and were airborne, Harry and Ron trying
to surround Hermione and keep her safe.
“D’you see them?” Ron asked nervously, shading his eyes with
a hand.
Harry hunched his shoulders.
“No…’Mione? Any sign of them?”
“No. And there should
be, look how bright it is today.”
Ron smirked. “You
see? That’s why they’re nowhere near; Snape would burst into flames because
it’s daylight. And that creep Malfoy is
probably going to buy some cream for his skin…mustn’t have that perfect skin
burned, now, can we?”
Hermione felt a stab of annoyance go through her at this
mention of the two wizards with whom she had shared an intimate moment
earlier. “Leave them alone, Ronald. This is hard enough on them as it is, being
double agents while having to hide from the public.”
Her friends hooted with laughter. “You’re sticking up for those two gits?
What’s with you, ‘Mione?” Harry asked quizzically. The witch had been acting a bit odd ever
since they had shown up at headquarters, he thought. His attention drifted, and he never noticed
the shadows crossing the lawn, racing towards them.
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The Death Eaters flew towards the trio at breakneck speed;
as suspected, they were all chatting amongst themselves and not paying a lick
of attention to their whereabouts.
Lucius looked over at his friend and saw Severus nod to him, mouthing
the word “Potter.” He grinned and bent
over the handle of his broom, his long hair streaming out behind him like a
white-blonde pennant. They separated to streak
around the large tree that the young wizard was drifting towards and Potter
only had an instant to respond as they came together on each side of him,
violently unseating him. The
Idiot-Who-Lived had his wand stashed in the pocket of his jeans, and Severus
relieved him of it neatly as the boy fell to earth. Lucius sighed, supremely satisfied at the WHOMP! the moron made as he landed
amidst the azaleas.
Should have dropped
him a further distance, Severus thought as he shook his head. The boy had been a thorn in his side for
years, and no matter how often he dumped him on his head in practice sessions,
it was never enough. He brightened as
the thought came to him that all he had to do was to wait for the git to wake
up, and then he could do it again.
Severus narrowed his eyes at Weasley and Granger, who had scattered in
alarm. He didn’t want to be
unnecessarily rough with her, but what they had told her was true – they wanted
her able to defend herself at the upcoming confrontation.
Sighing, he pushed his hair out of his dark eyes and rushed
towards Weasley, who looked ready to faint with terror. Lucius circled back so he could take part in
knocking the imbecile unconscious, and Severus waved a hand at him, gallantly
offering him his turn. His friend
flashed him a pleased smile and took off after the gibbering fool.
Lucius sped after the redhead gleefully, and within seconds
had him off his broom and hanging from the highest branch of the large tree
screaming shrilly for his mother. He
looked over his shoulder to see Severus applauding appreciatively, then both
swiveled their brooms to find Hermione…who was flying as fast as she could in
the other direction. He fetched up
beside Severus, and looked over at his friend.
“I can’t believe I’m saying this, but…can’t we let up on her?”
Severus stared at him incredulously. “If we do, she won’t be prepared. What happens if Dolohov, or even Macnair
tries to go after her when she’s flying?”
He shifted his broom so he could talk to Lucius and keep an eye on
Hermione at the same time. “What’s with
you, Malfoy? You’re not…in love… with her, are you? I thought we agreed it was only to be a
contest to keep us from being bored, seeing who could bed her first.” He shifted again, this time a bit guiltily –
he had been letting the young witch’s dreams into his, instead of practicing
Occlumency against her as he had previously resolved to do…he had said nothing
to Lucius about his guest appearances
in the dreams, either. And it was a
damned good thing that Hermione had no thoughts about the two Death Eaters
being on intimate terms, or he wouldn’t even be able to look his friend in the
eye.
Lucius spluttered, denying any sort of romantic inclinations
towards the witch. “How can you think
that, Severus? The consummate nerve,
suggesting such a thing…!” He did a
guilt wiggle of his own, noticed by his friend, who asked him if he perhaps had
boils that needed treating. “Shove it,
Snape. She’s getting away,” he said in
an attempt to draw the other Death Eater’s scrutiny elsewhere. Severus allowed it and suggested they get on
with it.
Hermione begged her broom for more speed, trying to put as
much distance between her and her pursuers as she could. Despite the fact that, not an hour ago she
had been kissing them and stuffing her hands inside their trousers, she was
terrified of being caught. She knew it
would happen anyway, but still. A yelp
escaped her as the crackling rush of a spell came within a hairsbreadth of
decapitating her and she inadvertently sent her broom into a tailspin. I’m
better than this, I mustn’t panic, I mustn’t…spell! What’s a good spell that will get them off my
back? Her mind ran down the lists of
spells she had learned, but in her present state of mind she couldn’t focus.
She fought to keep control of her broom and brought it closer to the ground
just as another spell struck her from the side and spilled her to the
ground. “Ooooof!” she grunted, the wind
knocked from her lungs. Rolling over
onto her back, she glared up at the two wizards hovering over her. “I don’t think I’m cut out for flying, so we
might as well just go back,” she informed them.
Lucius and Severus peered down at her. “Anything broken, Granger?” The elder Malfoy called. “No?
Then get back on your broom and get your ass up here.” She grumbled an insulting reply and was very
displeased at the laughter that resulted.
Hermione missed seeing the approval on their faces as she gamely went
back to her broom and kicked off once more, hovering in front of them and
asking if she would get a head start.
Severus promised thirty seconds, and she squared her shoulders, taking
off. They chased her several more times,
which inevitably ended with her spitting out large sections of Mrs. Weasley’s
lawn. This was interspersed with the Death
Eaters caroming after the two young men and knocking them senseless. Finally, after yet another failure by
Hermione (she was not used to failing, and was taking it rather hard), the
training session dissolved into mini flying lessons after they had
incapacitated Harry and Ron. She flew
side-by-side with them, or joined one of the two men on their brooms until she
had gotten quite used to flying and had begun to enjoy it. And if she pretended not to grasp the basics
so as to stay pressed against the two wizards in turn, they weren’t about to
reprimand her.
Harry and Ron began to do a reasonable job of evasive maneuvering,
enough that the Death Eaters finally pronounced themselves satisfied and sent
them off. Hermione was asked to stay,
and she did so gladly. After a few
run-throughs she was at her friends’ level, and very proud when Severus gave
grudging praise of her flying. She
sensed that they were loathe to depart, not wanting to go back to their dull
life of hiding and solitude in Grimmauld
Place. “I’d
like to stay for a while, you know, to discuss some things with Mr. Weasley…I
think Harry and Ron have already gone back.”
They brightened at this suggestion and she smiled to herself, glad that
she could give them this at least. She
surprised each wizard with a hug to thank them for the training, and felt their
startled eyes follow her as she walked to the house.
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Severus was in confusion at this turn of events. No one had voluntarily offered him
spontaneous affection before; indeed, most “affection” was the kind he had to
pay for – that incident involving Hestia had to do with a bottle of Ogdens –
and he wasn’t sure how to take it.
Granted, most of the dreams he spied on had much more pillow talk and
romantic nonsense than the first dream he had been drawn into so it wasn’t as
if he were a total stranger to that
elusive creature known as affection.
Having her arms flung about him and her body pressed to his (however
briefly) had been…exceedingly pleasant.
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Lucius had almost fallen off his broom as the petite witch
had embraced him. Hours before her hand
had been inside his pants bringing him to a much-needed release, but that had
been a heated and somewhat mindless encounter.
He knew she lusted for him (and was very proud of this knowledge) but
this had been something different. It
had been a long, long time since any woman actually liked him…even Narcissa didn’t give a damn about what he could give
her outside the bedroom. Of course, he
hadn’t loved the gold-digger either, so they had been a well-matched pair. Had he really
told Hermione Granger that she was a Mud-Blood? He shook off these disturbing thoughts and
cast about looking for something to do, something to say to his silent friend
who was looking at the Weasley’s house thoughtfully. “Severus…we haven’t been on brooms for a
while – fancy a game?”
Severus conjured a Quaffle immediately, and Transfigured a
hole in the side of a large tree for an adequate goal ring. “Let’s go, then,” he invited, tossing the
ball over.
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Hermione finished her cup of tea and thanked Mrs.
Weasley. “We’d best be going; I just
wanted to make sure the boys had some fun before being closed in again at
headquarters.” She blushed as she heard
her words, and the familiar way in which she spoke of the Death Eaters. “I mean, they’re just like boys, aren’t
they? Always arguing and fighting,” she
said lamely as Mrs. Weasley hid a grin.
“I’ll just be getting them now, and we’ll go.”
She walked out to the sounds of shouts and laughter. It must be the twins, she thought, then got a
good look at what was happening. Severus
and Lucius were playing one on one Quidditch, and trying to keep the other from
scoring. The speed at which they were
flying amazed her, as well as their skill – she watched as Severus wrested the
Quaffle from Lucius and did a spectacular 180 to score neatly, and she clapped
delightedly as Lucius one-upped her former professor by scoring next. She could see the boys they had been,
fighting good-naturedly and laughing…Severus had a wonderful laugh, low and
rich while Lucius’ rang out freely and made her smile. They swooped down and leaped from their
broomsticks in front of her as soon as they noticed their audience and she
asked them if they were ready to take her back.
“I’ll take you wherever you’d like,” Severus offered
slyly. “I only hope your dream
destination is my room.” She giggled and
couldn’t help herself from giving him another hug, she was so pleased at seeing
him happier. This time his arms came
around her in return and she pressed her face into his chest before breaking
loose. Hermione noticed Lucius looking a
bit put-out at not receiving the same treatment, and reached over to squeeze
his hand lightly and smile up at him.
Hermione surveyed both Death Eaters. “So, does this mean I graduate?”
“Absolutely,” smirked Lucius.
She started back for the house to take the Floo network back
to Twelve Grimmauld Place,
glancing back over her shoulder. “I
think I’d like Italian food tonight, perhaps you two could work out who will
take me to dinner?” she grinned as the
two wizards exchanged a significant look and began arguing.
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