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This Physical Fascination (HG/SS/LM)	By : Remarkable Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 71592 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Okay my lovelies. I think I've kept you waiting long enough for this update. Here you go ladies and gents! Sorry, no smut in this chapter but I promise lots of lovely and lascivious lemons in the next one! Enjoy and don't forget to review! Trust me, you won't be disappointed with this one. *rubs hands together evilly.*

Chapter 6

Hermione paced back and forth in her office, the sharp edges of her high heels muffled by the plush carpet. Waiting for official notification of Severus and Malfoy’s arrest was agonizing, to put it mildly. Her heart beat wildly in her chest when a tawny owl finally rapped on her office window. Quickly letting in the bird and giving it a treat for the note, she ignored its retreat as she sank into her plush swivel chair and read the angry missive from the foreman of the worksite. It was an official request for information on the whereabouts of his two missing workers.

This was exactly what she needed to take the issue up with Auror Duggan. As much as she hated dealing with her ex-boyfriend, business was business and these two men were her jurisdiction. She should have been officially notified of their arrest upon her arrival at the office, but at half past eleven no one had seen fit to pay her a visit.

A few interns and various Ministry workers scuttled out of her way as the formidable woman click-clacked her way down the long marble hallway. If anyone had thoughts of trying to stop her for a conversation, their minds were changed very quickly with a withering glare as she passed by. No one messed with Hermione Granger when she had that look in her eye.

Without preamble, she forcefully pushed open Jack’s office door and let it slam against the wall behind it.

Annoyed, he rose from his chair as she strode up to his pretentious mahogany desk and slammed the paperwork from the foreman on his desk.

“What the hell is the meaning of this, Jack?”

Frowning momentarily, the big man picked up the paperwork and read through the information request. Damn. He hadn’t anticipated the foreman sending her an inquiry. Obviously, he was going to have to straighten the bloke out after he was done with Hermione’s little visit. This was going to make his plans more difficult. Jack put on his fakest smile and held it back out to her. Instead of taking the paper, she folded her arms and raised her eyebrows, clearly waiting for his answer. “Look, toots, it’s simple. The two poofters were having it on and they invoked some sort of sex magic. The alarms went off and we went and arrest them. They’re in a holding cell and set to get carted back to Azkaban this afternoon.”

Inside, Hermione was shaking, furious with rage. How dare he presume to take over her jurisdiction! Duggan had the right to make arrests but it was up to her discretion, with final approval from the Minister, on whether prisoners were sent back to Azkaban or not. Now she wondered how many prisoners had “accidentally” bypassed her authority. She needed to play it cool. Jack had a lot of influential friends in the Ministry, and even though she had the Minister’s ear, he had the muscle to get one over on her if he had a mind to. It was time to play dirty.

Hermione had worn her hair down today. She flipped it over her shoulder in the way she knew used to drive him crazy and shifted her stance to a semi-seductive one, hands on her hips and lips pouty. “You haven’t called me toots for ages, Jackster.”

That really seemed to get his attention. He eyed her suspiciously for a moment, fruitlessly trying to gauge her sincerity. This wasn’t his first trip around the block, and he wondered if she was trying to pull one over on him. “Jackster, huh?” Pulling his wand, he flipped the door shut and warded it.

Hermione gulped imperceptibly. It wasn’t her intention to have it on with him, but if she could get him in a compromising position, he might give her enough information to work with that she could take to Kingsley.

He was quick and was swiftly around the desk and behind her, big arms wrapping themselves around her stomach, as his nose buried itself in her hair and he inhaled. “Gods, toots, I always loved the smell of your hair. Drives me nuts, it does.” The same hands that had pummeled Snape made their way up over her breastbone and cupped her tits through the tight fabric of her white, no-nonsense blouse. “Never thought you’d come around again. You’re gonna have to show me your serious about this. I don’t like games, Hermione.” He bit into the flesh on her neck and soothed it with his tongue, the fabric of the papillae scratchy like a cat’s.

Hermione swallowed the rising bile in the back of her throat and leaned her head back against him, closing her eyes so he wouldn’t see the disgust etched there. She brought her arms up and buried them in his hair as he continued to nip, lick and kiss her neck while roughly kneading her breasts.

“I know exactly how to show you my sincerity, but first I want to know what you’ve done with the two men you’ve arrested.”

He jerked back from her sharply and spun her around, now digging his thumbs into her shoulders with unnecessary force. “Is this what this is all about? Those two dumbasses in lock-up?”

His voice had become low and threatening. She needed to speak quickly. “Not at all, Jack,” she replied calmly. “Business before pleasure, you see. Those two are high profile, and the Daily Prophet’s been keeping an eye on them. Since they’ve disappeared without an explanation from their worksite, I’m assuming there is going to be an ugly article in the paper tomorrow that won’t reflect well on the Minister’s support of the program if people are allowed to think they’ve escaped. You wouldn’t want the Minister busting up your little operation down here, would you?” She bit her lip out of nervous habit, taking the gamble that he would spill the beans about whatever he had going on in the Auror department. If he called her bluff, there would be trouble. She didn’t actually know anything about what was going on. Her hunches were usually correct, so she radiated confidence and jutted her chin out in challenge.

He threw his head back and laughed, deep and booming. This wasn’t the reaction she had been expecting, but was better than some of the alternatives. “Always knew you were a clever witch!” He slapped one hand on his thigh and shook his head, eyes dancing with mirth. Leaning back against the wall, it was his turn to fold his arms and settle down to peer at her curiously. “How much do you know?”

“Everything,” she deadpanned. Please fall for it, please fall for it, please believe me.

“Hot damn.” Jack muttered to himself and put both hands over his face. “Who told you?”

“I didn’t need anyone to tell me. I figured it out myself. There are far more prisoners missing than should be from the worksites. When I wasn’t receiving reports from the various foremen, but the workload seemed to be diminishing, I made personal visits to each site. It’s obvious the only person with the ability to bypass my authority is you, Jack.”

“You’re not going to tell Kingsley, are ya?” He had turned the corner of his mouth up in a way that belied the way he had asked the question.

She knew that look well. It meant that he thought she damn well wouldn’t tell Kingsley and figured it was a matter of details now. “I learned some Slytherin cunning from the best, didn’t I luv?” She hopped up on the edge of his desk and smirked at him in invitation.

Coming forward to push open her legs, he took her in his arms again, pressing her head against his belly. “Always knew there was a reason I fell in love with you. This time I ain’t gonna let you go, toots. You’re mine. No other man is gonna touch you again. Why the hell it took you so long to come back is beyond me.”

“Forgive me, luv,” she murmured back. “So are you going to split the kickbacks with me?”

He chuckled again, the rumbles tickling her cheek as they reverberated through his chest. “I’ll split ya with something.”

“That wasn’t what I was talking about.”

“I know, I know.” He was quiet for a moment, and she contemplated what was running through his head.

At this point she wasn’t too worried. If he had meant to fight with her or hurt her, he would have done so already. The git still had feelings for her. While the old Hermione might have felt guilty about using those feelings against him, the person she was today didn’t give a whit. The man was so utterly predictable when it came to sex. If he smelled a chance at pussy or power he was on it like a rat up a drainpipe.

“I’ll split ya ninety-ten.”

“Fifty-fifty.

” “Eighty-twenty.”

“Seventy-thirty and no less.”

Jack growled low in his chest and then sighed. “Alright. Now that business is over, it’s time for pleasure.” Without preamble, he shoved her back onto his desk and lowered his broad-shouldered hulk on top of her. His lips devoured hers, his tongue plundering through her mouth like a freight train gone berserk. Unexpectedly, a loud zapping sound had the Auror jumping away from her with an agonized howl. “What the fuck was that? You hexed me you dumb bitch!”

Immediately, Hermione was sitting up once more, bewildered. “I didn’t do anything, I swear!”

“Than why is your wand in your hand?” Oh shite. She must have pulled it out of habit when he jumped up, but she hadn’t hexed him; not yet anyway. “I swear, I didn’t hex you! You scared me when you yelled and I pulled my wand because I was startled!”

He advanced on her and ripped the wand out of her hand. “I told you not to play games with me! I meant it; now you’ll find out what I should have done to you years ago for leaving me!” Jack easily overpowered her attempts to push him away and held both hands above her head. He forced her to walk over to the wall and spun her around to face it. With his free hand, he pushed up the back of her skirt and ripped off her knickers.

“Jack, don’t do this! I don’t know what happened! I’m not playing games with you, I swear!”

“All women are a bunch of fuckin’ cheats and liars. Good for nothin’ but fucking, ya are. And here I loved you all this time and you dare fuck with me. Well not anymore, toots!”

Hermione heard the snap and zip of his jeans coming open. The rustle of fabric had his thick member unfurled against her backside and she gasped with surprise. Gods no! She was bound to Lucius and Severus! She couldn’t betray them like this! Yet he had her trapped, and she was powerless to stop what was about to happen.

Jack brought his lips up to her ear and whispered, “Enjoy it while you can, toots. After today, you’ll be out of a job, and no one in wizarding England is gonna touch you for employment. You messed with the wrong bloke, missy.” He brought the head of his huge organ to rest at the entrance to her pussy. The second he tried to thrust into her, he was shoved back into his desk by an invisible force that sent both him and the desk tipping over into the file cabinets behind it.

Released at last, Hermione didn’t waste any time snatching her wand up off the floor where he had dropped it and Apparating out of his office and straight to the hallway to Kingsley’s. The guards at the doors were on her in an instant. Once they saw who she was and the state of dishevelment she was in, they helped her up and called for a Healer to come upstairs.

All the commotion outside the office brought Kingsley Shacklebolt to the door to see what was going on. “Hermione! What’s going on out here?”

Out of breath, she took his proffered hand and waved off the guards, telling them she was fine.

As Kingsley brought her into his office and conjured her a drink, she thanked him and shook her head when he offered to call the Healer once more. “I’m fine, Kingsley, really. Listen! This is important. Jack Duggan has been illegally undermining my and your authority by sending released prisoners back to Azkaban without proper authorization, and receiving some sort of kickbacks for the trouble.”

“That’s a very serious accusation, Hermione. Auror Duggan’s service record has been impeccable. Do you have any proof?”

“Get a Pensieve up here right away and I’ll show you everything.”

-- Having planted the last of the damning evidence in Duggan’s personal locker, Harry Potter wiped his arm across his brow -and smiled. The fucker wouldn’t know what hit him before the day was out. He sauntered up the stairs from the break room and down the Auror’s corridor and into the security wing.

Harry had a feeling that Snape had some internal bleeding. The bloke hadn’t looked too good that morning, and his nose was still broken.

This time, the Auror on duty didn’t give him any trouble when he flashed a medical pass at the man. No one wanted to mess with the medical division for maltreatment of prisoners. Everyone in the department knew the detainees got roughed up, but they usually healed them before sending them on to wherever they were going.

First, Harry went in to see Snape.

“Snape.”

“Potter.”

Severus didn’t move a muscle when Harry came in. He knew things were happening he wasn’t privy to, and it was a matter of time now before he’d find out what the young man was up to.

Without a word, Harry healed his nose and lessened the hurt in his side, although it didn’t go away completely. His breathing improved and he was able to raise his arms above his head now without the excruciating pain that had been there just moments before. “Thank you,” he said quietly.

“You’re welcome.” Harry held his dark gaze in his own startling emerald ones and concentrated hard. I’ll have you out of here by the end of the day.

Snape raised a brow but said nothing. The young Auror’s Legilimency skills were impressive for one so young. He wondered who had taught him the art. It was not easy to come by or cheap for that matter. Severus was grateful the lad’s skills were rudimentary so as not to have glimpsed his relationship with Hermione.

Without another word, Harry headed over to Malfoy’s cell and let himself in. He hadn’t had a chance to explain anything to Lucius, as Jack had followed him over to the cell that morning. Instead, he had had to injure the tall blond to the other man’s satisfaction. He didn’t expect a warm reception by any means.

“Malfoy.”

There was no reply except for an icy glare from the steely grey eyes across the room. Lucius’ pale skin was mottled with bruises of varying colors with one eye swelled nearly shut. One leg sprawled out to the side at an odd angle. Harry frowned. That leg had been fine when he was last in there much earlier.

“I’m here to heal you.”

“How droll. The very hand that injures me comes to soothe the pain. You will forgive me if I do not show sincere appreciation for your pedestrian efforts.” Lucius sneered his contempt.

Harry expected no different. He began healing the prisoner and didn’t attempt conversation. There was no way of telling what types of listening bugs were put into place here, so he didn’t want to chance it. When he was finished, the other man looked much better, especially with the leg healed to its rightful state. “I need to get a better look at that eye.”

Lucius warily faced him more squarely and looked straight at him. Harry concentrated, his brow furrowed with tight focus. Don’t react in any way. I’m on your side. I am going to get you and Snape out of here by the end of the day. Hang tight and don’t give me away. If you can trust me and play along if I have to come back, I promise you’ll be fine. Sorry I had to hurt you earlier when Duggan was in here.”

Lucius kept the stony look to his mouth, but his eyes had a sharp twinkle to them that hadn’t been there earlier. His nod was so minute Harry wouldn’t have seen it if he hadn’t of been looking for it.

Harry left the cell, quite satisfied that everything was in place. It had been quite a simple affair, after all, to frame the smug bastard who called himself his boss. It turned out that quite a few people had a score to settle with Duggan. One of the members of a Death Eater’s family, that had met a similar fate in store for Severus and Lucius, had imparted some very damning information that he intended to bring to Kingsley’s attention at once.

With a little hop and a skip, Harry took the lift and made his way down the hall to the Minister’s office. As he rounded the corner with the intention of going straight into the office, as he was one of the only people allowed that privilege, the Aurors there stopped him. “Sorry mate, Minister’s busy at the moment.”

Harry frowned. “Do you know when he’ll be free?”

The other man shrugged. “Can’t say. He’s been in there for a quite awhile already with his guest. Your guess is as good as mine.”

“Fine, I’ll wait.” Harry took a seat on the plush bench across the way in a small alcove. It was irritating to have to wait for an audience with Kingsley. Harry was used to traipsing in whenever he felt like it, but he knew he was spoiled that way.

Harry had nearly fallen asleep, despite only waiting twenty minutes or so, when the door to Kingsley’s office finally opened. His jumped to his feet and opened his mouth to speak, but felt his jaw drop and stay open when Hermione came out of the office in front of the dark-skinned man.

“Hermione?”

“Hi Harry.” She came over and gave him a light hug

. “What are you doing here?”

“I work here!”

“Yeah, I know, but you look-“

“Rough, I know. Look Harry, I’m kinda busy right now. I’ll catch you later, okay?”

“Alright. Hey, Kingsley, can I talk to you for a minute?”

Kingsley shook his head to the negative. “I’ve got important business with Hermione to attend to at the moment, Harry, but I’ll be more than happy to speak with you tomorrow morning.”

The pair walked away from him at a quick pace and he had to trot to catch up to them. “Hey you guys, this is really important!”

Kingsley stopped and Hermione huffed with irritation. “This better be good. I haven’t got time for your trivial complaints today, Potter.”

Shit. Kingsley only called him Potter when he was really irritated with him. Harry indicated the side corridor and took his friend into it with Hermione giving him the evil eye behind his back. After several rushed minutes of furious whispering, the two emerged from the corridor.

Hermione tapped her foot and pointed at her Muggle watch. “Well? What’s more important than what we just discussed? He could have sent them back already by now!”

Kingsley laid a big hand on Hermione’s shoulder and the other on Harry’s. “I think you two should both be present for this. It seems there is more to Auror Duggan’s games than I ever imagined.”

“What do you mean?” Hermione looked at Harry questioningly and back into Kingsley’s gorgeous chocolate brown eyes.

Kingsley nodded to Harry. “He’s just given me some information that makes this case watertight. Let’s go get the rest of the special team together and pay our Head Auror a visit, shall we?”

Still confused, Hermione and Harry didn’t have time to question one another before they hurried after the Minister for Magic. That conversation would have to wait until after Shacklebolt’s surprise for one of his top security members.

They made good time back down to the security section of the Ministry. Kingsley sent a couple of interns running in opposite directions for various members of the emergency response team that handled potentially volatile situations within the Ministry. Harry was part of that team.

Within minutes the group was assembled, wands drawn and ready for their orders. Kingsley cast a shield charm around the group and a Muffliato while he gave the orders. “I’ve called you together for the purpose of arresting Head Auror Jack Duggan.”

There was a collective gasp from the group as the team leader Derek Ashland stepped forward. “What’s the charge, Minister?”

“Attempted rape, maltreatment of prisoners, disobeying a direct order, extortion and larceny. That, my friends, is just the start of the laundry list of charges. Now, let’s get this clown out of here so I can start a formal investigation.”

“Yes, sir!” Came the shout of sixteen highly trained and dangerous men and women, all in unison.

It seemed like a bit of overkill to Hermione, just to make a simple arrest, but one couldn’t be too careful, she supposed.

A quick jaunt down the hallway and around a couple more corners brought them before the door to Duggan’s office. Derek made everyone stand back except for a man and woman from the top of the strike team on either side of him. With a combined shield, blast and Expelliarmus spell, the three broke down the door and rushed in.

Jack Duggan sat behind his desk as if nothing untoward had happened just a short time ago in that very space. He sputtered as his wand, which had been in his hand, flew from him to an Auror from the strike team, an Incarcerous was cast by Ashland, and the female Auror came around to keep her wand trained at his head.

“What the bloody fuck is the meaning of this?”

Kingsley Shacklebolt stepped over the wreckage of the door flanked by Harry, Hermione, and a select group of the strike task force. The Minster grinned, his pearly white teeth contrasting starkly against his dark lips. “By my Order as Minster for Magic, you are under arrest, you slimy sonofabitch.”

“But, but but!” was all that came out of Jack’s lips before Ashland put a silencing spell on him.

“Get this trash out of my sight!” Kingsley jerked a thumb over his shoulder and the team hauled away a struggling and incensed Duggan.

When everyone had gone from the office except for Harry, Hermione, Kingsley, and two remaining Aurors from the team, Hermione and Harry turned to Kingsley and started to speak at once. He held up his big hands to them both and chuckled. “One at a time. Come, let’s go back to my office and I will let each of you tell your story. Then I will launch a formal investigation into the misdeeds of the Head Auror.”

“But what about-“ Hermione began but was stopped by Kingsley once more.

“I’ve already told Ashland to take care of them. There’s no need to worry. Your charges will be released back to their flat, given the week off before resuming their work duties, and I will look into the accusations presented concerning the other past applicants as soon as possible.”

Momentarily satisfied, the pair followed the Minster back to his office.

After everyone had gone, Mason disillusioned himself from the corner where he had been standing the entire time. Only his quick thinking had saved his hide for the moment. He had to warn the others about what was coming, or they’d all be sacked. Damn that Potter kid. It was a shame what they’d have to do to him, but business was business. He wasn’t going to let the wizarding world’s bratty savior ruin their little operation.

With an ugly sneer, Mason took off with a trot in the opposite direction the others had taken with no good intentions on his mind or in his heart.
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