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Three Men, 1 Brunette and a Baby	By : dragongirl Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 28015 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter 7: The Prophet and The Confession

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To say that Lord Harry James Potter was ticked was an understatement. He had thrown not only his cup, but also anything else within his reach.

"Pup, what is going on?" came Sirius with his wand in hand, ready to defend his family.

"'What's going on, he asks!" Harry threw the Saturday edition of the Prophet.

"WAR HEROINE, PREGNANT!"

"This reporter was informed by a very dependable source that the war heroine of the Hogwarts Battle, and the brains of the Golden Trio, IS PREGNANT. Yes, my dear readers, pregnant. She alleges that her condition is a consequence of rape. Miss Granger wasn't available for comment, due to her having been moved to a secret location for her security. Was it rape or is it another trick to win the sympathy of the public?

Miss Granger hasn't been seen in weeks. Why the secrecy? Our sources informed us that she is under the protection of the Great Lords, who we were unable to reach for comment. Why? Is one of them involved? There must be more to this story that meets the eye.

It is well known that Miss Granger has broken the hearts of many during her years at Hogwarts. All of her victims were wealthy, famous and well-connected: Lord Harry Potter, Viktor Krum and Ron Weasley to name a few."

Mr. Weasley was kind enough to concede an interview. 'It had been a very difficult time for my family and me, we felt cheated. My parents treated her like a daughter as they expected us to marry. How she could do this to me? I loved her! The worst part is she lied about being raped. She's probably been cheating on me all this time and wants me to take care of a bastard child." A very affected Mr. Weasley commented.

Other sources provided some very compromising photos of Miss Granger with Lord Greyback, Lord Longbottom and Mr. Terry Boot. See photos on page 14. What does she have that makes the noble Lords want to protect her?

Is Miss Granger a victim or a ….!"

Sirius couldn't read any more, he set the copy on fire.

"Okay, Harry, it's time to squash a bug." An evil grin appeared on the Marauder's face.

Meanwhile, in the gardens, three young men were looking everywhere for their Hermione, when they remembered that they could smell her. It made finding her much easier.

They found her on a bench, under a willow tree, near the pond, crying. Their hearts broke.

Terry got to her first. He knelt and the other two followed his lead. He then sat next to her and settled her on his lap, kissing her tears from her cheek.

"Hermione, please don't cry. Every one of your tears breaks my heart," he said and looking to his mates he added, "We have a confession to make." he started saying, taking her hand in his. "First, you have to promise to hear us out without interrupting or running away." She nodded her understanding, her face becoming a mask of curiosity.

"Hermione, we…" Neville's words died in his mouth as at that moment an owl flew and sat on the back of the bench, extending her leg to Neville. The envelope had the Malfoy emblem, which meant that he had been summoned. He quickly opened the envelope. They all watched as he read the missive, his facial expression went from concern to furious in seconds.

"Fuck! Have either of you read the Prophet this morning?" They shook their head, and he continued, "We have a situation that needs our immediate attention. Faol, you have to come with me; you'll need your official dress ropes with your family emblem.!"

He was desperate and enraged and started explaining telepathically to Terry what was going on. When his eyes met the other wizards, he saw the same rage reflected in their expressions.

"Go squash that bug and bring her as a souvenir. Don't worry about her, I will stay and explain the situation." Neville kissed him and then moved to kiss Hermione on the lips.

Looking at Hermione, he vaguely explained to her, "Everything is okay, Lordship issues. Don't be worried. We will be back in no time and finish our conversation. Just remember that we love you." He knelt and kissed her belly. "And we love you as well, princess."

"GO!" insisted Terry.

Gringotts.

Ragnok was not surprised by the Great Lords showing up unexpected. He suspected the purpose. They were very protective of the witch whose character was currently being assassinated in the Prophet. He didn't want to be in the shoes of the person they were after.

He appreciated all the business that these men had brought to Gringotts, and for that, he would accommodate their wishes.

Besides, he's always liked Miss Granger. She was intelligent, kind hearted, and her constant advocacy for the rights of all magical creatures was admirable. So he decided to put forth an extra effort on this assignment.

Neither of the Lords needed to explain much of what they wanted. They were clearly there for one thing. Revenge.

"How can I be of service, my Lords?"

"How many stocks do we own from the Prophet?"

As soon as Faol finished, a parchment appeared with the information requested.

Lord Faol Gabriel Greyback…9%

Lord Lucius Abraxas Malfoy… 9%

Lord Sirius Orion Black …...8%

Lord Harry James Potter…. 6%

Lord Severus Prince-Snape …..3%

Lord Neville Longbottom …3%

"Ragnok, who are the owners of the Prophet? Can you arrange a meeting? We would like to buy the rest of the stocks, and keep the majority as the 60% ,but also, we are going give the other 40% to someone else as an investment," commented Sirius with an very evil grin.

Ragnok just smirked; he had anticipated this maneuver.

"Lord Black, as you wish. I will request a meeting with the owner, immediately. If you'll excuse me."

"Okay, we are retaining 60% of the stock, that is clear, but who is going to have the remaining?" asked Neville confused.

"That, Lord Longbottom, will be a gift to the light of our lives," Severus said.

The door opened once more, and three more men joined the group: Adrian Pucey, Theodore Nott and Blaise Zabini, the lawyers of the Great Lords.

"So, we came at a good time? No blood running, yet?" They all laughed at Blaise's comment.

"No, we haven't been to the Prophet," Faol said, prompting more laughter.

Ragnok had come back with some elderly people who were very afraid when they saw the men in the room.

"This is Mr. and Mrs. White, owners of the 62% of the Prophet. They are highly motivated to sell, for the right price of course, and if possible, they wish to retain 2%."

"I don't think that will be a problem, but we ask for immediate possession of the business."

"Okay, let's begin our negotiations."

For the White's, the negotiations were quick. They were happy to get rid of the Prophet, and the howlers they received daily. The day was a lucky one.
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