Ok so I stopped publishing this story as I was getting some flak over all the smut. I know its pretty intense smut but apparently people don't like it. I've been getting lots of people email me wanting more of the story. I've been writing more of it for myself so I thought I would publish a big lot here for those people. I'm already prepared for the negativity but whatever, if its too hot get outta the kitchen I say! For all whom love it let me know what you think. Sorry I haven't proofed any of this, spelling and grammar problems abound!
My lessons with Harry weren't going as well as mine and Severus' had been, I hated to admit it but Severus was right, Harry was absolute rubbish at this, he seemed incapable of clearing his mind. I had no idea Harry even had so much on his mind in all honesty. Trying to be patient and not snap at him like Severus had done in the past I watched Harry pace my room in frustration.
'I can't do it Hermione! I just can't, I tried in the past and I'm trying now and all I am doing is failing, oh and wasting your time'
'Harry, you are not wasting my time, we just need to find your focus somehow, its different for some people, tell me Harry when is it in the past where you need to focus, that you do your best to block every distraction out to accomplish a task? Transfiguration? Potions? Certainly not History of Magic given you fall asleep every lesson'.
Harry was getting excited now, 'Hermione that's it! Though its not any of my lessons, its Quidditch! When I have to block out the crowd and the weather and the other players to focus on finding the snitch. Just a second give me a moment'. Looking determined he focused on a spot beyond my head, his eyes still open, I could see something in them change.
'Okay try now Hermione'.
'Alright then, Legilimens' I whispered.
I was now looking at nothing, well not quite nothing, an empty Quidditch pitch, he had done it, he had cleared his mind.
'Oh Harry you did it! You cleared your mind, thats the first step, you're nearly there!'.
Picking me up and twirling me around, 'I couldn't have done it without you Hermione, I never would have accomplished this with Snape, thank you for having faith in me'
Giving him a kiss on the cheek goodnight I felt happy and full of energy, I think I'll go for a walk, it was still relatively early and I wanted to get out in the fresh air.
With a spring in my step at my success at teaching Harry to clear his mind I decided to go check on my Herbology assignment in Greenhouse three. Everything was going according to plan, my relationship with Severus and Draco was every bit as exhilarating and comforting as I hoped a relationship would be, Harry was feeling positive, and I had a hunch my powers were now at their full potential. Severus had taught me to shield my magic from others as he does, lest I start attracting questions and trouble. Just as I rounded the corner of Greenhouse two I heard a voice mumble 'Petrificus Totalus'. A second too late I realised that it was meant for me, another five seconds was all it took for me to realise that despite being the most powerful witch currently in existence I couldn't throw off this hex. I could feel my wand buzzing in my robe pockets, it was trying to connect with my hands with no avail. I couldn't understand, I can do wandless and wordless magic, how was this possible? Eventually my attackers came into my vision, I was still secretly hoping this was a house mate prank. Two large and meaty heads crowded my vision, Crabbe and Goyle? Just fucking great, the two buffoons of Slytherin house get the drop on me? If I survive this Harry and Ron will surely kill me to put me out of my embarrassment related suffering.
The way they were looking at me was now starting to create a storm of panic, there was genuine malice in their eyes.
Goyle was now pressing his shoe against my face, I could smell the clean fresh dirt of Hogwarts, tears of fear and humiliation were streaming down my face.
'Don't cry mudblood, we haven't even got started have we Crabbe?'.
'We cant let Draco have all the fun with you mudblood, our fathers told us what he did to you'.
My eyes somehow must have shown the abject terror I was feeling as Goyle chuckled to my reaction with great satisfaction.
'Don't worry little mud blood we ain't gonna fuck ya, our fathers would kill us if we put our dicks in your kind, nah we're going to hurt you, we're going to hurt you real bad and if ya die then we'll leave your dead body in the forbidden forest'.
At that terrifying pronouncement Goyle's boot kicked me in the back of the head, Crabbe had started kicking me in the ribs. The pain was near overwhelming, it was only 10 seconds into their attack that I realised I probably wouldn't survive this, they were far too strong and violent and my body far too weak and unprotected. Wishing I could curl up in a ball to try and protect my face and organs I hated my magic for not protecting me. From that thought I could feel my magic blossoming around my injuries, I could feel the pain lessening some what, concentrating on focusing my magic I tried to imagine layers of protection and healing around my body. I knew I couldn't keep this up for long, already Goyle's kicks into my head were starting to rob me of consciousness, I needed someone to find and save me from my attackers. At that a spark behind my eyes, the feelings of protectiveness and power, what was that? Severus? I could feel his energy in that spark, as a last final ditch effort to survive I focused on that spark and tried to imagine my sending an SOS signal to Severus and Draco as well through our imprinting. I don't know how much time had passed, I was losing consciousness and then I felt them, Severus and Draco, in my mind, frantic, not knowing where I was just feeling panic, hoping they would find me I lost my battle with the oncoming darkness and fell into the abyss.
Having just finished with the Gryffindor and Slytherin third years I stormed back to my room, how do these students out dunderhead themselves every year? Three cauldrons had succumbed to those idiots and their inability to follow simple instructions. Feeling a headache come on I ordered some tea from the kitchens and decided to settle in with the latest potions journal, I was already looking forward to writing to the editor to correct all these pretenders whom think they know the subtle art of potion making. The warm comforting smell of the tea leaves found its way into my nostrils as I went to take the first anticipated sip when I felt this sharp pain behind my eyes and then all I could hear from Hermione screaming inside my head, screaming in pain and desperation, calling my name to help her to please help her. My teacup had smashed on the ground and I had keeled over in pain, what fresh hell was this? I knew I had to find her, I hoped that the third years potions fumes had just addled my brain but in my heart I knew Hermione was in trouble, that her life was in danger. Pulling myself off the floor I stumbled out into the dungeon corridor, Draco was half way up the corridor as well, pulling himself along the dungeon walls towards my study. He had felt it too. Meeting each other I grabbed his arm, 'You feel it too? Hermione? She's in trouble yes?'.
'Professor she sounds like she's dying, please we have to find her, where is she? Has she been captured by Voldemort?'
'I don't know Draco but I feel like she's on the school grounds, can you?'
'Yes, yes she's outside somewhere but I cant feel where! by the time we search the grounds it could be too late!'.
'Draco take my hand, focus on Hermione, focus on her magic, on our magic, on the bond we all share, focus and I will do the same'.
The boy took a deep breath, he was shaken, red eyed, tears rolling down his cheeks, I let go of my magic and used every bit of my magical energy to focus on getting to her side, with a POP of apparition Draco and I were taken outside near the greenhouses.
I could hear the sounds of taunting and the dull thuds of something hard hitting something soft. Running towards the sounds we both stopped at a stand still at the first sight of what was happening before us. Hermione on the ground, petrified? and those goons Crabbe and Goyle kicking the life out of her, laughing and taunting her. They hadn't seen us yet and my magic erupted in rage and anger, rolling over them and knocking them to the ground instantly. Wordlessly stunning them so they couldn't identify their attackers I bound, gagged and blind folded them. Draco was already at Hermiones side crying at the sight of her body, it was a bloody pulp of bruises and shattered bones, dead then, no one could survive that. My stomach dropped into my boots.
'Professor she's alive, please she needs help, Hermione if you can hear me hold on!'.
Draco had cast a diagnosis spell, there was a faint heartbeat, she was alive, how? She looked like minced meat. Without a moments hesitation I summoned my patronus, expecting to see the familiar doe I was now looking at a wily looking scar ridden fox, it cocked its head at me as if to say you conjured me for a reason what are you waiting for? Sending a frantic message to Poppy and Dumbledore I watched my fox dart off into the night and returned to Hermiones side with Draco.
'Professor should we do anything, you know some healing charms right?'
'Yes many but with this level of damage I'm scared to do anything lest I damage her further, I would only trust Madam Pomfrey with this Draco, we just have to hope she stays with us until she arrives'. Silently standing over Hermione and Draco I gripped the boys shoulder to comfort him and myself, I could feel Hermione on my consciousness, sending my magic through our connection I commanded my magic to heal and nurture, to preserve and protect. She must live.
Poppy and Dumbledore were rushing down the slope towards the Greenhouses now, Poppy had already conjured a stretcher and it followed behind her, I heard her gasp in shock as she approached closer. Dumbledore had surveyed the situation and was currently investigating who it was that attacked Hermione, Fawkes exploded in a giant fireball of feathers and flames, letting out a sad trill at the sight before him.
'Poppy can Fawkes be of assistance? He has indicated he would be honoured to help Miss Granger'
'Thank you headmaster but Fawkes can save his tears, I don't know how its possible but its like Hermione has channeled her magic to protect her internal organs and brain, she has extensive bruising and some shattered bones but nothing Severus' potions wont heal in time. Quite remarkable I've never seen anyones magic do that before have you headmaster?'.
Dodging the question quite effectively the headmaster stroked his bead thoughtfully, 'Miss Granger is a remarkable woman Poppy, now lets get her to the infirmary, I will talk to Mister Malfoy and Professor Snape first and then I shall be along'.
Madam Pompfrey had levitated Hermione onto the stretcher and was now rushing back towards the castle, I could hear her whispering comforting words of nonsense as she continued to cast diagnosis and healing charms along the way.
'Gentleman a word, but first, Fawkes would you please dispatch to Auror Shacklebolt immediately requesting his departments presence here at Hogwarts?'. Fawkes disappeared into the night and I was left with Draco who looked shell shocked and the headmaster who was surveying us intently over his half moon glasses.
'Mister Malfoy, Severus, I am very grateful that were able to save Miss Granger when you did but I am wondering how you two managed to stumble across the attack in such an obscure part of the grounds'.
Damn his omnipotence, damn his all knowing, all judging mind! There was no more delaying the inevitable anymore.
'I'm going to spare you a long and flowery story that you Gryffindors are so partial too and tell you the bare bones facts. First we know that Hermione is a naturalis, how? because she imprinted with us headmaster. We are bound to her for life now, and both of us are feeling pretty darn good about it too. Since you cant do anything about it I suggest you accept that your precious Gryffindor princess is lumped with the likes of us Slytherins and move on. Thankfully she did imprint with us because without that connection we wouldn't have sensed her distress and come to her aid. We both heard her screaming inside our heads to save her, we found one another, focused on her magic and some how managed to evade the Hogwarts anti apparition jinx to apparate to the scene of her assault. I stunned the two thugs, and no neither of them saw or heard Draco and I. So you needn't worry about us being compromised. And that is the crux of the matter, now if you will excuse us I would like to be there for Hermione and I'm sure Draco would like to do the same. I shall speak to you more once I know Hermione is safe and alive.'
Before I could even get an answer from the headmaster I stalked off into the night, Draco jogging along beside me. Both of us desperate to get back to the woman who had changed our lives for the better.
I trailed behind Snape like a lost dog, Merlin Snape was scary, seeing his magic take down Crabbe and Goyle without a spell, without a wand just his rage and anger mixed with his magic took down two full grown men. And for that I was grateful, seeing Hermione like that, my Hermione! Not full of life and light but bloodied and broken. And by two men whom I had known my entire life, they wanted to kill her based on her blood, based on nothing, to just beat someone to near death who had never done you any harm, who you had known for the last 6 years or so. That was Voldemort's world, a world of hate and prejudice, of violence and death. I felt sick to to very core of me, how could someone as powerful as Hermione be taken down so easily? I didn't understand.
'Professor?'
'What Draco?'
'How did Crabbe and Goyle manage to take down Hermione? Judging from the look of them there doesn't even look like there was a fight'.
'I imagine she was quickly dispatched by a Petrificus Totalus, It really does petrify totally, not only your physical body but your magic is confined too. Even though Hermione has mastered wandless and wordless magic it was no use as her magic couldn't go past her physical form, she was smart enough to figure out that it was best to use the magic within her confinement to protect herself and send for help. Most would panic and try and use brute magical force to throw off the hex and fail miserably especially in this circumstance where ones body is in pain and shock'.
'So they chose the one spell that could've taken her down?'.
'Yes and No, if she was aware of her surroundings more she could have blocked the spell, apparently Moody's Constant Vigilance message hasn't quite sunken in yet. I imagine she will be more careful from here on out, just because one is powerful doesn't mean one can be complacent. Stupidity and arrogance have taken down more witches and wizards then spells and hexes'.
'Will you be telling Hermione she's stupid and arrogant sir?'.
Snorting through his large nose, 'No, I DO want to continue fucking her Draco, No, I imagine she will be telling herself that quite enough, she will need our comfort and support not chastisement and criticism, plus once she is better I will have my owns means of punishment Draco, and if and when that time comes I would like your assistance'.
Finally reaching the infirmary, I couldn't see her in any of the beds, Snape seemed to know where to go however reaching the back of the room and knocking on a brick in the wall which then illuminated in a door outline where the matron admitted us into a private room.
She already looked better, her bones were mended or mending, her skin wasn't so pulpy but was now healing and covered in the sticky yellow bruise salve, and there was no blood to be seen.
'Poppy? How is she?'.
'Mending Severus, she will recover completely with no lasting physical effects, emotionally I imagine she will be tender for awhile yet. Her magic protected her Severus, it was amazing, without it she would have died. Its nice to know that the magical world and magical children can still surprise me. Especially like this'.
'Yes, both the human spirit and the magical spirit has great aptitude for survival Poppy and for that we can be grateful, does she need any extra potions not available to you?'.
'No thank you, we will need more blood replenishing potion for the infirmary supplies but it is not urgent, what she needs now is rest'.
'And she shall have it, come Draco let me return you to your common room, good night Poppy'.
'Thank you Professor Snape, for finding her, you saved her life'.
At that Snape nodded his head awkwardly in recognition of her words and stalked off through the hidden door, murmuring my gratitude to the frazzled looking matron I followed obediently behind the Professor and down towards the dungeons.
'What now Godfather?'
'You are to go back to the common room, tell your class mates you over heard of Grangers attack by Crabbe and Goyle, try to find out if there are any more potential murderers in the snake pit. Remember your duty Draco, I know you find many in your house distasteful but you have a part to play and you must play it'.
'Yes sir, I'll do my best, please come find me if anything changes with Hermione?'.
'You'll be the first to know, now as head of Slytherin house I best go see the headmaster and the auror's about what will happen to those good for nothing thugs'.
Composing my face into my trademark Malfoy sneer I swaggered into my common room intent on finding out any information that could prevent this from ever happening again.
I could hear a voice muttering close by, I wish they would be quiet, I still felt so tired and I had been having a very erotic dream the likes of which was fading fast, groaning I tried to roll over and found I couldn't as the sheets were tucked in extremely tight around my body.
'Ah Miss Granger your awake, how are you feeling dear?'.
'Tired Madam Pomfrey, tired and stiff, what happened to me?'.
'What was the last thing you remember?'.
'Crabbe and Goyle kicking me, being in pain, scared'.
'Yes you were attacked by those two awful boys, you were extremely lucky your magic protected you, shielding your most vulnerable body parts, it was truly incredible. That and the Malfoy boy and Professor Snape chanced upon your attack, disarmed your attackers and sent for help.
'Sev—Ppprofessor Snape and Malfoy found me?'.
'Yes, without sounding too dramatic, they saved your life. You had many broken and fractured bones, muscle damage, extensive bruising. All of which were healed successfully with potions and bed rest. The headmaster will be along soon to have a chat with you now that your awake, are you in any pain? Do you need a pain reliever potion?'.
'No I don't think so, thank you though'.
Poppy bustled off and Dumbledore soon waltzed in, looking concerned but happy I was awake, 'Miss Granger how good it is to see you awake, you've had many worried visitors'.
'Harry and Ron? Can I see them soon?'.
'Yes Misters Potter and Weasley have been very vigilant during the day, visiting on the meal breaks and before and after classes. Your night side vigil has of course been Professor Snape and Mister Malfoy'.
'Oh, well that was nice of them to be concerned for me'.
'I dare say they were more worried than your two housemates, but then again I wouldn't be surprised given they are your imprinted lovers'.
My head snapped to his eyes trying to gauge his thoughts, obviously this information must have come out in the days after my attack.
'It's okay Miss Granger, the proverbial cat is out of the bag now. I had suspected when it was Severus and Mister Malfoy whom had saved you, the chances of both of them finding you the way they did was so slim I knew some sort of magic had to be at play. Severus admitted as much when I questioned him, they both seem pleased with the chain of events. It would be remiss of me to ask so I will, Are you happy with the imprinting?'
'Um yes sir, very happy. I know it is for life and that Severus and Draco will be able to share in my powers now but I trust them and they trust me. At first Severus wasn't happy I had also imprinted with Draco but I believe he is adjusting'.
'Yes I was surprised that Severus seemed to be coping so well with that aspect, as you know he is a very covetous man, he hasn't had much love in his life and he struggles with that, often he doesn't know how to react when it comes his way. However seeing him with Draco these last few days during your convalescence has been illuminating and and reassuring'.
'How so sir?'.
'They have formed a fast and thick bond with one another, I know they have been spending a lot of time together, they have been brewing a lot of potions for the infirmary, I imagine to keep themselves occupied until you woke. But their friendship has definitely been cemented by this ordeal, it has been heartening to see Severus trust another human being. He now has you as a life partner and Draco as a friend and confidante, I wouldn't say it to his face as he takes great pride in his miserable angry persona but I think this is the happiest he has ever been'.
The headmaster was smiling to himself, looking a little disbelieving at Severus' new found fate and fortune.
'When can I see them headmaster?'
'Oh I believe they would've sensed your recovery into the waking world and will no doubt come rushing in shortly, I will bade you farewell Miss Granger and wish you a speedy recovery'.
'Thankyou headmaster, we will talk soon though? With the imprinting out in the open I have some thoughts regarding wartime strategy'.
'Certainly Hermione, come see me when are you are fully healed'.
The headmaster disappeared through the secret door and I could hear the floo activating as he returned to his study. Over the sound of the flames I could hear the sound of two rushing footsteps and knew it was them.
Both of them came bursting through the door, Draco's relief clearly written on his face as he rushed to my side, grasping my hand and kissing it.
Severus was still standing in the doorway, staring at me, no emotion was evident on his face.
'Severus I am going to be okay, now come here, even though I was asleep I missed you'.
At that he rushed over to my other side, pressing his forehead to my mine and inhaling deeply, 'Never worry me like that again pet, I beg of you, I couldn't stand it'.
'Yes kitten you should have seen him he was in more foul of a mood than usual its been quite a sight to witness'.
'Well I'll do my best to not be nearly murdered by no good thugs in the future'.
The boys continued to fill me in about anything that happened while I was unconscious but I found my attention waning, I was tired and I was happy being here with the two of them. Soon I dropped into dream scape, my dreams matching reality, safe and loved in the arms of Severus Snape and Draco Malfoy.
It had been several weeks since I had been summoned by the Dark Lord, a part of me was very relieved and another was very worried. His lack of crazy demands meant he was probably plotting, at least with his mind focusing on those deviant and yes terrible acts it meant the war was put on hold. But a Voldemort whom plotted usually meant that soon someone or many someones would die, and die horribly.
When the summons came I prepared myself for the worst and apparated to the Malfoy mansion, Lucius met me in the foyer looking worse for wear.
'Welcome brother, Narcissa and I would like to speak to you after your meeting if you consent to meet us in Narcissa's parlour?'.
'Certainly Lucius, I imagine you are eager for me to update you on Draco's performance in his classes?'.
Nodding his assent conveying to me yes he understood that Voldemort's eyes and ears were everywhere and that he could guarantee we would not be overheard in any way during this conversation. Nodding back to him I stalked on into Voldemort's lair, he was currently torturing Peter Pettigrew with cruciatus, not looking particularly mad just bored and insane.
Kneeling at his side I awaited for him to address me, clearing my mind of all thoughts, especially that of Hermione I felt confident my mind would not betray me.
'Ah Severus thank you for coming, apologies for the delay in addressing you, Peter here took it upon himself try and feel up Malfoy's wife. She was quite upset, and when she is upset Lucius is upset and when Lucius is upset he cannot focus on the assignments I give him. I told you she was off limits but you didn't listen Peter and for that you have been punished, now get out of my sight'.
Pettigrew crawled away, leaving behind a pool of filth after he had soiled himself, Voldemort vanished the mess and stayed silent for a few minutes, unnerving me in the process.
'Severus something has been bothering me'.
'My lord?'.
'You didn't report to me that those Crabbe and Goyle's boys had attacked the Granger mudblood'.
'My apologies sir, I actually presumed you had ordered the attack, as you had ordered Draco and I's attacks'.
'Well I did not but I could understand your presumption, but I hear you were the one to find her? and that you were to ones to disarm the boys?, but not only that is bothering me Severus. No what else is bothering me is that I've been receiving words from inside Hogwarts, you aren't my only spy of course. And they tell me despite the attacks on the mud blood, the directives were clear, to crush her, to tear asunder the so called golden trio. And yet I hear that the three of them are as close as ever. That she is still top of her classes, that she from the outside is happy and outgoing, most girls would be ruined by the treatment you and Draco have thrust upon her. So tell me Severus, can you account for this strange behaviour?'
Damn him, he really did have eyes and ears everywhere, I needed to think on my feet, how could I lie to him effectively and twist this in my favour?
'My lord, what you say is true, the girl she is sick in the head my lord, she has taken upon herself to develop feelings for me, perhaps her mind has created some way of coping with what has happened and is convoluting my attacks against her as some sort of interest in her? I don't know my lord but the girl does have her uses as I have found another source of information about Potter and the order. And I think with the right manipulation she will be putty in my hands, especially since I was the ones to save her from Crabbe and Goyle, she is quite appreciative towards me. She thinks I did it for her the silly chit, really as you would have already surmised by now is because I have to play my role for Dumbledore, my ahem heroic rescue of the Granger girl definitely seems to have ingratiated myself more into Dumbledore's folds as well'.
Voldemort was silent again, I tried not to twitch or flinch as he grasped by chin in his scaly cold hand and searched my mind for any mistruths about my information. I showed him images of Dumbledore voicing his gratitude, of Hermione telling me of Harry and his occulmency lessons which would be of interest to him, of Hermione trying to sneak me smiles in class while I glowered at her, my full angry potions master persona in swing. It was extremely difficult to pluck out images involving Hermione that didn't also involve me showing and voicing my affection for her as well but I had to not only protect myself no, I had to protect my little lioness, everything I did now was for her.
Voldemort withdrew from my mind and looked thoughtful, 'Interesting Severus it certainly seems to be what you say is true, the girl does seem quite disturbed to take a liking to you despite your treatment of her'.
'She always was a strange one my lord, she once tried to form a house elves liberation movement. Forgive me my lord that I didn't bring this to your attention earlier, to be honest I wasn't sure what to make of the girls intentions and wanted to procure more information before presenting to you what could be another way to bring about the end of Dumbledore and Potter'.
'You believe that she has information that could be useful Severus?'.
'Yes my lord, not only is she best friends to Potter but I have noticed the order relying more and more on that giant brain of hers for research and strategy, if I can seduce her into my fold then she could be a great asset. And without being crass my lord the ahem physical rewards of such an endeavour would not be unwelcome'.
'You certainly seemed to enjoy your time with the mud blood, though how she can say the same I don't know, you were quite brutal'.
'I hope to use that sexual domination of her to my advantage my lord, she aims to please in all things, it is her greatest weakness, she wants to please me, she has always sought my attention and approval, lets now manipulate her into helping our cause'.
'I approve of your plan Severus, I expect regular updates about the information you obtain, the final stages are approaching. I have a plan in motion to get rid of Dumbledore once and for all. But you wont be privy that information yet, all in good time'.
'Yes my lord thank you I shall not disappoint'.
'Dismissed Severus'.
Well that went better than expected, though the reports of Hermiones behaviour being reported back to the dark lord were worrying but not surprising, I knew that the Slytherins would report back to their parents on the happenings at Hogwarts. What was more worrying was this talk the Dark Lord spoke of regarding Dumbledore's demise. It irked me that I was being kept in the dark.
Weaving my way through the cavernous halls of the Malfoy manor I found myself at the door to Narcissa's entertainment parlour, where she had her tea and talks with the other wives of the death eaters and what not I imagine. Narcissa herself admitted me, giving me a wan smile in welcome, smoothing down her dress robes she played the perfect hostess pouring me my tea and preparing it the way she knew I liked it. Lucius was at the window overlooking the gardens looking very troubled indeed.
'I am curious how you are guaranteed your privacy here Mrs Malfoy'.
It was Lucius whom spoke in reply, 'the Dark Lord demanded that he be keyed into the wards of Malfoy Manor, as if he himself were a Malfoy'. he spat the last part out as if the very thought offended him.
'I couldn't very well say no could I? So Voldemort knows every coming and going in this house and can if he so choose eavesdrops on any room in the house. What he doesn't know is that this is Narcissa's room, it is a very old pure blood tradition that a wife may have a room within the manor she married in too, one for her very own amusement and privacy. This room is warded to her blood so in this instant to the most ancient and noble house of Black, not to the Malfoy manor. Not even I as her husband can know what goes on in this room, obviously the Dark Lord knows nothing of this, he has never been well versed in Pureblood tradition…'
O-ho what Slytherin's you both are I thought to myself, very smart, very sneaky and very useful.
'Well then in the interest of taking advantage of this secret safe room lets be forth right, why did you want to see me?'.
Narcissa took my hand which I was surprised by, she knew I was a half blood and has never actively sought physical touch with me despite knowing her half her life and me being god father to her son.
'Severus, the Dark Lord, he has formulated a plan, a plan he has been speaking of some time but has now launched into action'
'The murder of Albus Dumbledore I presume?'.
'You knew?'
'I only just found out though the Dark Lord did indicate that I would not be privy to the details as such, I assume you know more of this plan?'.
'Yes, I don't know if he's punishing Lucius for his past failures or testing my son but what he asks seems impossible'.
There were tears streaming down her face, a shock to see, she was always so composed that I knew at once what was at root. Draco was in danger.
'What is it Narcissa? Does Draco know what you are hinting at here?'.
'No he does not, he will soon however, it wont be a surprise though. Over the summer Voldemort sent Draco to Borgin and Burkes to assess his stock, he asked Draco if there were any items there that would be suitable for the upcoming battle with Potter. Or cursed items that could cause any sort of havoc. Draco reported his findings and that was all we heard until now'.
Lucius spoke now, 'The Dark Lord wants Draco to murder Albus Dumbledore, he wants our son to kill one of the most powerful wizards in recent history, he asks the impossible, Draco may very well die trying'.
Narcissa was openly weeping now, her frail shoulders giving in to the emotions she could not show in any other room of the house. 'Please Severus you must protect Draco, as his Godfather, as our friend we beg of you'.
'What would you have me do I cannot interfere with ours Lord's plans you know that. Where do you think my loyalties lie?'.
I was playing a gamble here, I did not know whether the Malfoy's were still loyal to Voldemort, Malfoy's taste for violence and conquest would always see him a dark wizard but Malfoy was always about family first, the future of the Malfoy name.
'I think your loyalties are always Slytherin in nature, to yourself and your own survival and by extension those you care about'.
So there it was, Malfoy would only be loyal to Voldemort as long as it meant the better chances of survival for himself and his family. By Voldemort targeting Draco like this meant that for the Malfoy's their loyalty would be to their son first, Dark Lord second.
'Very well, as you say Draco is my Godson I will look to assist him, protect him, guide him in any way I am capable of'.
'Thank you Severus, I know we can trust you to do right by Draco'.
'Not to be obvious but no word of this to the Dark Lord, he cannot know I am assisting Draco, I am not supposed to know about this plan, until the time our esteemed leader seeks to key me in on this it must remain our secret'.
'Of that we can agree my friend, let me show you out, to stay longer may arouse the suspicion of the Dark Lord'.
Bidding my farewell to my Narcissa I followed Lucius out the door, 'I hear Peter has been giving your poor wife a hard time'.
Hissing through his teeth, 'That filthy rat, he was lucky I didn't kill him, thankfully the Dark Lord saw fit to punish him in my stead'.
'Yes quite, you'll be pleased to know the torture was bad enough to see him shit himself quite throughly'.
'That does please me, well thank you for updating me on Draco's progress, sounds like his work in Potions is very commendable indeed, good day Severus'.
Nodding my farewell to the Malfoy patriarch I headed out the gates, apparating my way back to Hogwarts, I had much to report.
Once again I found my world irrevocably changed around me, how many times in the last month had I had to cope with life changing information? And now sitting here in Dumbledore's office with Hermione and Snape I felt dizzy and completely out of my depth. I had been summoned to the Dark Lord for a one on one meeting, he told me he had a special assignment, one to prove my worth, one a Malfoy could be proud of. I was to be tasked with killing Albus Dumbledore by any means necessary. After apparating back to Hogwarts I sought out Snape, stumbling into his study, vomiting on his rug and breaking down crying. I felt so weak, so helpless and small, Hermione had come from nowhere whispering words of comfort, stroking my hair, kissing my neck and finally getting the story out of me. Apparently Snape had some warning from my parents that this could be a possibility, he had already met with Dumbledore, now we were all to meet and discuss where we go from here? To me every option looked bleak, every option leading to death, death of myself or of Dumbledore and a few other casualties along the way.
Hermione was holding my hand, Snape had refused to sit down and was pacing the room like a caged panther, Dumbledore looked sad, sad and looking more old than I have ever seen him.
Hermione seemed to be the only one who had the power of speech, 'Well? Lets kick this off then. Ideas?'.
Snape hissed back at her, 'IDEAS? Ideas for what Hermione, ideas on how Dumbledore will die or how Draco will if Dumbledore doesn't? And needless to say if Draco fails then I imagine the task will fall to someone else, and why do I have the feeling that that person will be me?'.
Hermione didn't even flinch during his rant, through our bond with Hermione I could feel snippets of Snape's feelings, rage and revulsion.
'You boys are extremely reductionist, no-one is going to die, not if I can help it, and given my quite incomparable powers I would say thats saying something. Here's the facts, Voldemort wants Draco to kill Dumbledore, why? Apart from the obvious of he is Voldemorts greatest threat power wise. Why now?'
Dumbledore looked thoughtful sucking on his lemon drop and drumming his fingers on his desk, 'Miss Granger is right, why now? It seems to me that Voldemort's war plans are coming into fruition, kill me, take over the school, then take over the ministry, they will be fractured and fearful after my death and then kill Harry and anyone else who stands in his way leading to his victory over the Wizarding world, Severus does that sound correct?'
'Yes I imagine that is the grand plan of his'.
'Well I for one think that plan sucks, so how do we thwart these plans? I am loathe to think of Severus and Draco harmed but not only that losing their positions as spies, their information will be more important than ever in the coming days'.
'So what would you suggest Hermione, that we kill the headmaster to maintain our cover, what a tremendous idea. And to think I thought you were the brightest witch of our age'.
Snape must've been unhinged to be speaking to Hermione this way, she didn't snap back at him though I thought she would.
'And I thought you were smart as well Severus, we have two spies in this mix and you two did not think to look at two of the tools in your arsenal, lies and deception. Is anyone familiar with Sherlock Holmes?'.
Two yes' from Snape and Dumbledore and a no from me, I assumed it was something Muggle related.
'Good then you both would be familiar with the story entitled Reichenbach Falls then?'.
The dawning realisation what she was talking about lit up on their faces, cogs were turning in their brain as they mulled over the information in their minds.
'Fake my own death, it seems so ridiculously obvious in retrospect doesn't it?'.
'Sorry what in the hell are you three talking about? Who's Sherlock Holmes and where are these falls? and what does that have to do with Dumbledore faking his own death?'.
'It's a muggle story Draco, in the story the hero fakes his own death to escape the clutches of the villain, I mean we haven't obviously hashed out the details on how we do it but if we managed to deceive the dark lord over my assaults then I'm hoping this too will be successful'.
'It's the best idea we have right now, much preferable than my untimely death I must say'
'We still need you headmaster, I know Harry needs you, I'm afraid your not getting out of this war yet'.
'Speaking of Harry I think its time we combined forces so to speak, I have been speaking to Harry about some pertinent information to help defeat Voldemort, I had intended for him to involve yourself and Mister Weasley in carrying it out but I think its safe to say that you now come as a package deal with this young men as well'.
Hermione looked at us both some lovingly that my breath got caught in my throat for a second, her raw power seemed to be radiating over me and I gazed back at her with the same sentiments resulting in a chuckle from the headmaster.
'Alright you three be off with you, young love waits for no one especially not old men like me!'.
All three of us tumbled into Severus' chambers, my mind was hazy with lust, it had been a fortnight since I had engaged either of them thanks to my recovery from my terrifying attack.
Severus grabbed a fistful of my hair, violently kissing me as he tore my shirt off my body, Draco was in stark contrast, slowly unzipping my skirt and skimming my legs and arse lightly with his finger tips. I gazed up at Severus, his eyes were darker than usual, his power crackling, raking over my body leaving goosebumps in its wake.
'Pet its time for your punishment, I have refused to verbally berate you for your stupidity in letting your guard down, resulting in not only the trauma of your mind and body but Draco and I's trauma. You do not know what it was like, seeing you near death like that. No your punishment will be sexual and I hope it will be sufficient to ingrain itself into your psyche'.
He stepped away from me and I could hear him transfiguring and conjuring various things behind me, Draco was slowly and maddeningly kissing my entire body, his magic was not crackling like Severus' but humming, raising all the hairs on the back of my neck and lower back.
I felt Severus behind me, he held a silken blind fold and he covered my eyes with it, nipping at my ear and chuckling at my breath hitching.
He slung me over his back and carried me over to the back of the room, it was cooler in temperature here and had a slight smell of pine trees, setting me down he tied me to what felt like some sort of wooden cross? I was now entirely spread out, my arms and legs strained slightly against the restraints as I felt a small bit of panic build behind my breastbone. The fear of the unknown.
'Now pet Draco and I are going to do as we please to your luscious body, we are going to tease, flog, fill and fuck and you are not to orgasm unless I give verbal permission to do so. I am hoping a good round of orgasm denial will get the message through to you that you are not invincible and your actions have consequences, not only on yourself but US'.
I felt extremely vulnerable and guilt ridden as I thought about how much I had affected Draco and Severus, we are imprinted I cannot be so cavalier.
'Draco has a present for you, you will love and hate it I assure you'.
I felt Draco's warm mouth lathe my left nipple, bringing it to aching peak, he repeated his ministrations on the other. He now pinched and tweaked them, not hard just enough to have the full attentions of my hard nipple, he seemed pleased with the result and then stopped his actions leaving me moaning in desperation. Then I felt the cool feeling of metal on either side of my left nipple, I knew instantly what it was, nipple clamps, breathing was the key and I breathed in and out slowly. I felt the pressure on my right and bit down on my lip, the pressure was intense and I tried not to scream out, I felt Draco drop down on his knees in front of me and then his mouth was suckling on my clitoris, this time I did cry out, how was I going to last with out letting go, this felt like actual torture. Then when it felt like it would be too much I felt the feeling of cold metal again, I started to panic in earnest now, a clitoris clamp? No too much I wouldn't be able to handle the pain and pressure on my most vulnerable place!
Severus was at my side now, whispering words of comfort and pride, telling me how sexy I looked accepting the pain, how brave I was for giving myself over to them to use. Eventually I managed to get my body under control, now all I could feel was the throbbing intensity behind my nipples and my clitoris I threw my head back and forth as the feelings washed over me.
'Now pet, its just you and me for a bit, I've got your leather flogger here and I am going to give your needy body some of its attention', he traced the handle of it over my body sensuously, I could smell the leather and I licked my lips in anticipation. I heard his boots take a few steps back, Draco must have left to find a good viewing spot, there I was left with the sound of silence and the clamps both teasing me into submission with their pressure and inflaming me closer to orgasm.
Then the flogging, the leather strips hitting what felt like my entire body as I screamed in both pain and pleasure, he was an expert, no part of my front was not hit by the leather and yet no real force of it hit my nipples or clit either for which I was grateful.
I could hear Severus' heavy breathing from both physical exertion and arousal, then he stopped and I could hear his boots until he reached in front of me.
I felt him trace over my body with the handle of the flogger, running its chunky leather bound form between my breasts, around my stomach area before dipping between my legs. He avoided my clamped clitoris and slowly twisted it inside my entrance. Oh my god he's going to fuck me with the flogger handle? It was short but thick, and the pressure inside of me was addictive, he leisurely fucked me with it, twisting it, shoving it in as far as he could, building up the tension before leaving it inside of me. My vagina muscles pulsing around it, I felt humiliated thinking about them watching me with this inanimate object inside of me while I struggled not to orgasm over its presence.
'Now pet this is going to take all of your self control, when I remove these clamps there will be a rush of feeling in your nipples and clitoris, you will want to cum. If you do cum then you will receive no more orgasms for the night, Draco and I shall use and abuse you and there will be no tender relief. If you manage to control yourself and not orgasm then you will have unlimited orgasms for the rest of the evening, do you understand?
'Yes sir, I understand'.
'Alright prepare yourself, the right nipple clamp is coming off now'.
He was right, the feeling rushed back into my nipple and I wanted to cum so badly, I gritted my teeth and tried to stave off the feeling, then his fingers were on my left breast as he released my nipple, I almost screamed in frustration as the feelings washed over me, this was so difficult I wanted to cry!
Then he was kneeling in front of me and I knew what would come next, he teased a bit around my mons, and teased me with the flogger handle, fucking me with it for a few seconds and then I felt his fingers release the clamp on my clitoris, I was bowled over by the sensations, there was no way I could control the impending flood, the orgasm ripped through my body I was humping the flogger handle as I screamed and moaned and panted my way through the longest orgasm of my life. I hung my head in shame, I had not managed to control myself, I had failed.
'You have no control do you girl?' he hissed at me in disappointment, 'Dirty slut in heat writhing around, selfishly flaunting her needy cunt, not caring if you disappoint those who care for you the most..'
'I DO CARE! Please I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, please sir you have to believe me, I'm sorry!'.
He grabbed the flogger handle and pulled it out of me quickly blushing at the thought of the enjoyment I got from having Severus fuck me with it. 'Quiet girl, you made your choice, remember no more orgasms, if you do orgasm again then you do not want to know the consequences do you hear me?'.
'Yes sir, I'll be good I promise!'.
I could hear him unzipping his fly as he painfully gripped me at my hips.
'Little slut should not make promises she can't keep'. He then sheathed himself fully inside of me, I didn't realise how wet I was until I heard the squelching sound of his cock hit the back of my cervix, he felt amazing, but I had to be good, I had to prove to him I learnt my lesson.
He didn't hold back, he selfishly thrust up inside of me, making sure not to stimulate my clitoris in any way, as he grunted and took what he wanted from me, I felt used, dirty and contrite, like I was just some street whore he had engaged in for 5 mins of frenzied thrusting. It didn't take long for him to cum inside of me, roaring as he did, stumbling back leaving me bereft and teary.
I then felt Draco's of hands caressing my breasts, he suckled my neck, soothing me with his attentions, a balm on my fractured mind, his hands felt like they were everywhere and I started to moan in arousal, I thought I could've 100% had handled Draco next with the way I felt after Severus used me but his trademark Draco worship of my body brought me back to the edge and I felt like crying again in frustration.
I was the feeling the tip of his engorged cock rubbing my clitoris and dipping lower as it teased my opening, spreading my own juices and Severus' seed along my slit.
When he entered me it took all I had not to cum, he kissed me softly, encouraging me to meet his tongue as he fucked me slowly and surely, whereas Severus had not touched me at all, the only parts of our body meeting were his cock in my cunt, Draco sought to cover as much of my body as he could. I realised too late this was part of the punishment, I was being teased and taunted by Draco's loving affections, there was going to be no orgasm for me after he started to pump a little faster and then finished off inside of me, kissing me harder and the peppering my face with kisses, licking the tear tracts off my cheeks. My body was aflame, both the detached use of my body and the emotional love making sought to increase my ardour, I was still hanging there I could feel both Severus' and Draco's seed dripping out of me on to the floor and my face heated in embarrassment.
They stood now either side of me as they undid the bindings on my hands and ankles, massaging my limbs to get the feelings back into my body and I crumpled uselessly to the floor crying, apologising for hurting them, for worrying them, for my arrogance, for my stupidity.
Severus plucked me from the floor, taking me over to a plush wool rug next to the fire place, making soothing sounds trying to calm me, Draco sidling up next to me.
'Shhhhh pet, its okay now, you took your punishment very bravely, good girl, I feel as though you learnt your lesson, would you like to cum now?'
I shook my head, 'No I don't deserve it sir, I disappointed you'.
'You do deserve it surely your aching with need pet'. To prove his point his slipped a long tapered finger into my sodden cunt tapping it inside of me, the sloshing sounds furthering my embarrassment.
'What would you like for your reward pet? I know your ready for it, Draco and I can hear you, you cant hide from us'.
'I just, I just want both of you, please make me feel better, please I need both of you'.
'Shhhh pet we are here, do you trust me?'.
'Yes sir always' I whispered back to him.
'I'm going to keep this blindfold on you okay? Just let the sensations we give you wash over you, don't think just feel'.
'Yes sir, thank you sir'
He added another finger to my quim and I sighed in contentment, I don't think I had ever been this wet, my pussy was positively aching to be filled. Soon he had added four fingers and was pumping me, encouraging my opening to gape wider, stimulating my walls, not paying any attention to my clitoris just filling me. Soon he had half a hand inside of me and I gasped in shock knowing that he was nearly fisting me, I started to raise my hips meeting his thrusting hand and begging for more, more of what I didn't know I just needed more.
Stopped his exploration with his hand he picked me up and I felt him softly place me back facing atop Draco, who wasted no time using my hands to stimulate my nipples, I could feel his hard cock rubbing close to my entrance, whimpering I begged them to put me out of my misery.
Draco grabbed my waist and slowly dragged me down his body, eventually impaling me on his cock, I hissed my approval and tried to grind down on it but was stopped by Draco. He held still inside of me, I could feel his cock throbbing against my walls, Severus was then straddling both of our bodies now, he massaged my clit and slipped a finger inside me along with Draco's cock. Both of us hissing from the sensation, he eventually removed his finger and I felt empty again despite the fact Draco was still firmly inside of me. I felt the pressure of Severus body and then his cock rubbing along my clit, and then he used his hand to slowly thrust his way inside my walls, filling me, both Draco and him were inside of me, double penetration.
'You can orgasm anytime you like pet and as much as you like, can you feel both of us?'.
I responded by wailing my first orgasm my hips thrusting out of control as I took them deeper inside of me, resulting in both of them losing control and fucking me hard.
I lay still and let their pounding cocks penetrate me over and over, filling me, taking me from one glorious orgasm to the next, all I could hear was the squelching noises of my cunt and the grunts and moans from the two of them, my last orgasm felt like it came from nowhere as it ripped through my synapses, light filled my retinas and then nothing.
Had I blacked out? Everything was dark and fuzzy, what was the last thing I remember? Ah yes having one of the most intense orgasms of my life with both Severus and Draco inside of me. I could hear them faintly calling my name, smiling I opened my eyes, light penetrated my vision and I blinked in response trying to get used to my surroundings.
"Hermione, are you okay? Talk to me pet, your worrying Draco'.
Laughing softly now I grasped Severus' arm and he hauled me upright, 'Water please?'.
Draco summoned a glass and filled it with a water charm and I gulped quickly, I felt like I expended all my fluids, hell I probably did after the amount of orgasms I had.
'What happened?'.
'You lost consciousness after your last orgasm I believe, it is not unheard of, there is nothing to worry about'.
Draco grabbed my hand and kissed it, 'You had BOTH of us worried, I went from feeling like a puddle of relaxation to abject panic when we couldn't rouse you. I thought we had fucked you to death!'.
'Now thats the way to go' Severus laughing to himself, I would be quite happy to leave this mortal plain inside a beautiful woman'.
'Gods Severus, says you, sounds traumatising for the woman involved if you ask me'.
His only response was to kiss me soundly, 'Come pet, I am going to bathe you and take care of you'. Taking his hand and grabbing Draco's as well we all piled into a large transfigured bath tub, both Draco and Severus washing my hair, and washing down every inch of body with a wash cloth. I felt so warm and safe, cherished and loved, content and satisfied.
Lying back in Severus' arms with Draco massaging my feet I wondered to myself, why doesn't every gal get herself two dark and dashing men for her own?
It was a damn good thing that I was thoroughly sexually sated from last night otherwise this meeting with Potter would be more unbearable than usual. Today was the day that Dumbledore was too bring us up to speed with his meetings with the 'boy who lived to annoy' and Weasley debriefed about Hermione's Naturalis powers and Draco's new role as spy for the order.
Draco was not in the room yet, he was to be invited in once necessary to avoid confrontation with Potter and Weasley. Dumbledore, Hermione and I were waiting for the meddlesome duo to arrive from their Quidditch practice, eventually they meandered in, freshly showered from the locker rooms yet Potter's hair was still an absolute fright.
Once everyone was seated, tea distributed and all eyes on Dumbledore the old man sought to tell Hermione, Weasley and I a disturbing tale involving Voldemort, splitting of his soul into Hor-fucking-cruxes and the hunt to destroy the objects that contained them. Horcruxes? Really? What wizard in his right mind would create seven of the bloody things, evidently the Dark Lord was not in the right mind and given his disturbing predilections lately it would seem his fractured soul was warping his mind further. Weasley looked green, Hermione looked thoughtful and Potter even though he already knew looked troubled. The group bandied back and forth ideas about what the other Horcruxes could be, Dumbledore telling us he believed he knew where two were, in the derelict Gaunt residence and a sea cave, but the rest? All up for conjecture, though the Headmaster's idea that they would be connected somehow to the Four Founders did seem sound in its logic. The Headmaster put a hold on the conversation as he prepared to set up the unveiling of Malfoy's defection, this was not going to end well, Potter would surely have one of his trademark tantrums, hexes would be cast and it would be the usual Slytherin vs Gryffindor nonsense.
'Now as you are all aware, Professor Snape has been instrumental in his role as spy for order, the information he has passed on has saved lives, informed strategy and he does so at great peril. However even a spy as talented as Professor Snape has limitations. Fortunately we have been lucky to find a spy whom can meet those limitations, one you can listen to the day to day talk in the slytherin common room and the Malfoy manor. Needless to say they have been thoroughly vetted and there are no doubts to their loyalty, so I beg of you to come to this with open minds'.
'It's Malfoy isn't?'
The Potter boy just throws down that question, sounding bored with the whole proceeding.
'And Snape and Hermione know its Malfoy'.
'Well I have to say I'm impressed Harry, how did you deduce this conclusion?'.
'The Marauders Map', he looked over at me with an apologetic look for mentioning my old enemies. I check it regularly after what happened with Wormtail and Barty Crouch Jnr, I noticed that Draco was spending a lot of time in Hermione's head girl room and Snape's quarters, and that Hermione was also spending a lot of time in Snapes's quarters, often with Malfoy too.
Hermione was trying very hard not too blush, no doubt mortified that Harry was aware of her ahem comings and goings.
'I didn't know why they were but I eventually assumed it was work for the order after Hermione's attack, I saw on the map that Professor Snape and Malfoy both would visit Hermione in the hospital wing after hours. That and I overheard Snape ranting to you Professor Dumbledore how Crabbe and Goyle were lucky to alive after finding Hermione, he spoke so well passionately about Hermione's welfare that I knew they must have some sort of friendship to warrant that kind of talk. I didn't mean to eavesdrop, we were supposed to have one of our meetings but you must have forgot to let me know it was canceled due to the auror's taking away Crabbe and Goyle'.
'Why didn't you ask me Harry? It's not like you to not demand answers'.
'Because this isn't the time for school yard grudges, after I saw that vision Voldemort gave me about the attack on yourself, and then you were attacked I realised this is war, the ones I care about will die, nay have died and boys do not fight wars, men and women do. You had been telling me this year Hermione that I needed to not be so hot headed because that could be used against me, that maturity would be required, this time I listened to you'.
Hermione rushed up out of her chair and hugged Harry, giving him a big proud kiss on the cheek, I looked to the Weasley boy expecting he would at least have something to say but he just smiled benignly nodding his head as if to agree with Potter's speech.
'Good show Harry! Your parents would be so proud of the man you've become'.
Personally I didn't think the boy needed congratulated for not being a dunderhead but evidently this was a great feat to be celebrated.
I sent my Patronus message to Draco telling him it was safe to join us for the meeting, he must have been close by waiting as it wasn't long till he foot steps could be heard on the staircase behind us, Hermione got up and opened the door for Draco, giving his arm a little squeeze in support before shepherding to his chair.
'Welcome to the Order of the Phoenix Malfoy, its good to have you on our side'.
Malfoy's reaction was beyond priceless, his cool, hard demeanour replaced with an uncharacteristic look of shock and awe, his head swivelled from Potter, to Dumbledore, to Hermione and me and then back to Potter once he saw all of us were smiling encouragingly at him to accept Potter's welcome.
Shaking off the shock and returning to his mask of indifference, 'Thank you Potter, we both want the same thing, Voldemort dead, I look forward to hopefully make a difference in realising that achievement'.
Dumbledore quickly got Draco up to date on the situation with Voldemort and his bits of soul hidden around the joint.
Draco went from shock, disgust to depressed in a matter of 30 seconds, which was pretty much my reaction. Dumbledore had just finished his conveyance of information regarding our theory about the objects being important to the Four Founders and where he thinks two pieces are hidden.
'Headmaster you mentioned the memory of Hepzibah Smith, descendant of Helga Hufflepuff having what was it a cup?'
'Yes Mister Malfoy why do you ask?'.
'Because I think I know where it is…'
Everyone just stared at him, waiting for him to elaborate on his statement.
'I overheard my deranged aunt Bellatrix bragging to my mother in front of father about how much the Dark Lord trusts her, she likes to rile up my father in some sort of sick competition for favouritism. She said the Dark Lord gave her a small golden cup and said it needed to be kept secret and safe in her underground vaults in Gringotts, she harped on about how much the Dark Lord was talking about how important this fucking cup was and I thought she was just making it up to anger my father, but do you think that could be the Hufflepuff cup?'.
'Its certainly a fantastic lead Mister Malfoy, one that will require a further discussion at a later time, however the night is not over yet, Miss Granger has some new to share'.
'Oh, yes right, well I recently discovered something interesting about my magical powers, Harry, Ron I haven't told you yet because Dumbledore and I were afraid that with Harry's mind being unprotected, having not learnt occulmency properly that my life would be in danger if Voldemort were to penetrate Harry's thoughts. Now that you have mastered enough to protect your mind, we thought it was time for you to know. Are either of you familiar with what a Naturalis' is?'.
'No', Potter replied looking confused.
'Yes', Weasley replied looking excited.
Looking slightly impressed that Ron knew what she was talking about, she proceeded to explain to Potter what was involved in being a Naturalis' leaving out the bits about imprinting, we didn't want to test the waters of Potter's maturity with that bit of information as yet.
'And how come Professor Snape and Malfoy know?'.
'Well because they've been helping me get my magic under control, it often reacts with my emotions, we wanted to keep it secret and well Griffindor's aren't known for being cool, calm and collected. The Slytherins however are, they have been supporting me through the increase in my powers and masking it so I don't explode something or someone accidentally'.
Both of them hugged Hermione and told her that were there for you, looking suitably impressed when she showed off some of the magic she was capable of.
Eventually the two Gryffindor boys were shepherded out the door by Dumbledore, the nights meeting was far from over for the rest of us, no, Draco had yet to debrief us about her summoning from Voldemort earlier that day…
I felt uneasy… Like I was removed from my body somehow, me, Draco Malfoy was planning and plotting against the dark with the likes of Dumbledore and Potter. I knew intellectually I was betraying my family, but when most of my time is spent with Snape and Hermione it still didn't seem quite real, sure we practiced occulmency, tactics and observation techniques for spies but none of that really compared to throwing my hat into the same ring as Dumbledore and Potter.
My meeting with the Dark Lord was a more private audience with him, my mother and father and Aunt Bellatrix, a cosy little tete-e-tete whereby Voldemort had decided to inform me that the task of killing the most powerful wizard in world, Albus Dumbledore is to be completed by end of term. To me that sounded utterly ridiculous but obviously when your absolutely bonkers like Voldemort its a sound and sane plan. I debriefed the headmaster about the timeline for his apparent demise and he seemed quite non plussed by the whole thing.
The four of us spent the next two hours debating how to go about staging the headmasters death, we agreed it would have to be a public spectacle, something to be witnessed by as many people as possible so no doubts could be cast on his 'demise', Hermione suggested some sort of end of term school celebration and we all agreed that was a good idea, there would be no impact on the education of the students and will give us enough time to plan the future.
The discussion of the future looked bleak, hunting horcruxes, the subjugation of muggle borns, fear, tyranny, the triumph of the dark over the light.
It was decided that Dumbledore, Potter and Weasley would lead the hunt for the horcruxes together and that Snape would present himself as a viable candidate for the headmaster position in the absence of Dumbledore and I would return to Hogwarts to complete my education and try and protect what students I could and hopefully suss out the potential for defectors in Slytherin house.
The question remained about what to do with Hermione, as a Naturalis she was still at risk of Voldemort finding out and exploiting her powers, she was also a keen strategist, an incredible researcher and integral to this war. But as a muggle born she was to be considered nothing, according to Snape Voldemort was to create a muggle born registration committee in the ministry tasked with rounding up the muggle born population and doing merlin knows what with them.
'Voldemort knows you and I are involved yes? You've told him that I'm in love with you and that you use me for your own pleasure?'.
Snape looks distinctly uncomfortable at Hermione's question, having Dumbledore in the room discussing the sexual nature of a Professor and students relationship was not exactly an easy conversation for anyone involved.
'Yes that is what I have told him'
'Well can we keep up that charade? I imagine what that awful committee will be doing is a combination of torture, subjugation and in all likelihood eventual genocide. Could you petition the dark lord to keep me for your own deviant desires? A war time boon?'.
'Hermione that's horrific, I don't want to think about you in that way, you are not a down trodden whore you are the most powerful witch in existence!'.
'Severus thats exactly why I need to appear as a downtrodden mud blood whore, I will hide in plain sight, I will plan, research, assist Harry, Ron and Professor Dumbledore with any information they require to complete the horcrux hunt. Voldemort will be the one to severely underestimate me and that will be his undoing'.
She looked everything like a revengeful goddess of old, she was so powerful and so beautiful and I would do anything to see a future where I get to love and adore this witch for many years to come.
All of us men could only nod only in agreement at her words, promises made to inform Potter and Weasley the plan and hope that what we were planning would come to pass.
Hermione Chapter -
We had a plan, was it a good one I don't know but we had one, I felt more in control with this plan, we were a powerful and capable team, we had the most hope of anyone in this magical world of defeating Voldemort. Despite the feeling of control I felt on edge, my magic felt skittish and I was struggling to reign it in, Severus had noticed, he had whispered in my ear that he was taking me to his rooms where he would get me back under control. The way he said control had me whimpering
and the looks Severus kept giving me in the halls I couldn't help but gulp in jittery anticipation.
Once we had reached his chambers, he warded the room properly and demanded that I strip all my clothing, I did so slowly, not breaking eye contact with him as he eyed my body approvingly.
'Over my lap Miss Granger, you need to submit to me, I can tell you need it as much as I do'.
I couldn't say no to him, he was right, I needed to be cleansed by his special brand of domination, I felt safe here. I felt vulnerable and on display with my arse in the air across his body, he was lovingly caressing my exposed body, already igniting the lust within me, I heard him summon something from his bedroom and saw a large wooden paddle come flying towards his hand. I knew this wouldn't be an easy spanking, not that they ever were but I started to feel a bit of panic at the thought of the pain this instrument would wield.
'Do you trust me Miss Granger?'.
'Yes sir', my voice sounded unsure and small.
'Are you ready for me? I wont lie to you this will bring you more pain than anything else I had used on your body, but I know you, I know you can take it and I know that you will love it, what do you say?'.
I did trust him and I wanted to feel that pain, nay I needed it, and I needed to come apart under his talented hands.
'Please spank me sir, I need you to spank me'.
'As you wish'.
The first hit from the paddle saw me see stars behind my eyes, oh my god this was painful, I couldn't take it but before I could even register the full spectrum of pain the paddle was descended on me again and I cried out before another one hit and then it was just a blur of raw stinging pain blooming from my behind. My body couldn't help it I struggled in his lap, which only saw him restrain me and spank me harder, I cried out, I struggled, I could feel my juices running down my leg, I was turned on. It shocked me into submission, I ceased to struggle and just gave myself over to the pain and felt the delicious thrumming centred on my arse then wash over my body. Gods I needed to cum badly, will he realise I need to cum?
Before I knew it he had stopped, I could hear his laboured breathing as he softly ran his fingers over my arse, even the small touch still stung and I gasped and whimpered from his attentions.
I could feel him drag the paddle handle over my arse, caressing the soft leather grip over my sore, red flesh. Then he dipped it in my crevice, using it to massage my sodden hole and I let out a desperate keening moan which he laughed at.
'Looks like the little slut liked my paddling, do you want me to fuck your hole with the instrument that caused this naughty red behind?'.
I replied with another long and needy moan, humping the paddle handle in reply.
He gave me what I wanted and pressed it as far as it would go inside of me and wiggled it around, it was thick and warm and I loved it letting out a long hiss of yeesssssssss.
He slowly fucked me with it, bringing me to more needy desperation, I heard him murmur a spell and I felt the handle elongate and thicken and it felt like the professors cock was inside me, maybe even bigger and I urged him to go faster, to go harder, I wanted to feel the pain inside of me.
He moved me off his lap until it was just me arse in the air on the couch with a paddle inside of me, he stood up and using one hand to brace himself on my lower back he used to the other to fuck me harder, I heard him murmur another spell and felt it grow larger and thicker inside of me and must've loved it as I heard my voice echoing in the room telling him how good it felt, to go harder, to fuck me faster.
He complied and I could my pussy slurping around it, the orgasm felt like it came suddenly and I burst around it, crying and humping the handle, whimpering as I came down.
Severus was whispering words of comforting nonsense before he bundled me up in his arms, praising me and peppering kisses on my face and hair. Sigh. I felt cleansed.