A/N: I giggled a few times writing this.

Director Hinsley called in sick the next day. She knew she wasn't the most attractive woman in the world, but she did try and took pride in her appearance as much as she could. She never left her flat without her clothes clean, hair brushed and pulled into a tight bun, make up to cover flaws in her complexion, and without shaving. The latter was the reason for calling in sick.

She had always gone to bed wearing as little as possible. Why? Not even she knew but she had often entertained a twisted little fantasy of her flat being broken into and the intruder having his way with her. That was one of the many reasons she always kept her legs shaved and a touch of make-up on. However, upon waking up she nearly had a heart attack when she noticed her legs didn't glide smoothly against the sheets.

She had flipped the sheets back quickly and screamed loud enough that her neighbor pounded on the wall, yelling something along the lines of 'shut up and hag'.

Her legs, the ones that were smooth as a baby's bottom only last night, were covered in a think brown fur. But it didn't stop there. The fur grew up wards, over her rear and front and climbed all the way to her breast. She felt faint.

Her first business of morning was usually a cup of coffee but today she went straight for the razor. The hair was almost 5 inches long; no razor would ever cut that, so she dug for the pair of scissors in the drawer to at least shorten it enough to use a razor. And as she was in the process, she heard the noise she had longed to hear, someone was breaking into her flat.

She tried desperately to remove the hair as quickly as she could. This was her chance; lonely women got raped all the time when they had been broken into, right? She had to rush.

The bathroom door suddenly burst open and she looked up to see two men look inside. The tall one on the left looked like he was going to be sick, while the shorter one burst out in hysterics.

"She looks like a bloody werewolf wearing a thong!" the shorter man wheezed out, wiping his eyes.

"Dude, let's just get out of here… I'm going to be ill if I have to look a second longer." The tall man replied.

The short man nodded and laughed the entire way out of the flat, not taking even a single silver spoon with the taller man clutching his stomach in pain. Some women were just nasty.

Hinsley dropped the razor and sat on the john with tears in her eyes. Severus Snape was a dick.

HSL

Hermione slammed the ninth book shut, mumbling a sorry to the man sitting next to her that nearly jumped out of his skin. She was angry and frustrated, and mostly just… irate! How dare that slag at the ministry withhold information just because she was an angry spinster, and calling her names? She hoped she never caught the woman alone.

When they had returned to the vacation house that they were living in, Severus had filled them in on the conversation that he had with Hinsley after Lucius escorted Hermione out. It was bitter sweet because while it gave them a shred of hope, it also showed her that the wizarding world and muggle world for that matter, didn't understand that a strong connection could be made between three. It was never going to be easy.

She rubbed her temples and grabbed for the tenth book. They had decided to split up and try to find the loop hole. Severus had gone to Hogwarts to scour the school's library. Lucius went to Malfoy manor and had enlisted Narcissa to help him in his search of the family library, and she, well she had ended up back at the ministry, looking through the many law books that were made available to the public - and was having crappy luck.

The man sitting beside her finally cleared his throat, "I take it you are not finding what you seek?"

Hermione glanced up and shook her head, "Damn bloody books are confusing. I'm not dumb by any means, but these things are worded so, so –"

"They are meant to be that way. If everyone understood them, lawyers would be out of work. It's nothing more than a lot of double talk and words only lawyers learn." The man stated. "You are Hermione Granger, are you not?"

Hermione nodded; did everyone know who she was?

The man looked around and scooted his body closer, which made her a bit nervous. She didn't know this guy or what he wanted.

"Look, it's hard to talk here, ears are all around us, but I heard of a problem you have been running into and I believe I can help you."

Hermione sighed, "Unless you can find a loophole in this atrocious book, I don't see how you could."

He reached into his pocket and extracted his wallet. Producing a business card and handing it to her.

Picket, picket, and Picket

Real estate lawyers and agents

In service for the public

Hermione glanced at the man, "No one will even talk to us, I doubt this group will be any different."

"Step outside with me. I promise you I wish you no harm, only a place to talk away from prying ears."

Hermione hesitated but agreed. Anything that could help with either the marriage or their quest in finding a place was worth listening to.

She followed him outside, telling the lady that she would be back for the books, she just needed a breather on her way out. Once they were out and fifty feet from the ministry, the man stepped closer.

"I am part of Picket, Picket, and Picket. That id how I know we can help you." The man sighed, "I actually sent you an owl last week, but my letter was refused."

"Sorry bout that, we get a lot of hate mail."

"I understand, trust me when I say I do." The man looked around again, making sure no one was watching or trying to listen in before speaking again, "Everyone assumes that my partners and I are siblings, but we are not, we are just like you.

People have this fear of things that are out of the ordinary. They claim to be open minded but in reality are anything but and the idea of an actual working relationship between three is just so far out in left field that people would rather pretend it doesn't exist rather than to let us live our lives how we want.

The people who do know we exist are ones that are the most troubling. If it's a woman, then her reason for being against it is purely selfish. They view women like you and my wife as collectors, or in other words, women who are hogging all the men for themselves.

And men, well, most of them have this weird pride where they cant imagine a woman needing more than one man… it's an ego thing, and with you three trying to find a place that all of you like, the vast majority of people that can help you are people that fall into those two categories. They hate your relationship, not you personally."

Hermione sighed, "It's a bunch of bull if you ask me."

"It is." He agreed, "My name is Roger, by the way."

"Nice to meet you." She replied back

"Well, listen, The reason I had owled you is because during a property bidding, I overheard some of the other real estate agents talking about how they refused to even show your group a single place. I, uh, well I took it upon myself to bid for a few of the nicer places so that if you wished to see them, I would be the one who would help you, considering we are in the same situation."

Hermione nodded gratefully, "I will be sure to give Lucius and Severus the card. I'm positive they will owl you for your services."

Roger smiled, "Just do me a favor, yeah? When you find that loophole, pass the information to me as well. My group would like to get married but like you, we were denied."

How did you know we were denied?" She asked, knowing she hadn't mentioned that.

He smiled again, "You were mumbling while researching, loudly at that."

She looked down, pink with embarrassment, "I wasn't aware."

"It's okay, it was amusing to me."

HSL

Narcissa smiled as she watched Lucius scan book after book. She was glad to see him alive again, on a mission of sorts, and she was all too willing to help him. She wanted him happy and she would see to it that he was.

"I found another one called 'Magical marriages', It looks to be old, possibly from around the time trio marriages were outlawed." She said as she stepped off the ladder, thumbing through the book to see if anything caught her eye.

Lucius grunted, unwilling to look up from his spot, as she sat in the cushioned chair opposite of him. She scanned the index and opened the book where the section on three way marriages was, and like Lucius, buried her nose in the book, helping in the search for answers.

HSL

Severus had been through nearly thirty books before he felt his calm slipping. When they outlawed three way marriages, they did a hell of a job making sure it was air tight, but he knew there was a way, it was just entirely too elusive for his own liking.

The answer lied with one woman and he doubted she would be willing to tell him, especially after the curse of the werewolf that he had placed on her… or would she? Surely she didn't want to be hairy forever.

Deciding it was his only option, he left Hogwarts and headed for the aparation point, his destination was clear, but his stomach was in knots. He really didn't want to see the woman again, much less with her covered in hair. With a shutter, he closed his eyes and disappeared with a crack, landing in front of flat 6A, the home of Director Hinsley.

He hesitated for only a moment before raising his hand to knock. He could hear muffled sounds behind the door and didn't know whether to laugh or cry at what he was seeing… He was going to be scared for life.

When Hensley opened the door, she was wrapped in nothing but a fuzzy pink bathrobe. That was scary enough in his opinion, but the hair sprouting everywhere just made things so much worse and by the look on her face, she was going to kill him.

"You!" she shouted, "You did this! I cant get it to go away!" she yelled louder.

She grabbed Severus by the ear and yanked him inside the flat. He was so shocked that he didn't he fight against her childish antics.

"Fix this….NOW!" she yelled again.

Severus smiled and tisked, "Well now, It looks like you want something just as I do."

Hensley froze for a minute before she smiled, "Oh you, I knew you wanted me like I wanted you."

Severus froze, wait, what?

Hensley started working on her tie, trying to open the robes quickly.

"Dear Merlin, NO!" Severus shouted as she opened her robes. Yep, he was going to be scared for the rest of his life. Was there a spell that vanished ones eyesight? He have to look into that. Hair was everywhere and it was matted where her crotch and nipples should be. He didn't want to know.

"Put that away!" Severus shouted

"Put what away?" she asked with a giggle as she started to walk towards him.

"THAT!" he said while pointing, "All of it, put yourself away!"

Hensley looked hurt and quickly closed her robes, "Then what did you mean you wanted something like I do?"

Severus swallowed the stomach bile that had risen in his throat, "Look, tell me the loophole and I will end the curse. I'll even throw in a cream of my own making that prevents hair from ever growing back."

Hinsley plopped down on the couch, "How well does the remover work?"

"It works very well. It's a permanent fix."

"Does it work on everything?" she asked

"Everything?"

She sighed, "Does it work on pubic hair as well."

Oh god, he was going to be sick for the rest of his life.