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Chapter 19
November 30, 1995
Hermione brushed her raven curls back behind her shoulders as she slung her satchel behind her. It had been just over a week since she and her boys had met Voldemort face to face and they were all thrilled that he hadn't summoned them since.
The boys had agreed that while they had enjoyed watching her put her grandfather in place, it was a terrifying experience that none of them cared to experience again. Hermione had simply smiled apologetically at them and apologized for any further meetings that would occur.
They had both assured her that they didn't blame her for their part in this fiasco. She had broke down in tears, somewhat out of character for her, and told them that she knew they were just being nice. If they weren't her mates, they would have been nowhere near the situation.
Both boys had hugged and kissed her, reassuring her through words and actions that they didn't blame her. While she believed that they didn't blame her, it was extremely difficult not to blame herself. Therefore, she did her best to put it out of her mind so she wouldn't dwell on it.
Theo gave her a wave as she entered Potions beside Harry and Draco and her mind fled to the day after their meeting with Voldemort.
*Flashback*
Hermione nervously approached the Slytherin table as breakfast was ending. She had told both her boys that she needed to face Theo alone. They had both protested, but when she turned her glare their way, they had relented with a sigh and waved her on.
The snakes were excited at her approach, all of them thrilled to be in her presence she was sure. The thought made her a little sick. Theo realized that the silence that fell over the table was because of his sister so he shot her smile and patted the seat next to him. Pansy was sitting next to him and she eagerly scooted down to make room for Hermione. Hermione slid into the seat and gave everyone a small smile and a nod before turning her attention to her brother. Even though she realized that the whole table was listening, she figured it could only keep Harry and Draco safer if the snakes of the school feared her.
"I need to speak with you about last night." He didn't reach out and take her hand as he did when they were alone, but his eyes were still warm as he met her gaze.
"I attacked your father last night. I didn't kill him since you're his son, but I warned him that next time he wouldn't be so lucky." Theo didn't glare at her, or even sneer. He chuckled and Hermione had no idea what to do with that kind of reaction.
"What did he do? You're not the type to attack someone just because they hate you." Everyone around them were silent and staring, hanging on every word she said.
"I pointed out that they should be enslaving muggles and muggleborns, not raping and murdering them. Muggles rape and murder all the time, we need to be better than that." Silence continued to reign and she wondered if anyone would ever speak.
"My grandfather agreed with me and when we were leaving, your father tried to curse me. It was a curse that my father nor my grandfather had ever seen. Draco and Harry leapt in front of me and it hit Draco. He almost died. Severus couldn't save him. Harry and I blended our magic in order to save his life. I cursed your father with a pain curse. I don't know how long I held him under it. I told everyone in that room that if they touched either Harry or Draco, I'd kill them." The table was still silent. Finally, in a moment of actual intellect, Goyle spoke.
"If you cursed Theo's dad, the Ministry would have sent you a letter about underage magic." Hermione really hadn't wanted to reveal the extent of her abilities and should have thought this conversation through. She gave a slight shrug, deciding to act like it was no big deal, maybe then people wouldn't focus on it.
"The Ministry can only trace underage magic if you use a wand." It took a moment for that to sink in. Pansy was the one that exclaimed the obvious.
"You tortured Theo's dad wandlessly? Fucking hell, Granger." Hermione shrugged her shoulders again.
"Nobody hurts Draco or Harry." She turned her attention back to Theo. He gave her a soft smile before slinging an arm around her shoulders.
"I'm not mad at you, Hermione. I told you my dad was a bastard. You and the Dark Lord both made clear what would happen to those that harmed Draco and Potter. He was an idiot and decided to disregard those warnings. Maybe this time he'll learn." She gave him a tentative smile.
"You're really not angry?" He chuckled while the rest of the table looked on in amusement.
"Trust me, if I was angry, you'd know it. The last time I was angry was when Crabbe got completely pissed and then took a piss in my favorite shoes. Everyone in Slytherin House knew I was angry." Crabbe had the good sense to look sheepish when Hermione turned disbelieving eyes to him.
Hermione had graced her brother with a side hug before she stood, smile on her face.
"I've gotta go, but we're still studying tonight, right?" Theo nodded enthusiastically.
"Yeah, six o'clock at your table in the library." Hermione gave a quick nod before she flounced away in the direction of the Gryffindor table.
*End of Flashback*
The Gryffindor was pulled from her thoughts when Harry nudged her. She quickly turned his way to see her father entering the classroom, robes billowing dramatically behind him. She couldn't keep a blush from her cheeks when she recalled the conversation between the two of them just two days before.
*Flashback*
Hermione was seated at the Gryffindor table trying to read her Arithmancy text while Harry and Draco talked quidditch to death with Neville, Ginny, Fred, and George. She hadn't realized that the table had gone silent until she heard a throat clear behind her.
"Might I speak with you in private, Miss Granger?" While her father's tone was as silky as ever, she got the distinct impression that he wasn't pleased. She grimaced for the crowd before nodding and turning towards her professor. She gathered her texts and crammed them in her satchel before following her father out of the Great Hall.
Severus led her to the nearest empty classroom and warded and silenced the door before turning her way. Hermione couldn't help but think that he looked distinctly uncomfortable. He reached in one of his many pockets to fish out a vial of pink fluid. He handed it to her without a word.
"What do you want me to do with it?" He raked his hand through his hair, causing Hermione to get a bad feeling about where this conversation was headed.
"It's a contraceptive potion. Our esteemed Headmaster felt that he should inform me of your new sleeping arrangements and ordered me to make you a contraceptive potion." Hermione felt her cheeks flush instantly and she dropped her gaze to her hands.
"I don't need that, I'm a virgin." She couldn't believe that she had spit it out quite that boldly, but she couldn't turn back now. Severus chuckled softly at her embarrassment.
"You have no idea how thrilled I am to hear that. However, I remember well how quickly things can happen and as they say, it only takes once. Bringing a child into such a climate as this would be irresponsible, especially since you're just barely sixteen." Hermione nodded quickly.
"I understand, I'll take it." She unsealed the vial and drank it down quickly, pleasantly surprised when it tasted like cherries. Not the fake muggle cough syrup kind of cherry, but real cherries. As she handed the now empty vial back to him, she finally met his eyes.
"Are you disappointed in me?" Even she could tell that her voice was small. Her father sighed and pulled her into a hug, kissing the crown of her head before he spoke.
"No, sweet, you haven't disappointed me. You're less than a year away from your majority and I can't expect you to be young and innocent forever. It just seems like you're already leaving me when I just got you back." Hermione let a few tears squeeze out of her eyes so she could wipe them on his robes, her father none the wiser. She squeezed him tighter before she spoke.
"Daddy, you aren't going to lose me. I don't have anybody else in this world except you and Theo. Well, my oh-so-wonderful grandfather, but I don't think he counts. Sure, I choose Harry and Draco, but what will I do when they're mad at me? I won't have anyone to run to that will be just on my side. Theo's my brother, sure, but he's been friends with Draco for longer than he's even known he had a sister. You're the only one that will be there to walk me down the aisle and for my kids to call Grandpa. I just don't want you to think less of me." Her father snorted before he pulled her away from his chest, forcing her to meet his gaze.
"I'm proud you've made it this long with your virginity intact. Most girls in our world lose it by the time they're fifteen. Everything happens earlier in the wizarding world, so don't think for a second that I'm disappointed in you. That will only happen if you're stupid and end up pregnant while in school." Hermione laughed.
"Well, obviously that won't be happening if you're making my contraceptives yourself. All your potions are amazing." Severus snorted now as he brushed her hair back behind her shoulders.
"Flattery will get you nowhere. I have much to do before my next class. Run along and watch out for the toad. She would love to put your mates in detention. She's aware that you're untouchable, but she doesn't know about the prophecy. She won't hesitate to punish them." Hermione gave him a solemn nod before she raised on her toes to press a kiss to his cheek.
"See you in class, Dad." He chuckled as he waved his wand, releasing the wards on the door so she could make her way back to both her mates.
*End of Flashback*
Professor Snape, for that's who he was when class was in session, pointed at the board with his wand and the words "Amortentia" appeared in his spiky script. He didn't wait to make sure that everyone was ready for his lecture to begin, he simply jumped in head first. For those not paying attention or the ill-prepared, he considered it a lesson learned when they failed their quiz questions over the subject matter because they were scrambling to catch up their notes.
Professor Snape lectured for half an hour before he waved his wand again and levitated a bubbling cauldron from the table behind his desk to the one free table amongst the students. When it had stopped boiling, he turned to the class.
"This is technically a sixth year potion, but the Headmaster has insisted that we cover it a year early due to changes on the Potions O.W.L. Everyone will form a queue and step forward so you can determine what amortentia smells like to you, and then begin an essay about the few good uses for the brew. Begin." Hermione didn't want to have to wait forever to start her potion so she hurried to her feet so she could be towards the front of the line.
She was beat by Lavender and Parvati, both of who were seated at the table right next to the cauldron. Both sniffed when they saw her, but their gazes quickly turned predatory. Lavender stepped forward and laid an arm across Hermione's shoulders while Parvati made a show of sniffing the potion.
"Did you hear that Ron and I started dating? He finally decided that you just weren't worth the effort." Hermione snorted as she shrugged the blond's arm off of her. Both Harry and Draco were behind her in the line and she could hear them practically growling.
"Well, if you're into rapists, then I wish you the best of luck. As a woman, however, you should be against that kind of treatment." Lavender laughed lightly.
"He wouldn't have had to resort to trying to rape you if you weren't such an uptight prude. There's more to life than books." Hermione laughed in return.
"You would know since you've never opened a book. You know, that's probably the reason you're failing all your classes. In fact, maybe you should keep an eye out for someone a little more academically inclined. Then your children won't be complete trolls." She didn't miss a beat when she pointed towards the cauldron.
"Your turn, Lavender. There's still quite a few people to go, no time for chatter." The other girl sputtered in indignation, but was quick to comply when Professor Snape sent a glare her way.
Lavender finished quickly and moved on after sending a glare Hermione's way. It didn't scare her. Since she hadn't been sleeping in her dorm most nights, the girls didn't even have much of a chance to try to sabotage her clothing.
Hermione stepped up to the cauldron and leaned over, inhaling deeply. She was overwhelmed by the scents she associated with Harry and Draco. If she had had any doubts in their relationship before, they would have been gone. Bergmot and sandalwood, hinting at Draco, and citrus with mint leading her to the scent of Harry. Both brought her happiness and comfort. With a smile to herself, she moved on and took her seat again before pulling out fresh parchment to begin her essay.
She was hardly aware of Harry and Neville taking their seats next to her. While she wasn't ashamed, she wasn't ever going to volunteer the fact that she carried enough extra texts about potions with her that she didn't need to go to the library for sources for her essay. Therefore, she easily finished her essay before class was dismissed.
Harry and Draco both flanked her as they left Potions and started to make their way towards Charms. Once they were seated in their usual seats waiting on their diminuitive professor, Draco leaned over and tugged on one of her curls.
"What did you smell, Princess?" She gave them both a grin.
"Bergamot, sandalwood, citrus, and mint." Harry snorted as he made eye contact with Draco.
"Wonder who those smells apply to?" She playfully shoved them both before she turned her laughing eyes back to them.
"What did you two smell?" Both boys answered together.
"Cherry blossoms and vanilla." She really did laugh this time. Neither boy had ever seen that she used shampoo scented like vanilla and shower gel and lotion that smelled of cherry blossoms. It was uncanny. When she had finally stopped laughing, she rubbed both their legs.
"Guess that means we're meant to be together." Harry snorted before he leaned down press a quick kiss to her neck.
"That much is obvious. We'd all be a mess if we didn't have each other." Draco sniffed imperiously.
"Speak for yourself, Potter." Hermione couldn't help but laugh again.
"You almost made us believe that, Draco." He snorted, but remained quiet since Professor Flitwick entered the classroom and began his lesson.
Today's Charms lesson was a review over everything they had learned so far that year. Hermione absolutely detested review days. If you didn't understand a lesson, you sought help from an older student or from the professor at their convenience. Review days set the class behind and those that were up to date on their lessons wasted a day.
The trio departed Charms after Professor Flitwick dismissed them with instructions to read the next chapter. The boys led her to the Great Hall for lunch since Hermione was still grumbling to herself about the loss of a charms lesson. They sat down in their seats at the Gryffindor table and the boys instantly began piling food on their plates. Hermione wasn't sure how they put away so much food, but she had learned long ago that questioning a hungry boy only ended in arguments.
The meal passed by without any drama or arguments. Ron and Lavender were sucking each other's faces into their mouths, turning everyone off their meals, but they quickly split apart when Severus walked up behind them and cleared his throat. Hermione was unsure how they had managed to evade the attention of Umbridge. This thought didn't detract from her quiet giggles though.
Lunch ended and Hermione began to drag both boys to Transfiguration. Even though they weren't excited for the class, Hermione was. They were to be performing a series of animal transfigurations today and Hermione was excited for the challenge. While she had never done more than three in a row, Hermione was sure that she could do several more.
The trio took their seats and Hermione was so excited she was squirming in her seat. Both boys were laughing silently at her excitement, but they were smart enough to not let her see it. Professor McGonagall entered from the side door and with a swish of her robes, began her lesson.
During their last class period, they had gone over theory until even Hermione had wanted to , the stern professor began class by ordering them into their preassigned pairs. Even though Harry was with Crabbe, both boys still followed Hermione and Draco off to the side. Hermione might find the Slytherins insincere, but she could admit that it was nice to be able to get along during class.
Hermione had been prepared to let everyone go first, but they had all insisted that she go ahead and try. Their theory was that if she had mastered the spells, she could help the others. Realizing that their thought process was sound, Hermione stepped away from the group and set her turtle on the ground before her.
Since everyone in their group was aware of her wandless abilities, Hermione didn't bother with her wand. She simply waved her hand over her turtle and it reformed to become a house cat, then a dog, next a sheep, followed by a horse, then finally an elk. The whole class had stopped to watch, Professor McGonagall included. When she vanished the elk, her professor waved for everyone to continue before she walked over to meet with her favorite student. With a quick hand to her shoulders, Hermione followed her professor away from the crowd.
"Have you ever performed this spell before?" Hermione nodded.
"Yes, but never more than three animals. I suppose I should have before I embarked on human transfiguration." Her professor choked a little.
"You've moved that far in your studies?" Hermione nodded. Professor McGonagall gave her a hawkish look.
"Did you do those spells wandlessly?" Hermione wasn't sure if she should answer truthfully. Finally deciding that she could trust her Head of House, she nodded. A strangled sound escaped her lips.
"Would you agree to help with the other three people that were congregated around you?" Hermione gave her a small smile.
"Of course, Professor."
Hermione returned to Harry, Draco, and Crabbe. The three of them worked on the spells for the rest of the period, all three of them managing three animal changes. Crabbe especially looked thrilled with himself and turned an actual smile Hermione's way.
"Thanks, Hermione, I've never been able to get spells like this so quickly. This would usually take me at least a week to figure out." Hermione gave him a smile, loving how it felt to be able to help others.
"You're welcome, Vincent. I'm happy to be of service." Ron took this moment to ruin a happy moment.
"The ugly little bookworm is picking up another snake boyfriend. I guess Malfoy just wasn't enough." Hermione glared at him.
"Don't worry about my life, Ronald. Worry about yourself." He snorted at her words.
"You'll be a whore for everyone else, but I had to try to rape you. What's that say for you?" Hermione went silent and she could feel that her skin was ashen. Ron had never directly brought up what he had almost done to her, especially in class or in front of others. Both Harry and Draco stepped in front of her, eyes hard and expressions impassive. They didn't get a chance to say or do anything before Crabbe stepped forward and punched Ron. Blood exploded from his nose, pouring down his face and flooding his mouth.
"Nobody talks to My Lady like that. You'd do well to keep a civil tongue in your head." Gone was the excited boy that had just completed a spell far quicker than usual. A cold, hard young man that took charge and expected his words to be followed replaced him. Hermione stood and stepped forward, laying her hand on Crabbe's arm.
"He isn't worth it, Vincent. Don't get in trouble over Ronald Weasley." Crabbe turned his hard gaze her way and let it soften just a tiny bit.
"Nobody talks to My Lady that way. My father would have my hide if I allowed something like that to occur right before my eyes and I did nothing." Hermione didn't get a chance to say anything else because they were interrupted by the arrival of Professor McGonagall.
"What is the meaning of this? What happened?" Ron hurried to speak first.
"I was talking to Granger and Crabbe got angry so he just punched me out of nowhere." The older Gryffindor turned towards Crabbe and raised an eyebrow. Hermione could see that she didn't believe Ronald, but she had to listen to everyone's side. Crabbe's voice was still hard when he spoke.
"We were minding our business, I was thanking Hermione for helping me complete the spell in class for the first time ever. Weasley started calling her names and making comments about her boyfriends. She told him to mind his business and in turn, he called her a whore and made mention of his trying to rape her. I felt that a single punch in the face to shut him up was justified, especially since he didn't listen and shut up when she asked it of him in a much nicer way than I did."
Hermione was astounded. That was probably the most she had ever heard Crabbe say in a single space of time. Draco had always been the one to speak while Crabbe and Goyle both laughed at his words or made simple comments that didn't require much thought. Professor McGonagall pulled her from her thoughts.
"Mr. Weasley, Hospital Wing, twenty points from Gryffindor, and a week of detention with Mr. Filch for your disrespectful treatment of someone who used to be your friend. Go now." Ron glared at them all before turning on his heel and stalking out of class. Their transfiguration professor turned towards Crabbe and gave him a small smile.
"This is a one-time thing, Mr. Crabbe. Since you were defending my lion cub and promoting house unity, I'm going to award you fifteen points and assign you one detention to be spent with Professor Snape. Report to the dungeon at six tonight." Crabbe broke out in a smile and nodded.
"Sure, Professor, I won't forget." Professor McGonagall gave Hermione a smile before dismissing them all from class.
Both Harry and Draco wrapped an arm around her waist as she stood, both aware that Ron's words had affected her more than she had shown everyone. She snuggled into Draco's side while Harry gathered their bags. The blond pressed a quick kiss to her mouth as Crabbe turned their way.
"Thank you, Vincent. I appreciate you sticking up for me. I don't have any problems telling him or his girlfriends where to go, but when he brings up what he did to me, I freeze." Crabbe nodded and followed them out of the classroom.
"That's understandable. A couple of the older snakes are working on a plan to take care of him like the Dark Lord ordered. Then he won't be a problem anymore."
Hermione wanted to be sickened by his words, but she wasn't. No, she didn't want them to kill Ronald, but she liked feeling like she had support, that there were people out there that had her back. She knew that it derived from having no friends when she was a child and being ridiculed once she came to Hogwarts. As much as she didn't want the hit to occur, she was leaving it in the hands of the Headmaster to protect her ex-friend. She couldn't tell everyone not to kill the redhead because that would blow her cover. Deciding not to dwell on the subject any longer, she sent a smile his way.
"If you ever need help, I spend most of my free periods in the library. Just find me and I'd be happy to help you." Crabbe grinned a boyish grin at her and nodded.
"Thanks, Hermione. I have to get to Divination." Without waiting for a response, he turned and headed for the stairs that would lead him to the North Tower.
They usually did spend their free periods in the library, and today was no different. Hermione started to make her way towards the stairs closest to her favorite place in the world, but Harry stopped her and tugged her further on, towards a staircase that led to the seventh floor. She instantly understood and let both boys lead her to the top of the castle where the Room of Requirement was located.
Draco paced the corridor so their room would appear, the room that they slept in almost every night. Once the door appeared, the trio entered and dropped their bags on the floor unceremoniously. Hermione dropped onto the edge of the bed and flopped back with a sigh.
"Ronald is such a dick." Both boys moved closer and Hermione could feel them at her feet. Harry spoke, his voice husky.
"We know. That's why we brought you here. We're going to relax you." Hermione didn't even get a warning when Draco waved his wand and divested her of all her clothing.
Hermione had been mostly naked in front of her boyfriends. She usually slept in her knickers and nothing else since she was sandwiched between two young men that were furnaces when they slept. The boys both gasped when they laid eyes on her bare prissy, and Hermione was instantly self-conscious.
They had messed around in their time spent in the Room of Requirement. She had manually brought both boys to completion several times and had even performed fellatio on both of them a few times. The Gryffindor has loved the power it gave her even though she didn't feel like she was doing a very good job.
Each boy had only stroked her to completion once. Hermione still couldn't help that she was embarrassed by how much of a mess she made when she came. Both boys had made a show of licking her juices from their fingers, but she still wasn't assured that they liked it.
Firm hands gripped her ankles, keeping her from drawing her legs up to hide her womanhood. Harry jumped on the bed next her, completely naked himself, and bent to kiss her. He was forceful and rough, his tongue plundering her mouth, tasting every inch of her. She could do nothing but whimper into his mouth. Forgetting the embarrassment she had been feeling, she buried her fingers into his messy black hair and tugged softly.
Harry groaned and dragged his mouth from hers to trail it across her cheek and along her jawline. Her breathing was already ragged and she was only slightly aware of Draco kissing his way from her ankle to her knee. Later, she would realize that they were ganging up on her, Harry keeping her busy while Draco slowly made his way to the honey pot, so to speak.
Harry nipped her throat sharply, drawing a pained hiss from Hermione. Draco's tongue was cutting a trail from the back of her knee towards her inner thigh. Harry's mouth descended on her breast, sucking her nipple in roughly. The pull of his mouth against her tit made her core burn hotter and hotter.
Draco nipped the skin right next to her pussy, his hands on her knees holding her wide open. Hermione couldn't have fought him off if she wanted to. It was sensory overload. She felt a spell brush against her legs and it took a moment for her to realize that Draco had placed a sticking charm on her knees so they would adhere to the bed. She was stuck with her legs spread as wide as they would go, and as embarrassed as she felt at the thought, it made her burn inside, made her long for relief.
It was as if they had worked it out beforehand, and later she would realize that they probably had. Just as Draco took his first soft lick at her center, Harry nipped her nipple roughly, bringing a slight tinge of pain to mingle with the pleasure. Hermione gasped and was instantly rendered silent by Draco licking her again. She could feel him tracing every fold of her pussy with his tongue, licking her like she was the most precious thing in the world. Harry moved to her head and began rubbing his cock all over her face.
Hermione couldn't believe how amazing it felt to have his tongue on her in such an intimate way. The tip of his tongue, the same tongue that had caused her such pain through the years, traced circles around her clit before flicking the bundle of nerves sharply. He repeated the pattern several times and Hermione could no longer hold in a gasp. Harry saw his opening and slid his cock in her mouth from above.
Hermione eagerly took him, needing something to focus on aside from the pure pleasure radiating from her core. She swirled her tongue around the tip as she had discovered that both of them loved before lifting her head to take more of him. He chuckled at her eagerness and obliged her by pressing himself further into her mouth. Hermione had never had much of a gag reflex before and both boys seemed to love the fact that they could go as deep in her mouth as they liked. Harry began to thrust himself in and out of her mouth, his hands reaching out to find her nipples. He tweaked them over and over while Draco began to thrust his tongue in and out of her passage. Harry began his dirty talk and Hermione was no longer ashamed to admit that she loved it.
"Fuck, 'Mi, Draco has his tongue buried in your cunt and my cock is buried in your throat. Someday soon we're going to both fill you with our come in this exact position. Your pussy is beautiful, pink and swollen, looking just like a precious flower. After you swallow down my come and Draco licks you clean, I'm going to take my turn to feast between your thighs." Hermione could feel herself nearing the edge of the cliff.
Draco slipped two fingers inside her while he continued to flick her pleasure pearl with his tongue. Hermione reached her hand up around Harry and found his backside. She thought of a lubricating spell and her hand became slippery. Hermione didn't give Harry a chance to protest, she slipped her finger into his back entrance and began to rub against the bundle of nerves inside.
The Gryffindor had read about this technique in one of her mother's magazines and though she had never felt the urge to try it before now, she wanted to see if it would net her the reaction that the article said it would. The article didn't lie. Harry groaned and began to thrust in her mouth even faster. Hermione kept her tongue in constant contact with his shaft and she could feel that he was close.
Much to her surprise, she felt Draco slide a finger in her puckered star, probably using the same spell she had. She felt completely full and she wasn't sure she could hold on much longer. When Draco sucked her clit into his mouth and thrust his fingers inside rougher than he had been, she couldn't hold it back any longer.
Hermione moaned around Harry's cock, she could feel her pussy spasming around Draco's hand. He continued to lick her, drawing out the pleasure for as long as he could. She began to flood the bed, but she didn't get a chance to be embarrassed. Harry had grown impossibly hard in her mouth from the vibrations of her moans. Hermione plunged her finger deep inside him one last time and Harry exploded in her mouth. Not so much in her mouth, but down her throat since he was buried to the hilt. While he jerked with every spurt of come released, Hermione withdrew her finger and focused on riding out her own orgasm. Harry pulled his cock from her mouth and was squeezing her breast as he spoke.
"I can see your cunt spasming around his hand. Do you like his fingers in your arse? Someday soon, Draco is going to have your pussy and I'm going to fuck your arse. You're going to scream in pleasure and soak us with your come."
Hermione finally felt herself coming down from her orgasm. Draco pulled his hands from her pussy, removed his fingers from her arse. He used his thumbs to spread her folds while he lapped at her opening in a langorous way, licking up every drop of fluid she had to offer. Harry fisted her hair and lifted her head so she had to watch Draco between her thighs.
"Watch him lick you clean, 'Mi. Watch him lick your delicious come from your pussy so I can take my turn. Fuck, it's hot watching him clean you like that. Are you going to suck his cock as good as you sucked mine?" She whimpered out a yes and felt the familiar stirring in her core.
Draco pulled away and wiped his mouth so he could trade places with Harry. Her knees were still stuck to the bed, but she didn't care anymore. She only wanted relief from the burn that was blazing it's way through her loins. Harry didn't work his way into it like Draco had, but she figured it was because they had never gone down on her before. Draco was usually very forceful. Harry crammed his tongue as deep inside her as he could manage while his fingers began to strum her clit.
Draco straddled her face and she eagerly opened for him. He didn't give her time to work into it like Harry had, he plunged himself as deep in her mouth as she could take. His fingers found her nipples and were pulling on them, rolling them between his fingers, elongating them. It was sweet torture.
Harry pulled his tongue from her pussy and out of nowhere a sharp slap to her clit made her cry out on Draco's cock. Harry chuckled before speaking.
"You stuck your finger in my arse without permission, Hermione. You're going to get five more slaps to your pretty little cunt before I lick you anymore." If Harry thought the slaps hurt, he was wrong. They were a little humiliating, sure, but pleasurable. Another sharp slap brought another gasp from her lips. Deciding that it would be worth it, she slipped a finger into Draco's arse too.
The blond gasped before he started to fuck her mouth with abandon. Another slap. Then another. She was pretty sure that Harry cut them short so he could bury his fingers inside her. His mouth was hot on her aching flesh and she discovered that he was just as skilled with his tongue as Draco. Draco was still pulling her nipples, but was groaning out words.
"Fuck, Princess, I want to watch him spank you soon. Watching him spank your pussy is making it very hard not explode in your mouth. I want you to flood his face so he can taste how yummy you are, I want to watch him clean you up." Hermione was much more sensitive this time around and his words sent her over the edge. She screamed around Draco's cock and her orgasm seemed to send him over the edge too.
Hot spurts of come shot down her throat and Draco jerked with every spurt as Harry had. He finally stilled above her so she pulled her finger from his arse. She was still spasming around Harry's hand and Draco watched as she finally began to sag in exhaustion. Harry pulled his fingers from her body and began to lap at her folds. He licked her for almost ten minutes, never near her clit, just cleaning every last drop of arousal from her womanhood.
When he finally pulled away, Harry waved his wand at her legs and her knees were released. Hermione could feel drops of come on her face and she felt wet between her legs, but she couldn't care about that at the moment. All she wanted to do was take a nap. Both boys settled in on each side of her, Harry spooning her from behind while she laid across Draco's bare chest.
Nobody said a word, but she felt Draco set an alarm on his wand. They snuggled under the duvet together, wrapped in each other's arms. Hermione had never felt so much love. She let sleep pull her under, smile still gracing her features.
-O-
Ronald Weasley was no idiot. No, he didn't care about schoolwork and he didn't care about grades. However, this didn't mean that he was stupid. He had a brilliant mind for strategy and could catch nuances of a situation that most people missed.
Crabbe had called Hermione "My Lady". Twice. He hadn't even realized he had said it, but Ron had caught it. Is that why she had become so friendly with the Slytherins? Had they decided to elevate her above all others? He couldn't figure out why they would do it, however. He had only heard that kind of reverence when people spoke of the "Dark Lord". Had Hermione turned dark? Was she a traitor?
Ron needed to find out. Yes, he desired her, even more so now that she was gorgeous. He shouldn't have tried to rape her, but he can't say that he regretted it. He regretted that the dirty bitch somehow managed to overpower him. If she had turned dark, his family could be in danger. The whole world could be in danger if she and Malfoy managed to turn Harry dark as well.
Ron vowed to watch Hermione and her merry band of snakes very closely. Anything he discovered would be reported straight to Dumbledore. He wouldn't let anyone turn Harry to the dark side.
Deciding that he would begin his spying the next day since he had detention with Filch early on in the evening, Ron hurried off to find Lavender to see if she'd agree to a quickie before dinner.
-O-
Severus was drinking a strong cup of tea in the staffroom, keeping an eye out for Umbridge. The last thing he wanted was another attempt at seduction on his person. He held the current potions journal open in front of him while he waited rather impatiently for Minerva to show up.
When she finally breezed through the door, he sighed in relief. He hated waiting in the staffroom now that Umbridge stalked him relentlessly. Minerva made her way over to him and took the seat across from him, taking it upon herself to pour herself a cup of his tea. Severus remained silent knowing she would speak when she had settled.
"I scheduled you a detention tonight, Severus." He sighed as he thought about his quiet evening in being blown to smithereens.
Minerva went on to explain what had happened in her Transfiguration class. His blood boiled at the thought that Weasley was taunting his daughter about his attack on her person. The fact that Crabbe had stood up for her and showed Weasley that terrorizing Hermione was not acceptable astounded him. Minerva sighed as she finished.
"I gave the boy one night of detention with you and awarded him points. Don't be too harsh on him." Severus smirked her way.
"Showing your favoritism, Minerva?" She narrowed her eyes at him.
"You know Miss Granger is my favorite student in many years. I'm not partial in grades or anything else, but I will be partial when it comes to her being attacked in this school by someone who was supposed to be her friend." Severus had to remind himself that Minerva knew everything about Hermione's paternity and the prophecy. He tipped the side of his mouth upward just a little before he spoke.
"I'm a little partial to her myself. I'll make sure that Crabbe's detention isn't a terrible experience." Minerva heaved a sigh of relief.
"Thank you, Severus."
Minerva departed soon after their conversation ended and Severus decided that he needed to make his way to the Great Hall. While he wasn't starving, he had lessons with his three young charges that evening after detention and that usually took quite a bit of energy.
He entered the Great Hall and made sure that his daughter was at the lion's table as usual. She was eating and reading what appeared to be an advanced transfiguration text while the boys were involved in an animated conversation with the Weasley twins. The girl Weasley was seated next to the Lovegood girl and it was obvious that they were a couple. Severus hadn't seen that one coming. He wondered if the Weasley parents had anything to say about their daughter's sexual orientation.
Dinner passed without incident and he could tell from the look on his daughter's face that she was bullying the two boys into going to the library with her. He snorted softly to himself and made his way down to his classroom. Once there, he settled behind his desk to begin grading the essays that had been turned in that day.
At a couple minutes before six, there was a knock at the door and Severus beckoned for Crabbe to enter. Once the beefy boy was standing respectfully in front of his desk, Severus lifted his gaze to him. He set down his quill and folded his hands on his lap.
"Professor McGonagall informed me as to why you have detention today. While I applaud you for taking the initiative to protect my daughter from her attacker, I must remind you that Slytherins are subtle. Next time, wait until Weasley is alone before you strike. Make sure you have an alibi. Then it's his word against yours." Crabbe lowered his gaze and nodded.
"Yes, sir." Severus didn't want the boy to hesitate if the time came for action again, however.
"This being said, your actions have gained the approval of the Gryffindor Head of House. While she boasts she has no favorites, it's quite obvious that my daughter is her favorite student in many, many years. McGonagall would be a powerful ally if you continue to support her favorite little cub." Crabbe grinned his way.
"Yes, sir." Severus waved him towards a desk.
"You only have an hour of detention and you will serve it by working on your homework." Severus watched the portly young man settle in a desk and pull out his homework.
The hour passed quickly and when his time was up Crabbe bade him a quick goodbye and let himself out. Severus continued on for a couple more hours, making sure that all his grading from all his classes was caught up. When he finally threw down his quill, he was disgusted with most of the students in the school. So much potential, but none of them cared enough to try.
He could admit that Hermione and Draco had been a good influence of Harry. While his classwork was nowhere near the level of theirs, he had improved so much that Severus would have to say he was one of his better students. Draco and Hermione remained the only ones with a true talent for the subject, but Potter did fair in a subject that it was clear he hated.
The snarky professor summoned his firewhiskey and sipped a glass until it was time to head to his quarters to meet with his daughter and her beau. It was just past curfew and he knew that they would careful as they traversed the corridors. He had just sat in one of his arm chairs when the door to his quarters swung open and the three students emerged.
Severus didn't stand on tradition and simply waved them all forward. He didn't want to drag this lesson out any longer than he had to since he felt this would be their last lesson. Both boys had been close to mastering false memories their last lesson and Hermione was able to break through both of their barriers with ease. The latter part of that equation made him nervous, unsure if they could withstand the Dark Lord, but Severus could no longer break through their shields. This being said, he decided to just attribute the ability of Hermione to break through as her being a prodigy when it came to matters of the mind.
Severus waved Harry forward first and he quickly pulled one of the chairs closer. He wasted no time in brandishing his wand and ordered the young Gryffindor to show him an obviously false memory. Harry obliged and showed him a memory of him growing up with the Weasleys, he couldn't have been more than five years old, and they were swimming in the pond. It appeared to be someone's birthday party and Severus was impressed. He withdrew from his mind and Harry didn't seem to be affected.
"Very good, . You are officially finished with lessons in Occlumency." Harry smiled as Hermione grinned at him. He stood and Severus watched as he waved Draco forward. His godson quickly moved forward and took a seat in the armchair.
"Show me something obviously fake." Severus had decided to make the rule that the memories were to be an obvious lie after Hermione had shown him the very real-feeling memory of her being assaulted by Harry and Draco. Draco nodded that he was ready and Severus pointed his wand at his godson.
Draco showed himself as a young child as well, but with a younger Severus. He was teaching the young child how to cast the killing curse and had a maniacal laugh when Draco succeeded. Even though he knew the memory was a complete fallacy, it was extremely convincing. He withdrew from Draco's mind and gave him an approving nod.
"Excellent. You have reached a level of proficiency where you don't need any further instruction. Congratulations to both you and Mr. Potter." Draco fistpumped, something Severus had never seen him do. Hermione and Harry had definitely been good for him. He stood from his chair and Hermione made her way over in front of him.
While he knew his daughter was extremely talented in reading minds, he didn't think that she would be able to break through his shields. Voldemort had tried many times and had not succeeded in many years. This was why he was now offering up his mind for her to try to read. She had no knowledge of his shields and he had no plans on telling her. He wanted to know just how good she was.
Severus gave her a nod to show he was ready and he could tell that she was nervous. In her mind, she was going up against a master. The boys watched in anticipation. Hermione didn't bother to use her wand as she entered his mind.
Severus swamped her with memories of teaching, passing moments of his childhood, brewing potions, pretty much his standard deluge of memories when he knew someone was trying to infiltrate his barriers. He could feel her moving between the memories, letting tiny trickles of magic flow into him so she could detect his weaknesses. Neither Albus nor the Dark Lord had broken through his barriers in years.
Out of nowhere, Severus realized he was fucked. His daughter, the light of his life, found the tiniest frisson on one of his shields and she began to burrow inside. He tried to shore up the barrier, but there was no stopping her. Every embarrassing memory he had ever had assaulted her. Every prank the Marauders had ever played on him, all the times his "father" had stripped him naked and beaten him. His first time having sex, with Lily no less, and how it had ended before it started. Finally, the worst memories he had of his days as a Death Eater, raping, torturing, murdering. They all flooded his daughter's mind and there was no stopping it.
Severus finally had to result to physically locking her out of his mind when she couldn't seem to figure out how to withdraw from behind his barrier. He raised his wand and shouted "protego", only for his daughter to blast back into her chair hard enough to throw it backwards. He was panting as he came to realize just how much of his life she had seen.
Both boys were helping Hermione to her feet and she had tears down her cheeks. Once she was on her feet, she made to step forward so she could embrace him he was sure. However, Severus didn't want pity and didn't want a show of emotions at the moment. He wanted a glass of firewhiskey and a few moments to center himself again. His voice was much colder than he had meant for it to be when he spoke.
"Just leave me alone. You all pass. Get out." The heartbreak and rejection in his daughter's eyes broke his heart, but he couldn't say anything at the moment. If he did, he might burst into tears and that was the last thing he wanted his daughter to see.
Therefore, he watched the three of them gather their things and make their way towards the door. Hermione threw one last look his way before she left, empathy clear in her eyes. Once they were gone, Severus raised his wand and righted the tipped over arm chair. He didn't bother with a glass, simply took a healthy drink straight from the bottle of firewhiskey.
He settled into his armchair and willed himself to calm down. An hour went by before he had found the calm center that he always kept around him when life was a mess. Tomorrow he would speak with Hermione and make her realize that she wasn't to blame and he wasn't angry with her. Now, he had to go meet with Albus.
Tomorrow would be better. He had to believe it.
-O-
Albus watched as his Potion's Master stumbled into his office, obviously half drunk or well on his way. He unceremoniously flopped himself into the chair in front of Albus' desk. He raked his hair back off his face and Albus was surprised to see just how terrible Severus looked. Severus could hold his liquor fairly well, it was a must considering the line of work he took part in, but once he was past the point of no return, it was never pretty.
"What has you in this state, Severus?" He snorted and pulled a bottle out of his robes so he could take another drink. Albus watched, worried now that it was something serious. Once the bottle was secreted back in his robes, he met the Headmaster's gaze.
"I gave the three of them a last test, so to speak. Potter and Draco passed, they did well when it came to creating memories." Albus nodded, pleased, but unsure why this was so upsetting. Severus continued.
"How many years has it been since you found your way through my barriers, through my shields?" Albus sat back and thought for a moment.
"It's been since Hermione was born. I broke through your barriers in August of '79." Severus nodded.
"It's been the same for the Dark Lord. Hermione broke through my shields tonight and saw everything. All my embarrassing moments, the beatings my father gave me, the horrible acts I participated in as a Death Eater. I had to physically eject her from my mind. It blew her backwards and she was crying. I sent her away before she could say anything, I couldn't face her like that."
Albus didn't know what to say. Severus was the best in the world at occlumency and pretty fair at legilimency. Voldemort would be the only one that could come close to Albus. Granted, Albus considered himself to be the best, but he only attributed that to his age. He had every expectation that Severus would surpass him once he was as old as Albus was. He sighed before he spoke.
"Are you sure you weren't just having a bad night, not trying your hardest since you didn't expect her to do well against you?" Severus snorted.
"I urge you to test them, to test her. They're ready. We need to set a date for you to tell us what your plan is." Albus sighed again and realized he wasn't going to get any further with Severus. He leaned forward and consulted his calendar.
"Nine o'clock in two days time. I can move my meeting that night to another evening." Severus stood as he nodded.
"I'll let them know." He had almost made it to the door when Albus called out to him.
"Take a sober-up potion, Severus. You'll regret it in the morning if you don't." Severus didn't answer, he simply kept walking. He exited the office and left Albus to his thoughts.
The Headmaster was unsure what to do with the information Severus had brought him. If what he said was true, Hermione could very well be the most accomplished person in the world at mind magics, all at the tender age of sixteen. Albus shook his head. There was no possible way she could be that good after only six weeks of instruction. He would test her himself, and while he was sure that she would pass his test, there was just no possible way she was that good. Severus must have been having an off day.
Raking a hand through his beard, Albus stood and made his way up the stairs to his private quarters. He was exhausted, after all. With one last thought of Severus and hoping that he would take a potion, he swept his wand across the room, extinguishing all the lights, and headed to his bed.
A/N- Another one bites the dust! This chapter was much quicker getting written since I actually had a day off. Hope you all enjoy it! Leave me a message after the beep and let me know what ya think.
Next chapter, more D.A. and the meeting with Dumbledore.
Love,
Alicia