A/N- Hello again, my lovelies! We are back for chapter 42. Seven chapters left after this one, I truly can't believe it. It's been a wild ride, that's for damn sure. I know it's been ages since I updated but my life is insane right now. Lots of doctor appointments, end of school year meetings and parties, field trips and play days, mother-in-law's surgery, not to mention my daughter and her damn foot problems. Thank you for being patient. To everyone that is reading and reviewing, you're the bomb. Thus far, LOL has been my favorite story to date, but this story is quickly taking its place. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this chapter!
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Chapter 42
April 7, 1996
Hermione let the boys lead her through the corridors on their way to Charms. Breakfast had been pleasant, surprisingly so, since she had cursed the sixth and seventh year lions that had had a problem with Draco and Theo at the twin's birthday party. She wasn't sure if they were plotting revenge against her or if they were just letting it go but she decided to just be thankful for small favors and take what she could get.
Harry and Draco watched her out of the corners of their eyes. They had been very attentive since their brief argument Saturday night. Hermione had ended up staying in her father's quarters until dinner the night before because she wanted to be able to gather her thoughts before the confrontation that was sure to lay before her, but she was pleasantly surprised when she finally emerged from her Severus' quarters.
*Flashback*
Hermione stood at the door to her father's quarters and took a deep breath, readying herself for what she knew was waiting on the other side for her. She didn't have to look at a map to know that Harry and Draco were waiting for her in the corridor beyond the door. She was no longer angry or hurt at their actions; their lives were just as much at stake as hers were, so they had every reason to question and make sure that she was taking every precaution. She still wished that they had trusted her enough to just know that she wouldn't jeopardize their safety, but she supposed that nobody was perfect, least of all herself. Her father's voice broke her out of her thoughts.
"As much as I love having you here and as much as I love having you all to myself, you must go apologize to them. I'm not sure why you fret so. They will forgive you and you will forgive them." She chuckled softly at her father's words.
"I know, Dad. I just hate fighting and truthfully, I hate the making up even more. It's so exhausting." He laughed and came up behind her, so he could rub the length of her arms with his large hands. He kissed the back of her head before he spoke again.
"I know you don't like it, sweet, but you're going to go out there and make up with your mates because if you don't then you'll be miserable. We both know that so stop stalling and go out there and take care of business." Hermione laughed outright at her father's words before she turned and hugged him quickly.
"Thank you for dealing with me." He kissed her hairline this time.
"It was no hardship, now quit stalling." She flashed him another grin before stepping out of his arms and opening the door. She stepped out into the corridor and hadn't made it five steps before Harry and Draco materialized. She wanted to giggle at their completely predictable nature. Without even saying a word, they both took one of her elbows and pulled her into one of the hidden alcoves. Harry was the first to speak.
"We're so sorry, Hermione, we should have known -." Hermione cut him off with a finger to his lips.
"You don't have to apologize. I should have acknowledged that you both have just as much risk involved in this endeavor as I do. If my grandfather found out that either of you were disloyal you would be in far more danger than I would be. I shouldn't have said those things. It hurts that you think I wouldn't put safety measures in place, but I understand why you said the things that you did." Draco bent and captured her lips with his, hardly letting her catch her breath before Harry stepped forward and took his spot. Hermione just let it happen because as angry as she was the night before at them, she had missed sleeping with them terribly. When Harry finally released her, she grinned softly as she opened her eyes.
"Are we all made up?" Both boys laughed and pressed kisses to her cheeks.
"All made up."
Hermione reveled in the arms that found their way around her, hugging her close and tight. They stayed that way for several minutes without moving, just holding each other close and reacquainting themselves with each other. When they finally pulled apart, Hermione smiled at both of her mates.
"Let's go to dinner."
*End of Flashback*
Hermione let her mates lead her into the classroom and let her take the middle seat at their table. She settled in and began to pull her text and parchment out, readying herself for the class before her. Professor Flitwick had told them that they would be learning how to etch designs into stone, so Hermione wasn't too excited since she was quite certain that she would master this spell as quickly as the others that she tried. Their triad magic really did make a difference. They all had noticed an increase in not only power but in their abilities.
Hermione sat back as their half-goblin professor entered and called for the attention of the class. He began his lecture without further ado and Hermione took her ever-diligent notes. Since it was only a single class period, their professor didn't lecture long, otherwise they wouldn't have had enough time for the practical part of the class. She wasn't worried about the fact that there hadn't been much lecture time; the charm didn't seem like it was going to be difficult even if she hadn't had her triad magic backing her own.
Professor Flitwick split them into groups of six since there were a limited amount of stone slabs to work with. Hermione found herself paired with Harry, Draco, Pansy, Daphne, and Blaise. It wasn't ideal since she had a tough time dealing with both the Slytherin girls, but the experience went well. Much to Hermione's surprise, everyone mastered their spell on the first try. She wasn't sure if that was normal but when Blaise saw the astonished look on her face, he smirked in her direction.
"You couldn't possibly have thought that just because we were snakes that we were too stupid to accomplish a spell like this on the first try." Hermione tried not to show her embarrassment at the fact that she had thought exactly that.
It was prejudiced of her, she supposed, to think that because they were snakes they weren't intelligent. She wasn't sure that was exactly how she felt, but she had truly believed that the Slytherins were far too enamored with furthering their positions than doing things for themselves. She should have known better, though, since Draco had been the only person to ever give her a run for her money when it came to academics. Hermione decided that honestly was the best policy.
"It wasn't that I thought you were stupid, it's just that you always seem more interested in gathering allies and plotting against each other to worry about academic." Draco snorted at her words before pressing a kiss to her cheek.
"Those words are very true, Princess, but it's also a well-known fact that Slytherin are ambitious. That doesn't just mean in our social dealings." Hermione ducked her head, embarrassed, so she wouldn't have to see their smirks. Draco reached out and lifted her chin to see that nobody was smirking in the slightest. In fact, the three Slytherins were speaking softly between themselves and Harry and Draco were smirking at her. She shoved both in the chest.
"Oh, both of you blow it out your arses." Harry and Draco burst into laughter at her words. It lasted for several seconds before it finally subsided. Draco hitched one last laugh.
"We don't hold it against you, Princess." Hermione threw her quill in his face as she spoke.
"Since you think it's so funny, you two are now going to accompany me to the library next period and I'm going to make you study the whole time. No quidditch talk." Both looked horrified at her words, but she could tell that they were just giving her a hard time. The others had since tuned back into their conversation and the Slytherins were now laughing at their predicament. To make matters worse, she leaned forward and narrowed her eyes.
"You're going to study Transfiguration too. No complaints." Both of her boys dropped their heads to the table and began lifting them up, so they could crash them back down on the surface. Pansy and Daphne both laughed at them, calling them pussies since they were going to do exactly as Hermione told them they were going to. Hermione knew that they would have told her no if it was something serious, but she also knew that Transfiguration was the subject they studied the least and that they would benefit from the extra study time.
Class ended in much the same way that it had begun. Hermione regathered her things from her desk and tucked her perfect notes away with the rest that she had filed away for her class. Hermione couldn't help but wish that her classes were more challenging, but she supposed that there wasn't much that she could do about it. Professor McGonagall was the only professor to offer for her to take her N.E.W.T.s early even though she felt like she could probably take them all early. She supposed that it was for the best since if she tested out in her fifth year they would expect her to leave Hogwarts behind. She couldn't do that while both Harry and Draco were both still attending.
Once class dismissed, Hermione dragged both her boys to the library. They took their usual seats at her favorite table and she glared at them until they opened their books. She had learned long ago that while they acted as if they were annoyed with her actions, they weren't really, they were simply trying to give her a hard time. Therefore, she felt no shame whatsoever in shoving books in front of their faces and making them study.
Theo joined them shortly after they sat since he was also on their schedule. Nobody spoke even though Hermione was sure that Theo was interested in her mates' opinions on the fact that he knew their plan. Hermione thought that it was rather well thought out that nobody acknowledged their feelings, they simply acted as if they weren't there. They were in the library of course and the last thing that she wanted to do was make a scene. Until ten minutes before the end of the period, however, when Theo broke their content silence.
"I'm hurt that my sister kept something this big from me, but ultimately I understand why she did. I can't say that I understand your reaction, Draco. It hurts knowing that my best mate and the man dating my sister would think me capable of throwing them over simply because my father's lord would wish it of him." Hermione had told her brother and her father that Theo was sure to feel betrayed at the fact that not only had Hermione not trusted him with the truth, neither had his best mate. She felt her heart sink at his words but kept her head held high. Draco looked slightly guilty as he gazed upon his best friend.
"I'm sorry but you have to understand that I doubt everyone in this situation. If the wrong person knows anything not only am I dead, Hermione and Harry will be as well. Severus too, probably my parents as well. This whole situation is only working because of our ability to lie and fool the darkest wizard of our time. I understand that you're upset but I don't feel bad. This isn't just a school yard secret, this is a secret that could kill more people than just me." Hermione couldn't help but agree with her mate, but she didn't want to bring herself into the conversation unless she had to. This felt like something between friends and they probably wouldn't appreciate her inviting herself into their conversation. Theo sighed after several moments and raked his hand through his hair.
"I'm still a little hurt but I understand. The last thing I want is for any of you to die and I can't begrudge you the right to make sure that that isn't going to happen by me knowing your secret." Hermione stood and floated into her brother's arms. His instantly came around her and held her close. Her voice was almost a whisper when she spoke.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you by keeping the information from you." He chuckled and kissed her forehead before he spoke.
"Nonsense. You did what you had to. Besides, it was clear that you're now on the shite list of the Headmaster. Who knows how long you'll be in the doghouse?" Hermione laughed for a moment before she pulled away.
"He can't keep me in the doghouse long if he wants to be a part of my plan to kill him. Whatever I come up with by tomorrow night will be the plan whether he agrees or not, so he best get over himself." Harry and Draco both burst out in laughter while Theo looked surprised that she would speak the way she had of the Headmaster.
The bell rang before they could expound on the conversation any further. Hermione was quick to gather her things and shove them back in her satchel. The group of four made their way out of the library and towards the Great Hall, lunch first and foremost on their minds. She smiled to herself as she felt both Harry and Draco wrap their arms around her waist.
The pair entered the Great Hall together and by this point in their relationship, not many people cast them a second glance. Hermione couldn't have been happier at that fact. They took their customary seats at the Gryffindor table and her boys were quick to pile her plate with food. She shouldn't have been surprised since this is what they did at most meals, but she still found herself in complete surprise when they tried to take care of her.
The meal passed quickly, nothing of importance occurring. Hermione was surprised since there was usually something that came up. She wasn't complaining in the least, just happy to have a meal pass in relative normality. It didn't take long for the bell above them to ring, signaling the end of their lunch hour. The trio stood and gathered their things, one of the few times that they weren't all headed in the same direction.
Harry was headed to Divination while she and Draco were going to a double Arithmancy period. Harry stepped forward and pressed a kiss to her temple before shooting Draco a smile and leaving the Great Hall to head in an opposite direction of Hermione and Draco. Theo left, bound for Divination as well, something that Hermione just couldn't understand. Her brother was a smart man, as was Harry, why they wasted their time in that rubbish class was beyond her.
Hermione let Draco guide her out of the Great Hall and down the corridors to Arithmancy. While Transfiguration was easy for her and she knew that her future lay down that path, Arithmancy challenged her and kept her on her toes. While she knew that her passion was with Transfiguration, Arithmancy challenged her. She knew that without a doubt once her mastery was finished in Transfiguration she wanted to pursue one in Arithmancy.
They entered the classroom and took their customary seats. This was the one class that Hermione didn't sit with Draco or Harry in and it felt odd to her for that reason. She seated herself between Padma Patil and Ernie McMillan, the former greeting her enthusiastically while the latter sneered her way. Hermione didn't let Ernie's reaction bother her. She didn't care about his reaction in the least so there was no reason whatsoever to care what he had to say about her either.
The class passed with a lecture and Professor Vector assigning them partners to have a class project. Hermione had never been more thrilled when she was assigned with Draco. She could have made it work with anyone else, but it was just so much easier with her mate. He seemed thrilled as well, but she didn't want to say anything to him and jinx the good fortune that they were working together. The project looked to be a difficult one and they would need all the help that they could get.
Once Arithmancy dismissed, Hermione met up with Draco and allowed him to lead her down towards the Great Hall. Harry's Divination class was only a regular class, so he had had a regular free period after that sham of a class. For some reason, she was quite certain that he hadn't worked on his homework, instead choosing to spend him time on the pitch flying. Hermione tried not to begrudge him. Her Gryffindor mate wasn't as academic as she and Draco were, and she didn't want to make him change just to make her happy.
Hermione was thrilled to find her Gryffindor counterpart at the table already. It was clear by his windswept hair that her earlier assumptions had been correct. When she took the seat next to him, Harry leaned over and kissed her neck, nipping her pulse point. It was a sharp reminder that while they had made up the night before, they hadn't had what those around her called make up sex. She had been exhausted the night before since she hadn't slept well in her father's quarters. Both boys had been gentlemen and let her go to bed early, promising her that they would show her their love and devotion the next night. Hermione was just getting caught up in a delicious daydream when an owl swooped down and landed before her. Hermione knew that it was from the Headmaster. She pulled the note from the owl's foot and shoved her plate of food it's way, offering it as a reward for bringing her a note. She opened the note quickly and skimmed its contents.
Miss Granger,
Please do me the honor of meeting me in my office after the evening meal concludes. We have much to discuss.
A.D.
It was clear that the Headmaster had gotten over her decision to tell her brother and wanted to discuss strategy. She wondered if he had invited anyone ese or just herself and her mates. Come to think of it, they hadn't been specifically invited either. She didn't care. They were coming and if he didn't like it, she would come up with her own plan and go from there. Hermione passed the note to her mates and made sure to gesture to them with her eyes that they were most certainly coming with her. They seemed leery, but she didn't care. The Headmaster wasn't going to start dictating her movements now so late in the game.
Once the food disappeared, the trio rose from their seats at the Gryffindor table and started for the doors to the Great Hall. They were taking their time so that everyone could clear out and there wouldn't be as many people to see just where they were headed. There were hardly any people left when Hermione finally gestured for them to leave the Great Hall. Each grabbed one of her hands and pulled her from the cavernous room and started her towards the Headmaster's office.
They traversed the corridors quickly, finally reaching the griffin that guarded the Headmaster's office. They waited for a moment for the griffin to move from its customary spot guarding the entrance and when it did, she was happy to move forward. Harry and Draco led her forward and up the stairs, both their hands wrapped round her waist. Once they reached the top of the stairs, Hermione had stiffened her shoulders and made sure that her expression was hard. She had no idea what she was walking into and the last thing that she wanted was to be construed as weak.
Once they were fully ensconced in the Headmaster's office, Hermione was thrilled to see that not only was her father present, but so was Remus, Sirius, Professor McGonagall, Arthur, Moody, and Kingsley. They were all seated in armchairs around the fire, sipping tea and conversing quietly between themselves. Hermione told herself that she had done the right thing by inviting her mates since everyone else was present. It was made clear, however, that the Headmaster didn't agree with her.
"I don't recall inviting your mates." Hermione made sure to make herself comfortable in the sofa in full view of the others in the room. She ignored the statement from the Headmaster until she was comfortable in her seat.
"I don't really care if you invited them. I'm inviting them since I'm the one that must 'kill' you and I feel that if I have to do that, I have the right to bring whoever I want into the fold." It was silent for several minutes before Hermione finally turned her attention to the Headmaster.
"You know that this is a team effort to me. If you try to keep my mates from planning, I'll just go my own way and include them anyways. It's your decision." She felt both Harry and Draco squeeze her hands, lending their strength to her. She made sure to smile widely at them in front of all the other members of their rag tag group, showing everyone that she was serious about them staying. It was Professor McGonagall that broke the tense silence.
"Merlin's balls, Albus, the rest of us are here. Why would you not want them here? They're just as big a part of this as Hermione and Severus are. Stop trying to parade your power and put Hermione in her place. I assure you, it won't happen." Hermione had to fake a cough, so the snort and laughter wouldn't be audible. It seemed that everyone in the room knew exactly what she had done though, and they were smirking her way. Her father spoke next, not giving anyone else a chance to comment on the Transfiguration professor's words.
"We need to come up with a plan. Obviously, Hermione isn't really going to kill Albus, but we need to make it look as if she did in front of plenty of witnesses. It would be nice if we could end this war before the end of the school year."
This opened the table to several ideas that Hermione felt were good ones. Moody wanted to have Hermione lure the Headmaster away from the school with false information and then "kill" him, sending word to her grandfather once it was done. Sirius wanted to fake the death of the Headmaster and have her deliver his "body" to her grandfather and make the final battle on Voldemort's turf. Remus disagreed and felt that they should keep the battle that was sure to break out somewhere that they chose so they would have the advantage. After almost two hours of brainstorming had passed, Hermione's head was hurting.
The Gryffindor hadn't contributed a single idea because she knew that her plan was insane. She truly hoped that one of the others would have an idea that worked out better but in every one she saw potential for disaster. Not that hers was much better, in fact, it was probably worse. However, it also made sure that they would be on home ground, they would have plenty of allies, and her grandfather would be lulled by a false sense of security. She knew for a fact that most of the people in the room weren't going to like her plan. Harry slid his hand behind her and began rubbing the knots in her neck. Hermione moaned a little before she finally spoke.
"You've all come up with some great ideas. The fact is, I've somewhat incorporated several of your ideas into one. My plan is crazy and could backfire splendidly if it doesn't work out, but I think it is our best shot at not killing the Headmaster and ending the war all at the same time." Everyone quieted and turned her way. She was never more thankful for Sirius and his easygoing manner.
"Tell us all about it, poppet, you know we love your crazy plans best of all." Remus and Professor McGonagall both chuckled at the man's words. Her father looked less than impressed but she didn't care. She took a deep breath and began.
"I want to end this in two weeks' time, over the Easter hols. On Easter, specifically, and I want to do it here at Hogwarts." All the adults save her father blew up, calling out their demands that that wasn't going to happen, that she was insane to even think about bringing the Dark Lord to Hogwarts where he could harm students. She allowed it to continue for several minutes before she shot sparks in the air, bringing their attention back to her.
"I understand why you don't want the final confrontation happening at Hogwarts but let's be rational. There are rarely many students that stay at the school for Easter hols. I understand that we have a fair amount of people in the Order of the Phoenix, but I also know that my grandfather has more Death Eaters. We're going to need help and if there are students that are properly trained that are willing to fight, I think that we should allow them that. Do I like it, no, but I'm also not stupid enough to think that we'll win a war against my grandfather and his twisted followers with only a handful of people. I would instate the rule that it's only fifth years and above that can fight. My plan will also allow aurors to appear and help us." The room was silent for a few minutes as they considered her words. Harry continued to knead at her neck and Draco held her hand in his, his thumb rubbing along the length of her knuckles. Kingsley was the one who spoke first.
"I don't like it, in fact, I really don't like it, but I agree with your words. Even with the aurors and the Order, we don't have as many people as Voldemort. I don't want kids fighting our battles, but we really don't have much of a choice." Hermione nodded.
"I don't like it anymore that you do but I'm also quite sure that some of them would jump at the chance to fight. Look at the twins or Neville. They would be pissed if they were left out of a fight." Arthur chuckled, although it was a sad one.
"You're right there, they're such terrors that they could probably pull one giant prank and take out half their number." Hermione cocked her head to the side.
"That's an idea that I hadn't considered. I might just see if they'll do that if they're wanting to stay here for the holidays." The Headmaster finally spoke.
"Tell us your plan and we'll see what we can do." Hermione sat forward and linked her hands together. Before she jumped into her explanation, she turned to her father.
"Do you think that you could create a spell that mimics the killing curse in color but really just stuns someone? Maybe put a time limit on it?" Her father's hands were steepled under his chin and he was staring at her. He was silent for a long time before he nodded. Hermione hated not knowing what he was thinking.
"I've already created a spell that does that, at least partly. It mimics that spell perfectly, masking breaths and the pulse, but it only lasts for ten minutes before the person wakes again. They can't be woken early either." Hermione felt her eye brows travel up to her hairline. Her father saw the question in his eyes.
"I use it on raids and such so I don't really have to kill people. We're never there long enough for my 'brothers' to discover my duplicity." There were shocked faces all around, but Hermione's wasn't one of them. She gave him a bright smile as Professor McGonagall spoke.
"That's quite brilliant, Severus. You've been saving lives for years and none of us knew it." Hermione could see that her father was uncomfortable with the woman's words, so she deflected the attention from her father.
"Would you be willing to teach it to me?" He gave a sharp nod before she heaved a deep breath.
"I want this to happen on Easter at the meal. I'll stand and approach the Headmaster before using my father's spell on him. Of course, everyone in the Hall will have to lose their minds, but that will all be part of the show. My father will then call the Dark Lord and he and his followers will apparate in. The anti-apparition wards will have to be dropped, we can blame it on the death of the Headmaster. We're going to tell my grandfather that we want him to come and personally appoint Severus to the post of Headmaster and that we want to summon the aurors and Ministry officials, so we can overthrow all major points in wizarding society in one blow. He's so power hungry he'll buy it.
There will be Order members hiding in the classrooms around the Great Hall, the students that want to fight will be in the Great Hall witnessing everything. At this point, one of us is going to have to kill the snake. Clearly, this will tell my grandfather that we've been less than forthcoming about our loyalties and all hell is going to break loose. Aurors and such will apparate in and I'm quite certain that they'll jump into the fray. The Headmaster will wake up when he wakes up and will be free to fight with us as he sees fit. I do have a feeling that it will have to Harry, Draco, and I that must kill Voldemort. My father's power is astronomical but still not strong enough to defeat him in battle. No offense to the Headmaster but I don't think that your strength and endurance would get you to the end of the confrontation with your life still intact. The combined power of our triad is the only thing that could come close."
The room was silent for a good long while after her plan was outlined. She allowed them to consider her words. Harry and Draco were both silent and still next to her and in that moment, she felt terrible for not telling them her plan first. She should have. The last thing that they deserved was to be blindsided by the fact that they were going to have to personally kill the darkest wizard in centuries. Her father was now tapping his chin with his forefinger, eyes narrowed and calculating. Sirius and Remus were both comical in the fact that their jaws were hanging open slightly at her words. Kingsley, Arthur, and Moody were all silent and still as they considered her words. Professor Dumbledore didn't look like he was too enamored with the plan, but Hermione didn't expect him to speak out against it. It was Professor McGonagall that broke the silence almost ten minutes later.
"Fuck me, it's an absolutely insane plan but I say we go for it. Let's end this war before anymore innocent people have to die at the hands of those monsters." Hermione wanted to giggle at her Head of House's words. She refrained, however, as the others began to speak.
The conversation went on for another hour, discussing the pros and cons of the idea at hand. Everyone seemed to have accepted her idea and were now trying to fine tune it, so it wouldn't seem like such a cluster fuck. Hermione didn't mind; the better the plan was at the beginning, hopefully the better it would play out.
The dismissal came shortly after they had talked the plan to death. Hermione was thankful. She was tired from her day of classes and then dealing with planning her grandfather's demise. As she allowed Harry and Draco to pull her to her feet and out of the door, she heard the Headmaster tell her father to go to Voldemort and set up a meeting with Hermione, so they could get the plan rolling. She rolled her eyes at the Headmaster's actions. Even though he hated the plan, he had to be in charge.
Her boys pulled her through the now empty corridors. It wasn't quite curfew, but it was close. Hermione was never more thankful that she had done all her homework in the library earlier that day, so she wouldn't have to worry about it now. When they reached the Room of Requirement, Harry paced the corridor, the door revealing itself once he was done. Hermione dropped her things to the floor by the door and began to strip. She could hear the boys behind her doing the same thing.
The Gryffindor managed to strip down to her oxford and her knickers before she made it to the bathroom. She performed her nightly ablutions, washing her face, brushing her teeth and hair. Once she was finished, she left to make her way to the bed. That didn't happen, however, since both her boys were now naked and waiting to ambush her when she came out.
Harry rushed her, his mouth finding hers as he drew her into his arms. His tongue was tasting every inch of her mouth, dominating her even in a small way such as this. His hands found the buttons of her oxford and began to undo them while she whimpered into his bruising kiss. She felt Draco press himself to her back and his hands trailed down her sides until he found her knickers. With practiced ease, he shoved them down to where they lay tangled in her ankles.
Harry's hands were shoving her shirt back enough to expose her breasts, his fingers finding their peaks, so he could tease them. Hermione felt them pebble under his ministrations, earning her a small groan. She could feel her pussy growing wetter; her liquid desire was now starting to trickle down her thighs. It was slightly embarrassing that it didn't take her anything at all to make her this wet.
Hermione gasped when she felt Draco sheath himself in her hot, wet, sleeve, clear to the hilt. Harry smirked into her mouth as Draco gripped her hips firmly in his hands and began to move within her. Harry continued to tweak her nipples, flicking them roughly from time to time. Hermione could do nothing but try to keep her balance by holding onto Harry's shoulders.
Suddenly, Harry wasn't there anymore. She was forced to lean forward and brace herself against the bedpost while Draco continued to drive into her like a man possessed. At the feel of a tongue on her pussy, she realized that Harry hadn't left, just dropped to his knees to tease her further. His tongue was tasting every inch of her womanly core while Draco fucked her behind. It was one of the sexiest things that Hermione had ever considered being done to her.
Hermione felt teeth clamp down on her shoulder and the pain mixed with the continuous pressure on her clit and Draco hitting her sweet spot with every manic thrust. Hermione couldn't control it. She lost control and fell over the edge and into bliss. Her cries were loud, and she could feel herself clenching around Draco's massive cock. Harry continued to lick her, tasting every drop she had to offer. After almost a minute, Hermione had to reach down and wrench Harry's head away from her; her pleasure pearl was far too sensitive.
Draco came with a roar behind her, the sound even louder since his teeth were still buried in her shoulder. She felt the hot fluid spurt inside her, painting her with his seed. He finally released her shoulder and pulled out to leave a trickle of their combined fluids to trail down her thigh. Harry seemed to realize that her legs wouldn't hold her because he pulled her down to her knees.
Hermione knew instantly what he wanted, and she wanted to give it to him. On all fours, she bent over and took his huge cock in her mouth as far as she could. Her tongue swirled around the head, tasting the salty fluid that beaded at the tip. She began to work him with her mouth, up and down, tongue sliding along the bottom of his prick. She only started a little when she felt Draco's tongue on her pussy again, licking her softly, but thoroughly.
It was extremely hard to concentrate when Draco began pumping his fingers inside her, filling her again. First one finger, then two, and finally three. It was extremely dirty, but she almost came again when she felt his tongue probe at her back entrance. Harry's hands were buried in her hair, pulling her down on his cock further and further, talking dirty to her as she serviced him. Draco pushed his tongue inside her and she couldn't help the moan that escaped her lips.
Harry began fucking her mouth faster and Draco pumped his fingers inside her faster and harder, making her reach her orgasm quicker. Hermione was determined to wait until Harry had came before she allowed herself another orgasm. This wasn't meant to be, however. She exploded again, and Hermione felt the flood of fluid wash over Draco's fingers. Her moans seemed to send Harry over the edge. Seed shot from the head of his cock to the back of her throat and Hermione swallowed it down quickly.
His cock started softening but Hermione continued to lick him, making sure that he was clean and not a single drop of his cum remained. Once he was completely soft again, Hermione pulled away, so she could lay down on the floor next to him. No words were spoken for several minutes, in fact, she had almost fallen asleep when she felt Draco licking her pussy again. Hermione gasped when he hit her nub and Harry smirked at her reaction.
The next second, Draco was gone from between her legs and pulling her to her feet. Once she was upright, he picked her up and tossed her onto the bed before bending to lap at her pussy again. Her hands found his hair, trying to pull him off her. He shook her off as he spoke.
"I didn't get to taste your honey, Princess. I'm going to make you cum again." Hermione whimpered.
"I can't, I know I can't." His tongue was working over her again. She couldn't stop the whimper that came from her lips.
"You can, and you will." Harry started tweaking her nipples with his thumbs and forefingers. Hermione groaned now. Harry chuckled as he took one of her tight peaks in his mouth.
"When he's done with you, I'm going again. We're going to see how many times this sweet little body will explode for us. We just might lick you all night long and there is not a thing that you can do about it but absorb the pleasure."
Since Hermione was so sensitive already, it didn't take long for her to orgasm again. She soaked Draco's face and he continued to lap at her, savoring every lick. When he finished and moved over for Harry to take over, Hermione couldn't help the small thrill of anticipation.
"It's my turn. Let's see that pretty little cunt of yours spasm from my tongue." Hermione shivered at his words.
It was going to be a long night.
-O-
Severus strode up the gravel drive to Malfoy Manor. He needed a private audience with his grandfather to set up a time for Hermione to come and see him to discuss her plans with him. His boots crunched beneath him, steadying his thoughts so he could protect them properly.
The front door swung open and Mipsy appeared, tremulous smile on her face. It was clear that she was bleeding from her between her ears, probably from a stray hex that had come from one of his "brothers". With a sigh, knowing that his daughter would have his head if he didn't help the tiny elf, he waved his wand at her head, healing the cut there. The elf smiled brightly at him and gestured for him to make his way to the drawing room.
Severus steeled himself and entered the room. His father was sitting in his throne, his snake curled at his feet. Lucius and Narcissa were seated on one of the couches that lined the wall. Thoros Nott was fucking a girl that couldn't have been more than eighteen on the floor in front of the Dark Lord. It was clear that the sex was consensual since the girl was moaning and had her ankles wrapped tightly around the man's waist. His father was watching them closely, calling out encouragement as they continued to fuck.
Severus stood there and waited for Nott to finish his deed. Narcissa looked slightly sickened at the sight of what was happening on her drawing room floor, but she remained silent. Lucius watched with a slight smirk on his face, clearly enjoying the scene before him but not stupid enough to interrupt. Severus simply found it distasteful. He loved doing dark and dirty things to witches that were considered to be good girls, but he had never been the type to share or want an audience. He was oft made fun of for this lack of sharing, but he just ignored his fellow Death Eater's words.
Once Nott had made the girl scream her pleasure, he pulled out of her and shot his load all over her face. She licked his cock clean, naked and a complete mess, until the Dark Lord ordered her to go entertain some of his other members in other rooms. When he finally turned his attention to his son, the Dark Lord gave a semblance of a smile.
"What bringsss you here, Severusss?" He dipped his head in deference to his father before speaking.
"My daughter has decided on a plan for ridding us of the old fool. I believe that she wants to meet with you. She asked me to come to you and see what time works for you." His father started cackling and Nagini coiled himself even tighter around his master.
"That'sss wonderful newsss, Severus. Have you heard her plan?" Severus shook his head.
"No, she hasn't told me yet. I think that she wants your opinion first." His father nodded his head, quite pleased.
"Bring her in three dayssss time. We will talk, the three of usss. Her matesss may come but they are not required." The Slytherin bowed his head in understanding.
"Yes, father, I'll bring her then. Is there anything you need of me before then?" The Dark Lord shook his head.
"No, Severusss, jussst keep her sssafe. The Headmassster would love to take her out of the picture." He nodded again.
"She is my first priority." His father gave him an approving nod.
"I shall sssee you then." Severus knew that this was his dismissal, so he turned on his heel and left the drawing room only to find the same girl fucking Amycus Carrow in the corridor. This time she was pressed up against the wall with several Death Eaters cheering them on and calling out when their turns would be. Severus paid them no mind and continued his way out of the Manor.
He left the grounds of Malfoy Manor quickly; after reaching the gate, he apparated away to the gates of Hogwarts. Sometimes, Severus really wished that the Headmaster wasn't such a prick and would allow him to apparate into his quarters but there was nothing for it now. He traversed the grounds quickly, eager to be in his quarters and then his bed.
His thoughts went to his daughter's plans. Severus hated it, but he was honest enough to admit that it was their best choice. He didn't want to have the final confrontation being at Hogwarts where students would get injured, but Hermione had been correct when she had said that they would need all the help that they could get. He didn't agree for a moment that children should be fighting a war, but the fact remained that there just wasn't anyone else that would help.
Therefore, they would have to do their best to end the war on Easter day. He knew that his daughter was more powerful than his father, especially when her magic was bolstered by their triad, but his father had many, many years of experience in fighting and killing. All it would take to end Severus' world would be for something to happen to his daughter. He really didn't think that Potter or Draco would fare well either if she were to die.
After trekking through the castle, he entered his quarters and began stripping off his clothes. He really wanted a fire whiskey, but he wasn't going to stay awake long enough to have one. His mind was still on Hermione and her plan and he could only hope that it wasn't going to keep him awake. None of the others seemed too thrilled about her plan either but they had all agreed that it was the best that they had at the moment.
Severus fell into bed and pulled the duvet up over him. Tomorrow he was going to have to tell Hermione that in three days' time she was going to meet with her grandfather to explain her grand plan. He could only hope that his father was blind enough to accept it without demanding changes.
With a deep sigh, Severus closed his eyes, worked on clearing his mind so he wouldn't dream, and let himself drift off to sleep.
A/N- Here we are, another chapter down. Once again, I apologize for this chapter taking so long. For people out there looking for a good story, I suggest you try Harry Potter & the Soulmate Bond. It's not on , but at www. kieramarcos. com. (The website doesn't have spaces, I had to add them so it would let me post it on fanfiction.) I'm not all the way done with it, but it's good so far. It's also a Harmony story with a total badass Harry. Give it a try if that's your thing. Leave me your thoughts, they're like chocolate and whiskey shots.
Next chapter, meeting with gramps and clueing in their friends.
Love,
Alicia