Driven

Disclaimer: I do not own the world of Harry Potter, but Blessings to JKR for creating it

A/N: The first part of this chapter is yet another flashback. It will contain slash and a graphic sexual situation between multiple characters. You have been warned; if this makes you uncomfortable please skip the flashback (scroll to the second set of stars).


Chapter 11: Decisions While in Mourning

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Cissa Malfoy and Tia Zabini hurried along Diagon Alley, they had their inner arms linked and their outer arms were laden down with purchases. Their heads were together and they were giggling like the schoolgirls that they no longer were.

It had been a very exciting year for the two girls; they had graduated from Hogwarts, and had each been married shortly thereafter. Though arranged marriages had once been something they dreaded, their parents’ choices for them had been inspired.

Cissa and Tia had been best friends since their first year at school; they were dorm mates and had bonded instantly in spite of their vastly different backgrounds and cultures.

Lucius Malfoy and Giovanni Zabini had been in their fourth year when their counterparts had been sorted. They were well on their way to being legends [in their own minds] and took no notice of two scrawny first years.

The firsties had certainly noticed them though, and they began to plot. They managed to cause all sorts of mischief in their quest for attention. They earned the boys respect as fellow slytherins but were treated like younger sisters; until their fourth year, the boys last year at school.

Scrawny was no longer an appropriate adjective to describe either Cissa, or Tia. They had both grown several inches over the summer and were sporting some interesting new curves. When they stuck their heads into the prefects compartment to greet Luc and Vanni as they had started calling them the boys jaws had dropped into their laps though they quickly regained their cool facades.

That Christmas their parents had revealed their intendeds, much screaming had ensued when the two girls arrived back at school. They had already started dating the two boys and this was just an affirmation of their parents’ approval.

Today, almost four years later they were on their way to Malfoy Manor with big news, they were both pregnant, no more than a month apart. They had both been feeling odd but didn’t think anything of it until did the math together at lunch that day. A quick trip to the apothecary had confirmed it.

“Who d’you think’s going to pass out first Cissa, or d’you think they’ll have simultaneous heart attacks.” Tia gasped out before lapsing into another fit of giggles.

“Probably. They do everything else together but shite, so it’s only fitting.” Cissa said trying to be deadpan even though her lips were twitching.

They flooed to Malfoy Manor from the Leaky Cauldron, as they were no longer allowed to apparate and dusted themselves off after handing their purchases to the elves waiting in the foyer. “Is Master Malfoy in, Dobby,” Cissa asked the young elf.

“Yes Mistress, Master is in the study with Mister Zabini,” Dobby said bowing deeply bringing his bulbous nose into contact with the stone floor.

They handed their cloaks to yet another set of elves, re-linked their arms and headed down the hallway to break the news to their husbands. They fully expected that after the already mentioned heart attacks that the men would pat each other on the back and applaud their respective manly attributes. The girls wanted to do some applauding of their own but they planned to do that privately.

Cissa stopped just short of the study door and placed her hand on Tia’s shoulder to bring her to a halt. She had heard the men in the study and something in her husband’s tone of voice gave her pause.

“They’re going to be home soon Luc.” Vanni said, placing his hand on Lucius’ chest in an attempt to halt his advances. He was very familiar with the look in his best friend and lover’s eyes. If he got started now they’d be at it for hours.

“They’re out shopping. The first shopping trip we’ve allowed them since we put them on shorter financial leashes. Relax, love they’ll be gone all day,” Lucius said backing Giovanni slowly into the wall, threading his fingers into his hair and nuzzling his neck. “Merlin you smell good,” touching the sensitive spot behind his ear with his tongue, “and taste good. I need to touch you; it’s been weeks, practically forever.”

Giovanni grabbed Lucius by the nape of the neck and mashed their lips together. “We need to hurry they could walk in any minute,” Giovanni panted fumbling with the buttons on Lucius’ shirt. “Bugger this,” he said grabbing his wand, “Divesto,” he muttered flinging his wand aside when they were both naked.

Lucius took charge of the situation, turning the object of his steadily increasing lust around to face the wall and muttering a charm under his breath before tossing his own wand aside. He leaned forward and began nibbling his way along Giovanni’s hairline, slowly running his hands up his back, over his shoulders and down his arms briefly tangling their fingers together before resting his hands on his hips.

He thrust home on a mutual grunt, “What makes you think they don’t already know,” he panted out, punctuating each word with a stroke of his hips. “They’re both quite bright you know,” he said wrapping one hand around the base of Vanni’s erection, sliding every so slowly upward and rubbing his thumb over the leaking tip. A ragged moan was his reward.

He matched his strokes to his thrusts, maintaining a steady pace, until he started to loose control, slamming into him while wrapping one arm around his upper body so he wouldn’t be crushed against the wall. They came together on a yell and stood together breathing raggedly while they waited for their hearts to slow down.

Lucius withdrew and bent down to pick up his wand so he could clean up the spectacular mess they had made. He stood quickly when he heard Giovanni whisper “Bloody hell.”

When he saw the cause of his friend’s exclamation he had one of his own, “Merry sodding Christmas.” Locked in a rather heated embrace in the doorway of the library were their wives. They seemed to be doing a rather thorough oral and physical examination of each other. It was the stuff of male fantasies and something they had been begging for, for years.

Giovanni cleared his throat and the two women who were rapidly losing articles of clothing, slowly pulled apart and looked over at their husbands. Their eyes were darkened with lust and their lips were kiss swollen. They linked hands and walked into the room stopping in front of the men and placing their free hands on their chests.

“Did you know that,” Cissa began, “women who are pregnant”, in unison, “are extremely randy,” Tia finished. The newly aroused men were struck momentarily speechless before they both managed to squeak out, “pregnant?”

“Yes dear we are.” Cissa said taking her husband by the hand and leading him from the room, the other couple following along, “and to answer your question. Yes, we have known for years.”

“The visual evidence is much more stimulating than our verbal fantasies though,” giggled Tia.

The four ensconced themselves in the master suite for quite some time and had quite a celebration [read: orgy].
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Antonia stood on the balcony of the Zabini villa on their private island near Crete overlooking the Mediterranean. She watched the sun come up as she sipped her coffee and remembered fondly the day she found out she was pregnant with her son.

They had been young and in love and none of them had been aware of the darkness that would begin less than two years later. She was married to Giovanni but they were truly four people involved in the relationship. It had nearly torn them apart when Lucius decided to take the Dark Mark. She had never seen the two men fight like that.

She and Narcissa had clung to each other for support while their husbands yelled and hexed and hit at one another before finally agreeing to disagree for the sake of their unconventional family. They both had to do what they saw fit to protect their children.

Antonia felt movement behind her and set her cup down on the railing before turning. Her face lit up, “Lucius,” she said throwing her arms around him. She stopped smiling as she pulled back and looked at his somber expression, not the cold mask he affected in the public eye, but pinched grief. “What….” She asked looking into his red rimmed eyes.

He gathered her too him, as familiar with the woman in his arms as he was with his own wife. He spoke softly to her catching her as her knees gave out and she wailed, “Noooooooo….”

He sat on the chaise and cradled her in his arms, rocking her as the sobs racked her body, not realizing that he had begun to cry again himself until he felt her swiping at his tears. They were still sitting there when he heard Narcissa calling to them. She rushed through the door and flung herself into their arms. Lucius looked up and nodded at Severus in silent thanks for bringing her to them.
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“We need to go now baby,” Draco said quietly to Blaise, “your Mum is going to need you and we need to figure out how to keep you both safe.”

“Does he know Drake,” Hermione asked.

Draco nodded as she slowly pulled herself to her feet wincing at the effort. “I need to report in then, I’m sure the Order can help,” she said heading for the bedroom since she was wearing only a t-shirt.

The boys stopped her at the door. “I’m not letting you out of my sight Mione. We’ll all go there first on the way to the villa.”

She made an impatient sound, “I am perfectly fine, just a little sore. No one there will let him anywhere near me. Besides you don’t need me in the way in Italy, this is a family matter.”

“Cara Mia,” Blaise said brushing his knuckles against her cheek, his eyes still shining with unshed tears, “you are part of this family now. I do need you, please stay with me.”

Her eyes filled as she looked at the two of them, one light, one dark, though opposite in personality. “Okay,” she said placing a hand on both of their chests, “we’ll do this together.”

Once Blaise and Hermione were dressed they all set out and walked to the Leaky Cauldron so they could floo to Grimauld Place. It had taken too much out of Hermione to apparate back in the first place.

She stopped inside the foyer suddenly filled with apprehension, and the boys each placed a hand on her arms reassuringly. They would be damned if anyone else would ever lay a hand on her.

Harry walked into the room, “He’s not here Mione. Are you alright?” He said placing a hand on either side of her face and glancing wearily at her companions.

“I’m sore Harry, but I’ll be fine. That’s not why we’re here though. Harry, Voldemort killed Blaise’s father last night. We need to come up with a way to keep him and his Mum safe.” Hermione explained.

“I’m sorry mate,” Harry said sincerely, “go into the kitchen and I’ll round everyone up.”

A short while later after a hurried discussion Remus stood at the head of the table and said, “Well young man you only have two options here as far as I can see. You can become a spy like your friend Draco here, throw yourself at the feet of the Beast, pledge your false allegiance, and beg him to spare you and your Mum. Or, you and your Mum can go into hiding until the end of the war. I understand what your father’s beliefs were and we will help you either way.”

Blaise stood up and walked over to the fireplace staring into the flames. When he turned around he looked much older than his seventeen years. He glanced at the two people he loved before addressing the group. “I loved my father, and I understand why he did what he did. That doesn’t mean I agree with him. I am going to fight this monster with you, and Gods willing I will be able to protect everyone I love in the process.”

Hermione and Draco stood by him as he was sworn into the Order, then the three of them flooed to the Villa in Italy. Hermione stood beside Snape as the boys comforted their mothers. Snape looked down at her noting the bruise on her cheek, “Miss Granger,” he said with slightly less bite than usual.

“Professor,” she replied quietly, swaying slightly as the day took its toll on her. Severus noted this and gently took her by the arm leading her into the coolness of the living room and directing her to sit on the couch. Squatting down in front of her he inquired, “Are you injured?”

She laughed slightly leaning her head against the back of the couch, eyelids drooping, “it’s a rather long story Sir, but the edited version is that the Golden Trio is in a sorry state and your assessment of Ronald Weasley’s intelligence and common sense is dead accurate.”

“Perhaps you would care to elaborate,” he started, “when you wake up.” He finished realizing she had drifted off to sleep. He went back to the balcony hearing a heated argument coming from that direction.

“Mother, this is my decision. I am the man of the house now, I am of age, and I refuse to hide in a hole like a coward.” Blaise said in a raised voice, he would not dishonor his mother by yelling at her.

“Then your father died for nothing,” Antonia sobbed.

“No Mother, he died for his beliefs. His beliefs, not mine. I will avenge him, and I will protect what is mine.” He said effectively ending the discussion.

“Boys, who is the girl you brought with you,” Narcissa asked changing the subject.

They looked at each other and stood as they realized she was no longer next to Severus.

“Miss Granger is sleeping on the couch, she was quite obviously exhausted and in pain.” Snape said.

“Hermione Granger!” Lucius roared, “Why in Merlin’s name would you bring her here.”

“We’re in love with her Father,” Draco said softly, “and she was attacked last night because of our relationship. I refuse to leave her unattended.” He finished leaving the balcony, followed by Blaise to check on her.

“Who is she Luc,” Antonia asked.

“She is one of Harry Potter’s dearest friends. That alone makes her a target for Lord Voldemort. She is also a very powerful young Muggle born witch.” Lucius explained running a hand through his hair.

“Lucius, Narcissa, Antonia, I think it is time to explain a few things to you.” Snape said moving to stand before them.

Snape knew that the real reason Lucius had take the Mark was to protect his family, and it was time to tell his old friend everything. He explained why and when he had become a spy. He told them the truth behind Dumbledore’s death and Draco’s decision.
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When Hermione woke up she was in a massive four poster bed, opposite another balcony. A warm breeze wafted in through the open doors and the sun was low in the sky. She started to sit up but was hindered by heavy arms draped across her from either side.

Realizing she was awake the boys snuggled in closer and began synchronized nuzzling. She giggled as her now very empty stomach started to rumble. “Right you lot, why’d you let me sleep all day?”

“We’ve been sleeping too, we were all exhausted Mya. Draco and I have to leave with Lucius and Snape in a few hours. You’re going to stay here with our Mums and rest. But first we all need to eat something.” Blaise said.

“Go where?” Hermione asked.

Blaise got out of the bed and walked to the bedroom door, calling for some elves to bring up three trays. Draco pulled the covers back and set about checking Hermione’s injuries while placing kisses on each and every bruise.

“Go where?” Hermione repeated.

Blaise crawled back onto the bed and stretched out on his side next to Hermione halting her continued attempts to sit up. He nuzzled her neck, trailing his tongue along the shell of her ear before sucking the lobe into his mouth causing her to shiver. Draco meanwhile had settled on his elbows between her knees and was slowly pushing her borrowed dressing gown up her thighs.

“Go…. Um Oh Gods! Where?” she gasped. Whoever had changed her had divested her of her knickers in the process and she felt Draco’s breath on her chestnut curls as he pulled her legs up and over his shoulders. She yelped in surprise and Blaise whispered in her ear, “You’ll like this Mya.”

Draco grinned lasciviously at her as he parted her with his thumbs and lowered his head thrusting his tongue inside her without pretense. She bucked even farther off the bed as he withdrew his tongue and licked slowly from bottom to top circling her clit before delving back in.

Blaise had somehow managed to get her nightie the rest of the way off without her even noticing and was paying homage to her nipples. She couldn’t think and was alternating between groaning and mewling sounds while gripping the sheets for dear life. They worked her so well in tandem that it was only moments before she shattered on a scream.

The boys rapidly undressed and Blaise sat back against the headboard, coaxing Hermione to sit up and turn to him. “Just like last night now,” he said quietly getting her settled into a rhythm before nodding at Draco over her shoulder.

She felt Draco move up behind her, felt his erection pressed against her back and his mouth moving on her shoulder. His hand ran down the front of her stopping to tweak a nipple before dipping into the place where she and Blaise met and gathering her moisture on his fingers.

He removed his hand and she felt him pull back slightly. She was unprepared for his finger pushing past her puckered ring of muscle before pushing deep into her and she tried to pull away, impaling herself further on Blaise. ‘You knew this was coming,’ she thought to herself, ‘relax.’

Draco pushed another finger into her and her internal pep talk didn’t prevent her from shaking with over stimulation. Blaise was running his hands through her hair and placing kisses all over her face trying to calm her. Draco used his wand to cast a lubrication charm and tossed it aside.

Slowly removing his fingers he placed the head of his erection at her opening and started slowly pushing in. She groaned and tried to crawl up Blaise’s body, this was not like the pain she had experience when she lost her virginity. This was a slow burn and unbearable stretch.

Blaise wrapped his arms around her to hold her in place whispering words of encouragement in her ear. Once Draco was all the way in, he slid back out and started over again knowing she would feel better if he kept moving.

She let out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding and rested her head on Blaise’s chest. She found she didn’t have to move much they were doing all the work. It was intense feeling them both inside her sliding against one another with only a paper thin layer of skin separating them.

Finally relaxing into it Hermione leaned back against Draco and turned her head to capture his lips in a searing kiss. Blaise moaned and grabbed her chin claiming her mouth, before reaching around her and grabbing Draco by the back of the neck and pulling him forward sandwiching her between them.

She looked up and shivered seeing them kiss for the first time, she was getting close and this was pushing her over the edge. The boys looked down and could tell by her eyes that she was close so they picked up the pace. They each latched on to a side of her neck while Draco reached around and found her clit.

It was too much she was flying apart exploding into millions of shiny little pieces. She could vaguely hear herself screaming wantonly but there was nothing she could do about it. She was squeezing them so tightly that they couldn’t hold back and jerked into her spilling themselves.

She thought she must have blacked out because when she opened her eyes she was on her side facing Draco now and spooned up against Blaise, her heart was still pounding and she was sore in some very interesting places, but her stomach was now protesting in earnest and giving the boys a good laugh.

Draco stood up and walked to the door buck naked and opened it rolling a table laden with food on warming trays into the room and out onto the balcony. Once they were semi clothed, seated at the table and the boys had mouths full of food Hermione restated her question, “Where. Are. You. Going?”

They looked at each other and back down at the table chewing in silence. Hermione finished her food and stood. She walked back into the bedroom and found a robe that matched her nightgown draped over a chaise. She wrapped herself in it and walked out of the room barefoot slamming the door behind her. Scanning the hallway she discovered she was across from a curved stairway and headed down in search of their mothers, finding them in the living room right off the stairs.

Narcissa and Antonia looked up as she entered grinning at her state of undress and snickering at her mussed hair and numerous love bites. Hermione walked over to them extending her hand to one then the other with out an ounce of self consciousness. “Mrs. Malfoy, Mrs. Zabini, my name is Hermione Granger, I’m dating your sons. They seem to be planning a field trip later this evening and are rather reluctant to tell me about it. Would you happen to know where they are going?”

Blaise and Draco skidded to a halt in the entryway dressed haphazardly and found Hermione situated on the couch being doted upon by their mothers. They had tucked a blanket around her bare legs and glared at their sons as they entered the room. “Tell her,” Narcissa ground out.

Draco and Blaise crossed the room and knelt in front of Hermione each taking one of her hands in theirs. “I think you know love. We have to take Blaise to Voldemort before he calls for us,” Draco said quietly.

“Don’t you think you should wait for him to cool off, and what if something goes wrong? This whole spy thing sounded like a good idea at the time but….” Hermione babbled. Her eyes suddenly filled with tears and she didn’t want them to see her cry again so she pushed them away and ran out onto the beach. She stopped at the water’s edge wrapping her arms around herself and staring out at the sunset, tears rolling down her cheeks.

Strong arms wrapped around her from behind. “Non gridi il mio amore che sia fine.” Blaise whispered into her ear, turning her in his arms so he could wipe the tears from her cheeks. She looked up at him questioningly. “I said don’t cry my love I will be fine.”

“Don’t go.” Hermione choked out on a fresh wave of tears, mentally berating herself for her weakness. Blaise drew her closer and murmured, “I have to go Mya, and you know that. Stay here and get to know our mothers the three of you can keep each other company. Think of it as a stolen vacation.”

Draco stepped up beside them and told them that he had flooed Arthur to make excuses for them at work. He put his arms around both of them and whispered into Hermione’s hair, “I love you Mione.” She gasped, it was the first time he had come out and said it like that.

She looked up at them and placed a hand on each of their cheeks, “I love you both. You had better damn well come back to me in one piece,” giving them each a firm pat. They were relieved to see a bit of fire come back into her eyes.

They all stood there on the beach wrapped in each others arms until the sun went down and the first stars started to peek out. They were all silently wondering if they would ever again get the opportunity to watch a sunset together.