Pilfered Progeny - Stolen Dreams

Several days passed with regular humdrum business, and Hermione saw no reason to contact Tonks again, though she did receive a message from her when at home to proceed with process for Zabini. She did so, applying herself with full concentration, intent upon ensuring that at least Damitri Zabini and his pretty little Terry would have reason to celebrate… it was the least she could do to make up for all the pain she had caused people lately.



She spent a very lonely weekend in her house alone, feeling horrible but not too sorry for herself. She was sure that she deserved all the misery she was feeling. She actually spent most of it partially drunk… though it really didn\'t help. The more she drank, the more she missed her husband and wanted his touch… and she missed the happy lighthearted and carefree laughter of her husband and daughter playing all around the house. Even the backyard and garden weren\'t any solace; she could almost see them playing keep-away as they flew about the yard on brooms, or working out in the garden… It was her husband and daughter that made this place a home… without it… it felt like an empty cave…She was so relieved when Monday finally arrived that she went to work nearly three hours early. She didn\'t think of her child or husband while she was working, she could focus on just what was in front of her… She stopped in her own office to check for mail and really wasn\'t surprised to see a letter on her desk from Pansy. She hesitated, and then opened it to see what it was. The note inside was rather benign, telling her that they needed to meet this afternoon directly after lunch to discuss business. Hermione immediately jotted a quick note on it, and then sent it by owl to Tonks to let her know what was happening.



She buried herself in work until lunch, not paying attention to anything except trying to ensure that at least seven or eight eggs were prepared for the Zabini visit in two days. Four of the eggs had shown very positive results and had already begun cell division… Lunchtime arrived far too soon. She slipped out to the little Zen garden alone; very few people ever came out here at lunch. She sat on the bench hidden from the rest of the building to wait for Tonks to arrive.



She wasn\'t waiting for very long; Tonks apparated into the garden close to her with Harry\'s cloak draped over her arm. Hermione rose to her feet. "I\'m to meet her in her office in about five more minutes… it\'s at the end of the hall with the glass doors to the right…"



Tonks handed her the cloak. "Anything I should know..? That only you would be privy to…?"



"The name of Angel\'s mother was Tara, and her bonded partner was Melissa… and we\'re down to only two samples of

Draco\'s remaining, and three of Harry\'s now…" she said, trying to think of what Pansy might discuss. "She wants more, but this time she wants it from Ron and Blaise too… and… we have eight total donors at the moment in her special stock…"



Tonks slipped a small bud into her ear; once she had it settled in place it was invisible. She then handed one to Hermione. "Put this in your ear. With this you\'ll be able to hear me and talk to me…" she slipped a small box under her top, settling it between her breasts, hidden safely from sight. She handed a second one to Hermione, who looked at it, rather surprised.



Tonks grinned at her. "Harry\'s not the only one taking advantage of muggle technology… I\'ve a friend in America who\'s a muggle Crime Scene Investigation agent; she\'s very good and gives me all kinds of ideas. If we get hold of Pansy\'s computer I may send for her to come and break into it…"



"Very clever…" Hermione smiled faintly. "Pansy depends almost totally upon wizarding tools; she doesn\'t think much about muggle technology. She uses the computer, but that\'s about all… what is it you want me to do…?"



Tonks considered a moment. "Put on the cloak and stay in the lab if you like; you know where you can be and not get bumped into, correct…?" Hermione nodded, sweeping the cloak about her and vanishing from sight. Tonks assumed Hermione\'s form; her pink hair lengthened and turned into wavy brown hair, eyes changing, face morphing to be a reflection of Hermione\'s features. "There… how do I look…?"



"Much too well rested…" came Hermione\'s voice from nowhere. "Other than that, it\'s like looking in a mirror…"



"Good… let\'s go."



Hermione checked to ensure that not even her feet were showing outside the cloak then she slipped off her shoes and carried them to ensure that she made no noise as she hurried off after her.



**Author\'s note: Anytime in the following chapters when Tonks is disguised as

Hermione, this will be noted by naming her Tonks/Hermione to eliminate

confusion.



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Pansy was seated at her marble-topped desk in her opulent office, frowning in concentration when Tonks/Hermione came in. She glanced at her a moment then waved her to a seat as she continued to compose a letter. A large barn owl sat perched on the mantle, clicking its beak in irritation and impatience, its feathers fluffed out away from its body.



Tonks/Hermione sat down, crossing her legs, waiting for Pansy to finish. Parkinson affixed the note to the owl\'s leg and the creature launched immediately off the mantle and out the open window. She sighed and looked at Tonks/Hermione with only a slight lessening of her frown. She gestured to the door and it closed, and she set a silencing as well as a locking spell upon the door before she began to speak. "Orders just keep coming in…" she said, and then scowled slightly at the brown-haired young woman. "You know, Hermione; I find it highly inconvenient that you picked this month to go and have a fight with your husband. If I didn\'t know better, I\'d say you planned it this way… I take it you still haven\'t made up with him…?"



"No; he\'s still staying with Charlie…" Tonks/Hermione answered simply. "I\'m hoping he\'ll come home soon; I really miss little Rose…"



"Go make up with him." She suggested, voice a soft growl.



Tonks/Hermione responded with a pout on her face. "He won\'t even speak to me; I\'ve tried…"



"Try HARDER. Grovel at his feet if you must. Do whatever it takes, but make up with him. We need him. Play on his weaknesses; I know you can get to him through your daughter." She said, her eyes narrow.



"I\'ll try more tonight, but… well; he\'s not even talking to me at all. He sends Blaise or Charlie to talk to me for him…"



"Lovely. Another question; do you see much of Draco and Potter…?" she asked, sitting back in her chair.



"Yes; I\'m supposed to have dinner with them this weekend…"



"Oh, perfect. I just got five orders for Potter." Pansy smirked.



*But we only have three samples…* Hermione told her in her earpiece and Tonks/Hermione immediately put that

information to use. "But we only have three samples, Pansy…"



Her smile widened. "I know that much better than you do. And I\'m tired of being the only one in our partnership who does the gathering of the samples. It\'s your turn; YOU\'RE going to get us some more."



*What..?!*



Tonks/Hermione looked flabbergasted. "What…?"



"And you used to be the brightest witch in our year…" she said with a sneer. "Oh, come off it, Hermione. It\'s not as if you\'ve never harvested anything before. We NEED it; each sample is 50 thousand galleons, and there were hints of more orders coming…"



Tonks/Hermione shook her head slightly. "But… but Draco… I know he won\'t… the loss of Andie…"



Pansy sighed, waving her hand dismissively. "I can\'t change the past…" she sighed, leaving Tonks/Hermione guessing at what exactly that statement meant. She didn\'t seem to intend to explain it at this time. "So… Your main job is to focus on Potter; we need to get him back in stock."



"How exactly do you propose I do that…? Harry and I haven\'t ever been intimate." Tonks/Hermione said.



*Harry has always been faithful to Draco…* Hermione assured.



"Really…? Humph. Guess all those rumors in Hogwarts were just trash… well, you could simply put him to sleep." Pansy smiled sweetly. "You know the spell to use to collect…"



"I\'ve never used it." She responded. "I still don\'t see how I\'m supposed to get close to him… he loves Draco and Draco loves him…"



"You\'re a clever witch, Hermione; I\'m sure you can figure out a way to get close to them. You\'re good at charms; put them to sleep with a spell. Use a sleeping potion in their drink. I don\'t care what you do; drug them both if you must. We can always use more Malfoy. We\'re nearly out of him as well…"



*She\'s never suggested drugging them before…* Hermione told her, sounding worried. Pansy was escalating things…



"You have two weeks to deliver, Hermione… and just think; you\'ll have more money than I\'ve ever shared with you before…"



"Harry Potter can\'t be the only one that the customers are interested in, surely…"



*We have eight all together.* Hermione reminded.



"…after all, we have seven others..."



"Ten." Pansy corrected with a smirk, twirling her wand in her fingertips.



"Ten…? But how…? I haven\'t gotten any…"



"If I depended upon you, Weasley, I\'d never have had enough to even be in business." She smirked. "I had myself a bit of a party last night." She informed, looking like the cat that ate the canary. "They left me their \'donations\' before they left… Your husband will be number eleven. We must keep a diverse pool for the customers to choose from."



"But then… who…?"



"So interested in all the little details now, Hermione…? That\'s rather refreshing… or I could say it\'s rather disturbing. You didn\'t want anything to do with any of this last week." She said, eyeing her closely.



Tonks/Hermione looked away. "Well… I might be a single witch soon… The only income I\'ll have is from this job, and it\'s not half enough, even if Ron gets to keep Rosie… I figure I need to keep my options open…"



"You should have done that a long time ago… he gets you a kid and then jets off to go play… I know you used to think you cared for him, but seriously, Hermione. He\'s just using you. It\'s time you used him back." She smiled wickedly.



"Maybe…" she said, looking back at her. "So who are our new donors…? Do I know them…?"



"You know, you sound like you\'re a bit jealous, Hermione…" she laughed, becoming amused. "I\'m beginning to think it might be interesting to invite you to the next party…"



"Well… if Ron does leave me for good, that sounds like it could be fun…"



Her smile widened. "And just how adventurous are you willing to be…?" she asked, eyeing her. "I take on two, usually, sometimes three or more..."



"Well… I\'m willing to learn… if I\'m losing Ron, I may as well be rich…"



"Well it\'s about time you saw the light, my friend." She smiled. "I can arrange another party… this will be sexual harvesting, of course… keeps them from any complaints of unwilling donations…"



"I understand… well… it could be fun, but… well, I may need a potion to help me… Ron was my only…"



"Oh, a bit of alcohol always helps…" she assured. "But I have plenty of oils and potions that can ensure you enjoy yourself. After all, we\'re the ones that matter, aren\'t we?" she asked, relaxing in her chair. "It\'s about time you had some fun anyway. Ron\'s interesting enough, but every girl needs some variety… Besides, I\'ve had several of my party partners ask if you were available…" she grinned; her smile made Tonks/Hermione think of a predatory animal… like a crocodile.



"I\'m just nervous… but I guess I\'ll get over it…"



"So, how\'s the Zabini case coming…?" she asked, getting back to the subject of work. "That is one seriously good looking man… too bad he settled for that little squib." She sighed dramatically. "Although he is very pretty... I wonder what bedding him would be like..." she said with a wicked grin.



"Damitri Zabini hasn\'t even glanced at anyone else here; and Terry stays right by his side; I doubt he\'d be willing to stray even for fun…" Tonks/Hermione answered.



"Well it doesn\'t hurt to fantasize. When will they be in again…?"



*Terry is scheduled to come in on Wednesday…*



"They\'ll be back on Wednesday to continue the procedures." Tonks answered.



"Ah, good..." Pansy nodded. "Perhaps we should let the procedures fail… we could use someone like Zabini in our stables. He has a very impressive pedigree; over ten traceable generations of pure wizarding families, and none have been squibs. He\'s even got Veela in his bloodline, I understand. I\'m certain I could get at LEAST as much for his seed as I do for Malfoy…"



*I won\'t do that, I absolutely refuse! He left more than we needed, but… oh Merlin, no…! Poor little Terry would be crushed… He did leave more than we needed… I was going to use it all up. If I did what Pansy wanted there\'d be at least eight samples of him left after the fertilization…* Hermione said immediately, trying to think of a way to satiate Pansy\'s desire for money.



"There will be at least four samples left… can\'t we simply ask him for more samples…?" she asked softly.



*We could create more embryos and put them in cryo for them in the future…* Hermione suggested but Tonks/Hermione chose not to voice that. Pansy seemed much more interested in possible sales of samples than embryos.



"Hum… well, we can see how it goes…" Pansy mused thoughtfully. "After all, it\'s easy enough to fix if it looks like they just want one… they\'ll be in and out of the clinic for the entire pregnancy, since his little boy-toy is a squib. The right potion in his drink or an adjustment to the potions and they\'ll be back; tearful but oh-so-willing to try again…"



"What…?" Tonks/Hermione said softly. "We can\'t just kill an innocent child…"



"It\'s not a child until it\'s viable. Life begins when the child can survive outside of the womb. Even muggle law recognizes that. Until then, it\'s not much more than a parasite…" Pansy rolled her eyes. "It\'s my fault, you know… Potter and Malfoy might even have returned here several times, had I not made that foolish decision…" she sighed, leaning on her desk. "I know; I really screwed up there…"



"What…?" Tonks/Hermione asked, eyes narrow.



"I truly should have allowed that pregnancy to continue." Pansy shrugged as if discussing whether to use bleach or not in the laundry. "They probably would have been back for more once that first baby was born… I underestimated how badly Potter wanted a big family…"



*She… she\'s responsible for Andie dying…?!* Hermione murmured in shock and disbelief in Tonks/Hermione\'s ear. *That… that unbelievable fucking BITCH…!*



"REALLY, Hermione… you\'ve never had a head for the business end of things. Just don\'t focus on it; that part is my job. I take care of it all, as I always have…" Pansy said.



"I suppose we\'re both entitled to our opinion…"



"Naturally… well, I\'ll get that party arranged, for tonight I think. You start focusing on how you can get close enough to Potter to harvest." She said firmly.



"All right… I should go back to work…"



Pansy smiled. "Nonsense... why don\'t you take a few hours off…? Go to the spa; pamper yourself, buy a new dress… and I\'ll see whose free tonight and interested…" again she had the predatory grin that sent a shiver down Tonks/Hermione\'s spine.



"Well, if you insist…"



"Absolutely, absolutely… and don\'t worry about Ron, or Blaise. I\'ll take care of the personally…"



Tonks/Hermione nodded and rose, moving out of the room. She closed the door behind her, and then made her way past the lab. She felt a brush on her hand and knew that the real Hermione had joined her.



*My car is in the parking lot…* Hermione whispered to her, thinking it would be better to remain in completely out of sight until they got out of range of the cameras in the facility.



"Let\'s get the hell out of here…" Tonks/Hermione murmured, striding to the door. She felt the keys get slipped into her hand and mumbled something to the receptionist as she hurried out the door. She opened the passenger door of the car as if to drop her bag and coat in then moved to the driver\'s side. No one moved to intercept her or tried to talk with her.



"I have to tell Harry…" Hermione whispered, tears on her cheeks, trembling with rage and grief. "Oh Merlin… how can I tell him…? How…?" she wept.



"I need to get back to headquarters. I want to get these memories copied and into a penseive…"



Hermione bowed her head. "It\'s my fault too… oh, Merlin… it\'s my fault she killed Andie… Harry will blame me for this, too… he\'s right to hate me…" she whispered.



"Now you just need to stop that. You didn\'t know about it, you didn\'t do it, you couldn\'t have stopped her from doing it. You didn\'t control that situation, Hermione. She was the only one responsible. I wonder how many children she\'s murdered…?" Tonks/Hermione half growled, driving through traffic with remarkable skill. As soon as they cleared the area, Tonks allowed her appearance to return to her own; her hair was deep red with her anger.



"I don\'t… oh… oh Merlin…" Hermione pushed back the hood of the cloak to show her face was a mask of grief and shock. "I… there have been several miscarriages following successful implantation… usually they\'re pureblood families… Dean Thomas… Seamus Finnegan… both have lost babies this month… I… I can look up others…"



Tonks nodded, thinking fast. "You can do that later… how does Pansy contact you…?"



"A cell phone…" Hermione murmured. "I keep it at home…"



"Now you\'re not to tell Harry or anyone about the baby. We have to gather evidence to prove her guilt in this entire fiasco…" Tonks said firmly, switching herself into professional mode. Harry was her friend, and Draco her cousin but she could not allow personal relationships to affect her performance on the job. She simply disconnected emotionally as she had been trained to do. It was clear to her now that Hermione was little more than a pawn in all of this… and that it all went deeper than even Hermione knew. She wasn\'t about to let Pansy Parkinson ooze out of any of this, not this time.



"But… I have to; he has every right to know…" Hermione whispered.



"He will, but not yet. I hear that Draco is expecting…"



Hermione bowed her head, bringing back memories of the night that Harry threatened her within an inch of her life if he ever saw her near his family again. "He is; I understand it\'s a boy…" she agreed quietly.



"I won\'t endanger that for anything. They\'ve both suffered more than enough…" Tonks said firmly. "Now, I need to get hold of her files…"



"The clinic uses computers. Her files are on her personal computer, and will be locked by password…" Hermione murmured.



"Any way you could get hold of that…?"



Hermione frowned, trying to think through her rage and grief. "I don\'t… I\'m not sure… she has personal files on her computer that no one else could get access to…"



"Well I know my CSI friend could get past nearly any pass code… If we have to, I\'ll get her to break into it."



"Tonks… please tell me how I\'m going to protect Ron… and Blaise, too…"



"Your only job, difficult though that is going to be, is to act as normally as possible. We\'ve got Aurors watching Pansy all the time now…"



"I sent Ron to Charlie\'s but if Pansy is after him…" Hermione said worriedly.



"I told you; we\'ll know exactly where she is at all times…"



Hermione nodded, wiping at her eyes with her handkerchief. "I worked so hard… to keep Ronnie and Rosie out of this mess…"



"I think you\'re worrying a bit too much. Ron\'s not as dense as some people seem to think he is. He knows a poisonous viper when he sees one. Pansy is going to have to really work to get hold of him…"



"Ron hasn\'t ever liked or trusted Pansy anyway… he was really unhappy when she became my boss… he almost made me quit…"



"So try not to worry about him too much."



"It\'s not easy, sitting in that big house all alone…" she murmured sadly. "It\'s so empty…" she said, then sighed softly. "I\'m…I\'m not going to have to go meet Pansy tonight, am I…?"



"No, I\'ll tend to that…" she assured. "I have no problem taking your place."



"Thank you… but I meant what I said… I don\'t care what I have to do to stop her… Pansy has got to be stopped…" she whispered as Tonks parked the car in her driveway. The two slipped out of the car and Hermione opened the door to allow them both inside. She then went to retrieve the phone from her bedroom and she handed it to Tonks.



Hermione turned to the bar to get a bottle of fire whiskey. Tonks sighed, watching her. "Getting drunk won\'t help you, Hermione. Keep the earpiece on; Pansy might decide that she wants to stop by here tonight and I can give you a heads-up…"



"Getting drunk would help me be able to deal with all this… or maybe to forget a while…" she said, but she slipped the bottle back into the cabinet. "All right… I said I\'d do anything, and I meant it. Anything to stop her... My life… it\'s not worth much at this point, anyway…" she murmured.



Tonks looked over the cell phone then pocketed it. Hermione picked up her daughter\'s stuffed bear and sat on the couch

near the fireplace, depressed and grief-stricken. "I… can I get you some tea or something…?" she offered out of habit.



"No, I\'m fine. You on the other hand, need to take a calming potion and try not to worry about what\'s happening. You\'ve given us everything you know, and are cooperating with us fully. You\'ve done everything we\'ve asked and haven\'t even poked your nose out of your house outside of your regular schedule… the court will take all of that into account…"



"I don\'t even dare to hope." She said, hugging the bear and staring into the dead fireplace. "Can I go to sleep or do you think you\'ll need me…?"



"Go on, I think it\'ll be safe enough for you to take a sleeping potion and just go to sleep… just sleep in your daughter\'s room in case Pansy decides to come here. I can handle things…"



She pushed herself to her feet. "Come and get me if you need me…" she said, moving toward the bedroom.



"I will; don\'t worry about it. You just get some rest." Tonks said, moving out.



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Tonks returned to her office and was able to get everything saved into the pensieve before she received the call from Pansy on the cell phone she had been given. Pansy\'s directions were brief but clear; she was to meet her at the Soho Hotel in London in an hour and to dress in something appropriately low-cut and sexy.



"I\'ll be there shortly." Tonks replied, then hung up, moving to her room to dress. She took special care to prepare herself, choosing one of her simple black dresses to wear. It was a backless number that had halter top on the front. She hardly wore it because she didn\'t like having her back exposed but it was good for undercover gigs. She took a bit of time ensuring her face and hair mirrored Hermione\'s exactly; after all she wasn\'t sure who Pansy had picked out for her to \'harvest\'. It could be someone from Hogwarts who had a crush on Hermione and had never had the guts to say anything… but she had a feeling it wouldn\'t be anything that easy. Pansy would be choosing someone hard for her first time, to test her, see if she was really willing to go that extra step at this time.



The hotel was near the Royal Opera House, a place she knew well. She never would have thought that Severus had such an appetite for opera… they went at least once a month. She knew a safe place to apparate to and did so, stepping out of the little shadowed alcove to join the flow of people moving by.



She entered the lobby and glanced about; the place was quite busy with all types of people, muggle and wizard alike. She ignored them all, moving through the lobby to the entrance of the bar area and paused and spotted Pansy before the woman saw her; she was seated in a booth at the back of the bar with four men.



There were at least a dozen empty glasses on the table, each of the type the men were drinking from; only one empty of Pansy\'s wine glass.



Tonks moved over, giving them all a rather nervous smile. "Hello Pansy... sorry if I\'m late..."



"Nonsense, don\'t worry about it, you\'re right on schedule..." Pansy smiled. She didn\'t seem to be drunk at all, but the four men at the table who leered at her clearly were. "See, fellows...? I told you she\'d show up, just as I said she would..." she purred.



"The question I want answered is..." one spoke up, eyeing her with lust clear in his eyes. "... are you willing to go through with everything that Pansy promised...?" Tonks/Hermione recognized the man after only a moment... his name was Radivar Mulcider. He was eight or so years older than Hermione; Tonks remembered him because he had attended Hogwarts around the same time she had. He had been a decidedly distasteful person, tactless and ruthless in all his dealings. She had no idea how he hadn\'t been recruited right along with the rest of them to be Death Eaters, but he had stayed clear of the radar and even after the Dark Lord\'s demise he was free and clear.



"Why wouldn\'t I?" Tonks/Hermione asked, rolling her eyes. "Are you even going to offer me a seat...?" she asked with a bit of impatience. Wordlessly he gestured to the seat at his side and she sat beside him without any hesitation. Pansy pushed a drink to her across the table with a grin and a wink.



"So... your husband, I understand... Ronald, was it…?" Rodolfo Blackman commented, eyeing her. "He\'s just made it to the big leagues, hasn\'t he...? And you choose to share yourself NOW with other men...?" he grinned as he went on, not allowing her to answer. "Has he already done this to you? Slept with others...?"



"He\'s not with me now, is he…?" she asked in a bitter tone. "No. He\'s with that Veela bastard and Dragon tamer brother of his. So why shouldn\'t I stray?"



Radivar grinned and let out a cruel laugh. "I can\'t stand that self-important bastard Zabini either..." he said in agreement. "Every woman ought to have a little fun anyway…"



"This is all about enjoying ourselves..." Pansy said, finishing her glass of wine.



Tonks/Hermione smiled, pretending to sip at the drink. She didn\'t know what Pansy had put in it and didn\'t trust her for a moment. "Yes, indeed... that\'s all I\'m here for..."



"I understand, Charles, that you have a room here in this hotel…?" Pansy asked, eyeing the older man. "This bar is much too public for what I have in mind." She licked her lips sensuously.



Charles smiled and produced a room key. "Of course… only the best for you, my dear Pansy…" he grinned as he rose to his feet. Pansy took his hand and rose with fluid grace, tugging the key out of his hand.



Tonks/Hermione rose, holding out her hand to Mulcider, a smile on her face. He grinned back at her, rising to his feet and firmly taking her hand in his. Before Pansy even managed to get the key in the lock, her would-be partners already had their hands upon her bum. She let them all into a lavish suite with two large beds, a private terrace, champagne chilling on a tray and red satin sheets upon the bed.



"So whatever shall we do with ourselves...?" Tonks/Hermione asked innocently.



"I only have one thing in mind." Mulcider growled, pulling her against him.



"Shouldn\'t we get you more comfortable...?" she asked.



His smile grew. "Your fool of a husband must have been neglecting you, little witch... you\'re very eager to get started, I see..." he said.



"Let\'s just say he\'s better on a broom than in bed."



He laughed, unbuttoning his shirt and casting it aside. "Well, I\'ll take care of you, pretty little Hermione..." he assured. "Get rid of that dress and I will take care of both our needs..."



Tonks/Hermione glanced over at Pansy a moment before she began to undress. Pansy was already quite busy occupying the other three men on the bed with her body. It was very clear that Pansy had no trouble at all being used as a sexual plaything, allowing her partners to do whatever they wished with her, voicing only moans of pleasure and encouragements to her multiple lovers.



Mulcider clearly had no intention of joining that group; his eyes never strayed from the woman he saw as Hermione. She steeled herself and went on with the encounter with Mulcider. He was a very cruel and almost violent lover, enjoying causing pain as he took what he wanted with no regard for her pleasure or her discomfort. If she cried out he only did what had caused the cry again and again, until he found another way to amuse himself...



A glance over at Pansy was no help; the woman was only dealing with one now; the other two were passed out dead asleep on the sheets. The one she was with grunted as he took his pleasure; when he released his eyes rolled up and he fell onto the bed as well. Pansy sat up and turned to watch Mulcider abuse and nearly rape Tonks/Hermione, grinning softly.

Mulcider snarled in pleasure as he climaxed, his fingernails biting into her flesh as he released himself... once he\'d finished his face suddenly went completely blank. He collapsed onto the bed and on top of her. Tonks/Hermione shoved the man off her, shaking slightly. Never had she been so completely abused and used... "Merlin..." she groaned, sitting up slowly.



Pansy stretched languidly; her partners lay passed out on the bed beside her. "Well, you certainly made him happy..." she said with a grin, noticing every bruise and scratch upon Tonks/Hermione\'s body. "Now; make me happy." she produced several vials from a hidden pocket in her robe with a wave of her wand.



Tonks/Hermione took a shaky breath, trying to focus her mind. Merlin; she hurt all over… he\'d bitten her on the back, she was sure there were teeth marks and perhaps he had even drawn blood… "What spell do you prefer I use...?"



"Samenraub. Really, Hermione, you\'ve seen me use the spell a hundred times...!" she said, rolling her eyes. "I, of course, took the time to prepare and seal off my body from their sperm... all I need do is separate them..." she said.



"Sealed off your body...?" Tonks/Hermione repeated, unsure. She\'d never heard of such a thing…!



Pansy began to laugh scornfully. "You don\'t think I\'d take the chance of becoming pregnant from any of these fools, do you? Even an anti-fertility spell can fail, you ought to know that..." she said as if talking to a child. She murmured "Aemtig...!" and the sperm deposited inside her body was drawn out and "Seperatus...!" and the thick white liquid separated into three distinct floating globules, each of which were bottled up in the vials, names of the owners inscribing upon the glass of the bottles themselves.



"That\'s got to be the most disgusting thing I\'ve ever seen...!" Tonks/Hermione muttered, watching in disbelief. "Why not just knock them out with a spell and take it from the source...? You\'ve done it that way before, I\'ve seen you..."



"I could, but you were just whining at me last month about how wrong that was..."



"It\'s better than being used by animals like him." she murmured, glaring down at Mulcider, barley resisting the urge to kick the unconscious man. "Why did he pass out...? Did you put something in their drinks…? They shouldn\'t be asleep, even after all those drinks…"



"I learned a long time ago to get them to do what you wish, a bit of inventiveness is needed..." she stretched and stood, straightening out her slip that they had not even bothered to remove from her body. "I learned a few tricks during my trip to Germany and Russia... it was very enlightening. It\'s amazing what they\'re doing with breeding and purebloods... I let them have what they want... and then they will give me what I want..." she smiled. "Go on, get your wand. You can do the honors tonight." she said, gesturing to Hermione\'s clothing on the floor.



Tonks/Hermione picked her wand up, pointing it at Mulcider. She\'d taken the time to study some of the pensieve memories that Hermione had submitted already, so she knew the proper hand gesture and wand movement to make the spell take effect. "Samenraub!" she said firmly and sperm was extracted from the unconscious man. Pansy smiled wickedly and used a spell to separate it into phials and label them appropriately. She made sure that Tonks/Hermione performed the spell twice on each of their partners as she herself got dressed, and then she allowed Tonks/Hermione to get dressed as well.



"You know, it\'s a good thing that you\'ve decided that husband of yours isn\'t so special anymore... we need to get his seed as well." she said, slipping the vials away into her bag. "I\'ve already had an inquiry; a customer wants to make a purchase..."



Tonks/Hermione scowled. "Who...?"



Pansy laughed at her. "You\'re getting all defensive after you have sex and cheat on him...? Oh, how sickeningly sweet. A homebody like you, Hermione, wouldn\'t have any idea who she even is... her father teaches Dark Arts at Durmstrang..."



"Why would she want Ron...?"



She smiled, slipping the vials away into her bag. "Apparently she\'s quite a fan... asked specifically for him. And her dear sweet father can\'t resist granting every desire of his sweet little princess now, can he…?"



She sighed. "Great... I\'ll do what I can..." Tonks/Hermione murmured. "Can I go home now...?"



"Of course... go on home and give your hubby a fire call." she suggested. "Make up with him. Maybe he\'ll come home to you tonight..." she said, watching Tonks/Hermione get dressed again.



"I doubt that..." she said flatly.



"Whatever did the two of you fight about, anyway?"



"It\'s not something I really want to talk about..." she answered, slipping her wand away.



"Try for him anyway. And remember, the Zabini\'s will be in bright and early for their appointment on Wednesday..."



"I\'ll remember; they\'re due in at ten..."



"Get some rest." she advised, grinning at her. "We\'ll do this again on Saturday..."



"Not with HIM, I\'m not." she shot her former partner a distasteful glare.



Pansy laughed. "He really IS a pig, isn\'t he...? But the money for him is good. You know, we really do need to get Potter back... we\'re down to only two and I\'ve had at least five inquiries about him just this evening..."



"Harry and I aren\'t on speaking terms right now..."



"Hmmm..." Pansy smirked. "I wonder where he goes to relax...? I can take any wizard down."



"I haven\'t spent much time around them lately... at Blaise\'s house, I suppose..." she answered, her mind working quickly despite the abuse her body had just endured. Merlin; she ached all over... If Pansy thought she was setting a trap to capture more than one that she desired, she would walk directly into a trap set up to catch HER.



"And that\'s where your husband is as well...?" Greed lit in Pansy\'s eyes. "That could be interesting..."



"Could we talk about this tomorrow...? I want to wash all traces of him off of me..." she said with a shudder.



"I\'ll see you at work." Pansy smirked as Tonks/Hermione hurried out.



Author\'s Note: Rough translation of spells:

Samenraub = German for "Harvest Semen" (Thank you, BetaForRent!)

Aemtig = Old Middle English for "Empty"

Separatus = Latin for "Separate"



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Lucius watched in silence as Severus checked up on the twins, using his wand to do a scan on each of the babies individually. "They are doing remarkably well..." Severus commented as he placed the infant boy, Remus Severus, back into his bed beside his dozing sister. "They have good lung function at this time, their hearts are strong, and they continue to gain weight..." he said in approval.



Malfoy moved over, scooping the still awake boy child up. "Of course they are... Narcissa is doing a wonderful job with my little angels..." he smiled, cradling the baby close in his arms.



"That\'s quite clear..." Severus said with a smile at the undisguised expression of love on his old friend\'s face, for the moment ignoring the vibration from his cell phone. "She\'s done remarkably well with them, much better than I had expected. As have you, Lucius. I know better than to think she has accomplished this all alone."



"I do what I can." He said self-deprecatingly, but he did smirk.



"We may be able to wean them off the potions much sooner than I had anticipated..."



"That is wonderful…" he smiled.



"Not yet, though. A week more, at least, doses in both morning and evening." Severus advised.



"It will be done." He assured then glanced at Severus out of the corner of his eye. "Have you made any progress on discovering how they came to be?" he asked slyly.



Snape couldn\'t help but smirk at his dogged attempt to get information from him in any manner possible. "Yes; but you know you will have to wait for the full details until the investigation has been completed..."



"I don\'t understand why they exist, or how they came to be... but they are perfect, aren\'t they...?" he said with fatherly pride.



"That they are, my friend..." he assured, touching the boy\'s tiny hand, barely big enough to wrap about his own slim finger.



"He\'s going to be a heartbreaker..." Lucius smirked. "I\'ll have to provide him bodyguards..."



"Your granddaughter will be just as beautiful..."



"Naturally... they will have the best of everything; I will see to that." He said in clear pride. "Everything they could ever wish for..."



"I expected no less of you, my friend. But you must remember that Draco will soon be spoiling them as well..."



"He has Potter\'s brat. He can do without these two." Lucius murmured in a clearly pouting grumble, gazing at the babies.



"They will always be your grandchildren, my friend..." He rested a hand on his shoulder reassuringly, feeling the vibration of his phone again. Who the blazes kept trying to call...?



"They have Malfoy blood; they will always be mine." Lucius said, his smirk returning.



Severus rolled his eyes at his friend, and then pulled out his phone. "Yes...?"



"Sev... I\'m sorry to bother you..." Remus said quietly on the phone. "I know you\'re busy but... I really do need you. Can you come home...?"



"What\'s wrong....?" Severus asked, worry tinting his voice. Remus never called except for emergencies... "Don\'t worry; I\'m on my way..."



"Trouble...?" Lucius frowned slightly, cradling the baby carefully but clearly ready to assist.



"I\'m not sure... Remus needs me at home."



"Let me know if you need any help; I\'m just a fire call away..." he said, moving to the rocking chair.



"I will, if the need arises..." he assured, then paused. "And Lucius...?"



"Hm..?" he looked up at him.



"Don\'t spoil them completely..." He smirked.



"Oh, just most of the way..." he smirked back, rocking his grandson.



Severus chuckled softly as he hurried out to floo back to his home.



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"Remmy...?" he called, dusting himself off.



"Here, Sev..." he called from the bedroom, moving into view. He looked fine, just very worried. "I\'m all right, no; I\'m not hiding anything... It\'s Tonks. She came home and went directly into the bathroom; she didn\'t even stop to give me a kiss or a hug... She\'s been in the shower for over an hour and she won\'t come out. She won\'t talk to me, and... And her scent is all off..." he said, trying to explain what his werewolf senses allowed him to perceive but unable to really put it into words.



Severus patted his shoulder reassuringly. "Let me see what I can do..." he said, moving into the bedroom to the bathroom door. "Dora...?" he called softly, knocking. "Open the door, love..." he said in a soft, soothing tone.



"I\'m fine..." she called back in a shaky voice. "Just... I\'ve gotta get clean, I..."



"I\'m coming in." he said as he pulled his wand to unlock the door. It unlocked with a simple first year spell – Alohamora.



He slipped in and closed the door behind him. Remus remained outside, worried but hopeful that Severus could get her to open up. Tonks stood in the steaming fall of water, her head bowed as she scrubbed at her already raw skin. She\'d clearly been washing herself over and over, trying to get something off that was not there.



Severus calmly stepped into the hot water of the shower without bothering to undress, his arms enfolding his lover. She turned in his arms, holding him tight. "I\'m sorry, I... I\'m sorry..." she whispered, trembling in his arms.



"Shhh..." he soothed, holding her close. "It\'s all right, Dora... you\'re home, and you\'re safe..."



It took a while, but she did finally stop weeping and trembling. "I\'m sorry... oh... Merlin... sometimes I hate my job..."



Severus kissed her brow. "Come, now. Remus is worried about you... let\'s get you dried off..."



"No, I... I have to get clean, I..."



"You\'ve been in the shower long enough, and you\'re scrubbing your skin away... come on." he said gently yet firmly.



Reluctantly, she allowed herself to be drawn out of the shower. Snape noticed several bruises on her body, on intimate parts of her body that could only have been gained by a violent attack upon her body. She even had a bit of bruising around her neck and three bites upon her back and shoulders. "I can\'t... I don\'t want Remus to see me like this..." she whispered. "It\'s so close to the full moon; he worries so much..." she covered her body quickly with her fluffy white terrycloth robe.



Severus moved to the medicine cabinet and drew out two potion vials. "Drink these; they will take care of the bruises..." he ordered. She drank them down without question, eyes closed. "You will tell me who has done this to you." Snape said with more than a little anger. No one did this to his family...!



"It\'s… it\'s the case, Sev..." she murmured, not looking up, unable to meet his eyes. "I was undercover, in disguise... He thought he was doing all of that to Hermione Weasley..."



"Any wizard who thinks its all right to do that to his partner, regardless of who they are, deserves to be drawn and quartered..." he growled softly. "But I promise you, Dora... if he touches you again, I will personally dismember him and use him in my potions...!" he dried his robes off with a flick of his wand.



"I\'ll help you do it to..." she said softly, trembling slightly again. "Sev, I... I gotta get some distance from this... and I don\'t want Remus to know about... about all of this..."



"He knows you were upset love... We\'ll tell him, if he insists, that you\'ve had a bad day at work. He may accept that simple fact..." He pushed another potion into her hand. She glanced at it, then uncorked it as well and drank it down.



"All right..." she agreed. She was still shaking slightly, but the calming draught Severus had just given her helped her to feel much calmer now. "Merlin I need a drink..."



"I\'ll fix us all one." he assured. His arm rested about her as he led her out.



Remus, who had taken a seat on the bed to wait, rose immediately when they emerged. "Is everything all right...?" he asked worriedly.



Tonks hugged him. "Yeah, love... sorry... just a horrible day at work... I didn\'t mean to worry you..."



He glanced at Severus who gave him no visual clues at all, but he could tell that his lover was angered. He decided to simply let it go since that seemed to be what Tonks wanted him to do. He\'d find out, eventually. "You\'re all right, and you\'re home with us. That\'s all that matters..."



"I just want a drink and then to get some sleep..."



"Sounds like the perfect plan." he agreed, and then kissed her with gentle tenderness before turning toward the bar with her.



Severus undressed slipping his wand under his pillow and then relaxed against the headboard, watching his two lovers. He noticed that Lupin was watching Tonks very closely, noting how she behaved differently than normal, his worry increasing and turning to carefully suppressed anger.



Tonks dressed for bed and slipped in between her two lovers, wanting nothing more than their presence. Remus\' arms slipped about her, pressing against her back as she rested against Severus.



"Sleep well, my love..." Severus kissed her hair tenderly, and then kissed Remus as well.



"Thanks for coming home so quickly..." Remus said softly.



"I was needed. You don\'t call me for trivial things." Sev smirked. He stroked Tonks\' hair tenderly; it was distinctly blue with black tints reflecting her true mood.



"She wouldn\'t even talk to me... I needed you, and so did she..."



Snape stroked Remus\' cheek, tracing his lips with his finger. "No matter what, I will always be here for you both..."



"As will I..." he said softly, his brown eyes changing just for a moment to the golden of the werewolf within him. "And I\'ll tear anyone to shreds who harms either of you..." he growled.



Sev smirked, and then settled to sleep. He would deal with Remus tomorrow; and together they would settle matters with whoever had hurt their mate.



Remus lay awake for a long time, holding on to Tonks tenderly. He could smell the scent of another on her skin, no matter how much she had tried to wash it off. The scent of another man... the one who had touched her, caused all this upset... he battled with his wolfish side in silence. Tonks didn\'t want him hunting down this bastard or she\'d have simply told him to go ahead and do as he wished... he\'d done so before, and would do again. Anything for her... finally, he managed to quell his urges and drift off to sleep.