Triumvirate

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or the songs included in this fanfic nor do I make money off them. These stories are for entertainment only.

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“cause I want it now
I want it now
give me your heart and your soul
I'm not breaking down
I'm breaking out
last chance to lose control

and I want you now
I want you now
I feel my heart implode
and I'm breaking out
escaping now
feeling my faith erode

Hysteria - Muse
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Voldemort was in a fine fit. His raids and ambushes had not been as successful as late. Since the capture of Rita. Damn irritating woman did have her uses. Spying, planting peeping bugs and blow jobs were high on that list. Now he had to deal with having none of them.

He ran his pale hands over his bald head and sneered at his noseless reflection in the mirror. “No matter” he told himself aloud, “I will have the uppity little bitch soon.”

He had been astounded to see Draco Malfoy swoop in as he had and it could be no other but the Malfoy whelp. That dragon was to be his! Lucius had cursed his boy for that sole purpose.

Damn that Potter! He ruined everything. Everything!

Voldemort spun in a flurry of dark robes and paced his study. He knew that Harry was preparing for the final conflict, one that would no doubt be of epic proportions. Well, Voldemort thought with a nasty smile, that was his strong suit.

He HAD waged full out war before and itty bitty baby Potter had not. He had only seen a glimpse of just how terrible war could be. How gruesome it could turn. Voldemort had a bright plan to up his knowledge base before the week was out.

That night he, himself launched a surprise attack on the Burrow.

He tore through wards as though they were cobwebs and left such a bloody wake of destruction that even some of his most staunch followers were left heaving in the shrubbery.

He stood amid the mangled limbs and blood spattered walls and laughed. His head thrown back, “Soon Harry Potter it will be just as I said. You are a fool! And you will lose everything. I will make sure you are alive long enough to see your lovers violated and bound.”

His chortling fell away as he noticed a small movement in the corner. Red hair bobbed along the floor, his eyes traced to an arm reaching for a wand. He tsked, “Molly….” he said, “When will you learn that someone like you has no chance against someone like me?”

Her eyes were filled with pain but determination. Her fingers brushed against her wand, her body sliding on it’s own trail of blood, “Y..you” she spat between bloody lips, “Have taken to much from….me”

Voldemort cocked his head as though considering her words, before leaning closer, “And guess what dear? I am about to take more. Your daughter Ginevra…. I’m almost sorry to have killed her. She was delightful you see.”

Molly blinked up at him.

“I fucked her you know? The first time before she entered the chamber of secrets. Ah! I know. A child then. The last time I fucked her was right before I killed her. Half dead already but that doesn’t make any of a person’s orifices less tighter. Believe me. I had them all. Picture that Molly. Your .Little. Bleeding. Girl. Sliding on my cock.”

Molly made a sound of rage and tried to lunge at him. Her wounds would not allow it and she fell at his feet. “I have been working on something just for your family though. For all your meddling and damn do -gooding. Tergum Pilare!”

Molly watched in horror as her skin slowly began to peel itself away. The pain was horrific and she screamed.

Voldemort smile at her keening wails and began to dance as though it were music to him. “Takes an hour to kill” he mused, “And they say that I never consider anyone…. I designed this just for you and yours.”

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Harry stepped through the ruination that had once been a home for him. Nothing had been left truly in tact. Every window broken, every door torn asunder, the floors were sticky with a sickening sweet rancid liquid that Harry knew only too well was blood. It covered the floor like varnish, missing few spots. The walls, even the ceiling was spattered with it. As though some artist had dipped his brush to create some macabre masterpiece.

Several members of the Order and refugees of the wizarding war were strewn about like lifeless, broken dolls. Limbs at odd angles, bodies torn open. Entrails and organs arranged on and around them.

The smell of urine, feces and bile burnt the air. Mingling with the heavy iron smell of blood and fire and the salt of tears.

Harry felt his stomach turn even as his mind revolted against what he saw. The others were close behind him, wands at the ready, but the enemy was gone. Long since taken his fun and left.

Some were picking through the wreckage, pulling bits and pieces of friends and loved ones into the ruined yard. Mediwitches were on hand but Harry knew. There were no survivors here.

His eyes fell on bloody footprints that tracked across Molly’s woven carpets. He followed the odd twisting pattern of them, brow furrowing. It was….dancing? He moved closer and that is when he saw it. Her.

A lividly gruesome sight. Molly, recognizable by her bright hair atop her head, still in it’s pins mostly. Skinned. The lidless eyes wide and staring, the mouth stretched in a silent scream that seemed to sound throughout the house.

Her magical clock with the many hands pointed to dead. All but one. Ronald.

Harry did heave then, falling to his knees and gasping for air.

Ron was above stairs, looking for his parents, praying that they had managed to survive when Harry’s scream hit him.

With such force it knocked the air from his lungs. He spun to see what was the matter when the cracked door of his sister’s room drew his attention.

Slowly, fearing what lay within, he approached, pushing the door wide.

Blue eyes went wide with shock and then flooded with tears at the sight before him. His father. Dangling from the rafters by a noose made of skin.

Ron rushed forward, “Dad!”, his hands catching the blood soaked hem of his father’s robes trying to lift the man up. “Breathe dad! Merlin! Please!” his shouts alerted several Order members and they rushed up the steps.

Arthur had been dead for sometime.

Carefully they cut him down, only then learning the true horror of what had occurred. For in the folds of battered flesh that claimed his life, they found the thin golden band of a wedding ring.

Molly’s wedding ring.

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Draco would not let Hermione in the house. His arms locked around her as his eyes searched the surrounding woods and fields for the foe.

“Can’t you hear them screaming?” she demanded of him in a shout, struggling against his hold. “Let me go!”

Draco pressed his face into her hair, “I hear them love” he choked, “It’s why I can’t let you go.”

She turned her frightened eyes to him, “You know don’t you? What has happened?”

He shook his head, “I have a very good idea. The Burrow was heavily guarded against Death Eaters” he whispered, “This was…HIM. In his rage, he would have left no one, nothing alive.”

His hands gestured to the lifeless chickens in the yard. The owl tacked to the fence post. “You mustn’t go inside”

She shoved against him and he tightened his grip, “They were my family!” she shrieked.

Draco felt her hands clutch against him. “Then remember them as they were, not as he left them. They wouldn’t want that. Gods Mione, they wouldn’t want that!”

And she knew he was right. She buried her face against his chest and wept until he stiffened.

She looked up to see Ron stumbled through the door, his father in his arms. His face was red and wet covered with tears and snot. He staggered under his father’s weight as he laid the older man gently down.

A med witch was there in a breath, her hands moving over Weasely senior before she stepped back. Tears in her eyes, she have a small shake of her head. “I’m sorry.”

Ron dropped to his knees, big hands smoothing his father’s hair from his purple face. “Oh no. Not you dad.”

Hermione watched him cradle Arthur for a moment longer before she pulled from Draco and moved to his side.

“Oh Ron” she whispered.

“Hung him” Ron mumbled, “Hung him from the rafters in Ginny’s room. Gods Mione, they made a noose from mum’s skin! They… they ..ff…found her …ring!”

He threw himself at Mione who sank to her knees with the two hundred plus pound man wrapped in her arms. They wept together. Ron clinging to Hermione as though she was his lifeline in the world and she was.

Like her, he had no one now. No one save Harry and the Order. All the family they had left.

Mione was heartbroken. This place, these people had meant so much to her. Brave, good, kind people.

Draco stepped into the house and grimaced. These poor people. They had had so little in life but had been so happy with it all the same. They hadn’t had a fine home like he had. Barely scraping by most times but there had been a wealth of love here that he had never known in his own home.

They didn’t deserve this. But then… who did?

He had seen terrible things in his service to Harry. Terrible things. But nothing so bad as this. His silver eyes danced over the massacre to land on a dark head bowed in the corner.

He made his way through the wreckage and the shell shocked Order members to stand beside Harry.

“Harry?” he called softly.

The dark lord looked up through bleary eyes. “She was like a second mum you know?”

Draco looked down Harry’s arm to where his fingers were clasped over the sticky red of Molly’s.

Draco swallowed hard against the vicious twist in his stomach. “Get up Harry” he rasped.

Harry shook his head and Draco reached down hauling him up. “I said get up! You can’t do anything more for them, but HE is still out there!”

Harry met his gaze with a pained expression.

“He is out there” Draco hissed.

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Harry’s rage knew no bounds, in a single night of bloody retribution he had slaughtered or arrested more than half the death eaters in England. Ron had taken a small contingent of men and seen to the areas in France.

Harry’s men swept like a great plague stamping out evil wherever it dared grow. His powers flowed like a dark, biting river over the land. And yet, he could not find his true foe.

Voldemort.

The slithering snake had vanished into thin air, no matter how Draco and Harry hounded him.

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Hermione was pouring over reports and maps, wracking her brain for any idea of where the enemy might be hiding. She didn’t believe the rubbish of Voldemort fleeing England. No.

No, the bastard, murdering bastard was still within these borders.

It was simply a matter of finding where.
And a matter of time before that was accomplished.

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Draco was on his way to Hermione’s office. His boots clipping the stone floor in a sharp staccato beat. Few eyes followed him, the masses so eager for gossip subdued by the terror of the Burrow Massacre and the Dark Lord’s rage afterward.

He was quite pleased to see his little bookworm in the hallways. Granted, she had forgiven them both to some degree, but she remained firmly ensconced in the manor of Snape.

Poor thing. So busy all the time, she hadn’t even noticed him. Until he was right on top of her.

“Draco!”

Draco backed Hermione into a hidden alcove, pressing feverish kisses to her upturned mouth. Anyone could walk by and see them, or at least hear them. When he knelt at her feet and began to push her robes up above her knees, she protested.

"Draco, what are you doing?"

He peered up at her, "Do you really have to ask?"

She tried to tug him up to his feet again, "We could be seen."

"Doubt it." He went back to kiss at her knees.

"Heard then!. We're bound to make noise."

"Oh I planned on that. Who cares?"
"I care."

"What for? It's not like they are going to interrupt or anything."

"Gods Draco! It's not proper to just do things like this out in the open!"

He nipped just above the curls, "Mione, don't you know it's more fun if you can get caught?"

"Wha?"

"Just relax and try to be quiet."

"But I…"
"Shut up Mione."

Hermione pressed her fist to her mouth to keep from crying out when Draco teased his tongue against her. She whimpered softly and her legs began to buckle.

Draco stood, pinning her to the wall with his body, keeping her upright. Heavy drapes threw them into semi darkness as he turned her to face the wall. She felt him loosen his trousers and fumble with her robes.

A cool draft on her bare bottom made her shiver. "So tell me Hermione," he whispered in her ear, "Did you enjoy having both of us?"

Her increase in temperature told him she did. She arched her neck to him when he bit lightly on her ear. "I know you were with Harry the other night. So how well did he love you? Did he make you scream?"

She was panting at his words.

Draco reached into the folds of his robes and withdrew a small vial.

Hermione felt a slightly warm wetness as he trailed his fingers over the globes of her bottom. She gasped when his fingers delved between. "Draco!" she gasped as he slid a finger inside, testing.

He rocked his hips against her, feeling hunger raise inside of him. "Shh Hermione, I won't take you this way here…yet." He murmured, "Now be quiet as a mouse or we might get caught."

Hermione felt his fingers move to the front of her body as he nudged his tip against her opening. Her moist flesh accepted him as he slid home.

She fought to breathe, to be silent. They were not far from the others. Right around the corner and he was taking her like this!

Draco groaned softly when he was firmly seated. "You’re hot Hermione." he told her, she moaned and he clamped his hand over her mouth.

His tongue teased her ear, "Quiet as a mouse Hermione. You like it when I talk to you don't you? You like the dirty little things I whisper to you?" She moved her hips in silent response and he gritted his teeth against the pleasure.

"Well Hermione let me tell you a few more things." He went on, his voice rough with desire, "I love to fuck you. Now that I know how much you enjoy it outside of our rooms, I'll have to do it again. What if someone comes Hermione? What if they came by right now? Looked behind the curtain? What would they see? I’ll tell you… they'd see me taking you."

His words were like electric fire in her blood. Was Draco an exhibitionist?

Hadn't her friends talked about weird fetishes like this? Draco was moving against her, his thrusts growing more forceful. He grunted lightly, groaning against her.

Hermione bit her lip to keep from crying out. She barely noticed that Draco had bunched up the heavy velvet drapes and tucked a wad between her body and the wall.

The material rubbed against her, causing delicious friction as the man behind her pumped rhythmically. She was feeling the coil twist in her stomach, how could he expect her to be silent?

It was killing her.

He was nearly slamming into her now. She felt his chest pressing against her back, the cold stone of the wall against her cheek. His forearm suddenly appeared before her face as he braced on the wall. Her release was almost on her now and he could feel it, the tiny rippling of her body around him.

"Give…. Me…….uhn…..……your pleasure!" He rasped out as he felt his own body tighten.

When Hermione found her release she bit down on his muscled arm to keep from shouting and the sensation of little teeth his flesh pushed him over.

He buried his fangs in her shoulder to muffle his own roar and growled softly around the mouthful of flesh. Hermione rested against he wall trembling, feeling the residual spurts of his body within hers. "Merlin" she whispered. Draco withdrew his fangs and licked at the wound gently, "Give me all your pleasure Hermione…and children."

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Due to the nature of things at work , she climbed in for a hot bath as soon as she arrived at Wit’s End. Harry and Draco had made certain to connect the floos from her residence to both of theirs. Just in case.


Hermione sank lower in the tub, her nose barely above the water. Draco wanted a child! Did Harry want that too? She supposed he did, since that fell in line with the prophecy of the heir. But they were young and she certainly didn’t feel ready for it!

Her life was so different now. If someone would have told her a year ago that she'd be in love with two men, she'd have laughed. Now it was almost surreal. There were some obstacles to overcome still, but all in all… she was pretty happy.

She closed her eyes and leaned against the sparkling porcelain when Severus shout reached her.

“Spinner’s End!” he rang through the house, “Voldemort is hiding in Spinner’s End!”

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They closed in less than half an hour later, somewhat surprised that the great enemy would choose the childhood home of Severus Snape to hide in. But then, it was a miserable place that even ghosts refused to haunt.

Harry shouted orders and his witches and wizards created a magical barrier around the eastern side. No one could get it, and nothing could get out.

Harry, clutching his wand and Godric Gryffindor’s sword advanced to the house. A haggard looking Ron and resigned Draco at his flanks. Hermione was setting up the complicated charms to keep muggles from realizing what was about to occur.

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She’d barely finished when the first pops and hisses came. The cries rising into the air, bouncing off the bubble and ringing back. Spells and hexes ricocheted off the curved walls and Hermione bit her lip.

Harry blazed through the enemy, Death Eaters falling to him, Draco and Ron. Those that tried to run were brought down by Potter’s Army. Harry had given specific orders. He wanted no cells in Azkaban.

He wanted annihilation. There would be no remnants come back to haunt them. It would end. Tonight.

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Voldemort watched from high above as his faithful followers were cut down. Pleading with him for mercy. Pathetic fools. He needed none of them. They truly believed he was in that ramshackle old house.

As if he could be boxed in like this. Ha! But he was content to let them think it. For now.

His eyes scanned the narrow alley’s and then he spotted her. The witch from the prophecy, darting through the alley’s firing off spells. Rushing to meet up with her little friends.

“Not tonight dear” he snarled as he swooped low towards her.

Hermione heard a strange screech and looked upward to see the twisted face hurtling for her.

She lifted her wand and shouted, “Avada Kedava!”

His face twisted in a sneer as he managed to dodge it, long arm snaking out and snatching her away.

She fought him but he merely cut off her air supply, “Pay attention witch!” he hissed in her ear, “Look and see why you will fail this night.”

Above them the wards fell away and Hermione shrieked as two winged looming shapes entered the battle space.

Hermione knew what she was looking at. "Dragons!" she shouted, "You‘ve brought dragons?!".

“Yes” he purred, “A little gift for…Draco. Don’t you think he will just love it? He’s got perhaps an hour left in dragon form before he is lost forever. Oh it will take much longer than that to handle them.”

The others were hurrying as fast as they could down below as the beasts belched fire at them.

The largest of the two, a bronze, swung to earth so swiftly he nearly collided with it. He'd cut off their means of escape from the back of Spinner‘s End. A barbed tail lashed out and Ron was flung to the ground.

Harry unsheathed his sword and Draco released a volley of spells at them. The smaller of the two, still massive in his own right landed heavily behind them. His milky white scales glowing like pearls under the sun. Glittering green eyes mirrored the devastation around them. And massive jaws snapped at the air.

Luna cast an object into the air and it was caught in massive jaws and snapped like tinder. A killing box Hermione realized. The spells within working like a bomb, but it would do no good now.

The bronze beast before Harry blinked one large crimson eye before stomping it's foot harshly. The resulting tremor ran through the earth, tossing the combatants down again as well as shaking Voldemort and Hermione.

Luna was up and moving. Firing spells and searching for her husband. She tripped over a dead death eater, sprawling face down in the dirty alley.

Huge talons descended toward her prone form and Harry leapt between them, slashing viciously at the clawed foot bearing down on them. Luna shrieked as blood spattered over them and the dragon hissed in annoyance.

Harry buried his sword in the tender flesh between enormous toes. The beast snarled and lunged.

Hermione closed her eyes, certain her friends were dead when an ear shattering thud exploded into the night. Like two mountains crushing together.

She opened her eyes and screamed.

Draco was grappling with the dragon, their wings beating the air fiercely for balance. Fangs and claws bit and tore and they threw one another around like toys, smashing houses and shops.

Harry got Luna up and moving again, shouting something that Hermione couldn’t make out.

Draco turned and the bronze latched onto the nape of his long neck. Draco roared in pain and rage, his great tail swishing to knock his attacker from him.

“He fails” Voldemort crooned.

Hermione pressed her hands to her lips, unable to look away as the white dragon faltered, his shoulder dropping.

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Draco felt the bronze shift against him and reared up, whipping his tail around to drive the diamond hard spear point of it deep into the tawny chest.

The bronze screamed in rage and thrashed, fire spewing from it’s mouth and setting the rickety buildings alight.

When the coppery scaled beast fell with a heavy thud, Draco leapt after the other dragon. He had no choice.

The white dragon was smaller, more lithe and much faster than the lumbering brute he’d just fought. And it was far more vicious he found. Several Order members seeking to help him had hit him with stinging hexes simply because in the firelight they looked too much alike.

“Stop helping!” he roared at them and they fell away.

From his perch Voldemort grew angry. Draco might not live long after this battle but once the dragons were gone, Harry would be free to pursue him.

He shoved Hermione forward against the stick of the broom, tearing at her clothing. “I can still manage this!”

He began to take them down, near the edge, where no one fought. Where no one could see or hear.

They landed and he shoved her hard, spitting a stunning curse at her. She glared at him so bravely. He smiled at it.

"Brave one aren't you?" he asked softly, "So this is why the dogs keep you". She stiffened slightly as he moved beside her, pulling her brown curls away from her face.

He smiled cruelly, "Don't be afraid, it won‘t hurt…too much". He snapped an order and a magical collar was snapped in place around her neck, the chain pulling roughly until she knelt before him. “You recall these chains?”

He tipped her face up and stared at her lovely visage. He knew that given an opportunity she'd kill him and flee. It only made her more tasty to him. His hand fumbled with the ties of his robes.

Hermione felt revulsion move through her, she knew what he wanted. Harry, Draco... forgive me'

"Now be a good bitch and convince me not to kill you here" he crooned. Hermione swallowed hard, fighting over the rising bile.

Then his hand fisted in the back of her head enough to make her gasp and his length was there. She gagged as he hit the back of her throat, her eyes tearing in reflex. "Make it good or I will slaughter your friends and bathe you with the tatters of their flesh" he threatened.

Hermione closed her eyes as he forced her head and up and down along his length. Her whimpers and soft sobs soon lost in the terrible slurping. She needed air and he seemed to not care. She wanted her loves, she wanted Draco and Harry and she began to wonder if they’d come soon.

Surely they would notice her absence. Wouldn’t they?

Voldemort growled in primal pleasure. While the bitch was not willing, he was able to enjoy her enough. He knew that she thought of the others. That the tears cascading from her eyes were so much more than physical discomfort. And she did it all to postpone the suffering of her friends

She needed air desperate now and fought against him, giving muffled mewling cries.

The bastard reveled in the cries and it gave him the last ounce of pleasure he needed. His whole body seemed to convulse and he arched against her, his fists holding her to him as he emptied himself into her mouth, the massive amount spilling back up and out of her parted lips. It dribbled down her chin and throat, catching in her hair.

With a shout of exultation he threw her limp form from him. He sank back against the wall his legs slightly twitching. He smiled over at the weeping Hermione. "I think you’ll make an excellent playmate" he told her.

He watched her heave and vomit in the corner and laughed at her, before kicking her onto her back and straddling her. “Oh you will learn to like it” he told her coldly, shoving her torn robes up around her waist and yanking his own to the side.

She screamed as she felt him pierce her and suddenly there was light. Brilliant white light all around them. Like a beacon and his thrusting, grotesque form was forced off her. He scrambled back to her but the light repelled him. Like a shield.

Harry took note of the light, “He’s there!” he shouted.

Draco cleanly snapped the neck of the other dragon and leapt after him.

Harry had him at sword and wand point, his green eyes taking in the bloody, dirty battered Hermione on the ground.

“What did you do to her?” Harry demanded.

Voldemort crudely stroked himself, “Just made sure she cleaned the cock she’d be riding later”.

At his words Hermione vomited again, the shield faltering.

“Hold your concentration” Harry shouted to her, hoping to all the powers that be, that she would be able to.

Voldemort threw his wand arm out and like so many times before he engaged Harry’s magic. The wands locked in ferocious battle. Red and green streams of light hissing, snapping, popping against one another.

Hermione tried to keep her eyes opened, tried to focus. Her body hurt and while she was certain that Voldemort had not reached his peak, part of her was terrified that he had done much more than violate her.

She watched transfixed, not even understand how much time was passing as the two dark lords battled.

“Can’t go on this way. One will tire before the other, might be Harry” .

Suddenly there was a great wind and Voldemort shrieked. Black talons imbedded in his body. A great tail, looking much like a silver spear pushed through his chest from behind.

“Now Harry!” Draco shouted.

“Avada Kedavra!”

Voldemort managed to spit one final hex and it zinged past Draco’s large form to strike Hermione. The shield having fallen mere moments before.

Then he died.

And then. Just like that. It was over.

Time slowed, sound stopped. It all became surreal.

Harry rushed to Hermione’s side as she bled. The last curse from Voldemort’s lips had been the weapon created by her own beloved Snape. Sectumsempra. She couldn’t help but think that it was somehow fitting.

Her body was torn and ragged, her breathing growing faint and distant.

Luna was shouting over the slow heaviness that seemed to capture them all the Draco was out of time.

He fell with a large crash to the floor, serpentine nose inches from Hermione. Luna pulled that large head toward her as best she could, uttering every incantation she knew.

And Harry wept as the mediwitches took Mione from him. As he looked at Draco’s great form. “If only you had changed sooner!”

Large eyes met his, “Had... to save…her”