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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
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10
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Lucius
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Lucius
Written by Justin Taylor Thompson, Esquire
I arrived in time to see the newest of the court appointed therapist having everyone sit in a circle. When asked what I (Justin Taylor Thompson) was doing there, I informed the man that I was Mr. Malfoy’s attorney and I would be answering any and all questions in his stead. I looked over to Mr. Malfoy and found him looking over to the couple (Miss Granger & Mr. Snape) with an air of envy. Though why, I’ll never know.
“Hand the paper over to Mr. Malfoy, Mr. Thompson.”
I looked to the Therapist and blinked at him. “What? I told you…”
“And I’m telling you that if Mr. Malfoy doesn’t do his own writing from now on that I will be tacking on another six months of anger therapy to his existing sentence he was given when he hexed those shopkeepers.”
Lord Malfoy leaned over and hissed, “Do something. I don’t care what.”
“Very well,” I hissed back, standing up. “Seeing as Lord Malfoy doesn’t have a dicta-quill handy and he will more than likely not take dictation himself as he thinks it beneath him, could I possibly continue on with this until such time as he can arrange for…”
“Yes, yes, of course,” the Therapist said, looking over to Mr. Malfoy who was still watching Miss Granger. “Mr. Malfoy, do you like her?”
“Who are you speaking of?” Lord Malfoy asked, looking to the beanpole of a man.
“There’s only one woman in the room, Lucius. Take a wild guess,” Severus snapped at his friend. “He’s jealous!”
“Not likely,” Hermione said. “More than anything it’s probably because I said I would rather have you than him. He’s never had anyone say that before.”
“Were you sexually involved with Mr. Malfoy?” the Therapist asked her.
“At the beginning of Severus’s and my relationship…” She looked over to Mr. Snape. “We invited Mr. Malfoy…”
“Hermione!” came from Ron and Harry.
“You aren’t my parents. So I would appreciate if you’d stop yelling my name at me as if I didn’t know it in the first place.” There was a heavy silence, Miss Granger looked back over to the Therapist. “I’m an adult. I’ve fought and killed in a war, I’ve picked up the pieces of those far more shattered than myself, and I’ve tried to deal with people who think that I should be the same exact person I was before it all happened.” She leaned back and shrugged. “The fact that I’ve had a few lovers doesn’t make me mentally unhinged.”
“I never would suggest it,” the Therapist answered.
Miss Granger took a breath and said, “Severus invited Lucius over after his wife and he split up. I wasn’t apposed to a threesome. It was lovely for a time. But it’s a tiresome thing and frankly I began to have feelings for Severus. I wanted time to explore them. I even told him so, but Lucius kept visiting. He even suggested that Severus wasn’t the right man for me. It’s not true, but I asked him what it would mean if we were together. He said that he would keep me in style. That he would get me my own flat and I would be his number one mistress.”
A groan went up from the other men there, knowing Hermione’s temper was flaring.
“A mistress,” she said, looking straight over to Mr. Malfoy who was blushing. “I am the only witch or wizard who has achieve the success that I have. I went to work at the Department of Mysteries directly from attaining my
record setting NEWTs and all I would be to you is a mistress?” She got up and slapped Mr. Malfoy across the face hard. “Any woman can be what you want, Lucius. You just want me because I’m no longer interested.”
“Wow,” Mr. George Weasley whispered to his twin. “Do you think we can make a mint if we wrote this out and sold it as one of those romance books Mum reads?” To which Mr. Fred Weasley shrugged.
“So what you’re saying is that you were with both of them at the same time?” Lord Black asked, sounded slightly taken aback. “Why didn’t you let me and Remus do the same?”
“Three reasons,” she replied. “One, Harry is your godson and frankly I’m not putting up with yet more drama from him. Two, the thought of being one of the many female centers for your man sandwich isn’t appealing in the least. And three, Severus and I have a deal. Or at least we did when before we became exclusive. He can’t sleep with Ginny Weasley, Lavender Brown, or Pansy Parkinson. And I can’t sleep with you, Ron, Harry, Remus, the twins…”
“No!” the Weasley twins exclaimed. “We want our turn!
“Oh shut it you two,” Mr. Snape said flatly. “Go on, Hermione.”
“Charlie, Bill, or the wizard that lives next door to me that sunbathes in the nude.” The young witch sighed dreamily. “True, he’s gay, but he is a big hunk of man eye candy if there ever was one.”
“What’s he’s name?” Mr. Potter asked, sounding a bit to interested.
Miss Granger went over to Mr. Potter and whispered it in his ear. He blinked at her in shock.
“But that’s…Are you sure it’s who…”
She nodded slowly, saying, “It’s him, I tell you.” Miss Granger looked straight over to the Therapist. “I’ve looked at that rock hard body of his for hours as he sunbathes. I’ve even seen him fuck what can only be called his boy-toy in his backyard…”
“Session over!” the Therapist exclaimed and ran out of the room.
“Oops, did I forget to mention that he is so buried in the proverbial closet that I doubt he could see the light of day?” she murmured, looking mischievous. “Must have slipped my mind!”
“You mean our therapist is gay?” Lord Black inquired.
“And what’s this about a closet?” Ron asked, looking around. “He was in the same room with us!”
Miss Granger looked at him with disbelief and muttered, “I am so happy I decided not to reproduce with you.”
“Come along, witch,” Mr. Snape said, taking her hand. “We can go over to the house to renegotiate our deal.”
NOTE TO THERAPIST—I AM SORRY TO SAY THAT I MUST RESIGN THE POST. THIS IS FOR NUMBEROUS PERSONAL REASONS NOT THE LEAST OF WHICH IS A PERSONAL INTEREST IN HARRY POTTER. HE HAS ASKED ME TO DINE WITH HIM AND I HAVE ACCEPTED. THANK YOU FOR THIS OPERTUNITY AND WITH ANY LUCK YOU WILL FIND SOMEONE ELSE TO WORK WITH THESE PEOPLE. THEY WEREN’T AS BAD AS I WAS LED TO BELIEVE. THANK MERLIN.
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Lucius
Written by Justin Taylor Thompson, Esquire
I arrived in time to see the newest of the court appointed therapist having everyone sit in a circle. When asked what I (Justin Taylor Thompson) was doing there, I informed the man that I was Mr. Malfoy’s attorney and I would be answering any and all questions in his stead. I looked over to Mr. Malfoy and found him looking over to the couple (Miss Granger & Mr. Snape) with an air of envy. Though why, I’ll never know.
“Hand the paper over to Mr. Malfoy, Mr. Thompson.”
I looked to the Therapist and blinked at him. “What? I told you…”
“And I’m telling you that if Mr. Malfoy doesn’t do his own writing from now on that I will be tacking on another six months of anger therapy to his existing sentence he was given when he hexed those shopkeepers.”
Lord Malfoy leaned over and hissed, “Do something. I don’t care what.”
“Very well,” I hissed back, standing up. “Seeing as Lord Malfoy doesn’t have a dicta-quill handy and he will more than likely not take dictation himself as he thinks it beneath him, could I possibly continue on with this until such time as he can arrange for…”
“Yes, yes, of course,” the Therapist said, looking over to Mr. Malfoy who was still watching Miss Granger. “Mr. Malfoy, do you like her?”
“Who are you speaking of?” Lord Malfoy asked, looking to the beanpole of a man.
“There’s only one woman in the room, Lucius. Take a wild guess,” Severus snapped at his friend. “He’s jealous!”
“Not likely,” Hermione said. “More than anything it’s probably because I said I would rather have you than him. He’s never had anyone say that before.”
“Were you sexually involved with Mr. Malfoy?” the Therapist asked her.
“At the beginning of Severus’s and my relationship…” She looked over to Mr. Snape. “We invited Mr. Malfoy…”
“Hermione!” came from Ron and Harry.
“You aren’t my parents. So I would appreciate if you’d stop yelling my name at me as if I didn’t know it in the first place.” There was a heavy silence, Miss Granger looked back over to the Therapist. “I’m an adult. I’ve fought and killed in a war, I’ve picked up the pieces of those far more shattered than myself, and I’ve tried to deal with people who think that I should be the same exact person I was before it all happened.” She leaned back and shrugged. “The fact that I’ve had a few lovers doesn’t make me mentally unhinged.”
“I never would suggest it,” the Therapist answered.
Miss Granger took a breath and said, “Severus invited Lucius over after his wife and he split up. I wasn’t apposed to a threesome. It was lovely for a time. But it’s a tiresome thing and frankly I began to have feelings for Severus. I wanted time to explore them. I even told him so, but Lucius kept visiting. He even suggested that Severus wasn’t the right man for me. It’s not true, but I asked him what it would mean if we were together. He said that he would keep me in style. That he would get me my own flat and I would be his number one mistress.”
A groan went up from the other men there, knowing Hermione’s temper was flaring.
“A mistress,” she said, looking straight over to Mr. Malfoy who was blushing. “I am the only witch or wizard who has achieve the success that I have. I went to work at the Department of Mysteries directly from attaining my
record setting NEWTs and all I would be to you is a mistress?” She got up and slapped Mr. Malfoy across the face hard. “Any woman can be what you want, Lucius. You just want me because I’m no longer interested.”
“Wow,” Mr. George Weasley whispered to his twin. “Do you think we can make a mint if we wrote this out and sold it as one of those romance books Mum reads?” To which Mr. Fred Weasley shrugged.
“So what you’re saying is that you were with both of them at the same time?” Lord Black asked, sounded slightly taken aback. “Why didn’t you let me and Remus do the same?”
“Three reasons,” she replied. “One, Harry is your godson and frankly I’m not putting up with yet more drama from him. Two, the thought of being one of the many female centers for your man sandwich isn’t appealing in the least. And three, Severus and I have a deal. Or at least we did when before we became exclusive. He can’t sleep with Ginny Weasley, Lavender Brown, or Pansy Parkinson. And I can’t sleep with you, Ron, Harry, Remus, the twins…”
“No!” the Weasley twins exclaimed. “We want our turn!
“Oh shut it you two,” Mr. Snape said flatly. “Go on, Hermione.”
“Charlie, Bill, or the wizard that lives next door to me that sunbathes in the nude.” The young witch sighed dreamily. “True, he’s gay, but he is a big hunk of man eye candy if there ever was one.”
“What’s he’s name?” Mr. Potter asked, sounding a bit to interested.
Miss Granger went over to Mr. Potter and whispered it in his ear. He blinked at her in shock.
“But that’s…Are you sure it’s who…”
She nodded slowly, saying, “It’s him, I tell you.” Miss Granger looked straight over to the Therapist. “I’ve looked at that rock hard body of his for hours as he sunbathes. I’ve even seen him fuck what can only be called his boy-toy in his backyard…”
“Session over!” the Therapist exclaimed and ran out of the room.
“Oops, did I forget to mention that he is so buried in the proverbial closet that I doubt he could see the light of day?” she murmured, looking mischievous. “Must have slipped my mind!”
“You mean our therapist is gay?” Lord Black inquired.
“And what’s this about a closet?” Ron asked, looking around. “He was in the same room with us!”
Miss Granger looked at him with disbelief and muttered, “I am so happy I decided not to reproduce with you.”
“Come along, witch,” Mr. Snape said, taking her hand. “We can go over to the house to renegotiate our deal.”
NOTE TO THERAPIST—I AM SORRY TO SAY THAT I MUST RESIGN THE POST. THIS IS FOR NUMBEROUS PERSONAL REASONS NOT THE LEAST OF WHICH IS A PERSONAL INTEREST IN HARRY POTTER. HE HAS ASKED ME TO DINE WITH HIM AND I HAVE ACCEPTED. THANK YOU FOR THIS OPERTUNITY AND WITH ANY LUCK YOU WILL FIND SOMEONE ELSE TO WORK WITH THESE PEOPLE. THEY WEREN’T AS BAD AS I WAS LED TO BELIEVE. THANK MERLIN.
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