a deadly, poetic infection (sappholococcus) wrote in hp_traditions, @ 2008-05-25 20:40:00 |
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Entry tags: | lucius/hermione/severus, nc17 |
Happy Traditions, everyone!
Title: Unlikely Bedfellows, Part 3
Author: cmwinters
Gift For: all fest participants! [original recipient] wanted hurt/comfort, D/s with spanking and femmedom, threesome, Eastern Europan Summer Solstice/Festival of St. John the Baptist, Saturnalia/Yule, Lammas/First Fruits, anything Jewish and/or anything Christian. Er, I tried.
Pairing(s): Lucius/Hermione/Severus, Lucius/Severus
Summary: Hermione finds herself in a strange alliance with the Malfoy family when it's discovered that Snape is alive and in desperate need of immediate medical attention
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: BDSM, hurt/comfort, slightly dominant female, threesome, some homosexual themes although I wouldn't strictly call it "slash"
Author's notes: I hope the beginning isn't too entirely boring. I tried to set it up for something plausible. The muse went on the warpath here. *stabs her with a rusty titanium spork*
Part 1
Part 2
Hermione grabbed her beaded bag and frowned at it. After a year gallivanting all about England in various weather, the it was quite battered and unflattering. After a moment's hesitation (it's not as if she'd use it at another wedding, she finally reasoned), she waved her wand and transfigured it into something a little more practical-looking, and much less abused.
After a well-earned rest, she'd gone shopping for some essentials. A brand new toothbrush, a new tube of her favourite toothpaste, and her trusted brand of shampoo and conditioner were in the bag, along with a new set of pyjamas, nearly indecently short pants and a camisole top. If she had to expose skin to Snape to get him well, she would, but lying naked next to him without his permission seemed like something he'd hex her for later. If she were lucky.
With a soft crack, she arrived in the Malfoy sitting room, and with eyes averted she made her way quickly to the stairs and down the hall. She tapped lightly on the closed guest room door, and when Narcissa's voice called out, she entered.
"Good morning," Narcissa said, smiling at her as she rose from the bed. "Have you eaten?"
Hermione smiled back and nodded. "I'm all set. I even brought a book!"
"Oh, speaking of which, you may feel free to read anything in our library. I apologise for not mentioning it earlier — it slipped my mind."
Hermione nodded. "That's understandable. Um . . . " she hedged, with a pensive glance at the unconscious man on the bed. "Has, um, has anything changed?"
Narcissa shook her head. "No; I don't expect it will for a week at least."
"Okay," Hermione said, twisting her hair into a knot and poking her wand through it to hold it. "I have a few questions, if you don't mind?"
"Not at all."
"Um, how often are we feeding him and giving him water?"
"Every eight hours. The elf will come with it. You know how to administer the food, I assume?"
Hermione nodded. "I wonder if we should give him vitamins?" she mumbled.
"Vitum . . . what?"
"Oh; they're little Muggle pills with . . . well . . . stuff your body needs. We could grind them up fine in a pestle and mix it in with his food. He's so thin, and he doesn't look healthy at all! Apart from the blood loss and the snake bite, I mean."
"Would it conflict with his potions?"
"I don't know; I'll look into it. One day without them — the vitamins, I mean — is not going to kill him. So you give the potions with the food? Before or after?"
"This one before," Narcissa pointed at the blue vial on the dresser. "These two, after."
"And, erm, how are you handling bathroom issues?"
"Oh. You can get up long enough to use the bathroom, unless you're not feeling well, in which case, you should probably tell us in advance and not come at all. You can be gone about fifteen minutes, but don't shower or anything because the water will make your skin cold."
"No, no, I mean, for him!"
"Oh. Sorry," Narcissa laughed and lifted the blankets. The only part of Snape's painfully thin body which was covered was his groin. "He's dressed in — well, don't tell him this, because I'm sure he'll strangle us all with his bare hands — an adult-sized nappy. Wizard ones can be charmed to automatically change as necessary. It's much cleaner that way, and while he's unconscious, something of a necessity."
"That's an excellent idea. I can't imagine he'd be terribly delighted about us doing it for him," Hermione opined, cringing. "I — just one other thing?"
Narcissa looked expectantly at Hermione.
"Is it going to be a problem when my menstrual cycle starts? Will I have to take the week off or anything?"
"That's a good question, but no. In fact, it's likely to help him, as you have a little more power during that time. It's really too bad we can't coordinate our schedules to be opposite each other, but there isn't time."
Hermione nodded and slipped into bed, and pulled out her book.
Narcissa paused before leaving. "Hermione, I know that you've known Severus for many years, and I am quite certain you're well aware that he's an intensely private man. Please, I crave your pardon for this one thing: do not tell him about Lucius' indecorous behaviour in revealing information about Severus' private life. I realise he needs to be told, but I would prefer to do the telling."
Hermione couldn't very well imagine a discussion with Snape about his past sexual exploits between him and Lucius, and him and Narcissa (or was it him and Lucius and Narcissa? asked a nasty little voice in the back of her mind, which she swiftly strangled), and she agreed immediately. "Oh, of course. I think if I were him I would prefer such a disclosure come from one of the involved parties, anyway."
"Thank you," Narcissa replied, smiling warmly. "Draco has taken Lucius to Diagon Alley to get a new wand, and I'll be paying a visit to my mother. If you need anything, call the elf. He's been instructed to heed all your requests. But please, don't try to free him, we do need him right now! And if Severus awakes, summon the elf; he'll come get us immediately. But I don't expect him to wake."
"All right," Hermione replied. "Um, one thing?" she said, catching Narcissa right before she disappeared through the door. "I sent an owl to Harry and Ron; I wanted to let them know I'm all right and researching the best way to recover my parent's memories and that I might be gone for some time. I don't expect them to reply, but they may. I didn't tell them I was here, though," she stressed.
"That's fine," Narcissa reassured her. "You can tell them you're here."
Hermione considered refusing, knowing the boys would not react well to her being at Malfoy Manor (and who could blame them, really?), but something told her to hold her tongue. Instead, she nodded and settled in for a long afternoon and evening of reading.