wl_mods (wl_mods) wrote in wizard_love, @ 2011-03-09 00:18:00 |
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Entry tags: | *fic, 2011, hermione, lucius, snape |
Special delivery for luciannamalfoy
Title: The Auction
Author/Artist:
Recipient's LJ name: luciannamalfoy
Pairing(s): Severus Snape/Hermione Granger/Lucius Malfoy
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Little did she know that agreeing to be auctioned off for charity would lead to adventure and (cough).
Word Count: 9693
Warnings/Content: Threesome, double penetration, anal sex (not slash) (not that there’s anything wrong with that)
Disclaimer: Oh how I wish they were mine, but alas, they are not. No money is being made. I just like to take them out and give them a bit of fun.</b>
Author's/Artist's notes: This was so much fun to write! I am so upset that real life illness took so much writing time away. There is still one date left to be written, but I ran out of time for the fest. It will be written and added on once the fest is over. Hugs and long, wet snogs to my gorgeous betas.
Hermione finished her calculations, frowned, crumpled the parchment and threw it across her office. The door opened just as the ball of parchment hit it, sending it back across the office where it bounced off the top of her desk.
Luna Lovegood-Malfoy poked her head inside. “Hello, Hermione—is this a bad time?”
Hermione waved the other woman in. “No, I just can’t seem to make the numbers add up the way they should today. They keep coming back to three or a multiple of three every time. Three has nothing at all to do with what I’m working on for the Ministry at the moment. So, it’s a bit annoying.”
“I see. Maybe it has something to do with you personally?”
Hermione had thought of that and dismissed it. “I doubt it. I’m sure I’ll figure it out eventually. Don’t take this the wrong way, Luna, but what brings you to my office this morning?”
Luna smiled. “I’ve come to remind you about the charity auction tonight.”
Hermione cocked her head to one side. “Charity auction?”
Luna laughed. “Hermione, you are such a kidder! You can’t make me believe you don’t remember the Witch and Wizard Auction to raise money for the Dumbledore Home for the Orphans of the Second War!”
“Come to think of it, I do remember reading something about it. Are you here for a donation?” Hermione bent to open the bottom drawer of her desk where she kept her purse.
Luna shook her head. “Well, you’ve already agreed to a donation of sorts—you agreed to be one of the auctionees.”
Hermione froze. “Luna—I would never agree to do something like that.”
“Oh, I know you wouldn’t—normally. That’s why I took Draco’s advice and asked you when you were in the Leaky Cauldron last month…you’d had enough to drink by then that you agreed. You said something about the auction being the only way you were going to get a date. Which is complete bollocks, of course.”
Hermione cast her mind back. The last time she had been at the Leaky Cauldron was the night she had finally given Ron the push for good. She had gone to the Leaky to celebrate or mourn or probably a combination of the two. A couple of bottles of champagne and she had been feeling very good. And she did dimly recall that Luna had come over…oh shit.
“Luna, you can’t hold me to a promise I made while I was drunk!”
Luna clapped her hands. “So, you do remember!”
Dread crawled up Hermione’s spine. “Luna—you wouldn’t…”
“Well, of course I would—we’ve already printed the notices in both the Quibbler and the Prophet. And there’s been loads of interest from eligible wizards.”
Hermione imagined Elphias Doge, groaned and covered her face with her hands. “Oh, no, no, no.”
“Come on, Hermione—where’s that famous Gryffindor courage?”
Hermione winced. When she spoke her voice was muffled by her hands. “Well, I suppose I can cope with the humiliation of parading myself in front of a crowd and being auctioned off to the highest bidder. And one date—I guess I can even deal with Elphias for one evening—”
“Hermione, I did tell you it was three dates.”
Luna’s cheery voice was making it hard to resist casting a Silencing charm. Followed by an Obliviate. Hermione groaned. “When did you become so Slytherin?”
Luna’s robes rustled when she stood. “Well, I suppose Draco has had an influence on me since we’ve been married. You will be fine! You are going to raise so much money for the orphans! I’ll see you at the Ministry ballroom at seven. Wear your best dress robes.”
The office door opened and shut. Hermione sat with her head in her hands for several minutes after Luna left, wondering if anyone would Avada Kedavra her and put her out of her misery before seven o’clock.