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The Threesome in the Dungeon	By : TheLadyMiya Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 39460 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-The Threesome in the Dungeon
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Hello everybody! This is just another little twisted one-short from me. For all of you who are wondering, I am planning to post a new long story, but don’t expect to see it until the end of this year. I’m very busy in school right now! I’d like to thank Nerys who helped out with this, coming with some suggestions and pointing out a few errors. The errors still there are just mine. I’m bad at finding them, but I hope it won’t destroy the story. Enjoy!

All Hermione wants is to get some extra study done. Professor Snape has other ideas. So does his guest.

The threesome in the dungeon

It was the last week of May. Hermione Granger lay tossing and turning in her bed at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It was half past four in the morning but she couldn’t sleep. In just two days, her OWL exams would begin and she was terribly nervous on whether or not she knew everything she needed. Hadn’t Professor McGonagall mentioned something about a clothes-changing spell just the other month? Alright, it had been about some wizards who faked old rags to look like Muggle high-fashion clothes and then sold them very expensive and McGonagall had only mentioned it in an ethic-way. But what if Hermione was mistaken? What if McGonagall would test them on just that thing? Then Hermione wouldn’t know what to do at all!

Giving up any thoughts of sleep, Hermione left bed and got dressed as quietly as she could. Her fellow classmates were all sleeping peacefully. Hermione scowled. How could they sleep when they were just days away from exams that would determine their future? Grabbing her books, she went down to the common room and started to search for a clothes-changing spell. Half an hour later she growled frustrated. Apparently none of her books seemed to think clothes-changing spells were important enough to write down. There was only one mentioning of it under the chapter Transformation of Appearance, but even there, the author just said that if you didn’t have time to buy new clothes, a simple clothes-changing spell could do. The problem was that Hermione had never read “a simple clothes-changing spell”. How could she have missed that?

Looking at her watch she realised it was just five in the morning. Breakfast would start at seven and it was usually when most people left their common room. But was it forbidden to leave the common room earlier? It was, of course curfew after ten, or eleven on weekends, but when was it okay to start studying in the morning? No one had ever told her that. But it was starting to get light outside… surely no one would blame her for walking to the library in the bright morning? If some teacher did see her, they would probably understand that she wanted to study for her OWLs, right? Yes, of course they would. Teachers always liked study-motivated students.

Her mind set on the library, she left the common room with her bag over her shoulder. The castle was very quiet this early in the morning and she enjoyed it. That meant nothing would be bothering her studying.

She had just reached the library and was about to open the door when she heard footsteps. Her hand was on the doorknob when Professor Severus Snape turned the corner. Hermione cursed silently. Professor Snape was the meanest teacher at Hogwarts and least likely to understand her need to study.

“Miss Granger,” he said with an unpleasant smile. “Please explain what you think you are doing?”

“I came to study, sir,” she answered truthfully. “McGonagall mentioned this spell and I couldn’t find it in my own books so I went here too…”

He held up her hand, silencing her. “I have no doubt your excuse is perfectly rehearsed. But students aren’t supposed to wander the halls in the middle of the night, which you very well know.”

Hermione glanced out the window where the sky was turning brightly blue. “But sir, its morning.”

Snape’s eyes narrowed. “Talking back too, are we? Well, then Miss Granger, if you feel so well rested I think you can handle a detention right away, don’t you?”

“But sir, I really need to study!” Hermione said in a whiny kind of way.

“Ten points from Gryffindor, Miss Granger. If you complain again, it will be twenty. Now follow me, I have cauldrons that needs to be clean for my first lesson at nine.” He beckoned for her to follow him.

Hermione felt very miserable as she walked down to the dungeons of Hogwarts. It was probably not forbidden at all to walk to the library before breakfast. If it was, Snape would most likely have tried to get her expelled instead of just cleaning cauldrons for a couple of hours. Nevertheless, five years with Snape as her teacher had taught her it was useless to point out how unfair he was. He would only remove more points. If just the detention could be a little more interesting than cleaning! Although she knew a detention was not meant to be funny, she couldn’t help but to let her thoughts travel to a forbidden place. This summer Hermione had realised something quite disturbing and yet exciting about herself; she liked it when people controlled her. Really liked it.

She had been staying at Grimmauld Place with the Weasleys and for some reason, she and Ginny Weasley had decided to find out what Fred and George were working on. The twins had been mysterious for days and the girls were sure they were working on some experiment. One evening, they sneaked in to the twins’ room, but they hadn’t been able to find anything before the twins suddenly Apparated in. Ginny had squealed and run away, Fred just behind, trying to catch her. Hermione had tried to run away, but George grabbed her from behind and kept her hands locked. Immediately, her heart speeded up and she felt her lower region throb. George had not been happy and roughly asked her what they had done.

She never found out what they had been hiding, but for weeks afterward she dreamt how George forced himself upon her, fucking her. Unfortunately, George had come up to her just before they headed back to Hogwarts and apologised for hurting her that night. It had crushed all her dreams of him dominating her and when she got at Hogwarts her mind had subconsciously tried to find someone else to dream these disturbing but oh, so arousing dreams.

At Hogwarts there was really just one who fell under the category of really dominating male; the Potions Master. The dreams she had about him were mostly about how he found her doing something naughty and gave her a detention where all sorts of sexual things happened.

So, if it weren’t because Hermione really wanted to study, she may have become horny of the thought of being on detention with Professor Snape. But she was too stressed to be horny! It would just be very, very bad if Snape realised that she had those thought. She knew he could see into other people’s mind…

Alas, she kept her head down when she entered the Potions classroom. It wasn’t until Snape stopped abruptly that she looked up. She was very surprised to see that someone else was already standing in the classroom. It was a tall figure clad in a long black cloak with the hood drawn up, hiding the face.

Whoever it was, Snape seemed to recognise him or her because he said. “Please step into my office, Miss Granger here has earned herself a detention. I’ll be with you shortly.”

The hood nodded and walked through a back door.

Snape turned to Hermione again, for some reason looking very annoyed. “Begin with those cauldrons over there. No magic!” He pointed and followed the other person into the office, closing the door.

Hermione looked at the cauldrons she was supposed to clean. Most of them were covered with some green-gray fur-like substance she really didn’t want to touch. She looked at the door instead. Why did someone want to meet Snape this early in the morning? She felt incredibly curious and she just couldn’t stop herself from tiptoeing toward the door. Pressing her ear against it she heard the sound of voices. Before she could stop herself and think about the consequences, she had reached down in her bag, fishing up a pair of Extendable Ears. George may not be sexual appealing to her anymore, but he and Fred really managed to do some useful things.

Putting one end inside her ear, she could hear what was said on the other side of the door clearly.

“… could easily have transported it to you instead. I simply do not understand why you took time to break in here.” That was Snape’s voice. He sounded very annoyed.

“The so called security around Hogwarts is no problem for me, Severus.” The other voice was also male, but much higher. It made the hair at the back of Hermione’s neck rise.

“I know, my Lord,” Snape answered. “But if someone would see you here…”

Hermione let the plug drop from her ear. My Lord? There were no real Lords in the wizarding world. The only one calling himself a Lord was… Voldemort. Hermione gulped. Oh no, this wasn’t good. Not good at all. If they knew she had been listing to them they would…

Just then the door opened. Hermione stood frozen with the Extendable Ears still in her hand. Snape was looking at her, Voldemort, still with the hood over his head was standing right behind him.

Snape snatched her bag and the Ears from her, his eyes narrowing furiously when he recognised it for what it was. “Miss Granger! What on earth possessed you to…?”

Voldemort placed a hand on Snape’s shoulder. “How much did she hear?”

Hermione opened her mouth to answer, but Snape grabbed her face and forced her to look him directly in his eyes. Since she had never got to practise Occlumency, it was not hard for him to break into her mind and see what she had heard. The problem for Hermione was that she couldn’t stop herself from thinking how very much this reminded her of one of her wet dreams which gave Snape a lot more information than she found comfortable.

When he let go, Hermione swayed backwards against a desk. Her head was spinning and her ears were buzzing. It took a couple of minutes to pass and when she looked up again, Voldemort had removed the clock. His pale, snakelike face could make anyone scream of fright, but Hermione just gulped again. All thoughts of how much she needed to study had disappeared. Instead she was wondering if she would live long enough to sit through her OWLs at all.

Voldemort came up to her and snapped his fingers. Ropes appeared, tying her hands together at her back. “Miss Granger. What a pleasure to meet you here.” He reached inside her robe and removed her wand. “You won’t need this. However, if you are a very, very good girl I may give it back to you.” He smirked and placed two fingers under her chin. “Do you think you can be a good girl?”

Hermione pressed her lips together. “I’m not telling you anything about Harry, if that’s what you want!” Really, what else could she say?

Voldemort sighed and let go of her. “I see. Well, if you want to be a naughty girl, you will be punished like one. Severus?”

Then Hermione remembered her Professor. He was looking at her with a strange gleam in his eyes that she had never seen before. Like some sort of predator.

“I believe since she is your student, you should be the one to begin the punishment. Does Hogwarts still distribute spankings?” Voldemort asked in a lazy sort of tone.

“Quite seldom, but I believe this may be such a moment,” Snape answered smoothly.

“Excellent.” Voldemort pointed at her school robe with his wand, making it fly off her. Underneath she was wearing a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. Voldemort smacked his lips. “That is hardly a good outfit for a spanking. Verto induviae!” Waving his wand again, he changed her jeans to a skirt.

Hermione realised with some distress that this must be a clothes-changing spell. Well, now she was not likely to ever forget it. Looking down she spotted an old fashion, wide, gray skirt that stopped mid-thigh. She didn’t have time to wonder why he had changed her jeans to a skirt before Snape had grabbed her and pulled her down horizontally over his lap. She let out a yelp.

“You may scream all you want, Miss Granger,” Snape mumbled. “No one will hear you except us.”

Hermione tried to struggle out his lap. He just chuckled and she heard how Voldemort uttered another spell. When it hit her, Hermione gasped. Her whole body felt ultra sensitive, especially her breasts which were pressed against one of Snape’s legs and her sex. She let out a wince when Snape started to lift her skirt. The material caressed her leg in an all too pleasuring way and she couldn’t do anything to stop him. Her hands were still tied at her back and he was holding her down. That thought made her cunt start to leak. Oh, this was so humiliating and disturbingly sexy.

“I think we will begin with twenty-five,” Voldemort said softly somewhere behind her.

Before Hermione had time to brace herself, Snape’s hand had come down on her arse with a clash. She let out a small moan. Damn, that felt so painfully nice. Another clash came down on her other cheek and Hermione moaned again. Hell this was so humiliating! Why was she moaning? Her body just felt so much! Three more spanks came down and she was almost going mad with how much she was feeling. And just the thought that she couldn’t do anything about it made her knickers well drenched. When Snape’s hand came down for the sixth time, Hermione tried to spread her legs just a little in hope his hand would touch her in the place she felt needed it the most.

She was lucky. The side of his hand brushed against her folds and Hermione thought she would pass out for the pleasuring pain.

Over her, Snape stopped the spanking. She didn’t know what he was doing, but after a moment his finger came down, stroking her knickers very lightly. She shuddered with pleasure.

“It would appear Miss Granger likes our treatment,” Snape noted with a pleased tone.

“Perhaps you should try harder,” Voldemort suggested. “This is supposed to be a punishment.”

One part of Hermione was deeply embarrassed. So embarrassed that she just wanted to die. Another part on the other hand was moaning in pleasure over the thought of what sorts of naughtiness these two evil wizards could do with her. Merlin, it made it even more confusing because it was Snape who did this to her. How would she be able to face him in class after this? If she would ever see a class again after this…

Her thoughts stopped when his hand came down at her backside again, much harder than before. Now it was actually more painful than pleasuring. Her moaning changed to wincing and for every spank it became more painful. She didn’t want to think about what colour her arse had now.

After the fifteenth he stopped and Hermione realised that Voldemort was talking. “I think those panties will just get in the way now, Severus. Remove them.”

Hermione’s breath hitched when she felt Snape’s fingers at the hem of knickers. He pulled them down quickly and the cold air of the dungeons felt so nice against her burning backside and still very wet cunt. Snape traced her backside with one finger and it made her want to bulge against his leg. What stopped her was the feeling of another hand upon her red cheeks. This hand was thin and cold and Hermione stopped breathing over the pleasure.

“I think we will proceed a little different.” Voldemort’s hands wandered up to her waist and he lifted her up from Snape’s lap.

Since her legs felt like spaghetti, she was very glad he kept a tight hold of her as Snape stood. Through half-closed eyes she could see that Snape’s face was slightly pink and his robe was tenting in an all too telling way. When Voldemort forced her to move forward, she could feel something hard against her backside as well.

Voldemort finally pushed her, stomach first, over a desk. He untied her hand just so he could tie them over her head instead. Her legs were then spread and tied to the legs of the table. Hermione couldn’t move at all and she was once again battling herself on whether she found this exciting or mortifying.

“I think this will be more effective if we spank her at the same time,” Voldemort said mildly.

With that, her skirt was lifted again and Hermione screamed every time their hands came down on her tormented buttocks. But once and again, their fingers would brush against her pussy and she would bulge, trying to ease the tension that was rising in her sex.

After the last stroke, Voldemort let his fingers trace over her opening before he finally dipped one digit inside her. Hermione didn’t now if it was because the spell he had put on her before or if she was just that twisted, but she climaxed instantly and forcefully. Voldemort chuckled in delight.

“Who would have known such a naughty girl hid among the Gryffindors?” he remarked.

He undid her ties, but she had no energy to rise. She just fell down from the desk, landing on her knees. When she sat back on her arse, she let out small yelp. Circe, that stung!

“You want her, don’t you?” Voldemort asked Snape.

“Yes, my Lord,” Snape’s voice was rough with lust.

Voldemort grasped Hermione’s bushy hair and pulled her head up. Hermione met his gaze, wondering what would happen now.

“Take him in your mouth,” Voldemort ordered.

Hermione watched nervously as Snape started to undo her robe. Oh, Merlin, was she supposed to perform sex orally on her Professor? Sure, she had had one or two dreams about that too, but to actually do it in real life… she didn’t know if she was looking forward to it or not. She was a twisted, twisted girl.

“Lay down,” Voldemort said to Snape and conjured up a mattress on the floor. Snape had undone his robe now and looked very excited in his own scowling way.

Voldemort pulled Hermione on her hair so she had to crawl on top of her Professor, her legs on the outside of his. She opened up his pants and took out the eager cock inside. She estimated it to be about seven inches long and quite thick. A little precum was already leaking out from the tip and as she decided it was best to start right away to get it over with. She licked off the tip and Snape threw his head back with a groan. He didn’t taste too bad, just salty. As she took the head into her mouth, she felt Voldemort lifting up her backside so she was standing on her knees. His fingers came to her pussy again and this time they focused on her clit.

Hermione moaned around Snape’s cock and let her mouth wander downward until she felt like she couldn’t take anymore, then she removed her mouth from him and licked his whole hardness instead. But she stopped and let out a gasp when she felt something much bigger than a finger touch her pussy.

Snape, who didn’t want the pleasuring to stop, nudged her hair. Hermione quickly took him in her mouth again and moved her hand so she could stroke the part she couldn’t reach with her mouth. However, she accidently swallowed the whole thing when Voldemort pushed into her in one forceful trust. Snape and Voldemort both groaned of pleasure as Hermione struggled to catch her breath. Merlin, Voldemort’s cock was huge! Her pussy felt so full it was almost painful. But just almost. She was so wet he could slide in easily.

Voldemort started to move in short, fast strokes. Hermione moaned every time his balls slapped against her clit and sucked greedily on Snape’s cock. Her hand found his sacs and she started to massage them. Snape grabbed her hair and pushed her head down against him when he started to get close to his climax. When he came, Hermione came as well, for a second time. Voldemort slowed down and pulled her upper body up as well so she was leaning against his back. Like a vampire, he started to nibble and suck her neck. His hands came up to her breasts which he started to massage through the t-shirt. Hermione moaned and closed her eyes, enjoying every moment.

His cock still moving in and out of her, his mouth travelled up to her ear.

“Remember what I said would happen if someone else touched you,” he whispered.

“Yes,” she breathed.

His hand travelled down to hers and she felt her wand appear in her hand. She opened her eyes and saw Snape lie with his eyes closed and mouth slack.

Speeding up the strokes inside her again, Voldemort moved their hands so the wand was pointing at Snape’s unknowing form.

“Feel it with me,” Voldemort whispered. Hermione felt like she melted into his body. “Avada Kedavra!”

Hermione didn’t even know which one of them spoke the words. Snape didn’t have time to open his eyes before he was dead. Voldemort muttered another spell and the body disappeared forever.

They fell down on the now empty mattress and Voldemort started to move even faster. His hand came down to her clit, manipulating it until Hermione was pushed over the edge for the third time this morning. He quickly followed her and for a moment they just lay there together, enjoying the afterglow.

“Did you really go up this early to study?” Her lover for the past five months suddenly asked.

“Of course,” she answered. “McGonagall mentioned this spell and I…”

He chuckled. “I believe you. Well, I’m glad you did. This was a much more pleasuring way to kill Severus than I first had thought it would be.”

“I didn’t realise you would kill him so soon,” she confessed.

Voldemort slid out from her and turned her around so he could look at her. “You are much more valuable than he is, Hermione. No one knows your mine. But it was only a matter of time before he realised that you had switched sides. I didn’t want him to spread his suspicions.”

Hermione sighed and nuzzled her nose against his arms. Ever since she realised she wanted someone to dominate her, she had dreamt about different dominating male. She hadn’t realised how much she wanted to find a dominating partner in real life until the Christmas break when he had come to kill her and her parents. During the “questioning” he had found out her secret desire and they had made a deal. Her total devotion in exchange for the lives of herself and her parents. The sex was his way to keep her obedient. Because now Hermione had tasted it and she was a slave under her desire.

“Will you take Snape’s place for the rest of the term now?” Hermione asked with unhidden eagerness.

He chuckled. “Of course. I want to be close to my favourite spy.” He kissed her forehead before he rose. “That was why you listened at the door before, I take?”

“I just thought it was suspicious and I knew you would like to hear about it,” she confessed and smiled up at him.

“That’s my girl,” he purred and helped her up. “Now, you will come to me tonight and if anyone asks you’ll just say you are having a detention. I will, after all, have to punish you for taking someone else’s sperm and for dreaming about someone other than me.”

Hermione smiled at him as she gathered her things, although not bothering to find her knickers. They would just get drenched again as she spent the rest of the day thinking about how Voldemort would punish her. Pointing at the skirt she mumbled “Verto induviae!” and was very pleased when the skirt turned back to the jeans she had worn before.

With a smiling bow toward Voldemort she turned around and left the classroom. Well, at least she had learned the spell she had left her bed for!
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