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Playing with Slytherins	By : onecelestialbeing Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 69049 -:- Recommendations : 7 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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"Harry, why in bloody hell did you drag us over here tonight?" Ron griped, looking supremely uncomfortable as he slipped one finger into the snug collar of his dress shirt, attempting to loosen it.

"Because," Harry replied, "Draco and I have something that we'd like to share with our friends and family, hence the reason why you and Hermione are here."

"Couldn't you have sorted this out with an owl, mate?" the redhead continued to complain. "You know I hate dressing up."

"Oh shut it, Ronald!" Hermione snapped, tired of her best friend's grumbling. She, too, was dressed in a slightly form-fitting cream silk sheath dress, and high heels. She had managed to wrestle her wayward curls back into some semblance of a French roll, securing it with her wand as well as half a dozen hairpins. Of course, Hermione would have preferred staying at home, curled up on the sofa with her book and bathrobe, just as she'd done nearly every weekend for the past year since breaking up with her fiancé.

Henry, her ex-fiancé, was a young man that she'd met through a friend of the family. They'd known each other as children, only seeing one another over the summer hols when Hermione had come home from Hogwarts. Things hadn't panned out between her and Ron, which was fine by Hermione, as they parted on mutual terms. It was when she was back at her parents, that her mum especially, kept fussing about her daughter only leaving to go to work and perhaps the odd outing with Harry, as she preferred to stay cooped up in her bedroom during her free time.

It was only when her mum began delicately hinting every other day that it would be nice to have grandchildren while she was still alive to see them, that Hermione relented to go out with Henry. She was positive that her mum had deliberately sent the young man to her house, beneath some guise that he'd come to visit her parents, as his light brown eyes were clearly set on their daughter.

Even though she was Muggle-born herself, Hermione found it strange going out with someone that she was unable to discuss anything remotely magical with. Still, he'd proved to be quite affable, and she actually grew to enjoy his company. They'd steadily dated for a couple of years, and when Hermione was twenty-eight, he'd proposed to her.

By then, Hermione had moved out of her parent's home, buying her own house a few neighborhoods away . She'd told Henry yes, even though inwardly she wasn't sure if she was ready to be married. Of course, her mum was thrilled, and had taken to sending away for all sorts of wedding catalogues, asking Hermione every other day when they were going to pick out her gown.

Hermione kept dithering about, never giving her mum an exact answer. She kept being mentally bombarded with a barrage of distressing thoughts. When Harry, Ron and the others had seen her ring, they all asked how was she planning on breaking the news to Henry that she was a witch. That had been one topic to bring her up short, and that was just the tip of the iceberg.

Henry still lived with his parents, and had a mum that doted upon her son at every chance. It might have been tolerable, but unlike her, Henry was an only child that was used to being spoilt. He thought nothing of crashing at her place at a whim, even when Hermione really wanted some time for herself. Then there was the issue of him being an outright slob. She thought she'd die when Henry propped his feet, dirty trainers and all, up on her coffee table next to her stack of books. On top of it all, he complained about her wanting to read in her spare time, suggesting that they go to the pub on the weekend.

Admittedly, Hermione was tired after working long hours at the Ministry, at the end of her days wanting nothing more than her ratty, carpet slippers and a cup of tea. Yet each Friday night, Henry would coax and wheedle, trying to convince Hermione to come out with him, until she finally relented.

It wasn't as if Hermione had anything against pubs, or going to see a film, or dancing; yet it seemed that each time they'd go out, the night would end with them meeting up with Henry's mates, all of whom seemed to have the affinity for sucking down large amounts of lager or whiskey. At first she'd been impressed by the fact that Henry and his friends had all gone to Eton, thinking that they would be at similar intellectual levels as her. However, she'd soon found out that the only thing they had in common was their shared species. There were more times than she cared to count that they'd either have to load one of his completely bladdered mates into a taxi, one time actually having to bring one back to her house.

Aaron was a mate of Henry's from Uni, and Hermione merely tolerated the bawdy young man. But when he'd became sick all over her couch and living room floor, proceeding to crawl to a clean stretch of the wooden parquet before passing out, did she put her foot down.

Henry had disappeared off to the bedroom when Hermione began her tirade, knowing that she was at the end of an already short tether. She'd surreptitiously used her wand to clean the entire area, accidentally-on-purpose kicked the deeply sleeping and loudly snoring Aaron in the head, before making her way to her own room.

It was nights like so that were becoming increasingly common. She'd begun yearning for the silly antics of Ron and Harry, and even Draco whom Harry had begun spending a lot of time with. At least she wouldn't have to hide her magic, or deal with loud, drunken jackasses that Henry's group of friends seemed to always consist of.

She'd finally got away that next morning, telling a grumbling Henry that complained about being woken at an early hour-even though it was past noon- that she was going out. Hermione met up with Ron, Harry, Draco and Ginny, and the five had lunch in Hogsmeade. She'd explained the situation to her friends, and Ron was the first to suggest that perhaps Henry wasn't ready to get married, hence the reason for the immature antics. Draco, in his blunt way, pointed out that Hermione was wasting her time and should just be done with it. By the time their meal was through, Hermione felt marginally light-hearted, and told her friends that they needed to meet up again.

A few weeks later, Hermione flatly refused to go to the pub with Henry, telling him that she was utterly knackered and just wanted to stay home. He'd sulked, yet still continued on his way, leaving behind a secretly pleased Hermione, perched on her couch with a, book in hand. He didn't show up until nearly sunrise, reeking of whiskey and cheap perfume. Hermione's sharp eyes also caught a hint of lipstick that lingered about near his mouth, the faint pink streaked appearance suggesting that it had been hastily wiped off. She'd stayed quiet, not even mentioning it after he'd woken up much later that afternoon.

If fighting in a notorious Wizarding war had taught her anything, it was that stealth was her forte. Hermione went on behaving as if everything was normal, politely suggesting that Henry go out with his friends, casually mentioning that she was going to stay in that next weekend. Little did he know that she was planning on showing up at his usual hangout after he'd left.

Predictable as possible, Henry was with his usual group of uncouth mates- each of them louder and more scurrilous than the next. Her brown eyes instantly honed in on a curvy young woman with short, dyed red hair, who was draped over Henry as if he had papers on him. His hand was perched atop of her scantily clad behind, seeming as if it was a common occurrence between the two. Only when they began a less appropriate public snogging, did Hermione turn on her heel and walk away.

She wasn't upset, or even sad in the least;- she was livid. Things hadn't been going well between the two, but he could have at least had the decency to be a man and tell her that he didn't want to marry her, instead of making her look like a fool. Hermione had gone to that very pub with Henry, many times in fact, that she'd grown to be on a first name basis with some of the bartenders, particularly a girl younger than she that was still in Uni. She was bartending to pay her way through school and the two often had a nice chat whilst Henry was off getting pissed with his friends. Everyone knew that they were engaged, and for him to publicly snog and grope another female was completely disrespectful.

Hermione returned home, promptly packing up Henry's belongings in a box, stuffing her engagement ring beneath the pile of clothes, and left everything in front of her door. Henry had a key to her house, yet she warded it with her wand so that only she would be able to enter. Scribbling a hasty note and leaving it on top of the box, she thought about going to her parents but knew that her mother would have a fit. Doing the next best thing, she Apparated to Grimmauld Place, asking a shocked Harry if he minded her staying for a night or two.

Knowing his best friend, as well as the livid visage on her face, Harry didn't ask questions, merely telling Hermione to make herself at home, and to let him know if she needed anything. She'd sought refuge in the old bedroom she'd used as a teenager, finding an old book to read whilst relishing the silence, shortly thereafter falling asleep.

That following Monday, Hermione borrowed Harry's owl, sending a note to work stating that she'd be taking a personal day. Harry explained that he'd also taken the day off, to help Hermione get things sorted at her house. She hadn't batted so much as an eyelash when Draco appeared, saying that he was going to come along as well.

The three covertly Apparated to her house, where Hermione promptly offered them tea before looking up a Muggle locksmith. Harry and Draco were lounging about her living room, Draco touching bits and bobs lying about, asking Harry what each item was. Harry patiently explained the function of everything, going so far as to laugh when Draco asked what the purpose of the pink and white ceramic figurine that Hermione had on her mantle was. Harry told him that it served no functional purpose, -it was just decorative, -continuing to laugh at the sneer on his face, when a loud banging suddenly issued from the front door.

The two wizards promptly opened the door, revealing a disheveled-looking Henry. He had the audacity to sneeringly look Harry and Draco up and down, before attempting to push his way past them and into the house.

Although both wizards had slight builds, they were stronger than they looked and easily impeded his progress. It was when Henry began yelling into the house that Hermione hung up her phone, and came running out of the kitchen, coolly eyeing her ex-fiancé that her friends refused to allow entry.

"Hermione, isn't this the bloke that you caught with some tart in the pub?" Draco asked, giving Henry the dirty eye.

"What are you playing at?" Harry chimed in, looking just as disgusted, "Did you think you'd screw around on our friend and we wouldn't find out about it?"

Henry had met the two once before, and they'd instantly taken a dislike towards him, even though they maintained an affable front. After that occurrence, and once he was no longer in their company, did Draco tell Hermione that he didn't like her fiancé. "I don't trust him," he commented, refusing to elaborate further.

"Why? He's nice!" Hermione had vehemently replied. "Don't you agree, Harry?" she asked, turning to her messy dark-haired friend, only for him to turn around and feign interest at something across the room. "Well, I don't know what you two are on about," she'd self-convincingly gone on. "I've known him since I was young; he's all right." Draco and Harry both harrumphed, yet remained silent.

Later that night, Henry, in his own brutish way, had told Hermione that he would have been able to take on both Draco and Harry in a fight. She'd looked at him as if he'd sprouted two extra heads, both eyebrows quirked and nearly lost in her mop of curls. He'd fallen silent at the dumbfounded expression on her face, and never mentioned her best friends again.

Now he was standing face to face with them, and found that they housed more strength in one of their hands than he did in his entire body. On his second attempt into the house, Draco easily overpowered the young man, rendering him helpless by pinning both arms behind his back, with Harry at his throat.

Harry and Draco then quietly told Henry in no uncertain terms what he could go and to do himself, and to get the hell away from Hermione's house. She strongly suspected that they'd also said something else, but purposely used hushed tones to keep her ignorant. Henry bore a frightened look on his face, to the point that Hermione thought he was going to wet himself. He finally relented, promising that he would leave her alone and wouldn't tell anyone anything, before scampering out of the door.

The two then laughed uproariously, falling over one another onto Hermione's couch. Draco suggested that the next man she choose be a wizard- one that had a constitution that didn't resemble a wet noodle. Hermione didn't want to laugh, but was unable to help herself, and collapsed onto the floor next to the couch, shrieking hysterically until her eyes were flooded with tears. To say that she felt a weight off her chest was an understatement. Of course, she'd have to deal with her parents, as well as Henry's parents, but she looked at it as water under the bridge.

Later that week, she'd told her mum what transpired, and she promptly stood up for her daughter, calling Henry a no good so-and-so, ranting and raving to her husband, seated in his armchair, merely peeking over his glasses, offering a brief, "You're absolutely right, love." Somewhat mollified, Hermione's mum then went off to the kitchen to put on the kettle for tea, still muttering to herself under her breath. Mr. Granger then asked what happened after Hermione caught Henry cheating. She went into the whole story about the box and warding her house, as well as Harry and Draco scaring him off. He laughed and calmly replied, "Good on you, love. Never let anyone use you as their doormat," before resuming his evening paper without another word.

Hermione had no trouble after that. Henry, nor his parents, had so much as contacted her, which suited her just fine. During her free time, Hermione sometimes went to her parents, the Burrow or Grimmauld Place, enjoying her leisure time with her friends. But mostly, she enjoyed reveling in the silence of her empty and once again, immaculate home. There were no dirty boots for her to trip over, and no biscuit crumbs littering the counter or hidden in the folds of her duvet, even after she'd asked Henry to not eat in her bed.

The tranquility was heaven. Of course, there was still the issue of being alone at night. Masturbation only served to act as a plaster would to a large, continuously bleeding wound. A one-night stand was out of the question, as Hermione found the thought of bedding someone she barely knew distasteful. The sex with Henry had been merely passable, as his heavy drinking affected his erections. When he did manage to get one, he'd roll over on top of her, perfunctorily thrusting before quickly erupting, afterwards rolling back over and promptly falling asleep. The few times she'd tried to take control, he'd bitched and moaned until she finally relented, and lay flat on her back. Like always, their coupling was over before it was able to fully start, and Hermione would always end feeling more wound up than she'd been in the first place.

Her friends merely laughed at Hermione when they noticed her state of anxiety. There was a non-ending barrage of jokes from Draco, whom never failed to point out that she needed a proper shag. Hermione silently agreed with the reckless-mouth blond wizard, even though she cuffed him round the ear for his tactless remarks. Still, Draco had a point.

Which was why she was currently eyeing Ron when he wasn't looking. She, Ron, Harry and Draco were in the parlor of Malfoy Manor, having a few drinks before dinner would be served. Hermione was briefly musing over which was worse:; a bout of bad sex or a year with no sex at all. She knew that Ron was still single, and couldn't believe that she was actually hard up enough to consider asking him if he wanted to come back home with her. Yet, when she remembered their last sexual encounter, it was enough to put her off.

Ronald had been slightly better in bed, yet just like Henry, he'd enjoyed Hermione going down on him, yet balked when it came time to return the favor. After giving a few unreciprocated blow jobs, Hermione flat out refused to do so.

Only after her refusal, did Henry grudgingly attempt to go down on her, yet he'd pressed his face into her mound so roughly, his teeth scraping her clitoris, that she'd nearly snapped his head, grabbing onto his hair and yanking him up from between her legs. He'd suggested that perhaps if she shaved herself completely bare that he'd be more inclined to go down on her. Hermione took his offered suggestion, yet when his tongue-work was still less than satisfactory, even after she asked him to touch her more gently, she gave up the whole institution.

It was no wonder that she was covertly eyeing her old, freckled-face boyfriend.

Ron was still fussing with his shirt collar when Narcissa came into the parlor, announcing that dinner was ready. Hermione had been apprehensive about coming to Malfoy Manor; despite her burgeoning friendship with Draco, she hadn't actually expected his parents to greet her with the same enthusiasm. She was surprised to find that they were quite affable towards her and Harry, going so far as to leave an open invitation to the manor at their convenience.

Of course, the elder Malfoys were usually out and about, mostly on their own, but the gesture had still been appreciated. The few times that Hermione visited the manor were when she'd tagged along behind Harry and Draco, once in a while Ron coming along.

The odd time that Lucius made his appearance, Hermione noticed him eyeing her with a somewhat amused attention, yet he never said a word. Even though he was married, his obvious appraisal made her blush, although it didn't completely put Hermione off. Still, she knew better than to mention a word, especially since he'd never actually said or did anything that could be misconstrued as improper.

The four were now trailing behind Narcissa, making their way into a vast dining room. Lucius was already seated at the head of the table, sartorially elegant as ever in his custom-tailored jacket, brocade waistcoat and trousers. Hermione was surprised to find that Severus Snape was also at the table, clad in his proverbial black suit. He nodded curtly at the entering group, yet remained silent. Another attractive witch in an ice blue silk dress that looked to be Narcissa's age, sat across from her, and was introduced as Claudette.

Once everyone was seated, a slew of dishes appeared on the table. Dinner proved to be quite enjoyable; Hermione was flummoxed enough at the idea of dining at Malfoy Manor, never mind whilst being in the company of said Malfoys, along with the notoriously antisocial Headmaster. Surprisingly enough, Severus had joined in on the conversation, maintaining the utmost decorum, even when speaking to Harry and Ron.

Right before dessert was to be served, Harry and Draco chose to make their announcement. They'd both stood up by one another, and proceeded to announce that they'd been lovers for the past year, and were planning on living together.

Ron nearly choked on his wine, whilst Severus and Claudette quirked an eyebrow. Hermione, Lucius and Narcissa were the only ones who went on drinking their wine, apparently unfazed by their announcement.

"Is this why you wanted to get us all together, Draco?" Lucius drawled, his wineglass still in hand. "Because you could have told us this over breakfast, or perhaps, sent an owl from the office."

"That's what I said!" Ron exclaimed once he stopped coughing, causing the elder Malfoy to arch one pale eyebrow. Ron immediately reddened under his direct stare, and picked up his wineglass, draining its remains.

"As I was saying," Lucius continued, "your mother and I have known about you and Mr. Potter for some time now. All of the fanfare wasn't necessary, although, admittedly, this was quite a pleasant gathering."

Draco and Harry were standing at the other end of the table, their eyes widened and expressions agog as they stared across at Lucius. "Are you serious?" Draco sputtered. "Do you know how damned nervous I've been, knowing that I'd have to tell you, and you knew all along?"

"Draco, why would you be nervous?" Narcissa asked, delicately sipping her own wine.

Draco gave his mother a skeptical look. "Why else, Mum?" he retorted.

"Wait a minute," Harry cut in. "Hermione, you look strangely accepting of all this."

Hermione eyed her dinner companions before turning back to Harry. "Well, you're my best friend and I love you," she replied with a shrug, setting down her wineglass. "You could marry a Pygmy puff for all I care, as long as you're happy. Besides, I'd had my suspicions a long time ago; you've just proved that I was right. You two aren't exactly inconspicuous, if you know what I mean."

Draco's face flushed a light pink, and Hermione smirked, wondering if he'd picked up on the fact that she'd heard his and Harry's morning activities the weekend she'd spent the night at Grimmauld Place. By the sounds of things, it seemed as if the two were having a lot more fun than she was. What was even more shocking, was the fact that their mingled, male moans had left her slightly aroused, and she'd had to bury her head beneath a pillow, lest she explode within her own skin.

"Well then," Severus calmly replied, setting his napkin beside his empty dessert plate. "I believe it's time for pudding."

"Oh, right," Narcissa continued. "The elves prepared that chocolate fondant that you adore; shall I have them bring it out?"

"Yes, please."

Draco and Harry were seated again, Ron and Hermione shooting them amused expressions.

"You know that phrase, 'Much ado about nothing?'" she began. "To say that you two fit it is an understatement," she giggled.

"Oh shush, Hermione," Harry chuckled. "Well, at least the cat's out of the bag, so let's have our dessert."

"Hey, I'm not complaining," Ron replied. "Say, d'you think you two will have house-elves? Because if they can cook like this, then I'm coming over at any given opportunity."

"Damn, Weaselbee, do you think about anything besides your stomach?" Draco asked incredulously.

"No!" came the chorused voices of Harry and Hermione, causing all four of them to break out into uncontrollable laughter.

The chocolate fondant finally appeared on the table, and Hermione swooned when she put the first bite into her mouth. She'd complimented Narcissa, to which the older witch thanked her. Claudette then suggested that Hermione take a bite of the dessert, followed by a swig of the red wine. Fighting back a moan when her taste buds went into overload, Hermione soon cleared her plate. Her wineglass kept refilling itself, until Hermione found herself completely pissed, and raptly eyeing everyone at the dinner table.

Severus was straitlaced as ever, rigidly sitting upright in his chair. Ron was properly appeased, devouring a third helping of dessert at Narcissa's behest, and she was immersed in deep conversation with Claudette. Harry and Draco were off in their own little bubble, leaving Hermione to look at Lucius, who appeared to be furtively glancing across at Severus. He either didn't notice or was merely pretending to do so.

By the time dinner was over with, everyone was tipsy from the good food and wine, and immersed in chatter. Thirty minutes later, Ron was about to fall asleep right at the dinner table, when Draco flicked his wand at him. Ron immediately sprang up, his blue eyes heavy with lassitude. Harry yanked his best friend up after Ron thanked the Malfoys for their hospitality, leading him to the drawing room so that he could Floo back to the Burrow.

Hermione was also in danger of putting her head down on the table, until Draco poked her in the side, suggesting that she go lie down in one of the guest rooms.

"I can't impose on you like that," she replied in a slurred voice, even though her eyes were about to crash shut.

"There are nearly as many rooms in this house as we have Galleons at Gringott's," Draco intoned, before calling for a house-elf. "Besides, you can't Floo home, and if you attempt to Apparate, you'll splinch yourself. Now let Nimsy take you to a room, and mind that you don't fall on your arse."

"Oh shut up, Draco!" Hermione hissed, unsteadily getting up from the table, awkwardly bidding goodnight to everyone else, before following the house-elf out of the dining room.

Hermione hadn't kept track of where the miniscule house-elf led her. All she knew was that she was grateful for the large, darkened and completely quiet room. A sliver of moonlight poured in from between the heavy draperies covering oversized windows, and Hermione was able to make out the faintest trace of a completely oversized, yet too high bed.

Too knackered to attempt climbing onto the pretty bed, she opted for the also comfortable-looking chaise lounge across the room. Toeing off her shoes, she curled up onto the chaise and fell into a deep sleep.

Hermione was slightly disoriented when she woke up. It was the only thing about drinking copious amounts of wine; it made her only slightly inebriated, becoming completely slumberous the greater effect of the two. Usually all she needed was a bit of sleep and she'd be fine.

Remembering that she was in a guest room at Malfoy Manor, Hermione was about to get off of the chaise and make her way over to the bed when she heard the bedroom door open.

"This is quite bold of you," she heard a deep voice say, soon attaching it to Severus Snape. "Somehow I don't think your wife would approve of this little tryst happening right beneath her nose."

"Severus," another male voice replied, belonging to Lucius. "You know just as well as I do, that Narcissa is most likely orally engaged with the likes of Claudette; not that I mind."

"I suppose you prove a valid argument, although a little circumspect is always appreciated," she heard Severus murmur, before the bedroom door eased closed and there came a soft thump. Silence ensued, followed by sounds that vaguely resembled...kissing?

Furtively peeking over the edge of the chaise, Hermione's eyes tried to focus through the dark room, attempting to make out the barely moving male figures across from her. The moon was hidden behind clouds, and she didn't even have that as an excuse for passable light. Still, she was able to hear the two finally making their way across the room, both of them fluidly climbing onto the bed.

Hearing the soft, wet sounds of lips and tongues moving against one another, Hermione was affixed to the chaise by the sight before her. The moon finally peeked out from behind its cloud, illuminating just enough light towards the bed for Hermione to see that Severus had a handful of Lucius's blond hair in his fist, tugging his head back and voraciously kissing his lips and neck.

Completely awake by now, Hermione was torn between wondering if she should excuse herself before things grew more heated, and her newfound, voyeuristic need to stay hidden and watch to see how things would pan out. Admittedly, she'd been curious ever since hearing Harry and Draco going at it in their room that morning, but was too embarrassed to ask her best friend anything about his sex life.

Now the idea of the two older, and obviously more experienced wizards uninhibitedly groping at one another, right before her eyes, tempted her greatly.

Hermione stayed hunched into a tight, little ball, afraid to breathe, blink, or so much as move, fearing that the rustle of her silk dress would give her away. Lucius and Severus's breathing grew louder, as did hers, and Hermione had to snap her mouth shut, suddenly aware that it was gaping open like a goldfish's.

Her breath caught in her throat when she saw Lucius pull out of Severus's grasp, shoving him to lie flat on the bed. He let out a low chuckle, his hands adroitly loosening the buttons on Severus's jacket and trousers, sighing appreciatively when his lover's flesh was bared before him.

The dark wizard had remained silent the entire time he was being stripped out of his clothing, yet Hermione was surprised to hear the normally reserved man letting out a masculine groan of satisfaction when Lucius's head came to his neck, kissing and nipping his way down to his chest.

'Merlin's bloody knickers!' Hermione desperately thought to herself. She had a usually fertile imagination, but never in her life could her mind have conjured up something as erotic as the two in front of her. She was inwardly cursing the dim moonlight, wishing there was a lit sconce in the room that would afford her a more fruitful view.

It was as if her unspoken wish had been heard by some perverse deity. Indeed, the moonlight became marginally brighter, yet still not enough to reveal her curled up form in the corner. Lucius was now making short work of pulling off the rest of Severus's clothes, letting everything fall to the thickly carpeted floor with a muffled thud. His own followed suit, and soon she was able to view their bared milky skin, illuminated by the pale moonlight.

Severus had moved all the way up on the bed, resting back against the headboard. Lucius was kneeling between his splayed legs, one hand buried in Severus's hair while his mouth roamed over his chest. Seeming almost desperate, Severus clenched his hand back around Lucius's hair, engaging him in a somewhat rough yet tender lip lock, before urging his head further down.

Lucius seemed to know that Severus enjoyed being teased, as his long tongue swiped across his flat nipples, causing a hiss of pleasure to erupt from the wizard. Two strong hands firmly clutched onto the blond wizard's hair, until Lucius finally relented and bowed his head, his tongue swirling around the bell-shaped tip of Severus's erection before partially taking him into his mouth.

Hermione felt a flash of wetness flood the seat of her knickers when she heard her former Potions' professor release a groan in his deep baritone, laced with seemingly constrained lust. His body jerked up off the bed at the first contact of Lucius's mouth, his hips beginning to arch and writhe up with every stroke of the warm tongue swirling around his shaft.

Hermione's fingers involuntarily curled into the rough, heavy material of the chaise, her short nails scraping against the fabric. Her cunt had begun a low, steady throbbing, one that seemed to match each swirl of Severus's hips as he plunged his erect cock between his lover's eager lips. Usually Hermione was grateful for the fact that she'd kept herself completely shaven; but with the absence of hair, between her legs was now a veritable fountain. Each tiny movement yielded her slippery juices of arousal to spread around, until the crotch of her knickers was completely soaked through. It felt as if she'd nearly wet herself, and Hermione ardently hoped that the two were unable to smell her arousal.

Just when she thought she couldn't take it anymore, Severus forced Lucius's head away from his cock, forcing him to kneel on all fours. Even if Hermione had shut her eyes, the moans that now poured from Lucius's mouth were completely unavoidable.

Severus wasted no time in eagerly tracing his tongue around his puckered opening, sliding across the thin line blending down to his sac. The sight and sound of his wet mouth sucking and lapping, along with his hand between Lucius's legs and tugging away at his engorged cock set Hermione's blood aflame.

Biting down hard on her lip, almost drawing blood, she nearly let out a squeal at the same time Lucius groaned, when Severus positioned himself behind Lucius, running his hands along the curve of his back, before slowly sinking his cock into his body. Severus started off slow before building up to a faster pace, the sound of flesh meeting flesh mingling with their deep moans.

Damn it all to hell, Hermione wanted to hitch her dress up above her thighs, shove down her tights and knickers and rub her clit until she exploded. Her heart hammered almost painfully against her ribcage, its beat in sync with the one between her legs.

Lucius's broad back was arched as Severus steadily fucked him from behind, his large hand fisting the straight blond hair, or firmly coming down on his shoulder, pulling the man back to meet his thrusts. It was when Severus coated his hand generously in saliva, before curving his body over Lucius and reaching around to take his cock into his hand, firmly milking the head to match each thrust of his hips, that Hermione let out a whimper. She was no longer able to remain still, and had clenched her thighs together, desperate to garner any type of friction on her engorged and throbbing clit, when the faintest of cries fell from her lips.

She was worried that the two men on the bed heard her, yet they kept on moving without interruption. Continuing to tense her thighs, Hermione still found that it wasn't nearly enough to take the edge off. She was so agitated and turned on that she hadn't noticed Lucius and Severus pausing, Severus bent over Lucius to whisper something in this ear.

"We know you're in here," she heard Lucius say, causing her to yelp loudly.

The two chuckled at her reaction, still halting their movements. "You can continue to watch and get yourself off; otherwise we'd be more than willing to help scratch that itch. And believe me, it is apparent that you need it," Severus continued.

"W-what are you talking about?" Hermione stammered, still utterly aroused, yet not sure if she'd heard him correctly.

"Do I need to repeat myself, Miss Granger?" he smoothly replied., "Or perhaps, with this delicate situation we find ourselves in, I believe first names are in order, Hermione."

Fuck, Hermione thought. A threesome? With Severus and Lucius? True, she hadn't had sex in a year and was currently more aroused than she'd ever been in her life. But to sleep with two notoriously dark wizards that she'd known from her childhood? The idea was daunting, to say the least.

And utterly, utterly tempting.

"You're not obligated to join us," Severus continued. "If the idea puts you off, you are free to leave at any moment, but I daresay that you would find it most enjoyable."

"Not to sound trite, but the last thing I planned on happening was getting hexed by Narcissa for touching her husband."

"Heh," Lucius snickered. "Hexing you would be the last thing on her mind; Cissy would be more prone to tugging your knickers off and lapping at your little quim until you screamed for her to stop."

Hermione was brought up short by Lucius's comment, although it enticed her more than she cared to admit. "I wouldn't know what to do," she finally replied in a tense, albeit lust tinged voice, sitting upright on the chaise.

Lucius, who was still bent over, gave a chuckle. "We do," he replied suggestively. "All you'd need to do is lie back and enjoy yourself. And if you don't like something, just say the word and it ends."

The throbbing between her legs hadn't subsided in the least, and the thought that she'd never again be in this situation was too great to ignore.

"All right," she capitulated, standing up on shaky legs. "What do you want me to do?"

"Joining us on the bed would be a nice start," Severus's silky voice cut through the dark.

Forgetting that she was still fully dressed, Hermione gauchely climbed onto the high bed, stunned into silence by the two naked wizards seductively leering at her. The moonlight was now earnestly pouring in between the draperies, and she was able to clearly see everything.

"Now, since you interrupted us," Severus began, his dark eyes focused on hers as he bent to lightly nibble at the nape of Lucius's neck, "I think it only fair that you help us finish this first round."

"All right," she breathlessly answered, awkwardly perched on her knees. "Tell me what to do."

Severus had moved his hand to Lucius's head, his long fingertips gently pressing down into his scalp. "Why don't you kiss Lucius?" he suggested, his fingers tightening around his hair and slightly tugging Lucius's head back, who appeared to enjoy it, merely groaning in response.

Nervously licking her lips, Hermione slid closer to Lucius, her brown eyes wide and staring into heavy-lidded grey ones. She'd never been this close to Lucius, and found that he smelled absolutely delicious. She was able to catch a whiff of his cologne, the sweet, spicy scent tickling her nose.

Hermione continued forward, their lips chastely touching once, then twice, before Lucius engaged her in a more thorough kiss. Hermione closed her eyes and moaned into Lucius's mouth when his tongue gently roved against hers, slowly sucking at her bottom lip before releasing her with one last chaste peck.

Completely chagrined that she was dazed by a mere kiss, Hermione hadn't realized that she was still tensely perched into place until Lucius shifted on his knees, making enough room for her to lay beneath him. She was at an angle where both men were hovered over her, her legs straight down and resting between Lucius's and Severus's. Melting into the mattress, Hermione felt Lucius's hand urging her thighs apart, his palm pressing against her soaked knickers and tights covered, pressing flush against her clit and causing her to hiss loudly. Hermione wanted to scream when he moved his hand away, pulling the hem of her dress up past her navel and torso, revealing the plain but delicate lace bra.

Unable to control her body's movements when Lucius dipped his head down, laving his tongue over her lace covered nipple, Hermione's fingers dug into his shoulders, moaning at the contact. She was still anxious, not knowing what to expect, yet so enthralled that she didn't hear the words coming from his mouth.

"Give me your hand, love," he coaxed, supporting his weight with both of his arms on either side of her body. Hermione did as she was asked, nervously biting her lip when she felt Lucius shift his weight to one arm, the other guiding her hand down to his erect cock. Shivering as if she was the one being intimately touched, Hermione's insides nearly clenched when she wrapped her hand around Lucius's velvety erection. He was well endowed. His cock felt like it had a slight upwards curve, copious amount of slick fluid leaking from the tip and smearing about in her palm. Once he'd guided her how to stroke him, Lucius moved back to both arms, and Hermione felt the bed shaking beneath her as Severus resumed thrusting into his body.

Becoming increasingly aware of the lightly furred legs rubbing against hers, as well as Severus's thighs occasionally brushing against her feet, the ramification of their activities enveloped Hermione's senses. Severus was grunting as he steadily pumped into Lucius's body, and Lucius was groaning at the sensation of Hermione's petite hand working over the shaft of his cock, coupled with being fucked from behind. He'd lowered his head to Hermione's, his silky blond hair hanging in a curtain over their faces as he led her in another kiss, his groans becoming lost between her swollen lips.

There was only about an inch or so of space between their bodies, and when Lucius began trembling at the onset of his climax, his sweat dampened, shuddering body rocked into Hermione's. His groans became lustier, mixed in with a few swears, all the while keeping his mouth firmly planted over hers. With a final cry from both wizards, Hermione felt Lucius's cock twitch furiously in her hand as his seed shot out, spilling over her hand and landing onto her stomach and lace covered breasts.

She'd nearly came herself at the sound of the two reaching a simultaneous climax, and was disappointed when it was over. Her breathing had grown labored, her own skin sticky with sweat as if she'd been the one getting fucked instead of Lucius.

Letting go of his now deflated erection, Hermione remained supine on the bed, positive that her juices had now soaked through the back of her dress. Severus had gotten down off the bed, rummaging around the folds of his clothes on the floor to withdraw his wand. He'd sorted the three of them out, and then subtlety asked Hermione if she was using anything. She told Severus no, and felt him place his wand at her abdomen, uttering the words for a contraceptive charm before setting it back down.

Severus then grasped Hermione by the shoulders, pulling her to kneel in front of him. "I wonder how well these pert, little lips would fare at doing things that didn't involve arbitrarily regurgitating pages of a book," he mused, one long, slightly calloused fingertip gently tracing around her mouth.

Hermione gave a soft whimper, squeezing her eyes shut at the contact. Severus had one arm around her waist, firmly pulling her still clothed body against his, and she was able to easily feel the heat of his naked skin through the thin, now rumpled silk of her dress.

Just as he'd done to Lucius, his hands delved into her partially undone hair, most likely using a nonverbal spell as the tresses fell free and cascaded down her back, and his wonderful adept fingers soon roved through the unruly curls and lightly massaged her scalp.

Hermione had just opened her mouth to release a moan when Severus's lips came down over hers. His kiss was different than Lucius's, yet somewhat similar. While it was slightly more forceful, Severus was also skilled at moving his mouth against hers in a way that made her cling to his chest, eagerly sucking at his tongue.

Her thighs were trembling, and Hermione wasn't sure that she'd be able to kneel up any longer. Severus broke their kiss, planting his lips on her forehead before encircling her waist with both arms. Wrapping her own arms around his neck, her nose inhaling the combined scent of clean sweat, and something that resembled clary sage and anise seed, Hermione felt a second set of hands behind her, easing the zipper down at the back of her dress, stopping right above the dip in her lower back.

She'd been so wrapped up in Severus, literally and figuratively, that she'd nearly forgotten Lucius was also on the bed. His fingers traveled back up, unfastening her bra, leaving the cups to fall a bit slack beneath her dress. Severus pressed another short kiss to Hermione's lips before nudging her to sit back on the bed. Lucius then took hold of the bottom of her dress, removing it and the unfastened bra, after which Severus handled her tights and knickers.

"Hmm, so it seems that watching us got you excited, to say the least," Severus purred, his long fingers gliding up Hermione's inner thigh and brushing against the drenched, hairless folds.

Hermione merely moaned and arched her hips in response, wanting Severus to move higher. She continued writhing against Severus, even when he stopped and beckoned Lucius over, telling him to feel how wet Hermione had become.

"My, my, little one," Lucius said in a pleased voice, his just as long fingers delicately stroking her. Right then Hermione felt each wizard pressing one finger up and inside of her still pulsating tunnel, each digit brushing against a different, yet sensitive, area. The contact was too much, and Hermione cried out shrilly, her entire body snapping and falling back onto the bed.

"Responsive little thing, isn't she?" Lucius commented, his knuckle brushing against Severus's as they continued gently pistoning into her body.

"Hmm, incredibly tight as well," Severus offered, his dark eyes raking over Hermione's trembling form. All traces of shyness slowly seemed to dissipate, as her thighs were now boldly spread and draped over each of theirs, her hips moving to the tempo of their combined efforts. "What's wrong, Hermione? Do you want to come?"

"Yes!" she all but screamed, her walls clenching around their fingers. Keening loudly, her hands raked at the duvet beneath her, uncaring if she was shredding the obviously expensive material to bits. Hermione was going to scream if she didn't come soon, yet oddly enough, both men refused to touch her clit. Deciding to take things into her own hands, she slid one hand down between her legs, only for Severus to push it away.

"In due time," he softly told her, stroking her insides a few more times before completely withdrawing from her body.

Hermione was hot and cursing mad when Lucius also stopped. They both had the gall to laugh at her. All the while, Severus and Lucius were moving to lay down on the bed, leaving Hermione between them. Guiding her legs far apart and draping them over their sides, they both took turns kissing the quaking and whimpering witch, alternatively kissing and caressing her breasts.

Groaning impatiently and writhing about, Hermione tried touching herself again, only for Severus to grasp both of her slim wrists with one hand. "Don't," he said, "unless you'd like to be restrained."

Hermione's eyes flew open at that suggestion, looking up to see Severus hovering and intently peering down at her. Lucius was busy swirling his tongue around her nipple, his grey eyes shining wickedly up at Hermione, curious to see if she would let them bind her hands. "I didn't think you were ready for that," Severus replied once she'd shook her head. "We'll give you what you need, just trust us."

Finally relenting, Hermione allowed Severus to press her arms down above her head, where she clutched onto a pillow. Closing her eyes, Hermione focused on the sensation of four hands and two sets of lips skillfully roaming over her body. Her skin felt so hot, that each trace of Lucius's and Severus's fingertips was likened to the sensation of acid being dropped onto each of her nerve endings.

Hermione had quickly grown accustomed to being sandwiched between the two wizards. Severus gave one last gentle tug of her bottom lip using his teeth, moving down between her legs and leaving her left side feeling exposed. Lucius took that opportunity to gently fist Hermione's curls, tilting her head back and planting his lips at the base of her throat. His lips and tongue sought out every sensitive spot, unearthing some that even she was unaware existed. He'd begun kissing her again, his other hand cupping and kneading her breasts, when Hermione felt Severus slowly pressing two fingers into her snug channel.

Her sharp inhale was swallowed by Lucius, the sound barely noticeable as his tongue was engaged with circling around hers. Hermione never stopped moaning or thrashing about. Her knuckles had turned white from her tight grip on the pillows, and Severus was in serious peril of being accidentally thumped in the head with her knee.

Right when she was on the verge of letting go of the pillow, to hell if Severus actually tied her limbs down as promise, Hermione felt Lucius slid his hand down over her stomach, past her smooth mons and stopping at her clitoris. "For the love of Circe, it's nearly as hard as a Galleon," he murmured against Hermione's lips, easily trapping the stiffened nub between his fingers.

Hermione nearly screamed, her form bucking against Lucius's side when his fingertips tugged at the hood of her clitoris, agilely working it back and forth as if it was a small cock. Hermione hadn't known that she was capable of growling until that very moment. Severus was steadily fingering her with his pointer and middle, his pinky soon making its way into her puckered rosebud.

"Yes, oh god, yes!" she moaned. The pitch in her voice steadily increased as Hermione's entire body drew tighter and tighter, the knuckles in her fingers and toes cracking when her hands and feet curled up. Between her legs was completely drenched and the sounds of her wet flesh being titillated filled the room. Lucius's fingertips kept slipping until he finally settled on working small circles over the hood of her clit, whilst Severus steadily fingered her, each stroke causing her walls to clench and convulse around his digits.

Hermione's lips were a hairsbreadth away from Lucius's mouth. Her breath suddenly hastened, growing faster and faster until it paused, followed by a long, guttural scream that ripped through the open space. Hermione's cunt clamped down fiercely onto Severus's fingers, that, for a moment, he slowed his movements, thinking that he was going to hurt her. Lucius's fingers never stopped moving over the engorged nub, yet it was Severus's forearms and chest that caught the majority of warm fluid that spurted forth from Hermione's spasming channel.

It took several minutes for Hermione to regain control of her trembling body. Severus had moved back up next to her, his and Lucius's warm hands soothingly running over her body. When her breath finally slowed down, Severus pulled Hermione over him, thoroughly kissing her lips and neck. He'd then slipped one finger into her mouth, his dark eyes transfixed on the sight of her ardently sucking on the finger that had been pressed inside her and liberally coated with her juices. Even though she'd climaxed, Hermione was still aroused and didn't hesitate at all when he gathered all of her hair in one hand, before urging her head down over his erect cock.

Severus was certainly thicker than her previous lovers, yet Hermione eagerly licked and sucked at the head of his cock, before enveloping her entire mouth over his shaft. He'd moaned and arched his back, just like he did when Lucius had gone down on him.

He found Hermione's touch to be more delicate, perhaps even tentative, compared to Lucius, yet she went at it with a matched enthusiasm that worked perfectly to reduce him to groaning in delight. Her slender fingers were clutched onto Severus's thighs, urging them further apart as her nose burrowed into the coarse thatch of public hair, her tongue delving down to swipe across the fragile skin of his sac.

Severus had just slid further down on the bed, allowing Hermione further access. She'd arched her back, completely engrossed with sucking his cock as if it was lolly. Lucius was behind her, in a quandary as to what he wanted to focus on more; the sight of Hermione's mouth slowly moving over Severus, or burying his face in between her legs.

The second option won the battle of the wills, and Lucius pressed one hand on Hermione's lower back, urging her into a perfect position. Her cunt was still bright red and engorged, her splayed thighs giving him a perfect vantage point. He didn't need to use his fingers to separate her folds, and Lucius knelt behind Hermione, his fingers gripping onto her fleshy behind before flicking his tongue out at her clitoris.

The little witch let out a muffled moan, yet never stopped her own tongue work. Lucius steadily lapped at the sensitive nub, enjoying the way Hermione began pressing herself back against his face. Holding onto her waist, Lucius continued gently laving his tongue over Hermione's clit, occasionally prodding her quivering, pink orifice with the tip.

Right when her body began trembling beneath his hands, Severus got up so they could switch places, and Hermione took Lucius's cock into her mouth. He was nearly the same size as Severus, the only difference being the neatly shorn curls surrounding his erection.

Hermione tried her damndest to stay focused, but Severus was intent on thoroughly ravaging her cunt, using his entire mouth and tongue on her, going so far as to nuzzle his face into her, the hook of his nose bumping up against the hood of her clit. Her whimpers came out in a low buzzing as her mouth was still wrapped around Lucius's cock.

Severus's mouth brooked no restraint as it eagerly licked and sucked every inch of Hermione's quim and arse. If his tongue wasn't on her clit, then his finger was, as he deliberately lapped at her clenched rosebud.

Giving a muffled yelp when she felt Severus suck her clit in between his lips, gently tugging at the sensitive bud while simultaneously running his tongue over it, Hermione forgot to continue moving her mouth over Lucius. Her fingers were digging into his thighs, her grip growing tighter each second. Lucius's saliva slickened cock was pressed against the side of her face, yet all Hermione was able to do was focus on Severus's mouth expertly moving against her.

Without warning, her second climaxed struck, its force buffeting and nearly sending Hermione collapsing atop of Lucius. Screeching out a litany of swear words, Hermione tried to get away from the fervently sucking mouth, feeling as if Severus was pulling out the last bit of her senses along with the juices of her arousal. His strong hands instantly clasped around her waist, firmly keeping her violently shaking body in place until he was ready for her to move.

When Severus finally let Hermione go, her body fell limp against Lucius, her head buried against his firm chest. Once her head stopped reeling, Hermione sat up, finding that she felt completely boneless.

"Lie back against Lucius," Severus told her, one hand gently pressing on her shoulder. Lucius's hands had come beneath her arms, tugging Hermione to lay with her back resting against his chest. His arms came around her body, one hand guiding her head to rest in the dip of his shoulder. Severus was now kneeling upright on the bed, shifting Hermione's legs to lay over Lucius's.

Hermione moaned when she felt Lucius nuzzle his face into the crook of her neck, lightly biting down while his hands roamed over her breasts. "Do you want Severus, little one?" he purred seductively into her ear.

Biting down on her lip, all Hermione found herself capable of was nodding her head. She looked up at Severus, noticing for the first time the fire hidden in the depths of his obsidian eyes as he stared back at her. He was apparently enjoying the view of the nubile witch splayed over the sight of his lover, as his right fist was steadily working over his stiffened length.

If it was at all possible, Hermione grew even more turned on by the sight of the dark wizard pleasuring himself. His onyx eyes were silently ordering her to not look away, and images of her body pressed between Lucius and Severus as they simultaneously fucked her within an inch of unconsciousness suddenly flooded her mind.

Hermione vehemently swore that the sensations were tangible, and she gave a vicious shudder, unable to keep from clasping onto Lucius's forearms when he insinuated them around her torso. The blond wizard gave a deep chuckle, apparently privy to what just happened. "Yes, Severus has a penchant for that," he continued, one hand flattened and running over the curve of her stomach. "Of course, he loves doing so at the most inopportune moments, such as tonight in the dining room."

"It wasn't as if you didn't enjoy it," Severus smoothly replied, scooting closer to the two and kneeling between their splayed thighs. He then placed his arms on either side of their bodies, leaning down close enough to suck on Hermione's bottom lip, drawing his tongue against hers. Severus shifted his head to kiss Lucius, and Hermione felt bereft that she wasn't able to see.

Still, the feeling of Lucius's chest against her back, and Severus's on hers, was torturous. Lucius's erection was pressed firmly between the cleft of her behind, Severus's grazing over her slick, puffy lips whenever he moved. Its velvety head kept brushing against her clit, earning a soft whimper from the witch. Hermione realized that Severus was purposely grinding his hips against hers, skillfully aiming the caresses right where he wanted.

Wrenching one hand free to clasp onto Severus's firm back, Hermione writhed her hips back up against him, feeling the slickness between her legs sliding down until Lucius's cock was thoroughly coated. She didn't know that was possible for a need to be so great that it became nearly painful; yet her channel throbbed so viciously it hurt to be empty.

Both men were still kissing as she continued bucking and writhing between them, attempting to get the head of Severus's cock right where she wanted. Nearly growling out in her frustration, Hermione was appeased when Severus shifted his hips back slightly, just enough to allow himself to slide down to her entrance.

Aroused to the point of impatience, Hermione awkwardly slid her hand down to Severus's hips, desperate for him to continue moving. He let the head of his cock rest at her passage, gently prodding yet not fully penetrating it. She was about to flat out tell Severus to fuck her, when his mouth moved from Lucius's and came back over hers. Eagerly shoving his tongue into the warm cavity of her mouth, his hips swiftly thrust forward, his lips partially muffling Hermione's feral scream.

Combined with her already blood engorged, snug channel, and her yearlong celibacy, Hermione keened loudly at his fiery ingress. Even though her body jerked sharply between hers and Lucius's, Severus gave no respite, his second lunge going deeply as the first.

The burning stretch of being filled soon faded to an overly intense pleasure, and Hermione wailed when his cock bottomed out, embedded deeply within her. "Fuck!" she screamed, digging her short nails into the skin of his lower back. Their foreheads were touching, yet Hermione was vaguely aware of anything else at the moment. All she was able to focus on was his thick shaft filling, stretching and plunging into her in a way that she never fathomed, bringing forth an almost insurmountable pleasure.

The three were tightly mashed against one another, the little witch howling out her pleasure between the two wizards as Severus inexorably plunged into her tight body, moving rapidly as if his life depended on it. Severus easily tipped Hermione's body into three orgasms, each only a few minutes apart, her screams becoming more fierce than the previous. His and Lucius's bodies were pinning Hermione into place and absorbed the shudders of her climax, rending her barely able to move more than a scant inch when the uncontainable tremors coursed throughout her limbs.

By then, Hermione had climaxed five times since they'd started, which was four more than she was previously accustomed to. Once Severus halted his movements, she fell limp upon Lucius, incoherently finding that the two weren't finished with her. With his cock still buried deep inside of her throbbing heat, Severus wrapped his arms around Hermione's waist, pulling her down on the bed with him, Hermione straddling his waist.

Lucius came to kneel beside Severus's head, and Hermione avidly watched as he ran the deeply flushed tip of his stiff cock over his lips. The blond wizard began moaning earnestly, the muscles in his firm thighs and arse clenching as he thrust into the warm mouth surrounding him.

Severus's hands firmly palmed the soft orbs of Hermione's behind, and he began a slow, rolling thrust up into her body. A sharp cry immediately left her mouth, and she had to fight to keep her eyes from crashing shut. Being fucked by Severus whilst Lucius grabbed a handful of his dark hair, at the same time groaning and thrusting into his mouth, was something that she didn't want to miss.

Severus's fingertips bit into her skin when her hips firmly ground into his, when another strong orgasm washed over her. She was still crying out, her cunt still throbbing and twitching when Lucius moved from Severus's head and came behind her. Severus pulled her down for another kiss, still slowly pistoning up into her.

Hermione easily registered the feel of Lucius's cock against her tighter opening, inhaling sharply when he began pressing forward. "Relax," Severus murmured, his hands running over her back and pulling her firmly against his chest. "Keep your body still."

Hermione's face was pressed against Severus's cheek when she nodded. He kept moving within her core at an easy pace, while Lucius's hands gripped onto her hips, his thrusts even slower than Severus's. Lucius paused to use a lubrication spell, and soon his cock slipped past the tight ring of muscle, until his warm sac was flush against her behind. He had gone slow enough that it hurt less than she anticipated, even if the sensation was still a bit intrusive. It was his and Severus's first simultaneous, staunchly delivered thrusts that made Hermione's brown eyes go wide in shock.

She felt full to bursting as Lucius and Severus sank to the hilt inside her body. Pinned between the two and unable to move even if she liked, Hermione howled out her pleasure, her hands tightly fisting the duvet. Pressing her head against Severus's shoulder, Hermione wriggled her hips back against them, beckoning the two to move faster.

Her body now completely adjusted, Hermione screamed helplessly at the delicious sensation of all her sensitive parts being rubbed and stretched in the most sublime way. The sounds of their perspiration laced flesh meeting were barely audible, as Severus and Lucius were no longer able to hold back their deep groans of satisfaction, both lost in the feel of Hermione's snug, furnace-hot body clinging and convulsing around them.

With each thrust of Severus's hips, his cock abraded Hermione's already swollen and sensitive clitoris. It soon all became too much for her to handle, and she screamed long and hard, both of their names torn from her lips as her body quivered from head to toe.

Lucius and Severus continued relentlessly pounding into her, even as her cunt and arse twitched and pulsated around them. Insensate to everything but the feel of being fucked through one orgasm, another quickly slammed into Hermione, leaving her breathless. Tears made their way down Hermione's face, stars flashing behind her eyes as she screamed until her throat was raw.

Her entire body felt as if was one, large gaping nerve; raw and exposed. Hermione's mouth had gone dry from yelling for so long, and her limbs felt weak beneath her. She was completely wrung out from the unaccustomed pleasure, positive that she was on the brink of passing out- ;yet still, she begged in a ragged voice for Lucius and Severus to keep going.

Hermione sharply arched her back, looking down at Severus with a wild look in her eyes. His mouth was slightly parted, and Hermione was drawn to the soft curve of his upper lip. Severus's eyes were closed, yet they lazily slid open when he felt Hermione's mouth come down over his, her slim fingers clutching onto his damp, inky hair.

Roughly kissing him as if driven by some force, Hermione almost viciously attacked Severus's lips and tongue, only forgetting to move her mouth when she felt herself nearing another orgasm. The sensation of her thins walls being scraped and squeezed, along with Severus's pelvis still mashing against her clitoris left Hermione feeling delirious. Rent between the need to scream and cry, she felt as if she was going to collapse when her body began its uncontrollable trembling again. Two pairs of arms securely embraced her, Severus telling Hermione to let go, that they had her, and Lucius murmuring that she was a good girl to come for them again.

Their mingled sensuous reassurances were enough to catapult Hermione over the edge of the precipice one last time. Her voice was completely shot, yet Hermione mustered up enough fortitude for the three of them, her earsplitting screams managing to almost echo off the walls.

Uttering out a shrill "DON'T STOP!", Hermione unevenly thrust her hips back against Lucius and Severus, her very soul feeling as if it had been set on fire. Unable to see or think straight, she realized that this orgasm lasted longer than the previous. Lucius and Severus were completely ruthless, plunging into her body, a hot flash of juices erupting from her body and spilling onto Lucius and Severus on the outstroke.

The tangible gush of abundant wetness spurting forth was enough to send them careening to the edge, and the two wizards loudly swore as they pumped into Hermione's body, Lucius's hips pausing when he erupted in her arse. Severus was able to feel Lucius's cock pulsating through the thin membrane, and it provoked his own release, his voice erupting into deep, ferine groans.

Once their combined movements tapered off and came to a complete halt, Hermione's body went completely slack. She tensed slightly when Lucius withdrew from her body, her chest still heaving against Severus's. Collapsing down on the bed next to the two, Lucius reached across Severus to push Hermione's sex tousled curls out of her face.

"Is she awake?" he asked with a chuckle.

Severus shifted slightly, looking down into Hermione's quiescent face. "I don't think so."

"Shame on you, Severus," Lucius chortled, running his fingers over her damp back. "Screwing your former student into a state of unconsciousness."

"Smug bastard," Severus replied, hissing as he pulled out of Hermione's body, tipping her to lay on her back. "Although I have to admit; , I didn't know the little swot had it in her. If I'd have known, we could have approached her a few years ago."

"Now who's the smug bastard?" Lucius smirked, recoiling when his elbow slipped into a cold, soaking wet patch of duvet. "Where's your wand? The bed is drenched."

Severus groaned as he slipped down off the bed, rummaging around for his wand before pointing it at the bed. He also used a cleansing charm on himself, as well as Lucius and Hermione before moving back next to them.

"She is a rather stunning little thing," Lucius mused, his slender fingers carding through her damp curls. "I wonder if she'd be game for playing with us again?"

"I don't see why not," came the rather sure sounding answer.

"You're both smug bastards," the little witch suddenly spoke up between them, her voice sounding listless. "Now how about you two shut up so I can get some sleep?"

"Cheeky witch; you became so quiet Lucius wasn't sure what to think," Severus told her.

"Yes," Lucius quipped, "we didn't want to be remiss in making sure you enjoyed yourself."

"Bloody hell," Hermione grumbled under her breath, struggling to sit up. "To say that I merely enjoyed myself is an understatement. I felt the earth move; it was magical. You two have brought me to a place that I never deemed to imagine possible. That was the best, most thorough shagging I have ever experienced and I would love to do it again. Now that we've gotten that out of the way, so help me, if you two don't shut up and let me sleep, I'm going to cast a Sticking Charm on your lips. Move over, I'm going and want to bury myself beneath the duvet."

The two wizards were leaning heavily onto their sides, eyes wide with shock and then amusement as they listened to Hermione's rambling. When they didn't move fast enough for her liking, she shoved them out of her way, gracelessly scrambling across the bed until she met the top. Peeling back the bed sheets, Hermione crawled beneath them, pulling them up to her head, sighing as her head met the incredibly soft pillow.

Lucius and Severus had watched the entire thing, their bodies shaking with silent laughter. "She has a point," Severus conceded, moving from the foot of the bed to lay beside Hermione. Lucius followed suit, and soon the three rested beneath the duvet in a warm tangle of limbs.

"Oh," she murmured, leaning up to squarely kiss each wizard on the mouth before laying back down. "I'd love to 'play' with you two again, but only after I've slept; you two have worn me out and I'm knackered. Good night." With that, Hermione curled up between Lucius and Severus, falling asleep without preamble.

The two shared another laugh at Hermione's blunt way of telling them to shut up and leave her alone. They both fell asleep with an arm draped over her waist.

"Well, well, Lucius, I'm shocked. I thought you were taught to share?"

Lucius rolled over in bed, cracking open one bleary, grey eye to see his wife's smirking face hovering over his. "Oh, piss off Cissy. You and Claudette will have to find your own witch; this one is spoken for."

Narcissa tugged at the tangled, blond hair draped over his bare shoulder. "Don't be greedy, Lucius. The least you can do is ask if she'd like to join us for tea some afternoon."

"And I'm sure tea involves your face buried beneath her skirts."

"Of course, you silly wizard. She looks as if she tastes delectable."

"She does," he answered with a wicked gleam in his eye, causing his wife to feign annoyance.

"You're a tease; do you know that?" Narcissa commented, giving Lucius a short buss to the lips.

"You enjoy it," he huskily replied, slipping one arm from beneath the duvet to pinch her behind. "Is Claudette still here?"

"Yes; she's still in bed. Hmm, perhaps I should go wake her. It's a pity you don't want to share your young witch. I wonder if she has any acquaintances as attractive as her?" Narcissa leaned over Lucius, peering down at the delicate curve of Hermione's bare back as she slept with her front pressed against Severus.

"I love you, you shameless tart," Lucius replied, lightly slapping his wife's curved behind. "We'll see you at breakfast." Pausing to look over at his two slumbering lovers, he gave a second thought. "Or perhaps lunch."

Narcissa tittered lightly, leaning up off her husband and walking towards the door. "You should do everything that I would do, especially to Hermione. Are you sure that she wouldn't be interested in stopping by my suite?"

"Run along to Claudette, dear wife. She told me she has a surprise beneath her peignoir for you."

Laughing wildly, Narcissa swept out of the room in a blur of lavender silk, softly shutting the door behind her.

"Thank you," he heard a soft voice say behind him, turning around to see Hermione dazedly looking up at him.

"What for?" Lucius asked.

"Well," she began, her voice still laced with sleep. "You and Severus are one thing...but something tells me that your wife and her friend would devour me alive."

Falling back onto his pillow, Lucius's voice bellowed out with hearty laughter. Severus stirred out of his sleep, his head still buried in the pillow as he grunted for Lucius to shut up. Ignoring the grouchy, dark haired wizard, Lucius looked back at Hermione.

"Your intuition is dead on," he replied. "Cissy prefers women for the most part; but insatiable is something that she most certainly is. She'd have you begging for reprieve ten minutes into her repertoire."

Hermione shuddered at the thought. Her body was aching in the most sated way from being pressed between Lucius and Severus. To think that it could go beyond that unnerved her. "That's all right... I prefer to remain here."

"Does that mean you're ready to go again?" he asked in a hopeful tone.

"Sod off, Lucius! At least let me finish my sleep, and then eat. I'll need my strength to keep up with you two rutting wizards."

"My, to be such a lovely witch, you're as prickly in the morning as Severus over there," Lucius told Hermione, dodging a well aimed kick that suddenly came from Severus.

"Good; that means we'll get along sportingly," Hermione replied, burrowing back beneath the duvet. "Now go back to sleep, I believe you mentioned something about being unavailable until lunch."

Lucius pressed his chest into Hermione's back, curling around her form, falling back asleep with a broad grin on his face.
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