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To the Victor Go the Spoils	By : LadyOfTheNight Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 8653 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter List
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To the Victor Go the Spoils

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September first was the beginning of another school year at Hogwarts and another batch of over-eager first years to terrorize if your name was Severus Snape. He was seated next to Minerva, the current Headmistress, and was trying to ignore the group of Gryffindor Professors on the other side of the table. Those mongrels’ Remus and Sirius were flanking either side of Hogwart’s newest Charms professor Hermione Granger and Severus could tell their intentions were far from noble.

Severus had been less than thrilled when he heard that Minerva was planning on giving her the Charms position; that is until he had seen her again. She had filled out over the ten years since she had last graced these hallways and was no longer a girl by any standards; her face and body had a decidedly more womanly appearance while her hair remained just as wild and untamed looking as he remembered it. Her hair was one of the things he had always secretly liked about her and he was glad she had never tried to change it. He decided she had potential to be a pleasant addition to the staff both in looks and talents despite her know it all tendencies, but he was beginning to change his mind. He really didn’t want to see those two mongrels prostrating themselves for her at every turn.

He risked a glance over at the three of them an instantly regretted it. Sirius had an all too smug look on his face and Severus wanted nothing more than to take him down a peg. Sirius chose that moment to lean in and whisper something in her ear; judging by the pretty blush that crossed her features, whatever the scoundrel had said to her must have been lascivious in intent. Remus was also getting liberal with his hands as he noticed Sirius pouring her yet another glass of wine. What was that three or four now? He wondered if the Gryffindor Princess knew what she was getting into; luckily Minerva was already dismissing the students. Now all that was left of this seemingly endless night was the traditional meet and greet for the staff. He would only have to stay for the required hour and then he would be able to retrieve his rounds schedule and retreat into his dungeons again.

Throughout the party it was hard not to think about the new Charms Professor when she was all everyone was talking about. Currently she was surrounded by some of their colleagues recounting a particularly animated adventure and she had all the eyes in the room trained on her. He had to admire the confident way she smiled and engaged her listeners as she told her story to the crowd. He took another sip of his fire whiskey and checked the clock; only ten more minutes left of this hell. He watched from across the room as Remus was replacing her empty cup with a full one, something she accepted without a second thought. Sirius leaned in close again to whisper in the witch’s ear and he took the opportunity to slide an arm around her waist and pull her close. She responded by giggling at his words and firmly pushing him away. When she was distracted with Sirius, Remus went to grab at her from her other side. She turned and playfully swatted his hands away accompanied with a stern warning that was negated by her inebriated grin.

“It looks like Professor Granger has a couple of admirers.” He heard Minerva say to him and he could hear her grin as she spoke. Her sudden appearance unnerved him but he did not show it in the slightest; instead he silently cursed at Granger and the fire whiskey for distracting him before responding.

“Yes, well at least they had the decency to wait until she came of a proper age before pawing all over her.” He told his longtime colleague grumpily to which she only smiled. It was obvious to Severus that she was tipsy.

“If I did not know better I would say that last statement sounded like jealousy.” She told him teasingly as she stared down the man. He rolled his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose in an attempt to relieve the tension from having to deal with tipsy co-workers.

“Well it’s a good thing you do know better.” He told her coldly and she just laughed in response.

“Oh Severus, and you wonder why no one hangs around you during parties!” she told him merrily as she clapped him on the back. He merely raised an eyebrow in response and shrugged off her arm.

“Yes well, in ten minutes you will no longer have to suffer my presence for it will have been an hour…” he told her calmly as he stepped further away to discourage any further touching on her part.

“Severus, I swear you get pricklier each year. I bet you have no fun because you are determined not to.” She slurred at him with her temperament quickly shifting from bemused to annoyance at his lack of participation in the merriment surrounding them.

She was clutching the copies of their rounds schedule in her fists as she began to wave them in the air. “I have half a mind to keep these from you till you loosen up and have some fun.” She told him rather loudly drawing the attention of the new Charms professor. She walked over and placed a calming hand on her shoulder.

“Minerva I hope you don’t plan on monopolizing our potion master all night! I have been waiting ages for the right time to ask him for a dance.” She told her friend saucily causing the older woman to push Hermione towards him.

“What an inspired idea! Severus take this lovely young witch a couple of turns around the dance floor and I will release you to your solitude once again.” She challenged him with that mischievous grin in place. Minerva grabbed both of their hands and placed Hermione’s small one in his larger one.

“Minerva, be serious…” Severus pleaded and she just shook her head; his pleading fell on deaf ears.

“Looks like you’re stuck with me Severus…” she teased as she pulled his still protesting form onto the dance floor.

She directed his heavy limbs into the proper positions for a dance and he noted the look of surprise that crossed her face; he gave a great sigh and proceeded to lead her around the dance floor.

The hand he had placed expertly on the small of her back helped pull and direct her across the floor with a great sense of ease. There was nothing awkward or uncomfortable about his dance movements and he couldn’t help but notice the slack jawed idiots that he once called his classmates gaping with astonishment at his dancing skills.

“Professor Granger,” he started only to have her quickly interrupt him.

“It’s Hermione now if you please.” She told him dreamily. He looked down at her as she rested her head on his shoulder he couldn’t help but feel her soft curves as they pressed up against his lean frame. He felt a twitch in his trousers and pulled back slightly to hide his discomfort from the young inebriated witch. Hearing snickers from his former classmates, he watched them whispering to each other and pointing at his movements. Instantly he came to the conclusion that this was some type of setup to humiliate him yet again.

“Which mongruel put you up to it?” he inquired of the young witch. At her look of utter confusion Severus clarified. “Who put you up to this…” he finished gesturing between them indicating their dancing.

“What are you on about?” she queried back ignoring the pointed stares their dancing drew from the rest of the staff. “I only asked you to dance because you have been ignoring me all evening and this was the only way I could think of to get your attention.” She admitted quickly as she dipped her head down to hide the blush that was forming.

“I ignore everyone; you should be used to my mannerisms from your school days.” He told her and noticed the small frown that crossed her face as she looked up at him.

“So you still see me as Miss Granger the student then?” she asked him the alcohol bringing more of her famed Gryffindor courage out and she leaned in close to whisper in his ear; her chest was firmly pressing against his. “And here I hoped you might be able to see me as I am now, a woman.”

He stopped the dance abruptly and pulled back to search her heavily inebriated eyes to see if she was telling the truth. Looking into those slightly glassy orbs he realized that she was incapable of telling a lie at this point in her intoxicated state. He felt that twitch in his trousers once again.

“I don’t know what you are playing at Hermione, but you best not be trying to make a fool of me. I am far too old and I am sure too much for you to handle.” He told her causing her to close her eyes and shutter at the double entendre. He pushed her away and stormed out of the room in a swirl of black robes; his rounds list completely forgotten in a whirlwind of unexpected and not entirely unwelcomed desire.

He proceeded to drown his new found desires for the Charms Professor in the half drank bottle of Muggle Bourbon he had stashed in his desk drawer. After consuming a couple of drinks he found that the liquor had the opposite effect that he was hoping for. Instead of helping him forget about the newest addition to the staff he found himself wondering what she looked like underneath that pretty Muggle dress she had been wearing. He loved that the dress only covered one shoulder because it gave him a lovely view of the curve of her neck. Soon his thoughts turned more lavicious in nature as he began thinking of all the places in the school that were perfect places for him to taste that tantalizing flesh. It had been so long since he felt a woman’s touch on his skin. He was abstinate by choice but now that Hermione was here maybe things could be different; she certainly was willing.

‘Damn Minerva with her Dumbledore like tendencies in meddling.’ He thought again and remembered that in his hasty retreat he had completely forgotten to grab a schedule for rounds. He poured himself another glass and quickly downed it too. Deciding he was not the least bit sleepy he ventured out of his dungeons see if he could find a copy of the rounds sheets in the long abandoned staff room.

On the way he took entirely too much delight in finding a Gryffindor couple out for a midnight snog; he was merciless and took 50 points from them each. When they tried to protest he merely sent them a cold look and threatened detention. They immediately retreated back to their common room and he continued on his drunken way. When he got to the staff room door he could faintly here music still playing and it was soon accompanied by the distinct feminine giggle that he knew came from the Charms professor. Her giggle was answered by two deep baritones, then silence.

He thought about going back down to his quarters and getting the list tomorrow, but something about that silence unnerved him. Severus’ curiosity got the better of him; he walked in to find Hermione and Sirius sharing an intense lip lock while Remus watched on hungrily. The trio was so engrossed in their task that they did not notice the Potion Master’s entrance.

Remus was snaking his hands around the delectable witch’s torso and proceeded to separate the snogging couple; he pulled her away from his friend and quickly replace Sirius’ mouth with his own. Severus couldn’t tear his eyes away from the young women who was currently being snogged mercilessly by the werewolf. His lips were crushing up against hers and when he saw Remus push his tongue into her waiting mouth he found he could look nowhere else. The moan she emitted shortly after caused his trousers to twitch for the third time that night and it effectively snapped him into the reality of the situation. She was snogging those bloody pratts, not him; he knew he needed to stop this.

“I expected more from you Professor Granger…” He drawled causing the pair to quickly separate their lips, much to his satisfaction. “The two resident dogs are notorious for this type of behavior but I thought you would surely be above this type of debauchery.” He told her icily as he glared down at the group. “But I suppose this little display proves me wrong.” He told her coldly.

The looks on the two male faces was one of indignation but he was not staring at them. He was completely enthralled with the witch in between them. An excited and hopeful gleam was in her eye and Severus couldn’t help but stare at her slightly swollen lips and erect nipples, completely visible and standing out against the fabric of her dress.

“Severus…” she slurred dreamily and she flashed him her most innocent smile. “There is no debauchery here, just a little experiment… See Remus was just explaining why werewolves make better lovers but Sirius disagreed. It was Remus that suggested that we do a little experiment to discern the truth.” She explained with ease.

“It’s okay love, you don’t have to explain anything to him… He is not your professor anymore…” Sirius told her and she just nodded in agreement.

“I know.” She licked her lips, the whole time not letting her gaze leave his; something that both unnerved him and turned him on at the same time.

“Did you just come to gawk and reprimand us or does your presence serve a purpose?” Remus asked equally annoyed at both his sudden appearance and his previous interruption of their little experiment. The werewolf took the opportunity to pull the witch closer, futilely trying to draw her attention back on him.

Severus silently grabbed the parchment lying on the abandoned table and gave the two men his snarkiest smirk before turning to leave. It was her call that halted his movements.

“Severus, wait!” she called to him and untangled herself from the werewolf’s arms. As he turned back to the group he couldn’t help but notice the scowls the other two men were shooting each other unbeknownst to the woman. He raised an eyebrow at her and hid the satisfied smirk that desperately wanted to escape onto his features. She wanted his attention even when these two fools were throwing themselves at her; how intriguing.

“Would you care to join us?” She finally asked him and now he couldn’t hide the smirk any longer as it tugged at the corners of his mouth; the look of outrage on the other men’s faces was priceless.

Severus could hear the beginnings of protests coming from his old classmates but she silenced them by placing a hand on each of their arms.

“My game and my rules; If Severus wants to join in our experiment then he may.” She told them with an air of authority that only furthered Severus desires for her. She turned back to Severus, still awaiting his answer.

“What would be the incentive for me to join your little experiment?” he asked her tentatively only to hear Remus answer for her.

“Getting to snog her isn’t enough for you?” he challenged trying to lower the man in the witch’s eyes.

“Typical Slytherin, only looking out for himself…” Sirius told the group eyeing Severus with contempt and loathing.

Hermione, however wasn’t listening; she boldly came toe to toe with the potions master and leaned in to whisper in his ear for the second time that evening. “I should think the reward for this type of experiment be quite obvious.” She told him seductively as she lightly brushed her erect nipples against the fabric of his robes.

He lowered his face to be even with her petite figure and held his lips mere moments from hers. “I don’t think you would offer yourself to me so readily if you knew what you were getting into.” He told her quietly. As he spoke his lips lightly brushed against hers and he could feel her quick intake of breath at what he was insinuating.

She wasn’t backing away from him and he found that enticing. “Then show me the errors of my ways…” she slurred back before crushing her lips against his. Severus’ hand instantly went around her waist and he pulled her soft curves completely up against his body. He quickly took control of the kiss by moving his lips to suck on her bottom lip and then tracing it with his tongue. He demanded entrance which she readily gave him. His hands moved gracefully down her torso and cupped her buttocks. Pulling her even closer, he knew she could feel his erection through his trousers. She began grinding up against him and he loved the friction her movements caused.

Hermione let out a small gasp when he bent over to slide his hands down her upper thighs and picked her up, effectivly positioning her legs around his waist. The ripping of her dress seemed to echo across the staff room as the fabric made room for her legs to stretch around his torso. It left her with one torn slit on her left side right along the seam of her dress. Moaning as the fabric tore across her flesh, she resumed her grinding motions on his hips with renewed vigor. From their new position Hermione had the upper hand and took advantage of her new height to delve her tongue into his mouth just as roughly as he had previously done to her. Their tongues battled for dominance and he swallowed every moan she unleashed on him. It wasn’t until they heard a rather loud and obnoxious throat clearing that they even remembered they had an audience.

They separated their lips and looked over at the other two men who were both sporting rather prominent erections. Sirius was openly rubbing his; eagerly taking in all of the newly exposed flesh on her leg. She was panting heavily and took a few seconds to catch her breath before bringing her legs down from Severus’ hips. She turned to face the other two wizards but didn’t leave Severus’ side.

“I think this round goes to the Potion’s Master gentlemen.” She told them much to Remus and Sirius’ dismay. Severus couldn’t have looked more pleased. He wound his arm around her hip and pulled him towards her once again, quickly catching her lips in another heated exchange. He pulled away and looked deeply into her eyes and posed one question.

“Was there ever any doubt?”

She looked him head on and gave him the answer he was hoping for.

“Never.”

In one quick movement he bent down and scooped the witch up into his arms and carried her off to the dungeons; Remus and Sirius’ protests fell on deaf ears.

As soon as the portrait to his private quarters was closed he had her pressed up against it crushing her mouth to his. She once again wrapped her legs around his hips as his tongue plunged into her mouth once again. She had her hands wrapped around his neck pulling the man closer and not giving him a chance to pull away. He pressed her into the back of the portrait, holding her in place with just his hips. Reaching around the young woman, he placed his hands on either side of her torn dress and pulled at the fabric, ripping it the rest of the way.

Severus left her lips in order to pull the rest of her now ruined dress off her body. With his hips still pinning her to the wall he leaned back to marvel at the fact that this witch wasn’t wearing a bra all night. He raised his eyebrow at her before bringing his hands to palm her perky breasts and push them together.

“My Delilah.” He whispered before bringing his mouth down to capture one of her rosy peaks in his mouth. He swirled his tongue around her nipple and lightly grazed his teeth against it as he brought his right hand to his belt. Fumbling with the buckle and trouser buttons he quickly freed himself from their now too tight constraints. He gasped against her breasts as his cock sprang free, aching to be buried deep within the witch currently gasping under his ministrations.

“Oh Severus!” she called out and pulled his head away from her one breast to direct him to her other waiting nipple. He smirked against her skin as he began to lick and suck her other breast’ He groaned as he felt her wet satin covered core rub against his exposed cock; he needed to be in this witch now. He brought his left hand down to her soaked thong, rubbing at her core.

Hermione let out another low moan and he could swear he heard a faint, breathy “yes” as his fingers slipped under the material of her thong and into her hot wet center. He worked his finger in and out slowly, one, two, three times before completely withdrawing to instead hold the material of her undergarments to the side. Sliding his engorged cock deep inside her, he caused the witch to call out once again.

Severus let out another deep moan as he felt her tight muscles contracting around his shaft. He pulled his hips back, withdrawing slightly from her core before slamming back in causing the portrait to bang back on its frame. She brought a hand down to brush his sack causing Severus to growl out at the sudden contact. It felt amazing but he did not want this encounter to end quicker than he feared it already would be. He grabbed both of her wrists and brought them up above her head holding them there. Every time his hips rolled into her body the portrait rattled slightly; soon they grew accustom to hearing the loud noise and therefore it was a not noticed when someone began knocking from the other side of the frame.

Hermione was the first to notice the knocking seeing how she was the one currently pressed up against the door itself. Severus felt her hips stop their rolling back against his own and pulled his face up from her breasts with a questioning look on his face.

“Did you hear that?” she asked him as another three knocks sounded against the door followed by the rattling of the door handle.

“Snape open up!” They heard Remus call from the other side of the door and she couldn’t hide the grin that crossed her face. An annoyed look crossed his face but suddenly a wicked idea formed in the man’s head. Letting her wrists go he moved to grip her hips and pushed back into her hot folds causing the witch to groan out her pleasure loud enough to be heard on the other side of the door. Again he pulled out and quickly pushed back in, causing the frame to rattle loudly in harmony with their thrusts; the lock was the only thing keeping the frame from opening out onto the two angry wizards outside.

“Come on Remus let’s just go, there will be other nights…” they heard Sirius tell his friend quietly and it sounded like the two were leaving.

“Yes… run along…” Severus called loud enough for them to hear; never ceasing his hips motions. Looking into Hermione’s eyes, he saw them completely clouded over with lust. Surely, his childish antics of teasing the other two men would cause her to be cross but it appeared that his actions had the exact opposite effect. The idea of Hermione getting enjoyment out of any type of voyeurism made him want to bang that portrait harder. He slide one of his hands up to her breast and began twisting and massaging her soft peaks; he could feel her silken muscles contracting around his shaft pulling them both closer and closer to release.

“Snape, you bastard open up!” They heard Remus shouting as he tried to pull open the portrait once again. These shouts merely encouraged the man to thrust harder, faster and with less abandon, causing the witch to call out just as loudly.

“Oh Fuck, I’m going to…” She started but Severus crashed his lips down onto hers cutting her confession short just as he felt the tell-tale contraction of her inner muscles that signaled her orgasm. She moaned loudly into his mouth and he felt his whole body tightening; his release was mere moments away.

Suddenly the portrait was thrown open causing the young witch to fall back into Sirius’ waiting arms. Severus managed to catch himself on the door frame mid orgasm, causing his release to coat the young witch’s upper thighs and stomach. He noticed a little bit had managed to get on the pink satin thong that was still partially covering her pelvic region.

“You’ve done it now…” Sirius teased the woman in his arms as he pushed some hair off her forehead. She was still trying to catch her breath but managed to gasp out a breathy “What?”

“You’ve brought out Remus’ wolf.” He told her gesturing to his friend who was staring right back at them; his eyes had a gold gleam in them that Severus had not seen since the man had accidently transformed in front of them that night in the forest. He quickly pulled up his pants, not daring to look away from the werewolf; this could only mean trouble.

A/N: Multi-chapter smutty goodness on the way; I’m thinking this is going to be three chapters long and little to no plot… just something that I thought of that I haven’t been able to stop from writing. Leave a review if have some feedback!

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