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Master Mine Book 2: A Lesson in Love	By : snowblind12 & Lissa Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 16041 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Ten
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Saturday, May 26th
When Snape and Hermione arrived via floo to Malfoy Manor, Bilby took their overnight bags and directed them to Lucius’ study. Hermione found it amusing that in a huge house such as this, with numerous sitting rooms and spaces for entertaining, everyone always congregated in Lucius’ study. The room was a comfortable and cozy spot mind you, but it still struck her as odd. Because she had not been given leave to speak freely, she kept the observation to herself.
Hermione had doubts about the weekend. It was going to be a very long period of submission and it was also her first time submitting under this roof to someone other than Lucius. She and Severus had talked in depth about it though and they had both agreed to end the exercise if it became too taxing for either one of them, or for Lucius. Hermione had been tremendously relieved when Severus had brought up the subject of her training master this morning.
Thursday night, Hermione had held a few concerns about submitting at the Manor when Severus first mentioned it. They had been about to go on stage, however, and she had wanted to wait and broach this issue in more depth after she had a little time to think about it. Then Nova came along, and they were wrapped up in being godparents. She had been intending to bring it up at breakfast this morning, but Severus had beat her to it.
“Are you concerned about tonight?” Severus had asked as she set their plates on the table.
“Not really, I’m a little worried it might be–”
“Awkward?” Severus’ knowing and understanding look met her worried one. He held his hand out and pulled her onto his lap when she took it.
He brushed her hair aside and kissed her cheek. “Please don’t think I am unaware of the dynamic between you and my best friend. I know you hold tremendous respect for each other…and affection. I have sensed the awkwardness despite both your attempts otherwise. It has improved, though, has it not? The three of us have been spending more time working together at the club. Lucius has also witnessed your submission to me on numerous evenings when we have all been there. It has felt like you have both adapted to the change in your circumstances.”
Hermione wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed his lips lightly. “Yes, everything you’ve said is true. Things have become much more comfortable between us the past two weeks or so.”
His fingers lightly stroked up and down her back. “That was what I was sensing. When I spoke to Lucius about this, he was very supportive. However, let’s agree to end the exercise if either of us sense any discomfort coming from him. Agreed?”
She nodded. “Yes.” She tightened her hold and gave him a hug. “This makes me feel much better. I’ve been worrying a bit about how it will all go tonight.”
He smiled. “I have no intention of anything intense while we are in company, Mine. It is Lucius’ birthday and would not appropriate to take too much attention away from him. Besides, he would never stand for it.” He added with a smirk.
Hermione laughed.
Severus continued, “I will reserve more significant play for when we are alone. What we are doing tonight in company will be very mild. At least that is my plan. That could change as the situation dictates.”
Hermione was pulled back to the present when Severus said, “Remember, you are amongst friends tonight and they all know this extended play is a first for us. I’ll be watching you closely and will gauge your reactions to determine how things will progress as the night unfolds.” He tilted her chin up. “Does this still sound acceptable?”
Hermione didn’t hesitate. She was eager to try. “Yes, Master.”
“Good girl. You please me.” His gaze shimmered down her dress and back up again. “I must tell you again how amazing you look.” He pressed his lips tenderly against hers before taking a step back.
Hermione smiled demurely and followed as Severus led the way. She had been unsure what to wear tonight and had worried over it. She was submitting, but this was Lucius’ birthday dinner. She knew club attire wouldn’t be appropriate. Draco and M would be attending as well, but it was a vanilla date for them. She was sure M would be wearing something lovely.
Hermione glanced down at the simple, black silk of her sleeveless dress. The bodice was fitted up to her collar bone, but not too tight, and the short A line skirt flared at the waist and came to her mid thighs. Her black heels gave her height and made her legs look long. It was very simple, yet she felt it was flattering and sexy. She was pleased her Master approved.
Upon entering the room, Hermione was happy to find Draco and M already there. Who she was surprised to see was the beautiful, raven haired Juliette. Hermione did her best to conceal her shock and slight disappointment. It had been very presumptuous and foolish to not consider he would have a date for his own birthday celebration. Her emotions became more complicated when a large serving of self-reproach was added to the mix. This should not come as a surprise, Hermione! Be Happy for him!
Lucius greeted them warmly. “Severus and Hermione! So glad you are here, and you are just in time to see Juliette before she has to run off to a Ministry function.”
Severus didn’t miss the silent instruction Lucius gave him with a subtle look. Hermione’s submission would need to be put on hold until the older witch left. Severus leaned down and quickly whispered the message into Hermione’s ear before he stepped forward and kissed the top of the French Minister of Magic’s hand. “Juliette, a pleasure to see you.” He then gestured back to Hermione, urging her forward. In Hermione’s surprise, she had forgotten to move. “You remember Hermione?”
Juliette stepped towards Hermione, her smile genuine and her eyes bright. “Of course, Enchanté.”
“Pleasure to see you again,” Hermione managed perfectly without a shred of insincerity, at least she hoped. She couldn’t help the flood of relief that the woman was leaving and would not be joining their evening after all. Hermione knew she was being selfish, and it wasn’t that she didn’t want Lucius to be happy. It was just that… Her inner voice abruptly interrupted her rationalization, You are a selfish slag, Hermione. You don’t deserve his friendship!
Greetings were exchanged with Draco and Millie as well. Lucius then directed everyone to the various sofas and chairs. Severus nonchalantly escorted Hermione into a leather wingback as he took his place standing to her left, closest to the unlit hearth.
Hermione tried to contain her irritation when Lucius sat next to Juliette on one of the loveseats. She tried not to stare or pay much notice when Lucius proceeded to delicately place his hand over Juliette’s forearm, at which time the witch offered him a small, secret smile.
Fuck, they’re sleeping together.
“Juliette, you are unable to join us this evening?” Severus offered by way of conversation as Bilby handed out drinks to the new arrivals. Hermione turned down the offered beverage, feeling on edge. She instantly regretted it however, because it would have given her something to do with her hands. She tried to keep her expression pleasantly neutral but had to fight a roll of her eyes when her gaze caught Draco’s knowing smirk from the opposite wingback chair. So, she had a little jealousy where the older Malfoy was concerned. Sue me!
In her beautiful French accent, the accomplished witch responded, “No, unfortunately I have an event in Nice that I can not get out of.” She looked back at Lucius. “I am sorry to miss out on the celebration. Birthdays are such a special occasion. No?”
“Indeed,” Lucius responded. “Although I feel my youth slipping away and the grip of old age growing tighter and tighter.”
“Nonsense,” Juliette countered. “You are a man in his prime, in looks as well as constitution.”
Yep, definitely fucking.
“On that note, I really must take my leave,” the witch offered the room as she stood.
“Let me walk you to the foyer, where you can use your portkey,” Lucius offered cordially.
“Thank you, Lucius,” she responded before wishing everyone a pleasant evening. The room remained quiet as Lucius escorted Juliette out of the study and down the hall.
Hermione tried to control her breathing when she heard Bilby in the distance. “Yours bag, Minister.”
Even more faint as they made their way further toward the foyer was Lucius’ voice, “Thank you for a delightful evening last night and the day has been most enjoyable.”
Her heart now pounding, Hermione felt herself relax when Severus placed his hand on her shoulder. Letting out a breath she didn’t know she was holding, she looked up at him.
His look was curious. “You seem tense, are you alright?”
Hermione nodded and smiled reassuringly. “Just a little nervous about submitting for a full weekend,” she hedged. It wasn’t a complete lie, just not a total truth.
Severus knelt down beside her chair, speaking quietly as he tucked a curl behind her ear. “If it becomes too much, you need only let me know, as we discussed.”
Hermione leaned into him and breathed in his calming scent. “I want to do this. It’s been a stressful work week. I think I need it.”
“Very well. When Lucius returns, I want you to fix him a fresh drink and present it to him. Then I want you to kneel at my feet, on my right. Understand?”
Hermione tried to contain the snarky response that was on the tip of her tongue. It wasn’t exactly Runal Arithmancy and wasn’t a complicated instruction. She was obviously edgy. She needed this. “Yes, sir. I understand.”
“Sorry about that, my friends,” Lucius offered as he reentered the room and took his seat on the sofa.
Hermione stood and walked to the sidebar where she poured a two-finger firewhisky. Severus sat in the chair Hermione had just vacated and prodded his friend. “Things with Juliette are…progressing?”
Lucius was about to respond when Hermione surprised him with the fresh beverage. “Thank you, Hermione,” he offered as he watched her walk back to Severus’ side where she kneeled.
Lucius then looked up at his friend. “To answer your question, yes. She and I are starting to spend a little more time together. She has been here since yesterday and we spent the entire day in my greenhouse and gardens.”
Draco smirked. “Spent the day in her gardens more like.”
Smack!
“Oww,” Draco cried out as he cradled the back of his assaulted head and looked up at Millie who was shaking her head disapprovingly.
“That’s for being a prat and disrespectful to your father!”
Lucius laughed lightheartedly. “Not that it’s anyone’s business, but Juliette and I are taking things slow. I am contemplating courting her properly if things continue to go well.”
Oh, God. That’s even worse!
“Does this mean you won’t be partaking at the club anymore?” Severus asked with curious surprise. Hermione wondered this as well.
“If things progress, but it’s much too soon to make such a claim. We have only been out a handful of times.”
“That’s a big step for only having been out a few times, Father,” Draco observed.
“That’s why I am only contemplating it, Draco. Juliette is not the kind of woman who would tolerate a wizard who see’s other witches. If I decide I am serious about her, I will enter into a formal courtship with the symbolic jewelry and all it entails.”
“Well, this is unexpected,” Severus added. “It is unlikely she will be as…tolerant as Narcissa was.”
Lucius cleared his throat. “Yes, that is why I am only considering it. I shouldn’t have even mentioned it.”
But Lucius had mentioned it and only he knew why.
Saying it out loud made it more than just a niggling tickle at the back of his head.
Saying it out loud proved he was truly moving on from the siren who was kneeling less than ten feet away at the side of his best friend.
Saying it out loud meant he was making progress.
At least, that’s what he told himself.
Wanting to move on to another topic, he added as way of closure, “I am still getting to know her, and I am not shutting my eyes to other opportunities that may present themselves.”
“I’m just surprised you are even interested in remarrying,” Draco offered, his expression one of genuine contemplation.
Hermione wondered if it bothered Draco; the thought of Lucius remarrying. His mother being replaced.
Lucius took a swallow of his drink. “It is an idea I have only recently been entertaining. I find I miss the comforts of being married.” He glanced at Hermione and then at Severus, “I have no intention of settling though, and If I can’t find the right witch then I’ll die an old bachelor.”
“An old bachelor that will probably have a house full of submissives,” Draco chided. The younger Malfoy looked at Hermione. “Who’s that Muggle that lives in a mansion with all those models that pose nude in his magazines?”
Unable to help it, Hermione laughed as she envisioned Lucius dressed as Hugh Hefner in a smoking jacket. She looked up at Severus for permission to respond.
“You may answer, Pet,” he responded with a bemused expression.
Hermione looked back at Draco. “Hugh Hefner, and his magazine is called ‘Playboy.’”
Lucius’ eyes grew wide. “Oh, yes. I’ve read that magazine a few times.” After a pause, he looked about the room. “Enough about me.”
“Nonsense, it’s your birthday! That’s the whole point of this evening, to not only talk about you, but to torment you and make fun of your aging arse,” Draco teased playfully.
“Careful son, it’s not too late to write you out of my will.”
Draco laughed. “Ha! An empty threat. Who’s going to…”
Hermione tuned out the conversation as visions of Lucius “Hefner” Malfoy continued to dance across her imagination. She could see it now; Lucius in black, silk pajamas with a red velvet smoking jacket. Scanty clad woman all about. What she would give for a computer and WIFI right now. She knew Severus would get a laugh out of the comparison as well.
Her musings were gone when Severus addressed her, “Pet, Lucius’ glass is getting low, pour him another.”
“Yes, Master,” Hermione responded promptly as she stood as gracefully as she could manage in a skirt. She didn’t miss Lucius’ eyes on her as she made her way to the bar.
When she handed him his drink, a slight brush of his fingers against hers caused a small rush of heat. She couldn’t help it. Playing a submissive role - here, in the Manor - it brought back memories of this man and what they had shared. Her body was simply responding. She wondered if Lucius felt it as well. Taking a deep breath, she immediately resumed her spot at Severus’s feet.
“What about my drink?” Draco asked teasingly.
“You can prepare one for yourself when you get me another,” his girlfriend responded with a playful tone before Snape had a chance.
Draco immediately smiled at his witch. “Anything for you, Mills.” In an uncharacteristic display, Draco kissed her cheek before heading to the sidebar.
Severus wasn’t paying attention to the exchange between his godson and his new girlfriend. He was too busy contemplating the earlier words of his best friend. He was pleased that Lucius was considering remarrying. Lucius was a good husband and was the kind of man who was his happiest and his best self with a woman at his side. But the wizard would be hard pressed to find one as tolerant and understanding as Narcissa had been. Somehow, Severus just didn’t see Lucius attaching himself permanently to a witch who was anything less than his departed wife; in station, intellect, or stature. He could completely see Lucius’ attraction to Juliette, however. She was very much like Narcissa, after all.
Snape was an observant person. And while he knew Juliette satisfied one half of his best friend’s psyche, he knew the man would never be able to give up his Dominance. No, Lucius needed to hold out for a witch who was at the least, sexually adventurous. Maybe Juliette was just such a witch, but somehow Severus doubted it.
To top it off, Snape had seen the way his best friend had been watching Hermione tonight. It was obvious Lucius still desired the witch. Severus didn’t blame the man. She was exquisite, after all. Severus was not detecting jealousy or discomfort from his friend, though. It was more like the appreciation of a pretty view. The minute he sensed any discomfiture from his friend, Hermione’s submission would come to an end. At least while in company.
He could sense a slight nervous tension in Hermione as well. He wasn’t sure if it was simply about submitting for over twenty-four hours or if it was also about Lucius. In this moment Severus harbored no jealousy over her shared history with Lucius. As a result of their recent heart to heart talks, Severus was more confident about Hermione’s devotion to him than he had ever been. She was his, but it was clear she and Lucius still had chemistry and still had attraction for each other. He couldn’t fault them for it. Severus was well aware that if Hermione hadn’t harbored feelings for himself, she would likely still be Lucius’ submissive. It was why he had initiated the conversation with Hermione this morning. He wanted her to know he understood her fondness for Lucius and was aware of her recent struggles.
The contemplative wizard took a swallow of his drink as he glanced from Hermione to his blond friend. In the past, Lucius and Severus had shared many submissives. Perhaps…? His thoughts were interrupted.
“What do you think, Godfather? Is that a good idea?”
Severus had no idea what Draco was talking about as he hadn’t been paying attention. “Hmm?”
Draco sighed. “A Dungeon sponsored Quidditch event! The number of teams could be determined by how many members sign up.”
Severus stared at his Godson in bewilderment. “What are you talking about? What does Quidditch have to do with anything?”
“Draco thinks The Dungeon should sponsor more activities outside of the club,” Lucius clarified. “To help the members get to know each other better and help the more…shy members have an avenue to assert themselves outside of the intimidating club atmosphere.”
“Yes, there are more and more new members and potential members coming around every night. I think some of them, who don’t know anyone, are a bit out of their element and might have an easier time socializing and initiating contact in a more…light atmosphere.”
Draco looked to Hermione for back up. “How about you, Hermione? Were you a bit intimidated on your first night? Were you uncomfortable? Did you have any trouble meeting people?”
Hermione opened her mouth to respond and then froze before speaking out of turn. She looked up at Severus.
Severus had to admit this was going to get tedious. It was a small celebratory gathering and Hermione needed to be allowed to speak freely. “You may speak at will until I tell you otherwise. The evening will be more enjoyable if we can all engage in conversation.”
“Here, here,” Lucius agreed with a grin.
Hermione smiled at Severus, finding herself relieved. “Thank you, Master.”
She then looked back at Draco. “Honestly, I didn’t have a chance to feel that way. Lola and Jonathan were very sweet and outgoing and made me feel comfortable. Severus approached me quickly as well.”
Lucius shook his head minutely with a lopsided grin. “I imagine he did,” he said almost so low that no one heard. He sipped his drink before looking at Hermione again. When he found her eyes on him, he offered her a small wink which caused her to smile in return.
Draco rolled his eyes. “Right. The Golden Girl. No way you were going to last long without a thrush of attention.”
Hermione shrugged. “Actually, thanks to Severus, I was wearing a mask fairly quickly. Jonathan didn’t know who I was until I handed in my application. He has been a wonderful friend since I stepped up to the bar that first time.”
Severus was still contemplating his godson’s suggestion. “Draco, I think your idea has some merit, however Quidditch might be too youthful an activity to draw older members. Perhaps something more universally appealing?”
Unexpectantly, Severus’ hand reached down and gripped Hermione’s hair. He pulled her head back with minimal force and met her eyes. “Your legs must be getting stiff. Up, onto my lap.” All eyes were on Hermione as she gingerly stood and moved to sit sideways across her Masters’ legs. “No, pet. Straddle me, your back to my front. Lift your skirt as necessary.”
Lucius watched with a small twinge of nostalgia as her bottom lip was sucked into the captivity of her mouth as she faced the room. She carefully shifted her skirt so she wouldn’t flash anyone as she slid onto his lap and spread her legs to either side of Severus’.
Lucius chuckled at her display of modesty. Every person in this room had seen her quim up close and personal, yet she could be as shy as a schoolgirl at any hint of impropriety. Unfortunately for Lucius, her skirt fell deep enough between her legs to obscure any perusal of her knickers.
Draco watched Hermione situate herself and then responded to his Godfather’s dismissal of his Quidditch idea with a signature smirk, “Well, you could always have a basket weaving class, you know, for the members your age.”
“You aren’t even merely as amusing as you think you are,” Severus deadpanned.
“A book club,” the lone Gryffindor offered, simply.
All eyes shifted to Hermione. She lifted her eyebrows in surprise as she met each of their confused expressions. “What, are there no book clubs in the magical community?”
“What is a book club?” Millie asked, curiously.
“It’s a group of people who meet at a designated place and time to discuss a book they have all read. The members take turns selecting the books and they read them in between meet ups.”
No one said anything as they all seemed to be considering her suggestion. After a few seconds, Draco shook his head. “How positively dull and tedious.”
Hermione wasn’t fazed by Draco’s droning response. Her speech became faster as the words spilled out of her mouth. “Well, the books could be about fetishes or various kinks… maybe a combination of non-fiction and fiction? It would be a good way to socialize and learn.” Her eyes moved about the room, not focusing on anything in particular as she continued. “As they discuss the books, members could share with each other their own experiences and interpretations. It’s a way for them to connect that isn’t based entirely on physical attraction. I imagine people might take an interest in others they would not have noticed otherwise.”
Lucius smiled warmly. He loved it when she was like this; Inspired and excited about a plan or an idea. It was infectious and he couldn’t help but see that her idea had merit.
Hermione’s eyes lit up as her thoughts continued to race ahead. “You could even have movie nights! Maybe set up a projector screen and … well, never mind. You would need someone to set it up, but you could show movies like ‘The Secretary’ and ‘9 ½ Weeks.’” Hermione shrugged. “There are others.” She paused and thought for a beat before shaking her head dismissively. “Those might not be the best, but for members not interested in reading, the movies could be fun. They could then discuss them.”
As Hermione spoke, she was focusing on her idea and was totally oblivious that Severus had pulled her back against his chest. One hand was stroking the skin above her right knee and the other was wrapped around her and stroking her collar under her chin.
“There’s that swot from my youth,” M teased with a warm smile.
Severus laughed. “Yes, it’s like stepping back in time.”
Draco snickered. “No, if we were stepping back in time, you would have stopped her from talking almost immediately and then deducted house points.”
Hermione felt Severus tense and immediately draped her palm over his now frozen hand that had been working its way up her thigh. She knew he regretted having had to treat her so unfairly. It had all been part of his mask. The mask that was necessary due to his role as a double agent.
Trying to make light of it, Hermione giggled before adding, “And then he would have given Harry and Ron detention for their inevitable outburst in my defense.”
“That was the best part!” Draco added, choking a bit as he cheeks flushed from merriment.
Millie let out a throaty chortle, as well. “Weasley would get so red in the face!”
Hermione was suddenly aware of a draft and glanced down to see that Severus had shifted his knees further apart and, in so doing, her legs were spread much wider as well. It had been subtle, and she now realized he had been slowly manipulating her position so that she was essentially flashing the room.
Lucius had to stifle a chuckle when Hermione finally caught on to what Severus was doing. He had to give his best friend credit. It was during her book club proposal, while she was entirely distracted by her rapid firing thoughts, that Severus had moved.
Lucius now had a very clear view of a lacy, lavender strip of fabric between her legs. It was a lovely pop of color against her dress.
When Hermione subtly pressed her skirt further down to cover herself, Severus was quick to halt her movement. “You will not attempt to conceal yourself, pet. If I want to show you off, I will.”
“Yes, Master,” Hermione conceded with a blush.
M was shaking her head in dismay. “It really is quite alluring how bashful you can be, Hermione.”
Lucius laughed. “It is, isn’t it?”
Draco snickered. “You just don’t even know. Granger doesn’t have a bashful bone in her body except in this context. And she fights like a hellcat in a con-noncon.”
Lucius looked at Severus and their eyes met, both remembering her torn dress that night so many months ago. Before she had belonged to either of them.
Severus tilted her head back gently. “Hmm, yes. That’s not something we’ve done yet, is it pet?”
“No, Master,” she responded simply, her body feeling a rush of heat at the memory. Her eyes met Draco’s and he gave her a lopsided smile before tipping his glass to her.
Hermione let out a slow breath when Severus’ right hand stroked up her waist and then rested causally over her breast as though it were a normal thing to do in mixed company. His fingers slowly strummed the peaks of her breasts and she felt a chill rush over her as the hairs stood up on her arms. She knew her nipples were hard, and it was likely obvious to everyone in the room. Her suspicions were confirmed when she caught Lucius’ gaze move down from her face to her chest and then to her spread legs. She looked away as the chill she had felt seconds earlier turned into a wash of heat accompanied by a flutter of intense desire in her gut.
The sexual charge in the room was palpable as all eyes remained on the Master and his submissive.
Suddenly a pop of Apparition caused Hermione to startle. Her heart was thrumming rapidly as the house elf bent at the waist and announced, “Dinner is served, Master Malfoy, sir.”
“Ahh, thank you, Bilby.” Lucius’ eyes shot back to Hermione and offered a roguish smirk. “Saved by the dinner bell, Miss Granger.”
Draco laughed, taking M’s hand in a gentlemanly and proper way, assisting her to stand.
“Up pet,” Severus commanded quietly with a gentle pat on her hip.
Hermione blew out a breath she didn’t know she was holding as she slid off her master’s lap. He took her hand and led her into the dining room behind Lucius.
“Since I am the birthday boy, I get to sit by the two beautiful women in attendance this evening.” He stood behind his chair at the head of the table and gestured to the chair on his right. “M, if you would be so kind and sit to my right and, Hermione, if you would do me the honor of sitting to my left.”
Draco held out M’s chair as she took her seat and Severus held Hermione’s. After shifting their chairs forward and seeing that the ladies were situated, Draco and Severus took their own seats, followed by the host.
Fizzing champagne flutes with fresh raspberries appeared in front of them. All eyes moved to the younger Malfoy when he tapped his glass and stood. “It seems like an appropriate occasion for a toast.” He lifted his glass and faced the head of the table. “To your good health, Father. May you live long, love fiercely, and have that love reciprocated with great passion and devotion.”
Lucius met Draco’s eyes and it was obvious he was moved by the sentimental toast. “Thank you, son.”
“So, mote it be,” Severus contributed with a tip of his glass to his best friend.
“So, mote it be,” Hermione offered with a warm smile.
“So, mote it be,” M said last.
There was a breath of silence and contemplation before everyone sipped their glass. Hermione felt the tingle of the champagne on her tongue and it seemed to travel through her body leaving her feeling light and happy.
She peeked at Severus to see his gaze was on Lucius, a softness in his eyes that proved there was great affection for his best friend.
Bilby and Tinny entered and placed covered platters on each of their place settings. They levitated the lids to reveal Chicken Tikka Masala with Basmati rice. Warm Naan bread was laid out in baskets.
“Wow,” Hermione whispered to herself as she breathed in the scent of one of her favorite dishes. Her mother used to make it and she hadn’t eaten it since before her sixth year at Hogwarts.
Hermione took another sip of the champagne, the hint of raspberry leaving a slightly sweet aftertaste. Bilby reentered the room and proceeded to fill their wine glasses with Pouilly-Fume. Hermione was glad she had opted to not have any pre-dinner drinks. The champagne and glass of wine would be her limit for the night.
As dinner progressed the group fell into easy conversation with much laughter and playful bantering. The alcohol had Hermione feeling relaxed and spirited but not drunk. She was immensely enjoying spending time with Lucius and with every passing minute, it felt more and more like how it used to be.
Draco and Millie were relaying adventures and tales that proved Hermione, Harry, and Ron weren’t the only ones who thought themselves sneaky sleuths. It seems that Draco got into a great deal of mischief with Theo and Blaise, and Millicent was no innocent either. M, Daphne, and Pansy snuck out of the castle one night and spent the entire night in the Forbidden Forest on a dare.
So far, Severus had allowed Hermione to enjoy her meal with minimal commands or instruction. She felt like this was the perfect first attempt at a prolonged submission because it wasn’t an intense scenario. It was just a night with close friends where she simply followed his commands as he made them. Other than the bit on his lap earlier, it had all been rather tame; kneeling and serving Lucius a couple drinks. She wondered what lay ahead for the evening. It was early, after all.
Bilby and Tinny reentered, clearing their dinner plates and replacing them with pudding; warm chocolate souffle with a raspberry, chocolate filling that steamed when the cake was cut into. Hermione could barely conceal her delight and closed her eyes, internally moaning her rapture from just the smell.
“Damn, Granger. You want a private room?” Draco teased.
She looked up questioningly and, upon seeing the grins coming her way from around the table, realized her moaning had not been so internal after all.
“What?” she responded a bit defensively. “I love dessert, alright?”
Lucius smiled. “That you do, kitten. It’s a wonder you maintain such a trim figure.”
The table grew quiet as everyone tucked into the extravagant dessert.
When Hermione finished hers, she noticed Lucius had a smudge of chocolate sauce on his right cheek.
“Lucius, you have a…” she started to gesture to her own right cheek and then changed her mind. Feeling playful, she continued, “Here, allow me.”
Lucius’ brow hitched when she smiled and reached towards his face.
“You have a little something…”
She was gesturing towards the left side of his face, so he tilted his neck to give her better access. She proceeded to act as though she was wiping something away, when in truth she was adding a matching smudge of chocolate to his left cheek. “Wow, it’s really on there!” She fibbed as she continued to spread it all around making it a rather large smear.
When she pulled her hand away, she gave him a sweet smile. “There, all better.”
He smiled warmly in return. “Thanks, love.”
“Your welcome,” she whispered quietly as she picked up her wine glass, trying not to giggle. She glanced around the table to find Millie maintaining a straight face but Draco smiling into his champagne flute. When she peeked at Severus it was to find his astute gaze on her with a hint of amusement. No one gave her away, though.
The conversation continued with Lucius unaware of his messy face, until Bilby entered the room, that is. The elf approached Lucius and whispered, “Bilby shall get yous a clean napkin, sir. Yours is smearings chocolate.”
Lucius looked surprised for a second and then he turned an assessing and accusing stare at Hermione. “Really?” he asked smoothly, although it was more of an acknowledgment than a question.
He wiped his face with the newly presented, clean, white, napkin and then gave Hermione a devilish stare when he noticed how much chocolate came off his face. With a smirk, he moved his gaze to his best friend. His words were delivered slowly and in a tenor that made Hermione’s heart start to thrum. “Your submissive is misbehaving, Severus.”
Snape looked from his friend to Hermione. “Yes, quite right.” He exhaled a concerned breath. “Hmm, a dilemma. She has already finished her pudding, so her punishment can’t be denial of her treat.”
Hermione felt like fire was raging though her veins. The moment had gone from playful and funny to sexually charged in less than a minute. Her eyes were glued to her plate before her as she barely dared to breathe. Punishment?
Insult was added to injury when she could hear Draco chuckling from across the table. She toyed her wand under the table, contemplating cursing the prat.
She closed her eyes in defeat when Mistress M came out to play. “Tsk, tsk Miss Priss. Here I thought you were supposed to be so smart.” She tilted her head as she assessed Hermione curiously. “Or, is the kitty looking to have her tail swatted?”
Severus’ lip turned into a hint of a mocking smile. “Her…Gryffindor impulses lead her astray sometimes.”
“Indeed,” Lucius drawled.
Letting out a breath and a frantic bark of laugh, Hermione took her defense into her own hands. “It was a joke! A fun, lighthearted, silly little…”
Severus’ hand draped over her left forearm, “Hush pet. Say no more. From this point forward, you will not speak unless asked a question.”
Hermione pressed her lips together, fighting the urge to blurt out the defense that was rolling around in her head.
“Well, Lucius. Since you are the victim in Miss Granger’s little game. I feel it’s only fair that you determine her penance.” After a pause, he added, “Perhaps divvy it out as well.”
Lucius’ surprise was evident. He stared at Severus for a minute, trying to get a grasp on just what his friend was putting on the table. Was Severus offering what Lucius thought he was? Lucius decided to proceed cautiously. There was no point in getting his hopes up.
He turned his cool, steel eyes on Hermione and said softly. “A spanking, certainly. Although, I believe the punishment should fit the crime. Perhaps a little humiliation?”
Sheer adrenaline flooded through Hermione’s veins. Her heart was pumping so hard, she could feel it in her chest. The reverberations of it were so pronounced, she could hear it in her head as well.
A lump formed in Lucius’ throat when her whisky irises with their lust filled pupils met his own. He had missed that look. Only in this moment did he realize just how much. He had tried to remember that expression, fear that was basted with a heavy glaze of desire, but his brain was obviously in the beginnings of senility for all he had forgotten. His memory hadn’t begun to capture it.
For her part, Hermione felt frozen. She had missed her training Master so much. The thought of his hands on her again caused goosebumps to form on her skin and without thought, she ran her fingertips up and down her arms to fight the sudden chill.
She peaked back at Severus to find him staring at her intensely, as though gauging her reaction. It was a piercing look that always made her squirm. Her hitched breath betrayed the calm she was trying to put forth. His eyes narrowed just slightly and then the corners of his mouth pulled up into a knowing grin.
Fuck. She looked back at her place setting before her. The prospect of what might happen was making her head spin. She would be in submissive bliss overload if Severus and Lucius decided that both of their interventions were required. She concentrated on her breathing as she told herself to remain calm.
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