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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 Eleven
BETA love – Raynephoenix2 & Sab81790
Just breathe, Hermione told herself, trying to keep her thoughts from running away with her. They are just having a go at you. Teasing you. Stay above it. The self-pep talk almost worked. If she hadn't chanced a glance at Severus, she could have deceived herself a little longer.
However, the man normally known for giving nothing away had her fate written plain as day on his face. Glittering eyes. A small, devilish upturn of his lips. The question was, just where was all this going? She had wondered as she dressed this evening if her submission to Severus would at any point extend to Lucius. She had thought it unlikely, but now all signs were saying it would. Unless, of course, this really was all just a game to keep her on edge.
There were parts of submission that seemed to come easily to Hermione, but if she had one particular struggle, this was it. Patience. As long as things were moving along, she was fine. This, however, was hard. Having to wait for action - having no control over the pace of it all. She had always been someone who wanted answers to a question yesterday. Right now, she wanted to know what the hell was going to come of their teasing. This wasn't a simple pondering of whether her Master would use the paddle or the cane. This was about Lucius and the possibilities that could be unfolding. She was becoming a bundle of nerves.
Determined not to let them see her sweat, Hermione focused on the pattern of the plate in front of her. Is this Wedgwood? She pointedly ignored Severus when he lifted his wine glass and took a slow, agonizing sip. Spode, perhaps? After all, he knew exactly what he was doing to her. He swirled the wine in his goblet as though he didn't have a care in the world. Must be nice!
When he leisurely put down his drink, he cut her a sideways glance. "Perhaps you don't understand just how close Lucius and I are, pet." He dabbed his mouth with his embroidered, linen napkin.
"What would you say we are to each other, Lucius?" he asked conversationally as he looked past Hermione to the blond man sitting to her right and at the head of the table.
"Brothers for certain," Lucius responded simply.
Snape nodded lightly. "Mmm," he agreed. "For certain," he repeated barely above a whisper. "I like to think we are even closer than brothers. Friends since Hogwarts, we've been to Hell and back. The experiences we've shared, how linked our pasts are – it's caused a bond that's hard to explain. There really isn't much we haven't shared, is there, Lucius?"
Still staring in front of her, Hermione could see Lucius shake his head in her peripheral vision as he replied casually, "No, there really isn't."
"Why… we've even been known to share a witch or two, haven't we friend?"
"Indeed," Lucius drawled.
Hermione picked up her water glass and took a slow sip. Stay calm. Stay focused, she coached herself.
She could feel her Master's eyes on her as he continued with his merry torture. "So really, an affront to Lucius is an affront to me, and to that end, you may as well have smeared chocolate on my face as well as his."
She tried not to think about where this was going, but it was a losing battle. Scenarios began to flitter through her mind. A visual of them both towering over her with carnal stares brought back the memory of them spanking her on stage with riding crops all those months ago. The subtle shift in her chair did nothing to allay the rush of heat that was so visceral her pussy actually fluttered. Her hand reflexively moved to her stomach when it clenched as her thoughts traveled to Thursday night when Severus had whipped her to euphoria as Lucius watched from the crowd.
Stop it, Hermione! You have more control than this! She internally scolded herself. Normally this would have been true, and she could have shut her mind down easier. But this was untilled soil. This was a secret garden she had yet to explore. One thing she knew for certain was that she wanted it. She wanted these two men to take her to the brink of madness. You're getting carried away, Hermione, she told herself. Don't set yourself up for disappointment. It's just a tease! It will probably come to nothing!
She was pulled from her rapid firing thoughts as her Master continued, "Furthermore, I could no more deny his demand for restitution than I could deny my own."
Hermione took a stuttered, nervous breath. Oh, sweet Nimue, this is happening! Let the spankings begin! She closed her eyes as the voice of reason tried to be heard, once again. Get a grip, Hermione! Knowing Lucius, he could make you write lines.
Severus didn't say anything for a minute and the silence would have been deafening if not for her internal chatter. Neither Draco nor Millie had spoken or even moved since this little game began.
"Do you have anything to add, Lucius?"
Hermione's gaze instantly flickered to her right as he responded, "On the contrary, dear Severus, I think you explained the situation quite thoroughly and eloquently." His reply was spoken to his friend, but his focus was on Hermione. Steel-blue irises that were playful as they grazed down her form were roguish when they came back up.
And there he was. He was back. Hermione's heart was pounding with sheer joy at being reacquainted with Dominant Lucius. He had so easily morphed from friend to Master in only a matter of seconds. Of course, she had seen this transformation numerous times, but not since their contract ended. Gods, I've missed this! She loved being Severus', but there was no denying she missed being Lucius' as well. Once again, the unknown of what was to come plagued her.
She peeked back at Severus to find he was having some sort of silent communication with her prior Master.
Drawn by the intense feeling of being watched, Hermione glanced across the table. M was clearly amused, but Draco looked…concerned? His right elbow was resting on the table and his hand was cradling his jaw. He seemed to stare without seeing as the edge of his index finger stroked his bottom lip.
Hermione tilted her head, as if to ask, what's wrong?
Draco gave a light shake of his head, as though snapping out of it, and then looked at his father before turning to M and lifting his left arm to drape it behind her, stroking her neck tenderly. His touch immediately caused Millie's attention to shift to him and she offered him a small, closed mouth smile.
It was her Master's voice that interrupted Hermione's brief distraction from across the table. His tenor more commanding than only a moment ago, Hermione drew a breath as she attempted to maintain her composure. It was a necessary defense when he spoke to her in that Snape tone that drove her to delirium.
"Pet, you will do as Master Malfoy commands until I tell you otherwise. You will address him as sir and you will answer all questions that are directed to you promptly and succinctly. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Master." Oh, Gods! This is happening!
"How delightful," Lucius mused as he rubbed his hands together. "Happy birthday to me, indeed." It was said teasingly and the light laughter around the table helped diffuse some of the sexual tension that had been approaching DEFCON levels.
"Well, now that that's settled," Lucius pushed his chair from the table with a triumphant smirk on his face, "perhaps we should adjourn to my study for after dinner drinks?"
As everyone voiced their agreement and stood from the table, Hermione remained seated. She knew better than to fall for the trap and would do nothing until personally instructed.
Hermione waited patiently as the others exited the room, leaving her sitting as though left behind. She knew what Lucius were doing. She wasn't forgotten. This was the beginning of her punishment. Where would it lead? Lucius had said the punishment should fit the crime. So, what then? What had her crime really been? Smoothing a little chocolate on his cheek? Hardly worthy of anything intense, certainly. This wouldn't be a real punishment.
Then again. This was Lucius Malfoy. Arrogant. Beautiful. Well bred. Impeccable manners. A man who takes immense pride in his appearance.
She began to shift a little uneasily in her chair. How long had the chocolate remained on his face? Ten minutes? Fifteen?
She swallowed heavily. So, fifteen minutes of smeared chocolate on a man's face who prides himself on his appearance. On his birthday. When all focus was primarily on him.
Oh boy. Perhaps I didn't think this through properly. Her fingers absently pulled at a loose thread on her linen napkin as her heart began to thump against its confining ribcage. She lifted the napkin to her forehead and wiped at the light coating of sweat that had developed.
Meanwhile, in the other room, it was Draco who took pity on her first. "You reckon she's squirmed enough?" he asked his father before looking at Severus.
Severus didn't say anything, instead he turned his attention to Lucius who was enjoying his cognac with a deviant grin. "Just a few more minutes. She'll have worked herself into a right state by then. It will be that much easier to fluster her and take my revenge."
M laughed. "I almost feel sorry for her."
Draco nodded. "Father can be quite creative when he wants to be." He looked at M. "We should get his gift, don't you think?"
Millie smiled. "Oh, yes!"
"Excuse us for a few minutes. We will be right back."
Lucius and Severus watched the couple's retreating forms as they left the room.
A slight upward curve of his mouth represented the barest hint of a smile as Lucius said, "It's been a long time since I've seen him this happy. Since before Cissa died, certainly."
Severus agreed with a slight nod. "I think his friendship with Hermione was the beginning of it. He has always kept his emotions buried, but since she came along, he seems to carry less of a burden. I would go so far as to say that his friendship with her enabled his ability to have an actual relationship with Millicent."
"That's very true. He's quite fond of Hermione." Lucius sipped his drink. "As am I." He met his friends' eyes. "She's been good for you as well, Severus. You are a changed man since she came along. I hope that things continue and she brings you as much happiness as Narcissa brought me. Such women are rare and to be cherished."
Severus' thoughts immediately wandered to memories of Lucius' late wife. He had loved Narcissa in his own way. Memories of the few times the couple had invited him into their marriage bed came to mind. While Narcissa had been turned off to all things BDSM, she did have a sexually adventurous side to her and was far from prudish. However, those intimate encounters had been very different and far removed from the scenes the two men shared with submissives. With Narcissa, the three hadn't just fucked, they had caressed and shown affection. Because of this, the few tumbles they had shared had been amongst the most intense sexual experiences for Severus. Until Hermione came along, that is.
Lucius' voice pulled him back to the present. "What are you thinking, Snape? When we have played this game before, the parties weren't quite as…involved. The situation with Hermione is special. I guess I need to know just what is on the table. Are you offering what I think you are?"
Severus was prepared for this question. He had been considering this possible turn of events for tonight ever since they had arrived. Since before, actually. Lucius had been very pleased and supportive when Severus had discussed the possibility of Hermione submitting for the weekend. Severus hadn't been sure, not wanting to make Lucius uncomfortable. But this time his instincts had been correct, and Lucius had been more than encouraging. One of the reasons Snape wanted to do this now, was for the very reason that Lucius would be there. It would be a comfort for him as well as Hermione having Lucius there to help steer them back on track if they struggled.
"Let's allow her to be our guide," Severus responded. "You know her reactions and tells as well as I do, I'm sure. I trust you to follow my lead if things…progress."
"That sounds reasonable. But just so we are clear, you are okay with me touching her?"
"Of course. Again, allow her reactions to guide you. This is about pleasure and fun. Not a true punishment as I am sure you realize."
Lucius laughed, "Of course, of course."
Snape knew Lucius would love nothing more than a full-on threesome with the witch and he had to admit he was more than game as well. It was scored highly on her limits list as something she would like to do, after all. He could think of no better third party than Lucius. Hermione was comfortable with him and trusted him. It was the perfect scenario for her first time. Of course, Hermione would have to be in agreement as well.
Lucius put down his drink and walked to his desk. He pulled a vial of sobering potion out of his top drawer and swallowed it down. He made a face and looked at the Potions Master. "You really should work on a formula that tastes better." He held out another vial to Severus. "Do you need one?"
Severus nodded his head. "I have had very little to drink, but yes."
Lucius handed a second vial to his friend. "Well, then. On that note, I shall retrieve her."
It had only been about ten minutes since Hermione had been left behind, but the longer she waited, the more nervous she became. Her relief was palpable when his footsteps echoed in the large room. She couldn't help but smile internally at the familiar words. "Come, Kitten." Finally!
She stood and turned to face the formidable blond. He was looking at her with the darkened hue to his eyes that had meant delicious things were to come. She took slow and steady steps towards him not missing the way his focus raked down to her swaying hips and back up.
"Hmm, somethings not quite right." He smirked. "Ahh, I know what it is. You should be crawling. Like a proper feline."
She didn't move, hoping he was kidding.
His brow cocked. "I'm waiting."
She just avoided rolling her eyes as she descended to her hands and knees. This was not what she had in mind. Since when does that matter?
Severus had to contain a chuckle when he spotted her on Lucius' heels. She was just barely containing the look of irritation that he knew she was fighting. He had just made her crawl naked through the private part of the club a few nights ago. Hermione was fine with kneeling, but he knew that this was one of her least favorite commands. He was quite certain that Lucius was fully aware of this fact as well.
"Yes, right here, kitten. You can rest at my feet. Perhaps I'll have Bilby bring you a little dish of milk."
Oh, dear Godric, Hermione internally groused. She had no desire whatsoever for puppy, or kitty, or whatever the fuck this kind of play was. She was quite certain Lucius knew it, too. Piss on a popsicle.
"Bilby," Lucius called out softly.
The elf popped in instantly. "Yes, Masters Lucius, sir?"
"Bring a little saucer of milk and place it on the floor in front of Miss Granger."
When the elf popped out, Hermione chanced a glance up at Lucius to find him completely ignoring her as he plucked imaginary lint off his sleeve. When she looked across the settee area to Severus, who was back in his original wing back chair, it was to find he had a very amused look in his face.
The look turned mischievous when he commanded, "Pet, remove your dress." His eyes blinked with feigned innocence as he clarified "It will make crawling much easier for you."
Sighing with exasperation, Hermione reached behind her to undo her zipper, her fingers fumbling. This was not what she wanted. She wanted a spanking. She wanted hands on her skin. She was so frustrated she almost wanted to cry.
She immediately regretted not disguising her irritation more efficiently when Lucius whispered menacingly from beside her, "Please don't tell me you have forgotten your training in such a short amount of time, Miss Granger. Stand up."
What is wrong with me? She scolded herself as she stood. She wasn't in the right headspace. Her mind was in too many different places at once, her thoughts were too defiant. She didn't want to screw this up, but it was just too much. Being here, in the Manor. The memories of Lucius flooding her brain. Her mind on Severus and pleasing him. Her wants, overtaking her desire to truly submit. The torment of the unknown. Thoughts of work niggling the back of it all. She was a mess.
Strong hands spun her to face the man who she sometimes wondered knew her better than any other living person. Concern dotted his impossibly beautiful, grey eyes. "You are struggling, kitten. It's written all over your face. If this too much, you need only…"
"No!" she cried out, the touch of panic in her voice obvious.
Severus immediately stood and approached them. "Speaking out of turn. Defiant body language. You are feeling unfocused and lost right now, aren't you?"
She didn't dare say another word but the disappointment of this all coming to nothing caused her bottom lip to tremble.
Lucius' voice was consoling. "I think I know what you need. I daresay Severus does as well."
Severus stroked her cheek lightly causing her to tilt her face into his touch. He wiped the lone tear that had escaped her bottom lash. She was a bundle of nerves and, in hindsight, it was obvious she had slowly been unraveling since he had arrived at her flat to retrieve her. She had seemed rushed and a touch frazzled from the moment he came through her floo. He had thought she was simply running late, but she had mentioned a difficult client and he had noticed several dresses strewn about her bedroom as though she had been struggling with what to wear. Now, he realized the progression of the evening had been building on that shaky foundation. He felt frustrated with himself for his oversight. He sighed and met his friend's concerned eyes. "Lucius, would you like to do the honors?"
The blond grinned. "As if you need to ask." He looked back at Hermione and stood. "Come, kitten. I believe my hand will work well enough for what you need. You may walk this time."
Yes! Yes! Tears of relief flooded her cheeks and she quickly wiped them away. She knew exactly what Lucius was thinking and he was right. She didn't only want this, she needed it.
When she stepped up next to him, he made a swirling motion with his index finger and she turned her back to him immediately. She felt his hands brush her back as he slid her zipper down. His fingers caused goosebumps on her skin as they brushed her waist and her hips as he slid the garment off her, leaving it to pool on the floor.
"Step out of the dress and come closer to the desk. Bend over and place your hands over your head." She complied as quickly as was physically possible eliciting a chuckle from her Master who was watching from several feet away.
A deep breath from behind her was followed by, "Salazar, I've missed this."
Her eyes fluttered closed when his large, soft hand cupped her right arse cheek and gave it a small squeeze.
"You will count."
Smack!
The slap stung and landed where his hand had just rubbed her. "One," she called out, relief evident in her voice.
Smack!
A harder slap to her other buttock stole her breath. "Two," she choked.
Smack!
Ouch! "Three!" she cried out.
By the time the seventh swat landed, her thoughts were no longer on anything but the feel of the sting on her skin. Everything else; the worry, the sexual tension, the wonderings of what was to come – it was all gone. Her mind only existed in the here and now.
When the tenth slap landed. Her voice was a mere whisper and her body was completely limp.
She was vaguely aware of Lucius stepping away and Severus approaching. He easily lifted her and maneuvered her in his arms so that he was carrying her bridal style to his chair. When he sat, she remained on his lap and curled her fists under his neck as she lay her head on his shoulder.
Lucius approached with a glass of water and held it out to her. Neither wizard said a word as she took it and downed a large swallow. The men remained quiet as she finished the cool drink. She was far thirstier than she had realized.
After a minute, her head began to clear. She was relieved that all the inner turmoil of moments ago was completely gone. She was calm. She was in control of her thoughts once again.
"Better?" Severus whispered.
"Yes, Master. Thank you, Master."
"It is not I whom you should be thanking. Go to Lucius."
Hermione peeled herself away from her Masters' lap and padded over to Lucius. His kind eyes were glued to hers as she approached.
"Thank you, sir. I feel much better now."
He smiled with understanding. "I'm glad." He watched her for a second as her gaze shifted submissively to the floor at her feet. "Do you wish to continue? I am sure that Severus will not object if you would prefer the D/s activities of the evening to desist."
"No sir, I'm much better now. I want to proceed."
He contemplated for a second and then nodded, his expression taking a more serious turn. "In that case, I want you to go rinse your face. You will feel even better if you clean the salt off your cheeks. When you come back, I want you to kneel at my feet, next to the saucer of milk that Bilby so kindly left for you."
Hermione nodded, internally rejoicing at the thought of a moment in the loo to refresh.
After she left the room, Lucius had questions for Snape. Letting Hermione's reactions guide them was a certainty, but Lucius needed to know more.
"I have to ask, once again Severus. Now that the spanking is over, things could take a turn for the more intimate. Are you certain you are alright with that?"
Severus appreciated Lucius' need for confirmation, and it was time he laid it out plainly for his friend. "I think Hermione would be terribly disappointed if we didn't follow through with what we have been hinting at since dessert. Let's give her a night to remember, shall we?"
Lucius swallowed. "I won't proceed unless you confirm with her first. I don't want her to feel a ridiculous sense of obligation because it's my birthday or any such nonsense." He ran his hand down his face before adding, "In a little while, I will make myself scarce for a few moments so that you can talk with her privately."
Severus could do no more than nod when they heard the approach of her footsteps.
They both watched with an even greater sense of purpose when she quickly took her place next to Lucius.
Hermione assumed they had been discussing her when their soft voices were abruptly silent upon her arrival. She tucked the observation away as she slid to her knees and wasn't the least bit bothered by the milk.
It was then that Hermione heard a strange sound; staccato little toe nailed steps coming quickly down the hall, a voice booming from behind, "Shit, he got away!"
Suddenly a small, white ball of fur came barreling into the room. It froze for a flash of a second before charging towards Hermione, clearly finding her position on its level the most welcoming. A small, yippy bark met her ears as little paws landed on her knees and a soft, wet tongue started licking her cheek. Hermione had no control over the giggle that escaped her as her hands reached out to grab the little intruder.
Draco and M came charging in next, Draco's expression apologetic. "Well, not exactly the entrance we were hoping for…but…happy birthday, Father!"
Hermione released the puppy as Lucius leaned forward, his voice relaying his shock. "A puppy? You got me a puppy? I only just mentioned wanting one!"
"Way ahead of you, Father. I've been wanting to get you one ever since Jupiter passed away. I've just been waiting for the right dog to come along."
All eyes were on the little ball of energy as it lapped up every drop of milk out of the saucer.
"He's a Slovensky Cuvac and while he is little now, he'll grow to be close to 45 kilograms, if not more."
"He's certainly…energetic," Severus observed cautiously as the puppy began rapidly rushing about the room, stopping to smell each leg of furniture.
Lucius' asked urgently, "Is he housebroken?"
"Well, he's only eight weeks old, so no. But don't worry, Tinny put a charm on him to prevent his urge to mark. According to his breeder, these dogs are quick learners as they are very smart. They are also great guard dogs and wonderful, loyal companions."
Lucius' hesitation gave way to joy as he watched the puppy. "What to name him?" He asked, more to himself than anyone.
"Permission to speak?" Hermione asked quietly.
"Of course, Kitten."
"He looks like a 'Cosmo' to me."
"Hmm. I like that, let's try it out, shall we?" Lucius responded. "Cosmo, here, Cosmo!"
Whether the puppy actually liked the name, or whether he was simply responding to the voice that was directed towards him, Hermione wasn't sure. But in a flash the puppy ran to Lucius and hopped up onto his lap and proceeded to lavish his cheek with kisses just as it had Hermione only moments before.
"Cosmo, it is," Lucius responded with a chuckle as he grabbed the exuberant ball of fluff. When Lucius began to scratch behind the puppy's ears, it fell onto his lap in a quick display of submission by rolling over and displaying its pink belly. Lucius' eyes were bright and his smile genuine when he looked up at his son. "Thank you, Draco. He's wonderful."
Draco seemed to collapse in on himself in relief. He and Millie took their seats and watched as Lucius continued to pet and love on his new friend. It was then that Draco took actual notice of Hermione in her lavender colored bra and thong and black heels kneeling at his father's feet.
He looked at his Godfather. "What did we miss?"
"Nothing that concerns you," Severus responded.
"Damn, it was probably hot whatever it was."
Lucius responded without looking up from Cosmo, who was now getting sleepy on his lap. "It was, actually. As all acts of genuine submission are."
Glancing down at Hermione, he couldn't deny the truth. Unless he was exceedingly lucky, Juliette would never make him truly happy. The bar had been set very high with this young woman at his feet. This is what he needed. A strong, beautiful, and independent witch whom he would be proud to have on his arm. A woman whose company he enjoyed on an intellectual level as well as sexual. A woman who was all those things as well as sexually submissive. He would not settle. He couldn't have Hermione, but he would do his best to find someone like her.
For her part, Hermione was perfectly content. The spanking had been exactly what she had needed, and she was continuing to feel at ease in her submission. There was something very comforting about being at Lucius' feet again. She peeked up at Severus to find his hawkish focus on her. Gods she loved that man. She really did. He had a twinkle in his eye that betrayed his piercing stare. When he suddenly winked at her, she offered him a small smile in return.
"You know, Father, I wonder if you should consider a cat as well." Draco said simply, seemingly out of the blue.
Why would Lucius want a cat when he just got a puppy?
"I do like the idea of a furry little feline curled up next to me," he responded.
"I can practically picture you with one," Millie added.
Hermione was only vaguely paying attention to the conversation but began to feel like she was being watched. She peeked through her lashes to find Draco and Millie were both eying her with sly grins on their faces. What is that about? It's not like kneeling is something unusual or worthy of any particular notice. At least not with this crowd. She put it out of her mind and closed her eyes. She felt like purring when Lucius' hand began to stroke her head again.
It was then that she began to feel strange. A subtle rumble in her throat was matched by sound as it escaped her lips. Her tail bone suddenly felt a little heavy, and she shifted her weight to accommodate the odd sensation. Her nose began to twitch for no reason.
"What kind of cat would you choose, Lucius?" Severus asked conversationally as Hermione shifted her position once again.
"I think a large one. One that is smart, yet obedient, and comes when called."
"Or when it's told to," Draco added under his breath with a chuckle.
It was when Lucius' hand brushed her shoulder and continued to stroke down her back that Hermione realized something wasn't right. His hand was touching her, yet it didn't feel like skin on skin. When his fingers stroked back up, Hermione jumped at the unwelcome sensation and froze when a hiss escaped her mouth. What the?!
The room fell into laughter and Hermione suddenly realized why. Soft, tabby-like fur had appeared on her arms and legs. Her hands shot to her face to find more hair and what felt like whiskers. She peeked back over her shoulder to find she had a tail. An actual, fucking tail that was wildly swishing form side to side.
The only reason she didn't panic was because she knew in her soul that Lucius and Severus would never let harm come to her. She realized right away what this was. This was a punishment that fit the crime. The joke was on her this time around.
She was about to open her mouth when Severus cautioned her. "You have not been given leave to speak…pet."
Hermione closed her eyes, willing her indignation to calm. Instead, every ounce of that frustration manifested itself in the exaggerated swish and sway of her new tail, which only caused the room to laugh harder.
"Well, Miss Priss. I wondered what you would look like polyjuiced as my Jinxie. Now I have a general idea."
"Tit for tat, kitty cat," Lucius drawled into her ear as he leaned forward and waved his wand over her with a quick whispered, "Finite Incantatum."
Looking down, Hermione watched as the hair on her arms and legs slowly faded to ivory skin. The strange feeling of the tail was gone, and the twitching of her nose came to a stop.
"Something to say?" Lucius challenged when she looked back over her shoulder at him.
She merely smiled indifferently. "No, sir. You forget I'm a Gryffindor. A lioness at heart."
"Now, now, Granger," Draco chided. "Judging by that thrashing tail and hiss you were a touch peeved." He looked at Lucius and then back at Hermione. "Glad you changed her back fairly quickly, Father. Nothing worse than a pissed off pussy."
Millie rolled her eyes.
"No? How about a hissing pussy."
"Now you're just embarrassing yourself," Millie responded.
"Pussy gone wild?"
"Revenge of a Pussy?"
"Pussy on a mission?"
"Throwing pussy!"
Millie shook her head as she scolded, "What is wrong with you? And what the hell is a throwing pussy?"
"I don't rightfully know, but you have to admit it sounds pretty damn scary!"
Millie looked at Lucius. "You realize you have to claim responsibility for some of this."
Lucius shrugged. "I blame it on his Mother's side of the family."
Millie didn't need to be clairvoyant to see what was unfolding. While she would never offer an unsolicited opinion out loud, she certainly held many. And it was her opinion that Snape, Lucius and Hermione had some figuring out to do and there was no time like the present. She turned to Draco. "Didn't you say you wanted to visit Mony? Let's grab some apples and head to the barn."
Hermione couldn't help but smile at the way Draco's entire face lit up at the mention of his pony.
"Ahh, Mills, right you are." He stood and held his hand out to her as he addressed the rest of the room. "We'll be back in a bit." After a couple more steps he corrected himself with a playful smirk. "On second thought, we'll see you at brunch tomorrow."
It was very quiet after the couple left. Draco was such a whirlwind of personality that his absence left a stillness, almost like the calm after a storm. There was a shift in the air as the silence continued. Like something was coming. This time she didn't feel nervous, or worried; only a small thrum of excitement. She didn't try to predict. Still calm from her spanking, she had mastered her impatience and would simply trust the two men to guide their evening.
"I'll be right back," Lucius said as he readjusted the now snoozing Cosmo and carried him out of the room.
Snape was quite certain Hermione would be on board with what he was contemplating, but he needed to hear her say it. He felt it was fairly obvious where all this was leading but he owed it to her to give her a voice in this situation. "Pet, how would you feel about broadening your experiences this evening? More than just a prolonged period of submission, I mean. I was thinking Lucius could join us. However, I don't want you to feel you have no choice. And this is not something I wanted you to have to safe word over if you are uncomfortable. That would be unfair to you as well as Lucius."
Hermione felt nothing but relief. She wanted this without question. "Lucius is alright with this? He doesn't feel obligated in any way, does he?"
Severus chuckled. "I think you know the answer to that. He has been enjoying himself immensely this evening. Have you not had the same impression?"
Hermione smiled. "I just wanted to be sure."
It was then that Lucius returned and took his seat on the sofa.
"I just asked pet if she was open to some new experiences tonight," Severus announced to his friend.
Hermione met her Masters' eye and calmly and officially responded, "I am always open to new experiences, Master. I trust you."
Lucius chuckled. "No words were ever a greater aphrodisiac."
Severus smirked. "I quite agree, Lucius."
Unable to help it, a touch of that calm that Hermione was so stoically maintaining was beginning to crumble. Breathe, Hermione. Breathe.
"Pet, while it is unlikely Lucius or I would allow you to get to the point you found it necessary, please remember your safe words and do not hesitate to use them if you become…overwhelmed. For the purpose of clarity, what are those words, Hermione?"
"Yellow and red, Master."
Lucius' voice was quick to add, "And green, pet."
"Yes, sir," Hermione responded. "Green as well."
Lucius met Severus' eye. "Let's head to your suite, Severus. There are some…accoutrements I provided for your possible use tonight."
"Ah, Lucius. Ever the considerate host."
"Well, I'm not just a pretty face."
Hermione was too stunned to pay much notice to the banter. "Stand up, kitten," Lucius instructed. He held his hand out to her and assisted her to her feet. "Follow."
Relieved she wasn't told to crawl, Hermione struggled to keep up with the two men who were walking with purposeful strides.
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