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This Physical Fascination (HG/SS/LM)	By : Remarkable Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 71591 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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My lovelies, it is spring break next week. I am hoping to get a lot of writing done and some serious editing done on another fic of mine that has been languishing in limbo through all of life's changes. I was sick this past week with influenza AND bronchitis, almost ending up in the hospital. Please get your sleep and don't let yourselves get run down like I did. Now I have a ton of homework to catch up on but I skived off to give you all this lovely chapter that I am quite pleased with if I may say so myself.

Enjoy, and if you like it, please review. I so look forward to your reviews. It is the only way I know that the story is well recieved. Bless for those who continue to faithfully review. I read every one and cherish them. Without further ado, here is our continued descent into madness......

Chapter 13

Severus tightened his grip on the shoulders of his old friend and colleague. His dark eyes studied the planes and contours of her face. She looked so much older than he remembered. The job of Headmistress had obviously taken its toll. The lines around her eyes were deeper and there seemed to be a slight tic in her jaw when she drew her lips into the familiar straight line he’d seen so often in the past.

“Thank you, Minerva.”

With one last meaningful squeeze to her shoulder, he released the older witch and filed past her. Severus sneered slightly when he passed by Professor Lupin, nodded to a few of his other past colleagues and surprisingly enough took a stand next to Harry.

Minerva was introduced to the other parolees that filed in in quick succession. Lucius murmured something in her ear that no one else quite caught, causing the Headmistress to turn a flattering shade of pink. She swatted him on the shoulder which earned her what looked to be suspiciously like a smile, rather than a smirk, from the tall man next to her.

Hermione gave her favorite teacher a quick hug and also had a hurried conversation with the older witch before they all moved into a large circle.

Minerva stepped forward.

“I would like to introduce all of you to Jeffrey Everett. He is the potions teacher here at Hogwarts. Many of you remember him from your school days, or perhaps from when he taught abroad at various wizarding institutions.”

Hermione didn’t know what to make of the muttering that briefly filled the room. Glancing at Everett, she was unable to discern any indication of the positivity or negativity of the reaction. He simply stepped forward, raised one hand to the assembled and stepped back into place.

“As much as I wish we all had time for more in-depth introductions, time seems to be of the essence here. Within the hour, official word has reached Hogwarts that the Ministry has been taken over by a renegade band of Death Eaters headed by the Minister for Magic himself, Kingsley Shacklebolt.”

Shouts and curses instantly filled the air and Minerva had to transfigure a large walking staff out of a quill to pound against the floor and gain their attention.

“As shocking as this news is to all of us, we know for a fact there is more to this supposed takeover than what meets the eye.”

Minerva went on to briefly explain highlights of the supposed theory they were going on. She went on to ask for suggestions as to a plan of action.

“I admit, ladies and gentlemen, I do not have any idea how to proceed. In my advancing years, I have a school to run and this is not exactly my forte’.”

Lucius, ever one to take command, stepped forward.

“If I may, Headmistress?” He inclined his head deferentially.

Minerva nodded and allowed him to take the floor. Hermione watched him take over, curiosity shining in her eyes. Severus merely shifted slightly, well aware of his lover’s fortitude to lead a group of disorganized wizards and turn them into an effective fighting machine.

“First of all, we need to bring a team to Azkaban and thwart Milton.”

More shouts and curses filled the room with Everett’s voice rising above them all.

“Fabulous, Lord Malfoy. How, exactly, do you propose this grand takeover?”

Unperturbed, Lucius sneered at the other man and waited for the room to quiet down. “There will be no takeover. We will surrender ourselves, and thus, gain entrance to the prison.”

This pronouncement, of course, caused utter chaos and it took both Severus and Harry to intervene before they were able to pry a smug explanation out of Lucius.

“Auror Potter will procure us all the necessary wands in due time.”

Harry snorted at being volunteered this task, but otherwise didn’t interrupt.

“As Professor Everett has so kindly disabled the magical monitoring and restrictions on our persons, we will be able to wield and withstand magic. Of course, the guards of Azkaban will not be privy to this information. I and three of my fellow parolees have family or friends which might be able to help us with other parolees who have been wrongfully re-imprisoned by the Ministry. Potter will accompany us on our rounds.” He paused and surveyed the crowd, pointing out three of the younger men. “Goyle, Blackthorne, and Bradley.” In turn, each face nodded sharply.

“Severus, Everett, Lupin and the other parolees will make their way to Azkaban prison. Under guise of citizen’s arrest, Everett and Lupin will supposedly surrender the parolees to the prison. We are taking a gamble that they will willingly take them in without asking too many questions. Anyone seen to be loyal to the takeover, if Milton is involved, will probably be welcomed, if rather cautiously. Once inside the prison where the inspections are conducted you shall reveal your wands and take the guards hostage. I expect a clean sweep of the prison and a release of only those workers you know to have been wrongfully re-imprisoned. There are enough of us here on various work detail that have seen men disappear without rhyme or reason.”

A further mutter clearly agreed with Lucius’ surreptitious explanation of the situation.

“The rest will be dealt with later. I want the guards stunned but not harmed and placed in holding cells. A few men will need to stay back to make sure the only prisoners stay fed and a mass escape does not take place. There are some in that god forsaken hole that need never see the light of day. I want Milton’s head on a platter. This is where I and Potter come in. We will be able to secure some loyal to the status of their brethren and hopefully, a means to get everyone off the island, as there is no way to Apparate from there. We will convene two blocks from the Ministry at an undisclosed address except to those at the head of the parties. Once there, we will hold Milton hostage in exchange for entrance to the Ministry.”

“How do we know they won’t just give a total shite about Milton and have us all off?” piped up a voice from the back.

“We will offer them a hostage they cannot refuse.”

“Who?” asked Hermione, stepping forward, trembling, and knowing the answer.

“Me.”

“NO!” came her torrid reply amidst flying robes, arms and legs wrapping around his tall frame. The mood in the room shifted and Remus stepped forward to pull her from Lucius, but was detained when Harry placed a well-meaning hand on his shoulder to restrain him. He nodded and stepped back, tawny eyes fraught with concern.

The room practically sparked with tension as the girl shuddered and began to sob into the aristocrat’s shoulder. His arms came up instantly around her to soothe and shush. He whispered so none but her ears could receive his voice.

“It must be so, my darling witch. I have the money and resources with which to bargain. I am seen as a pariah by many within the outcasts of our old society. There will be none better suited as an exchange for a hostage if they value Milton worth two Knuts.”

“I don’t want to lose you,” she sobbed into his robes, clutching at his hair and the nape of his neck in desperation. “I’ve only just found you. I love you.”

“And I you, my love. And I, you.”

Very slowly, he let her down to the floor and smiled softly as she dried her eyes.

A few of the parolees muttered and whispered, shuffling restlessly amongst themselves. Hermione turned her gaze to Everett and narrowed her eyes.

“What is our guarantee that the guards at Azkaban will take your and Professor Lupin’s word as genuine while you are turning in Severus and the others?”

Severus swore softly. The young witch would have to pick up on that tidbit.

Everett brought his large hands out wide in an expansive gesture. “I am widely known. My loyalties were never suspect, as some have been.”

Hermione did miss the way his eyes snaked to Lucius and flit to Severus in turn. The man was very much an enigma to her, but judging by the way others reacted to him, the man was not entirely without his own sordid past.

“What exactly are you insinuating?” she began, but was cut off by her Gryffindor mentor.

“That’s enough questions for one night, Miss Granger. Suffice to say, we have all had a very long and trying day. I have instructed the castle’s elves to ready a few secure, warded rooms just down from Professor Everett’s. We have temporarily re-routed the Slytherin common room entrance through a different point of entry to avoid any from stumbling upon our guests. It is far too late in the day to start now, and these men look as if they could all use a good night’s sleep.”

Murmurs of assent and thanks rose from the assembled.

Lucius stepped forward briefly. “If I may make one request, Headmistress?”

Minerva inclined her head minutely, ready for his request.

“I must speak of haste concerning my part of the mission. It is of utmost importance for me and my fellow men to be off as soon as possible. We have many stops to make and little time with which to accomplish our task.”

“I will make sure you are equipped with the required provisions for your journey. Mister Potter, can you provide wands for the men prior to their journey?”

Harry scratched his chin and inclined his head, the messy black hair falling over his eyes. “Yeah, I think so. I’ll need to take them to a few stops before they head out. Shouldn’t be a problem.”

Lucius gratefully inclined his head toward the acting Head Auror and was rewarded with a weak grin.

Remus had moved up behind Hermione, his eyes turned an unmistakable deep black as the bond from the trio and excited magic affected him deeply once more. He rested a hand on either of her shoulders, snuffling deeply in her hair as Minerva continued to make arrangements with the others.

“Remus, what are you doing?” Hermione asked, trying to turn around and dislodge his grasp.

“So good, you smell so good; like magic and moonlight and wild roses. Hermione…..” He gasped, staggering back from her, already caught between his conscious self warring with his inner wolf that was drawn to her inexplicably, eager to mate and take her for his own. His erection was evident even as Severus grasped him firmly and pushed him towards the door. Recognizing the signs from before, Everett took hold of the man from the other side, setting aside his differences with Snape for a few moments.

Minerva paused, obviously overwhelmed by the events, shaking her head momentarily. She summoned several elves to help dispense with their guests and to care for their needs. It was supper time in the Great Hall and she was expected to attend after checking in with Professor Lupin. She bade Lucius Godspeed and swept from the room. Lucius held up a hand to the milling group and quietly spoke with Harry before turning to his love.

“I don’t want you to go,” she gasped, pulling him tight to her bosom.

He held her as one would a precious gem, tenderly and carefully. “Neither do I wish to be parted from you, sweet dove.” His lips descended and coaxed her own into a bittersweet, delectable kiss that would have made an angel weep. Lucius crushed her to his chest and promised her he would return to her, attempting to and failing to make her adhere to a promise to stay at the castle.

“I must be with you. I can’t go on without you.”

“Be safe my love. The only way I can go through with this travesty is by knowing you are safe. By knowing I have someone to live for. Please be safe for me and Severus, my love. Take care of him.”

Nodding her head into his chest, she bit back a final sob and squeezed him in reply. Lucius supposed it would have to be enough. He didn’t get to say goodbye to Severus, but he knew it would not be welcomed in any event. The man was not wont to show public displays of affection in front of their former comrades.

Shortly, Harry, Lucius and the three named parolees were off. Remus was shown to his rooms by Jeffrey. The others, including Hermione and Severus, were discreetly escorted to the dungeon rooms that had been prepared for them for the night.

Oddly enough, Hermione and Severus were given their own quarters. The rest of the young men bunked together in two separate, converted rooms that had once housed the Slytherin Quidditch locker rooms but had been long since abandoned. The lack of care showed but was greatly overshadowed by the care and meticulous grace with which the elves had modified it into a shared dorm, complete with mini kitchen and semi-private loo.

The wards flickered into place once they had all entered and been settled. No one needed a reminder that there was no way for them to wander that night unless they wanted to be severely burned by the wards. Minerva had been quite stringent in her insistence that strong wards remain in place as a precaution to protect not only the students, but her own wayward involvement in this rogue duplicity.

Severus smirked at the four poster, king sized bed that graced the center of the room next to the roaring fireplace. It smacked of Gryffindor, and he had no doubt it was the Headmistress’ way of reminding him in whose domain he resided. He was surprised when Hermione raced into the room and leapt, much like a small child, onto the center of the bed and bounced before coming to a rest against the opulent pillows. She gave him a sexy little grin and crooked her finger at him.

“Come here lover boy.”

Snape arched one brow at her and smirked deliciously. So the kitten wanted to play? He was up for it. It might well be the last night they got to spend together for a good long while if events didn’t pan out the following day.

The long-legged Slytherin stalked gracefully to the bed, climbing into it very slowly like a big, Black Panther ready to pounce. Hermione shrieked and sidled up to the headboard, unable to get away from him as he grabbed her ankle and dragged her back down the bed.

“Severus!”

“That’s my name.”

He wrapped one long, lean leg over the top of her and straddled the curvy little witch. He leaned down and trapped her arms above her, enjoying the flush that tinged her skin most prettily. The flash in her eyes mirrored the desire so evident in his own.

“I love you so much, Severus.”

His sharp intake of breath unhinged her and she desperately tried to raise herself from off the bed to capture his lips in a kiss, but there was no need, as he came down to meet her halfway and whispered gently against her rose-petal lips. “You are my heart, my dear. I have given it to no other, save Lucius, for many years. Treat it as you would a divine treasure, for I could not live if ever you were taken from me.”

Lucius had told her much the same. Hermione was astounded by the depth of their feelings for her. Already she was missing her blond lover and wondered if he could feel it too.

“Do you feel his absence?” she murmured against his soft, raining kisses.

“Acutely,” he murmured back, starting down her jawline, kissing the tip of her chin before continuing down the front of her throat to the divot between her breasts. Hermione moaned and pushed up into him, sucking in a breath when he brought one hand down to the front of her shirt and yanked down sharply.

“Severus!”

“Hush. I will do as I please and for once you will close those swotty little lips of yours and let me love you the way I am.”

Wide-eyed, Hermione had no retort to that. Apparently he meant what he said for he continued to ruck at her clothing in an impatient, rough manner which turned her on immensely. Neither of her lovers was normally a gentle man in the sack, but neither did she wish them to be. Their dominance and virility turned her on as nothing else could. It had been quite a stunning revelation about her own sexuality. Giving up control of their sexual encounters to their expertise was oddly satisfying, although she wouldn’t altogether give up control in every situation. She wouldn’t be Hermione Granger if she did that.

The sound of ripping fabric was followed by her blouse fluttering to the floor. Severus released her hands and kissed over the mounds of her breasts. He cupped them with obvious reverence, taking one stiff nipple into his mouth and suckling it through the cotton of her bra.

“Divine,” he growled, next folding the cups of her bra under her breasts, enhancing their lift. He continued to lave and suckle her point, the areola hard and aching for his touch. The fingers of his other hand deftly rolled and plucked at the wayward nipple of her right breast, causing her to throw her head back and moan.

“Severus, harder, I need you so much!”

His ministrations became more ardent and the dark haired man bit down on her nipple. The combined pain and pleasure wrenched another gasp from her lips and a flood of wetness from between her thighs.

“I could make love to your breasts all day, witch.” Severus took as much of her nipple into his mouth as was humanly possible and sucked hard. He was rewarded with a tremulous cry and her hands pushing the top of his head further down.

“Down there, I need you down there,” she gasped between labored breaths.

Smirking into her breasts, he released them just long enough to yank down the rest of her clothing in one go. Discarding it with haste, he quickly settled himself between her thighs and gazed in wonder at her beautiful pussy.

“Such a pretty pussy, Hermione,” he intoned, diving in immediately. She was wet and glistening for him and he couldn’t wait to taste her. His long tongue delved into her waiting vagina, scooping up her sweet nectar and swiping upwards to her clit. She screamed and writhed under him. Holding her hips steady, he repeated the motion several more times and then spent considerable effort on her clit, circling and teasing it with the tip of his tongue. The woman’s cries and breathing were coming fast and harsh now, her body trembling on the verge of orgasm. Severus smirked against her cunt and renewed his efforts. Two, then three long, agile fingers shoved their way up her twat. It took approximately four good strokes from his fingers and a long pull with his lips on her clit before she came undone around him. His love shuddered and shook, her hands pulling painfully on his hair as she shrieked his name and cried out her praises to his amazing tongue and talented fingers.

Then the young witch pulled him up from her pussy and plundered her juices from his mouth with an ardor unmatched by any lover he’d ever had, which hadn’t been many by any means. Undeterred by tasting herself, Hermione practically raped his mouth while fumbling with the buttons of his shirt. He helped her along and was soon divested of the offensive garment. His trousers were soon casualties of the same treatment along with shoes and socks. He wore no pants that day, preferring to let his lads swing free on occasion.

Hermione reached between them and wrapped her small hand around his cock. He hissed with pleasure as her smoldering eyes opened and gladly showed him the depth of her passion for him. The hand squeezed him in just the right way, pumping the skin over his iron rod so deliciously he had to stop her motions.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, my love, unless you wish for this party to end before it begins.”

Hermione grinned triumphantly but had the look wiped off her face when he plunged inside of her. Her mouth formed a perfect O as he stroked along her inner passage.

Severus gritted his teeth, his hands braced on either side of her as he pushed himself off of her so he could look between them to their joining.

“So fucking tight for me. You’re so fucking tight for me, witch. Oh, gods fuck!”

His backside tightened and slammed into her as he came on the fourth thrust, straining into her, jerking spasmodically as the rest of his load emptied against her waiting cervix.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” he swore, his face turned to the side.

She couldn’t see his face, his long black hair hiding his pained expression. Hermione assumed he was upset at having come so soon. If she knew him at all, there wouldn’t be an issue with a second erection. They simply needed to wait a bit for his recovery. Any attempt to soothe his wounded pride was bound to be met with a sharp retort, so she wisely kept her own counsel.

Within due time his breathing returned to normal. Hermione turned her head to the side and reached out to kiss his forearm, running her tongue over his faded Dark Mark. Her own fingers traced up and down over his deeply toned chest, tickling over his nipples and plucking them in a brave attempt to resurrect his spent cock.

It seemed to work. As the minutes ticked by, he at last turned back to her and fell hot and hard against her inner thigh once more. Without preamble he lined himself up and thrust back in again, picking up where he had left off. His way was eased by their earlier leavings and slipped in easily, still just as tight and even more aroused than before. The plump, swollen lips of her pussy stood out in stark contrast to the firelight. He could see the remnants of his come coating his cock as he slid in and out of her. It was mixed with the cream from her cunt, the black, wiry curls around his sex glistening with her juices.

“Do you know how fucking sexy you are?” he rasped, pulling her face back to him as he lowered himself onto her once more. That annoying smirk of hers had him seeing red. She was so full of herself at times and he wanted her to melt into his being, become one with him, and wipe all trace of smugness from her conscious mind.

With a deft flip he had her turned around on her hands and knees, roughly jerking her back into his hips.

“Hang on, my little Gryffindor princess. It’s time to take a ride on the Severus Express.”

He knew it sounded corny, but she seemed to like it because he felt her cunt tighten with anticipation when he slapped her arse and shoved his thick cock into her snatch. It squelched around him and he groaned with thick pleasure. He slapped her arse again, rewarded with a red hand print.

“Yes, Severus, spank me! I’ve been such a bad girl!”

Amused by her inner deviant he began riding her in earnest, alternating slapping her on either side. He was not gentle by any means and each time he smacked her, the shrieks, moans and screams were louder and higher. Her small hands were gripping the bed sheets in a death grip, head buried in a pillow, gasping for air in-between exclamations.

His lean hips hammered into the luscious, jiggling globes of her backside. He watched her puckered star quiver each time he slammed home in her cunt. His rod was liberally coated with their combined juices and it only served to further inflame his already combusting libido. It wasn’t long before he heard her chanting something into the bedclothes.

“What was that, pet? I can’t hear you.”

Hermione turned her head so he could hear her chant. “Fuck me , fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me…”

She was chanting in time with his heavy thrusting, his larger hand bouncing off her flesh one last time.

“As you wish.”

Her litany of choice words spurred him on and he grasped her reddened hips with a bruising grip, his jaw set forward in fierce determination as he powered into her with all his might. Severus hadn’t wanted to treat her to this raw side of him but felt she was asking for it, so he gave it to her.

The witch screamed when his overly hardened cock hit her cervix powerfully over and again. His taut arse, glistening with sweat and shining from the firelight, drove unmercifully into the beautiful young woman with unmatched zeal. Many hours spent working in the sun doing hard labor paid off well in the bedroom while he pleasured his love and in return, was rewarded with her inner muscles clamping down around him as she raggedly cried out his name to the cool stones of the dungeon.

“Se-ev-er-uuusssss….. unnnngghghhhhhh!!!”

She was so fucking tight around his dick and he struggled to fuck her through it. The witch was milking him and despite his best efforts to withhold the finale, his own balls drew up and tightened before he cast his lot brutally against her, balls-deep as he bellowed his release inside of her, hips jerking with sharp, shallow slaps as he at last finished with the aftershocks of orgasm.

He collapsed down on top of her and sighed, reaching around to stroke her breasts and shush her quiet sobs.

“Did I hurt you?” he asked worriedly. Severus was afraid he’d gone overboard with his love. He’d never forgive himself if he’d hurt her and made her despise him.

He heard a muffled laugh as she pushed him from her and turned around, one hand coming up to brush the sweaty hair from his face.

“You could never hurt me, Severus. I love you and you are one of the most amazing men I’ve ever met.”

“How did the fates ever deign to bless me with your love?” he countered, his head coming to rest on her chest.

Hermione took it as a rhetorical question and instead wrapped her arms about her lover, gently stroking his scalp until she felt and heard his breathing even out against her breasts. For a long time she simply stared up unseeing at the canopy of the bed, her thoughts turning to the frightful unknown of the morrow. In her mind, she prayed to the Lord and Lady for their blessing to watch over her two mates and forgive her for what she knew she had to do to help keep them safe.

They were not going to be happy with her, but it must be done. The flames of the fire licked lower within the room’s shadows as her eyes grew heavy and she also fell into the arms of Morpheus.
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