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�You�re not serious,� Hermione
whispered.� �You�re�you�re having a joke
at my expense.� I get it.� Ha ha.�� Her shock morphed into anger.� �Get your hands off me, Lucius.� You are a dirty
old--�

Before she could finish, he leaned
forward and smothered her words with his lips.�
She fought at first, raising her other hand to wallop him.� It didn�t do much good; he brought his arm up
and it directed her fist into the muscle of his shoulder instead of his
face.� He might have a bruise, at
most.� And now he had penned her in, with
his left arm blocking her escape and the right one clamped unyieldingly to her
wrist.

She thought about stomping on his
foot.� However, her body was doing
something strange.� It was relaxing
against him, reveling in his contact�it was as if some switch had flipped
inside her brain, and suddenly she was turning her head, angling her lips
against his, seeking the taste of him�

And he gave it.� He delved into her mouth, his warm, dexterous
tongue sliding languidly, expertly against hers.� At the same time he was pressing his body
flush to her, as if he needed to feel every part of her against him.� A low sound emanated from him, echoing
against her lips and teeth; the vibration triggered a hot flush inside her,
seeping through blood and sinew like dye through vinegar.

After an exquisite minute, he
slowly disengaged his lips from hers.�
Her mind lamented the loss and she stared up at him, completely
befuddled.

�Dirty I may be,� he murmured, �but
I am not old.�

And she was smiling again.� Damn it.�
Every trace of anger was gone.�
She wanted nothing more than to take hold of his hair, tug him down, and
kiss him for the next hour.

�You feel it,� he said.

�What?�

�The pull.� I can see it in your eyes.� Do you still believe this is a joke?�

She met his eyes, blue and
intense.� Hermione did what she did best:
she thought.� She had been edgy the
moment she walked in to his home, but she�d attributed it to the past and
memories that were best left there.�
Standing before the family tree she had been able to smell him.� His scent was musk and verbena, not
overwhelming but inexplicably pleasing to her nose.� She wasn�t the most olfactory of people; she
didn�t have a particularly powerful sense of smell, nor did she tend to notice
what things smelled like unless they were very strong, so noticing his scent
was out of the ordinary.� She had stayed
here in spite of his overtures, which would normally have discomposed her
beyond all reason.� And her fantasizing,
her grudging responsiveness when he touched her, not to mention the current
tingling in her lips � both on her face and further south�

�Kiss me again.�

He smiled,
a brilliant thing.� His fingers released
her arm.� Then his palms cupped her
upturned face and he did as she asked.

Draco
proceeded down to the library with some trepidation.� He didn�t like surprises.� He never had.�
His father�s surprises were usually good ones, but he was so on edge
that the suspense was anything but joyful.

He had no idea what had gotten into
him today.� He wasn�t usually this
antsy.� He felt confined in his own
skull, his own skin, the house, his life�everything.� His mother would say he was stir-crazy.� That he needed to get out.� Do something.�
He told her time and time again that there was nothing to do.� Then she would usually tell him he needed to
talk to someone about all this.� He
couldn�t help but laugh at that; why was everyone always telling him he needed
therapy?� Ah, they were probably right.

He pushed open the door and stepped
into the library.� It was dim in spite of
the sunlight outside; his father kept most of the curtains closed to prevent damage
to the older books, as any conscientious person would.� Now, where was his father?� The library was huge.� With a sigh Draco
began to walk along the rows.

Two minutes passed before he found
him.� Or rather, them.� His father was pressed up against some pretty
young thing, kissing her with fervor.� Draco stood still, perplexed.� Was his father�s idea of remedying boredom
equivalent with voyeurism?� He knew his
genitor had a streak of dark perversity in him, but this?

It didn�t register that he wasn�t even
angry that his father was essentially cheating on his mother.� He was agitated, but not for that
reason.� He itched from the inside
out.� What in the name of Merlin�s beard
was wrong with him?

Draco was
ready to turn and leave when his father pulled away from the woman.� His eyes widened.� Suddenly the agitation made sense.

Hermione�s lips were so sensitive
that she could feel her own breath tickling over them when he pulled away.� Her mind had filled with fog, her nose with
the smell of him, her mouth with the taste�this was no regular attraction.� He wasn�t lying.� All she could think of was why he had
stopped, and how she could get him to start again.

She looked up at him and saw that
his eyes were fixed on something at the end of the aisle.� With a turn of her neck she followed his
gaze.� It was Draco.� He was taller than she remembered, lean and
muscular, dressed immaculately but appearing a little pale and strained.� The sight of him made a worm of fear wriggle
in her gut, but it wriggled right alongside a blossom of excitement.

�It was you,� Draco
said.� �The other man in the dreams was
you.�

She realized he was speaking to his
father.� Lucius
nodded slowly.

�Then you�re��

He nodded again.

�And she�s�� Draco
was moving closer, gliding towards them as if hypnotized.

�Yes.�

Lucius
lifted his left hand as Draco approached, taking a
half-step to the side and making room.�
Every part of Hermione�s mind knew she ought to be on the roof with
anxiety, thinking of a way to blast her way out of this, but she couldn�t
move.� Lucius�s
nearness was like a magnet whose force she couldn�t escape.

In seconds, there was a Malfoy on either side of her.� Draco was gazing at
her with blatant adoration.� His face
said that he wasn�t entirely sure she was real.�
Hell, she wasn�t sure this was
real.� For all she knew it might be some
debauched fantasy her sleeping mind dreamt up.

But the touch of his fingers as he
lifted them to her cheek was definitely real.�
It sent jolts of awareness through her.�
To her left, Lucius smiled and leaned into her
neck.� His lips and his prominent nose teased
and tickled along her nape.� Her knees
almost gave out when he whispered against her ear,

�Will you have us, Hermione?�

The sensations coursing through her
were unbelievable.� She wanted them.� Both of them.� Just like this, pressed up against the
bookshelf.� It was insane.� There were a myriad of reasons that she
should deny them.� But her mind and her
body were already lost.� This felt right.� She had no idea how or why, but the threads
of need had ensnared her thoroughly in mere minutes.

�Yes,� she whispered.

Draco
exhaled and all the tension bled out of him.�
The strain was gone from his face.�
Lucius�s tongue darted out to trace her ear,
followed by a graze of his teeth.

�The main guest
room?� Draco asked.

�Yes,� Lucius
said, �neutral territory.�

They were wrapping their arms
around her, a crosshatch of pale limbs, to apparate.� She spoke up impulsively.

�No.� Here.�

Both men pulled back slightly to
stare at her.� Lucius�s
lips rose in his trademark smug smile.� Draco said, �As if you need any more reason to like the
library.�� But he was smiling, too.

Then, as if by some silent cue,
they both attacked her neck.� Lucius high, near her ear, and Draco
low, by her collarbone.� She rapidly
discovered that the son�s lips were just as talented as the father�s.� Her breath was quickening, her heart
beginning to throb.� What in the name of
Circe was she doing?� Her nipples had
already tightened to mountainous little peaks beneath her clothes.

Draco was
turning her head.� His lips slotted over
hers.� He kissed her harder than Lucius had, his mouth demanding her response.� There was so much pent-up need in him.� There was no use in comparing their
techniques, because they were both great in their own way; however, it did
surprise her that Draco was the rougher of the
two.� He was fairly conquering her mouth,
his hand winding into the mess of curls at the base of her skull as his tongue
mapped her.� Lucius
was sucking on the space between her neck and shoulder as he did it.

They were going to kill her.� The sensations were already so strong; what
would happen when they�when she�

A small mewl escaped her when a
hand strayed over her breast.� She didn�t
know whose it was, but it felt damn good.�
The hand cupped her breast through her robe and squeezed gently before
finding the nipple and pinching.

She gasped, her back arching
slightly, and Draco tugged at her lower lip with his
teeth.� Whoever wasn�t occupied with
fondling her breast was undoing her robe.�
It slid from her shoulders, pooling behind her feet.� Oh!�
And now they were both touching her, each stroking a breast in an
opposing rhythm.� One was more impatient
than the other, making due haste with her button-down and sneaking a hand into
it with only three buttons undone.

It time she would come to know the
differences between their hands, the size, texture, and strength, but for now
it was a sweet mystery who was delving beneath her bra and rubbing deliciously
over her nipple.� Now the shirt was
falling away, too, joining her robe on the floor.

Lucius�s
hand applied a gentle pressure to her chin, turning her, allowing her to deduce
that it was Draco who so adroitly tweaked her
nipple.� Lucius
claimed her lips again, soft, sensual, in contrast to Draco,
who was trailing open-mouthed, toothy kisses down her collarbone and
chest.� He took her bra strap with him,
baring one breast to the cool air of the library.

�Beautiful,� he murmured before he
occupied his mouth with the rosy circumference of her areola.� She whimpered into Lucius�s
mouth and he purred in return.� It was
incredible to kiss someone so deeply at the same time another was applying a
gentle and skilled suction to her chest.

Lucius
was easing away from her lips with light brushes.� His fingers were on the small of her back,
slowly trailing up.� Then he was
unhooking her bra with the deftness that any man of his age would have.� It didn�t stand a chance against him and she
looked on, entranced, as he extracted it from between her and Draco.

He dropped the offensive garment
and slid his hand over her unoccupied breast.�
His hand was so large and sure around the supple flesh.� Her breath caught in anticipation as his
blond crown lowered to mimic his son�s actions.�
Merlin, that was something else, having both nipples teased at the same
time, but not by the same person.� It was
going straight to her core; Hermione felt a surge of hot moisture and she let
out her first low moan.

There were teeth tugging at one
nipple and a tongue laving against the other taut bud.� What was probably Draco�s
hand was moving across her stomach.� The
muscles beneath it tightened in anticipation.�
Their smells combined in her nose, verbena and a subtle herb-tinged
vanilla, and she gave in to the urge to sift her fingers through their
hair.� Both men made sounds of
appreciation. �

Draco was
kissing his way over the curve of her breast, her ribs, her stomach, over her
umbilicus and down her abdomen.�
Goosebumps broke out over her skin as his tongue trailed along the border
of her skirt.� Thank God she had done her
laundry.� Otherwise, she would have been
wearing granny panties.

Not that they would have cared,
these two men (two!), who were pushing her skirt down
her thighs.� Her thong was not far behind.� Draco�s mouth was
already forging a path down the bowl of her pelvis before he�d even managed to
disentangle the garment from her foot.� Lucius�s hand was of similar mind, reaching low to cup her
trimmed womanhood.� Draco�s
lips actually ghosted over his father�s knuckles en route to the sweet prize
between her thighs.

Already the two men were a
unit.� Hermione gasped as Lucius�s fingers dipped into her wetness and trailed
upwards, parting her nether lips.� The
encroachment of Draco�s hot, wriggling tongue over
her clitoris made stars blink behind her eyes.�
She swayed, but Lucius was there to right
her.� His mouth took hers as Draco settled on his knees.

Her mind couldn�t even process the
irony.� She couldn�t process much at all,
save for the incredible sensation of Draco�s work
between her legs.� He was a beautiful
sight; his neck was craned up, his mouth and tongue buried in her slick folds,
his eyes, fringed by long, pale lashes, closed in blissful concentration.� His hair was a little longer than she
remembered and a bit tousled.� She
reached for it, twining her fingers in its softness as she tilted her neck to
give Lucius better access.

No sooner had she done it than his
lips left her heated skin.� He nudged her
to the side, turning her slightly and slotting his body behind her.� It didn�t deter Draco�s
activity in the slightest; Hermione moaned as his teeth grazed over her
clit.� Then his lips closed over it and
he sucked.� It sent a lightning bolt of
pleasure through her.� She had to squeeze
her eyes shut and an exclamation bubbled out of her.

�Oh God!�

Then there was skin against her
back, hot and smooth.� Lucius had shed his shirt.�
His hands snaked around her from behind, cupping her breasts and
tweaking the nipples.� The sculpted feel
of his torso was a welcome replacement for the cold spines of the books and the
bite of the shelf.� She leaned her head
back against his chest as his hands roamed.

His breath was quick and warm
against her ear.� �Do you think you can
stand if I move?� he whispered, punctuating the statement with a press of his
hips.� She could feel his trouser clad erection
against her lower back.

Draco
took a brief respite to murmur, �I�ve got her.��
And he settled his hands firmly on her hips before burying his face back
against the soft fuzz of her sex.� She
couldn�t formulate a coherent answer, anyhow, not when Draco
was sliding his tongue along her entrance and then slipping in.� His name spilled from her lips for the first
time.

�Ah�yes�Draco��

She felt the pulsation of him
groaning against her as he slid his tongue shallowly, mapping the cusp of her
passage.� She was going to die.� Lucius was kissing
down her spine, also sinking to his knees.�
His hands slid over her buttocks, grasping them firmly.� Was he going to�assist Draco?� There was only so much room down there and �

A tingling in her backside made her
eyes fly open.

�What--?�

Lucius�s
voice came to her, slightly muffled by, of all things, the fleshy cheeks of her
rear.� �You said I was dirty.� Now I have to live up to your expectations��

She nearly hit the ceiling when his
tongue traced a circle around the tight and previously off-limits ring of
muscle that was, well, her anus if she wanted to be proper and her arsehole if she didn�t.�
Sweet hell!� That felt
unconscionably good!� His tongue was
laving in earnest now, in steady little strokes that said he had probably done
this before.

Merlin on rollerskates,
Lucius fucking Malfoy was
rimming her.� Not to mention that Draco Malfoy was simultaneously
eating her out!� They quickly found a
rhythm of tongues and she was moaning outside of her own control, her legs
weak.� Lucius
moved slightly, so that his shoulder was supporting the back of her thigh.� Only that and one of Draco�s
hands were holding her up.

The insertion of two fingers inside
her was her absolute undoing.� She didn�t
know whose they were, or if they had both contributed one, but the forward curl
against her muscular walls in combination with two very talented tongues made
her come undone.

Pleasure peaked so suddenly that
she forgot to breathe.� Her entire body spasmed and that loosened up her diaphragm; she
screamed.� She screamed so loud and hard
that she wondered it if sounded like she was being murdered.

She was � by pleasure.� The ecstatic clenching inside her was sheer
violence.� Wave after wave of
incandescent pleasure shot relentlessly through her, robbing her control.� It was like being electrocuted in heaven.

When she came to her senses, she
was on the floor.� Her body had simply
failed in the firestorm of her completion; she had fallen and taken both men
with her.� Draco
was beneath her on his back, his eyes dazed and half his face glistening with
the juices of her arousal.� Lucius was behind her, gingerly trying to spare the both of
them his weight, but her hand was clamped around his wrist and it was only an
awkward feat of strength that kept him from collapsing.

Hermione couldn�t speak.� Never before had an orgasm made her
cross-eyed � or mute, for that matter.�
Testing her ability to function, she willed her fingers to release Lucius.� It worked
and he settled into a more comfortable position.

�I think we�ve rendered her
speechless,� Draco said.

His father settled next to her, and
without the pressure of his body, she rolled bonelessly
onto her back between them.

�I like speechless,� Lucius murmured, draping a leg over her hip and leaning
forward to kiss her.� That jarred her
brain.

�You just licked my arse.�

�And the spell is broken,� Draco smirked.

Lucius
rolled his eyes.� �I used a cleansing
spell already.�

She looked at Draco
for confirmation, and he nodded.�
Reassured, she allowed Lucius to press a
relatively chaste kiss to her lips.� Draco squirmed closer to her as she did, propping her into
a strange sort of diagonal position.� It
dawned on her then that she was laying between two virile men with raging
erections.� She could feel Lucius�s against her hip and Draco�s
on her bum.� Draco�s
hand was stroking a lazy circle on the hip not currently mashed against his
father�s groin.

This was unreal.� What was most unreal was how comfortable the
two of them were with one another; she would have expected them to be insanely
jealous and possessive and not willing to share.� Perhaps the Veela
blood brought out the best in them.� It
certainly brought out the best in her, if that orgasm was any indication.

�I will never be able to browse 870
to 883 in public again,� Draco announced.

�� Indeed,� Lucius agreed.

�� Hermione
was smiling again.� �Your library is big
enough for the decimal system?�

�� Yes.�� Lucius met his
son�s eyes over her shoulder.� �You were
right, Draco, strange things do excite her��

�� Finally she
landed her left hook, quite smartly on his arm.

�� Careful,� Draco said.� �He
might like that.�

�� Hermione�s
eyes widened.� A worm of fear stole into
her.� What if Draco
was right?� She hadn�t considered their
proclivities.� She just wasn�t the whips
and chains type of girl�

�� I was
kidding,� Draco said against her shoulder, planting a
soft kiss there.� �You aren�t into that,�
he said to his sire, eyeing him, �are you?�

�� This is entirely
too much conversation,� Lucius growled.� �Bedroom, now.�

�� There was a
lurch and suddenly she was staring up at a canopy.� The bed was impossibly soft, covered in silk
sheets.

�� Clothes off.��
Somehow, the elder Malfoy was reduced to
sentence fragments.� In seconds both of
them were naked, their heavy, throbbing erections scoring the skin of her
thighs and buttocks.� She tried to see
both of them at once but they were distracting her with kisses.� She caught a glimpse of Draco.� The rumors that he was well-endowed were one
hundred percent true.� A long,
substantial erection jutted from his hips, its cap reddened and weeping.

�� She
discovered Lucius by touch.� He twitched at the contact, drawing in a
harsh breath.� The cock in her hand was
broad, with a pulsing vein on the underside and a proud, sensitive crown.� She knew because when she trailed her thumb
over it, he tried to stifle a groan.�
Impulsively she reached for Draco with her
other hand.

�� Oh, it was
so sinful.� It was easier to tell them
apart this way than by their hands.� Lucius was definitely thicker; Draco
had a very slight upward curve to him and the pale hair at the base of his
shaft was a bit coarser.� Regardless,
both of them were built for pleasure.� Lucius�s hips rose into her caress and Draco
was breathing hard, his lower lip clamped between his teeth.� She felt powerful with the hot silken steel
of twin erections branding her palms.�

�� She wanted
to taste them, as they had for her, but there was only one of her and it was
impossible to choose.� Draco solved her problem a moment later.� He gently removed her hand, bringing it to
his mouth to lick at the little bead of pre-cum that had escaped onto the skin
between her thumb and forefinger.

�� I need
you,� he said, his grey eyes piercing her.�
We need you.

�� She nodded,
and a look of relief so potent swept over his face that it triggered a tight
feeling of tenderness in her chest.� He
moved between her thighs reverently, stroking the soft, pale skin.� With the sweep of his hands, a need began to
burn in her, one that was incoherent and feral.�
She squirmed closer to him, trying to wrap her legs about his
waist.� What was he waiting for?� And why was Lucius
pulling away from her?� She whimpered her
discontent.

�� It was
remedied a moment later, when Lucius propped her on
some pillows.� He was about to move again
when she reached out and took hold of his most sensitive part, stopping him
quite effectively.� Feeling impulsive and
nearly drunk, Hermione rolled slightly, turning her torso but not her hips, and
replaced her hand with her mouth.

�� Fuck!�

�� Draco smiled; he had never heard his father say that,
ever.� But he was saying it now, and who
could blame him, with such a pretty girl�s lips around his cock?� Even though Hermione�s movement had compromised
his angle a bit, he wasn�t irritated.�
His father hadn�t initiated it and it was a good sign that she wanted to
do any of this willingly, even wantonly.�

He had been warned by many people
and many books that just because a Veela identified
his mate didn�t mean that the mate would be accepting.� Hermione could have turned them both down
flat and they would have no choice but to wither and eventually die.� Well, that was not strictly true; if he knew
his father, he would have devised some way to make her theirs, legally or
otherwise.� Lucius
Malfoy was not a man to be kept from something he
wanted.� And really, neither was Draco.

�� For a long
time he had wondered who the third was in the dreams.� He knew it was a man, but he was always
obscured.� Yet there had been an air of
familiarity that made sense now.� For
reasons he couldn�t explain, it didn�t bother him that it was his father.� It had to be the Veela
blood, else they would kill one another in jealousy.

�� And, he
reasoned, it was the Veela blood that enabled him to
find it incredibly hot to watch Hermione suck him.� That, and the fact
that men were so visual.� She was good at
it, too; his father�s eyes were closed and he was breathing raggedly through
his mouth.� Her pink lips slid along his
thick shaft rhythmically, her cheeks hollowing in as she moved.� His own cock was twitching and wishing it was
receiving the same treatment.� He wished
he was the one with his hands buried in her hair encouraging her to take more
of him.

�� Oh, and she
must have been doing something his father liked, because a strangled moan emitted
from him, along with a short string of words and curses he couldn�t quite make
out.� Hermione paused, releasing his
pulsing cock but not entirely finished with her exploration.� Draco actually felt
a little faint as she lowered herself to lovingly tongue the sac at the base of
his shaft.� Merlin, this shouldn�t be as
arousing as it was.

�� But, on the
plus side, the change in position had flattened Hermione out to him.� Her thighs were open, inviting, and even as
she was driving his father insane, she was casting foggy lust-filled eyes at
him.� She hadn�t forgotten what he
needed.

�� He let the
sight of her creamy, parted thighs, joined by the slick, pink petals of her
womanhood wash over him one more time.�
Then he moved forward, settling into the crux of those pretty thighs and
pushing slowly inside her.

��

Her mind was filled with
smoke.� Hazy,
aphrodisiac smoke.� And, quite
agreeably, her mouth was full of a man that she�d never thought she would see,
much less touch or taste.� She was aware
as she ravaged Lucius that Draco
was watching.� Yes, he was watching very
intently.� It wasn�t a jealous
observation, but a lustful, erotic one.� That made her whimper around her mouthful and suck harder; Lucius shuddered and said some very interesting things:

�Fuck�sweet Merlin, girl�like that,
yes!�

Mm, and there was still more of him
to sample, those tantalizing bundles a little further down�and later she could
do the same for Draco�discover his taste�she looked
at him, trying to tell him that with her eyes.

A moment later she had to release
the prize between her lips to moan.� Draco was slowly pushing into her, letting her feel every
inch.� A powerful sensation jolted her,
one of completion, of wholeness.� The
world no longer felt like it was slightly out of synch.� Everything was right.� And then he was buried inside her, his face
slack with pleasure.

She squirmed, needing his
friction.� He needed no further prompting
to move.� Draco
withdrew and slid back in again, sighing in what could only be described as
pure bliss.� Lucius�s
voice washed over her as he teased her nipples, his rough palms raising them to
hard beacons of arousal once again.

�Is our pretty mate tight?� he
purred.

�God, yes,� Draco
managed to respond, his hips thrusting forward.�
�And so wet��

Lucius�s
lips crushed over hers.� Good lord, the
both of them could kiss like demons.� She
moaned into his mouth as Draco�s thrusts picked up to
a steady, yet moderate pace.� Her breasts
were jiggling slightly in Lucius�s large, warm hands.� Fuck, it felt so good!� Draco was perfect
inside her, stirring every nerve ending with the slip and slide of each
advance.

Finally Lucius
let her breathe and she looked up at him.�
Now he was the one watching, his exacting, devouring eyes drinking in
the sight of his son fucking her.� These
two were going to be the end of her, with their heated eyes and oh-so-healthy
libidos.

Draco was
gripping her hips, beginning to breathe hard as he thrust deeply into her.� A tight, dizzy pleasure was starting to build
in the walls that gripped him.� With a
decisive movement, he pulled her closer and lifted her thighs; it opened her
up, and a shot of pleasure that Hermione felt from toes to teeth ricocheted as
the curve of his cock rubbed her in precisely the right spot.

�Right there!� she gasped with a
serpentine writhe.

�Does he feel good inside you?� Lucius whispered in her ear, his voice dripping sex.

�Yes!� Hermione nearly shouted.

�Tell him.� Tell him how much you love his cock.�

She had never been a fan of dirty
talk � until now.� She would tell either
of them anything they wanted as long as Lucius kept
using that tone of voice, and as long
as his fingers kept rubbing tantalizingly close to her clit.� Draco was certainly
making a case for himself; he was picking up his pace, moving faster, the head of his cock hitting that sweet spot again and
again.� Oh yes, she did love his�

�Harder, Draco!�
Please!� Your cock feels so
good!�� And normally she would have felt
ridiculous saying such things, but the words made him groan and it was the
truth.� Oh, God, was it the truth!

He was thrusting hard now,
penetrating her to the hilt, his balls creating a pleasant percussion against
her perineum.� Lucius�s
fingers had begun to tease her in time, light, quick circles around her clit.� The pleasure building inside her made her
feel wild, and being with the two of them gave her license to be wild.�
So she whined and bucked and keened, free, wanton, daring the ecstasy to
descend on her.

�Draco,
fuck me!� Fuck me!�� She didn�t even know what she was saying
anymore, or what was contained in Draco�s answering
groans.� She dug her nails into his arms
in protest when he began to slow.� �Don�t
stop!�

�Too much,� he panted, �I don�t
want to come so fast.�

�Please,� she whimpered.

�It will be worth it, pet, you�ll
both come twice as hard,� Lucius said, easing off her
clit.� �And we have waited eight months
for you��

�� They
tortured her.� Plain
and simple.� They would bring her so close
to orgasm and then back off.� Where the
fuck did Draco get all this stamina?� Where did Lucius
find the self-control to watch with only the occasional grope of her hand and
quest of her mouth to sustain him?

�� She was a
mess.� A sweaty,
quivering mess.� Draco was sweating, too, a fine sheen of perspiration
clinging to his skin as his hips pistoned and his
buttocks flexed.� He was so beautiful;
the lean muscles that clenched, so defined, and the flush that crept over his
skin drove her mad.

�� His pace
was picking up again � for the fourth time.�
And as much as she would like to pull on his perfect hair, Lucius had been right; her pleasure had doubled, even
tripled, to a brain-rattling tide that only grew stronger.

�� Please!�� She didn�t care that she was begging.� Her hips rose to meet his, sending incredible
vibrations through her.� The friction of
his shaft rubbing inside her, over and over, harder and harder, and the impact
of his thrusts, was absolutely maddening.�
She was losing her mind.� If they
didn�t let her come, she was going to end up in the loony bin.

�� Please!� Draco!� Lucius!� Pleaseeeeee!�

�� Touch her,
father!� Draco bit off, around a moan.� �I can�t�hold back��

�� About fucking time, she wanted to
scream.� But all thoughts were decimated
when Lucius�s fingers returned to her clit.� He moved them ruthlessly, sliding through her
juices, teasing the swollen, straining bud with a fast, oscillating
pressure.� It took twenty seconds for her
to reach a thunderous crescendo.

�� She gasped
and writhed and screamed, her insides clamping down on Draco
so tightly that he could barely move.�
Pleasure assaulted every sense she had and then some; she felt her heart
skip a beat.

�� Yes,� Lucius hissed in her ear, �squeeze him�good girl��

�� And then Draco was shuddering against her, crying out hoarsely,

�� Hermione!� Oh, God, Hermione!�

�� She felt
the warmth of his seed inside her, felt the continuing spasms of her passage
wringing more out of him, and saw scattered visions of his face, wracked with
pleasure.� After that, it was only
darkness.

�� It was like
the aftermath of the first orgasm they�d given her, except more prolonged.� It wasn�t a few seconds.� It was more like a few minutes.� When she was able to return to the present
with all her mental faculties intact, she was once more lying between Lucius and Draco.� Draco was on his
back, his arm thrown over his eyes, breathing hard.

�� Welcome
back,� Lucius smirked at her.

�� You two,�
she panted, �are evil.�

�� So I�ve
heard,� he responded.� She glanced at
him; his arms rested behind his head and his ankles were crossed.� He was the very picture of leisure.� However, the prominent erection that stood at
attention over his hips and lower belly was impossible to ignore.� He, too, needed his completion.� She was ready to give it, but�

�� You can�t
tease me again.� I�ll go crazy.�

�� Oh yes she
will�� Draco murmured, sounding dazed.� By the look of it, he still hadn�t regained
all of his mental faculties.

�� Come,� Lucius beckoned with a gesture, �you get on top.� That way you can return the favor.�

�� Tease
you?� she asked as she turned onto her side, eyeing his arousal.� �I imagine that must be about as smart as
throwing rocks at a beehive.�

�� Draco snorted.� Lucius actually chuckled, a genuine smile breaching his
lips.

�� For most
that would be true.� For you�� his voice
dropped to that intensely sexy tone again, the one that had driven her mad as
he whispered in her ear, �I will gladly suffer.�

�� How do you
do that?� Draco mumbled.� �I would just sound like an idiot if I talked
to a woman like that.�

�� Years of
practice,� Hermione answered for him.

�� Are you
insinuating that I�m old again?� Lucius said, eyes
narrowing.

�� Of course not.�

�� Ah.� I thought perhaps I might be compelled to be
dirty again, in retaliation.�

�� A warm
flush spread through her at his words.�
Her eyes were drawn once again to the proud column of male flesh that
waited for her attention.� He noticed her
perusal.

�� I have
been very patient, witch.�

�� Indeed he
had.� Hermione smiled and moved toward
him on her hands and knees before climbing over his midsection.� It was a strange vision, looking down at him;
strange, but wonderful.� His hair fanned
across the pillow, silky and lustrous, and his eyes drank in her curves.� His hands followed the course of his gaze a
moment later, smoothing down her sides and hips before he cupped her
buttocks.� She was already teasing him,
but true to his word he suffered it.

�� She didn�t
have it in her to prolong it.� Hermione
shifted, getting her feet under her on either side of his hips, and rose.� He sighed when her hand wrapped around his
cock and guided him between her slick folds.�
Then she was sinking down upon him, gasping a little at how different he
felt.

�� Oh�� he
exhaled, his eyes slipping shut, �how I�ve waited for this��

�� Hermione put
her hands on his chest.� �Good things
come to those who wait�� she purred.

�� You two
talk too much,� Draco grumbled.�

Neither of them bothered to
respond, because Hermione began to move.�
Slowly at first, so that she could adjust to Lucius�s
girth.� No man had ever filled her so thoroughly.� After a minute the slight discomfort eased
and the ebb of tingling pleasure began as she sank down upon his straining
cock.

His hands rested on her bottom as
she found her pace, rocking her hips against him.� For a man who had talked so much during the
prolonged foreplay, he was considerably quieter as she began her ride.� He just breathed, steadily but more quickly
with each passing minute.

She focused on the delicious chafe inside
her and on the subtle tics of pleasure that paraded across his face.� Low moans were escaping him now.� His hips moved beneath her, pressing him
deeper within her pussy and causing her to issue an answering sound of
pleasure.� That seemed to fracture his
composure.

�Lean back,� he ordered at a
near-growl.� �Put your hands on my
thighs.�

She did as he asked, repositioning
herself breathlessly.� She was splayed
open to him like this, her legs spread wide to support her as she rode him and
her breasts high and pert.� His eyes were
all over her, hot enough almost to burn.�
She knew he was watching the place where their bodies met, where his
cock rubbed in and out of her sex inch by sweet inch.� She wished she had his vantage point; the
thought of it made her so aroused that on her next descent, a moist and
somewhat embarrassing sound was produced.�
Hermione was ready to be mortified, but Lucius
only hissed, �God, witch, you are so wet!� and gripped her hips tightly.

The passion in his face spurred her
on.� She rode him faster, ignoring the
slow burn in her legs in favor of the incredible sensation between them.� Her head dropped to the side in concentrated
pleasure.� When she opened her eyes, Draco�s cool grey irises met hers.� He was reclining on some pillows, watching
their coupling without a trace of bashfulness.�
And, much to her chagrin, his manhood was beginning to stir again.� The corners of his lips twitched at her
expression.

She returned her gaze to Lucius.� His hips
were finding a rhythm with hers, thrusting up as she came down, and on the next
forceful clash of their bodies, she saw stars.�
She began to clasp around him outside of her own control.� Lucius was cursing
again.

�Oh, fuck.� Fuck yes!�
Mm�touch yourself for me.� That�s
it,� he moaned, watching as she reached for the little pleasure button between
her thighs.� His hands supported her,
pulling her down on his cock even as she began to tighten around him.� Now he�d gotten his legs under him and was
using their power to thrust.� She grabbed
his knee with her free hand, dizzy with the pleasure and because the world
would not stay still under his assault.�
It was jarring her entire body, causing her breasts to bounce, and a
quick glance at Draco proved that he was very much
enjoying the view.

She wasn�t going to last, not when
he was fucking her like this.� And not
when she pressed her fingers against her clit just the way she liked it, the
way she did it when she was by herself and seeking her own pleasure.� Something told her that she wouldn�t be doing
that much anymore.

Oh, sweet Merlin, she wouldn�t have
it any other way!� She cried out as her third
orgasm began, with a low, recurring spasm.�
Lucius groaned splendidly, his back arching
and his neck tilting back.� The waves of
pleasure built and built and built until it exploded outwards like a
firework.� She shivered on top of him,
her muscles trembling as high-pitched moans poured from her lips.

With one last thrust that brushed
her cervix, his body went rigid.� He took
in a great breath that was then expelled in a loud, tortured moan.� There were no words at orgasm, only gasps and
shudders and the twitch of his organ inside her as he emptied, coaxed by her
tight, sucking sheath.� A remarkable
contentment spread through her.� Watching
him come was exquisite, and�again, there was that feeling of completeness, of
rightness�

Slowly he relaxed, sliding his legs
back down and lowering her so that her knees could rest astride his hips again.� He looked just as dazed as Draco had.

�Dear God, witch.�� His hands, when they took hold of her wrists
to pull her down for a kiss, had a slight tremor in them.� And his lips and tongue said more than his
words ever could, tangling passionately with hers for a few moments as they
both wound down from their peak.

When at last she had the energy to
climb off him, she settled between her two men once again, utterly
exhausted.� As she drifted towards sleep
she vaguely heard Draco say,

�Good show, old man.�

And Lucius
responded, �It�s a good thing I�m delirious, or I�d hex you.� ��

Narcissa
smiled as she leaned against Severus.� They were in the room with the family tree,
where Hermione had begun her interesting day.�
She, too, had had and interesting day; in a matter of hours, she had
gone from being Narcissa Malfoy
back to Narcissa Black, and then, shortly thereafter,
Narcissa Snape.

Lucius
had told her right away when he realized that his choice of lovers was no
longer his own.� He was regretful.� He told her that she deserved someone that
had eyes only for her, and that was something he couldn�t promise anymore.� Not that he had ever exactly fit that
definition; he loved her and he was attracted to her, but it wasn�t the
soul-searing passion and love of a Veela.� That was something else entirely.

For a while she hadn�t known what
to do.� It was so sudden and she couldn�t
imagine life without Lucius.� Their love was not perfect, but it was
theirs.� It was bittersweet to see it
end.

She was sure that he had something
to do with Severus�s cautious approach.� They had grown close during the war, when he
was the only way to keep an eye on Draco.� They had corresponded several times a
week.� Severus
had been a rock for her during that time when fear threatened to overwhelm her.

He had kissed her once.� Just once, when she had been nearly
inconsolable after Draco was forced to take the Dark
Mark.� His lips had put up a dam against
the overflow of emotions.� She�d pulled
away from him, dazed, very confused, and filled with guilt.� He had apologized profusely, saying that he
didn�t mean to disrespect her or her marriage, that Lucius was his friend and he was not the sort of person who
did this to his friends, and that it wouldn�t happen again.� And it hadn�t.

Then Lucius
was back, irrefutably changed by Azkaban.�
The man who came out was not the one who had gone in. �His priorities had been polarized and now all
he could do was commence the slow wriggle out of his own trap.� She had never doubted him, but during that
harrowing time she had missed the surety and stability that Severus
had provided.

Perhaps Severus
had finally confessed his slip to Lucius.� Hearing that, maybe Lucius
had orchestrated their joining.� He did
like to tie up loose ends�but whatever happened, love had blossomed between her
and Severus.�
It was slow and sweet at first, but lately it had risen to a fever pitch,
driving Severus to impulsively propose.

Now she was at last his, and he
hers, and all her previous anxieties were put to rest.� This was right.� The deep baritone of Severus�s
voice filled the room as they watched the family tree struggling to rearrange
itself.

�It doesn�t know what to do,� he
chuckled.

�It certainly doesn�t,� she agreed,
smiling.� It didn�t have too much trouble
disentangling her from Lucius; Severus
was being woven as they looked on.� She
supposed the same was happening in Grimmauld Place.� Divorces weren�t common in either line, she
knew, but the family trees were quite adaptable.

The real problem was Lucius and Draco.� The tree didn�t know how to bind both of them
to Hermione; her pretty face was being woven, too, with a radiant smile on
it.� That didn�t surprise Narcissa much.� The
girl would be doing a lot of smiling with two brilliant men attending to
her.� Lucky chit.

At last the tree settled for a
triangle.� A branch ran from both Lucius and Draco to Hermione, who
was on the top.� Most interestingly, a
branch also connected the two men at the bottom, forming a true equilateral
triangle.

�You know,� Severus
said, �they say that a triangle is the strongest shape that exists in nature.�

Narcissa
smiled.� �I hope so, for their
sake.�� And then she leaned back to kiss
her new husband, the triangle forgotten in the wake of his soft, questing lips.
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