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This Physical Fascination (HG/SS/LM)	By : Remarkable Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 71645 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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I love all of my readers. I wouldn't be writing if I didn't know others were reading and loving it too. Thanks Kat, for your beta work on this chapter and to everyone who reviews!! Most of all, thanks for supporting HG/SS and HG/LM (yes, and Draco) fanfic. They are some of the sexiest men on the planet!!

Hermione nuzzled the smooth skin that stretched under her with a soft sigh. Her wild curls came to rest over the broad expanse of Lucius Malfoy’s bare chest. He gazed down at her slumbering face, amusement and contentment dancing through his eyes. An idle thought struck him that it had been bloody well fifteen years at least since he had been sexually satisfied to the point of exhaustion.

During the night, Hermione had surprised him by stroking his cock to arousal. Once erect, he had been sucked off to blinding completion. The second time she stroked him to hardness, Hermione gave an exulting rendition of the cowgirl Olympics, starring him as the bucking bronco. His cock twitched again in anticipation while he bit back a groan. The area surrounding his groin actually ached. It would be a wonder if Hermione didn’t sport a few bumps and bruises herself.

The sound of the shower turning on brought him back into the present moment. Carefully extricating himself from the gorgeous witch, he threw on a simple bathrobe and padded to the door. He silently slipped out of his bedroom to stand outside the bathroom door. It was, of course, locked. The lock was easily picked with a chopstick through the hole in the door, popping the cheap Muggle button lock.

A muttered curse and stream of profanity greeted his ears as he invited himself in to pee.

“Why is it, each and every morning, you deign it necessary to interrupt my morning routine with relieving the contents of your bladder? Am I to have no peace?”

Lucius ignored his roommate’s whinging and sighed with relief as the pressure eased. With a smirk, he graciously wiped the splatters off the seat with some toilet paper in case Hermione were to follow suit. It wouldn’t do to scare her off with their slovenly bathroom habits. He only left such things in disarray to piss off Severus, after all. The man was positively livid about any sort of mess. He continued to stand in the steamy room and pick his teeth before brushing noisily and running water into the sink.

Snape had finally ceased his bitching, right until Lucius flushed the toilet and conveniently left the room as fast as he could. A shout of, “Bloody fucking hell I’m going to wring your bloody fucking neck Lucius!” Ripped through the apartment as the cold water in the shower was sucked away by the flush, leaving a scalded and pissed off Severus in its wake.

Hermione was awakened by someone yelling obscenely. She groaned and took one look at the Muggle alarm clock at her side, rolling over to fall back asleep. Did these two always get up at six in the morning? They’d hardly slept more than four hours the previous night after their extended lovemaking sessions. Hermione pulled the pillow over her head and conked out for several more hours.

The apartment was deathly quiet when she finally roused herself from the pleasant dream she had been enjoying. It had employed both sexy men taking her at the same time. Dampness pervaded the space between her thighs at the idea. With a gusty sigh, she stretched languidly before dressing and looking around the apartment for signs of life. A small frown appeared when she could find no one. Even Severus wasn’t there, as his door was wide open. Shrugging, she slipped off the shirt of Lucius’ she had stolen from his closet and drew herself a nice hot bath.

Every muscle in her body ached wonderfully. There was even stiffness in parts of her body she hadn’t known existed, much less put to use. Keeping up with Lucius Malfoy was going to be a fun challenge, and a very pleasurable one, if the events of the previous day had been a precursor of things to come. The tired witch reached behind her head and threaded her fingers through her tousled bedhead, extricating the sticky locks from her back. They had certainly made a mess of one another. Hermione supposed they would need a set of clean sheets before anything else happened in that bed. Hermione let her mind relax into the bubbles that percolated imperceptibly against her skin. The startlingly hot water felt like the balm of Merlin himself as each quivering muscle responded to the treatment and uncurled from their clenched state one at a time.

Hermione woke with a start to tepid water and no bubbles. She realized she must have fallen asleep again. What time was it? She heard the muffled but distinct voices of the flat’s occupants coming from either the kitchen or the living room. Severus’ voice rose and fell in that deliciously deep timbre that sent shivers up and down her spine. Despite his harsh treatment toward her the day before, she was willing to overlook his moodiness, if he could put out again like he did in the living room the previous day. She wouldn’t mind picking up where they had left off if he’d let down his insufferable guard for more than two minutes at a time.

A slow grin stole its way across her face as she stood naked in front of the Muggle bathroom mirror. Maybe a little shock treatment was in order. Hermione braced herself and flung open the bathroom door with a loud ‘Crack’ that put a definite spider-webbed dent into the cheap plaster behind the offending knob. The little ploy got instant results.

Severus ate up the ground from the kitchen to the bathroom in several ground eating strides, swearing the entire way. “What in Merlin’s bloody fucking balls do you think you’re doing you goddamn-“

Hermione stifled a laugh and streaked out of the loo starkers into Snape’s bedroom, shutting the door in his face. She stood behind the door gasping for breath, wondering what his next move would be besides attempt to threaten her within an inch of her life. The bastard needed to lighten up a little.

Snape stood, stunned for once, outside the door to the loo. His head swung from the unfogging bathroom to his closed door. There was no way in hell he had just seen Hermione Granger rush past him, naked, into his bedroom.

“What the hell is going on, Severus. Did you piss her off again?” Lucius wiped his hands on a kitchen towel, depositing grease from the bacon he had flipped in the skillet.

Severus turned to his friend and indicated the closed bedroom door. “Miss Granger clearly feels it is amusing to sequester herself in her birthday suit behind my bedroom door.”

“What?” An incredulous Lucius gingerly brushed past Snape and rapped on the door a few times.

“Hermione love, I’ve got brekkie on. If everything’s alright, why don’t you just borrow some of my clothes and come eat with us?”

Snape smirked at his besotted roommate. “One night of fucking and you’re whipped. How pathetic.”

Lucius whipped around and spat angrily in his face. “Don’t you dare ruin this for me. If you want to be a miserable fool, you can do so on your own. I have no intention of fucking up my one chance at having some joy in life, after all the hell I’ve been through.”

“I would gladly spend the day in my room if our little houseguest would extricate herself from my personal space.”

Lucius conceded that he had a point. It was odd, the way the door had slammed and she had obviously run naked past Snape into his room. He suppressed a smile as he developed a hunch as to what she was up to. How very Slytherin of her; she was going to try and turn the tables on his friend. Well, more power to her. Maybe he’d get a chance to share her with Severus later in the day and enjoy a bit of the ole’ boy himself.

“Touche’,” he replied and knocked past Snape to head back into the kitchen.

“Well, aren’t you going to get her out of there?”

“Why should I? She’s not in my room, after all.” With a shrug, Lucius disappeared around the corner into the kitchen, humming a ditty off a Muggle radio station.

Severus set his jaw in a firm line and ground his teeth. He had better things to do than play games with a Ministry brat that thought she could make a fool out of him. He kicked the door open, sending shards of wood splintering from around the lock. The lusty witch was spread out like a lazy feline across his bed, twirling her wand errantly with her head cocked to one side, resting against the palm of one hand.

“Get. Out. Now.”

Hermione smiled at him and patted the bed. “Let’s have a chat.”

“I told you to leave.”

“Come on Snape, don’t be like that, I just want to-“

“Miss Granger,” he breathed heavily through his mouth in an effort to not hurt her, “I am not going to repeat the request. I have no desire to be made of fool of. You will leave now or I will make you leave, and then you will be relieved of having to supervise my case, because when I am through with you, I will be sent back to prison.”

Hermione narrowed her eyes and shut, warded and silenced his door with a few silent flicks of her wand. Impressive, Snape thought.

“What I don’t get, after all these years, is why you still feel the need to be such a stick in the mud. Live a little.”

“And I suppose you assume I take my pleasure with you, to coin your phrase, ‘live a little.”

“It didn’t stop you from taking advantage of the opportunity yesterday, and you did seem to enjoy yourself, until you let the old spy take over.” Hermione moved to slide off the bed and stood before him, dripping wet and naked. It was incredibly difficult to keep eye contact and not look at her magnificent body. It had felt so good beneath his thrusting cock……

“My instincts have never failed me. There is something about you I do not trust. You are seriously taking advantage of your position and violating my rights as a prisoner to have my privacy left intact while not on the job. If you would be so kind as to-“

“No Snape. I will NOT be ‘so kind’ to do anything. I’m sick of your stuffy attitude. I can tell Lucius has too much tact to tell you what someone should have told you a long time ago. It’s time to pull the stick out of your ass and stop living in the past. Nothing will bring her back! The Dark Lord is dead! Get over it!”

Fury contorted his face as he lost his temper and raged at her, mere inches from her face. “You dare speak of Lily after what you know she meant to me! You and Potter swore a wand oath never to use that information against me, yet you dare come here with your feminine wiles to try and bait Lucius and I into a Ministry trap-“

“It’s not a fucking trap! Get over yourself!”

“And have the bloody nerve to interrupt me!”

“Would you just shut your mouth and listen to yourself? Good Goddess Snape, it’s over! Don’t you fucking get it? Here, look for yourself!” Hermione shoved her wand into his tightened grip and went nose to nose with him. Pooled, liquid brown eyes bore expressively into his furious, dilated black ones in challenge.

It didn’t take but a heartbeat for Snape to intone, “Legilimens!” A flood of imagery assaulted his mind. He saw Hermione’s role in the final battle and her subsequent testimonials at the trials that followed. Her intense grief as her parents were murdered shortly after their memories were restored. The falling out she had had with her friends, and a series of failed dates and two mediocre boyfriends that could never truly satisfy her. The main memory was her reckless decision to oversee the project of Shacklebolt’s, rehabilitating Death Eaters. She had single handedly tweaked the essential nuts and bolts that had pushed the legislation through, working tirelessly night after night until her eyes burned and body grew thin. She worked and did the jobs of three other people when they quit the department and threatened to shut down the program for lack of funding. The last six months had seen her take out a bank loan in her own name to fund the final and upcoming six months of the program. She did all this after the wizarding community had voted down a tax increase so that the Death Eaters, specifically him and Lucius, could have a chance to be free men instead of being sent peremptorily back to Azkaban.

Her final memory that shocked him was her intense admiration and dedication for the two of them, and the searing desire she had to share herself with them. There was no pretense, no Ministry sting operation. There was only Hermione and her Gryffindor tenacity for justice standing naked in front of him, baring her soul to him, Severus Snape, the ungrateful bastard that had been so full of self-righteousness and loathing toward her only moments before.

Hermione’s wand clattered to the floor with a startling thud. All emotion drained from his face as he sat heavily down on the bed and put his head in his hands. Lucius was right, he was a fool. He felt the bed sink next to him with the weight of her small body and those wonderful hands snake around his bare waist.

“Severus?”

“Just go. Please spare me the ‘I told you so’ speech. I have done enough damage for one day.”

“Would you stop trying to push me away and look at me?”

With a heavy sigh he indulged her, turning slightly to eye her through a sliver of lanky black hair. He drew back in surprise when her face was right there, inches from his own. Unable to contain his reaction, his hands fell to his lap, giving her access to his lips, which she took instantly in a gentle kiss. At first, she merely held her lips to his own, a chaste and innocent tasting of trust, testing the murky waters that seemed to be suddenly clear between them.

She fished for a response with a tap from her tongue against his mouth. Feeling them part ever so slightly, she sought entrance more readily, and was rewarded with his own snaking out to join with hers and dance languidly between them.

Severus gingerly brought his hands up to her breasts and held them there for long moments while their slow kiss simmered on the burner of desire. A stirring began in his groin, eliciting a deep rumble from within his chest. The baritone rumbling was answered by an answering sigh from the witch that was tracing the contours of his face, as if she were a blind woman memorizing him for the first time.

They continued their languid exploration of one another, their bodies slowly melding to a more comfortable position on the bed. Hermione assumed a missionary position underneath the heavily scarred and beautiful man above her. Damn, but he was a tough nut to crack! Finally breaking through his defenses had been a wonderful triumph.

Now they would both reap the reward through mutual pleasure.

Severus saw Hermione in a whole new light. She had taken a huge risk in allowing him to perform Legilimency on her. He could have done anything with her mind and she had trusted him not to hurt her. There had been very few people to have gifted him with that level of trust. It stoked a new desire for her like nothing he had ever known. The idea of her submitting to him was entirely erotic and arousing at the same time. It took a witch with some brass balls to stand up to him, and now he felt an overwhelming need to dominate her, pleasure her, hear her cry out his name over and over again. He was lost in her and he damn well knew it, and no longer cared.

Snape continued his tender loving over the pale expanse of her neck, licking and nipping his way down to the hollow at the base of her throat where he plied his tongue before suckling gently. Goosebumps broke out all over her body and she breathed a soft, “Severus….” He continued his gentle ministrations. Her eager hands pushed down on his head, directing him toward her place of need. He chuckled darkly and allowed her to manipulate him this one time. After all, she had shown him so much of herself, it was only fair to return the favor with a few gifts of his own.

Hermione felt the hardened pectorals slide over her stomach and brush against her trimmed mound until his lips were even with her sex. She twined her fingers in his hair, pulling softly when his tongue snaked out to taste her. With a small shriek she arched into him, already trembling at the hot pink muscle about to send her to a place of pure decadence. His fingers traced the outside of her thighs, dragging them slowly across the ticklish spot at the juncture of her legs and hips to end at the apex of her fruit. A long, elegant and calloused middle finger dipped into that sweet honey pot, plunging into her deeply several times before sliding indulgently up to her clit where it joined his tongue in a little jig.

The sweet little witch was beginning to shake beneath him. He was not going to fuck around with taking too long. He wanted to fuck the insolence out of her for invading his personal space, and his cock was throbbing so hard against his inadequate bed, he swore it was going to poke a hole in the mattress. He thrust two fingers from his other hand into her wet hole and fucked her while he expertly worked the magic nubbin in every increasing flicks and nips that finally sent her careening into outer space, while her damn fingers very nearly ripped hanks of hair from his scalp. He continued to pleasure her until she came down and begged him.

“Severus, please fuck me. I need to feel you inside of me, oh god, please give it to me. I need you, please oh god please.”

On a fresh burst of inspiration, he shed his workout sweats and climbed up her lovely body, straddling her up at chest level. “Open your mouth,” he whispered huskily, the inferno transmitted from his gaze into her molten golden ones. Hermione complied, moistening her lips before opening into a perfect O. With a sharp hiss, he angled his thick cock into her perfect mouth, thrusting lightly against her face. She closed her eyes and wrapped a petite hand around the base, urging him to go deeper. He complied with great fervor, quickly entering until he could feel the tip hitting the back of her throat. Her tongue made little whorls around the mushroomed head and underneath the sensitive tip, causing him to gasp in amazement as his balls tightened in response. He withdrew in a flash, barely quelling the almost overwhelming urge to come on her pretty little face.

“You are quite talented, Hermione,” he murmured, beads of sweat taking his brow hostage from the effort of restraint.

“Thank you.” Hermione grinned evilly and reached around his waist to grasp his heavily muscled arse. Her hands played over the tightened globes of his arse as if assessing horseflesh at an auction. With a playful little slap, she gyrated underneath him and gave an undignified hump against his underside.

Severus arched his brow and firmly pushed her back onto the bed. “We’ll be having none of that, Miss Granger. You will take what I give you.”

“Oh, is that so, Professor?”

“Do not call me Professor unless you wish to deflate my erection faster than Filch in a bikini.”

“Oh God, that is one image I didn’t need in my head.”

“Precisely.”

“Point taken.”

“Fair enough.”

He guided himself to her swollen entrance and pushed inside in one smooth thrust. Oh shite, she was so tight! Why the hell did everything involving Hermione make him need to lose control? The sweet mewl from her throat caused him to move inside of her at a fast past right from the starting gate. There was no holding back when she made that little nose against and whimpered an expletive.

“Oh, fuck- me- you- feel- so- fucking- good!”

His breath was coming in panted gasps as his hips sped up and pumped against her in a ball to an ass slapping beat that threatened to spill him before he was ready. He desperately wanted her to come with him. “Hermione, I’m going to-“

“I know, I want you to!” “Gah! Oh, Fuck!” He exclaimed and his face screwed up into one of rapture, his back arching and pelvis held hard against her pussy as squirt after squirt of thick, creamy semen coated the inside of her vagina. He gasped as the last aftershock tore him down from the clouds to come crashing back to earth and onto the sweaty breasts of this deliriously gorgeous woman who wanted him.

A frown creased his formerly serene lips as he remembered that he was going to have to share her with Lucius. He didn’t really like the thought of that one bit, but he supposed an arrangement could be reached. After all, Lucius had paved the way for him, so to speak, and Hermione had already proven to be an interesting dinner companion and fantastic bedfellow.

“Sickle for your thoughts?”

“Nothing of import.”

“You were bloody fantastic, Severus.”

“Was I?” He pushed himself up onto his elbows and took in her tousled, flushed countenance.

“You were, and are. Hasn’t anyone ever said that to you before?”

He took a full minute to answer her, studying her face, but seeing only sincere concern etched there. “No. I have not entertained many females in my time, and the ones I did- did not care to pay me complements.”

“Oh.”

Thankfully, she let the issue drop, and it wasn’t long before they reluctantly rolled out of his bed, snogging soundly as they groped for clothing and breasts and cocks. “Hermione, we have to get dressed, Lucius has cooked us a brunch.”

“That’s nice.” Hermione paid him no mind and continued to shove her tongue down his throat.

With a little shove, he pushed her off and finished dressing, ignoring her feigned petulance at being put off. “I’m hungry. Get dressed. You can transfigure a pair of my trousers and a shirt into something that will fit you.”

With a little toss of her head and a few muttered spells later, Hermione unwarded the door and stepped out into the dining area with Severus. She grinned sheepishly at Lucius over the full plate he set in front of her.

He gave her a saucy wink and bent down to whisper, “Save some for me love, will you?”

Hermione nodded and tucked into her plate. The food smelled delicious and she was ravenous.

Severus grumbled and got his own plate with a tall glass of orange juice. He thumped the plate onto the table before realizing that Lucius was staring at him over steepled fingers with those steely grey eyes of his. “What?” he barked at the tall blond, irritated to be in his sites.

“It’s about fucking time you loosened up.”

“Oh, shut up and eat.”

Lucius threw back his head and laughed long and loud, his long golden hair cascading past the back of his chair, nearly touching the floor while ignoring a raven haired potions master glaring daggers into his chest. When the laughing subsided, Lucius wiped a few tears from his eyes from the mirth. “If you could just see the look on your face right now you’d-“

“Lucius, I’m warning you!”

“Alight, alright, I give! More bacon?”
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