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Just Submit 2	By : grugster Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 190453 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 18
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I’m not a native speaker of English. Thanks a lot to my betas, remarkable, for correcting this chapter! Dear readers, I'm a bit busy lately, but as you review and rated the last chapter so good and numerous I felt bad for not updating. So here is your next chapter! AgainAndAgain Characters: Hermione, Draco, Neville, Toric, Amaris Sexual interactions: none Warnings: PLOT chapter

Chapter 2 - Talks

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Hermione stiffened because the feeling was too confusing. She wanted to move away, but also didn’t want to tell Severus to pull out. When Severus drew circles with his hips to see her reaction, she felt tight waves of pleasure coil up in her once again. She was surprised because she hadn't expected to feel that she might be coming so soon, caused simply by slow penetration and his small movements. She tried to push Severus away by his shoulders to stop the waves that were joining, gathering into one giant tidal wave about to put her over the edge. Severus knew why she was wiggling; not out of pain or discomfort but out of embarrassment because she enjoyed it that much. He didn't let go of her, and he drew more circles with his hips until Hermione shuddered underneath him. She bucked and screamed when her orgasm crashed over her, never seeming to end.

Just seeing her orgasm that hard and long made Severus blow burst after burst of come inside of her, that sweet pussy milking his cock so deliciously he thought his head would explode.

Soon they all were lying in a big pile of limbs. Neville's hand was in Hermione's. Severus’ hand was between Hermione's legs, feeling his come flow out of her. Draco was spooning Neville from behind. After a long time had passed they could all hear the panting of one another until Severus exclaimed, “My subs, you are all so fucking perfect!” That comment made happy smiles appear on each sub as they fell into a sated, exhausted sleep of tangled limbs, sweaty bodies and familiar faces.

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“Severus said Fenrir is making a big deal out of nothing, so you don't need to worry about your temperature,” Draco said while they sat in one of the small groups of couches in the lounge. It was two in the afternoon.

“Then why is he taking my temperature each day if it’s nothing?”

“Because he wants to be sure it doesn't turn into something that we have to worry about. Come on, Hermione, Severus wouldn't have fucked you if he had thought it would be dangerous, and he would have forbidden Fenrir and Yorik as well.”

“I hadn't have sex with Yorik,” Hermione protested.

“You didn't? I thought the first thing he would do when he got out of the hospital would be to ravish you.” Draco grinned, amused.

Neville threw an apologetic glance over in her direction.

“He has more important things to do, Draco. He’s our beta.”

Draco snorted but couldn't say much more when a warrior sauntered over to them. “Care if I sit down?” the red-blond man with a goatee asked Hermione.

She shrugged away, scared. A frantic look around showed her that Amaris was still relaxed even though she had seen the man approach Hermione. The omega was Hermione’s guard because Yorik and Fenrir were busy setting some things straight, so they said. Hermione was sure they were fighting again, and she only hoped they wouldn’t both end up in hospital.

“He’s okay, Hermione. Calm down. He’s not like the guy in the hall.” Draco tried to calm her and at the same time he laid a comforting arm around Neville's shoulders when the boy leaned against him. Neville was still very frightened of the rest of the clan. Severus was very worried about Neville. They only had seven days left until the next full moon.

Hermione relaxed a bit. She trusted Draco's judgment. He knew the clan members very well. The man still stood beside her, waiting for her permission to sit down. Hermione felt awkward but gestured for him to sit.

“I'm Toric, from Ages' pack and a grade four warrior.”

Hermione looked puzzled. Should that tell her something? What was a grade four warrior? What did the man expect from her now?

“Fenrir didn't tell you about our warrior ranks?” Toric asked.

“No,” Hermione admitted.

“No problem. I can tell you.” The man had a winning smile and looked really handsome. “For a man my age it’s a very high rank. There is only one other grade after four and then you are considered a veteran, like Fenrir. Your beta, for example, is grade five but he’s already thirty-one. I'm just twenty-six. I hope I will be a grade five as well when I'm his age. I always get chosen to be on your alpha's team when we’re in a battle or a hunt.” He looked quite proud of himself and Hermione felt bad about her next comment.

“I don't like war or battles.”

Toric looked as if she had slapped him in the face.

“You’re very good looking,” Hermione blurted before she could stop herself. Embarrassed, she clapped her hands over her mouth and looked wide-eyed at the man in front of her. She could hear Draco snicker from the other couch but she didn't dare to look at him.

It seemed that that comment had outweighed the one that had made Toric so unhappy just a moment ago, for now he was smiling broadly. “That's good to hear.”

Hermione blushed even more and looked at Amaris for help, but the woman was still very relaxed and didn't stop her conversation with two other women.

“Do you want me to leave?” Toric asked, seeing her glances over at her other pack member.

Hermione lowered her hands; even so she knew her face was burning from embarrassment. Continuing to hold her hands over her mouth would have looked even more ridiculous. Fenrir had encouraged her to meet other potential mates but Hermione felt uncomfortable about it.

“No, it's okay. I just don't know what to say.”

“That's okay.” Toric smiled again, and Hermione shyly smiled back. “I will be bold. I will try to court you when your first changing is over. Fenrir informed you about your role in the clan, did he not?”

“Yes he did, and he told me that it will be my choice to choose who I want as my mates. Nobody can force me.”

Again, Toric looked hurt and a bit puzzled. “What did I say that made you think I would force you to do anything?”

Hermione opened her mouth but then closed it again. “Just forget it. This is all very confusing for me. Just go on.”

Toric shrugged his shoulders. “I know it’s still really hard for you. I just wanted to introduce myself and let you know that I will be one of those that think you should give him a chance to prove to you that I'm worthy to be your mate.”

“Prove to me?” Again Hermione heard Draco snicker, and again she ignored him.

Toric raised an eyebrow. “I will show you my skills.”

“Skills?” Hermione had a bad feeling about what he would say next, but she needed to ask.

“My skills as a warrior and a lover. I want you to choose me as one of your regular mates.”

“Regular mates? You make it sound as if I were a prostitute.” Hermione said, offended.

Toric lifted his hands in defeat. “I didn't mean it like that. You are a pup. You will have regular mates you want to have around you as often as possible, and you will have sporadic mates you deem worthy to be with, but not all of the time.”

Hermione still felt hurt, and it showed in her eyes, but she tried to stay rational. For them, this was all normal. “Let's speak about something else. You want me to choose you, but I'll only choose people I know. Ehm... Which pack will you choose when you stop being a warrior?”

Toric looked surprised. “I will never stop being a warrior. That's my life.”

“You love killing people?”

Toric furrowed his eyebrows. “I love protecting my clan. We have a lot of enemy clans and rogue wolves cross our way often. We also keep wizards away from our clan. Our children shall grow up in a better world than the one outside our territory.”

“Many members of your clan helped to make the world outside to become like it is now.”

“Hermione,” Draco said warningly.

“What?” she snapped at him. “It's the truth.”

“Maybe it is, but Toric had nothing to do with it. He is doing what he is ordered to do and tries to protect the clan. In the old wizarding world you liked so much, werewolves were outcasts. At least now we are allowed to live in peace.”

Hermione looked angrily at Draco. She knew he was right, but it angered her.

“Maybe I should leave. You don't seem to be ready to talk about your future,” Toric said politely and went to stand up.

“No!” Hermione growled. The whole room went silent as all eyes trained on them.

Toric looked at her open-mouthed, than glanced questioningly to Amaris. She just shrugged her shoulders, so Toric sat down again.

“I'm sorry,” Hermione said softly and looked down.

“It's okay. You are very confused. I didn't know you were still fighting it all. I just heard you already had chosen three mates and so I thought it was time to introduce myself. It's all right if you don't want my advances right now. I will just try later.”

“It's not like that. I just can't explain it. It's just weird that men come and try to convince me of their strength and their... endowments. It's...”

Toric grinned. “I thought I would wait with the part of showing you my endowments.”

Hermione grinned. “Very thoughtful of you, Toric.” The mood had changed and Hermione could feel the people around her becoming involved with their own conversations again.

Toric was relieved that Hermione was in a better mood. “So what would you like to know about me? If you want to know something about the clan, I can tell you that as well.”

“I would still like to know which pack you would choose if you ever decide to stop being a warrior.” Hermione held her hand up when she saw him starting to protest. “Just pretend. I know you’re happy as a warrior.”

Toric looked thoughtful. “I know you want me to say I wouldn't choose Roland's pack, but I won't lie to you, pup.”

Hermione looked down, ashamed. He had seen right through her.

“For you, Roland is a brutal guy who takes what he wants, but for me he is a very powerful alpha. Becoming his beta would ensure me a very high position within the clan. That's what I would always look for <i>if</i> I wasn’t a warrior. In Ages’ clan I would never be able to become beta because Severus is too powerful and intelligent. Fenrir's pack would take me in, but I would always be at odds with Yorik and that wouldn't work well. So that would leave Roland's pack.”

“Do you have sex with Tara?” Hermione didn't know where that question had come from, but now that she had put it out there she really wanted to hear the answer.

Toric stared at her, confused. He couldn’t seem to figure out her reasoning for asking the question. “Ehm... why is that important to you?”

“So you do!” Hermione exclaimed, unable to hide her disapproval. She needed to ask Fenrir, Yorik and Severus the same question.

“I didn't say so.”

“You did by refusing to answer.”

Toric's lips parted slightly in contemplation while he studied her. “You want your mates to refrain from using the other subs?”

“I want my mates to refrain from using the other <i>female</i> subs.” Hermione was surprised by her determination. She could feel Draco stiffen in surprise on the other couch.

“Does Fenrir sleep with her?”

Now Toric's mouth really dropped open as he started to stammer. “I... It's... It's really not m.... my position to talk about th... that.”

“I will find out, nevertheless. So hmm... what should I ask you now?”

Toric shifted uncomfortably on the couch.

“Do you like Tara?” Hermione had only seen the girl a few times, but almost every time, except at the dinner table, she was under a dominant spreading her legs in the most wanton manner. In combination with Draco's tales about her, Hermione really didn't like her.

“Okay, you are definitely not ready to speak with me about considering me as a mate.” Toric grinned, so at least she hadn't made him angry or sad. She would have felt bad about a poor outcome because Toric really was sweet and handsome. “I will speak to you after your first changing.” He nodded his head curtly and then left.

“Oh, wow, you screwed that up royally. Fenrir will have a fit,” Draco gasped, holding his stomach from laughing so hard.

“Why would he be mad?” Hermione asked, worried.

“Because you compared yourself with Tara.”

“I didn't compare myself with that bitch.”

“Of course you did, and you even dared to ask a dominant about the sexual preference of an alpha. I was surprised Toric didn't bolt.” Draco was still laughing shamelessly.

“I'm so glad I amuse you so much, Draco.”

“Yes, you really do. Even so, I prefer your performance yesterday even more. You looked beautiful when Severus spread your legs just for me and buried his... oh damn, you make me hard just by remembering it.”

“You are impossible, Draco. You are almost just like Tara.”

“No, I'm not and you aren't like her either. None of your mates would even think about touching her the moment you chose them as your regular mate. Even if you choose some random entertainments, I would bet they would stay away from Tara after your little conversation has made the rounds. I’m afraid you will get a stern talk from Ages about it, because now Tara will get a lot of rejections because the dominants will want to be on your good side. That will make Tara unhappy and that will make Ages unhappy and—”

“I think I get the point, Draco. I'm not stupid.”

“Uh oh,” Neville said, looking alarmed. “They sent the kids out.”

Even Hermione knew by now that it was a sign that one or more dominants wanted to make use of a sub. Looking around, Hermione realized that Tara wasn't there and that made her panic. That could only mean they would come for one of them. Hermione looked over to Amaris and wanted to stand up, but the woman gestured for her to sit down, pointing at a small group of men that were discussing something while the kids were ushered out by their mothers. Yorik and Severus were among the group of men talking.

When all of kids were outside, the doors of the lounge were closed and the jalousies of the big windows that lined the wall along the hallway were closed.

Draco was calming a frightened Neville, who knew that this would be his next lesson. Severus had spoken about it often enough, and there was no turning back now.“

Author’s Note: Jalousies are also known as Louvre windows, which is a British and French term for a window which consists of parallel glass, acrylic, or wooden louvers set in a frame. The louvers are locked together onto a track, so that they may be tilted open and shut in unison, to block the view into a room. You can look up more information on them on Wikipedia. Please review! It makes me feel guilty, and often makes me update sooner than normally. I hope you weren't disappointed about this plot chapter. The next one will be very, very smuty!
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