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Slytherin Toy	By : Dazzlious Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 55780 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: Thank you to everyone who read the first chapter and to those who voted. I appreciate it. Dx

It was still early when Hermione woke up. Too early to get up, but she knew she wasn’t going to be able to get back to sleep. Once again her mind turned to Severus and what he had said about Lucius’ party. She was sure Severus really did love her, he had told her often enough without her having to fish. But with her life the way it was now was it any wonder she questioned it sometimes?
She remembered how shocked she had been to discover her relationship with him wasn’t quite as secret as she had imagined. In retrospect, she should have realised Draco Malfoy was keeping an eye on her, but at the time she hadn’t given it a thought. Since leaving the project Malfoy’s behaviour had returned to his usual cruel taunting, and Hermione, in turn, had ignored him as much as she could.
Memories drifted through her mind of the day she was sure had signalled the beginning of her new life; the day Malfoy had discovered her secret.
She had woken early that morning, too, and not wanting to stay in bed on such a beautiful day had put on her swimming costume and headed quietly from the dorm, careful not to wake her roommates. She loved swimming at this time of day when it was quiet and cool and she could be alone to think about things without interruption.
Hermione rushed out of the castle and down to the lake, enjoying the early morning sunshine sparkling on the water. But in her desire to get in there and start swimming she hadn’t noticed Malfoy was there, too, watching her as she pulled off her trainers and piled up her belongings on the jetty.
‘What do you think you’re doing, Mudblood?’ Draco asked as he wandered over to her.
‘Not that it’s any of your business, Malfoy,’ Hermione replied, her voice a little frosty, ‘but I’m going for a swim.’
Draco smiled nastily. ‘You’re going for a swim in the Black Lake. Are you mad?’
‘No, I’m not mad. I just like to go swimming.’
Hermione opened her bag and pulled out a flower-covered swimming cap and a hair band. She carefully tied her hair in a bun, then put the cap on her head.
‘Do you have any idea what’s in there?’ Draco asked.
‘Apart from the giant squid, you mean?’ Hermione said with a small uncaring shrug. ‘Well, of course, there’s Merpeople and Grindylows and rather a lot of fish.’
‘You know there are Grindylows in there and yet you’re still going swimming.’ Draco shook his head. ‘You Gryffindors aren’t brave, you’re fucking mental!’
Hermione laughed. ‘As long as you keep away from the reed beds in the centre you’re fine.’ She moved to the edge of the jetty, ready to dive.
‘Don’t expect me to help you when you get into trouble, Mudblood,’ Draco said dismissively.
‘Don’t worry, I don’t expect to ever need your help, Malfoy,’ Hermione retorted just before she dived into the water.
Hermione swam some way under water, unaware that Draco was watching her and growing a little worried when she didn’t surface. But when she did finally emerge and saw him still watching she couldn’t resist giving him a wave, causing him to storm away angrily.
She smiled to herself, wondering if the anger was because she hadn’t drowned, then continued with her swim, knowing she was perfectly safe. At that time of day, everything within a strictly cordoned area was pretty much asleep thanks to a charm placed by Professor Dumbledore to give swimmers a chance to enjoy the water. Anything that wasn’t caught by the charm was outside of the safe area, and she knew not to go too far out.
After her swim, Hermione headed back to her dorm to get showered and dressed for breakfast. She walked down the corridor at a brisk pace as she was cold and damp and wanted to get back to her room and a hot shower as quickly as possible.
Going this particular way was a good deal quicker than the official route but she ran the risk of getting caught out of bounds. Although Dumbledore had given the students permission to swim he probably wouldn’t be happy about her creeping around secret passages, especially ones that led close to Slytherin territory.
Hermione knew there would be punishment if she was caught but was willing to take the risk as she needed to get back to Gryffindor tower as soon as she could. She could feel the goosebumps all over her body as she walked through the school; the towel she was wearing was not doing anything to keep out the chill of the swim and the dank corridor.
She considered the chance that Severus might be patrolling the corridors and knew if he caught her she would definitely be punished, but for some reason, she found that quite a pleasurable idea and for a moment she actually found herself hoping she might run into him.
And that was exactly what had happened.
Hermione had just turned the second to last corner before she would reach safety when she saw Severus walking straight towards her. Suddenly she wasn’t quite so pleased. She wasn’t at all sure how he would react to her presence. He was usually only pleasant and loving towards her when they were alone in his private rooms, treating her as badly as he had always done whenever they were in public. But maybe at this time of day, in such a little-used place, he would be a little more forgiving even though she was still breaking school rules. That hope faded pretty quickly when she saw his visage.
‘What do you think you are doing in this corridor, Miss Granger?’ he asked her coldly, his usual scowl set firmly upon his face.
‘I’ve been swimming, sir. This is the quickest way back to Gryffindor tower,’ Hermione admitted.
‘You are aware that this corridor is out of bounds to students?’ Snape asked.
‘Yes, sir. But I was hoping I could get through without being caught. I’m freezing and really wanted to get back for a shower.’ She found herself blushing although she wasn’t quite sure why.
‘Did you indeed, Miss Granger?’ Snape said. ‘Unfortunately for you, your hope wasn’t realised.’ He smirked and she felt herself shiver, and not just from the cold. ‘Remove the towel, Miss Granger.’
‘Erm, I don’t think that’s a very good idea, sir,’ she ventured quietly.
‘And why would that be, exactly?’ Snape asked icily, clearly not liking being talked back to.
‘Because I’m naked,’ she replied, her voice still only just above a whisper.
Snape nodded and looked at her for a moment, then grinned nastily.
‘The towel, Miss Granger — take it off.’
‘Sir, I said I was naked.’
‘Yes, Miss Granger, my hearing isn’t defective. However, it appears yours may be. I said to take the towel off.’
Hermione looked into Snape’s dark, glittering eyes; then with a defiant look she loosed the towel and let it drop, standing completely naked before the teacher.
‘Very good, Miss Granger. It appears you can occasionally follow orders,’ Snape said sarcastically. ‘However, I believe you still need punishing for breaking school rules and for not obeying a teacher.’
Hermione blushed scarlet as several ideas about the way she could be punished were suddenly running around her brain. But she still wasn’t sure if Severus was playing with her or was in serious snarky teacher mode; either was possible and he wasn’t giving anything away with his actions so far. So she bit her lip, willing herself not to do anything stupid and nodded her head to show she understood.
Severus continued to look at her for a few seconds, surely gauging her arousal which had, as ever, flared as soon as she had seen him. Her nipples, already stiff from the cold, were harder than ever and she knew it didn’t stop there. Another smirk crossed his face, something she actually found rather more chilling than his scowl.
‘I want you to bend over and brace yourself against this wall, Miss Granger.’ He said it quietly, yet it was enough to make her shiver. He indicated the right-hand wall of the corridor by thumping on it. ‘You will stand with your legs just slightly apart, your head down. You are going to be spanked as your punishment for breaking rules and not obeying my command.’
Hermione felt a ripple of pleasure go through her initially at his pronouncement, but that was quickly overtaken by worry that gnawed at her insides. Severus had spanked her once before, she lying over his lap as he had slapped then soothed her reddening bottom, but that had been in the comfort and privacy of his rooms and whilst she had found the experience incredibly erotic, it had also been safe. Out here in the corridor, it suddenly seemed more dangerous, something far darker, and she wasn’t at all sure she wanted it to happen, but there was no choice unless she wanted to find herself in even worse trouble.
Before Severus had a chance to increase her punishment for not obeying him again, Hermione dropped her bag and did as he requested. She wondered what he could see with her in this position. She suspected it was everything, especially as he had made her stand with her legs apart. She waited somewhat anxiously for him to either speak to her again or start with the punishment. She didn’t have to wait long. A moment later Severus moved closer to her, his hand stroking her bottom.
‘I’m going to spank you fifteen times, Miss Granger,’ he said, his voice dark yet controlled. ‘You are going to count the strokes and after each one, you will say the number and “thank you, sir”.’
Hermione turned her head to look at him sharply, astonished that not only was he going to hit her but he expected her to be grateful for it. He ignored her look. Almost as soon as he had retreated his hand connected with her bottom, a hard, stinging slap that made her cry out. It also made her forget she was supposed to be counting.
‘I don’t hear you, Miss Granger. Are you disobeying me once again?’
She was confused for a moment, then remembered she was supposed to be counting.
‘Oh shit, sorry. One . . . thank you, sir.’
‘You will receive an extra stroke for not counting promptly,’ Snape said humourlessly.
Hermione knew she had to set her mind straight. This was going to hurt enough without more strokes being added to the tally. Severus continued to spank her; the enjoyable soothing he had employed the previous time and that she had been hoping might be deployed this time was not happening.
She worked really hard, even though her bottom was stinging so much that it was distracting, to count as soon as the stroke finished, desperate to ensure the punishment didn’t continue for any longer than it had to. She cried out a few times, though, unable to stop herself, and was blinking back tears by the time he finally finished.
Hermione knew her bottom had to be bright red. It certainly hurt enough.
Once the punishment stopped his hands had soothed the sore skin for a few minutes, softly stroking as he spoke quietly to her, telling her he was pleased with her performance. And then she was rewarded for the pain she had just suffered.
Keeping her in the same position, Severus ran his hand down her slit, which she was sure was soaked after what he had just done to her. The spanking had been far harder than previously and had hurt like crazy, but she found it at least as arousing as the previous time.
‘You’re very wet, Miss Granger. You obviously enjoyed that as much as I did,’ Snape crooned, sounding happy. She didn’t respond because she wasn’t sure she could speak. She was still feeling a little teary. ‘I’m very pleased with you, darling.’
Hermione moaned as he slid into her. At some point he had released his erection from his trousers, and his hands covered hers as he held her against the wall, his body pressed against hers, fucking her hard and deep until they both came — she crying out sharply, her legs almost giving way; he with loud grunts that matched his thrusting.
Snape wrapped his arms around Hermione as he pulled her up, away from the wall, and his mouth found her neck and kissed her gently. After a few minutes in this position he released her, once he was sure she would be able to stay standing. He pulled her round to face him.
‘You had better get back to your House, Miss Granger. People will be getting up soon and you don’t want to get caught wearing just a towel, do you?’ he asked, sounding amused.
Hermione bent down to pick up the towel, wrapping it tightly around her. As she did so Snape retrieved her bag, handing it to her as he pulled her to him and gave her a brief but hard kiss on the lips.
‘I’ll see you at breakfast, Miss Granger. Don’t be late.’
She returned to her dormitory as rapidly as possible, showering before any of her roommates could see her skin, reddened both from the spanking and the flush of sex. Then she hurried down to join her friends for breakfast, unable to stop the smile on her face. She was feeling good and seeing Severus sitting at the teachers’ table made her heart race a little faster.
As she sat down with Harry and Ron — a little gingerly, it had to be admitted, as her bottom was still quite sore — and helped herself to some breakfast, she looked up and realised with surprise that Malfoy was staring at her from his place at the Slytherin table. For the whole meal he stared at her constantly, a wide smirk on his face, and she found it hard to ignore.
Once breakfast was over she headed off towards Herbology, leaving Harry and Ron in the castle with a promise to meet up for lunch. The morning was warming up well and she was enjoying the feeling of the sun, warm on her skin. Her enjoyment was ruined, however, when a few minutes later she was joined by Malfoy, that smirk still writ large upon his face. He looked around slyly to make sure they weren’t likely to be overheard.
‘Do you enjoy being spanked, Granger? Does it make you horny?’
Hermione’s heart sank. Had he seen what had happened between her and Severus? He had to have done because it wasn’t the usual sort of question he would ask, and coming so soon after their interlude that morning, surely it couldn’t be a coincidence. She didn’t want to answer him so just carried on walking, hoping she wasn’t blushing to give herself away.
‘Not talking to me?’ Malfoy continued softly, his voice taunting now. ‘Should I order you to talk . . . or maybe you only like to count. Do you like to count, Granger? How does it go? Oh, yes — one, thank you, sir.’
Hermione knew she was blushing now. She could feel her face burning and she wanted to run away, wanted to cry from shame. Of all the people they could have been caught by, Malfoy had to be the worst. She was sure he wouldn’t hesitate to use it against her, probably to cause her maximum embarrassment at some vital moment; worse, it would mean her friends and everyone in Hogwarts would find out about her relationship with Severus. That wouldn’t be good, either for Severus or for their relationship. If only there were some way of keeping Malfoy quiet, of making him promise not to say anything.
Malfoy grabbed her arm, pulling her to a stop before they got any closer to the greenhouses. Hermione felt she had no choice but to see what he wanted to say. She didn’t need him shouting it out in front of everyone in the class.
‘If you like being spanked so much, I’m sure I can help you out,’ Draco said, leaning in close to whisper lasciviously in her ear. He stroked her arm gently as he talked, which made her skin creep. ‘I’m sure I can make you come just as hard as old Snape does, Mudblood. And I’d be more than happy to take control of you . . . any time you want. You just need to ask.’
Burning with embarrassment, Hermione pulled from Draco’s grip and ran away from him, no longer caring about trying to get him to keep his silence. Instead, she spent the rest of the day trying to avoid him, knowing the smirk that settled on his face every time he saw her was causing her blushes to reappear.
She was amazed that Harry and Ron hadn’t noticed, although she hadn’t spent much time with them, either, in case Malfoy felt tempted to say something to them. She was sure he would wait until the three of them were together before he did the big reveal to get the greatest possible impact.
That evening, Hermione told Severus that Malfoy knew about them and had seen them that morning but he didn’t seem to be overly concerned, even when she expressed worry about what would happen with their relationship if he told anyone. Severus seemed to think Malfoy wasn’t going to share the information, although she had no idea why he would be so convinced of that.
But Severus was right, and after that day she heard nothing further from Malfoy about spanking. Then, the following month she and Severus had been invited to Lucius Malfoy’s “Mistresses” party.
Remembering, Hermione grinned as she stretched before getting out of bed. Surely Severus must have given Gryffindor loads of points after her performance in the corridor that morning. Mind you, remembering the way her bottom had stung afterwards, she had definitely earned them.

Hermione shared a good breakfast with her friends, although Ron was so nervous he could hardly speak and had to be forced to eat, something she would never have imagined seeing; after all, normally he ate what seemed like at least his own bodyweight at every sitting. He always seemed a bit nervous before a game, but this match was an important one and Ron knew he had to do well.
She hugged him tightly. ‘You’re going to be fine, Ronald. Honestly, you’ve really got nothing to worry about.’
Ron smiled weakly as he pushed his food around his plate, still not actually eating anything. Harry shot her a smile, too, grateful to Hermione for attempting to build Ron’s confidence. Once they had finally managed to force a little food into Ron she gave both boys and Ginny another hug before they headed off towards the Quidditch pitch, promising them that she would be down for the game.
‘We need you,’ Ron whispered as he held her tightly. She was surprised to feel he was shaking from nerves.
‘You really don’t,’ she assured him with a laugh. ‘I’ll see you when you’ve won.’ She ran her hand through the boy’s red hair as she held him just as tightly. Then they pulled apart, Ron blushing furiously. ‘Go get ‘em, tiger,’ she said with a smile.
Ron nodded, still looking scared, and slowly followed his friends out of the Great Hall. Hermione looked around. She was being watched closely by Draco Malfoy and Pansy Parkinson. With a small smile, she rose from the table to head back to her dormitory and complete her Potions essay before going to the game.

Hermione walked down the corridor, rushing a little as she was late. She had, as always, become engrossed in the essay and completely forgotten the time. She glanced at her watch. She was just going to have to be late because there was no way she was running all the way down to the Quidditch pitch.
It wasn’t as if anyone would notice, anyway. Once the team started playing they wouldn’t realise she wasn’t there and she would be able to slip in without being spotted. It wouldn’t take her long to catch up with the score as long as it wasn’t Luna doing the commentating.
She gasped as she was pulled into an alcove. Strong arms wrapped around her, pressing her back against the wall; lips, persistent and firm, found hers. When she was just as suddenly released she looked at the pale face of Draco Malfoy, who was still holding her, cutting off her escape.
‘What are you doing, Draco? I need to get to the Quidditch pitch.’
‘No, I don’t think so, Mudblood,’ Draco replied musingly with a small smile. ‘I’m sure we could find a much better way to spend the game. I mean, it’s not as if you’re going to be missed, is it?’
His lips found hers once again, questing and hard as he pressed against her. Hermione could feel the stiffness of his erection, pressed against her hip, as he kissed down her throat, making her moan gently.
‘Not here,’ she whispered.
‘No,’ Draco agreed. ‘Come with me.’ He took her hand and led her from the alcove and along the corridor. A few minutes later the couple arrived on the seventh floor. ‘The Room of Requirement,’ Draco said with satisfaction. ‘Let’s see what it thinks we need, shall we?’
Hermione shook her head but she was smiling. ‘Okay, but we can't be long. I need to be at the Quidditch pitch before the end of the game.’
‘You will be,’ Draco promised. ‘I’ll make sure of it.’
He pushed the door open and the two of them stepped inside and looked around. Hermione couldn’t help but laugh: the main feature of the room was a huge bed.
‘Guess I know what you’re thinking of, then,’ she said.
Draco smirked. ‘You too, Mudblood,’ he said as his hands reached out to grab her breasts. ‘I know you want me as much as I want you.’
He pushed her onto the bed and his hands moved to pull up her t-shirt, soon relieving her of it. His mouth attacked her breasts, even though she was still in her bra. Hermione’s hands were working on Draco’s trousers, wanting him naked just as much as he needed her to be. Lips met again and again as they undressed, desire flaring as they tore at each other’s clothes. Finally, they were naked, hands caressing bare skin, bodies rubbing against each other with need.
‘I saw you with Weasley,’ Draco said, his hands suddenly around Hermione’s throat as he pressed down on top of her, pinning her to the bed. ‘What were you doing with him?’ he asked possessively.
‘Nothing,’ Hermione managed. ‘Draco, please let go. You’re hurting me.’
Draco squeezed her throat a little more, then released his grip. She was still pinned to the bed.
‘I don’t want him touching you,’ he whispered. ‘I already have to share you with enough others. I won’t share you with him as well.’
‘He’s just a friend,’ Hermione said soothingly, her hands running through Draco’s blond hair. ‘He was anxious about the game is all. Really, there’s nothing between us.’
She pulled Draco’s head down, her mouth finding his, gentle at first but then with more passion as he relaxed into the kiss.
‘You know what I want,’ he whispered, his pale grey eyes boring into her rich brown ones.
Hermione nodded. ‘I trust you,’ she told him seriously as she returned his look.
His lips found hers once again in a brief but tender kiss as his arms pushed hers up. With a whispered spell her arms were bound, tied fast to the posts of the bed, her body taut against the smooth sheets.
Draco smiled again, his hand caressing Hermione’s skin, and watched as his gentle touch raised goosebumps on her soft flesh.
‘Tell me you want me, Mudblood,’ he commanded.
‘You know I do, Draco,’ Hermione replied softly.
‘Then say it!’ he ordered.
‘I want you, Draco. I want you so much.’ Hermione’s voice was full of desire.
‘What do you want?’ Draco asked, his tongue slowly licking down her throat towards her breasts and over her erect nipples. Hermione moaned and shivered as he sucked on one then the other, his hands still playing with her breasts. ‘Tell me, Mudblood!’ he said, his voice commanding again. ‘Tell me what you want.’
‘Whatever you want,’ Hermione cried. ‘Please, Draco—’
Smiling again, Draco stroked Hermione’s face, his finger tracing her top lip gently. ‘Good girl,’ he whispered. ‘That was the right answer.’
His hand was travelling down her body, sliding between her soft thighs, and he moaned with desire as his fingers found her wet core. ‘You’re so wet,’ he whispered. ‘Looks like you really do want it.’
‘Yes,’ Hermione whimpered. ‘Please touch me, Draco. Please.’
‘Do you deserve it, though, Mudblood?’ Draco asked. ‘Do you deserve my touch?’
‘Please,’ begged Hermione. ‘Please, Draco. Anything . . . just touch me . . . please.’
‘Anything?’ his voice was a seductive burr as he whispered the word in her ear.
Hermione shivered. She nodded. ‘Anything.’
‘I want you to pleasure me first,’ Draco told her.
Hermione nodded again frantically. ‘Yes, please.’
Draco smiled and stroked her again. ‘Good girl.’ He moved until he was sitting lightly on her chest, his erection just above her mouth. ‘Beg for it, Mudblood,’ he told her quietly.
‘Please let me suck your cock, Draco. Please. I want it so much,’ Hermione made her voice as seductive as she could.
‘You want it, do you?’ Draco asked happily, leaning forward to push the rigid length deep into Hermione’s open mouth.
He moaned loudly as he fucked her face hard, enjoying the sensation of it sliding down her throat. Hermione tried not to gag as he almost choked her with it. The feeling was so exquisite that it wasn’t long before he was coming, filling her mouth with his seed before pulling out of her. Once again he traced Hermione’s lips with his finger as she swallowed, then his mouth was pressing against hers; the taste of himself on her lips exciting him, already making him stiffen once more.
Hermione lay quietly, waiting for Draco’s bidding. Tied to the bed as she was, she could do nothing but wait and hope that eventually, he would give her what she wanted . . . what she now so desperately needed.
‘Do you want me to make you come, Mudblood?’ Draco’s voice was a lazy drawl.
‘Yes, please,’ Hermione begged.
Again Draco’s fingers found her wet core.
‘Mmmm, you’re definitely ready,’ he said, removing his fingers from her and licking them.
He pulled her legs apart, staring with desire that bordered on lust at the soft pink folds buried beneath the small bare mound.
‘Beautiful!’ he whispered, almost in awe.
He moved between Hermione’s legs, his newly hardened erection pressing between her lips. ‘What do you want, Mudblood?’ he asked, his voice gravelly with lust.
‘Fuck me . . . please . . . Draco,’ Hermione cried. She was so aroused now that every slight touch was almost torture, and she needed fulfilment.
‘You’re mine,’ Draco growled as he slid deeply into her, both of them gasping as their flesh connected so intimately. Draco’s hands slid up her tied arms as he moved inside of her. Hermione’s mouth found his, her tongue searching for and then connecting with his in a moan of joy.
‘Oh . . . yes,’ she whimpered as she moved against her lover, her legs wrapping around his, pulling him deeper inside her.
‘You feel so good,’ Draco moaned as he thrust harder, causing Hermione to whimper again. ‘Oh gods, Hermione.’
Hermione’s muscles contracted around his hardness, squeezing and milking him as their combined movements pulled them closer to climax. Draco’s tongue laved at her breast as he pounded, groaning with pleasure as she squeezed him harder; her whimpers turned to constant mewls of pleasure interspersed by fast, shallow breaths as her orgasm hit.
Soon the mewls became cries of ecstasy. She screwed up her eyes, her arms pulling at the bonds as she came hard, screaming out Draco’s name, her body bucking. This was too much for Draco, who swiftly followed, his own cries low and urgent before he collapsed on top of her.
For a long time they lay that way before Draco finally moved, leaving Hermione still tied to the bed.
‘Untie me, Draco,’ Hermione told him. ‘My arms are aching and I need to get to the game.’
‘I’m thinking of keeping you like this,’ Draco said with a wicked smile. ‘I wonder how long it would be before anyone came looking for you?’
‘Not long,’ Hermione replied. ‘If Harry and Ron didn’t come to find me then Severus would.’
‘True,’ Draco said a little moodily. ‘I’d forgotten about him for a moment. But I might keep you here a little longer.’ He ran a finger down her body from her throat right down to her mound, making Hermione shiver.
‘You promised,’ Hermione said unhappily. She wasn’t sure how long they had been there but she needed to make sure she got to the game before it finished otherwise her friends would be upset with her.
Draco leant over and kissed her. ‘I know, love,’ he whispered. ‘And I always keep my promises.’
There was another whispered spell and the bonds were gone, leaving Hermione free and in Draco’s arms once more.
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