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Teaching Miss Granger	By : OracleObscured Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 116943 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 14
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20 - Play Date With Draco
Hermione was a nervous wreck the whole next week, her head stuffed full of seven years' worth of education. She was taking more NEWTs than anyone else, and if she hadn’t had Severus’s potions to help her, she would have had a nervous breakdown within the first two days. The voices of her teachers rang through her head in a non-stop cacophony of reminders. She covered her ears, but couldn’t block out the din.
Protego . . . Herbifors . . . Cen . . . Riddikulus . . . Horklump Juice . . . Wingardium Leviosa . . . Dittany . . . Vera Verto . . . Peor . . . Boomslang . . . Rennervate . . . Fumos . . . Lagu . . .
The written portion of the tests took three days. She felt she had done well. Nothing had stumped her. All she had to do was make it through the practicals.
Each night, she went to Snape’s office. He wasn’t short with her at all. He barely said a word. Mostly it was, “How did it go today?” and, “Here, take some extra Tranquility Draught.”
He made her straddle his lap every night as his hand teased the orgasm out of her; then he kissed her and sent her back to her room. The way he stared at her while his fingers played her pussy gave her goosebumps. The pleasure, however, was one-sided. He pushed away her hand when she tried to open his trousers, claiming he was too tired. On Wednesday, after the written tests were over, she sat in his lap like the first two nights but pressed herself against him so he couldn’t get his hand between them. “Come with me tonight.”
“I’d rather not. My head is killing me.”
Hermione kissed his temple. “Let me make you feel better.”
He wrapped one arm around her waist and held her tight. “I have grading to do.”
Her lips moved down his face to his neck. “It won’t take any longer than usual if you’re inside me.”
He heaved a tense huff into her hair. “I’m too tired.”
Hermione rubbed her hips into him. “I’ll do all the work.”
“You’re not going to stop until I say yes, are you?”
“No, sir.”
He let out a long sigh. “All right. But I need to get back to grading in . . .” He checked the clock. “Thirty-five, forty minutes.”
She leaned back and grinned at him. “There’ll be time to spare.”
Hermione climbed off his lap and unfastened his trousers. He wasn’t hard yet, but she knew how to get him there. He must be really stressed if me rubbing around in his lap didn’t do anything. She got his trousers down and started kissing his cock, teasing his balls with her fingertips.
She looked up at him. “Long day?"
“Very.”
Licking his knob, she cupped his sac and gently pulled. When he grunted, she smiled into his pubic hair. He fit inside her mouth, but as soon as her tongue started to tease the underside, he slowly swelled. She knew they didn’t have a lot of time, so she insidiously let her hand travel from his balls to his perineum . . . then further back to his arse. When her finger pressed at his puckered hole, his cock went from half-hard to fully erect in less than a minute. She lapped the bouncy column until he growled.
“Are you going to ride that or just lick it all night?”
A sneaky smile crossed her face as if that might just be her plan.
He knew that look. “Are you wet?”
“A little.”
He rolled his eyes. "How are we supposed to fuck if you're not wet? Get over my lap.”
She draped herself over his knee and waited for the initial hit. The spanking was perfect. The stinging heat went straight to her pussy. She was squirming and slick in three minuets flat.
“Okay, okay. I’m ready,” she said, putting her hand back to stop him.
“Are you sure?”
“See for yourself.”
His fingers slipped along her slit, amused at the amount of cream he found. “All right. Come up here.”
Hermione kicked off her knickers and straddled him. His cock poked at her lips, and she guided him inside. It was a slow descent. Her moves were a little awkward at first. She hadn’t ridden him in a while and never while he was sitting in a chair. After a couple minutes, she got the rhythm, and his hand edged between their bodies, flicking her nub to speed her along.
His breathing got louder and shakier the faster she went. She slammed her body down on his. Ah, there's that grunt I like to hear. His finger tickled her clit faster, and her belly lurched. “I’m close, sir.”
“I know. Tell me when you’re right on the edge.”
She nodded. It was stifling in his office. They’d never had sex with their clothes on before, and Hermione was sweating through the back of her shirt. She was afraid she was going to spontaneously combust.
“Come for me, pet,” he murmured, not waiting for her word. He could feel the predictable tightening of her muscles. “Let go.”
Lower abdominals tight, she felt the waves spiral out, surrounding her pussy.
He hissed and jerked against her, his seed releasing in a heady rush.
“Severus!” She collapsed against him as she floated back down. His wand slipped up the back of her jumper, and he cast a cooling charm on her. She shivered with relief.
“Head feel better?” she panted.
One of them at least. “A bit.”
“Did you like that?”
What was there not to like? “Excellent, pet.”
“NEWT level excellent?”
He snickered. “Your enthusiasm exceeded expectations.”
“What about my physical talents?”
“Your technique could use some work.”
She gave his chest a weak slap. “Thanks.”
“You won’t get better if I lie to you.”
She snorted into his coat. “How much time is left?”
“Five minutes.”
“Just enough,” she muttered and proceeded to kiss him goodnight for their remaining time.
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The next night he refused her advances again.
“I was bloody exhausted last night. I can wait until Friday.”
“You won’t be too tired then?”
“Today was my last day of exams. I’ll finish grading tomorrow during classes.”
“I won’t see you till the evening. I’ve got my Charms practical before lunch.”
“How was your Potions practical?”
She gave him a small smile. “I think you’re going to owe me a favor this summer.”
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Her Charms practical went smoothly. They seemed particularly impressed with her Patronus Charm (“Never known so many students to be proficient with a Patronus. Outstanding!”). She told Harry he should go into teaching.
He shook his head with a smile. “I’ll keep that in mind if the Auror Department turns me down.”
The student body had, as a whole, gone end-of-the-year crazy. They would be leaving Monday morning, and the celebrations couldn’t be started early enough. As Head Girl and Boy, she and Draco were expected to keep the partying in check. Hermione had confiscated three bottles of Firewhisky and five phials of suspicious potions (which she suspected came from Weasleys' Wizarding Wheezes). What the potions did, she had no idea, but she had a feeling they were behind the dopey grins on half the seventh-years.
Draco wandered into their common room after dinner with a bottle under one arm. “Fancy a glass, Granger?”
“Another bottle of Firewhisky?”
He made a face. “No. Slytherins have more taste. It’s a fifty-seven Bordeaux.”
She rolled her eyes. “No, and you shouldn’t drink it either.”
“Why not?”
“Number one, we are supposed to be setting an example. Number two—” she held up the note an owl had just brought her—“Snape says for you to come with me tonight.”
“Way to set an example,” he quipped.
She blushed but didn’t say anything back.
“You’re not in trouble again, are you?”
Her blush got brighter. “No.”
He set the bottle on the table, watching her face go crimson. “Then why are you turning so many colors?”
“He’s . . .” she didn’t know how to say it. Staring at his shoes, she tried again, “Do you still want to do what we talked about?”
Draco’s eyebrows disappeared under his blond fringe. “Tonight?”
“Yes, I think so.”
“That’s one hell of a way to celebrate the end of school.” He grinned. “You are going to take a shower before we go, aren’t you?”
Hermione gave him a desperate look. “Please, Draco. I’m nervous enough as it is.”
“You? I’m the one sticking my tongue where the sun doesn’t shine.”
“You haven’t heard what he has in store for me.”
“So tell me,” he said, sitting next to her on the couch.
She grimaced. “I can’t say it out loud. And who knows what else he has planned that he didn’t tell me about.”
“Sounds fun. What time?” he asked with a cheeky grin.
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They sneaked down to the dungeons at 11:00. Luckily, at 10:08 McGonagall had shown up and told them they were free from their Head responsibilities for the night.
(“It’s pointless. All the houses are celebrating, and Dumbledore said we should go ahead and let them. It’s been a while since we made it through a year without a student’s life being threatened. He’s already pouring champagne in the Staff Room and passing round the lemon drops. I’m all for letting the students blow off a little steam, I just hope Madam Pomfrey has enough Hangover Cure on hand. Oh, don’t look so shocked, Miss Granger. I was young once myself, you know? You should make an appearance at the Gryffindor party; it might keep them from destroying the common room. Good night, dear.”)
The halls were surprisingly deserted for such an eventful time. Everyone must have settled on a place to party.
Draco stopped her before she could knock on Snape’s door. “Granger, I just wanted to tell you . . . if Snape ever . . . hurts you in a way you don’t like, you can come to me. I’d do whatever I could to help you.”
Her brows pinched together. “What?”
Malfoy sighed. “You know. Just owl me or something, and I’d get you out of there or help you . . . or whatever.”
She stared at him in shock, suddenly understanding. “Are you worried about me?”
He rolled his eyes. “I’m just saying . . . Merlin, never mind.”
“No, no, no,” she said, taking his hand. “That’s so sweet. I think I’m going to cry.”
“Bloody hell, Granger. Stop, will you? I shouldn’t have said anything.”
“No you don’t,” she said, squeezing his hand so he couldn't pull away. With a smile she pulled him down to her level and kissed his cheek. “Thank you, Draco. Will you promise me something?”
His cheek itched where she’d kissed him. “Yeah.”
“No matter what happens tonight, you won’t think I’m gross or laugh at me.”
He shook his head. “You’re not gross.” He grinned and pushed her toward the door. “You’re perverted. That’s totally different.”
She took a deep breath and knocked on the door.
Snape called out, “Enter." He was just coming through the door to his office as they stepped inside.
Severus showed them into his private quarters and motioned for Draco to sit on the settee while he took the armchair. He didn’t want to waste any time. “We need to talk,” he said, pulling Hermione into his lap. “I’ve asked you to come tonight for a specific reason,” he told Draco. “Miss Granger has agreed to wear my collar, and she needs practice taking direction and maintaining proper respect.”
Draco glanced at Hermione. She’s agreed to wear his collar? Why didn’t she tell me? “What do you need from me?”
“I need you to just be yourself. Treat her with the same respect you always do. I may ask her to do things to or for you, and I may ask you to do various things as well; but nothing I think you’ll object to.” Snape touched Hermione’s leg. “You will call Draco sir tonight. You will treat him like you would treat any other dominant we may meet. You need to stay respectful and not talk back. If he asks you a question, you answer him honestly. If he says or does something you don’t like, you tell me immediately. Understood?”
She nodded. “Yes, sir.”
“Good. You will do as I ask and do it quickly. Hesitation is defiance. Don’t make me correct you.” He looked over at the Head Boy. “Any questions, Draco?”
“So I’m allowed to talk to her?”
“Yes.”
“And I can say what I please?”
“Nothing cruel.”
“You won’t get angry if I say something sexual to her?”
“No.”
“What if it’s really dirty?” Draco asked with a sly grin.
“So long as it’s just talk and you don’t do anything physical without my permission.”
“Do you have to hear everything I say?”
Snape looked at Hermione. She didn’t seem worried about Malfoy's suggestion. He nodded. “All right, but, Miss Granger, you are to tell me if he says anything you don’t like.”
Hermione nodded.
“Any questions?” he asked Hermione.
She bit her lip. “Will you kiss me first?”
He smiled softly. “Yes.”
She was shaking against him when his lips met hers. He went slowly. Teasing. She needed a good dose of reassurance before they started. When she started kissing him back as if she were going to eat him alive, he pulled away so they could both catch their breath. "Anything else?"
“I need the loo,” she said, blushing.
Snape smirked and patted her bum. “That’s fine. Go on.”
Hermione dashed off to the bathroom.
Draco eyed the Potions master as soon as she closed the door. “You’re not going to hurt her, are you?”
“Pain is not my goal this evening. Obedience and humiliation are.”
“You won’t make her cry?”
“I can’t guarantee she won’t cry. She’s never been in this situation before. I don’t know how she’ll react. But she won’t be crying from pain if that’s what you’re after.”
Draco nodded. “Where are you planning to take her that she’ll need to be collared?”
“Eros.”
Both blond eyebrows rose at that. “You know father still goes there occasionally, don't you?”
“I know. I’ll keep her identity secret.”
Draco nodded again.
Hermione came back out, looking anywhere but at the two of them.
“Everything all right?” Snape asked.
“I couldn’t go.”
Draco stifled his snort.
“It’s just nerves,” Snape assured her. “Do you want to put on your collar?”
She blushed hard but nodded without hesitation.
Severus pulled it from his pocket and held it up. “Come here.”
She lifted her hair so he could close it around her neck. The snakes’ cold metal bodies slithered into place at her throat.
“Take off your clothes and get in position on the table. Face Draco.”
“Yes, sir,” she whispered and began to unbutton her shirt. She avoided looking at either of them while she disrobed. She noted how shiny Draco’s shoes were and how still Snape could sit. When she was down to her knickers and socks, Snape stopped her.
“Leave on the socks. I don’t want your feet freezing.”
“Yes, sir.” She pulled off her knickers and pushed the pile of clothes under the table then knelt on its cold wood top. The side closer to the fire was warm, but her fingers and toes were so numb with nervousness she could barely tell. Spreading her legs and putting her hands on her head, she got into position and stared at the floor. Hermione knew she was shaking, but she couldn’t stop it. Their eyes were all over her; gooseflesh rippled up her arms in response.
Snape did a slow circle of her, making sure her position met his public standards. She was too embarrassed to look at anyone, so he didn’t have to tell her to keep her eyes down. The green jewel was just barely visible between her cheeks. Bending down, he traced around it. “You won’t be needing this now, pet. Push it out.”
She blushed as the metal stretched her bum. Her eyes squeezed closed until it was out. The sound of his footsteps went toward the bathroom, and she heard him set it on the counter then come back and stand right behind her.
“Would you like to show Draco what a good girl you can be?”
“Yes, sir.”
He jingled something behind her head, and she recognized the sound of the nipple clamps. Hermione winced just thinking about them.
“Go ask Draco to get your nipples hard so I can clamp them.”
Oh my God! “Yes, sir.”
She climbed down and walked to Malfoy, keeping her eyes on his shoes the whole time. Her face felt like it was full of fire. “Dra—” she bit off the word. “Please, sir, will you get my nipples hard?”
Draco smirked. He didn’t know if Snape meant for him to use his hands or his mouth, but he believed in claiming ignorance rather than asking permission. “Gladly.”
His lips sealed around her areola as his tongue skimmed the pebbling tip; she gasped as he lapped and sucked her skin into his mouth. He switched to the other side, keeping the first one hard with his twiddling fingers.
Hermione lifted her hand to his head to pet his hair then stopped. He was incredibly good at what he was doing, but she didn’t know if she was allowed to react or not.
“It’s all right, pet,” Snape murmured. “You can touch him. And don’t be quiet. He needs to know what you like. Just sounds though. You only speak when spoken to or if you’re in trouble and need my help. Understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Go ahead.”
She placed her hand on Draco’s head. The suction on her nipple increased, and she moaned softly. Snape let him go on for what felt like hours (but was probably only minutes). Her pussy was leaking profusely by the time it ended.
“That’s good,” Snape rumbled and slipped his hand around her, closing one clamp around her nipple.
Hermione let out a relieved breath when it didn’t hurt. It was tight, but it didn’t feel as if she were being stabbed. The other one closed around her free nipple, and the weight of the chain skimmed her ribs.
“Lovely, isn’t she?” Snape commented.
“Yes,” Draco agreed.
“See if she’s wet yet.”
Hermione may not have been able to look Draco in the eye, but she could watch his hands. One pale finger grazed through her pubic hair until he was at her lips. He slipped inside and found a puddle of juice collected at her entrance.
“She’s wet.”
Snape’s hand slid down her bum and reached between her legs, feeling for himself. “Not wet enough.” He drew his hand around her belly and hooked one finger around the chain. When he tugged, her eyes fluttered shut, and she leaned back into him with a small moan.
Draco sat, enthralled, staring up into her face. Her nipples were pulled and stretched by the clamps, but she looked as if she was creaming herself. His dick throbbed hard against his zipper. This is going to be a long night.
Snape dropped the chain, trailing his fingers up her chest, not stopping until he was up over her chin, poised at her lips. “Open.”
Hermione took his fingers into her mouth and sucked. The room was blurry for a second as she opened her eyes; then she saw Draco looking up at her from his seat, his usual attitude of cool dismissal nowhere in sight. His steely eyes were unblinking.
“Pull on the chain, Draco. She wants it. Tell him how much you like it, pet.”
She closed her eyes before she said anything. It was a lot easier if she couldn’t see. “I love it, sir.”
Draco flipped his finger under the chain and gently pulled it toward himself. A needy groan followed his fingers, her nipples straining toward him at the end of their leash. He gave a few short tugs, and she arched toward him.
“Would you like a nice spanking to warm you up before we start?” Snape whispered in her ear.
Before we start? What the hell are we doing now? “Yes, please, sir.”
“I’ll start you out then hand you off to Draco while I go get things ready.”
Get things ready? Oh God! “Yes, sir.”
“Get over my knee," he said, sitting at the other end of the settee.
Hermione looked at them both and realized her head was going to wind up in Malfoy’s lap. She didn’t say anything, she just got over his knee and tried not to jostle her clamps the wrong way.
“Put your face on Draco’s leg. I want him to be able to watch you.”
Her cheek pressed to Draco’s thigh. His trousers were soft. They felt expensive. Snape slapped her rear, and she jumped. It stung but not enough to make her cry.
Draco smoothed back her hair from her face. Snape was hitting her fairly hard, and the sharp slaps echoed through the room. If he had to go by her expression, she didn’t mind the pain. Her breath caught with every hit, but she didn’t struggle or pull away. Her heavy breathing was so close to his cock he thought he might go mad.
Snape struck her slowly, his hand firm. He wanted her relaxed and needy for what was to come. When her cheeks were warm and red, he stopped and rubbed her bum. “That’s good. Get up and ask Draco to take over. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”
Hermione backed off his lap and took two tiny steps toward Draco. “Will you please spank me, sir?”
He beckoned her forward with two fingers. “Only if you look at me and tell me you need it first.”
Snape smirked and left them to it. Draco was an observant boy; he’d already figured out what she wanted most. She’d be sloppy wet by the time he got back.
Hermione bit her lips and met his eyes. He was smiling (but not laughing at her). Her voice quaked when she spoke, “I need it, sir.”
He smiled. "Need what?”
She let out a breath. “I need to be over your knee, sir. I need you to spank me.”
His grin grew. “That was good.” He nodded. “All right.” Draco moved over so she’d have room to rest her upper body on the seat. “Show me how wet you are.”
She smiled and rushed to get over his lap. "Yes, sir."
When she had her arse in the air, Draco almost groaned; and when she spread her legs to show him the state of her pussy, he did. Loudly. “Bloody hell, Granger. You’re killing me.”
He slapped her cheek, and she hummed into the seat. It didn’t hurt at all.
“Harder,” Snape said from the bathroom.
Draco slapped her other cheek with a little more force. She arched her back, offering up her bum for more.
Snape came to the door. “Harder. She wants it to sting.”
Draco smirked. “Is that true, Granger?”
“Yes, sir.”
“All right then.” He smacked her bouncy flesh. She jerked a little, but turned her arse right back up for more.
Snape nodded from the doorway and left again.
Malfoy was mesmerized by her. Her bum was so jiggly, which was distracting enough on its own; but then there was the red heat radiating off of her and the smell of her pussy . . . my God. His dick was like iron from that smell alone. Then he saw the white gob of cream peeking out of her petals, and his pelvis twitched up into her grinding hip.
“Fuck! Stop, Hermione. I don’t want to come like this. Stop!” He held her body away from his and took a deep breath.
“Go get on your hands and knees on the table, pet,” Snape rumbled from the other room.
Draco sighed with relief as she climbed off of him and did as Snape asked. Slipping his hand down, he adjusted himself so he wasn’t being castrated.
Severus came back in with a large deep bowl of water and set it on the end table by the arm chair. “Have you told Draco what’s going to happen tonight?”
Hermione was suddenly very hot. Too hot. Feverish. “No, sir, not everything.”
“I think you'd better tell him now.”
She took in a deep breath, afraid to talk for fear her stomach would succeed in its dramatic escape attempt out her mouth. Just say it. They’re just words. Just say it. They’re just words. “I’m going to get cleaned out, sir,” she whispered, and immediately nervous tears sprang to her eyes.
“How?” Snape prodded.
Hermione knew they could hear her tears; her voice was trembling. “With an enema, sir.”
Severus smoothed his hand over her bum, pleased that she hadn’t backed down. “Good girl. Does having your bottom cleaned out make your pussy wet?”
She squeezed her eyes shut to stop the flow of tears. “Yes, sir.”
“Does it make you wetter than anything else?”
“Yes, sir.” She sniffled, wanting to wipe her eyes.
He brushed over her anus with one finger. “You’re being very obedient, pet. Ask Draco if he’ll watch you take it. Look at him when you ask—and be specific.”
Hermione turned her head and darted her eyes from Draco’s face to the ground and back. “Will you watch me take my enema, sir?”
Draco could only nod. He understood why she’d been too embarrassed to tell him about this. He couldn’t blame her.
“Thank you, sir,” she whispered and turned her eyes back to the safety of the table. Severus was still rubbing her bum, which made her a little calmer. She wiped her eyes with one hand, hoping she was allowed.
Snape crouched behind her and spread the lube over her hole. He knew it was probably harder for her to've said that than it would be for her to take it. “I’m proud of you, pet. You’re being very brave. Are you ready to start?”
She nodded. “Yes, sir.”
“Do you want me to take off your clamps first?”
“No, sir.”
He smiled and slipped one finger inside, smearing the lube around her soft walls. She squirmed and made a sound low in her throat. Another finger slipped in next to the first. That earned him a soft moan.
Draco couldn’t blink. He wanted to tell her not to cry, that he wasn’t laughing at her. Far from it. His cock was throbbing. He got up and walked slowly around her table as Snape pressed a large stemmed bulb to her hole. Watching over Snape’s shoulder, he saw her shivering as the tip slipped up her bum. His cock twitched as the nozzle disappeared inside her. Draco went back to the other end of the table and knelt so he was level with her face. He lifted her hair off one shoulder and pushed it all to the other side so he could see her. Leaning close, he put his lips next to her ear. “I have to admit, Granger, I did not see this coming. I can understand why you didn’t want to tell me. This is . . . pretty fucking dirty. Oh, don’t get me wrong, I’m enjoying it. You look good with your bum stuffed.”
Hermione gave the tabletop a watery smile. “Thank you, sir.”
Draco smirked. “You’re much more agreeable with that collar on.” He tipped up her face. “You want a tissue?”
“Yes, sir.”
Draco motioned to Snape. “Am I allowed to clean up her face?”
Severus nodded toward the bathroom. “Top drawer.”
Draco was back in a few seconds, kneeling back down and handing her the tissue. She wiped her eyes and blew her nose then handed it back.
“Very sexy, Granger.”
She smiled at him. “Thank you, sir.”
“You’re not going to cry anymore, are you?”
“I don’t think so, sir.”
“Good. Well, I’ll see you in a bit. I’m going to go watch your arse for a while.”
Hermione grinned as he walked back behind her. Snape kept tickling her clit as the water dribbled up her bum. She was going to come if he kept at it.
Severus pulled the nozzle from her hole and glanced at Draco. “Touch her. See how much she likes it.”
Draco bit his tongue to keep his face straight as he leaned down and parted her labia with two fingers. He was interested to see if that glob of cream was still pooled at her opening. Sweet Circe. The cream had spread, coating every nook and cranny of her folds. “Bloody hell, Granger. You really do like this. It looks like someone put icing on your pussy.”
Draco slipped two fingers inside her and groaned. The icing had melted to warm goo. When his fingers came out, they were shining with her frosted excitement. Snape had already refilled the bulb and was twisting it into her backside.
Draco nudged him and murmured, “Mind if I feed this to her?”
Snape smirked and nodded for him to go ahead, so Draco went back to her head and knelt down. “Look at me, Granger.” He held out his wet fingers to her lips. “I brought you a treat. Do you want it?”
She could smell her pussy on his hand. “Yes, sir.”
Her mouth opened, and her warm tongue lapped the juice from his fingers just before her lips closed around them. Draco approved her cleaning routine, grunting as her tongue swirled around each finger.
He leaned in close to her again. “Is that how you want me to eat your arse later?”
Severus smirked as her pussy twitched hard. It was time to stop teasing her and make her come. Whatever Draco was saying to her was making his job a lot easier. He squeezed the rest of the water into her and then refilled the bulb. One finger gave her clit a steady tickle as he pushed the nozzle back up her bum and slowly squeezed in the water.
Draco grinned as her eyes closed and her mouth opened. She was gorgeous. “Are you close already, Granger?”
She couldn’t open her eyes. “Yes, sir.”
Snape motioned from behind her. “Tug on her chain again, Draco.”
Malfoy caught the chain dangling between her breasts and pulled it toward his crotch. She moaned and rocked between the two of them. Her nipples were distended, and he wondered how long it would take them to snap back to normal when she took off the clamps.
“One more, pet,” Snape murmured behind her. “Are you going to come for us?”
“Yes, sir.”
Severus smiled and squeezed the bulb. He wanted to make it last. She was right on the edge, and he knew she was about to fall. She wouldn’t be able to help herself with him playing her clit and Draco pulling on her tits.
Hermione was about to die. Her body was being torn in two different directions, and she was going to either split in two or explode. When she peeked out from underneath her lashes, Draco was watching her—his eyes narrowed, a small smirk at the corner of his lips. She wished she could see Severus, but (hell yes) she could feel him. He was doing that thing to her clit where he touched her just enough to drive her crazy but lightly enough that her body kept straining toward the pleasure. Her climax was just over the next hill.
“You'd better not lose any of this water when you come,” Severus warned her. “I want you to hold it for at least fifteen minutes.”
Her body started shaking. The pull at her nipples became its own steady beat, and she felt the tide start to roll through her. Her eyes closed, a pained moan sounding behind her sealed lips. Severus still had the stem in her, and the last of the water drained into her rectum as she came.
Draco watched her muscles go rigid. He gave the chain a steady pull and smiled as her body trembled. There was a low keening coming from her chest; his cock hummed in harmony. The keening morphed into a cry, and her hips gave several spastic twitches. God, I’d love to come all over her face right now.
Severus waited for her to calm down. His previous plans went out the window now that she was right there in front of him, moaning and shaking and doing so well with her collar. She’d only made that half-slip the first time she addressed Draco; since then she’d been perfect.
Once she stopped shaking, he pulled the enema bulb away and gave her a pat on her upturned bottom. “Would you like your plug?”
“Yes, sir.” Better safe than sorry.
Snape stood (regretting that he hadn’t thought to sit on a stool—his knee and back were killing him) and took the bowl and bulb back to the bathroom. “Take those clamps off her, Draco. Don’t pull, unclamp them. Be nice.”
Draco tickled his fingers under the soft underside her breast first then carefully unclipped each side. “How do your tits feel, Granger?”
Hermione shrugged a little. “Like they’re electrified, sir.”
He smiled. “Really? Painful?”
“No, sir. Not painful. Just . . . very noticeable, sir.”
He laughed. "How’s your bum feel?”
Hermione ducked her head and mumbled, “Full, sir.”
“Draco,” Snape called from the door. “Come here.”
Draco left Hermione panting on the coffee table and went to the door. “Yeah?”
“What’s your refractory time like?”
“My what?”
Hermione giggled into the table.
Snape rolled his eyes. “How long does it take you to get hard again after orgasm?”
Malfoy shrugged. “Depends on the circumstances.”
Snape raised an eyebrow. I’m guessing ten minutes in these particular circumstances. “How do you feel about being nude in front of another man?”
“I’m not into wizards.”
Snape pinched the bridge of his nose. “Go sit on the foot of the bed.” Maybe I’ll have better luck if Hermione explains it to him.
Severus knelt down at her head and made her look at him. “I want to fuck you while you’re holding that water.”
Her eyes got about three shades darker.
He smirked at the obvious arousal rolling through her gaze. “Would you like that?”
“Yes, sir.”
“I’d like you to suck Draco’s cock while I do it.”
The muscles in her throat visibly worked as she swallowed. “Yes, sir.”
“You’ll have to get his trousers off; he’s too dense to take a hint.”
Hermione nodded and glanced at Draco. “Yes, sir.”
He helped her up, and she shuffled to the bed, rubbing her belly as she went.
“Tell him what you want to do,” Snape said when she was standing in front of Malfoy.
Hermione took a deep breath. “I’d like to suck your cock, if I may, sir.”
Draco’s eyebrows lifted in surprise. “Who the fuck would say no to that?”
Hermione bit back a smile. “May I take off your trousers, sir?”
Malfoy glanced at Snape, shocked he was behind her request. “Take off anything you like.”
“Move back a little. She needs the room,” Snape muttered.
Draco slid back and watched her take off his shoes and socks. Her hands glided up his thighs, grazing the bulge at the top before pulling open his belt. He fell back on his elbows as she unzipped his trousers, letting out a grateful sigh as his dick sprang free. He lifted his hips for her, and she pulled everything down, carefully extracting his cock from his shorts. Snape was already taking off his belt, and Draco sincerely hoped it was her he planned on fucking. Her hands came back and started to unbutton his shirt from the bottom up. He started at the top and met her halfway, tossing it off to the side to get it out of her way once it was undone.
She bent over the edge of the bed and pulled his hips until his cock was right under her face. Malfoy stayed up on his elbows so he could watch. This is going into the wank bank savings account. Her breath touched him just before her lips. His cock strained toward her, and she kissed the back of his swollen head. Her tongue came out and swished back and forth along the underside. Bloody hell. When she kissed his balls, he grunted.
Severus let her get started then pressed his cock to her juicy snatch. She let out a long stuttering whimper as she slid in. It was hot as a lit cauldron inside her slick passage; he was going to have third-degree burns on his shaft.
Hermione felt like a swollen balloon being impaled by a javelin. No more could possibly fit inside her. She couldn’t believe the water wasn’t shooting out of her like an oil derrick every time he thrust forward.
It was hard to focus on Draco’s cock with that kind of distraction, but she did her best to make it good for him. When she sucked one of his balls into her mouth, she heard a whispered “fuck” that made her smile. With one hand cupping his sac, she went back to his leaking knob. The taste of his pre-cum was salty on her tongue. She licked him clean, swirling around his shiny helmet and flicking at the smooth bit of skin on his frenulum. His belly rose and fell in a sharp staccato when she finally wrapped her lips around him.
Draco groaned out another “fuck.” Her fingers prodded his perineum while she pumped his cock. She was getting dangerously close to his arse, and he knew if she got there, he was done for. “I’m getting too close. Slow down.”
“Don’t come in her mouth,” Snape growled.
“Dammit."
“Don’t come on her at all,” Snape added.
Hermione dug her fingers into Draco’s hip as Snape started fucking her harder.
“Fine,” Draco ground out. “I’ll warn you, Granger.”
She nodded around his head and gripped the base with one hand, pumping against the slide of her mouth. I hope I don’t bite him when I come. Snape’s hand curved around to her clit, and she was suddenly propelled toward another climax, a rushing freight train of power in her pussy. Oh gods!
Severus felt her muscles jump around him. He wasn’t there yet, but he was willing to push her over the edge.
“Dammit, Granger, stop. I’m going to come,” Draco said through clenched teeth. He took his cock from her and stroked twice, shooting come all over his stomach. Her breath panted hard over his balls, and she kissed his bollocks as they pumped out all they had.
Hermione tried to breathe as Severus moved inside her. She was going to roll through the next orgasm any minute. All the pressure inside her would surely push out his cock. His fingers ticked over her clit, beckoning her closer to release.
“Come for me, pet. Your pussy can’t get any wetter.”
The rumbling of his voice tugged her clit past its limit. She came hard and fast, her vision going dark and unfocused. Hermione hoped she was wasn’t hurting Malfoy. She couldn’t get her nails out of him as she shouted into his right hip.
Severus grunted as her pussy clasped around his length. His belly clenched, going hard as a rock to keep himself under control. It didn’t do much good. It felt as if she were trying to rip his balls out through his cock. The twisting pressure coiled into a knot then shot out like a striking snake. The release was blinding. White light sparked at the edge of his vision.
Hermione smiled as Severus jerked spastically against her bum. She could feel the soft warmth of his seed spreading inside her. It was just a touch, a tickle, but it made her shiver. He gently slipped out and smoothed his hand over her rump.
“Do you want to let that water out?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Go ahead,” Snape said, patting her bum.
Hermione pushed off of Draco’s lap and dashed to the loo. She double-checked that the door was shut so they wouldn’t hear anything.
Severus leaned against the back of the settee, trying to catch his breath. Draco was collapsed flat on his back, one arm thrown over his face.
“Are you really going to eat her arse?” Severus asked.
Draco threw his arm off his face and leaned up on one elbow. “I told her I would.”
“Have you ever done it before?”
“No. You?” he countered with a knowing smirk.
Snape shook his head in amusement as he tucked in his shirt. “I’ve tasted every inch of her.”
Draco grinned. “Any tips?”
Severus gave him a considering look. “Keep track of what gets the biggest reaction from her then use it to your advantage. Make her want it.”
“She already wants it.”
“Yes, but she wants you to want it too. She won’t enjoy it if you don’t.”
“So I should act like I like it?”
“I didn’t say act. How do you know won’t like it?”
Draco hadn’t considered that. “Do you like it?”
Snape wanted to keep some mystery in his life. “It’s like eating pussy. Although considerably less wet.”
Draco knew he was avoiding the answer. “Am I allowed to eat her pussy too?”
Snape rolled neck with an audible crack. “I suppose.”
“Can I do whatever I please?”
“No fingering her bum.”
Draco’s brow furrowed. “But she likes it.”
“You’re lucky I’m allowing you the privilege of licking her. Nothing but your tongue touches that hole, understand? It’s mine.”
Draco knew when to back off. “Understood. Do you think she’ll come?”
Severus shook his head. “I doubt it. But she’ll probably get very close. I intend to bugger her when you’re finished.”
“You want me to leave when I’m through?”
“No, she’s going to make you come again. I’ll let her work her magic on you.”
Draco snickered. “She already did. Did you teach her that swirly thing with her tongue?”
Snape smirked. “No, I believe she gathered that from her reading.”
“You should encourage her to go to the library more often.”
There was a slight nod from Snape. “I doubt that’s possible.”
“I think Pince has adopted her.”
Snape bit his tongue and glanced over his shoulder as the toilet flushed. “She’ll be out in a minute. Stack up some pillows in the middle of the bed. I’ll get her to lie over them. It’s the easiest position to start with. Unless you want her to sit on your face?” he suggested with a small smirk.
Draco rolled over and started stacking pillows. “I’ll leave the bravery to the Gryffindors.”
A dark grin crossed Snape’s face. Coward. Hermione crept out of the bathroom, her eyes firmly on the floor. Severus crossed to her and made her look at him. “How are you feeling?”
“Um . . . fine, sir.”
He trailed a finger down her chest. “Did you wipe away all your pussy juice?”
She blushed. “I left what I could.”
“Good. How do your nipples feel?” He circled one with his finger. “Still sensitive?”
“Yes, sir.”
He took her by the hand and led her to the table. “Stand on the table where I can see you.”
Severus helped her up. The extra height made her chest much easier to see. He bent down, stopping just a breath away from her nipple. His tongue crept out, not touching her. It only took her a few seconds to arch into him.
Hermione groaned as his tongue soothed her over-sensitized tips. She was already getting wet again. Peeking over his shoulder, she saw Draco still sitting on the bed, watching their interaction with feigned nonchalance. He saw her looking at him and licked his lips in a way that made her squirm. Snape’s hands slid down and kneaded her sore cheeks. She had to wrap her arm around his shoulder to stay standing. His lips were sucking away her sanity, bringing even more blood into her nipples. They had turned the color of overripe strawberries.
“Draco wants to lick your pussy before he eats your arse. Would you like that?” he muttered to her chest.
“Yes, sir.”
“You'd better go ask him nicely then." He slipped an arm around her waist so he could set her on the ground. “Make sure to tell him how clean you are.”
Hermione blushed and edged over to where Malfoy was sitting on the bed. The closer she got, the less she could look at him. She had no problem looking at his cock, which was getting hard again. In fact anything below his chin seemed safer than his observant eye. “Would you like to lick me now, sir? I’m very clean.”
Draco snickered. “Very clean, huh? That’s always preferable. Snape says I can lick your pussy first. Is that what you want?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Look at me when you answer.”
She bit at the inside of her cheek and forced herself to look up. “Yes, sir.”
“Did you get all that water out?”
A furious blush lit her cheeks. “Yes, sir.”
He grinned and patted the bed next to him. “Trade places with me. On your back first. I like to see what I’m eating.”
She smiled. "Yes, sir."
When she was on her back with her knees pulled up, legs spread, Malfoy gave her a wicked grin and leaned his face right over her parted pussy lips. “Ask me nicely first.”
She shivered at the feel of his breath on her damp slit. “Please lick my pussy, sir.”
He studied her leaking hole. “I don’t think I’m brave enough to eat Snape’s come out of you.” He glanced over his shoulder. “You want to get this? My wand’s in my robes.”
Snape nodded and stood at her right foot, touching his wand tip to her pussy. There was no way to vanish his seed without also evaporating most of her natural lubrication. The shine disappeared from her folds.
“You’ll have to start from scratch,” he said, moving around to the side of the bed.
Draco smirked up at her and ran his tongue along her parted lips. She sighed happily and dropped her head back.
His tongue was wonderfully soft, and he lapped her folds slowly and methodically. It was strangely relaxing. When Severus licked her, she got hot and bothered. When Draco licked her, she got dazed and groggy. It was like a Tranquility Draught that absorbed through her pussy. (Which was nice, like lounging on the beach.) She stroked his hair, sighing softly whenever he circled her clit. He needed to spend more time there.
“Tell me how to make you moan, Granger,” he whispered from between her thighs.
She picked up her head, looking down at him. Snape was leaning against the back of the settee, watching them; he appeared vaguely amused. Hermione was wary of telling Malfoy what she wanted. He would automatically know that what he was doing wasn’t getting her there. “Honestly, sir?”
He chuckled softly. “Yes, honestly.”
“Um . . .” She glanced at Snape. "Well, sir, I like it when you stay on my clit more.”
He ran a fingertip over the swollen button. “How hard?”
“Pretty light, back and forth.”
Abandoning her pussy, he brought his wet finger to her lips. “Show me.”
She kept her tongue flat and soft and brushed his fingertip as if it was her clit.
“That’s it?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Whatever you want, Granger.”
He slid back down to her sex and held her lips apart, his tongue copying her movements. Within twenty seconds, she was breathing harder and giving him small whimpers of encouragement.
Draco was relieved and excited by the response he got. Her silence when he’d started wasn’t doing anything for his ego. The whimpering turned to moans the more he stayed with a set rhythm. He’d be a human metronome if that’s what it took to make her sound like that.
Snape had mixed feelings about Malfoy’s sudden improvement. He liked watching her writhe and groan, but he didn’t like that another man was the cause of it. “Don’t let her come,” he commented. “I want her to wait.”
“Wait for what?” Draco groused over his shoulder.
“If she comes when you’re eating her arse, that’s fine.”
Draco nodded once at Hermione. “Pull those pillows closer. Let’s see what we can do.”
The forceful determination in his voice made her insides dance with excitement. She pulled the pile of pillows closer and got over them as fast as she could. He gave her bum one quick slap and palmed her cheeks apart. The stretching of her crack made the leak in her pussy reappear.
Draco didn’t know where to begin. To buy some time, he kissed both her spread cheeks, slowly working closer to the puckered hole in the center. He realized he was seeing a part of her that only one other person had ever seen. Not even Potter or Weasley had this knowledge. It gave him an odd sense of privilege. Only two people in the world could say that they knew exactly what Hermione Granger’s arsehole looked like. Tiny downy hairs framed the dusky pink opening, the tail end of her thatch of pubic hair. It was kind of cute now that he saw it up close. And it definitely didn’t smell like arse, which was a massive relief. Mostly he smelled the musky, sweet scent of her pussy.
With skeptical bravery, he gave one test lick over the hole. She was right. It just tastes like skin. Well, pussy-adjacent skin. He tried another lick, and she bucked against the pillow. There was that dark flavor that all creviced skin had, but he tasted something else too; he couldn’t quite put his finger on it. His licking got more adventurous. Sweet. And sharp. Kind of like sweat but not salty. Where have I tasted that before? He drew little circles around the circumference then flicked back and forth over the center. Honey! Oh my God. Dark, tangy sweet. That weird honey Mother used to buy when I was little.
Hermione was in heaven. Whatever skills he lacked in pussy-eating, he more than made up for round back. Maybe I just like anything touching my arse. He was getting better and better at it the longer he was down there.
Severus walked to the side of the bed to watch her face. “Look at me, pet.”
Hermione turned her head toward his voice and smiled.
“Are you enjoying yourself?”
Draco pressed his tongue a little ways up her bum.
“Ah! Um . . . yes, sir.”
“I never get to watch your face in this situation.”
She smiled and stretched out her hand to him.
Severus smirked and leaned over the side of the bed, slipping his fingers along her inner arm as he bent close to her face. “Once Draco’s done warming up your arse, I’m going to fuck it nice and slow.”
She groaned, and Draco felt her legs twitch against his sides.
Snape tickled her wrist. “He’s going to be ready to come again soon. I want you to impress him.”
“Yes, sir,” she whispered.
“Make it spectacular. I want him to know what he’s missing.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Don’t swallow. I can’t stand the thought of his fluids in your mouth.”
She smiled. “Yes, sir.”
“Are you going to come?”
She made a desperate face. “I’m so close, sir. But I don’t think I can without some . . . additional stimulation.”
The corner of his mouth twitched. “I could tell him how to make you wet the bed.”
Hermione bit her lip and squeezed her eyes shut, hoping he would chose to do that.
Draco started to fuck her tiny hole with his tongue. It wasn’t nearly as scary as he’d imagined. It was just like sticking his tongue up her pussy except tighter. Snape’s right, it’s definitely less wet.
Snape propped his head up on one hand. “Do you want to make her come, Draco?”
Pulling his face away, Draco raised one eyebrow at him. “That seems the polite thing to do.”
Snape smirked. “Two fingers in her pussy. Palm toward the bed. Feel along that front wall for a swollen raised area about the size of a sickle.”
Draco followed his directions; as soon as he felt the bumpy change inside her, she moaned and started working her hips against the pillow.
“That’s it. Now curl your fingers back and forth over it.”
He did. The way she moaned and wiggled was wonderful.
“Don’t be gentle. Keep doing that while you eat her. She’ll come in a few minutes.”
Using his free hand to hold her cheeks apart, Draco reintroduced himself to her bum. Her foot kicked the bed next to his hip, and he wondered if he was in bodily danger. Her moaning got louder and more desperate. She was humping the pillow so hard he had to focus on keeping his fingers on the right spot. Her hips were doing most of the work for him; he just tried to keep his tongue on target.
Snape was right again. Just when he thought he was going to have to come up for air, she started to shake; then she let out a moan that would have made Myrtle jealous. His hand was suddenly wet, and he wished that he could watch (stopping anything in the midst of her orgasm didn’t seem like a great idea though). When she stopped twitching against his face and hand, he looked down to see his fingers shining with her liquids as he removed them from her twitchy sex.
“What do you say, pet?” Snape murmured.
“Thank you, sir,” she panted.
“That was brilliant, Granger. Has Snape ever told you your arse tastes like honey?”
She let out a tired laugh. “No, sir.”
“Honey,” Severus repeated as if it was the word he’d been searching for.
Hermione felt Snape’s fingers at her throat and then the snakes were releasing her collar. Her brow knitted in exhausted confusion. “Why are you taking it off?”
“Because I’m want you to say whatever comes to your mind while I’m buggering you.”
She smiled. "You could have just ordered me to."
“No. I want you to say my name. You did very well tonight. I don’t want to start any bad habits while you’re wearing it.”
“Yes, sir.”
He smirked. “Turn around and put your arse in the air for me. Lay at the foot of the bed so she can reach you, Draco.”
Hermione pushed off the pillows and turned around, lifting her bum high in the air. Snape was already unzipping his trousers, and she stopped to watch him for a second.
Severus gave her a small grin. “Go on. Get started. Remember what I told you.”
She nodded. “Yes, sir.”
Draco was lying perpendicular to her, his hard cock in her face. She kissed the head once then wrapped her fingers around the base. “Tell me before you come."
He nodded and leaned down, pushing all of her hair to the other shoulder so he could see what she was doing. “No more ‘sir’?”
“Nope. I can say what I please." She grinned. "Like . . . I’m going to make you come so hard you won’t see straight.”
He laughed. “That sounds nice.”
“Bend your leg for me." She pressed his far leg, and he did as she requested. Pulling the leg closest to her, she opened his thighs and ran her finger over the crack of his arse. His length gave a lonely twitch as she focused on the underside of his balls. Her sucking and licking got some truly stellar results. The tip of his cock was steadily leaking by the time she got bored with his bollocks. Her finger found his perineum as she touched her mouth to the base of his cock.
Draco muttered a sting of curses when she finally moved to his dick. His organ was twitching so hard every time she licked it it looked as if it was trying to slap her cheek. She was taking her sweet time, and he wanted to scream at her to just put it in her mouth already. Instead, all he got was a finger grazing his arse that almost made him levitate off the bed.
Hermione smiled at his dramatic response and went to his leaking knob. Poor Draco. All lubed up and no place to go. She gave him a wicked smile before lightly licking the bulging tip clean.
The soft way she laved him would have been maddening in any circumstance, but combined with the slow circle of her fingertip on his anus, it drove him to the brink of madness. “God dammit, Granger!”
She smirked and pulled her face away from his dick. “Something wrong?”
“Stop your damn teasing and do something.”
Hermione shrugged. “Okay.”
Abandoning his arse, she pressed his bent knee back toward his chest then stuck her middle finger in her mouth, coating it with slick spit. When she went back to his tight entrance, she watched his face as she slowly impaled him. No trace of contempt was left in his sharp features. It looked as if he were having a religious experience. His cock was hard and red, bouncing up to meet her chin every few seconds. When her finger was in all the way, she wiggled it around a little, letting him get used to the stretch. She bumped the hard swell of his prostate, and he let out a breathy grunt.
Hermione brushed her cheek along the underside of his cock. “Like that?”
“Yes,” he said through gritted teeth.
“I can tell,” she said, licking away the fresh pre-cum collecting at the tip.
Severus’s fingers began probing her arse, and she moaned into Malfoy’s dick. The cold feel of lube made her pussy jump as he carefully stretched her bum with his fingers. Having Malfoy witness her reaming was exciting her more than she ever imagined.
Draco was getting a cramp in his arm from squeezing his fist so hard. He was going to start thrusting into her mouth if she didn’t move soon. The way she kept moaning around him made him mental. Her tongue started to swipe back and forth, curling around and flicking when it could. He let out a pained sigh and closed his eyes. His bum was burning, but she kept hitting that spot inside that made his legs go numb.
When three of Snape’s fingers succeeded in twisting inside her, he pulled them out and pushed his boxers below his balls so he could lube his cock. Draco looked as if he were either happily dying or slowly going insane, and Snape wondered what she was doing to him. Draco’s predicament was torn from his mind as soon as he started to sink inside her. Her quivering muscles surrounded him like a furious fist. He reached around her hip, brushing over her clit as he eased inside. Her whimpered moans told him all he needed to know: she was loving it as much as he was.
As soon as she started to bob her head over his cock, Draco knew he was done for. Even if she stopped sucking, he’d come from her finger alone. Just then, she pulled her lips away and squeezed his head, holding his orgasm at bay. The most unmanly sound erupted from his lips, but he didn’t care. He was being held prisoner by a succubus.
“Don’t do that again,” Draco growled.
“Do you want to come?” she asked innocently.
“Of course I want to come, you evil little tease!”
“Watch it,” Snape mumbled.
“Then tell her to let me come,” Draco shot back.
“She won’t leave you wanting.”
“I’m more worried about my balls ever returning to normal.”
Snape smirked.
“Tell me what you like best,” Hermione said, ignoring their conversation.
Draco groaned. “Damn you, Granger. You know what I like best.”
“If you say it out loud, I’ll let you come.” She didn’t specify when.
Throwing one arm over his eyes, Malfoy let out a frustrated growl. “Your fucking finger, all right! Now stop breathing on me like that and make me come.”
Hermione held back a laugh. She wasn’t breathing on him to tease him, she just needed oxygen. Snape went deep and her giggle turned to a groan.
“Stop teasing him, pet.”
“Yes, sir,” she muttered and took Draco’s cock back in her mouth.
Severus held her steady with one hand on her lower back as he gently buggered her. It didn’t take much force for either of them in that instance. Her tight bum gripped him like a fighter, and she was stuffed to the limit. He managed to relax, his brain going blank as he pumped inside her. He wanted to stay there all night, wallowing in her tight heat.
Malfoy was ready to blow. His cock was bursting at the seams. “I’m going to come, Granger."
Hermione pulled her lips away, and he grabbed his throbbing head. He barely touched it before the come exploded from his balls. It felt as if it would never stop. Her finger kept up its steady assault, bumping his prostate like a naughty nudge. “Fuck!”
Hermione watched him shoot cream all over his stomach. She kissed his pulsing balls as he came (the Arse Master will not be dethroned). When the well ran dry, he lay there panting like a dog, his eyes closed to the world. She watched him rest, triumphant in her abilities. His thigh made a nice pillow while Snape rode her from behind.
Severus wanted to make sure she came next (preferably as loudly as possible). She may think her digital prowess was the cream of the crop, but he had his own talents to showcase. His finger gently swirled over her slick clit, finding the spot that made her moan and shake. Patience was key. Where Draco had forced her climax, he would coax it to surrender. There was a large, wet bullseye on his balls where her pussy continuously marked its target; if he played her just right, his balls would be dripping in a few minutes.
Draco winced as Hermione dug her nails into his side. Thankfully, her finger had fallen free of his tender hole, so she wasn’t clawing at his rectum. He forced his eyes open, watching as she rolled her forehead against his leg. He covered her hand with his and pried her nails out of his appendix.
Snape motioned at him from behind her back. Pinch her nipples.
Draco slid one hand under her bouncing breast and found the pointy nub of flesh. When he pinched it, she let out a strangled whimper and opened her eyes.
Between Severus’s cock impaling her pancreas, his persistent finger on her clit, and Draco’s unhurried nipple torture, Hermione began to feel dizzy. “I think . . . I’m gonna . . . pass out again.”
“Breathe through your nose, love,” Snape murmured, tickling her lower back with his free hand. “You’re hyperventilating.”
She snapped her jaw closed. Snape's finger lifted from her clit and reapplied itself almost at her pussy. He was feeling for the spot she liked in the blank space near her urethra. She wished she had a name for it. Mid-pussy. Center spot. Outer g-spot. Whatever it was, he found it. In less than a minute she could feel the tightening in her lower abdomen. A happy portent. “I’m so close, sir. Please don’t stop.”
He had no intention of stopping. “Get me wet, pet. I can feel how ready you are.”
“Please . . . harder.”
He bounced his hips lightly against her bum a couple times then said, “Are you addressing me or Malfoy?”
“You!”
“Ah. Then I think by now you know what I want to hear.”
Hermione squeezed Draco’s thigh for leverage and tried to rock back against Snape. “Please, sir, I need to come!”
“Say my name.”
“Severus! Please!”
He grinned. “Tell Draco how much you like having my cock up your arse.”
“Oh God." She buried her face in Draco’s boney hip so he couldn’t see her. “I love it. I love your cock, Severus. Please fuck me harder.”
Snape went back to the faster pace and pressed his finger firmly between her inner lips. The tissue was so swollen it was like rubbing over a tendon; she was throbbing under his fingertip. “Come for me, pet. Tell Draco who owns your arse.”
The pressure twisted to a knot inside her. It snapped free, and she felt the liquid squirt past his finger as she convulsed. “Severussssss!”
Draco studied her profile as she came; her mouth hung open as she dug her forehead into his leg. He was going to have finger bruises in the morning where she was clinging to him. Worth it.
Severus let her clenching muscles pull him over. He’d been holding back, and the relief of letting go rolled through him like a wave. Her tiny hole constricted around him like a boa, tearing out his orgasm with an almost violent milking. He couldn’t breathe as her body contracted.
Hermione gradually let her body relax as she came down. Every muscle was exhausted. Snape’s shudders had died to stillness. Emptiness swaddled her brain. Her fingers unclenched, and she clumsily petted the marks she’d left on Draco.
Snape wrapped an arm around her waist, trying to be gentle as he pulled out. “Sorry, love. I need to lie down.”
He fell to his side, dragging her back with him. She could feel the hard thump of his heart as he caught his breath.
Draco turned and looked her up and down, noting the way Snape’s hand rested automatically on her breast as though he was used to sleeping that way. Lucky bastard. “This has been fun, Granger. But I think I'd better get back.”
Hermione reached out and touched his pale shoulder. “Have I scarred you for life?”
Draco laughed. “Do you mean physically or mentally?”
“Either.”
“On the contrary, you may have started a whole new obsession.”
Hermione gave him a sleepy grin. “What?”
“Finding a witch who’s not afraid to finger my arse. Although I’ll have to stipulate that she swallows.” He rolled over and slipped off the edge of the bed, digging around in his clothes for his wand. “I’m sick of coming on myself.”
Hermione watched the drying spunk vanish from his stomach with the wave of his wand. “Sorry about the gouges,” she said, nodding at the red crescents emblazoned on his thigh and side.
Draco pulled on his trousers. “No problem."
Severus lightly pinched her nipple and whispered, “Tell him thank you.”
Hermione smiled. “This was really nice, Draco. Thank you.”
Snape pinched her harder.
“I mean,” she added, snuggling into Severus, “thank you for making me come and . . . you know . . . eating my bum.”
Draco shrugged on his shirt with a smirk. “Any time.”
Severus let her nipple go and grazed his hand down to her wet bush. “Mine,” he whispered.
“See you tomorrow, Granger,” Malfoy said, slipping on his shoes. “I can’t get out of here till you take down the wards, Severus.”
Snape lifted his head and gave the blond a glare that would have made any first-year cry.
Draco smirked. “What? I thought you liked it.”
Snape reached behind his back and dug his wand out from under the pillows without breaking eye contact. “She’s earned it. If I ever have my cock buried in one of your orifices, you may address me likewise.”
Hermione fought desperately not to laugh. Draco looked as if he’d just been propositioned by Umbridge.
“I’ll pass,” Malfoy muttered.
Severus shrugged and flicked his wand toward the door. It opened with a whoosh, and he cut his wand sideways then down, unwarding his office “Let me know if you change your mind,” he said with dark indifference.
Draco pulled on his robes and headed toward the door, giving Snape a wary glance. “Remember what I said, Granger. Anything you need.”
He pulled the door shut between Snape’s room and his office with a soft click.
“What’s he talking about?” Severus rumbled.
Hermione turned around and snuggled into his chest, unbuttoning his shirt the rest of the way. “He’s worried about me. Isn’t that sweet?”
“Draco? Sweet?”
“He told me he’d protect me if you ever hurt me.”
“Does he not understand that’s the point?”
Hermione smiled and kissed his nipple. “He meant if you hurt me in a way I didn’t like.”
“I see. How noble.”
Hermione pinched him lightly. “It was very touching. Have you ever heard Draco offer anyone his help?”
Severus couldn’t argue there. “No. Maybe you just have that effect on Slytherins.”
Her finger trailed down his chest and belly. “What effect?”
“The urge to protect.”
“You have the urge to protect me?”
He shrugged, idly toying with a lock of her hair.
“I can take care of myself."
“I know.”
It didn’t sound as though he doubted her. There was no argument to be had. He revealed so little. If he wanted to take care of her, Hermione was going to let him. He needed it more than she did. “I’m getting cold . . . and sticky.”
Severus smiled into her hair. “We’d better take a shower. I don’t want anything of Draco left on you.”
She rolled her eyes with a smile as he helped her off the bed. “If it disgusts you so much, why did you set all this up?”
He bent down and pushed off her socks. “I like watching you.” Smirking up at her, he teased a finger over her mound. “You were quite the star tonight.”
Hermione’s lips twitched into a blushing grin.
“Let’s get in the shower, love. I’m knackered, and I think we both need some sleep.”
She was bone-tired. He led her to the bathroom and started the shower. While the water got hot, Snape dug under the sink for a minute then set a glass decanter full of green liquid on the counter. “Rinse out your mouth. I know where it’s been, and I’m not kissing you again until it’s Malfoy-free.”
Hermione pulled out the stopper and sniffed. “It smells like mint.”
“It’s mouthwash. What do you think it should smell like? Bananas?”
She didn’t think that sounded bad at all. Tipping back the bottle, she got a mouthful and swished it around while she watched him strip in the mirror.
Snape placed a hand on her back and bent her over the counter. Parting her cheeks, he inspected her bum. His seed was leaking out of her, gumming her skin together. Her little hole was red and swollen from earlier, and she jumped when he touched it. “Are you sore?”
She shook her head no and kept swishing the mouthwash through her teeth.
“Really? You look a little raw.”
Her shoulders shrugged. Maybe a little.
“Spit that out and let’s get in. It’s bloody freezing in here.”
Her tongue was starting to burn. It felt like an arctic breeze was blowing through her mouth when she spit in the sink. “Bloody hell, Severus. That’s like icy fire.” Her eyes were watering.
He smirked and took her to the shower. It was warm and steamy past the glass partition, and Hermione grew even sleepier in the heat. Severus washed her gently, covering her body with bubbles before guiding her under the water and rinsing her clean. He was fascinated by her nipples, which, since the clamps, refused to go soft. They weren’t rock hard, but the more he cleaned them, the more they stood out.
“Severus,” she said with a sleepy grin. “You’re making me wet again.”
He rolled the buds between his fingers. “I need to clean your bum. Face the wall.”
She pulled away, but he didn’t let go, stretching her tits like taffy. His wet fingers couldn't maintain their grip. She turned and pressed her breasts to the cold wall. Slipping his fingers along her crack, he worked some soap into her bum. She spread her legs wider as he stroked a finger over her backdoor. “Nice and clean, pet. Get back under the water.”
She rinsed away what was left of him and slid her hands over his wet chest. “What about my pussy?” she whispered.
He groaned in his head. You’re my insatiable little lioness, aren’t you? “Is it dirty?”
Hermione gave a serious nod. “Very.”
One hand moved between them, down to her damp thicket. “I just rinsed this off a few minutes ago.”
She pushed her hips closer. “It would have stayed clean if you hadn’t been so thorough with my tits.”
“It’s always my fault,” he muttered.
“Yes, it is,” she agreed. “It probably needs to be scrubbed.”
One side of his mouth twitched higher. “With what?”
Her smile broadened as she ran her fingers over his prick. “Whatever tool you think is best for the job.”
Severus pushed her hand away. “If you think I’m getting it up again tonight, you’re sadly mistaken.”
Her teeth sank into her lower lip for a second as she thought. “Cleaning things by hand is always sufficient.”
His finger circled her clit. “I thought you were tired.”
“I am. But now I’m horny as well. If you’re too tired, I could do it myself. Let you watch.”
His head shook a slow no. He wanted to be responsible for any pleasure she encountered. Catching both of her wrists, he lifted her arms above her head and pinned them together against the wall with one hand. Her eyes flared with heat as she jerked away from the cold wall. The red tips of her nipples hardened before his eyes. Placing one fingertip to the center of her chest, Snape pushed her so her bare back touched the icy tile. Her breathing sped to a pant as he ran his fingers over one tight bud. “Cold, pet?”
She couldn’t look away from his laughing eyes. “Yes, sir.”
He pinched the other nipple, and she rolled her hips toward him. “You seem a little anxious. Is something bothering you?” he asked mockingly.
“Please, Severus. Just make me come. Don’t tease.”
He leaned in closer, pressing his body along hers. “But the teasing is what makes you so wet,” he rumbled in her ear.
A strangled growl sounded in her throat.
Going back to her pussy, he lightly grazed her protruding nub as he leaned his weight into her wrists. “Beg me for it, love. You sound so sweet when you’re begging.”
His voice tickled her ear, and her thighs spread wider as the sound traveled to her sex. “Pleeeease, Severus. I need to come again.”
“Mmm. That was nice, but I think you can do better.”
The coil was already winding tighter inside her. “Oh God! Please!” Her head rolled back against the wall, her hair sticking to her face and back in damp ringlets, trapping the steam over her neck. She pressed closer to the wall to stay cool. “Please make me come, sir. Just one more time.”
“Just one more time? Ever or just tonight?”
“Severus,” she whined.
“Yes?”
“Just one more time tonight. A million more times after.”
He grinned. “Show me how wet you can get my hand.”
She nodded, never breaking eye contact.
He leaned lower, putting his lips by her ear as he slipped two fingers into her slick passage. “You were very good tonight, pet. I didn’t have to correct you once. Did you like wearing your collar in front of Draco?”
She could barely whisper as his thumb started to graze her clit in time with his thrusting. “Yes, sir.”
“You liked calling Draco sir, didn’t you?”
“Um . . . sort of.”
Snape breathed out a chuckle across her ear. “Sort of? You were so wet I thought I was going to have to get a towel for you to stand over.”
Hermione blushed brightly, but smiled at the amusement in his voice.
“How long did it take you to get over the initial embarrassment? Two whole minutes?”
Hermione bit her tongue before answering. “It was nerve-wracking.”
“I know it was, love. And you were such a good girl, doing everything I asked, treating Draco respectfully even though you were scared. But I know how much you fancied it. Tell me, what did Draco say that calmed you down so much when you were on the table?”
Hermione could barely think with him hitting that spot inside her. Her brain seemed to function less and less the closer she got to release. “What? I don’t remember.”
His fingers slowed down. “Do you need a minute to think?”
“NO!” she said, grinding her pussy into his hand. “Um . . . he said . . . that he understood why I was so embarrassed but . . . he liked seeing me like that.”
Snape resumed his thrusting. “So once you knew he was turned on by it, it didn’t upset you?”
“I guess,” she groaned, rolling her head against the wall as her climax slipped just out of her grasp.
His thumb got firmer but slower. “Tell me what turned you on the most tonight.”
“Oh God,” she moaned through clenched teeth. The pleasure was building again. “Everything.”
“Everything? I know that’s not true. Your memory seems to suffer when you’re on the edge. Think hard or I’ll have to give you another break.”
“Fuck,” she muttered. “I liked it when you fucked me . . . after I . . . was full of water.”
He grinned. “Was that your favorite thing?”
“And when you buggered me,” she whispered.
That got a laugh. “You always say that. Did you like it when Draco licked your clean little hole?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Did you like sucking his cock?”
She didn’t know if she should say yes or not. It sounded rather insulting in her head. “Not the way I like sucking yours.” That was true.
He couldn’t wipe the smile off his face. “You liked teasing him, didn’t you? Making him come?”
She couldn’t deny that. “Yes, sir.”
“You do like being the best at things, don’t you?” he teased.
She could only groan.
“All right,” he said through a low chuckle. “You’ve waited long enough.” His worked her g-spot like a manic typist, hitting her hard and fast. “I want to see your come all over my hand.”
Hermione thought she was going to slide down the wall—and probably would have if her wrists weren’t trapped in his iron grip
“I loved watching you tonight, love. You were fucking beautiful with your arse up in the air, moaning when I squeezed that water inside you. I wanted to come all over your round little bum.” Her body went stiff, and he felt her pussy twitch. “There you are. Show me how hard you can come. Now.”
Hermione’s stomach spasmed, and the tension in her sex pushed a rush of liquid past her nether lips. The wet sound of his hand in her pussy got insanely loud. She could hear it over the thud of blood rushing through her head. Warmth suffused her body, wrapping her like a blanket. It was a long, sweet release; and she let out a low hum of pleasure as it flowed through her.
Severus’s eyes traveled from her streaming snatch to her blissful face . . . and back. Beautiful. He could never see either sight enough. A sated smile pulled at her mouth, and he kissed her overheated forehead as she sighed.
“Lick me clean,” he purred, placing his fingers at her lips. She licked him as though she were an addict and he had her fix coating his hand. His cock twitched appreciatively. “That’s my girl.”
When his hand had nothing left for her, Hermione dropped her head back against the wall with a tired thunk. He released her wrists, and her palms tingled as she draped her hands on his shoulders. “That was so good. Are you sure you don’t want to come?”
He grinned. “I’m too tired, love. Let’s go to bed.”
Hermione nodded and let him take her back into the bathroom, where he wiped her dry with a soft, fluffy towel. A drying spell assisted, and her hair pooffed into a frizzy bush. She wished she had a hair tie or a clip so she could tie it back somehow. It was tickling her back and would be a tangled mess in the morning. Snape seemed to find it amusing, kissing her with a laughing grin on his lips.
He got her into bed and put out the lights. Hermione rolled into him, resting her head on his chest. She teased her fingers through his chest hair with sigh. It was the first time she'd felt really relaxed in months.
Severus wound a frizzy curl around his finger and stared at the dark canopy above his bed. The fire provided just enough light to make the shadows cut into one another; the velvet flared and danced as if it were alive. Her naked body warmed his side, her breast soft on his chest. He lay there thinking how much things had changed in just a few months. He used to enjoy his privacy. Now his bed felt cold and empty without her. His fingers ran over the silky skin of her back, wondering how she stayed so bloody soft.
“Severus?” Hermione whispered in the dark.
“Hm?”
“I have to leave on Monday.”
“And?”
“How are we going to see each other?”
“Just send me an owl when you’re settled and ready. When are you planning to move into Grimmauld Place?”
“I guess a week or two. I need to pack my things from home. Harry’s going there straight away, and neither Ron or I want him to be there too long without us. He tends to brood when he’s alone.”
“Do your parents know you’re planning on living with two boys alone in an old, empty pureblood townhouse?”
She smiled. “Yes. They’re not worried. They know Harry and Ron are like brothers to me.”
“Are you planning to tell your ‘brothers’ that you’re involved with me before or after you’ve moved in?”
“Before. If they hate me, I need to find a new place to live.”
“You don’t have to tell them.”
“I don’t want to hide you, Severus.”
For some reason that made him happy. He didn’t want to analyze why. Turning up her chin, he kissed her forehead. “Go to sleep, love. You’ve had a long day, and I plan to give you a nice wake up call at dawn.”
Hermione grinned and pulled his face back down, kissing him thoroughly. When she let go, he had an amused grin on his swollen lips. “Night, Severus.”
She rested her cheek on his chest and closed her eyes. Sleep came quickly, giving her weary body and brain the escape they needed. It was the first time in weeks that she’d slept without the aid of potions.
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