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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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26 - If You Don’t Eat Your Meat, How Can You Have Any Pudding?
Hermione and Draco sat with Snape at his small kitchen table. (Draco was sitting on a pillow, which had Hermione giggling for a solid five minutes.) Snape gave them both pot roast and potatoes, and Hermione smirked when Draco looked at it as though he’d been given slop. She stomped on his foot under the table, giving him a “be nice” glare.
“This looks wonderful, Severus. I’m half-starved,” she said when he served her.
Snape poured them some wine, and Draco seemed to be quite pleased with that. “This is actually decent. Where did you get it?”
“It was a gift.”
“I think I’m going to need a whole bottle to get to sleep tonight.”
Hermione ate her dinner. It was early. Maybe Severus would let her make dessert on him later. His hand found hers under the table, and she wove her fingers through his. It was the best pot roast she’d ever had.
When they finished, she offered to clean the dishes. Severus shrugged, leaving her to it while he and Draco went to talk in the other room. Cleaning the dishes without magic took longer, but it gave her food some time to digest. She didn’t want to be sick all over the floor when she got over Draco’s lap. Hermione set the dishes on a towel then decided to go ahead and dry them. She could hear Draco and Severus talking low in the other room. They were too quiet, and she wondered what they were saying. Getting a dry towel, she wiped one plate as she edged closer to the door to see if she could catch anything.
“I think you'd better tell her before you take her,” Draco said.
“It would only worry her. He might not even be there.”
“What, you’re only going to take her once?”
“No, I plan to take her many times, but I want the first time to be as easy as possible. She won’t relax if she’s constantly on alert.”
“So you’re just going to spring it on her?”
“No, I’ll keep lookout and warn her if I see him. I don’t want to worry her needlessly.”
“When are you going?”
“Next week.”
“Does she know that?”
“I’ll tell her tonight.”
“Mind if I tag along?”
There was a pause, and Hermione realized the plate was bone dry.
“You could go anytime.”
“I don’t know anyone. Can’t you introduce me around?”
“I suppose. Are you looking for something in particular?”
“A witch who wants me to spank her.”
“Well, you’ll certainly have your pick.” Snape’s voice called out, “Miss Granger, are you about done in there?”
She tiptoed quickly back to the sink. “Just finishing. Be there in a few minutes.”
“All right.”
She dried the rest of the dishes and stacked them neatly, not knowing where they went. Snape always made the food and did the dishes. “Severus, where do the plates go?”
“I’ll get them later, pet. Come out here.”
Hermione went to the other room and found Severus sitting in the chair. Draco was leaning his upper back against one book case, keeping his bum at a safe distance. “The dishes are clean and dry. But I didn’t know where to put them.”
Snape beckoned her forward, and she went and sat in his lap. He tickled the top of her leg. “Do you mind if Draco goes to Eros with us?”
She shrugged. “No, I don’t mind. When are we going?”
“Next week.”
“When next week?”
Snape rubbed his lip. “Thursday will be less crowded. Fridays and Saturdays are their busiest nights.”
“That sounds safer,” she agreed.
He smirked. “Are you ready to go back upstairs?”
“How serious is this going to be?”
Snape shook his head. “It’s not a punishment; you didn’t do anything wrong. But it is going to hurt. Draco needs to work out how hard is too hard.”
“Am I allowed to talk?”
“Yes, pet. You may say whatever you like. However, since Draco will be in charge, I suggest you be careful.”
“Am I going to have to get naked?”
“That’s up to Draco. So, I’m guessing yes.”
“All right. I’m ready.”
“Go on up and wait on the bed for us.”
She climbed out of his lap and headed for the stairs.
“Don’t do anything until we get there,” he warned.
“Yes, sir.”
“Your hands better not smell like pussy when I get up there,” he called after her.
“Yes, sir,” she called back.
“You really think she’d go up there and get off without you?” Draco asked in a low voice so she wouldn’t overhear.
“No. I just want her thinking about it.”
Draco smirked. “How long are we going to wait?”
Snape checked the clock. “Ten minutes should do it.”
“Should do what?”
“Soak her knickers without lifting a finger.”
Draco burst out laughing. “Sounds good.”
“If you really want her to be begging for it, go up there and make her stand in the corner.”
“Seriously?”
“It’s your show. Do you want to scare her, or do you want to turn her on?”
Draco didn’t need to think about that. “Turn her on. Although, I’m not sure there’s a difference for her.”
“There is. She wants to please. Being scared isn’t what turns her on, being dominated is. She responds much better to praise than anger.”
“How am I supposed to dominate her with praise?”
Snape smirked and nodded. “That’s a fine line to walk. Tell her what you want, and when she does it correctly, praise her. You’ve seen what she likes.”
“She likes to be hit and humiliated.”
“Wrong. Having her sexual response put on display excites her. It is the sexual nature of the humiliation that affects her. The humiliation is part of the domination. Despite her bravery and playfulness, she needs a loss of control to lose control. Understand the difference?”
“Yes.”
“Are you going to go put her in the corner?”
Draco grinned. “Yeah. Are you coming?”
“In a minute.” He wanted to see how Draco would handle things on his own.
Draco nodded and went upstairs. He found Hermione sitting on the bed, jangling one leg up and down as if she had to go to the loo and there was a queue. She stopped when he started toward her.
“Are you ready to start?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“Then come over here.”
“Where’s Severus?”
“He’ll be right up. I don’t see you getting up. Do I need to come over there and get you?”
She gave him a surprised look then jumped off the bed and stood right in front of him.
“That’s better. I think you should stand in the corner while you’re waiting.”
“Okay.”
“Wait a second,” he said when she started toward the wall. “I don’t think you’ll be needing these.” His hands went to her shorts, and he slowly unfastened them, watching her face the whole time.
Hermione’s heart was in her throat for a second. Even though Draco had seen her totally naked, he’d never undressed her before. And having him do it while he stared at her made her squirm. She felt like an incompetent toddler who couldn’t undress themselves . . . or one who didn’t have any choice about when they’d be undressed. She knew she could slap him or call out for Severus, but her seeping pussy kept her from speaking. It was turning her on, and she felt a little guilty about it. I wish Severus was here.
Draco saw her nervous expression but also saw that she didn’t object. He let her jean shorts drop to the floor. “Leave them there and go get in the corner.”
Hermione swallowed hard, staring at him for a couple seconds, then waddled to the corner. Draco followed her and leaned on the wall, looking her up and down. She pressed her face closer to the corner so he wouldn’t see her blush.
“Hands on your head. I don’t want to see them in your knickers.” Yet.
She put up her hands and waited. Draco’s finger ran over her bum, under the leg of her knickers, and he idly tugged at the elastic.
“Are your knickers wet right now?”
“No, I changed them before dinner,” she mumbled.
“No, I changed them before dinner what?”
“Sir.”
“That’s better. I’m going to check on these when I get back. If you’re wet before I spank you, I’m going to get Snape to bring me your plug, and I’m going to stretch your arse before I smack it. Understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
“I knew you would.” He traced the crack of her bum with one finger, and she gasped. With a small smirk, he pulled her knickers up between her cheeks. She arched her back and wiggled when he pulled harder. “Seven minutes, Granger. I’ll be back to check on you in seven minutes. These knickers better be exactly where I left them.”
“That’s not fair,” she whispered.
“What was that?”
“You’re making me wet on purpose. I can’t win.”
“Seven minutes,” he said firmly. “If you stand very still, you’ll be fine.”
She didn’t say anything back.
When he got downstairs, Snape was still sitting where he’d left him.
“Did she argue?”
“Not about being in the corner.”
Severus raised an eyebrow. “She argued with you?”
“Only once. She claimed my terms were unfair.”
“Were they?”
“I told her that her knickers better be dry when I got back or I’d make her wear her plug while I spanked her.”
Snape raised both brows. “And she claimed that was unfair?”
“Not until I pulled her knickers up her crack.”
Snape smirked. “She does like that. She’ll never make it.”
“That’s what I was hoping.”
Snape shook his head slightly. “I won’t let you put that plug in her.”
Draco shrugged. “Then you put it in.”
“You have to be careful when you spank someone wearing a plug.”
“I will be.”
“How long did you tell her she has to stand there?”
“Six more minutes,” Draco said, checking the clock.
“Don’t be too mean when you tell her she’s wet; it’ll upset her. She doesn’t deal well with failure.”
Draco nodded. “I lived with her for a year, I might be the last person you need to explain that to.”
“If you really want to get her wet, go up there and talk dirty to her. She’ll be begging for that plug before the time’s up.”
Draco grinned. “That would be unfair.”
Snape smirked as Draco suddenly turned and jogged back up the stairs. So Slytherin.
Hermione snapped to attention when she heard footsteps coming up the stairs.
Draco strolled in, eyeing her like a cat that had just found a mouse. He grinned as he sneaked up behind her and whispered in her ear, “How are your knickers doing, Granger? Wet yet?”
Hermione shook her head. “No, sir.”
“Good. I thought I should keep an eye on you till your time was up. So . . . tell me, Granger . . . are you ready for that plug? Your arse is going to look so good with that snake’s head staring back at me while I spank you.”
Hermione gritted her teeth. She wouldn’t give in to Draco’s taunts.
“Are your knickers pulling on your clit? Is it making your pussy drip? I can’t wait to see how wet your knickers are when I take them off. Snape’s already agreed to the plug. I didn’t have to talk him into it. When he comes up here, I’ll pull down your knickers, and we’ll both see how well you’ve fared.”
Hermione squeezed her eyes shut and tried to block out Draco’s words. Her face was burning, but her clit was throbbing. No! Be good. Don’t get wet. Don’t let Draco win. Don’t let him see the effect he’s having on you.
Draco ran one finger along the edge of her knickers, arcing in toward the shadowy divide of her bum. “Tell me, Granger, has Snape been keeping your arse clean this summer? I know a dirty girl like you needs to be taken care of like that. Do you let him shove that nozzle up your arse every night, or does he make you wait till the weekends and you’re begging for it? Do your friends know about that yet? Do they know that it turns you on to have your arse filled? I don’t think they know what a naughty girl you are. Although, I doubt they think that you‘re just holding hands with Snape.
“I’d love to see that again, Granger. I’d love to see your eyes rolling back in your head when Snape pushes that water inside you. I’ve been thinking about it all summer. You’re still my favorite wanking subject. I can taste your pussy in my sleep. I can hear you moaning every night when I’m lying in bed. I can’t stop thinking about fingering your juicy snatch. I’ve never seen a witch get as wet as you.”
He could see that she was struggling to stay still, her back like a board, a twitch in her temple. Her breathing was erratic, and a pink flush crept up her neck. He leaned in, bracing his hands on either side of her, and put his lips a breath away from her ear. “If you’re good while I spank you, I’ll ask Snape if he’ll let me eat your pussy again. I think he’ll do it, Granger. He likes to watch you come as much as I do. That was quite a show you put on earlier. Although, I can’t figure out if it did much good. If your goal was to distract me, you succeeded. If it was to distract Snape, I’m not sure it worked. Or did you just want everyone to know how wet your pussy was?
“You liked coming in front of us, didn’t you? I won’t lie, Granger. I liked watching it, even with my arse on fire. I’m going to make you bend over and show us both how wet you are. I’m going to have you spread your cheeks open so Snape and I can see how wet it makes you just to stand in the corner like a naughty little girl. I want to see that pussy gleaming like the Malfoy silver. How are your knickers doing now, Granger? Still dry? I can go get Snape right now and tell him to bring your plug. We don’t need to waste any more time. I can’t wait to see that metal sliding into your hole, Granger. Watching your arse stretch around it . . . it’s bloody beautiful.
“Are you going to wear that plug when you go to Eros? I think everyone will be impressed with it. Snape can bend you over his lap and show you off to the room. I think he’d like that . . . and I think you’d like it even more. Your cunt’s getting all juicy right now, isn’t it? Don’t lie to me, Granger. I’m going to find out the truth soon enough. What makes you wetter, having everyone watch you frig your clit or having that plug lodged in your bum, stretching you wide?”
Hermione whimpered, wanting to clap her hands over her ears so she didn’t have to listen anymore. Draco’s voice wasn’t as good as Snape’s, but he was unrelenting, whispering and hissing in her ear like a vulgar snake. No way were her knickers still dry.
“Please,” she whispered to the wall.
Draco grinned and pulled her hair aside so he could see her face. “Please what?”
“Please stop, sir.”
“Hmm. Why would I want to do that?”
“I can’t take any more. I’m getting wet.”
“Are you?” he asked innocently. “Your time’s not up yet, Granger. You’ve still got a couple more minutes. Snape’ll be up here soon . . . or should I go get him and tell him that you’re being disobedient? That his horny little girlfriend can’t keep her knickers dry for seven minutes? I’m sure he already knows what a dirty girl you are. Have you told him that you love him yet?”
Hermione nodded but couldn’t make herself say anything.
Draco’s eyebrows popped high. “You did? You'd better tell me what happened before he comes up here.”
Hermione was glad that he'd finally stopped talking. Maybe if she talked to him, he’d keep his mouth shut, and she wouldn’t start humping her knickers. “He told me that he heard me that night.”
“Really? Did he say it back?”
“No, I told him I didn’t want him to say it back yet.”
Draco thought about that. “That was smart. Did he seem upset?”
She shook her head. “No, he didn’t seem upset at all. I think he likes when I say it.”
“So you’ve said it again since then?”
She nodded. “Every day.”
Draco couldn’t hold back a chuckle. “I told you, Granger. You’re going to be walking down the aisle before the end of the month.”
She blushed and hid her face again. “Don’t say that, Draco. He’ll hear you.”
“Good. He needs a fire lit under him. How dense can one man be?”
Hermione thought that the last thing Snape needed was more pressure in his life. “No, that is definitely not a good idea. We’re very happy the way things are, and I don’t want to ruin it.”
“Fine, I won’t say anything.” A wicked grin crossed his face. “So are you going to ask Ginny to be your maid of honor?”
Hermione groaned and hid her burning face even more.
They heard Snape’s footsteps on the stairs. Draco smirked at him over his shoulder as he came through the door.
“How are things going in here?”
“We were just about to do the unveiling,” Draco drawled.
Snape sat in the chair, looking very formal compared to the two teenagers. He eyed the shorts around Hermione’s ankles and the knickers wedged between the pale, smooth buttocks he’d healed that morning. “Do the honors, Draco.”
Malfoy grinned and pushed away from the wall. “Come over here where we can see you, Granger.”
Hermione shuffled over to where Draco was standing in the middle of the room, wishing she could get rid of her shorts and walk normally.
“Turn around and bend over.”
She put her hands on her shins and felt Draco’s finger slide under the bunched up fabric of her knickers. His finger slid down, slowly pulling the cotton from her crevice. When he got to her pussy, his knuckle dragged over her slit, and she suddenly knew just how wet she was.
Draco clucked his tongue as he peeled her knickers down her hips. “Sorry, Granger. You didn’t make it. I hope you’re ready for your plug.”
Snape walked calmly to the dresser and came back with the familiar metal stopper and the lube. “I think you'd better bend over Draco’s lap, pet. We need to see what we’re doing.”
Draco turned and sat on the bed, patting his knee and giving her a rakish eyebrow waggle.
Hermione shuffled over to him and got over his lap. She felt a lot safer with Severus there. Draco pushed her panties all the way down as Snape pulled his chair closer and sat right across from the blond.
“Hold open her cheeks,” Snape murmured.
Hermione shivered as Draco pulled her wide. Her face was on fire. When she felt the cold metal touch her hole, she jerked as if it was an electric shock.
Smirking at Draco, Severus started to fuck her tiny hole with the tip. She twitched and bucked, smearing the lube all along her valley. “You’re making a mess, pet. Try to stay still.”
Draco was rock hard as he watched her body accept the flared metal. She was whimpering and humping his leg the whole time. When Snape got to the widest part, she panted and made a strangled sound then clasped onto Draco’s leg as if she were drowning. Her hole sucked in the plug the rest of the way, and he rubbed his erection into her hip. “That was bloody outstanding, Granger. Ready for your spanking?”
“Yes, sir,” she answered without any hesitation.
Snape smirked again and nodded at Draco. “Thirty total. Increase the strength as you go.”
Draco patted her bum a couple times. “Don’t be quiet, Granger.”
He slapped her backside, and Hermione grunted in relief. It wasn’t too hard. She wiggled her bum for more and Draco snickered. The next nine were slow and steady. If she had any doubts about her level of arousal, they vanished by the time he got to ten. He rubbed her bum a couple of times then started again, slapping her harder and making her yelp in surprise. It hurt more, but she didn’t want it to stop. He still went pretty slowly, and she couldn’t stop humping him.
“Last ten, Granger. Try to stay still for me.”
She shouted as the next blow landed. It hurt. A lot. She kicked one foot against the floor. Her knickers were still around her ankles, and they restrained her like a weak rubber band. When he finished, Hermione relaxed and let go of his leg. She felt someone taking off her knickers and shoes and knew it must be Snape because Draco’s hands were rubbing her bum as if he were making a wish.
“Tell me how that was, Granger.”
“Good,” she panted.
He chuckled. “Did the last ten hurt?”
“Yes.”
“Would you say it was a nine or ten out of ten?”
Hmmm. She didn’t know if she should be honest. “Do you mean in terms of strength?”
“Yes.”
“I’d guess an eight.”
“Can I give you two more?”
“You mean hard ones?”
“Yes.”
“Um . . . I guess.” She knew Snape had spanked him a lot harder than he’d spanked her.
The slap made her teeth rattle. He wasted no time whacking the other cheek. “Fuck! Ow! Okay, okay, that was a ten. You’ve got it.”
Draco rubbed her gently. “Thanks, Granger. Do you want to rest before the strap?”
She reached back and felt her burning backside. “Um . . . no. I’m okay.”
“We have to take out the plug first,” Snape said. “Unless you want to use the little paddle first and you’re very careful.”
“How’s that sound? You want to leave in the plug and take the paddle?”
Her hips seemed to think it was a grand idea. “Uh . . . sure.”
Snape got up, retrieving the small wooden paddle from the shelf and handing it to Draco. “Ten. Build the intensity. Move around to cover the entire area. Unless you’re trying to punish the witch your with . . . in which case stay on the same spot.”
Draco nodded. The first tap was too light, he knew, but he wanted to be careful about the plug. He made the next one sting, and she circled her hips over his thigh. When he got to six, she was making little noises and panting again. The last four fell hard and loud; she hissed and pulled away, yelling “ow!” at the floor. He placed his palm on her rump and felt the heat building. Her skin was dark pink where the paddle had hit, but it was quickly blending into the mauve of her spanking.
Snape nodded. “Hold her open again.” He twisted and wiggled the plug inside her, and she immediately spread her legs wider and groaned. “Push it out, pet.”
Hermione felt him pull as she pushed out. The stretch made her pussy cry in farewell. She felt empty and light when it popped free. Snape stroked her back with one hand.
“Good girl.”
Draco kept her cheeks spread and grinned as he watched her tiny hole wink several times then stutter back to its original size. He slipped one hand down to her pussy and groaned when he felt the satin slickness coating her folds. “Oh my God, Granger. Look how wet you are.”
Snape cleaned off her plug and put it on the dresser. When he got back to his chair, Draco was still slowly fingering her shining twat, and she was bucking her hips as if she were dying for more. “Make her wait,” he commented. “Don’t let her come until you’re finished.”
Draco pulled his finger from her pussy and dragged it up her crack, tickling her anus as he passed. Hermione jerked and let out a long moan.
Snape snapped his fingers under Draco’s face. “That’s mine,” he growled. “If I see your fingers on that hole again, this is over.”
Draco stared at him in shock for a few seconds. The man could go from amused to irate in record time. Holding up both hands in mock surrender, Draco slowly nodded. “Understood. All anal contact goes through you.”
Snape nodded and sat back, obviously content with that statement.
Patting her red bum, Draco looked down at her (although, all he could see was a mop of brown hair). “Does Snape own your arse, Granger?”
Hermione blushed, smiling at the floor. “Yes, sir.”
Draco smirked at Snape. “Then I want to hear you say it,” he told her.
“Severus Snape controls my arse.”
Malfoy laughed silently at the ceiling. Snape smirked.
Draco slid his hand up the back of her t-shirt. “How does he control it?”
Hermione didn’t know what answer they wanted. “Um . . . he fucks it till I come.”
Draco thought he was going to break a rib holding in his laughter. “Are you going to beg him to bugger you tonight?”
“Yes, sir!”
The happy ‘sir’ made Draco snort, and he patted her glowing cheeks again. “Oh God, Granger. You kill me. What would everybody think if they knew prissy little Hermione Granger was begging for Snape to bugger her every night.”
“I am not prissy,” she said in a prissy voice.
Draco and Snape burst out laughing. “Hermione, you are the prissiest priss to ever grace the hall of Hogwarts,” Draco told her.
“Takes one to know one,” Hermione shot back.
Draco looked affronted, but Snape just laughed harder.
“I think it’s time for the strap, Granger,” Draco said over Snape’s chuckling. “Or do you have another insult for me?”
“No, sir . . . unless you have one for me.”
He shook his head. “Get up and bend over the bed.”
Snape took the chair back to the wall and sat down. He had an excellent view of her bum from there, and his dick jumped at the sight of her shining slit peeking out between her thighs.
Draco got the strap and swung it a couple times, flicking his thigh to recall how Snape had instructed him to use it earlier. “Feet apart, Granger. Arch your back.” He leaned over her and whispered in her ear, “I want this kissing your pussy.”
Hermione swallowed hard, glancing back at Snape. He looked as if he were sitting in a boring meeting, except he never took his eyes off her bum. A shiver rolled down her spine, and she dug her fingers into the quilt.
“Five,” Snape commented. “Start out medium. Your first hits aren’t doing anything.”
Draco nodded and got comfortable. Measuring his first swing against her bum, he tapped her a few times then slapped the leather over her cheeks with medium force. She moaned as if she loved it, and his dick twitched at the sound. Down, boy. Four more to go. He brought the strap down harder, flinching at the snap. He could swear his own arse simultaneously throbbed in sympathy. She moaned louder, arching her back for more. Draco had to adjust himself before he could go on.
Hermione gasped as the next stoke burned into her cheeks. It quickly spread, her nether lips tingling. There was a quiet rustling then the impact jarred her again. “Ow.”
Draco shook his head. Ow? That was a pretty hard hit. He’d have to make sure the last one counted. “Brace yourself,” he warned her.
Hermione tried to prepare for the last hit, spreading her hands on the bed. It was eerily quiet for a few seconds, and then the strap laid into her like thudding fire, knocking the air out of her gasp. She finally remembered how to breathe and put her hand back to feel her skin. “Owwww.”
Draco pushed away her hand and rubbed for her. “Still think I’m prissy, Granger?”
“No, sir.”
“Good answer.”
She arched back into his hand, and his fingers grazed her slit.
“Take off your shirt,” he growled.
Hermione stood and pulled off her shirt. It was getting hot in there anyway.
“Everything,” Draco said, looking at her bra.
Reaching back, she unhooked it and laid it on top of her shirt on the bed.
“Face me.”
Hermione did, noticing the bulge his trousers. She tried not to let him see her grin.
“Which do you want first, the canes or the paddle?”
She wanted to get the paddle over with. “The paddle.”
“Go stand in front of Snape and put your hands on his knees.”
Hermione walked to Severus and gave him a small smile as she bent and gripped his knees. Draco was right behind her, patting the heavy wood against her flaming cheeks.
“Count these, Granger.”
There was a soft whoosh, and Hermione jumped at the loud pop of contact. “One,” she sighed out. It felt as if she’d fallen on her backside.
Draco inspected her bum. Good so far.
Pop!
“Two!”
Snape was watching her face as if he were going to paint her portrait later. It made her feel somewhat better to know he was turned on by what was happening.
Pop!
“Three!”
She shifted her feet around, trying to work out the sting.
Draco waited for her to still. “Spread you legs.”
When she did, her lips parted slightly, and he ran his finger through the shine. “Can you take it harder?”
Hermione felt drugged as Snape stared into her eyes and Draco patted her clit. “Yes, sir.”
The wood tap her a couple of times then she rocked forward with the next hit. “Ow! Four!”
“Harder, Granger?” Draco asked with a smirk.
“Um . . . I don’t know. It’s just one more, right?”
“MmHmm.”
“Okay, I can take one more.”
Draco cracked his neck and shook out his shoulders. “Say thank you when I’m done.”
“Yes, sir.”
He took two practice swings to make sure he was on target then brought the board down hard.
“OW!” she shouted, jumping up and rubbing her bum. “Five. Thank you, sir.”
“Turn around, let me see,” Snape murmured.
She turned her back to him and leaned over as he traced the red spots in the center of her cheeks.
“Be careful with the canes, Draco. Don’t break her skin. Remember what we talked about.”
Draco nodded. “I remember.” He looked Hermione in the eye. “You’re okay, right?”
She nodded slowly. “That really hurt.”
He smiled. “I’ll let you rest. I’ll practice on a pillow till you’re ready.”
She gave him a watery smile back. “Thanks.”
Draco strolled over to the shelves and picked up the canes Snape had used on him earlier. Hermione turned to Snape and wrapped her arm around his neck. His face pressed to her naked chest, and she sighed as he snaked his arm around her waist.
“How do you feel, love?” he whispered across her nipple.
Shivering, she smiled down at his black hair. “Like my bum is broken, and I need to come.”
Severus chuckled; the warm air made her nipple tighten. His fingers pinched the pebbled flesh, and he looked up into her face. “When you’ve taken your caning like a good girl, I’ll let you come,” he whispered. “I think Draco’s ready to shower his shorts.”
Hermione grinned. “He said he wants to lick me.”
Snape nodded. “That could be arranged.”
“Will you fuck me?”
He smirked. “If you get down on your knees and beg me for it."
“Will you finger my bum while you do it?”
His smirk grew to a smile. “Maybe.” He chuckled when she tried to grind her hips into his side.
Draco was swatting a pillow with one cane while they whispered. If he didn’t come soon his balls were going to burst. “You about ready, Granger?”
She looked over at him and nodded. “Where do you want me?”
On my cock. “The middle of the room. Bend over and hold your hands behind your knees.”
She let go of Snape, kissing the top of his head before she left, then got into position in the middle of the room.
“I’ll give you just what Snape gave me: three easy and three hard with each cane. Sound fair?”
Hermione nodded. “Yes, sir.”
“Good. Don’t move. My aim isn’t as good as Snape’s yet, I don’t want any unintended damage.”
She nodded. “Yes, sir.”
Draco tapped the thin cane against her seat. Repeatedly. He wanted to do it like Snape had said, and he had to keep moving around to figure out how far away to stand. He finally marked the spot he wanted and flicked the cane against her cheeks.
Hermione winced and wiggled then went still.
Draco checked his line. It was pretty decent. A little bit heavier on her right cheek than the left. He moved slightly so the next one would fall more evenly. Marking his spot again, he swished the cane through the air.
Hermione winced again and let out the breath she was holding. It stung, and his never-ending tapping was driving her mad. He was already starting again; she stayed as still as she could.
The sharp crack of the cane made Draco’s dick throb. What the hell is wrong with me? My arse still feels like mincemeat from this thing, and my cock thinks it’s our best mate. He was ready to make the next three harder. They would sting for sure, but he needed to hear her make those sounds again.
Crack!
“Ow,” she whispered.
Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Pause. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.
Bloody hell, get on with it!
Tap. Tap. Pause. Tap.
Swish-crack!
“Mm!” she groaned behind her lips.
The tapping-waiting game started again, and she squeezed one wrist in her hand.
Swish-crack!
“MM!” Her eyes went wide as the pain flared. “Fuck,” she whispered.
Snape got up and walked slowly around the pair as Draco switched to the heavier cane.
“Try to put the first one right here,” Severus said to Draco, drawing a line with the side of his finger over her cheeks.
There was a larger blank spot between two sets of tram lines, right on her sit spot. “That’s a pretty tight space,” Draco said, looking closer.
“Your other ones look good. Spacing is a little off but they’re even.”
Draco nodded and started tapping the cane in the spot Snape had indicated. He pulled the cane back further and further, making sure he was still landing on that bare strip each time.
Whoosh-crack!
“Unh,” Hermione moaned.
Snape grinned and nodded at Draco. “Put the next one at the bottom of those, almost on her thighs.”
Draco started the process over again and finally brought down a line across her crease.
“Unh!”
“One more . . . below that one,” Snape said.
Hermione whimpered. Listening to them talk about her as if she wasn’t there made her want to scream, but hearing Snape tell him to put one more lower made her nervous. Those first two had hurt like hell.
Swish-crack!
“Ow!” She reached up and covered the spot so they couldn’t get to it again.
“Back into position, Miss Granger,” Snape growled. “I’ll cane your hands if you do that again.”
Hermione slapped her hands back together and held on so she couldn’t move
“Put the last three here,” Snape said, drawing his finger over the meatiest swell of her bottom. “One right above the next.”
Draco nodded and lined himself up again. It was getting a little easier.
Tap. Pause. Tap. Pause. Tap.
Whoosh-CRACK!
“OW! Ow ow ow.”
“Only two more, Miss Granger,” Snape purred. “I want you to stay perfectly still and quiet no matter how much they hurt. Can you do that?”
“I don’t know,” she answered, wiping her face with one hand.
“Are you my good girl?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Then prove it.”
“I’ll try, sir.”
“The appropriate answer is ‘yes, sir.'”
The tapping started again, and Hermione whispered, “Yes, sir,” as the heat continued to grow in her seat.
Whoosh-CRACK!
She stayed still and managed to only gasp through her nose as the pain crested.
“Good girl. One more,” Snape said.
Tap. Tap. Pause. Tap. Pause. Tap. Pause. Tap.
Whoosh-CRACK!
She clenched her hands and stayed still. Her eyes squeezed even tighter, and she let out a soundless sob of air.
“That was very good, pet,” Snape said, stroking her back. “Stand up and say thank you to Draco.”
Stiff and shaky, she stood up and wiped her eyes. “Thank you, sir.”
Snape held her face and pushed away the tears with his thumbs. “You were perfect, pet. I’m very proud of you.”
He pulled her tightly to his chest, and Hermione cried, more in relief that it was over than pain.
Draco couldn’t stop staring at her bum. It looked painful, and he wondered how bad his looked. He wanted to run his fingers up and down the welts and make her come, but he could wait until she stopped crying.
Hermione finally calmed down; she felt drained as Snape led her over to Draco. He nodded at the blond. “Kneel down.”
Draco looked insulted and a little confused.
“Unless you want to sit on your sore arse,” Severus added.
Draco did not want to put any part of his arse on that bed . . . or the chair . . . or anything other than possibly a pillow. He knelt down, wincing as his trousers pulled his dick.
“Unzip them or you’ll never make it through this,” Snape cautioned him.
Draco unfastened his fly and sighed in relief. Snape walked Hermione closer and turned her around.
“One leg over his shoulder, love. I’ve got you,” he said, wrapping his arm around her waist. She looked confused, and he whispered in her ear, “You want Draco to lick your pussy, don’t you?”
Hermione looked down at Draco and slowly rested her thigh over his shoulder. He let out a ragged breath as her pussy closed in on him.
Draco held her leg in place with one hand, using the other to hold her open. He lapped up her honey, teasing her folds with the flat of his tongue. She choked out a groan, and he smiled, going for her hard nub. He remembered exactly what she said she liked last time and gave her a repeat performance.
“Oh God!” Hermione lifted one hand above her head and held onto the back of Snape’s neck.
His arm stayed tight around her while his other hand prodded her crack. “Other leg too.”
“He won’t . . . be able . . . to breathe,” she panted, not sounding so great herself.
She felt Draco chuckle against her pussy, and his hand tickled the back of her standing knee. It made her leg jerk, and Snape chuckled softly in her ear.
“He can take it.”
Snape took her weight as she wrapped her thighs around Malfoy’s head. Her body was already shaking, and he knew she going to blow any minute. Slipping one finger between her cheeks, Severus teased the outside of her twitching star, tightening his grip around her when she started shuddering.
Draco was temporarily deaf. She squeezed around his head as if she were trying to crush his skull. He held onto the outsides of her thighs to keep her in place, maintaining the steady swiping with his tongue. Her hips started to buck, and he held her tighter in an effort to stay on her nub.
Hermione exploded. Her body shook until she shattered, breaking all over Draco face. She rode his tongue until the convulsions in her pussy faded away and she was boneless in Snape’s arms.
Severus slowly pulled her off the boy. “Okay, love, let Draco breathe.”
Releasing her thighs, Draco leaned back a little and wiped off his face, trying to catch his breath.
Snape turned and went to the bed, where he sat down and pulled her into his lap. She wiggled up and turned to face him so her bum wasn’t touching anything.
“Thank you, sir,” she muttered.
He smirked. “Are you thanking me or Draco?”
“Both.”
He nodded. “Do you still want my cock?”
She wrapped her arm around his neck and stared at him through half-lidded eyes. “So much.”
“I’m going to lie down, and you’re going to turn around and face Draco while you sit on my cock. Understand?”
“That’ll hurt my bum.”
“Yes, it will. There’re not too many choices that won’t. But I think Draco’s on the verge of lasting damage, and this is the best way for me to fuck you and leave your hands free.”
She nodded. “Yes, sir. I want that.”
He smirked and stroked her face. “I know. Now turn around for me.”
She climbed out of his lap and turned to find Draco standing behind her, stroking himself, his trousers round his hips.
Snape pulled out his dick then guided her hips backward. “Just like the other night, pet. Reach under and guide me in.”
Hermione nodded to herself, settling back over him, holding his flared head to her entrance. She sank down slowly and felt Severus easing down onto his back, his hands petting the sides of her hips.
Draco watched as she got more comfortable and started to ride Snape. After a few minutes, she opened her dilated brown eyes and looked up at him.
“I want to make you come,” she whispered.
Stepping closer, he released his dick and let her take over. Her soft hand teased him mercilessly, and she looked as if she’d been fucked into a stupor. He put one hand under her jaw and tipped up her face. “Suck me.”
Her head shook slowly. “Not unless Severus tells me to.”
“God dammit, Granger!” he huffed, glaring up at the ceiling.
Snape chuckled and patted her hip. “It’s okay, pet. Suck his cock. He can come anywhere but in your mouth.”
Hermione gave Draco a muzzy smile. “I want you to come on my tits.”
Draco breathed out a shaky laugh. “Whatever you say.”
“Tell me to suck your cock again.”
Draco smirked at her unfocused eyes and dopey expression. “Suck my cock, Granger. I’m dying here.”
She wrapped her hand around him but shook her head. “No, like you said it before,” she murmured as Severus started to thrust up into her.
“How’d I say it before?”
Snape couldn’t keep a straight face listening to their conversation. “She doesn’t want you to ask her, she wants you tell her.”
“Yes,” she mumbled in agreement.
Draco had to think about that for a second. “All right,” he muttered. Taking her face in his hands he forced her to look at him. Her eyes got a little wider, and she let out a soft exhale of excitement. “Open your mouth.”
She did, loving how rough his voice sounded.
“Good. Now lick my dick clean and then put it between your lips and suck me till I’m ready to come."
Hermione nodded, leaning down to his bouncing prick. Her tongue lapped the pre-cum from his tip then she licked up and down his shaft to get it wet. Draco hissed, sliding his hand into her hair, pressing her head closer to where he wanted her.
Her warm mouth engulfed him, and Draco grunted. “Do that thing with your tongue,” he rasped. “Oh gods! Yes.”
Her hand covered what she couldn’t reach (and kept him from going too deep). She held onto his hip for balance as Severus started to thrust up into her more forcefully. When she moaned around Draco, he hissed and pumped into her mouth.
“Do that again,” he whispered.
Hermione started to moan again then Snape lifted his hips up into her with a sharp thrust, and she shouted around the meat in her mouth.
“Fuck!” Draco hissed and yanked out, his hand going to his bulging head and pumping fast. “Hold up your tits for me, Granger.”
Leaning back, she cupped her breasts and watched as he touched his tip to one jiggling mound and came. She didn’t know if he had a particular affinity for the left one, but he stayed there, spilling his whole load over the top then down her pink areola to her hand. He was panting and swearing under his breath as he milked the remains onto her stiff nipple. Staring down at her decorated décolletage, she wondered if Draco would lick it off. Can’t hurt to ask. “Thank you, sir.”
Draco gave her a tired smile and nodded.
“Will you lick me, sir?” she panted, looking down at her breast.
He blinked. “Are you asking me to lick my come off your tits?”
Snape opened his eyes and picked up his head when he heard that, looking at the still breathless blond over Hermione’s shoulder with a curious perk of one eyebrow. Will he or won’t he? He laughed in his head.
“Yes, sir,” Hermione nodded. “Please.”
Draco eyed the pale puddle on her skin. “I don’t know . . . that’s kind of . . .”
“Don’t be such a coward, Draco. And don’t act as if you haven’t tasted it before,” Snape added with a smirk.
Malfoy didn’t really have a comeback for that. “Not that much of it,” he muttered. Licking a tiny bit off your fingers isn’t the same as swallowing the whole lot.
Snape snickered and dropped his head back on the bed. “If you can’t lick a little come off a sexy witch’s tits, you’re never going to survive at Eros.”
Draco didn’t know if that was true or not. “Would you do it?”
“I have done it.”
Shock registered on Draco’s pointed features. “Really?”
“Yes. And I don’t suggest waiting till it dries.”
Draco looked down at Granger, her head lolling as she bounced up and down.
She smiled up at him. “Please, sir.”
Damn. He sighed. “You’ll have to lean back.”
Hermione smiled wider and took her come covered fingers off her breast. “Will you clean my hand first so I don’t get it everywhere?”
He looked at the small string of semen dotting the backs of her fingers. Bringing up her hand, he licked her fingers while watching her face. You'd better fucking appreciate this, Granger. She sighed out a shuttering exhale, her jaw dropping as he swirled his tongue around.
“Oh God,” she gasped. ”Yes. Thank you, sir.”
Malfoy smirked and shook his head. When he let her go, she leaned back, bracing her hands on the bed next to Snape. The look on her face was priceless. He rested one hand on her ribcage as he leaned over her. “Let's hear you beg me for it.”
“Please, sir,” she said immediately. “Please lick me clean. Please suck on my tits. I want it so bad.”
He raised one eyebrow. “You want me to keep going once you’re clean?”
She nodded at him with wide eyes. “Yes please, sir.”
His dick was starting to react to her desperate “sirs." Before he could talk himself out of it, he lapped her hard nipple, licking away a good portion of the salty spunk from her skin. It was too damn bitter. How do girls stand this? He did it as fast as possible; the less time it was on his tongue the less he felt like gagging. When he got it all off, he swirled his tongue over her tight bud, sucking it into his mouth. She cried out and arched into him, and he felt every impact of Snape’s cock reverberating through her bouncing flesh.
Severus grabbed her hips and forced her down harder. He was glad she was enjoying herself, but his balls were starting to ache. He hadn’t come all day, and he was more than looking forward to it. It was hard to tell if she was going to climax again. There were a lot of distractions for her at the moment, and it wasn’t a position she was used to. Her bum must be on fire.
“Touch her clit,” Severus muttered to Draco.
Draco looked half-interested and half-put out. “I’m busy.”
Severus gave him a death glare.
Malfoy felt his blood go cold. “Or . . . I could touch her clit.”
“You’re lucky I didn’t ask you to lick it.”
Draco glanced down with a worried pinch of his features. Just getting his hand that close to Snape's cock was pushing his boundaries. “I’m touching it. Don’t get your knickers in a twist.”
Too late. Her body jerked, and Severus knew Draco had succeeded. “Keep touching her tits. She’s almost there.”
Hermione felt as if she were having an out of body experience. Too much was happening at once. Snape kept driving into her, and Draco was right above her, lightly rubbing her clit back and forth. If he started touching her nipples again, she was going to scream. “Oh God. Oh God. Oh God.”
Draco sighed and braced one knee on the bed. This is far closer than I intended to get to Snape . . . but he couldn’t deny that he wanted to watch her come again. Leaning down, he kept his other hand on her ribcage while his right teased her clit. His lips found her breast, and she groaned.
“Fuck! Thank you, Draco!”
He smirked and sucked harder, listening to her long low wail. It would probably be the closest he would ever come to fucking her, so he tried to ignore Snape and focus on her panting monologue.
“Fuck fuck fuck! Please!”
“Come for me, pet," Snape whispered. Her hair was in his face, and he closed his eyes against the tickle.
“Oh God! Don’t stop, Draco. I’m so close. Fucking hell!”
Snape grinned and felt her passage get even wetter.
“Oh my God, Severus! Aaahh! Slow down, Draco. Yes, right there. Oh God!”
Snape grunted up at her. He knew what she needed, and his balls were about ready to give up the fight. “I’m going to bugger your tight little arsehole tonight until you beg me to stop. You’re not going to be able to walk tomorrow. Tell us how much you want it.”
“Fuck! I want it. Oh God, I love your cock, Severus! Don’t come yet, okay? I want to suck you.”
He growled. “I’m not making any promises. Be a good girl and come for us. Tell Draco what you need.”
“I need you talk to me, Severus,” she blurted out.
Draco bit her nipple.
“Yes! Draco! Dammit! Talk to me, Severus.”
“If you don’t come right now, I’m going to put you over my knee and spank your bruised bottom. Do you hear me? I’m not going to stop until you come all over my knee, and then I’m going to shove my fingers up your arse and make you do it again. You have ten seconds. I don’t care how sore you are. Ten . . . nine . . . eight . . . When my hand gets tired, I’m going to let Draco take over, and I’m going to tell him to spank your wet little pussy until you scream. Four . . . three . . . two . . .”
“UNhhhhhhhhhhh!”
“That’s my good girl,” he said, sighing in relief. He didn’t really know what he was going to do when he got to zero. Probably exactly what I said. Her body shuddered around him as he fought the tide in his balls. If she wanted to suck his cock, he’d let her. If he lasted.
Draco let go of her tit and watched her face as she came. If she shook any harder, she was going to knock him off the bed. Her nipples had turned to pyramids of solid stone; he licked one unyielding tip as she started to come down.
“Aaah!” she jumped. “Holy fuck.”
He smirked and let his finger rest on her clit. “You'd better suck Snape’s cock before he tears your skin off,” he said, giving the fingers digging into her hips a pointed glance.
She let out an exhausted breath of a laugh. “That was so good,” she panted. “Thank you. Both of you,” she added before Snape could ask whom she was talking to.
“Draco’s right, love. If you want to suck my cock, you'd better do it now.”
She gave Draco a smile, and he helped her sit up. She pulled her hips off Snape and turned around, sinking to her knees. “Scoot down here,” she pleaded, pulling on his hips.
Snape sat up and shifted his body closer. Her mouth wrapped around him, and he tightened his hand in her hair. “No teasing, love. Make me come.”
She bobbed up and down his head, flicking her tongue around him while her hand squeezed his shaft.
“That’s it. I don’t feel your other hand,” he warned her.
Hermione put her hand over his bollocks and gently pulled. Give me what’s mine!
Severus jerked his hips toward her face and hissed. “That’s my girl. Swallow it all.”
Hermione swallowed and swallowed and swallowed. She’d couldn’t remember him coming so much ever before. His sac went tight in her hand, and she pulled against the rise. Snape grunted softly above her, and she moaned around him to see if it would prolong things.
“Fuck! Slow down, love. That’s it. Lick me clean.”
Hermione licked her juices off his cock, kissing his balls as they sank back to their usual place.
“Can I come on you again, Granger?” Draco asked from across the room.
Hermione picked up her head from Snape’s lap and grinned up at him. “Is he hard again?”
Snape’s dark chuckle rang through the room. “You love it. Go on. And do your best to congratulate him on his newfound bravery. He’ll need some praise if you ever want him to do anything kinkier.”
Hermione smiled and nodded. “Kink praise. Got it.”
Draco grunted when she walked up and took over the stroking.
“Thanks for helping me come, Draco,” she whispered.
“No problem,” he said lightly. Her hand was tight, but she went very slowly, teasing him with lack of speed.
“That was so sexy what you did. It wasn’t as bad as you thought, was it?”
“Well . . . it’s not something I want to do again real soon, but . . . no it wasn’t as bad as I thought.”
“It doesn’t taste great, but you get used to it.”
“I don’t think it’s something I need to get used to." He winced as her other hand tugged his balls.
“Would you do it again for me sometime?”
He considered that for a few seconds. “I guess so.”
She smiled at him and dropped her voice so that he could barely hear. “Can I ask you a personal question?”
“If you speed up a little.”
Her hand let up some of its squeeze and pumped faster. “Have you ever wanked with another wizard?”
His eyes went wider for a second before the carefully constructed look of disinterest slid back into place. “Do you mean in the same room . . . or with each other?”
“With each other.”
“No.”
“Have you ever thought about it?”
“Why are you asking?”
“I think about watching other witches,” she confessed. Giving up some information was necessary for her purposes. “I just wondered if you ever thought about other men.”
“I’ve seen Blaise wanking in the shower.”
“Was it hot?”
“Mostly it was funny.”
“What was his cock like?”
“Bloody hell, Granger. I didn’t look that closely.”
She went a little faster, rubbing her thumb over his head to spread around his pre-cum. “I’d definitely look if I saw one of my friends masturbating in the shower.”
“Pull on my bollocks again.”
Smiling, she did. “I’ve thought about touching other witches too. Have you ever thought about touching another man?”
“I thought about lots of things, Granger.”
“I think it would be really sexy to watch you with someone else.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean it turns me on watching Snape spank you. Is that weird?”
“No.”
“Is it weird that I wanted him to rub your bum when it was over.”
Draco smirked out a small laugh. “I guess not.”
She prodded behind his balls, and he widened his stance, pushing his trousers down his thighs.
“Do that twisty thing again,” he muttered.
“Can I tell you something else? You don’t think I’m a complete pervert yet, do you?”
“Of course you are. Tell me whatever you want."
Hermione blushed but smiled. “I’ve thought about being in bed with both of you. And . . . I’ve thought about Snape doing things to you while I suck your cock.”
“Bloody hell, Granger.”
“Am I gross?”
His eyes squeezed shut as his balls started to rise. “No, you’re not gross. That’s just . . .”
“I know. Please tell me you’ve thought about other wizards. I’m not a freak, am I?”
He looked at her worried face and put his hand on her shoulder then thought better of it and slid it under her hair and pulled her closer. He glanced over at Snape to make sure he couldn’t hear. “If you tell anyone I said this, I’ll hex your face off.” Snape continued to look bored, but Hermione’s hand pumped him faster. “I’ve thought about Blaise. Wondered what my spunk would look like on his skin. I’ve thought about Potter sucking my cock too. And I’ve wondered what it’s like to be with a bloke. I’m not gay . . . I’m just curious.”
“Me too. I won’t tell. Are you ready to come?”
Draco nodded.
She went faster, focusing on his leaking head. “If Snape agreed to it, would you have a threesome with us?”
“I already have.”
“I mean one where you two touch each other, not just me.”
He debated that for a second then nodded again, glancing over her shoulder at Snape. The man was watching them as if he’d seen this scenario a thousand times and was impatiently waiting for the predictable end.
“Come on me, Draco. I want to see it.”
His eyes flew back down to her hands, and he grunted. When she suddenly squeezed him tighter, the pleasure rolled through him, and he jerked in her fist, shooting his load all over her stomach.
Hermione smiled. Mission complete. She'd gotten Draco to admit to some homoerotic longings out loud and basically say he wouldn’t be too freaked out to be in bed with Snape. As long as he was thinking about what she’d said, she’d done her job.
She slowly let go of him and backed away with a smile. Snape gave her a curious eyebrow raise when she turned around.
“I’m going to take a shower, okay? I’m starting to feel like I’m more come than human.”
Snape nodded and waved his wand at her, vanishing the semen from her belly. “That's fine, love. I’ll put some cream on your bum when you’re done.”
“In that case, I’ll be fast.”
Draco cleaned himself off and tucked away his cock with a tired sigh. “I’m going to go home and lie on my face for about a hour or two while this heals,” he muttered.
“If you’re referring to your arse, you'd better not.”
“Why?”
“Because you need to know what it’s like to let it heal on its own. That’s part of the experience of a punishment.”
“How the hell am I supposed to sit for the next week?”
“Carefully.”
“Is it going to be better before we go to Eros?”
“Not completely.”
“Can I at least heal it right before we go?”
Snape smirked. “Miss Granger doesn’t have a problem keeping her marks.”
“Yeah, well, it’s cute on her. I don’t want anyone to think I’m a bottom.”
“I’ll think about it.”
It’s my arse, I can heal it if I want to. He’s not going to know.
“I’ll let Miss Granger check your progress before we go. If she recommends healing, I’ll seriously consider it.”
Dammit. I better find a way to tell Granger to say what I want. “Fine. I’ll come over Thursday after dinner. When were you planning on leaving?”
“Nine.”
“What are you wearing?”
Severus gave him an odd look. “What I usually wear.”
“A frock coat?”
He smirked. “Not in the summer. White shirt. Black trousers. Why? You’re not thinking of wearing something leather, are you?”
“I haven’t decided,” Draco said airily.
“Don’t wear leather. Lucius wears leather. You want people to know you’re your own man, not his clone.”
“What does everyone else wear?” Just because Snape dressed like business man to go to a sex club didn’t mean everyone else did.
He shrugged. “Some like me. Some in leather. A lot shirtless. If you’re looking to attract witches, it would be better if you wore something tailored and expensive. They seem to prefer nice taste over nudity.”
Draco nodded in understanding then smirked. “What’s Granger going to wear?”
“I haven’t decided yet. She doesn’t own a corset, and I don’t want her to be so naked that she’s nervous.”
“You should take her to France. I know a shop that would make her something suitable.”
“If I can’t think of something by Wednesday, I might have to.”
“Let me know what you find. I better get home. Mother thinks I’m looking at brooms in London.”
Snape shook his head. “Where are you going to tell her you’re going on Thursday?”
Draco stopped in the doorway and shrugged. “Eros. She’ll be glad Father and I are sharing an interest.” He nodded farewell to Snape. “Tell Granger I said bye.”
Snape looked after him in amusement. “They have got to expand that gene pool. That is one disturbed family,” he muttered to himself.
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