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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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29 - Three’s Company
Hermione leaned her back against Snape’s cold cast iron tub. The water was hot, and Severus was sitting at the other end, kneading her foot in his lap. He’d taken down her hair for her, and it was floating around her like gillyweed. Sleepiness weighed her eyelids and muddled her head, but she didn’t really need to think about anything for the time being.
“Who’s Clairisse?” she asked in a groggy voice.
“Benedict’s wife.”
“Was she there tonight?”
“Not that I saw. She usually only comes down on the weekends.”
“Down?”
“They live on the upper floors.”
“Oh.”
The water slapped around her breasts every time Snape moved. Her feet were tired from the shoes, and his fingers were better than any magic she knew. He plied her soles, and her eyelids felt heavier and heavier. “Does Narcissa know that Lucius meets other women?”
Snape nodded slowly, distracted by her twitching toes. “Yes.”
“She doesn’t care?”
“Hmm,” he hummed, mulling over how to explain the Malfoys. “Lucius and Narcissa actually do love one another; they’re happily married. But . . . Lucius likes things that Narcissa doesn’t, and she encourages him to fulfill those desires elsewhere.”
“So she never goes to Eros with him?”
“She has been there, but no, she hasn’t been in a long time.”
“Does she sleep with other men?”
“I’m not sure. If she does, she keeps it well hidden. I’ve never been interested enough to probe her mind for the information.”
“Do they still sleep together?”
“If you mean sexually, yes. As I said, they love one another. He just doesn’t indulge in his darker side with her.”
“Does Draco know all that?”
He nodded and switched to her other foot. “MmHmm.”
“Doesn’t it bother him?”
“Not that I’m aware of. They’re happy with their arrangement. Home life for Draco is not unpleasant . . . if you discount Lucius’s general pompousness.”
She thought about that as she sank lower in the water. What the Malfoys did was none of her business. It sounded like a logical plan. If it didn’t cause any family strife, then it was obviously working for them. Hermione just couldn’t imagine what it would be like to have a parent who openly slept with other people. “Why doesn’t Draco move out?”
Snape smirked. “It’s a big house, love. Avoidance is easy, even with little effort.”
“I feel bad for Draco.”
One of his hands slipped behind her calf. “Because he has a father like Lucius?”
“Yes. Draco wouldn’t be nearly so off putting if he wasn’t constantly on guard and ready for a fight.”
“Draco wouldn’t be so off putting if he weren’t a slimy, evil git,” he corrected her.
“He isn’t that bad anymore. Not since the war.”
“He is a slightly rehabilitated evil git.”
Hermione grinned and raised one eyebrow at him. Takes one to know one.
“Don’t give me that look,” he said, trying not to smile. “Don’t forget you’re the one begging for my ‘evil git’ cock every night.”
Hermione laughed. “Your cock is not evil. And neither are you.”
“Are you so certain?”
She smiled, wiggling her toes. “Evil wizards don’t rub witches’ feet.”
“None that you know of. Perhaps I’m evil, and I just have a foot fetish.”
Her other foot trailed up his inner thigh, prodding his prick with one toe. “Doesn’t seem like you do.” Lifting her foot from the water, she tapped his chest. “But if it makes you happy, I’ll let you have your way with them.”
The corner of his mouth curled up, and Severus grabbed her playful foot in one hand. “You’re too tired, love. Some other night,” he purred and sucked her big toe into his mouth.
Hermione almost jolted up out of the tub. It was not a sensation she’d ever felt before, and it was actually far more exciting than she’d supposed. “Fuck,” she whispered.
Severus chuckled and let her go. “Did you like that, love?”
“Bloody hell, Severus." She grasped the edge of the tub to keep her head from going under. “Do it again.”
He laughed. “Another time, pet. You need to sleep.”
“Do you have a foot fetish?”
“Not particularly. But your feet have just as much pleasure potential as the rest of you.”
“I’ll say,” she muttered.
Snape laughed again and rubbed her calf. “Let’s get out and go to bed. You look as though you’re ready to fall asleep.”
“I was.”
Snickering, he stood and helped her out, wrapping a soft towel around her then blotting her dry. Using his wand to dry her hair, he watched in amusement as it turned to dandelion fluff.
“Great, now my head won’t fit in the bed." She grimaced at her reflection and twisted it into a braid.
Snape dried himself and got her into bed. Dropping his head back onto the pillow, he felt as tired as she looked. She lay on her back next to him, the side of her arm and leg pressed to his as she stared at the dark ceiling.
It was too hot to have on the blanket so soon after the bath; she kicked everything off, smiling as Snape put his hand to her naked thigh.
“You’re going to be cold in about twenty minutes.” he predicted.
“Then I’ll put them back on.”
He shook his head and cast a cooling charm on her.
Hermione shivered and pushed away his wand. “Thanks so much; now my nipples are going to snap off.”
Severus chuckled softly, stashing his wand under the pillow.
Hermione rolled on her side and rested her cheek on his shoulder as she wrapped one arm around his waist. “G’night, Severus.”
The thick syrupy warmth in his stomach made him suddenly realize how lonely his life had been without her. Even the two weeks they’d been separated at the beginning of the summer had been unbearable. He did not want to return to that. What if she does stay? Forever. He didn’t want to think about that. What if she stays but something happens to her? Seeing Angel without David that night had been disconcerting, as if half of the slight, pale witch were missing. There are plenty of Death Eaters still on the loose. What if she’s attacked? What if she died?
She wears your talisman everyday.
It’s not foolproof.
No, but it might keep her alive. He tightened his arm around her shoulders. “Good night, Hermione.”
Smiling into his skin, she placed a gentle kiss to his chest. “I love you, Severus.”
I love you too.
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They spent the next week at Grimmauld Place, and Hermione watched Harry and Ron run around the house mock-training for the Auror Academy. They mostly seemed to be wearing themselves out, dive-rolling over the sofa and sneak attacking each other. Severus started to leave every day after breakfast so he wouldn’t pull anything from excessive eye rolling.
Hermione read her books and threw hexes at Harry and Ron when they asked her to spar with them. She told them to stop mucking about on the floor and just block the hex, it was so much easier that way. They dismissed her suggestion, saying that was too easy. Hermione laughed, glad Severus wasn’t there to see how ridiculous they were being.
Harry went to the Burrow most evenings to see Ginny, and as long as Ron wasn’t going out with Ingrid, he went with him. Hermione usually read (she’d gotten several books on wizarding laws and creature civil rights) until Severus came back and they ate dinner together. He listened to her rattle off what she’d read each day and then rant about how skewed the justice system was against non-humans. She'd wear herself out by the time dessert ended then she’d ask him how his work at home was going. Sometimes he told her, and sometimes he just shrugged, making it clear he didn’t want to talk about it.
Hermione wished he would tell her exactly what he was doing. If he told her, she could help him. But she wasn’t going to push it. If he needed to do things by himself, then she knew better than to force her way in; that would only cause him to draw into himself more.
Harry and Ron often came home to find Hermione curled up on the couch in the library with Snape. Both her friends were relieved anytime they didn’t walk in on them snogging.
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On Thursday he told her he wanted to take her to Eros again. Hermione was a little nervous to be going back so soon but also extremely excited. Her wet knickers weren't helped any when he told her to bring her old school uniform over to his house to change.
“Don’t you think that might be pushing things a bit?” she asked. “Somebody might put two and two together. And everyone will think you’re fucking your students.”
“Only one,” he countered.
“I’m not your student.”
“You will be tonight.”
Hermione couldn’t maintain her stern expression. “What are we going to do about my hair, Professor?”
“Hmm,” he mused. “I don’t know. Maybe I should owl Draco.”
She dug around in her closet, pulling out the same clothes she’d worn the night he first took her arse. “Is this good enough?”
He came over to the bed and flicked the edge of the skirt with the back of his fingers. It seemed like ages ago that he’d seen her in it. His cock was starting to respond to the memory. “Where’s the tie?”
“My Gryffindor tie, or the Slytherin one I wore that last night?”
“I am not showing up with a witch wearing Gryffindor colors,” he said, looking disgusted.
Hermione laughed. “All right, but that tie was Draco’s; I gave it back.”
“I’ll tell him to bring it over.”
“What should I wear under it?”
“The same knickers you wore that first night.”
She smirked at him. “Getting nostalgic?”
“Yes. Put it on.”
Hermione laughed. “Wait till we get to your house later. Harry and Ron will be home soon. Seeing me leave dressed like a naughty schoolgirl might give them nightmares.”
“Let’s go now.”
The suggestive tone of voice and the heat in his eyes made her clit throb even as she laughed. “All right. I’ll leave a note for them.”
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“Do you seriously want me to wear this the rest of the evening,” she asked, turning and looking over one shoulder at her skirt in the mirror.
“Let me see.”
She came out of the bathroom and found him leaning in the bedroom doorway. Spinning slowly, she gave him the full preview. (Except her hair wasn’t finished. They hadn’t heard back from Draco yet.)
“Turn around and bend over.”
Hermione didn’t need to be told twice.
He was checking the length of her skirt, seeing how much it rode up when she bent over. She’d shortened it enough that it showed her knickers as soon as she was halfway over. “Excellent. Stay like that.”
Severus walked around her while she gripped her shins, her fingers wrapping around her white knee socks. Stopping when he got back to her arse, he ran his nails along her exposed bum then flipped up her skirt. His index finger went to the heart cut-out at the back and traced the shape into her skin. “I don’t want you to wear your plug tonight.”
“You don’t?” The disappointment was evident in her voice.
His lips twitched. “Schoolgirls don’t wear snake-headed anal plugs.”
“This one did.”
He smirked. “I want you to be my sweet schoolgirl tonight, all right?”
Hermione smiled at him upside down. “You love this, don’t you, you perv?”
His hand cracked over one cheek, and he growled in mock anger, “What did you say?”
Her bum was throbbing; she reached back to rub it.
He brushed away her hand. “I asked you a question.”
“Severus, do you want me to be good good tonight?”
Snape almost laughed. “Good good. Yes. You’ll be wearing your collar under that tie, and I expect you to act accordingly.”
“Can we play bad schoolgirl right now?”
If his dick got any harder, he was going to pass out; there was no way a person could function with that much blood trapped away from the brain. “If you like. Do you really want to get marked up before we go?”
“Um . . . I don’t mind the marks, but . . . if you’re going to spank me there, I don’t want the extra pain.”
He nodded. “I’ll heal you before we go.”
Hermione smiled. “In that case, I said, ‘You love this, don’t you, you dirty, old perv.’”
Snape smiled broadly and rubbed his face with one hand. It took him a few seconds to stop silently laughing and sound serious. “That was very rude, Miss Granger. I don’t tolerate disrespect in my classroom. Apologize immediately.”
Hermione smiled and stood up. “No.”
“No?” he said, raising both eyebrows. “You’re in for a trip across my knee if you don’t say it right now.”
She shrugged and gave him an insolent look. “Make me.”
Yanking her by the arm, he growled in her face. “You are going to one sorry little girl when I’m through with you. March.”
He dragged her into the extra bedroom and walked her to the corner. “Put your nose in the corner and lift up your skirt.”
Turning her back to the wall, she held down her skirt and shook her head. “You can’t make me.”
She had never acted like a brat before, and Snape wondered how often she’d thought about saying those kinds of things.
“We’ll see about that,” he muttered.
Hermione gasped as he spun her around by the hips and trapped both her hands at her lower back. She struggled, but he held her easily in one hand, leaning into her so she was forced into the corner. His other hand lifted her skirt and tucked it into her waistband.
Slapping her bum once, he murmured, “It seems you were wrong. I can make you. And now you’ve got a red bottom on top of it. You could have avoided that if you’d done as I asked.”
“What are going to do, hold me here all night?”
“If I have to.”
“You won’t. You don’t have the stamina, old man.”
His hand wrapped around her hair, and he held it to one wall so her face turned toward him. “You’re a cheeky little witch. You’re not going to like what I do to cheeky witches.”
“What’s that?”
“Detention.”
Hermione laughed for real. “Detention? Ooooo, I’m scared.”
“I’ll give you one last chance to apologize, and then I’m going to make you very sorry. Do you have something you want to say to me?”
Hermione thought for several seconds. “Yes. You’re not a very good teacher. You scare your students and ridicule them when they make mistakes. It’s not an environment conducive to learning.”
Severus had a feeling she really meant that. It didn’t faze him too much. Minerva had said the same thing to him a hundred times. “Did I say detention? I meant re-tention. How absentminded of me.”
Snape kept her hands restrained but pulled her away from the wall and made her walk back out the door. He turned her toward the bathroom, keeping her wrists tight behind her back as he guided her to the sink. Pinning her to the counter with his body, he opened the top left drawer.
Hermione watched in growing horror and, disturbingly, excitement as he pulled out a new bar of soap and turned on the faucet. He didn’t let go of her as he crouched down and dug under the counter. She knew exactly what he was getting. Sure enough, he set the red enema bag on the counter; but to her surprise, he also put a very large nozzle next to it. Her heart started hammering. It was probably as wide as his cock, much bigger than her snake plug.
After opening the soap with one hand, he plugged the drain and let the sink fill. The white bar sank to the bottom of the basin.
“Encarcerous,” he muttered and let go of her arms.
Hermione pulled at the ropes keeping her arms behind her back. She was trapped.
“Open wide,” he growled and turned her chin to look at him.
“MmmMm." She shook her head, lips sealed tight.
He squeezed her jaw just enough to hurt, and she whimpered, opening her mouth.
“That’s better.” Snape took the soap from the water and lathered it between his hands.
Hermione’s eyes got wider as she watched. This is going to be bad. Why is my pussy leaking so much?
“Tongue out.”
She did so, but slowly. He didn’t give her much time, grabbing her chin and rubbing the softened bar over her tongue. It almost made her retch. He started fucking her mouth with it, and she had to focus on not swallowing anything.
“This should teach you to watch your mouth when speaking to me. Bite down.”

She did, her teeth sinking into the soft bar. This is going to be in my teeth all night. The bitter burn on her tongue made her gag, but he ignored her plight as he filled the enema bag. Hermione watched him attach the nozzle right in front of her face. He gave her an expectant look, as if waiting for her to object through the mouthful of soap.
He set all the equipment to one side and started to unbutton her shirt. Hermione couldn’t imagine what he had in mind. Please don’t clamp me. She felt the bonds around her arms disappear, but he was pulling off her shirt so quickly she didn’t have time to rest. Her bra was removed in much the same way, except that he held her arms to the front so he could tear away the innocent garment. He kept her wrists clamped in one hand and held his other hand to her mouth.
“Open.”
She gratefully dropped her jaw, ready to be rid of the soap, but he just rubbed it around her mouth more, leaving her looking like a rabid dog. Her eyes were watering, and she found out why he’d taken off her shirt. Her sudsy saliva dripped out of her mouth like foamy drool, hitting her naked breasts.
“Tongue out,” he growled.
Hermione whimpered but did as he said, gagging as he rubbed it over the back of her tongue. Why did I want to play this game?
“Bite down.”
When she was holding the soap in her lips again, he put her wrists behind her back and bent her over the counter. Her skirt was still tucked into the waistband, and she felt his hand right on her sweet spot, her high-cut knickers no help at all.
He gave her ten smacks, hard and fast, watching as she jerked and struggled. Her bum looked nice and warm. “Still want to call me names?”
Her head shook out a violent no.
“I thought not. But let’s make sure, shall we? I don’t want you backsliding later.”
Snape went slower that time, slapping her wiggling bottom just enough to make her moan around the soap. He counted twenty good swats then squeezed one heated cheek.
“Spit it out,” he ordered, taking the bar from between her lips. “I’m going to let you rinse out your mouth. You have four minutes. Be quick about it.”
Snape released her, and she immediately spit into the sink and turned on the water full blast. Hermione rubbed and spit and swished over and over, fighting a never-ending battle of suds.
Severus watched her as he used his wand to whittle down the softened bar. When he got half of it shaved into small slivers, he dumped them in the enema bag and checked the clock. “One more minute, Miss Granger.”

Hermione worked even faster, very worried about all the soap he’d put in the bag. Scraping her teeth and tongue with her nails, she worked to get every last trace of the bitter bar out of her mouth before he made her stop.
“Time’s up,” he told her, taking her wet hands right behind her back again. He wiped off her face with the towel then gathered the nozzle and enema bag in his free hand. They went back to the other room, and he urged her toward the leather trestle. “Up.”
“No,” she whispered.
He sighed and let the bag float in the air. “Get up on that table right now or you’re getting the cane.”
It took her a second, but she reluctantly stepped toward the table. He held her waist as she climbed up.
“Bend down,” he ordered.
She slowly placed her forearms on the rests. All the straps came to life at once and snaked around her arms and legs, trapping her in place. Snape’s hands were at her hips, and he yanked down her knickers below her bum. They couldn’t go any lower.
“Well, look at this. It seems I’m not the only ‘perv’ in this room. Does having your mouth soaped always leave you this wet, or do you just like having it filled with anything?”
She didn’t answer.
“Hmmm,” he murmured, patting her upturned rump. “You’re very quiet now. No smart answer for me, Miss Granger?”
“No, sir,” she whispered.
“Let’s see how wet you get when I stretch you with this nozzle.”
“Please, sir. It’s too big.”
“Now it’s ‘please, sir.' Too late, girl. You’re going to take this plug, and you’re going to take this whole bag. No arguments. Bad girls need plenty of soap to clean up their act. Let me know how you enjoy it.”
She felt him smearing lube on her backdoor and knew she was already getting wetter. The tip of the plug touched her hole, and she whimpered. "Please, I’m scared, sir!”
He stroked her scalding cheeks and teased her with the tip. “Oh, you shouldn’t be worried about the nozzle, Miss Granger. I have no intention of hurting you with it. You should be worried about that enema. It should be quite an eye-opener.”
Swallowing hard, she rested her cheek against the raised leather crossbeam. If he said he wasn’t going to hurt her with it, he meant it. Hermione tried to relax as he slowly started to ease the nozzle inside her. He fucked her slowly with it, letting her rest whenever she seemed to be getting too tense. His other hand stroked her bum and back in a calming rhythm.
“It’s no bigger than my cock,” he muttered. “I know you can take it.”
As the widest part stretched her hole, it burned; and Hermione clenched her hands, whimpering. It suddenly slipped in all the way; the stretch and burn died. She felt very full and wiggled around trying to get used to it.
Snape smirked. “All that worry for nothing. What do you say?”
“Thank you for not hurting me, sir.”
“The nozzle is not your punishment. It is necessary to help you hold this in. You will be begging me to stretch you again to take it back out.”
She heard a small click and felt warm water flooding her insides. In a very short time it felt as if the burning in her hole was traveling up her whole colon. She found out that soap feels awful when it’s inside you, and although he’d used a small amount in her before, this much was torture. “Please, sir. It stings.”
“I know. And you haven’t even taken half yet. Let’s see how you like being filled up. I don’t think you’ll be so quick to be a brat next time.”
Snape walked around the bench and pushed her hair out of her face to feel her forehead. She was hot, but she wasn’t sweating yet. That was good. He wanted to push her, not break her. When he unzipped his trousers, her eyes popped open. Slowly stroking himself in front of her face, he watched as she bit her lip then shut her eyes again. “You’re right, Miss Granger, as usual. I am a pervert. Perhaps you need to learn that being punished, and being punished by a pervert, are two different things. Open your mouth again. I want to fuck it now that’s it’s clean.”
Hermione looked up at him. Her bowels were full and cramping, and her mouth still tasted of soap; but Merlin help her, she wanted to suck his cock. She parted her lips, and he smirked down at her.
“Keep being cooperative, witch. You’re reducing the time I make you hold that soapy water.”
His leaking head entered her mouth; Hermione swirled her tongue over him every time he pulled back. One hand rested on her face, and he slowly ground his pelvis toward her shining lips. There was something comforting about the taste of him, and she tried to ignore the bitter remnants of the soap.
Snape patiently fucked her face while the rest of the water filled her. She did a decent job orally considering the discomfort she was experiencing. The bag gurgled empty, and he slid his cock out of her mouth, smirking at her slurp. “I was going to make you hold that for twenty minutes.”

Her expression became a mask of horror.
“But you sucked your way down to ten. What do you say to me?”
“Thank you, sir.”
“That’s better.” He sat on the bed where she could see him. “You do know that once you let that out, I’m just going to have to fill you up again to rinse you out.”
Hermione groaned and closed her eyes. “Yes, sir.”
Severus began to slowly stroke himself. “What happened to my saucy little brat?”
Her eyes opened; she was a bit conflicted. “She’s gone.”
“She’s gone?” he said, smirking. “You don’t like playing naughty schoolgirl?”
“I like it when it’s sexy.”
“This is very sexy,” he assured her. “You look delightful.”
Hermione didn’t feel delightful. “I don’t like making you angry. I like turning you on.”
He nodded thoughtfully. “You do know I’m not really angry, right?”
“Yes, but I don’t like making you pretend angry either.”
Snape got up and came back beside her, holding his cock just out of her reach. “That’s because you’re too sweet to play the brat. You like to please.”
She couldn’t deny that. She did like to please . . . within reason . . . for those whose opinion mattered to her.
“You’re such a good girl,” he murmured, stroking her face. “You’re the only person who tries to make me happy.”
Hermione strained to look up at him. “I like making you happy. I don’t want to be a naughty schoolgirl anymore.”
He smirked. “I know. We’re still going to finish cleaning you out, but do you want me to untie you?”
She had to think about that. If he wasn’t really angry and she wasn’t being “punished," then the restraints were less restricting. They didn’t hurt. The soap made her insides ache, but the straps were just keeping her where she had to be anyway. “No, I like them.”
Snape ran his hand along her back, walking until he was behind her. One finger drew through her folds, and he groaned. “You are so wet, love. Tell me how you feel.”
“Like my bowels are full of nettles, and I’ve really got to go.”
He nodded. “Just five more minutes.”
“Severus?”
“Mm?” he replied, slipping one finger inside her channel.
She swallowed hard. “Um . . . will you come back where I can see you?”
He pulled out his finger and sucked it clean then walked back to her side. Bending to her level, he gave her a questioning look. “Do you need something?”
“Will you keep petting me?”
Severus gave her a small smile and stroked her cheek.
“Will you kiss me?”
His smile broadened, and he leaned closer, kissing her gently on the lips.
“Thank you, sir,” she whispered. “May I suck your dick again?”
“Do you really want to? I can wait until later.”
“I really want to.” It gave her something else to think about besides the gurgling churn in her guts.
He brought his cock to her lips again and let her lick the tip. When she’d teased him enough, he pushed back into the warm welcome of her mouth. Severus felt her sigh through her nose as he went back to the same slow thrust from earlier. His fingers traced over her face and neck as she sucked and licked his length.
Severus watched the clock while she worked. He counted down her remaining time, reveling in each pass of her soft lips. “Time’s up."
The restraints fell from her limbs, and he helped her off the table. Hermione followed him to the bathroom.
“Maybe you’d better sit. I don’t think you’re going to be able to hold it in when I pull out that plug.”
Hermione blushed brightly but sat on the toilet, holding her cramping belly. Severus urged her to lean forward and pulled gently on the plug. “Okay. Bear down for me.”
Hermione did, feeling the hard plug stretch her hole. She hissed and gritted her teeth as it slid from her body. Water trickled out, and she squeezed her cheeks together to hold in the rest.
Snape kissed her on the head. “Maybe I should give you another dose of Tranquility Draught. You didn’t have any trouble letting it out in front of me last time.”
She gave his feet a sheepish smile and wrapped her arms around herself. “I don’t remember.”
“I do,” he drawled. Severus tickled the inside of her knee. When she relaxed, he slid his hand up her inner thigh and tickled her pussy. The look on her face was hilarious enough to make even the stoniest of men chuckle. “Let it out.”
Hermione hid her face in her hands, but he pushed them back down.
“I put that water in you. I know it has to come out. It’s not a secret.”
Her eyes squeezed shut, but she relaxed and let it out.
“That’s better. You do know closing your eyes doesn’t make you invisible, don't you?”
One eye peeked open.
Snape smirked at her. “Open the other one.”
Sighing, she opened both eyes, blinking at him.
He nodded and tickled her clit. “Good girl.”
It was very nice to let out the soapy water, and she was actually looking forward to the next enema so her insides would calm down. His finger kept swirling around her clit, and she felt as though she were losing her mind. How can he just stand there and touch me while I’m doing this? She could not think of a more humiliating time to try to turn her on. When the water started to run out, he kissed her sweaty forehead and left her alone. She missed his finger but was grateful for the privacy.
Snape retrieved the bag and rinsed it out. He filled it with warm, clean water and added some salt and a phial of her usual Colon Cleansing Concoction for good measure. It wouldn't be convenient if she was leaking out the remnants the rest of the night. She didn’t hide her face, but she didn’t look him in the eye either. If she managed to not hide for the next one, he’d give her an appropriate reward.
Hermione cleaned up and flushed the toilet then stood waiting for him to tell her what to do. She felt ridiculous with half her clothes on and her knickers round her ankles.
“Take those off,” he said, nodding at her panties. When she’d set them on the counter, he tipped up her chin to look at him. “Are you ready for the nozzle again, or do I need to change it?”
Her throat felt like parchment as she swallowed. “Um . . . I guess I can take it again. If you go really slowly.”
Severus nodded and kissed her. “It didn’t hurt, did it?”
“It burned a little, but I guess it didn’t hurt.”
“Do you want to be over my lap or back on the table?”
Hermione almost whimpered out loud. Her stomach fluttered as her clit answered back. “Your lap.”
His mouth pulled to a smirk, and he pinched one stiff nipple. “As you wish.”
He took her back to the extra bedroom and sat on the bed, turning slightly so her upper half could rest beside him. She needed to stay relaxed, and he planned to make her love that nozzle. Once she was in place, her skirt still tucked high, exposing her bum, he got the lube and started his campaign.
Snape kept teasing her backdoor, which made her spread her legs further and further as she writhed over his knee. Just put your finger in me. What are you waiting for?
He eased in his index finger and wiggled it deep, grinning at her moan. “More?” he asked mockingly.
“Yes, sir. Please." She banged her head on her arm in frustration.
Snape added another finger and carefully stretched her. He went all the way to the knuckle and vibrated his hand against her arse. She pushed back hard, begging for more. Testing her pussy with his pinky, he found her slick as silk. His fingers eased back out, followed by her sad whimper. “Just a second, pet.”
After cleaning his hand, he re-lubed the nozzle and pressed it up to her hole. Her hips circled and shifted, but he didn’t apply any pressure. Using the tip to tease the outside of her rosebud, he watched and waited. Soon she was trying to push back onto it; he let her get it in halfway. His finger went to her clit and grazed over it in a small circle as he pushed gently on the plug. She started panting, and he murmured soothingly to her as her tiny opening stretched around the widest part.
“How does that feel?” he purred.
“Fuck,” she whispered. “Big.”
“Doesn’t hurt?”
“No.”
He jiggled it back and forth a little, and she arched her back with an “unh."
“Push back when you want more,” he told her, holding the base steady.
Hermione wiggled cautiously. It still didn’t hurt, but she didn’t know how much more she could take. Forcing herself to stay completely relaxed, she pushed back a little and the pressure lessened. The plug popped into place, and her muscles relaxed around the tapered base.
“Good girl,” he crooned, patting her bum. His finger never left her clit; he unclamped the hose and watched her go still then slump in relief. “That’s it. You’re going to be the cleanest witch at Eros tonight.”
Hermione smiled. The water felt nice, and his insistent finger kept swirling around her clit so the little nub stood up hard and swollen with attention. She brought one hand back to his crotch and felt his cock through his linen trousers.
She blindly groped him, and he sighed contentedly when she cupped him with one hand. He didn’t want to come just then, but he didn’t mind the attention. Her fingers went for his zip, and he lowered it for her. He pushed down his boxers to further aid her quest. When her soft fingers found his shaft, she sighed and squeezed him once, gripping him upside down. She wasn’t at any angle to stroke him, but that didn’t appear to be her goal. It seemed she found comfort in the contact alone.
“Is that all you wanted?” he asked.
Hermione breathed out a smile. “For now.”
“Are you feeling nice and full?”
“Overflowing, sir.”
“You’ve almost taken it all. I want you to hold it for ten minutes.”
“‘Kay.”
She sounded as if she were bordering on sleep. Snape rubbed her back as the water gurgled to a stop, and she sighed and flexed her fingers around his cock. He considered giving her an enema every time they went to Eros. It left her in a very submissive state, and it obviously relaxed her to significant degree.
“Feeling all right, love?” he murmured.
“Yes, sir.”
“Are you ready to let that out?”
“Yes, sir.”
He helped her stand then watched her rub her swollen belly. When he got her to the loo, she sat down and turned her face toward the tub as he pulled the nozzle from between her cheeks. She looked away but didn’t try to hide as she let loose. That’s close enough, he thought, laughing to himself.
When his hand parted her thighs, Hermione blushed. He made her look at him as he tickled her swollen nub, kissing her when she didn’t close her eyes. The water left her in waves, and he sped up his rubbing as the flow slowed. She pulled away from his lips with a gasp. “Please stop. I’m going to come.”
He smirked. "Why would I stop?” Her jaw dropped (he couldn’t tell if it was from pleasure or surprise), but her eyes went unfocused the next second, and she squeezed his forearm, holding onto him as she came. Her body jerked in several small spasms, and he smiled at her choked groan. As the pleasure waned, she relaxed and let go of his arm.
“Thank you, sir.”
He stood and held his honeyed finger in front of her face. “As long as you do what I ask, I’ll make sure you enjoy it. Do you want this, or shall I?”
Hermione gave him a sated grin and licked her cream off his finger.
“I’ll be in the bedroom when you’re finished here.”
Hermione nodded. “Yes, sir. I’ll be there.”
Snape left her and went across the hall to get some clean clothes to wear that night. After choosing the exact same thing he wore last time, he toed off his shoes and lay down in the bed. No sense in wasting a perfectly clean arse. He considered making her wait until that night, but there was no need to deny her. He knew she’d be right back on the edge as soon as they got there. The only real question was whether he should come. He wanted to wait until later, but he’d been hard for so long now that his balls would be aching if he didn’t do something. Unfastening his trousers, he fisted his cock with an absent laxity.
Hermione came in about ten minutes later and grinned when she saw him. “Want some help with that?”
“You’ve helped enough,” he muttered. “Come up here. Let me see your arse.”
Hermione climbed toward him, stalking his cock like a cat.
“No,” he growled when her face got too close. “Get some pillows and prop yourself up for me. Now.”
She did as requested and was starting to get across them, head to the foot of the bed, when he tapped her foot. “No. Other way. I’m getting up. And scoot down so I can lean over the bed.”
After some rearranging, she displayed herself over his pillows as he strolled around to the foot of the bed. She could feel his eyes on her, and she spread her legs wider in excitement.
Severus adjusted his cock as he leaned over the end of the bed. He flipped up her skirt, tucking it back into her waistband, then rubbed his cheek against her warm bum. Using both hands, he spread her open and inspected her crevice. When he ran his finger over her anus, she flinched and arched her back, whispering his name into the bedspread.
“You’re very clean, love,” he muttered, kissing the curve of her red cheek. “Well . . . your pussy isn’t, it’s soaked as usual, but I prefer it that way. Shall I find out how clean you are? See if you pass inspection?”
Hermione smiled and nodded. “Yes, sir.”
“If you’re not clean, you’re getting another spanking,” he warned.
She grinned. "And if I am?”
“Hmm . . . what would you like?”
“Your tongue . . . and another spanking.”
Severus smirked and ran his tongue over her puckered entrance. She moaned loudly and stuck up her arse in offering. Chuckling softly, he went back for more, licking all around her dark hole before sliding his tongue inside. Her keening was muffled by the bed, and he had to hold her still as he alternated between lapping and tongue-fucking her sweet arse.
Hermione grasped the comforter in both hands, attempting to hump the pillow. She was going to go mad. His tongue was too soft, and if he kept licking her like that, she was going to scream. “Severus!”
“Mmm?” he hummed, not stopping his testing.
“Fuck! Please finger me.”
Shifting around, he parted her slick lips and pushed two fingers into her pussy. “Here?”
“Yes. Fuck yes.”
He snickered and went back to his snack. When he curled against her g-spot, she howled out a long, desperate wail and slammed her hand against the bed. You’re so close, aren’t you, pet? Pulling his face from her furrow, he gave her a hard smack on the arse to keep her from coming. That would only work so many times. The surprise would wear off, and the burn would add to her growing need.
They both froze as they heard a knock at the door downstairs. Severus stopped kissing the handprint blazoned on her backside and looked toward the hall. “Who the hell can that be?”
Hermione grunted in surprise as he pulled his fingers from her pussy and patted her bum.
“Wait right where you are, love. I’m coming back, and I'd better be able to find my place.”
The soft sound of his footsteps padded down the stairs, and she hoped he would get rid of whomever it was quickly. Merlin, I hope it’s not Harry or Ron. I don’t know where the rest of my clothes are.
Snape untucked his shirt and zipped his trousers as he crept downstairs. He couldn’t answer the door with the most obvious erection ever on display. Or maybe that’s how I’ll get rid of them. Putting one eye to the peephole, he spotted Draco.
“We weren’t expecting you,” he said as he opened the door.
Draco looked bored as usual, but took in Snape’s disheveled appearance with a dawning smirk. “I was in London when I got your owl. Thought I’d just come over since I was already out. Have I interrupted something?”
“Yes. Come in.”
Malfoy followed him in and looked around for Granger.
“She’s upstairs,” he rumbled.
Draco wondered what she’d been up to that day and if Snape had to dose her again. He followed Snape to their bedroom, and his cock went immediately hard when he saw her.
Hermione turned red and hid her face to the bed so they wouldn’t see her blush. Why does this still embarrass me so much?
Snape trailed a finger up the back of her thigh. “Draco’s here, pet. Aren’t you going to say hello?”
Hermione muttered, “Hello, Draco,” into the bed.
Malfoy grinned at her diminished schoolgirl getup and nodded in greeting. “Always good to see you, Granger. So, are you two reminiscing or just playing dungeon detention?”
Snape smirked down at her naked bum as Hermione lifted her head and shot back, “Neither, it was naughty schoolgirl.”
Draco laughed. “Have you been properly punished, or can I play? I’ve never seen you misbehave.”
“She’s reformed. You’ve missed the penalty phase." Snape nodded at the bed. "Sit down. Figure out what to do about her hair.”
Draco lay on his side, perpendicular to Hermione so he could see her face. “Is this what you’re wearing?”
“Mostly,” she answered and then gasped when she felt Snape’s tongue between her cheeks.
Malfoy grinned as she started to moan. “Well, we could straighten your hair again and put it in bunches. You were thinking bunches, weren’t you?”
Hermione couldn’t think about much of anything. She heard Severus mutter “yes” from her arse. His fingers pushed inside her again and started a new round.
“If you want to hide the length, we could braid it or something. I don’t know much about braiding.”
“M’kay,” she panted.
“Find out how hard Draco is, love.” Snape muttered into her cheeks.
She whined softly and looked at Malfoy’s crotch. It was pretty clear how hard he was. “Very, sir.”
Snape pulled his face out of her arse and canted his head to one side to look at Draco. “Do you want to come?”
Draco nodded, never taking his eyes off Hermione’s flushed face.
“Do you want to suck him, love?”
Hermione shook her head no. “Need to breathe.” Snape’s fingers were still curling inside her, and his warm breath was making her leak like a cracked cauldron.
Malfoy snorted and pushed her hair back from her face. “Are you going to come, Granger?”
She nodded desperately.
“What do you want me to do?”
Severus went back to licking her crack, and she shivered, barely able to reply. “I don’t think . . . you really . . . want me to answer that.”
Malfoy arched an eyebrow. “Well, now I definitely want to know.”
Hermione slowly looked him up and down (or side to side from her position). “Take off your clothes. No wait . . . do you want to take off your clothes?”
Draco rubbed his hand over his crotch and glanced at Snape. He’d never seen the older man do anything so servile before. Snape was always the one in charge, leaving Draco the job of getting his hands (or face) dirty. Malfoy knew that Snape orally pleased her, he’d just never seen it before. Somehow even with his face buried in her bum, the man didn’t seem in any way humbled. Draco realized it was sort of fucked up that, even though he personally liked doing it, he considered it a bit of a chore. He had a feeling Snape was enjoying himself or, at the very least, enjoying her response.
“I can take them off if that’s what you want to see,” he replied.
“I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to do,” she whispered, closing her eyes as Snape teased her perineum.
Malfoy turned on his back and started unbuttoning his shirt. “I think I can handle it, Granger.”
Hermione watched him take off his shirt then lift up each foot and toss his shoes across the room. His hard-on sprang free as soon as he got his trousers open and his shorts down. It looked very red, and she wondered how hot it felt. That curiosity disappeared as Severus renewed his assault on her backside. He placed three stinging slaps to her already sore bum and then licked and kissed her tingling skin as he fingered her pussy. Her brain wasn’t just melting, it had completely liquified. By the time she opened her eyes again, Draco was naked and slowly stroking his cock while he watched her.
“Want me to touch your tits?” he offered with a smirk.
Hermione nodded, unable to talk. Draco let go of his erection and slipped his hand under her breast. He found her nipple and pinched lightly. Hermione let out a shuddering breath, panting as Severus teased the inside edge of her anus, his fingers going at her g-spot like an earthquake.
“Unh!” she whimpered. Her stomach tensed as the sensation built. The release broke over her like a crash landing. The juice rolled out, seeping around Snape’s hand. His tongue miraculously stayed inside her as her muscles clenched and pulsed in spastic joy.
“Severus,” she breathed when she finally managed to inhale.
“Mmm,” he murmured. “You taste amazing, pet. Very clean.”
Hermione smiled out a tired laugh. “Where’s my spanking?”
He snorted and asked with a note of incredulity, “Are you ready for more?”
She nodded. “Ready.”
Draco laughed. “I’ve never seen you not ready.”
Severus kissed her thigh. “Your pussy looks very juicy, pet, but I want to fuck your squeaky-clean arsehole. Which one would you prefer?”
“Oh gods,” she muttered. “My arse, sir.”
Severus pulled off one of her shoes. “Do you want Draco to watch?”
“Yes, sir.”
Draco sighed in relief.
“Get on your side, pet. Move down and face her, Draco."
Hermione got on her hands and knees, and Draco helped her throw the pillows back up to the head of the bed before lying down next to her. She turned and faced him, and Draco gave her a lascivious grin and squeezed his cock.
“Roll over on your stomach first, pet. Draco, give her some nice swats to warm her up,” Snape said as he unbuttoned his shirt.
He’d have to use his left hand. Easy swats would be all he could manage. Draco leaned up on one arm and slapped her bum. The bounce was outstanding in that position. Usually her skin was stretched tight, but laying prone left the round curve in her backside. He’d have to keep that in mind for witches at Eros.
“Harder,” Snape muttered.
Draco glanced up. Snape was pulling off his trousers. Draco had never seen him nude before. It was slightly disconcerting, not because he was another man, but because he was always so covered up and in control. But in this case, the clothes didn’t make the man. He seemed just as intimidating naked as he did in a frock coat and trousers. Careful not to stare, Draco gave Hermione’s bum a few more sharp slaps. She moaned and rolled her hips around, which made Draco want to rub his aching cock between her soft cheeks. He settled for her hip.
Severus got in on the other side of her, bringing along the lube from the side table. He ignored Draco’s covert stares; if he said anything, the boy would probably storm out in embarrassment. Then who would fix Hermione’s hair? He rolled close to her and motioned for Draco to stop. “Let me.”
Snape slapped her bottom hard. Hermione gasped and picked up her head, pulling her hands under her chin and gripping the folded edge of the sheets.
“Ow,” she whispered.
He gave her seven more stinging slaps then ran his fingertips lightly over her heated skin. “Are you warmed up now, pet? Or shall I continue?”
“A few more, sir,” she panted.
Snape smirked at Malfoy, and gave her six more. She moaned with the last two and looked as though she was going to tear the sheets in half.
“All right,” he murmured. “That’s enough. You can get all the spanking you can handle at Eros.” Sitting up, he unscrewed the jar and set the lid on the bed. His left hand pulled on her left cheek, and he nodded at Draco, “Hold her open.”
Draco held her other cheek and watched as Snape smeared her back entrance with shine. Severus slipped a finger inside her, and Granger arched for more. Bloody hell. Two fingers eased in, and Snape twisted them around, coating her walls with lube, stretching her. Draco thought he was going to come all over her hip when Snape added the third finger. She didn’t pull away or wince, but she did moan. Snape wiggled his fingers inside her, making her arse jiggle.
“Unh,” she whimpered.
“Is this what you want, love?”
“Yes, sir.”
“You'd better ask me nicely. We have a guest.”
Hermione would say anything he wanted. Having both of them spreading her open while Severus stretched her was making her wetter than ever. “Please fuck my arse, Severus. Bugger me. I need it. I need you.”
Severus nodded and pulled his fingers from her. “Very good. Roll over for me.” He eased her onto her left side and lay behind her. “That’s it, love,” he purred in her ear as he greased his cock. “Put your leg over Draco. Good. Now tell him how clean you are.”
Hermione felt Severus prodding her bum hole as Draco stroked the outside of her thigh. The blond had moved in close so she could rest her leg over his hip. She felt as though she were sandwiched between two furnaces. Furnaces with very hard cocks. Draco’s was poking her stomach as Severus entered her tight ring. Her jaw dropped as he pushed inside. Snape’s hand slipped around to the front and rubbed her vulva with the flat of his fingers.
“I don’t hear you telling Draco anything,” he rumbled.
She panted a few times and whispered, “I was a bad girl. I got my bum cleaned out twice. Once with soap.”
Draco grinned. “I thought I caught a whiff of Super Suds.”
Snape worked his way deeper. “What else got cleaned out?”
Hermione bit her lip then answered, “My mouth.”
“You got your mouth washed out with soap again?” Draco tried his best not to laugh.
“I wasn’t really bad,” she explained. “I was just pretending.”
Draco laughed. “I’m guessing that soap didn’t taste pretend. What did you do wrong?”
“Naughty schoolgirls don’t do what they’re told,” she said with an embarrassed smile.
“And they’re very insulting,” Snape added, kissing her neck.
Hermione shivered. “Yes. But I didn’t like being bad.”
Draco snorted and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Oh Merlin, Granger. You kill me. You couldn’t be bad if you tried.”
Snape smirked at him. “On the contrary, she was quite the brat.”
“How long till she cracked and apologized?” Draco asked with a knowing smile.
“She lasted longer than I expected. Touch her tits. I want her close.”
Snape was almost all the way inside her; Draco’s hand came up and cupped her breast, pinching her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He rolled it lazily, and Hermione whimpered and gave him a desperate look.
Severus shoved her hair out of the way and kissed the back of her neck then moved to her ear. “Is this what you wanted?” he whispered low. “Trapped between two wizards who want to fuck you?”
She shivered and gripped his arm. Holy fuck. Yes!
“I can hear your pussy. It’s always ready to speak up. Do you want to ask Draco for more? He’s willing.”
“Oh gods,” she groaned. “You ask him.”
“Ask me what?” Draco drawled.
“Miss Granger isn’t being a very good Gryffindor,” Snape told him. “Her bravery is failing her. Ask her why she’s so wet. Let’s see if she’s as brave as she thinks she is.”
“Are you that wet, Granger? Don’t see why that should embarrass you. You’re always wet.”
“Please finger me,” she whispered.
Draco raised one eyebrow in interest, and Snape moved his arm out of the way. Draco slipped his hand down and cupped the front of her soaked muff, sliding one finger between her petals to rub her clit. “Mmm. You are awfully wet. Put your hand on my cock, Granger.”
“Please finger me, sir,” she whispered again, petting his bouncing hard-on.
He growled and slid his finger lower, pushing into her dripping pussy. Snape moved behind the thin back wall; he was getting far closer to the man than he’d planned. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she started to shake.
“Rub her g-spot. She’s almost there.”
Draco curled his fingers and felt around until he found the spot that made her groan. Her hand left his cock, and she dug her fingers into his shoulder, clinging to him as if holding on for dear life. Snape was whispering in her ear again; Draco stilled his breathing, trying to hear him. It was almost impossible with Granger letting out that never-ending moan.
“I know that’s not all you want,” Severus purred, prodding her to admit her need to be filled. “It’s all right. Just say the words. I’ll let it happen this one time. All you have to do is say it.”
She could barely breathe let alone talk. “Faster.”
“Which one of us are you talking to, love?”
“Draco. You. I don’t know.”
Snape smirked. And she’s gone. “A bit rougher Draco. Rub her clit a little.”
Malfoy did as requested. Her pussy felt like a river. His thumb brushed over her clit, and she bucked into his hand.
“Oh God!” Her pussy poured out another shot of juice, and she convulsed hard, her clit jumping in excitement as her muscles squeezed around the both of them. She let go of Draco’s shoulder and grabbed his wrist, stilling him as she came down.
"Thank you," she said between breathless gasps.
Severus kissed her neck and whispered, “You'd better tell him. He’s going to need to come soon. What do you want, pet?”
Her head was crystal clear after that orgasm, and she opened her eyes to look at Draco. “If you don’t want to, I understand,” she panted, “but . . . I want to see Severus touch you.”
Snape looked down at her in surprise. He knew she wanted to be penetrated by both of them. Although, he didn’t mind touching Draco if that was what she wanted.
Draco looked even more surprised than Snape. “What do you mean by touch me?”
“I mean, I want to see him wanking you. Is that too much? You don’t have to do it just for me.”
“Bloody hell, Granger,” he muttered. “I don’t know.”
Snape fucked her bum nice and slow, watching Malfoy consider her proposal. “I’ve been with other wizards, Draco. It’s totally up to you.”
Draco looked up in shock. “You have?”
“Several. A hand-job is no big deal.”
Draco wondered what else he’d done. “Is this really what you want to see, Granger?”
Hermione nodded. “I do. But please, don’t feel like you have to. You can say no. I won’t be upset or anything.”
Draco thought about it for minute. He was already in bed with them and less than a foot away from Snape. It was purely a psychological game that kept him from admitting that to himself.
“Yeah. Go ahead,” he said, sighing with resolution.
Severus kept his face neutral, but inside, he was a little surprised that the boy had agreed so quickly. “Roll on your back. The angle’s wrong.”
Draco turned onto his back, letting Granger’s thigh slide down and wrap around his leg. Throwing one arm behind his head, he tried to appear nonchalant; but Granger started stroking his chest and teasing his nipple. He didn’t have Snape’s control; he was already on the verge of exploding.
Severus didn’t tease him. Reaching over Hermione, he gripped Draco’s pulsing dick in one hand and pumped him slowly, knowing Malfoy was about to lose it. “Do you want him to come, pet?”
Hermione tipped Draco's chin in her direction. “You’ll get hard again, right?”
Draco ran his other hand down his face, worried that it was shaking. “That seems pretty bloody likely,” he muttered.
“Good." She smiled. “Yes, I want him to come.”
Snape sped up, jerking Draco fast and loose.
Draco closed his eyes and gritted his teeth. The war in his head was quickly silenced. The hand on his cock felt like his own. Except it was better because he didn’t have to do anything, and he didn’t have complete control over it. He’d never thought too hard about how much better a bloke would be at it than a witch. Watching Granger jerk his wand made him want to come, but Snape was just plain making him come, no teasing.
“Oh my God,” Hermione muttered. Snape had gone still in her arse, but watching him wank Draco was beautiful. She rubbed her pussy against Malfoy’s thigh. Her uncontrollable grinding made Snape’s cock shift around inside her.
“Is this what you wanted?” Snape growled in her ear. “You'd better thank him. Tell him how much you like it. He’s about to come.”
Hermione pinched Draco’s nipple. “This is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. Thank you, Draco.”
He nodded, unable to speak. His balls were about to blow.
“Come for me, Draco. You know I like to watch.”
Malfoy didn’t need to be told. He wasn't sure why he was fighting it. Relaxing, he came immediately, his bollocks clenching even higher as his cock throbbed. Snape didn’t miss a beat, pumping Draco expertly as he erupted.
Hermione watched as Severus angled Draco’s cock back a little, and Draco came all over his own chest. Sweet fucking Circe. Her pussy was already back in gear again, ready for someone to hit the gas. She ground her clit even harder against Draco’s leg and reached back to squeeze Severus’s bum. Her nails sank into him as though he were made of putty; Snape hissed softly in her ear.
Severus milked the last of the seed from Draco’s cock. It appeared that the boy had become much more at ease with the idea. His steely eyes weren’t closed; he looked dazed but pleased.
Hermione kissed Draco’s shoulder. “Tell me when you’re ready again.”
Draco breathed out a weak laugh. “Give me at least five minutes, Granger. Bloody fucking hell.”
Snape twisted around and found his wand under the pillow and cleaned up his hand and Draco’s stomach. Hermione petted Draco's clean skin as if he were a cat. The blasted boy wasn’t even completely losing his erection. He just went from hard to less hard. Five minutes seemed like an overestimation.
Hermione sighed happily as Snape started to thrust again. “Thank you, Severus.”
“You’re welcome, pet. Did you enjoy the show?”
“You know I did.”
His fingers went back to massaging her vulva. “Are you going to tell him what else you want?” he whispered.
She shook her head.
“Scared?”
“No, I don’t want to upset you.”
“I already know,” he said, snickering. “I told you, this one time, I’ll allow it. But don’t think anyone else is ever getting their cock inside you again.”
“It’ll make you angry, Severus. I don’t need it.”
“Dammit, girl. You’ll know when I’m angry. Don’t tell me how I feel.”
Hermione smiled softly and reached behind her to touch his face. He kissed her hand and pinned her wrist to his shoulder.
“I know how you feel about Draco,” he whispered. “I’m not jealous.” Well, not much anyway. “Draco,” he spoke up, “you want to fuck her, don’t you?” The answer seemed pretty obvious, judging by how quickly his cock was recovering.
Draco looked at them both as if they were mad. “Excuse me?”
“She wants to be with two men at once,” Severus explained slowly. “She wants both her holes filled. Don’t you, pet?”
“Yes, sir.”
“I don’t know if I fancy getting my bollocks hexed off later,” Draco said, looking unsure.
Hermione smiled and pulled her hand from Severus’s grip. She stroked Draco’s chest to test his response. “I won’t hex you. And Severus says he’ll allow it this one time. You don’t have to. If it’s too intimate for you, I understand.”
Draco stared at her for a few seconds then looked at Snape. “You’re really all right with this?”
Severus slid his hand up to her breast. “Don’t expect it to be a regular occurrence. This is a one-time offer.”
“I’ve never fucked a witch with another bloke before,” Malfoy warned them.
“I’ll talk you through it,” Snape answered. “It’s not really different from what you’d normally do. It’s just a bit more crowded.”
Draco let out a short laugh of disbelief. “A bit more crowded,” he mumbled.
“Really, Draco,” Hermione repeated. “If it makes you uncomfortable, please don’t do it. I’d feel bad if you did something you didn’t really want to do.”
“Oh, I want to,” he assured her. “I just didn’t know I was going to be practically fucking Snape when I came over. No offense, Snape.”
“None taken.”
Hermione smiled at him. “You’re not fucking him. You’re fucking me. Unless you wouldn’t mind fucking him. I’d be very interested in seeing that.”
Draco stared at her, stunned. “Bloody hell, Granger.”
Hermione laughed and brought her head close to his ear, effectively shoving her arse back onto Snape so his next thrust went deeper than planned. “Don’t worry. I didn’t tell him what you told me. Does it really freak you out that I want to watch you together?”
“You watching isn’t the issue,” he whispered back.
She stroked her hand lower, close to his cock. “I want you to be with us, Draco. I want to feel both of you inside me. I’m scared but . . . excited too. I want you to have fun, not worry about what either of us thinks of you. I don’t really know what Severus is thinking, but I’m thinking far dirtier things than what I’ve told you, so there’s no judgment from me. I just want you to have fun and enjoy it. If you can’t, then don’t worry about it. Just stay and watch me come again.”
“How many wizards has Snape been with?”
“Dunno,” she whispered. “Ask him.”
Malfoy rolled onto his side and propped his head up to look at Snape. “Have you really been with other wizards?”
Snape raised an eyebrow. “Yes.”
“Like this or . . . alone.”
Severus studied Draco. “Both.”
“How many?”
“Times or partners?”
“Partners.”
“Many.”
“Many . . . like more than five?”
“Yes.”
“I can’t see you taking it in the arse,” Draco said, looking as though someone just told him Dumbledore was an erotic writer in his spare time.
Snape just shrugged. “It’s better than it sounds . . . depending on your partner.”
Draco laughed. “It’d have to be.”
“Are you in?” Snape asked, tired of the conversation.
“Yeah.” Draco sighed and rubbed his face.
“Tell him what you want, Miss Granger.”
She smiled. “Hermione.”
Snape chuckled. “I’m sorry, love. Tell us both what you want.”
“Draco, will you lick my tits while Snape buggers me first?”
Draco smirked. “Just for future reference, you never have to ask me that; the answer is always yes.” He sank down and lapped one budding nipple. Her hand came to his head, and she stoked his hair as he latched on and sucked the stiffening tip into his mouth.
Hermione reached back for Snape. “Fuck me harder, Severus," she moaned, and Snape turned up the intensity. “Unh! Thank you, sir.”
Severus grabbed her hip and dug his fingers into her soft flesh. Her bum was baked, and every time he ran his cock into her, he felt as if he were getting a tan from it. “It’s been too long, love. You should have reminded me to do this sooner.”
Hermione almost laughed. “I ask you every day!”
“Hmm . . . do you?” he murmured. “I must have missed it.”
Hermione grinned. “Maybe you couldn’t hear me with my thighs over your ears.”
Snape slammed into her a little harder, pulling her back against his chest. “No, that's not it. I tried to tell you, I can’t understand what you’re saying when your mouth is full of my cock.”
His heavy breathing on her neck made gooseflesh rise up all the way down her arms. She held onto Draco’s head as he sucked her nipple. “Aah! Gods,” she panted. “Will you two please fuck me now? I can’t take much more of this.”
Draco snickered and released her tit. “I’m ready when you are.”
“Yes, now please,” Hermione groaned.
“Slow down, love,” Severus murmured, stopping and stroking her back. “You have to stay relaxed.”
She didn’t know how she could possibly relax, but she did stop her fitful rolling and jerking.
“That’s better. Now stop breathing so hard.” Snape waited for her breath to still. “Good. I’m going to pull out a little. Draco, put her leg back over your hip. Now . . . slowly, ease inside her.”
Draco rucked up her skirt and settled in close to her. They were only inches apart, her eyes wide and nervous like a virgin after the Yule ball. He brought one hand down and slipped a finger inside her, using it to guide his glans to her entrance. The tip sank in, and he inhaled sharply through his nose as he pushed in halfway. He’d never felt anything so slippery and warm in all his life. Pansy hadn’t been anywhere near that wet, and Drizella hadn’t been that tight. (Although some of that pressure might have been Snape.) He could feel the other man through the thin wall. It wasn’t as weird as he’d expected. They weren’t exactly touching; and the deeper he sank, the less he cared.
“How do you feel, pet?” Snape asked, already knowing the answer.
“Fine.” So far, it kind of felt as if she had in her plug and Draco was fucking her.
“All right. Start moving, Draco. And stop being so damn careful. I hate to break it to you, but we can’t both fuck her without touching each other.”
Draco nodded and pulled out slowly, leaving in just the tip. As he did, he felt Snape pushing into her and filling the space he’d just vacated.
Hermione’s eyes got wider. They started a careful give and take, seesawing her back and forth between bliss and mind-numbing bliss. She put her hand on Draco’s shoulder and squeezed. It was impossible to talk, but she didn’t want to interrupt them anyway.
Severus felt the tremor running through her body. Draco needed to be closer. Hell, they both needed to be closer if they were going to fuck her harder without hurting her. Using his foot, Snape tapped the back of Draco’s calf. “Move in. Closer. No, leave your leg there. You’ll need the traction.”

Hermione felt as though she were a race car, and they were discussing how to take her round the track. Draco went deeper, and she let out a shuddering moan as they both sped up. She kept hold of Draco’s shoulder, scared if she let go she’d float away.
“Still all right, love?” Severus was starting to get out of breath.
“Yessir,” she whispered.
Draco smiled at her. “She looks like you gave her another arse-full of Tranquility Draught.”
Snape smirked and kissed the back of her neck as he slid his hand up to her waist. “You want to try a little more?”
Hermione had no idea what that meant, but she nodded her head anyway.
“Just a little faster, Draco. Snap your hips at the top and go deep.”
Malfoy nodded and moved his hand to her back so he could hold on better. He dug in deep, lifting her up a little with each thrust. Her jaw dropped open, and her eyes rolled back. Snape’s knee brushed over his, and he knew he was hitting her just as deeply; her head gave a small jerk each time one of them bottomed out. Draco had to close his eyes and concentrate on not coming.
She’d never ever, ever felt so full in all her life. But it wasn’t just the fullness, it was the never-ending cycle of thrusting and having them both pressed against her at the same time. Snape’s hand came around to her breast, wedging between her and Draco. He caught her nipple between his fingers and squeezed hard. Hermione dug her nails into Draco and finally managed to make a sound.
Snape smirked at her whimper. She was shaking as if she had fever chills. Draco looked ready to come soon; Severus let go of Hermione’s nipple and pinched Draco’s instead, snapping his attention back to the present.
“Don’t you dare come inside her,” he growled.
“Where am I supposed to come?” Draco panted with a worried look.
“I don’t care as long as it’s not inside her.”
“I’m not sure how much longer I can last,” Draco groaned.
“Then stop moving. Go deep and stay there as long as you can.”
Draco nodded and slammed in. He pulled Hermione’s fingers from his shoulder, wincing when she scratched him. He put her hand on Snape’s arm. Let her flay him alive. His hand on her back went higher, locking around the top of her shoulder, holding her still. Snape started fucking her harder, and Draco hissed as the pressure of Snape’s cock ran up and down his length, buffered only by her inadequate internal barrier.
Hermione squeezed Snape’s arm and pressed her forehead to Draco’s. It was too much. She was going to explode . . . or implode; she wasn’t totally sure. They were both holding her so closely pulverization seemed most likely. But that was good, because if they didn’t keep holding her, she’d break into a million pieces.
Draco pulled back to look at her face. Tears were standing in her eyes, and sweat was beading at her hairline and upper lip. “Are you really all right, Granger?”
She focused on his face and nodded.
“She’s crying,” he mouthed over her shoulder to Snape.
Severus pressed his chest into her back. “Do we need to stop?”
Her head shook no.
“Are you in pain?”
She shook her head no again.
“Are you going to come?”
She nodded.
Snape smirked at Draco. “She’s all right. She’d tell us if she wasn’t.”
Draco wasn’t so sure she could talk.
Severus drew his hand down to her clit. Draco was pressed so tightly to her he could barely get his hand between them. “It’s all right, love. Come for us. Draco can’t hold on much longer. I know you’re ready.”
His sneaky finger was all she needed. It shoved her over the edge clit-first; she jerked hard between them both. Snape and Draco both squeezed her tighter, keeping her from spasming off the bed. She could feel every inch of both of them as her muscles clenched and fluttered around them. If possible, she felt even fuller. Everything was getting tighter.
Her orgasm slowly faded, leaving her breathless and dazed. Draco pulled out, and she felt half-empty. The tip of his cock pressed to her belly, and his warm seed spilled over her belly button. Looking down, she watched him jerk against her as he sealed them together with his spunk.
She let go of Snape’s arm and touched Draco’s face; she stroked his sharp cheek as he grunted at her.
Severus went back to fucking her faster, smiling at her soft groan. “You haven’t said anything in a while, love. I need to hear you’re all right.”
“‘Kay,” she whispered.
Snape grinned. “I’m going to come deep in your arse, love. Are you ready for it, or should I let you rest?”
“Come.”
“I want to fuck you hard. Can you take it?”
She nodded emphatically.
“Hold onto Draco, love,” he murmured and eased her forward a little, pushing on Draco so he’d roll over on his back more.
Severus moved her so he was a little on top of Draco, and Hermione wrapped her right arm and leg around the blond. Malfoy kept his arm around her, his fingers hooked over the top of her shoulder so she wouldn’t get fucked off the bed.
Severus started slowly, but when she didn’t seem uncomfortable, he got faster, whipping his hips into her soft bum. She started moaning so quietly he almost couldn’t hear her over his own breathing. Her face was buried in Draco’s neck, muffling her response.
“If you want to come again, you'd better tell me now,” he rumbled.
Hermione nodded but didn’t say anything. Letting go of her hip, he reached for her clit again. She jolted, but he kept her pinned to Draco and thrust into her even faster.
“Show Draco what a good girl you are. He’s worried about you. He doesn’t know how close you are to coming again. Show him how much you love it.”
Turning, she pressed her forehead to Draco’s jaw. She couldn’t breathe right. Her stomach kept going to stone and then relaxing when she didn’t climax. His finger got even more insistent, and she gave him a tired whimper. “Unh-h-h-h!”
“I know, pet,” he purred in her ear. “Don’t force it. Just let it happen.”
She relaxed and waited for the next chance to come, heaving anxious breaths over Draco’s chest and neck; his thumb stroked the side of her shoulder in an attempt to calm her.
Severus fought off the strain in his bollocks and gritted his teeth. “You are so beautiful, pet. I want to fuck you forever and ever. Tell me you love my cock. I need to hear you.”
Hermione’s mouth felt dry as a cotton puff. Licking her lips once, she swallowed and rasped out, “I love you, Severus.”
His finger rubbed her swollen nub harder, his heart lurching toward his throat. “Thank you, love. Please come for me.”
The extra pressure forced her orgasm to peak. She let out a short “unh!” and dug her fingers into Draco’s arm.
Her muscles pulsed around him, and he let himself go, filling her recesses with three hours worth of restraint. White light sparkled at the edge of his vision, and he collapsed against her as the fading clench of her pleasure milked every last vestige of strength from his body.
“Fuck,” he said with a deep sigh. He hoped he’d be able to see straight soon.
Draco ran his fingers up and down her arm. Snape was going to smother her like that; it felt as if his right arm and leg were trapped under a bus.
“Come here, love,” Severus murmured, easing out of her and rolling onto his back. Hermione looked as if couldn’t figure out where she was; she swayed on her hands and knees as though they were at sea. He smirked and scooted closer, guiding her to him with one hand. She sank down onto his chest, seemingly oblivious to the state of her skirt. The knee socks had stayed in place the whole time, and when she threw her thigh over his, he felt her leg, half bare, half cotton-soft, rub against him.
Draco massaged the shoulder they’d been crushing and glanced at the breathless couple. Granger’s arse was lewdly sticking out of her skirt, and she somehow looked more debauched wearing those damn knee socks. He rubbed his face and cracked his neck. “Can I use your shower?”
Snape nodded without opening his eyes. The arm around her lifted and pointed toward the bathroom. “Towels are in the cupboard.”
Malfoy rolled close to Hermione and kissed her quickly on her bare back. “This was nice, Granger.” He patted her arse. “Owl me anytime you need an extra cock.”
Hermione giggled groggily. She heard Draco roll off the bed then the bare thwack of his feet padding across the hall. The door closed, and the shower squeaked on.
“Wanker,” Severus muttered.
Hermione snorted. “I thought he did very well.”
“I’ll never let him fuck you again.”
She grinned. “I thought you were okay with it."
“I am. It’s just another perk of being a Malfoy for him though. He’s a pampered brat.”
She yawned and snuggled closer. “You mean like when he had to find a way to keep Voldemort from killing him and his family by sneaking Death Eaters into the school? Or do you mean when a mad man took over his house and he had to play gracious host? That kind of pampered?”
Snape opened one eye and looked down at her. “Since when are you such a fan of Malfoy?”
“I’m just saying he may be stuck up and spoiled, but it hasn’t exactly been easy for him. All his friends ditched him, and he had to do his duties as Head Boy while repairing his reputation. I feel bad for him.”
“You’re a soft touch, love.”
“Nope. I just saw firsthand what it was like for him.”
Severus smiled. “I love that you’re a soft touch."
“Bugger off,” she said, giggling.
“Not so soon. I’m too tired.”
Hermione nipped his chest. “You should go in there and see if he wants to play sardines while I watch.”
Severus laughed loudly. “I don’t want to have to explain to Lucius why his son had a heart attack in my shower. Besides, you look as though you can barely keep your eyes open.”
Hermione grinned. “I am tired. Can we take a nap?”
“Thank, Merlin,” he said, sighing in relief. “I didn’t want to be the one to suggest it.”
“I need a shower too. I’m all covered in come.”
He stroked her shoulder. “Saint Malfoy would probably be willing to share one with you.”
Hermione pinched his nipple. “Be nice. And I don’t want to have a shower with Draco.”
“Why not?”
“He’d probably just come on me again. It would be counterproductive.”
Severus snorted.
“I’ll go when he gets out.”
“And leave him alone with me? How improper.”
“Mmm . . . improper. Please be improper when I get back”
He shook his head with a smirk. “You are the most improper Head Girl I have ever had the pleasure of knowing.”
“I am not Head Girl anymore.”
He rolled her over, pinning her body beneath him. “You will always be my Head Girl.”
Hermione smiled up at him. “I love you, Severus.”
He lowered his lips to hers and kissed her, sliding his tongue against hers and teasing her teeth. “Mmm, Super Suds,” he murmured against her lips.
Hermione laughed and pulled him back for more. They were still going at it when Draco sauntered back in, wearing one of Snape’s towels around his hips.
“Merlin’s balls, you two! I’m bloody exhausted, and you’re in here starting on the next round.”
Hermione smiled at Snape. “No, we’re not. I was just waiting for you to get out of the shower. Want to take a nap with us?”
“Is this how you nap?”
“No,” she sputtered out with a laugh.
Draco smiled and shrugged. “Yeah, I’ll guess could use a cat nap.”
Hermione waggled her eyebrows at Severus and whispered, “Sardines,” then rolled out from under him with a smile.
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