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Seeking Oblivion	By : Catsqueen Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 7552 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer; See Chapter One, I can't be bothered saying it again.

A/N Don't fret, folks, this is Ginny's last share of the action. Thank you so much for your amazing reviews!

THERE WERE THREE IN THE BED�

Severus lay back, luxuriating in the experience of having two nude temptresses removing what was left of his clothing. Despite being the junior, Ginny was the more practised, yet it was the raw enthusiasm of her friend that set him afire as they kissed their way around the spider�s web of scarring down his chest. It was almost worth acquiring them in agony to be so diligently kissed better, he thought.

The Weasley sister: no surprise that Gryffindor�s first winner of the school�s Shag Mistress of the Year should be up for a threesome. But Granger? The serious student was revealing a wholly new side to her nature, one he wished he�d encountered earlier.

�Just as we thought,� Ginny mumbled, reluctant to withdraw her tongue from his navel. �Long, lean and luscious.� Giving his right nipple a sharp bite, Hermionugheughed.

Her head was spinning; she had to check this was really happening, she was actually climbing over the upper half of Professor Snape, Ginny moving lower to trap his erection where it pulsed, hard against Hermione�s flank. By rights it was Ginny�s turn next, but what if he didn�t have the staying power to take her after?

Slipping a hand down one hairy leg, she slanted a worried look to her co-conspirator. �Gin, what you were saying about mature Purebloods��

�All true, �Mione.� Ginny�s bright hair swished over his midriff, ticklish enough to draw a snigger. �Can go all night, and make a witch come in ways no Muggle or adolescent wizard could imagine.�

Severus curled his hands around the bedposts, pushing up from the hips to offer himself more completely to their usage. �And a fortunate few have that in our blood which - aaah, that�s good, Hermione! - takes us through the night and into the morning.�

�Merlin�s Wand!� Ginny�s movements ceased. She tossed the hair from her eyes and goggled at him. �You�re descended of The Circle?�

Circle. The Circle. It wasn�t easy to drag up Professor Binns� teaching with a brain being mushed by the raspy slide of a naked Potions Master against her, but Hermione managed it. "Merlin's chosen apprentices?"

Twisting so she could take a better overview of his assets, Snape gave her a lazy smile. �Five points to Gryffindor, Miss Granger.�

�Oooooh, our luck�s in, girl!� Ginny clapped her hands, permitting Hermione to breach the invisible dividing line down his centre. �Merlin blessed his favourites with the hereditary gift of��

�Extraordinary stamina,� Severus confirmed, his eyes being crossed by the friction of Hermione�s rough tongue on his collarbone. The little vixen lifted her head, giving him a considering stare.

�So - all night and on to morning, then?�

�To breakfast and beyond,� he pledged, no longer caring for accuracy as long as the statement persuaded the girls to continue their charming attention to his needs.

It did.

Ginny moved over, her wet core slicking his hot staff. He stared, mouth gone dry, at the two generous globes which swung into his face. �My turn, don�t forget - oh, Gods!� she gasped as he caught one reddened nipple between his teeth. �Just - aaah, yes, harder, bite me! - amuse yourself for a bit, �Mione.�

�But not too much,� Snape advised, deftly flipping over. Hermione shifted to sit on the bed�s end, her head cocking one way then the other as she sought a decent view.

This was the part she�d been dubious about, when Ginny had first confided her desire for a trio with Snape. The youngest of seven kids had to know about sharing: an only child, Hermione had never acquired the skill, and wasn�t keen on beginning with such a toy as this. What was she supposed to do while her best friend and their mutual obsession wriggled all over the show? Stick her nose in to a book?

No fear of that. Not while she was getting a front-row seat on Snape in action.

Ginny was yapping; not quite a bark to greet each thrust, more a puppyish yelp that clearly spurred him on. Hermione tugged absently at her nipples, puckered by the chill of dungeon air.

�Oh! Oh yes, faster, harder, you gorgeous - oh, Merlin!�

Damn! Ginny had to be the most vocal witch to pass through Hogwarts in Hermione�s time there, and her cries were doing as much to inspire the observer as both participants. Or almost, she amended, fascinated by the flex of his taut buttocks as he stroked in� out... in� out, picking up pace, his weight held off his partner in a way that made his biceps bulge beneath sex-flushed skin. Hermione gasped, her fingers digging deep into her wet folds. Jesus, that�s one glorious arse>
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She scrambled across the creaking bed, trailing her hair the length of his spine. Severus hissed his appreciation of the added stimulus, not breaking rhythm as Ginny�s legs shifted higher, above his waist. Hermione felt herself start to smile.

Maybe I don�t have to be a passive onlooker.

She bit into his nape, making his head toss and roll, and a tight cry break from his throat. He�d be marked tomorrow, with any luck.

And lower down?

Her tongue took the path of her hair before, swirling over the knobbles of his vertebrae. Her curls brushed Ginny�s legs as she inched south, fastening her teeth into his left bum cheek as his pace reached frantic and his motions lost their assurance. She pushed a hand between the crack and delved, feeling the heat from his granite balls as they slapped her climaxing friend.

As his partner began to come apart, Severus battled against sensations that swept with the hot force of an Unforgivable, jolted by the fingers of the Granger witch - aaah, yes, Hermione, there please, more pressure! - into a place beyond control. His head shot up and his words came out incomprehensible as he spilled hot and hard into Ginny�s wy twy twitching womb.

Then there was blackness, the sweet sense of floating, and the soft giggle of a beautiful woman in his ear as he was drawn sideways, sliding from Ginny with a wet pop to rest boneless in the arms of Hermione Granger.

Ginny whimpered, moving instinctively in search of his lost warmth. Severus sighed, draping a leg over her and a hand around the nearest breast. Behind him, he sensed Hermione getting cosy, her sharp chin on his shoulder, one hand lightly stroking the taut muscles of his belly. A wizard could get used to this, he congratulated himself blearily.

�I�d forgotten how noisy you get, Gin.� The throaty voice he�d begun to notice two years ago poured over him, into the ear of her groggy associate. �Merlin knows, I heard you often enough, from the next dorm.�

�And elsewhere.� His mouth turned upward. He wanted to laugh, an unfamiliar impulse instantly rejected by his vocal chords. �The Weasleys are uniformly predictable in their choice of trysting-place.�

Hermione snorted ine inelegant sound that smacked him right in the groin. �Saves her imagination for the important bit.�

�The action,� Ginny affirmed, roused from her stupor by the dawn of understanding. �Shit! You mean my brothers��

�There is a reason why Weasleys predominate in the Gryffindor records, young woman.�

Great Merlin�s bathtub, he gets flirty when he�s been shagged! Hermione filed the fact for future reference as she nuzzled into the side of his neck.

�I don�t even want to think about Ron and - no, I can�t say it, I�ll be sick.�

�Not in my bed, Hermione.�

�Oh, that�s right, we�re in your bed, aren�t we?� The dainty fingers he had seen chop animals� innards in class moved with more purpose, exploring the contrast between damp skin and silken body hair. She didn�t like a lot of that on a man, but Severus - just as she�d imagined him - was perfect.

Too perfect to simply toy with, Hermione. Time to find out just how favoured The Circle�s descendants really are.

Her hand shifted lower, alternating teasing withdrawals with daring approaches to his genitals. Severus grunted, pushing himself back into the cradle of her thighs. Hermione threw a leg across him, smearing his thigh with her wetness.

He pushed himself back in greeting, a whispery sigh escaping swollen lips. After all the years of isolation and pain, was this his reward? Sod the Order of Merlin (twice over) First Class! Breaking free of Ginny�s coils, Severus let himself fall right into the waiting ones of her smirking friend.

Why is she smirking? She�s Gryffindor. Slytherins smirk, not - oh, Merlin! This Gryffindor definitely deceived the Sorting Hat. Yes, it�s a beautiful breast, Hermione, let me taste it, I�ll devour it whole and still come back for seconds!

Hermione let him rise over her, grabbing his hair as he swooped in for a kiss. Snakelike, his tongue flickered, damping her parted lips before darting in, drawing back to feather elsewhere. His left hand played a similar game with its opposite nipple. And the right!

Oh, my, he really does have stamina! She could feel him throb against her thigh as his thumb circled her swollen nub. Gingerly, she reached down to fill her hands with him, fingertips digging into reddened, silky skin. Severus groaned against her throat.

�Inside me. Now.�

Authoritative. Even a touch demanding. He was delighted by this new, improved know-it-all.

His laughter set her nerve ends on fire. She freed his cock and snatched at his shoulders as, bodyweight lifted off her (a gallantry she didn�t consider warranted) he parted her damp flesh, rested his tip against her entrance, and stopped.

Werenot not for the tremors chasing his length, and the fine sheen of perspiration glossing his brow, she might have lost her courage. Instead, she bit out a half-thrilled cry of �Tease!� and bounced up to swallow him, her squeak mating with his gasp. She fell back, her fingers scraping down his s as as he impaled her completely, closing his eyes against the velvet flex of her walls stretching to accommodate him.

Tight. Hot. A sheath of molten fire dragging all his strength into his cock and through into her core. Severus began to move more cautiously than he had with Ginny, willing himself to savour the magnificent friction where they joined. Hermione�s nails dug into his flesh, the pinprick of pain bringing focus to the maddening pleasure. She moved at his ctioction, her head rolling on the pillow, pupils dilated. Dear Gods, he wouldn�t last if she kept grinding him so! She was too tight, too strong, too good.

Oh. Oh yes. He was finding the spot Hermione had doubted she possessed, the rusty creak of the bedsprings increasing with the length of his strokes. Not just finding, hitting it hard, over and over, a bone-melting, brain-firing rhythm. A pelvic twist at the deepest point, shooting fire through her hyper-sensitised clitoris. The inferno in her lower belly was spreading, taking possession of her entire body.

She badly wanted to see his face when he exploded, but she couldn�t hold her eyes open, couldn�t focus, ithad never been like this before.

The burning spread fast, making her spasm in random patterns of delight. She was tightening; coiling around his intrusion. She went taut, and the coil was complete.

She screamed his name, stars streaking behind her eyelids as her body liquefied into molten fire, pulses of pure energy rolling over and over, and still he was thrusting, dragging out her aftershocks until she subsided into sweet oblivion.

Then he could hold out no more. He hit his highest pinnacle in years, pouring his essence in a fierce, creamy flood. He shuddered into nothingness with a rasping roar of �Hermione!� to send him on his way.

Then all was blackness, warmth, and peace.

Oh, she felt wonderful. Adrift on a fluffy cloud of satiation. The heavy weight pressing her into sweaty satin shifted; her arms tightened reflexively and she squirmed, wanting to hold his softened shaft inside her. �Don�t move.�

�Mmmwmph.�

Snape shorn of his eloquence, and by her power. Hermione opened her eyes, kissing his shoulder and taking the opportunity of a sneaky nip. If he could be marked Property of Miss H Granger by morning, she would be satisfied.

Something was pulling from behind him, trying to drag him off his lovely female mattress. Severus growled, too woozy to react like a true Slytherin.

Ginny. Yes, of course, he had to be fair to both lovelies.

He rolled onto his side, lifting Hermione onto his right hip, Ginny over his left, until he was gloriously close to being suffocated. A quiet murmur brought up the bedclothes, swathing their sweaty forms in satins and velvet.

Hermione twisted to lap the salt moisture from the base of his throat. �You�re aset set hedonist, aren�t you?� she murmured.

With sensitive skin covering his collarbones. Even Crookshanks can�t purr as exuberantly as a satisfied Snape.

Should have tried this on him before Friday's double potions. Or Monday�s, come to that.

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