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Days of Future Past : Edited & Complete 11/20/11	By : Remarkable Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 12304 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Hermione's arrival at Malfoy Manor had been a welcome respite from the dark and dismal atmosphere of Spinner's End. Narcissa had been warm and caring, providing her with a "witch's survival kit" complete with new wardrobe, luxurious toiletries and even- ahem- a small selection of intimate toys. "To take the edge off, you understand," she had soothed. Hermione's protests at such lavishness fell on deaf ears and her old friend had merely assured her it was to make up for all the Christmas' in the past Hermione had never let her buy anything to celebrate.

Resigned, she relaxed in the over-sized Jacuzzi, went for a swim daily in their private indoor pool, read to her heart's content in the ginormous library and hobnobbed with her friends. Best of all, she had begged and wheedled Remus to come stay at the Manor with her through the holidays. She'd seen him sporadically at the Ministry lobbying for werewolf's rights, but had rarely spoken to him due to their opposing schedules. Upon Narcissa's insistence that of course it wasn't an imposition, he had finally relented and taken a suite down the hall from Hermione and Narcissa's that was redecorated to suit his more masculine tastes. He had confided that he really didn't have any plans anyway for Christmas and was relieved not to be spending another one alone.

Almost two weeks had passed in company and Hermione was beginning to accept that her husband truly didn't care for her the way she did for him. With a heavy heart she had cried herself to sleep every night, dreaming always that he made love to her, kissed her and told her he loved her.

The night she dreamed of a tawny-haired companion making love to her had her waking in a cold sweat.

"No! No!" She had taken Dreamless Sleep after that and willed herself not to think of Remus that way ever again.

The Sunday morning of the third week at Malfoy Manor dawned bright. Hermione stretched and yawned, refreshed from her dose of Dreamless Sleep and ravenous. To her delight a house-elf brought her breakfast in bed.

"Thank you, Tipsy!" She beamed at the tiny elf. If a house-elf could blush, Tipsy would have been red all over with embarrassment.

Digging in to her breakfast, she didn't see Narcissa enter her chambers and smile fondly at the girl. Finishing her meal, Hermione belched loudly and laughed to herself. "Excuse me!" she laughed gaily.

"Better out than in, I always say," her dear friend smiled, making her presence known.

"Oh, how embarrassing!" Hermione gasped but then joined Narcissa in giggling over the faux paux like a couple of schoolgirls.

Summoning an elf to take the tray, Narcissa took Hermione's shoulders and maneuvered her to the edge of the bed.

"Let me do your hair today, dear. We'll make you look extra pretty for that gorgeous friend of yours."

Hermione gasped. "Who, Remus? I didn't know you thought he was attractive!"

Narcissa laughed again, a clear, bell-like sound that rang through the spacious chamber. "I'm married, dear, not dead. Of course I find him attractive. I like the look of a tall, fit wizard. You'd have to be blind not to sense the power he exudes. Simply delicious."

Hermione was silent but inwardly agreed. He was a good looking man, if a bit on the thin side, but then again she was married to Severus the Scarecrow, so who was she to judge?

"I know he fancies you, dear," Narcissa continued, combing the honey-brown tresses into manageable strips.

"Me? Oh goodness, we've been friends for ages!" Hermione came back, a little scandalized by the idea. How would any man find her attractive? If her own husband didn't see it in her, no one else would, surely.

As if reading her mind the matron of the Manor shocked her once more. "You are quite delectable dear. Why, if I were given a chance, I'd have a go at you myself."

Turning around and ruining the French braid Narcissa had been working on, Hermione gave her a look as if she'd grown three heads.

Narcissa wasn't fazed one bit by her reaction. "Oh come now. Don't act so shocked. Are you so prudish as to think I'd never been with a witch?"

Hermione turned back around and let Narcissa continue braiding.

"N-no," she lied. She'd never thought of such a thing, but wasn't going to let Cissa know that.

"It's great fun, you know. Women are much softer than a man. There are ways, when a woman touches you, which reach places deep inside you never knew existed. There are some things a witch can do that a man simply cannot replicate. It's quite extraordinary, really."

As if this were everyday dinner conversation, Hermione cleared her throat. "Oh."

Deciding not to push the issue, Narcissa subtly ran her manicured French tips along the nape of Hermione's neck causing her to shiver. She continued to caress the girl's scalp and neck under the guise of braiding, progressing from the finish of her little project to a light massage of Hermione's already-relaxed muscles.

By this time Hermione was in a light trance. The older witch's perfume was exotic and compelling. It smelled like a distant beach upon which one could meet a mystery lover and leave the world behind for a while. Whispers of seduction, so faint she imagined they were all in her head, sent subliminal messages straight to her auditory centers within her brain. Arousal pooled in her knickers as Narcissa lowered her lips to kiss her neck and upper arms. With a little motion Lucius was in the room instantly, kneeling against the opposite side of the bed and moving forward to take over the space Narcissa had occupied but left to kneel in front of Hermione.

Narcissa took both of Hermione's hands in her own, stroking the relaxed woman's palms with her thumbs.

Lucius' light baritone soothed and cajoled the witch as he lightly rubbed her shoulders, his lips moving against the shell of her ear. "You're so beautiful, Hermione. Such a powerful, deserving witch. You deserve the best, love. Everything life has to offer can be yours, if you wish. Come, stay with us at the Manor permanently. Narcissa and I will take care of you and make sure you are provided for. You'll want for nothing, love. Nothing at all."

Narcissa continued to caress Hermione's palms, keeping the light trance in effect as she let her husband work his charm with his deep, seductive voice and magical hands and lips. She knew from long years of experience exactly what those hands and lips could do to a witch. They had made her come many times without even touching her beyond her breasts.

Lucius ran his fingertips over Hermione's shoulders and down her arms, lightly tickling up and down sending gooseflesh careening all over her body. His lips kissed a hot trail over her shoulder as he continued to seduce her.

"Narcissa wants to kiss you, love. She's been longing to feel her lips caress you for such a very long time. Isn't she beautiful? Her skin is so soft, her touch so light… give her a taste, Hermione. Kiss her and tell me what she tastes like."

Lips parted slightly, eyes shining, Hermione felt as if she were dreaming when Narcissa's lips met her own. The slow-moving kiss was tantalizingly light, and when Cissa slid her tongue into Hermione's mouth, tangling with her own, she could taste the PG Tips, lemon and honey left over from morning tea.

Lucius slid his hands around to the front of the petite, curvy witch and lay a hand over her belly, the other cupping a handful of breast. He frowned into the nape of her neck, his hand caressing the taut, slight swell beneath his large, smooth hand. Keeping the observation to himself, he continued to ply her breast under his grasp and pluck at the nipple through the light silk fabric of her nightie.

"We can make you feel so good, Hermione, like you've never felt before. Leave behind your sorrows and join us here. Let us show you what we can do for you. If you give us a chance, I swear you won't regret it."

Hermione was beginning to rhythmically clench and unclench her kegel muscles, sliding minutely along the bedspread to relieve the growing ache between her legs.

Catching on to the subtle movements, Narcissa brought her hands over Lucius' and moved them down to Hermione's groin, her own coming up to cup Hermione's cheeks, Hermione returning the touch by wrapping her arms around Narcissa's neck, deepening the kiss.

"Very good, Hermione. So good, such a talented little witch you are. Even with no experience, you surpass our expectations with your keen, unadulterated responsiveness."

His fingers slid back the edge of her nightie and deftly flicked away the scrap of knickers she wore. Her sex was swollen beneath his middle finger as he caressed her inner thigh, slipping the finger into the juice of her sex.

Hermione cried out against Cissa's mouth, instantly taut with desire.

"Yes…" Lucius hissed in her ear, biting the outer shell. "That's it, Hermione; give in to your desire. Let it take you to new heights. Feel… just feel…"

Hermione was completely relaxed into the blond wizard's strong chest at this point, Narcissa leaning into her, stroking her breasts and pulling at the nipples in a way that seemed to excite the young witch. Narcissa struggled to maintain her composure and simply pleasure the younger woman. She desperately wanted to drop to her knees and feast on her cunt but resisted, knowing now was not the time. It had to be Hermione's choice. This session was merely an introduction to what could be. Nothing more.

Hermione undulated her hips against Lucius' touch, urging him to put more pressure on her sweet spot.

He never entered her cunt. It was an unwritten rule that amongst the first time they played with someone, whether for sport or seduction into their home and life, they simply brought pleasure to the recipient and left the rest up to them. They were very picky who they invited into their lives, and especially their personal life. They had only ever offered one other witch the choice to join them in a triad and that relationship was short-lived when the other witch was killed in the war.

"That's right, Hermione. Feel the delicious burn of desire." He flicked her clit and she cried out, teetering on the brink.

"You want to come, don't you, love?" he drawled into her neck, biting it and soothing with his wicked tongue.

"Yes, Lucius, Cissa, make me come, oh Merlin, please let me come."

Kissing her hard, Narcissa pressed intimately against the quivering witch under her and felt the sudden flutter of Lucius' fingers beneath her, bringing Hermione to completion.

A dam broke inside of Hermione. All of her sexual frustration came out in one long, unending, delicious river of come and feeling as she gushed again and again into Lucius' palm, his questing fingers dancing continuously over her clit and folds, teasing against her entrance but never penetrating their forbidden depths. Narcissa was tongue-fucking her and gyrating against her leg, humping helplessly in the passion that had turned into something a little bit more than any of them had bargained for.

With a sharp cry Cissa came against her and Lucius hissed his approval as he reached past Hermione and caught his wife's lips in an intimate kiss of their own. When the two women had calmed down, Lucius removed his fingers from Hermione and they both gently lay the young woman on the bed, her eyes sated and drowsy.

Lucius whispered a short incantation and waved his hand over her eyes, effectively closing them.

They stood, looking down on the perfect woman for them.

"What did you do to her?" Narcissa asked her husband, merely curious.

"I spelled her to think the entire episode was a dream, but she will retain the intent and vividness of it as if it were a memory. The feelings will remain the same, and any reaction she has to it will be genuine."

Nodding, Cissa leaned back against her husband as he settled on the settee in front of the charmed mirror. They watched together as Hermione awoke, seemingly groggy but quickly looking around as if to ascertain she was alone in the room. Confident no one was looking, she reached for her bedside stand and took out one of the small toys Narcissa had provided for her.

Lucius smiled into his wife's hair as the pretty little thing took the plain-looking but charmed pink vibrator, lay back on the bed and began to caress herself. It was extremely erotic. She undulated her hips against the bed, drawing up her nightie, seemingly oblivious to the fact that Lucius had forgotten to replace her knickers.

For a number of minutes they watched, fascinated as Hermione stroked herself expertly with the phallic piece of plastic. It glowed with a charmed aura meant to bring the recipient of pleasure to a quick, satisfying orgasm that simulated a full, thick cock that fit the witch's pussy perfectly.

Hermione writhed on the bed, her legs becoming tangled in the sheets as she quickly formed a sheen of sweat on her forehead and upper body. She uttered not a word until she was getting close to orgasm.

Lucius had pulled out his cock and was guiding his wife's expert movements, intensely turned on after their little session and now with the one-sided peep show. Narcissa had since dropped to her knees and was servicing her husband most expertly.

"What's she doing?" Narcissa asked around her husband's cock, her own fingers busy between her legs.

"She's about to come," he breathed, his own fast approaching.

"Oh Nimue, yes," groaned the perfect-looking witch as she swallowed his dick, fucking herself furiously on her own fingers to bring herself to climax.

Hermione cried out as the first wave of pleasure hit her. "Oh god Cissy yes!" She humped the vibrator shamelessly and bit her lower lip as the agony turned to pleasure and rolled over her in waves.

Panting harshly, Hermione continued to pump the pink contraption in and out at breakneck speed, another orgasm quickly on the heels of the last.

"Oh, Morgana, she's going to come again. Fuck yes, witch, come for me –ah fuck!" The expletive slipped from his mouth before he could stop it and he exploded with an intensity of a thousand suns into Cissa's throat, gagging her slightly as he pulled on her head and thrust sharply into her face.

Swallowing his cock, sucking the last of his come from the tip of his dick, Narcissa came as well around her fingers just as Hermione shouted to the heavens, "Oh fuck, yes, Severus I love you! I love you! Yes!"

Breathing harshly, the husband and wife rose to a standing position and rubbed noses. Lucius carelessly flicked his fingers, effectively cleaning any remnants of their lovemaking. He frowned slightly. "A bit of a letdown, don't you think?" he asked his beloved.

Narcissa shrugged, an elegant finger tracing Lucius' jaw. "It's her decision, dear. It sounds as if she is still pinning her hopes on Severus making it up to her."

Lucius growled. "He doesn't deserve her. The man has made her life miserable. She would be much happier with us."

"Be that as it may," she chided, "you have to let her make her own decisions. It is up to her whether she decides to make the next move or not, and you will do nothing to influence that decision. Is that clear?"

Lucius pouted. "Yes, dear," he acquiesced, retiring to his wife's chambers to imbibe a glass of brandy. They would have to watch- and wait.
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Days of Future Past : Edited & Complete 11/20/11