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Romp among the Roses	By : Goddess81 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Lucius/Hermione Views: 19659 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Romp among the Roses.

Disclaimer: I own nothing except my warped mind (I probably don't even own that considering how often those sneaky and elusive creatures commonly known as plot bunnies hijack it)

This was written especially for my utterly wonderful Beta ScarletQuill, because without her guidance and regular beatings with her grammar stick my stories would be a damn sight poorer.

For some reason I feel obliged to warn you that this chapter contains some M/M action towards the end, if it offends don't flame me because I don't care. On the other hand if you're a card carrying pervert like myself *Grins and waves* please take the time to read the entire chapter before jumping to the smut...You know who you are...and I loves ya!

“Damn it's warm today.” Thought Hermione as she cast another cooling charm over her warm sticky skin, she cast a quick tempus spell and seeing that she still had half an hour before Harry and Draco were due to arrive she decided to change her jeans and t-shirt for one of her more rarer worn summer dresses. After discarding anything that looked like she was showing favouritism of one team over the other, she was left with two choices, one long flowing pale pink dress, a birthday gift from Ginny who thought she should wear more girly colours. Hermione grinned the last time she'd worn something that pink was the Yule ball many years ago, she hung the dress back in her wardrobe and went with her other choice, a 1950's style white halter neck sun dress with a full skirt. The deciding factor for the dress was the pattern of red roses in full bloom, she didn't normally believe in signs and fate but after the last twenty four hours who was she to argue.

She quickly undressed and slipped the dress over her head, using a charm she zipped up the back of her dress and then tied the halter neck ties securely, leaving her hair in a high ponytail she looked in the full length mirror before putting her white wedge sandals on her feet.

“Very nice Dearie, but don't forget to adjust the girls there's no harm in making them look even better, your men-folk will definitely appreciate it.” The enchanted mirror spoke to her, for some bizarre reason it always reminded her of the talking wardrobe from her favourite childhood film.

Hermione looked critically at her reflection and adjusted her breasts so they sat a bit higher in the dress, she'd already decided not wear a bra because the top of the dress was tight enough to keep her breasts steady. Once she was satisfied with her appearance she cast a charm on the dress to stop the skirt from blowing upwards, be it from a gust of wind or from idiotic school children.

She smiled in remembrance as she could hear Rolanda's husky voice telling her in no uncertain terms to make sure that whenever she wore robes or a skirt they were charmed not to blow about because you couldn't trust the little bastards as far as you could levitate them. Yes that first staff meeting had certainly been an eye opener into the private lives of the people who had taught her for six years.

After the final defeat of Voldemort, she'd gone to a small wizarding university in Paris for three years to get her master's degree in both Transfiguration and Charms. She hadn't planned to return to Hogwarts because she'd received offers from both Beauxbatons and Durmstrong not to mention the offers she'd received from different magic schools in America, but when Minerva turned up at her graduation offering her the position of Transfiguration Mistress with the option of becoming the Head of Gryfindor in a year's time, she knew instantaneously that Hogwarts was where she wanted to begin her teaching career.

At that first staff meeting she learned that Rolanda Hooch had a rather extensive vocabulary that could make even the most hardened sailor blush, Filius Flitwick was considered a bit of a ladies man and had been in an on again, off again relationship with Sybill Trelawney for at least ten years. The most startling revelation that had occurred to her was the fact that Severus Snape was a damn fine piece of man flesh, and that voice of his...Sweet Merlin, it was like honey wrapped up in rich dark chocolate, how had she not noticed this when she was a student? He'd spent most of the staff meeting scowling at her and fingering his wand, his fingers stroking the ebony wood in an almost lovers caress, that was when she'd had her first fantasy about him.

She grabbed a lightweight cardigan out of the wardrobe and hurried down to the apparition point just out side of the castle grounds to meet her boys, on her way out of the main doors she wasn't looking where she was going and bumped into something solid, she was stopped from falling by something firm wrapping around her and holding her tight.

“Hermione next time you wish to worship at my feet do let me know in advance, that way I can arrange for us to have a little more privacy than the entrance to the Great Hall.”

She looked up to see Severus staring down at her, an amused smirk playing on his lips. Hermione lowered her voice to whisper “Does Hogwarts depraved Dungeon Master have a foot fetish? Do you like having your toes sucked? Would you like for me to place your toes in my hot little mouth and have my tongue swirl around them, sucking and licking them?” She batted her eyelashes at him and gave him a smirk of her own.

“What's the matter Sevvie no witty comeback?” Hearing other people coming into the entrance way Hermione stood up fully and walked away, at the door she turned and gave him a little wink before disappearing into the bright sunshine.

Hermione had only been walking down the point for a few minutes when a familiar pair of heads came into view walking up the hill, the black messy hair of Harry's both complimented and contrasted against the sleek platinum blond hair of Draco's. When they'd caught up with her she gave them both a deep hug before slapping their arms.

“Ow! Hermione what was that for?” They asked in unison, both rubbing their sore arms.

“That was for sitting me next to Angus, you evil gits and Draco you should be grateful that your dad rescued me from having to spend the whole night dancing with that pompous little prick otherwise, you'd be facing a whole lot worse.” She linked arms with them and started to walk back to the castle not noticing the looks being exchanged between Harry and Draco.

“Speaking of my father, you spent an awfully long time in the garden with him last night according to Angus...I do hope he behaved himself around you, he's quite a charmer when he wants to be.” Draco said rather nonchalantly.

“Your father was a perfect gentleman, I was feeling unwell so he accompanied me on a stroll out in the garden, I can assure you both that Lucius did not make any unwanted advances on my person. Now Harry tell me what our Nev said about your roses.” Hermione replied trying to change the subject as quickly as possible.

Harry looked at Draco when Hermione wasn't looking and mouthed the words “Told you so.” To which Draco just shook his head refusing to believe him.

“Neville's going to come down tomorrow for a proper look, did you notice anything out of the ordinary last night?” Asked Harry.

“Umm...No, in fact I actually stopped to admire a particularly nice bloom last night, the scent was intoxicating. Harry I do hope you don't mind that I told Pomona you'd present the trophy today?”

“Not at all you can make it up by treating me to dinner down at Abe's, who's the favourites today?” Harry replied as he put a pair of sunglasses on to shield his eyes from the glaring sunlight.

“The Puffs have been really strong this year, if they win this they'll tie Slytherin for second place, there's only a couple of games left this season and as long as my cubs don't lose more than one match, then the house cup shall be residing in my office for another year.” She grinned at them “And Severus will have to pay up.”

“What did you bet him this year? Honestly he was never this competitive against Minerva.” Asked Draco shaking his head with amusement, the friendly rivalry between the Gryfindor and Slytherin heads of house had always been there but it had been kicked into overdrive since Hermione became the head of Gryfindor.

Hermione giggled “This year if Gryfindor wins the Quidditch cup Severus has to wear jeans and a t-shirt to the end of year feast.”

Draco looked at her suspiciously “That sounds rather tame for you Hermione, just what do you have planned?”

“Nothing, I'm even allowing him to wear black, why must you be so suspicious?” Hermione answered a little too innocently.

Draco bumped her shoulder playfully “Because my dear, you are the sneakiest witch I know and I spent the majority of my life around Slytherin's who trained in the art of sneakiness in the womb.”

She bumped him back “Why thank you kind Sir, I think that's the nicest thing you ever said to me.”

“You're completely nuts Hermione, have I ever said that?” Harry said joining in the teasing.

“Well I do count you two as my closest best friends, so I'm probably nuttier than squirrel poo.” Hermione deadpanned back making her two companions laugh loudly.

“Oh by the way Draco I forgot to tell you, your dad's here visiting Severus this morning I don't know if he's coming to the match though.” She managed to say as soon as she'd stopped laughing.

Just as soon as she'd spoken they saw Lucius and Severus walking the steps of the teachers seating area, the bright sunlight glinting off platinum blonde man's hair almost making him look like he had a halo.

“Speak of the devil, and he shall appear.” Muttered Draco.

Just as they reached the quidditch pitch they were interrupted by a group of year seven boys wolf whistling

“Looking good professor.”

“I could show you a much better time than those two old fogies you're with miss, I'm hung like a hippogriff and can go for hours.” The male student gyrated his hips at her.

“Hey! Who are they calling old fogies? We're not even thirty yet.” Exclaimed Draco offended by the implication he was old.

Hermione didn't have time to reprimand the students because Severus suddenly appeared in front of them like a dark avenging angel.

“How dare you talk to Professor Granger in that derogatory tone Mr Berry? You are to present yourself for detention at my office at six pm tomorrow evening with a two foot parchment on the importance of respect. You will also write a letter of apology to Professor Granger. Do you understand?” Severus spoke to his student in his most deadliest of tones, every student past and present knew that when Professor Snape lowered his voice to tell you off, you knew you were in complete and utter shit.

The student went very pale and without raising his eyes from the floor he nodded.

“Good now get out of my sight now! That goes for the rest of you dunderheads unless you want to join your friend in detention tomorrow.” Severus scowled fiercely at the students until they had vanished.

“You do realise that I was perfectly capable of dealing with that little idiot myself?” Hermione asked as she walked past him up the steps.

“He is in my house, it was down to me to discipline him for disrespecting a fellow teacher in my presence.” Severus answered easily catching up with her with his long legs.

He was right behind her as she turned to sit down on the bench next to Lucius and he whispered in her ear “Not that I can blame him, you do look...ravishing in that dress.”

Severus sat down, leaving Hermione stood up, gaping like a fish.

“Do sit down Hermione, they're about to kick off and Filius is unable to see.” Sybill said from the row behind.

“Alright Sybill don't get your knickers in a twist, I'm sitting down now.” Hermione sat down abruptly and turned round to glare at the Divination teacher. “Sorry Filius, next time just poke me.”

“I thought you said he likes poking Sybill, won't she get jealous if he pokes you too?” Severus said just loud enough for her and Lucius to hear, not taking his eyes off the game.

“Well if she does I'm sure you'll be able to satisfy her, because I told you earlier that she prefers less endowed Wizards.” Hermione replied snidely.

Lucius leaned into Hermione, his lips just millimetres from her ear “I can assure you that our dear Severus is certainly not lacking in that department Hermione, he is a most skilled and selfless lover.”

“What are you going on about father?” Asked Draco who was sat on the other side of Severus.

“Nothing much, I was just correcting Hermione's opinion on a rather large issue, I won't go into details Draco, it's not your cup of tea.” Lucius said giving Draco a wolfish smile.

Hermione sat quietly throughout the match with a blush on her cheeks as she thought about Lucius' words. A selfless lover? Did that mean...Lucius and Severus had been lovers. An image of the two of them entwined on black satin sheets sent a jolt to her core.

“Oi Hermione, you okay?” Asked Harry with a curious frown leaning over Severus and Draco to nudge her.

“What? Oh sorry Harry I was lost in my own little world then.” Hermione looked like a rabbit caught in the headlights of a muggle car.

“I'd never of guessed, you've sat there dumbstruck for the entire match, I was almost reminded of Ron when faced with a choice of two puddings.” Quipped Draco.

“Piss off, you sarcastic git, I just have more important things on my mind than stupid bloody quidditch, besides Ron could never choose between two puddings.” Hermione snapped back. “And given a choice I couldn't choose between Lucius and Severus.” She added mentally.

The crowd cheered loudly as Harry handed over the M.V.P trophy to Annie Walker the keeper from Hufflepuff who had saved every single goal attempt from Ravenclaw.

Hermione and Draco were waiting at the bottom of the teachers stand for Harry when the two men which had been at the fore front of her mind all afternoon joined them.

“We're off to Abe's for dinner would you both care to join us?” Draco asked them.

Lucius turned to look at Severus before answering “We'd be delighted but we'll have to meet you there, as we have some unfinished business to attend to first.”

“Not a problem Father, shall we say an hour from now then.” Suggested Draco with a smile

Was it her imagination or was Severus standing extra close to Lucius?

Lucius and Severus said their goodbyes and disappeared behind the stands.

“Where's your head at Hermione at today? Come on Harry's waiting for us over there.” Draco said linking arms with her and leading her towards Harry.

Hermione allowed Draco and Harry to chatter between themselves discussing the match as they walked back up to the castle, she'd been completely lost in her own thoughts when she suddenly remembered that she'd left her cardigan on the stands.

“Bollocks! Sorry guys I've just remembered that I left my cardie on the stands, I'm just going to nip back and get it.”

“Do you want us to come with you Sweetie?” Asked Harry.

“Don't be silly, I'll meet you up at the castle, I won't be long.” She turned round and quickly walked back in the direction she'd just come from. She was just picking up her forgotten cardigan when a noise coming from under the stands caught her attention.

Walking quietly to the back of the stand she carefully peered round the corner, unsure of what to expect but certainly not expecting to find Severus leaning against the back of the stand with Lucius knelt before him sucking Severus' impressive cock.

Hermione quickly cast a disilliusionment charm on herself as she couldn't tear her eyes away from the two men, Severus had his head resting on the back of the stands, his eyes closed in pleasure and the fingers Hermione loved to fantasise about twisted in Lucius' long blond locks.

Sweet Circe, Lucius hadn't been lying when he'd said Severus was well endowed, from what she could see from her position he was about the same length as Lucius but slightly thicker. Severus had paler skin, but damn the man had an arse that could crack walnuts, for older men they certainly took good care of themselves, hell she'd dated younger men whose bodies hadn't been half as toned.

She watched transfixed as Severus dragged Lucius' head up to meet his and devoured his lips, her fingers itched to get in her knickers to take care of her own growing need but she didn't dare. Her breaths were coming in little gasps now as she watched Severus spin Lucius around to face the stands, his fingers making quick work of Lucius' belt and dropping the blond man trousers to the floor.

Severus ran a pale hand lovingly over Lucius' lightly tanned arse, Hermione could see his lips moving but couldn't quite hear what was being said, her mouth went completely dry as Severus pointed his wand at Lucius arse, before dropping it on the floor and inserting one long finger up into Lucius.

Lucius pushed backwards onto Severus' finger, he must have been encouraging Severus for more because as Severus pumped his finger in and out he slowly added a second and third finger, his other hand was wrapped tightly around Lucius cock moving in time with his thrusts. Hermione had lost track of time but still she couldn't walk away as Severus had now removed his fingers and was just placing the head of his cock at the entrance to Lucius' arse , pushing it in slowly allowing Lucius time to adjust to the fullness he was now most definitely feeling.

Apparently Lucius didn't want to go slow because he pushed back fully causing them both to hiss with pleasure. Hermione was sure they could hear her heart hammering in her chest matching the pace in which Severus was slamming his hips against Lucius. In almost no time at all Lucius had cum spilling his seed over Severus' hand, and Severus had bitten down on Lucius shoulder to stop himself from crying out as he came seconds after, both men panting hard trying to catch their breath.

Lucius rested his head on his fore arms and without giving Hermione any notice he turned his head in her direction and gave her a slow sultry wink accompanied with a knowing smirk.

Hermione gasped and quickly turned away hurrying back up to the castle not realising that she'd left her cardigan on the floor where she'd been stood.

A/N: Okay folks, that was my first ever time writing male on male penetration. It originally was only going to be oral but my muse changed her mind and quite forcefully told me during the school run to write this instead.

You've got to love naughty Lucius, and what do you think of Hermione being our peeping tom? I just couldn't resist. ;D

Much Love

Her Royal Goddess Xx
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