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Playing with Slytherins	By : onecelestialbeing Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 69049 -:- Recommendations : 7 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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Hermione focused her attention straight ahead, doing her best to not snicker when Lucius leaned around his wife to roll his grey eyes at her, only for Narcissa to soundly reach over and slap him on the arm, all without diverting her own eyes from the stage.

Lucius had complained about being dragged out for what his wife called 'Opera Night', which Lucius renamed 'Cock/Ball Chain Torture Night' or if he was feeling more generous, 'Hell Night'. It was no secret that he preferred a Quidditch game to opera, but if he had to go, then he was intent on making everyone else suffer with him.

Severus merely rolled his eyes when he received the invitation, but showed up to Malfoy Manor in dress robes, quietly nursing a glass of firewhisky whilst he and Lucius waited for Narcissa and Claudette to finish dressing. Lucius tried to wheedle his son and his paramour into coming along, but Draco flat out refused and suggested that they call Hermione, saying that she was probably home with her head stuck in a book.

Hermione made a mental note to smack Draco when his exact message had been passed along, but hadn't minded attending a highbrow event such as the opera, which was how she also ended up at Malfoy Manor, sitting next to Severus, wearing floaty silk dress robes, also listening to the blond wizard rant as he flitted from one end of the study to another. When Severus finally grew bored of watching Lucius flounce around, he snapped at him to sit down else he would throw a Jelly-Legs Jinx in his direction faster than he could say 'Slytherin'.

Hermione had a bit of trouble following the performance but found it enjoyable nonetheless. Lucius was obviously bored to tears and had taken to slyly whispering to Severus and Hermione, both of whom were trying to keep a straight face. When Narcissa finally deemed that her husband had sat through enough of the performance, she kissed him goodbye and pushed him out of their box, waving to Hermione and Severus. Claudette immediately moved closer to Narcissa, and the two were left to finish watching the show.

"I don't know why Cissy makes me attend these damned things," he grumbled as they walked out of the theatre.

"Perhaps because she knows you don't enjoy the opera, hence she purposely drags you along," Severus chuckled. "Although, watching you go on like a spiteful fifth-year witch is amusing."

"How amusing," Lucius added dryly. "I could use a drink. Somehow having one slipped my mind before we settled in for an evening of torture."

"That's because you were flouncing around your study like a wet hen!" Severus pointed out, making Hermione, who was holding onto his arm, giggle uncontrollably. "Feel free to ignore him, Miss Granger. Sometimes Lucius' senses go on hiatus, and this sensitive little pouf takes place."

"I'll show you pouf, you surly bastard," Lucius shot back. "Anyway, where to?"

"Hermione is our guest, perhaps she should choose," Severus pointed out, looking down at her. "Mademoiselle's choice?"

"You're asking me?" she asked, aghast. "If I hadn't come out with you two, I'd have been home curled up in bed with my ratty sweatpants and holey shirt."

"You know, I still haven't been to your house," Lucius said, rather petulantly. "Why is that?"

"Oh, honestly," Hermione snorted, rolling her eyes. "Would you like to see it now?"

"It would be nice," he loftily replied, making Severus shoot a withering glance in his direction.

"All right, then," Hermione conceded. "Granted, it's not fancy as Malfoy Manor."

"Buckingham Palace isn't grand as Malfoy Manor," Severus pointed out. "The manor makes the palace look like a hostel in comparison."

"None of that, Severus," Lucius lilted, slipping his black dress robe covered arm into Hermione's free one. "Shall we?"

The three Apparated to Hermione's house, landing right in her unlit front room. Moving around she turned on the lamps, beckoning Lucius and Severus to rest their cloaks and have a seat. Hermione had excused herself to her bedroom, slipping off her dress robes and changing into something more comfortable. She was on the way back out of her room, barefoot and wearing a simple cotton dress when she ran into Lucius in the hallway.

"Did you want a tour?" Hermione teased, looking up at the curious wizard towering over her. His grey eyes were taking in the few paintings that were hung on the wall, looking at them with great interest.

"Hmm, perhaps," he drawled, moving past her and strutting into her room, serpent headed walking stick tapping against the floorboards as it led the way. "Well, I will admit to you having exquisite taste in decorating," Lucius commended, taking in the simple yet tastefully adorned room. A large sleigh bed dominated the space, and there was minimal furniture, as Hermione preferred to keep things airy and open. "Your bed looks as comfortable as mine."

"I don't know about that, but it comes close," she laughed, watching as Lucius proceeded to lean his walking stick against the wall, running one hand over her plush, grey duvet before sitting down on the edge of her bed.

"No, I was right," he told her with a wink, beckoning Hermione over with one long, manicured index finger.

"Did you leave Severus in my sitting room?" she asked as Lucius pulled her down to perch on his knee.

"He'll get bored enough being alone and will come back here to see what's going on, mark my words," Lucius dismissed, pushing Hermione's curls to the side and kissing her neck.

"We can't be rude," she moaned, tilting her head to the side and allowing his tongue to swipe over her pulse. "Tell Severus to come in."

"What if I don't feel like it?" Lucius purred, bringing a hand up to Hermione's neck and sliding his fingers down to the hallowed notch at the base.

"Oh...damn you...Severus!" she shouted, hoping her voice carried to the front, making the blond wizard beneath her grumble.

It was a minute before the two heard quiet footsteps striding down the hall, the dark-haired wizard coming to a standstill in Hermione's doorway, a smirk on his face as he looked at a gloating Lucius, who now had both arms around Hermione's waist.

"Tell Lucius to be nice," she said. "He wanted to leave you out there by yourself."

"Not so, Miss Granger," he replied, nipping at her earlobe with his teeth. "I said that Severus would come investigate if he sat out there long enough."

Hermione scoffed and swatted him on the knee, wriggling out of his arms and walking over to Severus. "All right, you two look entirely too formal to stay in my little bedroom," she fussed, taking in their austere, black dress robes. "Robes, off. Down to your shirtsleeves, right now."

Severus raised an eyebrow, peering down at the little witch. "I thought you were about to have us strip down to our skivvies," he told her, although he began removing the high-collared robes.

"That isn't a bad idea, you know," Lucius pointed out with a salacious grin, making Hermione and Severus both shake their heads. Once their robes were off and situated on the armchair across the room, Lucius pointed out that Hermione's bed wasn't big enough for them all to sit on, and using a bit of wand work, Transfigured it into an affair that was nearly doubled in size. "Much better," he announced, setting his wand back inside the hallowed notch of his walking stick and taking a seat on her bed.

"Changed your mind about that drink?" Severus asked, stepping out of his shoes and pushing them over to an empty space along Hermione's wall.

"Oh right...have you got anything in the house, love?" Lucius asked, beguilingly looking up at Hermione from his place on her bed, stretched out with one of her grey ruffled sham pillows folded beneath his head.

"Some cheap wine," she laughed. "Are you quite comfortable?"

"Quite," he smoothly replied. "Well, if firewhisky or brandy is out of the question, then wine will do."

"You know I don't drink brandy or firewhisky, Lucius," Hermione told him. "I don't want to grow hair on my chest! Both are as bad as turpentine."

"Are you speaking from experience?" Severus asked, his lip curved up in a slight grin.

"What, about the hair on my chest or drinking turpentine?" Hermione shot back.

"Well, we know for sure there's no hair on that lovely chest," Lucius drawled, reaching over and lazily dragging a fingertip across the swells of her breasts.

"Yeah, yeah, and I haven't drank turpentine either," she laughed, feeling a slight jolt shoot down to her clit when Lucius gently pinched a nipple through her dress. "Hang on, let me get the wine and some glasses," Hermione continued, slipping out of the room. She soon returned with the bottle and three glasses, handing it to Lucius to open. Hermione had forgotten to bring a corkscrew, and she watched interestedly as Severus somehow used his wand to get the bottle open.

Hermione's bottle of wine was polished off, along with two more bottles of elf-made wine that had been Conjured by Severus, and the three were lazily draped atop her bed. Lucius had buried his face in the pillow, politely asking Hermione if she minded brushing his hair.

"He's worse than a woman with all that hair," Severus sniped, watching as Hermione Summoned her hairbrush from the bathroom, straddling Lucius' waist and running the brush through his sleek blond locks. "Like a damn, oversized cat that's begging to have his belly rubbed."

"Oh, Severus, you can have your turn next," he lilted, stretching out even more on his stomach and burrowing his face into the pillow, clearly enjoying the feel of Hermione gently grooming him.

"Has Lucius asked you to brush his hair?" Hermione asked Severus, giggling when she saw the dark expression cross his angular features.

"My name is Severus, not Jeeves, personal fucking valet to Lucius Malfoy," Severus replied in a smooth, deep tone that was incongruous to his words. "Lucius knows that I'd hex his balls off if he asked me to brush his damned hair."

Hermione was overcome with a fit of giggles, shaking so badly that she dropped the brush onto Lucius' shoulders. "Such tawdry language in front of a lady," the blond sniped, his words somewhat muffled by Hermione's pillow.

"He's right; forgive me," Severus told Hermione, who was still laughing hysterically and knocking into Lucius in the process. She was so far gone that she actually toppled off him, landing on her back between both wizards. Lucius was curious to see why she'd stopped brushing his hair and his head popped up, amusement colouring his grey eyes as he peered down at the mirthful, petite witch. Severus also had a smirk on his face, chuckling at Hermione's ebullience.

"Oh, goodness!" she cried weakly, reaching both hands up to wipe away tears of laughter that trickled up to her temples. "You know, I'm curious," Hermione continued once she'd calmed down some. "Just how the hell did you two start...you know?"

"Will you tell her, or shall I?" Lucius asked, his eyes wickedly gleaming across at Severus.

"By all means," he offered dryly, his arms coming around Hermione's waist as she settled back against his chest. Hermione's head lolled back onto Severus' shoulder, her legs stretched out and her feet pressed against Lucius' side.

"Where do I start?" Lucius mused, pausing to cup Hermione's slender feet in one hand, his fingers playfully plucking at the tips of her pink polished toes. "It wasn't until we'd both left Hogwarts. Severus spent a lot of time at the manor, and when we weren't spending time listening to my father drone on and on about the virtues of being pureblood, we were off on our own.

"So one day I asked Severus why he didn't let his hair grow out longer and tie it back instead of letting it fall in his face like it is right now. Even offered to Spell it longer for him but he refused, cursed me in fact, if memory serves me correctly."

"And then this idiots says to me, 'Well, if you won't let me grow your hair longer, at least let me offer you some of my shampoo.' Some fancy rubbish he bought at an apothecary; spent a fortune on it too," Severus interrupted. "I told him I could make it in fifteen minutes but he said he rather fancied the glass packaging and label with its ornate writing."

"Well it was nice, Severus," Lucius said haughtily, turning up his nose and continuing with his story. "Anyway, he took the shampoo in the end. We won't mention the state of his hands and nails-stained and discoloured from Merlin knows what-"

"He tried to groom me within in an inch of my life!" Severus grumbled behind Hermione, his forearm flinching against her stomach. "I flat out told him to stop looking at my damned hands, and you know what this fop does? Forces me down onto his carpet, sits on my back and takes his wand to my hand and manicures my nails, telling me that I won't be going around with him looking as if I was digging for flobberworms."

Hermione broke out into another fit of giggles, picturing Lucius clad in one of his ornate outfits, sitting atop a protesting, murderous-looking younger Severus and forcing a manicure on him.

"I'm surprised you made it out with your manhood intact!" she gasped, looking over at a smirking Lucius.

"Really, he's exaggerating, but it was for his own good," he smoothly replied.

"Exaggerating my arse!" Severus retorted, shifting Hermione in his arms and looking down at her. "You know what he does next? All but shoves me in his bathroom, telling me to wash my hair. And had the nerve to come check to see if I was doing it properly! How the devil do you wash your hair the wrong way?"

"Whichever way you were doing before, Severus," Lucius plainly told him. "I know your hair is lank, but that's no excuse to just let it sit on top of your head like a lifeless lump. You could have put forth the effort."

"I had better things to do than worry about my damned hair," Severus replied. "As I was saying, so I'm standing in this bathroom that looks like it belongs to the Duke, with this fancy bottle of scented shampoo, wondering why the hell I'm even bothering, and here comes Lucius flouncing in, shoving my head into the basin and going at my scalp with all the fervor one uses to knead dough."

"Lucius, you didn't!"

"What?" Lucius drawled with an innocent look on his face. "Severus didn't know how to wash his hair properly, and what sort of friend would I have been to not help him?"

"Oh, you helped, all right," Severus retorted, narrowing his black eyes at the blond wizard. "He told me that the sink wasn't good enough, and that I, excuse me, we, should just get into his shower, where he could do a better job."

Hermione lips curved up into a dirty little grin, as she began imagining the two naked wizards against one another, soap bubbles clinging to their wet bodies. "Soo...then you...right there?"

"It started there," Lucius grinned, salaciously winking at her. "Let's just say, Severus' mouth was always good for doing more than just cutting others down with a well-timed biting remark."

"He has a point, you know," Hermione giggled, craning her neck to look up at Severus.

"Does he now?" he inquired, arching one dark eyebrow.

"I hit a High C, Severus, remember?"

"Hmm, more like an F, but feel free to refresh my memory."

Hermione lifted Severus' hand and playfully nipped at one of his fingers. "So, you two, before you and Narcissa married?" she then asked, unable to stop the small smile on her face when Severus' hand slid up to cup a breast through the material of her dress.

"Cissy has always known about my...proclivities, and I about hers," Lucius replied. "It didn't change anything. And it wasn't as if we were into swapping partners or the like."

"Oh yeah, I remember her telling me that she's only watched you and Severus before," Hermione reflected.

"Yes, my wife tends to lean towards voyeurism," Lucius grinned, now suggestively tracing two fingers up Hermione's bare calf. "Not unlike another little witch we know."

"I didn't do it on purpose!" Hermione shrieked, blushing as she thought back to the day she'd woken up to the sight of Lucius and Severus going at it. "You two intruded on my nap. I was in the room first."

"Yes, and your soaking wet knickers proved that you clearly enjoyed it," Severus murmured in Hermione's ear, tracing his lips along the shell-shaped curve and causing a shiver to trickle down her spine.

"I wonder if they're wet now?" Lucius asked, pushing himself up and leaning over Hermione, urging her thighs apart and sliding a finger beneath the seam of her fancy blue knickers. His fingers immediately struck gold, and the witch let out a small hiss when the tapered digit prodded at her sopping entrance. "Now that is interesting," he drawled, holding his dew slickened fingers up to the light, displaying her blatant arousal before delicately licking it off. "And we haven't even touched you yet."

Between the multiple glasses of wine, her fertile imagination, one wizard holding her from behind and the other dangling over her bare legs, Hermione felt her senses reeling. She had indeed grown aroused listening to their anecdote, but the feel of Lucius' finger sweeping along her cleft merely added fuel to the fire.

"Oh, damn, why is it that I'm never in control of my own body when you two are around?" Hermione moaned, slightly arching her back onto Severus as she felt her walls involuntarily clench.

"Perhaps it's done by design," Severus told Hermione, giving a sinister chuckle as his prominent nose nuzzled into the side of her neck. "But we'll never tell."

Goodness, Hermione thought. She felt boneless and relaxed lying there against Severus, his broad hands gently massaging her breasts, and his lips planting light kisses on the side of her neck. Lucius was softly stroking her inner thigh, remaining just on the outskirts of her knickers.

"That naughty little grin is giving you away," Severus chuckled when he looked down at Hermione's face. "What are you thinking about?"

Hermione grinned stupidly for a moment, her head lolling against Severus' shoulder as her brown eyes finally settled on his face. "I want to watch you and Lucius."

"Told you she was a voyeur," Lucius replied in a muffled voice, his face buried against Hermione's inner thigh.

"Oh, shut up," she muttered, letting Lucius kiss her when he brought his face up to hers. He then shot Severus a knowing look, who immediately moved from behind Hermione and made his way over to the blond wizard. Hermione grabbed one of her oversized pillows and settled herself at the head of her bed, lying across it lengthwise as she waited for the two wizards to carry on.

Merlin help her, but if she said that the sight of Lucius and Severus kissing didn't turn her on, then Hermione would have been making a liar out of herself. The first time she'd watched them, the room was dark, yet bursts of scattered moonlight had allowed her to closely view everything. Now they were in her bedroom, which was softly lit, but the view was infinitely better this go around.

Without a doubt, the two men had kissing perfected to a science. Mouths and tongues skillfully moved against the other, the touch never looking too hard or too soft.

You should know already, dafty. Remember that you've kissed them both? she sheepishly told herself, grinning at the memory. Yes, Lucius and Severus were definitely excellent kissers, among other things.

Lucius had been going at Severus' lips and neck with vigor, his long fingers embedded in his slick, black hair. He barely had his shirt completely unbuttoned when Severus pushed him down at the foot of the bed, swiftly undoing his trousers and pants before pulling out his very erect cock.

"Fuck, you're a bastard," she heard Lucius growl, followed by a deep chuckle from Severus. The dark-haired wizard had firmly grabbed onto the base of Lucius' shaft, letting his thumb press against the sensitive spot beneath his sac, although doing so in a teasing manner. It was plain that Lucius wanted Severus' mouth on his knob, but he was refusing.

"Stop your complaining," Severus suddenly told him, kneeling up to completely remove Lucius' clothing. The blond wizard was soon naked at the other end of Hermione's bed, his sleek hair fanned over one of her ruffled pillows as an equally naked wizard knelt between his splayed thighs. Severus had kissed, licked, and nibbled on various parts of Lucius' body until he was lying submissively; only then did Severus capitulate and take the head of his weeping cock into his mouth.

Lucius immediately let out a deep groan, his hips rising up to meet the hot mouth engulfing him. It seemed that he liked to be touched elsewhere at the same time, as Severus kept running his fingers over Lucius' trembling left thigh, while still taking his entire length between his lips.

Hermione was thoroughly engrossed at the sight that was a mere few inches away from her. Whenever Lucius moaned, her own toes curled up as if she was the one being worked over by Severus' talented mouth. Wanting to see more, she let go of her pillow and cautiously crawled over to the two, settling alongside Lucius.

Severus had rested on his stomach between his legs, and still laving his tongue over Lucius' reddened shaft. Noticing Hermione staring at them with her mouth gaped open, he smirked at her and nodded at her to look between Lucius' legs.

Hermione watched as Severus slightly shifted his weight, bringing his hand up to his mouth and coating his slender forefinger with saliva. He then took the shiny digit and pressed it against the cleft of Lucius' clenched buttocks, slowly pressing it in and curving it upwards, earning a ragged cry from the blond.

Amazed that he was able to come apart from such a simple movement, Hermione was unable to pull her eyes away as Severus began a steady rhythm of finger-fucking Lucius' arse while his mouth moved over the tip of his cock. An abundance of clear fluid was seeping from the tip, more of it cascading down the shaft the faster Severus moved his finger. He seemed to be on the brink of exploding, as Lucius had drawn his legs up, holding them by the backs of his knees, obviously wanting Severus to move deeper.

Yep, definitely about to come, Hermione laughed to herself as Lucius soundly cursed at Severus when he withdrew his hand and stopped. Severus promptly cursed back at him, and ignoring the scowling blond, told Hermione to move closer. Once he instructed her to wet her two fingers, Severus told her how to move them before he retreated and moved to Lucius side.

This was new for Hermione, but she'd gotten so turned on watching Severus fingering Lucius' tight, muscular arse, that she'd been tempted to have a go at it herself. The two were now kissing, Severus' left hand reached down Lucius' stomach as his pale hand fisted the thick length, pumping and twisting it. Telling herself to go on, Hermione rubbed her fingertips against Lucius' tightly puckered hole, feeling her walls throb when he moaned from the contact. Silently praising herself for keeping her nails short, she slowly worked her fingers into his snug entrance, pressing upwards the way Severus directed.

Lucius' deep moans immediately resumed, the sound becoming muffled against Severus' lips. His hips were wildly thrashing, trying to keep in tune with Hermione's thrusting fingers and Severus' gripping fist.

Oh bloody hell, this is fantastic.

It was a heady thing to know that she was making the wizard become more unraveled by the minute. Enjoying everything more than she anticipated, Hermione dribbled a generous amount of saliva into her other hand, wetting her palm and lowering it to Lucius' sac, cupping it and rubbing circles into the tender area. Seconds later, his hips gave a sharp jolt, a deep groan erupting from Lucius' lips as he erupted all over his stomach and Severus' hand.

Lucius was still groaning as Hermione slowly pulled her fingers from the tight, pulsating canal, yet continued lightly rubbing his balls with her other hand. She shifted her weight, once again to feel that her knickers were drenched to the point where it felt as if she'd wet herself.

"So much for watching," she heard Lucius chuckle, looking up to find him peering down at her, amusement apparent in his heavy-lidded grey eyes.

"Yes, but you aren't complaining," she shot back with her own grin. Noticing the pools of white clinging to his skin, Hermione got her wand and cast cleansing charms on them all, eagerly smiling and waiting for the two to continue.

"I'd be an idiot to complain," he replied, turning his attention to Severus, who was now reclining on his side. "Anyway, it's Severus' turn. Get up."

"Why do I have to get up, whilst you get to lounge about like a king?" Severus asked, although he did kneel up on the bed.

"You know I like this position," Lucius replied, sliding his tongue against Severus' stomach before kissing his way down to the thatch of dark hair. Nuzzling his nose against his skin, he worked his lips down to the erect shaft, kissing and nibbling his way to the head before wrapping his mouth around the entire thing.

Severus let out a groan and immediately dug his fingers into Lucius' hair, tightly gripping the blond strands as he literally fucked the wizard's face. It appeared that Severus enjoyed the same treatment to his arse, as Hermione watch Lucius tease the area with his fingertip before gently pressing forward. He wouldn't go all the way, merely inserting his finger to his middle knuckle before pulling it back out.

The teasing went on for several more seconds, until Hermione felt as if she was being taunted herself. She hastily moved to their side, pushing Lucius' hand away and replacing it with hers, eager to finger Severus just like she'd done to him.

Severus shifted his body to allow them both access, and Hermione sank her fingers in his arse up to the hilt, pressing down on that little gland. His reaction was similar to Lucius', and that deep groan was nearly Hermione's undoing. The seat of her knickers were completely drenched, the moisture feeling as if it was about to trickle down her inner thigh. The moans of pleasure from the two wizards almost seemed enough to make her come without being touched, never mind anything else.

Maneuvering her arms to simultaneously massage his sac, Hermione almost forgot what she was supposed to be doing when she began staring at Lucius' mouth moving over Severus' cock. He seemed to know just where to lightly flick his tongue to entice a savory reaction from his lover, and where to press his fingers to make him moan. Severus was rocking back against her hand, moving his hips in a smooth rhythm against her thrusting finger and Lucius' bobbing head. Seconds later Hermione felt Severus clenching down on her fingers, a deep groan pouring from his lips as his cock pulsated in Lucius' hand and shot a generous load all over the blond's lips. When his climax subsided, Hermione withdrew her hand, and Lucius gave his shrinking cock one last lick before allowing Severus to sink back onto the bed, his chest still heaving.

"Was that to your liking?" he asked Hermione, throwing a smirk in her direction.

"I feel like I've wet myself," was the only sensible thing she was able to come up with.

Both wizards chuckled at that statement. Severus moved to get his wand to cast another of many cleansing charms, soon pulling Hermione over to him and Lucius. "Show us," he said, making short work of removing her dress. Lucius slipped off her sodden knickers and bra, and soon the two had Hermione trapped between them. Severus' chest was to her back, one arm around her waist and the other at her head, his hand gently fisting her curls and tilting her head back, slowly tracing his tongue over her lips before engaging her in a deep kiss. Lucius had his hands around her waist, his blond hair brushing against Severus' forearm and her chest as his lips toyed with her pebbled nipples.

Hermione's moan was lost against Severus' mouth when she felt Lucius slide a hand down her stomach, cupping her sex with his palm. She was still completely shaved, and between her legs felt like an oil slick. Lucius took to rubbing the heel of his palm against Hermione's clit, at the same time lightly dipping a fingertip into her entrance.

"You weren't lying, little one," he murmured, pulling his hand back and watching as the moisture clung to his digits in thick strings.

"Sorry, but I did tell you," Hermione mumbled, eagerly opening her mouth when Lucius moved in to kiss her. Severus was still holding her from behind, his somewhat erect cock pressing into the cleft of her behind, his own fingers buried between her folds and stroking her mound.

"There's nothing to be sorry for," Severus assured, pressing his lips to Hermione's shoulder and reaching up to caress her breasts.

Lucius had moved onto kissing the side of her neck, his fingers now stroking the inside of her thigh. Damn, she'd forgotten how good it was being kissed and caressed by the two, and Hermione didn't care what they did to her, so long as it ended with her coming just as hard as they had.

Severus then unwound his arms from Hermione, urging her down to kneel on all fours in the middle of the bed. Both wizards commenced to placing kisses at the back of her neck and down her spine, their warm hands still mapping the soft dips and contours of her body.

Hermione wasn't sure who was laid beneath her abdomen until she felt the unmistakable ridge of Severus' prominent nose pressing against her inner thigh. His long tongue immediately flicked up at her sensitive clit, sending a tremor through her body. Briefly wondering was Lucius was doing, Hermione soon found out when she felt his hands on her arse, spreading both cheeks and gliding his tongue against the tight hole.

Beginning a low moaning, Hermione was unable to remain still as four hands spread apart her most intimate area, two tongues unfurling to sweep over her cunt and arse. Her hips steadily rocked against the hot, lapping tongues, eager for more of the fervent suckling lips that continuously captured her clit and labia.

An emphatic yes! was the only thing that Hermione understood, her own voice sounding completely foreign to her. Little animalistic growls were trapped in her throat, the only sound she was able to make as Lucius and Severus buried their faces into her. Hermione was sure that she looked positively wanton; her back arched and hips pushing back to meet the lapping tongues that never once strayed from her sensitive flesh.

Two long fingers traced around her entrance, applying the lightest of pressure without actually penetrating her. The more Hermione tried to push herself back onto the fingers, the lighter the touches became until they stopped altogether. So far gone to pay scant attention as to which wizard chided her to be patient, Hermione bit back a cry of frustration and buried her face into the duvet, her fingers twisting around the grey material.

Two slender hands were now kneading her behind, massaging and prying the cheeks apart, fingers drifting over her before slowly filling both holes. Severus had her clit trapped between his lips, gently sucking on it and alternating with broad laps of his tongue. Before Hermione could draw in her next breath, she found herself pressing hard into his face, shrilly screaming as her walls pulsated around Lucius' pistoning fingers. Strong hands held onto her hips, keeping her in place until they were ready for her to move. Hermione was still quivering as Severus gave her one last tender lick before sliding from underneath her.

"Oh, my-fuck!," she gasped, now sprawled out and lying with her face buried into the duvet.

Both wizards chuckled as they looked at the prone which, who looked as if she was ready for a nap.

"Surely you don't think we're done with you just yet," Severus laughed, leaning over to sweep Hermione's curls out of her face.

"Do with me what you will," she sighed into the duvet. "After all, it's yours and Lucius' fault that I can't feel my legs." Hermione turned her head to peer at Severus with one eye, finding him sitting up against her headboard and smirking at her.

"Does that sound like a complaint, Severus?" Lucius asked, straddling Hermione's thighs, his semi-erect cock pressing into her behind.

"Oh, shush," she laughed, moaning softly when Lucius pushed her hair aside and kissed the nape of her neck. "You know me better than that."

"This is true," he murmured, pulling Hermione up onto her hands and knees. "Now, little one," Lucius purred, his slender fingers plying her sodden entrance before aligning his now fully erect cock between her folds. "I want you to look at Severus whilst I fuck this pretty little cunt of yours."

Hermione shivered at Lucius' suggestion, his wicked words enough to send a jolt right to her already tingling core. Right then, she felt his thick shaft pressing into her, stretching and rubbing into her walls in a way that was almost sinful. At the same time Lucius kept one hand on Hermione's lower back, the other gently fisting her curls, while he continued to smoothly and steadily fuck her from behind while holding her head up, keeping the line of vision between her and Severus clear.

Hermione had encountered some very trying situations in her life, but at that moment she realized that none of them compared to the feel of Lucius deliciously sliding inside her, pressing and rubbing every sensitive spot, along with some that she remembered only being discovered when she gave herself over to the two wizards she was currently with. Severus was still calmly perched against her headboard, his hand lazily draped over his cock. His black eyes were practically burning into hers, lust evident all over his face as he was clearly enjoying the sight before him.

"You're a wanton little thing, aren't you, Miss Granger?" he purred in a deep, seductive tone that turned Hermione's inside to mush. "You enjoy me watching as Lucius takes you from behind, don't you?"

Hermione couldn't believe it; she actually began to whimper, feeling the stirrings of her orgasm as Severus talked dirty to her in that rich tone that she remembered so well from their first tryst. Letting out a broken-sounding moan, Hermione was unable to keep her eyes from sliding shut, only for Severus to reprimand her.

"What did Lucius tell you? Eyes open, keep looking at me," he commanded.

Hermione's head rolled to the side, but she reopened her eyes, peering at Severus through two narrow slits. Her want was evident on her face, and by the way she kept pushing back to meet Lucius' thrusts, it was obvious that Hermione was right at the brink of release.

Hermione couldn't think, she couldn't blink, hell she barely remembered how to breathe. All she knew was that she needed to come so badly that it hurt, but if she closed her eyes, Lucius would most likely stop, being the sadistic bastard that he was.

"What's the matter, Hermione?" Severus asked silkily, his tone both menacing and provocative. Even though Hermione had been looking at Severus the entire time, she barely registered that he'd made his way over to her, his face now inches away from hers. "Do you want to come? Is that it?"

"YES!" Hermione shrilled, trembling from head to toe. Lucius' thrusts had tapered off slightly, going dast enough to keep Hermione right at the precarious edge, and she was nearly on the verge of crying with need.

"What did I say?" he asked when Hermione's head fell forwards again. Lucius took that opportunity to kneel upright on the bed, pulling Hermione with him. His left hand held onto a fistful of curls, forcing her to keep her head tilted back to allow Severus to look into her face, while his right arm was securely wrapped around her waist, keeping her back against his solid chest.

"I bet all it would take is one, small touch of my fingers, right here," Severus taunted in a low whisper, his lips a hairsbreadth away from Hermione's as one long-fingered hand slid down her trembling torso, coming to rest right at her cleft. Feather-light touches came from his fingertips, grazing her clitoris that insistently throbbed as if it had taken on a life of its own, and was no doubt hard as a Knut.

Hermione would have been in serious danger of falling pieces-literally and figuratively-had she not been held up by Lucius' unyielding arm. His hips still grinded against hers in a circular motion, his cock firmly meeting her g-spot with each thrust.

"Keep looking at me, Hermione, and we'll let you come," Severus coaxed, as if he were trying to get her to be a good girl and take her medicine. Only their brand of 'medicine' was the sort that took Hermione apart from the inside out, completely rearranging her head and leaving her a trembling, moaning mess.

"I can't! Oh fuck, I can't-I'm going to-!" she erupted, bucking wildly between the two wizards before biting down on her lip to keep from outright screaming.

Severus still had his hand gently curved around her sex, the heel of his palm occasionally brushing against her clitoris as Lucius continued moving within her. The contact was just enough to make her want to ride Severus' hand, while still fucking Lucius, but both recalcitrant wizards were well-skilled at pulling back just when Hermione was about to go over the edge.

"Either be a good little witch like we said, or we'll keep you this for hours," Lucius' deep voice purred into her ear. "I'll let Severus rub your tight, aching little cunt, and I'll stay right here, just like this," he continued, slowing down his thrusts to emphasize his point. "Just like this Hermione, until you're begging for release."

By then, Hermione was too far gone to comprehend anything else. Her hands were firmly clutched onto Severus' shoulders, him and Lucius her only method of support at the moment. It hurt, it hurt! Hermione didn't know that being denied an orgasm could literally make her inside clench and knot up, the pain almost bittersweet. Barely able to catch her breath, she forced her eyes back open, looking directly into Severus' face.

"Just like that, love," Lucius groaned, immediately picking up the pace. "Nearly there, aren't you?"

Severus' hand moved more insistently over her, and it was almost as if he and Lucius could pick up on one another's thoughts, as his fingertips rubbed firm little circles around her clit, the cadence in Lucius' thrusts deepening until his balls were smacking against her arse.

It was the straw that broke the camel's back. Hermione's orgasm welled from the centre of her violently trembling body, enveloping her from head to toe, robbing her of every coherent thought and sense, only allowing her to focus on the cataclysm between her legs. Her cries of pleasure were long and hard, never ceasing as she was continually rubbed and fucked throughout the entire ordeal. Completely overwhelmed, Hermione didn't register the tears in her eyes as Lucius erupted inside of her, letting out a roar that was nearly worthy of her house's blazon. Severus still had his hand against her as she came down, and Lucius' head was buried in her neck, the blond wizard's laboured breathing rivaling Hermione's.

The witch was finally laid down on the bed, and she collapsed into a boneless heap. Between her legs still pulsed and throbbed, and even through her incoherent state, Hermione couldn't believe that she was still aroused. She didn't give a damn what Lucius and Severus were doing at the moment, as all of her attention was focused on catching her breath.

Hermione was in no state to protest when she felt someone climbing over her. Shorter, slippery hair brushed against her perspiration-dotted upper back, and she knew that it was Severus who was touching her. Without a word he pushed her damp curls out of his way, and planted his lips at the nape of her neck.

His touch felt soothing after being completely wrung from the inside out, and she gave a soft moan. Severus' erect cock was pressing into the cleft of her behind, and Hermione wriggled against it, trying to get him to carry on. Thus she had no objection when he slid one hand down, placing the tip at her arse, slowly pushing his way inside of the tight orifice.

Hermione was too worked up to feel much discomfort, and soon Severus had both hands on her hips, pressing her into the duvet as he fucked her arse. Her first forays into anal sex had been with both Lucius and Severus that night at Malfoy Manor, and Hermione never forgot how delicious it felt, especially when she had both holes filled at the same time.

Moaning and murmuring incoherently into her duvet, Hermione's hands balled into tight fists as she was steadily worked from behind, Severus' pistoning cock pulling on her labia with each stroke and making her clit tingle and throb once more.

Her moans were so loud to her own ears that Hermione never heard Lucius murmuring, just to the vicinity of the right side of the bed. All she knew was that Severus was still fucking her, while another set of hands urged her thighs further apart. Two thick fingers encased in something that she was unable to instantly decipher slowly filled her other hole, moving in tune with Severus' thrusts. Just when Hermione thought her shrill cries couldn't get any louder, they did, until it nearly sounded as if she were in pain.

It was minutes later when Hermione realized that Lucius had summoned his leather gloves, slipping one on to finger her cunt. Hermione had been utterly taken by the sight of Lucius fingering Narcissa whilst his hand was encased in the smooth, expensive black leather, and it was clear that his wife had enjoyed it, judging by the copious amounts of slick juices that clung to the material.

The feel of Severus' cock and Lucius' gloved fingers moving in tandem was nearly too much for Hermione to handle. Within minutes she broke apart, shuddering and clinging to the bed clothes. Of course, the two wizards were relentless, barely allowing her to catch her next breath before they began urging her to come again. By then all it took was another few strokes for Hermione's resolve to shatter, and she clamped down against cock and fingers, soaking both with her juices.

"You two are going to kill me!" Hermione spat when the two stopped long enough to change positions. Severus rolled over onto his side, taking Hermione with him while keeping her back to his chest. Lucius also rested on her side, lying to Hermione's front, lowering his lips to hers briefly as Severus slid his cock in her arse to the hilt.

Hermione's breath caught in her chest, forgetting how to breathe again when Lucius slipped his leather-covered fingers back inside of her. Groaning and swearing incoherently, Hermione was unable to get enough of the two. Finally, Lucius thumb pressed against her clit, his fingers still pumping and twisting inside of her slick, swollen passage. She didn't think she'd be able to come again, but that theory was dispelled, as another strong orgasm washed over her, making Hermione throw her head back, almost butting Severus in the face had it not been for his quick reflexes.

Severus' fingers bit into her skin when he could no longer hold out, his body jerking against Hermione's as he spilled deep inside of her. She barely heard his deep grunts at her ear, too wrapped up in her own pleasure.

The three lie in a tangled heap of sweat-covered limbs, too filled with lassitude to even think about moving.

"I wonder if Hermione is going to get tired of us screwing her into unconsciousness?" Lucius chuckled, breaking the silence after awhile. Severus lifted his head, peering down at the worn-out witch who had indeed fallen asleep.

"No idea," Severus smirked, frowning slightly as he pulled his softened cock out from Hermione's arse. "Although I doubt it." He then pulled a face as he shifted on the bed, feeling a large wet spot beneath him and Hermione. "Why don't you sort this out?" he suggested, moving him and Hermione to a drier spot of the bed.

"I thought you were supposed to be the valet?" Lucius chortled, although he heaved a sigh, moving from the bed and retrieving his wand.

"Valet my arse," Severus muttered, wrapping himself around a slumbering Hermione once Lucius cast cleansing charms on them all as well as the bed.

"You know, one would think after a round of sex like so, that you would be less surly, marginally, at least."

"Lucius, will you shut up? Hermione had the right idea, and I'd like to get some sleep as well. After all, we did you a favour by going to that damned opera."

"You have a point," Lucius chuckled, using his wand to darken the room before settling onto the other side of Hermione. "All right, I can take a hint. Goodnight, you snarky bastard. Maybe tomorrow Hermione and I can both get you into her shower, see what else we can come up with."

"Keep that up, and we'll shave your head bald," Severus threatened, neatly dodging Lucius' foot as it kicked across the mattress. "Now shut up before you wake Hermione."

Lucius laughed again, but he did fall silent, shortly after falling asleep.
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