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Quartet	By : OracleObscured Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 128263 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 11
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Dyrim2285: Thank you so much for the great review (and your enthusiasm). I'm glad you're enjoying it so far, and I hope you like what's to come :)
DS: "Yesss. I’d like a special friend like that."—wouldn't we all :)
Sorta makes me like him too, but not quite.—oh, not yet. You're gonna have to give Lucius some time. (But I am curious to see when/if you change your mind about him.)
"Draco has a surprising amount of insight into his own motivations. I’m wondering how old he is and how he came to realise he’d moved beyond the superficial.”—[From chapter two: “He was twenty-seven years old for Merlin's sake.”] You and one other person are the only ones who have mentioned Draco’s insight, which I specifically used to show how different he was after so much upheaval. I do see him as vastly altered by the war, and more so by the loss of his mother (which will be explored in greater detail as the story progresses). It has forced him to become introspective (although he doesn’t always know what to do with his new insight).
“Let’s go.” :D If you insist.
3—Staccato
“Every time I think of you, I always catch my breath.”—John Waite
(Lucius)
Lucius smoothly slid his hand from Snape’s crotch and rose defensively when he heard the rustle of movement from the stacks. He was relieved to see Draco appear but was flummoxed by his date du jour. Granger? He thought that bushy-haired brain was just Draco’s friend. They weren’t shagging, were they? Draco’s arm was slung around her shoulders in a manner that could have been interpreted as either friendly or possessive; but she looked absolutely wretched, as if she longed to be free of the weight.
The Lucius of twelve years ago never would have allowed a Mudblood in the Manor, but that Lucius was gone, eroded to nothing by the transformative winds of time and tragedy. Funny how, given the proper circumstances, some beliefs could be dismissed so easily. Blood purity became the folly of youth, a meaningless trinket that had kept his attention with its sparkle and novelty. Now it lay shattered on the ground, nothing more than rust and dust.
Still, he didn’t appreciate being interrupted in the middle of his one night alone with Severus.
Shit. Severus.
Lucius glanced back at Snape. How much had the Granger girl seen? It would be better for everyone involved if their sex life wasn’t made public.
Hopefully it wouldn't take much muscle to secure her silence. He wasn’t in the mood to play big bad Death Eater.
"What are you two doing in here? The party is outside,” Lucius said through clenched teeth.
Draco didn't even flinch at his dark tone. "What an interesting question. Want to tell them what you were up to, Granger?"
A red tide crept up her cheeks, and she covered her face with one hand, speaking not a word but revealing her sentiments nonetheless.
Lucius arched an eyebrow. What the hell was all this about? That annoying little I’ve-got-a-secret smirk was plastered across Draco’s face like a flashing neon sign.
"She's a sneaky little spy, aren't you, Granger?"
"Draco, shut up!" she hissed.
Her irate glare just made Draco laugh. "What do you think I should do with her? Chapter three or chapter four?"
Lucius suddenly recognized the book tucked under Draco's arm. What on earth had they been doing back there? "What do you mean she's a sneaky little spy?"
Giving him that look of annoyed exasperation that children reserve strictly for their parents, Draco explained, "I mean, she was very interested in what you two were doing over here."
Blast it all to hell! She had seen. Lucius needed to nip this in the bud. "Maybe you two should sit down."
"No thanks," Draco shot back. "I think I want to dance with Granger while she smells so good."
The girl slapped both hands over her face as if she wanted to disappear. That boded well for Lucius. It shouldn't take much to intimidate her if she was already uncomfortable. "You'll sit down and have a chat," he ordered in his strictest no-nonsense voice. "Go get your friend a drink."
Lucius took the witch firmly by the arm and pulled her away from his son. Draco's face flickered with hesitancy, but he stiffened his lip and stalked off without another word.
Lucius guided their uninvited undercover agent to the couch. "Why don't you sit down over here?" he suggested, his voice threateningly polite as he stationed her in the middle seat so she was trapped between him and Severus.
Meeting Snape's eye, he attempted to discern the other man's reaction to being discovered by a former student, but Severus hid his emotions better than a poker pro. His expression remained neutral and unresponsive. He just crossed his leg and continued to sip his bourbon as if nothing out of the ordinary were happening. That was fine by Lucius. His mere presence would be enough to assure her compliance.
Lucius sat beside her and took a tense sip from his own glass. "Spying is rude, Miss Granger."
She went rigid, her hands clasped in her lap, her arms clenched like steel strings. "I wasn't trying to spy, Mr. Malfoy. I was just looking through some books."
Draco snorted from the déjeuner table where he was pouring the drinks; she flashed him a furious look over her shoulder.
Lucius couldn't imagine what was going on between them. They certainly didn't act like lovers. "You should have announced your presence."
"You couldn't smell her?" Draco muttered under his breath.
Smell her? Lucius looked at Severus, who was staring at the back of her head as if he could see into her skull. His black eyes shifted to Lucius, and he nonchalantly lifted his hand and ran one finger along the side of his enormous nose as he inhaled deeply. Lucius quirked one brow in confusion. Was that supposed to be some kind of signal? Snape dropped his hand to his crotch, and one pale finger curled back and forth in an unmistakable sexual gesture; he inclined his head toward her with a pointed look.
Ah. She was aroused by what she'd seen. So that's what had Draco so giddy. Well, this certainly made his job easier. Humiliation was much more effective than idle threats.
Draco set her drink on the table, but she just stared at it without moving.
Sinking into the chair to Lucius's right, Draco grinned at the lineup on the couch. "I don't think you need to worry about Granger, Father. As long as you let her watch, she'll keep your secret till the end of time."
Lucius studied their poofy-haired peeping tom. She was trembling with anxiety. Or embarrassment. Or anger. Sliding to the edge of the seat, Lucius set his drink on the coffee table and, as he drew back his hand, grazed his fingers along the side of her knee. She stopped breathing. Good. He had her attention. This was his insurance policy. Gossip was easy to avoid if the witness was too ashamed to talk. The redder her face got, the more secure their secret would remain.
Spreading his legs, he pressed his knee against hers. "Is that what all this is about?" he purred. "A little curiosity?"
Her throat worked as she struggled to swallow, and her eyes locked on his knee with a look of flustered fear.
He slid his hand up his own thigh, brushing the side of her leg with his pinky as he ascended. "Did you like what you saw?"
She stared at his hand as if it were a viper rearing back to strike.
Slowly, he crossed over to her thigh, inch by agonizing inch. He could feel the heat of her body radiating through her dress. Hmmm, no reason he couldn’t enjoy this little game of cat and mouse. How much would it take to scare her away? Resting his palm on her leg, he gave her a light squeeze. "Were you enjoying my book before we came in? If that's what you're into, perhaps I should show you how naughty little spies are punished in this house."
Her eyes went wide, but her gaze never left his hand. She gradually unclenched her fists and clutched the front of her shrug as if she were cold—but he recognized a surreptitious sweaty hand blot when he saw one. Lucius bit his tongue to hide his smile. She was about to bolt. If he ever saw her blushing face in his house again, he'd be shocked. There was no way she’d mention this to anyone.
Sliding his hand up her thigh, he ventured into overtly inappropriate territory. "Whose knee would you prefer to be over first, mine or Snape's?"
Her chest sharply rose and fell as her respiration went into overdrive. Go on, little mouse. Scamper away. Maybe Draco will run after you and make you feel better. "If you take your spanking like a good girl, I'll let you suck on my cock while Severus turns your backside red." He curled his hand in toward her cunny. Three. Two. One. Run.
She opened her legs.
Lucius arched one brow. Brave little mouse, aren't you? Let's just see how brave you really are. "Get over my knee, girl," he growled. "Skirt up.”
She stared at him, panting like a dog in heat. Oh, you're hard up, aren't you, Granger? Hasn't anybody been taking care of your prissy little pussy? Without warning, she abruptly threw herself over his lap; he scarcely had time to register what she was doing. You horny little minx!
"Hey!" Draco protested. "Get up, Granger. He's not serious."
Lucius sneered at him. "Either sit down and shut up, or get out!"
Draco snapped his mouth closed and settled back into his chair with an icy glare.
Lucius brushed his hand up the back of her leg, pushing her skirt up over her bum. The briefest pair of black lace panties shadowed her curvy backside. "How sweet. She's wearing your color, Severus."
Severus cocked one brow, but otherwise, his face betrayed nothing. He sipped his drink as if he were bored. Right. When was the last time you saw an arse like this? Don't act as though this isn't turning you on.
She'd heaved herself into place without forethought, and he would be restricted to using his left hand due to her direction. That should be fine. He could be ambidextrous when it was required. Drawing back his hand, he brought it down with a smack on her right cheek. The impact rippled through her flesh, and she gasped in surprise. Her buttocks flexed as the sting surfaced, but after a few seconds, she relaxed and pushed up her arse for more. Lucius almost laughed. No wonder Draco had taken a shine to this one.
Smack!
Another tidal wave bounced through her bum, and she rolled her hips in a tight circle before arching up in offering. Sweet Circe! What an invitation. That backside would be rosy red before he passed her off to Snape.
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
Bloody hell, look at that wobble. Narcissa fancied a slap on the arse in the throes of passion, but rarely did she allow him to really spank her. He'd been missing out.
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
Lucius had never been a fan of pink before, but he was beginning to see the allure. He sped up, laying into her jiggly cheeks with no pause. Her body rocked against his thigh, her hips bucking and wiggling under the growing heat. Shocked pain and pleasure colored her cries, but it was the pleasure that caught his libido's attention.
After another twenty sharp slaps, he hooked his fingers in her waistband and began to draw her knickers over her hips, going slowly to see if she panicked. "I think we'll have these down now."
Not only was there no protest, she actually lifted her hips to assist in the divestment. What a surprising guest Granger was turning out to be.
Peeling her panties below her backside, he grinned at her glowing posterior. Gorgeous. Lucius rolled her knickers down her thighs until the gusset was prised from her crevice. Turning the crotch inside out, he smirked at the creamy smear soaking the center. "Would you look at that, Severus?"
Her legs snapped shut to hide her reaction, but Lucius used both hands to pry them apart. "No, no, no," he said, chuckling darkly. "Naughty witches keep their legs open when they get a spanking. Show us everything, girl."
There was a second of hesitation, but then her legs spread wide, giving them a glimpse of her glistening fissure. Lucius met Snape's eye with a wicked grin. "I don't think she needs these knickers at all, do you?"
Snape just glanced at her glazed gusset and took another indifferent sip of bourbon.
"Of course not," Lucius answered for him. "Lift your hips, Miss Granger. I'll take these off for you."
She piked her body, displaying even more of her creamy charms, and Lucius pushed her panties down her legs and removed them with a flourish. One deep breath had him surrounded in a haze of feminine arousal. Oh gods. He hadn't smelled that heavenly aroma since he'd last been with Narcissa. His brain flooded with images of her blonde sex spread before him like a pussy platter. An ice pick of memories pierced his heart, and he grimaced at the pain. His sweet angel. He could almost feel the warmth of her downy thigh against his cheek, her fingers tearing at his hair as she came. His chest tightened with sorrow and longing, and his lips tingled with the ghost of kisses long past, never to be felt again. Miss you. So much.
He set Granger's knickers on her empty seat and stroked her arse. He'd forgotten how much he enjoyed a woman's attributes. Severus provided the sex and physical touch he needed to stay sane, but . . . Snape wasn't exactly soft and warm. Well, he was warm—scalding to be precise. But he was about as cuddly as a rhinoceros. While he liked having Snape's strength pressed against him, there was something missing with Narcissa gone. It wasn't just the love, which was heartbreaking enough; it was the way she wrapped him in her arms and melted around him. She accepted him, made him a part of her. Now he had no outlet for all the romantic nonsense blustering about in the pit of his belly. He felt a bit useless with no one to care for.
"Take her for me, Severus." He needed some air. And maybe another drink. All this reminiscing made his stomach hurt. "Teach her a lesson she won't forget."
Staccato—sound or note sharply detached from the next. Clapping hands are staccato. (As is spanking.)
"Missing You" by John Waite. 1984. Written by John Waite, Mark Leonard, and Chas Sandford. Waite was nominated for a Grammy (Best Male Pop Vocal Performance) for the song.
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=K5J1mn_u0rM
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