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Chapter List
- 30
- 31
- 32
A/N: Finally! Crap, this one was long. Despite cutting two mini-scenes from this chapter it still wound up being 1000 words longer than the original.
The next chapter is way shorter, and hopefully I'll have it done quickly, because this story is going to start moving a bit faster from this point on. I'll have to release some of the coming chapters one right after another to keep from breaking up some scenes, so that means I'll often have to rework multiple chapters before I can post. But the next chapter stands alone, so no waiting there.
Hope you all enjoy this, and I appreciate everyone who's stuck with me up till now. Thank you so much for all the patience and love.

LissaDream: "So. Effing. Close. Damnit."--Hahahaha! Stay tuned; I think you'll like this chapter.
"I got to the end and literally wailed a “Noooo!"--:D I know how you feel (cough-Desert Sea-cough). I hope this one settles the ache for you :)
DS: "I really worry where this is going to end up."--Don't worry; be happy. :D Part of the answer will be taken care of in this chapter. :)
"He sounded earlier like he’d rather have nothing than hurt the others . . . but it certainly didn’t end that way."--He is rather torn on the issue. He knows what he wants, but he's prepared for the worst. As usual.
31—Concerto
“Oh, I need it. Oh, feel it, feel it, my love. See what you’re doing to me.”—Kate Bush
(Hermione)
As the Malfoy’s winding driveway passed beneath their feet, Draco gave her clammy fingers a reassuring squeeze. When Hermione glanced at him, he flashed her his I’m-a-bad-boy-with-a-heart-of-gold smile, the one that usually drenched her knickers in two seconds flat. Unfortunately, she was too nervous for random bouts of pussy leakage. His gallant efforts elicited nothing but a weak grimace.
Snickering, Draco lifted her hand to his lips and kissed the curve of her knuckles. “Is it really that bad?”
“Is what that bad?”
“Whatever it is you plan to tell us tonight.”
Hermione winced, her incessant doubts stabbing her fragile confidence in the back. “I don’t think it’s bad. I’m just not sure how everyone will react.”
“Are you going to leave one of us?” he asked quietly, his eyes fixed straight ahead on the house.
“No!” she sputtered in disbelief. “Of course not!”
Draco’s shoulders dropped, and the apprehension drained from his face. “Then I think we can all handle it.”
Hermione clutched his hand. How could he think she might leave one of them? And judging by his reaction, he’d been afraid it would be his head on the chopping block. Was he seriously questioning her attraction to him after what they’d just done at the restaurant? It wasn’t every day that she consumed a cum aperitif in the loo before the dessert arrived.
Although, truth be told, she was becoming rather proficient at on-the-go blowjobs in unusual locations. And imperceptible hand-jobs. And silent orgasms. Thank Merlin Lucius always sprang for private box seats or they would have been kicked out of every symphony in France.
Hermione smiled to herself, semi-embarrassed by her new skill set. But shining through that dwindling layer of propriety was a core of fierce pride. Who would have ever suspected that swotty Hermione Granger, the girl who had more books than friends, would turn out to be the three-time snake wrangling champion of the British empire?  Her pulse raced at the memory of the naked lust in their eyes, the desire, the need. They never derided or dismissed her insatiable appetite; they just fed her a constant diet of approval, stoking her furnace until the passion within her roared.
And then they added more fuel to the fire.
That realization gave her a small boost of courage. She didn’t really know how she was going to say what she needed to say once they got in the house, but she hoped beyond hope that they would hear her out and help her come up with a viable solution.
She couldn’t go on the way things were. There was too much pressure to choose, too much anxiety, too much turmoil. It wasn’t fair to any of them.
Draco escorted her through the front door, and their footsteps echoed across the marble floor of the vast foyer. Hermione’s palms began to sweat, but Draco didn’t seem to mind; he just gripped her hand harder so she didn’t slip away.
As they approached the library, Hermione’s stomach tangled into a ball of agitated serpents. Pressing her fist to her abdomen, she fought the unsettled lurch of her dinner. What if Lucius or Severus decided she was being too selfish or demanding? What if they were getting tired of sharing her? What if they didn’t want to hear what she had to say?
Draco pushed open the door to the library, and Hermione blew all the anxiety from her lungs with a gale force exhalation. Please don’t puke.
But it appeared her fears were for nought. The library was empty. 
Draco threw her a baffled look. “They said eight, right?”
Hermione nodded.
“Maybe they’re upstairs. Perhaps we’ve caught them mid-shag.”
Hermione perked up, her fear tempered by the one thing that could override her logic. “Really? We’d better hurry then.” She dragged him back out the door and through the halls, lengthening her stride to reach the stairs first.
Draco snorted and hurried after her. They padded up the curving staircase at a rambunctious pace, but Hermione stayed on her toes, making hardly a sound in her heels.
She’d passed many an hour imagining those two going at it in Lucius’s bed, and walking in on them had been the inciting incident of several masturbatory storylines. What would they do if she caught them for real?
As they neared the bedroom, Hermione slowed down to listen. Lucius’s voice floated through the open door, and Snape’s reply followed, but sadly, she detected no heavy breathing or expletive-laced grunts.
Lucius asked Severus if he wanted more wine, and Hermione huffed in exasperation. They were just talking. Probably not naked. Coming to a stop in the open doorway, she spotted them in Lucius’s silver and cream sitting area next to the balcony. Damn. They were both dressed. Snape looked like a black smudge in his white wingback chair, and Lucius looked like a Persian cat, his platinum hair falling perfectly over his shoulders.
They both saw her at the same time, and their conversation fell silent.
Lucius smiled warmly, rising from his seat. “You’re here. And you found us. I should have left you a note downstairs.”
Hermione pulled Draco along to keep him from being left out, but he patted her arse to indicate she should greet them as she usually did. Grinning, she wrapped Lucius in a hug, and he tipped back her head for a hello kiss that lit up her clit like a flood light. Bloody hell, was there some conspiracy involving the Malfoy men and utter knicker destruction?
Drawing her into the solid strength of his arms, he utilized the shelter of his entire body to make her feel welcome. She had no idea how he did it, but her nervousness quieted in his unyielding embrace.
Lucius drew his finger down the bare skin of her chest, trailing along the neckline of her dress. “You look absolutely gorgeous tonight. Did Draco take you someplace nice?”
“Yes. Antonio’s.”
“This dress is far too exquisite for Antonio’s,” Lucius scoffed. “But it's definitely your color . . . Pulsating Pussy Red.”
Laughing, Hermione shook her head. “Most people call it crimson.”
“Most people have no sense of color,” he returned haughtily.
She snorted and pinched his nipple though his dress shirt. “You’re so right. I’ll call the crayon people in the morning and let them know about the name change.” She pecked his lower lip and gave him a wide smile. “Let me go say hello to Severus, and then we can talk.”
“Very well,” he whispered and pressed a final kiss to her forehead before releasing her.
Hermione spun around, the sheared layers of her skirt flaring out below the knees where her mermaid dress loosened into floaty ripples. Severus wasn’t the only one who knew how to billow. She flashed him a crafty smile to let him know she’d been studying his technique.
Snape quirked his brow in an acerbic arch, but there was a tremor at the corner of his mouth, and she knew he was trying not to laugh.
Hermione bent down and kissed his cheek. “I missed you,” she whispered.
He remained silent, but she clearly saw the answering “And I you” in his eyes.
Hermione smiled to let him know she got the message.
Draco was sitting nearby on the divan, and as she slipped into the space next to him, his arm automatically went around her, and he languidly tickled the bare curve of her shoulder.
Hermione leaned into the protective cove of his body and clasped her hands in her lap to keep them from trembling.
Lucius sat back and crossed his leg as if settling in for a night of engaging conversation. “So what’s on the agenda tonight, my dear? Severus said you wanted to talk about something important.”
Hermione nodded and swallowed hard. How was her mouth so dry all the sudden? How could salvia just disappear in the blink of an eye? After unnecessarily clearing her throat a few times, she reached over and gripped Draco’s knee. Now that she was in the spotlight, her heart had decided the proper course of action was to pound so hard her entire circulatory system throbbed like a bad migraine. For a second she was scared to open her mouth, worried that her dinner would finally make its great escape.
Draco reached across to wrap his fingers around her bloodless hand, and she smiled in thanks.
“Go ahead, love,” Draco murmured. “Out with it.”
Hermione took a deep breath and looked to Lucius and Severus. “I’ve been thinking about us a lot lately.”
When she hesitated, they both nodded at her to go on.
“I know all of you have been avoiding the subject, probably to ease some of my stress, which I appreciate, but I can’t not think about it. You’re all constantly on my mind, and trying to choose between you is tearing me up inside. I can’t go on like this.”
A twinge of panic flickered over Lucius’s face, and Hermione realized he shared Draco's fears. Not wanting to worry him unnecessarily, she quickly continued, “I can’t choose. I won’t. The thought of giving up any of you makes me physically ill.”
“So what exactly are you saying?” Lucius asked quietly. “What do you want to do?”
“I want . . .” Hermione paused and stared at Draco’s hand, searching his manicured nails for the right words. She felt so greedy asking for even more, but she didn’t know what else to do. “I want all of you. For real. Not just this wait-and-see dating thing we’ve been doing. I came here today to tell each of you how much you mean to me.” She looked up at Draco and squeezed his hand. “And that I feel connected to all of you in ways I never have with anyone else.”
Draco grinned and tickled her knee with the side of his pinky.
Hermione heaved out a relieved breath—grateful that at least Draco was still on board—then turned to Lucius again. “If all of you feel the same way about me, then I’d like to see each of you more often—and by that, I mean as much as possible. Draco’s the only one I get to see every day, and I miss you and Severus so much during the week.”
She met Draco’s eyes again. “I don’t want any of you to feel competitive about this, because to me it’s not a competition. It’s . . . it’s as if the three of you make me whole. I know that sounds horribly cliché, but I don’t know how else to describe it.”
Lucius cleared his throat, and when she looked at him, he crossed his arms over his chest and began to trace the lines bracketing his mouth with the tip of his thumb and forefinger. “I’ve been thinking quite a bit as well.”
“About us?”
“Yes. I was thinking how I wanted to see more of you.”
Hermione’s heart almost exploded. He wasn’t upset. He wanted the same thing.
Lucius’s granite eyes dropped to her feet, his brow lowering into a tight line. “But then I wondered how in the hell we could possibly make such a thing work.”
Hermione’s face fell, her stomach hollowing out like a drum.
Lucius looked up, and when he saw her stricken expression, his eyes softened. “I realized there was only one answer that would satisfy all those involved . . . and that would be for you to move into Malfoy Manor.”
Hermione’s mouth dropped open. Was he serious? Move into the manor? Her throat locked up, catching her breath in staggered gasps. Turning to Draco for help, she found him looking equally stunned.
“You and Severus,” Lucius said with a pointed glance in Snape’s direction. “I think you both should live here. There’s plenty of room, and honestly, this place is too bloody quiet. It drives me absolutely insane.”
Snape just stared at him, not even blinking. Hermione couldn’t imagine what he must be thinking—but a seed of hope took root in her chest. She wanted Severus to say yes more than anything in the world.
“We can renovate the dungeon and put your lab down there if you’d like,” Lucius continued. “Hermione can see all of us every day—and we can see her. She can sleep with whomever she chooses . . . or alone if she gets sick of the sight of us. Draco can take her to work in the morning, and we can all have dinner together each night. Hermione will get the library she’s always dreamt of. And we can make you a study in one of the extra rooms if you don’t want to spend all your time in the dungeon.”
Severus licked his lips and titled his head in what was almost a contrite dip. “I think I should mention that . . . I’ve decided to retire.”
Lucius’s usual cool vanished, his blond brows arching toward the ceiling in animated surprise. “What? When?”
“I informed Minerva at the leaving feast that I wouldn’t be returning next year. She’s already interviewing candidates for the position.”
Lucius didn’t seem to know what to say. For several seconds, he just moved his jaw as if someone had forgotten to match up the audio with the action; but then he shook off the shock and wiped one hand down his face. When he met Snape’s eye again, he was smiling. “Are you sure you’re ready to give up the joys of teaching?”
A tiny smirk tugged at Snape’s cheek. “I’ll miss Hogwarts, but familiarity isn’t reason enough to stay.”
Hermione’s voice made a valiant return, and she blurted out, “Now you can spend all day on your research and testing. That’s what you had in mind, right?”
Severus nodded, silently studying her.
She sank her teeth into her lower lip, debating whether or not she should state the obvious. A cautious smile pulled her lip from her bite, and she managed to sound relatively innocent when she said, “You could do that here.”
“I could. What about you? Will you be reserving a room at Hotel Malfoy?”
Hermione’s heart raced, hammering against her breast like a carpenter on crack. This was a huge step—one that had completely caught her off guard—but every cell in her body screamed at her to accept. Should she follow her instincts? Or should she play it safe like she usually did? She looked up at Draco, who appeared to be on the verge of rapturous combustion. The light in his eyes told her all she needed to know—he was desperate for her to say yes.
Lucius was better at hiding his feelings, but even his facade was showing some uncharacteristic cracks. That piercing gaze drilled into her, as if willing her to accept with the power of his mind.
The only reservation she had was the possibility of public backlash. If people found out she was living at the Malfoy’s, the gossip train would jump the tracks, and the animosity she dealt with on a daily basis would hit a new high.
But being with the three of them seemed so right; she’d never felt a pull that strong. The urge gathered in her like a building storm, the turbulent winds pushing her through the manor’s front door. Swallowing hard, Hermione closed her eyes and searched her soul for the right answer. Her heart and pussy were both voting yes. Her brain wavered, preparing to veto the proposal with some depressing logic that would protect her from any possible harm. But then, for absolutely no reason, she heard a clear yes in her head, and she blinked open her eyes in amazement. The decision was unanimous. “As long as Crookshanks is welcome . . . I accept your invitation.”
Draco grabbed her in a wild bear hug that almost lifted them both off the divan. “This is great! We can see each other all the time. We’ll go to work in the morning, and then we can come home and be together all night.”
Hermione shared his excitement, but she did have practical matters to deal with. Like Harry and Ron. “What do you think I should tell everyone when they find out I’m living here?”
Draco waved off her worry. “Pick the room next to mine. We can share a bathroom, and I can peek at you in the shower.”
Snape gestured absently with one hand to catch her attention. “Everyone already thinks you’re dating Draco. They’ll just assume you’re shacking up.”
That sounded plausible.
“And Crookshanks is welcome here,” Lucius added. “Anything you want, just say the word.”
She couldn’t imagine what else she could want. Living with three wizards sounded like plenty.
“What should I do with my flat?” she asked Lucius. He knew about things like that.
“Do you want to keep it?”
Her gut said no. Some part of her believed she’d never need it again. Her pragmatic side told her to keep it just in case, but then she figured if something horrible happened, she could always stay with friends until she found a new place. “No, I don’t need it anymore.”
Lucius smiled. “I’ll take care of it first thing tomorrow. Severus and I can pack up your belongings while you’re at work and have you moved in by day’s end.”
“Really? What are you going to do with all my furniture?”
“There’s tons of old furniture up in the attic—we’ll simply put it in storage.”
“How will I find anything?”
“We’ll put everything away in your new room the way it is at your flat.”
Severus narrowed his eyes at her and then snorted softly. “She’s scared we’re going to discover all her deep, dark secrets.”
Lucius leered with perverse curiosity. “What secrets?”
“They’re not secrets,” Hermione interjected, blushing brightly. “I just don’t want you jumping to any conclusions based on my toys . . . or reading material.”
Lucius burst into an unexpected guffaw but quickly got himself under control. “Severus and I won’t make any assumptions. Sometimes fantasies are just fantasies. And when have any of us ever asked you to tone down your reading material?”
A sheepish smile slipped over her lips. “Never.”
“And we never will. As for the toys, I think it’s safe to say, we’ll need you to provide detailed demonstrations on a nightly basis until we’ve all become compliant with the proper usage.”
Oh gods! All of them watching her get off, wanking over her as she fucked herself stupid with every toy she owned. Muffy started to drool, and Hermione had to lock her thighs together to keep from wetting her knickers. “Okay. That sounds good.” She met Snape’s eye and searched for some indication that he might also consider calling the manor home. “What about you, Severus?”
“I don’t have any secret toys. You’ve befriended my entire arsenal multiple times.”
Hermione’s face heated. “No, not the toys. I meant are you going to stay too? Here. With us.”
Severus frowned indecisively and stroked his chin between pinched fingers the way he did when mulling over a decision. “I don’t know . . .” 
Lucius made a small noise of disbelief that summed up the disappointment they were all feeling. When Severus saw their expressions, the side of his frown wobbled into a half-smile that made Hermione’s heart soar. He’d decided. That tricky bastard.
“I suppose a change in residence sounds acceptable,” Severus said nonchalantly.
Lucius actually let loose a real smile and sat back as if relaxing for the first time in weeks. “Excellent.”
Excellent was putting it lightly. Hermione felt as though all the chaos and confusion in her life had just been obliterated in less than fifteen minutes.
She wasn’t foolish enough to think that their union would be all sunshine and daisies; keeping such a complicated relationship afloat was going to take serious effort and commitment from all of them. But for the moment—at that very second—all was right with the world. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been so happy. Truly happy. Not just relieved or content. Happy.
And her first happy thought was decidedly odd. She realized that their joyous occasion had been brought about by none other than the illustrious Muffy V. Granger. Thanks to her cunning cunt she’d found three wonderful men who not only matched her passion and gave it right back to her but who sought to take her higher, to give her more than she’d ever dreamed.
‘Oh, so you’re listening to me now, are you?’ her pussy drawled.
You know I am.
‘Then you’d better pull these three together as soon as possible and get them working as a team.’
Hermione smiled. Team Granger. Without consulting a single book, she knew exactly how to proceed.
Grabbing Draco by the back of the head, she gripped his silken blond hair in her fist and pulled him down for a celebratory snog. As soon as their tongues met, he was moaning and easing her back as if he wanted to mount her right there on the divan. Hermione didn’t even try to contain her giggling, too punch drunk for such niceties like control.
His lips left her floundering, his kiss cutting off all access to her rational mind. Her brain pitched about, swimming in her skull until she felt as if she was about to capsize. When she pulled back for air, Draco nuzzled her nose and continued to drizzle her bottom lip with love.
“Mmmmmm,” she purred. “You know I need more, but I don’t want Lucius and Severus to feel left out.”
Draco smirked and gave her one last quick peck. “Nanny told me good boys share.”
Hermione sputtered with laughter but nodded in agreement. “Yes, she did. And you’re a very good boy, aren’t you?”
He growled and pulled her closer. “Your good boy,” he whispered in her ear.
Her heart did a spastic tap dance in her chest, and the backs of her eyes burned with ecstatic tears. Hermione wrapped her arms around his neck and clutched him to her breast to keep her heart from beating out her body. “Yes. My good boy,” she murmured.
“And you’ll stay with me tonight?” he whispered. “In my bed.”
“All night, love.”
When she stroked his cheek, he turned his head and kissed her fingers, allowing his devious tongue to linger on her thumb before taking her by the hand and helping her up.
“Go on,” he said with false innocence. “I’ll be waiting.”
Hermione returned his sly look and then spun around to face Lucius. His mouth opened, and she could tell by the set of his upper lip that he was going to make some snide comment about Draco hogging her attention. So she simply pounced before he could complain. Bending down, she sealed her lips to his and then, as she plundered his mouth in a no holds barred oral assault, she hitched up her skirt and climbed into his lap. When her pussy was snug against the soft bulge growing in his trousers, Lucius made a low noise deep in his chest, and with a firm jerk, he held her against his body and countered her tactical maneuvers with a few hip thrusts of his own.
His tongue was hungry for hers, and Hermione sank into his embrace as he tasted every inch of her mouth. Although he sometimes let her take command of the kissing, he would often slip back into the captain’s chair with no warning. The sudden switch always caught her off guard, but for some reason, when he did it this time, it made her want to break into delirious laughter.
Pulling back, she sighed happily and brushed his cheek with her fingertips. “Thank you for asking us to stay here, Lucius. That was really thoughtful of you.”
He grinned broadly and rested his forehead against hers. “It was purely selfish on my part. I wanted nothing more than to have you in this very position every single day.”
“That’s not selfish; it’s honest.”
His forehead twitched with a curious quirk. “We can do this every morning if you like . . . and when you come home from work.”
Mmmmm, the Slytherin Special.
“We also can have breakfast sex in the morning whenever you like.”
Hermione snickered. “Sounds entertaining. What else are we going to do?”
“Now that it’s summer, we can use the pool. You can go skinny dipping; no one will see you except us.”
“I’ve never been skinny dipping. Are you going to come in with me?”
“Possibly. I’m sure Draco will volunteer. He’s out there most days.”
“What about Snape? He looks like a mean Marco Polo player.”
Lucius chortled, his eyes darting over to the man in black. “I’m sure he is. I’ve never seen him in the pool though.”
“Perhaps you just didn’t offer the right incentive.”
“I never offered any incentive. Do you really think you can talk him into it?”
Smiling sweetly, Hermione rolled her pelvis against his distended crotch. “Let’s find out. Severus?” she said, turning to look over her shoulder. “When I get home from work tomorrow, do you want to go swimming with me?”
Surprisingly, Snape looked interested. “What will you be wearing?”
“My birthday suit.”
One side of his mouth curled into what she could only describe as a contemplative leer. "I've always wanted to give you a soaking wet spanking.”
Hermione shivered as the lubrication filling her folds spilled over and trickled past her labia. Yes, please! “You’ll go swimming with me? Starkers?”
“I will if Lucius does.”
She turned back to Lucius with a grin of triumph, and he burst out laughing when she celebrated her victory with a gleeful mini-dance.
Gracefully inclining his head, he congratulated her, “I bow to your superior powers of persuasion.”
Hermione peered over her shoulder so she could see Draco. “You have to be naked with us too.”
"You don’t have to talk me into it, love.”
“Oh, I’m definitely going to like it here,” Hermione said wickedly, turning back to Lucius.
“And I intended to keep it that way,” Lucius replied as he leaned in and touched his mouth to hers
Hermione gave him a heartfelt kiss but pulled back before he could shift into full snogging mode. “Hold on,” she whispered, placing a finger to his lips. “I want to make sure Severus gets a proper welcome too.”
A lazy smile settled over his face, and he relaxed his grip on her hips. “Very well. To be continued.”
He helped her up, and Hermione scurried over to Snape, falling into his lap with a smooth twirl. Her arms went around his neck, and she pecked his cheek before pulling him in for a tight hug. “I’m so glad you’re staying,” she whispered. “I’d miss you terribly if you were the only one not here.”
She kissed his jaw to punctuate her point, and he snaked his arm around her waist to draw her closer. His lips found her ear, and she shivered when he murmured his reply in a velvety rumble. “I expect you to visit me in my lab every day. Preferably naked.”
Hermione snorted and leaned back to look at him. His obsidian eyes were softer than usual, and he actually looked pleased by her clingy snuggling. 
“I’ll do my best,” she said with mock earnestness, “but it sounds frightfully chilly.”
“I’m sure we’ll find a way to keep you warm,” he purred, and then in a complete departure from his usual modus operandi, he pressed his lips to her temple in the softest kiss she’d ever experienced.
Hermione’s heart leapfrogged her larynx, filling her throat, and it took several seconds before she remembered to breathe. What had brought that on? Was he so caught up in the moment that he broke his own no-kissing edict, or had they met some milestone she was unaware of? Looking into his eyes, she saw no regret. Only amusement. As if her befuddlement struck his funny bone.
She was so confounded she had no idea how to react. It felt as if they’d been on some long, perilous journey and, suddenly, they’d made it safely to shelter together. The only thing competing with the heart-jolting elation she felt was the sheer relief. That he wanted her. That he had it in him. That he wasn’t as detached as he pretended.
“Is it time for our housewarming orgy?” Severus murmured, tenderly brushing her hair back from her face. 
The tingling trail of his touch lingered on her skin like sparkling fairy dust. Hermione nodded blankly. She couldn’t think straight—his lips were mesmerizing. She stared at them, wondering how, after all those long hours in his classroom, she could have overlooked the sensuality of that fascinating mouth.
“Perhaps you should show Lucius how much you appreciate his hospitality,” he said with a devious lip quirk that made her pussy contract.
“Are you going to help me?” she countered.
Severus chuckled. “I’ve already shown Lucius my appreciation today.”
She put on her saddest face. “Without me there to watch?”
Smiling, he shook his head. “You’re incorrigible.”
“And imaginative. If you knew what I make you and Lucius do in my head . . .” She trailed off with an enigmatic smile.
Severus traced the curve of her cheek and then drew his fingers to her chin in a smooth curl. Leaning in so their noses bumped and his mouth hovered directly over hers, he whispered, “Wait until you see the real thing.”
Hermione’s stomach tumbled over itself, her brain lighting up like a pornographic sparkler. Her exhalation stuttered out, shaky with want, and he parted his lips ever so slightly, as if inhaling her need.
He didn’t shift positions, and she didn’t dare move. Hermione wanted to stay right there, breathing in the dark heat straight from his mouth. Every cell in her body was suddenly wide awake, and the heady scent of bourbon and chocolate on his breath had her high as a kite.
With a slow-motion tilt of his head, Severus shrouded them behind a privacy curtain of black hair, and her stomach went from fluttering to throbbing, as if her pulse were now centered in her duodenum.
He licked his lips, but they were so close, Hermione couldn’t see it—she could feel the damp slide of his tongue just a millimeter away. Her nerve endings were wired. She drew in a shuddery gasp that made it sound as if she’d forgotten to breathe, but her body was just so desperate for more oxygen she was sure she’d implode if she didn’t inhale the whole room.
And that was when she felt it. The barest pressure, as if a feather had fluttered onto her lower lip. He placed the gentlest kiss imaginable in the center . . . and then two more to either side, as if he didn’t want to miss an inch. Her entire body thrummed, dangling on the edge of surreality.
Severus delicately sipped her bottom lip into his mouth, and Hermione’s insides melted like a candle in a raging inferno. Oh gods! Was that her moaning? Her face was tingling so hard she couldn’t tell if those were sound vibrations tickling her lips or just hallucinatory jolts of pleasure.
The slick tip of his tongue traced the seam of her mouth, and she shivered in his arms. Holy fuck! Do it again!
But he didn’t. Instead, he dispensed a swath of soft kisses over her upper lip and then leaned back and looked into her eyes. She couldn’t move . . . or detect any brain activity. Was she non-functional now?
Snape smiled as if pleased by her comatose state, and he ran his thumb along her chin . . . down to her throat . . . and then down to her chest, where he fingered the scooped neckline of her dress.
“Why don’t you take this off and show Lucius what he’s gotten himself into.”
Hermione nodded. Yes. Sounds brilliant. Any tips on how to strip without the use of one’s arms and legs?
Severus’s smile quirked higher, and he slid his other hand to her back where he found the top of her zipper. “Shall I do the honors?”
Hermione nodded again.
Snape’s fingertips swirled in a light circle, tickling the skin between her shoulder blades before he began to lower her zip with all the speed of a lethargic tortoise. He somehow angled his hand so the scarred pad of his index finger slipped over her spine on the way down—and when he got to the base, he splayed his warm palm against her naked skin and brushed his thumb along the small of her back, right above her knickers.
Hermione convulsed and arched hard, her body wailing for more. Apparently she wasn’t paralyzed after all.
“Mmmm,” he murmured. “Lucius is going to love what you’ve got on under there.” 
His eyes dropped to her breasts, and she realized he was getting a sneak preview down her loosened bodice; her skin prickled as his black gaze caressed her cleavage. She looked over at Lucius, who was watching them hungrily, his grey eyes half-lidded with lust. Turning her head in the other direction, she saw Draco opening his belt, his tented trousers ready to burst at the seams.
A ripple of excitement coursed through her veins, and her nipples hardened to painful spikes against her bra. Breathing deeply, she accepted Snape’s proffered hand and rose from his lap. Her head spun, but she wanted to ride the rush and take advantage of her heightened senses. If they touched her while she was still electrified from that kiss, she might light up the whole room with the power of her pussy.
As she stood, her dress began to slip, and instead of stopping it, she encouraged gravity to have its way with the garment. Undulating her upper body, she let her arms go slack, and the dress dropped to the floor in a whoosh of crimson flame.
Her bra and knickers were also red, but overlaid with burgundy lace. When Lucius saw them, his head lowered in a wolfish dip, as if he was scenting the air for prey.
Muffy gushed out a silent invitation for him to come and sniff her out.
Hermione smiled and stepped out of her discarded dress. She wanted to make sure Lucius got a good look at his newest gifts before she took them off.
Stopping a foot from Lucius’s chair, she fanned her fingers across her chest and leaned her weight onto her left hip. Something about being the center of their collective desire made her body do the most unexpected things. It wasn’t just the lecherous attention or the longing in their eyes—it was the men behind the erections. It was the pleasure she found in them and the magic they shared together.
Peeking over her shoulder at Draco, Hermione was delighted to find him already unzipped, cock in hand. With a luxurious half turn, she faced him head on. Or tits-on as the case may be. His roving eye landed on her chest and froze as if enraptured by the presentation. She started toward him, swaying her hips to make sure Lucius and Severus were getting the full effect of her sheer knickers.
She stopped in front of Draco and slid her hands over her bra. Draco started to pant, and his wanking-fist tightened. This was how she liked to tease him when he was tied up: slowly stripping, reminding him what he could be doing, touching herself until he was begging to do it for her. He wasn’t restrained now, but he looked just as desperate.
Reaching back, she hooked her fingers around her bra catch, and after an unnecessarily long pause, popped it open. Draco’s brow puckered, and she knew if they were alone, he’d be whimpering for more. Crossing her arms, she eased the lace down and let it slide to the floor. As soon as her breasts were bare, Draco was leaning forward as if he might tackle her, but Hermione tossed him her bra, almost hitting him in the face, which snapped him out of his Seeker’s trance.
He had to remain seated until she was done undressing—and she still had a pair of soggy knickers to peel out of her pussy.
Slipping her thumbs into the elastic at her hips, she wiggled the sides a few inches lower. Then she glanced back at Lucius to make sure he was watching.
Not only was he watching, it looked as if he’d been hit by a Petrificus Totalus, his grey eyes zeroed in on her bum, his posture stiff as a statue. That stony stare was almost tactile, and her skin erupted in a wave of gooseflesh. In his eyes she glimpsed a touch of both carnality and affection, animalistic passion and safety.
Her clit purred in approval.
Blinking herself back into reality, Hermione glanced over her other shoulder at Severus. He was staring right back at her, his inky eyes hooded but warm—the same look he sported when she was on top and he was enjoying the ride. He subtly licked his lips, and Hermione felt a corresponding tickle over her own mouth. Her body seemed to still be tuned to his, their nerve endings intimately connected.
Smiling to herself, she turned back to Draco, who had her bra clutched to his face as if he couldn’t breathe without it. Hermione gave him a conspiratorial smirk and slowly bent over, sticking out her arse toward Severus and Lucius and then edging her knickers down to her thighs.
Being completely drenched, her gusset stayed plastered in place. She could feel it wedged between her lips, and she knew they only way to free it was to either tug it out or loosen her pussy’s grip. She opted for the latter.
Arching her back as deeply as she could, Hermione opened her crevice slightly, and cold air swept over previously concealed areas. It wasn’t quite enough. Stepping her feet further apart, she gave them an X-rated view that the gossip rags would have paid a million Galleons to get their hands on.
Her knickers found the freedom they needed, and when she rolled them down her thighs, she swore she heard the squidgy suction of sopping material being pried from a swamp. Face hot, she mashed her mouth tight to keep from giggling.
Pulling her legs back together, she eased her panties to her knees, and they plummeted to the ground with a heavy weight that could only be caused by absolute saturation. 
She observed her own lubrication with scientific interest. How the hell had she made all that without falling prey to dehydration? When she lifted her foot to disentangle herself from the puddle, someone growled behind her.
“Those. Are. Mine,” Lucius ground out. “Bring them here.”
A trickle of ready agreement dripped from her labia. Taking a deep breath, Hermione rose and snagged her knickers with the tip of one finger, dangling them on her nail as she slunk over to Lucius like a badass goddess on the catwalk. She didn’t even know her body could move like that—but it seemed to be drawing its newfound slinkiness from the sexual energy pervading the room.
When she was toe-to-toe with the elder Malfoy, she coyly bit her lower lip and swung the red lace back and forth as if to hypnotize him.
Quick as a cobra, his hand shot out and caught her by the wrist. His eyes wandered over the gusset, lip curling in a feral smirk. “What’s all this, my dear?”
Her heart hammered, riled by his strong grip and the dark caress of his refined voice. “I’m so wet, sir. I think need to come.”
He pulled her closer, drawing her panties toward his face. When the lace touched his nose, he inhaled deeply, and his eyelids drooped until she could see nothing but thin slits of grey. “And how would our favorite princess like to come tonight? The choice is all yours.”
Hermione’s mind raced with a million images at once. “Anything I want?” she whispered. The possibilities were endless—and yet she knew her answer without a doubt.
Lucius chuckled and nipped the lace from her finger with his teeth. He dropped her knickers into his lap and, using his other hand, stuffed them into his pocket. “Anything at all,” he murmured and then kissed the inside of her wrist. “I’m dying to know what kind of ideas those ribald books of yours have been inspiring.”
Her cheeks flared. Draco had heard a few of her fantasies, but she’d never had to spell out her desires to all of them at once. That was far more intimidating than a one-on-one revelation. “Promise you won’t laugh.”
“Only if it’s funny,” Lucius countered.
“I’m serious.”
“It’s already getting funnier.”
“Lucius!”
“All right, all right,” he said with a placating smile. “I promise not to laugh.”
“Okay.” She took a deep breath. “I . . . I want you all to come on me.”
True to his word, he didn’t laugh, but his lips were dangerously twitchy. “Don’t we always?”
“No. I mean, yes you do, but I . . . I want you all to come on me at roughly the same time.”
“What, like a bukkake bonanza?”
“Yes.”
“Really?” he asked, cocking one eyebrow. “On your face?”
“Or my tits,” she said, looking down at them. “Anywhere you want really. Just don’t hit me in the eye or anything.”
Lucius looked at Snape. “Did you hear that request?”
Severus nodded once, his eyes somehow growing even darker.
Smiling fondly, Lucius brushed his fingertips along her open palm and then loosely twined his fingers through hers. “How do you want to do it?”
Hermione looked over her shoulder at the room and shrugged. “I guess I could kneel on the floor and you three could stand around me. I could suck you and touch you till you’re ready to come, then you could all . . . take over.”
“You mean wank in your face?”
Her body pulsed with a surge of knee-quaking arousal. “Yes.”
“And how are we to pleasure you if you’re on the floor?”
“I guess you could get me off afterward.”
“If I might make a suggestion,” Snape interjected.
“By all means,” Lucius replied cordially, as if they were discussing dinner plans.
“I think she should get on the bed and masturbate for us. If she’s on her back, we’ll have a wider range of available . . . targets.”
“That does sound preferable,” Lucius agreed heartily. “What say you, Miss Granger? Would you like to be spread out on the bed for us . . . every inch of your luscious body on display?”
“Yes, sir,” she husked. “But . . . just one more thing.”
“Name it.”
Hermione leaned down and brushed her lips over his. “If I’m going to live here, you have to stop calling me Miss Granger.”
Lucius smiled broadly. “But it makes you so wet.”
“No, you make me wet,” she clarified in a heated whisper. “Mr. Malfoy.”
Chuckling, he conceded with a brief nod. “I can still call you princess, can’t I?”
“Oh, yes,” she assured him. “I love being your princess.”
Lucius placed a light kiss on her lower lip, and a flood of tingling heat raced through her face. His fingers trailed down her neck, and she almost lost her balance. Holy hell! Thank Godric they weren’t all coming on to her at once—she might have passed out from sensory overload.
“Why don’t you climb up on the bed and get comfortable. We’ll join you as soon as possible.”
Hermione smiled and, as she turned, kept her fingers wrapped around his, lingering until distance forced them to drift apart. She wanted to take the bed at a running vault and beach herself like a naked starfish, but she knew the value of presenting Muffy in the best light. The more turned on they were, the more fun for all involved.
As she passed Draco, who was blindly removing his clothes so he could keep both eyes on her, she gave his leaking knob an appreciative look and suggestively wetted her lips. He started stripping in double time, leaving his clothes in a rumpled heap around his seat.
Hermione smiled and kicked off her shoes as she climbed up and crawled across Lucius sinfully soft bedding. It was like kneeling on a downy cloud. Smoothing her hands over the material, she reveled in the satiny slip under her fingers.
More!
Arching her back, she dropped her chest and let her stiff nipples graze the surface. The buds tightened to bullets, and she moaned quietly.
The silken honey dribbling from her center surged out in a fresh wave. Gods! She needed to come. Were they undressed yet? She peered around her arm. Severus was still unbuttoning his shirt, but Lucius was half naked. And Draco seemed to be engaged in a battle of wills with his trousers and shoes, obviously trying to take off the former before removing the latter.
Hermione huffed anxiously and buried her face in the counterpane to stifle her groan. Sliding down flat, she rubbed her over-sensitized skin against Lucius’s luxurious bedding, rolling and grinding and stimulating her clit indirectly to get herself going.
When she couldn’t stand the anticipation any longer, she flipped over and spread her knees, stroking her inner thigh, creeping up on her pussy to keep it guessing whilst her other hand skied along the hills of her breasts; she wouldn’t touch her nipples yet—not until they were stiff and begging for it.
Her sneaky right hand wandered into her bush and skimmed over the surface, just barely buzzing the tips. Her hips went mad and bucked her into a high arch. Holy fucking hell, they’d better hurry! Relaxing back down, she opened her legs wider and swooped past from the other direction. Her clitoris pulsated—hard—and she winced at the sharp urgency.
Just a bit more.
Extending her middle finger, she traced the line of her slit with one upward swipe. Her pelvis quivered as she passed over her clit, and she gasped out loud, shocked to find the little nubbin so swollen that it poked past her outer lips. Grazing it once more, she hissed, feeling as if the bundle of nerves had been stripped of its protective hood and laid bare to the elements.
Hermione closed her eyes and tested her nipple to see if it was equally exposed. The gathered tip was rock hard to match her clit, and bumping it produced the most delicious ache that tugged at her core.
As lightly as possible, she continued to brush and tap at the pebbled flesh, sending bolts of shuddery zaps down to her pussy. 
There were times when she sought out a rough touch—pinching, slapping, pounding—but other times, like this, her body seemed to switch to some other wavelength, where even a breeze could tease her to the edge of climax. She loved to play in that state, hovering at the brink, building herself up as slowly as she could, reveling in each buzz and clench.
She knew that the immense pressure in her pelvis foretold of a orgasm that would obliterate Lucius’s bed in a tidal wave of juice. Had her Slytherins spotted the telltale pussy pulses that indicated an imminent orgasm? Hermione spread her legs wider and prayed they’d see how little time was left.
Someone brushed her cheek, and Hermione’s eyes snapped open. She couldn’t help grinning when she found Snape kneeling to the right of her head, his straining cock directly in her face. What an angle. He smirked down at her, and loosely pumped his shaft with one hand.
“Ready?” he asked sarcastically.
Hermione nodded and looked around for Lucius and Draco. Draco was on her left, kneeling by her chest, while Lucius knelt in the vee of her open legs, his wanking hand not an inch from her pussy. She could feel the muggy heat of his sex roasting her vulva, and the subtle sensation had her keening piteously.
Draco caressed the underside of her breast, his fingertips feather light, just as hers had been. “I can take care of this if you like.”
He neared her nipple, and Hermione’s body involuntarily spasmed. “I like!” she assured him.
Draco smirked and delicately circled her areola.
Lucius slid two deft fingers into her pussy, filling her and stimulating every hot spot he could reach. “I’ll lend my assistance as well . . . but we all want to see you getting yourself off, so keep polishing that shiny pearl, princess. Don’t you dare stop.”
Stop? She was living out one of her favorite fantasies; she couldn’t stop if she wanted to. Lifting her head, she surveyed her surroundings, and Muffy went absolutely mental. Coooooocks! Are you seeing this? Merciful Merlin! Look how hard they all are. And that smell . . . Goddammit girl, I'm starving.
Draco gently painted the side of her breast with his desire as he ghosted his fingertips across her chest. Lucius was stroking himself at roughly the same pace as Draco, his velvety head tapping her inner thigh like a hot poker. He quirked his brow when he saw her gawping, and Hermione responded by dipping her middle finger between her lips and lightly circling the perimeter of her swollen nub. Fuck! She didn’t know if her overeager clit was responding to the sexy situation or the expertise of Lucius's wiggling digits. Or maybe it was Draco’s insistent nipple play. He was a master of scintillation, skimming each bud with the grace of a figure skater. Every time he hit a speed bump, her hips jolted with an electric shock. Hermione watched his movements with rapt concentration, wondering when the next tremor would hit.
Severus turned her face toward his with his free hand. “Is this what you’ve always wanted, little girl? A wizard to satisfy your every wish?”
She looked up at him and nodded, unable to convey the magnitude of bliss suffusing her body at that very moment.
When he saw how desperate she’d become, Severus smiled and nudged her cheek with the damp crown of his cock. Hermione turned to engulf him, but he pulled away.
“Uh uh uh. What do you say?”
“Please may I suck you, sir?”
A snakey grin pulled at his mouth, but he shook his head in denial. “No, you many not. But if you would like to kiss it, I’ll allow that.”
Well of course she wanted to kiss it. Who wouldn’t? Hermione nodded in agreement and waited for him to bring that beast back within reach. Snape gave her a warning look and carefully laid his glistening tip against her lips. The contact made her entire mouth tingle. Keeping her lips soft, she kissed his frenulum and then extended her tongue to taste the musky salt flowing from his fluted head.
“Just lips,” he admonished.
Hermione sighed and did her best to stimulate him without licking. He kept sliding his fist along his shaft, and she sucked his shifting foreskin every time it folded over the ridge of his corona. She wanted to stick out her tongue on the next slide and trap it in a cocoon of cock, but she had a feeling that if she deliberately disobeyed him, he’d call a halt to her pleasure and spank her in front of everyone.
Not that that sounded awful, she just didn’t want to lose her pussy momentum. And a spanking might knock her out of her hyperawareness.
“Good girl,” he whispered. “You’re going to have to tell us when you’re getting closer. Simultaneous orgasms are difficult under any circumstance, but when there are this many people involved, it becomes much more complicated. You have to keep us updated if you want us to come with you.”
“How?”
“On a scale of one to ten, how close are you right now?”
“Ten is orgasm?”
He nodded.
“I guess seven.” But it would be eight if she actually touched her clit instead of dancing around its boundaries.
Snape glanced at the other two wizards and nodded. “We’ll catch up. Tell us whenever you go up a number.”
Hermione didn’t know if she could play statistician in the heat of the moment. It was rather distracting having all three of them touching her at once . . . and she was never all that coherent once Snape’s cock was out and about.
He bounced his glans against her lips, and she automatically rolled out the taste bud welcome mat. How many times had he told her to stick out her tongue so he could spank it with his cock? Okay, maybe spank was too strong a word, but she liked the images it conjured. He couldn’t teach her to respond one way and then expect her not to react on instinct.
Snape frowned. “What did I just say?”
“I’m sorry, sir. It’s an automatic reaction.”
Lucius chuckled. “Now that’s what I call training.”
Severus shook his head. “It’s not about doing things automatically. It’s about control and being present. We’ll work on that more later. I know how much you enjoy following directions.”
Did she ever. And Snape's directions were the best. Draco lightly pinched her nipple, and her eyes flew to his.
"Is that where you learned to order me around?”
She managed to grin around her delirious panting. “Mostly.”
"No wonder you’re so good at it.”
Lucius curled his fingers, and the liquid pressure in her pelvis screamed for release. “You’re so swollen inside, princess. Are you preparing to christen my bed?”
She moaned, “Yes,” into Snape’s heavy hard-on.
“Hear that, Severus? High tide on the horizon.”
The sloppy squish of her sex was mortifyingly loud. It sounded as if a wall of water was churning inside her, waiting to be unleashed. Hearing the proof of her own excitement turned her on even more. “Eight!”
Severus chuckled. “Yes, I do hear it. Perhaps we should alert the coast guard.”
Draco gently tugged her nipple, and she arched off the bed. “Unh!” Her pussy kicked things up a notch, but instead of rubbing faster, she almost stopped. Overstimulation would only slow her roll. “Eight and a half.”
Severus pulled himself from between her lips and drew an “S” across her cheek, leaving a wet trail cooling in its wake. “Lucius was right—you look lovely tonight, Miss Granger.”
“Thank you, sir.”
Draco tweaked her other nipple, and chills shot down her spine. She grabbed hold of his forearm with her left hand and clamped on.
Hissing, he flexed his muscles to fend off the gouging. “Not so rough, Hermione. I think I’m bleeding.”
Lucius sniffed derisively. “Don’t be such a pussy. You should count yourself lucky to be wounded in battle.”
Draco flashed him a glaring sneer that made Hermione’s heart clench. Before they could get started on each other, she rubbed the scratch marks from Draco's arm with the pad of her thumb and murmured, “Draco is not a pussy. Please play nice, Lucius.”
Lucius rolled his eyes but acquiesced with a nod.
Hermione grinned secretively at Draco. “I just get carried away when you touch me.”
Draco’s smile transformed his face from stormy anger to cruisy calm. “I know, love. I’m covered in black and blue reminders. I couldn't make it through the day without them.”
Snape’s eyes wandered over Draco's body, and she knew he was looking for injuries.
Good luck; they're all on his back and bum. He healed the rope burns so no one at work would see them . . . and he had probably healed his bum, too, so his father and Snape wouldn't guess what they’d been doing.
“Still at an eight and a half, Miss Granger?”
She nodded.
“Does Lucius need to finger your bottom?”
Her cheeks went pink with humiliation, and her pussy threatened her with a series of rippling twitches. How did he do that?
“By the color of your face, I'm going to guess yes. Ask him nicely and tell him how much you like it.”
Bloody hell! This is a lubricious nightmare. But she wanted that finger more than anything. 
“Um . . . Lucius . . . will you please . . .” Fuck! Asking out loud was harder than she expected. Damn performance anxiety! “Will you . . . finger my arse? I love it.”
“Nice try,” Lucius said with a snicker. “If I know Severus, that was nowhere near acceptable.”
One finger brushed her backdoor, and a spasm rocked her sphincter.
“Nine!”
“Lucius is right,” Severus purred. “Say ‘Please finger my naughty bottom. I’m a dirty little girl who needs filling. I love the way you stretch me.”
What! As if she could remember all that.
“Say it,” he growled.
“Please finger my naughty bottom, Lucius. I . . . I can’t remember what else you said.”
“I’m a dirty little girl who needs filling.”
Hermione almost burst into hysterics at his pronouncement, but she knew levity wouldn’t get her a bum full of finger anytime soon. “I’m a dirty little girl who needs filling,” she repeated.
“I love the way you stretch me.”
Well, that was factual. “I love the way you stretch me,” she said, meeting Mr. Malfoy’s eyes.
“Much better,” Lucius murmured.
He added a third finger to her pussy, lubing all three in her ample silk. Then he eased his ring finger free, and the juicy tip prodded her pucker.
“Mm-m-m,” she whimpered. “Nine and a half! Nine and a half! Nine and a half!”
When she unthinkingly stuck out her tongue again, Severus pulled away with a reproachful frown. She couldn’t help it. Her mouth wanted to suck, and his dick was right there.
"Third infraction, little girl. Your backside is going to be glowing tonight.”
“Nine and three quarters!”
Draco started laughing, but she noticed everybody was priming the pumps a lot faster.
Lucius’s fingertip wiggled inside, and her eyes rolled back. Hermione carefully pressed her clit, barely moving, riding the edge of ecstasy.
“I think that spanking might lead to round two.” Lucius said, his chuckle rich and low. “She must have been leaking all over the bed when you paddled her last night.” 
Snape smirked. “She was. And you should have seen the state of that paddle. She gave it another coat of lacquer.”
Did Snape tell Lucius everything they did? She didn’t know if that was hot or humiliating. Muffy spilled out a trickle of “yea” votes for hot.
Severus cupped the side of her face with one hand and drew the warm pad of his thumb across her bottom lip. Whimpering plaintively, Hermione opened her mouth, hoping he’d take pity on her and fill it with something phallic. A look of interest flickered in his onyx eyes, and raising two fingers in benediction, he blessed her with both digits. Hermione moaned gratefully as he caressed her tongue and gently fucked her mouth with a sensual in and out that spoke of teasing patience rather than passion. He was playing with her again, possibly testing to see just how little it took to get her off. 
“Take her over, Draco. She’s just about there,” Snape murmured.
Draco’s touch skirted the summit of her left nipple, strumming lightly before slotting the bud between his index and middle finger. She knew what was coming, and when he snipped his fingers closed and tugged, she saw stars. Snape’s digits abridged her “ten,” but she did her best, “Ehh!”
Her pussy seized, and an avalanche of pleasure took hold of her body. White light exploded behind her eyelids, and her muscles trembled so violently she was afraid she might inadvertently hurt one of them. Liquid surged from her folds, drenching Lucius in a sudden deluge, and her brain instantaneously went blank, the baptism washing her mind clean.
The warm spatter of Draco’s ejaculate fell across her chest like summer rain, and not a second later Lucius spilled his seed over her lower abdomen. A wet blob blasted her cheek, and she would have flinched if her eyes hadn’t already been shut. Snape dragged his pulsing knob down her face and the next squall hit her chin and dribbled into the valley of her throat.
Being covered in the proof of their lust—in triplicate—was the strangest sensation. Hermione let go of Draco’s arm and clasped the cameo Severus had left at her throat. She rubbed his essence into her skin and slid her hand down to her breasts, where she smeared Draco’s contribution into her thudding heart. Lower, her hand smoothing over her belly, she found Lucius’s deposit. Massaging it into her mound, Hermione smiled, delighted by the tingling warmth dancing over her skin.
Instead of coming down from her high, she stayed in its thrall for half a minute more, pirouetting on the brink of mindless euphoria. Her skin prickled and flushed, as if she’d just walked into a freezer and found the sun. Her nipples peaked, stiff as frozen marble. Every inch of her body tuned to a higher frequency. A single stroke of a feather would have shattered her sanity. “Oh God!”
She reached for Draco and Severus and tightened her legs around Lucius in an attempt to steady herself. The whirling room slowly returned to normal, but the pulsating thrum pumping through her veins didn’t diminish. Her skin was electric, sparking and humming like an engine.
when Lucius stroked her thigh, and Severus skimmed his fingers over her forehead, she almost bridged off the bed in a spastic fit. “Fuck!”
Draco rested his hand in the center of her chest and eased her back down. “You all right, love?”
“Open your eyes, Miss Granger.”
Hermione blinked and found Snape in her face.
He pressed his palm to her forehead. “You’re burning up. Are you all right?”
“My skin is buzzing,” she whispered.
The valley between his eyebrows deepened. “Still?”
“Yes, sir.”
He smiled softly. “I think you’d better rest before we try anything else. Draco, why don’t you get her a glass of water?”
“Sure,” Draco said as he bent down to kiss her clean cheek. “Be right back.”
Her eyes fluttered as the tickle from his lips rippled across her skin like concentric circles in a pond. “Thank you.” She was awfully warm.
“You ate enough, didn’t you?” Lucius asked as he traced a circular path around her bellybutton.
Hermione reached down and touched his hand to make sure she wasn’t hallucinating. “Yes.”
Lucius wove their fingers together, and Snape settled on his side next to her. When Hermione turned and looked at him, he leaned in and kissed her forehead. Her eyes drifted shut. The residual hum still skittered over her skin, but she suddenly felt much better. Tranquil even.
Blinking open her eyes, she smiled at him. “I think I’m ready to do that again.”
Lucius chuckled and squeezed her fingers. “Severus is right. We all need a break after that. And we have plenty of time to welcome you home.”
Hermione loved the sound of that. Her new home.
With her three Slytherins.
She began to giggle, the remaining tension in her body floating away. Having no idea what had struck her as funny, she laughed even harder, wondering if there was some truth to the myth that excessive masturbation made a person mad.
 “What’s with her?” Draco asked, carrying a glass of water over to the bed.
Lucius wiggled his fingers inside of her, and she shuddered with a powerful aftershock before bursting into riotous laughter. Slapping her hand over her face, she attempted to rein in the crazy, but she just wound up spattering Snape’s remaining jizz all over her face—which she found positively hilarious.
Lucius patted her flank in a soothing manner. “Some witches get the giggles after a good orgasm. Just let it run its course.”
When she began to snort into her palm, they all started snickering, and Severus wrapped his hand around her wrist to peel her hand from her face. “Now you’ve gone and ruined your dessert. I’ll have to make you another batch.”
Hermione glanced at her glistening hand and, without thinking, licked his cream from her fingers. She could taste all three of them on her skin, their combined essences spackling the cracks that crisscrossed her palm. The guffaws died back down to giggles, and she sighed heavily, relieved she could breathe normally again.
Going still, she closed her eyes and tried to identify the different notes of flavor as they washed over her tongue. It was impossible. They were all blending together. Opening her eyes, she smiled up at them and made the only request a witch could make when surrounded by three delicious Slytherins whose balls were apparently loaded with nothing but salty white chocolate: “More.”
Her new roommates did not disappoint.
Concerto—A composition written for a solo instrument. The soloist plays the melody while the orchestra plays the accompaniment.
"Feel It" by Kate Bush. Written by Kate Bush and released in 1978. This song came out on Kate's debut album, The Kick Inside, when she was 19; but many of the songs were written when she was in high school. I love Kate, and this is one of my favorites. I have a soft spot for all songs about female sexuality, but there are so few that aren't tainted by society's pervading male-centric influence. This song stands alone as an ode to pleasure for the sake of pleasure, an anthem to mutual exploration; it radiates an openness to experience that is lost in our results-oriented world of now now now. I'm in awe that someone so young captured such a beautiful sentiment in such a brilliant song.
https://youtu.be/IbgwhPTkVjg
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