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A/N: Well this took for freaking ever. But now I’ve got four chapters ready for you all. I’ll post one a day until they’re all up. And I looked ahead, and I think a bunch of the upcoming chapters won’t need rewriting or anything—just editing—so I should be able to get them up faster. The only thing slowing me down is that I’m still not feeling well. I guess I’m going to have to go to a gastroenterologist or something (because it’s been a rough past week involving far more vomit than I care to see). It’s times like this I wish I still took copious amounts of tranquilizers.
Lots of smutty plottiness ahead. Happy reading, everybody!
Lissa: I forgot to check my email/reviews before posting that last chapter, so I missed replying to you in time. (But better late than never :)) Glad you enjoyed it, and I hope you like what's coming up. (I know how much you like a good dose of Severus.) <3
Book_addict_89: I'm so happy you've been liking the story so far, and I'm grateful for the review <3 I love hearing what my readers are thinking :) More chapters coming your way.
DS: "Sorry I’m late with this one."--No worries. I know you'll be around sooner or later. "I know a good word for this . . . starts with ‘p’ ;)"--Hahaha! I won't tell you how long it took me to figure out what you were talking about here; you'd think my brain had melted (and it might have at that time). And the Seveco interaction . . . :) hmmmm . . . My readers on AO3 have had a lot of warning about this, because I listed them as a pairing in the description, but I guess all the other sites might be a bit more shocked. While I've hinted at the attraction on Draco's part, this is the first purely physical interaction between them. (and--*gasp*--it isn't sexual; I know, what's happening to me?) I guarantee you Severus isn't acting on Hermione's wishes. Some of his motives will be revealed in this chapter, but the unfolding of their connection is part of the plot and it's only going to become more embroiled as the story continues. Tangled webs are the just the beginning :) (And Lucius's reaction will come to light in the not to far future.)
arblack80: Glad you’re liking the story <3 Yeah, I had to get four chapters read this time, so it took a lot longer (plus I’ve been sick, so I wasn’t working as fast). But there should be some faster updates coming up soon. :)
35—Whole Note
“(Are you ready?) Yes, I’m ready.”—Barbara Mason
(Severus)
Severus was surprised how quickly he adjusted to sharing a bed with three other people. Heaping all that superfluous breathing atop a tangled knot of sweaty limbs sounded like the perfect recipe for a sleepless night. But instead of experiencing insomnia till the crack of dawn, he found the whole arrangement felt superbly natural. Peaceful even. After only a week, he caught himself longing for that time of night when the four of them were linked in Malfoy’s bed, curled up in a cluster of comfort.
Hermione was still shagging one of them alone in the evenings, but as the day dwindled to a close, they would all drift toward “the big bed.” They’d pile in and wind down from the day, each of them engaged in their own nighttime ritual. Like him, Hermione chose to read until the sandman’s arrival. Lucius was usually engrossed in some contract or calculation, scribbling out sums in a small ledger he kept for notes. Occasionally, Draco had work to review before a meeting the next day, but when he didn’t, he flipped through Quidditch magazines or, more often, cuddled up to Hermione and quietly groped her as she read. She didn’t seem to mind.
Lucius’s jealousy was visibly piqued by their prolonged contact, and he was undoubtedly billing the snuggling as extra Draco time; but Hermione somehow diffused his ire and managed to keep both Malfoys satisfied. Perhaps that was due to her unerring ability to supply just the right balm for their individual wounds. She certainly had Lucius's number. Each night, in the shadow of sleep’s approaching thrall, Hermione’s hand would invariably be joined with Lucius’s atop Snape’s chest. She would stroke and pet every knuckle, every fingernail, dancing over his palm in a sugary sweet waltz of romance and warmth.
Some nights they bade Severus to participate, stacking his hand above theirs in a tower of tenderness. But even when Severus just watched, he was still intimately involved, his chest acting as their dais, his heart beneath their hands.
Night after night, Lucius would fall asleep with his chin on Snape’s shoulder, his lips near his neck so his soft breathing lulled Severus into a hypnotic slumber. Hermione would be plastered to his side, her foot lightly rubbing along his calf like a dying second hand winding to a stop. Severus had gone from spending the majority of his nights in bleak solitude to being buried alive by lovers.
And then there was Draco . . . Draco, who was so hungry for affection—especially from an older man.
Severus was fully aware of his godson’s unspoken and, as yet, unfulfilled need for a compassionate father figure. Lucius was unlikely to step up, and Severus really didn’t mind lending a helping hand. So to speak.
Now that they were sharing a bed, it seemed perfectly acceptable to stroke Draco’s head until he dropped off. And if Severus was completely honest with himself, it relaxed him as much as it did Draco. It didn't hurt that Draco’s cautious reciprocation mercilessly plucked at his heartstrings.
And his balls.
That wasn’t a response he’d been expecting. Not that he tried to fight it; he just wondered what the hell was going on in his brain. There seemed to be some crossed wires in the circuitry. Or perhaps Hermione was unintentionally training him to associate care with climax.
That might account for some of his reactions. But not all. The thing was, his attraction to the youngest Malfoy had been growing since he'd taken up residence at the manor. At first he thought it was simply Draco’s resemblance to a youthful Lucius that had inspired his libido—a perverse stroll down memory lane as it were. But that didn’t explain the ongoing curiosity, because once a person got past the surface features, Draco didn't resemble Lucius at all. The boy possessed a vulnerability that Severus had never seen in the Malfoy patriarch. Was that tripping some kind of protectiveness alarm in Snape’s system? Had Hermione awoken some new caregiver gene in his DNA?
Possibly. But he thought it much more likely that the sudden windfall of shagging in his life had caused his endorphin-riddled brain to associate Draco with all things sexual. He could no longer look at the boy without seeing him in some sordid scenario—rolling about the bed with Hermione, his raging cock shining with her lust, the taut muscles of his arse flexing as he thrust into her. Who wouldn’t get hard thinking such things?
But he’d have to play those inclinations by ear. Draco might only be interested in the more platonic aspects of their relationship. If he was, Severus was fine with that. Just because his body wanted something, didn’t mean he had to be a slave to its demands.
Speaking of which . . . 
Severus glanced up from his book to watch Hermione read. She was nude, her legs hidden beneath the sheets but her naked chest on full display. His cock tensed at the sight of those stiff cherry blossoms piercing the open air. This tiny little imp of a witch—with her blasted bare breasts and unruly nipples that demanded his attention with utter impunity—this girl was the glue holding together their motley crew of rehabilitated reprobates. Without her they would have languished. Draco would have continued substituting sex for real connection. Lucius would have stayed wrapped in the cold embrace of his gold—with Severus as the only witness to his stifled humanity. And what of himself? He’d be locked in his private lab all night, probably naming his test tubes and conversing with them like old friends as he slowly went insane.
But instead of a life plagued by desolation and destruction, he was thriving. With his surrogate family. In his new home. And it was her passion he had to thank for that. For some unfathomable reason, she actually wanted a bunch of damaged ex-Death Eaters. She saw something in them that no one else could.
And she made him see it too.
Lucius suddenly bubbled with charm, and Severus couldn't help noticing his oldest friend's blossoming vitality. She was responsible for that. Wasn't she? Or had Twenty-four Carat Lucius always been there, hidden deep beneath the surface? Perhaps she wasn’t just their sensual goddess of debauchery; maybe she was also their fiery goddess of transmutation, burning away Lucius’s impurities until only the desirable qualities remained. She’d done the same to Draco, transforming him from an arrogant slag into a thoughtful boyfriend.
But Hermione hadn’t actually done a thing. Her mere presence had caused Lucius and Draco to shift and grow. They’d done all the work themselves without even realizing it.
Was Severus also a new man? Had she altered his outlook and made him more appealing? If she had, she was a truly gifted witch and deserved another Order of Merlin.
Now that he gave it some thought, he had been feeling different. Lighter. Less angry. But how could any man’s personality not take a turn for the better when he had a beautiful, attentive lover greeting him with a million watt smile every single day? It was damn nice to have someone around who only saw the best in him. Not just someone who put up with him or grudgingly tolerated his less appealing traits. She really wanted him—just as he was.
Just as Lily had once favored him.
Lucius had been wrong about his reasons for holding back with Hermione. It wasn't fear of rejection, and Snape wasn’t worried about her being taken away. Well . . . he was a little; bad things happened—that was the story of his life. The real issue was one of devotion and betrayal. And habit. Lily had been his raison d’être for so many years he couldn’t imagine doing something as crass as replacing her. That wasn't honorable. And he wasn't even sure if he could so much as function without the crutch of Lily’s memory; he’d been propping himself up with it for so long it had worn a groove in his psyche. Granted, he wanted to take care of Hermione, and he knew he was starting to love her; but never would he allow himself to fall in love with her. A safe distance would need to be maintained, just as he did with Lucius. Severus would give her what she needed, but it seemed prudent to leave the deeper sentiments to Draco and Lucius. It was doubtful he possessed such feelings anyway. He’d cut off his emotions long ago. The fact that she’d unearthed what she had was a miracle.
Hermione the miracle worker. Snape smiled to himself and closed his book. It was time to repay some of that charity. Ducking his head, he used his prodigious nose to push aside the wispy strands of hair that had escaped her bedtime braid. Brushing his lips across her ear, he rumbled a silky, “What are you reading tonight?”
“Runes in Ruins,” she muttered.
“Mmmm,” he purred. “Very erotic.”
Snickering, she nodded. “It is to me.”
“Are you wet?”
Hermione looked up, her brown eyes dancing with mirth. “No.”
“Would you like to be?”
Ah! There was the smile that made his stomach flip. 
"What did you have in mind?” she asked deviously.
Severus glanced back at Lucius, who met his eye with a questioning quirk of one brow. Inclining his head, Severus indicated that he should put away his work, and Lucius’s curiosity immediately morphed to sly collusion. 
Turning back to Hermione, Snape set the play in motion, tickling the shell of her ear with the tip of his tongue. “It’s not what I have in mind, little girl—it’s what you have in mind. I know what fantasy you’ve been fixating on for the past couple of weeks, and I think it’s time to make it a reality.”
As his words sank in, her ribs expanded sharply, a splash of pink staining her breast.
"I think you’ve waited long enough to have that tight little bottom penetrated,” he growled, enunciating each word so his voice trickled over her senses like honey. “Tell me the truth, is my little girl ready for her first buggering?”
She slipped her hand into his and squeezed his fingers in a death grip. “I am . . . but I’m . . . apprehensive.”
“I know,” he murmured. Pretty much everyone was nervous their first time, but he was confident she would enjoy it—if she could relax. “It may feel strange at first, but I promise it won’t hurt. We’ll all make sure you love it.”
“You’re all going to bugger me?”
He didn’t need to guess why she sounded so concerned. “I’ll go last, after you’re warmed up.”
“What if I can’t take it?”
“Then we’ll stop. This is up to you—what you want. All you have to do is tell us it’s too much. This isn’t a requirement or a deal breaker. We just want to give you as much pleasure as possible. Does that sound like something that might interest you?” he asked teasingly.
“Yes, sir.”
Sir already? I know a little girl who’s soaking the sheets as we speak. Severus planted a row of downy kisses from her cheek to her ear, all while drawing her shaking hand into his lap for a little de-stressing distraction. Shifting her anxious grip into his right hand, he used his left to caress her thigh. “I think we should incorporate some of your . . . wetter secret fantasies into the pre-show preparations.”
"What d’you mean?”
His hand moved higher, lightly stroking her soft bush, but purposely avoiding any breach of her creaming slit. Her clit would have to wait until her arse got the attention it deserved. “That means that I’m not going to use the usual cleansing charm; I’m going to do it the old-fashioned way.”
She went still. “You mean . . . ?”
“Mm-hm,” Snape hummed, nuzzling her ear. “I got you a set of enema equipment the day after I saw you drooling over those pictures in the book.”
Her face instantaneously heated, the blush baking his nose.
“I know how much you want it,” he whispered against her neck. “And I know how nervous you are about not only doing it but having Draco and Lucius watch.”
“You’re going to let them watch?” she interjected, a note of horror in her whisper. “They’ll think it’s too weird.”
“No they won’t,” he said soothingly. “They love your naughty little girl side just as much as I do. I won't lie to you though—it will be embarrassing. But I hope you’ll come to see that you don’t have to hide anything from any of us. You need to show them how much you trust them; if you open up to them, they’ll open up to you.”
“What about you?” she asked, her eyes searching his.
“What about me?”
“Will it open you up too?”
He was already open. Far more than he cared to be. But he wasn't foolish enough to think that seeing her offer up such a protected part of herself wouldn't inspire his newfound urges to even greater heights. “Possibly.”
“Make them promise not to laugh.”
Severus smiled and kissed her forehead. “They won’t.” Wrapping his arm around her, he sqidged her shoulders in a brief hug. “If you’re really up for this, I want you to go use the loo. I know how jumpy your bladder gets when you’re anxious.”
“You promise you’ll take care of me?” she asked, peeking up at him through her lashes.
Snape’s heart hurdled into his throat. Bloody hell, was she trying to kill him with all that doe-eyed defenselessness? Tipping up her chin with his index finger, he placed a chaste kiss to her lips to assure her that he could, indeed, provide the care she required. “Yes, I promise.”
Hermione looked quite pleased with his kiss. Or maybe she had picked up on his subtle emotional crack. Her hand rose to touch his cheek, which seemed to indicate the latter. “Okay. I’ll be right back.”
Severus kissed her palm and patted her hand. “Don’t rush yourself. I’ll be here when you get back.”
Pushing off the sheets, she crawled to the end of the bed and headed for the bathroom. When the door shut, Lucius and Draco both rounded on him.
“What’s going on?” Draco asked, tossing aside his Quidditch magazine.
“Yes,” Lucius prodded. “Why all the whispering?”
“She’s ready,” Snape said with a pointed look. “I hope this goes without saying, but we have to make it bloody spectacular. She’s scared as hell.”
“She wants us to bugger her? Tonight?” Lucius asked in disbelief.
“Tonight,” Severus confirmed. “And she’s been harboring some enema-themed fantasies that I intend to fulfill before we get started.”
Lucius’s pink lips pulled into a sinful grin. “Our dirty little Gryffindor.”
“She made me promise you wouldn’t laugh at her.”
“Laugh at her?” Lucius scoffed. “Nonsense.”
Severus turned to Draco. “Are you up for a special assignment?”
Draco looked utterly lost. He didn’t know about their longstanding anal plans, and the announcement seemed to have come as quite a shock. “A special . . . buggery assignment?”
Severus nodded; he wanted Draco to do what he did best. His natural tendency to nurture would benefit them all. “I need you to be her support system while she takes the enema. I think if you hold her and talk her through it, she’ll relax much more quickly.”
The simple recognition of his strengths lit Draco’s pale face with a glow of pride. “Of course I can do that.”
Lucius set Snape’s book on the bedside table for him. “How are you giving it to her?”
“I bought a nice bag—sort of a beginners’ setup. It’s in my bathroom.”
“How long are you going to make her hold it?”
“The cleansing powder I add takes ten minutes to work.”
“I’ve been saving a special plug for her. We could use it to help with the retention.”
Severus smiled. Lucius didn't have any enema fetishes that Snape was aware of, but he was obviously turned on by the prospect; he was already trying to insinuate himself into her experience. “Is it magical or Muggle?”
“Magical,” Lucius said as if the answer were obvious.
“It changes size?”
“Yes, of course.”
“Excellent.”
They all heard her washing her hands in the sink, and their eyes darted to the bathroom door.
“She’ll be out soon. Remember, our only goal is to make her love this.”
They nodded as a team then set about preparing the field for optimal playing conditions. Lucius rolled out of bed to search through his dresser, and Snape headed toward the hall to Summon the kit from his bathroom. Opening the bedroom door, he Accioed the small box of paraphernalia, and it zipped through the corridors into his waiting hands. When he set in on the dresser, Lucius passed him the plug.
“What do you think?”
It was stunning. The body was clear glass, but the crescent shaped base sparkled with what appeared to be diamonds. Severus wasn’t a jeweler; maybe they were just rhinestones. Either way, it was bloody beautiful, and she’d look outstanding with it peeking from between her cheeks. “She’ll love it.”
The corners of Lucius’s mouth curled upward, and a wave of dreamlike wonder softened his sharp features. “I can’t wait to watch you slide that nozzle up her arse. She’s going to be high as a kite.”
“Watch the nozzle . . .” Severus repeated as a brilliant idea came to him. “Do you still have the mirrors?”
It took Lucius a second to catch on, but then a responding twinkle glimmered in his grey eyes. “Yes.”
"Get them out and put them up around the bed.”
"I love the way your mind works,” Lucius muttered as he set off for the hidden door to his walk-in closet.
Hermione crept out of the bathroom, looking petrified, covering herself with both hands even though they’d all seen her naked a hundred times. Using his own nudity to shield her from any budding doubts, Severus pulled her into his arms, dulling the sense of exposure she must be battling. Draco might be the most skilled when it came to emotional matters, but they would all need to be there for her if the night was to be a success.
“Everyone’s excited for the show to begin. Lucius even has a new present to help you hold in the water. Would you like to see it?”
Her nod caused the halo of hair that had escaped her plait to tickle his chest and chin, a sensation which he'd grown to appreciate during the past month.
Holding out the plug in one cupped palm, he displayed the piece for her inspection. “I believe he was saving this for a special occasion.”
"It's pretty," she said, fingering the base, her hand trembling ever so slightly.
“Your arse will make it even prettier.”
She attempted a smile but was too distracted by Lucius’s grand entrance to see it through.
Three folded privacy screens preceded Malfoy like a parade, and his usually snobbish face was animated with a boy-like grin of triumph. “Found them!”
“What’re those?” Hermione asked, a tremolo of panic in her voice.
“Where should I put them?” Lucius asked. “One above the bed and two at the sides?”
Severus nodded. “We should use your regular mirror as well . . . so she can see everything.”
“See everything?” Hermione echoed uncertainly.
Severus petted her head. “Just watch.”
With a swirl of his wand, Lucius arranged the screens around the bed, and as each one settled into place, they unfolded themselves, creating two walls and an awning of blank grey slabs. Lucius flicked his wand in their direction and called out the incantation: “Imago.”
The surface of each screen rippled like a wave of water, and as it stilled, a smooth mirrored surface was left in its wake, causing reflection upon endless reflection to repeat into infinity in the opposing mirrors. Draco checked his hair in the one to his left and smirked at them in reverse, waggling his eyebrows at Hermione when she caught his eye. A real smile lifted her lips, and Severus breathed a sigh of relief. Draco would do a fine job keeping her calm.
"We want you to see how magnificent your arse looks,” Severus whispered, suggestively tracing the apex of her crack with one finger. “You’re going to be quite a sight.” He slid his other hand around her waist and turned her so she could feel his cock filling against her lower back. “Just look how excited Draco already is.”
She spied Draco’s erection tenting the sheets, and her smile blossomed to full radiance.
“Lucius told me he’s dying to see the enema nozzle penetrating your perfect little bum, and I must admit, the image has been plaguing my mind since that day at your flat.” He nudged her with his cock to emphasize his words. “I think it's safe to say I'm keen to get started. Would you like to see what I got you before we begin?”
Hermione stood on tiptoe and peered into the box he indicated.
Snape pulled out a clear two liter enema bag with an attached hose. “Don't worry, I won’t fill it full your first time.” Picking up the thin, white nozzle, he compared it to his own fingers so she’d see there was nothing to be afraid of. “Not even as big as my thumb. You won’t have any trouble taking it.”
She seemed relieved he’d gone with something so tame. He’d keep the alternate nozzles under wraps for the time being. She had enough on her plate for one night.
"I'll go put in some warm water, and then I'll add this special powder.” He showed her the lemon yellow concoction he’d pre-measured into a small phial. “I made it myself. It will vanish all waste it comes into contact with, and it'll keep your electrolytes balanced. When it’s time for you to let it out, it will purge the water completely.”
Her face flamed to an eye catching hot pink.
Severus bit back his snicker and stroked her overheated cheek. “We don’t want you leaking for hours to come; any liquid left inside after the expulsion will disappear in five minutes. You will have to retain the mixture for ten minutes so it has time to work, but I don’t think that will be a problem.”
Swallowing hard, she mashed her mouth into a tight line and nodded once in understanding.
“Draco has agreed to assist,” he said as he led her to the bed. “He’s going to help you relax. Come down here, Draco.” It was best to keep things moving so she didn’t have time to let her imagination run amuck.
Draco crawled out from beneath the sheet and sat with his legs dangling off the foot bed . . . his adamantine erection stabbing him in the stomach. Merlin’s balls, was he just constantly rock hard nowadays? Not that Severus was complaining—it was a magnificent sight—he just wondered how Draco wasn't swooning from lack of blood flow. Snape motioned for him to lie on his back—partially for the boy’s own safety.
“All right. Straddle Draco just the way you do when you ride him, but put your chest against his and stick your arse in the air.”
Draco helped Hermione into place, stroking her body as she got comfortable and then hugging her tightly when she rested against him. “You’re shivering, love. You’re not too cold, are you?”
She shook her head no and hid her face in his neck.
“She’s just a little nervous,” Severus murmured, and then, leaning down, he kissed her left bum cheek. “Let Draco take care of you, and I’ll go get everything ready.”
“‘Kay,” she whispered.
Leaving Draco to his assignment, Severus took the enema bag to prepare it for action. As he passed Lucius, Malfoy flashed him a lascivious smirk and reached out to trail one hand across his lower abdomen, his fingers raking over the swell of pubic hair just above his cock. Tease. With a tilt of his head, Severus indicated that Lucius should fill in for him and help Draco with the petting and reassurances. Lucius nodded, but before heading over, he stroked the length of Snape’s prick in a parting grope, causing it to slam into Malfoy’s hand like a lead pipe. That seemed to be all Lucius was after, because once he’d given Snape a testing squeeze, he strolled off toward the bed with a smug smile. Severus laughed to himself as he stepped into the bathroom. If he had known Lucius was going to be so aroused by the scene, he would have talked it over with him during their last rendezvous in the drawing room. Lucius would have been blowing his load in record time—something to keep in mind for future nooners.
Lucius’s en suite bathroom was an elaborate profusion of elegance and refinement. But those marble floors were so fucking cold. Severus winced as the icy tile bit at the soles of his feet on his way to the sink. 
Using his wand, he filtered the water and then heated it to a comfortable temperature for her. The powder dissolved on contact, and he swirled the bag around to ensure that it was evenly incorporated. After attaching the long, thin nozzle, Snape unclipped the hose to run the air out of the line. 
Everything was set. It was time to begin.
His cock went stone solid, driven skyward by the magnitude of that realization and all it entailed. She wanted to be theirs in every way imaginable. And he wanted to give her everything imaginable in return. If only he had something of equal importance to share. He knew what she would value above all else—a good dose of heartfelt candor—but his inner guard couldn't drop its defenses; its muscles had been locked in a rigid posture of protection since childhood. As much as he'd love to release that tension, it wasn't something he could do at will.
No, he'd have to rest on his laurels. Luckily, his cock was always a crowd pleaser.
Returning to the master bedroom, he found Lucius leaning against the foot of the bed, his hand gliding up and down her bum as if he were slowly buffing her to a high shine.
Severus tapped the bag, and it floated beside him like a liquid specter. “Lube?”
Lucius spun around the mirrored screen to fetch it from the drawer. When he held it out, Severus passed him the nozzle for safe keeping. With a flick of his thumb, Snape popped open the cap and dispensed a wide line of shine down his two middle fingers. 
“I’m just going to get you nice and slippery first,” he told her and placed a hand on her hip to let her know he was there. “Ready?”
“Yes, sir,” she squeaked into Draco’s neck.
“Good girl.”
He slowly stroked the shallow valley between her cheeks, greasing her from the tip top of her fissure all the way down to her perineum, a path that earned him an undulating dance of gratitude. As gently as possible, he traced the ring of brown framing her anus, circling its wreathe of brunette peach fuzz. When he touched the dark dip in the center, she bore down, and his fingertip sank inside, her adorable arsehole sucking him in like a high powered vacuum. Impressed by her unflinching trust, he administered a slow finger fucking to reward her ready acceptance.
When they were alone, she habitually responded to all anal insertions with a needy whine and an instinctual humping of her hips. Apparently pre-enema lubing was no exception to the rule. Rocking back, she rode him hard, forcing him even deeper, and when he added another finger, she whimpered and amped up her efforts.
Severus felt along the thin membrane separating her arse from her pussy until he reached the area just behind her cervix. Curling his fingertips in an alternating run, he targeted the flip side of one of her favorite spots. “How’s that feel?”
She hissed through her teeth. “Good, sir.”
“Are you still scared?”
“Yes, sir.”
He shared a silent chuckle with Lucius and moved his other hand between her legs, skating over her clit with just a hint of pressure. “Keep talking to her, Draco.”
Her folds dripped with crystalline satin, which boded well for them. If she was that excited by a little stretching, she was going to explode like a five-foot Christmas cracker when they actually took her arse. While she was distracted by the clitoral stimulation, he added another finger round back to make sure she wouldn't tense when faced with real resistance. The last time they’d played Head Girl and the Anal Examination, she'd taken three and a half without batting an eye. In fact, she’d pleaded for more. Rather loudly if memory served. The current circumstances were a bit different, but he was prepared to wait out any stage fright.
She didn’t make him wait long.
When her sphincter admitted defeat, he began to slowly scissor his fingers wider and draw them in and out of her pliant channel. There was a brief clamping as her body fought the rearrangement, but in less than a minute, she resumed rocking, her thighs trembling with an overabundance of energy. Draco’s arms tightened around her, and Severus snickered when he felt the boy's damp knob tap the back of his hand. Someone enjoyed his new job as Calming Captain.
“All right, Lucius, hand me the nozzle.”
Severus eased out of her backside and pinched the nozzle’s base between his slick fingers. Lucius had already coated it in lubricant, which was helpful since Severus didn’t have any more free hands. Placing the curved tip against her twitching whorl, he carefully slid it in—then back out—fucking her with it just to see her dance again.
And what a dance it was. Her pussy glittered like a damn disco ball. Severus half expected to see Lucius break into The Hustle at any moment.
Thankfully, Lucius was too busy rolling over his gilt-framed, full-length mirror to even give a thought to such horrors. Severus threw him a grateful look and stepped to one side so he’d have room to position the mirror for maximum impact.
“Turn your head, Miss Granger. Look back here and tell me what you see.”
Twisting her neck to peer over her shoulder, Hermione’s eyes went cartoonishly round.
“A vision to behold, no? And look how wet your pretty pussy is.” He parted her slick labia with two fingers to make sure she could see the blinding shine of her own excitement. “Keep watching.”
Severus clicked the flow regulator on the hose, and she gasped when the liquid shot up her rectum. Her eyes fluttered shut, and her breath escaped in several rough bursts that screamed obscene. Draco’s ribald cock bounced about in cheerful agreement.
“Yesssss,” Severus purred, continuing to circle her juicy clit with the tip of his finger. “That’s nice, isn’t it?”
Lucius was right behind him, one arm limply encircling his waist, his chin resting on Snape's shoulder so he could watch. He must have found it equally appealing, because his dick was about to drill a hole through Snape’s sacrum.
Severus pressed back into him, flexing his arse against the stiff protrusion. “Lucius thinks you look outstanding.”
Malfoy chuckled against his neck. “I most certainly do. You’re exquisite, princess. When you’ve taken all that water, I’m going to lick your sweet little pussy while you hold it. Would you like that?”
“Yes, sir.” She sounded stoned, her voice slurred and heavy. 
The barrel of muscles surrounding her entrance convulsed in pleasure, and Severus had to hold the nozzle in place so she wouldn’t push it out. “You’re being such a good girl for us. Are you hugging Draco so you don’t get scared?”
“Yes, sir.”
"The water isn't going too fast for you, is it?”
“No, sir.”
“Tell me if you get a cramp.”
"It just feels funny.”
“I know. That’s how it’s supposed to feel. You’re doing very well. The bag is already half empty.”
The pace of her breathing became jagged and desperate, and she flipped her head to one side to hide her face in Draco’s shoulder. “I think I’m gonna come, sir.”
“You’re allowed. I want you to come as many times as you can tonight.”
Draco cupped the back of her neck, up under her braid, and pulled her face to his, kissing her deeply.
Clever boy. He was giving her an outlet for her maniacal oral fixation while also making her feel safe and loved, essentially adding on a layer of reassurance at the height of her mortification—solidifying the shaky experience with reward so her subconscious would label the incident as positive. Severus doubted Draco even realized what he was doing. It just came to him naturally.
A low keening resonated from her chest, and she arched her back hard as the climax took hold. Lucius grunted and gripped Snape’s cock in a loose fist, rolling his hand up and down his length as her keening curdled to a cry. Severus could have done without the handjob. The visual alone had his bollocks tightening as if they wanted to eject their contents in a sympathetic explosion of shared bliss.
Swallowing thickly, he choked back his urges and busied his brain with the task of holding the nozzle in place, which was an arduous job what with the violent pulsing of her pelvic muscles. It looked as if her pussy was in spasm, its mouth opening in a silent scream and then snapping shut with each contraction. Giving the nozzle a gentle wiggle, Snape provided the touch of deep anal stimulation that always flipped her lid. He wanted to overwhelm her with pleasure that night. There was nothing worse than having a long-held fantasy fall flat. But he knew if they surpassed her expectations, she’d want to do it again and again—and he intended to meet that hope head on.
When she slumped against Draco like a sack of potatoes, Severus ceased all manual manipulations and let her rest. “Such a good girl. And you’ve almost taken the whole bag. Are you feeling nice and full?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Is it uncomfortable?”
"Um . . . no. Just strange."
Severus raised the bag so the remaining water drained into her. “All right. You’re done. I’m going to put in your new plug now. Make sure you hold in the water when I pull out.”
She clenched her arse as if she were trying to pinch a Knut between her cheeks, and he had to pry the nozzle from her like a cork out of a champagne bottle. When it finally fell free, he handed all the apparatus over to Lucius, who sent it to the bathroom while Snape greased the plug.
It took several minutes of massage to loosen the adamant muscles of her buttocks, but eventually, Severus got the plug’s pointed tip partway inside her. 
“That’s it,” he crooned. “It’s not big. Just a finger or two. Let me in.”
Once she passed the widest section, the plug slid right into place, sparkling between her globes like a sequined star. “I’m going to expand it inside you to help you hold in everything. Are you ready?”
“Yes, sir.”
Snape waved his hand over the base, concentrating on its gradual enlargement. He wanted it big enough to assist with the retention while also providing the intense fullness she seemed to crave.
An eager moan slipped from her lips, and she arched into the most accommodating of contortions, indicating he’d succeeded on both fronts.
“All right,” Severus said, giving her bum one last kiss, this time commemorating her success. “Just ten minutes, and then you can let that out.”
Lucius reached over and reverently touched the spot Severus had just kissed, as if he could feel the afterburn of affection warming her skin. “My turn, princess.”
Whole Note -- A whole note is equal to 2 half notes, 4 quarter notes, 8 eighth notes, etc.
I think this is the only chapter where I chose the musical term strictly because of its appearance. (Whole notes being the most anal of the bunch.)
"Yes, I'm Ready" by Barbara Mason. Written by Barbara Mason and released in March of 1965. The song was her highest charting hit, hitting no. 2 on the Billboard R and B chart and no. 5 on the Billboard Hot 100. https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=2JGPcOkebXc
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