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A/N: ReqiredReading: Glad to have brightened your day <3 And you’re going to love it when we get to Draco’s chapter :) :) :)
36—Leading Note
“Take me to church.”—Hozier
(Lucius)
“Climb up the bed, princess. I can’t lick you if you’re all smashed against Draco.”
"Just lift your leg, love,” Draco said, patting her hip. “I’ll roll out so you don’t have to move around too much.” Shimmying out from under her, Draco scooted to the foot of the bed, where he slipped to the floor and stretched his arms above his head to pull the kinks from his back. “I’m dying to see your arse, Granger. I bet y—“ He froze when he spotted the glittering crystals slicing the cleft of her cheeks. “Bloody fucking hell . . . you are sparkly.”
Amused relief flooded her face, and Lucius was grateful for the status update on her current mood. They needed to keep her smiling.
Or moaning.
Preferably both.
Draco eased aside one labium with the tip of his finger, peeking into her depths with an innocent wonder that reminded Lucius of long ago Christmas mornings when Draco had been young and full of genuine excitement, his eyes going wide as he spotted the mountain of presents piled beneath the tree. Pre-jaded Draco. Lucius had almost forgotten such a boy existed. But he could see how Hermione’s warmth could thaw the cold grip of surfeited indifference. She had a way about her that made every moment feel like a gift.
And that pussy was beyond compare. Priceless.
The shine inside was nothing short of dazzling, and the animal aroma of arousal smacked them both in the face like a pheromone drenched quirt, almost dropping Lucius to his knees. Draco didn’t seem any steadier, the knuckles of his free hand going white as he gripped the bedspread. Draco’s tongue crept out to wet his lips, and Lucius knew his son's mouth was watering just as copiously as his own. A Malfoy idiosyncrasy?
The sense of smell was overlooked by too many lovers; perhaps that was one of the reasons he’d been drawn to Severus—that man could identify any potion ingredient with barely a whiff, and he didn’t shy away from sniffing out his companion’s response when the brewing moved to the bedroom. That nose had teased him to more than one climax over the years.
The need for more of her heady scent forced Lucius to dip into her shadows and pin her other petal to the side, opening her like a flower and releasing her perfume into the atmosphere. A milky jewel of cream clung to her crimson folds like morning dew, and Lucius was mesmerized by its beauty. No garden could hold a candle to the natural majesty of the female genitalia. No painting, no song, no verse could match its artistry. She was a masterpiece.
“Look how wet you got for me,” Lucius murmured. “What a messy little feast you’re going to be. Move up the bed a little, love. But stay in the same position. Trust me, you don’t want gravity working against you right now. Go slowly.”
She did as he asked, her faceted plug twinkling at them like a crystal chandelier. Their hands fell away as she moved out of reach, but Lucius trailed one finger along her leg just to maintain physical contact for as long as possible. Draco stayed next to the mirror, his gaze fixed on her derrière as if he were imagining just how sublime it would be to partake of that luscious rump.
For once they were on the same page. 
Lucius climbed in behind her and rolled onto his back so he could slide under her pussy face first. He felt he’d been insanely patient up to that point, and he deserved to break his fast in a manner most gluttonous.
Gliding backward, he parked his head in the triangular gap of her thighs so her pelvis towered over him like a gothic cathedral—the curves and arches of which were designed to draw the parishioner’s eye to heaven. His dick certainly found it inspirational. Lifting his hands in praise, he parted her vestibule and entered the nave, where he found her font overflowing. Lucius proceeded as any devotee would and lapped up her holy water to sanctify his tongue. Mmmmmm, bless the lord.
Pulling her down so her pussy was sealed against his mouth, he slowly worked her clit, occasionally sipping the rivers of arousal that seeped from her core. The salty-sweet wine of her desire was all-encompassing. Eternal. His tongue sliced through the rippling waves, searching for salvation in her ecstasy. God dammit! That flavor was transcendent. She was the source of all ambrosia. And she always tasted even better after an orgasm. Sweeter. Like a champagne truffle.
Would her arse be even more succulent? He’d have to wait for a time when she wasn’t full of lube and toys and water to get a real taste, but he suspected his cock was in for a sugar high later that night.
Although he was looking forward to the physical aspects of her anal deflowerment, the underlying trust and meaning fueling her decision turned him on from a mental and spiritual aspect. She was going to give herself to them in ways she’d never given herself to any wizard before. They would have a piece of her that no one else could claim. Some primal part of him wanted that feather in his cap. She would be theirs—lock, stock, and clenching sphincter.
And she was asking them to escort her into that new world, placing the onus of her initiation into the hands of her lovers, wordlessly expressing her faith in them so the initiation became theirs as much as hers. Lucius felt the weight and honor of that responsibility, and he ached to prove himself to her.
He had no idea what kind of a backdoor lover Draco was—or if he had any experience at all—but Lucius was positive both he and Severus could take her to the soul-shattering peaks of rapture. Once she got a taste of the pleasure and intimacy engendered by the deepest penetration imaginable, she would want them in her arse all the time.
Snape would be happy with that, but Lucius loved her pussy too much to switch to an all-buggery diet. He did, however, appreciate a varied menu, and this would open the door to a slew of new options. If she enjoyed anal, she would absolutely adore double-penetration. He could just imagine Severus reaming her tight arse, while he himself received the full blessings of her gushing quim. They would rock her up and down their dueling shafts like a carousel of cock. And she'd beg to ride them again and again. A fun time for all.
Lucius slid two fingers up her slick channel and groaned at the impossible tightness the plug supplied. Sweet Circe. Severus had gone all out with the expansion. Curling his fingers, Lucius deftly stroked her g-spot, priming her for another explosive orgasm.
Soft, girly noises of excitement filled the air, and although his ears were somewhat muffled by her thighs, his dick heard her loud and clear, going stiff as a board and straining toward his stomach. He longed to be inside her, but he wanted to take his time, revel in her body, memorize her reactions. Finding a nice rhythm, he gave her clit a steady licking to draw her into the caldera of climax.
She began to shift and curl, rolling her hips toward his face in search of more tongue. Hmm . . . was that groan of need he heard . . . or was it a groan of pressure? How uncomfortable was that water getting? Lifting his other hand to her belly, he carefully stroked her lower abdomen.
“Uuunnnnh!”
Snape's voice came from somewhere near the foot of the bed, "Just a few more minutes, Miss Granger, and then you can let that out. But first you need to give Lucius what he wants.”
“Yes, sir,” she moaned.
“Look at the mirror,” Snape rumbled. “I want you to see your face when you come.”
She must have been struck senseless by the sight of him buried between her thighs, because she went completely still for several breathless seconds. Then her hand found the top of his head, and her fingers were running through his hair as if she were thanking him for his services. He smiled into her silken heat. Come for me, my sweet little princess.
“Luuuuuciusssss.” Her moan shifted to a hiss as she neared her goal.
Her vaginal muscles twitched once around his fingers. Twice. She was ready. Lucius hummed softly into her honeyed flesh, adding another layer of sensation. Chopin’s Prelude in E minor. She’d like that.
Her lower body quaked with a tremor of warning, so Lucius simply encouraged her to crumble by lapping her clit in time with the driving bass line, humming the melody so his lips and tongue buzzed with vibration.
“Ahhh!”
Her shout echoed against the mirrors as her pussy bore down and pulsed against his lips. Streamers of sweetness hit his chin and ran along his neck, tickling his skin with their watery trails. Swallowing a mouthful, he restored himself with her magic. He wanted to drink every ounce of her. Every day. No one made an elixir like Granger.
Although Snape came close.
Combined, they would be an award winning vintage sent from the gods.
When she wound down and went still, he carefully pulled his fingers from her stuttering cunny and patted her bum, smearing her release all over her arse. “Feel better now, love?”
“Yes, sir,” she said, panting into the bed. “Thank you.”
He laughed. "You're welcome. Are you still nervous?”
“Not as much.”
Severus traced the tips of Lucius’s fingers with his own, spreading her sticky nectar far and wide. “Come along, little girl. It’s time to let out that water.”
Lucius slid from beneath her and, sitting up, gave Severus his most devilish grin.
Snape snickered and touched the side of his own lips to indicate that Lucius had missed a spot. “You’ve got a touch of something—just here.”
Lucius poked his tongue into the corner of his mouth and licked up a splash of spent juice. He could feel her drying on his jaw, tendrils of cooling secretions marking her place on his face. “Did I get it all?”
Severus chuckled silently and shook his head no. “Not even close.”
“I was saving the rest for you.”
Snape helped Hermione crawl down the bed, his smirk never faltering. “Your generosity knows no bounds.”
Lucius snorted, and they both gingerly eased her to the floor while she guarded her swollen abdomen with one hand.
Severus put his arm around her shoulders and said, “We’ll be back soon,” as he steered her toward the loo.
Tipping his head to the side, Lucius twisted an almighty crack from his neck then slid off the bed and went in search of the lube. It was best to have things prepared before her return so she didn’t have time to worry whilst she waited.
Draco was sprawled out in one of the wingback chairs, staring through the glass balcony doors into the dark night. He looked as though he was trying to project an air of cool nonchalance, but his body was too tense to pull off the charade. Truthfully, Lucius was impressed Draco wasn’t bouncing off the walls. His own body seemed to be bursting at the seams.
Staying quiet, they both eavesdropped on the couple in the bathroom. Snape had left the door open, but Lucius didn’t think having a visible audience would ease her embarrassment, so he cautiously remained out of sight. He had no desire to watch her expel a bum full of water anyway. He didn’t think Snape was into that either, but the Potions master did enjoy seeing her blush, and he would do whatever it took to make her love every second of mortifying submission. Lucius could hear him murmuring something, his words unintelligible but his tone a cascade of soothing hums.
Creeping to the door, Lucius peeked around the frame to see if she was really okay. He needn’t have feared being spotted. She was turned away, facing the other wall; and she was hugging Snape’s waist, her cheek pressed to his stomach as if she couldn’t bear to be seen. Severus stood between her spread legs, rubbing her neck, his voice so quiet he could barely be heard over the sound of water on water.
Lucius smiled at the oddly heartwarming picture they presented. He’d never seen Severus doing anything so—dare he say it—sweet. Perhaps Hermione had inadvertently found a way around Snape’s fortress.
She had already scaled Lucius’s walls without so much as a running leap, invading his castle and turning his defenses upside down. He might as well have given her the key to his most guarded thoughts. But the strange part was he wanted her to find his secrets; he wanted her to find everything.
He wanted her to find him.
She had already discovered much more than he'd ever expected. Things he’d forgotten he felt. Things he had never felt. Things he wanted to feel again.
Lucius had actually been feeling rather amazing lately. Especially since his bed had been designated as their nightly love nest. Snape was a surprisingly comfortable person to lie against, and once the lights were out, Lucius fell asleep in record time. Hermione would pet his arm until she got groggy, and he’d watch her in the dark, her fluffy head perched on Snape’s chest. Stroking her soft cheek, Lucius would zone out, his brain hazing to a blurry calm until all the blabbering noise of the day came to a grinding halt. Snape was like a giant charmed metronome, and his measured pulse lulled Lucius into a state of deep relaxation. Between the harmonic lullabies produced by his lovers, he couldn't keep his eyes open.
Since Narcissa’s passing, he'd found sleep to be damnably elusive. Solitude wasn’t his strong suit. Snape had been keeping him somewhat sane in the intervening years, but thankfully, ever since Hermione had lumped them all into his bed, he’d been getting real recuperative rest every single night. It was impossible to tell if he felt so alive because of the increased shuteye, or if his Hermione-high was becoming permanent.
Either seemed equally likely.
Snape had been wrong about him wanting to turn Hermione into Narcissa. He wanted Hermione to keep being Hermione, because he couldn’t pinpoint what it was about her that left him in such a magnificently altered mood.
It could have been her excitement and passion for life. Narcissa had never gotten excited about anything; she played it cool. Ice cold if need be. Hermione rarely played it cool. Sometimes she possessed a regal quality and exuded a sense of power that could have rivaled Narcissa’s ice queen control, but for the most part, she was just warm and honest.
Maybe that was it. Maybe he could relax around Granger because her words and actions lacked any hint of pretense. He didn’t know anyone else like that. Although . . . most of his acquaintances were Slytherins, so blatant honesty wasn’t usually encouraged.
Whatever it was about her, once he’d experienced it, he couldn't let it go. If that meant he had to share her with Snape and Draco, then so be it. Of course he cared deeply for Severus, so that was more of a combo deal. Draco was a bit more complicated. Despite what everyone thought, his love for Draco was profound—but he was getting to know the boy far better than any father should know his son. Draco’s neediness still rankled him, but Hermione obviously welcomed it. Lucius might not understand the dynamic between them, but if it made Hermione happy, he would overlook the more vexatious aspects of Draco’s disposition. 
For the time being. 
When Hermione and Severus seemed to be wrapping things up in the loo, Lucius backed away from the door and went to the bed to await her return. He needed to compose himself before things got underway. Intense situations called for a cool head and a steady hand.
In less than five minutes, Snape brought out an abnormally shy Hermione, who was stuck to him like a barnacle, her face red and her eyes locked on the floor.
“All clean,” Severus said softly, flashing them a smirk. “She’s says she’s ready to try more.”
Lucius wanted to wrap her in his arms and squeeze the embarrassment out of her. Severus had been right—they needed to make the night spectacular. Hermione deserved the best.
Crossing to their side, Lucius pressed his body to Snape’s and slid his arm around her shoulders, creating a small scrum of reassurance. “Don’t be embarrassed, love. You’re far too beautiful to be looking so unsure of yourself.” He ran his fingers along her neck and pulled her closer to kiss the top of her head. “And any time you get the urge for another enema, I definitely want to be there to see it. The sight of you coming with that nozzle up your arse might be the single most exquisite scene I’ve ever witnessed.”
Her other arm snaked around him so she was hugging them both.
Leaning in, Severus rested his lips next to Lucius's ear. “Thank you. She needed to hear that.”
Lucius couldn’t remember the last time he'd heard those two words cross Snape's lips.
Severus ran one hand along her back. “I think Lucius should be the first to . . . venture into no man's land.”
“I beg to differ,” Draco interjected.
Chuckling, Snape looked over as Draco approached the huddle. “Please don’t take it personally, Draco. It’s just that we need to start her out with someone experienced. How many witches have you buggered?”
“Plenty,” Draco said defensively.
“How many of them were virgins?”
Draco was quieter after that. “None.”
Severus nodded. “As I said, Lucius should go first. Draco, you’ll go next.”
Draco agreed with a reluctant nod.
“But,” Severus added, “why don’t you continue your calming regime. She still needs to stay as relaxed as possible, and you're doing a fine job so far.”
“Okay. How are we actually doing this?”
Severus smoothed his hand over Hermione’s hair to get her attention.“I think you’d be most comfortable on your side. How does that sound?”
Hermione nodded.
“Good,” he murmured and kissed her forehead. “Then why don’t you retract your nails from my spleen and go with Lucius. You know he’ll take care of you.”
A chagrined smile tugged at her lips, and she switched affiliation by affixing her hip to Lucius’s.
Tightening his arm, Lucius drew her against him. “Look at me, princess. Let me see those beautiful brown eyes.”
She turned her face to his, a soft smile lighting her face.
Lucius trailed his fingers over her cheek and then leaned down for a kiss. His tongue slipped past her lips, and she surrendered immediately, leaning on him for strength and sighing into his mouth like a song. Lucius’s stomach couldn’t decide whether to ooze out of his navel or soar up into his heart. He was pretty sure it was doing both and had actually spattered all over his aorta.
When he pulled back, her lips were parted and wet, and he traced the glistening lower petal with his thumb. “Let’s get in bed, love. I think it’s time for you to come again.”
“Yes, sir,” she breathed.
As she climbed in, Lucius rubbed her arse and eyed the dark shadow bisecting her bum. Even though he'd seen and touched every inch of that divine fissure, he wondered what mysteries had yet to be discovered, what pleasures awaited them both. And he couldn’t believe he was going to be her first. His thoughts wandered back to his own inaugural anal encounter—a painful romp at the age of fifteen with a classmate two years his senior. Although he had ultimately enjoyed the experience, Lucius wished he’d found a partner with a skosh more finesse. Or any finesse. His first time could have been splendid, and he couldn’t bear the thought of saddling Hermione with that same regret.
Lucius followed after her and set about rearranging the pillows to make sure she was comfortable. Hermione watched him with anxious eyes, her teeth scraping at her lower lip as if she was trying to gnaw off the pink.
"Just roll on your side, love. I'll be behind you.”
Snape and Draco joined them, Severus slithering in behind him, taking Lucius's usual spot since Lucius had taken his. Draco curled up on his side, facing them all, and with no prompting, he resumed his earlier efforts by pressing his lips to hers in a slow, pacifying kiss.
Lucius wasn’t fond of the idea of watching Draco during such an intimate moment, but if it made her calmer, he would suck it up.
Sinking down the length of her body, Lucius melted into her warm back and, wedging a hand between them, carefully greased her divide. Using a finger-full of lube, he went inside and slicked her soft walls, preparing her thoroughly for what he hoped would be the smoothest penetration imaginable. When he was certain they were both sufficiently primed, he grabbed his agitated cock and touched his pulsating glans to her rosebud.
“I’m not going in yet,” Lucius whispered in her ear. “I’ll wait until you tell me you want it.”
Bumping her gently with his hips, he nudged her little hole over and over, driving them both mad with need, but also warming her to the sensation of having something moving between her cheeks.
“Pull her leg toward you, Draco,” Severus murmured. “Lucius needs more room.”
Draco lifted her leg and draped it over his hip. His long fingers grazed her thigh in a soothing stroke that flowed from flank to knee. Lucius couldn’t decide whether to jealously smack the boy’s hand away or just enjoy the results; that little grinding dance she was doing suggested she was on the verge of assent.
“Okay,” she whispered. “I'm ready.”
Lucius quickly wanked on a new layer of lube and pressed his bulging tip to her pucker. “I’m going to go very slowly. Tell me if anything gets uncomfortable.”
"Rub her clit, Draco,” Snape added. “Light and easy. Make her want it.”
Draco grinned, and his hand disappeared between her legs. Hermione’s back bowed in pleasure, which fortuitously spread her bum for easy penetration.
Leaning forward ever so slightly, Lucius applied a modicum of pressure, and his head began to sink inside. Bloody. Fucking. Hell. He’d never been strangled by lust before. Keeping ahold of his shaft, he guided himself into her heat, marveling at the dichotomy between softness and strength that had enveloped his knob. It was like being crushed to death by velvet. Once the entirety of his corona had breached her tight ring, he stopped to let them both rest.
“That’s it, princess. You’re past the widest bit. How does that feel?”
She pulled her lips from Draco’s and panted. “It’s good. It doesn’t hurt. You’re really past the head? All the way?”
He choked back his snort. “All the way. Are you ready for more?”
“Yes.”
Curling his hips, he gently plunged deeper. Inch by infinitesimal inch. Her rectum closed around him, hugging his throbbing flesh like an overzealous boa constrictor. Nothing should feel this amazing. I’m hallucinating. Being in Hermione's arse wasn’t like buggering Narcissa at all. Narcissa had done it grudgingly, only allowing him in on special occasions, whereas Hermione was opening up to him like a sunflower in the afternoon light.
She was radiant.
Once his dick had burrowed deeply enough to plot its own course, he let go and reached for her hand. Her palm pressed to his, and he locked his fingers around hers to buttress her bravery with his adoration. “Still doing all right? Tell me how it feels.”
Draco let her breathe, and she squeezed Lucius's hand as if he were the one who needed reassurance. “I’m good. It feels kind of like the purple dildo, but . . . better. Way better. Warm and real.”
Lucius smiled and kissed the back of her neck. “Surpassing your purple prick has always been a dream of mine.”
The side of her smile was reflected in the mirror above them. “No competition.”
“I am relieved,” he drawled, trying to sound calm despite his racing heart. “Do you want to try it a little deeper?”
Her fingers cinched around his. “Yes please.”
Lucius concentrated on the back of her neck as he gradually worked in another inch. He was almost completely inside her, but he didn’t know if she could take his entire length, so he was incrementally searching for her limit.
When his pelvis was smashed against her bum, and her sphincter was pulsing around the base of his cock, he realized Snape had been stretching her internally as well externally. Good show, old chap. Lucius would thank him for that later. “I’m in all the way, love. Should I let you rest?”
“No, I’m okay,” she said with a sweet sigh. “Stay deep for a while though.”
He knew what she meant. Rocking and thrusting were two very different things—especially during one’s maiden voyage. “Oh, I’m going to fuck you deep all right,” he growled in her ear. “Because I have every intention of leaving my seed so far up your arse it’ll be dripping out of you for days to come.”
She smiled and closed her eyes. “Thank you, sir.”
“Look up, princess. See how pretty you are stuffed full of my cock.”
Hermione’s eyes turned to the mirror above them, and she gasped, absolutely spellbound by the sight of them all in his bed.
Draco grinned. “Wanna see something else?” On the heels of that teaser, he slid down to her breast, latching on and suckling like a hungry babe.
She whimpered and grabbed hold of his hair, her jaw dropping in a silent scream.
With Draco’s head was out of the way, she had an unobstructed view of the mirror before her. As did Lucius. He watched, mesmerized, as she panted and groaned to the beat of his pelvis. Her movements were becoming bolder, her hips squirming and her back arching. Lucius released her hand so he could reach her sex. It was time to give her an orgasmic double-helping.
Middle finger skimming her slick nub, he picked up the pace of his thrusting. “I’m going to make you come harder than you ever have, princess. You're not going to think straight for a week. Tell me, do you come fast when you sit on your naughty stool?”
Her pink complexion went crimson. “Yes, sir.”
“Is it the excitement of having something in your bottom?”
The blush scorching her cheeks was palpable. If she got any hotter, Snape would be able to simmer a cauldron on her face.
“Mostly, sir.”
“I’ve always wanted my own dirty princess . . . a witch who would beg me to take her arse.”
Her breathing went ragged with want. “I’m your dirty princess.”
Severus’s exhale of amusement tickled his neck. 
Smirking, Lucius pressed his lips to the back of her ear. “Yes, you are. Say it again.”
“I’m your dirty little princess.”
He stayed on her favorite spot, rubbing the side of her clit with a delicate touch. “That’s right. You’re ready to come now, aren’t you?”
“Very soon, sir.”
“Say my name.”
“Lucius,” she moaned, her teeth bared in a grimace. “Please! Faster!”
He went from a quick rocking to a short, gliding thrust, pulling out a little further and diving back in.
“Yes!” Her fingers tore at Draco’s hair, but Draco didn’t make a peep of complaint.
Lucius did his best to maintain the rhythm for her, finger and cock banding together to drive her over the edge.
“Fuck!”
He hissed as her sphincter seized him in a chokehold. The seismic convulsions pulverizing his cock were almost unbearable. Gnashing his teeth, he fought to withstand the manic strength of her arsehole. Fuck was right.
Just as the contractions began to loosen their grip, his balls decided they’d had enough. He came hard, his body jerking uncontrollably, shooting his cream so far up her tract that that enema was going to seem like a weak stream in comparison. He shuddered as his cock thumped against her walls and the periphery of his vision sparkled with black stars. Closing his eyes, he ignored the encroaching blur of reality.
When he had nothing more to give, he went still and buried his nose in her braid. “How was that, princess? Did I get you over your buggery fears?”
She reached backward to touch his face. “You were perfect, Lucius. I loved it.”
Smiling, he kissed her fingers. “Thank you,” he whispered. “You were perfect too, love. Your arse is magnificent.”
“Are you ready for more?” Draco asked, sliding back up to kiss her. “You haven’t forgotten about the rest of us, have you?”
Hermione laughed and stroked his cheek. “Of course I haven’t forgotten you.”
Draco grinned. “Then roll over and let me see that bum. I’m about to burst.”
Leading note--In music theory, a leading-note (also subsemitone, and called the leading-tone in the US) is a note or pitch which resolves or "leads" to a note one semitone higher or lower, being a lower and upper leading-tone, respectively.
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=gM01663tNuE
Chopin's Prelude in E Minor https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=ef-4Bv5Ng0w
"Take Me to Church" by Hozier. Written by Andrew Hozier-Byrne and released in 2013. The song was nominated for the Grammy Award for Song of the Year at the 57th Annual Grammy Awards, and has been certified five times platinum in the US. https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=MYSVMgRr6pw
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