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Teaching Miss Granger	By : OracleObscured Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 116943 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 14
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38- Cat Scratch Fever
That weekend was more exhausting than her whole week put together. After a cleansing (and oral) round in the tub, they’d gone downstairs to get a snack, and she’d ended up on the kitchen counter—legs around his hips, her hair caught in the cabinet hinge. Then he’d bent her over the table and banged her from behind, her arm winding up in the butter. He had licked her clean and they settled in the chair in the front room. Hermione rode him while he kissed her neck and murmured in her ear.
She was grateful that he was better, but by the time they got back upstairs, she was starting to wonder if they would ever go to sleep. The buzzing had worn off their bodies, but his cock was still like marble. Hermione's head was flying, and she pulled him on top of her so she wouldn’t become airborne. They fell asleep some time after three, his chest pressed to her back, cock still inside, hand over her heart.

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Snape opened his eyes to a face full of curly hair. Brushing it away so it would stop tickling his nose, he felt his cock shift inside her. Bloody hell. I can NOT still be hard. He pulled out a little, looking down over her arse and groaned. He wasn’t the only one still affected by whatever had happened last night. Her pussy was just as wet as he was erect.
He kissed the side of her neck. “Are you awake, love?”
Hermione mumbled incoherently.
“Your pussy’s awake. Join us. I need to come again.”
“Me too,” she rasped.
He smiled and nipped her ear.
“Dreamt about you last night,” she muttered as she wiggled back into his chest and ground her hips closer to him, countering his slow grind.
“Hm. I dreamt about you too,” he told her, wondering how often they dreamt of one another at the same time. “What did you dream about?”
“School.”
“School? I hope this involves detention and black knickers.”
Hermione stroked the top of his hand as he teased her nipple. “You weren’t wearing any knickers.”
“That’s a relief,” he drawled, licking the back of her ear. “Were you equally bare?”
“Yes. I think I was there for some kind of Head meeting, but we ended up at your desk, shagging.”
“Sounds like something we’d do. Is that why you’re so wet this morning?”
“That was probably from the other dream.”
“Tell me,” he whispered into her neck.
Hermione shivered. “I was in your garden gathering plants for you when you came home and found me. I had on a dress but nothing on underneath it, and you had your hands all over me. I thought my pussy was going to start dripping down my leg.”
“A white dress?”
“Yes. Wait . . . how did you know that?”
“I told you I loved you, and you came all over my hand.”
She looked at him over her shoulder. “The sun was bright. I could see my pussy juice glinting on your fingers when you pulled away. How did you see in my head?”
“I didn’t. I saw in my head. What happened next?”
Hermione smiled down at his hand on her breast. “I opened your trousers and—”
“Got on your knees and sucked my cock.”
Grinning, Hermione traced his ring. “We had the same dream. That seems rather fitting after last night. And a bit creepy.”
He smirked and tickled his way down to her clit. “Dream squatter.”
She laughed. “How do you know I invaded your dreams. Maybe you invaded mine. You’re the one always peeking in my head.”
“I’ve had the same dream several times before.” Except last night’s had been different. He didn’t have to wander any dark corridors searching for her, worried he might never see her again. He’d gone to the correct door first try.
“Really? How many times?”
“I don’t know. Maybe once or twice a month.”
“Does the same thing happen every time?”
“Sometimes the way we fuck is different,” he purred in her ear. “Once the bathtub was in the asphodel, and you made me get in.”
Hermione laughed and held onto his arm as he cupped her sex. “A bathtub? In the garden?”
“I can’t say I understood the symbology on that one.”
“It sounds romantic. Was it day or night?”
“It’s always day. The sun’s always blinding.”
“You shagged me against the house last night . . . or afternoon-night.”
“Yes, I do that often.”
“I think I came. I mean in real life.”
He suspected he’d come as well. It was hard to tell in their current state. “Are you going to come in real life right now?”
Hermione grinned. “Yes, sir, very soon. Will you fuck me harder?”
“Yes, love, as hard as you want.” His hips drove into her, speeding up until he heard her moaning. “That’s it, love. Come for me. Say my name. Make the neighbors jealous.”
Hermione snickered through a moan. He had the house sealed up tighter than Gringotts. No way could anybody hear anything. “Yes, sir.”
His finger tickled her clit, and he felt her body go still. That’s my girl.
“Severus!”
He thrust faster, catching up with hear easily. As soon as her pussy started to pulse, his balls followed suit, his cock gushing as if he hadn’t come in weeks. His breath stuttered over the back of her neck.
“Gods, Hermione!” he grunted through his teeth.
They lay there for several minutes, enjoying the aftermath. His hand, wet from her pussy, rested on her chest, and she petted the hair on his arm.
“I am not your puppy, Miss Granger.”
Hermione grinned and brought his fingers to her lips to kiss them. “Yes, you are.”
“Only if you’re my pussy.”
“You know I am.”
He stroked his hand down her back, following the curve of her backside. “I’m going to have to give you another bath, Miss Kitty. You’re covered in cream.”
She held back a giggle. “Cats don’t like water. They like tongues.”
Snape snorted. “I’ll lick you clean if you put on your collar and be my pet all day.”
Hermione looked over her shoulder at him in interest. “Are you going to make me drink out of a bowl, or do I get to eat at the table?”
“You can eat out of my lap.”
Hermione’s grin widened. “You’re not going to make me go in the garden or anything, are you?”
He chuckled softly. “Not unless you want to.”
She shook her head. “I’ll stick with the loo.”
Wiping his eyes, he nodded. “All right. Do we have a deal?”
“How long is all day?”
Smart girl. “Until sunset.”
“That’s a long time for a little licking.”
He shrugged. “That’s a lot of cream for one pussy. Take it or leave it. It was just a suggestion.”
Hermione eased his still hard cock out of her and rolled over. “I’m in.”

- - - - - - - - - -
“This is never-ending, love,” Snape muttered to her clit.
“It was your idea. Are you backing out?”
“No. I just wish I’d eaten something before we started.”
“I don’t want toast crumbs in my snatch.”
His shoulders shook as he held back a laugh. “Agreed. You'd better be the best damn cat in the world after this.”
“Meow.”
“What was that?” he asked, snickering up at her.
“Practice. Don’t stop. I’m almost there.”
“Come for me, kitty.”

- - - - - - - - - -
Snape sat in his chair, reading to her from his book, absently petting her head in his lap. She’d been extremely good for him, wearing her collar and crawling around after him completely naked. He’d gotten dressed before they went down to eat, and she curled up on his bed to watch him. He was starting to get worried about his ongoing erection. It was difficult dressing with a wand in your shorts. I have to leave the house sooner or later. I can’t walk around like this all day.
He let her walk down the stairs on two legs, unwilling to take the time to watch her crawl; but as soon as they got to the first floor, she went back to her hands and knees and followed him into the kitchen. He fed her chicken and bits of toast from his hand while she knelt by his chair and rubbed her cheek against his thigh. Beckoning her forward, he set some grapes on the napkin in his lap for her while he finished his own food. She crawled under the table and nuzzled his hard-on as she ate.
Severus found out it was very difficult to dine with someone rooting around your fly with their face. After pouring some juice on his saucer, he set it on the floor for her and gave her a look that said she'd better drink it. She thought about it for several long seconds but then either decided she wanted to do it or didn’t care, because she lapped it up as if she was parched.
They went to the front room after that so he could catch up on his reading. That was impossible with her crawling around stretching and meowing with her chin on his knee. He told her he would read out loud to her if she would be a good kitty and stay still.
And she was. Snape finished taking notes from his reading then set it aside and smiled down at her. “You’ve been a very good pussy so far. I don’t have any cat treats for you, but you can have this if you like."
Hermione couldn’t keep the grin off her face as he unzipped his trousers. His cock sprang free, and she ran her cheek along its length, purring softly.
“That’s my sweet kitten,” he murmured, petting her head. “Show me how well you can lick me.”
It turned out the answer was very well. He didn’t know if he was still reeling from the night before or what, but her tongue felt otherworldly. When he shoved his trousers below his hips, she buried her face in his bollocks as if they were cat nip.
“Merlin’s balls,” he hissed. “That’s it, pet. Go back to my cock. Suck me nice and slow. No hands. Cat’s don’t have hands.”
Cats don’t suck cock either, she thought, laughing to herself.
There was a knock at the front door, and Hermione froze and looked up at him, his cock almost in her throat.
Severus would have laughed at her wide-eyed expression if he hadn’t been so annoyed by the interruption.
“Who can that be?” he muttered as he pulled out of her mouth and yanked his trousers back into place. “Be my good kitty." He kissed her on the forehead before rising from the chair.
Snape looked through the peephole and sighed as he answered the door, blocking the room from view with his body. “Potter. I should have guessed. Your timing, as usual, is impeccable.”
“Is Hermione here?”
Snape glanced over his shoulder at her petrified form. She was still kneeling on the floor, both of her hands over her mouth in a tableau of terror. He looked back at Potter. “Yes.”
“So can I talk to her?”
“No.”
Harry blinked at him. “I can’t talk to her?”
Cats can’t talk. “No.”
“Is she all right?” Harry asked, narrowing his eyes.
“More than all right,” he smiled evilly. Purrrrfect.
“Oh, blimey,” Harry muttered. “I don’t want to know. Just tell her we’re having people over to the Burrow at the end of the month for a sort of combination birthday party for me and Ginny. It's a bit late, but we wanted to get everybody together again before the end of the summer.”
“How quaint.”
Harry rolled his eyes. “You’re both invited. I know how much you like parties.”
“Will you be making another ‘cake’?”
“Not if I have anything to say about it. Are you two ever coming back to Grimmauld Place?”
“Probably.” Just as soon as my cock deflates.
Harry studied him again. “Is something different about you?”
“Goodbye, Potter. I’ll give her your message.” He shut the door in Harry’s face.
Harry called through the door, “Showers are nothing to be ashamed of if that’s what you’re doing differently, Snape.”
“Brat,” he muttered, walking back to his chair. “Would you stop sitting like that. He didn’t see anything.”
Hermione dropped her hands and sank down flat on the floor. The wood felt cool compared to the adrenaline-fueled hot flash coursing through her body.
“A birthday party for Potter. What a revolting thought. I’m sure you’ll be forcing me to go. You can save the spiel. We'll make a deal later—when you’re less feline.”
Hermione turned her head to look at his shoes, her heart pounding.
“Come on, pet. Come get in my lap. I need you to keep my cock warm.”
“Meow,” she whispered.
- - - - - - - - -
“Come along now, kitten. I know you can arch your back better than that. Let’s see that tail in the air.”
Hermione buried her burning face in her arm. When she was slow to use the toilet in front of him, he’d gotten the riding crop from the extra bedroom and brought her back downstairs to “train." She was currently on her knees with her bum in the air, giving him a direct target.
He tapped her wet pussy. “That’s better. There won’t be any hesitation when you wear that collar. You do what I tell you. I asked for nothing unreasonable.” The crop snapped her bum. “If you’re going to be difficult, I’ll go get a leash at the store, and you can tell everyone there you’ve been my naughty kitten.”
Hermione blushed brighter. She knew he’d never really make her do that, but just thinking about it made her nervous. He gave her six quick slaps with the crop.
“Keep that back arched. Spread your legs.” He rubbed the rod between her cheeks. “I want to see every hole on display.”
Hermione’s heart quickened. Her pussy was already swollen with want. If he kept hitting her clit, she was going to come.
Snape slapped her arsehole and watched her writhe. He knew what she wanted, and he planned on giving her just enough to keep her on the edge. “Someone’s in heat. I’ve never seen such a needy little kitten before. The whole room smells of pussy.”
The leather keeper stroked her clit, and she did her best to keep quiet.
He smirked when she whimpered into her arm. “Did you say something, pet? What do good pussies say?”
“Meow,” she whispered.
“Louder.”
“Meow.”
“Good. Let’s see if you can—“
There was a knock at the door.
“Dammit! What is this, King’s Cross Station? How many bloody people can show up in one day?” He went to the door and checked the peephole. Marvelous.
“Draco,” he said, opening the door and pulling the blond inside before he could respond. “Just the person to visit our cat show.”
Draco gave him a confused look then noticed Hermione in the middle of the floor. “I’m sorry . . . what?”
“Say hello to our guest, kitten.”
“Meow.”
Snape smirked at him. “Want to see her sit up and beg?”
“That’s dogs,” Draco said, trying not to laugh. “Cats mostly just lie about and leave sick in your shoes.”
“Not if you train them correctly. Show him how you sit up, pet.”
Hermione sat back on her heels and spread her legs, hands behind her head.
“That’s my girl. Show us your belly.”
Hermione’s face flamed as she rolled on her back and stretched her arms above her head.
“See? Training,” Snape said with a smirk.
“I guess this answers my question about whether you’re on the mend."
“Never felt better. Would you like some lunch?”
“I’ve eaten.
“Then come sit in the kitchen with us. She’ll eat out of your hand.”
I’d rather she eat out of my arse. “Sounds fun.”
“Come along, pet.”

- - - - - - - - - -
Hermione sat under the table, going between Draco and Snape. She hadn’t crawled around under a table like that since she was maybe seven. It was a bit of a relief that they couldn’t see her. Draco was tearing off bits of a turkey sandwich for her, and Snape was feeding her strawberries. He had her jar of chocolate sauce and was occasionally dipping the strawberries in it and then letting her lick his fingers clean while he stroked her hair. Draco couldn’t stop smirking down at her whenever she ate his proffered sandwich.
“You make a good cat, Granger.”
She smiled and took the torn square of sandwich from his fingers with her teeth.
“She wants you to pet her,” Snape told him.
Draco stroked her hair, and she rested her forehead on his knee while she chewed. Being petted was strangely soothing, and she definitely preferred it over 101 cat tricks.
Draco eyed Snape as he rubbed Hermione’s head. “What’s happened to you?”
“What do you mean?”
“You look different.”
Snape shrugged. “She’s been taking good care of me.”
Draco looked at Hermione under the table; she smiled at him, and he grinned back. “Granger’s good, but she can’t suck ten years off a man.”
“She certainly tries.”
Draco laughed. “No argument there. But she said you were all cut up and bruised. Not only do you not look hurt, you look . . . improved. What’s going on?”
Hermione was mouthing something at him under the table. Love.
“It’s a long story,” Snape sighed. “And since neither of us knows what happened, there isn’t much to tell.”
Hermione crawled over to Snape and ate the strawberry from his hand then laid her face against his crotch. He smirked down at her, running his fingers into her hair. “Is it time for strawberries and cream, kitten?”
“Meow.”
Draco snickered and waved a new piece of sandwich under the table. “Here, kitty kitty. You’ve almost finished this.”
Hermione kissed Snape’s fingers and went back for the rest of her sandwich.
“Make her eat it off your lap,” Snape told him. “She’s quite good at it.”
Draco set the bite he’d torn off on his zip and tried to maintain a passive expression as she rubbed her face in his lap. “So . . . did you like the ring?” He winced as she nibbled his cock through his trousers.
“It’s nice. I didn’t know you were so charitable.”
“Only towards those I share a bed with.”
“With whom I share a bed,” Snape corrected.
“I didn’t come here for a grammar lesson. Hell, I didn’t come here for this,” he said, putting more sandwich in his lap. “I came to see how you were. And to see how Granger’s nursing school was going.”
“She’s an excellent caregiver.”
“So she’s been kissing everything better?”
“You see me sitting here perfectly healthy, don’t you?”
Draco brushed the crumbs off his hands and stoked the side of her face. “Yeah, I see. I’m just not sure what I’m seeing." He groaned. “Stop that, Granger, or I’m going to take it out.”
Snape held a strawberry under the table and clicked his tongue at her, softly calling. Hermione came back to him and sucked the strawberry from his fingers. “Lick my fingers clean, kitten. If you’re good, I’ll let you lick my cock clean next. I know how much you like chocolate.”
“Meow.”
Snape’s lip twitched as he unzipped his fly for her. “There’s a jar of caramel in the refrigerator, Draco. Don’t say I never paid you back.”
Draco raised his eyebrows. “I don’t need any caramel.” And that won’t cover that ring by a long shot.
“Don’t be thick. Put it on your dick and sit down. She’s got a sweet tooth.”
Draco grinned as he went to the refrigerator and found the caramel. “How sweet do you want it, Granger?”
“Meow,” she said with a shrug.
Snape trailed a line of chocolate down his cock with one finger. “Bring your chair over here, Draco. She’s going to get tired crawling back and forth.”
Draco pulled open his trousers and pushed his chair closer to Snape with one foot. He didn’t like the side-by-side comparison. He may be better looking, and his cock above average; but next to Snape, he felt like a first-year changing in the locker room with a seventh-year.
“You want me to just smear it on?” he asked her.
“You’ve never had a witch lick something off you cock?” Snape asked.
“I’ve never needed a condiment to get a witch to suck me,” Draco snapped back.
Severus took the jar from his hand. “I wasn’t judging. I was just wondering what you’ve been doing at Eros all this time,” he said as he unscrewed the jar. “And condiments are never needed. They’re just a bonus. Here. You'd better come lick this, kitten. Draco’s wearing your favorite.” And he’s grumpy.
Hermione’s tongue froze mid-lick on Snape’s cock as she watched him smear a glob of caramel down the underside of Draco’s erection with one long finger. Draco’s dick jumped at the contact, and his jaw clenched tight.
Snape shook his head in amusement when he felt her rough exhale on his sticky dick. She’s so easy to please. “Go on, pet. Show him how nice it is,” he murmured, licking the remaining caramel from his finger. Damn, that is good.
Draco saw the way her eyes flared when Snape touched him. She has to be the horniest witch I’ve ever met. She’s got everyone fooled. Well, except Snape. Kneeling between his legs, she bent her face to his hard-on, spreading the caramel around with her tongue before starting to lick it off. It was nice. Maybe I should ask somebody at Eros to do this. Her mouth closed around him, and he sighed heavily through his nose.
Snape unbuttoned his shirt so it wouldn't get candy-coated then he picked up the chocolate again. He spread a thin layer all over his shaft as he watched her lap Draco clean. “Okay, pet. Come back here. Draco will still be there in a minute.”
Hermione went back to him. It was easier with them sitting closer; she just had to turn a little. But her knees were starting to ache from crawling around so much. Snape’s cock twitched against her tongue, still tight as a bow. Mine mine mine. Yum. He tasted like sex and chocolate. She knew the indefatigable hard-on was uncomfortable for him, but she liked the constant reminder of his lust. Whatever magic was happening to them had also left her in a constant state of ultra juiciness. But, except for the sensation of leaking, she didn’t find it that different from her usual state.
Sucking the chocolate with her lips, she removed all traces of the sweet sauce. His dick had looked strangely tan with all the chocolate, but now it was just shiny and slick with her saliva.
“Okay, pet. Go torture Draco some more.” I don’t want to come in less than a minute in front of a Malfoy.
Draco growled as she started to suck the caramel off his shaft. She had her head turned sideways, and he was starting to feel like an ear of corn. Her tongue was driving him mad. He was actually getting a lot of head at Eros, but he had a soft spot for Granger. Vi was quite good at it . . . and so was Cherry. Angel was very sweet, and she knew how to look at him while she sucked him. Cleo never swallowed, so he’d given up on her unless he was in the mood to come on her tits (although, she gave a wicked hand-job that made him wonder why he’d ever considered it juvenile). But Granger had a playful enthusiasm about it that made him want to come all over her face. “You’re missing my balls, kitty cat.”
Hermione couldn’t keep from smiling. You want those balls sucked? Fine. We’ll play that game. She looked at Snape then at the jar of caramel. His lips twitched as he read her face. Snape picked up the jar and scooped out a finger full.

“Here you go, pet,” he said, stroking Draco’s sac. “You'd better get all of that off of him, or he’s going to go home smelling like a sundae.”
Hermione smiled and purred then spent the next ten minutes trying to get it all off. By the time she got one side clean, Draco seemed ready to tear out all his hair. His cock was twitching so much it looked as if he were keeping time for the band.
“Fuck, Granger. I’ve got to come. My dick is killing me.”
“Keep it on yourself,” Snape warned.
“Dammit! You know, that ring wasn’t cheap.”
“I let you fuck her. Do you think you can put a price on that?”
“I could think of a number.”
“Take that back if you want to come at all.”
Draco grinned at Snape’s sudden dark tone. Putting one hand on her hair, Draco rubbed her head. “All right, calm down. I take it back. You’re priceless, Granger. Your pussy is unsurpassed in the history of pussy. Happy?” he asked Snape.
“Your sarcasm suggests that you’ve forgotten how long you lasted that day. That pussy broke you in less than five minutes. Or was it my presence that accounted for your impressive time?” Severus asked quietly, grasping Draco’s shaft in a tight fist.
Draco snapped his jaw tight, glaring down at Snape’s hand. He had to be careful. If Snape couldn’t guess from his cock, his voice might betray how close he was. And if he said the wrong thing, he’d be kicked out with his trousers round his ankles and caramel on his bollocks.
Hermione watched them both with wide eyes. She didn't want them to argue, and she wasn’t offended by what Draco had said. She had a feeling he’d pay a pretty steep price to fuck her pussy again. But Snape was purposefully trying to humiliate him; his hand was slowly pumping Draco’s cock while he stared him down. It was like some weird alpha-dog sexual ritual. Hermione gave Draco an apologetic look as she stroked Snape’s hand.
“Meow,” she said nervously. Please be nice.
Snape glanced at her. She looked apprehensive, even with her mouth on Malfoy’s balls.
Draco didn’t want to give into Snape, but he didn’t want to fight either. He knew who would win. “I’m sorry,” he hissed. “It wasn’t totally sarcastic. Fucking Granger was the best time I’ve ever had.” Please don’t tear off my cock.
“So you would be grateful to continue playing with us?” Snape pressed.
“Yes.”
“Yes what?”
Malfoy gritted his teeth and rolled his neck once so it cracked loudly. “Yes, sir.”
“Keep licking him, kitten. He’s going to come for us.”
Hermione did her best to watch them both, giving up blinking so she didn't miss anything. Snape pumped Draco a little faster, his fingers rippling around his shaft. Malfoy bucked against both of them twice, and she felt the testicle she was sucking on pull high, trying to escape her mouth. Hermione sucked hard to keep it in, and his hand tightened in her hair.
Draco couldn’t keep quiet; he grunted softly as Snape made him ejaculate all over his own chest and belly. It looked as though he’d been in a painting accident. Snape milked the remaining semen from his cock, and Draco watched it ooze out the tip.
Severus ran his thumb over Draco’s spattered head and collected the remaining cream. He held up his hand and nodded at Draco. “Lick it off.”
Malfoy stared at the hand like a five-year-old who’d been told to eat their Brussels sprouts. “Can’t you just vanish it?”
“No. If you're going to play with us, you need to do your part. She wants to watch. Look at her. She’s ready to hump your leg.”
Draco looked down at Hermione’s wide eyes and dropped jaw. She did look pretty turned on.
“See? Now I want you to think about all the humiliating things she’s done in front of you. For you. I hardly think this compares. It’s not as if you haven’t done it before. Why don’t you tell her what you’ve been doing at night in the bathtub. She’d like to hear that.”
Draco turned red. How did you see that, you son of a bitch?
“I’ve seen more. Shall I tell her?”
“No.”
“Then start sucking this come off my hand and you tell her.”
Draco swallowed hard then licked Snape’s thumb.
“That’s better. Would you like to see her hump your leg? She’ll do it. She fancies it even more than you fancy doing this,” Snape said, nodding at his creamy hand.
Draco glanced at Granger. His face was flaming like the sun.
“Go on, pet. Rub your pussy on him. Show him how much you appreciate the show.”
Hermione climbed up and straddled Draco’s thigh. Her pussy was going to soak through his trousers. Putting her hands on his chest to steady herself, she started to ride his leg. His eyes ran down her body, watching her as she moved.
Severus was tired of waiting, so he pressed his thumb into Draco’s mouth. Draco gave him a nervous glance, but Snape kept his face passive. He didn’t give a newt’s eye whether the boy had been eating his own come every time he jerked off. And he certainly didn’t think anything about the other things he’d seen in Draco’s head. The Malfoys were very easy to read when they were coming. Lucius had the same shortfall. If Draco wanted to bugger himself in the bathtub and taste the rewards, he saw nothing wrong with that. “All right, that’s good. Lick off the rest and tell her what you’ve been doing.”
Draco licked Snape’s hand clean without looking at either of them then stared at the ceiling for several seconds, trying to decide if it was worth it.
“Meow,” Hermione whimpered.
“She’s close, Draco. Tell her.”
Draco sighed then looked at Hermione. “Come here, Granger." He pulled her face to his. “I’ll tell you, but I don’t want to say it out loud.”
Hermione nodded and leaned in so he could whisper in her ear.
“Ever since you made me lick my come off your tits that night, I’ve been tasting it every time. Well . . . every time I’m alone. It doesn’t taste as bad as I first thought.”
Hermione bucked against him. “Meow,” she whispered.
Draco smiled. “Oh, you’re definitely going to like this next bit. I got tired of using my fingers, so I bought a muggle vibrator when I bought you that nurse getup. It’s not very big, but it’s curved at the end and hits my prostate. I’ve never spent so much time in the bath. I’m getting to be as bad as you.”
Hermione was delighted by this information. And shocked. And excited. She was trying to hold back until he finished talking, but once she was thinking about Draco getting buggered, she came in a rush. Dropping her head onto his shoulder, she rode thorough her release.
Snape smirked as she came on Malfoy’s knee. Now that he had no doubts about her desire and love for him, letting her come on Malfoy meant very little. He was still a bit jealous, but he had no sudden dread that she’d leave him for the blond. He didn’t think she really even wanted to be on Draco’s lap just then. He knew she’d rather be in his lap. And that was enough for him. “Okay, pet. That was very good. Do you want to lick her, Draco?”
“Yes.”
“Up on the table,” he told Hermione. “Get on your back.”
Hermione did as she was told, spreading her legs for Draco’s tongue. He was much better at it than the last time they’d been together; she moaned and arched closer to his face.
Snape nodded. “When she’s clean, you can start on me.”
Draco went still.
“Your father would never get on his knees in front of me. We always had to be in the bed. How he finds kneeling too servile but then begs for me to choke him with my cock is beyond me.”
Draco pulled his face out of her snatch. “Are you serious?”
“About your father? I’m afraid so. That man has issues.”
“No . . . well . . . yes, but I meant . . . I can’t suck your dick.”
“Why not?”
“Because . . . I’m not gay; I’ve never done it before.”
“I find labels cumbersome. They seem to be mostly for people who aren’t getting any or, at the very least, aren’t getting enough to mind their own business. I wouldn’t call myself gay either. I’ve never been in love with a man. My attraction is more centered around pleasure than gender.”
“How many dicks have you sucked?”
“Quite a few.”
“Well, my number’s zero, and I wasn’t planning on breaking that record this afternoon.”
“I know you’ve thought about it. More than once. Stop building it up in your head into something it isn’t. It’s no different than when you sucked my thumb a minute ago.”
“I beg to differ.”
“What scares you more, that you’ll hate it or that you’ll love it?”
Draco stared at him for a few seconds and then looked at Hermione. She was watching them both with a dazed expression, as if they were an avant-guard play, and she was the agape audience. He didn’t know the answer to Snape’s question. Would it be weird to like it? What was he going to do if he did? Go to Eros and start hitting on the blokes in leather?
“How do you separate this in your head?” Malfoy asked quietly.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean . . . before you were with Hermione, did you purposefully go to Eros looking for wizards?”
“Not really. I just didn’t turn down the offers I received. Well, not the ones I was interested in. Obviously I didn’t just sleep with everyone.”
Could have fooled me, Draco said to himself. “No wizards have ever hit on me at Eros.”
“That’s because you’ve only ever been with the witches there. If you started having threesomes with another man, and people knew, you’d get a whole new set of offers.”
“So you honestly just sleep with other wizards because it’s fun?”
“I don’t know if I’d describe it as fun. Being with other men is just different. It’s usually pretty intense, but that depends on the person. Men know what other men like. It’s like fucking yourself . . . only you never know what the other person is going to do next. You’ve seen Hermione with another witch; did you think that made her a lesbian?”
“No.”
“You’ve been with Vi. Did you think any differently of her because she’s been with other witches?”
“No, but they’re witches. That’s different.”
“Why?”
“It’s sexy.”
“Don’t fall for the advertising, Draco. You should decide for yourself what you think is sexy. Ask Hermione if she thinks two wizards together is sexy.”
“That doesn’t count. She’s a sex-fiend.”
Snape laughed. “Hermione? Hardly. The only difference with her is that she was too caught up in school and saving her friends to be concerned with sexual taboos. When she finally had the freedom to explore that side of herself, she only had the fantasies in her head to work with and probably a few muggle romance movies. And books, yes I know, pet, books. She took the things that turned her on and left the rest with little judgement.”
“How can you say that? She’s embarrassed by everything! She was scared to death when she ate out Vi.”
“Yes, but she did it. And she didn’t deny her desire of that fantasy. Everybody has sexual hangups. That’s the world we live in. But she goes wherever her libido takes her, even when it embarrasses her. She knows there’s no judgment from me. Hell, she’s been acting like a bloody cat for me all day. She loves it.”
“But there’s judgement from the rest of the world.”
“Draco, you’re going to have a very disappointing life if you live it for other people. If someone doesn’t like what you’re doing in your private life, then ignore them. You’re not hurting anybody. Tell them to bugger off and mind their own business. And I imagine in your family, you’re the least neurotic one. If you think Lucius has the right to say anything about what you’re doing, ask him how he almost got kicked out of Eros.”
“I’m nervous,” Draco whispered to Hermione’s thigh.
She petted his hand and smiled at him.
“Most people are when they do something for the first time.”
“If I hate it, can we stop?”
“Yes. I’m not going to force myself on you. What’s your safe word?”
“Salazar.”
“Do you want to stay in that chair?”
Draco looked around. “Yes.”
Severus rose and stood next to him. “Do what you’ve thought about doing. Don’t overanalyze it. Other people just want you to want them. You don’t have to wow them with tricks.”
Draco nodded and turned to Snape. “How are you still hard?”
Snape gave Hermione a small smile. “That’s a long story. Let’s just say it’s starting to wear out its welcome.”
Snape’s cock was intimidating as hell. Draco felt he needed a game plan just to figure out how to go at it.
“Start slow,” Severus cautioned. “Just use your tongue first.”
Hermione watched with bated breath as Draco leaned in close to Snape. When his mouth was a centimeter away from touching the tip, she slammed her hand on the table and sat up. “Me-ow!” she growled.
They both turned and looked at her as if she were mental. Snape arched one eyebrow. “Is there something you’d like to say, kitten?”
She nodded.
“All right. You have my permission to speak freely.”
“Get your fucking face away from his cock. That. Is. Mine.”
She didn’t know who looked more stunned, Draco or Severus. They both just stared at her for several seconds and then looked at each other. Draco laughed first; then Snape started grinning and shaking with restrained chuckles.
Draco leaned back and wiped his face. “What about all that you gave me about not owning each other? Because that sounded very possessive.”
“I don’t own him! I just don’t want you to touch him.”
Severus put his arm around her and pulled her face to his chest, trying not to laugh. “What happened, pet? I thought you wanted to see this?”
“I was wrong. I’ll watch Draco suck or fuck anyone else, but if he touches you, I’ll hurt him.”
Severus looked over at Draco, who was laughing uproariously in his chair. “All right, love. No need for threats. I didn’t know you were so jealous.”
“I’m sorry.”
“No, I kind of like it.”
“I don’t know how you stand to watch me with him.”
Severus gave her a considering look then shrugged. “I like to watch you climax.”
“Well, I like to watch you come too . . . but I want it to be because of me.”
Severus did laugh at that. “Do you think I’ll prefer Draco over you?”
“No, I just want to be the cause of your orgasm. Every time. Oh . . . that does sound selfish when I say it out loud. Hmm,” she ran that over in her head. “Nope, I don’t care. It’s how I feel. Do you think I’m horrid?”
Severus smirked and shook his head. “Not at all. Blunt maybe, but not horrid. I don’t have a problem with your demands. You’re already the cause of all my orgasms. In fact I’m rather touched by your anger.”
Hermione put her arms around him, hugging him tightly. “If you want me to stop doing things with Draco, I understand.”
“Actually, I’m less jealous now than I used to be. I know how you feel about Draco, and I know how you feel about me. I find him very useful, especially for humiliating you. He’s more of a sex toy than a competitor. Don’t take that the wrong way, Draco.”
Draco wiped his eyes as he tried to stop laughing. “Was there a right way to take that? Never mind. I know what you mean. I’m not offended.”
“I’m only okay with Draco though,” he told her, blocking out Draco’s dying laughter. “No one else will ever do the things I let Draco do. I may allow some of the other doms to touch you occasionally, but they will never fuck you or lick you. I don’t mind Vi or the other witches touching you. I have no jealousy about them whatsoever. Which I’m sure says something sexist about me, but that’s just the way it is.”
“No, I understand.” Hermione nodded. “And I don’t mind you touching Draco. Or any other wizard. It’s sexy. I just don’t want anyone else touching your cock. You’re for me. Wait . . . I didn’t mean that to sound like you’re only around for my amusement and pleasure. I just meant . . .”
“I know,” Severus said, smiling softly. “No explanation necessary. It’s important to you that you please me, just as it’s important to me to please you.”
“Yes,” she said, relieved. “I work hard for it. Pleasing you makes me happy. I don’t want that taken away.”
“I feel the same way, love. When I ask others to touch you, they become extensions of myself. I’m pleasing you through them. But there’s a line I don’t want them to cross. There are parts of you that are just for me as well.”
“Should I leave?” Draco asked. “This is sweet and all, but I don’t want to watch you two kiss for the next hour.”
Severus shook his head. “No, we’re still playing.” He stroked the side of Hermione’s face.
Draco waited for them to finish kissing and then asked what had been plaguing his mind since Snape unbuttoned his shirt. “Are you two going to tell me what’s really going on now? Something’s happened. You both look entirely too happy, and there’s not so much as a scratch on Snape.”
Severus nodded. “It’s a lengthy story. Do you need to be somewhere?”
“No, I’m free.”
“What I tell you stays between us. We don’t need any more publicity.”
“Don’t insult me. I’ve never told anyone anything about you two.”
“I know. That’s why you’re still welcome in this house. How about you, pet? Are you ready to be my sweet pussy again?”
“Meow.”
He smiled. “All right. Get down here and finish me off then we can go in the other room, and you can ride me while I tell Draco what happened.”
“Me-ow,” she agreed happily.

- - - - - - - - - -
“I take it the garden has a glamour over it?” Draco commented and sat down next to Snape on the back step.
“Yes. The whole property is protected. I enjoy my privacy.”
“What do your neighbors see when they look in your backyard?”
“An empty expanse of grass.”
“But you have up Muggle-repellant charms, right?”
“MmHm.”
“Does she know all that?”
“I’ve never told her, but I’m sure she has some idea.”
“How long are you going to leave her out there?”
“Not much longer. She can’t do it.”
“Then why the charade?”
“It’s not a charade. I want her to do it.”
“Why? I didn’t think you were into piss.”
“I’m not. It was her idea.”
“Dragon shite,” Draco scoffed, shaking his head.
“No, really. When I asked her if she wanted to be my cat this morning, she asked me if that meant she’d have to go in the garden. I said no, she could use the loo.”
“Then why the hell are we out here?”
“Because she needs it. She has issues with the loo and having an audience. I’m hoping this loosens her up enough that she’ll see the toilet as a walk in the park. So to speak,” he said, gesturing at the lawn with one hand.
“Extreme humiliation to put the minor embarrassment in perspective?”
“Yes.”
“Do you think she’s getting off on this?”
“No, I think she’s terrified.”
“Well, I don’t know about you, but I can’t go with people staring at me. And I’m a bloke. I go in front of other blokes on a regular basis. If you really want her to do this, you should at least pretend not to watch.”
Snape nodded slowly. “Point taken. Being outdoors in the buff is probably humiliating enough for my purposes.” He rose from the step and walked over to where she was hiding behind the bluebells looking skittish and lost. “I’ll give you ten more minutes, kitten. Draco and I are going inside for tea. When we finish, I’ll come back out and check on you.”
“Meow,” Hermione whispered. At least they wouldn’t be watching her anymore (not that she believed the story about the tea).
“If you can’t do it, I’ll be disappointed; but I’ll understand. If you do manage to empty your bladder, I’ll give you carte blanche to do as you please tonight. Anything you like. Draco’s fair game. I’ll talk to him when we go inside. He’ll agree to it. I know you have all kinds of interesting scenes tumbling through that bushy head of yours. I’ll let Draco fuck you if you want. Or you can tie him up and torture him if that makes you happy. I’d appreciate it if you didn’t restrain me, but if that’s your choice, I’ll try to be civil. So it’s up to you. Be my good girl and go in the garden, or stay dry and let your bladder be full till sundown.”
Hermione watched him walk to the backdoor and take Draco inside. This has to be the most humiliating experience of my life. Her head was filled with arguments for either side battling for control. Why is he doing this to me? He said I could use the loo. It’s only about three more hours till the sun sets. I could wait.
But her collar was in on the debate too. You promised to do anything he asked when wearing your collar. Going outside won’t hurt you. It’s embarrassing, but not painful. You want to make him happy, don’t you? Just wee on the ground. It’s not difficult.
But I don’t want to wee on the ground. That’s why we have loos. I feel like an animal.
You are an animal. Humans are animals, and they spent hundreds of thousands of years going on the ground.
Yes, but I like civilization.
You’re not giving it up. You’re just suspending it for a while. And you know you want to decide what to do tonight. Anything you want, right at your fingertips. Just go right now.
Urine smells bad.
I’m sure Snape will clean you. He doesn’t want you to smell like a toilet either.
Then why is he doing this?
Probably because it embarrasses you so much.
This is not turning me on.
Maybe that’s not the point.
Bah! She sat back on her heels and rubbed her face. Okay, Hermione. You can do this. Just pretend you’re in the bathroom. Alone. Not naked. Try to think about what you want to do with them tonight instead.
Hermione focused on the thought of Draco buggering himself in the bathtub and immediately started giggling. I should make him take that dildo up his arse. Or just make Snape fuck him. Wait, do I want that? No, I want Snape to fuck me. But I would like to see him stick that glass cock up Malfoy’s arse. Or maybe I should do that to Severus. I’ve never fucked him with anything before. And that would teach them both not to make me go outside like a common house cat.
She took a deep breath and pushed as hard as she could. Why is it so hard to go when you don’t want to? It finally started to come out, and she sighed in relief. The decision had been made. I can’t believe I’m having a wee in Snape’s garden.
I’m glad I’m not a boy. I don’t think I could do this all the time. How do they go in front of each other as if it’s nothing? And how do they not look? Or do they? Is it like when I check out other witches tits? How can you not notice?
I really can’t believe I’m doing this.

- - - - - - - - - -
“You think she knows we’re watching?” Draco asked.
They were both standing at the tiny back window, Draco leaning against the wall and Snape standing behind him with his arms folded.
“Probably.”
“You think she’ll do it?”
“I’ve no idea.”
“She’s going to be filthy either way when she’s done. She’s been crawling around in the dirt for half an hour.”
“Yes,” Snape muttered. “I planned on giving her a bath.”
“I can’t believe I let you rope me into this. What if she wants me to . . . I don’t know . . . dress like a schoolgirl and wank in the corner.”
“I seriously doubt that. Well . . . there could be wanking involved, but she likes her wizards fairly masculine. I don’t think cross-dressing does anything for her.”
“What if she wants to hurt me?”
“In what way?” Snape asked, thinking that sounded ludicrous.
“I don’t know. She’s a physical girl. She’s already hit me once.”
Snape snorted. I would've like to've seen that. “She’s not going to hit you.”
“What do you think she’ll make us do?”
“I’m not sure. Whatever she says, you'd better act as if you love it.”
“That wasn’t part of the deal.”
“Don’t be a prat. You know you want her to tell you what to do.”
Draco raised one eyebrow and gave him a look. Maybe. “Are you going to bow to her every whim?”
“If she does this, yes.”
“When are you going to check on her?”
“How long has it been?”
“Dunno. I guess maybe eight minutes.”
“I’m going now.”

- - - - - - - - - -
Hermione crawled toward Severus as he came across the garden. Her thighs were sticky, and she wanted to get out of there as soon as possible. Mostly she felt gross (and maybe just a tiny bit of pride).
“Have you been a good girl out here, kitty?”
Hermione nodded. “Meow.”
Snape gave her a surprised look. “You have?” Crouching down, he held her face in his hand and made her look at him. “Your bladder is empty?”
Her face flushed bright red, but she didn’t look away. “Meow.”
Meow could mean anything, but she wasn’t lying to him. “Sit back.”
Hermione sat back on her heels. He let go of her face and slipped his hand between her thighs. She cringed. Ew.
Her thighs were moist, and while her pubic hair was usually damp, it didn’t seem to be juice. He sniffed his fingers and gave her an amused smirk. “I can’t believe you actually did it. Scourgify,” he muttered, cleaning his hand with the tip of his wand. “You are such a good girl. Turn around for me. Put your arse in the air.”
He cast another cleansing charm on her and patted her bum. “All clean. Would you like to take bath, kitten? You’ve got grass stains all over your hands and knees.”
Hermione nodded and closed her eyes when he stroked her head. Yes, I’m disgusting. Clean me please.
“I’m sure Draco would share it with you if I suggested it. Would you like that?”
Hermione looked at him. She wanted to take a bath with both of them. She’d suggest it later if it didn’t happen.
Snape didn’t miss the look in her eyes as she stared at him. She was turned on by the idea, but she wanted him. He smiled at her. “I will never get tired of seeing that look. Your lust could put the entire Slytherin dorm to shame. Come on. Maybe I can enlarge the tub.”

- - - - - - - - - -
Hermione sat in Snape’s lap, his erection gouging her bum. Draco was stroking her calf, sitting opposite them. There was a whole lot of dick going on in that tub, and Hermione’s head was playing one naughty scene after another. Her foot toyed with Draco’s bouncing cock under the water, and she couldn’t stop grinding against Snape.
Severus ran his finger along the edge of her collar. She’d never worn it for so long before. He was impressed that she had lasted all day. “You’ve been a very good kitty today, pet. I might let you eat at the table when we have dinner.”
Draco smirked. “I saw that, Granger. You want to eat on the floor. You’ve gone feral in one day: pissing in the yard, eating off the floor. Next you’ll bring Snape a dead bird and cough up a hairball in my lap.”
Fuck off. She rolled her eyes but knew she was blushing. Hermione didn’t want to eat off the floor. She wanted Snape to feed her. Those were two totally different things.
“Too bad your brush is elsewhere, pretty kitty. I know how much you like it on your fur.” Snape grinned, slipping his hand over her muff. “You’ll have the shiniest coat in town when we’re through with you.”
Hermione made a small noise and bucked her hips into his hand. Snape and Malfoy both laughed, and she huffed at the ceiling. Her pussy was on high-alert, dripping at the drop of a hat.
“Hold her legs apart, Draco. You know how cats get when you try to give them a bath.”
Draco’s hands went around her ankles, shackeling her with his fingers. It only made her pussy wetter. Snape’s arm went around her waist and held her tight as she struggled against Draco.
“Hold her tight. She likes to know she can’t move.”
“She’s slippery.”
“You haven’t seen anything yet. Get those claws out of my arm, kitten. If I have to restrain you with both hands, I won’t be able to scrub you clean.”
Hermione let go of his arm and put both of her hands behind her.
He let go of her waist and caught both of her wrists in one hand, pinning them to her lower back. “Good kitty,” he murmured in her ear. “Let’s see how clean we can get this little pussy.”
His free hand trailed down her belly, stopping to trace a circular pattern in the thicket of curls at her sex. Hermione moaned quietly and rolled her hips.
“So soft,” he whispered. “I could pet you all night.”
“Meow,” she panted.
Snape chuckled in her ear. “Look how swollen you are. I don’t even have to hold you open. Your pussy is begging for it.” Her lips had parted in an excited invitation, leaving her clit just visible. He traced that parted line and grazed her juicy nub with his index finger. Even under the water, she felt like silk. “Do you think I should let her come, Draco?”
“No.”
Hermione gave him a furious look, but Draco just laughed.
“Make her wait until we get out.”
“Do you want to eat her before dinner?”
“If you’re sharing.”
“I’m going to let Draco cat-sit you while I make dinner,” Snape said, kissing the side of her face. “Don’t forget you’re wearing your collar. Draco’s in charge. You just keep being a good kitty, and he’ll take care of you. Won’t you, Draco?”
Draco heard the mild threat in those words. Be nice or else. “I’ll take very good care of her. If you clean her arse, I’ll take excellent care of her.”
Hermione sighed out a needy grunt.
“You put nothing in her arse but your tongue,” Snape reminded him.
“That’s all I need.”
“All right, let her go. Pet, go bend over Draco so I can clean your favorite hole.”
Hermione smiled as everyone let her go. She didn’t know if it was her favorite hole . . . but it was in the top two. Kneeling with her hands next to Malfoy’s hips, she presented her arse to Snape.
Severus smirked as her hips wiggled in anticipation. He slapped her raised right cheek and watched her skin go pink. “I know what you want, pet. Just a finger for now though.” He soaped his index finger and pressed it to her twitching whorl. Slowly, he fingered her bum, twisting around and pumping. “All right, bring your arse under the water so I can rinse you.”
Hermione leaned her bum back underwater and sighed as he finger-fucked the soap away. Soap was irritating, but she fancied the burn.
Draco watched her eyes flutter closed. “Are you going to purr for me, kitty? Or scream? I’ve missed you soaking a wet spot on the bed. I’m going to make that pussy flow like a river.”
Hermione could only stare at him as Severus jiggled his finger deep inside her. Please don’t stop. Please don’t stop. Please don’t stop. He stopped, easing out of her like a whisper. She whimpered and squeezed her eyes closed. You’re going to bugger me the way I want later.
“Okay, Draco,” Snape said, washing his hand. “Dry her off and take her to the bedroom. It’ll take me a half-hour to make dinner. Make sure she’s hungry for it.”
“Can do,” Draco agreed and helped her out of the tub.
The towel felt very nice on her skin, and Hermione’s eyes were torn between watching Draco dry her and watching Snape dry himself and put on his trousers again. His erection tented the front, and she couldn’t look away.
Severus saw her staring and went to her, a small smile playing at his lips. “I’ll be right downstairs, pet,” he said with a soft kiss. “Call for me if you need anything. And don’t worry, your collar will protect you.”
She wasn’t worried about Draco. Despite all his bravado and arrogance, Draco had never been anything but gentle with her sexually. He’d spanked her and hurt her with the paddle and cane, but as soon as he was inside her in some way, whether it was his tongue, his fingers, or his dick, he had to be encouraged to the amount of roughness she wanted. She wondered how he’d been fucking the witches at Eros. Was it just her, or did he treat all of them the same way? She’d have to ask Vi next time she saw her.
Draco smirked and took her hand. “Come on, Catwoman. I want to see how many times you can come.”
Hermione smiled and let him lead her to the bedroom. He had a towel wrapped around his hips, and she had the urge to rip it off. He had a very nice arse; it seemed a sin to keep it covered. As she climbed on the bed, she could hear Severus downstairs setting a pan on the stove with a clank.
“Get on your back,” Draco told her. “Pull your knees back as far as you can. I want to see how wet you are before I start on that arse.”
Hermione’s pussy trickled a little at that. Holding her knees, she put herself on display, watching his reaction. Draco’s eyes never left her sex as he leaned over the edge of the bed and ran a finger down her slit.
“Merlin’s balls, Granger. Your pussy looks like it’s on fire. It’s almost purple. Have you been like this all day?”
She nodded and meowed in answer.
He used two fingers to spread her labia. “Look at that leakage,” he purred. “Good thing you’ve got all this lube to keep up with Snape’s everlasting boner. Your pussy looks like glass. Want me to polish it?”
Hermione laughed and nodded. “Meow.”
Draco ran his tongue up through her folds, circling her clit when he got to the top. “Goddammit. I forgot how good you taste. You'd better hold on tight, Granger. I’ve learned a lot since I saw you last. Sometimes I go through three pussies a night at Eros. Don’t be quiet. I want to hear you.”
Hermione’s eyes went wide as his tongue flattened over her clit and his lips sealed around her.

- - - - - - - - - -
“MEOW!”
Snape snorted over the shrimp. That was quick. He checked the clock. Either she was on new level of ready, or Draco was learning a good deal from his mentors at Eros.

- - - - - - - - - -
Draco laughed into her clit. “Next one, Granger. I want the bed wet when you’re done.
Two fingers pushed into her swollen vagina, and Hermione groaned. He deftly found her g-spot and started to stroke it with the tips of his fingers. Hermione dug her nails into the backs of her legs and picked up her head to look down at him. He gave her the most arrogant Malfoy smirk and latched onto her clit again. “Unh!”
That’s it, Granger. Tell me what you like. He teased her with his tongue, sucking right up around his fingers. Her hips twitched against his lips, and he used his free hand to hold her down. In a couple minutes, her slick wall started to swell even more. He could feel the growing tsunami waiting to be released.
His fingers sped up, curling against her as if he were beckoning the orgasm out of her. Hermione gritted her teeth and dropped her head back on the bed. The pressure was going to burst inside her. “UUUuuuuunh!”
Draco brushed his fingers over her clit as her pussy spurted all over the comforter. “Fuck yes, Granger. Bloody hell. I love watching you come. Do it again.”
Hermione panted at the ceiling, her head reeling. I can’t. Give me a minute.
Draco kissed her soaked clit and sat up. Rolling her over, he spread her legs wide and leaned over her bum. “Arch your back. Let me see it.”
Hermione moaned into the bed as his face dove into her arse. She couldn’t stay relaxed, humping the bed in reaction.
Draco growled and pulled a pillow from the head of the bed. He balled it up and smacked her bum. “Let me get this under your hips.”
Hermione lifted up for him, and her bum was suddenly propped in the air. His hands held her cheeks apart then he was right back in her furrow, licking and swirling over her dark star. When his fingers entered her pussy again, she thought she was going to scream.

- - - - - - - - - -
“Uuuunnnh!”
Severus looked at the door in shock. What the hell is he doing to her? That’s my noise. He checked the time and took the skillet off the burner. Padding up the stairs, he found Draco with his face in her bum and Hermione draped over a pillow. “Dinner’s ready.”
Draco looked over his shoulder and smirked. “I think she’s ready to eat.”
“Did Draco take good care of you, kitten?”
Her voice sounded shaky as she croaked out, “Meow.”
“I made that buttered shrimp you like.”
She warbled an inarticulate noise of gratitude into the comforter.
Draco ran his hand over her bum. “Come on, kitty cat. Show Snape how wet you got the bed.”
She couldn’t move.
Severus tickled the bottom of her foot as Draco got up and stretched. “I told you to stop marking the furniture, kitten.”
Hermione let out a weak giggle.
“It’s bad enough you use my back as a scratching post.”
Hermione twitched her foot away from his tickling and smiled.
“Can you walk, pet? Your food is going to get cold.”
She pulled her legs up under her and backed off the edge of the bed.
“That’s my girl,” Snape said, helping her stand. “Tell Draco thank you.”
Hermione held onto Snape’s arm so she wouldn’t fall. “Meow.”
Draco grinned and looked at Snape. “Has the sun set yet? I never thought I’d say this, but I need to hear Granger talk.”
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Teaching Miss Granger