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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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39 - No, My First Name Ain’t Baby, It’s Hermione, Miss Granger If You’re Nasty
Hermione rested her cheek on Snape’s knee. Dinner, even when eaten crawling about on the floor, was excellent. He brought another piece of shrimp down for her, and she took it with her teeth, licking the butter from his fingers. Being under the table provided her with an interesting view. Nothing like a good crotch-shot to round off a meal. They both wore trousers but had forgone their shirts. It was a nice look.
And between Snape’s undying pole-of-love and Draco’s 18-year-old libidinous erections, there was quite a lot to see. Draco held a slice of apple in his lap for her. He had put a drizzle of caramel on it; Hermione licked the sugar from his thumb after she ate the fruit. They both had their legs wantonly spread for her, and she nuzzled Draco’s stiff sex when he gave her another slice of apple. She heard his fork clatter to the plate above her.
“Dammit, Granger. Stop doing that. I’m trying to eat.”
Hermione smiled to herself and purred. Mwhahahaha!
Severus tried to keep the stoic set to his features, but watching Draco slowly come undone in the middle of dinner was hilarious. Whatever she’d been doing to the boy for the past half hour was taking its toll. His utensils gave Draco away. The light quivered off the silver every time his hand shook.
Snape held another shrimp down to her. “Come on, kitten. Let Draco eat. You want him to build up his strength for whatever it is you have in store for us, don’t you?”
“Meow,” she agreed, nibbling his fingers as she took the shrimp.
“Good. Do you want some more milk?”
Hermione made a face at him. No, I do not.
Snape rolled his eyes. “All right, do you want some more chocolate milk?”
“Meow.”
“It’s like living with a five-year-old,” Snape muttered as he went to the refrigerator.
Hermione rested her chin on his chair. No one’s making you drink it. Mind your own beverages.
He stirred the chocolate into her milk then poured it in a bowl. “You have to come out here where I can see you if you want to drink this.”
Hermione crawled out and dropped her face to the bowl, wiggling her bum at him.
“Good kitty.”
Draco watched her absently as he ate without the distraction of her face in his crotch. I can’t believe she willing does this for him.
Snape finished his meal, watching her out of the corner of his eye. She drank the milk then went back to Draco for more apples. It seemed Malfoy had given up on his food, preferring to feed her instead. “Come over here when you had enough of that, kitten."
Hermione slowly got the rest of the apple from Draco then went and dropped her head into Snape’s lap. His hand stroked her hair, and she closed her eyes, content with his petting.
“You’ve been a good girl today, love. I’m proud of you.”
Hermione turned her face toward his dick so he couldn’t see her blush. She felt slightly ridiculous that her aspirations now included successful slave-cat. His praise made her proud, but she didn’t think it was much of a worthy cause. She’d rather get a house-elf out of an abusive home or get a grant written for CRW. Being an obedient cat for him was only worthy in the sense that it made him happy.
“Come up here." He patted his thigh.
Hermione climbed into his lap and nuzzled his bare neck.
“Look at me,” he murmured, running his fingers over the side of her face.
Hermione met his eyes and knew he was poking about in her head. She didn’t mind. There wasn’t much she kept hidden from him.
“You know I’m not proud of you because you acted like a cat all day, right?”
Hermione gave him a questioning look. No?
“I’m proud of you because you did everything I asked, even when it made you uncomfortable. You showed discipline and courage. You let go and did things you didn’t know you were capable of. I love that you’re always willing to try new things.”
Hermione smiled at him.
“And I love it even more because you do it for me. You’re willing to set aside your embarrassment to make me happy. I appreciate that. No one else would crawl around on my floor naked all day just for my amusement. Your dedication isn’t being overlooked.”
Hermione turned into his cupped hand and kissed his palm.
“I hope you already know that I’m proud of what you do outside of our bedroom too. It isn’t your willingness to debase yourself that keeps me interested. It’s your passion. For everything you do. Whether it’s saving centaurs or sucking my dick, you go after what you want with a singleminded determination that makes me want to fuck your brains loose.”
Hermione couldn’t stop smiling. He seemed to save up everything he was thinking to heap on her in spontaneous confessions that made her want to cry and kiss him at the same time. He was usually so quiet and clipped any admission of feelings was an earth-shattering revelation. That he was saying it all in front of Draco touched her as much as the words themselves.
“Can you two take it down a notch. I’m trying to eat here,” Draco snarked.
“Shut up, Draco. If you don’t like it, don’t listen. This is my house; I’ll say what I please.”
Draco snickered into his green beans.
Snape stroked her collar, and the snakes released. Hermione always felt a little sad when he took it off, but after wearing it for an entire day, she felt as if a friend were leaving. Her body was too light without its weight. His fingers traced over her skin where the leather had been, stroking the sensitive band around her throat.
“You’re free,” he said with a light smile. “Tell me, what does the night hold for Draco and myself? Will we be paying for our misadventures, or did you want to be stuffed to the gills again?”
Hermione pressed her lips to his, kissing him quickly and tasting the butter on his tongue. “You’ll both do anything I say?”
Snape smirked at Malfoy. “Yes, that was the deal.”
“I’m going to go get ready then.”
Severus smiled. “It’s your night.”
Hermione kissed him again, brushing her hand over his groin as she stood. “Love you. Both of you go to the extra bedroom when you’re done here. I’ll be there soon.”
“As you wish.”

- - - - - - - - - -
Hermione took a quick shower, scrubbing her hands and knees and then washing her pussy. Even though they’d just taken a bath, she felt sticky and dusty from coming and crawling around on the floor. She got out and toweled herself dry then went to the bedroom and dug around in her overnight bag. Finding her laciest black bra and knickers, she pulled them on then dug out her bottle of perfume. After dabbing her wrists, she went back to the bag and rummaged around.
There was a quandary. Should she wear black heels or white knee socks? She smiled and pulled out her Slytherin tie. They would both like that. And she was feeling rather Slytherin at the moment. Opening Snape’s wardrobe, she took out one of his shirts and slipped it on. She left it unbuttoned at the top and rolled up the sleeves.
Peeking out into the hall, she heard them talking downstairs and getting up from the table. On her tiptoes, she crept across to the bathroom and shut the door so they wouldn’t see her before she wanted to be seen. If she’d learned one thing from Snape it was how to make an entrance.
She tied the tie (but left it loose) then stepped into her black heels. She’d save the knee socks for another night. Tonight she needed stilettos. And maybe a riding crop.

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Severus sat down on the bed, adjusting his cock for the millionth time. “I’m going to have to owl a mediwitch if this isn’t gone by tomorrow.”
Draco leaned against the opposite wall, hands in his pockets. “You’ve tried a Deflating Charm?”
“Only about fifty times.”
Draco smirked. “Hermione seems to like it.”
“She doesn’t have to take a piss with it.”
Draco laughed. “What do you think she’s doing in there?”
“Normally, my guess would be reading, but in this circumstance, I’m going to say she’s preparing to pay us back for our fun today.”
“Why? She loves it.”
“Hmm. She loves parts of it. But she’s not all collars and canes. Whenever I let her take the lead, she has a definite desire to entice.”
“What do you mean?”
“She likes to exert her sexual power. Seeing others' reactions to her turns her on. I think that’s part of the reason she likes having you around. You always give her the reaction she wants.”
“Do I? Mostly I’m just trying not to come on myself every five minutes.”
Severus smirked. “Precisely. She wants to make you lose control.”
“Oh.”
“I’m not saying I know for sure what she has in mind for tonight, but if she doesn’t try to tease you to insanity, I’d be surprised.”
“She always does that.”
“Yes, but if she’s in charge, it could go on for hours.”
“Bloody hell,” Draco muttered. “Maybe you should encourage her to beg for a spanking or something. She likes doing what you tell her.”
“She likes doing what turns her on, just like anybody else. I honestly don’t know what she’s thinking for tonight. She has a lot of fantasies. I haven’t had time to sort through them all.”
They heard her heels clicking in the hall and turned toward the sound. She appeared in the doorway, her lacy black bra and knickers visible through the white dress shirt. Draco smirked at the green and silver tie hanging loosely around her neck. He was glad he’d given it to her. She looked good in green.
“Is that my shirt?” Snape asked.
“Anything I want,” she reminded him.
“I wasn’t complaining.”
Hermione smiled and took Draco’s hand, leading him over to the bed. “You’re both ready, right?”
Snape glanced at Draco then nodded at her.
Hermione checked with Malfoy. “Anything I want . . . no questions?”
Draco wasn’t too keen on handing over the reins to a witch who might have retribution in her sights, but there was a loud voice in his head that wanted to see what she’d do. That voice sounded a lot like his cock. “For tonight, sure.”
“How long can you stay?”
Draco smirked. “As long as you want.”
“Good.”
The Snape-like grin she had while saying that made him nervous.
“Severus, pull down Draco’s trousers. I want to see you spank him first.”
Fucking hell, Draco groused in his head. Why me? His cock twitched to stone as Snape pulled his hips closer and unzipped his fly. Why does my dick insist on betraying me at every opportunity?
Severus’s lips twitched when he saw how hard Draco was, but he kept his face otherwise blank as he pulled the boy’s trousers to his knees.
Hermione ran her hand over Malfoy’s pale arse. “Nice.”
Draco winced as she tickled the small of his back and then drew her finger lightly over the crack of his bum.
“Over his knee, Draco.”
Malfoy sighed and did as she asked, avoiding the older man’s eye. His cock lay hard and heavy on Snape’s thigh; he shifted around, trying to get comfortable.
Severus looked at Hermione. “How many, love? Or are we going for time?”
Hermione leaned over and whispered in his ear, “We’re going for cream.” She stood back up and nodded. “Go until I say stop. Not hard. Make him like it.”
Snape rolled his neck and put his hand to Draco’s arse. “Say if it gets too hard, Draco.”
Malfoy nodded, not trusting his voice for the moment. It might have sided with his dick. The first slap made his hips buck; he clenched his teeth tight to stay quiet.
Hermione watched Draco’s bum turn pink. It was very cute. She crouched down and ran her fingers over his back, tipping her head to one side to watch his cock. It was dripping steadily, and she smiled as she leaned in close to whisper to him, “Your dick is dripping all over Snape’s leg, Draco. It’s fucking beautiful. You can hump him if you like. He doesn’t mind. I do it all the time.”
Draco squeezed his eyes closed, panting at the floor. He felt her lips on his shoulder then her hand carded through his hair. When her fingernail drew over the nape of is neck, he shuddered and hissed though his teeth.
“Don’t fight it,” she whispered. “I want you to come. Severus wants you to come too. This spanking is turning you on. Say it.”
He shook his head no.
“Tell the truth, Draco. He’s a good spanker, isn’t he?”
Draco sighed and, finally, nodded.
“Say you like the spanking.”
He didn’t unclench his teeth. “I like the spanking.”
“Good boy,” she murmured, stroking his neck. “Okay, Severus, stop.”
Snape stopped mid-stroke and dropped his hand.
“Spread your legs, Draco.”
When he did so, Hermione ran her hand over his bum and down the back of his leg. “Touch him,” she said to Severus. “Leave his cock alone, but make him come.”
Snape raised both eyebrows in surprise but nodded and ran his smack-tingling hand up Draco’s inner thigh. Draco’s balls lifted as Snape’s fingers teased along the seam of his sac.
Hermione got the chair and sat across from them so she could watch. Her pussy was already soaking her knickers, but she refused to touch it. She had two perfectly good participants with functioning tongues, fingers, and cocks. She would not come by her own hand that night.
“Take off his trousers, Severus. I want his legs wide so I can see.”
Draco’s face burned. It was humiliating, but Snape was exceptionally good at what he was doing.
Hermione watched Snape slide his hand between Malfoy’s legs. He moulded Draco’s balls as his thumb caressed the perineum. When his thumb brushed over Malfoy’s dark entrance, Draco let out a quiet, whiney grunt that made Hermione smile. “Did you like that, Draco? I know I did. Tell him to come, Severus. Tell him it’s okay—that you want it.”
Severus didn’t know if his talking was what Draco needed just then, but if that was what she wanted, he’d go along with it. “She’s right, Draco. Don’t be embarrassed,” he said soothingly. “I want to see you come for us.”
As soon as he felt Snape’s finger applying pressure to his arsehole, Draco couldn’t take any more. His hips bucked, and he shot his load all over Snape’s leg. Humiliation dissolved into relief.
Hermione smiled brightly. Watching Draco come was always exciting. She reached underneath him and wiped her fingers over his cock, gathering his seed. Holding it to his face, she stroked his back to calm him and whispered in his ear, “Lick my fingers clean. The rest is spattered all over Snape’s trousers. You’re a very messy boy. I like messy boys. They’re so much more fun. In a little bit, I’m going to suck your dick and taste you for myself.”
Draco licked her fingers clean, half-dazed. He was too far gone to care what she thought. The prospect of her sucking his dick was something to look forward to though.
“Help him up, Severus. Scourgify,” she said, pointing her wand at Snape’s trousers. “That was a nice start. You can have my chair, Draco.” She pushed it to the side out of her way, and Draco sat down.
Hermione went to the shelves and got the riding crop. She walked toward Snape, smiling at him as she ran it through her fingers. He was staring her down like Hippogriff, his eyes unblinking and narrowed. Standing between his knees, she touched the leather loop to the center of his chest. “Lean back.”
Snape leaned on his hands, giving her a wary look. She’d never wielded the riding crop before; but she knew how it felt, so he didn’t think she’d cause too much damage.
Hermione ran the keeper down his torso then along the column tenting his trousers. “Mmm. Draco, unzip his trousers for me.”
“Thought I wasn’t allowed to touch him?” Draco countered as he leaned forward.
“Don’t touch him, just unzip him.”
Draco shook his head with a small smirk. Snape sighed gratefully as his fly was unfastened.
Hermione brushed the leather over his cock and watched it jump. Smiling, she ran the crop back up his chest and circled his nipple. “Don’t worry, love. I’m not going to tie you up. I need your hands free.” She lightly slapped his nipple and grinned at how still he kept his face. No reaction. “Not hard enough for you?”
“Be careful,” was all he said in return. It wasn’t a threat; he genuinely wanted her to be careful.
“I will be.” She slapped the crop against her own thigh and watched the spot turn red. “I know how hard I’m hitting. And I wouldn’t want to damage anything I’ll need later. " She grinned wickedly. “Go face the wall.”
He gave her a long look then slowly stood and walked to the empty wall.
“Hands on the wall. Bring your arse out more,” she said, running the leather up his back. “Yes. Like that.” Hermione pulled his trousers down below his bum and grinned at his bare backside. “Very nice.”
Snape’s lip twitched. He didn’t like doing this sort of thing in front of Draco, but the hunger in her voice was making up for some of the face he was losing.
Hermione tapped the crop against his bum. “Would it upset you if I left a few marks on your arse?”
“How many is a few?”
“Hmm . . . four. Two on each side,” she answered.
“If you like. I would, however, like to point out that while we’re at your mercy tonight, it won’t last forever. Don’t do anything you’ll regret tomorrow.”
Hermione glanced back at Draco, who was watching with no attempt to appear disinterested. He gave Hermione a “go for it” nod. She smiled and went to Snape’s side. “I know you hate the submission, but I know you love the pain. When I scratch you, you fuck me harder.”
“Pain in the throes of passion is a different animal.”
She shook her head. “I’m watching your cock. You can’t lie to me.”
“Don’t count on a man’s cock to tell you the truth, pet. If I went solely by your pussy, your backside would be a constant shade of purple.”
“Count,” she said with a grin and snapped the crop against his cheek. His cock twitched, and she smiled.
“One.”
Swack.
“Two.”
He was good at keeping any inflection out of his voice. Hermione was always impressed with his restraint. “Your lying cock fancies my riding crop,” she told him. “Ready to admit you like it too?”
“I like the rush,” he said evenly. “I’ve never lied about that.”
Hermione slapped his other cheek. “You don’t lie. You omit.”
“Three,” he said in a bored tone.
Hermione breathed out a laugh and shook her head.
Swack.
“Four.”
She ran her hand over the red spots. “I love your arse, Severus.”
He bit back a smile.
“If you keep being my good boy, I’ll lick it better for you later.”
Snape kept his mouth shut. He wouldn’t fight her power play, but he wouldn’t encourage it either (no matter how much he fancied her suggestion).
Hermione walked around and stood between him and the wall, his hands braced above either side of her head. “Kiss me.”
Snape leaned down and kissed her forehead.
Hermione knew what he was playing at. She put her hand on his chest and stroked him. “I don’t want you to be submissive, I just want to touch you. Will you keep your hands on the wall while I suck your cock?”
“Yes.”
“I want you to come down my throat, okay?”
“As you wish.”
Hermione smiled at him and whispered, “I already got my wish. I can’t ask for more than your love.”
Snape stared at the top of her head in shock as she knelt down before him. Her tongue ran up his cock before he could think of anything to say. His flesh was on fire, and the wet trail she left behind gave him some relief. Her hands were all over him, gripping his cock and cupping his balls. When she took him in her mouth, he growled and forced himself to keep still. Not thrusting past her sweet lips took all his concentration. His fingers dug into the wall as he hissed through his teeth.
Hermione prodded behind his balls with one finger. His quiet grunting drove her mad. Picking up the pace, she sought to finish him off. Come for me. Your cock is mine. Show me how much you love me. She circled his backdoor, moaning in response to his ragged growl. Focusing her mouth on the head, she gave him everything she had, willing him to explode in her mouth.
Severus slammed his fist into the wall. “Fuck!” His bollocks turned inside out and forced all they had through his cock in a heaving rush. She swallowed around him, over and over, her throat dancing with his throbbing knob. His eyes sparked with white light, and he blinked hard, trying to keep his wits about him.
Hermione waited until she couldn’t feel any more cream shooting down the back of her tongue then used her hand to wring him clean. Licking the remnants from his slit, she kissed his cock and stared up at him. He was looking down at her as if she were from another planet.
Snape rubbed his face, hoping his vision would clear, then reached down for her. “Come here.”
Hermione stood, and he grabbed her face and kissed her. Hard. She couldn’t breathe as his tongue plundered her molars. He was going to suck out her soul like a Dementor.
After half a minute of that, Draco wanted to make sure they knew he was still there. “A-hem.”
Hermione pulled away from Snape’s lips with a smile. “Draco’s getting lonely.”
“He’s going to stay lonely if he doesn’t learn to like snogging.”
“I heard that,” Draco shot back. “And I like it just fine.” As long as it's happening to me.
Hermione bent down and picked up her wand, giving it a bored flick that made Snape proud. Draco’s protestations got louder when he found himself bound to the chair.
“Oi! What’s this now?”
Hermione smiled at Severus. “I’ll give you a break. Draco needs to learn a lesson.”
Snape grinned and nodded at the riding crop on the floor. “You’re quite handy with that.”
“I know. I practice on myself when you’re not around.”
Severus laughed and kissed her head. “I love you,” he whispered in her ear.
Hermione smiled wider and kissed his collarbone. “You too. Go sit on the bed. I’ll be with you shortly.”
Snape left her to her own devices and lay down on the bed. His hand went to his unflagging member and idly stroked. Merlin’s balls, I want to fuck her already.
Draco stopped struggling as Hermione approached. “This is real cute, Granger. Now let me go.”
Hermione shook her head no and straddled Draco’s lap. “I like you like this. And look, you like it too,” she said, staring down at his reviving erection.
Draco huffed and stared at the ceiling. His forearms were bound to the sides of the chair’s back and his shins to the chair’s legs, slightly spread. “You don’t need to tie me up. I’m not leaving.”
Hermione ran her fingers over his blond head. His hair is like kitten fur. Purr for me, blondie. “But this is fun.” She pressed her pussy close to his cock and circled her hips a little. Draco’s breathing hitched, and she gripped the back of his hair, holding his head still. “Behave or I’ll make Severus spank you again.”
Draco bit off his retort. He didn’t doubt her for a second. Not that the spanking hadn’t turned him on. He just didn’t want his arse to be sore.
Hermione put her lips on his throat, keeping her fingers tight in his hair so he couldn’t move. Her tongue crept out, slowly licking his pulse. “Thank you for making me come before dinner, Draco. That was very nice of you. I plan on returning the favor.”
Breathing out a ragged sigh, Malfoy felt his dick throb once and tap her knickers. When she started sucking his neck, he tried to rub his length against her.
“After I untie you, I’ll let you try my glass cock if you want. It’s not very big. Well, not wide at least. Does that sound fun?”
Draco swallowed hard but didn’t answer.
“Don’t worry, I’ll stretch you out first with my fingers. It won’t hurt.”
He could just picture Granger curled up behind him on the bed—ramming that fucking phallus up his arse. The thought terrified and fascinated him. “No thanks.”
Hermione smiled and nipped his ear then looked at Snape, who was watching them with a glazed look as he stroked his balls. “Draco says he doesn’t want my glass playmate up his bum. Do you believe that?”
Snape gave her small smile and shook his head. “No, I don’t. Perhaps you need to ask in a different way.”
Hermione leaned back and looked at Draco’s half-lidded expression. She ground against him a little harder, smirking at his attemept-to-steady-himself inhale. “Tell the truth, Draco. Do you want me to finger-fuck your arse?”
Malfoy tightened his lips, staying silent. He did want that, but she had too much of an upper hand; and he didn’t want it to go beyond her fingers. Who knew what kind of damage she might do with glass.
Hermione grinned. “Severus, do you have any Veritaserum?”
Snape arched one eyebrow. “Really, pet? That’s a punishable offense. Have I loosened your morals to such a degree?”
“No. Is there some potion that keeps you from lying? Or a potion that turns your face blue when you aren’t telling the truth or something?”
Snape looked at her for a few seconds, his hand going still. “No, not that I know of.”
“You should make something like that,” she said, giving him a decisive nod. “Like something that makes your voice go out when you try to lie. That would be handy.”
Severus was intrigued. Legilimency made it fairly easy for him to determine lying, but not everyone had that insight. If there was a potion that identified dishonesty but didn’t make you tell the truth, it wouldn’t be as dangerous as Veritaserum. You wouldn’t be violating someone’s free will. It would simply identify truthfulness . . . or prevent lying. If Voldemort had had something like that, I might not be alive. But then again, Voldemort had access to Veritaserum and, for some reason, never thought to dose his followers. Maybe if I made something that had a distinct flavor. Then at least you’d be aware that’d you’d been given something.
Hermione watched Snape sit up and stare at the wall. He looked blankly distracted as he stood and kissed the top of her head.
Severus muttered, “Be right back, love. Carry on with your interrogation.”
Hermione turned to watch him leave then gave Draco a confused look. “What was that about?”
“Dunno. Could you stop that, Granger. My dick is going to be raw.”
Hermione smirked. “He’s gone now. You can tell me the truth.”
Malfoy had a feeling Snape already knew the truth. “He’s not the one making me nervous right now.”
Hermione laughed. “Here’s your choices, tell me the truth or find out what my ball gag feels like.”
Draco glared at her. “You know, you used to be nice.”
Hermione laughed harder. “I’m being very nice. I could have just asked Snape to bugger you.”
Draco’s eyes went wide. “You wouldn’t. You just got done telling me how his cock is yours.”
“There might be exceptions to that rule.”
“You’re giving me heart palpitations, Granger.”
“That’s lust.”
“No, that’s terror.”
“You can avoid that fate. All you have to do is tell me the truth.”
“Snape has changed you,” he said, shaking his head.
“No, he’s just made me more willing to make my desires clear. Are you going to tell me what I want to hear?”
He sighed. “Fine. What do you want to know?”
“First I want to know if you’ve asked anyone at Eros to play with your arse yet.”
His head shook slowly. “Not yet.”
“So no one else knows about your vibrator?”
“Definitely not.”
“How big is it?”
“Not big.”
“Two fingers?”
“Maybe. Close.”
She smiled. “Do you want me to touch your arse tonight?”
He nodded. “Yeah.”
“Do you want me to suck your dick?”
“You know I do.”
“Would you like it if Severus fingered your arse while I sucked your dick?”
“Merlin’s beard, Granger,” he muttered.
“He’s very good at it.”
“I noticed.”
Hermione laughed. “Watching you come was excellent. Did you like watching me suck Severus?"
Draco gave her another nod. “Yeah. And watching you hit him with the riding crop was fucking hilarious.”
“You'd better keep that to yourself if you don’t want your arse reamed.”
“I don’t have a death wish.”
“Are you ready to come again?” she asked.
“Gods, yes!”
“I could lick you right now.”
“Why the fuck are you still sitting in my lap then?”
“Maybe I should ask Severus to suck you.”
He just stared at her for a few seconds. “He wouldn’t.”
“He’s done it before. I think he would if I asked him.”
“Do you think what he said about my father was true?” Draco asked quietly.
Hermione blinked in surprise. “Yes. Why? Does it bother you?”
“Not really. I just can’t picture him sucking Snape’s cock.”
“Really? I can,” she muttered.
“Oh my God,” he sputtered. “You want to shag my dad.”
Hermione shook her head. “No, I really don’t. I wouldn’t mind seeing him naked, but I have no desire to be in physical contact with him.”
“You think he’s sexy,” Draco accused her.
“No shite,” she said, laughing. “I’m not blind.”
“Ew!”
“You know, for someone who looks just like him, you probably shouldn’t say that.”
That took him a second. “You think I’m sexy.”
Hermione rolled her eyes. “Don’t let it go to your head.”
“You think I’m sex-y,” he singsonged. “And you want Lu-cius. I’m telling Sna-ape.”
Hermione put her hand over his mouth. “Draco, if you don’t shut your mouth, I’m not going to let you come the rest of the night.”
He nodded. When she took her hand off his mouth, he hummed the same singsong without the words.
“All right . . . if that’s how you want it,” she said, getting off his lap.
“No! I was just taking the Mickey. Come back,” he pleaded. “My dick is like fucking stone, Granger. Don’t leave me like this.”
“Say you’re sorry.”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it.”
“Say you’re a bad boy and you want to be buggered.”
“I’m a bad boy, okay? I’m not saying I want to be buggered.”
“Because you don’t want it, or because you don’t want to admit it?”
“I don’t know,” he told her truthfully.
She nodded. “I believe that. Okay, no buggering. Well, not for you at least. I’ll suck your dick right now if you tell me what you think about when you’re in the tub.”
He watched as she knelt between his knees and put her hands on his thighs.
“Whenever you’re ready,” she said, smiling sweetly.
Sighing hard, he looked around the room. “Where’s Snape?” he whispered.
Hermione turned her head and listened. “I think he’s downstairs.”
“You’ll keep this to yourself?”
“You know he might see it in my head. But I’ll never tell if that’s what you mean.”
“I guess that’s good enough,” he sighed. “I think about three different things.”
“All at the same time?”
“No, they’re just images I keep going back to.”
“Okay. What are they?”
“The threesome with you and Snape, you fingering my arse, and . . . Snape jerking me off.” And probably after tonight, Snape spank-wanking me too. Great.
“Really? I think about that too.”
“Fabulous, we’re twins,” he muttered.
Hermione ran her tongue along the underside of his dick. “I’ll lick your arse tonight if you want,” she commented in an offhand way.
Draco looked down at her in shock. “You will? Do you think Snape’ll let you?”
She swirled her tongue around him a few times, tasting his pre-cum. “He said I could do what I wanted.”
“I’ll be your slave forever,” he promised quickly. “Anything you want.”
Hermione smiled and sucked him slowly. When she released him with a pop, he had a desperate look on his face. Hermione gave him a half-smile and tickled her tongue along his frenulum. “Would you bugger Severus if I asked you to?”
Draco lifted his hips toward her face. “I don’t think he’d go for that, Granger.”
“I know; I’m just curious.”
“I don’t know. Think I’d be too nervous. Sounds intense.”
Snape came through the door, and Draco paled. Severus had a knowing expression on his face as if he’d heard everything they’d been saying. Draco waited for him to make some caustic comment. How is he so damn quiet? We need to put a bell on him.
Severus brushed his hand over Hermione’s head as he passed. “Are you two making plans without me?” he asked, sitting on the bed.
Hermione ran her finger around the corona of Draco’s knob. “No, just talking. Where did you go?”
“I was making some notes. Did you talk Draco into a buggering yet?”
Hermione giggled at Draco’s sudden tense posture. “Not tonight. Will you clean Draco’s bum for me? I told him I’d lick it.”
“Well, first of all, I think you should discuss that with me prior to such a promise. Secondly, when you say clean, do you mean the way I clean you or just with a spell? Thirdly, what will I be getting in return?”
“You don’t want me to do it?” she asked. “You said I could do anything I wanted.”
“I did, and you may. However, I think we should discuss it.”
“He’s done it for me. If you don’t want me to do it, just say so.”
“I don’t want you to do it.”
Hermione smiled at him, pumping Draco with her hand to keep him going. “You only want me to eat your arse, don’t you?”
“I would prefer it, yes.”
“Sentimental bastard,” she said with a grin.
Severus gave her a small smile. “Mostly I don’t want to think about where your mouth has been when I kiss you.”
“You don’t have a problem with it after it’s been in your arse?”
“No. Do you really want to eat him?”
Hermione shrugged. “Meh.”
“Thank you so much, Granger,” Draco growled. “See if I ever lick your bum again.”
“Settle down, Draco,” Snape said evenly. “I’m sure we can work out an arrangement. And don’t make threats you have no intention of keeping.”
Draco grumbled under his breath, and Hermione tapped his shining head against her tongue, snapping him out of his disappointment.
“What did you have in mind for the rest of the night, Miss Granger?” Snape asked.
She shrugged again and made an I-don’t-know noise around Draco’s dick.
No wonder he couldn’t read her thoughts about this, she hadn’t decided yet. “What would be comparable to you, Draco? Fucking her?”
Draco looked up from her bobbing head. “If I get to come inside her, yes.”
“Hmm.” Snape considered that while she worked. “Don’t take it personally if I clean her out afterward.”
Draco couldn’t care less. “Whatever.”
“And what will you be doing for her?”
Draco was about to explode in her mouth. “Anything. Please don’t stop, Granger. I’m there.”
“It’s all right, pet. Swallow him.”
Hermione kept her mouth on him. She really didn’t mind the order, but she didn’t like them deciding what to do without her. This is supposed to be my bloody choice! Draco came with a loud moan. She was disturbingly proud of that moan.
When he stopped jerking against her, she pulled away her mouth and gave his bollocks a pet then spit all his come back out on his cock. She stood and turned for the door. “When you two are done making deals concerning my body, you can either go fuck yourselves or come to the bedroom and apologize properly.” She turned and gave them both an arched brow. “I am not a bartering chip.”
She left without a backward glance. They heard her heels clicking across the hall to the bedroom then the thump of the door shutting.
“Well, shite,” Draco muttered. “What twisted her knickers?”
“Don’t be an imbecile,” Snape muttered. “She has every right to be angry.”
“But she loves it.”
“I told her she could do whatever she wanted. We should have asked her how she wanted to handle this. How would you feel if Hermione and I started making deals about who was going to fuck your arse tonight?”
“Horrified. Could you get these ropes off me?”
Snape summoned his wand from his rumpled trousers and aimed it at Draco. He stopped and studied the bindings before freeing him. “This is actually very nice work. I didn’t know she knew any bondage spells.”
“Could you ask her about it later. I’m starting to chafe here.”
Severus held back a smile as he vanished the ropes and Draco’s spunk. Malfoy rubbed his arms, checking for damage. Snape set his wand on the bed and pinched his temples. “I’m going to apologize to her. Are you coming with me?”
“What do you think she meant by apologize properly?”
“I think we'd better ask her what she wants and then make her come until she can’t see straight.”
“Are you seriously going to apologize?” Draco asked in disbelief. He’d never ever seen Snape apologize to anyone.
“Yes. I can’t take her being unhappy. Are you seriously considering not apologizing? Because if you don’t, she might not ever want you in our bed again. And I’d honor any ban she imposed.”
Draco didn’t have many friends, and Granger had become closer to him than any Slytherin. Even Blaise. She was the least judgmental person he knew, and she was actually kind to him. Now that he knew what that was like, he couldn’t give it up. “No, I’m going with you.”
Snape nodded. Good choice.

- - - - - - - - - -
Hermione finally heard them coming across the hall. What took them so long? There was a knock at the door, and the squeaky knob turned.
“May we come in?” Snape asked. She had her back to them, lying on her side in the bed.
She shrugged. “It’s your room."
“No, it’s our room. You’re allowed to be alone if you prefer.”
“Did you come to say you’re sorry?”
“Yes. Are you ready to hear it?”
“Go ahead.” This better be good.
Severus went around to his side of the bed and got in, facing her. “I’m sorry, love. You are not a bartering chip. This was supposed to be your night. Unless you're wearing your collar, I will never volunteer your services to another person again without discussing it with you first. I hope you afford me the same courtesy. Draco and I want to do whatever you want.” Snape slipped his arm around her back when he saw her expression soften. He crooked his finger at Draco and pointed at the bed behind her. “Do you forgive me?”
Hermione put her hand on his shoulder. “Yes, but I expect a gratuitous oral apology to follow.”
He smirked and pulled her closer so Draco would have room. “I think that goes without saying.”
Hermione felt Draco slide in behind her, his hand petting her arm.
“Me too, Granger. I didn’t mean anything by it.”
“Draco, that apology was bollocks. You either do it right or get out of this bed. Now,” she stated in a no-nonsense voice.
Severus choked back a snort. He loved it when she whipped it out like that.
“Merlin’s balls,” Draco muttered. “I’m sorry, okay? You know I’m not good at this.”
Hermione did know. “That’s no excuse.”
Draco didn’t want to be kicked out of her bed or her life. “I’m very, very sorry, Granger. I’m not going to lie, I do want to come inside you; but it’s your body. I’ll only ever do what you want me to.”
“Because . . . ?” she pressed.
“Because . . . I . . . care about you.”
Hermione thought Draco said care about you the same way Snape had once said he liked her too. Did all Slytherins have to be pushed into honest feelings? Snape had no problem stating his thoughts or making a logical argument about something, but exposing himself by admitting his feelings was a rare feat. Even his apology had just been a restatement of the facts; the most vulnerable statement he’d made was that he was sorry. Which, for him, was a major undertaking. Draco was exactly the same. You’d think they were afraid of me.
Malfoy brushed her hair out of the way. “Am I forgiven too, or did you want my firstborn?”
Hermione rolled her eyes. “That’ll have to be close enough I suppose.”
Severus drew his finger over the front of her (his) shirt and tugged on one button. “I hope your next directive is to take this off. You’re wearing far too much for such an occasion.”
Hermione relented, giving him a smile. “You may undress me.”
He pulled her tie loose first and tossed it over his back. “Your Slytherin side is very assertive, love. You would have ruled the house.”
Draco’s hand ran over her hip as Severus unbuttoned her shirt. “I would have followed you.”
“On your hands and knees,” she muttered.
Severus snorted and pushed open her shirt. “Be nice.”
Draco patted her rump. “Yeah, be nice.”
Hermione wiggled back into Draco’s hand. “Nice enough?”
He smirked and kissed her shoulder. “I’ve seen you nicer. You have so much bloody hair,” he whined as he shoved it out of his way again. “Don’t you have a hair tie or something?”
Hermione sighed as Severus palmed her breast with one hand and felt her though the lace. “On the nightstand.”
Severus slid down, kissing her chest then mouthing her nipple through her bra. Hermione moaned and arched into him. The damp heat covering her sensitive tip muddled her brain. How long am I going to go on feeling like an electrified nerve ending? Severus’s dick must be raw by now. He’s going on two days. If my nipples were hard for two days I’d be ready to tear them off. He suckled and nipped her through the lace, and Hermione shivered in his arms.
Draco did his best to pull back her hair and restrain it to some degree. It was driving him nuts. How does Snape ever get to her neck with all this in the way? She had love bites all over her throat, so he must have succeeded in uncovering her at some point.
Hermione gathered up her hair for Draco and left it in a messy bun on her head. Draco’s lips found her neck again, and she pressed her bum back into him in appreciation.
Draco eased the shirt off of her arm. She was still lying on her other side, trapping the rest. “Lift up, kitten.”
There was some twisting and shifting, and then Malfoy was tossing her shirt off the bed, and Severus had her lacy nipple between his teeth. She felt Draco unhooking her bra, and suddenly she was just wearing her knickers. Snape eased her onto her back.
“You'd better tell us what you want, pet.”
Hermione couldn’t really think all that clearly for the moment. “Want? I want . . . I want you to lick my pussy.”
He smirked. “I’m sure Draco will take over this job while I relocate.”
Hermione smiled and nodded. “Yes, I want you both touching me at the same time . . . as much as possible.”
Draco slid down to her breasts. “I’ll handle this,” he told Snape with a quirk of his brows.
Hermione moaned as Draco started to lap her tits. Her hands threaded through his fine hair, petting him and calming herself as he sampled her berry-red peaks. Snape was down between her legs, his nose buried in her knickers, nibbling her through the lace.
“Oh God, Severus, just take them off,” she groaned.
She felt the vibrations of his chuckle as he ran his tongue along the top edge of her knickers, tickling her where her underwear ended. His fingers sought out her slit and pressed her gusset into her soaked petals. Draco stepped up his game, sucking hard enough to make her hiss. The combined sensations had her head spinning.
Severus spread her thighs and rested one of her knees on Draco’s hip. Even without the aid of mysterious talismans, the boy was already growing hard again. Severus ran his tongue under the edge of her knickers as he trailed his hand down Draco’s thigh. Draco growled into her chest, which made Hermione whimper at the ceiling. They were better than an angel choir. Severus took hold of her hips and pressed his mouth to her damp crotch. That lace would be wet inside and out before he took it off. Beg for me, pet. Draco may have made you come earlier, but he doesn’t know how to make you scream.
Draco tugged her nipple with his teeth, using just enough pressure to keep it captive. She writhed under him and whispered his name as she stroked his head. His arm tightened around her side, and he switched to the other tit. She tasted like sex with a hint of whipped cream. Sealing his lips to the soft underside of her breast, he sucked hard in an attempt to leave some proof of his presence on her.
Snape ate her though her knickers, holding her hips still when she started to grind into his face. Are you soaked, pet? How close are you? I think you’re going to leave these pretty little knickers coated in cream. He inhaled her scent.
“God, you smell good,” he murmured, mostly to himself.
Draco grinned and looked up at her. Snape hadn’t even gotten off her knickers yet, but she was whimpering as if she were getting fucked.
“Please, Severus,” Hermione panted.
“What is it, pet?”
“Please please please.”
Draco laughed and pinched her spit-slicked tit. “I think he wants you to tell him what you want.”
Hermione didn’t know any other words. “Pleeeeeeease.”
Severus stilled her bucking and kissed her inner thigh. “Shall I take off your knickers now?”
“Yes!"
“Do you smell that, Draco?” Snape asked with a leer.
Draco pulled away from her and sniffed the air. “You mean Granger’s pussy?”
“MmHm. Do you think she’s wet enough yet, or should I keep working?”
“Well . . . if I can smell her, she’s probably ready. Pull them off and see if she floods the bed. That would be a good sign.”
Snape nipped her thigh. “Let’s check.” His hands went to her hips, and he rolled the lace down her flanks, pushing her legs into the air so he could get them off. A clear string of excitement clung to her crotch, leading back to her shining slit. “Yes,” he muttered. “A very good sign.” The line snapped, and he pulled her knickers off her legs and tossed them over with the rest of her clothes.
Hermione couldn’t see over Draco’s head, but she felt Snape’s thumbs spread her open. His breath was like a warm breeze at the beach. When he kissed her vulva, she knew his lips would be glossed with her lust. She wanted to watch him, but she didn’t want Draco to stop sucking her nipples. “Please make me come.”
Severus placed a repeated line of kisses down the length of her slit, stopping at her swollen entrance to slip his tongue inside. Heaven. Sliding up through her folds, his tongue slalomed through her valley. When he reached the summit of her clit, she bucked and gave him a loud “Unh!” That’s it. I know you want to say my name. Tell Draco who makes you come the hardest.
His tongue was so insanely light that she could barely feel it. It was like a ghost teasing her clit. Except it wasn’t cold. His mouth was like fire. If he breathed on her a little harder, she might climax from that alone. “Oh God! I’m going to come. Please don’t stop!”
I’m not going to stop. But I will do this. She groaned when he touched the edge of her pussy. He didn’t need to enter her. A little tickle would push her over. His finger played at her opening, teasing her with barely any movement.
“Severus!” Her orgasm started slowly, building on itself until she was smothered. Just when she was going to scream from the intensity, it finally crested and dropped her over the edge.
“Unnnnnnh!” she sobbed.
Draco grinned around her nipple, feeling her body pulsing under him. Her hand had gone rigid in his hair, and her nails scratched across his scalp.
“Oh gods,” she panted. “Thank you, sir.”
Snape smiled into her pussy. “I want to see you soak the bed, love. Will you do it one more time for me?”
Hermione couldn’t say no. She wanted to come a hundred more times. “Yes, sir, please.”
Draco laughed into her chest then looked down at Snape, who was absorbed in watching his own fingers ease into her. “I want to see.”
Snape smirked. “How does that sound, love? Do you want to show Draco how much you can come?”
Hermione closed her eyes and nodded. “Yes, sir.”
Malfoy snorted. “How is it you’re sir all the sudden, and I’ve got a lacerated scalp?”
Snape gave him a wicked smile and knelt between her legs. “Because I take care of her. I have what she needs. Don’t I, pet?”
“Yes, sir.”
Snape nodded at Draco’s hand. “Grab a knee.” They each took a knee and pushed toward her shoulders. Snape knelt over her, slowly curling his fingers inside. Her eyes burned into his as he started to stroke her g-spot. “Your pussy is so swollen, love. I can barely get my fingers inside you.”
A tiny smile pulled at her lips. “You should feel my arse.”
Snape bit back a laugh. “If that’s what you want.”
Hermione gave him a lazy grin. Her pussy sounded like a marsh.
He worked her slowly for a few minutes then leaned down and kissed her clit. “I’m going to get you nice and slick, love. You’re going to shine like ice.”
His lips sealed around his fingers, and Hermione whimpered at the pressure. He was sucking all the liquid in her body straight into her pussy. Draco knelt at her side, and she saw his cock twitching from the corner of her eye.
Snape felt the soggy swelling behind her front wall. He kept working until she was about to overflow. Sitting up, he brushed his thumb over her clit and watched her face. “Hear that, Draco?”
Draco nodded and kept his eyes on her pussy. “Sounds like rain.”
Snape snickered. “Definite showers in the forecast. I think we’re going to see some flash flooding.”
Draco snorted softly. “You all right there, Granger? You look a little out of it.” Her face had gone reddish from her curled position.
Hermione nodded. “Mm.”
Severus didn’t take his eyes off hers. “You feel awfully, full. Are you ready to come?”
She nodded hard. “MmHm.”
“Say it. I have to be sure.”
“I need to come, sir,” she panted.
“All right. Don’t hold back. We both want to see everything you’ve got.”
Draco smiled to himself. In this position, she doesn’t have much choice.
His fingers wiggled a little faster, and Hermione gasped. His thumb’s wide pad lightly brushed her aching nub, and she winced as the pressure grew. There was no slow build this time. It all ripped out of her like a puncture. She couldn’t keep her eyes open as her pussy convulsed and expelled his fingers. The liquid sprang out of her and rolled past his insistent digits. Wave after wave poured over her curled pelvis and ran down her belly.
Draco watched in awe. He wanted to remember every detail for later. “Wicked,” he muttered.
Hermione let out a breathy laugh as she came down. Draco’s compliments always struck her more as funny than sexy, but she fancied them nonetheless.
Snape waited until she went still then pulled his fingers away. “What’s next on the agenda, love? Should I continue apologizing?” he purred as he ran his finger around her arsehole.
Hermione couldn’t talk yet, but she nodded.
“Get her on her side,” he muttered to Draco.
Hermione felt herself being rolled, and her head lolled along for the ride. Soon she was facing Draco, and his white teeth were flashing at her as he ran his fingers through the release streaking her belly. Severus was behind her, kissing his way down her back, making her shiver when his lips touched the sensitive spot at the base of her spine.
Severus reached over her and grabbed Draco’s arse to get his attention. “Lick her clean.”
Malfoy gave her a rakish eyebrow wag and moved down the bed. His tongue started lapping her belly, and he followed the spill down to her pussy. Severus lifted her leg and set it over top of Draco so he could access her hidden hole. Her hand slapped down on the bed when he spread her cheeks.
Draco shifted her leg up over his shoulder and licked over her lower belly. His hair and breath tickled her skin. Snape slowly ran his tongue around her backdoor. Their licking was heaven and hell all rolled into one. She couldn’t get enough, but she felt as if she were going insane. When Draco’s tongue touched her nub, she held onto his head for dear life. Severus lapped her arse in earnest, and she made a sound of incomprehensible pleasure.
Draco kept his mouth safely on her clit. He had no desire to snog Snape (even if it was at the threshold of her pussy). Her hands were in his hair again; he could feel them trembling. She tasted amazing, and he wanted to see her falling again, bookended by their serpent tongues. His own tongue stuttered in its attack when he felt Snape’s hand on his chest. Snape trailed over to his arm and brought Draco’s hand up to her leaking pussy. Draco got the hint. Finger her.
Severus shoved his tongue up her bum and she sobbed. We’re not even close to done with you, pet. But don’t worry, I’m not letting Draco off the hook either. He reached down and dragged the backs of his fingers over Draco’s taut abdominals until he reached the thicket of hair at his groin. Draco went hard as steel as soon as Severus wrapped his fingers around his dick. Snape pumped him a few times then used his leg to pull Draco against his lower body. He had forgotten that flinty spark of cock on cock.
Draco experienced a brief flare of panic, but he wasn’t sure if it was because Snape was touching him or because he had almost come. How could he ever live down an immediate ejaculation from such a situation? From any situation. You’re not fourteen, Draco. Get ahold of yourself. That pep talk did him some good until Snape started to grind against him. His balls clenched with pleasure.
Severus smirked into her bum when Draco’s whimpered. Then Malfoy’s hand, wet from her pussy, was on his hip, trying to keep him still.
“Stop,” Draco grunted. “I’m too close.”
Hermione didn’t know what was going on down there, but if Draco kept whispering into her clit like that, she was going to lose it.
Snape pulled his lips from her crevice. It was like conversing through a wall. “What are you waiting for?”
Draco had no idea. His brain wasn’t functioning the way it usually did.
Hermione propped herself up on one arm and peeked down the bed. The angle wasn’t perfect, but she could see enough to know what was going on. Oh my God! “If you two are going to hump each other, I want to watch.”
Draco snorted, just a little embarrassed.
Severus gave her arse a light smack. “Where’s my wand?”
I’m sure Draco knows, she joked to herself as she dug around the sheets. “Here.”
Severus cast a charm at the canopy, making it reflective. It wasn’t quite as good as a mirror, but she’d be able to see what they were doing.
Hermione’s gaze wandered up to the bed top, her eye caught by the movement. She stared, dumbstruck, watching them all in his bed. The reflection was a little distorted, not smooth like a mirror, more flowing like cloth. But she could see what was going on. It might have been the sexiest thing she’d ever witnessed in her entire life . . . not counting what she’d seen in Snape’s books. But as far as real life went, she was spellbound.
“Please lick me,” she panted.
Snape rocked his hips into Malfoy and went back to eating her arse. She whimpered and arched her back. He didn’t know if Draco was holding up his end of the bargain or just lying there in a stupor. Taking the boy’s hand off his hip, he put it on her thigh.
The feel of Draco against him was a blast from the past. It brought back all the memories of Eros when he’d been younger. Hell, it brought back memories of the Slytherin dorms, Lucius sneaking into his bed at night and grinding against him in the dark, whispering how much he wanted Snape’s cock. It was one of the few times someone had said they wanted him, even if it was just for a shag.
Draco was all bone and muscle, sinew and stone. Snape liked that hard, almost angry feel pressed against him. Hermione was a soft, accepting fireball—the complete opposite. Draco’s jutting erection was combat, a sword in his belly. Hermione was what he imagined home should feel like—a place that wrapped you in acceptance and warmth. He’d never known that kind of home, but now that he’d gotten a taste of it, he didn’t want to travel.
Severus didn’t really need any more battles in his life. Rutting against Draco was a thrill, but she gave him more than enough thrill in their everyday life. He could get the same rush from kissing her. Bloody hell, Severus, don’t lie to yourself. You get the same rush from her smile. From her touch. You got hard the other day because she hugged you and kissed your neck at the breakfast table. If she had said anything more lascivious than "morning," you would have bent her over the table and fucked her into the toast crumbs.
He was less concerned about her hold on him than he had been a few months ago. The niggling worm of worry that she might leave was slowly being smothered by the hope that she might stay. So while he was somewhat disturbed by the ease with which she got his blood pumping, he was also delighted. Sex wasn’t work with her. It was sometimes a game, but they both won eventually. She never used him. He knew most of the wizards and witches he’d slept with at Eros had been using him. That was the point. Everybody needed release. And he was particularly adept at providing it.
But Hermione was never in it just to get her own. From the very first time, she’d been interested in his experience and pleasure as well. It might have started out as curiosity, but it had quickly evolved into finding pleasure in his pleasure. She’d wanted to explore the unknown, sure, but she’d gotten off on his reaction just as much as she had the spanking. It was more than obedience and hormones that dropped her to her knees that night she’d asked him to take her virginity. She’d been dying to prove herself to him, to make him come as hard as possible.
Since then it had only escalated. She’d left simple curiosity behind long ago. He knew there was a competitiveness in her, the desire to be the best. But she never saw him as the competitor. She wanted him to share in her sexual aptitude and benefit from it. His happiness was her only goal. No one had ever put that much effort into him before. He wanted to do the same for her. And nothing made his cock throb like hearing her whimper and moan. That she loved him only made everything that much sweeter. Everything. The sex. Her orgasm. His orgasm. Her kisses. Her touch. Her words. Her laugh. Meals. Books. Working in his lab. Life.
He sank his tongue into her arse and tried to lick her walls. She cried out and reached back with one hand to grip his head. Draco grunted once then groaned, and Severus felt the warmth of seed spurting over his belly. He couldn’t say he cared much whether Draco came or not, but it did amuse him. The boy was definitely there out of curiosity. He may have grown attached to Hermione, but Severus wasn’t sure how far that really went. Draco might stick out his neck for her . . . he might not.
Hermione’s orgasm died right on the brink. Draco’s mouth pulled away, and she was left hanging. She couldn’t blame him though. It was sexy as hell watching him come in the reflection rippling above them. Petting his soft head, she hoped to keep him dazzled by his release.
Severus stopped grinding into Draco and marked his place in Hermione’s arse with one finger. “You’re planning on licking that up, aren’t you?” he asked Draco through her body.
Draco hadn’t thought that far ahead. He rested his forehead against Hermione’s lower abdomen, her soft pubic hair tickling his nose. “I don’t know. Give me a second.”
Hermione stroked his hair. “I know I’d like to see that.” She felt his breath silently chuckle across her mons.
“You sure, kitten? I don’t want to get hexed for licking your property.”
Hermione smiled and pulled her thigh off his shoulder. “Licking your come off him won’t get him close.”
Snape wiggled his finger against her hole. “Are you so certain, pet?”
Hermione looked over her shoulder at him and grinned. “You really got off on that, didn’t you?”
Snape gave her a secretive eyebrow quirk. “No more than you did.”
Hermione’s grin widened. “So you’re ready to blow. Please don’t come on Draco. You know I want it more.”
Snape smirked and kissed her lower back. “I know you do, love. I’m ready to get into your arse as soon as you say the word.”
Hermione reached back and combed his hair. “Stretch me out while Draco’s cleaning.”
Draco had slid down the bed on his knees and was studying the wet smears on Snape’s pale stomach. His own belly was getting sticky, and he wiped it with his fingertips. Snape snatched his wrist in one abnormally quick hand and held Draco’s gaze as he brought it to his mouth and swiped his tongue across the pads of his fingers. Draco stared at him in shock.
“Hm, not bad. Go on. Get it all. I don’t want to wind up stuck to Miss Granger in a few minutes.”
Draco nodded and bent to Snape’s torso. Snape twisted slightly so Draco could see better. It was less intimidating to be that close to the man’s cock when he knew he wasn’t expected to suck it. His tongue came out and lapped his seed off Snape’s sallow skin. The other wizard didn’t taste as bad as he looked. In fact, he didn’t taste like much of anything at all. Just skin. He licked away all the cream he could find then gathered his courage (or maybe he’d absorbed some of Hermione’s by drinking her juice) and licked the two small spatters that had gotten on Snape’s cock.
Severus stopped fingering her arse and growled. “Careful, Draco. Miss Granger has a temper, and she’s quick with a wand.”
Draco grinned. “I think I got it all.”
“I should make you finish that,” Snape muttered. “Damn cocky Malfoys.”
Hermione giggled into the bed as he wiggled his fingers inside her. “I could allow it this one time.”
Draco’s grin faded. “No no no, that’s your cock. See?” he said, settling down face to face with her. “I’m nowhere near it. Please don’t choke me,” he whispered.
Hermione laughed. “Okay, but don’t tease him. I can’t guarantee he won’t override my wishes just to humiliate you.”
Snape kissed her back and slid up behind her. “I might. Are you ready for this, pet? Once I lube you up, I’m not coming out until your arse is overflowing. Fair warning.”
Hermione smiled and turned her head to look at him. “That sounds nice. I need to come.”
“Mmm,” he murmured and kissed her. “Me too. Let’s see who lasts longer.”
Hermione licked his lips. They both had remnants of Draco on their tongue, and she wanted to cancel that out for his flavor alone. “You always win that game. I believe the score is Severus: 295, Hermione: 2.”
Snape chuckled. “Don’t be ridiculous . . . your score is at least four.” He rolled over and got the lube off the table. She was giggling to herself and arching her back, offering him her bum with total abandon. Severus wiped a giant gob across her puckered star and smirked when she jerked and moaned through her giggling. He took a little extra time wiggling his fingers deep and giving her the aggressive hand shaking she liked.
Hermione croaked out a short, ”Ah!” and grabbed onto Draco’s shoulder. Severus obviously intended to win that wager by any means necessary. Her pussy was flowing like the Seine.
Severus quickly lubed his cock and then pressed it to her back entrance. She started to pant and moan as soon as he pushed inside. He hadn’t counted on the over-excitability of his body he’d been living with the past two days. By the time his hips touched her bum, he was on the verge of climax.
“Come on, love. On top of me.” He wrapped his arm around her waist and rolled onto his back, taking her with him. “Lick her pussy, Draco.”
Malfoy smirked at the two of them. Granger looked as if she were drunk on his buggering, and Snape was fighting not to come. They were adorably sexy in a disturbing Slytherin kind of way that he found hard to describe (even to himself).
“Can you squirt again for me, Granger?” he asked, climbing over Snape’s thigh and kneeling between their legs.
“Yes,” she moaned.
Draco smiled and slipped two long fingers into her snatch. Between her swollen entrance and Snape’s cock, it was almost impossible to get inside. “Merlin’s balls,” he muttered. “I want to fuck you so much, kitty cat.”
“Make her come,” Snape growled with a harsh note of impatience. He couldn’t last much longer.
Draco stifled a snort as he bowed his head to her cunt. As he wagged his tongue back and forth over her clit, he curled his fingers and massaged her engorged wall.
“Unh!”
Snape gritted his teeth as her body clenched around him. It was just a warning spasm from her, but he had almost lost it. “Lighten your tongue,” he hissed. “Make her want it.”
Draco did as suggested, and in less than twenty seconds, she was trembling between them. In another twenty, she was pushing out his fingers and leaking a clear stream. Snape had to grip her behind the knees and hold her open so she wouldn’t buck off him or kick Draco in the gut. Snape’s knuckles went white as he followed her seconds later. His balls were tight as a drum, and Draco lent him a friendly tug.
Snape’s eyes rolled back as her release streamed over his cock. It was dripping onto his bollocks, and he grunted out a “Fuck” as Draco’s hand countered the pull of his sac. The middle of Snape’s orgasm was not the time to test out his newfound bravery. Not that he hadn’t liked it. He just wasn’t prepared for it.
“Are you ready for more, pet?” he asked as she shuddered in recovery.
Hermione nodded. “MmHm.”
Severus smirked. “Snape: 296.”
Hermione smiled, breathing out a tired laugh. “You’re the master.”
“That’s an entirely different game,” he purred, kissing her shoulder. “Maybe later. You want us both inside you now, don’t you?”
Hermione nodded. “Yes, sir.”
“I’m going to let Draco get in place first, okay? I’ll be right back,” he whispered, pulling out.
Hermione whimpered, and then the room spun as Draco got on his back and Severus helped her straddle him. Her entrance was swollen tight and slippery with come. When Draco’s bulbed head pressed into her, she could feel every single throb of his pulse in her pussy. Her head swam.
Draco saw the dizzy look in her eyes and pulled her to lie down on top of him. His dick was going to snap off inside her, but he could let her rest while it happened. “Go slow, kitten. I want to last longer than five seconds this time.”
Hermione sighed out a tiny giggle into his neck. Snape was behind her, petting her bum as she sank onto Draco. It made her calm despite her revolving brain.
“How are you so tight?” Draco muttered in her ear. It seemed impossible that she fucked Snape and yet her pussy still gripped his own dick like a fist.
Hermione squeezed her muscles around him, and he hissed louder. “Pussy exercises. Plus I get all swollen inside if I come a few times, especially if I squirt.”
Draco swallowed hard and dug his fingers into her hips. “No kidding.”
Hermione smiled. Draco was being very sweet. She appreciated the way he kept stroking her back, calming her down. “I like your cock, Draco. It feels nice.”
Draco smirked and pet her shaking back. “Nice. That’s what every wizard wants to hear.”
Hermione kissed his neck as she started to slowly ride him. “I mean it.”
“Compared to Snape I feel like a bratty kid brother.”
Hermione kissed his neck again. “Don’t be silly. Snape is Snape. You’re you. Don’t compare. No one’s ever complained about it, have they?”
“No.”
“I should say not. It’s more than adequate. Any witch who doesn’t like it is either lying or completely jaded. Either way, they’re not worth your time.”
“Would you two stop whispering,” Snape muttered. “You’re making me paranoid.”
Hermione smiled and turned her head, trying to see him. “I was just telling Draco he has a nice cock. Don’t you agree?”
Severus tilted his head to one side and watched Draco’s dick disappear inside her. He shrugged. “It suits him.”
Hermione laughed silently into Draco’s shoulder then kissed it. “That’s a ringing endorsement from Severus.”
Draco grinned. Snape wasn’t big on compliments; that was putting it mildly.
Severus re-lubed his length and tapped it on her remaining hole. “I hope you have something equally complimentary to say about my cock, pet. You know how jealous I can be.”
Hermione couldn’t stop smiling. “Don’t be jealous, love. You know yours is my favorite cock in the whole world.”
Snape smirked. “And you don’t want anyone else’s?”
She shook her head. “Only yours, Severus. No offense, Draco.”
“None taken.”
“Good,” Snape purred. “Let’s see how quickly you can come again. Not you, Draco. We already know the answer to that.”
“Oi! I happen to be nowhere near finishing.” I’ve got minutes left in me.
Snape nodded and pushed his glans down to her tiny hole. “We’ll see. Pull out a little. She needs the space.”
Hermione sighed as Draco rocked his hips and left just the tip inside her. The pressure of Snape on her arse made her pussy seep around Malfoy. When Snape’s head popped inside her, she whimpered into Draco’s shoulder. They may be attempting to see who could last longer, but she was already hurtling toward another climax. Snape slowly sank inside her and then eased back out, allowing Draco to tilt his hips and enter her again. They took turns, each one filling her then, with no break, filling her again. It was a conversation of cock. Give and take. Back and forth. Even though she could barely breathe, she wished they’d argue a little.
Her back finally relaxed, and Severus nodded at Draco. They picked up the pace, and she keened into Draco’s neck. The added stimulation was setting Snape’s teeth on edge. As if it weren’t bad enough sporting a never-ending hard-on, he was going to bite it before a 18-year-old ferret who had the restraint of a toddler. Although, since he didn’t need to last for hardness' sake, he could come several times with no consequence. If he was really careful, he could do it without Draco knowing. She might feel it, but she was unlikely to announce it. From the looks of things, she wouldn’t be able to speak at all.
The debate was taken out of his hands when she started to shake. It was slow growing, and they both had a lot of warning. But after another minute, her muscles started to twitch, and Snape felt as if he was being strangled into a stuttered game of stop and start. Draco must have been under the same influence, because he panted and whined in concert with Snape’s inner dialogue.
“Fuck, Hermione,” Draco groaned. “Please let me come inside you. I don’t know if I could pull out if I tried.”
Hermione nodded mutely. She couldn’t talk. As long as they both kept fucking her, she would be all right.
Severus knew she was close. She only shook like that right before a big one. “That’s it, pet, relax. Draco and I want to see you come. I know you’re there. Breathe for me.”
Hermione let out a shuddering exhale into Draco’s neck along with a small squeak of tension.
Severus nodded at Draco again, and Draco lifted his hips at the top of his thrust, jogging her body in a short jerk. Severus held her hips and slapped his pelvis into her. She came in less than a minute, totally silent and shivering as if she was hypothermic. Snape didn’t last. As soon as her arse clenched around him, he came again.
When everybody went still, Draco let out the breath he was holding and panted at the charmed bed top. “Draco: 1, Snamione: 20.”
Severus was still dazed, but he looked down at Draco’s smug grin with a sinister arch of his eyebrow. “Did you just call us Snamione?”
Draco nodded. “Snape. Hermione.”
“I gathered that. And it’s completely asinine.”
“Nope, it’s perfect,” Draco chortled. “You’re just angry I outlasted you.”
“I don’t need to outlast you,” Snape retorted. “I can come as often as I please. This thing isn’t going anywhere.”
Hermione wished they’d both shut up and fuck her again. She patted Draco’s chest and groaned. Giddy-up.
Draco gave Snape a victorious eyebrow waggle and caught her hand in his then brought it to his lips, kissing her fingers. “Are you all right, Granger?”
Snape glared at him.
Hermione bucked her hips a little, begging them to move.
“I think she wants more,” Draco told Snape. “I’m ready for round two if you are.”
Severus nodded. “You won’t make it this time, Malfoy. Stop gloating.”
“I’m not gloating, I’m celebrating.”
“That’s hardly a record to be proud of.”
“Yes, it is. I’m fabulous. Tell him, Granger.”
Hermione groaned wearily. It was all she could manage.
Draco smiled. “See? She agrees.”
“She’s not agreeing, she’s knackered. Now stop being a twat and let go of her damn hand. If you kiss her fucking fingers one more time, I’m going to toss you out on your arse.”
“Don’t get hostile,” Draco said, putting her hand back on his chest with a small pat. “I’m just playing.”
Hermione whinged a little louder so they’d stop bickering. She couldn’t take it. All she wanted was some thrusting.
Snape looked down at her. He wanted to be the one she was slumped over like that, stroking her back and taking care of her. Draco was bollocks at it. Stop grousing about, Draco. She wants you to fuck her bum, and you’re worried about him hugging her. “Let’s put her on her side.”
Draco shrugged, and they both eased out of her. Hermione whimpered loudly in protest, but soon Snape was pressed into her back, and Draco was idling like a engine between her legs. Severus sank back inside her, and she sobbed softly as they both began to move again. Snape’s mouth found her neck, and she reached back to hold onto his flexing flank. She needed to feel him. They both could keep her from floating away, but only Severus kept her safe. She wanted him to kiss her and tell her he loved her, but she didn’t want him to stop doing that thing with his hips.
“Huh,” she said, trying to talk.
Severus nuzzled her ear. “What is it, love?”
“Hmmmm.” Her brain was mush, she couldn’t form words.
He smirked and slid his arm around her ribcage, displacing Draco, who didn’t seem to care and just went on fucking her. “I don’t know what ‘Hmm’ means. Unless you’re just speechless.”
Hermione swallowed hard and forced her mouth and throat to work together. “Love . . . you,” she panted.
Draco’s lips quirked into a smile, daring Snape to say it back to her.
Severus ignored him and pressed his lips behind her ear, dragging his tongue along the outer edge to make her shiver. “I love you too,” he whispered.
Draco missed a beat in surprise but quickly recovered. Hermione looked as though she was in a drug-induced stupor, a small smile playing at her lips. Draco got the impression that wasn't the first time Snape had said it, and then he remembered her mouthing the word love to him from under the table. He couldn’t remember what they’d been talking about at the time, but it seemed that she had been trying to clue him in. “When’s the wedding?”
Hermione’s eyes popped open.
“Shut up, Draco,” Severus muttered.
“I’m serious. You two are so sickeningly adorable it makes me want to be vomit. I call dibs on best man.”
Severus rolled his eyes. “This is why people don’t like you.”
Draco stopped thrusting. “First off, everyone loves me. Second, I am being dead serious. You two are perfect together. I don’t know what the hell took you so long to say it.”
Severus gave him a mild look of surprise. Draco was an infuriating mix of immaturity and knowing beyond his years. How could a boy who was so observant not know when to keep his mouth shut?
“Maybe I was just waiting for you to shut the hell up,” Snape grumbled.
Draco wasn’t fooled by his gruff retort. “I’m happy for you. You too, kitty cat,” he said, pinching her chin.
Hermione gave him a tired smile. He was being honest. And, once again, Draco was the first to know the status of their relationship (months before they did).
“You might be the only one,” Snape muttered and started to sink into her arse again. She shuddered and burrowed back into him. He smiled lightly and kissed her neck.
Draco shrugged and started to move again too. He slid his leg around Snape’s and used him to thrust harder. “Say it again. I wasn’t ready the first time.”
Severus shook his head. “Mind your own business.”
“Say it, or I’ll sing.”
“Sing?”
“Snape and Hermione sitting in a tree. K-I-S—“
“All right! Bloody hell, you’re annoying. I love her. Are you happy? Now please shut up. I’m trying to make her come, not keep you entertained.”
Draco grinned as Hermione started giggling.
Severus rolled his eyes. “Not you too. What is so damn funny?”
Hermione didn’t know, but she couldn’t stop giggling.
Draco fucked her a little harder. “See, she thinks I’m funny. Thank you, Hermione.”
Hermione shook her head, unable to stop laughing and explain.
Snape smirked at that. “No, that’s definitely not it. You’re about as funny as dragon pox.” Her giggling was becoming maniacal. “If you’re laughing about the come on Draco’s cheek, I would have told him eventually, love. I didn’t want him to be self-conscious.”
Hermione giggled harder when Draco touched his cheek and found nothing.
“That was cheap, Snape.”
“You’re a buffoon.”
“Do you hear what he calls me, kitten? His best man . . . no respect.”
“Stop calling her kitten. She’s mine. And you are not my best man.”
“Yes I am,” Draco said, undaunted. “And she likes it when I call her kitten. Look how she’s smiling.”
“She’s delirious.”
“With gratitude that I’ll be your best man. You’re welcome. Don’t worry, kitten. I’ll find you a pretty dress. No one will mind if you wear white.”
Snape sighed. He was going to hex Draco in about five seconds. If Hermione wasn’t on the edge of lunacy he would have already done it. “Shut up and help me calm her down.”
Hermione’s sides were starting to ache. They stopped thrusting again, and Severus petted her hip, kissing the side of her face.
“Okay, love, you need to breathe. You can laugh at Draco all you like, but we both need you to calm down.”
“I like this new barmy side of you, Granger. But Snape’s right, you need to breathe. Your face is redder than your pussy.”
Hermione wiped her eyes, but she couldn’t stop giggling. She was starting to feel ridiculous and more than a little mad.
“Deep breath, love,” Snape whispered, starting to get worried. He’d had witches laugh and cry from orgasms, but she was usually pretty even. “Just relax.”
Draco grinned. “Want to pet my hair, Granger? I know it calms you down."
He was right, but the suggestion made her laugh even harder. She put her arm around him and petted his head. He felt like a bunny, and she wanted to tell him, but she couldn’t through the gasping giggles.
“I’m going to have to get her something,” Snape muttered.
“I don’t know how she’ll drink it like this.”
“Maybe if she comes, she’ll stop.”
Draco shrugged. "It's worth a shot." He started moving and felt Snape counter each thrust.
Very slowly, Hermione started to calm down. She finally managed to take a deep breath, and the madness in her snapped. Her eyes watered, and she let out a silent sob.
“Oh, Merlin,” Draco muttered to Snape. “She’s gone round the twist. You officially fucked her brains out.”
Snape kissed her head. “She’s okay now. Nod your head if you want us to keep going, love.”
Hermione nodded vigorously.
“Okay, okay.” Draco smiled, holding her head still. “Keep your hair on.”
Severus put his hand over her heart and whispered in her ear as he ground into her, “That’s it. Breathe. You’re okay now. You can cry if you want to. It scares Draco, but that’s what he gets for singing in the middle of sex.”
Hermione sputtered out a wobbly smile and sniffled.
“That’s my girl. When you can talk, tell me what you want. I’ll give you anything, love.”
Hermione gasped a few times and then got her lungs to work. “Talk . . . to me,” she whispered. “Hold me.”
Severus felt all the annoyance at Draco melt in an instant. He didn’t care about anything else. His arm tightened around her. “I love you so much, Hermione,” he murmured. “I’m never letting you go.”
Hermione started bawling.
Draco gave Snape a dark look. “You’re supposed to be making her feel better.”
Severus held her tighter, ignoring Draco. “It’s all right, love. I’m right here.”
Hermione bawled her eyes out for a whole minute then suddenly felt exhausted, as if she couldn’t cry anymore and just wanted to rest. Draco had gone still inside her, but Severus kept up a slow rhythmic grind that was rocking her to sleep. Hiccoughing a few times, she fell silent and sniffled.
Severus got his wand and cleared her sinuses. Her body relaxed with a sigh.
“Are you all right, Granger?” Draco asked, sounding doubtful.
Hermione knew he was freaked out; she wasn’t too sure of her own sanity at the moment either. She nodded.
“Do you want me to go?”
Hermione shook her head and whispered, “Just give me a minute.”
Severus kissed her head. “You’re just overwhelmed, love. You’re working and getting ready to start university. I get attacked, and then we have this thing with the talismans. Not to mention that you were a naked cat all day and then had a marathon session with two wizards. You’re allowed to break down when you need to, love. I’ll take care of you.”
Hermione turned her head to try and see him. “You don’t (sniff) think I’m going batty?”
He laughed. “Not in the least.”
“Will you fuck me to sleep tonight?”
Severus smiled. “Anything you want, but I think you should take a Tranquility Draught.”
Hermione nodded. “Yes, please.”
Draco tickled her hip to get her attention. “I think I should go.”
Hermione grabbed his hand. “No, Draco, please stay. I promise I’ll be fine in a bit. And I want you two to keep fucking me. It’s bloody amazing. Severus, get me the draught. I’ll take it now.”
Snape eased out of her and rolled over to the nightstand. He handed her the phial, and she drank it all and gave it back.
“I may wind up daffy as a loon now, but I won’t be upset.”
“Daffy as a loon . . . how would we know the difference?” Draco muttered.
Hermione picked up her head and pulled Snape’s other arm underneath it to lie on. “The difference is I won’t laugh like a madman and then blubber all over you. I’ll just . . . ramble a bit.”
Severus smiled as she reached back and pulled him against her, wrapping herself in his arms and then throwing one leg over Draco and drawing him closer. She was building a nest of sex around herself.
“All right,” Draco finally sighed.
Hermione smiled at him and pulled his arm over her waist so they were both holding her. The room started to spin, and she relaxed, familiar with the potion's subtle disorientation. The feeling used to unsettle her, but she welcomed it now. Soon she would be a limp noodle, and they would leave her floating in come. The night was young.
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