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Vexations	By : lightspeedsound Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 34789 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 19
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Title: Vexations

Author: Magistrix_Sirena

Rating: NC-17/Lascivious/Gratuitous amounts of sex

Warnings: light BDSM, voyeurism, exhibitionism, general sexual fluidity, and possibly really bad puns.

Genre: PWP. Absolutely. Here be le sex; ye be warned.

Setting: AU (as Severus is still alive).

Summary: An anonymous encounter at the most dubious of places leads to a tale of intrigue and smut. Starts summer before HBP; Hermione is 17 due to time turner whatsits. Events of HPB shall take place (at least selectively). And yes: My goal in writing this was to be as gratuitous as possible, while still maintaining a modicum of literary integrity. I hope you all like the result!

Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters. I merely like playing with them.

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Chapter 4: The Beautiful Creature Against Whom I Was Conspiring

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The Burrow, 3 weeks later…

The rest of Hermione’s summer had passed uneventfully. Shortly after her expedition at the Cloak, she had packed her trunks, said goodbye to her parents, and spent the rest of the summer at the Burrow. After a few gorgeously sunny weeks of Quidditch, lovely food, and the company of her best friends, she was starting to feel…bored. Thank goodness the term is starting soon, she thought to herself, as she watched Harry, Ron, and Ginny play a spirited game of keep-away on their brooms. Rest and relaxation is all fine and good, but boredom is intolerable…

“Come down, you three, we’ve got to LEAVE!” shouted Molly from the kitchen door, “The Ministry cars are here and we’ve got to get your school supplies NOW.”

“Alright, alright, Mum, we’re COMING!” yelled Ginny, taking a whack at Ron with her broomstick and zooming down in a completely vertical swoop. “Keep your hair on, we’re all ready to go!”

“All ready to go? You haven’t eaten BREAKFAST yet, and your father’s waiting in the car!” Stuffing bacon sandwiches into the (slightly grubby) hands of Ron, Harry, and Ginny. “What, you think we can just FLOO to Diagon Alley, with all the dangerous things that have been happening lately? We’re all in mortal peril, Miss, in case you forgot!”

Diagon Alley! Hermione jolted, the words bringing up a flood of images and memories she had managed to suppress since coming to the Burrow. Oh God, that’s near…I could…I could go back! I could bring my things…sneak out when everyone is sleeping at the Leaky Cauldron…maybe steal Harry’s invisibility cloak and just go back. Hermione shivered, despite the hot sunshine of the day. HE could be there…I could do it all over again, if HE was there…

“Hermione dear, do watch out for Ginny when we’re shopping.” Gathering up her rather large handbag, Molly turned to Hermione and gently placed a bacon sandwich in her hand (despite the fact that Hermione had already eaten a rather large breakfast with Bill and Fleur).

“Sorry, Molly, what?” Hermione asked, the question jolting her out of rather vivid flashback involving black silk ribbons.

“Watch out for Ginny,” Molly repeated, pointedly looking at Ginny and Harry, who had been rather flirty with each other the entire summer, “I don’t want her wandering off somewhere alone with a boy, or after some ridiculous set of robes or anything, or…” Molly raised an eyebrow and closely examined Hermione’s face. “Hermione, dear, are you feeling alright? Your face looks…rather flushed.” Reaching over, Molly placed a hand on Hermione’s forehead, “Well, it doesn’t feel like you have a fever…”

Hermione reddened even more, before shrugging out of Molly’s grasp and heading for the back door. “I’m fine! Really!” she squeaked, “I just…I need to grab something from my trunks before we go, ok, Molly?”

“Well, alright,” Molly said quizzically, “But best hurry up; the Ministry drivers do hate to wait. Are you sure you’re feeling fine?” she yelled up to Hermione, who was rapidly disappearing up the Burrow’s stairs.

“Yes, I’m totally fine!” yelled Hermione, over her shoulder, “Really, no need to worry about me! I have everything under control!” Finally reaching her bedroom, she opened her trunk and yanked out her mask, a rather risqué red lace corset, and a pair of red satin, strappy sandals with peeped toes and 5 inch heels. Grimly Shrinking the clothes to fit into her purse, Hermione smirked to herself. Everything under control, indeed. It’s time to wake the lioness from her catnap…

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Four hours later, Hermione found herself being dragged under the Invisibility Cloak with Harry and Ron, sneaking after an unsuspecting Draco Malfoy. Despite her whispered protests, she found herself stumbling to keep up with Harry and Ron as Draco walked…Oh Gods, no, Hermione panicked, hurriedly trying to think of a way to stop the boys from going further, What does Draco want in Knockturn Alley? Sheer terror hit her bloodstream. What if I see someone from the Cloak? What if someone recognizes me from the Cloak? What if this invisibility cloak totally fails and I get seen and the bouncer from the Cloak sees me and waves and is all like “Hello Miss, enjoying the delights of Knockturn Alley during the day, I see, fancy a visit back to our back rooms to be ravished?

“He’s going into Borgin and Burkes!” Harry hissed, jolting Hermione out of her inner monologue of anxiety.

And here we go, thought Hermione, it’s not a proper school year until Harry decides that Draco Malfoy is Up To Something.

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Fifteen ridiculously awkward minutes later, Hermione found herself being thrown out of Borgin and Burkes after her first official attempt at espionage failed miserably.

“Honestly, Hermione, what was that?” asked Ron, as Harry shrugged off the invisibility cloak. “What were you doing, fancying yourself a spy or something?”

Hermione turned a furiously bright red. “I was SPYING,” she hissed, groping through her purse for…something. It was more of a diversion tactic, really, so she didn’t have to look into Ron’s rather incredulous face. “I was being proactive, trying to get more information, while you and Harry were just sitting there, googly-eyed, arguing over whether or not Draco had the Dark Mark! Honestly!” Hermione’s frantic fingers finally grasped something useful. Grabbing her Chapstick out of her purse’s side pocket, she proceeded to slather her lips in what she hoped was a nonchalant manner. “At least I did something other than…ogle.”

Harry glared at Hermione, stuffing his invisibility cloak into his jean’s back pocket. “We weren’t…ogling. We were…thrashing it out. Theorizing.”

“Yeah,” Ron chimed in, crossing his arms across his chest, looking smug and somewhat guilty, “We were hypothesizing. Gathering data. Isn’t that what you always yell at us for not doing?”

“Well, well, not if it’s just an excuse to speculate without sufficient data!” Hermione replied huffily.

“Well it’s not like you got any data, prancing around Borgin and Burkes, looking like a second year at Yule Ball,” Ron pointed out. “I mean, Borgin saw through you in what, two seconds?”

“Oh, you! You two are insufferable!” Hermione screeched, throwing up her hands in frustration. Yes, she looked rather like a swot in there, awkwardly asking about ancient and cursed objects like they were sprouts at the grocers that she needed for tea, but there was no reason for Ron to get all shirty, just because he had stood there like a…a…popsicle. Snapping her purse rather more aggressively than needed, Hermione stormed off, fuming in self-conscious rage.

“Oy, Hermione! Where are you going?” Harry yelled at Hermione’s rapidly disappearing back.

“Off! Somewhere! Anywhere! I’ll see you back at the Leaky Cauldron!” she yelled over her shoulder, “…Where I HOPE you two can act like civilized human beings, instead of puerile idiots!”

“Well, don’t just leave,” Ron cried, suddenly alarmed, “You heard what Mum said, it’s dangerous out here, the Ministry’s got warnings all over about walking anywhere alone!”

Hermione sighed and stopped walking. They were right. As piqued as she was, she wasn’t about to go rushing into danger like…well, like Harry and Ron, for example. “Fine,” she groaned, waiting for them to catch up, “But hurry up then.” Boys, she thought, rubbing the little space between her eyebrows that had begun to throb, she glared at her two friends in annoyance. Just…arrrgh. BOYS.

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Midnight, The Leaky Cauldron

Hermione silently slid into a pair of thigh high fishnets, buckled the garter, and quietly slipped into her strappy, red silk stilettos. Tip-toeing over to the hooks by her door, she noiselessly grabbed her cloak and slipped it on over her shockingly risqué red lingerie. Holding her breath, she exited the room, gently closing and locking the door behind her. Pausing to listen for any other late night insomniacs, Hermione crept down the stairs of the Leaky Cauldron, her heart beating in her throat. When she finally got to the street, she finally began to breathe. Checking the surrounding alleyways for onlookers, she slipped on her white leather Carnivale mask and performed a silently efficient Disillusionment Charm. A quick check to see if her body was blending into the stone buildings around her and she was off.

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The Midnight Cloak

“Severus, you seem distinctly distracted tonight. Is something on your mind?”

Severus gritted his teeth at the verbalization of his given name. Lucius Malfoy had many enviable, if not admirable qualities, but discretion was not one of them. “Lucius, I have asked you repeatedly not to use my given name here!” he hissed. “My identity is of utmost—“

“—Utmost importance to the Dark Lord’s work. Yes, yes, I know,” replied Lucius in a bored tone that implied a weary indulgence at Severus’s paranoia. “But nobody could possibly hear us under this ridiculous racket. What on EARTH is that sound? Music?”

Severus sighed and sipped on a firewhisky and soda. “Industrial, I believe, is the term.”

“It’s ghastly,” Lucius said, shuddering. “It sounds as if Muggle machines are fucking over a cliff.”

Severus gave a polite laugh and scanned the room for the fifth time in five minutes. Will She be here tonight? He wondered to himself, half in hope, half in dread. Will She return? It had been weeks since his encounter with the lovely Alice girl of the deliciously responsive body. He had been back in those weeks, and yet, no other lover could hold his attention. Not tonight, he berated himself silently. You don’t want her here tonight. You want no one you care about here, tonight.

“Anyways,” Lucius drawled, bemused at Severus’s absent-mindedness, “you seem almost unhappy to be here, tonight, Tobias. It’s not like you; you’re normally right at home in this den of iniquity. Sex, beautiful people running about naked, the Dark Lord planning something mysterious in the back room; you should be smiling at least.”

Severus shrugged, tipping back more of his drink. Lucius was right; normally, the Cloak’s atmosphere fed him energy. It wasn’t so hard to act like he was a Death Eater, surrounded by lascivious sights and sin. Normally, he would be chatting with one of the pale, muscled youths lined up by the bar, or perhaps one of the buxom young witches roaming the stages. Normally, you wouldn’t be wasting away over some nameless nymphette you shagged nearly a month ago, he thought to himself, disgusted. Normally you wouldn’t be holding your breath like a schoolgirl waiting for her crush to walk by between classes. “I suppose I’m just…listless,” he muttered into his ice. “There’s only so much shagging a man can do before it all turns…cliché.”

Lucius chuckled, sipping on a glass of elf-made wine. “I should think the Cloak is the place to go to avoid cliché sex. At least,” he said darkly, “I should hope one could avoid cliché sex here. Otherwise, I might as well be at home, shagging Narcissa and Bellatrix.”

Severus snorted at that. Nobody shagged Bellatrix but the Dark Lord. At least, not since Voldemort had achieved corporeality. “Shameless liar,” he retorted, smirking at his pale companion. “You’re just trying to get a reaction out of me.”

“Oh, without a doubt,” Lucius agreed readily, “But that doesn’t mean I’m lying.” Suddenly, Lucius’s body stiffened, his head turning towards the entrance of the Cloak. “Here now, what’s this?” he purred, a predatory smile on his lips. “There, by the coat check, in the red lace corset and the charming fishnets. If that won’t get a reaction out of you, you’re made of stone.”

Severus looked up. FUCK. No. Not tonight! He cursed to himself, wanting to pound his head against the bar in frustration and angst. Why did she have to pick tonight? Hands shaking, he stalled by signaling the bartender for a refill.

“My, my, my,” murmured Lucius, still eying the witch. “She’s got a rather lovely pair of heels on. Do you suppose she could balance on those and suck cock at the same time?”

Severus grimly downed half his firewhisky and soda in one swallow. “I think it’s more a question of ‘would’ than ‘could’ with that one, Lucius,” he replied, through gritted teeth. “You can’t force yourself onto anyone here, remember?”

“Oh ho! Is that a bit of snark I hear?” smirked Lucius, tapping Severus’s knee with his snake-topped cane. “Care to join me in my…endeavor?”

“You’ll never get her,” Severus replied, with studied nonchalance, draining his glass. “That type knows exactly what you’re capable of.”

“…Well, I certainly have some theories, but I’m not one to hypothesize without sufficient data,” a voice purred behind their shoulders. “Care to enlighten me?”

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15 minutes earlier…

Hermione paid her cover charge and entered the Cloak, dizzy with anticipation. Will He be here? Will I finally get to see him again? She could feel herself grow wet with eagerness. The last time she was here had been…gobsmack-able to say the least. Hurriedly, she handed her cloak to the coat check girl and surveyed the room. Taking a couple steps to the bar, she surreptitiously adjusted her corset cups to allow for maximum cleavage. Looking up from her rather impressively displayed bosoms, she suddenly froze mid-step. No. No. Fucking. Way. It can’t be.

There, by the bar, clad in a forest green velvet frock coat, ridiculous pimp cane in hand, his blond hair neatly tied back in a long ponytail, smirk half covered by a silver Phantom of the Opera mask, sat Lucius Malfoy.

And right next to him stood the best shag of her life.

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Think, Hermione, THINK, Hermione berated herself, attempting to look as if she was casually adjusting her garter belt while a mild panic attack took place. That’s LUCIUS MALFOY. THE Death Eater. What would he be doing here? Is he here for a Dark Revel? A solitary shag? A horrified thought crossed her mind. Is DRACO here? Oh God, is that DRACO that I shagged last time or…No. NO. Be sensible Hermione, you saw that wizard’s hair. His hair was distinctly NOT blond. There is NO WAY Draco “I’m a Ferret” Malfoy could have Transfigured his hair that well. Silently, she attempted to calm herself and assess the situation. This was Lucius Malfoy, after all, a man who was supposed to be in jail. Any information on Lucius Malfoy would be invaluable to the Order, Hermione told herself, silently debating her next step. He’s so indiscreet, surely he’ll let slip something mid-orgasm. He’s just that type of Pureblood idiot. And it’s the Cloak, after all. There’s safeguards and all that. He can’t do anything to the unwilling. And he certainly won’t want to draw too much undue attention to himself…

…And face it, Hermione, there’s nothing you want more than to see Lucius Malfoy, on his knees, begging for your mercy.

Straightening her shoulders in determination and attempting the walk of a sex goddess with loads of experience, Hermione chose the only option any self-respecting sexually curious Gryffindor would: She stalked towards Lucius Malfoy. I am a Lioness, she told herself firmly, I am a siren succubus. I am a mistress of my own sexual destiny. A Magical Mata Hari. Oh God, she thought, lip trembling in a moment of agonizing terror, I have absolutely no idea what I’m doing.

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Lucius stared at the little minx that had wriggled her way between him and Severus. Her corset really was quite charming, all red lace and exquisite little satin ribbons. “It isn’t polite to eavesdrop,” he said, smirking suggestively.

Oh God, thought Hermione, Lucius Malfoy wants to engage me in witty banter. Oh God. Oh God. Oh God. Quick, say something clever and sexual. “Well, there are many qualities I would imagine as virtues in a sex club, but politeness is not one of them,” she quipped. Was that clever? It sounded belabored. Oh Merlin. Oh God. Oh Circe. I am a laborious banterer. FUCK. Shut up, inner Hermione, SHUT UP.

Lucius stared at her for a second, before giving an appreciative chuckle. He did so love a woman with a sharp tongue. Well, metaphorically speaking, at least. “Well you seem quite…well endowed…with the virtues a sex club would required,” he said, leering at her lace-covered breasts.

Hermione almost rolled her eyes at Lucius’s obvious lechery, before realizing that rolling one’s eyes at Lucius Malfoy might be the last thing one did. Flattery, she told herself. Flattery is always the best policy…right? “I could say the same for you,” she purred, eying Lucius quite obviously through her mask. “Both of you,” she added, finally turning her head to acknowledge her former lover. “Hello, Sir. You’re looking…dashing this evening.”

Severus gave a slight nod, attempting to calm his inner panic. Before he could respond, Lucius cut in with a surprised bark of laughter.

“…Sir? Since when did my friend Tobias earn such respect? And,” he added, cupping Hermione’s chin and turning her head towards his, “…how can I manage to earn the same?”

Hermione smiled tentatively at him, her lips barely curving. “We’ve…met. Here. Before. He…impressed me.” Well, that was sufficiently stilted…

“Oh?” asked Lucius, glancing at Severus, his hand still gently grasping the witch’s chin. “I was under the impression that you preferred the…uninitiated.”

Hermione’s neck ached at the awkward angle. Twisting her chin out of Lucius Malfoy’s grip, she threw a coquettish look towards the dark-haired wizard behind her (Tobias, she reminded herself, filing the name away to research later). “I was uninitiated,” she told Lucius, fingers idly intertwining with his. He’s only clutching his cane. She thought, disappointed, but ultimately relieved. No nasty cursed objects, no Portkey… “Your friend…initiated me.”

“I…see,” Lucius purred, running a hand through the witch’s riotous curls, down her neck, lightly caressing a line down her spine. “And what’s more, I do believe we’re dancing around the issue.”

Hermione felt her heart leap into her throat. She did it. She had seduced Lucius Malfoy. Or rather, had convinced Lucius Malfoy that he was seducing her. Steady, now. Keep calm and think of Gryffindor… “Are we?” she asked innocently, leaning into Lucius’s chest and brushing a finger against his exposed cheek. “I rather thought everything was out in the open.”

“Oh, not nearly open enough,” replied Lucius, smirking at Severus as he wrapped his arms around the lace-clad witch, playing with the ribbons on her corset. “I assure you…I really am quite vulgar.” Lucius tipped the witch’s head back, so that he could look into her mask-covered eyes. “This may shock you, my little morsel, but I’m dying to fuck your pretty little brains out.”

Hermione struggled to remain calm. This is it. My chance. Who knows what sort of indiscretions Lucius Malfoy might commit mid coitus. She took a deep breath and pressed her crotch into his, grinding down. Smiling at Lucius’s sharp intake of breath, Hermione slid a hand down his back, stroking his spine. “I must admit, I’m amenable to the idea.”

Lucius growled, bringing a hand up to caress the side of her breasts through the lace corset. His eyes met Severus’s. The man’s jaw was ticking. Jealous and possessive, no doubt, Lucius thought smugly. I wonder… ”Care to join us, Tobias?” he murmured, sliding his hand lower to cup the witch’s rather luscious bottom. “It’s been a while since we’ve…had fun…together.”

Hermione looked over her shoulder at her former lover. A threesome? She shrieked silently, biting her lip anxiously. I can’t be in a threesome! …Can I? She thought back to her last encounter with this man, her pussy suddenly wet with the titillating memories of his tongue on her cunt. He was…rather good, she admitted to herself. And I imagine he would know what to do…

Severus grit his teeth and tried to restrain himself from punching Lucius in the jaw. She’s mine, he thought fiercely, mine alone. Shocked at his possessive jealousy, Severus silently berated himself for getting so attached to the witch. You don’t know her. And you certainly have no claim to her. If she wants Lucius, then she should have Lucius. And yet…Lucius was known to forget himself. Perhaps if I simply tagged along to make sure nothing goes…wrong. Trying to convince himself that he was motivated by a wish for the girl’s safety, and not by the erection that had sprung into place the second she walked into the door, Severus nodded grimly at Lucius and gestured towards the back rooms.

Lucius smiled slyly, and gallantly bowed to the witch, nodding towards Severus. As she followed his friend, he stared at her generous hips and luscious bottom. This is going to be good…

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Hermione froze, disconcerted, as she followed her former lover into the back room. A cherry paneled chamber, the only furnishing was a single king sized, four-poster bed with bottle green silk sheets, placed in the center of the room. The bed, nestled in the room’s starkness, seemed to leer at her in smug opulence. There is only one reason to enter my domain, it seemed to whisper lecherously. Come, cum, and fuck.

The wizard in black’s footsteps echoed against the room’s bare walls as he walked towards the bed. He pivoted to face her. His face was…still, almost blank, his lips pressed together in what she thought was a grim expression until their eyes met in a searing, intense moment. She could feel his gaze, burning through the eyeholes of his mask, the heat of his lust nearly singeing her corset off with its passion.

Hermione felt her nipples tighten instantly, as she took an inadvertent step back at the force of his desire. Her hand flew to her lips, which were suddenly tingling as if somebody had just kissed her with wild abandon. Never had she been more aware of her own sexual allure…

Lucius observed the look Severus was giving the witch with bemused glee. Severus’s lust for the witch was hypnotic in its power, enthralling the witch. This will never do, he thought, loudly slamming the door behind him and gliding his way towards her. I won’t have Severus taking all the glory…

Suddenly, Hermione felt Lucius’s body insinuate itself against her back, a hand pressing hard against her skin as it glided down her breasts to encircle her waist. Hot, panting breaths puffed against her neck as Lucius bent over her, his other hand firmly guiding hers up, to grip his neck. She could feel his mouth slowly lowering towards her neck, his breath intimate against her skin. Finally…there. Lips pressed against her pulse point, light at first, then gradually harder and harder, his teeth sinking lightly into her flesh as his tongue lightly swirled over her skin. Hermione groaned loudly, eyes rolling back at the sheer pleasure of contact, her other hand reaching behind her to pull Lucius’s body closer. He responded with a pleased chuckle that vibrated deliciously down her spine. She felt his lips leave her skin, and a puff of cold air chilling her just-kissed flesh. Whining at the loss of contact, she tried to pull Lucius back down. She had enjoyed that…

“No, no, little one,” Lucius whispered, lips making teasing contact with the shell of her ear, “Look up. I do believe our friend means business.”

Hermione’s eyes snapped open to the sight of the wizard in black stalking towards her purposefully. The intensity of his gaze never wavered as he fluidly shrugged off his billowing cloak and tossed it to the side. Her eyes widened as he stopped a step in front her, his fingers tilting her chin up towards his face.

The sight of Lucius’s mouth on Alice’s body had sent a jolt of fury through Severus’s body. Watching her body writhe under Lucius’s ministrations, he felt his pants tighten. I can do better than that, he thought peevishly, marching towards the couple. I will do better than that. Severus Snape does not idly watch.

Hermione met his gaze, her body quivering under the weight of his lust, feeling as if they were both teetering on a knife-edge of desire. What does he want? She wondered. Why won’t he just—

Any thoughts were cut off as the wizard swooped down crush her mouth against his, one hand cradling her cheek, the other yanking her out of Lucius’s grasp. A gasp of pleasure escaped her lips as she clung to him for balance. Fuck me! She thought. What have I gotten myself in to?

“Now, now, Severus, don’t be selfish,” Lucius chided, running a finger down the witch’s lace-clad spine. “Sharing is caring, and what not.”

Severus tore his mouth away from hers, panting. “We should ask the witch whom she wants,” he replied, brushing his fingers down the sides of her breasts. “I do believe she gets final say in the issue.”

Hermione bit her lip, trying not to moan at the feeling of so many hands stroking her body. Two beautiful men. Lucius Malfoy and…Him. This is a fantasy, a voice whispered inside her head. A sick, twisted, perverse fantasy. This is a dream. No, this is real, but without the consequences of reality. Ask for what your body desires. Do it. You can have whatever you want.   “Both,” she whispered breathlessly, questioning the sanity of her sexual desires. “Please.”

Smirking smugly at Severus, Lucius took the witch’s hand and walked towards the bed. He sat down at the edge of the mattress, firmly guiding her to his lap. “You heard the witch,” he told Severus, looking at his friend over the witch’s head. “She wants us both.”

Severus grit his teeth, trying to silence his internal war of conflicting emotions. Lucius was not a man to entrust with an inexperienced girl. Furthermore sharing a woman with Lucius was an experience he tended to regret. On the other hand, Severus thought, glancing at the witch, lounging on Lucius’s lap as if it was a throne, a body like that deserves to be worshipped by all.

Still maintaining fierce eye contact, Severus knelt at the witch’s feet. Slowly, he trailed his fingers up her fishnet-clad legs, caressing her ankles, flirting around her knees, stroking upwards towards her thighs. Settling his weight, he placed his hands on either side of Lucius’s thighs, and leaned towards her. Severus pressed his lips against hers, gently coaxing her mouth open with his tongue, deepening the kiss. Slowly, he pulled away. “I will give you what you wish, little one,” he murmured, tracing the lace cups of her corset with one hand. “But it may be more…intense…than you expect.”

Hermione hummed in pleasure as the dark wizard’s warm palm began to lightly massage her breasts. Hyper aware of Lucius’s warmth at her back, she nodded at the man at her feet. “I trust you,” she whispered.

Severus froze, taken aback by her words. She trusts me? What have I done to earn that? Memories of ribbons and dirty talk and rough sex flooded his brain. Does she really understand what she’s giving me license to do? He cautiously gave her mind a subtle, tiny poke with Legilimency; not enough to really read her thoughts, but enough to gauge her emotions. He was greeted with the most analytical lust he had ever encountered. She’s reasoning through her desires, he thought, surprised and relieved. Satisfied, he allowed himself a tiny smirk before leaning closer towards her. “I do hope you don’t regret that trust,” he murmured, grazing his lips against her cheek. “But if you really do trust me, be reassured that you will be screaming in pleasure before the night is done.”

Lucius growled impatiently, his hands gripping the witch’s thighs, forcing them to open. “Could we just stop this pointless chit chat and get to the fucking?” he snarled. “Need I remind you? We have an appointment to keep later.”

“But of course,” replied Severus, as his hand crept up the witch’s inner thigh. “Do forgive me for keeping you…waiting.”

Before Hermione could ponder the meaning of this exchange, the dark wizard casually ripped her panties off, tossed them aside, and thrust two fingers deep into her wet core. Shrieking in surprise and pleasure, she gripped Lucius’s thighs, bracing herself against him as her hips met every thrust.

Lucius hissed at the sensation of the witch’s arse grinding into his crotch, her hands gripping his thighs to keep her balance as Severus pumped in and out of delicious looking pussy. Wrapping one arm around her waist, he pulled her tight against him. Flipping her luxurious curls to one side, he buried his face in the side neck, sucking and biting the hollow of her clavicle, relishing the feel of her speeding pulse. His other hand crept lower, to join Severus’s, viciously pinching her clit.

“FUCK!” Hermione screamed, pleasure shooting through her body. She looked down, the sight of two men’s hands on her cunt making her moan. One hand intertwined with Lucius’s hair, pressing his lips against her pulse point. The other grabbed the dark wizard’s shirt collar and yanked his face towards hers, pulling him into a deep kiss.

Severus moaned into the witch’s mouth, feeling her tongue aggressively caress and explore his. He shoved another finger into her pussy, his other hand pulling the lace cup of her corset down to expose her breast. Curling his fingers inside her cunt, his other hand palmed her breast, pinching the nipple between two knuckles.

Not to be out-done, Lucius reached around to palm the witch’s other breast, rapidly flicking the nipple with his thumbnail. “For Merlin’s sake, man,” he growled, “eat her fucking pussy.”

Pulling away from the kiss, Severus chuckled. “Not yet,” he replied, his lips trailing lower to her breasts, tongue flickering over her nipples. “I want her to earn that pleasure.”

“FUCK!” Hermione yelled, as she felt the dark wizard suddenly bite down and suck her nipple between his teeth, his tongue swirling over the sensitive nub. Suddenly, his other hand twisted inside of her, the fingers swiveling in and out of her cunt. Screaming in ecstasy, she came, grinding clit against Lucius’s fingers, thrusting her hips against the dark wizard’s hand.

Severus slowed his thrusts as the witch’s orgasm faded. Pulling his fingers out of her quim, he grinned at the copious amount of wetness coating his fingers. Nodding to Lucius, he pulled the witch from his friend’s lap, standing up as he pulled her forward. Guiding her to her knees, he slowly unbuttoned his trousers, his swollen member springing free. “Are you ready to earn mouth on your quim, my Alice?” he asked, stroking his cock with fingers slick with her cum. “I think my friend would like a demonstration of your…skills.”

Hermione nodded, transfixed by the sight of the dark wizard’s shaft, coated with her cum. Licking her lips, she leaned forward, encircling the head with one hand. She eagerly lowered her mouth to the tip, sliding his cock in and out of her lips as she caressed the underside with her tongue. Humming in pleasure, she reached her other hand down to her pussy, and began to rub her clit.

“Well, that does look quite pretty,” Lucius murmured from the bed as he unbuttoned his trousers and began to fist his own cock. “How does her mouth feel on your prick, Tobias?”

Severus moaned as the witch moved her hand lower to cup his bollocks, her mouth sucking his cock deeper into her throat. “Merlin, that’s amazing,” he moaned.

“It looks amazing,” Lucius replied. “But I can’t help but feel…left out.”

Severus nodded, forcefully pushing the witch away from his crotch. He pulled her to her feet, and wriggled a hand between her thighs. Smirking at her wetness, rubbed her clit with his fingertip. “Well look whose pussy is soaked through,” he murmured, backing her towards Lucius. The witch moaned, grinding against his finger.

“Do you want a cock in your cunt?” Severus asked, “Do you want my tongue on your clit?” He pinched her nub, eliciting a sharp gasp.

Hermione groaned, wholly unsatisfied by the meager pressure on her quim. “Please, yes,” she begged, trying to press harder against his hand. “I need…I need to be fucked.”

Lucius grinned lasciviously and grabbed her waist. “Well, since you asked so nicely…” he chuckled, pulling her down into his lap as he thrust his cock into her cunt. Groaning at the sweet, wet heat enveloping his shaft, he braced her body against his, one arm under her breasts, the other urging her hips to roll back and forth.

“Now,” Lucius commanded.

Severus immediately knelt in front of the couple and shoved the witch’s thighs wider. Groaning at the sight of her tight cunt being fucked, he lowered his head and began to suckle her clit, fingers lightly massaging Lucius’s shaft. Lucius must climax as soon as possible, he told himself. Otherwise, who knows what depravity might occur as a result of his frustration…

“SHIT!” Hermione shrieked, instantly orgasming at the sensation of being fucked and licked at the same time. She felt Lucius’s grip tighten as thrust into her, deeper, harder, faster. The other wizard’s hands gripped her thighs, his tongue laving against her clit, sucking and biting and flickering over the sensitive nub until she thought she would black out in pleasure.

Lucius growled as the witch’s pussy convulsed around his cock and Severus’s fingers casually brushed against his shaft. “God, I forgot how good this felt,” he grunted, slamming into the witch’s quivering quim.

Severus chuckled against the witch’s cunt, and cupped Lucius’s balls. He had forgotten how intoxicating it was to have two people at the mercy of his mouth. He gave the witch’s clit one last lick before moving away to lay on the bed, lengthwise.

Responding to Severus’s unspoken cue, Lucius reluctantly slid out of the witch, gently pushing her on to the bed, towards Severus. “I think our friend requires your attentions, sweetheart,” he said, moving both of them fully on to the bed.

Hermione grinned at the dark wizard and crawled over his body, knees straddling his hips. Slowly, she sank down on his rigid member, moaning in pleasure at the feeling of his cock filling her pussy with heat. “Oh yesssss,” she hissed, as she began to ride him, “Merlin, I forgot how good your cock feels in my cunt.”

Severus groaned, meeting her thrusts with his hips. He pulled her towards him, crushing her lips against his.

Lucius grinned mischievously, crawling towards the couple. He eyed the witch’s luscious arse, moving up and down over Severus’s cock. God, she looks tight, he thought, trailing a finger down spine. His cock still slick from her pussy, he positioned himself behind her arse, tracing her rosebud with the head of prick.

Through his peripheral vision, Severus spotted Lucius position himself behind the witch’s arse. Fuck, I forgot, he cursed, abruptly pulling her body flush against his. He likes to bugger them without prepping them. Desperately trying to get her away from Lucius without being too obvious, he gripped her hips to roll her to the bed. Anything to get her out of the way…

“What the—“ Lucius snarled indignantly, “What are you—“

Suddenly, three sharp raps sounded against the door of the room. The trio froze, heads whipping towards the entrance.

Slowly, the door opened. A masked witch clad only in a black velvet cloak strolled into the room. “Hello, boys,” she purred, “I realize you’re busy, but, it’s time.”

Bellatrix, Lucius cursed silently, immediately zipping up his trousers and rolling off the bed. “Every goddamn time,” he muttered.

Bellatrix Lestrange smirked at him, knowing full well that she had just cock-blocked Lucius Malfoy. She raised an eyebrow at Severus, who was frozen in mid position-change, his cock still in whatever slut the troublemakers had managed to seduce.

“I’ll tell Him you’re on your way, darling,” she said archly. “Do hurry, though; you know He hates waiting.” She dragged her brother-in-law out of the room, slamming the door behind her.

Severus immediately leapt off the bed, and began to button his pants, erection already faded from the thought of an irate Voldemort. Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, the Dark Lord is going to kill me, he panicked, hastily grabbing his robe cloak off the floor. He glanced at the bed, the half-naked witch staring at him in confusion and frustration.

“What the HELL was that?” she asked. “Actually, more to the point, WHO the hell was that?”

Severus shook his head, fingers shaking as he tried to fasten the clasp under his neck. “Don’t ask.”

“I’m asking!” Hermione protested, sitting up and crossing her arms over her (half-done-up) corset. “What sort of authority empowers a witch to stop two wizards mid coitus?” She stared at him, flummoxed. “You don’t even look angry!”

“I’m not,” he replied, grabbing her torn panties and tossing them to her. “I’m properly chastised. And you should go. Leave the Cloak.”

“What!” Hermione said indignantly, ignoring the panties as they landed on the mattress.

“Tonight is not a night for the…uninitiated,” Severus hedged. “You should…you would…it’s not safe,” he finished lamely. God, she needs to get out of here NOW.

“Not safe? This is the CLOAK. It’s got more safeguards than fucking Azkaban!” Hermione pointed out. “You’re not telling me something!”

“You need to LEAVE!” Severus shouted, fear coursing through his veins. She’s going to get slaughtered.

“Not until you tell me WHY!” Hermione cried, sliding off the bed and stalking towards him. “I told you I trusted you! Why can’t you just TRUST ME?”

Something snapped inside Severus. Trust. Fuck. She trusts me. She can’t trust me. She’ll never live if she thinks I can keep her safe, that I’m safe. Desperately, he began to unbutton his left shirt cuff, folding the sleeve back.

“What on earth?” Hermione asked. “Undressing right when you want me to leave?”

“Shut up!” Severus hissed, finally managing to shove the sleeve back, exposing his forearm, the Dark Mark writhing darkly under his skin. He shoved his arm into her face, shaking with terror and anxiety. “Do you know what this means, witch?”

Hermione reared back, eyes wide with fear. Lucius Malfoy was one thing. She had known he was on the run for his association with Lord Voldemort. And of course, any man Lucius Malfoy called “friend” was likely to be in cahoots with the Death Eaters. But actually seeing the Dark Mark imprinted on the arms that were just holding her…Oh God, she thought, bile rising in her throat, I have no idea who this man is. What he’s done. Who he’s tortured.

Severus pulled his shirtsleeve down, swiftly buttoning his cuff, disgusted at himself for having to resort to such distasteful and dangerous scare tactics. “The room is paid for,” he said, silently Summoning her panties from the bed and Restoring them. He thrust her now-whole underwear into her hand. “Go. Now.”

Hermione automatically grabbed the lingerie, still trying to process what she had just seen. On autopilot, she walked out the door, moving past the coat check girls, to flop down on a leather-padded bench. Holy shit. What the fuck just happened? She thought, absentmindedly slipping into her underwear. I have to find out more…

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Severus slammed the door behind her. Turning to face the bed, he leaned against the door, head in his hands. That was too close for comfort.

Slowly, he forced his heart rate to calm down, and emptied his mind of all thoughts. Calmed, mind shrouded with a cloud of Occlumency, he grimly opened the door and exited the room.

Showtime.

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AN: Sorry it took so long to update. Then again, this chapter is about twice as long as the others, so I hope you enjoyed it! I sort of caved and added in a plot…but don’t worry: I solemnly swear to insert smut in every chapter, no matter what ;) Rate and review if you want more! I PROMISE it makes me write faster! REALLY!

PS: Chapter title is a line from the Sherlock Holmes story “A Scandal in Bohemia.” Points if you know exactly who the line is referencing!
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