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Slytherin Toy	By : Dazzlious Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 55780 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A.N: katiekrm - I'm sorry that Draco calling Hermione a Mudblood is a mood killer. He did explain why he was going to do it, but I understand, that like Hermione, it can be hard to get used to. Thank you everyone for the reviews and votes. I really appreciate it.

‘Severus, will you marry me?’ Hermione asked. She lay across his chest running her hand through the dark hairs she found there.
Snape smiled. ‘I should be the one asking you, don't you think, Hermione?’
‘Should you? Well, why don't you, then?’ she asked petulantly.
Snape sighed. ‘It’s not the right time. When you’ve left school—’
‘What, you don't think I’m old enough to make a decision like that?’ Hermione cut in crossly. Her eyes narrowed dangerously.
‘That’s not what I meant, love,’ Snape replied soothingly, stroking her back. ‘I just think you might change your mind once you’re away from here . . . away from me. You’ll have so many options in your life. Marriage to me isn’t the only one, you know.’
‘I doubt I’m going to change my mind on this. I love you, Severus. I know what I want and you’re it. I want to be your wife.’
‘I just don't think you should rush into anything,’ Snape said.
‘So you don't want to marry me, then?’ Hermione’s voice was flat.
‘I didn't say that. I just said we should wait a little while.’ Snape leant forward and kissed her tenderly.
‘Fine,’ Hermione said, in that tone of voice that made it clear it really wasn’t. ‘But I’m not going to change my mind, however long we wait.’
‘You don’t know what’s going to happen in the future,’ Snape said reasonably. ‘Perhaps Draco will sweep you off your feet and take you away somewhere, or your thing with Lucius could get more serious.’
Hermione scowled. ‘I don’t want things getting more serious with Lucius,’ she told him. ‘I think I’ve gone far enough down that road . . . unless you want me to continue.’
Snape gave an amused laugh. ‘I told you before, Hermione, everything you do is because you want to do it and it all stops whenever you want. However, we will still need to go the party, regardless of your feelings for Lucius.’
Hermione sighed. ‘Okay, we’ll go to the party. But then that’s it. I don’t want anything more to do with Lucius after that. I’m really not deeply enough into that whole BDSM thing to continue with him.’
‘What about Draco and Pansy?’ Snape asked.
Hermione sighed. ‘I don’t know,’ she replied honestly.
‘You like them,’ Snape said.
Hermione nodded her head. ‘I do, but. . . .’ She sighed. ‘Oh, I don’t know. I love you, Severus, and I want to marry you. There really isn’t anything else I want in my life more, and I just wish you’d see that.’
Snape chuckled. ‘Stop being so impatient, Hermione. We have the rest of our lives to consider marriage. I’m sure you can fit in a few more things before then.
Hermione said nothing further, knowing that it wasn’t going to get her anywhere, but she couldn’t help but feel disappointed that Severus didn’t want to marry her.

Hermione lay in her bed thinking about what Severus had said to her earlier in the evening. She really did want to marry him and it was so frustrating that he wouldn’t at least consider it. Of course, if they did eventually get married she would have to give up playing with Draco and Pansy, along with Lucius, but she was sure she could do it.
As much as she liked the two Slytherins and enjoyed what she did with them, as Severus’ wife she wanted to be with him exclusively. That wasn’t too hard to achieve, was it? After all, most people managed to have a relationship with only one other person. Of course, if she was honest, she didn’t want to give Severus an excuse to get a mistress and continue to attend Lucius’ parties. She didn’t want anyone else making love to him except her. As far as she was concerned the next party would be the last they would ever attend.
But while it should have been easy for her to give up Draco and Pansy, she couldn’t help but admit that they had certainly spiced up her last few months at school considerably. Once again her mind returned to Lucius’ party and what had happened after Lucius finished his games.
Hermione lay, still tied to the bed, aching and somewhat sore, but feeling sated and strangely elated by everything that had happened. Her senses were significantly heightened and she felt as if her entire being was hyper-aware, more cognizant of everything going on around her, even after all the alcohol.
There was a knock on the door. Immediately, as Lucius answered it, the easy feeling fled Hermione's body, leaving in its place an anxiety born of her captivity. She had no idea who the visitor was, it could be any one of the party guests, but the idea of them seeing her like this, naked and spread-eagled on the bed, unable to stop any lascivious looks on their part or even something more, was worrying.
Just before Lucius moved back to reveal the newcomer Hermione realised who it must be and moaned piteously. She didn't want Draco to see her like this. Bad enough that he would know what she had done with his father, but to see her completely naked and bound, unable to move or cover herself in any way, was going to be a major embarrassment for her.
Draco and Pansy both entered the room and Hermione wished the ground would open up and swallow her, especially upon seeing their knowing smirks as they spotted her tied to the bed. She moaned softly with disquiet as her eyes searched for Severus’, willing him to look in her direction and understand her need to be released from the bondage immediately. But he was seemingly more interested in the newcomers as he never once looked her way.
Unable to do anything but listen, Hermione heard Severus thank Draco for coming to her aid. He seemed happy to allow the blond boy to collect payment for his actions, and she was unable to do anything to stop it.
Hermione knew what would happen — after all, Draco had hinted earlier at what he wanted — but as with Lucius, she was unsure why Draco would want her when she was Muggle-born. And how would Pansy react to her boyfriend getting intimate with Hermione when she had always hated her so much?
Draco stood beside the bed and his hand trailed gently over Hermione’s body, fingers stroking her soft skin as she cringed with embarrassment. She had been so preoccupied with praying to anyone who would listen that Severus would not give her to Draco, she had missed their conversation. But from the way he was touching her and the look on his face she knew her prayers hadn’t been answered and she was now at Draco’s mercy.
‘Please untie me,’ she whispered. She knew it was unlikely to work, but she had to at least try.
Draco grinned at Hermione wickedly. ‘Oh, I don't think we want to do that just yet, do we?’
His hand moved over her body once again, fingers squeezing her breasts for a moment before tracing gently around her aureole, and he watched with pleasure as her nipple stiffened. His other hand trailed down over her stomach, tracing patterns on it before sliding down between her wide open legs.
‘I rather like you being unable to move,’ Draco confided happily. ‘This way I know I’m going to get exactly what I want from you.’ He leant closer to whisper in Hermione’s ear. ‘But don’t worry, Mudblood, I’ll make sure you enjoy it at least as much as I do.’
Hermione gasped as Draco’s fingers slid inside her. She was feeling a little tender after her session with Lucius, but it still felt good. She closed her eyes and relaxed, enjoying the feeling as his thumb joined the party, rubbing her clit in a circular motion as he continued to finger her.
She gave a small whimper as she felt the tug inside her that signified another orgasm was on its way. But then Draco removed his fingers from her. Hermione fought down a feeling of disappointment and opened her eyes to look up at him, although her face must have given away her feelings.
‘I’m not ready to let you come just yet,’ Draco told her with a wicked grin. ‘Not when there’s so much more for us to enjoy first.’
Hermione almost groaned with annoyance at his teasing and she closed her eyes again, not wanting to see his smugness at his dominance over her. Then suddenly everything changed, and once again she could feel fingers softly stroking her.
She heard Draco laugh as he said, ‘It appears that my dear girlfriend has decided to take pity on you, Mudblood. Clearly, she feels you should be given the opportunity to come after all.’ He leant over her, grinning once more. ‘And far be it from me to spoil Pansy’s enjoyment.’
Hermione gave a massive gasp as a tongue slid over her clit, tickling as it licked and sucked, then swooping and dipping to traverse the length of her slit, teasing and prodding at the engorged lips, softly stroking and caressing as it moved. She moaned and bit her lip, trying not to cry out as her body writhed at the gentle touch. It felt wonderful, and whatever she thought of Draco she couldn’t help but appreciate what his tongue was doing to her.
‘I have to admit that is extremely arousing,’ Draco confided, his voice a husky whisper in her ear as Hermione exploded, the lapping tongue working its magic on her vulva, her body still held taut by the ropes that bound her.
Hermione’ eyes shot open in shock as she realised it wasn’t Draco who was pleasuring her. She lifted her head enough to see the dark hair buried between her open legs and realised that the three men were watching avidly as Pansy Parkinson, the girl Hermione had always considered her biggest enemy, had brought her to a screaming, shuddering climax that had her sobbing from its intensity.
‘Girl on girl always makes me horny,’ Draco said, his voice louder but still just as husky. He grabbed Hermione’s face and turned it towards him, and smiled as he pulled his erection from his trousers. ‘Suck my cock, Mudblood, there’s a good girl,’ he said almost patronisingly, pushing the engorged member towards her mouth.
For a moment Hermione thought about refusing, but the feel of Pansy’s tongue and fingers, which were still playing with her pussy and making her feel incredibly horny, and the realisation that this was all part of Draco’s remuneration for his earlier rescue of her, made her open her mouth as he pushed against it.
As she sucked, Hermione realised she was rather enjoying the feeling of multiple partners, whoever they were, and no longer worrying about how she looked or who was watching she surrendered herself completely to the Slytherin couple.

Hermione wasn’t sure how much later it was that she was finally completely released from her bonds and left lying shattered yet pleasantly sated on the bed. She didn’t really care how long it had been; her entire body and mind were buzzing. She had never encountered anything as intense as the experience she had just been through. She felt completely satisfied and so light within herself that she was sure she could float; if Draco hadn’t been holding onto her so tightly.
Her hand reached out to stroke Pansy’s face, her fingers brushing over the dark-haired girl’s lips as Pansy smiled, her beautiful dark eyes glinting as they stared at one another.
‘Thank you.’ Hermione mouthed the words silently so they were only for Pansy, and the girl winked lazily at her in response.
Draco’s mouth was on Hermione’s throat now, kissing up towards her ear.
‘That was truly magnificent, Mudblood,’ he whispered as his hand covered and squeezed one of her breasts. ‘We definitely have to do this again sometime. I absolutely love fucking you.’
Hermione smiled at this comment, too, understanding the sentiment behind it completely. She had to admit that sexually Draco was amazing. Their lovemaking had been extremely energetic and loud. She stretched her back, arching as Draco’s mouth moved to cover her nipple, before sinking back onto the bed.
She could still feel where Lucius had given her his lesson in pain and pleasure, the flogger and whip providing the first while his rock-hard and extremely thick cock had driven home the second. It had hurt, more than she had ever imagined it would. The whip he chose once the flogger warmed her up had bitten into her soft flesh but she was surprised at how arousal had stopped her from ending it, although eventually, she had screamed out her safe word, unable to take any more.
Hermione wondered for a moment where Lucius had gone. He had certainly been an integral part of her interlude with Draco and Pansy; apparently not eager to cede her completely to his son and his girlfriend, so she was surprised that he was no longer on the bed or staking any claim on her body.
With a little difficulty, Hermione turned her head to look at Severus, who was still sitting in exactly the same place he had been when she first joined Lucius, which seemed so long ago now. He was still holding his glass and his face wore a neutral expression that gave away nothing of what he was feeling.
As Hermione imagined what he could see, a sudden feeling of shame washed over her, making her cringe. She had no idea what had got into her to make her so wanton. She had completely forgotten about Severus in the orgy that had overwhelmed her mind, body and senses, giving no thought whatsoever to the lover she was cheating on, interested only in her own desires and pleasures.
Suddenly she felt ashamed and guilty, and she pulled away from Draco and Pansy to lie alone on the other side of the massive bed. She could feel tears threatening as she imagined what her companions must think of her, of how she had betrayed herself by acting the way she had — and with a bunch of Slytherins, of all people.
As she thought about it, her annoyance with Severus began to grow, too. He had happily handed her over to his friends and watched as they turned her into some sort of depraved slut. His betrayal was even worse than hers.
Lucius sat down beside Hermione and his hand stroked her cheek as he gazed at her tenderly, obviously picking up on her sudden distress and embarrassment.
‘What’s the matter, Hermione?’ he asked quietly, his voice as soothing as his hand.
‘I feel like some sort of slut for Slytherin,’ Hermione said disgustedly as the enormity of exactly what she had just done began to hit her and all the good feeling she’d had ebbed away.
‘Never that, love,’ Lucius crooned gently. He stroked her hair and smiled. ‘A Slytherin toy, maybe — after all, we’ve all very much enjoyed playing with you — but certainly not a slut. You are far too precious for that.’

The journey back to school was an uncomfortable one. Even though she’d had almost half a dozen wonderful orgasms over the course of the evening and had sex with three prominent, at least in her world, Slytherins, Hermione couldn’t help but be upset with Severus for his treatment of her.
At first, she ignored him, standing stiffly as he wrapped his arms around her to perform the Side-Along Apparition that would take them back to the school gates. Once there she sullenly followed him back into the castle. She was about to part from him to go to bed without saying a word when Snape grabbed her arm tightly.
‘My quarters. Now,’ he said quietly. His voice was like steel, his gaze cold.
With a huge sigh to show she was doing this under duress, Hermione let him lead her down towards the dungeons. Still prickling with indignation at what Severus had allowed Lucius, Draco and Pansy to do to her, conveniently forgetting her own agreement and enjoyment of their attentions, she scowled almost as fiercely as the snarky Potions Master as she entered his study.
Neither spoke as he un-warded the door to his private quarters and ushered her in, re-warding and casting a silencing spell behind them. Hermione looked towards Severus’ bedroom, still not speaking to him. Her mind was awash with thoughts and images of the evening just gone.
If only he had brought me back here like I wanted him to, she thought sadly. Things would have been okay then. At least—
Snape’s voice broke through her thoughts. ‘Perhaps you can explain to me, Hermione, why you’re treating me as though I’ve committed some heinous crime.’
Hermione glared at him for a moment. Didn’t he know what he had done?
‘Well?’ His voice was brusque.
‘You know very well what you’ve done, Severus,’ Hermione said unhappily, points of red rising on her cheeks as her anger grew. ‘You gave me to Lucius. And as if that wasn’t bad enough, you then gave me to Draco and Pansy — and you know how much they hate me.’
Snape looked at her coolly for a moment. ‘Do you honestly still believe they hate you after this evening?’ he mused. Then, ‘I don’t recall you complaining about the pleasure they gave you,’ he said evenly. ‘How many orgasms did you have tonight? And I didn’t do anything. It was entirely your decision to allow Lucius to play with you.’
Hermione’s face coloured more. Yes, it had been true she had agreed to Lucius, but Severus should have stopped her. She had been drugged or under the influence of the alcohol or something.
‘You should have stopped me, Severus,’ she said unhappily.
‘Why?’ Snape asked with interest. ‘You’re perfectly capable of making your own decisions, Hermione. I don’t own you.’
‘But you’re my—’ she broke off, thinking for a moment — ‘lover. Why would you want to see me with other people?’
Snape shrugged. ‘I was interested in exploring your boundaries,’ he said honestly. ‘And it was fascinating. You could have stopped at any time, Hermione. Everything you did was because of your own desire.’
‘I was drugged or something,’ Hermione said quickly. ‘I’m sure—’
Snape shook his head. ‘No, you weren’t. You were a little tipsy, maybe, and let the eroticism of the party get to you, but there was no coercion, my love. Everything you did was because you wanted it to happen.’
‘Not Draco and Pansy,’ she replied. ‘I was tied up, remember? I had no choice on that. And you didn’t stop them.’ She looked accusingly at Snape.
He gave a soft chuckle and moved closer to pull Hermione into his arms.
‘True,’ he admitted. ‘But then, you didn’t really want me to stop them, did you, Hermione? I mean, you owed Draco for what he had done to save you earlier in the evening, and as for Pansy . . . I mean, all you had to do was say the word and everything would have stopped.’
His lips touched hers lightly, a gentle kiss that Hermione tried unsuccessfully to ignore. But her anger at Severus was already diminishing as he held her, and reluctantly she had to admit he was right. She had felt she owed Draco a debt and his method of collection had not really been a surprise. Hadn’t he hinted as much earlier in the evening?
Pansy had been a surprise, but if Hermione was honest with herself she had enjoyed that encounter far more than she would ever have believed possible. But still, it rankled that Severus had so easily passed her over to the others as if she were some sort of toy. How could he profess to love her and yet do that so easily?
‘Didn’t you care that I was with them?’ Hermione asked, her voice quieter now.
‘To be honest, I actually found it rather interesting — and more than a little arousing.’ Snape was holding her tightly and Hermione could feel the truth of that statement pressed against her stomach. ‘You were magnificent to watch,’ he whispered, his lips finding hers again. His tongue slid into her mouth, capturing hers effortlessly as he guided her towards the bedroom. ‘It was fascinating to see how you reacted to stimulus from lovers other than me.’
His hands were unzipping Hermione’s dress, pulling the soft fabric from her as they continued to kiss. Even after everything she had done this evening, Hermione’s desire for Severus soared as she pulled at the buttons of his frock coat, needing him to be naked under her hands. She wanted to give him as much pleasure as she had already received. As she undid the buttons of his shirt his hands gently stroked her bottom.
‘You really enjoyed what Lucius did to you, didn’t you?’ he asked quietly.
Hermione considered for a moment. Had she enjoyed it? Certainly, to some extent she had; after all, she had come twice. She thought again of the feelings that had rushed through her as Lucius had thrashed her — not the earlier strokes on her bottom, that was little more than the spanking that Severus regularly administered, but when he had whipped her back . . . the pain had been exquisite and almost unbearable and had made her so wet that Lucius had little trouble giving her the first orgasm of the evening. Yes, she had enjoyed it, but . . . there was something about it that troubled her; the fact that she had enjoyed it so much, or maybe it was the fact that it was Lucius who was doing it to her.
‘I’m not sure,’ she replied with a frown. ‘I mean, I did, but . . . .’
Hermione’s hands were on Snape’s trousers now, undoing the buttons as she raced to free his straining erection. Replaying her encounter with Lucius had left her horny again and she needed Severus to fulfil her need.
‘I know you did, love. I could see it,’ Snape whispered as he pushed her down beneath him on the bed. ‘Perhaps I should get some of those toys,’ he added seductively in her ear.
Hermione shivered. The idea of Severus doing what Lucius had done to her was delicious — and strange. It would be a completely different experience to that which she had shared with Lucius. The two men had completely different styles and she felt differently about both of them. Truthfully she wasn’t sure she wanted her relationship with Severus to go that way. She enjoyed their spanking sessions, but would that change if he explored his more sadistic side with her more fully?
‘Although I prefer spanking you,’ he said suddenly as if reading her thoughts. ‘The pleasure of seeing those beautiful rosy cheeks after I’ve administered the punishment is intensely arousing. I’m not sure I’d want to lose that.’
‘I love you spanking me,’ Hermione replied honestly. ‘But now I just want you to fuck me really hard, please, Severus.’
Snape gave a wicked grin. ‘Anything you desire, my lady.’ His voice was rich and dark, like molten chocolate.

Pansy had been the real surprise.
Since Severus and Hermione had returned to school after the party, Pansy had, like Draco, been less openly hostile towards Hermione, but she found it unnerving that the other girl seemed to watch her as intently as Draco and Severus did. At times the realisation that she was the object of affection of four such strong Slytherins aroused her intensely; at others, it completely overwhelmed her.
She was a rollercoaster of emotions. Trying to deal with what Severus had allowed to happen and what Lucius had done to her, coming to terms with her desire for Draco, and working out what had happened with Pansy were bringing her to the edge of instability. She often found herself shaking uncontrollably or on the verge of tears.
Although Hermione hadn’t completely forgiven Severus for what he had done, on some level she understood his motivation. Draco she knew, although she hated to admit it was pure lust. The boy was undoubtedly beautiful and his desire for her made her own arousal flare in response, however hard she tried not to let it. Lucius, she tried not to think about at all, as that opened up a whole new can of worms that at the moment she had no desire to examine. But Pansy . . . Pansy was something else again.
Hermione spent a lot of time trying to avoid being anywhere near Pansy for several weeks after the party, unwilling to process her feelings towards the dark-haired Slytherin girl. However, when Hermione eventually did encounter her, alone in a corridor on the second floor as she was making her way to Ancient Runes, she was surprised at the shiver that ran through her body at Pansy’s approach.
‘Hermione.’ Pansy’s voice was soft and seductive as she said Hermione’s name, acknowledging her with a small nod.
‘Pansy,’ Hermione replied somewhat tensely, feeling her mouth go dry and her hands get clammy. Shit. What was the matter with her? Surely Pansy Parkinson didn’t really turn her on.
Pansy smiled the lazy, self-satisfied smirk that she and Draco had both been wearing almost constantly since the party and stepped closer to Hermione, seeming to know the reaction she was causing.
‘I was hoping to run into you,’ she continued, speaking softly as she stood close enough to Hermione to whisper in her ear. Her hand found Hermione’s bare arm and her fingers brushed it gently.
Immediately, goosebumps covered Hermione’s body and she had to bite her lip to stop a small moan of desire escaping. Oh, fuck, she really was reacting to the girl.
‘I was hoping we could get together again,’ Pansy continued smoothly as if she wasn’t aware of the reaction she was causing in Hermione. ‘I so much want to make love to you without an audience to make you self-conscious.’
She looked deep into Hermione’s eyes, her dark brown ones capturing Hermione’s and holding them. Hermione jumped as Pansy’s hand gently brushed her face.
‘We could have so much pleasure, you and me; if you would just give us a chance,’ Pansy whispered. ‘So much.’
Pansy’s thumb ran over Hermione’s lips and suddenly Hermione felt her mouth water, the nervous dryness gone in a second. A moment later Pansy’s lips were on hers, soft and yielding as she opened for Hermione, who slid her tongue inside, searching for and locating Pansy’s.
The two girls pulled closer together, tiny whimpers of pleasure escaping both of them as their arms wrapped around each other and held tight. Their surprise was evident on both their faces as they finally parted. Neither had realised quite how strong their desire was.
‘Meet me tonight?’ Pansy asked. She was no longer cocky, instead, both anxious and hopeful.
Hermione swallowed hard. She couldn’t trust herself to speak but nodded her agreement. Pansy pulled her into her arms once more for another deep kiss.
‘Where?’ Hermione managed, trying to fight the desire to keep kissing Pansy.
‘I know a place,’ Pansy said, blushing slightly. ‘Meet me here at eight o’clock.’
‘I’ll see you tonight, then,’ Hermione said, planting another kiss on Pansy’s beautiful soft lips.
Then, before things could get any more out of control, the girls parted, each rushing to get to her class.

How Hermione had made it through that day she had no idea. Ancient Runes was the usual intense work, which allowed her to push Pansy and what they had just done out of her mind temporarily, but as the day progressed Hermione found herself hoping she would run into Pansy again just so she could see her, even if only for a moment.
Her mind wandered, caught between imagining what she and Pansy would do, remembering the previous occasion when they had been together, and wondering whether she should tell Severus, knowing she had to talk to him anyway, to warn him that she wouldn’t be able to meet him that night, and he would be sure to ask why.
She was so swept away by her thoughts that both Ron and Harry took the piss out of her for not being with it, wondering loudly what was distracting her so much.
At lunchtime she looked at the Slytherin table, eager to catch a glimpse of Pansy. The girl was there but seemed to be engrossed in conversation with Draco and his cronies, completely ignoring Hermione. For a moment Hermione felt hurt and a tinge of jealousy that Pansy would prefer to talk to her friends rather than look at over at the Gryffindor table to find her. Then sanity returned and she remembered that she and Pansy weren’t friends . . . and they certainly weren’t a couple.
‘What are you looking at?’ Ron asked as she glanced at the Slytherin table for at least the tenth time since they had sat down.
‘Just wondering what that lot are up to,’ Hermione replied as casually as she could. ‘Do you think they’re planning something?’
Ron laughed a little condescendingly. ‘No, I think they’re just talking.’ He looked at his friend. ‘I don’t know what’s the matter with you recently, Hermione. You seem to be letting them get to you.’
‘Are they picking on you again?’ Harry asked worriedly.
Hermione almost laughed. Yes, she thought. They most definitely are picking on me, but not in the way you guys think.
She shook her head. ‘I dunno what it is,’ she said. ‘But I can assure you they’re not getting to me, and they’re not picking on me any more than usual.’ Hermione smiled at her friends. ‘In fact, if anything they’ve been a bit nicer than before. Perhaps that’s what’s freaking me out a bit.’
Ron scowled. ‘Perhaps Malfoy fancies you.’
Hermione laughed. ‘Oh, don’t be silly, Ronald. Draco Malfoy, the self-crowned Prince of Slytherin, fancying a Muggle-born. I don’t see it, do you?’
Harry shook his head, agreeing with Hermione, but Ron looked flushed and angry.
‘Well, I don’t think it’s so funny. I’ve seen the way he looks at you sometimes. I bet if he thought he stood a chance he’d be all over you.’
Hermione looked intently at Ron. ‘Please don’t worry, Ron,’ she said, and kissed the boy on the cheek consolingly, smiling with pleasure as she realised that Draco and Pansy had both stopped their conversation to look over at her. ‘I’ll be fine, really.’
The three Gryffindors stood, ready to head for their next lesson, Potions.
‘Are you coming, Neville?’ Hermione asked.
Neville nodded and, grabbing his bag, joined the trio as they left the Great Hall. Just behind them Pansy and Draco followed, carefully watching Hermione as she walked down the hall chatting to her friends.

Hermione was nervous. She still wasn’t sure why she had reacted so strongly to Pansy earlier and she hated not being in control.
Not true, the little voice in her mind said. You were more than happy to relinquish control to all of them, especially to Lucius. But this was different. What she wasn’t in control of here was her feelings. And that scared her.
She still wasn’t sure why her body reacted to Pansy; never would she have previously considered being with a girl. But somehow, since the party, the thoughts had been running through her mind. She wasn’t sure if what they had done was a first for Pansy, too. She assumed not as the girl had been confident and seemed to know exactly what she was doing. But of course she was a Slytherin, and they bluffed their way through stuff all the time.
Hermione rounded the corner into the corridor, half scared that Pansy wouldn’t be there, half terrified that she would. The brunette was indeed waiting for her. When she saw Hermione approach the anxiousness disappeared from her own face and turned into a brilliant smile.
‘You came,’ she said excitedly, taking Hermione’s hand. ‘I wasn’t sure if you would.’ She smiled again but this time her nervousness showed.
‘How could I not?’ Hermione said simply, squeezing Pansy’s hand.
Lips touched as they kissed, gently at first and then exploring deeper.
‘Come with me,’ Pansy whispered once they had finished kissing.
She led Hermione down the corridor and into one of the little-used passageways Hermione had never been down. She hoped Ron and Harry wouldn’t have a need to look at the Marauder’s Map or they would wonder what the hell she was doing. A few minutes later found them outside a room that Hermione suspected was somewhere near the Slytherin common room.
Almost immediately upon entering she and Pansy were on each other again, kissing deeply as they removed each other’s clothes. They didn’t speak, but then they didn’t need to. The lust they had for each other shone clear and bright, obvious in the erect nipples that both girls were soon playing with.
‘I wasn’t sure you would want to continue with me,’ Pansy told Hermione honestly. ‘Not when you have the others.’
Hermione gave a loud moan of pleasure as Pansy’s tongue sought out her clit, the soft appendage licking gently and almost teasingly around the stiffening bud.
‘Ooooh, that feels so good,’ Hermione told her breathlessly. ‘How could I not want that when it feels so fantastic? Oh, god, I love your tongue, Pansy.’
Pansy stopped what she was doing and sat up and stared at Hermione, who was amazed to see that she was blushing at her comment. Hermione sat up, too, looking worriedly at the Slytherin girl as she asked, ‘Did I say something wrong?’
‘I thought you were only humouring me,’ Pansy admitted quietly. ‘I saw how much pleasure you got from Draco and his father and I know what I did made you embarrassed and self-conscious. I really enjoyed it, but I didn’t dare to hope that you did, too.’
Hermione reached out to stroke Pansy’s face. ‘I’m sorry it was all one-way at the party. It was a little difficult as there was a lot going on . . . and because I was tied up and couldn’t move, of course. I loved what you did to me, Pansy, honestly I did. You made me come harder than Draco or Lucius . . . you made me cry because it felt so wonderful. I just hope I can give you some of the enjoyment you gave me.’
Pansy looked surprised. ‘You don’t need to do anything to me. I just wanted you to be somewhere you would feel less under scrutiny, so I could show you that it can be just as good as with a man. I don’t expect you to—’
Hermione cut her off with a kiss, her hand moving down Pansy’s flat stomach and further, fingers finding and stroking her clit.
‘This is definitely not one-sided,’ she whispered once the kiss concluded. She pushed Pansy onto her back and her mouth dropped little pecking kisses over the girl’s small breast, her tongue licking around the puffy nipple.
‘Oh, Hermione,’ Pansy sighed happily as she closed her eyes, submitting herself to whatever was to follow.
Hermione sucked on the stiffened bud, biting it gently as her fingers explored the area between Pansy’s legs. With her thumb rubbing Pansy’s clit, Hermione slid two fingers inside her slick, damp channel. The dark-haired girl moaned loudly and writhed on the fingers. Hermione pushed them deeper, interested in the feeling of Pansy’s muscles gripping and squeezing them.
She released the nipple she had been sucking, and using her tongue she worked her way down over Pansy’s stomach, then further, smelling before she tasted the muskiness of Pansy’s arousal. She flicked her tongue over Pansy’s clit, licking around it as Pansy squealed again.
Hermione withdrew her fingers and spread Pansy’s legs wide as she moved in to lick her slit. She was amazed to find her heart beating faster as she continued to lap at the soft skin, enjoying both the feel and taste of the Slytherin girl more than she had ever expected to.
Now all that mattered was making Pansy come, and Hermione was willing to do anything and everything to make that happen. Her mouth explored the soft folds further, licking and sucking as her fingers rubbed Pansy’s clit and groped once more for her breasts and those now rock-hard nipples.
Pansy cried out for the third time; her hand settled on Hermione’s head, pushing her where she needed her to go and holding her in place as Pansy ground herself against Hermione’s face.
‘Oh fuck . . . oh fuck,’ Pansy kept saying over and over again in a small, breathless whisper.
Hermione plunged her fingers back into Pansy’s sodden vulva, twisting them as she pushed them as deep as she could get. Pansy moved around on them, her cries coming thick and fast as her climax hit, leaving Hermione astonished and impressed as her face was covered in the flood.
Almost instantly, although Hermione tried to stop her, Pansy pulled away to work on Hermione in return; needing to repay the pleasure she had just experienced. Her tongue went to work, providing its usual magic. Hermione lay back and gave herself over completely to the feelings Pansy was arousing her, and she made no effort to keep quiet as she screamed out her joy.
By the time she came she was calling Pansy’s name over and over again, and as had happened the previous time she ended up in tears, overwhelmed by the feelings that flooded her body when her climax erupted.
They lay in each other’s arms, touching and kissing for what seemed like an eternity. For a long time neither of them spoke as they had no need, their repeatedly touching lips saying everything. But as the end of the evening approached, Hermione decided to raise the question she had wondered about since the first time Pansy had gone down on her.
‘I thought you were Draco’s girlfriend. I didn’t know you were into women as well. Is that a long term thing, or—’ She broke off, realising that it sounded more than a little narcissistic to suggest that what Pansy had done with her was the first time as if she was some irresistible creature that no one, male or female, could resist.
‘There was a Slytherin girl in the year above me,’ Pansy said quietly. ‘She knew I fancied Draco — I mean, everyone knew that — but when he was being a real bastard to me she always used to look after me. She used to tell me not to let him walk all over me. Then one day we were alone in the dormitory and she kissed me. It was weird because it didn’t feel anything like when Draco did it; but it felt really good, if you know what I mean, so I didn’t stop her. It went on from there, really.’
‘You must have been annoyed with me at the party,’ Hermione said. ‘With what Draco did and everything. He is your boyfriend, after all.’
Pansy shrugged. ‘Draco and I aren’t really a couple, not properly. Trying to get Draco to stay faithful is an impossible task, and you saw what Lucius’ parties are like, everyone has a go at everyone else. I knew he’d be all over you if he got the chance. I’m just surprised he hasn’t told your friends all about it. I’m sure he’d love to have that one over on them.’
‘I expect Severus had a word with him,’ Hermione said. ‘He couldn’t really say anything without giving away everything else, and Severus would not be happy if Draco told them about our relationship.’
‘What exactly is your relationship with Snape?’ Pansy asked interestedly. ‘I mean, you’re obviously fucking him, but is it just a thing or something more serious?’
Hermione looked at Pansy intently for a moment. ‘I don’t know,’ she admitted quietly. ‘I’m in love with Severus but I don’t know what it is for him . . . and to be honest, since Lucius’ party I’ve got even less idea. I thought he loved me, too, but he won’t even discuss the possibility of marriage — and I still find it a little difficult to understand why he was happy for me to do those things that happened at the party, or why he doesn’t seem to care if I go off with you or Draco.’
Pansy shrugged. ‘It’s just a part of his culture I think. You’ve seen the way Lucius and his friends act. Snape’s part of that and it drives the way he thinks. I imagine he sees no problem with what happened to you as long as you were happy and agreed to it happening.’ She frowned. ‘You were happy, weren’t you? I mean, you weren’t forced into anything? I didn’t think about it before, but you being tied up and everything . . . .’
‘Oh, no, that was my choice,’ Hermione replied hurriedly. ‘I agreed to that. The only thing I wasn’t really happy about was you and Draco turning up while I was still tied up. I know I owed Draco and it was obviously assumed by everyone else that sex would be the payment, but stuck there as I was I didn’t actually get any choice in the matter.’
‘Or with me, either,’ Pansy said quietly.
Hermione grabbed her hand and squeezed it gently. ‘I had no problem with you, Pansy. If I had wanted you to stop I would have said so, and Severus, if no one else, would have made sure it happened. I can’t even really complain about Draco under the circumstances. I mean, I enjoyed it much more than I would have thought; I just wish I hadn’t been tied up at the time so I could dictate the speed of the encounter . . . and I really wish I knew where things stood with Severus.’
‘Perhaps you should just ask him,’ Pansy suggested.
Hermione sighed. ‘I have done, time and again, but all he keeps telling me is that we shouldn’t rush into any decisions about anything . . . that we have plenty of time. He seems to be convinced that once I leave school I won’t want to be with him any longer, but nothing could be further from the truth. For the first time in my life, I’ve actually been dreading the exams coming up because once we’ve taken them school will be over, and if he hasn’t asked me to marry him by then I have absolutely no idea what I’m going to do.’
‘You really do love him, don’t you?’ Pansy said sympathetically.
Hermione nodded. ‘More than anything in the world. But I just don’t know how to convince Severus of that.’
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