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Is This What Love Is?	By : Earthgoddess Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 55120 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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It had taken Hermione three hours to get ready for that nights dinner. Most of the time had been spent relaxing in the bath and trying to push down her feelings on what was going to happen to her. Standing in front of the floor length mirror in the bedroom, she would watch as Dorny finished straightening her wavy brown tresses. Her body was incased in a modified Hogwarts school uniform. The colors were the traditional Gryffindor colors but the skirt was only mid-thigh, the white shirt was sheer and showed the black lace bra that she’d put on. The stockings she wore beneath the skirt were black fish-nets and finally a pair of black, over the knee, black suede leather, five-inch stiletto heels, were on her feet. The Malfoy’s had left the vest and cloak off so her entire body would be visible, including the heavy silver chains that completed the outfit. Diamond cuffs were on her wrists, chains connecting them to the massive chain that wrapped twice around her and hung low on her hips. Another chain ran up her body to connect to the diamond incrusted dog collar around her neck. The Malfoy’s wanted to remind her of her status within this new world.

Hermione’s eyes were outlined y the black eyeliner that was on her upper lid and the waterline of her lower lid, her lashes were elongated by the mascara that she wore. Her lips were coated in a blood red lip stain, cheeks lightly blushed. Swallowing roughly Hermione would step away from Dorny, the heels clicking on the stone. “It’s good enough Dorny, I can’t keep them waiting any longer.”

Voldemort hadn’t come back so she would make her way, alone, to the Great Hall. Upon entering, she’d push her shoulders back and let her hazel orbs look around the room. All eyes were on her as she’d look up to the dais, noticing Lord Voldemort, a newer woman playing maid to him. The new woman was everything Hermione wasn’t: Tall, leggy, blond hair, blue yes, and an almost anorexic skinniness.

When Voldemort noticed Hermione was looking at him, his arm snaked out and grabbed hold of the blonde’s waist, pulling the new witch into his lap. He didn’t even know the witch’s name, but she was everything Hermione wasn’t and that’s what he wanted. The only thing the woman was wearing was a thin gold chain around her waist connected to the one around her neck by another gold chain, and his pale hands upon her breasts.

Tears sprang to Hermione’s eyes at Voldemort’s actions. She knew she shouldn’t feel anything for such an evil man but she couldn’t help how she felt. AS she walked down the stairs her foot got caught on one of the steps and she tripped and fell. Closing her eyes, she braced herself to hit the floor but when she didn’t, she opened her eyes wide and looked into the cold gray-blue eyes of Draco Malfoy. He was still as handsome as he was when she last saw him all those months ago.

**Authors Note: I LOVE LAURELL K. HAMILTON SO I’M SNEAKING INTO JEAN-CLAUDE’S CLOSET AND BORROWING SOME OF HIS CLOTHING :D**

“Good thing I was by the stairs.” Draco would say, a wicked smirk on is lips. His platinum blond hair was longer, down to his mid-back, braided though some strands framed his face. He was a few inches taller than when she last saw him and his body had more muscle, muscle which was shown to best advantage by the white, button-up dress shirt that hugged his body. A pair of black leather pants clung to his lower body. They were tight enough that she knew that he wore nothing beneath them. A pair of black suede boots were on his feet, crawling up his body like a second skin ending at mid-thigh.

“Yeah, good thing.” Hermione would whisper as Draco lowered her to the ground. He was still taller than her, even in the five-inch heels. Licking her lips, Hermione’s hazel hues turned towards Voldemort before turning back to Draco. “I believe you and your father both want me tonight.” She’d state, swallowing roughly. She’d quickly plaster a smile on her face, trying not to show her fear of knowing that Remus was going to be taking her later on that night. Her hands, though bound, would move up and down Draco’s chest, her fingers playing along his jaw and then to the back of his neck.

“That’s right. Your Master has given us both permission. You belong to us for a few hours but when the moon is high in the sky, Remus get’s you, in all his Lycanthropic glory.” Draco said with a wicked smirk, one hand playing along her hip, the other caressing the outside of her left breast. “He said we could take you whenever, wherever, and however we wanted. Doesn’t that scare you?”

Being taken however, whenever, wherever, by Draco and Lucious did not scare her. What did scare her was being taken by Remus in his wolf form. He could infect her and she didn’t want to go furry once a month. “ You and your father do not scare me… but Remus, yes he does.” She’d whisper.

“Too bad little mudblood. Voldemort wishes it and it shall be done.” The elder Malfoy said as he walked up to Hermione and his only son. His hair was like his sons, but longer and there was no single hair out of place. He was dressed in a simple suit with an emerald dress shirt and black, highly shined dress shoes. His cane was in his left hand and his right hand would move up to grasp those straightened locks, pulling the young woman’s head back, smirking with delight at the gasp of pain from the young woman.

Hermione shivered as Lucious’s hand tangled in her locks and pulled her head back. ”Lucious, please.” She’d whisper as her hands moved to hold onto the elder Malfoy’s wrist. Swallowing roughly, Hermione would look up into Lucious’s hard blue-gray eyes, the ones that matched Draco’s so perfectly and couldn’t help but fall in love with him just a little bit. Her body shook as she felt Lucious’s cane run along her fish-net covered thigh.

“You will do as we say for you are ours till the moon is high.” Lucious whispered into Hermione’s ear as he pressed his body against her back. “You will love everything we do to you. Promise.”

With those last words Lucious, still holding Hermione’s hair, led her to their seats. He pushed Hermione to her knees between his and his son’s seats. “Now be a good girl and you won’t get hurt too bad.” He said with a wicked smirk on his lips. Sitting down, he pulled his chair forward, making Hermione back up a few feet.

Sitting beneath the large banquet table, Hermione would look at the long legs of the Malfoy men and leaned forwards, into both men’s legs, running her hands up along his legs. She knew what both men wanted, but she was not certain how she would be able to do both of them at the same time. Her eyes noticed Draco’s hand as it came down, unzipped his pants, and pulled his hardening cock out. When his hand moved to her cheek, she moved her head towards his length, her tongue darting out to lick at that length of his.

Draco’s blue-gray eyes shimmered as he felt Hermione’s mouth wrap around his cock and began to suckle upon him, making him moan with the pleasure he felt. His left hand stroked through her hair while his right fed himself. He had always wanted this little mudblood’s mouth around his cock and now that he did, he couldn’t help thrusting his hips upwards, shoving his cock deep into Hermione’s throat. His hand would keep her head forced down onto him, making her gag upon his cock.

“Do not choke her too much Draco. Even if she does pass out it’s no fun if she doesn’t respond to us.” Lucious would say, his own hand releasing Draco’s grasp on Hermione’s head and then pulling the gasping woman to her feet. “Straddle me Hermione.” He would say as he unzipped his pants and pulled out his massive member. He had denied the woman any panties so as she lowered herself down, he guided himself into her waiting pussy.

Hermione knew he had pulled himself out but she hadn’t been sure he would enter her, so when he did, a gasp escaped her lips and her eyes closed. “Oh God!” She’d whimper, her hands moving to grasp hold of the dining table. He was thicker than bill but not as long or as thick as Graybeck.

“So tight.” Lucious groaned, his head tilting back as his hands moved to grasp Hermione’s hips. He couldn’t help but thrust up into her, making her take every single inch of his 7 inch cock. “So good.” His hands would hold tight to Hermione’s hips as he began to thrust up into her, making her bounce up and down on his cock.

Draco’s eyes shimmered with the pleasure that he had been feeling from Hermione’s lips and was a little pissed off when his father had taken Hermione away from him. Taking a deep breath, he pushed his chair back and stood beside Hermione. His hand reached out and grasped Hermione’s hair, pulling her head back to his 8 inch cock. “Suck it bitch!” he’d growl, slapping Hermione’s jaw with his cock.

Hermione’s eyes had been closed as she bounced on Lucious’s cock, pleasure filling every inch of her body. When Draco’s cock smacked against her cheek, she’d part her lips and wrapped them around his cock, sucking upon him. She knew all eyes were on her, but she did not care. While in the bath she had built a place within her to hide the old sad Hermione, a slutty, uncaring Hermione taking her place. She knew Voldemort was looking at her and that hidden Hermione’s heart was breaking but Slut Hermione relished all the eyes upon her.

Draco’s hand was tangled in her hair, his hips bucking as he fucked her mouth. Lucious was thrusting up into her, hands moving to rip the blouse open, pull the bra down, and then finally grasp and massage her heavy breasts. Both men were moaning and groaning, enjoying themselves. Neither of them noticed that Hermione was also moaning, her eyes closed as she felt every single thrust from the both of them. It wasn’t until her body began twitching and shaking that they knew she was enjoying herself and because of that they moved their hips faster, their own climaxes washing over them just as Hermione’s slammed into her, making her walls spasm around Lucious’s cock, milking him of every drop while her mouth descended hard onto Draco’s cock, gagging on him though swallowing each and every drop that he released into her throat.

Draco pulled away, adjusted himself, and sat down, a smile on his lips, his eyes languid and sleepy looking. He could not care too much about Hermione because he was ravenous and would tuck into his dinner with a voracious appetite. His blue-gray eyes would stray every once in a while to Hermione, ideas about how to fuck her next running through his mind.

Lucious was thankful he was sitting down because he knew his legs would not have held him up. His forehead pressed against Hermione’s back, sweat on his brow, was making a stain against her sheer blouse. Licking his lips he would push his chair out from the table, giving himself enough room to dump Hermione unceremoniously onto the floor. A smirk was on his lips as he looked down at the limp and lifeless witch at his feet. She would’ve looked like an angel except for the fact that her skirt was pooled up above her hips, his cum dribbling from her pussy, Draco’s, whatever she didn’t swallow, dribbling from her lips. “Delicious.” He would say before scooting back up so he could enjoy his own dinner.

Hermione lay where she was dumped upon the cold stone floor. She was still feeling the after effects of her orgasm and didn’t feel like moving but had to when Lucious pulled his chair back up to the table. She lay curled on her side between both Malfoy’s chairs, her long hair pulled around her body. Because of the men’s actions she knew there would be more propositions brought to Lord Voldemort and she didn’t know how many he would make her take every night into her bed.

The Malfoy men were not done with her and once the dinner was over Draco would pick her up and carry her into the center of the Great Hall, his heels clicking upon the stone floor as he moved.

The tables, with a wave of Lord Voldemort’s hand, were pushed to the side and multi-level platforms would rise from the floor in a circle, chairs appearing on them. Every witch and wizard who would stay would settle themselves down in a chair as Hermione was placed upon the cold stone floor in the center of the platforms.

Hermione had eaten whatever food the Malfoy’s had given her, but she was still a little tired from their earlier entertainment. AS she was placed in the center of the platforms her eyes would look around and she would slowly sit up. She wondered what they had planned for her now.

Draco stood in front of Hermione and began to disrobe, but with a word from Voldemort he would stop. He didn’t want to stop but he knew if he did not he would be punished. “My Lord, what do you wish of me?” He would ask, bowing low to Lord Voldemort.

“Remove her cha ins. I do believe Remus is ready for his turn.” Voldemort would say from his position in the front row. His gray eyes were cold as he stared at Hermione’s prone figure. He had been turned on by Hermione’s actions with the Malfoy’s and knew the other men were as well. ‘Once unchained, remove your clothing Miss Granger.”

Draco gave a brief nod before doing as Voldemort said, Hermione following suit after being unchained. Within moments she was naked, her pale skin glowing in the light of the candles that floated around the room. Her rose colored nipples hardened as they were exposed to the cold air.

“Bring in Remus.” Voldemort said to no one in particular, but knew his words would be followed.

***Author’s Note: I’m taking some freedom with Remus’s lycan form. I didn’t like how the movies died it and I couldn’t find the third book so please bare with me. ::Bows out and continues with the story:: ***

A man Hermione had never seen before walked into the room moments later. A long silver chain was in his hands and he would be struggling with a very powerful and muscle bound lycan. The man’s muscles ripped as he attempted to control the lycan at the other end of the chain. The man had shaggy brown hair and was missing his left eye but his right was a breath taking blue. He was taller than Voldemort and that was no mean feat.

The lycan on the chain had gray hair with streaks of black, white, and brown giving highlights and lowlights to the lycans fur. His ears would’ve been pointed except that both tips had been clipped. Its muzzle was long and parted, baring sharp teeth to every witch and wizard. The muscles beneath the fluffy fur bunched and relaxed with each move he took. It’s eyes were a deep amber that bled to a beautiful gold brown. It’s paws, from what Hermione could guess, were as large as her face and the claws, she figured, would be sharp enough to rip her to shreds if it wasn’t controlled.
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