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59—Chorus
“You are shining some glory on me.”—Liz Phair
(Draco) 
Hermione covered him the way the night sky blanketed the earth, sheltering him in her all-encompassing warmth. Straddling his hips, she pressed her breasts to his chest so tightly his heart gasped for air; but Draco had no intention of moving. He’d happily remain booby trapped for all eternity.
Smoothing his hands up and down her back, he encouraged her to relax for Snape, who stood at the foot of the bed massaging her upraised arse with oil. Draco kept his knees spread so Severus could get close enough to reach, and the suggestive nature of their arrangement wasn’t lost on him. His thighs pulsated with the urge to snake around those slim hips and drag the Potions master atop them. 
But he knew better.
If Snape’s cock so much as tapped his own, Draco would be creaming them both like a firehose.
Merlin’s balls, when had he become such a sexual lightweight? Even at sixteen he’d had more self-control. At least then he’d been able to kiss someone without leaking all over his damn shorts. Now if Severus or Hermione even looked at him the right way, he’d practically jizz himself just thinking about what might happen.
That wasn’t normal, was it? Shouldn’t his cock be getting calmer? Shouldn’t his hormones be settling down? He was almost thirty for Salazar’s sake.
Or had his younger self only had such superb self-control because teen Draco didn’t know what he was missing? Sneaking out of the dorms for some action had seemed exciting at the time, but making love to Hermione was something else entirely. Something spiritual. Her kisses were his communion. Her pussy held all the mysteries of the universe. And her breasts housed a love so divine, he often lost himself in their worship. She was the closest thing to holy he’d ever known.
Whether Snape was also a religious experience remained to be seen—they hadn’t gotten that far—but kissing him was rapturous. Where Hermione melted Draco with passion, Severus was more like a churning whirlpool of excitement that whipped his insides to a buttery flurry. And that was just with a peck on the lips.
Well . . . maybe those goodnight kisses were more than a peck. They certainly felt like more. But they weren’t what Draco would call goodnight snogs. There was no tongue involved, and they were surprisingly gentle for such a severe man. 
Snape was sort of a kissing contradiction. 
He came across as all dark and dangerous, a seething sea of sexual power, but then, as soon as their lips touched, all the harshness disappeared, and Draco found himself sinking into an unexpected softness. Snape's power and force were still palpable, but they weren’t wielded with the usual dominance; they found their way into his restraint and tenderness and, so, wound up coming across as care rather than demand.
Their goodnight kisses were more like a conversation of lips, and Draco used those conversations to express all the things he couldn’t say out loud. An ocean of words waited on the tip of his tongue, but words seemed inadequate in the presence of such intimacy.
Severus had let down his guard and offered him a taste of the Snape so few knew; Draco wouldn’t insult him by calling that to attention with an embarrassing conversation. 
Besides, his own kisses made his sentiments abundantly clear.
At least he hoped they did.
“Are you ready for the nozzle, baby?” Snape’s low voice could barely be heard over her eager mewls.
“Yeeeeeeeesssss.”
Draco smoothed his hands down her back, all the way to her bum and firmly gripped her soft flesh. In a fit of bliss, she bucked against him, viciously grinding against his cock, and Draco couldn’t decide whether to laugh or join in and just fuck the hell out of her. Playing it safe, he erred on the side of mirth and flashed Snape a knowing smile as he spread her cheeks. Wet enough for ya?
Severus smirked and bowed his head in thanks. ‘Ready?’ he mouthed.
Nodding, Draco pressed his lips to her ear and whispered, “Slow down, love. Snape can’t hit a moving target. You want him to clean you out, don’t you?”
“Uuuunngh!” Her hips jerked hard, causing his erection to pop backwards and sluice through her crevice.
His knob battled Snape for access to her arse, but Severus continued to lube her with cool precision—he simply included Draco in the preliminaries.
As soon as Draco felt those fingers dancing over his frenulum, his bollocks shot into orbit. Snapping his hips away, he growled in warning, but Severus just smiled and went on as if he hadn’t heard anything.
Damn you, Snape! You know that’s not part of the plan. Premature ejaculation served no one’s interests. Stick to the goddamned script!
Lucius appeared behind Severus, holding out one of the larger enema nozzles for him to take. It shone in the lamplight, black as midnight but glistening like honey, and when Severus touched it to her backdoor, she began to tremble, as if the pressure alone had pushed her to the brink of climax.
Draco held her tighter, attempting to keep her immobile so Severus could work. But she was having none of that—and Draco was no match for her overdeveloped humping muscles. After ten seconds of her squirming and moaning, Severus must have succeeded in his quest, because she shuddered and her pelvic motor slowed to a sinuous idle.
“There you go,” Severus murmured. “Now we’ll just let that do its job. I’ll be right here if you get a cramp. We’ll take this as slowly as you like.”
She made a sound that might have been part happy growl and part huff of disbelief. Apparently “slow” wasn’t to her liking.
Draco agreed.
Trailing his left hand down to her tubing tail, he nudged it deeper with the tips of his fingers, which earned him a contented wiggle. He teased her sphincter with a gentle in and out—just a few millimeters of movement—and Snape waved his hand to indicate it was safe to do it a bit harder, but Draco didn’t think that was necessary. Sometimes a gentle wave was enough to carry a person to the shores of paradise.
“Do you like that, love?” Draco breathed against her ear. “Do you want more? Something bigger perhaps?”
“Yessss,” she groaned. “Please fuck me, Draco. I’ve been so empty without you.” Not waiting for an answer, she wedged a hand between them and grabbed hold of his dick.
Draco wanted to stop her, afraid he wouldn’t last, but his body refused to block her advances. Over her shoulder, he saw Severus tip his head to one side, an inquisitive quirk to his brow. Lucius took advantage of the opening and latched on to his neck, teeth flashing like a vampire. His arms snaked around Snape’s waist to pull him closer, and Severus raised one arm over his head in a lazy stroke of encouragement.
Draco’s eyes followed the movement of Snape’s fingers through Lucius’s hair. Would Severus stroke him that way if they became lovers? Or would they develop their own unique style?
Hermione slotted Draco into her dewy hollow, and the searing heat of her arousal drew a hiss of shock to his lips. Yanking his cock out of her fire, he stared up at her in reproachful disbelief. “Fucking hell, love! Not so fast! You can’t just plunge a wizard into that scalding cauldron; you’ve got to ease him into it.”
“Did you just call my pussy a cauldron?” she laughed. “I’m not nearly that spacious, am I?”
Snickering, he shook his head. “No. Not unless cauldrons have gotten considerably more compact in recent years. I just meant you’re about to singe off all my skin.”
“I want you inside me while I’m full of water.”
“That sounds lovely, but I prefer not to limp away from the encounter with third degree burns.”
Hermione smiled and snuggled him back into place. “How long does it take a cock to acclimate to its surroundings?” Flexing her inner muscles, she gave his knob a satin kiss of courage.
“Mmmmm,” he grunted. “You ask a compelling question. And you ask it so persuasively. I’m inclined to volunteer myself for testing.” 
Bracing himself for utter destruction, Draco slipped into her molten channel, gritting his teeth as a wreath of wet fire engulfed his manhood. Flames of silken passion licked at his groin and dripped down his bollocks like molten candle wax. Flowing. Wet. So so so fucking wet. The nozzle hadn’t come loose, had it? Nope. That was all her.
Severus dropped one hand to her rump and eased the nozzle deeper. Hermione moaned, her knees flexing into Draco’s hips, and her walls clutched at his length, causing the edges of his vision to sparkle with black glitter.
Amidst the dizzying waves of disorientation, Snape brushed his fingers, urging him to hold in the nozzle for her, and Draco nodded in understanding. I know; I’ve got it . . . but you can keep touching me if you like. 
Severus must have seen something in Draco’s expression, because he paused and gave him a look—a look Draco knew well. Desire burned in those onyx eyes. Restrained desire. Waiting.
Draco wasn’t sure what the hell Snape was waiting for, and he made his impatience clear with a look of his own.
Smiling, Severus inclined his head ever so slightly, as if accepting the invitation, but then he abruptly turned away. Into Lucius. They began to snog with such brutal passion, Draco froze, startled by the aggressiveness. He knew without being told that it was a warning. Severus was an experienced wizard with a serious dark streak; and clearly, he wanted Draco to know what he was getting into.
But Draco saw something else in his warning. Protection. And fear. 
Severus was afraid of hurting him.
But was he afraid of hurting him physically . . . or emotionally? Did he think Draco couldn’t handle two lovers? Was he scared it would cause too much jealousy with Lucius or Hermione? Did he think Draco would be hurt if he didn’t love him as much as he loved Hermione? 
Would he be hurt by that?
Draco wasn’t sure. He didn't think so, but he had to admit, he was currently pretty damn jealous of his father.
“Please, Draco,” Hermione whimpered, her hips rocking, dragging him from his overactive mind with the slick slide of her cunt. “Make me come. I want you so much.”
Draco blinked, temporarily lost in Hermione-Snape double vision. It took him a few seconds to see her alone. “I don’t want you to come right now,” he whispered back. “I want you wet . . . wetter than you’ve ever been in your entire life.” Stirring the nozzle in a small circle, he stimulated the walls of her rectum to emphasize his point. “I want you dripping all over me.”
“Draaaaco,” she whinged. “I’m already there. I can’t get any wetter!”
“Let’s see, shall we?” He pulled out halfway, and then plunged back in so her pussy squelched around him. “I don’t know . . . You sound fairly wet, but I think you could be wetter.”
“Stop saying wet like that; you’re making me mental!”
“Shhhhh,” Draco snickered, massaging the tension from her back. “I’m not trying to make you mental. I just want you as turned on as possible. And preferably soaking my balls.” “I’m there!”
“They might be damp, but I’d hardly call them soaking. But have no fear—I’ll make sure you reach the proper saturation levels while you’re holding that water. You just relax and let me take care of everything.”
She lifted her head and went still, as if she were suddenly deep in thought.
“What is it, love?”
“Do you want to take care of me, Draco?”
He smiled and pecked her chin. “Of course I do.”
“You don’t miss Nanny Granger?”
Draco mashed his lips into a thoughtful line and gave her a single, half-reluctant nod. “I do. But I like this too. I like everything we do together.”
Her teeth sank into her bottom lip, and she tugged it back and forth with a ponderous nibble. “So, do you like being in charge? Would you prefer things were more . . . even between us?”
“Now, just hold on a second. I feel like you’re making some synaptic leaps without me. I love the way we play. I don’t need things to be even; I just need them to be right for us.” He glanced over her shoulder to make sure Lucius and Severus couldn’t hear what was being said, but those two were so wrapped up in their snog battle he doubted they knew anyone else was in the room. “I don’t want you to think you have to be any certain way to turn me on. I love Nanny Granger, but I love this side of you too. I love all the different sides of you.”
Her pink mouth spread in a soft smile. “So you like it when I’m Lucius’s princess?”
He grinned. “How could I not love Princess Hermione? What wizard doesn’t like to see a witch covered in jewels?”
“What about when I’m Snape’s little girl?”
His grin widened. “She’s my favorite after Nanny Granger. Little Hermione can play with me any time.”
Hermione rested her cheek on his shoulder and sighed against his neck. “I love all the sides of you too, Draco. And thank you so much for taking care of me this week.”
Turning, he kissed her head—and then gave the nozzle another wiggle to keep her from lingering on any morose thoughts about the Prophet. “If you want the truth, I loved it. I mean, it’s awful about the article, and I wish that part hadn’t happened, but . . . I liked being your hero. It felt good to be strong for you.”
“You’re always strong for me.”
“Please,” he muttered dismissively. “I cry more than anyone in the whole house. Including you.”
“So?”
Draco didn’t answer. He could tell by her tone she was ready to argue, and he didn’t want her in an arguing mood. “Sometimes, the greatest strength is found in softness,” she said, trailing her index finger over his heart. “A raindrop might seem weak, but give it enough time, and it can erode the hardest stone.”
Draco couldn’t help smiling. Trust Hermione to get all philosophical in the middle of sex. “Okay, okay, you win. It’s possible to be soft-strong.”
“Your cock is kind of soft-strong too,” she said, grinding along his length to prove her point. “Hard on the inside, but soooo soft on the outside—like velvet satin.”
He snorted. “Is that what you’re thinking when you’re licking my dick?” “Sometimes,” she said with a shrug. “Mostly I’m thinking, ‘Mmmmmmmmm.’”
“What a coincidence; that’s the same thing I think when I’m eating you.”
Severus appeared over her shoulder, and he wrapped his fingers around Draco’s to grasp the nozzle. “What are you thinking when you’re sucking my cock?” 
He looked right at Draco when he asked, as if the question were aimed at him; and Draco couldn't help but picture himself in bed with Snape, his mouth overflowing with Potions master meat.
Hermione snickered and peeked back at Snape. “Usually I’m reviewing remedies for lock-jaw.” Lucius seemed to find that hilarious. Draco was amused as well but too concerned to laugh. Should he start some sort of stretching regime to avoid any discomfort in the future? That thing looked like a real bone-breaker.
“I have a recipe for a muscle warming salve,” Severus told her. “Lucius used to find it quite helpful.” “The ache is always worth it,” she assured him with a cheeky leer. “I regret nothing!”
Chuckling low in his throat, Severus bent down to kiss her back. “I suspected as much.” His fingers drifted over Draco’s, soft as a breeze, and he gently twisted the nozzle. “The bag is empty, love. Are you ready for me to remove this?”
“Go slow, okay? I’m really full. I think Draco’s cock is cutting into my storage space.”
“Would you like the sparkly plug?”
She groaned, whether from arousal or fear, Draco couldn’t tell. “Yes, sir.” Snape paused the extraction process to give the back of her head a reproving glare. “Sir?”
Grunting, she leaned forward a little to get things moving again. “I mean, yes, Daddy.”
“That’s better.” He steadily drew out the nozzle, and Draco felt it through her thin barrier, wisping along the underside of his erection until it disappeared.
“I’ve got the plug,” Lucius told Snape. “Does she need more lube?” “Not yet. Just slick the plug and it should slide right in.”
Hermione gave Draco a giddy grin and lifted her arse, presenting her bum with such eagerness he almost popped out of her.
Her mouth formed a small Oh! of surprise and she tried to take him back in, but Lucius grabbed her hip to keep her in place. 
“Uh, uh, uh!” Lucius scolded sweetly. “No wiggling till I’m finished with you. This is delicate business.”
He must have started to insert the plug then, because she closed her eyes and inhaled half the air in the room through her nose. Draco took that as his cue to escape. While he would love to stay inside her for the rest of the night, eternal fucking wasn’t on the itinerary. There was licking to be done, and it was Draco’s job to get her ready for what lay ahead. They needed her pliant and calm.
Reaching down, he pulled himself from her twitching introitus, and her eyes snapped open, a noise of forlorn disagreement buzzing through her sealed lips. Draco just smiled and gave her clit a good helmet buffing. That always distracted her.
And his distraction proved successful . . . until the plug reached its widest point. Then her face became rather tense.
“That’s it,” Lucius murmured. “Just breathe.”
She roared instead. Which, technically, was breathing. As soon as the plug slid into place, the room descended into silence. Or at least Draco assumed it was silent; his ears were still ringing from the roar. “Are you all right, love?” Lucius asked. “I didn’t feel any resistance. You were ready for the whole thing, weren’t you?”
“Yes,” she panted, eyes still closed. “Just really full. Gonna explode.”
Shaking with silent laughter, Lucius ran his hand down her back and stroked her bum. “I understand. But I assure you you’re not going to explode. Would you like me to enlarge the plug to make sure nothing leaks out?”
“Uuuuunnngh!” She dropped her head to Draco’s shoulder and rolled it back and forth in a mad tumble of cranium and hair. “Yes! I want it bigger! Just give me a second.”
Draco kissed her ear and neck, whispering a soothing refrain of reassurance and love to help her relax. He had no idea what his father was doing, but from the way she was sighing and moaning, he could tell it was something she enjoyed. Probably something involving her arse.
“Okay,” she mumbled. “I’m ready.” Lucius tapped the base of her plug, and it expanded inside her, which dialed her back up to full volume.
“There you go,” Lucius murmured. “Just a little wait now. Severus says there’s only seven minutes left. That doesn’t sound too bad, does it?” “Mmmmmmm.”
Draco wasn’t sure if that was yes or no. “You want to lie on your back and get comfortable?”
“I don’t know,” she groaned. "I don't know if I can move."
“I’d like to lick your pussy if you’re up for it. You smell so fucking good. It’s like somebody’s baking biscuits in here. I’m starving.”
That got her giggling. “Do you promise not to tease? I really need to come.”
“No more teasing. It’s time for you to soak the bed.”
“I hope you mean with squirting, because I’m seriously worried this plug is going to pop out of me like a cork and I’m gonna blast the whole room.”
Stifling his snort, Draco held her close and began to roll to the side. “I’ll help you keep in the plug. The only thing drenching this bed will be your sweet little pussy.”
Hermione held her swollen abdomen as he eased her into place against the pillows. She looked pregnant, which, for a split second, stopped his heart. He hadn’t mentioned anything about babies or voiced his growing list of questions concerning the matter; she’d been so busy with the foundation, and then the drama with Prophet had happened. There just hadn’t been a good time.
Maybe when things settled down, he’d get her alone and find out how she felt about children. If she wanted to keep working while he stayed at home, he’d be fine with that. Although, with all four of them around, surely childcare wouldn’t be an issue.
“Just lie back,” he said after one last peck on the lips. “Keep those legs open for me.”
With the backs of his fingers, he grazed the inside of her knee and drew a swizzled trail all the way up her thigh. When he got to her pussy, she let her legs fall open and her eyes fall closed.
“That’s it. Nice and relaxed,” he purred, slipping two fingers into her heat. She was a bit stretched from the fucking, but as soon as he tickled her front wall, her tunnel snapped around him like a Venus flytrap and her moan swerved to a needy grunt.
“Don’t be quiet,” Draco chided. “We all want to hear you. Open your mouth, love.”
Peeking through her lashes, she smiled, face pink, but she did as he asked, her lips parting just enough to show the wet shine of her tongue.
Gods, he wanted to stick something in there. Maybe a finger. Or better yet, his cock.
But there would be plenty of that later, wouldn’t there. “Good girl. Now let’s put the first coat of cream on these sheets. And don’t you dare forget to scream for me. As loud as you can. Let it all out. I want to hear how hard you’re coming.”
Her eyes flickered gold, and she growled in her throat—his queen of the jungle.
Draco kissed his way down her body, unable to resist spending some extra time on her water baby. He could play pretend if he damn well pleased; nobody had to know what he thinking.
Moving lower, he cleared a path through her bush, kissing the curve of her mons—the most sacred mound he knew. Her outer labia had pulled open, and the pink petals within glistened like a juicy secret.
Bowing his head, Draco touched his tongue to her dewy folds and gently lapped up the honey spilling from her core. The salty sweetness skipped across his taste buds like fairy dust, light and sparkly with her magic. 
“Unh! Fuck!” 
Encouraged by her response, Draco quickly lapped her clean and then dipped into her slick cove. He pressed the tips of his fingers against her soft walls and, curling around her pubic bone, mercilessly dug into the raised ridges of her g-spot.
Her leg shot out in a spasm of pleasure, and she shouted—just a short “UH!” that spoke volumes.
Draco answered by sealing his mouth around her clit and swiping his tongue back and forth over its engorged head. He was getting her from all angles, front and back, inside and out; if she didn’t come in the next minute he’d be shocked. 
But just to be sure, he went for her failsafe.
Moving his other hand to her arse, he pressed his thumb against the plug and jiggled it vigorously, wracking her rectum with vibration and pressure. She cried out and tore at his hair, but Draco wasn’t about to be distracted by a little scalping.
Lifting up hard, he pummeled her g-spot with an intensity that might have frightened away a first time squirter, but he knew exactly how rough she liked it, and he knew she was about to blow.
The muscles in her cunny stuttered around his fingers, and he could swear a bolt of hot energy shot up his arm. Merlin, Circe, and Morgana. She was going to blast him off the bed. And possibly out into the hall.
Her body went rigid, and the keening grew to a deafening roar. He’d been hoping to hear his name, a shout of praise for his efforts, but primal screaming was so much better. His cock certainly liked it.
The best part, though, was that Lucius and Severus were there to hear it. He knew they’d designated him the primary pussy licker in an attempt to appease him. They were saving the “important jobs” for themselves. Muff diving was just a warm up.
But the thing about Hermione was she didn’t have a pre-heat setting. Just various levels of scalding.
If they thought the orgasms before the actual sex would siphon off some of the pressure, they’d been fooling themselves. Like a forest fire, her passion grew on itself, feeding its own flames and consuming all by-standers.
Good thing that pussy was wet enough to keep him from burning alive.
Her inner muscles began to pulse like a heartbeat, and Draco squinched his eyes shut, preparing for the explosion. Just in time apparently. The hard spray of her climax hit his chin like a water cannon. He wanted to drink her up, fill himself with her lust, but he didn’t dare leave her clit.
Not when she was screaming like that.
Her yell crackled with a burst of power as she peaked, and several short, gasping shouts followed each spurt. He might not hear right for a week.
Eventually she ran out of air—and juice—and Draco eased off all stimulation as she trickled to a stop.
Except her clit. She liked to be licked through her aftershocks, and he didn’t want to disappoint.
“Well, that was impressive,” Severus drawled from somewhere behind him. “I had no idea our little girl had such big lungs.”
“Makes a sonorous seem rather redundant,” Lucius commented.
Hermione panted out a tired giggle and petted Draco’s head. “Was that loud enough for you?” she rasped. “Damn. I think I need a lozenge. My throat feels like gravel.”
“I’m sure we’ll find something to coat it with,” Severus replied thoughtfully. “Something warm and thick. Can you think of anything, Lucius?”
“It’ll come to me,” Lucius quipped.
Severus snorted. “Are you ready to let out that water, love? We’re not done with you just yet.”
“Of course I’m ready to let out the water,” she groused. “I feel like a fucking houseboat.”
“Can you get her up, Draco?”
Draco hummed a low, “Mm-hm,” into her snatch.
Hermione shivered. “Stop that! You’re making my clit barmy.” She tugged on his hair to drag him away. “Come up here.”
Draco crawled up to her face, his chin dripping with the remnants of her desire. Sticking out his tongue, he tried to lick himself clean, but it was impossible to reach.
Hermione laughed and dragged him down, lapping it up for him.
“Told you I’d get you wetter than you’ve ever been,” Draco said smugly.
“I never doubted you for an instant.”
“Are you nice and relaxed now?”
“I will be once I let out all this water.”
“Understandable. But you’re calm now, right? I did a good job as the Relaxation Coach?”
Beaming brightly, she nodded. “You were outstanding. I feel very loose and flowy. Not anxious at all.”
Draco leaned even closer and put his lips to her ear. “That’s good. Because you’re going to need to be as loose as possible for what Severus has planned.”
“What does Severus have planned?”
Lifting his head, Draco let his lips curl into the slyest of smiles. “Something that will make you forget this hellacious week ever even happened.”
Chorus—The chorus can be either the part of the song that is repeated after each verse (the refrain) or a large group of singers.
“Glory” by Liz Phair. Written by Liz Phair and released in 1993 on her debut album Exile in Guyville (one of my favorite albums of all time). (Side note for those interested: there was a 25th Anniversary release of the album this past year and a box set that has all of Liz’s early recordings. Look up Girly Sounds to Guyville.)
There is no video for this song, but somebody did a claymation thing with the recording over it, so I went with that. https://vimeo.com/115017397
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