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The Storm	By : StarKneazle Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 63852 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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A/N at bottom. Please read.

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Chapter Six

Lucius wasn�t sure if it was the light peeking in through the tiny cracks between the curtains , the warmth of a soft, decidedly female body pressing into him, or that body making little, girlish whimpers in her sleep that woke him up. Regardless of the cause, he was awake now, or at least trying to awaken. He was blinking away the hazes of his dream when he finally looked to see who was beside him, coming to the conclusion that he was still somehow asleep.

Hermione Granger�s front was pressed against his side, her hair covering his chest and her cheek resting gently on his sternum. One of her legs was intertwined with his own and he bit back a groan at the feeling of his morning erection pressing into her fleshly and utterly female thigh, with its creamy texture and smooth skin. Her heavy breasts rose and fell with each breath she took, a soft and endearing whistling exiting her nostrils on every exhalation. Her nipples were already puckered, ripe for the picking by Lucius� standards.

The visual stimulus was arousing, but there was one extra element that made it even more so.

Severus was curled up behind her, his leg intertwined over both of theirs�, his arm flung protectively over her midsection, his face buried deep in her neck and hair.

If Lucius didn�t know better, he would say that Severus bloody Snape was spooning against the witch.

Lucius watched his two lovers breathe in tandem. He longed for a connection like this, a natural easiness with someone that allowed him to sleep soundly in their arms. If he was honest with himself and examined the situation, he would find that he was finding that comfort in Hermione, which was only allowing the connection that he and Severus had to grow and change.

It had been so long since he had woken up next to someone he was happy to see that the feeling was almost overwhelming.

He froze at the thought that just crossed his mind. He had woken up to Severus many times before; did that mean he was unhappy with his lover and confidant? The question was almost too absurd to even consider giving an answer to and yet there it was, lingering in the background of his mind like white noise, annoying and unsettling.

He asked himself the question again, coming to the conclusion that Severus made him very happy, but that Hermione added something, a certain element to their relationship that had been missing.

On the other side of the sleeping witch, Severus was focusing all his energy on breathing in time with the warm body between him and his lover. He knew Lucius would be aware the moment his breathing changed and then he could no longer feign sleep. He didn�t know why it terrorized him to wake up in the same bed as both his lovers; he just knew that it did.

It made him feel vulnerable, weak, and foolish, to know that he was wrapped against his former student, finding more then just comfort in her warm body. But that was the truth of it. His stiff member was poking up against the hole he had taken the night before, and he feared for her safety should she shift against him a certain way. He was not sure how he was controlling himself now and if she moved he knew that he would be all over her.

Both men froze as Hermione squirmed between them, sighing and turning her head as sleep slowly let go of its hold over her. Her head came off of Lucius� chest, as her eyes slowly blinked open. She was now staring at the ceiling, sleep clouding her thoughts like a hazy fog. She blinked, trying to roll over in the big bed she was in. She drew in a sharp breath as pain raced all along her body, a dull aching throb taking up residence in her pelvis and lower back. She tried to roll over; thinking that if she changed her position the pain would dissipate. She found that, regardless of how she moved, something was keeping her from turning the way she wanted.

She could just turn her head. She looked over . . . and froze. Twin obsidian eyes were staring into her, burrowing deeply into her, trying to dislodge all of her secrets. She swallowed, breaking eye contact as images from the night before flooded her system. Her eyes trailed down her lover�s body of her own accord, widening as they took in his hard, proud cock. She didn�t know how she was supposed to respond, but she couldn�t meet his eyes, turning her head at the feral, wild look he gave her.

Ice clear blue eyes regarded her casually, a small hint of amusement dancing through their depths. She felt his hardness poking against her legs and knew she shouldn�t look but she couldn�t help herself. He followed her eyes with his own, smirking satisfactorily when a blush crept across her face.

She lay back against the pillow and looked up at the ceiling once more, wondering how the hell she was going to get out of this bed of depravity.

�It seems our little lion has lost all her courage,� Severus sneered, his voice blanketing her like velvet.

�Pity her, waking up between two such powerful wizards,� Lucius chimed in from the other side. �Many witches would gladly spend galleons just to be in the same room as us, let alone awaken in the same bed,� she felt his hand creep across her stomach as he spoke, turning more on his side so that his morning erection rubbed against the junction of her thighs.

They were teasing her, damn it all, and it was far too early for this.

Well, three could play this game.

She reached out both hands and grabbed their strong, heavy erections. They both moaned in unison as she clenched her fists around them and began to pull, rubbing her hands over their hard flesh. They both closed their eyes, sounds of pleasure escaping their lips as she stroked their turgid lengths.

�Well then,� she grinned, speeding up her hands. �Maybe you should go find them,� she whispered the last part and let go of them, using their relaxed state to her advantage. She sprung up from the bed as fast as she could, slamming the door as she raced from the room. The two wizards opened their eyes and looked at the closed door. Upon hearing her bedroom door slam shut, the two men decided on the same thing.

�Wanton, little twit!� Lucius growled under his breath, causing his lover to look over at him and sigh. He lay back down on the bed, realizing that Hermione was more Slytherinesque then they had ever given her credit for.

He saw something out of the corner of his eye. Her pile of clothes from the previous night were laying where she had left them, her wand balancing on top of the cloth.
He smirked as a plan started formulating in his mind.

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She had avoided them all day. Silly but there it was. She just couldn�t stomach the idea of going up to them. It felt like they had humiliated her, and she had humiliated them, but somehow what she had done seemed worse.

Then there was the fact that her wand was missing. She could not for the life of her remember where she had put it. She didn�t feel safe without it, as it had become more then just a piece of wood; it was truly an extension of who she was.

Of what she was.

She was busy making her own dinner, a sandwich once again, when she felt the wards around the house being taken down for a second. She stilled in her seat, and then reached for her missing wand. She frowned at the spot where her wand usually was.
Where the hell was it?

Footsteps were coming down the hall, towards the kitchen. She listened closely, trying to find a recognized cadence in the steps drawing closer, but was only able to distinguish two sets of footsteps. She looked around the kitchen hurriedly, trying to find an escape. Her body froze when she realized there was no where she could go. The footsteps were drawing nearer. She closed her eyes, waiting for the inevitable, -

�Hermione!�

Her sandwich dropped to her plate at the sound of Harry�s voice. She jumped from her seat and ran to him, knocking the air out of him as she squeezed him in her arms. He coughed but let her hold on, feeling a security in her arms that he hadn�t felt n a while. She stepped back from the hug and ruffled his hair, grinning widely.

�Hermione,� a lower voice said. She turned her head towards the voice, her smile growing even wider when she saw Ron standing there patiently. She let go of Harry, walking slowly to stand in front of her ex-boyfriend and lover.

They looked at each other for a moment, staring into each other�s eyes. Harry fought back a chuckle as he watched the two �reconnect,� thinking they looked ridiculous standing there.

�I�m going to go Floo Ginny and let her know that we�re back.� Ron didn�t look at him, keeping his eyes trained on Hermione as he nodded, Harry leaving the room through the other door.

After a moment�s silence, Ron smiled. �I missed you.�

�I missed you too. There was nothing to do here. I just sat around and -,�

�Wait,� Ron interrupted. Hermione patiently stood still, waiting for him to do something, but he just looked at her. He ran the side of his hand down her face, tucking a strand of wayward hair behind her ear. His face became serious as he looked at her. Hermione stood there, still waiting. His fingertips traced along her jaw line and down the column of her throat, to rest behind her neck. Hermione stared into his blue eyes, eyes that were more alive then Lucius� and realized that she was looking at the face and body of a man; that whatever had happened on the last mission had truly affected Ron, causing him to finally grow up.

�Ron?� She asked, her voice barely a whisper.

�I thought I would never see you again. I thought . . . ,� Ron trailed off, closing his eyes and shaking his head. He opened his eyes again slowly to find her staring quizzically at her, eyebrows furrowed as she tried to understand what was going on. He sighed, then licked his lips and squared his shoulders.

He applied pressure to the back of her neck and bent his head, bringing his lips flush against her.

She didn�t know how to respond to his questing lips. They felt and tasted like home. It was a familiarity that she realized she had missed. He still kissed the same way, pulling her bottom lip in between his teeth, sucking on it, and then letting it go to only smooth his tongue over the now throbbing spot. It felt so different from the hard, bruising, domineering kisses that Severus and Lucius gave.

Oh Gods.

Hermione�s minds reeled. What was she going to do? This was Ron. Last night she had been fucking, fucking, Severus and Lucius like she needed them to live, like their bodies were oxygen she needed to breathe. How was she going to escape this? What could she do?

Severus walked into the kitchen, Hermione�s wand dangling from between his fingers. What he saw in the middle of the kitchen shocked and then flooded his system with anger, his eyes narrowing to tiny, black specks. Hermione�s wand almost snapped in half as he gripped it tightly, his fist clenching around it at what he saw.

�I believe you lost this?� Hermione jumped away from Ron, turning a guilty face towards the Potions Master, her eyes wide. She gulped at the anger in his eyes, finding herself strangely aroused at the dominance swimming through their inky depths. She hoped Ron would mistake the dominance of their Professor�s gaze for anger, or at the very least one of his usual snarky looks. �I trust, Miss Granger, that you won�t leave it . . . lying around again?�Severus released her wand, and let it fall to the floor, the wood clattering as it came to a rest. Severus threw her a significant and dark look, then turned abruptly on his heel, striding from the room.

Hermione watched him go with her jaw clenched. �What did he mean by that, Hermione?� She ignored Ron, bending down to scoop up her wand. Blowing a stand of hair out of her face, she stood and looked over her shoulder at Ron.

�I�m sorry.� She promptly followed Severus out of the kitchen, racing up the stairs to his room. She stopped just outside of his door, which he left open and inviting, and took a deep breath, striding inside to confront him.

He stood in front of his bar, his imposing figured turned with his back to the door. He raised a glass of amber liquid to his lips, drained it down in one gulp, and then set the empty glass back on his mirrored tray.

�Did you need something Miss Granger? Something that Mr. Weasely is incapable of giving?� He kept his back to her as he talked, filling up his glass from the same amber liquid that sat in a crystal decanter. Anger burned through her and she found himself moving towards him.

�What the hell was that?�Hermione nearly shrieked, stopping a few feet behind him. He raised his glass to his lips again, drained it once more and set it back down.

�I could ask the same of you,� he suddenly turned around, and closed the space between them, smirking at the indignance in her eyes. �Don�t look at me like that. I know you told Lucius about your boy-lover; I know how he left you unsatisfied.�

�You know nothing about it.�

�Don�t I?� They had arrived at a stalemate, one trying to gain footing with the other as they stood there. Severus noticed she was breathing deeply, her chest rising and falling with heaving breaths as she fought her anger, her face turning flushed and dewy. She flicked her tongue out and licked her dry lips, Severus� eyes following the tip of her pink, pink tongue as it swiped across her full bottom lip. He felt that first, sharp pang of arousal fluttering through him, his cock beginning to harden. He was going to teach her a lesson. She needed to be broken, torn away from her safety blanket, from Potter and especially Weasely, to become the woman that he knew she could be. He opened his mouth to say something when she stopped him.

�I think you�re jealous,� she whispered, her voice dark and husky as she narrowed her eyes at him, asking, begging him to defy her. She looked so tempting there, flushed, sweaty, and angry that all he could think about was how she had writhed under him last night.

�Hardly,� he whispered back, his voice even darker as he dragged her body against him, pulling her so close that she could feel his hardness pressing into her stomach. �Strip, pet.�

Hermione closed her eyes and groaned, rubbing back against him. Severus looked up to the door and, with a whispered charm, shut and locked the door, then threw up a Silencing charm around the room. He had the perverse thought of fucking her so hard that her two friends could hear what he was doing to her, but knew that that was impractical. The relationship he had with Lucius, and with Hermione, was one that no one could know of.

Not only could it be used against him, but it would bring danger to her.

He sneered in disgust at his thought. He couldn�t afford to get emotionally attached to the bint in his arms, rubbing herself against his erection. Even though she pleased him in no uncertain fashion, and she had awoken in his arms this morning, there was no way they could become emotionally attached.

These thoughts lead him to a dangerous line of thinking, images of him burying himself inside her as she screamed his name taking over. That was how he would care for her; by showing her who and what she was. She was a woman who needed to be broken and put back together; who needed to be handled by someone more then capable of it.

�You�ve always been bad at falling orders,� he sneered into her ear, his hand coming down firmly on her ass, a sharp, stinging, arousing sensation filling her up. She moaned, and then blushed at the wanton sound that escaped from her lips. He slapped her ass again, and then turned away from her, going to sit on the couch in his room. �Do I need to tell you again?� Hermione watched him settle into the couch, reclining back and resting his arms along the back of the couch.

She stared at him from across the room, her breath catching in her throat. He cut a striking picture as he reclined against the back of the couch. Sex seemed to ooze from him and she tried to take a deep breath, tried to breath in all that raw masculinity. Instead she found herself drowning in him, drowning in the very air that was supposed to keep her alive.

The corner of his lip flickered up in a slow sneer and he made a sound of derision low in his throat. �Why can�t you act like a good little slut . . ,� his voice trailed off, his eyes narrowing slightly. �How about you do what I do?� She watched his hands place themselves on the top button of his black shirt, his nimble fingers slipping the hard, dark fastener through the fabric of his shirt. He began to slowly work his way down his chest, leaving a trail of pale flesh gleaming in the light.

She found herself transfixed, her hands slowly working on her own clothes. As if controlled by magic, she lifted her arms above her head, pulling her shirt off. She reached behind her and unhooked her simple black bra, her breasts bouncing out and her nipples tightening in the air. Severus hissed as he watched her beautiful mounds bouncing in front of her. Her hands slipped down to the zipper of her skirt and she tugged gently on the metal tab, bringing her underwear down with her skirt so that she stood naked in front of him, her creamy skin begging to be touched.

Severus had reached the last button of his shirt and he pulled the black cloth off, slipping the material over his arms. She watched him with hungry eyes as his fingers danced around the waistband of his pants, playing absentmindedly with the catch of his trousers.

�Crawl to me, pet. I want to feel those lips on me.�

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A/N: Wow. Sorry for the wait. I got really excited about this chapter and then life reared it's totally ugly head at me. Long story short, I've had some really bad medical problems and I broke up with my boyfriend of two years and some other things happened . . . but I'm better now. So thank you for your patience and please review. It makes it all worthwhile!!

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