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Quartet	By : OracleObscured Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 128272 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 11
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A/N: Hey, everybody. I’m baaaack! I have the odd sensation that I’ve been working on these chapters in some kind of time warp where time travels both too slowly and too quickly. It seems like the months went by in a blink, yet I also feel like I’ve been editing FOREVER. (I can’t stress that FORVER enough.) I’m not really 100% sure I’m ready to post, but I decided today’s the day to begin, so here we go. Wheeee! I have ten chapters ready for you (64-73), and I’ll post one a day till I get them all up. Hope you enjoy.
64—Accent
“Our aspirations are wrapped up in books.”—Belle and Sebastian
(Hermione) 
Sunday evening was spent in peaceful repose, reading with Severus in the library and quietly taking notes—a stark contrast to the raucous sex that rattled the roof the night before. Hermione swore she could still hear the bed banging against the wall with a heavy thunk thunk thunk, but that might have just been her pulse pounding through her clit, which had been throbbing steadily since the previous morning.
But surely she’d be able to scratch that itch as soon as Draco got home. He’d gone to the Ministry to welcome some Baltic diplomat, but was expected to return within the hour. 
Lucius was hunched over the desk in the corner, figuring numbers and analyzing some contracts from Gringotts. When her eyes needed a break, Hermione watched him over the top of her book. Her imagination bubbled over with ways she might distract him from his task. Could that table withstand their combined weight? The legs looked a little delicate.
She'd test the furniture’s tensile strength later; at the moment she was rather absorbed in her book. But it was because of the studying that she was so horny. Sort of a catch-22 when she thought about it. She wanted to read, but learning got her knickers all wet, which made her want to fuck; but fucking would require an end to her reading. Muffy didn't like the sound of that at all. Just to be contrary though, she didn't like not getting pounded either.
Hermione figured she’d ponder that conundrum at the end of the chapter when she took a break; her brain would need some time to absorb a day’s worth of reading, and what better way to assimilate new knowledge than by packing it in with a stiff cock? Or at least that was what she told herself to keep her clit from howling. 
Unfortunately, it was difficult to stifle Muffy’s enthusiasm with Severus so close. He'd taken the seat next to her on the couch, shoulder to shoulder, the warmth of his body keeping her libido lit with the flame of possibility. His long fingers caressed his book the same way he caressed her sex, and she couldn’t stop staring at his hands every time he turned a page. The subtle stroking of his thumb along the edge of the cover brought to mind all the times he’d dangled her over the chasm of climax with no more than the absent twiddling of his thumb. Bloody hell! It was a wonder she ever stopped thinking about sex when in his presence. That man was the walking embodiment of everything that made a book sexy—the eroticism of knowledge come to life, all tied up in a black, brooding bow.
Who could resist such temptation?
Absorbed in his book on Triads—where he was hoping to glean some pertinent information on Quartets, since there didn’t seem to be much writing on the subject—Severus never saw her coming.
Hermione marked her place in Elemental Elements: A Guide to the Powers of Nature and then turned her attention to the lump in Snape’s lap. Was he hard from reading? Or did he simply find her proximity as enticing as she found his? Skimming a fingertip over the highest peak, she tested it for ripeness. Oo! Fresh! His cock struggled to meet her touch, fighting the stitching of his black trousers with admirable tenacity.
“Don’t get me started if you’re not planning to do something with it,” Severus rumbled under his breath.
Hermione smiled to herself and unzipped his flies so he’d have some room to breathe. “Whoops,” she said innocently. “Clumsy me.”
He gave her a look that said he didn’t buy her act for a second. “I thought we were reading.”
"I need a sexual health break at the end of every chapter.”
“And what exactly does that entail?”
“I just like to see you . . . out and about.”
His lips twitched. "Do I need to get the paddle?”
“No, no,” she assured him. “You go right ahead with your reading. I’ll just make you more comfortable.”
Snape arched a eyebrow but smiled and went back to his book.
Hermione slid her hands to his belt and, with a few deft flicks, opened his trousers. His erection sprang into the splayed V of his parted placket, a black tent of boxers hiding her prize. She curled her fingers around his cotton-covered pole and gave it a squeeze. And a stroke. Severus grunted and sank down in the seat to provide her with better access. Careful to hide her grin, Hermione pulled his elastic waistband down, exposing him in all his glory, and then used his balls to anchor the waistband out of her way.
His aura, which had been a placid blue and black whilst reading, flared with red and orange passion around his groin. Hermione brushed her hand through the unfurling energy and trailed her fingers along his length from root to tip. As she neared the top, his hard-on levitated toward her touch, and she took the opportunity to grab hold. 
She might be the fire in their Quartet, but his dick was hot as a volcano—and the magma was already spilling from the top. Shifting his foreskin down, she revealed the entirety of his glistening glans, and it pulsated in the light like a beating heart.
“How am I supposed to read with you doing that?” he grumbled.
"Slowly?" she suggested. When he cocked his eyebrow, she grinned. “Can I sit in your lap while you read to me, Daddy?”
The tension in his jaw faded to a chuckle. “Are you sure you wouldn’t rather lie over my lap?”
Her pussy ejected what felt like a half pint of juice, and Hermione squirmed at the sudden deluge. “Will you pull down my panties, Daddy?”
His smile twisted wickedly. “Have you been a naughty little girl?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Go ask Lucius to take off your shorts and knickers. And you have to tell him why you want him to do it.”
“What do you mean?”
“You have to tell him you’re a naughty girl who needs to be punished. And you’d better apologize to him for interrupting his work. Tell him Daddy’s trying to finish his reading, but your bottom needs to be bare for your spanking.”
Hermione froze mid-squirm. Severus had never involved anyone else in their games in such a direct manner, and the thought of saying all that to Lucius made her stomach breakout in tap dancing butterflies. It was one thing to act like a little girl with Snape; it was quite another to embarrass herself in front of an audience. Even if she loved that audience.
Swallowing hard, she glanced over at Lucius. “I think he’s busy, Daddy.”
Severus choked back a snort. “Then ask him very nicely. I’ll be ready when you get back.”
Hermione could tell he wasn’t going to let her off the hook. That man was like a dog with a bone when he found a new resistance to explore. 
Gathering her courage, Hermione forced herself to rise from the couch and walk across the room. With every cautious step, her thoughts raced in a new direction, debating what she would say when she got to the desk. It wasn’t that she was scared to ask Lucius to take off her knickers—Merlin knew he loved to do it—but she didn’t really know how he felt about her Daddy kink; even if he didn’t mind it, Hermione wasn’t so sure he wanted to be a part of it.
Tiptoeing to his side, she peered over his arm. When he finished writing the total in the little box at the bottom of the page, she spoke up, “Lucius?”
“Mm-hm?” he muttered, starting on the next column.
“I’m sorry to interrupt you, but I need you to take down my knickers.”
He went still then looked up at her, his forehead lined with confusion. “Come again?”
She glanced over at Snape, who somehow had the fortitude to actually read. “I’ve been a naughty little girl,” she said quietly. “Daddy says he’ll punish me when he’s done with his chapter. But my bottom has to be bare for a spanking, so he told me to come and ask you to take off my shorts and knickers.”
“I see,” Lucius replied, breathing out a chuckle. “Very well.” He set down his quill and turned to face her. “Come here.”
His hands found her hips, and with a firm yank, he hauled her closer. Mm! So grabby. Sometimes greed is good. Tipping his fingers over the top of her denim shorts, he tickled the sensitive flesh of her lower belly and teased the elastic of her knickers with the edge of his nail. Her vagina decided that was the signal to officially open the floodgates, and everything below deck began to flow, a veritable squall erupting in her gusset.
Lucius unbuttoned the top of her shorts, and as he slid down the zip, his eyebrow rose as if he were inspecting a novel piece of art.
But when he spotted her purple underwear, he frowned. “Why aren’t you wearing those new lace panties I bought you?”
“I’m saving them. Besides, they’re too fancy for everyday.”
“Hmmm,” he hummed disapprovingly. “I can’t say I agree.” 
Snaring the sides of her bikinis with his thumbs, he began to drag them south. Slowly. Too slowly. At the rate he was going, it would take him a fortnight to debag her. His eyes slid to hers, and Hermione’s stomach jumped into her heart, a rush of desire overtaking her senses. 
“I buy you all that underwear because I like knowing you’re wearing it beneath your clothes—like our little secret,” he explained in a silky murmur. “It keeps me with you all day long . . . right here, in my favorite place.” His gaze wandered over her mound. “I like knowing you’re my special princess. Even if no one else can see it.”
Hermione smiled. “Is that really why you buy me so much lingerie?”
“Partly. Mostly it’s because you look dead sexy in it.” He pushed her knickers and shorts to her knees and they dropped to the floor. His eyes landed on the giant wet spot that had seeped through her crotch, and when he met her eye his lip curled with a roguish leer that made her blush as much as laugh.
“Impressive,” he remarked “I think you can just leave those right where they are. If I know Severus, you won’t be needing them anyway.” Holding out his hand, he escorted her from her crumpled clothes. “They’ll make a lovely addition to my collection. This might be your best work yet.”
Chagrined but delighted, Hermione carded her hands through his hair and tipped back his head. “Thanks for your help,” she quipped. 
Lucius lifted his chin and gently kissed her, almost teasing, his hands ghosting over her bum so lightly her skin amped up its sensitivity to full blast.
More! Without thinking, Hermione went for the buttons of his shirt.
“Now, now,” he admonished. “Naughty girls don’t get to undress me. Once you’ve paid your dues, I’ll absolve you with my cock.”
Her eyes snapped to his lap. Those damn black trousers hid too much; she couldn’t tell if he was hard or not. And—gods!—she wanted him to be hard. She wanted him bursting out of his clothes. She wanted him to bend her over and fuck her screaming pussy till it slept in orgasmic peace.
As if he’d heard her silent wish, Lucius snaked a hand between her thighs and grazed her slit with the side of his finger. “Mmmm, you certainly are ready for that spanking, aren’t you? You’d better go show this to Daddy.”
“Are you going to come over and watch?”
His mouth hitched into a sexy smirk that just about obliterated her remaining rationality. “Would you like me to?”
"Yes. If you're not too busy." Her hips involuntarily jerked toward his hand, her clit slapping her with a ripple of pleasure.
“I’ll finish these last two columns and be right over.”
“Good,” she rasped. “I need my daddy and my prince.”
That drew a honest smile to his lips; boyish glee sparkled in his granite eyes. “Is that my new title? I always pictured myself as royalty.”
Hermione inched closer, desperate to get her body against his. “Prince Lucius and his royal scepter,” she husked.
Lucius snickered and swatted away her hand before it could reach his belt. “I’ll remember that. Go on, love. Daddy’s not a patient man when it comes to spanking.”
Hermione huffed in frustration. She’d only wanted a feel. But Lucius had already returned to his figures. She’d have to be quicker next time. 
Spinning on her heel, she plodded back to Snape, pussy aching, bum tingling in anticipation. 
Severus was still reading—or pretending to—so she went to his other side to patiently wait, which was the game he often liked to make her play. Wait. Linger in the desire. Let the eroticism build.
The only problem with that was if her erotic charge got much higher, she might explode all over the room and ruin the books. 
Dammit! Why wasn’t somebody touching her? If Draco were here, I would've come twice already.
"Is your pussy wet, baby girl?" Severus asked without looking up from his book.
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Show me.”
For a few seconds she considered tackling him and sitting on his face—that would show him. But she knew better. He might go along with it for the time being, but later he’d get out the cane and remind her how much she preferred surrender. And she couldn’t afford to lose her situpon; she had meetings the next day. Opting for a less drastic tactic, she reached down and parted her labia.
Snape’s black eyes slid to the side. “Very nice.” He immediately returned to his reading, his expression placid, unaffected. “All right, get over my knee and spread your legs.” Pulling back his arms, he gave her room to lie down.
Was he seriously acting as if he had better things to do? We’ll see about that. 
Hermione took her time, arching her back as she got across his lap, making sure her bum was positioned for optimal visual impact. Then she opened her thighs as far as she could and rolled her hips so her parted pussy sparkled in the light. Do you see that, Daddy? I’m being very very good. Just look at all the goodness I’ve been saving for you.
He growled softly and drew his blunt fingernails along the curve of her hamstring. So he was watching. Excellent. Severus nudged her right leg so it dropped off his knee and her pussy rested against his thigh. Even more excellent. 
"Did you tell Lucius what a naughty little girl you’ve been?”
Hermione smiled into the black leather seat, already floating away to Little Land. “Mm-hm. He checked my naughtiness levels for himself.”
“Good man,” Severus replied dryly. “A thorough investigator.” One finger swiped through her folds from perineum to clit, the sound slick like oil. “Is this what he found? Your juicy little cunt dripping all over your thighs like a mad sprinkler system?”
Hiding her smile in her hair, she nodded. “Yes, Daddy. And he said when he was done with his work he’d come over and watch my punishment.”
“I thought it embarrassed you to be watched when you’re my little girl.”
“It does.”
“I see,” he said, his voice quavering with suppressed amusement. “Then I’ll start warming you up now. Stay quiet so he can work.”
His hand clapped across her arse, and Hermione mashed her lips together. “Mm!”
Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! He wasn’t hitting her too hard, which only added to the oceanic wetness washing through her core. Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Hermione’s eyes drifted shut, and she rested her forehead on her arm. If he kept going like that, she could stay there for hours. 
Or at least until she came. 
Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!
“Mmmm,” she hummed, her clit winding tighter. “Thank you, Daddy.”
“You’re welcome, baby. Just relax.” Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!
Relax? She was about to slip into a spanking coma. Every few seconds a wave of euphoric peace took her to a surreal world of heightened sensation, where she would waver between the sharp reality of the library and the dreaminess of “elsewhere.”  
Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! 
Her pussy sobbed, longing to be filled, and just as that sob rose to her throat, her eyes flew open. Draco’s home. Vaginal radar knew what her conscious mind didn’t. She only gushed like that when all three of them were present.
Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!
Lucius walked over and took the chair closest to her. She could smell him, smell his cock, his arousal. Lifting her head, she smiled up at him. “I’m a good girl now.”
Lucius snickered and settled back into the seat. “I don’t think Severus is quite done with you yet.”
“The real spanking hasn’t even begun,” Snape assured them. “I think once she’s nice and warm, I’ll give her a couple minutes of hard and fast. Stoke those fires a little. Isn’t that what you want, baby girl? Don’t lie to Daddy.”
“I want it,” she moaned. “But don’t spank me hard till Draco gets here. He’ll want to see.”
"That could be an hour from now, love."
“No, he’s home. He’ll be here soon.”
Severus paused, the warmth of his hand hovering over her left cheek. “How do you know?”
“I feel him. Or at least my pussy does.”
“She’s a handy little thing, isn’t she?” Lucius commented.
Snape’s alert alarms suddenly went off, and he silenced them with a twitch of his finger. “Handy indeed. Tell me how you knew.”
“I told you, my pussy knew. It starts to drool whenever you three are around.”
“Your pussy is constantly wet,” he countered. “How can you tell the difference?”
“You know that feeling you get when someone’s watching you?”
“Yes.”
“My pussy feels the same way, except it knows you three are ready to fuck it.”
Snape went back to his slow slapping. “No messages from your arsehole?”
Hermione laughed into the leather and rested her cheek on a cool section of the seat. “She said she’s lonely and needs a kiss.”
Lucius erupted in an indecorous snort. “What a marvelously perverted princess we’ve found to rule our kingdom.”
The library door opened, and Draco walked in, his polished shoes clipping across the floor at an assured pace. He stopped mid-stride, and she could hear the smile in his voice when he spoke. “Have I missed the fun?”
“Draco!” she cheered. “Just in time. You want to see me getting my bum beat, don’t you?”
“You know me too well,” he laughed. Coming around the couch, he bent down and kissed her head. “Did you get in trouble while I was gone?”
“Apparently so. I’m not sure what I did, but the appropriate punishment is definitely spanking.”
A breathy chuckle burst from his lips, and he stumbled to the side to get a better look at her backside.
Severus used both hands to pull her wide and show him how wet she was. “She insisted on interrupting my reading to play with my cock. I didn’t even hear a please.”
Draco titter-tutted in disapproval. “How rude.”
"I'm sorry, Daddy. I thought asking would interrupt you more.”
Draco fell into the other chair, his laughter fading as he caught his breath. “Excuses, excuses,” he muttered.
"I have just the implement to leave a lasting impression," Severus said ominously.
Something flat and hard smoothed over her left buttock, and when it gave her a little pat, Hermione’s brow knitted. It was too wide to be his hand or his belt. There weren't any paddles in the library, were there? “Is that your book?”
“What better way to punish my little bibliophile?”
Oh gods! He was right. Just thinking about getting a word spanking had her pussy pulsing.
“Two minutes. Ready, baby?”
Hermione took a deep breath. Two minutes was a long time if he planned to hit her hard and fast. With a book. Oh holy fuck. So wet. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Then what do you say?”
“I’ve been a naughty little girl. Please spank me hard, Daddy.” With that request her pelvis went mad, riding against his thigh as if she were trying to start a friction fire on his trousers.
“As you wish.”
There was a soft whoosh and then a dull pop as the cover made contact with her buttocks. She almost came from that single blow. It didn’t sting like his hand, and it didn’t jar her like the big wooden paddle. It was thumpy, like a little paddle wrapped in canvas. Those hits could be a whole lot harder and she would still love them.
And he didn’t disappoint. The licks came fast and fierce—a steady volley that bounced from side to side. Whap whap whap whap whap! She suddenly knew what it would be like to be fucked by a book.
And it was good!
By the end of the first minute, she had almost bucked herself off his lap, but Severus stayed completely calm, seemingly unperturbed by her incessant wiggling. He did, however, grab her around the waist so she didn’t wind up humping herself onto the floor. Or perhaps he was keeping her in place for his own benefit. The stiff heat of his hard-on poked into her hip, and as she danced, it buffed her skin to a sticky shine.
“Just thirty more seconds, baby girl.”
Hermione whined and pressed her clit against his leg. She needed to come. Opening her eyes, she turned to Lucius for help, but she could tell by the smoldering intensity of his gaze, he wasn’t ready for the show to be over. His mouth had settled into the same sexy smirk from before, except this time it looked drunk with desire, and his hand cupped his crotch in a blatant advertisement of virility. And those eyes. Sweet Circe! He held nothing back when he got to a certain level of arousal; in his mind she caught an image of him entering her from above while Severus took her arse. She pulled out of his head as quickly as she could, not wanting to invade his privacy, but the damage was done. She began to wail, her pussy contracting to a sharp ache as the pressure became too much to bear. She wanted the release she’d seen in that memory.
At the first sound of her anguished cry, Severus ceased his spanking and penetrated her. Two fingers. Thick and swift. Tears sprang to her eyes. Never had she felt such exquisite relief. His thumb landed on her clit, and with only three small circles, he sent her flying.
Light blossomed behind her eyelids, and she shouted as the pleasure tore through her sex like a twister. Her entire body spasmed in time with her pussy, contracting and pulsing so violently Severus had to lock her waist in an iron hug to keep her from falling.
“There you go,” he murmured. “Look who’s being a good girl now. Such a sweet little come-kitten. You love getting this pussy stroked, don’t you?”
Hermione couldn’t answer. Her mouth refused to emit anything other than moans.
When her body began to jerk with aftershocks, the fingers in her pussy slowed to a stroll, and Hermione sank into a boneless, shivering heap atop his lap.
“This is my favorite part,” Lucius whispered, and she realized he was leaning forward in his chair—so close she could touch him. If only she could lift her hand. “I love seeing her satisfied,” he continued. “It’s like thirty seconds of peace where everything’s right with the world.”
“And then she’s ready to go again,” Draco added. “No rest for the wicked.”
“I'll rest when I'm dead,” Severus said as he gently pulled his fingers from her leaking sex. “Did either of you want this? Draco?”
Hermione managed to peer over her shoulder just in time to see Draco’s tongue sliding along Snape’s creamed fingers. Muffy went absolutely wild with encouragement. “Uuuuuuuuunh!”
Draco blushed ever so slightly, but he smiled at her and gave Snape’s digits another lick. “You taste divine, love. Spankings make you extra sweet.”
“Try for yourself,” Severus purred, his fingers lowering to her lips. “Let me see that tongue.”
The smell sent her reeling. Musky and hot, it was like sticking her nose into a honey glazed ham. And when she licked the salty shine from his skin, she found it was indeed sweeter than usual. Was that really from the spanking? Or did the Quartet magic affect her flavor?
“That’s it, love,” Severus cajoled. “Get me nice and clean . . . good girl. Why don’t you come up here and give me a kiss. Let me see that glowing face, firestarter.”
Snorting lightly so her head didn’t spin, Hermione crept backwards, her brain lolling drunkenly to the left. His arms curled around her to help her up, and she snuggled into him, nuzzling his jaw in thanks and pressing her nose to his throat. He smelled of cinnamon and books . . . and warm cauldrons full of sex.
When they were both comfortable, he tickled his fingers along the side of her neck, and as she looked up at him, he brushed his nose against hers, his lips a millimeter from her own. “Do you need us to fuck you now?”
“Yes, Daddy.” She lifted her mouth to his, unwilling to play the waiting game any longer.
He denied her nothing. His tongue caressed her lip, luring her into his mouth with a cunning tap and retreat. He seemed to be encouraging her initiative, so she took full advantage. Raking her hand into his hair, she held him in place and scrambled his raven locks into a tangled mess that would leave him looking as though he just been shagged. Bed-head Snape was her favorite.
“Sweet Circe,” Draco teased. “Save some for the rest of us.”
Severus pulled back a little and whispered against her lips, “Why don’t you go kiss Draco. I think he’s getting lonely.”
Still dazed from the spanking and the orgasm and the kiss, Hermione could only nod.
Severus helped her up, and she turned to Draco in a dizzy swirl of carnal vertigo. Grabbing her hips, Draco steered her into his lap, where she collapsed in relief, grateful the journey stretched no further.
His neck flushed with arousal, and she could feel the energy thrumming through his body like a vibrating guitar string. Her pussy modulated to match his frequency, but before she could even register the key change, his lips were seeking out her love. Hermione grabbed the sides of his face and gave him all she had.
His whimper echoed over her palate, and a bolt of warmth shot through her chest. Bloody hell! Was that the magic, or just her natural reaction to Draco? Or was there no real difference between the two? Placing her hand over his heart, she used her palm to send a jolt of her own love back into him.
He must have felt something, because he made a small noise—a whimpered gasp—and his body shuddered beneath her.
They went back and forth like that, feeling the other’s energy and then sending out their own, all while joined at the lips in a sweet give and take. Her heart started to ascend, high on love, and just when she thought she’d have to pull back to catch her breath, she heard Snape’s voice.
“Time to kiss Lucius now, baby. Let Draco have a break.”
Nipping Draco’s lip she looked into his eyes to make sure he was really ready to let her go; she didn’t want to just abandon him on the chair. But she didn’t want Lucius to feel left out either.
Draco smiled. “Love you.”
“Love you too.”
“Go on. Snape’s right, my dick’s about to crack in two. Better give it a break.” 
Snickering she nodded, and Draco wrapped both hands around her waist to help her up. As soon as she turned around, Lucius was on her, his lips and teeth consuming her as if she were made of sugar. Merlin’s balls! There was no end to the disorientation on this constant conveyor belt of snogging. Which was fine with her, she just hadn’t been expecting him to be waiting right behind her.
Clinging to him so she didn’t fall when her knees eventually buckled, Hermione sank her fingers into his long blond hair and began to rearrange it. He needed to match Severus and Draco. “Just fucked” was a look that worked for all three of them.
The moment she pictured her stable of Slytherins sprawled out on the bed with their matching post-sex coiffures, her pussy hit her with the most brilliant idea.
They needed to fuck Quartet style.
Hermione palmed the bulge in Malfoy’s trousers to get his attention, and he released her with a surprised grunt. She smiled up at him and ran her finger along his zip in a gesture of placation. “We need to go outside.”
“Pardon?” he panted.
Knowing he was beyond comprehension, she turned to Severus. “We need to go outside. With candles.”
The line between Snape’s brows deepened. “Whatever for?”
“Because we should shag with our elements.”
“Shag with our elements,” he repeated slowly.
“To be on the safe side, we should do it one at a time. But what if our respective elements give us a nice boost?”
Both his brows shot up. “That is a strong possibility. How did you want to do it?”
“I’ll do Draco in the pool and Lucius on the ground. You’ll . . . “
“I can levitate us. And that’s why you want the candles. For fire.”
She nodded.
"I’ll get the candles,” Draco said, popping out of his chair and heading for the door.
“I am not looking forward to fucking on the ground,” Lucius said with a sneer.
“We’ll do it in the garden,” she purred, running her finger down his chest. “On the flowers. They’ll be our fucking flowers.”
He breathed out a conciliatory smirk. “Like the night in the hotel?”
Hermione’s eyes widened. “Yeeeeeees. Can you imagine what would have happened if we’d been on the ground floor? The petals probably weren’t strong enough to counteract our elevation.”
“Well now you’ve got me curious,” Snape muttered. “If this works, the implications are incredible.”
Hermione reached out for him. “Maybe you three won’t even need the semen cocktail to benefit.”
The corners of Snape’s mouth curled into a feral grin, and his beetle black eyes settled on the distended bulge in Malfoy's trousers. “Let’s not be too hasty.”
Accent—“In music, an accent is an emphasis, stress, or stronger attack placed on a particular note or set of notes, or chord, either as a result of its context or specifically indicated by an accent mark. Accents contribute to the articulation and prosody of a performance of a musical phrase.”—Source: Wikipedia
“Wrapped Up in Books” by Belle and Sebastian. Songwriters: Brian Laurence Bennett / Richard William Colburn / Michael Cooke / Christopher Thomas Geddes / Stephen Jackson / Robert Michael Kildea / Sarah Ann Martin / Hank Marvin / Hank Brian Marvin / Stuart Lee Murdoch / John Rostill / John Henry Rostill / Bruce Welch.
Released in 2003 on the album Dear Catastrophe Waitress.
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=iBU-MxydbWQ
Catch 22–A catch-22 is a paradoxical situation from which an individual cannot escape because of contradictory rules. The term was coined by Joseph Heller, who used it in his 1961 novel Catch-22.
Firestarter—Novel by Stephen King. 1980. Just mentioning that I don’t own it.
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