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A/N: Ahhhh! The last of this batch. Only ten more to go! The next release will be 74-80, and I have to rewrite most of those chapters, so it’s going to take me a while (hopefully not as long as these ten did). I’ll be back as soon as I can. Thank you all so much for your ongoing comments. I love hearing your inner commentary as the story progresses. Much love.

73—Canon
“That’s the power of love.”—Huey Lewis
(Hermione)
Hermione snuggled up to Draco and peppered his face with a string of soft kisses. His skin felt cool against against her lips, but when she crossed the planes of his cheeks, the heat bubbled to the surface. “Somebody’s snuggly warm from his bath,” she purred. “Are you all cozy and ready for bed?”
“I would be,” he said with a teasing smile, “but some crazy witch keeps waking me up.”
Hermione rolled on top of him and playfully rocked her pelvis against his stirring erection. “Whatever do you mean? I’m merely saying goodnight.”
Snickering, he lifted his head and brushed his lips over hers. Back and forth. Tick-tock kiss.
Lost in the satin sugar of his mouth, Hermione couldn’t resist running her tongue along the lower petal and tasting his love. “Mmmmmmm!”
Draco laughed and tumbled her onto her back, a knee between her thighs. “Now you’ve gone and done it. It’s bedtime and I’m ready to play. What are you going to do about that, Nanny Granger?”
She affected her most innocent expression as she ground her clit against his quadricep. “A story to help you sleep, perhaps? Hermionelocks and the Three Snakes? I’ve heard it has a surprise ending.”
“I believe I know that one. If I recall correctly, she gets herself into a rather sticky situation. But we hardly need to rely on my memory—I think we’re about to experience the story firsthand.” Nodding his head, he gestured toward the bathroom, and Hermione turned to see what he was looking at.
Oh. My. God.
Severus had Lucius pinned against the wall, exactly as she’d seen them that first night in the library. Except this time they were only wearing trousers.
And it didn’t look as though they’d be wearing them for long.
Lucius spun, taking the lead and flattening Snape with the weight of his body. The muscles in his back rolled beneath his ivory skin, and his bum roared to life, churning hypnotically, swaying to some unheard rhythm.
Unheard but not unfelt. Hermione’s clit picked up the beat.
“Turn over,” Draco breathed in her ear. “I know you want to see this. Spread your legs for me.”
Hermione mindlessly repositioned herself, and Draco flung down the sheets with a Snape-like flourish. In the billowing breeze, she felt the liquid heat of her arousal chill in the open air. Gooseflesh puckered her skin, tightening her nipples to faceted pink shards, and before she could even wince, Draco had one in his mouth, the wet warmth of his tongue playing over each craggy peak.
Hermione sank her fingers into his hair and encouraged him to take his fill, but her eyes never strayed from the two across the room. She didn’t dare miss a second. Who knew when the Malfoy-Snape Shagadelic Circus would agree to another public showing.
And what a show it was!
Ever the consummate conductor, Snape’s pale hands—one bandaged, one pristine—alternately clutched and tore at Malfoy’s back, the pace unhurried but intense. And where were Lucius’s hands? She couldn’t quite see. Did he already have Snape’s trousers open? Was he engaged in hand-to-cock combat? Had the beast been loosed?
Muffy screamed for answers, and her palm rushed to stifle the outburst; but before she could get there, Draco pressed a silencing finger to her nether lips and began to trace the hood of her clitoris with maddening precision. Hermione swallowed hard and lifted into his touch, silently pleading with him to push her over.
But Draco refused. No doubt he intended to make her to surf that wave as long as possible. And Hermione was too distracted to argue.
She was particularly distracted by the disappearance of Snape’s hands. They’d gone off the radar somewhere in the vicinity of Malfoy’s zip. She didn’t have a clear view of what he was doing, but a lot of rough sighing and hissing ensued, and then Lucius’s trousers dropped to the floor. Fwump.
Severus practically shoved him out of them before backing Malfoy into the foot of the bed, where, with a grunt of demand, he forced Lucius flat.
Lucius didn’t put up a fight. In fact he seemed rather pliable, willingly falling to his back—and dragging Severus with him. Severus caught himself mid-collapse, black eyes flaring, lip peeled back in a heated snarl, and when he reached down to push off his trousers, Hermione saw his cycloptic kraken make a break for it, ravenous for human offerings.
Oh gods! No boxers. Look out, Lucius. 
Naked Severus climbed atop Lucius like a predator mounting his prey, a move that had Hermione scrambling for a better view—but with Draco half on top of her, she could only lift her head.
Holding her breath, she watched as Snape rutted against the etched lines of Malfoy’s pale abdomen. The tip of his reddened cock glistened with lust, and he left a shiny line of ownership emblazoned across Lucius’s obliques.
Sweet merciful Morgana! What are you waiting for? Shag him!
But instead of pushing back Malfoy’s legs and taking his arse, Severus continued to ascend, crawling higher, until he straddled Lucius’s face.
Hermione’s heart stopped right then and there. She couldn’t breathe. Or blink.
Lucius didn’t seem fazed at all. His mouth opened wide, and with absolutely no hesitation, he curled his tongue around Snape’s knob and proceeded to lick him clean.
Equally easygoing, Severus braced his hands on the bed and dropped his head, overseeing the impalement with lazy curiosity. His hips undulated, and like a sword swallowing act, his length began to disappear down Malfoy’s gullet.
Merlin’s beard! Did Lucius have no gag reflex? How was he not choking to death?
With delectable slowness, Severus pumped in and out—deeper and deeper. When his balls hit Malfoy’s chin, he hissed and lifted his head, paralyzing Hermione with his most potent stare. “Get that pussy over here, little girl. I want to taste you . . . Now. Draco, you know what she needs.”
Without conscious thought, Hermione scuttled sideways and wiggled down the bed. Careful not to kick Lucius in the head, she got as close as she could so Severus could reach.
Snape leaned down, his face just above her mound, then he breathed in her scent, his inhalation far more dramatic than necessary. The air whisked along her slit, and Hermione rose toward his nose, desperate to feel that gusty suction on her clit.
“Well, well,” he chuckled, his lips caressing her labia in a laughing kiss. “Aren’t you juicy? What’s got you so wet, baby girl?” 
She couldn’t think let alone speak; all she could do was sink her fingers into his hair and ride the air currents as they curled around her cunt. “Uh-h-h-h!”
“Hmmmm, just as I suspected. I wouldn’t wait any longer, Draco; she’s going to finish before you get in her mouth.”
“Would you like to suck my cock, love?” Draco asked from somewhere above her. “Or do you just want to breathe?”
“I want you,” she panted. “Come in my mouth, okay? I need to taste it.”
“If you insist,” he replied happily.
Throwing his leg over her head, Draco straddled her face the same way Severus straddled Lucius’s, continuing the train of connection up the bed. The musk of his lust invaded her nostrils, and her taste buds began to water, hungry for his magic.
Using one hand, he shoved his buoyant erection south, a feat that seemed to require considerable strength. The salty heat of his head bumped her lips, and she rose to greet him with a sloppy lick.
“Fuck!” he shouted, groaning as he skidded down her tongue into the cavern of her mouth.
Hermione hummed in agreement. Fuck indeed.
Just as his glans skimmed the sensitive expanse of her soft palate, two long fingers shot up her pussy in a surprise attack. Pressing directly into the heart of her g-spot, Severus beckoned her climax ever closer, his tongue never pausing in its tireless pursuit of titillation.
“I can’t hold off,” Draco rasped. “You ready?”
So soon? Hermione looked up to make sure she’d heard him right. His hair hung in a blond halo over the top half of his pinched face, and the light from the ceiling glowed through the strands like white gold. Or was that part of his aura? From her angle, she couldn’t be sure. The rest of him swirled with greens and pinks, and her mouth pulsated a peculiar yellow, as if it were overflowing with joy and light. 
Muffy took control of her motor functions and nodded Hermione’s head. Give it to me.
Draco sagged with relief, and before she could count to three, wet warmth spattered the back of her throat. Hermione swallowed the first two shots with practiced ease.
The rest she saved.
As the flow began to slow, Hermione pulled back, and the last dregs spilled down her chin like clotted cream. Draco quirked one eyebrow as if to say, ‘I thought you wanted that.’
Hermione just smiled—and then showed him her mouthful of reserves.
Draco’s other eyebrow rose to join the first, his expression one of total bafflement. And delight. He obviously enjoyed the sight; he just didn’t see the big picture yet. But he soon would.
Draco climbed off her face to give her a chance to breathe and reversed his position until he was curled up next to her. “You all right there, love?”
“Mm-hm!”
Snickering, he leaned in to peck her cheek. “Well you look sexy as hell. I forgot how much I like sleeping with a professional pearl model.”
Hermione sputtered, worried she was going to spray her savings all over the ceiling; but then Severus did some kind of gear-shift maneuver with his fingers, and instead of losing it, she almost gulped down the whole load.
Luckily, Lucius chose that particular moment to tap Snape's hip and indicate he’d had enough, so Severus called a timeout to extract himself from Malfoy’s esophagus.
“Take her,” Lucius growled as he emerged from down under, his voice raw and gravelly. "You know you want that pussy.” Climbing up behind him, Malfoy slapped Snape’s arse to get him moving—but it was Hermione who jumped.
She hadn’t been expecting the meaty pop of skin on skin, and since her only reference for the sound involved her own posterior, her brain couldn’t comprehend the absence of stinging heat. It didn’t know how to cope.
But her pussy did.
Muffy sent forth a river of lubrication that inundated her folds with apocalyptic flooding—and Severus must have smelled it, because he gave her the most perverse leer as he crawled into place above her. 
“I’d ask if you’re ready, but it seems you’ve just answered my question.”
“Mmmmmmmm,” she smiled, her lips sealed to keep in the semen.
Smirking, Severus nudged her labia with the velvet heat of his cock. “My sentiments exactly. Keep those legs open for me, love.”
As if she could close them! He had her spread wide, his knees jammed against her buttocks, hips resting in the glen of her thighs. With a targeted thrust, he plunged into her depths, and when she gasped, he latched onto her lower lip and laved Draco’s spillage from her chin. 
Humming an appreciative “Mmmm,” he licked her clean and then dipped into her mouth to share in his discovery.
But she had a whole treasure trove to share with him instead.
As soon as he realized what she’d done, his tongue was all over hers, devouring the salty pool like a man who hadn’t eaten in weeks. Normally, Hermione didn’t go for the whole tongue-down-the-throat approach, but there was something immensely erotic about being so utterly consumed. He wasn’t banging around in there or going at it with no finesse. He simply wanted every inch of her oral cavity. 
And she wanted to give it to him.
“That’s it,” Lucius murmured. “Right there. Don’t stop.”
Hermione didn’t have a clue what he was talking about, but knowing Lucius it was something deliciously hedonistic. Severus shifted in response, his shoulders flexing, and Hermione snaked her feet around his hips to pull him down on top of her. Fuck me deep, Daddy.
But Lucius was right there, directly behind Severus. Holy hell! She tracked the position of his pelvis with her toes and stumbled over something hard and cold. Identifying the object as the jar of lube they kept by the bed, she froze. Ohmygod!Ohmygod!Ohmygod!
Lucius tickled her sole with the tip of one finger, and she leapt out of his way. No toes in the lube. Got it. You go right ahead with whatever it is you’re about to do.
Straining her ears, she caught the quiet squelch of oily gel, and then, after a brief silence, Severus growled like a bear and pulled his lips from hers, panting against her mouth in several short bursts.
What the hell was happening? Hermione silently cursed the lack of overhead mirrors. Did Lucius have his fingers buried in Snape’s arse? How many? Was he moving them in and out? Bah! Why didn’t her super vision let her see through bodies? Those flashes of red and blue in Snape’s aura were lovely, but they didn’t paint the carnal picture she longed to see.
More wet sounds skipped over her ears, and she distinctly heard the quick slick-slide of wanking. She could see Lucius in her mind’s eye, his palm glistening with oil as he twisted his fist over his straining erection, his brick red head reaching for the sky.
Severus stopped breathing, and Hermione knew it was about to happen. Or it was happening! Frantically searching with both feet, she touched Lucius’s flanks so she’d have some clue when the buggering had begun.
The sides of Malfoy’s buttocks rolled beneath her toes—We’re off!—and Hermione inhaled sharply, as if it were her arse getting stretched. Severus exhaled at the same time, and she tasted his sigh in her mouth, tasted the flutter of tremors that rattled through his groin. Tasted his power.
“I said fuck her,” Lucius whispered. “Make that pussy sing.”
Eyes narrowed in determination, Severus rocked forward, baring his teeth when he bumped her cervix. What was it like for him to be buried in her body while simultaneously having his own body filled? Was it a never-ending barrage of pleasure? Or were there too many sensations for him to even comprehend? Hermione tightened her pelvic muscles to gauge his state of awareness.
Snape’s eyes flew open, and he snarled at her in consternation. 
Hermione released him with a smile. “Just testing.”
“I must not be fucking you properly if you’re lucid enough to concoct torturous sex tests. I know how much you like to luxuriate in the fullness, but perhaps I should skip the warm up phase tonight.”
She didn’t know who’s fullness she was currently luxuriating in more. “Keep going slow, Daddy. I like to watch you like this.”
The corner of Severus’s cheek twitched, and as he ground himself in a gentle circle against her core, he opened his mouth for what she knew would be a vulgar retort—but Lucius must have done something exceptionally brilliant just then, because Snape’s black eyes rolled back, and his riposte transformed to a shuddering sigh that almost sent her over the edge.
When Draco consolingly ran the backs of his fingers down Snape’s arm, another shiver rattled his body, and he emitted a growl that might have been half yelp.
Without opening his eyes, Severus lashed out and caught Draco by the wrist. His eyelids fluttered open, and he stared at Draco with a passion so intense Hermione whimpered out loud. 
Neither seemed to hear her.
Veering sideways, Severus advanced on him, and they collided in a hard kiss that had Hermione thrashing beneath the weight of his hips, every cell in her body swelling with ecstatic light.
To say they were heart-stoppingly stunning didn't do the sight justice. Their kiss seared her to the soul.
But with Snape all tipped to one side, she could suddenly see Lucius, which begged the question: should she watch the snogging happening an inch from her face or try for a glimpse of the buggering behind Snape’s back?
Decisions, decisions.
Her gaze darted to Lucius, and she had to do a double-take. She’d never seen his aura so bright. And it wasn’t just his usual sex-red either. There were blues and greens and, around his head, a high amount of silver.
He must have sensed her ogling, because he looked up and met her gaze. Bam!
Struck by the silver lightning in his eyes, Hermione lost track of her breathing. How could one man be so fucking beautiful? And how could that beauty affect her so viscerally?
Yet despite her body’s reaction, Hermione knew she didn’t love Lucius for his chiseled cheekbones . . . or because he had an arse that could crack walnuts; she loved Lucius for simply being Lucius—the man who celebrated artistry in all forms, the man who loved her with everything he had and who sheltered her with the entirety of his being. He didn’t need to do any of those things—she was perfectly self-sufficient—but she saw the joy it brought him to share in life’s beauty. That was the true Lucius.
And she knew one day the true Lucius would see the true Draco, and those catty comments would become a thing of the past.
But she also knew she couldn’t force Lucius to see anything he wasn’t ready to see. That wasn’t how people worked. How many times had she herself been totally blind to the truth and misjudged a situation or a person? Such oversight and arrogance were simply a part of the human condition. Everyone had their blindspots.
And for that reason, she regretted snapping at Lucius in the bathroom. Standing up for Draco and being honest about her feelings had been the right thing to do, but she didn’t need to be angry about it. Attacking Lucius just made him defensive, and that was no way to bring more love into their lives. If she wanted Lucius to love Draco exactly as he was, she needed to love Lucius exactly as he was.
And she did.
Smiling, Hermione slid her hand along Snape’s side, her palm upturned in a tactile peace offering. Lucius smiled back and met her halfway, his fingertips brushing hers in what she knew was a heartfelt apology.
‘Love you,’ she mouthed.
His smile grew. ‘Love you’
It looked as if he wanted to say more, but coital conversations tended to be tricky—especially with four people involved. Forgoing words, he glanced toward Severus and Draco and, with a nod of his head, indicated she was missing the show.
Hermione’s eyes darted left. 
Whoa! 
Joined at the face, Severus and Draco blended together like yin and yang, but their passion left her feeling anything but balanced.
Draco made a noise in his throat, a noise Hermione knew all too well. He was gone, totally sex-smashed. And that glassiness in Snape’s eye suggested the drugging was mutual.
Draco whimpered again, and Hermione’s vagina trembled, flirting with release. I can’t believe I’m about to come from listening to Draco moan into Snape’s mouth. Why didn’t Muffy tell me about this secret trigger before?
Severus pulled back and, with a soft smirk, nuzzled Draco’s nose. “Is that how you want me to kiss you goodnight from now on?”
Draco nodded mechanically, his pupils blown wide.
Severus kissed his way to Draco’s ear, and although he whispered his next words, Hermione heard everything loud and clear. “I know what you really want; you don’t have to pretend with me. I can take care of you the same way I take care of Hermione if that’s what you need.”
Draco’s breathing hit a frenzied high, and Hermione wondered if he was having an anxiety attack or an orgasm.
“There’s no need for panic,” Severus murmured. “I’ve already seen all your fantasies, and I have no intention of denying you a single one.”
The frenzied high shifted to hyperventilation.
“I have a few of my own I’m sure you’ll enjoy,” Snape purred suggestively.
Very helpful, Severus. Just send him into cardiac arrest, why don’t you?
But Draco must have heard differently. “You want to take care of me?” he asked in a shaky whisper. “You want to . . . be with me that way? Please don’t say or do anything just because you think it’s what I want. I don’t need any favors.” 
Snape’s inhalation spiked with overt surprise. “No, love. I would never toy with your emotions like that. This is about us, what we are to each other. Don’t you ever think for even a second that this is one-sided.”
“Then why didn’t you say all this sooner? Why’ve you been holding out?”
“Because . . .” Severus sank a little, his hips slowing to a stop. “Because I . . . don’t know how to be happy. I’ve been miserable for so long that when something good shows up on my doorstep, I don’t believe it’s for me.”
“I thought you weren’t sure about me,” Draco admitted. “I thought you were having second thoughts.”
Severus sighed and rested his forehead against Draco’s temple. “Never. My doubts were with myself . . . and how I would survive if I lost you. But I realized that was a self-fulfilling prophecy; by keeping you at a distance, I was bringing about exactly what I feared: being separated from you . . . weakening the connection we all share . . . losing the Quartet.”
“I’m scared of that too,” Draco whispered. “And I know what you mean about being afraid of the good things. Sometimes I feel like this is all a dream, and I’m terrified I’m going to wake up and find out it’s not real.”
Severus nodded, his silence an unspoken confirmation that he felt the same. 
Hermione edged her left hand into the space between them and gave Draco’s fingers a reassuring squidge. Told you Severus loves you.
When Severus lifted up to see what she was doing, Draco smirked at her through the stringy curtain of Snape’s hair. “Looks like you were right again. Why do I ever doubt you?”
“I just report what I see,” she said with a smile.
“And what did you see?” Severus asked, turning to kiss her cheek. And then Draco's. And then hers—and then Draco’s.
“I see you,” she told him. “And I see Draco and Lucius. I see how much I love the three of you. It’s a fabulous way to live.”
Severus snorted and drove himself into her with a contented growl. “Sounds simple enough. Perhaps I’ll try that sometime.” He drew back ever so slightly and looked at them both. “But right at the moment, I’d prefer to see you two kiss. If you would indulge me?”
“Do you really need to ask?” Draco drawled, his impish grin melting the remaining tension from his face.
“Less talking, more snogging. We haven’t much time,” Severus replied.
“Much time? Time for wha— Aaaah!” Draco looked down to see who had ahold of his cock, and Hermione gave it a pointed squeeze to drive home the message. “Right,” he muttered. “Not much time.”
Draco craned his head to the side, mashing his mouth to hers, and as soon as their tongues touched, she flipped into another world. Floating. High on his love. Hell’s bells, that was fast!
Clearly enjoying the view, Severus amped up the thrust-rate, giving her pleasure his full attention, but he kept his arms around them both, locking Draco beneath him, as if he were fucking him as well. And the thought of Severus being inside Draco, of him bringing Draco to the brink, losing himself in him—that sent Muffy careening into the stratosphere. Headed straight for planet O.
Her leg shot out in a pre-orgasmic tic, and Lucius grabbed her by the ankle. Placing her toes against his pelvis, he gave her a window into his world. Oh shit! Could a foot have an orgasm? His hips snapped with an extra slap of impact on each downbeat, and Hermione wondered if he was fucking out his frustrations concerning Snape and Draco or if that was just the way Severus liked it.
By the sound of things, it must have been the latter. Severus only hissed like a viper when riding the razor’s edge.
And that tidbit of information—Snape likes it rough—was the straw that broke the clit-camel’s back; with absolutely no warning, her entire body exploded in light, waves of tingling bliss ripping through her veins like electricity.
“Yes!” Severus grunted. “That’s it, baby. Come for me. Not you, Draco—I mean it. That cum is mine.”
Snape’s spoken demands stretched out Hermione’s climax like taffy on a oratory loop, and mental images of him leisurely harvesting Draco's semen overtook her brain. But what Snape didn't know was that Draco had already passed the point of no return. A wizard couldn't stop the motion of the ocean, and high tide was already upon them.
On impulse, Hermione slid her fingers to Draco’s glans and pinched his foreskin up over the top, sealing in the blast before it could spew forth. 
Draco gasped in her mouth and, with a whiplash spasm, jerked toward her hand. “Guh!”
The climactic house of cards fell atop Severus next. Erratic tremors replaced his steady thrusting, and his exhalations puffed over their joined mouths, hot and heavy. Hermione and Draco turned their heads and melded with him as if he’d always been a part of their kiss.
Shivering fiercely, Severus held them closer. Closer. The energy radiating off his sex became a pulsating glow, and his groin began to vibrate—a sensation Muffy added to the long list of Reasons to Never EVER Stop Coming.
Malfoy’s abs crunched against the ball of her foot as Snape’s arse dragged him into the fray. An animal grunt accompanied each contraction, but the sound seemed to meet her ears in slow motion, her orgasm somehow distorting her perception of time.
Had the world slowed to a complete stop . . . or had they merely detoured out of reality for a moment? Unable to attach to any relativity, time seemed to meander around them in no particular order.
Yet beneath it all, her body pulsed relentlessly. Throb. Throb. Throb. How could there be no seconds or minutes when the metronome inside her never ceased in its rapturous ticking?
Each lost second gradually found a home in the stampede of pulses spread across the bed. Draco’s shuddering quieted, and his calm infected Severus, who went still and slowly tipped to one side until his face plowed into the pillow beside her, a guttural sigh echoing in the feathery crater. Drained of all stress, his muscles softened, but Hermione clung to him to him like a life raft, afraid that if she drifted any further from the shores of normalcy, she might lose sight of her sanity.
With a surprised “uh!” Malfoy finished, starting down at his cock as if it had caught him off guard.
When Hermione hooked her foot around his hip and urged him forward, he snapped out of his reverie, and a funny smile flickered over his face. She thought he might start laughing, but instead, he turned into human jelly and sank down atop Severus, a contented sigh spilling from his open mouth.
Everyone else had come—and gone—as usual, but a current of euphoria continued to stream through Hermione's body. Strange. At first she thought it might just be a rather intense afterglow, one that blended seamlessly with her orgasm. Except it was far too strong to classify as refractory.
Had she opened some magical floodgate? Would she now exist in a constant state of orgasmic flow? That sounded fun on the surface, but how would she ever get anything done? And what would happen when she had sex? Would she have a double orgasm? Could a person do that?
“Well, that was . . . ” Lucius peered at her through one bleary eye. “Spectacular? Or was it just me?”
Hermione nodded, debating whether to mention her affliction just yet. Could an orgasm be an affliction? That didn’t sound right. Yet she couldn’t help but worry. “Actually, I kind of can’t stop coming,” she replied, her tone conversational rather than apprehensive, which sounded absolutely mad.
Lucius chuffed in disbelief, too stoned to comprehend. “Are you saying you’re having an orgasm right now?”
“Yes.”
“I don’t hear you moaning,” Draco croaked. “And I don’t see you shaking. Are you sure your pussy isn’t just reminiscing, like an orgasm memory or something?”
Hermione shook her head. “It’s very low grade, but I know when I’m coming. It’s hard to miss.”
“Her vagina’s still thumping,” Severus mumbled into the pillow. “It’s not her imagination.”
“Maybe with all the energy buildup of tonight, it’s just taking a while for your body to cool down,” Draco suggested.
“Yes, I’m sure now that everything’s over, your pussy will start to relax,” Lucius assured her. “Just give it a minute.”
“I certainly hope so,” she sighed. “I’d like to go to sleep sometime tonight. I’m dead tired.”
Severus groaned in agreement.
Snorting lightly, Lucius pressed his lips to Snape’s shoulder and set off on a slow path toward his neck. “So you haven’t been imbued with the power of the Quartet tonight? I thought being the recipient of so much ‘magic’ might work some miracle on you.”
“I feel bloody fantastic,” Severus said in a groggy groan. “After the night we’ve had, I consider that a miracle.”
“I concur,” Lucius replied. “And for what it’s worth, I’m grateful you’re feeling better.”
Hermione tickled his hip with the side of her toe, and when he looked at her, she theatrically puckered her lips.
Grinning, Malfoy shifted over and lowered his face to hers. “You called, my lady?”
“I did. You owe me a kiss.”
“Do I?” he asked. “Are you sure you’d welcome a kiss from an arrogant curmudgeon such as myself? I’ve been told I’m quite a shit on occasion.”
Hermione lifted her chin and pecked his lips. “I forgive you. And I’m sorry I snapped at you in the bathroom. I said we’re all free to feel any way we need to, but then I got mad at you for feeling something I disagreed with. That wasn’t fair of me. I’m always going to stand up to anyone who tries to attack the three of you, even if it’s an inside job; but I don’t need to attack your stance in the process. That’s just an insane circle of hurt that’s never going to stop. And being angry with you makes me feel awful inside. Why would I do that to you or myself . . . or the Quartet? I love you, and I don’t ever want to forget that again.”
Lucius’s smile had completely disappeared, his face tight, jaw hard. If she hadn’t seen the liquid shine in his eyes, she might have thought he was angry.
“I love you too,” he whispered. “I love you so much it feels like I’m dying inside when I make you unhappy. That’s not how I want to live.”
With that, Lucius turned to Draco, and Hermione stared, dumbfounded, as he raised one hand to his son’s face. Equally startled, Draco’s eyes rounded, and his body went stiff as a board, ready to bolt.
Lucius cupped Draco’s jaw, and his thumb drifted along his cheek in a way that seemed natural but stilted, as if the movement were ingrained in his muscle memory—but had become rusty after years of disuse. “And . . . I know I don’t always show it, or even imply it, but . . . I love you too, Draco . . . all the time.” He paused to swallow. “No matter what.”
Draco blinked, his face blank, but after a few seconds, he nodded. Hermione couldn’t tell whether his silence was due to shock or denial. Probably both. And she wasn’t much better off, except for her the shock gave way to exultant tears, and before she knew it, her eyes were streaming down her face in buckets.
“Oh, love.” Lucius released Draco to come to her rescue, swiping away the wet tracks with the sides of his thumb. “Severus, do something for her so she can breathe. She can’t go to sleep like this.”
Snape blindly combed his fingers over her face, and the snot in her head vanished.
“There,” Lucius crooned. “Isn’t that better?”
“Unh huh.”
“Good.” He touched his mouth to hers in a gentle kiss. “Perhaps we should get up now and let you rest.”
“No, no,” Snape snarked into the pillow, “Let’s sleep like this all night. Hermione doesn’t need to breathe. And I’m sure my arse needs no respite after what you just did to it. We should be fine.”
Lucius gave him a petulant grind. “Don’t pretend you didn’t love it.”
“I never claimed otherwise,” Severus retorted. “Don’t you know a compliment when you hear it?”
“From you? No. But by all means, take that as a compliment.” Malfoy slowly pushed himself off Severus, wincing as his cock pulled free. “What did I do with my wand? There’s lube everywhere.” Raising his fingers to his nose, he sniffed them and shook his head. “Scratch that; it’s just Hermione’s cum. Sweet Circe, love. I can’t believe you have enough fluid in your body to remain conscious—speaking of which, I need the loo. I hope I can still piss with this thing,” he mumbled at his prick.
“I am a little light-headed,” she told Severus. “But that could just be from the never-ending orgasm.”
“You want some water?” Draco asked, his eyes on Lucius as he stumbled off the bed and staggered toward the bathroom. “I’ve got the glass right here. And it is my specialty.”
Hermione smirked. “Yeah. That sounds good.”
“You’ll have to let go of my cock. I’m flexible, but I’m not that flexible.”
“Oh! No. That’s for Severus,” she explained. Patting Snape’s back, she got him to lift his head. “I saved you something.”
Severus glanced over and arched one eyebrow. “You saved me a penis?”
“Don’t be ridiculous. It’s what’s inside that counts.” Releasing her pinched fingers, she peeled down Draco’s foreskin to reveal his creamy center. 
Severus puffed out a tired chuckle. “What a thoughtful gift. I don’t know how to thank you.”
“Oh, I’m sure you’ll find a way,” she said demurely. “A way with lots of sucking.”
“You read my mind, love.” 
Severus got his knees under him and reversed his hips, pulling himself from her opening with a sticky slide. As soon as his cock fell free, Hermione’s orgasm died—WHAM!—as if someone had cut off the circuit breaker in her sex.
“Fucking hell!” she gasped, one hand clasping her heart and the other clutching her pussy.
“Are you all right?” Severus murmured.
“Yeah.” She stretched open to her jaw to try to regulate the sudden pressure change in her head. “Orgasm stopped. Just a little out of it now. Tired.”
“You sure?”
She nodded. “Very sure. Don’t let me keep you from playing with your new present.”
He grinned and, keeping one eye on her, crawled backward until he’d aligned himself with Draco’s spunked junk. “Well, I have just the bedtime story to help you sleep. It’s about a boy with a white chocolate cock who ejaculated candy cum,” he said as he sank facedown into Draco’s blond thatch. “Would you like to hear it?” Looking up, Severus found them both staring, breathless with anticipation. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
“There once was a boy made of sweets,” he recited, looking directly at Draco as he lifted his spattered length with his thumb and forefinger. “Who liked to feed his guests treats.”
Severus leaned in, mouth opening. Almost touching. Almost. How could it take a person a millennium to travel two inches? For fuck’s sake, lick him already! 
His glistening tongue extended and—ever so lightly—brushed the tip of Draco’s head; everyone in the bed moaned in unison. Twice more, he bumped along the surface, but on the third attempt, Severus landed in the thickest pool of cream and set up camp. Back and forth, the textured nap of his taste buds swept up a healthy dose of semen, painting his tongue in bold pearlescent streaks. 
Closing his eyes, Severus pulled back and swirled the sample over his palate, as if savoring the flavor, and then, with a quiet groan, he swallowed. When he opened his eyes, a twinkling light sparkled through the bottomless black of his irises, and he finished his rhyme in a cheeky drawl, “He wanked in a cup . . . till he busted a nut . . . then he served it up fresh après huit.”
Delirious with exhaustion, Hermione started giggling—and couldn’t stop. “After eight is the proper time for the semen course; at least in civilized society. I would expect nothing less from a man of such refinement. But that wasn’t a story; it was limerick. And it’s hardly helping me sleep.”
Severus shrugged and went back to his snack. Flattening his tongue to the base of Draco’s cock, he licked a serpentine trail all the way up the back and then swooped in a sudden circle, turning the ridge of Draco’s glans into a high-speed roundabout. Cheering on the chase, Draco’s erection leapt up and down, which seemed to amuse Snape to no end. 
The only one not smiling was Draco, who exhaled through a grimace of need, the sound seeping from him like a leaky valve. Eyes half-lidded, he stared down at the man draped over his thighs, his breathing so purposeful and clipped, Hermione wondered if he was counting it out in his head. 
Although, it didn’t look as if he could count to two at the moment let alone pace his respiration.
“Good, isn’t he?” Hermione murmured.
Draco’s eyes darted to hers but then shot back to Severus, and she could see he’d been launched into a realm beyond words. 
Severus spent the next minute lapping up every speck of cream—visible and invisible. When he could find nothing more to lick, he engulfed the whole thing and sucked so hard his cheeks hollowed out.
Draco hissed through his teeth and tore at Snape’s hair to pull him off.
Meeting his eye, Severus began to ascend, his lips gliding up Draco’s reddened shaft like a kid with a candy cane. When he got to the top, he paused, and Hermione could tell by the fluttering in Draco’s abdomen that Snape was doing something sneaky.
A few seconds later, Severus released him with a pop, and Draco’s body collapsed with relief.
“Are you clean enough, or shall I do some detail work?” Severus asked.
Draco shook his head. “If I come again, I’m gonna turn into a raisin.”
“So I gathered,” Snape said between snickers. “We’ll pick this up some other time then.” 
A yawn echoed in the bowels of the bathroom, and Lucius appeared in the door, stretching his arms above his head. “Severus, stop torturing Draco. I want to go to sleep.” He padded over to the bed and rolled into his usual spot with a knackered grunt. “How are you still conscious enough for such antics? I feel like a piece of rawhide.”
Severus dragged himself into the space next to Lucius and flopped over on his back. Throwing out his arm, he wordlessly indicated that Hermione and Draco should be next to him. “I’m fairly certain I lost consciousness an hour ago; my body’s just acting on instinct.”
Hermione rolled out of the wet spot and shimmied up to his chest, where she rested her cotton-filled cranium. Sleeeeeep.
Severus patted her shoulder and kissed her head, but then extended his arm to welcome in Draco, who curled up behind her like a cuddly teddy bear—a teddy bear with some serious chub. Wiggling back into him, she gave him a place to park his wand for the night.
Draco growled and stilled her hips with a firm hand. “No more moving. Too sensitive.”
“Are we getting under the sheets?” Hermione asked through a loud yawn.
“No,” they all chorused roughly.
“Too hot,” Draco mumbled.
“Fine by me,” she laughed. “Is anyone going to kiss me goodnight?”
They all went for her at once, but Lucius got there first, taking an unfair shortcut overtop Snape. “Night, love.”
Hermione smiled and slid her fingers over the translucent stubble that shadowed his jaw. “Night, Lucius. Love you.” She brought her lips to his in a sweet kiss, but then thought better of it and plunged her tongue into his mouth. He could handle it; she’d seen him take far more from Snape.
He made a noise of surprise, but she noticed he didn’t pull away or try to overpower her—and when they parted, he just lay there, a comatose smile lighting his face.
Knew you’d like that.
Hermione craned her neck to look up at Severus. “Night, Daddy. I love you.”
He lifted his head and gave her a lingering peck on the lips but then fell back to the pillow with a grunt. “Love you. Save my real kiss for tomorrow when I’m awake enough to enjoy it.”
“‘Kay.” Hm! That might require some extra courses at breakfast. Tasty. Hermione twisted around to get Draco, but he was already up on one elbow, in her face, poised for action. “Oh! Hello, there.”
“Hello. You didn’t forget me, did you?”
“Never,” she insisted—and then snogged the hell out of him to prove it.
Draco made a startled noise, much like Lucius, but Hermione just grabbed him by the nape of the neck and gave his hair a tug. In no time he was moaning into her mouth the same way he’d moaned into Snape’s. Bloody hell, love! Don’t get me started.
Hermione placed her hand over his heart and eased him back before Muffy got any bright ideas about going for round three. “Night, Draco. Love you.”
“Love you too.”
“Now you kiss Severus. I want to watch.”
Draco snorted as if she were being silly, but she could tell by the way he grinned he was going to do it. Sure enough, once she’d gotten herself back into her spot, he leaned over her and pressed his mouth to Snape’s in what had to be the most awkwardly sweet kiss she’d ever seen. It wasn’t hot like the sex-snogging had been, but her heart hammered out a round applause and her stomach rolled with a tingly deluge of love. What a perfect way to say farewell to the day.
“‘Night, Severus,” Draco whispered, still smiling when they pulled apart.
Severus trailed his fingers down Draco’s face. “Goodnight, Draco.”
Turning into his touch, Draco kissed Snape’s palm, and she saw Snape’s teeth clench in a brief surge of longing, his eyes following Draco as he slid back into place behind her.
Hermione prodded Lucius in the nipple to wake him up. “Now you kiss Severus.”
Lucius chuckled and brushed away her finger. “I get the feeling this is your new favorite game.”
“It is.”
“Very well.” With a grunt of effort, Malfoy heaved himself up and propped his chin on Snape's shoulder. “Have you got one more in you? Our queen requests an audience.”
Severus smirked. “I’m prepared to do my duty for queen and country.”
Hermione watched with great interest as they carefully merged. Slow. Searching. As if it were the first time. She’d never seen them treat each other with such tenderness. Was that because of what had been said earlier, or had she just never been around to see this side of them?
Malfoy ended their connection with a regretful sigh. “Night, Severus.”
“Goodnight, Lucius.”
Closing his eyes, Lucius slunk down and placed his head on Snape’s chest, his hand curling around Hermione’s. “Goodnight, Draco . . . See you in the morning.”
For a second, Draco’s grip clawed into her hip, but then he relaxed, and she felt him exhale against her neck. “Goodnight, Father. Sleep well.”
Hermione bit into the sides of her tongue and blinked back her tears. Gods, she hoped Narcissa had seen that.
“Does your hand still hurt?” Draco asked Severus. “Maybe we shouldn’t sleep on your arm tonight.”
“Mmm,” Severus mumbled. “It’s fine. I can’t even feel it anymore. The salve has anesthetic properties.”
“Do you have to wear the bandage?” Lucius asked. “It smells like St. Mungo’s in here.”
They all heard the discomfort in his voice—he obviously hated to bring it up, but the scent must have been olfactory torture for him.
“I’ll check,” Severus said quietly. “I can always put on a clean bandage if it needs to stay covered.”
Everyone lifted their heads so he could move, and Hermione flopped back on the pillow, her eyelids dropping like anchors. It did reek of Murtlap in there; perhaps she’d been a bit overzealous with the application. The scent’s strength grew as Snape uncovered the gauze, but as soon as he vanished the bandages, the burning in her sinuses ceased.
“What the . . . ?”
Hermione’s eyes flew open. “What’s wrong?” she demanded.
“It’s better,” he whispered.
Everyone sat bolt upright, all eyes on his hand. The jagged cuts from earlier had already faded to a thin pink lines, as if the injury had happened weeks before instead of just hours. 
“I don’t understand,” Hermione choked out. “Did the Murtlap do this?”
Severus shook his head. “Murtlap can accelerate healing, but not to this degree, not with a wound that deep.”
Draco reached over Hermione to touch Snape’s knuckles. “And it doesn’t hurt? At all?”
“Not at all.” Severus made a fist and turned his hand from side to side, inspecting it in the light. “It doesn’t even feel tight.”
“The power of the Quartet compels you,” Lucius said wryly. “Merlin . . . I was hoping to give you a shove down the healing path, but I never expected to catapult you across the continent.”
“I can’t believe this,” Severus muttered. “I am awake, aren’t I?”
“Yes,” Hermione assured him, giving his fingers a squeeze. “It’s real. Did you feel anything while we were having sex? Did your skin ever tingle or burn? Or maybe feel cold?”
“Nothing. I’m not even sure when I stopped noticing it. I remember it aching when I was talking to Lucius in the bathroom, but . . . I’m not sure after that.”
“Well, what matters is that it healed,” Draco said. “The magic helped you.”
“Yes,” Hermione echoed, lost in her racing imagination. “Maybe the magic is actually healing us constantly, and we just don’t know it. That could be another reason we feel so much better.”
Snape’s brow furrowed, and he stared at their joined hands, deep in thought. “Anything’s possible. We have no idea how Quartet magic works. We’re just guessing as we go along.”
“Yeah, but we don’t really have to guess,” Hermione said, placing her hand to his chest, urging him to lie down and rest. When he acquiesced and reclined into his usual place, she wrapped herself around him once more and smashed her cheek up against his thudding heart. “The energy has always guided us in the right direction, whether we knew about it or not. Maybe we don’t have to figure out anything; maybe we just have to go where the magic takes us.”
Lucius stretched out across from her and stacked his hand atop theirs. “Go where the magic takes us,” he mused. “This from the girl who spends so much time with her nose in my books she’s got ink stains up her nostrils. I can’t believe you of all people are suggesting intuition over intellect.”
“I’m suggesting no such thing,” she exclaimed in horror. “I think we should research everything we can find on the subject; I’m just saying our instincts haven’t lead us astray, so perhaps our learning should focus on the experiential.”
Draco collapsed into his spot behind her and slung his arm over her waist. “I like the way you say experiential. You make learning sound dirty.”
“Learning is always sexy,” she said in her prissiest prefect voice.
“That would explain why you’re the sexiest witch I know.”
Lucius grinned. “And why Severus is the sexiest wizard we know?”
“Don’t start with me,” Severus warned. “I’m too tired.”
“What?” Lucius asked innocently. “Am I no longer permitted to express my desire for you? I always thought you rather enjoyed that.”
Hermione looked up at Severus. “You are pretty damn sexy. And some correlation between brain size and cock size might explain your . . . giftedness.”
He shook his head, but she saw the corners of his mouth twitching. “If that were true, Ravenclaw would be hosting far more orgies than they do.”
“I don’t know what they get up to in that tower, and neither do you,” Hermione countered. “But I’ll ask Luna next time I see her.”
Draco’s guffaw puffed a hole through the back of her hair.
“Could we not discuss Miss Lovegood in the context of orgies immediately before bed,” Severus pleaded in a weary voice. “I don’t want this to be the night my nightmares return.”
Hermione shrugged. “We can discuss anything you like. I’m easy.”
Snickering, Lucius drew his finger down her chin. “I’d like to discuss your easiness.”
“I hardly think this is the appropriate time for any discussion,” Severus groused. “Am I the only one who’s bordering on delirium? It feels as if we’ve been awake for a month straight.”
“But I have ever so many interesting topics on my mind,” Lucius slurred, his eyes already shut. “Like, who’s going to turn out the lights? Because I’m not getting up to find my wand.”
“I’ve got it,” Severus told him.
The room went dark, and Hermione suddenly felt as though she’d chugged a whole bottle of Dreamless Sleep.
“Lift up,” Severus whispered.
Hermione felt Draco moving behind her, but after Severus got his arm back around him, they both went still.
The room fell into peaceful quiet.
And in the silence, Hermione swore she heard the beating of each of their hearts. The pace of which began to slow as they drifted off. Thump thump thump thump. Thump . . . thump . . . thump . . . thump.
Until they beat in unison.
THUMP. 
Thump.
For a several seconds, she hovered in the space between consciousness and unconsciousness.
Thump.
Her world condensed to the sound of her own pulse in her ears—and simultaneously expanded to merge with the heartbeat of love that surrounded her. In that moment she was complete.
Content.
Safe.
Theirs.
Thump.
Canon—A cannon is a piece of music where the players (be they voice or music) all play the same basic tune, but at different times, layering atop one another in a fusillade of sound. A round is a type of cannon, but a round’s tune can start over when it finishes so the song can just go round and round.
“‘The Power of Love’ by Huey Lewis and the News. Written by Huey Lewis, Chris Hayes, and Johnny Colla and released in June of 1985.
‘The Power of Love’ is a 1985 single by Huey Lewis and the News, written for and featured in the 1985 blockbuster film Back to the Future which stars Michael J. Fox and Christopher Lloyd. It gave the band their first number-one hit on the U.S. Billboard Hot 100[1] and their second number-one hit on the U.S. The song was nominated for an Academy Award for Best Original Song at the 58th Academy Awards but lost to Lionel Richie's ‘Say You, Say Me.’”—Wikipedia
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=KCkgYhtz64U
“The power of the Quartet compels you” is a nod to William Peter Blatty’s The Exorcist.
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