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Quartet	By : OracleObscured Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 128263 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 11
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A/N: DS: "Although I’m unsure whether I would attend a dinner party there"
--*Snort * I know. I'd be starving. (And I'm not totally against raw seafood if it's supposed to be raw.)
There is finally some more smut coming up. I had to feed them first :)
"Looks like Draco is going to reap the benefits of their arrogance"
--We'll see :D
9—Exposition
“Only the beginning. Only just the start.”—Chicago
(Lucius)
Snape’s glare shot across the table and stabbed him like a dagger. “Well, that went well. You’re not going to let her leave with him, are you?”
"What am I supposed to do? I can't start groveling after I said I wouldn't; she'll have my bollocks as a silk purse if I back down now."
"I don't think she actually meant groveling. I think she just wants some assurance that we're not going to treat her like a Knockturn Alley whore."
"You know very well I only treat real whores like whores. She's just a bit of fun."
"Are you going to go after them? If you don't do it now, they're going to be out that door; and I don't even want to think about what your son plans to do with my custard."
Lucius sighed. "What the hell am I supposed to say?"
"How should I know?" Snape shot back. "I'm not exactly the poster boy for charming coercion. Just work some of your damn blond unicorn sparkle magic on her."
Lucius smirked. "Did you just say blond unicorn sparkle magic? What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
"Oh, please, you know exactly what I mean," Snape said with an exasperated huff. "Women flock to you as if they’re dying to pet your mane and stroke your horn. Use your goddamn shiny coat to get her back here. You got me all set on this idea, and now you're just going to let her leave with Draco."
"Me! This was your idea. You're the one who couldn't stop talking about her arse."
"Only because you wouldn't stop talking about her mouth."
A pang of longing rolled through his groin at the mention of that talented tongue. "I was merely pointing out the benefits of being with a woman. No offense, but you're about as soft as the Whomping Willow. I wanted to . . .”
Severus held up one hand to stop him. "I know," he said with a weary sigh. "Me too. We need a female in the bed to balance things out. Something's missing with Narcissa gone."
Lucius was glad it wasn’t just his imagination. "Do you really think she's the right one to . . . bring in? She's awfully young."
Snape rolled his eyes. "You saw the way she responded as well as I did. Stop acting as if we're replacing Narcissa. We both know that will never happen. But Granger is an extremely good match for us; we should take advantage of that while we can."
"What about Draco? What are we going to do about him?"
Severus stood. "I'm not sure yet. But you'd better be a bit nicer, or Granger's going to side with him. She loves an underdog."
"Where are you going?" Lucius asked as Snape strode toward the door.
"To get her to come back."
Lucius slid out of his chair and followed after him, both of them rushing through the halls in pursuit of their guest.
"Miss Granger," Severus called in a warning tone as he rounded the corner.
Draco and Hermione were silhouetted in the open front door, but they both turned at the sound of the Snape's voice.
"It's rude to leave in the middle of dinner."
Hermione and Draco looked at each other in mild confusion. She shook her head and waited for Snape to get closer so they didn’t have to shout. "I beg your pardon?"
"You left with no warning, and I was not finished saying goodbye."
She blinked at him, flabbergasted. "You weren't?"
"Hardly. Your point has been taken, so if you're done making your dramatic exit, I would appreciate it if you returned to the library with me to finish our dinner conversation."
Her eyes narrowed, and she lifted her head as if appraising Severus through an invisible pair of bifocals. Lucius’s heart gave an unexpected lurch of panic. What had he done? All week he’d been fixated on the memory of their romp in the library, the look on her face as the orgasm hit, the soft warmth of her lips wrapped around his cock, the feel of her fingers clutching his hand, as if she were searching for his support, as if she might collapse under the onslaught of bliss without his help; and with just one moment of prideful pique, he’d stuck his foot in his mouth and kicked in his own teeth.
"And Mr. Malfoy?" she asked.
Her penetrating stare shot to Lucius, and for an instant, he was terrified by the thought that she could see straight through to his soul.
Stopping at Snape’s side, Lucius took a deep breath and inclined his head in acknowledgment of her skepticism. "I would also like you to return to the library. I think we should discuss some things."
Hermione looked at Draco again, and Lucius noticed the tendons popping out in his son’s neck as his jaw clenched in silent fury, his custardy schemes having been thwarted.
She nodded slowly. "I’d very much like to have a discussion with you both, but I think I should talk it over with my date first. If you’ll just give us a moment."
Lucius nodded courteously and held his breath as she pulled Draco in for a private conference. What he wouldn’t give for one of those confounded Weasley Extendable Ears right about then. What on earth could she be saying, and why would Draco ever agree? There was some whispering back and forth, and then Draco gave her a tight nod and stood up again, flexing his arm around her shoulders and shooting Lucius a vengeful sneer when she wasn’t looking.
“A chat in the library sounds lovely, Mr. Malfoy. Would you care to lead the way?”
Lucius couldn’t believe his luck. She must have been one hell of a persuasive witch to talk Draco into staying. “Yes, of course. Please follow me.”
Lucius met Severus's eye as they turned toward the hall. He knew exactly what Snape was thinking. Time to sparkle, Lucius.
When they reached the library, Lucius doubled back and waited until Draco released Hermione so she could walk through the door ahead of him. Not missing a beat, he held out his hand to her. "Please allow me to escort you."
She accepted his offer with only a slight hesitation, but that pause told him that talking her into staying would take some effort on his part. This wasn’t negotiation—this was seduction. Both required intuition and artistry, but negotiations were won with bluster, whereas seduction’s sway came from the pelvis. He had to ease her into it, gently urging her pussy to take command. He didn't want cautious consent, he wanted her hungry for him and Severus, the way she'd been after her spanking.
Leading her over to the couch, he invited her to sit next to Snape. "Draco, pour the champagne. Use the tall flutes on the bottom shelf."
Draco grumbled under his breath but went to the liquor cabinet and began to search for acceptable libations.
Lucius sat on Hermione's other side, just as he had the weekend before, except this time he immediately put his left arm around her shoulders. He needed to test her willingness and get her used to the physical contact.
Leaning in, he reached over to brush the back of her hand with his fingertips. She was softer than a petal, and his stomach pitched severely to the left; the visceral reaction made him realize he needed a dose of womanly warmth even more than he'd admitted to himself. "I'm glad you were willing to hear us out. We didn't mean to offend you in the dining room."
She stared at his fingers for a second then looked him in the eye. "I wasn't offended. I just didn't want to be misunderstood."
Her hand stayed on the couch, suggesting she wasn’t averse to his touch or proximity. Trailing his fingers up her arm, he moved in closer. "What misunderstanding were you hoping to avoid?"
"Well," she said thoughtfully. "I guess if you're intending to do what we did last weekend—or more—I want to know what you have in mind. And I want you to understand that I won't be turned into your Mudblood whore. I'm here because I'm interested, not because I want to be mistreated."
Lucius leaned away from her, taken aback. Although he'd used the word many times in the past, just hearing her accuse him of thinking it now was a blow he hadn’t been expecting. "That word has not been spoken in this house in over a decade."
Snape grimaced sympathetically. "I know you've had an unpleasant history with Lucius, but I assure you, Miss Granger, his repentance is genuine; and he hasn’t expressed such sentiments about you or anyone else since Azkaban."
"And I do not treat any woman like a whore. I haven't even been with any other women since Narcissa. In all the years you've been coming here with Draco, have I ever given you any reason to believe I thought you unworthy?"
She slowly shook her head, her eyes flashing with something akin to pain. "No. I apologize. I didn't mean to make light of your past or imply that you didn't love your wife. I know you did. But you do have a reputation as a womanizer. And although I've been here many times over the years, you've scarcely spoken to me. I have no idea what you're thinking. And you must see how dangerous this is for me—not just socially but physically. Letting ex-Death Eaters have their way with me doesn't exactly scream sanity. I have to know that you're not going to do anything to harm me. My fantasy could quickly become my nightmare."
Lucius hadn't considered that. Assault wasn't something he had to guard against since the Dark Lord’s demise. He knew what it was like to be threatened with bodily harm, but he'd never thought about how a witch might feel that threat from a casual shagging. Fucking was supposed to be fun, not terrifying. And she was right, of all the likely candidates for rape, Death Eaters topped the list. Damn. That was why she wanted groveling. If she had some measure of control over him, she'd feel safer. While he had no intention of resorting to begging, he wanted to reassure her that they meant no harm.
Lucius put his hand over hers, gently stroking the backs of her fingers. "I didn't consider that. Would it make you feel better to know that those womanizing rumors are just rumors? I haven't been with any woman except my wife since our wedding day."
She nodded. "That helps a bit. What is it you're hoping to get from . . . this?"
Lucius glanced over at Draco. He didn't like revealing something so personal with so many people present—especially not his son—but he knew she needed a real answer. "I simply want the pleasure of a woman's touch."
She seemed to understand that need, because she tickled his palm with her fingertips the way only a witch could. "That's it? You don't want to hogtie me and whip me till I call you master?"
His brows shot toward the ceiling. "Where on earth did you get that idea?"
She shrugged. "I don't know what you're into."
Severus spoke in his defense, "Lucius isn't a sadist, Miss Granger. He's a sensualist. He wants touch. Having you over his knee was simply another manifestation of that. We both enjoy a bit of domination, but Lucius's desire for control stems from his need for physical pleasure. Rough touches can be just as pleasurable as soft touches—as you already well know."
She turned to look at Snape. "What about you? Why do you want this?"
Snape's face went slack, the blank expression of Occlumency kicking in automatically after years of guarded confessions.
"I won't lie to you, my tastes are darker than Lucius's. My desire for domination is not about touch; it's about control. I'm not saying I want you to be my slave; I'm merely saying I enjoy a submissive partner."
Hermione looked back and forth between them. "So is Lucius submissive to you?"
Lucius sputtered with repressed laughter, and he could see Severus struggling to remain stoic.
"No, Miss Granger," Snape answered. "Lucius and I are . . . difficult to label. There's not really a power dynamic between us."
Draco leaned over the couch, holding out bubbling glasses to both Severus and Hermione. She smiled at him and held his hand as she took her champagne, her body relaxing at the contact. What the hell was going on between them?
"Thank you, Draco," she said softly. "What are your intentions with me?"
Draco stared at her for a long time, apparently weighing his answer carefully before speaking. "You know what I want. It's not complicated."
She smiled and kissed his fingers before letting go. "May I ask you a personal question about your wife, Mr. Malfoy?"
"I suppose."
"Did you and Snape shag her together?"
He smiled wistfully. "Yes, we did."
"And did she like it?"
Lucius glanced at Draco as his son handed him a glass and then slid into the same chair he'd taken the weekend before. It seemed inappropriate to discuss his wife’s sexual preferences in front of his son, but Draco didn’t even flinch at the question. "Yes, she did. A great deal. I never would have continued to do something she didn't want just as much as I did."
Hermione sipped her champagne. "I don't know how to go about something like this. I've never been with more than one person before."
Severus studied her intently, and Lucius wondered what Snape could see that he couldn't. Was there some unfortunate sexual experience in her past? Was she just dying for a decent shag? Was she attracted to one of them more than the other?
"Before anything happens you should pick a safe word," Snape said in a low, soothing tone. "Whether it's with us or anyone else."
"Can't you just read my mind?"
Snape sighed and took a sip from his glass. "I don't know if you've ever tried to perform Legilimency while in the throes of passion, but I assure you it is not only difficult but distracting. I always get general flashes of insight, but that's not really controllable. Besides, Lucius and Draco are not Legilimens, and you need to be communicating clearly with everyone."
She nodded. "How about red for stop?"
"I don't like using words that might crop up in the course of a sexual encounter. There are many instances where you might say red."
She blushed.
"For instance, your face is now extremely red," he observed dryly. "How about bookworm? It's not something you’d accidentally say, and I know how you like literary associations."
Hermione smiled. "I guess that sounds fine. What about you two? Do you have safe words?"
Lucius smirked. "We do, but I don't think we'll have any problems pulling you off the other if you get too voracious."
"Mine's Firebolt," Draco volunteered. "I've never had to use it with anyone, but Granger's braver than the average witch. I think my odds are good."
Lucius didn't know if he meant good that he'd have to use it or good that he'd remain silent. "Let's just start out slowly. Let me get this," Lucius said as he took the glass from her hand.
After setting both their drinks on the table, he leaned back and slid his arm around her shoulders again. They needed to keep things moving so she didn’t have time to get cold feet. Scooping up her hand in his, he kissed her fingers. The scent of chocolate still clung to her skin. When he gave her a testing lick, her breathing hitched, which he took as an excellent sign. Laving her soft knuckles, he tickled his way between her index and middle fingers with a wet flicker. Was that a gasp? You liked that, didn't you?
Resting her hand in his lap, he left her cocoa-flavored fingers near his flies—just as a friendly suggestion—and slid his hand up her knee. Mmm. Soft. Silk. His hand snaked under her skirt, and her eyes went as dark as Snape's custard. Bloody hell. She's even more excited than I am.
He drew slow, deliberate circles along her thigh to tranquilize and tantalize. When she relaxed, he’d cup that warm flesh and pull her legs open. But not yet. Poking Snape in the shoulder with his left hand, Lucius gestured that some help would be appreciated.
"How's that feel?" Lucius purred. "Nice?"
Hermione nodded. "I like it."
An almost imperceptible snort came from Snape’s direction. "Start on her neck; I'll get her in the mood."
Lucius knew exactly what he meant. They had both already deduced what tripped her trigger. Severus would provide the dominance, and Lucius would tease out her inner nymphette with some strategic stroking. Teamwork. Giving her one last wicked grin, he slowly moved in, brushing his nose along her cheek. "Let's see how wet you can get."
His lips grazed her jaw just below her ear, and he kissed his way down the slope of her neck. She sighed in pleasure, her head rolling to one side, offering him the vulnerable curve of her carotid. After each peck, he lightly lapped the point of contact. Kiss and lick. Up and down. She tasted scrumptious.
"Open wide, Miss Granger," Snape said in his silkiest voice.
God damn! Lucius's cock liked hearing that even if he wasn’t the intended target. That man could talk any hearing human to orgasm. Sometimes right before Malfoy came, Snape would start hissing the filthiest phrases imaginable. Any restraint Lucius might have in reserve would be whispered away on a riptide of filthy pillow talk. Granger didn’t stand a chance. Latching onto her sweet neck, Lucius added a bonus nip to clinch the deal.
"That's it," Snape murmured. "Suck." The sibilance was drawn out so the dark pop of the “k” sounded particularly lewd, like a cock popping from the suction of a lover’s mouth. The man was a bloody wordsmith.
Lucius knew without looking that Severus had his thumb in her mouth. It was a prelude of things to come. Her talents were being tested and her mindset manipulated. Her hungry sirs from last week would be fed with probing fingers and heated commands.
And her response was impressive—quivering thighs, accelerated respiration, pulse skipping across his tongue. But those clues weren’t nearly as blatant as the wanton parting of her legs. Lucius smiled to himself. "Good girl."
A soft moan of excitement hummed from her throat, tickling his lips. The sweet sound of feminine arousal. How he’d missed those lyrical notes of longing. Not that he didn’t love the chorus of hisses and grunts Snape provided, he just missed the harmony of the female voice. She was a breathy little ball of tension.
At the top of her thigh, his fingers found a berm of bare skin. Stockings! What a clever little witch we've chosen. One finger climbed higher, and he discovered that she was even more brilliant than Draco had led him to believe. No knickers.
"Naughty girl," he murmured, chuckling in her ear. "How can I steal your panties if you're not wearing any? Were you hoping to get this pussy petted tonight?"
"Mm-hmm," she moaned around Snape's thumb.
Lucius grinned at Severus. "Wait'll you see what she's got on under here."
Snape quirked an eyebrow and pulled his thumb from between her lips, leaving a wet trail down her chin. He caressed her knee for a moment before creeping under her skirt. The hem of her dress climbed higher, no longer able to resist the pull. Snape's hand brushed along the back of his, and Lucius grinned as Severus discovered the fluffy warmth of her muff; there was no mistaking the flare of Snape's nostrils or the flinty spark in his eye. The Potion master’s long fingers danced between his own, playing over her quim like a concert pianist. Her breathing was suddenly ragged with arousal, and she grabbed hold of Lucius's crotch as if he was a broom handle—which, to be honest, was a fair comparison in his current state.
Snape's right arm, abandoned its lazy resting place along the back of the couch, and Lucius felt Snape’s fingers on his neck, urging him to return to her throat.
Severus wasted no time, delicately stroking her slit so the silky secretions flowed from her like an oil spill. Lucius gently pulled aside her labium to assist, and she panted and squeezed his erection as if she were on the brink of convulsing. You’d better hold on. We're not even close to being done with you. One of Snape's fingers traced the peaks of her exposed inner flesh, and her hips jerked in excitement.
"I think she's ready, Severus. Stop teasing her."
"Legs wide, Miss Granger. We need room."
She spread her legs as far as she could, pressing her knees against them both. Her dress struggled to keep its grasp on her silken thighs, but Lucius gave it a friendly shove so they could see what they were doing.
"Much better," Snape said evenly.
Locking her gaze on her exposed sex, she followed the path of their hands with avid attention. Snape eased his middle finger into her depths, and she sank her teeth into her lower lip, literally biting back her whimper. Lucius moved north while Severus manned the southern gates. Her nipples were solid—stiff enough to be felt through her clothing, and Lucius ran his thumb over one budding nub. She met his eyes, her face tight with passion and possibly panic.
"Do you like that?" he whispered. Drawing his mouth over her velvety cheek, he found her ear again. A little reassurance would settle her nerves. "Don't you just love what he can do with those hands? Put your leg over his. Let him see everything."
Her expression was hopeful; and he surmised that she found both their control and approval to be equally erotic. He could provide plenty of both.
When she did as requested, Lucius tweaked her nipple in reward. "Mmmmmm. Our own little Gryffindor princess. Have you ever been fucked by a Slytherin?"
"No, sir," she whispered.
“How about an older man?” His tongue flickered around her ear. "We don't take sex lightly. It’s not a pastime, it’s an art. And we're both masters of our medium. Severus has a cock that can leave you speaking Parseltongue; and I know how much you enjoyed sucking my serpent last week. Do you think you can charm both our snakes tonight?"
"Yes, sir."
"We'll see. Why don't you tell Severus how much you want his cock. I know he'd like to hear that."
Lucius didn’t just want to fuck this witch, he wanted to share her with Severus, to reignite the spark that made them so explosive. Granger was the gunpowder, and it was time to light a match.
"Beginnings" by Chicago. 1969. Written by Robert Lamm.
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=lI-BMDnti4c
Exposition—exposition is the initial presentation of the thematic material of a musical composition, movement, or section. The use of the term generally implies that the material will be developed or varied.—Wikipedia
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