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A Bite to Remember	By : dragoon811 Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 10217 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Part One
- 2-Part Two
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Author's notes: Many thanks to krazyredhead and StrongHermione for your fantastic beta/Brit-pick work, and Vanessa, Toby, and Jesi for being my cheerleaders! You gals are lifesavers!

Chapter One
Hermione adjusted her mask, thankful for its presence. There were so many women crowded into the Ministry bathroom – which had, thankfully, been cleaned for the event. Last Samhain, she'd heard, they had set off perfuming charms and called it done – and she hated being recognized at events. It always turned into her trying to politely extricate herself from claustrophobic conversations with coattail-riding adulators.
Ugh. Really, she should quit the Ministry and find a new, more fulfilling occupation.
Still, the mask was doing its job and no one had recognised her. It was a sexy thing, black velvet edged in rhinestones that caught the light and brought more attention to her eyes than her rather identifiable hair. Making a face at her reflection, Hermione touched up her lipstick and fought her way into a cubicle, desperate for a pee.
It took several moments of struggling with her dress before she gave up and removed it, using a temporary Sticking Charm to keep it off the floor. Sitting uncomfortably in her too-tight strapless bra and her knickers around her ankles, Hermione stroked the delicate velvet fabric with a smile. She loved the dress. She'd spent two weeks with Ginny, poring over ideas. It was designed for one specific purpose.
To make Severus Snape lose control.
She shuffled her precarious heels against the tile floor. So far, her dress hadn't won her anything more from her beau of the past year (year and a half if you asked him) but both eyebrows raising when they'd met up hours ago in the main room with the rest of the guests as the clock chimed midnight to signal the start of the evening. Granted, those eyebrows, arched expressively behind the matte black mask, was a triumph in and of itself. Shame his eyes were so impossible to read even without the slight covering.
Hermione fiddled with the stockings she wore as other witches took their turns fixing makeup or hair or using the adjacent stall. She was still surprised they'd managed to keep things secret this long. Oh, Harry and Ron knew, even if they still didn't quite understand, but they'd managed to keep it out of the press and away from the general public. The only reason they'd come to the ball was because they could wear masks. Otherwise, they'd have made their excuses and spent an evening in at either her rarely-used flat or his rather remote home.
In all of their time together – and he did insist it was a year and a half and that she just hadn't been paying proper attention while he was courting her the first six months, damn his tendency towards the subtle – and especially since they'd gleefully taken themselves off to the bedroom, Severus had been... holding back. Not just in bed, but something else that eluded her, and it was driving her mad. So she'd settled for trying to drive him wild in bed: it wasn't that their sex life wasn't good, or that he wasn't a fantastic lover (and thank Merlin, he was amazing), either. She loved their lovemaking, but he always held back, his jaw tight and occasionally he'd bury his head in her neck, panting though barely-parted lips. He'd refuse to look at her until he'd calmed, and was on edge a while after.
It was a mystery, a puzzle, and she wanted answers.
Scowling, Hermione finished her business and began struggling back into her dress. She wasn't looking forward to pushing her way out of the lavatory in search of Severus. Finding a man dressed all in black at a Samhain ball was going to be difficult.

Blushing madly, Hermione pushed her way through the crowd. When she'd read the pamphlet passed around containing the relaxed...well... standards... for the evening, she hadn't imagined that it would more or less devolve into an orgy of flesh and lovemaking. Oh, some couples were on the dance floor, or sitting at tables, but more still were at the buffet painting each other with fruit or chocolate. And then there was the champagne fountain, or the alcoves covered with gauzy curtains that did nothing to truly disguise the goings-on behind them. So many couples, or threesomes, or moresomes, going at it in the rather decadent atmosphere the Ministry had provided.
Worst of it was, she was fairly certain she'd just seen Arthur tupping Molly. She'd recognise the patented 'Weasley Arse' anywhere. Merlin knew she'd run into enough of them during childhood summers.
In the expansive halls, those not wishing to watch or partake of the carnal festivities gathered with their crystal glasses and selected canapés from various trays that floated at just the right height as they meandered aimlessly up and down the hall.
As she'd thought, picking Severus out of the knots of wizards and witches was not as easy as it normally was. Most were wearing black, or masks, and many had coloured their hair. Hermione checked her mask again out of reflex, nodding politely at the group of witches she was fairly certain were in the elite MLE squad, judging by the prominent display of their wands and the casual grace with which they moved.
Oddly enough, she found Severus in an otherwise-empty hall thanks to Lucius Malfoy. Who else would wear such robes? The alcove the two were conversing in was well-hidden and she would have passed by if it wasn't for Lucius's train. It shimmered in the candle-glow, seemingly a creamy white satin but where the light hit gleamed with jewel tones of green, blue, and purple. She was fairly certain it even had gold trim. Real gold, that is.
"You promised," Lucius hissed, and Hermione paused, pressing herself by an office door and listening curiously.
"I did no such thing." Definitely Severus's voice, that even, mellifluous tone coloured with amusement.
"Don't tread that line with me, you know I'm far more clever than that."
"You were well into your cups, how can you be trusted to remember what I may or may not have said?"
They obviously hadn't heard her coming, so Hermione leaned forward to look. Lucius's fists were clenching convulsively at his side, and he straightened. To her surprise, he looked better than he had since, well, the war (not that losing his wife had helped much). Despite the tall peacock-feathered mask she could tell that he was no longer gaunt, and when he cursed with a dramatic sweep of his arm she could see that he was very fit. Fitter than he had been three months ago, when she'd last seen him.
"I have already set up the accounts and passed the businesses to Draco." Severus must have been unmoved by whatever this declaration meant. "Severus, surely you don't wish to be alone as long as you will? As you can see, I am in, shall we say, peak condition," Lucius wheedled.
"Oh, come now, Lucius," Severus replied from the shadows. Hermione couldn't see him from her vantage point, and clearly other man wasn't paying attention to his surroundings. "You do know I have Hermione."
Hermione blinked in surprise. Well, that was more of a commitment from him than she'd heard aloud! Damn Severus and his tendency to hold back...
"But have you told her?" She watched one silk-clad arm raise, reaching into the alcove. "As you've told me? After all we've shared over the years, Severus..." Lucius leaned forward, his head tilted at an angle she herself was so familiar with, knowing just how to kiss Severus without bumping into his nose.
"Stop." The silken command was bit out and the other man froze. "No, she does not know, as you are well aware. I have yet to broach the subject."
Was he talking about his past with the head of the Malfoy family? Because Hermione was definitely aware of it. She'd done her research – in depth – and had found some very interesting photographs in a collection she'd confiscated from Skeeter on an unrelated blackmail charge.
Very sexy photographs, to be honest.
They hadn't been turned in with the rest of the evidence. Hermione had told herself that it was to protect Severus, war hero and all, not because she wanted to keep the bloody things... Which may or may not reside currently in the toy box under her bed and have been the subject of many a fantasy.
A tray floated towards the two men and Lucius offered a tidbit to Severus, who refused. When the tray continued on, Hermione could see why. It was a selection of savoury delicacies – chicken salad on crisp crackers and roasted beef rolled around spring onions and some sort of sausage. Her mouth watered at the aroma, but she dared not risk giving away her position by snacking.
"My how you've changed." Lucius was laying on the charm. "Once, you would have kept your word, and myself at your side."
Severus snorted. "Perhaps the champagne's gone to your head, Lucius. If I had given my word, you know I would honour it, if only at my discretion."
"Bastard."
"My parents were unhappily married, as you know."
A mock sigh came from the blond. "Alas, my friend, you speak the truth." His head turned and Hermione darted back quickly. "Speaking of your witch, where has she gotten off to? Have you lost her already?"
There was a pause. "She went to the lavatory, and has been eavesdropping on us for a while now, if you must know."
Flushing, Hermione took that as her cue and pushed away from the door, into the hall. "How on earth did you know?"
Severus's eyes glittered strangely behind his mask, raking over her form. She shivered at the heat and possessiveness behind the gaze. "I always know precisely where you are."
"You haven't put a Tracking Charm on me," she challenged, heels clacking as she moved closer. "I do check every day."
Severus merely smirked at her.
"Then it shall remain a mystery until he chooses to tell you," Lucius drawled. He gave her an elegant bow and brought her hand to his mouth. "Miss Granger. You are positively ravishing this Samhain. And such a blush in your cheeks! Surely this isn't your first party of hedonistic delights?"
"If it was, would I tell you?" she bantered. "My department has dealt with you enough to know that any answer, affirmative or negative, would grant you far too much leverage."
Delighted, Lucius dropped her hand, laughing. "Charming as ever. I can see why you want to wait, Severus."
"Wait for what?" Hermione asked before she could stop herself, eyes on Severus once more. He stepped forward. "Oh, so that was your costume for the evening."
"Of course." He wore nothing outlandish in comparison to her own dress, yet the addition of the mask and dangerous-looking fangs lent him an unusual air. "Most assume I am merely dressed as a persona, unaware that I am indeed who I appear."
"Clever." Hermione accepted his arm and they moved further down the corridor and away from the faint sounds of the soiree. Lucius accompanied them, the train of his robes trailing behind him. Compared to the two men, she felt rather under-dressed. Her dress, black for the occasion and to appeal to the austere wizard beside her, wrapped around her like ropework, supporting her breasts and crisscrossing in diamond patterns down her back and arms; the skirt a fall of crushed velvet and lace. Jet-black crystals sewn into the lace at the breasts protected her modesty all while drawing the eye to what lingered just behind the thin layer glittering with each step.
She could feel the steel gaze of the man behind her, spine tingling. It was deliciously naughty, she decided, to be ogled by the attractive blond all while holding firmly to Severus.
After a few moments, she spoke. "Where are we going?"
"Curiosity killed the cat," Severus replied flatly.
"Satisfaction brought it back," Hermione countered swiftly.
"I see why you like her," Lucius interjected unhelpfully.
"Do shut up," Severus muttered. He stopped at Hermione's own office door, his hand gently on the back of her neck. "Both of you, get inside. I have no desire to do this in the hall."
He lifted her wards with ease and motioned for Lucius to go first before allowing Hermione to pass, his hand moving from her neck and sweeping down her spine. She shivered and Severus followed them, her wards falling smoothly back into place.
Lucius tsk'd at Severus's elegant wave. "Sit? In these robes? You must be joking."
Severus ignored his friend. "You've been patient, witch, ask." Removing his mask, Severus dropped into her desk chair and propped his feet on the sole corner free of paperwork; Hermione took one of the two plush chairs she reserved for clients.
"What did he mean?"
Severus's teeth gleamed in a smile. "Be specific, Hermione, and be very certain that you desire the truth."
Hermione tilted her head, considering his words. It wasn't often that he was reticent to tell her something. He either told her something straight out or merely declined to answer. When he was reluctant... it usually didn't bode well. Her hair, piled on her head, leaned its weight precariously on the pins holding it in place and she straightened her spine.
"There's something you've been holding back from me," she told him, ignoring Lucius. "And I want to know it is. All of it," she added at his raised brow. "No more holding back."
"I told you she was astute," Severus said wryly, eyes on his friend. Lucius nodded and pulled a flask from where it was hidden in his robes. It vanished just as neatly after he'd slaked his thirst. He turned to Hermione. "As you know, he and I share a past."
Hermione laughed. "Please don't tell me that you two had a thing, because if that's all it is, I already know and don't care. Unless it's still on-going." She gave Severus a tight smile. "Because you know precisely what I'm capable of."
"Don't be insulting," Severus told her firmly over Lucius's delighted laugh. "You know full well that I am nothing if not loyal." Hermione relaxed. "And I know you have the photos, witch, never fear."
"How?!" she asked, indignant. "Were you going through my things?"
"Never. Rather, I arranged for them to be found. By you."
"You were the tip." Hermione rubbed her temples just above her mask.
"I was, actually. I was growing bored with the witch." Lucius tossed his hair over his shoulder, peacock mask catching the light of the candles.
"It was necessary," Severus told her. "Again – he and I have a past, and it is not necessarily a tidy or entirely legal one. Before I go further, I must have your word that you will tell no one in any way, shape, or form of the content of this conversation."
Frowning, Hermione considered him. She loved him, yes, and her gut reaction was to give him her promise. Still... she hadn't gotten to the head of her sub-department without learning a few things. Severus was loyal, yes, but he was cynical and cutting and clever. He was prone to bending the law to his whim, slipping through loopholes with just as much ease as the Malfoys had post-war. Not necessarily Dark, but most definitely grey. She toyed with the straps around her arm, tracing the pattern.
They suited each other – Hermione with a vicious streak that surprised those who didn't know her well (just ask Marietta Edgecombe), and Severus with his vicious and talented tongue. They made quite a pair, and Severus had intimated that he wished their relationship to be long-term, though he hadn't said anything quite as concrete. Never mind that she practically lived at his remote home these days...
She sighed. Going around in circles didn't change much. "I swear it," she said finally, and felt the light touch of his curiously cool magic brushing hers. It was done.
Severus looked marginally relaxed. "Now then. As I said, we had delved into areas better left alone, and at the end of the war I had developed something entirely untested. It was meant as a last possible option to ensure survival."
"It didn't work as planned," Lucius broke in. He looked genuinely apologetic. "As you can see, Severus is alive."
"In a manner of speaking." He gave her that wicked, gleaming smile again, and Hermione's heart began to pound. Her mouth dried at the possibility. I am indeed who I appear, he had said.
"You mean -"
"In a way. Not entirely." Severus was watching her carefully down the long line of his hooked nose. "It is hard to tell, but I have ceased to age. I can no longer partake of the products of animals, or stand the sun without several precautions. Yet I am not the same as what we know as vampires."
He managed to look almost apologetic. "It is what I was researching when we met all those nights in the Ministry library."
"So that's why you've been holding back in bed," she said, her mind whirring. So concerned was she with various questions that she didn't even smile at the reminder of how they'd renewed their acquaintance. How much of his magic had he retained? Quite a bit. Did he have the same compulsion powers as a regular vampire? And she'd never seen his fangs before tonight – were they retractable? Did he glamour them? "You were worried about biting me!"
"He does have that tendency," Lucius murmured. Severus shot him a quelling look.
"A bite would not turn you," he said gently. "An exchange, however, would. Even a single drop of my blood once I've tasted yours, and there is no going back. We've tested extensively with animals. I have no desire to turn you without your permission, and I cannot guarantee that I would not lose myself in your taste if I bit you, drinking until I had no other choice."
Ignoring that deliciously-terrifying bit, Hermione studied him. "Does anyone else know?"
Severus shook his head. "Just us three, now."
She turned to Lucius. "And you want him to turn you? It's untested!"
"Now, now, such concern! Do be careful or I think you might actually care."
"Lucius, shut up," Severus replied irritably. "Hermione – I will... understand if you do not desire to continue in our relationship."
Hermione laughed. "Don't be stupid. I have no such intention, Severus. You know precisely how I feel. Besides, I'm too old to go out looking for a new partner."
"Thirty-seven is not old for a witch," Lucius said.
"True." She looked back at Severus. "Are you wanting to bite him? Did you intend to bite me?"
"If you wish it, yes. Lucius has offered himself, and the two of you are probably the only people I can envision tolerating for what could be a very long time."
"More like we're the only ones who can tolerate you," Hermione teased gently. She saw the tension leave him and he gave her an honest smirk, the first of the evening. She hesitated. "Would I have to drink blood if you bit me?"
Severus shrugged. "I seem to do fine with organic foods, mostly broths and vegetables. The Muggle convenience of coconut-based products has proven beneficial, as the fruit's water can provide some of the necessary elements I would otherwise be lacking. I doubt you would need to resort to blood unless your need was great."
Hermione sank her teeth into her lip, missing the way heat flared in Severus's eyes. "Do I have to decide now?"
"No. Lucius is impatient, but without your go-ahead I will not. What manner of spouse would I be if I brought him into our private life without consulting you."
Her jaw dropped. "Spouse?"
Severus frowned impatiently. "Of course. What the bloody hell did you think I've been working towards?"
"You never said anything!"
"I wasn't aware I had to."
"But there's so much to discuss, and really, that's your idea of a proposal?"
"Did you want fripperies?"
"Frankly, I can't see you on one knee or surrounded by rose petals."
"Thank Merlin for small favors," he grumbled. "You do not have to decide now, but an answer would be appreciated in the near future."
"What about Lucius?"
"Ah, I'm part of the package," the blond informed her smugly. "Surely you've become used to my presence by now?"
Hermione admitted that was true. He'd even become tolerable – more than – after his grandchildren's arrival into the world. Truly, he was a gentler soul than the cruel man she'd met as a child. Or perhaps now she merely regarded him with the eyes of a woman grown. He'd been courteous and downright polite, if a bit wicked and still as slippery as they came.
"There are laws in our world that will allow for a three-way marriage, as well," Severus added softly, breaking her reverie. "If you desire to once things are settled. When we began, adding Lucius to our relationship was not a possibility. Now it is."
Lucius did spend a great deal of time with the two of them, and she was well aware of how close the two of them were. And of course she'd thought about it. At length. Hell, she even enjoyed his company more than she ought. "But as a lover?"
Both men laughed at her. "We are amenable to any situation that pleases you."
This took a great deal more consideration as she quickly went over the man's qualities. A wicked thought sparked in her and she shifted, mulling it over. The idea was more than palatable...
"When did the two of you last, you know," she finished feebly, her courage failing her at the last moment.
Severus tilted his head, considering. "Nineteen months, before I decided to pursue you."
"Narcissa was quite understanding." Pain flitted briefly across his face at the mention. "She was not one who cared for physical intimacy with anyone. Producing Draco was a duty, though she did love him dearly. After that was done, we had an arrangement that worked out quite well."
"How would it work?" Hermione asked. "In bed?"
Lucius grinned widely. "Perhaps we should retire for the evening and demonstrate the many, many ways this can work."
"How about somewhere more neutral?" she suggested. At their expectant looks, she smiled. "Severus, you'll need your mask."

Chapter Two
The main ballroom was just as before, the air thick with the scent of sex. Couples still lounged or coupled, but the threesome ignored them all, heading at a sedate pace for a large and unoccupied alcove. They stepped behind the gauzy curtain and Hermione looked uncertainly at the plush, inviting cushions strewn about the bed supplied there.
"They certainly do go all out for this."
"I still cannot believe you've never experienced a proper Samhain," Lucius murmured. He cast a few privacy charms, just enough to guarantee their features and names would remain anonymous. "It is taken quite seriously. It is a time meant to be enjoyed to the fullest. Our night, as witches and wizards and those graced with magic. What better night to embrace our gifts, embrace each other? Come here, Hermione."
Severus sat on the far edge of the bed, lounging on a jewel-toned pillow and watching them. His eyes were hooded behind the matte black mask. "Go on, Hermione. I am watching."
She flushed and sat close to Lucius.
"Close your eyes." She obeyed, the grey disappearing as her lashes fell shut. For a long moment there was nothing, then the slightest tickle of fingers tracing the pattern of velvet on her arm, the shifting of weight on the bed.
Warm lips brushed hers, the barest of touches. This close, Lucius smelled divine. Unlike the earthy tones of Severus, the man stroking her skin and brushing his mouth against hers, Lucius smelled of amber and citrus, something spicy and masculine with a practically edible note of vanilla that made her thighs clench reflexively. Air huffed out of him in a laugh and he kissed her gently.
Oh, goodness. Where Severus's kisses were dark and more than a little demanding, Lucius was slow and sensuous. His mouth was teasing, and when she leaned forward he pulled back until she subsided. It was torment, the light caresses, the silky touch of his hair falling forward and brushing over the tops of her breasts...
"So sweet," he murmured. "Such a gem we have here." He kissed her again and Hermione parted her lips. He didn't take the invitation, instead nibbling on her lower lip and suckling it gently. He caressed her cheek and Hermione lifted a hand to do the same. He was clean-shaven against her palm, not a hint of a single stray whisker.
Eager and unused to being made to wait, Hermione took control of the kiss. Lucius chuckled against her mouth and suckled her tongue. Severus made an amused sound. "I told you she was an impatient participant."
"Can't say I'm sorry," Hermione shot back, pulling away briefly to glower at her dark-haired lover.
"You might be. Once you learn patience, that is. Lucius excels at drawing out every last drop of pleasure." Severus's voice lowered, seeming to caress the last few words, and she shivered. Really, his voice should be registered with the Ministry. It was nearly magical.
Curiosity abated her tentative exploration of Lucius's mouth and as the blond moved to plant a series of distracting, open-mouthed kisses down her neck, she frowned at Severus. "Does your voice hold any magical qualities now that you're...well, for lack of a better term, a vampire?"
"Not that I know of, despite experiments for the sake of curiosity." He tilted his head almost playfully, inky strands of black brushing over the emerald green pillow rather enticingly. "Why? Are you have a reaction to it, witch?"
"Er-" Lucius nipped her collarbone, moving to nuzzle the meeting of her neck and shoulder and her brain scrambled slightly.
"Oh, I think it does," he told her smugly. "Do you want me to talk to you while Lucius fucks you, Hermione? Do you want me to tell you what I want to see you do with him? My two lovers, entwined together?"
Each word heated her blood until she felt as if magma was flowing through her veins.
"I know exactly what you like," Severus murmured. "Do you want me to tell Lucius to suck on your pretty skin? I want that. I know how talented his mouth can be, and the image of marks on your body has plagued my fantasies for months. I cannot trust myself with the swells of your succulent breasts, witch, wanting to sink my teeth into them -"
Hermione whimpered at the thought. Lucius had dropped his head to her breasts and was indeed mouthing her through the thin lace covering them. She could only imagine if Severus were to bite her, pierce her...
"Does that excite you, Hermione?" She moaned softly. "Lucius."
Lucius obeyed and bit her, and she jerked. Oh, sweet hell! "Again," Hermione panted. She looked at Severus helplessly as teeth closed once more around sensitive flesh. Merlin save her, she wanted to be marked. She wanted them both to mark her. The pain was exquisite, wetness and heat filling her groin. "Oh, god."
Severus laughed, a dark, rich sound that curled through her stomach. "Good girl. Now, stand up and undress for us. I want to see what he's done."
Hermione rose and hurried to obey. Yes, naked. Naked was good. Lucius watched her, lust warming his ice-grey eyes, and even as her gaze settled on him, he smirked and stroked himself through his trousers. Her mouth dried and she licked her lips, struggling out of the garment encasing her. With her impatience it felt like rope, and that thought sent another pulse of fire through her.
The black velvet dropped to the floor, leaving her standing in her undergarments and mask.
"Leave them for now, if you would," Lucius suggested when she moved to kick off her heels. "I have plans, you know."
"Come here," Severus ordered. Hermione stepped closer, until he held up his hand for her to stop. His eyes flicked behind her briefly before settling on her breasts.
"Oh yes," he breathed. "Look what you've done, Lucius. You've left a little mark."
"I do try." Peacock feathers tickled her ear, silk brushing against her arse. When had he gotten so close? Gently, Lucius was removing her bra and moments later he stood behind her, his hands reaching around to cup her breasts. "Ah, perfect. Severus, see how well she takes it. I rather think she enjoys being bitten."
"I'm right here, you know, and 'she' has a name." Hermione was amazed her voice didn't shake. It was difficult to concentrate, Lucius's scent in her nose and his firm, clothed body pressed against her while Severus watched them both possessively.
"Of course you do." Lucius paused, bringing his thumbs and forefingers to roll and pinch her nipples. The gentle pressure was maddening. They stood for several moments, the only sound her breathing. "Hermione."
"Hmm?"
"Your name."
"Oh. Yes, that's me."
Lucius laughed delightedly, releasing her small breasts, his hands wandering down her front. Severus's gaze followed the soft pale hands as they ran over Hermione's ribs, her belly, tracing the waist of her garter belt and down. She trembled, being held closer against his chest, his cock tight against her arse as he explored the garters and tops of her stockings.
"You are lovely," he offered, his fingers sliding up to her knickers and nudging her thighs open just enough. One arm wrapped around her waist, holding her to him, and the pads of his fingers swept over the satin she'd chosen specifically for tonight. "And wet already. How fortuitous. I wonder just how primed you are."
The feathers on his mask brushed her cheek, and Lucius sank his teeth into her shoulder: he swatted her core lightly. Hermione's hips jerked ineffectively. He repeated the act a few times more until her legs trembled.
"Touch her," Severus urged, and Hermione opened eyes she hadn't realised she'd closed to see him unbuttoning his robes. "I want to see."
"Don't order me, you know it does no good."
And yet Lucius slid a finger, then two, into her knickers. "So slick, Hermione. What a filthy witch you are."
"I – oh!" Her retort was forgotten as a wicked finger slipped between her outer lips and pressed unerringly up inside her. Her nails bit into his arm and he tutted.
"It's acromantula silk, do be careful." Her thoughts skittered into nothingness as he explored her, crooking his finger against the spot that made her knees buckle.
"Then take it off," Hermione growled through gritted teeth. Lucius withdrew and she saw Severus, his robe open to reveal his lean, lightly-furred chest and tented trousers, smirk at her. His palm pressed against the bulge, caressing lazily. Clearly, he approved of her machinations.
As soon as Lucius had removed his precious robe and draped it carefully over a tower of cushions, she pushed him down onto the bed and swiftly straddled his tanned chest. "I don't like being made to wait," she told him bluntly. "And I'm not a toy for your amusement."
"Who said it was for my amusement?" His eyes glittered behind his mask. "You seemed to be enjoying yourself." He lifted his hand and licked his finger pointedly.
"How does she taste?" Severus broke in, keeping them distracted from a chance at an altercation.
"Delicious." Lucius's voice was a sigh.
"She is ambrosia to me," Severus said in a low tone. "If Hermione will allow it, you should lick her. Taste her cunt until she screams." He turned to Hermione. "Would you like that? His face buried in your folds, licking and sucking? I assure you, Lucius's patience is well-suited to that task."
Hermione looked down at the blond and smiled. "Yes, I rather think I will." She moved off him, mindful of her heels. Lucius stood and she took the chance to admire him. Where Severus was lean and strong, Lucius was firmly muscled, and completely hairless. Another foil to her wizard.
"Spread your legs," Severus entreated. Lucius took a proffered throw pillow and knelt upon it. Hermione got as close to the edge of the low bed as she could without falling off. For the first time that night, Severus took true part, grabbing her satin knickers in his hand. He smiled with savage joy, the fangs giving him a devilish look. "I have always wanted to do this."
It was a single, breathless moment when he ripped her knickers off. The cool air of their private alcove so suddenly against the heat of her quim made her shiver. Lucius smiled appreciatively. "Truly exquisite. Now, do be patient, or I'll be forced to restrain you."
"Promises, promises," Hermione quipped. It was difficult to be sufficiently flippant as a single finger caressed her neatly-trimmed flesh. The touch was so gentle, so light, and unlike Severus's calloused hands.
"Put your arms above your head," the dark wizard in question urged. "I love the way your breasts look when you do." His belt was undone, and she smiled, indulging him. The rhinestones on her mask scratched her arms slightly. "Merlin, Hermione..."
Lucius spread her folds for a better view. "Oh, yes. Severus, you are a lucky man."
"Or vampire," Hermione offered breathlessly, lifting her hips up, nearly hitting Lucius in the chin. She wanted him to touch her. She hated waiting.

(tbc in part two...)
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A Bite to Remember