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There's A Reason She Didn't Marry A Weasley by warded_portal [Reviews - 29] [4660
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She saw the cane and gloves on the desk and turned with a sneer in her voice. "Why are you still here?"
He cocked a sculpted eyebrow at her over the top of his brandy glass. "You've acquired his mannerisms. How romantic. Severus asked me to wait."
"Did he tell you to wait in his private library, behind his desk?" Lucius only graced her with a predatory grin.
From behind her, a beloved voice interrupted, softening her vitriole and muddling her thoughts. "Hermione, you know that my dear friend Lucius is always welcome here." His hands found the curve of her hips and she cursed her weakness. Long ingrained habit found her tipping her ear to her shoulder, baring her neck to his kiss.
"You wouldn't want me to leave before I've delivered your present, now, would you?" Lucius countered. Too pale and far too smug for her liking, she almost responded in the affirmative before she felt her husband's hands taking a much more intimate path around her waist. She hissed as she felt his teeth on her skin.
"What are you up to, Slytherin?" she whispered, leaning back against him. His hands were cupping her breasts now and she could feel him, already hard, pressing into her from behind.
"Do you trust me?"
"Never."
He chuckled at that, his rich baritone giving her goosebumps. "Shut up and enjoy, wife."
"You speak to her that way? And she lets you live?" Hermione hadn't heard Lucius rise from his seat, so the sound of his voice so close gave her a bit of start.
"What are you two --"
"-- planning, my dear?" Severus silenced her protest with a hand over her mouth and she squirmed, albeit half-heartedly, in his tightening grip. "Why, making your little fantasy a reality. Remember the one you told me about." He eased his grip as his friend closed the distance between them.
"I was -- tipsy!" Lucius towered over her now, hands still clasped behind his back. He looked inordinately pleased with her turn of luck. Or maybe, his own.
"You were drunk," Severus crooned into her ear as she gazed up into incredibly blue eyes. "But I remember clearly the look on your face. Especially the bit where you mentioned being -- how did you put it -- oh yes. Penetrated by two men at once." She could not suppress the moan that welled up inside her. Her husband's hands were already undoing the clasp of her robes, while Lucius watched with a look of pure lust.
He raised a single finger to caress her cheek. "Shall I leave you two alone, then?"
She couldn't find the breath to answer him. Standing so close, she could smell his cologne and feel the heat of his body. He was sexy as hell and he knew it. She was going to hex Snape into next year when this was all over.
"Well, my love?" His hands had slipped her robe down her back, deliberately tangling her wrists in the fabric, leaving her in a simple black lace bra and slip. One hand moved to stroke her neck, deft fingers coming to rest across her throat. "Shall we send him away?"
"No," she heard her voice whisper. "No, don't go."
Lucius's eyes brightened and behind her, Severus growled his appreciation. "Oh well done, love. Lucius, if you harm a hair on her head, I shall have your tanned hide for a desk blotter. Are we understood?"
"Absolutely, indeed." He was already shrugging out of his waistcoat and undoing his cravat. "Anything else I need to know before we indulge?"
Severus was whispering in her ear, his deft fingertips teasing along the lacy edge of her bra. "How shall we do this, my love? Shall I take the lead? And we'll stay here in the study, certainly. I don't want him knowing where we sleep." She felt herself nodding, skin flushed, pulse pounding in her ears.
And Ron wondered why she'd turned him down with a laugh.
~~~
"Let us begin with a quick primer in the finer points of pleasing this exquisite woman." Her eyes closed with a flutter as his voice took on his professorial tone. Gods, am I that predictable? she thought. "She is a wild creature, this Gryffindor. She has teeth and claws, and thus, must be restrained." She gasped as he twisted the fabric around her wrists, tightening his hold on her and arching her back against him. "She is very intelligent, but easily distracted by tactile stimulus." His hand caressed her neck again, ever so lightly in ascending strokes until he held her jaw in his fingertips, light as air. Her skin shimmered with gooseflesh and she mewled as he traced the shell of her ear with the tip of his tongue.
Her eyes flew open as she felt a second set of hands on her skin. Warm hands that caressed the skin of her belly, across her ribs, up to the clasp of her brassiere. "Shall I begin the practicum, while you continue your lecture, Professor?" She tensed as he undid the clasp, groaning aloud as his mouth fell to her breast, a nibbling bite quickly soothed with a hot tongue. His kiss trailed to her aching nipple without hesitation.
"You are an avid pupil, but be aware that there is such a thing as too much. You don't want to overload the sensitive nerves." Severus laughed softly in her ear as she writhed in his grasp.
"Do give me a modicum of credit, Severus," Lucius responded between kisses, pausing to blow across her areolas. As he distracted her so, his fingertips slipped beneath the waistband of her slip, easing it over her hips to reveal black garters and silken knickers that were growing wetter by the moment. Hermione moaned again, fighting to keep her eyes open. This was all happening too fast. Before she could think to protest, those treacherous lips were outlining the plane of her hip, clearly scouting a raid into the valley below.
Again, that honey dark voice was pouring into her brain, liquefying her bones. "I think the library chair will work nicely, perhaps, provided we transfigure the arms away for the duration." She felt him shift, and heard him twisting out of his coat without releasing his grip on her hands. And then he was fondling her again, down her spine to the curve of her derriere, greedy fingers kneading the softness of her flesh, slipping her knickers over her hips. In front of her, Lucius had dropped to his knees and now groaned his appreciation at the sight of her laid bare before his gaze.
"She may seem ready to accept your more fervent attentions, but she is like any good cauldron. A bit of simmering will help bring her to a proper boil." Her husband's touch chased down her thigh to the back of her knee, easing her knees apart.
"Yes, oh of course, yes." Lucius responded, his fingertips painting delicate lines over her inner thighs. Hermione whimpered as she felt her leg lifted and felt two sets of hands steady her body between them. The whimper turned into an incoherent cry as she felt Malfoy's kisses descend to her slit. Where her husband would tease her until she was mad, this man merely opened her like the leaves of a book and dove right in. Snape had to hold her upright as her muscles turned to jelly, and he groaned as she writhed in his embrace. Her hips bucked involuntarily and each hitch of her pelvis ground her against his rock hard cock. She could hear Lucius growling and purring, could feel his voice vibrating through to her very core.
"Very good, my dear. Almost there." She could hear the very devil in his voice, and it made every nerve in her body throb. "Not too much, Malfoy. Leave her wanting if you would." The touch between her legs eased up and she mewled in protest. "No, not yet. Not quite yet." He let her suffer for a long moment as Lucius explored her petal soft folds.
She felt her husband lower her leg to the ground, felt that traitorous hand sliding up the backside of her thigh until he found the sweet center of her. Her breath hitched as he stroked along her slit and then pressed two long fingers into her. Snape spoke over her shoulder. "Oh nicely done, Malfoy. Slick as an eel. You must feel this."
Her eyes fluttered closed as a second set of fingers began to explore her. The sensation was strange, intensely erotic, and almost overwhelming. And then, Severus focused her attention like a laser, his fingertip teasing the tight ring of muscles, awakening every last nerve in her entire body. She opened her eyes to look down and see Lucius watching her, devouring her expression as his fingertips stroked even deeper. Severus murmured a lubrication charm and she stilled herself to hold Lucius's gaze while her body was made to give up its secrets. From far away, she heard the wanton sound that escaped her lips as her body pulsed hard around the invading digits.
"Oh fuck me," Malfoy sighed. It was bizarre sight to see that perfect mouth form the expletive. It made her realize just how much power she had over him, over them both in that moment.
"No," she whispered, her voice ragged but intent. "Fuck me."
"Your wish is our command, my lady."
~~~
Behind her Severus responded with a shuddering groan, music to her ears. She felt him pull back slightly, leaving her feeling slightly adrift. She felt him tear her robe away then, freeing her hands. Before she could respond, his hand had fisted in her hair and gripped her tightly. "Stand, witch," he growled in her ear and she sighed her compliance with his order. He placed her hands on top of her head and gave her a playful swat on the ass.
"You," he spoke to his pale friend as he drew his wand from his sleeve. The moment of terror in Malfoy's eyes was perfection, made doubly amusing by the fact that his raging erection did not flag in the least. In fact, Severus thought it might have gotten a little larger after he charmed away Malfoy's clothes.
"Sit," he ordered. Behind Lucius, the straight backed, heavy oak chair obligingly folded away its arms and trotted to the center of the room. Lucius did as he was ordered, casting a darkly amused scowl in Snape's direction, watching intently as Snape charmed away his own clothes.
Hermione was left in stockings and garters, and a clear handprint on her left ass cheek, growing redder by the moment. She hissed as Severus brushed his fingers over that mark and her eyes closed as he whispered to her. "You color so prettily, little minx." She moaned, leaning into him as his left hand gripped the back of her neck again. His right slipped around to toy with her breasts, cupping and weighing them before tweaking her nipples so hard she squeaked.
When she opened her eyes, she saw Lucius Malfoy, sleek and golden, hand clasped firmly around his manhood, actively pleasuring himself to the sight of her naked form. It gave her more than a little thrill.
"Does that look like an adequate birthday present, love?" Her husband watched her gaze and purred in her ear. "Do you want to impale yourself on that while I have a go from behind, hmm? Do you think you can handle the both of us?" She could only nod and whimper in response.
"Good. Now, watch carefully." Severus maintained his grip on her neck, but turned to Lucius and licked his lips. "Give us a little, won't you? For old times' sake?" Snape glanced down at his own cock and beckoned with a minute gesture. "For the lady's pleasure, I assure you."
Hermione held her breath, watching Lucius's countenance flicker through the gamut of emotions: hate, arrogance, lust. "Severus, you conniving --"
Snape stepped close and snatched up a handful of blonde hair, forcing Malfoy's head down to his rampant prick. "Shut up and suck."
He did, and with great ardor. She felt her husband's grip tighten at her neck and she exhaled as Snape let out a groan. She couldn't decide which was more erotic, the sound or the sight. Hermione pressed her thighs together involuntarily at the sight until she couldn't take it any longer. "Enough!"
Snape shuddered and laughed, and she could see Malfoy sharing the look of dark amusement. "Demanding little witch, isn't she. My lady, please forgive me. I am yours to command." Hermione stepped away from her husband's embrace and shoved Lucius back into the chair, straddling him.
"You want demanding?" She hissed, raking her nails across his chest. "I'll show you demanding." And she did, fisting her hands in his hair as she bent to devour his mouth. His hands moved to her hips and he gasped as decidedly male fingers found his cock, guiding him home.
Hermione sank down on him with a vengeance, not stopping until he was buried to the hilt. When she did pull back, he saw the fire in her eyes. "Oh a grudge fuck, eh?" he sneered. "Please, by all means." His cock surged inside her and she began to ride in earnest.
Behind her, Severus kissed and nibbled and bit her neck, his hands guiding her body as she moved. She was magnificent and he loved the sight of her in the very throes. But after a long moment, he remembered his own aching cock and used his weight to pin her between them, although she continued to move. "Arch your back, minx. More." His dark eyes drew down to a slit as he watched the place where Malfoy's cock disappeared into her body. He teased her arse with a fingertip and then with the tip of his cock, rocking into her. He could feel the ripples of pleasure coursing through her, could feel her trembling as he pressed past that first ring, gasping.
All three voices rose to a crescendo as he sank into her, his hands white-knuckled on her hips. Someone was pleading to the gods. Malfoy, he surmised, feeling the other man's own shuddering grasp. Hermione was keening, and he felt her convulse around his cock. He made a few gentle thrusts, and then heard Malfoy cursing softly.
Lucius couldn't contain himself. He'd never really had to, so he didn't have much practice. His hands ground Hermione on his shaft, and he thrust as deeply as he could, pistoning into her. She had her nails dug into his shoulder, drawing blood no doubt, her mouth open in a delightful and silent scream of pleasure. He knew what he wanted to do with that mouth later, if he survived that long. She was bucking hard now between them and he felt his entire awareness fold down to the pressure behind his balls and then unfold in a supernova of white hot bliss.
Malfoy's head fell back and he roared. The hot pulse between her legs proved a fatal blow to Hermione and she followed, dragging Severus with her, as he thrust deep and let himself go. She was nigh insensible, giving herself over to the waves of pleasure coursing through her cunt, up and down her spine. Snape revelled in the sensations, mentally cataloguing every sticky sweet moment, holding his wife tight against his chest, brushing the hair from her face. After a long moment, he crooned in her ear. "Round one to Slytherin, I think," he whispered.
She pressed her temple to his, still gasping as if she'd run a marathon. Somehow she managed a weak laugh and shook her head. "It's my birthday, Professor. And on my birthday, I win."
Lucius bent to kiss her collarbone, his tone a bit pouty. "I demand a rematch."
~ finite incantatum ~
Author's Note: I blame Shiv. Also, disclaimer: No profit made, no claim made to copyrighted characters. All in good, not-quite-so-clean fun. Anything you recognize belongs to JKR.