Author's Note:
Please do not adjust your television sets...yes, I have posted within two days!
So, we take a little step back in time in what can only be described as a filler chapter. And yes I have been horrible in not providing you with the main event yet. You may hurl abuse if you so wish. I care not!
Once again this has not been seen by le beta, so all mistakes are mine and mine alone...
Usual warnings apply: Scenes of a sexual nature, some naughty words and Lucius Malfoy.
I own nothing but my imagination and several boxes of chocolates. My beautiful muses belong elsewhere.
Enjoy!
Escape to Threesome
Chapter Two
The story of how Hermione Granger had become so well acquainted with Severus Snape and Lucius Malfoy was a long one, but if one was asked to provide a summary, it would be as follows:
When Hermione left Hogwarts she needed a job. Of course, she was inundated with offers, but the ex Auror turned Minister of Magic, Kingsley Shacklebolt, proved to be the most persuasive. He offered the witch a role in the newly created Parole office within the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. It was sold to her as an exciting and challenging position, where she would be overseeing the release and house arrest of the many allegedly former Death Eaters who had enjoyed a period of time in Azkaban. Her love a cause was legendary, and here she was being given causes even if they were far from good.
By the time she'd started, Severus Snape had been released from St Mungo's following his miraculous survival of Nagini's viciousness and avoided Azkaban following Dumbledore's even more miraculous decision to speak up at his successor's trial. Upon his newfound freedom, Snape eschewed returning to Hogwarts as headmaster and was instead offered the position of Consultant Auror specialising in the Dark Arts. Because Hermione's clients were not adverse to a little dabbling in things of a darker nature, her former professor was often asked to assist in the initial rehabilitation stage to make sure that nothing untoward occurred.
They had formed a tentative working relationship, which had turned to occasional lunch time buddies, and eventually Hermione could not help but oversee the interior decoration of Severus' flat. However, six months ago, Severus began to shy away from seeing Hermione outside of work and this baffled the witch no end. He was still the same at work towards her, but he always seemed to be busy after work or at weekends. She suspected that he may have found himself a woman. It was a thought that unsettled her more than it should have done.
And as the wizarding world's leading parole officer, when Lucius Malfoy was released, Hermione found herself in the one place that she wanted to avoid and in the company of a man she hated. It might have been bearable had Narcissa and Draco still been there, but they had buggered off with one of the Greengrass girls to their villa in the South of France on a permanent holiday.
Severus had of course swept Malfoy Manor for all traces of Dark Magic. Unsurprisingly after Voldemort's encampment there, it took months to clean the place up, and knowing of what had happened to Hermione, he always accompanied her upon her official visits to see his old friend. At first, the visits were awkward, but it soon became apparent that Lucius Malfoy had undergone not so much a personality transplant, but the human side of the man, the side that Severus had known from years ago, had resurfaced. Hermione was quite shocked to find that he could be quite amenable. And so, the formal professional visits became more informal and, eventually, Hermione found herself with an open invitation to visit whenever she wanted. It was an offer that she took up often, mainly so that she could drool over Lucius' library, but she never visited alone: Severus was always there whether she knew he was going to be or not.
That was until about six months ago and Hermione was not the only person baffled by this change in the Severus' behaviour. She told Lucius her theory that the dark haired wizard had found himself a lady friend, but she did not confess her misplaced jealousy or the fact that she'd woken from a dream a few nights before where the three of them had ended up in a very compromising position.
Lucius had to admit that he thought she was right about Severus even though he never told her that nor that he too had awoken on several occasions wishing that she had been gracing his bed. But putting his own feelings aside, Malfoy had his suspicions as to the identity of his friend's witch. He just wasn't sure if Hermione was quite ready to know who she was.
And so we find ourselves in the drawing room at Malfoy Manor a few days before Hermione was tricked into giving up her most lascivious secret, and Lucius was going to find out whether his suspicions were correct.
"And when did she get that arse?" Lucius asked, pouring his friend another brandy.
Severus' eyes flicked up from his glass to the face of his friend. "What?"
"Oh come now, you're not blind. She certainly didn't have it whilst she was at school or else even I would have noticed."
Shocked by Lucius' comment, Severus blustered, "I cannot believe that you would even have looked when she was at Hogwarts and you know I was never in the habit of looking at my students' arses and I am certainly not interested in looking at my colleague's arse, either."
Lucius found Severus' protestation amusing, although he knew that the former professor had always behaved with perfect propriety. Sitting down in his favourite chair next to the fire, he decided to push Severus a little further. "You know, I worry about you sometimes. How could you not notice it? It's just perfect. I, for one, would rather like to sink my teeth into it and..."
"...Is that before or after you've ripped her knickers off with your teeth? Because all your sordid fantasies appear to involve your teeth somewhere along the line. Are you sure there's no vampire in you?" Severus snarked.
"Not been shagged by a vampire in years, dear," Lucius quipped into his glass. "Actually, I've not been with another man since..."
"...I was very drunk."
The corner of Lucius' mouth twitched. "Not that drunk if I remember rightly. You pounded me like a..."
"...No analogies please, and no comments about the fact that the first four letter of analogies spells what it spells. Your humour has always been puerile and I am in no mood for it tonight."
"Is that because I've been beastly about your Hermione?" the older wizard asked with feigned concern.
"She is not my Hermione. She's..."
"Yes?" Lucius asked expectantly.
Severus' eyes narrowed. "You are a cock. She's a former student, a colleague and besides, she is not available."
"Oh do shut up!" Lucius teased. "You sound like you want to have a relationship with her rather than...oh, but that's it, isn't it? You're in love with her, aren't you?"
"Don't be so ridiculous!"
"Oh, but you are. I can't wait to tell Narcissa. She would love this."
"Would she now?" Severus groused.
Lucius nodded. "You should be grateful that she's in France because she would have had every eligible witch directed towards your door. In fact, she was threatening to start matchmaking from afar if you didn't get your arse into gear and find yourself a woman soon."
Severus sighed deeply. "I cannot deny that I have an admiration for Miss Granger. She's proved herself to be a very capable young woman and..."
"...She has a lovely arse."
"Yes, alright, she does," he admitted in exasperation.
Lucius smirked and decided to turn up the heat. "And her tits aren't bad either," he mused distractedly.
"Do you wish me to hex you?" Severus threatened.
"Oh dear, oh dear. It's worse than I thought," Lucius deadpanned, "you're getting possessive."
"I am not," Severus refuted after almost choking on his drink.
"Prove it."
Severus was taken aback by Lucius' challenge and tried to think of a way to disprove the wizard's accurate accusation. "I'd share her."
"And that proves fuck all," Lucius countered. "You know as well as I that you can be madly in love with someone and still share them. You're not some naïve teenager. You can be quite broad minded when the mood takes you."
"What I am is of no consequence," Severus growled, inwardly kicking himself at the weakness of his argument.
"Indeed, but the point is, you are in love with Hermione Granger and you want her to be yours. But now you've mentioned it, if you ever fancied sharing her, I wouldn't say no."
Severus' tone was full of warning. "The point is, I very much doubt that Hermione would entertain such things."
Taking a sip of his drink, Lucius' reply was accompanied with a wicked glint in his eyes. "That remains to be seen."
Meanwhile, on that very same evening, Hermione was also busy proving Severus Snape very wrong. Ron and Harry had gone to a Quidditch match in Ireland and would be away all night so this was the perfect opportunity to have some alone time with the contents of the package from D/s Toys that currently lay on her bed.
She was slightly wary of her purchase for two reasons: the first being that the two dildos contained within said box were bigger than anything in her collection. Of course, she'd used toys to try and emulate the sensation of the two subjects of her imaginings before, but it didn't feel quite right. For some reason she had always assumed that the pair were hung like hippogriffs and tonight she was going to experience what she hoped was the most accurate representation of being with these two wizards. And, not that she had many complaints about Ron or Harry in the trouser department, but she was quite eager to find out if bigger really was better.
And also she had to wonder whether the toys were actually safe. The last two items she had bought from this company had been recalled. They may have promised explosive orgasms but due to the fact that Seamus Finnegan and his partner Dean Thomas were the brains behind the company, it should not have come as much of a surprise that they also could be quite explosive in every sense of the word. But they were her friends and although no one expected them to set up 'the best magical sex toy company in centuries,' according to Witch Weekly, she felt that, out of a sense of loyalty, she should support them.
She undressed quickly before reading the instructions, and magical sex toys, frustratingly, came with quite a few. Hermione had been thinking about this moment all day, even to the point where she had considered a few moments of contemplation in the loo after Severus had popped into her office to deposit a report, and this necessary delay in this evening's proceeding was not appreciated. However, she had to make a decision regarding each toy's destination as well as its thrust speed and force. Oh, and then there was the time delay between incantation and action. How long would she need to ready herself for these two monsters? And if that wasn't enough, she had to decide which of her two wizards she would assign to each toy. There was one thing for certain, the word spontaneity had little place here.
Closing her eyes, she clearly pictured the two wizards that she wanted so desperately. She could never quite decide on the dynamic. Usually, she would look into steely grey eyes as she felt strong hands taking more control from behind. It was usually more animalistic than passionate, but tonight, she wanted something a bit different. It meant a change of position for both her and the wizards in question. She wanted them both to make love to her at the same time: she wanted to get lost in the dark.
She could feel the anticipation building within her until the ache between her legs became unbearable and she could wait no longer. Touching each toy with her wand, she watched them levitate out of the box in readiness for the appropriate incantations. Once spoken, she put her wand on the bedside table and lay on her side in the middle of the bed. She had fifteen minutes to prepare.
Slipping into her fantasy as her fingers slipped inside her, she could almost feel the warmth of bodies, hands and breath against her skin. At first, her moans were soft and breathless, but they soon crescendoed as her first orgasm crashed over her. She had no idea how much time had passed as she imagined the two wizards' kissing and caressing her, but as she looked up into dark eyes, she gasped as the charmed toys pushed deep inside her. Completely lost by the sensation of being completely filled, her second climax hit her hard, shortly followed by her third. She felt her thighs trembling as her fourth orgasm washed over her and she wasn't sure if she could take any more, but she didn't have any choice as the toys relentlessly moved inside her and her imagination continued to go wild.
Hermione wanted to continue all night even if it meant coming until she passed out. But Fate, which is known for being an utter bastard at times, intervened. She was ripped from her thoughts just as her mouth was about to be devoured again, by the front door slamming shut followed by drunken singing.
Breathless and swearing profusely, the witch reached for her wand, cancelled the incantations and threw the toys under the bed. Unfortunately, she didn't have time to get under the covers before her boyfriend staggered into the room.
"What the hell are you doing back?" she spat, but in his drunken state, Ron was oblivious to the annoyance in her voice.
"Missed you," he slurred, walking towards the bed and flopping down beside her before immediately starting to snore.
"For fuck's sake," an annoyed and frustrated Hermione grumbled, considering the best hex to use on him for interrupting her fun. However, luckily for Ron, her fun had left her too exhausted to bother and with a heavy sigh, she simply crawled into bed. Soon she was falling asleep in the arms of Severus Snape and Lucius Malfoy. It was just a shame that it was only in her mind.
AN2: Yes the main event is in the next chapter...and a bit more besides that! Let me know what you think and if you spot any mistakes, just let me know via PM. Much love x
