The barrack-like chamber Hermione was thrown into stank like putrid flesh, the stench filled her nostrils and made her eyes water. Two tall figures made their way through the entrance moments after her, Draco still holding the leash and Snape mixing a vial with a finger.
Hermione kept her head high, even though her chest was tight with fear and her hands shook with anticipation. From the light of the single candle Hermione noticed Snape's gesture to draw closer, and she did.
An eager smile covered Draco's pale face, a blush pasted on his cheeks, and one hand tightening around the lump in his trousers.
Snape wasn't smiling, and he pressed down hard on Hermione's shoulders.
"Kneel bitch!"
His order echoed across the stone walls and Hermione did as she was told, wincing as the cold floor contacted with her legs.
"This will keep us from any unwanted aftereffects Ms. Granger. Here, open your hips a little more."
Snape bent down and ran a coated finger inside her thighs, making sure to periodically brush his thumb across her, with much satisfaction. Hermione gasped at first, but when his strokes became more vigorous she cringed and let out a sharp cry.
Snape chuckled and withdrew his hand, reaching forth to grab Malfoy by the collar and smearing her flavour on his lips.
"Get a taste of her Malfoy. I have a feeling this one will be the best."
Hermione closed her eyes and laid back on the pave, allowing Malfoy to reach under her panties and manipulate the flesh within. The immediate rush and tightening of an overbearing climax was soon upon her, and Malfoy, taking action, lowered his head to gorge himself on her liquids. Hermione opened her eyes in the haze to find Malfoy unclasping his cloak, and peeling off the garments surrounding his abdomen.
She wasn't surprised to see Snape enjoying himself privately a few yards off. He was close enough to catch a view but excluded at the time being.
There wasn't much more time for ponderings when Malfoy lifted her hips and forced himself into her with the experience of an amateur. The rhythm mocked Hermione's heart beat and her gasps weren't only from pleasure, but from suffocation. She couldn't catch her breath.
"That is quite enough Malfoy,"
Snape's large hand came from the darkness and pulled Malfoy off with an abrupt force.
"It's my turn."
