Chapter 2

The fire crackled and the noise seemed to make Severus burst with irritation. "So what exactly will your beau make of this glorious destiny of yours? Is Won Won going to be your secretary? Will you be breastfeeding a Weasley litter as you take your office?"

Now it was Hermione's turn to snort. "Don't be so ridiculous Severus."

"I think, given the fact you've asked us to abandon our chance for a quiet life it's a perfectly valid question." He retorted.

"I didn't ask. You offered."

"I'd actually like to know the answer to this as well. I don't want to back the wrong horse if you're just going to flit off and become a brood mare for some whining man-child." Lucius said and Severus sneered.

The girl made a face at his choice of words and looked up at the stars. "Before I was so rudely interrupted – I was asking the same question."

"To whom?" Severus asked.

"Diana, Nimue, Hecate… I don't know… Elvis?" The girl replied, rubbing the heels of her hands into her eyes firmly.

"And… any answers?" Severus good naturedly probed further.

Hermione sighed tossing some twigs into the fire for kindling. "Ron and I were over before it even had a chance to start. I can't give him what he needs. Ever. You saw what Dolohov did to me in the department of Mysteries Severus."

Severus glanced over to her and Hermione registered that she could feel the weight of his gaze on her breasts. They both knew the curse that crazed Russian had thrown at her had done permanent damage. Not only to her skin but her ability to conceive. Hell, it'd been Madam Pomfrey and Severus who had broken the news to her at the end of her fifth year.

"He needs a family… or at least someone to give him that connection. And I've never…" To both wizards' surprise; the maturity that Hermione had been speaking with trickled away. She flushed deeply and shook her head. "My love of Ron came from a place of friendship not passion, but I'm sure that's not what most blokes want out of their witch."

"You've never?" Snape kept on, scrutinizing her every response.

Whereas Lucius took a more jovial approach. "Surely Miss Granger, you don't expect us to believe that you gallivanted round the country for eighteen months with two young red-blooded wizards and never acted on a single sexual impulse?"

"I've..I've never felt like that, okay?" Hermione stated, mortified at the topic of conversation.

"I think you need to elaborate on that young lady…" Lucius purred quaffing the bottle again.

"Fine! What do you want me to say?" She exploded, "I'm a dreadfully naive little girl whose never had a relationship past a few kisses… I've never explored that part of me. I've never wanted to. There wasn't time – it was always life or death with the bloody apocalypse hanging over my head and two sulking teenage boys that I had to carrel like a mother!"

Snape didn't need Veriturserum to hear the lie. "Tut tut Hermione. You are not being honest with yourself."

She glared in response.

"Come now Witch, you have asked us to hold you accountable or where those pretty words?" Said a very titillated looking Lucius.

"No. No they weren't…" She was indignant now. Beautiful and wild in her hysterics. "I'd never felt… this undeniably aroused before tonight. I came out here because I couldn't sleep, I just felt so strange and then I realised what I might be… experiencing. From everything I've read and seen this has to be arousal – I'm tingly; I'm wet. What does that say about me?" She let out a breath she didn't know she had been holding.

The two men eyed each other with a clandestine ease. All at once communicating everything they needed to about how they wanted to approach their fledgling protégé/ employer. This would take a Slytherin's delicacy, or two.

"Its not so uncommon." Lucious supplied magnanimously.

"Its not?" Tears sprung in her eyes. She would not cry…

Lucius came to sit next to her on her log. He rested a large warm hand on the small of her back and made soothing circular motions. "Of course not darling girl. You're right, it was a terribly stressful adolescence for you there was no time to relax and explore that way. How hard it must have been to allow yourself to just be delicate and feminine. To enjoy your own hands and fingers on all those sensitive secret parts of you. You had so many secrets already. But now, you've tasted battle – the adrenaline, the vitality and of course the relief… it's no wonder your gorgeous ripe body is crying out."

With her head in her hands, Hermione sobbed out what sounded like an agreement from underneath her riotous curls. Vaguely she became conscious of the other presence that now sat next to her on the other side of the log. The tall, forbidding mentor with acerbic wit– whose appreciation she had always craved but had never been freely given. Subconsciously she leaned against him.

"It was much the same for me at your age Hermione…" Came the smoky tendrils of Severus Snape's voice. The little witch looked up to his face, now inches above hers; looking hard for any signs of mocking. But there was none, instead he was playing with her hair, softly boinging the curls. It was such an intimate gesture.

"It… it was?" She sniffed prettily, and he noted how doll-like her features were.

Snape nodded and continued with his lovely hypnotic assurances. "Yes, I too was once just as unsure about these matters as you're feeling now."

"So… what did you do about it… This is torturous…"

"I gave in … and had the help of someone I trusted to guide me through all those delicious new sensations." Snape's black eyes pointedly looked at Lucius with tenderness and then stroked a pale thumb over Hermione's lower lip. Without thinking she darted her tongue out and licked. All three shivered.

"What do you say you precious, beautiful princess? Can your Daddies help you?" Lucius asked at Hermione's ear. And then with a gentleness towards her that awed her, he encircled two firmly muscled arms below Hermione's chest, lightly grazing the undersides of her breasts.

Hermione groaned and she felt more nectar coat the insides of her tightening thighs in response to his sinful words.

"Oh gods.. yess.. please." And with that Severus crashed his mouth down to hers whilst Lucius Malfoy adoringly suckled and licked her neck. Sensing the witch's raw need Severus dropped all sense of subterfuge and quickly spelled off her trousers and knickers. He hauled the girl onto his lap so that her core was pressed against his cock, straining underneath his trousers - and her voluptuous arse was pressed against the lap of Malfoy.

When she made no protests at being exposed, Lucius further delighted in tearing the button down and plain cotton brassiere from the girl and she obligingly wiggled out of the ripped material, exposing her glorious naked breasts to the intimate world of fire and stars they had created together. The pair ground into her, setting the pace for the untried girl in their arms. Malfoy kneaded the wonderful peach he had been presented with and Severus reverently cupped and massaged her perky breasts that were tipped with rose-petal coloured nipples. He also took extra care to tenderly caress the large scar that dissected her from sternum to pubis, Hermione swooned, thrilling at this sign of acceptance from someone's whose opinion had always mattered so much to her.

"Gods little Witch you are amazing! Can you feel what you're doing to us? How you've already entranced us body and soul?" Lucius ravaged out, his hot breath at Hermione's ear. Hermione groaned wantonly and pushed back against him; breaking her kiss with Severus she strained her head round to Lucius; kissing him as though he was directly responsible with providing her with oxygen; grazing her hands on his thighs. All feelings of modesty abandoned. She felt as though she was riding the thunder and lightning.

Then, oh, oh godsss there were two hands at her core. She didn't have to look down to see who was conducting which part of her. Lucius' large hand pressed down onto her clitoris creating wonderful pressure that ignited her nipples to throb in response. And Severus' long dexterous potion master's fingers dipped into her opening, stretching, and filling her; coaxing the untouched depths to perform magic they never knew how to before.

Hermione bucked and squirmed at their ministrations, feeling mindless and also intensely focused on something that was happening to her. "Severus.. Lucius… I.. I feel…" She scrunched her face at the alien emotion of not being able to articulate. Her brain, her vision were fogging and she couldn't even manage words, so intense was this hazy new feeling as heat rose within her.

"We know lover… don't be frightened of it my brave little warrior." Severus soothed kissing her soundly. Then he picked up the pace twisting his glorious long fingers, curling them possessively into the velvety walls inside of her.

"Its.. its too much… I'm oh gods." Hermione felt like her body no longer belonged to her – she would never have been able to stop thrusting even if the whole of the DA had come waltzing round the corner. She'd never been so free.

"That's it Hermione, do a nice big first cum all over our fingers. You'll make us so proud of you darling." Lucius hissed against her back as he licked her spine.

Hermione grabbed desperately at Snape's forearms and screamed into his mouth as the most luscious, decadent sensation fluttered outwards from her pussy – white heat flew everywhere. She jerked helplessly in the two former Death Eaters' arms and shuddered out the final comet-tail end of her release, mewling like a kitten.

Grinning like devils at each other over the head of the spent young woman, the two men gyrated against her a few more times and then allowed their essences to pour into their trousers. Penetration would have been too much for her tonight - and they intended to spoil and worship their ambitious little Lioness. Severus scooped the naked witch into his arms, burying her in his cloak, whilst Lucius extinguished the fire. Then, the odd company made their way to the intimate little cottage.

"Well.. I think I get it now." Hermione breathed onto Severus' chest.

"Hmm? What's that love?" Asked Severus looking down.

"All the songs and the poems and the plays blah blah… I get it now. Why everyone goes mad for sex and stuff now… that was…" and by way of finishing what she was saying she snuggled against his chest.

Lucius overheard their exchanged and chuckled darkly. "Oh Hermione, you have no idea…that was merely an aperitif my girl."