Chapter 3

When Hermione first stirred the next morning she luxuriated in the feeling of the crisp bedlinen. After so long in camping cots she knew she'd never take a bed for granted again. There was also a not unwelcome feeling of weight behind and in front of her on the bed, warm, comforting and … very male.

Very undressed males. And she was also undressed, clad only in a pair of knickers.

Flashes of the previous night came to her in her dream addled state. She couldn't find it in herself to be scandalized or sorry about what had transpired. If what Severus and Lucius said had any element of truth to it- she was sure she wasn't the only one waking up with unusual bedfellows this morning in the wake of Voldemort's defeat. She was also through with always being so cautious. It had aged her far too prematurely.

Now though, someone was tracing, what she referred to as, her bad arm. The raw raised skin that was a testimony Bellatrix Lestrange's madness and Hermione's very close confrontation with death and torture. Her eyes flitted open and she found herself staring into the eyes of Lucius Malfoy; he was the one stroking her arm.

For a second she started. She made to move her arm, to say something - but he stopped her with a warming kiss and tenderly shuffled closer, massaging her lips with his own.

"Shhh… Let him sleep a little longer." And he nodded his head towards a very comfortable Severus Snape who was wrapped around Hermione's back, with his Roman nose nuzzled into her bushy hair.

Hermione smiled back co-conspiratorially and resumed kissing the elder Malfoy. With every caress of her arm she shuddered. And then he did something she never would have predicted. Slowly, as not to spook the witch – he raised the underside of her poor forearm to his lips, ghosting them gently over the still healing surface. With his next breath he allowed his magic to be spontaneously pulled forth and pushed it over her skin. Hermione blinked at the raw power, Malfoy's essence washed over her and it wasn't what she expected. She would have placed money on his magical core feeling like velvet or silk or being in some way opulent. It wasn't like that at all – it had a pleasantly cool bite with freshness that reminded her of… spearmint and grass.

Well.. shit. Part of the same scent as her Amortentia.

She internally balked at this information and he noticed her quickening pulse under his lips. Lucius Malfoy brushed his lips once more against her arm and then looked up into the wide eyes of Hermione Granger.

She broke their contact and admired the handiwork of his magic. The scar was now so faded that it was impossible to make out the "Mudblood" insignia that they both knew still lurked there under the skin. Hermione ran her fingers across the shiny pink flesh; for the first time in memory it wasn't aching or uncomfortable. "Th-Thankyou" She stuttered out.

In the soft white light of the morning she was ethereal. A mop-headed angel. Lucius found himself admiring her unfiltered openness. She wasn't at all like the kind of women that had customarily warmed his bed: well-practised in the arts of pleasing; impeccably made up; seductive; cynical. Yet, in the arms of this inexperienced young woman he was beginning to feel the stirrings of something he hadn't felt since Narcissa first announced her pregnancy with Draco.

"Don't mention it. Considering you … acquired the injury at my residence, it was only proper I rectified the transgression." Hermione stared up at him and her brows creased together. Lucius kissed the puckering skin there and sighed. "Let's not overthink it shall we?" Said the proud man.

From behind her Hermione felt Severus sit up on his elbows to regard the two of them with interest.

"Starting without me I see?" He asked drolly.

"Wouldn't dream of it lover." And Lucius stretched across Hermione to snog Severus Snape. His blonde strands tickling her nipples as he did so.

Hermione could only look up in shock at the most erotic sight of her life. Severus and Lucius kissed with a well-practised ease. Form her viewpoint Hermione watched on with awe as Lucius teased at Snape's mouth. Snape was clearly shattered as violet bruising had bloomed under his eyes. With Lucius' fervent kissing however soon a beast was awoken. Hermione saw Severus' jaw clench and suddenly he was all dominance and force; savagely fisting his hand to the back of Lucius' white mane. One wizard tall and dark; a warrior like herself – and the other the very picture of a handsome prince. The contrast of their bodies doing battle was doing wild things to the inside of her knickers. When both wizards began to harden and buck against her she squeaked.

Severus broke away from Lucius' mouth with a final lascivious swirl of his tongue before looking downwards at Hermione and smiling. Hermione's self-preservation instincts went into overdrive. She had never ever seen her Professor look like that. This smile was not nice.

"Well well well… Seems there is an eager little witch in our bed Lucius." Said Snape indolently.

Lucius hummed in agreement looking between his long-time lover and down at Hermione with glazed eyes.

"Whatever shall we do with her?" Teased Snape as he moved back the coverlet to expose Hermione's body inch by inch. It was so different in the daylight. The intensity of their stares made her thighs clench together and her opening tensed painfully, waiting to be filled by something – something to offer her screaming muscles resistance.

Then he was over her and she felt like prey. Severus traced a path down from Hermione's blushing face all the way to the undeniably moist spot on her knickers. He settled between her legs then and bumped his nose into the concealed slit, nuzzling her pussy as he had nuzzled into her hair. Lucius Malfoy made his way behind Severus, who was now breathing softly onto Hermione's mound and rewarding her groans with soft kisses on her clit. In this position Severus had his arse stuck in the air and Lucius wasted no time in ridding the taller man of his boxers as well as his own. Lucius conjured some lubricant and generously applied the shiny liquid to both of their turgid cocks as well as Snape's puckered hole.

"Shall I fuck you raw from behind whilst you drink that little witch's cunt Severus?" Lucius asked sweetly.

Hermione gasped at the situation she found herself in. Severus lifted his head from between her legs and his eyes bore into her, tore through her, daring her to deny him.

"I want her to say it Lucius- I want to hear some naughtiness come out of this know it all's mouth for a change." Snape replied, taunting her.

Lucius eased his cock into Snapes arsehole and rested his chin on the impaled man's shoulder as he began to languidly caress the dark spy's rod. "Come on then Granger… you're starting to look awfully lonely lying there." Both men regarded her with hooded eyes now. Full of lust and on the precipice of unhinged pleasures.

Hermione was shell shocked. "I…" she began, "I'd like you to go down on me please?"

Both men laughed and then gasped as they surged.

"Oh no no no my precious little witch – you're going to have to do better than that if you want to play with the big boys." Lucius supplied.

"Yes Miss Granger, what happened to that insolent little bitch from my classroom?" Severus asked. "She certainly never had any qualms about demanding things from me…" Severus groaned the last part, "my time… my attention…my sanity. Do you have any idea how long I've wanted to tongue that exquisite quim? How often I've wondered about your taste?"

Hermione propped herself up on some pillows and opened her legs. "I have no idea… but I'd love to see a demonstration, Sir." She added wickedly. Then she took a deep breath, steeling her courage. "I want to watch him fuck you!" She cried.

"Annnnd?" Pushed Severus.

"Please fuck my cunt with your tongue Severus."

Then all hell broke loose. Hermione heard the ripping of her knickers by Severus' teeth and then oh. Oh he was there. Right there in her most secret vulnerable place; lapping and wiggling his large tongue against her vulva and it felt wonderful. Hermione's gaze was locked to the ceiling and she traced the patterns in the plaster. Nothing – nothing would ever feel as good as this! He was making her slicker, wetter than she'd ever been.

Salivating at the scent of her (grapefruit he decided- ) Severus gathered her thighs and spread her apart further whilst locking her in place with his arms. She was completely spread before him now: she had groomed curls the colour of milk chocolate and her vulva and clitoris reminded him of a conche shell. How far the little princess had fallen, and he gleamed with pride at the thought he and Lucius would now, most certainly be, responsible for her sexual corruption.

The triad moved beautifully together, two experienced players quick to coach and direct the youngest. The magics in the air swelled and undulated around them as all their barriers came tumbling down.

Lucius pounded into Severus with a single-minded need now, his pleasure was within arms reach and he was determined to make this a stupendous experience. He gripped onto Severus' hips and stroked the cock of the dark wizard underneath him. "Severus … love… are you close?"

From between Hermione's legs came an almighty hiss.

"Good man… now show that little witch what a clever Slytherin tongue can really do." Gasped Lucius.

Hermione's eyebrows drew together quizzically at the blonde man's words and then she was flying as she came, Severus had thrust his tongue into her virgin channel. Her body arched of the pillowcases – and for a second all three thought she would levitate to the ceiling.

"Fuck man! That's how you do it!" Roared Lucius as he pulled Severus backwards so that Hermione could see both men on their knees on the bed. Without further ceremony Lucius fucked them both to completion. Ribbons of cum splurged from the tip of Snape's member and splashed Hermione.

She lay there spent and panting – and a little bit curious about the taste of the milky drizzle on her stomach. Experimentally she siphoned some off and placed it in her mouth. Hm. A little salty but not unpleasant. She thought mildly.

"Perhaps we'll make a deviant of you yet Princess," grinned Lucius as he watched the witch's actions.

Severus smirked at Lucius' comment before curling back around a stunned Hermione, resting his head against her arm. Then, the Dark wizard closed his eyes and sighed with a contented smile on his lips. Hermione's breath stuttered at this, loving the side of Severus that was being exposed. She wondered at the fact that very few people were ever privileged enough to see this powerful man so vulnerable, and now she could count herself amongst them.

Carefully, battling the feeling she was about to pet a Bengali tiger, she traced her free hand up his side (noting with a frown his protruding ribcage) and brought it to rest between the two of them. Over his heart.

Severus Snape's eye opened a crack and surveyed her earnest face with amusement. "Go back to sleep Granger, we've both earned a rest." Before he dipped his lips down to hers effectively silencing her.

"Hn… Lovely, and what about me?" Said Malfoy senior petulantly at the edge of the bed.

"Lucius, go shower like you always do after buggering." Came the unperturbed response from Snape, who didn't even bother to raise his heavy head from the pillow-case.

"I see how it is… I'm yesterday's news." Sighed Lucius dramatically as he stood and used the poster of the bed as leverage.

Severus yawned and pulled Hermione closer to him. "Well, she's certainly softer than you." He teased back to his old friend.

"Oh fuck off Severus!" Called back Lucius fondly as he walked down the hallway.

A hysterical giggle erupted from Hermione. She felt as high as a kite: In twenty-four hours her world had been upended. She had helped to defeat Voldemort; had engaged in some mind blowing heavy petting and was discovering the inner-workings of two of the most feared wizards in Britain's unorthodox relationship. And she didn't want it to stop. How did she get them to keep doing this with her? Forever?

"Grangerrr," came Severus' warning growl, "could you kindly refrain from shouting your thoughts at me? However sweet. I'm trying to enjoy the post coital bliss."

Hermione blinked at the man that was enveloping her in his arms. The man that had just licked her to oblivion. "Sorry… I'll behave, sir."

"Now that would be a first Miss Granger." He chuckled as his eyes fluttered closed.