Chapter 4
Hermione sank into the cottage's bathtub and an enormous sense of wellbeing filled her, her tired muscles wrung out from exhaustion and the strange new exertions from the last few days. She had been inordinately pleased when she had discovered the tub in the bathroom. She had missed the prefect's bathroom at Hogwarts painfully during her time on the run. It was one of her most sacred rituals on a Sunday night to sink into the beautifully coloured water with a cup of tea and a good book. To take time to think.
This wasn't exactly the same, but given the situation – she would make do. Hermione had been feeling on edge all day. For whatever reason, she knew that Lucius and Severus were going to leave the confines of the cottage -they were still uncomfortable with being beholden to The Order in any way. All day she had felt their eyes on her, when she entered a room they stopped talking or changed the subject. She knew that this odd arrangement could never last but still, the thought of them parting from her filled her with an immense sadness.
So, she had taken the only action she knew she could successfully do given the situation. And that was to have a bath. She had even been able to find some wild roses earlier in the day to add to the water whilst strolling around the safehouse's land – and trying markedly to put some distance between herself and the two men she know sort of thought of as well, hers.
The delicate petals bobbed and floated and she watched their hypnotizing movements. Slowly she submerged herself below the waterline allowing her eyes to close as she held her breath. Her wild hair drifted about her like the vegetation she remembered from The Black Lake. She would get over them. She could survive this too. Hermione chanted the mantra in her head. Willing herself to believe it. To find that well of strength that existed within her. Then she opened her eyes.
Two murky faces leered down at her from above.
Instinctively she shot up from the water, spluttering and choking. "Just what in the fucking hell do you two think you're playing at?" She asked Severus and Lucius, who had the curtesy to look a little contrite. "Bloody weirdos! You can't just sneak up on people like that!"
"We just wanted to see if our favourite little witchling was in here diddling herself to thoughts of us." Purred Lucius.
"Lucius…" warned Snape. "That is not why we came in here."
"Always so austere Severus. Right. Hermione, I think we need a little chat." Lucius said, gathering himself.
Hermione winced and gripped the edges of the bathtub in preparation of their rejection of her. "Do we… can I put some clothes on?"
"This will only take a moment; besides I'm rather enjoying the view and I suspect Severus might be as well. Don't deny two old men their pleasures Hermione." Tutted Lucius. Hermione stared back at the two mutely.
"As delightful as this time has been here – I think it's time to move on…" Lucius began.
"-Stop it! I get it – it's okay! No one needs to know about us… I know this whole situation has been weird but… I can't deny this is probably the happiest I've ever been. So, thank you for the time we have spent together. I will treasure it always." Hermione babbled. In her genuine admission she splashed the two men kneeling beside the tub as she took both of their hands in hers.
"Hermione…what on earth are you going on about woman?" Severus asked archly looking down at their interwoven fingers.
"Well you're… breaking up with me… I just wanted you both to know- I'm not a gossip and that I respect you both." She sighed miserably.
The two men blinked at each other. Then at the girl-woman. Then they sniggered and then they descended into full blown hysterics and belly laughs.
"Did you hear that Snape? She respects you!" crowed Malfoy, wiping tears from his eyes.
"It's only taken the better part of a decade and some oral!" Severus barked to his friend.
"Glad you both find me so amusing. Goodnight gentlemen." Hermione said rising from the tub with all the dignity she could manage.
"Will you stop being so bloody combative?" Severus said as he helped Hermione step out of the tub and manoeuvred her so she sat on the edge of the rim facing the two dark wizards; before casting a quick drying charm.
"What I was going to say Miss Granger- is that I would be very much obliged if you would accompany Severus and myself to my residence in Paris. I've grown tired of being at the Order and the Ministry's beck and call. We've no idea of a time frame when these trials will begin - and as lovely as this… shack is, I have business to attend to. What say you?" Lucius enquired smoothly but the corners of his mouth were still twitching in amusement.
Hermione looked up at the two men. She knew that the reasonable, rational way forward would be to reject Lucius' invitation. To skuttle back to Grimmald place like a good lion cub. But part of her wanted to take the risk. She just had to be sure that this wasn't a game for them. "I… have one condition." She countered, nibbling at the skin around her fingers and not meeting their eyes.
"Name it, Princess." Came Severus' oaky timbre.
Hermione's heart felt like it would climb out of her throat. "I want us… three to be exclusive. We're the only ones in this … relationship."
Suddenly, she felt two sets of arms around her. Rocking her, caressing her.
"Ohhh… I see. Of course, we'll be your beaus Miss Granger." Lucius murmured into her hair.
Hermione let out a long-relieved breath. "You have no idea how glad I am to hear you say that!"
"Then why don't you show us darling?" Lucius hummed.
"I-I don't know how to…" Hermione admitted frowning. In their encounters so far -she had yet to take the lead.
"Just do what you're comfortable with Hermione. Whatever you do we'll enjoy," encouraged Lucius.
"Severus?" Hermione entwined her fingers with her ex-teacher's looking for some comfort as she tugged them both down to their knees. "Will you help me with Lucius' trousers, please?"
"Hmm… oh yes, I suspect I might thoroughly enjoy this." Grinned Malfoy.
Severus led the witch through the undressing of his long-term lover. Watching her flush with lust at the sight of Lucius laid bare before the two of their faces. Malfoy's cock jutted out towards them, as impressive now as it had been when he had first seen it at a revel for the Dark Lord.
It was Beltane, his first as a newly inducted Death Eater. Severus stood away from the rest of the insipid rabble, who had delighted in torturing some muggles and drinking themselves stupid before watching the branding ceremony of the new recruits.
"My Children. My loyal and devoted new sons and daughters, as this is a special feasting day to encourage…copulation – tonight is for you. Go forth and multiply – so that we may carry on our destiny." Voldemort's voice rang across the ancient ritual ground. Mist swirled around ruins of the structures that had existed as the air fused with a pulsating magic.
Severus heard the echoes of the incantation that Voldemort was performing ricocheting of stone, and his pulse quickened. Already he could hear several other members of the cult shedding their clothes and moaning. No. He didn't want this – not like this. The others would suspect, they'd know he was still a virgin. A sad excuse for a wizard who was still, even now, holding out for a woman that would never want him. A wave of panic gripped him. He'd joined the Death Eaters to never be weak again and now he was about to be laid bare and vulnerable.
Carnal desire shot up his spine as the foul enchantment took hold. The little self-respect and dignity Severus had afforded himself in the months since he had left his father's house dissolved as he crumbled to the floor on all fours and wailed like an animal.
He panted and sweated, ripping free of his clothes. He rolled onto his back, spine arching, gasping at the sensations that pummelled his naked body violently. Never, not even in his own tentative explorations of his own body had he ever felt like this. More often than not, release of any kind alluded him. He felt foolish for even trying. He knew what he looked like. No one would ever want him. Why delude himself with another thing he would never be able to obtain? Severus sobbed through clenched teeth as he took himself in his hands. He disgusted himself. But due to the power of the spell he involuntarily worked his hands up and down his length, even this motion demonstrated his lack of know how.
Severus looked away ashamedly as he saw a lithe figure appear from the swirls of the fog. He gritted his teeth and scrunched his eyes – praying that they'd be so appalled by the sight of him they'd leave him to his own torture.
"Well…well..well what have we here?" Came a gorgeously silky baritone.
Like a magnet, although unwillingly - Severus was drawn to the prospect of another body to alleviate the effects of the lust spell. He opened his eyes and grimaced at the man that stood before him, looking every inch like an Elven King. Lucius Malfoy. A rock hard Lucius Malfoy whose cock rose out from a crown of silvery-white hairs and leaked with pre-ejaculate that glistened in the moonlight.
Severus groaned and bucked against his hand at the sight of the magnificent specimen. But.. wait, no this was wrong – he liked girls. He liked girls!
But in the throes of passion Severus couldn't delude himself… not anymore. He had always noticed both sexes for different merits; Yes, he had always adored how petite Lily felt in his arms; but he had also always really loved the way that Lucius Malfoy looked in his Quidditch Captain's Uniform in the Slytherin common room. The beige lace up leggings that hung precariously low on the fair man's hipbones, revealing a deep V indentation as he reclined lazily on a sofa.
He bit down on his lip, drawing blood and nearly sobbing with the realisation. Shit- he did swing both ways!
"What a pleasure it is to have run into you this evening, Snape isn't it?" Chortled Malfoy.
Severus marvelled at the older man's control as he spat and hissed like a cat in heat on the floor.
"Ahh yes, best not to fight it really." Hummed the blonde man as he crouched down beside Severus' prone body. Lucius trailed a finger up Severus' thigh lazily.
"D-don't touch me!" Snape ground out.
"Now now Severus… do play nice with me. I promise I can make it worth your while," whispered Malfoy against his ear, "little viiiirgin."
Severus was delirious now and he thrashed his head, appalled that Lucius knew his most closely guarded secret. Before he had registered what was going on, Lucius fucking Malfoy was on top of him. Top to tail, breathing on his… oh gods.
"Come along now man, say yes! For fucks sake Severus! Despite this indignity, we can make each other feel good." And it occurred to Severus that Lucius was also on the breaking point of self-control.
"Yesss…" Snape whimpered, feeling like a child. And then he felt the first swirl of a very aristocratic tongue on his mushroom head – and suddenly he didn't feel like so much of a child anymore.
"MMMmm I knew you'd taste of liquorish Snape." Said a pleased sounding Malfoy.
Severus could only squark and hiss as the older man took him firmly in his hands and mouth; cupping his balls; sucking his rigid cock with exquisite technique.
He was in a state of euphoria. How had this happened? How did he have the Pureblood princeling's mouth wrapped around him? How would he ensure that this happened again? Severus looked up at the daunting marble rod that loomed above him. Lucius' cock was hanging just millimetres away from his own mouth. Experimentally and still awaiting rejection, he allowed his tongue to massage the incredible phallus of nerves and muscle.
"Ahhh I knew you had it in you man… mmm that's good…you always were a fast learner." Malfoy rewarded him with praise and the subtle bucking of his hips into Severus' face.
Emboldened by the man's encouragement, Severus brought his itching hands up to Malfoy's flanks and seized the older man's perky backside. Wordlessly demanding he press firmer into his face. The two of them rippled against each other beautifully like a Ying and Yang.
Inside of Severus, something was stirring. He could feel the fever pitch of his movements begin to crest. Electricity seemed to flow between his nipples as his chest heated. His head rolled back in abandon and he gasped around Lucius' prick.
"Thatsss it Severussss…" Severus knew better than to look up. He could feel The Dark Lord's presence over them, watching them. Goading him on. "You, who were so unloved – see the kind of rewards I will bestow on you? I will make you a man Severus. I will give you your deepest desiressss… Now show how much you love the darknesss."
At the Dark Lord's words and Lucius' relentless movements Severus' orgasm picked him up, destroyed him and reshaped him. In that moment of pure, simple, terrible release- his desperate magic tore from him; sending tremors of spontaneous dark energy throughout the assembled crowd. Reigniting their passions.
They continued for hours. Releasing onto each other or swallowing each other's seed. Sometime before dawn Lucius had laved at his hole with his skilled tongue and Snape welcomed the intrusion without any more fear. Gruffly and without further hesitation or useless embarrassment, Snape found himself being entered by Lucius Malfoy and he loved ever wicked moment. He was no longer a virgin.
In the afterglow of their fucking the following morning, somewhere between pulling on his crumpled robes and accepting a cigarette from Lucius Malfoy, the pair chuckled at the oddness of the situation. Both men privately a little astounded it didn't feel awkward at all. They had been mere acquaintances in school. And now they were closer than brothers.
"Well thank the gods there's finally someone amongst these tossers that I can have an articulate conversation with after doing… that with." Exhaled Lucius – casually blowing a smoke ring.
Severus felt a little smug. It felt good to be acknowledged by someone as powerful as Malfoy. Languidly, he blew a perfectly formed pirate ship of smoke through Lucius' circle. "And err.. you're sure your wife won't mind?" Severus asked, genuinely curious.
"Hhmph? What? Cissy? Where do you think I learned all that from?" Lucius took a drag of his cigarette and lowered his voice to confide in Severus, "It's true what they say about the noble housof Black's daughters. Those girls are instructed in the arts of pleasing from birth. Will she mind? Please! She'll probably invite you to the Manor under the pretence of tea and get us to re-enact this little rendezvous – in all likelihood with oil."
Then both men descended into laughter, like they were still horny school-boys and not soldiers in a war. Just for a few moments.
Once again Severus found himself on the precipice of an awakening, except this time it was not his own. Hermione looked between himself and Lucius from her place on the floor.
"Its alright lovely girl, take your time. You will enjoy it." Severus stroked her hair gently.
"Will you… will you tell me what to do Severus?" The witch asked quietly. Severus nodded and allowed a secretive smile to pass between them. She needed his instruction, his expertise – just as she had when she was a student. A little thrill went through him (storing that information away for later) and he began to cast his special brand of magic using his voice.
"Take him in your hands Miss Granger." Severus said, finding it second nature to adopt his teaching tone.
The petite girl's eyes were already heavily lidded, her gaze intent. Lucius hummed in approval when her small hands caressed him. She took great care with the way she moved her hands over his shaft, looking up at the man to gauge his likes and dislikes. Settling into a slow rhythm, like the coming of the tide.
"How does he feel?" Severus drawled, allowing his words to drip from his mouth.
"Lucius… he…you feel so wonderfully big. I don't know how you'd ever possibly fit inside my mouth never mind my…" She trailed off, suddenly unsure.
From above them Lucius chuckled. "Well darling, you certainly know how to inflate a man's ego."
Severus knelt behind the girl now and began to pluck her nipples in time with her strokes. "You're doing wonderfully Miss Granger. Such a good student. Such a good little girl," the witch in between them shivered wantonly. "But I think you're ready to be so much more Hermione, show Lucius what an amazing woman you're becoming."
At the utterance of the challenge, it was like a red flag to a bull. Hermione's lips parted, her head moved forward, and she engulfed the strawberry-shaped head of Lucius Malfoy's cock in her mouth. Severus smirked as he heard Lucius swear. Their witch must be showing quite the raw talent if she had garnered a response like that from Lucius. But he would have never expected anything less than perfection from the little madam in front of him.
"Oh yess… good girl Hermione. Now swirl your tongue around him…that's it." Severus instructed her as he danced his fingers down to the apex of her thighs. "Now…relax and just ease him into your mouth." The girl complied unreservedly, and he rewarded her with two firm fingers cresting against her dewy pussy lips. Both of his partners moaned at the stimulation, and he basked in their arousal. "Well done Hermione, he loves your wet little mouth on him. Don't you Lucius?"
"Fucking stars! Yes!" Lucius gasped, pleasure sparkling in his stormy eyes.
"Feel her studious little tongue Malfoy? That's the tongue of the witch that brought down the Dark Lord." Continued Snape, guiding Lucius hands to fist the young woman's curls. Malfoy's head lolled back lost to the blissful lapping and sucking. Severus pressed his advantage, "Feel what she does to you? Even though she's a mudblood?"
Severus felt Hermione tense at the use of the slur, he wrapped his arms around her and stroked her lovingly. Assuring her everything was going to be okay. But before things went any further – this would have to be aired. They hadn't addressed it yet. He found her bundle of nerves and flicked teasingly giving her the courage to continue.
"Do you honestly think now this woman is anything but perfection?" Severus coaxed his oldest friend.
"She-she's perfect!" Cried Lucius, his climax was rushing towards him like a white charger.
"And all this magic is might? Blood purity shit?" Pursued Severus.
Lucius stared down at Hermione and Severus, perspiration weaved its way through his blonde mane and for a second he forgot how to speak. His jaw flailed open and closed wildly. "It's all bullshit, I only want you! I just want the two of you!" Groaned the powerful wizard, forever forsaking the values he had been brainwashed with since birth.
"How will you treat our Princess Lucius?" Severus was frantic now, rubbing Hermione's mons and stroking her breasts.
"I'll give her anything she wants! Power! Money! Children! Whatever she wants! Whatever she wants!" The wizard roared.
Hermione was stunned and fucking undone at his words. She reverently licked him with abandon, when suddenly she felt Severus begin to nudge her to one side. He cocked an eyebrow at the witch invitingly. Oh – so that's what he was suggesting? Hermione nodded at her Professor and they both used their mouths to push Lucius Malfoy off the precipice of ecstasy. Lucius looked down in awe as he watched Severus and Hermione on their knees, both licking and sucking his cock and balls to completion. When Lucius had ceased twitching and shouting their names the three of them sank to the floor of the bathroom, limbs intertwined.
"Thank Merlin's saggy balls!" Hermione laughed.
"What precious?" Cooed Malfoy to the witch in his arms.
Hermione jabbed her thumb towards Severus. "Thank Merlin he was on our side! I would never have lasted an interrogation if those where your methods Severus."
To which, Severus responded by chortling and rewarding himself with a cigarette. Lighting it with the end of his wand.
Hermione allowed herself to enjoy the slickness of the cool tiles beneath her as she watched Severus inhale on the small white stick. "I didn't know you smoked Severus." She stated.
Severus had reclined himself up against the wall of the bathroom one leg outstretched and the other bent. "I should hope not. Spies are not allowed to have vices." He replied with an amused tone, flicking away ash.
For a moment she could almost see the dangerous loner that he had been at her age. "Do you think… I could try?" Hermione blinked.
The dark man took a long drag. "Okay, but you'll need to sit up."
Hermione quickly scrambled up into a sitting position, mimicking her former professor. Lucius rose up on his elbows as well to observe the hilarity of the situation as Severus passed the sheltered woman her first cigarette. She brought it to her lips, maintaining eye-contact with her mentor. She successfully sucked on the end of the filter. Taking each step methodically as she thought through how she had seen Snape do it. She held the smoke in her lungs, resisting the urge to cough and then blew the smoke out. Then she wrinkled her nose.
"So… what's the verdict then?" Lucius quipped.
"I.. I mean. The taste isn't very pleasant. Is something meant to happen? I don't really get it?" And she turned her questioning gaze to Snape.
Severus' lips twitched in amusement at the girl's still childish pallet. "You might feel a small buzz, but its mainly to relax – an indulgence." Before Hermione could move, he brought her fingers containing the cigarette to his lips and took a slow drag again. She inhaled sharply at the seductive gesture.
Well… it certainly made him look sexy. Hermione nodded and attempted the action again. Blowing the smoke out in one long exhale and closing her eyes. Willing herself to gain more of an insight into her dark wizards.
"Hm. I think she's getting it Severus." Smiled Lucius at the pair.
Hermione passed the stub to Severus, who threw the remains out the window. The girl rose to her feet, stretched and sighed.
"I take it this is our last night here then?" Hermione asked pensively.
"It is." Affirmed Lucius, interested in the girl's sudden change in mood.
She nodded, headed towards the doorway and stopped inside the frame before tossing her curls and looking back at the two men. "If you're both agreeable… I think I'd like to end our last night here with another first?" And then she sauntered into the darkening hallway towards the bedroom.