Chapter 5

Inside the small bedroom, Hermione cast a charm so that the room was filled with bobbing candles; reminiscent of the flickering lights of The Great Hall at Hogwarts that she had once adored.

It wasn't precisely how she had envisioned losing her innocence, or who she had imagined losing it with– but she couldn't help the beaming smile on her face. She felt like one of the candles she had conjured. Those two brilliant men had ignited something within her – and she wanted more. Steadying her resolve – and trying her hardest to be alluring, she draped herself across the bed.

She felt them before she saw them. Lucius' and Severus' combined magics always entered a room before them, such was their power.

"Oh Hermione…" whispered Lucius drinking in the sight of her in the room's glow. Even with all they had already sensually explored, she was still a blushing virgin. He could see her shaking with want, like a taut string on a bow and it reminded him so much of a young Severus. It occurred to him how similar his two favourite lovers were: both driven to sacrifice; both capable of denying themselves to the point of madness. He who had never denied himself anything – Lucius was rarely moved by sentimentality, but he knew fundamentally that whatever the two of them needed from now on – if it was within his power, he would provide it.

"Please," she said and she reached for the two of them, "I need you."

The two dark men shucked out of their clothes, laying everything bare before her hungry eyes, the scars, the brands and their desperation to complete her.

Lucius went and laid beside the woman, basking in her warmth, she was like the sun. All brilliance and light– feeling her magic questioning his intent. Friend? Foe? Lover? He kissed her like a man possessed. Drunk from her sweetness – he let his greedy hands run over her perfect breasts and she groaned appreciatively into his mouth.

Severus watched the two kiss idly as he inspected his preparation of the girl from earlier. He cupped her sex. Oh yes. She was still beautifully wet for them and he watched as their woman parted her legs to him invitingly.

Momentarily she broke her smouldering kisses with Lucius and stared up at Severus. "Please Severus… I want it to be you. I want you to take me first."

Severus placed a kiss on her knee before parting her legs a little more and aligning himself with her entrance. Then he thrust, and somewhere inside the last vestiges of Hermione's childhood ripped apart. Then there was only sensation; the feeling of these two men worshiping her; kissing away her tears; holding her and swallowing her mounting cries.

It was overwhelming, the feeling of being filled with this man. Severus Snape was moving inside her and he was relentless. She should have known he'd be like this, his unyielding length conducted her through the savagery he unleashed upon her. It wasn't that he was incapable of softness or sweetness, but this was his fundamental nature, pure might. It would be foolish to want him to diminish that – and Hermione thanked the stars above that he saw her as worthy to receive him in all his glory. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as Lucius latched onto her breasts and suckled them.

"Is this what you wanted?" Severus' voice rumbled and the sound shot to her core.

"Yes! Yes Severus!" She keened rolling her artless hips now to match his desperate pace.

"You're doing so good Hermione." Bit out Lucius as he teased her nipples with his teeth.

Hermione grunted, her body and magic rising with every thrust, craving release.

"Suck on her clit while I fuck her Lucius," commanded Snape to the blonde. Lucius reluctantly let go of Hermione's nipples with a decadent pop to run his nose and lips down her trembling form.

The sight of Severus' cock entering the woman's ripe cunt was quite something to behold. Lucius gripped his length in his own hands and pumped his release onto the coverlet. But she -she was still bubbling over, her ambrosia overflowing admist her bloddied and throbbing folds. Lucius drank down the juices and worried at the exquisite little nub hidden by her curls.

"Oh gods!" She screamed.

"That's it Granger!" Shouted Snape – exultant over her pleasure. "Who do you belong to?"

Her eyes smouldered in her pale and sweaty face. Fixed on the two men who were turning her to molten need. "I'm yours! I belong to both of you!"

"That's right little witch! Now fucking come for us!" Severus demanded. And Hermione Granger flew apart with such force her eyes crossed. Severus following after.

Distantly she acknowledged that most girls only experienced pain their first time – but then most girls didn't have Lucius Malfoy and Severus Snape as lovers.

When she eventually came down from the intense crescendo she felt Severus and Lucius running their hands over her.

"Well, all things considered – I think that rocked for a first time." Hermione huffed in total giddy satisfaction, showing her age with her choice of words.

"Rocked indeed." Yawned Lucius as he collapsed back against the pillows.

"Goodnight little witch." Smiled Severus lovingly and then both men extinguished the candles with wandless magic.