Master Mine Book 2: A Lesson in Love

by SnowblindLissaDream

Now that her contract with Lucius Malfoy has come to a close, Hermione is free to offer her submission to Severus, and in so doing, take her relationship with him to the next level. She finally has what she has wanted from the beginning. Or does she? Will unforeseen obstacles cause her path to change? Book 2 of 3 in the Master Mine Series. HG/SS, HG/LM, HG/DM.

22. Chapter 22

Chapter Twenty-Two
BETA love: RaynePhoenix2, thebeebeegun

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"I think you need to prepare yourself, Draco."

"No, he's fine. He's just tired."

"If you say so," Lucius responded, weariness apparent in his voice as he watched his son brush the elderly pony. Mony was almost thirty years old, which was the average lifespan of the miniature breed. As much as Lucius wanted Draco to be emotionally prepared, he also recognized that acknowledging the end was near wasn't going to make the loss any easier. Lucius knew how much the animal meant to his son and the loss would likely rival that of Narcissa. He would do anything to spare his son that pain.

"You're such a good boy, aren't you?" Draco cooed. "You've always been tolerant with your grooming. Just like a proper Malfoy." As he ran the comb through Mony's silky mane, he peeked up at his father. "You look dreadful. Like you haven't slept in a week."

Lucius sighed heavily as he rubbed his eyes and then ran his hand down his face. "It was a long weekend. I find I don't have the energy for the late nights at the club like I used to."

"Well, you're only just approaching middle age. If you're tired it's because of the company you've been keeping. It must be exhausting spending time with the vacuous twins. Seriously, do you feel your IQ drop by the minute when you spend time with them?"

"That is unkind, Draco. They aren't that bad. Besides, the conversation is minimal when we are together."

"Clearly." Draco kissed Mony on the nose before pushing himself up. "Come on, let's get some lunch. I'm sure Mony's had enough and wants to go outside so he can mope after Elara. He loves that mare more than anything."

"Too bad she doesn't even notice him."

Draco grinned. "Oh, she does. She looks for him when he's not there but then acts like he's not worthy of her attention when he shows up."

Lucius chuckled. He watched as Draco led the pony outside and handed him over to a stable hand.

The two began walking toward the Manor with Cosmo running ahead in sight of a garden gnome. Despite trying to bite his tongue, Draco couldn't stop the words from escaping. "She's not the only female who won't admit what she feels."

Draco braced for the bitter denial he was certain was coming. When his father said nothing, he cut a glance toward the older Malfoy. Figuring he would go all in, he added, "I know I said I would drop it, but it's so incredibly obvious what's going on. The only ones in denial seem to be the people who are most affected."

Lucius' voice was contemplative as he said, "I wonder what Bilby has prepared for lunch today. I do hope it's not Ribollita. He's really taken to Italian cooking, but I fear that is one dish that has escaped his ability. And he seems to only make it more often to conquer the shortcoming. One simply must learn when to stop. Don't you think?"

Draco pondered his response. "I think the issue is the lack of seasonal vegetables."

"Ah, yes. Timing. Timing is an important element in many things."

Draco shook his head. "Are we still talking about the stew?" When Lucius didn't respond, he added, "Look, if what you are trying to say is that she needs more time, or you need more time...well, that's only going to make all of this get messier. Particularly if Severus proposes."

"Enough, Draco. Do not bring it up again. She is happy, Severus is happy, and I am working on being happy. If things don't work out between them, then perhaps I would be willing to pursue the witch, but she is clearly in love with him and I will not interfere."

"Fine. But Tweedle Daft and Tweedle Ditz are not the answer. Do you know I overheard them at the club discussing the Malfoy vaults the other day? They were envisioning what gifts you might bestow upon them and then they got into a spat about which one of them was your favorite."

As they entered the mudroom off the back of the mansion, they slipped off their muddy wellies, magicked them clean before sliding into loafers. "You and I have discussed the motivations of witches before, Draco. You do not need to warn me. I have no interest in Lexie and Lizzie other than their sexual submission, and even that I am growing rather bored of."

"Are you dating anyone? I mean I know the French Minister didn't work out, but there are many beautiful and interesting witches."

"Lunch will be served in the solarium today, Master," Bilby announced with a bow as the two men entered the main downstairs hallway. "Young Master," he added with a second bow.

Lucius smiled. "Perfect. And what shall we be dining on this afternoon?"

The two handsome wizards headed toward the aforementioned room with a beaming Bilby in tow. "Ribollita, Sir," the elf responded enthusiastically.

Draco smirked.

"Well, you are determined, aren't you?" Lucius responded, resignedly.

"Bilbys has discovered a new recipe, Sirs. Bilby went to special greenhouse for ripe vegetables. Bilby is hopeful the Masters will be pleased with Bilby."

Draco looked back over his shoulder before stopping. "Bliby, father and I are always pleased with you. You are an exceptional house elf and we are lucky to have you as a Malfoy elf. Whether your soup is good or not will not change that."

The elf's eyes glittered as he bowed again. "It is an honor to serve." He remained bowed as the two men continued toward the solarium.

"It doesn't counts yet, Bilby," Tinny declared as she popped in next to him. "They haves to say they likes the stew, or Bilby has to wash windows and Tinny gets to make stew."

Bilby rolled his bulbous eyes at his mate. "Bilby knows." With a twinkle he added, "Bilbys will loves having Tinnys rubs his toes and ears when they likes the soup."

Unaware of the conversation behind them, Luicius and Draco sat at the table. "You didn't answer my question. Are you dating anyone?"

Lucius draped his napkin across his lap. "No, not currently. I don't want a witch who isn't a natural submissive. Julliette was understanding, but I waited too long to tell her and I am lucky to have parted with her as friends. I want what you have. I want what Severus has - a witch who is intelligent and successful in her own right. A woman who is naturally submissive and who enjoys sex. A woman who lights up the room and warms up my heart."

"Not to mention beautiful," Draco added.

"Well, yes, but what makes a witch beautiful to me isn't perfect skin and an unflawed body. It isn't how many wizards vie for her attention. It's the way she looks at me. The way she makes me smile or laugh. A genuine and unforced look of need and pleasure in her eyes as she submits sexually. There is nothing more stunning than that." He sipped his water goblet as Bilby appeared with bowls of stew. "And I will not settle for less." He inhaled the aroma deeply. "This smells delicious, Bilby. Thank you."

Draco dipped his spoon into the thick broth as he replied, "You deserve that, father. If you won't pursue the obvious choice, then what will you do? Surely you don't think this perfect witch is just going to show up at the club?"

Lucius swallowed the first taste. "No. I don't." He took another taste. "I have decided an extended trip to our Tuscan villa would be a welcome change. I need to get away. Perhaps venture to some of the other Dominance clubs around Europe. Reconnect with old...friends." He broke off a piece of bread. "Bilby," he called out lightly. The pop of apparition alerted him to the elf's immediate presence.

"Masters called?"

"The Ribollita is delicious. Well done."

Bilbys eyes grew wide. "Thanks you Master. Thanks you."

Draco smirked as he pointed out, "See what persistence and not giving up can do?"

"Exactly. It's because I'm not giving up that I am going away. You are comfortable handling things at Malfoy Enterprises while I'm gone?"

Draco shrugged lightly. "I think I'm good for a trial run. It's not like I can't find you."

Lucius nodded. "Well then, I shall leave tomorrow."

Meanwhile, in a small cupboard off the kitchen pantry, a male elf giggles with delight as his toes and ears are affectionately rubbed and massaged with love by the elf he has adored since his youth. Little did anyone in the Manor realize that on this day the first of the next generation of Malfoy elves would be conceived.

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Having showered and taken the needed time to ground herself and focus, Hermione arrived with less than a minute to spare. She wore a sleeveless minidress, as she had received no guidance from Severus. Her Master had told her to come to room 17 for a roleplay scene, and he had instructed her to knock prior to entering. But that was all he had told her. He hadn't informed her what kind of roleplay and he certainly hadn't told her it would be THIS door. The minute her eyes landed on the heavy, wooden structure, she knew what lay ahead of her. She was NOT expecting this. She told herself to relax but the galloping palpitations in her chest did not listen to reason - despite the deep breaths she drew in through her nose and blew out through her mouth.

It had been almost ten years since she had walked through this entrance - a creaking, black monstrosity with its iron hinges and handle. The deep vertical cracks at its base had to be centuries old. How many times had she stood outside this door waiting for it to be opened so that the students could gain entrance?

As memories flooded her thoughts, Hermione closed her eyes and counted to five. Now was not the time for a trip down nostalgia lane. Given what was likely ahead of her, she couldn't dare to be late and she didn't have time to linger. Her palms moist, and her right hand's knuckles braced for knocking, she could barely contain the mix of nervous dread and unbridled excitement that were warring for dominance.

Taking a deep breath for courage, she squared her shoulders and delivered three quick, successive taps.

"Enter."

Her heart literally did somersaults at the sound of his voice. Pushing open the door, she tried not to become distracted by the perfection of the replication. The gouge on the black chalkboard at the lower left corner. The way two of the chairs at the back right table had short legs that always made them wobble. The humidity in the room from all the simmering cauldrons off to the side. The smell of lemon from the prior class cleaning their stations.

But it's what was at the head of the classroom that caused her heart to race. The Professor sitting at his desk, hunched over a large stack of essays. The sound of his quill dipping in ink and tapping off the excess before rapidly scratching words on parchment. And those robes! Layers of black fabric with their copious buttons. His sleeves rubbing along the desk as he eviscerated the poor soul's homework he was marking.

Lightly clearing the frog in her throat, she approached the massive desk with its snake carvings along the edges - another detail she had miraculously forgotten until now.

Trying to calm herself, she unclenched her fists at her sides and stretched her fingers. It's just Severus, Hermione, she coached herself. He's only pretending to be your professor. You aren't a teenager anymore... besides, you've seen him in his boxers. She could only chalk it up to nervousness that she chuckled out loud at her own internal joke.

The sharp eyes of Professor Snape immediately shot up at the sound of her slight laugh. When his gaze drifted down at her attire, she asked, trying to sound as unbothered as possible, "You wanted to see me, Sir?"

He didn't answer. He merely studied her with those onyx eyes of his. Those mysterious orbs that currently told her nothing. Her knees began to tremble. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other as she cast nervous glances around the empty classroom, unable to bear his scrutinizing stare another second.

"Twenty points from Gryffindor for being out of uniform, Miss Granger."

Despite it being a game, despite it having been many years since she was his student, her reaction to his taunt was instantaneous. The feeling of indignation. The unjustness of being unfairly picked on. He hadn't told her she should wear her uniform. Of course it had been by design, but still. How quickly her defensiveness all came back.

But there was something else that struck her as well - and it surprised her - the comfort of familiarity. She had spent a large part of her school life in this very classroom and with this very man. The surly professor was a fixture in her past almost as much as Severus, the lover and Dominant, was a fixture in her present. And had her lover greeted her in this room instead of her professor, it wouldn't have felt right. She would have felt uneasy. Instead, this cantankerous teacher that she had respected but dreaded felt like an old, lost blanket that welcomed her into its warmth. Holes and all.

She felt a rush of confidence in this realization and an almost maniacal thrill come over her. She would play this game. She would say all the things she had always wanted to say when she was his student. She was going to take advantage of this opportunity.

Snape was watching her closely and his left eye brow slowly rose as he watched her expressive eyes. "Something you wish to say, Miss Granger?"

She would hold her tongue for now.

"Nothing? I find that hard to believe. You must have something to ask or to...spew. What you were laughing at, perhaps?"

Still, she said nothing.

"No?" He paused momentarily, once again taking in her appearance, before flicking his wand at her. The puff of magic enveloped her, and she looked down to find herself in full Hogwarts uniform, including a robe. She sought out his stare, trying not to smirk at the way his eyes were glittering. "Then take your seat. And take another twenty points from Gryffindor for wasting time dawdling at my desk."

Sliding into the seat of the table she had shared with Harry and Ron, she folded her hands in front of her and sat up straight, curious just how all this would play out. She knew one thing for certain, she would give as good as she got. They might be roleplaying, but that didn't mean she had to play the obedient and studious little wallflower of her youth.

She raised her hand.

Snape ignored her and went back to his marking.

She kept her hand up.

He continued to ignore her.

"Excuse me, Sir. I'm sorry to pull you away from what is certainly a riveting essay to have you so enraptured, but I do have an important question."

Without looking up, he grabbed the next essay from the stack of many before dipping his quill in the ink pot and beginning to mark the new parchment before him.

She was about to speak again when the classroom door swung open and Draco and M walked in, dressed in proper Hogwarts uniforms.

"Professor," Draco greeted.

"Good evening, Professor," M added with a saccharine tone.

Snape set down his quill and looked up as he pleasantly responded, "Good evening, Mr. Malfoy, Miss Bulstrode. Right on time. And dressed appropriately. How refreshing."

The two Slytherin's sniggered as they cast haughty glances at Hermione. Hermione was suddenly absent the confidence she had sported only a moment before. Were Draco and M scening with them? If so, this roleplay just went to plaid.

Hermione found her focus drawn to the arrogant, smokey grey eyes of her old school nemesis. Her mind couldn't help drawing the comparison between the school boy of her past and the one standing here now. He essentially looked just like he had when they were classmates. Well, with the exception that he was a little taller and his features were a little less pointy. His jawline and cheekbones were defined and strong. His shoulders were more broad and his confidence seemed less forced and, therefore, more natural. He was no longer a boy playing a man and Hermione suddenly found herself remembering the con/non-con scene they had engaged in the prior year. The truth was, Draco Malfoy was hot. It was just something she normally didn't think about.

Feeling a little warm, she tried to temper this unexpected swell of attraction. Draco cocked a knowing brow as he asked, "You alright there, Granger?"

Snapping out of it, she spat, "I'm fine."

"You don't look fine. You seem a little...tense," Millicent chimed in with the sultry, teasing voice of Mistress M.

Hermione felt a flutter of nerves in her belly. She had momentarily forgotten about the intimidating statuesque dominatrix. Millicent looked nothing like she had back in the day. Standing there in her Hogwarts uniform, she demonstrated a sharp contrast to the child version of herself. Her face was essentially the same, only now, because of weight loss (or more accurately described, a shift in where she carried her weight) her bone structure was more defined. She wore makeup and tweezed her brows. She had never been ugly, she had just been rather plain. Where she had been frumpy and awkward in her skin before, now she was self-assured. Her school robes accentuated her exaggerated, feminine curves. The pleated uniform skirt beneath her open robes pulled focus to her long, strong legs. Like Draco, she permeated confidence and sex appeal. She was beautiful and alluring and the thought of engaging sexually with the witch excited Hermione to a degree that no longer surprised her. Severus had hinted a few weeks ago that a scene with Mistress M might be in her near future, so Hermione wasn't completely surprised, but that didn't mean she wasn't nervous. Just because she wanted it, didn't mean she wasn't intimidated by the bombshell before her.

"What's the matter, cat got your tongue?" M teased with lustful eyes and red lips.

Draco draped an arm around her shoulders, pulling the vixen close. Their matching, challenging smirks directed at her.

'In for a penny, in for a pound,' Hermione thought to herself as she responded, "I'm just wondering what I'm doing here with you two snakes, that's all, unless you both need tutoring?"

"Ha! As if," Draco responded with a sneer.

"Take. Your. Seats."

All eyes immediately sprung to the professor. His familiar, clipped tone still commanded the room, only now, the obedience it demanded was every bit as arousing as it was intimidating. She immediately returned to her spot but didn't miss the way Draco held out M's chair and didn't take a seat until she gestured for him to do so. Hermione was left wondering if Draco would be submitting in this scene as well.

"Tonight we will be brewing a special elixir. One that is coveted by witches and very hard to find. The nature of the ingredients, as well as the labor intensive and unorthodox manner in which they must be obtained and combined, render this potion very rare and very profitable."

Hermione couldn't help but be curious if they were truly brewing or not. There were several potions that came to mind - all of them rare, and all of them very expensive.

With a flick of his wrist, words appeared on the blackboard.

8 oz purified water

6 oz pomegranate juice

2 oz powdered cocoa bean

6.8 mg of chopped orchid labellum

4.6 mg of powdered oyster shell

8 drops of honeysuckle nectar

16 mL ejaculate from two magical human males - collected by a single magical human female

4 mL magical human female ejaculate - collected by a magical human female

12mL combined essence of four magical humans - two male, two female - mixed in one female

0.5 oz Shaved unicorn horn collected by a magical human virgin - male or female

"Witch's Delight," Draco slowly drawled as his eyes glittered towards Hermione.

Oh Nimue!

She vaguely remembered reading about this potion in the restricted section as a student. It was not something that would ever be found on a school curriculum. Playing along with the scene, she called upon her inner swot. "But, Sir! Surely you don't mean for us to brew that! We're students!"

"Is there a problem, Miss Granger?" He cut her a dark and foreboding stare.

Drawing herself up and squaring her shoulders, she met his eyes as she succinctly stated, "That potion is not in our textbook, nor is it a potion in the NEWT curriculum. Requiring our assistance is tantamount to...to..."

"Yes? Do, please go on Miss Granger."

"Well, it's inappropriate."

"Inappropriate... Hmm. Being the school rule-abiding beacon of righteousness that you are, I suppose you would never stoop to inappropriate behavior."

She nodded.

"You would never ... for instance... set a professor's robes on fire…? Or steal from his personal potions inventory? You would never -"

"Illegally brew polyjuice and attempt to impersonate another student?" M chimed in.

"Well, that was... those were... there were reasons. I... it was..."

"It occurs to me, Miss Granger, that you are a hypocrite. I'll get straight to the point. You are here to assist with this potion. You will do as you are told, without question and without delay."

"And if I refuse?"

When his stern stare turned towards her, she nearly melted into a puddle of submission right there on the floor. While the man was still a mystery in many ways, Hermione had learned some of his tells. Like the way his eyes would transform when he was feeling his most Dominant - their black depths somehow glittered with expectation and desire. When he looked at her that way...the way he was right now...it was an instant aphrodisiac. His lust for her drove her desire for him to new heights. It seemed her threat of defiance was eliciting a delicious response.

His lip curved into a smirk. "And why would the Gryffindor princess refuse?" He stepped towards her slowly, his teasing words sultry. "Why would Hermione Granger refuse the opportunity for... Extra. Credit." The 't' at the end of credit literally echoed in the room.

Hermione swallowed, barely containing her gasp at the words that had never exited Professor Snape's mouth, at least not within her earshot. Extra credit! Professor Snape uttering those words would have brought the younger Hermione Granger to her knees every bit as much as the words 'bend over' brought the adult Hermione Granger to hers.

Hermione vaguely registered Draco chuckling in the background.

"Extra credit?" Hermione whispered with the reverence those words deserved.

He had her, and Hermione knew that he knew he had her when he turned away and continued, "If you stay you will be at my command and do as I say, without hesitation. You will assist with this potion to the fullest extent of your ability. Or… you can leave, never to be offered an opportunity such as this again. Answer now."

"I…" she pretended to hesitate. "I will stay."

"You agree to be at my command and do as I say?"

"Yes."

"Yes...what?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Good girl." Now standing behind his desk, the professor began unbuttoning his sleeves as he announced, "Miss Bulstrode, please make yourself comfortable in light of what we are about to do and then join me at the front of the classroom. You shall be my assistant and help with direction as needed."

"Certainly, Professor," she responded. "Draco, your assistance, please," the vixen crooned as her gaze flitted from Hermione to the blond sitting next to her.

"Of course," Draco responded as he practically leapt out of his chair. He quickly stood behind M and gently slid her outer robes off her shoulders and down her arms. After draping them over her chair, he trailed his fingers down her back as he whispered, "Anything else I can help you remove?"

With a demure peek over her shoulder, the beauty responded, "Hmm, yes. My sweater is feeling a little scratchy."

"Well, we can't have that. Allow me." After sliding off her cardigan and laying it over her robes, he whispered as his lips brushed her ear. "Anything else?"

Hermione looked over at Severus to find him watching the couple with a softness in his eyes that she didn't expect. Noticing her gaze, he tightened his features and asked, "Do you require any potions to help you relax, Miss Granger? As you can see, the couple we are being paired with have a natural ability to arouse and calm each other."

Looking him dead in the eyes before glancing down his form and back up, she responded, "No, Sir. I don't believe that will be necessary."

There was a flash of heat in his onyx irises before he responded, "Remove your outer robes."

Showing no hesitation, Hermione removed them and laid them across her desk, never taking her eyes off his. A slight upcurve of the corner of his mouth was his only response before he returned his attention to the other couple.

Following his lead, Hermione turned back to Draco and M to find the couple had significantly progressed and M was now down to a black, lacy bra that barely contained her ample bosom, as well as her Slytherin tie, skirt, socks and shoes. Draco was just reaching around to stroke her breasts when M took his hands in hers. "Not yet, Dragon. Have a seat." Draco let a small pout cross his features, which prompted M to lean and press a gentle kiss to his lips before she sauntered - as in, hips hitting the kettle drum strutted - up to the front of the room. She was obviously aware that both Hermione's and Draco's eyes were on her arse, though Hermione caught Snape peeking at her bouncing bosom, as well.

As M reached Snape, everyone in the room seemed surprised when she reached out and grasped the knot of his cravat under his frock coat. "I've been thinking about undoing these buttons since I entered the room, Professor," she gave him a sultry smirk, her full lower lip protruding. "May I?"

Snape returned her subtle smile and waved a hand as to say, Help yourself.

Hermione's eyes snapped over to Draco's, eyebrows raising. She and Snape had discussed who they'd be comfortable scening with for group scenarios long ago, but as much as Hermione had tried to imagine how a moresome would go, never had she ever imagined anyone but herself undressing Snape. She found this much, much more interesting. Should she be surprised by her lack of jealousy? God knows she was a sexual creature; she supposed arousal was arousal. Besides, she knew who he was going home with tonight. Draco didn't appear quite as surprised as she was, but his eyes were unwaveringly transfixed on his Mistress.

She returned her stare to M and Severus, entranced by how sexy they looked together as M whispered words they couldn't hear, and Snape's slightly curved mouth grew into a deep smirk. M's beautiful skin was striking against her lacy bra and the black of the Potion Master's robes.

The frock coat was discarded a minute or so later, and Hermione found herself tilting in her seat to watch as M smoothed her hand over the placket of Snape's trousers. The seated brunette tittered lightly when M's eyes widened just a bit, and she almost couldn't wait for M to get the full effect of Severus' one-eyed snake head on. Draco had a great cock, bigger than average, thick, and he knew how to use it. A python. Severus had a basilisk in his shorts, though, and also knew how to wield that demon snake to the fullest extent of pleasure.

"That's enough for now, Miss Bulstrode," Snape said suddenly, pulling away from M's wandering fingers before she was even halfway done unbuttoning his crisp, white dress shirt.

"Of course, Professor. Where do you need me?" M never hesitated in her compliance and that helped Hermione gauge exactly how this roleplay was going to go. Snape, the 'teacher,' was in charge. M was his second in command. Now she just needed to figure out if Draco was her higher up or equal.

A rap of a wand against the blackboard pulled Hermione out of her thoughts, and Snape started lecturing. "The potion we are going to be attempting to create this evening is extraordinarily difficult to make - can anyone tell me why?"

She couldn't help it, her hand snapped into the air so fast, one would swear the movement whistled. Hermione heard a snort from behind her turn into a cough and watched as M actually slapped her hand across her lips to control her expression. Hermione, herself, felt heat suffuse her cheeks at how quickly she had turned into her eager-to-please, sixteen-year-old self again.

She watched as Snape's eyes slid shut, whether in actual annoyance or to hide amusement, she didn't know.

"Anyone besides Miss Granger?" The words were said with a bite she remembered clearly, and suddenly, she was transported back. Yes, she had been up for the roleplay. Yes, she had been having a good time. Now – now - she was in deep.

She made a soft noise of protest and wiggled her fingers. Snape rolled his eyes.

"Draco?"

"Witch's Delight is difficult for two reasons." Draco's tone was one of boredom. "The first is that the four participants in collecting the ingredients must be completely willing to abandon themselves to each other. The second is the expense of procuring the final ingredient – shavings collected from a unicorn horn by a virgin."

Hermione's shoulders slumped and her hand returned to her lap as Snape murmured. "Five points to Slytherin, Mr. Malfoy. You are correct, of course. The ingredients must all be as fresh as possible, with the exception of the horn. Which is a good thing, being the unicorn horn I have was collected roughly 30-years ago.

"I was able to pick up the orchid, oyster, and honeysuckle this evening at the apothecary – all items alive upon purchase. Miss Bulstrode, please take Draco the oyster to clean and the mortar and pestle to grind the shell into powder and then return to me." M took her task seriously, and walked past Hermione a few moments later, just as Snape was approaching Hermione.

"Miss Granger, I believe you can handle dismantling the orchid," he clunked the small potted plant onto the table in front of her before summoning a sharp blade and cutting board from the head table. "We need 6.8 milligrams of chopped labellum."

The cutting board had settled gently in front of her, but Snape held the knife handle out to her while grasping the blade of the tool. Gently, she took the instrument by the butt and met his eyes. "Of course, Sir," she whispered. Heat flared in the obsidian recesses of his gaze and she shivered as he purposely caressed her fingers with his own before relinquishing the knife.

"Do be careful, the blade is quite sharp." He stared down his nose at her as he said it and Hermione found herself sinking deeper into character from the nostalgic display.

"Yessir."

She set to work, not having any trouble dismantling the orchid to pull out the labellum from each flower. She was just finished dicing a few minutes later when a soft growl came from behind her. Hermione turned a questioning glance over her shoulder to find Draco staring at the front of the room with a heated fury in his eyes. She followed his gaze and gasped lightly when she found M pouring the base liquids into the now heated cauldron, naked from the waist up. Severus was behind her, one hand grasping a breast, his other buried in her hair and tilting her head to the side. He was muttering in her ear and then nipped her lobe, causing M to shudder slightly, though she made no mistakes in her pouring.

Heat engulfed Hermione's core. In fact, her entire body immediately felt hot as hell, and she raised a hand to undo the top buttons on her blouse. They made a striking couple, both tall and composed even though they were clearly turned on. When M wiggled her bum back into the cradle of Snape's thighs, Hermione was startled by the sound of Draco standing roughly and slamming his hands down on the table.

M was immediately on the alert, a stern expression crossing her features as Snape dropped his hands and took a step back. It was apparent by the look on the Potion Master's face that he was both annoyed and apprehensive with the interruption.

In a scene such as they were undertaking, Hermione knew that the Doms would have had a full discussion to talk about safewords, soft and hard limits, and other odds and ends to make sure both the submissives felt safe and the Doms were on a level playing field and wouldn't accidently make a mistake that would trigger a safeword. Just as she and Snape had discussed what was okay and not okay in a group sex situation, Hermione knew that M and Draco'd had the same discussion.

While it had only taken her a split second for these thoughts to flow through her mind, M was crossing her arms under her bust and adopting a stern expression. "Dragon! What has gotten into you?" she demanded.

Silence ensued and Hermione's heart rate accelerated a bit when she turned to find a lost look on her friend's face. Was he having second thoughts? She'd be disappointed if he called the scene to an end, but that wasn't her largest worry. She wanted him to be as comfortable as she was. That thought caused her forehead to wrinkle a bit with concern. Was this a bigger deal than she thought? Was she the one with the odd interpretation of feelings and jealousy?

"Back to work, Miss Granger," Snape barked out, causing Hermione to return to her labellum. All she had left to do was weigh it. The scales were at the front of the room near where Snape was plucking honeysuckle blossoms, watching M's bum as she stalked to Draco. After reaching the desk, Hermione glanced out of the corner of her eyes to see M standing with her hands on her hips. However, her tone was too low to make out words. She refocused on her job and plunked weights down on the left pan to equal 6.8 milligrams before sliding a small pile of labellum to the right pan.

The crack of skin on skin made her jump in alarm, and she would have dumped over the scale if it weren't for Snape casting a freezing charm on it. "I'm so sorry!" she gasped.

"As you should be, Miss Granger," he sneered at her before jerking his head, indicating she take in the scene happening behind her. She didn't hesitate, whipping around instantly. She wanted to see what was happening, and all the deities of the earth were blessed by the sexiness of the picture before her.

"Merlin," she breathed. M had stripped off her skirt and was now standing proudly in only her knickers and garter belt, which attached to the top of her stockings. Her heels made her already long legs look longer. What really had her mesmerized, however, was the sight of Draco's alabaster arse on full display as he bent over the table. M was raining sadistic slaps on his glutes and upper thighs at a manic speed. The heat that was blossoming on his skin was evident by the white turning an alarming shade of pink very quickly.

Then she felt Snape step behind her, the warmth from his body radiating to hers and the pure, unadulterated magnetism that was between them flared to life as he bent his mouth to her ear and whispered, "He is a magnificent specimen of a young man - don't you think? All lean limbs and ropey muscles. His skin completely unblemished with the exception, of course, of his pink arse. I find that more attractive than a pale ass, myself, however. I know you've tasted his charms as a Dom, but his submissive persona is a true thing of beauty. When he can be persuaded to truly let go. I believe that is what Miss Bulstrode is attempting to do now."

As Snape's words rumbled in her ear, her already damp knickers turned into a certifiable swamp land. "And how is our little lion tonight? Hmm. Enjoying yourself or scared out of your swotty little mind?"

"Scared?" she tipped her head back, glaring slightly as she gave a dainty sniff. "Sir, you are talking to a Gryffindor. We're not scared of anything." Then, she smirked.

"Good." And with that, he wrapped both large hands around her hips and pulled her flush against his chest, so his erection was resting in the small of her back. "You won't mind if I remove some of these pesky clothes, then. Will you?"

Hermione's breath hitched at his grip and her blood sang at his words, but she was having too much fun to just melt into a pile of submissiveness – after all, this was a roleplay. "Professor Snape," she said in a disbelieving tone that was belied by her smirking pout. "Are you saying you want to see me naked?" She raised a brow.

His bow line rose to match her. "Most. Definite-ly." She shivered at his precise and emphasized 't's.

"Well then," she gestured down the length of her body. "Please, undress me, Sir."

He growled lightly before leaning forward and nipping her bottom lip between his teeth before insistently pressing her lips open with his tongue and taking over her entire existence. She groaned into his kiss clutching the open lapels of his dress shirt as his fingers rose to pull at the hem of her vest. Severus pulled it over her head, only unlocking their mouths long enough to do so, before forcing her two steps back and hoisting her up onto the first set of desks.

His lips moved down her jaw and she gasped and arched into him as he pulled her tie loose and undid the third and fourth button of her blouse. "I want you to turn around on the desk. You'll keep your eyes open and watch Mr. Malfoy take his spanking like the naughty boy he is. Do. Not. Close. Your. Eyes."

"Yes," was all she could say as he helped her spin. As soon as she was facing the rear of the room, a louder noise of desire was ripped from her chest at the sight of M leaning her ample chest into Draco's back as she muttered something in his ear. Her tone was one of chastisement, and Hermione would have felt bad for Draco if she hadn't been so entirely turned on. Her arousal only grew as Snape, still behind her, tugged her blouse from her skirt and proceeded to undo the buttons from the bottom as M straightened and summoned a small strap from who knew where.

She cried out with Draco in sympathy as the first stroke of the strap fell none-too-lightly at the same time Snape grasped both her nipples firmly through her bra – she hadn't even realized he had finished unbuttoning her top!

Clearly, she heard M tell Draco, "Fifteen, Dragon. Then you'll be my good boy again and we can get this potion made with hot little Miss Priss. You're going to love fucking her in front of me, aren't you, love?"

Draco's answer was hazy in her ears because Snape's grip on her areola not only tightened, but twisted and pulled as well, making all her senses go slightly out of focus. "Gods, Professor!" she moaned hotly.

Her exclamation brought M's attention to her, and just like that – she was on display. And, oh, did she love being on display.

"Bloody hell, Professor!" M called out. "Enough teasing! Pull her bra down and let me see those pretty nipples!"

Apparently, Snape liked that idea, because within a second, her breasts were pushed up over her bra and his thumb and forefingers were pulling her nipples like taffy, pinching so hard they were already turning purple.

"Yes!" M hummed, licking her lips before stepping to the side so she could crack Draco's ass while watching Snape torture Hermione's tits. All Hermione could do was babble incoherently as the pain/pleasure center of her mind was activated to high gear.

She arched into Severus, muttering his title and begging for more. And suddenly, his hands were gone. He left one hand on her mid back, so she wouldn't topple backward off the table, but as soon as she righted herself, he let go. "Get off the table and go put the labellum into the brew. We have to stay on task."

Hermione's mind was muddled with the leftover pain, combined with disappointment that he had stopped touching her, but as she slid down from the table, she heard Draco's voice choke out a tight, "Fifteen, thank you, Mistress."

Hermione carefully picked up the orchid labellum tray and moved behind Snape's desk. She glanced up at the board and skimmed down to where the instructions mentioned adding the flower. She read it three times before carefully dumping the pieces in the brew. Then she picked up the glass stirring rod and stirred six times clockwise and nine times anticlockwise. Once her step in the potion was done, she allowed herself to tune into what was happening with her three partners.

Draco was now completely nude save for his white button down that was opened fully. His lovely cock stood out proudly, and she subconsciously licked her lips. "You're sure you're okay, Dragon?" M was asking as Severus approached them.

"I'm green, Mistress," Draco murmured. Hermione rounded the desk to join the grouping.

"Good, then you and Miss Priss can have a seat together here at the first desk while the Professor and I finish up the honeysuckle. Bring me the powdered shell before you get comfortable." Draco nodded firmly; his eyes locked on the floor. Hermione found herself a bit surprised when M gently snatched his chin with her fingers and tilted his gaze to hers. Their eyes locked. M must've seen what she needed because she pressed her lips to his and then turned away from him without another word.

Severus said nothing, just returned to the front of the room with M following him assuredly. A moment later, Draco was sitting carefully next to her at the desk. Hermione reached over and touched his hand gently. "You okay?" she mouthed when he looked at her questioningly.

He gave her a half smile, "Yeah," he murmured. "I'll be alright. Bit of jealousy." Hermione cocked her head questioningly. "Silly, I know. Snape is crazy about you; not like he's going to go chasing my girl."

Hermione snorted lightly. "I'd take her on if he did," she teased. Draco's head tipped back on a huff of laughter.

"I'd like to see that."

"Silence!" Severus' voice caused them both to snap their jaws shut, but the moment Hermione looked at what was happening up front, her mouth fell open again. Severus was behind M once again, hands over hers showing her how to delicately squeeze the single drop of nectar from the end of the honeysuckle bloom. The potion sizzled once the drop hit, and he reached for the next flower with one hand, while simultaneously using the other to firmly grasp M's left breast. The witch's lips parted and a hissed breath left her nose.

"You sure know how to use your hands, Professor. Though I shouldn't be surprised," M said huskily. "You've always been so sure when using them to demonstrate potion-making."

The words were almost hokey, but in her sultry alto, even Hermione shivered. She watched them squeeze three more flowers into the cauldron before losing an internal battle. Lifting one hand, Hermione lightly ran her fingers down her neck to the swell of her bosom. Gently, she smoothed her hand down until it was cupping a breast before lightly plucking at a nipple.

Before she even realized what she was doing, her other hand traversed her flat stomach to play with the waistline of her skirt. Merlin, she wanted to shove her fingers in her knickers and make herself come while watching her lover and M tease and play with each other. She watched from under her eyelashes as they added the last drop of nectar. M threw away the bloom and spun in Snape's arms, pulling him down so they were nose to nose.

Hermione thought they were going to lock lips, but at the last second, M deterred to his ear. She didn't have a good enough view to see if she was biting his lobe or sucking on it, but the next thing she knew –

"MISS GRANGER!"

She jumped. "What?!" she gasped.

"I think self-stimulation is a no-no," M pouted. "Especially when you have three willing people on hand."

"Granger, you're in so much trouble," Draco snorted from beside her, not taking his eyes off of Snape, who was circling the desk to reach her, a dark expression on his face.

"Up, on your feet," Snape commanded, reaching out to help pull her to stand by her elbow.

"To my desk, bend over, grasp the sides so you're not tempted to put your hands over your bum. Go!"

Hermione was startled at the severity of his tone. She hadn't even been touching anything good! Then she remembered – this was roleplay. She was not actually in trouble with Professor Snape. "No." She came to a complete standstill halfway to the desk.

Both Draco and M's attention snapped to her from where some heavy kissing had started the second M had straddled Draco's lap, their eyes wide with surprise.

"What do you mean…no?" Snape's baritone was dangerous, and Hermione almost regretted her choice to put up a fight…even if it was going to be a terribly weak one.

"I mean no – I will not 'bend over' your desk so you can hit me. That's against school protocols! You can remove house points, give me a detention, or even send me to the Headmistress, but you aren't allowed to use corporal punishment on me! No where in the instructions does it say that spanking is a necessary factor of the potion!"

Draco's face went from shocked to a pleased little grin as M gave a huff of exasperation. Severus' expression, on the other hand, darkened. "Did you...or did you not agree to be at my command when deciding to stay with us this evening, Miss Granger?"

She swallowed, feeling her face drain of color. "I – I did, but - "

"And did you or did you not agree to do as I say, without hesitation?" His tone was even firmer, more menacing.

"Yes, Sir," she whispered.

"Then…do you not have somewhere to be?"

Slowly, Hermione turned back towards his desk. She stared at it for a moment before taking the last half of a dozen steps towards the large, antique piece of furniture. Just before moving to drape across its surface, Snape spoke. "Disrobe. You can leave your socks on."

Hermione glanced down at her clothing. She still had her blouse on, unbuttoned, but on. Her breasts were shoved up over the top of her bra. She glanced back at Draco and M, suddenly feeling a bit self-conscious.

"She's going to chicken out," M stage whispered to Draco. It was an obvious ploy…but it worked, nonetheless. With renewed determination, she stripped off her blouse and flung it at the couple. M laughed as Draco batted it away.

"Never underestimate the courage of a lion, you slithering snake," she taunted while popping the front clasp of her bra. She let the nude-colored garment slide down her arms to pool at her feet before reaching for the side zip of her pleated skirt. It hadn't even hit the floor before she was tugging her knickers down. Purposely, she turned around before bending to undo the latch of her Mary Jane's. The inhalation of breath from the younger couple gave her the confidence boost she needed to get through this next part. She had no idea what Snape was going to do because of her little act of defiance.

With no more hesitation or snappy comments, she draped herself over her Professor's desk before arching her back and wiggling her bum in what she hoped was an enticing way.

"Oh, she's good," M could be heard to say.

She chuckled lightly, but her laughter did not last long as her legs were quite suddenly pulled apart and attached to the feet of the desk with invisible bonds. Her gasp rose above both M and Draco's sudden amusement.

"I think that will be ten with the cane." Immediately, Hermione's body started trembling. She still had a strong dislike of the cane – especially if it was going to be wielded as a punishment.

"I'm sorry Sir, please not ten." Her voice warbled slightly with trepidation.

"Save it," Snape snapped. "You'll be getting ten – I'll bet my Slytherin friends over here that you'll be begging for more."

That helped her relax a tad. Not a punishment then. She had barely thought the words when M said, "You're lucky, Miss Priss. Dragon would have gotten twenty good ones for that lip." She briefly paused before continuing, "Merlin, that arse, though. Who knew you were hiding that sexy little body under your frumpy clothes, Granger. So hot."

Hermione smiled into the crook of her arm at those words before jumping slightly at the tap of a cane. "You will count and say 'Slytherins know best' at the end of each strike."

"Merlin, you all have big hea – " But the first strike landed, stealing the ending consonants. She gasped, "One! Slytherins know best!"

M and Draco burst out into full laughter at how quickly her tune changed. She even heard a huff of amusement from Severus. Tapping for the second hit followed immediately.

Woosh. Crack!

"Unn! Two! Slytherins know best!"

The strikes fell as quickly as she could recite her humiliating exclamation. Each line of heat made her womb grow tighter and her vaginal walls clench with heated anticipation. Her senses were assaulted. The classroom, Draco, M, Snape, the roleplay, the smell of the cold stone of the dungeon and the potion fumes all mixed with the growing fire in her backside with each kiss from the cane. Her arousal was undeniable. Her excitement grew alarmingly fast.

"Unnnnnn. God, Sir! NINE! Slytherins know best! Please hit me harder, Professor!"

This request elicited a deep growl of approval from Snape and she could hear the slap of skin on skin and M mewling in pleasure behind her. She wished she could see what was happening. "As you wish, Miss Granger."

She felt him tap out the last line, it would hit right at the juncture of her bum and thighs. Gritting her teeth, she steeled herself for a harder blow. Woosh. CRACK!

"OWW! TEN!" she cried out. "Thank you, Sir! I – I mean, Slytherins know best!"

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Snape's fingers were immediately on her striped flesh. Damn, she'd been exquisite so far tonight. He had been impressed with how she rose to the occasion, almost effortlessly slipping into the roleplay. Her backside was heated, but wouldn't bruise; the strikes had been firm but their only purpose had been to arouse. Wandlessly, he unbound her ankles before helping her stand wordlessly. He led her back to the other couple, who were necking so deeply, he was surprised neither of them had passed out cold. M was riding Draco rhythmically, her round bum bouncing with each stroke.

"I do believe that it is time to gather the next ingredients," he drawled lightly, keeping his expression aloof, even though he was affected by the sight of the voluptuous Miss Bulstrode attempting to lick Draco's tonsils. The only thing he was regretting thus far into the evening was that the roleplay did not allow over-familiarity with Hermione. Snogging her senseless would be out of character.

"Of course, Professor." M detached herself from Draco with ease, a smirk flitting across her features as the boy grumbled his discontent as he slipped from her body. "What is your plan?"

Snape let his wand drop out of his sleeve before transfiguring one of the work tables into a small mattress. "Why, I would like Miss Granger on her knees before Draco and I - if that is acceptable to you, of course?"

M's smirk turned into a full-blown grin at Hermione's halfhearted grunt of protest. She was fooling no one with it; the gleam in her eyes expressed her excitement. "More than acceptable. Come, Dragon, you're finally going to get to keep Granger silent with that pretty cock of yours."

Draco's disappointed expression melted into a look of smug joy. He was on his feet before M had finished her sentence, his glistening dick bobbing with the movement.

Snape grunted appreciatively. He and Draco never engaged sexually, but they had no issues being naked in front of each other. They had shared a witch or two and had scened like this on a handful of other occasions. However, his godson looked so much like a younger Lucius, that Snape would sometimes find himself nostalgic and had to remind himself there was no touching the other male companion in this scenario.

His focus turned to the curly haired witch next to him. "Ready to show us just how smart that mouth is, Miss Granger?" Her lips parted at the question, her tongue slipping out to wet her lips. She didn't speak, simply nodded. "I provided the mattress for your comfort, on your knees, little witch."

Snape reveled in the darkening of her irises, loving how she moved without hesitation to get comfortable. Draco followed her like an eager puppy as M snickered. "Miss Bulstrode, would you please do me the honor of divesting me of my trousers?" he asked the other young woman. Three sets of eyes fixed on him and M smiled deliciously.

"Would I." It was a statement. She kicked out of her heels before padding across the stone floor. Her lithe fingers with the deep red nails made easy work of his placket, teasing his length. "I've wanted to see this thing up close and personal after I watched you fuck Miss Priss on the cross - Mother of Morgana!" Her widening eyes made him laugh as she fished his prick out of his shorts.

"You lucky little slut, Miss Priss!" the witch stated over her shoulder. Both Hermione and Draco started to laugh at this breach of roleplay.

"Believe me - I. Am. Aware." Hermione mimicked her lover's cadence. Severus smirked at her before his attention was caught by one of her small hands grasping Draco's dick. M finished helping him out of his clothing before grasping him by the cock and leading him over to where Hermione was now licking M's drying juices off Draco's erection like a favorite lollipop. Gods damn - he couldn't wait to have her pretty little pout wrapped around his prick.

M distracted him again by running her blood red nails lightly up the underside of his girth. "Seriously, Snape, how have you not broken that little witch with this thing?" she murmured under her breath for only him to hear.

He raised one eyebrow before leaning to whisper in her ear, "She takes it like a pro and begs for more," he bragged, loving the way that M's moan strangled slightly in her throat.

She sniffed, regaining her composure. She lowered her voice even more. "I know we chatted about this before the scene, but I'm making sure that you're still okay with me diving face first into her muff - I was thinking now. Her fallatio skills will surely increase if she's gagging on her own pleasure."

Snape felt his smile turn devilish. "By all means… Be. My. Guest."

When their attention turned to the other couple after their brief conversation, Severus' cock went from hard to pure granite. Draco had his hands buried in Hermione's wild curls with his knob deep in her mouth. Hermione's focus was up, eyes locked with Draco's stare. The heat was apparent between the two and was a hell of a sexy sight.

"Mm...pet," Snape drawled as he stepped up next to the blond man. "You certainly look like you know what you're doing. Does it feel as good as it looks, Draco?"

"Better," the younger man assured him through clenched teeth. Snape watched his jaw muscles tighten further as his eyes followed M, who stepped onto the mattress behind Hermione and settled behind the smaller witch. Hermione groaned deep when M's hands caressed up her sides before cupping the undersides of her breasts, making Draco grunt.

"Come, Miss Granger," Snape reached out to collect the curls at the back of her head, causing Draco to disentangle his own grasp. "My turn." Gripping her head with one hand and his dripping manhood with the other, he instructed, "Spit in your hand and make sure you rub Draco well while you suck me," he instructed. The sound of her spitting in her own hand blindly while she stared down his prick with a singular hunger only made his need for her mouth on him even more desperate.

---

Hermione was so fucking hot, she felt like she was going to die. With one hand wrapped around Draco's cock and M pressing steamy, wet kisses to the top of her arse, Hermione reached out to grasp her Professor's massive prick in her hand. She looked up at him with wide eyes as she laved his frenulum with the flat of her tongue, gathering the glittering fluid that had dripped from him. She groaned at the same time he did and eagerly sucked the tip of his dick into her mouth. She relished the taste of him - hot, musky, hers.

Continuing to pump and twist one hand over Draco, she maneuvered her lips as far down Snape's length as she could, letting the tip slide slightly into her throat while rubbing her other hand on his base firmly. The rumble she pulled from him was exquisite and when Draco gasped as she thumbed the precum dripping around his slit, she couldn't help the light curve of her mouth.

Nothing had prepared her for the feel of soft, feminine hands spreading her thighs apart, though. Her mouth left Severus with a quiet pop and a gasp as M confidently inserted her head underneath Hermione's now properly parted thighs. "Sit down on my face, Granger," the woman's husky voice came as Draco swore loudly and Snape grumbled a low laugh at Hermiones's expression. "I've wanted to lick this pretty cunt for months."

The vixen's nails bit gently into her soft thighs and she stared up at Hermione's quim, a lovely smirk on her beautiful face. Hermione glanced up at Severus, whose eyebrow was raised in haughtiness, to Draco who was giving her a desperate expression that clearly stated, Do it.

Glancing back down at M, Hermione nodded. M's smirk grew devilish and her palms lightly slid up her thighs to the outside of Hermione's labia, opening the folds before Hermione gently lowered her slit. The feel of the woman's tongue caused Hermione to tilt her head back on a groan as her eyes slid out of focus. Mother of Merlin! Three swipes in and it was very, very apparent that M knew exactly what she was doing.

"Ah," Draco half grimaced, half chuckled. "Loosen your grip there, love," he told Hermione. "I know she's good with that tongue of hers, but you're cutting off circulation."

Severus let a low, rumbling laugh roll through the room before using his fingers to bring her attention back to the men before her. "I want that mouth on me, Miss Granger. Make me come."

Hermione had to force herself to focus before spitting on her hand again for Draco and then reintroducing her mouth to Snape's snake. "Yes," the older man hissed as Draco grunted his appreciation. "Just like that, love. Suck harder."

She whimpered around his cock as the feel of M's tongue slid from her dripping entrance to her swollen clit. "Mmmph!" she squealed before pulling back to spit on Snape before turning her mouth to take Draco in.

She would never admit it outloud, but Draco's dick was so similar to Lucius' that taking him in and down her throat was almost second nature. She had given his father so much head in their months together it could almost be counted as ridiculous. Therefore, the gasps and groans Draco let out as she clucked and gagged on his cock while it was stuffed down her throat almost made her give the most ludicrous grin. Severus was spouting a litany of praises as her wet hand rubbed up and down his shaft, swirling around his tip on every third stroke.

Snape, who was still gripping her hair as she took Draco's cock over and over again, tightened his hold and pulled her off the younger wizard. "Look at you gagging on Malfoy's fucking dick like you love being our little cock sucker. Maybe you do love it?"

Hermione whimpered a bit desperately as M's tongue traveled up her folds again, the other woman's palms spreading her for easier access. "Oh gods. Yes, Sir. I love it," she bit out before groaning. His grip held her head in place, forcing her to look up into his eyes.

"What do you think, Draco? Is the Princess of Gryffindor a good cock sucker?"

"One of the best, Professor," Draco answered in a strangled tone. His eyes were locked on his girlfriend, however. "Merlin, Millie. Bury your nose in her cunt, please. Granger, ride her face, I can tell you're getting close. Millie likes eating pussy, she's told me so herself."

"Continue, Granger," Severus commanded as M grasped Hermione's hips and pulled her more firmly down onto her plundering tongue, urging her to roll her hips using a quicker cadence.

"Unnn." Hermione was almost completely overwhelmed, and getting very close - just as Draco had pointed out. All she could focus on at the moment was the way M's lips felt sliding through her labia before latching on to her clit again. She panted.

A breath of a second later, the men took over Hermione's job for her. Draco spit down on his cock, sliding her fingers through his saliva and covering her hand with his, encouraging her to jack him off while Snape used the hand that wasn't tangled in her hair to force her jaw open.

Hermione had become completely nonsensical. Snape had cut off her vocalizations, but she hummed and grunted and gagged around his dick while he fucked her mouth shallowly. M's fingers tightened on Hermione's thighs as the tension in them rose to an unbearable level before snapping like a rubberband.

"MMMmmmmm!" She could not help how she bucked on the other woman's face, smashing herself onto M's nose as the woman rolled her clit between her lips. She had tried to pull off of Snape's cock, but the man held her in place, groaning as her muffled cries of completion caused him to lose his load.

"Do NOT swallow!" he commanded her, jerking his hips on each word.

"Shit, Granger, keep moving your hand!" Draco exclaimed barely a second later, just as M smacked her ass, presumably to get Hermione to raise off her so she could breathe.

It was all Hermione could do to follow everyone's simultaneous instructions. She pocketed a bit of Snape's come under her tongue as she pushed up to be more fully seated on her knees while pumping Draco's now pulsing prick. Snape pulled out of her mouth just as Draco grunted his own completion, his hot essence pouring over her fist and down the back of her hand.

---

Severus pulled back from his little witch while summoning two vials from the desk. "Spit," he told Hermione, holding one glass beaker up to her mouth. "I need my come." Blindly he held the other out to Draco. "Collect some of your ejaculate off her arm," he told the younger man.

He glanced down to see that M had rolled out from under Hermione and was steadying the smaller witch. She had a small beaker of her own, partially filled with Hermione's cream. "Perfect," he told M, reaching for the container while the woman wrapped her other arm around Hermione's waist, still helping to steady her. "You two take care of her, I'll get these in the cauldron."

"My pleasure." M gave him a grin that clearly bespoke of a cat catching the canary, and getting a bowl full of cream besides.

Severus moved to the table that held their cauldron and used a spell to siphon the substances out of the beakers to measure and transfer to the potion. While he worked, he allowed himself to be pulled into his own thoughts.

Initially, Severus had invited Rose and Etan to join them for this scene. Etan had declined because they were courting a new submissive witch and were at a delicate stage in the process. Severus could only imagine how things were going, and rightfully expressed his understanding. When he approached M about the scene, she had barely hesitated before agreeing. He must have seemed surprised because M had explained that she and Draco had actually been discussing inviting them for a foursome. After that it had been easy to plan.

Snape finished magicking the substances into the cauldron after measuring them out, before adding a bit more purified water and adjusting the temperature. When it was complete, he looked up. Instantly, his tired cock perked with interest. One of his 'students' must have done some transfiguration as they were all piled on a large couch. M was orchestrating the scene and had Hermione perched on the back of the couch with Draco kneeling on the couch between her splayed knees, attached to one of her breasts as if it was the nourishment of life itself.

M was standing behind the couch, one arm wrapped around Hermione, just under her bust, while whispering in her ear, the other hand buried in Draco's hair, holding him in place. Twice he saw the taller witch's tongue flick out against Hermione's lobe, causing pretty little gasps to leave her pouty lips. Snape made his way back over to the trio in time to hear M tell Hermione, "He was so excited he was trembling from head to toe, my fingers sliding up his arsehole, slicked with lube. His cock was so hard, it was almost purple. All the while begging me, 'Please bugger me, Mistress. I need a good fucking!'"

Snape found himself groaning as M's red painted fingers pulled Hermione's chin around before the Domme covered his witch's mouth in a deep, open-mouthed kiss. As sexist as it was, fuck did he love watching two women kiss. It was even sexier when he actually cared about the witches in question. M pulled back from the kiss, hovering over Hermione's mouth as she continued to murmur her sordid little story. "Of course, it's part of the reason we're here tonight. Draco is dying to have you watch me bugger him. Would you like that, Miss Priss? To see my snooty little Draco take it up the arse?"

"Fuck," Hermione whispered just as M kissed her again, her tongue delving deep.

"I know I wouldn't mind watching that, Mrs. Bulstrode," Snape rumbled. "Why don't you get set up on the mattress? I think Miss Granger's arse could use some more tenderizing while she watches - just remember that Mr. Malfoy needs to come in our human cauldron, here. We will all have to combine in her for the second to last step."

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Hermione was drunk with pleasure. She registered voices, she knew M had just stopped kissing her and that Draco was lapping at her almost raw nipples. Her pussy was so primed for another orgasm, she was surprised she could think of anything else. The next thing she knew, she was being bent over a table. She protested lightly when the coolness of the lab table top pressed against her belly and breasts.

She registered Snape's command. "Open your eyes, Miss Granger. Watch the performance Miss Bulstrode and Mr. Malfoy are about to put on for you." Forcing her eyes open, Hermione found herself enraptured by the sight of M sinking a decent sized dildo into Draco's arsehole. Her pussy rained down another deluge of wetness at the sight and she let out a groan at the same time her blond friend did - and then a small shriek as something came down hard on her backside.

Glancing over her shoulder just in time to see Snape swing a leather strap over her arse caused Hermione to moan again. "Yes!" she hissed, before turning her eyes back to her 'classmates'. Draco's face was hidden in the mattress, but the planes of his muscled back were taut with pleasure from the brutal pace M was setting.

"Do NOT come, Dragon!" M was jeering.

"Oh my God," Hermione muttered as the strap continued to rain down on her bum. After a couple more mins of her shouting and listening to Draco grunt and groan, Hermione was desperate to come again. "Please, Sir. Please, Professor! I need more!"

There was a pause, a muttered incantation, and then the feel of something wet and slippery ringing her sphincter. "Want me to fill your naughty bum with a toy, Miss Granger?"

She didn't care what he did as long as he did more. "Yes!"

There was slight pressure on her backdoor and she forced herself to relax as something blunt and cool was pushed into her rectum, filling her shallowly at first before growing deeper, and thicker, causing her to keen loudly.

"Nice, Snape!" M's voice was heard over Draco groaning and Hermione's high-pitched noise bottomed out as the toy became even thicker.

"Ohmyfuckinggod!" she mewled and, just before she was about to protest that the toy was too big, the stretch stopped and she felt her dark hole swirl closed around the base of the toy. She panted loudly, sweat dripping down her temples. She was finally getting control of her breathing when the object in her tract buzzed to life, causing her to gasp loudly before she screeched and curled her fingers around the edge of the table, making her knuckles go white. "FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! Oh my FU - !" The last swear was broken off as the strap came down on her left buttock and stole her breath.

The long, thick plug vibrated and the heat from the leather blossomed deeper than before and she was lost. She roared through her release, screaming nonsensically as she came so hard she saw stars and her knees buckled.

Snape let out a deep, pleased chuckled as his witch all but exploded with her pleasure. Even Draco looked up, eyes dark with lust and face tense with control, to watch the Gryffindor scream her release.

"Slytherin have mercy!" M stated, watching the curly-haired witch with carnality and a slightly opened mouth. "That is so flipping sexy."

Snape continued to rain carefully placed smacks with the strap while watching M slowly remove the dildo from Draco's arse before undoing the strap-on completely. It didn't take Draco long to get to his feet when Snape beckoned him to help him reposition Hermione on the table. He laughed again when he realized his little witch was completely out of it after her mind-numbing orgasm. She barely reacted as he and Draco moved her.

"I want her arse on the edge of the table, we're going to tie her legs back," Snape instructed, folding the petite and limber woman practically in half and securing her legs with conjured rope from his wand. He summoned two small paddles and a flogger from the side of the room and handed the paddles to his guests while taking a few steps back with the flogger.

"What about the plug?"

"Leave it. It'll only keep her on edge. I'll flog her cunt, you two can play with the backs of her thighs and breasts. Nothing that will leave permanent marks, mind," Snape instructed. Both of the younger participants grinned maliciously at him and immediately went to work, causing Hermione's eyes to come back into focus before they widened as she took in the new position.

Snape caught her gaze as he gathered the ends of the flogger in one hand before taking aim. She realized what he was going to do just before he flicked the instrument. Her lips parted and her head tilted back on an, "Unnnnn!" of pleasure. He loved her like this - totally mindless, unable to even form a single coherent word.

It went on and on. Slaps from the paddles reddened her thighs and the meat of her breasts. M even landed a few blows over the soles of her feet while Snape slowly built the smoldering heat of her cunt to a full-on blaze.

Finally, finally, she started talking again. "Please! I need to come!" she begged. "Please, please, please, pleasepleaseplease!"

Severus said nothing. Wandlessly and wordlessly, he summoned another glass container and stepped up to his witch's red, swollen pussy. Sinking three fingers in her sopping slit, he beckoned firmly, causing Hermione's head to pop up with a perfect 'O' on her lips and her eyes locked to his. "Come!" he commanded, feeling the slosh of ejaculate as it swelled just above her g-spot. "Fucking flood the table like a good little girl, Miss Granger!" It was a demand.

"Nnnnnnnuuuunnn!" His cock, which had been hard again for many minutes, twitched so hard at the sound that he was terrified he was going to come with her. Draco and M were watching his fingers avidly while raining firm smacks over her thighs. He pulled his fingers out of her as her orgasm bore down and she filled the test tube to overflowing.

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Her whole body was shaking. To the point where she was half terrified she'd fly apart and never be able to put herself back together. Hermione felt her entire bottom bear down as the liquid inside her exploded in three sharp pulses and stars shattered in front of her eyes. Then everything went black.

She had no idea how long she had been out of it. She only knew that Draco was talking when she was aware again and that she was snuggled into a pair of strong arms. "That was one of the hottest things I've ever seen in my life."

The chest at her back rumbled with mirth and Hermione turned her head. "You're awake," he murmured, burying his nose in the hair on the top of her head. "You okay?"

"Water," she whispered.

"I guessed as much." Draco presented a bottle of water to her, the cap already twisted off with half the bottle gone. "I was dying, too."

She smiled at him from the safe cocoon of Snape's arms just before she tilted the bottle up, draining it in three long pulls. "So much better," she gasped. "Where's M?"

"Taking care of the next potion step," Snape told her. "How's the plug?"

"I like it... a lot." She turned her face to his, giving him a smile. He nodded.

"I'll leave it then. Do you think you can stand?"

"Maybe?" she hedged.

Draco snorted before holding both his hands out for hers. "C'mon, I'll help you."

Hermione didn't hesitate, reaching for the man she was considering her best friend more and more these days. "Thanks, Malfoy," she smirked at him as he pulled her up … and gasped as the movement positioned him for a quick snog. When he pulled away, she found herself part of a very different Snape and Malfoy sandwich before Severus smacked her bum with an open palm and lightly pushed her into Draco's chest.

"Fuck her, but she's not allowed to come. I'm going to check on the potion and then we'll join you."

Hermione looked over her shoulder as Snape moved away, excitement pooling in her belly once again as the blond looked down on her with a heated expression. "I finally get to come again," he told her with an eyebrow wiggle. She giggled.

"Get up on the couch," he instructed, turning her away from him. "I want you from behind, I love watching your arse bounce."

Hermione was quick to comply, her body already primed for its next orgasm, the plug keeping her hyperaware. As soon as she was positioned, Draco was already running the tip of his cock through her wet folds. She hummed into the back of the couch, arching her back to present her bum better.

"Fuck her hard and fast, Dragon," M's voice came and Hermione turned to see the beautiful witch smiling seductively as she settled down next to her on the couch. "Snape said she takes it like a pro."

"She is a pro," Draco quipped as he breached her channel with one smooth, firm thrust. Hermione choked out a gasp, her forehead landing on the cushions.

"Oh, gods," she whimpered.

"Chin up, Miss Granger." Severus' voice came from above her as his hands slid into her hair. "I'd like some more time in that smart mouth of yours."

"Yes!" she exclaimed, instantly lifting her chin and letting her mouth fall open. Snape held her head with both hands clutched in her hair, just as Draco's arms grasped her shoulders for leverage.

"Better hang on, Granger," he warned, and Hermione quickly grabbed the back of the couch as Severus slid into her mouth and Draco started a brutal pace.

She shrieked around the cock in her mouth as Draco's dick hit her g-spot with such force she was on the brink in seconds. M's wandering hands did nothing to help her control herself. She had to rip her mouth away from Snape's smooth strokes as she cried out, "I'm going to come, I'm going to come!"

"You will not!" Snape growled as he thrust back into her mouth. Draco seated himself fully inside of her and stopped moving, causing her to groan in anguish as the buzzing in her tract held her on the edge for a moment before her impending orgasm tapered down. Eventually, she was in control of herself again. Draco's hands were still tight on her shoulders and M was smoothing her long nails over the planes of her stomach. She gagged as Snape hit her uvula.

"Are you good?" Snape inquired a moment later. Her affirmative sound must have been enough of an answer because Draco started moving within her again. The sensation almost sent her right back to the edge, but with three more quick snaps, the young Slytherin stilled again, groaning with obvious completion. Hermione whimpered around the cock in her mouth as he removed himself from her far too quickly.

"Flip her around here," M was instructing when Snape also stopped thrusting in her mouth, leaving her a bit bewildered. Both men manipulated her to where M was indicating, and Hermione found herself supine on the couch, a pillow under her back and her head hanging over the arm of the couch with M straddling her.

"Jesus," she muttered and somewhere in the back of her mind, she realized they must have planned this, because the next thing she knew, Snape was back in her mouth while M was kissing her nipples and grinding their pubic bones together.

Severus was immensely turned on watching the beautifully exotic M straddling his pretty little witch, suckling at her breasts. He nodded at Draco, who was kneeling behind the two women. The last part of the ingredient gathering was tricky, because they had to mix the fluids from three of the participants into the fourth. They had decided ahead of time that the fourth would be Hermione, as this scene was focused on her. Imbibing her with fluids from Draco and himself was easier, but pouring fresh female ejaculate from one woman into the other was a little more complicated.

They had come up with the scenario where Draco would finger M over Hermione's cunt while inserting three or four fingers into Hermione, then he would create a cup with his palm to catch M's fluids and tip his hand up to allow the fluids caught in his palm to transfer into the smaller witch. M had not orgasmed once the entire scene thus far, ensuring an intense orgasm. She had told Snape that would be the only way she would be able to ejaculate enough for transfer, as she did not squirt as easily as Hermione did.

Snape knew the moment Draco's fingers slid into Hermione because of how she gasped through her nose, moaning on his prick. He grit his teeth as the fun began. M was babbling against Hermione's nipples, something about how good her lover's fingers felt filling her pussy, but Snape could only concentrate on the hum of Hermione's mouth on him.

"Rub your pussy, Millie," Draco's voice broke through his thoughts a moment later, making him register the heavy panting of both witches as Draco's fingers disappeared into M's leaking cunt over and over again.

Hermione tilted her head, making Snape slip his dick from her mouth. "I'll rub her clit," she volunteered excitedly, and M made a noise of exaltation as the Gryffindor proceeded to do just that. Going with his mood versus his mind, Snape grabbed M's hair and dragged her mouth up to his, kissing her deeply until he registered Hermione exclaiming how sexy it was to watch them kiss. He disentagled his lips from M before guiding her mouth down to kiss Hermione, knowing M was very close by the sound of her erratic breathing.

He wasn't the least bit surprised when Hermione surged up to meet the offered kiss, one hand darting around M's neck to pull her deeper into the snog. M's whole body tensed and she mewled loudly as Hermione sucked M's bottom lip between her teeth and tugged gently.

"Gods, Mills!" Draco groaned with his lover and Snape could see the plan had worked well, creamy liquid was seeping into Draco's palm, which he tilted and pumped into Hermione, making the girl's head tip back on a moan of her own pleasure.

M collapsed on top of Hermione, who smoothed the other witch's hair from her forehead before latching her mouth to the tendon in her neck. M muttered, "Shit!" causing both Draco and Snape to chuckle.

"Two down, one to go," Draco said, catching Snape's eye. "You ready to fuck your most annoying student?"

Snape raised a brow when he saw that both women were looking at him from the couch, smirking. Their faces were flushed and their hair in a very well-fucked disarray. "I think Miss Granger has proven to be less than annoying this evening. Perhaps we will have to readjust our way of thinking."

"I agree," M's lip curled, "who knew a couple of cocks and a busty witch could shut Granger up and make her so agreeable."

"I ob - !" Hermione started to exclaim, but was broken off when M captured her pouting mouth in a searing kiss once again.

"C'mon, Granger," she murmured when she let Hermione breathe. "Merlin knows you've had a stick up your arse for years. It's nice to see you loosen up."

"The only thing up my arse is Snape's vibrating plug!" Hermione pouted, once again causing the group to break out into laughter.

"Up," Snape commanded as the laughter faded a moment later. Draco, his cock once again hard and standing proud, helped M off of Hermione and wrapped her up into a kiss. Severus held out a hand, gesturing to the Gryffindor to allow him to assist her up.

Once she was on her feet, he maneuvered her around before sitting and pulling her to kneel over the top of him. "I want you to ride me, witch," he told her sternly. "Ride me until I come - come as many times as you want on the way there."

Her amber eyes lit up as she nodded, grasping his length in one hand before rising to position herself over the top of him. Slowly, she impaled herself and Severus watched as her irises disappeared and only her sclera could be seen. He could feel the long butt plug still vibrating deep within her. A glance down showed him his cock disappearing inch by inch into her perfect pussy. He grit his teeth and looked up to see her eyelashes fluttering. "That's it, Granger. Take it all - I know you can."

When she was fully seated, he registered Draco and M sitting beside them. The witch was already rolling her hips, riding Draco with deep, easy strokes as they snogged heatedly.

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Hermione stayed still on Snape, watching him from under her eyelashes as he observed M and Draco. The stretch of him, always intense, was made more so by the vibe in her arse. Gods, he felt amazing. This whole night had been amazing. She glowed with her happiness and contentment. Tapping her pointer finger against his chin, she brought his attention back to her. She smiled coyly and fluttered her lashes on purpose. "Your dick is incredible," she whispered. "I've never felt so full."

Their gazes were locked as she rolled her hips experimentally, nudging her clit against his pubis. His breath hitched and she smiled lazily. "Can I kiss you?" she asked. The glint in his eyes was all the answer she needed. She sealed her lips to his while wrapping her arms around his neck, the frenetic movement of her hips increasing as his hands splayed on either side of her waist, helping to guide the rhythm.

They kissed deeply while she rode him, her impending orgasm winding tighter. M crying out sharply caused her to pull back from Snape's kiss and she used one hand to boldly grab the other woman's hair. M's face swiveled to her and Hermione crashed her lips against hers, relishing the way M parted her lips and took full control of the unexpected kiss. She could hear Draco swearing as M hummed into her mouth and Severus grasped her hips firmly holding her up and in place before starting to pound into her from below, completely taking over their rhythm and driving her to her peak in moments. She sucked M's tongue into her mouth as the coil in her womb snapped, causing her to squeal.

M moaned and pulled back a moment later, also seeming to crest as she continued to roll her hips erratically. Hermione turned her full attention back to Severus, whining through her orgasm as he stared fiercely up at her, his lips curved in a snarl, his face ruddy, and the tendons in his neck standing out at attention. She saw the exact moment the pressure in his bollocks gave way. He did not close his eyes, but grit his teeth as his breath left in a woosh through his nose. He grunted and slammed deep into her sex.

The next few minutes were a whirlwind of activity as Draco and M helped her off Snape. Draco moved to get water for everyone and Severus summoned the final test tube from the table. He used a suctioning charm to pull the combined essence of the four of them out of Hermione's cunt as M held her and relaxed back against the cushions of the couch.

Hermione was hyperaware of what was going on around her, she thanked Draco for water as he joined M and her on the couch and they all watched Snape finish the potion after pulling on his boxers.

"Prepare yourself for a small explosion," he reported as he picked up the petri dish holding the shaved unicorn horn. "Nothing threatening, just a magical reaction." He took a step back before holding the shavings above the cauldron and dumping them inside. As he'd warned, a low boom followed by a large puff of golden plumes erupted from the mixture. Hermione sat up, curious and hopeful that their efforts had truly paid off - not that the night hadn't been amazing even if the potion didn't turn out.

Using his wand, Snape cleared the air and peered over the cauldron. Glittering eyes were the only indication things had potentially gone well until the older man looked up at the three naked potion makers with a triumphant smirk.

"We have two perfect doses of Witch's Delight, class. Well done."