A/N: By popular demand, I am continuing with this story! I have it wholly outlined at 16 chapters. And well, I hope you all like it. No update schedule and no beta. So all mistakes are mine. If you do like it, let me know in a review! I also post a manip for each chapter on my Tumblr crochetawayhpff, so find me there!
Hermione slowly let herself into her parents home. She'd warded it to within an inch of its life, but the moment she walked up the front walk, she'd been suddenly nervous that it had been vandalized or booby-trapped by the Death Eaters. The war was over and won three months ago. Hermione had just been released from Molly's care after begging for a month that she wanted to leave the Burrow.
The house looked the same. Most of the furnishings were still there, but all of the personal effects were gone. Hermione bit her lip so she wouldn't cry as she sat hard on the sofa in the front room. It looked and smelled like home, but it didn't feel like home. Not anymore. Hermione didn't know where home was.
She closed her eyes and dropped her head into her hands as she tried to not think about the war. Tried to not think about all of the things she had done, or the mistakes she had made, or the deaths she had seen. She hadn't seen Lucius since that last night in Grimmauld Place. Bill's wedding had taken place the following day, and then the Ministry had fallen. Hermione had gone on the run with Harry and Ron.
The rest was history, as they say. She snorted at the thought.
Then realized that she had seen Lucius. But not what she had thought of as her Lucius. She'd seen him when the Snatchers had captured them. When Bellatrix had tortured her, Lucius had been standing by, watching. Hermione had shut down her brain during the torture. She knew that if she didn't find a way to dissociate herself she wouldn't get out of there alive. It didn't stop the pain, and she couldn't entirely retreat into herself for fear of losing her mind and being unable to get back. And then there were the questions about the sword. She had to keep herself aware enough to lie under the Cruciatus. That had been an arduous task. It was one of Hermione's prouder moments that she had survived that. But that didn't mean it didn't leave its scars. Not only did she have the foul slur written on her arm, but Bellatrix had used her knife upon Hermione's neck and had even bitten her. She had scars all over her neck and chest from Bellatrix. One of her first goals was to figure out a way to glamor those scars.
And then she had seen Lucius again at the final battle, not her Lucius, of course, but the shell of a man who clearly just wanted to see his family safe. Except, Narcissa hadn't survived the final battle.
Convenient, her mind whispered. Hermione dug her hands into her eyes. Maybe it was convenient that Narcissa was dead, but it wasn't her fault. She hadn't been the one to side with the Dark Lord and then lie to him, even if that lie had saved her best friend's life. Her heart thumped heavily. She felt tangled up in a strange, dark web with the Malfoys and wondered if she'd ever get free of them.
Shaking her head once more, she stood from the sofa and went to inspect the rest of the house. She was determined to live here. To live on her own. To be by herself for once. The house was paid off, and all she would have to do is worry about utilities. Living with two boys in a tent for the better part of a year made Hermione crave silence and solitude. She reveled in the quietness of the house as she walked through the rooms, making mental notes of what she needed. Hermione had no idea what she was going to do next, sit her NEWTs presumably. She couldn't imagine going back to Hogwarts now. She was no longer a schoolgirl. She'd fought a war.
The blustery November air whipped around Hermione as she left the Leaky Cauldron and stepped into Diagon Alley properly. It was six months since the war had ended and she'd stayed in relative seclusion at her parent's house. Exchanging owls with her friends, while she studied for her NEWTs. She'd finished the tests last week and was now just awaiting her results. She was nervous as she ventured out into the alley. It had been a long time since she'd walked freely in the wizarding world, and while she did feel she was finally recovering from the war, she tended to be jumpy.
Happily, nobody paid her the least bit of attention, Hermione sighed a soft smile as she ventured into the alley proper and spotted Flourish & Blotts. They had been one of the many stores to close during the war and she was delighted to see they were open again. She made a mental note to stop in there on her way home. She was headed first for Madam Malkins. The robes she was currently wearing were transfigured from her old school robes. She had nothing professional to wear, and if she were going to get a job in the Ministry, then she would need a professional wardrobe.
"Miss Granger?" Madam Malkin asked as she stepped into the shop. "Oh! It is you!"
"Hello," Hermione nodded and was shocked to find herself wrapped in a tight hug.
"Thank you," the older woman whispered in her ear. Hermione patted her back awkwardly. This was why she hadn't wanted to come into the wizarding world. She didn't want to be fawned over or the center of anyone's attention.
"Right," Hermione nodded nervously as she pulled back.
"Well, what can we do for you?"
"I'm looking for some professional work robes. I only have school robes," Hermione shrugged. She'd never really shopped for robes beyond her school ones, so she wasn't sure what the process would be like.
"Well, in that case," Madam Malkin gave her a big smile. "Let's get you up on the pedestal and measured, then we'll talk colors."
Hermione nodded wide-eyed and followed the other witch.
An hour later and Hermione was ladened with bags and packages from Madam Malkin's. The woman had given her a very steep discount, which was the only reason Hermione could have afforded it at all. She'd tried to refuse, but then Madam Malkin was getting upset, and so she accepted. She decided she'd only accept it the one time though. She would insist on paying full price the next time.
Her next stop was Gringotts. She was a little nervous about going into the bank again, she'd never had an account there, but she was determined to open one now that she was considered an adult. She balanced her packages and stood a little straighter. Madam Malkin had even made a few adjustments to Hermione's current robes, making them look like they were fitted correctly for her and not just student robes Hermione had transfigured.
She climbed the steps of the bank and swallowed hard at the warning written on the inner set of doors. Well, she wasn't here to steal anything today. And the war was over. Hopefully, the goblins would be accommodating of that. She hoped anyway.
Pulling open the silver inner doors, Hermione spied the bank lobby beyond; it was blissfully mostly empty. She squared her shoulders and tried to walk through the door. But something stopped her. Bouncing off of some sort of barrier, Hermione had barely been able to keep her feet as a Caterwauling charm began to go off. Hermione's eyes widened in shock and mortification. The goblins had banned her from Gringotts. The guard who stood at the door gripped her wrist and began pulling her toward the outer set of doors.
"Wait! Please!" Hermione cried. The goblin had quite the grip and succeeded in hauling her the short way between the two sets of doors. "Please! Just let me speak with someo—"
"Gringotts does not allow thieves, Miss Granger," the guard hissed at her before he opened the outer doors and shoved her outside.
Hermione was red-faced and embarrassed standing on the steps of Gringotts. She closed her eyes briefly, hoping nobody saw that. Perhaps if she were lucky…
She was not.
"Miss Granger!" Rita Skeeter shouted from below her and through her closed eyes, Hermione saw the flashbulbs of a camera go off.
She swallowed hard and turned to find Skeeter and her photographer standing at the bottom of the steps.
"A comment on being thrown out of Gringotts, Miss Granger?" Skeeter asked. Her sneer was nasty, and Hermione felt a sick feeling slide into her belly at the look on the other witch's face. This was going to be front page news. All of Hermione's hard work at keeping out of the public eye was about to be destroyed. She should have sent an owl first, to see. Instead of just stopping in. She felt humiliated.
"No comment," she said quietly and rushed down the steps to the street.
"Miss Granger!" Skeeter shouted in her ear as Hermione rushed past.
Hermione ignored her. No good would come of speaking to Rita Skeeter. She hurried up the street and was almost back to the Leaky Cauldron and Muggle London when she remembered that she'd wanted to go to Flourish and Blotts. She was undecided, she did desperately want to go to the bookstore, but the idea of running into Skeeter again horrified her. Hermione waffled for a moment, glancing over her shoulder and spotting Skeeter looking for her. She decided to hide in Flourish and Blotts. That would kill two birds with one stone, and she rushed inside. Immediately climbing the stairs and heading back toward the Arithmancy section. Hardly anyone ever went back here and she knew she'd be able to find something diverting for a few moments.
It was almost thirty minutes later, and Hermione had found an armchair and was deep within a brand new Arithmancy text discussing Gamp's Laws and how they relate to Arithmantic equations. It wasn't part of what she had studied for her NEWTs, and she was fascinated that something as fundamental as Gamp's Laws affected Arithmancy.
"Miss Granger," a low voice spoke almost directly into her ear.
Hermione shivered and closed her eyes. She knew that voice. She knew it. It was him. Drawing her lower lip into her mouth, she bit it to keep from moaning. She hadn't been this close to him in over a year. She'd been a schoolgirl then. Now she was a warrior.
She felt pressure under her chin, pushing her head up and she snapped her eyes open to see that he had placed the top of his cane under her chin, lifting her face. He towered over her, and his hair was loose around his shoulders. He looked good. Really good. Hermione felt a sweep of desire and arousal through her belly, and she was sure her knickers just got wet. From looking at him. It was unreal what this man did to her. A couple of snogs and the best sex she'd ever had, and she was soaked from just looking at him.
"Miss Granger? I thought we were much closer than that, Lucius," Hermione replied, raising her eyebrow. She quivered inside, but she wouldn't be put in an inferior position. It had been thrilling at Grimmauld Place, but she was not the same person. He was not the same person. She had been tortured. He had watched that torture.
Lucius' lips twitched and for a moment Hermione thought for sure he was going to smile. "Indeed."
Lucius lowered himself to the chair beside her and crossed one leg over the other, placing his ankle upon his knee. He laid his cane across his lap, and Hermione wondered why he had taken on the affectation. Had he an injury in his youth? Or was it something else?
"I've been looking for you," Lucius admitted.
Hermione's eyebrows shot up, ruining the perfectly cool look that she had affected. He'd been looking for her? Why? What possible reason would a man like Lucius Malfoy have for looking for her or seeking her out in any way? Maybe the sex was as mind-blowing for him. She bit her lip, to keep from asking or saying anything. She had learned a lot during the long months she'd been on the run with Harry and Ron. Sometimes keeping silence had a way of opening others up.
"You haven't been seen in the wizarding world since the end of the war."
Hermione nodded. "I was studying for my NEWTs. I've just finished them."
Lucius smirked, "Good."
Hermione didn't ask him to elaborate. Although, if he had sought her out to renew some sort of sexual relationship, she could only imagine that he would not want to have that sort of relationship with a schoolgirl.
They stared at each other for a moment. Hermione felt the tension building between them and wondered if he felt it too. She wanted to know what he looked like when he was in the throes of passion. Last time they had been interrupted by Snape and Hermione had kept her eyes closed in mortification. But, she wouldn't lie to herself. After having Lucius, she knew that Ron would never compare. Ron was part of the reason she had kept her profile so low. He had always assumed they would be together, and Hermione couldn't even stomach the thought anymore.
Suddenly, Lucius stood and held his hand out to Hermione. She looked at it for a moment, before taking it. He pulled her to her feet and wrapped his other arm around her waist, pushing her body into his.
He dipped his head, and when his lips were just a fraction of an inch away from Hermione's, he spoke again, "I've longed for this moment."
And then he was kissing her. Crushing her lips to his. Hermione's arm trapped awkwardly between them before he tugged her hand to his shoulder and she was returning his embrace. Both arms around his shoulder, book forgotten on the floor as they kissed each other, quenching their thirst for the other.
Lucius broke the kiss and immediately began trailing soft kisses across her cheek. "Please, please come with me, Miss Granger," he whispered into her ear, and then nibbled on her lobe. His breath was warm in her ear, causing Hermione to shiver. She nodded before she could think twice about it.
His smirk when he pulled back was self-satisfied. He flicked his hand, and his forgotten cane flew into it. Pulling out his wand, another flick gathered up Hermione's packages and the book she had been reading.
"I haven't paid for that," Hermione protested as she watched the book get packed up into one of her many bags from Madam Malkin's.
"I'll take care of it," Lucius said calmly, then grasped her hand and led her from the store.
The moment they hit the street, he began pulling her along to the Apparition point behind the Leaky Cauldron. Hermione hurried to keep pace with him. Once reaching the Apparition point, he pulled her close and twisted left before she could even take a breath and they were gone. They appeared in a bedroom. She assumed they were at his home, but didn't get a chance to ask before he was kissing her again.
His kisses were drugging, and she struggled to wrap her mind around how quickly her day had changed. When he broke the kiss again and began disrobing her, Hermione spoke, "How long?"
"How long, what?" Lucius asked, confused as he pushed her outer robe from her shoulders. She hadn't even noticed that he had successfully unbuttoned the whole thing. Underneath she just wore a t-shirt and a pair of denims.
"How long have you wanted this?" Hermione asked him. She hadn't undressed him at all, and she wasn't sure she really wanted to know the answer to the question, especially if it meant that whatever road they were about to head down, was going to be held up because of this question.
"Since the moment you fled the kitchen at Grimmauld Place," he cupped her cheek and Hermione couldn't help but lean into his touch.
"Since the moment you hopped off that table." He kissed her slowly, softly. Hermione sighed into the kiss.
"Since the moment I pulled my cock from your sweet warmth," he broke the kiss, and Hermione groaned at his words and the loss of contact.
"Oh," Hermione said quietly as he pulled away from her. She looked into his ice blue eyes and wasn't sure of the emotion she saw there. She was nervous, but couldn't quite place why.
"And you?" Lucius asked, removing his outer robe. "How long have you thought of this moment?"
Hermione reddened. She had masturbated to the thought of Lucius taking her on the kitchen at Grimmauld Place more times than she could count. But she didn't think she could admit that to him.
"A few times," she whispered as she watched him take off his vest and his shirt underneath. It was the first time Hermione had seen him naked. Last time he had left it on. He looked good. Especially for a man his age. He wasn't particularly muscled, but was trim and clearly in good shape. She reached a hand out and trailed it along the light blonde hairs she found on his chest. Lucius breathed out quickly at her touch. Emboldened, Hermione stepped closer and placed both hands on his chest feeling his warm skin underneath her fingers.
Lucius caught up one of her hands and placed a kiss on the palm, before dipping his head and capturing her lips once more. Hermione helped him remove her t-shirt and bra and then allowed herself to be led backward to the massive bed she had spied. She decided to shut her brain off and not worry about all the reasons why this was a terrible idea. She hadn't been held by anyone for months and missed human contact. She knew Lucius would make it good for her; she just had to shut her brain up and trust him. So she did.
In short order, they were both naked and lay on the bed on their sides, facing each other. Lucius was kissing her softly, and Hermione felt like this was going to be very different than the last time they'd had sex. Making love, whispered through her brain and Hermione wanted to deny it, but she was feeling loved at that moment. Lucius was running his hand up and down her flank and kissing her slowly and thoroughly. It felt romantic and intimate.
"You are beautiful," Lucius murmured, breaking their kiss. He rolled her onto her back, climbing on top of her, and Hermione instinctually spread her legs so he could settle into the cradle of her hips. He had one hand on her hip; the other was propping himself up on his elbow. His cock bumped against her folds, and Hermione found herself arching her back into him, clutching at his arms. The hand on her hip, slipped down to test her readiness. She knew she was sodden. Lucius' slow seduction worked as well as his fast seduction. She hissed when his fingers stroked her folds. He lined himself up and slowly, so incredibly slowly, began to fill her.
Grasping both of her hands in his, he pulled her arms, so they were above her head and stretched his body over hers. Hermione had never felt so exposed and covered at the same time. Lucius was all around her, his hair curtaining them from the room beyond, his body moving inside hers. And yet, this position put their faces so close together. Hermione wanted to close her eyes, she felt vulnerable, but something made her keep them open. The possibility of seeing Lucius lose himself maybe? She wasn't sure, but the way he made her feel, the way he was looking at her now, that alone was enough for her to keep her eyes open. She also felt a little trapped, unable to move with Lucius surrounding her so entirely, but there was a freedom in that as well. Freedom to give up control, to let someone else take care of her for a while that Hermione relished.
She didn't notice when the door to the bedroom opened, nor when someone was standing next to the bed. Her eyes were so focused on Lucius' and her concentration on the things he was doing to her body. His long, steady strokes were driving her higher and higher, but so slowly she worried that if she didn't concentrate she wouldn't be able to climax. So when Lucius spoke, it startled her.
"Have you come to join us this time, Severus?" Lucius panted as he turned his head to the side.
Hermione cried out and whipped her head to her left to find Snape standing beside the bed in the least amount of clothes she'd ever seen him in. He was wearing just his usual black trousers and a white buttoned up shirt. The shirt was untucked. She didn't think she'd ever seen him look so disheveled.
"Your bed squeaks, Lucius," Snape commented. He didn't move. However, his eyes found Hermione's and she wasn't sure she could handle him looking at her, so she closed them.
"Ah, ah, keep your eyes open, Hermione," Lucius murmured into her ear as his strokes sped up, just a little. It was the first time he'd said her name and Hermione groaned as she turned her head to look back at Lucius. Lucius smirked at her and kissed the corner of her mouth. Then he released her hands and kneeled, still buried inside of Hermione, lifting her hips with his hands so he could keep his strokes steady. Hermione found herself draped over Lucius' lap, her head and shoulders still lying on the bed. She gripped the bedclothes when she found herself unable to reach anything of Lucius'.
"Isn't she gorgeous?" Lucius asked Snape. Snape did not comment, and Hermione desperately wanted to close her eyes again. She was beyond embarrassed, beyond mortification. What was Snape doing here? She didn't understand the relationship between the two men. Nor what they wanted with her. And yet her heart pounded faster, and her breathing increased when she felt the weight of Snape's eyes on her.
"Look at him," Lucius told her in a tone that brooked no argument. Hermione turned her head to find Snape slowly unbuttoning his shirt. Holy fuck, her brain couldn't quite comprehend what she was seeing. Was he planning on joining them? The thought was not terrifying. In fact, she was pretty sure it was arousing her even more. The idea of four hands roaming her body. Two sets of lips. Two cocks. She groaned, and Lucius sped up just a fraction more.
"Do you want Severus to join us?" Lucius asked her.
Hermione didn't know. There was definitely a part of her that wanted Snape to join them. How could she not want the attention of two men in bed? And yet, there was another part of her that still thought of him as her professor. That part made it hard for her to say yes.
"Should we take your silence for acceptance?" Lucius asked when she hadn't said anything for a long moment.
"Yes," Hermione whispered having come to a decision, even as she felt on the cusp of an orgasm. She was a Gryffindor, dammit, she would be brave about what she wanted. And she definitely wanted to have both of them in bed with her.
"Good girl," Lucius said and increased his pace even more. He slid one hand to her center and began thumbing her clit. Hermione was already so close, and at this angle, the head of his cock dragged along the front of her channel, she didn't stand a chance once he began manipulating her clit. She squeezed her eyes shut as she groaned out her orgasm. Her body tightened in response, and then just when she felt herself begin to loosen bonelessly, her left nipple was engulfed in a hot mouth. Lucius was still buried inside her. She opened her eyes to find a dark head leaned over her body. Severus must have been kneeling, his hand splayed on her abdomen, caressing her skin.
Hermione couldn't have stopped her hand from clutching Severus' head if she wanted to. And it was Severus; she couldn't keep calling him Snape if she was going to be intimate with the man. Severus responded by plucking at her other nipple with his hand.
"Fuck, Merlin," Hermione groaned as Lucius began pumping again. She felt overstimulated and needed him to stop, but couldn't ask for it. What if he took that to mean she wanted to stop for good?
"Lucius, love, we've talked about this," Lucius groaned, his hips speeding up. "Say it."
"L-Lucius," Hermione panted. She clutched tighter at the bedclothes, and Severus reached up his other hand and twined his fingers with hers, all without removing his head from her breast. He was planting tiny, lingering kisses all around and between her breasts. It was enough to drive Hermione to distraction.
"And Severus," Lucius told her. Severus was first taking one nipple into his mouth and then the other. Each tug and pull sent a jolt straight through her to her clit. She could feel another climax building quickly, as Lucius' pace increased further.
"Severus!" Hermione shouted as her climax swept over her, her hand clutching his tightly and her body arching. Dimly she was aware of Lucius grunting through his finish. She lay panting as Lucius' cock softened inside her and he pulled out.
"Turn over," Severus whispered, helping her turn to her stomach. Hermione complied in a sort of dazed agreement. She didn't know what he had planned, but at the moment, she didn't much care.
He helped lift her hips, so she was on her knees, but her shoulders and head were pillowed on the bed. Her eyes were closed, and when Severus began sliding his cock through her folds, she moaned in response. She felt entirely spent, but the thought of sleeping with Severus too was enough to rouse her. When he finally slid inside, Hermione couldn't stop from rocking her hips back into his. His hands felt large around her waist as he pushed back and forth inside her.
"You're doing so well, love," Lucius crooned as he laid alongside her. He was on his side, facing her and drifted a hand along her spine. Hermione had her head pillowed on her arms and desperately wanted to touch him since she couldn't touch Severus.
"Ah, ah, allow Severus his turn," Lucius muttered as he placed a soft kiss on her shoulder.
Severus was exceedingly gentle with his thrusts. His pace slow and languid and nothing like Hermione had experienced. Even Lucius, just moments before when she thought he had been taking it slow and easy on her, was faster than this. She began pushing her rear end into Severus, harder, wanting him to take her harder. Needing him to take her harder.
"Please," she begged.
"Tell him what you need, love," Lucius said.
"More." Hermione felt a fine sweat break out across her body. This slow pace was driving her mad.
"Ah, ah, he needs you to be specific," Lucius admonished lightly. Hermione thought they were trying to kill her.
"Harder, please. Severus fuck me harder," Hermione cried out, closing her eyes and rocking her body back.
"You heard the witch," Lucius commented. Hermione could hear the smirk in his voice, and before she had a chance to open her eyes, Severus slammed into her body hard and fast. Hermione shrieked at the sudden intrusion, then groaned at the feel of him inside her. His pace increased drastically and soon he was pounding inside her. His balls were slapping forward with each thrust, just barely slapping against her clit.
"Fuck," Hermione groaned after a particularly hard thrust. Severus was so quiet, Hermione didn't even think he had made a sound. So different from Lucius who let his pleasure be known with groans, and grunts, and praise.
When Hermione's third climax swept over her, it came as a surprise. She hadn't been expecting it, but a sudden hand on her clit, she wasn't sure whose, and she found herself falling over the precipice into pleasure. She cried out, pushing herself even harder back into Severus. Severus' pace somehow increased even more, before he too came. He was almost entirely silent as he came, except for a small vocalized exhale. Not quite loud enough for a grunt, but a little heavier than a sigh. Hermione wondered whether she would ever be able to get him wound up enough to make a larger noise at his completion. She hoped she would get the chance. There was no way she was going to be able to live with this just having been a one-time thing. Severus slid out of her, and as Hermione drifted off to sleep, she decided she would make it her mission to have them both in bed with her again.
