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Hermione and Lucius had spent the last month in Paris. Their week-long trip had extended quite neatly into a month when Lucius reminded her that her NEWT results wouldn't be back until after the holidays. Christmas in Paris was rather magical and Hermione enjoyed herself immensely. It didn't hurt that Lucius spoiled her silly. Anything she even glanced twice at in a shop, and he either bought it then or sent out for it and she found it at Lucius' flat later.

Lucius' flat was the second best thing about Paris, located in the first arrondissement, just a few blocks from the Louvre. Hermione had spent more time in the Louvre in the last month then she could have ever dreamed imaginable. The last time she was in Paris, was the summer before her third year and she hadn't known there was a wizarding side to the Louvre then. Lucius being Lucius, was, of course, able to provide her with basically an all-access pass to both the wizarding and Muggle sides of the Louvre. And she couldn't forget the magical trip to see Monet's water lilies at the Musée de l'Orangerie, which she was delighted to learn was only Muggle.

When Lucius took her to Librairie Galignani she was sure she had died and gone to heaven. And when he had pushed her through the curtain that separated the Muggle from the wizarding, Hermione almost pinned Lucius to the wall right then and there. Letting it slip that he had established a line of credit in her name, Hermione had left with four bags filled to the brim of books, both Muggle and wizarding.

At first, Hermione had argued with Lucius about the amount of money he spent on her. She was a grown adult and could buy her own things thank you very much. But Lucius insisted.

"Who else will I spend it on?" he asked her as they walked down the Champs Elysées.

Hermione shook her head and quipped, "Your son? Your future wife? Save it for your grandchildren, but not me."

Lucius stopped in his tracks, Hermione hadn't noticed until she the hand she was clutching pulled at her own. She turned to face him.

"What do you think we're doing here, Hermione?" Lucius had asked her. His voice had gone funny, almost cold and Hermione pulled her hand from his. She crossed her arms over her chest and shrugged. She didn't know what they were doing, she was doing the irresponsible thing for once in her life, and following her heart. Nor did she feel comfortable discussing this with Lucius in public or not.

Reaching out, Lucius pulled her to him, his hands settled on her hips and Hermione placed her hands on his chest. She couldn't look up at him, feeling her face flush in embarrassment. Obviously, something she said had upset Lucius. She thought back over the conversation, but couldn't imagine what it was that had upset him so.

"Look at me," Lucius implored, his hands pulling her body more firmly to his. She dimly noted that Muggles were streaming around them on the busy avenue. Hermione took a deep breath and raised her head to meet his gaze. "I am here, in this city, with you, because I want to know you, Hermione Granger. To learn about you with the hope that we can further this relationship. I'm sorry if you mistook this for a bit of fun, but I have to confess…" he trailed off and looked away. His face was raw with an emotion Hermione wasn't sure she was ready to identify. He turned his intense eyes back to her gaze, "If you do not see a future here with me, please tell me now." His grip had tightened on her hips and Hermione didn't know how to answer him.

She'd never thought of a future with Lucius Malfoy. She'd thought they were having a bit of fun. Their one encounter during the war had been exhilarating and had indeed opened Hermione's eyes, but she hadn't thought he would want anything to do with her again. The fact that he did, and to the point that he was speaking of futures baffled her. Did Lucius Malfoy have feelings for her? The idea was both heady and terrifying.

"I— I'm not sure what I want, Lucius, but…" she trailed off and seeing his face freeze as if he were bracing for terrible news made her heart clench in a way she wasn't sure she would be able to fix. "I want to be with you. Right now, I've never known anything more right in my heart than being with you. I won't pretend to know what the future will hold, but I, too, don't view this as a bit of fun."

And she found she meant it. She had meant to say the words to assuage Lucius' anxieties, but once they came out of her mouth, they were true. This wasn't a bit of fun for her, she truly did want to be with Lucius in whatever way that meant. And that was even more exhilarating than their spot of secret sex during the war.

His look of relief was intoxicating, and when he bent his head to press his lips to hers, Hermione couldn't stop the moan from pouring out of her. Lucius answered with his own and soon there were cat-calls from the Muggles around them. Hermione pulled back, her face bright red with embarrassment, but the smirk on Lucius' was almost worth it. He released her hips and grabbed her hand once more, pulling her into a nearby alley. He Apparated them directly into the bedroom of his flat and had taken her every which way to Sunday before the sun rose again the following day.


The first thing Lucius had done in Paris was to create a moratorium on British wizarding press. Hermione had pouted, but Lucius insisted that this would give her a true break, the break she really needed. He'd also reminded her that the best way to brush up on her French was to read the French wizarding press instead. Hermione had reluctantly agreed. So she was sitting on the tiny balcony off of Lucius' flat, eating a croissant and sipping her coffee while perusing the French wizarding paper a month after having arrived. The night before she and Lucius had discussed possibly returning to Britain soon, but Lucius had told her he wasn't quite ready for their holiday to end. Not that it was a true holiday for Lucius. He spent several hours most days working. At first, it had annoyed Hermione, but living in Paris was a slower pace of life and she came to enjoy the time she got to spend in her own solitude. She'd read many of the books she'd bought, both Muggle and wizarding, and her French was improving markedly with her daily reading of both Muggle and wizarding papers.

She'd just taken a sip of her coffee when she felt a presence behind her. Long fingers settled onto her shoulder and a body stood directly behind her. Hermione closed her eyes, leaning her head back into Lucius. The hand slipped from her shoulder, caressing one of her breasts and Hermione hummed her agreement. This was early for Lucius to have been done with his work, so Hermione was inordinately pleased.

"That's nice, Lucius," Hermione hummed as a second hand joined the first.

"Guess again, Hermione," the velvety tones of Severus Snape murmured into her ear. His hot breath washed over her and Hermione shivered.

"Severus?"

In response, Severus tweaked her nipple and Hermione groaned, arching her back at his attentions. She opened her eyes to find Severus standing above her, silent, dark, a hand on each of her breasts. She couldn't decipher the look on his face, but she thought she saw desire sparking in his dark eyes.

Severus was not something she and Lucius had discussed in the month they'd spent together in Paris. She had wanted to bring it up many times, but each time she thought about it, she became flushed and embarrassed. She was desperately curious to know what the relationship was between Lucius and Severus. Lucius had invited Severus to join each time he had been present. Did that mean the Lucius and Severus had some sort of sexual relationship? She didn't know, they'd never indicated that they did, beyond both of them fucking her that one time.

Assuming that the only way Severus could get into the Paris flat was that Lucius had invited him, Hermione decided she would do her best to get a noise out of Severus Snape while she fucked him. It was her mission after getting them both into bed and if Lucius was around, that would be happening soon enough anyway. She pushed her chair back from the table, causing Severus to back up to the railing and stood to face him.

"I missed you," Hermione said simply as she slid her arms around Severus' shoulders. His face remained impassive, but he bent his head and met her lips, obliging her unasked for request. The kiss was fierce and intense and Hermione knew that if they didn't make it into the flat soon, she'd be showing a lot more of herself to the entirety of the first arrondissement. Thankfully, Severus had a similar idea and slowly backed her through the French doors and across the flat to the bedroom. The flat was large, taking up the entire top floor of the building they were in. There were four bedrooms, three bathrooms, two sitting rooms, a study, and a dining room and kitchen. Of course, the flat, like every Malfoy property, came with its own house elf. Lucius treated his elves kinder than Hermione would have thought given his past with Dobby. Another thing they hadn't discussed. As much time as they spent with each other, Hermione still felt like there were issues to be hammered out.

"Focus," Severus whispered as he dropped kisses onto her shoulder, bringing Hermione back to the present. He had successfully removed her sundress and she stood before him in just her bra and knickers, not having donned any shoes. Quickly, she began undressing Severus. He wore only his frock coat, no robe to contend with and soon Hermione was pushing it off his shoulders. She hurriedly unbuttoned his shirt underneath and pushed that from his body as well.

Hermione hadn't forgotten her plan, even while she'd been musing about Lucius and house-elves. Step one of her plan was about to happen right then. Glancing up, she caught Severus' eye and smirked. He cocked his head and lifted an eyebrow at her. Hermione let her hands drift down his chest toward the top of his trousers, quickly unbuttoning them and pushing both them and his shorts beneath down past his hips and his erection. She followed the trousers and knelt before him, gripping his cock in her hand. It was hot and heavy and Hermione couldn't wait to get her mouth around it. She placed a kiss on the head, letting her tongue swirl around it and was rewarded with a sharp inhale. Suppressing her smirk, she licked the underside from root to tip and Severus delved both hands into her hair. It had started out in a neat plait but was quickly coming loose. She licked all around his cock like it was a lolly, without sucking it into her mouth and still had yet to make him make a sound louder than a sigh. She even sucked each of his balls into her mouth and got no more than a tighter grip in her hair. Apparently, Severus was going to be a tough nut to crack.

She looked up to find him staring down at her, a look of wonder on his face, that was almost enough to satisfy her, but not quite, so she opened her mouth and slowly slid his cock inside. It lay heavily against her tongue and she swallowed as much as she could. The remainder she wrapped her hand around and hollowed her cheeks as she pulled back, twisting her hand gently at the same time. That time she was rewarded with a very low, almost sub-vocal grunt. Encouraged she did it again and again. She could feel Severus trembling and wondered what his refractory period was. She'd love to get him off this way, especially if it meant he kept making those tiny little groaning noises.

His hands tightened in her hair and she felt his balls begin to draw up, she slowly moved her mouth back, still hollowing her cheeks and was delighted to hear an almost feral growl spill from his lips at the same time his seed splashed into her mouth. She swallowed it all, it tasted slightly salty, but she didn't mind.

"Starting without me?" Lucius said from the doorway as Hermione carefully licked Severus' cock clean.

Hermione released Severus, peering around him to grin at Lucius, but Severus had other ideas. He pulled her to standing, his hands gripping her shoulders tightly, and quickly covered her mouth with his own. Hermione melted into the kiss and was impressed that he was still standing. Even more impressive was his ability to hold her weight after the orgasm he'd just had. His hands slithered down her body until they rested on her waist and he began pushing her back toward the bed. When the back of her knees hit the bed, she fell backward, breaking the kiss, and scrambled up as Severus kept coming.

"Missed her, Severus?" Lucius asked as Severus lowered his head to her chest. Hermione caught Lucius' eye and he was slowly unbuttoning his shirt. She beckoned to him and his pace quickened.

Severus didn't speak a word, but reached behind Hermione and flicked open her bra, drawing it down her arms and releasing her breasts. His ministrations were tender, almost worshipful, and the desire in Hermione's belly kicked higher when their eyes met. She was still figuring out how to read both men, but right now, Severus' eyes were full of lust, want, need. Hermione felt a heady sense of power thrum through her that this powerful wizard was giving her that look. She cupped his cheek and he closed his eyes briefly. She tugged him forward and kissed him. Their mouths and tongues mating as she wanted their bodies to be doing.

Too soon, the kiss was broken and Hermione looked up to see Severus kneeling between her legs, holding a hand out for her. She grasped it and Lucius slid into the bed behind her, resting his back on the headboard, a leg on each side of hers. She settled in, loving the feel of his hard chest behind her back. He rested his hands on her shoulders, Severus was still kneeling between her legs and she realized she was the only one with clothing still on. Lucius was nude, she could feel his cock at the small of her back. Severus' own cock was beginning to stand at attention again, and Hermione wriggled out of her knickers, leaving herself as naked as the two men.

It still felt a little like a dream that she had both of these powerful men in bed. Severus' hands landed on her ankles, and slowly caressed their way up to her center. He lowered his shoulders and grasped her hips, pulling her forward, burying his face into her core. Hermione groaned when she felt his tongue flicker against her nether lips. She wanted to reach down, to feel him, to grind against him, but Lucius grasped each hand and held them out, to the outside of his thighs. Snape held her hips down and she was truly trussed, despite not having any bonds that weren't someone else's limbs.

"Just feel, Hermione," Lucius whispered to her as Snape began licking his way to her clit. "Feel his hot tongue, exploring you. Feel how his breath comes in pants against your entrance. He loves this. Loves bringing you to your pleasure this way."

Hermione whined at Lucius' words and the view in front of her. The feeling of Severus' tongue as he delved into her entrance, his nose bumping her clit. She tossed her head back onto Lucius' shoulder as waves of pleasure coursed through her body. She was desperate to touch something, anything and dug her hands into Lucius' thighs as her orgasm crested and released. She was still panting when Severus pulled her hips even further down the bed and entered her in one swift motion. Her head was resting on Lucius' chest now and when she opened her eyes, Lucius and Severus were kissing above her. A wave of arousal swept through her and Severus grunted into the kiss as her pussy clenched around his cock.

Hermione's arms were now freed and she grasped Severus' arse, pulling him to her tighter, harder. Severus and Lucius broke their kiss, Lucius' hands coming down to rest on her shoulders once more. He slipped them down her chest and cupped a breast in each hand. Severus had one hand on her hip, the other propping himself up above both her and Lucius. She knew she wasn't going to last long with the dual stimulation both men were providing her.

Severus' strokes soon shortened and he began panting above her. Hermione wrapped one leg around his waist, pulling him tighter to her even as her own climax neared.

"Severus," Hermione pleaded. She needed more.

"Time to let go," Lucius said. His tone was sharp and he punctuated it with a tweak to each nipple and Hermione found herself careening off the edge. Her climax startled her and Severus both. She was rewarded with another grunt from him and he pounded into her, chasing his own orgasm.

"You too, Severus," Lucius commanded, sweeping a hand down Severus' chest, to pluck at his nipples. Hermione had no idea how intensely turned on she would be to see Lucius order Severus around in bed. It stole her breath and made her nipples tighten even as she was still coming down from her most recent orgasm. Severus was well trained, he came as soon as Lucius required it. This time with a low, long groan that Hermione relished the sound of it.

Severus pulled out of Hermione after a few moments, laying his head on her leg. Lucius had begun tweaking her nipples again and Hermione felt herself responding to the stimulus. At her moan, Severus looked up watching them with his dark eyes. There was something Hermione found highly erotic when Severus watched her and Lucius together.

"On your knees, love," Lucius said, urging Hermione up. Once she was kneeling above him, her back still to Lucius' chest, he pulled her down and his erection slid into her throbbing core.

"Fuck, Lucius," Hermione whined as the head of his cock caught and dragged along the sensitive front wall.

"That's it, pet," Lucius crooned as Hermione began to ride him in earnest, supporting herself with her hands on his thighs. His large hands were braced around her waist and when she opened her eyes she caught Severus staring at them, making her impossibly more aroused. Severus' eyes were glued to the way Lucius' cock split her open. Hermione felt impossibly sexy with the way he was looking at her.

"Severus," she whined and his eyes snapped to hers. She licked her bottom lip, then bit it and as if it were a plea, Severus leaned forward and captured her mouth with his own. He reached a hand between them and cupped one of her breasts as one of Lucius' hands snaked its way down to her clit.

Four hands on her body was a heady feeling and when Severus moved forward to press his chest against her own, tilting her head back, Hermione lost track of her rhythm with Lucius. It was all too much. She found she was quickly nearing her peak once more. It was unbelievable to her what these wizards were capable of wringing from her body.

Lucius' grip on her hips tightened as he pistoned into her and Hermione felt herself catapult off the edge with a sob that Severus swallowed. Her body shook with the force of her orgasm. Severus held her upright, keeping her from collapsing onto Lucius who was still pursuing his own pleasure.

Another few swipes of her clit and Hermione was quickly pulled over the edge again, this one much smaller, but no less satisfying. It was with this climax that Lucius was finally able to find his own pleasure. He stiffened beneath her as he came, pulling her hard on top of him, burying his cock and his seed deep inside her. Then Severus slowly released her, allowing her to slump against Lucius' chest once more.

She was dimly aware of one of the wizards throwing the comforter over them, but then she found herself dozing in Lucius' arms.


When Hermione woke sometime later it was to the sound of low voices having a discussion directly above her head. She snuggled into the warmth that was Lucius and practically purred when she felt two very different hands stroke along her back. It was mind-boggling how content she was between these two men.

She should feel frightened, or at the very least wary. They were former Death Eaters, regardless of any prior reformation, one had to have a certain affinity for the dark and dark magic in order to become a Death Eater in the first place. But she didn't. She was comfortable in her post-orgasm bliss.

"Hermione, love?" Lucius interrupted her thoughts.

Hermione hummed as Lucius' hand swept down her back and over her bum.

"Time to wake up, Severus has news from Britain," Lucius said, his hand running up and down her bum. She didn't want to get up, it felt so good. When she snuggled harder into the bed, Lucius smacked her bum lightly.

"Hey!" Hermione sat up quickly, now completely awake.

"There she is," Lucius smirked at her. Severus' face was as blank as usual, with one eyebrow raised. Hermione harrumphed and settled her back to the headboard, drawing the sheet around her chest. She may be comfortable in bed with both men, but she wasn't quite to the point that she could have a discussion with them with all her bits showing.

"As I was telling Lucius, Draco is out of control. He needs a firm hand, his father's hand, guiding him."

"What do you mean?" Hermione asked.

Severus flicked his hand and a copy of the Daily Prophet sailed across the room and landed in it. The front page was a photo of Draco wrapped around another wizard, snogging him fiercely. Hermione couldn't tell who the wizard was, but Draco's other arm was wrapped tightly around a witch she thought she recognized from the pages of Witch Weekly. A fashion model.

"He's been in the Prophet almost every day since you left. Taking home a different witch or wizard each time."

"Merlin," Hermione breathed as she read the scathing article that accompanied the photo.

"We had been discussing our return to Britain," Lucius said, frowning as he read over Hermione's shoulder.

"Better make it sooner rather than later," Severus commented dryly.

"It's not because of me is it?" Hermione asked, turning to look Lucius in the eye.

"What do you mean?" Lucius asked and ran a hand over her hair. Hermione leaned into the touch like she was a cat. Circe, she had it bad.

Hermione bit her lip in indecision, then shook her head, Lucius was bound to find out regardless.

"He sort of ran into me when I left the Manor…" she trailed off, too embarrassed to continue. After a month in Lucius' company, she couldn't believe she'd ever been afraid to face him in the morning.

Severus snorted behind her and Hermione dropped her face into her hands, covering the blush she was sure was rising on it.

Lucius at least didn't laugh at her. He pulled her to his chest in a hug, and Hermione traded her hands for his chest to bury her face in. He smelled divine and she rather liked the feel of his warm, firm chest under her cheek.

Pressing a kiss to the top of her head, Lucius said, "I think he's decompressing from the war, his mother's death, and the unstructured life of no longer being a schoolboy."

Hermione nodded, that made sense, but she still worried that somehow she was the reason Draco had gone so far off the rails. He'd always had the reputation as a bit of a playboy in school, but this just seemed like too much.

Lucius sighed heavily, "I think our vacation is over, love. Let's go back home."