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"Evaluated?" Hermione repeated.

"Remove your boots, Miss Granger. They are not appropriate to a classroom setting."

"And being nude is?"

"Boots! Now!" Severus barked.

Hermione shrugged and unzipped her boots. As she had foregone hosiery for the evening, it took a bit more effort than usual to pull them off.

Snape bent to examine her feet. He reached out with his quill and made a red slash across Hermione's toes. "I'm afraid I shall have to deduct points for your footwear," he said. "While the aesthetic was effective, the red patches on your toes indicate that they fit you ill, and not wearing anything between your feet and the leather causes odour."

"They're high-heeled boots! Of course there will be pressure on the toes!" exclaimed Hermione. "And my feet are not smelly!"

"They aren't, but they could have been. Now," he said, drawing a circle around a small bruise on her knee, "what's this all about?"

"I hit my knee on a desk last week."

"Wearing stockings would have concealed it," commented Severus. "That's another point deduction.'

"All right, all right, so I should have worn stockings! You've made your point."

"She's not very respectful, is she, Severus?"

"No," said Severus with a frown.

Hermione looked incredulously at Lucius. "Whose side are you on?"

Lucius smirked at her. "My own, of course."

"Ought to have guessed," she grumbled.

"Miss Granger, I find your attitude most disturbing. You will address us both with respect, or you will face the consequences. Have I made myself clear?"

Hermione glared at him, simultaneously cursing and admiring his poise. "Yes."

"'Yes,' what?"

"Yes, sir," she said, squaring her shoulders. If he wanted to evaluate her, she would be sure to give him something worth evaluating.

Severus stepped in and ran his quill up her side. She just managed to repress a giggle. "Oversensitive. Another point off."

She did not comment this time, she only smiled.

"And no less than four bruises from kissing," he exclaimed, circling each with the scratchy tip of his quill. "I don't know whether to deduct points from Miss Granger or to give points to you, Lucius."

"I believe the one on the left side of my neck is from you, Professor," said Hermione brightly.

"So let me get this straight," said Severus. "Your first bruise here," he tapped the bruise with the point of his quill, "came from me. Which came next?"

"This one," said Lucius indicating one at the junction of her shoulder and neck. "Also one of yours, I believe."

Severus drew a line between the first and second bruises. "I see. Then the ones over her breasts are yours?"

"Correct. The one on the right before the one on the left."

Severus drew lines connecting the bruises. Hermione was beginning to enjoy feeling the sharp point of the quill deposit cool lines of liquid ink on her hot skin.

"Her nipples are erect," pointed out Lucius.

"So they are," agreed Severus, circling each pink aureole with a line of red. He blew on the ink to dry it. Hermione was unable to suppress the shudder that ran through her. "Could it be that Miss Granger enjoys being evaluated?"

"Well, she has enrolled in an N.E.W.T.s preparation class. Perhaps we ought to have inferred it."

"Is that true, Miss Granger?" Severus asked drawing a feathery line across her still-damp inner thigh. "Do you relish people looking at you, listening to you, testing your knowledge and ability to think on your feet?"

"Oh, yes!" exclaimed Hermione as Severus's quill scratched a line from her navel down to her clitoris.

"'Yes,' what?"

"Oh, yes Professor! You can evaluate me as much as you please!"

"Do you think teachers like listening to worthless babble?"

"I shouldn't think so."

"Correct. Now be quiet unless I ask you a question!"

Hermione couldn't resist. "Yes, sir."

Severus frowned. "Turn around, girl," he ordered. Hermione felt the quill trace a long line down her spine. Gooseflesh rippled down her arms and legs.

Soft, wet sounds were emanating from somewhere behind her, and the quill, that had been drawing another line up towards her shoulder blade, stopped suddenly. Lucius must be kissing Severus.

"You must admit, Severus," said Lucius, releasing his mouth with a particularly noisy pop, "even you're having difficulty finding ways to take more points."

"I've been teaching for seventeen years," Severus growled, pausing a moment to kiss Lucius hard, judging by the sound of air hissing from their noses, "I know more ways to take points than you've had conditioning treatments."

"Such as?"

She heard him step forward, and the quill suddenly scratched across her left buttock. "Eavesdropping on a private conversation!" he barked.

Hermione gasped. Her nipples hardened as if from cold.

Severus made another line with a brutal slash of his quill across her right cheek. "Moaning out of turn!"

A third trail of ink appeared the back of her inner thigh. "Filling the air with the smell of wanton!"

She heard a sound of something being whipped through the air. Belatedly, she realised that it had been his wand, and she found herself spread-eagled on the bed, arms and legs tightly bound to the bedposts.

Severus smirked at her. "And the most serious infraction, deliberately attempting to inflame your teachers to inappropriate behaviour. It is my decision then, that you be given a taste of your own medicine. Lucius, if you please?"

Lucius knelt before Severus and began licking him with the same fervour and facility that he had used on Hermione.

Amazed at the sight in front of her and frustrated to have been excluded, Hermione tugged firmly on her bonds, but they did not give, nor were they loose enough to slip out of.

Lucius had taken the head of Severus's cock in his mouth at last and was slowly sliding his lips down the shaft. Hermione had to admire his technique- she didn't think she could take so much in her mouth. She was also amazed to see Lucius's Adam's apple bob when his lips neared the base of Severus's penis, which was followed by a soft pop, and a gasp from Severus. Lucius was sucking. Hard. Severus was leaning back against the bookshelf for support, head resting against archives of Infusia et Tincturia Acta, and hanging on to the shelf with white-knuckled hands.

Hermione groaned inwardly, longing to touch herself, to rub her legs against one another, but the bonds held fast.

Suddenly Severus tangled the fingers of one hand in Lucius's hair and guided him to a standing position.

"Not so fast, Lucius," he said in a voice so guttural and thick that Hermione hardly recognised it as his. "I haven't forgotten that you are to be punished as well."

"But Severus, isn't sucking you to completion an appropriate punishment for making you so unspeakably hard?"

"For most men, yes. Given that you fall to your knees with a drop of a hat, I think not. Besides, being no longer young, I should rather spend myself buried someplace out of the ordinary, given that it may be my only opportunity this evening."

"You underestimate yourself, Severus," said Lucius, stroking Severus's cock affectionately.

Severus glanced at Hermione, who was wriggling on the bed, seeking either escape from her bindings or something to rub against.

"You may be right," said Severus, thoughtfully. "But you must still be punished."

"I wouldn't dream of attempting to get out of it," said Lucius, sauntering over to the box on the floor, and bending over in a most distracting way. "And perhaps what your faithful quill needs to keep the ink running is a dip in the inkpot."

He held up a small jade jar. Severus's face betrayed no response, but his cock twitched enthusiastically.

"An interesting proposition, but no."

"But Severus," coaxed Lucius. "Think of me!"

"I am," said Severus, "and I've decided that the best way to punish you for your antics earlier is to give that brazen hussy on the bed some of my attention."

"O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied?" quoted Lucius, stroking his still-hard member.

Severus smirked. "In a word, 'yes.'" He strode over to the bed, still, she noted hungrily, in his tall boots, cock still slick from Lucius's attention, twirling the riding crop lazily in his hand.

"Look at you," said Severus disdainfully, running the riding crop down her side, "spread glistening before me. I could do anything that I wanted to you, Miss Granger. How does that make you feel?"

She managed a smirk. "Hopeful."

He scowled. "Have you absorbed none of your lessons this evening?"

"Why don't you release me, and I'll show you."

"I think not, Miss Granger," he said, kneeling on the bed and draping himself over one of her legs. "Having seen your handiwork in Defence classes, I believe having you tied up is safer for me."

"You confiscated my wand when you made me take off my boots. Where else could I have hidden one?"

"That, my dear, is what I plan to discover." He slid over her leg until he was propped up on his elbow, face so close that she could feel his breath, hot on her moist flesh. He reached out a hand and laid it at the junction of her hip and thigh. Ever so gently, he slid his fingers down the crease of the joint and danced them delicately over her exposed skin, sliding delicately around her entrance and up inside.

"You see, Miss Granger," he began in lecturing tones, "unlike you, I know that dangerous people are at their most dangerous when they are unarmed."

She let her eyes fall shut with a contented sigh, squeezing his fingers in the only way that she could, and tilting her hips toward him.

"A wand is not required to do any number of deadly activities." His thumb rotated upward and settled on her clitoris, which he pressed rhythmically against the underlying pubis. Even through the haze of pleasure that was already beginning to obscure her higher thought processes she was aware of his other hand massaging her thigh, stroking it with the fleshy heel of his hand, fingertips trailing.

"You do not need a wand to open a vial of poison," he said, running his tongue along the outside of her labia. She moaned softly.

"You do not need a wand to deliver a cursed object," he whispered, placing his mouth over her clitoris and nibbling it softly with his teeth. Her entire body arched against her restraints.

"And most importantly," he said, hoisting himself atop her with a self-deprecating smirk, "you do not need a wand to enchant a man into doing something he knows better than to do."

"Oh please!" she said, hardly recognising the husky whisper as her own.

"'Please' what?"

She was seized with sudden annoyance. Was he still under the impression that he was in charge? "Please, Professor," she purred. "I want you to slide your beautiful cock inside me. I want to feel you swell as you slip in and out of me, in and out, until you make me climax so hard I pull the bedposts down on top of you!"

The self-satisfied smirk dropped from Severus's face, and a fire that she had never seen before lit his eyes. It took her breath away. "What did I say about pointless babble from you, Miss Granger?"

"That you would find other uses for my mouth if I spoke out of turn?" she suggested with a slight smile.

"Damn right!" exclaimed Severus, claiming her mouth as he filled her with a fluid thrust.

Hermione inhaled sharply through her nose, eyes wide, as her brain shut down and her body took over. As he thrust into her, she dug her heels into the mattress and lifted her hips as high as they would go, then dropped them into the firm surface.

Severus groaned as he met her again as her hips reached their zenith, shifting his weight onto his elbows so that Hermione's breasts pressed against his chest.

Hermione's hands splayed and contracted into fists, desperate for something to touch. Finally, she managed to wrap her fingers around the velvet bands that held her and drove her fingernails into them, using them to leverage her nipples into closer contact with his chest.

A sudden hard pinch on her nipple and a simultaneous cry from Severus made her eyes fly open.

Lucius knelt by the bed, hands poised over hers and Severus's chests.

"Pardon the intrusion," he said, "but I couldn't help but notice that your arse is up in the air, and I thought it only gentlemanly to offer my assistance. Hermione, whatever you were doing, please don't stop. I haven't seen Severus this aroused since Ars Alechema started publishing weekly issues. Severus, I've had quite enough of your having all the fun. You're not the only teacher in this school anxious to impart knowledge, you know."

Severus may have been frustrated, but Hermione noticed that the hardness within her swelled slightly at Lucius's intrusion.

"Lucius, go wank with one of your toys. We're currently occupied."

"Sorry, old friend, but I notice that not quite all your needs are being met."

"I haven't the slightest idea what you mean."

Hermione couldn't see exactly what Lucius was doing, but Severus gasped suddenly, and he thrust into her almost as a reflex.

"Damn you for interrupting my pedagogy!" exclaimed Severus, leaning on Hermione and shifting his angle oddly.

"Pedagogy, hmm?" asked Lucius, who was unscrewing the jade jar that he had produced earlier. "If that sort of thing pleases you, then who am I to argue?" He stuck his fingers into the jar's contents, and then leaned forward, grinning at Hermione.

"Do not concern yourself, my dear. I'm only making things a bit harder for Severus."

"Then by all means," said Hermione, summoning a nonchalant voice that she didn't know she possessed.

Lucius reached down with a free hand and caressed her cheek. "Extraordinary creature. Now, Severus, relax."

Lucius had a look of supreme concentration on his face, and Severus gasped. His penis twitched hard inside of her.

"Very good," said Lucius, voice rough. "Are we all situated now?"

It was then that Hermione realised that Lucius's penis was inside Severus while Severus was inside her. The realisation nearly made her climax.

"Oh God!" she cried, inhaling suddenly, body reflexively curving upward.

"I'll take that as a yes," said Lucius, leaning his weight into Severus.

Severus's entire body seized. "Lucius-" he ground out. "If.. I had… a wand…"

"Yes, Severus," Lucius hissed. "What would you do?"

Lucius pulled Severus's hips back towards him, and Hermione yelped, feeling Severus's penis nearly slide out of her. She thrust her hips upward to prevent the loss.

"I beg your pardon, Hermione. Severus is out of practise for this sort of thing."

"Sod off, Lucius," gasped Severus.

"Oh, I intend to," said Lucius, shifting his weight slightly and thrusting into Severus again. He reached his hand around and cupped Hermione's breast. "You really are extraordinary, my dear," he said. "Severus probably hasn't even told you how beautiful your breasts are."

"Oh, that's quite all right," said Hermione, somehow managing to keep her voice even as both men thrust into her. "It was understood."

"Lucius!" exclaimed Severus, "Right there! Oh fuck, Lucius! Oh!"

Lucius made several mewling sounds, and his eyelids snapped shut. With a hoarse cry, Severus's entire body seized; his arms locked, his penis hardened, and he climaxed hard into Hermione. For her part, hearing the word "fuck" on her teacher's lips sent Hermione into paroxysms of pleasure, limbs flailing beyond her control. A loud cracking sound followed, and the bedposts collapsed on the occupants of the bed.

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