Warning: We have reached the chapter which earned this story its rating. What follows is pure, unadulterated smut. If you are unprepared to read things that JK Rowling never EVER intended to happen to her characters, please turn away now. If you do continue on, just remember that you have been warned.
Chapter 3: We're fools whether we dance or not, so we might as well dance
Once they were alone in their common room, the anxious butterflies took flight in Hermione's stomach again. "Merlin, I might end up throwing up on him if he does show up, I'm so nervous."
Draco laughed, scooped the little witch into his arms, and kissed her forehead adoringly. "That would be quite an interesting way to start the evening. Silly me, I was thinking of champagne and strawberries."
"Champagne and strawberries?" she repeated, looking up at him. "You're such a closet romantic, Draco."
He made a face. "I am not. I've just seduced quite a few witches in my day and I know what works."
Hermione smirked at her arrogant lover. "I forgot that I was dealing with the reigning Slytherin sex god. But you do realize that we aren't trying to coerce a naïve witch into our bed, don't you? We're attempting to seduce our snarky bastard of a professor. I somehow doubt that he's the champagne and strawberries type."
The pure-blood gazed down at her thoughtfully. Perhaps she was right. Draco had heard stories about Severus from his father over the years so he knew some important basics, like the fact that the former spy had been known to engage both women and men in his youth. But the truth of the matter was, neither he nor Hermione really knew anything about the wizard's personal preferences or what he was like outside of his teaching and Head of House roles. All they had to go on was how he behaved in their fantasies, which were too varied to be a reliable guide.
"Well, I think we should still set a romantic mood, don't you?" Draco finally asked. It was always better to be prepared, after all.
"Yeah. I suppose, if nothing else, we can enjoy it ourselves," Hermione replied with a grin.
"Mmm, right." He kissed her gently. "Let's go get ready. There's not much time left."
At that warning, the Head Girl scurried off to her room to get prepared for the night's events. When she returned to the common room thirty minutes later, she was freshly showered and dressed in a green silk negligee that Draco had given her the previous Christmas. It hugged her curves, accentuated her breasts, and stopped mid-thigh, leaving her slender legs completely bare. Draco always said she looked breathtaking in it. She certainly hoped that the professor would be of the same mind.
The pure-blood wizard was setting out the champagne glasses and a bowl of strawberries when she entered the room. He was wearing only black silk pajama bottoms, leaving the tanned muscles of his arms and chest exposed, and had left his silky blond hair to hang loose, falling barely past the tops of his broad shoulders. He smiled seductively at her, heat radiating from his pale gray eyes, and walked towards her, looking for all the world like he had just stepped out of the centerfold of a PlayWitch magazine.
Draco swiftly pulled her into his arms and kissed her, sharing the sweetness of the berries he had just been sampling. After a steamy minute, they pulled apart, both breathless.
"You look ravishing," he said, rubbing his hands down her bare arms.
Hermione blushed at the compliment. "And you look good enough to eat."
"Perhaps we can explore that theory later," he replied with a smirk.
After another quick taste test, the pair set about preparing for the professor's impending arrival. They dimmed the lights and set a music charm to play softly in the background. They also put fresh silk sheets on Draco's four-poster bed and sent about a hundred magical candles floating around his bedroom.
Moving back into the common room, they admired their handiwork before sitting down on the sofa. Draco poured them each a glass of champagne and handed the witch a strawberry before taking another for himself. Hermione took a sip of the chilled beverage, enjoying the sensation of the tiny bubbles running down her throat. She had always loved the taste of champagne, but it tended to make her randy and a bit light-headed, which was precisely why the Slytherin smuggled it into the school.
As she raised her glass to her lips a second time, the fire in the Floo turned a brilliant shade of green, bathing the wide-eyed couple in an unnatural light. Suddenly, a dark figured swirled around within the flames before materializing into the equally dark Potions master. Draco and Hermione both felt as if they had been Petrified as they watched the professor step out of the hearth and brush the soot from his robes.
Severus glared at the frozen, half-naked students on the sofa as he entered the dimly-lit room, instantly donning his most intimidating set of masks. He crossed his arms over his chest and impatiently waited for one of the hoodlums to regain the power of speech. He had no intentions of going easy on either of them.
Draco was the first one brave enough to break the pregnant silence. "Severus! Welcome to the Head dormitory. So glad you could make it. May I offer you some champagne?" He flashed his best sexy smile and Hermione snorted at the boy's unflappable ability to schmooze his way through any situation.
Severus raised his brow at the witch before scowling darkly at the insolent Slytherin. "Mr. Malfoy, I'm not here for champagne and pleasantries. I'm here because you and Miss Granger decided to break into my private, warded rooms, tamper with my personal property, and generally ruin my morning." His scowl deepened into a formidable sneer. "I'm here to give you both detention for the rest of the school year, and if you weren't the brightest students that I've ever been burdened with, I would've gone straight to the headmaster and demanded your immediate suspension."
Hermione had the decency to look ashamed but Draco's ingrained arrogance wouldn't allow it. "Oh, come off it, Severus. We know you enjoyed our entertainment this morning. We saw you."
The professor's jaw clenched. "What are you talking about?"
Draco looked at Hermione with a coy smile. She, in turn, smiled cautiously at the hostile wizard, unsure and more than a bit apprehensive about how he would take this revelation. "I placed an eavesdropping charm of your rooms, Professor. We saw... everything." The intensity of his glare made her simultaneously feel like a terrified first-year and an aroused pile of goo. Going with her first instinct, she sank back into the safety of the couch cushions.
Snape closed his eyes, pinched the bridge of his nose, and sighed. "I really should have you both kicked out of here."
"Yes, but we all know that you're not going to," Draco said defiantly. "Now come sit down, drink some champagne, and help me praise Granger's amazing Charms abilities."
The Potions master sighed again before opening his eyes and studying the arrogant boy, a surprising lack of malice in his expression. "You're remarkably like your father, Draco."
"Mmm, I know," the blond replied with a flattered smirk.
"That was not meant as a compliment," the older wizard snapped. Hermione snorted again, earning her another curious glance. "And you've quite surprised me, Miss Granger. I should have expected such devious behavior from a Malfoy, but not from you."
The Head Girl blushed and Draco laughed at her embarrassment. "You have no idea about Granger – the real her, the one hidden beneath the goody-goody, know-it-all act. I think it will shock you."
Severus smirked, his eyes flickering from the witch's flushed cheeks to her bare thighs, then back again. "No doubt you've had a negative effect on her, Draco. I'll have to suggest separate dormitories for the Head students to prevent such corruption in the future."
"I assure you, it was there all along," the pure-blood insisted. "I just had to break through a few barriers to find it." He winked at his roommate.
Hermione rolled her eyes at the men's discussion of her and drank the rest of her champagne. She leaned down to refill her glass, conscious of the fact the she was exposing her cleavage to the dark-haired wizard in the process. He seemed interested enough in her thighs; she might as well give him a proper show. She glanced up and met his eyes with a saucy grin.
Severus cleared his throat to steady his voice. "I don't even want to know how you two managed to smuggle alcohol into the castle. No doubt Lucius was involved."
"Indeed," Draco replied without hesitation. "Father has always believed in a well-stocked liquor cabinet."
"It's very good, Professor. Dom Pérignon. May I pour you a glass? It goes very well with the strawberries," Hermione offered as she patted the sofa cushion beside her, beckoning him to join them.
The former spy studied the scantily-clad pair suspiciously. Their intentions for the evening were painfully obvious, but what he still couldn't figure out was why. Why would the smartest and arguably most attractive couple – if they actually were a couple – in the entire school want with him? He was a sarcastic, emotionally-stunted wizard twice their age who hadn't had a sexual relationship outside of the occasional prostitute in almost twenty years. True, he wasn't geriatric yet, but he was far from adolescent. And he did have a well-maintained physique, thanks to a naturally high metabolism and all his years of being a double spy, but they couldn't know that. He had kept his body obsessively covered up after an embarrassing incident in his fifth year of school and was positive that neither of the indecorous students in front of him had ever seen any part of him except, perhaps, what they had apparently witnessed earlier that day. He knew that he was well-endowed – he'd always thought that it had been nature's compensation for giving him such a hideous nose – but they hadn't seen his package until after their little scheme was already in play, so that hadn't been a deciding factor, only an added bonus, no doubt, in their obviously over-sexed teenaged minds.
Severus furrowed his bow. The only way for him to discern their reasoning – without resorting to illegal uses of Legilimency or Veritaserum – was to play along with their twisted little game. After all, they could hardly be considered students anymore. They were both of age and were mere weeks away from taking their N.E.W.T.s. Giving in to their wishes wouldn't be the most ethical thing he had ever done in his life, but it would a far cry from the most iniquitous as well. Any other wizard might have retreated from such a no-win situation, regardless of whether they would've forfeited any chance of uncovering the truth, but Snape wasn't one of them. He was determined to ascertain their motives and punish them accordingly, no matter what he had to endure beforehand. Well, that's what he tried to convince himself of, any way.
Resigning himself to the whims of the impetuous youths, he made to sit in the armchair across from Draco's end of the sofa, but the blond lazily flicked his wand at the chair, vanishing it and causing the wizard to stumble in surprise.
"Uh uh uh, Severus. Come and sit with us." The pure-blood patted the adjacent cushion just as Hermione had done and smiled disarmingly at the scowling professor.
He sighed, moved to the sofa, and sat stiffly between the grinning adolescents. He looked and felt extremely awkward and uncomfortable in the position, his back ramrod straight, barely resting on the cushion, and his hands clenched on his knees, which were locked in ninety degree angles.
Draco and Hermione, who were both quite comfortable now, angled towards the wizard and beamed with victory. He rolled his eyes at their smug expressions.
Taking the initiative to make the first move, Hermione bravely leaned across the professor's lap to reach the champagne bottle and empty flute. In doing so, she consciously rubbed her silk-clad breasts across the back of the rigid man's hand and the top of his knees. She grinned in satisfaction when she heard his sharp intake of breath. She pulled back and looked at him innocently as she poured him a glass of the bubbly beverage.
Draco chuckled, drawing Snape's shocked focus to the opposite end of the couch. "I told you she was a firecracker."
"Indeed," Severus replied in a silky tone, his eyes turning back to the Gryffindor. She noticed a hint of fire deep within his fathomless black orbs.
She handed him the champagne flute and, in an effort to stoke his budding interest, reached down for a plump strawberry, placing her left hand high on his thigh and causing him to gasp slightly. Hermione grinned coyly and brought the berry up to his mouth. He quirked his eyebrow in amusement as she rubbed the ripe fruit across his thin lips. "Take a bite, Professor, then take a sip of the champagne. The combination is almost sinful."
The heat in his eyes spiked as he obediently parted his lips and drew the berry in. As instructed, he took a bite, then raised his glass and took a sip. His eyes fluttered shut for a moment as the delicate flavors mingled on his tongue but popped back open when he felt the witch rubbing her hand up and down his thigh.
"Good, isn't it, Professor? It's one of my favorite pairings."
His attention flickered to her roaming hand, then slowly raked up her body before coming to rest on her melted chocolate orbs. "Quite delicious," he replied in a low murmur that sent a tingle down her spine.
Draco, starting to feel left out, cleared his throat to break their steamy gaze. "Severus, you're entirely overdressed. How about we help you with that?" he suggested in a lazy drawl.
"Ooh, good idea!" Hermione chimed in when the Potions master scowled at Draco.
The Head students worked together to remove Snape's outer robes, frock coat, and boots, despite his half-hearted objections, leaving him in black slacks and a crisp white dress shirt. They managed to unbutton the cuffs and top two buttons of his shirt before he stopped them.
"I think that's enough for now," he said, ignoring the Slytherin's playful pout and taking another sip of his champagne. "I'd like to know a few things first."
"That seems fair," Draco replied. "What do you want to know?"
Severus took a moment to collect his semi-scattered thoughts. The pair was distracting if nothing else. "I think my first question would have to be on what the nature of your relationship with each other is. It's quite obvious now that you're, shall we say, close, but I've never noticed you behaving as a couple before."
"Technically, we're engaged, I believe," Hermione announced, grinning at her betrothed, who snorted. "But we aren't dating."
"That clears things up nicely," the professor replied sarcastically.
"We're friends, Severus – best friends who have amazing sex," Draco elaborated with a smirk.
The older wizard didn't bat an eyelash at that statement as he took a second strawberry from the bowl, bit the fruit from the leaves, and followed it with another swig of champagne. "And how did you come about that arrangement? You've been mortal enemies for the past six years."
The Head Girl refilled the professor's flute, cupping his hand in hers as she steadied the glass, and let Draco answer the question. He was particularly fond of that story.
"We started the year that way. We fought like cats and dogs for about a month, locked up in here together. Then one night we got in a huge argument about something stupid and ended up pulling our wands." He paused to chuckle at the memories of that night. "So there we were, less than a foot apart, wands pressed into each other's chests, eyes locked, anger rolling off both of us in waves – it was pretty intense. We stayed that way for two, three minutes, I guess – both of us too stubborn to back down – then the next thing I know, we're all over each other, ripping clothes off, the whole nine yards. There's nothing hotter than angry sex. It was mind-blowing." He smirked at the witch, his pale eyes hot with desire. "And the rest is history, I suppose."
Hermione, who felt her own desire pool deep in her stomach, stood up, passed in front of the professor, letting her fingertips graze his knees, and sat down in Draco's lap. He smirked again before pulling her into a fiery kiss. She trailed her hand down his bare muscular chest, earning a small moan from the blond. She opened her eyes slightly and saw Snape watching them, an almost primal hunger in his eyes. It was at that moment that she knew they had him.
Once they pulled apart, Hermione made no effort to move off of Draco's lap. Instead, she settled back against his chest, his arms snaking around her waist, and, in a show of Gryffindor bravery, stretched her legs out, resting them across the older Slytherin's thighs.
Severus gazed down at her bare legs, traversing their length with his eyes from her delicate toes, painted crimson red, up to the apex of her thighs that was barely concealed by sheer green satin. He felt his body respond to the display before him and glanced up at the audacious woman with a perfectly arched eyebrow.
Hermione smiled sweetly. "What other questions do you have, Professor?"
He cleared his throat, trying desperately to regain his composure. "I suppose my most pressing concern is your reasons behind all this. What are you trying to accomplish here? Why me? For Merlin's sake, I'm almost twenty years older than you both. I've known you, Miss Granger, since you were a bossy little eleven year old, and I've known Draco since the day he was born. I'm your professor and a former Death Eater, and unless I'm delusional, Miss Granger, you and the rest of your Gryffindor friends have despised me since your first year."
Draco shook his head. "None of that matters tonight, Severus."
"For the record, Professor, I've never despised you," Hermione corrected, needing him to grasp that concept if nothing else. "My friends may have, but their stupidity shouldn't be held against me. I've admired and respected you since my very first Potions class. You're brilliant and brave and incredibly sexy." To prove her point, she leaned forward, cupped his pale cheek, and placed a gentle yet searing kiss on his thin lips.
The wizard seemed to go into shock as her lips pressed determinedly against his. He made no attempt to kiss her back but he didn't push her away either. She took solace in that small fact and slid her hand from his cheek to the back of his head, pulling him closer. His mouth was quite pleasant when he wasn't deducting House points and assigning detentions.
Truthfully, that kiss did a lot to Severus, even though he couldn't get his brain to function enough to return it. He hadn't been willingly kissed by a woman in a very long time, and the little witch's eager lips broke apart the last bits of reservation he had. Suddenly he was determined to not only play along with their game, but to score as many goals as he possibly could.
Hermione sat back slightly, removing her hand from his inky black hair and placing it on top of his as she looked him squarely in the eyes. "This morning's prank was meant to be funny and to entice you here, but I promise you, Professor, tonight is no joke. Draco and I are both very attracted to you. We've each fantasized about being with you for quite awhile and we simply want the opportunity to make those fantasies a reality, if only for tonight," she said in a sultry whisper.
Without a second thought, Severus drew the girl into his arms and kissed her fiercely, letting his pent-up desires flow through their lips. All rules and agendas were thrown on the wayside at her simple yet striking words. He needed no other explanation, and if he was completely honest with himself, he probably never did.
As the professor deepened the kiss by probing her mouth experimentally with his tongue, Hermione resituated herself so that she was straddling his lap. She could feel his growing erection between her legs and boldly rubbed against him, earning a guttural moan from the older Slytherin. When she finally pulled back from his hungry mouth in desperate need of oxygen, she was amazed by the amount of heat in his once cold eyes. She looked over at Draco, who had been watching the show, and his own arousal was quite evident by the tenting of his silk sleep bottoms. The realization that she had two hard men practically at her disposal was a very heady thought and turned her on more than she already was.
Hermione held out her hand to Draco and pulled him closer to her and Severus. She kissed him softly, then sat back on the professor's knees, letting the pure-blood take over. Draco gave her a quick wink before turning his attention to the Potions master.
Severus admired the younger wizard for a moment. He so reminded him of his father and of the clandestine escapades he and Lucius had shared in their youth. He reached out, entwined his long fingers in the Seeker's white-blond locks, and drew him closer. Pale gray eyes met fathomless black before Draco leaned in and brushed his lips against the professor's.
Severus pulled him in further, deepening their connection. The Slytherin prince was an even better kisser than his father had been and, like the witch on his lap, tasted faintly of strawberries. His trousers became uncomfortably tight as the pure-blood's ardor increased, his Seeker-trained fingers tangling into Severus' silky hair.
Hermione had never seen a more erotic sight in her life than watching the two men kiss. She had never shared Draco with another person before, let alone another man, but the thought of him being with the professor – his blond tresses and tanned body contrasting sharply with Severus' black hair and pale skin – caused a pool of desire to collect in her knickers. Suddenly, the professor's hand, which had been resting unobtrusively on her hip, tugged her against his chest forcefully. Hermione gasped as the wizard's erection was pressed against the jumble of nerve endings between her legs. She immediately mounted an attack on the man's neck, kissing, licking, and biting the tender flesh from his collarbone up to the sensitive skin behind his ear, paying special attention to his pulse points, as the two wizards continued to tongue wrestle.
Severus moaned into Draco's mouth in response to his students' combined ministrations. Every nerve in his body felt on fire and his need for increased contact was reaching a fevered pitch – no doubt a result of the damned potion he had naïvely ingested earlier. Before he had a chance to become irritated about that fact, the curly-haired witch ground against his engorged manhood again, freeing a deep growl from his chest that unknowingly sent a shock wave of pleasure straight to the Head Boy's cock.
Hermione, spurred on by the sights and sounds around her, laid her free hand against Draco's bare chest and began to caress his smooth skin. It was his turn to moan when she tweaked one of his hard nipples. He retreated from Severus' mouth to glance lustfully at the witch. Grasping the back of her neck, he pulled her into a searing kiss.
As their mouths became reacquainted with each other, Severus leaned to the side to run his tongue and teeth along the Slytherin's neck and shoulder as his hands simultaneously rubbed the wizard's bare back and Hermione's satin-covered one. When he dipped down and drew Draco's nipple into his mouth, the tanned boy hissed at the unexpected sensation and pulled away from Hermione's mouth.
Both the students turned to their professor and wordlessly decided that he was still entirely too covered up. Retaining their current positions, they began to work together to remove his dress shirt. Hermione started at the top buttons while Draco pulled the shirt's tails out of the man's tented trousers.
"Wait," Severus urged in a low, raspy voice. "Before we go any further, I need to say a few things to you both." Draco and Hermione's hands stilled as they gave him their undivided attention.
"Firstly," he began, once assured of their alertness, "if we continue with this, what happens here tonight must stay within these rooms. You cannot discuss it with anyone – or even between yourselves – outside of these walls. Furthermore, what happens between us will not, in any way, affect my treatment of you in class or as Head of Slytherin House, and will not be reflected in the grades that you receive from me. Is that clear?"
"Of course, Severus," Draco replied immediately. "That was never our intention."
He nodded and then turned his dark eyes to the Gryffindor, who had yet to answer. He was unwilling to waver on those points and his expression clearly demonstrated that.
"Yes, sir," Hermione said without realizing how absurd it sounded given her current position on his lap.
Severus smirked. He rather liked that response. He was the domineering type, especially in the bedroom, and he liked his witches to be a bit submissive, at least during sex. Tonight was about punishment, after all. But also, he preferred his partners spunky and willing to give as good as they received. It looked like Hermione would fit those requirements quite well. Draco, on the other hand, was just as arrogant and headstrong as Lucius, so he was more of a sexual wildcard, but one that Severus was eager to test out just the same.
"The second thing I need to prepare you for, is my body," he continued, then paused for a minute, as if unsure of what to say or how to phrase it. "I have quite a few... remnants from my days of service to the Dark Lord. I just don't want them to surprise you."
Hermione was particularly struck by his honesty. She could sense his vulnerability and shame and briefly wondered how many people had ever been privy to such openness from the taciturn Potions master. Suddenly seized by the urge to comfort and reassure him, she leaned in and kissed the wizard gently before unfastening the remaining shirt buttons. Once they were all undone, she pulled the shirt open and slid it off his shoulders.
As Severus pulled his arms out of the sleeves, the Head students took in the vast crisscrossing scars on his chest and abdomen. Draco had seen his father's similar wounds and was somewhat prepared, but Hermione had never witnessed such evidence of cruelty. The professor watched her face closely as she reached out to touch the thin pink lines that ran over his heart. She stopped short of contact and looked up at him questioningly. "Do they hurt?" she whispered.
"Not anymore," he answered patiently, forcefully suppressing the anxiety he felt. No one but himself and Poppy had ever seen his battle scars before. Even the occasional whores he partaken in over the years had been oblivious to his condition because he never fully undressed in front of them or let them touch him in any way. This situation was already vastly different from those covert liaisons and he didn't want his apprehension to dampen the experience.
The witch, ever-so-gently, touched his chest and traced the lines of torture. The look on her face was unfathomable as she bent down and placed a delicate kiss on the blemished skin. When she sat back again, her chocolate eyes locked on his. "They're beautiful, Professor. Beautiful because of what they represent and the story that they tell," she reassured him, a hint of sadness in her voice.
Instantly flooded with relief, Severus pulled the girl into his arms and kissed her forehead in an uncharacteristically warm manner.
Draco sighed. "You two can certainly kill a mood," he said with an exasperated huff before getting off of the sofa, crossing the room, and disappearing into his adjoining bedchamber.
From the comfort of the professor's embrace, Hermione watched her impetuous friend with amused curiosity, wondering what he was up to. With Draco, it was bound to be something mischievous but undoubtedly entertaining.
Sure enough, a few minutes later, the blond returned with a lit joint perched on his grinning lips and second one in his hand. "How about we get this party started?"
The Gryffindor giggled at her friend's antics. Draco wasn't normally one for "touchy feely" shows of emotion, even during sex, so she wasn't a bit surprised by his response to the intense interaction between her and the other wizard.
Severus, on the other hand, was completely caught off guard by the flagrant violation of school rules. He would've never imagined that the Head students got up to such mischief behind closed doors if he hadn't seen it for himself. "I believe that's contraband, Mr. Malfoy," he said sternly.
Draco took a long pull off the herbal cigarette, held it in as long as he could, then expelled the acrid smoke with a smirk. "Are you going to punish me, Professor?"
He scowled. "I believe you'd enjoy corporal punishment far too much for it to serve as any sort of correction."
Draco grinned deviously as he crossed the room and held out the joint to his Head of House before resuming his place on the sofa. Severus gingerly accepted the cigarette and took a cautious puff. The last time he had indulged in marijuana had been with Albus right after the Dark Lord's defeat. Though he readily welcomed the drug's calming effects, it wouldn't do for his students to see him inebriated, even these particular students.
After he released the intoxicating fumes from his lungs, he passed the joint to Hermione, who was still entangled in his embrace. She sat up and took two deep drags before giving it back to Draco. Feeling a slight tingle from the magically-enhanced cannabis, she snaked her fingers into the professor's raven hair and kissed him. As she slipped her small tongue past his lips, Severus pulled her flush against him, pressing her taunt nipples against his chest and her damp core against his re-hardening erection. They both moaned at the contact.
Draco watched the snogfest as he smoked the remainder of the joint by himself. Enjoying a nice buzz, he vanished the roach with his wand before deciding to rejoin the action, which had escalated to pretty heavy kissing.
Hermione's hands were still laced behind the wizard's head and his were absently caressing her hips and sides. The pure-blood got up from the couch and stooped behind the witch. Sweeping her honey-toned curls to the side, he ran his tongue over the delicate ridge of her ear and down her neck, ending at her collarbone, which he sucked on gently. He heard the low, approving whimper in her throat as one of her small hands slipped around the back of his neck and playfully tugged at his hair. He grinned against her skin and pulled the thin straps of her nightgown off her shoulders. With her help, he managed to remove the straps completely and lower the top of the negligee past her breasts. As his mouth resumed its previous task on her neck, Draco reached down to grab both of the professor's hands and lead them up to the witch's newly-exposed bosom.
She moaned at the skin on skin contact and Severus pulled away from her lips to stare down at her bare chest. Draco watched the man's heated expression as he guided his hands across the girl's breasts the way pure-blood knew that she liked. Hermione arched her back into the blond's chest and lowered her eyes to watch the wizards' entwined hands caress her sensitive skin. The sight made her nearly light-headed with desire.
Releasing the professor's hands, Draco moved to the side of the couple, knelt on the sofa cushion, and angled Hermione's torso towards him. "Let me show you what drives her wild," he murmured before dipping his head down and circling his tongue around the Muggle-born's puckered areola, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from her.
Hermione moaned loudly at the combined sensation of Draco sucking her nipple into his mouth and the bulge in the professor's trousers pulsating against her insistently. She hissed in delight when Severus decided to mimic the younger wizard's actions on her other breast. Through hooded eyes, she watched the two men feast upon her. She had never experienced anything quite so stimulating before and she felt the slow burn at the apex of her thighs build with intensity, signaling her imminent climax. The two wizards were going to get her off just with the beginnings of foreplay.
Sensing their goal in sight, Draco and Severus suckled the witch in tandem, pushing her further and further towards the edge. When she couldn't stand the torture a moment longer, Hermione ground herself unabashedly against the professor's massive erection and came with a shuddering gasp of incoherent words. The men each gave her rosy nipples a final flick before sitting back to admire the flushed witch with matching smirks.
"I told you she'd like that," Draco said to his partner in crime.
"Indeed," Severus replied. "You're quite the responsive little witch," he told her appreciatively.
"Mmm," the blond mumbled as he ran his hand under the green silk of her negligee, bypassed the flimsy scrap of satin that she called knickers, and plunged a finger into her slick folds, taking care to brush against her swollen clit in the process. She gasped and Draco withdrew his finger, brought it to his lips, and sucked her juices from it. "She certainly is."
Hermione gave him a playful shove. "Oh, yeah? Let's see how well you handle two on one attention."
Draco waggled his eyebrows suggestively. "Good idea, love. But since Severus is our guest, I think he should be first, don't you?"
Hermione turned to the professor, bit her bottom lip seductively, and raked her eyes down his body, ending at the sizable bulge currently resting between her legs. "I think that's an excellent idea." In one fluid motion, she slipped off of the wizard's lap and onto her knees between his legs. She saw desire spike in his eyes under his perfectly arched eyebrow.
Taking the Gryffindor's cue, Draco seized Severus' mouth in a passion-driven kiss as his left hand moved into the man's tousled hair and his right began to stroke his pale chest. Hermione watched them for a moment before focusing on her own tantalizing task. She leaned in, resting her forearms on the professor's thighs, and pressed a few kisses to his lower stomach as her breasts rubbed enticingly over the tent in his trousers. She circled his belly button with her tongue and traced the thin scars that traversed his abdomen before moving to the trickle of fine black hair that ran down his navel and disappeared beneath his belt. Hermione had always found this part of a man's body incredibly sexy and tonight was no exception. She placed several feather-light kisses down the trail before teasingly running her tongue under the top of his slacks.
Severus, who had reclined his head on the back of the sofa to allow the blond access to his hardened nipples, let out a muffled moan and his hips jerked upward reflexively. Hermione and Draco smirked at each other, knowing that they finally had the Potions master right where they had wanted him for some time now.
Draco went back to the wizard's scarred chest but kept his pale eyes on Hermione as she began to unfasten the professor's leather belt. The pure-blood had never shared a witch with another man before. Even though Hermione wasn't technically his girlfriend, he had been shagging her and only her for months now. The thought of her being with another wizard would've normally infuriated him – Malfoys were possessive people by nature – but as he watched her slowly lower the zipper on Severus' trousers, he didn't feel even the slightest twinge of jealousy. In fact, he was incredibly turned on by the idea of her being shagged by the former Death Eater. This situation was different somehow, perhaps because they were, in essence, sharing Severus. There was no animosity between any of them, just need, passion, and desire.
Hermione finally finished unzipping the older wizard's trousers and pulled them down as far as she could while he was still sitting. She was then met by the silky black barrier of his boxer shorts. They were tented enormously and throbbing slightly as if they were alive. As she breathed down upon the last obstacle that stood between her and the professor's manhood – a virtual wall separating the rule-abiding Gryffindor Head Girl that most people believed her to be and the teacher-shagging wildcat that she had fantasized herself as for months – she was amused by the irony that Severus wore the same type of underpants as Draco. At the beginning of the school year, she had been in much the same position, staring down at the blond's black silk shorts and knowing that if she removed them, she'd be taking an irreversible step.
She glanced up to find Draco watching her, a mixture of lust and adoration in his eyes. Hermione knew that she loved the boy and that he loved her. Even though they weren't in love and would never get married and live happily ever after like in one of the Muggle fairy tales she was read as a child, she knew that she had made the right decision to be with him. So in trusting that belief, she must be making the right decision tonight as well. With newfound conviction, Hermione ran her fingertips under the waistband of the professor boxer shorts and pulled them over his straining erection.
Severus groaned as his member was freed from its confines and met with the cool air. Had Hermione not seen his goods on display that morning, she would have been shocked by the size of it. It was long and thick, the skin pale and smooth, and the uncircumcised head glistened with pre-cum. The witch's mouth practically watered at the sight.
Draco, who had also been admiring the man's newly-freed assets, drew him into a fiery kiss. Once their tongues were locked in a sensual struggle for supremacy, the Seeker reached down and grazed the length of the Severus' cock with his fingers, eliciting a hiss and another involuntary buck of the professor's hips.
Draco removed his hand and Hermione took his place with her tongue, licking her way from the base of the thick shaft to its weeping head, enjoying the muffled moans and the slight quaking of the wizard's thighs. She ran her tongue back down in a zigzag pattern then swirled it across his balls before gently sucking one into her mouth. Severus moaned again and muttered a few curse words against Draco's lips.
The blond pulled back with a chuckle and looked down at the witch feasting on the Slytherin's gonads. His own cock throbbed painfully at the sight and he decided to assist her in the delicious task – it was a big job after all. He leaned down and, as Hermione continued to fondle the man's balls, Draco circled the tip of his cock with his tongue before sucking the head into his warm mouth.
Severus groaned. "For the love of Salazar, you two are going to kill me," he said in a shaky voice. The younger witch and wizard both grinned – as much as they could, at least, with their mouths full – and then proceeded to show him exactly how good death could feel.
Draco moved his mouth up and down the professor's pulsating organ, taking in as much of it as he could. He had sucked off a few wizards before but none of them had been this big. To compensate, the resourceful Slytherin wrapped his hand around the base and began to stroke in rhythm with his mouth.
Each new sensation on his body felt doubly intense, thanks to the miscreants' earlier prank, and Severus could feel himself drawing ever-so-close to climax. At that point, there was nothing that he could do but let his senses take over and enjoy the ride.
Hermione, sensing the wizard's impending orgasm by the tightening of his balls, moved her tongue upward and chased behind Draco's hand, up and down the professor's shaft. The added sensation was enough to send him over the edge and Severus bucked his hips and exploded his release in pure-blood's eager mouth, exclaiming, "Fuuuck!" in a deep growl.
Draco did his best to swallow every drop of the salty fluid before releasing the spent organ from his mouth. He and Hermione both sat back and smirked at their normally composed Potions professor, who was now slumped against the sofa cushions with his eyes closed and his mouth slack. He looked positively handsome and completely harmless without his customary sneer.
"I told you two against one was intense," Hermione teased.
"Intense is hardly the word, Miss Granger," Severus replied without moving, still waiting for his body to recuperate.
"I think you can call me by my first name now, Professor. I did just have your balls in my mouth."
Draco snorted as the older man tilted his head up to stare at the witch incredulously. She certainly was a brave one. "I suppose that's true, Hermione."
She smiled brightly at him before turning to her classmate. "Now it's your turn. Care to wager how long you'll last?"
"Ha," Draco said with an arrogant grin. "Longer than either of you, I guarantee."
The professor rolled his eyes. "We'll see about that. I've got a few tricks up my sleeve."
"Let's see what you can do then," Draco retorted hotly.
Severus, accepting the younger wizard's challenge, stood up from the couch and pulled his pants back up on his waist. He held out his hand to Hermione and lifted the witch to her feet before bending down to kiss her. As his tongue ran over her lips, his hand went to the green silk that was pooled on her hips and pushed it to the ground, leaving her standing in only her skimpy little knickers. Severus pulled back from her lips and grazed down at her body appreciatively before whispering in her ear. "You take the top and I'll take the bottom." Hermione nodded with a mischievous grin and the professor turned to Draco. "Strip and sit," he ordered in an authoritative tone.
With complete self-confidence, Draco dropped his silk pajama bottoms and sat down, reclining back and spreading his arms over the back of the sofa. He looked up at them expectantly.
The older Slytherin rolled his eyes at the boy's arrogance. He was so much like Lucius and Severus was eager to see if he'd respond the same manner. He knelt down between Draco's splayed legs and glared into his gray eyes before focusing hungrily on the wizard's proud erection, nestled amongst soft blond curls. He leaned in, inhaling the younger man's scent, and ran his tongue from base to tip, causing a guttural groan to escape the Seeker's throat.
Hermione could hardly believe her eyes. After all her fantasizing and all of their plotting, was this really happening? Was she really watching Professor Snape, snarky Potions master, give Draco Malfoy, Prince of Slytherin, a blow job? Holy Hippogriffs!
Draco groaned again and bucked as the dark-haired man took his cock into his mouth. Severus had never had much of a gag reflex so he was able to take in the entire length, something that Draco had never experienced before but enjoyed immensely.
Smirking at the knowledge that Potions class would never be the same again, Hermione joined the men on the sofa. Draco was panting softly as she laid a kiss on his parted lips. She moved down and suckled the sensitive areas behind his ears and on his neck before running her tongue across his collarbone. She then licked her way to his nipples and nipped at them teasingly.
Draco's right hand sifted into the professor's hair, holding him in a delicious rhythm, while his left stroked Hermione's bare back as she twiddled his nipples expertly. He leaned down and whispered something in her ear and she replied with an impish grin.
The witch stood up on the cushions and straddled the pure-blood, resting her knees against the back of the sofa on either side of his head and placing her silk-clad mound directly in front of his face. Draco placed his hand on the small of her back to steady her as she pulled the thin material aside, exposing her glistening sex to him. The Slytherin loved to eat pussy and because he was fantastic at it, Hermione indulged him quite often. Oral sex was one of their favorite pastimes.
As the professor continued to suck his cock for all its worth, Draco slipped his tongue into Hermione's slick folds. She gripped his platinum hair as he grazed her clit and swirled his tongue inside her.
Enticed by the display in front of him and the moans coming from the gyrating witch, Severus ran his tongue over Draco's balls and down between his cleft. The blond bucked his hips at the unexpected contact and moaned loudly against Hermione's core as the wizard began to simultaneously stroke his engorged shaft and tongue his opening. Good gods, he had never experienced this before but the professor's dual ministrations felt amazing.
Draco sped up his tongue's movement over Hermione's sensitive bud to match Snape's strokes and within minutes, the witch climaxed in a symphony of moans and whimpers, coating his face with her juices.
After she stopped quivering, Hermione collapsed onto the sofa and relaxed back against the armrest to watch the professor coax Draco towards an orgasm. From the blissful look on the blond's face, it wouldn't be long.
Severus, who felt his own erection return at the sound of Hermione's climax, licked his way back up the man's organ and circled the head. Draco hissed in pleasure. He was dangerously close to release and the anticipation was maddening.
Instead of pushing him over the edge, Severus drew back and twisted around, grabbing the half-empty bowl of strawberries and his ebony wand off the table. Both the students watched curiously as the professor pointed his wand at the bowl and wordlessly vanished the fruit. He then swirled his wand in an intricate pattern causing a green gooey substance to stream from the tip of the wooden rod into the silver bowl.
Hermione peered down into the bowl and then looked questioningly at the professor. He gave her a quick wink before returning his attention to Draco. Severus lowered his mouth over the younger man's throbbing manhood, taking the entire length into his mouth before drawing his lips tight around the base and sucking vigorously. Draco's hips jerked upwards and the wizard moaned out a string of obscenities. Hermione chuckled at the boy's reaction. The Potions master sure knew what he was doing and she doubted that Draco would be able to hold out much longer.
As Severus started to work over the blond's rigid shaft, bobbing up and down, his curtain of black hair obscuring his face and tickling Draco's thighs, he reached down and coated two fingers in the green goo he had produced from his wand earlier. He raised the lubricated digits and ran them sensuously over Draco's perineum, causing the boy to shiver in nervous anticipation.
Severus continued his feverish sucking while he caressed Draco's now-slick inner cheeks, circling the tightly puckered opening. He released the wizard's cock from his mouth and looked up at him. "Relax, Draco. Let me show you how good it can feel."
Draco groaned lustfully and tried to consciously relax his muscles. He had wanted this for a long time but hadn't had a partner willing to do it, although he had never been willing to ask either. The proud Slytherin was a bit embarrassed to admit that he wanted to be buggered. Somehow, he had known that Severus would be the wizard to introduce him to these new pleasures.
The professor once again took the pure-blood into his mouth and began to work him into a frenzy. Draco was so close to the breaking point that everything else disappeared. All that existed was the delicious mouth moving up and down on his cock, driving him into Nirvana one stroke at a time.
It was at this point, when the wizard was so utterly unaware of everything but his own pleasure, that Severus began to stimulate his virginal entrance again. He carefully probed the tip of one long finger inside and waited a moment for Draco to become comfortable before penetrating further.
As the professor slowly worked his long digit in and out of the warm cavity, Draco moaned deeply. The sensation was strange but good – an exquisite mixture of pain and pleasure – and he panted in anticipation as he felt a second finger edge its way in.
Once Severus had successfully entered two fingers inside the handsome blond, he timed his strokes with the rapid motion of his mouth on the man's shaft. He was moaning uncontrollably at this point and Severus decided to send him over that glorious edge. He penetrated him deeply, sinking his long fingers in as far as he could, then curled his fingertips upward and grazed that oh-so-delicate sweet spot.
The reaction was immediate. Draco moaned loudly, jerked upward, and spurted his seed down the wizard's waiting throat. "Ah... Ah... Sever-us!" he stammered as the hot fluid shot from his body.
Severus continued to stroke Draco's prostate until the wizard's body stopped jerking. He carefully withdrew his fingers and gave one final suck before releasing his deflating cock, which fell limply against the boy's thigh. He leaned back against the coffee table with a sigh.
Hermione grinned at him. "Well done, Professor. I've never seen him react so expressively before."
"Mmm, I told you that I had some tricks up my sleeves," he replied, gazing at the witch, "and they've yet to all be exposed."
Hermione felt the excited butterflies in her stomach regroup in response to his fiery expression. She stood up from the couch and held out her hand to the professor. "Well then, let's retire to the bedroom. Perhaps we can unmask some of those secrets."
Severus smirked and allowed the almost naked Gryffindor to help him up off the floor. He held her hand as she led him into the adjoining bedchamber, leaving the near-comatose blond on the sofa.
When they entered the room, there was no doubt in his mind that it belonged to the pure-blood. Grand, ostentatious furniture, black satin sheets, a large Slytherin crest of the far wall. The candles were a nice touch, but the most beautiful thing the room was by far the scantily-clad witch, whose warm chocolate eyes were dancing in the candlelight.
Not being one for wasting time, Hermione flashed the wizard a brilliant smile then proceeded to climb into the large bed and sprawl out on the pixie-made pillows. Severus pushed his trousers and shorts to the floor and stepped out of them before mounting the bed and stretching out on his side next to the witch, his hand resting on her flat stomach and his erection poking into her hip.
"You look quite beautiful in the candlelight, Miss Gra—Hermione," he said quietly, his warm breath caressing her neck.
She smiled timidly, feeling a bit shy now that it was just the two of them. "Thank you, Professor. And you look..." Her eyes traveled down his naked body, resting for a split second on his massive cock before returning to his harshly lined face. "Amazing," she managed to choke out.
The professor smiled at her – a small genuine smile, perhaps the first she had ever seen grace his severe features. "Please call me Severus, at least for tonight."
"Very well, Severus." She smiled as his name slipped easily off her tongue. "Do you think Draco died or fell asleep?"
Before he could reply, the blond in question walked into the room. "Neither," he drawled. "I simply needed time for my legs to solidify again. Besides, you two look perfectly fine without me." He smirked. "Carry on."
Severus and Hermione both watched the Head Boy sit the silver bowl of lubricant and the second marijuana cigarette on the bedside table before surmounting the foot of the bed and laying across the mattress on his side, his head propped up on his hand in a clear voyeuristic position.
The professor rolled his eyes at the presumptuous wizard but he didn't have a problem with spectators – being a Death Eater had seen to that early on. He intended to shag the witch beside him senseless, or better yet, have her shag him senseless, and he couldn't care less if Draco got off on watching them or not. Severus planned on dealing with him after he made Hermione scream his name anyway.
Turning back to the curly-haired woman, he drew her into a kiss and, as his tongue slipped between her parted lips, his hand found its way to her breasts and began to softly caress them, rolling the hard peaks between his fingers. She moaned lightly into his mouth and tangled her hands into his hair. Severus' mouth moved to her neck, kissing and licking his way from her jaw to her collarbone. He dipped his tongue into the hollow at the base of her neck and tasted her pleasantly salty perspiration. He idly wondered how the rest of her body tasted and was determined to find out as his mouth moved lower.
Hermione moaned again as the professor's thin lips replaced his hands on her breasts, teasing her nipples with his teeth and tongue. His hand slid back down her stomach, this time venturing further towards her nether regions, where the witch felt a familiar ache start to build again.
Severus cupped her mound through the satin knickers that were barely shielding it from view. He could feel the heat radiating from her center and longed to taste her, to feel that heat wrapped around him, to nestle himself deep inside her willing body. He pulled aside the flimsy material, wishing he had his wand to banish the blasted hindrance, slipped two long fingers past the silk, and ran them ever-so-lightly down her outer lips.
Hermione moaned and shivered slightly as the raw, blinding need coursed through her. "Please, Professor... please," she pleaded in a barely audible whisper.
Severus smirked into the smooth skin above the Gryffindor's navel as he made his way lower down her quivering body, continuing to tease her slick external folds. He wanted her as wet as possible before he fucked her. She was a petite witch, after all, and his "assets" were quite a bit larger than the average man's. He wanted the experience to be pleasurable for her, not painful.
He tongued her belly button before sitting up on his knees at her side. He stared down at the loquacious know-it-all that had irritated him for years. With her face flushed with desire and her chestnut curls fanned out around her, her beauty, which he had never really appreciated before now, momentarily took his breath away. She looked like a succubus, hellbent on his undoing. "Come lay in front of me, Hermione," he breathed.
Without question, she slid sideways on her back until she was lying across the bed with the naked wizard between her legs and Draco lying beside her. She looked up at Severus through hooded eyes, desperate for him to release her from the sweet agony she was in. He grasped the satin material at her sides and slid it down her hips, and Hermione lifted her pelvis off the mattress before raising her long legs straight up in front of the professor, allowing him to remove her soaked knickers.
Once the shoddy garment was tossed aside, Severus lifted the witch's legs up and hooked them over his shoulders, raising her hips and lower back off the bed and bringing her glistening sex to his face. Hermione gasped at the sudden movement and the sensation of his warm breathe sweeping across her delicate skin.
The former spy took a moment to admire the view before delving in. It had been nearly two decades since he had tasted a woman and he intended to savor the moment in case it was another twenty years before it happened again.
Hermione, meanwhile, squirmed in his arms, trying to increase their contact. She was all for letting the dark wizard have his way with her but she hadn't signed up for torture. Thankfully, he obliged before she had to take matters into her own hands, and ran his tongue along her slit. She moaned and bucked as the professor plunged into her folds and tasted her exotic juices for the first time. He swirled around her swollen slit, causing her to squeal, before sinking his tongue into her opening.
Severus stroked in and out of her perfect pussy several times before returning to her clit. He might have been inexperienced at this particular art, but he was nothing if not a perfectionist. Using her varying moans and whimpers as a guide, he soon found a rhythm and intensity that had the Gryffindor teetering on the ever-fraying rope of ecstasy. After a few well-placed flicks of the very tip of his tongue, the girl came with a shriek and a powerful shudder.
With a quick taste of her ambrosia, he lowered her back to the bed and immediately plunged his cock deep inside her, knowing that the most intense time to enter a witch was directly after an orgasm. He remained still for a moment, enjoying the feeling of her wet warmth pulsating around him and sucking at his organ, as he allowed her to adjust to his size.
Hermione could hardly breathe from the intensity. Just as her coiled nerves had found their release, they were put on alert again as he penetrated her. She had never felt so utterly filled before. "Gods, Professor... you're so big," she panted, feeling his member throb inside her in response.
"Call me Severus. Say my name," he hissed as her muscles continued to pull at him.
"Fuck me, Severus. Fuck me, please," she begged, giving up all pretenses of keeping her sanity in check.
At those electrifying words, the wizard grasped her thighs and pulled his hips back, sliding partially out of her slick tunnel before thrusting his cock deep inside again, causing them both to moan. He pumped in and out of her sweetness, filling her to the hilt with every stroke, causing a delicious zing to run down her spine each time he hit her cervix.
Severus was almost undone by the sight of his hard shaft piercing the witch's delicate pink flesh and the sound of her intensifying moans. He mentally steeled himself, not wanting to reach his climax too quickly, lust potions be damned. After several deep thrusts, the professor leaned down towards Hermione's glistening body, his hands sliding underneath her shoulders. He kissed her before rolling them both over, their bodies still intimately connected, placing him on his back and the succubus astride him.
Hermione kissed him passionately, thrilling at the feel of him bending inside her. She sat up, his hands moving to her hips, and she began to slowly ride him. He felt even larger in this position and Hermione couldn't help the gasps that escaped her throat as she impaled herself on his manhood.
Suddenly, just as she was hitting a beautiful stride, she felt strong arms wrap around her from behind. Draco's delicate hands cupped her breasts as she continued to gyrate on top of the Potions master. She arched her back into the blond's chest as he rolled her nipples between his manicured fingers. She kept her eyes locked on the Severus' as she rode him, the younger wizard's erection rubbing down her backside with each stroke.
Draco leaned down and breathed into her ear. "Fuck him, Witch. Fuck him like you've wanted to for years."
Hermione moaned in response and ground down hard, feeling the glorious ache as the professor's cock hit bottom. She quickened her pace and by the sounds she was making, Severus could tell that she was getting close to climaxing again. He reached up and grasped one of Draco's hands and guided it down the witch's stomach to their point of connection.
Draco, with one hand caressing her breast and his erection pumping against her cheeks, began to flick her swollen clit.
Hermione shrieked and slammed down on the professor's cock, her muscles clenching at his length as a powerful orgasm washed over her. "Sev-er-us!" she gasped as the intense pleasure pulsed through her body like lightening.
Severus closed his eyes and focused all of his energy on keeping himself from falling over the edge with her. He had gotten the witch to scream his name and that, combined with her inner muscles sucking at his organ like an ice lolly on a hot day, was enough to bring him to orgasm without another thrust, but he refused to give in that easy.
Sensing the wizard's struggle, or perhaps thinking only of his own needs, Draco whispered against Hermione's neck, "Good girl, Granger. Now it's my turn." The Head Boy knew that she liked to be talked to in that manner during sex. It turned her on. If he were to call her a "good girl" any other time, he'd surely be hexed for it, but she was a bit of a masochist in the bedroom.
Locking his biceps under her arms, Draco lifted the witch off of the other man's still-raging erection and laid her down on the bed. He turned his attention to the professor momentarily and slipped his mouth over the head of his cock, taking in as much as he could and sucking his way up again. The combination of Hermione's juices and the wizard's musk was enough to make him groan in appreciation.
After releasing the older Slytherin's cock with an audible pop, Draco smirked at the man's pained expression, delighting in his newly-acquired ability to tease the snarky wizard this way. He turned back to Hermione and positioned himself between her legs before leaning down to scoop her into his arms. He kissed her softly several times before entering her with a quick thrust.
Hermione moaned quietly as he stroked her core in a slow, deep rhythm. She hadn't thought that she could possibly have another orgasm in her after everything she had experienced tonight, but his loving penetration was slowly building her fire again. Draco, while not as endowed as Severus, knew exactly what her body responded to and how to give her the most pleasure.
Severus, who was still rock hard and aching for relief, got up on his knees behind the copulating couple. He ran his long fingers down Draco's spine as it flexed to penetrate the witch beneath him. Egged on by the boy's soft growl, he caressed the wizard's cheeks before giving them a few strong yet playful slaps, leaving the smooth skin slightly pink. He smirked at the effect as he reached over to retrieve the silver bowl from the nightstand and place in on the bed beside him. He coated two thin fingers in the gooey substance then slid them down Draco's arse, causing the blond to hiss in pleasure.
Draco continued to pump into Hermione, rekindling her fire, as Severus caressed and lubricated his sensitive opening. Nervous anticipation bubbled in his stomach as the professor slid one, then two fingers inside him. He had fantasized about this very position many times before – the former Death Eater reaming him from behind as he shagged Hermione. He wanted it to happen so badly but he was somewhat apprehensive about the man's size. He'd surely be walking funny for a day or two.
Severus continued to stroke the wizard, scissoring his fingers to stretch his tight opening in preparation and working up to three digits. Once Draco was well lubricated and responsive – groaning and grinding against his hand in rhythm with his strokes to Hermione's pussy – the professor used his other hand to slather his erection with the conjured lubricant. He withdrew his fingers, parted Draco's cheeks, and placed the length of his cock against the slick channel. He slid himself along the wizard's cleft a few times, before leaning over Draco's back and whispering huskily into his ear. "Now I show you the consequences of your actions this morning, Mr. Malfoy." Draco moaned at his threat. "Relax your muscles." The professor sat back and stroked his cock a few times before placing the swollen head against the wizard's puckered opening.
Draco stilled his hips, still buried balls deep in Hermione's pulsating sweetness, held his breath, and willed his sphincter muscles to relax and grant the man entrance.
Severus carefully pushed against the barrier and with a little effort, forced the bulbous head of his organ in. He held the position for a moment to let the blond adjust to the sensation before cautiously sliding himself in. Draco led out an odd, strangled cry. The professor's cock felt huge as it filled every inch of him and threatened to split him in two.
When Severus was completely sheathed in the wizard's heat, he leaned down and ran his tongue up Draco's spine, coming to rest against his back as the man's muscles undulated deliciously around his straining manhood. "Breathe, Draco. Just breathe," he murmured against the pure-blood's ear.
In an effort to help her struggling friend relax, Hermione leaned up, took his head in her hands, and kissed him with all the passion she possessed. Severus watched the curly-haired witch thoroughly distract the Seeker before sitting back on his heels and resting the palm of his hand on the wizard's lower back to steady himself. "Ready?" he asked in a low murmur.
"Yes," Draco whispered, pulling away from the Gryffindor's lips. His response was followed by a deep groan as the professor began to move inside him. He kept perfectly still and squeezed his eyes shut as he endured the searing pressure. He was beginning to seriously doubt that he'd ever be able to find this sort of penetration enjoyable, but after several shallow, skillful strokes, the burning intensity stopped being completely painful. He felt the wizard change angles and then saw stars as Severus hit the spot that had destroyed him earlier. His resulting moan was filled with four letter words too vulgar to repeat.
Hermione giggled beneath him and he turned his fiery eyes to her. "Think that's funny, do you, Witch?" he growled, not giving her a chance to respond before forcefully pummeling her again. He smirked at her surprised, lustful cry.
With his honor reclaimed, the Malfoy heir let Severus control the tempo of their copulation and moved in a steady rhythm between impaling himself on the wizard's rigid shaft and burying his own cock in the Head Girl's slick heat. The dual sensations were overpowering and he felt an orgasm quickly approaching.
"Harder, Severus," Draco moaned and the professor obliged, ramming into the blond's tight sleeve with more power. Draco, in turn, began to fuck Hermione with deep, forceful strokes, slamming into her cervix.
The room was filled with an erotic symphony of moans, screams, and obscenities from the trio as they drove each other to the brink. Hermione was the first to reach her climax, her nails scratching angry marks down the pure-blood's back. Draco followed right after her, unable to hold out any longer when the professor's cock hit his prostate again. Severus thrust into the wizard's tight arse a few more times before groaning deeply and filling Draco's cavity with his hot release. The threesome collapsed in a heap of sweaty, spent bodies, panting and quivering.
Eventually, Hermione realized that she did, in fact, need oxygen in order to live and whimpered in protest of the virtual dog pile on top of her. Both men laughed but, seeing how they wanted to keep her around a little longer, rolled off on either side of the breathless witch.
Severus sighed contentedly, his body finally feeling satiated. He retrieved the joint from the nightstand and lit it up. After a few puffs, he passed it to Draco with a smirk. "I believe we can consider this as time served."
Hermione chuckled. "Does that mean no detentions, Professor?" She accepted the cigarette from Draco and took a hit.
"Hmm," he drawled, pretending to consider her question for a moment. "Well, perhaps a little more hands-on punishment might be in order."
One more quick chapter/epilogue to wrap up this crazy story. Stay tuned and please review!
Chapter title courtesy of "unknown".