Fic: Nobody Should Spend Christmas Alone
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mini_festTitle: Nobody Should Spend Christmas Alone
Author: ???
Rating: M
Characters: Lucius/Hermione/Severus
Prompt(s): #143 from 2011
Warnings: threesome
Summary: Hermione had one last thing to do before her holiday started, check on Lucius. She knew things wouldn’t be easy when she saw the Christmas decorations, the alcohol and Severus Snape.
Word Count: 5,947
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything, characters belongs to JK Rowling
A/N: Severus didn’t die, he was just badly wounded. Hermione and Ron had a messy breakup, so messy it made the first page of Daily Prophet. Narcissa took Draco and Left Lucius as soon as they were cleared of charges. There are also two potions I don’t explain later in the story, the first is a sober up potion and the second is a strong healing potion. Thanks to my darling beta.
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Hermione sat in her office going over her cases. Harry and Ron chose to work on the field; she decided to slow down. Hermione enjoyed being outside hunting the last Death Eaters that were on the run, but she wanted to do more than to hunt someone and catch them.
She heard low Christmas songs being played somewhere on her floor; the snow was setting down on the dark street like a white blanket and the right Christmas atmosphere was set. She looked up at the clock, surprised at how late it was. She had one last case to take care before she could curl up on her chair at home with a book. She quickly packed her purse and left.
Ten minutes later she stood outside the property of her case; she refused to think about it in any other way. It was dark and cold outside. The snow was still falling, turning into drops of water whenever it settled on her warm skin. Firmly she walked up to the gates, tapping on them with her wand. As soon as the gates opened up she headed over towards the mansion. The entrance door opened up as soon as she tapped her wand against it. At least he hadn’t changed the wards, she thought happily. The last time she checked on him he wasn’t in a good mood, and their meeting ended up in him threatening to change the wards.
The inside of the mansion barely had any Christmas decorations. He had told Hermione his ex-wife was the one in charge of the Christmas decorating, after she and Draco left him he didn’t see the need to bother. He bothered enough to find the decorations and set them up, she thought to herself, maybe he was bored.
Slowly she walked towards the living area, where she knew he spent most of his time. “Mr Malfoy,” she called out. She opened the door to the living room and stuck her head in, only to realize it was empty. Frowning she wondered where he was.
She walked into the room and was heading over to the door to his private library when she suddenly heard a loud racket coming from somewhere in the hallway. Fearing something bad happened she ran to the hall with her wand drawn. It was quiet. She stood still, trying to find the source to the noise.
Again she heard it, this time she knew where it came from. With her wand still drawn she walked towards the noise. As she got closer she could hear voices as well, two of them. She easily recognized Lucius’, but was unsure about the second.
She reached the kitchen, still shocked Lucius and the extra person was there, she didn’t even think Lucius knew where the kitchen was. With a firm grip on her wand, prepared to hex someone if needed she opened the door.
What she saw was shocking. Lucius Malfoy lay on the table, a bottle in one hand and a Christmas ornament in the other, laughing so hard that he was almost falling off the table. On the other side of the room a dark haired man could barely stand up, he as well had a bottle in his hand. When the guest realized someone was standing in the doorway he looked up, which caused him to loose grip of the counter and fall down on the floor.
“Professor?” she asked shockingly, forgotten he wasn’t her professor anymore.
“Miss Granger, what on earth are you doing here? And don’t call me that.” He said with a frown once his laughter calmed down. She realized that both the men were heavily intoxicated.
“Don’t you remember, Severus?” Lucius asked. “She’s here to check on me, to make sure I’m a good boy.” Severus managed to stand up with the help of the chair, he stared at Hermione intensely. Suddenly Hermione felt like she was back at school.
“I thought you said she wouldn’t be here until tomorrow.”
Lucius suddenly laughed harder. Managing to calm himself enough he told Severus it was the next day. Hermione knew then that they had been drinking for more than a day.
“I guess my Christmas wish hasn’t come true.” Severus said when he placed the bottle down on the counter. “I hoped I wouldn’t see you till the day I died.” Hermione knew how much he hated her and Harry, for not helping him in the shrieking shack, but that did not mean she would allow him speak to her like that.
“I’m sorry for your aversion Mr Snape, but I’m not to blame for tonight. If you are so intoxicated you couldn’t tell that the days shifted I think you’re to blame.” She was firm, crossed her arms and stared back at him.
“How dare you, you insufferable brat.” Clumsily he searched for his wand.
Hermione was sure she could easily disarm him, but was glad that Luckily interfered right then. “Severus, stop that. I’m actually glad she’s here. I need some different company.” Hermione wondered if she should worry. She had never seen Lucius drunk, and didn’t know what kind of drunk he actually was.
“I’ll make you something to clear you up Mr. Malfoy,” she said while walking past the two men to the cupboards, searching for the right ingredients.
“While you do that I’ll just take another sip of this.” Hermione turned and walked back to Lucius, taking the bottle from him before he was able to taste a single drop.
“I think not. You’re already in trouble for being intoxicated; don’t make me repeat the conditions.”
“Bossy,” Lucius moped while sitting up. “Cheer up Granger, it’s the holidays.”
That was when Severus decided to add his thoughts. “She’s always been like this, a bossy know-it- all.” Hermione could handle Lucius’ criticism, but not from her former professor.
“I would appreciate it if you don’t speak about me in that manner; I’m simply doing my job.”
“On Christmas day?” His words stung harder than she thought they would.
“I’m here to check on Malfoy, if you can’t keep your comments to yourself I would appreciate it if you left the room.” Severus seemed offended, but closed his mouth and sat down on a chair. Hermione wasn’t able to remove her eyes from him until after a few seconds passed.
While she prepared the simple hangover potion she heard Lucius trying to move off the table. She was just about to tell him to be careful when suddenly there was a loud crash. She quickly turned around and realized he had fallen backwards and crashed against the cupboards. Only thinking about his health she ran over to his side with her wand ready.
Hermione wasn’t the only one thinking about healing Lucius; Severus crouched down next to her with his wand ready as well. “I think I should do it, since you have consumed alcohol,” she said worriedly. Surprisingly enough he didn’t object.
After she healed what she could she tried to pull him away from the cupboards so she could levitate him. Severus surprised her again by helping her. When their eyes met she realized he was worried.. As soon as Lucius wasn’t surrounded by all the furniture she found her wand and levitated him the rest of the way.
The two of them lead Lucius up the stairs and into his bedroom. Hermione had been there before while checking on him, making sure he wasn’t hiding anything dangerous or harmful. The corridor and his bedroom didn’t have a single Christmas decoration, not that Hermione cared. All she wanted was to get back home, to her cozy apartment.
They lay him down on the bed, covering him with the duvet and sat down on a chair on either side of the bed. Hermione had performed a health spell on him and discovered he had a mild concussion, and because she didn’t want to ruin the night for a healer she decided to stay there with him. Severus could stay with him, but it would be irresponsible of her to allow a man that had been drinking to watch over someone else. It wasn’t that big of a sacrifice for her, seeing as she didn’t have anything planed for the night.
The silence in the room was calming; Hermione became more tired for every second that passed. When she realized what was happening she opened her eyes and stared at Lucius to see if he was still breathing, that was when she realized Severus was staring at her. “Yes?” she asked, wondering what the man was thinking of her. He seemed less intoxicated than before, something she was grateful for.
“I was just wondering why you’re spending your night here, watching a foolish man that can’t even get off the table without getting a concussion.” Hermione giggled. She was sure he was quite serious, but that didn’t stop her from finding his comment humorous.
“It’s not like I want to spend my time nursing someone. But I don’t want to take the chance on him dying.”
“I’m here.” Hermione stared at him, wondering if he wanted her to leave.
“You’re intoxicated,” she answered shortly.
“Do you think that I haven’t brought my own cure in case something like this happened?” A blush crept across Hermione’s cheeks; she should have known that he had something that could cure his hangover. He stood up and leaned over on Lucius, found a glass vial and poured the liquid down Lucius’ throat. Normally Hermione would be alarmed, but she didn’t believe he was trying to poison the man, especially not since they had spent more than one day drinking together, giving him plenty of times to poison him. It wasn’t until he found a second vial that she worried.
“What have you given him?” she asked curiously.
“You haven’t answered my question miss granger,” he said, ignoring her question.
“I thought I had.” She stared at him, wondering why he was interested in her decision to stay and take care of a hurt man.
“You hadn’t,” he argued. “You stated the obvious.” She wanted to say something rude, but knew it would only lead to more problems.
She decided to tell him, it wasn’t like it was a big secret. “It was either stay here or go home and read a book. There, happy?” Angry at how easily he managed to get the information out of her she stood up and walked over to the window. The snow was still falling, she shivered when she thought about how much snow she had to walk through.
Suddenly she felt a pair of hands on her shoulders, holding her tightly. A part of her wanted to run, but the other wanted to turn around and cry on his shoulders. For the first time in her life she would be spending Christmas alone. She had received several invitations from her friends, and family, but the thought of being surrounded by cheerful laughter was more than she could take, especially after the messy breakup with Ron. It didn’t mean she wanted to be alone, but there wasn’t any other way.
“I know what happened between you.” His dark silky voice sent chills through her, and still they made her feel safe. “I read it in the paper.” So far she had been able to keep the tears away, but when she heard the compassion in his voice she couldn’t hold it anymore. Silent tears ran down her face, cooling her cheeks that were burning up.
The hands on her shoulders started to move in slow circles, calming her down. She knew well enough it was Severus who was caressing her, but for a few seconds she forgot it, she could only concentrate on the pleasure.
When the strong fingers moved up to her neck she closed her eyes, happy that the tears had finally stopped. Slowly they moved in circles up her neck, carefully rubbing away the stressful knots. His hands moved down again, to her shoulders. Slowly they moved to her collar bone before they moved down until they reached her breasts.
Shocked she pushed his hands away and jumped away from him. She stared at him, shocked by his move. She continued to stare at him, opening her mouth to say something. Because she was still in shock she couldn’t speak.
She realized Severus wasn’t sorry at all, in fact, it looked like he wanted more. She realized she could finally talk again. “Why did you do that?” she asked, unsure if she wanted to know the truth or not.
Severus took a step backwards, never taking his eyes off of her. “I was trying to relax you, to make it good for you.”
She knew by his answer she was to blame. “I should have acted when you first placed your hands on me, especially when you started to massage my neck.”
“Calm down Granger, it’s not like it’s the end of the world.” Hermione stared at him, unable to say anything while watching him.
“It never should have happened, I’m on duty.” Severus didn’t answer her straight away; instead he stared at her while crossing his arms. She was reminded about when she was at school, when he made sure she knew exactly what he thought about her. He didn’t seem to be happy.
He opened his mouth, she waited patiently for what he wanted to say. “I think you’re afraid.” She wanted to laugh at the remark, she was not afraid. As stupid as it might be she didn’t laugh; instead she turned away and stared out the window again. “It’s Christmas Granger, you shouldn’t be working tonight.”
“I have nowhere else to be,” she answered quickly.
“I know how you Gryffindors are, you can easily find friends to spend Christmas with; nobody are willing to let you spend Christmas alone. So tell me, why aren’t you out celebrating with your friends?” She closed her eyes, wanting to run out of the room, or kick Severus out.
Sighting she turned around; the least she could do was to face him. “This wasn’t my plan, but it’s not like my plan was any better. I was going to make myself a hot cup of coco and curl up with a book by the fireplace.” Severus seemed happy with her answer. When he didn’t seem to want to comment on her pathetic plan she decided to ask a question she couldn’t get out of her mind. “Why did you touch me?”
He was silent a few seconds before he finally spoke. “Because I wanted to.”
“That’s not an answer,” she said, repeating his words.
“Alright.” She was shocked that he didn’t refuse answering her. “I wanted to touch you because I find you attractive. Of course I want to do much more to you than simply touch you.” She felt a heat working its way through her body, heating her up, turning her cheeks red. To her shock she could feel the heat growing between her legs.
“Why?” she asked, unsure why she wanted to know. She stared at him as he took a step towards her. Afraid of what might happen she took a step backwards.
“Because,” he said, before taking another step towards her, again she took another step back, only to feel the wall against her back. “I think you have turned into a sexy, mature woman.”
Hermione was stunned; she wanted to close her eyes but discovered that she couldn’t even do that. When he opened his mouth again she found it difficult to breathe. “I want to do more than only touch your breasts.” He took one last step, closing the last space between them. She was still frozen from his confession, and couldn’t bring herself to look up at him. Because she didn’t look up she ended up staring at his chest, which wasn’t making things any easier for her.
Severus touched her chin, rubbing it with his thumb before leaning down and kissing her. As their lips touched her brain must have turned itself off because her body did not respond to her anymore. She tried to do something, turn away, push him away, even kiss him; nothing worked.
He continued to kiss her, and after what seemed like forever she finally responded. Slowly her lips moved.
The kisses heated up as Severus started using his tongue, pushing it into her mouth, playing with hers. When she felt a hand on her hip she found herself moaning into his mouth. Severus traced the edge of her top, before pushing his hand beneath it. Chills passed through her every time his fingers moved on her skin. She managed to avoid moaning until he grabbed her breast. When he squeezed her breast she stopped breathing, and for a second she feared she would die.
When he removed his hand Hermione wanted to protest. Before she could make a single sound his hand pushed its way beneath her bra, squeezing her bare breast before pinching her nipple, causing Hermione to moan loudly.
Her body ached so much she thought she would go crazy if he stopped. When he pinched her nipple again she stopped kissing him. As she tilted her head backwards Severus turned his attention to her neck as well, kissing it till she moaned again. Hermione loved what Severus was doing to her, and didn’t want him to stop.
With the help of his other hand he managed to lift up her sweater and bra, exposing her breasts to the chilled air in the room. She watched him as he sat down on his knees in front of her, licking one of her swollen nipple. The image was too hot for her to stay quiet, and she moaned again. At that moment Hermione wished he would throw her down on a bed and take her. Her whole body ached for more.
Because she wanted a bed she couldn’t help looking up to where Lucius was sleeping, only to realize he wasn’t asleep at all. He was still resting, but his eyes were open, staring at her and Severus. Coldness ran through her as she realized just how it might look like for him. She quickly pushed Severus away from her, causing him to fall down on his ass, and covered her naked breasts with her sweater, hoping Lucius hadn’t been awake for long.
“Why did you do that?” Severus asked confused.
She tried to speak, but her throat was dry. Instead she looked at where Lucius was resting and pointed. She could feel her cheeks heating up when she realized both the men were staring at her.
Luckily Severus removed his eyes from her, stood up and looked at Lucius. “How are you feeling old man?” he asked.
“Better, especially after I woke up.” Hermione had to look away, her cheeks burning up when she realized he had seen them. “Why did you stop?” She wasn’t sure she heard right; or she didn’t want to believe what she heard.
“Hermione’s shy.” Severus answered him. When Hermione finally looked up she realized they were both staring at her. The attention she was getting was almost too much for her and she feared she would pass out. She grabbed the edge of a chair when she felt dizzy, hoping she wouldn’t make a fool out of herself by fainting.
“Bring her here Severus, it looks like she can barely stand up.” She could see Severus as he walked towards her, no doubt obeying Lucius. When he stood next to her she wanted to push him away. She ended up allowing him to lead her over to the bed.
“I’m sorry,” she started once she stood next to the bed. “It was improper of me to allow things to carry on like they did, especially in your room, your house.”
Lucius smiled, which worried her. “If you need to apologize then you should do it because you covered up your fine breasts.” Her body heated up again. Again she felt a pair of hands on her shoulder.
“What?” she asked, unsure she had heard him right.
Lucius sat up, only then did Hermione realize that one of his hands were still beneath the duvet, moving in a motion that she instantly recognized. “I want you Hermione, Severus as well.” His words sent sensual waves through her that settled between her legs. She shifted uncomfortable, not used to being so wet.
Suddenly Severus’ hands moved down beneath her sweater, pulling it up until her breasts were exposed again.
“I can’t do this,” she said, trying to push down her sweater. Severus was too strong for her and stopped her from covering herself. Suddenly she felt a new pair of hands on her breasts, kneading them, making her forget her surroundings. She felt her bra be pushed off her breasts, exposing them again. A tongue started to play with her aching nipples, making her moan. “I can’t,” she said, knowing it was a lie when she let her head fall back on Severus’ chest.
“You can,” Severus whispered in her ear, making her moan again. “We want this, even as you do.”
“It’s just so,” she didn’t know how to continue, not when the two men were playing with her.
“Strange?” Severus finished for her. “What’s strange about two men lusting for a woman, and wanting to please her?” Severus had a gift with words, either he wanted to hurt someone or make them moan out in pleasure.
She had to lift up her head when Severus pulled of her sweater. As soon as it was gone she felt his fingers on her back, trying to open the clasp of her bra. Soon it faced the same fate as her sweater, and he breasts were finally free.
She felt a new pair of hands on her hips, pulling her onto the bed. She ended up on the bed, staring up at the two men. While Lucius give her breasts attention, Severus moved down to undress the rest of her. She felt her trousers as they were being unbuttoned and pulled off her. The socks soon followed, before he softly removed her knickers.
She was too embarrassed to admit it, but she had wondered how it was to sleep with two guys at the same time. Allowing two men to take care of her until her brain melted because she was in too much pleasure. She could never have guessed it would happen one day, especially not with the men that were carefully caressing her. She found them each attractive in different ways, Severus for his brain and eagerness, Lucius for his looks and touch.
Without a warning she felt fingers caress her inner tight before they moved over her soft flesh. She tried not to whimper when the fingers slowly massaged her skin. Soon she realized the noises were the least of her problem, she was trying to move against the finger, forcing it to enter her. She was glad Severus hadn’t planned to torture her for long. Soon he pushed one of his fingers into her, breaking through her entrance. She couldn’t hold back the whimper.
A second finger joined in, it took Hermione a moment to realize the second finger did not belonged to Severus, but to Lucius. Seeing the men working together turned her even more on. In the end she barely managed to lay still when they moved their fingers inside her. She cried out her pleasure, closed her eyes and dug her nails into the palm of her hand, telling herself to breathe and stay calm.
After a minute or so both fingers disappeared, she wanted to groan in distress from the loss. Before she could make a single sound something strange happened, something that was both shocking and amazing at the same time. She forced herself to open her eyes and look down. Severus’ head was between her legs, pushing his tongue inside her, making her pant beneath his touch.
She wasn’t able to look at him for long before Lucius started kissing her mouth, pulling her eyes away from the dark haired man. She responded to his kiss with the same eagerness they showed her.
They continued like that another minute before the men traded places. Hermione found it strange that they could easily share her like they did, without being jealous at all. Lucius did the same thing as Severus, got down between her legs and licking her most private part of her whole body. His technique was different than Severus’, but just as good. Her lips were then engaged by Severus’ eager lips.
After minutes where they were sending her further into a hot madness they finally sat up. She opened her eyes and stared at them both. She couldn’t help feeling petite under their gaze, two former Death Eaters, strong and powerful.
Severus was the first of them to move; he began to undress while moving off the bed. Lucius continued to sit next to her, now massaging her inner tight. It wasn’t until Severus was fully undressed that Lucius began to remove his own clothes.
As Lucius moved off the bed Severus positioned himself between her legs, caressing both her tights before touching her entrance again. His long, slim fingers made her squirm as they produced a new kind of heat in her.
As he settled himself between her legs she couldn’t help looking at his naked body. His chest, although pale, was nice. It was covered in short strands of black hair. He had a powerful frame, with enough muscles to impress her. She wanted to turn her gaze up again, but was unable to do so when she got a glimpse of his cock; it was a nice size, something she was sure she would be able to enjoy. He opened her legs and moved closer to her. She couldn’t take her eyes off of Severus’ body, her cheeks heated up when he stared at her as well. She thought he would take her at once, but he continued to touch her.
She watched him as he grabbed his own shaft, slowly stroking it a few times before finally pushing against her entry, slowly. In that moment she realized what she was doing, she was sleeping with her former professor. A strange feeling passed through her, it feel like she was doing something wrong.
Those thoughts soon passed when he filled her completely. He stood still for a few seconds, hovering above her, before he leaned down and kissed her. When the kiss was over he pulled himself out. The second time he entered her he did it harder, making her gasp in both shock and pleasure.
A few seconds later she felt a pair of extra hands on her. She had completely forgotten about Lucius. The blonde man lay down next to her and started to kiss her, before finding her nipple, pinching it till she moaned into his mouth.
As Severus rocked back and forth Lucius grabbed her hand and lead it to his own cock. Hermione almost gasped when she felt him. She had only been with one guy, but knew well enough how the male organ felt like. Still she thought touching his cock was strange. She squeezed his cock before slowly moving her hand, hoping he liked it.
Suddenly everything changed as Severus lifter her hips to his thrusting body, somehow that position allowed him to enter her even deeper. Hermione closed her eyes, her hand on Lucius stopped, he didn’t seem to mind it. Her breath was irregular as Severus pounded into her like there was no tomorrow, grunting for several seconds before exploding inside her. He continued to move for a few seconds after he came before falling down next to her.
Hermione wasn’t sure if she was supposed to say or do something. She realized she wasn’t required to speak when Lucius moved up between her legs. It came almost as a shock to her, that he was going to take her so soon after Severus, and without demanding she cleaned herself first.
He started by teasing her, running his cock over her flesh, making her moan beneath him. When he stood above her she was able to look at his body. He had narrow waist, lean hips and long, muscular thighs. His skin was pale as well, but a different shade of pale than Severus. She noticed that his cock was longer than Severus’, but it was thinner as well.
It didn’t take long before he pushed against her entrance, and since she was already stretched he didn’t need to worry about ripping anything. Hermione closed her eyes for a second, opening them only when she felt a tongue teasing her nipple.
Lucius lifted one of her legs, forcing her to move over on her side. She was now facing Severus. When their eyes met she looked away, feeling the blush heat up her cheeks. Severus cupped her cheek, forcing her to look up. When their eyes met again she thought he would say something, but he never opened his mouth. The only thing he did was to smile, sending a warm fuzzy feeling through her.
She didn’t have time to smile back when Lucius pushed himself into her, making her gasp in surprise. He was different than Severus. While Severus enjoyed pounding into her Lucius enjoyed taking it easy and making sure they had as much friction as possible.
Severus leaned closer and kissed her, before grabbing one of her breasts and kneaded it, pinching her nipple from time to time.
As seconds passed she started to lose her restrains, and allowed herself to make more noises than before. Her sounds seemed to affect the two men in a positive way, knowing that gave her courage, and she grabbed Severus’ cock without him asking for it, surprised that he was half hard after he just came. He started to groan as well when she moved her hand back and forth over his cock. His noises were like music in her ears, sending her closer to the edge.
Lucius closed his eyes, moaning loudly as he sent pulsating waves of pleasure into her. Like Severus he continued to move back and forth a few times before allowing himself to fall down behind her.
When Lucius was done she felt way more embarrassed over holding Severus’ cock in her hand, and she released it. Her cheeks heated up when she thought of what just happened, but soon cooled when she realized what would happen if her manager discovered she slept with Lucius. She has clearly violated her position and would be fired, and most likely sued as well. What she feared the most was the publicity afterwards, everyone would known she had spent a night with not only one, but two former Death Eaters.
Her thoughts were brought back when Severus started to tease her swollen nipple with the tip of his finger, behind her Lucius was slowly touching her ass. The attention she was getting from them caused her blush to come back.
“Severus,” Lucius said. Hermione heard he was sleepy.
“Yes,” Severus answered in an equal tired voice. He sounded sleepy, but the way he stared at Hermione told her otherwise. Hermione blushed, still not used to getting that much attention.
“Our dear little Gryffindor has not come yet.” Hermione gasped, wishing she hadn’t listened to him. Sadness passed through her when she thought about orgasms. So far she had yet to experience a real orgasm. Ron tried, often, and she was close most of the time, but she never came.
“Please, don’t worry about it.” Hermione wasn’t sure why she hadn’t experienced an orgasm yet, she thought it might be because she was thinking too much, her brain didn’t relax enough to let her enjoy sex to its fully.
“You have to come Hermione,” Severus said while pinching her nipple. Hermione groaned when the teasing increased. “What men would we be if we only used you?”
Behind her Lucius reached for her entrance again, teasing her skin. “We wouldn’t be able to live with ourselves.”
Hermione closed her eyes, trying to block out the truth, but knowing she had to tell them. “I have never come. I’m starting to believe I can’t.” Both men stopped what they were doing.
Severus was the one who decided to speak first. “Maybe you haven’t been with the right person yet.” He moved his hand down to her entrance. “It’s just about finding the right spots,” he pushed one digit into her warmth, teasing her from the inside. “Once we discover them you’ll be sure we won’t stop till you have come.”
Her breath was cut short when a second digit entered her, and it did not belong to Severus. The two men pushed their fingers into her, stretching her walls, finding spots she didn’t knew existed. She closed her eyes, gasping for air.
The men continued to play with her another few minutes before she stopped them. “I just can’t come,” Hermione said, annoyed at her own body.
“Hermione,” Lucius said before kissing the back of her neck, “This is not an attempt to make you come.”
“No,” Severus said, confirming Lucius’ words. “We have the rest of the night to make you come, just like we came.”
“I can’t stay here,” Hermione said, trying to get off the bed. Both men stopped her before she could even sit up.
“You’re my guest,” Lucius said.
“I’m in enough trouble as it is, if they discover what I did.” She wasn’t able to continue.
“They won’t since neither one of us plan to tell them.” Lucius continued. “I’ll ask for another parole officer as soon as Christmas is over, I’ll simply tell them that having you check upon me is just too hard for me.” There was something in his voice that told Hermione he wasn’t completely serious when he spoke. “Until then you have to stay here, with us, in bed.” Hermione wasn’t sure what to say, she never imagined spending her Christmas in Malfoy manor, surrounded by two men who both wanted her.
Severus kissed her before speaking. “I’ll come with you to your place to pick up some clothes. You don’t have to worry about books since Lucius has more than enough in his library, altrough I doubt you will do much reading with us here. I know I won’t let you out of my grasp anytime soon.” The way Severus said it sent shivers down her back.
It was Lucius’ time to say something. “We have lusted after you for some time now, dreaming of this, but never thinking it was possible. Now that we have you, be sure we won’t release you that easily.” He pulled her closer to him, until he was spooning her. Severus moved closer to her as well, placing one of his legs between hers.
Severus trailed her body with his finger. “Merry Christmas Hermione.” She smiled at him. She then heard Lucius repeat the same words from behind her. She chose not to say anything, sure that they understood either way.
She wanted to turn around but knew it would be effortless to fight them at that moment, so she allowed them to keep her there. That was when she realized how tired she actually was. She closed her eyes as the men were caressing her naked body. Without knowing it she dozed off, thinking of Severus and Lucius, and what they would do to her as soon as she woke up.
Author: ???
Rating: M
Characters: Lucius/Hermione/Severus
Prompt(s): #143 from 2011
Warnings: threesome
Summary: Hermione had one last thing to do before her holiday started, check on Lucius. She knew things wouldn’t be easy when she saw the Christmas decorations, the alcohol and Severus Snape.
Word Count: 5,947
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything, characters belongs to JK Rowling
A/N: Severus didn’t die, he was just badly wounded. Hermione and Ron had a messy breakup, so messy it made the first page of Daily Prophet. Narcissa took Draco and Left Lucius as soon as they were cleared of charges. There are also two potions I don’t explain later in the story, the first is a sober up potion and the second is a strong healing potion. Thanks to my darling beta.
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Hermione sat in her office going over her cases. Harry and Ron chose to work on the field; she decided to slow down. Hermione enjoyed being outside hunting the last Death Eaters that were on the run, but she wanted to do more than to hunt someone and catch them.
She heard low Christmas songs being played somewhere on her floor; the snow was setting down on the dark street like a white blanket and the right Christmas atmosphere was set. She looked up at the clock, surprised at how late it was. She had one last case to take care before she could curl up on her chair at home with a book. She quickly packed her purse and left.
Ten minutes later she stood outside the property of her case; she refused to think about it in any other way. It was dark and cold outside. The snow was still falling, turning into drops of water whenever it settled on her warm skin. Firmly she walked up to the gates, tapping on them with her wand. As soon as the gates opened up she headed over towards the mansion. The entrance door opened up as soon as she tapped her wand against it. At least he hadn’t changed the wards, she thought happily. The last time she checked on him he wasn’t in a good mood, and their meeting ended up in him threatening to change the wards.
The inside of the mansion barely had any Christmas decorations. He had told Hermione his ex-wife was the one in charge of the Christmas decorating, after she and Draco left him he didn’t see the need to bother. He bothered enough to find the decorations and set them up, she thought to herself, maybe he was bored.
Slowly she walked towards the living area, where she knew he spent most of his time. “Mr Malfoy,” she called out. She opened the door to the living room and stuck her head in, only to realize it was empty. Frowning she wondered where he was.
She walked into the room and was heading over to the door to his private library when she suddenly heard a loud racket coming from somewhere in the hallway. Fearing something bad happened she ran to the hall with her wand drawn. It was quiet. She stood still, trying to find the source to the noise.
Again she heard it, this time she knew where it came from. With her wand still drawn she walked towards the noise. As she got closer she could hear voices as well, two of them. She easily recognized Lucius’, but was unsure about the second.
She reached the kitchen, still shocked Lucius and the extra person was there, she didn’t even think Lucius knew where the kitchen was. With a firm grip on her wand, prepared to hex someone if needed she opened the door.
What she saw was shocking. Lucius Malfoy lay on the table, a bottle in one hand and a Christmas ornament in the other, laughing so hard that he was almost falling off the table. On the other side of the room a dark haired man could barely stand up, he as well had a bottle in his hand. When the guest realized someone was standing in the doorway he looked up, which caused him to loose grip of the counter and fall down on the floor.
“Professor?” she asked shockingly, forgotten he wasn’t her professor anymore.
“Miss Granger, what on earth are you doing here? And don’t call me that.” He said with a frown once his laughter calmed down. She realized that both the men were heavily intoxicated.
“Don’t you remember, Severus?” Lucius asked. “She’s here to check on me, to make sure I’m a good boy.” Severus managed to stand up with the help of the chair, he stared at Hermione intensely. Suddenly Hermione felt like she was back at school.
“I thought you said she wouldn’t be here until tomorrow.”
Lucius suddenly laughed harder. Managing to calm himself enough he told Severus it was the next day. Hermione knew then that they had been drinking for more than a day.
“I guess my Christmas wish hasn’t come true.” Severus said when he placed the bottle down on the counter. “I hoped I wouldn’t see you till the day I died.” Hermione knew how much he hated her and Harry, for not helping him in the shrieking shack, but that did not mean she would allow him speak to her like that.
“I’m sorry for your aversion Mr Snape, but I’m not to blame for tonight. If you are so intoxicated you couldn’t tell that the days shifted I think you’re to blame.” She was firm, crossed her arms and stared back at him.
“How dare you, you insufferable brat.” Clumsily he searched for his wand.
Hermione was sure she could easily disarm him, but was glad that Luckily interfered right then. “Severus, stop that. I’m actually glad she’s here. I need some different company.” Hermione wondered if she should worry. She had never seen Lucius drunk, and didn’t know what kind of drunk he actually was.
“I’ll make you something to clear you up Mr. Malfoy,” she said while walking past the two men to the cupboards, searching for the right ingredients.
“While you do that I’ll just take another sip of this.” Hermione turned and walked back to Lucius, taking the bottle from him before he was able to taste a single drop.
“I think not. You’re already in trouble for being intoxicated; don’t make me repeat the conditions.”
“Bossy,” Lucius moped while sitting up. “Cheer up Granger, it’s the holidays.”
That was when Severus decided to add his thoughts. “She’s always been like this, a bossy know-it- all.” Hermione could handle Lucius’ criticism, but not from her former professor.
“I would appreciate it if you don’t speak about me in that manner; I’m simply doing my job.”
“On Christmas day?” His words stung harder than she thought they would.
“I’m here to check on Malfoy, if you can’t keep your comments to yourself I would appreciate it if you left the room.” Severus seemed offended, but closed his mouth and sat down on a chair. Hermione wasn’t able to remove her eyes from him until after a few seconds passed.
While she prepared the simple hangover potion she heard Lucius trying to move off the table. She was just about to tell him to be careful when suddenly there was a loud crash. She quickly turned around and realized he had fallen backwards and crashed against the cupboards. Only thinking about his health she ran over to his side with her wand ready.
Hermione wasn’t the only one thinking about healing Lucius; Severus crouched down next to her with his wand ready as well. “I think I should do it, since you have consumed alcohol,” she said worriedly. Surprisingly enough he didn’t object.
After she healed what she could she tried to pull him away from the cupboards so she could levitate him. Severus surprised her again by helping her. When their eyes met she realized he was worried.. As soon as Lucius wasn’t surrounded by all the furniture she found her wand and levitated him the rest of the way.
The two of them lead Lucius up the stairs and into his bedroom. Hermione had been there before while checking on him, making sure he wasn’t hiding anything dangerous or harmful. The corridor and his bedroom didn’t have a single Christmas decoration, not that Hermione cared. All she wanted was to get back home, to her cozy apartment.
They lay him down on the bed, covering him with the duvet and sat down on a chair on either side of the bed. Hermione had performed a health spell on him and discovered he had a mild concussion, and because she didn’t want to ruin the night for a healer she decided to stay there with him. Severus could stay with him, but it would be irresponsible of her to allow a man that had been drinking to watch over someone else. It wasn’t that big of a sacrifice for her, seeing as she didn’t have anything planed for the night.
The silence in the room was calming; Hermione became more tired for every second that passed. When she realized what was happening she opened her eyes and stared at Lucius to see if he was still breathing, that was when she realized Severus was staring at her. “Yes?” she asked, wondering what the man was thinking of her. He seemed less intoxicated than before, something she was grateful for.
“I was just wondering why you’re spending your night here, watching a foolish man that can’t even get off the table without getting a concussion.” Hermione giggled. She was sure he was quite serious, but that didn’t stop her from finding his comment humorous.
“It’s not like I want to spend my time nursing someone. But I don’t want to take the chance on him dying.”
“I’m here.” Hermione stared at him, wondering if he wanted her to leave.
“You’re intoxicated,” she answered shortly.
“Do you think that I haven’t brought my own cure in case something like this happened?” A blush crept across Hermione’s cheeks; she should have known that he had something that could cure his hangover. He stood up and leaned over on Lucius, found a glass vial and poured the liquid down Lucius’ throat. Normally Hermione would be alarmed, but she didn’t believe he was trying to poison the man, especially not since they had spent more than one day drinking together, giving him plenty of times to poison him. It wasn’t until he found a second vial that she worried.
“What have you given him?” she asked curiously.
“You haven’t answered my question miss granger,” he said, ignoring her question.
“I thought I had.” She stared at him, wondering why he was interested in her decision to stay and take care of a hurt man.
“You hadn’t,” he argued. “You stated the obvious.” She wanted to say something rude, but knew it would only lead to more problems.
She decided to tell him, it wasn’t like it was a big secret. “It was either stay here or go home and read a book. There, happy?” Angry at how easily he managed to get the information out of her she stood up and walked over to the window. The snow was still falling, she shivered when she thought about how much snow she had to walk through.
Suddenly she felt a pair of hands on her shoulders, holding her tightly. A part of her wanted to run, but the other wanted to turn around and cry on his shoulders. For the first time in her life she would be spending Christmas alone. She had received several invitations from her friends, and family, but the thought of being surrounded by cheerful laughter was more than she could take, especially after the messy breakup with Ron. It didn’t mean she wanted to be alone, but there wasn’t any other way.
“I know what happened between you.” His dark silky voice sent chills through her, and still they made her feel safe. “I read it in the paper.” So far she had been able to keep the tears away, but when she heard the compassion in his voice she couldn’t hold it anymore. Silent tears ran down her face, cooling her cheeks that were burning up.
The hands on her shoulders started to move in slow circles, calming her down. She knew well enough it was Severus who was caressing her, but for a few seconds she forgot it, she could only concentrate on the pleasure.
When the strong fingers moved up to her neck she closed her eyes, happy that the tears had finally stopped. Slowly they moved in circles up her neck, carefully rubbing away the stressful knots. His hands moved down again, to her shoulders. Slowly they moved to her collar bone before they moved down until they reached her breasts.
Shocked she pushed his hands away and jumped away from him. She stared at him, shocked by his move. She continued to stare at him, opening her mouth to say something. Because she was still in shock she couldn’t speak.
She realized Severus wasn’t sorry at all, in fact, it looked like he wanted more. She realized she could finally talk again. “Why did you do that?” she asked, unsure if she wanted to know the truth or not.
Severus took a step backwards, never taking his eyes off of her. “I was trying to relax you, to make it good for you.”
She knew by his answer she was to blame. “I should have acted when you first placed your hands on me, especially when you started to massage my neck.”
“Calm down Granger, it’s not like it’s the end of the world.” Hermione stared at him, unable to say anything while watching him.
“It never should have happened, I’m on duty.” Severus didn’t answer her straight away; instead he stared at her while crossing his arms. She was reminded about when she was at school, when he made sure she knew exactly what he thought about her. He didn’t seem to be happy.
He opened his mouth, she waited patiently for what he wanted to say. “I think you’re afraid.” She wanted to laugh at the remark, she was not afraid. As stupid as it might be she didn’t laugh; instead she turned away and stared out the window again. “It’s Christmas Granger, you shouldn’t be working tonight.”
“I have nowhere else to be,” she answered quickly.
“I know how you Gryffindors are, you can easily find friends to spend Christmas with; nobody are willing to let you spend Christmas alone. So tell me, why aren’t you out celebrating with your friends?” She closed her eyes, wanting to run out of the room, or kick Severus out.
Sighting she turned around; the least she could do was to face him. “This wasn’t my plan, but it’s not like my plan was any better. I was going to make myself a hot cup of coco and curl up with a book by the fireplace.” Severus seemed happy with her answer. When he didn’t seem to want to comment on her pathetic plan she decided to ask a question she couldn’t get out of her mind. “Why did you touch me?”
He was silent a few seconds before he finally spoke. “Because I wanted to.”
“That’s not an answer,” she said, repeating his words.
“Alright.” She was shocked that he didn’t refuse answering her. “I wanted to touch you because I find you attractive. Of course I want to do much more to you than simply touch you.” She felt a heat working its way through her body, heating her up, turning her cheeks red. To her shock she could feel the heat growing between her legs.
“Why?” she asked, unsure why she wanted to know. She stared at him as he took a step towards her. Afraid of what might happen she took a step backwards.
“Because,” he said, before taking another step towards her, again she took another step back, only to feel the wall against her back. “I think you have turned into a sexy, mature woman.”
Hermione was stunned; she wanted to close her eyes but discovered that she couldn’t even do that. When he opened his mouth again she found it difficult to breathe. “I want to do more than only touch your breasts.” He took one last step, closing the last space between them. She was still frozen from his confession, and couldn’t bring herself to look up at him. Because she didn’t look up she ended up staring at his chest, which wasn’t making things any easier for her.
Severus touched her chin, rubbing it with his thumb before leaning down and kissing her. As their lips touched her brain must have turned itself off because her body did not respond to her anymore. She tried to do something, turn away, push him away, even kiss him; nothing worked.
He continued to kiss her, and after what seemed like forever she finally responded. Slowly her lips moved.
The kisses heated up as Severus started using his tongue, pushing it into her mouth, playing with hers. When she felt a hand on her hip she found herself moaning into his mouth. Severus traced the edge of her top, before pushing his hand beneath it. Chills passed through her every time his fingers moved on her skin. She managed to avoid moaning until he grabbed her breast. When he squeezed her breast she stopped breathing, and for a second she feared she would die.
When he removed his hand Hermione wanted to protest. Before she could make a single sound his hand pushed its way beneath her bra, squeezing her bare breast before pinching her nipple, causing Hermione to moan loudly.
Her body ached so much she thought she would go crazy if he stopped. When he pinched her nipple again she stopped kissing him. As she tilted her head backwards Severus turned his attention to her neck as well, kissing it till she moaned again. Hermione loved what Severus was doing to her, and didn’t want him to stop.
With the help of his other hand he managed to lift up her sweater and bra, exposing her breasts to the chilled air in the room. She watched him as he sat down on his knees in front of her, licking one of her swollen nipple. The image was too hot for her to stay quiet, and she moaned again. At that moment Hermione wished he would throw her down on a bed and take her. Her whole body ached for more.
Because she wanted a bed she couldn’t help looking up to where Lucius was sleeping, only to realize he wasn’t asleep at all. He was still resting, but his eyes were open, staring at her and Severus. Coldness ran through her as she realized just how it might look like for him. She quickly pushed Severus away from her, causing him to fall down on his ass, and covered her naked breasts with her sweater, hoping Lucius hadn’t been awake for long.
“Why did you do that?” Severus asked confused.
She tried to speak, but her throat was dry. Instead she looked at where Lucius was resting and pointed. She could feel her cheeks heating up when she realized both the men were staring at her.
Luckily Severus removed his eyes from her, stood up and looked at Lucius. “How are you feeling old man?” he asked.
“Better, especially after I woke up.” Hermione had to look away, her cheeks burning up when she realized he had seen them. “Why did you stop?” She wasn’t sure she heard right; or she didn’t want to believe what she heard.
“Hermione’s shy.” Severus answered him. When Hermione finally looked up she realized they were both staring at her. The attention she was getting was almost too much for her and she feared she would pass out. She grabbed the edge of a chair when she felt dizzy, hoping she wouldn’t make a fool out of herself by fainting.
“Bring her here Severus, it looks like she can barely stand up.” She could see Severus as he walked towards her, no doubt obeying Lucius. When he stood next to her she wanted to push him away. She ended up allowing him to lead her over to the bed.
“I’m sorry,” she started once she stood next to the bed. “It was improper of me to allow things to carry on like they did, especially in your room, your house.”
Lucius smiled, which worried her. “If you need to apologize then you should do it because you covered up your fine breasts.” Her body heated up again. Again she felt a pair of hands on her shoulder.
“What?” she asked, unsure she had heard him right.
Lucius sat up, only then did Hermione realize that one of his hands were still beneath the duvet, moving in a motion that she instantly recognized. “I want you Hermione, Severus as well.” His words sent sensual waves through her that settled between her legs. She shifted uncomfortable, not used to being so wet.
Suddenly Severus’ hands moved down beneath her sweater, pulling it up until her breasts were exposed again.
“I can’t do this,” she said, trying to push down her sweater. Severus was too strong for her and stopped her from covering herself. Suddenly she felt a new pair of hands on her breasts, kneading them, making her forget her surroundings. She felt her bra be pushed off her breasts, exposing them again. A tongue started to play with her aching nipples, making her moan. “I can’t,” she said, knowing it was a lie when she let her head fall back on Severus’ chest.
“You can,” Severus whispered in her ear, making her moan again. “We want this, even as you do.”
“It’s just so,” she didn’t know how to continue, not when the two men were playing with her.
“Strange?” Severus finished for her. “What’s strange about two men lusting for a woman, and wanting to please her?” Severus had a gift with words, either he wanted to hurt someone or make them moan out in pleasure.
She had to lift up her head when Severus pulled of her sweater. As soon as it was gone she felt his fingers on her back, trying to open the clasp of her bra. Soon it faced the same fate as her sweater, and he breasts were finally free.
She felt a new pair of hands on her hips, pulling her onto the bed. She ended up on the bed, staring up at the two men. While Lucius give her breasts attention, Severus moved down to undress the rest of her. She felt her trousers as they were being unbuttoned and pulled off her. The socks soon followed, before he softly removed her knickers.
She was too embarrassed to admit it, but she had wondered how it was to sleep with two guys at the same time. Allowing two men to take care of her until her brain melted because she was in too much pleasure. She could never have guessed it would happen one day, especially not with the men that were carefully caressing her. She found them each attractive in different ways, Severus for his brain and eagerness, Lucius for his looks and touch.
Without a warning she felt fingers caress her inner tight before they moved over her soft flesh. She tried not to whimper when the fingers slowly massaged her skin. Soon she realized the noises were the least of her problem, she was trying to move against the finger, forcing it to enter her. She was glad Severus hadn’t planned to torture her for long. Soon he pushed one of his fingers into her, breaking through her entrance. She couldn’t hold back the whimper.
A second finger joined in, it took Hermione a moment to realize the second finger did not belonged to Severus, but to Lucius. Seeing the men working together turned her even more on. In the end she barely managed to lay still when they moved their fingers inside her. She cried out her pleasure, closed her eyes and dug her nails into the palm of her hand, telling herself to breathe and stay calm.
After a minute or so both fingers disappeared, she wanted to groan in distress from the loss. Before she could make a single sound something strange happened, something that was both shocking and amazing at the same time. She forced herself to open her eyes and look down. Severus’ head was between her legs, pushing his tongue inside her, making her pant beneath his touch.
She wasn’t able to look at him for long before Lucius started kissing her mouth, pulling her eyes away from the dark haired man. She responded to his kiss with the same eagerness they showed her.
They continued like that another minute before the men traded places. Hermione found it strange that they could easily share her like they did, without being jealous at all. Lucius did the same thing as Severus, got down between her legs and licking her most private part of her whole body. His technique was different than Severus’, but just as good. Her lips were then engaged by Severus’ eager lips.
After minutes where they were sending her further into a hot madness they finally sat up. She opened her eyes and stared at them both. She couldn’t help feeling petite under their gaze, two former Death Eaters, strong and powerful.
Severus was the first of them to move; he began to undress while moving off the bed. Lucius continued to sit next to her, now massaging her inner tight. It wasn’t until Severus was fully undressed that Lucius began to remove his own clothes.
As Lucius moved off the bed Severus positioned himself between her legs, caressing both her tights before touching her entrance again. His long, slim fingers made her squirm as they produced a new kind of heat in her.
As he settled himself between her legs she couldn’t help looking at his naked body. His chest, although pale, was nice. It was covered in short strands of black hair. He had a powerful frame, with enough muscles to impress her. She wanted to turn her gaze up again, but was unable to do so when she got a glimpse of his cock; it was a nice size, something she was sure she would be able to enjoy. He opened her legs and moved closer to her. She couldn’t take her eyes off of Severus’ body, her cheeks heated up when he stared at her as well. She thought he would take her at once, but he continued to touch her.
She watched him as he grabbed his own shaft, slowly stroking it a few times before finally pushing against her entry, slowly. In that moment she realized what she was doing, she was sleeping with her former professor. A strange feeling passed through her, it feel like she was doing something wrong.
Those thoughts soon passed when he filled her completely. He stood still for a few seconds, hovering above her, before he leaned down and kissed her. When the kiss was over he pulled himself out. The second time he entered her he did it harder, making her gasp in both shock and pleasure.
A few seconds later she felt a pair of extra hands on her. She had completely forgotten about Lucius. The blonde man lay down next to her and started to kiss her, before finding her nipple, pinching it till she moaned into his mouth.
As Severus rocked back and forth Lucius grabbed her hand and lead it to his own cock. Hermione almost gasped when she felt him. She had only been with one guy, but knew well enough how the male organ felt like. Still she thought touching his cock was strange. She squeezed his cock before slowly moving her hand, hoping he liked it.
Suddenly everything changed as Severus lifter her hips to his thrusting body, somehow that position allowed him to enter her even deeper. Hermione closed her eyes, her hand on Lucius stopped, he didn’t seem to mind it. Her breath was irregular as Severus pounded into her like there was no tomorrow, grunting for several seconds before exploding inside her. He continued to move for a few seconds after he came before falling down next to her.
Hermione wasn’t sure if she was supposed to say or do something. She realized she wasn’t required to speak when Lucius moved up between her legs. It came almost as a shock to her, that he was going to take her so soon after Severus, and without demanding she cleaned herself first.
He started by teasing her, running his cock over her flesh, making her moan beneath him. When he stood above her she was able to look at his body. He had narrow waist, lean hips and long, muscular thighs. His skin was pale as well, but a different shade of pale than Severus. She noticed that his cock was longer than Severus’, but it was thinner as well.
It didn’t take long before he pushed against her entrance, and since she was already stretched he didn’t need to worry about ripping anything. Hermione closed her eyes for a second, opening them only when she felt a tongue teasing her nipple.
Lucius lifted one of her legs, forcing her to move over on her side. She was now facing Severus. When their eyes met she looked away, feeling the blush heat up her cheeks. Severus cupped her cheek, forcing her to look up. When their eyes met again she thought he would say something, but he never opened his mouth. The only thing he did was to smile, sending a warm fuzzy feeling through her.
She didn’t have time to smile back when Lucius pushed himself into her, making her gasp in surprise. He was different than Severus. While Severus enjoyed pounding into her Lucius enjoyed taking it easy and making sure they had as much friction as possible.
Severus leaned closer and kissed her, before grabbing one of her breasts and kneaded it, pinching her nipple from time to time.
As seconds passed she started to lose her restrains, and allowed herself to make more noises than before. Her sounds seemed to affect the two men in a positive way, knowing that gave her courage, and she grabbed Severus’ cock without him asking for it, surprised that he was half hard after he just came. He started to groan as well when she moved her hand back and forth over his cock. His noises were like music in her ears, sending her closer to the edge.
Lucius closed his eyes, moaning loudly as he sent pulsating waves of pleasure into her. Like Severus he continued to move back and forth a few times before allowing himself to fall down behind her.
When Lucius was done she felt way more embarrassed over holding Severus’ cock in her hand, and she released it. Her cheeks heated up when she thought of what just happened, but soon cooled when she realized what would happen if her manager discovered she slept with Lucius. She has clearly violated her position and would be fired, and most likely sued as well. What she feared the most was the publicity afterwards, everyone would known she had spent a night with not only one, but two former Death Eaters.
Her thoughts were brought back when Severus started to tease her swollen nipple with the tip of his finger, behind her Lucius was slowly touching her ass. The attention she was getting from them caused her blush to come back.
“Severus,” Lucius said. Hermione heard he was sleepy.
“Yes,” Severus answered in an equal tired voice. He sounded sleepy, but the way he stared at Hermione told her otherwise. Hermione blushed, still not used to getting that much attention.
“Our dear little Gryffindor has not come yet.” Hermione gasped, wishing she hadn’t listened to him. Sadness passed through her when she thought about orgasms. So far she had yet to experience a real orgasm. Ron tried, often, and she was close most of the time, but she never came.
“Please, don’t worry about it.” Hermione wasn’t sure why she hadn’t experienced an orgasm yet, she thought it might be because she was thinking too much, her brain didn’t relax enough to let her enjoy sex to its fully.
“You have to come Hermione,” Severus said while pinching her nipple. Hermione groaned when the teasing increased. “What men would we be if we only used you?”
Behind her Lucius reached for her entrance again, teasing her skin. “We wouldn’t be able to live with ourselves.”
Hermione closed her eyes, trying to block out the truth, but knowing she had to tell them. “I have never come. I’m starting to believe I can’t.” Both men stopped what they were doing.
Severus was the one who decided to speak first. “Maybe you haven’t been with the right person yet.” He moved his hand down to her entrance. “It’s just about finding the right spots,” he pushed one digit into her warmth, teasing her from the inside. “Once we discover them you’ll be sure we won’t stop till you have come.”
Her breath was cut short when a second digit entered her, and it did not belong to Severus. The two men pushed their fingers into her, stretching her walls, finding spots she didn’t knew existed. She closed her eyes, gasping for air.
The men continued to play with her another few minutes before she stopped them. “I just can’t come,” Hermione said, annoyed at her own body.
“Hermione,” Lucius said before kissing the back of her neck, “This is not an attempt to make you come.”
“No,” Severus said, confirming Lucius’ words. “We have the rest of the night to make you come, just like we came.”
“I can’t stay here,” Hermione said, trying to get off the bed. Both men stopped her before she could even sit up.
“You’re my guest,” Lucius said.
“I’m in enough trouble as it is, if they discover what I did.” She wasn’t able to continue.
“They won’t since neither one of us plan to tell them.” Lucius continued. “I’ll ask for another parole officer as soon as Christmas is over, I’ll simply tell them that having you check upon me is just too hard for me.” There was something in his voice that told Hermione he wasn’t completely serious when he spoke. “Until then you have to stay here, with us, in bed.” Hermione wasn’t sure what to say, she never imagined spending her Christmas in Malfoy manor, surrounded by two men who both wanted her.
Severus kissed her before speaking. “I’ll come with you to your place to pick up some clothes. You don’t have to worry about books since Lucius has more than enough in his library, altrough I doubt you will do much reading with us here. I know I won’t let you out of my grasp anytime soon.” The way Severus said it sent shivers down her back.
It was Lucius’ time to say something. “We have lusted after you for some time now, dreaming of this, but never thinking it was possible. Now that we have you, be sure we won’t release you that easily.” He pulled her closer to him, until he was spooning her. Severus moved closer to her as well, placing one of his legs between hers.
Severus trailed her body with his finger. “Merry Christmas Hermione.” She smiled at him. She then heard Lucius repeat the same words from behind her. She chose not to say anything, sure that they understood either way.
She wanted to turn around but knew it would be effortless to fight them at that moment, so she allowed them to keep her there. That was when she realized how tired she actually was. She closed her eyes as the men were caressing her naked body. Without knowing it she dozed off, thinking of Severus and Lucius, and what they would do to her as soon as she woke up.
