Fic: The Red Dress
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mini_festTitle: The Red Dress
Author: ???
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Severus Snape, Hermione Granger, Lucius Malfoy
Prompt(s): #155-Hermione’s Red Dress
Warnings: Threesome, Anal, Double Penetration, Voyeurism, Hint of Slash
Summary: Hermione bought the dress on a whim, then forgot all about it. When the Minister demands her presence at the Ministry’s Yule Ball, “Operation, Granger: Belle of the Ball” begins.
Word Count: 4611
Disclaimer: I own nothing. I make no money from my scribbling. I just like to take the characters out to play now and then.
A/N: Many thanks to my wonderful beta who is no fan of my OTP but betas for me anyway.
~~~~~The Red Dress~~~~~
Hermione sat at her desk, a quill in her hand, working the arithmancy equations for her latest project. The Minister had assigned her to the task of determining the best time to approach the Chinese Ministry of Magic with an offer of diplomatic and trade relations.
She privately thought, and the equations had so far proved her correct, that the outlook was grim, but she hadn’t exhausted every calculation yet, so she continued to work.
Several hours later, a knock at her door drew her attention away from her parchment. She smiled.
“Come in, Minister.”
Kingsley Shacklebolt entered her office and paused just inside the door. “Aw, Hermione, cut it out with that ‘Minister’ stuff,” he grumbled.
She chuckled. “I expect I’ll have that calculation for you by morning.”
“No, I don’t expect that you will.”
Hermione’s gaze became puzzled. “It won’t take me that much longer—a few hours at most—“ she trailed off at the sight of her boss shaking his head ‘no’.
“Have you forgotten? Tonight is the annual Ministry Yule Party.”
Hermione had not forgotten, she had decided she would skip it this year. She had broken up with Ron several months ago, so she didn’t have a date. She had nothing to wear. And, if she was really honest with herself, she could count on one hand the number of people she worked with that she had any interest in spending time with outside the office.
“Kingsley, I—“
“Hermione, I expect all the Ministry employees to attend. That includes you.” His smile took the sting out, but it was still an order. “I didn’t let Snape weasel out of it and I’m not letting you, either. Now, get going. The party is being held at Malfoy Manor this year and it starts at 8. I am officially ordering you to go home and get ready. I’ll see you there.” He withdrew from her doorway with a wave.
~*~*~*~
Hermione flipped through the clothes in her closet, looking for something, anything that would be appropriate for the party. Her dress robes were hopelessly out of fashion and her usual wardrobe of jeans, tee shirts and trainers would never do for a fete at Malfoy Manor.
Although it would serve the Minister right for making party attendance mandatory.
She flipped past a hanger holding her old school robes and her eyes widened. She pulled the garment out of the closet and hung it on a hook on the back of her bedroom door.
It was a red dress she had bought on a whim during an after-Christmas sale last year, after a particularly stinging remark from Ron to the effect that she might try dressing like a girl for a change. She had intended to wear it on Valentine’s Day... but she never got the chance. They had broken up in January and she had shoved the red dress into the back of her closet and had forgotten all about it.
She closed her eyes as tears threatened.
No, she admonished herself. That part of her life was over. She and Ron had never been right for each other. She was as much to blame as he was—trying to be someone she wasn’t in order to make things work. Hermione wiped away her tears. Perhaps the Yule party was an opportunity to show another side of herself. Right.
“Operation, Granger: Belle of the Ball” was underway.
Half an hour later, Hermione stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around herself. She cast a drying charm of her own invention on her hair which left it dry and curly but without the frizz. She shoved several decorative combs into it, pushing it up into a riot of curls which tumbled across her head and down her back. She pulled several long strands down in front of her ears, at her temple and at each shoulder then muttered a holding charm. Not what a hairdresser might have achieved given a couple of hours and copious amounts of Sleekeazy’s, but it would have to do. Next, she applied a bit of make up; mascara, rouge and lipstick.
Moving into her bedroom, Hermione opened the top drawer of her dresser and rifled through it. Her search turned up the set of red lace knickers, suspender belt and lace topped stockings which she had purchased to go with the dress.
What the hell, in for a penny, in for a pound.
She didn’t have any shoes to go with the dress so she transfigured a pair of trainers into strappy, high heeled, gold sandals. The final touch was to change a pair of plain earrings into a dazzling chandelier pair dripping with crystals.
Hermione dressed in her finery, and then turned to look in the mirror. Her eyes widened in surprise.
The red satin dress fit her perfectly. It was cocktail length and flared into a full skirt at the waist. The deep V of the halter neckline accentuated her bust line as it plunged to her waist. Three golden chains decorated the front beginning just beneath her breasts. She cast a Reflection charm and saw that the back was just as dramatic. Bare to her hips, the chain motif was repeated three times; under her shoulder blades, across her back and just above her waist. A tiny hook held it together just above her hips. The red stockings, gold shoes and sparkling earrings perfectly completed the ensemble.
“Oooo, that’s lovely, that is,” the mirror said approvingly.
“It’s not too…tarty—is it?” Hermione asked, tugging at the bodice in a hopeless attempt to cover her breasts a bit better.
“Just this side, dearie.” The mirror assured her.
Hermione had to admit that the mirror was right. All in all, it was a much more provocative look than she was used to presenting—but wasn’t that what “Operation Granger” was all about?
With one last glance in the mirror (“You’ll knock ‘em dead, my dear”), Hermione threw her cloak around her shoulders and left her flat.
~*~*~*~
“Do stop scowling, Severus.” Lucius Malfoy said. “You’re intimidating the bureaucrats.”
“Good. The sooner they all bugger off, the sooner I can get back to doing something more useful, like polishing my Order of Merlin.”
Lucius smirked at him. “Oh dear, oh dear, we are in a mood tonight. Where’s your spirit of the season?”
Snape raised his glass of Firewhiskey.
Malfoy chuckled. “Look, I’ll tell you a secret about getting through boring office parties.” He lowered his voice conspiratorially. “Make one circuit around the room. As you go, have a couple of drinks. Have a few hors d’oeuvres. Say hello to the people you pass-but don’t stop to chit chat. There’s only one exception and that is for your immediate boss and his wife. Talk with them for no longer than five minutes, then move on.”
“I’d rather be Crucioed.”
“I haven’t gotten to the best part, yet.”
“Oh, my apologies. Please continue.”
Lucius ignored the sarcasm. “Your walk around the room serves two purposes. The first is to show your immediate superiors that you are engaged. The second is to find a, shall we say—willing female?—to keep company with in a more private area for most of the rest of the evening.” Malfoy smirked at him.
Snape raised a skeptical eyebrow. “That might work for you…”
“My dear fellow—you are a bona fide hero. With an Order of Merlin, First Class to prove it. Honestly, if you didn’t walk around scowling like a thundercloud all the time, the women would be all over you.”
“You’re mad.” Snape tossed down his drink and signaled a nearby house-elf for another.
Lucius pressed his lips together and glanced around the ballroom. His eyes widened, he elbowed his friend and jerked his chin. “There—in the red dress—she just came in…” His voice trailed off. “Merlin’s sacred balls—I do believe that’s Ms. Hermione Granger.”
Snape gazed across the room and drew in his breath. “I believe you are correct.”
Lucius licked his lips. “She looks particularly fetching tonight—in fact, I don’t believe I’ve ever seen her look so…delectable.”
“Correct again, Lucius.”
“I believe we have found our target.”
“Our target?”
Lucius arched an elegant eyebrow. “Certainly. If she’s willing.” He turned to face his friend. “Surely you wouldn’t be such a scoundrel as to keep such a delectable morsel all to yourself?” He glanced back toward the door and his eyes narrowed in alarm. “Damn and blast—Roger Davies has seen her!” Lucius took the drink out of Snape’s hand and gave him a shove. “Get over there man, before that libertine moves in on our une belle femme!”
“Why don’t you go if you’re so keen?” Snape grumbled.
“She has just recently allowed me back into her good graces and only because of my assistance with her pet project—the Magical Creatures reform initiative. I don’t want to push her too much…” Lucius’ expression turned decidedly lecherous. “Yet.” He glared at his friend. “Besides, she admires you, so you have an advantage there already.”
Snape glanced at the young woman in the doorway. He noticed her reaction of dismay when she saw Davies headed toward her and made his decision.
Snape straightened his robes and strode across the room.
~*~*~*~
Hermione handed her cloak to the waiting house-elf and entered the ballroom. She had to admit, the Ministry had outdone itself. The Malfoy’s room had been converted into a winter wonderland. The decorations were reminiscent of those at Hogwarts during the Yule Ball her fourth year. A chamber orchestra was situated on one side of the room and a buffet and open bar were set up on the other side. Tables circled the dance floor which teemed with couples clad in everything from dress robes to Muggle ball gowns and tuxedos.
Hermione was relieved to see that she was not the only one in Muggle clothing.
A movement out of the corner of her eye drew her attention.
Much to her dismay, Roger Davies was making his way toward her—a lecherous gleam in his eye.
She sighed inwardly. Slapping the crap out of the new head of the Department of Magical Games and Sports would not be well-received by the Minister for Magic, she was certain. Suddenly, as if he had come to the end of a string, Roger stopped and the smile disappeared from his face.
“Miss Granger.”
She knew that baritone.
Hermione turned and came face to face with Severus Snape.
And, oh my, did he ever look good in his black (of course) dress robes. She realized she was gaping and closed her mouth. His dark eyes glinted in amusement and she felt her face grow warm.
“Good evening, Mr. Snape.”
He offered his arm which she took gratefully. As they moved away from the door, she leaned closer, increasing the pressure of her hand on his arm.
“Thank you for rescuing me from Roger,” she said in an undertone.
“I rather think that I rescued him from you.”
Hermione laughed. “You’re right. If he had tried anything with me—and he would have—I’d have had to hex him.”
The orchestra began to play. Hermione recognized the music—it was “Cinderella’s Waltz”.
“Miss Granger, may I have the honor of this dance?”
“I would be delighted, Mr. Snape.”
“Call me ‘Severus’, please.”
“Only if you will call me ‘Hermione’.”
“After you, Hermione.”
Severus escorted her to the dance floor and drew her into his arms. He swept her around the floor with unexpected grace. Her amazement must have been evident because the amused glint was back in his eyes.
Hermione smirked at him. “My, my, aren’t you full of surprises?”
“I spent a couple of summers with the Malfoys…Lucius’ mother made sure I learned to dance. She felt that dancing well, among other things, was a requirement for the refined wizard.” His mouth quirked up at the corner. “And I got to have armfuls of girls several times a week which was a bonus for a shy teenager.”
“I’m glad you know what you’re doing. My one and only dance lesson was during fourth year with Professor McGonagall.”
His chuckle sent an unexpected thrill through her.
“From what I heard, you comported yourself well enough then, as you are now.”
“Thanks to my partner—both times.”
Snape’s arm tightened around her and his eyes darkened. Hermione felt her face grow warm as his gaze wandered down her body and then back to meet hers.
“I must say, Hermione, you look lovely this evening.”
“Thank you, Severus.”
He swirled her to a stop in time with the music. Their bodies were pressed tight together and, for a breath-taking moment, Hermione thought he was going to kiss her.
A delicately cleared throat interrupted the moment and Snape stepped back. Hermione turned toward the sound to find Lucius Malfoy.
“Severus, how on earth did you find the loveliest witch in the room?” Lucius took her hand and bent at the waist to brush his lips across her fingers, never taking his eyes from hers.
The orchestra started playing again—“Voices of Spring” her mind provided helpfully.
“Would you do me the honor…?”
Hermione was taken aback. She glanced at Snape uncertainly.
“I assure you, Hermione, Lucius does not bite.” He paused a fraction. “Unless asked.”
The humor dancing in his black eyes reassured her and Hermione turned back to the blond wizard.
“Thank you, Mr. Malfoy.”
“Please, call me ‘Lucius’.”
Lucius drew her into his arms and Hermione found herself being propelled across the ballroom once more.
“Thank you, Lucius.”
Hermione observed her partner as they danced. He was tall and broad-shouldered and he moved with uncommon grace. The epitome of a Pureblood. So why was he dancing with her?
“Lucius, I must know—why are you dancing with me?”
“Because, Miss Granger, you are the loveliest witch in the room.”
“Excuse me for saying so, Lucius, but bollocks.” She smiled sweetly at him.
Much to her surprise, he threw back his head and laughed. “Oh, Miss Granger, you are delightfully suspicious.” His grey eyes shone with mirth. “And I thought we had put the past behind us through our work together on the Magical Creatures initiative.”
She blushed. “You’re right, Lucius.” She looked into his eyes. “Forgive me?”
He pulled her closer and murmured into her ear. “There is nothing to forgive, my dear.”
His warm breath in her ear made her quiver and heat pooled in her belly. Luckily for her wits, the music ended, and Lucius raised her hand to his lips once more. His gaze told her that he was not unaware of his effect on her. He drew her hand through the crook in his elbow and escorted her back to the table he shared with Severus.
Snape stood as they approached, and pulled out a chair for her. They all sat. Lucius flagged down a passing house elf and ordered drinks for them all.
The next few hours were among the happiest Hermione had ever spent. She had the undivided attention of two attractive wizards who toasted her with champagne while they regaled her with humorous stories of their shared past - each more outrageous than the last. They took turns dancing with her, and paying her extravagant compliments which made her blush. Gradually, the other guests departed until Hermione, Lucius, and Severus were the only ones who remained. When the orchestra could not be bribed to play any longer, Lucius turned on the wireless so they could continue to dance.
Finally, even the house elves had gone to bed.
She, Lucius, and Severus were molded together, swaying on the dance floor. Lucius was pressed against her back, his right hand held her right, his left caressed her side along the edge of her dress. Severus was at her front, one arm around her waist, his hand cupping her arse. Her left hand was held tightly in his. She had her other hand around his waist and her head on his chest. She could feel one erection against her belly and one against her bum. Her entire body hummed. She felt warm, and comfortable, and desired.
“Hermione?”
“Mmmm?”
“I don’t think you’re in any condition to Apparate home tonight.” Severus murmured. He traced her ear with the tip of his tongue which made her shiver.
“I quite agree,” Lucius said as he nuzzled the other.
She shivered again. “Ooo, That feels nice.” She knew she was in perfect condition to Apparate. She simply didn’t want the night to end. And, apparently, neither did they which made her smile against Severus’ chest.
“Hermione…” Lucius’ voice sent a thrill straight to her core.
“Mmmm?”
“You can stay here…” He slipped his hand beneath her dress, and brushed the side of her breast.
“With you, Lucius?”
“Both of us.” Snape growled, pulling her hard against him.
“I thought you’d never ask.”
Lucius wrapped his arms around them both, and Apparated them directly to his bedroom.
Once there, Lucius disengaged himself and moved a short distance away. Severus turned Hermione around, and gently pulled her back against him. She felt his erection twitch against her bum as Lucius turned to face them.
Grey eyes met brown as the blond wizard unfastened his dress robes. He shrugged out of them. The silk material puddled around his feet, and he toed off his shoes and socks. Next, he removed his cufflinks, and unbuttoned his shirt.
Hermione watched in fascination as each button was opened, and more of Lucius’ chest and stomach was revealed. When he unbuckled his belt, she noticed how his trousers were tented. When Snape’s breath hitched in her ear, desire scorched through her, and she jerked her eyes back up to Lucius’ face.
Lucius pulled his belt off, and then unbuttoned his trousers. They joined his robes on the floor, followed closely by his shirt. He was not wearing any pants.
Hermione inhaled sharply. He was magnificent. Severus tightened his grip on her, and began to kiss her neck and shoulder. She tilted her head to give him better access without taking her eyes off of Lucius.
Lucius moved over to the huge four poster bed in the center of the room, climbed into it, and lay back against the pillows. He reached down, took his prick in hand, and began to stroke it languidly.
“Hermione, would you allow me to watch Severus undress you?”
She did not trust herself to speak, so she nodded.
Severus turned her to face him, pulled her against his body, and kissed her. He cupped her face with his hands, and leisurely explored her mouth with his tongue. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back enthusiastically as the white hot heat of her desire flared to life. Soon, his hands drifted from her face to her hair. He removed the combs and ran his fingers through the mass of curls until they cascaded down her back. He moved his hands to the back of her neck, and unhooked her halter. He placed the straps carefully between her shoulder blades and then he pulled back and looked into her eyes.
Hermione saw the hunger in those fathomless black eyes and felt his mind brush against hers. When he verified that she was not only willing, but eager, he nuzzled her ear with a groan. He nibbled his way to her mouth, and kissed her again. Then he took her bottom lip in his teeth and worried it, then soothed it, before he reluctantly released it. His own dress robes disappeared with a murmured spell as he turned her to face Lucius once more.
Hermione felt Severus unfasten the chains on the back of her dress one at a time. His fingers trailed along her skin as he moved down her back. She felt her nipples grow hard as her skin rose in gooseflesh. After he had unclasped the last hook, he slid his hands up her bare back. When he reached the loosened halter straps, he slipped his hands under them and caressed her shoulders. Severus continued down, beneath the fabric, until his hands cupped her breasts. He rolled her nipples between his thumb and forefinger. Pleasure spiked through her, and she felt warm wetness between her legs.
Lucius inhaled sharply, and tightened his grip. As he lay there, Hermione thought he looked like nothing so much as a living, breathing Michelangelo sculpture come to life. Her attention was diverted when Severus pulled the halter straps over her shoulders and exposed her breasts to Lucius’ heated gaze.
“Beautiful, beautiful. So full. And lovely pink nipples. Pinch them again, Severus.”
The dark wizard behind her complied. Hermione arched her back, pushing her breasts into his touch. She felt his open-mouthed kisses on her neck and shoulder, and she couldn’t stop herself from grinding her arse against his erection. He bit her shoulder with a groan, then laved the spot with his tongue. He released her breasts and smoothed his hands down her sides until he reached the skirt of her dress which hung on her hips. After an agonizing moment, he slid his fingers under the silky material. When he touched her suspender belt, she felt his smile against her skin.
“Oh, Lucius. It seems our Hermione is full of surprises.”
Severus pushed the dress over her hips, and Hermione stood clad in only her red lace suspender belt, knickers, lace-topped stockings, and gold, strappy high-heeled sandals.
“Merlin!” Lucius closed his eyes, and stilled his hand.
Severus cupped her breasts again. As he alternately kneaded them and teased her nipples, he growled into her ear.
“Do you see what you are doing to him? He is losing control. To tell you the truth, I am having a hard time maintaining control myself.” He pinched her nipples hard, eliciting a gasp from her. “You are so beautiful standing here like this. I can smell the scent of you, Hermione. I long to taste you.”
“Do it.” The hoarse order came from the bed. “Now.”
Hermione felt cool air touch her pussy as her knickers vanished. Severus conjured a lounge chair and guided her down onto it. Then he knelt between her legs. He kissed the inside of one thigh as he caressed her leg down to her ankle. He grasped it and placed her right leg over the arm of the chair, and then did the same with the left; after which, he sat back, and looked at her.
Hermione was wild with desire. She was wide open, fully exposed, and had never felt so decadent. Severus pushed two fingers into her, and she couldn’t restrain a guttural groan. He continued to move his fingers in and out as he bent to capture a nipple in his mouth. He sucked first one, then the other before he kissed his way down her belly until he finally kissed her mound. Hermione’s hips jerked up involuntarily, and Lucius groaned.
“Gods, Severus, will you lick her already?”
Hermione looked down, and found Snape’s heated gaze. He maintained eye contact as he drew his tongue along her cleft until he found her clit. Hermione’s eyes closed, and her hands came up to pinch her nipples as Snape licked, and sucked, and brought her right to the edge of orgasm but not over. She was a trembling, sensitive nerve ending when Lucius spoke.
“Let her come.”
Severus’ tongue resumed working its magic, and Hermione felt the pleasure building once again. This time when the pressure was almost more than she could bear—he sucked hard. She came apart with an inarticulate cry.
“Bring her over here, Severus. And why do you still have your trousers on?”
Snape lifted Hermione from the chair, carried her over to the bed, and settled her down into it. His trousers vanished as he climbed in after her. He reached across her and kissed Lucius hard. Hermione watched as both men vied for control, and found herself becoming aroused once again. The kiss ended with no victor determined, and both wizards turned their attention to her once more. Lucius captured her lips in a scorching kiss as Severus bent and suckled a nipple. They both reached down between her legs, and she felt one finger on her clit and one in her cunt. As the pressure built once more, the finger inside her pulled out and slid along her cleft. When she whimpered, the finger on her clit moved faster and drew her attention long enough for the other to press inside her arse.
“Oh, oh!”
“Relax, my dear.” Lucius’ voice was low, and soothing. “You’ve enjoyed everything so far—trust us. We only want to give you pleasure.”
Hermione gave herself over to sensation as their fingers seemed to be everywhere—sliding, pinching, teasing—and before long, she was on the brink of orgasm once again. When all the touching stopped, she groaned in frustration.
Lucius’ eyes gleamed. “I do believe our brave Gryffindor requires something more—and I think we are just the Slytherins to give it to her, don’t you agree, Severus?”
“Indeed.”
“Then, why don’t you begin?”
Severus positioned himself between Hermione’s legs. He plunged in to the hilt in one stroke, and held himself still in order to bend and kiss her. Then he began to move.
Hermione raised her hips to meet his thrusts. At one point he covered her with his body, wrapped his arms around her, and rolled over so that she was straddling him. Lucius positioned himself behind her, reached around, and cupped her breasts. He teased her nipples to hardness as he pressed his erection against her bum. He nibbled her earlobe which sent a shock through her.
“Lean down and kiss Severus for me, my dear.”
Hermione did as he commanded, and captured Severus’ lips in a passionate kiss. While she explored his mouth, she heard a murmured lubrication charm, and then felt the head of Lucius’ cock pressing into her arse. He stilled when she gasped. At first, she felt as if her arse was on fire. Before long, that sensation subsided. She became accustomed to the feeling. Severus sneaked his hand between them and teased her clit until she moaned. As she relaxed, Lucius slowly pushed in until his prick was nearly all the way inside, and then he paused again. Hermione pushed against him in order to take it all. Lucius groaned, and began to move.
That was Severus’ signal to resume.
Hermione was aflame with sensation. In her pussy, in her arse, against her clit, and her nipples—everything was thrumming.
She felt so full—gods, it was so good, so good—and she was going to…going to…going to…
She shattered with a cry. As her body convulsed, it proved too much for Severus and, with one last thrust, he came with a shout. Lucius, unable to withstand the onslaught to his senses pushed in one last time, stiffened, and his orgasm exploded with a groan of satisfaction.
The three of them collapsed into a heap. When their breathing returned to normal, Lucius rose, withdrew, and gently lifted Hermione off of Severus. He vanished the rest of her clothing, and settled her between them. He cast a cleansing charm, and then settled down himself. With a silent spell, he moved the blanket from beneath them and covered them with it.
Both he and Severus were soon snoring on either side of her.
As Hermione followed them to sleep, she smiled.
“Operation, Granger: Belle of the Ball” was an unparalleled success.
Author: ???
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Severus Snape, Hermione Granger, Lucius Malfoy
Prompt(s): #155-Hermione’s Red Dress
Warnings: Threesome, Anal, Double Penetration, Voyeurism, Hint of Slash
Summary: Hermione bought the dress on a whim, then forgot all about it. When the Minister demands her presence at the Ministry’s Yule Ball, “Operation, Granger: Belle of the Ball” begins.
Word Count: 4611
Disclaimer: I own nothing. I make no money from my scribbling. I just like to take the characters out to play now and then.
A/N: Many thanks to my wonderful beta who is no fan of my OTP but betas for me anyway.
Hermione sat at her desk, a quill in her hand, working the arithmancy equations for her latest project. The Minister had assigned her to the task of determining the best time to approach the Chinese Ministry of Magic with an offer of diplomatic and trade relations.
She privately thought, and the equations had so far proved her correct, that the outlook was grim, but she hadn’t exhausted every calculation yet, so she continued to work.
Several hours later, a knock at her door drew her attention away from her parchment. She smiled.
“Come in, Minister.”
Kingsley Shacklebolt entered her office and paused just inside the door. “Aw, Hermione, cut it out with that ‘Minister’ stuff,” he grumbled.
She chuckled. “I expect I’ll have that calculation for you by morning.”
“No, I don’t expect that you will.”
Hermione’s gaze became puzzled. “It won’t take me that much longer—a few hours at most—“ she trailed off at the sight of her boss shaking his head ‘no’.
“Have you forgotten? Tonight is the annual Ministry Yule Party.”
Hermione had not forgotten, she had decided she would skip it this year. She had broken up with Ron several months ago, so she didn’t have a date. She had nothing to wear. And, if she was really honest with herself, she could count on one hand the number of people she worked with that she had any interest in spending time with outside the office.
“Kingsley, I—“
“Hermione, I expect all the Ministry employees to attend. That includes you.” His smile took the sting out, but it was still an order. “I didn’t let Snape weasel out of it and I’m not letting you, either. Now, get going. The party is being held at Malfoy Manor this year and it starts at 8. I am officially ordering you to go home and get ready. I’ll see you there.” He withdrew from her doorway with a wave.
Hermione flipped through the clothes in her closet, looking for something, anything that would be appropriate for the party. Her dress robes were hopelessly out of fashion and her usual wardrobe of jeans, tee shirts and trainers would never do for a fete at Malfoy Manor.
Although it would serve the Minister right for making party attendance mandatory.
She flipped past a hanger holding her old school robes and her eyes widened. She pulled the garment out of the closet and hung it on a hook on the back of her bedroom door.
It was a red dress she had bought on a whim during an after-Christmas sale last year, after a particularly stinging remark from Ron to the effect that she might try dressing like a girl for a change. She had intended to wear it on Valentine’s Day... but she never got the chance. They had broken up in January and she had shoved the red dress into the back of her closet and had forgotten all about it.
She closed her eyes as tears threatened.
No, she admonished herself. That part of her life was over. She and Ron had never been right for each other. She was as much to blame as he was—trying to be someone she wasn’t in order to make things work. Hermione wiped away her tears. Perhaps the Yule party was an opportunity to show another side of herself. Right.
“Operation, Granger: Belle of the Ball” was underway.
Half an hour later, Hermione stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around herself. She cast a drying charm of her own invention on her hair which left it dry and curly but without the frizz. She shoved several decorative combs into it, pushing it up into a riot of curls which tumbled across her head and down her back. She pulled several long strands down in front of her ears, at her temple and at each shoulder then muttered a holding charm. Not what a hairdresser might have achieved given a couple of hours and copious amounts of Sleekeazy’s, but it would have to do. Next, she applied a bit of make up; mascara, rouge and lipstick.
Moving into her bedroom, Hermione opened the top drawer of her dresser and rifled through it. Her search turned up the set of red lace knickers, suspender belt and lace topped stockings which she had purchased to go with the dress.
What the hell, in for a penny, in for a pound.
She didn’t have any shoes to go with the dress so she transfigured a pair of trainers into strappy, high heeled, gold sandals. The final touch was to change a pair of plain earrings into a dazzling chandelier pair dripping with crystals.
Hermione dressed in her finery, and then turned to look in the mirror. Her eyes widened in surprise.
The red satin dress fit her perfectly. It was cocktail length and flared into a full skirt at the waist. The deep V of the halter neckline accentuated her bust line as it plunged to her waist. Three golden chains decorated the front beginning just beneath her breasts. She cast a Reflection charm and saw that the back was just as dramatic. Bare to her hips, the chain motif was repeated three times; under her shoulder blades, across her back and just above her waist. A tiny hook held it together just above her hips. The red stockings, gold shoes and sparkling earrings perfectly completed the ensemble.
“Oooo, that’s lovely, that is,” the mirror said approvingly.
“It’s not too…tarty—is it?” Hermione asked, tugging at the bodice in a hopeless attempt to cover her breasts a bit better.
“Just this side, dearie.” The mirror assured her.
Hermione had to admit that the mirror was right. All in all, it was a much more provocative look than she was used to presenting—but wasn’t that what “Operation Granger” was all about?
With one last glance in the mirror (“You’ll knock ‘em dead, my dear”), Hermione threw her cloak around her shoulders and left her flat.
“Do stop scowling, Severus.” Lucius Malfoy said. “You’re intimidating the bureaucrats.”
“Good. The sooner they all bugger off, the sooner I can get back to doing something more useful, like polishing my Order of Merlin.”
Lucius smirked at him. “Oh dear, oh dear, we are in a mood tonight. Where’s your spirit of the season?”
Snape raised his glass of Firewhiskey.
Malfoy chuckled. “Look, I’ll tell you a secret about getting through boring office parties.” He lowered his voice conspiratorially. “Make one circuit around the room. As you go, have a couple of drinks. Have a few hors d’oeuvres. Say hello to the people you pass-but don’t stop to chit chat. There’s only one exception and that is for your immediate boss and his wife. Talk with them for no longer than five minutes, then move on.”
“I’d rather be Crucioed.”
“I haven’t gotten to the best part, yet.”
“Oh, my apologies. Please continue.”
Lucius ignored the sarcasm. “Your walk around the room serves two purposes. The first is to show your immediate superiors that you are engaged. The second is to find a, shall we say—willing female?—to keep company with in a more private area for most of the rest of the evening.” Malfoy smirked at him.
Snape raised a skeptical eyebrow. “That might work for you…”
“My dear fellow—you are a bona fide hero. With an Order of Merlin, First Class to prove it. Honestly, if you didn’t walk around scowling like a thundercloud all the time, the women would be all over you.”
“You’re mad.” Snape tossed down his drink and signaled a nearby house-elf for another.
Lucius pressed his lips together and glanced around the ballroom. His eyes widened, he elbowed his friend and jerked his chin. “There—in the red dress—she just came in…” His voice trailed off. “Merlin’s sacred balls—I do believe that’s Ms. Hermione Granger.”
Snape gazed across the room and drew in his breath. “I believe you are correct.”
Lucius licked his lips. “She looks particularly fetching tonight—in fact, I don’t believe I’ve ever seen her look so…delectable.”
“Correct again, Lucius.”
“I believe we have found our target.”
“Our target?”
Lucius arched an elegant eyebrow. “Certainly. If she’s willing.” He turned to face his friend. “Surely you wouldn’t be such a scoundrel as to keep such a delectable morsel all to yourself?” He glanced back toward the door and his eyes narrowed in alarm. “Damn and blast—Roger Davies has seen her!” Lucius took the drink out of Snape’s hand and gave him a shove. “Get over there man, before that libertine moves in on our une belle femme!”
“Why don’t you go if you’re so keen?” Snape grumbled.
“She has just recently allowed me back into her good graces and only because of my assistance with her pet project—the Magical Creatures reform initiative. I don’t want to push her too much…” Lucius’ expression turned decidedly lecherous. “Yet.” He glared at his friend. “Besides, she admires you, so you have an advantage there already.”
Snape glanced at the young woman in the doorway. He noticed her reaction of dismay when she saw Davies headed toward her and made his decision.
Snape straightened his robes and strode across the room.
Hermione handed her cloak to the waiting house-elf and entered the ballroom. She had to admit, the Ministry had outdone itself. The Malfoy’s room had been converted into a winter wonderland. The decorations were reminiscent of those at Hogwarts during the Yule Ball her fourth year. A chamber orchestra was situated on one side of the room and a buffet and open bar were set up on the other side. Tables circled the dance floor which teemed with couples clad in everything from dress robes to Muggle ball gowns and tuxedos.
Hermione was relieved to see that she was not the only one in Muggle clothing.
A movement out of the corner of her eye drew her attention.
Much to her dismay, Roger Davies was making his way toward her—a lecherous gleam in his eye.
She sighed inwardly. Slapping the crap out of the new head of the Department of Magical Games and Sports would not be well-received by the Minister for Magic, she was certain. Suddenly, as if he had come to the end of a string, Roger stopped and the smile disappeared from his face.
“Miss Granger.”
She knew that baritone.
Hermione turned and came face to face with Severus Snape.
And, oh my, did he ever look good in his black (of course) dress robes. She realized she was gaping and closed her mouth. His dark eyes glinted in amusement and she felt her face grow warm.
“Good evening, Mr. Snape.”
He offered his arm which she took gratefully. As they moved away from the door, she leaned closer, increasing the pressure of her hand on his arm.
“Thank you for rescuing me from Roger,” she said in an undertone.
“I rather think that I rescued him from you.”
Hermione laughed. “You’re right. If he had tried anything with me—and he would have—I’d have had to hex him.”
The orchestra began to play. Hermione recognized the music—it was “Cinderella’s Waltz”.
“Miss Granger, may I have the honor of this dance?”
“I would be delighted, Mr. Snape.”
“Call me ‘Severus’, please.”
“Only if you will call me ‘Hermione’.”
“After you, Hermione.”
Severus escorted her to the dance floor and drew her into his arms. He swept her around the floor with unexpected grace. Her amazement must have been evident because the amused glint was back in his eyes.
Hermione smirked at him. “My, my, aren’t you full of surprises?”
“I spent a couple of summers with the Malfoys…Lucius’ mother made sure I learned to dance. She felt that dancing well, among other things, was a requirement for the refined wizard.” His mouth quirked up at the corner. “And I got to have armfuls of girls several times a week which was a bonus for a shy teenager.”
“I’m glad you know what you’re doing. My one and only dance lesson was during fourth year with Professor McGonagall.”
His chuckle sent an unexpected thrill through her.
“From what I heard, you comported yourself well enough then, as you are now.”
“Thanks to my partner—both times.”
Snape’s arm tightened around her and his eyes darkened. Hermione felt her face grow warm as his gaze wandered down her body and then back to meet hers.
“I must say, Hermione, you look lovely this evening.”
“Thank you, Severus.”
He swirled her to a stop in time with the music. Their bodies were pressed tight together and, for a breath-taking moment, Hermione thought he was going to kiss her.
A delicately cleared throat interrupted the moment and Snape stepped back. Hermione turned toward the sound to find Lucius Malfoy.
“Severus, how on earth did you find the loveliest witch in the room?” Lucius took her hand and bent at the waist to brush his lips across her fingers, never taking his eyes from hers.
The orchestra started playing again—“Voices of Spring” her mind provided helpfully.
“Would you do me the honor…?”
Hermione was taken aback. She glanced at Snape uncertainly.
“I assure you, Hermione, Lucius does not bite.” He paused a fraction. “Unless asked.”
The humor dancing in his black eyes reassured her and Hermione turned back to the blond wizard.
“Thank you, Mr. Malfoy.”
“Please, call me ‘Lucius’.”
Lucius drew her into his arms and Hermione found herself being propelled across the ballroom once more.
“Thank you, Lucius.”
Hermione observed her partner as they danced. He was tall and broad-shouldered and he moved with uncommon grace. The epitome of a Pureblood. So why was he dancing with her?
“Lucius, I must know—why are you dancing with me?”
“Because, Miss Granger, you are the loveliest witch in the room.”
“Excuse me for saying so, Lucius, but bollocks.” She smiled sweetly at him.
Much to her surprise, he threw back his head and laughed. “Oh, Miss Granger, you are delightfully suspicious.” His grey eyes shone with mirth. “And I thought we had put the past behind us through our work together on the Magical Creatures initiative.”
She blushed. “You’re right, Lucius.” She looked into his eyes. “Forgive me?”
He pulled her closer and murmured into her ear. “There is nothing to forgive, my dear.”
His warm breath in her ear made her quiver and heat pooled in her belly. Luckily for her wits, the music ended, and Lucius raised her hand to his lips once more. His gaze told her that he was not unaware of his effect on her. He drew her hand through the crook in his elbow and escorted her back to the table he shared with Severus.
Snape stood as they approached, and pulled out a chair for her. They all sat. Lucius flagged down a passing house elf and ordered drinks for them all.
The next few hours were among the happiest Hermione had ever spent. She had the undivided attention of two attractive wizards who toasted her with champagne while they regaled her with humorous stories of their shared past - each more outrageous than the last. They took turns dancing with her, and paying her extravagant compliments which made her blush. Gradually, the other guests departed until Hermione, Lucius, and Severus were the only ones who remained. When the orchestra could not be bribed to play any longer, Lucius turned on the wireless so they could continue to dance.
Finally, even the house elves had gone to bed.
She, Lucius, and Severus were molded together, swaying on the dance floor. Lucius was pressed against her back, his right hand held her right, his left caressed her side along the edge of her dress. Severus was at her front, one arm around her waist, his hand cupping her arse. Her left hand was held tightly in his. She had her other hand around his waist and her head on his chest. She could feel one erection against her belly and one against her bum. Her entire body hummed. She felt warm, and comfortable, and desired.
“Hermione?”
“Mmmm?”
“I don’t think you’re in any condition to Apparate home tonight.” Severus murmured. He traced her ear with the tip of his tongue which made her shiver.
“I quite agree,” Lucius said as he nuzzled the other.
She shivered again. “Ooo, That feels nice.” She knew she was in perfect condition to Apparate. She simply didn’t want the night to end. And, apparently, neither did they which made her smile against Severus’ chest.
“Hermione…” Lucius’ voice sent a thrill straight to her core.
“Mmmm?”
“You can stay here…” He slipped his hand beneath her dress, and brushed the side of her breast.
“With you, Lucius?”
“Both of us.” Snape growled, pulling her hard against him.
“I thought you’d never ask.”
Lucius wrapped his arms around them both, and Apparated them directly to his bedroom.
Once there, Lucius disengaged himself and moved a short distance away. Severus turned Hermione around, and gently pulled her back against him. She felt his erection twitch against her bum as Lucius turned to face them.
Grey eyes met brown as the blond wizard unfastened his dress robes. He shrugged out of them. The silk material puddled around his feet, and he toed off his shoes and socks. Next, he removed his cufflinks, and unbuttoned his shirt.
Hermione watched in fascination as each button was opened, and more of Lucius’ chest and stomach was revealed. When he unbuckled his belt, she noticed how his trousers were tented. When Snape’s breath hitched in her ear, desire scorched through her, and she jerked her eyes back up to Lucius’ face.
Lucius pulled his belt off, and then unbuttoned his trousers. They joined his robes on the floor, followed closely by his shirt. He was not wearing any pants.
Hermione inhaled sharply. He was magnificent. Severus tightened his grip on her, and began to kiss her neck and shoulder. She tilted her head to give him better access without taking her eyes off of Lucius.
Lucius moved over to the huge four poster bed in the center of the room, climbed into it, and lay back against the pillows. He reached down, took his prick in hand, and began to stroke it languidly.
“Hermione, would you allow me to watch Severus undress you?”
She did not trust herself to speak, so she nodded.
Severus turned her to face him, pulled her against his body, and kissed her. He cupped her face with his hands, and leisurely explored her mouth with his tongue. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back enthusiastically as the white hot heat of her desire flared to life. Soon, his hands drifted from her face to her hair. He removed the combs and ran his fingers through the mass of curls until they cascaded down her back. He moved his hands to the back of her neck, and unhooked her halter. He placed the straps carefully between her shoulder blades and then he pulled back and looked into her eyes.
Hermione saw the hunger in those fathomless black eyes and felt his mind brush against hers. When he verified that she was not only willing, but eager, he nuzzled her ear with a groan. He nibbled his way to her mouth, and kissed her again. Then he took her bottom lip in his teeth and worried it, then soothed it, before he reluctantly released it. His own dress robes disappeared with a murmured spell as he turned her to face Lucius once more.
Hermione felt Severus unfasten the chains on the back of her dress one at a time. His fingers trailed along her skin as he moved down her back. She felt her nipples grow hard as her skin rose in gooseflesh. After he had unclasped the last hook, he slid his hands up her bare back. When he reached the loosened halter straps, he slipped his hands under them and caressed her shoulders. Severus continued down, beneath the fabric, until his hands cupped her breasts. He rolled her nipples between his thumb and forefinger. Pleasure spiked through her, and she felt warm wetness between her legs.
Lucius inhaled sharply, and tightened his grip. As he lay there, Hermione thought he looked like nothing so much as a living, breathing Michelangelo sculpture come to life. Her attention was diverted when Severus pulled the halter straps over her shoulders and exposed her breasts to Lucius’ heated gaze.
“Beautiful, beautiful. So full. And lovely pink nipples. Pinch them again, Severus.”
The dark wizard behind her complied. Hermione arched her back, pushing her breasts into his touch. She felt his open-mouthed kisses on her neck and shoulder, and she couldn’t stop herself from grinding her arse against his erection. He bit her shoulder with a groan, then laved the spot with his tongue. He released her breasts and smoothed his hands down her sides until he reached the skirt of her dress which hung on her hips. After an agonizing moment, he slid his fingers under the silky material. When he touched her suspender belt, she felt his smile against her skin.
“Oh, Lucius. It seems our Hermione is full of surprises.”
Severus pushed the dress over her hips, and Hermione stood clad in only her red lace suspender belt, knickers, lace-topped stockings, and gold, strappy high-heeled sandals.
“Merlin!” Lucius closed his eyes, and stilled his hand.
Severus cupped her breasts again. As he alternately kneaded them and teased her nipples, he growled into her ear.
“Do you see what you are doing to him? He is losing control. To tell you the truth, I am having a hard time maintaining control myself.” He pinched her nipples hard, eliciting a gasp from her. “You are so beautiful standing here like this. I can smell the scent of you, Hermione. I long to taste you.”
“Do it.” The hoarse order came from the bed. “Now.”
Hermione felt cool air touch her pussy as her knickers vanished. Severus conjured a lounge chair and guided her down onto it. Then he knelt between her legs. He kissed the inside of one thigh as he caressed her leg down to her ankle. He grasped it and placed her right leg over the arm of the chair, and then did the same with the left; after which, he sat back, and looked at her.
Hermione was wild with desire. She was wide open, fully exposed, and had never felt so decadent. Severus pushed two fingers into her, and she couldn’t restrain a guttural groan. He continued to move his fingers in and out as he bent to capture a nipple in his mouth. He sucked first one, then the other before he kissed his way down her belly until he finally kissed her mound. Hermione’s hips jerked up involuntarily, and Lucius groaned.
“Gods, Severus, will you lick her already?”
Hermione looked down, and found Snape’s heated gaze. He maintained eye contact as he drew his tongue along her cleft until he found her clit. Hermione’s eyes closed, and her hands came up to pinch her nipples as Snape licked, and sucked, and brought her right to the edge of orgasm but not over. She was a trembling, sensitive nerve ending when Lucius spoke.
“Let her come.”
Severus’ tongue resumed working its magic, and Hermione felt the pleasure building once again. This time when the pressure was almost more than she could bear—he sucked hard. She came apart with an inarticulate cry.
“Bring her over here, Severus. And why do you still have your trousers on?”
Snape lifted Hermione from the chair, carried her over to the bed, and settled her down into it. His trousers vanished as he climbed in after her. He reached across her and kissed Lucius hard. Hermione watched as both men vied for control, and found herself becoming aroused once again. The kiss ended with no victor determined, and both wizards turned their attention to her once more. Lucius captured her lips in a scorching kiss as Severus bent and suckled a nipple. They both reached down between her legs, and she felt one finger on her clit and one in her cunt. As the pressure built once more, the finger inside her pulled out and slid along her cleft. When she whimpered, the finger on her clit moved faster and drew her attention long enough for the other to press inside her arse.
“Oh, oh!”
“Relax, my dear.” Lucius’ voice was low, and soothing. “You’ve enjoyed everything so far—trust us. We only want to give you pleasure.”
Hermione gave herself over to sensation as their fingers seemed to be everywhere—sliding, pinching, teasing—and before long, she was on the brink of orgasm once again. When all the touching stopped, she groaned in frustration.
Lucius’ eyes gleamed. “I do believe our brave Gryffindor requires something more—and I think we are just the Slytherins to give it to her, don’t you agree, Severus?”
“Indeed.”
“Then, why don’t you begin?”
Severus positioned himself between Hermione’s legs. He plunged in to the hilt in one stroke, and held himself still in order to bend and kiss her. Then he began to move.
Hermione raised her hips to meet his thrusts. At one point he covered her with his body, wrapped his arms around her, and rolled over so that she was straddling him. Lucius positioned himself behind her, reached around, and cupped her breasts. He teased her nipples to hardness as he pressed his erection against her bum. He nibbled her earlobe which sent a shock through her.
“Lean down and kiss Severus for me, my dear.”
Hermione did as he commanded, and captured Severus’ lips in a passionate kiss. While she explored his mouth, she heard a murmured lubrication charm, and then felt the head of Lucius’ cock pressing into her arse. He stilled when she gasped. At first, she felt as if her arse was on fire. Before long, that sensation subsided. She became accustomed to the feeling. Severus sneaked his hand between them and teased her clit until she moaned. As she relaxed, Lucius slowly pushed in until his prick was nearly all the way inside, and then he paused again. Hermione pushed against him in order to take it all. Lucius groaned, and began to move.
That was Severus’ signal to resume.
Hermione was aflame with sensation. In her pussy, in her arse, against her clit, and her nipples—everything was thrumming.
She felt so full—gods, it was so good, so good—and she was going to…going to…going to…
She shattered with a cry. As her body convulsed, it proved too much for Severus and, with one last thrust, he came with a shout. Lucius, unable to withstand the onslaught to his senses pushed in one last time, stiffened, and his orgasm exploded with a groan of satisfaction.
The three of them collapsed into a heap. When their breathing returned to normal, Lucius rose, withdrew, and gently lifted Hermione off of Severus. He vanished the rest of her clothing, and settled her between them. He cast a cleansing charm, and then settled down himself. With a silent spell, he moved the blanket from beneath them and covered them with it.
Both he and Severus were soon snoring on either side of her.
As Hermione followed them to sleep, she smiled.
“Operation, Granger: Belle of the Ball” was an unparalleled success.
