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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M, M/M
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Bartemius_Crouch_Jr./Severus_Snape, Bartemius_Crouch_Jr./Hermione
      Granger/Severus_Snape
  Character:
      Hermione_Granger, Luna_Lovegood, Bartemius_Crouch_Jr., Severus_Snape
  Additional Tags:
      Dirty_Talk, Hair-pulling, Light_Bondage, Loss_of_Virginity, Oral_Sex,
      Hand_Jobs, Cunnilingus, Dubious_Consent, Dom/sub, Vaginal_Fingering,
      Mental_Coercion, Sexual_Coercion, Finger_Sucking, Double_Vaginal
      Penetration
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-10-13 Words: 6785
****** Opaque Cascade ******
by Hawkflight
Summary
     Why couldn't she manage to get to the library this night without
     walking into a witch or wizard, sleeping or otherwise?
Notes
     For Lillielle. I had a lot of fun playing with these three and I
     might have gone overboard with this... anyhow, Enjoy!
The pages fluttered close, the leather back hitting the last page with a
thunkthat seemed to ring out in the otherwise silent room.
Hermione looked around quickly, letting out a sigh of relief when she found
there was still no one in the Commons at this time of night. Everyone else had
gone to bed and she had snuck down here to read in peace, away from her dorm
mates considering how one of them snored in their sleep and annually forgot to
put up a silencing charm on the curtains. She would do it herself but the last
time when the alarm went off the curtains had remained closed and she had to
listen to the endless rant of how it was her fault for making the charm so
powerful that they hadn't heard the alarm and almost missed breakfast because
of her.
So she was curled up on the couch, with her back pressed against the arm, knees
drawn up so the book rested on them at an angle, a dull ache in the back of her
neck slowly spreading to the rest of her body because of the position.
Willing the groan of pain to stay down she sat up, raising a hand to quiet her
yawn before glancing at the clock just to confirm that it was near midnight.
Filch wasn't usually too active now. There was also the rumor that at this time
he mistook his own cat for a student once and would retire to his own bed to
keep his wits about him. As if he had any left in the first place.
Hermione swung her legs over the edge of the couch, wrapping her hands over the
book as she raised herself up and off the furniture. Her fingers curled over
the hardcover, keeping the title hidden even though she had already confirmed
that no one was down here with her.
She slipped her feet into a pair of slippers at the edge of the couch. Unlike
her shoes they wouldn't echo off the stone when she walked. Even if the fluffy
pink ears of the bunnies stuck out like a sore thumb. They were comfortable,
and that's what counted in her book.
Tucking the leather bound volume beneath her arm Hermione made her way to the
door. Since she had just finished reading this it was time to bring it back to
the library until someone realized it was missing from the shelves in the
Restricted Section.
The door swung open silently, the Fat Lady muttering softly in her sleep when
the door settled against the wall, closing the entrance to the Gryffindor
Tower. After a quick check that the portrait hadn't woken up Hermione walked to
the edge of the platform, glancing up and down to check that she didn't see
anyone in the distance. With her bases covered she descended down the stairs to
the ground-floor hallways.
The moment her foot connected with the stone she breathed out a sigh of relief
as the hardest part of her journey was done with. Staircases didn't have a lot
of options when you needed to hide somewhere fast but these hallways did.
It was also silent. The long hall in front of her looked like it had been
dipped into the sea, blue hues stretching across the surface of the stone due
to the moonlight filtering through the window. Though there was darker hues
floating around the walls and her gaze slipped from stone framing closed doors
to the tall windows on her left. It was snowing.
The chill of the night finally reached her with this realization and she pulled
her robe tight around her, wishing she had put on a longer skirt and a shirt
with sleeves underneath the black fabric. Too late now. She didn't want to deal
with the stairs again until she was on her way back from the library.
Even so... she didn't get much opportunities to see the snow like this and
stepped forward to the tall pane of glass. Hermione laid her hand on the smooth
surface, feeling the cold seep into her skin as she gazed out at the blanket of
snow in the courtyard that steadily grew. The snowflakes swayed back and forth
on the breeze, moving gently before they touched the few untouched patches of
ground. Before falling into the frozen over water that gleamed like crystals in
the stone fountain.
Just looking at the scene made her calm even as her hand began to go numb, a
rather pleasant feeling that spread to her fingers. She breathed out, fogging
the glass and obscuring the scene for the time being. The leather binding of
the book poking her beneath the arm reminded her why she was here and she
stepped away from the cool glass, freezing a moment later.
A human figure was coming out from the shadows and she felt her heartbeat race
until she noted the figure's height. It was close to her own height. There was
no way it was another Professor then. It had to be another student and they
couldn't exactly go and tattle on her, Hermione Granger, if they weren't
suppose to be out of bed either at this time of night.
The moonlight hit the girl in front of her - and she was sure it was a girl,
judging by the length of her hair - reflecting a light purple and Hermione
blinked at seeing Luna Lovegood out in the corridor with a purple nightgown of
all things and... Were her eyes closed?
She blinked again.
Was this girl... was she sleepwalking?
Hermione frowned and took a step forward toward her. "Hello?" She snapped her
fingers in front of the girl's face. "Luna?"
Eyes opened slowly to gaze at her, the mist of sleep filming over the blue
orbs. "Oh. Hermione, what are you doing here?" Luna's voice came out thick as
if she was just figuring out how to use her tongue properly.
"What are you doing here?' she countered. Surely Luna couldn't be aware of her
own surroundings in this state.
"I was listening to the butterfly's song, they sing so brilliantly. Don't you
think so?" The thickness was starting to disappear, her tone going back to that
soft whisper. "Hmmm." Luna turned her head, looking around. "I was just in a
glade with them, dancing to their song." Her gaze settled back on Hermione.
"You should try it as well. It's like flying on a soft breeze, hanging in the
air and spinning above the ground-"
"Luna," Hermione interrupted before the girl could go on. "You were dreaming.
There's no butterflies and you are not weightless."
The girl blinked and for a moment she thought her words had just gone through
one ear and out the next. Then she was smiling. "Of course I'm not weightless
silly. That would require me to be a ferah and that's impossible." Impossible?
She wasn't sure the word impossible was even in Luna's dictionary until now.
"I'll be on my way now. Thank you for waking me up. I was in the dungeons last
time and it's too cold to be down there around this time of year." Luna turned
slowly, walking past Hermione, mumbling to herself as she walked, "There was
that time in the kitchens also, the elves were so nice giving me cupcakes for
breakfast..."
Soon enough the soft drone of Luna Lovegood's voice left the air, no longer
reaching Hermione when she turned a corner. With a shake of her head she
started down the hall, a laugh slipping from her as she walked. The most
peculiar of things always seemed to happen at night here in Hogwarts.
"You've been on edge lately."
Hermione stopped in her tracks at the clear voice ahead of her. She didn't see
anyone though... her gaze stopped on the crack of an open door and she took a
step forward, closer to the source.
"Forgive me for giving a damn about your backside. Was it really necessary to
transfigure that runt? No. Don't answer that."
She blinked. That had been Snape's voice just now.
A chuckle broke the silence in the air. One she didn't recognize though it was
unmistakably male. "What are you worried about? That fool, Dumbledore doesn't
suspect a thing. Not from either of us, and you've been under his nose for
years in service to the L-"
"Keep your voice down."
"Who's going to hear me? The ghosts? Even they sleep Severus. I would tell you
to get that stick out of your ass but I know there's nothing there. Not
currently anyway." There was a snicker. "Perhaps I should have left something
wedged inside. So I could just tap my wand like this." A sharp rasp of a
knuckle hit wood. "And watch as you try to speak to the other Professors with
it vibrating inside of you, over and over again. To form a single coherent word
and then bring it to the next level so you'll have to dismiss yourself.
preferably when I can't come and help you get rid of that stress because my
time isn't up."
A groan met her ears as Hermione slid next to the small space between the wall
and door. The two forms in the room were close, the one closest to her was
Snape that she was sure of. Even if she couldn't see his face she recognized
the broad shoulders, the black hair that was currently missing that distinct
greased look. The other one though... she didn't recognize him.
He was thinner, that much she could see at the angle the door offered her. With
hair that couldn't seem to decide if it wanted to be blonde or brown, the
strands in a bird's nest as if he had just woken up, or maybe he simply hadn't
even bothered to comb it. A flicker of murky brown eyes in the candlelight. His
lips twisted up into an almost impish grin as he gazed at Snape, eyes lowering
to an arm between them - no, a hand. His hand? She couldn't really see but then
she heard Snape groan again, saw him raise a hand of his own to slap the other
man's hand away from his body before stepping away.
The metal edge of the zipper to his slacks caught the light before Snape could
pull the tab back up and Hermione felt her cheeks warm. She shouldn't be here.
This, whatever Snape had with this man - hell, whoever this man was - it was
none of her business. It was a private moment she shouldn't be seeing and she
took a step back, ready to turn and leave for the library when she heard the
Professor speak again.
"I called you down here to talk about how things were going. Not for you to
fool around."
The other man was smiling, lifting his hand and the flames from the candle
highlighted a white substance on his skin that he began to lick from his palm.
"If you didn't call me down to 'fool around' as you call it then I'm missing
out on precious hours of sleep, Severus and that would make you very cruel."
Snape let out a snort. "Nothing I haven't heard before." He turned from the
man, facing a desk along the far wall. "Do stop attracting attention to
yourself. Another stunt like that and Dumbledore might just figure it out and
we don't want that."
"Of course not." The man replied, tongue dragging across his finger, collecting
the last drops of white on his skin.
"I mean it."
"I'm not deaf."
Severus looked over his shoulder and she could just make out the edge of a
frown on his face. "You could have fooled me."
The man smirked. "I thought I just did."
"Barty," Snape's voice dipped down just like it would in class when a student
messed up a potion to 'extraordinary heights'.
"Right. I'm a uncessary distraction. I'll leave you to your potions then." If
she had only heard the words she would have though the man upset but Barty was
grinning as he spoke, and still facing Snape he bowed before turning to the
door with his teeth flashing in the candlelight as the smirk on his face
appeared to be permanent.
"Not unnecessary." Snape replied and her gaze shot to him to check his back was
still turned. It was. "Just a distraction with incredibly bad timing."
"That's... fine by me."
The Professor let out a snort. "Good to know you found a shiny ball of twine to
keep you occupied."
"It is shiny."
There was something in that single little word, the way he said it that made
Hermione turn her head again only to take a step back when her eyes met his.
One hand on the wall to her right she quickly began backing up and away from
the door, trying to ignore the fluttering in her chest as he matched her step
for step. His head cocked to the side as her hand curled over the stone that
had just turned beneath her palm into another open hallway.
Without a second of hesitation she darted around the corner and closed her eyes
wondering why, just why, she couldn't manage to get to the library this night
without running into another witch or wizard, asleep or awake.
When she opened her eyes a gasp escaped her. The man from before was standing
in front of her, leaning down so he was at her eye level, grinning like a
cheshire cat. "Hello, cub."
"H-hi." she barely managed to get the word out.
His grin widened even further. "What are you doing out of your den?"
Her mouth only opened and closed soundlessly as his gaze traveled down,
stopping momentarily on the book tucked under her arm and she stopped trying to
speak. If he didn't know why she was sneaking around before he certainly knew
now.
The corner of his lips only curled up before his eyes continued down, this time
stopping on her hand. "What are you shivering for, cub?" Before she could
answer his hand moved forward to cover her own, fingers brushing up past her
palm to close around her wrist. "You're freezing. Poor cub, should I warm you
up?"
Her eyes quickly doubled to the size of saucers when he raised her hand up,
keeping her wrist caught in his fingers. He leaned down only slightly for his
tongue to run along her skin a moment later, laving at the flesh as he raised
her hand further until his lips closed around the tip of her finger. The skin
on her cheeks was burning as he gave her next finger the same tongue bath, and
then the next... All the while grinning at her, eyes never straying from her
own.
She was sure her whole hand was on fire when he finished with her thumb, but
then he was turning her hand over, licking at the palm, fingers sliding further
down her arm. His tongue seeked out the vein fluttering on her wrist to press
his lips against it and she felt her heart beat even faster, hearing it's pace
triple in her ears.
There was a tug at her wrist and she took a step forward, eyes on his tongue
that was now leaving the impression of a circle along her inner wrist. His
fingers pulled at her arm again and her feet seemed to float over the stone as
she followed him around the corner, breath coming fast whenever he kissed at
the vein. The sound of her own heart obscured his footfalls as she turned
another corner, following him into a dimly lit room.
"What on earth are you doing here again? I told you-"
"Shhh." He nipped at the vein on her wrist and she felt her cheeks warm. "Look
at what I found," as he said the words he lowered her hand from his mouth,
stepping to the side so she could see Snape standing beyond him with his dark
eyes trained on her.
Hermione was breathing hard, chest heaving, only barely aware that her face
felt too warm. Her whole body felt flushed, too hot, yet the burning sensation
was pleasant.
The Potions Master took a step forward and she heard her own breath falter. Her
gaze slipped from him to the long desk beyond him with various pieces of
parchment and ingredients spread about the surface. Is this where he planned
the lessons for class? It hardly seemed convenient with the class and the
cabinet for ingredients located in the dungeons. Unless...
She blinked when she felt the book tucked under her arm slip out from
underneath. "Wait-" Snape looked at her and she felt the words die in her
throat as he turned the book over in his hands, opening it to flip through the
pages before closing it and she watched as the book floated to the back of the
room to settle on the desk.
"Is there any particular reason you have a book detailing the events of the
Regimen de Vincula, Miss Granger?" Snape only waited a few seconds and when she
couldn't do anything more than stutter he frowned at her, eyes narrowing. "I
don't recall it being Ministry approved reading, nor did I see a slip of paper
inside from Madam Pince saying it could be taken out of the Restricted Section.
Though considering your actions every other year you've been here I can't say
I'm surprised-"
"Professor Binns mentioned it in passing and I was just curious-" Hermione
managed to get in quickly, wanting nothing more than to get out of the room.
She no longer cared if the book got back to it's proper shelf or not.
The corner of Snape's mouth twisted up into a sneer. "Curious about an era when
you're kind were no more than slaves in Wizarding Britain?"
She took a step back but soon found she couldn't go any further with Barty's
hands clasped over her shoulders. There was a chuckle at her right ear while
Snape gave her a look of disbelief and she felt a cold shiver run down her
spine. "I didn't know that. He only mentioned the name and wouldn't say
anything more about it."
"No country tells their citizens of something the current government isn't
proud of, silly girl."
The soft chuckling turned into full out laughter and she practically jumped
when the volume increased. His fingers curled along her shoulders, pulling her
back sharply and she fell backwards into Barty's chest while his arms lowered,
wrapping around her midriff. "Perfect, isn't she?" His laughter continued to
fill her ears while she felt something through her robes... The color on her
cheeks darkened almost instantly. His arousal was pressed right up against her
lower back.
Snape was still staring at her with a look of disapproval, eyes a shade darker.
"Do you want to know what it's like to be a slave?"
"No." The word fell instantly from her lips.
Even so Snape turned, flicking his wand at a chair that transfigured into a
table a second later. "Get on top, Miss Granger."
She made no move towards it instead glaring at Snape from his companion's grip.
"I'll tell Dumbledore."
"Then I will just have to obliviate you afterwards." He replied without even
looking at her as he started walking to the door.
She craned her head to follow his movement, to yell at the Professor some more
when her body began moving forward. Her skin went ice cold when she noticed the
table was getting closer. "Let go of me!" she screamed as loud as she could,
twisting her body to try and get out of Barty's grip but it tightened with each
twist and turn until she was struggling for air, breathing quickly to try and
get oxygen back into her lungs.
When he set her down on the table - finally releasing her - she coughed as the
air raced back into her body, breathing uneven for a few seconds before she
didn't feel like she was suffocating any more.
The click of the door closing made her go still though. Her knees were pressed
to the wood, the palms of her hands flat on the surface of the table. The sound
of Snape's footsteps got louder as he drew closer to them.
Surely all of this was just a bad dream, right?
A hand on the back of her thigh, moving down to pull off her slippers and
letting them hit the floor assured her that all of this was real. "I-"
She had barely gotten the word out when a thumb slipped through her open mouth
to press down on her tongue and she stared up at Barty. Wait. Barty? She had
heard that name before but the man in front of her wasn't the same one that had
announced the rules of the Triwizard Tournament. Though there certainly was a
resemblance. His son then? She tried to move her tongue, to ask, but he kept it
pinned to the bottom of her mouth. From the way his mouth had formed a thin
line for a moment he had seen the question in her eyes. Long enough to answer
her unspoken question anyways.
Though that man's son was suppose to be dead. A corpse in the unmarked graves
at the Azkaban prison because he was found to be a Death Eater.
She felt the blood drain from her face. Snape had stopped him from saying
'Lord' earlier. Her Potions Professor was another Death Eater. She was alone in
a room with two of them in Hogwarts and-
The back of her thighs went cold when her skirt was flipped up. It confused her
at first because her robes had helped to keep her warm when she was walking
through the castle earlier. Her robes... she couldn't feel the extra layer
anymore. It was gone.
Then there was fingers on her skin, slipping under the band of the skirt to
grip at her knickers and drag them down her legs. She would have screamed if
she was able. Would have kicked if the position of her legs didn't make it so
difficult, if her knickers weren't currently wrapped around her ankles.
The hands lowered to her thighs once again and started pulling them away from
one another. That same wave of terror from before didn't come over her though.
Because this, this she could do something about. Her muscles tensed as she
started to bring her legs back together, fighting Snape. She could hear Barty
chuckling, see a spark enter his eye whenever the Potions Master pulled at her
thighs only for her to push them back together. His grip on her tongue didn't
loosen though, it was firm just like the hands on her legs now-
Her tongue tried to hit the roof of her mouth when Snape forced her legs apart,
hands pressing her bent knees into the table at an angle that sent a shock up
her spine. For a moment her eyes were squeezed shut as she tried to move her
legs back into place only for Snape to apply even more pressure and the tip of
her tongue hit the back of the thumb in her mouth. There was a force on her jaw
then and her eyes flew open to see a smile slide into place on Barty's lips.
"That's right cub, keep your eyes on me. A nice easy assignment for you." Barty
leaned down then and she fought to keep her gaze on his as his head turned,
lips brushing over the lobe of her ear when he spoke, "Don't worry, we both
know how much you like it when they're hard."
A whimper caught in her throat as he leaned back, as warm breath ran over her
lower lips. There was a hand moving over her folds, a finger sinking knuckle
deep into her. She shifted forward to get rid of the uncomfortable feeling when
a hand on her thigh dragged her back into place.
"Don't try my patience any further, Miss Granger." Snape spoke slowly, tongue
stroking over her labia after each word making a shiver run up her spine. It
moved up then, going further to press against her clit. Her legs trembled at
the contact.
Another finger slipped inside of her before the two of them were pumping within
her. That tongue still circling her clit to occasionally flick the tip and she
felt herself warm with each lick. Every thrust of his fingers slid into her
easier, her thighs becoming wet with each pump.
Soon her eyelids were fluttering against her will, breath coming fast and she
had to refrain from drawing the Potions Master closer to her core by whatever
means possible.
A pair of fingers curled beneath her jaw, raising her head further and she felt
her cheeks flush when Barty's tongue lashed at the side of his mouth.
"Cum, cub."
The coil that had been tightening in her stomach sprung apart at his words. Her
head tilted further up, lips parting slightly as what she could only describe
as pure pleasure raced through her whole frame.
"Obedient, aren't you?"
A shiver ran down her spine at Barty's words. As she tried to think up a
response she realized the hand that had been at the apex of her legs was gone
now and after one final lick she couldn't feel the thick hair that had been
brushing along her thighs.
"I'll say this for Miss Granger, she's never caused any trouble in my class.
She does exactly what the instructions on the board tell her to do for the
day." Her panties were tugged down her ankles in the next second, falling to
the stone floor. "Even if she does attempt to help Potter and that fumbling
Longbottom." Snape's words came out in a sneer and she could hear Barty
chuckling above her.
"Once he's done his part in the task you should partake in setting up a bed for
him right next to his foolish parents."
"What did I say about drawing attention to yourself?"
The fingers still holding her chin tightened for a second, the thumb slipping
from her mouth to run along her lip. "I rather like the attention I'm receiving
right now." Barty grinned down at her even as she was still taking in large
breaths, that feeling of absolute pleasure only now starting to slowly go away.
"Should I give the cub some more instructions to follow? We could just watch
and not have to lift a finger." Barty's gaze lifted from her for a second, she
guessed to look at Snape though her eyes went to that tongue of his that licked
at a bottom lip still remembering when it was wrapped around her own fingers,
making her head heavy...
"Well, she is very thorough with her work."
Her cheeks felt like they were on fire. "Stop it," she finally managed to get a
few words out.
Barty's gaze dropped back to her and she swore she could feel Snape's eyes on
her. "I think, Miss Granger, would like us to move on to other activities."
That grin was present again when Barty leaned down and she felt his arms
encircle her, dragging her up and off the table. "What are you doing?" Hermione
knew it was stupid to ask after everything that had already happened but she
couldn't stop herself now that she could speak.
His soft laughter made the hair on her arms stand on end as if a cool breeze
had just gone through the room. "Curious?" he asked as he walked backward,
keeping a firm grip on her body and only stopping when his back was against the
wall. "Well then, we will just have to tell you so your satisfied."
"You, Miss Granger," Snape's voice came to her clearly even as she heard his
footsteps on the floor, going around the room, placing spells on the door,
wherever sound could filter through. "Are the one that will be doing the
activities."
At his words she turned her head quickly to look at the Professor as he placed
a last charm on the door, wand flaring blue. Surely she had heard him wrong
just now. She must have, as his words didn't make sense. Why would she do any
of these activities? Especially when she didn't even know what they were.
That's when she felt the arms around her lower, no longer even touching and she
turned back to face Barty. "Can you feel that?"
"Feel what?" she asked, unsure what Barty was asking or how such a question had
anything to do with what Snape had talked about.
"The heat." His breath was hot on her ear as he spoke, "The sun bearing down on
you, a warm breeze rolling across the sand. You're standing on it, grains
collecting between your toes, feet slowly sinking lower into the cool earth
beneath you. Skirt fluttering around your legs in the breeze. It feels nice,
but there's a problem. You thought it would be cold when you came out and
you're sweating beneath your sweater and top. So you raise your hands and find
there's a tie around your neck. It's soaked through and you quickly remove it
and let it fall to the ground." There was a distant ruffle of cloth in her
ears. "With the tie out of the way you now grab your sweater and pull it over
your head but your skin is still hot even with that article gone. There's sweat
trickling down your spine and you remove the shirt, slowly curling the fabric
up over your stomach, your breasts, until it's clear over your head and you
throw it to the side. You feel better, cooler, but your bra is sticking to your
skin and you undo the hook and slip the straps down your arms, letting it fall
from your fingers to the sand below... That's beautiful, cub."
Huh? Cub?
She opened her eyes, the lids feeling heavy to see she was still facing Barty
though she felt... cold. "Miss Granger," Snape's voice invaded her thoughts.
"Do you care to explain what you're doing in front of the class in only a
skirt?" Her eyes widened and she wrapped her arms around her torso immediately
starting to turn-"What was that? Put your arms down you silly girl." She felt
her arms slip down as she stared over at Snape. "Oh? So it wasn't my
imagination then. Your nipples are hard, Miss Granger. Do you like the idea of
everyone seeing you in such a state of undress?" No, she wanted to say, tried
to, but he was speaking again. "Do you think you can strut around like that?
Not even having the decency to put on some knickers so every student that
passes by sees your wet cunt." Her fingers curled into fabric and she quickly
dropped the end of the skirt so it went back down to cover her thighs instead
of the underside of her breasts. "One would think you wanted your Professor's
fingers back inside of you, teasing your clit and bringing you to climax. Did
you like it that much?" Her cheeks were bright red as she tried to get a single
letter out before he continued on, "Don't bother denying it, Miss Granger. We
can see for ourselves."
Snape stepped closer, grabbing her skirt and pulling it up before she could
back away. His fingers only touched her inner thigh before drawing back. "Your
soaking, Miss Granger." he said, while raising his hand and she could only
watch as Barty leaned over to lick her arousal from Snape's fingers. Snape's
gaze followed her own, only moving back when each finger was clean. He pulled
at the article of clothing still donning her body and she stumbled forward,
crashing against Barty's chest.
An arm had wrapped itself around her again, but his other hand was holding her
wrist. "Would you like to know what your next assignment is, cub?"
Her hand was pulled forward and she could hear him whisper a spell to see his
robes vanish in the next second. His hand pulled hers lower, skimming up to her
fingers and curling them around his cock. A blush ran up her cheeks when his
hand fell away to cup the bottom of her arse, no longer guiding her hand.
"Raise your legs." Her cheeks must have darkened considerably at what he was
implying. Even so... when she started to raise a leg she immediately set it
back down. Her actions were met with a chuckle. "I'm not going to drop you,
cub."
"I know." Her words were met with a grin. It only took her a few seconds to
have both her legs wrapped around his waist, her own hovering just above his,
hand moving him so the tip rested just below her entrance. Her grip on him had
loosened, ready to go down but she couldn't make her body move any further.
There was no way she could actually do this.
She could feel hot breath on her ear as she didn't move, and Barty only leaned
forward to whisper in her ear, "This is going to hurt." In the next second he
was buried inside of her and a scream had torn its way up her throat.
Her arms had wrapped around his shoulders, meeting in the back, legs tightening
around his waist that only seemed to add to the pain in her own abdomen. She
was breathing fast, trying to catch her breath and hoping that the extra air
would help dull the pain somehow.
Hermione lowered her forehead onto Barty's shoulder as her breathing started to
even out, as the ache faded away. Until she only felt him unmoving inside of
her and could raise her head back up without trembling in his grip. "I..." She
swallowed and drew in another breath of air. "I'm fine now." When he still
didn't move she licked her lips nervously. "Barty?"
As soon as the name left her mouth she felt another pair of hands on her body,
lingering on her back before trailing down to grab the cheeks of her arse. Her
heart pounded as there was a low murmur from Snape before his fingers felt...
slick, and then they were curving down, running along her skin. The fingers
lingered at her arse, stroking around the ring of muscle and she tried to
relax. Until they moved past that is, lower and even with Barty speaking softly
into her ear to relax she felt herself go rigid.
Snape couldn't actually be planning to-
A gasp left her when his thumb rolled over her clit and then his fingers were
moving down, pressing into her labia, spreading the substance on his hands
around the cock already inside of her, one finger slipping in beside for a
moment then withdrawing. Then his fingers were no longer there and she could
feel him pushing.
"No!" She shoved at Barty's shoulders to try and raise herself up and off of
him, away from Snape's cock. "Stop! Please! You can't! It won't-"
There was a tug on her hair and she could hear Snape let loose a low growl,
"Stay still, Miss Granger." He kept a tight grip on the strands of hair as he
pushed in and she let loose a squeal, her hips giving an unconsious jerk when
he slid in alongside Barty.
There was a groan next to her ear, but she couldn't tell which one it was.
Hermione had squeezed her eyes shut as if she could block the feeling in her
nether regions out that way. It wasn't helping. She could feel how stretched
she was to accommodate them and in the next second a whimper slipped past her
lips when one shifted, starting to pull out only to thrust back in.
Her eyes slipped open when she felt both of them moving, lips parting to draw
in small breaths of air. The movements were slow, rhythmic and her grip on
Barty's shoulders only tightened when her hips moved down to meet them.
A groan came from her action and she turned her head just as Severus' lips met
Bartys' over her shoulder. The pit of her stomach felt warm as she watched
their lips meet repeatedly, never straying more than a breath apart before
locking back together. Teeth biting but never hard enough to draw blood from
the flesh. A tongue pushing into one's mouth only to slither back out.
Her breath grew heavy as she stared at them, eyelids fluttering so they were
momentarily out of her range of vision, and then that feeling from before
washed over her again. Her walls tightened and a moan fell from her lips as her
head fell back to rest on Severus' shoulder, just trying to catch her breath as
the effects of the orgasm rolled through her.
The hand still present in her hair pulled and she found her head turning to the
side, the air vanishing from her lungs when a mouth descended on hers. Severus'
tongue was pressing against her lips and she quickly opened her mouth for him,
moaning as he entered her, moving deep and pressing her own tongue down
whenever she crossed his path.
She could hear a soft suckling in her ears and became aware of another lips on
her neck a second later. Laving at the flesh to draw it into his mouth moments
later, sometimes nipping at the skin on her throat.
Then their hands were moving over her skin and she couldn't keep track of who
was who as her nipple was tugged between two fingers. Her other breast soon
covered by a hand that kneaded the flesh. A pair of fingers running up the back
of her thigh and sending a shiver through her body. She felt warm wherever
their hands touched her skin, as if she was on fire and throughout it all they
were thrusting into her, against eachother.
Hermione threw her head back, keening as a third orgasm washed over her, inner
walls impossibly slick.
Her eyelids were fluttering as she fought to get air back into her, as she
fought to listen to the two breathless voices at her ear. "I want to keep her."
Barty, she noted mentally.
"So do I."
"I think we wore the cub out."
There was a short laugh. "We overworked her. I didn't think it was possible."
"Perhaps we should go easy on her next time."
"Are you going to restrain yourself?" She found herself listening intently for
the answer to Snape's question.
"No." Her skin flushed.
"Then I highly doubt that goes to happen."
A moan left her when they withdrew from her and she slid down to the patch of
floor in-between them, her legs currently refusing to work.
"Is the cub sleepy?"
"Leave her alone, Barty."
"Why? She has enough energy for it."
"Muggleborns don't recover that fast."
She opened her eyes at those words, lifting her head to meet Barty's eyes
looking down at her. "I'm not sleepy."
That cheshire grin was directed at her again and she felt her skin warm beneath
his gaze now. She defiantly had the energy if he kept giving her that look.
"Good, because you made a mess. It's time you cleaned it up." A hand lowered,
fingers curling under her chin, directing her gaze to his cock. "Every last
drop."
Hermione raised herself to her knees, leaning up to lick along the underside of
the shaft, swirling her tongue over the skin as she set herself to work. Soon
enough she fell into a routine, licking up one side of his shaft to stop and
circle the head with her tongue before moving back down, making sure not to
miss a single centimeter of skin.
When she moved back, gasping, saliva trickling down her chin a hand was
suddenly in her hair and pulling her up to her feet. Lips closed over her own
and she was breathing heavily by the time Barty let up on her mouth. "Go to
your dorm, cub. I wouldn't want you to be late to class because of us."
Once she had enough air in her lungs she whispered, "Okay."
There was a murmur and she could feel fabric over her skin again. Without
looking back she left the room, knowing she would be back tomorrow night.
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