The Price was Right

Severus stood in Narcissa’s opulent dining room and sipped at his glass of chilled champagne. It was a surprisingly good bottle. He looked around. It had been quite some time since he had been here and not all of his memories of the room were pleasant ones.



Narcissa gazed at him. He looked incredibly handsome. It was obvious to her he had made an effort and her eyes lingered on his crotch. It wouldn’t be long until she could finally see what he had been keeping from her and her cunt was wet with anticipation. She stepped towards him slowly as he stood in front of the open window, the cool air freshening the room.



‘It is good to have you here, old friend. It has been far too long,’ she purred.



‘Indeed. Although I am curious. You have not yet told me the tasks you wish me to carry out. You have paid for my services, after all.’ Severus looked at Narcissa closely.



He could see that she had dressed for him tonight. Her long blonde hair shone and her midnight blue satin gown left nothing to the imagination.Her breasts were pushed upwards and almost tumbled from their confines and the silky swathe of fabric gathered in her crotch as she walked. He could tell she wasn’t wearing any underwear and if it had been Hermione in the dress, he would have been unable to resist. As it was, Narcissa left him cold. He didn’t trust her one bit and he watched her eyes carefully as she responded.



‘I have no tasks for you, Severus. Unless you can call dinner with an old friend a task,’ she smiled at him, her blue eyes bright, her tongue licking her lower lip suggestively.



Severus stepped away from the window and walked towards the fireplace, leaning against the mantle.



‘You need to know, Narcissa, I am no longer a free agent. I would not wish for you to embarrass yourself this evening.’ He stared at her, his black eyes glinting a little dangerously.



‘Not the Mudblood, Severus, surely?’ Narcissa raised her eyebrows in mock surprise.



She had known as soon as she saw him carry Hermione from the Great Hall that he was fucking the witch. She was no match for this Malfoy, however.



Severus gritted his teeth and glared at Narcissa, ignoring her question. He refused to discuss Hermione with her; she was too precious to be sullied by her tongue.



There was silence as they stared at each other and the atmosphere was decidedly frosty. A house elf appeared with a sharp ‘pop’ and announced that dinner would be served momentarily.



Narcissa smiled at Severus.



‘Let’s not fight. Sit, please…’ she gestured to the end of the table and Severus slid smoothly into a carver chair as she sat in the seat beside him.



Narcissa filled their glasses again as the first course appeared. They ate in silence for a moment until she looked at him again.



‘I wanted to thank you, Severus,’ Narcissa paused, laying her fork down and observing him slowly, ‘for Draco. Now Lucius is gone… Draco is all I have.’ Her eyes filled with false tears and Severus smirked.



‘I did what I had to do, Narcissa, as you well know.’



They continued to eat in silence, unaware that they were being watched.



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Hermione stood by the open window and strained to catch their words as they spoke.

She had felt a rush of love for Severus when he had told Narcissa he was taken and a fresh spike of hate at her calling her a Mudblood. They were eating and not talking now. Hermione could tell that Severus was just going through the motions and wanted to get away as quickly as possible. She started to relax and berated herself. She should have just trusted him. She relaxed and resolved to just watch and wait.



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Dessert had arrived, a chocolate mousse decorated with fresh flakes of bitter orange and chocolate. Severus had to admit, the meal had been superb.



‘The food has been delicious, Narcissa. My compliments.’ He murmured as he devoured his mousse.



Narcissa smiled and raised her champagne to him in a silent toast. Her smile turned to a smirk. It wouldn’t be long now.



Severus stared at his dessert in shock and put down his spoon. He was starting to feel hot and beads of perspiration were standing on his top lip. Loosening his collar a little, he glared at Narcissa, his face taking on an evil sneer.



‘Not very subtle, Narcissa… not subtle at all…’ he gasped and unfastened his coat, pushing his chair away from the table, his hands clutching at the tablecloth.



‘Ways and means, Severus. If you won’t let me seduce you the old fashioned way, I have to adapt. No bezoar tonight, then, old friend? You are slipping… ‘ She laughed throatily, her eyes bright as she watched him.



‘I was stupid… I thought…’ Severus moaned softly, ‘I could trust you…’



Narcissa pulled her wand from her cleavage and moved Severus and his chair further away from the table. With a flick, his wrists were tied to the arms of the chair with tight, black silk bindings and the buttons of his shirt flew open, leaving him in the chair with his chest bared. Narcissa’s eyes followed the trail of dark hair that lead to Severus’s crotch and her eyes widened with delighted surprise.



‘Oh Severus…,’ she purred, ‘Is that for me?’



Severus groaned as he looked downwards. His trousers were tented with his throbbing erection and his desperate need for release was starting to cloud his mind. He forced himself to close his eyes and not look at her and cursed himself. How could he have been so stupid?



Narcissa walked towards him and bent to brush his lips with hers. Severus sighed and was unable to control his own body. He opened his mouth and allowed her to slip her tongue inside, repulsed with himself as he did so but his blood was boiling with desire. Narcissa put her hand on his cock and stroked the length with her fingers and Severus jerked in the chair, moaning and biting his lip.



‘NO!!!’ He cried hoarsely, furious with himself and disgusted with his cock for being so unfaithful. Severus was thinking about Hermione. What the hell could he tell her now?



‘But you want to, old friend… Look at you! Your cock needs me…. Lets see how much….,’



Narcissa was dripping juices down her legs and wanted him inside her. She flicked her wand and Severus’s fly flew open, his traitorous penis proud and upright in front of her. She gasped as she stared at him.



‘Very impressive, Severus… such a shame to waste it on the Mudblood, don’t you think?’



She was on her knees and wrapped her slim, pale fingers around him as Severus tried to jerk away from her.



‘Narcissa… don’t… please, I’m begging you’ Severus was desperate. He knew if her lips touched him, he would be lost. The lust potion was sending him mad.



‘But you want to, Severus.. and so does he…’ Narcissa licked her lips and bent to take his purpling head in her mouth.



Narcissa Malfoy, however, never did know the taste of Severus Snape’s impressively large cock.



‘PETRIFICUS TOTALUS!’



A blinding flash of red light hit Narcissa squarely between her shoulder blades at very close range and Severus gasped as he looked up to see Hermione, no longer disillusioned and obviously furious, her hair streaming behind her in waves from the force of her spell. Hermione glared at him for a second and the turned her attention to Narcissa. Raising her wand again, she murmured and lifted her stiff body, still in its kneeling position and moved her ungracefully away from Severus. Hermione walked with Narcissa to the end of the room and bound her tightly to a chair.



‘Ennervate,’ she whispered quietly, followed by ‘Langlock’.



Severus watched in amazement as Hermione rendered Narcissa speechless using one of his own spells. Narcissa started to snarl at her and jerked at her bindings, trying to get out of her chair.



‘Oh no, Narcissa. You aren’t going anywhere… however, since you have kindly given Severus such an effective potion, it would be such a shame for it to go to waste, don’t you think? And as a small treat,’ Hermione smirked, ‘ I’ll let you watch…’





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Whoo hoo!!! Go Hermione!!! Lemons...coming up!