The Rules of Engagement

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Plans Made
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Monday evening, Hermione sat in her room, her head bent over a book. Her mind wasn’t really on her reading, for once. She was at least a week ahead in homework, so wasn’t worried about falling behind. Severus’ hasty exit last night still bothered her, she couldn’t get over the feeling she had said something wrong. But what it might have been, she didn’t know.

Sitting back from her desk with a yawn, Hermione glanced at the clock and decided what she really needed was a chat. Standing up, she opened the door to the Gryffindor common room and scanned those assembled for her prey. Then she spotted him, hunched down at the end of an overstuffed sofa reading, with a frown on his face.

“Neville ?” His eyes snapped up, then his cheeks colored slightly and he sat up straighter.

“Hermione. Hello.”

“You look as if you could use some help with that Potions reading.” She said, trying to give him a meaningful look.

“No, I was just . . . . .” Neville faltered as she shook her head imperceptibly. “Well, yeah . . . I could . . . . . a bit.”

“Good. We can go to my room so we won’t disturb anyone else.” She said, then helped him gather his books.

When they were settled in the Head Girl’s room, Neville looked at her guiltily. “Is everything alright ? We didn’t . . . . . leave anything here, did we ?” Hermione laughed at his unease.

“No, Nev. Everything was fine. Thanks for getting the elves to change the sheets.”

“Least we could do.” The tall Gryffindor said, looking away from her.

“I just wanted to know how the weekend went and I don’t know when I’ll get a chance to talk to Draco again.”

“Me neither. I had to give Harry his cloak back. He was getting suspicious, I think. He and Ron have been kidding me about sneaking out to see some Hufflepuff girl.”

“I can speak to them.” Hermione offered.

“NO ! For Merlin’s sake, it’s best they think that I’m seeing some girl.” Hermione sighed.

“Yes, I suppose so. So . . . . . tell me. Are you and Draco . . . . closer ?” Hermione curled her feet up underneath her, getting comfortable and watching Neville closely. His eyes widened.

“Hermione, I am not discussing such things with you.”

“I’m not asking for a blow by blow.” She stopped there, knowing it would embarrass him, and thoroughly enjoying it. “If you can’t talk to me about it, how can you talk to ?”

After a pause, Neville finally relented. “You have a point.” Then with a small smile said. “It was wonderful, actually. Believe it or not we just talked the first night. Well . . . . there might have been some kissing.”

Hermione felt a smile tug at her lips.

“It was the first really good talk I’ve had with Draco since we started seeing each other. We usually have to be so careful, I can never really relax and just enjoy being with him. But here . . . . . we had all the time in the world.” A smile came to his face and a light of love twinkled in his eyes. Hermione was envious. How wonderful it must be to be in love.

“I take it neither of can can approach a unicorn anymore.” She said with a grin.

Neville turned bright red, but then turned a sly smile to her. “No, we most definitely cannot.”

Hermione sighed. “I’m happy for you.”

“How was your weekend with the Professor ?”

“Good.” She said evasively. Her friend looked at her more closely.

“Just good ?” Then he had a devilish grin. “Anymore snogging ?” It was then Hermione’s turn to blush profusely.

“Umm, yeah . . . . . you could say that.” Hermione watched as understanding registered on Neville’s face and his mouth dropped open slightly.

“You mean . . . .? You . . . . and Professor Snape . . . . ?”

“It just . . . . sort of . . . . . happened.”

“How the ruddy hell does that ‘just happen’ ?”

“I . . . . we . . . . just got carried away. I was thanking him for the engagement ring and well . . . .. ..”

Neville had a look of concern on his face. “He didn’t . . . . . force his attentions on you, did you ?”rmiormione had to laugh.

“Believe me, if anything it was the other way around.” She said. He looked shockeden cen curious.

“You mean you ‘wanted’ to shag the Professor ?” He asked unbelievingly.

“Yes, I really wanted to shag Severus, such as it was.” Hermione said before thinking. Her fellow Gryffindor got a nasty smirk on his face.

“Didn’t quite ‘catch the snitch’, did he ?” As euphemisms went, she found this to be one of the more tasteless.

“Yes, he ‘caught the snitch’ just fine, cheering crowds and all, Severus is very passionate. I think I just would have a liked a bit more exploring. I don’t have much experience. Can I ask you something, as a man?”

“Sure, Mione.” Neville said carefully.

“Do men often . . . . . talk during . . . ? Hermione asked. His face turned thoughtful. After his initial embarrassment, Neville warmed right up to the subject.

“Well . . . . I don’t, not so far anyway. Draco tells me if something feels good. Do you mean he was carrying on a conversation ?”

“No, don’t be silly. He kept repeating a few different words.” She said. Neville leaned towards her, as if they might be overheard.

“What did he say ?”

“You have to swear not to tell anyone else and that includes Draco.”

“I swear, I’m just curious. What did he say ?” Neville’s face was intent, his eyes wide and Hermione felt her cheeks begin to flush. Whether with embarrassment or recollection, she wasn’t certain.

“Well . . . . He repeated my name a few times and ‘so soft’ and . . . . . . he kept saying ‘mine’.”

“Oh.” Nev said, appearing almost disappointed. “I thought maybe he was whispering rude things in your ear. That doesn’t sound so bad.”

“It wasn’t. It’s just . . . . well, Danny never talked during, not that there was much time for talking, mind you.” She laughed. “I guess I’m a bit anxious. Severus is older and more experienced.”

“I’m sure even Professor Snape wouldn’t mind tutoring you on the subject of sex.” Neville laughed. Hermione sighed.

“He won’t sleep with me again until we’re married.”

“Little late for him to pull the ‘old fashioned wedding’ bit, isn’t it ?”

“He doesn’t want me to get pregnant yet.” Then Hermione explained about her medical issues and why they could not use a charm or potion.

“There are other forms of contraceptives, Mione. I would have thought as a muggle born you would have thought of them.” He said. She furrowed her brow.

“What do you mean ?” She asked.

“We’ve been going over them in Muggle Studies. Some women use something called an IUD, but since you only have a couple of months and I think you would have to see a muggle doctor, so that’s out. But you could use prophylactics, they should be easy to get.”

“Prophyl . . . . oh, you mean condoms.” She took a breath and looked into the young man’s face. “Neville, that’s brilliant !! I never thought of that.” Then her enthusiasm dimmed as realization caught up. “But how am I going to get any. It’s not as if Madam Promfrey keeps them in stock.”

“You could pop out to a muggle chemists on Saturday.”

“Well yes, but . . . oh . . . . . .Saturday is the full moon.”

“I can look in on Professor Lupin for you. You should probably take Ron or Harry with you.”

“Not Ron ! I would never live down the jokes he would come up with.”

“Good point.”

“But Harry . . . . . He’s familiar with muggle things. I’ll ask him.” She said. “Thank you, Neville. You’ve been very helpful.” The tall Gryffindor gathered his things together.

“You’re welcome, anytime. It was nice finally having someone to talk to. I see why Draco is so fond of you.”

Hermione said goodnight and closed the door after Neville. It made perfect sense, why hadn’t she thought of it ? Tomorrow she would have to corner Harry. Might be best not to tell him what they are buying until they get there though. Harry was still easily embarrassed ~+~ ~+~

Hermione made her way after lunch slowly down to the dungeons and Advanced Potions class Tuesday, after Harry had agreed to go shopping with her on Saturday. She had left the boys in the Great Hall, as they were having an in-depth conversation on the virtues of dung bombs over wizard firecrackers. The conversation was too dull and she had far too much on her mind to stomach it. The fact was becoming painfully obvious that she no longer fit in with her peers, not that she ever truly had, but she just felt so . . . . . old now.

Sighing as she descended the stairs, thoughts of Severus surfaced, worries really. They had not talked since his hurried exit on Sunday afternoon. They had hardly even made eye contact in the Great Hall, which she sorely missed. Hermione reflected in her thoughts, just how far she had come. From considering marrying Severus and not allowing him to touch her, to aching for his touch. It was lust, she told herself. She was a teenage girl, after all and he was an older man, authority figure, experienced, other men might make her feel this way also. It was simply that the Potions Master was brave enough to stand between Malfoy and herself. And that he had wanted her, she reminded herself. Severus Snape’s passion could be as ferocious as his anger, and as hard to forget.

Rounding the corner, Hermione was a little disappointed to see Pansy and Millicent standing in the doorway of the Potions classroom. She had hoped to have a few minutes alone with Severus before class. With a small sigh, she greeted the Slytherin girls.

“Pansy. Millicent.”

“If you’re looking for your fiancé, he isn’t here yet.” Pansy said with a grin and Millicent laughed.

“No, I just had to get away from the boys for a while.”

“Isn’t that the truth.” Millicent piped up. She certainly had not been thought a beauty her first few years at Hogwarts, but Millicent Bulstrode had developed curves many of the young men from all houses found it hard to ignore. The Slytherin girl would never make it onto the cover a muggle magazine, but Millie never appeared to want for male company.

“Quidditch ?” Pansy asked, referring to the boys conversation.

“A bit better than that, dung bombs and firecrackers.” All three girls giggled knowingly.

“Slightly more interesting. And speaking of interesting . . . . . . how did the weekend go with Professor Snape ?” Millie asked with a bounce of her eyebrows.

“Good.” Hermione said noncommittally, she wasn’t sure how comfortable she was discussing her love life with the other girls. They were friendly enough now, but old paranoias die hard.

“Just ‘good’, Granger ? Come on. You must have a few more juicy details than that. Is the Professor a good snogger ?” Pansy asked warming up to the topic. Hermione’s brain took a mental step back as she wondered why a lesbian was so interested in the kissing ability of a man.

Hermione let a smirk come to her face. “Very good, actually.”

“I knew it.” Millie said excitement. “Did you get to do more than snogging ?” Hermione was about to answer.

“Ladies.” A silky irritated voice called from the room. All three girl’s eyes widened as they realized they had been caught. “Miss Bulstrode, I believe you have a class to get to. Miss Parkinson, Miss Granger, kindly come in and take your seats.”

Hermione turned to look up into Severus’ face, but it was locked in a perfect neutral as he watched the two girls sit down. She felt a tugging at her racing heart as she watched him sit behind his desk and begin to read. After class, she promised herself. After class she would have a talk with him and find out what it was she had said wrong the other night.

Class proceeded much as usual. Harry and Justin seemed to be doing well, as Hermione looked at the station in front of hers and Ron’s. But today Neville appeared to be having problems, which was unusual, his potions skills had improved greatly in the last couple of years. But today he was having a hard time keeping his mind on his work and his eyes off of the blonde haired Slytherin across the room.

“Mr. Longbottom.” Hermione jumped at Severus’ booming voice.

“Yes, Professor ?”

“What color should the smoke from your potion be ?” The dark man demanded as he stood with his arms crossed.

“Um . . . . . . white ?” Neville answered, Hermione groaned internally.

“There should not be any smoke rising from your potion, Mr. Longbottom. Your flame is too high.” As she watched, the Professor’s eyes flitted around the classroom and came to rest on a pair of smoky blue eyes.

“Do you find something humorous, Mr. Malfoy ?” Severus snapped. Draco’s brow furrowed.

“No, sir.”

“Well in the interest of self preservation and because Miss Granger is managing to keep Mr. Weasley from exploding his cauldron, you will move your things to Mr. Longbottom’s table. Perhaps you will manage to keep him from killing us all.” Severus said, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“But, sir . . . . “

“Mr. Malfoy, I do not wish to hear your protestations. You will move your things at once or suffer the lose of house points.” The Professor snapped. Draco dutifully gathered his things and moved to the station behind Ron next to Neville.

“Now, with that safeguard in place, you have exactly 45 minutes to finish your potions and turn them in. Proceed.” Severus went back to sit behind his desk.

Hermione had her head down in the pretext of reading instructions in her text book, but really it was to hide the smile on her face. In one fell swoop, Severus had moved Draco to a place where he could talk with his boyfriend and where she could speak quietly with her best friend, where others couldn’t hear. Looking behind her, she saw Neville cover Draco’sd ind in affectionate way. Meeting Draco’s eye, she raised a brow indicating they should get to work. His eyes gleamed in that familiar way, then he set about righting Neville’s potion.

After Severus had summoned a house elf to take Hermione’s potion to Dumbledore, she sat back and waited for the rest of the class to finish. The rooowlyowly emptied. Hermione told Ron and Harry she was staying behind, so they went back to the common room without her.

“Professor Snape.” Draco said as he approached the teacher’s desk.

“Well, Mr. Malfoy. We all seem to have survived. I believe I will make that a permanent reassignment.”

“Sir, may I speak with you ?” Draco insisted. There were still a few students milling around, so the Professor showed the young Slytherin into his office.

Hermione waited all all the other students to leave, then she went to the office door and opened it in time to see Draco and Severus shaking hands. Draco smiled at her on his way out the door. Severus was looking at her warily as she closed the door behind her.

“That was a wonderful thing you did.”

“As I told Mr. Malfoy, it was completely selfish on my part.” He crossed his arms and leaned back on his desk, but it was a casual pose. Hermione set down her book bag and smiled at him.

“Why can’t you just admit you did something nice ?” She asked. He quirked an eyebrow at her.

“I . . . am not . . . ‘nice’.” To which Hermione laughed, then they stared at each other for a moment. She was painfully aware they were alone and neither of them expected anywhere for an hour or so. As she looked at him, his eyes grew darker and shone with an inner light. The moment was broken, when she took a step closer. Severus straightened and went around to sit behind his desk, leaving the chair in front for Hermione.

“Was there something I could help you with ?” He asked, all business again. His cool manner was beginning to rankle her. It was as if he wanted to deny having any feelings for her. They were alone. It was not as if she were trying to sit on his lap in the Great Hall, though that was a pleasantly naughty thought.

“I’d like to talk, if you aren’t too busy at the moment.” He laced his fingers together resting his hands on the old oak surface and gazed back at her evenly.

“As long as you stay on that side of the desk, you may talk about whatever you like.” He said. Hermione looked him over, then back into his eyes.

“Alright.” She said slowly. “First, you left your cloak in my room and unless you meant to leave it as a new bed for Crookshanks, I suggest you come by after dinner tonight and get it. He has taken a liking to it.”

After a distinct pause Severus said. “Could you not return to my office ?”

“I could, if you prefer. I only thought it might not look good if I am seen returning pieces of clothing you have left in my room.” She said with a smirk.

“I see your point.” He looked down at his hands for a moment, then looked back up. “I will come to your room after dinner. Was there something else ?”

“Are you angry with me ?” Hermione asked. Severus’ brow furrowed and he blinked a few times.

“No. I am not angry with you. Why would you think such a thing ?”“The“The other night you left in such a hurry, I thought I had said something to anger you.”

Severus got a sad look in his eyes and sighed deeply, while his gaze returned to his hands. Hermione felt bad for him.

“You don’t have to tell me anything you don’t want to,” She started. “ but please tell me if I upset, so, so I won’t bring it up again.”

“You did nothing to upset me, Hermione. There is something . . . . . . something that happened a long time ago, I need to tell you. But not yet.” His dark eyes looked up and pinned her in place. “Can you understand ?” She nodded her head and let it go.

“I also wondered if you have worked on your list for the ceremony.” She asked, changing the subject.

“No, not as yet.”

“Can you think about it during dinner ? We need to come up with a final count quickly because all the other arrangements depend upon it.” She saw a smile play at the corner of his lips.

“Yes, dear.” He said, making Hone one laugh.

“That is not funny. Please ?”

“Alright then, I will think about it at dinner.”

“Bring your list with you tonight and we’ll hash out a final tally.” Hermione stood and picked up a book bag ready to head out the door.

“Hermione ?” Severus called, then stood and walked over to her. He stood staring at her for several moments, looking unsure of what he wanted to say. Finally he leaned down and kissed her softly on the cheek. She said goodbye, then went out the door.


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Severus breathed a sigh of relief when his office door closed. After questioning his feelings about Hermione, the effect of her presence had left little doubt that he loved her. Her nearness made him ache to hold her, but he knew where that would lead. He told himself he should be happy. Soon they would be bound and could be together whenever they liked, yet that too worried him. All too soon, the novelty of being with him would wear off, and the reality would set in.

Would Hermione hate him eventually ? Or resent him for taking her youth ? He shook his head, these thoughts were of no use. They were engaged, they would be wed and that was that. They had already become closer than he could have hoped for. She did desire him, at least for now and he loved her. She wanted to have his child and that would always be a common bond between them. The idea of watching Hermione grow large with his child within her, brought a warm feeling to his chest and a smile to his lips. He hoped their chiouldould be blessed with her looks.

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After dinner, Severus made his way to the Head Girl’s room. Hermione had left the Great Hall sometime ago. Severus had stayed behind to make sure Lupin was eating. The potion was becoming less effective as the moon grew larger and Severus was becoming concerned. They may never have been friends before, but they were at least civil to one another now. And Severus was finding it pleasant to have a wizard his age to talk to and he’d be damned if some mystery illness was going to take that away from him.

Hermione opened her door and smiled at him, causing his heart to skip a beat. How could there of ever been a time he didn’t love her ?

“I saw you talking with Remus as I was leaving. How is he doing ?” She said after closing the door. Severus turned to face her, when a ball of ginger fur caught his eye.

“What is that beast doing ?” Severus said with distaste. That animal of hers had apparently pulled his cloak down from it’s hanging place and was curled up asleep in the middle of it. At his question, one feline eye opened and looked at him challengingly.

“I told you Crooks had taken to sleeping on it. No matter how many times I put it back, I always find it on the floor. I think he likes your smell.” Hermione said with the beginnings of a grin playing on her lips. The little beast raised it’s head and sneezed at her comment. It then stood, raised it’s tail and began to let out a spray of urine onto the black wool.

“Crooks ! No!” Hermione yelled. Severus drew his wand and shot blue sparks at the ball of fur causing it to run under the bed.

“More like he is trying to replace my smell with his own.” Severus said, then performed a couple of cleaning charms, re-hung the cloak and put a spell on it so only his hand could remove it from it’s hook. He turned back when he heard Hermione giggling.

“You think he sees you as a threat to his territory ? What will the two of you do when you live together ?” She said. Severus’ eyes widened and darted to the space hissing under the bed.

“You mean . . . . . you are bringing . . . . that . . . . . monstrosity, into my chambers ?”

“I thought they were going to be ‘our’ chambers ? You’ll get used to each other. Crookshanks is really sweet, when you get to know him.” She said. Severus glared at the green eyes peering at him from under the bed and doubted whether he and the ball of fur would ever get along.

“Come and sit down. You were going to tell me how Remus is doing.” They settled together on the couch in front of her fire. Severus noticed he was almost beginning to feel comfortable here. “Is he getting worse ?”

“As the full moon approaches, I have been giving him a more potent version of his daily potion, but he is still slipping. I am concerned how he will fair after this transformation.”

“Has your research turned up anything ?” Hermione asked. Severus sighed and drug a hand through his hair.

“My research has turned up a profuse amount of information. That is, as long as I want to know how to become a werewolf, how to kill a werewolf, how to use various werewolf parts in potions or how to stuff one and put it on permanent display.” He said disgustedly.

“Apparently, the wizard community does not care for the welfare of werewolves. Aren’t they considered a magical creature ?” Hermione asked.

“No, they are not. I am sad to say they have fewer rights than a house elf.” Severus said. Hermione placed a delicate hand on his arm and he looked her in the eye.

“You should not be taking all this on by yourself. Let Remus and I help.”

“Lupin needs to conserve his energy. When I say this will be a bad transformation, I mean very bad. If he were not taking a potion, I do not know that he would survive.” They stared at each other as the full impact of that statement took hold.

“Thank you, for helping him. Perhaps I should cancel my plans for Saturday.”

“What were you going to do Saturday ?”

“I was going to leave the castle and do some shopping.”

“Hermione, Lucius is still a threat.”

“I know, that’s why Harry was going to go with me. But if Remus is that ill, maybe I shouldn’t go.” Hermione said, her eyes looking sad. Severus felt a jolt of jealousy hit him in his stomach. Did she care that much for the wolf ? More than she did for him ? He didn’t like the possibility, but he didn’t like the disappointed look on his fiancé’s face either.

“I will watch over him, if you like.” The offer laid there between them. She stared at him, he supposed because the offer had been made with a less than enthusiastic tone.

“You wouldn’t mind ?”

“I said I would do it.” He let out in a huff. A gentle smile appeared on her face and she leaned over and kissed him. Soft, moist and all too brief.

“You’re starting to like him, just a little, aren’t you ?” Did he ? Yes, he supposed he did. Remus was being a friend to him, if ever he had one. So his concern for the werewolf’s health was a purely selfish one.

“He is . . . . . tolerable.” A statement which made Hermione laugh for some inexplicable reason.

“You two discuss the good old days ? Listen to Motorhead albums together ?” She said with a giggle.

“And how do you even know who Motorhead is ?”

“Let’s see . . . . I bet you listened to Judas Priest and The Wolverine 5, too.” She grinned at him. Motorhead and Judas Priest she might know as they were muggle bands, but The Wolverine 5 was a wizard metal band of the late 70’s.

“How in the world do you even know about The Wolverine 5 ?”

“Seamus loves listening to metal from the 70’s a0’s.0’s. Usually at rather high volumes.”

“I listened more to Jethro Tull, Pink Floyd and Queen.”

“Queen ? Really ? I wouldn’t have taken you for a Queen fan.” She said, curling her feet underneath her and getting comfortable. Severus too, turned towards her, bringing a knee up onto the couch.

“Oh yes. I met Freddie once.” He said with pride.

“You . . . met Freddie Mercury ?”

“Well do not sound as if it were impossible, he was a wizard you know.” She sat up straighter, her eyes going wide.

“Freddie . . . . .was a wizard ?”

“You do not think any muggle could have hit all those notes, do you ?” Severus enjoyed seeing Hermione speechless for once.

“I had no idea.” She finally stuttered out. He laughed softly, then brushed a bit of hair off her face. Talking about the music of his youth made him feel young again, as did sitting with the young woman next to him. But then thinking about that time and being young made him think of Aubrey. It must have shown on his face, because a small cool harazerazed his cheek. Looking into the depths of Hermione warm brown eyes, he wondered how he could ever tell her, ever make her understand.

“Hermione . . . . there is something I should tell you.” He did not get to speak further as one of her fingers sealed his lips.

“No, not now. You will tell me when you’re ready. I’ll be here.” She said, then took her finger away. Gratitude overwhelmed him, an emotion he did not feel often. It made him love her even more. In a slow, purposeful movement, he bent and captured her lips, slowly exploring her taste and texture. She responded to him, fitting her body against him. Having Hermione in his arms was intoxicating, he was drunk on her desire and his own. Holding her head more firmly, he deepened the kiss, wanting to show her the depth of the emotions he could not speak. She moaned and fought him for control of the kiss, which he happily relented. Suddenly she pushed at his shoulders and broke the kiss. He was irritated and about to snap at her.

“Severus . . . . stop. If you want me to keep that promise, then stop now.” Hermione’s eyes pleaded with him, but he was not sure whether she was desperate for him to stop or continue. A grin came to his face when he realized it was just as hard for her to stop as it was for him. That was enough to put his lust in check, for the moment, at least.

“I should say goodnight.” Severus spoke softly, running his fingers down her cheek.

“Damn.” She said with a breathy laugh. “I had hoped you would change your mind.”

Severus shook his head. “No.” He said, then placed a small kiss on the tip of her nose. He stood up and retrieved his cloak. Hermione accompanied him to the door.

“Oh, I almost forgot. Do you have your list for the ceremony ?” She asked. Severus reached into his pocket and removed a small piece of parchment and handed it to her. She looked at the few names on the list, then looked back at him with a raised eyebrow.

“Goodnight, my dear.” He said and noticed her eyes sparkled at the endearment.

“Goodnight, Severus.” She said. He then opened the door and stepped into the hallway. As he walked back to his rooms, he thought about what a near miss that was with Hermione. But she had been strong and stopped the encounter before it could progress any farther. Or had she just been pushing him away ? No, he thought as he licked his lips, she had wanted him. A smile embedded itself firmly on his face and for the moment he didn’t even care if a student saw it.

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I finished my drinknkinnking it must nearly be time. I took one of the large shams off the bed and placed it on the floor a few feet from the end of the bed. There I knelt, waiting, looking submissively at the floor.

I heard the door knob turn, then saw feet coming in out of the corner of my eye. All black button up boots, Severus, I thought excitedly. Lucius closed the door and stood near it. Severus walked around me in a slow circle, taking in my naked form.

“Stand, Gwenndolyn.” Severus said. I immediately stood, looking down at the floor. “Eyes up, please. I want to have a look at the girl that taunted me for so long.” Inside I smiled, but I wouldn’t show it to them.

“She’s quite beautiful.” Lucius said coming up behind me and reaching around to grab one of my breasts with his still gloved hand. “I’ve been after her for the longest time, but it would seem my charms alone were not enough, Severus. She wouldn’t even consider visiting here until I told her you were coming.”

Severus stood to my side still contemplating me. I could see he had already taken off his trade mark blacttontton up greatcoat and was wearing a loose white shirt open at the neck, revealing part of his chest. I could feel the heat coming off of him onto my bare skin.

“You are going to pay for the way you teased me, Gwenndolyn.” Severus said calmly.

“Severus,” Lucius admonished, “how can you threaten such a lovely creature.t bet being close to you makes her tremble. Feel her other breast, how it quivers.”

“She spent her last four years at Hogwarts making my life a nightmare. I was having to visit the brothel in Hogsmeade nearly every weekend.” Severus cupped my breast squeezing it and pinching the nipple roughly. “Gwenndolyn cost me a wealth of galleons.” Lucius chuckled.

“Well I’ve never been so fortunate, she has always kept me at a distance. Not tonight. I wish to take full advantage.” Lucius ran his gloved hand down my stomach and between my legs.

“Wait, Lucius.” Severus said, “I mean for her to begging to be released before we’re finished.” Lucius came around to sit on the bed where he could watch.
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