The legacy of the Diary

A/N Ok - here is the long awaited chapter 27 - the threesome - don\'t read on if you\'re easily offended.
Oh - and I know I should have put this in every post - but thanks JKR for the loan of your great characters - I\'m just playing - you can have them back soon!

Legacy of the diary
By Luciusfan

Chapter 27 – Happy Halloween

Hermione spun round to look at Lucius, with her back to Severus, who pulled her to his chest in a protective gesture, placing his hands round her waist. Hermione stared transfixed on the glowing blond wizard.

Lucius had donned his favourite black leather trousers for the occasion and teamed them with black leather boots and a black linen shirt open to almost half way down his torso. His hair was tied up in its distinctive ponytail with a black velvet ribbon and he carried his cane and cloak in a black leather gloved hand.

He pulled his gloves off slowly and cast them, with his cloak, onto the chaise longue.
“Severus.” He nodded, acknowledging his opponent.

“Malfoy.” Severus spat back.

“Lucius, please. I do think first names are called for on such an occasion. Don’t you Hermione?” With that he fixed Hermione with an icy and accusing stare. Had she broken their agreement to stay away from Snape?

He dropped the serpent head of his cane and took a step forward; he was within a metre of the pair but came no closer. Instead he reached forward with his cane, its silver top touching the inside of Hermione’s ankle.

Slowly he drew the cold metal up Hermione’s leg; she could almost feel it leaving an icy trail as it rose, lifting her dress with it. Involuntarily she stepped her feet apart, spreading her legs, allowing the snake access higher up the inside of her thigh, then let out a soft moan as she felt the cold metal touch her intimately. Lucius could feel he had reached his goal and nestling the snake head into her rapidly moistening cleft he raised the other end of the cane to view her. Severus’ grip tightened on her waist, a slight anger rising in him.

Lucius rewarded Hermione and the view she was giving him with a smirk.

“No underwear? – good girl!”

He twisted his cane as he withdrew it, and Hermione caught her breath as the snake’s teeth grazed her delicate tissue. She was angered by his arrogance, but the glistening traces of herself she had left on the silver betrayed her arousal.


Lucius swung the serpent head up to his face and closed his eyes as he took in her scent from the top of his cane, pulling the velvet ribbon from his hair as he did so and releasing the silver tresses onto his black clad body.

“I think we’re ready to begin…”

“…looking forward to this Miss Granger?” His tone was icy.

“I…yes.” Hermione breathed.

“Ah, very compliant is she not Severus? You wouldn’t happen to have anything to do with that now would you?”

Snape bristled, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Very well.”

Placing his cane on a nearby side table, Lucius untucked his shirt then pulled it over his head revealing his perfectly toned chest. Hermione watched as his hair pulled upwards by his shirt, cascaded once again over his shoulders like a silver waterfall.
Carefully Lucius draped the shirt over the back of the piece of furniture before reaching unobserved into the pocket of his cloak from where he withdrew a small crystal bottle.
He turned to face them and immediately Severus and Hermione saw what he held.

“No!” They chorused their objections and immediately Hermione realised her mistake as Severus released her and spun her round to face him.

“Hermione?” His face was pleading, knowing that this meant she had not taken the potion.

“I’m sorry, Severus, I couldn’t.”

Lucius beamed with realisation. “So Severus, you just couldn’t resist a little potion then? I’m glad at least that Hermione had more sense. No oil?” He continued, “Very well then, I’m sure I don’t need it tonight anyway.” His expression was supremely confident and with a quick incantation the oil bottle grew into a frosted champagne bottle which Lucius deftly opened.

Eager to be part of things, Severus summoned three glasses and held them as Lucius poured the glistening bubbles.

“A toast?” Lucius held up his glass and the two professors joined him. “To us?”

Hermione and Severus did not join him in speaking the toast, but silently and sombrely sipped their glasses. Lucius threw back almost a whole glass before taking Hermione’s glass from her and sitting the two glasses down on the table beside the chaise longue.

“My dear, it has been too long.” He purred before pulling Hermione towards him. She thought he was moving to kiss her, but at the last minute his lips made for her neck and she felt a sucking and nuzzling, beginning at her throat and working round to just beneath her ear. Severus’ knuckles were white, gripping the stem of his champagne glass as he watched the pair. Finally he knocked back the entire glass and placing it with the other two glasses approached Hermione from behind and began to kiss her neck from the other side.

The room seemed to Hermione to get even blacker as her whole consciousness centred on the feeling of lips on her neck. It felt wonderful.
She closed her eyes and the two pairs of lips became a dozen, nipping and licking and softly kissing. She felt skilful hands release further buttons on her dress as one wizard began to kiss her chest.

Gradually Hermione realised that she could no longer feel her feet, she was floating on euphoria, the feeling of having two wizards simultaneously kissing her was so intense. Suddenly her eyelids began to flutter as her legs buckled beneath her and four hands held her and carried her over to the bed. What was happening?

She felt the cool smooth silk sheets under her as four hands working as one undressed her and pulled the green dress from her body. Lucius’ leather trousers, straining with desire, pushed against her as he lifted her torso upright upright and began kissing her full on the mouth. She could feel Severus behind her unfastening her bra and reaching round as her swelling breasts tumbled out. He began to stroke and knead and Hermione felt a familiar warm ache fill her loins. Almost in answer Lucius reached a hand down teasing and pulling the soft curls before slipping a finger inside her.

Severus’ hands continued to work on her breasts, while his mouth kissed her shoulder and collar bone, Lucius’ thumb began to rub rhythmically across her clitoris, as his finger, then two fingers, slid in and out of her blossoming flesh all the while his mouth kissing hers hungrily.

Lucius could stand it no more, he wanted her so much, and broke off his kissing and probing to kick off his boots and remove his leather trousers. His cock rose proudly as the restraints were removed.

But Severus had taken his chance and lying on the bed he had pulled Hermione on top of him and kissed her wildly as his hands explored her rounded breasts, hips and buttocks. Still trousered, he too was becoming frustrated, but he did not need to wait long as Hermione broke off the kiss and straddling him she worked her way down to his trousers. Carefully she unfastened each button of the fly and finally grasped her prize. Severus moaned with pleasure as her mouth descended on him and he felt the back of her throat while her tongue ran up and down the length of his shaft.

Severus still in her mouth, Hermione felt Lucius return to her from behind. As she concentrated on pleasuring the wizard below her she could feel the one behind her lifting and spreading her thighs before she felt his tongue enter glistening body, one hand kneading her buttock, the other teasing her swollen clitoris. She could feel the need in her body rise. She had to have him in her.

He continued to tease her, his tongue darting in and out of her and she felt a sense of urgency mount as she worked away at the phallus in her mouth, sucking and massaging. She felt her body began to quiver and was about to raise her head to beg Lucius to stop.

Almost on cue, Lucius’ tongue withdrew and she felt him climb up onto the bed. Severus’ groans of pleasure mixed with her own as she felt the blond wizard gently sliding into her inviting body.
Simultaneously she felt one penis hit against her cervix as the other slammed into the back of her throat. Her hands, propping herself up grasped frantically at the silk sheets.

After a few minutes of thrusting, Lucius began to feel Hermione tighten her muscles around him. He could not let her reach a climax yet, and he certainly couldn’t afford to be finished so soon. Reluctantly he withdrew, and as he did, her back arched and her head came up in a scream.

Oh gods! She had been on the brink of a tumultuous orgasm when Lucius pulled out of her. She spun round to face him, abandoning Severus and, kneeling face to face, began to kiss Lucius feverishly. To be at a better height for her, Lucius slipped back off the edge of the high bed and Hermione wrapped her arms around his neck as he stood kissing her. Behind her Severus quickly rid himself of his boots and trousers. Now the only garments between the three of them were the suspenders and stockings that Hermione still wore.

Severus was fuming; ‘he’ was kissing her again! Grasping her rear end as she knelt on the bed, he lifted her and entered her roughly. Hermione began to think that this was turning into a painful bloody duel after all when she realised how much she was enjoying the exquisite agony.

“Oh yes!” She cried out, digging her fingernails into Lucius’ back as she could hear Severus slapping against her from behind. Where Lucius had been gentle, Severus was wild and exciting, where Lucius had bided his time she could feel Severus’ rage building. Kissing Lucius deeply she squeezed her muscles round Severus relishing the feeling of him filling her. Coming to his senses, he slowed down and lay back, pulling her with him and rending her from Lucius’ grasp. Together they fell backwards onto the silken sheets, whilst at the same time pulling apart.

Lucius followed quickly, onto the bed and onto the entwined pair. He rolled Hermione off Severus and onto her back again where he lifted her legs high and placed them over his shoulders.

Hermione reached above her head to grasp a pillow or something to absorb the shock but Severus grasped her arms and held them above her head. His face descended on her and the situation was reversed. Now Severus kissed her as Lucius thrust mercilessly into her, she could almost feel him in her stomach as he drove himself in again and again and again. Severus’ head went down to Hermione’s nipples which seemed to be on fire. He sucked them, then feeling how hot they were conjured an ice cube and began to cover her chest in icy trails.

Hermione began to pant as her body got closer to a climax but again Lucius withdrew. Her loins were on fire and as Lucius moved up her body on one side, Severus moved down on the other.
Lucius had lain down on his back but was clearly a long way from tired, his manhood as proud as ever. Hermione rolled over onto all fours and took him in her mouth. He tasted different to Severus, sweeter somehow and definitely filled her mouth more as she almost gagged trying to accommodate him fully.

The ice Severus now held resembled a large phallus and he slipped it inside Hermione as she took Lucius into her mouth. The ice felt like another exquisite agony, cooling her inside yet setting off new fires. Severus pumped the ice in and out of Hermione, watching as it melted and dripped from her onto the bed. After a few short minutes, once the ice was a slender stalk, he eased it instead into her anus and grinned as she gasped and almost sank her teeth into Lucius. Easing the ice in and out with one hand he slipped fingers into her other more welcoming space, and rubbed his thumb roughly across her clitoris. Hermione had never felt sensations so acute before and was sucking furiously at Lucius to try and contain her orgasm. She became aware of Lucius squeezing her breasts painfully as his moment arrived, then her mouth was flooded with his sweet seed and she gulped it back.

With another surge of sensations Severus withdrew the ice, smiling because Lucius was finished, he cast it aside. Hermione flopped onto her back, trembling and moaning and begging one of them to finish her.

Obligingly Severus spread her already open legs and thrust himself into her. This time he knew he could come – so long as she did first. With the last of his post coital energy Lucius rolled over and lay his head beside Hermione’s on the pillow. Turning to face him their mouths locked together again. Severus was riding her hard, her hands were on his hips, his body was bringing hers to an explosive climax but her head and her heart were with Lucius.

Seconds later as Severus spilled himself into her, she screamed out in orgasm. Screamed out in desire. Screamed out in love. Screamed out a name…


…”Lucius!”


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