Punishment

Chapter 4

Blaise and Draco stood beside Hermione, all three working intently on the potion in front of them, simmering silently in the cauldron. It was another class work assignment that Professor Snape had given them in Advanced Potions, throwing them into groups, and thanking the gods above that Neville wasn't capable of getting into his class. The trio mutely continued to work simultaneously, adding ingredients here and there when the recipe called for it, until they were the first finished.

"Excellent work boys," Hermione smiled, patting both Slytherins on the back. Draco gave her a delectable grin and Blaise just smirked.

"You should just see how excellent our work can be," the blonde leered, digging his fingers into her hip and slamming her into his tight pants.

"Draco!" she giggled, pushing against his chest, only to find herself in Blaise's grasp.

Their broad bodies concealed her from Severus's sight, though he was already occupied with a botched brew an obtuse group made.

"He's speaking the truth, Mya," the Italian drawled and dipped his full, bowed shaped lips to the nape of her neck, to continue speaking. "He's wicked in bed."

His sultry breath on her bare skin made her shiver in delight, causing her body to arch into his strong body and lips. Draco's hands were bruising her hipbones in a grueling grind; keeping them all busy.

"What are you two suggesting?" she questioned, her tone simple, while extracting herself from their capture.

"I think you understand," Draco chuckled, nuzzling his head in the crook of her neck. "You, me...and Blaise makes three," he smiled in her auburn tresses and inhaled her strawberry shortcake shampoo.

Hermione whimpered when she glimpsed at Draco thrusting his pelvis against Blaise's. The section of the classroom was sheltered enough so no one would see their actions, so the brunette had an edge. Placing a quivering hand on the blonde's chest, she converged his thin lips into a swift kiss, testing out the waters to see if settled right.

"I don't know Draco. I'm sort of doing that thing with Severus..." she trailed off with a furrowed brow.

Draco assaulted her lips once again, exploring the caverns of her mouth, taking her off guard. A warm hand snuck its way in her robes and up her shirt to stroke the honeyed flesh below her breast. His skills were polished, but did not hold the veteran and experienced feel that Severus did. No doubt his ministrations worked her up to arousal, the thought of getting caught triggering her adrenalin rush, but it didn't make her ache with passionate hunger as Severus's touch did.

With the sound of threatening footsteps, they broke apart, leaving a dazed and slightly mystified Hermione in the wake.

"Mr. Zabini, Mr. Malfoy, Miss Granger," Professor Snape greeted irritated.

"Professor Snape," Blaise replied, stepping in front of Hermione to obstruct his view. Draco joined his brunette friend, crossed his arms in front of his chest, and stuck out his chin.

"Did you put everything in as plan?" the professor asked.

"Of course," came Draco's haughty reply, looking the elder up and down, as if sizing him up.

Severus scowled at the blonde and then took sight to Hermione, who was looking to the ground nervously. Her robes were in disarray, exposing some tan skin, and her chest was rising and falling rapidly.

"Miss Granger," he snapped and her body tensed.

Slowly rising her head, he trapped her eyes that were cloudy with desire. Her lips were swollen from usage and a steady blush was raised on her cheeks. He mused that she must have just been kissed and from the smug, satisfied appearance from Malfoy, he figured the culprit.

"What's the exact temperature that renders the orexis thistle ineffective?" he questioned, doing a rather bad job at keeping the rage concealed in his voice. How dare she give herself to Malfoy. He could hardly see anything but the red fury blinding him.

"About seventy-five degrees Celsius," she answered in a voice so husky that it made her cringe.

"I said exact Miss Granger; that was approximate," the man countered, his words drenched in acid. "The correct answer is, Mr. Zabini?"

"74.39, Professor."

The man gave a sudden nod and left to the next group, his robes flowing in the wind, but not before an unobsevered glare at the Head Girl.

Hermione returned her gaze to the ground as she calmed herself. It wouldn't do good to jump the Professor's lovely bones in the middle of class. Resting her body against the stone wall, she began to breathe again, slowly but steadily.

"You okay, Mya?" Blaise interrupted her alone time with a gentle grasp of her shoulder.

"I don't know Blaise. I've never thought of a threesome before," she laughed, imagining the scene in her mind. The details left her licking her tingling lips and wishing she could fulfill the hunger in her loins.

"If it takes it, we will persuade you," he smirked; trailing open mouth kisses down her arm.

She moaned when he enclosed his mouth against her middle finger, sucking tightly on the digit. His tongue caressed the underside of it, until he finally slid the finger out, nipping the skin lightly with his teeth. Draco slithered his hand up her shirt again and found his way into her bra, frantically worrying her harden nipples.

"St-stop," the brunette said breathlessly. "That's not fair. I can't even form words when you do that."

Draco nestled his face into her thick curls until his nose rubbed against the soft skin of her neck. Snaking his empty hand to part her hair, he nibbled the cartilage of her upper ear.

"Don't form words, just feel and think about our offer." Musing about it further, he added, "We won't do anything you don't want us to do."

She nodded gradually, once she got her wits together, and took in a slowly breath.

"Clean up your workstations. You're dismissed," Snape roared from his desk.

Both boys took control and put everything away, letting the Head Girl take time to consider things through. She was very curious about what they proposed; a threesome between two very gorgeous men would be not only exciting, but an honor. Surly there would be other opportunities for she was with Severus. Well, she was in something with Severus. They weren't in any form of relationship or commitment, but she felt she owed him her loyalty and trust. He was her teacher and current sex devotee and... She liked him.

Yes, she liked him. She liked everything he was and is, having spent many time studying the Professor from afar. She enjoyed his teachings and his harsh words, and his commitment to Dumbledoor. It takes a strong man to save people you didn't even like and go against something you believed so hard in.

But it wasn't as if he would dedicate his life to her, promising mind-plowing pleasure and intellectual challenges and, not as she could even expect it, love. He was a grown man, in his mid-thirties, who had needs and wishes that she knew she couldn't comply and satisfy. Hermione understood that he was a man of a mysterious past that left him defeated, broken, and cold. She wasn't about to fix him, to put everything right. Even if she wanted to, it wasn't her place, but that still wasn't going to stop her from trying. She wasn't Gryfindor's princess for nothing.

He'd probably kill her if she tried to meddle with his life, though it wasn't as if their coupling wasn't enough. Professor Snape was possibly already distraught over the fact that someone saw him in his most vulnerable condition and a Gryffindor student no less. He was raised, like all Deatheater son's she guessed, to retain an impermeable ascendancy. And not only had she been trusted to see his open emotions, but she was expected not to exploit or abuse him in his weak and defenseless position. Even if he didn't know it, she appreciated the confidence and responsibility. It's why she wouldn't wreck what little they had; he might not entrust another if she ruined his faith.

Blaise's deep voice broke her from her thoughts.

"We'll be up in my room," he informed, kissing her cheek.

"Yes, you know where to find us," Draco winked with the utmost of confidence.

"I'm still not sure," Hermione trailed off, looking at both of the boys who were so damn sure of themselves.

Before they left, Draco raked his teeth across her bottom lip, then sucked on it gently.

"Like we said before, just think about it."

The Head Girl nodded and accumulated her things that were sprawled out on her desk. Everyone had already left, giving Hermione the ability to talk to Severus.

Her predicator movements were lost upon the Professor who was grading more papers. Her hips swayed with exaggerated movement, making her skirt ride up high on her thighs. His body was hunched over the desk, scrawling abrasive comments on the parchments; it made her body tingle in delight. In all areas of what he did, Severus did them with passion. If she replaced herself with the papers, would he do her with just as much fervor? Hermione knew that there was only one way to find out.

Throwing her robes on the floor, the brunette unbuttoned her blouse until there was only one to keep it fasten.

"Severus," she purred while striding to his desk, hiking up her skirt as she went until it barely covered the globes of her arse.

"That's Professor Snape," he growled, still not looking up from his papers.

In one quick movement, she elevated herself on his desk, sitting against the papers that he was so busily working on. Her legs were spread out in front of him exposing her lack of knickers. Resting her weight against her arms, she accidentally spilled a bottle of red ink leaving the dye to trail to her bare arse, staining her skin a dark scarlet.

"Sorry," she said, though her voice sounded anything but, as she let her fingers trail through the pigment. Leaning over, palming her nude thighs, her lips grazed his ear. "You want me to play naughty student today?"

Handprints of blood decorated her satiny thighs which clashed greatly against the pale skin. Severus's eye sight was just above her parted legs so when he looked up, he caught her uncovered navel.

"Oh come on, Severus," Hermione whispered and playfully bit the tip of his ear. "I know you want to play," she chuckled in deep tones.

"Don't make me say it again, Miss Granger. It's Professor Snape to you," he spat out and pushed her away from his body.

His lips were curled into a revolted sneer as if toughing her would make him dirty. She pulled away from him quickly, confused by his acerbic tone.

"What's wrong?" the brunette question, nervously biting the corner of her lower lip.

"If you would excuse me, I have work to do."

Catching her by surprise, he pushed her away. The added pressure knocked her off balance triggering her to hit the floor. The drop left her right hip injured since she landed on the bone which made her skirt flip up in the process, revealing her bald quim.

"What the hell was that?" she asked, bristled beyond belief.

"Please do cover yourself. I find strumpets quite distasteful in my presence," he stated, letting his eyes roam over her producing nothing but murky disgust in his black eyes.

"What did you just call me?" Hermione question, her body benumbed and stunned.

"Go back to your other Malfoy and your other Johns, Miss Granger, for I no longer desire your second-hand service," his voice was profane and violating, cutting straight to the bone… She never felt so unclean.

Quickly she covered her body, woodenly buttoning up her shirt and smoothing down her skirt. The bright crimson tint still stained on her arse and thighs hardly covered the abashed blush rising against her fair skin. She did not even create noise as she turned around, wrapping her robes tightly around her body, and picked up her things.

"A knut for your worth," Snape smirked, throwing a lone coin at her feet.

Picking up the offensive kunt, she tamely tossed it at his desk which slowly settled onto the flat surface.

"Keep it, Professor." The indignation could be heard in her voice. "I'm sure you'll need it in your next ploy to find an illegitimate and student courtesan."

Without another glance at his aghast visage, she ambulated to her Head Quarters, ready to accept the threesome with Blaise and Draco.

She didn't bother to ruminate any wasted thoughts over the Professor. They both knew she had the advantage, the edge that could not only fire him from his teaching position, but earn him a good few years in Azkaban. She wasn't one to kiss and tell, so she would keep their affair quiet, but it wasn't as if she couldn't hold it over his head, make him sorry for his suddenly cold shoulder.

Opening the thick door, she pushed down the repugnance caused by Professor Snape, wanting to just forget, and walked into the room. She stopped abruptly when she saw the two boys, devouring each other by their mouths.

"Hello you two," she smiled, letting her robe hit the ground.

"Ah, Mya!" Blaise beamed and broke away from the blonde.

"Granger," Draco drawled, irritated from the sudden lack of contact. "Come to a conclusion?"

Hermione didn't even respond; instead she attacked Draco by straddling his thighs and then unbuttoned his shirt with nimble fingers.

"I wanna talk before we do anything," she murmured into his alabaster chest.

He groaned, throwing his head back, when she licked around his nipple. Not to leave Blaise out, she palmed his growing errection through his trousers, slowly rubbing his sensitive head.

"Okay," she said while ripping off Blaise's shirt, buttons flying everywhere. "If we do this, we're all in it. That means we don't use it against each other. I don't know if I want this to be a one time thing or not; we'll decided later. And I don't want it to change what's between us. If it will, we can just stop right now."

Neither boy said anything as she continued to molest their bodies. Her pelvis was gyrating against Draco's legs, her wetness seeping through to his pants. His hands were gripping each globe, pushing her closer to his thrusts. She was nibbling on Blaise's full lower lip, licking the outline of his bow-shaped mouth, and ran her warm fingers against his chest.

"Don't stop," Draco breathed, running his fingers through her wild mane.

"Won't change anything," Blaise added while arching his body into hers.

"I don't think I want to stop even if you said so," she chuckled.

She left their laps, grabbing both of their hands while doing so. Hearing their sighs of disappointment, she grinned.

"Why don't we take this to the bedroom?"

They swiftly captured her arms and led her to Blaise's room without a word passing between them. The trio landed on his large, oversized bed, bouncing with the weight.

Draco was the first to react, adroitly unfastening her blouse. She heard him take in a breath when he realized she wasn't wearing a bra. Both boys grinned cheekily as they each captured a breast, Draco to the left and Blaise to the right. While the blonde encircled her erected nipple, teasing her peak relentlessly, Blaise grated the acme using the front of his teeth. The different sensations produced Hermione to cry out in eagerness.

As they couple was working on her, she speedily unbuckled Blaise's belt and unzipped his tight pants. His shaft protruded at full attention making Hermione smile. He wasn't as thick as Severus's or as long, but that didn't leave him small at all; Severus was just rather large. Shaking her head, she continued her surveying.

"Like what you see?" he asked huskily.

She nodded hastily and traced the budging veins with a light trace of her finger.

"Yeah, but can you drive a boat with it?"

Draco continued to work his way down until he arrived at her skirt. Finding the zipper easily, he lifted her hips and slipped the scrap of fabric off of her waist.

"You been playing with paint?" Draco questioned once he noticed the red tint to her thighs and buttocks.

"Something like that," she moaned while Draco inserted a thin, cool finger into her wetness. "Want you in me," she instructed the blonde. Turning her attention to the Italian, she said, "Want to taste you."

Draco nestled himself against the opening of her legs as Blaise straddled her upper stomach. She began pumping his shaft tantalizingly, trying to get a hold on of what he liked. She settled for a slow pace that dragged the pleasure out. Bending his manhood, she took him into her mouth, lightly swirling her tongue against the tender flesh underneath.

After entering three fingers inside of her, Draco began to pump them in and out bit by bit. Her body would meet his touch of her inner lining, relaxing against his fingers. Inhaling her steady musk, he outlined the lips of her core with his pink tongue. Hermione bucked against his moist entrance which caused her to take Blaise further in. By then, her nose was brushing against his dark curls. While relaxing her throat, she took him in deeper and snuck her hand to the velvet skin of his ball sac. She juggled them around, massaging each gently within her palm.

"So hot," he groaned, gripping the side of her head to guide his thrusts against her mouth.

Draco ran his teeth against her clit, causing her body to stiffen in response. He was assaulting her throbbing core with his fingers and mouth, each pumping furiously away. She could tell she was close, her body jerking against the mattress. Blaise was also close as she could fell his balls tighten in anticipation.

She accidentally teethed the sensitive skin behind the head which gave a pleasant answer. Apparently, Blaise liked a bit of pain with his pleasure. Using this information against him, she brought her nails to the cheeks of his arse and squeezed tightly, pulling him closer to him. Encasing his head once again with her mouth, she ruthlessly massaged the rough texture of her tongue against it. His body tensed and the grip on her head intensed. Soon she felt his hot sprits of jism spurting into the back of her throat.

She realized she wasn't far behind as Draco unremittingly thrusted his tongue into her. He tightened his fingers against her hips, bruising the skin from his control. Swirling the tip of his tongue around her pulsating clitoris, he gruffly sucked the bundle of nerves.

"Yes," she cried out, her body bowing further into his restrain.

"Oh oh Draco," she scream as her orgasm captured her. Hermione convulsed against his face, her muscles clenching around his fingers.

Falling back beside Blaise on the bed, she sighed contently. The blonde trailed up her body, grinding his clothed erection contrast to her bare mound. She captured his lips, groaning when she tasted herself, and route her fingers down to release his raging member. Blaise impishly began to stroke himself when viewing the two together, each fighting for control, losing themselves in sensation.

"I want you both in me... do you have any lube?" she awkwardly asked.

"Of course," Blaise chuckled, grabbing a bottle from his bedside table.

"Good," she smiled, taking it from him and handing it to Draco. Licking the tip of his ear, she whispered, "I want you in my arse."

"You seem to want a lot," he drawled while tracing lazy circles on the Head Boy's hip. "But I think we can handle it."

He instructed them all to their knees, Hermione sandwiched between them, balancing herself on Blaise's broad shoulders while his lips consumed her own. Behind her, she blindly felt Draco's breath against her arse; without any warning, he spread the cheeks open and tongued the rosy bud that tightened under his expert workings. Blaise was laboring her taut nipples, scraping the skin, making her cry out.

By the time she noticed the wonderful sensations leaving her, she cracked open her eyes only to view the raven-haired mystery licking the tip of his friend's member and rubbing the slick oil to lubricate for future actions. Once done with his job, he returned to Draco's mouth.

"Merlin..." she whimpered, the passionate scene making her juices overflow to her thigh.

"Don't worry, your next," Blaise smiled, revisiting her body yet again.

Draco situated himself, his errection-glisening with Blaise's saliva and oil- nudging it between her cheeks.

"Now," he ordered to Blaise, who quickly thrusted into her gushing channel. Draco eased himself into her relaxed muscles, groaning while doing so.

As soon as she was stretched enough to handle him, he pumped himself into her tight arse, roughly grabbing her hips for control. She could feel them both inside, tearing away at her hold she had on her emotions. Their thrusts were timed, so she was never left unfulfilled. Filled to the max, the brunette clenched both set of muscles and grinned when they both hissed.

"So full," she screamed while her body was bouncing between the firmer ones.

"So beautiful baby, so beautiful," Blaise whispered, pelvis crushing into hers. His pubic hair, dark rough curls, hinted around her clitoris; the friction drew her mad.

"Bloody tight!" Draco grunted, massaging her breast from behind. "Not gonna last..."

She felt so vulnerable while being barred with two gorgeous men. The looks she told herself that she never would have seen made her near about set her off right there. Blaise's teeth were biting through his lower lip, trying not to come; his eyes were fluttering in the back of his head, but not before boring into hers. Draco's whole body was tightening, becoming a stiff board, making his drives more desperate with need.

"Going to come," she warned as her breath was catching in her throat. Every muscle in her was constricting, bowing into each force.

"Oh Merlin! Sev-Draco. Blaise."

Her orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, rushing over all of her senses, swearing she could even taste the explosion on the top of her mouth. Draco was next. Not having any release before, he came like a volcano, erupting into her arse, bits dribbling between her crack. The clenching of her innards on Blaise's rock-hard member, catalyst his liberation. Hot, spurts of his seed ejected into her, after his toes curled in expectation.

"Damn," she cursed, her breath coming to her in short, shallow pants. Blaise collapsed on top of her moments before, smashing her into the blonde. She could sense his torso spasm, softly colliding into hers.

"Can't breathe," he said as trying to push both of the exhausted bodies off of him.

"Oh Mya, gorgeous," Blaise sighed and petted the side of her quivering body.

She forced a distracted smile onto her face and guiltily cuddled into the mass of sweaty limbs that she was presented with. Hermione couldn't believe she had almost cried out another man's named during her high. Sure, both boys were probably too occupied with their own world crashing around them, like a mud slide collapsing into a city, but it brought back everything that had happened.

Knowing Severus-she chided herself again for thinking of him again-, he would undoubtedly be disgusted with her being in the bed with not only one, but two of the most desired Slytherins yet. If-when for he knew everything-found out, he would be furious, even with today's events floating in her head, which still made her cheeks burn with chagrin when she remembered. He made her feel dirty, though now she had a reason to. Overall, he wreaked her three-some, for the entire time she was thinking of him and his talents.

A punishment would definitely be obligatory. For which one, however, was not clear to her yet.

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The reason I haven't worked on this, in oh, a year is because I'm bored and have nothing to go on. I have a sort of start to Chapter Five, but I feel no love and no use in updating. If I get enough response and activity, I'll continue but until then...