The Storm

Chapter Four


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Things had become very interesting around Number Twelve. Hermione couldn’t walk around the hallways without bumping into one of the dark wizards. She found herself nearly unable to into the drawing room, only entering the room during the day when Lucius was not home. Unfortunately, she couldn’t avoid the kitchen. It seemed that Severus was carting her every move as well. Every time she went downstairs to eat, he would be sitting there, the space where they had fucked on the table pointedly empty beside him. His eyes would always rise to hers whenever she would enter the room, a knowing and lusty look in their dark depths.

She found herself shuffling down to the kitchen at odd hours, hoping to not catch him sitting there, eating his Spartan food and drinking his tea.

His dark presence always hung over the room, however, even if his wasn’t there.

She also found herself unable to tear her eyes from the place where he had taken her.

The weather outside had finally petered out, resolving itself into a balmy, yet cloudy, day. Dinner time had come and went, Hermione avoiding the kitchen just in case. She had stole away to the kitchen after the sun had set, thinking she would be safe from dark prying eyes. She cautiously opened the door, heaving a blessed sigh of relief when she found the kitchen devoid of life.

She hurried through her dinner, fixing a single serving of stew. She washed her dinner down with a relaxing glass of pumpkin juice, sighing at all the innocent memories sipping on pumpkin juice brought: that first dinner in the Great Hall, when she tasted wizarding food for the first time, laughing into her pumpkin juice when the boys tried firewhiskey for the first time, the way a nice, chilled glass felt after a hot day under the sun at the Burrow.

Hermione felt a tear slowly roll down her cheek. She looked over at the place where she had slept with Severus and sighed. More and more casualties were falling victim this war as time progressed; not just human fatalities, but innocence and purity as well.

Things would never be the same, for her, for Harry, for Ron, even for the two dark wizards who had, as of late, been occupying all her time.

Things would never be the same, and yet she wasn’t so sure if she regretted that.

She sat at the aged wooden table long after she had finished eating, listening to the quiet house. Once, this house had bustled with news and the activities of the Order. Now, it seemed dead. In order to safeguard more lives, they had decided it would be best to split the Order up amongst many houses, that way in case something happened at one location, not everyone would be injured or dead. Grimmauld Place had seemed to be the most secure of these locations and, with her parents dead and no where else to go to, Hermione moved in, after being convinced to stay behind by Ron and Harry.

And now look at this. Sheer loneliness and isolation had forced her into the arms of not one, but two well known Death Eaters, dark wizards, spies, and traitors.

She sighed again, standing up. Well, she couldn’t say she had been forced. She had wanted them from the beginning. Ever since they had moved in officially, she had felt stirrings in her body whenever one of them was close to her. It was a longing, a desire, for something she believed that she could never have.

Severus she could understand. She had known him all of her formative years, taking an interest in him that was probably unhealthy. She had thought it was a school girl crush, watching the way his hands moved as he brewed a potion, the way his inky voice spilled from his throat and ran over her like chilled wine, his commanding presence whenever he entered a room. There was a darkness to his eyes that intrigued her, a blackness that went beyond color.

He was night, and she found herself itching to be lost in it.

Lucius was a different story. He had been a thorn in the back of her mind since he had passed that diary onto Ginny in second year, cold-bloodedly passing on a death sentence to an eleven year old girl. Granted, he said that he hadn’t known what the diary was exactly, that the Dark Lord had never told him, and for a time Hermione didn’t believe him. But then, as the information about the Horcruxes came out, she began to realize that no matter how vicious and criminal Lucius Malfoy was, he would not pass on something of such vital importance to anyone.

She walked up the empty staircase, dragging her body up the winding staircase to the second floor. She knew she was becoming a ghost in this house, tiptoeing in the shadows just so the two Death Eaters wouldn’t find her.

A soft moan caught her attention. She looked down the darkened hall, wondering where the noise came from. She noticed that Severus’ door was slightly cracked open, dim light spilling into the hallway. She heard another moan, and sighed. She had to walk in front of his door to get to hers.

She really didn’t want to know what was going on in there.

She really wanted to know who was making that sound.

She began to walk down the wall, trying to not make any noise. She determinedly kept her head forward, her eyes trained on the end of the hall. Her feet carried her down the hall. She wasn’t going to look. She wasn’t.

She looked.

It was a quick turn of her head. Then her head whipped back and she froze, eyes and mouth agape at the sight before her.

Severus was on Lucius’ back, crouched over and pounding into him, his hand fisted tightly in the blond locks of his fellow Death Eater. Lucius’ neck was stretched tight and taut, the veins straining as Severus tightened his hold on his hair. From where Hermione stood, she could see that Severus was fisting the other man’s cock, as their bodies were parallel to the door, giving Hermione a good view of what they were doing.

She knew she should close her eyes, or walk away before she was seen. This was something completely private, none of her business, and she knew she would feel violated beyond belief if someone watched her get fucked senseless.

And yet, she couldn’t move.

There was something beautiful, erotic, arousing, about the two men together, the harsh angles of their bodies, their flesh glistening with sweat as Severus moved his body over his lover. The way Lucius surrendered to Severus, giving the younger man everything that was asked of him. The grunts and moans that would escape Severus’ lips, while Lucius stayed completely silent. Now that Hermione looked closer, it seemed that not only was Lucius making no noises, but he was also being completely still, letting the dark man pound and use him however he wanted.

It seemed Severus Snape had real control issues, issues that he took out on those he fucked.

So it was no surprise to Hermione when she felt her nipples begin to tighten, and her core start to drip. Watching Severus dominate such a controlling and imperial man drew out the memories of how she had writhed under the Professor’s body, of how she had screamed as she came while he pounded into her.

The storm had returned, and this time it was breaking over her body.

She literally felt her flesh flame up as she stood there. She felt her hands run down her body, slipping into her shorts without her even realizing it. One hand cupped her sex as the other began a slow, lazy ascent back to her breasts. As she rubbed the heel of her hand over her opening, she palmed the weight of one breast, purposely denying herself gratification by not touching the parts of her body screaming for attention. She closed her eyes and leaned her head back, breathing in deeply as she opened her eyes once more.

Deep, lusty black eyes tore into her from across the room. Severus never stopped moving as he watched Hermione, his eyes narrowed and tracking her every movement. Lucius still had his eyes trained forward, his neck still pulled tight, so that Hermione’s humiliation was not that complete.

Still, she felt her already red skin flush deeper as those black wells of desire hypnotized her from across the room.

“It seems that the two of you have something in common.” Hermione forced her hands to her side a second before Lucius moved, trying to tilt his head back. Hermione could see his face wore a look of puzzlement. Severus, of course, had not stopped moving, gripping the blond locks even tighter and pounding even harder. “I never said you could move, Malfoy.”

Hermione swallowed. She had never heard Severus refer to Lucius by his last name. They had always been good friends, old friends, and he had said his lover’s name as if it were filthy, disgusting. It was the tone of voice people generally used when calling her a Mudblood.

“And you continue to watch. What are you doing in the hallway, witch?” Suddenly, Hermione’s mouth went dry. It was different from being aroused. Anxiety swept over her in a cold wash. She was overstepping her boundaries here. She should have never looked, and just walked away. She was a sensible witch, after all, and she should have just walked away.

But she didn’t walk away. And now her dominate lover was brutally fucking her other lover as she just stood there and watched, the air cooling the glistening wetness that still clung to her fingers.
“I know you liked it. I saw you.” A sneer crossed Severus’ hitherto emotionless face. “I can smell you.” She blinked as he pushed hard into Lucius, staying there. He rolled his pelvis against Lucius’ ass, going as deep as he could inside his lover.

“Hermione?”

It seemed curiosity had gotten the better of Lucius; He had shifted his eyes to the side and was looking at her from his periphery, his gray eyes cold and hard with desire. Severus hissed, clenching his hand tightly around the blonde’s cock and pulling out all the way, only to thrust with all of his strength back inside, his ass and legs flexing as he put all his power behind it. Lucius’ arms finally buckled and he fell forward, closing his eyes and leaning his forehead down.

“Disgusting.” Severus spat as he pulled out and backed off the bed, his hard cock bobbing and glistening. “Can’t even follow simple instructions. What use are you to me?” He stood up, wrapping his fingers around his cock and turning to Hermione. “That seems to be another thing you have in common with the witch. You both like to watch me fuck the other, and you can’t follow directions.”
A look of confusion crossed Hermione’s face, her eyebrows furrowing as she looked at Severus. Then she heard a moan coming from the bed. It seemed that Lucius had made the noise. She looked over at him and then back at the man standing before her. He was steadily approaching her, cock still in his fist, his steps determined.

His words flashed through her head and she looked back at Lucius. If she had seen the two men fucking, then that meant –

Realization must have dawned across her face, because Severus’ face split into a triumphant smirk. “That’s right, witch. It seems that you two are voyeurs, but the worst kind of voyeurs. Not only will you watch someone get fucked, but that someone has to be someone you’ve already fuck. Now,” Severus had reached Hermione and was looking down at her trembling form. “Since you’ve interrupted my fun for the night, I think you should be punished. Don’t you think so, Malfoy?” Severus turned to the other man, and even though he was treating him like a subordinate, it was clear that Lucius still held more power then she did.

She turned to him and was surprised to see him sitting up with his feet on the floor, his cock still red and swollen. He had recovered from the humiliation quickly, no doubt something he had learned while in Voldemort’s service. He gave her a long, measured look.

Hermione knew she was screwed.

“Yes. I think she should be.” Hermione looked at Lucius, her eyes wide in betrayal. He didn’t say anything else, slipping his hand down to grab his cock and stroke it in time with the pace his lover had set. She drew in a sharp breath, gathering up her courage when –

When all of a sudden her clothes Vanished and she could feel the air in the room pushing against her flushed skin.

“Go suck his cock, Miss Granger.” Hermione turned her eyes to Severus, ready to argue, but one look from his deep black eyes told her that would not be the wisest thing to do. He literally looked ready to eat her, which was something she wouldn’t necessarily argue against. “Now, Miss Granger.” The hard edge in his voice caused Hermione to shiver. She looked at Lucius, licking her lips. He slowly leaned back on his arms at the slight movement, spreading his legs in invitation.

She felt herself heat up further, her nipples tightening in the air. Hermione could feel her wetness slicking her thighs as she stared at Lucius’ cock. She slowly walked over to him and kneeled in front of him. It was strange, this desire she felt rushing through her body, all because of one command that Severus had given her.

It had been this way with Lucius as well.

As she slowly flicked her tongue out, swirling it the head of Lucius’ cock, she realized that there was some part of her that enjoyed being commanded and almost taken advantage of. She knew that at any time she could tell them no and they would stop. She slowly sank her mouth down around the tip of his penis when another thought entered her mind.

Would they really, though, if it ever seemed to go too far?

She couldn’t follow that line of thinking, however, because at that moment Lucius fisted her hair and thrusted his prick down her throat. She had just enough time to relax the back of her throat before she gagged on his hard flesh. Tears welled up in her eyes but she fought them down as she looked up through her eye lashes at him. Lucius was pulling her mouth up from his cock when she felt some shifting behind her.

She tried shifting her body so she could see behind her, but a sharp, stinging slap to her ass and a painful tug on her hair kept her immobilized. Her body shifted forward by the force, causing Lucius to be able to push himself even further back into her mouth. She had a startling moment when she found herself unable to breathe, gagging on the older wizard’s large, hard flesh as saliva gathered in her mouth. Tears threatened behind her eyes again, and this time she was unable to hold them back. Two crystalline tears slipped down her cheeks as she tried breathing around Lucius, only to feel her mouth taken abruptly off the hard flesh.

“Are you okay, little one?” She looked up into the concerned grey eyes of Lucius Malfoy, her throat raw and throbbing. It felt as though someone had scraped the inside of her throat out and she swallowed, or at least tried to. Before she could stop it, a grimace crossed her face that caused Lucius to frown. “Little one?”

Strong, spindly fingers gripped her chin and turned her face. Severus was there, his black eyes narrowed in scrutiny as they ran over her features. “Miss Granger? If you’re hurt, you need to tell us. You can trust us. We won’t force you.”

A small smile touched her lips at their concern. “I’m fine,” her voice rasped out, a harsh whisper in the still room. “I’m fine, I was . . . just startled, that’s all.”

“Do you want us to stop?” Severus asked, his eyes flickering over to Lucius, his face expressionless.

Hermione looked from his fathomless, dark eyes to Lucius’ light ones. It didn’t surprise her that Lucius was still hard and leaking for her, even if he had his hand over his sex, trying to hide it from her. She looked back at Severus, and then her smile split into a grin.

She turned back to Lucius and, grasping his hand, pulled it away from his cock. Keeping her eyes trained on his, she leaned down and swiped her tongue from root to tip, feeling the velvet hardness shudder under her tongue. Lucius rolled his eyes into the back of his head as she captured the tip of his penis in her mouth, clamping her lips down and sucking on the head. Lucius moaned as she moved her mouth over him, going halfway down and then coming back up before dragging her mouth all the way off and pegging Severus with a hard stare.

“Continue.”

Severus sneered down at her, stood up and towered over her. “My pleasure.” He moved behind her and kneeled down again as Hermione took more of Lucius into her mouth. She began a furious pace on his cock, running her tongue around his cock in swirls. She would then capture the hard flesh and shove it down her throat, letting it hit the back of her throat and stay there, before dragging her teeth over the velvety steel.

Lucius couldn’t help himself. He didn’t want to scare her again, but his hands itched to take her soft curls and gather them in his hands, wrap them around his fist, and make her swallow him. He reached his hands forward and gathered the beautiful, luscious curls in his fingers. He started off by running his fingers through her locks. At the sound of her moan, he tightened his hold. He wasn’t going to scare her of. He wasn’t going to scare her –

Oh Gods!

She had just swallowed him all the way and was flexing her throat muscles around his tip. If he had known that she could do this, he would have made her do it in the drawing room days ago. Instead, he had been a greedy bastard and fucked her against a window. But it was different now. She was just too amazing to slip through his hands. She was going to be his now.

It was then he felt his lover’s eyes on him. He looked up into Severus’ eyes and blanched.
His oldest friend was wearing the look he had had the day he had decided that Lucius Abraxas Malfoy was going to be his property. It was the look of a man who wanted complete control, who wanted to dominate that which he didn’t already have.

And Lucius had a good idea of what that thing was. He watched with a sinking feeling as Severus lined himself up behind Hermione and gripped onto her hips. With a sense of dread, he watched Severus thrust into Hermione’s warm, inviting folds.


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So I'm evil, right? Leaving it at the good part? Yeah, I know.

This story actually does have a plot that will be revealed in Chapter Six. I'm really hoping you all are enjoying the story and I hope to get some reviews on this story. I know I waited a while to update, but I wanted it good. And I hope it was good. I updated it as soon as I wrote it so if there are mistakes, please fill me in politely. I hope you guys are still following along. If anyone has suggestions, let me know!!

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