A Life Altered

A/N: I know, I am terrible for not updating sooner. Perhaps all of you will forgive me after this extra long chapter! Enjoy! and please review.

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Chapter 5: Masturbation Interrupted

She finished singing her second set of songs a little over an hour later. All three men had stood by and watched her performance, each with admiring expressions playing across their faces. Each one appealed to her in a mixture of ways.

The one who was her age was exciting and sexy. His touch was soft and he seemed almost mesmerized when she sang. He had an air about him that was almost definitely well to do. Although he seemed nice, she could tell that he probably had a pre-conceived notion about people without ever really knowing them.

The second blond could never deny that he was the younger man’s father. They had the same features, the same glorious hair and the same refined appearance. This man, however, made her feel as if she’d be putty in his hands. He was nothing if not the most beautiful man she had ever seen. To admit that made her feel a little strange since she had never before been attracted to an older man.

A tingle started low in her stomach as she thought of him. She could imagine how his hands might feel as they relieved her of her clothes. A smile spread across her features as she sat alone in her dressing room, thinking naughty things that made her cunt wet.

Then her thoughts turned to the last man. Now, he was pure sin. He was the complete opposite of the other two with ebony hair that flowed past his shoulders. He wore it in a tail and she had to wonder what it might feel like if she ran her fingers through it.

Of course, that was just the tip of the ice burg with him. He, unlike the others, had yet to speak to her. But he was always there. He came to the club nightly and on nights that she sang, his eyes never left her.

Those eyes. . . Dark pools that invited her in and promised to consume her if she dared to accept the invitation. A tremor ran through her at the memory of how his eyes had followed her that first night. It made her ache inside.

Glancing at the clock on her dressing table, she saw that she had at least another thirty minutes before she could take her leave and join the young one as she promised. Unable to stand it any longer, she rose and moved to her door.

Locking it, she leaned against it and ran her hand over her breast, letting her fingertips glide over the erect nipple that was tight to the point of pain. Desire filled her as she slid out of the evening dress she had worn.

Looking down on herself, she blushed furiously even as she smiled at her little secret. She had always worn undergarments under her dresses. That is, until tonight. No, tonight, she had stayed completely bare beneath the dress.

It had been exciting and even a little risqué, considering that the slit in the gown went all the way to her hip. It would not have been too terribly hard to give select patrons a sneak peek, if that had been her desire.

Truth be told, her only true desire was to feel the hands of those three men all over her body. She shivered at her naughty thoughts. Thoughts of the three of them surrounding her, each touching her in intimate ways made her thatch moist.

She sat back down on the bench before the vanity and looked at herself. Her reflection didn’t look familiar to her. She knew she was attractive, but this woman was a vixen, sitting before her all her naked glory.

Slowly, she reached up to release the pin holding her hair and it fell in soft ringlets down her back. She brushed the hair off her shoulder, before reaching down again to tease her nipple again with her fingertips. Lightly, she stroked it, watching it pebble even tighter from her touch.

Sighing, she leaned back, opening her legs to allow herself a view of her traitorous snatch. She reached down with her free hand and traced the edge of the lips covering her swollen treasure; the clit that had throbbed almost endlessly ever since she had beheld those three men.

Moaning, she slipped one finger in and teased the little nub by moving her hand in a circular motion, pressing on it gently. It only needed the slightest pressure; just the tiniest bit.

She gasped and bit her bottom lip as she pinched one nipple before moving to the other and moving her fingers faster over her clit. Her breath came in a gasp as she felt herself working toward completion swiftly.

Throwing her head back she cried out as the orgasm crested. Suddenly, feeling a little embarrassed with herself, she covered her breasts with her arm and closed her legs. What in the world had possessed her to do that? She had never acted so brazenly. Never had she masturbated in her dressing room. This was so completely out of her character.

Looking back at the vanity, she saw the flush on her cheeks and just stared for a moment before rolling her eyes and chuckling. “Quit being so silly.” She whispered to herself. “You were feeling randy, so you took care of it! Where is the shame in that?”

Still smiling, she turned toward her closet only to stop short when she saw the one with the ebony hair sitting in her easy chair, wearing a look of sheer lust on his face. Her heart stuttered to a stop. Or was it pounding in her ears? She was absolutely petrified and aroused all at the same time.

“H-how did you get in here?” she whispered, horrified. She had just played with herself while fantasizing about him! Well, not only him, but he was one of them. A big part of the three of them.

His hair was unbound, cascading like silk just past his shoulders. His eyes were fathomless and they gave nothing of his expression away. His lips curved up into a small smile as those eyes traveled slowly down the length of her and back up again.

Then, as she watched, he inhaled deeply and almost moaned. “Delicious.” He rose in a fluid motion and closed the distance between them.

Before she could even react, he had already laid his hand on her shoulder. “Your smell, my dear, it is divine. I relish the smell of your arousal.” He leaned forward, his long, rakish nose burying in the spot where her neck met her shoulder. “It calls to me as does everything else about you.”

The tingling sensations were starting again. She gasped when she felt his free hand moving slowly up her leg. “Uhm. . . I have a date tonight, with your friend. He should be here any time now.”

Severus chuckled in her ear. “Yes, well, he can wait for just a few moments more. I have foregone each opportunity to be by your side so that he and Lucius could become better acquainted with you first.” He whispered as his hand moved to the place between her legs, and slowly urged them to part.

She found herself stunned to shocked silence as she obeyed without so much as moments hesitation. Even as his fingers found their mark on her already damp spot, he continued speaking.

“But now, I find I had no choice but to touch you this night. Your thoughts called to me and I, being the gentleman that I am, had to answer.”

Leaning back he watched her face as he rubbed his fingers against her clit with one hand while his other hand held her by the neck, refusing to release her from his intense stare; even as his fingers fucked her to a stronger orgasm than before.

You should be scared, she told herself. You should be trying to get away and screaming for help. Part of her wondered why she wasn’t doing those things.

Instead, she found herself beginning to move against his hand. He quickened his pace as she lifted her hips into the touch of his hand. When he slid a second and third finger into her core, she started to cry out, only to be silenced by his lips crashing down on hers, drawing her into a kiss that was almost as pleasurable as what he was doing to her lower extremities.

It was then she heard a knock, followed by the voice of Draco, the young man she had the date with tonight. “Helena? Are you in there?”

Moaning softly, she returned Severus’ kiss, holding to him as the rest of her climax flowed from her. He chuckled against her lips and slowly released her.

Smiling, he removed his hands from her and moved to stand. “You best not keep him waiting. He can pick the lock if he gets desperate enough.”

Then, with a kiss to her forehead, the man disappeared, leaving her alone and positive she had just had the most erotic daydream ever.

Standing, she turned in slow circles, her eyes roamed every inch of the room; Nothing. He wasn’t there. It was as if he never had been. Was she delusional? Had she dozed off in a sitting position? No, she couldn’t have.

Her thoughts were interrupted by yet another knock. “Helena? Are you there? Have you changed your mind about going out tonight?”

Quickly, she moved to the door, speaking to him through it. “No, I haven’t changed my mind.” She took a deep steadying breath. “I just. . . I’m in the middle of getting changed. Forgive me.”

Draco was silent for a moment, then replied, “That is quite alright. I will wait at the bar if you like.”

Nodding, even as she continued to try to gather her wits, she agreed. “That’s a beautiful idea. While you’re there would you order me tequila with an ale chaser? Patrone would be lovely if you don’t mind?”

Draco’s eyes widened at her choice of drink. He was used to firewhisky, but he had to admit an occasional shot of tequila was a nice change. “That sounds good, actually. I think I might have one as well.”

Hermione chuckled. “Careful. We won’t be going very far if we both get sloshed.”

Draco laughed. “Which is exactly why I brought my chauffer. We have a designated driver tonight. Feel free to get completely snockered! You’ll be well cared for.” He answered before turning to walk away.

She closed her eyes as she leaned heavily against the door. “Good!” she replied in a whisper the retreating man did not catch.

Pushing away from the door, she moved to her closet and chose a somewhat modest, yet elegant slack ensemble. The blouse was silk and the color of blood, while the slacks were black and just as shiny.

After she cleaned up and dressed, she decided on modest ankle boots with a slight heel instead of the stilettos. She had no idea if he wanted to go dancing, or if they were just having dinner. She’d rather be prepared. One man catching her unaware in a night was more than enough.


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Draco sat at the bar, waiting for Helena to join him. He stared with amusement at the drink he had ordered for her, per her request. His eyebrows rose and a smile formed on his lips at just the thought of her.

She was still Hermione. He knew she had no memory of her previous self, but he recognized her spirit just as well as if she had never changed.

When a gentle hand touched his shoulder, he turned and found her standing before him, wearing a blouse that was Griffindor through and through. And the deep red suited her.

She had left her hair loose and it flowed past her shoulders and down her back in soft ringlets that made his fingers itch to touch them. Her smile was radiant as she seated herself beside him and turned to lift the glass.

First, she wet the back of her hand with her tongue, then sprinkled salt on it. Raising the shot up in a toast, she cheered, “To the making of new friends!”

He could feel himself drooling as she licked the salt off her hand and tossed back the contents of the glass. Then after she swallowed, she brought the lime to her mouth and bit down, sucking on its juices swiftly.

Closing his eyes for a moment, he quelled his forward thoughts. “Don’t forget, to include the keeping of old ones as well.” He added with a small nod.

She smiled as she raised the ale to her lips and took a drink. Following her lead, he allowed himself a drink as well.

She sat the drink down and turned to look him over. “So, handsome, tell me. . . Where are we going?”

Draco knew better. He knew they were supposed to work this through with her slowly. Introduction back into the truth of who she was could not be rushed. He had prepared himself for just this moment.

He smiled and took her hand, rising from the barstool. “I have a reservation for us at one of the finest restaurants here. From there. . .” he paused, “the sky’s the limit.”

As he watched her turn to lead the way out of the club, he couldn’t help the erotic vision of taking her from behind while they sailed across the moon lit sky on his broom. Or maybe, if her fear of flying had been put behind her when her memory had been altered, the sky would be no limit at all.