The Bond

The following is based on actual events that occured just before my best friend got married, without the magic LOL

CHAPTER SEVEN

Meanwhile, back at the Snape household……


The apartments were finally spotless, and Hermione was sitting at her kitchen table, several editions of Cosmo Witch spread out in front of her, covered with yellow sticky notes to mark topics of interest. She sighed in relief when Ginny finally popped out of the fireplace, her obnoxiously round belly leading the way.
“Just how much bigger are you going to get?” Hermione asked. She saw Lavender and Fleur following behind her; Fleur was carrying a red knapsack. “Hello girls, I didn’t know you were coming.” Hermione said smiling.
“Oh, they want to help. And I pray to all that his holy that I don’t get any bigger than I already am.” She said, huffing as she sat in the chair across from Hermione.
“ ‘ello ‘ermione, I ‘ave brought you som’zing very special.” Fleur said as she sat the knapsack onto the table. Her accent was getting easier and easier to understand the longer she was married to Bill.
“Really?”
“Oh, just you wait! Have we got something in store for you!” Lavender laughed as she opened the bag. She withdrew a bottle of tequila and several shot glasses, a salt shaker, and some lemon wedges. “First thing is first, we loosen up! Except you Gin, sorry love.”
Ginny huffed, crossing her arms over her belly and sitting back in her chair.
“This sucks, I can’t get laid, can’t drink….I can’t wait for the next month to be over!” She pouted as she watched Lavender fill the glasses and set some in front of Hermione and Fleur.
“One!” The licked their wrist, and sprinkled it with salt.
“Two!” They licked the grains of salt, and then downed the tequila, slamming the glasses onto the table.
“Three!” They grabbed the lemon wedges and sucked on them. Ginny was laughing at the expressions on their faces, jealous as hell that she couldn’t join in the fun. The girls did six shots each, all three beginning to get a good buzz going.
“Okay, let’s get this started.” Lavender and Fleur began to unpack the knapsack. Hermione’s eyes widened when she saw them withdrawing several large, fake penises with suction cups on the base.
“Oh my god! What are those things?” Hermione cried, then hiccupped.
“Dildos, what do they look like?” Lavender said, shaking her head.
“Vee are going to teach you ‘Ermione.” Fleur said cheerfully.
“Teach me what?” She asked, looking at the rather ridiculously colored male appendages now stuck to her table.
“How to please your husband of course.” Ginny said, reaching for a bright green one. “I’ll take this one, reminds me of Harry’s eyes.”
“I’ll take ze red von.” Fleur said.
“I’ve got blue!” this from Lavender.
“I guess that leaves me with….fuscia.” Hermione said with a frown.
“Okay, lets go over the basics here.” Lavender levitated the bright blue phallus above the table, and using her wand she began to instruct. “These are the basic parts, head, shaft, balls.” She said tapping her wand against each section. “The head and balls are ultra sensitive and require softer handling. The shaft however, can be handled a bit more roughly, though you don’t want to hurt him, unless he’s into that.”
“Into what?”
“Some men like to be handled rough. They like teeth, scratching, I have even heard of some men who like to be kicked in the balls or have them stepped on.” Lavender said her brows lifted high. “Now, first lesson…..the hand job.” Hermione’s eyes widened as she watched Lavender wrap one hand around the base of the shaft, the other cupping the round globes just under it. “Mind you now, I’m going with this based on what Ron likes, but he is rather simple, so I’m guessing its pretty much the same for all men.” She let her hand slide from the base, slowly up to just under the tip, she let her thumb brush over the head, then slid back down. She repeated the motion over and over again. “Eventually you will feel him start to pulse, and he will cum.”
“Come where?” Hermione asked.
“Preferably not in your hair.” Ginny said with a laugh.
“What?” Hermione figured she was drunker than she thought, because she was confused.
“The scientific term would be ejaculate. Geez, Hermione, I thought Ginny was kidding when she said you knew nothing about this.”
“Never needed to learn it.” She refilled her shot glass, if she was going to sit through this, she was going to need a lot of liqueur.
“Well, I can say that Harry likes for me to let my fingers twist slightly under the head, his eyes roll back and everything.” Hermione covered her ears, she didn’t want to know that about her friend.
“Bill, ‘e likes for me to ‘old ‘im off as long as pozzible, ‘e vill yell so loud, is amazing.” Fleur said with a sigh.
“Now, I have yet to meet a man alive who does not like to get head.” Lavender began.
“Like shrunken heads?” Hermione asked.
“No, like a blowjob. You know, have his cock sucked.” Lavender said, rolling her eyes. “Geez Mione, where have you been?”
“In the library.” Ginny answered smiling.
“Oh, sod off and get on with it, stop making fun of me, you’re supposed to be my friends.”
“Ok, so, you grab the base like before, stroke the shaft, but instead of fondling the head, you’re going to close your mouth around it. No teeth!” She said before sliding her lips over the head of the big blue rubber penis.
“Harry likes a little teeth.” Ginny said with a dreamy smile that was beginning to make Hermione uncomfortable. She continued to watch as her friends attempted to teach her the fine arts of pleasuring a man. Including way too many personal details about their husbands.

It was late when the girls left, and Hermione felt horrible. She was drunk, her head ached and her stomach was sick. She escorted the girls to the floo, then could make it no further, and ended up face down across the sofa. She didn’t even hear when Severus came home.

“You can just use our floo, Lucius. Dumbledore doesn’t allow too many to be connected so the students aren’t coming and going all the time.” He said as he opened the door and entered his apartment with Lucius close on his heels.
“Thank you, Id hate to have to walk to the apparation point, as it is outside of school grounds. “ He replied.

Severus closed the door, and turned to find Lucius staring at his kitchen table. Closing the gap between them he found the reason for his friends interest. Littering his dining table was several opened and marked copies of Cosmo Witch magazine, an empty bottle of Jose Quervo, several overturned shot glasses, a tipped salt shaker, several chewed up slices of lemon, and four brightly colored rubber cocks.
“What in the hell?” Severus asked as he stared at the odd assortment of items on his table. Lucius picked up the bright green phallus and looked at it, an odd smirk on his face.
“Look, Slytherin colors.” He waved the rubber penis at Severus, laughing silently.
“What is all this?” Severus asked, more to himself than his idiot friend who had picked up one of the magazines and was now reading one of the marked sections.
“The Amazing Art of the Hand Job, How to have Your Wizard Firmly in the Palm of Your Little Hand.” He read the title of the article. “Looks like your wife has been doing research.” Lucius said.
“Hermione!” Severus bellowed.
“Damn it, stop yelling.” He heard her moan. He and Lucius walked over to the sofa and looked over the back. She was sprawled out on her stomach, her wild curly hair covering her face and hanging over the side. Severus moved around the sofa and knelt down near her head.
“Hermione?” Severus queried.
“Stop yelling.” She mumbled.
“I’m not yelling.” He said, looking up at the laughing Lucius.
“Your wife is plastered.” He said shaking his head.
“Hermione, what is going on here?” He asked.
“My friends. Came over. Whores, all of them.” She said, her words slightly slurred.
“Um, and the items on the table?”
“Learning materials.” She said rolling over onto her side and looking at him through a curtain of tangled curls.
“Oh, and what, pray tell were you learning?”
“How to pleasure a man.” She said, yawning, and stretching. She pushed her hair out of her way and rolled to her back. She closed her eyes until the drunken spinning in her head stopped then opened her eyes. “Hello Lucius.” She said with a soft, drunken smile.
“Hello, love.” He said, laughing. “Did you learn anything useful?”
“Don’t encourage her, she’s drunk Lucius.” Severus said shaking his head.
“Oh, I learned that all my female friends are hussies,” She mumbled, closing her eyes again. “And that the balls and the head are the most sensitive parts, some men like to have them kicked and stepped on, all men like blowjobs, apparently I dont want Severus to come in my hair, and Harry likes it when Ginny twists his knob and uses her teeth.” She took a deep breath and opened her eyes to stare up at Lucius again. “You’re awfully pretty.” She said. She closed her eyes and was softly snoring within seconds.