If Two is Company, What is Three?

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For gotsnape and her kind words (I see what you meant about the ssss.) This is a shinier version for you, and yes while it was originally supposed to be a one shot, my now sober muse has other thoughts. Now, onto the story.

Oh almost forgot-none of them are mine. Damn it all!


If Two is Company, What is Three?
Chapter One
Severus Snape; Cocktail Master

Severus Snape and Lucius Malfoy. Two of the most intriguing men she had ever known.
Scary, yes but intriguing. One light and the other dark, one obviously handsome the other subtly handsome. Both were down right sexy and both were at present vying for her attention. Subtly so, for they were Slytherin after all, but still vying.

‘About time too,’ she thought as Severus handed her yet another martini. She sipped it and smiled. Delicious, but then again he was a Potions master so it only followed that he could mix a great cocktail.

Severus had been her harshest teacher, the one who pushed her the most, and she had repaid him by excelling. He had been proud of her, he said in a whisper as she crossed the stage and accepted her certificate. He had actually shaken her hand when she offered it.

The war had ended two months before with the defeat of Voldemort. Defeated as the prophesy had said at the hands of Harry Potter. The battle had been fierce, but in the end the revelation of Lucius Malfoy and Severus Snape as spies for The Order had distracted the Dark Lord enough to allow Harry to cast the final killing curse. The wizarding world had been celebrating ever since.

Now, having been graduated from Hogwarts, the former students had made merry and during the course of the evening Hermione had consumed a vast quantity of alcohol. Then again she had a weakness for martinis’.

The general atmosphere of the post graduation celebration led tocingcing once music was conjured and a free for all ensued. There was still so much to celebrate. Hermione had scored the highest score on her NEWTS in recent memory. It was no small feat and so she had one more reason to celebrate.

And so she did. She laughed, she drank and she danced.

Somewhere during the course of the evening she had managed to attract the attentions of Lucius Malfoy, who had asked her for a dance. She accepted and they both set to the floor, ignoring the startled looks from her friends.

This was followed by an offer from Severus, as she had been instructed to call him and then another with Lucius. Severus had been about to ask her for another but she had protested that she was thirsty and so here she stood, drinking another martini

“Really Severus,” Lucius drawled. “How many of those have you given her?”

“I haven’t been counting. Why do you ask?”

“Yes Lucius, why are you worried?” Hermione asked, her voice slightly slurred. This elicited a smirk from her former teacher, which would have scared her under ordinary circumstances. Tonight she found it arousing. Almost as arousing as the scent she was picking up from Malfoy, who had leaned closer to her.

“It wouldn’t do to have you pass out from the alcohol, Miss Granger. I have plans for you this evening.”

Electric sparks shot through her belly and down sex at his words and the sensual tone of his voice. “Really?” she asked in a whisper.

“Yes Miss Granger, really.”

His voice washed over her in a slow wave, “Oh!” she gasped as she felt herself grow wetter at the thought of his ‘plans’.

“Surely Lucius, you don’t expect me to allow that,” Severus said. “I do believe that I had plans for our lovely Miss Granger.”

“Did you now?” came the haughty reply.

“Yes.”

“I saw her first, Severus.”

“Technically, Lucius I saw her first seeing as she has been a constant fixture in my class room these last seven years,” he growled.

“That doesn’t count and you bloody well know it my friend,” was the hissed reply.

“Gentlemen,” Hermione interrupted. “And I use that term loosely. Have you quite forgotten my presence? Perhaps my plans for the evening don’t include either of you.”

“Don’t be ridiculous Miss Granger,” Snape answered. “I have seen the way you look at me and loathe as I am to admit it, Lucius as well.”

“I have no quarrel with that Severus,” she answered. “But I will not be fought over as if I were some sort of prize, I don’t care how good your martini’s are.”

She turned her head to Lucius’ her mouth thisclose to his. “And for your information, Lucius this is the sixth martini I’ve had since dinner.”

With that said she kissed him on the lips and then turned and did the same to her former teacher. Somewhere in the distance they heard the shattering of glass and exclamations of what was suspiciously like disgust, but these things barely registered as they watched her walk out of the Great Hall.

Of course they followed, just as she knew they would. Grateful that they couldn’t see the satisfied smirk on her face, she led them through the corridors and finally down the dungeon stairs.

His chambers were nicer than she had imagined, warm and inviting and not a hint of green to be had. Rather they were cozy. His sitting room wasn’t what interested her, and she allowed him to take the lead.

Severus Snape and Lucius Malfoy were, thankfully, quick on the uptake and she found herself in Snape\'s bedroom without having to utter a word.

Before she could desire it to be so, their hands were upon her, stroking. Lucius mouth covered hers, his tongue caressing her lips which she opened allowing him into her mouth. He plundered with his tongue as his hands sought and found her breasts. Severus busied himself by kissing the back of her neck as his hands explored her, his hands covering the spots that Lucius had left.

Soon they were naked and on the bed, a tangle of limbs. Severus had spread her legs and was busy tormenting her with his tongue, she was shaking with pleasure, the moisture of her arousal flooding his mouth. Lucius caressed the side of her face and kissed her.

“Let me fuck your luscious mouth, Hermione,” he panted.

Straddling her, he thrust himself into her mouth savoring the soft warmth of her as she devoured him eagerly. Each moan that Severus elicited with his tongue, vibrated along the length of his shaft which sent waves of pleasure through him. When she came, her moans loud and keening triggered his release and Hermione swallowed every bit.


When he had caught his breath he traded positions with Severus and lavished her clit with the attention of his tongue. Her moans soon made him hard again, and as Severus came into her hot mouth, Lucius plunged his hardness into her tight wetness.

“Oh, G-Gods Hermione!” he shuttered leaving her breathless with each powerful thrust of his hips.


“Fuck her Lucius!” Severus exclaimed as he watched his friend pound into her. “Yes that’s it. Make her come!”

Hermione moaned at his words, her mouth again seeking his. He kissed her deeply before plying her nipples with his tongue. “Stroke me Hermione,” he hissed between licks. She gladly obliged, her tongue stroking his length as Lucius pounded her into oblivion. They came together, each mng lng loudly.

With a grunt of frustration, Severus pulled her head away from him and in one swift movement flipped her onto her stomach. Pulling her onto her knees he entered her ass in one swift movement eliciting a moan of pleasure from her.

“Is it a tight little ass, Severus?” he asked as she enveloped him with her mouth. He grabbed a handful of hair and guided her movements.

She was dying, and she didn’t care. She felt herself fleeing her body as she tightened around Severus and Lucius emptied himself into her mouth. The three climaxed together then collapsed onto the bed in exhaustion.