Sandwitched

Pairing: Severus Snape/Hermione Granger/Lucius Malfoy
Fanfiction created for the Drunken Fanfiction Contest Hosted by SoftObsidian74 on LJ
How much did I have to drink before writing: One vodka martini and two kir royales


Many thanks to my lovely beta, margaritamama, many kir royales to you Babe!


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Sandwitched


She picked out the darkest corner of the pub, plunked down on the bar stool while waving the bartender over. “The best tequila you’ve got, a small plate, salt and lime wedges. Oh and leave the bottle.”


She slid four galleons towards the bartender smiling a little weakly. Taking a lime wedge, she rubbed it along the side of her left forefinger from the knuckle along the curve to the knuckle of her thumb. She shook salt over the moistened skin, picked up the bottle of Patron Silver and poured it into the shot glass. Her eyes closed for a moment as if in silent prayer then she blinked them open. Gripping the shot glass in her right hand, she brought her salt and lime coated hand to her mouth, licked it clean and then tossed back the tequila. She picked up the lime wedge and bit into the sour, tart meat, relishing the juice that flooded into her mouth.


She plopped her chin in her hand and thought, ‘fucking job, fucking Ron Weasley, fucking ministry politics.’


It had to have been one of the worst weeks of Hermione’s life.


Her fucking tosspot of a boss had taken the report she had spent three months researching, writing and filed it as his work. His ‘work’ had just gotten him promoted to head up the new division within the Department of Magical Creatures. He had given a crappy little speech today in his staff meeting proclaiming his promotion and in turn had announced that his little sycophant, Bainsbury, would be replacing him in managing the old department. No discussion of the position being available for others to interview for, nope, the fucking ministry didn’t believe in ensuring the right person was placed in the job, nope, they had the fucking good old boy network in place.


In addition, her new tosser of a boss announced that they wouldn’t be replacing him. She knew he intended to dole his work out across the staff then turn around and claim he was optimizing the department for prime efficiency. Such a bullshit word ‘optimizing’, Hermione snorted, they’d show reduced headcount for the department and maintain the same level of work. More irritating was there was no doling; he had given all of his work to Hermione.


Fucking wankers! She picked up another lime wedge and downed another shot.


And to top off the end of this wonderful week, tonight that fucker of a boyfriend or rather ex-boyfriend, Ron Weasley had dumped her! HER – Hermione Granger!


Fame had clearly gone to the git’s head.


He had gained popularity as keeper for the Chudley Canons. For the last month, the press had been having a field day with a very public flirtation going on between Ronald and Playwarlock’s Playmate of the Year, Emme Fitzwater. It had started with a Daily Prophet interview, where she had been asked:


Daily Prophet: What do you look for in a wizard?


Emme Fitzwater: I love a wizard who is athletic and has a lot of positive energy. An old-fashioned guy that comes from a big family with big family values. A guy who open doors for me and likes to hold my hand. Oh, and he has to be ginger, be a Keeper – yes, Quidditch is a must.


Daily Prophet: That sounds surprisingly like the Keeper for the Chudley Cannons.


Emme Fitzwater: Oh, does it?


After that interview, Ron had begun taking an inordinate amount of time on his appearance. New clothes, new haircut, and then he came home tonight and said, “I think we need to see other people.” All his bags were packed and leaning against the wall.


To which she had responded, “Are you fucking kidding me Ronald? You’ve had a taste of fame, you fucking wanker, and it’s gone to your head.”


She was so angry her whole body had been shaking. Ron had gotten a good look at her and hightailed it out of what had been their flat quickly, quite sure she was about to hex off his balls.


Five years she had spent with that little wanker. Five fucking years.


After Ron had left, she knew she couldn’t stay in the flat where she most likely would turn out all the lights, crawl into bed, curl up into a little ball and sob her heart out. So here she sat, in a darkened pub with the intent of getting very, very pissed.


She picked up another lime wedge unaware of being watched. Two wizards sat in the back corner of the pub, their eyes never leaving the small witch as soon as she had entered the pub.


“She looks rather pathetic.” The dark haired wizard murmured as he took a sip of his fire whiskey.


“She is looking rather forlorn isn’t she?” The platinum blond agreed. Then a predatory look came over his face. “It strikes me Severus, that Miss Granger might be looking to lose a little control.”


“Lucius, what are you thinking?” Severus scowled at his friend.


“I’m thinking I’m rather bored and a lovely little diversion, sits just across the room.”


“Lucius, she was a student.”


“’Was’ being the operative word, my dear friend.”


“Lucius . . .”


“Come now Severus, she’s looking rather pitiful and no one should drink alone.”


“It’s not the drinking that concerns me.” His voice low and silky.


Lucius smirked and waved a waitress over to their table.


Hermione was about to pour another shot when a waitress set a glass of wine next to her. “I didn’t order this.” Hermione looked puzzled as she stared at the glass.


“I know you didn’t luv, they did.” The waitress pointed towards a booth at the back of the pub.


Hermione turned on her stool and looked at the two men sitting at the booth. Her eyes widened, Severus Snape and Lucius Malfoy. Snape signaled Hermione to come over. She gave them a very long look, it’s not like she had anything to lose. She grabbed her bottle of tequila, the plate of lime wedges, salt shaker and walked over.


Both wizards stood as she approached. “Miss Granger, won’t you join us?” Severus asked.


She looked at the two imposing former-dark wizards and snorted, “Why the fuck not!” She sank down into the booth and put her bottle, plate and shaker on the table.


“Are you celebrating Miss Granger?” Lucius asked a slight smirk on his face, he looked at her assessingly with those cool grey eyes. Good Gods, she had grown up quite well.


“Celebrating . . . that’s a good one, Mr. Malfoy, I didn’t know you had a sense of humor.” She chuckled then hiccupped; she was finally beginning to feel a little buzzed. She began lining up her drinking paraphernalia.


“So I take it not celebrating.” He said silkily as he watched her arrange her plate, shot glass, salt and tequila just so.


“I’m planning on getting quite pissed.” She looked up to see both men scrutinizing her.


Lucius Malfoy was fucking gorgeous she thought. That white blond hair flowed over his shoulders. Severus Snape leaned back drawing her gaze to him. She had had a crush on her potions instructor since 5th year. Those dark brooding eyes and that dangerous aura about him. Fuck, they both reeked of danger, gorgeous danger.


“Did you have something better in mind?” A challenge in her eye.


“I believe I might.” Lucius always enjoyed providing an alternative.


Severus smirked and shook his head slightly.


The three of them apparated into the foyer of Malfoy Manor. Hermione looked up at the high-coffered ceiling.


“Will Mrs. Malfoy mind guests at this hour, Mr. Malfoy?”


Lucius smirked, pulling off his black leather gloves, “It’s Lucius and Mrs. Malfoy has been Ms. Black for the last four years and now lives in Italy.”


“Oh, I’m sorry, I hope, I mean I didn’t mean . . .” Hermione slightly flustered.


“Oh nothing to be sorry for my dear, she’s happy as am I with the arrangement. Shall we have a drink in the library?”


Hermione sat on a sumptuous leather couch next to the fireplace. Severus walked over with three glasses of fire whiskey. Lucius closed the door to the library, flicking his fingers towards it to ward against any unwanted interruptions. He turned towards the little witch rubbing his hands together in anticipation.


Severus handed Hermione a glass and sat down next to her. Lucius walked over, sat on the other side of Hermione, and reached for his glass deliberately brushing her breast with his fingers.


Hermione’s mouth suddenly went dry. She now found herself the center of attention between two dark and very, very attractive wizards. She gulped.


Lucius shifted closer and with his free hand began playing with a wayward honey brown curl. Taking Lucius’ queue, Severus also shifted closer and ran his finger down her jean-clad thigh to the rip at her knee.


“Ehmmm . . .” Hermione stammered.


“Hermione, may I call you Hermione?” Lucius whispered silkily against her ear.


“Ahhhhhh, yes, Hermione is fine.” She could feel the heat from both wizards and she shivered in anticipation.


“Cold?” A dark voice whispered in her other ear. Another shiver danced down her spine.


“No.” She whispered.


“Hermione, have you ever participated in a ménage a trois?” Lucius moved from running his finger along the curve of her ear to down the line of her throat, running it slowly under the neck of her t-shirt.


Another shiver shot straight to her groin. “Ahhhh, no.”


“Would you like to?” Severus ran his finger along the tear then under the material.


Hermione groaned then whispered, “Yes, I believe I would.”


“Five points to Gryffindor for providing the right answer.” Severus whispered against her neck.


Hermione’s gaze went from Severus to Lucius and back. “I . . .” Her brain was on sensory overload. Any hope she had at a coherent sentence had fled the moment the two men had sat down next to her.


“Severus, I want you to sit with your back to the arm of the couch. Hermione, I want you to suck him,” Lucius’ voice was loud and authoritative and sent a rush of pleasure racing through Hermione’s body.


Her body clenched at the promise of what lay ahead. She shifted onto her knees so rather than sitting on the couch she kneeled on it in between Severus’ long legs, his thick, hard cock already staring her directly in the face, she wrapped her fingers around it and stroked.


Severus gasped, “Put your mouth on me Hermione.”


She leaned forward and swiped a tentative tongue up along his cock then scraped her teeth across the tip.


“Quite nice Hermione.” A voice whispered behind her.


She paused only long enough to glance over her shoulder and smirk at Lucius before returning to the task at hand. Severus’ cock thickened and expanded against her tongue, growing harder with every lick, swipe and suck. Before long, his salty taste danced over her tongue. She paused to taking in the weeping tip of his cock before lapping her tongue across the plumy tip to catch a pearly drop.


Severus growled and fisted his hands through her hair. “You’re just a little too good at that, my dear.”


Hermione smiled, emboldened by his words, took as much of him into her mouth as possible. He groaned and his body shuddered. His fingers tightened their grip into her hair.


Hermione wrapped her lips around the base of his cock and began moving her head slowly up and down. She felt two hands come around her hips and begin to unbutton then unzip her jeans. Her jeans slowly made their way down her legs taking her knickers with them. She flicked her gaze downward to find Lucius between her legs, then felt a warm wet tongue begin to lap at her quim. Her tummy tightened and a sweet ache began to build with every stroke of his agile tongue through her slick folds. A whimper escaped from her lips.


“Forget what I’m doing to you and continue to suck his cock,” Lucius told her, “I want you to keep sucking until you’ve sucked every bit of his cum and licked him clean. Do you understand?”


His authoritative words and tone sent a gush of excitement straight to her clit. Always she held control, she had never imagined being ordered what to do would be so thrilling. She nodded beginning to feel an impending orgasm. Severus pulled on her hair reminding her to continue to suck his cock.


“Use your other hand to play with his balls,” Lucius said silkily.


Hermione closed her eyes and cupped her fingers around Severus’ sac, pulling slowly while she once again took him into her mouth. All the while, Lucius continued to alternate between sucking and licking at her aching center and clit until Hermione was nothing more than a quivering mass of nerves in need of release.


She panted and moaned around Severus’ flesh, but never let go. He was close to coming. She could feel his cock pulsing against her tongue. She too was ready to explode.


Clutching her head, Severus held her in place and thrust in and out, fucking her mouth. All she could do was open her mouth as wide as possible giving him the access he craved. He cried out as he found release, his seed spurting against the back of her throat.


At the moment of his release, her sex clenched and tightened. She screamed around Severus’ cock, spiraling into orgasm brought on by Lucius’ talented mouth and tongue. Lucius pressed a light kiss against her sweet center, leaned up to caress her heart-shaped bottom.


“Let’s take this to the bedroom, shall we?” He smirked.


Severus smiled and lifted Hermione’s head up and kissed her lightly on the mouth. “Excellent idea.”


He helped her slowly stand. The three of them stood against one another and Lucius apparated them to his master suite. Hermione stood between the two dark wizards. She couldn’t help but wonder what they intended to do with her next.


“So . . .” She clapped her hands together, “What do the two of you have planned?”


Severus’ grin was wicked. He grabbed her shoulders and spun her in the direction of the massive bed. “Walk towards the bed.”


Giddy excitement raced through her as she walked towards the bed. The two wizards grinned at the sight of the small witch barely covered by her t-shirt.


As she stood next to the bed, she looked over her shoulder at the two men; her hair tumbled riotlessly over her shoulders.


Lucius smirked at the heated look in her eye and he locked gazes with her and said, “Strip.”


Before she had managed to reach for her shirt, Severus wrapped his strong arms around her. “I’ll do that,” he growled against her ear, a trickle of wet desire began to make its way down her inner thigh.


She held her breath while his large, slightly calloused and potions-stained hands trailed along her sides and played at the hem of her shirt. His fingers burrowed beneath the edge and splayed across her tummy. Raw need shot straight to her cunt and she turned her head towards him only to have his lips descend upon hers.


His kiss was hard, his tongue plunging into her mouth, swiping across every nook and cranny. When he finally broke the kiss, he pulled her shirt up then off, dropping it on the floor.


Hermione closed her eyes, relishing his touch. He slipped his arms around her and cupped her through her lace bra.


“Breathe, Hermione,” he whispered and with an expert hand removed the bit of lace.


He cupped and pinched her nipples until they were hardened points. Hermione groaned, pressing her breasts into his palms. He gave her a light kiss and stepped back.


She stood naked before the two wizards. They gazed at her hungrily taking in the lovely curves of her petite, little body.


“Why Miss Granger, what a delightful surprise.” Lucius said in a low heated voice as he took in the sight of her bared little mons, his eyes glinting silver. Suddenly shy, she made attempt to cover herself.


“No, no, no, you were told to strip and here you are trying to cover yourself.” Severus admonished her.


“Severus is quite right, you need to be punished you naughty little girl.” Lucius began to slowly walk towards her. Hermione’s eyes widened and she edged backwards until her legs were pressed against the bed.


“Ehmmm. . .” Hermione whispered. Lucius grasped her wrist and pulled her towards him as he sat at the end of the bed. With a quick tug, she fell over his lap. “Lucius . . .” she squeaked.


“Bad little girls get punished.”


And without further ado, he began to spank that sweet little arse. Hermione cried out trying to reach back to protect her bottom. He grasped her hand and pinned it to the small of her back.


The spanks cracked loudly within the room as his hand bounced off Hermione’s rosy, pert, little bottom, Hermione howled in protest, calling to Severus for help. Severus shook his head and smiled a little crookedly as he sank down into a chaise lounge across from the bed.


“This is one of Lucius’ favourite past times far be it for me to prevent it from happening.” He lounged back to enjoy the show.


Hermione thought she might just possibly be losing her mind because she could feel herself grow wet with excitement. She cried out as Lucius turned his attention to the tender skin of her inner thighs. She renewed her struggles and Lucius hooked his leg over her one of her legs so that her legs were spread wide. Lucius began spanking her wide-open cunt, very, very lightly. The spanking didn't hurt, but what it was doing to her was unbelievable.


Her cries turned to moans as the repeated light smacks began to make her ache with warmth and desire. She arched her back and raised her bottom higher trying to give him more access to her very hot center. She groaned and tried to put pressure on her clit, desperate for relief she began grinding her hips against his lap.


Severus stood up and began to remove his clothing. Catching Lucius eye he nodded slightly and made his way towards the bed. Lucius stopped smacking and began rubbing her bottom in small circles.


“Are you all right?” He asked her.


Hermione turned her head to look up and him and said shakily, “I want more.”


He smirked, “I know you do but you will do something for me first.”


He let her slide down between his hard thighs, her face at his groin. He pulled himself out of his trousers. He was long and thick. Excitedly, Hermione ran hands up his thighs and leaned down to wrap her lips around his cock in one fluid motion.


Lucius groaned rolling his head back. Severus came up behind her and began smacking her bottom. Hermione groaned around Lucius’ cock. Lucius grasped her head, thrusting into her mouth.


Severus stopped smacking and ran his hands over her bottom then slid one hand between her thighs, dragging a finger between her folds. “Hermione, you are soaking wet.”


She felt she was going to explode if he didn’t begin to use those fingers to assuage her growing ache. As far as she was concerned, sweet relief couldn’t come fast enough. He shoved one finger deep into her hot sex making Hermione groan.


Lucius pulled out of her mouth and asked, “Have you ever had anal sex, Hermione?”


“No.” She groaned again as Severus continued to play with her quim.


Lucius ran a hand along her back, “So you haven’t had one man buried inside your sweet cunt and another man in your arse?”


“Ehhm, ahhhhh, no.” She groaned again.


Lucius made eye contact with Severus, “You take top.”


Severus smirked and nodded, patted her bottom then helped her to stand and climb up onto the bed. Lucius undressed and approached the other side of the bed. He climbed on and lay down then reached for Hermione, pulling her up over his body until she was face to face with him.


“Ride me,” he whispered right as his cock glided into her hot, wet sheath. Hermione slowly eased herself down taking him all in one glide. Slowly he thrust into her, cupping her bottom then he spread her cheeks.


“Now Severus.” Lucius groaned as she clenched around him.


Hermione heard Severus whisper a spell and felt moisture against her wrinkled rosette. He eased his finger in. Severus placed his other hand on her bottom, holding her steady while he began moving his finger in and out of her.


“Relax Hermione, push onto my finger.”


She felt the bed sank as he climbed on to press his body against hers. She felt the tip of his cock against the cleft of her bottom.


“Don’t hold your breath Hermione.” And he eased in pushing his cock into her puckered entrance.


“Oh, it hurts.” Hermione cried out.


“You are so fucking tight.” Severus whispered. “Don’t fight me.”


Lucius stroked a hand down her back, in an attempt to sooth her. His warm breath played against her ear.


“Relax Hermione push against him.”


Not wanting to disappoint, she followed his instructions. The pressure built, then the ring of muscles gave way, and Severus slid in. Hermione began to pant in short breaths as she struggled to adjust to the feel of having both of them buried deep inside her. The pressure was incredible, but much to her surprise, not nearly as painful as she imagined. Still, the feeling fullness was incredible.


She dropped her head against Lucius’ chest, “Oh Gods.”


He kissed her shoulder.


“I’ve never felt so full.”


Lucius pulled out then pushed in. Severus found a rhythm in synch with Lucius. Hermione moaned and dropped her head against his shoulder.


“That’s it; enjoy what we are doing to you.” Lucius whispered silkily as he pushed back and Severus pulled out.


Never could Hermione have imagined the near-euphoric feeling she’d experience being sandwiched between the two dark wizards. She closed her eyes as she felt herself slowly climbing towards what she knew was going to be an orgasm to end all orgasms. She writhed between the two men; sure she would never be able to walk again.


Pleasure ripped through her as both men’s pace increased with each glorious stroke, the pressure increased. Hanging onto the edge of her climax, she clung to the sensation, fighting to wring every last pleasure to be hand in that moment. She threw her head back and cried out, her body shaking with the intensity of her spasms.


Severus groaned and pushed into his own release then Lucius let out a growl and quickly followed after a quick roll of his hips.


Completely exhausted and more satisfied than she’d ever been in her life, Hermione let herself fall into Lucius arms as Severus pulled out of her. Another whispered spell had her clean and she felt Severus’s body molded against her back. She could only hope they felt half as good as she did. Lucius shifted pressing closely to the front of her, his legs tangled with hers.


She was well and truly ’Sandwitched‘ she smiled to herself as she fell into a deep sleep.