The Graduation Party

05/14/09 A/N: Just an edit to clear up some errors that were bothering me, sorry! Darke Phoenix, thank you for the information on shibari, and many, many thanks to those who reviewed!--Voracious Reader.

A/N: Just an evil oneshot that I had to get off my chest!

Lucius Malfoy and Severus Snape stood in the doorway of the grand ballroom and gaped in shocked fascination. Lucius had given Draco permission to hold a party to celebrate his graduation from Merlin University, but this wasn’t what he’d had in mind!

The ballroom was dark, with flashing multi-colored lights matching the deep, heavy beat of some hard rock song vibrating through the floor. A magical mist created an obscuring fog that only seemed to outline the activities of the gyrating couples on the dance floor, most of whom were in varying states of undress. Swirling eddies in the mist revealed, then obscured the couples, trios and groups locked in erotic tangles around the room, colored light gleaming on sweating limbs, and not even the loud music could disguise the moans and cries the participants released as they “celebrated” in the most primal way possible.

Severus grabbed Lucius’ arm when he would have gone in search of Draco. “Don’t go in there!” the former Potions Master warned his friend. “Someone has put Amortentia in the fog machine. They’ll have to work it off, I’m afraid. There’s nothing we can do.” He pulled Lucius back into the hallway and spelled the doors closed. As the doors slammed shut he caught a glimpse of Ron Weasley on his back with one of the Patil twins riding him like a derby jockey and while the other was sucking the cock of a blissful Neville Longbottom. He shuddered at the sight.

The look on Lucius’ face was priceless. His ballroom was the scene of the biggest orgy since Caligula, and his son was somewhere in the middle of it all. He didn’t know whether he should be angry or envious. He pulled himself together. “Merlin’s balls! If the Ministry finds out… I’ll kill whoever did this. Help me cast a contraception charm on the ballroom, Severus, or the paternity suits will bankrupt me!” He pulled out his wand and aimed it at the doors.

It took some effort, but the two wizards cast the strongest prophylactic spell they could, one used on Hogwarts itself to prevent the randy students from ruining their futures over the centuries. It would prevent pregnancy and also any STD’s the party goers might be carrying.

Shaking his head, Severus tucked his wand back in the holster on his arm. He sighed, “I need to be Obliviated.”

“I need a drink,” Lucius said and led the way to his study down the hall. They could still faintly hear the pounding beat from the music as they walked into the relative quiet of his book-lined retreat. A wave of his hand lit the fire and a few candles.

Severus tossed his robes over the back of the couch and seated himself in an armchair near the fireplace. Lucius poured them both a generous measure of firewhiskey and joined him. “Sweet gods,” he groaned, “Did you see Potter? He had the Weasley chit bent into a pretzel! I had no idea she was so flexible.”

Severus snorted. “I missed that, thank the Gods. The last thing I need is to see ‘the boy who shagged” and his wonder-working arse. It was bad enough to see Longbottom actually getting some.” He slugged down half the drink and shuddered again at the memory. He felt a tingling sensation starting near the base of his spine and the room felt too warm, suddenly. A very nasty thought hit him.

“Lucius, did you inhale any of that mist?” he asked the blond, noting that the Malfoy patriarch was loosening his collar as if it had become far too tight. There was a slight flush on his cheeks as well.

“What? I don’t know. Why?” Lucius paled, his gray eyes going wide. “We are affected, aren’t we? Damn it all! What are we going to do?” He was now beginning to feel the first stirring of arousal, his cock twitching slightly as he looked at his best friend. This wasn’t good.

The only way to stop the effect of Amortentia was to have sex. In an aerosol form the lust potion was even more potent and no doubt they had inhaled it when they had opened the ballroom doors, as the fog had swirled around them.

“We will have to find someone to fuck,” Severus growled as he tugged open the many buttons on his frock coat. He quirked an eyebrow at Lucius “Not that you aren’t attractive, my friend, but I think I would prefer a witch under these circumstances. Our school days were a long time ago.”

Lucius smirked back at him as he ran a hand over his rapidly swelling groin. “Ah, the old locker room under the Quidditch stands. How well I remember! But you’re right, a witch would be better. Too bad Narcissa is long gone in Brazil.”

“At least you would be taken care of, but what about me? I don’t think she would want to share.” Severus said as he pulled his cock free of his trousers and began to stroke the pale, thick length. “We need some relief, here, and soon. I’m hard as a rock!”

“We could always go back to the ballroom, I suppose.” Lucius ripped off his shirt and jerked open his fly. His long stiff cock hit his flat belly with an audible slap. “There’s bound to be someone looking for a good, hard shag.”

Severus shook his head. “I refuse to screw in public for the entertainment of my former students. Besides, the locking spell I used on the doors won’t release until the potion wears off.” Both men were now naked to the waist, trousers open and hard, weeping cocks being fisted as the lust potion surged in their bodies.

“I’m out of practice in fellatio, Severus, sorry.” Lucius groaned. “Maybe we can… “

He stopped as the door to the study was pulled open to admit a disheveled young woman. She entered quickly and slammed the door closed. They watched as she stood there with her forehead pressed to the carved wood for a moment, her shoulders heaving as she panted.

The two wizards looked at each other and grinned. “And a solution presents itself.” Lucius said softly.

The woman turned around sharply at the sound of his voice. It was Hermione Granger. Her soft green dress was pulled off one shoulder, hair in a loose tangle down her back, and she was obviously in some distress. “Oh! P-professor! Mr. Malfoy!” She gasped when she recognized them. “The ballroom… a lust potion… I tried to leave before it… oh, dear!”

Her eyes were glazed and cheeks flushed as she watched the two men rise and come toward her. A fine sheen of sweat coated the tops of her breasts and gleamed in the firelight as her chest rose and fell with her harsh breathing. Hermione knew she was in trouble. And she was going to like it.

Severus flanked her, his dangerous smile lighting his dark eyes. He leaned one long arm over her head and stared down at her. He smelled of spices and smoke, making her mouth water. Lucius moved to her right, wandlessly locking the door at her back. His silvery eyes were brimming with lustful amusement as he hemmed her in, a strong hand playing with a wayward curl. His scent was of musk and sandalwood.

Severus lowered his lips to just brush the petite witch’s ear. “Amortentia,” He purred, emphasizing each slow syllable. “We know, Miss Granger.”

Lucius smiled and ran his fingers along the neckline of her dress, tugging it lower to show more of her cleavage. “You know what it does, Miss Granger,” he said softly.

“We have all been… exposed,” Severus murmured as his hand ran down her arm, noting the raised gooseflesh in its wake. He grasped her wrist and raised it to his face, inhaling her perfume from the pulse point there.

“You are suffering,” Lucius whispered in her other ear, hot breath fanning over her skin. His fingertips lightly circled a hard nipple over the silky fabric of her dress, “We can help you.”

A long slow shudder ran through Hermione’s body at their touch, their voices sending aching waves of need through her already aroused body. In the back of her mind the last dregs of sanity screamed at her to run, but the tide of lust drowned it ruthlessly. “Help.” She whimpered. It was the last coherent thing she said for a very long time.

Severus turned her face to his kiss, his thumb opening her lips to allow his tongue to enter and tease, caress and explore with mind-numbing skill. She felt her dress tugged down by Lucius’ cool fingers, and his hot mouth was quickly on her breast, licking and sucking the hot point as he pinched the other.

Impatient hands pushed her dress down and over her hips as the second set of hands snapped the sides of her knickers and pulled them away to be tossed into the shadows of the room. She heard the rustling as they disposed of their own clothing. And still they kept touching her, kissing her, stroking and tasting until she barely remembered her own name.

They were on the soft Persian rug in front of the fire, but she had no idea how they had moved across the room. Severus lowered himself to his back and settled her astride his face on her knees. “I want to taste you, Hermione, I want to taste it when you come for me,” he growled as he pulled her hips down.

Lucius stood in front of her and watched as she moaned and licked her lips, her hands roaming over her swollen breasts, pinching and massaging the ripe globes in frenzied response to every lick and flick of the potion master’s tongue. His hand fisted over his achingly hard cock and she smiled and drew him towards her. Those ripe pink lips placed a kiss on the fat tip of his erection, and then she wrapped them around his shaft and began to suck.

“Guh! Oh, Merlin!” His eyes rolled back in his head and his knees almost buckled at the sensation. The little witch was greedy; sucking hard, her wet tongue flicking the slit in the tip before her mouth slid down almost to the root. Her arms wrapped around his hips and he felt her small hands squeezing his backside, those little fingers stroking the crevice and playing with the tight puckered ring of his anus.

Severus worked his tongue into her folds, lapping up the delicious juices that flowed from her center before nudging her hard little clit with his nose. He used his fingers to spread her open and as he ran the flat of his limber muscle from front to back of her sex, then slid it inside to stroke against her slippery walls. He grinned when she quivered and ground down against his face, her hips shaking with every lick and stroke he made. He could hear her moaning around Lucius’ cock and he drove a finger deep into her, then a second, finding and stroking that little pad of nerves against the front of her tunnel.

Hermione shuddered as she felt those long fingers delving inside her, feeling them stretch her slightly and then they hit a spot she hadn’t known existed. The terrible heat building in her core flared into a burst of blinding pleasure and she released Lucius’ cock on a half-shriek as she came, “Severus! Yes! Oh Gods!” and she fell forward onto her hands and knees.

Severus pulled out from under her, rising to his knees behind the still-shaking witch. He grinned at Lucius and rubbed his turgid cock over the round cheeks of her pretty ass. “Wait until you taste her, Lucius; it’s like nectar. But this,” he hissed as he pushed forward, forcing his meaty length to rub along her soaking wet flesh, “will be even better!” When he was well coated with her cream, he pressed into her opening, feeling every inch of her sheath sliding over him. “So tight!” He eased forward until he felt the mouth of her womb pressing against the head of his cock. He slowly pulled back, letting her adjust to his size, then pushed forward again.

Lucius threaded a hand into her tangled hair and pulled her face up for a deep passionate kiss, his tongue thrusting into her, mimicking the slow motions of Severus’ hips. He pulled back and smiled into her eyes. “Do you like it when he fucks you? Tell me how he feels inside you, little one. Is it good?”

Hermione smiled back lasciviously. “So good, Lucius! He’s hot and hard as steel, filling me up. Ooh, I need more! Please, please fuck me, Severus! Don’t stop! I want it all, fuck me!” She begged; grinding her hips back into his with every slow thrust he gave her.

Her breasts swayed with each rocking grind and Lucius reached down and squeezed one, making her moan louder. He offered his cock to her again and she stared into his eyes, letting him fuck her mouth as she was reamed by the dark haired man behind her.

Lucius could see Severus’ cock sliding in and out of the writhing little witch’s body, its length glistening with her sweet juices as he pumped hard, hands gripping her hips and pulling her back into his pelvis. “Make her come, Severus! I want to see it; do it!” Lucius groaned and thrust harder into her mouth, feeling his balls draw up and tighten as he came close to the edge. “Oh, fuck, yes, Hermione!”

“Sweet hell, Hermione, do you know what you look like?” Severus growled and thrust with every word. His hand snaked down and rubbed hard over her clit, making her squeal around the hard cock in her mouth. “Stark naked, my cock pounding your cunt like there’s no tomorrow, you sucking him as if you’re starving for it? You’re a slut, Hermione; a brilliant, beautiful slut and we will fuck you in ways you’ve never imagined. We will make you come like you never thought possible, witch!”

The impossible, erotic images of what they could do to her coupled with the fingers pinching and thrumming her clit drove her over the edge into a long, trembling climax.

Shaking, she screamed as she came, a flood of hot moisture washing over Severus’s cock inside her as he gave a last few hard thrusts and released his seed in pulsing jerks into her body. Lucius pulled out of her lips and gave himself a few hard strokes before pumping his come over her face and breasts, loving the sight of the ropey strands landing on her lips and cheeks.

The three leaned into one another for a few moments, Hermione slowly lowering herself to the rug and rolling over between the two men. One of them cast a quick cleaning spell and their come vanished from her body as they settled on either side of her.

“That was… wow.” She said softly, her eyes closed in sated pleasure, little aftershocks still rolling through her body.

“That was only the warm up, my sweet,” Lucius chuckled. He pulled her over him, capturing a still tight nipple and sucking hard on the sensitive tip. Her gasp as his cock nudged into her folds made him laugh aloud. “There are so many other pleasures to be had; aren’t there, Severus?”

“Oh, indeed.” Severus agreed. He moved up behind her, his large hands cupping her breasts as his own cock rubbed between her buttocks. “You have a luscious little arse, Miss Granger, and I want to see how it feels with my cock inside it.”

“And I,” Lucius said as he kissed her, “Want to come inside your tight little pussy while he fucks your arse. Have you ever had two men at once inside you, Hermione? You’ll come like you’ve died, believe me.” He thrust into her, hard.

“But I’ve never… Oh!” she cried out as she was filled with Lucius’s long prick, feeling the head scraping along her slippery walls. Severus was stroking her smooth buttocks, and then she felt the tip of his wand at her rear entrance. “Severus, no, I’ve never done this!” she objected, even as she was pushed forward to lie along the chest of the wizard below her. A bizarre gurgling sensation filled her bowels, followed by the feel of something cool and slick filling her rectum.

“Hush, little one, Severus soothed “it will be all right, I know just what you need.” He removed his wand after having used both a cleaning spell and a lubrication charm to prepare her. “Oops, just one more thing…” He again waved his wand and uttered a quick relaxing charm over the ring of muscle. “There, that will make sure you enjoy this as much as we will.”

“Wait! Can’t we…” She gasped and shut up as a long finger slid into her anus for the first time. Lucius held her still as the finger pushed and probed, pressing through the thin membrane against the cock already inside her. “Sweet Merlin, I’ve never felt anything like that!” Hermione moaned.

Severus laughed and added a second finger, gently scissoring them to stretch her opening. “It gets better, little one, believe me. Lean forward a little more and rub yourself on Lucius. Open to me, that’s it.” He encouraged her as his fingers began to work in and out of her.

Hermione hissed and whimpered against Lucius chest, rubbing her breasts over his skin as she was prepared for the most unusual sexual experience of her life. Each time she pushed against the long fingers she drove Lucius deeper into her quim; when she moved forward, her clit rubbed on his pubic bone, making her shiver. “Oh, please, I can’t stand this!” she moaned.

“Shhh, now, we’re almost there,” Severus said as he pressed the head of his cock to her sphincter. With a twist of his hips, he slowly pushed into her, taking care not to tear the delicate flesh. A second lubricating charm let him slide more easily, working in a little at a time until he was pressed hard to her rounded backside. “Ah, Gods, that’s so good.” He paused to savor the feel of her tight channel clasping his entire length.

Hermione was half out of her mind with the feel of them both inside her. “It’s too much, I’m going to come already!” she cried, her body shaking from the sensation. “Oh, I’m so full. I can’t stand it!” Her slim thighs were aching with the effort of holding still as she straddled Lucius, impaled between the two men. Her nails dug into the blonde’s shoulders. “Oh, gods, fuck me, please, please fuck me!”

Lucius chuckled. “How could we refuse such a gracious request?” He began to slowly pump his hips upwards as Severus moved in synch with him, pulling out as he pushed into her. “Hmm, so tight, so wet; you’re a wonder, Hermione, made for it. I love the feel of you on my cock, little witch.”

They rocked together, gradually moving faster as their bodies demanded more. Severus reached around and lifted Hermione slightly, his large hands cupping her swollen breasts and playing with the distended red nipples. At the same time Lucius pressed a thumb over the stiffened clitoris peeking from her folds and ground lightly over it.

Hermione lost all capacity for articulate speech. A violent shudder racked her entire body and she felt a flood of scalding moisture erupt from her over-worked sex. A high-pitched shriek was torn from her at the moment she came, clawing Lucius’ chest and grinding into Severus cock in her stretched ass, lights flashing behind her eyes as she nearly convulsed over them.

The feel of her slick walls strangling his cock was too much for Lucius, as well as the sting of her sharp little nails. With a hoarse shout he felt his seed pump hard into her depths and he slammed into her, once, twice, before he shuddered over the edge into bliss with her.

Severus wasn’t far behind, his own orgasm building until his balls drew up tight and her jerked her sweet round ass back into him hard, just as his own hot release flooded into her nether entrance on a deep growl, his fingers gripping her hips hard enough to bruise.

The three collapsed into a sweaty, panting, sticky mess there on the carpet. For long moments there was only the sound of the fire and their ragged breathing as little aftershocks of pleasure rolled through them.

Finally, Lucius raised his head slightly and looked at the young woman lying between him and his friend. “She’s out cold, Severus. I think we were too much for her.” He wandlessly cast a cleaning spell over all of them, removing the evidence of their debauched encounter. All but the scratches on his chest, that is. Well, a healing potion would take care of those.

Severus looked down at Hermione’s face resting peacefully against his shoulder. “Give the girl some credit, Lucius. It was her first time being double-teamed; I thought she did rather well, all things considered.”He brushed a lock of hair from her forehead and lay back with a sated grin.

Lucius was quiet for a moment. “Is the lust potion out of our systems?” He asked a moment later.

“Yes. It ended with the first orgasm.” Severus said smugly. “The rest was just gravy.”

Lucius snickered. “Think she would know that?”

“Granger? Hell, yes, she knows that. She majored in potions, right alongside your son.”

“Can’t wait to see what happens when she wakes up,” Lucius yawned and dozed off, an arm over Hermione’s waist.

“Me, too,” Severus mumbled. He tucked her head under his chin and wrapped a long arm around her shoulders, casting a warming charm over all of them before he, too, dropped off to sleep. It had been a very strenuous night for all of them.
The End.