You'll Have to Catch Me First

This was a one-shot that a reader of one of my stories won in a short contest. It is for and dedicated to Dawn, who gave me a list of things she would like to read in this ficlet. I hope it is to your liking dear Dawn, and I look forward to posting other things here.

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“You’ll have to catch me first.”

It had all started with those words. Such a simple phrase, really. And yet it had the power to change her entire life. She’d spoken them in angry jest, a-a joke! But they had been taken seriously, they had been taken as a challenge.

Bugger.

Her current predicament was all her fault, of course. Along with goading him, she’d allowed herself one too many drinks around him and confessed a few naughty things about herself. So now she was blindfolded and tied in the middle of a room, naked as the day she was born. She’d been alone for quite a while, and the anticipation was making her belly flutter, and her core clench.

In other words, Hermione Granger was terrified, yet extremely aroused. She could feel the cool air of the room caressing her cleanly shaven nether regions, the light moisture clinging to the lips driving her crazy with the need to touch herself.

The sound of a door startled her, and she pulled against her bindings in an effort to free herself.

“Now, now, pet. Don’t be so eager to leave. I even brought some company for us.” The voice was smooth and cultured, practically silk made into sound. She took a shuddering breath, and like a serpent backed into a corner, she struck.

“Listen you great simpleton. If you don’t let me go right now I will have you charged with kidnapping and sexual assault. Let me free right now and I’ll recommend they don’t have you making snog faces with the Dementors.” She snapped.

“You were right, Lucius, she does spit like a little viper when she’s angry.”

If it were possible to die from mortification, Hermione Granger would have been a memory. Not only was she at the complete mercy of Lucius Malfoy, of all people, whom she had goaded mercilessly for the past few months, but it appeared he had brought in a witness to his debauchery.

Severus Snape had been quite surprised at the request his old friend made of him. It had been several years since he’d been invited to witness some of Lucius’ more carnal exploitations, and even longer since he’d been asked to participate. Lucius had the nasty habit of taking ‘no’ as a ‘yes,’ and Severus wasn’t fond of forcing anyone. So he watched.

“I told you Severus. Her tongue is like acid when she isn’t in control. You should have heard her last night when her inhibitions had been loosened by the drink. Whoever would have thought that the golden princess would have not only such a filthy mouth, but a dark nature. She’s quite dissatisfied with her current beau, but she has no idea how to proceed.” Lucius said. Hermione didn’t see the sneer grace Snape’s face.

“A waste if ever there was one. He’s as sharp as a marble with about the same personality.” Snape drawled. Hermione made an angry sound.

“You leave Ron out of this! He’s a good man. He’s-”

“Absolutely boring. All he wants is a good little wifey to make him dinner when he comes home from work and wait for him in bed. Don’t insult yourself, Hermione.” Lucius interrupted. “Anyway…tonight isn’t about that fool. You confessed to me some interesting fantasies, and I found myself quite willing to oblige. Not only that, but you quite challenged me to do it. So here we are.”

Hermione felt smooth fingers touch her cheek, and she turned her head to the side and tried to bite him. Her teeth clicked together angrily, and she heard a noise of disapproval.

“My, my, Miss Granger, how very animalistic. One would think that you were into that sort of thing.” Severus drawled.

“This is bloody unbelievable! I never meant to live out any of these fantasies! They were just that! Thoughts! I don’t- mmf!” she struggled as the gag was shoved into her mouth, and she began trying to scream obscenities through the soft cloth. She gasped as a hand cracked against her bottom.

“Some fantasies are much too good to pass up. Expecially when they involve Hermione Granger being fucked senseless by two men, one of which being a former Professor that she crushed on quite hard. I would be intrigued to know how many nights she went to sleep after touching herself into a teenage frenzy and calling your name.” Lucius teased. Snape paused, raising a dark eyebrow.

“Really, Miss Granger?” he asked, this time noting how her body shivered at the moniker. “I must say…I don’t normally indulge myself with former students. I have a habit of remembering their pasty, horrible little faces. But I think I can make an exception this time. There were so many times I wanted so shove something into that mouth of yours to shut you up, and now I can think of the perfect…tool.” He was practically purring, moving closer to her so that he was whispering in her ear.

The low moan would have startled men with less experience in this sort of thing.

“How should we proceed, Severus? Should I give her a nice spanking to remind her of her place?” he asked. That snapped Hermione out of her lust-induced haze, and she struggled anew.

“Oh yes, Lucius. I think a good blistering is just what she needs. She really is an insufferable know-it-all.” Severus agreed. He saw Hermione trying to press her legs together to relieve what was undoubtedly a dull throb by now. But she was tied in a spread-eagle upright position, leaving every bit of her vulnerable.

Lucius gave her no warning as his hand connected with her bottom again. She gave a muffled cry and pulled at her restraints. But then Lucius reached out with questing fingers and plucked at one of her puckered nipples. She gasped and kicked, only to receive another hand print across the back of her thigh.

He made this into a pattern. He would flick or twist one of her lust-hardened nipples, and then give her a nice slap against her bottom. Every so often he would brush his fingers across her glistening slit before returning to her breasts. This kept on for several minutes, until she was huffing and gasping through her gag like the Hogwarts Express, her thighs glistening with moisture and her arse a very lovely deep pink.

“Well, Miss Granger. That didn’t take long. Are you willing to comply? Will you be a good little girl and beg for my cock?” he asked.

Hermione resisted slightly, trying to free her hands. This isn’t what she’d have in mind when she’d started snarking at Lucius Malfoy. He’d been ridiculously non-reactive so far, and she’d had no reason to think he would break that habit.

She’d quickly risen in the ranks of the Ministry, becoming Head of the Department of Records and History. But she’d had such visions of change for the department. She wanted to update the system everything was stored in, rework the preservation charms and make sure history was available for centuries to come. The only problem: Lucius Malfoy, who had taken a more active role in the Ministry finances.

After the defeat of the Dark Lord, he’d wormed his way out of a fair sentence to Azkaban. Many believed the loss of his wife during the final battle had been punishment enough. He’d been put in charge of the Ministry’s finances in order to get them back on track so that the wizarding world could begin to heal. And he didn’t like her, nor did he really respect her department, so every bid she made for more funds was met with disdain and a negative response.

But she didn’t make it easy on herself, either. She regularly insulted him, publically referring to him as Voldemort’s personal boot-licker at one point, and then systematically insulting his entire way of life. But he hadn’t risen to her taunts.

Eventually it became like a game to her, and she began to get more daring and more public with her taunts. It had all come to a head last night during a small party with the department heads and other ministry officials. She’d had too much to drink and had confessed every dark fantasy in her soul to him, even confessing she wouldn’t mind getting a little action from the Malfoy senior, since he was purported to be a god in that field.

But she was afraid. She was deathly afraid of what he could and might do to her. She wasn’t in control here, and it drove her crazy. And almost as if he were reading her mind, Lucius gave a sigh.

“She doesn’t seem very eager does she, Severus?” he asked. “I suppose we could just leave her here for the room service to find. But this would be the end of this…no more chances at a wild night with me. Well if you truly feel this way…” he said softly, noting her lack of response. He walked towards the door, his boots thudding softly against the floor.

She cried out to try and get his attention, working furiously at the gag. She felt it gently pulled from her mouth, and she caved.

“Please! Don’t go…..I…I meant what I said last night…but…I’m so nervous….I’m used to being in control…and I…don’t know how to let go.” She whimpered. She felt like a naughty, chastised toddler with her bottom still on fire as it was.

She felt fingers on her breasts, squeezing and pinching the nipples.

“Well, we’ll just have to teach you, won’t we Severus?” Lucius asked, quite enjoying himself as he toyed with her tits.

“Indeed.” Severus replied.

Lucius regarded her, his eyes narrowed in contemplation.

“If you’ll be a good girl, I’ll untie you. There are several nice positions I’d like to twist you into, but I can’t do that if you’re tied up.” He said. He saw her throat working furiously to swallow the lump she felt was there.

“All….all right.” She whimpered. Her feet were untied first, and she was lowered to the ground before her arms were freed. She immediately tried to reach up and remove the blindfold, only to find it had been spelled on quite firmly. She gave a groan of frustration as she pulled, only to have firm hands take her wrists and pull her hands from her face.
“It won’t come off. Only I can remove it. Trust me when I say it will add to the experience.” Lucius said. She was slightly calmed by his presence, the light spicy scent of his cologne overcoming her fear. “Now, I believe Severus and I are a little overdressed for this party. I want you to do the honors.” He said softly. She nervously reached up to feel for his robes, and his hands one again took hold of hers. “No, pet. Severus is our guest, and you’ll attend to him first. Be sure to remove his boots before you try for his pants. Doing so in reverse order would be awkward at best.” He said, and gently pushed her in another direction.

Another set of hands grasped her arms. This hands were thinner and a bit rougher, and she shuddered at the proximity to her Professor.

“I…don’t know how…I’ve never…” she stumbled as she took a step forward.

“Hush, Miss Granger. I’ll take a seat to make it easier for you.” He purred softly. She gulped, but nodded nonetheless. He gently led her to what she presumed was a chair, and she felt the air shift as he sat down. She stood there for a moment, unsure of how to proceed. “It would probably be easier if you knelt, Miss Granger.”

She complied, and knelt in front of him. Since she couldn’t see him, she had to reach out and touch him, and then shimmy forward a bit on her knees to be close enough. Her hand touched his knee, and she gingerly patted down his leg to find his foot. She then tugged off his boot, relieved to find his foot dry and relatively unscented. Ron’s feet sweated, and as a result had a tendency to smell like old cornchips and skunk. Severus nearly rolled his eyes at the apparent relief on her face.

She gently slipped off his sock as well, and repeated the actions with his opposite foot. Then he stood, and she scuttled back slightly and stood as well. He could see her breathing coming in short puffs and she reached out and found the clasps on his robes. The three clasps were easily undone, and he shrugged the outer robe off and into the chair. Then she started on his black button-up, first pulling the tails from their tucked position, and then unfastening the small buttons. Then he shrugged that off as well. She reached out and touched his chest, her mouth twisting downward when she realized he had on an undershirt as well.

“How many clothes do you wear?” she asked, untucking the undershirt.

“The appropriate amount.” He replied, taking pity on her and helping her pull the shirt over his head. He tossed it aside, and she was then quite aware that he was standing before her half naked. She swallowed hard, and felt the blush starting to set her face aflame.

“I…I’m not sure…” she started. She gave a small yelp when a hand slapped her already red bottom.

“Stop thinking and get him naked. He can’t have on pants if he’s going to fuck you.” Lucius growled, impatient for her to return to him.

She whimpered, and her hands tentatively found his belt buckle. She unfastened it, and pulled it through the loops slowly, only for him to take it from her and toss it aside. She swallowed hard, and then reached out again, finding the button on his pants. She unfastened them nervously, taking down the zipper and tugging them down his legs. He stepped out of them easily, and she started to go for his underwear, only realizing he wasn’t wearing any when she touched his bare hip. She pulled back as if burned, and heard him laugh softly.

“So skittish…” Severus said.

Hands pulled her to her feet, and she was led to another part of the room, where she repeated the ritual with Lucius. Boots, socks, outer robes, shirt, undershirt, and pants. He didn’t wear underwear either, and she found herself blushing.

“Neither of you wears underwear….” She said softly.

“Too constricting.” Severus replied easily, and she jumped when she realized how close he was. She didn’t like not being able to see. Lucius stood her up in the middle of the room, his touch pausing on her shoulders. His fingers trailed down her arms and back before gingerly flicking at her nipples. Her hands came up and tried to push his away from the sensitive flesh. His hands grabbed her wrists roughly, and backed her up until she ran into a warm, solid mass. She realized it was Severus when his erection poked her backside. She arched forward to avoid it, and succeeded in brushing herself against Lucius’ erection instead.

“Are you ready?” Lucius asked, holding her wrists at her sides and brushing his cock against her.

“R-ready for wh-what?” she stuttered, gasping for breath. She felt Severus’ hands brush her hair aside, and felt his lips at her throat.

“Ready for my cock, of course. Silly girl.” He teased, still rubbing the said appendage over her belly.

“If I say no?” she asked boldly, causing Severus to chuckle against the place where her neck and shoulder met.

“I’d fuck you anyway. I don’t like summoning the broom if I’m not going to ride it anywhere. You understand.” He said matter-of-factly. “Severus, you may as well go first. You’ll need the lubrication.”

Hermione was about to ask a question when she felt herself bent slightly at her waist and then the stretching sensation of being filled by a rather large cock. Instead she cried out, blubbering incoherently as she struggled for purchase. Severus penetrated her several times before pulling out and grabbing her by the hair so he could pull her upright. Before she could so much as protest she was pulled against Lucius and he lifted one of her legs so that he could penetrate her from the front.

She gasped in surprise when Severus’ fingers found her nipples, pinching and twisting as Lucius fucked her. She gave a guttural moan when one of those Potions-roughened hands dropped to the place where she and Lucius were joined, and toyed with her clit for a few moments. Then he withdrew his hands, and she gave a surprised shriek when his dew-coated fingers found her rear entrance, spreading her juices to that entrance.

“No….no! No!” Hermione was fighting against Lucius, and he had to hold onto her strongly so that she wouldn’t pull away. She felt him pull her cheeks apart, and felt the pressure of the head of his cock against the puckered entrance. “Not there! Please! Pl- oomf!” Lucius crushed his mouth against hers to shut her up. Severus pushed forward slightly, the head of his cock pushing easily into the entrance due to the shimmering lubrication clinging to it.

Hermione’s finger nails found Lucius’ shoulder, and she clawed downward as Severus pushed past the ring of muscle and began to ease himself in. She was howling into Lucius’ mouth, and he was wincing as she clawed at him.

Severus’ pace was slow and languid, while Lucius’ was much faster and harder. She was jerked between them, trying desperately to escape the overwhelming sensations. She didn’t last long at all, and finally jerked her head away from Lucius’ to throw her face back and scream her release. She begged for them to stop, slapping at Lucius’ shoulder and sobbing.

But the two were merciless, and kept up their unforgiving pace. Severus’ hands found her breasts again, and he attached his hands firmly to her nipples.

“Such a wonton little chit.” He commented. “Who would have known that priggish Hermione Granger would enjoy being fucked by two men at the same time?” he spoke into her ear. Her head was jerking back and forth and she was sobbing as they fucked her.

“P-please! No more!” she gurgled. Lucius groaned, and then gave a short, harsh laugh.
“Silly little muggleborn!” he barked. “We stop when. We. Feel. Like. It.” He snarled, accentuating each word with a snap of his hips. She buried her face into the crook of Lucius’ neck, sobbing and begging as the pressure built up again inside of her.

It started from the tips of her toes, traveling up her legs before it hit her. She stiffened between them, letting out a string of curses that would have made Voldemort himself flush like a schoolgirl. She struggled again, her muscles burning from the effort of trying to get away. But these two men cared not about her hyper-sensitive flesh.

Severus was nearing the edge, and he would make sure Hermione came with him. Lucius took the brunt of her struggles, also near the edge from the sweet contractions of her dripping wet pussy.

“You will come once more for us, Miss Granger.” Severus snarled in her ear. She was shaking her head.

“No more…no more…please…can’t t-take it!” she begged.

“Once more for us. Once more, my lovely little bookworm. So close…I can feel it.” Lucius murmured into her ear. He reached a hand between them and began to twiddle her clit. She jerked and gasped, her legs trying to press together.

“Lucius…” Severus growled, sweat beading on his brow. She kept clenching against him, and it was squeezing his cock most deliciously. He wouldn’t be able to last much longer.

“Come, Hermione. You’re fighting it. Let go. Let go.” Lucius coaxed gently. He took her clit between his thumb and forefinger and squeezed hard.

The resulting orgasm pulled Severus over the edge and he came with a grunt, pumping her bottom full of hot, sticky cum. Lucius went a few seconds later, the hungry clutching of her pussy jerking him off. She bathed Lucius’ thighs in moisture, and even Severus felt it between them. They were still for several moments before Lucius realized that Hermione had passed out between them.

Severus pulled out of her rear entrance with a small pop, and helped Lucius carry the dead weight to the bed against the wall.

“Merlin…she’s a fighter.” Severus huffed, rubbing his chest where a flying elbow had connected. Lucius was looking with dismay at the claw marks down his arm.

“That’s for sure. I should blister her arse again for that.” He said. Severus climbed on the other side of Hermione, his chest rising and falling with great breaths.

“Later. We’ve always got tomorrow morning.” He said, and threw his arm over his face. Lucius collapsed on the large bed as well, leaving Hermione between them. She was out cold, her face flushed and streaked with sweat and tears. He leaned over and brushed some hair from her face.

“Tonight was quite fun. We’ll have deal with you again sometime, Miss Granger.” He said, before sleep claimed him.

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He awoke the next morning to find that the little treasure between him and Severus was gone. He growled, and looked around. Her clothing and wand was gone, and the only hint that she’d been there were the claw marks still down his arms and a neatly folded piece of paper on the pillow he’d put her on. He snatched the piece of paper up, and cursed.

The noise drew Severus out of Morpheus’ arms, and he awoke with a grunt.

“Wazza matter?” he asked sleepily. Lucius passed him the note, and as the dark eyes scanned the short message, he snorted with mirth. There, written in Hermione’s neat script, were six simple words.

You’ll have to catch me first!

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Whew! I got extremely hot just writing that! I hope it was worth it for you all to read it, and I hope Dawn, for whom this story was written, enjoyed reading as much as I enjoyed writing. Hope to see lots of reviews for this little one-shot!

~Dragonfyre