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Hermione: 

Anyone with eyes could see the way Draco Lucius Malfoy had fallen for Hermione Granger. It had started slowly, a tentative truce between them from the moment he refused to identify them at Malfoy Manor, urged on by how he had lowered his wand from Harry in the Room of Requirement during the Final Battle. Then, something seemed to have sparked the moment she stood up in that courtroom filled with the stoic faces of the Wizengamot and pleaded his case. 

If someone had been paying even half attention to Draco that day, they would have seen the Golden Girl’s warmth and empathy reaching into the ice that had formed around him during the Dark Lord’s reign and melting it all. Bit by bit, the Malfoy heir was exposed more and more to the charm and lure Hermione offered and he’d obviously been a goner. 

Rumors spread quickly of how Grimmauld Place was quickly overrun with flowers and gifts of varying kinds. Everything from priceless texts purchased with her in mind to artwork those closest to her said she adored greatly. 

Trips to Diagon Alley between the pair had started slowly. Hands brushed against each other in the back aisles of Flourish and Blotts. Smiles were shared as they spoke about anything and everything while sharing a table in the corner of Fortescue's. He made her laugh as they left the Leaky to go out into Muggle London and she continued to break down every belief he’d been raised to trust at the hands of his bigoted father. 

By the time it came time to get on the train at King’s Cross to go back to Hogwarts for their eighth year, Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger were well on their way to being madly in love. Anyone with eyes could see it. 

None of that stopped Hermione from finding herself in the situation she was currently in, though. 

“Look at you. Swotty little mouth finally put to some good use.” His voice was like velvet as he stood above her, hand caressing the side of her face as he pushed his cock further into her throat. “You can do better than that.” 

Hermione nodded as best she could as she looked up into his dark eyes. Her brow furrowed just a bit as she swallowed around the head of his length and focused on relaxing more, opening her throat completely so he could slide all the way in. As soon as she had done just what he wanted, Severus let out a low groan and his other hand moved back to grip her hair and held her there. Her nose was pressed firmly into his skin and she breathed in, the scent she’d always associated with the surly Potion’s Professor strong as it mixed with something entirely sinful. 

“Look at me,” he said gruffly before Hermione looked up through her lashes and met his gaze once more. “So pretty down there on your knees for me. Do you enjoy how it feels? Your throat full of your professor’s cock?” 

She saw the heat increase in his eyes as her hands ran down his thighs before they wrapped around to the back. As soon as he caught her thoughts in his mind, his eyes fluttered shut and he nodded once, letting his grip loosen in her hair. Perfect, she thought before he pulled back and let her tongue glide along the vein at the bottom of his cock. 

Only when she let it drop from her mouth completely and reached up to wrap her hand around it as much as she could, she licked her lips and smirked. “You know I do, sir.” 

Severus hummed low as he guided her back to his cock, letting her run the tip over her pouty lips before sliding it back into her mouth. “Indeed, Miss Granger. Tell me, where does your fiancé believe you are this evening?” 

The sneer on his face as he spoke of Draco sent another shiver of pleasure down her spine. Excitement burned at the reminder of what exactly they were doing as saliva spilled down her chin. Finally, he took pity on her and pulled her off him so she could answer him clearly, but she remained stroking his cock, not wanting to displease him entirely. 

“He’s very aware of my dedication to wearing you down for an Apprenticeship, sir. He’s a very encouraging man when it comes to the passions of the future Lady Malfoy.” 

An almost growl was torn from his throat as he glared down at her, but none of that burning anger was truly toward her. No, it was entirely directed at the blond that was her betrothed as of a week prior to returning to the castle after the winter hols. 

“One day, I shall make sure you wear an entirely different title, my little lioness.” 

It was Hermione’s turn to hum as she smiled. “Is that right?” 

Severus nodded before he must have decided the time for playing was over. Before she could even really see the switch in his eyes, Hermione had her mouth stuffed with his cock once more and she choked, her throat not prepared for it. He pulled back a bit, but once Hermione nodded, he began to fuck her face in earnest. 

The noises she was capable of pulling from him, buttoned up and perfectly presentable Severus Snape, with something as simple as her mouth were intoxicating. She was dripping in her knickers as his rough moans reached her ears, as his hand gripped her hair tight enough to bring tears to her eyes. She had come to the hypothesis that he could bring her to completion with these two things alone, but she’d yet to have time to test it. 

His head fell forward as he looked down at her, eyes darker than ever as his pupils blew wide at the sight of her on her knees and Hermione resisted the urge to touch herself. “I’m going to come in this perfect mouth, Hermione. Then, you’re going to be good for me and you’re not going to use a cleansing charm or even drink a single thing until after you’ve sat down at that table where I can see you and snog that fiancé of yours. Do you understand?” 

Oh, fuck. 

Hermione’s eyes fluttered shut as she moaned around his cock, only being brought back to his demand when he gripped her hair even tighter. She looked up at him, feeling the tears mixing with her saliva and wondering what a wondrous mess she looked like, but nodded nonetheless. The thought alone of going out there like this, drenched from how Severus was capable of using her, was enough to make her even wetter. However, his new goal? That was bound to make her combust. 

“I’m going to come, my lioness. Now,” he told her, just as ropes of his hot cum shot out into her mouth and she savored the slightly bitter taste on her tongue. 

His head fell back as he continued to empty himself into her mouth, stilling his movements only when he was well and truly dry and Hermione began her clean up. She licked and lapped at his spent cock, making sure to take every drop of his release into her mouth before she stuck her tongue out and showed him just how good she was. 

He looked down at her and pressed a thumb to the pool of cum in the middle of her tongue before he nodded once and Hermione’s lips closed around it as she swallowed. Her eyes never left his as she sucked his thumb clean and then pulled away from him for the final time. Severus held out his hand to her and helped her to stand, a glimmer of concern flashing in his eyes as she winced at her knees extending after so long on the stone floor of the dungeon classroom. 

“Are you alright, love?” he asked, his tone softer than it had been only a minute before and Hermione couldn’t help the smile that grew in the corners of her lips. 

She nodded, stepping forward to bat his hands away to redo the button of his trousers. “I’m always alright when you’re done with me, Severus.” 

“But you didn’t—” 

“Ah,” she cut him off, no matter how much she knew he abhorred when people interrupted him. “We’ve been over this. Not every time needs to be about me. You were stressed after classes today, I could tell. I wanted to help.” 

The man towered over her, looking down at her with a softness she was sure no one else had ever experienced before he nodded and reached up, muttering a charm to cleanse her face of tears and spit. However, her knickers and mouth remained notably untouched. When she arched her brow, Severus shrugged with a wicked smirk. 

“I wasn’t lying, my dear. I expect a show for me and me alone at dinner tonight,” he said before he leaned forward and pressed a loving kiss to the center of her forehead. “A dinner that we will be late for if we do not leave soon.” 

“Do we have to?” she asked, a slight tone of petulance to her voice. 

Severus chuckled darkly as he turned her around from him and urged her forward before reaching down and swatting her bum. “Go on. I’ll see you tomorrow in class.”

Severus:

He was never one to lose his focus, especially when instructing a class. However, since the beginning of term, he’d found himself lost in his thoughts on more than one occasion. His mind wandered to the single witch in his life that was capable of such a feat. Her curls felt so soft under his touch. The uptick of her lips that curled in a way he knew was just for him. The expanse of her legs between the material of her socks and hem of her pleated skirt. 

Hermione Granger had proven herself a powerful temptation in Severus’ life. One he was thankful he hadn’t been aware of when the Dark Lord was still rising to power; however, now that he was gone, and her presence there for her final year at Hogwarts was a mere formality, he found no qualms in indulging. 

Today, his thoughts drifted back to the dinner from only a few weeks ago. How warm her pretty mouth had been around his cock before she drank his cum down like such a good little witch. It was what came after, though, when he’d found himself sitting at the head table and watched as Hermione had led Draco and the other eighth years to the table they occupied at the front of the room. 

His eyes had stayed locked on the witch as she sat next to the blond and he began filling her plate with food she loved, just as he always did. Severus had to give it to the man, as much as he hated to; Draco paid attention to Hermione. He was attentive and patient. Loving and so bloody kind. And still, his witch found herself in Severus’ bed. 

He’d smirked to himself at the thought as he’d watched Hermione lean over and press her lips to Draco’s. He’d held back a groan at the sight of her pink tongue brushing over his and knowing what the wizard had tasted on his fiancée’s tongue was not the potion she’d told him he’d taken, but the evidence of her betrayal. 

His thoughts were interrupted by a sound at the back of the classroom, snapping him out of his memories as he lifted his head and narrowed his gaze at the couple in the back row. The very ends of Hermione’s hair were sparking, her face twisted into a look of mild annoyance as Draco sat with his body turned toward her, twisting one of her pretty curls around his finger. 

“Mr. Malfoy. Miss Granger. If you cannot follow directions for one class, then I see no reason for you to be here,” he drawled as he turned his seemingly uninterested eyes back to the paper on his desk. 

Draco turned to him with a look of shock before his cheeks flushed slightly. However, he didn’t question him as he straightened his body and turned his attention back to the book on the table in front of him. Severus waited, counting the seconds that passed with careful patience before he lifted his gaze and met Hermione’s. 

“Is there something you would rather be doing, Miss Granger? Or is the coursework I’ve set for you today too simple for such an insufferable know-it-all?” He arched his brow as he watched her hand clench around the material of her jumper. 

“No, sir,” she answered, something in her tone setting him on edge. 

He watched her, everyone else in the class having the good sense to keep their heads down during the silent battle of wills. “Then I suggest you get to work. And I will expect you after class.” 

His concern rose slightly as her shoulders slouched, relaxing as she obviously heard what she’d wanted to hear. He swallowed down the need to ask her what was wrong, to make his way over to her and check on her, and it was only the shifting of the man beside her that stopped him. Her fiancé. 

Hermione nodded once and dragged her book over to open in front of her. “Yes, sir.” 

The rest of the class went slowly and while everyone, including Draco, couldn’t feel the rising tension, he could. He walked around the room slowly as he observed everyone in their various stages of essay writing, lingering slightly over the shoulder of the witch who had barely gotten her name written on the parchment by the time he was to release them. 

Severus sat back at his desk, watching as the groups fled from his dim classroom in the dungeons. He observed Potter and Weasley smiling at Hermione with promises to see her in the common room. The way Draco lingered in the doorway before planting a soft and chaste kiss to her lips. All the while, his cock was hard in his trousers thinking about what was to come. 

Only when the door was shut, his witch inside, and locked, did he meet her eyes across the room and cock his head. “Would you like to tell me what is bothering you, little lioness?” 

Hermione huffed and deflated as she dropped her bag back into her normal spot before taking a step toward him. “It’s silly, really.” 

“Nothing ever is when it comes to you,” he offered, tapping his finger on the top of his desk. “Why don’t you explain?” 

Her bottom lip was being abused, something he’d noticed with more and more frequency in the months since she first came to him to discuss their obvious mutual desire. He’d noticed a great many things in that time, not that he wasn’t before, but now he didn’t feel as lecherous for doing so. Like the slope of her nose, how adorable it was when it crinkled during her laughter. The slender curve of her waist that led to hips he was sure were made specifically to be held in his large hands. 

The delicate touch of her hands. 

The way her lips curled when she gave him a smile meant just for him. 

The tight grip of her greedy cunt on his cock. 

All of them were things he’d had the pleasure of enjoying in the past six months. 

“Draco knows I want to wait for the wedding night to sleep together,” she started with a scoff as he smirked. Yes, his perfect little witch knew what belonged to Severus and it wouldn’t do to have her giving it away to anyone. Even if that man was her betrothed. “However, he’s insistent that we can do other things.”

Severus clenched his fist as his dark eyes met Hermione’s before he lowered his voice. “What have you allowed him to do to you, Miss Granger?” 

Her pretty little gaze widened, but she still stepped toward him. “I didn’t like it, Sev—Sir. He was nothing like you.” 

“What,” his voice grew harder just as the length in his trousers did, “did you allow him to do?” 

Her eyes lowered to the ground and by the way her lips moved, he knew she said it, but she also knew better than to mumble. Luckily for him, she had brought herself right into his reach and Severus wrapped his hands around the back of her thighs and pulled her close so her knees were locked between his own. 

“Speak up, Miss Granger. You know how I feel when you mumble.” 

She nodded, curls bouncing slightly before bringing her bottom lip between her teeth once more. Letting it go after a brief bit of abuse, he earned her attention once more. “He licked my cunt, sir.” 

Severus hummed knowingly as his hand ran up the outside of one of her thighs, just under the hem of her skirt. “And by how tightly my little lioness is wound, I take it he didn’t make you come, did he?” 

Hermione shook her head fervently, a desperate need written clearly in her eyes. “No, sir.” 

“And what do you expect me to do about that?” 

Her lips parted slightly, pink tongue running along the seam as her chest started to heave slowly. “Please, Severus…” 

“Words, Hermione.” His hand continued up until he found the line of her knickers. 

Or, at least where her knickers should have been. His naughty little witch.

“Please, will you lick my cunt and make me come, sir?” She was so sweet as she spoke that Severus was useless to deny her. 

“Sit on the desk,” he told her, holding back a smirk as she scrambled to do as he said. 

She eagerly climbed up, sitting primly on the edge with her hands in her lap as Severus continued to sit there. Without a word, he silenced the room and brought his chair a touch closer before looking up from her legs to her face. 

“Go ahead and pull that skirt up. Tuck it up into your waistband. That’s it,” he ran a hand up her thigh, eyes falling down to her bare cunt that waited for him. “Is there a reason you forgot your knickers this morning, Miss Granger?” 

That bottom lip was back between her teeth for a moment before she leaned back on her hand. “I was wearing some earlier, but they…they got ruined.” 

“And how was that achieved?” 

Her arousal was all he could smell. The sweetness of her cherry shampoo, the warmth of vanilla lotion, and the forbidden delicacy of her perfect, dripping cunt as it already began to pool on his desk. His hands ran up her thighs, rough against the softness of her smooth skin until his thumbs brushed against the trimmed hair there at her apex. Severus lifted his attention to her face and arched his brow. 

“I was thinking about–” She gasped as his thumb brushed against her slit. “About you. I wanted to come here last night, but he fell asleep in my…my bed. Fuck, please, Severus.” 

The language his lioness was capable of using always surprised him, hearing filthy things drip from her tongue as she rolled her hips. She was desperate for his touch and usually, Severus would punish her for her behavior in class first, for her attitude, but he found no need for it. Not when she’d already been aching for him all day, left a mess because of the incompetence of her fucking fiancé. 

Severus dipped his head and kissed the inside of her knee, earning a keening sound from the back of her throat. “Such a desperate witch, aren’t you?” 

Hermione nodded, falling back onto her elbows as he scooted closer and closer, his mouth leaving wet kisses along her flesh. Only when his nose grazed the crease of her thigh did he look up at her from his spot and wrap his hands around her thighs, pulling her further down so her arse was hanging off the desk. He pushed them open, holding them wide apart as he looked down at her glistening cunt. 

“Perfect,” he whispered just before he bent down and let his tongue flatten against her soaked slit and slide up through her folds. He collected her pleasure, drinking it down with every pass from her entrance to just before her clit. “Bloody perfect. Have you really been like this all day?” 

“Yes,” she breathed, hands gripping at anything she could on top of his desk. “All fucking day, Sev. Please. Please.” 

Tasting Hermione on his tongue did nothing to the throbbing in his trousers, but he knew this was about her. He would take care of himself after he sent her on her way, now was time for him to focus on the pleasure she needed. He pressed his tongue into her cunt and lapped, sucked at her clit until she was a writhing, panting mess below him. 

“More,” she begged so nicely. “I need more, Severus. Please.” 

He chuckled into her and released one of her legs before bringing his fingers up to her dripping entrance. His eyes flickered down to the wood below her and he groaned at the sight of the puddle there. 

As he thrust his fingers into her waiting quim, Severus sucked her clit between his teeth and lavished in her soft screams. He let them pull his own pleasure higher and higher until he was sure if she even thought of touching him, he would combust. 

“That’s it, my little lioness. Come for me, let me taste what belongs to me.” 

He pushed his fingers into her and hooked them, pressing them to the spot inside he knew he was the only one to ever touch. Not even his little witch had been able to find the spot within her before he came along. Hermione’s back arched as finally, her hands found his hair and gripped, pulling him closer as she rode his tongue. 

Just as he was about to hook his fingers once more, Hermione screamed into the classroom, his name a curse against the stone walls and his throbbing cock. He continued what he was doing, lapping at her new flood of release as she came back down to earth and only when she stilled, her grip on his hair loosening, did he stop. As his witch was prone to do, she muttered something under her breath as she attempted to catch it and Severus couldn’t hold back his chuckle before he sat up and silently summoned a clear pair of her knickers from his rooms. 

He tapped her hip and slowly, Hermione rose from where she had laid out across his desk. Her cheeks were flushed and eyes glassy with pleasure. She was fucking breathtaking. 

“Thank you, Sev,” she said softly as she slid off the desk. Her hands went to his shoulders as he helped her step into her knickers before he wrapped his hands around her waist and pressed a kiss between her clothed breasts. “What the world would be like if they knew you had a heart.” 

“I think many would argue against you in that sentiment. Especially a certain heir that I am sure is waiting for you by now.” 

He stood as Hermione took a step back, crossing the classroom as he followed to grab her bag. He watched as her knees shook slightly as she bent down and the way the side of her skirt lifted as her bag dragged against it. Her hand reached for the knob before she paused, gasping as Severus turned her and pressed her into the door. 

His hand came up and squeezed the sides of her face until those pretty brown eyes found his. “I don’t want to hear you let him touch you again, Hermione. You may be engaged to him, but your pleasure belongs to me. I don’t fucking share, little witch. Do you understand?” 

She nodded, never taking her eyes off his as he loosened his grip. “I understand, sir. It won’t happen again.” 

Severus nodded and without another word, he turned and left her to leave his room as the locking charm disengaged. 

Draco:

The candles in the room came to life as soon as he opened the door and turned back to Granger with a smirk on his face. She was standing off to the side, head and hip against the wall as she watched him with a soft smile. Her curls were loose from their earlier style and her cheeks were flushed from the small amount of wine and Champagne she’d imbibed in, but she was pretty there in the low light. 

“Shall we, Lady Malfoy?” he asked, holding his hand out to the witch. 

She huffed out a laugh, her smaller hand slowly reaching out to take his own before he led her through the door and into the room where they would be spending the next week. Preferably naked, and hopefully sated. He hadn’t understood Granger’s insistence on waiting for their wedding night to finally have sex, but now that they were there, Draco could maybe see the appeal. 

Knowing that he would be the only one to ever feel the tight heat of his witch’s cunt. 

“I’m just going to freshen up and change, alright?” she asked and Draco turned to see her worrying her bottom lip with a coy smile. 

He stepped forward, hand gripping her waist before he leaned in and pressed a lingering kiss to her lips. “Don’t take too long.” 

Granger shook her head and laughed softly. “I won’t. I have something special planned for tonight and I’m anxious to see your reaction.” 

Her words went straight to his cock and Draco watched as she slipped past him with her bag and into the bathroom. Merlin, he’d been waiting what felt like years for this moment, to finally get to claim the Golden Girl as his own and by the end of the night, she would be. He rubbed his hands together as he began to undo the buttons on his shirt, pulling it off before sending it to fold itself into the hamper. 

His eyes remained trained on the door where his wife was now as he undid the placket of his trousers and let them drop to the floor, stepping out of them before he flicked his wand and sent them to the same fate as his shirt. A deep breath filled his lungs as he closed his eyes, rolling his head from one side to the other. 

Maybe he should do some push-ups? Theo was always telling him that he needed to do it just before they had sex, since it made his arms look bigger in the moment. He stared down at the carpet, looking from it to the door before he scoffed and shook his head. Ridiculous. 

His attention turned to the bed where the white duvet was pristine and the pillows still in perfect rows. He could go sit there, wait for her with his back against the headboard, but then again, he didn’t want to seem too eager. Another scoff permeated the silence of the room as he looked down at himself, already half-naked. If that didn’t tell his new wife he was eager, he wasn’t sure what would. Still, he wouldn’t choose the bed. No, the chair would be better. 

He would pour himself a drink and take a seat until that delicious little witch decided she was ready. 

Draco nodded once as he decided to do just that, grabbing a glass from the bar cart off to the side of the room and pulling the stopper out of the decanter of Firewhisky. He poured two fingers’ worth of the amber liquid into the glass and brought it to his lips, savoring the smell of the drink before taking a sip. It burned pleasantly down his throat as he swallowed and his nerves seemed to calm marginally. 

As he relaxed down into the seat, his thoughts turned to the witch on the other side of that door. How lucky he’d been that she’d given him a chance. How…surprised he’d been that he hadn’t even needed to apologize for the things he did when they were younger before she was happy to give him the time of day. He smirked to himself as he adjusted in his chair. She was an admittedly easy catch but also the best there was. 

It didn’t matter that she was a Muggleborn, she was Hermione fucking Granger, Golden Girl to the Wizarding World and she would be perfect in his plans to take the Malfoy name and make it even greater than it had been before his father took it and ruined it. 

“Frowning on the wedding night is bound to definitely leave wrinkles,” a sweet voice came from the doorway he hadn’t noticed open and his head snapped up, his mouth running dry at the sight before him. 

Granger stood in the doorframe, one hand at her side and the other behind her back as it reached and grabbed her other wrist. The warm light from the bathroom lit her from the back, those famous curls tousled and already a mess. His eyes slid from her face down her body, the curves he always felt under her robes on show until the sheer material of her dark green babydoll lingerie. 

It helped matters in his case that she was also bloody fit. 

Draco swallowed past the sudden dryness in his throat before he attempted to stand. Granger shook her head and held her hand up, cocking her pretty head. “No. Stay right there. You look good there.” 

He smirked, his cock twitching at the thought of her walking over to him and straddling his lap. “I can stay here.” 

Her smile was knowing, something hidden in it that he couldn’t pinpoint quite yet, before she nodded. “Good. I have a treat for you. Something special I’ve been planning for an awfully long time. Are you going to be good for me so I can give it to you?” 

He bit back a groan as he nodded, lids heavy as he looked her over. “I can be good for you.” 

Granger’s smile grew and she stepped forward, wand in hand. 

“Excellent. Just to make sure,” she said as she flicked her wand and restraints conjured on his ankles and wrists. He pulled at them, attempting to move, but they were tight—almost too tight—but he wasn’t worried. “In case you get any ideas of leaving.” 

His head snapped up, his attention quickly moving from the binds on his arms to the witch who watched him with an innocent smile. “Leaving? Why would I leave?” 

Just as he spoke the last word, there was a knock at the door and both of them turned their heads. His witch laughed softly under her breath and Draco slowly turned his head to watch her. When she met his gaze, there was something new burning in her eyes, something he’d seen a few times throughout their last year at Hogwarts, but he still couldn’t quite place. 

“Who’s at the door, Granger?” he asked quietly. 

“Your surprise, silly,” she said sweetly before she walked over and opened the door, causing Draco’s blood to run cold. 

Still dressed in his finest robes from their wedding, all black with the faintest hint of the same shade of green Granger was wearing on the details of his tie. His face was impassive as his eyes drank in the sight of the witch before him until she stepped to the side and allowed him to enter. 

“S-Severus?” Draco asked, brows furrowed as he watched the man walk further into the room as if he had more right to be there than any of them. 

The smirk that grew on his godfather’s face was lethal, as if it had been intended to kill, and Draco had a funny feeling that he could only call dread work its way into his gut. He pulled at the restraints on his arms but hissed as they seemed to tighten the more he moved. 

“Draco,” Severus said calmly—bored. 

“What are you doing here?” He looked from Severus to Granger, trying to make sense of what was happening. 

Severus chuckled as he slowly pulled his outer robes off, revealing the black shirt and trousers, his tie still perfect around his neck. The older man reached up to undo it, but Granger quickly pulled his hands away and slowly, at an almost agonizing pace, began to undo the knot as Severus turned his attention to him. 

“I believe it’s time we discuss that betrothal contract you signed, Mr. Malfoy,” he spoke and his deep voice practically reverberated off the walls before it reached Draco. “About what exactly you signed up for when you ignored the…fine print.” 

Draco swallowed as he never took his eyes off the pair in front of him. It was a funny feeling, the nervousness that spread through his body like a warming charm. 

“Fine print…” he repeated as he pulled on the restraints at his wrists. 

Severus and Granger ignored him as the witch undid the buttons down the front of his shirt before pushing it off his shoulders and exposing the man’s bare torso. Her eyes seemed to drink him in before she leaned in and pressed her lips to the center of his chest. Severus let his head fall back and his hand came up, cradling the back of her head before he whispered something inaudible to Draco and Granger pulled back, moving to stand in front of the tall wizard. 

Her pupils were blown as she breathed heavily, her chest rising and falling in a rhythm he was sure he’d never brought out in her in their time together. Severus leaned down behind her as one hand reached up, gripping her hip as the other moved her hair from one shoulder and exposed her neck. 

“Why don’t you explain to Mr. Malfoy here while I get you ready, love?” Severus said as his eyes lifted to Draco with a smirk. 

Draco’s gaze snapped to Granger as a soft whimper sounded in her throat, but she nodded nonetheless. Her eyes fluttered open and she cocked her head slightly just as Severus pressed a kiss to the side of her throat. 

“We all know how smart you believed yourself to be, Malfoy,” she began before her voice turned breathy as the other wizard began to let his hands roam over her body. Clearing her throat, her eyes hardened once more. “How convenient it was that after your father ran your family into the ground, after he disgraced the name of Malfoy in the entirety of the Wizarding World, that you would suddenly set your sights on me. Did you realize that you hadn’t even apologized for anything?” 

He opened his mouth to speak, but Granger flicked her hand casually and cast a wordless, wandless silencing charm. He narrowed his eyes at having his ability to defend himself taken away and huffed, rolling his eyes. 

That sweet smile he’d always seen on Granger’s face was back and it was only then that Draco realized how fake it was. How it was different from the smile she gave everyone else and not in a good way, as he had previously thought. 

“You’re third in our class, Malfoy. Surely you understand the concept of a rhetorical question,” she snapped slightly before a soft gasp tore from her lips. 

“Now, now, there’s no need for claws yet, my little lioness,” Severus purred as his hands reached up and finally met the tie between her breasts that held the two sides of her covering together. 

With an achingly slow pace, Severus pulled the end of the bow and Draco watched with painfully hard cock as it fell open and exposed Granger’s torso to him. Merlin, he fucking loved her body. She was always hiding it under oversized jumpers and behind a book, but when she put it on display, Draco was reminded of how bloody lucky he was that she was his wife. 

Or, at least that’s how he felt before he saw what her golden skin looked like with Severus’ pale hands sliding up her stomach to the underside of her breasts. The way his thumbs looked as they brushed over her pebbled nipples. 

“Unluckily for you,” Granger said, drawing his attention back to her face. “I had already set my plan into motion before you decided to fool around with matters far out of your capabilities. You see, I was there for Severus as he healed in St. Mungos. I was the one by his bedside every day and we grew…close.” 

Severus chuckled, one hand tweaking a nipple while the other ran down her stomach to the top of her barely there knickers. His dark eyes found Draco as a feral grin spread. “‘Close’, she says. If the Healers ever gave us enough time, she would have climbed into my bed that first week and had her wicked way with me.” 

Granger swatted at Severus’ arm with a playful scowl, earning a softer laugh from the older man. “You’re horrible.” 

Severus’ brow arched as he looked from Draco to the witch. “And you’re not? May I remind you what you’re currently doing, my dear?” 

She rolled her eyes before she turned back to Draco. “As I was saying. I was ready to get to school and seduce you into a relationship. I knew you wouldn’t be able to resist once I pointed out how good this would be for you, but as always, a Malfoy was nothing if not predictable. You came to me and it took less than a smile on my part to have you exactly where I wanted you.” 

“I was in full support of her plan from the moment she told me,” Severus told him, his fingers now tracing the outer seam of Granger’s knickers as she sucked in a breath. Her eyes rolled back as he continued to speak, slipping his finger under the material. “I’d gone too much of my life with you Malfoys bringing me nothing but shit. With Lucius in prison, I didn’t particularly care what happened to you anymore.”

Granger moaned softly as Severus obviously dragged his touch through her wet slit and Draco hated how much his cock longed to be finally buried in the witch. His mind had finally realized he wasn’t getting a shag that night, but his cock had yet to catch the memo. He shook his head, closing his eyes as he tried to block out the sight before him, but at the sound of a cleared throat, his eyes snapped open. 

She was watching him as Severus’ touch circled her clit. Her cheeks and chest flushed with desire as she was obviously brought closer and closer to her release. 

“Severus, please,” she begged and Draco bit back a groan at the sound of her begging. 

She never begged with him, the few times she had let him touch her. Never sounded like that. 

“Patience, love,” he said roughly as he kissed her shoulder and lightly bit the junction there. “Finish explaining so I can give you what you want. You’ve been waiting so long, such a patient girl for me to fuck you, haven’t you?” 

Granger nodded frantically, moaning loudly. “Gods, fuck yes. Y-you proposed sooner than we thought you would. As soon as you did, I-I—oh, shit—you went right to Severus and asked him to draw up the betrothal contract. Couldn’t forego the Pureblood traditions for one bloody moment, could you?” 

She laughed as her head fell back to Severus’ shoulder and she shook her head. 

“It worked in our favor, though.” Her hand reached up and she gripped the man’s forearm tightly. “Severus was able to put all sorts of clauses in both the betrothal contract and then the contract we signed today. You trusted him so much, you didn’t even fucking read them.” 

Her voice was breathy, her climbing desire and frantic need evident with each word she said. Draco could do nothing but glare at them, the two people who had obviously set out from the start to ruin him. He just wasn’t sure he wanted to know how bad the damage was. 

“Severus, I can’t,” she begged and the man shushed her softly. 

“You’re doing so well, Hermione. So good for me. Hold out just a bit longer and then I’ll give you what you want,” he said, nose pressed to the line of jaw and fingers playing with her cunt like he knew it better than his own cock. 

“We’re to be married for ten years. A year for every bloody one you made my life hell, plus interest on account of because I fucking can.” Granger’s head snapped up and she glared at him even as her pupils told him just how on the edge she was, her legs shaking as Severus held her up around the waist. “You're under a fidelity clause, one Severus made sure I am not held to. You will never touch me, or anyone else for that matter, for the entirety of this sham of a marriage.” 

Draco’s blood ran both cold and boiling hot as he realized their contract was sealed in blood. Lucius had always demanded Malfoy Marriage contracts were sealed with blood magic and Granger, even being Muggleborn, had jumped at the opportunity to have such a binding deal in place. It didn’t escape his knowledge that Granger would remain Lady Malfoy even after divorce because he’d been naive enough to listen to Severus when the fucking asshole told him Granger would never dream of leaving a Malfoy so there was no harm in giving her the reassurance. 

The fucking bitch had ruined his life. 

“You get to live a miserable and lonely life befitting a true Malfoy and I am free to do whatever I please. Do you understand, Husband?” 

Draco’s eyes narrowed, but he was bright enough to know there was nothing to be done. Severus had drawn those contracts up himself and he would be an idiot to even try and look for loopholes. Not when it came to these two minds. Instead, Draco jerked his head in a nod. 

As soon as he gave his understanding, Severus chuckled darkly and turned his head. “Come for me, Hermione. Show Draco what he will never get to experience again.” 

When Granger came, her body shook and her screams bounced off the walls. It all went straight to his cock and he loathed that if his hands were free, he would have already been stroking himself, despite what was actually happening. Before he really registered the movements, Seveurus had moved them to the bed, right in Draco’s line of sight and had completely bared them to each other. The other man’s cock wept at the tip and he leaned back, spreading Granger’s legs, looking down at her cunt. 

“This is the moment I’ve been personally looking forward to for a year now,” he said, his voice rough with his own desire, before he glanced over at Draco. “Getting to show you how I am the first and only cock your wife will ever experience. Getting to take that from you while you watch, helpless and glaring. How does it feel, Mr. Malfoy? To know that your godfather will actually be the one to breed the future of the House of Malfoy?” 

Draco’s jaw clenched as he watched them. His anger was at a tipping point, but with nothing to do about it. 

Severus gripped the base of his length and dragged the tip through her slit before he looked down at Granger and his eyes softened. “Breathe for me, Hermione. That’s it. Good fucking girl. Look at you taking everything I have to give you. Fuck, you’re gripping me so well.” 

His own head fell back at the thought of it being his own cock sliding into the tightness he knew her cunt had to be. The feeling of the sharp intake he’d heard as he filled her to the hilt. His cocked throbbed in his pants and he hated the way he was close to coming untouched at just the sounds of skin slapping, her moans, her pleas. 

Shit, he thought as he picked his head up and watched them. 

“Severus, please,” she begged as he picked up one leg under her knee, pushing it back to her chest as his hand came down to her clit. “Please, fill me. Put a baby in me. I want your baby.” 

“Already, my dear? You want me to already fill this pretty little cunt with my seed and watch as you take it all?” 

Granger nodded, a sob ripping from her throat as her head fell back against the pillows. “Please!” 

“Come for me, my little lioness. Come on my cock and I’ll give you exactly what you want.” 

Draco couldn’t have looked away as Granger fell apart on Severus’ cock if he wanted to. The way she dragged her nails down his back and arms, leaving red scratches in her path. How her back arched and her eyes rolled back. It was all it took for Draco to spill in his pants embarrassingly at the same time Severus thrust once more and stilled, coating the walls of her cunt with his cum. 

The man let out a guttural groan as he emptied himself inside of Draco’s wife and it was with that finality of an event that the reality of the situation really settled over his shoulders. He was married to Hermione Granger in name only. Another man had not only just fucked his wife in front of him, but that man was his godfather. 

He breathed heavily, his body coming down from his own pathetic release when Granger looked over at him. Her eyes were bright, sated as she smiled softly and gave him a two finger salute. 

“Cheers to the next ten years, Malfoy.” 

finite.