"Look at her" said that rich, velvety voice that was starting to become so familiar. 

Hermione blushed deeply, crossing her arms over her exposed chest and squeezing her legs together impossibly tight. She was naked. Completely and utterly naked. She searched desperately to no avail for a sheet or a blanket to cover herself, on the four poster bed on which she was laid. 

A deep chuckle interrupted her embarrassment. Hermione realised that there were two pairs of eyes watching her struggle. Her breath caught in her throat. One set  of eyes were a soft, steel grey. They looked at her with genuine curiosity, perhaps a little mirth. The second set were obsidian. Hermione shied away from the pure hunger in their gaze.

Draco Malfoy looked exactly how Hermione had recalled. His silver-blonde hair was immaculately styled. His pale complexion was striking, as always. Draco was in his shirt-sleeves, his collar was left open displaying a smattering of blonde chest hair, his grey waistcoat complementing his piercing eyes. 

Next to him stood a man, who looked at Hermione as though he was thoroughly starved and she was the last meal on Earth. Severus Snape looked healthy. He had gained a healthy amount of weight in his retirement as Professor. His facial features were softer but his gaze was equally as intense as it had always been. His dark hair kissed his shoulders. He wore a well tailored black suit and a devious smirk. 

"She's so helpless." Draco said, in a low voice.

"She's just begging to be corrupted." Severus purred. 

Hermione, although thoroughly ashamed of herself, couldn't have agreed more. Her pulse was rapid, and she wasn't entirely sure whether it was from the humiliation of being examined so thoroughly, or the eroticism of having two men observe her so closely. She only had to move her arms to expose her eager breasts to the two men. She pressed her hands further to her chest, in an attempt to conceal her erect nipples. If she moved even slightly, Hermione was afraid that the men would see how her wetness had leaked from between her thighs, to stain the bed sheet underneath her. 

"Please." Hermione whispered, unsure of what she was asking for. 

Draco licked his lips. "Has Hermione Granger suddenly gone shy?" He teased. 

"Are you afraid?" Severus asked. 

Intimidated, perhaps. But not afraid. Hermione had never felt so submissive in her life. She shook her head. 

"Brave girl." Draco said. He reached out and placed a smooth hand on her bare foot. Hermione didn't flinch. 

Severus noticed, of course. "Play with her, Draco." He suggested. 

Malfoy obeyed, running his alabaster hand up Hermione' s foot and over her ankle. He was surprisingly warm, she noted, although a shiver ran up her spine. Obsidian eyes met her own. Snape watched Hermione curiously as Draco slowly ran his hand up her leg. Hermione was already panting, the air in the room feeling thick and unsatisfying. 

As his hand passed her knee Draco shifted closer to gain better access. She was enveloped by his scent. Sandalwood, with a hidden spiciness that she couldn't detect. Perhaps Cinnamon?  None of that mattered as Draco's hand reached her inner thigh, and he slowed to a torturous pace. Hermione still had her legs pressed shut, but his touch was gradually releasing her tension. She exhaled loudly, as his fingers brushed the sensitive skin at the top of her thigh. 

Surely he could detect her heat? If her were to move, perhaps less than an inch, he would certainly feel her arousal. 

Instead of touching her where she wanted, needed, to be touched, Draco parted her thighs. Hermione felt her face heat impossibly further, as her Ex-Potions master surveyed her with ravenous eyes. She tried to shut her legs, but Draco's hand held strong. The scent of her arousal was beginning to permeate, and Hermione felt tears spring to her eyes in humiliation when Severus made a point of sniffing the air. 

"Perhaps Miss Granger would feel more comfortable if she were not the only one unclothed." Severus directed at Draco. 

He undid his belt with the hand that wasn't nestled between Hermione's thighs. "She ought to make it worth my while." 

Draco exposed himself, stepping out of his trousers and kicking them to the side. Severus seemed unfazed to see the younger Malfoy naked from the waist- down. His erection stood proud, weeping slightly from the tip. Hermione forced herself not to look at it, nor at Draco. The heat between her legs noticeably increased. There was no way for her to conceal it. 

"You may ask her to suck you. But nothing more." Severus said, eyeing her wetness. 

Immediately, Draco shuffled so that he stood level with Hermione's head. She need only turn to come face-to-face with Malfoy's manhood. She swallowed loudly. He knotted a hand in her hair, and forced her to look at him. At his cock.

"Open." Draco said with a sneer. 

She obeyed. 

He was surprisingly gentle, Hermione thought, if she discounted the fist that held her head in place as he slowly fucked her throat. She shut her eyes, breathing rapidly through her nose. Draco was large but slender. Even when he hit the back of her throat, he was not entirely concealed within her mouth. It didn't take long for her jaw to begin aching and for saliva to dribble down her chin. 

Hermione opened her eyes and looked up at Draco. Their eyes met and he let out a selfish grunt. He held her gaze, his eyes burning with self-satisfaction and pleasure. He groaned as her throat convulsed around him once more. 

"She's such a mess." said Severus. 

She pulled away from Draco in surprise. Truth be told, Hermione had quite forgotten that the other man was still standing there, examining her exposed womanhood. While she had been distracted with Draco, Severus had moved closer to Hermione, kneeling by the edge of the bed so that he was at eye-level with her arousal. He inspected it with keen interest. Draco yanked Hermione's hair, pulling her gaze back towards his cock and pushing the head past her lips. 

Her vision now fixed on Draco again, Hermione shivered with anticipation. A finger trailed down her inner thigh, excruciatingly close to where Hermione so desperately wanted to be touched. Severus's chuckle vibrated through him. 

Without warning, Severus pressed his tongue against her arousal, licking a broad swipe up her body. Hermione moaned around Draco's cock. It only took a few more strokes of her Potions Professor's tongue for Hermione to submit entirely to her pleasure. Severus held her thighs steady as he continued his assault, passionately tending to her needy womanhood. Draco was only spurred further by Hermione's moans. His thrusts were becoming messy and desperate.

Just when she thought it couldn't get any better, Severus sucked hard on Hermione's clit. She cried out, her mouth full of Draco's cock. She tried to buck up against Severus's face in desperation. Both men held her stronger as she began to writhe in their grasp. Severus's hands were grasped around her thighs hard enough to leave bruises, although he smirked at her attempts. 

Hermione didn't have the presence of mind to be embarrassed about the strangled sounds that were leaving her mouth, as she felt the heat in her lower abdomen grow. She wasn't even humiliated about how soon they had driven her to climax. Not so much as a finger had entered her yet, and she was ready to blow. 

Draco seemed to be reaching his peak also. His thrusts quickened and she felt his cock twitch in her mouth. 

Severus glanced over at Malfoy, from his position between Hermione's legs. He gave the blonde a teasing smirk. "So soon?" 

Hermione didn't have time to gather a thought on the interaction before Draco met his release. Her jaw screamed in pain, but she sucked dutifully as he emptied himself into her mouth. He tasted bitter and salty.

Severus seemed not to notice, and continued to stimulate Hermione with his tongue. Now free of Draco's cock, she was free to vocalise as she wished. Her voice was hoarse. She couldn't find the right words or sounds to convey the pleasure she was feeling. There was a trail burning fire, leading from her belly, to her clit. Sucking harder, Severus only added fuel to the fire, making it rage uncontrollably.

She sucked in a breath, feeling herself be consumed by the blaze- 

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Hermione awoke panting. She bolted upright. 

She was filled with momentary panic. Her dream had seemed so vivid. So real. She had felt everything. Hermione's eyes adjusted to the darkness of her bedroom, and she began to relax in the familiar surroundings. Assessing the situation, she realised that her body was drenched with sweat. Her hair line felt damp and her mouth felt dry. Hermione kicked her bedsheets to the floor, sighing as the cool night air reached her skin. 

Perhaps most noticable, however, was the burning desire in her tummy, and wetness between her thighs.

She lay back onto her pillows with a groan, snaking a hand between her thighs to finish what the two men had started. 

____

Hermione met with Katie for dinner at the Leaky Cauldron later that evening. She wore a comfortable emerald tea-dress, that she often wore to work, with black tights and heeled boots. She had even applied a little makeup for the occasion, wanting to give off an outwardly appearance of confidence. 

She found Katie battling her way towards the bar. There was a particular crowd of men who seemed to be giving her a hard time. Hermione watched as Katie puffed out her chest and elbowed her way past one particularly inebriated patron, who was all-but swooning over the Quidditch star. 

Hermione followed suit, ignoring the men who shouted and catcalled as she stalked past. She heard her name whispered loudly amongst the intoxicated group of primates. She suddenly wished she hadn't put as much effort into her appearance. Hermione could see Katie shouting something to the bar tender over the noise. The man promptly disappeared from view. 

"Katie. Hi" Hermione joined her friend at the bar, their shoulders pressed together in the crowds. 

Her friend let out a relieved sigh in a way of greeting. "I'm starting to wish we had chosen somewhere less crowded."

"Men are pigs." Hermione cursed, as she felt an unknown hand 'accidentally' brush up her backside in the throng of men. 

Mercifully, the bartender had returned, presenting them with a bottle of red wine, and 2 large glasses. Katie slammed a handful of coins on the bar and pushed her way out of the crowd, without waiting for her change. Hermione followed, as her friend cleared a path. 

Katie led them both to the back of the establishment, as far away from the densely populated bar-space as possible. They managed to snag themselves a quiet table by a large fireplace. It was surprisingly quieter, but the unbridled roar of conversation from the pack of males was still audible.

"Should have known better than to come here on match day." Katie muttered, popping the cork from the wine bottle with a flick of her wand. "Puddlemere United completely steamrolled the Appleby Arrows this afternoon." 

Hermione looked at her friend with a clueless expression.

"That means that if The Harpies beat the Ballycastle Bat's next Saturday, we go on to play Puddlemere in the final. Honestly, there's no chance we'll win with that line-up." Katie took a large gulp of her wine.

"I still have no idea what any of that means." Hermione said, with a wry smile. 

"Long story short." Katie said. "If they'd just let me back on the team, to play the match against the Bat's, we'd be able to defeat them and go on to play in the League Final. Right now, the Harpie's Chasers are a joke. Beaumont is going to have to catch the snitch in record time for them to win the match on Saturday." 

Hermione looked at the hopeless expression on Katie's face. "It must be awful for you to stand back on the side lines." 

"You have no idea." Katie sighed. 

"Is there any update on your situation?" Hermione asked, referring to the fact that Katie's coach had recently fired her from The Holyhead Harpies, for being a part of The Ministry Dating Programme. 

"I spoke to Bachelor #11." Katie divulged. "I explained that I had lost my job, and that I was looking for another team to join. I was very honest. I told him that he was the only candidate that I had selected, and that I wanted to take his thoughts into consideration. He was really kind. He said that he completely understood. He said that he's also currently looking for work, but he wants to leave the country. He doesn't want to stay in the UK forever. Which is something I hadn't really considered before."

Hermione sipped her wine. "Is it something you would want?"

Katie groaned and threw her hands in the air. "I honestly don't know. When I left Hogwarts I really wanted to travel, but then I got spotted by the Harpie's coach at the school Quidditch final, and ended up joining the team immediately. Now, I'm not sure if I would be able to just move to another country, with a man I've only met through a screen." 

Frowning, Hermione said. "It's a big risk to take." 

"Exactly." Katie said. "But on the other hand, do I really want to stay in the UK that's run by a man who thinks that a marriage law is okay?"

"I think that you make a very valid argument." Hermione agreed. "I would never choose this for my children."  

Katie snorted into her wine glass. "I don't even know if I want children." 

"Really?"

"I just... It's a big responsibility you know? Kids take up so much time. A lot of women pause their career to look after their children. Right now, I'm only at the beginning." Katie admitted. "I feel really selfish saying it out loud but it's true." 

Hermione reached over to touch her friend's arm. "I understand completely. It's okay to not want to have children, Katie. It's your body and your life. You have the freedom to make that decision. There are lots of women who don't want to have children, especially in the Muggle world."

Katie sighed. "My mum is desperate for me to have a baby. She keeps going on about how it's my duty to contribute while the magical population is in crisis." 

"Have you discussed this with #11?" Hermione asked, already knowing his thoughts on the matter. 

"Actually, he was the one who brought it up." Katie said. "He said that he doesn't want to have children, because he thinks it'll stop him from travelling. He also said that his mum has 6 other kids to provide her with grandkids. He already has two nieces."

Hermione gave her friend a comforting smile. "Then it sounds like your decision would be supported."

"I suppose. I think I need some more time to process it all, though, before I make a final decision." She replied. 

The sound of glass smashing was enough to silence the girl's conversation and cause them to turn their heads towards the bar. The other patrons in the area seemed to do the same. Even from a distance, Hermione could see that one of the drunken men from earlier had collapsed onto the floor. His glass had slipped from his hand, shattering before the man could even hit the ground. Two of the brute's friends reacted quicker than Hermione would have thought possible, hauling him to by his arm pits into a chair. Blood was streaming down his face from where it had been sliced by the shards of glass that were now decorating the floor. 

Neither Katie, nor Hermione, nor any of the other customers made any attempt to assist. They returned back to their normal conversation. 

"Enough about me." Katie insisted, pouring them both another glass of wine. "Have you decided who you're going to pick yet?" 

Hermione pouted. "Not exactly."

Katie listened attentively while Hermione launched into detail about her most recent dates with Elligable Bachelors #4 and #7. She remained silent throughout, only raising a scandalised eyebrow when Hermione mentioned #7's possessiveness when she had mentioned the other man.

"So, essentially." Katie summized. "You have to choose between Bachelor #7, who sounds very willing to cater to your needs and offer his affections, and Bachlor #4, who is deeply insecure but incredibly seductive." 

"They're both seductive." Hermione argued. and Katie snorted. "Draco makes it sound like a relationship with him would be easy. But he's the definition of a rake. He needs no encouragement to flirt and offer his compliments. It would be easy for me to fall in love with him, but I do wonder whether things would get boring after a while. 

"We don't particularly need each other. We are both independent and successful people. The only thing I would bring to the relationship is a new heir, something Draco could gain from a relationship with any woman. Living with him might be a challenge, too. He admitted himself that he isn't bothered for the messy parts of raising children. While, I will certainly not have my kids raised by house elves, I'm hoping that his parent's lack of interest makes him want to be a better father than his own was. 

"On the other hand, Bachelor #7 seems lonely. Like he needs someone whom he can trust, whom he can confide in. He needs someone to be patient with him and someone who can convince him that he isn't as revolting as he thinks he is. I feel like I could be that person."

Katie didnt seem particularly inclined to agree. "You've been reading too many romance novels, Hermione." 

"I don't know what you're talking about." Hermione responded demurely, taking a sip of her wine. 

"Yes you do!" Katie teased. "You're falling in love with the villain. You want to be the unexpected female who changes his dark, brooding ways. You desire to be special - be the only one who truly sees the man for who he is." 

"Perhaps you're correct. " Hermione defended. "Who's to say that I won't connect with him? Maybe he will fall in love with me. He doesn't seem like the kind of person who is going to expect me to handle whatever the future throws at us all by myself, he seems to have some sense of duty."

Katie sighed. "If I were in your situation, I wouldn't take the risk. Like you said, falling in love with Draco would be easy. What if #4 doesn't return your feelings? What if end up trapped in a loveless marriage?"

"If you truly aren't bothered about love, then I think we are well matched. If you can deal with the publicity that our bonding will bring, as you have said, then we will have no issues. If you're happy to have our relationship, and your reputation, darkened by the stains of my past then I shall offer you my hand."

The words echoed through Hermione's mind.

She was determined to defend him. "You didn't hear the softness in his voice when he promised to protect me, to be a father to my children, and let me live in comfort and privacy. What if all the self depreciation and brooding is just a front? What if it's a cry for help? What if he's far more prepared to accept love and affection than he is letting on?" 

Katie smiled at Hermione, an uncharacteristicly mischevious glint in her eye. "Considering that you claim you haven't made a choice, you sound awfully passionate defending Mystery Man #4" 

She gawked in response. Had she made up her mind? 

"I really don't know!" Hermione sighed. "You're right. Being married to Draco would be easy, but when have I ever chosen the easy way? 

"I'll drink to that." Katie raised her glass, ironically. Both girls dissolved into snorts of laughter.