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traintracksTitle: Silk
Author:traintracks
Pairings: Hermione/Severus, Harry/Draco, (Severus/Harry, Harry/Hermione, Hermione/Draco, and I'm sure there's Severus/Draco and all sorts of threesome combos but just not in this story.)
Rating: NC-17
Words: ~975
Warnings: bondage
Written for: Porn Sunday for starduchess' prompt: "Draco, Harry, Hermione and Snape. 'It's amazing how beautiful those silk scarves look on the human body.' - silk scarves in bondage, please!"
A/N: This is so not hardcore BDSM. They're very matter-of-fact about it, really. I hope it's still hot. Even with Malfoy's giggling and Harry, well, failing.
She arches into Severus Snape's quick hot tongue, the point of her nipple so hard against the red silk, against his mouth. She stifles a whimper, and the sash between her legs tightens into her folds, making her throb all the more. She doesn't know who has tightened it, the man laving her bound nipples, Harry to whom her wrists are tied behind her back and he his (for Severus could very well have rigged them that way, so that if one moves too much, the other suffers), or the one she can't see or feel at all but can only hear: Draco Malfoy, on his knees with Harry's cock in his mouth.
Harry moans, and she feels him arch, and the sash presses so hard into her clit, almost into her cunt, snug in the crack of her arse. Severus chuckles against her breast, sucking now, wetting the silk. Then his teeth pluck, and Hermione floods the sash between her legs. If only he would press one finger there – between her open thighs.
Hermione hears some wet sounds that, for once, don't come from her own body, and Harry cries out, bucking in his chair. Her sash rubs back and forth, and Hermione cannot help but move against it, cursing and loving Harry both. And Draco. Really it's all his fault to begin with. She wants to punch him again. And then ride his face with her cunt until his smothered tongue has her screaming.
But she must wait for Severus. Cool, unhurried Severus, who has not even touched her there. Not once. And she's dying to beg him – though she won't.
"Say it," he intones, dragging his mouth off her left breast and whispering against it.
She can't help it: she presses her tit back to his lips. It's as close as she'll get to the words.
He laughs and flicks at her with his tongue. Her empty cunt aches, and she rides the silk hard.
Hermione is so close, and she's feeling like maybe she can get there with just a few more minutes with Severus' mouth and some inventive wiggling. She can make this happen.
But that's precisely when Harry strains at his bonds the hardest, and he cries, "Oh Merlin, Malfoy, please!"
A single tear of defeat and arousal casts down her face as she moans, "Damn it all, Harry," because in that moment they've both lost. Severus presses a hot hand against her sex and with just his thumb strokes hard and slow and she erupts with her orgasm, screaming and arching and trembling against his hand and his mouth and the bonds, and Harry too quakes, his screaming actually hurting her ears as, no doubt, he spills it all into Draco's mouth.
When she comes down, and Severus Snape removes his smug mouth and practiced hand, Hermione sighs and then huffs, "You idiot. Could you not have come without begging him for it? I was really, really close this time."
"I'm sorry. He's…" Harry seems at a loss for words. Draco, however, is laughing.
Severus begins to untie them.
"I want a rematch," Hermione complains, though her clit is still throbbing and throbs all the more once the pressure of the sash is released, and she gasps.
"I think that can be arranged," Severus says. "How is…" He actually checks his desk calendar, "next Tuesday night?"
"Fine," Hermione pouts.
"Yeah, great," Harry says, and he sounds way too happy to have lost.
"Very well. Potter, I trust you can find your clothes."
"That depends on where you threw them," he replies, giving Snape a joyful little leer and a wink.
Severus tightens up as if to counterbalance Harry's relaxed flirting. "Draco, please help Mr. Potter find his belongings."
Hermione sees Draco make a face at Harry – and then Harry shoves Draco – and then they're grabbing at each other and mocking fighting and rubbing things in places and God, they're such…pathetic boys.
Severus, on the other hand, has her things nicely folded and waiting for her on his desk. She doesn't want to, but she blushes. He says, "May I?" and she doesn't want to, but she nods, and he begins to dress her. He's careful and precise, and his breath in her ear makes her shiver.
"Next Tuesday, Ms. Granger," he says.
"Will you please call me Hermione, Severus? It's been how many years?"
He just gives her a tight smile, the one that says he is profoundly moved and greatly uncomfortable. Draco's insane giggling mars the moment or she'd kiss him. Hermione rolls her eyes.
She finds Harry only partly dressed – one sock and his shirt, which looks patently absurd – by the door. Malfoy has one leg in his trousers and that's it. They're kissing.
"I have a case I have to prepare for tonight, Harry, so why don't you go home with that one," she says with only very mild disgust.
He stops snogging Malfoy and turns to her with a soft smile. "But we're on for dinner tomorrow?"
She looks back at Severus. He is stacking parchments very unefficiently. She turns back to Harry. "Sounds good."
He kisses her on the neck, her favorite place, and she blushes.
Then he's back to Malfoy, shoving again, and Malfoy topples right over, bound by his own bloody trousers. Harry laughs and follows him down. God, they'll be down there all day, driving Severus completely mental, she thinks.
Then before she thinks, she races back to him. She kisses him on the cheek and whispers, "I'll see you soon."
She thinks if he could blush, he would. But instead he just turns an even paler version of white.
"Good-night," she says, and then she leaves them all there, walking out into the chilly afternoon, still buzzing and now smiling, and she Disapparates away.
Author:
traintracksPairings: Hermione/Severus, Harry/Draco, (Severus/Harry, Harry/Hermione, Hermione/Draco, and I'm sure there's Severus/Draco and all sorts of threesome combos but just not in this story.)
Rating: NC-17
Words: ~975
Warnings: bondage
Written for: Porn Sunday for starduchess' prompt: "Draco, Harry, Hermione and Snape. 'It's amazing how beautiful those silk scarves look on the human body.' - silk scarves in bondage, please!"
A/N: This is so not hardcore BDSM. They're very matter-of-fact about it, really. I hope it's still hot. Even with Malfoy's giggling and Harry, well, failing.
She arches into Severus Snape's quick hot tongue, the point of her nipple so hard against the red silk, against his mouth. She stifles a whimper, and the sash between her legs tightens into her folds, making her throb all the more. She doesn't know who has tightened it, the man laving her bound nipples, Harry to whom her wrists are tied behind her back and he his (for Severus could very well have rigged them that way, so that if one moves too much, the other suffers), or the one she can't see or feel at all but can only hear: Draco Malfoy, on his knees with Harry's cock in his mouth.
Harry moans, and she feels him arch, and the sash presses so hard into her clit, almost into her cunt, snug in the crack of her arse. Severus chuckles against her breast, sucking now, wetting the silk. Then his teeth pluck, and Hermione floods the sash between her legs. If only he would press one finger there – between her open thighs.
Hermione hears some wet sounds that, for once, don't come from her own body, and Harry cries out, bucking in his chair. Her sash rubs back and forth, and Hermione cannot help but move against it, cursing and loving Harry both. And Draco. Really it's all his fault to begin with. She wants to punch him again. And then ride his face with her cunt until his smothered tongue has her screaming.
But she must wait for Severus. Cool, unhurried Severus, who has not even touched her there. Not once. And she's dying to beg him – though she won't.
"Say it," he intones, dragging his mouth off her left breast and whispering against it.
She can't help it: she presses her tit back to his lips. It's as close as she'll get to the words.
He laughs and flicks at her with his tongue. Her empty cunt aches, and she rides the silk hard.
Hermione is so close, and she's feeling like maybe she can get there with just a few more minutes with Severus' mouth and some inventive wiggling. She can make this happen.
But that's precisely when Harry strains at his bonds the hardest, and he cries, "Oh Merlin, Malfoy, please!"
A single tear of defeat and arousal casts down her face as she moans, "Damn it all, Harry," because in that moment they've both lost. Severus presses a hot hand against her sex and with just his thumb strokes hard and slow and she erupts with her orgasm, screaming and arching and trembling against his hand and his mouth and the bonds, and Harry too quakes, his screaming actually hurting her ears as, no doubt, he spills it all into Draco's mouth.
When she comes down, and Severus Snape removes his smug mouth and practiced hand, Hermione sighs and then huffs, "You idiot. Could you not have come without begging him for it? I was really, really close this time."
"I'm sorry. He's…" Harry seems at a loss for words. Draco, however, is laughing.
Severus begins to untie them.
"I want a rematch," Hermione complains, though her clit is still throbbing and throbs all the more once the pressure of the sash is released, and she gasps.
"I think that can be arranged," Severus says. "How is…" He actually checks his desk calendar, "next Tuesday night?"
"Fine," Hermione pouts.
"Yeah, great," Harry says, and he sounds way too happy to have lost.
"Very well. Potter, I trust you can find your clothes."
"That depends on where you threw them," he replies, giving Snape a joyful little leer and a wink.
Severus tightens up as if to counterbalance Harry's relaxed flirting. "Draco, please help Mr. Potter find his belongings."
Hermione sees Draco make a face at Harry – and then Harry shoves Draco – and then they're grabbing at each other and mocking fighting and rubbing things in places and God, they're such…pathetic boys.
Severus, on the other hand, has her things nicely folded and waiting for her on his desk. She doesn't want to, but she blushes. He says, "May I?" and she doesn't want to, but she nods, and he begins to dress her. He's careful and precise, and his breath in her ear makes her shiver.
"Next Tuesday, Ms. Granger," he says.
"Will you please call me Hermione, Severus? It's been how many years?"
He just gives her a tight smile, the one that says he is profoundly moved and greatly uncomfortable. Draco's insane giggling mars the moment or she'd kiss him. Hermione rolls her eyes.
She finds Harry only partly dressed – one sock and his shirt, which looks patently absurd – by the door. Malfoy has one leg in his trousers and that's it. They're kissing.
"I have a case I have to prepare for tonight, Harry, so why don't you go home with that one," she says with only very mild disgust.
He stops snogging Malfoy and turns to her with a soft smile. "But we're on for dinner tomorrow?"
She looks back at Severus. He is stacking parchments very unefficiently. She turns back to Harry. "Sounds good."
He kisses her on the neck, her favorite place, and she blushes.
Then he's back to Malfoy, shoving again, and Malfoy topples right over, bound by his own bloody trousers. Harry laughs and follows him down. God, they'll be down there all day, driving Severus completely mental, she thinks.
Then before she thinks, she races back to him. She kisses him on the cheek and whispers, "I'll see you soon."
She thinks if he could blush, he would. But instead he just turns an even paler version of white.
"Good-night," she says, and then she leaves them all there, walking out into the chilly afternoon, still buzzing and now smiling, and she Disapparates away.
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Date: 2013-02-04 07:12 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2013-02-04 07:21 pm (UTC)And UNF!!!!
I love your Hermione here - but she's the one driving Severus "mental"!
And Harry and Draco - ridic!sex is ridiculously hot.
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Date: 2013-02-04 09:47 pm (UTC)Thanks, bb! <3
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Date: 2013-02-06 04:36 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-02-06 06:35 pm (UTC)