Tomorrow is Another Day

AN: Thanks for reading everyone! Here's the ending--warnings for voyeurism, exhibitionism, and light BDSM.

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There was a deadly pause.

"Lucius. I should have known." Severus crossed to the window and pointed his wand directly at his old friend, who winced slightly and put his hands up in surrender. Slightly foppish and self-absorbed he might be, but Lucius knew exactly when he had lost...and how to stay alive in such circumstances. "Come out here. Now."

Lucius nodded and, still keeping his hands in plain sight, stood, spun, and vanished with a hollow pop, to reappear just inside the door of the ersatz bedroom.

A door which he was promptly slammed against by Hermione throwing herself at him and jamming her wand under his chin.

"It was you!" she screeched, grabbing his collar and yanking him down to her level. "It is your fucking doing that forced me to go on five dates with Percy Weasley! Do you know what that's like, you smarmy, conniving bastard?"

"I'm terribly sorry about that, Miss Granger," he said, voice only shaking a little in the face of her ire, "but really, it was the only way to ever get you and Severus to realize what was there--"

"And for you to fulfill your little voyeuristic kink." Severus crossed his arms and stared at him, several options of action running through his head. On the one hand, he was very angry with Lucius for daring to interfere in their lives in such a drastic manner; he would see that the man got what was coming to him. But there were different ways of going about such things: one could rave and yell, as Hermione was continuing to do, or one could... twist. Alter slightly.

Besides, he had a beautiful, willing woman in her knickers, and that was not an opportunity he was going to give up quickly.

"...and then I will jump on the pieces!" Completing her litany of threats against Lucius's person, Hermione released the man and stepped back, planting her hands on her hips, which caused her bum to shake in a most pleasing manner.

"Severus, it's your turn," she said, still keeping a wary gaze on Lucius. She squeaked in surprise when Severus crept up behind her and slid his arms under hers, encircling her waist. He met Lucius's eyes over her head and watched him straighten up with a familiar lusty gleam.

"My dear," Severus murmured into Hermione's ear, licking the soft lobe between words, "Lucius really did allow us to come together. I feel that a little exhibition of our passion and desire may be what he deserves."

"Severus! You can't possibly...mmm--mean... that?"

"That is exactly what I mean," he replied, nuzzling her neck and eliciting a sigh. "He gets to watch." Any protests on Hermione's part were rapidly turned into gasps as he attacked her throat and shoulder with his mouth, caressing the soft flesh of her stomach as he did so.

"I knew you'd see reason, Severus. Thank you, my old friend. Now, I'll just go back behind the window; pretend I'm not here..." Lucius trailed off, seeing the smirk that was rapidly growing on Severus's face. The two men had known each other for a very long time, and no doubt recollections of the other times Severus had worn that smirk were running through Lucius's head.

"Oh, no, I wouldn't dream of making you go back into that dark little room. Why don't you just stand over by the mantle, where there's an excellent view of the bed?" A flick of his wand turned the request into a threat, and Lucius edged over to the mantelpiece, looking nervous. The tension started to leave his body as Severus gently tugged Hermione (who was now moaning as he gently cupped and caressed her breasts) over until they both stood in front of the foot of the bed, about a meter away from Lucius.

"Yes, Lucius, we're going to let you watch. But no touching," Severus added, deliberately stroking Hermione's round hips as he said it. Lucius nodded and moved one hand down to the front of his pants, cupping the hardness that was just visible.

"Ah. You see, Lucius, when I said no touching," he said, flicking his wand and binding Lucius hands to the mantle, on either side of his head, "I was including touching yourself."

Hermione seemed to get what had happened, for she chuckled as she looked at the stricken expression of Lucius's face. This would be torture for the man. Well, Severus decided as he returned to Hermione's silky throat, he deserved it for what they'd been through the past few days. Maybe if he was good, they'd let him go afterward and give him a handkerchief.

It had all happened so fast that Hermione wasn't quite sure that it was real; the recent days had been so bizarre that she was thrown off of everything. But Severus was doing marvelous things to her neck with his mouth and tongue, and Lucius Malfoy was getting what was coming to him, so all in all, life was fairly good at the moment.

She gasped as Severus brushed his thumb over her breast, shifting the lace over her skin so it tickled her nipple. His hand ventured up the lines of her bra, skimming the borders until he found the straps and slid them down her shoulders, baring her breasts. An appreciative murmur in her ear before he flicked open the catch to her bra and, with a smirk she could feel against her skin, tossed it so it landed over Lucius's left arm. The blonde man groaned, eyes fixed on the flimsy lace garment.

"You, my dear," Severus whispered, "have lovely tits." To support his words, his hands came back up to cup the soft mounds, pinching and rolling the nipples. She moaned, leaning back into him and resting her head on his shoulder. A hardness digging into her lower back reminded her that she was not the only one aroused at the moment; seizing his narrow hips for leverage, Hermione ground her bottom against his loins, smirking as he groaned and tensed.

"Minx," he said when he could speak, sharply pinching a nipple in retribution.

"It's for a good cause, though," she replied, wriggling her hips again, eliciting another sound of pleasure.

"Indeed. As is this." And, seizing his wand from the bedspread, he Vanished her knickers.

Cool air hit her moist pussy, and she sighed, watching Lucius lick his lips and jerk against the magical constraints. His pale eyes were locked on her cunt, and she spread her legs to give him a better look. Lazily, she slid one hand down her abdomen until she brushed her own dampness; when she circled her clit, she and Severus sighed in tandem.

"And it's for me, Lucius. She touches herself for me."

Suddenly, long fingers joined her own, pushing past to dip into her depths and come out soaking wet. Severus's pale hand came back up, and she caught a whiff of her own musky scent before she watched him lick every drop of her essence off his fingers. It was incredibly erotic to see the look of gastronomic bliss on his face as he did so, like he was tasting a fine sauce.

"A nice appetizer; I think, in fact," he continued, seizing her waist and flinging her to the bed, "that I would like some more." He was sliding down her body when a thought struck her, and she put a hand to his shoulder. He looked up, confused.

"On your back," she said, grinning. Two could play at this game.

Puzzled, but temporarily obedient, Severus crawled up beside her and turned over, looking up at her as she sat up. They were parallel to Lucius now, as she swung a leg over Severus's chest and braced herself with a hand on either side of his hips; a chuckle from behind her told her that he, too, had figured out her plan.

Leaning forward, Hermione studied the impressive bulge in the black pants he wore and decided to leave those on for now. Instead she began kissing a line down his stomach, tasting the saltiness of his skin, lingering a little in his navel. He groaned when she slowly began sliding the boxers down, placing open-mouthed kisses on each inch of exposed skin...except, of course, for the number of inches sticking straight up, which was clearly where he wanted the kisses. At last, she had slid the pants down to his knees and so kissed her way back up his pale thighs to his hard, rosy cock. She smiled and leaned down to breath a puff of hot air over the wet tip; he gasped, and then she felt hot air brush over her cunt. She kissed the tip; he kissed her clit.

Lucius groaned, and the game was on. Down she went, taking as much of him into her as she could, trying to focus on sucking and licking as he expertly tongued and nibbled. He tasted salty and musky, and she savored the flavor as she swirled her tongue around his girth. She nearly bit down on him when he sucked on her clit. The moan she made must have sent vibrations through him, for he groaned loudly. Two fingers slid into her when she leaned down farther to work on his balls. When he added his tongue on her clit as he manually fucked her, she lost focus and abandoned his genitals as her first orgasm overtook her.

"Oh, yes, god, yes, Severus!" Spasms of pleasure flooded through her, and she felt her arms go wobbly. He continued lapping at her for a minute afterward, causing aftershocks; when she could stand no more, she swung her leg back over so she was sitting beside him, facing Lucius, who had a look of pained arousal on his pointed face. A glance downwards showed an impressive bulge in his trousers. The poor man was probably in agony. She decided to take a small amount of pity on him, and taking up her wand, she removed his trousers, allowing his erection to spring forward. He looked a bit relieved.

"Enjoying the show, Lucius?" Severus sat up and wrapped a hand around Hermione's hips, pulling her closer to him. Teasingly, he fisted his cock a few times, pulling another frustrated groan from Lucius. "I know I am. What shall we do next, Hermione?" He looked at her as he said that, the smirk back on his lips, which were still glistening with her juices.

Hermione leaned forward to kiss him, tasting herself on his lips, one hand twining in his hair to tug him closer. "Well," she said, breaking away to kiss his neck and jaw between words, "you could fuck me."

"What an excellent idea. Care to elaborate?"

"Fuck me hard," she breathed into his ear. "Fuck me into the mattress, until I scream your name. Fuck me so he can hear your balls hitting me, so he can hear your cock sliding in and out of my cunt, so he can see me jerk and shudder with every move."

His breathing was shallow now, and he groaned at her words. The long arm wrapped around her waist pulled her flush against him, and she found herself rolled onto her back, her head towards Lucius, with Severus staring down into her eyes. The heat in his gaze could have warmed the dungeons for a whole winter. The heat emanating from his rock-hard cock could have turned the stones of Hogwarts to lava. He nestled between her legs and drew her arms out to either side of her head.

"Then I will fuck you," he murmured. He shifted his hips, and she felt the tip of his cock pressing against her entrance for an instant before he thrust into her.

God, it was perfect. She was filled by him, by his thick cock, every inch of him rubbing and stretching her inner walls as he pulled out and hammered back in. He fucked her hard and slow, each thrust seeming to build up momentum and power as he pulled out, hovered for an instant at the entrance, and then plunged back into her and made her moan. Her hips rose of their own accord, matching his deliberate rhythm. Hermione's eyes fluttered closed as Severus fucked her, and she knew her mouth was slack from the pleasure.

"Look at me when I'm fucking you, please."

She opened her eyes again and locked with his black stare. His hair swung forward with every thrust, a few strands sticking to his face; his teeth were bared in a primal snarl of passion. And as much as she was enjoying being fucked by him, Hermione had a sudden urge to be the one doing the fucking.

"Severus," she panted, each thrust sending waves of pleasure that made it hard to speak, "Severus, let me... on top..."

He paused at the end of his next thrust, leaving his cock inside her. Smiling, she focused on a specialized set of muscles and squeezed, just a bit. His face contorted, and then he rolled both of them over, keeping his cock inside her.

She was beautiful as she sat above him, sweating and panting from the exertion of the last few minutes. A halo of frizzy hair framed her flushed face, and her nipples were crinkled and hard. He reached up and tweaked one of them, getting a gasp from her. Grinning down at him, she started to move, and his mind went blissfully blank for a minute.

Slowly, she rose up on his cock, leaning forward just a bit, before sliding back down and connecting hard with his loins. The look of ecstasy on her face was breathtaking, and she threw her head back as she moved faster, leaning back so he could see his wet cock sliding in and out of her pink, swollen cunt. She added a small twist of her hips every time she came down, and soon Severus could feel his balls tightening, tension starting at the base of his spine. Gritting his teeth for control, he ground out, "Touch yourself, Hermione. Come for me."

With a moan, her fingers found her clit and began rubbing it as she increased her pace. It was erotic beyond belief to watch her touch herself as she fucked him. Her breasts were bouncing with every movement, adding to the spectacular visual. Behind him, Severus heard another whimper of frustration, but he didn't have the mindshare to crow over Lucius's pain. His orgasm was close, so close, and his hips started thrusting up as Hermione came down. Her fingers were working her clit frantically, and he felt her tightening around his length.

"Oh, god! Severus!" She screamed his name as her pussy exploded into a mass of spasms around his cock. That was all it took for him to let loose entirely, and he bellowed his own orgasm, back arching and hips thrusting frantically as he pumped his seed deep inside her, riding it out for as long as he could.

She slumped down, gently collapsing on top of him, allowing his soft cock to slide out of her tight cunt. He wrapped his arms around her, just relaxing into the intimate position, shifting only to brush her flyaway hair off his nose before clasping her to him once again. The haze from his orgasm clouded his mind a bit, and he had no objections; it was a haze that Hermione had caused and therefore was an acceptable haze. He had just had really good sex with a woman he had wanted for nearly a year, and he was perfectly happy to lie back, hold said woman, and enjoy the aftermath. A contented sigh from Hermione as she nestled closer told him that she felt the same way.

"Severus, please... this hurts..."

Damn. Lucius. Severus had forgotten about their voyeuristic captive somewhere around Hermione touching her clit, and he was really reluctant to abandon his current position to let the other man go. Still, it reminded him of why they were there and that they had an uncursed future to get back to at some point. Lucius had been punished, but it was impossible not to acknowledge that Severus's recent pleasures would not have occurred without him, and he should be rewarded a bit for that.

"Hermione," Severus murmured, bringing his mouth to her ear and making her squirm a bit, "we should go."

"Mmph." No sign of movement. He tried again.

"Hermione, if Lucius doesn't wank off soon, he may go mad."

"Don't care. S'all his fault. I'm comfy."

"My dear, I assure you, I don't want to move an inch, but I also do not want to spend the night in Malfoy Manor."

This seemed to work; she rolled off him with a sigh and Summoned what clothing she had. Severus sat up and did the same, and once they were both dressed (or at least as dressed as they could get), he turned back to Lucius, who was sporting an erection the color of a boiled lobster. It looked quite painful.

"Before we leave you here with lube and tissues, which, might I add, you don't really deserve," Severus said, "you will give us an oath to remove the curse you put on us. If we wake up tomorrow and it is not February fifteenth, there will be consequences, Lucius."

"Yes, all right, I swear I'll take it off, now please release me!" Lucius begging was something of a novelty, though one that was both amusing and pathetic to watch. It didn't suit him.

Hermione appeared next to Severus, wand in hand. "And I assume there's a Portkey back?" she inquired. "Because I am not walking from the gates to the castle in this outfit."

Lucius nodded frantically. "Yes, there is. The bed is set to take you back after you have sex; just get on it and kiss. Now please release me!" His pale eyes stared at them a little wildly, abject pleading in them.

Severus glanced down at Hermione; she looked back at him, smiled, and nodded. She squealed when he scooped her up and deposited her on the bed before clambering up next to her and wrapping a possessive arm around her waist.

"Farewell, Lucius." A flick of the wand and the blonde man's hands fell directly from the mantle piece to his cock, stroking it frantically.

"He won't last long, Severus," Hermione said. "Let's get out of here before he explodes, please."

Perfectly amenable to this plan, Severus bent down and kissed her, feeling her respond with all the passion she had exhibited earlier. She might have been satisfied, but he sensed that she was far from spent. It was a rather encouraging thought.

A jerk behind their navels, just as subtle as the first one, and they were on an identical bed, in a room identical to the last, except that it was about fifteen degrees colder. Automatically they grasped each other tighter, drawing together for warmth. Severus felt Hermione's nipples hardening from the cold, and he grinned as something else started hardening in response.

"It's freezing down here!" she gasped.

"Well," he said, pulling away to look down into her brown eyes, "let's get under the covers and find a way to warm up."

She smiled, and something tightened inside him that had nothing to do with his erection.

Their coupling was long and slow this time, with kisses between each thrust and bodies staying as close together as possible; not for warmth, but for the joy that the contact brought. She didn't scream this time, but the power with which she moaned his name said so much more. Afterward, she rested her head on his chest with a leg draped over his hips and he encircled her in an embrace. It was in that position they fell asleep.

And it was in that position that they woke up on February 15th and every day after that, though Hermione did insist upon using her warmer quarters during the winters because the dungeons really were freezing cold. Severus had no objections: she had a full-length mirror in her room.

Lucius wasn't the only one with a voyeuristic side.