Okay, Once . . .

First off, a special thanks goes out to Southern Witch who helps compensate for the black hole of punctuation lodged somewhere behind my left ear. Truly, your patience at repeatedly reminding me there is such a thing as a hyphen has not been overlooked. Thank you.

Secondly, I need to thank Jean Gray (specifically) and Potter Place (generally) for the help and extra brainpower to track down the name of a toy from two decades ago. The help was appreciated and will hopefully give someone somewhere a giggle.

And third, I owe a sincere apology to all of you than have been waiting for the update to "Well, I've Never..." Shortly after the first chapter was posted, a child moved into my home who suffers from Reactive Attachment Disorder. If one ever wanted to intentionally kill all creativity except for that directly applying to parenting... RAD will accomplish that. My muse, however, is occasionally sticking her head out of the bunker as things are evening out, so hopefully it won't be another year and a half.

Severus glanced up from his book as Hermione wandered into the bedroom. Her flushed cheeks and wind-blown hair gave her a decidedly bedable look as she tossed her cloak across the chair in the corner. "Did you enjoy yourself at the party?"

"Very much," she hummed as she slowly stripped out of her clothes and pulled on a short nighty. "Far more than Ron did, I assure you."

"And what was young Mr Weasley's problem tonight?" he asked as he placed the book on the night table.

"He insisted on being a prat. Somehow, he has gotten it into his head that it's my fault Harry and Ginny broke it off."

"And of course you had nothing to do with two certain individuals getting locked in the cellar, wandless, with nothing but a large supply of alcohol, fruit, a remarkably comfortable bedroll, and one old, but functional, self emptying chamber pot."

"Of course not! I told you it was an accident. Besides, those two had been on the verge of calling it quits for over a year," she replied as she entered into the bathroom to brush her teeth.

"Are you going to tell me what happened to cause Mr Weasley's unhappiness?" Severus called as he set his reading aside and slid further down in the bed.

"Ron's or Arthur's?" she laughed as the water shut off. "Ron is unhappy that his entire family and a few select others now know why he liked spending so much time alone in his dad's shed. Arthur is unhappy that he now has to throw away a few of his favorite things and cast Cleansing Charms on the entire building."

"What did you do?" he asked suspiciously.

"The only thing I did was have the misfortune of witnessing one of the incidents," she said innocently. It wasn't until Severus sent her a scathing look that she continued her story. "I simply explained to Ron that if he continued to berate the sexual practices of others, that a few of his own quirks would be brought to light. He chose not to listen," she explained, leaning against the door frame. Her heated, hooded look quickly brought Severus' attention to their own sexual practices. "In the end, Ron told one and all about his own escapades with a hand-held massager and a water snake."

A look of incredulous disgust crossed Severus' face. "You can't mean to tell me that the boy practices bestiality?"

"No," Hermione laughed again. "It isn't a true snake. It's a cylindrical-shaped Muggle toy made of water-filled rubber. It's extremely soft and pliant with a hole running down the center that facilitates movement. It slides from front to back with a tip of the hand."

Hermione counted the ticks of the bedroom clock. It took less than twenty seconds for the dark-haired wizard to create a mental image, deduce the implications, and assimilate all the facts. "That is truly a disturbing picture."

"The actual sight was worse, I assure you," Hermione pushed away from the door frame and slinked toward his supine form. Starting from the foot of the bed, she crawled up his body, her nightgown drooping enough to show an enticing amount of cleavage as her breasts jiggled and swayed. "Did you speak with Lucius about tomorrow?"

"He will be here by three. Arrangements have been made for an early dinner to be discreetly deposited in the sitting room," he murmured against her lips. "At some point you need to inform him that it was not my idea. He is currently under the impression that I am a lecherous old man."

"You are a lecherous old man," she breathed in his ear, allowing the moist air to tickle his skin. "Life would be rather dull if you weren't."

Severus leaned up to press a chaste kiss against the corner of Hermione's mouth. "I am not old."

Hermione sat back on her heels, her naked center pressed against his abdomen, and pulled the gown over her head. "Of course you aren't." Severus looked on in amusement as the young witch struggled to pull the blankets back while kneeling on them and then fought against the drawstring on his lounge pants. It wasn't until she had tossed the offending garment unceremoniously to the floor that she returned her attention to him. "I plan on taking advantage of you tonight. You don't mind, do you?"

The sharp bark of laughter broke the stillness of the room. "Certainly not!"

"That's good. I have spent the entire evening thinking about you and all the things I want to do to you."

"How very intriguing," he purred, sliding a finger up her arm before reversing directions. "And what, prey tell, do you have planned?"

Choosing not to answer, Hermione adjusted her stance and, with practiced ease, sank over his ridged flesh. Sighing with pleasure, she braced her hands against his chest and began the tortuously slow twisting of her hips and rocking of her pelvis.

Whereas most of their other encounters held a nearly frantic edge, this time Severus watched in fascination as the woman above him traded her typical methods for an honest and open pursuit of sensual sexuality. With her wild curls tumbling freely down her back, her breasts gently swayed as she arched into his body, and the whispered gasps and sighs gave her the look of a goddess. Severus slid his hands up from their light perch on her hips to caress her breasts, but before he could manage to run his thumb across her peaked nipple, she had his hands lightly pinned to the pillow on either side of his head.

"Mine," she quietly growled. "You are mine."

Before he could come back with a suitable reply, Hermione rolled her abdominal muscles, mimicking that of a belly dancer, and ground her clit against his pelvic bone. Sitting upright again, Hermione trailed one hand over her stomach and up to her breast to pull none too gently on the nipple while the other slipped down to slide between her lower lips.

Severus watched as the young witch above him writhed and rolled, her fingers flying over the nub of nerves nestled between the soft, wet skin, and couldn't help thrusting up into her short downward stroke.

"Severus!" she gasped as she arched back and then snapped forward, her entire body curling into itself with the force of the orgasm.

No sooner had she straightened out, Severus quickly flipped them over. Holding her waist tight against his body, he pulled his knees forwards and sat back on his heels and examined Hermione's splayed form. The slight swell of stomach was far more pronounced as she lay at such an angel, gravity had pulled her breasts up and to the side having lost the extra support when she reached up to grab at the head board.

"You look absolutely fuckable, Miss Granger," Severus hissed as his hips snapped forward with enough force to make her entire body jiggle. "And you are mine." Any more conversation was lost as the normally dower man gave himself to the moment, Hermione's cries driving him closer and closer to the edge till he fell forward, hands gripping at her shoulders for leverage, pounding into the willing flesh, until he spent himself in her body.

Once their breathing had evened out, Severus rolled to side, humming contently as Hermione tossed a leg over both of his and buried her head against his chest. "I was under the impression that you were going to stay away from vodka in the future."

"Mmm, yes, but Ginny had this delightful cranberry drink," she purred. "Besides, it never bothered you before."

"I said nothing about it bothering me, I was merely wondering who to send a bottle to for the next get together."

"Well, I suppose that's all right then," she mumbled, already drifting off to sleep.

Severus let his head drop to the front, watching the girl kneeling before him through lowered lids as he pushed his hips forward. The slow, steady pace of two short thrusts followed by one long thrust was agonizing, drawing out the anticipation.

"My, my, Severus, I never knew you were one to cull the company herd. What a delightfully wicked development."

"Yes, well, ignorance must occasionally be cured with the most . . . drastic of measures," he drawled, rolling his head back in order to look at the blond man leaning in the doorway from his office.

Firmly, but gently he pulled Hermione away from his groin before tugging her to her feet.

"Professor?" she asked quietly, her bright eyes darting between Severus, Lucius, and the wet erection jutting out from Severus' pants.

"Oh, we are far from finished here, Miss Granger," Severus murmured. "Turn around and greet our visitor."

Hermione turned slowly to face Lucius, nearly panting as she attempted to slow her heart rate. "Good afternoon, Mr Malfoy. It's nice to see you again."

Lucius' gaze dropped clear to Hermione's Mary-Janes before dragging back up her body. He couldn't help but admire the way her conservative pleated skirt fell just a little too short for propriety or how her plain white button up fit a little too snugly. He wondered if the Gryffindor tie was meant to hide the way her shirt strained over her breasts as much as it was meant to stay authentic to student garb.

The blond wizard locked eyes with Hermione, quickly stepping into her personal space. "Ignorance, you say? How very interesting," Lucius drawled as he brought the heavy metal head of his cane up, sliding it slowly down the slop of her breast. "And what lessons is Professor Snape attempting to . . . impale . . . you with, my dear?"

Hermione gasped as the fang on the snake caught at her erect nipple and quickly stepped back, bumping up against Severus.

"Professor Snape insists that I learn a valuable lesson concerning the appearance of impropriety, sir," she whispered, her breath catching as Lucius took another step to close the gap, effectively trapping her between the two wizards.

"The appearance of impropriety?" Lucius asked, his right brow rose in question. "What an interesting description to having a pleasant young woman swallow your cock."

"Indeed. I have been trying to explain to Miss Granger the benefits of appearing beyond reproach," Severus drawled as his hand snuck around her body and tugged the bottom of her shirt free before moving onto the buttons.

"And do you not, Miss Granger, find merit in the theory that it is easier to publicly behave in such a way that your actions could never be called into suspicion than it is to defend yourself from accusation after the fact?"

"Perhaps," Hermione murmured. "But, as I told Professor Snape, there is always value to be found in simply behaving oneself."

"Ah," Lucius nodded, watching closely as Severus undid the last button and began sliding Hermione's blouse down her shoulders. "And does behaving oneself often include running about without foundational garments?"

Before Hermione could answer, Lucius again raised the cold metal head of his cane to run across the smooth, slightly flushed breast. The sudden chill against her nipple caused Hermione to gasp and arch back against Severus, his hands dipping to push at the waistband of her skirt and knickers.

"You truly have a . . . responsive student, Severus. Perhaps this lesson could prove less tedious than most."

"Perhaps," Severus agreed. One more firm shove had dropped the remaining garments to the floor, leaving Hermione standing naked except for the Gryffindor tie, argyle knee socks, and Mary-Janes. "Though it remains to be seen if Miss Granger is capable of resuming proper appearances at then end of her detention."

"Yes, yes, it does," Lucius murmured. "Though she does appear quite the treat."

Severus smirked and turned Hermione toward his desk. With one arm wrapped around her hips and a gentle push between her shoulders, Hermione bent at the waist and braced herself against the edge.

"Professor?"

"Hush, Miss Granger. You needn't talk until spoken to."

"Yes, sir," she murmured, tossing the loose curls to the side in order to give Lucius a better view.

The blond wizard again raised the silver head of his cane and slid it down her back, from shoulder to rump, and dipping halfway down her thighs before stopping. "You know, Severus, I could assist you if you like."

Severus hummed in contemplation as he stepped around Lucius to look at Hermione from the side. Her soft curves were accentuated by the position that she held, her full breasts swaying slightly on either side the Gryffindor tie hanging loosely around the neck. Need seared through Severus' body as Hermione turned her large, lust-glazed eyes toward him. "Toy with her for a bit, would you?" he asked, too engrossed in the sight before him to look at the man he was addressing. "But don't let her cum. Not yet."

Hermione glanced at Lucius just long enough to see the predatory gleam in his eye and whimpered. Dropping her head back to center, she watched Lucius step fully behind her.

A quick tap on the inside of Hermione's leg widened her stance, and a gentle nudge of the small of her back dropped her stomach down and rolled her hips out, baring all of her wet center.

Lucius examined the swollen folds, tracing the ridge with a single finger before scooping up a drop of her moisture that had began running down her thigh. "Are you turned on, Miss Granger?"

"God, yes," Hermione whimpered, her knuckles white from the grip on the desk. A quick glance to the side gave her a perfect view of Severus trailing his own fingers up and down the ridged, seeping cock.

"And what do you want?" Severus asked, his voice rough with need as Lucius slowly pushed two fingers deep within Hermione's body.

"Anything, please. Please, Professor," she mewled.

"Five points for an incomplete answer. What. Do. You. Want?" he bit out. He had discovered the worth of indulging Hermione's fantasies, but his patience was running thin.

Raising her head back up to look her lover full in the face, Hermione moistened her bottom lip leaned back against Lucius' probing finger. "Fuck me."

"Lucius, give me a moment while you deal with your robes."

"Have two," Lucius smirked before stepped back, sucking the wet digits into his mouth.

Hermione barely had time to brace herself before Severus shoved roughly into her body, the force of the thrust would have toppled her if not for the hands clamped onto her hips.

"Like this, Miss Granger?" Severus hissed as he continued to slam into her willing body, her rump reddening from the sheer force of his wool- and linen-covered front slapping against her. "Is this how you want it?"

"Yes," she yelped, "God, yes."

Severus growled in return. Teeth clenched and cock firmly embedded in the witch in front of him, the dark-haired wizard reluctantly waited as Lucius pried one of Hermione's hands off the desk and seated himself in front of her.

"Such a pretty mouth has better uses than begging," Lucius said as he gathered Hermione's hair in one hand and carefully pulled her towards the raging erection jutting from the zip of his soft wool trousers. "Suck, Miss Granger."

A moment of re-adjustment, and Hermione dropped her open mouth over the rigid flesh. As she pulled back up, the tip barely held between her lips, Severs drew back and slammed into her from behind.

With his pace resumed, it took less than three minutes before he pulled out and roughly dragged Hermione off Lucius' cock. "On the desk!" he snarled, the need for release causing twinges of pain to fly through his balls and into his shaft.

In a matter of seconds, positions had been reversed. Hermione lay flat on her back atop the desk, the red and gold tie pooled around her neck and her butt hanging over the edge enough to accommodate Lucius, as Severus straddled her ribs above her.

"Hands, Granger," he snapped. As soon as she had pushed her tits together, Severus thrust his still-dripping cock between the sweat-moistened flesh and pinched her nipples. Hard.

Need and desire flew through Hermione's body as she bucked against the wizard above her and babbled almost incoherently for the wizard between her legs to just hurry up and fuck her.

Lucius complied but took a decidedly slower pace. Pushing Hermione's knees up and out, he began the lazy strokes that contrasted Severus' frantic thrusts.

No sooner had Lucius finished his third stroke, Severus' left hand slammed onto the aged wood beside Hermione's head. Before she could register the change, Severus had pulled his cock free of her flesh, his body arched over her own, and began cumming onto her still pursed tits. Jet after jet landed on the tops of her breasts, coating her nipples, and slid slowly down to wet her hands and tie.

"Please, God, just let me cum!" Hermione moaned, trying to arch against the grip Lucius had on her legs.

Severus managed to roll off the side of the desk, but luck, and only luck, landed him half in his office chair. "Now, Lucius. Let her cum," he murmured.

Smirking at his spent friend, Lucius allowed Hermione's legs to slip down to the bend of his elbow before leaning over the quivering body beneath him. Steadily, his pace increased, the button of his trousers catching and bumping against Hermione's slick clit with each urgent thrust.

When she felt the warm, wet mouth close over her cum-covered nipple, she whimpered, her back arching against the building sensation as teeth gently caught and tugged the sensitive flesh.

She heard Severus' sated voice murmuring quietly into her ear, "Only because I truly love you would I allow another man to touch what is mine, what I have marked as mine, and you... are... mine."

The low, rich, dark timber of his voice somehow pulled enough conscious thought through her burning need to realize that Lucius was suckling her lover's seed from her body. While he fucked her. And Severus watched. Hermione's right hand flew up and clutched Lucius' blond head to her chest as her hips bucked against his, but it was her left hand that delved into the sweat-soaked black hair, her fist clenching the fine black hair to keep him near. "Again," she mewled, hovering on the very brink of orgasm.

A tired huff that barely qualified as a chuckle washed over her heated skin before he spoke, dropping his voice even further. "You. Are. Mine," he growled.

Hermione's shout of completion was cut short as every muscle in her body contracted, her body arched, and then bowed, her cunt clamping down around Lucius' cock hard enough to make it nearly painful as she unwittingly clawed at both men's covered backs. Her body quaked and seized, her vision darkening around the edges, as her body surged again and quivered around the hard flesh pounding frantically against her cervix.

Lucius clamped his mouth tightly around the nipple, his teeth sliding over the abused skin, and grunted his own completion as Hermione's arms slid bonelessly back down to the table.

Minutes stretched as the three occupants sprawled exhausted on and against the desk, the only sound breaking the silence was the hard breathing and occasional sigh as their hearts slowed to a more normal pace.

When the clock on the far wall sounded the hour, Severus pushed himself back to sit upright in the chair. "Brilliant," he murmured, sated and pleased.

"Indeed," Lucius replied as he pushed himself up off the desk, his softening cock slipping from Hermione's slick body.

Hermione hummed her own pleasure. "Thank you," she replied, giving Lucius a tired smile before turning to Severus. "Didn't I say this was a good idea?"

"Know-it-all," Severus huffed, though the amusement showed clearly in his eyes. "You should hush before I make you take my reports to Minerva. What a test of 'the appearance of impropriety' that would be."

"Indeed," was Lucius' repeated reply. "Now, as much as I dread moving, I believe Severus mentioned something about an early dinner. I could certainly use a spot of something to drink... preferably alcoholic in nature."

The clear, almost tinkling laughter shattered the quiet mood that had fallen over them, as Hermione rolled to the side and attempted to sit up. "We can barely move, and you're worried about being a bit parched? Priorities, Lucius, Priorities."

"And what should be a priority?" Severus asked, not bothering to mention that he was quite famished himself.

"Shower and then food, thank you very much." Despite the help of the two wizards, Hermione winced at the tired strain of her muscles. "Individually and quickly. Then we eat."

With silent nods of agreement, Severus and Lucius followed Hermione back toward their rooms.

Severus stood just inside the bedroom door, his bathrobe hanging open over his still damp body and listened to the quiet conversation in the sitting room.

"Well, you'll certainly never know if you don't ask!" Hermione exclaimed. "Give her the benefit of the doubt... and a truthful explanation. Lucius, there is no doubt that you'd make a different choice if it were possible. She knows that, and she understands that, but she's still a bit frightened. Wouldn't you be if your situations were reversed?"

Lucius considered Hermione's logic as he swirled the last swallow of wine. "Most likely," he reluctantly admitted.

"Try apologizing," she suggested, barreling on before he could again protest that he had. "And not in that backward, coded way that Slytherin's do. Actually try using the words 'I'm sorry' and 'I apologize.' You might just be surprised."

Refilling his glass and topping off Hermione's, the blond wizard leaned back against the sofa. It had been years since Severus had seen his friend look this tired, and it surprised him that Lucius would allow it in front of Hermione, close though they were.

"Narcissa would not hold it against you for grasping at a chance of happiness," Severus said, drawing their attention as he stepped into the room. "She knew that you cared... that you loved her. You and Draco were her driving force, and I would imagine that she'd be very disappointed to know that you're letting a chance at rebuilding a family pass you by."

"So you have said before, Severus; however, I doubt that Miss . . ."

"Oh, stop!" Hermione snapped. "You're acting like a damned Hufflepuff sitting there wallowing in 'what ifs.' Apologize to the woman, tell her you care about her and greatly respect her for the woman she's come to be, ask to court her, and at the first given opportunity shag her senseless."

When Lucius made to argue, Hermione narrowed her eyes dangerously at the man across from her. "Do I really need to ask the two of you to fetch something from the cellar?"

Lucius blinked before his eyes rounded in surprise, causing Severus to chuckle quietly into his own glass of wine. "You really did . . ."

"For the love of Merlin, Lucius, of course I did! Now, will you take my advice, or are you going to force me to meddle again?"

"Perhaps I can arrange to run into her sometime in the near future," the blond wizard muttered before clearing his throat.

"Good. Now that we have that mess settled, we can eat," Severus supplied, heading toward the small dinning table at the far end of the sitting room. "I'm famished."