Climactic Conclusion

"Severus," Lucius hissed in a sibilant warning; one that, Hermione noticed, produced a faint tremor in Severus' hands before he clenched them into fists at his side. Well, she thought to herself, that certainly was an intriguing reaction ... Wicked imaginings over what else she could achieve with a sibilant susurration of Severus' name would have to wait; right now, Hermione thought it prudent to focus her full attention on the two Slytherins in front of her.

Lucius' eyes seemed to glow with incandescent rage. Hermione suppressed a shiver at the sight of him transformed from a cultured, suave, seductive man into a slighted wizard who perceptibly radiated power. Severus' countenance was a mask of calm and collectedness but for his sharp, attentive eyes, which were watching Lucius fixedly, intently.

"It seems, Lucius," Severus began steadily, "that Hermione had a most intriguing experience a month or so before the Dark Lord's demise.

"You remember that time, don't you, Lucius?" Severus continued as he slowly began pacing in a circle around Hermione. "You and Draco were staying at Spinner's End with me and Wormtail." Severus' lip curled in a most unpleasant sneer as the former Marauder's name passed his lips. "The Dark Lord had ordered us into hiding and had ordered you and me to 'prepare' for the battle he'd felt sure was coming...

"A most intriguing time for us to have Miss Granger tied to a bed, deliciously naked, and giving herself completely to our utter lack of mercy; particularly when neither of us happened to leave Spinner's End since the Dark Lord released you from Azkaban and until the final battle ... Wouldn't you say?"

Severus' low, calm voice was as hypnotic as the circles he was pacing around her as he continued his tale.

"Mmm ... but it would seem, Lucius, that Hermione had a most brilliant idea..."

Hermione's body temperature soared at the subtle shift in Severus' voice; one that Lucius seemed to have noticed also, for his expression too changed into something indecipherable, the fury having already left his eyes at Severus' description of her form, tied and laid bare at his and Severus' disposal.

"You see, Hermione remembered one of Albus Dumbledore's favourite artefacts ... The Mirror of Erised, which Albus had employed to great effect to protect Flamel's Philosopher's Stone. She and her two halfwit friends, it seems, each took an hour in front of the Mirror of Erised, each focusing on the Dark Lord's defeat as their greatest desire.

"Want it, and you shall see it happen; that was the plan, was it not, my dear?" Severus asked as he approached Hermione from behind, rubbing her shoulders slowly before sweeping her mass of curls to one side and placing a lingering kiss on the nape of her neck.

Lucius' eyes had widened in understanding by then, and he too had taken the two-three steps necessary to bring him face to face with Hermione.

"You really should have a look, Lucius," Severus suggested lowly before applying his mouth to her neck in a very interesting and thoroughly mind-addling manner.

Lucius' hand gently caught Hermione's chin, lifting her head slightly so her eyes could make contact with his. He wasn't as powerful a Legilimens as Severus, it seemed, for he fixed her eyes with his, pointed his wand at her, and whispered the Legilimens Spell. Snippets of her vision before the Mirror of Erised instantly started replaying before her eyes: Lucius' and Severus' obvious adoration of her; the teasing – every bit as merciless as Severus had said they'd been; her begging. And then, before she could stop them, more images came to the fore, fuelled by her memories and her increasing arousal: snippets of fantasies, conjured by her mind after her vision in the Mirror, offering dozens of alternatives to completing the scenario the boys had interrupted...

His breathing increasingly ragged, Lucius broke eye contact, terminating the Legilimens Spell. His pupils dilated in astonishment and passion, he took half a step back and scrutinised Hermione's face intently as he licked his lips. Emboldened by Lucius' glazed eyes, and still very much under the effects of revisiting her fantasies as well as – mhmm, god – the fabulous things Severus' mouth was doing at the nape of her neck, Hermione seductively slid her palms up Lucius' chest to his shoulders, raised herself on her tiptoes, and licked his lips as well, much the way he had moments before. She barely had the time to pull back minutely and make eye contact with him before Lucius caught her lips with his in a kiss so fierce there was no mistaking his desire.

Hermione's blood was pounding in her ears, and a strident moan was building up in her throat as Severus' hands began teasingly massaging her sides before dipping lower, kneading and caressing her buttocks. Her battle against her impulses was lost, however, when Severus' hands swept up and down her sides again, then grabbed her hips and pulled her against his tall, warm body as he ground his erection into her bum.

As the moan escaped her mouth, followed by a loud, muffled exclamation of "Oh, god," Lucius gave her lips a last nibble, and he too traced his hands up her sides before cupping her breasts and kneading them gently. A teasing lick of her earlobe later, Lucius' hands were hastily unbuttoning her robes; Severus' hands were lifting the hem of her robes and caressing her increasingly-exposed thighs as the erection pressing into her bum became harder and all the more insistent.

"I think," Hermione finally managed between panted breaths, "we should move this somewhere more intimate – mmm, god yes, Severus – mhmm, I mean, more comfortable."

"Oh dear," Severus remarked, his voice thick with passion but infused with a definite teasing undertone, "it seems we may indeed need to move things to a bed, Lucius ... If Miss Granger is still in a capacity to think, we must not be doing things properly."

"Quite," Lucius agreed, his voice all the more suave for the arousal it was tinged with. "Do not worry, my dear; Severus and I certainly have the means and the desire to rectify such an unseemly matter."

"Come," he continued, groaning when Hermione leaned forward and playfully nipped at his right nipple through the material of his shirt. Lucius disengaged himself from her gently before leading the way to a small door squeezed between two bookcases on the wall to the left of the main doors leading into the library.

Hermione attempted to follow Lucius and barely managed to see him open the small door between the bookcases before a sharp tug on the sleeve of her robes had them sliding off her shoulders and pooling on the floor, startling a giggle from her. Not deterred in the least, Severus tugged on her hand, turning her in his embrace. He captured her lips in a kiss even as he slowly pushed her backwards in the direction Lucius had taken.

The second pair of hands on her hips surprised her for a moment before she realised Lucius had advanced on her again (suitably enticed by her lacy, dark green knickers, she hoped). As Lucius started caressing Hermione's hips and thighs from behind, Hermione broke her kiss with Severus, leaning back on Lucius with a moan before tipping her head forward again to nip and nibble on Severus' jaw line. The friction between her nearly naked back and Lucius' chest, even through his shirt, felt fantastic, though it made her yearn for the touch of his skin on hers.

Lost to their passion and moving at a snail's pace, the three finally managed to get themselves out of the library and through the bedroom door. An absent flick of Lucius' wand shut and warded the door securely before he and Severus got started on the serious business of catering to Hermione's desires ... Her dominant desire, now that they had moved somewhere more comfortable, seemed to consist of getting Lucius and Severus out of their clothes as quickly as possible.

She tugged at Lucius' shirt, too impatient to even undo the buttons. Severus looked up, startled, and met the other wizard's gaze: intent, insistent, and intense.

Hermione did not seek to interrupt whatever was passing between them ... Consent? Desire? She merely leaned forward on Lucius' now naked chest, tongue grazing the little rosebud of aroused flesh.

Behind her, Severus unhooked the fastening of her bra, and soon she felt skin against her skin, caressing, pressing. The double contact, Lucius on the front and Severus at her back, nearly drove her insane with desire. This was it; this was her deepest fantasy; this was lust made magic.

She blinked, enraptured, and before she could realise what had happened, she found herself lying on the large bed, spread-eagled between two equally eager wizards.

Tongues danced a wild pattern on her chest, fingers slipping beneath the cups of her bra, sliding the flimsy fabric off and caressing her breasts, before eager, clever hands teasingly slid her knickers off her hips. She twisted and squirmed, willing them both to move on to where she really wanted them, and yet unsure of what she was to do. In the Mirror, the choice had not been hers; but this was no reflection of her soul, this was reality. It felt so, so much better than the vision; and yet she had the tugging certainty that she should be doing something ... taking charge of her pleasure like she had taken charge of her destiny.

She gripped Severus' arm and righted herself, still gasping from the sensual assault.

"I want..."

"What do you want, my dear?" a silky voice whispered into her ear.

"I want to ... see you..."

Her voice seemed to have deserted her, but she could still feel across to the expanse of pale, unblemished skin that was Severus' chest. She grasped his sides and pushed him back on the bed, seating herself astride of him, hands reaching down to his wrists.

Lucius too sat up and looked at them both. His face was a mixture of desire and anger, each emotion threatening to overcome him.

"Will you join us, Lucius?"

"You seem to be doing well enough without me."

"Then it is not at all what it seems," Severus growled. Hermione released his hand and took Lucius' instead, bringing the other wizard to them.

"Could you ... kiss?" Her voice was raspy and low. She wanted this, wanted it like she had never realised she could want anything.

Lucius glanced at her and then slowly, slowly descended his face to Severus'. The two wizards exchanged another long look as Hermione watched their faces come together. The angle was awkward, but their lips met and pressed together, and she could see both set of jaws part ever so slightly, leaving just enough room for them to deepen the kiss.

She felt a surge of wetness between her thighs and realised she had been rocking against Severus. For how long? she wondered in passing; as if it mattered. She needed release, and she needed it soon.

She caressed Lucius' naked back, smooth muscles well-defined, and grazed the taut skin with her nails. That got his attention, and he rose from the kiss to meet her gaze.

Eyes locked with his, Hermione lifted herself from her human mount and felt blindly for Severus' very aroused cock. It was hard, so very hard, and the tiniest droplet of moisture oozed out of the tip. She eased herself gingerly on him as he angled his hips, legs slightly parted, head thrown back, biting back a moan.

Lucius roared out in anger, and circled them both, settling down behind Hermione, his hands on her breasts, his erect cock poking at her bum. The sensations were overwhelming – hands on her thighs, hands on her chest, and two male organs against her, in her. It was dirty, and transgressive, and altogether wonderful.

A passing image of Molly Weasley discovering what they were up to crossed her mind, and she couldn't help but chuckle. The older witch would be revolted, no doubt, and somehow it made their activities sound and feel even more enjoyable.

She leaned forward towards Severus, and suddenly her world ceased to revolve around anything else than the wizard beneath her, and the wizard behind her, and her hot centre pulsing in rhythm with and around them. Up, and forward, and up again ... She felt Lucius pushing towards her, giving her the impulse, and Severus shifting up as far as he could to meet her, to meet them, to rock them all to orgasm.

Breaths quickened and loud moans echoed as their trio accelerated, building up the rhythm to a point none of them could resist. Lucius came first, arms tightened possessively around the witch, cock pressing against her shapely buttocks, his eyes always on Severus's face. They did not need Legilimens any more; they had shared their witch, and there could be no stronger connexion between the two men. They had been brothers in arms; they were now brothers in love as well, and Hermione could feel the energy pulsate between them. She was surrounded and protected by their love and lust, by their joined bodies, and it was suddenly more than she could take, more than she could control.

She jerked back, and then forward again, Lucius still trying to direct her movements as her cunt clenched in spasms around Severus. Her vision exploded in a shower of white sparks, and she passed out amidst the fireworks, riding on her body's wild sensations; her mind had become utterly disconnected, incapable of exerting any kind of control over the waves of pure, unadulterated pleasure traversing her body. She didn't even feel Severus tensing upwards as he came, completing their magical trio.

She woke up to Lucius spooning her from behind, peppering her neck and shoulders with kisses, and to the sight of Severus' content, replete afterglow mien as he cradled her yet closer to him and pillowed her head on his shoulder.