The Burning Pen

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Snippet #8
The Fantasy (LM/HG/SS)
 

“The Somnium or Dream Potion is quite potent, Miss Granger. I wouldn’t even have considered your request or accepted your galleons if you weren’t the Age of Consent. Drinking this potion will allow you to experience your deepest fantasy. Most people do not even know what that fantasy is,” the Potions Master said to the witch.

They were in the Room of Requirement on a Friday night. Hermione had read about the Somnium Potion and persuaded the snarky Potions Master to brew it for her for the price of seven galleons. The wizard agreed to do this only if she would allow herself to be questioned under veritaserum, so he could make sure that she had no fantasies that could negatively affect her psyche.

Hermione agreed and underwent the questioning. When she awoke, she remembered nothing. The Potions Master was looking at her soberly.

”I believe you will be able to drink the potion without ill effects, Miss Granger. I will administer it this weekend. There will be a moment of seeming unconsciousness, then your fantasy will begin and it will be sensate. You will see, hear, feel, taste and smell as well as interact with your surroundings. At it’s conclusion, there will be another moment of unconsciousness then you will awaken, your experience completed,” the Potions Master said.

Hermione looked up at the wizard.

”Do you have any idea what my deepest fantasy is, Professor?” she asked him.

”You have several. I will not divulge what they are, lest the knowledge lessen your experience. I will meet you in the Room of Requirement Friday,’ he replied.

And here they were, Hermione sitting in a small wooden chair in the middle of an empty room, the Professor standing over her, a small amber bottle in his hand. He uncapped it.

“Sit back and relax, Miss Granger,” the wizard purred, tilting the bottle to her lips, his dark eyes watching her carefully as she drank the potion down. He took the bottle away.

Hermione sat there, then the room seemed to warp and twist…then everything went black.

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Hermione awoke, blinking. She was sitting in a chair, but was in a sparsely furnished room with a sofa, a dresser and a bed. The walls were a dingy white.

“Hello Miss Granger,” a cultured and familiar voice said to the side of her.

”Yes, welcome, Miss Granger,” a silken voice purred, even more familiar. Startled, Hermione looked to her right and her left. A wizard was standing on either side of her, bring the total to two totally unexpected persons.

Lucius Malfoy and Professor Severus Snape. Two sets of eyes glittered down at her, both men smirking slightly.

“What are you doing here?” Hermione asked them, starting to rise.

Lucius’ large hand caught her shoulder and forced her back down in the seat.

“Apparently you, Miss Granger,” the blonde wizard said, looking at Snape, who nodded slowly.

”Yes, Miss Granger. It seems your deepest fantasy is to be fucked by the both of us at the same time,” the Potions Master purred.

Hermione colored.

”No, no that’s not it at all,” she said to the wizards.

”I’m afraid it is, otherwise we wouldn’t be here,” Snape said silkily, “This is your dream after all.”

”So you might as well enjoy it,” Lucius added.

Hermione suddenly sprung to her feet and ran to the door, pulling on it wildly. It wouldn’t open. She reached into her pocket for her wand but it wasn’t there. She spun and looked at the two wizards, who were both looking back at her with a bemused expression.

“You can’t run away, Miss Granger. It would be best to admit to yourself that you do want this. You will not come out of your fantasy until it is completed,” Snape said.

“Dear gods. I have to do the both of you?” Hermione asked them.

Lucius gave the witch a lascivious smile.

”I believe Miss Granger, it is we who will be ‘doing’ you,” the wizard replied, resting his silver-tipped cane against the chair and removing his leather gloves. He wore immaculate black dress robes and began to deftly unfasten them.

”I hope this is not a ‘first time’ fantasy, Miss Granger,” Snape said as he too began to unbutton his robes, “Because neither of us are wizards suitable for a witch’s first time.”

”Ah, no. No, I’m not a virgin,” Hermione said in a small voice as she watched the two wizards disrobing. She swallowed as Lucius peeled off his robes, placed them on the chair and went to work on his cuffs.

”Who deflowered you, Miss Granger?” Lucius asked her curiously.

”Ronald Weasley,” she said.

Professor Snape rolled his eyes and looked at Lucius.

”Trust me, she’s still a virgin,” he said to his companion.

Lucius chuckled, then said, “Not for long. She’s going to get the crash course in carnality. I suggest you undress, Miss Granger…unless you wish us to ravish you…”

Now Snape gave a little laugh as he unbuttoned his shirt, his pale chest falling into view. It was scarred and and his abs well-defined. He was lean but strong and sinewy. A line of soft black hair ran from under his navel into the waist of his trousers.

“There is no ‘unless’ Lucius. She will be ravished regardless,” he said silkily, “At least on my part.”

Hermione was immobilized. She couldn’t move at all as she watched the wizards undress. Finally both stood before her wearing only tented silk boxers, Snape in black and Lucius in Slytherin green.

“She looks as if she was caught in a basilisk’s gaze, or got a glimpse of Medusa,” Lucius said picking up his wand and pointing it at the witch.

“Divesto,” he breathed, Hermione’s clothing disappearing, the witch gasping and covering herself as both men slowly approached her.

“You can’t hiiiide,” Snape said in a kind of sing-song voice as Hermione cringed, trying to hide her nakedness. But even as she did so, she couldn’t help the pulse of heat washing over her as they came closer.

Gods, they were so…so…sexy, Professor Snape lean and pale, Lucius golden and muscular. And these weren’t boys…they were men. And by the size of their tented boxers…very well hung men.

Snape reached her first, pulling her away from the door and against his hard body, his eyes narrowed. Lucius moved behind her and pressed into her, sandwiching Hermione between them.

”She’s tiny,” he said as he rolled his cock against her ass, Hermione gasping as Snape also ground himself against her.

“Tiny but with very nice female attributes,” Snape purred, cupping one of Hermione’s breasts with his long fingers and squeezing it as if testing for ripeness. He flicked a thumb over her hardened nipple and Hermione buckled at the contact.

Lucius’ soft mouth pressed against her throat, suckling gently and the witch let out a moan, her body beginning to move of its own accord between the two wizards. His hand caressed then fondled one full buttock, gripping it tightly.

”Mmmm,” the wizard said, stepping back and drawing down his boxers, “I think we should get started Severus.”

The Potions Master stepped back, taking off his silk shorts as well.

Hermione looked down at first Lucius’ cock, then Severus’. Both were large and leaking, Lucius’ handsome organ slightly curved, the base covered in fine blonde hair. Snape’s cock was as pale as the rest of him, long, straight and thick, with a bulbous head.

“Oh gods, how am I going to take you both?” she asked them as each wizard grabbed an arm and walked her over to the sofa.

”Oh, I’m sure you’ll accommodate us quite nicely. You are made for this after all,” Lucius assured her, “Now Miss Granger, get on the sofa on your hands and knees. We need you to fill this Slytherin sandwich.”

Severus moved to the arm of the sofa and sat down, gaping his legs, his erect cock bouncing. Hermione stood there until Lucius pushed her rather roughly.

”Now, Miss Granger, my patience is wearing thin,” he breathed, scowling at her, his gray eyes hard now.

Hermione crawled on the sofa, her head between Severus’ legs. The Potions Master caressed her hair, his eyes expectant.

”Now open your mouth like a good little Gryffindor,” he purred as she felt the sofa depress behind her, Lucius getting on his knees, gripping her waist and adjusting her ass for the best and deepest penetration.

Lucius looked at Severus over the witch’s trembling body as he caressed her back.

”Give me a little aid, brother” he said to Snape as he poised his cock before Hermione’s pussy.

”My pleasure, brother,” the Professor purred back, reaching over Hermione and grasping her buttocks between his spread fingers.

”On three. One…two…three!” Lucius hissed, forcing his girth into Hermione’s tight, wet sleeve with a delighted grimace, Hermione crying out around Severus’ cock.

”Suck!” Severus ordered the witch, hauling her over both his own cock and Lucius’ glistening organ rhythmically.

Lucius fell back on his hands, his eyes closed in pleasure as he fucked the witch aided by Severus, Hermione overcome with pleasure, sucking the Professor as if his cock was a delicious thick stick of candy. Lucius drove deeper, Hermione letting out a yelp as his hard, thick tool stretched and filled her.

”Quite a ride, isn’t it witch?” he growled.
 

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Severus and Lucius were quite a team and worked together, Lucius stretching out on his back under the witch and holding her ass up high so the Potions Master, who was stretched over her, could drive deeper still, Lucius pushing Hermione’s pussy into the wizard’s devastating stroke.

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Then they switched up again, this time standing Hermione up and bending her over, Lucius wrapping his arms around the witch and ramming Hermione unmercifully as Severus once again took her head, loving the witch’s hot mouth around him. She sucked very good cock once she got going.
 

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And by the gods, Hermione was going…giving herself over to the wizards and living out that most secret of fantasies. She was taking two thick, hard cocks attached to the sexiest wizards she knew and it was amazing. Hot, nasty and amazing. Ron didn’t come close to either one of the wizards…and Hermione had both. Poor Ron disappeared entirely from the witch’s psyche.

Ron who?

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Hermione awoke in the chair, once again in the Room of Requirement. Professor Snape was standing by the chair, looking down at her.

“Did you find your fantasy fulfilling, Miss Granger?” he asked her.

Hermione looked at him and colored deeply, standing up. She winced a little…it might have been a dream but she felt totally reamed.

”Yes. Yes, it was…satisfying. But I have to go now, Professor Snape. Thank you,” the witch said, not meeting his eyes and hurrying toward the door that materialized. She opened it and quickly darted through, making a beeline to Gryffindor tower.

She’d sleep good tonight.

The Professor stared after her. A shimmer appeared beside him, then the disillusionment spell dropped and Lucius Malfoy stood by his side.

”Well, that was a lovely little diversion,” the blonde wizard said with a smile, “Do you think Miss Granger will want to experience that particular fantasy again?”

Snape smirked a bit. The witch had been quite delicious…if naïve. And she loved getting the shit fucked out of her by the two wizards, eventually vocally egging them on using language that the Professor never imagined she even knew. Drenched in perspiration, they covered her in come at least three times before being completely spent. Her hunger had been amazing. The two men had quite the workout. The double penetration had been particularly enjoyable. Hermione Granger was young but certainly could take it.

It had been an easy matter for Severus and Lucius to adjust the ROR to suit their needs once the witch passed out, and an even simpler matter to stun and scourgify her and rearrange the room to its original configuration before she woke up. Lucius had been present from the very beginning, disillusioned, invited by Snape to help fulfill the naughty little witch’s wicked fantasy once he saw what it was.

It had been stellar.

”Judging by her reaction, I believe we can count on it, Lucius,” the Potions Master said, “Now come join me for a firewhiskey before you depart for the manor.”

”Yes, I believe I will,’ the blonde wizard replied, slapping Snape on the back, then following the dark wizard out the door.


 

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