Author: eeyore9990
Title: The Trouble with Curiosity
Rating: NC-17
Characters: HG/SS/LM
Kinks: Outdoor Sex, Masturbation
Beta: knightmare_shad, who deserves the world for her patience with my multiple mistakes.
A/N: I've been promising to write this threesome for Shiv forever now, and this is the end result. I'm not happy with it, but hey, it's finished!
Disclaimer: I am not JKR and she owns everyone.


“If you’re truly intent on doing this here, do be swift, Lucius.”

Hermione, strolling along the pathway between Hogwarts and Hogsmeade, automatically slowed her steps and ducked behind a tree upon hearing that voice speak those words to that man in that tone. Licking her lips and checking around for any wandering students, she slowly edged around the tree until her searching gaze found…

Ohh, holy hell. Her eyes flared wide upon seeing Severus Snape standing in a small, secluded clearing, his robes up around his waist, pants and trousers pooled at his ankles, and Lucius Malfoy on his knees in front of him, long blond hair glinting in the early afternoon sunlight as he smirked up at Snape and said something in a low murmur that Hermione didn’t catch. Oh, for a pair of extendable ears!

Hermione bit her lip and watched them for a moment to be sure they were as absorbed in each other as they appeared before sliding further around the tree, using every bit of shadow and foliage to conceal her presence. She blinked rapidly and her breathing sped up when she saw Malfoy lean forward and slowly run the tip of his tongue over the head of Snape’s exposed penis.

His exposed penis! Hermione pinched herself hard to be sure she hadn’t fallen asleep in her office. Though, did she really want to wake if this was a dream? The only thing better would be if she could join them. She shook her head to get those sorts of ideas out of it before focusing all her attention on the performance they were unwittingly giving her.

Snape’s head fell backward on his shoulders and he lost his grip on his robes as Malfoy sucked the darkened head into his mouth. The black robes draped over Lucius’ head and he made a low noise, pulling back and ordering Snape to lie back on the grass.

“No. If a student comes along…”

“If a student comes along, they’ll spy you sooner if you’re standing, than if you’re laying on the ground, hidden in a secluded thicket.”

“Mmmm.” Snape swiftly unbuttoned the long row of tiny buttons that held his robes closed. He allowed the fabric to drop off his shoulders and caught it on one hand, whirling it around to lay it out on the ground before he dropped down onto it.

Hermione watched, completely fascinated, as Malfoy swiftly removed the rest of Snape’s clothing using a combination of fingers and teeth. It was oddly erotic, watching his pale hair fall over the trademark black of Snape’s clothing first, then Snape’s sickly-pale skin, turning the colour from a nearly icy-hue to warm and sensual.

When Snape was completely disrobed, she couldn’t help edging slightly closer. After all, she had always been completely curious, too enraptured with knowledge for her own good, one might say. Unfortunately, as soon as she took that first step, her foot came down on a thin, dry twig and the snap of it breaking was loud as a crack of Apparation, shouting her presence to the two men on the ground.

She sucked in a sharp breath, mentally cursing herself as Snape and Malfoy both went completely still and turned their heads in her direction. Deciding there was nothing else for it, she stepped all the way forward, brazening it out. Crossing her arms and quirking one eyebrow, she slowly stalked around the duo, pausing once to lift the edge of Snape’s trousers with the toe of her foot and smirking.

“Well, well, well. What have we here? Uh-uh-uh, Mr. Malfoy ,” she said, twirling her wand in her fingers as she watched his hand edge toward his cane. “There will be no Obliviating today. No, actually… I think I want you to continue. Yes, do.”

“Miss Granger, I—”

“I’m sorry, did I invite you to speak, Mr. Malfoy ? No, I’m rather certain I did not. As you were about to put the good Professor’s penis in your mouth and suck on it, I suggest you do so immediately.” Hermione schooled her features as best she could to keep the shock off her face. She had no idea where this new facet of her personality was coming from, but she felt flush with a hitherto unknown sense of power.

“Enough!” Snape bit out, pushing up onto his elbows, obviously about to stand.

Hermione’s wand was pointed at him almost immediately, her expression fierce with intent. “Lie back down. Don’t make me bind you, Professor.”

“You are a Professor yourself, Miss Granger; need I remind you?”

Hermione’s small smirk did not go unnoticed by either man. “Are you suggesting that you might tattle on me, Snape? Because how, exactly, would you explain your present predicament? Hmm?”

The sound of Snape’s teeth grinding against one another was loud enough to reach Hermione’s ears. For some reason, this sign of his frustration made her chuckle.

“Come, gentlemen, it’s not as if you weren’t planning to reach the obvious conclusion of your actions before my arrival. What, pray, is so different now?” She held her breath and watched as the two men on the ground looked at each other, something flashing between them before Lucius’ mouth twisted with a slow, wicked smirk.

“And you want to… watch, Miss Granger?” he asked, sweeping his gaze over her with a look that managed to convey equal amounts of disgust and desire. “Or did you want more?”

Hermione took a shaky breath and swallowed hard, trying not to let either of them see how this was affecting her. Shaking her head slowly, she said, “No, I’m quite content to direct this little scene, thank you. Now, you were about to do something?”

But Malfoy didn’t need further prodding; he was already lowering his head lazily over Snape’s full erection. Hermione walked around toward Snape’s head to get a better view, briefly making eye contact with him. When he cocked his eyebrow at her, she just shrugged. “One must take opportunities where they can,” she muttered, flushing when that prompted a deep chuckle.

Snape’s laughter was cut off, however, when Malfoy decided he’d been ignored long enough. Hermione’s swift gasp was echoed before a low groan sounded in the clearing as Malfoy opened his mouth and took the entire length of Snape’s cock into his mouth and down his throat. Snape’s hips bucked off the ground before strong, pale hands gripped his thighs in a firm hold.

Hermione began to tremble as she watched the stern man in front of her begin to come apart under the influence of Lucius’ tongue. She clenched her thighs and bit her lip, trying desperately to hold back her own desire, to keep herself from pushing up her sensible skirt, ripping off her panties, and masturbating herself to completion right there in front of them.

Somewhere in her lust-inspired daze, she found herself looking straight into Snape’s black eyes. She’d never been so turned on in her life, and when he opened his mouth and raggedly said, “Do it,” she whimpered and dropped to her knees. Snape used the hand that wasn’t gripping the back of Lucius’ head to raise her skirt, but Malfoy must have done something truly spectacular then, because his fingers tightened on the material, nearly ripping it as his entire body tensed. He groaned again and spit Lucius’ name out like a curse, causing the other man to lift his head and smirk deviously at Snape.

When Malfoy saw Hermione on her knees, skirt fisted in Snape’s hand, he raised one pale eyebrow and brought a hand up to slowly stroke Snape’s saliva-wet cock. “My, my, Miss Granger. Aren’t we full of surprises today. Were you going to touch yourself? Well, don’t let me stop you.”

What am I doing? Hermione thought, even as she thrust her hand into the top of her knickers, fingers immediately seeking out her clit. She moaned at the first touch to it and her hips gave a short jerk, even as her head fell back onto her shoulders. She’d been so close, even before touching herself, that she was sure it wouldn’t take more than a minute to bring herself over.

“Who knew?” she heard one of the men murmur, and she opened her eyes, dazzled by the sunlight streaming through the canopy of trees overhead. With great effort, she brought her head forward again and looked at them, a vague sense of surprise tinting her lust-clouded mind as she found them both hungrily watching her. Lucius’ hand was no longer stroking Snape, was merely holding him now, and she whimpered, wanting more than her fingers on herself but not knowing how to ask for it.

Snape sat up, disentangling himself from Lucius. He moved, gripping Hermione around the waist and laying her out on the spot he had so recently vacated. She barely had a moment to register the cushioning spell before her knickers were being pulled down her legs and long fingers were ripping the front of her blouse open. She gasped, bucking her hips, when Snape lowered his head over her chest, taking her nipple into his mouth, sucking on it through the thin cotton of her bra.

Snape tensed, then pulled his head back, hissing in pleasure at something Malfoy was doing to him. Curiosity had Hermione pushing up onto her elbows and looking at Malfoy over the top of Snape’s shoulder.

“This is the way we’re going to do this, Miss Granger. Severus, here, is going to enter you, then wait for me to enter him. And then… we’re all going to have quite the merry time fucking each other. Does that sound acceptable?”

Hermione gulped and looked up at Snape, a hint of doubt creeping in. He met her stare and raised his eyebrow again, making her slightly envious of his ability to communicate only with his eyebrows.

Obviously realising she had become distracted from the question, Snape lowered his head, lips almost touching hers as he said, “Tell us, Miss Granger. You have to agree to this or we stop. Do you,” he paused to lick her bottom lip, “want me to fuck you?”

The sound of his voice, saying those amazingly erotic words, made Hermione lift one hand to wrap in his lank hair, pulling him to her. As they kissed, she raised her hips as far as possible, teasing them both as she rubbed her damp crotch against the tip of his cock.

Snape broke their kiss, pushing his hips back into Malfoy even as he said, “Enough. I’m ready.”

Hermione scrambled to flip over, raising up on her hands and knees before turning to look back at Snape. “Like this, right?”

“You always were an apt… ah!… pupil, Miss Granger. Fuck, Lucius! I won’t last at all if you do that!”

Malfoy chuckled then said, “Stop wasting time, then, Severus.”

Snape wrapped a long arm around Hermione’s waist, pulling her back, even as his hips thrust forward, pushing his cock deep inside her, causing her to let out a scream of pleasure. When he paused, she moaned and wriggled, forgetting for a moment that they had to wait for Lucius.

A moment later, she shouted again as Snape hissed in a combination of pleasure and pain next to her ear. Malfoy directed their movements from then, the force of his thrusts bucking Severus against and into Hermione. She caught his rhythm soon enough and began slamming backward as he pushed forward, Snape caught between them, each of them riding the thin line of orgasm.

Before long, Hermione couldn’t hold back any longer and took one hand away from where it was bracing her on the ground to stroke and pinch her clit. Within moments, her back was arching and her muscles tensing as she started coming. The fluttering of her interior walls, combined with a particularly forceful thrust against his prostate, had Snape shouting his own release. Malfoy continued to thrust for a few moments longer before, with a sigh of pleasure, he stiffened against Snape, eyes closed tightly as he rode through his own orgasm.

Hermione collapsed forward, rolling out of the way just in time to avoid Snape. Snape, however, not being as agile as she, ended up with Malfoy on top of him.

“I don’t think this is quite what the Ministry had in mind when they suggested all magical folk, regardless of blood purity, find ways to work together,” Hermione said after a moment, startling a gruff laugh from Snape.

“Mmm, no, but then the Ministry has always been rather slow to embrace new ideas. I shall simply have to enlighten the Minister at our next meeting,” Malfoy said.

“Don’t you dare!” Hermione said, sitting up and preparing to argue with Lucius. She rolled her eyes and groaned when both men simply laughed at her. “Boys!”