As Remus slipped out of the drawing room into the foyer again, he was pleasantly surprised to see some of the other guests had arrived. Half a dozen or more stood in a circle, and he could hear voices coming from the study. Draco and Harry emerged through the same passage Remus had, looking guilty and disheveled. The Lord and Lady of the Manor appeared at the top of the stairs.
The room because hushed with an air of anticipation thrumming through it. Lucius and Narcissa were dressed in very fine traditional Indian garb. Lucius in a silk brocade sherwari, it was ivory with a gold pattern and bronze and green embroidery. Narcissa could have easily outshone her husband in a pale pink lenga choli, embroidered in gold and rose-gold thread. Lucius bowed to the small crowd, extending his arm in a grand gesture. Lucius' voice projected itself perfectly through the foyer. "Welcome friends." He and Narcissa descended the stairs toward the guests waiting below.
Several people appear from the study. Severus came out first, followed by Hermione Granger and Arthur Weasley and two people that seemed familiar, but Remus couldn't place them.
"I believe drinks are in order." Lucius pointed to a fairly large bar set up near one wall. "House elves are not particularly accomplished in the service of alcohol. It really is a science and an art. You understand the beauty and complexity of that Severus, perhaps you would do me the great favour of mixing for everyone."
"I am thankful you thought of me, Lucius. But might I suggest Lupin, he mixed me a drink earlier that was sheer perfection. Would it do to let such talent go to waste?"
Lucius furrowed his brow. "I didn't realize we had someone else amongst that was exceptionally qualified. Please Lupin, Remus. Would you do the honours?"
"Of course." He strode to the bar and immediately popped the cork on a bottle of champagne. "Champagne anyone?" The Malfoys, Draco, Harry, Hermione, Pansy Parkinson and Percy Weasley had all responded. He finished pouring three bottles before he started mixing drinks. His last champagne consumer had been Luna Lovegood, acting barmy as ever, he imagined alcohol didn't do anything to change her world. Hermione sidled up behind the bar with him. The next two to be served ordered Snake Bites, and it came to Remus in a flash: Myron Wagtail and Heathcote Barbary of the Weird Sisters. His would be mother-in-law was next, she ordered a gin and tonic.
"Hermione, please I don't need help. Just go mingle."
"I want to help; besides this is the best place to actually get a look at everyone."
She wasn't called the brightest witch of her age for nothing. This was the perfect place to look over all the other guests.
Pressing her breasts against Remus' back and arm Hermione asked, "Remus, who is that tiny woman in purple over there?"
" Millicent Bagnold. She was Minister prior to Fudge."
She snuggled closer, running a hand over his forearm. "I' never imagined that was how she looked." Hermione snapped her mouth shut. Taking a deep breath she whispered "Do you like powerful women? Women who are in charge?' Her hand roamed down to his hip.
"I like many different types of women." Remus responded, not certain what to make of the hand that just skimmed his crotch.
Hermione reached around him, and knocked over a dish of long stemmed cherries. She was down on the floor in a minute. "I've got it." She popped a cherry into her mouth, and proceeded to twist the stem into a knot. Remus glanced down as she stuck out her tongue to display it. Yes, nice party trick, Hermione. Then she grasped the twisted stem between her fingers and sucked the cherry in and out of her mouth. His cock stirred, and her eyes currently at the same height, noticed. She ran a hand up between his legs, looking up at him with the look of an innocent nineteen year old who fancied herself older and more sophisticated than her years. He was most definitely thinking with his cock.
His trousers were swiftly unzipped, and she fished his cock out of his pants. Even if he considered stopping her, he wouldn't. This was a long held fantasy, sex in public. His eyes focused on the revelers, as he tried to remain silent as she sucked him into her mouth. She bobbed and sucked as he gripped the edge of the bar, his knuckles turning white. Katie Bell appeared in front of him asking for a Tom Collins. He managed to have a steady, deft hand with the drink until Hermione popped the cherry into her mouth, and dragged it along the underside of his cock. His hand almost upset the glass. He did knock over the ice bucket when Katie requested extra cherries.
Resuming his grip on the bar, he took several deep breaths. Hermione was teasing his slit now, trying to press her tongue into it. He gasped when an icy-cold finger pressed behind his balls, and they drew up tight. She sucked him down to the root, her throat closing against his glans. He was panting now, sweat beading on his forehead, and Merlin help him he was pretending it was Severus sucking him down. His hips rocked, forcing his cock into her throat over and over. He could feel the buzz of all the voices around him, as they seemed to vibrate through his cock. The suction was almost unbearable, and then Hemione pressed her frigid fingers hard against his perineum. He shuddered, his hips bucked and he came hard in long spurts down her throat. Miraculously, he hadn't cried out.
"Lupin! You haven't heard a word I've said" Severus spoke in his most imperious tone.
"Ah…I…well."
"Eloquent as ever. Can you possibly manage a simple gin and tonic?"
"Yes, of course, Severus. Lemon or lime with that?"