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Hermione Granger had a secret. Or perhaps two secrets, depending on how you’d quantify it. In fact, Hermione had a lot of secrets, as Minister for Magic; there were always bills and votes and meetings going on behind the scenes that she couldn’t disclose to the public.
Hermione’s one secret, though, was a true secret. Held close to her chest, buried deep in her mind beyond walls of meticulously constructed Occlumency. She’d hidden it in her mind’s most private bookshelf, in a dusty little volume whose cover was black leather spun through with silver and gold. Pretty, to be sure, but purposefully unnoticeable next to larger, more impressive tomes.
As Hermione went about her day to day life, taking meetings, diffusing yet another Wizengamot quarrel, rallying support for her upcoming re-election, having a meal with Harry and Ron, the secret sat there, on its shelf, untouched and unseen.
At Ministry fundraisers, seemingly endless at this point in the election process, Hermione cycled through a kaleidoscope of formal robes, and talked to everyone that wished to beg just a moment of the Minister’s time. Exhausting though such events could be, they were crucial to Hermione’s continuing career, so she endured the worst conversations with a tight smile, and cleared her mind.
Occasionally, at a ball or a gala or a dinner, a flash of bright white-blonde would appear in Hermione’s periphery, and it would feel as though a gentle fingertip were running down the spine of the little leather book.
***
A Saturday in late October brought another ball, and Hermione arrived alongside Padma Patil. Though they were only friends, Padma often accompanied Hermione to official events. She acted as both a buffer between her and more unsavoury conversationalists, and kept the journalists appeased about Hermione’s apparent love life. Hermione was incredibly grateful for their friendship, and Padma actually enjoyed the parties.
The Prophet and Witch Weekly had always liked to speculate on Hermione’s private life, particularly given that her and Ron’s relationship had quickly fizzled to nothing after the War. Rumours about their breakup had been plenty, and were seemingly refuelled after Hermione had publicly come out as bisexual. None of the articles mentioned that Hermione and Ron were still great friends, though, or that she’d been a bridesmaid at his wedding to Susan Bones.
In any case, the journalists of the wizarding world loved to gossip about her love life, and Padma liked to owl Hermione the funniest headlines. Nothing came close to her private truth, though, and her book remained on its shelf, blessedly undiscovered.
***
Hermione Granger’s secret was Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy.
Pinpointing how it started felt near-impossible to Hermione. It had been a gradual thing, a cool trickling of quiet moments held in between hours and between places. A word and a touch and a gesture and a box of Pepper Imps on Hermione’s desk.
One springtime, at a fundraiser for the Department of Magical Transportation, Hermione had had a rare moment to herself. Looking out across the sea of witches and wizards, she’d locked eyes with Narcissa. Never breaking eye contact, Narcissa had muttered something to her husband, and kissed him gently, her mouth a knowing smile. By that point, the book had already been created.
***
Mind and body exhausted by the day, Hermione apparated to Malfoy Manor. The wards let her in with a sigh, with a tingling Hermione felt deep in her chest, and then she stood in the shadowed luxury of Lucius and Narcissa’s private sitting room.
The walls were a deep, night sky blue, and the fire in the hearth sent glinting reflections sparking off the gilded edges of the furniture. Lucius and Narcissa sat on a sofa before the fireplace, and at the sound of Hermione’s appearance, they turned to face her, Lucius setting down a book he’d been thumbing through. Hermione let out a deep breath at the sight of them, and strolled determinedly forwards.
“Darling-,” Narcissa started, but the rest of her greeting was swallowed by Hermione’s mouth on hers. Narcissa quickly responded, her hands coming up to hold Hermione’s face, fingertips brushing back her curls. It was a quick kiss, but that didn’t dim its ferocity, and Hermione’s breathing came heavily when Narcissa pulled back, her mouth flushed. “What’s happened? Are you alright?”
Narcissa tugged Hermione down to sit between her and Lucius, who placed one of his hands on Hermione’s thigh. Hermione let out a frustrated huff, her hands briefly balling into fists, but she quickly tangled together her fingers with Lucius’.
“Everywhere I turned today I’ve been met with resistance,” Hermione said, her eyes falling closed. “I’m the Minister for bloody Magic, surely that should count for something.”
Narcissa made a soothing noise, rubbing a hand over the tight muscles in Hermione’s shoulders, and Hermione leaned into the touch.
“I just want…” Hermione stopped herself. She hadn’t come to talk about work.
“What do you want, Hermione?” Lucius asked, and Hermione’s eyes snapped open at the low thrum of his voice. As Hermione looked at him, Lucius raised Hermione’s hand to his mouth, pressing a kiss to the joint between her thumb and index finger, still flecked with ink from her day’s writings.
Hermione held Lucius’ eyes, confident, even as a low thrum of anticipation built in her stomach. Here, she knew, she could ask, and would receive. Hermione felt Narcissa move her hair aside, baring Hermione’s neck, before leaning forward to graze her teeth along Hermione’s throat, following the trail with tender kisses.
Hermione let out a soft moan, bringing one hand up to hold Narcissa to her, luxuriating in the feel of the other woman’s hair.
“I want you to touch me,” Hermione said simply. Lucius quirked an eyebrow, and Hermione added, “I want you to fuck me.”
Lucius’ eyes went dark, and he leant forward to kiss Hermione, muttering something against her lips that she didn’t catch. Their mouths met with a practiced clash of tongues, and Lucius cradled Hermione’s face in one hand, angling her jaw to his liking as he paid particular attention to Hermione’s bottom lip, biting and then soothing it as Hermione grabbed onto his shirt.
Hermione and Lucius stood, and Narcissa followed, reaching up to unclasp Hermione’s heavy ministerial cloak, which she let puddle at Hermione’s feet. Hermione reached a hand out to Narcissa, spinning to face her and kissing her with the same fervour that Lucius had just shown to her. Hermione’s lips glided against Narcissa’s with pleasing ease, and Narcissa pressed her body flush to Hermione’s. Hermione gasped at the feel of Narcissa’s breasts pressing against her own, skimming her hands down Narcissa’s body to rest at her waist. Narcissa buried one hand in Hermione’s hair, the other firm against Hermione’s back to pull her flush against her. Hermione heard the sound of fabric being thrown from next to them, and opened her eyes to see that Lucius had divested himself of his shirt.
Catching Hermione’s eye, Lucius approached her and Narcissa, bending his head to kiss across Narcissa’s cheek. Narcissa turned to Lucius, and Hermione watched with fascination as Narcissa’s mouth, slick with Hermione’s spit, met Lucius’. It was a sight she’d never tire of. Hermione felt a low throb in her stomach, and set about undoing the many buttons on Narcissa’s silver dress, Narcissa still stroking a hand across Hermione’s back. Once Narcissa’s chest was bared to her, Hermione lent forwards, caressing Narcissa’s nipple with her thumb before taking it into her mouth. Narcissa moaned into Lucius’ mouth, and Hermione felt Lucius’ hand in her hair, holding her against Narcissa’s breast. Hermione felt wetness seep into her knickers at the gentle pressure of Lucius’ hand, as well as the soft jasmine scent of Narcissa’s skin.
Soon, they stumbled their way to the bedroom, clothes leaving a trail, and Hermione was grateful that she’d apparated directly to Lucius and Narcissa’s suite of rooms.
Hermione watched from the foot of the bed enraptured, as Lucius lay Narcissa back, pulling down her underwear with his thumbs as he rocked his erection against Narcissa’s thigh. Hermione stood for a moment, watching, before Lucius turned to see her, and beckoned her to them. Hermione took Lucius’ offered hand, and sunk onto the bed beside him, taking in Narcissa’s naked form. Her blonde hair was delicately spread across the pillows beneath her head, and Hermione watched as Narcissa’s wetness spread down her thighs. Lucius casually swiped two fingers through the gathered wetness, and Narcissa’s hips tilted up as she let out a groan.
“Whatever shall we do with her, Hermione?” Lucius asked with a knowing expression. Narcissa glanced up at them as Lucius offered Hermione his fingers, and Hermione eagerly took them into her mouth, tasting Narcissa’s sweet arousal against the musk of Lucius’ skin. Hermione hummed, sucking Lucius’ fingers deeper into her mouth, and Lucius growled, pressing his thumb to Hermione’s bottom lip to watch her swirl her tongue around the pad of his fingers.
Pulling his fingers from Hermione’s mouth, Lucius stood, and Hermione watched the way that his erection pulled his underwear taut.
“I think I have an idea,” Hermione said, shedding her own bra and knickers.
“Do hurry up, darlings,” Narcissa laughed, opening her legs wide.
Lucius chuckled, and Hermione grinned, wasting no time before settling between Narcissa’s thighs on her knees.
“You taste exquisite,” Hermione murmured against Narcissa’s hip bone, using her thumbs to part Narcissa’s lips, revealing her cunt to her. Hermione licked one long stripe along Narcissa’s slit, a finger coming to rest on Narcissa’s clit. Hermione knew that penetration did little for Narcissa, so she focused her efforts on her clit, kissing and licking around the little nub before pushing her tongue flat against her entrance. Narcissa cursed, bucking up into Hermione’s mouth, and Hermione felt Narcissa’s arousal trickle down her jaw as she worked to bring her to the edge.
“What a sight the two of you make,” Hermione heard Lucius say, and she moaned as she felt Lucius stroke a hand over her arse, squeezing gently. Hermione’s own wetness was sliding between her thighs, and she clenched her legs together in an attempt to generate friction. Lucius’ other hand quickly cupped Hermione’s pussy, and without any preamble he slid a finger inside of her. Hermione gasped against Narcissa, and the other woman cried out at the sensation, holding Hermione to her.
Hermione felt Lucius’ second finger enter her, and clenched around the delicious thickness, revelling in the obscene wet sounds of her arousal combined with Narcissa’s. Lucius set an intense pace as his fingers slid in and out of Hermione’s cunt, and Hermione delighted in it, in the way that he knew just the right rhythm.
“You take my fingers so beautifully, Hermione,” Lucius said, “but you take my cock even better.”
Hermione hummed her agreement against Narcissa’s core, and Narcissa let out a wail of pleasure, so Hermione repeated the gesture. As Narcissa panted out that she was close, her words only half coherent, Hermione sucked Narcissa’s clit into her mouth, and felt her come undone against her tongue. A satisfying gush of wetness coated Hermione’s chin, and she slowed her movements, gently guiding Narcissa through her orgasm with caring kisses. Hermione pulled away, looking up to see Narcissa smiling down at her. Hermione glanced over her shoulder at Lucius, who had slowed the steady rhythm of his fingers, and saw that he now had his other hand wrapped around his cock, which he jerked roughly.
After a moment, Narcissa sat up, and placed one hand over Lucius’ on his cock, while the other came to rest on his arm, pulling him properly onto the bed. As they changed positions, Lucius’s fingers slipped out of Hermione, and she groaned at their sudden absence.
“I do believe you asked Lucius to fuck you, Hermione,” Narcissa said, her voice amused and warm. She guided Lucius onto his back, then took Hermione’s hand, and guided her forward until she was perched over Lucius’ lap.
Hermione looked down at the man below her, and trailed a hand down his chest, down the muscles of his abs, until she reached his cock.
“I believe I did,” Hermione replied, though her voice came out filled with more reverence than the wit she had been aiming for.
Narcissa settled behind Hermione, reaching round to squeeze Hermione’s breasts, and Hermione slowly lowered herself onto Lucius’ cock, startling a choked gasp from Lucius as his hands gripped Hermione’s hips. Together, the three of them established a steady pace, Narcissa dropping her hands to Hermione’s hips to help guide her movements, Lucius leaning up on his elbows to kiss the two women as he thrust up into Hermione.
“There’s our good girl,” Narcissa murmured, as Hermione let out a particularly loud moan. Hermione dropped her head back to rest against Narcissa’s shoulder, and scratched her nails down Lucius’ chest as he fucked her harder. Soon, Hermione felt herself clenching around Lucius, and all it took was his thumb against her clit for Hermione to come, eyes squeezed tightly shut as stars burst behind her eyelids. The sensation was overwhelming, and Hermione kept her eyes closed as Lucius continued to thrust inside her, before he too found his release, emptying inside Hermione with a cry.
***
Later, the three of them lay tangled beneath the sheets, sipping champagne as Hermione regaled them with the whole story of her day, Lucius and Narcissa offering commentary on the (many) Ministry officials they had had dealings with themselves.
In Hermione’s mind, the little book was safe on its shelf, the ink on its latest page just drying.