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Professor Granger shucked her dark brown fluffy cardigan close to her chest, cuddling herself in the warmth as she entered her favourite place in the entirety of the castle: the Library.
It was a late Friday night which meant that the library would basically be empty apart from the few budding bookworms that Hermione saw her younger self in and admired their courage to be amongst the books when most of their friends were getting ready for the Halloween frights to start making their way through the castle walls.
She moved towards the back of the large library, nearing the Restricted Section where she could smell and hear the familiar warming sounds of the crackling fire. Possibly one of her favourite sounds. Along with the smell of the books, she was practically in heaven right now.
She sighed.
It had been a long week.
And it was only about to get longer for Professor Hermione Granger.
“Professor.” His voice flew through the stacks as Hermione delved further and further into the library, planning to get herself lost for the next few hours. “It appears you have walked straight into our trap.” He smirked, the evidence clear as day in his voice as she tried to ignore the taunting that one of her favourite students was magically forcing to surround her body as she moved.
She moved deeper inside the library, finding herself slowly getting lost in the labyrinth that Hogwarts had created.
“Perhaps, she should find her way to us. We could help her.” Another voice joined in with the taunting. “Or we could continue teasing her further.” He chuckled as Hermione discovered that this was her other favourite student.
The realisation struck her like a magic spell.
Draco Malfoy and Theodore Nott.
She was in trouble.
Hermione reached her final point of the library, noticing that even the lights had dimmed.
She was really in trouble.
She was stuck in the area. Accidentally — or non-accidentally — stuck in.
Hermione was about to get completely ruined by these two Slytherin students. No doubt getting their revenge for her harsh remarks about the latest papers they had turned in. She welcomed the challenge that faced her.
After all, this wasn’t her first time facing off with these two eighth years.
They knew how she worked and enjoyed teasing her, especially when it came to a place she believed was safe for her: her library. They loved teasing her and would especially enjoy the evening ahead of them.
“Professor.”
Draco’s voice appeared from between the stacks, the platinum blond hair moving through the bookshelves as he smirked darkly at Professor Granger. His eyes were hooded and glazed over as he kept his eye contact on her.
“Mister Malfoy, enjoying your evening?”
“I will be,” Draco smirked, rubbing his hands together as he neared closer to his Professor. Theo had now joined them and the two of them were crowding in on Professor Granger.
“ We will be.” Theo corrected. Draco couldn’t help but roll his eyes at Theo’s correction.
“All this over some harsh remarks on your papers?”
“You did it all on purpose, didn’t you, Professor?” Draco smirked, licking his lips as he trapped Hermione against the bookshelf. His hands rested beside her head, his tall body towering over her in the most delicious sight as Theo hovered nearby.
“No.” She scolded, breathing heavily. “I care about your education Mister Malfoy and Mister Nott, you understand that, don’t you? I want you to excel in your final year.” She tried to calm herself down but it wasn’t working out when she had two insanely attractive students trapping her in their trap.
Draco pulled back, removing his arms from beside her but keeping eye contact with her as he licked his lips. He knew that the next thing he was about to do was to cause their professor to melt and be at their complete will.
He slowly rolled his shirt sleeves up, removing his cufflinks and letting them clink loudly on the flooring, pulsing his muscles as he did so, knowing that Professor Granger was moments away from being a puddle on the floor.
Her eyes moved down, watching the action before returning her eyes back up to connect with his darkening greys.
She was so fucked.
The glint of Malfoy’s signet ring glistened in the moonlight cascading through the high-up windows and it caught her eye. She stared at the object, never noticing it before and then discovered that Nott also wore a family signet ring.
Fuck.
Malfoy’s thumb pressed against her lower lip before dragging it down, smirking as he did the action.
“Your lips drive me crazy.” He groaned, staring at her underneath his hooded eyelids. He was clearly very affected right now and Hermione could say the same for herself right now.
“Show us how well you can listen.” Theo wrapped his hands around Draco’s waist, resting his head on the blond’s shoulder as he glared into Hermione’s soul. “Kneel down for Draco and stick out your tongue, show us how good you can be.”
Her brain switched off, settling into the position where she was allowed to relax.
The position where she was able to turn off her controlling side and be allowed to experience the pleasure she so deserved.
Her boys were in control now.
With the helping hand of Draco, Hermione knelt down slowly as her pencil skirt flattened against her legs and the floor. She adjusted how comfortable she was before staring back up at her two boys and sticking her tongue out slowly.
Draco exhaled, his finger sliding against the flat of her tongue and holding Hermione’s face, cradling it with his thumb.
“Look at you, such a good girl for us,” Theo remarked. He licked a stripe up and down Draco’s throat. “Fuck, she’s beautiful. Look at her, D.” He groaned, his eyes rolling back into his head as he continued staring at the curly-haired woman.
“And all for us,” Draco smirked, sliding his finger further down Hermione’s throat — watching as her eyes bulged as he slid it out before replacing it with three of his fingers. “Look at you taking my fingers, so perfect for us.”
Hermione moaned, lapping up the praise as she slithered her tongue around his fingers. The praise kink was screaming inside of her chest, her heart thumping as her eyes connected back with Draco’s.
Theo kneeled beside her, hovering as he grabbed her face before turning it roughly towards him.
“Always listen so well to us, Professor.” Theo grabbed her cheeks, her tongue sticking out as her large doe eyes looked through him.
The praise was becoming too much on her — the blush covering her cheeks and chest evidence of that — but that didn’t mean they would stop with the praising.
“If only we could show you off to everyone, let everyone know in this entire castle who you belong to.” Theo squeezed Hermione’s cheeks harder. “Now, stand for us.” He let her go, standing back up and waited impatiently for Hermione to follow the command.
Slowly, she carefully stands and waits for further instructions from the two Slytherins.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Draco drew her closer, playing with her tight white shirt. He magically got rid of her cardigan before pulling her even closer so that their faces were practically nose to nose. “You want us to show you off to everyone. Bend you over on the Professor's table and take you in front of the entire facility. You’d love that wouldn’t you?”
She couldn’t help but feel the whimper pass pathetically through her lips.
Draco smooshed his lips against hers at the approval of the sound. “Of course you would, such a filthy little whore.” He stabbed his tongue against her lips, creeping through to wind their way through until they were granted entry to entangle with her tongue. They battled for dominance for a second before she conceded, allowing Draco’s tongue to control the movements.
Theo was now standing behind her, his arms wrapping around her waist before they started sneaking down further underneath the material. He was licking at her neck — the occasional graze of teeth sent shockwaves melting down to her cunt — moaning and mewling as she continued being kissed by Draco.
“A filthy little whore.” Draco repeated, removing his mouth and staring at Theo from over Hermione’s shoulder, she felt her knees buckle beneath her.
“And all for us.”
“And all for us,” Draco smirked, nodding as he indicated with his head for Theo to move out away before in a flash of movement, Hermione was pushed back up against the bookshelf and her clothing was removed — all except her tight pencil skirt. She knew that was a small kink that the boys shared.
She had been on the edge all this time and now finally, they would submit all their attention to her and her cunt. It had been practically waiting for them to turn their attention towards it again but instead of Draco’s fingers heading straight there, they continued the teasing.
Hermione wanted to scream.
She had been edging herself all day in preparation for something like this happening — she knew the boys would be disappointed and perhaps angry about the remarks she had made but this was something else.
They were torturing her.
“Please…” She whimpered, her legs unconsciously wrapping around Draco’s waist as he lifted her.
“Now, our darling Professor, you need to be patient. Allow us to handle everything.” Draco kissed her, his fingers pinching at her thigh and grabbing lumps of skin and creating bruises with his fingers as well as magic.
“No!” Hermione screamed, trying to wriggle closer to Draco’s crotch but his grip tightened around her.
She wouldn’t be getting what she wanted tonight.
“You are just edging me, please, stop!” She whimpered, her eyes begging as she stared at her boys.
“You’ll enjoy it, like the little slut you are.” Theo bit his lips as he stared at Hermione’s face, smirking at all of the fun they would be having this evening.
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