A/N: This started as the prompt I submitted for the BTBFN Forbidden Fruit competition. Someone claimed it, but hasn't written anything for it. And... well I couldn't get it out of my head. So I had to write a thing. I didn't have a beta. So enjoy and let me know what you think, yeah?

By popular demand, this has expanded from its original one-shot version and so here are your standard warnings: smut. SMUT. All of the smut ahead. Also some triad amongst Hermione/Lucius/Severus as well. It won't be a full/complete triad, but Severus will definitely be making an appearance multiple times. Also, expect coarse language, and that's about it. Hope you all enjoy!

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Hermione rubbed her eyes and crept down the stairs, avoiding all of the creaking ones, on her way to the kitchen for a glass of water. She was dressed skimpily in a pair of sleep shorts and a camisole but hadn't bothered to put her dressing gown overtop. It was the middle of the night, nobody would be up. She was summering at Grimmauld Place again after the horrific year that was sixth year. She didn't even know if she would be going back to Hogwarts in the fall. It was the middle of the night and all day had been muggy and warm, but a chill in the air, pricked at her flesh.

She'd made it to the entry hall, and had one more set of stairs to go down when Lucius Malfoy, with a Death Eater mask dangling from his fingers, exited the large formal drawing room that had become unofficial Order headquarters. He didn't see her and he made for the front door, but the moment Hermione saw him she couldn't stop the gasp from escaping her throat. It wasn't loud, anyone else in the house wouldn't have heard it, but Malfoy did. He whirled around and when she caught his eyes, she opened her mouth to scream. Before she could do more than inhale, he was across the entrance hall and standing before her on the stairs.

She trembled at the visage he made, his long blond hair was tied back at the nape of his neck and his nostrils flared in anger at being caught. His black as night Death Eater robes swirled around him, making him seem larger than life. The scream died in Hermione's throat when he stood in front of her, towering over her, despite the fact that she was still one stair up from the floor. Goosebumps broke out on her skin and she felt like she couldn't breathe.

He didn't say anything. She didn't say anything. For a moment, they just stared at each other. Hermione realized his eyes weren't grey like she'd always thought. Like his son's eyes were, but blue. So light an ice blue that they masqueraded for grey in her mind. She found her mouth was still open and took another deep breath. She should say something, do something. A Death Eater was in Order Headquarters. How could he have gotten in? It was Fidelius protected! Was it Snape? Had Snape truly been working for the Death Eater's this whole time? She had been one of his staunchest defenders these last few months. She was about to scream again when one of Malfoy's hands landed heavily on her hip and pulled her body into his. Then his mouth descended onto hers and all conscious thought left her mind.

His lips were surprisingly warm. She'd never imagined kissing Lucius Malfoy, but he always seemed so cold and hard, as if he were made of marble. But he wasn't. He was warm, although his body felt hard against hers. He must have dropped the Death Eater mask because suddenly Hermione felt his second hand delve into her curls and he began guiding the kiss. She didn't mean to kiss him back, but when his tongue darted out to taste her lips, she couldn't stop herself from opening them. He tasted like alcohol and woodsmoke and before Hermione realized what she was doing, her hands were clenched in his robes, holding him to her as fastly as he was holding her to him. His kiss was all fire and determination and desperation and Hermione couldn't get enough.

"Lucius?" a voice from behind them spoke. Hermione didn't recognize it. Her higher faculties had shut off at some point during the kiss and her mind felt befuddled. Lucius, suddenly, now he was Lucius, no longer Malfoy when he could kiss her like that. Make her feel like that. Desire swept hard and fast through her belly when he pulled away at the sound of that damned interrupting voice. He whirled around, blocking Hermione from view. Then he reached a hand back and found her abdomen, pushing her back into the corner of the stairs, where it was the darkest. Hermione followed his direction and hid from whoever had discovered them. She wished for the second time that night she hadn't left her wand in her room.

"I thought I heard someone on the stairs, Severus," Lucius muttered and summoned his fallen Death Eater mask. He walked forward and Hermione could see Professor Snape standing in the doorway to the formal dining room.

"You shouldn't linger," Snape scolded. "You know how nosy Potter and his friends are."

Hermione kept her sharp inhalation from making a sound. Surely, Snape had seen her, there was no other reason for him to have—

"Indeed, I do," Lucius said with a low, dark chuckle.

Oh, sweet Merlin above, the things that chuckle did to her insides. Since when did she find Lucius Malfoy attractive? Since he snogged you like you were the last witch on earth, whispered through her mind.

Snape and Lucius said a few more words, but Hermione wasn't paying attention, she was too wrapped up in her recent discovery of Lucius Malfoy's attractiveness. When the front door opened and both men stepped outside, Hermione felt relief wash over her, despite the cool breeze from the middle of night air that swirled around her body before the door closed again. Hermione was frozen with indecision. Should she see if someone else was in the dining room? Or were Snape and Lucius using Grimmauld as some sort of plotting place? Were they plotting against the Order? Did anyone else in the Order know about them? Hermione didn't know and since she wasn't technically part of the Order she didn't know who she could ask. Maybe Remus?

She waited ten more minutes, counting the seconds off in her head and when nobody else emerged from the dining room, she crept forward as silently as possible and peered around the door. The room was empty. And just like that, none of Hermione's questions were answered. She sighed and continued on to the kitchen to get a glass of water. By the time she made it back to the room she shared with Ginny, she looked at her clock and found that no more than twenty minutes had passed. Hermione felt as if her entire world had shifted on its axis and it seemed impossible that could have happened in such a short amount of time.

The second time Hermione caught Lucius at Grimmauld Place was only a few days after the first. She still hadn't mentioned to anyone in the Order that she had seen Lucius in Grimmauld Place. She knew she should say something, but she still wasn't sure who the right person to approach would be. Remus seemed the most logical, but the animosity between Snape and Remus made her nervous. Mrs Weasley would surely blow her off, and Mr Weasley was barely home. She knew without a doubt she couldn't say anything to Harry or Ron. Maybe at the next Order meeting, she could find some time to speak with Professor McGonagall?

She didn't know and by the time Lucius had stumbled across her the second time, Hermione felt as if she were caught in some dark web and couldn't extract herself. This time, she had been leaving the library, across the hall from the dining room. It was very late, but Hermione had finally found a book that had some useful information about Horcruxes in it and was writing down everything she could. She opened the door of the library to find herself face to face with Lucius.

Her gasp was cut off when he pressed his mouth to hers and she was swept away in his kiss. She didn't remember being backed across the library to the desk that sat in front of the only window in the room. When Lucius lifted her and set her on the desk, swiftly stepping in between her legs, Hermione pushed back from him. Both were breathing heavily and Lucius' normally perfect hair was mussed. Hermione realized it was because of her. She'd made him look like that and a heady feeling of power swept through her. She made a wizard as powerful and dangerous as Lucius Malfoy look disheveled. And the look on his face was overwhelming. She could see want, and lust, and need and she knew her knickers had to be dripping.

"We should stop meeting like this," Lucius breathed as he leaned back down and began kissing her neck.

"Oh, sweet Merlin," Hermione murmured when he found a particularly sensitive spot behind her ear.

"Lucius, my name is Lucius, say it," he hissed into her ear and his warm breath in her ear made her shiver.

"L-Lucius," Hermione moaned when he swept a hand up her flank and across her breast. She was wearing a bra this time, but her nipples were so hard, they could be seen through the thin material of both bra and t-shirt.

She should stop this. This was wrong. Not only was it Lucius Malfoy. He was a Death Eater. He was too old. He was married. His son was Hermione's age. There were so many reasons that this was wrong. And yet, she couldn't, wouldn't stop him. Instead, she wrapped her arms around his neck and arched her back up into his body. He settled on hand on her lower back and pushed her core into his. Hermione took his hint and wrapped her legs around his hips. Merlin, she'd never wanted anything as badly as she wanted to feel Lucius Malfoy's cock inside her cunt right then.

"Fuck, witch," Lucius muttered. His hand found the hem of her t-shirt and began sliding it up. Hermione helped him by pulling it off and over her head. She was wearing a boring nude bra and wished she had something sexier on. Lucius didn't seem to mind, with a muttered spell, her bra unclasped itself behind her back and she slid it down her arms and off. Lucius, slowly, helped her lay back on the desk and he began feasting on her chest. Hermione bit the inside of her cheek to keep from moaning. If she didn't want half the Order coming down on them, she knew she was going to have to be quiet. It would be a challenge, but she felt up to it.

"Lucius?" It was Snape again, this time standing in the doorway of the library. Oh, holy fuck. Hermione's mind screamed at her. Lucius had stood and whirled around, he placed his hands on his hips, his cloak completely hiding her from view.

"Who's behind you?" Snape asked suspiciously.

"Severus," Lucius' voice was full of warning.

"Who is it?" Snape asked and he began stalking forward.

Fuck, fuck, bloody fuck. Hermione wished she could melt into the floor right then when she felt a tap on the top of her head and the tell-tale trickle of a Disillusionment Charm being put in place. She held her breath and didn't move. If she didn't move, Snape wouldn't see her.

"It's nobody, Severus," Lucius said swiftly. "Someone left some books out on the desk, I was just glancing through them." He strode forward quickly and both men left the library.

Holy shit. Hermione took a deep breath. That had been extremely close. And it couldn't happen again. That was the second time Snape had interrupted them, which likely meant that every time Lucius was in Grimmauld Place, it was with Snape. That meant they had to be working with the Order though, right? They wouldn't just come into Grimmauld Place repeatedly, would they? For what? It wasn't a question she could answer without the explanation that they were both working with the Order.

And if they were, what did that mean? Did it mean that Lucius Malfoy wasn't a pure-blood supremacist? The evidence certainly led that way when you factored in that he seemed to enjoy snogging her, a Muggleborn.

Hermione scoffed, a man like Lucius Malfoy was a taker. And she had freely offered herself up to him both times. He was just taking what was offered. He didn't care about her in any real way. Just the same way she didn't care about him. She didn't know him. Although, from what she felt between her legs just a moment ago, she wouldn't mind knowing him. She sighed, and grabbed her wand, removing the Disillusionment Charm. It wouldn't do to get caught sneaking around Grimmauld with a Disillusionment Charm over her.

The third time Hermione ran into Lucius Malfoy at Grimmauld Place, she knew he was working for the Order. She, Harry, and Ron had been inducted into the Order when it was clear that Hermione was not going to be eligible to go back to Hogwarts for their final year. At that point, Mrs Weasley had finally broken down and allowed the three of them to be inducted. The induction was quick and easy and allowed them access to Order meetings. They'd been told that there were two Death Eater spies who provided information to the Order. That's when Hermione knew. They weren't given the names, but after that first Order meeting when Harry had tried to figure out who they were, Hermione already knew. She only told Harry that Snape was one of them.

Harry, of course, didn't want to believe her, but Hermione was adamant that it had to be Snape. That there hadn't been two spies when Dumbledore was alive, so that meant that it had to be Snape and someone else. She didn't speculate on the someone else. She knew. And she knew that Harry would never accept that Lucius Malfoy was a spy. And there was another, hidden reason, she rather liked running into Lucius Malfoy late at night at Grimmauld Place. She didn't want anyone or anything to ruin that. Two times wasn't a habit, but if it became a habit, Hermione wouldn't complain.

Three times though, that was well on its way to habit-hood.

This time, she was in the kitchen, making herself a pot of tea. It was early, almost four in the morning, but she'd woken and couldn't sleep, so decided to get up. She'd not donned a dressing gown. It was a semi-conscious decision on her part. She was both excited and terrified to run into Lucius Malfoy again. Whatever was going on between them should not be happening and Hermione knew that. She did. But at the same time, the thought of being fucked against a wall or desk by Lucius Malfoy, that thought made her knickers wet. Every time. And so, she was once more in short sleep shorts and a light camisole. It didn't conceal much, especially when her nipples hardened in the chill of the predawn air from the open window above the sink.

"You must be trying to kill me," Lucius drawled. Hermione whirled to find him standing just inside the door to the kitchen. His eyes roamed her body and Hermione found herself desperately hoping he liked what he saw. He had his cane in his hand and his wand pulled. Her eyes widened when she realized he was warding the room from intruders. This was really happening. What she'd hoped for, and dreaded for weeks. She was alone with Lucius Malfoy once more, and there would be no interruptions this time.

"I-I don't know what you mean," Hermione finally said. She shifted her weight from foot to foot, uncomfortable under his gaze.

The kettle whistled, startling Hermione. She turned and removed it from the burner, flicking her wand to put out the fire under the burner. She set the kettle on the counter and began pulling teacups from the shelf above. One for her and one for Lucius. It felt surreal to be pouring tea for Lucius Malfoy.

"I didn't come here for tea," Lucius muttered, and Hermione stiffened when she realized he was standing right behind her. He was close enough that she was sure she could feel the heat of his body at her back. Slowly, she turned around to face him, the tea things still on the counter. She couldn't read his face, it was perfectly blank, and found herself swallowing hard, almost afraid about what he was going to say next.

When he didn't say anything, Hermione muttered, "We shouldn't be doing this."

"I don't fucking care," he whispered as he brought his mouth to hers, one hand dove through her hair and cupped the back of her head, directing the kiss. Hermione marveled once again at how warm his skin felt on hers and she soon found her arms wrapped around his neck with her fingers in his hair. He spun them toward the table and set her on top of it, quickly stepping between her legs. Hermione instantly regretted not wearing a dressing gown. And yet, the feel of his body between her knees was ridiculously arousing.

When he broke the kiss and began nibbling along her jaw, Hermione spoke again, "We really shouldn't—"

"Shut up," he hissed in her ear, his breath hot, making her shiver.

"You're marri—"

"Do I need to gag you?" he asked, pulling away from her, staring down at her. He looked so foreboding for a moment that Hermione was scared. She hadn't truly been scared prior to this, but now she was. This was the Death Eater staring down at her. She slowly shook her head and resolved not to say anything further. Despite her protestations, she truly did not want to stop. Good Merlin, how she didn't want him to stop.

He stared at her a beat more, before nodding and pressed his lips to hers again. Hermione relaxed into the kiss and when his hand brushed her breast through her camisole, she arched her back up to him. Wanting more. Needing more. She disentangled her hands from his hair and began working on the buttons of his robe at his neck. Once she'd managed to unbutton them all, she pushed the dark, velvet material from his shoulders and it hit the tiled floor with a soft whump. Lucius had both hands up her camisole at this point and Hermione lifted the whole thing over her head. Then she began tackling the vest underneath and the shirt underneath that. Why did wizards wear so many bloody clothes?

Her breath caught when Lucius pushed against her shoulder and laid her flat on her back on the table. Then he bowed his head and enveloped her left nipple in his hot mouth. His long blond hair slipped along her skin and felt deliciously cool against her heated body. She abandoned all attempts at undressing him and drove one hand through his hair, holding him to her breast. The other she gripped the edge of the table with and arched her back into his touch.

"Fuck, Merlin," she panted as he teased her nipple.

"It's Lucius," he reminded her as he released her nipple and began kissing his way to the other. "Say it," he hissed. His breath made her hard nipple harden further and he flicked his gaze up to her when she didn't say anything for a moment.

"Lucius," she muttered and he rewarded her with a firm, flat lick of his tongue on her nipple, which made her cry out again. "Lucius!"

She felt him smirk against her skin and closed her eyes, unwilling to face him. When he began kissing his way down her abdomen, heading for the crux of her legs, she propped herself up on her elbows to watch him. Cormac had been the only boy she'd been with that had performed oral sex on her. It had felt good, but she imagined that Lucius Malfoy's talents would blow a boy like Cormac out of the water. She hoped he was really going to, and not just tease her. She didn't quite feel confident enough to ask for it either explicitly or by implication. When he reached her shorts, she lifted her hips, helping him in their removal.

He drew them slowly down her legs, taking her knickers with them and placed a soft kiss on the inside of her right ankle, before placing that leg over his shoulder. He repeated the other side and slowly kissed his way back up to her core. He gripped her hips, both legs over his shoulders and slid her down the table so her bum was resting right on the edge.

Then he glanced up at her and their eyes met. He gave her the wickedest smirk, almost enough to make her cry out and ask him to stop before he leaned forward and buried his face in her center. Hermione laid down flat on her back and gripped each side of the table.

"Oh, Merlin, Circe, and Nimue," Hermione groaned as he licked from her arse to her clit, ending with a swirl around her sensitive bud.

Lucius pulled back slightly, and when Hermione realized he wasn't touching her anymore she opened her eyes, leaning on one elbow to look at him.

"Lucius," he reminded her and Hermione fought to roll her eyes.

"Lucius," she repeated and then screamed it when he went back to work on her pussy.

It had been good when Cormac had done this to her, it was positively sinful having Lucius Malfoy on his knees with his face buried in her cunt. Fuck, she would never forget this, even if it only happened this once.

He added his fingers to the mix and soon Hermione was a mewling mess on the table, as the tension built higher inside her. She was on the precipice.

"Please, Lucius," she whimpered, tossing her head.

His chuckle sent the vibrations through her body and he sucked her clit into his mouth at the same time he curled his fingers inside her and Hermione fell off the cliff and into a pool of orgasmic bliss.

Dimly, she heard his belt buckle hit the floor and before she had recovered he was stuffing his thick cock inside her still pulsating cunt.

"Oh, fuck, Lucius," Hermione grunted at the feel of him inside her.

"I intend to," he murmured, gripping her hips tightly as he pulled out and pushed himself back inside. He lifted one leg and placed it on his shoulder and then leaned over her on the table, taking the opposite nipple into his mouth. The position tightened her deliciously around him and she shuddered in response.

Lucius continued his onslaught and it wasn't long when Hermione found herself close to reaching her peak once more. Lucius dropped her leg from his shoulder and coaxed her to wrap them around his hips, which she did gladly. Then he wrapped his arms around her and had her sitting up on the table, bringing her face close to his. It was intimate. Entirely too intimate when she couldn't bring herself to look away from his piercing blue eyes. She had her arms around his shoulders and her hard nipples brushed against the shirt he still wore, adding an extra stimulation.

"Oh god," Hermione murmured as she felt her second orgasm of the night creep closer and closer.

"Come," Lucius commanded and Hermione did, coming harder than the first time, and unexpectedly. Her eyes widened before slamming shut, as she tossed her head back.

When she had recovered somewhat, she realized that Lucius still hadn't come. He was rocking into her with small thrusts. He laid her back down on the table, gripping her hips tightly and began to truly pound into her. Hermione threw her hands above her, grasping the sides of the table for leverage as Lucius slammed into her.

"Fuck, Lucius, fuck," Hermione was chanting as she impossibly felt the beginnings of a third orgasm.

Hermione's eyes fluttered as she came once more, just a tiny one, and the at the same time the door to the kitchen banged open.

"Lucius," Snape growled from the doorway.

Hermione's eyes widened as she realized they were caught and she was staring at an upside down Professor Snape. She was mortified, but Lucius was still pounding away. When she made to sit up, Lucius placed a hand on the center of her chest holding her down.

"Almost finished, Severus," Lucius panted.

"For fuck's sake," Snape muttered and slammed the door shut. Hermione had closed her eyes, not willing to look at her professor as she was being fucked silly. When she opened them, she realized that Snape hadn't left. He'd just shut the door. The moan Hermione had been trying to hold in, escaped the moment she met Snape's eyes and a fresh wave of slickness coated Lucius' cock.

"Think she likes being watched," Lucius muttered and Hermione felt her face flush further. She closed her eyes once more, this time in mortification and she vowed not to open them again. She willed Lucius to finish. And as if her thoughts became reality, he did, coming inside her with a low groan.

"I knew you were keeping something from me," Snape hissed as soon as Lucius had finished.

Lucius snorted and began tucking himself back into his trousers. Hermione sat up quickly, shielding her nakedness from Snape's eyes. Lucius Summoned his cloak from the floor and wrapped it around Hermione's shoulders in a surprisingly gallant gesture. Hermione had just been trying to figure out how exactly she was going to dress and escape Snape's baleful gaze.

Hermione stood from the table and turned to leave. Lucius' hand on her shoulder stopped her from taking another step. The pressure from his hand urged her to turn, so she did, gazing at him through her eyelashes. She didn't know what to say and was too embarrassed with Snape standing just behind her to even attempt to open her mouth. She wasn't sure she'd ever been so mortified than she was in that moment.

"Lovely," Lucius murmured as he cupped her face and leaned down, placing a brief, soft kiss on her lips.

Snape snorted behind her and Hermione flinched.

"Until we meet again," Lucius murmured into her ear and Hermione took that to mean she was free to go. She fled the kitchen and hurried back to the room she shared with Ginny.

She didn't know what this meant for her and Lucius. Or if she'd even ever see him again, but she did know she would never forget what had just transpired in allitss gloriousness and mortification. She buried her hands in her head as she remembered her reaction to having Snape watch them. Even now, a fresh wave of arousal slipped down her thighs. For a moment, she regretted that Lucius hadn't asked Snape to join them. Oh, sweet Merlin, she was fucked.