Is Love Blind?

Chapter 10 - When Have I Ever Chosen The Easy Way?

"Look at her" said that rich, velvety voice that was starting to become so familiar. 

Hermione blushed deeply, crossing her arms over her exposed chest and squeezing her legs together impossibly tight. She was naked. Completely and utterly naked. She searched desperately to no avail for a sheet or a blanket to cover herself, on the four poster bed on which she was laid. 

A deep chuckle interrupted her embarrassment. Hermione realised that there were two pairs of eyes watching her struggle. Her breath caught in her throat. One set  of eyes were a soft, steel grey. They looked at her with genuine curiosity, perhaps a little mirth. The second set were obsidian. Hermione shied away from the pure hunger in their gaze.

Draco Malfoy looked exactly how Hermione had recalled. His silver-blonde hair was immaculately styled. His pale complexion was striking, as always. Draco was in his shirt-sleeves, his collar was left open displaying a smattering of blonde chest hair, his grey waistcoat complementing his piercing eyes. 

Next to him stood a man, who looked at Hermione as though he was thoroughly starved and she was the last meal on Earth. Severus Snape looked healthy. He had gained a healthy amount of weight in his retirement as Professor. His facial features were softer but his gaze was equally as intense as it had always been. His dark hair kissed his shoulders. He wore a well tailored black suit and a devious smirk. 

"She's so helpless." Draco said, in a low voice.

"She's just begging to be corrupted." Severus purred. 

Hermione, although thoroughly ashamed of herself, couldn't have agreed more. Her pulse was rapid, and she wasn't entirely sure whether it was from the humiliation of being examined so thoroughly, or the eroticism of having two men observe her so closely. She only had to move her arms to expose her eager breasts to the two men. She pressed her hands further to her chest, in an attempt to conceal her erect nipples. If she moved even slightly, Hermione was afraid that the men would see how her wetness had leaked from between her thighs, to stain the bed sheet underneath her. 

"Please." Hermione whispered, unsure of what she was asking for. 

Draco licked his lips. "Has Hermione Granger suddenly gone shy?" He teased. 

"Are you afraid?" Severus asked. 

Intimidated, perhaps. But not afraid. Hermione had never felt so submissive in her life. She shook her head. 

"Brave girl." Draco said. He reached out and placed a smooth hand on her bare foot. Hermione didn't flinch. 

Severus noticed, of course. "Play with her, Draco." He suggested. 

Malfoy obeyed, running his alabaster hand up Hermione' s foot and over her ankle. He was surprisingly warm, she noted, although a shiver ran up her spine. Obsidian eyes met her own. Snape watched Hermione curiously as Draco slowly ran his hand up her leg. Hermione was already panting, the air in the room feeling thick and unsatisfying. 

As his hand passed her knee Draco shifted closer to gain better access. She was enveloped by his scent. Sandalwood, with a hidden spiciness that she couldn't detect. Perhaps Cinnamon?  None of that mattered as Draco's hand reached her inner thigh, and he slowed to a torturous pace. Hermione still had her legs pressed shut, but his touch was gradually releasing her tension. She exhaled loudly, as his fingers brushed the sensitive skin at the top of her thigh. 

Surely he could detect her heat? If her were to move, perhaps less than an inch, he would certainly feel her arousal. 

Instead of touching her where she wanted, needed, to be touched, Draco parted her thighs. Hermione felt her face heat impossibly further, as her Ex-Potions master surveyed her with ravenous eyes. She tried to shut her legs, but Draco's hand held strong. The scent of her arousal was beginning to permeate, and Hermione felt tears spring to her eyes in humiliation when Severus made a point of sniffing the air.