**Chapter 25: Claimed and Marked**

The aftermath of their tryst was a blissful haze, as Severus and Lucius wrapped their arms around Hermione, holding her close as they all caught their breath. Bellatrix, still watching with a pleased smile, nodded in satisfaction, seeming to approve of the scene before her. As they rested, Severus's fingers began to weave through Hermione's hair, gently teasing out the tangles that had formed during their passionate encounter. Lucius, meanwhile, ran his hands over Hermione's curves, his eyes gleaming with a possessive light. "You are ours now, little girl," Severus whispered, his voice husky with emotion. "Body and soul, you belong to us." Hermione nodded, her eyes fluttering closed as she basked in the warmth of their touch. She knew she was theirs, and she felt a deep sense of belonging, of being exactly where she was meant to be. Lucius's voice rumbled, "We'll have to make sure to take care of you, little one. You need to be pampered and spoiled, now that you're a part of our family." Severus snorted, his eyes rolling. "You think we can spoil her, Lucius? She's a Granger, after all. She's far too clever for her own good." Hermione laughed, a soft, throaty sound, as she snuggled deeper into their arms. "I think I can handle a little pampering," she teased, her eyes sparkling with mischief. The three of them laughed, a low, husky sound, as Bellatrix cleared her throat, drawing their attention. "I think it's time for me to leave you all to your little family," she said, a hint of amusement dancing in her voice. "But don't think this means I won't be keeping an eye on you, Hermione. You're now a part of our little... arrangement, and I'll be watching your every move." With that, she turned and glided out of the room, leaving the three of them alone in their little bubble of happiness. Severus and Lucius exchanged a look, their eyes burning with a fierce desire to protect and possess their new little plaything. As they gazed at Hermione, they knew that their relationship had reached a new level. She was no longer just a willing participant; she was their submissive, their little girl, and they would do anything to keep her safe and happy. The air was filled with the sweet scent of possibility, as Severus and Lucius leaned in, their lips brushing against Hermione's skin, marking her as their own. And Hermione, her heart overflowing with love and devotion, knew that she was exactly where she belonged – in the arms of her two dominant daddies.