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Draco Malfoy the Prat had once joked that Hermione Granger’s hair could suffocate a man. Draco Malfoy the Man now knew that this was an indisputable fact. He also knew that he would happily suffocate in Hermione Granger’s hair if given the chance.
Draco presses his face deeper into Hermione’s wild mane. Even after a night of debauchery she smelled like heaven. He breathes in deeply. Her scent is oddly familiar, floral. He nuzzles against her neck when he feels her stirring. “Morning, love,” he murmurs. As his lips press against the curve of her shoulder, he feels Hermione stiffen.
He pulls back as she slowly turns over to look at him. Her amber eyes are wide and her lips are parted slightly in confusion.
“Malfoy?”
His heart stops. Does she not remember? Had he bollocksed up his one chance with her? It hadn’t even been twelve hours for Salazar’s sake!
“That is my family name, yes,” he enunciates slowly. It could be your name too, he thinks to himself.
She just looks at him
Tentatively, he reaches out to her and sweeps one of her curly locks off her face. “Granger,” he starts again. She stays still, not pulling out of his reach. Draco takes this as a good sign. He slides his palm down to cup her cheek. “Hermione. Last night was probably the best night in my entire miserable existence. Please tell me that you remember, because I would like to have a repeat. Preferably daily.” By “daily” Draco means the rest of his (hopefully) very long wizarding life.
Hermione blinks at him.
Sweat starts forming on Draco’s brow. He looks from one eye to the other. Oh, Circe. She doesn’t remember. His pulse is hammering. What to do? What to do?
Aha! A pensieve. He can show her! Surely between him and Theo he can locate a pensieve. Hell, he’d consider asking Blaise. Although he’s been notoriously hard to track down as of late.
Draco is about to drop his hand when a slow smile starts to spread across her face. “Oh, good,” she says. “You remember.”
I remember? I remember? His heart stops for a second time. This witch is going to kill him. He is sure of it.
She continues, “I wasn’t sure how much of last night was the heat of the moment. I figured I would pretend not to remember in case you wanted an easy out.” She leans over to brush a kiss across his dazed lips.
Easy out? As if he would ever let her go. He’s no fool. He’s not the weasel. Barmy fucking witch.
He tells her his sentiments exactly. “Barmy fucking witch.”
She starts to let out a squeak of indignation when Draco wraps his hands around her shoulders and hauls her in for a firm and claiming kiss. Hermione braces her palms against his chest. He pulls back briefly to tell her in no uncertain terms that she is his. “I told you last night. It’s too late for you. You belong to me now.” Each minute movement of his lips brushes against hers.
Hermione whimpers.
It slowly dawns on her that their naked chests are pressed together. She flicks out her tongue to run across the seam of his lips while trailing her hand down his chest towards his lap. A loud series of knocks interrupts her.
“HERMIONE!”
Bang! Bang! Bang!
“HERMIONE. I KNOW YOU’RE IN THERE!” The door handle rattles. A muffled curse comes through the door when it fails to open.
She glances from the door to Draco who shrugs. “Silencio only holds for so long. You know that. Maybe if we ignore him, he’ll go away.” He reaches for her again.
Hermione bites her lip. He doesn’t know Ron like she does.
“‘MIONE! CAN YOU HEAR ME???”
Silence.
Draco does not have the patience for a member of the Weasely clan so early in the morning. Not without either a pepper up potion or a proper shag. A shag - now there’s an idea.
He rolls so that Hermione is pinned underneath him and braces his weight on his forearms. She glances to the door that is blessedly silent again. Maybe Draco was right. She gives him an encouraging nod.
Draco leans down to suck a nipple into his mouth when the banging starts up again. He drops his forehead against her shoulder in irritation. That insufferable orange haired menace.
Bang! Bang!
Hermione huffs in annoyance.
A quick glance to his witch’s pouting face has Draco forming a plan. He licks his lips before placing his index finger in front of his mouth. She shivers. Against her ear he breathes, “Can you be quiet for me, witch?”
She nods eagerly before palming her breast and lifting it towards him in offering.
“HERMIONE! IT’S ME! IT’S RON!”
Hermione ignores Ron.
Draco alternates his attention between each nipple. He takes his time with each, licking and sucking and nipping, until both peaks are standing at attention. Merlin, he loves her tits.
Hermione cards her fingers through his hair with one hand and grips the sheets tightly with the other. Fuck, he is good with his mouth. She tugs at his hair to get his attention.
When he looks at her she mouths, “more.” Draco is only too happy to oblige.
Remembering how sensitive she was last night, he pulls a nipple in between his lips and starts sucking on her gently before releasing and starting over again. Her hand that was twisted in the sheets comes up to grip his toned back in between his shoulder blades. He switches to roll her neglected nipple into his mouth, and is rewarded with her nails digging into his back. He begins his suckling pattern again until Hermione is a writhing mess, bucking her hips against him.
Bang! Bang!
Draco, who has been hard since before he woke up, groans at the contact. He grips her hips to hold her still and position her exactly where he wants her. He runs a hand up and down his shaft and finds that the tip is leaking already. He uses his thumb to spread his juices over the head.
Hermione snags his wrist and guides his thumb up to her lips so that she can taste him. He lets her wrap her tongue around his thumb until she has licked it clean. Draco brings his palm down to hover beneath her chin. “Spit,” he commands roughly.
Hermione angles her face down and spits into his hand. She trembles when she watches him reach down and lube up his girthy shaft. When he begins to slide up and down her slit with shallow thrusts, she barely manages to stifle her cry.
A heavy thud sounds from the entrance of the room and the door shakes in its frame.
“HERMIONE OPEN THIS DOOR! NOW!”
Draco pauses from his attentions to grab Hermione’s wand off her bedside table. Instead of casting a silencio like she thought he would, she hears him murmur the colloportus spell while pointing at the door.
He then waves her wand directly in between her spread thighs and mumbles a nearly inaudible finite.
“Stay still.”
Draco’s spend from hours before immediately gushes out of her and she moans quietly at the loss. He leans up to her ear again. “Don’t worry, princess. There’s about to be a lot more of where that came from.”
Thud.
She feels his hardened length poking against her outer lips again. He reaches down and rubs the tip of his index finger up and down her wet hole before inserting his digit into her cum drenched channel. He suppresses a groan at the feel of her slightly inflamed walls. He’ll have to go gentle on her.
Hermione clenches around his finger. She wiggles her hips trying to get his hand moving. He pulls his fingers out to ghost across her clit. When her hips jerk, he presses down firmly.
“HERMIONE OPEN THIS FUCKING DOOR NOW.” Another slam indicates Ron’s thrown his shoulder into the door again.
As Draco is circling her nub with his forefinger the noise level of the hallway increases.
“SHE OBVIOUSLY DOESN’T WANT TO TALK TO YOU, YOU GREAT BLOODY GIT!” That screeching is a decibel patented to Pansy.
He thrusts up to nudge her clit with the head of his dick. She sucks in a breath at the contact.
“Ron, mate, I don’t think she’s here.” Distantly Hermione registers that that sounds like Neville.
Draco fists his cock and presses it right against the seam of her pussy. The head is red and angry, weeping precum. He’s ready to shoot his load already at the thought of the Weasel hearing him claim his witch. His Granger. His Hermione. His.
“What do you want with ‘Mione, Ron?” Oh gods, Hermione thinks, is that Harry?
She feels Draco’s thick length stretching her walls as he slowly enters her. She fails to bite back a moan at the delicious fullness and clutches at his back. Draco slaps a hand over her mouth with a hard look and gives her nipple an unintentionally enticing pinch in punishment. She sobs into his palm.
“Quiet!” He hisses
“Won-Won! Why are you looking for her? I thought you were going to take me to Hosmeade!”
He withdraws and drives back into her, starting up a steady rhythm. Her slippery passage squeezes him in response.
“So. Fucking. Wet.” He growls. Punctuating each word with a thrust so deep he bumps against her cervix. Hermione clenches down on him harder. Draco groans out, “So tight.”
“Yeah, Won-Won. Why’re you looking for ‘Mione? I thought you were taking Magenta to Hogsmeade.” That has to be Ginny.
“I’m not going to last long,” he whispers. “You feel too good.”
Hermione slips her finger in between them to rub her clit in frantic circles. When Draco squeezes her hip with one hand and lightly bites into the point between her shoulder and her neck, Hermione knows he’s close. She increases her finger’s pace to a punishing rhythm until she feels a heat start coiling in her stomach.
“NOT NOW, LAVENDER!” Ron bellows. This is followed by a loud wail from Lavender.
Draco’s fingertips bite into Hermione's hips as he tries to hold back. He's gripping her so tightly, she's sure she’ll bruise. Hermione’s muffled cries echo through the room.
“Did you hear that? HERMIONE LET ME IN!”
“WOULD YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP? THERE’S OTHER PEOPLE TRYING TO SLEEP HERE!”
She moves her fingers faster and faster, chasing her orgasm. Draco’s thrusts are picking up speed until all she can hear is the sloppy sounds of their coupling.
“THAT SODDING DEATH EATER SCUM IS IN THERE TAKING ADVANTAGE OF HER!!!”
Her walls flutter against his cock as he ruts into her. Her cunt has him clamped down in a vice grip. “Fill me up,” she begs out loud. “Please, Draco.”
Her breathy plea sends Draco over the edge and he spills his seed inside her. “Hermione,” he cries. He chants one word with each throb of his release. “Mine, mine, mine.” The wet heat of his ejaculation inside her sends Hermione crashing through her climax. She whimpers out his name in a strangled cry, "DRACOOO!", and prays that the congregation outside her door won’t hear her exclamation of pleasure.
“What are you going on about you demented excuse for a carrot? Hermione and I had a head’s meeting with McGonagall this morning. She left over an hour ago! Now would you kindly SHUT YOUR FAT GOB, because some of us would like to enjoy our weekend.” Only Theo would call someone a demented excuse for a carrot.
Hermione barely has the energy to smirk at Theo’s creative insult. Draco’s form is collapsed on top of her, his chest heaving.
She can hear Ron sputtering in indignation.
“Move it along now,” drawls Theo in a bored tone. “I’ve got ‘death eater scum’ business to attend to.”
The hall is silent.
Hermione and Draco are both quiet for a beat before letting out peals of laughter.
Theo raps his knuckles on the door lightly. “I’d say you two owe me one, but the racket you two made is going to keep my wank bank full for a month.” He chuckles. “Hurry along now. It’s breakfast time and we can’t keep Pansy waiting. She’ll have our heads.”
Hermione thinks back to Draco’s confession last night. She traces patterns on his back.
“Draco…?”
She feels him smile against her neck. “Yes, love?”
“Does Theo belong to you too?”
Draco is quiet for a moment.
“Maybe he could belong to us both.”
Hermione does a quick scan of the blended eighth year table as she enters the Great Hall alone. The tension bleeds out of her when she realizes that Ron is nowhere to be found. He must have eaten already.
She spots Luna and Neville seated together and heads over to ask how clearing up the nargle infestation went. Not that Hermione believes in nargles.
Curiously, Neville’s face colors at her inquiry.
Luna smiles at Hermione in that dreamy way of hers. “Oh, I think the nargles will be gone for quite some time now. Neville and Blaise were instrumental to the process.” Luna’s smile dims a bit. “Although, Seamus did not want to help once he learned what the ritual entailed. He said he ‘couldn’t rise to the occasion’.”
Neville’s face darkens from pink to a vibrant red. “Blimey, Luna.” He shakes his head.
Hermione is baffled, as she often is around the younger blonde girl, and just offers a smile. “At least you know that you can always count on Neville to come to the rescue.” Neville chokes on his pumpkin juice at her comment. Luna beams. More confused than ever, Hermione takes her leave.
Just before she walks out of earshot she hears Luna say, “ Did you notice that there weren’t any nargles hovering in the corridor outside of her room? I think someone came for Hermione too.”
A loud groan is Neville’s only response.
Hermione drops into the open seat next to Pansy who is gesticulating wildly. “And that is why McLaggen thinks I’m his girlfriend.”
Hermione, who had just picked up a slice of toast, promptly drops it on the table before slowly turning to look at Pansy. When Pansy does not elaborate further, she looks across the table to see the three handsome slytherin boys wearing shell shocked expressions.
Blaise, making a rare appearance, appears positively baffled. “Pans…” he trails off, “McLaggen? Are you taking the piss?”
The slightly pleased look on Pansy’s face drops into a frown.
“What? The whole lot of you are allowed to'take a broad from other horizons', but I can’t?” She sniffs delicately. “Is it because I’m a woman?” A dark glint forms in Pansy's eyes at the thought and she reaches for her wand. She’s heard enough of that nonsense from her father, thank you very much.
Hermione, sensing that she needs to play peace-maker, interjects. “I think you meant ‘broaden your horizons’.” She places a hand on Pansy’s sparking wand tip and pushes it down gently. “If you’re happy with McLaggen, we all think it’s great.” Hermione shoots a hard look across the table at the boys. They wisely keep their mouths shut and direct their attention to their plates.
Pansy scoffs. “As if. He’s a Gryffindor.”
Hermione presses her lips into a tight line. “Right." Changing the subject before an they rehash old arguments over which house is superior, she thanks Pansy.
"I definitely owe you one. Or two. For last night and this morning. Ron might have ended up vomiting slugs for a week if I had to deal with him.” Hermione makes a sound of disbelief. “Telling me to open the door like he was my father.” She rolls her eyes. "Thanks, Pans."
Now pacified, Pansy shrugs. “What are best friends for?”
The look on her face turns absolutely devilish.
“McLaggen aside, it was the most fun I’ve had in months. You should have seen the look on Weasel’s face when he heard you two.” She slams both palms onto the table and throws her head back. “DRACO! OH, DRACO. RIGHT THERE.” She mimics Hermione.
“I need your big, fat-”
A throat clears and the entire 8th year table winces. McGonagall clearing her throat never boded well when she was a professor, let alone Headmistress.
“Miss Parkinson, I do hope that the next words out of your mouth were going to be ‘potions textbook’.”
Pansy looks properly horrified at being caught by McGonagall.
“Thank you for volunteering to brew contraceptive potions for the older students. Madame Pomfrey and I will see you in the hospital wing at eight this evening.” McGonagall lets her gaze rest on every student present at the eighth year table, her gaze lingering on Hermione’s group, before turning and sweeping out of the Great Hall.
Theo’s uncomfortable laughter rings out contagiously until the entire table is gasping for air from their mirth.
Hermione has never seen Pansy Parkinson look so chastened before.
When the attention from the room dies down, Hermione looks to Pansy in question. “You didn’t hear anything this morning did you?” She’s disturbed at the thought. Harry was out there for Godric’s sake! He’s like her brother.
Theo is the one who responds. “This morning? I barely heard a peep this morning. Last night, on the other hand,” he breaks off with a lecherous grin. “I told you: wank bank for a month.”
“Last night?" Hermione says with a confused frown. "Draco cast a silencio …” She trails off and looks Draco's way.
Draco is suddenly very interested in a non-existent spot on his cutlery. “What do you think, Blaise? Is this a spot?” He does not wait for an answer before continuing, “I think I’ll head down to the kitchens for a clean set. Check in on the condition of the elves.” He tries to rise from the bench and finds that he is stuck.
“Malfoy,” Hermione hisses.
Pansy, Theo, and Blaise look absolutely gleeful.
“You cast a silencing charm, right?”
When she hears nothing in response, she closes her eyes tightly and repeats, “right?” in a scarily calm tone.
Draco, likely sensing that he needs to face her wrath head on, squares his shoulders and lifts his chin in a haughty manner. “It’s like I said, Granger. You belong to me now. Weaselbee needed to get the hint.” His tone tries for cavalier, but she hears the defensive undertone.
Hermione is simultaneously turned on and outraged. One hundred revenge plots flit across her mind, while she sits there contemplating him with a neutral expression on her face.
Pansy is smirking. Draco’s confident expression is straining under the weight of her silence. Blaise looks ninety percent amused and ten percent apprehensive. And Theo, well the look on Theo’s face is obscene. She briefly wonders what he is thinking about.
Noticing Draco’s recovered wand on the table, Hermione decides on a course of action.
Game on.
She slowly gets up from her side of the table and makes her way over to Draco’s seat. His eyes are on her all the while. She casts a non verbal vanishing charm on her knickers, prompting a sly smile to pull one corner of her mouth up.
At Hermione’s simper, Draco sits up straight and quickly glances to the only exit. His plan is futile. He knows he won’t make his escape in time, despite her unhurried advance. Hermione Granger is a formidable witch.
When she reaches Draco’s spot, she places a palm on the table to brace her weight. As leans down to speak in Draco’s ear, she lets her curls fall forward in a curtain, obscuring Draco’s vision. “You wish to claim me, Malfoy?” She purrs.
Draco nods after a brief hesitation, not yet daring to speak.
She continues, “Even after covering my neck in love bites? That wasn’t a clear enough declaration for you?” She hooks a finger in her collar, dragging it down a millimeter.
She hears Pansy whisper yell across the table to the other two Slytherin boys, “What’s happening? I can’t hear anything!”
“Shut it!”
Draco finds his voice. “You could have glamoured them, Granger. Covered them up with a scarf.”
Hermione’s fingers close around Draco’s forgotten wand. She tucks it up her sleeve.
“Okay.” She leans back.
“Okay?” Draco says in surprise.
Expecting entertainment, Pansy glowers. “Okay?? OKAY?????”
Hermione grins at her until Pansy sees the scheming look alight in Hermione’s eyes. Hermione just says, “Okay,” once again and perches herself on Draco’s lap. She wiggles a bit under the guise of becoming comfortable. She ensures her skirt is not caught under her arse, but draped over the leg of Draco’s trousers.
Confusedly, Theo drawls, “Okay….”
Blaise is eyeing them apprehensively, but remains close-lipped.
Draco places his hands on Hermione’s hips and purses his lips. “What are you up to, witch?”
Hermione raises her shoulders up and then down in a dainty motion. “What do you mean?” She feigns confusion. “I’m just showing everyone who I belong to. This is what you wanted right? To stake your claim?”
At her words, Draco foolishly allows the tension to leave his body. He normally is not this thick, but she has bewitched him mind, body, and soul. He's been in a daze all morning.
“Well, yes.” He rubs her circles lightly into her hips with his thumbs. “I just didn’t think you would make such an overt display of affection. Not that I’m complaining! I love it.” He presses a kiss to the side of her head and nuzzles his face into her hair affectionately.
Hermione hums.
Theo, wisely, shoves down the bench a bit and pulls Blaise with him. The last time he heard that saccharine “hmmm” from Hermione Granger, she had ‘accidentally’ dropped a bat spleen into Millicent Bulstrode’s amortentia. It promptly turned into gooey green sludge that smelled of brimstone. He is entirely convinced that his sense of smell never recovered.
Pansy leans forward in anticipation. She had been Millicent Bulstrode’s potions partner.
Hermione leans up and presses a chaste kiss to his lips. She then murmurs a finite. Draco’s eyebrows do not have time to even draw together in confusion, before he feels a warm wetness spreading over his lap.
His eyes widen comically.
She had cancelled the barrier charm he had cast before they cleaned up this morning. His white cum was now staining the front of his black trousers.
She begins to rise, pausing only to use his wand to cast a targeted tergeo on her thighs. “Just showing everyone who you belong to.” Hermione brandishes his wand. “I doubt you’ll be needing this.”
She looks over her shoulder at Pansy who has leaned across the table to peer at Draco’s messy lap. “Parks, come with me to the library. I want to hear what I missed about McLaggen.”
Blaise, Theo, and Draco are staring gobsmacked at Granger. And to think, they had once believed her to be a goody-goody prude!
“Oh!” Hermione turns back to seated males. “Boys? I don’t believe Draco needs any assistance cleaning that up. Do you?”
Blaise and Theo shake their heads in the negative before turning to stare at Draco, eyes wide.
Hermione and Pansy flounce away arm in arm.
Draco, who had directed his attention back to his soaked trousers, looks up at his two best mates in a daze. “I’m going to marry that witch.”
Theo claps a hand on his brother’s back. “Not if I get to her first, mate.”
Draco and Theo find the girls at what everyone in the castle refers to as the "head swot’s table.” It sits right beneath the only window that opens and has a close proximity to the restricted section. Post-War, Hermione was given an all-access pass to forbidden stacks.
Their heads are bent together, hand gestures flying around haphazardly, a quill charmed to take notes.
The boys share a look before dropping into the seats on the empty side of the desk.
“What are you two plotting over there?” Draco questions, leaning over to peek at the parchment.
When Pansy snatches the two foot long scroll out of his line of sight, he sulks. “I rue the day Theo forced you to befriend people other than us.”
Pansy cocks a well maintained brow, “Somehow I doubt that.”
She spells the scroll to hover in front of her and her equally as conniving counterpart. Hermione lets out an appreciative hum and reads through the list floating in front of her before crossing another item off. “We aren’t plotting. What makes you think we’re plotting?”
Both boys let out incredulous scoffs. Draco gestures between himself and Theo. “We grew up with Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy. Political intrigue was learned at my father’s knee. My mother focused on social maneuvering. I could spot a scheme with my eyes closed.” Theo voices his agreement.
Hermione and Pansy both deflate.
With a sigh, Hermione commands the parchment to lay flat on the table and tosses Draco’s wand over to him. She supposed he could have it back. “I guess that means you’ll be the best resource to help us.”
She gestures to the list of names on the table. More than half the parchment was covered in inky slashes.
“Did you notice that both Ron and Lavender were missing from the Great Hall this morning?” Two heads bob up and down. “Well apparently, Ron somehow managed to convince Lavender to go to Hogsmeade with him.”
Two blank stares are directed at her. Theo drawls, “Annnnd?”
Hermione shares a look with Pansy that clearly communicates frustration. “Boys,” Pansy huffs.
“And,” Hermione continues in a swotty tone. Draco is brought back to first year. “It's leviOsa, not levioSA!”
“Ronald is treating Lavender appallingly. When they got back together at the beginning of the term I was relieved … Well at least until they started attempting to eat each other’s face off whenever I was in the vicinity.” She has a look of displeasure on her face and Pansy is nodding along in agreement. “I was happy even, until I realized that Ron is just using her to try to make me jealous. He thinks it’s sixth year again! It’s ridiculous and childish and cruel. Lavender might be annoying sometimes, but she’s a good person. She doesn’t deserve to be used like that.”
When the boys still look puzzled, Pansy takes over.
“We’re trying to find a new boyfriend for her, you dolts! We compiled a list of all the boys repeating our year with us, as well as some of the seventh years.” She taps the parchment with a well manicured nail. “Unfortunately, as you can tell, we aren’t having much luck. What do you think?”
Draco and Theo both lean forward to inspect the list of names on the parchment. They each take turns slashing off the names until there are only a handful left. “Why isn’t McLaggen on here?” Draco questions.
Pansy turns bright red. “Oh, he isn’t?” She says through gritted teeth. “Must have been an oversight.” She adds Cormac McLaggen to the bottom of the list.
“They’d be perfect for each other!” Theo hoots. “I bet you ten galleons she calls him “Cormie” within a day.”
Draco raises the stakes. “Twenty galleons that she has him calling her “Lavvie” by the end of the first week.”
Hermione surveys Pansy out of the corner of her eye. She is clutching her quill so tightly, Hermione is afraid it will snap. The falsely cheery smile plastered on her face looks deranged. And painful.
She bites the inside of her cheek in an attempt to contain her sigh of frustration. Why Pansy won’t admit her feelings for McLaggen is beyond her. He’s a decent bloke once you get past all of his posturing and bravado.
She drags the parchment across the table back towards her. There are five names left:
Michael Corner
Neville Longbottom
Seamus Finnegan
Justin Finch-Fletchley
Cormac McLaggen
Hermione chews on the end of her quill and hesitates for a moment before slashing off Neville. “I think he has some sort of agreement with Luna. You should have heard the things Luna was saying this morning.” She glances at her seatmates for a moment. “She made some mention of Blaise ‘rising to the occasion’. It might explain why we can never find him.”
None of them look surprised. “Huh. I don’t know why we didn’t think of it earlier. He had a soft spot for her last year, before she was taken over the yule hols.” Theo rubs a hand through his curls before shrugging.
Hermione taps her quill on the four remaining names. She crosses out Justin and then Michael with no explanation. She lowers her quill to the parchment once more.
Pansy is watching Hermione like a hawk.
Hermione slashes one final name off the list.
Pansy breathes out a sigh of relief.
“Wait, why are you only choosing one person? What if he isn’t interested?” Theo questions.
Both girls roll their eyes. “We’re just giving Lavender a push in the right direction. Everything will fall into place.
Draco is still staring at the final name remaining on the list. “Finnegan?” Draco frowns. “Out of all the blokes, why did you choose Finnegan?” He looks truly puzzled. Theo and Pansy are watching Draco in amusement.
Hermione who had looked pleased with herself, having managed to save Pansy from admitting her feelings and Lavender from being used as a distraction, narrows her eyes. “What’s wrong with Seamus? He’s similar in temperament to Ron, fun to hang around, single, and I’m fairly certain he is looking for something monogamous.”
Hermione chews on her lips in thought. “And you’re forgetting, I’ve shared a dormitory with Lavender and Parvati for seven years. We’ve discussed how attractive his Irish accent is.” She giggles. “I may have fancied him in fifth year.”
Theo inclines his head towards her, a deviant sparkle in his eye. “Can’t say I disagree with that. That accent just has a certain,” he waves his hand around “je ne sais quois.”
Draco looks like someone has spit in his pumpkin juice. The injustice! Both his witch and wizard are lusting after another man. The audacity!
Pansy is cackling. Draco never was any good at sharing his toys.
“Oh, blast. I’ve got to go serve out my sentence with Pomfrey.” Pansy starts gathering her belongings.
“Hey, that reminds me,” Draco starts. “Why don’t you ask Hermione about that plant that she uses? Maybe you won’t have to brew so many batches of potions.”
Pansy looks at Hermione quizzically. “Have you been holding out on me, Granger?” Contraceptive potion tastes like rubbish, Pansy thinks. And the charm is for emergencies. It hurts worse than an infected bite from a cornish pixie.
"No..." she says, appearing stumped. “What plant?” She looks to Theo to see if he has any clue, but he just shakes his head.
“You know! The plant you take for contraception! You told me last night that I didn’t need to cast the charm because you were protected by something ‘in a plant’!” Draco starts to worry. Had she misunderstood him last night? Oh gods. He’d gotten a witch pregnant outside of a betrothal contract. He hadn’t even had time to feel her out about Theodore! Mother was going to kill him. They would need to have a soul bonding ceremony immediately - huh. Impending death aside. maybe this isn’t such a bad thing.
Hermione interrupts his inner musings.
“Draco….” she says slowly, dragging out the second syllable. “Do you mean my implant?”
“Yes!” Draco exclaims. “Your plant!” Has she been listening to him at all? He just said that.
Hermione places her face in her hands. She had forgotten how behind the wizarding world could be, especially the purebloods she was faced with now. She straightens back up and gives her companions an unimpressed look.
“It’s muggle contraception. I have an intrauterine device, which can be called an IUD or an implant because it’s inserted into the uterus. They last for a few years before you have to get them switched out.”
They all look confused, but no one presses her for more information.
Pansy casts a tempus and curses. “I really have to go before the old hag makes me serve a double detention for being late. We’ll finish this later.” With that she strides from the library, tossing her hair over her shoulder.
Not wanting to have to explain muggle medical procedures twice, Hermione shelves the conversation for later.
Theo pulls out a Honeydukes bag. “While you and your evil twin were scheming and Drake was playing pick-up Quidditch, I went to Hogsmeade.” He upends the bag on the table top. Sugar quills, apple fritters, fizzing whizbees, and spearmint flavored tooth flossing stringmints cover their books.
Draco’s eyes light up and he immediately reaches for the apple fritters. Theo nudges the sugar quills towards Hermione. “I don’t want to hear one word about how your teeth healers would disapprove. Go on.”
Hermione blushes before reaching for a blue one. “Just one then. Thank you, Theo,” she says with a bashful smile before sticking the phallic shaped object between her lips.
The next hour passes in silence with Hemione reading through various tomes while depleting the pile of sugar quills. The silence is only broken by the rustling of clothes as the boys adjust themselves discreetly.
After a particularly lascivious lick of a sugar quill, Draco catches Theo’s eye and nods his head towards the stacks in the restricted section and then cuts his eyes to Hermione.
Theo catches on very quickly.
He plasters a confused and slightly frustrated expression over his face before clearing his throat quietly. “Hey, ‘Mi?” He questions. She looks up at him. “Do you think you could help me get a book from the restricted section? I need Most Potente Potions for this extra credit project Old Sluggy gave me.”
Always happy to help a friend in need, she jumps up immediately. “Of course, Theodore!” She waves for him to follow her into the stacks.
Theo starts to follow her. He stops to trail his fingers across Draco’s shoulders. “Don’t be long, babe.”
He finds Hermione several aisles in, reaching for a book on the upper shelving. Perfect. He wastes no time in assisting her. When she stands up on her toes, Theo steps right up behind her, pressing her body into the shelves. He breathes in her scent and can’t help but feel it’s familiar, even though he has never been this close to her before.
He presses her into the shelves a little more and her breath hitches. The curves of her small frame fit against his larger frame perfectly. He drops his hand from where it was reaching along with hers for the unnecessary book to meet his other hand at her waist. He gives her a slight squeeze and drops his mouth to rest beside her ear. “I lied.” He presses his rapidly hardening length into the curve of her backside. “I need your help with a different extra credit project.”
She pushes her arse back against him on instinct and gasps. He feels as big as Draco. Encouraged, Theo grips Hermione’s hips tighter and grinds against her until he hears her whimper.
She pulls away and breathes in the scent of parchment to clear her head. Confident that she can confront him without being a trembling hormonal mess, she turns to face him. Her palms are pressed flat against his firm, broad chest on either side of the placket of his white oxford.
“Theo,” she murmurs with a regretful tone, “we can’t do this to Draco.”
Theo grabs her chin lightly between his thumb and forefinger. He leans down so that he is eye level with Hermione. “Do what to Draco?” he breathes out. He nudges a leg between her thighs. His spearmint scented breath washes over Hermione’s face and she freezes.
Parchment…
Spearmint…
The only thing missing is…
Draco ends the disillusionment spell he had cast on himself from where was watching at the end of the aisle and strides up to his lovers. “I can think of many things I‘d like you to do to me.” He squeezes his body between Hermione and the shelving, so that she is sandwiched between him and Theo.
As he wraps his arms around her to rest his hands on Theo’s waist, his scent overwhelms her. He’d come to the library straight from a game and was still wearing his grass stained quidditch jersey.
Hermione’s breath hitches.
It’s her amortentia.
There is a look of complete awe on her face. She swivels her head back and forth between her boys as she works through this revelation. The look of awe turns into a look of complete carnal hunger.
She lets go of Theo with one hand to pull out her wand. She casts a muffliato followed by a notice-me-not charm. Her wand clatters to the ground and rolls out of sight. She hauls Theo against her using both hands .
Hermione wastes no time in crashing her lips against Theo’s. His lips are soft and full and pulled up in a smile. She threads her fingers through his hair and angles his head so his lips are slotted against hers. After a few tame pecks, Theo’s tongue darts out to trace along her lips. She opens her mouth to let him in and is immediately devoured. He licks into her mouth, sliding his tongue against hers, before withdrawing. The taste of spearmint makes her lightheaded.
Theo groans and pushes her against Draco’s solid body, where she feels his erection against her. She moans and rips her head away from Theo. “Kiss him,” she begs throatily.
She tilts her head back to watch and lets out a groan at the sight of her two handsome wizards engaging in a full out snog. Full lips against full lips. Draco’s harsh nips darken Theo’s rosy lips until he opens his mouth. Draco’s tongue snakes out to battle with Theo’s until they are both panting.
Arousing did not even begin to describe the sight. Had Hermione been wearing any knickers, they would have been soaked. As it was, she could feel her slick lubricating her inner thighs. Content to watch for now, she rubbed her thighs together to get some relief. Never in her wildest dreams did she imagine she would be pressed in between these two wizards, erections digging into her.
Theo thrusts his hips against Hermione, pushing her against Draco’s hips in turn. Both wizards detach themselves from each other with a small groan. “One day, witch, we’ll show you all the depraved things we do to each other, but not today. We’ve waited far too long to have you.”
Theo knots his left hand in her tresses and pulls her head back. He hooks two of his fingers in her mock neck top and begins to drag it down, exposing the base of her pale throat. He smooths his palm down the column of her neck, admiring Draco’s purpling love bites. He rubs a thumb lovingly over a particularly dark one.
He enjoys Hermione’s fusion of muggle and wizarding culture. Her outfits this year have starred in many of his late night fantasies. Especially the denims. He was a bit late to jump on the “I love Hermione Granger train” compared to his best mate, but he had made up for lost time pining after her once she had befriended him this year.
He leans down to add his own marks to the collection. Just before his lips find their destination, he hesitates. “Hermione,” he calls, voice low with desire. “Is this what you want? You want us?”
Draco is eyeing him speculatively. They discussed their mutual intention to pursue her, happy to share her and each other with her. The thought of her rejecting one of them had not crossed his mind until this very second. He can’t see Hermione’s face, but she is quiet. If he knows his witch, she is likely weighing the pros and cons of the situation, wanting to make an informed decision even under the haze of lust.
When the silence stretches on a beat too long, Draco squeezes her shoulders and looks into his first lover’s eyes, anticipating the blow. He presses his lips against her temple. “Go on, love. Tell us what you’re thinking.”
Her shoulders tighten with tension before she breathes her confirmation in a rush. “You smell like my amortentia… Both of you. Together.”
Theo lets out a loud groan and attaches his lips to her neck, getting a whiff of her perfume mixed with Draco’s cologne. That’s what smelled so familiar earlier. He could not place it until her words and her floral scent mixed with his best friend's woodsy smell. His amortentia.
Draco, who is having his own epiphany, is revelling in the mixture of bergamot and gardenia.
When Draco lightly bites down on the other side of her neck, mirroring Theo, her brain shuts off. She lets out a moan at the dual pleasure and rocks against Theo’s thigh. She picks up a steady rhythm, helped along by Draco canting his hips against her.
“That’s it,” Theo purrs. He pulls off her neck, eyeing the little brand he had just placed on her. He reaches down to palm her breast over her clothing. Dissatisfied by the barrier of her shirt, he starts to tug it out of where it was tucked into her skirt. He grabs the fabric at the hem and pulls it over her head, breaking Draco’s connection to her neck. He drops the grey fabric to the floor.
Draco pushes her forward so that he can reach the clasp of her bra. He deftly unfastens it with one hand, his other hand busy pressing her forward. When she lets the straps fall down her arms and then the garment to the floor, Draco pulls her back to rest against his chest. Her upper body is on full display for Theo.
He takes her in. Eyes darting from the dark purple scar snaking across her stomach, to the flush staining her chest, to her full breasts swaying slightly from the heaving breaths she’s taking.
“Look at her tits,” Draco rumbles, stopping himself from reaching up and grabbing them. It’s not his turn.
Theo has no such compunctions and reaches up to caress a dusky pink nipple. “Thye’re fucking perfect,” he breathes. Hermione grips onto Draco’s forearm at Theo’s praise and reaches her other hand back to land on the shelf for support.
Theo cups both breasts in each hand, lifting them slightly as if weighing them. They fit perfectly into the palm of his large hand. It’s like she was made for him. He rubs circles over the hardened buds with his thumbs and is rewarded with a needy cry from Hermione. He pulls Hermione’s hips farther up his thigh to bring her chest closer to his mouth. He swirls his tongue around a pink peak before sucking it roughly into his mouth.
The new position makes it hard for Hermione to find any friction, her toes barely touch the floor.. She rubs her naked dripping slit against Theo’s clothed thigh. “Draco,” she whines, “I need…. Oh!” She trails off when Theo switches to nibble on her untouched nipple.
“What do you need, Hermione?” Draco knows what she needs.
“Tell me.” He loves to hear her beg.
She bucks her hips harder against Theo’s thigh in frustration. No relief. Theo takes pity on his needy witch for just a moment and presses up against her aching clit. Hermione lets out a cry when he takes the pressure away.
“Pleaseee,” she cries.
“Please what?” Draco asks in a sharp tone.
Theo looks up, lips still wrapped around a nipple, and watches their interaction.
She bucks her hips again. “Please. I need more. Please” Theo presses his thigh up once more since she asked so nicely. She lets out a small moan.
Draco tucks the back of her pleated skirt into the waistband, exposing her arse. “Touch me. I need you to touch me,” she pleads. He rubs a teasing palm over her bare backside. “Touch you like this?”
“Nooooo,” she complains. Theo sucks in a breath at the complaint.
Draco lands a sharp slap to her arse cheek. She lets out a surprised exhale at the contact. “Naughty witches get punished, Hermione.” He rains another blow down on the opposite cheek. “Good witches get rewarded.” He rubs a hand over the slightly reddened skin. “Are you going to behave?”
“I’d recommend behaving, baby,” Theo advises her. Hermione preens at the endearment.
She nods. “I’ll behave.” She sounds thoroughly chastened.
She glances at a smirking Theo before craning her neck up and back to shoot a wide eyed look at her commanding lover. Theo knows as soon as Drake sees those big brown eyes, he’s going to fold like a sucker.
True to form, Draco takes in her doe eyes and softens immediately. “What do you need, princess? Tell me. I want to give it to you.”
“I need more.” She pouts. “I need to be filled.”
Both men, who had been ignoring their aching cocks in favour of worshipping their little lioness, feel their cocks jump at her admission. “How about you give Theo a little more time with your tits, love? I’ll take care of you until he gets his fill.” He tucks the front of her skirt into her waistband, so that she is completely uncovered.
Theo diverts his attention back to her sensitive breasts and marvels at how responsive she is. Each little flick of his tongue has her squirming, arching into his hold.
Draco reaches his hand down to offer his witch some satisfaction. He snakes a finger in between her legs to gather the wetness that has accumulated against the fabric of Theo’s trousers. When he is fully coated in her juices, he brings two fingers up to circle against her clit. She writhes at the contact. His fingers are lightly calloused from handling his broomstick and the rough texture is divine.
He props his chin on her shoulder, mesmerised by the sight before him: his lover being pleasured by his other lover. Her chest is flushed, pink puckered nipples being suckled. Theo’s eyes are closed in rapture. He directs his gaze lower to watch her hips roll against his fingers. The wet sounds of their combined ministrations echo through the quiet section of the library.
“Theooo,” she whimpers as she grabs at the brunette’s curls. She holds his head against her chest, pushing her breast into his mouth more firmly. “Theo please.” Theo sucks harder.
Little whimpers escape her mouth at her wizard's coupled attention. Her empty passage clenches against nothing and she lets out a quiet wail. She’s so close. “Fuck. Drake. Oh, fuck. Draco. Please. Faster. Faster. Please.” Draco sets his finger moving at a brutal pace, making sure to not change his pattern.
Hermione lets out an unintelligible cry as she peaks.
Fuck, this witch is beautiful when she comes.
Draco slows down his circles while she rides out her first orgasm of the night. When she collapses back against him, momentarily sated, Theo pulls away from her nipple with a pop. Draco wasn’t kidding, Theo thinks, he nearly blew his wad from her sounds alone.
Draco runs his hands up and down his witches sides soothingly. “You did so good. You were so good for us, love.” He leans over to press a kiss to Theo’s lips.
She hums in contentment before opening her eyes. Her gaze immediately lands on Theo’s leg. “Oh!” she exclaims. She flushes in embarrassment. “I’m so sorry. I’ve made quite the mess out of your trousers.” Draco glances down and lets out a light chuckle. The light grey material has a large wet spot, staining the area a telling dark grey.
She had completely soaked him, but Theo wasn’t the slightest bit mad. “Never apologise for that love. It was truly my pleasure.” He had half a mind to never wash the pants again to commemorate the best day of his life. He could display them in his study at Nott Manor. Hell, with dear old dad in Azkaban, he could hang them above the mantle in the floo room.
He gives Draco another lingering kiss before bending down to taste his witch’s lips once more. When he is temporarily satisfied he pulls back. “What do you say we give our wizard some attention?”
Hermione, ever the eager participant, immediately turns around and drops to her knees. She pushes Draco back until he is resting against the bookcase. Both wizards watch her with lust darkened eyes. She reaches to undo the laces of Draco's quidditch trousers and has just finished, when Theo places a hand on her wrist to stay her movements. “I have something in mind. Play along for me?”
He conjures a wooden chair and motions for Draco to sit down. Draco takes a seat with his legs spread wide. He contemplates them both for a moment before pulling himself out of his pants, giving his length a few lazy strokes. Hermione licks her lips. He has such a magnificent cock.
“Sit on his lap, love, but face me. I want to see both of your faces while you ride him.” Theo palms the straining bulge at the front of his trousers.
Hermione begins to comply with a frown, “What about you?”
She settles back on Draco’s lap, legs on the outside of his, spread wide. She steps up on her toes so that she is poised to impale herself on him. When Theo just gives her an impatient look in response, she stops asking questions and does as she was told.
She grasps Draco’s thick shaft near the top, gliding the head through her sopping folds. Bracing her weight behind her with her palm gripping his thigh, she slowly starts to insert him inside of her. When his bulbous head enters her passage, she lets out a moan at the stretch. Gradually, she takes his prick in deeper and deeper with shallow thrusts, letting her passage lube him bit by bit until she is almost completely stuffed full of him.
Draco lets her do all the work, keeping his eyes on Theo. Theo is biting down on his bottom lip, eyes glued to where Draco’s large cock is being swallowed by the seemingly tiny witch. He has unbuttoned his trousers, but has yet to take himself out.
Draco lets out a hiss of pleasure when Hermione forcefully bears down, shoving the rest of his fat cock inside of her. He finally moves to clamp his hands on her hips, not wanting her to rise. He relishes in the tight grip of her walls, not yet accustomed to the stretch of him when he is bottomed out against her cervix. “You’re such a good witch, Hermione. Taking my big pureblood cock deep into that tight cunt of yours.”
Hermione’s eyes close and her walls flutter at his words. He is so deep. She feels even more full than she did last night. If only he would start moving. She wants to feel the drag of her walls against him. She tries to raise her hips, but Draco holds her in place. She clenches around him to alleviate some of her need.
Theo’s gaze is heavy on her and she stares back into his blue eyes.
“Do you like that, baby?” He asks in a husky voice. “Getting your little pussy filled up by thick pureblood cock?” His hand is moving up and down at a leisurely pace inside his shorts.
Hermione whimpers at his filthy words and tries to move again.
“Draco’s told me all about you.” His voice is silky smooth. He advances toward where Hermione is skewered on his boyfriend’s considerable length. Theo continues, “How you beg and plead so pretty to be filled and filled like his own personal whore.” He trails his hand along her bare thigh, moving towards her center.
Hermione wriggles on Draco’s lap at the touch and Theo takes his hand away. Draco tightens a hand on her hip, his other hand reaching up to pinch her nipple in reprimand. “Good cock warmers stay still. You’re going to stay still for us aren’t you?” His girthy member twitches inside of her at her quick nod. She sucks in a breath.
Theo slowly lowers himself to his knees in between their spread legs, eyes once again glued to their joining. His palms land on each of Hermione’s naked thighs. “Is that what you like, baby?” He tightens his grip on her skin. “Behaving like the good little whore that you are so that we can fuck you full of our cum?” Hermione’s thighs are quivering beneath his palms, both from her wizard’s crude words and the glorious torture of staying still.
“I don’t like it,” Hermione tells him. “I need it.”
Draco is feeling the strain of staying motionless. Sweat is forming on his brow. All he wants is to drive into her, burying himself into her wet heat over and over while Theo watches.
“Please, Theo. I need it so bad. Draco needs it. Please, Theo”
Theo indulges himself in his voyeurism for a moment longer. She begs so beautifully. He pushes both their legs open wider and casts a charm to hold them open. He shuffles forward until his broad shoulders are bracketed by their limbs, eyes intent on the spot where their bodies are merged together.
“Show me,” Theo demands in a throaty timbre. He looks from Hermione to Draco. “Show me how you’re going to fuck her full of our heirs.” Draco’s lips part in excitement and he yanks Hermione down as far as she can go, his hips snapping up forcefully to fill her. .
Theo ducks his head down to lap at Hermione’s clit. Hermione jolts at the contact, unused to the sensation after being deprived of attention for the last few agonisingly long minutes. She rises up on her tiptoes before dropping down on Draco’s throbbing prick. Theo licks up at Draco’s exposed shaft on her ascent, making sure to catch her spread lips with his tongue on her every plunge.
Panting breaths, whimpers, and the wet squelching sound of their coupling fills the quiet library.
Draco is in ecstasy. His cock is fit to burst after being surrounded by Hermione’s wet pulsing walls for so long. He’s thankful he got off this morning or this would have been over embarrassingly quickly.
“Look at you,” he rasps. “Showing off to Theo. Letting him see how good you can take my cock.” He reaches up and squeezes her tits. She lets out a moan and drops down on him particularly hard. She stills for a moment, savouring the fullness. Theo tilts his head up to lap at her clit before she starts to ride Draco again.
Hermione’s silken walls clutch at Draco’s shaft at the contact and Draco lets out a grunt. “That’s right, princess,” he praises and pinches her nipples. He pulls them outwards and she lets out a little gasp. “Keep gripping my cock like just like that.” He starts to thrust up into her.
A rush of fluid drips out of Hermione's slit and covers Theo’s greedy mouth. Theo latches onto Draco's bollocks. Sucking one into his mouth and massaging it gently with his tongue. A loud moan spills out of Draco’s throat.
“FUCK!”
Theo groans at his exclamation. The rumbling sensation from Theo's moan on Draco’s balls causes his eyes to roll back.
“I’m going to cum soon.” He twists his fingers, pulling at Hermione’s hardened buds. “I’m going to fill your needy little pussy until it’s so full of my cum it drips out on Theo’s face.” She wants that so bad. She slams herself down onto his dick over and over. A particularly deep pump of her hips has his head nudging against her cervix.
“Mmmmmm,” she moans out. “Cum inside me.” She starts to grind her pussy down against him, not moving upwards so that his head stays rubbing against the entrance to her uterus. “Theo,” she calls. “His cock is pressing right, mmm, against my womb.” Theo’s lust filled gaze turns wild. He reaches a hand up to circle her clit harshly.
“Shoot your load right here, Drake.” She grinds against him again. “Fill up my tiny empty pussy with your cum.” Theo pinches her clit in between his thumb and forefinger and Hermione starts to tremble. “Dracooooo, please,” she sobs. “I need it.” Theo pinches her bundle of nerves again until she shrieks.
“You want me to fuck a baby into you?” Draco growls barreling towards the edge.
“PLEASE!” Hermione begs, her plea so loud it’s nearly a scream. Theo moans at her desperation. The sight of his two favourite people in the world losing themselves drives him mad.
“Needy, witch. Fuck.” Draco is barely holding himself back. Hemrione’s walls are fluttering around him trying to milk him. “Gonna fill you with my seed.” He jerks his hips up and closes his eyes when his sensitive head brushes against her entrance to the cervix again. She whimpers at the feeling. “Fuck. Tight little cunt. Fuck.”
“Fill her up, Drake.” Theo encourages them with a hoarse voice. “Cum deep inside her while I watch you split her little snatch in half.” He pushes his finger hard against Hermione’s clit and rubs in a circular motion.
She’s so close. So so close. She just needs to feel that gush of cum. “Need it need it needit needit neeeed,” she babbles incoherently. Squeezing him. Trying to suck him dry. One particularly hard grip of his cock sends him over the edge. Spurt after spurt of his cum shoots into her.
Theo gives her clit one final pinch that sends her crashing through her orgasm. Hermione lets out a wail at the sensation. Her hands reach out, grasping at anything. She grabs a fistful of Theo’s hair and knots her fingers in Draco’s jersey with the other. She almost slides off Draco’s lap when she goes limp.
Draco’s grip on her hips begins to slacken as he rides out the last bit of his release. Theo takes over. “Let Draco fill you up.” His hands grip her narrow waistline right above Draco’s.
Theo rises from his position, to stand tall on his knees. “Take it, baby.” Hermione lets out a strangled sob and tightens her walls against Draco’s softening cock. Draco groans at the clench, he’s so sensitive.
Theo yanks her head to the side so that he can see Draco when he growls into her ear. “I want you so full of his cum that it pours out of you when he pulls out. I want to lick you clean.” He reaches down to where they’re intertwined. Draco’s cum is already leaking out of her, despite the plug of his cock. Theo brings a bit up to Hermione’s mouth to taste.
“Open.”
Hermione opens her mouth obediently and sucks their combined juices in.
Draco has regained his full functionality and gently pulls his well used cock out of her slit, her walls gripping him on his exit. He pulls her shoulders back and lets her recover while cuddling against him.
Theodore, meanwhile, is just getting started.
He places his hands back on Draco’s spread and shaking thighs and leans down to clean Draco’s cum covered prick with his mouth. He takes great care to be gentle, with long light strokes from base to tip. When he laps at the tip, Draco’s member gives a half hearted twitch.
Theo pulls away licking his lips, savouring the slightly salty taste. Draco reaches out, careful not to bump the lightly dozing witch in his arms, and catches a spot at the corner of Theo’s mouth that he missed. He pushes the droplet in between Theo’s full lips with his thumb. Theo swallows and smiles appreciatively. “You two taste better than ambrosia,” he murmurs thoughtfully.
Draco leans back and gives Hermione a squeeze. “Are you all tired out, princess, or do you think you have another one in you?”
Hermione perks up slightly. “For Theo?” she questions in a quiet voice, her movements sluggish. Her body is not used to receiving so much pleasure in such a short period of time.
Draco smiles. “Yes, sweet girl, for Theo.” In twenty four heavenly hours, he has learned that his swotty little witch is a strong proponent of quid pro quo. She will not leave one of her wizards wanting.
Theo runs a hand over the side of his very satisfied witch's head with soft affection. He’s not worried, he knows Draco will take care of him after they see to their witch.
Hermione reaches her hands out to Theo, who cancels the sticking charm and pulls her off of Draco and down onto his lap on the floor. He can feel the mixture of her and Draco’s combined release staining his unzipped trousers.
Draco tucks himself back into his trousers and gets comfortable in his conjured chair. He looks down at his two lovers with their matching heads of riotous brunette curls and feels content in a way that he never has before. He feels whole.
“I had all these vile, filthy, wicked plans that involved taking you in these stacks,” Theo informs her, pressing kisses to her face. A soft press to her forehead, her eyelids, her nose, and finally her mouth. Hermione kisses him back and sighs happily.
“I think we’ve tired you out too much to complete most of them.” He brushes a kiss to the top of her head when he sees her mouth drop into a pout. Greedy little witch! She wants more. He glances up at Draco and sees that his eyes are sparkling, a hint of a smirk gracing his lips.
“You sure you can handle more?” He checks in with her. She nods her head quickly in agreement, curls bouncing up and down. He doesn’t want to overdo it on their first go. Nothing too taxing, he thinks to himself.
“How about this, love?” He compromises. “I’lll take you right here on the floor.” He casts a quick scourgify and cushioning charm on the wooden boards of the library floor.
“If you get down on your hands and knees I’ll take you from behind.” He shifts the naked witch off of his fully clothed lap and positions her onto the floor. “We’ll give Drake a little show.” He makes sure that her leaking slit is in full view of Draco. Her pussy is a filthy mess and the sight causes his cock to harden to full mast once more.
“You don’t mind?” She questions while glancing over her shoulder. Suddenly shy at the sight of the two wizards staring at her exposed cunt, weeping with Draco’s spend.
Theo laughs while pulling himself out of his trousers. His prick is mouth watering. Just slightly longer than Draco’s, but a bit less thick. Fuck. She can’t wait to feel it inside her, battering her well used walls. “I can honestly tell you that I have never been more turned on in my entire life.” He palms his shaft. “I would make an unbreakable vow swearing to that being the truth.”
Theo gives his length a few unnecessary pumps before inching over to her on his knees. “Ready, love?” He asks, sliding the tip of his head through her wet lips. She shudders.
“Fuck me,Theo.”
Theo nudges his cockhead against her hole and plunges in to the hilt in one thrust. Her walls are slick and slippery from Draco’s load, so he meets little resistance. Hermione moans at the intrusion. He pulls back and snaps his hips forward slightly until he feels the entrance to her womb.
“Fuck!” He grits out.
He circles his hips without withdrawing, rubbing up against the barrier to her uterus. Hermione lets out a slight groan, in pain or pleasure he can’t tell. He barely controls himself from cumming right then and there. He groans at the restraint and pulls himself out to the tip.
“What are you doing to me, witch?” He snaps his hips and bottoms out against her again. “Your cunt is so good, all I want to do is shoot you full of my seed.” He thrusts into her with another brutal jab, again and again, bruising her cervix.
Draco is watching his lover with interest. He’s never seen Theo so unhinged during their lovemaking. So unrestrained and fighting against completion.
“Theooo..” Hermione is moaning uncontrollably at his thrusts. “You feel so good. I’m so full.” She rocks her hips back against him as the filth spews from their mouths. “Empty yourself inside me. Please. My pussy needs you to fill it full of your cum.”
He sets a merciless rhythm as he slams into her. He reaches around her to pull on one of her nipples. “Fuck,” he grunts. “You’re the perfect little cum slut. Begging me and Draco to fill you full of our seed.” He pulls on her nipples until she lets out a shriek and he feels her walls clench. “Draco’s cum wasn’t enough for you?” He grips her hips hard and pistons his cock into her.
When she whimpers out a “no” Theo places a palm between her shoulder blades and pushes her upper torso down to the floor. She arches her back on instinct and keens loudly when Theo hits a sensitive spot deep inside her.
Theo buries himself inside of her and halts his movements to nudge her legs further apart. She sinks down lower and Theo’s eyes roll back at the feel of her. He pulls out and pushes back in slowly. The head of his cock drags along a spongy rough patch inside of her that causes Hermione to whimper and her walls to squeeze around him. He does it again and again until Hermione is a sobbing mess.
The sloppy sounds of their coupling is music to Draco’s ears.
Hermione’s thighs are shaking and she’s close, but she wants to hold out for Theo. “Please Theo. I need you to cum inside me.” She begs in her neediest voice. “Please. I NEED it.”
Theo can’t hold back anymore at her plea. He picks up his pace, slamming into her as hard and fast as he can go. “You showed Draco how you would make a new Malfoy scion.” Hermione wails at a savage slam. “Now you’re going to be filled full of the Nott heir. My heir.” He reaches around her to manipulate her clit.
“Please, I want your heir.” She feels her orgasm building again. “I can take it. Fuck your son into me.” She doesn’t know if she will remain conscious through another one. “Pleaseeee. I need your cum deep inside of me,” she whines, barely coherent. Theo pinches her clit viciously and she comes undone. Her walls clench around him impossibly tight, squeezing him for all he has. When her legs give out from underneath her, she sees stars.
Theo follows her down to the floor and lets go with a roar. He pumps the largest load he has ever had inside of her. Her walls milk him for each spurt of his semen. He collapses over top of her while still letting go, shuddering each time he feels his prick spit out more cum. He laces his fingers with hers on the floor.
Draco vanishes the chair and kneels down on the floor beside his spent lovers. He runs his hand over Theo’s back soothingly, while murmuring praise to Hermione. “You’re such a perfect, perfect witch. The perfect witch for us.” He uses his other hand to wipe some sweat off of Hermione’s brow. Her eyelids flutter at the touch. She feels perfectly content.
Happy to bask in the afterglow, she closes her eyes again and breathes in the comforting smell of her boys.
The echo of distant footsteps has her eyes shooting open and her body stiffening. She must have fallen asleep. Draco and Theo go on high alert at her sudden tension.
“Someone’s coming,” she hisses.
They both relax.
“You cast a notice-me-not and we’re in the restricted section. We’re fine, love.” Theo says with a reassuring smile.
Hermione chews her lip as she considers this. “Well, we should probably get cleaned up anyway. I’m sure the library is closing soon.” She shimmies her shoulders, trying to throw off the weight of both men.
Draco, who is relatively clean and fully clothed, rolls off of her and stands up. He casts a wrinkle-release charm and his clothes are pressed. Hermione makes a mental note to ask him to show her that charm. She wonders if his house elves taught him that. He runs a hand through his shock of platinum hair to ensure nothing is out of place. “Good as new,” he says brightly with a charming smile.
The shuffling footsteps are getting closer. Hermione can make out faint bickering.
She shares a wide-eyed look with Theo, who pulls his softened cock out of her before hopping to his feet. She immediately feels a rush of their combined fluids leaking out of her.
Theo casts a quick tergeo on himself before buttoning his trousers and slidinging his belt back through the buckle. His hair can sometimes be as disastrous as Hermione’s, so he doesn’t bother with his hair.
Hermione jumps up and untucks her skirt from where it is bunched up around her waist. Theo tosses her bra to her, which she hooks on lightning fast.
The footsteps, much closer, suddenly stop.
“Ron,” Harry sighs. “Hermione isn’t going to appreciate you hunting her down using the map. Or spying on her using the cloak! I thought you said she was in trouble! That’s the only reason I agreed to come in the first place!”
Hermione’s mouth drops open. Harry cannot catch her without her clothes on in the library! She would never mentally recover.
She turns to Draco who has her top positioned for her to stick her arms through. “Quick!” He rapidly helps her set herself to rights. Neither of these bloody wizards were ever seeing Hermione without a shirt again. And what bloody map were they talking about? Had they put a tracking spell on his witch?
“I’m telling you, Harry! She is in trouble!” Ron thunders out. “You weren’t there last night. Those snakes got her drunk so that Malfoy could take advantage of her. They’re all in on it.”
Hermione hears a slight scuffle while she searches for her wand to cast her own tergeo on her sticky thighs. Why did she have to throw it in a fit of passion earlier?
Draco and Theo are looking more and more agitated with each word that comes out of Ron’s mouth. Hermione feels their spend trickling down a leg.
“Give - me - the - map!” Each word is punctuated by a muffled whack. Harry appears to be trying to get the map back from Ron.
“Nott’s in on it too! Look!”
“OW! Ron! Watch where you’re jabbing your wand!”
“We don’t have time for this, Harry!” The footsteps resume. They sound close. Only one aisle over. “They’re trying to touch my girl!”
“She’s not your girl,” is muttered by all three wizards in varying tones of annoyance.
She ignores Ron's unbelievably false statement and whisper shouts, “Quick! Grab a book!” Hermione gives up the search for her wand and grabs the nearest book to her, Famous Fire-Eaters. Why is this in the restricted section?
The boys both fight over a copy of a book before dropping it and reaching for another one. Before Theo can open Most Potente Potions or Draco can even get Secrets of the Darkest Arts fully off the shelf, the book they dropped starts Shrieking loudly.
Hermione blanches and kicks the book closed. She normally would never dare desecrate a book like that, but desperate times call for desperate measures.
“‘MIONE, MY LOVE, I’M COMING! I BROUGHT A BEZOAR!”
Harry and Ron appear at the end of the aisle.
“Oh!” Hermione feigns surprise. “Hello, boys!”