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"A threesome?" He blurted out, louder than he intended in the stillness of the library.

"Keep your voice down, Draco," Pansy hissed, shooting him a sharp look.

They were seated at one of the worktables at the back of the library, having arrived early. There was a small group of 8th years who had returned to Hogwarts to finish their education. It wasn’t mandatory, but for certain career paths, it was necessary. Pansy and Draco were waiting for the rest of their Potions project partners —Theodore Nott and Hermione Granger.

Granger was one of the two 8th-year Gryffindors who had returned, and Draco could only assume she was less than thrilled to be partnered with Pansy, Theo, and himself. To her credit, she handled it well. Parkinson had even warmed to her, and something akin to friendship had formed between them. Theo was loud and boisterous, often making her laugh, but Draco remained guarded. Slytherins and Gryffindors had never really mingled before—they were fierce rivals in the House Cup and Quidditch, where jabs, sneers, and taunts were routine. Yet, without Potter and Weasley by her side, Draco noticed Granger shone in ways he hadn’t seen before.

He wouldn’t say he was developing a crush, but he definitely found himself watching her walk away, eyes drawn to the sway of her hips or the curve of her cleavage when she bent to pick up a book.

"Fucking hell, it sounds a lot like you’re having me on. Why aren’t you asking Theo?" Draco muttered defensively.

"I’ve been dying to sleep with this witch, and the only way she'll agree is if you’re there too," Pansy reasoned.

Draco could only assume she was talking about Tracey Davis. Pansy had flirted with her non-stop back in the seventh year, though he hadn’t seen much of it this year. That didn’t mean anything—Pansy was a Slytherin through and through, slithering her way into what she wanted, wrapping herself around her prey until they couldn’t escape.

Draco and Pansy had hooked up before, though it had been years; since she mostly preferred women now. But the thought of shagging two witches, even if one was Tracey, who was a bit flatter-chested than he usually liked— Pansy more than made up for that with her massive tits—  Draco couldn’t bring himself to outright refuse the offer.

"Then why aren’t you telling me who it is?" Draco pressed.

"Because you’ll get all weird. Just trust me, alright?" Pansy pleaded.

"If it’s Bulstrode, I’m out of there—" Draco began, but before Pansy could retort, Theo dropped into the seat beside her.

"What are we whisper-arguing about?" he grinned.

"Parkinson wants to have a threesome," Draco said casually.

"What?! And you’re asking him and not me?" Theo looked genuinely offended.

"Ugh, I wish I didn’t have to ask either—"

"Shut it—Granger," Draco cut her off, nodding toward the breath of fresh air walking toward their table. Hermione’s curls bounced as she moved, and her warm, caramel eyes glowed in the lantern light. Pansy offered her a welcoming smile, and Hermione’s cheeks flushed a little rosier than usual. She quickly looked away from the nodding and greetings radiating from Draco, Theo, and Pansy.

Fuck. Had she overheard? Did she think they were all some kind of demented sex demons?

She seemed flustered as she dropped her books messily onto the desk. Pansy quickly helped her gather them, while Draco bent down to pick up one of the texts that had fallen to the floor. As he handed it back to her, their hands brushed, and he cleared his throat, his eyes meeting hers briefly before she looked away.

"Alright, Granger?" Pansy asked softly.

"Clearly not, she’s dropping her shit all over the place," Theo snorted, breaking some of the tension.

"I'm just running behind... everything alright, Parkinson?" Hermione asked, her voice cracking slightly at the end. Draco noticed it but chalked it up to Pansy's uncanny ability to make anyone squirm.

"Oh, we’re good," Pansy winked, and Hermione sat down, flashing a wide smile at Draco. He returned it, feeling an unexpected thump in his chest.

Gods, alright, maybe he did have a crush.

Perhaps suffocating himself between Tracey and Pansy would help squash it. He guessed he’d find out.

The fifteen 8th years all shared a dormitory, so when Pansy asked Draco to come to her room on Friday night, he wasn’t particularly nervous. Especially if it was going to be Davis and Parkinson. He didn’t want to diminish the fact that they were both beautiful witches in their own right, but he knew his role. He was a pawn to allow Pansy to have her fun, and honestly, it seemed a better Friday night to be used like a dildo with two witches than shooting Firewhiskey and playing chess with Theo.

When Draco arrived, Pansy had jazz music playing, and the atmosphere was relaxed. Her bed was made perfectly, and Draco couldn’t help but get slightly hard at the thought of it being in complete disarray in twenty minutes.

She had a bottle of mead chilling with three glasses set out and was wearing a racy black slip. Draco’s eyes kept drifting to the generous cleavage spilling over the lace.

"Do we have ground rules for this, or...?" Draco asked, watching as Pansy fidgeted with the glassware before downing a glass of mead.

"Anything she wants, really... do you have any?" Pansy replied.

“No...” Draco smirked, edging closer to where Pansy stood, her Tom Ford perfume filling his air. He took his hand and wrapped it around the back of her silky black hair, pulling her closer until their lips nearly touched. Her brown eyes held a devilish blackened pool as he pressed his mouth to hers, tasting the remnants of mead on her tongue before pulling away.

Still grinning down at her, he teased, "For old times' sake, Parks."

“You taste of desperation, Draco... It’s kind of hot. And it’s only about to get worse,” Pansy sneered, pulling away from him.

“As lovely as you and Tracey are—and don’t think me ungrateful for you both choosing me— I’m not all that desperate for it,” he retorted, shrugging off his jacket and rolling up the sleeves of his button-up shirt.

"Tracey? You think this is Tracey Davis?" Pansy laughed, but her laughter didn't make him want to join in. A small pit of uncertainty formed in his stomach, suddenly unsure of what he’d just agreed to.

“Well, yeah...” he stumbled, trying to recover. “Again, she’s a very pretty girl, but not my dream witch by any means,” he added, just in case Pansy was getting cold feet, wanting to reassure her that he was still on board.

“I’m very aware of your dream witch, Malfoy, which is only going to make this more fun…” Pansy smirked, and Draco felt his heartbeat quicken.

It couldn’t be, could it?

No, he wasn’t going there—he wasn’t getting his hopes up. She’d never go for this—she’d never agree to this, let alone ask for him specifically.

“For what I’m about to give you, I expect a rather large present for Yule this year,” Pansy finished, handing Draco a glass. Her expression clearly relished the fact that he was now both aroused and panicked.

“Sit down on the chair over there and wait like a good boy… She’ll be here soon, and I don’t want the look on your face to scare her off.”

Draco did as he was told, settling into the velvet chair by the fireplace. His throat tightened, and he undid a few buttons of his collar, trying to relax. He took a deep sip of his mead, praying to Merlin that the frantic beating in his chest would steady as the thoughts of who might walk through that door kept crashing through his mind.

A soft, playful knock echoed in the room, and Pansy’s eyes lit up as she turned back to Draco one last time, exchanging a look of glee with his anxious one.

"Hi..." The voice was small, yet unmistakably familiar. Draco couldn’t see the doorway from where he sat, as it was blocked by a large poster on Pansy’s bed.

"Hi... Come in. I have a glass of mead if you’d like one," Pansy offered politely, while Draco felt the air sucked out of his lungs. He struggled to formulate a sentence or even take a breath, sitting there as if he’d been hit by a fucking Stupefy.

Hermione’s curls appeared around the corner of the bed as she took the flute from Pansy, casting a shy smile in Draco’s direction before looking down at her feet. Her cheeks were colored with hot, red circles, and Draco swallowed hard—this couldn’t be real. Hermione Granger had agreed to a threesome... and asked for him. Him. Draco Malfoy.

Bloody fucking hell—he was going to hand over his entire fortune to Pansy for Yule.

“Granger?” his voice rasped out in a question, far from the sultry, steady tone he had hoped for. He watched her blush harder and glance at Pansy for guidance.

"Well... uhmm... one moment..." Pansy answered, clearly annoyed, and was in Draco’s face before his eyes could leave Hermione's. In a whisper so low it could barely be heard over the crackling fire; Pansy fiercely scolded him.

"Don’t you fucking ruin this for me, or I’ll hex your bollocks off. Pull it together." Then she turned back to Hermione with her classic smile.

"I kept it a secret from him. I thought it’d be more exciting that way."

He did need to pull it together—this was going to be the best night of his fucking life.

"And is it? More exciting?" Hermione asked, biting down on her lip, twisting her thighs together as he basked in the glow of her. She was wearing a linen, thin-strapped summer dress, her perky nipples hardening through the fabric.

“Very... very,” Draco muttered as he moved closer. He had to make a move, to show her that he was very much interested, very much wanting.

Draco closed the gap, his eyes locking with Hermione's, which now glistened with a mix of nerves and anticipation. Pansy, swayed just a foot away, smirking and sucking on her cupid's bow.

"Let him take care of you...let us take care of you," Pansy added softly.

Draco placed a knuckle under Hermione’s chin, tilting it upwards to give him access to her mouth. Her breathing grew heavy as he leaned down and planted a deep, electrifying kiss on her lips. Encouraged by his touch, she parted her lips, allowing him to taste the sweetness of this forbidden fruit.

He pulled away, acutely aware of how quickly his heart was beating as Hermione’s lips remained slightly parted, her eyes still mildly closed. When they flickered open, Pansy’s face was nearly pressed to Draco's, her hand replaced his under the tender skin.

Draco took a step back as Parkinson traced her tongue over Hermione’s lips, biting down gently. Pans had always been such a bloody tease. Draco looked down, noticing the tent in his trousers as every vessel in his body sent blood rushing between his legs.

She let out a low moan, gloriously breathy and angelic, which only spurred Pansy on. She gripped the other witch's hip, drawing her closer until their breasts pressed together, sending another shockwave through Draco’s body.

He gulped. Fuck. If he had known this was coming, he would’ve wanked a few times today just to keep his head straight.

“She tastes sweet, doesn’t she, Draco?” Pansy pulled away, flashing her dark eyes at him, her lipstick smeared over both her and Hermione’s lips. The two women turned to face him, pupils blown wide, Pansy’s long red nails delicately pressing into the freckled cheek of the lioness they had ensnared.

“Just as sweet as I thought she would be,” Draco gulped, his voice rough.

“I’m going to ensure we aren’t interrupted. You two should get comfortable,” Draco said, pulling his wand from his pants. Pansy giggled and grabbed Hermione’s hand, pulling her closer to the bed.

Draco needed a moment to breathe and to cast wards so fucking strong that even if the bloody castle were on fire, the only remnants left in ash would be an untouched dorm, with the three of them still locked inside.

He was determined to keep these two witches entangled with him for as long as possible. Hell, he even cast a spell to keep the windows dark, guaranteeing that if they were at it all night, the morning sunlight wouldn’t disrupt.

Draco turned, ready to face the soft smacking of lips and the purring in the back of his ears as he cast the final wards. Pansy had Hermione pinned to the cushioned duvet, her curls spread over two pillows. Their mouths were connected, lips and tongues mixing, while Pansy had Hermione’s dress hiked up, revealing a gusset of white. Pansy's red nails raked gingerly up and down Hermione’s thighs as she slowly parted her legs for the black-haired Slytherin.

Gods, he could cum just watching them press their cunts together, but he growled in frustration, unbuttoning his shirt and eager to join their coiled bodies.

“I think Draco wants to join, sweetling. Do you want him to touch you?” Pansy whispered, biting down on the olivey flesh of Hermione’s cleavage. She opened her eyes to see Draco edging toward the bed, his shirt discarded and likely to be forgotten.

“I do,” Hermione nodded, and Draco grunted, positioning himself on the edge of the bed, the mattress dipping beneath his weight.

“I can feel how wet she’s getting already,” Pansy moaned, her stomach pressed against Hermione’s white thong. Draco was desperate to see both women naked and wet, but he was also enjoying the tension that was building.

“Take your tits out, Parkinson. Let’s see how soaked we can make those knickers,” Draco commanded. Pansy’s face glowed, and Hermione whimpered—a sound he was determined to make her repeat.

“Draco loves a good set of tits... and so do I,” Pansy said with a smirk. Her hands traced up and over the soft, heaving mounds under Hermione’s dress. Parkinson's small hands squeezed briefly before she flicked off her straps. Without a bra, her nipples were already erect as she straddled Granger, wearing only a sheer black thong. Draco positioned himself behind Pansy, eager to get a view between Hermione’s spread legs, where the fabric began to cling to the contours of her arousal.

He leaned down, sticking his tongue out and darting it over the pebbled pinkness of Pansy's nipples, flicking and cupping them in deep squeezes as she mewed and leaned forward. Out of the corner of his eye, he watched as she pressed her two forefingers down into Hermione’s core, eliciting a whine that made Draco’s eyes snap back to see Hermione practically wriggling out of her skin.

“Keep doing that, keep sucking on her nipples… Pansy, keep rubbing my clit… please,” She begged. Draco and Pansy exchanged wide sinister smiles and complied with her request, Draco groping and sucking on Parkinson's tits, while Pansy’s wrists twitched as she kept encircling her thumb.

“How wet is she?” Draco moaned; his curiosity piqued.

“Take a look,” Pansy whispered.

Draco glanced down to see the fabric clinging to Hermione’s pussy. The once-white material was now darkened, and dripping onto Pansy’s sheets and staining her thighs.

“Fuck…” Draco rubbed his palms hard against his jaw, imagining the taste and the sounds he could get her to make —but he was determined to be the gentleman his parents had raised him to be.

“Ladies first,” he rasped, and Pansy knelt down with a sneer, her arse in the air, stretching like a sunbathing wildcat.

“Did you hear that? How gallant he is? Draco’s going to let me taste you first…” Pansy purred.

Draco watched with bated breath as Pansy lifted Hermione’s delicate summer dress over her head, exposing her exquisite breasts. Of course, they were fucking supple and bouncy, with tiny, perky nipples that perfectly mirrored the roundness.

He was positive he was the luckiest man in the castle with the two sets of jiggly tits currently in front of him.

Draco undid the belt on his trousers and stood from the bed, his focus intense as Pansy’s mouth trailed over Hermione’s breasts, sucking and rolling. In his briefs, his cock ached for attention, twitching and throbbing as he removed the remaining spandex and knelt back down, needing to see where Pansy’s lips were going.

She gripped Hermione’s thighs, spreading them wide as if they were butter, and then ran a long, flat lick down the cotton of her knickers. Both women moaned in unison, while Draco strangled his cock in his palm, stroking it as precum beaded. Pansy peeled away the fabric that had practically fused onto the curly-haired angel beneath them.

Hermione's pussy was pink, throbbing, and drenched, and Pansy immediately put her cherry lips to work. Draco stroked himself slowly, calculatedly, seeking some relief while maintaining his resolve, hoping that Pansy would bring Hermione to the edge so he could finish her off.

He couldn’t help but admire Pansy’s skill; she was sucking so hard on Granger’s clit that her cheekbones jutted out. Hermione was whimpering and groaning, her hands tangled in Pansy’s sleek hair. Draco also hoped, somewhat anxiously, that Pansy wouldn’t outdo him—though he knew it shouldn’t be a competition, the flame of rivalry was stoked nonetheless. He noticed that Parkinson hadn’t used her fingers to penetrate, only her mouth. Her nails were too long, forcing her to delicately arch her hands into a curve when rubbing the other woman down. He smiled to himself, knowing his approach would be different or rather better.

While Draco was engrossed in the stunning spectacle of Hermione being consumed, he didn’t notice her swirling chocolate eyes fixed on him, watching as he gripped his cock. She licked her lips, her eyes darkened with horniness—a gaze he had only ever hoped to see.

“I want it,” she pleaded, and Draco groaned, recalling how many times he had imagined those exact words slipping from her lips in the dead of night.

“Who knew you’d be such a perfect little slut…” he grumbled as he moved beside her face. Pansy kept her legs locked down, and Hermione’s hot, silky mouth enveloped the tip of Draco’s throbbing shaft, making his knees fucking buckle.

“Fucking hell, this witch will be the death of me,” he murmured to Pansy, who was still face-deep between the Gryffindor's legs while Hermione pacified herself with Draco’s cock stuck halfway down her throat.

“That was my hope… to get you out of the way completely,” Pansy joked, pulling away and wiping the arousal and saliva from her face.

“How does her cunt taste?” Draco asked, slowly rubbing Hermione’s cheek where his cock bobbed in and out of her lips, letting her know how well she was doing, how much of a goddess she was.

“Like sugar quills,” Pansy replied.

Draco reached down and, with a firm grip, pulled Pansy’s face to his, smashing his lips against hers as Hermione whimpered louder.

“Keep kissing her; fuck, you’re both so hot,” Hermione whined as she popped Draco from her mouth, saliva dripping from her chin onto her neck and into Pansy’s pillows.

“Parks tastes like you… Salazar….her spit…with your pussy…” Draco groaned between kisses with Parkinson as she kept a delicate hand over Hermione’s slit.

“Did you want to taste Pansy, Granger?” Draco choked, even though he felt the urge to be more self-interested. But his slutty Slytherin had orchestrated this whole damned scene, and she was the only one with a dripping sex that hadn’t been touched or tongue-fucked.

“I…ah.. I don’t know how..” Hermione sputtered, a blush creeping over her cheeks.

“It’s alright, sweetling,” Pansy soothed, stroking her curls down.

“I’ll lie back, Parkinson can sit on my face. Granger, do whatever you want with my cock. You can play with Pansy’s tits or kiss her wherever you’d like,” Draco offered, wanting to make Hermione as comfortable as possible. He was trying to prove that he was worthy of her, hoping this wouldn’t be a one-time thing.

Next time, maybe it could be just the two of them.

She nodded, and Pansy winked at Draco as he switched positions, lying down on his back. Pansy guided Hermione’s glowing, naked body toward her, stroking her hair and sucking on her neck while Draco intently watched the curly-haired witch’s eyes trace up and down his body.

Pansy backed up, and Draco lifted his arms to welcome her as she glided over his face. The view of Pansy’s cunt and arse wasn’t the worst in the world, but he was more interested in what Granger was doing. Draco began licking up Pansy’s thighs, rolling his tongue over her clit, sliding his fingers along her slit as she rocked her hips, humming softly.

“Don’t be shy. Try it,” Pansy spurred, and Draco nearly had the wind knocked out of him as he felt the sudden, deadening compression of Hermione’s sweetened cunt sinking onto his cock, taking him to the hilt.

“Fuck, give a man some warning,” Draco growled, slapping Pansy's ass, and she barked out a laugh.

“He liked that…” Pansy tilted, and he heard the sloppy sounds of their mouths mingling as he tongue-fucked her. Hermione slowly rode up and down on his cock, and Draco had to focus all his energy on licking Pansy’s pussy up to her arse, or he would’ve cum immediately like a fucking virgin.

“You’re so big, Draco… you feel amazing…” Hermione keened, and Draco wanted to let Pansy drown him in her cunt right then and there, the constricting walls of Hermione’s pussy wrapping gloriously around his shaft, milking him of his manhood.

Another hard spank on Pansy’s ass, and Draco wrenched his mouth away.

“Switch with her… I haven’t truly tasted her yet,”

Pansy moved away, surprising Draco with how easily she agreed—fucking cocks wasn’t usually her thing.

Hermione locked vision with Draco as he saw himself vanishing into her pink slit. He almost regretted asking her to get off, seeing the devastation reflected in her eyes.

“I’ll keep making you feel good, I promise” he reassured her with a nod.

She reluctantly slid off him, their groans matching as Hermione and Pansy straddled him simultaneously. Hermione hovered lightly over his face, and he breathed heavily, inhaling her intoxicating scent.

Pansy sank down, filling herself with his pulsating cock, and Draco thrust up hard to meet her, purposefully knowing it might give her a stab of pain - he wanted to punish her slightly for being so damned meddlesome. She giggled her classic giggle, lifting her hips and ass before beginning to ride him.

Draco let his tongue drink up the juices Hermione was offering, getting drunk on them, the sounds of her moans, and the feeling of her fingers digging into his ribs.

“Does Pansy feel good, Draco?” Hermione whispered sultrily.

“Annoyingly so, for someone who likes cunt so much,” Draco added, not lying. Pansy’s pussy did feel fucking great—warm, tight, and soft. She was rocking her hips so perfectly, edging him on, teasing him, knowing full well he was saving his cum to fill Granger.

“You’re so fucking hot, sweetling… dripping into his mouth like that,” Parkinson murmured as she leaned forward, using Draco’s abs as support. He could hear them kissing and fondling each other, though he couldn’t see much more than the beautiful view of Hermione’s arsehole and swollen cunt. His other senses heightened as he felt the constriction of Pansy’s walls, and he pounced.

“Are you about to fucking cum, Parks? Are you going to cum on my cock?” he teased mockingly, surprised, assuming she was saving that somehow for Granger.

“Shut up, Malfoy… I fucking hate that you feel like this…” Pansy whined, and Draco, encouraged, meeting her downward strokes with thick upward thrusts of his own.

“Watch her, love… watch Pansy cum… it’ll be you in a few minutes, cumming on my cock so beautifully just like her…” Draco pulled away from Hermione’s wetness to ensure she knew he wouldn’t lose his resolve when Pansy did.

Hermione rode herself down harder, and Draco took the cue, shoving his fingers inside her as she let out a bellow. At the same time, Pansy screamed as her walls clamped down around him, and both women fucked themselves senseless on everything Draco was gifting.

Pansy was catching her breath, halting her movements as her breathy voice filled the air.

“He’s been such a good boy. Don't you think? You should let him fuck his cum into you, as a reward.”

Fucking Merlin, he was going to give Pansy whatever she wanted when this was over.

“Yes…” Hermione slid off him, and Draco held back a strained grunt at the prospect. “He’s been so wonderful.”

“Draco, move her to the edge of the bed, open her so I can lick the both of you while you cum,” Pansy instructed.

Draco didn’t need to be told twice. Wrapping his arms around Hermione’s waist, he shuffled to the edge of the bed. With both hands under her thighs, he spread them open over his legs, kissing up her nape and into her ears, licking at the beads of lustful sweat.

“Is that what you want, love? Do you want to be stuffed full of my cock and cum while Pansy licks us clean?”

“Gods… yes… yes… please,” Hermione cried out. Before Draco had the chance to act, he felt a small hand gripping his shaft. He looked down to see Pansy on her knees, her nose almost touching his balls, helping to align him with the mess that was now Hermione’s cunt. She gripped him tightly, aiding his entry into the witch of his dreams.

“Fucking hell…” Draco moaned as his cock once again entered her, taking him to her depths while she was splayed open for Pansy to feast upon.

He held her tight, thrusting thoroughly into her, trying to convey that when she was with him, he’d take care of her pleasure. All she needed to do was surrender to him.

Just as he found a rhythm —with her head leaning on his shoulder and his kisses trailing along her jaw, he felt the charged sensation of Pansy’s wet tongue moving from his bollocks to her clit. Hermione clamped down harshly, almost suffocating him and nearly strangling the cum from his balls.

“She fucking loves that. Keep going, Pans,” Draco encouraged.

And she did.

Pansy kept her licking in sync with Draco’s thrusts, her movements perfectly timed. Hermione was wriggling and squirming from his grasp, struggling to control her mounting orgasm.

“Cum for us… filthy little Gryffindor slut for your Slytherins…” Draco pounded as he felt them all building towards that same face-flushing, toe-tingling peak.

With one hand tangled in Pansy’s hair, he kept her head secure, hearing the sloppy sounds of her spitting and flicking all over where the three of them met.

It was all so fucking hot—Hermione’s bouncing tits as he split her open, Pansy pressed against Draco’s thighs, lapping at their mixing fluids like an animal in heat.

“Draco…” Hermione cried as her walls contracted violently, the intensity of her orgasm crippled her entire body.

Draco, with no strength left to hold anything back, unleashed his own cum deep inside her, ramming forcefully to ensure his seed was fucked so far back that it’d be dripping out for days.

Pansy swept in with one final sensitive lick over where their combined fluids began to leak.

“You are so fucking sexy, Granger…” Pansy said, standing up and petting Hermione’s hair. She used Draco’s body as a chair, regaining her strength while he peppered kisses along her neck.

“She’s right… you’re a fucking goddess,” Draco whispered “Please tell me you’ll let me have you again,” he added selfishly.

“Have you again?! What about me?” Pansy chided, stamping her foot slightly.

Draco pulled his witch deeper into Pansy’s bed. Opening his arms, allowing both women to crawl in and take comfort on his chest. Surprisingly, Pansy joined them as well without further dispute.

“Can I have you both?” Hermione asked shyly, placing a kiss on Draco’s chest and leaning over to kiss Parkinson's lips. Both women wrapped their legs over his— their tits pressed against his sides. Despite the remnants of all of their orgasms smeared on his cock, he found himself getting hard all over again.

“Who knew Gryffindors were so greedy?” Pansy chuckled.

“Well… I want you both… sometimes together, and then maybe… sometimes alone?” Hermione suggested. Pansy’s ears perked up, and she glanced at Draco to gauge his reaction.

He fucking loved the idea. Knowing Pansy’s tendency to get bored easily. He was determined that when he was alone with Granger, he would make sure to fuck her so hard that Parkinson could never replicate the experience.

“That sounds like a fair deal to me, Malfoy,” Parkinson smirked.

“Whatever she wants,” Draco grinned, looking at Hermione’s face —flushed and rosy.

“Ugh, gods, don’t tell me he’s going to be the favorite,” Pansy pouted.

“Jealousy doesn’t suit you, Pans. Why don’t I teach Granger how to eat your cunt? Will that make you feel better?”

Both women’s eyes sparkled as they looked at each other and nodded fervently.

Fucking hell.

This was the best night of his life.




Art commissioned for this piece by SparklesMagicLightLove <3