A/N: Co-Written by Mrs. Ren and weestarmeggie, and we made a joint account so our mains don't get deleted. Because this is pure filth. Updates most likely once a week. Enjoy.

The whole thing was Daphne's fault.

"Just try it," she said, fluttering her eyelashes in what was clearly a well practised attempt to lure Hermione. "I promise you'll like it."

Hermione hadn't been worried she wouldn't like it. She'd been concerned about how it would give her unrealistic expectations for the rest of her life. How could she possibly fall into a relationship with a 'regular joe' once she'd been fucked six ways to sunday by professional pornstars?

When she shared her worries with her roommate, and best friend since primary school though Daphne had simply laughed and winked. Hermione tried not to think too hard on what that meant.

It was how she'd ended up here - surrounded by several strangers, some of them glancing at her curiously, bright stage lights, and expensive cameras. Before she could worry about breaking something, Daphne took hold of her wrist and guided her through the set, sneaking behind the cameras while a scene was filmed.

Hermione's eyes lingered on the man who was buried inside of a shrieking blonde. Dark hair stuck to his forehead from sweat, and his arms flexed as he shifted her into place on his, presumably, hard cock. The girl wasn't facing him as she rode him, instead looking at the camera - too directly for it seem realistic. And then the man looked up at Hermione, his eyes raking her up and down from behind the bint's back.

Hermione felt her cheeks heat up, and looked back to Daphne, but there was a niggling hope in the back of her mind that he would be one of the ones she filmed with. Daphne didn't let her linger though. She dragged her across the lot to even more sets and more men who she wouldn't mind finding herself underneath. Hermione blushed when they all greeted her politely and looked her over just as the first man had done. It was when Daphne dragged her to the canteen for a spot of light lunch, "just a salad. You don't want to be bloated," that she was introduced to the man who'd been filming earlier and his equally attractive friend with blonde hair and grey eyes.

"You must be Hermione," the blonde said, rolling her name with his tongue and smirking. "We've heard all about you."

Hermione's eyes widened as she looked to Daph accusingly before dragging her gaze back to the two men in front of her. "I'm not sure what you could have heard about me considering I"m new to all of this." She motioned down the way they'd came, back towards all the sets.

"I wouldn't say you're completely new to this," Daphne said, flipping her hair over her shoulder. "I mean, you did have to send me that video to show my boss. It's the video that got you hired, you know."

"And what?" Hermione hissed, turning away from the men; both of whom were smirking at her red cheeks. "Everyone else has seen my amateur sex tape with my fucking ex?"

"Not everyone," the brunette cleared his throat. "I'm Tom by the way." He held his hand out, and when he grabbed hers - to shake it, she'd thought. - he grazed his lips across her knuckles instead. "Draco and I have seen it more than once. Grindelwald really shouldn't leave his office open."

She squeaked. "Multiple times?"

Draco shrugged. "You'll be a natural at this."

The pair of them turned at someone calling their name, a short woman with eclectic pink hair, wearing a mic set, and blowing bubbles with her gum as she walked briskly across the canteen. "You're both late for your scene at," she glanced down at her clipboard. "set five. You'll have time to get to know Miss Granger later this week."

Tom's grin was barely there. "So, Grindelwald approved our request then?"

The woman, 'Tonks', Hermione would later learn, simply nodded. "Yes. Now hurry up. Time is money and all that other bullshit," she said before she turned on her heel and disappeared again.

"Well," Draco drawled, "that's my motivation for getting through this scene with Ginevra," he shuddered.

"Who's Ginevra?" Hermione asked.

It was Tom who answered her, his voice low and rumbling as he scowled. "She's a complete pain in the arse, but redheads are popular right now."

Daphne smirked beside her and tugged on one of Hermione's lustrous brown curls. "I don't know boys. I'd say brunettes will be dominating the market again before you know it." Tom and Draco's grins were feral.

"Right you are Greengrass," Tom muttered, flicking his eyes between her and Hermione before settling them on Draco. "Well it was lovely to meet you, Hermione. I'm sure we'll be seeing plenty more of you."

"Yes," Draco added, "don't be afraid to come," he flicked his tongue over his lips and Hermione felt her breath hitch at the implied innuendo, "and visit us." Then he and Tom turned on their heels and left.

Hermione found that the idea of just that excited her just as much as it terrified her.

It was when Hermione finally got her timetable for the week that she realised just what Tom and Draco's request had been. Her first 'scene' was with them.

Both of them.

Together.

Hermione had almost choked on her water when she'd opened the email and saw that.

"You're so lucky," Daphne sighed when Hermione told her. "My first scene was with Goldstein and," she shuddered. Hermione wondered how on earth it could have been that bad. "They'll treat you like a fucking queen."

"You've been with them?"

Daphne scoffed. "No. The only two I get to DP with these days is Theo and Harry." Hermione rolled her eyes.

"Yes. And you're surely suffering the consequences. You get to fuck them all day long at work and then come home and do the exact same." She said and Daphne smirked up at her. Hermione pursed her lips and folded her arms across her chest. "How do you know it'll-"

"Because. They're both good at their jobs and the best Grindelwald has on retainer. They'll make it special Hermione. You won't be able to get the feel of them out of your mind for weeks after," she paused and gave Hermione a small smile that was filled with wonder and promises, a look she often saw on her best friends face when she talked about Harry and Theo and it made Hermione squirm, "if ever."

Daphne never filmed on thursdays so she was happy to spend the morning in the hair and makeup trailer while a woman called Rita, with tight blonde ringlets and too red lipstick, plucked and pulled at every stray hair on Hermione's body before she fixed her curls so that they spilled down her back in rivulets and then painted her face with makeup Daphne promised wouldn't run with sweat and tears.

"I'm nervous," Hermione murmured as she stood, with Daphne at her side, in nothing but her 'costume' and a white robe to protect her modesty until the director called 'action'. Daphne gripped her by the shoulders and turned her so that they were facing one another.

"It will be fine. Hermione," her friend said, smiling teasingly up at her, "it will be fucking fantastic. Literally. And if anything gets too much, you can always stop. No one is going to be mad or anything. God knows I've called halt in the middle of a scene before." Hermione nodded and took a deep breath.

"Go on," Daphne nudged, "I'll be right here the whole time."

Hermione stepped forwards and passed her robe to the director's assistant, a girl named Luna, who gave her a bright, encouraging smile as she did so.

The script had said that Hermione would be playing the role of an exotic dancer. Tom and Draco were business men who'd found themselves at the establishment she worked in after a long, hard day at work. Hermione had laughed at the innuendo. The premise then evolved into the pair of them selecting her for a private dance in one of the many back-rooms, where a strict no touching policy was enforced.

It didn't take a rocket scientist to know what that implied.

So when she stepped through the door and found the pair of them sitting together and talking quietly on a smooth black leather couch, glasses of what she assumed was apple juice but was meant to look like whiskey, being knocked back by each of them, she pulled her bottom lip between her teeth and cleared her throat.

"Evening gentlemen," she said, quietly enough to be realistic but loud enough so that the various mics hanging above their heads caught the sound of her breathy greeting. Both of them looked up at the sound of the door closing behind her and Hermione watched their eyes darken imperceptibly as they raked over the barely there shift of a dress that was her costume. She ignored the two cameramen in the corners of the room and moved towards her co-stars, her stride confident, her hips swaying. She came to a stop in front of them and bent over. She knew that the third camera behind her would be zero-ing in on her arse as she did because she felt the material of her dress lift until barely half her arse cheeks were covered.

She lifted Tom's glass from his fingers and confidently knocked the liquid back, letting a drop of it spill from the corner of her mouth and slip down her chin, neck and decolletage. "I hear you fella's paid for a private dance," she murmured, flicking her eyes between the two of them and shivering when she saw both their eyes follow the droplet.

Hermione hadn't known the two men for long, only a handful of days but she knew that if she chose to climb into Draco's lap first that Tom wouldn't be able to help himself. Plus the script hadn't dictated how exactly they begun their scene - only that they would both be fucking her and that by the end they'd be coming all over her face. It was infinitely more dirty than anything she had done with her ex.

She hovered over Draco's lap and let her bare cunt brush against his crotch. Hermione smirked at Draco's hiss and without looking at him, passed her empty tumbler back to Tom. She closed her eyes and let her head fall back as she proceeded to grind against Draco. When she felt his hands begin to creep up her thighs she remembered one of the few lines she had and stilled in his lap. "We have a strict no touching policy here at 'Moonys'," she said, purposefully widening her eyes innocently and pulling her bottom lip between her teeth.

"Oh," Tom interrupted, setting the tumbler she'd handed back to him down on the ledge beside them and lifting a hand to pull at the nipple that had slipped free from her 'dress' - Hermione's eyes snapped to his- "I think we can forget about that," he smirked, ducking his head to pull the nipple in question between his teeth and nipping it, "just you concentrate on dancing love."

"But- I-" She swivelled her head about dramatically, checking to make sure she wasn't about to be caught by her employers, "fuck!"

"Later," Tom mumbled around the mouthful of tit he was sucking on, pulling his mouth free and immediately pinching the pebbled nipple between his fingers, "dance for us. It's what we paid for after all."

She nodded shakily and stood from Draco's lap before she began to sway her hips. She dragged her hands through her hair and let the barely audible music, which she knew would be enhanced in post production, take her away. She got so into the music that it was only when she felt two pairs of hands on her, slipping the dress she wore, from her body that the reality of the situation really sunk in.

She was about to be fucked, undoubtedly hard, by two men who had frequented her thoughts more than a reasonable amount considering how little time she had actually known them in the past few days, and she couldn't wait.

She dazedly blinked her eyes open when she stood naked before them and flashed them both her most "good-girl-I've-never-done-anything-like-this-before" smile.

Draco was on her in a second, lifting her into his arms as he ducked his head and pulled a pert nipple between his teeth, both hands kneading her arse as he pressed himself against her through the placket of his trousers. Hermione let her hands slip from around his neck and began to work the buttons of his shirt open as he walked them back towards the couch. A quick glance in Tom's direction found him watching the pair of them with heavy lidded eyes as he poured himself another drink from the decanter beside them and when he flicked his eyes up to meet her gaze, Hermione shuddered at the dark promise in them.

"Please," she whimpered when Draco bit down particularly hard on a nipple and shifted her so that he had not one, not two, but three fingers sliding into her cunt. Draco pressed a hand against the small of her back so that the camera behind her could get a good view and she had never felt so thankful to be working with such professionals.

"You're so eager love," he murmured against her neck as she writhed in his lap, her cunt clenching around his fingers as she experienced what was no doubt only her first orgasm of the night when suddenly she was being lifted out of his lap to her feet.

"My turn," Tom breathed against the shell of her ear, replacing Draco's fingers with his own and slowly sliding them against her folds. "You're very wet," he said, "do all your clients make you feel this good?"

She shook her head, playing the part of the innocent dancer who'd never done anything so dirty in her life. Tom chuckled behind her and that was when Hermione realised that he'd stripped because the hard length of him was pressing against her arse.

She whined and arched herself against him. "Oh no love," he said, pushing her to her knees in front of Draco, who was stroking his own hard length with his hand, "first you're going to please us and then," he wrapped her hair around his knuckled and directed her so that her mouth was only millimetres from the tip of Draco's cock, "and then if you're good we'll please you."

She flicked her eyes in Draco's direction and jerked her head in supplication. "I'll be good," she said, right before she opened her mouth and took the length of him down her throat. She wasn't sure either man was expecting her to take Draco down to the hilt. The very amateur sex tape she'd made with her ex had shown her giving a blow job of course, but Viktor's cock was nowhere near as long as either of the men's she was currently having sex with and she knew they were shocked.

Draco hissed and Tom groaned and then he was moving her head up and down Draco's cock telling her how good she was and how they knew they'd picked the right girl from the moment they'd seen her straddling that pole and-

Hermione gasped when Tom pulled her from Draco's cock and quickly stepping round, directed her mouth onto his instead. She blinked up at him, tears streaming from the corners of her eyes as he fucked her mouth, his hips jerking quickly against her face. Hermione felt like a goddess at his feet. Sure, she was the one being used like a fuckhole, but the looks on both Tom and Draco's faces had her feeling like the most powerful woman in the world.

Both these men were professionals. Had no doubt had their fair share of lovers in and out of the bedroom, on and off set. But Hermione remembered the first time she'd ever seen Tom as he'd fucked Lavender - he'd looked bored. Hermione looked up at him and found him looking down at her in awe as she wrapped her tongue around the head of his cock.

He didn't look bored now.

She let his cock slide from her throat and placed a delicate kiss to its tip before she stood from her knees and looked between the two of them and smiled coyly. "Is that all you've got?"

They growled.

Tom lifted her into his arms and she barely had a chance to take a breath before he was slamming her down onto his cock. "Oh God," she groaned, digging her nails into his shoulder as he fucked her, his cock sliding into her before he pulled back, so only the tip remained, and did it again.

When she felt Draco step up behind her, she didn't hesitate to wrap one arm around his neck and pull his mouth to hers even as he thrust his cock against her ass. "In me," she managed to gasp, "I want you in me too."

For a second, she forgot she was supposed to be acting. The feel of both these incredibly fit, handsome, naked men pressed against her had robbed her of the fact that this wasn't real. That it was her job.

Draco slipped his hand between her arse and found her already soaked and Hermione could feel him smirking against her shoulder as he pressed two fingers into her. The pressure was exquisite and Tom hissed as she bucked in his arms. "Not yet," Draco said, removing his fingers and smearing her wetness over his cock, "I want to be in you too this time."

Tom stilled his hips and took the chance to kiss her, his tongue mimicking the thrusts his cock had been giving her only seconds ago and then Draco was pressing his cock into her arse and -

It was the most intense thing Hermione had ever experienced in her life. She'd never felt so full or cherished or desired than she did in that moment when she went completely boneless in their arms. And when she'd had a second to come back to herself and she caught the look Tom and Draco were sharing with each other over her shoulder, she jerked her hips between them and when their eyes flicked to meet hers instead of each others and they began to move again - she'd never felt so wanton or dirty or slutty.

"You filthy girl," Tom said, holding her in place by the hips and sliding his cock ever so fucking slowly into her cunt, "You love this don't you?"

She threw her head back and moaned her agreement, words impossible.

"I think, no," Draco grit out, as he too slid his cock, until only the tip remained in her arse before he thrust the full length of himself back into her, "I know that she loves it. Loves being filled with cock like a dirty little slut."

Hermione nodded her head fervently, barely able to hold onto both of them as they fucked her.

They picked up the pace, having decided that she'd had enough time to become accustomed to them both spreading her open. "The only way she could be more of a dirty little whore is if she had a cock filling her hot little mouth too," Tom said. Hermione mewled between them as they both chuckled.

"We'll have to bring Black along with us next time then," Draco said, "she can bounce on our cocks and he can fuck her pretty little mouth till its dripping with come."

She jerked between them.

"Oh she likes that idea," Tom said, angling his hips so that everytime he slid her onto his cock his pubic bone was pressing against her clit. "Don't you love?" She nodded. "Want to practise now?"

They didn't give her a chance to reply. Draco slid from her arse and lifted her from Tom's cock till she was on her knees and she was looking up at them and then they were both working their hands over their cocks and -

She barely had a chance to close her eyes before she felt their hot come coating her face. She opened her mouth and licked her lips as they came all over her and when she opened her eyes it was to find them both collapsed in their seats again watching her.

"Come here love," Tom said, beckoning her towards them with the crook of his finger. "Come here and we'll reward you for being such a good girl."

Hermione smirked and began to crawl towards them.

"CUT!"

She blinked.

Then blinked again when the lights came up and suddenly there were half a dozen people walking onto the set, and there was wipes being thrust into her hands and someone else was working the robe, she vaguely remembered handing off to an assistant some time ago, onto her body before Daphne was there hugging her and congratulating her and telling her how well she'd done.

"That was amazing Hermione," Daphne squealed hugging her tightly. "And so hot Oh my God! Just wait till everyone sees it."

Hermione could only nod dumbly.

"Granger?"

Hermione's head snapped up from where she'd been staring at her shoes. "Tom. Draco. Hey," she managed to say. Both of them were fully dressed, dark jeans and t-shirts that flattered f their bodies but made a thrill of desire shudder through Hermione.

Daphne had left her a while ago to go see Harry and Theo.

"I'll be ten minutes, fifteen tops, then we can go out to dinner to celebrate the success of your first day."

"What can I do for you?"

They both shrugged. "Nothing," Tom smirked. "We just wanted to say welcome to the family."

Draco rolled his eyes. "And to congratulate you. Not everyone can take two cocks so well. And certainly not our cocks," he leered.

Hermione snorted. "Well thanks. I had a go-"

"Hermione are you ready to- Oh hello boys," Daphne interrupted looking up from her phone to see Draco and Tom, who'd both moved further into the room.

"Daphne."

"Greengrass."

She smirked at Hermione, her eyebrows lifting as if to ask 'What do we have here?'

"Anyway," Hermione said, standing and grabbing her bag, "Thanks for dropping by. Daphne and I have plans-"

"Which you're welcome to-"

"So we'll just be going now. Bye."

She grabbed Daphne by the arm and pulled her from her dressing room.

"See you tomorrow," Daphne called over her shoulder before she tucked her arm into the crook of Hermione's elbow.

"They like you," she said as they walked towards Daphne's car. Hermione snorted. "They do," she protested. "I've known them for a long time Hermione. Trust me."

"Ah ha," Hermione said, refusing to let her best friends words take root, "get in the car Greengrass."

Daphne laughed. "Mark my words Hermione. Those two - well…" She trailed off and fixed Hermione with a look. "Don't say I didn't warn you.