(AN: I don't own Harry Potter or any other known characters. Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling, I'm just playing in her sandbox. This chapter is mostly smut. If that's not your cup of tea, then don't bother reading it. I am reposting this chapter after making some minor edits and changing a few things. Enjoy and please review!)
She thought she was going to go insane. Over the last three months, the Head Boy, Harry Potter, and his best friend, Draco Malfoy, better known as the Silver Duo, and two of the most sought-after boys in school, had been flirting relentlessly with her, and making it impossible for her to ignore them. And now, for the foreseeable future, she and the two aforementioned Slytherins were stuck in the Heads Tower due to the violent storm outside that was affecting all the magic in the castle. The warming and cooling charms on the castle were on the fritz, and right now, it was unbearably hot in the Heads Tower. Hermione was in the common room, down to her tank top, and silver lace knickers. Her hair was up in a bun on her head, and she had an everlasting icepack pressed to the back of her neck, trying to stay cool. But it still wasn't enough. Her white tank top was soaked with sweat but it was just too hot to move.
She was laying on the couch in the common room, it was the middle of bloody December, and it felt like the seventh circle of Hell in the Heads dorms. Harry and Draco were up in Harry's room, doing Merlin knew what. An announcement had been made over the intercom system that due to the volatility of the storm, the ambient magic that helped run the castle, was malfunctioning. And all students were to stay in their common rooms until the storm passed. Earlier in the day, the Heads Dorms had been freezing cold, and Hermione had been bundled up in several layers, until just an hour ago, the Heating Charms had kicked into overdrive and now it was so fucking hot. The only reason that she wasn't laying in a puddle of misery up in her room, she was too hot and miserable to move off the couch.
She barely managed to turn her head when she heard Harry's bedroom door open, and suddenly, she wished she hadn't. The two Slytherin boys were shirtless, and both were wearing low slung joggers, showing off their well-toned upper bodies. Her eyes unerringly followed the beads of sweat that were sliding down their chests and disappearing when they hit the sharp, well-defined V just above the waistband of their low-slung joggers. She didn't even notice that they were both staring at the tank top that was sticking to her otherwise bare upper body, or the tiny knickers that did nothing to cover her modest. But she did notice the growing tents in their pants and she felt her body flood with heat of a different kind.
Harry and Draco had been up in Harry's room thinking about how they could get Hermione Granger, the Head Girl, into their bed. The two boys were well known for chasing anything in a skirt, and bedding the eager girls of Hogwarts. But this year they had shocked everyone by only chasing after one skirt. The one belonging to the Head Girl, Hermione Granger, and the only girl who didn't fall for their smiles, charm and good looks. They had been doing everything in their power to get the girl to see them as more than skirt chasers, but so far, she hadn't fallen for their charms. The two may not have been bedding anything with a pussy or nice set of legs, or a great set of tits, but that didn't mean they weren't bedding anyone. They had been friends since they were in nappies, but they had also been lovers since their fourth year at school. They had both been each other's first, pretty much everything. The two bedded anything with a skirt, but they also bedded each other.
This morning, when they had first been told to stay in the dorm, due to the storm, it had been freezing cold. So, the two boys had fallen into bed with each other to work up a sweat and keep each other warm. But just a few hours ago, the Cooling Charms had finally shut off, only for the Heating Charms to go on the fritz. It was now extremely stuffy and hot in the Heads Tower, and the boys had only dressed in a low-slung joggers.
"Let's go downstairs. The elves can still move about the castle, maybe we can get them to bring us up a huge bucket of ice." Harry said.
"I'll do you one better. Lolly!" Draco called.
Draco's personal house elf popped up.
"Yes, Master Draco? What can Lolly do for you?" the little elf asked.
"Can you bring us up a bucket of Everlasting Ice and an Ever filling, ice cold jug of butterbeer please. And leave them in the kitchen please." Draco asked.
"Yes, Master Draco." The little elf said before popping out with a bow.
The two boys headed down the stairs and stopped at the sight of the Head Girl laying on the couch with her wild hair up in a messy bun and she had an ice pack pressed to the back of her neck. She was wearing a tight little white wife beater and a pair of tiny silver knickers. The tank top she was wearing was soaked through with sweat, leaving it perfectly molded to her clearly bare breasts. The boys could see the light pink color of her nipples through the wet fabric. Both boys were getting hard. They were broken out of their reverie when they heard Lolly pop into the kitchen and they headed to the kitchen.
Hermione watched the two boys walk into the kitchen. They returned a few minutes later with a large bucket of ice and a jug of ice cold butterbeer.
"Well Granger, I didn't think the prim and proper prudish Head Girl would be prancing around the Heads Dorms in just her tiny little knickers." Draco said as he grabbed a piece of ice and pressed it against the back of his neck before settling on the couch across from her.
"It's fucking hot in here Malfoy. And just because I don't throw myself like an eager little slut at you and your little friends, doesn't mean I am a prude, or prim and proper. Contrary to popular belief, I am not an innocent little virgin as everyone believes me to be. I've had a few lovers over the years. I'm just not a fucking slut who flaunts herself like some of the girls that are desperate enough to throw themselves at any man that will have them." Hermione said.
Both boys were surprised to hear that the girl that they believed to be an innocent virgin was actually not so innocent after all.
"I think any guy that nailed you would be bragging about it, Granger. They wouldn't be able to help themselves. So why haven't we heard any rumors circulating about any guys nailing that tight little body of yours." Harry said.
Hermione grabbed a piece of ice from the bucket in front of her and began rubbing it on her neck and upper chest. The chill of the ice felt good on her overheated skin.
"Because I haven't spread my legs for any of the boys here. I go to a summer camp in America every year and the boys there all go gooey over a girl with an accent like mine. I lost my virginity to my camp counselor when I was fifteen. He was nineteen and damn he was fine. After that, I rolled around 'in the hay' so to speak with a few of the boys from the camp. They really liked rolling between the sheets with me because I am quite flexible both in bed and out. Yoga does wonders for a girl in the bedroom." Hermione said.
Both boys were gawking at her with their mouths hanging open. She rolled her eyes. She was definitely tired of their teasing and flirting, it was time to turn the tables on them.
"I've been told that I give great head. And a few boys have also said that they love the fact that I am so vocal during sex with them, and that I give it as good as I get it. I even had a threesome with two really hot twins last summer. Their cabin was right down the path from mine and I would sneak into their cabin after bed check and we would go at it like horny baby monkeys all night long. One would fuck me in my cunt or my ass while I sucked the other one off or gave him a titty fuck, and sometimes they would double team me, and both would stick their cocks into my pussy or my ass at the same time and fill me to bursting with their cum. And my old camp counselor came back last summer as well, and in between nailing the Baker twins, I would ride Davis' cock for all it was worth. That boy really liked my ass and my tits. He said my tits were the most perfect he had ever seen. I am hoping this summer, unless I finally have a more permanent lover, he would be willing to have another fling with me at camp." Hermione said.
Both boys were now both breathing hard and they both had very obvious bulges in their pajama pants. Hermione decided to throw caution to the wind and she reached down to the bottom hem of her sweat soaked tank top and pulled it up over her head. She threw it across the room and grabbed another piece of ice before bringing it up to her bare breasts before using the freezing piece of ice to circle her nipples.
"Shit!" both boys hissed.
She stood up and wiggled out of her knickers and threw them at the boys. Then she sat back down and spread her legs, giving the two boys now paying rapt attention to her a great view of her slick, swollen folds. She reached down and started circling her clit with her fingers with one hand while the other hand came up to play with her breasts.
"You two…fuck…have…. fuck…. been teasing me…. shit…for the past three months…. shit, shit, shit…I have spent the last three months in a constant state of arousal, not being able to sate the lust that…shiiiiiiittt…. you two have ignited it me…. And frankly, I am…. fuck, fuck, fucking hell…tired of it… So are you to going to stop…shit…. teasing me and finally…. fuck…fuck…fuuuuuuuuck…. fuck me, or are you going to continue to be all talk and no…. bloody hell…shit…shit…shit…fucking action." Hermione panted as she continued to play with her clit and nipples.
The looks that she was getting from the two boys in front of her emboldened her and she continued to rub her clit as she used the fingers of her other hand to part her swollen quim and slid them inside herself, curling her fingers up and moaning when she brushed her fingers over her g-spot.
Harry and Draco were dreaming, they bloody had to be. There was no way that the woman they had been panting after was naked and masturbating in front of them. But her moans sounded really, and they could smell her arousal from where they were sitting, And the pain of their erections was most definitely real. When she slid the fingers of the hand not playing with her clit, into her own quim, and started fingering herself, they were still frozen, watching her get herself off. When her fingers started pumping in and out of her, and her arousal started seeping out over her fingers, they finally snapped. Both boys got up and tore off their pajama pants before making their way to the other side of the table.
Draco's fingers joined Hermione's and he slid them inside her quim, helping her get herself off. He grabbed her hair and crushed her lips in a bruising kiss with his own. Harry attached his mouth to one of her nipples and pushed Hermione's other hand out of the way and started rubbing her clit in fast, tight circles. They continued to tease her and touch her until a few minutes later when she tore her mouth away from Draco's, threw her head back, and came with a long, lusty scream. She started squirting, and Draco and Harry continued to move their fingers over her clit and in and out of her spasming body until she finally collapsed against the couch. They pulled away from her a few moments later.
They didn't give her time to completely relax. Harry pulled her body into his lap and with her back pressed against his chest, he slid his now lubed up cock into her tight ass. He hissed as he bottomed out and spread Hermione's legs for Draco to get between. Draco lined himself up with her front entrance and plunged himself, in one thrust, inside her tight, searing heat.
"SHIT!" she screamed as the two boys started to fuck her.
Both these boys were the most well-endowed lovers she had ever had. All the boys in America had had big cocks, but these two were in a class all their own. They were going to split her in half, and she was loving every fucking minute of it.
A few days later, the storm was finally over and the magic of the castle was finally back in sync. The students were finally able to leave their dorms and they all headed down to the Great Hall for some much-needed freedom. Three students were missing, but nobody seemed to pay any mind to the fact that both the Head Boy and Head Girl were A.W.O.L or that Draco Malfoy was gone as well. They were just happy to finally be free of the confines of their common rooms. Not only had the Heating and Cooling Charms been malfunctioning over the past few days, the magic of the portraits had been faulty as well, causing the portraits guarding the school Houses not to work, keeping the students locked in their school Houses, with only the House elves bringing them their meals. The last thing they were apt to think about was the missing Head Girl and Boy, and a Slytherin Prefect.
The Head Girl was currently sandwiched between the Head Boy and his best friend, in the Head Boy's room, tangled up in the sheets on his bed. The three of them had spent the last three days making use of every solid and semi-solid surface of the Heads Tower. The Heating Charms had finally stopped working, and the Cooling Charms had kicked in again, causing the three of them to move their amorous activities to the bathroom, where they could make use of the large bath and shower. Hermione had showed the two boys exactly how flexible she was in bed and out. And she had also showed them all the tricks she had learned over her last four years at summer camp.
The three lovers had finally collapsed in Harry's bed from exhaustion the night before. The three students were currently dead to the world and uncaring that the storm was finally over and they could finally leave the Heads' Tower. The two Slytherins had finally gotten what they wanted and had decided that opinions be damned, they were going to continue exploring their new relationship. No matter what. The two snakes had finally caught the eagle and they weren't giving her up for anything in the world.
