It was winter break at Hogwarts, so many of the six years were having fun at a wizarding club. As Hermione danced at the club, she sipped red wine. Draco, her boyfriend, watched her, laughing at her dancing. She was almost drunk, so seeing her was hilarious. She spilled some red wine on her nice shirt. "Fuck," she says, thinking about how best to do this. She could change her shirt, or just take it off. She goes with the latter, slipping it off, giving it to Draco, and continues her night. "Hey babe," said a tall man with ginger hair. Hermione's boyfriend, Fred, had shown up late. After Draco wasn't watching, she dragged Fred out of the club. He booked them a room for the night at the nearest hotel. Although Draco, not exactly trusting drunk Hermione, followed when he saw her leave the club. He went into the hotel. "Excuse me, Miss?" He asked to get the women's attention. "Which room did you just give my two friends? They are extremely drunk," She bit her lip and winked. "You don't have to interrupt them," she said. Draco rolled his eyes. "You can stay with me," she said, not getting it. "No, I'm fine, thank you. What was their room?" He asked. She sighed. "Third floor. Room 5330," "Thank you," he said, before hopping into the elevator up to the third floor. He watched the room numbers as he rushed passed them. They had been in there 20 minutes. He found their room and pressed his ear aginst the door. "Yes, Freddy, yesss. Ooh that feels so good. Harder baby, harder. Faster, faster. Haaaa," She moaned and panted. The slapping sound grew louder and increased in pace. Draco rapped his knuckles on the door. "Housekeeping," he called. Hermione gasped and opened the door a crack. "Draaco?" She giggled, before pulling him in the room, and, slamming the door shut. She pressed her lips against his as she pushed him up aginst the wall. She unbuttoned his shirt and threw it to the side. Soon his trouseres and his boxers were with it. She pulled him to the bed and pushed him down so he laid next to Fred. She put her mouth over Draco's head, before going down a little farther. She went up, and every time she went down, she took in more. He moaned. She got on her hands and knees, while Fred took her doggy style. She just kept going on Draco until he almost burst. She then stopped. Fred and Draco laid next to each other, and Hermione took Draco in the front and Fred in the back door. She moaned out her orgasm onto Draco, who blew inside her. She got off and turned around, letting them switch. As she bounced, Fred blew inside her as well. She had another climax right there, moaning like a wanton whore. As all of it poured out of her like a waterfall, the two got a meal out of her. She moaned at the feeling. She came again, and they licked up every drop of her sweet juices. They crawled up on either side of her, and the three fell asleep right there.
NINE MONTHS LATER
It was September, and after concealing it her previous year, seventh year Hermione Granger was heavily pregnant. She sat between Fred and Draco in Dumbledore's office. "Anything to say for yourselves, boys? Ms. Granger said you are the only possible fathers." The head master said to them. "Well," said Draco. "I think it's pretty self explanatory."