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These next few weeks of my life will be a bit busy. I'm a nanny and the family I work for is due to have their baby on the 28th of this month (October 2016) sooooo I have no clue if my schedule will remain the same/change/get more crazy. I ask for patience, because Chapter 3 is being written.
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Hogsmeade and a Gift
By Thursday evening, Hermione was a quivering mess. All day long, she had been banishing thoughts of what the three of them might get up to. Thoughts of long pale fingers, beautiful green eyes closing in pleasure, and the feel of their lips moving against her lips, and down her body replayed in her mind.
Giving it up as a lost cause, she closed her charms book and placed it back in her bag. She said her goodbyes to the common room, and made her way up to her dorm. Thank Merlin that the dorm was still empty.
It was now just her and Parvati in the dorm room that had appeared to accommodate the 8th year students. Similar dorm rooms had popped up in every house in Hogwarts, and she again marveled at how amazing magic was.
Lavender hadn't come back for their 8th year, choosing instead to accept the honorary diploma all eighth year students could have taken. During the Battle she had been attacked by Fenrir Greyback, and while she was not a werewolf, she choose to stay away from the public eye, and Hermione suspected it was because of the scars that covered her body.
Closing her eyes, she fell backwards on her bed, her mind far away. When she and Ron had been together it had just happened, there was no romance, no big gesture from him that screamed he couldn't be without her and that she was all he had ever wanted. No flowers, candy, or real dates. Just two people who had been friends for a long time who were comfortable with one another. She couldn't recall if she had ever heard him say that she was attractive.
Crying out in frustration, she got up and stormed over to the full length mirror by the bathroom door. She sighed, tilting her head to one side as she took in her reflection. Her eyes were wide and a soft whiskey brown, which she assumed was pretty enough. Her cheeks were round and seemed perpetually flushed as of late. Her hair was a sore spot, it was wild and seemed to have a mind of its own, and when she was overly emotional it would crackle at the tips with unshed magic. Tilting her head to the side again, she bit into her lower lip, but quickly released it, she could assume they were ok lips, at least Draco had said they were perfect.
Before she looked down at her body, she pulled her wand from her robes and warded the door. The locked door would mean that if Parvati did come back, she'd have to knock. They had come to an understanding about locked doors back in second year when they needed to change. She took off all her clothes including her school robes, which gave her an absolute shapeless appearance. Her skirt, tie, and white oxford came next, and soon she was standing in just her bra, knickers and knee-highs.
She knew she wasn't as curvy and voluptuous as Lavender was, but she did have some shape, and she had put weight back on since last year when they had been on the run with very little food. Her legs were shapely. She supposed and her chest was large enough for her body. She just didn't feel beautiful, but both Harry and Draco had said that she was. She wanted to believe them, but she'd just never been told; her parents had preferred to tell her how smart she was.
She banished her clothes into the hamper in the bathroom, before climbing into bed. Once under the covers Hermione summoned her book, and began to read. She tried to focus on the words and enjoy the story, but her mind just would not let go of Draco's possessive kisses, or the feel of his body against hers.
She set the book down, giving it up as a lost cause. Double-checking the wards on the door, she slid her hand down her body, teasing her nipples through her plain white bra. Hermione moaned, her fingers moving under the elastic of her knickers and gently circling her clit. She had been throbbing with need all day, every time her eyes fell on Draco or Harry, but especially Draco.
Moving faster in the delicate rhythm that she loved, she imagined what Saturday would be like. Certainly there would be more snogging, more touching. She hoped they would let her explore them, having never had the opportunity before. Her core throbbed deliciously wanting to be filled, and she hoped that it would happen Saturday. Imagining being with both of them happily at the same time was too much and as she imagined their mouths moving against her body she fell apart.
Breathing heavily, she sighed, and while the want inside of her had not been filled, she was at least sated for the evening. She hoped to Merlin that she could make it through classes tomorrow before escaping to the dorms for relief. Saturday could not come fast enough.
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Suddenly, it was Saturday, and the nerves had taken over. Throwing the covers off of her, she dressed in her favorite t-shirt and jeans, grabbed a jumper for the trip to Hogsmeade, and headed down to the Great Hall for breakfast.
She was one of the first to arrive, which didn't bother her. She removed a book from her beaded bag, before she made herself a bowl of oatmeal and fruit. The book had accomplished exactly what she hoped it would; it distracted her.
Her nerves the last few days had been almost unbearable. It wasn't as though she was scared, just nervous to be taking such a step with two wizards who weren't exactly wooing her. It was her own traitorous thoughts that were causing her worry about what this made her. Wouldn't some people call her a whore for sleeping with two wizards with no commitment?
One of them was her best friend in the world, and had been involved with the other wizard for sometime. He had vouched for the other man's character. She wasn't going into this without a second thought, but Harry had been right; they had been through enough already, wasn't it time they found some enjoyment in life?
She focused on the words of the book, and made it a few more pages before she felt like she was being watched. She looked around the Great Hall, which was still somewhat empty. Confused, she almost looked back at her book until she glanced at the Slytherin table.
Her eyes locked onto Draco's grey ones that had watched her for the past few minutes. He smirked at her, causing her cheeks to redden. This exact scene had played out multiple times a day between the two of them. She looked around the Great Hall hoping that no one had seen him, and it was clear from her sweep, no one was paying them any attention.
Looking back at him, she noticed he was mouthing something at her. She narrowed her eyes, looking at his lips closely.
Hogsmeade?
Hermione thought that's what he had mouthed, so she nodded and watched him smile widely. Her stomach bubbled with excitement and hope, as he smiled and confirmed that was what he had asked. She wasn't sure if he was asking her to go with him, or just asking if she was going, and for the life of her she had no idea how to ask him right now.
She was saved from her worry when Harry sat down next to her, "Morning," he said, yawning.
"Harry I need that coin," she said, trying to keep her voice low, but she almost squeaked.
Harry smirked at his friend; she was clearly out of her element, something that rarely happened. He smiled and gave her a funny look that she ignored but pulled the coin from his pocket. He played keep away for a few seconds, his eyes twinkling with enjoyment, before he handed it over.
"Thanks," she said, her voice squeaking as her fingers tightened on the small coin. Now that it was in her hand, she wasn't sure what she should ask. Hesitating she almost yelped when it heated up. It was going to be a long day if she couldn't reign in her emotions.
Are you going to Hogsmeade?
Her cheeks flushed and she looked up at him from across the hall; he wasn't looking at her. He seemed very interested in a tray of bacon, but she caught the telltale smirk on his face.
Yes.
She tapped the coin, and tried to look anywhere but at the Slytherin table by taking bites of her breakfast. Her stomach was fighting back, and she laid down her spoon, pushing her bowl away.
I'll see you there.
The coin burned her fingers and set off a flush that she was sure covered her whole body. Clenching her thighs she took a few deep breaths before she looked up only to find him deep in conversation with his housemate.
"What's going on Hermione?" Harry asked, his eyes narrowed as he watched the exchange, again feeling the sneaky suspicion that Malfoy's feelings for Hermione were deeper than he let on. He wasn't ignorant to the fact that Hermione's cheeks and neck were flushed, but he honestly thought it was the most adorable thing, and he couldn't help but wonder how far down her body that red heat went.
"I'm not sure, actually," she said, confused. "I guess I'll see Draco in Hogsmeade."
"'Mione, you need to call him Malfoy when we're out around everyone, people will notice if you suddenly call him Draco," Harry said, his voice low as the tables around them began to fill up with excited students ready for a day in Hogsmeade.
Hermione nodded and knew she needed to be more careful in the future. This was between the three of them, the last thing she wanted was for people to find out, because it would get to the papers and they didn't need to deal with more reporters.
She knew enough about the wizarding community and the witches with too few hobbies that followed the gossip columns religiously; that what the three of them were engaging in would be all anyone could talk about for months. If fourth year taught her anything, it was that she wanted to avoid press and rumors as much as possible. She also wasn't sure if she was ready to handle the Weasley family's opinions on this relationship or Draco's parents.
While Draco had clearly changed his tune about muggleborns, it was too much for her to hope that his parents had done the same. Sighing she tried to return to her oatmeal, but gave up after a few bites as her stomach erupted in butterflies.
Three hours later, Hermione and Harry walked down High Street, bundled up against the cold as they made their way in and out of shops, buying Christmas gifts. Hermione kept shrinking down their purchases and putting them in the beaded bag.
She had snuck into Tomes and Scrolls while Harry checked out the latest helpings at Zonko's. She had hoped to find some some books on sexual things. With a wink at the shop owner whom she had become rather friendly with over her years at Hogwarts, she bundled them up and shrunk them down into the beaded bag before she found Harry again. She was resigned to the fact that of the three of them, she was the one with the least experience, but she was determined to not be somewhat knowledgeable.
They had just walked out of Honeydukes, each with large orders of sweets, when Harry offered his arm to Hermione. Smiling she tucked her arm into his, and allowed herself to be steered down an alleyway behind Honeydukes.
"What's going on Harry?" Hermione asked, confused why they were leaving High Street, and not making their way to another shop. She couldn't recall a single time that they ventured away from the normal shops along High Street except to visit the Shrieking Shack.
"It's a surprise," Harry said, smiled mischievously leading his friend past the main alleyway behind the shops, down another smaller alley between two buildings, where he let go of her. Reaching into his jacket he extracted the invisibility cloak.
"Harry what's that for?" Hermione asked, curiously looking around. Snow was covering the ground in a light layer, and outside of their own footprints, she didn't see any others.
"That's for you and me Princess," a clear voice said, "Thanks, Potter." Draco suddenly appeared, clearly undoing a very good Disillusionment Charm. He was wrapped in dark grey robes, a color that seemed to warm him a bit. Hermione licked her lips as she gave him a once over.
"Five minutes before we're noticed, Malfoy," Harry said, handing the cloak to Draco and turning around out of the alleyway. He fixed a serious stare on Draco, who nodded, walking towards Hermione.
Hermione watched him walk away before she turned to Draco, who stood in front of her. Her breath caught for a moment before she squeaked, "What's going on?"
"I just needed another taste," Draco said, before his lips closed over hers. He lifted the cloak over them, effectively hiding them.
Hermione moaned when his hands gripped her hips tightly, pushing her back into the brick wall behind her. She wrapped her arms around his neck, as his warm body pushed her back harder. Her fingertips touched the tips of his short hair, as his mouth moved from her lips to her jaw.
"Merlin, Hermione, you taste wonderful," he said, each word punctuated by a kiss to her jaw, cheek and nose.
In the cool weather, his body up against hers warmed her in many ways, some of them that had nothing to do with temperature. She relished in the way his mouth, pressed against hers, took complete control.
His hands snaked up her waist, moving under her shirt. She pushed her chest forward when his hands grazed her stomach. Leaving his hands there, his fingertips rubbed against her, feeling her.
He paused his hands over her skin, seeking approval, which she gave when she pushed her chest further forward, moaning. Taking his time, he brought his hand up to skim over the tops of her bra, delighted in how soft she felt, before he cupped her.
Hermione heard him moan, when his finger brushed over her hardened peak, as he began to move his hand back up towards the top of the cup.
"It's time," Harry said, his voice was low, but they could hear him in the quiet alleyway.
"Potter, The Boy Who Cockblocked," Draco groaned, but he lowered his hands and righted her jumper, looking down into her eyes. "Until tonight," he murmured, kissing her softly on the lips.
Hermione opened her lustful eyes, to his deep grey ones, as he leaned forward to kiss her quickly on the nose. Before he flipped the cloak off of them, he adjusted his pants through his robes, sighing.
"That could not have been five minutes, your watch must be fast," Draco said, leveling his gaze on Harry.
Harry rolled his eyes, before offering his arm to Hermione, who with a small smile to Draco, took it.
"Wait, I have something for you," he said, pulling a small box from the inside of his cloak. He handed the invisibility cloak to Harry, before he stepped in front of Hermione. "For tonight," he said, and waved his wand to enlarge the box.
Hermione licked her lips; she looked down at the black box, tied with a royal blue ribbon. "Thank you," she said, her voice low. Leaning forward she kissed him lightly on the cheek, before she turned and she and Harry walked back out of the alleyway.
She glanced around and was pleased that the path from the village back to the castle was deserted of students. Her voice still low she asked, "Harry, why did you take me to see Draco? I thought we were supposed to do all things with the three of us?" Hermione watched as Harry smirked, then his green eyes glanced at her, "Draco, craves contact more often then I do. This arrangement with you will make him crave you more. I don't mind him snogging you, just as long as that's all it is." He smirked mischievously now, "I want to be there for the rest." She looked at Harry carefully, her arm still tucked in his. So Draco craved attention? Or did he need affection? Why would he need her more? Did Harry and Draco snog? The idea didn't repulse her, in fact she thought that she'd love to see it.
Back up in her dormitory, she was thankful Parvati was still out, presumably still at Hogsmeade. She sunk down onto her bed, and pulled the curtains shut around her bed, and slowly pulled on the beautiful blue ribbon around the black box. The quality of the box and the care put into the details, showed how expensive the contents were.
Pushing back the tissue paper, her eyes widened when she looked down at four different sets of undergarments. Her eyebrows raised, unable to comprehend that Draco Malfoy could have been so thoughtful and picked out knickers that would fit her.
She sighed and pulled the first set out, a beautiful black lace bra and matching silk and lace knickers. The second set was a crème and white set, the third a deep blue and black lace set. The final set, forced a wide smile onto her face, as she pulled out a beautiful black and gold silk lace bra and knickers. They were beautiful, and obviously expensive. Beneath the final set was a handwritten note.
Please wear these tonight. I've been told they're the softest lace that can be bought in England, and they're charmed to fit. Take your pick of which set, you will look gorgeous in any of them.
Draco
She smiled, and ran her finger over the words, his kindness surprising her. She tried to control the thoughts that screamed that this gesture was just for his pleasure. They would all delight in the sexy sets.
Her own experience with Ron had never prepared her for romance, but she found the concept quite nice and wouldn't mind more displays of the kindness she was just shown.
Smiling she walked to the bathroom, box in hand, to try them on. To her great surprise they all fit perfectly, just as he had said. Even more surprising was the fit of them, greatly accentuated the curves she already had. She stared at her reflection in a similar fashion to earlier this week and found she wasn't as awkward looking.
To be continued...
