A giggle echoed around the corner and down the next corridor. A voice whispered, "Shhh…" before the giggle was cut off by the sound of a door clicking shut. Draco slid his wand out of his pocket, experiencing a sense of déjà vu. Or maybe it was nostalgia he was feeling?
The Leaving Feast had ended just a few hours ago and, having drawn the short straw, Draco was out on patrol for one final time while most of his classmates were at parties. It should have made him feel better that McMillan, that pillock, had drawn the other patrol from their yearmates. But he was too ticked off that more enticing activities had to be canceled instead.
Rounding the corner, Draco found himself in a familiar passageway, leading towards a certain broom closet. In the absence of a Silencing Charm, recognizable moans floated out towards him. Smirking, he quickened his pace, knowing the door would be unlocked. He glanced up and down the hall, making sure no one would see him, before he slid in to join the two occupants. A jar full of bluebell fire sat on a high shelf, giving off just enough light. Before pocketing his wand, Draco cast a series of privacy charms.
"Don't stop on my account," he admonished the curly-haired witch kneeling on the floor, as he slid his jumper off and carelessly tossed it in a corner.
Harry stood with both arms braced against the wall, biceps taut. He looked at Draco over his shoulder and Draco could not help admiring the cocky smirk on the other man's face. "We weren't planning on it."
"You aren't angry we started without you, are you?" Hermione asked, her hand still moving up and down where her mouth had just been.
"Hardly," he answered, tugging his tie off. Working down the row of buttons on his shirt, he leaned in to kiss Harry, tasting butterbeer on the other man's tongue and a hint of mint on his lips. Hermione must have brushed her teeth after dinner and before kissing Harry, Draco decided. The two flavors were not something he would have mixed normally, but they represented his two lovers so perfectly—at once both carefree and logical.
Draco pulled back, to better be able to divest himself of the white button-down. Harry's shirt was already hanging atop an old mop handle, but his trousers remained on, the fly open wide, allowing access to both his jutting prick and bollocks. Hermione's complete uniform was still on, just the way he prefered: unbuttoned shirt framing her chest with the cups of her bra pulled down. Her dusky nipples were darker than he had imagined before seeing them, but the way they grew stiff when she was aroused was exactly as he had dreamed.
"I think he gets off on watching us, Hermione," Harry said, ending on a moan as he turned his head and once again hung it between his shoulders. Hermione had engulfed him back into her mouth and was steadily taking him in as far as she could before sliding him completely back out, her tongue circling his crown, only to repeat the prior motion.
Unhooking his belt and pulling it from the loops on his trousers, Draco murmured his assent to Harry's assessment. He palmed the length of himself through his trousers, not quite ready to give in to his need so soon. Part of the draw of being a voyeur for him was the experience of being seen watching, but not touched. Patiently, he stroked and squeezed his cloth-covered cock, waiting for one of the other two to acknowledge his arousal.
Shallow pants and grunts filled the air, accompanied by Hermione's moans. "Mmmm," she hummed loudly before sliding her lips completely off Harry. Her hand continued firm strokes at a pace meant to keep Harry interested, but not get him off.
"I want you naked," she told Draco, finally looking his way again, a sexy smile on her face. Glancing up at Harry, she added, "You too."
After both men had complied, Harry asked, "What about you, love?"
"I think it'll be enough that I'm not wearing any knickers," she replied, flipping her skirt up to show them that she was indeed bare, before letting it settle over her thighs again. "Now, Draco, I want you to stay just where you are, straight behind Harry. You may touch yourself as much as you like, but neither of us."
He was already touching himself, slowly sliding his hand up and down his rigid length, so no need to worry about that part. He licked his lips in anticipation, sensing she was setting up something good.
"I thought we could re-enact the first time you found us here, Draco, in this closet so many months ago, but with a bit happier ending than that time." Both men nodded. Draco could not see Harry's face, but he imagined a dopey grin on it to match Draco's sly smile. Hermione continued, "All the time we spent sneaking around to meet after that, and we almost missed our opportunity for this."
"Harry, I want you to take a step or two back and stand with your legs wide. A little wider," she told him when she did not quite like the way he followed her commands. Satisfied with his second try, she went on, "Now, bend forward and place your hands back on the wall."
Draco let out a ragged breath when Hermione inched forward, spreading her knees as she did. His view of Harry's arse was amazing, but with a glance down, he could see up Hermione's skirt. Neatly trimmed curls glistened in the dancing light coming from the jar above them. He knew he would be coming in record time as he watched her fingers, capped with bright red nails, swoop down to gather moisture and then begin dancing over her clit.
"Fuck, Hermione," Harry bit out, as he began to rotate his hips. Draco watched in fascination the way the muscles in the other man's arse flexed, then relaxed, flexed, then relaxed, as he found a rhythm.
Glancing down again, he caught sight of two of Hermione's fingers dipping inside her, before coming back out shimmering with wetness that she used to rub ever more vigorously at her swollen nub.
His own hand flew up and down relentlessly; he was watching Harry, then watching Hermione, and then, he wasn't watching anything, but he swore he saw stars.
A/N: Just to be clear, now that you have read this chapter and may be getting worried, Draco will be an active participant in this story. Reviews are appreciated, even if you just want to thank my alpha and beta instead of me.
