Author Warning: as promised, this chapter starts off with a lot of plot but trust that if you get to the end the smutty goodness is all to present!

Draco sat in the manor library, in his favorite recliner, drinking coffee and reading a muggle novel he promised his wife he would try. This was his usual morning routine, well except the muggle book part – that was a new development. It just so happened that on this particular morning, the first since he moved his witches into the mansion, Draco heard shuffling sounds on the other side of the bookcase, breaking his ordinary 6am silence. He took out his wand and walked cautiously to the other side.

He let out a quiet breath when he saw it was only Hermione whispering spells under her breath to get books from the top shelf. Draco smiled, of course she was in the library. And, of course she already had a stack of books floating next to her. A different kind of smile graced his lips when he saw her short night shorts and tight tank top. Looking at her slim physique and shapely bum, he was reminded of their encounter at the end of the feather game. He silently praised himself for what a great idea that had turned out to be.

"Morning," he said, taking her completely off guard. She lost her focus and her floating books dropped to the floor with a crash. Her cheeks stained red as she scrambled to retrieve them. "Careful Granger, some of those are antiques."

"Oh, yeah, of course… I'm so sorry. I don't even know why I was in here. I'll just pick these up and then I'll go," she stumbled over her words in a nervous rush and though her wand was in arms reach, she continued to struggle to lift the heavy stack of books the muggle way.

"And they call you the brightest witch of our age. Wingardium leviosa," he enchanted the stack for her.

"Oh – um. Right. I kind of resort to 'the muggle way' when I'm nervous," he shot her a crooked grin, moving until he was standing only mere inches from her.

"And why are you so nervous, Granger?" he said in a smooth voice that glided right through Hermione's body. She had it bad. She'd had sex with him one time and already she was turning into mush. For Merlin sake, he was a racist; remember when he called you those foul names in school – she reminded herself. She stood up tall, taking a deep breath to collect herself.

"Because I'm in the house of the man who bullied me to the point of tears as a child – I do believe I have a right to be a bit jumpy, don't you?"

Oh right, Draco realized, she hates me.

Draco knew that if this new business relationship between them was going to work, he needed to clear the air about their past. The problem was, the more she stood their eying him defiantly, the more he wanted to be buried deep inside her again.

"You forgot something," he said coolly.

"And what's that, Malfoy?"

"You're here by choice," she opened her mouth to say something smart but fell short. She had nothing. Making the choice to be anyone's paramour was shameful, but Draco Malfoy's, well, for Hermione that was degrading for a myriad of reasons. But he was, of course, right – she was there by choice and that - for once - wasn't his fault.

"I'll let you get back to your morning, sorry for the disturbance." She nodded her head in a conciliatory way, before turning to leave.

"Wait, I actually wanted to talk to you anyway. Come, sit?" He phrased it like a question, but how was she to know if it actually was one. Did she have to do everything Malfoy asked of her? Or did her duties really only extend to the bedroom – so to speak. She shuddered at the thought.

Draco led her to the recliner he was sitting in earlier, his cup of coffee and book sitting on the neighboring table.

"Malfoy, there's only one chair," Hermione said, stating the obvious.

"Oh, what a shame," he retorted, lip curling as he patted his lap invitingly. Hermione rolled her eyes and chose to sit on the arm of the chair; it seemed the safer option.

"So, if this whole arrangement is going to work," Draco began. "I think we need to discuss a few things."
"Is it about the fact that you're reading – Pride and Prejudice," Hermione couldn't help but giggle to herself as she picked up his book and waved it in his face.

"It kind of is, actually," Draco admitted, not at all bothered by Hermione's taunting. "At school we did not get along."

"I wonder why," Hermione grumbled sarcastically.

"Because we were raised differently and had vastly differing opinions.

"Vastly differing opinions?" Hermione repeated, standing in outrage. "Malfoy, it was because you were an insufferable bigot!"

"Calm down, Granger. Stop and think about what you just said… you said, and I quote, – 'it was because you were an insufferable bigot' – were being the operative word." He smiled, looking quite pleased with himself.

"I meant you are an insufferable bigot and you're proving my point right now," Hermione was doing that thing that she always did in school when she knew (or at least thought she knew) that she was right about something. Her eyes poked out fierce like razors and her hands magically found their way to her hips.

Merlin, Draco thought, this witch hasn't changed a sickle since Hogwarts. He took out his wand, waved it, and another chair appeared behind Hermione's indignant stance. She reluctantly sat down, crossing her arms with pursed lips.

"Let's be adults here. I don't hate you or your precious mu –"

"Don't you dare use that word, Draco Malfoy!"

Draco sighed. "I was going to say muggle. Bloody hell Granger, promptly remove the wand from your arse," she huffed resentfully at his choice of words. He looked at her with serious silver eyes that took her by surprise. "After the war, well actually somewhere in the middle of the war, I realized what my family was doing was wrong. And that if a half-blood, a muggle born and a blood traitor could take down the darkest wizard of all time than maybe I needed to reevaluate."

"Took you long enough," Hermione said trying to stay guarded despite the fact that she was beyond impressed with how civil he was being. Perhaps he really was repentant.

"Yeah, well you try growing up with an ideology in your head for eleven years before you come into contact with the one thing your parents taught you to hate, then we'll see how you react. It's like… with ghosts. Everyone's taught to fear them before they've even come into contact with one. So the second people actually do, they run because of what they were brought up to believe."

"The difference being that after I got to know Nearly Headless Nick I didn't call him Freddie Kruger and enact a séance against his entire race," she combated.

"Who is Freddie Kruger?"

"He's a character in a movie."

"A what? Merlin Granger, now your just talking gibberish!"

"no! It's a form of muggle entertainment involving moving pictures."

"All pictures move," Draco looked at her like she was crazy.

"Did you not pay attention at all in muggle studies?" She questioned him, dumbfounded. He let out two deep chuckles, laugh lines contorting his perfect face in a way that made Hermione's breath catch. Damn him and his handsome features, she cursed herself.

"Why on earth would I take such a useless elective?" Hermione ran a frustrated hand through her messy curls. "Anyway, it doesn't matter what made me treat you the way I did back then. What does matter is that I don't feel that way anymore."

"You don't change 17 years of racist ideals overnight, Malfoy."

"Yeah but sending my father to Azkaban was a pretty good start," he retorted darkly, watching as her eyes widened in surprise. "Not to mention being married to Astoria," he added.

"That's right, your wife's really into muggle-born welfare isn't she? She spearheaded that organization that re-acclimated muggle-borns after the war. Getting them set up with housing and reconnecting them with friends and families. Even retrieving their wands. She's way too good for you, now that you mention it," Draco smiled at her knowingly.

"And who do you think paid for that program, Granger?" Hermione looked at him curiously. "That's right, the Malfoy family fortune made an investment in Astoria's grassroots initiative – it's how we got together actually."

Hermione could do nothing but stare at him and the stupid smug look on his face. How could he be so considerate yet so cocky about it? Hermione found it incredibly infuriating.

"So… do you accept my apology? Can we fuck now without you feeling like it's a crime against your people?"

Hermione stiffened at the sudden shift in conversation, remembering she was there to…pleasure him. Ugh, she recoiled at the thought, why did she keep forgetting that crucial part of her job description?

"Well, I haven't heard an apology?" She turned her head defiantly, the pink in her cheeks returning. Draco flicked his wand and her chair slid quickly forward, plopping Hermione on his waiting lap. Draco began to kiss down her neck to where her collar bone met the strap of her tank top.

"Sorry, Granger," he breathed huskily, moving his hand up her soft thigh until his fingers traced the hem of her night shorts. Hermione's body flushed. She tried to calm her nerves by telling herself 'it's cool you're just going to have some casual library sex with Malfoy and this time you're not going to enjoy it.' But as his lips found hers and his hands found her lace clad core, she was a goner.

Draco heard, as well as felt, Hermione's breathy moan against his mouth. It caused a delicious rush of heat to spear straight into his groin. He removed his hand from her wet center and adjusted her position so she was straddling his erection. With only the thin layer of pajama bottoms between them, Draco intensified the kiss, flicking his tongue against her own and grinding his hips against hers. Shaky breaths escaped the Gryffindor's lips, which Draco had to admit might not have been due to her aroused state. He stopped, moving her curly hair out of her face, studying her lust filled yet nervous expression.

"W-what's wrong?" Hermione asked, opening her eyes timidly. He looked at her curiously, unable to pin point what she was so nervous about, it wasn't as if they hadn't done this less than ten hours ago and in front of other people no less.

"Oh my – Wilby is sorry for interrupting Master Malfoy sir but you told Wilby to get you at 7:30 for your meeting with the Minister," a small house elf wearing a tuxedo addressed Draco. Hermione quickly scrambled to get herself into a more appropriate position.

"It's quite alright, Wilby, thank you for reminding me. This is Miss Granger, one of the women I was telling you about."

"It is lovely to be meeting you, Miss," the house elf bowed happily.

"You too, Mr. Wilby," the house elves eyes went wide with wonder at being addressed as Mr.

"Wilby thanks you, Miss." Draco rolled his eyes.

"Wilby, could you arrange breakfast and have it sent up for Ganger and the other three?" Draco felt Hermione flitch at the mention of the other three women, a reaction that Draco found very interesting.

"Of course, Master Malfoy," the elf bowed lowly and then left to complete his duties. Draco kissed Hermione lightly on the lips.

"I'm afraid we will have to finish this another time," he told her. She immediately hopped off his lap and stood incredibly straight.

"Great," she said awkwardly.

"That excited are you?" He asked teasingly, with a raised brow.

She scoffed, unconvincingly. "I only meant I'd see you later. I mean, if you want to. It's your call… you're the boss after all, I'm just doing my job." He smirked as he began to stalk towards her. She took a few tentative steps away from him, until she felt her back come into contact with one of the bookshelves.

Draco pushed her firmly against it, his body pressing into hers. He could feel her soft, full, breasts heaving against his solid chest. Her breathing was thin and ragged as she waited for him to make his next move.

"Don't pretend like you didn't want it." His lips were inches away from hers and just as Hermione leaned in, expecting a kiss, Draco pulled away with a smirk. "Enjoy breakfast, Granger," he said as he walked away.

"Have a nice meeting!" Hermione called as she watched him leave the library, frustrated in more ways than one.

By the time breakfast was served, all the girls were awake and at their sitting room table, except for Angelina.

"Where is Angelina?" Luna asked while pouring herself a glass of pumpkin juice.

"No idea," Hermione responded. "She wasn't in bed this morning when I went to the libr –"

Just then, there was a POP as an exhausted looking Angelina apparated into the sitting room.

"Morning," she said, sitting down and shoving a croissant into her mouth.

"Where the bloody hell have you been?" Ginny asked.

"I like to do an early morning fly, stay in good shape for when quidditch season starts back up again," Angelina answered.

"And last night? You left after -" Hermione's cheeks went red. "Well, you know."

"I fly at night too, what's with the interrogation, 'Mione? You miss me or something?" Angelina joked.

"Do you need us to leave?" Luna began. "Is there some sexual tension left over from the intense word fuck you two had last night?" Angelina and Hermione broke eye contact instantly. Ginny laughed.

"Intense is a good word for what last night was," Ginny mused, savoring a spoon full of yogurt.

"Let's not talk about it," Hermione groaned.

"Why the hell not?" Ginny argued. "Malfoy's right, all inhibitions should have been left behind when we signed up for this job."

"Alright, I'm going to ignore the fact that you just used the phrase 'Malfoy's right,'" Hermione looked at her best female friend reproachfully.

"Look, you might be mad at me for saying this but after last night I'm beginning to think we could have it a lot worse. Like, Malfoy's pretty damn hot," Ginny countered, tossing a grape in her mouth casually as if they were talking about the morning prophet.

"Gin, you can't be serious?" Hermione said with a disgusted look on her face.

"No, 'Mione, I get what Ginny's saying," Luna intervened. "It's like we know he's a dick but he also has a nice one," she giggled lightly to herself. Ginny burst into laughter.

"Nice one Luna. Exactly!" Ginny cheered.

"You two are acting like children," Hermione scolded, looking to Angelina for help but she had fallen asleep on her plate.

"I don't know why you're acting as if you're above it all. You are the only one of us that's actually slept with him and if I remember correctly, you sounded like you were enjoying yourself."

Beet red was the color of Hermione Granger's cheeks. Why did Ginny have to keep bringing up that they all had seen her have sex with Draco Malfoy last night! "All I'm saying Hermione, is that there are a lot of uglier Wizards I could fuck to help out my parents…and they wouldn't pay as well."

"I understand that you need the Galleons to pay for the Burrow but how about getting it from, I don't know, your super rich and famous boyfriend – Harry Potter," Hermione said. Ginny's face went blank at the mention of Harry and Hermione immediately regretted it.

"You mean, Harry, the man I've been in open-relationship limbo with since he decided to disappear off the face of the planet…again!"

"I think he gets a break for the first time because he saved the world," Luna chimed, whilst braiding her long blonde hair.

"Well, what about now?"

"He's got Auror business in Africa," Hermione said.

"Trust me, I know Hermione. But no one's heard from him in a year because they're 'not allowed to communicate whilst abroad due to security clearance,'" Ginny mocked a nameless ministry official. "Meanwhile they're about to reclaim my childhood home. I'm just doing what I have to do," Ginny said to Hermione with bite. "Forgive me if I'm not determined to have a bad time doing it."

"Ha," Angelina giggled still half asleep. "You said 'doing it' when you were talking about doing it!" She put her head back down on the plate.

"Oh honey, you should go to sleep," Hermione patted the older girl on the head, before helping her up and pushing her toward the direction of their bedroom. Hermione took a deep, understanding breath, remembering she was there to help her parents as well. "You're right Gin, I'm sorry. I know we're all only here because we're desperate."

"Not me," Luna said causally. Ginny and Hermione eyed their friend confused. "I'm here because it sounded like fun." She smiled. "I wonder if Mr. Wilby can find me some pudding."

Later that night, at around five a clock, Angelina had just woken up from her nap (sleep) and was wiping the grog out of her eyes. Luna and Ginny were in a corner of the sitting room laughing about the latest quibbler and Hermione was starting on her third book from her library pile, delighted. She had to admit to herself that the prospect of taking some time off to read her way through the Malfoy's extensive library was not a terrible thing to get paid for; all she had to do was sell her body to the devil. Yeah, she thought with a morbid laugh, maybe there was some truth to what Ginny said.

There was a knock on their sitting room door. Hermione sat up straighter with her book and quickly waved her wand over her hair to make it look not so – I've-been-sitting-reading-in-the-same-spot-for-six-hours. When Luna looked up from the quibbler she saw Hermione primping and gave her a knowing smile. Hermione averted her eyes.

Angelina opened the door for Draco who was, to her surprise, wearing a practice quidditch uniform. She eyed him discreetly as he looked around the room. There was nothing Angelina liked more than to see a man in a quidditch uniform and Draco Malfoy was no exception.

"Afternoon Ladies," Draco greeted, surveying the room at large. "I hope you all had a more relaxing day than I did," he said, sitting next to Hermione on the love seat and grinning when she edged closer to the armrest nearest to her. He rubbed small circles on her back, enjoying her reddening cheeks. Merlin was it fun to tease her, he thought. "I was thinking I might do some flying to relieve some stress. Johnson, Weasley, care to join me?" He decided it was more prudent to ask if they wanted to be in his company rather than demand it as if they were his property. I mean, yes, technically if they wanted to be paid they couldn't refuse but thinking of it in that way made Draco feel uncomfortable.

"Sounds fun," Ginny purred.

"Yeah," Angelina agreed. "Just let me just get changed and –"

"Actually, you'll both have to change. Wilby!" Draco called. The house elf appeared in the center of the room holding two small black bags. He handed one to Ginny and one to Angelina.

"Ooh presents!" Ginny beamed happily.

"Thank you, Malfoy," Angelina said, conservatively.

"Just go and change," Draco said with a flirtatious wink. "Trust me when I say that you wearing them will be thanks enough." Ginny smiled coquettishly at him, grabbing Angelina's hand and running into the bedroom to change.

"Ginger, sure warmed up to me quickly," Draco mused out loud, causing Hermione to frown in response.

"Well, when you give a dog a bone," she grumbled in her head, and certainly didn't mean to say it out loud. Draco looked over at her, wide eyed.

"Hermione Ganger, you should be ashamed of yourself. That is your friend!" Luna scolded her in her childlike tone. Hermione put her hand over her mouth, totally embarrassed.

"You're right Luna, I don't know what came over me."

"Hmmm" Luna hummed, eyeing Draco's arm around Hermione then went into the bedroom as well.

"You're not upset that we couldn't finish what we started this morning are you? It's just that I was in the mood to fly and they're professional quidditch players," Draco explained, studying Hermione's face. The truth was he had all the time in the world to play quidditch with those two, but watching Hermione virtually writhe with jealously was almost as much fun as fucking her. Clearly she wasn't happy at not being his chosen partner for the evening.

"Upset? You think I'm upset? Oh no Malfoy," she forced out a laugh. "I'm not upset." She picked up her book. "Actually, I was just getting to a good bit so you are doing me a favor."

"Oh, well that's good," he said, making it very clear to her that he did not believe a word she just said.

"How are you liking Pride and Prejudice?" she asked, changing the subject.

"Alright, the main muggle girl is a bit annoying," he answered, nonchalantly.

"Not a fan of Elizabeth – figures."

"What? It figures that I don't like my heroine's to be bossy, pigheaded, know it all's?" Hermione closed her book dramatically as if Draco had mortally offended her.

"That's an interesting read of the character, I found her to be witty, brave and independent."

"Perhaps. Maybe I'm just not into that sort of thing," he said standing up and stretching, making sure to give her a good view of how he looked in his practice gear. To his surprise, when he looked back at her she was smiling coolly.

"Yes Malfoy, you're not at all interested in that kind of girl. In fact, I'm sure that's not the entire reason I'm here," she said sarcastically, opening her book again victoriously. Draco was taken aback by her response.

Was goody, goody Granger flirting with him by calling him on his bullshit?... And bullshit it certainly was. Who didn't know Draco had a thing for strong, independent women – just look at his wife.

Ginny walked out of the bedroom with Angelina as confidently as she could. Giving herself the sexy pep talk she needed to play quidditch in lingerie and stilettos. Ginny's tanned, freckled body was in a Hollyhead Harpie's green corset, with her number below her perky breasts and gold boy shorts that framed her tight arse nicely. Next to her, Angelina was wearing a Pudlemere United blue baby doll nighty, with her number in white on her matching thong.

"Now that," he whispered in Hermione's ear as he looked the two women up and down. "I'm definitely into," he continued to eye his two athletes with lust- filled eyes.

"Buying us Lingerie of the teams we play for – your fantasies are subtle, Malfoy," Ginny taunted in the most seductive tone she could. She leaned against the wall so that he could better see how she looked in her present.

Draco caught Hermione rolling her eyes and with a crooked smile he walked up to Ginny and Angelina giving them each a hardy kiss on the mouth. Hermione went on reading as if it didn't bother her, although the frown lines forming on her forehead said otherwise.

"Let's go," he said putting an arm around the waist of each of the women. "Enjoy your book, Granger," he said with a cheeky smirk.

"You have your own quidditch pitch in your backyard?" Angelina said in awe of the beautiful pitch before her.

"You like it?" He questioned, wrapping his arms around her waist and kissing her on the neck lightly.

"Yeah, it's wicked," Angelina exclaimed, leaning her head on his shoulder as she enjoyed his equally wicked lips. Ginny looked on with sexual curiosity - she had never taken part in a threesome before. To be honest she'd never done a lot of adventurous things in the bedroom, despite the way she carried herself, and if being Malfoy's sex slave meant she got to experiment a little, this job wasn't going to be that bad.

"Accio brooms!" Malfoy said. Only two showed up, one was Draco's Nimbus 2001 and the other was… wait, a broom Ginny didn't recognize, not possible. She practically memorized the Quality Quidditch Supplies catalog every month.

"What kind of broom is that?" she asked suspiciously. It looked normal enough, brown oak, a sort of bumpy handle, bristles neatly clasped at the back.

"Why are there only two," Angelina questioned, worry in her eyes.

"This, little Weasley, is not just any old broom," Draco said slyly. "It has an extra feature," he looked at Angelina and Ginny then grasped the mystery broom in his hand and clearly stated, "ONE." The broom came to life, sending a jolt down Angelina's spine as the broom started to vibrate in his palm. "Five," he spoke again and the broom seemed to move as fast as a snitch, the handle a shaking blur. Angelina would be lying to herself, and her wetting center, if she said she wasn't turned on by the prospect of the naughty broom.

"Hop on, my quidditch queens," he said, turning the vibration off long enough for them to mount.

"Both of us, at the same time?" Ginny began as she swung her leg over the front most part of the broom. "This is straight off the cover of Quidditch Weekly, Malfoy," she said irreverently.

"That's the idea, sweetheart," Draco responded in that smooth tone that made every ginger hair on her body stand on end. So, yeah, he sucked and was a complete and total arse to her and all her friends at school but was it her fault he was so damn sexy all the time. She sighed at his smoldering face; if facial expressions could make you come, Ginny was pretty sure Draco Malfoy's smirk would be successful every time.

Perhaps it was the thin layer of contact between their aroused centers and the broom as they wrapped their legs around but both Angelina and Ginny became very warm as they sat on it awaiting instruction. Angelina, who was wearing a thong, couldn't find a position on the broom that wasn't massively turning her on. Especially considering the smooth bumps on the handle seemed to hit all the right places when she moved.

Malfoy mounted his Nimbus 2001 and flew next to the two squirming women, smiling when he saw Ginny's cheeks warm.

"You two alright?" he asked innocently. "You both seem a little stiff," he ran a hand through Ginny's long red ponytail, pulling on it a little. She let out a short gasp.

"Not as stiff as you?" Ginny quipped, looking right at his hardened cock. This, of course, only made it harden further. He edged his broom right next to theirs, placing a gentle hand on Ginny's cheek as he leaned his pale, angular face near hers. She licked her lips in anticipation, but just as he was about to make contact with her, he pressed his lips to Angelina's instead.

It came as a shock to her, but Angelina quickly adjusted as this kiss intensified. She moved her lips in a slow, controlled rhythm against his, only allowing his tongue entrance after she sucked lightly on his lower lip. A low growl escaped him and Angelina smirked against his mouth. She'd only kissed two men before Draco, but she'd kissed those two men a lot and she knew she was good at it. Draco moved himself closer to her, completely forgetting why they were there. When Draco pulled her body to him on the broom, it caused her pussy to graze a bump, making her emit a seductive moan.

"Two," Ginny called and the broom came to life again, the vibration taking Angelina completely off guard. It almost made her fall off the broom with a squeal that was mixed with a healthy dose of pleasure and fear. Of course, the sudden shift was affecting Ginny as well but her intensified lust only seemed to make her more confident.

"Tisk, tisk, tisk Weasley, that's playing dirty," Malfoy intoned. "You know, vengeance is a good color on you," Ginny narrowed her eyes at him and blew him a quick kiss. Ginny loved being the object of a man's desire, she had ever since she dated Michael Corner in her fourth year and he got a hard on while they were snogging in the green houses. He was embarrassed, but for Ginny it was a sexual awakening. She discovered just how powerful a weapon her body was against men.

Draco was completely mesmerized by the two quaking women before him. One, almost shy and resisting, while the other stared boldly at him, rubbing herself on the broom between her legs, opening her mouth in an O shape.

"I wouldn't get yourself too worked up Weasley, I know how much you like to win."

"What's the game?" Angelina asked, trying to distract herself with her competitive nature.

"Just a little seeker practice," Draco offered innocuously. "Should be easy for you Weasley, you two are the seekers and my dick's the snitch," Draco smirked when he saw Angelina shudder.

"Why, because it's so small it's almost invisible?" Ginny mocked. He swiftly flew up to the side of Ginny's ear.

"No. Because it's fast and always wins the game," he whispered lowly to her. She sighed and bit her lip in a way that put a definite strain on Draco's manhood. He both loved and hated how easily she fired him up; she knew exactly what she was doing to him and that gave her a little too much control for his liking.

"You ready to start?" he asked them, eyes darkening when he saw the wet spots between where the two women straddled the broom.

"Wait," Angelina protested. "There's no way our broom is as fast as yours."

"True," Draco reasoned. "But as you two fly professionally, I think we're even," with that, he flew off, out onto his personal quidditch pitch, without thought or consideration for what it would do to them. Ginny spurred the broom forward. Their natural quidditch training taking effect, they squeezed their legs tight around the broom but in doing so, sent a shot of pleasure up their dripping cores so intense that they both groaned with want.

Ginny guided the broom through the building sensation in her lower abdomen. As they neared Draco, Ginny leaned forward on the broom to give them more speed. Her clit pressed against the vibrating handle and she shivered and moaned. It was pure torture not to grind against the broom and forget the game all together.

Meanwhile, Angelina had managed to balance her knees on the broom so the vibrations were no longer affecting her aching core. After all, one of them needed to keep a clear head and, unfortunately for Ginny, the woman in front had to steer.

"Four!" Draco yelled when they got too close for comfort.

"Oh…Fuck!" Ginny moaned loudly. The broom now shook and pounded against her pussy with extreme force. She could no longer concentrate, she tried, unsuccessfully, to steady it as her inner walls pulsed and she edged closer and closer to orgasm.

Angelina, no longer able to balance on her knees, took to riding the broom side saddle. She was still hot beyond belief listening to Ginny's whimpers, but at least she was capable of steadying the broom while her teammate convulsed in front of her.

"Gin, can you hold out a little bit longer and steer us in his direction? – I'll do the rest," Angelina asked. Ginny bit down on her lip so hard she tasted blood and nodded her head. As she opened her eyes the hazy dots of pleasure coursing through her, blurred her vision. "Ok then, let's go," Angelina commanded, like the true captain she used to be. 'Merlin, the sex/quidditch combo is fun,' Angelina thought to herself excitedly.

Angelina leaned into Ginny, pressing her breasts and erect nipples against Ginny's back. For a second she enjoyed the sensation of a thrashing Ginny rubbing against her sensitive buds, but she quickly refocused. "Gin, fly directly above his broom, I have a plan," Angelina whispered urgently in Ginny's ear, sending her warm breath down the redheads neck, through her heaving chest and down to her soaking cunt. Ginny purred.

"If…if I'm to accomplish anything you're going to have to stop touching me," she said in a strained voice. Ginny, slowly and a little shakily moved them above where Draco sat on his own broom. He was clearly enjoying watching Ginny struggle.

Whilst Draco watched, Angelina slid, side saddle, against Ginny's back once more. She carefully took her hands off the shaking broom, temporarily leaving her completely off balance until she clasped them onto Ginny's breasts and began to knead them.

"H-holy fuck – Ang what are… you doing?"

"It's fine Gin, let go," Angelina groaned seductively into the other woman's ear. "Five," she told the broom and Ginny was practically panting.

"Oh…mmmmmmahh..fuckinng – Oh Fuck!"

Draco watched the sexy redhead grind and swivel her hips desperately against the broom's shaft, trying desperately to achieve release. He moaned as he saw Angelina pull Ginny's breasts out of her corset and pinch her hard nipples. He heard Ginny scream – "Fuck yeah, baby, don't stop. Right there…mmmmm….You're gonna make me come," - and it was almost too much. Draco could do nothing else but stroke his painfully hard cock. Ginny screamed as she came, throwing her head back and rubbing her slit against the broom to ride out her orgasm. While she was coming down from her climax, she smeared some of her own come on two of her fingers and looked Draco right in the eye as she began to suck on them promiscuously.

Draco pulled his cock out of his pants and began stroking it with purpose, staring into Ginny's hazel eyes as he imagined it was his cock she savored in that sweet mouth of hers. He was so distracted that he didn't even notice Angelina was no longer on the broom.

She'd bravely jumped down, Godric would've been proud, catching herself with her hands on the back end of Draco's broom. Before he could do anything to stop her, she swung herself over into a perfect straddle. Claiming victory, she wrapped her arms around him and began stroking his snitch with reckless abandon.

"Uhh," he groaned deeply upon feeling Angelina's experienced hands. "Congratulations," he gasped before turning his head to kiss Angelina passionately. Only after Angelina's eyes had darkened with the intensity of the kiss did he pull away from her. She whined unhappily as he steered them to the ground, Ginny following close behind. When they landed, they all dismounted on shaky legs. This included Draco who was, at that moment, finding it very difficult to control himself after Angelina's partial midair hand job. He wrapped an arm around the redhead and her elder friend.

"Who's up for a shower?" he asked, voice heavy with meaning. They each took an earlobe in their mouth, nibbling at him in response. Draco shivered, deciding that was a yes.

Let the games begin, he thought wickedly. – or rather continue.