Draco had been careful when he caught Hermione. Her arms were pinned to her sides and unable to reach for her wand. Pansy slinked her hand into the robe pocket and pulled it free. A box with a lock on it appeared on the floor. Pansy stuck the wand inside and shut it, tapping it with her own wand to seal it tight. The brunet in his arms attempted to jerk free again. The sensation of her rubbing against him clouded his mind for a moment.
"Let me go," she pleaded, "I'll find a way, I'll make a way, just give me some more time." Draco could feel Hermione start to shake.
"Granger, listen to me." He didn't want her to be like this. In all of his dreams of her, she had been happy and almost feral. She couldn't ruin that, not now that he knew he had an excuse to do all of the things he had been longing for, and with Pansy there no less! She would even be a participant. Draco had to control his erection in order to think straight and calm Hermione down. "It's not going to be that bad; we're not going to hurt you or anything."
Hermione didn't respond but Pansy, who could see her face, saw tears start to form in the dark brown eyes she'd come to love so much. "Draco's right, it'll be nice, we'll go slow." She wasn't sure how truthful the statement was, but she also couldn't let Granger go now that they had her all to themselves. Still uncomforted, Hermione looked away from Pansy, not defeated, but without a plan. Suddenly, Pansy was struck with an idea. "Imagine how much Wealsey would hate it."
Draco and Hermione both turned their heads swiftly toward the black haired girl. "You know it's true," she continued. "He pretends to be over you, but if you could tell him that you've been a part of one of his wildest dreams, with his least favourite person in the world no less," she nodded at Draco, "he'd regret all of those terrible things he's done to you."
Malfoy was quickly trying to think up something that would make up for the serious mistake Pansy was making. Bringing up an ex-boyfriend and including revenge wasn't a way to get a Gryffindor on her knees. Much to his surprise, before he could manage any sort of damage control, he felt the muscles in Hermione's cheek move against his face; she was smiling. In front of him he saw Pansy grin as well.
"It's just for the potion," Hermione clarified. "And you're okay with me sharing this with Ron? Even though I am what I am."
"Granger, certain rules are meant to be broken when it involves three ways." Draco had loosened his grip and was soothingly running his hands up her arms. On their way down, they peeled off her robe. "And I doubt there is a wizard in the world that would object to being in our position right now."
Hermione felt a flurry of heat boil from her midsection up to her face while goose bumps formed on the skin beneath the fabric Draco touched. As soon as she became aware of her body's changes, her mind began to panic. How was she going to do this? Was it going to be one at a time or both at once? She couldn't hardly remember anything she had done with Ron. What was she supposed to do with Pansy?
"You're tense, Granger," Pansy noted, her fingers played with the bottom button of Hermione's blouse, but didn't pull it free of the button hole. "What's wrong?"
"I'm… not entirely sure what to do."
Hermione expected them to laugh, but the worse was Pansy smiling. "You don't ido/i anything. Draco and I will be doing all of the doing. You need to just relax and let us have our fun." The button popped free and she moved up to the next one. "We'll start with the basics; do you know how to snog?"
"Well, I…" Hermione blushed. "I have tried a few things I've read about –"
Pansy held up her finger and laid it carefully against Hermione's pillowy lips. "You don't read about intimacy, you feel it. Close your eyes." That was the last thing Hermione wanted to do, but she obeyed.
Draco hadn't moved, so she had no doubts that it was Pansy's soft lips that pressed against her own. Breathing slowly, she pretended it was someone else, any male on the planet, but it couldn't stick. Her lips were full and inviting. They seemed to pull Hermione's with them, molding together and leaving no open spaces. Pansy's tongue slowly slithered along Hermione's lower lip, but she was resistant. Pansy nipped playfully and backed away as Hermione opened her eyes. "You'll learn quick enough."
A firm pressure that hadn't been there before pressed in on Hermione's lower back. Hermione blushed and turned from Draco's face. He responded by grounding his hips into hers. "What do you expect, it's not every day a guy sees two gorgeous women attached at the lips." He kissed his way along her exposed neck. "But, we have a lot of work to do tonight. We might have to speed these lessons along, but I'm sure you can keep up."
The low rumbling chuckle that escaped his throat settled somewhere in Hermione's belly. Her body felt heavy and her mind foggy. She felt no sense of fear at being wandless and practically trapped. Instead, she recognized the heat, of her body and theirs. She was excited and hungry. Her eyes looked over at Pansy, at those tantalizing lips she had teased her with. Before Draco could take hold again, Hermione took a step forward and laced her fingers in black hair, her lips pressing down on Pansy's, mouth open, hungry.