A/N: from the prompt "You're n-not, um, w-wearing anything under that, are you..?"

Hermione looked over her shoulder, one eyebrow raised in both Tom and Draco's direction.

"No. I don't want any panty lines."

"Fucking Hell," Tom muttered, adjusting his crotch and turning on his heel to leave the bedroom. Draco was still leaning against the doorframe watching as Hermione finished getting ready. He made no effort to adjust his erection and Hermione could see the thick, hard length of him pressing against the placket of his trousers.

"What?" Hermione asked when she was finally ready and Draco grabbed her by the wrist as she was exiting their bedroom.
"Are you trying to kill us?"

Hermione smirked and ran her hands down the front of her dress. "It's nice isn't it?"
"So nice I want to bend you over right now and remove you from it."

She stepped into him and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Later."

"I'm not sure me or Tom will be able to wait till we get home again love."

Hermione's eyes flashed and she bit her lip. "Who said anything about waiting till we got home again?" She whispered before she slipped her wrist from his grip and followed in Tom's footsteps, but not before she pressed her hand against Draco's prominent erection and squeezed.

"Witch!" Draco hissed, following after her.

"I'm not waiting anymore," Tom muttered draining the rest of his firewhiskey and placing the empty tumbler on the bar behind him and Draco. "Let's go."

"We can't both disappear with her," Draco murmured, sipping on his own firewhiskey and glancing around the Great Hall.

Ten years since they'd graduated and they were back to celebrate Hogwarts anniversary. The hall was swarmed with former classmates and older alumni who'd attended before them, Draco's eyes landed on Hermione across the hall. She was laughing at something Potter was whispering to her and Draco drained the remainder of his own glass at the sight.

It had been a long time since that night and they were all married to their significant others now but Draco had never quite forgotten how Harry had made his wife feel-

"Let's go!" He didn't give Tom a chance to reply before he was storming across the hall. "Potter." He said without even looking at the man. Hermione swallowed at the dark look in Draco's eye and stepped towards him.

"Now?"

"Now."

"Tom?"

"Right here sweetheart."

Hermione gripped his hand while his other rested on the small of her back and the two of them followed after Draco. The Great Hall was oblivious to their exit, for which Hermione was thankful, especially when one of her husbands led her and her other one to the Slytherin common room. Hermione didn't know where Draco had got the password from but she didn't complain when he threw himself onto one of the larger couches in front of the fireplace.

"Strip."

"Draco."

Draco raised an eyebrow and she sighed irritably, glancing at Tom who only shook his head and moved to sit beside his husband on the couch in front of her. Hermione rolled her eyes and pursed her lips, but she slid the straps of her silky dress off her shoulders anyway and let the material fall from her figure till it was pooled around her feet and she was left in nothing but her heels and wedding rings.

Draco beckoned her forwards with a crook of his finger and she stepped out of her dress and moved towards him, slipping her hand into his outstretched one and settling on his lap - her legs spread over his, one resting on each side. She wrapped her hands around his neck and pressed her lips to his forehead.

"Stop," she murmured, laving her lips over his face and pressing kisses against it. "I'm right here," she gasped when he took one bare nipple and pressed it hard between his thumb and forefinger, his mouth working her other one. "Draco."

"I want you here," he murmured, letting her breast fall from his mouth and leaning back so that Tom could lean forward and take it in his instead. Draco trailed one hand down her sternum and cupped her cunt, two fingers sliding through her slick folds. "We never-"

Tom pulled back from Hermione and looked between them. "You've never had her in here?"

"We normally stayed in the head dorms," Draco shrugged, pressing his thumb against Hermione's clit as she nodded.

"It was easier," she whined.

"Exactly," Draco agreed, finally letting Hermione sink down onto the two fingers he'd been teasing her with. "Fuck you're wet," he hissed.

Hermione bucked her hips against him and Tom spread his hands across her hips, holding her in place. "I've wanted you right here for years." Hermione nodded, her head shaking fervently. She wanted it too and when Draco crooked his fingers, brushing against that spongy spot inside her she couldn't help but shatter around his fingers.

Draco continued to stroke her down from her high and when Tom stood from the couch and moved behind her, one hand on her lower back pressing her into Draco, she lifted her hips as she dropped her head to the crook of his neck and Draco released his cock and slid himself against her wet cunt.

Tom watched Hermione drop back down and take him to the hilt, a whimper escaping her lips when he was seated in her. He pressed his fingers against her cunt and Draco's cock as she rode him, palming his own cock through his trousers as he watched. And when Hermione flicked her head over her shoulder and murmured "Tom" he removed his own trousers and came up behind her, straddling Draco's legs too and pressed his cock into her cunt alongside Draco's.

"Oh Fuck!" Draco hissed, stilling his hips and gripping Hermione's waist even as he panted beneath both of them.

"Merlin Hermione you're so fucking wet sweetheart and tight fuck-" Tom murmured, watching as his own hips began to move against her and his cock slid out of her cunt until only the tip remained. Hermione bucked her hips and he growled when she slid her cunt back down his length again so that both of them were seated in her.

She hid a smirk in Draco's neck as both her husbands hissed and growled and whined when both of them began to move in tandem.

It was only a few minutes till she was a sweaty, sticky mess between them and she was begging, "please,please, please," for them to fill her with their come. Draco came first, bucking his hips to meet her thrusts and pressing his lips to hers in a hard kiss as he shot rope after rope of thick, hot come into her and slipped from her. His spent, but still hard cock, pressed against her folds as Tom wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her to him, so that her back was flush with his chest and rutted against her till he too was spilling his come inside her cunt.

She fell against Draco, a whimpering mess when Tom stepped back and the two men shared a look. She was still coming down when both her husbands dressed again before they slipped her dress back over her head. And when Hermione made to clean herself with her wand, Draco stilled her hand wrapping his fingers around her wrist as he whispered in her ear.

"No. I want you to go back into that hall with me and Tom dripping down your bare legs love."

Hermione visibly shivered at his possessive words but rolled her eyes nonetheless. And when Draco led her back to Harry when they got back to the Great Hall, she knew Harry would be able to smell the sex on her and knew exactly why he'd told her not to.