bAuthor's Note:/b This chapter is erotically graphic. That is all.
It took only seconds for them to start divesting of clothing. Pansy ripped at Hermione's shirt until the buttons flew to the ground. Then Hermione turned and undid Draco's trousers while giving his lips a test run. This was the Hermione they had been dreaming of; longing for. Pansy pushed her skirt down and pulled off her top while Draco loosened his tie and undid his shirt buttons. Hermione reached for the zip on her skirt, but Draco grabbed her wrists. "Let's just leave that on for now," he suggested, leading her over to the couch while Pansy came up behind them.
Draco stepped from his slacks. His boxer briefs clung to his straining package, which he led Hermione's hand to once she had taken a seat. Her fingers were small and a little cold, but more than welcome to the sensitive location. He closed his eyes for just a second, but in that second she pulled the top bit of fabric to the side and his erection sprang free just inches from her face. She smiled boldly, proud of her work, as her hand slithered slowly down his shaft.
Pansy couldn't stand back and just watch. Hermione sat with her knees together, staring at Draco and his genitals, her fingers tantalizing his hot, smooth skin. She had taken the potion too, she needed attention as well! Closing her eyes, she pictured the back of the couch disappearing. There was a light pop, it was gone. Pansy climbed on behind Hermione, one leg on each side, her front to Hermione's back. She unhooked Hermione's bra and lowered the straps, her fingers roamed around and found the taught nipples atop the plump breasts that were hanging.
Hermione dropped her hands just long enough to be rid of the pesky bra, but half of the attention that had been focused on Draco was lost to the sensations of Pansy's enticing hands. They held her breasts, squeezed, tweaked, and made it much harder for Hermione to concentrate. Draco, suddenly impatient, leaned in so that his tip was much closer to her face. She saw a pearly bead of pre-cum, something that before tonight would have made her ill, but instead seemed very appetizing.
Without a second thought, her tongue darted out and licked it up. A mixture of salty and sweet: delicious. She paused just to take a breath before working her mouth around the head and toward Draco's hips. She made it only three quarters of the way before his tip bumped the back of her mouth in a way that started to restrict her breathing. Slowly, she pulled back and then forward again. A deep groan escaped from Draco and Hermione looked up.
Their eyes locked for a moment, neither moving. Something seemed to click in Draco's mind and he carefully threaded his fingers into her hair in order to help her move at a speed he preferred. Her teeth stayed back away from his flesh as she sucked and made her tongue dance underneath. At one point, Draco allowed his head to fall back. In that same moment, Pansy's right hand left Hermione's tit and slid under her skirt. She easily pushed the fabric to the side and explored. The curls were thick and course, a striking contrast to the silky smooth slit that was wet with anticipation. Pansy could smell Hermione's scent and she wanted nothing more than to stick her own face down there for a taste.
"Are you ready?" Draco's voice reminded both girls that they were there for a purpose. The emotion that quickly appeared and then disappeared from Hermione's face told Pansy that she had forgotten that they had to do it. She wanted to reassure her that they could continue, but without the potion, she couldn't be certain that she would feel the same. Hermione nodded anyway, so Pansy scooted back off the couch cushions.
Would they be taking turns? Pansy wondered as Draco cradled Hermione's head while she lay down on her back. As if he could read her mind, he told Hermione, "this is just for you to get used to me." Pansy felt as if she was invading something very private in the moments before they joined, the slow process of him filling her up, and in the gentle way their hips rocked. She felt as if she didn't belong because the whole time they stared into one another's eyes. He needed something of her, longed for her, and she was unable to turn away from his gaze, afraid of what she'd see if she didn't maintain eye contact. It was as though they were casting a spell on one another, neither would give in, neither wanted to.
They began to pick up speed and all of the sudden Draco stopped. He leaned in for his own kiss, but pulled away after what Pansy considered to be no time at all. He helped Hermione stand, and then had Pansy lay down, her legs spread. He instructed Hermione to get on top and upside down; their mouths a few inches from the other's hot sex. Pansy was so enticed by the beautiful sight before her (Draco had pulled the knickers away before he sheathed himself in her) she hardly noticed Draco's knees on either side of her head behind Hermione.
She understood then. They would all be participating at once. Draco lined himself up with Hermione's entrance while his hands took hold of her hips. "Are you all right?" he asked. Rather than respond, Hermione sunk her head low and allowed her tongue to skim into the slit between Pansy's bare lower lips. Pansy's eyes rolled back into her head and her breath hitched. Hermione must have bent her arms as Pansy could feel her warm body closer, the bottoms of their breasts nearly touched.
Up above her, Draco had already reinserted himself into Hermione's slick pussy. Pansy could see the juices shining on his cock as he pulled out and then pushed back in. Her labia were spread wide enough for Pansy to see her target, the small bundle of nerves she would assault with her tongue until Hermione cried out loud.
Draco had thought they would stop as soon as the potion was negated. He thought his shaft would be less sensitive to his witches' every touch. He thought one orgasm would be enough to clear his mind. He was absolutely wrong. The three of them fucked for only three minutes before frantic pants turned into uncontrolled moans and screams of passion. He had exploded inside Hermione, some of it dripping down onto Pansy as the girls came together.
After a quick break, Hermione moved to gather her clothes. As soon as she bent over, and Draco caught sight of her vagina peeking out between her legs, he dropped to his knees behind her and ravaged her with his mouth until her knees were shaking.
It didn't stop there; he couldn't have if he had wanted to. They shagged on the desk, on the floor, and against the cold stone wall. Hermione had to sit one out, not used to the succession of sessions that Draco and Pansy had been building up over the last few months. He filled the mouths and warm pussies of the girls several times. Despite his and Pansy's best efforts to wear themselves out that day, he felt as if he had never had sex before and never would be able to again.
Eventually, Hermione said she was tired and needed to relax. The room gave them a hot shower which they used to their full advantage and almost forgot to actually clean themselves. Late into the night, when they were all too tired to bother putting their clothes back on, Pansy thought to conjure a bed in the corner. With Hermione nestled between the two Slytherins, all three of them fell asleep within minutes. That night, they each dreamed of fantastic new positions to try. Somehow, though he wasn't even awake, Draco knew that it had nothing to do with that damn potion.