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Chapter 11- Skulls

Draco looked to Hermione as she hung on his wall, staring back up at him with her lips parted and her eyebrows pulled together; her eyes uncertain.

She looked vulnerable, and he felt vulnerable… Harry's little speech screamed vulnerable… Pansy? She'd looked close to tears!

Draco hadn't seen her cry in over a month, and before that… it had been when the school had turned on her. Since then, she hadn't cried about it. Not a bit… She simply blocked it out, held her head up, and walked about like it hadn't hurt her as much as it had. Some would call that courage, Draco knew it to be her cunning; because her act had made it seem she was as cold-blooded as everyone thought she was.

That worked for her… that worked for them.

But it was still bloody insane how they'd gone from tying the women to the wall and Harry spelling them naked, to them all feeling… just feeling.

This was supposed to be sex; not that they had put that in blood, or anything. To think that it was supposed to be anything else hadn't been a thought to Draco. Sure, he had wanted to get into Hermione's knickers, and, sure, kissing Harry had been far better than he thought it was going to be when he'd considered it…

But that was it! Just ideas… some considerations… a little kissing… possibly more, but not that kind of more.

"Draco," Hermione whispered, her chest moving with the deep breaths she was taking, "I- I hate you."

Draco gave an inward sigh, happy she hadn't gone all sappy on him, and smirked before saying,

"I hate you too, love." So much for not being sappy…

"Hey!" Pansy butt in suddenly as she pulled away from Harry's kiss; a frown dawning on her full lips as she asked, "When did she become your "love"?"

"Just now, love," Harry answered for Draco, grabbing the raven-haired witch's face to put his lips back to hers. Pansy seemed to take this as an acceptable answer, because she didn't pull away from Harry again.

"Let me go," Hermione said, pulling Draco back to what he should be thinking about; instead of the fact that there was some kind of fucked up love in the air!

"Absolutely not," Draco said simply. "I plan on leaving you here for quite some time."

Pansy watched, from the corner of her eye, as Draco went down on his knees before Hermione; and she bit Harry's lip as she felt the ghost of the blonde's tongue on her folds. It made her moans louder as Harry worked her wand in and out, and he moved his free hand up to breast, bending low enough to take nipple in his mouth.

She reacted instantly to the feeling of Harry's tongue, and pressed her hips into his hand as she heard Hermione moan; causing Pansy to shudder and press harder against the man who was making her core clench and beg for more. She needed more. She would be almost jealous of Hermione being eaten out if Pansy didn't know that she had the other woman's man using her own wand on her as a sex toy.

Harry broke away from Pany's nipple to look up and see what made his girlfriend sound like she was having a splendid time; before he looked back at her to ask,

"Jealous, love?"

Pansy didn't know why the sound of him using a pet name with her made her whimper, or why it sounded so fucking good to have Harry Potter whisper to her with lust. The witch could hardly will her head to shake a "yes", as she was beginning to melt in the Gryffindor's hands.

"This is one of those times that I want you to speak up, Pansy…" She shivered, and he said, "Tell me you're jealous, and I'll-" he tipped his head to Draco, making Pansy look over and down to lock eyes with the blonde's; taking in what features she could as he lapped and nipped at the other woman's opening. Hermione was groaning and pulling against her restraints; moving her hips forward to meet Draco's mouth.

"I…" Pansy trailed off as Harry began to move the wand unbearably fast, pinching her nipple, making the witch force a trembled, "I'm- jealous." He smiled up at her, purring,

"Very good."

He knelt down, removing the wand from her dripping opening, and he used her wetness to slide the wand back towards wall. Pansy shuddered as she realized what he was going to do, and tried to relax as she felt him press it up and into her. She gasped at the feeling- the sound both pained and pleased- and she felt herself clench around the wood.

"Harry!" Pansy snapped weakly as she pressed back against the wall, and pushed her hips forward towards the kneeling man.

Draco had been staring at Hermione's face, allowing the expressions of ecstasy to feed his cock into a raging length of need. He needed her, but he also needed to hear her come. He removed her wand, turned it in his fingers, and he "finite'd" the spell on her ankles; pulling the wand from her opening so he could wrap her thighs around his face and replace the wood with his tongue.

He gripped and palmed her arse; pressing her into him as he sucked and licked and probed. He loved the way she tasted, and he loved the way his greedy mouth made her back arch off the wall, and her hips to move forward to grip him as she began to quake.

"Draco!" Hermione screamed, "FuckI'mcoming!"

"Oh, Merlin, Hermione!" Pansy yelled at the witch, angry that the sound of the other woman getting off affected her every time. It got her off to hear the uppity witch break in Draco's grasp. "I can't- I… Oh, yes! Harry! I'm coming too!" She felt her legs tremble and grasp the man's face to her core; clenching around his tongue and her wand- which he still pumped in and out of her arse (as best he could)- and grinding herself into his face.

She braced herself back against the wall as her body took off into space; the stars behind her eyes could be the evidence of the fact that she was no longer on earth. So gone was she that she hardly noticed as he pulled her wand out and her back came off the wall before she was on the mattress; Harry moving between her legs and pushing himself into her.

At the feeling of the his hard, thick length entering her- aided by his saliva and her cum- she felt a shudder wrack her body, and she was forced to open her eyes and finally look up at the man whom she used to despise.

Pansy felt nothing like that at the moment- pretty close to the opposite, actually- as the feeling of Harry pumping in and out of her became a grounding feeling. She had to reach up and grab onto his shoulders; daring to look him in the eyes; which only caused her to core to begin to reach for another climax.

"Pansy… You feel so bloody good…" The sound of him praising the way her pussy felt around him pushed her further, and she bit her lip to hold back the pleasured groan/gasps.

"You feel bloody good! Your cock is amazing, Harry! I'm going to come again."

Draco could hear that Pansy was getting close to edge again, even without her dirty talk; which only made Draco fuck Hermione harder. The witch below him was getting close once again; her face in the carpet as Draco rode her towards the ending he needed so badly.

He hadn't wasted any time casting "finites" on Hermione's wrists once her orgasm ebbed, and he pulled her down to the ground with him. He also hadn't wasted any time grabbing her and moving her to her knees, sticking her perfect arse in the air, before he plunged into her. It may have been a little much for her at first, but he'd relented only enough to keep her on him; relishing the look of pleasure/pain on her features as she had one cheek on the floor.

Leaning forward, pressing his chest to her back, he said to her,

"Your pussy is perfect. I never want to stop fucking it." She moaned, and he felt her squeeze him; pulling a gasp from his lips as he began to move in and out of her the best he could as he continued, "I want to keep you and Harry here all weekend…" he moved to kiss her shoulder blades, her vertebra, "… and I want to make you come as many times as I can."

"Yes… please, yes! Fuck me, Draco. Harder… make me scream."

"Louder, Hermione," Harry commanded from the bed, and Draco sat up to look up and watch, for just a second, as the Gryffindor pumped vigorously into "their girl". The blonde let the image drive him as he turned back to Hermione, and quickened his pace as the witch screamed,

"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, Draco! I'm going to come again!"

"Come on me, Hermione," Draco ground out before he felt himself suddenly come; forcing himself into her with jagged, brutal thrusts. The witch on his length began to pulse around him, and the blonde had to force himself to keep going as the feeling of coming as hard as he did felt almost painful.

But he persisted, bringing the Gryffindor over the edge with him as Harry grunted his own release into the witch below him on the bed; Pansy biting the flesh of her own inner arm as she tried to keep herself from making the noises that the other three loved all too much.

Draco didn't know how he did it, but he grabbed the slumped Gryffindor from the floor, and threw her on the bed next to her red tie counterpart; before the blonde moved to lie next to his green tie witch. Pansy rolled over to pull him into a kiss; her smile bringing one to Draco's own lips.

He held her close as the four lay in silence and recovered.

A/N: This has GOT to be one of my fave Misfits songs!

(Skulls)

The corpses all hang headless and limp
Bodies with no surprises
And the blood drains down like devil's rain
We'll bathe tonight

I want your skulls
I need your skulls
I want your skulls
I need your skulls

Demon I am and face I peel
To see your skin turned inside out, 'cause
Gotta have you on my wall
Gotta have you on my wall, 'cause

I want your skulls
I need your skulls
I want your skulls
I need your skulls