A/N: So this lemon was not planned at all, but they REALLY wanted it to happen so...who would I be to deny them ;) So far I'm loving all the feedback for this story. I know infidelity/threesomes/etc. aren't everyone's cup of tea, but life is messy sometimes. And I know everyone is OOC in this fic; I was a 1000% aware of that when I started writing, so calm down and keep reading :) If it bothers you, I won't be offended if you leave the story.
I also have a new mini-fic up: The Real You. Update every Tuesday for that one :)
Enjoy!
TWENTY-FOUR
Mistletoe
By the time they arrived at the party, the Ministry was full of half-drunken personnel. The party was in full swing and both of them stared at the crowd with wide eyes. "We don't have to stay long," he reminded her as he dipped low to whisper it in her ear.
"I know," Hermione replied, turning to kiss his cheek.
"Ah, Mister Malfoy," Minsiter Shacklebolt said as he neared the entrance. "And Hermione. I never thought I would ever see you at one of these. Especially after you quit."
She smiled at him and stepped forward to hug him. She had known him long before he was Minister. Back in the Order days. Back when he was just someone they appointed while the Ministry sorted itself out. He had just done such a good job, everyone elected him in. It was mostly due to the fact that he had never held a government job before. The wizarding world loved that about him.
"I figured it would be time for a change," she said as she stepped back. "And I prefer my events without cameras."
He grinned ear-to-ear. "I assure you, there are no cameras here. And this lot will be better off for it," he said and then turned to Draco. "And thank you for your help again, although I think next year I might make it a dry party. Or maybe one of those Muggle cash bars," he muttered as he walked away.
Hermione turned to lift her brow at Draco. "You helped fund this too? It wasn't even a fundraiser?"
He shrugged, but was saved from having to say anything as Seamus walked up to them; a drink in each hand. "As I live and breathe. Am I really seeing Hermione Granger with me own eyes?"
"I've actually been to quite a few events recently," she told him as she embraced him as well. "And if my memory serves, you were the one absent."
"I was away on assignment. Just got back yesterday," he said, bringing one of the glasses to his lips. Draco cleared his throat and Seamus nearly choked on his drink. "You two are friends now?"
Hermione shook her head and blushed as Draco's arm wound its way over her waist possessively. Seamus' eyes went wide as he looked from her waist back up to their faces. "Much more than friends," she answered.
"Oh shite! How did that happen?"
"Oi, Finnegan!"
Hermione looked around, but didn't see who it was that called. "We'll catch up later!" he said over his shoulder as he disappeared into the crowd.
"That was interesting," Draco drawled. "I don't recall the two of you being close."
"We're not," she informed him and then looked down at his hand on her hip. Slowly, she let her gaze drift back up to his and decided not to comment on his little flare of jealousy. "But he was part of the DA and he helped us a great deal."
"The DA?" Draco questioned.
"Dumbledore's Army," she said, a smirk on her lips. "You know, the club that Umbridge put you and your stupid little gang in charge of breaking apart in Fifth Year."
He scowled at her as her smirk turned into a grin and then a full on bout of laughter. "Hey, I thought we agreed to not bring up stupid decision from our adolescent years."
Hermione shook her head and laughed more. "We decided no such thing!"
"Then I propose we have that conversation."
Her laughter subsided back to a smirk as she reached up to place a tender kiss to his lips. "Not on your life," she whispered. He groaned as she pulled away and began to lead them away from the entrance to mingle with the crowd.
Time seemed to go rather quickly after that. They continued to run into people from their school days that prompted a quick round of catching up before mosying on to the next group. However, all the talking had left them parched. When they had finally found themselves alone in a corner of the room, Hermione caught him eyeing the bar longingly. She smiled and pressed her hand to his chest.
"Just because I'm sober, doesn't mean you have to be."
"That's not very fair."
She smiled and let her fingers play with one of the buttons on his shirt. "I appreciate the solidarity, but if you want a drink, Draco; go get one."
He leaned in and kissed her; a smile on his lips the whole time. "What would you like?"
"Water's fine," she replied. "Oh, or pumpkin juice if they have any that isn't spiked."
"I'll be right back," he said and slipped through the crowd to get their drinks.
Hermione leaned against the wall and looked around at the crowd. It was strange to be back here. Galas were one thing. It was a Ministry event that everyone attended. This was a party for those that worked there. She had expected to feel out of place here, but in reality, it felt more like home than ever before. For the first time, she didn't feel as though she was the Golden Girl or Harry Potter's friend; she was just another person celebrating the holidays.
She frowned at the thought of Harry and scanned the crowd. They had been here for a little bit and she had yet to see him or Ginny anywhere. She knew if they were there, one of them would have approached her and Draco by now. It gave her the inclination that something had happened at home. A small knot of worry formed in the pit of her stomach. She hoped everything was alright.
"Here," Draco said, startling her from her thoughts. "Pumpkin juice was all boozed up, but they had some apple cider."
"Perfect," she said, taking the mug from him and inhaling deeply. "Thank you."
She could feel his eyes on her as she did a test sip, making sure that she would burn her mouth if it were too hot. She found it was the perfect temperature and nearly moaned at the taste when she discovered a hint of caramel mixed in the sharp notes of apples and the usual spices.
"It's rude to stare," she scolded, turning her head to smile at him.
"Get used to it, Granger." Hermione couldn't help but shudder at husk in his voice and the fire in his eyes. "I've denied myself the ability to stare at you for most of my life, so now that I'm able, I have no plans on stopping."
Her eyes widened at that and she tipped her head to the side. "Just how long have you been stealing glimpses?"
"Long before I realized why I was stealing them," he replied.
Hermione gulped and licked at her lips subconsciously, finding the faint taste of caramel and apples lingering there. Heat crept to her face as desire pooled in her knickers. He leaned down to brush his lips over hers before his tongue darted out to swipe at her lips. He pulled back with a noise of satisfaction and winked at her.
"You should show me where your office was."
"I didn't work-" she stopped when she saw the desire flash in his eyes at her and she blushed again. "Right, uh…" she glanced around and smirked when she saw Harry's office not too far away. "Follow me."
She took another sip of her cider and set it down on the nearest surface. Draco did the same and then took her hand when she held it out for him. She led him through the crowd at a purposely slow pace. They had only been stopped once to say hello to someone she had worked with back in the day, but when she felt Draco's hand smooth over her rear, her thoughts blanked on the girl's name and they moved forward.
As they neared the door to Harry's office, she looked around to make sure no one noticed and then cast a disillusion charm before slipping inside. "Potter's office? Really?" he asked as he pinned her against the door.
She smirked up at him as her fingers reached up to undo the buttons of his shirt. "Is there a problem?" she asked.
His lips found hers. He briefly nipped at her bottom lip and then slid across her cheek to her ear. "Tell me, Granger," he whispered, nipping at her lobe. "How many times have you come for Potter in here?"
She undid the last button and then placed her hands flat on his chest, her fingers grazing over his nipples. She shivered at his question and then tilted her head back until it rested on the door behind her. One of her hands continued to move upwards until it settled on his neck. He pulled back so he could see her as she answered him.
"None."
He stared at her in disbelief.
"Truthfully," she insisted. "Our paths didn't cross much when I worked here. We liked the thrill of getting caught, but fucking here-"
He silenced her with a heated kiss. One that elicited a moan from her lips immediately. His hands were in her hair and on her waist. His mouth moved against hers; his tongue tasted every bit of her lips before exploring the space beyond.
"Enough about you and Potter fucking," he nearly growled into her mouth as he pulled her away from the wall.
She gripped at his shoulders as he lifted her just enough to keep from stepping on her toes. Her mouth stayed fused to his until he tossed her down onto the couch by the door. She yelped in surprise and then reached for him to pull him down with her. He batted her hands away and knelt before her. She pulled up her skirt as his hands crept up her thighs until they landed on the top of her knickers. Slowly, he curled his fingers around the band and pulled them down her legs.
After he set them on the floor beside him, he placed his hands on her knees and wedged her legs apart. She fell open for him easily and he licked his lips at the thought of tasting her on Potter's office couch. He sure knew how to mark his territory. Instinctively, Hermione scooted down, giving him better access and he smirked before lowering his head to her thighs. He kissed his way up each of them, alternating between them as he went. It was driving her mad and she rolled her hips with need.
She heard his laughter and scowled down at him. She reached down to sink her fingers into his hair as if to direct him to her core. He snatched her wrist and yanked her away and then stared up at her with warning. "Try that again and I'll stop."
"Draco, please."
"Please what?" he asked, his lips pressing against thigh, his breath warming her skin.
She moaned with want and rolled her hips again. "Please." She swallowed thickly and ground her head against the couch cushions. "I want to come for you."
"How?" he asked.
She groaned in frustration as she looked down and locked eyes with him. "I don't care, Draco. Just-"
Her words died on her tongue as he moved forward with ease and ran his tongue along her slit from top to bottom. She arched up, coating him in her arousal. She bit at her lip and closed her eyes, reveling in the sensations. He used his fingers to part her folds before flicking rapidly at her clit with his tongue. Just when she thought she would see the stars, he slowed his pace and she whimpered.
Her hand stole down to his hair again, this time just wanting to thread her fingers through the strands while her other hand reached into the top of her dress to play with her own breast. "Draco," she moaned as she felt his fingers sink into her core while his tongue continued drawing lazy circles around her clit at varying speeds.
He continued to bring her to the brink only to slow his ministrations down at the last second. "Draco, please," she whined.
"Please what?" he asked again, his breath warm against her core.
"Please let me come," she whispered.
He sucked at her clit in response and moaned against her body as he started to build her back up again. Hermione's head arched farther back as she moaned again. Her eyes fluttered and then opened at another sound.
She gasped at the sight of Harry. He had just shut the door and then stayed by it. He stared at them with his arms folded over his chest. Draco lifted his head for a moment, regarded the Golden Boy, and then lowered himself back to Hermione's core.
She shifted her hips and whimpered, but his free hand came up to hold her in place. "Draco-"
"Don't stop on my account," Harry insisted.
Draco harrumphed against her as he added another finger into her core. He made it very clear he had no intentions of doing any such thing.
Hermione moaned despite herself and then turned to glower at Harry. "Please," she begged, not sure if it was towards Draco to push her over the edge or to Harry to leave them alone.
Harry's jaw clenched as his eyes swept down to watch Draco lick at her core before going up to her eyes again.
"Harry…" she had meant to berate him, but his name came out a breathy moan as her release hit her. Her fingers tightened on her breast and twitched in Draco's hair. Her body arched off the couch as she cried out.
Her eyes never left Harry's.
Draco continued to lap at her, seeing her through her orgasm. When she was back down from her high, he removed his fingers and pulled back. He wiped at his mouth with his other hand and made a show of licking his fingers as he moved to sit beside Hermione on the couch.
"Did you need something, Potter?"
"This is my office," he reminded them. "I don't recall giving either of you permission to fuck in it."
"If I recall, we're not the ones who need permission to-"
"Enough," Hermione snapped, smoothing her skirt down as she sat up. "What do you want, Harry?"
He stared at Draco for another moment before sliding his eyes over to her. There was lust lurking in his emerald gaze, but there was anger as well. "I don't want anything from you," he said. "I didn't know you would be in here."
Hermione sighed and she looked down as guilt crept up her cheeks, turning them pink. "I'm sorry, Harry," she said, her voice meek. She reached for Draco's hand and tugged at it, meaning to get to her feet. "We'll go."
Draco tugged her back down onto the couch and shook his head. "I don't think it's wise that Potter and I leave this office for a few minutes."
Her eyes widened as she looked between the two of them. The heat in her cheeks renewed as she glimpsed both of their arousals through their trousers. "Right." She put her hands in her lap and plucked at her skirt, squirming slightly as she felt her own arousal slipping out to dampen her skirt beneath her. She closed her eyes and gnawed at her lip, trying not to laugh at the situation.
The humor died in her throat as Draco's lips brushed against her throat, his hand delving into the top of her dress to palm her breast. "What are you doing?" she asked, giving Harry a side-eyed glance, before moving away from Draco.
"Giving permission," he mumbled against her skin, his tongue dipping out to taste her. He pulled away for a moment, his eyes locking with hers. He flicked his gaze to Harry behind her and then back to her again.
She stared at him and then turned her head to look at Harry. She took a deep breath and thought about the party going on beyond the door. That somewhere in that crowd was Ginny. Harry's wife. Someone who knew and would surely found out if she said yes. She looked at Draco again, searching his face for any signs of doubt.
"Even if either you say no to him, I'm still going to fuck you on this couch like I planned. Potter can either leave or enjoy the show."
His words sent a large shudder down her spine and she found herself nodding. Despite their past history, despite Ginny's knowledge of their affair, despite her growing feelings for Draco; she couldn't help but remember the last time they had shared her and Merlin, she wanted to feel that again.
Draco moved and pulled her with him so that she was sitting on the middle cushion. She felt the couch sink on her other side and turned to see Harry sitting there. She twisted in her seat enough to undo his shirt as well, putting him in the same state of undress as Draco. She relaxed against the couch once more as they picked up on her cue and began undoing their trousers in unison. When they had pushed everything from their hips, Hermione reached down and wrapped one hand around each of their throbbing cocks.
They both sucked in a breath as she began to pump them slowly. Draco leaned in to kiss her and she turned as best she could to let him. Harry maneuvered himself to place his lips on her neck and she closed her eyes. They both worked together to slide the straps of her dress down, forcing her to let go of them for a moment so pull her arms through the holes. She resumed her strokes as they lowered their hands to her skirt, pulling until her entire dress was bunched up in the middle, leaving her exposed between them.
She sighed into Draco's mouth as a hand found her core. She was still dripping from earlier giving whoever's fingers it was the ease of slipping right back into her body. She squirmed at the touch and slid her mouth away from Draco's. "Somebody fuck me," she breathed; half demand, half beg.
Harry and Draco got to their feet, their clothes falling to the floor. She wasn't sure who, but one of them pulled her up between them as they stepped out of their clothes and kicked them to the side. She was facing Draco with Harry at her back. She moaned as Draco brought one of her legs up and hooked it around his arm, pulling her closer.
She felt Harry take himself and rub between her folds, coating his arousal in her own, drenching him. She braced herself with one hand on Draco's bicep; the same one that was holding her leg up. The other arm she threw behind her, wrapping it as best she could around Harry. She whimpered as they both poised themselves at her entrances and a moment later, she cried out from the fullness.
Harry buried his face in her hair as he muttered all sorts of nonsense. Out of all their times together, they had never explored anal. Her skin burned with desire as he cursed himself to Merlin and back, wondering why he had never done that before.
Draco's lips sought hers as she adjusted to both of them, waiting until they were firmly inside of her. Her fingers curled around the material of his sleeve and when she was ready, she rolled her hips.
There was plenty of movement after that. It started slow, with both Harry and Draco moving at their own paces, but careful not to hurt her. But once they found that rhythm, that special synchronization of perfect harmony, their pace increased.
Hermione lost herself in the pleasure. She lost count of how many times she came for them. She didn't even recognize the sound of her own voice as she cried out for each of them in a flurry of desperate pleas. She felt as though she weren't even in her own body as she felt their lips and hands everywhere, gripping at her for purchase as they pounded away.
Their rhythm broke as they neared their own release. She could feel them both twitching inside of her body and pulsing with a need. With one last push, they both buried themselves deep within her and all three of them came together.
Her head dropped onto Draco's shoulder as Harry's fell onto hers. They were breathing hard in each other's arms as their bodies trembled from their exertion. Slowly, as they began to soften inside of her, they pulled out and Draco eased her leg to the ground.
She sighed at the feeling of loss as Harry stepped away from her completely. He waved his hand to clean himself and began redressing without looking anywhere but the ground. Draco used his magic to clean them both and then began redressing himself. Hermione cleared her throat and smoothed down her skirt before pulling the top of the dress back into place.
"We should-" she started.
Harry cut her off by pulling her to him and placing his mouth over hers. She stilled in his arms, but kissed him back. It was still strange to feel his mouth move with hers and have it not feel as though the ground were being pulled beneath her feet. Instead, it was just a kiss; one that didn't leave her wanting more, but made her feel desired all the same.
He pulled away just as abruptly, causing her to stumble slightly. "I'll go out first and make sure no one's watching. Two minutes," he said and left his office in a hurry.
As the door clicked closed she shook her head and turned to Draco. "Did that really just happen?"
"Took me by surprise too," he assured her as he moved forward to place a kiss to her forehead.
"That's not what I intended by coming in here," she said, cupping his face. "You know that, right?"
He smiled and kissed her briefly. "Nor did I intend to extend the invitation to share you again. I hope you'll forgive me for that."
She smiled and sighed. "I do," she assured him. "I know it's messy considering my feelings for him, but Merlin…" she whispered, biting her lip. "We should go."
"I'm sure Mrs. Potter will be looking for us."
At the mention of Ginny, Hermione's breath hitched. Embarrassment coursed through her and she groaned. Draco was staring at her with a strange expression, as if trying to piece together a puzzle. She forced herself to smile again and stepped towards the door. "It's just been so easy over the years that I forget he's married sometimes," she admitted.
She opened the door and slipped out before he could comment. She felt his hand reach for hers and they stepped away from the office to rejoin the party.
"There you are!" Ginny said as she and Harry came into view. "Sorry we're late; you know how Mum gets."
Hermione nodded and dropped Draco's hand in favor of playing with the fabric of her dress. "I'm sure I'm not the only one that could use a drink," Draco said, looking at the three of them.
"Pumpkin juice," she said immediately. His brow arched and she inclined her head. She knew it had less booze than a Butterbeer, but she needed something in her system. The high of what they had just done was already wearing off and now the cravings were running rampant through her system.
"Me too," Ginny said.
"Coming right up," Draco said before looking at Harry.
"I'll go with you," he volunteered and followed Draco towards the bar.
Ginny and Hermione moved forward as well. They were in the middle of the room where the vast majority of party goers had converged. Ginny reached for Hermione's hand and held it firmly while they sought somewhere a little less stifling.
"I think this is the most boozed up I've ever seen this lot," Ginny remarked, scanning the room.
Hermione nodded in agreement. "They're much better behaved at other events. Kingsley said something about maybe limiting booze in the future."
Ginny snickered and then looked up. She did a double take and Hermione followed her gaze. Right above them was a bough of mistletoe suspended in the air with magic. Hermione smiled and then stilled as she looked back down at her friend.
"Ginny-"
It was useless to protest. She knew full well that once Ginny had her mind set on something, it was going to happen. This time was no different. Much like the other day in the kitchen at Grimmauld, Ginny closed the distance between them and laid her lips over Hermione's.
This time, Ginny wasn't just about getting a taste to see what the fuss was about. No. This time, Hermione felt her taking her time as if to savor her and put on a show.
This time, Hermione gave in and let her.
Ginny made a noise of delight as Hermione reached up to cup her face while her other hand rested on her hip to pull her close, mimicking the red head's hold on her. Their mouths moved slowly, getting used to the feel of the other's. It was Hermione that asked for more by swiping at her bottom lip. Ginny was quick to part her lips and her tongue was there to caress Hermione's. She closed her eyes and sighed into Ginny's mouth, her hand sliding away from her face to sink into her hair.
They both stilled at the sound of a throat clearing. Ginny smirked, giving her one last soft nip at her lip before pulling away. Hermione swallowed thickly and bit at her lip, tasting Ginny again as she lifted her head to see that it wasn't just Draco and Harry staring at her with fire in their eyes and clenched jaws. Several others near them had stopped what they were doing and were staring openly at the display.
Slowly, the others began to strike up their conversation again and Hermione reached for Draco's double shot of Firewhiskey. She downed it with ease and set it down on the next tray that floated by. "Mistletoe," she muttered, pointing upwards.
"I can see why you keep going back to her, Harry," Ginny said, looping her arm through his as she took the flute of pumpkin juice meant for her from his hand.
Hermione watched as both Draco and Harry looked at Ginny. Draco was quick to look back at Hermione and quirked a brow when she didn't react. Harry, on the other hand, was staring at his wife in complete terror. She could see the tremble in his hand from the way his Firewhiskey moved in his glass.
"Ginny-" he started.
"Come on, Harry. I heard Seamus is back," she said, tugging him away. She smiled at Draco, winked at Hermione, and then disappeared with Harry into the crowd again.
"Ready to go?" Draco asked.
She grabbed the flute of pumpkin juice and drank until it was empty. She set it down as she swallowed the last bit and nodded profusely. He said nothing as he thread his fingers through hers and lead her towards the exit.