Written for the HP Triad Fest on AO3
Title: Take on Me
Collection: HPTriadFest
Rating: M (18+ only)
Category: M/M, M/F, Multi
Fandom: Harry Potter
Relationship: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter
Character: Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger
Additional tags: Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, PWP, MMF, Multi, Triad, Friends to Lovers, polyamory, Explicit Consent, Anal Sex, Rimming, Cunnilingus, Fellatio, Blowjobs, Vaginal Sex, Explicit Sexual Content, 80's Mixtape
Word count: 8355
Summary: It's nearly a decade after the war, plenty of time for Draco to have become close friends with Hermione through work, and through her, with Harry. But Draco wants to be more than friends, and it only takes a couple of Firewhisky-inspired dances and wine-laced kisses to find out that he's not the only one ready to take their friendships to the next level.
Author's notes: I'm generally a Drarry shipper, but once upon a time, I occasionally indulged in some Harmony stories, so the whole Draco/Harry/Hermione triad has long held a special place in my heart. There don't seem to be too many of them out there, though, so when I saw this prompt for the fest, I knew I wanted it. I love the idea of Harry and Hermione adopting Draco into their friendship and letting that evolve into something more.
Prompt #41: A longstanding three-way crush that blossoms into something more on a trip. Smut, everyone touching everyone, a little drinking, dancing.
There's a playlist for this story called Hermione's 80s Mixtape. Paste this into Spotify's search: /playlist/1GEpQM4TbGjg3qif3P7h7m?si=97af86af43aa4ddb
Hermione Granger had had a really rough week. It was at turns triumphant and heartbreaking, but all of it exhausting.
She flipped through the binder of DVDs, searching for something they could all agree upon to watch that evening, something that would avoid the bickering in which Harry and Draco loved to indulge. A comedy, most likely, given the mood everyone had been in all week. She needed a laugh.
They all did.
Draco had been lead Arguer on the case she'd been preparing for months. They'd spent the entirety of the previous two weeks preparing witnesses and working with Harry who, as senior Auror on the case, would be their star witness.
A dead mother, an abused child, and a psychotic father who insisted that the child should be killed when they didn't get their Hogwarts letter. It was heartbreaking and hit a little too close to home for them all, so they all three threw everything into it. It resulted in a conviction—a life sentence in Azkaban for the father—and the child uprooted and sent to live with a distant Muggle cousin.
Sometimes, even winning felt like losing.
She felt her eyes burning and angrily ran her hands over her face. Enough. They needed comedy and adventure. She flipped a few more pages of the binder until—
Perfect. The Princess Bride. Funny enough for them all, adventure to distract everyone, and just a touch of romance to tease her boys over. Not that any of them really knew anything about romance these days, but all the more reason to tease. And, as a bonus, she didn't think either of them had seen it before, so neither would be able to argue for or against it.
She pulled out the disc and slid it into the player, then glanced at her watch and went back to her bedroom to change into a pair of comfortable trousers. Half-past six, which meant the guys would be over any time. Harry had better have the food with him as promised because she was ravenous. Not for the first time, she thanked the stars that they knew her so well and wouldn't care when she ate her fair share of the curry. There were no dainty flowers here, and she didn't need to pretend with them or care what they thought.
Except, she did. Not about what she ate, but she did care what they thought about her. More than anything, really.
She dropped her head in her hands and sat down on the side of her bed. How had she got herself into such a predicament? Was she going to spend her entire life falling in love with her best friends?
The Floo chimed and she ran her hand through her hair, straightened her back, and reached for the door. There was no time for her self-flagellation. It was their evening to relax together and she wasn't going to spoil it.
Draco Malfoy took a bite of his Chicken Korma and let out a hum of pleasure.
He'd never imagined this would be him, casually eating Indian food out of a plastic container, sitting on a sofa with and watching Muggle telly on a Friday night. But Salazar, it was glorious.
And not just the food and entertainment, but the company.
Hermione's intelligent commentary on the film, Harry's ridiculous laughter at the character's antics—they completed the picture of comfort and enjoyment he needed. Even more, they completed the circle of what his chest wanted.
With Pansy in Los Angeles, Blaise spending much of his time on the continent, and most of his other old friends falling away, Draco had been a little lost after law school. His parents had both passed away after the war, his father in Azkaban and his mother shortly after, and he was left alone with a large manor, a law degree, and very few friends still available. He poured himself into his work to fill the gaps, and it was the best thing he'd ever done.
Because there, late with him most evenings, was Hermione Granger. And she changed everything.
It took time, of course, but professional respect slowly turned into friendly banter, which eventually turned into true friendship. And with Hermione came Harry Potter.
That one took longer. They didn't work together every day, as Draco did with Hermione, but lunches with Hermione often included the other man, and that eventually morphed into random Quidditch games and shared judgements on Hermione's latest dates. Harry had a sarcastic sense of humour that Draco enjoyed and an instinct about things that Draco learned to respect.
Draco's attention was pulled back to the present when Harry's booming laugh shook the couch.
"Inconceivable!" Harry called out, falling back into his laughter. "This man's logic is about on par with old Voldie's."
Hermione smirked, and Draco couldn't help but notice the dimple in her right cheek peeking out at him. Harry must have noticed it too, as his green eyes lingered on her for a moment, then shot to Draco as if checking to see if he noticed. Harry flushed slightly, then reached for his beer.
Salazar, these two would be the death of him. He wanted so much, but he knew they weren't for him. They deserved better. Not to mention, they were both Muggle-raised. He knew they'd been raised with strict teachings of what was acceptable and what wasn't, and a triad relationship was most likely out of the question.
And he'd never be able to choose between them.
Harry Potter stared at his best friend, incredulous.
When Hermione squirmed uncomfortably, Harry glanced at Draco. His grey eyes were wide and he looked as panicked as Harry felt. "What do you mean, you're going away for the holiday?" Harry asked, wondering how his voice sounded so normal when his chest was so tight.
Hermione rolled her eyes. "If you'd let me finish—"
"You're leaving us here for Christmas?" Draco interrupted. "Alone?"
"Draco, shut up. I was about to invite you both to go with me."
Harry let out the breath he hadn't realised he was holding. He'd spent the last several Christmases with Hermione and her parents. Ever since he and Ginny had broken up, holidays had become an awkward affair at the Weasley with Ginny's new boyfriend present, but Hermione had always made sure Harry wasn't alone, that he'd felt like he had a place with her. And then they'd added Draco, and it made sense. The three of them, together at Christmas.
Together.
"I don't know how to ski," Harry muttered, feeling like he had to make sure they realised that. Taking him along on a ski trip seemed asinine.
Draco cocked an eyebrow. "We'll teach you. Besides, if you bring your broom, we can go flying down the slopes. It's even better."
Hermione cleared her throat. "My parents have reservations at a Muggle lodge, Draco. No flying."
"They're not paying for us, are they?" Harry interrupted. "Hermione, you know I can take care of it myself."
"Nonsense," Draco said, his voice pompous as it always was when money was mentioned. "Are they particularly attached to a specific location?"
Hermione shook her head. "No, they were just looking for a place that still had openings. They're rather booked this time of year, but my mum knows a man, and he thinks he can get us a couple of rooms."
"Or," Draco continued, "we can stay at my family's lodge. It's not in use right now. I'll just have Miffy pop over and prepare it for visitors. No cost, then, and we'll have privacy. It's rented out to Muggles sometimes, so your parents should be comfortable enough." He shot Harry a grin. "And you can bring your broom."
The thought of flying with Draco down the mountainside brought a new excitement, one Harry generally ignored when it reared its confusing head. Confusing not because Draco was a man or anything—Merlin knew Harry could appreciate a man as well as a woman—but because he was Draco; his ex-nemesis-turned-best-friend.
Harry caught Hermione staring at the two of them from his peripheral vision, her eyes darting between back and forth and looking sad. Maybe he should let them go without him. Maybe she needed time alone with Draco, time to let whatever was developing between the two of them to flourish. Harry was probably just in the way.
"I don't know. Maybe I should stay here. I wouldn't want to intrude—" He cut off when he was hit by pillows being thrown from each direction.
"Idiot," Hermione murmured. "You're coming. And Draco's coming. And my parents will be there and we'll all have a lovely time."
Right. Her parents were going to be there, so there wasn't anything he could legitimately get in the way of. He grinned. "Well, if you've already got it figured out, there's nothing for us to decide on, right? Other than when we'll go?"
Hermione beamed, and Harry watched Draco's eyes twinkle as they took in her happiness. It hurt so much to watch them grow closer without him, but he loved them both too much to come between them.
Draco turned back to Harry and the twinkle remained.
Harry stifled a sigh. Merlin, I love them.
Malfoy Lodge was beautiful. The large house was old with dark woods and decorations, but it was also modern with comfortable furnishings. The upper levels both opened onto a great room arranged with comfortable seating surrounding a huge hearth, currently lit with a roaring fire. It reminded Hermione of the Gryffindor common room in some ways, though clearly more expensive, but she refused to mention that and get Draco started on arguments over house superiorities. She was pretty sure he voiced those arguments for entertainment, sure they'd start a fight with Harry, and she wanted this to be pleasant for all of them, not just for the boys who loved to spar.
She listened to Draco and Harry rifling through their luggage, settling into their bedrooms on either side of hers. Finishing hanging up her own clothing in the deep closet, she glanced at her watch. Her parents were late. Really late. She'd expected them to be there when Hermione and her friends had arrived by Portkey an hour before. She glanced at her mobile that had been silent for hours and picked it up off the bed.
Three missed calls and a voicemail.
She sighed in relief and rolled her eyes at her own foolishness. She must not have good service out here in the wilderness, and it was no wonder. At least she was getting her messages. She clicked the button and put the phone to her ear.
"Hermione, honey, I'm so sorry. We're not going to be able to make it. We're fine, don't worry—" her mother's voice trailed off as there was a muffled, male voice in the background. "Well, your father is not as fine and is quite a cranky baby, actually. According to the doctor, it's his gall bladder. Too many greasy foods over the last few weeks have exasperated things, evidently. They want us to stick close to home for a few days and then they'll be operating to take it out on the twenty-seventh."
Hermione sucked in a breath. Operation. Dad.
"And don't you get all worried about him, young lady. It's a completely common surgery and it'll fix him right up. They just don't want him travelling now in case it becomes worse and they need to get him in sooner."
There was a rustling and her father's voice took over. "Sweetie, don't worry about me. Enjoy your ski trip with your friends and have a good Christmas. We'll call you tomorrow, but don't you dare come back here, hear me? We love you. Go have fun without us."
The message ended and Hermione stared at her phone, stunned. He was going to be okay, she knew he was. It was a minor procedure, and he'd be fine.
Just. Now what? She looked up as Harry's voice came from the hallway followed by Draco's laughter.
A smile slowly crossed her face. She was going to have a lovely Christmas holiday with her boys. And if she wished they were really her boys, in all the special ways she couldn't admit out loud, well, maybe she'd have some lovely dreams to accompany her lovely holiday.
Harry sipped and closed his eyes as the warm liquor made its way down his throat. The warm fire felt luxurious after the cold day on the mountain: first, trying his hand at skiing, and after, racing Draco up and down the mountainside on his broom. The murmur of Draco and Hermione on the sofa across from him brought a smile to his face. He let his head fall back, the alcohol beginning to numb his brain around the edges.
"This is fucking amazing." He was surprised to hear his own voice interrupt the others', but he opened his eyes and smirked. "Well, it is. Just the three of us, out here in the middle of the mountains, no one around to bother us."
"And this amazing house," Hermione added. "It's just perfect, Draco."
Draco laughed. "It was your idea. But it was a brilliant one."
Hermione smiled and took a sip of her wine before the music Harry had hardly noticed changed, and she squealed. "Oh, I love this one!"
She jumped up and began to dance to the music, singing at the top of her lungs.
"You put the boom-boom into my heart…"
Harry threw his head back, laughing. "Wham? Seriously?"
"Yes, seriously! It's my 80s mixtape." She came over, removed Harry's drink from his hand and pulled him from his chair. She wrapped her arms around his neck and sang. "Wake me up before you go-go, Don't leave me hanging on like a yo-yo…"
Harry looked down into her sparkling brown eyes, realising that she was moving against him, her soft body shaking back and forth and rubbing in the most interesting of ways. He took a deep breath, willing his dick not to react and scare away his best friend.
"Draco," she whined. "Come on. You have to dance too."
Draco approached, meeting Harry's gaze and raising an eyebrow. Harry grinned and gave a shrug. Then, allowing the Firewhisky he'd been drinking to persuade him, he grabbed Draco's arm and pulled him behind Hermione.
They moved together, laughing and singing, occasionally taking sips from whoever's glass seemed to be in reach. The music changed and the dancing took on a more manic tempo. The three of them turned and jumped and sang ridiculously loud.
More liquor, more songs, more dancing. They were all touching, sharing the energy. Draco held Hermione's hair as Harry wrapped it into a tail. Harry and Hermione helped Draco when he got stuck taking his jumper off while holding his drink. Draco and Hermione pulled Harry up when he tripped over his own drunken feet.
"It's gonna take a lot to drag me away from you, There's nothing that a hundred men or more could ever do, I bless the rains down in Africa…"
Harry couldn't remember the last time he'd felt this young and free and relaxed. It was these two people, these two he loved with his whole heart, who made him feel this way, who made him feel like he could be anything, do anything.
"Love Shack, baby, Love Shack!" Draco's voice sang above the others, completely out of tune and perfect. He was smiling at Harry and at Hermione, and Harry wondered if he could bundle this moment forever. It was like cradling himself in the light of a Patronus.
The music suddenly changed to something slower, the rhythm sensual, and Draco's arms reached out, gradually drawing both Harry and Hermione close to him. Draco looked as surprised at the action as Harry felt, and Hermione's eyes were wide, but Harry couldn't figure out what she was thinking.
Fortunately, you have got someone who relies on you,
We started out as friends, but the thought of you just caves me in,
The symptoms are so deep it is much too late to turn away,
We started out as friends…
Hermione turned and leaned backwards against Harry's chest, pulling Draco to her front, putting her arms around his neck, and Harry couldn't stop himself. He ran his hand up Draco's arm, wrapped his other arm around Hermione's waist, and buried his face in her hair, inhaling her familiar scent.
Sign your name across my heart, I want you to be my baby…
The words of the song swam through his head. They were incredibly over the top and sentimental, but then, Harry was feeling overly sentimental, so he supposed it worked. The three of them were quiet, moving together to the gentle beat, and Harry didn't open his eyes to see who was caressing his own arm.
All alone with you makes the butterflies in me arise
Slowly we make love and the earth rotates to our dictates
Slowly we make love...
It should have been strange, this touching. It wasn't something they normally did, especially not Harry and Draco, but it felt so perfect, so right.
Something touched Harry's cheek, and his eyes flew open meeting Draco's silvery, intense gaze. He was running a finger along Harry's chin, and Hermione stood between them, suddenly still. Harry couldn't bring himself to look at her, but he held her tight, willing her to stay, to let whatever was about to happen, happen.
Draco leaned forwards, waiting for Harry to pull away. Instead, Harry tilted his head, holding his breath. The inevitable brushing of lips was light, hesitant, unsure. It was so unlike Draco that Harry fell just a bit more in love at the show of vulnerability, the crack in the aristocratic facade.
Draco drew back, dropping his hand back to Harry's arm, and then he looked down at Hermione, and Harry's eyes dared to follow. Her back was still to Harry, but she had turned slightly to watch them and Harry could see the clear longing on her face now. There was no jealousy or anger, and her eyes widened as she realised that she was about to be kissed as well.
Harry watched, entranced by the shape of Draco's jaw, his pale skin against Hermione's caramel tones as their lips met. The kiss was nearly as brief as Harry's, and Draco's eyes flicked between Hermione's and Harry's, searching for something. A response, perhaps.
Harry dropped his nose to the side of Hermione's neck, nuzzling her gently. "Hermione?" he asked quietly. "Can I kiss you too?" he whispered in her ear. Merlin, he hoped she'd agree.
She turned slightly, her brown eyes meeting his, and she smiled slightly, nodding. "Please."
Harry didn't wait to be asked again. He leaned down and captured her lips in his, drawing her full bottom lip slightly into his mouth before he pulled away.
They all stood in silence as the song died out. The next song started and Harry barely noticed anything other than the switch to another old ballad—Air Supply, his unconscious mind offered. The alterations of the last five minutes were almost too much to process, but if there was anything Harry did well, it was to keep up with rapid changes.
"Draco," his voice came out rough, and he wasn't surprised. It felt rough. "You kissed us."
Draco chuckled softly. "You don't say."
"Prat," Hermione muttered. "Should we talk about this?"
Harry wanted to roll his eyes. Of course, she'd want to talk about it. That was his Hermione.
"Er, well, we could do that. Or, um…we could kiss some more. I liked that," Harry said, trying to keep things light, and more than anything, not wanting to kill the mood.
Draco's eyes flashed in approval. "The jacuzzi," he murmured, a question in his voice. "We could take our drinks out there, perhaps, and talk? And, well,"—he met Harry's eyes and raised an eyebrow—"whatever?" The side of his mouth twitched, and Harry's cock suddenly matched it.
"Fuck yes. The jacuzzi sounds amazing."
Hermione seemed to relax and threw her head back onto Harry's chest with a soft laugh. "Fine, but no whatever until we talk a little. You're my best friends, and we can't whatever if we're not all on the same page." Her voice had taken on that bossy undertone that once used to annoy Harry, but now, more often than not, got him hard.
"You bossy minx," Draco said dryly, but Harry noticed a sharp look in the other man's gaze that he'd seen before but hadn't recognised. Perhaps Draco had the same reaction as Harry to that tone.
Hermione paused by the door, Harry and Draco's voices coming through the crack. She could do this. She wanted this. Circe, she wanted this, wanted them, but she didn't want to lose them either. This had the potential to explode if they weren't all on the same page, and she would not let that happen.
They were too important.
She looked down at the red, floral, one-piece bathing suit she'd brought, lamenting its modest cut. She'd expected to be wearing it around her parents and her best friends, after all, not two men who may shortly become her lovers.
Lovers.
Her heart quickened at the word. She could do this.
Pushing open the door, she stepped through, almost laughing as both Harry and Draco's heads turned her way in unison from their seats in the jacuzzi.
They were like yin and yang in their appearances, one pale skin and nearly white hair, one golden skin and nearly black hair, but their differences complimented each other, as did so many facets of their personalities. Where one was soft, the other was hard, and where one held a weakness, the other strength. Together, they completed her in a way she wasn't sure either could have done by themselves.
Steel grey and emerald green followed her closely as she approached them across the cold decking, careful not to crush Harry's carefully set aside glasses as she stepped down into the bubbling heat of the water. Each man was about two feet away from her, the three of them making an almost perfect isosceles triangle, and her logical mind approved of the balance. She settled in, attempting to get comfortable, but unable to under the quiet scrutiny.
She was nervous, but she managed to push herself to speak and hated the tremble in her voice. "Well, then…"
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
"Hermione," Harry murmured. "It's just us. Whatever you want to say will be fine."
She smiled in answer, then nodded at Draco, opening her eyes on a long exhale. "Why did you kiss us?"
Draco snorted, making Harry chuckle quietly and mutter, "Smooth."
"Shut up, Potter," Draco said, shooting the other man a glare before looking back at Hermione. "Why did you kiss me back? And Harry?"
She couldn't answer that, could she? Panic rose up in her throat, closing it, making her unable to get any words out even if her brain would let her. They sat in silence for what seemed like ages, each daring the other to speak, and each moment that passed became more of a struggle for her. To admit it, to admit that she had feelings for them could cost her everything.
Finally, Harry grunted. "Fine, I'll go first. I kissed you both because it seemed right. And because I wanted to. I've wanted to for a long time, really, and I still want to, but you're both cocking it all up by wanting to talk without actually talking."
Relief rolled through Hermione, then amusement, making her roll her eyes. Leave it to Harry to just plough through it with brute force. She loved him for it. And it gave her the courage she'd been grasping for. She took a deep breath.
"Fine. I kissed you back because I wanted to." She dared to meet Harry's beautiful green eyes. "And yes, I want to do it some more, Harry." She replayed her best friend's words and felt her heartbeat race even faster, then she made herself ask, "Do you mean that? That you've wanted to kiss me for a long time?"
Harry nodded. "Both of you. I just… I could see that you both got on so well, and it didn't really occur to me you'd want me too."
Hermione's jaw dropped at Harry's admission. He didn't think they'd want him? She started to lean forwards, to reassure him, but Draco was already there. It made her smile to see the softer side of this outwardly hard man.
"Potter," Draco's voice was low, but he was just inches from Harry's face, his dripping hand reaching up and running along Harry's jaw. Harry's eyes were wide, the green nearly glowing in the evening light. "I kissed you both because I want you too. Both of you."
"Why haven't you said anything before?" Hermione moved closer, next to Harry.
Draco raised an eyebrow and glanced in her direction. "Why haven't you?"
Hermione felt her face heat and looked down.
His voice was softer when he continued. "Triad relationships aren't unheard of in the wizarding world, but I didn't know if either of you would be open to it."
That made sense. A year ago, the idea might have scared her away. But now, she was just so relieved, so happy this might actually be possible, that she didn't care. She looked up into Draco's face, then to Harry's. "I'm open to it."
Draco's eyes lit and he let out a little hum, the sound he made when he ate something he particularly enjoyed. "Harry?"
"Yeah."
Harry's voice was breathless and his answer hung in the air between them. It only took a slight leaning forwards for Harry to initiate the kiss this time. She'd watched them earlier, the soft kiss they'd exchanged while dancing, and it was nothing like this. That was soft and questioning, hesitant. This was raw and demanding, and it made something in her stomach ache with wanting. Harry's mouth fell open and Draco pushed forwards, climbing onto Harry's lap, and for the first time, Hermione was able to see that Draco had forgone any swimwear when entering the jacuzzi. She felt her clitoris throb in anticipation.
She must have let out a noise at that, as both men broke apart and looked at her. Draco's face was intent, but Harry was looking at her in a way she'd sometimes seen him looking at Draco, and years ago, at Ginny. He wanted her.
His arm under the water grabbed her hip and drew her against them. He let out a groan as Draco moved in his lap, but Harry ignored him and concentrated on her. His emerald green eyes never left her own until they closed and his lips were on hers, so soft and so, well, Harry. She opened her mouth and let him inside, let his tongue tease at hers. He tasted like Firewhisky and chocolate, and like the red wine she knew Draco had been drinking all evening.
Harry's hand was still on her hip, his other still on Draco's other side, so it surprised her when she felt the second hand caressing her collar bone, pushing the tendrils of hair from her neck, but then Draco's mouth followed and she revelled in the thrill of both men's mouths on her. Harry moved from her mouth across her cheekbone, sucking on a little spot behind her ear that had her letting out a long moan.
"Salazar, that's hot," Draco murmured before moving off Harry's lap, kneeling before her, nudging his way closer by parting her knees as she sat back against the jacuzzi's edge. He continued his exploration of her neck with his mouth.
Harry turned to her entirely now, running a finger along the strap of her bathing suit. "Can I move this?"
"Yeah," she sighed and felt Harry peeling the straps down, over her elbows, slowly revealing her breasts. The bubbling water tickled her nipples slightly. Her breasts, though not terribly large, still seemed to be just big enough to slightly float on top of the water.
Both men groaned in what she hoped was appreciation, and while Harry kept his eyes on hers while he ran his fingers along the top of her chest, right at the swelling of her right breast and making her shiver, Draco wasted no time leaning down, lowering his mouth into the water and capturing her nipple, sucking it into his mouth.
"Oh, God," she moaned, resting a hand on the back of Draco's pale head and dropping her head back on the ledge of the jacuzzi. "Draco."
Harry moved his fingers down her torso, reaching her thighs, then caressed down to her knee, his hands moving deftly under the water. She took the opportunity of his distraction to do a little exploring of her own and reached over, expecting to find his swimming trunks and finding only bare skin.
Neither of the guys had entered with swimsuits. Circe help her.
Feeling brave, she slowly ran her hand up Harry's thigh, the thick hair soft in the bubbling water, until she reached her goal.
He was hard. She pulled her hand back in surprise but felt ridiculous. Of course he was hard. She knew if she weren't in the water she'd be sopping wet, so why wouldn't he be hard as they snogged and petted and Draco sucked her breast and—
"Fuck," Harry gasped as she wrapped her hand around his length. He thrust slightly, and she imagined what it'd be like to take him into her mouth, to suck on him, to suckTa on Draco.
She opened her eyes as Draco stilled. He was watching them, watching her hand slowly moving under the water. "Inside," Draco ordered. "I want to go inside so I can see you properly."
"It's getting too hot here anyway," she said, trying to sound like she knew what they should do next. "We shouldn't stay in a jacuzzi for so long. It's not healthy."
Harry let out a frustrated laugh as she removed her hand, but he leaned forwards and placed a kiss on her forehead. "Always watching out for us."
Draco stood back and watched as Harry helped Hermione out of the jacuzzi, wrapping her in a towel and casting warming charms on them all as they entered back into the house. The music from earlier was still playing, but it had altered into a soft, acoustic instrumental, just preventing the house from being completely silent.
"Miffy," he said quietly while Harry followed Hermione up the stairs. "Can you clean up down here for us, please? And then you can retire for the evening. We won't be needing anything else."
"Yes, Master Draco," Miffy said, her ears bouncing as she nodded. "I put some water in each of your rooms for the night if you need it."
He gave the small elf a smile. "That was most thoughtful. Thank you. Good night."
Walking up the stairs, he wondered at the turn of events. He hadn't really been thinking when he pulled them together into the dance earlier. He'd just been having so much fun, and the alcohol had been swirling in his head, and when the music changed, it just felt...right. He'd wanted them closer, he'd wanted to lean on them, to be leaned on, and yes, perhaps part of him had hoped something like this would happen, but he hadn't really expected it to.
And then he'd kissed Harry.
He'd expected to be cursed for that, honestly, or to have to at least make excuses about the alcohol and late night and hope to laugh it off. What he hadn't expected was for Harry to kiss him back. For Hermione to look on with such longing, such interest that he felt confident kissing her too.
It was a turning point in all of their lives, and one that he wasn't going to let slip away. They wanted him. They wanted each other. This was happening.
"Draco?" Hermione's voice came down the stairs. "You're not having second thoughts, are you?"
He rolled his eyes and dropped his towel as he ran up the stairs, finding them both waiting for him in his room. On his bed.
Naked.
Harry was laid out, his legs spread in welcome, a saucy smirk on his face and Hermione wrapped in one of his arms. Dark hair covered his body, lightly across his upper chest, heavier on his legs and in the slight trail that led from his navel to his cock. And oh, Harry's cock was gorgeous, the slightly olive tint of the rest of his skin being lighter here, making his cock appear almost fuchsia in its eagerness, laying hard against his stomach. It wasn't too large, not intimidating, but definitely a good size that would give Draco's arse a delicious stretch. It twitched at his examination, or perhaps at Hermione's hand that was beginning to caress Harry's thigh.
Hermione. Her caramel skin reminded him of a heavily creamed coffee, her brown curls mostly still pulled back into a tail, but fallen wisps framing her face and neck and shoulders. She was rounded in all the places he liked, her thick thighs, rounded hips, and soft breasts just begging to be sunk into. Her chocolate brown eyes watched Draco intently as he took them in, as he watched her running a hand along Harry's thigh, avoiding going any further.
"You are both so fucking beautiful."
Harry gave Draco a look of surprise, as if he hadn't expected compliments, which was ridiculous. Draco wasn't the same boy from a decade ago, throwing out insults when he was intimidated. Because he was. Intimidated, that is. Not that he didn't know he looked as good as they did. Draco Malfoy was nothing if not confident in his body. He worked hard to keep it toned and hydrated and gorgeous, and he knew his cock, which had grown hard again as soon as he entered the room, was more than ample. But he was intimidated by their easy closeness, something that developed ten years before he'd even become their friend.
But he was their friend now. And he was about to become their lover, so he pushed the apprehension away and gave them each a saucy smile. "Hermione, love, are you going to keep teasing poor Harry there, or are you going to do something with that marvellous prick of his?"
He stepped to the bed and crawled on, running a hand over each of their ankles. "I think I'd like to watch a bit first."
Harry met his eyes and cocked an eyebrow, and Draco knew right then that it was only a matter of time until he'd bury himself in that arse. And Harry would give him that same look as Draco thrust in, making Harry scream.
Hermione had taken Draco's words to heart, though, and instead of simply moving her hand to Harry's cock, she got up on her hands and knees, made eye contact with Draco, and then sunk her mouth down onto the waiting shaft. Harry's gasps and moans flooded the room, and Hermione made little slurping noises, teasing Draco and Harry both with quiet whimpers and moans. Her breasts swung slightly beneath her as she moved up and down, and her arse, her beautiful, caramel arse, wiggled slightly with each stroke.
Draco couldn't stop himself from moving behind her, from running his hands along the perfectly bubbled cheeks that practically screamed for his attention, drawing his fingers along the lines and creases where her legs met her sex. She moaned, muffled by Harry's cock, and spread her legs slightly, allowing Draco to get a look at her glistening pussy.
Harry made a long groan, and Draco drew his attention up to where the other man had his head thrown back, his mouth open slightly, his eyes squeezed shut. Draco's cock dripped in appreciation.
Hermione shifted, so Draco let his fingers outline her soft folds, teasing, enjoying the anticipation. He wondered at her taste and knew he'd only have to lean forward and take her in his mouth to satisfy his curiosity. At her next mewl and the subsequent adjustment of her knees, he gave in and knelt down, holding her arse in his hands, drawing back her thighs with his thumbs, and licked.
She tasted slightly bitter, but in a good way, an interesting way that made him want to devour her further, made him want to see how much more of the slick juices he could make her give him. He flattened his tongue, and lapped, sucked, relishing her moans as they grew louder. Harry seemed to be appreciating them as well if his frequent oaths were anything to go by.
"How does she taste?" Harry asked, his voice almost unrecognisable in its gruffness. "Draco, I want to taste her."
Draco pulled back, looking at him over Hermione's head. Then, running a hand up her back, he approached Harry and kissed him, letting him taste her flavour on his lips, on his tongue.
Harry moaned loudly, sucking Draco's tongue into his mouth, then licked the skin around his lips, like a starving man striving to get every last morsel of gravy from a plate.
"Fuck! Hermione, I'm gonna come," Harry warned, groaning into Draco's mouth. Then he tensed—one hand still on the back of Draco's head, the other resting lightly on Hermione's—and came. Loudly.
Hermione kept bobbing her head, slowing as Harry became more sensitive, then coming to a stop as Harry let out a little whimper. She looked up, a bit of Harry's cum dripping from the side of her lip, and grinned at Draco.
Unable to help himself, as eager to taste Harry as Harry had been to taste Hermione, Draco leaned forwards and caught the drip with his tongue, then covered her mouth with his. Harry's flavour was somewhat sweet, and, combined with Hermione's taste still on his tongue, it was like ambrosia. His cock throbbed at the thought that he was tasting them together, and at the idea of tasting them together again at some later date, of licking Harry's cum directly from Hermione's quim.
Salazar, that thought made him ache.
Harry seemed to notice and glanced at Hermione. "Draco hasn't been touched yet, Hermione. I hardly think that's fair."
"True enough," she said with a laugh. "He's not even complaining about it. And he calls himself a Slytherin."
"Shut up," Draco growled, but Harry was the one who shut him up, moving over and pulling Draco down onto the bed between them, Harry on his right and Hermione on his left.
They kissed over top of Draco's chest, then as if by an unspoken agreement, they each began to move a hand towards Draco's cock, Hermione running a light fingernail along his groin causing goosebumps to break out on his left side, and Harry gently cupped his balls.
Unable to close his eyes, eager to see what they'd do next, Draco watched closely as they lowered their heads in unison to his cock, making his vision blur. One set of lips mouthed along his shaft, sucking, licking its way up and down his aching erection. The other set of lips gently lapped at the head, wrapping around it, then pulling away with a subtle pop.
"Salazar, I love you," he heard himself say, and he couldn't even be horrified at the admission because they both began to work faster, and Draco's mind went blank. When he felt Hermione move up to kiss his mouth just moments later, he sunk into the joy of it, letting her scent and her presence, along with Harry's continuous work on his cock, fill him up.
He ran a hand down her body, brushing and tweaking a nipple, then finding her gentle folds. He traced the dripping layers of her pussy until she was moaning, begging him to dip his finger.
"Draco, please." Her voice was soft and he pushed gently, feeling her wet heat envelop the tip of his finger as he gently nudged the little swollen bud beneath. He felt Harry's hand join his and she spread her legs wide, letting Harry's finger push inside her pussy while Draco worked her clit.
Harry had lifted his face from Draco's prick and worked him now with his other hand, his light wanking in time with his gentle thrusts into Hermione. She dropped her head onto Draco's chest, letting the men bring her to her climax, and the sound as she came rang through the room like a soaring orchestra.
"I love you too," she murmured against his stomach as she regained her breath. "Both of you," she added, turning to Harry, then back to Draco. "But it seems to me you haven't gotten off yet, Mr Malfoy."
Draco smirked. "I just have more stamina than you Gryffindors, evidently."
Harry raised his eyebrow again in challenge, and Draco knew it was time.
"Harry," he murmured, hoping Harry would be amenable. "Can I fuck you?"
The words rang in Harry's ears. Draco wanted to fuck him. Merlin, yes, Harry wanted that. But it wasn't something he'd done often. Once, actually, and it had hurt, the man he was with not really being overly gentle and Harry not knowing better, not preparing himself enough.
But he trusted Draco in a way he'd never trusted any other man. He threw Draco a smirk, teasing in an imitation of Draco's posh speech. "I think that sounds quite lovely, actually." He turned to Hermione. "Do you want in on this?"
Hermione's eyes grew wide, and she looked between the two men like a spectator at a tennis match. "Circe, yes," she said, her voice low. "Can I help prepare you?"
"Fuck." His eyes met Draco's. The grey of Draco's irises was cloudy with lust, and the idea of both of them working Harry open, stretching him for Draco's cock brought his own erection fully back to life. "Fuck, yes."
"There's lube in my top drawer," Draco told Hermione.
"What about condoms?"
Harry laughed. "Are you a witch or not?" She let out a little huff, so he reassured her. "There are spells for that."
She rolled her eyes and jumped down off the bed to fetch the lube. Harry crawled forwards and kissed Draco slowly, sucking on his bottom lip as he drew back.
"I've only bottomed once. I'm a little nervous."
Draco narrowed his eyes and nodded. "You don't have to if it makes you uncomfortable, Harry. Really."
The heat in Harry's chest grew at that, and he remembered Draco's words from shortly earlier: 'I love you.' Draco loved them. And Harry, well…Harry really loved them too. "I want to," he said quietly, feeling Hermione climb back onto the bed. "I trust you."
Draco growled and pushed Harry over onto his back. It was exhilarating, the knowledge that this was Draco and Hermione touching him, kissing him, and Merlin, spreading his knees apart, sliding a finger along his rim. Hermione's hair tickled his knee as she kissed his thigh; Draco's tongue sucked on Harry's neck and his wrist held Harry's knee up for Hermione to have a better angle.
Hermione's gentle finger pressing into him left him gasping. "Circe, Harry, you're so tight."
Draco let out a little gasp at the words, and he whispered in Harry's ear. "I can't wait to feel you wrapped so tight around my cock."
Harry moaned and nodded in agreement, spreading his knees further, willing Hermione to move more, to hurry things along. A second finger slipped in, burning and stretching as she moved them back and forth, open and closed. "Draco," she said quietly. "Will you take over?"
"Fuck, yes," he said eagerly, and as Harry felt Hermione climb over his leg, Draco simply wrapped his arms around Harry's thighs, flipped Harry over and hefted his hips up, letting the cold air hit his wet and gaping rim.
The thrill shot through him, anticipation wrapped up in nerves and lust and— Merlin, why didn't he just get on with it? Why was Draco teasing him like that, circling his arse with his fingers?
"Fucking do it," Harry growled out. "Or I'll do it myself."
"Potter," Draco drawled, and Harry's dick throbbed and grew even harder at the tone. "I will fuck you when we're both good and ready, and you need a bit more time." Then Draco leaned down and licked at Harry's hole.
Some noise escaped Harry that he couldn't identify, but it likely had to do with shock or awe, or goddammit, insanity maybe. Because this was going to drive him insane. Draco licking his arse, prodding with his fingers, probing with his tongue, pushing Harry open until he wanted nothing more than to have Draco in him, filling him, fucking him. "Gods, Draco, please," he said, several minutes later. "Now. I'm ready."
Turning Harry back over with a slap on the arse, Draco grabbed his wand to cast the necessary protection charms. Harry's head fell to the side, watching Hermione as she fingered herself, her hand making a delicious squelching sound that made Harry's mouth water. He met her eyes and opened his mouth, pleased when she understood and moved her fingers from her pussy to his mouth, letting him taste her pleasure. He sucked gently, but she pulled back when Draco put his hands back on Harry's thighs.
"Ready?"
"Merlin, yes."
Draco nodded, then tucked a pillow under Harry's hips and leaned in, lining up his prick with Harry's arse.
The initial breach stung. Harry bit his lip, trying not to cry out in case it'd make Draco stop. Draco stopped anyway, though, reminding Harry to bear down slightly, to breathe, before he slowly continued. Centimetre by centimetre, it seemed an antagonistically long time before he bottomed out in Harry's arse. Harry could feel Draco's balls brushing him, and the idea that this was Draco sodding Malfoy, former classroom bully, current best friend, buried inside Harry, stretching him, filling him, was so intense it nearly brought tears to his eyes.
He blinked the burning away, took another deep breath, then nodded. "Go," he muttered, his voice coming out strained. "Please."
And Draco did. He moved, slowly at first, then gradually faster, harder, and then he moved Harry's leg up and the angle changed, and Draco brushed Harry's prostate, making Harry shout.
Hermione whimpered, and Harry looked away from Draco's intense face to see her hand moving quickly, her breath coming in little gasps, and Harry realised what was missing.
"Hermione," he said, his voice carrying through the room. "We need you too."
Her eyes dropped from Harry's to his cock, then up at Draco. "Did you cast the protection spell on him, too?"
Draco grinned and stopped his own progress, picking up his wand and casting over Harry's straining erection.
"Should I, uh—"
"Just climb on, I reckon," Harry said, chuckling, then moaning as the movement made Draco nudge him just right inside.
Draco held out a hand, helping her to climb over and position herself above Harry, her breasts hanging in his face. He gave one a little suck, spinning his tongue around the pert nipple when she hesitated, letting him finish before she sat back. Draco's hand on Harry's cock held it steady as she sank down, a moan escaping them both at the sensation.
She was so hot and wet and tight, and he had to close his eyes not to come immediately at the dual sensations of her on his dick and Draco in his arse. They each waited for his sign to continue, so when he was able, he opened his eyes to the beautiful site of Draco's pale hands coming from under Harry's knees and holding, fondling Hermione's dark breasts. "I love you guys," he said, breathless. And then he thrust his own hips, pushing everyone into motion.
It was overwhelming, sharing his body with both of the people he loved, his two best friends, his family. This is how it would be, each of them giving to the others, taking from the others, propping each other up when they needed it.
Draco's head fell forwards onto Hermione's shoulder, and he began thrusting harder, more erratically, and Harry thought the other man must be close. Harry was, and he'd come once already. How Draco was still going was a mystery.
The thought of Draco coming in his arse made Harry thrust harder up into Hermione, and she bounced down harder, faster, feeding off his increased energy. Then Draco pounded again, and he came, thrusting randomly into Harry, his groans buried in Hermione's neck.
It was beautiful and amazing, and Harry knew he wanted to join him, that he needed this release. As Draco pulled out, falling gently to Harry's side, Harry's arse felt empty, a little sloppy with Draco's cum, and a little sore, but he kept going, using the opportunity to reach a hand down, finding Hermione's clit and rubbing gently as she bounced, as she tightened around him. When she came, her face glowed and her eyes closed, her jaw falling open in a nearly silent whine, and Harry hadn't ever seen her look more beautiful in the nearly twenty years he'd known her.
As she relaxed, he flipped her over and when she smiled and nodded, he moved quickly, in and out, harder with each thrust, her little gasps driving him forwards until he felt the familiar tingling creeping up, the tightening of his bollocks. He pushed a final time and let the wave rush over him, unaware of the room around him until the buzzing in his ears stopped, and he noticed Hermione's pussy twitching randomly around him.
"Oh, Circe," she muttered. Harry rolled off to her other side, staring up at the ceiling, waiting on his hearing to clear.
When it did, continued little gasps made him turn back to see Draco back between Hermione's legs, eagerly lapping at her pussy once again.
Merlin, Draco was eating Harry's cum from Hermione. It was perhaps the hottest thing Harry had ever seen, and it seemed ridiculously dirty. He loved it.
He loved them.
Hermione squealed a little and finally pushed Draco away. "No more. Circe, I can't take any more."
Draco sat up, his mouth wet and smirking, then he crawled up and laid his head down next to Hermione's and put his pale hand on hers, just above her navel. Hermione's other hand was outstretched to Harry in invitation, and Draco's smoky-grey eyes were soft around the edges as they met Harry's.
"So," Harry said, scooting closer and placing his palm on top of Draco's, trying not to let the awkwardness he was beginning to feel come to the surface, "that was kind of amazing."
"Please tell me you aren't a talker after sex."
Hermione let out a giggle. "It'd figure. He's not overly loquacious normally, but let him fuck and be fucked simultaneously, and suddenly he's a real Garrulous Gilderoy."
"Shut up," Harry said, laughing. "You're the one using words like loquacious after having two orgasms."
"Three."
"Three?" Harry asked, impressed.
"You missed the last one while you were coming," Draco said, yawning. "I thought you were going to black out, to be honest. Well done not fainting on our girlfriend, Potter."
Our girlfriend. Harry looked up and met Hermione's wide eyes as the words sunk in, then grinned at Draco. "This is going to be fucking amazing, isn't it?"
Draco leaned over and kissed the top of Harry's hand. "Yes, it is."
Finis