A smutty little one-shot that came out of nowhere with a pairing I rarely write. I'm just going to throw it into the world and hope you enjoy it.
Thanks to coyg_81, TriDogMom, and PotionChemist for reading and encouraging xx
Please note: this one's unbeta'd, so I apologise in advance for any errors.
The shadows kept him hidden, and thank the stars for that. He'd slipped away from the crowded ballroom and snuck into the library, needing some space to wonder at the spectacle that was unfolding. But unfortunately, a spectacle of a different kind had followed him.
"Draco!" Hermione giggled. "They'll notice we're missing!"
"There are three hundred people out there. I'm sure they won't notice us missing us for a few minutes." Draco's mouth landed on Hermione's neck and he began to work on the buttons at the back of her dress. "Besides, you dragged me away."
Hermione and Draco had become engaged just two months ago, and whilst Hermione had insisted that their wedding be small and intimate, she had agreed to allow Narcissa to host their engagement party. And the extravagance that was the Manor ballroom was probably as subdued as Narcissa Malfoy could handle. It was why he'd snuck away — he hated crowds — but it was an action he was now deeply regretting; he didn't need to see his best friend being stripped by her newly minted fiancé.
Harry stepped deeper into the shadows. He should make some noise, clear his throat, drop a book on the floor… something. But since Hermione was now naked and Draco was lifting her onto the mahogany table, he felt it wise to remain quiet, lest he embarrass them all. He would simply take a few steps backwards and cast a silencing charm around him then wait it out. It was their engagement party after all, how long would they be?
Taking a step backwards, he froze, his breath sticking in his throat. His heel had hit something behind him and he waited for the crash that would undoubtedly alert them to his presence. But no sound came. Glancing over his shoulder he saw a small side table sitting beneath the window. Fortunately, there was nothing on it and he breathed a sigh of relief.
Turning back towards his friends, his jaw dropped open and he froze once more. Hermione was laid out on the table, Draco's head was moving between her spread thighs. Her hands were on her breasts, plucking and twisting her nipples, and the words that spewed out of her were unlike anything he'd ever heard from her.
"Harder Draco! Give me more. Fuck my cunt with your tongue!"
Draco's reply was a muffled grunt, and Harry swallowed hard.
He shouldn't be watching this. These were his friends, and they didn't need him ogling them like a filthy perv.
Who would know? A voice inside his head asked. You're not getting any. You might as well enjoy the show.
He squeezed his eyes shut. This was wrong.
"Oh, gods! Draco… yes! Right there...yeeesss!"
So completely wrong.
And embarrassing.
The sight of his friend being eaten out by the man who had completely swept her off her feet was causing a reaction in him that was beyond inappropriate. A knot of arousal pulled tight in his groin and his cock sprang to life, and a hot wave of embarrassment rolled over him. This was Hermione. His best friend. He'd never once thought of her as more than that.
Harry stepped back carefully, but once more he was met with a solid object. He winced, then stiffened as a hand came up to cover his mouth.
"Don't make a sound," a feminine voice whispered close to his ear. "It's Pansy."
He nodded and she slowly dropped her hand away. Turning around he was surprised to find her grinning at him.
"Should you be watching this?" she asked, her voice still a whisper.
"Should you?"
She shook her head. "It's definitely not something I needed — or wanted — to see."
"So why are you in here?"
"Same reason as you." She leaned closer, "That party is ridiculous."
Harry nodded in agreement. "They're Malfoys, what else did you expect?"
"Certainly not that." She glanced over his shoulder and nodded once, then shocked the hell out of him. Her hand fell to the front of his trousers and she smirked, "But you're enjoying it."
"I'm… it's… I'm… not." He stammered, pulling away from her.
"Is that what you like, Potter?" Pansy purred and pulled him back to her. "Watching."
"No!" he hissed quietly. "It's why I was trying to hide. She's my best friend."
"Hmm, and yet—" her hand closed around him, sliding the fabric of his trousers along his ever-growing cock. "—you're definitely enjoying seeing her like that."
He shook his head but didn't shove Pansy's hand away. It had been a while…
"Maybe it's Draco—"
"No!" he almost shouted but remembered himself. "No, it's neither of them. I'm just… I'm a guy."
"I think it is your kink, Potter. I think you like watching, and I think you'd like to be fucking someone while you're watching."
Harry's jaw fell open. This was the first time he'd ever watched anyone have sex. It wasn't something he enjoyed or sought out. It was simply a case of wrong place, wrong time.
"It's really not," he insisted. "I've never watched anything like that."
"Oh, that's disappointing." Pansy's hand was still moving over him, and he had to bite back the groan that would have surely would have been loud and brought about a very awkward situation. "I thought you had a secret kink I could have exploited."
Harry swallowed thickly; what was she even saying. He circled her wrist with his hand and stilled her movements.
"I don't have a secret kink," he reiterated. "And I honestly just want to get out of here."
"I think you have a problem you need to fix before you do that." She glanced pointedly downwards, "And might I say, Potter, I'm very impressed."
Hermione's loud cry caused them both to jump.
"Draco! Oh, shit… oh fuuuck… coming!"
Pansy's eyes went wide and her gaze darted over his shoulder, causing Harry to turn his head, his own eyes widening at the sight.
Hermione's back was curved in a sharp arc off the table, her body taut, her hands gripping Draco's head between her spread thighs. Draco had freed himself from his trousers when their attention had been on each other, and now his hand was flying over his cock while he devoured her.
"Fucking hell," Harry breathed and found himself unable to look away as Hermione finally cried out Draco's name at full volume then sank back onto the table.
"I love your wet cunt, baby," Draco growled before standing and shoving his trousers down his legs. Hermione moved to sit up, but Draco touched her chest and shook his head. "We don't have time. You can suck my cock when we get home."
Hermione whined, but laid back down, pulling Draco with her. She sucked at his lips, groaning and threading her hand through his hair.
"I taste good on you." She ran her tongue over his lips, "You should only eat my cunt and nothing else."
Draco chuckled but his words were lost when Pansy cursed quietly.
"Fuck," she whispered, and Harry turned to look at her. "Are we sure that's Granger?"
"I'm honestly not sure."
"No wonder Draco's always so fucking happy."
"I don't want to think about it," Harry said. "That's not how I want to picture them."
"Is it how you want to picture me?"
"What?"
Pansy's hand returned to the front of his trousers, this time unfastening his belt and flicking the button open.
"On my knees, Potter. Sucking on your cock? Is that what you want to picture?"
Pansy lowered the zipper and they both glanced towards their friends, but they were far too distracted to notice the sound. Hermione's hand was between their bodies, her arm moving up and down as she wanked Draco's cock.
"Why isn't this inside me?" Hermione whined. "I need you to fuck me, Draco, it's been hours."
"Insatiable shrew," Draco laughed, then pulled out of her hand and aimed for home, grunting as he thrust hard into her.
"How do they get anything done?" Pansy asked, reaching her hand into Harry's pants and wrapping her hand around his cock, easing it out, giving the entire length of him a lazy stroke as she did.
"Pansy…"
"Yes?"
"What is this?"
"This is me, about to warm you up so you can fuck me while you watch him fuck her."
Harry gripped her wrist as she began to stroke him again. "Is that what you think? That I'm jealous of Draco?"
"Aren't you?"
"No. She's my friend, that's all. I've never had feelings for her past that."
"Seriously?" Pansy looked dubious. "Because that's what everyone thinks."
"Maybe everyone should ask me instead of assuming."
"So you don't want to fuck her?"
"No, I don't want to fuck her. I'm glad she found Draco and that they worked out their grievances." He thrust gently into her hand. "I only came in here to get away from everyone; I hate crowds. So, if you want something from me, Pansy, ask me. Don't play games."
Biting her lip, she hesitated; it was the first falter in her confidence.
"Ask me, Pansy." Harry touched her cheek, "Tell me what you really want."
She released her hold on his cock and wrapped her arms around his neck, leaning close to his ear. "You, Harry. I want you."
Harry moved quickly, lifting her and sitting her on the small table beneath the window. The slit in her dress fell either side of her thigh as he spread her legs and stepped between them. He shoved his glasses into the pocket of his jacket then held her face between his hands.
"Is this what you want, Pansy?"
"Gods, yes."
Her words were repeated across the room, Hermione crying out once more. Harry and Pansy both turned their heads to look, and Harry cursed.
Hermione's legs were draped over Draco's arms while he pistoned in and out of her. Her arms were raised above her head, her hands gripping the edge of the table to stop her sliding off with the force of Draco's thrusts. They were both groaning, each grunting the other's name.
"That's it, baby," Draco moaned as Hermione cried out again. "Squirt all over my cock."
Pansy buried her face in Harry's neck, her body shaking with silent laughter. "What the hell?"
"Is that what you want?" Harry whispered in her ear. "Do you want to squirt all over my cock?"
Her laughter stopped and she sucked in a breath.
"I've never…"
"I could make you."
She looked up at him. "You're a surprise, Harry Potter."
"You're quite the surprise yourself, Pansy Parkinson." Harry wrapped his hand around her neck, leaned in, and kissed her. His teeth caught her lower lip and she moaned quietly. His tongue pressed into her mouth as she groaned into his, tongues and teeth and lips licking and biting and sucking. Pansy's hand gripped the back of his head, holding him tightly to kiss him deeper. Harry grunted quietly into her open mouth then lifted his hand to her breast and squeezed her through the satin of her dress. She arched into him, a quiet whisper of more slid into his mouth.
Harry drew back and dropped to his knees, pushing her dress up her thighs, clenching his jaw to suppress his moan when he saw what awaited him. She was already naked, her bare pussy glistening in the low light.
"Quite the surprise," Harry muttered, but got no further; Hermione interrupted them once more.
"Draco. Oh. Draco. Oh!" Hermione chanted, her climax turning both their heads to watch.
Draco was pumping into her, grunting harshly with each thrust of his hips. "Your cunt, Granger… so fucking tight… give it to me… get me wet."
Hermione's howl was so loud, Harry assumed the entire party would hear them. Her body shook and Draco held her tightly against him, riding out her orgasm, then began thrusting hard again when her body ceased convulsing.
"Granger," Draco groaned and released her legs from his grip, letting them fall to the sides as he clutched at her breasts, squeezing frantically as his hips pounded against her.
"Granger likes it rough," Pansy whispered somewhat in awe. "I never imagined that."
"Neither did I," Harry kissed the inside of her thigh. "Is that what you like?"
"I like so many things." She spread her thighs and wrapped her hand around the back of his head, urging him forward — a clear invitation to do at least one of those things.
He glanced up quickly at her, smiling, then nuzzled the sweet juncture of her hip and thigh, licking her warm skin, teasing her with tiny bites. She grabbed his head again and guided him to her centre, tilting her hips and sucking in a breath when his nose touched her sensitive core and inhaled deeply.
"You smell like heaven," he murmured, then flicked his tongue out. "Taste like heaven too."
Pansy tangled her hands in his hair, holding him to her and gasping quietly when his fingers teased her open and his mouth closed around her clit.
Harry encircled his cock with his free hand, mimicking Draco's earlier display, pumping himself hard while he sucked on the sweet skin so generously offered to him. She was smooth and soft, and so fucking wet, her arousal soaking his tongue and flooding his mouth. And Christ on a cracker, did she taste good.
Burying his face deeper into her, he swept his tongue along her entire centre, dipping down into her clenching entrance, then slipping back up to the throbbing nub that made her gasp. One finger, then two, eased inside her, and Harry let out a muffled groan at the feel of her slick, pulsating core.
Hermione cried out again, but Harry ignored it. His attention was now fully on the decadent delight in front of his face. He felt Pansy shift and glanced up. She'd turned once more to watch the show going on just meters away from them. Her eyes were wide and her fingernails dug into his scalp as another cry of pleasure sounded from Hermione followed by a heavy roar from Draco.
Harry smirked into Pansy's skin; watching may not have been his kink, but with her teeth digging into her lip and her eyes alight with desire, he knew that watching was definitely hers.
"Keep your eyes on them," he whispered and curled his fingers inside her. "Watch them. Imagine them watching you."
"Oh!" She gasped then pressed her knuckle into her mouth, biting down hard. He almost made her scream — and wouldn't that have been interesting.
"Gods, Granger," Draco groaned. "I love you like this… all horny and pregnant."
Harry pulled back and looked up at Pansy. She was staring down at him, her eyes wide and questioning. Harry shook his head; it was news to him. But it did explain why Hermione hadn't touched a drop of champagne all night.
"Hmm," Hermione hummed. "That performance will hold me over for a bit."
Draco laughed. "I'll fuck you a thousand times a day if that's what you need, baby."
"And I love you for that," Hermione told him and shuffled off the table to redress. "But we've been gone a while."
"I'm glad we agreed on a quiet wedding," Draco said, helping her with her dress, before pulling his own trousers up, tucking himself in and straightening his shirt.
"Well, I'll be all fat—"
"Pregnant doesn't mean fat," Draco scolded her sweetly. "You'll be beautiful and I can't wait to see you like that."
Pansy and Harry shared another glance. After the spectacle of filth they'd just been privy to, this conversation was far too saccharine to be real.
"You're far too sweet, Draco Malfoy." Hermione wrapped her arms around him and kissed him tenderly.
"Don't tell anyone, okay?"
Hermione chuckled and flicked her wrist in the air, their slightly unkempt appearances returned to those of two people who hadn't just fucked the life out of each other. Draco kissed her once more then they headed out of the library, thankfully closing the doors behind them.
"Holy shit, she's pregnant?" Pansy shoved at Harry's head, but he didn't budge.
"I don't fucking care right now, Pansy. I have a wet fucking pussy that needs my attention."
He thrust his fingers into her and dove his mouth back to her spread centre, licking up in one long stroke, causing her to cry out. Her hands gripped his hair once more, tugging hard, and her hips began to move in time with his fingers. Harry sucked and licked, zeroing in on her exposed clit and curling his fingers along the soft spot inside her at the same moment.
"Oh, fucking… fuck!" Pansy cried and came so hard she shook, her mouth open in a silent scream. A sweet drop of wetness dripped onto Harry's tongue — not enough for his liking, but she said she'd never squirted before, so he'd have to build her up to it.
"Harry," Pansy's gasp pulled him to his feet.
"Surprised?"
"Honestly, yes."
Harry chuckled, "You Slytherins think you have the market on filthy sex. Let me tell you, you don't."
"Granger just proved that," Pansy reminded him.
"Hmm, yes, she most certainly did." He moved closer, the tip of his cock probing her pulsing core. "Do you think you'll scream as loudly as she did?"
"That depends just how hard you fuck me." She gripped his hips and pulled him towards her, his cock slipping just inside her, both gasping; Harry at the stretch of her tight body, Pansy at the thick invasion of his cock.
They both looked down, watching as Harry pushed forward slowly, her body stretching fully around him and drawing him deeper inside her.
"You feel good, sweetheart. So fucking good."
Pansy moaned in response, her body filled to bursting with the cock she'd so long coveted.
"I've fucked you silent already," Harry chuckled, his hips rolling at a leisurely pace. "I want to hear you, Pansy. Every sound. Give it to me."
"I… I've wanted… so long…" she stammered.
"You've wanted this?" Harry thrust his hips hard and stilled when he was sheathed fully inside her. "This? This is what you wanted? My cock filling you?"
"Yes!" she hissed and dropped her head back, exposing her throat to his hungry eyes. "Oh gods… yes!"
Harry gripped her hips and dropped his mouth to her throat. He sucked at the taut skin and began moving at a brutal pace; long, powerful strokes, and sharp bites to her neck and shoulder, all the while she shivered and moaned, shaking as she spewed nonsensical words into the air.
And those words spurred Harry on, her moans and gasped pleas only serving to fuel his own need. He fucked into her like a man possessed, claiming her with every hard thrust, every biting mark on her skin. She was hot and wet, and felt incredible wrapped around him; her pussy gripping him with a needy intensity.
She whimpered, her nails digging into the back of his neck, and cried out his name over and over. He continued to drive into her, desperate to feel the clench of her release.
"Come on, sweetheart," he hissed, feeling the flutter of tight muscles around him. He slipped his hand between them and landed his thumb on her swollen clit. "Fucking come all over me."
Pansy moaned again, her hips picking up speed and moving with him. One hand dropped from his hair to grab his arse, pulling him deeper into her.
"Harry! Close.. so.. oh, fuck… coming!"
Her back arched as her release rolled through her. Harry watched her as she lost herself completely, her face a picture of beauty as the waves of ecstasy washed over her, the grip and flutter and clench of her pussy consuming him. Her hand came up to caress her breast and she bit her lip, his name barely a whisper as she collapsed onto him.
Harry rode out her orgasm, moving through the tightness her release had brought. His own pleasure tingled and pushed into his balls, pulling them up against the base of his cock. Pansy's legs wrapped around his hips, a silent plea for him to unload inside her. He pumped into her, his legs burning, the pressure in his spine finally bursting and shooting his orgasm into her body. He groaned her name, his body shaking, his head thumping against her shoulder, and he knew he never wanted any other woman wrapped around him again.
"You okay?" she asked.
"Yeah," he replied breathlessly. "Pansy… holy fuck."
"I know," she whispered. "That was incredible."
He stood, smiling at her and slowly withdrew, his still-hard cock bobbing between them. He reached into his jacket, withdrawing his wand.
"Leave it," Pansy said and grabbed his arm, stopping him from cleaning his orgasm from her body. "I want you there."
"I will be there," he told her. "But we have a party to return to, and you don't need to be uncomfortable."
"I won't be," she whined. "Please don't—"
"I'll give you more, Pansy, when we're home."
"Home?"
"I'm going to take you to my place, strip you naked and lay you out on my bed." He ran his finger down her arm, raising goosebumps on her skin. "Then I'll pump you so full of come, you'll be half Potter."
Pansy's jaw dropped open and she nodded, allowing him to press the tip of his wand between her thighs and vanish the mess. He helped her down from the table then pulled his trousers up, tidying them both and returning them to the put-together guests they should be.
"Then you'll stay there with me." Harry returned his wand to the inside pocket of his jacket, then removed his glasses, sliding them back into place. "Because now that I've tasted you, I'm not going without you ever again."
"Really?"
"Really." Harry held her face in his hands and kissed her. "And I might even have a solution to this fetish of yours."
"Sex in libraries?"
"No," he laughed. "The enjoyment you get out watching other people have sex."
"I don't—"
"I saw it in your face, Pansy. And you don't have to be embarrassed about it," Harry assured her. "I'm being sent to The Netherlands next week. Would you like to accompany me? We could visit Amsterdam. Muggle Amsterdam."
"I've heard about that," Pansy whispered.
Harry kissed her. "Then let me have the pleasure of showing you."
Pansy nodded and smiled, rather shyly considering what they'd just done.
"Now, I know we're not the affianced couple, but I'm sure our absence has been noticed by now. Did you want to return first?"
"No," Pansy took his hand and linked their fingers. "We should go back in there together."
"You're sure?"
"I don't care if everyone in that room sees us return and wonders if we just fucked in the Manor Library. I've wanted you for so long, Harry, and I want everyone to know it."
"Perfect," Harry said and kissed her, before leading her out of the library.
"Fucking hell," Ginny giggled, pulling her dress down over her arse and pressing her back against Blaise's chest. "That was way too much to deal with."
Blaise laughed with her, holding her tightly and kissing her neck. "It's been a very interesting evening indeed."