The bell of the door echoed throughout the near empty restaurant as their party made their way through the door. The clicking of Hermione's heels and the boys dress shoes had the face appearing at the kitchen window breaking out into a wide smile. With a shout he made his way out of the back, the swinging doors flapping wildly behind him.

"Ah! I figured it was about that time!" The wrinkled man said as he approached their group. "My words aren't you a sight for sore eyes dear, I swear you get more lovelier each time I see you." He said as he raised his hands and patted Hermione gently on the cheeks as she came in to embrace him.

"Lovely to see you again Archie!" She hugged the short pudgy man. Pulling away from him she pointed to her group.

"You remember Harry and Draco I'm sure, these other two gentlemen are Marcus and Oliver. They heard us gushing about your amazing food and begged to join us tonight."

The old man chuckled his hands resting on his white but stained apron. His cheeks darkening slightly at her hefty praise.

"You're too kind dear. But let me get you all some goodies started. You know the drill, find you a seat and I'll have them sent out to you!"

He left back behind the swinging door and Harry herded them all towards a back booth that was larger than the others. He and Draco slid in to one side while Hermione squeezed between Marcus and Oliver on the other. The group sat and talked while their food was prepared, three of them in anticipation and the other two in curiosity.

Finally the waitress and Archie came over holding a tray each. He started to sit down the plates in front of each of them as well as baskets of fries and onion rings. Hermione giggled when she saw the eyes widening on the boys as he put down plate after plate.

Giving them leave to eat Archie left the table and they all started scrambling for the ketchup and mustard to put on their food. Neither Oliver or Marcus looked like they knew what to do so Hermione helped explain.

"So Archie is from America. I'm sure that was obvious from his accent. These are staples across the pond but you'll see they are different than ours. The chips are thinner and they call them fries there. And those are onion rings. He uses a Panko based batter and they are fantastic dipped in ketchup. The burger is covered in cheese and comes with bacon and lettuce and tomato and pickles on top, the bun is thin so you can grip it and fit it all in your mouth for a bite like this."

She said and demonstrated by picking up her burger and taking a decent sized bite out of it. The crunch of the lettuce was audible and they could see the juiciness of the burger as she pulled it away. Wiping her mouth with her napkin she threw her head back and moaned as she chewed. The flavor was just as wonderful as she remembered.

The sound had both men on either side of her shifting in their seats uncomfortably. Aware that they had ditched their robes and were now in suits that could not hide their natural reaction to the sound as well. They shared a quick glance over her head to confirm they both were equally as affected.

Having nothing else to do to distract themselves from the tempting witch between them they both lifted their burgers and took a bite. Understanding fully the reason for her moans they both let out a deep pleased moan as their eyes drifted shut.

Unknown to them Hermione nearly choked at the sound. Sitting between them was a conscious decision that she was glad they were ok with. She had been thinking of nothing else since she found herself between their two hard bodies on the ballroom floor. Now seated in the faux leather booths she could feel the heat coming off their bodies as their thighs touched beneath the table. She ignored the knowing look Draco shot her as she reached forward for her water trying to quickly clear her airway before she embarrassed herself further. Merlin what these two did to her.

She felt a little guilty at first that her feelings seemed to be so torn between both men. Her inner voice telling her that she was Marcus' date and she shouldn't be fantasizing about his best friend. But it wasn't as if Marcus didn't star in those fantasies as well. Then of course Oliver didn't help as he took every opportunity to flirt with her, he must have liked seeing her blush. She didn't want to come between them though, they were best friends after all. And they were both notorious for their intense reactions on the quidditch pitch. But then she had seen Marcus simply smirk or chuckle at Oliver's attempts to woo her. So he couldn't be upset about it. Right?

Her eyes narrowed as she silently begged Draco to keep his mouth shut. Having known the look on his face meant nothing more than he was amping up to be a total git and embarrass her. Thankfully for divine intervention he was cut off from speaking by a loud trilling sound coming from Harry's pocket.

"Ugh not now!" Harry groaned wiping his hands off on a napkin before fishing out his phone and answering.

They listened to the one sided conversation and saw how Harry's force morphed from calm to anger.

"Yeah Malfoy is with me now. Give us 15 minutes and we will be in." Harry grumbled shooting Draco an apologetic look as the blonde sighed and wiped his own hands pushing his plate away.

After Harry shut off the phone he looked at all of them sadly.

"Well so much for having the night off. Malfoy and I have to go in. Peterson has a solid lead on Rookwood and they want to move tonight. But that was Kingsley and he doesn't want to go without us. So.."

Hermione snickered. "So you're going." She said and he nodded sheepishly.

"It's fine Harry. Go get him and give him a swift kick in the balls for me ok?"

Harry laughed standing from the booth moving to let Draco out.

"You'll have to get in line Granger. I get first go." Draco winked before tossing some bills on the table to pay their tab.

They were out of the door, the bell chiming in less than five minutes. Leaving Hermione behind with the two wizards still snug on the one side of the booth. They were able to keep up the conversation and were laughing with each other as they finished their meals.

"So what do you all normally do after these things. I mean they can't be as great as Archies burgers right?" She asked them.

Marcus smiled. "Definitely not." He shook his head. "I normally head over to Woods and eat everything his elves give me. I never stay late at the balls though, neither of us do really. Just the necessary three rounds about the room and two dances and we call it quits. This though is a much better idea."

"Aye if anything it ensures I have groceries for the week still without this big oaf eating me out of house and home." Oliver added.

Hermione chuckled. "Poor dear." She mocked Oliver. "And your poor dates. I would have been highly disappointed had you only danced two dances with me." She grinned mischievously elbowing Flint. "Why I even got three dances out of Oliver tonight. I must be quite lucky."

The boys exchanged a quick glance, both of their cheeks darkening a bit.

"You're different Granger." Marcus said simply. "You deserve more than that from us."

Hermione hummed taking a long sip of her newly delivered milkshake.

"So if tonight was different. And you went back to Olivers. What would you two be doing after you ate?" She asked innocently.

Oliver choked on his drink at the question as Marcus reached past her to pound on his back. Giving the man a pointed look to keep it together even though he himself had startled.

"Not much really. Drink a few fire whiskeys maybe. Reminisce about our quidditch days, gossip. You know. The basics." Marcus answered for the pair not knowing what else to say.

Hermione looked between the two of them. She was running her finger across the rim of her glass while he spoke. Slowly she dipped her finger into the vanilla shake and brought it to her mouth. The cold ice cream sticking to her finger as she brought it to her mouth. Opening it just wide enough for her tongue to escape and wrap around the digit pulling it into her mouth. With a twist she pulled it out just as slowly clean as before now. She didn't miss the way both their eyes followed the movement intensely. Their pupils widening causing their eyes to darken. She caught the way Oliver's tongue flicked out against his bottom lip as if he was imaging having a taste.

She batted her eyelashes coyly before going in for another scoop on her finger.

"That's funny. I would have thought you would have spent the night together doing something much more fun that involved much less clothes." She said lightly as if she was merely mentioning the weather.

The finger was coming back towards her mouth, her lips already parted to receive it when her wrist was caught in the air by a much larger hand. She looked over to watch as Marcus brought the wrist over to him before opening his mouth and sucking off the vanilla cream.

She shivered in her seat at the sexuality of the movement. His eyes never leaving hers as he did it.

"How long have you known?" He asked huskily and she could feel Oliver lean in closer to hear her answer.

"I didn't realize it was a secret." She shrugged while responding in a little more than a whisper. "You two are closer than best friends. Anyone with eyes could see that."

"Potter didn't know." Oliver said from beside her. His warm breath moving the curls by her ear making her squirm again.

Hermione rolled her eyes with a smile. "Harry didn't even know he was gay until I pointed it out." She said and the pair snorted.

"So how does it work between you. Is it a relationship or just casual. I know it's common especially in your social circle so I am not judging." She asked blushing.

Marcus smiled while Oliver snorted behind her.

"Why is Malfoy always right?" He groaned leaning his head down to rest on her shoulder.

She giggled, turning her head to look at him and he lifted his. His big puppy dog eyes locking on hers. His hand raising to run a finger slowly against her bottom lip making her heart beat wildly.

"Marcus and I are just that. Marcus and I. We have enjoyed each other for years and while it is more than friendship we have never been exclusive, we have just never found anyone worth keeping away from the other for." He explained softly.

Her brows furrowed. "Why would anyone want to keep you two apart when you are so beautiful together?" She asked before she could stop her mouth and blushed at her candor.

Marcus groaned then and repeated Oliver's earlier action when he put his head on her shoulder. This time though he wrapped one arm around her tiny waist, pulling her closer to his side.

"We never knew it was an option before. Not with the witch we both agreed on anyways." He groaned into her shoulder and she had to fight to keep from squirming all over the booth.

"And this witch... what would you say if she was interested. If she admitted she could never decide between the two of you anyways." She asked huskily watching as Oliver's eyes grew darker and the grip on her hip tightened.

Marcus hummed.

"Well. We already promised her pseudo brothers that we would not cross any lines that she was not ok with. That we wouldn't attempt to start anything unless she knew that we were serious and not looking for a one time go. We would tell her that as much as we want her for her beautiful body we also covet her gorgeous mind and personality. We would tell her that she had full control over what happened next. That we will willingly go along with whatever she seeks."

How words were whispered huskily into her ear. Oliver had leaned forward to hear exactly what he said, his own hand trailing down her arm before taking her hand in his.

"I think she would say that she is the luckiest witch on the planet tonight. And she would ask you to pay the tab so we could get the hell out of here."

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With a loud pop they arrived in her living room, she sent a silent thanks to Merlin that she had the forethought to alter her wards earlier in the week to allow the two of them.

She looked up to see the two of them holding on to one hand each looking a little breathless. Be that from the apparition or the anticipation building within them she did not know.

She used her left hand to tug Marcus forward and down to her level so she could press her lips to his. She moaned into the kiss as his free hand came to wind around her curls. His tongue slowly tracing her lips begging hers to meet it. She opened her mouth and complied getting lost in the moment.

When they needed to come up for air she turned and pulled Oliver to her now. His cheeky grin let her know he was looking forward to his turn. His kiss was just as life altering as Marcus but where Marcus has been slow and sweet Oliver was intense. It was so perfect that she felt herself pulled closer into him taking Marcus with her behind her. Both their hands found their way to her hips and she groaned feeling how they took up the entirety of her torso when they opened them. She felt so small but safe there in their hands.

"Whatever you want love. Tell us." Marcus whispered into her ear.

Her eyes bounced back and forth between the two of them curiously. She had heard them. But were they aware of what they had just insinuated. Could they be for real right now. She could feel her heartbeat accelerating and her mouth watering at the prospect. Clearing her throat she asked them once more to be sure.

"It's up to me?" She clarified. "I get to decide where this goes."

And their matching nods she let out a gleeful moan and dropped to her knees there between them. Her eyes golden ringed around her dilated pupil. A wicked grin on her face.

"Then please allow me." She hummed and with a flick of her wrist the pants the two were wearing vanished. Leaving her at eye level with two of the most impressive cocks she had ever seen.

Oliver was long and lean, the outlines of his abs showing on his toned stomach. The only hair a small trail that led down to his hardened member. He was perfect she thought with a moan. Longer than average and just right to wrap a hand around.

She turned and looked at Marcus feeling her mouth water. He was a massive man in every sense of the word. His broad chest was peppered with dark hair. His legs were muscled and tree trunks in nature. But what was between them should have been illegal. Thick and bobbing near her mouth, the large purpled head dropped Precum and she felt herself leaning forward to lick it off. Surprised to see it would be a stretch to get him in her mouth, the thought made her core clench.

She had to bite back a laugh when she looked up and saw they had an arm on each other's shoulder to keep themselves steady from the suddenness of her moves. Both of them had their bottom lips tucked in their mouths between their teeth as they stared down at her with heated eyes.

Not breaking eye contact she reached out and held both members in her hand. Moving her mouth between each to lick them each from base to tip, taking a second to swirl her tongue around the tip. Both men sang out in a moan.

"Mother of Merlin. I am watching it happen yet I cannae believe it." Oliver groaned placing a hand in her curls as she took him deep within her mouth.

"You look so bloody beautiful with our cocks in your mouth love. This is better than our wildest dreams."

And it was. Hermione would full heartedly agree. This was better than her dreams had been. From their taste to their groans as she moved between them it was an awe inspiring experience and it only got better when she was pulled up to her feet and passed between the two as they each kissed her as if there was no tomorrow.

Looking back her favorite moment would be when she realized the sheer strength both men possessed. She was small. She knew this but she had yet to be with anyone who picked her up and physically used her like the two of them did. At one time she had both ankles resting on Marcus' shoulders as he stood. He postponed into her as she laid back and was able to take Oliver in her mouth in what had to be the filthiest but most satisfying bridge move she had ever seen.

They never made it to the bed for the first round. They christened the front room of her flat and that was perfect. The second and third round however did take place in the bedroom and so she found herself cuddled between the two of them boneless and satisfied. Her muscles ached in a way that made her aware she would be feeling them in the morning. She reached a hand up to push the sweat drenched curls away from her forehead.

Marcus' eyes followed the movement and placed a kiss on the now exposed skin. Not minding the taste of salt on his lips as his own skin was glistening with it.

The silence in the room felt heavy. None of them knew quite what to say now that their libidos were not taking the reins.

"Well." Hermione finally said with a laughed huff.

The two men on either side of her shared the awkward chuckle before turning towards her in tandem. They each reached a hand out to hold hers.

"I know this seems a bit rushed and crazy now but know that we weren't joking or exaggerating earlier about our intentions for you." Oliver said with a squeeze of her hand.

"He's right." Marcus added. "Tonight was more than we could have ever imagined but we don't intend on keeping this a one time thing or even something that's purely sexual in nature. We want the whole package Granger." His deep voice resonated through her chest and she blushed.

Taking a calming breath she looked between them before returning the affectionate hand squeezes.

"I'm glad you feel that way. I admit I don't think I could go back to the way things were after tonight. You both speak to parts of me I didn't even know were lacking at it feels so good to be noticed and cared for for something other than my name. And with you both I can tell it's deeper than that. I don't regret rushing into tonight because I think it let us all see that this could not only work but be fantastic. I was so nervous. I've never done anything like this before and I was worried about how I would handle it but now I know that was silly. I am looking forward to what the future holds with you both."

They each took turns pressing long lingering kisses on her lips. She was amazed how comfortable she already felt between them. She reached up to stretch and felt the knowing twinge down below that reminded her how thoroughly shagged she had been. Her wince must have been noticeable because both men perked up looking concerned.

"Are ya alright lass?"

"How are you feeling love?"

They asked at the same time.

She smiled warmly.

"I am perfect. I feel absolutely wonderful tonight."