Story Notes

Hi…..! I hope everyone is okay and still enjoying this story, Here is the latest chapter….. there's an advance warning needed here though, (eeek!) this story is rated E for a reason, and so if smut isn't your thing, you might just want to skip this particular installment!

Thank you so much to champagneandliterature for all your help

Hermione woke up the next morning sandwiched between Harry and Draco and feeling as if she was in the safest and warmest cocoon in the whole world. "Good morning," Harry stretched luxuriously, then pointed his hand vaguely towards the bathroom to wandlessly summon a vial of hangover potion.

"Why do I get the feeling that you've done that a few times before?" Hermione asked, frowning in concern as he caught the vial in his outstretched fingers and flipped off the cap.

"Just a minute," he drained the vial while wincing at the taste, "sorry what? I have no idea what you mean."

"Hmm." She shifted around and eventually gave in to the inevitable and got up to go to the toilet. "Was that another one of Theo's magical mixes?" she called from the bathroom, but there was no reply from Harry, only the sound of the bed creaking and Draco grumbling about her absence as she made her way back to bed.

"Come here, you." Draco pulled her into his arms as she settled back down. You promised me a kiss last night, then promptly fell asleep on me in the lounge, so I didn't get it. You definitely owe me one now."

"Do I?" She smiled, pulling her wayward curls out of her eyes.

Draco grinned as he leaned forward to kiss her softly. "Yes. You know, I always dreamed that one day I'd wake up next to the pair of you, and it seems that the reality of doing so is even better than the dream. Good morning, beautiful."

"Morning." He gave her another long, lingering kiss then slid his hand smoothly under her pajama top as he lazily explored her mouth with his tongue. She gasped quietly as his fingers purposefully brushed her nipple, and it pebbled instantly in response.

"Mmm." She sighed as Harry turned onto his side and moved the duvet back slightly to watch. She smiled as she turned her face from Draco to Harry, and Harry pulled her to him, capturing her lips for a deep, slow kiss of his own. "Of all the ways to wake up in the morning, I think I like this one the best too."

"Do you?" Draco asked, still playing with her nipple and sucking in an affected breath as he watched Harry kiss her again. "I'm glad to hear that."

"Before we go any further though," Hermione said, stilling them both as she pulled back slightly, "I need to tell Harry that we, umm," she paused awkwardly, "okay so, Draco showed me your diary last night, Harry. You need to know that I read some of the entries."

Harry winced. "Oh, okay. Am I in trouble this morning then?"

She blinked in surprise, "No. Well, yes, actually, now that you come to mention it, for a couple of dangerous things that you did, but mostly I just wanted to tell you that I'd seen it."

"Thank you." He smiled as he stroked her face softly, "both for reading it and for not telling me off." He reached to the nightstand for his glasses and put them on, "you don't look too cross with me either," he said, peering at her as Draco laughed. "I wanted you to read it, so I'm glad you did, and Draco, you may laugh at my concern, but have you ever been on the receiving end of Hermione's wrath?"

"Yes, actually," Draco ran his fingers down his nose with a shiver, "I have. Although I'm told, it was thoroughly deserved at the time."

"It was." Hermione asserted. "Anyway, that was only a slap, Draco. I don't know quite what you were complaining so much abou-"

Draco cut her off by flipping her onto her back, playfully pinning her down, and kissing her as she giggled. "It was a hard punch! You broke my nose with it, you crazy witch," he murmured, kissing her yet again. "I know I told you last night that I fell for you at the yule ball, and that is true, but that punch was the first time you ever touched me, and your touch was electric, even back then. Not to mention painful," he finished wryly as he let her go.

"That can't have been the first time we touched, surely?" her voice was a little shaky, his grabbing her like that had affected her intensely. She wondered if she had the nerve to ask him to do it again.

"Yes, well, you hated me back then," he said, running his fingers down her bare inner arm and making her shiver. "We were hardly on touching terms."

Her breathing rate picked up at the feel of his caress. "I don't remember touching anyone much at thirteen years old," she reasoned as his fingers tightened around her wrist, making her whimper.

"I should hope not," he teased, "touching should wait until you are at least fifteen. That's what I did anyway." He ran a finger slowly down her cheek, and her whole body reacted with another shiver. "I see that you quite like touching these days, though."

"Now yes, not at fifteen. That's illegal anyway," she protested weakly as he used his fingers to stroke the side of her face. His thumb dragged her bottom lip slowly down, and she flicked her tongue out to lick the pad, making him gasp softly in response.

"Touching isn't. What age did touching begin in your world then?" his eyes were darkening in the morning light, and his gaze was intensifying the longer he looked at her. Harry cleared his throat awkwardly beside them, and she laughed.

"It was seventeen for me, and for the record, it was with Harry. Assuming sex and loss of virginity is what you're alluding to." She pressed into his fingers, craving more of his touch. "I was a good girl."

He nodded, "I should hope you're not anymore. And if you are, then you should know that I plan to very…... thoroughly….. corrupt….. all of that nonsense….. out of you." He kissed her after every few words, and she mewled as she met his probing tongue with her own.

"You make a lot of bold promises Malfoy, I hope you can follow them all through," she said as Harry snorted with laughter and she fixed Draco with her best attempt at a smirk.

Draco chuckled darkly at her incitement and grinned. "Believe me. I plan to follow through on every bold promise I've ever made. To both of you." He reached over Hermione's chest to pinch Harry's nipple, making him hiss. "Let me see you two together."

"Doing what?" she asked breathlessly, as Draco groaned.

"Well, if it's the time for following through on bold promises, I want to see the way you look at each other, the way you kiss, the way Harry slowly slides his rock hard, throbbing cock deep inside your dripping pussy…." his voice slowed and dropped in pitch with every word he spoke. He smirked as both of them groaned loudly, "dirty talk, again, for both of you…. I'll remember that."

Hermione left Draco's side and pressed herself up against Harry instead. Harry kissed her deeply, tangling his fingers into her hair as he pulled her close. She let him take charge, lately they had been playing around with her taking the dominant role during sex, but with Draco watching, she wanted Harry to lead, and he seemed to know that instinctively. She ground herself against him, melding entirely into him and loving the way they fit together so perfectly.

Harry bunched her nightie up, and she lifted herself so that he could slip it over her head, leaving her naked save for her panties. She gazed at him for a moment, taking in his hard, toned chest, his smattering of dark hair, and the dragon tattoo on his shoulder, until he broke the spell with another heated kiss. She felt Draco's hand on her arm, guiding her backward onto the bed. "I can't see if you're both laying on your sides," he whispered, "and I like to watch."

"Do you?" Harry asked, groaning as he stroked Hermione's tight nipple, "that's good because I love to have people watch me." He leaned down to suck the sensitive bud firmly into his mouth, and she cried out, arching into him, silently begging for more.

Harry sucked harder, she felt his teeth graze her sensitive skin as Draco dropped down to mirror Harry's efforts on her other side. The feeling of both of their mouths on her was exquisite. She squealed as Draco caught her with his teeth, much harder than Harry ever did, and a rush of lust scorched through her body like liquid fire.

"Too much?" Draco asked.

She shook her head, her breath coming in shallow pants. "No. Not too much." The edge of pain had felt incredible. She closed her eyes, inhaling sharply as Harry crawled lower, kissing his way down her body and leaving a trail of tingling goose bumps in his wake.

He slid her panties down and off of her legs, then propped himself up on his beautifully sculpted arms and swiped his tongue through her silken folds. She cried out sharply with pleasure as he licked deep inside of her, and then turned her head to look at Draco, who was watching them both with lust filled eyes. As every lick and caress of Harry's amazingly talented tongue caused her to react, Hermione could see her desire mirrored straight back at her in Draco's expression.

Harry flicked his tongue over her clit, while Draco kissed her mouth. She whimpered as Harry pressed a final kiss to her sex, crawled up the bed, pushed Draco down and straddled him, then leaned down to kiss him. "Fuck Hermione," Draco said when Harry pulled back, "you taste like heaven, darling."

She was panting with arousal as she watched Harry and Draco kiss again, and she gasped loudly as Harry moved his hand down to play with her clit. He stroked it with his thumb, then slid one, then two of his long fingers inside her and curled them against her back wall. He pressed against the sensitive bundle of nerves, and she sighed as she drew her legs up to afford him better access.

When Harry finally pulled his hand away, he chuckled darkly at her whine of protest, changed their position, and nudged the tip of his hard length insistently against her. She yielded instantly, crying out with pleasure as he pushed smoothly inside.

Draco slid himself up against her naked bottom to sandwich her tightly in between them both. Having both of their bodies pressed against her like that was almost too much for Hermione to bear. Every thrust Harry gave bumped her backward into Draco, and he matched their movements beat for beat until she was almost delirious with pleasure.

"You like this do you?" Draco whispered into her ear, "you like the feeling of being fucked by two men at once?" she nodded, not even attempting to form words. "One of these days, we'll do this with Harry's cock deep in your pussy and mine buried inside your delectable little arse." He punctuated his words with a hard snap of his hips, which coincided perfectly with Harry's next bold thrust, and she cried out as both of her partners caused the tension inside her to build to almost unbearable levels.

"Scream for me, darling," Draco encouraged. "Let us hear how we make you feel, let us know how much you like the thought of both of us taking you at the same time." His words caused her orgasm to finally crest and she detonated between them, calling out both of their names loudly as wave after wave of volcanic, white-hot bliss coursed through her body.

The tight clench of her inner walls tipped Harry over the edge too. She felt Draco reach around and pull Harry tightly into them both. Harry gave one final, impossibly deep thrust and then stilled, leaning his head back and moaning loudly as he came apart inside of her.

When Hermione finally calmed, Harry carefully guided himself out. When she was free Draco pulled her gently back into his arms. He was still as hard as a rock, and she gasped as he ground himself against her. "Are you alright?" he asked softly, and she nodded, turning around in his arms, still feeling dazed from her monumental orgasm. "Have you ever been with two men at the same time before today?"

"No," she whispered. Something dark and dangerous looking flashed briefly in Draco's eyes as he smiled in satisfaction. Hermione looked at him curiously, she'd seen several hints of half hidden desires in his eyes this morning before he'd quickly locked them out of sight, and she was curious as to what he was trying to hide. "What is it? Why do you keep looking at me like that?" she asked, watching him closely and trying to read his subconscious responses.

"Like what?" He licked his lips, and his face blanked slightly, making her frown,

"You promised me last night that you wouldn't hide your thoughts anymore," she reminded him as she smoothed his silky, white hair gently out of his eyes. "What's wrong?"

Draco gave a troubled sigh. "It's just the way you make me feel, alright? You make me worry that I'm going to lose control, and I don't want to scare you away."

Hermione's surprise softened as she saw his genuine concern. She stared at his broad chest and reached up to take the pajama top he was wearing off. He stilled her hand with a hint of fear in his eyes. "Leave that on for now, please," he whispered, and she nodded, despite not understanding why.

"Draco," she dropped her voice almost to a whisper, trying her best to sound reassuring. "You won't scare me away. I told you last night that I'm falling for you. Your possessive demands and your crazily filthy words only turn me on even more. If you want me, tell me what you want to do to me, then come and do it." She watched his face as he battled what looked like an internal war. When he finally relaxed, she nodded and threw him a teasing smile. "That's better. Now, as I said, come and do it. Unless you're all talk and you can't actually follow anything through-"

She broke off, laughing as she found herself suddenly pinned to the mattress underneath him again. Harry was sitting up, watching them with desire darkening his emerald green eyes. She looked up helplessly at Draco and moaned as fresh waves of arousal pooled low in her belly. "Cheeky little minx, aren't you?" Draco finally kissed her without holding back, and it was like nothing she had ever experienced before. He claimed her, taking exactly what he wanted and leaving her breathlessly panting for more. "You asked for it, remember that, if I do lose control. And just so you know, sass me like that again, and I'll put you over my knee for the spanking of your life."

She shivered, arching up to rub her aching core against him. "I want you to lose control, Draco. I like that I can do this to you." He pressed against her again, and she bit her lip suggestively as she gazed up at him, wondering if she dared provoke him still further. "Tell me what you want to do to me….."

Draco took a deep breath and closed his eyes as if he was still undecided about what to do. "Malfoy," Harry said, his voice so low that Hermione could barely hear it, and she gasped, she had never heard him speak in that tone before. "If you don't stop holding back on her, you'll be over my fucking knee in a minute, and I won't stop spanking your arse until it's Gryffindor red. You'll be begging me for mercy-"

"For fuck's sake, Potter!" Draco gritted his teeth, visibly affected, "that's my job-"

"Why?" Harry grinned, "who says I can't top you? It's only fair it goes both ways after all-"

"You two are going to be the death of me," Draco groaned as he locked eyes with Hermione. "You sure you want this, then?"

She smiled as she nodded. "Every…. single…. last…. bit," she said slowly, drawing the words out as he closed his eyes. When he opened them next, something had changed. He kissed her without holding back, and it was wild and feral. He grabbed her roughly and sank into her, his lips demanded her submission and she heard him sigh with relief as she kissed him just as desperately back.

He reached down, feeling her ready for him, lined himself up, then without a word slid inside, pausing halfway to let her adjust to his size then slowly sliding all the way in. Hermione groaned as he filled her, inch by delicious inch. She lifted her legs to wrap them around him, drawing him down deeper, and he thrust firmly, finally sheathing himself to the hilt inside her.

"You okay?" he gasped, and she nodded, wriggling against him to encourage him to move.

"Very." He was relatively gentle at first, and she met his considerate movements politely until he pulled back to look her in the eye.

"More?" he asked. She nodded, crying out as he thrust into her sharply. "Yes or no?"

"Yes!" she said on a strangled cry and clenched her internal muscles tightly around him.

"Fuck!" Draco muttered, and that was the moment that his restraint finally snapped. He thrust his hips violently and bit down on the sensitive skin of her neck. She pushed into the feeling, the sharp sting of pain exciting her still further.

It was fast, hard and frantic, and she came almost instantly, but Draco completely ignored her first climax. He just picked his rhythm up even more, thrusting into her until they were both panting with exertion.

This time when she came, it was with an intensity that she had never felt before. She screamed his name, and right at the peak of her climax, Draco nestled his face into her hair and exploded within her. When he finally collapsed down onto her, she smiled with exhausted satisfaction and tried to catch her breath.

Being with Harry and Draco had been, without a doubt, the most intense experience of her life. As she finally came back down to earth, she realized that by letting himself go, Draco had given her what she had always wanted and had never entirely found. He had given her mind blowing, uncontrollably explosive sex, and she smiled, finally understanding what had worried him so much.

Given their volatile history, sex between the pair of them could never have been anything else, but she had loved every single moment of it. As had Harry if the pained look on his face and the affected way he was stroking himself was anything to go by.

Draco opened his eyes with a smirk and patted Hermione's thigh as he rolled carefully off of her. "Looks like Potter needs a hand over there, or a little kiss at least. I'd hate him to feel left out." Draco grinned, "have you got enough energy left to suck him off while I watch, darling?"

It turned out that she did. In fact, it turned out that she had the energy for a whole lot more than that, so much so that they all spent most of Saturday and a great deal of Sunday either in bed, eating takeaway in their pajamas, watching tele, talking about the veil and their work plans, and getting to know each other in great detail, in every single way possible.