A/N: So there has been some talk of a need for a triad with Draco and Neville. Well, here you go! It's a lovely, little one shot inspired by my Puff Fanfic bestie Missyn83. We decided to write this with the thought of having the woman be faceless. Feel free to picture yourself sandwiched between them. ~Beta love to ErisAceso~ **First published 4/6/2016

Disclaimer: This is SUPER smutty, rated M for language and adult sexual content! If that isn't your jam, don't read, just move on!

Triple Twist

"Draco! Over here, mate," Neville all but roared over the pounding music, waving to the blonde man that just walked around the bar.

Smiling, and lifting his hand he gave a two fingered half wave of acknowledgment and made his way through the dancing, talking, and frankly, drunken crowd.

"Neville," he said clapping the man on the back. "What's it been, fifteen years?"

"Yeah, I guess so. Hell, it sure doesn't seem that long since we worked together. Still the ever pompous arse?" Neville asked, winking at him.

"Ha, would you expect anything less?" Draco answered scanning the dance floor. "Not a bad choice Neville, but honestly how young are these people?"

"You just need to know where to look, Draco. First, take your eyes from the squealing girls with too short skirts and boobs falling from their shirts." Draco gave Neville a sidelong look and rolled his eyes.

"Ugh, I'm so fucking bored," she said aloud. Great, now I'm talking to myself. This evening is NOT going to go down like this, she thought to herself.

Grabbing the phone, scrolling through the list of numbers she smiled to herself and pushed 'Call.'

"Hey Draco. So, I don't have anything to do tonight. Want to come over, and I don't know, have some tea?" She rolled her eyes, knowing how damn lame that sounded, and listened to his response.

"Actually, I'm out with a friend at a pub. Why don't you come on down and keep us company?"

Well, fuck! she thought, looking down at her sweatpants stained with who the hell knows what and her favorite T-shirt that had seen its best day about a decade ago. She had planned just to throw on a nighty for him. Going out required bare legs. "Uh, yeah, sure. I guess that sounds like fun. Meet you guys there in about half an hour?"

"Thank goodness for being a witch," she murmured to herself. She had her hair up, her face glamoured, and legs so smooth you could spread them on toast in less than 15 minutes. Picking an outfit was a little more trying, but eventually decided on skin tight jeans and a black tank that was flowy, but showed the perfect amount of cleavage. Finally, she cast a concealment charm on her wand and stuck it her hair, walking out of her flat and to the pub.

She spotted Draco almost immediately, his blonde hair not necessarily being the most disguising of traits. Damn, he looks SO fucking good, she thought as she looked him up and down, taking in the crisp line of his tailored black suit. Oh, how a man looks good in a suit.

He noticed her then and waved her over, "Want a drink?"

"Uh, yeah sure."

"Neville, how about another round for us all?" At Neville's nod, Draco disappeared into the crowd, presumably headed toward the bar.

Oh, holy hell, in a handbasket! Who the fuck is this sweet eye candy? she wondered feeling the blush rise from her neck and raise to her hairline.

"Hey, I'm Neville," he said, practically yelling, reaching out and grabbing her shoulder to lean down to speak to her. "You must be Draco's friend?"

"Looks like we have something in common already," she shouted up at him. Damn, he's so tall!

"What?" Neville leaned his head down and put his ear right by her face. The smell of sandalwood practically knocked her on her arse.

"Ummm, so how long have you known Draco?"

"Oh, about fifteen years of knowing the real Draco, but I did have the extreme," the word thick with sarcasm, "pleasure of knowing Draco since we were both eleven. He stole my Remembrall."

She looked at him and laughed, and when she realized he wasn't joking, she reached over and smacked Draco, who had just returned with drinks.

"What did I do?" Draco asked wide eyed while Neville roared with laughter.

Several rounds later, she threw back the latest shot and grinned, delighted by the fruity concoction. "What the hell was that?" she demanded, thinking of adding it to her repertoire.

"It's called a Triple Twist, I think?" Draco yelled back.

"C'mon, boys, I want to dance," she said grabbing each of the boy's hands and pulling them towards the dance floor.

Letting the alcohol take the lead she found herself sandwiched between these two men dancing in a way that led all eyes to them. They didn't notice, they just continued riding the wave of intoxication.

Feeling a soft, wet pressure of lips and tongue on the apex of her shoulder and neck she tilted her head back giving Neville better access as he grabbed her arse and gently squeezed. A set of lips captured hers softening the moan lifting from her lips. Draco grabbed her and deepened the kiss shoving his tongue deep in her mouth, exploring every expanse of her with his tongue. He tasted of peppermint, and smelled of parchment.

Draco left her lips, making her gasp at the departure. He met Neville's eyes and he nodded.

"Let's get out of here," Neville whispered huskily in her ear.

They walked off the dance floor into the shadows and Neville grabbed her hand as she held tight to Draco's. Without so much as a heads up, they disapparated to a room with a huge four poster bed, and blue colored duvet.

Neville waited no longer than a split second for her to get her bearings before he had her in his arms kissing her. She felt a pair of lips on her back and a gentle tongue begin to caress down her spine, while hands ran up her legs and began to reach forward undoing her jeans.

There was nothing she wanted more than for those hands to touch skin. She wanted to feel skin in her own hands. Reaching forward she pulled Neville's jacket off and thrust his shirt over his head. Suddenly, she was stripped of her jeans and lifted up inches from the ground as they were pulled from her ankles. Standing upright she found herself facing Draco, his chest bare and chiseled like nothing she'd ever seen. He grabbed her, burning kisses down her neck and lifting her shirt above her head as she felt Neville's hot hands grab her ribs. Oh, the fucking feel of his hands, she thought hazy with lust and alcohol as Draco captured her mouth with his while unhooking her bra.

Soon, there was nothing between the three bodies but a thin pair of knickers. She could feel their hardness, and Merlin did she want to feel more!

She pushed the body before her till it fell on the bed. Draco landed on his back and she climbed up, straddling him. She felt Neville behind her holding onto her hips. Slowly, she guided Draco's hardness into her. Gasping, she felt hands reach up to her nipples. Twisting and rubbing, soft nibbles making her breath catch at each bite. When Neville prepared himself behind her she only arched her back. Feeling him slide into her was pure bliss. Oh, holy fuck how could one ever feel so full?

The night ended quite how it started in the club. Full of laughs and drinks...