Their first Christmas since the final battle, since Ron and Harry had left was a sombre affair. Their morning had started out amazing, it had been the best sex of Hermione's life but the atmosphere at the Burrow had been stifling. Molly had been doting, loving everything a mother should be, overcompensating for the fact that two of her children where God knows where. It had been awkward, and Hermione had been thankful to leave after a large home cooked meal late in the afternoon.

"Let's go out," she suggested to Fred quietly as they lay on their bed after another round of fantastic sex.

"We could do, not sure how many places will be open this late on Christmas Day," he replied, his fingers tracing invisible patterns on her bare stomach.

"I know a place that will be open," she told him, hopping out of the bed to rummage in her closet.

"Will I like the place," he asked as he climbed out of bed and pulled on his discarded jeans.

"I found it when I wasn't at my best, it's technically in Knockturn Alley but close to Diagon, it's a good bar," she assured as she slipped into a short lacy black dress, choosing to forgo any underwear.

Half an hour later the pair were walking into the bar in question; the Crossed Knots was a small bar, dark, smoky, mysterious, people kept to themselves, and the bar had a great cocktail selection.

"Two flaming dragon's and a bottle of Firewhisky" she asked the bartender confidently.

"Make that three," a voice spoke from behind her and Fred. Hermione shivered at the familiar voice, turning to assess the blonde Slytherin.

"Draco," she greeted as the blonde in question handed over a pouch of galleons to the brunette on the other side of the bar.

"Keep them coming," the blonde spoke, picking up the first tray of drinks.

"Fancy running into you here Malfoy," Fred spoke, one hand, wrapped around her waist as they followed the blonde man who carried their drinks.

"Not many places are open on Christmas," he told them.

"Thank you for my neckless," she told him as she took a seat.

"It looks good on you," he told her staring at where the small silver book settled between the valley of her breasts.

"Do you want to play a game," she asked the two men, with a smirk.

"What kind of game baby," Fred asked, playing with one of her dark curls.

"Truth or Dare of course," she replied, pulling a clear phial out of her magically extended handbag.

"Why am I not surprised that you walk around with illegal truth potions," Draco chuckled.

"I've never been one for following rules," she told him as she poured the liquid into the large bottle of Firewhisky, shook it up and poured three shots of the rich honey coloured liquid.

"Freddie, truth or dare," she asked him quietly.

"Dare," he spoke confidently as he swallowed his shot.

"I dare you to kiss me," she told her boyfriend, Fred smirked and pulled her in for a deep kiss, their teeth, and tongue crashing together needily. When they pulled apart, she could see that Draco's pale face was flushed, his eye's filled with desire as he looked at them both panting on the other side of the table.

"Malfoy truth or dare," she asked quietly. Draco took his shot contemplating his answer for a second, "Truth," he responded.

"Do you fancy me," she asked, leaning across the table towards him.

"I have done for years, your beautiful Granger," the blonde spoke, unable to lie thanks to the potion he had consumed.

"She fancies you too," Fred spoke, one of his hands running up her thigh, "Truth or Dare Hermione," her leaning down and kissing her collar bone.

"Dare," she breathed as he kissed her throat.

"I dare you to snog, Malfoy, put on a good show," he told her, nipping at her throat with his teeth and running his tongue over the same spot to ease the pain. Hermione moaned as he pulled away and pushed herself up confidently onto her high healed feet. In three steps she was round the table and standing in front of Draco, who looked at her wide eyed as she straddled his legs, pressing herself flush against his chest as she leaned in and kissed him, grinding slightly against the hardness of his clothed cock in his black trousers. One of Draco's hands wound its way into her hair while the other rested on her arse, pulling her closer as she moaned into the kiss, bucking her hips against his, her cunt soaking.

"Freddie, she asked, pulling away from Draco, her chest heaving.

"Truth," he responded, downing another shot of amber liquid.

"How turned on are you right now and what do you wish you could do," she asked, her face flushed as she ground herself against the man she still straddled.

"I've never been so turned on in my life, my cock is rock hard. I want to take you both home with me. I want to fuck you, I want to watch Draco fuck you, and I want us both to fuck you at the same time. Then if Draco was up for it, I'd fuck him just as hard while he ate you out and then we'd switch up and he'd fuck me," Fred breathed, stroking his straining cock through his jeans.

"Draco, Truth or Dare," she asked, leaning down to kiss him sweetly.

"Truth," he breathed.

"I know you fancy me but how do you feel about Freddie, do you want to come home with us and let us do all those things to you, do you want a threesome with us," she asked him.

"I'm bisexual and think he's fit. I don't do casual sex though Granger," he responded, moaning as she moved against his cock.

"Who said anything about causal, if you go home with us tonight, we aren't ever going to let you leave. We've been fantasying about you for weeks. Once you are in our bed that's where you'll stay, the third part of our relationship. Would you like that to date the both of us, to be able to fuck us both," she asked, between kisses.

"I'd like that Granger," he breathed.

"In that case, Freddie, I dare you to kiss him," she spoke, as Fred approached them and leaned down to kiss the blonde while she sat atop of his knees, his cock straining against her hardened clit, as she rubbed herself against him, moaning as she watched the two males battle for dominance. While kissing the blonde, Fred snaked his hand under her short dress and thrust three fingers inside her naked soaking pussy, thrusting them quickly within her as he kissed Draco. Hermione moaned, leaning forward to kiss and suck at Draco's pale neck as her walls fluttered around Fred's long thick fingers.

In, out, in out, in out; Fred's fingers moved quickly within her, between them and the friction of Draco's hardened cock against her clit, Hermione found herself coming hard with a scream that she muffled against Draco's throat.

"Beautiful isn't she when she comes," Fred asked pulling his dripping fingers out of her core and bringing them to Draco's lips, Draco sucked on them tasting her juices for the first time.

"Delicious he moaned around the fingers, and Hermione whimpered, desire flooding within her.