Hermione awoke, cocooned between the two men; warm and safe, under the blanket they had lazily pulled across themselves after each of them hand come many times the previous evening. Her thighs were damp and sticky, the evidence of their time together dripping out of her onto the sheets, a hardened member rested against her arse, the owner's chest pressed firmly against her back. Another penis rested against her stomach which hard and swollen.
"Morning, Granger," a voice purred from behind her, a hand reaching across her to squeeze her breast as the hard cock was placed against her dripping folds.
"Please," she breathed, as he teased her, swiping himself through her heat but never entering her.
"Look at our girl, so ready to go another round," Fred's sleepy voice spoke, reaching down to push two fingers within her, Hermione whined.
"Fuck me," she begged. Fred rolled onto his back his cock jutting into the air.
"Ride me baby," he said, Hermione hurried to comply, untangling herself from Draco and impaling herself on Fred's dick.
"Such a good girl," Fred spoke pulling her down against his chest, pausing her movements as she whined.
"Fred, please," she whispered, grinding against him needily.
"Hold still baby," he said, kissing her sweetly as Draco's member brushed against her arse, pushing into her in a single thrust, filling her completely, Hermione screamed. Even after doing this twice the previous night she didn't think she'd ever get used to the pressure, the fullness of having two cocks within her, only separated by a thin wall of skin.
"Good girl," Fred whispered, kissing away the tears that had unwittingly escaped her eyes.
"Move," she hissed, and then they were each thrusting in sync one in and the other out, over and over again, hard and fast the way she liked it while their hands and mouths roamed her body, nipping, hitting, biting, licking, sucking and kissing at every piece of exposed skin they could find.
"AAAAAAAAAAH," she screamed as she came, juices squirting as her back arched back against Draco's firm chest. Both of them grunted, moaning, coming into her abused holes, as her walls clenched around them. Hermione's eyes rolled back, unconsciousness claiming her into its dark embrace.
When Hermione awoke again, the sheets were cold around her, the two men gone from the room. The smell of breakfast and coffee emitted the air, and she could hear voices coming from somewhere else in the flat. On shaky legs she stood, making her way to the adjoined bathroom to clean herself up and use the facilities.
Twenty minutes later and she felt much better; her body clean and red from the heat of the shower, her hair damp and plaited into a long braid, hangover cured by potion and dressed in an oversized t-shirt and knickers Hermione allowed her slipper clad feet to lead her down the hallway to the kitchen where the two men were sat; each clean, dressed casually as they each ate a plate of mouth-watering fry up.
"How is this going to work," she blurted out before either of them could speak. Fred raised, leading her to the spot between them, setting a warm plate of food and steaming mug of coffee in front of her.
"First food and then we'll talk," he said, leaning forward to kiss her forehead. Hermione nodded, digging into the plate in front of her, her mind racing with questions on how this thing between the three of them would work, how people would react.
"Stop worrying Granger," Draco spoke, reaching forward to squeeze her hand. Hermione met his eye and smiled, squeezing his hand in return as she moved her eyes to Fred. Both men were attractive, smart, brilliant in bed, both men wanted to be with her. She could do this, be in a triad, they weren't unheard of, she was a consenting adult and she wanted this, wanted them.