A/N: Written for the very talented Ada Lovelaced's birthday!
I have no chill and wrote 3 stories because your kinks/pairings/prompts were right up my alley. So please enjoy!
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Summary: Hermione has been playing around with some of the fertility and sex magic books stored away in Grimmauld Place. Sirius warned her about them, but like the bold Gryffindor she is, she didn't heed his warning. Now she's triggered a Sexus Aut Mortem spell and has only a few hours to complete the spell in order to live. The problem? According to the number hovering above her head, she's going to have to complete the spell with 12 men.
Pairings: Hermione Granger/Sirius Black, Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger/George Weasley, Hermione Granger/Charlie Weasley, Hermione Granger/Percy Weasley, Hermione Granger/George Weasley/Charlie Weasley (no incest), Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger/Blaise Zabini, Hermione Granger/Lucius Malfoy, Hermione Granger/Severus Snape, Hermione Granger/Lucius Malfoy/Severus Snape, Hermione Granger/Antonin Dolohov, Hermione Granger/Thorfinn Rowle, Hermione Granger/Rabastan Lestrange, Hermione Granger/Thorfinn Rowle/Rabastan Lestrange
Rating: M
Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content, Dubious Consent, Dubious Consent due to Fuck or Die, Fuck or Die, Sex Train, Threesome - F/M/M, Condoms, AU - No Voldemort, Tranmione
Sexus Aut Mortem
"Shit," Hermione muttered as the spell settled over her like a cloak. "Shit. Fucking Merlin. Shit," she said with more force. She could feel the bands of magic wrapping around her; instead of snug, warm, and comforting, they felt tight, restrictive, and all too hot. "Oh, Merlin, Hermione Granger, what the fuck have you done now?"
She flipped through her notes and the various books lying open on her work table. She really should not have tried the spell without more testing, but she'd combed through every single component and nothing obvious had jumped out.
"Damned Gryffindor," she spat at herself when her notes weren't forthcoming. She sighed and leaned back in her chair, feeling like she couldn't breathe. Whatever she had done to herself, she was going to need to get help. Right. Help.
She stood and smoothed down her top and yanked up her leggings. She was just putting her hair into a tighter bun at the back of her head when she caught sight of herself in the mirror on the back of the door.
"Oh, fuck, Hermione Jean Granger, you've done it now," she whispered. There were two bright blue numbers above her head. The first a number twelve, the second a countdown of some sort—she suspected it had begun at the number seven as it reflected 6:43. Now 6:42.
Oh, she was in some deep shit. She knew she should have left those intriguing books on sex magic alone. Sirius had bloody warned her and now… now… Oh gods, she was going to have to get someone to help her. And if her theory was correct, she might need to get twelve someone's to help her.
If she didn't want to die—and she didn't, she really, really didn't—then she needed to gather assistance. Immediately. As soon as possible. But instead, she stared at herself in the mirror. Twelve. That seemed…. The thought alone left her breathless. Already, anticipation flooded through her. Never… well maybe not never, but certainly only in her wildest dreams had she imagined twelve partners. Twelve. Circe, did she even know that many men? And she was certain it was going to have to be men. Bloody fertility sex magic, and curse the bloody Gryffindor who thought she knew everything. Apparently, she never fucking learned her lesson.
Before she could derail herself entirely, she snapped her eyes shut, breathed deeply counting to ten, and then flung the door open and stalked into the corridor of Grimmauld Place. She'd taken the old bedroom she and Ginny had once shared as her workroom and had taken over Regulus's bedroom when she'd moved in after Hogwarts with Harry was across the hall in Sirius's old room. Sirius had taken great pleasure in heavily remodeling his parents room and taking it for himself.
Fuck, Sirius would know exactly what happened and laugh himself silly. Maybe she could do this without Sirius's help? In which case, she needed Harry. Who just happened to be coming down the stairs now.
"Harry, thank Godric," Hermione said, hurrying toward him.
"Herm—" he cut himself off and drew up short, staring at the numbers above her head. "What the hell have you done to yourself?"
"Clearly, I've fucked up," Hermione said tightly, "and I need you to help me, without letting Sirius know."
"Uh… if I'm not mistaken, that bright blue is usually the indication of a Sexus Aut Mortem spell. And well, I don't—"
"Gods, not you Harry!" Hermione said. "I know what kind of spell it is, but don't you see anything wrong with it?"
"There appears to be an extra number…" he trailed off as he put it together. "Oh, fucking Godric, twelve? Hermione, what the hell were you doing?"
"Something stupidly Gryffindor, obviously," she snapped. "Now are you going to help, or what?"
"I mean… I have to find twelve blokes for you to sleep with in six hours and thirty-four minutes? How am I supposed to do that? Shall I take out an advert in the Daily Prophet?"
"I thought you'd be less crass than Sirius, not more," Hermione said, glaring at her oldest friend. "Obviously Rabastan and Thorfinn will be two of them, but the Pride has a game today so they are out until that ends or my timer ends. Oh bloody hell," she groaned and dropped her head into her hands. Harry was right. Even ten men seemed like too many to have to track down and convince to have sex with her.
"Well, I don't know why you thought that," Harry replied, rubbing his chin. He slung his arm around her shoulders and guided her toward the stairs. "But I do think we're going to have to clue Sirius in. He's going to want to know why there is a parade of men coming up to your bedroom, after all. And… Well, why not use Sirius as one of them? I'm—"
"Shut up, Harry," Hermione muttered, straightening and shrugging his arm off of her shoulders. "You might be right about letting Sirius know what's going on, but he certainly doesn't have to be—"
"Doesn't have to be what, kitten?" Sirius said from below them. "Oh, Hermione," the disdain, chagrin, and amount of I-told-you-so he was able to cram into those two words made her want to shrivel inside.
"Yes, I fucked up," she muttered, hurrying down the last few steps to where Sirius stood on the landing. "I fucked up bigtime—"
"About to be fucked up you mean," Harry muttered, trying and failing to hide his grin.
Sirius bit his own lips in an attempt to be the mature adult in this situation, but the dimble that showed just to the right of his facial hair gave it all away. "So who are the lucky people?"
"Men, wizards," Hermione said. "Has to be men. I was toying with a fertility spell—"
"We're going to need some condoms then," Sirius said. "Any sort of magical birth control will be dissolved by the fertility component. What about Lestrange and Rowle? If they are available, then that's only ten others."
"Pride has a match that started an hour ago," Harry supplied helpfully, a bit too gleefully in Hermione's opinion as she glared at him.
"Harry, why don't you go get the condoms. Get a variety," Sirius said with narrowed eyes at his godson.
Harry sighed. "I always get the shit jobs."
"Not like you were going to be able to offer much assistance anyway," Hermione reminded him, snarkily. Harry wasn't into witches. Not even a little bit. It had taken some trial and error to figure that out, but when Theo Nott had stormed into his life two years ago, Harry had fallen head over heels in love. It was adorable, really.
"I'll Floo a few people when I get back," he said with a grin.
"You will Floo only people who can help with this problem," Hermione told him with a glare. "Don't bandy this about. And good-looking people, Harry. If I catch you trying to get Goyle or Crabbe here, I'll murder you."
"Good point," Sirius said. "I'll have everyone sign a confidentiality clause before sending them up to you."
"You seem remarkably prepared for this," Hermione said to him as Harry left out the front door of the house, his steps jaunty as he whistled. He would find this terribly amusing.
"I did warn you about those books," Sirius replied, a hint of a smirk on his face. "Perhaps I suspected you wouldn't be able to help yourself."
Hermione sighed, she was tired already and that was before she'd even had sex with one man, let alone twelve of them.
"Come on," Sirius said, grabbing her hand and guiding her back toward the stairs. "I'll be your first so you can get at least one out of the way, yeah?"
"If you must," Hermione replied, allowing him to lead her up the stairs and to her bedroom.
"That's the spirit," Sirius replied. "Though, not really working on getting me in the mood, kitten."
"Oh god, am I going to have to seduce a dozen men too?" Hermione asked, suddenly overwhelmed by the task before her.
Sirius threw back his head and laughed. "I think we could get a few lust potions from George if we need to."
"Do it," Hermione said. "Who knows who Harry is going to bloody conjure up. Oh, fuck, Sirius, make sure he doesn't drag anyone here too hideous or vile. I'm serious about that."
"No, I'm Sirius, love," he said, backing her into her bedroom, his hands on her hips. Her breath caught in her throat and the spell tightened around her, seeming to send shockwaves across her skin and to all the sensitive bits. At least it seemed she wasn't going to have a problem being turned on.
"Sirius," she muttered as he dropped his head to hers, their foreheads pressed together.
"I'm not going to lie and say this is a hardship," he said quietly, looking her in the eyes, an emotion she couldn't name. Her eyes fluttered closed and he moved his head so he could whisper in her ears. "Watching you prance around this house the last two years has been hell on my libido, love."
"I…" she shook her head, not knowing what to say.
"Just enjoy, yeah? I'll be here to make sure you enjoy it all," he replied, placing a kiss just beneath her ear. She shuddered in his arms as he backed her onto her bed and sat down heavily moments before Sirius's mouth was on hers.
It was hard to tell what was the spell and what was the attraction between her and Sirius, but her nerve endings were on fire from just a few kisses.
"Sirius," she whined as he kissed down her neck. She yanked at his shirt, tossing it off of him and then went for his trousers.
"Patience," Sirius murmured into her skin.
"I can't be bloody patient!" she shouted as she yanked her own shirt over her head, breaking his kisses. "Please, just fuck me."
Sirius sighed, dropping his head to her shoulder. After a long moment he nodded, and helped her remove her jeans. Then they were naked, with Sirius lying on top of her. And his skin felt so good against hers, warm and solid. She slid her toes up his leg and pressed her hips against his, trapping his hard cock between them. He grunted as she grinded into him.
"Please, please, please," she begged, knowing now that it was the potion talking. It was the potion making her need him like this. Distantly, she thought about his words from earlier, but she shoved them aside. Her day was going to be hard enough without thinking about that.
He pulled back and dug a condom wrapper out of his trouser pocket, quickly sliding it down his length before covering her with his body again.
They groaned simultaneously as he entered her in one swift twist of his hips. "Fuck, Merlin, Sirius," she hissed when he bottomed out inside her. He felt so good. His cock, hard and long enough to hit that spot right at the front of her canal, his arms bracketing her head, his lips as they grazed hers, every part of him felt divine.
She wound her arms around his shoulders and shifted her hips to increase the pace.
"Hermione," he moaned into her ear as they set a punishing rhythm. She felt like she couldn't get enough of him, couldn't get him close enough to scratch that itch.
Sirius rolled them then so that she was on top. His hands dropped quickly to her hips, and he guided her movements. Knowing he had her she leaned backwards and placed her hands on his thighs, using the leverage to grind into him. He groaned, tossing his head back against the pillows and sweeping a finger along her clit.
It was what she needed, and she let go of the tension that had been coiling inside her. Her head dropped backward, her long hair sweeping along the small of her back as she tensed and let out a low groan. Sirius grunted, pulling her hips tight against his as her inner walls pulled his orgasm from him.
After a long moment, Hermione sighed and collapsed on top of Sirius's chest. He pulled her close, running his hands up and down her back as her breathing returned to normal.
"One down," he murmured.
"Confirmed?" Hermione asked, trying to see above her head, but failing.
"Yep," he said, popping the 'p.' "There's only 11 up there now, but now you only have five and a half hours to get it done."
"Oh, Merlin," Hermione moaned, rolling off of Sirius and staring at the ceiling overhead. It felt like an impossible task.
Harry couldn't believe he was in a Muggle chemists contemplating condom purchases. He wasn't sure he had ever bought condoms before, how was he to know which were the right kind?
"Help you?" a bored voice sounded from behind him. He turned to see a middle-aged woman with a set of keys in her hand.
"Er, yeah, I'll take a box of each," Harry mumbled, waving his hand at the wall of condoms behind the glass.
She raised her eyebrows, but didn't say anything and unlocked the door for him. He reached inside and snagged a box of each—almost a dozen in total. A few almost dropped when he turned to find the woman standing almost directly behind him.
He muttered his excuses and hurried up to the counter to pay for his purchases. Buying enough condoms to field two Quidditch teams was embarrassing enough, but having to do it with a middle-aged woman staring wide-eyed at him only increased the creeping blush on his cheeks. Once he paid and walked out of the chemists he felt slightly better, but a glance at his watch told him he needed to hurry.
If Hermione and Sirius were done already, then Hermione needed another partner fast. He wondered who he ought to call first? He was contemplating that as he walked inside Grimmauld place to hear the Floo chiming. He dropped the bags of condoms at the bottom of the stairs. A quick peek into Sirius's study showed it was empty and Harry hurried across the hall to the library to answer the Floo. Ron's head was hanging out of it.
"Alright Harry? I've been trying for five minutes," Ron complained.
Harry chuckled. "You're not going to believe what happened to Hermione today. Actually," a thought occurred to him, he was pretty sure Ron was between girlfriends, "do you have some time to come through?"
"Sure," Ron nodded and pulled out of the Floo. Harry stood and backed up, allowing him room to come through fully and with a flash of green and a shower of soot, Ron was standing in Grimmauld Place's library.
"What's going on?" Ron asked as Harry led him out of the library toward the study.
"Hermione's got herself in a pickle," Harry replied. "You know what she was researching?"
"Fertility spells or something," Ron replied. "She jabbered my ear off about them a couple of weeks ago."
"Right, well she set off a Sexus Aut Mortem spell combined with an actual number of blokes she needs to sleep with," Harry said as delicately as he could.
"Bloody hell!" Ron shouted, his eyes wide.
"And by my clock, she's only got a little over five hours to get it done." Harry grimaced as his friend absorbed this in the middle of the study. A moment later, Sirius strolled in looking as put together as before.
"Oh good, you've found another one," Sirius greeted upon seeing Ron. He rifled through his desk for a moment before pulling out a sheet of parchment. A few taps of his wand and words began forming on the parchment. He read through it a few times, nodding to himself, changing some of the language, then copied the parchment a dozen times before handing one to Ron.
"What's this?" Ron asked, reading it over with a furrowed brow.
"Confidentiality Contract," Sirius replied. "Not going to let 'Mione get railed by twelve men—"
"Twelve!" Ron yelped.
"—and not protect her reputation," Sirius finished with a glare at Ron. "Are you willing to help or not?"
Ron sighed, looking nervously at Harry. "I'm not sure she'd want me—"
"She's got five hours to fuck eleven men, Ron. She can't really afford to be picky," Sirius said.
"Either you offer to help her out, or you start Flooing men so we have enough volunteers."
"Yeah, alright," Ron sighed and grabbed a quill from Sirius's desk, signing the parchment with a flourish.
"There's condoms in a bag at the foot of the stairs," Harry said as Ron headed out the door.
"Hermione's in her room," Sirius added. "Think she'll refuse him?" he asked Harry.
Harry shrugged. "No idea. As long as Ron isn't a complete arse to her, I don't think so." They both listened as Ron's steps ascended the stairs and tentatively made their way down the corridor above.
"Well, best get to work finding some wizards," Sirius told Harry. "And don't forget to send an urgent owl to the Pride for Lestrange and Rowle."
"Already sent the owl," Harry replied and hurried off to the Floo in the library. He had no idea who to Floo, but figured if Hermione would accept Ron, perhaps she'd be alright with George too?
Hermione sighed, lying in her bed and waiting for the door to open. She'd heard the Floo chime go off earlier, so hopefully it was someone who was here for her. A moment later there was a tentative knock at her door. She pulled the sheet to her chest and sat up. Already, she was feeling the effects of the spell.
"Come in," she said, her voice low and sultry, a tone she barely recognized in herself.
"Hermione?" Ron asked, as he opened the door slowly, eyes closed.
She let out a low laugh and shook her head. "I'm decent, Ron, you can open your eyes."
He did so and gave her a tentative smile. He crossed the room and held out a plastic bag for her, eying the glowing numbers above her head. She took it and a peek inside showed her several boxes of condoms. Her shoulders released some of the tension they were holding. At least the condoms would greatly decrease the risk of her becoming pregnant due to her folly.
Ron shifted awkwardly in front of her, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand. "I understand if you don't want to do this with me," he whispered.
Hermione frowned. "Because we're friends?"
Ron let out a short, humorless laugh and shook his head. "Because I don't know what I'm doing."
Her frown deepened. "What are you saying, Ron?"
"I've never—" he admitted quietly as his hands flapped between them "—done this...had sex before."
"Oh," Hermione straightened and looked down at her lap. The spell was working, her body definitely wanted Ron, but allowing his first time to be in this sort of situation didn't quite feel right to her.
"Maybe it's you who doesn't want to do it with me," she suggested. "This isn't how anyone's first time should go."
Ron bit his lip and shook his head. "No, I want to, I definitely want to. I've just been too nervous, too scared to try with anyone else. And maybe... well maybe if it was with a friend, I wouldn't be so nervous?"
Hermione nodded. "Well, I'm willing if you are," she replied quietly.
"I... alright. How... what..." he trailed off, reddening completely.
Hermione took pity on him and stood up, letting the sheet fall away, revealing her naked body. She gave him a small smile and wrapped her arms around his neck, giving him a hug that he desperately seemed to need judging by the way he clung to her.
"It's alright, we'll go as slow as we can," Hermione told him, running her hands along his back. Little by little the tension eased from his body, and after a moment Hermione pulled back, pressing a chaste kiss to the corner of his lips. Ron's eyes were closed and he chased her lips with his. The kiss was a little clumsy, but sweet and after a moment, she slid her hands down his chest and began sliding his t-shirt up his abdomen. He groaned, and pulled back enough to yank his t-shirt over his head, before wrapping his arms around her once more.
Hermione knew it was the spell, but being wrapped in Ron's arms was doing a number on her head. She felt so safe and warm there. After a long moment, she guided him toward the bed. He stumbled out of his trousers, shoes, and socks and climbed onto the bed in only his pants. Hermione settled herself on his lap, straddling him. His hands were on her hips in a death grip to keep her still. She could feel his cock pulsing beneath her and longed to rub against it, but considering his inexperience, she knew that it was likely he wasn't going to be able to last long like that.
"Here," she murmured and pulled his hand to her core. She showed him how she liked to be touched and between the lingering effects of her orgasm with Sirius, the spell, and Ron's inexperienced but trying fingers, it wasn't long before she was panting and ready for him.
"Ron," she groaned when he inserted a third finger without her direction.
"Do... do you like that?" he asked, studying her face. She nodded and found herself riding his hand.
"Are you ready?" she asked him, knowing how ready she was, but wanting to make sure he was still alright with everything.
He nodded and started shoving down his pants with his free hand, his other never leaving her tight channel.
She helped him and gasped at the size of the cock that appeared before her. He gripped the base of it, looking up at her with the same unsure expression from earlier.
"Merlin, Ron, it's huge," Hermione stated plainly as she reached for the largest size condom box.
"You don't have to lie to me," he muttered, looking away from her, the tips of his ears turning pink.
"I promise, I'm not lying," Hermione said emphatically as she tore open the condom package and helped roll it down Ron's cock. He groaned at her touch and she gave him a moment before she moved her hips over his and guided him inside.
"Fuck, you feel so big," Hermione hissed once he was fully seated. Ron's head was back, the tendons in his neck standing out as she got used to the feel of him inside her.
"'Mione, you gotta move," he groaned, his hands pressing so tightly against her hips that she was sure she would have bruises the next day.
Slowly, so slowly, she shifted her hips, lifting them just a little, before gliding back down.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Ron muttered over and over again between clenched teeth. Hermione's nipples tightened at the obvious pleasure he was experiencing because of her. She'd never really wanted to be anyone's first before, but the sweep of power through her veins at his reactions was heady.
Leaning forward so the tips of her breasts brushed along his chest, she began a slow rocking motion, her head buried in his neck. He helped her, pulling her hips down over him again and again. When his movements started becoming erratic, Hermione slipped a hand between them, determined to let him experience what it felt like to have a witch come around his cock. It was his first time; she wanted it to be as perfect as she could possibly make it.
Just as he was crying out, his cock surging forward and his hands slamming her hips down, Hermione tipped over the edge. Their cries of satisfaction mingled together for a long moment before Hermione rolled off of him. She found herself staring at the ceiling of her room once more. Ron's breathing was heavy for a long time, then he rolled to face her, propping his head up with his hand.
"Alright?" he asked with a half-goofy, half-elated smile.
Hermione snorted and nodded. "'Course I am. Question is, are you? This..." she trailed off, unsure how she was going to phrase it.
"Doesn't change anything," Ron finished for her. "I know. Honestly, I'm glad it was you. I think I felt more comfortable with you than I might have with anyone else."
"Well, now that it's done, you can go out there and find someone you really, really want to do it with," she said with a small smile.
Ron laughed. "Let me recover from this first, yeah?"
They laid there for a few moments longer, before Ron got up and started getting dressed.
"Any idea who's next?" she asked him, worrying at her bottom lip.
Ron shook his head. "I don't think Harry or Sirius had contacted anyone when I arrived. You've got ten left, and a little under five hours to do it. Godric, what happens if you don't make it?"
Hermione swallowed hard and looked away from him for a moment. "It's a Sexus Aut Mortem spell, Ron. You know what will happen if I can't get it done."
"Right, well, I better go downstairs and help Harry roundup a few blokes then, eh?" He grinned, burying his worried brow under his teasing before pressing a kiss to the top of her head and hurrying out of the room.
Hermione laid back, groaning at her predicament. As thankful as she was to Sirius and Ron for stepping up, she was still bloody nervous she wasn't going to get this done in time. She didn't have too long to think about it though, because a moment later there was a sharp knock at her door.
Before answering she assessed herself and her surroundings. She pulled the sheet around her and got comfortable on the bed. But a quick sniff had her grimacing at the smell of sweat and sex and compelled her to snatch her wand off the nightstand to cast an air freshening charm. With a final ridiculous fluff of her hair, Hermione called for whoever was on the other side of the door to come in.
Charlie Weasley popped the door open and grinned at her. Just behind him were George and Percy.
"Will I be getting a visit from all the Weasley's today?" Hermione asked, fighting a grin at the way Charlie was clearly flexing.
"I think it'll just be us, love," Charlie said as he sauntered into the room. He eyed the numbers on top of her head. "And just in time too, we'll get three knocked off in fairly quick succession."
That was when she noticed George and Percy also entered the room. Percy quietly shut the door behind him and leaned against it, crossing his arms over his chest.
"All three of you? At the same time?" Hermione's eyes widened. "I don't think-"
"Sirius filled us in," George replied. "We figured we could have a little fun while still fulfilling the requirements of the curse."
"Fun?" Hermione asked. They knew she was in a poly relationship, so it wasn't like anyone thought she was naive, but she was curious about their definition of fun.
"George, Charlie, strip," Percy said from the door, his voice imperious. He didn't move a muscle, just watched the scene before him.
Hermione's pulse quickened at his words. Was that... was he going to...?
"I said, strip," Percy snapped when neither Charlie nor George made a move.
Charlie let out a chuckle and pulled his t-shirt over his head. That kickstarted George, who yanked at his own clothes and within seconds there were two very naked, very turned on Weasley men in her bedroom. One look at Charlie and George's cocks and Hermione realized that perhaps all of the Weasley men were blessed in that department.
"Are you prepared, Granger? Spell working still?" Percy asked from his post by the door.
Hermione nodded and dropped the sheet. She licked her lips as both George and Charlie approached the bed.
"Charlie, you first," Percy said. Hermione's nipples tightened at the way he was taking control of the situation. Whatever she had been expecting at seeing the three of them standing outside her door, it certainly wasn't Percy being a Dom.
"On your hands and knees, love," Charlie said to Hermione. She obeyed quickly and Charlie helped situate her so he had enough room to kneel behind her on the bed. Gently, he settled his hands on the outside of her thighs, soothing the sudden nerves that had popped up. When her muscles loosened a little, he ran a hand up the inside of her thigh and cupped her mound. She groaned, bucking her hips into his hand.
"Merlin, you're soaked," Charlie muttered, his fingers slipping between her folds to find the nub at the top of her sex.
"George, in front," Percy said. "Hope you don't mind helping him out," he said to Hermione with a little sneer. She licked her bottom lip, flashing him a coquettish look and shook her head. When George kneeled before her, his hand slowly pumping his cock, she smiled up at him.
Then she leaned forward and placed a kiss on the head of his cock, just letting the tip of her tongue dart out and lick along his slit.
"Oh, fuck," George whispered.
"Feed her your cock, George," Percy commanded. "Stay like that. I want her arse in the air."
George was sitting on his feet, forcing Hermione to bend over and push her arse higher in the air just like Percy wanted as she engulfed George's cock in her mouth. George quickly gathered her hair at the back of her head. He wasn't pushing or forcing her movements, just holding it out of the way so that both he and Percy could watch as his cock disappeared into her mouth.
"Now you, Charlie," Percy commanded. Hermione felt his hands leave her cunt and whined in the back of her throat at the loss of contact. But a moment later she heard the tell-tale sound of a condom wrapper being ripped open. Charlie's cock was at her entrance and she bucked back against it, impaling herself.
"Careful, George, no spilling in her mouth," Percy reminded him when George's breathing started getting heavy. Hermione tightened her lips as she pulled off of his cock, happy to give him a break by kissing and licking along its length instead.
Meanwhile, Charlie's rhythm was slow and steady and Hermione found herself bucking back at him, wanting, needing more. As if he heard her thoughts, Charlie's roughened hand crept around her waist, but it was slapped away by Percy who had finally left his spot at the door.
"Granger doesn't come until I say so," Percy instructed. "Understood?" Both Charlie and George nodded above her, but Hermione glared at him. She opened her mouth to argue, but George fed her his cock once more, effectively shutting her up. She moaned around him as payback and Percy smirked down at her. "For the next few minutes, your pleasure is mine."
Her nipples tightened in response to his words, her cunt fluttering around Charlie who groaned and increased his pace. His hands were everywhere except where she needed him most. She grunted and tried shifting back onto him more, but George stopped her with a hand under her jaw.
"Focus on me, not Charlie," he murmured. "Feel how hot and heavy my cock is in your mouth. The way it pulses and quivers when you suck..." he broke off with a low moan as she did just that. "Yes, 'Mione, yes, perfect. Just like that," George groaned, clearly on the edge again. If not for the fact that she needed him to come inside her to satisfy the spell, she would have begun working hard on making him come. The noises he made were enough to drive her mad.
"It's time, Charlie," Percy said.
Charlie increased his pace. Their flesh smacked together as he drove into her, his balls slapping against her. It was almost enough to stimulate her clit, but not quite. She groaned at the sudden onslaught and then Percy reached his hands beneath her. He rolled each of her nipples between his fingers, almost to the point of pain, then he slipped a hand between her legs and found her clit. He gave it a few strokes, watching her face intently as George continued sliding his cock in and out of her mouth. Then he pinched.
Hermione screamed as her orgasm shot through her, entirely unexpected. George pulled out of her mouth as she came, grabbing the bottom of his cock to stave off his orgasm as Charlie drove into her, prolonging her pleasure.
Percy passed George a condom and the moment Charlie was done coming with a shout, he maneuvered Hermione around so that George could plunge into her still fluttering depths.
"Oh, fuck," George grunted, folding himself over her back, almost cocooning her. He slipped a hand around her waist and buried his face into the back of her neck as his hips pounded into her. She hadn't quite finished coming and the rhythm of his cock inside her and Percy's fingers against her clit had her coming again in record time. George grunted against her shoulder as he stilled inside her for a long moment before pulling out.
"Well done, Granger," Percy commended. He gathered her into his arms and she had no idea when he'd found the time to get naked, but he was. Her back was pressed against his chest, with their legs tangled together. Instead of jumping into it like he had ordered his brothers to, his hands roamed her body almost expertly, letting her calm down from her two very recent orgasms.
When the door to the room opened and then shut, she started to look around, but Percy shushed her. "That was just Charlie and George," he murmured against her neck. His breath was hot and already the spell was aiding in getting her ready. She whined and pressed her thighs together, trying to create some friction.
"Are you sore?" Percy asked, his hand slipped between her legs to cup her. "I'm sorry if I was too rough."
"Fuck, no," Hermione grunted, trying to grind against his hand to create the friction she was desperately starting to need again. "No, you weren't too rough at all. I liked it. A lot," she assured him through her panting.
He let his finger dip just between her folds and Hermione jumped at the opportunity for more, throwing her thigh up and over his hip to give him all the access he required. He grunted and began circling her clit with just the barest tip of his finger. She whined, trying again to press against that finger, but his other hand held her hips in place.
"Patience," he murmured against her neck, pressing a soft kiss there. She could feel his cock, already with a condom on—when had he had time to do that, she wondered—pressing between her arse cheeks. Just a few twists of their hips and she'd be impaled upon him. She squirmed, trying to make it happen, but Percy wasn't having any of it.
"Don't worry, you'll get what you need," he told her. "Let me spend a few moments taking care of you first." His voice was dark and husky, a tone she had never heard from him before. It was nothing like the priggish tone he normally had. She sighed, and allowed him to do what he wanted, whining when he wasn't quite moving his fingers fast enough around her clit. Just when she'd relaxed against him, he shifted his hips and his cock was finally pressed at her entrance.
"You're going to like this," he murmured against her shoulder and slowly, oh so slowly, he pushed his cock inside her. She had thought the other Weasley's were big, and maybe it was the position, them lying on their sides, or her over sensitized flesh, but sweet Circe, he felt fucking huge.
She grunted unintelligibly as he finally seated himself entirely within her. "Feels like you're splitting me open," she panted, her breaths coming rapidly.
"And you take it so well," Percy praised her. She sighed, arching her back as he pulled out, just a little, and pushed back in, slowly acclimating her to his size.
His fingers never left her clit, sometimes circling, sometimes rubbing, occasionally, he even tapped it right on top, her hips jerking at the sensation. His other hand curled under her neck and grabbed her breast, pulling and twisting her nipple in time with the fingers at her clit.
It was enough to drive her to total distraction and faster than she could have anticipated she felt the crest of yet another orgasm approaching. Percy's arms banded about her tighter and he began to truly pound into her. It wasn't long before she cried out, her climax crashing over her. Percy grunted, biting her shoulder as his hips stuttered to a stop and his giant cock pulsed inside her.
"Gods," Hermione groaned minutes later when Percy finally pulled himself free. He kissed her shoulder and covered her with the sheet. Then dressed silently and left the room without saying another word. She was sore after her time with the Weasleys and would have loved to take a nap, but she still had seven wizards yet to go.
Ron clapped his hand on Harry's shoulder as his brothers made their way up the stairs. "That's my cue," he said and disappeared into the fireplace. Harry was sure Ron didn't want to think about Hermione with his brothers and couldn't really blame him for leaving. A moment later, the Floo rang once more. This time it was Theo's face staring out at Harry.
"Everything alright?" he asked, taking in Harry's pacing.
"No," Harry snapped. "Hermione's gotten herself in a hell of a predicament."
"What can I do?" Theo asked immediately.
Harry laughed, shaking his head. "I don't think you personally can help, though..." he trailed off, then shook his head. "No, not you, but maybe you can help me help her."
"Of course, whatever you need," Theo said, being the adorable, accommodating man that Harry had fallen in love with.
"In that case, I need to find seven wizards to fuck Hermione in the next four hours or so," Harry said, trying his best to hold back his hysterical laughter at the absurdity of his life.
Theo wasn't quite so practiced and he choked at Harry's statement, soot flying from the fireplace as he tried to regain control of his breathing.
"Fucking hell, do I want to know?" Theo asked once he'd recovered.
"A Sexus Aut Mortem spell gone wrong," Harry said. "Needless to say, it comes with a fertility side effect, so anyone who decides to help out will need to wear a condom. And sign a confidentiality clause that Sirius drew up."
"Right," Theo hummed his agreement and thought for a moment. "Give me a few minutes. I'll just start sending them through to Grimmauld Place, shall I?"
"Merlin, yes, thank you," Harry said gratefully. He sat back on the sofa and sighed heavily. A loud groan pierced the air and he winced as he shot yet another silencing charm at the ceiling.
Theo worked quickly. Within ten minutes the Floo went off again, this time Draco Malfoy and Blaise Zabini stepped out of it.
"Potter," Malfoy said, giving him a nod.
He narrowed his eyes on them. "Theo told you about the confidentiality clause?"
"Of course," Zabini replied haughtily. "We wouldn't do that to Granger anyway."
"Just so we're all clear, a Black drew it up; they aren't sane at the best of times so no funny business," Harry attempted to sound menacing while leading them across the hallway to Sirius's study.
"Watch what you say about my mother's family," Malfoy spat as he and Zabini entered the study alone.
Harry was torn. He wanted to follow them, but at the same time he trusted Sirius to vet them and make sure they were suitable. The decision was taken from him when the Floo rang again. He hurried back to the library to find both Severus Snape and Lucius Malfoy stepping out of the fireplace.
"Uh..." Harry said eloquently.
"Don't worry, Potter. Your friend will be perfectly safe in our hands," Malfoy Senior said with a sneer as both men side-stepped around him. Snape glared at him as he led the blond wizard out of the library and into the study.
Harry decided that Sirius could deal with it all. The last thing he wanted was to listen to insults about himself from anyone in that room.
It wasn't too much longer before there was another knock on Hermione's door. She was dead tired and had been dozing, but woke up long enough to tell whoever it was to come in.
Blaise Zabini and Draco Malfoy opened the door and stepped in.
"We come bearing gifts," Blaise said before she could make a comment. He handed her two potion vials and Draco set a platter of fruit, cheese, and nuts on the bed.
"One's a healing solution and the other is an Invigoration Draught," Draco replied as she took the potion vials from Blaise's hand. She gave them each a sniff, confirming Draco's words and downed them both. As the potions took their effect, she fell onto the plate of fruit and cheese, suddenly ravenous.
Blaise's low laugh startled her. "Sorry," she mumbled, finishing her strawberry.
"Nothing to be sorry for. Black mentioned you had a dozen and six hours, it appears you've been busy," he said with a small smile. "I hate to rush you along..."
Hermione sighed, "Yes, I know." She popped one last piece of cheese in her mouth before Draco took the tray away and Blaise settled into the bed behind her. The sheet was swiftly pulled down and she bit her bottom lip, holding back a grin at the way Draco's eyes widened when they caught sight of her chest.
Blaise's hands were quick to roam over her shoulders, down her arms, across her waist, and everywhere except where she desperately needed to be touched.
The pain and invigoration potions had done their job and Hermione found herself randier than ever. She thrust out her chest, hoping Blaise's fingers would snag on a nipple, but they didn't. Just grazed the underside.
"Fucking hell, Granger," Draco murmured as he crawled across the bed toward her. "You've no idea how many of my teenage fantasies I'm living through right now."
Hermione tossed her head back onto Blaise's shoulder and let out a laugh that quickly turned into a moan when Draco's lips closed over the tip of her breast. She lifted her hand and clutched the back of his head, holding him to her as his tongue circled her nipple over and over again before sucking it into his mouth. Her back arched as he mouthed her and his other hand reached up to tug on the other nipple.
Blaise's hands had drifted lower, smoothing along her thighs, drifting so close to her cunt, but never quite reaching it.
"Stop teasing," she groaned to him when his hands passed just out of reach once more.
"Draco gets to go first," Blaise said. "We flipped for it."
"Of course, you bloody did." She grabbed Draco by the head and yanked him off her breast. "It's time to fuck me now," she told him with a glare.
He grinned at her. "That's not quite part of the fantasy, but I like the directness," he said, pressing a swift kiss to her lips and working on his belt. The moment his cock sprung free and he had rolled on the condom Blaise had handed him, he pulled her on top of him so that she was straddling him. With a slide of her hips, Hermione impaled herself onto his cock and groaned as she slid down his length. He wasn't anything to write home about, but Merlin, anything would have felt good in her cunt at that moment.
She rocked her hips, riding him slowly and he hissed, throwing back his head as his hands gripped her waist tightly. "Now this is a fantasy I've replayed over and over again," he murmured.
"Me riding your cock?" Hermione asked. "My tits bouncing in your face?"
"Fuck yes," he groaned as he lay before her and she leaned over him, placing her hands just above his shoulders so her breasts fell in front of his face.
"That is hot," Blaise said from beside her, almost startling her. She had forgotten he was there with how good it felt to have a cock in her again. Her eyes traced the lines of his body until she found his own hand snaked around his cock in slow motions as he watched her fuck Draco.
"Draco," she whined when he latched onto one of her nipples with his mouth. He sucked it hard and she slammed herself down on top of him. Then he changed the angle, bending his knees and placing his feet flat on the bed as he thrust up into her. His hands were tight on her waist as he fucked her, never releasing her breast from his mouth. It was too much for Hermione, totally overwhelming her and she came hard, losing all sense of rhythm. Draco took over as she fell limp on top of him. Her collapse forced his mouth off her nipple with a pop and within moments he was coming too with a low groan that reverberated around the room.
"That was definitely worth it," Draco hummed into her hair, running his hands up and down her back. She snorted in response and rolled off of him. Her body, as if it sensed another man in the room, was already preparing her for another round, instead of simply letting her be boneless and satiated.
"Tired yet, Granger?" Blaise asked as he ran a hand up her leg.
She sighed and stretched. "Yes and no," she explained, "I'm exhausted, but the spell plus the invigorating potion are helping. Think I'll be sleeping for a week after this though." She snorted at the thought of ever being so lazy.
Blaise hummed. "Shall I make this easy on you?" he asked as he slid a condom down his cock and settled on top of her. She opened her legs, while her hips canted upwards of their own accord.
"Only if that's what you want," Hermione said with a gasp as the tip of his cock nudged her clit.
Slowly, he slid his cock down her center until he was at her entrance. She tilted her hips further, bringing her thighs up to wrap her legs around him and he slid inside. They both moaned as he bottomed out. Then he slid out until just his tip remained nestled within her and moved his whole body up so that his chest was aligned with her shoulders. Blaise rocked forward then, the entire shaft of his cock rubbing against Hermione's clit.
"Oh, fuck," she groaned as he kept a slow and steady pace. She'd never had this done before, with just the tip of him almost penetrating her as he rocked tightly against her, his cock stimulating her clit over and over, even as her walls sought something to clamp onto.
"Blaise," she panted as that coil of tension wound tighter and tighter inside her. She was going to come and they'd only been at this for mere minutes.
"It's alright, come if you're ready," he told her, his pace never faltering, never slowing. She groaned and within a few strokes, was coming. The moment she started shuddering, he moved and slid all the way back inside, plowing in hard as he came then too.
Hermione panted as Blaise's head dropped to her shoulder and he planted tiny kisses there.
"That was seriously intense," she whispered to him, running her hands up his back as his breathing slowed.
"Grazie, bella," he murmured against her neck before rolling off of her entirely.
Malfoy was already dressed and waiting by the door. "Have fun, Granger. Only five more to go," he offered her a smirk as both he and Blaise left the room.
She sighed and added another freshening charm to the room and herself. What she wouldn't give for a bloody shower, but given she still had five men to sleep with in the next few hours, that wasn't likely.
As she waited on the next wizard to grace her with his presence, she wondered how Bast and Finn were doing at their match. She hoped that the game ended quickly so she could at least sleep with one of her boyfriends as part of all of this. She'd feel much less guilty about the whole thing if that were the case.
Sighing, her stomach churned at the reminder of the guilt. She'd largely been shoving it aside as needs must, but thinking about Bast and Finn brought it to the forefront of her mind. Even if they walked through her door right now, she'd still have three other wizards to sleep with. The best case scenario would be for them to show up when she was almost done or done entirely. Though, the guilt of having slept with a dozen men without either of them knowing could be too much for her to endure entirely.
There was a quiet knock on the door and she sighed—flicking her hands under her eyes to dry the tears that had threatened to fall—and bid whoever was out there to come in.
Hermione wasn't quite sure what she was hoping for, but seeing Severus Snape and Lucius Malfoy standing in the doorway to her bedroom was not something she'd even expected.
Yanking the sheet higher, she gulped and stared between the two of them.
"I think she's properly terrified," Lucius murmured to Severus.
"Do you know of a way to break the spell?" she whispered. Surely, the only reason they were here was because they knew of some way the spell could be broken without her having to finish it.
Severus snorted, shaking his head. "Entirely too idealistic even for a Gryffindor, Granger. No, the only way to break this spell is to complete it."
"And we're here to help you finish that," Lucius said with an amused look as he stepped fully into the room. "I understand prophylactics are required?"
"On the nightstand," Hermione said faintly, her eyes wide as the two men entered the room and shut the door behind them. She may have been one of the seventh years who had crushed on Professor Snape, but she had never told anyone. And really, she was sure she had outgrown that phase.
"Are you sure?" she asked as Lucius approached the nightstand and perused the options before him.
"Of course, we are," he answered absentmindedly. "Severus, which of these is the best?"
Severus snorted and approached his friend. "It's not just which is the best, but which has the best fit. We absolutely want to avoid impregnating Granger. So fit will matter."
"And how do you tell that?" Lucius asked, slightly bewildered.
If he was bewildered, Hermione's mind was boggled at this turn of conversation. The thought of sleeping with Draco's dad and her former professor was hard enough to overcome, but then to listen to them discuss the merits of the various condoms that Harry had bought? It made her brain itch.
She shook her head and looked down at her hands in her lap, totally overwhelmed. Not just because of Severus and Lucius, but because of everything that had happened that day. Her breathing increased and it wasn't long before the tears were back and suddenly she was having a minor panic attack.
"Granger," Severus sighed heavily and sat next to her on the bed. Her body slid toward him and she did nothing to stop it as panic swept through her mind, disordering her thoughts, and paralyzing her from making a decision about anything, including even moving.
"Deep breaths now," he murmured as he pulled her into his chest and began rubbing her bare back. At some point the sheet fell entirely and she clung to his robes as her mind had a total freak out. She didn't even notice Lucius leaving the room and coming back moments later with a Calming Draught.
"Here," Severus shoved the vial into her hand and helped her bring her hand up to her mouth so she could drink it.
Moments after the last swallow, her mind began to clear and her breathing slowed as the panic eased out of her limbs. If she had thought she was tired before, that was nothing compared to the fatigue swimming through her body now. She felt completely lethargic and hated the fact that she still had five more men to service.
She grimaced at that thought. Servicing men sounded so... utilitarian, though that's how she was starting to feel.
"I'm sorry to have to do this," Severus said, his voice rumbling lowly through his chest and into the ear she had pressed against it. "But we're getting down to about three hours."
"Right, okay," she said, swallowing back her tears and sitting up. Lucius sucked in a breath at seeing her completely topless and while normally she would have enjoyed such a reaction, she couldn't quite just yet. "I'm sorry—"
"There's nothing to be sorry for, pet," Lucius murmured. He toed off his shoes and socks, losing his outer robes and unbuttoning his shirt as he crawled across the bed toward her. He cupped her face and pressed the sweetest kiss to her forehead, the bridge of her nose, and finally to her lips.
"You're gorgeous," he whispered as his lips continued their path along her jaw and down her neck. Her head lolled backwards to find Severus still behind her. Her head fit perfectly on his shoulder as Lucius made his way down toward her breasts.
"Oh, Circe," she breathed as Lucius swept the tip of one breast into his mouth. Her back arched and she reached forward to clutch his head to her.
Her panic attack started becoming a distant memory as both the spell and Lucius worked to bring her body back to the edge of arousal. Severus wasn't sitting on his hands behind her either. They were as busy as Lucius's mouth, rearranging her body so that her legs were spread and Lucius had a place to settle between them. He pushed the sheet out of the way entirely and trailed his fingertips up her thighs in dizzying patterns, never quite touching her where she needed. What was up with these men and always evading her pulsing need?
Lucius was now alternating between her breasts, making her nipples stand at attention as he laved them with his tongue, sucked them into his mouth, and even pressed his teeth, very gently, against them. It was getting Hermione so excited that the possibility of her climax coming from nipple stimulation alone was very real.
"Lucius," she sobbed, "please!"
"Did you need something, Granger?" Severus hissed into her ear, blowing his hot breath across the sensitive flesh there.
"Fuck, yes. I need to come. Please," she begged as Severus loosened her grip on Lucius and held her hands down at her sides.
"As the lady commands," Lucius murmured against her breast with a small smirk. His light blue eyes flashed at her as Severus pulled her back until she was lying on top of him with Lucius still perched between their spread legs. Severus's cock was nestled between her arse cheeks and he continued to hold her hands down. She was effectively pinned between the two wizards. Lucius's hands drifted to her sex, feeling her wetness pooling there before giving her clit a flick. Hermione groaned and her hips chased after his fingers. He brought one to his lips, tasting her and his other hand landed on his cock, lazily pumping over the tight condom.
"Stop teasing," she begged, lifting her head from Severus's shoulder.
"Not a chance," Lucius murmured as he surged forward and slid his cock between her folds. The head nudged her clit and she tried to wrap a leg around him to hold him there, but Severus was faster and pinned both of her legs under his own, holding her open.
"This isn't fair," Hermione groaned as Lucius bumped her clit with his cock again.
Severus snorted into her neck and placed a soft kiss there. "I promise your pleasure will come."
Hermione knew she was being a brat, but she didn't care. The spell was only making her body more and more aroused, not less. After each short period of satiety, she just wanted to be fucked again harder, longer, in more depth, and it was driving her mad.
Finally—after sliding the head of his cock against her clit at least half a dozen times and ensuring Hermione was a writhing mess against Severus's chest—Lucius entered her in one swift move. That action alone had Hermione clamping down around him and coming hard.
"Salazar," Lucius gasped, trying to hold back as she milked his cock with her inner muscles.
Hermione's long groan tapered off and she panted for a moment while Lucius tried to get control of himself.
"Fuck," he muttered and began pumping hard and fast. Severus grunted beneath her and Hermione arched her back, tilting her hips and trying to draw Lucius deeper inside her. Already she was feeling the tingling of another orgasm approach.
"Please," she muttered and Severus removed his hands from hers to play with her nipples, twisting and pulling on them, giving her just the right sort of attention as she felt her climax barreling toward her once more.
With her head thrown back she let loose a scream and came again. Severus's arms wound around her, holding her still as Lucius buried himself inside her and came with a low shout.
Hermione melted against Severus, panting as her heart slowed and the sweat cooled on her body. "Fucking hell, Lucius," she murmured. He placed a kiss right between her breasts and gave her a slow wink as he pulled his softening cock from her body.
Severus gently rolled her off of him and flicked his eyes above her head. "Four left, Granger."
"Right, shall we get on with it then?" she asked, propping herself up to lean over him.
"As you wish," he commented drily. Hermione reached across him for the condom he had placed on the nightstand and tore open the packaging. As much fun as she had been having being dominated by Lucius, what she really wanted was to ride someone, and Severus looked like he had a perfect cock for riding. She slid the condom down his dick and he hissed as she pumped him a few times. Then, without waiting, she turned to face his feet and settled over his lap, slowly sliding down. The way he filled her was exquisite and she paused for a moment just to enjoy the feeling.
His hands slid from her back to her hips as he helped her move and she leaned forward, grabbing his ankles as she worked for her pleasure. She varied her speed and motions, trying to find what worked best with his cock and her body.
"Granger," he groaned after a while, his hands tightening on her hips as he tried to force her to move faster.
"Are you close?" she asked him, looking over her shoulder. His head was thrown back and his teeth were clenched together.
"Salazar, yes," he hissed. Hermione reached a hand down and began rubbing her clit in time with her thrusts. It didn't take long before she was on the edge as well. She howled then, head thrown back as she came around him. His grip on her hips was bruising as he pumped up into her and then held for a long moment, a low groan escaping his lips before he collapsed back to the bed almost bringing her with him. However, Hermione managed to roll off of him and sighed.
"Thanks for the ride," she murmured and was pleased when he chuckled.
"Three left," Severus said several moments later as he slowly stood from the bed and began getting dressed.
Hermione sighed and laid back in bed, realizing Lucius was nowhere to be found. Apparently he had snuck out while she and Severus were busy. Severus offered her a nod as he left the room.
Harry found himself pacing the library as the time continued to count down. Thank goodness for silencing charms, but even then, he had endured more of Hermione's shouts, pleas, and screams than he had ever wanted to. No, what worried him was the timer Sirius had conjured that was hovering above the fireplace. There was only about an hour left and neither Rowle nor Lestrange had been heard from. He had Floo called the Pride of Portree Head office just to see how the game was progressing and had found out that the game had ended an hour ago.
Had Rowle and Lestrange not gotten the owl? Nobody had heard from them once they'd left the Pride locker room over thirty minutes ago. He hoped they were on their way.
"Ahhh," a shout from above made him wince and he shot yet another silencing charm at the ceiling of the library. Hermione was up with Antonin Dolohov now: lucky wizard number ten. Harry and Sirius were really banking on Rowle and Lestrange to come through, but as time continued to tick down without a word from her partners, the more anxious and worried Harry became.
"Should I go see if I can round someone else up?" Theo asked. "I didn't talk to Flint, Pucey, or Warrington, but I'm sure—"
Harry grimaced. "No, let's give it a few more minutes and hope that they show."
"Any sign?" Sirius asked as he leaned against the door frame, his arms crossed over his chest. Harry just shook his head as he checked the Floo connection once more to make sure it was still active.
"Where the hell could they be?" he growled. He hadn't finished saying the last word before there was a knock echoing up from the front door. Harry hurried after Sirius as they rushed through the corridor and down the stairs.
"About time," he muttered when Sirius opened the door and saw Rowle and Lestrange standing there. They both looked freshly showered, but were scowling.
"If you're going to give her a hard time—" Harry started.
"Save it, Potter," Lestrange sneered down at him. "This is none of your concern."
The two Quidditch players brushed past both him and Sirius as they took the stairs two at a time to the third floor where Hermione's bedroom was located.
"Oh, god," Hermione moaned into the bed. She was on her hands and knees, her forehead pressed into the bed as Antonin Dolohov fucked her from behind. He kept a steady pressure on her clit, never slowing, never speeding up, just keeping her right at the edge of her orgasm, but not quite giving her enough to push her over.
"Are you going to come?" Antonin whispered, slowing his thrusts as his other hand gripped her hip. His finger on her clit never slowed though.
"Yes," she hissed. "Please, please, please let me come."
"Since you begged so prettily," Antonin murmured and he held his finger down over her clit as he began pounding into her once more. The pressure was just what she needed and she howled her completion with Antonin's own just as the door to her room banged open. She couldn't quite see who was there from her position, but as soon as Antonin had pulled out she rolled over and relief swept through her. Thorfinn and Rabastan were standing in the doorway glaring at Antonin.
"Oh, thank Godric," Hermione whimpered, suddenly on the verge of tears as she caught sight of her boyfriends for the first time all day. She hadn't realized quite how raw she was emotionally until that point.
"Little witch," Thorfinn murmured and hurried to her side, gathering her up in his arms.
"Please don't be angry," Hermione whispered against his chest. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean for it to happen."
"Of course you didn't," Thorfinn said, running a soothing hand up and down her back. Rabastan and Antonin were talking in low tones as Antonin dressed in a hurry. She couldn't quite hear what they were saying over Thorfinn's soothing words.
"You're not upset then?" Hermione asked, looking up at him.
His brows were furrowed as he looked down at her and she could see his lips frowning beneath his beard.
"I'm angry that you were put in this situation," he started slowly after a long moment. "I'm upset that neither me nor Bast were here to help you more. I'm livid that while we were off playing Quidditch you were suffering. I'm not angry that you did what you had to do so that some stupid spell wouldn't kill you."
She sighed into his embrace, closing her eyes even as tears leaked out. She'd tried to convince herself all day that she wasn't concerned at their reactions to her predicament, but Merlin it felt good to hear Thorfinn tell her he wasn't mad at her. It also felt good to feel his arms tighten around her, despite her hours-long activities that day. Practical Hermione had taken over so she could do what she had to do, but with them here, now, she found herself unable to hide her emotions any longer.
"And you?" she whispered as the door clicked shut behind Antonin. Rabastan stood there for a long moment, he was glaring at her and Hermione felt herself shrink into Thorfinn's arms.
"My thoughts are the same as Finn's," Rabastan stated coldly before sighing. "I'm upset about this situation and I'm especially angry that Coach McTeague didn't see fit to hand us the message from Potter before the end of the game. Apparently, he doesn't respect our relationship because we aren't married."
"Oh," Hermione replied quietly. She mulled over their words as Bast slowly undressed and settled against the headboard of the bed. Thorfinn handed her over to him, so he too could undress.
Being in Rabastan's arms was a balm to Hermione's soul and she turned her face against his chest so she could inhale his scent. She felt everything melt away for just a moment as she was reminded of what she had been missing all day.
She'd had some amazing sex, there was no denying that, but it was all missing this. It was missing Rabastan's scent, and the way his calloused palms on her skin made her heart speed up. It was missing Finn's grins and how his jokes always served to lighten the mood, despite none of them feeling much like joking.
"I'm sure you're in need of a bath," Thorfinn said once he was as naked as they were.
"Oh, Circe, yes," Hermione sighed dramatically. "Do we have time?"
"We've got almost exactly one hour, and two men," Rabastan said, helping her off of the bed. Thorfinn wrapped his hand around hers and led her to the ensuite bathroom with the enlarged tub. He began running the water as Bast pulled towels from the cabinet. Once the water was ready, Rabastan got into the tub first, followed by Hermione with Thorfinn's help, and then he followed, sitting across from where Rabastan had his arms around Hermione.
Her entire body ached and the warm water soothed her muscles as Bast and Finn took turns bathing her. She was dozing on Rabastan's chest as the three of them just relaxed, enjoying the warmth.
"Princess," Rabastan murmured into her ear as his hands began wandering to places that even without a spell would arouse her. "I hate to rush you, but seeing as we have only thirty minutes or so, we should finish this."
"Yes, please," Hermione whispered against the skin of his chest, placing a kiss there. "Please, please take me to bed. And no bloody condoms."
"Little witch," Thorfinn said with a low growl. "Potter's note was clear, there was a fertility component—"
"I said what I said, Finn," she turned to him and glared. "If your coach won't take us seriously because we aren't married, maybe he will if we have a family."
Rabastan's hands tightened on her waist and Thorfinn surged closer, placing his hands on the outer edges of the tub, trapping her against Rabastan.
"You want to get married?" he asked, his face deadly serious.
She nodded. "It's not the spell. I've been thinking about it for a few months now, and well…" she turned to look at Rabastan, to make sure she was including him in the conversation. "I love you both, you know that. I'm—"
Rabastan swept in and pressed a kiss to her lips to shut her up.
"Merlin, you don't have to justify yourself to us," Thorfinn murmured, pressing kisses down the side of her neck. "We've only been waiting on you to say the word."
"Really?" she asked, pulling away from Rabastan.
"Really," he confirmed with a growl before kissing her again.
A moment later, Thorfinn was hauling her out of the tub while Rabastan whispered drying charms over all three of them.
Getting into bed with her fiancés was like coming home. They were used to the shuffle of limbs and bodies until they were settled in a way that was comfortable for all of them.
Thorfinn was lying flat on his back and Hermione straddled his lap, not bothering with any foreplay, just sinking down on his thick cock.
She sighed as she settled completely on top of him. This was what she had been missing all day. The feeling of Thorfinn's body beneath her. His hands were on her hips and his eyes on hers.
"That's it, little witch, take what you need," he said as he encouraged her rhythm.
Rabastan's hands landed on her shoulders as he moved behind her, his cock settling against her arse and she leaned back into his chest, taking the support he was offering.
She sighed as Rabastan snaked a hand down her body and toward her clit, circling it just the way she liked. It wasn't long until she and Thorfinn were both arching their backs and coming. Hermione didn't want the heady feeling of his cock pulsing inside her, splashing her with his seed to end.
"We've only a few minutes," Rabastan said by way of explanation as he laid her on top of Thorfinn's chest and slid inside the moment Thorfinn's cock was out of the way. He gripped her hips as Finn ran his hands up and down her back and Bast set to work, a finger on her clit as he pounded in and out of her at a quick pace.
"One minute," Thorfinn muttered, sliding his hands between them to tweak her nipples. Hermione relaxed, trying to let the orgasm wash over her when Rabastan yanked on her clit, seeing white as she soared into her climax. She cried out against Thorfinn's chest as Bast roared his completion behind her. Just in time as Thorfinn noted that the timer was counting down from ten.
With a pop the light above her head disappeared entirely and Hermione felt the tendrils of the spell leave her body. She collapsed entirely on Thorfinn and reached a hand out to Rabastan who fell to the bed next to them.
"Did you mean it?" he whispered, looking her in the eyes.
"About getting married?" Hermione asked with a smile. "About starting a family?"
He nodded. She could feel Thorfinn tense beneath her.
"Absolutely," she replied and leaned over to give Bast a kiss. Thorfinn squeezed her tight and she lifted to press a kiss to his mouth too.
"Then let's do it," Rabastan said. "We can do a handfasting immediately with just a couple of witnesses."
"Let's at least wait until morning," Hermione murmured around a yawn. "I'm sure Harry and Sirius will be happy to witness, but I've had a bit of a day."
"Fine," Finn rumbled beneath her, patting her arse as Rabastan pulled the blanket up over the three of them. "But no later."
"No later," Hermione agreed as she drifted off to sleep feeling happy and restful for the first time that day.
~Finn~