A/N: Continued from chapter 2

Hermione smiled as Harry walked towards her, his naked cock already starting to harden. Crawling out of the bed, she took his hand in hers and followed him out of the master bedroom and into the room she normally crashed in across the landing.

"How was it?" he asked as they settled under the covers and faced each other. "I'm bummed I missed it, to be honest. I wonder if it could be the same as when I watched that video Pansy and I made."

"It was amazing, Harry," she gushed. "I can see why you refused to let your wife go once you got together. Holy Merlin."

"She is… well, she's perfection. Even if I'm terrified of her."

"I feel like you have a thing for powerful women, Mr Potter."

"I know I do. I think you started it. After being friends with you for so long, I can't imagine being with a woman who isn't bossy."

"Is it something you'd be willing to try again?" he asked, his face starting to redden. "The Polyjuice?"

"Absolutely," she told him honestly. "But I think I could use some pointers. Want to show me how you do it? It's been a few years since we were together."

She ran her hand down his chest and stomach until her hand settled on his cock. The same cock that she'd had been her legs just hours before. It felt so different to take it in her own hands. It seemed larger than before because her fingers were so much smaller than his. She traced the veins she could feel and smirked as it twitched against her fingers.

His breathing hitched as she palmed his bollocks, rolling them in her hand. No longer willing to wait to have him again, she moved closer to him and flicked her tongue along the seam of his mouth until he opened up to her. His breath ghosted over her face and she nipped at his lips.

"Fuck, Hermione," he said softly. "It's been so long. Too long."

"Have you missed me, Harry?" she teased. Hooking her leg over his hip, she pressed her body against his. Positioning his cock so it would rub against her clit, she moved her hand to grab his arse and began to rub slowly against him. "Missed the way you felt when you buried yourself inside me."

"Yes! Pansy and I have talked about it, but I… oh, fuck, love. Keep moving like that… I didn't think you'd go for it now that we're married."

"I thought you knew me well enough to know that if you would have asked, I would have answered you honestly."

She increased her pace as she bucked her hips against him. His cock was stimulating her clit in the best way possible and she was already close to coming. His hand wrapped around her and gripped her hip, pulling her as close as possible.

"It's a little difficult to ask your best friend if they fancy a fuck with your wife."

"Well, the answer is yes." She moaned as he began to move faster. "I want to taste your wife again. Her cunt… Merlin."

"Come for me, love," he told her forcefully. "I can feel how close you are."

"Yes!"

She let go of her restraint and began to move against his cock in earnest. It was slick with her arousal and she slid up and down, allowing it to stimulate her in the most delicious way. Harry encouraged her, telling her how gorgeous she looked and how much he was looking forward to fucking her again.

She cried out his name as her orgasm rolled over her and he pressed kiss after kiss to her forehead as he told her how wonderful and sexy she was. As her breathing began to even out and her hips stilled her rolled them over so he was between her thighs and looking down at her.

"You ready for me, love?" he asked. He shifted his hips so the head of his cock was notched against her opening.

"Please!" she begged. "I'm so ready."

He slowly sunk into her body and they both sighed as he settled himself completely inside her. It really had been too long since she'd had him. It was like coming home as he filled her. He didn't move, just looked down as her.

"Merlin, you feel as good as I remember."

"Harry, move!"

"Such a greedy girl."

He laughed but started to move his hips in measured thrusts. Letting his body drop-down, he pressed his entire self against her and placed his arms under her shoulders so they were touching as much as possible. His lips found hers again and he began to kiss her slowly, his tongue deep in her mouth. His pace never increased. Instead, he kept it slow and sensual.

Breaking the kiss, he looked into her eyes as he continued to move in and out of her. Hermione's breath caught at the emotion she saw there. They'd fucked more times than she could count, but this felt like making love.

"Harry?" she asked, confused by her response to the idea of something deeper with him. She was scared but wanted it so much. It was the same way she'd felt the night before with Pansy. Like her love for her friends was morphing into something deeper.

"I know," he said, seeming to be on the same wavelength as her. "Later, my love. We'll – fuck you're so tight and perfect – talk about it later."

"Sex now, talk later."

He laughed at her and began to move in and out of her faster, but still kept their bodies locked together. Hermione brought her legs up and wrapped them around her hips, needing to feel even closer to him. It didn't matter that there wasn't a centimetre of space between them, she wanted to close it. Her clit was rubbing against his pubic bone and she needed to come.

"Come for me, love," Harry begged. "I need you to give it to me. Give yourself to me."

"Oh, Merlin," she breathed out.

She loved it when Harry was sexually possessive of her. It spoke to that part of herself that she kept buried deep inside. The part that wanted to let her man love, protect, and worship her. Own her body and pleasure.

The idea of Harry being that man, not just for her, but Pansy as well was a heady thought. Now that she'd had them both – even if she'd never had Pansy in her own body – she wanted more of it. Wanted the Potters to own her, for her to own them in return. Visions of the three of them together were too much for her and her cunt seemed to lock down around Harry as she cried out his name.

"Hermione!" Harry called out and she felt him start to come inside her.

His body went limp on top of her and the breath left her body as she crushed her. Laughing and telling him she couldn't breathe, she used her legs to roll them to the side.

"Fuck, you two are sexy together," Pansy said from the doorway. Hermione turned her head to see her friend standing there with a smile on her face. "I need to brew a potion because someone fucked me a little hard last night, but after that, we're spending the rest of the weekend in bed."

"You're sure?" Hermione asked, looking between her two friends. "I don't want to ruin—"

"Trust me, Granger, this will only make our relationship better."

"I agree," Harry added.

"Plus, I can't wait to see the look on our friends' faces when they find out we're finally together. Ginny's had a bet going with her brothers for months."

"Are you in on that bet, Pans?" Hermione asked, already knowing the answer.

"Of course. Ten Galleons that we'd be together by Christmas. I plan on buying you a lot of lacy things with my winnings, Granger."

A/N:

"I want Harry Potter's cock for Cockmas. Only Harry Potter's cock will do"

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