"Did we just escape that party?" Draco quipped, amused. He would have never dared to leave a ball without the proper ceremony.
Astoria waved a dismissive hand:
"No one there is worth the extra time. And all of us should keep an aura of mystery."
Harry laughed and kissed her hand.
"No complaints from my part. Draco?"
The blonde watched that kiss, heart hammering in his chest.
"There's nowhere I would rather be."
"Good," Astoria said, kissing Draco's lips softly. "Fix us some drinks?" She laced her arm with Harry and walked to sit with him on the couch. Draco poured three tumblers of firewhisky and sat on her other side. They clink glasses. After a sip, Astoria felt like she wanted to have some more fun. "How about a game? Let's play never have I ever."
Harry laughed while Draco felt his heartbeat pound even harder.
"Sure. Who wants to start?" the raven-haired wizard asked.
Astoria looked at her husband, who seemed like the kneazel got his tongue. She poked his nose playfully and said:
"Never have I ever attended Hogwarts."
"You just want to get us all wasted," the blond answered, all of them sipping their drinks—Harry up the ante.
"Never have I ever had sex on Hogwarts grounds."
Both him and Draco sipped. Astoria huffed. "Show-offs." Then she smiled maliciously.
"Never have I ever kissed a witch." They all sipped. Harry and Draco looked at her and exclaimed at the same time.
"Who?"
She giggled. "Luna Lovegood, fourth year. She had kissed another girl from my year, so one day after divination class, I stayed behind. I think she is a legilimens because she simply pulled me by the hand to one of those puffy cushions, and that was the day I learned how to kiss."
Both Harry and Draco had to move in their seat, their pants suddenly feeling quite tight. Harry cleared his throat and decided to pay her in kind.
"Never have I ever kissed a wizard."
They all sipped. Astoria smiled and looked at Draco.
"It was Zabini, wasn't it?"
He chuckled. "Yup. Blaise was… open-minded."
"I'm open-minded," she retorted. "Blaise is a slut. He slept with half of Slytherin house. Even I made out with him."
"Seriously?"
"Just once," she shrugged. How about you, Harry, who was it?"
Harry blushed slightly.
"Charlie Weasley. Twice. After breaking up with Ginny, of course."
"Hotness!" Astoria said, looking him up and down with obvious lust. Draco cleared his throat, a mix of jealousy and arousal filling his veins. Of whom was he jealous, he couldn't tell.
"I'm still here, you know?"
"Oh, sorry, dear. Let's keep playing." She looked at her husband in the eye: "never have I ever wanted to kiss Harry Potter."
Harry's eyes opened wide. He looked at the couple, who were staring each other down. Then quietly, they both sipped. Still holding each other's gaze, they put away their tumblers. Astoria looked between the two wizards. Harry's green eyes darkened, full of lust. "You two first," she challenged.
Harry leaned forward and cupped Draco's face with both hands. His lips pressed softly over the other wizard, waiting for his response. The blonde cupped his face back and deepened the kiss. Astoria breathed hard, caressing both their necks and undoing their ties and buttons. They both pulled back to get rid of their shirts. The beautiful witch pulled her dress up to her hips and turned to straddle Harry. They kissed wildly. Draco undid the ties on her back, kissing her bare skin, sliding the silky gown off her shoulders. Her perky breasts bounced free. Draco moved Harry's face down to them, claiming her mouth to himself. Astoria moaned, her favorite fantasy turning into reality. Draco undressed entirely and pulled her to sit on his lap. Harry followed his example, then turned to help Astoria get rid of her clothes. She wiggled herself out, still kissing her husband. Harry dived in, kissing her wet slit. The sound that came from her throat was feral. Draco leaned her across his lap, running his hands from her throat to her breasts, pinching, rubbing, sometimes slapping. She held his manhood between her arm and ribs, using her other hand to rub the tip. Harry kept eating her out until she screamed her ecstasy.
She sat up, cuddled between the two of them, kissing all around.
"Ride him," Draco commanded.
Astoria straddled Harry and impaled herself on him. They both moaned loudly. She turned to look at her husband, disheveled and lustful.
"And what about you, darling?"
Draco kneeled behind her, pushing her softly to lean over Harry's chest.
"I want my share. I want what we have talked about but never done."
"Oh." Her breathing became even more ragged. She rested her head on Harry's shoulder and wiggled her hips provocatively. The two wizards grunted. Draco took his time caressing and preparing her before slowly making his way inside the tight channel.
"Fuuuuck!" she almost howled.
"Such a dirty mouth on such a sweet girl," her husband teased.
After giving her time to adjust to feeling completely full, they all found a nice rocking rhythm that took them to a joint Nirvana. When she clenched tight, they all fell together over the edge of rapture.
Astoria collapsed on top of Harry. Draco wedged himself between the other wizard and the back of the couch. His body felt sated and his heart full. This was what having it all meant. He didn't think he deserved it, but sure as hell, he would fight to keep it.