A/N: The fun NSFW begins!

27 July 1997

Hermione thanked Kingsley as he hoisted her onto the back of the thestral. She tried to take her mind off the fact that she was in Harry's body when she squealed in pain as she accidentally sat on his left testicle and had to reach down to adjust herself. As Kingsley situated himself behind her, he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her close to his chest.

"No falling off, Hermione," Kingsley whispered in her ear. He reached forward and handed Hermione some of thestral's mane. "Grip her hair tightly, and don't let go."

A shiver ran through her body as his lips touched her ear, but instead of the wave of heat and wetness she had experienced last time she had been in close contact with Kingsley, she felt a rush of blood and a stiffening in her jeans. Merlin, that's Harry's erection between my legs. It's not small either. Good on you, Harry. Nope, that's just wrong. As soon as she thought about it, her borrowed penis deflated.

Hermione felt her stomach drop as they rocketed into the air. She shut her eyes tight before forcing them open. Lucius had told them Death Eaters would be waiting and she needed to be ready. Suddenly they were surrounded by people in black robes and spells started flying. She could hear Kingsley yelling spell after spell and copied his movements, aiming for anyone that didn't look like Harry. A flash of red shot past her from behind and she pressed her body closer to Kingsley.

"Fuck!" Kingsley yelled. "They have us surrounded. Do you trust me?"

"Yes," she hollered.

"Let go of the mane."

Without hesitation, Hermione let go of the thestral's hair. She was casting spells nonstop and yelped as Kingsley grabbed her around the hips and turned her so she was straddling his thighs.

"I need you to protect our backs, Hermione."

A streak of red came speeding at them and she blocked it with a shield charm just in time. Kingsley was right, they needed to be facing in opposite directions if they didn't want to get killed. Hermione was blocking as many spells as she was firing as they sped through the sky. At one point she saw a masked Lucius on a broomstick, blonde hair streaming behind him. He was sending stunners at them, but they felt weak against her shields. Hoping she wouldn't hurt him too bad, she set a stream of her blue flames at the tail of his broom. As it caught fire, she watched as he pretended to lose control of the broom and started to fly towards the ground. She sent a silent prayer that he would be safe and not punished for his failure to kill them.

Spells continued to fly at them, until one by one, she and Kingsley had managed to knock each of them off their brooms. The thestral continued to fly towards central London at top speed. The adrenaline from the battle started to leave Hermione and she buried her face into Kingsley's chest. As they started their descent, she could feel the polyjuice potion start to wear off as she returned to her normal self.

"We'll be at my house in a few minutes," Kingsley said, wrapping his arm tighter around her. "Then we have about an hour until the portkey takes us to the Burrow."

They landed with a soft thud inside his wards and Hermione clung to him, wrapping her legs around his waist as he dismounted. He rubbed her back as he started to walk. Keeping her face buried in his chest, she didn't realise they had entered his house until he sat on the edge of the sofa.

"Are you alright, Hermione?" Kingsley asked.

Nodding, she moved her head from his chest to look into his face. He was trembling slightly, and his eyes were cold, as if the fight was still in him. Without thinking, Hermione sat up straighter and pressed her lips against his. They were dry and slightly chapped from the wind of their flight, but she didn't care. The hands around her waist tightened and she opened her mouth as Kingsley's tongue forced his way in.

Hermione wasn't sure how long they sat there snogging on the sofa, but as she slipped off her jacket and started to remove her shirt, Kingsley's hands stopped her. Pulling back from her, he pressed his forehead against hers, their rapid breaths mingling between them.

"We have to stop, Hermione," Kingsley said, his voice rough.

"I don't want to," Hermione told him, rolling her hips against his to prove her point.

"Fuck you feel good. But our portkey leaves in…" he stopped to check his watch, "forty-five minutes."

"Then we don't need to stop for forty minutes."

Kingsley stared into her eyes. "I'm too old-,"

"Don't give me that age bullshit, Kingsley," Hermione cut him off. "I decide who's too old and who isn't. I want you."

"You won't regret it tomorrow?"

"Nop-"

Kingsley cut off her words as his lips pressed hard against hers. He stood, lifting her with him and placing her on her feet before stepping back. She was confused for a moment until he started pulling his clothes off at top speed. Hermione wasted no time and stripped. They stood staring at each other's naked bodies. Hermione's knees went weak as she took in his broad shoulders, defined stomach, strong thighs, and the thick cock standing proud between his hips.

"You still want to?" Kingsley asked as he pulled her back into his arms.

"As long as you think that will fit," she teased him.

"Oh it'll fit, love. Lay on the sofa"

Following his orders, Hermione laid down on the sofa and spread her legs for him when he tapped the inside of her ankle. Moving between her thighs, Kingsley reached down and rubbed his fingers against her pussy.

"Someone's wet for me," he said in a husky voice.

"Isn't the first time," Hermione teased. "I get wet everytime I see you."

"Is that right?" He paused as he removed his fingers and started to rub the head of his cock between her sodden folds. "Been thinking about what it would be like to have me between your thighs?"

"Yes," she moaned.

"How long?"

"What?"

"How long have you wanted me?"

"I'll tell you after you put that in me," Hermione growled out, nodding to his dick.

"I like a bossy witch." Kingsley leaned down to kiss and pressed his cock inside her. "Merlin, witch! You have the tightest pussy I've ever felt."

"Yeah well, first time is bound to be tight. Wait, don't move. I need to get used to you."

Hermione wrapped her legs around his waist and pushed her heels into his back so he couldn't pull back from her. Kingsley pressed his forehead against hers and she could feel him trying to control himself.

"Please tell me you're lying and this isn't really your first time," Kingsley begged.

"Does it matter?" Hermione asked.

"Shouldn't it?"

"Not to me. It had to happen sometime."

Hermione didn't see what the big deal about losing your virginity was all about. You had to have sex for the first time at some point in your life. Did it really matter who that was with? As long as both people consented, that was all that mattered to her.

"I thought girls had to be in love or something," he gritted between clenched teeth.

"Maybe some girls do? I don't know. But I do know that if you don't start moving, I'm going to explode."

"Thank Merlin," Kingsley huffed out as he started to move inside her.

His cock felt amazing as it rubbed against her inner walls. Hermione had a vibrator she used, but it didn't feel anywhere near as good as this. The weight of him on top of her was almost as stimulating as the feel of him inside. Every time he pushed in he rubbed against her G-spot and her toes curled.

"How long?" Kingsley asked.

"What?" Hermione couldn't figure out what he was talking about. Or why he wanted to talk when he could be fucking her harder. "Harder, Kings. I'm not gonna break."

"How… long… have… you… wanted… me?" He paused between each word to thrust hard inside her.

"Since we came here that first day," Hermione admitted.

"Fuck, Princess. Me too. You felt good in my arms that day."

"I'm so close, Kings." Hermione tried to slip her hand between them to rub her clit.

"Let me."

Kingsley lifted his body slightly off of her and moved his hand between them and his calloused thumb started to rub circles around her swollen clit. Hermione gasped at the feeling and arched her back, pressing herself harder against him. Moving one arm, she pulled his face to hers and pressed her tongue against his lips, begging for entrance. Her lower belly was growing tighter as she felt her orgasm approaching.

"I'm so close," she breathed into his mouth.

"Me too," Kingsley said. "Please tell me you're on the potion."

"I am."

"Thank the gods, cause I don't want to pull out of you."

Hermione tried to tell him that she didn't want him to pull out either, but the words wouldn't come. As the pressure between her thighs grew, her ability to speak left. All she could do was try to keep breathing as she felt like she was going to explode.

"Come for me, Princess," Kingsley whispered in her ear.

Within seconds, the tightness in her pussy seemed to double and she felt her insides contract as her vision went white and her orgasm tore through her. She could feel Kingsely's cock twitch inside her and felt his come fill her, but she couldn't hear the words he was saying. A deep buzzing filled her ears as her pussy continued to contract.

"Yes, milk my come out of me. Gods you feel fantastic, Princess." Kingsley's filthy words filtered through her haze. He was still moving inside her, shallow pumps that sent tingles up her spine.

"That was amazing, Kings."

"Glad you enjoyed yourself," he said, leaning down to kiss her forehead as his hip stilled.

"Best sex of my life," she quipped and joined Kingsley in his laughter at her cheek.

Kingsley's watch began to beep by her ear and she looked at him.

"Portkey leaves in ten minutes. We better get dressed."

Kingsley removed himself from her and Hermione felt a moment of emptiness. It passed quickly as she went to stand up and Kingsley placed his wand near the apex of her thighs. She raised her eyebrow in question as she felt Kingsley's cleaning charm wash over her twice. He waved his wand over himself a few times as well before answering her.

"I figured you didn't want Bill and Remus to smell my come on you tonight."

"Thank you, Kings." She leaned up to kiss him. "I'm not ashamed, but tonight probably isn't the night."

4 Aug 1997

Hermione was down in the kitchen of Grimmauld Place making a pot of chamomile tea a few days after they went into hiding when the Galleon in her pocket started to heat up. Making sure she was alone, she pulled it out of her pocket.

2300, Grosvenor House Rm 808- LM

Hermione glanced at her watch. It was already after ten so she had less than an hour to leave and the boys were still awake. After their first meeting with Lucius, she and Kingsley decided that all meetings with him should be done in secret. It wouldn't do for word to get out that Lucius was helping the Order. Deciding that it was better to ask forgiveness, Hermione summoned a large vial of Dreamless Sleep and poured it into the teapot.

Levitating the teapot behind her she stopped in the drawing room where Harry and Ron were playing wizard's chess. They had all been so scared lately it didn't take much convincing on her part to have the boys head up to their bedroom. She told them that she was tired but didn't want to be alone. Each of them sitting on their own bed she pretended to drink her tea and waited for them to fall asleep.

Making sure to stand right on the doorstep she cast a Disillusionment charm on herself before she Disapparated to an alley near the hotel. Avoiding people, she made her way into the lobby, up the lift, and down the hallway without detection. Lifting her charm, she knocked on the door.

Lucius opened the door at her quiet knock and led her into the opulent hotel room. The gauzy curtains were mostly closed but she could see a peek of Hyde Park between them. Lucius looked like he'd been through hell since the last time she saw him without his mask. Had it really been less than three weeks? Kingsley had met with him a few days ago which is how he knew that the Ministry had fallen to Voldemort.

"Lucius," she cried softly. "What happened to you? Where's Kingsley?"

"I sent the message to both of you so he should be here soon." Lucius paused. "It's been a rough few days since Voldemort tried to capture Harry."

"Sorry I caught your broom on fire. Did you land okay? Whose wand were you using?"

"The Dark Lord allowed me to use Narcissa's wand. I made it down safely and without retribution."

"So why do you look like you've been tortured?"

"When the Dark Lord tried to use my wand against Potter it wouldn't work right and Potter's wand destroyed mine. He took out his anger on me."

"What did he do to you?"

"Two rounds of the Cruciatus curse as we waited for our special guest to arrive," Lucius sneered.

"Special guest?" Hermione asked.

"Yes, a member of the Magical Marriages Department."

"But you're already married?" Hermione's statement came out as more of a question.

"Not anymore. As punishment for having a faulty wand, the Dark Lord was kind enough to grant Narcissa a divorce from a 'wandless, neutered wizard' before marrying her himself."

"Lucius, I'm so sorry. You must be devastated."

"I'm more upset for Narcissa," Lucius confessed. "It's been many years since we were in love, but no one deserves… that."

"By that you mean marrying him, or…" she let her question trail off.

"He forced her to consummate the marriage. While I watched. He threw me a Crucio as he climaxed for good measure."

"Poor Narcissa. Poor you!"

Hermione didn't stop to think about her actions. She threw herself at Lucius and hugged him, the same she would if it had been Harry or Ron. Lucius stiffened at her embrace but as she went to pull away he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her in tighter. When they separated, Hermione couldn't understand why Lucius was touching her face until he wiped the tears from under her eyes. She hadn't realised she had started crying. Lucius cupped her face gently before moving in and kissing her cheek.

"Thank you for caring about me," Lucius whispered.

"We're friends now, Lucius," Hermione told him sternly. "I'll always care about my friends."

Hermione moved her mouth to touch her lips to his cheek when he turned his face and captured her lips with his. They were so soft that she didn't think to pull back, instead she pushed her lips harder against his. Lucius let out a throaty groan and moved his hands to wrap around her lower back, holding her tight against him. Hermione brought her hands up to wrap in his silky platinum hair and grasped it tightly.

"I want you, witch," Lucius growled at her.

A throat clearing from across the room broke them apart and Hermione turned to see Kingsley standing by the door. She expected him to be upset; while they never said they were exclusive, they had slept together a week ago.

"Don't let me stop you," Kingsley said with a smile. "Just reminding you that I'm here and maybe next time you should ward your door, Lucius."

"Umm…" Hermione trailed off, not really sure how to continue.

"Lucius," Kingsley said, walking over towards them and stopped behind her so he was facing Lucius and out his hands on her hips. "Did Hermione mention that we slept together?"

"She did not." Lucius looked down at her and smirked. "And did you enjoy yourself, Hermione?"

"Uhh… Yes?"

"Are you asking me or telling me?" Lucius asked before looking at Kingsley. "If she isn't sure, maybe you aren't that good."

"It was good!" Hermione said quickly. "I just think this is a little awkward."

"It doesn't have to be, Princess," Kingsley said before moving down to kiss her neck. "I'm not a jealous man. If you want to sleep with Lucius, I'm happy to share."

"Share?" Hermione gulped. "Like at the same time?"

"I wouldn't say no to that," Lucius said, making his way to kiss the other side of her neck. "But I bet Kingsley wouldn't mind watching us together. And I have to admit… The idea turns me on."

Hermione could certainly tell it turned both of them on. Kingsley's erection was jammed against her arse and Lucius' was pressed against her stomach. In her fantasies, Hermione had imagined what it would be like to be sandwiched between two men, but she never considered what it would be like to have someone like Kingsley watch her. The thought of it sent a wave of arousal down her spine and right to her pussy.

"I would love to watch you," Kingsley agreed. "I was there for your first time, might as well let me be here for your second time."

"Kingsley was your first?" Lucius asked.

"Yes, just last week. Does that bother you?"

"Angel, the only thing that bothers me is that I didn't get to watch. I bet you looked spectacular under him. Or did you ride him?"

"She was under me, and was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen," Kingsley answered for her.

Hermione was almost positive her insides had turned to mush and were slowly leaking out of her vagina because she didn't think she could stand on her own and her knickers were ruined.

"Do you want me, Angel?" Lucius purred into her ear.

"Yes." Hermione was shocked at how husky her voice sounded.

"And do you want Kingsley to watch as I take you?"

"Yes, please."

"Then let's get you out of these clothes and onto my cock."

Hermione had a hard time keeping track of who was touching her as the men took turns removing her clothes and kissing her. She moaned as Kingsley's hot mouth pressed against her and a hand slid her knickers down.

"I'm going to love watching him fill you up, Princess," Kingsley said to her. "I silenced the room so I want you to be loud. Make it good for me as I watch and rub my cock."

"Can I watch you, too?" Hermione asked.

"You can watch me stroke myself, but if you were asking if you could watch Lucius and I fuck, the answer is no. I don't swing that way and I don't think Lucius does either."

"The only time I want to feel another man's cock is when it's rubbing against mine when we're both buried in a sexy witch," Lucius said.

Hermione was pretty sure the idea of being between these two men was the hottest thing that existed in the world. She could just imagine herself on top of Kingsley as Lucius filled her from behind. They weren't offering it tonight, but Hermione knew she wouldn't turn it down if they ever did.

Kingsley pulled away from Hermione and made his way over to a chair in the corner that faced the bed. He removed his clothes and took his thick cock into his hand. Hermione was tempted to take it in her mouth, but resisted. Instead she turned to focus on Lucius.

"On the bed, Angel," Lucius told her. "And spread those thighs wide. You have something deliectible that I am dying to sample."

Hermione made her way to the middle of the large bed and laid down as he requested. It took all her strength to open her thighs. The idea of being so exposed to the two of them simultaneously turned her on and scared the hell out of her.

"Fuck, that's a pretty pussy," Lucius said, his eyes trained between her thighs as he made his way up the bed.

He stopped as his face was even with her cunt and bent down to swipe his tongue across her clit. Hermione's back arched and she pushed her hips into his face, silently begging him for more.

"You taste delicious, Angel. Did you let Kingsley taste you?"

"No, we were in a hurry," Hermione answered.

"You deprived him. I want you to dip your fingers in your pretty little cunt and let him lick them clean. Can you do that for me?"

Hermione didn't answer. Instead she beckoned Kingsley to her with one hand while the other went between her legs. She slid two fingers into herself as deep as she could before pulling them out. Kingsley moved to lay next to her on his side and opened his mouth as she brought her offering to him.

Lucius' mouth returned to lick her pussy as soon as Kingsley sucked her fingers into her mouth and Hermione bucked her hips in response to the double stimuli. Lucius placed one of his hands across her hips to hold her still as he continued to lick her. He pushed two fingers into her pussy and started to stroke her G-spot as Kingsley licked her fingers clean. He pulled her hand from his mouth before moving to kiss her neck and whisper in her ear.

"You look perfect with a man between your thighs, Hermione. How does it feel?"

"It feels amazing."

"Do you think you'll want Lucius to do it again? Would you let me lick you, Princess."

"Yes!" Hermione yelled, her control slipping as her orgasm grew closer. "I want you both to."

"Scream his name as he makes you come. He needs to know who's making you feel good."

"Fuck! Lucius, I'm so close."

Hermione moved her hand that was gripping the sheets to play with her nipple, but Kingsley batted her hand away. Still stroking his cock, he rolled closer to her and took her nipple in his mouth, biting down gently. The orgasm that had been so close rolled over her like a tidal wave and she yelled Lucius' name as she gave in to the sensation.

She hadn't realised she had closed her eyes until she felt Kingsley release her breast. When she opened her eyes, Lucius was over her, his cock lined up at her entrance. At her nod, he slid inside and they both groaned at the feeling.

"Angel, you feel so good wrapped around my cock," Lucius moaned as he started trusting in and out of her.

Hermione planted her feet on the bed and started pushing up to meet his downward thrusts. She didn't know where to look; at Lucius moving in and out of her, or at Kingsley's hand pumping up and down on his cock. She was so close to coming but couldn't seem to fall over the edge. It wasn't until Kingsley reached over with his free hand and started to rub her clit that she started to lose control.

Lucius leaned closer to her and licked her ear before biting it gently. A renewed rush of arousal flowed through her and she could hear how wet she was.

"Next time I have you, Angel, you'll be between Kings and I," Lucius said, loud enough for Kingsley to hear. "I'm going to fill that sweet arse of yours while he pounds your cunt. Is that what you want?"

"Yes!" Hermione yelled.

"Tell me again. Is that what you want?"

"Yes, Lucius. Please!"

"Tell me what you want Angel," Lucius commanded.

"I want you and Kings to fuck me. I want to be between you as you both take me at the same time!"

Kingsley roared as he came, his dick pointed towards her so her tits and stomach were covered in his come. Hermione couldn't hold on anymore. Her world crashed down around her. The only thing she could feel was how her pussy gripped Lucius so hard that he fell off the cliff with her and yelled her name as he came inside her.

"Will you be missed, Angel?" Lucius asked as he rolled to her side, his breath ragged.

She felt a cleaning charm wash over her, but couldn't tell which of two men had cast it. Kingsley nudged her so she rolled on her side, facing Lucius, but her head rested on Kingsley's outstretched arm as he wrapped one around her waist.

"Not for a few hours."

"Let us hold you for a bit? Then I'll share my news."

When Hermione awoke a two hours later, she had moved so her head was on Lucius' chest and had one leg draped over his. Kingsley was still behind her, an arm wrapped around her waist. The rumble of their voices vibrated through her.

"How is Draco holding up?" Kingsley asked.

"Not well," Lucius admitted and Hermione's heart clenched for her schoolmate. "He wants to defect, but is afraid what will happen to Naricssa if he betrays the Dark Lord. He spends most of his time with Theodore Nott. Nott Sr is a Death Eater, but Theo does not believe in the cause. His father will force him to take the mark next week though."

"Poor Theo," Hermione whispered.

Theo Nott was a quiet Slytherin in her year. He was one of the smartest people Hermione had ever met. Last year they had been paired up in Arithmancy together and it was the first time Hermione felt like she wasn't the only one doing work for the project. One day after Draco had called her a Mudblood, Theo had apologised for his friend and let her know he didn't feel that way.

"Sorry we woke you, Princess," Kingsley said.

"It's okay. I'm sorry Draco has to go through all that. I wish there was something we could do."

"I wish there was too," Lucius told her. "But we'll make it through. And as long as Draco isn't asked to do anything illegal, he should come out okay."

"What about him letting Death Eaters into the castle?" Hermione asked. Lucius started to speak but Hermione cut him off first. "I'm not saying he deserves to be punished for it. I know he only did it to protect his mum. I was just curious."

"He was pardoned for his crimes. As was I. The Dark Lord had the new Minister issue pardons for all members of the inner circle."

"I saw that announcement before I left work," Kingsley said. "If you can stay out of trouble, that will help your case when all this is over."

"What news do you have for us?" Hermione asked. The clock on the nightstand said it was half two and she would need to leave soon.

"There will be an announcement tomorrow, but the Ministry has started a Muggle-born Registration Commission," Lucius told them. "They will claim the Department of Mysteries has found out that magic is hereditary so Mugglborns stole their magic. They are going to make them prove they had magical ancestry or they will be sent to Azkaban."

"And just how did we steal magic?" Hermione asked.

"That is 'classified'. And a load of rubbish." Lucius leaned down to look at her. "You have to be careful, Angel. I know you are hiding, but please make sure you don't hide in the magical world."

"What will happen if they catch me?" Hermione hated how small and scared her voice sounded, but the truth was: she was terrified.

"If Death Eaters capture you, you'll be tortured until you tell them what they want or until your mind breaks," Lucius told her honestly. "They won't kill you because you know too much about Potter and it's better for them to have you alive so he'll try to rescue you. If it's the Ministry, you'll be sent to Azkaban or the Dementors will kiss you"

"I know you're prepared, Princess," Kingsley said, "But make sure you have everything you need on you at all times if you three need to leave the safehouse for any reason."

"Kingsley, you'll need to let people in the Order know. The announcement will come out tomorrow. I know Bellatrix is going to go hunting for Ted Tonks. And they mentioned a Muggleborn boy that was Potter's dormmate. Tomas or something."

"Dean Thomas," Hermione said.

"I'll let everyone know right away. I should be going." Kingsley stood up and started to dress. "Hermione, I can make sure you get back safely."

"Before you go," Lucius said, then pulled her on top of him. He kissed her deeply, leaving her breathless. "Thank you for tonight, Angel."

"Be safe, Lucius."

Kingsley had his arms wrapped tight around Hermione as they landed on the top step of Grimmauld Place. Hermione knew he needed to leave, but wished he didn't have to. She wanted to keep him, and Lucius, with her to make sure she knew they were safe.

"I don't want to leave you, Princess."

"I feel the same way, but we have things to do."

"Keep yourself and the boys safe," Kingsley pleaded. "Lucius and I worry about you, so please check in via the coin every few days. Just so we know you're okay."

"Will you do the same?" Hermione asked.

"I will."

Hermione removed herself from his embrace and turned towards the door.

"Hermione," Kingsley called. She turned to look at him and he pulled her towards him, pressing his lips against hers. Pulling back, he placed a kiss on her forehead. "You were spectacular tonight."