Jealousy

(AN: Here it is, the next installment of Lust in a Storm. In this one, we see Harry and Draco fighting the green-eyed monster. I don't own Harry Potter. All recognized Harry Potter Characters are the property of one J.K. Rowling. I'm just a little kid playing in her sandbox. I've gone back and edited a few of the chapters as I have found mistakes. Hopefully I caught them all. And as always, please read, review and enjoy this smutty, delicious one shot!)

Harry and Draco scowled as Anthony Goldstein touched Hermione's arm with his fingertips once again. Hermione threw back her head and laughed at something Anthony said and the arrogant wanker smiled flirtatiously at her. He leaned in to whisper something in Hermione's ear and Draco almost jumped up to go after the oaf, but Harry's hand on his arm stopped him.

"You go over there and embarrass her, she will never let either of us into her knickers again." Harry hissed.

"He is one whisper away from getting her to drop her knickers Harry. Goldstein is the hottest guy in school behind both me and you, and he has almost as many notches in his bedpost as we do. He can have any girl that he wants." Draco hissed back.

"Or you can trust that your girlfriend isn't a desperate slut who will spread her legs for any man trying to get between them. Yes, I have had my fair share of lovers, but that doesn't mean I am desperate to have any more men in my bed. I have the two of you, and that is more than enough for me." Hermione said.

She crossed her arms over her chest and glared at them. This jealousy thing was becoming a problem. Last week, Harry had punched a sixth-year boy who had looked at Hermione for too long with too much interest and when Hermione had bent over the boy had deliberately looked up her skirt and then tried to cop a feel. Harry had seen red and clocked the boy across the jaw, snapping it when flesh met flesh. He had gotten detention for a month, and was put on probation, as that was not how a Head Boy was supposed to act. Hermione had also given him an earful about how there was nothing to be jealous about and that she could take care of herself when it came to horny males and their need to touch supple female flesh. Then she had told them that if she went after all the girls that made cow eyes at the two of them and propositioned them in front of her, then there would be a pile of bodies in the dungeons that Hermione would have to hide.

She had told the two boys that jealousy was unattractive in a partner, and that she didn't want to date two jealous oafs who couldn't get over their insecurities enough to realize she would never cheat on them. They had apologized and had tried to reign in their jealous tendencies. Hermione warding her room so they couldn't enter, while leaving her door wide open and then masturbating, loudly, and quite nakedly, it had started to seep into their brains. But they still had difficulties. They had a hot girlfriend that every guy wanted a piece of, it was hard to keep their jealousies from getting the best of them.

"Sorry lovey. We are trying." Draco said.

"I know, and I am proud of your efforts. And if you come upstairs to the dorm tonight, I have a surprise for the both of you." Hermione said.

She sauntered off, leaving her two lovers to wonder what she had in store for them that night.

Later that night, as asked by Hermione, Harry and Draco were up in the common room, waiting for their female lover. The common room had been transformed into a romantic lover's nest, the furniture gone and a large mattress on the floor in front of the fireplace, and that was covered in green silk sheets, and the mattress was surrounded by pillows. There was a bottle of elf made wine and a bowl of whipped cream and one of strawberries. A hundred lit candle floated above their heads, casting a warm, flickering glow around the room. The boys were stripped down to their boxers. They heard a throat clear and they looked up to find their lover standing at the foot of the stairs in a silver baby doll night with a split top that showed off her flat, toned stomach, and gave a little peek at her matching silver lace knickers. The top part of the nightie barely held up her breasts. Her hair was left down and it flowed in wild, thick curls down her back.

Both men were instantly erect. Hermione made her way over to the two young men and lowered herself down onto the nest of pillows beside them.

"So, what is this surprise you have for us lovey?" Draco asked, stroking her cheek and letting his fingers slide down her neck and down between her breasts.

Hermione reached up to the tie between her breasts and pulled it loose. The fabric fell away, and slipped from her body, not having any straps to keep on her. The boys saw a emerald heart tattooed just beneath her sternum, the top of the heart just level with the underside of her breasts. Two dark silver vines twisted around the heart and then away from it, following the curve of the bottom of her breasts. When she turned Draco could see his name tattooed on the side of her left breast, in beautiful dark silver calligraphy that blended into the vine, and Harry saw his name tattooed on the side of her right breast, in the same color ink, and blending into the vine as well.

"I got this to show you that I belong to you two, and only you two. My body is yours to love and pleasure, just as yours are mine. Unless it turns you on to see me with another man, I will only be spreading my legs for the two of you. There is no need for you to get jealous of all those other boys who try to get into my knickers. Yea, a lot of girls get turned on by jealous and possessive boyfriends, but not me. I find it highly irritating. So please, you two really need to work on your knee jerk reactions to seeing other men look at or talk to me." Hermione said.

Both boys couldn't believe that their lover had gotten their names tattooed on her breasts. Or the heart that rested beneath her own. It was beautiful work, and it was a definite fucking turn on to see their names branded on her skin. Harry leaned over and traced his tongue over the tattoo of his name. Hermione's back arched and her hand immediately went to the back of Harry's head to hold it against her breast as his mouth made it to her nipple. Draco slipped down between her legs, and put his mouth to work on her dripping center. He pulled off her knickers and tossed them over his shoulder. Hermione whimpered when she felt Draco's tongue lapping at her folds. She reached down with her free hand and grabbed the silky blonde strands of hair on the back of Draco's head and started tugging it.

Draco slipped his tongue along Hermione's wet folds, moaning as the taste, feel and scent of her invaded his senses.

Later that night, they were in her room, in her bed, and Hermione was sandwiched between her two lovers, Draco laying behind her with his back pressed against her chest, and Harry in front of her. Her leg was thrown over Harry's arm while was buried inside her tight cunt. Draco's cock was deep inside her thoroughly stretched pussy as well, and both men were moving in tandem while Hermione and Harry were locked in a passionate kiss and Draco was sucking on her neck and leaving lovely little love bites along the tender skin of her neck.

"Shit baby, your pretty little kitty is so fucking tight. It feels so fucking amazing wrapped around mine and Harry's cocks. You are such a good little girl, taking both your lovers in the same hole. I wonder if your ass would be just as tight with both of us in it. And I love the way Harry's cock feels rubbing against mine while we both fuck your cunt." Draco panted in her ear.

Hermione tore her mouth away from Harry's and moaned before Draco turned her head enough for him to pick up where Harry left off and take Hermione's mouth in a hot, openmouthed kiss. Harry turned his attention to Hermione's breasts and her new tattoos. He traced his tongue over her tattoo and nipped and sucked on her already overly sensitive nipples.

"I loved watching your breasts bounce while you rode my cock earlier baby. Seeing our names tattooed on these lovely mounds of flesh is such a fucking turn on. You've branded yourself with our names, and you belong to us now. Maybe Draco and I should get your name tattooed somewhere on our bodies, so that we can be yours, just as much as you are ours. Shit Draco, if you keep moving your hips like that, and if your cock keeps rubbing against mine like this, I am going to blow. I think we should make or pretty little eagle cum before we disappoint her by cumming before her." Harry grunted.

Harry's hand slipped between where they were intimately connected and started to rub his thumb over her clit while the two men both thrusted into her harder and faster. Hermione ripped her mouth away from Draco's and screamed as her orgasm slammed into her like a brick wall. Her breath left her body and the two men let go and both came with a roar of their lover's name, spilling themselves inside her tight sheath and coating her blistering walls and their cocks in each other's cum. Harry looked down to see their combined releases seeping out from where they were still intimately connected. The two young men pulled their limp cocks from their lover's tight body and she relaxed between them with a sigh. Taking both of them at once was very pleasurable, but it was also quite a fucking workout. If it weren't for the pain potions she used in her baths, she wouldn't be able to walk from the amount of fucking the three of them did together.

"So, besides us and those two twins that you fucked last year, have you ever had anyone else double teaming you?" Draco asked as they cuddled in post-coital bliss.

"Mmm, during fifth year, a few weeks after we came back, I went down to Hogsmeade. It was only a few months after I lost my virginity and realized that I really liked having men between my legs. I used Glamours to head down to The Three Broomsticks and I removed them once I got there. I was in the pub for about five minutes when I saw three young men in Quidditch uniforms sitting across the pub. I recognized them from Cho Chang's Quidditch posters in her room. Kyle Flannagan, Davide Baptiste and Paul Roulette were dining at the pub that morning and Kyle came over to me and asked if I had ever been fucked by three young and virile males before. I told him no and if he was offering, I was more than willing to take him up on his and his friend's offers. I went up to their room ten minutes later and the three of us went at it all day. Their cocks were nearly as big as yours and Harry's. It was a great fucking day, but as soon as I got back to the school, I was taking a long, hot bath to heal the aches and pains from my roll in the sheets with three young, hot, horny males' intent on fucking my brains out. I realized that as much fun as having three men inside of me at once was hot and fun, but the most I would every probably be able to comfortably do again was two. Kyle was a fucking animal, he was aggressive as hell in the sack, leaving bite marks all over my body and filling all three of my holes with his thick cum, and Paul liked fucking my throat and talking dirty to me in French. And Davide liked slamming my ass with his cock and talking dirty to me in Spanish." Hermione said.

The two men in bed with her were speechless and gobsmacked. Their lover had spread her legs for the three youngest and most talented players in the Quidditch world.

"You fucked three of the players from the Tutshill Tornados?" Draco asked.

"Yes, and they were very sexy." Hermione said.

"Sexier than us?" Harry asked.

"Well, you two are very sexy, but these three men are every girl's wet dream when it comes to celebrities. If Chang had ever found out that I had had all three of those men in bed with me at one time, she would have made my life even more of a living hell than she already did. And she would have destroyed my reputation and I would have never been able to show myself around Hogwarts again without being called a whore and asking if I was willing to do the same things with the boys around this school. As much as I love having sex, my reputation means more to me than having cock inside me." Hermione said.

"We aren't mad lovey. It's just surprising that those three didn't brag about fucking the same girl at the same time. Their exploits have been splashed all over the tabloids over the past three years, and they didn't say one word about you." Draco said.

"Well I wasn't some desperate Quidditch groupie slut looking to have my fifteen minutes of fame by bedding them. They just wanted a hot roll in the sheets and so did I. So I let them fill me with their cum and I got the ride of my young life." Hermione said.

"I would say so. Now, I think that that is enough talking for now. I am already hard as hell and ready for another go if you two are. My balls are aching for release.

"I need a rest, but I can feel that Harry is all ready to go again." Hermione said as she slipped out from between her two lovers.

She sauntered towards the bathroom, leaving two horny boys behind. Draco and Harry watched her go before Harry let out a startled moan when he felt Draco's mouth around his cock. He clutched the back of Draco's head and began thrusting down his lover's throat in earnest. Draco reached up and fondled Harry's balls as he continued to suck his cock.

"Fuck baby, you and Mimi have such amazing mouths. I love feeling them around my cock." Harry groaned.

Neither of them noticed that Hermione was leaning against the doorjamb of her bathroom, watching Draco pleasure their lover with his mouth. The two men were so beautiful together, and Hermione loved watching the two of them together. Sometimes, she felt like she was intruding in their relationship, but when she had voiced this, the two of them had both spent the night punishing her by fucking her and not allowing her to cum until she saw the error of her ways and was screaming for release. That had been another first for her, and now, she knew better than to voice her thoughts about their relationship again. But she did still feel from time to time that she was intruding in their closeness.

But right now, the two of them were so beautiful together. Harry was laying on his back, his legs spread, and Draco kneeling above him, his cock already deep in his lover's tight ass. Harry was moaning and gripping Draco's ass with his hands, squeezing the taut flesh and meeting Draco thrust for thrust. When Draco leaned down to take Harry's mouth with his own, Hermione had had enough watching, she walked over to the bed and climbed into it next to her lovers, and started kissing Harry's neck while slipping her hand between their bodies and wrapping her hand around Harry's cock, stroking it as Draco fucked him.

"Shit!" Harry moaned, tearing his mouth away from Draco's.

"Mmmmm baby that's right, stroke Harry's cock. It's so hot watching him writhe and moan beneath me while you jerk him off." Draco grunted.

Three weeks later, the two boys surprised Hermione with tattoos of their own. Harry had Hermione's name tattooed with an owl down the left side of his ribcage, while he had Draco's with a dragon on his right. And Draco had the same on his body, except Hermione's was on the right with an owl, and Harry's on his left with a stag. Hermione had been very turned on by the sight and had made sure both boys knew it by shagging their brains out. The two boys still had bouts of jealousy, but each time the two ended up in a detention or with House Points taken from them because of their jealousy getting the better of them, she would ward them from her room and get herself off loudly enough for them to hear, but not enjoy for themselves. By the time they graduated, the two boys had finally let their jealousy go and had accepted that Hermione was theirs for the long run and the green-eyed monsters that resided in them, were finally put to rest. And it only took Hermione refusing to sleep with them time and time again for it to get through their thick skulls. Jealousy bad, sexy bookworm who spread their legs for them, good.