Hermione POV

Perhaps it was my lingering orgasm that halted me from standing and screaming, or maybe I was just so sick of being broken that I couldn't be bothered to fight despite my anger. And boy, did I feel a lot of anger at the moment. I'd said their names at the height of release and they'd heard me. If that had happened before the war, before I'd given myself to Ron in an attempt to fix my pain, then maybe I would have been embarrassed. Hell, perhaps there was indeed shame somewhere beneath all the anger, but I couldn't find it. My rage dissipated a bit as I recognized the need on their faces. Ron had never looked like that, like not touching me would kill him. The handful of times that we'd had sex had been all fumbling hands and apologies that led to disappointment for me. Ron had always been focused on Ron even when he'd grunted my name and asked me if I climaxed. It was never about me. Right now, from the looks on Theo and Malfoy's faces, it was all about me.

I wasn't as surprised to see that expression from Theo, but from Malfoy…well, fuck, I never would have expected that. I remembered his apologies then, his pleas to make amends. He was sorry. I knew that. It was there in the words Theo had spoken to him and the erection that had tented his trousers when he declared that he didn't deserve to look at me. They didn't just want me, they craved me. It was all right there in their clenched hands and wide eyes. I could practically taste their desperation and it tasted sweet. This was a different kind of suffering that I was causing and I wanted more of it.

I felt powerful when I pulled off my shirt and their silent mouths stopped moving. They watched in rapt attention as I followed with my knickers. There was satisfaction in the undressing, in knowing they wanted to touch and that I wouldn't allow it. No, I definitely wouldn't allow it. I was going to take my pleasure from their painful, lust-filled gazes. I was the master of this insanity.

Theo took a step forward, licking his lips at the sight of my swollen, juicy cunt. I shook my head, but he didn't stop. Malfoy had to rip him back by his robes. He glared silently at Malfoy before turning back to me. The agony on his face made me smile. It was the second time Theo had gotten a true smile from me. It was all he was going to get that night. He wasn't going to get my pussy or my hands or my mouth. Just a smile. It felt like a lot still.

I pulled myself up against the headboard and spread my legs wide, reaching down to my slit with an expert hand, but this time I met two molten stares as I delved a finger into my tight hole. It wasn't the way I normally got myself off. I knew it would make them feral though and I wasn't wrong. It was Malfoy this time that stepped forward and the two of them landed on the floor with a thud as they fought each other in silence. I laughed. I fucking laughed. The sound surprised me as much as it did them. They both looked up at me with awe. I took stock of my feelings and discovered that my anger wasn't there anymore, just amusement and a desire for more of those sweet, miserable, looks of want.

I brought the finger I had inserted into myself to my mouth. I sucked it in greedily and the two men crawled. They crawled until they reached the end of the bed and stood, but when they leaned forward to touch, I clasped my legs closed.

"No."

One word that came out so easily from my lips and they heeded it with silent sighs. I wanted to hear those sighs. I wanted to hear them beg. I released them from their silencing spells with a flick of a wand, finding that those words too came easily, before opening my legs again and pressing the tip of the vine wood to my slit. They both groaned and the sound made me clench.

"Tell me how bad you want it." The voice that spoke couldn't be mine, it was so husky and rich. I'd never spoken like that, but then again I'd never been so turned on, never been stared at so intently, never felt so desired. I guessed my anger hadn't fueled my words nearly as well as the lust did.

"Please, Hermione. Let us touch you. Fuck, I've never wanted to touch a cunt so fucking bad," Theo said, damn close to tears. I could see them shining in his eyes.

"You're so fucking wet, Granger. Let us take care of you," Malfoy begged, that mask of his was entirely gone now. He was practically fucking drooling.

I shook my head. Both set of hands gripped the duvet at the end of the bed. I glanced down between their legs, seeing the evidence of their desires. They were all strain and pain.

"You'll watch. That's it," I said. "You don't deserve to touch me."

It was true. They didn't deserve to touch me, not with all that pureblood skin. Malfoy especially. I wanted their suffering so much more than their fingers or tongues or cocks. With pained expressions they nodded as I slid my wand against myself, imagining it was thick and warm flesh. I wanted it to be more. I remembered a spell my female friends had talked about, a spell that I hadn't had the courage to use when I was younger and then stopped caring about all together when I was broken.

"Vibro."

The wand in my hand, against my slick heat, began to vibrate and I moaned, pressing it to my clit.

"Fuck, Hermione."

Fuck Hermione indeed. My clit ached at the contact. I wanted to be fucked, but not by them, never by them. They didn't deserve it. They didn't even deserve to fuck each other. The thought made me imagine it, the two of them fucking, and I clenched again, my orgasm building into a crescendo. It would be a cold day in hell when I let Malfoy bury his pureblood cock in my filthy cunt. My anger resurfaced.

"Look at you both, staring at my muggle-born cunt with such longing. Pureblood scum," I said, spitting the words out full of venom.

"We're not worthy of you," Malfoy said.

"I know," I agreed, reaching up a hand to massage my tits, pulling them together and grazing my nipples. When I moaned at the contact, Theo whimpered. "You don't deserve to fuck me, you don't even deserve to be in this room right now. Get on your knees."

The two of them dropped to the floor immediately, just their heads poking over the end of the bed. My stomach knotted. I'd never imagined myself dominant- not even in my own fantasies, but watching them follow my commands was invigorating. My anger pulsed with the tightening knot, brushing against my desire. I was going to cum and the thought of Malfoy seeing it again made that anger fully form again- overriding everything.

"Don't let him see me cum, Theo. Not again, never again."

Theo pulled at Malfoy's hair and jerked his head to the side so that he had to look at Theo. Malfoy swore in disapproval, but Theo wasn't looking at him, his eyes were transfixed on my wand, on my shaking legs. I felt myself hit the cliff and tumble over with a final brush of my breasts.

I came with a deep groan, making full eye contact with Theo's pretty blue eyes, seeing him tug hard on Malfoy's hair out of the corner of my eye. Panting, I dropped my hand to the bed, clutching the vibrating wand. It was a different sort of rush that overcame me with the waves, not satisfaction like usual, but power, anger, and desire. They all twisted because despite coming twice, I still wanted them. The idea made me sick.

"I hate you," I said, speaking the words while my cunt continued to pulse. My damn leg shook along with it. It sounded true coming out of my mouth though deep down it wasn't any longer. I wanted to hate them, wanted them to feel my pain, but still, I hated myself more. I hated myself for not being able to hate them. My anger at them was all I felt as I drifted down from my high.

"Her leg is twitching, Draco, and she's even wetter than before. She's fucking dripping. Her hair is sticking to her face, and her face…it's heavenly- all flushed. She's still angry too, that static electric magic is all over her."

Leave it to Theo to find a work around. I hadn't said he couldn't describe it and I had to admit that watching Malfoy shudder at the description was captivating. It soothed some of my wild emotions, forcing me to get control of myself. I pulled on my shirt and wiped myself with the knickers before crawling towards the end of the bed. I took a hold of the white-blond hair, trying to ignore how soft it was as I held my knickers in front of Malfoy's mouth.

"Open," I said and his jaw fell at my command. I shoved the fabric inside, taking pleasure in the way he moaned and feeling angry for his feeling that pleasure. A sneer came to my face. "That's the closest you'll ever get to me. Now, get the fuck out of my room."