Hermione POV

"Fuck, Hermione. I-, I can't-"

His protest died when I started kissing him again and my wand dropped to the floor. I didn't care what Malfoy wanted, I didn't care that it hurt Theo to deny him. I wanted Theo and I wanted the taste on his lips, their proof of their desire for each other still fresh on his tongue to drive away how much I hated myself for my lack of caring. Watching him dig at Malfoy's skin had brought the lust I'd felt all week back to the surface with a vengeance. I'd replayed that moment under the quidditch stands over and over in my mind while I'd touched myself and when Malfoy had mentioned his mouth on me, I'd gotten so wet that my knickers were basically a pool. A mouth, a warm eager mouth. It's something I hadn't had before. Ron had never bothered. There was a musky tang to Theo's kiss and it only drove me further into my need to experience it for myself.

"Are you saying you don't want to taste me?" I asked, a tad self-conscious between kisses, despite knowing full well the answer. He whimpered again and my back found the stacks like it had that post under the stands. He ended our frantic kissing to speak clearly.

"Of course I do, but you could have let him stay. I'll only tell him about it later."

"Good," I said, meaning it. I wanted him to tell him, I wanted Malfoy to imagine it, to know that Theo's mouth had been on me too. "You wanted a truth. This is your truth, Theo. I want Malfoy to ache every minute of every day and I want you to do all those things with your mouth that he said you would. So taste me and tell him about it."

"Damn it," he grunted those words, dropping to his knees again, but this time in front of me. His hands worked my skirt up into a bunch while he kissed his way up my thighs. He gripped the waistband of my knickers.

That self-conscious fear resurfaced with his mouth so close. Would it feel as good as I imagined?

"I've-, I've never-, Ron never-,"

Theo groaned against my thigh before looking up at me, his mouth wet still from his ministrations on Malfoy and his lips swollen from kissing me, kissing him.

"Are you telling me that idiot never went down on you?" I nodded my head and he swore. His face scrunched in a painful gaze that reminded me of Malfoy's. With a heavy sigh he reigned himself in, and dragged my knickers down by the waistband before he pocketed them. I knew exactly what he would do with them. The thought caused another flare of heat in my belly and my body shuddered, my head fell back with a moan.

"Please."

I could feel his eyes on me, his hands trailing up my legs before gripping one and bending it, placing my leg over his shoulder.

"It makes me so fucking hard to know I'll be the first one, Hermione. You have no idea. And you're already so gods damn wet. I'm going to cum just from the taste."

I forced myself to look at him, to see the wonder on his face and the intense desire in his bright blue eyes. It made me beg again.

"Please."

He didn't make me wait any longer. At the first touch of his tongue, my back bowed. It felt even better than I imagined- wicked and warm. I cried out, instinctively gripping his hair while bucking into him. His only reply was a growl while he squeezed my arse, pressing me harder into his mouth. He ate me ferociously, with so much desire and animalistic need that I felt his pleasure for the act almost as much as my own. He did all the things Malfoy had promised, sucking and twirling my clit with abandon, and a part of me was sad that I hadn't let Malfoy stay, hadn't let him watch, because he would have dropped to his knees and stared. I could have made him beg too. My orgasm built rapidly, I was already so swollen and needy. The thought of Malfoy brought with it anger that mingled with the building need to cum.

"Will you kiss him with the taste of me still on your tongue?" I asked and he grunted in answer, humming against me. I saw him rutting against air, seeking a release while he fed from me. Fuck, that was hot. Everything was so gods damn hot. I saw strange sparks on my hands where they clutched skull to my heat. Gold and red like that night in my room. Anger and desire mixed and fought in my stomach and fuck, I wanted to cum so bad. "Fuck, Theo…It feels so fucking good. You want me to cum, don't you?"

It wasn't a question he answered with words. One of the hands on my arse slid forward. I didn't know it could get more intense, but when he slipped two fingers inside of me and curled them, I felt the fire in my belly reaching a crescendo. My eyes slammed closed and I bucked harder into his face, feeling the shelf behind me digging into my back while I sought that monumental explosion. I wished Malfoy was behind me, both soft and hard- his abs and chest. Malfoy and Theo. They were one in the same, a package deal and even without him there, my body and fantasies were uncaring of my anger and my feelings. The fantasy of him standing there, holding me while Theo fucked me with his mouth, was enough to break me.

"Fuck!" I screamed, shaking against his face, my legs wobbling.

He didn't let me fall, gripping me tighter and continuing to suckle me until I pulled my arse down, trying to get away from those lips and fingers that were suddenly too intense. I forced my eyes open to see that everything was wet. Malfoy was right, the proof of my desire dripped off Theo's chin. For Theo's part, he panted wildly, looking more smug than he had after kissing me during the quidditch game. He let me get my bearings and then pulled my leg off his shoulder before standing and pulling my skirt back down into place. I wasn't sure what to say now that the fire was cooling until I looked down and noticed a stain on his trousers. He had indeed cum at the taste of me and fuck if that didn't make my center hot again, but when I reached to grab him and pull him back to me, he kissed me only briefly before he moved out of my grip.

"You aren't the only one who needs me tonight," he said, sounding sad. He wouldn't even look at me. "Draco is going to be fucking feral. I have to go take care of him."

His confession made me blush with shame and the shame only made me angry. I shouldn't feel shameful. If anyone should be ashamed, it should be Malfoy. He didn't deserve Theo and he certainly didn't deserve me. He deserved the pain I inflicted, but that pain had hit Theo as well. I couldn't reconcile my anger with Malfoy and their relationship, with my desire for wanting what they had, wanting their attention. I had somehow become the villain, the bully of the narrative.

"Whatever…I have to go to bed anyway," I said dismissively, feeling the shimmer of wetness in my eyes.

I bent forward to pick up my wand off the floor, but the cold on my exposed skin was a sharp reminder that my knickers were gone so I bent at the knees instead to pick it up. With a wave of my wand to clean myself and to lift the silencing spell, I walked out of the stacks and the library, stopping briefly to shove my book and sugar quills back in my bag. My frustrated tears only hit me when I reached my room and pulled off my clothes, one article short. The hatred for myself multiplied with each wet, salty drop.