Hermione POV
Mm…the couch was so soft on my fingers- warm and smooth. I was looking mindlessly at a tapestry on the wall that had a mandala swirl of emerald green and black. My fingers swirled in the same pattern as the loops and a sigh was released somewhere in the room. Theo looked over at me, but I was so deeply focused on the tapestry. Before I had the chance to miss his lilting voice, he was reading again.
"In the dark of the night, the figures were merely shadows, but she could make out William's head bobbing between the stranger's legs. Slow at first and then increasing in speed. The receiver's moans echoed over the still, glassy surface of the-"
My hand continued moving as my thoughts remained on the tapestry. I didn't need to listen to know what would come next anyway. Marian would stroke her clit while watching the stranger, who would be later introduced as Johnathon, grip the back of William's head. Johnathon would push himself all the way against it, groaning and begging as Marian listened in. She wouldn't be able to see everything in the dark of course. It was actually one of the best parts of the scene- knowing and not knowing exactly what was happening.
It was the thought of that scene that made my brain churn away from swirls of green and black. My thighs felt warm and my center throbbed as if I hadn't read the scene a million times. It sounded a hell of a lot more pleasant than the actual process of giving a blow job. Every time I had read about someone doing that I had come to the same conclusion. The men receiving were always enthusiastically responsive and the person giving was needy for every groan, every whisper of praise. The two times I had put Ron in my mouth, he hadn't made a single noise other than a grunt when he came. In the library, Theo had certainly seemed to enjoy it. Maybe I was just bad at it.
"There was a howl of approval met by her own moan of release. In response to the sound, two heads turned to her- one standing, one at waist height. She had been caught and with her clothes on the shore, there was no where to run." Theo's voice faded with the end of the chapter and a groan from Malfoy caught my attention.
I looked for the cause, noticing my hand. Merlin! I wasn't rubbing the couch, I was rubbing his thigh. I wasn't sure when I had started, but I did know that I didn't want to stop. His leg felt good beneath my touch and his reaction was more mesmerizing than the most beautiful tapestry. He looked at me with desperate eyes, panting heavily. The front of his shirt was open and his whole chest heaved- my angry mark fluctuating.
"You're soft," I said, knowing that the declaration was stupid even if it didn't stop the words from escaping. "I like it."
"What else do you like, Love?" Theo said, sitting up on the other couch, placing the book at his side. I could hear the smile in his tone. My hand never stopped moving and I noticed that Malfoy's eyes grow wider the higher I went up his thigh. Beneath the fabric, I could see him- thick and swollen. My mouth watered. I suddenly wanted to see what he would do if I put my hands around it, my mouth. Would it be like it had been with Theo? Would he seek his release desperately while making me feel adored? The thought alone made me wet.
"Granger." My name on Malfoy's lips, sent me to the floor. I slid down, though it seemed to take an eternity for my knees to land on the plush white rug. If I thought he was mesmerizing before, he was ten times more so when he registered that I was kneeling before him. He didn't speak, but his eyes spoke every worry, every desire.
"I like how much you both want me" I said, finally answering Theo's question. I let both my hands squeeze his thighs now, inching upward.
"You look beautiful in front of him." Theo said, his voice coming closer. In an instant, he was at my back. A hand in my hair made me release a decadent moan. It wasn't demanding or forceful, just soft and dominant. "Doesn't she, Draco?"
"So beautiful," he agreed. His hands fell to the couch, the actual couch, squeezing the fabric. It was as if he was afraid to touch me, to ruin whatever spell I was under.
My head was turned to the side and lips met mine. The kiss was deep and heavy, Theo's tongue pressing into my mouth, his lips creating the most wonderful sensation. Muscles tensed and relaxed under my palms. Theo was devouring my mouth and I wondered briefly if Malfoy was jealous.
"Both of you are so damn beautiful." That answered that question.
With a final brush of his tongue, Theo pulled away.
"I think she would look even more beautiful with her clothes off." I felt Theo's fingers beneath my shirt and the shudder that ran through me at his touch was orgasmic. I mewled when he lifted the fabric, feeling the soft lining of the shirt drag along my skin. Reality drifted when he unhooked my bra. It disappeared completely when my body was shifted and my bottom half was made as bare as the top. "Better?"
"Perfection." The word was spoken with reverie, gray eyes focused intently on my face. I smiled in answer, feeling the compliment in every nerve of my body. My palms went back to covered thighs.
Theo's hands wrapped around my stomach, caressing all the newly bare skin. "What else do you like?
"I like…"
Something was off. The sensation of soft trousers wasn't enough anymore. I wanted the skin beneath more.
"I like when you're both naked." I muttered the words and listened to the proceeding rustling of clothes with my eyes closed in contentment- shoes, socks, pants, shirts and boxers. My mind was too much of a jumble from the influence of the gillyweed to make sense of all the sounds or to focus on their movements. All I knew was that when the noise stopped and I opened my eyes again, Malfoy's naked body was back in front of me, his hands returning to the couch. He was fighting so hard not to touch me now that the veins on his arms and hands strained against the surface of his skin. There was one in particular on his left hand that seemed to pulse. I wanted to caress that vein with my tongue, taste the sweat, stroke it. Theo's hard body pressed behind me. I could feel his bare chest, his head resting on my shoulder and his stiff erection on my back. His hands laid atop mine on Malfoy's thighs. Malfoy's cock twitched when Theo squeezed my hands. Could I even fit either of them in my mouth? I really wanted to try. "I like your cocks."
A moan came from both sides of my body and hands clenched harder on the couch. That vein on Malfoy's hand became far too tempting. I leaned forward, forcing Theo to release his grip and lean back so my arse could lift.
"Our cocks like you too." Theo said with a chuckle, even though Malfoy didn't seem at all amused. He released a groan at the wet feel of my mouth on his hand and a drop of moisture appeared on the head of his cock, beaconing me. A thought suddenly occurred to me. Would I be giving up my rule if I licked it clean, sucked the skin there instead? A heartbeat passed and the thought vanished. My rules were mine, meant to be bent or broken as I saw fit and I wanted him in my mouth. I'd blame it on the damn gillyweed. "All of you. That sweet pussy, your tight arse, your hands, and that stubborn wet mouth."
Theo ran the head of his cock against my slit at the same moment that I gave into my need. I took the plunge and shifted my mouth a few millimeters to the right. Warm, smooth, salty goodness greeted me the moment I enveloped Malfoy's straining erection. My tongue swooped around the head of him, collecting the taste, and a swear from his lips echoed off the walls, causing my cunt to pulse against the top of Theo's dick in response. It was all the encouragement he needed to sheath himself inside of me and sweet fuck, it was a wonder I could stay on my knees. I panted around Malfoy.
"She doesn't just like our dicks, she likes us," Malfoy cooed, making my eyes meet his again with a glare. Mischief was behind those gray orbs. "And our Gryffindor princess likes to be naughty."
Oh…oh, fuck. My cunt gripped down on Theo in reply to that final word from Malfoy's devious mouth. I'd spent my entire life being the golden girl. Even after everything awful that had happened, I felt like a failure for not being good enough. There was something incredibly wonderful and wicked about being praised for being bad.
"Sweet Mother of Merlin!" Theo cried out, squeezing my hips. "She's gripping me like a fucking vice."
"Of course she is, because right now she likes nothing more than being used like a naughty little toy. Isn't that right, Granger?"
I couldn't deny it with my mouth on him, I didn't even want to. I hummed in agreement around Malfoy's cock and his hands finally broke free of their invisible hold. Approval, that's all he needed to bury his hands in my curls. He finally took what was his, pressing my head down to fill my mouth with him and I could feel myself release a fresh wave of moisture around Theo when the air became impossible to breathe. He noticed.
"Merlin, she's wet," he stroked my back. "Oh, Love. If you wanted to be used all you had to do was ask."
He pressed all the way into me and if I could breathe, I would have groaned. I couldn't even brace myself before he pulled back and slammed in again. Malfoy finally lifted my head and I gasped for air, dripping saliva with every thrust into my swollen cunt.
"Is that what you wanted?" I could only nod my head, before he pushed my head back down to his cock. I sucked it in greedily. "Touch her clit, Theo. Show her how we take care of what's ours. When she cums, I want to feel her scream around me."
An arm wrapped around my waist, fingers rubbed against my swollen nub. The entire universe became the wet slap of Theo's balls against me, the slick feeling of my clit being stroked, the pull and push of a cock in my mouth and cunt simultaneously. I began to shake, my body seeking a release, my voice a mix of moans and choking sounds.
"Fuck, Granger, your mouth is amazing," Malfoy grunted, hissing with his own desire. "And you're perfect just like this. Filthy, naughty…perfect."
Tears built in my eyes, tears of joy and pleasure and acceptance. I shook harder, my body tensing.
"Yes, Draco. Keep talking to her. Her cunt is so fucking tight."
"Your mouth is mine, your cunt is Theo's." Thrust into my throat, circle on my clit. "Your pain is ours." Nails on my scalp, grunts of pleasure echoing behind me. "Your fantasies are ours." Floating, falling. "Good, bad, and everything in between. You are ours."
I screamed when I came, vibrating on Malfoy's cock. The guttural 'yes' he let out was all animal, completely feral.
They both cracked at the same time. Two full grown men broke free of their cages. I became a vessel for release as my pussy continued to flutter around Theo. Malfoy pulled my head away from me just as he was beginning to swell. His release landed on his stomach instead of my panting mouth. Theo followed with two more pumps, slamming me into the couch as he filled me.
Weightless. I was entirely weightless. Still, I never hit the floor, I was scooped up in silence. Blissful and oblivious. I was wiped clean, my hair brushed out of my face, my body placed in a button down that smelled of men. When I was laid on a couch, my head was positioned on a warm lap and my legs on another. I could feel their hands clasped on my stomach.
"Are you good, Hermione?" I tried to zero in on Theo, to make eye contact and reassure him. My eyelids wouldn't let me. I drifted into the space between awake and asleep until the sounds of cheers broke through everything…what? Oh, Saturday, end of November.
"Quidditch!" Theo said in shock, coming to the same conclusion I had. "You never miss a game. Why didn't you say anything?".
"Didn't seem important." Any reply to Malfoy's words was lost to a rumbling sound that came from much closer than the Quidditch pitch. I reached for my stomach.
"Fuck, I'm starving!" My stoned declaration was met by laughter. I fought the sleep, sitting up with a groan. Malfoy and Theo both stood, each walking in separate directions. Classic music began to drift from the gramophone under Theo's expert hand, and Malfoy return with a bag of Wispy Crisps. I ripped it open like a fiend, shoving a few of the crisps in my mouth. The crunch was intensely satisfying and the flavor…when had crisps ever been so delicious? Male hands tried to reach into the bag. I hugged it to my chest in defense. "Get your own!"
"Greedy…how very Slytherin of you." Theo remarked. They stared at each other, a look passing between them before Theo spoke again. "Maybe the shack would have let you in after all."
I didn't know why the idea of being an honorary Slytherin made my chest feel warm, made me smile. Perhaps it wouldn't be so bad having them for my soul mates. That was definitely the gillyweed talking. I pushed away the idea and chose to concentrate on the crisps and music, on the soft voices of Malfoy and Theo arguing over the other snacks. They both wanted the chocolate frog. I decided right then and there that I kind of, sort of, loved gillyweed.