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Threesome

Harry's eyes goggled. "What?"

Hermione stumbled backwards. "What?"

"Join in?" Harry gasped.

"Join in?" Hermione echoed.

"Join in." Draco said with a characteristically playful smirk. "Come on Harry, live a little."

"Join in?" Harry asked again with disbelief.

"We're all friends here, and isn't that the most important thing?" Draco grinned. "It'll be great. Unless… you don't want to…"

Harry looked, if possible, even more stunned. "Well… of course I, that is to say, it's okay with me if it's okay with Hermione."

"Of course it's okay with Hermione!" But looking over at Hermione's pale face, Draco's smile faltered. "Isn't it?"

Hermione blinked twice as if to wake up from a trance or fantasy. "Well, it would be a little weird."

Draco looked absolutely crushed, and Harry, though he tried to hide it, felt the same way. He had always felt… close… to Hermione. After all the adventures they had shared together, all the hours spent alone or with Ron in the twilight common room, poring over books and what-not, it seemed almost fitting, nay, inevitable, that they would one day be together. Such conclusions are drawn only too swiftly by the lonely teenage mind. And Draco… after that night together he had always half-hoped, half been terrified of repeating the experience. To have both at once? The mind boggled.

Harry's mind snapped back to reality as Hermione took an enticing step forward. "Then again," she said, with laughter and something else in her eyes, "it might be kind of fun."

Harry's face split into a huge grin. Draco, likewise, was smiling. "Excellent," he murmured.

Draco trailed a fingertip down Hermione arms, sending up a wave of goosebumps, and then held a hand out towards Harry, inviting him over. Harry, somewhat nervously, accepted his hand. The water was still warm, Harry decided it must be enchanted that way, because they'd been in the bath for quite some time. It was just slightly hotter than skin temperature, and it was hard to tell where water ended and skin began. The lights were dim and the air smelled faintly of roses – remnants of bath bubbles. All in all, quite a romantic atmosphere. Harry shivered involuntarily when Draco ran his finger across his hand and pulled him close. He positively shook when Hermione kissed him.

It was a soft, slow kiss, like melting butter and chocolate. He opened his mouth against hers, and with his breath caught in his throat, gently caressed her tongue. It was exactly how he had always imagined kissing Hermione would be. Hermione could feel Harry's sweetness and caring permeate through that kiss, but behind it, a barely constrained fervour threatened to break out.

Meanwhile, Draco was feeling a little left out. Sure, it was great watching them kiss, but it simply wasn't the same to actually being kissed himself. Then again, it had been his idea, and he could hardly go getting jealous now, so with his hand still firmly holding Harry's, he bent down and kissed Hermione's neck.

Hermione inhaled sharply and her body tensed. Harry, with his eyes closed, took this as a sign that he was doing something right, and kissed her harder, moving his hand to cup her head, burying it in her curls.

Hermione moved a hand around Harry, and her other around Draco, drawing them closer. Draco sucked gently and bit down softly on her delicate skin, and she sighed.

But Draco was growing tired of this. Having Harry so close by was distracting, and, given their history together, incredibly arousing. Draco disengaged himself from Hermione and turned slightly to face Harry, still with his eyes closed, still kissing Hermione.

With his free hand, Draco traced a line from Harry's neck to his stomach, and back over his chest, he could feel the skin tingling and the blood rushing beneath his hands. Draco moved the hand that still clasped Harry's behind him, so that Harry's arm was around Draco's back. Then with all the practised ease of a past lover, Draco reached down and touched Harry's penis.

Harry's eyes flew open in shock and he immediately pulled back from Hermione, who looked more than a little confused. Looking down though she smiled in understanding, and kissed Draco gently on the cheek. Had Harry been in a more lucid state, he might have felt embarrassed, but emotions were running so high now he was finding it incredibly difficult to concentrate. He simply rested his head on Hermione's shoulder as Draco ran his hand rhythmically up and down. He was only barely aware of Hermione's subtle movements as she leaned forward to kiss Draco on the mouth.

Draco kissed Hermione back with passion. With both of his hands otherwise engaged, there wasn't much else he could do. Hermione allowed her hands to wander freely over his body, reminding herself of his curves and the smoothness of his skin, whilst kissing him again and again. Suddenly she noticed Harry tense against her.

In a flash of white heat and a shudder, Harry emptied himself into the water, clinging to Draco and Hermione as though afraid of drowning. Draco turned away from Hermione and kissed Harry just once, his tongue just gently in his mouth, lips parted.

With Harry's release the atmosphere was changed. All three immediately remembered how late it was, and how tired they were, and what a dangerous situation they were in, when any one might walk in on them at any time. With a wry grin at Hermione, Draco made for the steps out of the pool. Harry looked after him, then turned his attention to the girl with whom he had shared everything, and kissed her. With Draco's back turned, Harry kissed Hermione with all the love he possessed, and then followed Draco out of the pool. Hermione, feeling a little lost and confused, waited a moment, and then followed him out.

A/N

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