Okay, I don't know where this one came from, maybe I was just in a 'playful' mood, who knows. It gets where I wanted to go, but might be a little graphic. I tried to keep it tasteful; maybe I'm just hormonal right now.

Enjoy.

Merick

Chapter Forty-One

I only began to feel a little nervous once we got back to Melody's apartment. She'd really made no secret of what she wanted from the both of us that night, and while surrounded by the atmosphere of the club it had seemed like a good idea, but now, with just the three of us, it seemed a little more daunting. The only person I'd ever been intimate with was Draco, and every one of those encounters had been deep and important to me, not just physical lust, although that had certainly been a motivating factor. Melody was beautiful, and I couldn't deny that her movements and her kisses had aroused me, and watching Draco with her had done the same, but one step further than that had me scared.

She left us in her living room, to 'freshen up', and it gave Draco and I a few minutes together. He was still caught up in the excitement of the whole evening, and it was perhaps the happiest and most animated I had ever seen him. I was so torn because all I wanted was for him to be happy, and while part of me wanted to leave, a part of me wanted to stay, for him, and for myself. Feeling that free was intoxicating. He began taking his shirt off, and coaxed me over to him, pulling at mine.

"Are all Muggle girls like this Harry?" He asked as he kissed at my ear, sucking on the lobe as he pulled at the sleeves of my shirt.

"Oh God no, I don't think so." But what was my experience with Muggle girls, any girls for that matter? Melody was the only one I'd really talked to, besides Hermione and Ginny, and I didn't think I could make any comparisons there. Ginny had been sexual, but not like Melody, and I had been in a different place then, not that I wanted to think about it.

By the time Melody reappeared Draco had me half undressed and was kissing me passionately. The view of the two of us only seemed to inspire her further.

I should probably add that she had changed out of her club clothes, and had returned to us in only her bra and panties, and they made her look even hotter. As Draco continued to kiss me she ran her hands around my front, and began to undo the buttons at my waist. I tried to protest, but it was half hearted because my ego was taking over, and having two people touch me, and kiss me, and undress me made me feel incredible. Perhaps I should have found some common sense right then, but I didn't. In fact, I figured, that if I was going to be standing there in my underwear, with my arousal plain to be seen, then Draco was going to have to be the same and I tugged at his pants as well. When they were down, and I could see his rod straining against them I let Melody take my hand and drag me to her bedroom, just as I took Draco's.

She collapsed onto the bed first, beckoning to us both with bedroom eyes and a flick of her tongue. Draco went to her first, forcing his mouth down on hers, pushing her backwards till he could crawl over her. Not to be outdone, I slipped my body in behind hers, so that she lay, back pressed to my chest as my lover hovered over her. I slid my hands around to her chest and began to knead at her breasts, to which she began to moan even as Draco's mouth covered hers. In no time she had slipped her arms from her bra, and cast it away, encouraging me to continue my attentions to her. Draco's hands soon covered mine and he reached past her to kiss me as roughly as he had kissed her. The feeling of his tongue forced into my mouth only increased the ferocity of my grasp on her, and she began to writhe against me, only furthering my passions.

"Please." She practically panted the word; "there's condoms in the drawer." She motioned to the bedside table.

"Harry?" Draco was looking at me, half unsure, half pleading. The look in his eyes practically oozed passion, and the wound taunt muscles across his chest and arms made me feel weak. My hands moved down to Melody's hips as I looked at Draco.

"Yes." He forced himself against my mouth again, having received the permission he sought, and as he slid off his underwear I slid off Mel's and began to touch her. Her body was hot, and she shuddered with every stroke I ran over her, grinding herself against me. When Draco took her she cried out, raising her arms up to lock over my neck so that I could feel every thrust he cast into her. Draco was beautiful and so was she. Watching the passions build on his face, touching his body as the muscles grew ever more tense; it was beyond erotic, it was desperate. With my hands on his hips I felt every stroke as he came and it made me want to join him. Mel understood. She slipped away from him, turning herself to face me, and roughly pulled off my underwear as well. The condom she slipped over me was handed to her by Draco, who proceeded to kiss me even as he let his own orgasm fade. Then she climbed on top of me, and began to gyrate and work herself over my body, taking me deeply and twisting so that I felt every sensation of her heat and desire. It took only moments for her to bring me to my climax, and then join me, finally collapsing on top of me, our bodies glistening with perspiration. Draco lay down beside me, and turning my head to him I shared kisses with he and Mel, over and over as I felt them both breathing heavily, matching my own gasps I might add. Spent, we fell into a silence of careful touching and mingled bodies where sleep finally found us.

A shrill ringing woke me, well, Melody and I, Draco slept right through it. A Muggle telephone, I recognized the sound. Melody rolled out of bed and wrapped herself in a robe before stumbling out of the bedroom. I'm not sure if she realized I was awake or not, because I didn't immediately follow her, but my clothes, or most of them were still in the living room, so I thought that I had better retrieve them, and Draco's, because eventually we were going to have to go home. I didn't mean to eavesdrop, but she had started her conversation before she saw me, and I honestly thought that it wouldn't have anything to do with me, so I wasn't concerned.

"Hello?" I heard her talking.

"Oh, hi Jeanie. I'm well, thank you, how are you and Papa?"

"Yes I did get your letter about the new job, congratulations."

"No, I don't think anyone noticed the bird." – Now what the heck did that mean? –

"No, I have company right now. Maybe I could meet you for lunch somewhere? Are you in town?"

I stepped around the corner of the hallway, curious. She saw me from her spot, curled up on the couch and smiled at me. She was still beautiful, even with her rumpled hair. In fact she looked even more beautiful because she seemed so natural, her knees drawn up to her chest, one shoulder of her robe slipping down to expose her white skin, and the sparkle of her eyes.

I crossed in front of her to find my shirt, she reached out to brush her hand along my side.

"Came in on the train? I hope the ride was nice."

"I know you don't know London Jeanie. I'm surprised you figured out the pay telephone." That remark made me stop dead from pulling my shirt over my arm. I turned to look at Melody, wide eyed. She turned a little pale.

"Look Jeanie, I'll meet you in front of Nelson, anyone in London can get you there. Give me till one." And she hung up the phone, never taking her eyes off of mine.

"Morning Harry." She tried to sound casual, but her voice cracked.

"Melody? What's your last name?" I had a horrible, sinking, queasy feeling in my gut.

"Lessing? Why."

Oh Bloody Hell!