A/N:
This chapter is simply unadulterated smut that has little to nothing to do with the plot line and can be skipped for those of you more interested in plot than porn. I liked the scene, and since I've had some of you impatient people asking for at least a hint of lemon I decided to oblige. After all, even our conspirators deserve a little recreation sometimes, and oh what those naughty heroes of ours get up to! grins evilly and rubs hands together
P.S. – If the idea of group and/or bisexual sex squicks you then skip along to the next chappy, won't you? Flames keep me warm but I prefer to keep them in the fireplace where they belong, so before you send one bear in mind that you were warned and proceeded anyhow, and therefore deserve what you get for your own stubbornness.
It was dark, with a heavy, spicy fragrance in the air, smoke blowing in from hidden places and pounding gothic music moving the dancers on the floor, lights flashing and strobing in time. They watched the dancers for a few minutes, accepting shots of firewhiskey from a passing waitress who had Draco thumb the charge slip to access his Gringotts account for the tab magically. The music was compelling and soon they found themselves out . on the floor gyrating and grinding to the hypnotic beat. Time seemed to pause, and Hermione felt as though everything was suspended in a throbbing haze of music and liquor. She was on at least her sixth fire whiskey and knew Draco had outstripped that long ago. She looked at him with slitted eyes, wanting nothing more than to climb him right there on the dance floor and wrap her legs around his waist. He saw her look and his eyes flashed. He yanked her against him, their bodies grinding in a sensual parody of the sex act that sent them both further into the haze.
Draco looked around as the song changed, the slight alteration of the heavy beat bringing him out of the trance he'd fallen into. He didn't see Hermione at first, then caught a glimpse of her kohl lined eyes and scarlet lips about six feet away, dancing with her eyes glazed and staring at the ceiling. He started to work his way over to her when a girl who looked strangely familiar gyrated into her from behind, bumping them slightly. Hermione looked over her shoulder in slow motion, and the girl turned, moving her dance to curve into Hermione's back, one hand coming to wrap over her waist. His breath caught at the blatantly erotic scene as Hermione simply let her head fall back onto the girls shoulder, her body never pausing in its gyrations, uncaring who her partner was. He finally made it to her, pressing against her front as the other pressed against her back. The other girl seemed as dazed and lost in the music as they, and she only reached for the front of his shirt, pulling him closer to Hermione.
They danced like that, losing themselves, losing time, losing everything to the spicy scent of the air and the floating billows of smoke. Draco felt a hand on his back, and looked around to see a phial of glowing blue potion being brought to his lips by a tall, powerfully built man dressed in club clothes. It never occurred to him to resist when his jaw was pulled down and the potion poured in before the man resumed dancing against him, reaching to take the hand of the woman who was behind Hermione, holding a similar phial to her lips. He watched her drink it down, some residual bit of logic telling him this was probably the Blue Bliss potion Zabini had been referring to, then the world exploded. His eyes unfocused, his body convulsed in pleasure so close to orgasm that he wasn't sure it wasn't, and his mind flew into the void. He vaguely heard Hermione cry out also, then suddenly all his senses seemed to sharpen by a factor of ten. He could see every pearl of sweat on her skin, every ripple in her muscles as she jolted in reaction to the potion. He vaguely registered that the other two were downing similar phials, but his real attention was caught when the womans hand cupped Hermione's breast, and her only reaction was to moan and thrust her hips at Draco. It was so incredibly erotic, so amazingly sensual. His hand lifted and caught the other one, making her eyes fall closed. He felt teeth close on the back of his neck and gasped, as much at a loss to care whose teeth, or why as she seemed to be. He saw her eyes flutter open as the woman licked the side of her neck, and her pupils dilated, fixed on him, and he realized someone was doing the same to him, and it was amazing. Slowly her hand rose and she turned his face to the side, and someone was kissing him, he could no longer concentrate enough on seeing to know who it might be, he only responded, dueling with teeth and tongue, then turning back to Hermione who seemed to be almost hyperventilating with arousal, one hand gripping his shirt, the other sliding up and down the thigh of the woman in back of her who was still fondling her. Dazed he mimicked her action, turning her head to the side and the woman obligingly kissed her deeply. He groaned, his cock so hard at the sight he could barely breathe. The kiss was going out of control, he helped the woman turn Hermione so they were pressed together, consuming each other as he pressed himself along Hermiones back, now fondling her breast, and sliding his hand between her thighs from the back. She cried out, and he realized his fingers had just tangled with someone elses at her core and he bit her shoulder hard as he realized the other hand must belong to her other dance partner. The other woman was staring at Hermione in a daze of lust, and Hermione grabbed her head, kissing her frantically.
"Oh bloody fucking hell," Draco groaned aloud at the sight. He could come just from watching but he wanted more than that. He felt someone tugging his hand and stumbled backward, bringing them with him by his hand in her dripping center. Suddenly they fell back onto something soft and yielding and a hand closed over his erection, pumping slow and strong. He shuddered, and his eyes rolled back in his head, dizzy with pleasure. It became confused after that, he was kissing someone again, but the taste was different than Hermione, or perhaps it was more than one person, and a hot mouth engulfed his throbbing cock, but it wasn't Hermione because dear Merlins bloody balls her mouth was between the other womans open thighs and she was licking, and it was too much, way too much and he exploded frantically, and she was looking over her shoulder at him, and the same frantic arousal was in her gaze as she looked at him, and she was chanting, he couldn't hear it, but her lips formed the words, "oh yes, dear gods yes" over and over, and the fog descended again.
It was all flashes after that, mouths and hands and pink female flesh and cocks and hands and mouths and he was holding her head as she bobbed up and down on his member and he felt something hot and hard probe between his cheeks, and when it entered he shouted in shock, then in pleasure as something seemed to explode inside him, and it was a different set of lips on his cock and Hermione's were on his, kissing him madly.
"Oh gods Draco, so amazing, looks so incredibly amazing," she whimpered, and he groaned and lifted her bodily so he could plunge his tongue into her wet folds, and then it was perfect, all the sensation he could handle all at once, and it went on and on. He lost count of the number of orgasms he had, and watched Hermione have. He didn't care who or what he was thrusting into or who was thrusting into him, there was only pleasure, it was bliss, and they were both lost to it.
Hermione awoke slowly, her eyes slowly adjusting to the low light. She frowned at the color of the ceiling above her. The mansion had white ceilings; this was red. She turned her head, moaning at the stiffness in her neck and jaw, and saw red drapes enclosing her, no, not just her…she saw Draco's platinum blond strands off to the left mixing with deep auburn, and tried to puzzle it out. She turned the other way to be confronted with deep ebony locks in rippling waves, and suddenly realized that these were people other people they were tangled with, and she sucked in a breath of shock. Oh gods, they were naked, all of them naked, and ….she smirked, then tried to clap it off her face. No, she was not smirking over what happened, what she was remembering had happened, but Merlin it had been incredible and, damn, smirking again. She didn't realize she'd said that aloud until Draco's head raised and he looked around, dazed. His eyes rested on hers finally and he yawned and smiled.
"Hello love, you're awake early. How do you feel?" She winced, then smirked again, unable to help herself.
"Sore, actually if you want the truth. Umm, you seem awfully calm." He yawned and reached over to take her hand.
"I don't know about you but I'm still half asleep, and I really would prefer to finish out the night in my own bed. Do you want to take your little plaything with us or leave her here?" She looked down to see that her hand was wrapped securely around the ebony haired girls round breast and flushed.
"I think I'd prefer to leave by ourselves if you don't mind. You wouldn't happen to know where our clothes went, would you?"
"I think they're over there." They both started at the sleepy masculine voice from the head of auburn hair on the other side of the bed. "Nice meeting the two of you, and all, but I'm going back to sleep. I'll tell Veronique you left your complements, she sleeps like the dead."
"Ah, yes, well, thank you…"
"Will," he offered, smiling. "I'm Will, that's Veronique. This place has a tendency to make good manners moot. I think it's a combination of the potions in the air, and that new Blue Bliss Zabini has been peddling. Don't worry if you don't remember everything right away, took us about a week to recall it all. We come back about once a month for it now. It hits like a trolls club, but once you remember what you did you thank Merlin for the memory." He grinned slowly at Draco and Hermione and laid back down. "I think the bastard might deserve extra for the stuff in gratitude for tonight. Hopefully we'll see you two around again, the press stay away for fear Zabini will kill them and hide the bodies, and hopefully your carriage had sense enough to leave. Theres an apparation point in the back by the restrooms, I'd take that."
Draco tossed Hermione her dress and boots, and donned what pieces of his clothing he could still find.
"Thanks for the advice, Will, and we will apparate out to skip the hordes. How did you know about the carriage?" Will picked his head back up off the pillow and blinked, obviously trying to clear his head.
Oh, that. We were in line when you arrived, besides, anyone who went to Hogwarts can recognize the Malfoy crest, even a lowly Hufflepuff like myself. I was a third year when you lot graduated. Granger and Malfoy, the way the two of you tangled we always wondered if there wasn't more to it than met the eye."
"Good Lord." Hermione blinked, then shook her head. "Will, I think I need to get home and get some more sleep. Thank you for, well, just thank you." He chuckled and let his head drop back to the mattress, asleep again within seconds. Draco and Hermione made it to the apparition point in the back with no problem and arrived in the main hall of Malfoy Manor with a groan.
"Gods I think my head is going to explode if I try anything like that again soon," Draco admitted, pinching the bridge of his nose. Hermione was occupied taking deep breaths to keep her stomach contents down.
"I hate side along apparition but I think I would have splinched myself otherwise. I am never apparating drunk again, never. Do you want a bath first or just some sleep? I really am not up to talking about what happened tonight…." She trailed off at his puzzled look.
"Talk about what? Gods woman, I'm too tired to reminisce right now. Sleep now, bath later, please. You aren't the only one who's a bit sore, you know."
Hermione decided they must both still be quite drunk to be so calm and allowed him to pull her up the stairs where they both collapsed into bed. Sleep happened in seconds.
The sunlight coming through the French doors to the balcony woke them several hours later, and just seconds after they both stirred there was a pop, and a pattering of footsteps.
"Mimsy heard the Master and the Mudblood whore come in very late, and Mimsy brings potions to help the Master and the Mudblood whore recover from a night of ridiculously common debauchery and the overabundance of drink." Hermione blinked at the foul words coming out of the mouth of the elf in such a tone of cheerful service. Draco groaned beside her and sighed.
"Thank you Mimsy, and in the future please simply address Hermione as Miss, if you would." The elf flapped her ears and smiled.
"Very well sir, if Master wants Mimsy to refer to the filth sullying Malfoy Manor as Miss, Mimsy will be happy to do so. Mimsy will draw Master and the Miss a bath as well. But you must takes the potions Mimsy brings for you or suffer the consequences of your night of common whoremongering."
"We will do so at once, I promise," he sighed, and she popped off, presumably to draw the bath.
"I'm sorry love, she doesn't mean it, truly. Honestly I really don't believe she has any idea what most of those words even means, she is just repeating what my father and mother used to say. That's why I keep most of the elves out of your presence, I haven't had time to see to their vocabulary yet." He risked a look over at Hermione who was busily downing potions.
"I know, it was obvious by her tone of voice that she had no idea that what she was saying was offensive, but by Merlin your family was a revolting bunch of bigots, weren't you?"
"You have no idea. No, perhaps you do, though you shouldn't. What's in those bottles?"
"Healing potion, hangover potion, pepper up I think and I've no idea what the last is but I feel lovely now."
"Good enough for me then, hand them over. I still feel like a hyppogriff is nesting in my skull. I haven't participated in a revel like that since, well, since Hogwarts really. Gods, I am getting old." She choked a bit, and gave him an astonished look.
"You mean you aren't angry with me, or shocked, or…" she trailed off at his blank look.
"Well, I suppose I'm a bit surprised, I didn't know you liked a girl on occassion after all, but it's just sex, love, what's to get upset over?"
"Draco! We both had relations with other people, and not just one other either or, oh bother you have no idea what I'm on about, do you?" The last was said in a tone of resignation, and he shrugged, then suddenly slapped his forehead, a grin breaking over his features.
"Of course! You're Muggleborn! I should have realized shouldn't I, that you'd have some of those odd Muggle attitudes towards sex. I've simply know you for so long and you seem so much a part of the wizarding world that I forget that you weren't raised with some of our culture and attitudes. Love, purebloods are far more accepting of sexual freedom than Muggles or even other wizarding levels of society. Maybe it's because we're all raised to believe that we should be allowed to do as we like from birth no matter what it is, or we are just more accepting, but something like last night is a rather common occurrence in younger pureblood circles. Granted we are technically a bit on the old side to be doing such things but only because most purebloods are married and locked into horribly restrictive Fidelius Charms by this point in their lives to secure legal heirs."
"So to you it's nothing to sleep with several people of mixed genders in a single night, not to mention all at the same time?"
"Well, not nothing certainly, that's what we would consider one hell of a good party." He laughed aloud and pulled her out of the bed, ignoring her scandalized look. "I didn't see you complaining last night, and there are memories coming back all the time. How did I not know you played both sides of the fence, anyway? Gods, had I known that at Hogwarts I might've got over my ridiculous prejudices quicker just so I could watch!" She gasped and smacked his arm.
"I might ask the same of you, you know. I never suspected, well, no I suspected in school, but before you started getting the reputation you did I thought for sure you had to be a pouf. After all, what teenaged boy looks so damned immaculate all the time?"
"One who had Unforgivables set on him for being anything other than that, thank you," he sniffed. "Rules for a Malfoy are not something you ever want to break, trust me. Do Muggles really think you have to chose what gender to have sex with? Isn't that terribly restrictive?"
"Oh, it gets worse. Most Muggles believe in only one partner at a time no matter what the circumstances, and many believe you should only have sex with one's spouse for the whole of one's life." He looked positively appalled and she laughed. "How did you manage to miss that living with them for a bloody decade?"
"I suppose it never came up. By the time I had changed enough to consider sleeping with a Muggle I had already found one I considered attractive, and I stayed with her for some time. Then when we parted ways I did play the field a bit, but I didn't even think about that sort of thing. I was too busy learning how to really live as a Muggle to concentrate on esoteric sexual mores. Wait a moment, does that mean you had never…" she flushed.
"Never been with someone of my own gender, never been with more than one person at once, never watched two people have sex, never taken any mind altering potions, shall I go on?" He shook his head.
"No, I think I get the picture. You seemed to enjoy yourself immensely, didn't you?" She flushed.
"I would say that was glaringly obvious, don't you think?"
"I suppose I shall have to be grateful to Zabini again then. Watching you was rather incredibly erotic. There is just something about two beautiful women pleasuring one another that does things to a mans mind." He smiled beatifically, and she splashed him with the bath water.
"That rather works the other way round, as well, come to find out," she admitted softly. "When I saw Will kiss you the first time I really thought I might burst into flames spontaneously. I'd no idea something like that would be that arousing. There really was no going back after that, at least not for me."
"I do vaguely recall that you seemed rather affected by it, though I didn't realize it was to that extent. So your Muggle upbringing didn't extend to prejudice against same sex coupling then?" She sighed.
"Oh, it tried to, and if you had asked me when I was sober I would have been appalled and disgusted, or at least convinced myself that I was."
"And now?" His brow furrowed, obviously concerned that she would now see him as less of a man for the previous nights acts.
"Now I think it was one of the most erotic things I've ever seen in my life. Actually most of the most erotic things I have ever seen I believe occurred last night. With one exception." He raised an eyebrow in inquiry.
"The first time I saw you standing at the window in the London flat, the one where I first found you. You were standing there in nothing but a pair of black lounge pants, your arms crossed, talking on your cell phone to someone, your hair just a bit mussed, and that look in every line of your body, the "I'm the God of all I survey" look. I think I realized then that you were the most incredibly handsome, sexually appealing man I had ever seen. I haven't had cause to second guess that opinion yet." His look was nothing if not smug and she whacked his shoulder before being pulled into his arms.
"I'll tell you a secret, Granger, shall I? I wanted you within ten minutes of seeing you again, and I determined that if you stuck around for any time at all I would have you. Took me a fair bit longer to convince you than I thought it would, but I finally got you, didn't I? And now you're mine, and while I may willingly share you occasionally, the important bits belong to me."
"Important bits?" He nodded and laid a hand on her heart, then her forehead.
"That loyalty, and intelligence, and" he seemed to choke for a moment before taking a long breath. "And love." It was the first time she had ever heard him say the word even in passing. It was also the last word he had the chance to say for several very pleasurable minutes after.