Rating: M
Pairing(s)/Character(s): Harry/Draco/Hermione
Warnings: Sexual Content
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em - not making any money off 'em. Dern it.
Word Count: 553

Notes:

30 Day OT3 Competition/Challenge: Day 8 - Laughter

Pokemon Trading Card Collection Challenge: Azelf - Bonus Shiny - Focus on the theme of Willpower, or a lack of willpower, in your story.

Greek Mythology Category Competition: Centaurs - Alternatively, write smut


Draco and Harry both felt laughter bubble up and out of them. They stopped when they realized Hermione wasn't joining in with them. "You're joking, right?" Draco asked, aghast.

"Of course she's joking. She wouldn't do that to us," Harry said, certainty clear in his voice, even though his eyes showed a different story of what he truly thought. He knew if Hermione wanted to, she could be truly evil.

Hermione smirked. "Oh, I am so not joking. Until you see it my way, no sex for either of you. At least not with me. You'll just have to entertain each other, which I'm sure you'll manage without any problem.

She waved and walked out of the room.

Draco and Harry were left with their mouths gaping like fish.

"Is this actually happening?" Draco asked, a tremor in his voice.

"Yeah," Harry answered. "I love sex with you, but no Hermione?"

Draco looked at his lover. "She won't last. She loves sex with us as much as we love it with her. If she sees, or even hears, the two of us together, she'll want to join in."

"Do you think?"

Draco nodded. He hadn't been sure at first, but the more he thought about it, the more he realized he was right. Hermione craved their bodies just like they craved hers. She wouldn't be able to make good on her threat.

It was only a matter of time.


Hermione closed her eyes, trying to block out the sounds that Harry and Draco were making in the bedroom. She had to be strong, but her core was aching as she pressed her thighs close together. She felt the wetness pulling there already and yearned for something hard inside of her.

She took a deep breath. She used to have a lot of willpower. Where did it all go?

After a particularly loud groan from Draco, Hermione stood up. Okay, she had decided to withhold sex to make a point, but obviously the point hadn't been made, and she wanted her lovers.

She marched to the bedroom and eyed the entangled men. She quickly moved to the bed and climb onto it, sidling up to sit next to Draco—who was on top of Harry—and pressed a kiss to the blond's neck.

Draco chuckled. "I'm impressed. You lasted longer than I thought you would."

Hermione leaned down and kissed Harry eagerly.

When they parted, she gasped, "I need something inside of me. Now."

Draco moved off of Harry, and Harry sat up, lightly pushing Hermione down. "Then lay back and we'll take care of you good and proper," he promised.

She did so.

As Harry kissed her neck, Draco's fingers disappeared under her skirt and beneath her knickers. When they dipped into her wetness, gently plunging a finger within her, Hermione arched and moaned into Harry's hair.

Harry cupped her breasts and kneaded them as his lips traveled to her mouth, and she eagerly returned his passion, her right hand moving on its own accord and finding his hard prick by her thigh.

She gave it a light squeeze, grinning in the kiss as he groaned and thrust into her hand.

Yes, she made the right decision.

Changing her mind about her threat was so worth it, and she couldn't wait for more.