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Chapter 29

I'll Be Good

Waking up together in the soft light of the hotel room was a treat that Theo wanted to savour. The warmth of his lovers radiated from the bed and Theo let out a quiet sigh of contentment, not wanting to wake any of them.

He knew that this liminal time in the Muggle world would be over soon, so he tried to move as little as possible as he listened to all three of the others breathe softly. He could smell the floral scent of Pansy's hair and as she'd turned in her sleep to nuzzle into his chest, her arm wrapped around his waist as though she wished to bind him to herself.

Already done, my Queen, he thought. He'd spent years hiding their relationship, afraid that his interest in Slytherin's Queen would lead to Pansy being forced into a marriage contract that she didn't want, but things were so different now. This was a perfect thing that Theo couldn't bring himself to doubt in what was happening between them. It had all fallen into place better than he could have imagined all those weeks ago when their group was starting and Theo had begun his campaign for pleasure and bliss within their little quartet.

Everything was a thousand times more perfect than he could have ever dreamt. His past self getting piss drunk in the Nott Castle courtyard wouldn't have been able to conceive of the reality that Theo now found himself in. He pushed himself up one one elbow so that he could look over his gorgeous partners.

Hair spread out over the pillow, Hermione was stretched out in her sleep leaving Draco to sleep on the tiniest edge of the mattress. Theo choked back a laugh not wanting to wake them, but beyond amused at what Draco was willing to do for their little swot. If it had been just the two wizards in bed, Draco would have shaken him awake and made him move over. Draco would not have been gentle about it either.

Theo smiled. No one would ever imagine the delicate way that Draco treated their little princess. He worshipped her, not the way he worshipped Pansy, who demanded it, but differently. Draco's worship of Hermione was practically religious. It was as though the sun rose and set with her. She was an ideal of womanhood, a goddess in human form, as far as Draco was concerned. Theo couldn't disagree with that. Both of their witches were divine. Theo nestled Pansy's body against him and closed his eyes, wanting to get just a few more hours of sleep.

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Pansy woke up to Theo snoring softly into her hair. Mi was doing her best impression of an Acromantula, stretched out in every direction and Draco was missing. She could hear the shower running, so she presumed that that was where he must be. She couldn't imagine Reginald letting himself in to use their shower. She smirked at the thought, carefully extricating herself from Theo's hold. After giving Mi a light kiss on the temple, Pansy climbed over the other witch and slid onto the lushly carpeted floor, her toes sinking into the plush fabric. None of the rugs at Parkinson Manor felt so decadent on her bare feet.

This suite really was lovely. She ran her hands over the fabric wallpaper and hangings as she made her way to the bathroom. Draco was standing under the rain shower, his arms extended and hands against the tile wall, his long body stretched as he pushed forward, muscles rippling. It really was unfortunate that she wasn't interested in the entirety of what intercourse with men entailed, as she had two such pretty wizards at her disposal. She wondered if she could have been able to get over her initial distaste for the idea of being penetrated if it hadn't been for Yaxley. She supposed it was a moot point now.

Pansy tossed her bra to the side and stepped out of her ruffled shorts. Stepping into the shower area, Draco looked back in surprise.

"Oh, Pans, you snuck up on me." Turning, he stretched his arms over his head, pulling on his own fingers and rolling his shoulders.

"Sore?" Pansy asked, watching him contort himself into different shapes in curiosity.

"Yeah, I miss our magically expanded bed. I woke up because I fell out of bed. Can't believe you all didn't wake up, especially Hermione." Draco arched his back backwards and then leaned to the side as the hot water ran over his scarred chest.

"Mi's exhausted," Pansy let the warm water pool into her cupped hands. "I think being with the three of us is giving her the first good sleep she's had in months."

"Because we wear her out?" Draco smirked, stretching his shoulder to the right as the water washed over him.

"Utterly," Pansy laughed. "Wash my back?"

Draco smiled and nodded. "Of course, my queen."

"Theo calls me that, but you don't have to." she lightly smacked him on the arm.

"Whatever you say, my queen." Draco quipped.

Pansy's laughter was loud and carefree in a way she often wasn't.

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In the dining room, Reginald set out the breakfast and beverage service as the young Lord had previously instructed and couldn't help but smile at the antics of the young people who, despite clearly having a riotous time in London, were treating the suite with the utmost respect.

He certainly could appreciate that, so far the cleaning of the suite had been minimal. They weren't working the staff to the bone and seemed content with everything that they had been served.

They were a little odd, but good kids nonetheless. Being born to wealth ruined a lot of people, but these ones seemed alright to him and he'd seen a thing or two in his time.

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The weather in London was grey despite the warmth of summer and Hermione was worried that she had scandalised her Slytherins with the low-cut sundress that she pulled out of her purple beaded bag. They all stared awestruck, saying nothing as their mouths hung open.

It turned out that she was simply drawing their eyes to her chest with the new ink that now dominated her skin. The stack of books were surrounded with watercolour-like sparkles and clouds like magic itself had been carved into Hermione's flesh. She'd let Theo heal it before they'd gone out so she could forgo the bacitracin and plastic wrap.

"You are gorgeous, princess." Theo murmured, offering a kiss onto her shoulder, his teeth grazing the curve of her body.

She laughed lightly because she was a little nervous about their reactions. "You don't think it's too big?"

"No, never," Theo said, startled. "It's your body and you get to decide how to adorn it. You don't think the rose is too big do you?" He waved his hands over his own chest.

"Theo, it's your body and the rose is lovely."

"Exactly, Hermione! Exactly! It's your body and I love your taste. You like us after all." He kissed her on the lips teasingly, taking her bottom lip into his mouth and nipping her, while one arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her close.

Dressed and appropriately caffeinated, Hermione and her little horde of snakes ventured back out into Muggle London mid morning. The four of them walked along the embankment of the Thames. Cleopatra's Needle was a hit, but Hermione had known it would be.

The Purebloods looked like they were a band on tour, all in black, the boys with their tattoos on display, Pansy's shiny new nose stud and lolita dress with sparkling silver boots. They definitely caught the eye of passersby as they wandered through gardens and into the busy area around Trafalgar Square.

Their busy day yesterday had left them all exhausted and she couldn't even get Theo to completely be his excitable self at Waterstones, although he did pick up a few Muggle books while they were there. His Black Card once again set the staff to whispering. Pansy added some fashion magazines and a book on the history of embroidery to his pile. He stood around the front of the store with his Slytherin Queen while Hermione wandered off.

Theo looked over the displays near the front of the shop and hoped that Draco and Hermione would be done quickly. This place was nearly as busy as Flourish and Blott's on the Saturday before Hogwarts opening. He loved books, but there were a lot of crowds to acquire them. Muggles definitely didn't have owl order, but there had to be a way to order books to be delivered on the Muggle side of things.

Although…

"Excuse me," Theo interrupted someone stacking a hundred copies of the same memoir on the front table.

"Yes?"

"Do you have any books on simple experiments and projects with electricity?"

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Hermione found Draco staring at the art books on seventeenth century still-lifes from the Netherlands. She wasn't surprised actually and smiled that she was finally understanding who he was under the masks of Occlusion and Pureblood ideologies, the real Draco Malfoy.

She really liked him.

"Find something interesting?" She asked, wondering if his love of paintings had guided him here.

"We have some of these at the Manor. That style of painting." He gestured towards the books in front of him. "Only a handful in one of the lesser used wings, down a shadowed hall that had portraits of very distant relatives, most of whom had never woken up. I used to sit on the bench there to look at them - the little Muggle paintings. It was so strange to look at the unmoving portraits and bowls of fruit and wonder which of my ancestors had acquired them, especially since they were the antithesis of everything that I was told all my childhood."

She looked at him in surprise and really took him in: he'd rolled up his sleeves, showing off the space scene on his arm and was leaning against another shelf with his arms crossed. His hair was that same white blond that it had always been, but he no longer controlled it with too much gel, it went wildly in every direction, like Harry's but more artfully done.

He looked like he ought to be a model for a painting rather than the painter.

"I'd love to see them someday," she told him, without thinking.

"Granger, I wouldn't ever want to take you to the Manor, not ever again." He looked at her in such appalled shock that she realised where she had offered to go. "I mean I never want to go there ever again if I can help it."

The drawing room flashed before her eyes and Hermione could smell her own sweat for a second before shaking off the intrusive thought and trying to force a reassuring smile.

"Oh, yeah I guess I hadn't thought of that, maybe you could have your mother send some and we could hang them up in the Head Suite?"

Draco sighed in relief at that and nodded. He grabbed a couple of the thicker books on the topic, "Come on, Pans and Theo are probably ready to get out of here."

Theo was in fact ready to go. He was already in front of the cashier with his own haul, "Draco, put your books up here so I can pay for them."

"Theo, I can pay for my own books, you know," Draco pointed out.

"I know you can, but I want to use up all the cash that I pulled out for this trip." Theo's eyebrow was raised expectantly.

Draco sighed and added his books to the small stack of books and kits that Theo had picked out.

"Didn't you already buy some books?" Hermione asked.

"I have them here," Pansy said from the side where she was reading through a magazine, looking like one of the models on the cover, her hair and makeup perfect. She was gaining glances from men and women as she stood there. They probably thought she was a celebrity that they didn't recognize.

"I found some more I wanted," Theo stated, shrugging.

Hermione watched in amusement as Theo tried to tip the bookstore clerk an obscene amount of money while flirting audaciously with the pink-haired young man. He managed to get the young man to keep the money by walking away without it. Hermione snorted and smiled at the young man as Draco held the door for her, looking every bit as posh as he was as he led her out of the book shoppe.

Hermione guided the three of them out into Trafalgar Square and the masses of humanity there took even her aback a little. She forgot how much larger the Muggle population was than the magical one sometimes. People were racing in every direction as well as large herds of tourists wandering around looking lost. A man in an exceptionally garish track suit almost ran into Pansy and Draco growled at him. Hermione shook her head.

"Hermione, love, darling, princess," Theo began, looking a bit tight around his eyes as they looked around rapidly trying to take in all the churning crowds.

Hermione rolled her eyes at the multiple endearments and crossed her arms, wondering what Theo wanted that he thought required so much excess.

A little vulnerability cracked through Theo's mask. "This place is barely a step above Janus Thickney. I can't handle it after yesterday, which was such a long day. Would you be mad if we just went back to the hotel and had a lovely dinner and relaxed?"

Hermione looked around the crowded street outside and realised that if she was overwhelmed that this might be a little too much for her Purebloods.

She softened and smiled kindly at Theo. "Alright, yeah, we can go back to the hotel and enjoy a nice night in the posh splendour."

"Thank you, Princess," Theo whispered before kissing her hard. She shivered and took his hand, kissing the knot on the back of his wrist reassuringly. Theo shivered too.

It wasn't cold.

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Draco's head was on Theo's shoulder while Hermione was cuddled up into Theo's lap. Theo held the wine glass to Hermione's lips and she sipped the sweet white wine delicately. She felt like a hand-fed pet and wasn't sure that she was supposedly

Since returning to the suite, they'd been drinking wine and eating too many tiny cakes courtesy of their kitchen staff. Their empty wine bottles and picked over three-tiered trays showed the remains of their feasting. They all felt pleasantly satiated and they stroked on another absently as they cuddled together, except Pansy who was lounging on the chaise in front of the window sampling grapes and staring out at the city beyond the windows.

Pansy hopped up from her spot overlooking the river and smiled at the rest of them. "Some of the things I bought are going to be a surprise but I have this one I just can't wait to use."

Hermione looked up at her in surprise. "Now? I thought that we were relaxing."

"We have to head back to Hogwarts in the morning, so I want to make the best possible use of our time in this hotel." Pansy smiled, seductively. "Theo, Draco, get our princess ready. I'll be right back."

"As you wish, my queen," Theo replied, turning to Hermione. "Come here princess."

Hermione slid off Theo's lap, standing between his spread thighs as Draco's eyes hungrily drank her in.

Running his hands up Hermione's legs, Theo removed the thigh highs under her sundress by rolling them down achingly slowly. His fingertips tracing over her skin causing her to shiver. Theo pulled his focus to one of her legs as Draco took over rolling the stocking down her other. Hermione lifted one foot and then the other, allowing her wizards to remove the thigh highs the rest of the way. The delicate stockings were left abandoned on the floor.

Hermione raised her arms over her head and allowed her dress to be lifted by Draco's long fingers. The tips of his fingers ghosting along the side of her breasts, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.

Pansy returned to the room and Theo's cheeks flushed in excitement when he saw what Pansy was holding. In her left hand was a bright red wooden paddle. The veneer was sparkling in the light. When Pansy held up the instrument in the air, the three of them could see her name carved into the paddle, but the mirror image. Theo felt his cock harden as he realised that she was going to put her name on his arse this evening, that had to be what her plan was. He couldn't wait. It was only through sheer force of will that he wasn't jumping up and down like an excited toddler.

"All of you, bedroom now!" Pansy commanded them, wearing nothing but a small satin black slip and a devilish smirk.

Draco tossed a naked Hermione over his shoulder and walked toward the bedroom with Theo following closely behind. Her curls fell down the pale skin of his back and the giggles that spilled out of her put a smile on Theo's face as well. Hermione deserved to be filled with happiness that overflowed. Their perfect little witch was a treasure.

Theo purposefully made a mess as he stripped his clothes and threw them around the suite leaving a trail on their way to the bedroom like a child in a Muggle fairy tale leaving a trail of breadcrumbs. He doubled up on the glamour spells on his scars. He wasn't ready for Hermione to see them yet. She'd cry and he didn't want his bastard of a father to ruin the last night that the four of them were here in Muggle London.

Draco gently laid Hermione on the bed so that he could strip off his own clothes, kissing her lightly before he stepped away.

As soon as he reached the bed, Theo was all over Hermione. His fingers and lips were all over her skin, everywhere that he could reach. His touch was worshipful as though Hermione were a goddess. He made her feel so powerful, so desired.

Leaving kisses and light nips along her neck and chest, making her more wet with arousal as his fingers found her clit. Her back arched off the bed and her toes curled in pleasure, her moans loud in the quiet suite.

"Did I say that you could touch her Theodore?" Pansy snapped at him once she entered the room, a full glass of wine in one hand and her new paddle in the other.

"Noo." Theo smirked into Hermione's skin, his sapphire blue eyes meeting Hermione's amber ones with mischief. He was so excited knowing what would come next for him from his Queen, the punishment that he desperately yearned for from Pansy's hands. Someday he would be able to be hurt as often as he needed it. He needed the pain to turn his whirling thoughts off and Pansy could do that like no one else could.

Pansy sipped her wine glass and then sat it to the side with regret playing across her face.

"Then get off of her and wait until I tell you that you are allowed to." Pansy tutted as she slapped her new paddle against her palm. Pansy licked her lips in anticipation for the evenings activities which she had planned as they had lounged in the other room.

Theo whined softly as he climbed down the bed. He moved into position onto the floor, his knees grateful for the soft carpeting in the room since Pansy hadn't prepped this room with the charms that they needed for their play spaces in advance. His cock was hard and weeping against his taut stomach. Theo knew better than to touch it before Pansy gave him permission, the thought alone made him quiver in anticipation. It was tempting to be a brat just to court punishment, but Theo would never. He was Pansy's good boy.

Divested of his clothes, Draco approached the bed and his hands were itching to touch a needy Hermione. His fingers flexed, wanting to trail along her smooth skin and trace her beautiful chest tattoo with his tongue. He bit his lip as he imagined cumming all over her tits and then rubbing her cum into her new tattoo like an older marriage spell.

"Against the headboard Draco, place our princess between your legs and make sure hers are spread wide. Her back to your chest." Pansy instructed and Draco did as he was told.

Scrambling to the headboard, Draco scooped up Hermione and moved her so she would be flushed against his chest with his arms holding her around the middle. Draco moved Hermione's legs to have them rest atop his thighs while he was supported by the headboard. Once Draco had Hermione in a comfortable arrangement on his lap, he spread his own legs out, causing Hermione's to part wide open in turn.

Pansy approached them to inspect their position, nudging Hermione's legs further apart with her paddle, directing Draco to hold Hermione under her knees. Pansy had the blonde wizard spread their princess's legs further apart, opening her up even wider. Hermione whimpered from the stretch of her inner thighs. Pansy smirked at the noises coming from the brunette witch as she used the handle of her paddle to open up her slick folds. Pansy used the rounded end of the handle against Hermione's clit causing the witch to jump slightly in Draco's hold.

"Our princess is ready, good." Pansy was satisfied and Hermione squirmed further in anticipation for whatever Pany had planned for her. Pansy gave Hermione's cunt a quick smack causing a wet sound to echo in their room. "Patience princess, you've been so good for us and I'm going to make sure you're properly rewarded."

"Theodore, your face here, now," Pansy pointed to Hermione's glistening cunt with her paddle without looking towards Theo, keeping an eye on the panting witch in front of her. Theo sprang up to the bed like a wolf catching its prey, eager to enjoy a fruitful meal.

"Don't lick! Not yet!" Pansy stopped Theo with a quick hand rough in his curls, pulling his head back causing his breath to catch. His mouth was barely an inch away from Hermione's core, his breath blowing on her sensitive bud as Hermione shivered at the sensation.

"Here is what we're going to do," Pansy began positioning herself behind where he was kneeling in front of Hermione, "I'm going to spank you with my pretty new toy and every time I do you're going to give Hermione one lick to her pretty pink cunt. Understood?"

"Yes my queen, one lick for every hit," Theo's voice rumbled, making Hermione clench her achingly empty core as the vibrations of his voice played over the most sensitive bits of her skin.

"Good, and no fingers in her pussy. Understand? Only your mouth." And with that, Pansy brought the paddle down on Theo's arse. He moaned at the pain and promptly gave Hermione her first lick. The Gryffindor tossed her head back at the contact, resting against Draco's chest. The relief she needed lasted only a second and she needed more. Hermione tried to move her hips forward to get more friction, but Draco kept control over her body with his hands and kept her from chasing Theo's mouth.

Pansy gave three more strikes in quick succession, keeping a close eye on Hermione and Theo. Hermione was blessed with three more licks to her core from those smacks, and each one was a different intensity. Each hit Theo changed how rough or soft he would lick into her, causing Hermione to whine with want. Muttering and whimpering that she was willing to do anything to have Theo lick her faster and harder.

"Draco, keep our princess entertained while I work on Theo," Pansy ordered as she traced the faint outline of her name that started to show up on Theo's flushed ass.

Draco's cock had grown hard as Hermione writhed against him. He pressed her tighter against him to rut his cock against her back. Draco gently turned Hermione's face towards him so he could capture her lips in his. Draco reached one arm under Hermione's legs to continue holding them open for Theo, with one hand now free he reached for a nipple and began to twist and tweak it, alternating between her breasts Draco would manipulate the mounds of flesh as best he could.

Theo licked his way down Hermione's cunt as Pansy slowly pushed him further into the bed, her hand in between his shoulders. Pansy continued the wacks from her paddle, varying degrees of intensity.

Draco continued to kiss Hermione, he started to move along her neck and shoulders with small bites and licks. Each nip into her flesh had Draco telling her how good she was, how patient and obedient she was being for her next lick from Theo. He timed his own ministrations of her body during the breaks in between the licks Theo would give her, constantly keeping Hermione on edge. Draco continued to rock his hips and cock against Hermione's backside, rubbing himself off onto her. Draco took a quick look down at Theo in between Hermione's legs and moaned low at the sight.

As if Theo could sense Draco watching him, he opened his eyes and looked up as he continued to lick the fluttering pussy in his face. Theo stared into the blown out silver eyes of his male lover and smirked at the look of want and need on Draco's face. Theo's hips started to twitch, his weeping cock seeking some form of friction. Pansy's paddle continued to smack against his ass, Hermione's cunt leaking onto his tongue while Draco practically stared right into Theo's soul watching everything happen. Theo moaned into Hermione's pussy when one particularly hard wack against his bottom stuck. The intensity of the smack forced his face further into Hermione's pussy, his tongue pumping into her now instead of the licks he was awarding her with.

Pansy laughed at the sight of Theo's face pressed into Hermione's cunt. She could see Theo's jaw muscle try and work harder to make Hermione finally lose it from his mouth.

"You want Hermione to come, Theo, right? Take a few more, make them count." Pansy took a moment to pinch the reddest parts of Theo's backside as she watched Draco pluck at Hermione's nipples, noticing how the young Malfoy was struggling slightly with the hold he had their muggleborn in. Hermione didn't seem to notice much outside of the three Slytherins', her nails pressed into Draco's biceps surely to leave little marks on his arms after this. Her positioning looked a little awkward to Theo as he looked up at her meeting her eyes as he took a nice long lick and sucked at her clit. She must be trying to avoid mucking up Draco's new tattoo. Theo hummed into her wet cunt to reward her and was rewarded himself with a hard smack to his arse cheek and a gush of Hermione's creamy arousal.

Gods, she was fucking delicious.

At some point Theo's hands moved from gripping the bed to holding onto Draco's thighs, Theo's fingers marking themselves into the delicate porcelain skin. Theo knew that his arse had to be red now and that the cheek that Pansy was favouring likely had her name in stark relief. He hummed in pleasure as he revelled in the knowledge that if she didn't heal him, it was going to be painful to sit for days.

Theo sucked at Hermione's swollen bud, his tongue writing runic spells there, spells of possession and love and desire and fertility. He wanted their witch to be theirs forever. He couldn't imagine the three of them without her anymore. And with a roll of his tongue, Hermione nearly flew off the bed with the strength of her orgasm.

"Excellent job Theo," Pansy said as she admired the sight of Hermione writhing in blissful relief. She let him continue to work her through her orgasm until the little Gryffindor came down from her high.

Pansy tugged Theo up by his curls, "Let me taste."

Theo kneeled up to give Pansy a kiss, his tongue heavy with the taste of Hermione and Pansy savoured it as she licked her witch's cum from his chin and lips. Pansy's eyes met Theo's and both of their pupils were blown wide.

"You did so good," Draco cooed to a panting Hermione.

"Yes she did," Pansy said in a sultry voice, "I think she deserves another reward. Draco, fill up our princess."

"Yes, my queen," Draco said, sitting upright and repositioning the witch in his arms to line up his hard aching cock with her sopping wet cunt. Her arousal coated her inner thighs and had made a wet spot between his legs. Her back still against Draco's chest, Hermione sank down on Draco's length and he groaned into her shoulder from how amazing it felt to be surrounded by her dripping wetness while she gasped at being filled by him.

Draco began thrusting up into Hermione, an arm wrapped around her middle to support her, his other hand at her breasts, fingertips skating over her brightly coloured new tattoo.

"As for you dear Theo, you get to use that tongue on me now," Pansy ordered, giving Theo's lips one last lick and pulling back to prop a leg up on the bed to expose her own wet cunt under her slip.

"As you wish my queen," Theo said, sliding off the bed to kneel in front of her, shucking the hem of her slip up to take her into his mouth. Pansy hissed in pleasure and gave Theo a sharp tug at his curls, eliciting a vibration of hums against her cunt. Her sharp nails made him shiver as they ran over his scalp.

"Make me come and I'll let you fill up our princess when Draco is done with her," Pansy said and Theo began laving his tongue all over her core in earnest.

The bedroom was filled with deliciously obscene noises. Draco was playing Hermione like one of his lap harps, he had moved a hand to her sensitive clit and continued to pinch at her nipples and bite down at her neck while thrusting up into her, her whines and slick cunt was the sweetest noise the Slytherins had ever heard. Pansy too began humming in pleasure as Theo dutifully worshipped her cunt.

Draco felt Hermione clenching around him, nearing another orgasm. "Gods yes Hermione, come for me now, come on my cock," he groaned into her ear, snapping his hips faster to chase his own release with her.

The thought of Hermione coming again so quickly because the boys took such good care of her was bringing Pansy to her climax, she could watch their princess come for hours. She wanted to push her limits, see how many orgasms it took for the brilliant Gryffindor to blackout from pleasure. Pansy came with a cry thinking about all the ways she could play with Hermione. Theo's hands gripped Pansy's hips to steady her as she rode his tongue.

Hermione opened her eyes at the sound of Pansy cuming and she saw her witch, powerful and in control as she used Theo for her pleasure. It pushed Hermione over the edge and she came again, clenching down on Draco's cock and the sensation made Draco come too, shooting his seed inside of her.

Satisfied, Pansy pulled Theo away from her and stroked his cheek with her nails. She could see his cock, red and weeping and desperate for attention. She thought he absolutely deserved his turn with Hermione, he had done so well. But first she wanted to check with their princess.

Crawling onto the bed, Pansy went to Hermione, flushed and still impaled on Draco's cock, Draco was also sweating, his still eyes gleaming with desire for their witch.

"How are you princess?" Pansy cooed to Hermione, "Did Draco take good care of you?"

Hermione could only nod her head, eyes glazed and head in the clouds from her orgasms.

"That is good, you've taken such good care of us the past few days, you deserve this. And I think Theo deserves a reward too, do you want to give Theo a reward for being so good to us? Do you want him to fill you up just like Draco did?"

"Yes, please," Hermione whimpered and a smirk grew on Pansy's face at how insatiable their Golden Girl was. She absolutely deserved to be spoiled by their tongues and fingers and cocks. They'd keep her drowning in pleasure and desire until she couldn't imagine life without them.

"Good girl, saying please," Pansy said before pressing a deep kiss onto Hermione's lips, grabbing both sides of her face, her tongue invading the witch's mouth. Hermione kissed her back with force, cupping her witch's face and Pansy chuckled.

"I'm here, Mi. I'm not going anywhere," she reassured the desperate witch. Draco helped Pansy pull Hermione up from his cock, Hermione paid no mind to the cum dripping down her inner-thighs, completely hypnotised by Pansy's lips and crawling with Pansy to the centre of the bed.

The wizards stared in awe at their witches, how the lioness was tamed by the snake's lips, completely surrendering control. Pansy wrapped her arms around Hermione and pulled her on top of her and the witch began kissing down Pansy's body, making her way down her chest and pulling down on her slip to reveal her breasts, latching down onto a nipple.

"Mmm, yes princess just like that, you're so thoughtful taking care of me. Keep doing that while you let Theo take his reward," Pansy snapped her fingers at Theo who once again leapt up to the bed from where he was patiently kneeling on the floor.

Theo came up behind Hermione and pulled her hips up to tilt her arse up in the air, exposing her ruined core up to Theo, glistening wet and filled with Draco's seed. The sight turned him feral, he needed to be inside her right now and fuck her with Draco cum inside her. He knew her cunt needed no other preparation, she would be so wet and soft and swollen for him. He slid his aching cock into her, burying himself to the hilt.

Hermione moaned into Pansy's nipple, her face pressed into the witch's breast as Theo elevated her hips even more so he could fuck her. And gods did he fuck her. Everything felt so good, his raw arse burning in pain, the hot dripping cunt wrapped around his cock. He pounded into her like a madman, taking his reward.

Pansy felt Hermione's tongue slow down, her body becoming limp as Hermione was fucked mindless by Theo. Draco had settled himself near the witches, pressing tender kisses to Pansy's temple, a stark juxtaposition to the aggressive pounding Hermione was taking so well on top of Pansy. Theo's hand ran down Hermione's spine, gripping the back of her neck as she moaned loudly. Draco and Pansy enjoyed their front row seat to Theo having his way with her. Hermione was dripping onto Pansy, a mixture of her arousal and Draco's cum on her abdomen. The rough fucking that Hermione was taking was causing the two witches' breasts to rub together and Pansy found the friction on her nipples lovely. This was a first for her and she couldn't wait to repeat it.

They were all so different, all experienced, well except Draco - but he was coming along nicely, and gave pleasure so uniquely, that's what made this all so special.

Hermione's body was limp as though she had turned into viscous liquid instead of a woman. She'd lost track of her orgasms long ago. Theo's body was taking her to new heights of ecstasy at the moment and Hermione began to sob. Through her tears, it looked as though the air around the four of them was filled with a golden glow.

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Knowing that it was their last night together in Muggle London made it increasingly difficult for Hermione to sleep. She woke up nearly every quarter hour and sat up to stare at her lovers. The school year at Hogwarts was going to be so different than the summer.

She found herself dreading it, more than she had feared anything since she had obliviated her parents. What if they didn't want her when faced with the vitriol of their peers? It was doomed to be ugly when what they had nurtured together over the summer was exposed to the wider Wizarding World. She could just imagine the headlines that Skeeter would write about the four of them. The scandal would be too good for her to ignore, even with the threat of getting put back in the jar. "Golden Girl in the Snake Pit '' or "Potter's Muggleborn Courts Multiple Pureblood Heirs in Hunt for the Biggest Vaults" seemed the most likely angles that she would take. She was certain that Draco and Pansy's probation could be impacted by that kind of attention from the public. The whole thing made her heart clinch painfully.

Her despair at the potential loss of this was visceral. She didn't know how to live without the four of them together anymore. They were like puzzle pieces made out of broken crockery, somehow they just worked.

She'd be so good if they could just stay together.

The universe owed her this.

Them.

But what if they didn't feel the same?

Hermione tried to sleep again, but her worries continued to torment her, like little shots of the Cruciatus curse to her heart.

Eventually sleep took her.