Eleven
Hermione had always found it strange how the Muggle library was always emptiest on the weekends, but the opposite was true for the Magical library.
The book in front of her was a refreshing change from the usual dusty monochromatic heavyweights that wizards were so used to. She could hold it up with one hand, and the colorful pages almost made her feel better.
She basically had chosen her flat on the basis that it was almost equal distance to the Ministry and to her favorite library. However, the Muggle library had remained forgotten and she didn't visit it nearly as much as she wished. But it was Saturday and she had all the time in the world.
Especially since neither Harry nor Draco had contacted her since her awkward escape on Thursday, so she woke up early for no reason and walked a few miles to the old building; the library she knew before being a witch. Hermione knew she had always been a witch, but sometimes it was easier to imagine she had simply become one.
As she read the vinyl pages, she couldn't believe she had neglected all the Muggle literature when she researched polyamory relationships. She had read thousands of pages about the history of wizards' relationships but not one on Muggles. She had come here in hopes that something would help her.
Though, she already knew what was wrong. She just wasn't sure she knew how, or if she could get over the overwhelming feeling that has settled in her gut.
The reality of what they had been doing hit her really hard when she felt both their hands on her breasts, and part of her definitely wanted to keep going, but another, louder part told her it was too much, too soon.
If you can't even handle them touching your breasts how are you going to handle a relationship?
A ball of fear and anxiety grew larger on the pit of her stomach at the thought and she just had to stop.
This was all her idea, and she should be able to handle it gracefully, at least more than them.
But what if she couldn't? What if she made them start this crazy, almost ridiculous adventure with her and she couldn't follow through?
Hermione knew realistically that all this pressure was just in her head and they wouldn't really blame her. But it didn't make it easier.
Disappointing but not unsurprising, the Muggle book had basically the same information as the Magical ones. Hermione sighed.
Her mobile beeped and she almost twisted her hand when she went to retrieve it from her pocket. Only two people ever texted her; her mom, and Harry.
'Hey Hermione, sorry I didn't get in contact sooner; I was preparing the date with Draco. I'm expecting him any second now. Let's get together tomorrow yeah? Love, Harry. '
She breathed in relief. She had thought maybe he was upset or something. She wondered what they were doing.
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Harry heard the Floo rustling and immediately grabbed the prepared bag he had on the floor. A few seconds later, Draco was stepping out of the green flames.
He looked around as he dusted himself off. "This is much smaller than I imagined," he commented.
"Hello to you too," Harry replied sarcastically.
"Sorry," Draco said, still looking around curiously. "It's just that my mother had told me about this place and I always had a different picture of it in my head."
"Oh," Harry had forgotten that Draco wasn't just Draco Malfoy. He was Draco Malfoy Black, and 12 Grimmauld Place where they now stood had belonged to the Black family for centuries before Sirius gave it to Harry. Narcissa Malfoy probably spent part of her childhood in that very living room.
"I should have invited you sooner," Harry tried to sound apologetic, but he was in a hurry. "But right now we need to take the Portkey before we miss it."
Draco's left eyebrow rose in interest. "Portkey? Where are you taking me?"
Harry smiled and took the other man's hand, placing a sickle on his palm and covering it with his own. "You'll see."
They prepared themselves to feel that familiar pull behind their navels, but after a few seconds of anticipation, it didn't come. Draco looked down at their joined hands.
"Are you sure you made it right?"
Harry sighed. "Yes, I'm sure."
"I know you're rich, and I am too, but I would never use money to make a Portkey." Draco shook his head and Harry ignored him, focusing on the clock hanging on the wall.
"Ah, we still got a couple of minutes left," he announced and made to take his hand back. Before he could, Draco pulled him forward, hard, making Harry crash against his body in a not so graceful fashion.
His protests were swallowed by a rough kiss that almost made him lose his balance again. Draco cradled his head with one hand while the other still held onto his hand, and his lips were frantic, almost desperate as they coaxed Harry's open, letting himself in and making Harry question his own sanity because he was sure he had gotten used to Draco's kissing by now, but this made him feel like it was the very first time.
When the Portkey activated, Harry didn't even notice, as there were far too many feeling already pulling at his insides.
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Their feet landed on soft ground and Harry felt Draco start to pull away, but he just needed one more second to comfortably come down from a kiss like that, so he took a hold of Draco's robes, immobilizing him and nibbling at his lower lip until he was ready to let go.
They broke apart and Harry watched with delight as Draco's eyes grew in size as he realized where they were.
"This is…" he stated in shock and Harry nodded.
"Berlin's Stadium."
Draco turned to look at him, blinking a couple of times. "The Quidditch World Cup Final will be played here."
Harry raised his eyebrows as he smiled. "And it's all ours for the day."
Apparently Draco couldn't contain his grin as he looked around, taking in the immensity of the place. "How?"
Harry shrugged and tried not to sound too cocky. "Hermione would smack me if she heard… but sometimes it pays off to be The Chosen One."
Draco gave him a side look and smacked him rather weakly on the back of the head.
"Thank god I'm here when she's not," he said and then looked down at himself. "You should have told me we were coming here; I don't have my Quidditch robes."
Harry raised the rather large bag he was carrying. "All covered. Also, the last team to practice here said we could use their brooms and equipment."
Harry gave him a knowing look and Draco's jaw almost dropped. Almost.
"The French?" he exclaimed in disbelief and Harry nodded with a smile.
"Bloody hell, I hate those bastards! But they have the best brooms in the entire world. No one's even allowed to buy them, my father's been trying to get me one for years."
Harry laughed at the ridiculousness if it all; who would have thought he'd be the one to give Draco Malfoy an opportunity that no amount of money could buy?
"Let's go, then! I've got to see them." Draco grabbed Harry's hand and pulled him to the changing rooms.
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Hermione felt strange walking out of a library only an hour after getting there, but she couldn't get herself to be distracted by any book and she wasn't feeling any better. Maybe she just had to give it time.
She stopped by Diagon Alley on her way home to pick up some office supplies to get her through a weekend of working from home, when she stumbled into someone familiar inside Scribbulus Writing Instruments.
"Pansy," she greeted the other girl with a half-smile. "How are you?"
"Oh, hello." Pansy frowned for a moment, her enormous sunglasses riding down her nose a little before she relaxed her face. "It's so strange that we're almost close acquaintances now, isn't it? I'm good. How are you?"
Hermione nodded awkwardly. "I'm okay. I'm getting some stuff for work."
Pansy shuddered. "I hate this store, but I'm getting Theo a birthday present and he seems to adore these novelty Quills they have on special editions. He collects them."
Hermione watched the wrapped present in Pansy's hand and smiled. "Oh that's nice." She didn't really know how to interact with her, so she started to walk past her. "Well, see you later!"
"Granger, wait," Pansy exclaimed and Hermione stopped.
"You can call me Hermione." She replied, remembering that Pansy had done the same thing.
Pansy nodded. "Alright, Hermione. Can I ask you something?" Her voice was nice and sweet and Hermione wondered if it had changed over the years or it had always been like that, only in their youth Hermione could only hear the harshness in her tone.
"Um, sure?" Hermione answered, a bit nervous about where the conversation could go.
Without hesitation, Pansy asked, "What was that the other day?"
Hermione had been correct to suspect that this had to do with Draco and Harry "What do you mean?" she asked back, trying to sound confident.
Pansy rolled her eyes, or at least Hermione imagined she did; her sunglasses were so dark Hermione could barely notice anything behind them "I'm drunk, not stupid."
Hermione cocked her head to the side, confused. "You mean you were drunk?" she inquired.
Pansy shrugged. "Perhaps. In any case, don't play dumb with me."
Hermione sighed, already feeling tired and it was barely midday. "Why don't you ask Draco?"
The other girl crossed her arms over her chest and Hermione had the feeling she was losing patience. "Because I know him well enough to know that if he doesn't tell me on his own, pestering him about it it's useless. There was something weird going on that night. I just couldn't figure out if it was between you and Draco, or Draco and Potter."
Hermione had no idea what to say, but somehow that spoke way more than anything else she might have replied. Pansy's eyebrows rose very high in surprise and Hermione had never seen her express so much emotion before. Not while sober anyway.
The Slytherin girl wrapped her cold hand delicately around Hermione's wrist. "Let's go to lunch."
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"Watch it, Potter!"
Draco used his body weight to push Harry as far away from the Snitch as possible. The broom he was on was going so fast he could barely open his eyes, but the golden glint was unmistakable and he just knew he was going to get it before Harry did.
He felt familiar and almost nostalgic of his school days; the simplicity of playing Quidditch like it was the most important thing in his life, and trying to beat Harry like his life depended on it. Not like he ever succeeded anyway. Until now.
Harry suddenly was nowhere to be seen and Draco got nervous. Trust Harry Potter to learn some fantastic new maneuver only to use it against him on their freaking date. He should actually be a gentleman and let Draco win out of courtesy since this was his date.
But if he did, Draco would be outraged.
After a couple of rounds of playing one on one with just the Quaffle for scores, Draco suggested they forget everything else and just play to catch the Snitch. The stadium was unbelievably big and it was taking forever, but finally they had spotted it and it had been about half an hour of just chasing it around, one trailing after the other interchangeably. Draco was exhausted, but for once in his goddamn life he needed to get the Snitch before Harry. He was sure Harry was playing equally as hard and would not be beat easily.
The golden ball took an unexpected turn and Draco swore. "Fuck!" He made an abrupt turn too to follow it again, and saw Harry behind him, already going after the Snitch. Draco sped up as much as he could, feeling the skin in his face sting from the friction of the air. He was right behind Harry, and the fucker even looked over his shoulder and flashed him a charming smile. Draco almost felt his blood boil, his adrenaline through the roof and he sped up even faster, tilting his whole body forward, and thinking that two could play at that game. He was almost side to side with Harry and he could feel his eyes on him, but he wouldn't let himself get distracted by the other man, as much as he wanted to see him too. The Snitch was right in front of them and Draco started to stretch his arm towards it, holding onto his broom for dear life with his other hand. He felt Harry's shoulder against his own, his arm outstretched too and grunting with effort.
It all happened too fast; Harry's fingers barely brushing the Snitch before Draco leaned sideways and whispered his name in his ear, making Harry turn his head to look at him. Draco winked at Harry as his lips formed a seductive smirk, and Harry was distracted for long enough for Draco to take the lead, inching forward just a bit more and wrapping his fingers around the golden Snitch. When Harry looked forward again it was too late, and Draco started to descend to the ground without looking back.
"It looks great, doesn't it?" He asked Harry, holding the Snitch for him to see once he had returned too.
Harry looked partly shocked and partly upset. "You cheated!"
Draco placed the Snitch in his back pocket. "I did not cheat. I used every little thing I had to my advantage. So did you."
"That's just Slytherin code for 'cheating'. You know I would have gotten it first if you hadn't tricked me with your…your…" He didn't seem to find the correct word and Draco snorted, amused.
"Don't get your knickers in a twist, it's just a game."
Harry faked laughing, already removing his uniform. "You wouldn't have said that if you had lost." It was way too hot and Draco could see that Harry was suffocated as he pulled his shirt over his head. "At least I beat you with the Quaffle. You're a terrible Keeper."
Draco was about to argue that he was in fact not a terrible Keeper, but Harry kept talking and he kept removing more pieces of clothing.
"Let's face it, in a real game with other players, something like that wouldn't have worked, there's just too much going on and you learn not to get distracted as-"
"Harry," Draco interrupted him. "What the hell are you doing?"
The other boy look taken aback by the question, but then he followed Draco's line of sight straight to his body and he looked down at himself. "What?"
Harry had removed everything but his boxers and Draco could not believe that he had to point it out to him. Draco signaled at his lack of clothing and Harry just shrugged.
"Oh, I just thought we were finished and heading for the showers," he explained like it was obvious.
Draco frowned. "We're not in the showers, Merlin, I never took you for an exhibitionist."
Harry laughed and extended his arms out. "We're completely alone here."
Draco still thought it was completely insane, but Harry was coming closer to him and suddenly it was hard to focus on anything but his almost nakedness; his fit, sweaty, and unashamed nakedness. Harry could see Draco had gone tensed and smiled.
"Merlin, I never took you for a prude," Harry teased and Draco narrowed his eyes at him. He started removing his clothes too, eager to prove Harry wrong and have him stare at his naked form.
Draco got down to his boxers and faked total confidence. He stared Harry with a challenging expression, as if saying: your move.
Harry caught on immediately and stepped forward, closing the distance between them and embracing Draco, hands on his hips and pulling him against his body. Draco felt himself get instantly hard and he gasped, completely startled by Harry's boldness. His green eyes were shining with determination and Draco knew it was his turn to make a move, so he leant down and kissed him, wrapping his arms around his neck and feeling Harry's erection against his own.
Draco tried to forget the fact that they were basically naked and grinding against each other in a very open and very public place, he really did try, but he couldn't. Harry's tongue moving against his own was a maddening distraction, but in the end he knew that he couldn't go through with this here, and Harry didn't seem to want to stop anytime soon.
He broke the kiss and grabbed Harry by the shoulders, looking into his blown pupils. "You win. I'm a prude. Now take me to the showers."
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The unfamiliar animosity made Hermione feel strange, but she appreciated Pansy's gesture, so before she knew it, they were sitting in a posh café she had never seen before. Pansy ordered them mimosas and quiches and removed her sunglasses, staring at Hermione in curiosity.
"Do I really need to ask you to tell me?" Pansy said, sipping her drink.
Hermione felt a knot in her throat. She didn't think she was emotionally stable enough to talk about this, and with Pansy of all people. She was afraid she might break down crying, and having her witness that would be a living nightmare, so she remained quiet for a while, trying to gather her thoughts and strength all at once and hoping Pansy would take pity on her and change the subject.
The other girl sighed, feeling Hermione's reluctance to talk. "Look, I've been asking around for days and no one knows anything about what you three are doing, whatever that it. Not even your friends, and yes, before you ask, I did talk to them. All of them."
Hermione was equal parts impressed and scared. Pansy smiled knowingly.
"So I think it's safe to say I'm the only one who knows at this point, and there's clearly something bothering you about this subject," Pansy leant forward, her arms on the table. "You don't have to talk to me about it, but from my point of view, I'm your safest bet."
Pansy started eating, casually waiting for Hermione to make up her mind. She knew she had left her thinking, and Hermione was sure Pansy was just trying to manipulate her into spilling everything, but that didn't stop it from working. Sort of. Pansy already knew there was something going on for a while, and she didn't spread the rumor around like Hermione would have thought. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to get an outside perspective on their situation.
But she wasn't really sure how much to reveal. This was Draco's friend, after all, and he clearly hadn't told her for a reason. "What do you know?" Hermione asked after taking her first sip of mimosa.
Pansy looked at Hermione, mulling over the question and probably coming up with another way to get the whole truth out of her.
"Just what I saw. You and Draco were flirting, he and Potter were flirting, and until today I didn't realize you and Potter were also flirting. I thought that was just the way you got along, but your reaction to my questions tells me there's a couple of possibilities," Pansy held up one finger, her sparkling nail polish shining in the sun. "One; you and Potter both want to be with Draco and he hasn't made up his mind yet. This was my original theory because it would be such a Draco thing to do, to drag something like this out because he enjoys the attention far too much. Besides, you're both his type and it was only a matter of time before he tried to bed one of you."
Hermione hated that she enjoyed that someone who knows Draco so much would say she's his type. And Harry too. She fought the urge to smile.
"But," Pansy continued. "That wouldn't explain why you and Potter were also into each other. He did run off after you that night too. I thought he was just being your friend, but your other friends were there and they didn't follow you. Which leads me to the other possibility." She held another finger up and Hermione gulped.
"Draco really is trying to bed you both. At the same time. And you're all into it."
Well, that was close enough to the truth, even though Draco wasn't the one to incite the madness.
Hermione nodded weakly. "Something along those lines."
Pansy looked like she had just won the lottery, her lips spreading into a delighted smile and her dark eyes shining with mirth. "This is the best story I've heard all year."
Hermione frowned. "You don't even know the story yet."
"The basic plot is more than perfect enough already. It can only get better." She took another big sip of her drink. "So if you agreed to a threesome with Draco and Potter, why are you so glum about it?"
Hermione's cheeks got red, and she knew it shouldn't be this hard to tell people that she had been the one with the idea, and that it wasn't just a threesome. If they were ever going to be in a relationship out in the open, she would have to get over her embarrassment.
"Well, it's more like they agreed. It was my idea," she explained and Pansy clapped her hands together excitedly and nodded for her to continue. "We're trying to date. As in, something serious. Is not official yet, we don't know if it'll work out, but I've just been doubting the whole thing lately and I'm afraid I might not be able to do it."
Pansy suddenly didn't look so happy. "What? You all want to be in a serious relationship with two other people? I think I liked this story better when it was just sex."
"Why?" Hermione asked, genuinely confused. It was a much better gossip than simply a sexual threesome.
"Because, this means it's something really serious and I can't tell anyone. Plus, this is the first time Draco has tried anything serious with anyone." Pansy looked thoughtful for a moment before she spoke again. "But in all honesty, the only part that really surprises me is that you were the one to come up with this. I wouldn't have suspected you had it in you."
"It doesn't surprise you that Draco, Harry, and I want to be all together?" Needless to say, Hermione was perplexed and had many more questions for Pansy. Why had Draco never been serious with anyone? And why was that a bad thing now? She just felt like she had found an endless source of information on Draco Malfoy and she wished she could find something similar on Harry, and even on herself, so she could work out all of their problems easily.
Pansy shook her head. "On deeper consideration, no. I can't speak for you and Potter because I don't know you that well. Well, except for everything Draco says about you. In school it was 'Potter this' and 'Potter that'. After he started working at the Ministry, 'Granger this' and 'Granger that', which actually proves my point." She downed the rest of her drink and seemed to have softened up enough to give Hermione a conspiratorial smile. "I always wondered who he'd finally go out with, you, or Potter. The fact that it ended up being both isn't really that weird once you think about it. It's perfect for him."
Hermione felt something painful in her chest. She should have been happy. Thrilled, even, that Draco's best friend considered the relationship perfect. Perfect.
But she wasn't thrilled, she was terrified. The pressure to make things work seemed to intensify, and Pansy realized she was having an internal crisis.
"Fuck Granger, calm down," she told her and only then Hermione realized she had been biting her cheek and holding back tears.
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Berlin's Stadium showers were the biggest Harry had ever seen, but it was hard to really pay attention when he was currently pining Draco against a wall and kissing the life out of him.
Their kisses hadn't been so sexual until now and Harry was staring to lose control. He couldn't get enough of Draco's skin under his fingers, his taste on his tongue, his moans on his ears. It was driving Harry crazy, and before he knew it, he was reaching down to grab Draco through his boxers.
Draco hissed and threw his head back. "Harry…fuck…slow down," he managed to groan in between heavy pants. But Harry had no intention to slow down, in fact he wanted to go faster. The last few weeks had been a torturous slow burn for him and he was absolutely done. He wanted this, he wanted him, Harry wanted them.
His hand made it inside Draco's underwear and wrapped his fingers around his rock-hard erection, pulling it out of the boxers. He looked down briefly, fascinated by the sight of his hand holding Draco with such wanton.
"Harry," Draco rasped again, his hands fisting the hair on the nape of Harry's neck. He tried to pull his head back so Harry would look at him, but the boy had other plans in mind.
Harry dropped to his knees and didn't think about the fact that he had never been with a man. He didn't take his time to explore all the intriguing details about Draco's cock, he simply licked his lips and took him in his mouth, tasting a man for the first time.
The sound Draco made was obscene and Harry couldn't believe how much he enjoyed it. He loved how vocal Draco was and wondered if Draco would like Harry to be more like that. He was used to keep somewhat quiet, to make his feelings internal instead of external, and had never considered how arousing it could really be to hear and be heard.
Harry bobbed his head up and down like he knew it was done, doing his best not to go too far and gag. He imagined Draco had had more experienced blow jobs, both from men and women, but right then he only cared about enjoying himself and learning as much as possible about making Draco feel good. His taste was mild, his weight was comfortable, and his hardness made Harry want to come right there and then. Harry looked up to find Draco staring at him, his mouth hanging open in awe. His chest was rising and falling rapidly as his hands kept their firm grasp on Harry's hair. He looked like he was trying to keep himself in control, but Harry wanted him to lose control entirely. He wanted him to cry out and curse and fall down to the floor from sheer ecstasy.
So Harry started to use his hands to explore Draco's body, from his fit thighs to his waist, all while still sucking on his length as hard as he could. He ran his hands down his hips and then back to take Draco's smooth ass in his hands. He knew he was up the right alley when Draco's hold on his hair tightened.
"Harry…" he whispered in a low voice and Harry loved to hear his name form Draco's mouth. "Harry," he continued, more urgently now, so Harry sped up his rhythm. "Potter!" he called before pushing him back by the shoulder, removing himself from Harry's mouth.
Harry was confused by this action, but then he realized that Draco was probably trying to call his attention, not just moan his name. Draco lowered down to his level, kneeling in front of him too.
"What?" Harry asked, eager to continue what they were doing.
Draco looked insanely turn on, his cheeks red and his breathing ragged, but he looked at Harry in a curious way, like he was concerned for him.
Draco placed his hands on Harry's shoulders. "Are you sure you wanna do this? Here? Now?"
Harry didn't know how much he wanted to do. He just knew he wanted to do something. No. He needed to do something. Draco was there, naked and gorgeous in front of him and Harry couldn't just wait anymore.
"I don't know. All I know is that I want to touch you and feel you. Let me do it again." He emphasized his words by reaching between their bodies and stroking Draco a few times. Draco closed his eyes for a moment, enjoying the feeling before he smirked. When he opened his eyes Harry saw something there that made his heart jump.
"No." Draco pulled Harry's hand away. "It's my turn."
Harry was being pushed down on the floor by two strong hands and as soon as he laid down, his underwear was removed. He watched Draco climb on top of him, their erections brushing together and causing the most unbelievable feeling that Harry and never felt before.
Draco kissed him, hard, his teeth pulling and bruising with purpose, getting Harry harder than he thought possible. Harry started to trace his hands down Draco's back but before he really could, Draco was trailing down his body, nipping and kissing the skin of Harry's chest, stomach, and thighs. Draco did take his time, though, staring at Harry's cock thoughtfully, his hands caressing all the different areas leading up to it but not touching it yet. Harry prepared himself to feel Draco; his mouth, his hand, he didn't care, he just wanted to feel him. But Draco was being too much of a tease and wouldn't indulge him that pleasure yet.
"Draco," Harry complained, trying to get him to do something. Draco merely smiled and positioned himself between Harry's legs, spreading them a bit further, and then he leaned down and placed a single kiss on the tip of Harry's cock. Harry moaned low in his throat and raised his hips off the floor, trying to get more.
Draco proceeded to kiss his way up Harry's inner thighs until he reached his balls and kissed them too. It was when he went even lower that Harry tensed up, feeling what was coming and getting nervous. He guessed he should have been expecting it, hell, he even prepared for it at his house before the date, but it still made him feel an intense anticipation. Draco noticed and tried to relax him by taking him in his hands and giving him a few gentle strokes, which Harry fully appreciated.
After a few moments Draco lowered his head again, and Harry could feel his hot breath right at his entrance before Draco kissed it. A warm feeling spread through Harry at the knowledge that Draco had kissed so many parts of him, and it made him feel unbelievably cared for. He didn't have much time to ponder on it, though, because Draco's tongue was now in direct contact with his skin and Harry gasped like he had never gasped before. The feeling was maddening and he couldn't believe he waited so long to do this.
"Fuck," he breathed out, completely unable to concentrate on anything but the intense feelings of Draco's hand and tongue. After a while, he thought he might go crazy if he didn't have more, faster, harder.
He moaned in frustration. "Please…Draco..." He took a hold of Draco's wrist and tried to make him go faster. Draco chuckled, the vibrations making Harry squirm. "I want to feel," Harry gulped, a little embarrassed about having to say it. "Your fingers…inside me."
Draco pulled away, raising his head and looking at Harry who was completely undone. Draco shook his head.
"What?" Harry asked dismayed.
"Can't. Should have brought lube," Draco responded, slightly amused at Harry's devastated expression.
Harry groaned loudly. "Isn't there a spell or something?"
Draco shrugged, his hand still moving on Harry. "Don't know. Our wands are outside with our clothes anyway."
Harry couldn't believe his own damn stupidity for forgetting something so important. He also kind of wanted to blame Draco for not having any on him, but he knew that wasn't fair. All he wanted was more.
"Don't worry, there'll be another chance," Draco promised. He attempted to make Harry feel better by licking Harry's length from base to tip, his lips wrapping around him at the end. His mouth was ridiculously hot and wet and Harry couldn't help jerking his hips off the floor and making Draco taking him deeper. The other boy handled it expertly and continued to suck Harry into insanity, until he was trembling with need.
Draco stopped for a second to put his own finger into his mouth, wetting it as much as he could before pressing it against Harry's entrance. Harry cried out in pleasure, wondering if Draco had changed his mind and decided to do it anyway, but Draco didn't push inside him, merely stayed circling his finger around, massaging and pressing softly while his mouth and other hand continued to work on Harry's cock.
Harry would be losing it soon, he knew. He was moaning and grunting rhythmically with Draco's strokes, his body moving underneath him without abandon, and when Draco tightened his grip and started moving just a little faster, Harry felt all of his sensations concentrate in one point, and then they released out of him as he came like he had never come before. Draco had removed his mouth from him and watched Harry hungrily, his hands never stopping until he knew his orgasm was over.
Draco softly caressed Harry's legs before pulling away completely, and Harry couldn't open his eyes for a solid minute. His body felt like it had been filled with heavy rocks and couldn't move, but he had to look at Draco, he had to make him come too. The thought gave him the energy he needed to open his eyes and sit up.
The blond was still kneeling between Harry's legs, staring at him with a serene expression as he touched himself, his hand gliding up and down his (Harry now realized) beautiful cock. The sight was enough to get him excited again, at least mentally, since his orgasm had been way too powerful.
Harry smiled. "You haven't come," he said dumbly and then cursed himself for stating the obvious.
"No, I haven't," Draco answered, his voice thick with lust. "But watching you do it has almost done the trick."
Harry moved forward, crawling over to Draco and kissing him slowly.
"Now it's my turn again."
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Hermione had managed to calm down enough to be able to talk again, but Pansy wasn't so sure about her.
"Are you gonna be okay? Do I need to call Draco and tell him to pick you up?" she asked, sounding simultaneously concerned and sarcastic.
Hermione shook her head profusely. "No, no. He can't anyway; he's on a date with Harry."
Pansy smiled devilishly again. "Ohh, where? Can we go see them?"
"No!" Hermione shouldn't have revealed that.
"Okay, listen," Pansy snapped her fingers in front of Hermione's face. "This is ridiculous. If you don't want to be with them, just don't."
"But I do want to be with them!" Hermione exclaimed before Pansy called the waiter and ordered two more mimosas. "I just don't know if I can."
Pansy sighed exasperated. "If you can't, they'll understand. Seriously, you're possibly going to be dating two of the more eligible men of our generation and you're having a crisis over it? Cry me a river, Granger."
The mimosas arrived and Hermione drank hers like it was water. She hated that Pansy was right, but that didn't make her feel more confident about her ability to date two people at once.
"You can call me Hermione," She repeated and Pansy nodded.
"I keep forgetting. Anyway, personally I wouldn't want to be in your situation. I'm extremely single or extremely monogamous for whatever reason, but that just means we're different. Like that's a surprise," she rolled her eyes. "Dating two people means there's always someone annoying you and calling you and waiting for you. It means you're needed twice as much and need to give twice your attention to them. There's two people telling you about their days and two people constantly bugging you to have sex. What a nightmare."
Hermione knew Pansy's words were meant to be discouraging, but all of that sounded strangely good to her. Those were the reasons why she had thought it was a good idea in the first place. The two men that she liked, also liking her. She could have easily spent more time deciding on one of them, but she didn't. Because she wanted both.
"And you even have to see them fucking each other too, ugh. What kind of freaks you all are with such a voyeuristic kink? I would literally slit the throats of anyone even looking at my partner the wrong way." Pansy wrinkled her nose in distaste and stabbed a piece of quiche with her fork.
Hermione barked a laugh. "I believe you."
She was incredibly lucky that the two people that she liked also happened to like each other. That kind of chemistry doesn't happen often and she had struck gold with them. They had ultimately decided to try out such a crazy idea just because they all liked each other and Hermione had never really been thankful about that. It could all have blown up in her face, with Harry rejecting her, or Draco liking Harry better, or any number of possibilities that were way more likely than what actually happened.
"Also," Pansy added after swallowing. "It's two boys, so you need to give twice as many blow jobs."
Hermione couldn't stop laughing, her face going red with embarrassment and amusement. Pansy quirked an eye brow at her.
"That's true," Hermione commented after she calmed down.
Pansy took another sip of her mimosa. "Ugh. Dealing with two boys at once? That sounds like a curse."
Hermione smiled because, how couldn't she? The more she thought about it, the easier the words rolled form her tongue. "It's more like a blessing."
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Author's notes: I apologize for the late update! Thanks to the wonderful divergentofhogwarts for the beta work 3