Hermione's heart was hammering so hard in her chest that there was no way Malfoy could not possibly hear the staccato rhythm. He was so close. Close enough for her to see flecks of silver in his eyes, so beautiful. Close enough for her to feel the heat radiating off him, in such contrast to his usually cold demeanour. Close enough for her to smell him, that earthy masculine aroma.
All of a sudden, her mouth was desert dry and it was getting harder to breathe as if he had sucked out all the air from the room. Pressed against the kitchen counter and caged in by his arms, she should feel trapped, but she did not. Anticipation had her brimming with energy. Despite being surrounded by him like this, she still felt like she was standing on the edge of a cliff. Warring with herself about how to answer, Hermione staggered on the thin line between falling into the abyss and solid ground. It would be easy to take a step onto safe ground. For all she knew, Draco had not told Malfoy everything and she could simply deny whatever he had been told, play it cool. It would defuse the ticking bomb that was Malfoy at this very moment. Defusion, however, was not her goal, witnessing Malfoy explode was. With that clear in her mind, she decided she would leap from the cliff.
" Yes ." No sooner had the word left her lips than he had closed the gap between them in a hungry kiss. His lips moved demandingly against hers as if he wanted to devour her whole. Where the kisses with Draco had been tender, almost chaste, this kiss was punishing and frantic. Hermione relished in his desire for her. Finally, she had broken the icy surface of his Occlumency to open the flood gates to Malfoy's feelings.
Still, he was not fully unleashed, his body completely still. While his mouth moved passionately against hers, he had yet to touch her. His last remaining hesitancy, though, was something Hermione could take on herself. In full command of her Gryffindor courage once more, she reached up and touched his jaw, seeking to draw him in even closer.
To her dismay, it had the exact opposite effect than she had predicted. Flinching at the contact, Malfoy stalled and pulled back, his ravenous kiss forgotten. Where his eyes had resembled waves crashing against the shore before, Hermione could see the ice fighting its way inward again. She could not stand to watch him close himself off, not when they had made such significant progress. With her hand framing his face, she stopped his retreat.
"Don't," she whispered, scared that speaking any louder would scare him off.
"Don't tell yourself you don't deserve this." The ice stopped spreading. Holding his breath, Malfoy pressed his lips into a thin line, uncertainty written clearly across his face. For now, Hermione had him hovering between polar decisions: on the brink of running from her or surrendering to his need to be hers.
All those conflicting emotions swimming in his eyes, helped Hermione understand what Draco had meant when he had told her that he was afraid of her. If only he knew that she would never hurt him, he would be all hers. Was that not what Draco had told her? Remembering how vulnerable Draco had been during that confession, Hermione had an epiphany. Maybe it would take her being vulnerable in return for him to lose those fears. Then, he would be hers completely.
Gradually, her face inched closer to his, until their lips met in a gentle brush.
"You deserve this, Draco Malfoy." With every syllable, her lips came in contact with his. At the sound of his name, Hermione felt a shiver running through him and watched as his eyelids fluttered shut.
"You deserve me ." Through slightly parted lips, his sharp exhale ghosted her face. Seizing the opportunity, Hermione took his upper lip between hers, sucking and nibbling, earning herself a groan from Malfoy. Although compliant, he was still hesitating. Merlin , she wanted the hungry Malfoy back.
"I won't hurt you, I promise." Her promise was the last nudge needed for him to melt into her touch. His arms snaked around her waist, pulling her flush against his body. All reservations thrown to the wind, Malfoy threatened to consume her once more. Hermione had never felt more alive than right now, in Malfoy's arms. Greedily, she opened her mouth to grant his tongue entrance. She wanted to drink him in, soak up all his abundant need. It felt like falling. She had yet to find out what would meet her at the bottom of the abyss. His hands glided down her lower back to take hold of her behind, massaging her flesh, bunching up the fabric of her dress.
All her senses focused solely on Malfoy. Her nose was filled with the smell of sandalwood on every breath she drew. Her ears tuned to his soft, pleased hums and low groans. Her skin was prickling with the sensation of having him this close, feeling his heat through the layers of clothing. Her tongue tangled with his, pushing and pulling, coated in his sinful taste. Her eyes were lost in his pools of grey, whenever they briefly separated to regain their breath.
Thus, the abrupt noise of someone clearing their throat behind them came as a surprise. Her head whipped around to the source of the sound, to find Draco leaning casually against her kitchen door frame, his arms crossed over his chest, one quizzical eyebrow raised high. In vain, Hermione tried to free herself from Malfoy's embrace so as to at least keep up appearances, which only made him grope her arse harder, keeping her close.
Her throat tightened and none of her pitiful attempts at explanation came past her lips. While the heat filling her body had been one of passion just seconds ago, it was quickly replaced by one of embarrassment. Judging by the searing heat in her face, it must have turned an especially vibrant shade of red. Her first instinct was to run to her room and lock herself in. Unfortunately, both Malfoy's tight hold and Draco's posture against her door frame would make that a difficult undertaking. With no possible escape route, Hermione stayed where she was, wishing the floor would open up and swallow her.
"I got a little worried about the two of you," Draco stated evenly, his eyes roving over them.
"No need to worry. We are quite alright," Malfoy answered nonchalantly and, as if to confirm it, he squeezed her arse. This obvious display made Hermione squeal and look up at him in horror. Malfoy grinned from ear to ear like the cat that had caught the canary, the git.
What in the name of Godric Gryffindor had she gotten herself into?
The fact that the two of them were talking, given the situation, was simply absurd!
Unconcerned, Draco shrugged his shoulders. "Just wanted to check in on you two, to see what was taking you so long." By how unaffected they both seemed, Hermione either was having an extremely vivid nightmare or they had gone completely mad.
"Oh, I merely confirmed something you told me about Granger." They had talked about her? Alarm bells were ringing in her head. Things had happened between her and Draco that she had hoped he would keep to himself, but clearly that was not the case.
Pushing off the doorframe, Draco sauntered towards them.
"And what do you think that would be?" His eyes glinted mischievously behind his glasses.
Malfoy's perfect white teeth shone in a wide smile. "That she kissed you back."
"She did." Draco purred, his voice having a distinctively sexy edge.
"I know that now." With Draco close by, Malfoy's voice dropped to a whisper, as though they were sharing dirty little secrets.
"I also see that you took my advice." Draco had given Malfoy advice? Just what had happened in those couple of hours when she had left the two of them alone?
A finger swiped her hair to the side, skimming her neck. One more step from Draco and they would have her stuck between them.
"And kissed Granger myself? I certainly did." Malfoy let go of her behind to place a finger under her chin, pushing it up, forcing her to look him in the eye. Satisfied, Malfoy observed her swollen lips.
"I'm glad to hear that." Glad ?! Draco came to stand right behind her, trapping her between him and Malfoy. "I hope you won't mind, but there is something I would like to confirm with Hermione, myself." With his face next to her ear, Draco's words ghosted down her neck. Her skin erupted into goosebumps, suddenly acutely aware of how close both of them were. The tension between them became almost tangible.
"Please, be my guest." Malfoy's eyes never strayed from hers as he watched her intently.
Draco put his hands on her hips, drawing circles with his thumbs. His caress sent a pool of warmth into Hermione's lower body and she had to bite her lip so as not to gasp. Malfoy, of course noticed, keeping her face angled up towards him when she tried to look away, a furious blush deepening on her cheeks.
"You must know, yesterday I noticed a very telling smell on Hermione's fingertips." Mortified, Hermione squeezed her eyes shut, willing this nightmare to end.
"Hm… and that would be?" Amusement danced in Malfoy's voice.
"I think... Hermione had engaged in a ménage à moi earlier that night, which leaves me wondering to what inspiration she did so. Were you thinking of anyone, in particular, Hermione?" Something hot and wet travelled up the shell of her ear. Draco must have licked her - right in front of Malfoy!
Hermione pressed her eyes closed even tighter as a shiver ran down her spine. Maybe if she pretended that this was not happening it would just stop, not that she was entirely sure she wanted it to end. For months she had daydreamed about advances from him but having both move in on her and in that way, was beyond anything she had concocted in her mind.
"Were you?" Malfoy's fingers had abandoned her chin in favor of playing with the hem of her dress, lightly stroking her thighs. Electricity racing through her body caused her eyes to fly open. The grey of his iris was almost completely replaced by the black of his wide blown pupils.
"Me, perhaps?" Draco murmured into her ear, squeezing her hip.
"Or me?" Malfoy's rasp carried his hope for confirmation, as his fingers let go of her dress to splay across her thigh.
If her heart pounded any faster, it would surely break free. With their keen attention tuned on her, Hermione was reminded of her fantasy from the night before. Her current situation was too similar to the imagined scene that she had touched herself to.
Fantasizing about it and experiencing it were vastly different things. In her fantasy, there was no nervousness, no second-guessing, because they would do exactly what she wanted. The fantasy-become-flesh however was entirely unpredictable. Thus, her mind whirred with all kinds of scenarios where this might lead her – including some rather disappointing ones where they were only toying with her. Time stretched on with only her panting disrupting the heavy silence of the two waiting for her to answer.
"I wouldn't mind if you had, Hermione. Just this morning I had some rather... indecent thoughts about you while relieving myself in your bathroom." To prove the honesty of his words, Draco licked up the column of her neck, coaxing a whimper from her.
Spurred on by her reaction, Malfoy leaned forward and only added to her agony by whispering into her ear: "The same is true for me, too. So, who was it for you? Me? Him? We won't be mad at you either way." She envied his self-assurance, his firm belief that he, either Draco or Malfoy, had played the leading role in her fantasy. From her ear, Malfoy's lips wandered to her pulse point where he scraped his teeth against her skin.
These two would be her undoing. Disregarding any reasons why it could go wrong, oh, so wrong, all rational thought fell away. All that was left in Hermione's mind was a primal need: the need to give in, the need for more, so much more.
"B-both! It was both of you." The words rushed from her mouth before she could change her mind. Draco and Malfoy went completely still. Frozen in time, Hermione could still feel their lips on her neck, their breath warm against her dampened skin. The moment the words were out in the open, Hermione wished she could take them back, too bold were the implications.
"Fuck." Draco dug his fingernails into her waist.
" Sweet Salazar ." Malfoy's hand squeezed her thigh.
They both had their faces buried in the crook of her neck, taking their time to digest what she had just revealed.
Both.
Yes, she wanted them both.
Recovering first, Malfoy fixed her with his hot gaze, their noses only a hair's breadth apart.
"What did you imagine, Granger?" Raw desire dripped from every word.
" This . Me between the two of you." Draco's groan against her throat vibrated through her, right down to her core.
"And then, Hermione? What were we doing?" When she did not answer straight away, Draco sunk his teeth into the juncture of her neck. A pleasurable pain blooming at her throat, Hermione moaned and threw her head back, resting it against his torso.
"I didn't get any further. You interrupted me." Gentle laps soothed the spot where Draco had bit her.
"And if you hadn't been interrupted?" Malfoy encouraged her.
Her favorite scenarios circled round and round before her inner eye, one more vivid than the next. How could she put in words that she usually pictured him passionate, aggressive and forceful?
They must have interpreted her silence for hesitance or even shyness, because Draco whispered reassuringly: "We'll figure something out."
Testingly he rolled his hips, pressing his hard length against her arse. "Something like this?"
Malfoy hooked his fingers into the bow that held her dress together. "Maybe a little more like this?" Transfixed, Hermione watched him as he pulled and as if in slow motion, the knot unraveled. Letting her shoulders droop, the dress easily fell from her body, revealing her matching midnight blue lingerie.
It was an especially risque set, that Ron had never gotten around to enjoying. Until that morning, the balconette bra and hipster had been long forgotten at the bottom of her drawer. When her fingers had halted on those pieces, Hermione had told herself that she merely wanted to dress up for herself, but if she was being honest, she had put it on in hopes of exactly this occasion. The occasion: stunning them into stillness.
Malfoy's eyes greedily took in her breasts practically spilling from her bra. Merely some floral lace covered her nipples under the sheer fabric. Her cheeks were roughly massaged by Draco, the lace generating torturous friction.
"Is this for us?" While Malfoy traced the lacy outline on the top of her bra, Draco ran his fingers over the waistband of her panties, dipping in at the front, stopping just short of her clit. They drove her insane with their careful approach. Adding to her impatience, Draco drew his hand from within her panties. At the loss of touch, Hermione whined. Instead, he took hold of her wrist, guiding her hand towards Malfoy's hard cock that was already straining against the confines of his trousers.
"As you can see, we really like it." Draco's husky voice and his fingers caressing her thighs, never quite touching her core, added to her agony.
In the hopes that they would pick up the pace, Hermione decisively stroked Malfoy, returning his desirous gaze. He reciprocated her attention by fondling her breasts, massaging and groping.
"What would your amazing mind have come up with next?" Malfoy's almost black eyes, shining with lust, made her insides clench, longing to be filled. It was what made her snap, made her give in to her desires. If they longed to know what she wanted from them, she would gladly tell them.
"You have your way with me." No trace of hesitancy or of uncertainty accompanied her bold declaration, only pure lust.
" Careful, Granger ." Malfoy wrapped his hand around her throat, a wolfish grin on his face. Merlin , his matching reaction to her fantasy version of Malfoy, only made Hermione want him more, made her hope that this would play out similarly to her favorite scenarios.
"Why do you always say that?" she asked, although she knew he could not know that his fantasy version frequently warned her, precisely using the same words, even the same tone.
"Wha-" Without a second thought, Hermione grabbed onto them and disapparated into her home office. Any step taken into her hallway would have been a step too many.
The sudden pull behind his navel threw Draco off course, his eyes scanning around her office in confusion. He had just been about to ask Granger what she had meant by asking, "Why do you always say that?" when she had grabbed him and side-alonged with them into her office. Nimble fingers walked up the shirt placket, caressing each button as they went. A dangerous glint settled in Granger's eyes, almost black with her dilated pupils.
"You want to know what I like to come up with?" Her nails scraped along his neck, settling at his nape to play with his hair.
"I think about you." A sharp tug on his hair made him groan. " Often ." If this was how she liked to play, it would be hard to restrain himself. A mischievous smile spread across her lips, as her fingers continued to rub his neck.
"Whenever we have an appointment, I think about how I could tempt you, to make you lose control." As if to accentuate it, she grabbed his erection. A boiling fire rolled in his stomach, making it hard to hold back. Despite all his restraint, his hand twitched around her neck, his fingers digging slightly into her tender flesh.
" Careful, Granger. " she echoed his earlier warning, pressing further into his hand.
"I imagine you saying that before taking me." Grinding her arse against his double, she drew a strangled growl from the doppelgänger.
"You take and you take and you take." Every take was stressed with a stroke of her hand. The tight confines of his trousers became painful around his arousal. Soon, he would have to free himself.
"You fuck my throat, you pound into me from behind, you tell me to ride you, you do all kinds of delicious things to me." At the images painted by her words, Draco bucked his hips into her hand, forcing her to stroke him harder, seeking some relief from her teasing. It was his form of confirmation that they shared the same longings.
Watching her sinfully licking her lips, Draco had had enough. He would give her what she wanted, what they wanted. With a snap of his fingers, her lingerie disappeared alongside their clothes. Eager to give her what she craved, he merely cast a quick glance at her naked form. Merlin knew, if he let his eyes linger for too long it would only delay the fulfillment of her wishes unnecessarily.
His free hand closed around her fingers and guided her in a couple of sharp strong strokes. "Wouldn't dream of disappointing you." While his hand slowed down the pace in which she was beginning to fondle his aching length, he moved his other hand to her jaw, forcing her to keep eye contact. What he had to tell her next was important.
"We will have our way with you, just like you imagined, but first- " he had to take her hands off him, otherwise he would not be able to keep in control on the final spurt before having his way with her, as she had so eloquently put it.
"I want to make one thing clear: you say 'stop' and we will, understood?" A wanton glint shone in her eyes as she nodded, a strange mixture of satisfaction and anticipation.
He shared a quick devious smirk with his double before he nudged Granger out from between them, pointing her towards her seating arrangement. "Kneel on that footstool." The command had barely left his lips before she strutted towards the footstool and kneeled down. Her pert ass up in the air, wiggling invitingly in her impatience, was a sight Draco would never forget.
They immediately followed her, Draco kneeling behind her, his face level with her glistening pussy, while his double moved to her front, letting her prop herself up on his shoulders.
Wasting no time, Draco drove his tongue into her moist opening. With her essence running down and coating his tongue, Draco could not suppress a groan at the intoxicating taste. Beneath his touch, her legs shook, each tremble resonating with a stroke of his tongue. If it was this easy to get a response from Granger, he would certainly have the time of his life fucking her senseless. Hard strokes with just the tip of his tongue and suctions on her clit got him the best reaction, little joyful yelps.
A quick detour to give her a broad lick across her puckered asshole did not, contrary to what Draco would have expected, cause her to lean away from him. He would not push his luck with that hole just yet, though. In no need to rush things, Draco pulled back repeatedly whenever she was close. He delighted in watching her kiss his double, in listening to her mewls as the doppelgänger tweaked and pulled at her taut nipples, in spreading her arousal along her slit as she grew ever wetter from hearing all the dirty things the other whispered to her. In the end, she came with an ear-shattering cry, gushing into his mouth, Draco drinking the nectar hungrily.
With broad swipes of his tongue he collected her need off his drenched lower face, savouring every drop of it that he could reach, before brushing away the remaining moisture. Circling an arm around her still quivering body, Draco picked her up, chuckling at the resulting surprised squeal that came from her. Unceremoniously, he deposited her on an armchair, her knees on the cushion, her hands steadying herself on one armrest. Giving her no time to get comfortable, Draco finally aligned his aching cock with her entrance and thrust inside.
"Perfect," he hissed through clenched teeth upon fully burying himself in her. Her channel was tight, enclosing him in her searing heat. Not even bothering to start off slow, he pounded into her, just like she had described.
Following his example, his double fisted her hair, only giving her a little warning in the form of a "Open up, Hermione. You'll have to pinch me to tell me to stop," before he drove into her gaping mouth. This was all about taking, after all, about taking pleasure in her and that they did. They both thrust into her with a punishing force. Her moans and cries were constantly muffled by his doppelgänger's cock. Nevertheless, Granger soon started to tighten around him, to push back against him, matching his pace. With every plunge into her, Draco watched her arsehole twitch, quite the provocative view. After the first flutter around his cock signaled her oncoming orgasm, Draco decided to go for it. So far, she had endured their rough handling of her so well that he might as well test just what else she was willing to do. Burying himself deep within her, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into a standing kneel. Her mouth finally free, she whimpered in his embrace.
"You know what we would do if we really had our way with you? " Loosening one of his arms from around her, he let his thumb trail down her spine, gliding easily on the sweaty sheen of her skin. At her puckered arsehole he pressed down, just shy of penetrating it. In answer to his question she whispered something. Although he did not hear what she said, Draco knew it had been a spell, for his thumb easily slid into her now lubricated arse.
"I told you I wanted you both ." Granger had the audacity to giggle at his surprised choke. The giggle quickly morphed into a guttural moan as he rammed into her in earnest again, his hips pounding against her thighs. Spurred on by her declaration, his double claimed her mouth again, fucking her throat more fervently.
Without breaking his rhythm, Draco pulled his thumb from her arse and worked on prepping it, stretching her with two fingers. Adding this sensation to his and his doppelgänger's constant thrusts, brought her close again, once more. Her quaking and tightening walls nearly pushed Draco over the edge as well but he held on, he could not ruin this opportunity of a double penetration with Granger by coming too soon. Still riding on waves of pleasure, her legs quaking, she began rambling, begging really.
"Please."
"I want you."
"Please."
"I need you both."
"Please."
"Come with me."
"Please."
Softly, Draco caressed her back. She was so perfect for him, so compliant, so willing.
"Get off the armchair." It was not a command but a request. They would end this together. In favor of taking, they would be giving from now on. A little shaky on her legs, Draco steadied her, kissing her temple.
"Anything you want, Granger. I can't deny you anything." He meant it. Truly, Draco would do anything for her now. She had let him in, forgiven him, accepted him. Nothing she asked for would be too much for him. They shared a slow kiss, pouring all their longing for each other into it. When they separated, Draco sat down on the vacant armchair. He offered her his hand to help her settle over him, to help her take control. Carefully, she took him into her hand and lowered onto him, a pleased sigh escaping her lips. Completely seated inside her, Draco put his hands onto her hips, halting her for a moment.
"Are you sure about this?" Although the thought of her giving herself fully to them seemed like paradise to him, he would not force it. Whatever she wanted was good enough for him.
"I want this." She rolled her hips against him, squeezing him with her insides.
"I want you." The smile on her lips was wide and loving. It was at this moment, in which Draco knew he was completely under her spell.
"I want you both." She turned towards the double, who had quietly let them have this moment. Stepping closer, the doppelgänger cupped her face and kissed her deeply.
"Have you ever done this before?" his double inquired, caressing her cheek with gentle swipes of his thumb. He understood then, why the doppelgänger had let him and Granger have their moment. Being able to see her acceptance of his devotion from another perspective, opened his eyes, his doubts forever forgotten.
"Anal? Yes. Double penetration?" He could feel her clench around him. "No." Her voice had lost some of its certainty, the vowel dissipating between them. Draco stopped her minimal grinding motion, holding her in place.
"We won't force you." His doppelgänger beat him in voicing the words lying on his tongue.
"I know you won't." That unwavering trust in her tone warmed Draco's heart. How could she be this perfect?
"I also know, you won't hurt me." With that she put an end to their discussion, drawing her head from his double's grasp. She laid her head onto his shoulder, spreading her cheeks for his doppelgänger, while murmuring further lubrication spells against his clavicle.
Painstakingly slow and bit by bit, Draco could feel him pushing into her, could feel his double through her thin inner walls. She was tightening so much around him, it was hard not to seek release. Selfishness was not something he wanted to give in to at that moment though, they had been selfish enough when they had taken her hard before. Instead, he petted her hair and ran his hand soothingly up and down her back.
"Relax, Hermione." It took her a couple of seconds to adjust to both of them but then she slowly lifted off, a long moan accompanying her ascent. Before long, she was back to begging: for them to move, faster, for them to come with her. After a short struggle, they established a rhythm, the pressure slowly building within him.
With every cycle of movements Granger sighed, " Draco ". She did not refer solely to his double alone, but both of them. Draco had earned first name privilege with her.
His focus was solely on her pleasure; he did not mind her digging her nails into his arms as she held on, or her teeth sinking into his neck as she climaxed. The frantic clenching and tightening of her channel pushed him right over the edge with her, light exploding behind his eyes as his hips faltered, his hot seed pouring deep into her. His growl joined her stifled cry and his double's grunt into a harmony of pleasure.
The exertion of their frantic sex, had Granger collapse against him right afterwards, trying to regain her breath. Cradling her in his arms, Draco held her close, feeling a shiver run through her as his double pulled out, and her body melting against his. Her breath evened out, following a deep, steady rhythm; Granger had fallen asleep on top of him. Draco let her doze a little before he gently shook her awake.
"Let's get you cleaned up and into bed." Although awake again, Granger only answered with a sleepy nod, still clinging to him. Seeing as she was in no shape to have a shower, Draco opted for a quick Scourgify on all of them for now. Come tomorrow morning they could have a proper shower with the chance of a repeat performance.
When they carried her into her room and laid her down, Granger took hold of their hands, inviting them into her bed, as her last act of consciousness, before her eyes fell shut again. Not that tired yet, they spend their time caressing her sleeping body, casting spells against the soreness, whispering promises to her.
"I'm yours now, Hermione ."
