Chapter 14
The Room Where It Happened
The door closed behind Hermione and Draco with a click and Theo rubbed his hands together in unrestrained glee. Pansy had a wide grin on her face and her eyes shone with joyful tears. Theo couldn't help himself, he leaned over to where Pansy was sitting and gave the witch a wet kiss on her cheek making her laugh. "It's happening!" Theo excitedly whispered into her ear.
Dean was blushing as he tried not to laugh and declared, "I always thought there was something happening there, I'm honestly not that surprised Hermione accepted the dare. Am a bit surprised about Malfoy being a virgin though, the way he used to strut around, used to think he was always getting some." Dean shook his head and took a sip of his drink.
"Theo, mate," Seamus spoke up, "is it really okay with you that your boyfriend is about to shag a girl? I was a fucking mess when Dean was sleeping with Ginny Weasley," Seamus confided, looking at his Slytherin friend in concern, as he squeezed Dean's hand in order to seek reassurance. The veritaserum was still affecting everyone in the room, despite the fact that the game had gone to the wayside.
Theo looked at the Irishman and smiled kindly, shaking his head before taking a sip of his non-veritaserum drink. "Do I look like I have tits and a cunt? No, so obviously I can't provide everything Draco wants. It's really not a big deal to me. Also, I don't think we are using the term boyfriend. Very close friends with benefits would be more appropriate."
Seamus looked confused at Theo's statement, but Dean put an arm around his shoulders and whispered into his ear, soothing his boyfriend. Seamus smiled and nodded in agreement to whatever it was his boyfriend had said before leaning into Dean and taking a sip of his firewhisky, forgetting that it had been spiked.
Pansy snorted, and rolled her eyes at Theo, clearly she didn't completely agree with the label Theo had put on his…agreement with Draco. She sipped her red wine glass with a secretive smirk, and Theo realised that she hadn't put any veritaserum in her own drink.
Sneaky, sneaky witch. He sent her a knowing wink causing a slight blush to colour her cheeks at her realisation that he had caught onto her.
Luna smiled dreamily at Theo and Pansy cuddling together and said in an airy tone, "I think you arranging this for Draco and Hermione was very sweet, Theodore."
"Why, whatever do you mean Luna?" Theo replied, smiling cheekily at the younger witch.
"I think it's pretty obvious Draco and Hermione have been dancing around each other for ages, years even. The sexual tension had always been so thick that even after being near them I'd find myself having to go masturbate." Blaise choked on his drink at that comment from Luna and Theo watched as his friend's expression darkened with desire directed at the petite blonde perched on his thigh.
"Hermione was so worried about him in your sixth year to the point that she even slipped up and called him Draco to me on more than one occasion," Luna was looking into the distance with nostalgia on her features, Blaise looking at her in question. She leaned forward and kissed him lightly. "They would never have acted on their attraction if you hadn't given them an opportunity and the push. You're a really good friend to both Draco and Hermione."
"Drake is stubborn," Blaise agreed, pouring himself a new drink from an unopened bottle of firewhisky. Wisely, the Italian was unwilling to consume any more veritaserum if the game was done, but still wanted to have a drink.
"Hm, yes, Hermione is too, just as much if not more so," Luna smiled, "but I think that Truth or Dare was a good excuse for them both to do what they have both wanted. It gave them…what's the word…ah, yes, plausible deniability." Luna's smile didn't falter as she took the drink from Blaise's hand to take a sip.
A low feminine moan floated out from behind Hermione's door and with a pleased smile, Theo waved his wand and chanted, "Silencio." Cutting off any intrusion on this private moment for two of his favourite people.
He turned back to the room and said, "Shall we continue the game? Or Neville left a few extra spliffs that we can smoke on the balcony instead?"
"Spliffs on the Balcony," Blaise and Seamus said simultaneously, causing everyone to laugh, and the two to share a wry grin. Everyone took their respective drinks and headed out the doors in a wave of chatter onto the balcony, leaving Pansy and Theo alone for a moment.
"Honestly," Pansy asserted, "Nothing we can come up with for Truth and Dare tonight is going to beat that power move, Theodore. I'm not sure who won tonight, you or Draco and Granger." Her lips quirked, "but judging by that moan…" She leaned in and whispered into Theo's ear, "I think Draco took my lesson to heart and she's going to be very happy with him. First time or no." Pansy nipped Theo's ear lobe and he shivered in desire.
"Witch," Theo growled with arousal as he followed her out into the cool Scottish night air, plotting how he might finish out his own night as he adjusted his erection.
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Hermione was lost in dreams, her body feeling like it was melting. She groaned, desperately needing something inside her as she felt like she'd ruined her knickers. Her core was dripping down her arse as she squirmed in the bed and then she felt someone touch her in her most private of places. Strong hands with long fingers parting her folds. The sudden coolness of rings against her warm flesh, caused her to gasp and her eyes snap open. Her awareness slowly brightened, the light of the early morning warming her naked skin as she blinked, trying to clear away the last of the fog in her brain from sleep.
The soft strokes of a tongue on her clit and down her folds had her making soft mewling noises, her toes curling at the feeling. Hermione gripped her hands above her, clutching her pillow, desperate for anything to ground her. His tongue traced every line and curve of her dripping slit, as if he were consuming every last drop of her. He moved rapidly and lightly and she found her hips starting to buck up into his mouth, seeking, searching. Raising herself onto her elbows, she looked down her body at the pale head that was at the apex of her thighs and heavily exhaled from the desire coursing through her at the sight of him.
"Ah, that's a good girl," Draco murmured into her, as he breathed in her scent, "getting even more wet for me…ahhhh… You taste like honey and magic." He licked and suckled and drank her wetness, a man possessed, like she was his new favourite addiction. The sounds were hot, almost obscene, and made her clench down on his tongue when it entered her. No one had ever touched her pussy with the single minded devotion that Draco Malfoy did.
"You're doing so well, that feels incredible," She purred, biting her lip as she watched him. "Fuck Draco, slide your fingers inside of me and make me cum." Her thighs were shaking and she knew from last night that Pansy had told him to make her cum twice before he fucked her. She'd need to get Pansy something special as a thanks.
"As the lady wishes," Draco murmured, following her command by sliding two fingers carefully inside her as he continued to flick her clit with the point of his tongue. She felt the tension coil low in her belly.
Hermione's back arched and she felt shockwaves grip her body from his touch. "Curve your… Yes oh–F-fuck Draco, oh! Oh!" She cried out as she came all over his hand and mouth, her legs trembling and hips rocking into him as she rode out her waves of pleasure. Draco slid his fingers out of her and then slowly looked up, her juices dripping down his chin as he did so. She didn't think she's ever seen anything so erotic, except perhaps for him on his knees for Theo. Draco's performances were as if he were going for the title of 'Oral Sex God', and Merlin knew she'd vote for him.
As the tension of her orgasm receded, she desperately reached her hands down to him and shamelessly begged. "Draco, please come up and fuck me," not caring at all that she sounded so wanton, so desperate for his cock. There was no use in denying it.
"No, I know you've got one more orgasm in you before I shag you again," he asserted, "come on my perfect girl, come for me one more time." Draco shoved his fingers more roughly this time into her drenched body before she could protest.
"Remember, curve them towards you and use your…thumb…or your ring on my clit again…I liked the feel of the ring….ah!...there." Her shriek echoing off the walls of her room seemed to only encourage Draco to move faster.
"Liked it, did you?" Draco smirked at her, "knowing the ring worn by generations of Malfoys was pressed into your soft pink wetness. How they'd roll over in their graves to know how much I want you, how I want to have you…again and again."
His words ignited something inside her and her orgasm slammed into her so hard that her slick dripped down to his elbow. She would be embarrassed by the sight of him covered: chin, arm and chest with her wetness, but she was unable to think further than having his hard cock filling her.
She pulled him up and kissed him hard, nipping at his lips, as she held his cheeks in her hands. His fingers tangled into her sweat damp curls, holding her in place. They stayed frozen like that for long moments, their lips exploring one another as Hermione's wetness dripped over both of their naked bodies, their want of each other uncontrollable.
The contrast of her deep olive skin against the porcelain of his was such a stunning sight. She wanted a photo of it, of them, of them doing this. Would he like that? Would he be willing to let Theo take a photo of them like this? She'd never even asked anyone before if they were willing to participate in her secret desire for exhibitionism, safe exhibitionism anyway. Just a little hint of the forbidden, without true danger of someone who shouldn't actually seeing. Something about Draco and Theo made her think that the two of them would understand.
She climbed into his lap, turning so her back was pressed against his chest. She rolled her hips over his pelvis once, Draco's head smacking against her headboard. As she lifted herself over him, his tip at her entrance, she looked over her shoulder to marvel in the sight of him. She sheathed herself on his cock and his breath caught. Hermione relished in the control she had over his pleasure, riding him backwards, her curls flying in his face.
He came inside of her wet heat and then slumped down into her pillows, pulling her to his chest, his cheek on her shoulder. Deeply inhaling through his nose as though he was attempting to memorise her scent.
Suddenly he pulled back from her embrace with panic writ large on his face. "Oh Fuck! Oh Salazar! I didn't ask for your consent. I touched your body while you were asleep and I didn't ask first if you were okay with what I was doing," Draco was beginning to become hysterical, roughly running his hands through his pale hair repeatedly, panting. He was looking around frantically as though wishing he could apparate out to escape from her, "Pansy and Theo are going to kill me."
"Malfoy. Malfoy," Hermione murmured, grabbing his arms, "Draco! Look at me!" she said more forcefully this time. "I joyfully consented. You did nothing wrong. However if you need it, then you have my standing consent to wake me up like that anytime. It was amazing, the best wakeup call I've ever had in fact."
He caught his breath and looked at her with tears in his eyes, "Are you certain? I didn't cross any boundaries?"
"Absolutely certain that you did nothing untoward," Hermione soothed him, running her hands over his hair and back, lightly stroking his cheek, his jaw. "I enjoyed every second of last night and this morning. I hope we'll do it again. Draco, you were magnificent."
He turned and put his face into her neck and whispered, "You don't need to lie to me, Granger."
She murmured to him softly as she continued to stroke his hair, "I'm not lying, Draco. I promise."
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They both dozed for a little while after their early morning coupling. As Hermione shook the heaviness of sleep off, she realised they had shifted as they slept and they were cuddling instead of just resting next to each other. Draco's head was on her pillows while Hermione's head rested on his chest. She smiled and looked at the peaceful look on his face as he slumbered, hopefully he'll leave the warm musky scent of him behind. Her face was pressed against his sectumsempra scars and her arm wrapped around his waist, her core pressed into his thigh and her right leg was thrown over his leg. His right hand was on her lower back, fingers spread possessively, the metal of his rings was now warm against her skin, and she smiled because they couldn't have been more intertwined if they'd been awake and consciously done it.
The long fingers against her skin felt every bit as good as she thought they would as she had stared at them all these years, but especially this year…this summer.
Hermione could hardly believe how everything was just so perfect, her body felt satisfied and replete for the first time since before the war. It was splendid. As she lay there enjoying his hold around her, she came to a few realisations as she was cushioned in the scent of their mingled sweat and heat.
The first being, it's really not a one off. She's shagging Draco Sodding Malfoy now, and cuddling with him in her bed. She wasn't upset about it either. In fact, it was thrilling to think that she was his first. That of all the people who he could have chosen to sleep with before now, it was her that he'd said yes to. She couldn't stop the picture grown in her head that only made her chuckle softly into Draco's skin. How scandalised the rest of the Golden trio would be if they knew the Golden Girl was basking in the afterglow in the arms of the Slytherin Prince.
Speaking of the rest of the trio, oh God, she had a floo call with Harry tonight.
Dropped her head to Draco's pale lean-muscled chest with a smack of skin to skin and gasped, "Oh fuck."
As she looked up at him, his eyes had snapped open and met her panicked eyes with ones already turning to stone. All expression drained from his beautiful features as the glazed look of Occlumency set in.
"Regretting this already Granger," Draco asked hoarsely.
"Knock that off you blonde prat!" Hermione replied, smacking him lightly on the chest and making him jump in surprise, the Occlumency shields falling. "I just remembered I have a floo call with Harry tonight and I am not doing it in the Gryffindor Common room. I want some kind of privacy for what's certain to be a less than pleasant conversation. I need to send him an owl to let him know. Fuck, I don't want to go all the way to Hagrid's. I want to stay right here."
"Theo can handle it for you, if you want?" Draco responded, his eyes had quickly warmed back to liquid mercury as she spoke. At her admission of desire to stay right here in his arms, he'd gripped her tighter and a boyish grin flooded his face. He brought his other arm around her waist and used it to shift her so that the most sensitive part of her body was pressed against his hip bone, making her gasp.
Making a soft keening sound Hermione shivered, as Draco guided her body gently against his, causing her pleasure to start to rise again like a tide. "Would he?" She breathed out, as her nipples pebbled against Draco's skin, drawing a low moan from her throat as he slightly shifted.
Draco laughed, feigning ignorance of Hermione becoming wetter against his skin from his every movement. She, in turn, felt him begin to grow hard next to her leg. "Absolutely. Theo loves to take care of things and people. It's his whole thing. In all honesty, it's probably a kink of his. McGonagall couldn't have chosen a better Head Boy. Send your patronus and ask him now if you'd like. I'm sure he will check on us soon regardless, probably with another food platter."
Without dislodging her legs and hips from Draco's body, Hermione reached over and took a slice of cheese and apple, crunching into both with pleasure, even making a little satisfied sound that had Draco's pulse race and cock throb. Easing herself fully back into his hold, Hermione offered up a piece of green apple that Draco bit with happiness, his lips touching her fingers tantalisingly for only a moment. She leaned up and tasted the tart apple in a gentle kiss, easing her tongue in as he swallowed. Draco groaned into her mouth as he moved to deepen the kiss, pressing more firmly against her.
Without so much as a knock,Theo bounded in, a beaming smile on his face and a platter floating behind him with coffee, tea, and full English breakfast for both of them. "Good morning Dragon. Good morning Princess. I figured you both worked up an appetite," pausing Theo sniffed the air, "And again this morning, good lad."
Draco's face reddened, reaching all the way to the tops of his ears as Theo unabashedly leaned across Hermione's naked back to kiss the blonde lightly on the lips. "Hm, you're so cute when you blush," Theo teased, as he nipped at Draco's lip and pulled back.
Hermione perked up slightly, attempting to turn towards the man behind her. She wished for a kiss from Theo as well, but her confidence faltered when she sought the words and instead just cleared her throat. The other point, of course, being that she was completely naked and this had never happened to her before.
Theo, observant as always, saw her internal struggle and offered a smug smile. "Hmmm, jealous, Hermione?" He teased, making her blush to match Draco.
"All you had to do is ask, Princess," Theo whispered, coming in close right before kissing her lightly first on the shoulder, then making his way to her jaw, then landing on her lips. Theo's hand gave a light caress down Draco's muscled abdomen, stopping just inches from the pale pink shaft that twitched toward Theo's touch as he continued to gently kiss Hermione. The blonde gave a low groan, so soft Hermione almost missed it as she broke away from Theo.
"Is that all of my kisses?" She asked cheekily, turning more towards Theo, sticking her lower lip out with a fake pout as her eyes sparkled merrily. At first, she covered her breasts with her hands as she turned, but then she dropped them so that Theo was able to see her chest, enjoying the surprised look in his eyes as she did so. Hermione didn't know what debaucherous spirit had gotten into her, but she found she rather liked it. Trying to find ways to shock Theo Nott speechless could become a full time hobby.
Gripping her hair roughly, Theo pulled her towards him and gave her a long lingering kiss that made her think of the alley in Hogsmeade. She could feel Draco getting fully hard again at her side as he made a low whimper when Theo slowly released Hermione's curls. She fell back into Draco, whose arms automatically pulled her in closer to him.
As if reading her thoughts, Theo's smile grew wicked,"Do we need to go get you sugar quills today Hermione?" His finger tip trailed against her bruised lips, causing her to suck in a gasp.
"I think so…Yes?" Hermione replied even more breathlessly from Draco's hands running over her skin. The light caresses set her veins on fire, as Theo's eyes lingered on them both hungrily.
"Hmmm," Theo crossed his arms and tapped his fingers thoughtfully on his forearm, "Eat then. If we are going to walk down to Hogsmeade, you'll need your strength." Hermione got the feeling he wasn't talking about the hike, but she could only nod as her reply. Between Theo's eyes studying her and Draco's hands roaming her body, Hermione had lost the ability to speak.
Draco pulled himself into a sitting position, bringing Hermione up with him. Theo levitated the breakfast tray over them, stretching the legs on it wandlessly with a nonverbal spell so that Draco and Hermione could eat while they sat in the bed. Hermione found herself impressed yet again with Theo's complete grasp of such advanced magical techniques. She could even admit to slightly being turned on by the display. What had her book called it? A competency kink?
"Theo," Draco said, sipping his tea. "Hermione needs a favour this morning."
"Oh? Whatever you need, Princess," Theo responded, eagerly. "I know it can't be a sexual favour at the moment, you look positively thoroughly shagged. If I am wrong though, I'll happily provide some more tangles to those curls."
Hermione felt the blushed heat on her cheeks instantly, then cleared her throat, "Could you have an owl sent to Harry that he needs to Floo call me here in the Heads Suite and not the Gryffindor common room?"
"Consider it done, Princess," Theo grinned, not looking the least bit sad that the favour wasnt sexual. He kissed them both on the forehead one more time before, with a flourish only Theo could do, vanishing out the door. Presumably he was off to complete her request, because the sound of the outer door was quickly heard out in the common area.
The couple ate in contented silence for several minutes, each of them pausing to feed each other with their fingers, each making a show of licking and nipping the other as they sampled food from the other's hand. And when the tray was nearly empty, Hermione levitated it to the floor to avoid making a mess of her bed.
Draco turned to her with heat in his eyes. "Care for another round?" Draco asked, his fingers running along her cheek, "or was Theo right and you are too thoroughly shagged to go one more time this morning?"
Biting her lip, Hermione smiled up into his silver eyes, "Oh," she replied, little puffs of air leaving her lips "I think," she ran the tip of her finger along his pecs, "I might be able to find the ability to tolerate a bit more pleasure in me." Smiling with nearly feral glee, Draco took her lips with his in a rough passionate kiss, laying her flat against the bed as he crawled on top of her.
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As Pansy strode single-mindedly towards Cordelia's office, she wondered if she had damaged her case before the Wizengamot by not coming often enough to individual counselling sessions. Reaching forward to knock on the door, Pansy attempted to shove down her anxiety and was surprised as the door opened before her hand could reach it.
Smiling brightly, Luna Lovegood looked at Pansy with a slight tilt in her head as she studied her ex-girlfriend. "Good morning flower."
"Good morning Luna," Pansy smiled in return, kissing the blonde's cheek with reverence.
"After your session, would you fancy having lunch with just me?" Luna asked, "It has been far too long since we spent time together, just the two of us and I greatly miss you, my flower."
Pansy easily agreed, "Far too long. I want to hear all about how things are going with Blaise. In all the time I've known him, I've never seen him as smitten with a witch as he is with you."
"I will reveal all that's been hidden in that regard," Luna promised, "You know secrets from my friends aren't really my style, if they are interested."
Luna told Pansy that they could meet next to the greenhouse after Pansy had finished her therapy session. She let the raven haired witch know that she'd ask the elves to prepare a picnic for them to have. They said their goodbyes and once again Pansy was faced with the door that she'd been pointedly avoiding, knowing that it was futile to do so any longer.
Pansy had hardly knocked when Cordelia's voice sounded on the other side, giving her permission to enter. "Pansy, right on time."
"Look, Healer Cordelia, I know you're submitting a form for my trial about our sessions."
"I'll also be testifying," Cordelia shared and nodded for her to continue.
"And I don't want to end up in Azkaban."
"I don't believe you belong in Azkaban, Pansy."
"And so, I'm here–" Pansy couldn't help but pause at that, after a moment's silence she looked up into the kind face of her healer with shock. "You, don't?" She asked, even though she shouldn't be, she found herself surprised by the healer's words.
"No, I don't. You never, under your own free will, worked as a snatcher. You also were forced to bear witness to horrors that a girl your age should never have seen. And to be completely frank with you, as a mind healer and with all my credentials, I find the fact that they are holding trials against you and the other children to be absolutely appalling. Needless to say, I'm on your side, Pansy."
"That's, well, yeah…" Pansy looked at Cordelia, grateful again that the Mind Healer really seemed to want to help without getting anything in return. Not that it didn't seem bloody odd to Pansy, because just like most Pureblood children, Pansy wasn't used to the adults in her life just wanting what was best for her and not having any ulterior motive. Her parents had pushed for her brother to become a political figure to help bolster their family name and she was to be married off to some prestigious Pureblood husband: someone with deep pockets and their own power to gain from the union.
"So, Pansy, if both of our goals are to keep you out of Azkaban, why don't you tell me about your father and what he threatened you with to force you into being a snatcher. I need you to be as honest as possible and include implied threats as well as ones he stated verbally." Cordelia had her Quick Quotes Quill working behind them. "Pansy, I need to know everything that happened, everything that you saw. The written record has to reflect how you were feeling when everything was happening, so don't hold back."
"Everything?" Pansy asked, haltingly.
"Everything," Cordelia repeated, steepling her fingers, her eyes were kind and trustworthy and Pansy just sent up a prayer that she wouldn't come to regret this.
Biting her nails unconsciously, Pansy nodded and then slowly at first, began to talk.
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The early Scottish afternoon was sunny and warm, and perhaps would stay that way long enough for Hermione and Theo to scurry down from the Castle to the village on the well worn path that several other students and staff were walking along on the fine day. After finally dragging herself away from Draco and the comforts of her bed, Hermione had decided on wearing a soft yellow sundress with a ruffle around the bottom hem that just reached her knees. She had high stockings that went over her knees, so only a tantalising inch or so of skin could be seen.
The way Theo's eyes had raked over her body when she'd emerged to find him standing in their common room waiting on her was Theo's way to let Hermione know that she'd chosen well for the day. She even admitted to Theo shyly that the praise from himself, Draco, and Pansy over her looks had helped boost her confidence, which made Theo crave to do it even more often. He was wearing his favourite "Knocktyrnal Nyghtmare" shirt, he had several from the squib band, and black trousers with his boots.
Despite Hermione dressed like sunshine and Theo attired in his usual black, the Head Boy and Head Girl attracted very little attention from the other Hogwarts students, who assumed that they were going to Hogsmeade under orders from the Headmistress. Seeing Cormac McLaggen give Hermione a lewd glance as he passed them going back towards Hogwarts, Theo barely leashed his desire to cover her with possessive touches to let the men he saw looking at her know that she had partners, that she was …What the bloody hell? Was he having possessive thoughts? About Hermione? He didn't do that…
This whole train of thought left him feeling horribly uncomfortable. His partners had always been able to do and see whoever they wanted without him feeling – jealousy. He internally shuddered at the word. Why did he feel like he needed to restrict the entanglements of Hermione? What about her called up his sense of possessiveness? Were his needs not being met? Sexually, he was only lacking a few specific types of play, but his needs were satisfied in that regard. No, Draco and Pansy had seen to that. He hadn't felt this way this morning as Hermione laid curled up with Draco, freshly shagged. No, in fact, he'd felt even more drawn to her. When she and Pansy touched or when he watched them cuddled asleep in Hermione's room, Theo just felt contentment, like everything was right in the world. Why did a creep like McLaggen leering at her make him want to pull Hermione into his arms and growl? He really needed to get a grip on himself.
As they came into Hogsmeade, Hermione made a bee-line into Honeydukes. She strolled in picking up several different flavours of sugar quills, as well as chocolates for Pansy and a few apple fritters for Draco. Again, Theo was struck at how happy seeing her thoughtfulness for the other two made him.
Theo breathed deeply inside the sweets store, it reminded him of slightly more innocent periods of his life, not that his father had ever allowed him to be truly innocent. The unfettered joy the first time he had ever been able to come here with Draco, Blaise, Vince, and Greg filled his heart for a moment. Now Vince was dead without even a body to mourn and Greg might as well be. Theo hadn't seen him in days and Blaise said he wasn't leaving the dorm room that he'd claimed and just had the elves bringing him food. The kids they had all been were long since gone.
He missed those carefree days sometimes, but looking over at Hermione as she grinned and read through all the labels in the fizzing candy section, Theo realised that he wouldn't go back in time for anything. He stepped closer into her space and wrapped an arm around her waist; especially when he was so close to having so many of his desires filled.
After they paid for their purchases at Honeydukes, Theo suggested that they stop at the Three broomsticks for lunch and Hermione happily consented. In the short walk across the street, Theo smirked as he felt her hand brushing against his, as if the thought of grabbing it was playing in her mind. Theo made it easier on her and entwined their fingers all the way into the pub.
They found a booth and sat together on the same side looking out at the room, still holding onto each other's hand. Theo revelled at the feel of her thigh pressed against his, it reminded him of the first night at camp when Draco had pressed his thigh to Theo's in the Great Hall and it felt like time had stopped.
Attempting to distract himself from the direction his thoughts were going, Theo ordered himself a fire whiskey and her a butterbeer as they sat, waiting to be able to order food. The pub was quite full and the servers were running to and fro throughout the place. Once their drinks arrived, they drank in companionable silence as they waited for their server to return so they could order more than their liquor for the meal.
Suddenly Hermione let out a startled exhalation, because Theo's hand was on her thigh, inching towards her core under the table. He bunched up the hem of her skirt slowly and carefully to try to get access to her sweet centre. "Are you a good girl, Hermione? Can I play with you?"
"Yes, yes," Hermione gasped, her eyes searching for him and Theo could see the worries behind her gaze. "Others will hear me though-ooo," right as Theo's fingers found the soft centre of her soaked knickers and he hummed appreciatively.
Moving her knickers to the side, Theo slid his fingers inside her vagina, enjoying the way its walls gripped his finger. Her body shuddered, but he simply carried on drinking with his left hand and with his right giving the best pleasure possible. Theo pressed his thumb into her clit as he expertly thrust two fingers inside of her causing her thighs to tremble, her hands gripping the edge of their table and her knuckles turning white.
"That's a good girl," Theo whispered, "That's my good girl." Hermione bit her lip in a desperate attempt to not cry out in front of a room full of pub goers. She dropped her hands to clench her thighs, her fingers digging into her flesh. Theo smiled innocently at her as she glared at him, her chest heaving, and her wetness coating his fingers and the wooden bench beneath her.
He kept up a frantic pace with his fingers, adding a third within her, until he felt her clench and flutter around his intrusion. The tension in her body disappeared and she let out a long sigh of release.
Smiling as though nothing untoward had just occurred, Theo called out to Neville, who was drinking a butterbeer alone at the bar, to join them for lunch.
As Neville sat down with them, Theo lifted his hand to his mouth and licked his fingers to clean them off. Hermione squeaked in embarrassment and barely restrained herself from covering her face with her hands.
"Spilled something," Theo responded to Neville when the other man raised his eyebrow at Theo.
"So," Neville said, sipping the Butterbeer, "Dean and Seamus said I probably made a good call leaving truth or dare, and that it got a little wild, but wouldn't tell me what happened. Anything you two want to tell me about?"
Theo smiled, as he discovered he liked Dean and Seamus even more. Seamus calling him "mate" last night and being actually concerned for his emotional wellbeing had given Theo the exciting knowledge that he had actually made friends outside of Slytherin, in Gryffindor no less. The future really was looking rather bright.
"No," Theo said smiling, "but I do want to hear all about how it's going with Abbott."
Neville grinned back and launched into it. Hermione slowly sipped her butterbeer next to them and was uncharacteristically quiet, but Neville didn't seem to notice. Theo couldn't help but let his eyes wander to the blush on her cheeks, the sparkle in her eye, those chocolate curls. That strange possessive urge whispered to him again: Mine, Ours. Before he could think better of it, he put his hand on her knee under the table and squeezed, keeping his eyes on Neville and his face neutral.
Hermione had him feeling so out of control. He wasn't sure if he liked it or hated it.
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"Honey, I am home," Theo sang as he threw open the door to their shared suite. The totes with wine and sweets tinkled as he restored them to full size. He looked around, shocked to find no one lounging on the couches or chairs near the fireplace.
"Huh," Theo said as he wandered into his room to look for either the witch or the wizard in there. He was shocked when he found Draco cradling his head in his hands, clearly having a panic attack.
"Theo! Omg! I forgot to cast the spell!" The blonde nearly shouted as he looked up to see Theo standing in the doorway.
"What spell, Draco?"
"The contraceptive spell, Theo. I came inside of her three times, maybe four, between last night and this morning. And I forgot the bloody spell like some randy teenager!"
Theo inclined his head with respect towards his lover and laughed lightly "First of all, you are a randy teenager. Second of all, It's Granger, Draco. She's not going to accidentally fall pregnant."
"But what if …" Draco trailed off.
"Look, if you're worried just go ask her. Actually, I'll ask her," Theo sighed, going back into the common area with Draco following closely behind him. "Granger, Draco is having a small freak out about the fact that he didn't cast a contraceptive charm. You're good, right?"
Having grabbed one of the books from Cordelia from her bedroom, Hermione didn't even look up from her book, Blending Your Potion: Finding Harmony in a Multi-Partner Home when she answered. "I'm on the muggle pill. It's like the potion, but I don't have to share my business with Madam Pomfrey, just my muggle GP."
"Thank Merlin." Draco breathed, resting his head between Theo's shoulder blades.
"Thank Dr. Singh actually," Hermione looked up smiling. Theo couldn't help it and began to laugh, doubling over from the force of the joy that he was unable to contain within him.
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Hermione was so nervous about the floo call that she poured herself a double shot of firewhisky and sipped at it slowly. She just needed to take the edge off, not be intoxicated. Theo had had the presence of mind at lunch to let Neville know that if Harry floo called the Gryffindor common room, to let him know that Hermione was in the Heads Dorm, which had been good because all of Hermione's concentration had been on the wetness between her thighs and not letting her hands shake on her butterbeer. She'd never thought she was too much of one for public or semi-public sex, but then again she also never thought she'd be wanting to pursue a thing with three other people.
Harry's face appeared in the Floo right on time and Hermione couldn't help but feel grateful to Theo for sending that owl early enough.
"Hey Hermione."
"Hi Harry." Well this was bloody awkward, Hermione thought, as she settled in front of the fireplace.
"So um," Harry's face in the flames ran his hand through his hair, making it stick up even more than usual. "I saw the Prophet article…"
"Pretty sure that everyone did, Harry," Hermione snarked, her eyes narrowing slightly.
"Yeah. Yeah so." Harry stammered, "I know that you weren't cheating on Ron."
"Ron knows I wasn't cheating on him either. I have no idea why he would say such a thing publicly like that."
"You know how Ron gets, Hermione, he gets angry, but he'll come around. You just need to be ready to apologise when he does."
"Excuse me! What exactly do I need to apologise for, Harry? Enlighten me." Hermione could feel her magic start to crackle under her skin. She was so tired of all the work in her friendships being her responsibility.
"You just need to forgive Ron, alright. You know how he is, he just lashes out when he's upset and doesn't mean any of it. If you just apologise, we can all move forward and go back to being best friends. It's okay that you weren't ready to take that next step with him, not everyone is ready for sex at our age and that's totally okay." Hermione was stunned, shocked for just a moment at Harry's words. They didn't surprise her, but she could still feel her magic pulsing inside her as her temper grew.
The sting of tears behind her eyes made her bite her trembling lip and she tried to keep her voice calm. "Harry James Potter, it may surprise you to know that–" but before she could continue, it seemed Theo had decided she'd had enough privacy for her call.
Theo threw the door open with a bang so loud that Harry heard as he tried looking over Hermione's shoulder to see who had interrupted them. "Honey I'm home," came Theo's sing-song voice that made her laugh despite the bubbling anger she felt. Hermione looked up and saw Draco filing in right behind Theo.
"Granger, are you here?" Draco called out, then seeing her at the Floo, he grimaced.
"What was that noise?" Harry asked, concern laced in his voice.
Theo walked over and made a show of kissing Hermione's cheek in the middle of her call, causing her to blush. As he tucked a curl behind her ear, she couldn't help thinking of how those fingers that had been inside of her just a few hours ago.
"Oh, you're still talking to Saint Potter," Draco scowled, but Hermione was pleased to see that his Occlumency walls were still down as he made his way to sit in the chair closest to her.
"Nott? Malfoy? What the hell are you doing there?" Harry growled at the other two men.
"Harry! Ah, out taking down more evil bastards?" Theo grinned, maliciously as he rocked on his heels. "Why meeeee?" He let his tone fluctuate, making Hermione shake her head at the brunette. "I'm Head Boy, so the devastatingly lovely Ms Granger is my roommate. Though, I could be getting more head now that I think about it." His musings had a flush creeping up Draco's neck, making Hermione curse inwardly at the want flooding her from the sight. One night in Draco's arms was all it took to get her hooked it seemed. Draco was just carved elegance and grace, Hermione was more than ready for another taste of his devotion and worship in the bedroom. She tried to use Theo being ridiculous to get herself under control, but she felt dangerously close to weeping.
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Crossing his legs so that he looked more relaxed than he really was, Draco schooled his features as Potter kept glancing at him. While Theo took the piss out of The Boy Who Wouldn't Die, Draco finally let his eyes drift to the little witch on the floor next to him. A fury built up in him as Draco noted that she was almost in tears and her entire body was trembling.
Draco flexed his hand as he tried to calm himself, but as a single tear broke free from Granger's lashes, he broke.
"Do you enjoy the taste of cock?" Theo was asking when Draco jumped from his seat. "I enjoy giving as much as I enjoy getting–"
"What the fuck did you do to her Potter!" Draco shouted at the floating head in the hearth. "She was fine when I left her here and then she talks to you and now she is nearly in tears!"
"What do you mean when you left her!?" Potter's voice sounded like his temper was getting the better of him, but Draco didn't care. He'd made Granger upset.
"Answer the question, Potter. Why is she upset now, when she wasn't prior to you calling her?" Draco sneered, moving so that he was settled protectively next to Granger on the ground, putting his arm around her shoulders.
"She's probably upset because you just walked into her room, Malfoy! Get your hands off her!"
"Draco, calm down," a soft voice whispered next to him, "I'll be fine."
With all his attention on Granger, Draco hadn't even noticed how eerily quiet Theo had become. The normally vivacious man only got this still for one reason and that was when he was nearing his boiling point. Draco didn't care though, if Theo was let loose on Potter, all the better. The wanker had upset Granger and he deserved everything that was coming to him and more.
"Draco?! Why are you calling him Draco? Mione, what's going on!? When did you get on a first name basis–"
"Will you stop calling me that stupid nickname, Harry Potter!" The witch shrieked, shocking the three young men with her outburst. "I've told you a thousand times I hate it, yet you and everyone else just keep using it, ignoring my wishes! And Draco," as Potter opened his mouth to interrupt, Granger cut him off, slicing her hand through the air. "Oh no, you listen to me Harry James Potter, Draco has been staying in this room with Theo since we first arrived. He, Pansy, and Theo have been nothing but wonderful to me, And he's been nothing but kind and I will not have you looking down on him for actions that he had no choice in!"
"What did you just say about Parkinson?"
"Shut up Harry! Now, like I said, they've been NOTHING but wonderful to me. They actually hear what I say, they notice things about me that you, as my best friend, should have seen long ago!" Granger was fighting to hold back tears and Draco wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into his chest to comfort both of them.
"Mione…," Potter trailed off like the imbecile Draco knew him to be.
"DON'T CALL ME THAT!," Granger screamed, leaning forwards holding her wand out, pointing it towards the fireplace. "And I'll have you know, I haven't been a virgin since fourth year!"
As Potter's mouth dropped open and sputtering sounds came out of it, Granger waved her wand and ended the call.
"So, fourth year huh?" Theo inquired, his chin in his palm, as he sat in the chair Draco had vacated.
"Not now Theo," Draco growled, letting his face fall into Granger's hair and breathing her in.
"Curious minds, curious minds."
"Do you want to talk about what happened?" Draco asked, holding her closer and smiling as he felt her body relaxing against him.
Granger sighed, her eyes drifting close, "it's all the things I've said in the group. None of it is new to you. It just sucks, I guess. That my supposed best friend would be so blinded to what I'm dealing with and Harry just thinks I'm not a sexual being, but I definitely need to just forgive Ron because I know how he gets."
Theo spoke up, "Well that just shows his glasses aren't thick enough, because darling, you're one of the sexiest," he dropped to the floor to join Draco and Granger. Theo leaned his body against them and nipped at her ear. "Most delectable," the brunette's mouth travelled down, lightly sucking her neck. "Fucking stunning witches I've ever laid eyes on," Theo's voice was muffled against her skin, but Draco could feel the sexual tension rising between the three of them on the floor with the limbs tangled.
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Theo wasn't a fool, he knew exactly what he was doing when he'd leaned into Hermione while she was perched on Draco's lap after that cluster fuck of a floo call. He felt her body starting to react to him and he could feel the way that she was already leaning into Draco, drawing strength and comfort from the blonde. Theo rubbed circles on her arms, soothing her with touch in a way that he often did for Draco.
"Hermione, let's go out to the balcony for a bit."
"O-ok," She whispered, and allowed him to pull her up into his arms.
"Accio Spliff," Theo summoned the last of Neville's gifts, putting his hand into the air to grab it as it flew out from its hiding place in the kitchenette.
"What is that?" Hermione asked, "A hand rolled cigarette?"
"Nooooooo," Theo admitted sheepishly, "it's marijuana."
Hermione's eyebrows climbed towards her hairline and then she started laughing. "That's what you were smoking by the Black Lake the other day with Neville! I thought you were all sharing a secret and I didn't understand it. That makes so much more sense."
Theo smiled warmly, enjoying the sound of her laugh. She sounded so free, so happy.
"I've…um…never smoked before."
"You don't have to, but it does take the edge off. It might make you feel a little better." Theo offered, honestly wiggling the spliff in the air. It would probably be better than if she drank herself blind tonight, looking at the large glass of fire whiskey she had poured herself and forgot. "You can try one hit and if it's not your thing, you never have to do it again."
Hermione let out a nervous breath and nodded her head in agreement. She followed Theo out onto the balcony with Draco following behind her. Draco's hand lingering on Hermione's lower back as the three went out into the cool Scottish evening to get Hermione Granger stoned for the first time.
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"I just don't think it's fair that it's always my job to forgive everyone, why do I always have to be the bigger person," Hermione complained, taking a long draw of the spliff, before handing it off to Theo. She let out a cough as she exhaled after holding the smoke in her lungs longer than they approved of. "Why can't other people take responsibility for their actions? And try to make amends over what they have done or said?"
Theo inhaled from the spliff and grabbed Hermione's face, kissing her and then when she opened her mouth in surprise, he blew the smoke into her mouth. He smiled at her as she blushed when he released her. Turning then to Draco, taking a drag and doing the same thing, the blonde was sitting with his legs kicked out in front of him propped up on his elbows. Draco was ready for the smoke to be blown in his mouth, as Theo and he had done this for much longer than they had been kissing even.
"Cordelia told me that we aren't obligated to forgive our abusers," Theo offered.
"I don't know that they are my …abusers," Hermione began.
Draco interrupted, "Weasley is absolutely abusive towards you Hermione. He belittled you publicly, tried to pressure you into sleeping with him and wanted to know everyone you spoke or wrote to, giving you no privacy! And what about when he called you names and made you cry at the Yule Ball? Someone doesn't have to hit you to abuse you." He plucked the spliff from Theo's fingers and took a long drag himself before holding it out to Hermione, who accepted taking her own hit.
"The Yule Ball...Draco…how did you know about that?" Hermione inquired, looking at the now flushed blonde as the smoke billowed out of her mouth.
"Draco wasn't the only Slytherin to notice how beautiful you looked that night, Hermione." Theo interjected, trying to prevent Draco from fleeing in the face of the potential to reveal the extent of his longing for her, "And Weaselbee was horribly loud when he yelled at you. Actually, is he always so loud?" Theo mused for a moment looking out at the view provided by the balcony.
"Oh." Hermione seemed to shrink and Theo kicked himself, they were out here trying to make her feel better not worse. "Yes, I suppose he is rather loud."
"What you were saying before still holds true," Theo said.
"What?"
"You shouldn't have to always be the bigger person, the one to hold everything together." Theo said, sucking in more of the intoxicating smoke before handing it off to Draco who eagerly accepted. "You deserve people who will admit when they are wrong and try to make it up to you and most importantly work on their own issues. I think it's telling that both the Boy Who Lived and the Ginger Menace skipped out on doing the real work by coming here this summer."
Hermione laughed in spite of herself and shook her head when Draco went to pass the spliff back to her again. Draco handed the spliff off to Theo, who held it between two fingers, watching as Draco pulled Hermione into his embrace.
"Granger, you are so wonderful," Draco whispered into her hair, "Such a good girl, my good girl." She purred in Draco's touch and melted into his embrace, pressing her face into his neck. Draco's hands ran up and down her back, trying to comfort her as he moulded her against his body. Theo watched as her movements became sensual, her hips rolling towards Draco, her back arching. Theo came up behind her, pressing his arousal into her back sliding his hands over her body down her stomach, and gripping her hips. Draco responded eagerly to Theo's intrusion, giving Theo free reign and moving his hands up into Hermione's hair, and bringing his mouth to hers in a passionate kiss. Hermione reacted with equal fervour to their touches; her arse pushing back into Theo, pressing her breasts into Draco's chest. The three of them moaned simultaneously.
"Oh!" Hermione seemed to come to herself, "What if someone hears us?"
"There are privacy charms on this balcony," Theo murmured as he licked and nibbled along her neck, "old and elaborate ones. We could do all kinds of things out here and no one would ever see or hear us, but it is rather cold. Draco!"
"Yes Theo?"
"I'm taking Granger inside, come in too and close the door behind us."
"Of course, Theo." Draco gave Hermione one last deep kiss, and then stepped back to do as Theo asked. Salazar, how obedient Draco could be, it was so hot. If Hermione's arse hadn't already gotten him hard as rock, Draco's ability to follow his directions would have done. As it was Theo's cock twitched in his trousers as he felt Draco moving behind him.
Theo pulled Hermione back into the common room, never stopping kissing her, his hands running up and down her body in an attempt to keep her present, keep her embracing pleasure, not letting her live in the past nor worry about the future.
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"Hermione, do you like to be spanked?" Theo whispered against her skin as he rid her of the dress she'd been wearing that day, leaving her standing before him and Draco in just her knickers and tall thigh high stockings. Draco smirked as he realised she'd not worn a bra that day, her perfect nipples pebbling already, making Theo lick his lips at the sight as well.
"I have no idea, no one's ever done that to me." She stuttered slightly, but Theo could tell that it was from anticipation as she rubbed her thighs together, seeking out the friction she needed, and as Draco watched Theo's eyes darkened with desire.
Theo's smile became wicked as he enjoyed watching her, "Shall we try it and see if you like it?" At Hermione's nod, "Now get on the couch on all fours and we are going to take good care of you. You want that, don't you, to be our good girl? You want Draco and I to make you feel all better?"
"Y-yes Theo, please-please." She replied, her eyes shining. Theo gently stroked her cheek, his thumb gliding across her skin. Draco admired the way Theo's bronze hand shone against Granger's olive cheeks. The warmth of their skin tones was in such a contrast to his own fair complexion. He couldn't wait to touch them, both of them.
"Alright, then get up on all fours now. What a good girl, listening so well." The last was said in a forceful voice that had Draco's cock twitching. Salazar, he hoped Theo started ordering him about as well, he wanted desperately to be Theo's good boy.
"Draco, put all your rings on your left hand so you can spank Hermione with your right." Theo came up behind Draco, running his hands down his arms as he spoke. "Those rings will leave bruises on her perfect little arse and we don't want to hurt her too much her first time. Let's work up to that, shall we? Now Draco, slide down Granger's knickers. Oh yes good boy." He nipped Draco's ear after giving Draco the praise, and the moan from Draco rumbled through his entire chest.
Draco preened under Theo's compliment. His face felt hot, and his veins were on fire. "I'm supposed to make her cum with my mouth twice though before I get anywhere near her with my cock."
Kissing Draco's lower back lingeringly, Theo laughed and nipped Draco's hip bone, "I assume that lovely bit of advice was from Pansy? What a dear she is. But not to worry, Dragon. She came all over my fingers in the middle of the Three Broomsticks at lunch, and I'm certain her cunt is still dripping wet. Isn't that right Hermione?" Theo was walking around looking at Hermione and Draco from every angle as he instructed them. His eyes never left them, his dilated pupils scanning every inch.
Hermione moaned in response, which had Theo nodding, "I need you to use your words Princess."
"Yes, yes Theo," Hermione moaned, "I am still very, very wet." Theo stroked her face as he walked past her and smiled down knowingly.
"Draco, take off your pants, but unbutton your shirt and leave it on."
"Yes, Theo," Draco acquiesced, used to following Theo's directives,. As soon as Draco was done, Theo came over and ran a hand over Draco's abs before dropping his hand to give Draco's cock a squeeze, swiping the pre-cum up with his thumb. Theo turned away from Draco and moved to do the same, losing his pants and underwear and moving forward so that Hermione could see his thick hard cock in front of her face.
"Would you like to take me in your mouth, Princess?" Theo asked, looking down at the brunette whose wild curls fell over her back.
"Yes," Hermione whispered and then moaned loudly as Draco leaned forward and licked and nipped at her thigh. He licked a long stripe down her centre and bit once hard enough that Hermione trembled on her knees and made a sound that sent primitive possessive thoughts running through Draco's mind.
Standing back up, He held himself at his base and rubbed the tip of his hard cock against her folds, using her slick to ease himself inside of her. They both moaned then, Draco throwing his head back and closing his eyes.
When Draco opened them, Theo held his cock in front of Hermione's face and she offered little kitten licks to the tip and then opened wide to take him into her mouth. She hollowed her cheeks and Theo hissed in pleasure.
"Very well done, I'm not surprised. You excel at everything darling." Theo gasped and gripped her hair with left hand guiding her mouth deeper onto his thick shaft. "Draco, now lightly spank our Golden Girl with your right hand. That's good. Now harder. Harder yet. Oh there you go," Hermione moaned around Theo's cock on that last impact and the vibrations had Theo gripping at her roots so tightly that a few hairs came out.
"I can feel…her…body…react around my…cock each time that I spank her," Draco breathed raggedly.
"Yes my love," Theo smiled, running his right hand through Draco's hair and leaning in for a kiss, "that's the entire idea. Well Hermione it would appear that you do indeed like spanking. Shall we add it to your kink list? Draco, do give her another, this one hard enough to leave a nice red," Smack! "Hand print." Theo hummed at the bright red mark that Draco had left behind, such a good student.
Draco began thrusting frantically as he looked down at his handy work, the mark of his hand on her perfect olive arse. The entire view in front of him was distilled debauchery. Granger had on those thigh high stockings and nothing else, her curls flowing down her back, her swotty mouth wrapped around Theo's fucking perfect cock. He had to close his eyes or he was going to…
"I'm going to come," Draco gasped out.
"Ah that's good," Theo breathed, "Hermione, would you like Draco to come inside you or on your back, my darling?"
She pulled herself off Theo's cock with a pop, "Inside me please, Draco, please." Her begging was breathy as Draco's thrusts became more erratic. "Yes, yes, yes!" She chanted as the slapping sound in the room became even louder.
Draco moaned and his hip shuddered as he thrust as deeply as he could and then pushed his thumb against her clit and made tiny circles until Hermione was moaning around Theo's cock with the strength of her own orgasm.
"Hermione, I'm going to fuck you now, if thats alright with you?" Theo whispered reverently, pulling the breathless woman up for a rough passionate kiss and she whispered a shaky but enthusiastic response. It seemed she was beginning to become used to Theo's constant requirement of affirmative consent.
Draco slid from Hermione's body and watched his cum drip out of her swollen lips. His blood sang with the knowledge that he had filled her, made her cum. Him. Draco Malfoy. And now the man he loved more than anyone - Theo was going to do the same. They were sharing a witch, and not just any witch, the one with those honey eyes and the brightest mind. Merlin, he had wanted her for so very long. Thank the gods his father would not hear about this. This was a dream and nightmare all rolled up into one. Draco pushed the anxiety to the side and just decided to bask in the pleasure of the most erotic view he could imagine.
Theo pulled Hermione up, wrapping her legs around his waist as he lined up his cock with her opening and buried himself to the hilt. Draco watched with wide eyes as Theo's eyes fluttered shut, and he couldn't resist himself, and leaned over Hermione's back and deeply kissed the brunette man. Theo's eyes fluttered open as Draco pulled back, the smug look on his face made Draco's heart flutter. Merlin, he loved this man. He was so bloody fit too. There was something of the divine about Theodore Nott.
"Sweet Fucking Circe, Hermione, you feel so bloody good around my cock. So fucking wet with Draco's cum inside you. He certainly made you so swollen and ready for me, didn't he?" Theo said, turning his full attention back onto the witch seated on his cock. "I'm not going to last long, darling. It's been a very long time since I have been inside a woman and I've wanted to have you for such a long time."
Draco's eyes widened as Theo, always so much braver than him, confessed things that were true for the two of them, his honesty making Hermione cry out in pleasure. What would she do if he told her how long he'd wanted her, all of the things he wanted to do to her? But no, he couldn't burden her. If he didn't go to Azkaban, if he was so lucky then and only then would he tell her how he felt about her and for how long.
Draco cock sprang back to life watching Theo lifting Hermione in his lap and then slamming her back down on him. Draco quickly palmed his dick, and wanked. He moved so that he was standing next to the couple fucking and let his ropes of cum arc on Hermione's tits and on Theo's pecs. And the sight of the streams of his hot white seed on Hermione's dusky skin sent Theo over the edge. His pace became frenetic. He gripped Hermiones hips so hard she would certainly have bruises.
"Hermione, cum for me. Please. please darling. Can I fill you too? Can I mix my cum with Draco's inside your hot wet cunt? Please please?"
"Yes, Theo, Yes!" Hermione sobbed, tears running down her face as her body tensed and shuddered in Theo's grasp. "Fill me, oh my God, you feel so good inside me!" Theo bit down on her neck as his hips pounded into her body until the relentless rhythm was ended with one final jerk of his hips.
Draco gasped as Theo did a wandless nonverbal extension charm making the couch thrice as wide, then grabbed Draco and Hermione and pulled them both into the cushions with him as he caught his breath.
"Theo," Hermione panted, "You are bloody impressive."
Theo wrapped his arm around her and pulled her into his left side and positioned Draco on his right, his right hand tangling into Draco's hair and massaging his scalp drawing a satisfied sigh from the blonde. "Thank you, Princess. Would it be my prowess with magic or with my cock that earned me that complement?"
The way Hermione's eyes were smiling and laughing made Draco's heart soar. She wasn't sad about that stupid git anymore. She was here with him and Theo and for right now, at least, she was happy. No thoughts of the Astronomy Tower, no sorrow, just pleasure and delight.
"A bit of both, if I am perfectly honest," she giggled and snuggled into Theo's arms, reaching over to stroke Draco's forearm where she could easily reach him, "You boys got me knackered."
Theo gazed down into Hermione's eyes and asked, "Why don't you sleep in my room with us tonight, Hermione?"
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