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New perspective

Hermione Granger has to confess that she doesn't know how she got into this situation. Again.

The very first time she had been between these two, had been four years ago, during the Yule Ball, and she had just turned fifteen.

As Viktor Krum had held Hermione's left hand in his right hand and had helped guide her across the dance floor, and as Fleur Delacour had held her hips? Hermione had known that she was doomed-that she would let them do whatever they wanted with her.

Fleur and Viktor, at the time, had been too noble for their own good. They had not touched her, in any sexual way, not wishing to take advantage of how young the brunette was.

Then Voldemort had returned, and the war had happened.

Viktor and Fleur both, had sent owls to her, begging for her to stay with one of them, to keep herself safe from the death eaters. But Hermione knew what she'd have to do, to help get rid of Voldemort.

So, she, Ron and Harry went on their journey.

And had ended up here. At this safehouse, run by Fleur, Fleur's mother and grandmother, and by Viktor and his family.

Apparently, Viktor, Fleur and their families had set up their own safe place, and Fleur and Viktor both, had gone searching for Hermione.

They found Hermione and her friends, before the death eaters did.

After all that stress, and exhaustion and running? Hermione hated to admit to it, but she had just been so happy to see them.

She acted before she could think better of it, and had lunged forward, kissing Viktor first, then kissing Fleur.

She barely registered Harry's startled yelp and Ron's outraged cry.

She had felt Viktor gasp into her mouth, but he had only pulled her closer, and when she had kissed Fleur, she had felt the older woman smirk into the kiss.

She had ignored Ron's protests after that, and had left the alcove where she shared a hall full of rooms with Ron and Harry, and went to where Viktor and Fleur were staying. Both former Triwizard champions welcomed her with open arms.

And here she was, years later, eighteen years old, between them again. Only this time?

All three her, Fleur and Viktor were naked. And Hermione's back was to Viktor's muscled chest, and she felt his thick fingers gently probing her cunt from behind, his mouth on her throat, and she was moaning and Fleur was brushing the palm of her left hand against Hermione's clit, her right hand wrapped around the sweaty, pale pink mound of Hermione's left breast, and her mouth sucking at Hermione's right nipple, all of these actions causing Hermione to buck her hips fast into the hands that were stimulating her.

As Fleur pulled her mouth from Hermione's breast, she purred, "Come for us love, come hard."

Hermione felt herself going over the edge, fast and she screamed, coming, just as Fleur had ordered her to do.

She clenched around Viktor's fingers, her cries filling the room as she bucked her hips.

When her climax and orgasm subsided, her hips slowed down and she panted out, "Wh-what about the two of you?"

"We'll get to that," Fleur assured her, chuckling, "But for now? I think it's time you start learning what pleasure can be provided from our mouths, our petite lioness."

Hermione shivered, only having a few moments to understand what Fleur was implying, when Viktor pulled his fingers out of her and moved away, allowing Fleur to pin Hermione down onto her back on the mattress, and gasped, feeling Viktor begin to slide down to between Hermione's legs.

Fleur added, pressing her forehead to Hermione's as she spoke, her blue eyes boring into Hermione's light brown eyes as she said, "Tell us to stop, if you don't want to keep going, love."

Hermione, helpless to what she wanted Fleur and Viktor to do to her, as she always had been, tilted her head back, allowing Fleur access to her pale throat, and she opened her legs even wider, allowing Viktor's mouth access to her cunt.

"Please," she begged, and neither Viktor nor Fleur needed any more encouragement,

Fleur and Viktor both lunged forward, Fleur's mouth gently biting at Hermione's pale throat, and Viktor darting his tongue between Hermione's pink vaginal lips, lapping at the pink pearl nestled there.

Hermione screamed louder than she ever had in her life.

Hermione wasn't sure how she got into this situation. But perhaps all it took was a new perspective in life, to take what you really wanted.