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That was very naughty of you. Expect me in your office after work tonight.
-D
Hermione was pacing her office, her steps dragging across the lush carpet as she went from one end of her bookshelf to the other. When she’d gotten that note after the meeting, she knew work would be scarce from her—her thoughts constantly dragged back to whatever he had planned for her.
It wasn’t like she even did anything that bad ! Groaning in frustration, Hermione recalled the way she’d smiled at the other Ministry employee and praised him. Maybe she was a little emphatic with her praise, but he’d done a good job! He was new and deserved to preen a bit from being complimented by his boss.
Three short, quick knocks rapped at her door an hour after the close of day.
“You made me wait long enough,” Hermione grumbled as she opened the door to reveal Draco standing there, leaning one shoulder against the wall and looking at his nails.
A raised eyebrow and a smirk told her he was adding that comment to his plans.
“I got caught up in a conversation with Harry,” he explained as if that made her ruined knickers suddenly not ruined .
Hermione turned around and led him back to her desk. She rested her bum against it, sitting back only slightly and hoping for all the world that she looked more relaxed than she felt. This would end up being her fatal mistake later on.
Closing the door softly, Draco followed her to sit in one of the guest chairs she had in front of her desk for meetings. It also happened to be the one she was standing in front of. Scooting forward slightly, Draco nestled her between his legs as he sat splayed in the seat. Feigning relaxation and blase came so much easier to him than it did to her, and, at that moment in time, she wanted to set him on fire for it.
“Let’s see,” Draco looked her up and down, “Flirting with someone else in front of me. That should earn you a pretty punishment, I think.”
“I wasn’t—!” Hermione exclaimed, but he cut her off with one finger held up.
“You should’ve seen your pretty little blush from my perspective when he asked you to coffee after the meeting. Even he thought you were flirting.” Draco smirked.
He leaned forward in his chair, and his hands started lightly trailing up and down her legs over the hem of her skirt.
“Men would stop asking me out if they knew I was already taken,” Hermione challenged, watching his eyes follow his fingertips.
Standing up and gripping the edge of the desk on either side of her so that she was boxed in, Draco leaned in slowly. “But where’s the fun in that?” He pulled away just as quickly as he’d crowded her, and Hermione slowly let out the breath she’d been holding at his proximity. Walking over to her wall-to-wall bookshelf, he acted as if he was perusing the titles.
He’d already shucked his cloak and his suit jacket for the evening—didn’t even arrive at her office with them on. Sleeves rolled up on his dress shirt to his elbows gave her a wonderful view of his hands as he slowly ran a finger down a few book spines and of his tensed forearms covered in his many tattoos. He was holding back, and she was already ready to melt.
“It would help if you didn’t throw yourself at them,” Draco muttered, turning back to her to witness her eyes locked on his arms. He crossed them in front of his chest and flexed under her attention.
“Hmm?” It took Hermione a moment to realise what he’d said. When it clicked, “I didn’t throw myself at him!”
Draco only raised another brow.
“Undress.”
“Excuse me?” Hermione asked.
“You heard me. Un. Dress,” he repeated with clipped words and a smirk for days.
Hermione looked around her office and raised a brow as if to say, “really? Here?” but when Draco nodded, all she could do was listen lest she make this worse for herself.
Starting with her blouse, she pulled it out from where it was tucked into her skirt, a simple white sheath that she had to wear a camisole underneath. She laid it on her desk lightly, secretly glad that he let her undress herself since he’d ripped every one of her clothes last time. Her camisole followed her shirt, and as she was unzipping her skirt, her door burst open.
“Hey, Hermi—”
“Harry!” Hermione screamed, covering her lace-covered breasts.
Harry paused in the doorway, stunned. She followed his eyes as she looked at her, then travelled to Draco and back to her. They lingered on where she was trying to maintain her decency. So surprised was Hermione that she didn’t even notice his lack thereof.
Closing the door softly behind him, Harry leaned back against the door.
“What are you doing?” Hermione asked, her voice shrill.
“What does it look like, love? He’s going to enjoy the show,” Draco answered in lew of Harry.
Hermione looked between the two, “What on earth do you mean?”
“Draco invited me here tonight. Now I know why,” Harry finally spoke again, making his way to sit on her office couch, directly across the room from where Draco stood at the bookshelf.
She was caged in—her core, realising it quicker than her with how it warmed up and was practically gushing now.
“Darling, the way you two have been circling each other for the past couple of years—maybe since your childhood—was cute at first, but slowly it started to become maddening. If Harry had never fallen for Theo, he’d probably still be waiting for you to notice him.” Draco walked over to her lazily and brushed some of her hair behind her ear.
“Harry?” Hermione dragged her eyes away from Draco.
He wouldn’t meet her eyes, telling her everything she needed to know.
“But what about Theo?” she asked.
“Open marriage, remember? We often include a third or go on a date with someone else for the evening. They’re never included in our lives more than twice, but it’s been nice, especially when I get to watch,” Harry explained, summoning a glass and her firewhisky from her drink cart by the wall.
Hermione sucked in a breath not only at his words but his display of wandless magic, “So, you’re going to… watch, then?”
“He might join in as well,” Draco said, eyes zeroing in on the flush she knew was on her chest at his words. “Just say the word, and he’ll leave.”
Whipping her eyes back to Draco, “What?”
“You know the word we decided on. Say it, and this will all end here, and we can go meet Blaise and Ginny early for drinks as we planned.”
Pausing for a moment, Hermione looked between the two men, her lover and her best friend. Draco had said they’d been circling each other, not just that Harry had been harbouring a crush on her. Was he right? Had she been pining for him just as much? But she had Draco, and he had Theo. Wasn’t this a betrayal to them?
Draco could apparently see how her mind was turning over everything because he immediately cupped her face softly, all hardness from a moment ago gone.
“Hey,” he whispered, “Look at me,” he said when she wouldn’t. “It’s okay. Harry knows about us, and I’m not upset by your feelings. Theo wouldn’t be either; he’s known about Harry’s feelings for you for as long as he’s known him .” He paused when a small noise of protest left Harry’s throat. “This would all be completely consensual; if you like it, we can include him again sometime. I’m not threatened by your feelings for him; I know you’re mine.”
Whispering the last part in her ear, he retained some of the deeper play from earlier, his voice husky and commanding. Hermione’s eyes fluttered shut, but she pulled back to look him in the eyes.
“I love you,” she said softly.
“I know,” Draco smirked. He always said it back, but he knew that wasn’t what she’d needed to hear at this particular moment.
Without breaking eye contact, Hermione dropped her hands from where they covered her. She tugged on her already loosened skirt and let it fall to the floor.
With his smirk still firmly on his face, almost turning to a leer, Draco took a couple of steps back to enjoy the image she created.
Nude lace barely covered any of the important bits, matching each other. She’d foregone stockings or any tummy control shorts, so all she had left was her undergarments and heels, all of them the same shade of nude.
“You’d think she planned for tonight with the way she coordinated her outfit,” Harry chuckled, taking a long sip of firewhisky, his eyes glued to her.
Draco’s head snapped over to him. Jaw slack and eyes wide for a moment, he squinted and slowly looked back to her.
“Did you?” The words were not a question; they were a command.
“Did I what?” Doe-eyes firmly on her face, she suppressed the smirk that wanted to show.
“Did you plan this? Not Harry, but us.” Draco walked over to his swiftly, caging her against her desk once more.
“Poor Stephen. He really did deserve the praise, though. I had no idea he would try to ask me out afterwards, though. Men are so predictable,” Hermione sighed, the smirk finally breaking through.
Harry choked on his whisky.
Draco’s face darkened. He was impressed, she could tell by the way his chest poofed out, but angry, for playing exactly into what she wanted all along. Harry was just a surprising bonus.
“We see Blaise and Ginny every week.” Hermione raised one shoulder in a half-hearted shrug.
“Turn around. Elbows on your desk.”
Sucking in a quick breath, Hermione did so. Draco didn’t give her any actual room to move, so her body rubbed against his as she complied. Feeling his rock hard cock trail around her waist, Hermione gasped. He was definitely proud of her little manipulation.
He stepped away from her, and she lost all the warmth exuding from his form. Looking over her shoulder a little, she saw both his and Harry’s eyes locked on her ass. She’d worn a thong.
Shaking his head slightly, Draco looked over to Harry.
“Ten?” he asked.
It was harder for Harry to break out of trance. “Ten?” he repeated, confused.
“Ten spanks,” Draco clarified, pleased when Harry reacted with a blush deeper than hers.
“I think that sounds suitable.”
Draco turned back to her, seeing her eyes on him. She looked away quickly, knowing she hadn’t been permitted to look back at them. Eyes locked on the desk, she let out a squeak when the first connection of his hand to her cheek. It was loud, and it felt like it echoed.
“Count for me, would you, Harry?” Draco asked in nearly the same voice he used on her.
She peeked over at him through her hair again and saw Harry enjoy that tone coming from her lover directed at him. Interesting.
“One,” he said like a—
“Good boy,” Draco praised.
Hermione nearly came on the spot, and, by the way Harry jerked, he must’ve almost done so, too.
Another smack and Hermione was closing her eyes and moaning.
“Two.”
Three, four, and five came in quick succession—Hermione keening in lust. Spanks weren’t her favourite form of punishment, but they were a close second.
Draco rubbed the—probably very red—spot lightly, giving that one a break when his right hand came down on the other cheek.
“Six.”
“Widen your stance,” Draco ordered her.
Complying quickly, Hermione leaned further over her desk, the wider stance making her sink lower. She squeezed her eyes shut when the next three came down.
“Seven, eight, nine.” Harry dutifully called out.
It was a moment before the last one hit, and Hermione knew why once it did. His hand didn’t really land on either one of her cheeks; it hit upward, flat on her dripping cunt. The squelch and slap it made were vulgar, but Hermione was too busy moaning, biting down on her arm. Draco summoned some warming cream from somewhere; hell, it might’ve been in his pocket for all she knew. Rubbing away the sting, the warmth only deepened the burn deliciously, making sure she knew sitting would be interesting tomorrow.
“Ten.”
“You were a good girl, Hermione. And you, Harry—a good boy,” Draco commented as he massaged the cream into her arse.
“Thank you, Draco,” Hermione sighed.
Harry stood from where he was and came around the desk to her side. “Do I say that, too?” he asked.
“Only if you want to,” Draco chuckled. “We haven’t decided on a safe word for you yet. Do you have one with Theo?”
“Theo and I don’t really do… this. We just enjoy fucking each other as many times as we can in one night.”
“Interesting.”
Harry ran a hand through Hermione’s hair as she came down from her high, laying there while Draco took care of her. “Why’s that interesting?”
“Because Theo is the one who taught me.”
Hand frozen in her hair, Hermione shifted her eyes to see Harry’s shock. He didn’t look upset, though, just incredibly aroused. Glancing down, Hermione saw the very large tent in his trousers and wondered how long he’d been that hard.
Reaching out slowly, she tried to unzip his trousers while he was distracted. A hand came down on her arm right as she was about to grasp the zipper.
“Now, now, darling,” Draco tutted. “You know better than to do things without asking, especially without a safe word.”
Harry looked down and noticed where she was reaching. “It’s okay, really.”
“No, it’s not. This calls for another punishment.” Draco sounded anything but disappointed.
Grabbing her waist, he pulled her up and turned her around to face him again. She was finally more than just a puddle so that she could hold herself up. Her pussy throbbed at the look on his face, but she couldn’t find it in herself to regret her actions.
Smirking, Draco picked her up and set her on the desk. He walked over to Harry, whispering in his ear for a moment, one hand on the man’s neck, pulling him in. Eye’s fluttering shut, Harry nodded and whispered a quiet word back. Draco must’ve been pleased by his easy submission because Hermione got to watch as Draco grabbed both sides of Harry’s face. Pressing him back into the wall, Draco kissed the living shite out of him. Hermione moaned as she watched Draco devour her friend and thrust against him roughly, pushing him farther back into the wall.
Walking away as quickly as he initiated the kiss, Hermione got to see firsthand how Draco often affected her. One moment you’re full of lust and surprise, and the next—just as you’re about to give in and join—he leaves you wanting. He was a little shit, but he was her little shit.
“Hermione, who said you could touch that?” Draco paused in front of her again as she was watching Harry get his bearings.
She snapped her head back to him and realised her hand was in between her legs, rubbing lazy circles on her clit from watching the two men kiss.
Pulling her hand away quickly, she put both arms behind her back but left her legs open so he could see the glistening evidence of what he did to her.
“No one, sir,” she answered, her head lowering so her gaze was to the ground.
“Harry,” she heard Draco say, “Are you hungry?”
“What?” she heard Harry ask. Sometimes your brain was slower to catch up to your body whenever Draco had his say.
“Come here.”
Hermione looked up and watched Harry obey, standing next to Draco in front of her. While Harry pushed the chairs back so that they could stand together on Draco’s order, Draco vanished the last it of her clothing. Draco motioned to Hermione’s naked cunt, and Harry’s eyes immediately zeroed in on it.
“Have you ever seen such a pretty little pussy?” Draco asked.
“No,” Harry breathed.
“Would you like to taste it?”
“Yes… sir. Please.” Harry was a quick learner.
“All yours, pet, but make sure you follow my instructions. We aren’t going to let her come.”
Hermione sucked in a breath. She was fucked.
This. This was her favourite form of punishment, but Draco had never edged her when he was eating her out. He knew she was so sensitive when he was doing that.
Getting on his knees happily, Harry knelt before her, shuffling forward across the soft carpet. Placing two gentle hands on her knees, he smiled at her. He was so sweet and handsome, waiting for her to nod before kissing her thigh. Heart warm inside of her chest; she only got to relish in the sweetness for a moment.
“Pull her closer to the edge of the desk,” Draco commanded.
Harry listened perfectly, wrapping his arms around her thighs and pulling her so that her cunt was right on the edge for him. Using his shoulders to keep her up, he let her legs dangle over them, her heels—which were the only things still on—hitting his back. Suddenly his torse was bare as Draco banished his Auror robes and shirt to the couch. Hermione looked down and saw Harry hadn’t just gotten his forearm tattooed after the war, but his entire back as well.
“Those would just get in the way, and I heard your back is sexy.”
“May I?” Harry asked.
“You may, pet.” Draco sat on a chair behind them. “See, Hermione, he knows how to ask for permission,” her lover said, eyes twinkling at the indignant face she made.
She could only conjure it up for a second, though, because Harry’s tongue was suddenly on her, and she was gone.
Licking at her roughly, Harry was not subtle about his excitement to pleasure her. He drank her in and left nothing dripping from her body. Taking one long swipe after he was done cleaning up the mess they made her earlier, he slowed down and took a breath. Wrapping his arms around her, he gripped her ass. This opened her core even wider to him as she bent her legs to accommodate their place on his shoulders.
“Focus on her clit for a bit,” Draco ordered.
Harry did as he was asked and started using the tip of his tongue to draw shapes in her sensitive clit. Whether he was doing inane shapes or actually writing out words, Hermione felt like a whole book was being written by his tongue with the way he moved it over her. It was overwhelming, and her breath started coming in heavy. Burying her hands in his hair, she gripped it roughly, yanking.
Either he liked that or hated it because when she did, he sucked her clit between his lips and pressed down. Hermione cried out, wanting to let go so bad but knowing it would be worse for her if she did.
“Slow down,” Draco said, “Stick your tongue inside her cunt.”
Spearing her slowly on his tongue, bit by bit, Harry groaned in the back of his throat as he mouth fucked her.
“Oh, Merlin, Harry,” Hermione purred.
“Fuck her with your tongue slowly, lick upwards and press on the top of her tunnel.” Draco was obviously enjoying driving her crazy.
“I’m not going to last, sir,” Hermione moaned, her voice cracking when Harry did as he commanded.
Draco stood and walked over to them, leaning next to them on the desk. Intimately watching what Harry was doing to her, he smirked.
“No, I don’t think you will.”
Harry continued to slowly shove his tongue inside her, dragging it along the spongey part on top as he pulled out. It was heaven and hell all in the same instance. She wanted so desperately to come that a soft sheen of sweat graced her brow from trying to hold on.
“Pause,” Draco said, and Harry stopped with his tongue buried inside of her. “Take a deep breath, my love; we’re not done yet.”
Suddenly, her office door whooshed open once more. Harry pulled his tongue out of her and whipped his head around. Draco didn’t even look over at the intruder, and Hermione squealed a little, trying to cover herself again.
“Draco, I got your Patronus and Floo’d right over. Did I miss anything?” Theodore Nott asked from his place in her doorway.
“Not at all; we’re right in the middle. Your timing may have helped Hermione last through this a little longer.
“Oh, good,” Theo said and closed the door behind him. This time, he swished his wand, locking it and seemingly putting up a silencing ward. “Nice pick on having him use his mouth; it’s fucking deadly, I tell you.”
Theo walked over to her couch and took off his cloak and jacket as if he was just joining them for a dinner party, and he was a little late.
“What the fuck, Draco?” Hermione asked.
“Theo likes to watch,” Harry and Draco answered simultaneously.
“You knew he was coming, too?” Hermione looked down at Harry, looking all innocent.
“No, but it makes sense that Draco would invite him if he invited me. I’m happy he’s here,” Harry shrugged, her legs bobbing with his shoulders.
“Oh, so I’m the only one who doesn’t get to know.”
A hand was suddenly in her hair, and yanking it backwards, Draco leaned in to whisper loudly in her ear so that the whole room could hear him, but he sounded wicked. “It wasn’t your place to know, pet. Or have you forgotten? You’re being punished tonight, and Harry was meant to be a reward. When I found out you manipulated tonight into happening, I called Theo. You have to have known your punishment would get new layers.”
“Yes, sir. I’m sorry, sir,” Hermione moaned, relishing in the sting of her hair being pulled.
“Good girl,” Draco said and released her hair.
Looking around, she saw Theo and Harry with their eyes slightly bugged out and watching them.
“Well, that was hot. Please continue,” Theo said and walked over to stand on the other side, his hip resting on the desk.
“One Master tonight, Theo. We don’t need Harry confused about who to listen to.” Draco ran a hand through Harry’s hair.
Hermione very much felt like a bad student witnessing the teacher’s pet get all the attention. It was a whole new dynamic that she was unprepared for but hoped they did again sometime.
“Just an observer, got it.” Theo winked at Draco and then smiled at her.
“Harry, please continue and go quicker now.”
Licking his lips, Harry dove back in. His tongue fucked her roughly, his head bobbing back and forward so he could spear her harder. Hands gripping harder onto her ass, she felt herself moving forward minisculely and wondered if they would tumble to the floor. She threw her head back in ecstasy, moaning out her approval of this speed.
“Now go back to her clit and finger fuck her,” Draco ordered.
Shoving two fingers deep inside of her, Harry buried them all the way to the last knuckle. His tongue was back on her clit just as quickly, and he was back to writing a book with the tip of it. She grabbed onto his hair again, pulling it and trying to hold for dear life. Her release was coming quickly, but she tried to push it down, not wanting to anger her lover anymore lest he decide to invite yet another person into their playtime.
“God, that’s my boy,” Theo muttered, his eyes locked on Harry’s tongue on her cunt.
“He is quite the good little pet,” Draco agreed.
“Draco, I’m going to come. Please, sir, let me come,” Hermione begged, moaning and biting her lip.
“A little longer, pet. Add a third finger, Harry; she needs to be ready for us.”
Us? Did Draco plan on both of them filling her cunt at the same time? How would they even fit?
“May I remove his clothes, Draco?” Theo asked.
“Sure.”
Theo waved his hand, and Harry was naked. Hermione keened in frustration because she couldn’t see all of him, but they could.
In his own world, Hermione didn’t think he even noticed he wasn’t wearing any clothes. He was so lost in what he was doing to her, which was wonderful and awful at the same time. Wanting to come started consuming her, the fire in her belly trying to rise repeatedly.
“Please, Draco. Please, Draco. Please, Draco. I need to come,” Hermione begged. “I won’t ever manipulate you into punishing me again. I’ll just ask.”
Draco’s smirk told her she had finally said the right thing, “You may come.”
Crying out and falling back onto the desk, Hermione shouted her release. Harry revelled in every clench of her cunt around his fingers and continued to fuck her with them roughly. His tongue didn’t let up on her clit even the slightest. Feeling another wave she wasn’t prepared for, Hermione cried out again as she did something she’d never gotten to do before.
She squirted.
Dripping all over Harry and all over her desk, she flushed in mortification, wondering if she had done something wrong. Harry’s content chuckled as he licked up every drop, and Draco’s impressed raise of his brows told her she was okay.
“You alright, pet?” Draco asked.
“I think so. Am I?” she questioned in a small voice.
“Of course, love,” Theo answered for the other two. “You should see the frenzy this man’s mouth puts me in. Completely natural, and if I’m being totally honest, fucking sexy. I’m not into women, but I think I’d love to experience you coming all over my face.”
Hermione blushed all over again, covering her face with her hands.
Large hands buried underneath of her and picked her up. Carrying her over to her couch, she sat down in someone’s lap. Peeking through her fingers, she saw it was her lover, smiling indulgently at her.
“Would you like to continue at home, darling?”
Taking a deep breath and finally letting herself come down from her high, she realised her bones felt like jelly as she sank into his hold.
“Can they come?” Hermione asked, looking over at her best friend and his husband.
Harry was standing now, his arms around Theo’s waist. Theo had one arm around Harry and the other reaching across to stroke his massive cock.
“Merlin’s balls, Harry, I didn’t know you were that big,” Hermione gasped, her thoughts of all of them enjoying each other interrupted.
“Fuck off, Hermione, you have got to have a huge dick to take on Voldemort.”
Pausing a moment, “Fair,” she conceded.
“Yes, pet, they can come.” Draco kissed her forehead and waved his hand. Their mess was cleaned up, and she assumed everything was sent to their house. Harry and Hermione were side-long apparated by their lover’s, still completely naked.
Once everyone landed in the living room of the spacious cottage Draco and her shared, she watched as Harry looked around, not recognising the place.
“I can’t believe you told Ginny before me,” Harry said, twirling to look at everything, mentioning the previously secret relationship she and Draco shared.
She looked over at Draco with a question in her eyes, and he nodded with a small smile.
“Then you can be the first to know that be proposed to me last week,” Hermione announced with a giggle.
Harry’s stunned expression would’ve already been hilarious if not because they were both starkers. Running over to her, they hugged, completely comfortable even though this had been their first time being so exposed to each other. Pulling back, Harry didn’t hesitate even a little to dip in and kiss her soundly on the lips.
Changing the atmosphere completely, Hermione could feel the aroused leers on their backs. After giving in to the kiss for a moment, Hermione leaned back so that her lips still brushed his as she said, “I think we should run.”
“Where to?” Harry whispered, chuckling.
“Bedroom, or else they might take us right here,” Hermione answered.
“Good idea.”
Grasping hands, the two brats ran up the stairs with their handsome men chasing them. They were supremely punished for teasing their lovers once there.