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She had promised herself she wouldn't play favourites—it wouldn’t be fair, she reasoned. This game she had started at the beginning of their 8th year wasn’t about choosing a favourite; it was about indulgence and rebellion.
But still, warming Draco’s cock, her internal muscles squeezing around him as he stifled a groan, huffing through his nose, was an undeniable high. His sounds, barely concealed by a throat-clearing cough, drew curious glances from Blaise and Theo. Hermione smirked at them, knickerless, while Draco’s cock was buried hilt-deep inside her.
She clenched again.
Another groan, hidden behind yet another cough, and Draco’s grip tightened on her thighs. Hermione sat on his lap in the library, tightening around him every five seconds. She breathed through her mouth, counted to five, and then clenched again.
Draco nuzzled his face in the back of her curls, his hands shifting to her hips, subtly rocking her against him as he pretended to reach into his bag, attempting to play it off as an innocent adjustment.
“You’ve got a cold, mate?” Theo asked, his eyes narrowing at the two of them. Hermione knew her rosy flush might give something away, but she only smiled.
Clench.
“Do you, Draco?” She chimed in, raising an eyebrow. “I’d hate to catch something.”
Clench.
“Ah fuck,” Draco croaked as she felt his cock throb, so she began to tighten now every three seconds. “No, just something – ah, stuck in my throat.”
She was milking him, and she knew it. Every squeeze made Draco's fingers dig deeper into her fleshy side, his breath hot and ragged as he muttered curses into her sweater. She felt the rush of his release, the spurts of cum filling her as she gingerly rolled her hips, ensuring he spilled every last ounce. A muted moan escaped her lips, disguised as a yawn, as Blaise’s questioning look bore through her.
“How’s your Potions essay coming along?” she asked in a strenuous soprano, while Draco repositioned beneath her, slowly softening.
Hermione wondered when they’d catch on—if they hadn’t already—that she was shagging all three of them.
The bruises were still obvious on her knees from when Theo had roughly throat-fucked her behind a suit of armour in the dungeons last week, the cold stone pressing into her bones. The love bite from Blaise, hidden beneath her collar, reminded her of this morning when he’d pinned her against the faucet in the prefects’ bath.
And then there was Draco.
Her Draco.
He loved using her as his personal cocksleeve, yet she made sure to take turns, sitting on each of their laps, constricting around them as they studied.
The sex had started earlier in the year with Theo after Slughorn paired them up for a group project. A month later, Draco was between her thighs in the Restricted Section. Not long after that, Blaise’s length was spilling down her throat in the supply cupboard.
Maybe they all knew. Maybe they just didn’t mind sharing.
Hermione was packing her bags, tomes and parchment piling up, while slick cum still trickled down her thighs. Theo finally broke the silence.
"Five minutes, Malfoy. It usually takes me ten."
She snapped her head around, catching the grin spreading across Draco’s face as he made a show of adjusting his belt. Blaise, meanwhile, was stifling a laugh.
Draco winked at her, then glanced back at Theo. "You can’t blame me, Nott."
"So... you all know," Hermione smirked, leaning forward on the desk, reaching for her last quill. Her skirt rode up just enough to reveal a glimpse of her bare arse.
"Fucking knickerless, just the way we like it," Blaise cooed, clicking his tongue.
"You’re not angry with me?" She fluttered her lashes, leaning back further, knees knocking together, biting her tongue through her teeth. All three of them tilted their heads to the side, and she saw the unmistakable burst of lust pool in their pupils.
"Angry?" Theo’s voice was reassuringly smooth. Theodore was always the one who praised her when she did something right, guided her, and told her exactly how to improve.
"We’re fucking grateful," Draco added, his words splashed with that possessive tone that always set her soul on fire. Her Draco. Her favourite. He fucked her as if it were his life's purpose—as if filling her and licking her clean afterward were the only reason he woke in the mornings.
"We didn’t want to tell you," Blaise chimed in, ever the pragmatic one, thoughtful and generous. "Seemed you enjoyed having the secret."
"Then why are you telling me now?" she questioned, her thoughts twisting down the tunnel toward depravity.
“You’ve been such a good study, Granger,” Theo drawled, his grin widening as he glanced between his Slytherin mates before settling back on her. “No surprise there—perfect fucking student and all that. But now… we’re thinking of something different. A test.”
“A... a test?” Hermione stammered.
A test? Hermione loved tests—excelling in them was second nature to her. But what kind of test did they have in mind? The thought sent a heady pulse through her, thighs instinctively squeezing together tighter.
“Look at our girl,” Blaise chuckled. “All lit up and peachy at the thought of it.”
"Tomorrow’s exam is in our dorm, Granger. Don’t be late, or we’ll start deducting points." Theo winked, slinging his bag over his shoulder, the strap hanging carelessly as always.
"Malfoy can walk you back to Gryffindor Tower tonight," Blaise added with a nod. "Make sure she gets plenty of rest, Draco... she’s going to need it."
Draco held out his hand, and Hermione’s face burned red hot, but the blush quickly gave way to a flutter of butterflies in her stomach—and a much more dangerous heat spreading lower.
The throbbing between her legs was oppressive.
She pressed her legs together, shifting in her seat in an attempt to find some comfort. Every time she adjusted, she could feel the simmer of Draco, Blaise, and Theo’s eyes on the back of her neck. She was sat next to Harry and Ron, both oblivious to her secret fuck sessions with their Slytherin house rivals.
She swore she could smell herself, the earthy tang reaching her nose as she shimmed again. From the muffled groans behind her, like a pack of hyenas ready to pounce, she knew they could smell her too—as if they knew exactly how wet their suggestion had made her.
An exam.
A test.
The thought of all three of them made her body hum with want. She had imagined it before Blaise, Draco, and Theo —taking her in ways that others might call degrading.
But not Hermione. To her, it was power. Having them crave her so fervently, having them beg for her.
It was 8:00 PM when she slipped out of the busy Gryffindor common room unnoticed, sneaking down the endless flights of stairs. She moved quietly through the dim corridors, passing the last few students heading back to their dormitories. Finally, she stood in the darkened tunnel near the dungeons, knowing the Slytherin common room was somewhere nearby. Though, she had never been there before.
"Granger."
Draco's voice was a shallow purr as he rounded the corner, dressed in his school uniform. His white shirt was messily unbuttoned, his tie loose and disheveled.
"I'm not late," she defended, a little breathless. "You said 8:30, and it’s 8:25."
"Anxious, are we?" he teased, his hands brushing over her sweater-covered arms. Underneath, she was prepared—wearing a newly bought emerald green lace bralette that barely covered her nipples, a matching thong disappearing between her cheeks, and garters clipped to her stockings. Everything hidden beneath the unassuming knits.
"I don’t know how to get in, or where I’m going," she murmured, leaning closer to him, her lips brushing his ear. "Or is that part of the test too?" She licked along the base of his earlobe as the clutch on her wrist tightened, earning herself a gutty groan.
"I’m going to Disillusion you," Draco smirked, stepping back slightly as he cast the spell. "The common room’s still full, and we don’t need any questions."
Hermione, now without sight of her own hands, internally fawned at how effortlessly skilled Draco was with his magic– it made her clit throb. She was always such a slut for academics.
"Peccatum," he muttered, and the stone snakes guarding the entrance hissed and roared open. The lake’s bioluminescence bathed the room, fiery hearths danced shadows on every wall.
It was all marble, gold, and rich emerald hues—a significant contrast to the balmy coziness of Gryffindor Tower. Students lounged in every corner, laughing, smoking, and boozing.
Draco walked ahead of her, deliberately slow, his pace steady enough for her to follow unseen. They turned to the left of a glowering portrait of Merlin and descended deeper into the dungeons. Rows of blackened oak doors with silver cursive initials carved into them lined the hall.
With each step, her heart rattled in her ribcage as they reached the last door.
The initials shone in the torchlight of the sconces: DLM, TTN, BAZ.
Draco pushed open the door. Their dormitory had high vaulted ceilings, that rained shadows down over the sleek black four-poster beds, each draped in viridian and crisp cream sheets. The desks were more like manor bureaus, large and ornate than school work desks. Theo lounged lazily at the edge of the middle bed, tossing a Quaffle up and down, looking thoroughly bored. Across the room, Blaise sat at his desk, fiddling with his tie, tightening and loosening it absently as Hermione stepped inside. The Disillusionment Charm dropped.
“You were almost late...” Theo remarked, sitting up and running his eyes slowly up and down her form. Before Hermione could defend her tardiness, Draco interjected.
"The common room is full, Crabbe and Goyle are hosting Exploding Snap again."
“Always the white knight, coming to rescue our princess,” Nott drawled.
“No.” Hermione smiled, stepping further into the room towards Theo.
A fire burned in her belly.
Their scents began fusing around her—Draco’s leather and tobacco, Blaise’s sandalwood and sage, Theo’s bergamot and orange.
She glided on the carpet, then moved one leg over Theo’s side as she knelt on the plush fabric of the bed, her hand resting gently on his well-structured cheek. Draco and Blaise stood behind her now she could feel their stares, their presence lining the empty space around her.
She positioned her other knee at Theo’s hip, straddling him, sliding down onto his groin. His curls flopped lazily into his eyes, and a half-grin tugged at the corners of his lips.
“Draco is the dragon guarding my tower, Blaise is the white knight...” Hermione’s cadence dropped as her lips brushed against Theo’s, teasing a chaste kiss that left him groaning. “And you, my darling... you’re the villain.”
Theo grinned, his hands gripping her thighs as he rocked her gently over his growing hardness. He glanced over his shoulder, where Draco and Blaise were standing close now, their heavy breathing audible in the foggy silence.
“She needs a safe word, Nott,” Draco broke through the quiet.
“A safe word?” Hermione asked, her curls bouncing as she turned to face Draco and Blaise, their lecherous expressions glued onto her.
“A safe word,” Draco repeated. “In case you want to stop... or if the test gets to be too much.”
Hermione’s eyes gleamed. She had no intention of stopping.
“Peccatum,” she murmured, looking back down at Theo, who smiled toothily at her.
“There, Malfoy. Happy?” In one swift motion, he scooped Hermione up, flipping her onto her back right where he had been sitting. Her legs hung open just enough for them to see bits of darkened lace, and her arms spread out in a triangle for balance, as all three dominated over her, ready to devour.
Theo loosened his tie from around his neck, unbuttoning his shirt. He pulled the tie taut in his hands, snapping it twice.
“You aren’t allowed to peek yet. This is the first half of the test. I’m going to tie this around your eyes, and Malfoy will bind your wrists together. You’ll have to rely solely on your other senses.”
A whimper. Liquid lust was in her blood, coursing it through her veins into every artery, every nerve ending, every brain cell.
“Fucking hell, you’re so good, Granger...” Draco groaned as he moved closer, delicately tying his green and silver tie around her wrists. “So beautiful... so fucking perfect for me...” he whispered, his breath damp against her ear. “Tell me if it’s too tight.” He paused as he secured the last knot, leaving her hands bound.
“That’s... that’s good,” she breathed, heart racing as she considered which test would force her to rely on her other senses solely. Knowing Theo, she was certain he’d start with his tongue; he always did.
With a flick of Nott’s wand, the tie shot from his hands and wrapped around her eyes, momentarily plunging her into darkness. As her eyes adjusted, she began to see the outlines of their silhouettes.
“Granger... you and I are going to do this just us next time. Fucking Merlin, I’m going to tie you to the bedposts until your boneless,” Draco growled.
“I have to agree with Malfoy on this...,” Blaise added in a velvet rumble.
“... Are you ready?”
“Ah... yes. What is the first test?” she asked, biting down on her lip.
“You’ve studied us for a while; you must know who’s who by now. But we want to be sure... the first test is simple. We’re all going to taste you, and when we’re done, you have to tell us which one of us tongue-fucked you in order.”
“See how well you know your boys...” Blaise added.
“She’s going to know me.” It wasn’t a statement; it was Draco’s way of expressing his confidence. And he was right; she would know him. But truly, she was sure she’d recognize each of them by the way their tongues felt inside her cunt.
The first sensation she registered was the crisp air brushing against her skin, sending a subtle shiver through her body. It was followed by multiple sharp inhales of curses that pulled a gentle stretch down her spine. The cold seemed more pronounced now, seeping into her exposed limbs, but her fingers remained anchored against warm flesh—her bare arms brushing lightly against her ribs.
“Fuck. A perfectly packaged present...”
“Who got those for her?” Draco's voice cut through the haze, a drop of annoyance as if there were some unspoken rules about claiming her in this way.
“I bought them last month… I was saving them, hoping you’d all see me like this.”
“So thoughtful, baby, but you won’t be buying these for us again, alright? We’ll take care of that,” Blaise replied.
A hand—or was it a finger?—skated down her kneecaps and slid down her thighs, slowly spreading them apart. The touch was light, and she felt a callous on the right palm, the chill of metal rings rolling down her skin as she whimpered. She wasn’t sure yet who it was; her legs were spread wide, like butter melting on a warm pan, granting them full access.
“Soaking yourself, and we haven’t even touched you yet... such a filthy fucking slut.” Nott's voice rang out, though it seemed to come from a distance, separate from the hands gripping her calves.
She rocked her hips forward, desperate for the gentle pressure of something on her clit, needing to grind down against something—anything—to fill the aching. It was borderline cruel, the way they teased and restrained her, leaving her on the edge of desperation.
A torrid, wet tongue trailed a slick path from her knee down to the seam of her thong, and Hermione's body jerked in response.
“Oh gods…”
“Silencing charm?” Draco groaned.
“Already done. I know how loud she gets,” Theo replied with casual arrogance, both voices hovering nearby but not too close.
Fingers gripped the strings of her thong, steadily peeling it away. The fabric stuck to her wet folds, dragging just a moment longer, and then she felt it—hot breath against her cunt.
“Please,” she begged, her voice quivering as the tip of a finger rolled over her clit, igniting a tremor that had her hips rucking upward. A tongue plunged into her, fiery and thick, the pointed tip flicking just perfectly, teasing her before sucking it into his mouth.
He had her writhing.
The tongue dragged her wetness up and down, each suction pulling her deeper into madness. Without her hands, her body convulsed uncontrollably, desperate for more. Strong hands pinned her hips down, and she felt the tickle of silky hair brush her navel.
“More. Fuck. More,” she whined, barely holding onto reality as the tongue worked her over. And then she knew—there was no mistaking the possessiveness in the way he licked her, the relentless hold on her body, ensuring she stayed open and vulnerable.
Draco.
Of course, he’d be the first. He’d likely insisted on it—being the first to taste her, the first to claim her pleasure for himself. His tongue laved her with precision, the kind only Draco possessed as if his sole purpose was to make her cum.
She could feel it building, the orgasm coiling tightly in her belly, her toes curling, her back arching off the mattress. Without her hands, she was helpless to the onslaught, her body bucking wildly against him.
“I’m... fuck...” she panted, on the edge of a release so intense it left her vibrating.
And then it hit—rockets shooting up her spine, her breath catching as the orgasm tore through her. She screamed; her body shook. Draco held her firm, grounding her, never letting up until every wave had passed.
She lay there, utterly spent, and yet he hadn’t even used his fingers. Only Draco could make her cum that hard with just his tongue.
Before Hermione could catch her breath, another tongue was already flicking at her still-sensitive clit. A firm weight pinned her to the mattress as she squirmed, the aftershocks of her previous orgasm still rippling through her body.
"Give her a minute," Draco’s breathless grunt hit her ears, though he didn’t sound as if he entirely meant it.
"She can use her safe word," Theo chimed in unbothered. "Do you need to use your safe word love?"
"No... no, I want it," Her words a whisper as a long, flat tongue slid through her folds again. The sensation was all-consuming. She gasped as her legs were lifted, and hoisted onto solid, muscular shoulders. He spread her wider, giving him the perfect angle to lick from her clit to slit, a broad, teasing stroke that had her arching into him.
“Ohmyfuckinggod,” she cried.
Somewhere in the fog of lust, she heard it—the unmistakable sound of skin on skin. They were stroking themselves.
Fuck.
She wished she could see them, imagined all three of them gripping their cocks, drops of pre-cum sliding down the tips. She wanted to taste them all, wanted to wrap her lips around each one, and lick them clean.
She hoped that would be a test.
The tongue between her legs quickened, moving with a maddening force, and then two wide fingers plunged inside her, curling into her fleshy front walls. Her legs started shaking, and she could feel herself spiraling towards a second orgasm, sloppy and desperate. There was no finesse, no rhythm—just wild, raw need. He was letting her take whatever she wanted, letting her buck and grind against his face, letting her fuck herself on his tongue and fingers.
Blaise.
“Yesyesyesyesyes......”
Her body moved on instinct, rocking her pelvis against his jaw. Her orgasm crashed through her, pungent and messy, her juices soaking his face, the wetness coating his chin and hands as they continued their pace. Blaise didn't stop until she had completely disintegrated, her second orgasm rolling over her.
She was wheezing, she felt her body become sand, washing away with each wave of her climax.
"Just one more, Granger... Give us one more, and we'll let you rest."
"Yes, please... just one more," she moaned, barely able to hold herself together, melting into the bed that unmistakably smelled of Draco. It had to be his. The aroma enveloped her, grounding her amidst the aftershocks that ran rampant through her blood and tissues.
The last mouth kissed its way up her thighs, lingering in the doughy creases where her legs met her core. With the precision only he could master, there was a finger in her arse, two deep inside her cunt, while a mouth hollowed around her clit.
Theo.
Theo loved her arse—thumb in, tongue flicking, finger pushing with flawless dexterity, using her own slick to stretch her tightest spot. He rocked his finger inside her, teasing, filling her, driving her higher.
"Another finger... " she begged, frenzied to fuck something more solid.
"You want something harder, Granger? Fuck, I didn’t know how easy it’d be to fill that tight little arse," Draco murmured, his voice a low rasp, her moans almost drowning him out.
"I haven't... have you?" Blaise's question was half lost.
"No,"
"Fuck... keep doing that... all three at once," Hermione cried.
"You’ll say that again tonight, love," Theo's voice rumbled as her body collapsed, his words tipping her over the edge once more.
Heavy panting sloshed in her ears as the bed shifted, and the weight of Theo’s body lifted as he stood up. Hermione’s body was spent, weak from exhaustion, and this was only the first test.
“Draco…” she gasped, trying to fill her lungs back with air.
“Yes, Granger?”
“No… Draco… you were first. Then Blaise, then Theo... right? I’m right... aren’t I?” Hermione murmured, her mind struggling to keep up with the cloud of euphoria she floated on.
Her question was met with a chorus of unmistakable chuckles.
“Yes, Granger,” Draco replied with smug satisfaction. “You’re right.
“Second…second test…” She nodded, still bound and blinded, surrendering herself to their will.
Without hesitation, two pairs of strong hands lifted her from the bed—soft, firm hands she recognized as Draco’s, and rougher, larger hands that could only be Blaise’s.
"Kneel, baby," Blaise murmured into her ear. With a guiding touch, his palms steady on her shoulders, Hermione sank to her knees, and a fresh wave of arousal pulsed through her, the blood rushing to her clit.
"Open your mouth wide, and stick out your tongue," Theo commanded.
Hermione obeyed instantly, her mouth parting as the throbbing tip of a cock brushed against her lips. The salty taste of precum hit her tongue as a broad girthy length pushed into her mouth. She could only suck, no hands to steady herself, her throat opening to take him in. The light grip on the back of her curls, the familiar curve in his shaft, and the immediate buck of his hips told her who it was.
Blaise.
"Good girl... that's it, suck his cock," Theo encouraged.
She could tell by the hushed tones and low grunts that he and Draco were standing close by, gripping themselves as her drool ran down her chin, her throat working with wet, sloppy sounds.
Blaise was gentle, letting her guide how much of him she could take. She could feel him tensing, the buildup to his release, but just before the moment crested, he pulled out, leaving her gulping for more.
A brief second of relief before a fistful of her curls was yanked, and another cock—thicker and harder—slammed into her throat. She gagged instantly, spitting messily down her chin, her breasts, and her neck, as he roughly fucked her mouth.
"Such a good little whore, love. Take more... that’s it," Theo groaned, trying to keep his voice steady. But she knew better. She knew how he liked to be sucked, knew the pressure he loved on his base, as his hands tangled in her hair, hitting her gag reflex again and again.
Another wicked pop and air rushed into her mouth. But before she could fully recover a slick, wide cock slid down her throat once more.
She sucked hard, laving her tongue along the beating vein that pulsed on his underside, humming softly as she massaged the tip with the flush of her tongue. His hands gripped either side of her head, tilting her upward.
Draco loved getting the perfect view of her mouth stretched around him.
“Perfect... bloody perfect,” he whispered.
Hermione knew Draco enjoyed having his cock sucked, but to him, her cunt was his favourite—the back of her throat was yet another way to feel her, and he’d take every opportunity she gave him.
After only a few strokes through her lips, and a few grunts of pleasure, she released him in a popping suction.
“Blaise... Theo... Draco,” she panted.
“That one was easy,” Blaise said, helping her to her feet.
“Alright, love... last test, then you get your reward,” Theo quipped. Draco positioned her back onto the bed, laying her out the same way as before.
Hands spread her open once again, and anticipation curled her toes as she felt the slow, deliberate press of a girthy head of a cock into her cunt. The slick snap of it tugged at her inside walls, the wet friction inoculating her nerves. She knew this cock, knew the stretch, the burn—it was familiar, a welcome ache.
"What a delicious little witch... takes cock so well," Theo murmured as Hermione bit down on her lip at his praise, a whimper slipping free.
The body above her kissed along her neck, slipping his tongue into her moaning mouth, his scent heavy in the air—all over her—saturating the bed and clinging to his chest.
Every thrust, every wet, sloppy noise—every strained grunt told her Draco was holding back, trying to suppress the sounds that would give him away, but it only made her crave his moans more.
"I need to feel more of you…" she gasped.
"Fuck—"
He loved it when she begged for him.
"Right there… oh gods, right there…" she pleaded, feeling him pulse inside her. Draco was always the first to lose control, cumming fast and hard, only to pull out, fingers deftly pushing his release back inside her, and then, hard again, fucking her like it was the first time.
She could sense how much effort it took for him to pull away now, his breathing uneven as he withdrew, leaving her empty and desperate for more.
"Nooo," she whined, frustrated, hearing him swallow thickly.
"Fuck, I couldn’t… Merlin, she's… and all tied up like that…" Draco's voice was hoarse as the bed shifted beneath her again.
"I want you all to cum," she moaned in a broken plea.
"Oh, we will, love. But not yet," Theo soothed her, as the touch soft of the next body atop her began trailing kisses down her chest, nipping and sucking at her nipples. The heat of him pressing against her entrance made her gape. Slowly, steadily, hips rolled into her, all hips, no legs. She knew that thrust.
Blaise.
"Such a needy cunt today—Malfoy, she’ll have your bed drenched."
"Let her soak it, I fucking love her like this,"
"I love all your cocks, every single one…" Hermione mewled as Blaise palmed her breasts, his pelvis hitting flush with the cheeks of her arse. The vibrations of her moans traveled through her as he angled down, getting him to hit that plush spot inside her that made her body gush, the obscene sounds of her arousal slapping against his groin.
"Salazar, she’s so fucking wet…." Blaise pulled back in a sting, leaving her panting, and empty once again.
"Now look at that pretty cunt, clenching around nothing, begging for more of us... don’t worry we’re going to give it to you, aren’t we?" Theo rasped, his body squeezing down against hers.
He licked at her neck, his teeth grazing her jaw as his fingers tangled in her hair, pulling greedily.
"Don’t pretend you don’t know exactly who this is, love," He growled into her curls.
"The test… it’s not over…" Hermione smirked, feeling him falter for a second before he pounded into her again.
She clenched around him, her body responding as if his length was molded just for her. His hand cupped her cheek, thumb pressing into her mouth, and she sucked down on it as he fucked himself into her, the mattress bouncing beneath them.
"Whose tight little pussy is this? Who was first, Granger? Tell them," Theo demanded.
"Nott…" she heard Draco snarl.
"Who had you first, love? Who had you first and allowed you to be shared? I didn’t have to, you know…" Theo’s tone was broken as his thrusts became forceful.
"Yes… you didn’t—ah fuck—but you like sharing, don’t you? You like knowing how well they take care of me…" she gasped, and he pulled out as if he had been ripped off her.
"Draco—Blaise—Theo," she moaned, each name a release in itself.
"She gets her reward," Theo huffed, and suddenly the blindfold and ties vanished. Light flooded her vision, and she blinked, stars flickering in her sight before fading as her eyes adjusted.
She was sprawled out, soaking wet, her hair sticking to her sweat-slick neck as she gulped, her gaze lifting to meet all three of them standing at the edge of the bed.
"I can have… all of you? At once?" she hesitated, her eyes drifting over each of their rigid, toned bodies—Draco, tall and broad like a fallen star; Theo, wiry and dangerous with those devious hazel eyes; Blaise, shorter but stocky, built like a keeper but fucked like a chaser. Each man rolled their thumbs over the swollen heads of their cocks.
"Where do you want us?" Draco asked, his eyes smoky and starving as they flickered between her thighs—his favourite spot.
"Draco, my cunt. Theo, my arse. And Blaise, my mouth,"
"Our sweet princess, she knows our favourites spots," Theo quirked his head with a grin.
"You’ll need to let Draco under you. I’ll fuck your tight little arse from behind, and Blaise can kneel in front. Does that sound good love?"
The idea of being filled by all three of them made her core tighten and her mouth and cunt salivate.
Could she take all their cum at once? Or would she prefer it coating her tits, her stomach? The image made her dizzy.
"You remember your safe word?" Draco asked, his voice a little softer as he lay down on the bed beside her. She nodded and six strong hands began moving her like their personal fuck-doll, positioning her exactly where they wanted her.
"Yes. I won’t need it," she whispered, feeling the burn of craving as one of her legs was pulled over Draco’s waist, the other clinging to his hip. Their chests pressed together as she stretched herself wide, her body molded to his in a way that was grounding.
Draco was her rock, her safe place, and with him underneath her, she felt at ease even in the storm of lust that surrounded them. Blaise's torso and his length came into view, slick with precum, as he stroked himself toward her lips.
"Take it whenever you’re ready, baby," Blaise's tone was smooth.
Below her, Draco straightened his cock, and began thrusting up with steady, deliberate pressure. The tug made tears prick at her eyes, her body adjusting to the thickness of him once again.
"Yes, yes, yes," she murmured, reassuring him that she was comfortable, as the heat of Theo’s body squeezed in behind her.
"I love watching you fuck her, Malfoy. Salazar, it's hot—the way her cunt grips around your cock," Theo rasped, as he worked his thumb in and out of her arse, gathering the wetness from her thighs and where Draco was buried. She knew he was slicking himself down, preparing to replace his thumb with something much larger.
"She’s my good girl, Nott, and her cunt knows it too," Draco groaned, his voice filled with pride as Theo’s cock pressed at her back entrance, teasing her with its sticky head.
"One deep breath, love. Then take Blaise into your mouth to stifle the gasp as I start to fuck your arse. Alright?" Theo instructed, as always.
With her body trembling, she nodded, her lips parting as Blaise edged closer. She took a deep breath and opened her mouth, as Draco’s cock continued its consistent strokes inside her.
All Hermione had to do was stay still as her men took care of the rest.
Blaise cupped her cheeks, his rounded cock pressing down onto her waiting tongue. Behind her, she felt the pull and gape as Theo eased his way into her, the burn of his entry making her wince with pleasure.
Once both men were seated inside her—Blaise in her mouth, Theo in her arse—everything stilled for a moment. Draco paused his movements, and all she could do was savour the delectable fullness. Tears leaked from the corners of her eyes, not from pain but from the sheer fucking bliss of it, her body clenching instinctively around all of them. The simultaneous groans from all three echoed around their room, sending another hit of arousal to her head.
"Malfoy, your cock inside her cunt... Fuck, it's tightened her arse so much more. I'm gonna cum almost as fast as you usually do," Theo choked out
"Yours is doing the same to me," Draco groaned "I can feel you throbbing. Good girl, Granger. Good fucking girl."
With that, Draco began moving again, his shaft dragging deliciously along her inner walls, Theo matching his rhythm from behind. They were fucking her in sync, every push and pull making her feel as if she was being both filled and emptied at once.
Blaise held her jaw firmly, guiding her head back to take him deeper into her throat, his fingers tangled in her frizzy hair as he gently thrust forward.
The sounds of grunts and moans blurred together. A symphony of wanton.
"Granger," Theo growled between thrusts, dripping with approval. "My gods...you’re fucking gorgeous."
Blaise groaned in agreement. "You should see her from my angle," he rasped. "The way her mouth takes me... Fuck, Malfoy, those sounds…you've got her so wet."
Theo added gruffly. "Her cunt's stretched around Malfoy's cock, leaking all over him... and her tight little arse is gripping me like a vice."
Draco huffed in agreement, his pace slowing as Hermione’s body began to quiver around them. She could feel his restraint slipping, the familiar tension building as Draco neared his release. Desperate to push them all over the edge, Hermione hummed around Blaise, her throat vibrating with her agreement and Draco took it as his cue. His hand slid down between them, fingers finding her clit, and he began rolling it between his fingers in tight circles.
"Fuck, Malfoy... don’t stop that," Theo groaned, his word growing ragged as his thrusts became more frantic.
Draco didn’t stop, his fingers working her clit with precision while his cock continued to plunge into her. Every nerve in Hermione's body was on fire, her impending orgasm rushing toward her with dizzying speed. She knew she was about to shatter.
“She’s tightening... Fuck, she’s going to milk us all,” Theo’s control was slipping.
Hermione loved pushing Theo to this point—the moment when his usually unshakeable composure began to fracture.
Her body started to seize, muscles clenching relentlessly around all three men inside her. Her mouth had gone slack, and Blaise took full control, his cock gliding in and out of her throat as she surrendered.
Her mind was blissfully empty, filled only with the intensity—the stretch, the burn, the overwhelming wetness that covered her skin. Sweat glued her breasts to Draco’s chest, the insides of her thighs sticky as Theo kept her open, watching as he and Draco pounded into her with matching, steady speeds.
“You want us to fill every hole or coat you, princess?” Draco grunted, his pace growing erratic, signaling how close he was to losing himself. Hermione knew Blaise and Theo weren’t far behind—Theo's words had turned into animalistic grunts, while Blaise’s deep groans and the tension building between her lips gave her every indication of his approaching max.
She tried to shake her head, tried to voice that she wanted to see their cum painting her body, but words escaped her.
“Inside, love? Inside?” Theo pleaded.
“No, she’s... fuck… Granger…” Draco’s voice cracked with desperation. “She’s about to cum... I can feel it. Then we flip her over,” he directed, his thumb and fingers working her clit to the edge.
Theo fucked harder, and Blaise kept his steady, powerful thrusts, drool spilling down her chin onto his cupping hands. Her body was shaking with the mounting pressure inside.
“Malfoy. Do. Not. Fucking. Stop,” Theo gritted out
“I’m not stopping…Salazar… she’s… that’s it, Granger—That’s it, princess.” Draco groaned in response, his hips slamming against her.
“Cum for us. Cum for us, baby,” Blaise urged, and that was all it took.
Hermione’s orgasm ripped through her with a force that left her spasming and shaking uncontrollably. The intensity imploded, leaving her kneeling down against Draco’s chest.
Theo slipped out quickly as Draco thrust into her one final time, pushing her through the last crests of her orgasm. Blaise pulled free, and her shriek bellowed, gasping as Draco flipped her onto her back as if she weighed nothing. His cock slid out, and she lay there, panting and spasming as they knelt beside her.
All three gripped their cocks, their heads swollen and pounding as they fisted themselves. Hermione’s eyes were blown, watching them as they jerked off over her, their stomach muscles taut and glistening with sweat. Ropes of cum shot out in every direction, covering her body.
Blaise’s release splattered over her neck, tits, and chin, while Theo’s cum spilled on her navel, and Draco’s landed between her legs, coating her cunt.
Groans, gasps and huffs filled the stagnant sex-filled air as they painted her, her body a canvas. She opened her mouth wide, wanting to catch every drop, craving their essence on every exposed inch of her skin.
They hovered above her, hazel, grey, and brown eyes roving over the mess they had made, admiring the masterpiece they had created.
She rolled her hands over her breasts, down her stomach, and into her cunt, fingering herself.
“Gods damn it, witch,” Theo growled, helping her steady her wrist.
“Now I have all of you inside me…” she murmured, licking her lips as her fingers smeared all four of their releases back into her folds.
Draco collapsed onto the bed, his head between her thighs, kissing her still-sensitive clit. His tongue worked gently, soothing her, licking up what she was gifting him.
Blaise’s fingers gently stroked through her hair, caressing her as if she were his most cherished possession, while Theo ran his knuckles tenderly along her ribs.
“We’re going clean you up,” Blaise hummed.
She nodded, too euphoric to form words.
Theo moved first, padding across the room and opening a door near their bureaus. The sound of running water followed as Draco helped her sit upright, Blaise wrapping his arms around her, lifting her against his chest. He carried her into the bathroom where Theo was pouring bubble bath into a large clawfoot tub hidden behind a wall of mirrored glass, adjacent to two sleek shower stalls.
Blaise dipped her toe into the water, allowing her to gauge its warmth. She nodded, and he cradled her body as he lowered her fully into the bath, the heat wrapping her in its embrace. Draco stood behind her, lightly pouring water over her shoulders. Theo sponged a sweet, soapy scent onto her skin, washing away sweat and the remnants of sex.
She lay back, completely indulging in the aftercare, their hands reverent.
“You did so well,” Theo murmured.
“Better than I ever imagined,” Blaise added, a smile in his voice.
“Such a gorgeous girl…,” Draco finished.
It felt like a dream—how amazing they were to her, how powerful she felt under their worship. The way they cared for her made her feel as if she were the center of their universe.
Once they had cleaned her, they wrapped her in a plush towel. Theo and Blaise took quick showers while Draco dried her off, brushing through her damp curls. He then guided her back to his unmade bed, the sheets still a tangled mess from earlier, settling her in the middle as Blaise and Theo joined.
Draco soon followed, slipping in beside them. Hermione nestled into his chest, her head finding the indent between his pecks, while Theo's arm hung over her waist, and Blaise’s hand rested on her calf, which was draped over Draco's leg.
“So... when’s my next test?” Hermione squirmed with a giggle; the sound entirely uncharacteristic of her. She couldn’t help it—her mind was still spinning.
“How about tomorrow morning, Granger?” Theo groveled into her ear. “Malfoy will lick that delicious cunt of yours, Zabini will fuck your throat, and I’ll wank all over those perfect tits. Then we’ll switch roles until you beg us to take turns fucking you again.”
Draco's lips brushed against other her ear as he added, “Or I could lick that sweet cunt of yours right now if you’d like.”
“Malfoy, she’s probably still too—" Blaise began, but Hermione cut him off.
“Okay, Draco can go down on me again... you two can watch, or join in, or pleasure each other?” she teased, quirking her eyebrows as Draco wasted no time. He sat up, yanking her down the bed with a dominating grip, his hands already spreading her thighs.
“Zabini?” Theo raised a brow, full of curiosity.
“... Whatever she wants,” Blaise groaned, giving in with a nod.
Draco’s head dipped between her legs; Hermione couldn’t suppress the amused thought that she might just have the best study group in the castle.
But the moment his tongue flicked against her, and Theo and Blaise leaned in, pressing open-mouth kisses to her stomach, the idea became a certainty. She definitely had the best study group.