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The powder room was lavish, its spotless mirror reflecting the face of a young, attractive woman. She fidgeted nervously with the thin strap of her navy dress, studying her reflection: dilated pupils, flushed cheeks, lips slightly swollen from where she'd been biting them. Everything about her gave it away. Was Hermione afraid? Maybe a little. Looking forward to it? Oh, absolutely. And no wonder. Beyond that ornate door lay the halls, corridors and private rooms of a sprawling old manor filled with half-dressed, thoroughly aroused people.
How had her life come to this?
Her past heroics, the war, the victory, even her friendship with Harry Potter had eventually played a rather cruel joke on her. Somehow, everyone had decided that Hermione Granger was a saint, utterly beyond reproach, the sort of woman who slept clutching yet another enormous academic tome and spent every waking moment thinking about how to save the downtrodden and oppressed.
Maybe that had been partly true back at Hogwarts. But time had a way of curing naivety and excessive self-confidence. It also brought loneliness, and the pain of never quite being allowed to be herself because society expected so much of her. Everyone wanted something from her, yet no one seemed particularly interested in giving her what she wanted. And sometimes what she wanted was dirty and shameful, filthy and daring.
None of her former partners, Ron, Jeremy, Silas or Patrick, had ever wanted either to take control or surrender it. Good Lord. Hermione had never imagined there were so many repressed, boring men in the world. Alpha males in theory, puppies in practice.
Hermione shook her head, loosening the thick cloud of curls pinned at her crown. She adjusted her breasts in the neckline of the tight-fitting dress and touched up her scarlet lipstick. In the dim light of the black powder room, she looked hypnotising, and she damn well liked what she saw.
Picking up her purse from the dressing table, she checked that she had everything she needed: vials, muggle condoms, the essentials.
"Tonight, you're going to learn a few things, darling," she told herself. Then, with a playful wink at her reflection, she stepped out into the hall, thick with the scent of sin.
She loved the place, drinking in every little detail. Marble floors reflecting the light of hundreds of magical candles, velvet drapes and silk curtains concealing dark alcoves, intimate lighting, ottomans and sofas, wide comfortable armchairs. Couples, groups and solitary figures drifting from room to room. Nearly invisible waiters carrying trays laden not only with glasses of alcohol, but with shots of potions indispensable in a place like this.
At the centre of the vast entrance hall stood a fifteen-foot statue of the beautiful, triple-faced Hecate, a crescent moon crowning her head, horns turned skyward, a snake across her shoulders and a dog at her feet. Dressed in a Greek peplos and holding a torch, the patroness of night, the full moon and magic watched over the house and its guests, all of them eager to set their hidden desires free without fear of judgement.
Yes, Hecate's Ball was an exclusive party for a chosen few, an elite orgy, a place to relax and cast off inhibitions, for fleeting encounters and even the beginnings of lasting relationships. Here, you could be yourself and no one at all. You could do anything with anyone, provided they consented. And you never had to fear that word of your preferences or experiments would get out. The magic of the place simply wouldn't allow it.
That was why Hermione had spent more than six months being vetted and waiting for a place at Hecate's Ball.
Once a month, for the three nights of the full moon, members were free to indulge in open lust, debauchery, passion and even love, casting aside every moral restraint and every limitation imposed by society. Here, they could watch or try almost anything, as long as it posed no danger to anyone else.
Hermione’s gaze followed a dark-skinned beauty wearing little more than a strip of fabric around her curving hips, her heavy breasts bare. Then her attention shifted to two girls kissing by one of the arched windows. Nearby, two men in suits watched what were presumably their companions with lazy curiosity.
Everything fascinated Hermione. She took a glass from the tray of a passing waiter and headed deeper into the house hunting new experiences and a suitable partner for the night.
***
Draco Malfoy and Theodore Nott had been regular members of Hecate’s Ball for over a year. Sometimes they came simply to unwind from work and business. The atmosphere was perfect for lazily admiring the scenery. Other times, they joined the themed orgies, often entertaining themselves with one or several women together, or each going off to find his own fun.
They had tried plenty, and plenty of people, some more than once. But lately, both of them had been getting increasingly bored. Their minds and bodies craved fresh blood, new experiences, fire and completely unhinged sex.
“Christine, good evening. You look stunning as ever. Any newcomers?” Theo winked at the hostess and raked a hand back through his overgrown hair. The tiny dagger earring in his ear caught the light as a dazzling smile spread across his face. Christine smiled broadly in return, clearly remembering their last encounter, and gave a languid roll of her shoulders.
“Moonlit greetings, gentlemen. Yes, we have a few new arrivals this month.” She glanced briefly at the register. “Four ladies and two gentlemen. You are spoilt for choice. Do take your potion, and enjoy yourselves.”
The men each took a vial of the mandatory contraceptive potion, a requirement for everyone entering the manor. Once inside the club, they could choose whatever else suited the mood: something to loosen their inhibitions, a tonic, an aphrodisiac or a sobering potion. There was something for every taste and every need.
"Plans?" Draco scanned the faces around them, looking for new members of their rather small community. There were only about a hundred witches and wizards in all, but so far, he could see nothing but familiar, and very familiar, faces.
“You know, I rather fancy a bit of teamwork tonight. How about we find a nymph to share?”
“Why not? But I’m choosing tonight. Your taste is far too peculiar.”
Theodore burst out laughing, remembering Malfoy's face when he'd brought that tiny woman to their room. And he meant tiny. Beautiful Celia, all four feet of her, a dwarf with a filthy giggle and the attitude of a feral kneazle.
Twenty minutes later, having made the rounds of the rooms devoted to themed play, BDSM and erotic massage without finding anyone who interested them, the men found themselves in one of the club’s most popular voyeur rooms. The large chamber was crowded with round black beds veiled by sheer red curtains. Behind the gauzy screens, guests indulged in every kind of illicit pleasure. Outside, others wandered between the beds like an audience at the theatre, watching, getting worked up and sometimes joining in. The soft crimson light, low music and the smell of sex saturating the room made it difficult not to join one of the groups.
Draco and Theo sipped whisky as they drifted through the maze of beds, taking an equal interest in the people playing and the ones watching. Theodore had already begun fidgeting with his fly, while Malfoy had undone the top few buttons of his shirt. The atmosphere was thick as smoke, settling into their skin and setting their blood racing.
At one point, Nott stopped dead, staring through several layers of red organza, and swallowed hard.
"Well, there's our little bird.”
"Who?" Malfoy stirred, tearing his mesmerised gaze away from two lovely women pleasuring each other on the silk sheets.
Then he saw her. A tumble of dark curls framing a delicate face, half-hidden by shifting red gauze. A long, bare neck. Slender shoulders. The kind of hip curve that made a man's mouth water. Legs for days on sharp heels. He had never seen this particular fairy here before, and yet there was something familiar about her.
"She’s hot and clearly game. What do you reckon, pussy or cock?" Theo knocked back the rest of his whisky.
"Wait. Doesn't she remind you of someone? I definitely know her."
"Already shagged her?"
"Trust me, I'd remember."
The woman turned fully toward them, and Malfoy's eyebrows shot up.
"Is that Granger?"
Theo's grin turned positively wolfish.
"Best. Night. Ever. Thank you, Hecate, for your gift. I've wanted to bend that prissy little swot over since fourth year, but I was rather attached to my balls. Now she's just walked right into our laps. If you chicken out on me now, I'm disowning you."
"Oh, I'm in. She's a wild brat. I’ve always wanted to tame her. But we're not exactly her favourite people, remember?"
"Draco. We've been through every trial, every hearing. Paid for every stupid thing we did. It's been over seven years. You really think she's mental enough to hex us instead of blowing us, in here? People leave their past at the door. Titles, reputations, all of it."
"Don't get ahead of yourself. My balls already ache just thinking about Granger's smart mouth spitting out my come instead of insults. Fuck. Fine. Let's go."
***
Half an hour of exploring was all Hermione needed to figure out how this place worked. She'd studied the crowd and mentally shortlisted a few candidates, including one couple, a redheaded woman and a well-built blond. Tonight, she was going to make at least one of her secret fantasies a reality. Nothing and no one was going to stop her, not even her own cowardice.
The red hall was where she decided to stop looking and start. Here, her libido kicked into a gear she'd never experienced before. Moving eagerly from bed to bed, watching people alone, in pairs and in threes, she could feel her knickers soaking through and her clit beginning to throb with an almost painful ache.
She'd stopped to watch two young women when she sensed someone move behind her and heard a low, velvety voice with a slight rasp.
"Would the lovely lady care to join the women, or would she prefer male company?"
Hermione turned and gave a slight start when she met a pair of storm-grey eyes. Malfoy. Tall and broad-shouldered, he practically loomed over her, his head tilted to one side. There was no contempt or displeasure on his face, only a little smirk and the faint flare of his aristocratic nostrils.
Before she could answer, a hot, intimate whisper brushed her ear.
"Hello, little one. It's been a while."
Theodore Nott, as charming as ever, with mischief dancing in his sea-blue eyes. His full lips twitched as though he were struggling to keep something to himself.
"Well, this is unexpected. I hope you've outgrown your adolescent idiocy and I won't have to complain to the management. It would ruin everyone's evening."
"Oh no, darling, never," Nott practically purred with delight. "We're big boys now. All our prejudices are long gone. Quite the opposite, actually. We're open to all sorts of new things."
He trailed his fingertips along the hot skin of Hermione's thigh, right where her rather short dress ended, and watched goosebumps race up her neck. He glanced at Malfoy, and Draco didn't miss a beat.
"Just browsing, Granger, or do you already know what you’re after? Perhaps we could help you choose your entertainment."
"Both of you?" The thought alone made Hermione’s pupils dilate and her breathing go shallow.
Yes. Yes, she'd fantasised about exactly this. She wanted to make up for all those years of failed relationships and dreary, puritanical sex that had made her increasingly miserable. She wanted to break free of every boundary, plunge headfirst into lust and debauchery, to get filthy and leave someone else just as filthy. She was sick to death of playing the untouchable Golden Girl.
"Whatever you want," Malfoy murmured. He took her hand in his, so much larger, stronger, and raised it slowly to his lips. Eyes locked on hers, he pressed a kiss to the inside of her wrist, then flicked his tongue playfully over the blue vein.
Hermione's breath caught, and at the same moment she felt Theo's hands settle on her hips. He'd always had a particular weakness for big, round arses, and the former Gryffindor's arse had filled out rather nicely over the years.
A sweet shiver ran through Hermione. She had no desire to drag up the past now. Truly, all of that had burned itself out years ago. She'd long since outgrown her grudges and dislike of them. And there had even been a time when she'd found Theo sexually attractive. So the prospect of spending one of the best nights of her life with two of the hottest, most handsome bastards from school suited her perfectly.
Seeing no resistance, Draco gently drew her towards a recently vacated bed and lifted the red veil in invitation, its colour almost as vivid as her arousal. Without another thought, Hermione crawled across the black sheets, deliberately slow and seductive. She grinned in triumph when she heard a strangled groan and a string of quiet curses behind her. The boys were ready to entertain her.
Just how far did their friendship go, anyway?
She turned, crooked a slender finger at the two men still standing there, and gave an inviting little roll of her shoulders, making her small but perky breasts sway. Her nipples ached, making it perfectly clear just how badly they wanted attention.
Nott decided that someone this enticing deserved to be explored properly, and rushing would only spoil the pleasure. He began by slipping off her narrow heels and gently massaging her feet, drawing a slow moan from Hermione. Grinning, his eyes impossibly bright, he bent to her ankle and covered the delicate skin in damp kisses, working his way slowly, almost unbearably slowly, towards her knee. Every now and then he gave her a light nip or traced some private pattern over her skin with the tip of his tongue.
Malfoy, meanwhile, had his own agenda. He climbed onto the bed beside her, intent on thoroughly exploring those tempting red lips. But first he settled behind her and pressed a sweet kiss to her slender neck, gently sucking at the skin and tracing the line of her spine with his tongue. He pulled the clip from her hair and slid his long fingers into her thick curls, dizzyingly scented with flowers, massaging the back of her head and sending another wave of goosebumps over her skin.
Hermione began to tremble all over. With a soft moan, she let her head fall back onto Draco's shoulder and looked up at him through her lashes, meeting a dark, wicked gaze. Without thinking, she licked her lips. He reacted at once, covering her mouth with his, deep and sweet from the first touch, their tongues tangling as they played and teased. Granger caught his tongue between her teeth and sucked as though it were a very different part of his body. Malfoy let out a low, guttural groan that was almost a growl and deepened the kiss, tangling one hand in her hair, pulling it and turning her head further towards him.
Theo pulled away from the sweet, responsive little thing and took a moment to admire the view. Malfoy was kissing her with the hunger of a starving man, his straining trousers making his readiness perfectly obvious, his shirt already hanging open. Hermione spread her legs a little wider, revealing the slick sheen of arousal along her inner thighs. Her breasts had slipped partly free, the tight beads of her nipples practically staring at him. One small tug at the dress and there they were, the little troublemakers.
Naturally, Theo saw no reason to deny himself. He shifted higher and simply tugged the fabric down. Dark, firm nipples against velvety olive skin begged for his mouth, and he immediately drew one in hard, sucking and licking around the areola. The woman beneath him moaned and squirmed, lifting her hips and rubbing herself against his cock like a cat. Theo pulled away from her breast and blew across the nipple. She whimpered.
Draco broke the kiss and looked at his friend, breathing hard. They had long since learned to communicate with little more than a glance. Malfoy nodded, shifted upright and pulled Hermione towards him, settling her face-down across his lap.
Granger blinked, dragging herself out of the hot, pulsing haze, and looked around. Beyond the red fabric, two men were watching the three of them while stroking each other's hard cocks. Her mouth fell open before she could stop it. She looked at the blond whose lap she was lying so comfortably across, then at Theo, who had already moved directly in front of her.
It would be interesting to know what exactly these two got up to with each other when passion took over. Or perhaps she was imagining things. Either way, it gave her an intriguing little challenge for the night: find out just how far their friendship went and, if possible, encourage them towards something new. Tonight, she intended to take everything life had to offer.
Hermione felt a heavy palm stroke down her back, followed almost at once by a sharp slap across her arse. She yelped as the fabric of her dress rode higher, baring one burning cheek. Draco soothed the spot with his hand, sending another rush of heat through her, then struck her again with a loud smack. She cried out, whimpered, and looked Theodore in the eye.
He was smiling, his gaze moving over her face, her arse, her lips and bare breasts. He was devouring her with his eyes as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a firm, tanned torso covered in tattoos. Hermione swallowed hard, then noticed the impressive bulge directly in front of her face. Unable to resist, she reached out and wrapped her hand around Nott's cock through his trousers, making him twitch.
With a sly glance over her shoulder, Hermione made sure Malfoy was watching as she stroked him through the fabric, dragged her nails lightly over it and teased the spot where the head should be. Draco exhaled softly and bit his lip.
Yes. Maybe now she had an even better chance of seeing, and perhaps joining in with, a proper display of male affection. The thought made her giggle, and she immediately received another slap across the arse. This time Draco didn't stop to soothe the sting. He pulled the thin strap of her thong aside and slid his hot fingers straight between her slick folds.
"Fuck, Hermione. You're going to be the death of me. What is this little present?"
"You like it? Thought I'd give my new acquisition its first outing. Figured you two were worthy company for the debut."
Nott leaned over Granger, trying to see, but couldn't make anything out.
"What is it?"
"Our girl is hiding a little surprise."
"I just got a piercing, that's all..."
"You're required to sit on my face." Theo didn't even let her finish, already undoing his fly almost on reflex.
The witch caught sight of the head of his thick cock peeking above the waistband of his underwear and licked her lips hungrily. Then she moaned as Malfoy pushed two fingers into her, all the way to the knuckles. She arched, trying to take them even deeper, but he wouldn't let her move.
"Take him in your mouth," he said, his voice strained and rough as he nodded towards Theodore's cock. "Otherwise, you get nothing, Hermione. Suck."
The commanding tone and stern look sent a shiver up her neck, and she obeyed without question. Leaning forward, she freed Theo's long, straight cock, hard and eager, veins running along its length - a real treat. She licked away a bead of pre-cum, circled the silky head with her tongue and teased the sensitive spot just beneath it. She looked up at Theo, staring down at her with his mouth slightly open, then at Draco, greedily following her every move. She arched a little more to give him a better view and rolled her hips back, reminding him not to forget about her.
She sucked Theo with complete abandon, taking immense pleasure in the taste and size of him, in the sheer freedom and ease of it. Malfoy's fingers moved in and out of her with a delicious wet sound, teasingly slow, brushing over every spot that made pleasure spark through her. She could feel more and more eyes settling on them and even heard someone being firmly told "no" when they tried to join in.
Her head was spinning from all of it. From the knowledge that she was fucking Malfoy and Nott, two boys who had always been completely off-limits. Slytherins and arseholes, the bane and secret desire of half of Hogwarts. And then there was the heat, the smell of sex, the stuffy air.
"Boys, I suggest we find somewhere more private. I'm getting tired of everyone milling around us. I want to hear nothing but your moans." She pulled away from his magnificent cock, realising there was simply no room to move properly in the crush.
"Fuck, Hermione, seriously, now of all times?"
"Are you in a hurry, Theodore?" She looked up at him and ran her tongue from his balls all the way to the head. "Surely you don't intend to settle for one quick orgasm."
"Less talking."
Draco straightened Hermione's dress and helped her to her feet. Nott somehow managed to tuck his painfully hard cock back into his trousers, and the three of them headed down a dark side corridor lined with rooms for private entertainment.
***
The room the men brought Hermione to had long been reserved for Malfoy. He paid Hecate's Ball a sizeable sum every quarter for the privilege, and in return he was allowed to decorate it to his own taste. Slytherin taste, obviously. Dark panelling and green wallpaper, a black floor, heavy curtains over the tall windows, and a broad, solid bed with carved posts. If you looked closely, you could spot snakes engraved here and there, symbols of both Hecate and Slytherin. Off to one side, near the fireplace, stood a curved backless couch; against the wall was a St Andrew's Cross. In the centre of the ceiling, where a chandelier might have hung, were hooks fitted with ropes and wide leather straps. The room smelled of candles and mint, cherry-flavoured lubricant and cigar smoke. Draco loved it.
Hermione looked around with open curiosity, touching the more provocative toys arranged on the shelves, examining jars of lubricant, running her fingers over the floggers and gags hanging along the wall. The men could see that the first rush of excitement had eased a little, which suited them perfectly. After all, who wanted a couple of quick orgasms and nothing more?
Nott went over to the gramophone and put on a record, filling the room with a slow instrumental melody. Malfoy busied himself with the glasses, pouring red wine for all three of them.
"So, what are the rules in here?" Hermione spread her hands, gesturing at the room around them.
"No rules, sweetheart. Just desires and seeing them fulfilled.” Malfoy handed her a glass and let his gaze travel over her.
"You've changed, Granger. Thank Merlin, only for the better."
He brushed the back of his hand over her cheek, then down to her collarbones and into the tempting hollow between her breasts.
Nott, true to form, slipped up behind her and wrapped an arm around her, one hand settling on her stomach. He ground against her arse and pulled her tighter against him.
"Our little flower's turned into a ripe little berry, all full of juice. Makes a man want to take a bite, see how she tastes. And someone promised to sit on my face."
"I didn't promise anything. But since you insist… ah!"
Nott poured a thin stream of wine from his glass straight between Hermione's breasts, staining the blue fabric almost black. Malfoy bent down and licked up the dark red trails, drawing the soft flesh into his mouth before suddenly biting down hard enough to make her flinch. Hermione jerked, but Theodore held her steady.
"It won't hurt, sweetheart. It's going to feel very, very good. Trust us."
"Will you trust me?" She turned her head towards him as far as she could.
"Completely, little one."
He pulled the straps of her wretched, thoroughly ruined dress down from her shoulders. Goosebumps rose across her soft skin, and Draco carefully followed them with his tongue, working his way lower and lower until he was kneeling in front of her. Granger almost howled with delight. Stunning as a god, filthy in word and thought, rich and thoroughly depraved, her former enemy was on his knees before her, reverently breathing in the scent of her arousal. Her knickers disappeared in the blink of an eye.
"Show us your little secret. You know I've always had a weakness for metal on a woman's body."
"That sounded rather threatening." Theodore laughed. He caught her firmly behind the knee and drew her leg aside, giving his friend a better view.
"Fuck. You need to see this, Theo. She's gorgeous absolutely everywhere."
They lifted Granger onto the chaise and stood before her expectantly, like visitors studying a centrepiece in a museum. The former Gryffindor smirked and slowly spread her legs as wide as she could, leaning back slightly and arching invitingly. She could feel their eyes on her, and there was nothing shallow about the way they looked. It was almost as though these two perfect men, slowly undressing in front of her, were trying to look straight inside her, to read the real Hermione beneath it all: her desires, hopes and fears. Strange thoughts for a first, and perhaps last night together as lovers.
They admired her, and she, just as spellbound, admired them in return. Light and dark, morning and night. Malfoy was pale-skinned and platinum-haired, tall and lean, with fine lines of scars across his chest and a faded Dark Mark on his arm. Theo was his opposite, dark-haired and curly, olive-skinned, more solidly built, with clearly defined muscle. Scattered tattoos covered his torso and arms, but what caught the eye first was the large dagger piercing an unmistakable skull on his side. By then, both men were down to their underwear. Hermione raised an eyebrow.
"Do you two need some encouragement to finish undressing? Or are you shy?" Her inner bitch had woken up, sharp-tongued and starving.
Hermione slid a hand between her legs and began teasing her clit, brushing against the ring of her piercing. That did the trick. Within seconds, both men were standing over her completely naked and very obviously aroused. Draco moved towards her first, and Hermione caught Theo's brief glance at his friend's firm arse.
Gods, yes.
Nott lifted her and stretched out on the chaise, licking his lips invitingly.
"I am all yours, my lady."
Hermione bent down and kissed the mole on his cheek before turning her attention to the mouth that was now absolutely expected to give her the orgasm she'd been waiting for.
It felt strange, and a little awkward, sitting on someone's face. Ridiculous thoughts flashed through her mind that he might actually suffocate, but Draco steadied her by the shoulders and gave a small shake of his head.
"Sit all the way down. Trust me, if he dies under you, it'll only be from sheer delight."
The moment his hot tongue touched her swollen, maddeningly sensitive lips, Hermione let out a loud moan and nearly pitched forward. Nott, mischievous to a fault, was in no hurry to delve inside her. Instead, he took his time exploring her thoroughly, nipping, sucking and licking. Only when she began to squirm insistently against his face did he catch the ring of her piercing with his tongue and give it a gentle tug, nearly short-circuiting Granger's brain. Her swollen, blood-flushed clit throbbed with an ache so sweet it hurt, and she moaned again.
At that moment Draco reminded her he was still there, brushing his lips over her neck before moving down to her breasts. He tried to be gentle, but every so often restraint gave way to a painful bite or pinch, leaving his marks on her skin. Her wine-tart skin trembled beneath his mouth, the muscles of her stomach tightening at the touch of his breath. He had to bend almost double to circle her navel with his wet tongue, and found himself looking straight into the bottomless wells of Theodore's eyes.
This time Draco couldn't read the expression in them, and he didn't bother trying. The sight of his friend's face between this particular woman's thighs was already putting a serious strain on his famous self-control. He straightened and, without warning, slipped two fingers into Granger's parted mouth. Her eyes flew open, hazy with the orgasm building inside her, and her hands closed around his thighs.
Yes. Exactly where he wanted her.
"Hold your horses, Theo. Our girl's about to come." Draco looked down at Hermione. "And you, sweetheart, already know what to do."
He pushed his fingers deep into her mouth once, then twice, testing her gag reflex. Apparently satisfied, he withdrew them and brought his cock to her full lips, her scarlet lipstick already slightly smeared.
Hermione wanted to taste him, though she wasn't sure she'd manage to take all of him. The width was impressive, the shaft thickening considerably from the pink head towards the middle. Still, she opened her mouth readily. Meanwhile, Theo lifted her hips slightly and blew across her cunt, sending goosebumps racing over her skin and drawing an indignant, muffled noise from her.
"Not so fast, darling. You're going to come hard and often tonight, but only when I let you."
Draco's voice was rough and strained. A bead of sweat ran down his temple to join the others gathered in the hollow of his collarbones. The muscles and tendons in his neck stood out sharply, as though he were holding himself back with everything he had. Hermione glared up at him with exactly the same indignation she had at school, with one important difference: back then, her eternal nemesis’s cock hadn't been keeping her from giving him a piece of her mind.
Nott stayed where he was, but as he glanced up at what was happening above him, he caught himself once again entertaining a forbidden thought: reaching up to touch his friend's tight balls, closing a firm hand around his cock, showing whichever woman happened to be there how Draco really liked to be sucked. But he had never crossed that unspoken line, never let the fantasy become a reality. He didn't want other men. Sometimes, he just wanted Draco.
Pushing the inconvenient fantasy aside, he shifted a little lower and, giving Hermione's already-clenching pussy a breather, turned his tongue to the tight ring of her arse. Yes, he loved anal. He practised anal. He knew everything there was to know about anal. So he simply ignored Hermione's squeak from above. He wanted that arse tonight, wanted to take his time opening her up, working his way inside, giving her pain and pleasure, all at the same time.
Then an exquisite image appeared in his head all by itself: Draco buried in Hermione to the balls, and Theo buried in Draco. A magnificent trio. A symphony of pleasure and movement. Nott grabbed his own cock at the base and squeezed hard. Coming from the thought alone would have been humiliating.
Hermione was overwhelmed by sensations she had no words for. Her orgasm had been stolen from her, only to be replaced with an entirely new kind of pleasure. She gagged around Malfoy's impressive cock, blinked back the tears gathering in her eyes, and looked up at the beautiful blond above her. His features were twisted with pleasure and something close to torment, his teeth clenched, his gaze fixed somewhere beyond her shoulder.
He was looking at Theodore's cock.
Did he want it and fear wanting it? Was he ashamed of the impulse? Did he simply not dare? Hermione suddenly knew exactly what to do next.
She pulled away sharply, pushed herself up onto her knees and climbed off the chaise, leaving Theo beneath her.
"Come here, boys. Let me try you together."
Their indignant looks turned interested in an instant, and Theo was in front of her almost before she knew it. Both men, gorgeous, strong, commanding and yet somehow gentle, were breathing deeply and far too quickly. Their chests rose and fell, while the light from the wall sconces painted wet highlights and deep shadows across their skin. Two hard cocks twitched in front of her mouth. She might have been on her knees, but she felt entirely victorious.
"I'm going to come just from looking at this," Theodore groaned.
"Same."
Hermione grinned and wrapped a hand around each of them. She teased the heads of their cocks and their balls with her tongue, licking and sucking, hollowing her cheeks and drawing out moans and growls. She was getting into it now. On impulse, she tried taking both of them into her mouth at once and, to her own surprise, more or less succeeded.
Theo fisted a hand in her hair to guide her, while his other hand closed around Draco's lean forearm. Malfoy threw his head back and rasped through clenched teeth, thrusting into her mouth. Granger could feel her arousal dripping in slow, heavy drops onto the floor, and the sheer anticipation of what might happen next was driving her wild.
When the corners of her mouth began to burn unbearably from the stretch, she let them slip free, but kept rubbing the heads of their cocks together as she watched their reactions. Draco didn't understand what she was doing at first. Then he looked down, his eyes widened, and he caught her by the throat in a firm grip that stopped just short of hurting.
"What the fuck are you doing?" he hissed, but made no attempt to pull away.
"No rules, remember? Just desires."
She kept rubbing their cocks together, slicking them with her saliva and enjoying the sight of them, hard and slippery, gleaming with prominent veins.
Theodore gave in first. A moan escaped him, then another, and this time he made no effort to hold them back. He looked over at Draco and found him staring back, his gaze dark and just a little unhinged. Before he quite knew what he was doing, Theo reached out and brushed his fingertips over the skin of his friend’s side.
Testing. Caressing. Asking.
Draco barely shuddered, then instinctively pushed his hips forward a little harder. The thought had not even fully formed in Nott's mind, but it was enough to make him dizzy, his heart suddenly hammering painfully against his ribs. Malfoy swallowed, hard and dry, then brushed his fingertips almost weightlessly over Theodore's thigh. A hint. An answer.
Something sparked in Theo's eyes at the realisation, at that tentative sign that the feeling was mutual. He almost floated, almost laughed with relief, when a small, firm hand insistently tugged his cock downwards. He looked down with a frown and found the young witch watching him with playful eyes, nodding, inviting him to join the feast.
Nott did not hesitate. He did not look at Draco again. He simply dropped to his knees beside her. He was afraid to look up and see his friend's reaction, but his hand closed confidently around the cock he had wanted for so long.
Draco had spent months hiding the desire even from himself. He had been angry with it, rejected the very thought of sharing more than just a woman with his best friend, of crossing into actual physical contact. Under torture, he would never have admitted that whenever he watched Theo sink down onto yet another beautiful woman, some secret part of him wished he could be in her place. To feel Theo's cock inside him, his lips against his skin, his hands in his hair, his teeth, his voice whispering in his ear.
He had never thought of himself as gay, and he had never looked at other men that way. But one shared sexual adventure after another had kept pushing the fantasy closer and closer to the edge. And now this damn curly-haired menace had casually cracked open his, or perhaps their, carefully buried desires and dragged them out into the light.
His brain refused to process what was happening. Refused to produce anything resembling a logical answer, let alone predict the outcome of this particular "experiment". Only his feelings were driving him forward.
But when Theodore suddenly dropped to the floor and wrapped a rough palm around Draco's cock, fireworks went off inside his head and his breath caught in his throat. Theo's hot mouth took half his length at once, and Malfoy nearly came on the spot.
"Fuck, Theo, what are you... Theo!"
The words came out as a hoarse moan, caught somewhere between torment and relief.
He had already been close to the edge, but the sight of those blue eyes looking up at him from there, pleading and hungry, nearly demolished every scrap of self-control he'd spent years perfecting.
"Fucking hell. Oh... Goddess."
He didn't come.
He didn't fucking come.
But he did finally let himself off the leash. He grabbed a fistful of Theodore's brown curls and began thrusting hard into his throat, just as he'd always wanted to, no longer afraid of hurting him.
"We. Are. Still. Going. To." A long, ragged groan broke through the words, a vein standing out at his temple as he forced the rest through clenched teeth. "Talk about this."
Nott's painfully tight grip around the base of his cock kept Draco from coming too quickly, stretching the torment out until it seemed to last forever. Draco was shaking with it. Damp hair clung to his forehead, his legs cramped with tension, his stomach knotted with the approaching orgasm. Heat kept climbing through him, higher and higher, threatening to drown out thought altogether.
As he pulled back, Theo licked away the string of saliva stretching from his lips, then took his cock back into his mouth again and again, moaning softly with sheer euphoria. His hand worked with him, stroking the shaft, fingers tightening around Draco's balls. He was waiting. Ready.
And when the muscles of the pale stomach in front of him suddenly clenched, Nott took him especially deep. Draco arched in a sweet spasm, gripping Theo's hair hard enough to hurt as he came hot down his throat, hips jerking frantically. With the final thrust, he folded almost in half, practically collapsing over him, breath leaving him in a harsh, whistling rasp.
***
Hermione had removed herself from the action almost immediately. Arousal kept rolling through her in waves, but there were only two things missing from complete madness: a butt plug and the sight of two gorgeous men lost in passion. The moment Theo took her place, Hermione quietly stepped back, admired the view for a few seconds, then made her way to the shelf she'd had her eye on. Tonight she'd hit the jackpot, one she'd prepared for but had never quite believed she'd actually win. And now the moment was almost here. Thoroughly coated in scented lubricant, the toy slid slowly inside her. Hermione squeezed her eyes shut in pleasure and anticipation.
Straddling the chaise, she sipped her wine and enjoyed the show. Draco Malfoy's loud, impossibly sweet moans were the most beautiful music she could have asked for. That alone might have been enough to make her come, but Hermione tried very hard not to squirm. It would be downright embarrassing to lose it over something so simple.
She soaked in the sight of them: strong bodies slick with sweat, muscles shifting with strain, damp hair, swollen veins and taut tendons. Pure, undiluted passion seemed to spread from the two of them in widening circles, washing over her and sinking deeper beneath her skin. Her ribs ached with want, thirst and need. And still she sat obediently and waited.
Draco wouldn't last much longer. Theo, meanwhile, would be driven half out of his mind.
Perfect, just what she needed.
Malfoy practically combusted when he came, growling as he skewered Theodore on his cock like a butterfly on a pin. He was magnificent in the grip of ecstasy.
Definitely worth repeating.
Hermione reached into her purse for the potion she needed, one of her own making. Her latest creation, and a particular source of pride. It wasn't on the market yet, but if it passed its final trial tonight, she was certain it would pay handsome dividends.
"You really are a menace, Granger." With a groan, Draco sank straight down onto the floor, breathing hard.
"Anytime."
"Up." Nott's eyes were almost wild.
Hermione swallowed the last of her wine, along with a nervous shiver, and stood on legs that had suddenly gone rather weak.
What if he hadn't liked her little stunt? But then why had he taken the bait?
She never got to finish the thought. Theo caught her face firmly between his hands and crushed his mouth to hers in a punishing, demanding kiss. Granger tasted it.
Draco.
A glorious burst of him, tart and salty and delicious.
She grabbed Theo by the shoulders and eagerly chased the taste from his mouth, licking and sucking at his tongue. He shared; she took. One of his hands gripped her waist hard enough to bruise, while the other pulled her hips tightly against his. His cock, long and hard as stone, was trapped between their bodies, rubbing against her stomach.
"Fuck me already, or I'm going to strangle you," Hermione hissed like a viper.
She pinched his nipples, scratched at his skin, bit at his lips.
Theodore answered with a positively devilish grin. He spun her around with her back to him, then wound her hair around his fist and pulled her into a deep arch. Hermione had to brace both hands on the chaise to keep her balance.
"Mmm. You do keep pleasing me, sweet thing."
His free hand, slightly rough against her skin, travelled over her arse and squeezed hard enough to leave pale marks. Then he bent down and dragged his tongue slowly across one cheek, leaving a wet, glistening trail, before biting the other.
Hermione arched until her spine practically cracked, pushed her arse back and spread her legs wider, making it perfectly clear that she wanted him inside her now. Goosebumps swept over her smooth skin.
He could hear her breathing, hot and quick, the scent of expensive wine still clinging to her lips.
Theodore looked around for Malfoy. Draco was already cleaning himself up with his wand.
"Bit chilly in here tonight, don't you think? Shall we turn up the heat?"
Draco flicked his wand at the fireplace, and the logs caught instantly, throwing sparks into the room. The air filled with the smell of woodsmoke, while the dancing fire threw their bodies into sharp relief, lighting up what mattered and hiding the rest in shadow.
Hermione's lush arse, a perfect heart against her narrow waist and the fluffy cloud of hot-chocolate curls above it, was almost impossible to resist. Slick with arousal, practically dripping with want and reeking deliciously of sin and sex, Granger made Theo want to bury his aching cock in her to the hilt. But he made himself wait. He gripped the wide base of the plug still nestled inside her, pressed it deeper a few times, then twisted it slowly, working it in a broad circle. The woman beneath him dissolved into incoherent whimpers.
"Come on... I need it... wanted this for so long... Aaah!"
Malfoy approached from the side, a long leather riding crop in his hand.
"Thought you were the only one who got to play with us, did you? So clever, Granger. Outsmarted everyone." His mouth curled. "Enjoyed the show? Good. My turn. Nott's going to fuck you hard, and you're going to wait for my permission before you come. Otherwise I'll find a way to punish you."
Hermione held her breath and listened, her whole body trembling in tiny shivers.
"Understood?"
"Understood."
"Good girl. Such a sweet little thing. What did you come here for tonight, Granger? To watch? To command? To obey? Do you want both of us taking you at once? Do you want it soft, or do you want it to hurt?"
"All of it."
"Were your men so boring they never gave you any real passion?"
"And your women?" She narrowed her eyes at him.
"Touché." He laughed, low and rough, and lit a cigar. "Well then. The lady's wish is my command. Let's find out what you're made of, sweet thing."
He brought the crop down across her shoulder blade.
Hermione jolted and shook her head. Sharp. Burning. Strange. Another strike, then another, and another. The skin of her back began to burn, but it was bearable. More than bearable. Hot. The heat spread upwards towards the nape of her neck and down across her lower back, sinking into her muscles, her chest, her stomach.
A smack across her arse, harder this time, sharper. She cried out. Another, and she whimpered, but a hot palm immediately covered the sting, soothing it with a slow stroke. The heat intensified, flowing like burning resin into her lower belly until it felt as though it might fill her completely.
"Theo, Draco. Please… I can't…."
"Can't what, darling?"
"Take me. Put the fire out. I'm burning alive here. Can't you see?"
She was gasping, and without quite realising what she was doing, reached towards her clit to ease the ache.
"Hands in front."
Draco's voice turned hard and cold. He tossed the cigar into the fire, caught Hermione by a fistful of hair at the crown and pulled her head back, looking into her eyes, dark with need.
"Only with my permission." He looked up at Theo and nodded.
Hermione howled on one long, low note before it broke into a hoarse, guttural moan. She felt as though she'd been impaled. She had never taken anything that long inside her before. Her vision went dark, and for one tiny moment she thought the sudden penetration had actually knocked her unconscious.
"Christ. Fuck. I won't last long," Theo groaned behind her, covering her back with his body.
He sank his teeth into the skin beneath her shoulder blade and began to thrust, each movement longer and harder than the last. The deep, forceful strokes drove Hermione towards the edge of the chaise, and Theodore caught her firmly around the lower stomach, holding her against him and adding pressure that made the already intense sensation sharper for both of them.
"Fucking hell, Hermione! Yes! Fuck, you're so tight, so hot! Oh, Merlin!"
Hermione dropped her head onto her arms and nearly screamed beneath the avalanche of sensation. Sweet and painful at once, heat followed by a rush of cold down her spine, the firm base of the plug pressing rhythmically against her with every thrust of Theodore's hips, driving her higher and higher. Behind her tightly closed eyes, a sun seemed to flare. Every hair on her body stood on end in response to the charged atmosphere in the room.
She had forgotten about Malfoy entirely, consumed by her own pleasure, but when he gripped her by the nape and made her lift her head, Granger's gaze landed first on his thick cock, already beginning to harden again. Then the defined muscles of his abs, the sharply cut obliques, his nipples, his tense neck, the crooked smile, and finally those lead-grey eyes.
How had she never noticed before just how much tenderness they could hold?
"Want to come, darling?"
"Desperately."
"What do you need to say?"
"Please. Please let me."
"What are you willing to do for it?"
"Anything."
Theodore couldn't have cared less about Malfoy's games now, not with his brain already melting and apparently leaking out through his ears. The loud slap of skin against skin, the wet sounds of her tight cunt, her narrow, sweat-slick back beneath his chest, Hermione's low, throaty voice, her scent, his commanding friend right there beside them, all of it was driving him insane. And it felt so bloody good that he could have stayed in that madness forever.
Almost. He still had one more thing to do.
Nott straightened and grabbed Hermione by the hips, hauling her back onto his cock until he was buried to the balls. His calves were cramping from the strain and the ever-quickening pace, his lower back burned, and a cramp was starting in his left arse cheek, but he kept pounding into the woman already screaming beneath him.
When her cunt suddenly clamped around him like a trap, lightning tore through Theo and struck the back of his skull, sending sparks across his vision. Their frantic movements shook them both so violently that the legs of the chaise began to creak ominously.
Theodore came in heavy pulses, spilling deep inside Granger and still not quite believing any of this was real.
Life had thrown plenty of strange things his way, but even he could never have imagined a night like this.
And it wasn't even because she was some extraordinary lover.
Not really.
But this, fuck, this was Hermione Granger. Hogwarts' best student. So insufferably proper she used to make his teeth grind, that infuriating little swot Granger, now sucking off two men at once and apparently willing to try anything for a decent orgasm. And Malfoy was open to experimenting and hadn't even smashed Theo's nose for suggesting it. This had to be some drug-induced hallucination. Either that, or Hecate had blessed them tonight.
He held on until his softening cock began to slip out of the woman sprawled in front of him. Theo pulled back and surveyed his handiwork. Her folds, her entrance, everything glowed a beautiful raspberry pink. With two fingers, he gathered the come leaking from her still-pulsing entrance and pushed it back inside. He liked the thought of remaining inside her a little longer, even if only like this. There was something about it that felt right.
Granger jerked convulsively with an aftershock and tried to crawl away from him. But there was nowhere to go.
"What, already worn out? I could've sworn you said you were up for anything," he teased, pressing a grateful kiss to the little dimple at the base of her spine.
"Give me a second to catch my breath. I'll surprise you yet."
Draco went to each of them in turn, offering a glass of cold water, then crossed to the record player and changed the record, putting on some jazz. Good choice. Then he dropped into an armchair and stretched out his long legs, watching his thoroughly relaxed lovers through narrowed eyes, a faint smile on his lips.
He'd liked it. Actually, he'd liked all of it. No point lying to himself. Had he wanted this? Did he want more? Did he want to go further tonight? Yes, yes, and yes. He'd have to be out of his mind to turn down something like this. And really, he'd only got his mind back two years after the war, thanks entirely to Theo. There was already far too much binding the two of them together. One more bond couldn't hurt.
"Shower's over there," he said, nodding towards the corner behind the bed, "if anyone wants one."
"Can't be bothered." Theodore took out his wand and, with two flicks, scourgified both himself and a thoroughly blissed-out Hermione.
For a minute or so, the three of them simply looked at one another in silence. Granger cracked first, beginning to giggle quietly. A very pleased Nott joined her, and Draco was the last to give in, starting with a restrained chuckle before breaking into open, infectious laughter. They were still walking a bit of a tightrope, after all, and every now and then each of them could feel the tension underneath it all.
Once he'd recovered, Malfoy addressed the distinguished assembly.
"Well then, ladies and gentlemen. Any suggestions? Preferences? We've all made a few discoveries tonight. I dare say this isn't where the evening ends."
"Sorry, boys, but I still haven't got what I came for." Hermione rolled onto her side, displaying the plug still inside her. "Besides, I have a surprise for you."
Both men raised their eyebrows in perfect unison. Honestly. Purebred dogs, the pair of them.
Hermione snorted and went over to the table where she'd left her vials.
"You probably don't know this, but I work in experimental potion research. I develop new methods of extracting useful substances from raw materials, increasing magical potency, improving concentration techniques, and so on. One of my latest creations, rather conveniently for tonight, is an elixir that produces a rapid but long-lasting state of heightened arousal and also, shall we say, helps maintain an erection. In other words, even if you're physically tired or your enthusiasm starts to flag halfway through, your equipment will remain impressively firm and ready for action."
"So basically, an overwhelming need to fuck and a hard-on no matter what?" Theo clearly didn't appreciate her careful wording. "Muggles have had pills like that for ages, you know."
"You're absolutely right. But..." She raised one finger smugly. "My potion has no contraindications and only one side effect. A rather interesting one."
Hermione paused, smiling as she looked between the two men.
"Don't keep us in suspense."
"A man who takes the correct dose can continue intercourse even after he comes. In other words, he'll stay hard."
Draco pushed himself up from the armchair and approached the young witch with considerably more interest.
"You're saying this little thing could let us have multiple orgasms in a single session? Like women?"
"Exactly. Results vary from person to person, but the average is between two and four, with the intensity gradually diminishing after each one."
Malfoy leaned closer to Granger and said quietly, with complete sincerity:
"If that's true, I'll buy the production rights from you within a week. You'll become obscenely rich overnight, Hermione."
He gently brushed his knuckles along her cheek and kissed her, catching her lower lip between his teeth.
"How much do we take?"
Theo couldn't wait to try it. Hermione gave the two of them an appraising look, as though seeing their bodies properly for the first time.
"Three drops each for you two. One will be enough for me. I'm still plenty worked up as it is. I was planning to sell it in capsules. It's simpler and safer that way."
Three minutes later, all three of them felt it: goosebumps racing over their skin, a warm wave sweeping from head to toe, skin prickling, breath coming faster. The arousal built smoothly but quickly, much faster than it ever would naturally.
Hermione kissed one man, then the other, and could already feel their desire focused entirely on her, both of them fully armed and ready.
"Enough foreplay. I want more."
With a flick of her wand, she summoned a jar of all-purpose lubricant and tossed the wand onto the bed.
"You'll get more, darling, don't complain about it later," Malfoy said, and, Merlin help her, waggled his eyebrows at her.
Once again, the unfortunate chaise became the centre of some decidedly grown-up games. Hermione lay across it on her back, spread her legs wide and beckoned the blond closer with one finger. Not that he needed any encouragement. He was already dipping two fingers into the jar and coating them generously with lubricant. Draco's cock was on the large side. Not every woman could take him comfortably, and he'd caused pain more than once before, so he always made sure to prepare his partners properly.
He massaged Hermione's clit and folds before sliding two fingers inside, stroking the sensitive walls, curling them to tease and gently spreading them to help her relax. When she began rocking against his hand, he added a third.
"God, that feels good. Theo, darling, would you come here? I want to feel both of you at once."
Theodore took a soft leather strap from the wall and approached her with a faint smile, his cock bobbing slightly with each step.
"What dark sides have you been hiding, little bird? Why were you keeping yourself so desperately under wraps?"
"Shut up and give me your magic wand already, Theodore."
He gave a quiet huff of laughter and gently cradled the back of her head in both hands. It really was an excellent position: Hermione's head hung slightly over the edge of the chaise, leaving her throat exposed, her breasts jutting upwards in sharp peaks, her stomach hollowed, the soft curve of her pubic mound on display, and Malfoy lining himself up with her tight pussy.
Quite the view.
Theo slid into her invitingly open mouth and closed his eyes in bliss. The sensations really were a little more intense now: warm, wet, soft, enveloping. Her tongue caressed the length of his cock while her lips worked around him, creating a slow, pulling pressure.
For some reason, a thought drifted into his head.
I'm home.
Which was frankly bizarre, considering where he was and who he was with, but that was exactly the strange mixture of bliss and ease Theodore felt inside the former Gryffindor's mouth.
Hermione made a choked, gurgling sound when he pushed a little deeper, and Theo actually frowned. Only minutes ago she'd been taking him with astonishing enthusiasm. What had changed?
He looked up and immediately found the answer.
Malfoy had hooked Granger's legs around his waist and positioned himself at her entrance. He pushed inside slowly, carefully, taking his time.
"Shh. Easy, easy, Hermione. You're all right. It won't hurt, I promise. You're doing so well. Just relax for me." He gently massaged her clit, giving the ring of her piercing the occasional light tug.
Draco worked his way deeper, feeling beneath his fingers the fine tremble of muscles drawn tight as harp strings. He listened to Hermione's muffled moans around Theo's cock.
When Draco finally sank all the way inside her, she pulled her mouth free long enough to drag in a breath and let out a high, ringing moan. Her hands tightened around Theo's hips as she pushed her own hips back, taking Draco deeper.
"Jesus fucking Christ, Malfoy, why have you been hiding this treasure? Where the hell have you been? Ohhh, fuck!"
Draco realised it was even better than he could have imagined. He drew back in one long stroke, almost slipping out of her completely, then drove back in with more force. A loud, wet slap was followed by a delighted cry. The two men exchanged a conspiratorial look and grinned like a pair of friendly crocodiles. Draco caught Hermione around the waist, forcing her into a deeper arch, and began fucking her hard and deep, driving into her with each forceful thrust.
Meanwhile, Theodore looped the leather strap he'd taken earlier around Granger's throat. Breath play was a particular kink of his, but he never crossed the line if a partner seemed scared or even slightly uncomfortable. So when the witch opened her eyes, he gave her a questioning look, silently asking permission.
"Yes." Barely a whisper.
The sheer wickedness of it, the sensation of quite literally holding another person's life in his hands, always carried him to the heights of existential bliss. Theodore pushed deeper and deeper into Hermione's mouth, watching her throat respond to each thrust as he gradually tightened the strap. For all the pleasure he was getting from her mouth, he never lost control of himself, keeping careful track of her breathing. The edge between control and euphoria, pleasure and pain, was where Theo felt most at home. It was a shame that even here, not every woman was willing to indulge all of his desires. Perhaps Granger would surprise him again.
Hermione was drowning in sensation. She'd imagined something almost exactly like this plenty of times, but every fantasy she'd ever had seemed blurred, faded and bland compared with what she was feeling now. Tears clouded her vision, her jaw ached, her throat was a little raw, and she was short of breath, but not once did it occur to her to push Theo away or make him stop.
Draco hooked both her legs over his left shoulder and fucked her hard, driving into her with a steady, relentless rhythm until she was nearly out of her mind. His cock was a genuine gift from the gods, filling her so perfectly, right to the brim, skirting the edge of pain without ever quite crossing it. Hermione finally felt so completely whole that she wanted to cry.
Theo pulled away, breathing hard, his topaz eyes gleaming as he bent to press gentle kisses to her lips, chin and neck.
"Thank you, sweet thing. I'll give you your pleasure back, just a little later." Then he leaned close to her ear and whispered, "Think Draco will avada me if I go after that virgin arse of his?"
"He's waiting for it, trust me. I've got muggle condoms in my purse. He obviously wasn't prepared for this particular turn of events," she whispered back.
They dissolved into conspiratorial giggles, and Hermione was immediately punished with a pinch to the nipple.
"Keeping secrets from me, are we?"
"You'll like this one, kitten." Hermione reached for her clit.
Theodore circled the pair with slow, predatory steps and came up behind them.
Wonderful. Perfect.
Malfoy lowered Hermione's legs from his shoulder and spread them wide, bracing his hands against her inner thighs. His rhythm quickened, growing more ragged.
"Going to come, 'kitten'?" Theo murmured teasingly into his ear.
Nott ran his fingers down Draco's spine. With a groan, Draco bent over Hermione, sliding an arm beneath her back and crushing his mouth to hers. The position gave Theo a glorious view of both their arses, completely exposed.
Theo carefully eased the plug out of Hermione and tossed it somewhere aside.
Perfectly stretched. Just right for him.
He placed both broad hands on Malfoy's arse, kneading gently as he spread him apart. Theo exhaled sharply. He dipped a finger into the lubricant on the floor beside them and stroked the tight ring, letting his friend get used to the unfamiliar sensation.
Draco jerked and clenched, but he didn't turn around. Didn't start shouting. Didn't start throwing punches.
Fuck. Granger had read the pair of them in a couple of hours like they were teenage boys.
Theo firmly pressed one finger into the tight, resisting entrance and stopped.
Malfoy stopped too.
For a second, nothing happened. Then the blond lowered his head with a hoarse breath and buried his face in Hermione's hair.
Bullseye.
Theo began moving his finger carefully, turning and circling until he found the firm spot he was looking for and began massaging it with slow, gentle pressure. Draco shuddered and resumed moving over Hermione, who whimpered beneath him. Theo added a second finger and continued his sweet torture, adding a slow massage of Draco's balls and perineum for good measure.
It took Malfoy a minute, maybe less, to come hard. He was afraid to lift his face and look either of them in the eye. Pleasure and shame had mixed into an explosive cocktail, and part of him already wanted to bolt in humiliation, as though he were thirteen again and hadn't yet grown a pair.
The very same pair Nott still had in a firm grip.
Hermione cupped his face in both her small hands and looked straight into his eyes. Her gaze was almost too intent, as though she could see right down into his mind and soul.
"Don't you dare, do you hear me? This isn't dirty. It isn't shameful. It isn't wrong. You love each other, you idiots. Maybe not as lovers, but definitely as more than just friends. And don't you dare start putting labels on it. It's fine. Do you understand me?"
Draco stared at her without blinking, trying to accept this part of himself. A warm palm settled on his back and stroked him soothingly. His tense shoulders loosened a little, and he kissed Granger in gratitude.
"Funny," he said, trying to sound casual as he looked at his companions for the night. "I'm still hard, and I still have an overwhelming urge to fuck you."
"That was round one." Theodore's voice was unusually low now, with a new, almost purring note to it. "Shall we make it two?"
Hermione pushed herself up and peered over Malfoy's shoulder.
"I have to see this. But I'm not leaving you hanging. You're going to feel very, very good."
"You really are a bitch, Granger. Amazing the hat didn't sort you into Slytherin."
Draco braced his hands against the space she'd vacated and squeezed his eyes shut. He felt a kiss against his back, hot breath, then a wet tongue tracing his spine. He arched instinctively, opening himself further to Theodore.
The thick cock pressed against his entrance and slowly began to push inside.
The burning stretch and indescribable pleasure flooded through Malfoy all the way to the top of his head, raising every hair on his body. A single loud moan filled the room and disappeared beneath the music.
"Fuck. Oh Merlin. Draco, you... are you all right?" Theo's eyes rolled back with sheer ecstasy.
"Fuck. Shut up and keep going."
"Ooooh!" Theo moved his hips and slid halfway inside.
With shaking hands, Nott ran his palms over Draco's back, sides and arse, trying to get his ragged breathing under control. He added more lube to his cock and pushed in harder. Then again. And again. With confident but careful movements, he rocked on waves of bliss, carrying his best friend along with him. Even the unfamiliar feel of the condom couldn't spoil it. Broken moans filled the room, swallowed by heavy curtains and soft upholstery.
Hermione kissed Draco's shoulders, nipped and licked at his sweat-salted neck, caught the drops at his temples with her tongue. She squeezed herself between him and the chaise, arching awkwardly until she reached his bitten lips and hungrily caught his moans with her mouth. She kissed him deeply, sucked on his tongue, holding his face firmly between her palms.
When his hard cock nudged against her stomach, she didn't hesitate. She dropped lower and, matching Theodore's rhythm, took Draco into her mouth with the same greedy enthusiasm.
Malfoy kept slipping into falsetto. Theo growled and clenched his jaw until it hurt. Hermione, meanwhile, was going out of her mind with lust, with the sight of them, the sounds, the electricity crackling through the room.
She couldn't stand it any longer. She climbed onto the chaise in front of the blond and presented her own arse.
"Wait, Theo!" Draco gasped. "The lady wants to join in."
Without any further ceremony, he pushed straight into her dripping pussy and began to move quickly, pulling Granger back onto his cock as he pushed himself back onto Theo's cock.
Their uneven rhythm settled almost immediately, and soon the three of them were moving in harmony, a truly golden trio caught up in the most beautiful dance of all.
Colours drifted behind Theo's eyelids. He felt frighteningly close to blacking out from the madness of it, and somehow his arousal was still climbing.
It shouldn't have been possible.
But it was.
Then he remembered the potion.
With considerably less concern for being gentle now, Theo leaned back and began driving into Draco at an almost impossible pace.
The room flooded with a cacophony of sound. Hermione was already screaming as her orgasm bore down on her. Draco groaned hoarsely, throwing his head back more and more often. Theo growled and was the first to break.
He drove himself deep with a convulsive thrust, fingers digging into skin as the sweetest spasms tore through him, pushing Draco over the edge with him.
The sound of both men coming sent Hermione crashing into a long, slow orgasm that went on and on, refusing to release her for what felt like an eternity.
***
"Hermione? Hermione, are you all right?"
Someone was gently patting her cheek. She opened her eyes and blinked in confusion at two absolutely drenched, gorgeous, and thoroughly concerned men.
"What?"
"You blacked out." A devilish grin spread slowly across Theo's face. "You actually passed out from the orgasm, darling."
"I'm going to make you rich, Granger. Fuck you again, if you're willing, and then make you rich. It's still not going down."
Malfoy wrapped a fist around his slick cock and stroked it a couple of times.
"That's round two," Hermione laughed.
***
Ropes curled down from the ceiling, ending at the wrists of a beautiful young witch with damp, dishevelled curls. Her legs were wrapped around the waist of a tall young man with platinum hair. He held her by the thighs and drove into her hard, each thrust drawing a wet sound from between them. His mouth fastened onto her exposed neck, leaving yet another mark on her skin.
Behind the witch stood a dark-haired man, his handsome, wicked face twisted almost in agony. He was taking her arse exactly as she had wanted, and exactly as he had wanted too.
Their perfectly imperfect rhythm, falling into sync one moment and breaking apart into separate beats the next, was driving Hermione half out of her mind. Never before had she felt so full, so whole, so intensely aware of her own body. Trapped tightly between two sweat-slick male bodies, she rose and fell with their thrusts, but still couldn't quite reach that nirvana, that pure high she'd been chasing so desperately.
Exhausted, she let her head fall back onto Draco's shoulder, but kept moving her hips, searching for that point of no return, the moment she could finally tip over the edge.
Pleasure burned through every cell of her body now, no longer concentrated in any single place. Tears ran down her face because it simply felt too good, unbearably good, and there was still nowhere for all that pleasure to go.
She heard a wet sound close to her ear and lifted her hazy gaze. Right beside her cheek, Draco and Theo were kissing desperately, their still-hard cocks thrusting into her from either side. Lips, wet tongues, the rasp of fair and dark stubble, all of it was so close that she could almost feel their acceptance of each other against her own skin.
There it was. True male friendship at its finest.
And Hermione finally let go, crying out as she released everything that had been building inside her for the last half hour, flooding the two of them, every muscle clenching around them in one tremendous spasm.
Their three orgasms hit like a supernova, lighting up not only the manor but, for one glorious moment, the entire world. Or so it seemed.
Through the moans and broken sounds of release, they could have sworn they heard bright, ringing laughter somewhere nearby. Then the thought vanished, because none of them had enough strength left for anything. Not even to make it to the bed.
Theo tugged at the rope and freed Hermione, caught her around the waist, and promptly collapsed onto the floor with her in his arms beside Draco.
"I officially declare it the best sex of my life," Hermione groaned, not even attempting to shift into a more comfortable position.
"Meow," was all Malfoy managed before dissolving into helpless little shakes of laughter.
"I know that won't be the last time you say that, darling. But I need at least a week to recover. You two have wrung me completely dry."
Theo pushed the hair out of his mouth and smiled blissfully.
***
Getting through the shower was its own trial. None of their bodies were cooperating, their legs shaking as though they'd just run a marathon. But clean and refreshed, exhausted and happy, the three of them lingered over long goodbye kisses by the main fireplace of Hecate's Ball.
The Goddess herself seemed to be watching them with warmth and approval. And, quite suddenly, each of them felt the urge to give her a courteous bow before leaving.
"Thank you," Hermione whispered to the statue in farewell, then vanished in a burst of green flame.
***
For three days Granger tried to pull herself together, tried to shake the memories of that night out of her head, and failed spectacularly. Work ground to a halt because the young researcher's mind was anywhere but on her potion experiments. She'd even started bringing a spare pair of knickers to work, since hers kept soaking through and leaving her uncomfortably damp. Secretly, she was hoping for another meeting with Nott and Malfoy come the next full moon. Maybe they'd even want to spend all three nights with her this time.
At lunch on the fourth day, she flushed all over again at the memory of Theodore's parting words and cursed under her breath. That was when an owl distracted her, tapping insistently at the window. She gave the owl a sweet nut for its trouble, left the bird perched on the little sill reserved for owls, and unrolled the message.
“Caramel! How do you feel about the three of us getting together for dinner tonight, at my place? I'll provide the best steak you've ever had, and the sweetest "dessert." All you need to do is be happy and bring that brilliant invention of yours. Draco's promised to make us all coffee in the morning.
Impatiently awaiting your yes.
D.M. & T.N.”
Hermione smiled dreamily and glanced around her desk. There was plenty of work left to do, but this was her lab. She answered to no one but herself, and she could leave early if she wanted.
She scribbled a quick reply and sent the owl off. Then she grabbed her bag and, already halfway out the door, nodded to her assistant on the way past.
"Nora, I'm heading out for the rest of the day. Cancel tomorrow's meeting with the Academic Council. I'll be negotiating a deal for 'Hecate's Blessing.'"
"Of course, ma'am. Finally found a buyer, then?"
"They found me," the witch said with a dreamy smile, and breezed out into the street.