Frigid. Cold. Distant. Unresponsive. The ice queen.
Hermione Granger glared at the bar as she took a healthy sip of her firewhiskey, her boyfriend’s words ringing in her ears. She failed to remember that his accusations had been in defense of her coming home early from work to find him shagging some groupie in their bed, concentrating on his defense and wondering if she were somehow to blame for his straying. She’d suspected that he had been having affairs for the last two years, that being one reason she refused his obligatory offer of marriage, noticing the relief in his eyes when she’d say no, but she had never had proof.
For a while, she’d honestly believed she might just be imagining things. She had never been confident when it came to her looks and was insecure about sex, that being one area of her life that she couldn’t just learn from books. He had never really complained before, fucking her quickly, finding his release and then rolling over to sleep. The only orgasms that she’d ever had were from her own hands and she always felt strange when he was pumping into her, not connecting with him at all. In a way, she had hoped he would find someone else so he’d be the one to leave her.
He was safe and comfortable and she was a bit scared to break up with him because she knew it would change so much of her life. Their friends would most likely take his side and she’d be left alone with no one. So she had gritted her teeth and convinced herself she was wrong about him cheating and continued to lay there as he used her body for his release, trying to feel something even remotely resembling passion but mostly thinking about her day and wishing he’d hurry up so she could get some sleep. He was right. She was frigid. Sex wasn’t important to her at all. Hermione honestly didn’t understand what the fuss was about because she found more excitement finding a rare book than having him inside her.
He had been her only lover. Their first time had been during sixth year at Hogwarts, nearly six months after they’d started dating. She’d had these big romantic ideas of what sex would be like, having a secret fondness for Muggle romance novels and had imagined being consumed with desire and need and feeling passionate and aroused. Reality had been a far cry from her expectations. It had been awkward and hurt a bit and she’d not been at all aroused to see his eyes squinched up and his mouth hanging open as he’d thrust into her.
Afterwards, she had gotten dressed quickly and then taken a shower, ridding herself of his sticky seed and feeling rather sick to her stomach. It had been over a month before she’d decided to try again, that time being just the same. His touch did nothing for her, his kisses left her cold, and she knew that it had to be her fault because he was actually quite handsome and the girl he’d been shagging in their bed seemed to have no problems finding him arousing. She just wasn’t a sexual person. With another glare at the bar, she finished her firewhiskey, putting the glass down and motioning for a refill.
She honestly didn’t know what to do now. She had seen him with another woman, knew that he had never once shagged her with such passion and need, barely touching the last few months. She was relieved, to be honest, knowing that she now had a reason to break up with him, but she was also worried about losing her friends. He’d tell them all that she was frigid and cringed when he touched her and that he was justified in seeking pleasure elsewhere because he certainly wasn’t getting it from her. She could all ready imagine the whispers and stares, ‘Look, that’s Hermione Granger. She’s a cold unresponsive witch that lost the only man who ever wanted her. She’s going to end up old and alone with only her cat for company.’, knowing that he would be very vocal in defending himself as to why he would cheat.
Another part of her, the darker voice that she rarely listened to, was pissed off. In fact, the anger was outweighing the insecurity and misery. If he’d been so unhappy with her, why hadn’t he just broken it up? She had given him plenty of opportunities to end their relationship and he’d never accepted any, telling her that he understood she wasn’t fond of sex but he loved her and was willing to give her space. Ha! The bastard was out shagging any groupie that recognized him from his Quidditch poster, most likely. And then he’d come home and either ignore her completely or pressure her to try things that made her uncomfortable until they’d have a big row and she’d end up in the spare room to get away from him.
It wasn’t that she didn’t want be sexual. Merlin, she wanted to be a sexy seductress that did all the naughty things she’d read about very badly. She had spent hours imagining scenarios where she would take him in her mouth or he’d do something to her besides just the normal thrust, thrust, thrust, come, but the fantasies always left her mind when he touched her. The last few months of complete celibacy had led to her fantasies starring other men, her hands drifting between her legs as she thought about people she knew and found attractive doing those things to her, always coming with a soft cry. She didn’t know why she couldn’t react that way to him. She did love him, in a way, she just wasn’t in love with him and never really had been. Perhaps that was the problem.
With a sigh, she took another drink of her second glass of firewhiskey, taking a look around the Leaky Cauldron. It was rather crowded, being a Friday evening, and she recognized a few people from her job at the Ministry or neighborhood shops. She was trying to think of a way to get him back, knowing it was petty and pointless and wouldn’t really change the fact that she was frigid and he had cheated, but she felt utterly undesirable and worthless from the harsh accusations he had made when she’d confronted him and wanted to so something instead of wallowing in alcohol and thinking about how horrible her life had become. When she noticed someone watching her, she froze. Her eyes narrowed as she watched him smirk, recognizing him instantly.
Draco Malfoy. Arrogant Pureblood bastard. Also a rather good-looking and sexy bastard, that dark voice whispered. He had been a star in several fantasies, Hermione having to admit that he was very handsome and she found his confidence and intelligence especially attractive. Her eyes moved over his table, seeing that he was sitting with two other men. One was muscular and big, ruggedly handsome, his face familiar. It took her only a few minutes to place a name to it, Marcus Flint. He was on the Cannons, one of their star players actually, and her boyfriend loathed him almost as much he hated Draco. The other guy was beautiful, that being the only word to describe him. She didn’t recognize him, knowing that she didn’t think she’d have forgotten his name.
Draco leaned over and whispered something, his eyes never leaving her, seemingly surprised that she’d not yet looked away. Two glasses of firewhiskey had given her a bit more courage than she normally possessed, her eyes moving over the three different but handsome men, a very cunning plan forming in her mind. The other two looked at her after Draco spoke, Flint smiling slightly and the pretty boy blowing her a kiss in a very flirty manner. Instead of blushing and looking away, okay so there was a little blushing, she ran her tongue over her lips as she let her eyes move over his face.
She wanted revenge. She knew that would surprise most people that knew her as a logical and predictable witch, but it was true. After his tirade about how unattractive she was and how she should be lucky he felt sorry for her and stayed with her despite her utter lack of sex appeal and the fact that she was a frigid bitch, she just wanted to be desired. Even if it was just for a few hours and meant nothing, she wanted someone to want her.
She knew she wasn’t beautiful nor was she anywhere near sexy, her face was pretty but she would only ever really be average with a rather nice figure, so she assumed that her plan would never work because they would reject her immediately. After everything she had heard earlier, however, she doubted they would say anything that really hurt her. That knowledge and the slight intoxication from the firewhiskey gave her the nerve to stand up and walk towards their table in the back corner.
“Granger, where’s your Weasel?” Draco drawled lazily when she reached them. His eyes quickly noticed the tear stained cheeks and slight puffiness around her tawny eyes and the determined but fearful gleam they took as she focused on him. When he’d first seen her at the bar, he’d been surprised, watching her as Marcus and Adrian had chatted about Quidditch. He was good at that, watching her, having enough practice over the last five years. He’d wanted her since sixth year, possibly even earlier than that, but he’d been unable to ever get her attention. She was all wrapped up in her studies and Potty and then she was shagging that Weasel bastard, intensifying his hatred of the redhead moron. Now she was in a bar alone, obviously upset, a bit intoxicated, and looking at him as if he was the answer to all her problems.
“Hopefully in pain somewhere,” she replied sharply, smiling slightly as she remembered the hex she had cast on him before leaving their flat.
“This kitten has claws,” Adrian smirked as his eyes moved over the brunette and liking what he could see. Her robe concealed most of her charms, but he could see the plump breasts at the vee of the material and the way it clung to her curvy hips. She was a pretty thing with the most glorious hair he’d ever seen, his cock twitching at the idea of wrapping the curly brown strands around it as he wanked. Running his tongue over his pouty lips, he purred, “I like it.”
“You like anything with a hole that needs filling, Pucey,” Marcus muttered as he watched his best friend and occasional lover attempt to flirt with the prissy little witch. He knew her, of course. Remembered her during his years at Hogwarts, walking around with her nose in the air as if everyone was inferior because they weren’t as bright as she was, though she’d been a bit of a looker even then. Time had improved that natural beauty, giving her face character and softening her harsh edges. She was right fit and had the best breasts he’d seen in a while, his dark eyes lingering on her neckline before blatantly looking her over, intending to either scare her away or determine if she could, indeed, play with the big boys.
“I am far more choosy than you think,” Adrian replied smugly before looking back at the girl, “Did you need something, Kitten?”
“Yeah, what do you want?” Draco asked curiously, his mind dwelling on her comment about Weasley, wondering if she had finally realized the bastard was shagging every available witch he could find. It was such a waste, he thought with disgust. Why the bloody hell would anyone cheat on Hermione? She was damn near perfect except for her lack of Pureblood and that was something that could be easily overlooked.
“Revenge,” Hermione answered truthfully, watching Draco’s eyes widen as he sat back in his chair.
“Continue,” Marcus urged with a slight smile. Well, well, well. This could get interesting, he decided, liking the fire he saw in her eyes once she got over her initial shyness.
“I, well,” she suddenly stammered, feeling like a fool. She couldn’t believe she had planned to suggest such a thing, now wishing she’d not acted so hastily. “Never mind.”
“Nuh uh, Kitten,” Adrian took her hand and pulled her into his lap, his arm going around her waist as he whispered in her ear, “We want to know about this revenge and how it concerns us. Keep wiggling like that, pretty Kitty, and I may have to shag you right here on the table. I’m a bit of an exhibitionist, you know?”
Hermione froze when she heard his words, a rush of heat spreading over and touching places that were usually dormant. She wiggled slightly, feeling something pressing against her arse and realizing that it was his cock. She felt it growing beneath her, his hand moving into her robe and squeezing her breast sharply as if in warning. Merlin, that felt good, she moaned softly, leaning back against the man she didn’t know as twinges of desire began to build in her body.
“Damn it, Pucey. Let her go,” Draco snarled, not at all pleased with the image of Hermione being felt up by Pucey of all people. Even worse, she seemed to be enjoying it.
“Looks like Malfoy doesn’t like to share his toys,” Marcus snickered, arching a brow when the younger blond glared at him. “Doesn’t look like your witch is complaining, boy, so you’d better watch your mouth or we won’t share either.”
“She’s not mine,” Draco muttered angrily before looking back at Hermione. “What’s this revenge, Granger? I hate Weasel and would happily participate in anything that made his life even slightly miserable.”
“I want to fuck you,” Hermione whispered as she looked into his eyes. She sighed, feeling a bit embarrassed when he gaped at her, unable to conceal his initial surprise. “Ron cheated on me. I had a feeling that he has been for years, but I actually caught him today. We had a fight and I plan to leave him, but I want revenge first. He doesn’t want me, but I know it would make him angry if I was with someone else, especially you. He hates you, in particular, and Slytherins, in general. He can’t stand Flint for being on the Cannons, and I’m assuming the guy groping me so well is a Slytherin, which means Ron would hate him by default. I’m not a passionate person and I guess I’m frigid, but I hope you might hate him enough to have sex with me anyway.”
“Frigid?” Adrian repeated dumbly, exchanging a look with Draco and Marcus and seeing that they were as disbelieving as he. The vixen was far from frigid, her cute bottom pressing against his cock and her nipples hard against his palm. What sort of lies had that Weasley bastard been telling her? She was sitting there propositioning three Slytherins while writhing around in his lap and she thought she wasn’t passionate? Merlin, this girl needed some confidence in her sexuality and to realize what a sexy little witch she truly was under the right hands.
“So you want to fuck us so you can go back and make your boyfriend, whom is one of those annoying arse Weasleys, regret cheating on you?” Marcus wanted clarification, “Just tonight, us fucking you any and every way we want and you willing and eager?”
“Yes,” Hermione nodded, “no strings attached. Just sweet revenge and a shag.”
“He really fucked with the wrong witch, didn’t he?” Draco mused thoughtfully, “I didn’t know you had it in you, Granger. This is definitely a Slytherin trick and really quite evil. I must admit, I’m stunned but pleased with your idea.”
“Why are we sitting here when we could be shagging?” Adrian asked in a sullen voice, his light blue eyes twinkling with mischief as he stated his support of her plans for revenge.
“You’re going to help me?” she was astonished, imagining that they’d laugh at her and call her a few names before sending her on her way. Now that they seemed to have accepted, she was suddenly sober and realized that she’d just asked three Slytherins, two of whom were strangers and one that had been her enemy through seven years of school, to shag her rotten just so she could get revenge on Ron for his remarks about no one wanting her. Why did she suddenly have the urge to run far away?
Merlin, she couldn’t have sex with three men. She didn’t even enjoy sex with the man she thought she loved so how on Earth was she supposed to just lay there while these guys took turns taking her body? This was completely ridiculous, the worst plan she’d ever had, the reason she always gave a lot of thought to everything and usually made lists when it was something important. Why had she listened to that voice in her head? It was naughty and evil and wicked and now she had to figure out how to stop this before she ended up humiliated and feeling even worse about herself than she did now.
Oh God! They were going to see her naked. She was going to see them naked! They’d probably laugh about this with all their friends and tell everyone that Ron hadn’t told by that time how cold and reserved she was in bed and maybe she’d just move to America where no one knew her name and wouldn’t know the gossip that was sure to be whispered about her lack of sexual desirability. Would they even be aroused by her? What if they got naked and then couldn’t even get an erection because she was so plain and not at all sexy or arousing.
Draco could see the emotions crossing her face, panicking when he saw the hesitation and fear, knowing that she was about to speak up and halt her plan. No, damn it, he wasn’t going to let her. He’d wanted her for years and he now had a chance to fuck her, even if he had to share her with Flint and Pucey. One night. Silly girl, as if he had plans of letting her go once he had her. He’d share her for now because it was the only way to get her into his bed, but he had no intention of simply being used for revenge against Weasel and then going on with his life as if he’d not shagged her senseless.
No, once she gave herself to him, she was going to be his and that was that. It might take persistence and actual effort on his part, but he’d waited far too long to finally have what he wanted to just let her go without a fight. When he was finished with her, she’d be as desperate for him as he was for her. He stood up, tossing some galleons on the table and pulling her off Pucey’s lap, her body going against his as he apparated out of the bar and to his bedroom. He heard two pops following his arrival, seeing Flint and Pucey appear.
“Malfoy, this isn’t such a good,” Hermione’s words were caught by his lips, his tongue moving over her lips before sliding into her mouth, any protestations she had planned to make leaving her mind as she felt lust consume her. Merlin, this is what it was supposed to feel like, as if her entire body was on fire. And Malfoy was making her feel like this, so alive and aroused. She opened her mouth wider, her tongue moving against his as she moved closer to his slender form, feeling his muscles clench beneath her hands as she touched his chest.
“Looks like Kitten has found someone that appreciates her,” Adrian observed with a smile as he watched the younger Slytherin devour their tasty treat, his movements somewhat gentle and loving, a definite indication that this was not just revenge sex to him. Judging from the way she was pressing against him, it looked like she might very well return Malfoy’s feelings.
“Yeah,” Marcus smirked as he began to remove his robe, “but, tonight, he’s sharing with us so let‘s take advantage of his rare generosity, shall we?”
“Possessive prat probably won’t even let us look at her after tonight,” Adrian pouted attractively, his slim fingers quickly removing his robe and unbuttoning his shirt.
“Then quit whining and get naked,” Marcus rolled his eyes before he caught Adrian’s lips in a rough kiss, nibbling on the full lower lip before whispering, “Can you imagine how tight she is? That stupid Weasley just wasn’t man enough to handle her is the problem. Frigid my arse.”
“Your arse is quite firm and warm,” Adrian winked before moving behind the kissing twosome. His lips moved along her neck, his eyes catching Draco’s as the younger Slytherin growled softly at him touching her. “Now, now, boy. You heard Kitten. She wants us all tonight. Isn’t that right, love?”
“Merlin, yes,” Hermione said breathlessly, completely oblivious to Draco’s jealousy and the possessive way he was holding her.
“Not planning to take her from you, mate. Just want a taste of the fire inside,” Marcus said lowly, watching Draco relax slightly when he realized they didn’t intend to pursue their unexpected prezzie. “Think she needs this after putting up with a Weasley for years.”
“Right,” Draco nodded once, letting his fellow Slytherins know they had permission to enjoy Hermione, “just for tonight.”
“What?” Hermione asked softly, noticing finally that Draco and Marcus were talking, so caught up in the feel of lips on her neck and a body against her back that she’d not been listening.
“Nothing, Kitten,” Adrian spoke up, “just Slytherin talk. I love your neck. It’s slender and smooth and there is the most adorable freckle right beneath your ear.”
“Really?” she looked at him, surprised to see desire in his eyes. Her body was reacting in a way that was completely unfamiliar. She took a moment to look at the other men, her face flushing as she realized that they were all aroused. She also noticed that Marcus was naked and that Draco was removing his clothes and a quick glance behind her confirmed that the other guy was naked, too. He was slender and muscular, having a similar build to Draco, and he had a rather wide cock that was about the same length as Ron. With a licking of her lips as she took in the different bodies, she asked, “What’s your name?”
“Adrian Pucey at your service, love,” he brought her hand to his lips and kissed it in a charming manner before moving his mouth along her arm.
“And you’re Marcus Flint,” she looked at the rugged and rough man, eyes moving over the large chest and muscular arms, lingering on the long cock that twitched beneath her gaze. Her eyes finally found their way to Draco. Merlin, he was gorgeous. She’d always thought he was attractive even when she’d considered him an enemy and the years had only improved his looks. He was stroking his thick cock, gray eyes stormy as he moved towards her.
“Enough with the introductions, Grang-Hermione,” he said her name for the first time since they’d met on the train during first year, watching her lips curve into a pleased smile that did strange things to his heart. A devilish smile crossed his lips as he raised his wand and uttered a few words, watching with satisfaction as her clothes disappeared and reappeared neatly folded on a nearby chair. In a soft voice, he whispered, “Merlin, you‘re gorgeous.”
“I love your tits, Hermione,” Marcus leered as he moved towards her, wanting to touch. His large hand roughly caressed her breast, squeezing the plump flesh, kneading it, thumb brushing across her pretty little nipples. “I’m going to fuck them before this night is over. Does that excite you? The idea of my cock thrusting between your breasts turns you on, doesn’t it? You’re a naughty witch, aren’t you? Have everyone fooled into thinking you’re the studious bookworm but, deep down, you’re a passionate and lusty wicked little vixen that just needed some real men to see that fire inside. You‘ve found three who love to play with fire so get ready to be burned, baby.”
“And you say I’m the drama queen,” Adrian snickered at Marcus’ antics, rolling his blue eyes as the larger wizard winked at him. Hermione shuddered against him, moaning softly as she leaned back, Marcus’ hand moving over her breasts. Draco was on the edge of sulking as he and Marcus teased their pretty little witch.
He smiled as he saw the sullen blond looking at her as if he’d never seen anything so beautiful, wondering idly how long he’d wanted the girl and why the Hell he hadn’t gone after her. Draco was bloody attractive and Adrian had tried to shag him several times to no avail, always receiving a smile and a brief kiss before being told that the offer was appreciated but that he just wasn’t into blokes and a promise to be owled should he ever decide to try shagging a wizard. Maybe tonight he’d have the chance to finally taste the handsome blond, his eyes lingering on the proud cock that was standing erect amongst the nest of pale blond curls, the head swollen and coated in precum. Licking his lips, Adrian turned his attention back to the naked revenge seeker that stupidly believed herself to be frigid and lacking passion.
Draco watched Marcus lower his head, his tongue snaking its way across her pink nipple, earning a gasp and moan for his efforts. Adrian was kissing her neck and back, the slender Slytherin moving to kneel behind her. Hermione froze when his lips moved along her arse, eyes wide as she looked at Draco, watching him stroke himself as Adrian slid his tongue between her cheeks. He walked forward, his lips claiming hers in a passionate kiss as his hand moved over her stomach before venturing between her thighs. He slid two fingers into her, feeling muscles tighten around him at the intrusion. She was so fucking tight, his cock throbbing at the thought of sinking deep inside her and fucking her into exhaustion.
Hermione had to be dreaming. This was just a very vivid erotic dream. There was no other way to explain the fact that she was standing naked between three attractive men with juices leaking down her thighs and hard nipples and so aroused that she was barely able to stand. Adrian was doing very naughty things to her arse, the first time anyone had ever touched her there, Ron never doing much more than stripping and fondling her breasts before he was fucking her until he came. She found it a bit strange, that his tongue was back *there*, but it felt really good in a very wicked way.
She wasn’t sure what she should be doing, her hands touching the bare skin surrounding her. She twisted Marcus’ nipple, caressing Draco’s shaft as he kissed her deeply, Adrian‘s breath on her arse as continued lapping at her before slowly thrusting his tongue into her tightest spot. She was moving against Draco’s long fingers, a third being added as she got more and more wet.
Marcus’ lips were on her nipples, his teeth scraping the sensitive nubs, licking and sucking her breasts as his hand moved to join Draco’s. She released Draco’s mouth and moaned when she felt his finger join the three Draco was thrusting into her. It was too much, her orgasm hitting her hard, her hand squeezing Draco’s cock as her nails dug into Marcus’ shoulder deep enough to draw blood, causing him to jerk forward, his cock hardening even more.
“I need to fuck you,” Draco’s voice was husky and thick with desire as he pulled her away from Adrian and Marcus. Pressing her against his bed, he inhaled the scent of vanilla, cinnamon, sweat and sex as he crawled up her body and moved between her legs. He ran his tongue over her slit, tasting her, lapping at her juices as she moaned and whimpered above him, her fingers grabbing the blanket as she bucked against his face.
Marcus moved to sit beside her, his hand stroking his cock as he watched Draco sucking her pussy. He groaned when he felt a tongue move along the head of his cock, his eyes looking down to see that she was leaning forward, her eyes worried and her actions hesitant. “Feels good,” he told her in an encouraging voice that he used when training new players, “I like seeing my cock against those pretty lips. Lick it again, just like that. I can’t believe you’ve never done this before, girl. You’re a bleeding natural. Merlin, yes. So wet and hot, I like it when you use your teeth, just a little pain to heighten the pleasure. Fuck! Perfect. That’s a good girl, move your tongue, lick it just like it’s a sugarquill.”
Hermione sucked Marcus’ cock, finding it exciting to hear him talking about how well she was doing, her hand caressing his balls as she moved her head. She’d read about this in books but never really having the desire to try it with Ron. She’d attempted it once but had lost her nerve before putting her lips on it and he’d not seemed interested anyway. Marcus was definitely interested, his fingers tangled in her thick brown curls as he moved into her mouth. Draco’s tongue was lapping at her eagerly, delving into her pussy and licking her every where. His sharp nose kept brushing against her sensitive clit, sensation after sensation spreading over her body.
Adrian laid on the bed beneath Draco, moving his way between the blond’s kneeled legs and engulfing the hard erection he’d wanted to have in his mouth for years. He began to suck and lick Draco’s cock, knowing he was concentrating on pleasuring his witch and wouldn’t stop his actions to tell him he wasn’t interested. He tasted just as good as he’d imagined, Adrian sucking him completely into his mouth and throat, his nose brushing against the wiry curls before pulling back slowly. Draco began to move into his mouth, subtle movements that indicated he wasn’t as opposed to having a wizard’s mouth on his cock as he may have thought even if he did prefer witches. Adrian sucked him until he felt a hand in his hair, Draco raising up and moving between Hermione’s thighs. It was time to fuck.
Draco positioned his wet cock at her entrance, watching as she sucked Marcus’ cock, finding the image erotic even as he had to control his jealousy. Adrian’s hand wrapped around his length, the blond giving his former house mate a warning look, having to smile when the brunet simply winked and blew him a kiss, letting him know that he didn’t expect Draco to suddenly share his bed. He had no problems with receiving pleasure from whomever one desired and Adrian was attractive, but Draco preferred the soft curves of women to the sharp angles of men, his only affair with a wizard being Blaise, a relationship that still happened occasionally and very discretely.
Adrian positioned Draco at her pussy, his fingers brushing against her wet curls, placing the head right at her entrance. With a slap of Draco’s arse, he said, “Fuck her senseless, boy.”
Draco leaned over and pulled Hermione’s face from Marcus’ cock, his lips claiming hers as he thrust inside her completely. She gasped, her hands moving to dig into his back as he stretched her wide and went deep. She was so tight, the walls of her pussy wet, the muscles clenching around his erection. He pulled out slowly before thrusting back inside, his balls hitting her arse as he began to move. She kissed him back with passion and desire, her fingers tangling in his hair as she began to meet his thrusts.
“Turn over, Malfoy,” Marcus instructed, “let her ride you. We want to play, too.”
Draco released her lips to glare at his former Captain, but he rolled over, knowing that this night was about Hermione’s need for revenge against that moron Weasel. How anyone could think she was frigid boggled his mind. Even fighting with her, he could see her passion and spirit, the brunette proving to be a wild and fiery lover as well. She began to ride him, her hands on his chest as she sat up, Adrian kissing her as his hand moved over her breast. Marcus straddled him, a scowl forming as he found his view of Hermione blocked by Marcus’ hairy arse. He arched into her, not wanting her to forget that he was the one she was fucking as the other two men distracted her from paying him attention.
Marcus caressed her gorgeous breasts, loving the full mounds of flesh, finding them utterly delectable. He moved his wet cock between them, still slick from her saliva and his own precum, squeezing her breasts together around his shaft as he squatted on the bed in a rather awkward position. He hissed as the warm flesh enveloped his cock, beginning to thrust between them as he told her, “Your tits feel so perfect against my cock. So warm and soft, such pretty pink nipples. Do like this, being fucked by three Slytherins? Having us use your body for pleasure the way it was designed, letting you use us. You’re face is flushed with desire, your hot little body sweaty and covered with saliva and our precum…it’s soon going to be covered in our release, dripping from these beautiful tits and your arse once Adrian finishes with you and Draco is going to drench that pretty little pussy with his come.”
“Oh God,” Hermione moaned as Marcus continued to use his voice and words to arouse her even more. His raunchy talk was exciting, distracting her from the finger Adrian was sliding into her arse. He added a second finger, stretching her, thrusting into her tightness to prepare her for him. She had a fantastic arse, actually she had a fantastic body. Womanly, soft curves and long legs, great breasts and a nice tummy and round hips and a delectable arse. He removed his fingers, offering them to Marcus, his lover opening his mouth and sucking them inside as he positioned his cock between her firm cheeks. She suddenly stiffened as she became aware of his actions.
“I’ve never,” she whispered as she felt him slowly pushing inside her.
“Relax, Kitten,” Adrian urged softly, feeling Draco stop his movements to let him penetrate her. “Good girl,” he slowly moved into her, groaning at the tight heat. Leaning forward, he caught her lips in a soft kiss as he pulled out and thrust in even further. He began to move, keeping his thrusts slow and gentle, not wanting to hurt the pretty little witch. If he did, Draco would hex him and the blond knew far too many unusual and terrifying hexes to take such a risk. Soon, they were both moving inside her, Draco pulling out as he pushed in. She was moaning wantonly, looking absolutely beautiful with her hair framing her sweaty face and her cheeks such a lovely shade of pink and her eyes glazed with desire.
Marcus felt his release approaching, grunting as he came on her breasts and chest, continuing to move until his cock was spent. He laid on the bed, a sated smile on his lips as his hand moved behind Adrian, two fingers thrusting into his lovers dry arse and sending him deeper into Hermione. As soon as he moved, Draco’s hand was in her curly hair, bringing her down for a kiss. He snorted as he watched those two kiss, having a feeling that he and Adrian would be attending a wedding some time in the future.
Adrian felt his release approaching, his muscles tightening around Marcus’ fingers as he pulled out of Hermione, stroking his cock as he came with a low moan, his seed spilling onto her back and arse. He saw the look on Draco’s face and knew he was close to orgasm, listening as Hermione cried out as she came again, her body arching back as she exploded. Cursing softly, Adrian scrambled off the bed, not believing they’d been so bloody stupid. He found his wand and quickly said the contraceptive charm, dropping his wand back on the pile of clothes before rejoining them on the bed. Laying on the other side of Draco, his eyes drifted over the two lovers as they moved together. An envious smile crossed his face as he felt the emotion between them, wondering how they’d gone so long without hooking up since it was obvious there was affection and attraction that definitely seemed reciprocated.
Draco arched into her as she came, her muscles milking his release as he whimpered against her lips. When he was spent, he moved his arms around her back, not wanting to let her go. It felt so right, being with her like this, and he didn‘t want to give it up. Finally, reluctantly, he released her lips. She sat up, her hand moving through her wild hair as she shyly looked at them.
“Wow,” she sighed, her body feeling sated but sore. She couldn’t believe what she had just done, shagging three guys at once and enjoying it! Her eyes caught Draco’s, surprised to see something lurking in the pale gray depths that caused her heart to beat faster. His hands were moving over her hips, gentle yet strong, possessive.
“You look thoroughly fucked, my dear,” Marcus grinned as he leaned back against the bed, his eyes moving over her. He winked as he informed her, “Once you do a Slytherin, you never go back. We‘re just that bloody amazing.”
“Is that a house motto?” Hermione arched a brow and laughed softly, thinking that it was definitely appropriate. She had never felt so alive and desirable before, Draco’s touch making her feel cherished and desired while Adrian and Marcus had made her feel wanted and needed.
“Perhaps I should suggest it next time I visit Hogwarts,” Marcus laughed, deciding that this girl was definitely a keeper.
“So, Kitten, was revenge sweet?” Adrian asked playfully, watching her blush and finding her even more delightful for being able to have sex with the three of them and still be so adorably cute.
“That’s an understatement,” she smiled shyly as she moved off Draco, feeling his grip tighten and watching his eyes narrow before he finally let her go. Getting to her feet, she moved to where her clothes were laying, her body protesting as she began to dress.
“So now what? You plan to run home to Weasel and let him know you finally shagged some real men, then what?” Draco asked as he sat up, his eyes watching her dress, pleased at the marks he had made on her hips and neck, knowing that she was marked by him for a while.
“Then I’m going to tell him to leave my flat and be happy with his groupies,” Hermione replied, having forgotten about Ron during the last hour or so.
“And you expect him to just leave?” Marcus snorted, “He’s a Weasley, love. Temper and no brain. I don’t fancy the idea of you confronting him alone.”
“I can take care of myself,” she informed him gently but forcefully, “but thank you for the concern. It’s my flat and he hasn’t ever paid anything towards it so I can ask him to leave.”
“I don’t like it,” Draco declared as he gracefully got out of bed. He found his robe and told her, “I’ll go with you.”
“Draco, I don’t need a bodyguard,” she was a bit annoyed but also touched by the obvious concern he was allowing her to witness. In all the years she had known him, he had rarely ever let his shields down or showed any real emotion at all. From the moment they’d kissed, he’d let go and let her in, no words needing to be spoken between them, his hands and his lips and his eyes telling her so much that had her confused and thoughtful and excited and rather happy.
“I’m going,” he dared her to refuse, unaware that he looked very much like a stubborn child that refused to let go of his favorite toy. Lips curved into a smug smile as he added, “And, after you finally dump Weasel, I plan to show you just how passionate and sexy you truly are, Hermione.”
“Oh,” the word was breathless, speaking volumes as she slowly walked towards him and leaned up, brushing her lips against his as her hand caressed his cheek. Pulling back, she smiled softly, “I’d like that, Draco.”
Marcus and Adrian watched them apparate away, sharing an amused look. Marcus shook his head, “That was so sickening sweet that I think I might be sick. And he calls himself a Slytherin.”
“Merlin, she’s a wild one,” Adrian smiled as he laid back on the bed and stretched, “they’ll have gorgeous kids.”
“They’ve not even begun dating and you’re all ready thinking about their kids,” Marcus laughed, “And I thought he was the romantic fool. Bloody hell, maybe it’s catching. Better not hit me, damn it.”
“You know you think it’s sweet, you big growly bear,” Adrian teased as he moved his hand over Marcus’ chest.
“Hmph,” Marcus glared, smirking as he said, “I only made it as far as their wedding, not picking out names for their precious little brats. You do realize we have this huge bed all to ourselves. Why are we sitting here talking about Malfoy and his witch when we could be shagging?”
“My dear Marcus,” Adrian moved to straddle the large wizard, brushing his lips against Marcus’ as he whispered, “that is a very good question,” kissing him as he felt his cock begin to stir again.
*the end*