Draco looked at the item Blaise handed him, his lips curling into a sneer as he asked, “What the fuck is this?”
“It’s called a squirt gun,” Blaise said excitedly, “It’s this Muggle toy that I discovered when I was visiting my nephews last month. They owled them to me this morning as a prezzie.”
“You and your odd fondness for Muggle things,” Draco muttered, holding the toy with two fingers and staring at it skeptically, “What does it do?”
“It’s fun,” Blaise assured the cynical blond. “Trust me.”
“You know, Zabini, when someone tells me to trust them that usually makes me even more suspicious,” Draco smirked at the raven haired wizard as he examined the toy.
“Could someone help me please?” Hermione glared at the two wizards as she struggled with the door and the tray she was carrying. Blaise quickly made his way across the patio, taking the tray from her and smiling pleasantly.
“Is there enough food here?” he arched a raven brow as he surveyed the tray. It was nearly noon, but it was Sunday and they had slept in so they were having a late breakfast.
“With the way you and Draco eat? Probably not,” Hermione laughed as she moved to the table by the pool. She ruffled Draco’s hair, earning her a glare from the blond wizard.
“Do not touch the hair,” he loftily informed her, his fingers moving through the soft locks to insure that they were not sticking up. “Some of us may enjoy having hair that resembles a bird’s nest,” there was a pointed look at her unruly curls, “but I do not.”
“I like birds,” Blaise mused as he put the tray down and sat beside his two lovers. They looked at him and he smiled, “What? I think they’re interesting little creatures. I love to fly but I’m stuck having to use a broom while they glide through the air with nary a stick under their bum. And let me just say that sitting on a broom is *not* comfortable.”
“Thought you liked having things stuck up your arse, Zabini,” Draco smirked as the black haired wizard tossed a croissant at him, catching it easily and deliberately running his tongue over the pastry before taking a bite.
“That was crass, Draco,” Hermione informed him with a snicker, looking apologetically at Blaise who was glaring at them both, “Sorry, honey, but it was rather amusing.”
“Bugger off, both of you!” Blaise crossed his arms in front of his chest and sulked, not looking at either of them. While he did find Draco’s comment somewhat entertaining, he liked to play with his lovers and have them seek forgiveness. They had been together since two years following Graduation from Hogwarts, their relationship surprising most that knew them. It was well known how argumentative Draco and Hermione were so their relationship following the War had caused many astonished whispers except from those that knew them well and recognized the animosity throughout the years as passion and desire.
As for him, he’d happened to work with Hermione during the War, that really being the first time either of them had noticed one another. He had developed a bit of an infatuation that Draco had noticed, the blond being the closest thing to a friend that Blaise had during school. He had been shocked when the two had approached him with an offer to join them. Since then, he and Draco had also become lovers, their relationship developing and surprising them both because neither of them particularly fancied men yet they loved each other and enjoyed shagging one another, though Hermione was always there watching or tasting or touching.
There were times he got a bit jealous of Draco and Hermione, knowing that he was fortunate that they loved each other enough to not feel threatened by having him join them but also knowing that they’d be relatively happy if it was just the two of them. It was silly, he knew, because he had no doubts that they loved him and enjoyed having him in their relationship, but he couldn’t help feeling a bit left out some times. Of course, he knew that Draco had similar jealousy and even Hermione would sometimes watch him and Draco with a look of envy. It was just one of the few minor drawbacks to having such an unusual relationship, one that they had accepted. But that didn’t mean he didn’t still enjoy having them try to ‘make it up’ to him when they started arguing and excluded him or when he had opportunities such as this.
“Look at the Slytherin drama queen,” Draco quipped, his lips curved into an amused smile, “guess Pansy is going to have give you that title after all.”
Blaise looked at Draco from the corner of his eye, noticing Hermione covering her smile as she intelligently decided to stay out of this discussion. With a narrowing of his dark blue eyes, he picked up the squirt gun and shot Draco right in the face. He laughed as the water dripped down the blond wizard’s sharp nose and past the thin lips that were curved into a none too happy sneer.
“You bastard,” Draco seethed as he wiped the water off his face, thankful that he was not wearing a shirt since it would have been soaked from that horrid Muggle toy. He picked up the squirt gun and frowned at it, not quite sure how it worked. He wasn’t about to ask Blaise, though, preparing to soak the grinning wizard with this stupid Muggle device. If he couldn’t figure it out, he’d just cheat and use his wand to accio a bucket of water. But, damn it, he wanted to use the silly gun!
“You look good wet, Draco,” Hermione managed to say between the giggles, trying to keep her face straight but not succeeding at all. She winked at Blaise, who was smirking and rather pleased with himself, both of them watching Draco attempt to figure out how to use the Muggle toy to extract his revenge.
“It is not funny,” Draco informed her snottily, his finger moving over the gun and trying to figure out how Blaise had made the water squirt from it. With an exclamation of triumph, he pushed the trigger, watching as the water shot out. His gray eyes following the path of water all the way to where it soaked Hermione completely. Looking suddenly like a boy caught being naughty instead of the nearly thirty year-old wizard that he was, he quickly tossed the squirt gun at Blaise and gave her his most innocent smile. “Blaise did it!”
“You just squirt me,” Hermione stared at him, her eyes narrowing at both of her lovers as they snorted at her comment, which their perverted minds had, of course, taken to mean something entirely different.
“Not yet, love, but I will gladly do so if you want,” Draco flirted outrageously, hoping that she would be so overwhelmed with his good looks and charm that she’d forget he had just soaked her completely with that silly Muggle device. Her white shirt was drenched, making the material see through, and he could see the outline of her breasts and the rosy darkness of her nipples beneath the fabric. His cock began to harden as he blatantly ogled his lover, his voice husky as he repeated her words, “You look good wet.”
“Oh no you don’t, Draco Malfoy,” she chastised, giving him a perfected glare that had just a hint of love and amusement but still let him know she was irritated. “I’m soaking wet because of you!”
“Hermione, love,” Blaise was flat out laughing now, his black hair falling across his forehead and eyes as he snickered, “maybe you should think before you speak. He makes you wet?”
“I told you that I was a sexy beast,” Draco sat back in his chair with a smug smile on his lips. The smile slipped as his chair suddenly tilted backwards, his arms flailing as he toppled onto the patio. He cursed, “Bloody hell, that hurt!”
“Serves you right,” Hermione gloated as she made sure that he saw her foot on the leg of his chair. “Sexy beast my arse! More like arrogant spoiled brat.”
“Children, behave,” Blaise scolded playfully, earning him two glares as they looked pointedly at the water guns resting in front of him, letting him know they both remembered that he had, indeed, started it.
“All I did was squirt you with that blasted Muggle toy,” Draco muttered as he stood up, his hand rubbing his arse that had hit the patio through the thin fabric of the chair. With a horrified look on his face, he gaped, “I’m going to bruise!”
“No you’re not,” Hermione rolled her eyes, “talk about drama queen. Was that like a prerequisite for Slytherin? You have to be arrogant and prone to acts of random drama before being sorted into that House?”
“Yes, well, Gryffindors had to be annoying and troublesome. And you have bad hair!” Draco sputtered immaturely.
“Now he’s done it,” Blaise sighed as he shook his head, his lips curled into a large grin as he watched Hermione’s eyes narrow at their pouting blond lover.
“What did you say?” Hermione asked slowly, her narrowed brown eyes focusing on the twenty-nine year old wizard who was shifting nervously and avoiding looking at her. She would have smiled at his behavior because it was honestly too cute to see Draco Malfoy, known cold and reserved wizard, acting so childish and silly. She loved that he was able to relax with her and Blaise, that he could forget his responsibilities as the head of the Malfoy family and their vast array of holdings and that he could just be the sexy and fun man she had fallen in love with nearly a decade ago. But, he deserved to pay for soaking her with that water pistol and then making fun of her hair.
“You heard me,” he said sullenly, his eyes meeting hers as he smirked bravely, “You have bad hair. It’s bushy and long and curly and I don’t care if I enjoy feeling it brush against my naked flesh or that I love to tangle my fingers in it when we’re making love or that I love the way it suits you by being as unruly and wild as you are. It‘s chaotic, so there.”
“That’s it. I challenge you to a duel, Malfoy!” she said primly as she stood up from the table and removed her wand from her pocket. “No one insults my hair and gets away with it, you insufferable prat.”
“Fine, I accept, you prissy annoying witch,” Draco’s eyes narrowed as he moved to face her.
“So much for a quiet breakfast,” Blaise mumbled as he rolled his eyes, laughing softly as they moved into position.
“Wait,” Hermione smiled slowly. “I can’t concentrate when my shirt is so wet.” The brunette seductively removed her T-shirt, making sure to tease her lovers as she pulled it over her head. She was thankful that they had no nearby neighbors since she was now standing in the backyard wearing only her brief scrap of silk panties.
“You’re evil,” Draco affectionately told her, pride in his eyes as she posed sexily, her full breasts begging him to forget the duel and simply go forward and attach his lips to her hard nipples.
“Who? Me?” Hermione fluttered her eyelashes innocently as she moved her wand between her breasts and down her not as flat as she’d like tummy until she reached the edge of her panties. She then raised her arm and pointed the wand at Draco and smirked, “Are you ready for me, darling?”
Draco ran his tongue over his bottom lip as his eyes moved hungrily over her nearly nude form. Merlin, she was gorgeous. All soft curves and long legs, he felt foolish for never recognizing her natural beauty back at Hogwarts. It had taken leaving school and being away from her for nearly half a year before he had looked at her with fresh eyes, realizing that he admired the very things that galled him: her intelligence, her bossiness, her loyalty, her devotion, her bravery, her passion. Even as he resisted the urge to hex her, he had more and more frequently had to resist the urge to snog her senseless.
Finally, one night, he hadn’t resisted. He’d crossed the room and pulled her against him and claimed her mouth. After a moment of struggle, her fingers had been tangled in his hair and she’d been kissing him back. He hadn’t let her go since. True, they allowed Blaise into their relationship, but the raven-haired wizard wasn’t a threat and Draco only felt jealous occasionally, usually when the two would begin rambling on about some Muggle thing he was unfamiliar with. It didn’t hurt that Blaise was also rather attractive with his thick black hair and olive skin and those amazing indigo eyes, though the dark Slytherin was far too tall and skinny to be considered as handsome as he.
Hermione watched Draco lick his lips, her knickers getting wet from the hungry look in his eyes. His hand moved down his chest, scratching his flat stomach, his body stretching in a way that brought to mind a sleek jungle cat, his predatory gaze on her causing her to feel like his prey. God, she loved this man. Only Draco could go from sullen immature brat to seductive sexy man in such a short time. He smiled then, a smug smile that she was used to after so many years, letting her know that he was entirely aware that she was eating him alive with her eyes and that he found her desire for him arousing. She could make out his erection pressing against the material of his trousers, watching his move down to adjust it before he raised his arm into position.
“I’m ready, love,” he purred, before innocently asking, “What’s that sticking to your foot?“
She looked down and nearly got hit with a stunning curse, glaring at him for cheating, though she should have expected such behavior from a Slytherin. Her eyes narrowed and she sent a curse at him. The duel was on.
Draco moved to the right to avoid the conjunctivitis curse she sent at him, surprised she was using such strong spells. “Little girl wants to play,” he frowned as he saw the determined gleam in her eyes. “Furnunculus!”
Hermione ducked to avoid the spell, raising her wand but not quick enough.
Draco smirked as he said, “Accio knickers!”
Hermione’s eyes widened as her panties ripped from her body and flew through the air to Draco’s waiting hand. Her lips curved into a wicked smile as she said, “Accio trousers.”
“Bloody hell,” Draco cursed as the material ripped, causing a stinging on his legs. “You could have warned me a bit, love.”
“Stings, doesn’t it?” she asked sweetly.
“Enough,” Blaise laughed as he gracefully stood from the table and moved towards them. “Call it a tie. You’re both naked and I’m aroused, damn it!”
Draco and Hermione exchanged a contemplative glance and winked before they both pointed their wands at Blaise and said, “Accio trousers.”
“Do it again,” Blaise growled playfully, moving forward and pulling Hermione against his now naked body. His lips caught hers as his hand moved down her arm and took hold of her wand. He handed it to Draco, who put it with his on the table before moving behind the brunette witch.
“Fighting with you always makes me so hard,” Draco whispered against Hermione’s ear, moving his erection against her bum as he kissed the sensitive flesh behind her ear.
Hermione moved her hand down Blaise’s chest, her fingers drawing circles on his lower abdomen where she knew he was a bit ticklish. She could feel the faint trail of hair that led to his cock, following the path until she was holding his erection. He moaned into her mouth as she began to stroke him, his lips moving against her cheek before he caught Draco’s lips with his. The two wizards kissing over her shoulder as Draco’s fingers brushed along her stomach before delving into the wetness between her thighs. She loved to watch them kiss, loved to watch them taste each other, love to watch them shag. She wondered if that made her weird, to enjoy the vision of the two men she loved having sex, but she had gotten over any doubts years before, fully embracing that wicked side of her that allowed her to enjoy having a relationship with two men.
Draco licked Blaise’s full lips, nibbling on the bottom lip before releasing his lover’s mouth and kissing Hermione. The kiss was full of passion and desire and need and love, consuming them both as they fought for dominance. The blond wizard kept kissing her as he slowly moved them back, only releasing her lips when he sat down in one of the large patio chairs. He licked the curve of her arse, looking up at her through pale lashes as he kissed and caressed the cheeks of her bottom.
She smiled at him before moving her head to kiss Blaise again, the raven-haired wizard’s fingers having joined his thrusting in and out of her soaking pussy. Draco moved his tongue between the cheeks of her arse, feeling her tense as she always did whenever one of them played with her arse. He nibbled her flesh, his tongue lapping at her clenched rosebud gently, waiting for her to relax, slowing easing his tongue into her.
Blaise moved his mouth from hers, the tall wizard kneeling on the patio before her. He brushed away the pebbles and got into a comfortable position, with his bum against his heels, before his head swiftly moved forward and buried itself between her legs. He loved tasting her, happily spending hours lapping at her juices. She was moaning, barely able to stand as he lapped at her pussy and Draco licked her ass, her head back as she looked at the sky above. Blaise moved his hand between Draco’s legs, stroking the blond’s long shaft, his thumb brushing the precum over his length as he got him ready for Hermione.
They loved to penetrate their witch at the same time, the brunette enjoying the feel of them inside her. His cock was thicker than Draco’s and thus more uncomfortable for Hermione when they were both inside her, though there were times that he and Draco would switch positions at her insistence, the Gryffindor knowing that he had a particular fondness for her tight arse. Draco’s hand soon covered his, stopping his actions. The dark Slytherin lifted his face from her pussy, his tongue licking his lips as he looked up at her. She was staring at him, her eyes dark with desire and need, the juices dripping down her thighs.
Draco removed his fingers from her ass, sucking on them as he stroked his cock, holding it as Blaise stood and moved her back against him. Hermione began to sit in his lap, groaning as his shaft slowly eased into her tight rosebud. He bit his lip as he felt her envelope him, the witch finally stopping her descent when the majority of his erection was buried in her bum. He pulled her against him, her back resting on his chest, her head on his shoulder. Draco positioned her legs on either side of his own, spreading her wide for Blaise, his fingers moving into her wet pussy and his thumb brushing her clit and causing her to tighten her arse around him.
Blaise watched them with desire laden eyes, their dark depths watching his lovers’ faces before looking at Draco’s slim fingers moving inside their girl, his large hand stroking his cock. Finally, he moved forward, straddling Draco’s legs and positioning his cock at Hermione’s entrance. With a grunt, he sheathed himself inside her, causing her to arch between them and cry out at the sensation of being so full, her nails digging in his back deep enough to draw blood. His hands moved to her waist, raising her and lowering her onto Draco’s erection as he thrust into her, his legs rubbing against Draco’s on each thrust.
Soon, they began a rhythm. Draco kissed Hermione’s back and neck, his hands caressing her full breasts and twisting her hard nipples as he slowly thrust into her ass. It was so tight, he knew he wouldn’t last long, he never did when he took her this way. She turned her head and kissed him, their tongues lovingly stroking one another as Blaise kissed her neck. Draco felt the tension building when she tightened her muscles around him, his lips moving from hers as he groaned softly, arching up and penetrating her deeply as he came. She cried out softly as he stretched her, her head falling forward onto Blaise’s shoulder as she began to move against the raven-haired wizard more quickly, her own release approaching.
Hermione was relieved when Draco pulled his spent cock from her ass, his fingers gently caressing her sore bum as Blaise thrust into her, sending her back against Draco with each push. She was moaning softly, both of her boys loving when she got loud and vocal, allowing her the freedom to be as loud as she wanted without feeling awkward or ashamed. They loved how passionate she was, often telling her that she was sexy and wild and that they were the luckiest bastards in the world for having her love. Hermione came with a whimper, her teeth biting into Blaise’s golden skin as she tightened then convulsed around him. The raven-haired wizard didn’t last much longer, entering her three more times before he came, his seed spilling into her.
The brunette witch fell back against Draco, her lips finding his as they shared a loving kiss, his hands gently moving over her sweaty body as she gasped for breath and calmed down. Blaise moved out of her, running his hand through his thick black hair and smiling a very sated smile as he moved a chair closer to them and sat down. He sighed happily as he stretched, the sun’s rays causing him to look even more golden than normal, his body covered in a sheen of sweat, his face still glistening with her juices, and his release dripping on his thighs.
“I’m starving,” Hermione declared as she snuggled against Draco, his arm around her waist as his lips kissing her shoulder. She raised her arm and made a grabbing motion towards the tray of breakfast items before batting her eye lashes at Blaise, “Honey, can you hand me something to eat? I’m too tired to move.”
“What do you say?” he teased as he leaned forward and picked up the tray and his wand, “accio table,” he said as he summoned a small table to place the tray upon within reach of him and his lovers.
“Please?” Hermione smiled as she watched him, loving the graceful way he moved. He wasn’t muscular like Draco, but he had a nice body and great arms.
“And you call me spoiled,” Draco muttered playfully as Blaise handed Hermione a pastry. He arched a brow at his lover, “What about me?”
“Get it yourself, you lazy sod,” Blaise grinned as he sat back down, his foot moving to rest on the edge of their chair.
“Hmph,” Draco snorted as he moved forward and got something to eat, “Get ready to beg the next time you want me to fuck you, Zabini. Lazy sod, indeed.”
Hermione laughed as she nibbled on her croissant, listening to them bickering as they ate. She had little doubt that the two would be having a squirt gun fight before breakfast was finished, amusement in her eyes as she imagined what people would say if the saw quiet and aloof Blaise Zabini having water pistol fights in the backyard with the cold and reserved Draco Malfoy. She squeezed Blaise’s foot and winked at him before kissing Draco’s cheek, enjoying the sunlight on her naked and spent body as she enjoyed breakfast with her boys.
*the end*