Hermione looked around the flat and was not surprised to see that it was clean and organized, as well as being decorated to suit the occupants perfectly. The dominant colors were emerald green, black, and burgundy, the latter being a source of teasing from the brunette Gryffindor whenever she visited. The furnishings were beautiful antiques that were comfortable and lavish with a few more modern pieces spread around. Every time Hermione came to the apartment, which was most evenings, she intentionally looked for something out of place, one little thing not being where it should, but she had not been able to find anything during the last six months.
Draco Mafoy was anal as hell and tended to like order and probably had the phrase 'a place for everything and everything in its place' stitched on his pillows. Blaise Zabini was not as rigid in his surroundings, the raven-haired wizard far less uptight than his blond roommate, though he, too, liked to have things around him in some sort of order. Hermione's dorm room was as neat and organized as their flat, though, so she couldn't really tease them about keeping things tidy.
She went to the large bookcase that covered an entire wall, her favorite part of their flat, and began looking at the titles. She laughed softly as she again thought how strange it was that she was standing in Draco and Blaise's flat and browsing their library. A lot had happened in the last three years, that was for certain. After losing Sirius at the Battle at the Ministry, Harry had been even more determined to rid the world of Voldemort than ever. As sixth year began, they had been invited to a meeting of the Order and had been surprised to find Blaise Zabini in attendance, learning from Remus that the dark-haired Slytherin had been spying for the Order since fourth year, providing information that he overheard from his house mates.
It seemed that his family had wished to remain neutral but the wizard had gone to Dumbledore asking what he could do to help. It was honestly the first time she'd paid much attention to the quiet Slytherin, finding that he was not only brave but also very intelligent and observant and one of the most handsome men she'd ever seen. It was startling to realize someone that good-looking could fade into the background and be overlooked or ignored. She hadn't been able to ignore him after that, having the sudden awareness that he was beautiful and courageous and shared a majority of her classes. Yes, amongst the planning and training to face Voldemort, she'd developed a bit of a crush on the dark Sytherin.
Sixth year had only been in session for three months when they all had an even bigger shock when attending an Order meeting, finding Draco Malfoy, of all people, beside Blaise. Harry and Ron had not been happy about his presence, even after hearing that he had been providing vital information regarding Voldemort's whereabouts in exchange for leniency for his Father, Lucius Malfoy having been confined at Azkaban since the events at the Ministry the previous summer. She had found out later that Lucius had sent word to Narcissa informing her that he did not wish for Draco to become involved with the Deatheaters, having time alone in prison to think and reflect about his actions and their consequences. Since his release from Azkaban following the final battle, he still had a dislike for Muggles and Muggleborns, but honestly seemed to be trying to adapt, his wife helping him adjust to the changes in the Wizarding world. Personally, Hermione had not trusted Draco, but she did trust Dumbledore so she had grudgingly accepted Draco's help. In the end, it was his information that had given Harry and the Order enough time to launch a successful attack against Voldemort and the Deatheaters. Before school had ended sixth term, Voldemort was dead and Harry was finally able to relax.
When seventh year began, things changed. Ron was dating Luna and Harry was finally able to have fun, dating several different girls and just enjoying the fact that he did not have the threat of Voldemort on his shoulders. Hermione had been named Head Girl and given private quarters and a lot more responsibility, plus she was preparing for graduation and college and rather busy with her schoolwork. She and Ron and Harry were, even now, still the best of friends, the boys being the brothers she never had, but seventh year had seen them all with their own lives and activities.
Even with the changes in their lives as they had gotten older, they had made it a point to meet for breakfast three days a week and to spend Sunday afternoons together, just the three of them, so they did not drift apart or lose their friendships. Blaise had been named Head Boy, sharing her common room with her, the two of them working together quite often, not just due to Head duties but also because they were taking the same difficult elective classes. Draco had also been in these classes, being among the top five students at Hogwarts, and, since he was Blaise's best friend, he was almost always in their common room studying or playing chess with Blaise.
It was during seventh year that her crush on Draco began. Yes, Hermione Granger, top student at Hogwarts, had two crushes on two Slytherins that were rather different personalities. Their close proximity and the fact that they were extremely good-looking had not helped diminish the crush, if anything causing it to be even worse. She had survived seventh year without either of them finding out that she was half in love with them both or that they starred in her erotic dreams nearly every evening, and had thought she'd rarely see them after leaving Hogwarts.
She had chosen to attend a wizarding school in America, outside of the town New Orleans, wanting to get away from Britain for a time and explore life a little. Harry was working for the Ministry, accepted into the vigorous and time consuming auror training, and Ron had moved to Romania to begin an apprenticeship with Charlie, so she had nothing to keep her in England for her years at University. It was a quick trip home to see her parents when the inclination hit and she would also pop in to see Harry and Ron twice a month to catch up with one another and make sure their friendship survived adulthood. She didn't think there was any risk of them drifting apart, the three of them able to begin talking to each other as if they'd only been away from one another for a day or two instead of weeks.
When she had arrived at the University, the last thing she had expected to find in her first class were Blaise and Draco. It appeared that she had talked about her future school so often that they had both decided that it sounded like the perfect school for them and had sneakily enrolled without ever telling her. She's hit them both on the shoulder for being cunning Slytherins and surprising her with their appearance, but she'd also smiled because she was relieved to see familiar faces. Especially familiar handsome faces that belonged to two wizards she was infatuated with. Yes, the crush was still present, though crush wasn't exactly the proper term to describe how she felt for Blaise and Draco. It was now nearly spring, school had been going on for a little over six months, and the three of them were constantly together.
They studied together, went into Muggle New Orleans together, one of them or both were in all of her classes, they had even met up over the Holidays several times, a ball at Blaise's family estate outside Rome where she had been escorted by Blaise and Draco much to the envy of the other female guests, though Hermione knew it was only wishful thinking that either of the wizards would ever consider her more than a friend. She had drifted from being the 'sister' to Harry and Ron to being yet another 'friend and platonic' role with Blaise and Draco. It really was quite annoying, since it took all of her control to resist simply kissing them both and suggesting something wickedly naughty and involving lots of nakedness. There had been a holiday party at Malfoy Manor where Lucius and Narcissa had proved to be charming and very much in love, which had surprised Hermione who would have never imagined Lucius Malfoy being such a devoted and loving spouse.
The boys had also visited her at her family home, having a meal with her parents and then proceeding to cover her in snow during a snowball fight in her back yard. It had been during the holidays that she realized she had moved from crushing to actually being in love with them both. She had felt a bit lost being away from them, restless and melancholy when she was alone, not able to stop smiling when they were together. She was a bit skittish around them now and had been during the last two months. She couldn't let them find out how she felt, loving their company and even growing to appreciate Draco's rude arrogance and sarcasm and Blaise's mischievous nature and infectious love of life.
There were times that she thought they might know how she felt, that she'd catch Blaise watching her with an unreadable expression in his indigo eyes or find Draco looking at her with a slight smirk on his thin lips. So far, though, they either didn't know the extent of her feelings for them or didn't find it worth discussing with her since it obviously was not reciprocated. She had figured out that they were more than just friends during seventh year, when she had woken early and gone into Blaise’s room to ask to borrow his Potion notes, shocked to find him sleeping with Draco, the blond wizard’s arm around the raven-haired wizard, both looking unbelievably beautiful and erotic. She had told Blaise what she had seen once late night when they’d been talking and he’d seemed relieved that someone knew, telling her about Draco and his feelings for the blond and about their relationship.
She was a good listener and felt rather proud that they trusted her enough to be honest and let her in on their secret, even if it did make the fantasies she had even more naughty. She knew that the correct term for their sexuality was bi, because she knew they found women attractive. Actually, Blaise had told her once that he and Draco found each other attractive but neither had ever really noticed other men, their own relationship surprising but genuine. They weren’t affectionate in public and kept their relationship private, but she would catch them exchanging smiles or casually touching hands or giving one another a heated look that definitely affected her dreams with visions of hot and steamy naked wizards having sex while she watched or, more often than not, participated.
Luckily, if they had figured out she had feelings for them, they hadn’t confronted her. She was just thankful that they had not brought it up, knowing she'd be rather embarrassed and probably unable to face them again, which would mean she'd lose two of her best friends, something that did not appeal to her at all. It was Friday night and they had decided to stay in for the evening and watch Muggle movies. Blaise had a fondness for all things Muggle, not surprisingly finding a kindred spirit in Arthur Weasley, and he had somehow managed to get Draco to admit to enjoying Muggle movies, even if the blond spent most the time making fun of what they were watching.
Hermione wondered what was keeping them, knowing that Draco had mentioned changing into something more comfortable, a statement that had caused her mind to drift into a decidedly inappropriate and erotic vision that had caused her to not pay much attention to what they had said following that statement. She knew Blaise was in the kitchen, hearing the sound of him making something. He loved to cook, being very talented and skilled at the culinary arts, and would often make the most delicious meals that had caused her to gain a bit of weight. She removed a book on the History of Dragons and sat on the sofa to wait for the boys. She had not even read two pages when she heard whispering in the kitchen. Arching a brow, the brunette witch looked in that direction, having not realized that both Draco and Blaise were in there.
"Do you boys need any help?" she asked from the living room.
"Boys? Granger, you really must get those pretty brown eyes checked. I see no boys around here," Draco drawled as he entered the room and smirked at her, "Now if you had said handsome, talented, intelligent, shaggable men….."
"Conceited, arrogant, snotty," Hermione added with a smile.
"Hey now!" Blaise protested as he came in and sat next to her, his leg touching hers as he handed her a glass of soda, "I am not conceited or snotty, although I suppose I am a bit arrogant at times."
"Thank you for the compliments, Hermione, very sweet of you," Draco continued to smirk as he sat in a chair opposite her and Blaise, his gray eyes moving from one to the other, watching as Hermione continued to drink her soda, his smirk becoming decidedly wicked as he sat back in his chair.
“Only a Slytherin would consider being called arrogant and conceited a compliment,” Hermione laughed as she rolled her eyes and took a sip of her soda.
“Only a Slytherin would be honest enough to acknowledge and accept their own faults and turn them into strengths,” Blaise replied with a grin as he sat back against the sofa, his long fingers moving to play with an errant lock of Hermione’s hair.
“Hey, buddy! Gryffindors are honest, too!” Hermione defended her former house automatically.
“Some of them are,” Blaise acknowledged, his fingers moving from the curl to brush against her neck.
Hermione unconsciously moved her head to give him better access to her neck as she took another drink, her eyes finding Draco’s staring at her. She shifted on the sofa, becoming aware of the fact that Blaise was very close and drawing designs on her neck with his finger and Draco was staring at them as if he was hungry and they were dessert. She shook her head slightly, laughing softly as she realized she was imagining things. Still, the room was growing increasingly warm and her body was starting to slowly burn the more Blaise lazily teased her flesh. She took another drink of her cold drink, wishing she had a piece of ice to move over her heated flesh. She cleared her throat and gave them her best ‘no I’m not thinking about shagging you both into exhaustion’ smile and asked, “What’s the plan for tonight?”
“You need a refill,” Draco remarked as he gracefully got to his feet and took her glass before she could protest. His fingers touched the back of her hand, her eyes looking into his but not noticing anything unusual.
“We decided that we’re not really in the mood for Muggle movies,” Blaise told Hermione as his indigo eyes watched Draco leave the room before giving her a playful smile, “so we’re going to sit around and talk and see what else happens.”
“Here you go, Hermione,” Draco handed her the glass before sitting back down. He glanced at Blaise and arched a golden brow as he asked, “What did I miss?”
“Nothing,” Hermione answered, “Blaise just told me that we’re going to talk instead of watching a movie. What are we supposed to talk about? Anything specific or just chatting?”
“Hermione, Hermione, Hermione,” Blaise laughed, his eyes gleaming with amusement and something more as he looked at her, “you don’t always have to plan everything.”
“Tonight why don’t you just relax and let go of that annoying need to control everything,” Draco suggested dryly, though his gray eyes were affectionate as he looked at the pretty witch, his eyes lingering on the thick caramel colored hair that framed her lovely face. He watched Blaise move his fingers through the hair and felt a bit jealous of his best friend, having fought the impulse to run his fingers through her hair for years. However, if things went as planned, he’d have his opportunity later.
“Are you implying that I’m bossy, Malfoy?” Hermione asked the blond wizard.
“I don’t think he was implying anything, Hermione. In fact, I’m pretty positive he was stating a fact,” Blaise teased the brunette, deliberately moving his fingers against the back of her neck and waiting to see if she recoiled from his touch. He was thrilled when she made a soft noise that was close to a moan as she shifted to make her neck more attainable to him.
“Bastards,” Hermione muttered, unable to deny their comment because she knew she was a bit controlling, but the word bossy always sounded insulting.
“I have to admit,” Blaise leaned his head down and brushed his lips against her ear and whispered, “I kinda find it arousing.”
“Oh,“ Hermione gasped when she heard Blaise’s husky voice right in her ear, eyes widening as she realized what he had said. She laughed nervously, knowing that she had to have imagined that! She took a healthy gulp from her soda, wondering if she was suffering from some kind of illness that caused delirium.
“Everything okay, Hermione?” Draco drawled lazily, exchanging a knowing look with Blaise. The dark-haired wizard winked at him, the blond Slytherin shifting in his chair as he felt his body begin to grow excited now that it appeared their plan was going well and that she did want them nearly as badly as they wanted her. He and Blaise had been involved for years, their first sexual experience happening when they were thirteen and hadn’t been able to sleep one evening and decided to compare bodies.
It had been rather innocent at first, but when they’d both been naked and sitting on his bed, they’d looked into each other’s eyes and both had reached for what they wanted. By the time they were fifteen, the touching and sucking was no longer enough and they’d finally shagged. Neither of them was strictly interested in men, in fact, Blaise was the only other man that Draco had ever felt attracted to and from what he knew it was the same for his best friend and lover. He had had sex with a girl before, during sixth year, and he’d not disliked the experience, but it hadn’t meant anything because he hadn’t really cared all that much for her, and he‘d decided that sex with Blaise was much more enjoyable because he did love the other man.
It hadn’t mattered really because it wasn’t long after his experience with the seventh year Slytherin girl that he had begun to notice Granger as something other than the annoying Mudblood bitch that competed with him at practically everything, realizing that she was turning into an attractive woman with a gorgeous full figure and beautiful eyes. Of course, he couldn’t very well go up to her and make his interest known or even flirt with her because she didn’t trust him and would have certainly believed his intentions were less than honorable. During the summer, he had learned of Blaise’s feelings for Hermione, laying in bed with his lover and listening as the dark-haired wizard confessed to being infatuated with the bossy know-it-all and expressed his desire for the Gryffindor.
Draco had admitted to his own fascination with her and they’d shared a smile then laughed at the fact that two of the most confident and sexy, if they did say so themselves, wizards at Hogwarts were too scared to tell one opinionated witch how they felt. That last term at Hogwarts had given them the opportunity to befriend Hermione, to become part of her life and gain her trust and affection. But, honestly, it hadn’t been the time to make some sort of overture to the witch. Instead, their infatuation for the remarkable witch steadily increased until it felt remarkably like love. After graduation, he and Blaise decided to take action, enrolling at the same school as Hermione and hoping that she might be more willing to entertain the idea of having a relationship with both of them if she wasn’t surrounded by her friends and expectations of those around her.
He and Blaise knew that it was a bit odd to want to have a relationship that involved three people, but they enjoyed having sex and there was emotion involved, Blaise mumbling words of love when he was half asleep and nestled against Draco’s nude body, and Draco had muttered his own words a time or two during their six years as lovers. They both wanted Hermione to join them, neither feeling jealous because they were also involved, and they had spent hours discussing their future with the Gryffindor if she agreed to their proposition. It was finally time to stop putting it off, to make their intentions known and hope she was now in a position to accept them and their feelings and their own relationship without pushing them out of her life.
“You’re looking flushed, love,” Blaise observed, moving his fingers along the curve of her cheek, watching her lick her lip, his indigo eyes darkening as he watched the movement of her tongue.
“N-no, I’m fine,” Hermione stammered, flinching at how silly she sounded. She took another healthy drink and gave them a smile as she said, “I’m just thirsty.”
“Want more?” Draco asked with a wicked grin, his eyes moving over her in a leering way, wondering how anyone so smart could be so bloody oblivious.
“If this was alcohol, I’d swear you were trying to get me drunk, Draco!” Hermione laughed, her eyes gleaming with amusement, the smile fading as Draco gave her an intense look and spoke.
“Perhaps we’re attempting to seduce you, Hermione,” he arched a brow as he looked into her eyes, watching her face as she struggled to figure out if he was serious or merely teasing her.
“Yeah, well, I’m not drunk so I guess you better change your plans,” Hermione muttered as she avoided looking at Draco, his words sending a wave of awareness over her body that was all ready excited from Blaise playing with her hair and rubbing her neck. He had great hands, large with long fingers and smooth palms.
She glanced at him and saw that his eyes were on her face, his curly black hair tousled and framing his beautiful face. He had full lips and gorgeous eyes that were an unbelievable shade of indigo, looking violet or blue depending on his mood. He was opposite of Draco, dark hair and a golden complexion, taller than the blond and slender without the former Quidditch Captain’s muscular build. Blaise had curly black hair that brushed against the nape of his neck and was long enough on top that she always had the impulse to tangle the soft locks around her fingers. Draco was just a bit shorter, his pale blond hair falling to his shoulders, his eyes a beautiful shade of gray that became stormy and darker when he was excited or passionate and became cold slate when he was angry or truly annoyed.
“Hermione, we need to talk,” Blaise said softly, his full lips curving into an affectionate smile as he traced the curve of her cheek with his finger.
“I don’t feel so well,” Hermione muttered, her eyes looking at her glass of soda and then back at Blaise, “Was there something in my drink?”
“Why would you ask that?” Draco asked sharply, his eyes narrowing, “Do you really think we’d do something like that? Damn it, Hermione! We’re not silly children playing pranks. It’s just soda! If you don’t trust us anymore than that, maybe you should leave.”
“Draco, I didn’t mean,” Hermione faltered as she saw that he was sincerely angry. Stunned, she sat back and whispered, “*Are* you trying to seduce me?”
“And they said you were the smartest student at Hogwwarts last year,” Draco snorted, his eyes flashing with more emotion than she’d ever seen him display before as he looked at her, obviously still upset about her comment.
“I can’t believe this,” Hermione admitted, looking at Blaise, her confusion evident in her eyes. “Blaise, what’s happening?”
“Poor darling,” Blaise smiled fondly before he gave Draco a warning look, his eyes narrowing slightly at the impatient Slytherin before he looked back at Hermione and sighed, “This wasn’t how it was supposed to happen. We were supposed to charm you and seduce you, not scare you and upset you.”
“I’m not scared,” Hermione protested, running a hand through her thick hair as she decided, “This has to be a dream. Ouch!” she turned her head to glare at Draco who had snuck up and pinched her right arm.
“What?” he gave her an innocent look that was completely ruined by the smirk on his face, his anger having faded to be replaced by desire and love as he looked at the beautiful brunette. He winked at Blaise, letting his lover know that it was time to stop talking and starting acting.
“That hurt!” Hermione glared at him, moaning, “ohhhh…” when she felt warm lips against the pinch mark. Arousal flashed in her eyes as she saw Blaise kissing the mark, her nipples hardening as he ran his tongue over her flesh, his eyes looking into hers.
“See, it was Blaise’s idea for the whole seduction,” Draco smiled smugly, “but I said we should just snog you senseless until you were too delirious with passion and need to decline our proposition. Guess I was right. Knew you’d want to talk and ask silly questions, have to know it all, can’t just relax and let go and feel.”
“Proposition?” Hermione looked at Draco with curiosity in her eyes, realizing that they had obviously been planning this for some time, a smile crossing her lips as she found that she was very interested to hear what they had schemed and planned, liking the idea of seduction, especially if it meant both of these gorgeous guys naked and doing wickedly naughty things to her and each other.
“We want you to be ours,” Blaise said huskily, running his tongue along her arm, “we want you to live with us,” a nip at her wrist, “and share our bed,” a sexy grin, “and our lives,” another lick of her arm, his hand moving behind her neck to caress the sensitive spot behind her ear, “and love us as much as we love you.”
“You talk too much,” Draco rolled his eyes before he moved forward and moved his hand beneath Hermione’s chin, raising her head and winking at her before his lips crashed down on hers in a passionate and intense kiss that said everything he wasn’t comfortable verbalizing.
“Or you could simply take what you want,” Blaise drawled lazily, moving his right hand along Draco’s back as he leaned over and kissed Hermione’s neck.
“Whatever works,” Draco smiled smugly when the kiss ended, his eyes looking into Hermione’s as he grew serious, “So, Granger, what do you say?”
“Well, Malfoy, I think I may need to be properly seduced before I answer that question,” Hermione smiled slowly before turning her head and kissing Blaise, his kiss explorative and slow but just as passionate as Draco’s. Merlin, she’d been rather blind, hadn’t she? So caught up in insuring that they never figured out she wanted them and cared about them that she hadn’t noticed they felt the same way. She felt a hand on her breast and lips on her neck and all thought fled her mind as she did as Draco suggested, not thinking and just feeling.
“Bedroom,” Blaise moaned as the kiss ended, getting to his feet and lifting Hermione into his arms, kissing her again as he walked to the bedroom he shared with Draco.
Draco moved ahead of them, pulling the covers down and then removing his shirt, his gray eyes moving over his lover and future lover, his cock hardening even more as he watched them kiss. Blaise dropped her on the bed, the brunette witch giggling as she landed on the soft mattress. Her eyes moved over him and he felt as if he’d been burned, the blond moving to the bed and sitting beside her, kissing her as he pushed her against the bed, his hand moving along her soft curves as he laid down beside her.
Blaise wasted no time undressing, wanting to taste and touch Hermione in all the ways he’d imagined during the last four years. He had begun to wonder if it was just an elusive dream, having the two people he loved the most in his bed and his life, being able to touch and kiss his lovers whenever the impulse struck and to know that they were his and he was theirs. He honestly hadn’t been positive that his scheme would work, worried that Hermione would not agree to such a bizarre relationship, but he had to take the chance because he and Draco did love the brunette and he just knew that they could all make each other happy and that their relationship, albeit a bit twisted and unusual, would be full of love, pleasure, devotion, and ecstasy.
Blaise left his boxers on as he crawled up the bed, his hand moving along her leg, feeling eyes on him, smirking when gray and brown eyes looked at him. He leaned down and licked her leg, hearing her inhale at the sensation of his tongue against the back of her knee. He caught Draco’s eyes, glancing at her shirt and then back, winking at his lover before looking into Hermione’s eyes as he finally reached his destination. He laid on his stomach, giving her a lusty grin before his hands moved beneath her arse, hooking her right leg over his shoulder and moving her left leg to give him better access to the russet curls between her legs. With a smile, he ripped her panties from her, tossing them beside the bed, hearing her aroused moan at his actions. She was so wet, her juices glistening, her scent intoxicating. A blend of cinnamon and jasmine and a unique aroma that was entirely Hermione. He lowed his head, running his tongue along her wet lips, a teasing movement, meant to seduce more than satisfy.
Draco watched Blaise play with Hermione, a smile crossing his handsome face at his lover’s antics. While he found the image erotic, he had no intention of sitting idly by and not participating. He leaned on his right arm, using his left hand to begin unbuttoning her shirt. With each glimpse of flesh revealed, he leaned down and placed a kiss or a nibble or a lick on the warm skin. Finally, he was finished unbuttoning the shirt, opening it and baring her bra clad breasts to his hungry eyes. Deciding that he had been extremely patient, for him, by unbuttoning each button, he reached for his wand and simply said a spell that removed her shirt, bra and skirt, leaving her completely naked. His eyes darkened as he looked at her, loving her soft curves. He caught her nipple in his mouth, running his tongue over the hardened bud, delighted by the noises she made as he and Blaise tasted her and teased her body with their mouths and tongues.
Blaise licked her wet lips, avoiding making contact with her clit. She tasted so good, sweeter than Draco, not as salty, delicious. His left hand moved along the upper thigh of her left leg, his fingers drawing circles on her flesh and then scraping his fingernails along the design, not causing her pain but changing the sensation, his tongue finally moving into her, his nose brushing against her sensitive bundle of nerves. She cried out when he moved his face into her, feasting on her, licking and sucking and touching, his hand moving to join his mouth, teasingly sliding into her tight wet channel as his right hand caressed her arse. He moved his fingers closer to the tight bud between her cheeks, feeling her stiffen as he grazed it, realizing that it was too soon for that. He had expected that it would take some time before she was willing to take them both inside her, knowing that she was a virgin and it must be difficult enough for her first time to be with two men, even ones that loved and cherished her. Besides, it had hurt him to feel Draco thrusting into his arse so he knew it would cause her some pain and discomfort, Blaise wanting her first time to be as painless and enjoyable as possible.
Hermione couldn’t believe the feelings that were running throughout her body. She was more aroused than she had ever been, Blaise teasing and licking her wet cunt and Draco focusing his attention on her upper body, her breasts and neck and lips. They were both bloody gorgeous and sexy and, Merlin, they were hers! Finally coming out of her lust induced haze, she decided she wanted to do something more than just lay here and be the object of their desire, though that was definitely a position she planned on keeping for, oh, forever. Taking the initiative, she tangled her fingers in Draco’s hair, her voice thick with desire as she said, “Draco, I want to see you. I want to taste you.”
Draco looked up at her, his mouth covering her nipple, licking it a few more times before he released her breast and nodded, giving her a loving smile as he again reached for his wand and removed his clothes the lazy way, taking a second to remove Blaise’s boxers, watching his lover move his erection against the mattress as he continued to fuck Hermione with his face. Draco stroked his cock, not surprised to find it hard and ready, precum leaking from the tip. He kneeled at the head of the bed, beside the pillow where her head was resting. She turned her head and licked her lips and he nearly came just from the look of need and desire in her beautiful eyes. He looked at Blaise, catching his lover’s eyes, neither of them having discussed who would be her first.
He slowly smiled, nodding once, agreeing silently to let Blaise have the honor of taking her virginity. It was only fair since Blaise had wanted her longer than Draco. Besides, when she was ready, he’d take her other virginity, wanting to sink deep inside her luscious arse as she rode his lover. Groaning at that image, he pushed it to the side for now, knowing it was definitely not time for that yet. He moved closer to her, his fingers tangling in her soft hair, moving it across his cock, his eyes narrowing as he felt the soft curls wrap around his erection. He stroked himself with her hair for a few moments, deciding that he wanted to just lay on the bed some time and have her crawl over him and lick and suck his entire body as her hair brushed against his flesh.
Storing that fantasy away for later, he finally relented to the need in her eyes, her growling and angry glare arousing him further, and moved closer. He couldn’t stop the gasp that came as her mouth enveloped the head of his cock, her tongue licking every inch of his swollen flesh as she slowly began to move her head. She licked and sucked, only scraping him a few times with her teeth, something that he found rather arousing and not at all painful. His fingers brushed through her glorious hair as she sucked his cock.
Blaise finally turned his attention to her clit, sucking the sensitive bud into his mouth as he used three fingers to stretch her and prepare her for his cock. He was so hard he wasn’t sure how long he’d last once he was buried inside her, but he wanted her to come before he fucked her, wanted her riding the wave of an orgasm so the slight pain that might possibly follow his entry would be lessened. With his entire focus on making her come instead of teasing and playing with her, he began to move his fingers deeper, his tongue flicking against her clit, scraping his teeth just slightly against the sensitive flesh. She cried out as her body tensed, his name on her lips as she came, her juices spilling onto his hand as her muscles tightened. He looked up and caught her eyes, seeing that she was holding Draco’s erection, her lips red from blowing their lover. With a sexy smile, he moved gracefully from between her legs and kneeled, a thoughtful look entering his eyes as he asked huskily, “Would you prefer being on your knees? I’ve heard it’s less painful for your first time.”
“I want to see your face,” Hermione whispered, touched that he was concerned for her, smiling as she told him, “I know that the pain won’t last and will soon be replaced with intense pleasure. Besides, I trust you, Blaise. I know you and Draco won’t hurt me unless it’s unavoidable. I love you both.”
“Isn’t this touching,” Draco drawled sarcastically, his eyes loving as he blew Blaise a kiss, “Stop talking and start shagging.”
“Impatient bastard,” Blaise grinned, “we love you, too, Draco.”
“Yes, well, that isn’t surprising. After all, I am the smartest and best looking of the group,” Draco smirked, groaning softly when he felt a hand squeeze his erection.
“Play nicely, Draco,” Hermione warned in an amused voice, loving that they could be playful and affectionate even while making love.
“Merlin, I love it when you get bossy,” Draco muttered before moving to lean down and kiss her, reluctantly releasing her lips when he realized the position was very uncomfortable.
Blaise watched them kiss for a moment before his cock reminded him that he was aching for release. He moved Hermione’s legs around his waist and pulled her body closer, his cock brushing against her wet warmth. She moved down towards him when she felt him against her, a smile crossing his face as he rubbed his cock between her legs, getting it wet, stroking it and spreading his leaking precum along the thick shaft before slowly pushing inside her. Once the head was inside, he caught her eyes and said, “I love you,” before he thrust completely inside, groaning at the tightness, listening to her soft cry as she found herself stretching to accommodate him. He remained inside her until he felt begin to adjust, leaning forward and kissing her, tasting Draco on her lips, his blond lover’s fingers tangling in his hair and pulling his head back to share a kiss.
Hermione had always imagined that Blaise and Draco together would be sexy, but the reality was far more erotic than she’d ever thought. They were gorgeous, dark and light, the kiss passionate and needy. There hadn’t been much pain when Blaise thrust into her, thankfully, and now there was a warm feeling of arousal and desire consuming her body. She squeezed her muscles and moved slightly, wanting him to get the hint that he didn’t have to be gentle any longer and that she was ready for a good fuck.
Blaise broke the kiss with Draco and smiled at her, winking as he said, “Someone’s getting feisty,” before he pulled back and thrust into her. She moaned at the feeling of having him buried within her, her hand continuing to stroke Draco’s cock. She pulled on his erection, watching as he changed position, his cock by her head but his head now close to Blaise. She watched curiously, wondering what he was doing, eyes widening when his head moved against her stomach, his hair brushing against her leg and his tongue snaking out and teasing her clit.
Hermione took him into her mouth, wanting him to find release since he was doing such deliciously wicked things with his tongue and hair and hands and lips. She had never done this before but she’d heard stories from her friends and knew the basics from reading a book about sex when she was fifteen. She moved her head and sucked his cock, not able to get his entire length into her mouth but managing more than she would have imagined, using her tongue and caressing his balls with her hand.
Blaise was giving her the fuck she wanted, going deep and fast, but still teasing her with a slow withdrawal and grinding himself against her clit with each penetrating thrust. She heard Draco whimper and felt his body lurching forward, knew that he was about to come, prepared herself for his release. Unfortunately, the topic of whether one should spit or swallow had never been covered at Hogwarts so she was a bit at a loss, deciding finally to try swallowing to see if it was something she could do or even particularly enjoyed.
It didn’t take Draco long. He grunted as he came, his eyes rolling as his hand grabbed Blaise’s wrist, squeezing it as he felt his release spilling from his cock into Hermione’s mouth. His lover brushed his hair away from his perspiring, Malfoys did not sweat, face and brushed a kiss against his lips before focusing his indigo eyes on Hermione. Draco did the same, surprised to see that she was swallowing his seed, licking her lips and then licking his cock clean. Merlin, she looked gorgeous and properly ravished.
He laid his head on her stomach and simply looked at her, watching her face as Blaise began to move faster, his left hand playing with her wet clit and stroking Blaise every time the dark-haired wizard pulled out. He could heard the change in his lover’s breathing, knew it would not be long, sitting up suddenly and reaching for his wand. He muttered the words to the contraceptive charm, not believing they had almost forgotten that. Sure, he wanted children one day, wanted Hermione to be the mother of their children, but one day was somewhere in the future, several years down the road. That precaution taken care of, he resumed his earlier position, his tongue swiping her belly button as he continued to tease her clit and waited for Blaise and Hermione to come.
Blaise was near the end, he could feel the familiar tension and knew he was about to come. He ground against Hermione, feeling Draco’s fingers on her sensitive flesh. The brunette witch was looking at them with a loving and needy gleam in her coffee colored eyes, her hands caressing her breasts as she moved down against him. He looked into her eyes as he sunk deep, his fingers joining Draco’s, twisting her nub, rewarded by her soft cry as her back arched off the bed, her muscles tightening once again, his cock sinking deep inside her as he groaned softly, his seed spilling into her grasping cunt. Draco sat up and kissed him, his lover moving his hand between his legs and squeezing his balls as he came. Blaise stayed inside Hermione as he leaned forward and kissed her, waiting until their bodies stopped trembling from release before reluctantly withdrawing from her.
Hermione laughed softly as Draco laid on her right side and Blaise lounged on her left, both men snuggling against her, their bodies sweat soaked and the scent of sex in the air. She looked from one of her lovers to the other, noticing their smug smiles and loving looks, kissing them both gently before she smiled impishly, “Can we do it again?”
*the end*