“Quit sulking. It is quite unbecoming.”
“You think I look sexy when I sulk,” Blaise reminded his girlfriend of six years, deliberately thrusting out his full lower lip and giving her a seductive leer.
“I do wish I’d never admitted that,” Hermione rolled her eyes before smacking his arm, “Blaise, stop that! You look ridiculous. Besides, you‘re just trying to distract me in hopes that I‘ll decide we don‘t have to attend this year.”
“Drats, foiled again,” he snapped his fingers and shook his head, “just my luck, trying to pull those sneaky Slytherin scams on my girl.”
“Woman,” she corrected with a slight smirk, “now quit whining and come on.”
“It hot as Hades outside and you’re eager to spend the day sweating and smiling politely at a lot of people you don’t even like,” Blaise shook his head, his lips curving into an adoring smile, “and you call me the crazy one!”
Hermione just laughed as they left their flat and headed to the garage. They had considered simply apparating to Hogsmeade and walking to Hogwarts where the Annual Alumni Picnic was held, a tradition that had started five years ago with the defeat of Voldemort, but Blaise loved driving the Muggle car he had bought several years ago so they decided to make a day of it and drive up to Hogsmeade.
It was now early morning, the picnic lasting all day and starting at noon so they had to leave early. Blaise had been hoping she’d decide to just stay in with him all weekend, but she enjoyed the opportunity of catching up with her old friends and had forced him to attend. He always whined about attending, not a very sociable wizard at all, but he’d have fun once they got there. He always did.
The drive to Hogsmeade was pleasant. They’d listened to some Muggle music and spent the hours talking. Even after being together since seventh year, they still loved to talk and enjoyed one another’s company, the time passing quickly. They arrived shortly after noon, the brunette witch smiling as she waved to various friends, searching the growing crowd for Harry and Ron, knowing that they would have secured the best spot for their blankets.
“The morons are over there,” Blaise pointed out helpfully, laughing when she glared at him. “Come on, love. Even you have to admit that Potter and Weasley are not that bright.”
“Don’t give me that cute smile, Blaise Zabini,” Hermione warned, her lips curving into a smile as she shook her head, “just don’t insult them to their faces, okay?”
“I highly doubt they’d understand me, anyway,” Blaise smiled smugly as his arm went around her waist, his hand resting possessively on her hip. It was a well known fact that he and Hermione were together and had been since their last year at Hogwarts, but he liked to make sure no daring wizards decided to attempt to flirt with his girlfriend. Besides, he liked holding her and knowing that she had chosen him out of all the contenders for her heart. She would deny that any boys had been after her, believing that she was just a plain old witch and nothing special, but he knew about a dozen wizards that had envied him greatly when she’d chosen to be his.
“Hermione! Zabini,” Harry nodded at the dark Slytherin before engulfing Hermione in a hug and spinning her around before handing her off to Ron who hugged and spun her before Neville took her. The process repeated as she was hug and spun around by Seamus, Dean, Fred, George, Greg, Vince, and Millicent, the latter doing so and laughing.
“I’d spin you around too, Mione, but I don’t think I’m that strong,” Ginny teased as she looked at the taller witch, moving to hug her and whispering, “Your man just gets more delicious every time I see him, you lucky wench!”
“Keep your hands to yourself but feel free to ogle,” Hermione smirked at the younger redhead before waving, “Hi Pansy, Lavender, Luna, Padma. Where’s Parvati?”
“She and Ernie aren’t getting here until later,” Padma told the brunette witch as she leaned against Dean.
“Don’t you look pretty today, Hermione,” Pansy smiled as she looked at the sundress Hermione was wearing that showed off her long legs and bare shoulders. “Blaise, doesn’t your girlfriend look pretty?”
“You’re scaring me, Parkinson,” Blaise arched a brow as he looked at his former Housemate. “Quit ogling my girlfriend.”
“Blaise!” Hermione smacked his arm, looking at Pansy as she said, “Forgive him. He’s being a bit of a brat today.”
“Hermione, dear, I *was* ogling you,” Pansy winked, laughing as the former Head Girl blushed.
“I am not a brat,” Blaise informed Hermione dryly, his indigo eyes flashing with amusement as he laid out their blanket.
“Is Malfoy coming this year?” Greg asked his wife, nudging her with his foot as she shrugged.
“I suppose so,” Pansy remarked, “I somehow doubt he’ll stay away even if he does spend the entire day glaring and bitching.”
“He’ll be here,” Blaise exchanged a look with Pansy and Greg before glancing at Hermione who was chatting with Ginny and Harry. “Malfoy won’t be able to resist the chance.”
“Chance at what?” Hermione turned to look at him, surprised to see the look of resignation in his eyes instead of the earlier amusement.
“Chance of making fun of us all,” Greg said smoothly, fully aware of Draco’s feelings for Hermione, just as the rest of his Housemates were, even if the brunette witch was oblivious. It had been a source of many glares and insults and arguments between Draco and the normally quiet Blaise once the raven haired wizard had started dating the pretty Gryffindor. He and Vince had suspected Draco of having a crush on the know-it-all for years, though they’d never dares suggest that Malfoy would actually like a Muggleborn, but that suspicion had been confirmed with the temper tantrum that Draco had thrown following Blaise’s first date with Hermione.
The normally cold and arrogant blond had found everything he could to use in arguments with Blaise, hexing the wizard he called friend and glowering like a spoiled brat. He’d never admitted his jealousy, but they all knew what was motivating him to act like such a bastard. Over the years since graduation, Draco never missed an opportunity to come skulking around to fight with Hermione, seeming to delight in getting her annoyed and angry with him. The Slytherins had all been waiting for a time when the blond did something stupid, like snog her in front of everyone, and Greg knew they’d all help Blaise hex the whiny bastard for touching Hermione without permission.
“He’s such an annoying prat,” Hermione shook her head, her feelings for Draco Malfoy confusing and maddening. There were times that he could be decent, was a good conversationalist and actually was a pleasure to be around then. Most the time, however, he was an arrogant, argumentative arse who delighted in ruining everyone’s day.
They’d been Heads together during Seventh year and had become somewhat friends, but he’d never stopped constantly picking at her and patronizing her. Even now, they tended to revert to immature children when they were together, bickering and arguing like first years. He was the opposite of Blaise in many ways, maybe that was why he rubbed her wrong way. A traitorous part of her mind reminded her how sexy he was, despite being an arse, and the idea of him rubbing her any way caused her body to heat up just a bit. She loved Blaise and was totally in love with her boyfriend and, to make herself even more of a pervy hag, her fantasies about Draco always involved her lover, too.
“Can’t stop thinking about me, can you, Granger?”
Hermione bristled and turned her head, an eyebrow arching as she coolly replied, “I do believe you’ve fallen off your broom too many times, Malfoy. It’s affected what little brain the years of Pureblood inbreeding have left you with.”
“Which would still be more than those silly Muggles would have passed on to you,” he quipped with a slight smirk as he moved to sit on the blanket beside Blaise and Hermione, laying across it as though it were his own.
“It’s so nice to see you, Malfoy,” Blaise remarked as he looked at the blond wizard he called friend. He knew his best friend wanted Hermione, had known without a doubt after their row following his courtship of the brunette witch. Strangely enough, he wasn’t jealous. He knew Hermione loved him and had no doubts of her feelings for him. He also knew that she found Draco attractive, which was understandable. His former lover, if you could call their casual sexual relationship in their youth being lovers, was a handsome man. Pale blond hair that fell to his neck, cold gray eyes that were nearly silver, sharp features that looked distinguished and spoke of years of aristocracy, an average height and slender with a panther’s grace and muscular arms and chest. Yes, Draco was good-looking. He was also a right conceited bastard that spent the majority of his time being sarcastic and offensive and unhappy.
“Really, Blaise, you shouldn’t lie like that,” Pansy laughed, giving her former boyfriend a warm smile as she said, “Do glare at someone else, Draco darling. It has no affect on me whatsoever.”
“Only Malfoy could make surly bastard look good,” Lavender observed with a soft sigh, her eyes moving over the handsome blond before grinning at the girls beside her, “And I just said that out loud, didn’t I?”
“I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that,” Vince informed his fiancé, rolling his eyes as he muttered, “Women.”
“You’ve got that right,” Ron groaned, earning him a smile from his wife.
“I personally find that I am partial to redheads,” Luna said sweetly, winking as she added, “Ginny is quite an attractive witch.”
“Is it my turn to be saying ‘don’t ogle my wife’?” Neville asked with a laugh.
“Granger, you really should think about wearing a robe,” Draco drawled, ignoring everyone but the brunette witch and her lover.
“Why is that, Malfoy?” Hermione hissed, her hand moving to find her wand in case she had to hex the bastard.
His voice lowered and he purred, “All that skin is bloody distracting.”
“Anyone up for a game of Qudditch?” Harry asked suddenly, noticing the tension between Blaise, Hermione, and Malfoy. It wasn’t anything new but it did seem worse today. Perhaps it had finally reached the boiling point, he mused, wondering if Hermione would finally realize just why Draco was always so rude to her. He didn’t know how Blaise could stand it, knowing his best friend was lusting after his girl like that. If it had been him, he’d have all ready had a duel and threatened the bloke.
Blaise watched Draco stand and deign to join the others in a game, the blond wizard staring intently at him and Hermione before finally walking to the pitch. He hated the game so he remained on the blanket with Hermione and the others that weren’t interested in playing. Drafting other former students, they soon had enough people to play a real game and were off. Hermione leaned against him, her body tense as she glared at the sky. He moved his hand along her stomach, his lips on her neck as they watched the game. He rolled his eyes when Draco removed his shirt, deliberately posing for anyone watching.
“Look at that arrogant bastard,” Hermione muttered, her eyes moving over Draco’s half nude form. She didn’t understand what game he was playing but she knew she didn’t like it. Rude Draco, she could handle. Flirting and sarcastic Draco confused the hell out of her. She sneered, “Who does he think is? Coming around and insulting everyone like he’s some bloody God.”
“He’s jealous,” Blaise observed softly, “he’s a bitter, lonely, unhappy little boy that wants everyone around him to be as miserable and unloved as he is because he doesn‘t know how to be happy.”
“Well, he’s infuriating!” Hermione declared as she contemplated Blaise’s words, wondering if that was why Draco was also so cynical and resentful of everyone around him. Thoughts of Draco fled her mind as Blaise moved against her. She nibbled on her lip as Blaise’s hand moved north, brushing against the swell of her breast. She glanced at him out of the corner of her eyes, seeing that he was watching the game, his lips curved into a mischievous smile. She cleared her throat, whispering, “Blaise, what are you doing?”
“Distracting you from the vision of Malfoy’s pale white skin?” he mused thoughtfully, “Touching the woman I love because no one is watching and I can get away with it? Playing with you so you’ll decide to leave this picnic early and go home and spend the rest of the weekend shagging?”
“I’d rather look at your naked skin than Malfoy’s any day,” she said sincerely, brushing her lips against his. The kiss deepened and his hand squeezed her breast, her knickers growing wet as his tongue tasted her mouth.
“If you can remove your tongue from Miss. Granger’s throat, Zabini, Minerva needs assistance with the food,” a dry voice spoke from behind them.
Their kissed ended and they turned to look up at Snape, looking very much like teens who got caught necking by their parents. Hermione’s cheeks flushed as she heard her female friends giggling beside them, realizing that she’d nearly been ready to shag Blaise right there without caring who was around. Blaise looked at her and grinned, brushing his lips against hers before standing up. He glanced at Snape and said, “Lead the way, Old Man.”
“Old Man my arse,” Snape muttered crossly, his earlier delight at catching the former students in an intimate moment vanishing at the smirk on Zabini’s face.
“Merlin, Hermione, I think it got warmer around here!” Ginny teased, “Who’d have imagined quiet little Blaise Zabini was so darn sexy and naughty.”
“I thought he was going to just take you right there,” Lavender sighed, “it’s so romantic.”
“Do you two ever even fight?” Millicent asked with a grin, “It’s really not fair that you’ve got such an idyllic life, Granger. Speaking of, when can I start calling you Zabini?”
“Millie!” Hermione glared at the Slytherin, “I do believe your husband is a bad influence.”
“Nah, George is a good everything,” Millicent leered playfully, giggling as she said, “but don’t tell him I said that! It’s far better to make him work for compliments.”
“What are you girls giggling about?” Neville asked hesitantly as he approached them, arching a brow as he studied the smiling faces that were looking far too innocent. With a shake of his head, he said, “Never mind. I’m going to go find some men type folk to hang around until that game is over.”
The girls continued to chat during the game, Hermione dividing her attention between watching Blaise flirt with Minerva McGonagall and discretely watching Draco play Quidditch. After Blaise had stood up, Hermione had been surprised to find Draco staring at them and ignoring the game, the blond too far away to see his eyes but she assumed he was glaring.
That was pretty much all he ever did at these functions. When he’d realized she was looking at him, he turned his attention back to the game, flying and focusing completely on winning. She made random remarks to her friends and participated in their various conversations but she rarely looked away from Draco unless it was to look at Blaise. She was relieved when the game was finally over, Draco’s team winning and a smug smile all ready on his handsome face. Great, she rolled her eyes, he’d be even more insufferable now.
“Here you are, love,” Blaise smiled as he handed her a plate with various food.
“That looks great,” she moved her fingers along his hand as she took the plate, watching his indigo eyes darken from the brief contact. She so owed him for teasing her earlier, she realized, a wicked smile crossing her lips as she contemplated how to get him back.
“Smashing game, wasn’t it, Granger?” Draco asked as he resumed his earlier position sprawled on their blanket. He leaned back on his elbows, closing his eyes and feeling the sun warm his body as he caught his breath.
“I wasn’t watching,” she denied sweetly, watching him lazily open one eye, slate gray pinning her in place as he smirked.
“Then what were you watching?” he asked curiously, laughing softly as he closed his eye again and simply laid there, knowing that she was flustered. Good. It was about bloody time she got affected by this attraction that had been between them for years. She could run off and play house with Zabini but she couldn’t admit that she wanted him, had wanted him for years. It was bloody frustrating and he was tired of comparing every woman he met to her and finding them all lacking, tired of being jealous of his best friend for having the one thing he coveted most in the world, was tired of waking up with visions of them in his mind. He didn’t know what he planned to do, yet, but he was going to have to do something. He was twenty-four and it seemed like half his life had been spent obsessing over the know-it-all Mudblood.
“Hey everyone. Did we miss anything?” Parvati asked as she and Ernie joined them. She sat down next to her sister and began to eat.
The next few hours passed with conversation and an impromptu game of Muggle Frisbee that Dean had brought with him. Hermione spent most of it on the blanket talking to Blaise or arguing with Draco. Blaise had kept his arm around her most of the time, constantly nuzzling her neck, his eyes watching Draco closely, unbeknownst to her. A discussion amongst the three of them regarding the new bookstore in Hogsmeade was interrupted by Ginny’s shrill, “I can’t believe you’re going to eat that! Neville, it was on the ground!”
“So?” Neville shrugged, “I can dust it off.”
“That’s just gross,” Ginny wrinkled her nose and shuddered.
“Anyone want something cold?” Ron asked as he opened a small chest he’d brought, pulling out some Popsicles and grinning, “I’ve got dozens of flavors.”
Hermione asked, “Can I have a cherry?” getting it from the redhead and smiling deviously. Oh yeah, she had just figured out how to get Blaise back for his constant teasing of her body throughout the day. She unwrapped the Popsicle and moved her tongue over it, sitting beside Harry and resting against a bench as she began to lick the ice cream. This would give Blaise the perfect view of her efforts, her determination to get even with him causing her to not be too embarrassed about her upcoming assault of the Popsicle. She deliberately looked at Blaise, seeing that he had finished his heated discussion with Draco, resulting in the blond glaring even more, and was looking at her.
With a flick of her tongue, she caressed the side of the cherry Popsicle in a way similar to how she licked Blaise. Hermione lazily licked the cherry Popsicle, making sure her eyes remained on Blaise’s the entire time, watching them darken until they were nearly black, a nerve twitching in his cheek as he adjusted his position on the blanket to conceal his growing erection. Once she had his attention, she began to suck on the Popsicle, the fruity flavor pleasant, causing her to moan softly. She continued to give the frozen treat her oral attention, her lips becoming red from the juices of the now melting ice cream.
She felt rather wicked doing something like this at a school picnic, but she loved the power she had over Blaise, knowing that he was hard and aroused by her. After several minutes of her teasing, she suddenly felt a hand on her wrist. Startled, she looked up to find that all her friends were staring at her, the men looking decidedly pleased by her show and the women looking surprised and interested. Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she looked at Harry and removed the Popsicle from her mouth.
“If you don’t stop that, I think there might be some awkwardness,” Harry warned her, his green eyes twinkling with mischief beneath his glasses even as he stared at her lips, shaking his head and clearing his throat as he muttered, “Who’d have thunk it? Hermione Granger, a teasing wench.”
“Oh my God,” Hermione whispered as she blushed scarlet, glaring her friends who were laughing at her discomfort. She suddenly squealed when Blaise’s hands moved around her waist, her eyes darkening from the look of need and desire in his eyes. He tossed her over his shoulder, his hand moving over her bum to make sure her skirt was covering it, before he leaned forward.
“Give me another cherry one,” he told Ron, his voice husky as he took the fresh Popsicle from the amused man who shared a look of complete understanding with him before he turned and headed towards the Forbidden Forest with his lover over his shoulder.
“Damn it, Blaise, put me down,” Hermione hissed, deciding that this was even more humiliating than getting caught giving oral sex to a freaking Popsicle by her closest friends.
“You wicked sexy little witch,” Blaise purred as he moved through the familiar forest, the sight of many a tryst in the past. He walked far away from the picnic, knowing exactly where he was taking her. Once they reached the small clearing, he put her down, his lips crashing down on hers as he pushed her gently against the tree.
“Blaise, stop, we can’t,” Hermione protested, “there are hundreds of people at the picnic.”
“And they’re busy eating and socializing. No one knows where we are and, if they do, who cares?” Blaise mumbled against her lips, pressing his erection against her and rubbing her body with his, “I highly doubt that we’re the only ones that have snuck off to shag.”
“Stop doing that. I can’t think when you’re,” she moaned as his tongue moved over her neck and he nibbled on her ear, finishing breathlessly, “doing that.”
“You think too much,” he rasped against her skin, his free hand moving to unfasten her sundress, watching it fall away from her breasts, confirming that she wasn‘t wearing a bra at all. He pushed the dress down over her hips, watching it fall to the ground. She was wearing the skimpiest knickers she owned and he could see how wet they were, his finger moving against them, watching her face as she bit her lip. His eyes gleaming with passion and need, his fingers curled around the waist and he tugged them hard, listening in satisfaction as they ripped.
With an impish grin, he suddenly moved to his knees in front of her, his head even with her belly, his tongue licking circles on her hot skin as he unwrapped his Popsicle. She gasped when he moved it over her nipples, her eyes wide and lusty as she watched the frozen treat circle her hard nipples. Blaise moved into a crouching position, his tongue snaking out and licking the sticky juices from her breast, his tongue hot on her cool flesh.
Hermione stared at her lover as he moved the Popsicle around her breasts, licking and sucking them before moving down her belly, his mouth following the sticky treat. He couldn’t be planning, she whimpered when the Popsicle brushed against her wet pussy, that answering her question. “Merlin, Blaise,” she whispered as he tongued her cunt, his fingers spreading her open and rubbing the cherry treat against her slit. He sucked on her lips, his tongue moving inside her, lapping at her juices, the Popsicle slowly moving inside her as he feasted on her.
“Tastes so good,” he muttered in between licks, his cock aching and pressing against his shorts. He soon dropped the icy treat on the ground, using his fingers to stroke her, his tongue lapping at her juices, teasing her clit.
Hermione moved against his face and fingers, her hand tangled in his curly black hair as she ignored the rough sensation of the tree bark against her back. Her hand caressed her breasts, feeling the sticky Popsicle mixed with Blaise’s saliva, her thumb brushing over her nipple in time with his tongue. She was breathing hard, moaning softly, her eyes dark brown as she stared at him. She leaned her head back, looking at the familiar forest around them. Their spot. She had missed it, she realized, always enjoying the times she’d sneak away from school with Blaise and make love under the stars. She had eventually even gotten used to the feeling of magic that surrounded the place, the prickling on her skin as if someone was watching them. It had almost always caused that sensation, heightening the excitement.
The brunette witch could feel tension in her pussy, Blaise’s tongue flicking against her clit, sucking the sensitive bud into his mouth as three of his fingers thrust into her. She turned her attention away from the sky to look back at his face, catching movement out of the corner of her eye. Brown eyes widened as she noticed someone standing beside a tree, gray eyes watching them intently, his hand stroking his long cock. His actions froze when he noticed her watching, fear flashing in his eyes as his usual smug expression was replaced by vulnerability. Their eyes met and Hermione tightened her grip in Blaise’s hair, her body arching as she whimpered, the orgasm hitting her hard. Her juices flooded her lover’s face, her knees feeling weak, her breathing ragged and desperate.
Before she had a chance to tell Blaise about the voyeur watching them, he was on his feet, his pants unfastened and his cock buried inside her. She cried out as he stretched her, his mouth catching her cry as he began to fuck her. Her legs went around his waist as she thrust down to meet him, her eyes finding Draco’s, excitement coursing through her body as everything slowly shifted into perspective. Draco had been the one watching them during Seventh year, had probably watched them whenever possible when they’d been in her room.
He didn’t hate her. No, quite the contrary. He wanted her. Her eyes moved to look at Blaise, softening with love as she moved against the man she planned to marry one day. She knew about him and Draco, had honestly wondered if Draco hadn’t disliked her because of her relationship with Blaise, feeling as if she were trying to steal his best friend and occasional lover. Blaise was nuzzling her neck, knowing that it was one of her most sensitive areas. She moaned softly as she again looked at Draco, making a decision that she knew was going to change everything. She raised her hand and crooked her finger, beckoning him to join them.
Gray eyes widened as he simply stared at her in surprise, looking from her to Blaise and back. His disbelief was obvious, his hesitation proving his affection for his friendship with Blaise. Hermione heard Blaise whisper in her ear, “He’s watching again, isn’t he? I felt you tense, nearly squeezed my cock off love. I knew he wouldn’t be able to resist watching us.”
“You knew and didn’t tell me?” Hermione hissed as she looked away from Draco to glare at her lover.
“I didn’t realize it until I caught him near the end of school, Hermione. He’d all ready seen everything there was to see, plus I felt a bit sorry for the poor bastard,” Blaise admitted softly, not stopping his thrusts into her wet pussy. “Are you mad at me, darling?”
“No,” she admitted, “I find it exciting, to know he’s watching us, wanking from seeing us together. I never had any idea he felt that way.”
“The fool has wanted you for years,” Blaise kissed her cheek, “and I kind of miss the snarky bastard.”
“Good, because I just beckoned him to join us,” she grinned wickedly before kissing him, her tongue licking his as he thrust deeper. She broke the kiss and looked at Draco, finding her courage and asking, “Are you going to stand there all day wanking or do you want to join us, Malfoy?”
“How can I refuse such a tempting offer, Granger?” Draco managed to drawl as he cautiously moved from the tree towards him. He looked like a child that had just been given the exact gift he’d asked for from Saint Nick, his eyes amazed and stunned.
“Hermione,” she corrected softly as their eyes met, “call me Hermione….Draco.”
“Are you,” Draco ran his tongue over his lips as he looked from her to Blaise, cursing himself for the tremble in his voice, “are you certain about this?”
“We’re certain,” Blaise said quietly, his eyes looking into his old friend’s and seeing the vulnerability and nervousness. He looked at Hermione and spoke, “It’s not going to just be a shag, is it? If so, I won’t do that to him. He’s my best friend even if he is an insufferable git and I don’t want to hurt him.”
“I,” Hermione sighed, “it won’t be just tonight. I want him and might like him well enough to get used to him.”
“Might?” Draco sneered, “I have you know that I am a very likable wizard, Gra-Hermione. I’m also very good-looking and quite a catch. You should both be thrilled to have me.”
“I haven’t had you yet,” Hermione teased before she looked at Blaise, informing him, “the bark of this tree is not very pleasurable, darling, so could you please hurry up and fuck me!”
“Demanding wench,” Blaise grinned as he caught her lips, pushing into her without the teasing. He felt fingers on his arse, recognizing that touch. A tongue lazily licked him, moving between his cheeks and teasing the tight pucker. He’d forgotten how good Draco was at that, the blond having a fondness for arses and breasts. Merlin, Draco was going to love Hermione, her full breasts two of Blaise’s favorite things to play with. With the added stimulation of Draco’s tongue up his arse and Hermione’s muscles tightening around his cock, Blaise knew he wouldn’t last much longer. His fingers found her clit, twisting the sensitive nerves as he sunk deep inside her, grunting as he came, her body convulsing around him as she followed him into orgasm.
Blaise slowly slid out of her, kissing her as he gently moved her back away from the tree, hoping it wasn’t too scratched up. He felt hands brush against his stomach as Draco touched Hermione, the blond gazing at her as if he wasn’t sure she was real. The raven-haired wizard noticed that a blanket had been laid on the ground, complete with pillows, noting with satisfaction that Draco had taken Hermione’s comfort into consideration. He watched as Draco laid her on the ground and eagerly moved between her legs, his head buried between her thighs before she had a chance to finish laying down.
“Tastes like cherry,” Draco grinned as he raised his head, his gray eyes stormy as he licked his lips before going back to tasting her.
Blaise moved beside Hermione, removing the pillow and cradling her head in his lap. His spent cock rested against his thigh as her hands gripped his. “You okay, love?”
“Yeah,” Hermione stammered as Draco enthusiastically licked every bit of her pussy that he could reach, feasting on the combined release of her and Blaise. Where Blaise was teasing and exploratory, Draco was impatient and eager. It was a brilliant contrast and she couldn’t help wondering if he’d be that rough and forceful when he was fucking her. She gasped when he bit her upper thigh, his tongue licking the mark before again delving into the depths of her pussy. She didn’t know if she could make it through another orgasm without feeling him inside her. She definitely knew that the most she had left was one. After that, she’d be too exhausted to move much less fuck. Her fingers moved into his hair and she lifted his head, looking into his gorgeous gray eyes and saying, “Fuck me, Draco.”
The blond Slytherin’s face was covered in her juices, his eyes gleaming with years of pent up desire and need, his pale face flushed. He moved to his knees, his pants still unfastened from his earlier solo activity. He glanced at Blaise, reluctant but knowing it was only proper, asking for permission to shag his best friend’s girl. Blaise nodded once, an affectionate smile crossing his full lips, reminding Draco of what he had missed during the last few years. No more, though. He was finally going to have what he most desired in the world, the two people that meant more to him than he’d ever admit, and maybe life would finally start looking a little less dreary and lonely.
Draco moved between her thighs, his cock rubbing against her wet pussy, teasing her a bit, wanting her to beg. He’d waited so long, a few more minutes was nothing, especially if he could finally hear Hermione Granger beg for his cock. A devious and familiar smirk crossed his thin lips, any hesitation he’d initially had fleeing as soon as he’d tasted her. “What do you want, Hermione?”
“You fucking bastard,” she seethed, moving against him, needing him inside her. Their eyes locked, both too stubborn to break. His fingers slid inside her, teasing her, drawing her closer, her body covered with sweat and her breathing short little gasps as she moved against his hand. It was getting darker, the stars twinkling in the sky overhead. Blaise had used his wand to transfigure some rocks into candles, giving them enough light to see. She refused to beg him, damn it, no matter how desperately she wanted him inside her.
Stubborn witch was just riding his hand and moaning, Blaise’s hands caressing her gorgeous breasts. Draco leaned over and ran his tongue over her nipple, sucking on Blaise’s finger in the process. His cock was throbbing, harder than it had ever been before at having his fantasies come true, aching to slide into her wet warmth and fuck her hard and fast. She wasn’t going to beg. He could see it in her eyes, knew that obstinate gleam from memory, his tongue licking his lips as he finally said fuck it and thrust deep into her. He penetrated her deeply, pulling out then thrusting back in, his entire length sheathed inside her pussy.
There was a smile of triumph on her lips that he leaned forward and kissed it away, their first kiss, sharing the taste of her and Blaise with her as he fucked her into the ground. She sucked his tongue, meeting his thrusts completely, her legs wrapped around his as she moved against him. Blaise was still caressing her breasts, the dark Slytherin stroking her hair as he watched them together, his cock stirring but not hardening. He could feel his balls tightening, her muscles squeezing him, wanting her to come first. He ground against her on each downward thrust, his mouth devouring hers. He felt her fingernails digging into his back, Blaise’s hand brushing through his hair. With a low growl, he twisted her clit a bit more roughly than Blaise had done, feeling her body shatter beneath him as she came, his seed spilling into her as soon as he knew she’d come first.
She was seeing fireworks. Literally. The sky above them was filled with bright colors fireworks as she came for a third time, Draco’s cock spilling inside her, her muscles milking his release from him. She didn’t know if she could move, her body more tired than it had ever been, her muscles aching, her bones liquid. She was covered in sweat and sticky Popsicle and the mixed release of her two lovers. She paused a moment as she realized how natural that thought was. My name is Hermione Granger and I have two lovers. It felt right, somehow. She felt Blaise’s lips on her cheek, his hands stroking her hair as she released Draco’s lips to kiss Blaise.
“That was bloody amazing, if I do so say myself,” Draco smiled smugly, his gray eyes soft as he looked at them. He was a bit worried, though he’d never admit it, regarding what would happen next. Would they run off to their perfect little home and merely owl him when they felt like having him join them? He grew a bit angry at that thought, having spent years watching them and only wishing he could be included and now that he had been, damn it, he didn’t want to go back to what it was like before.
“Arrogant git,” Hermione muttered, her words lacking the usual venom, this time gentle and affectionate as she ruffled his hair. She glanced at Blaise and smiled before looking back at Draco, “Do you plan on moving in with in with us or merely using us for our bodies?”
“What?” Draco arched a brow, his lips curving into a real smile as he asked, “You want me to move in with you?”
“Well, our flat is larger than yours and has an extra bedroom,” Blaise grinned as he pulled Hermione into his lap, “of course, if you don’t want to….”
“Is tomorrow soon enough?” Draco hurriedly asked, cringing as he muttered, “Merlin, I sound ridiculous.”
“You always sound ridiculous,” Hermione assured him with a smirk, “this is nothing unusual.”
“Children, no fighting,” Blaise warned with a laugh as he reluctantly stood up and helped Hermione to her feet. “I think we should get dressed and sneak out of here and then follow my original plans for the weekend.”
“Which are?” Draco asked lazily as he stood and fastened his pants, his eyes on his lovers.
“Spending the entire weekend shagging,” Blaise winked.
“I can’t believe it, Zabini,” Draco smirked, “you actually had a good idea!”
“How are we going to explain this to everyone?” Hermione asked suddenly, her cheeks turning red as she glanced at herself, “I look like I’ve been thoroughly shagged several times and I don’t even think magic is going to make anyone believe I haven’t been!”
“Who cares what they think?” Blaise smiled as he took her hand and started back through the forest, watching her take Draco‘s hand and share a smile with the blond before looking back at him. With a playful grin, he added, “Besides, this will give them something to gossip about until next year’s picnic!”
*the end*