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She watches them move together and wonders if she'll ever see anything more beautiful. Where Harry is skinny and sun-kissed, Draco is slender and pale. When they kiss, black hair falls across blond, golden tops pale, and hands caress sweaty flesh before they turn to look at her. Hands reach for her and they shift, making room for her, and then she's there. Lips against hers, fingers pressing inside her, rough and smooth, kisses on her face, neck, collarbone, breasts. She watches them in the mirror, her body covers Draco and Harry covers her. When she comes on their fingers or their cocks or a toy as they fuck, she knows she'll never see anything this beautiful, and she smiles as they curl around her and drift off to sleep.