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Cooperation	By : Tingalia Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 7837 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Cooperation
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Author's Note: Part 1, I think 1 of 2, though Hermione does rather have her hands full, it could go to 3. The warnings and summary pretty much say it all, Ron/Hermione/Draco. Hermione may think twice before using the twins' Patented Daydream Charm in class again.
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    Hermione entered the dungeon with a grin. Ron and Draco were waiting there, just as she’d expected.
   “I got your note, what’s he doing here?” they both asked, all but growling.
   She couldn’t help but smirk. Draco looked better with a bit of an annoyed flush to his face. And Ron was red enough to almost hide his freckles. “I know what I promised you. You received identical invitations. And you shall have it.” She ran a finger down her hip, smoothing her skirt to emphasize her point. “But I thought you both needed a lesson in interhouse cooperation and teamwork. I’m all yours—both of yours—but you have to decide how to share me. You have five minutes to make a plan.” She approached them both, loosening their ties and slipping them off. Without their respective Slytherin and Gryffindor ties, they could have belonged to any house. She set them on the table and moved off across the room. “Four and a half minutes,” she called over her shoulder. She went to sit on one of the tables, letting her legs swing. Her knees weren’t quite closed and the skirt just barely touched her kneecaps while seated. She wore a contented smile while she watched them. They stole glances at her, and she was sure to make the most of it—stretching so that her shirt no longer met her skirt, leaning back just a little, crossing her legs. It didn’t seem to take too long for their arguing—each presumably trying to convince the other to just leave—to quiet into a grudging willingness to work together. She slipped off the table and walked slowly across the room towards them, taking her time. After all, she was going to thoroughly enjoy this. It had been far too long for her, and she had no doubt that the two of them would be up to the challenge. “Well? Have you decided?”
   Draco nodded, his pale face still a little flushed. Ron looked her over and licked his lip. “We’ve decided.”
   “What will it be?” she asked, curious, but delighted. Oh yes. This was an excellent idea. Clearly one of her most brilliant.
   Draco reached out a hand, tucking her hair behind her ear and letting his hand linger on her neck. “Where would the fun in that be?” His voice was whisper soft. “You’ve called us here and asked us to cooperate. Leave the rest to us. You’ve done enough.” He stepped forward slightly, so that he was standing with his chest to her shoulder, his groin to her hip.
   Her breath hitched just slightly looking from one to the other. It wasn’t often she relinquished control in any situation, let alone something like this.
   Ron mirrored Draco on her other side, and whispered in her ear, “Are you sure? Any questions? Any rules?” He let his nails drift up her arm.
   “Take me,” she said, knowing it would probably be her last order for the evening. She was giving herself over to their hands.
   Ron began kissing her neck, tasting the skin there, his warm breath tickling her. She almost didn’t notice Draco moving away slightly, before joining, kissing the other side of her neck. She felt both of them each take one of her arms and slowly push it behind her back. Draco began wrapping one of the silk ties around her wrists firmly. He gave it a tug. She wasn’t getting her hands free in a hurry. Hermione made a small sound of surprise, though she couldn’t see her wrists. She saw the smirk on Draco’s face. She felt a little coolness and Ron stepped away from her other side and then came back. He slipped his tie over her eyes and tied it at the back of her head.
   “You’re in good hands,” he promised.
   Draco chuckled. “Good? Maybe. Skilled? Most definitely.”
   Hermione felt warm, and knew that it wasn’t just because she was sandwiched between the two wizards on either side of her. She licked her lips. With her eyes covered, she was hyper aware of the feeling of them pressed against her body. She felt Ron slide down her side into a crouch. Draco was busy kissing her neck, turning her head as it pleased him, so that he could kiss her wherever he liked—everywhere but her mouth. One hand rested on her lower back, rubbing small circles there. Ron’s hands were moving slowly up and down her leg. His lips met her ankle, and he began slowly kissing his way up, seeming to find by instinct each of her most sensitive places—her calf, the back of her knee. Hermione squirmed, lost in the sensation.
   As Draco kissed her, he worked the buttons of her blouse open with one hand, his lips on her collarbone. His voice returned to her ear. “I’ll bet that you have been hiding some fabulous tits under your robes all these years, haven’t you?” He had unbuttoned her blouse to just below her bra. His hand left off from it’s place on her lower back so that he could properly move around to her front. He pulled the unbuttoned portion of her shirt open, baring her breasts to them, raised high and proud in her bra. He growled in pleasure when he saw them. “Just as I suspected, Granger, you’ve been holding out on us. It’s a crime to hide these, isn’t it, Weasley?”
   “It is,” agreed Ron. He stood, letting his nails graze her thigh, lifting her skirt. He bent his head to kiss the pale, smooth skin of her chest, wanting to taste everything that was exposed.
   Hermione’s knees felt weak at the attention being lavished on her body—two mouths, two sets of hands. The whimpers that escaped between her lips caught the ears of the wizards who were working her over.
   “You sound like you’re in a rush,” Draco mused calmly. “Like you’re ready for us to just bend you over the table and take you.”
   She shook her head. She wanted this to be a long night. But damn it felt good. She could feel Ron unhurriedly unbuttoning the rest of her blouse, pulling it open. The air hit her skin. Hands moved along her midriff. A mouth kissed her navel. Whose hands? Whose mouth? Did it matter? She moaned again, quietly. If one of the wizards hadn’t gone to stand behind her, her knees might have buckled. Whichever one “he” was, he had an arm wrapped around he torso, just under her chest. The other wizard was kneeling in front of her, lifting her skirt, dragging his nails up her thighs, stopping just shy of her panties. She thought it might be Ron. “Please, touch me,” she encouraged.
   Ron’s voice was in her ear, “Don’t rush him. We both intend to savor you tonight. Every breath. Every moan. Every touch. Whimper. Sight.” The hand of the arm that was holding her up began squeezing her breast, getting a feel for it, the thumb brushing against the bared skin.
   Draco’s mouth was busy, kissing and nipping at her inner thighs. He paused for a moment, speaking with his breath no more than an inch from the dampening spot on her panties. Hermione would have sworn she could feel his breath. “I’m so torn. I want to see the rest of those breasts, taste those nipples, but that would mean untying you. I’m just not sure it’s time for that. What do you think, Weasley?”
   Ron’s voice was a low chuckle in Hermione’s ear. “Well, her nipples are already hard enough to feel through the fabric. It’d be a shame not to see them.” He sucked on the skin where Hermione’s neck and shoulder met, nipping it with his teeth. She had no doubt he’d leave a mark. “But I say as soon as she starts to move her hands towards anything she shouldn’t touch…she gets tied back up.”
   “I do like the way you think, Weasley.” Draco leaned forward the last inch he needed and kissed her clit through her panties. She groaned softly and Ron tightened the arm around her holding her up. Draco straightened to a standing position, pressing his front fully against Hermione’s as Ron released his arm from her chest. The redhead trailed his fingers down Hermione’s arms and slowly began loosening the knot Draco had made. He handed the tie to Draco, who teased Hermione’s leg with the feeling of silk for just a moment before slipping it in his pocket. Ron eased Hermione’s blouse off of her shoulders, running his hand along her smooth, bare back.
   Draco was casually palming her breasts, and Hermione twisted her arm up, intending to unhook her bra. Ron stopped her with a hand on his wrist. “Allow me.”
   “Remember…any unapproved touching and we’ll be tying your hands back together,” Draco warned softly.
   She licked her lips. She wanted them to touch her bare skin. She still wore her skirt, her panties, her shoes, her socks. And this stupid bra. And they still seemed to be entirely dressed. It was an oddly vulnerable feeling, to be standing here not quite half-naked while they remained clothed. She nodded.
   “I think she ought to respond with a “Yes, sir”, what do you think Weasley?”
   Ron mused, taking his time with unhooking her bra, pausing before pulling it off. “I think I want to hear it from her lips first.” He joined Draco in front of Hermione, looking down at her pale, full breasts. Oh yes, he wanted to hear it. “Do you want to feel our mouths on your nipples?” he asked, lifting her left breast in his hand.
   Hermione arched her back, trying to make her breasts more prominent, more enticing, anything to make them touch them. “Yes, sir,” she said quietly.
   Draco sighed. “I don’t think she wants it badly enough. Maybe we ought to stop.” Hermione felt him pick up her right breast in his hand.
   Hermione laced her fingers together behind her back to keep from reaching towards anything. “Please, sirs,” she said, looking from where she imagined one was to the other, her eyes still blindfolded. “Please.”
   They lowered their heads together, simultaneously taking a nipple in each of their mouths. They began to suck, and lick, and kiss. Draco’s hand slipped down to Hermione’s thigh and worked it’s way back up, slipping into her panties through the leg hole, getting a nice grip on her ass. Ron’s hand rested on her hip, just beneath her skirt.
   The witch whimpered, her back arched, wanting to know how much of her breasts they could take in, knowing it wouldn’t be all of them. Oh, Merlin, what she wouldn’t give to watch them work, to see Draco’s mouth biting her nipple, and Ron sucking on the other one, both of them ravenously needing her. “Please, please let me see.”
   They let her beg for another few moments, and then seemed to abandon her, leaving her damp breasts exposed to the air. She doubted her nipples could get harder than they were now. She was still begging, wondering what else she could offer that she hadn’t already, when Draco pulled the blindfold from her eyes. Ron stuffed the tie in his pocket. Draco met her with wild eyes and a calm voice. “If you’re very, very good, perhaps I’ll let you watch the whole thing in my Pensieve.”
   That would be even better than the photographs I was wishing for a moment ago, Hermione thought, trying her best not to whimper just at the thought of watching them touch her. She watched as the wizards switched breasts, Ron taking the right, and Draco the left, and they began lavishing their attention on her once more. She watched her nipples, so hard and pink, disappearing in and out of their mouths, stared at the bite marks that dotted her flesh, and rolled her head backwards when she wasn’t sure she could take anymore. She wanted so badly to touch herself, but with the two of them standing in front of her, she’d never reach her clit. She certainly didn’t want them to go anywhere. She wrapped an arm over each of their shoulders to help keep her on her feet.
   “Getting tired already?” Ron teased.
   Draco’s nails dug into the cheek of her ass, drawing a sharper whimper from her. “Have you ever been tit-fucked, Granger? These look just perfect for it.”
   She shook her head.
   “What? No words?” Draco pulled the tie from his pocket and tied it around her mouth. It was more of a symbolic gag than a truly effective one, but it got the point across. “If you’re not going to use your mouth for anything good, then maybe you shouldn’t use it at all.”
   Hermione realized that while Draco stroked her cheek and tied the gag around her mouth, Ron had also abandoned her breasts. He was rubbing her cunt with just two fingers, through her panties. She bucked her hips towards his hand and Draco’s hand on her hip stopped her. “Now, Granger. You decided who was going to touch to tonight. We decide what, and how much, and when.” He sank to his knees beside Ron. Their lips were swollen from all the kisses they’d given her, their hair was mussed. Each wizard raised a hand up under Hermione’s skirt at the hips, and tugged, sliding her panties down slowly.
   A tap on first one ankle and then the other prompted Hermione to lift her feet so that they could remove her panties. Draco inhaled deeply and Ron did likewise. “What should we do with these?”
   “We could keep them as a souvenir.”
   “We could slip them under the tie. They’d make a far better gag.”
   Draco smirked and handed Ron the panties, deciding Weasley had had the better suggestion, for now. He still might take them with him later. In the meantime…
   Draco began rubbing his thumb up and down the length of Hermione’s cunt. It was deliciously wet. He only spared a glance to see Weasley whispering in Granger’s ear, letting her sniff and see just how wet she’d gotten from their touch. He slipped the tie down, balling her panties tightly and ordering her to open her mouth. She obeyed, looking startled as he placed her balled up panties in her open mouth. With a grin, Ron fixed the tie back into place over them. Draco, in the meantime, was quite busy. Granger was already wound so tightly, it only took a few swipes of his tongue on her clit to make her cum for him. In his surprise, he failed to catch it all. He licked what he could from her cunt and heard the rest hit the stone floor. It was alright. He knew there’d be plenty more. He saw that Weasley was holding her up as her orgasm rolled through her. He pushed her legs farther apart, getting a better view of her glistening lips. He ran his tongue along the length of it again, and again, feeling her start to quiver once more. “Weasley, you’ve got to come taste this.”
   Hermione looked down at Draco, frustrated. They’d removed her panties, but left her skirt on. She could feel his fingers on her clit, his tongue laving against her nether lips. But she couldn’t see anything but his blond head and the shape of his body, sitting between her legs. She needed more. As her orgasm took her, she was grateful for Ron holding her up. She was dimly aware of Draco telling Ron something, and Ron responding. She was far more aware of the taste and smell of her own panties in her mouth. Suddenly, Ron had lifted her up on his shoulder, his hand on her bare ass under her skirt. His thumb brushed against her cum soaked cunt. He laid her down on a table, spreading her legs wide. He kept her skirt pulled down, obstructing her view. Before Hermione could let out a muffled complaint from behind her gag, he slid not one, but two fingers inside her.
   “Absoutely drenched,” Ron agreed, taking his fingers out and sucking on them in Hermione’s view. He casually pulled her forward by her legs, bringing her to the very edge of the table. He sat there on a stool and began to kiss her cunt while she writhed.
   Hermione moaned into her gag. “MerlinMorganaCirce,” she mumbled, bucking her hips. His mouth felt so good. She hardly had a spare thought to wonder where Draco had gone when he settled at the other end of the table, putting her head in his lap.
   Stroking her cheek he asked, “Miss me?” He set a hand on each of her breasts, flicking the nipples, groping, rubbing, and just enjoying the sight of them. Hermione whimpered, hardly able to concentrate or think on anything. As Draco leaned over her and took her nipple into his mouth, Ron’s lips found her clit again. As they continued working her over, teasing, tasting, touching, Hermione lost track of how many times her hips bucked, and how often she gushed. She moaned around her gag, and Draco took her hand by the wrist when she desperately tried to reach to touch herself. She wanted to be full dammit. It was maddening. She could feel Draco’s mouth and hands on her breasts, but leaning over her as he was, she could hardly see a thing. Even if he hadn’t been, her skirt prevented her from watching Ron’s head between her legs.
   Finally, Draco released her breasts from his attention and Ron’s head appeared over the edge of her skirt. His mouth and chin were wet. “I think she needs to taste herself,” he said, grinning.
   Draco nodded in agreement. “She does. And I want another taste. But first…I think we need to see her naked.” He could feel Hermione nod in his lap and chuckled. “She wants to be naked too.” He reached down, brushing her hair from her face. He untied the tie and leisurely took her panties from her mouth, slipping them in his pocket. “What do you say, Granger? Do you want to be naked for us? To show yourself off?”
   She moved her lips and jaw for just a moment, trying to work out the stiffness. She looked from the eager blonde, to the redhead who had her cum dripping from his mouth. “Yes, please. Sir.”
   “Yes, what?” Draco asked, as if truly perplexed.
   “Yes, I want to be naked,” she admitted. She squirmed under their gaze—they’d already made their admiration clear. They were loving every inch of her body. Surely they’d find the rest just as irresistible. Wouldn’t they? She needed to find out.
   Draco helped Hermione sit up just enough to lean on her elbows, so she could watch as Ron removed first one sock and shoe, and then the other. He set them aside as if it were an ordinary thing, to have Hermione Granger spread out on the table, nearly naked. Draco whispered in her ear, “Raise your ass off the table like a good girl.”
   She planted her feet firmly on the table and raised her ass while Ron reached out, tugging her skirt down her hips and over her legs an inch at a time.
   Hermione Granger was naked. She looked from Ron to Draco and wondered what was next.
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