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Purebloods	By : BooBack Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 18865 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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A/N: Hi all, this will be a two-shot story. First part is mostly Draco/Hermione, but don’t worry, the others will have their fun in Part 2, which I will try to have uploaded this weekend. 😊
Part 1 of 2
‘Fuck, Granger,’ he moaned out as Hermione took his cock further into her throat. ‘You’re actually quite good at this.’ One of his hands was holding him up against the bookshelf and the other was in her hair, pulling her further onto him with each thrust of his hips.
Hermione moaned out around him as he fucked her mouth, hoping that his cock would feel just as good when it was inside her. There was sweat forming around his hairline as his eyes, which had been scrunched in pleasure, finally opened and looked down to meet hers. They were dark grey in lust and she felt another surge of pleasure at the look.
‘You know what to do,’ he said and she moaned again as his hand forced her head further forward onto him and she could feel the blond wiry hair at the base of his cock tickle her nose as he began pulsing down her throat. He pulled out so that the warm salty fluid filled her mouth and she groaned as she swallowed it down, eyes locked on his in triumphant delight.
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Hermione was—she didn’t like the word horny, but that's exactly what she was. She was unsatisfied and the longer she went without a good shag, the worse she was feeling. She had tried everything she could to get the ache to go away but nothing would do. It wasn’t enough.
For three years after the war, she and Ron had been the perfect Golden Trio couple—at least outwardly. At the Burrow and then at their eventual flat, they fought constantly and the already unfulfilling sex just got more sparse and less satisfactory as they both dug into their careers.
The chance for a nine-month secondment as a research associate in Romania had finally shaken them from their boredom and it had actually been Ron’s idea that they take a break from their relationship while she was away. She had agreed as at the end, it had felt more like she lived with her brother than her boyfriend.
She had arrived at the Romanian Reserve, wide-eyed and innocent, reveling in the opportunity to spend more time with the amazing creatures that she had always loved—even before she knew that she was a witch. The knowledge that she eventually gained in Romania was far more than she would ever have thought. And though she did learn a lot about dragons, she learned even more about herself.
She had been sitting at the pub, nursing a cocktail and staring off into space thinking about how things had ended with Ron, when Ron’s own brother, Charlie, had spotted her to say hello.
They had chatted for a bit and had a few more drinks, and when it had just gone midnight, Charlie admitted to Hermione that he had always had a bit of a crush on her. Another drink and Hermione said she’d always felt a bit of a tingle when Charlie was around. Two more drinks and another hour later and Hermione found herself pushed back onto Charlie’s bed with her legs spread wide as he fucked her harder and more passionately than she had ever been fucked in her life.
When her body had exploded with the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced, she was hooked. Hermione had always been a great student and she was willing and eager to learn and Charlie was a great teacher. He taught her everything that she needed to know about how to get as much pleasure out of sex as possible.
After the first week, she had stopped keeping up the pretense of sleeping in her own accommodation and just slept in Charlie’s bed. He was insatiable, wanting her day and night and every time in between and she was the same.
He taught her how to take a cock further into her mouth and then her throat without gagging—practicing it every night and praising and rewarding her when she got to significant milestones. He taught her how to take a cock in her arse. He was gentle at first to help her to accommodate him but by the end, he fucked her just as hard there as her cunt and she absolutely loved the feeling of it.
He liked to fuck her in the shower in the mornings—she always got up first to clean off and take time to wash her hair, but then he would join her and she got to the point that once she heard the door open, she would press herself against the wall and bring one foot up onto the tiled seat at the edge of the shower, readying herself for him to come in and claim her again. She came to love the feeling of her nipples being grazed by the scratchy mortar between the tiles as he took her roughly from behind under the warm water.
She spent most of her research time in the observation pods that were in the forest. They were like large wizarding tents that were invisible from the outside so as not to disturb the dragons, but the inside had all the accommodation one would need to stay there for weeks at a time, including a living area, kitchen, study area and bedroom. She usually worked in the same one and at least once each day, Charlie would come to see her for what were most definitely not work-related visits. He seemed like he was on a mission to fuck her on every surface of that pod—except the bed.
And then, her secondment was over and she had had to return to London. Charlie had said that he would come and visit when he could, but she knew that it wouldn’t be very often as it was difficult to get too many portkeys from Romania—and he worked quite a lot of hours as one of the Head Keepers. She had been back in London a month now and he had yet to visit, and what she hadn’t realised was how hard it was going to be to go from having fulfilling and satisfying sex multiple times a day to having absolutely none at all.
She was at a breaking point. Last week, she had even accepted a date with Ernie McMillian and had eagerly agreed when he asked her to come up to his flat. But when he had shagged her, she just felt bored. He was too nice and gentle and she hadn’t even been able to come. She needed a big, strong, shout-to-the-gods orgasm and Ernie and her fingers and even the toy that she had bought herself were not enough to give her that.
That was why she was at Flourish & Blotts. She had tried to discreetly make her way up the staircase to the small section in the back of the third floor that was for sex magic. She was trying to find a dampening spell to help calm her raging hormones, because she knew that she couldn’t go much longer like this without accidently blowing one of her fingers off while in the lab at work while her mind was thinking of other things.
She had just pulled a book off the shelf when a familiar drawl reached her ears and she couldn’t think of how her life could get any worse in that moment. ‘Granger, I would never have expected you to be in this part of the bookshop.’ Hermione just sighed, not ready to get into it with Draco Malfoy. ‘Finding a spell to make someone want to fuck you?’ he sneered.
‘And what are you doing here, Malfoy?’ she said, turning towards him. ‘Trying to find a spell to help you go fuck yourself?’
He smirked. ‘Testy, aren’t we Granger. Show me the book then,’ he said. She pushed the book behind her back and he grinned, moving closer to her. ‘What kind of sex magic are you looking at?’
‘Fuck off, Malfoy,’ she said. She knew it was crass and not nearly as witty as she could have come up with, but she was now afraid that he would see the book that she had in her hand.
He had backed her into a corner now and said in a dark voice, ‘Show me the book.’ He made a grab at her arm as she tried to hide it in the shelf but he found it and pulled it out. ‘Calming Your Hormones?’ he said in an incredulous voice. ‘Dampening spells, Granger? This is for randy teenagers who don’t get enough sex. What, is Weasley not shagging you enough?’
She looked up at him in anger. ‘Ron and I broke up nearly a year ago,’ she said. ‘And anyways, it’s none of your fucking business, ferret.’
He was still standing quite close to her and suddenly his gaze raked her slowly from head to toe and she saw something flash in his eyes. She knew that she looked good today. It was a warm day and she had opted to wear a light green sundress and sandals, which hugged her curves and showed off her long legs.
He moved even closer to her, now putting a hand on either side of her head against the bookshelf. ‘Look at you, Granger,’ he said, his voice now a breathy whisper, meant to seduce, and she hated that it was actually turning her on. ‘You’ve certainly had a fucking glow-up since the last time I saw you.’
‘Go away, Malfoy,’ she said, trying to shove him away from the proximity of her body, but he stood firm. She was breathing heavier now after trying to push him away, her breaths causing her breasts to push tighter against the dress.
He looked down at them. ‘You’re fucking gagging for it, aren’t you?’ he said with a sarcastic but sultry tone in his voice.
Hermione was annoyed by her body’s reaction to his voice and the closeness of his body. When she had tried to push him away, she had noticed how solid his body was and she could feel herself getting wet thinking about it. But if he could play this game, so could she. ‘I never gag, Malfoy,’ she said with a smirk of her own. ‘Especially not on your tiny, insignificant—’
He growled and grabbed her wrist, pushing her hand down and against the bulge in his trousers—the very hard and very large bulge—and said in a low voice, ‘Do not insult me.’
She gasped and her eyes flew back up to his, showing her surprise and her sudden desire at feeling him like that.
‘Now Granger, if you want to be a good girl and listen to me,’ he said darkly. ‘I can help you with your little problem.’ He looked at the book still in his hand and tossed it aside.
‘What the fuck are you talking about,’ she tried to say in an angry voice but instead it came out breathless and she mentally gave herself a slap for it.
He smirked again. ‘You’ve issued a challenge,’ he said. His hand was still around her wrist and he began rubbing his cock with her hand and she was shocked when it grew even harder under her fingers. ‘I think you’re full of it,’ he said in that seductive voice. ‘I think that if I shoved you down onto your knees right now, I wouldn’t even get half of my cock in your mouth before you started choking on it.’
Hermione felt annoyed that he had just questioned her and she didn’t like it. She felt like she needed to prove herself. And his words were also turning her on so much she couldn’t think straight. This was Malfoy, why was she thinking about how much she wanted to do what he had just said.
He was still smirking and she realised that she was still rubbing her hand over his hard cock through his trousers of her own accord. ‘Shall we wager it, Granger? If you choke on it, I’ll leave you alone and even buy your little book for you,’ he said.
She tried to look into his eyes in defiance and removed her hand from his body now that he was distracted enough to release her wrist. ‘That sounds like the perfect outcome,’ she said. ‘Why wouldn’t I want that?’
‘Because if you don’t—if you take my cock down your throat and swallow my cum without gagging, I’ll give you what you want.’
‘Which is?’ she asked, feeling her knickers going slick from her wetness.
He brought his lips to her ear. ‘I’ll fuck you,’ he said in a hot whisper while pushing her body back into the bookshelf. ‘That’s what you need, isn’t it?’
Hermione steeled her reserve, ‘I just had sex last week, for your information.’
He smiled a dark smile. ‘Oh, Granger. I can see it in your eyes. Sex isn’t what you want, is it?’
She found herself shaking her head. It wasn’t what she wanted, what she needed. What Charlie had gotten her used to. She needed it hard and rough and needed to come that way that she felt as if her body was being torn apart. And she had a feeling that Malfoy was the person that could give her that. ‘No,’ she answered finally and his smile grew.
‘What do you want, Granger?’ he asked, his body now pressing against hers and his teeth nipping her neck.
‘I want to be fucked,’ she said, groaning against him.
‘Keep going,’ he said, encouragingly.
‘Hard,’ she said.
‘Yes?’ he said, now biting her collar bone.
‘By you,’ she said finally, her voice now dark with the lust that was building inside her.
He pulled back and smiled that dark smile again. ‘Then get on your fucking knees.’
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Hermione was now standing in the darkened lane next to Flourish & Blotts. Malfoy had suggested they meet here so as not to draw attention to them leaving the shop together and they also couldn’t apparate straight out of the shop as there were wards against this to prevent shoplifting.
While it was a warm day, the lane was blocked from the sun and she felt a shiver go down her spine. She was getting colder the longer she stood here. He had said five minutes. She looked at her watch. Six, seven, eight…
There were echoing footsteps at the entrance to the lane and she saw him strut in, looking completely confident and sure of himself. She had to admit that he looked good. She couldn’t remember the last time she had seen him but he had grown out of his teenage awkwardness and was now most definitely a man.
He walked up to her with a gleam in his eyes, like he was pleased to have just caught his prey and she felt herself getting warm again. She wasn’t sure how he had this affect on her, but she knew that he knew that he was doing it and what it was doing to her. She cleared her throat. ‘Shall we go to my flat—’ she started.
He grabbed her around the waist and said, ‘No,’ before apparating them away from Diagon Alley. When her feet hit the floor, she pulled away from him to look around. They had landed in a large bedroom. It was immaculate and stylish and very posh and she knew immediately that she was in Malfoy Manor.
While she was looking around, he seemed to be circling her like he was appraising her. ‘You surprised me, Granger,’ he said. ‘I never thought Weasley would have taught you anything like that. That he would be man enough to treat you that way.’
Hermione looked at him defiantly. She knew he was speaking about Ron—who actually hadn’t been man enough to take her like that, but Malfoy didn’t need to know that. ‘There’s a lot of things you don’t know about me, Malfoy.’
He smirked. ‘Well, I’m about to know a lot more, aren’t I?’
She felt her tummy tingle again when he spoke like that. He dropped his voice and spoke in a way that just seemed to send a signal straight to her core to start readying herself for him. She gasped slightly when he brought his hand up to her cheek, brushing his thumb across her trembling lips and making her look up into his face. ‘I want you to undress me now,’ he said in a firm tone.
She nodded and stepped up closer to him to start undoing his shirt buttons. ‘Wait,’ he said, as if second guessing his decision. He pushed her back a step and hooked his thumbs into each of the straps of her sundress, pulling them off her shoulders to let the flimsy garment fall to the floor. She was now in only her bra and her soaked knickers—which she was sure he could see. He smiled darkly again as he examined her body. ‘Now you may continue.’
She took a deep breath and moved the step forward again to get close enough to him to unbutton more of his crisp white shirt. As she revealed more of his body, she was getting even more turned on. He was perfect. His skin was pale but he was strong, and she thought that he must do something to keep it that way. She wasn’t sure it was Quidditch as his hands were soft and smooth, not roughened as they would be from playing the game constantly.
She had finally pulled his shirt free of his trousers and undone the last button when she revealed his stomach and the line of dark blond hair under his belly button. She had a sudden urge and she leaned down to lick the hair there and then probed his belly button with her tongue. He let out a harsh gasp at her actions and then pulled her hair to bring her back up. ‘Now the trousers,’ he said, letting the shirt fall from his shoulders to join her dress on the floor.
Again, she took it as slowly as possible, wanting to revel in every inch she was exposing to her vision. He was wearing silk boxers, so she wasn’t able to get another peek at his cock yet, but she could see it was hardening again and she was happy that he was having that reaction to her. When she had pushed his trousers down, she wanted nothing more than to put her mouth on him again. She had to push away a strange urge to bite his hip bones, not sure why they were turning her on so much.
She looked back up at him. He hadn’t given her another order yet and she wasn’t sure what he wanted her to do next. He grabbed her wrist and brought her hand up to his cock again, this time pushing her hand into the waistband of his boxers to take the hot flesh in her fingers skin to skin and she moaned. He brought his lips to her ear, ‘Do you still want this, Granger?’ he asked and she nodded while moaning. ‘Do you want to feel my cock inside you, stretching you, fucking you again and again until you can’t move?’
She stared up at him. It sounded to her like he wasn’t just going to give her a quick fuck and be done with her, he wanted to do more to her, and her knickers became slick with her arousal. ‘Oh, gods, yes,’ she groaned. He smirked again and roughly turned her around and pushed her forward onto the bed. Her feet were still on the floor but he pushed her upper body down against the bed with one hand between her shoulder blades while the other quickly pushed her knickers down. She could hear him chuckle, probably from seeing how wet she was, and then she felt his other hand grab her hip as he teased her with the head of his cock.
‘Say you want it, Granger,’ he said.
She was beyond the teasing and games. She wanted him so badly she felt her tummy aching stronger than it had ever been. ‘Please,’ she said automatically, knowing what he wanted to hear.
‘Please what?’ She could hear the smile in his voice.
‘Please fuck me, with your beautiful cock, as hard as you possibly can,’ she was nearly shouting by the end and then let out a yell as he grabbed both her hips and slammed his cock into her fully in one thrust. ‘Yes,’ she hissed out, pushing her hips back against him and grabbing the duvet in her fists as he started shoving into her cunt solidly. She had her face pressed down against the bed, breathing heavily as he hit that sweet spot in her over and over again, pounding against her cervix with every thrust. His cock was so perfect and was filling her completely. She loved the feeling of it inside her.
Very quickly, and without any other stimulation, she felt the build of an orgasm starting low in her belly. One of Malfoy's hands was on her back again and he pushed forward slightly to grab a fistful of her hair in his hand, pulling her head back so that he could see her face. ‘Ow,’ she gasped out as she turned her face to the side. ‘Come on my cock, Granger,’ he said, still pulling her hair as he slammed into her.
She was so close already and the firm command from his perfect mouth forced her to tip over that edge and from that area that he was pummeling at the end of her passage, she could feel little sparks and explosions start and move out quickly across her whole body, her cunt spasming around his still thrusting cock. She was breathing heavily and trying to calm down from the amazing sensations that had spread over her, but he was still going, making sure that she had properly enjoyed her orgasm before he stopped and pulled out of her.
‘Roll over,’ he said but she couldn’t move, her legs were shaking so bad she couldn’t hold herself up anymore and she was nearly crying at how happy she felt after that amazing orgasm. Annoyed, he roughly rolled her over onto her back, and while he was still standing at the side of the bed, took each one of her legs and put them on his shoulders, leaning forward and stretching her legs back before shoving himself back inside her.
She met his eyes, dark stormy grey eyes, and gasped when he hit a completely different spot inside her now with this new angle. She went to grab her nipple—she liked a bit of stimulation—but noticed that she was still wearing her bra, so she scooped one of her tits out and began pinching and twisting the nipple harshly as Malfoy fucked her deeply and strongly against the mattress. He was looking down at her exposed breast in lust.
She could feel another climax coming on and she felt his hand move between her legs to start grazing her clit with his perfectly manicured finger. ‘Are you ready to come again?’ he said with that same dark voice. ‘I’m going to come, Granger. I’m going to fill you up and you’re going to love it.’
She nodded and grabbed the sheets above her head as he thrust harder and pinched her clit and her lower body came up—using her feet on his shoulders for support—impaling herself even further onto his cock if that was possible and she screamed out as another strong orgasm ripped through her body. Her feet fell from his shoulders as he pushed into her strongly a few more times and then he collapsed onto her and she could feel their mixed releases leaking out from around his cock.
He was breathing heavily against her neck and he nipped her lightly. She moaned again at feeling his body against hers and then she smirked to herself. ‘Well, that was…satisfactory,’ she said.
He looked up at her with an angry expression. ‘Satisfactory?’ he said in indignation, but then saw the smirk on her face. ‘Are you challenging me now, Granger?’ he asked with a bit of pride in his voice.
She snorted. ‘I wouldn’t dream of it.’
‘Come on then,’ he said, pulling up and off of her, leaving her groaning at the loss. ‘Let’s have a bath, then I’ll show you just how satisfactory I can be.’
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Malfoy’s bath was much like the one in the Prefect’s bathroom at Hogwarts, though a bit smaller. It was sunken into the floor and had loads of taps with different smells and bubbles. He let her choose what she wanted and she laid herself back in the water happily as it filled.
‘You’ve got great tits, by the way,’ Malfoy said as he slipped into the water with her. ‘Wonder why I’ve never noticed before.’
Hermione looked at him. ‘I’ve never been comfortable with my body,’ she said honestly. ‘Especially at school. But I’ve become more confident over the last year or so. I found that when I showed off what I had, I got more appreciation. And I liked that feeling.’
He nodded and his gaze raked over her body again and she flushed with the look of approval in his eyes. He was very sexy and she was sure that he could have anyone he wanted, and he wanted her. That made her feel confident and sexy herself.
She noticed after a bit that he was looking at her darkly again and she could see that lust back in his eyes. ‘What are you thinking?’ she asked, curiously.
He looked into her eyes and smirked. ‘I was thinking about how much I want to shove my face between your legs and make you come again with my tongue.’
‘What?’ she asked, breathlessly.
He glided over to her in the water and then grabbed her waist, lifting her out of the bath and setting her bum down on the edge. He stood in front of her and then did the last thing she would ever expect. He looked into her eyes and then down at her lips and then he kissed her. It was needy and strong, but it was not long before he pulled away and then pushed her back to lie down, pulling her hips right up to the edge of the bath. He kneeled on the seat of the bath and promptly buried his face between her pussy lips.
‘Oh, fuck, Malfoy,’ she groaned out as he licked all around her clit and then down to her hole, shoving his tongue up inside.
‘Say my name,’ he growled against her clit and she could feel the vibrations tingle through her.
‘Malfoy, please, more,’ she moaned out.
‘No,’ he said, looking up at her, bringing a hand up to pinch her nipple hard. ‘Say my name!’
‘Draco,’ she whined, the name sounding foreign on her lips.
‘I want you to say my name when you come,’ he said, burying his head back down and licking her thoroughly from arse to clit and she began moaning and shaking.
A house-elf appeared suddenly by the bath. ‘Master Draco, sir,’ it interrupted politely, and Malfoy looked up at it in disdain.
‘Yes?’ he asked.
‘Mistress Astoria is wanting to know when you will be ready for dinner to be served.’
Malfoy looked up at Hermione’s face and then back to where he was currently feasting. ‘An hour?’ he said to himself. ‘Yes, an hour. And set a place for another guest.’ The house-elf bowed and disapparated.
Malfoy lowered his face again and Hermione moaned out, ‘I thought your mother’s name was Narcissa.’
He looked up at her with a confused expression. ‘It is,’ he said and gave her another long lick.
‘Who’s Mistress Astoria,’ Hermione asked through a groan at the feeling of his tongue on her.
‘My wife?’ he said as though it were the most obvious thing in the world. ‘Where have you been, Granger?’ he asked rhetorically and then pushed his tongue inside her again.
‘Romania,’ she answered automatically, moaning again. Said with such steadfast confidence, his previous statement took a few seconds to finally register in her brain, but when it did she grabbed his hair and yanked his face up to look at her. There was now anger and annoyance in his eyes and she knew it was reflected in her own. ‘Your what?’
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