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Insatiable	By : BooBack Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 36932 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter List
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A/N: Hey all. I’m going to stop apologising for the long waits in between chapters, because I think that’s going to be the norm for a bit (until after Christmas). Life is just quite busy at the moment.
I hope you like this chapter. There’s quite a lot in it—plot and smut. And I’ve written a threesome that I can tell you I would never in my wildest dreams thought that I would have written, so I hope you enjoy. 😊
Chapter 12
The flat door slammed closed and for a few moments, there was absolute silence. Ron took a deep breath and finally gathered the courage to actually look into Hermione’s eyes. They were dark and wild, and he almost whimpered knowing how badly she was about to maim him.
‘You absolute…’ she started, taking a step towards him and he moved back. ‘Fucking…’
He closed his eyes and braced for it.
‘Genius,’ she finished, letting out a deep breath and pushing at his arm. He opened his eyes in shock to see that she still had that dark and wild look in her eyes, but there was also a bit of what looked like pride.
‘What?’ he asked, bewildered.
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Humphrey’s eyes widened as they scanned over his copy of the morning Prophet that had just been dropped onto his desk by an owl.
The headline was bold and read, ‘Golden Couple Back Together!’ with a picture of a half-naked redhead with his arm around a sleep-tousled brunette.
Almost as soon as he had looked over the article, the door out to the main hall slammed open and a group of four rather agitated-looking people came into the waiting area where Humphrey’s desk sat outside Mr Malfoy’s office.
‘My office, now,’ the blonde growled in a low voice, gesturing with his hand towards the three others—two of whom were the subjects of the photo that Humphrey had just been looking at and the other being Mr Zabini.
The door slammed shut behind them and Humphrey blinked in confusion. His confusion grew deeper still when almost immediately after the office door had closed, the door to the hall opened again and two witches came through it in a dignified rush.
‘Humphrey!’ Lady Malfoy said. ‘Is my husband—’ she started when another voice shouted from behind her.
‘Astoria!’
‘Harry,’ she acknowledged as if relieved that he was there, and Humphrey saw that it was in fact Harry Potter.
‘Did you see the Prophet as well?’ he asked her.
‘Yes,’ she said. ‘What happened last night?’
He shrugged. ‘I’m just as confused as you.’
Humphrey cleared his throat. ‘Mr Malfoy is in his office with Mr Zabini, Miss Granger, and Mr Weasley,’ he said.
Mr Zabini’s wife walked over to the door to the office and opened it and the three of them stepped in. ‘Please don’t let anyone else in,’ Lady Malfoy said to Humphrey quickly, and then the door closed behind her.
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Draco’s eyes lifted to the door in annoyance when it opened again but when he saw that it was Pansy, Astoria and Harry, he sighed. Once they were through, he waved his wand to bar the door and put up stronger silencing spells.
He shoved his copy of the Prophet down onto the desk and then looked up at Granger and Weasley.
‘I think we would all really like an explanation,’ he said darkly.
He saw Hermione look around at everyone in the room and then square her shoulders. ‘If it wasn’t for what Ron did,’ she said. ‘That headline would have been entirely different.’
‘What do you mean?’ Blaise asked.
Granger sighed. ‘When I was discharged last night, it was quite late, so I didn’t want to bother any of you. Ron was there to take my statement, so I asked him if we could do it back at my flat.’
Draco growled lightly at the redhead. Had he tried something with her? Even after what had just happened?
‘But when I got back to the flat, I realised that I really didn’t feel—safe there,’ she said, her voice going a bit lower.
Draco felt his anger dampen and be replaced by an odd emotion, like he felt that fear with her. Astoria and Pansy moved to her, kneeling beside her and holding her hands comfortingly.
Granger looked at Weasley with a soft smile. ‘Ron noticed it, and he offered to stay the night on the sofa so that I could sleep. Even then, I had to stay in the spare room. I—I couldn’t imagine sleeping in that bed.’
Draco's anger had now almost completely dissipated. How had none of them thought about this?
‘But how did you end up together?’ Harry asked.
She looked over at him. ‘We’re not actually together.’ Then her face hardened. ‘The reporters showed up this morning, asking about—about McLaggen, and,’ she looked up straight into Draco’s eyes. ‘Said that he had proof of me sleeping with you.’
Draco’s heart skipped a beat. ‘What proof?’
‘Just pensive memories,’ she said. ‘But even if the Wizengamot doesn’t approve of them, it doesn’t take much to start any sort of rumour. So, I was defending that, and trying to explain you all visiting me at the hospital, and I was quite honestly getting upset and was close to just admitting to it, and that’s when Ron came out with that. That I was his girlfriend and they all just stopped and, if you read the article there’s nothing about you or even McLaggen.’
‘So, it’s just a ruse?’ Astoria asked, looking up at Weasley, who nodded curtly.
‘We can keep it up for a couple months,’ Weasley said. ‘Until everything with McLaggen blows over. Then we can “break up” amicably, again.’
Hermione smiled. ‘It was actually quite brilliant.’
‘Yet no matter how many times I prove my brilliance, you still seem surprised,’ Weasley said with a chuckle.
‘It’s not that I’m ashamed of being with you all,’ Hermione said, obviously seeing the still somewhat hard looks on both Blaise and Draco’s faces. ‘But I don’t think it’s really anyone else’s business, and I don’t want it to get out at a time like this, when they’re going to say—say what McLaggen said, that I deserved it.’
‘We’re not ashamed of you either, Hermione,’ Blaise said.
Draco sat down at his desk and put a hand through his hair. ‘But it would create more problems than necessary if everyone found out,’ he added. He hated to concede that Weasley had actually had a good idea, and this was his closest to admitting it.
‘What are you going to do about the flat then, Hermione?’ Harry asked, kneeling down next to her with the girls.
She shook her head and Draco could see that tears were prickling them again. ‘I don’t know. I can’t stand to stay in my room just now—and I honestly don’t think I ever will.’
‘Then stay at the Manor,’ Draco said.
Granger gave him a look. ‘We just dispelled the rumour of me sleeping with you. If I changed my owl post address to the Manor, then it would spark that off again.’ She took a shaky breath. ‘I can stay in my flat, just in the spare room and try to find a new place.’ As she said this, her voice wavered, and everyone seemed to notice.
‘You could come stay with us,’ Harry said. ‘At Grimmauld Place.’
She shook her head again. ‘With another married couple?’ she asked.
‘They don’t think you’re sleeping with everyone, do they?’ Harry asked.
‘They asked about Pansy and Blaise as well, because they visited me at the hospital. And both you and Ginny visited me there,’ she said and Harry frowned.
‘So stay with me.’
They all looked over at Weasley. ‘Sorry?’ Pansy asked.
‘Come stay at my flat—I mean it’s our old flat that I’m still in,’ he said. ‘There’s an extra room and everyone thinks we’re dating now anyways, so…’
Fuck, Draco thought. That actually made sense. Granger’s eyes jumped to each of them, one by one, until she reached Draco and held his gaze, questioningly.
He nodded almost imperceptibly.
‘Are you sure, Ron?’ she asked Weasley, turning to him.
He nodded. ‘Of course,’ he said. ‘I could see last night how much it was affecting you. You can’t stay there, Hermione. You can stay with me until we have our fake break-up, you know? And then you could find a new place.’
At the mention of Hermione being affected from staying at the flat, the rest of them agreed immediately.
‘Alright,’ she said with a smile. ‘If you’re all okay with it?’ They all nodded. ‘Thank you, Ronald. Can I move in tonight?’
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‘Are you ready?’
Hermione bit her bottom lip and nodded. ‘Yes,’ she said.
She looked up into his dark brown eyes, which were full of worry.
‘Please, Blaise,’ she said, putting a hand on his cheek. He closed his eyes, let out an unsteady breath, and then pushed forward into her, and she let out an involuntary gasp.
‘Are you alright, baby?’ Pansy asked from one side of her and Hermione looked up at her, then over at Astoria on her other side, then back up to Blaise, who still looked worried as he lay over her.
It was Saturday, nearly a week after her encounter with Cormac McLaggen, and it was the first time that any of them had approached the subject of sex, but Hermione had insisted because she didn’t want to have this fear over her forever. It was like getting back on a horse, she reasoned. Except that horse was Blaise.
‘It’s okay,’ Hermione said, nodding to her lovers. ‘It’s good.’
Blaise held still in her. ‘Are you sure?’ he asked.
She brought him down for a kiss and smiled. ‘Yes,’ she said. ‘I’m sure. So please move now.’
He did so gently, slowly making love to her, and as he did Pansy had started licking one of her nipples and slid one hand down over her tummy to play with her clit, and Astoria was pinching her other nipple while giving her big wet kisses, sometimes pulling away and offering her lips to Blaise.
Hermione moaned out at the feelings that they always brought out in her. She looked at each one of them again in turn and felt her heart beat faster. She thought about what Ron had said, about them being so worried about her and how they seemed to worship her and she really felt that now, felt that affection from them and she knew she felt it as well. She cared so much for each one of them and as Blaise’s hand moved down to grab her under her bum to bring her up into an angle that meant he could push deeper into her, she closed her eyes and cried out, ‘Fuck, I love you.’
The three of them stopped and looked at her and she breathed heavily at the questioning looks, now feeling embarrassed. ‘I’m sorry—’
But then they were all on her again, kissing her, licking her skin and saying, ‘Love you too,’ and, ‘You’re amazing, incredible,’ and, ‘We’re yours, Hermione.’
She smiled contentedly as they made love to her. And then she made love to them and then they spent the entire day showing each other how much love they felt. By the time Hermione fell asleep amongst a tangle of limbs in Astoria’s bed, she felt like she was not only the happiest, but the luckiest witch in the world.
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Harry knitted his brows as he heard a knock on the door late one night, a couple weeks after he had moved back in with Ginny.
He opened the door and saw a tall blonde standing on the other side. He raised his brows and before he could say a word, Draco had stepped through the door and pushed Harry against the wall in the hall, taking his lips in a kiss.
Harry let out a groan as Draco grabbed his cock through his trousers and squeezed, making it go hard in an instant. He pulled away from his lips, ‘Malfoy, what—’
‘I need you,’ he said and it made a shiver go down Harry’s spine. He hadn’t really thought through the repercussions of allowing a few other people to have knowledge of his house, but after what had happened with Hermione, he had thought that it would be a good idea to let a few more people that he trusted know about the house and have access in case of any emergency.
And for some reason, Draco had become someone he trusted.
Ginny was here now, but she was upstairs somewhere, and it had been a few days since Harry had been with Draco last, so he nodded. ‘In the study,’ he moaned. ‘We have to be quick.’
They kissed frantically as Harry led Draco towards the correct door and then pushed him in. He looked around the study and very quickly said a few spells, locking and silencing the doors, blocking the floo connection, and then enlarging the study sofa so that it was a bit wider to more easily hold the two of them.
Draco grabbed the front of his shirt with a smirk and said, ‘Oh you are keen, aren’t you?’ he said, pulling Harry towards him for another kiss.
Harry groaned as the blonde ravished him, and his hands began removing the clothes that the other wizard was clad in, but Draco pulled away and using his own wand quickly vanished all of their clothes, then pushed Harry back towards the transfigured sofa until he had fallen back against it.
‘We don’t have much time, do we?’ he asked, pushing Harry’s legs up so that his feet were flat on the bed, and then stuck his wand against Harry’s bum, quickly saying a few spells and Harry felt himself slicked up and magically stretched.
‘What, no foreplay?’ Harry asked with a grin.
‘Not if you want me to fuck you,’ Malfoy returned the grin.
Harry pulled Malfoy’s hand until he was lying deliciously under the strong pale body. ‘I always want you to fuck me,’ Harry said seductively into his ear.
The blonde groaned, giving Harry another kiss and then positioning his cock at his arse, pushing slowly but determinedly into him and Harry moaned out loud, wrapping his legs around Draco’s waist to pull him further in.
‘Oh fuck, Draco, that’s amazing,’ Harry bit out as he was filled completely, pushing his head back and running his hands up Malfoy’s chest.
Draco closed his eyes as he began thrusting against Harry’s bottom. Though Harry had said they needed to be quick, and it had been up to this point, the thrusts were slow but deliberate, removing himself almost completely from Harry’s bum before pushing back in until he had bottomed out fully, rubbing their bodies together.
Harry was whimpering against the blonde, knowing as always that he never wanted to give this up. This feeling of being entirely possessed by someone else—and he didn’t just mean his arse. There was just something in Malfoy’s gaze as he fucked Harry thoroughly that made him feel like it wasn’t just sex for him either. This was—something.
Draco leaned over him, giving him a kiss and then pulled him up from where he was lying down until he was sitting slightly. In what seemed like quite a complicated motion, he then turned them around so that Draco was now sitting down and Harry had ended up in his lap, his legs still wrapped around him, now behind Draco’s back. Harry put his hands on Draco’s shoulders and moaned as he felt himself slide further down onto the blonde’s cock, feeling him more deeply than he ever had before. ‘Fuck!’ he moaned.
Grey eyes met his and there was a smirk, but it was soft somehow. ‘Ride me, Harry.’
Harry’s eyes closed in pleasure—of his name on those beautiful lips, of the look in his eyes, of the feeling of being filled so much, of that soft but commanding tone in the blonde’s voice. He unhooked his legs from around Draco’s waist and planted his feet flat on the sofa, pushing himself up and then lowering back down and Draco helped him balance with a hand on his lower back. Very quickly, Harry was panting, moaning, gasping, groaning.
Draco was looking at him intensely and grunting out his own pleasurable exultations as Harry ground down against him. He pulled one of Harry’s hands off of his shoulder, and pushed it back to put it on his thigh, so that Harry was now leaning back slightly. Draco’s feet were on the floor, but Harry still felt slightly unsteady in this position, feeling like he was going to fall over, but when he pushed himself back up and gravity and Draco’s hand brought him back down again, he felt Draco’s cock rub right over his prostate and he let out a whimper, looking into the blonde’s eyes.
‘Oh fuck, that’s good,’ Harry moaned, doing it again and again, fucking Draco’s cock against his sweet pleasure spot.
‘Fuck, Harry, that’s so sexy,’ Draco groaned, his hands now around Harry’s waist, pulling him down hard with each thrust.
‘Oh Mer—oh gods, Dra—I’m gonna...’ Harry was babbling incoherently now, his eyes almost rolling back in his head as Draco kept slamming him down against his cock.
Harry suddenly felt something tight around the base of his cock and looked down quickly to see that Draco had grasped it in a ring made from his thumb and forefinger, halting his orgasm. ‘Not yet,’ he said, looking into Harry’s eyes.
‘Fucking hell,’ Harry moaned, throwing his head back again and continuing to fuck the blonde, who held his cock to stop him from coming, his other hand on Harry’s waist to force him onto him over and over again.
Harry couldn’t think of a time that he had felt such a painful pleasure. He needed so badly to come, to release all over Draco’s chest and stomach, and his body was being thoroughly fucked, the ongoing pleasure almost too much to bear. ‘Please!’ he begged. ‘Fuck, Draco, I need—’ he was almost crying out the words when Draco finally released him, firmly grabbing both of his hips to yank him down hard so that every millimetre of cock was lodged firmly inside him and he felt the pulse, the spasm of the blonde emptying himself into his arse.
Harry breathed out heavily when Draco loosened his hold of his hips a few moments later. He lifted Harry gingerly off of him and laid him down on the sofa and then moved down to take Harry’s still-hard prick into his mouth, sucking it gently. Being on the brink of orgasm for so long, it didn’t take long for Harry to groan out and release into the other wizard’s mouth.
When Harry felt Draco move back up his body and lie over him, he looked up into his face. ‘We are definitely doing that again,’ he said with a satisfied smile.
‘So you’re okay that I took advantage of you telling me where you live to fuck your brains out?’ Draco asked, with the same satisfied smile.
Harry gave him a raised eyebrow. ‘Er, yeah, I think so,’ he said, as if it were obvious.
Draco smirked. ‘Good. That means I’ll have to do it again sometime.’
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Three weeks before Christmas, just over two months after her encounter with McLaggen, and nearly five months after her encounter with Draco Malfoy at Flourish & Blotts, Hermione was walking down the corridor towards his office with determination.
‘Is Mr Malfoy available?’ Hermione asked Humphrey as she approached the office doors.
Humphrey looked down at the diary on the desk. ‘He doesn’t have any appointments at the moment.’
‘Thank you,’ she said and without asking permission, she opened the door.
Draco was sitting behind his desk, scratching some parchment with a quill. It looked like he was approving ingredient requests. He looked up at her sudden entrance and she smiled at him.
‘It’s ready.’
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‘Are you ready?’
Hermione bit her bottom lip and nodded. ‘Yes,’ she said.
‘Alright, get your sexy arse up here then.’
She gave Draco a wry smile and then stood next to him to walk through the curtain and up onto the stage. It was now the beginning of January and they were about to announce the release of their new product. The ballroom of Malfoy Manor was the venue and everyone that they could think of was here, including reporters, investors, friends and family. Even Hermione’s parents were here.
Draco did most of the talking, he was the face of the organisation, after all. He explained that the potion had been designed for MZE exclusively by ‘The One and Only Hermione Granger,’ which had made Hermione blush like mad.
They had then explained together that the potion only needed to be taken once a month, instead of daily, like the old contraceptive potion, and that it would be cheaper because it was only one vial instead of thirty, which meant it needed less ingredients.
Hermione had also had a brilliant plan of creating a subscription service, where, like the Daily Prophet, the potion would be delivered by owl once a month and the payment could be made directly to the owl, so that it would never be forgotten or missed.
Hermione answered all of the more technical questions about the potion, and Draco answered all of the business questions from the investors and when they went back down off the stage, Draco looked around, gave her a big kiss that left her knees weak and said, ‘That was incredible, Granger. I think you’ve just made us all very rich.’
‘You’re already rich,’ Hermione smiled.
He gave a chuckle. ‘Technically, my parents are rich,’ he said. ‘This is something that I’ve done without them— in spite of them, actually, as they didn’t want me to work, just throw my money around in politics like my father.’
Hermione gave him a smile and put her hand on his cheek. ‘You’re more than that,’ she said. ‘This wasn’t all me. If you wouldn’t have given me a chance, I’d still be at the Ministry researching armadillo bile.’
He gave a low laugh. ‘We did it together,’ he said. ‘And we’ll even give Zabini some of the credit,’ he added with a wink.
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‘Oh, for fuck’s sake,’ Ron muttered. Hermione looked up at him and he was looking back over his shoulder. She had asked him to accompany her to the release party as they were still technically a couple in the eyes of the public and he was playing the part of dutiful boyfriend perfectly.
He had stood by her side all evening, smiling when anyone complimented her, making comments about how hard she had been working on this project, and refilling her glass of bubbly when needed.
‘What is it?’ she asked, turning to look where his gaze was, but he turned her around.
‘Ignore them,’ he said with a frown and Hermione furrowed her brows. He looked around again and scrunched his nose. ‘Of course, this was going to happen eventually, what with who your girlfriend is,’ he murmured and Hermione looked at him more confused than before.
‘Granger,’ a nasally female voice said from behind them and Hermione, not wanting to be rude, turned to see who had approached them.
‘Daphne,’ she said, recognising Astoria’s older sister. ‘Theodore,’ she said to the man beside her.
‘Granger,’ Nott said with a nod. ‘Weasley.’
‘Ronald,’ Daphne said to Ron in a voice that Hermione could only describe as contempt.
Hermione looked back up at Ron, who let out a nervous laugh and ran a hand through his hair. ‘Daphs,’ he said with a sarcastic smile.
Daphne stomped a foot down and gave Ron an angry glare. ‘Don’t you start that Daphs shite with me, Ron Weasley,’ she said. ‘I’ve sent you countless owls and you’ve ignored every one.’ Hermione quickly cast a muffliato around them so that their conversation wouldn’t be overheard and then shoved Ron a bit so that he looked down at her.
‘I can explain,’ he said. ‘It was before I knew about you and Astoria.’
‘What do you mean it was before?’ Daphne said. ‘It’s not over, you know!’
‘Come on, Daphs, it never was anything. We’re not together. You’re engaged to him, for Merlin’s sake,’ Ron said, gesturing towards Nott.
Daphne scoffed. ‘You and I both know that his cock is far from satisfying,’ she said and then gave Ron a seductive look through her eyelashes while moving towards him. ‘Not at all like yours.’
He took a step back. ‘Didn’t you see the news? Hermione and I are back together.’
Daphne waved her hand as if she didn’t care in the slightest. ‘Look, I know that she’s shagging my sister,’ she said. ‘And you told me that you two didn’t have the chemistry that it took to be properly pleasured in the bedroom.’ She stepped forward and grabbed Ron between the legs, the act thankfully shielded by their robes. ‘I’m going to have this cock again, Ronald. It’s mine.’ She squeezed and Ron gave a reluctant moan.
‘I fucking hate you,’ he said lowly, glaring at Daphne.
She smiled widely and released him. ‘Same,’ she said. ‘We're staying here tonight, and I'm sure your girlfriend is as well, so I’ll see you in my room at midnight,’ and without waiting for a response, she grabbed Nott’s hand and walked off.
‘Don’t,’ Ron said as Hermione gave him a raised eyebrow and a grin.
‘Don’t what, Ronald?’ she asked in a sweetly sarcastic voice.
‘Fuck’s sake,’ he swore again. ‘That bloody fucking woman.’
‘Sounds like you had some bloody fun fucking that woman,’ Hermione countered.
He gave a sarcastic laugh and ran his hand through his hair again. ‘Look,’ he said. ‘When we broke up, I—I found that I…fucking hell, I like being told what to do, you know, in the bedroom.’ He was speaking quietly despite the muffliato, obviously embarrassed.
Hermione nodded with a smile which threatened to break through into a gigantic grin. It actually kind of made sense that the sex between her and Ron wasn’t very good then if they were both more submissive, neither of them being comfortable taking the lead.
‘And well, she’s really good at it,’ Ron continued. ‘She’s a fucking bitch, but the sex is—blimey, it’s bloody fantastic.’
Hermione nodded again, her smile growing wider. ‘So why did you stop?’
He shook his head. ‘I don’t know,’ he said. ‘I thought it was kind of weird if I was shagging her and you were shagging Astoria. It just felt a bit incestuous.’
Hermione frowned. ‘Ron, if it’s that good then you should go for it. But can I just ask…?’
He closed his eyes and shook his head again. ‘What?’ he asked exasperatedly.
‘Is Nott…part of it?’ she asked.
Ron sighed heavily, his cheeks still stained pink. ‘He’s not always there, but when he is he just watches and wanks,’ he said. ‘It’s weird, but it gets her off. Honestly though, his cock is fucking tiny.’
Hermione raised a brow again.
‘No, I’m not going to describe Theodore Nott’s cock to you, Hermione!’ he said with an indignant laugh.
She smiled and pushed at his shoulder. ‘Fine,’ she said. ‘I was just curious.’
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In the months since Harry had first started shagging Draco Malfoy, some things had become routine—not in a boring way, more in a way that it meant that Harry had something to look forward to each week. Unless there was some other engagement with Ginny, Saturdays were Harry’s to spend time with his lover.
And as Saturday afternoons were filled with Afternoon Tea for the girls, it usually meant that Blaise often joined them for a couple hours to stave off his own boredom. Maybe routine wasn’t the right word, but rather tradition. Astoria, Pansy and Hermione would go down to have Afternoon Tea in the conservatory at about two in the afternoon, and Blaise’s knock would sound on Draco’s door shortly thereafter.
Between the three of them, they would end up in nearly every position that they could think of. Draco, as usual, was the dominant one, controlling each encounter, and he fucked either Harry or Blaise while either of them were then fucked by the other, or sucked the other’s cock. Sometimes, Harry just liked having a wank while he watched Draco fuck Blaise, as they were so beautiful together. And sometimes, he would slide himself under Blaise and suck his cock while he was being fucked.
Either way, it was always a very pleasurable experience.
Several Saturdays after the first, when Blaise was leaving to ‘go back to the girls,’ he casually mentioned that he enjoyed watching them ‘soap each other up.’ This had gotten the attention of the other two, who hadn’t realised exactly what the girls got up to during Afternoon Tea and the fact that they enjoyed washing each other of any sticky residue afterwards.
They had followed Blaise to Astoria’s room to find the three girls washing each other sensually in Astoria’s large shower. Upon seeing this, Draco had immediately pounced on Hermione, pushing her against the back wall of the shower. And though Harry couldn’t quite tell through the fuzziness of not wearing his glasses, from the lowering of the pale body and then the presence of the tan leg over his shoulder, it looked as though he had dropped to his knees to eat Hermione out.
Blaise had meanwhile advanced on his wife, and by the time Harry had registered this from what Draco and Hermione were doing at the far wall of the shower, the only thing he could see of Pansy was her slim white legs wrapped around Blaise’s dark hips as he fucked her against the wall.
‘Harry?’
The soft voice brought him to the last person in the shower, and though his vision was blurry, he could make Astoria out, leaning against the wall to his right, and as he got closer, could see her crooking a finger in his direction. He had always thought that Astoria was attractive, but there had never been a time that he had been given an opportunity as good as this to get a chance to shag her.
‘I was wondering when I’d get a chance with you,’ she had said with a smile as he took her into his arms.
From then on, the new tradition included a trip to Astoria’s room when the girls were cleaned up from whatever mess they made during Afternoon Tea. Either Draco or Blaise always went for Hermione so that she and Harry weren’t left awkwardly with each other, and Harry had now shagged both Astoria and Pansy several times.
But today was different—out of tradition, out of routine.
‘Charlie?’ Harry asked when he arrived in the shower to find a large red-head with the three girls.
‘When did you get here?’ Draco asked.
‘While the girls were downstairs,’ Charlie said. Then with a conspiratorial nod, said, ‘You do know what they get up to down there, don’t you?’
‘Charlie volunteered to let us eat our tea off him today,’ Pansy said with an overexaggerated wink.
Charlie smiled widely. ‘I think I enjoyed it more than you.’ Then he looked up at the guys. ‘So what’s this then? You all shag in the shower after? I think seven might be too many, though this is quite big. Why don’t we move it to the bed.’
Harry wasn’t quite sure how Charlie could do that. He seemed to just take charge straight away and everyone listened to him, filtering out of the shower and into Astoria’s room, casting drying charms on the way out.
‘Alright,’ he said. ‘I don’t really care about combos if you don’t, but I do want to give Harry a try.’
Harry looked up in surprise. ‘Pardon?’
Charlie smirked and walked over to him. ‘Well, I’ve fucked everyone else here,’ he said with a shrug. ‘Why don’t you jump on top of Astoria or Pansy, and I’ll fuck you while you fuck them.’
Harry felt soft hands on his back and then around his waist and then kisses on the back of his shoulder. ‘Come on, Harry. He’s very good at it,’ Astoria said into his ear. ‘It’ll be sexy.’
Hermione, Blaise, Draco and Pansy had already started some complicated-looking position on the bed, but again Harry didn’t have his glasses, so couldn’t quite tell what was going on. Only that both girls seemed to be getting fucked, but were also making out with each other. So Harry nodded and Astoria gave a little jump of pleasure, steering him towards the end of the bed and lying herself down on it, pulling Harry atop her.
The bed was already moving with the force of four people getting to business and Harry was glad that it was some sort of oversized mattress that seemed to be made for at least ten people. He looked down at Astoria and gave her a smile and then a kiss.
She brought her arm around his neck, bringing him closer, and widened her legs so that he settled between them perfectly. He pulled back and gave her nipple a pinch and then ran his hand down to stroke over her slit to make sure she was ready for him.
‘Harry,’ she moaned.
For only a moment, he thought about how strange this situation was. He was on a bed, about to fuck the wife of his lover. The lover who also shagged his best friend on a normal basis, and—Harry looked up and squinted—was shagging her right now. Harry also occasionally shagged Blaise and Pansy, who also sometimes shagged his wife. And he was about to be shagged by his wife’s brother.
But as he looked down at the absolutely stunning witch under him, he didn’t care anymore, and adjusting himself to the correct position, sank himself into her body. They both moaned out as he pushed fully into her and thrust a few times, but then there were wet fingers at his back entrance and he stilled.
‘Keep going,’ Charlie said.
‘I’ve already been stretched,’ Harry said with a groan, pushing into Astoria again and when he pulled back, he pushed himself back onto three of Charlie’s fingers. ‘Oh fuck!’ he yelled, not expecting it.
‘You are stretched,’ Charlie commented behind him. ‘Who’s fucked you today?’
Harry thrust back into Astoria, who was smiling up at him and looking over his shoulder at Charlie, obviously turned on by the thought of Harry getting fucked, as she was absolutely soaking. ‘Both,’ Harry bit out.
As Harry pulled out again, he was pushing back onto Charlie’s fingers, and he was really starting to enjoy it, especially as Charlie wriggled his fingers a bit when they were fully in him. Finally, Charlie started moving the fingers with Harry instead of letting Harry fuck himself on them and they reached deeper and stretched wider than before.
‘Merlin, Charlie, fuck me,’ Harry moaned. Fingers were good, but they weren’t enough and now that he had the foreplay, he wanted a cock.
‘Morgana’s tits, I fucking love coming here,’ Charlie said, kneeling onto the bed behind Harry and stilling his hips for a moment. He had to push his hips down to get his cock to Harry’s arse as Harry was still lying fully sheathed in Astoria, but soon Harry felt the tip and then part of the shaft enter him and he groaned. ‘Move,’ Charlie commanded.
Harry pulled out of Astoria again, which just slid him back onto Charlie’s cock further and then shoved back down into the witch, then back onto the wizard above him again. ‘Merlin, that’s incredible,’ Harry said. His cock being encased in the beautiful woman under him and then his arse being completely filled with cock was somewhere he thought he could stay forever.
Astoria kissed him again, and then Charlie pushed forward hard and leaned over Harry to kiss Astoria as well and she gave a squeaky little moan at the feeling, enjoying the feeling of two men on top of her very much. ‘Told you he was good,’ she said with a smirk that she must have gotten from her husband.
‘Gods, yes,’ Harry said, moving his hips again as Charlie sat up, and then Charlie took over, shoving him forward into Astoria and she was yelping in pleasure and Harry was sure that he was too. ‘Fuck Astoria, you’re perfect,’ Harry groaned, dropping his head into her neck.
She had a hand in his hair, dragging her fingers across his scalp and it felt amazing as he was absolutely pummelled by the large red-head behind him. Then other fingers slid through his hair and Charlie pulled him back, gripping the hair and using it as leverage to really take him hard, his own cock now shoving quite forcefully into Astoria, but she was loving it, playing with her breasts as she watched Harry get fucked.
Astoria was the first to come, letting out adorable moans as she reached her peak. Her now even tighter walls pressing around Harry’s cock made him fall over the edge, yelling out as he came, feeling his arse squeeze around the cock inside him. Charlie charged on for another half-dozen or so thrusts before he finally sunk into Harry and released himself, collapsing forward onto Harry but then holding himself steady with a hand so as not to crush Astoria under both of their weights.
When they all finally calmed their breathing and looked around, the other four were all sitting on the bed with smiles on their faces. Blaise started a sarcastic, slow clap and the rest joined in. ‘Jolly good show,’ Draco added with a wink and Hermione gave a loud whistle.
‘Fuck off,’ Harry groaned with no heat.
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‘Are you ready?’
Hermione bit her bottom lip and nodded. ‘Yes,’ she said.
‘Rock, Paper, Scissors, Shoot!’
‘Aha!’ Hermione shouted triumphantly, placing her open palm over Ron’s fist. ‘I win! I get to choose the film tonight.’ It was Sunday, and though they usually went out with Harry on a Sunday, he had owled earlier to say that he wasn’t feeling well, so they had decided just to stay in.
Ron frowned to stop from smiling at her childish behaviour. ‘I know, I know, and I have to make the tea.’ She gave him a big smile and he couldn’t help but smile back. ‘Though I think you might be a cheat, as you’ve won the last four rounds.’
She shrugged and picked up the buttons for the telly. ‘I don’t cheat. The game is pure chance.’
‘Alright then. Sugar?’
‘Two please, and a few biscuits.’
Ron made his way into the kitchen to put the kettle on, then opened the cupboard to look out the biscuits and frowned. ‘Did you only get Rich Teas?’ he shouted back into the sitting room.
‘What else would I have gotten?’ she asked.
‘Erm, chocolate biscuits?’ he said back.
‘But I don’t like chocolate biscuits,’ she countered.
‘But I do!’ he said, shaking his head. ‘Bourbons, half-coats, custard creams?’ he suggested.
‘Custard creams aren’t chocolate,’ she said.
‘Aye, but still better than these flavourless shitey things,’ he grumbled. ‘This is the last time I let you get the shopping.’
She was biting back a grin when he came back into the sitting room, and he saw that she had put a film on from the collection next to the telly. ‘Apologies,’ she said, the grin breaking free. ‘Next time I’ll make sure to get you something a bit more flavourful.’
He shook his head and rolled his eyes and they relaxed back onto the sofa and she put the film on. It had been four months now since she had moved in with him, and though they had said that their ‘relationship’ was only going to last for a couple of months, McLaggen had been in Azkaban for almost two months already and yet neither of them had made any mention of bringing this to an end.
He wasn’t sure why Hermione hadn’t wanted to move on yet, but thought that she might still feel a bit unsafe being in a place of her own after what had happened. But he also didn’t want to ask her because he was afraid that it might give her the idea that he wanted her to move out, when he really didn’t.
The thing was, he really enjoyed having her here. It felt nice—normal even—to have someone to talk to after a long day of work. Someone that he could ask advice of or bounce ideas off of. And having someone as clever as Hermione was great, as when he told her his plans for a new potion or charm for the shop, she would very quickly set him on the right track so he didn’t waste weeks trying to figure it out himself.
When they had been together before, they had had arguments that could have torn down a neighbourhood, but now, even though they did argue and fight sometimes, it wasn’t nearly as bad and was usually something silly like that banter over biscuits, or whose turn it was to do the washing up, or some other meaningless thing.
He looked over at her, munching away happily on those fucking rancid biscuits and couldn’t help but smile. He took a deep breath. ‘Hermione,’ he said and she looked over at him questioningly. ‘I love you.’
Her face hardened and she frowned and he hated himself for saying it that way because it wasn’t what he meant. ‘Ronald,’ she said in a warning voice.
‘Wait,’ he said, grabbing the remote to pause the film. ‘Hear me out, please. I don’t mean it like—I mean that I love this, what we have right now.’
Her mouth twisted into a frown and she met his eyes with a sigh. ‘I do too,’ she said. ‘But—but it can’t go on forever, can it?’
‘Why not?’ he asked, not even sure of the words coming out of his mouth, but knowing that he needed to say whatever he could to get her to stay.
‘Sorry?’ she asked.
He ran a hand through his hair and took a heavy breath. ‘Why not?’ he asked again. ‘Why does it have to end? I’m sorry, Hermione, but I actually really like being in a fake relationship with you.’
She raised her eyebrows and he soldiered on.
‘I mean, it’s not really fake anymore, is it? This is real. This friendship and conversation and just this. I really like this.’
‘But—but what about, you know, your girlfriends or whatever?’ she asked feebly.
He shrugged. ‘Sex is easy, Hermione. I get the sex that I need, and you’re getting the sex that you need. What I haven’t found with anyone else so far is this. I can’t imagine myself being this comfortable with any other person that I’ve been with.’
She ran a hand through her hair. ‘Ron,’ she started but then just shook her head, as if she wasn’t sure what she was going to say.
‘I mean, it’s perfect,’ he said. ‘Think about it. Ever since we’ve gotten together again, there’s been no scandal about you being seen with them at all, even outside of work, because it’s known that we’re a couple. And my white lies to the women that want to shag me that you’re a sexless ice queen is actually brilliant for both of us because it gains me sympathy and also proves the silliness of the idea of you sleeping with four married people.’
Hermione shook her head again. ‘Yeah, thanks for that,’ she said. He knew this could easily be construed as a sarcastic comment, but knew that she was actually being sincere. Her being thought of as nonsexual was preferable to her than being thought of as promiscuous, and did help temper the rumour mill.
‘And even if I did find someone that I wanted to spend more than a few nights with, I don’t think I’d ever be able to find anyone that could be better for me than the person that’s been my best friend since we were eleven. I mean, there’s definitely no one else I’d even think about having children with—’
Hermione had been taking a sip of her tea and at this point had coughed and spluttered on a bit of it. ‘Pardon?’ she asked, patting herself on the chest. ‘Children?’
His eyes widened at this. He had been waffling on and not really thinking about what he had been saying, but now that he said it, he knew it was what he wanted. ‘Yes,’ he said.
Her eyes were wide, and she bit her lip. ‘Sorry Ron, but what are you saying exactly?’
What the fuck was he saying? He had been prattling on, trying to figure out while he was talking what it was that he wanted and where this conversation was going, and now he could only think of one logical conclusion. He looked up into her beautiful brown eyes and gave her a bright smile. ‘I think I’ve had an absolutely brilliant idea.’
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Ron arrived through the floo of Number 12 with a smile on his face. He let himself out of the study and ran into his sister in the hall. ‘Gin!’ he said. ‘Where’s Harry?’
Ginny looked a bit confused at his enthusiasm but answered quickly. ‘The bedroom.’
‘Great,’ Ron said and headed towards the stairs.
‘I wouldn’t go in there!’ Ginny yelled after him, following him up the stairs, her very pregnant belly slowing her progress.
‘I know he’s not feeling well, but it’ll only take a few seconds,’ Ron said quickly. ‘I’ve got some really good news.’
‘That’s fine Ron but—’
‘Argh!’ Ron cried out. He had opened the bedroom door and his eyes fell upon two very male and very naked figures doing some very naked things on Harry’s bed. Ron took a deep breath. ‘Are you fucking everyone?’
Malfoy chuckled as Harry scrambled to cover them both with the duvet. ‘Ron!’ he said in surprise and embarrassment.
Ron looked at them in wonder. ‘Does Hermione know?’
Harry nodded shyly and Malfoy shrugged nonchalantly.
Ron shook his head, annoyed that no one had told him about this—which judging by the comfortableness and the fact that Ginny knew about it, seemed like it had been going on for quite a while. ‘Well, I was just coming here to tell you that I’ve asked Hermione to marry me,’ he said in a piercing tone. At the shock on their faces, he drove the point home. ‘And she said yes.’
He turned and left the room. All he heard was ‘What?!’ from the blond Slytherin before apparating away with a crack.
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