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Insatiable	By : BooBack Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 36900 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter List
- 12
- 13
- 14
A/N: Thanks everyone for the feedback on the last chapter. I knew it was going to be a Marmite moment (you’d either love it or hate it), but it has been my plan since the beginning, and if you stick with me, it will be worth it. Apologies again for the long delay, but I do have the rest of this story planned out now, and I think there will only be two more chapters after this one. I’ve written most of it so I will try to get them out in the next couple of weeks, then I can focus back on the rest of 24 and Delayed Inheritance.
Hope you enjoy!
Chapter 13
Hermione was relaxing on the sofa reading a book when Ron arrived back in the flat, looking flustered and much more annoyed than he had looked when he had left. He had been so excited before that he could hardly wait to tell Harry the news but now his face was red and he was huffing heavily.
‘I think we’re going to have company soon,’ he muttered, looking at her.
‘What’s wrong?’ she asked.
‘Well, I think Malfoy’s going to want to speak to you about us getting married,’ he said, biting it out angrily.
Hermione stood up quickly. ‘How did he find out?’ she asked, her voice raising to match his tone. ‘I told you that I was going to speak to him tomorrow.’
Ron looked at her and shook his head. ‘I couldn’t really help it, could I?’ he asked bitterly. ‘When he was in bed with Harry!’
Hermione’s mouth gaped. Ron had found out about Harry and Draco. She had told Harry time and again to tell Ron about it, that he wouldn’t be upset if Harry just told him the truth, and now he had found out the wrong way.
‘Why didn’t you tell me?’ he asked.
Hermione shook her head lightly, her shoulders slumping. ‘It wasn’t my place,’ she said dejectedly.
He ran a hand through his hair irritably and stomped into the kitchen, just as there was a loud knock on the door. ‘Granger! Granger, let me the fuck in this instant.’
Hermione hesitated momentarily and then walked to the flat door to open it to the irate blonde. ‘Draco,’ she said as calmly as possible.
‘What. The. Fuck?’ he said slowly, furiously, while advancing on her.
Hermione turned away from him and walked to her room. She didn’t want to discuss this in front of Ron, and she assumed—or rather hoped—that Harry would be here soon to calm down the redhead.
Malfoy followed her into her bedroom and slammed the door shut behind him. ‘Well?’
Hermione sat down on the bed. ‘Well what?’ she asked, staying calm despite his anger. She knew that if she rose to the bait that it would just turn into a screaming match.
Draco seemed to vibrate with annoyance, at the situation and at how calm she seemed to be. ‘Well! Explain yourself!’ he said.
‘I hardly think I need to,’ she said.
‘The fuck you don’t,’ he said heatedly.
She stood again and looked him square in the face. ‘Don’t I deserve to be happy?’ she asked.
‘What do you mean?’ he asked. ‘Are you not happy with us?!’
She let out a long breath and then calmly put a hand on his chest. ‘You have Astoria,’ she said softly. ‘Blaise and Pansy have each other—’
‘But we also have you,’ he interrupted, grabbing her wrist and pulling her body into his.
‘Yes,’ she said. ‘But what I really want is something that you can’t give me.’
‘And what is that, Granger?’ he asked. ‘You know we could give you anything.’
‘A family?’ she asked softly, looking into his eyes and she saw them widen. She took a deep breath. ‘I want to be a mother. I want to have children and a family.’
He cast his eyes down, looking deflated. ‘We could...’ he tried.
‘Could what, Draco? What happens when you all start having children? What am I to be in that? The strange Auntie who is just around and sleeps in mummy and daddy’s beds sometimes?’
He shook his head but said nothing.
She moved her hand up to his cheek. ‘I care so much about you all, but I can’t be that Draco. I can’t be the other woman. I can’t give up my dream of a family.’
They were silent for a bit until he said. ‘And Weasley’s going to give you that?’
She nodded. ‘He wants children as well,’ she said. ‘A house, eventually. He’s even agreed to get one with an extra room for my library.’
A smile pulled at his lips, but it didn’t reach his eyes. He sighed and then pulled her close to him and her head rested against his shoulder. ‘So that’s it then?’ he asked eventually.
She looked up into his face. ‘What?’
He breathed deeply. ‘That’s it then,’ he said. ‘The end. It had to happen sooner or later.’
Her eyebrows scrunched and she felt tears prick her eyes and a pain in her chest. ‘Do you want it to be?’ she asked.
‘What do you mean?’ he asked, looking down at her face.
‘Do you want this to be over?’ she asked, and he looked at her with confusion evident in his eyes. ‘We had a deal, Draco Malfoy.’ His brow knitted so she continued. ‘Have I told you that I no longer want to shag you?’ she asked.
He closed his eyes briefly and smiled slightly. ‘No,’ he conceded.
‘And do you no longer want to shag me?’ she asked.
‘Granger, I could literally fuck you silly every day of my life and be the happiest man alive.’
She gave a chuckle. ‘I will speak to Astoria and Blaise and Pansy tomorrow, but I need you to know that marrying Ron does not change the way that I feel about any of you.’ She looked intently into his eyes. ‘I love them, Draco, and I love you,’ she said, the hand on his cheek moving to the back of his neck and his eyes widened and then darkened a bit and then he looked away and sighed and stared back at her.
‘You and your fucking feelings,’ he said softly.
She knew she wouldn’t get a confession of love from him, but she needed him to know how she felt, that Ron wasn’t going to make a difference in the way—
‘Granger,’ he said, his eyes determined. ‘I really think that I’m rather a man of action over words, and you do know that I fucking hate titles, but I’ll say this once now…’
Her eyebrows furrowed as she stared at him.
He breathed out a quick breath through his nose and then shook his head. ‘Don’t ever expect something like this out of me again, alright, but—you have to know that I feel the same. I—I fucking love you, too.’
She couldn’t explain the feeling that filled her chest at the words. Yes, they were hesitant and there was a bit of swearing and he did promise never to say it again, but he had said it, something that she had never expected him to ever say to her. She allowed a little, ‘Oh,’ to escape her lips before she dragged his mouth down to hers and kissed him soundly. They snogged for several minutes until he pulled away, and when he did there was a smirk plastered on his face.
‘What are you thinking?’ she asked, a bit breathless.
His smirk grew and he pushed her back onto the bed, lowering himself onto her and looking down into her face, and for some reason the look shot tingles straight to her core, making her tummy warm. He dipped his head. ‘I’m thinking that I am definitely going to fuck you at your wedding,’ he said hotly into her ear.
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‘Ron!’
Ron turned around and saw Harry standing in the kitchen with him. He was thankfully now fully dressed. ‘What do you want, Harry?’ he said angrily.
‘Look, it’s not like it was easy,’ Harry said, his voice taking on the same hostile tone.
‘What wasn’t? Shacking up with Malfoy? Looked like you two were having a pretty great time!’
‘Ron,’ Harry said again. ‘I—how was I supposed to tell you?’ Ron shook his head. ‘What, just quickly over lunch, “By the way, you know how Hermione is shagging Malfoy, guess what, I am too?”’
‘That would have been better than me finding out like that,’ Ron said, still trying to get the image out of his mind. ‘How long has this been going on?’
Harry ran a hand through his hair. ‘Months,’ he said. ‘Since, er…since Ginny and I had that fight.’
Finally, it all clicked. ‘That was what the fight was about?’ Harry nodded bashfully. ‘So, you shagged Malfoy and Ginny got upset? How did you get her to forgive you?’
‘It wasn’t exactly that,’ Harry said, and then explained to Ron what had happened in the foyer, and then him muttering the wrong name in bed, and then the conclusion that they had finally come to in order to stay together.
Ron shook his head. ‘But I thought you loved her,’ he said.
‘I do!’ Harry said forcefully. ‘I love Ginny so much.’
‘But?’ Ron knew there was a but.
‘Fuck me,’ Harry sighed. ‘But I think—I think I love—’
Ron huffed. ‘Oh, don’t actually fucking say it. Please?’ he whined.
Harry’s eyes met his best friend’s with a slight smile. ‘I won’t,’ he said. ‘But it’s true.’
‘Fuck’s sake,’ Ron muttered and sighed, his anger dissolving. ‘Well, haven’t we all turned into a bunch of fucking nutters.’
Harry smiled and then gave a nervous laugh and walked over to Ron to give him a hug. ‘I’m really, really sorry that you found out that way, Ron. I should have sucked it up and said something sooner, but I—I was afraid of how you’d react.’
‘Why? Because it’s Malfoy? Or because you seem to really like his arse?’
Harry laughed. ‘Both?’ he said with a shrug.
Ron sighed. ‘Look, I really don’t care about either. What I care about is our friendship, and it would have been nice to know about it so that you didn’t have to lie to us about being sick, and I didn’t have to walk in and actually see you fucking the blonde git.’
Harry smiled again as the door to Hermione’s room opened and Hermione and Malfoy both appeared from inside. Malfoy looked at Harry and then Ron and then sighed dramatically. ‘Fuck’s sake, I might as well get all this all out at once.’
He strode over to Harry and pushed him against the wall and Ron was about to intervene when Malfoy kissed Harry hard and then pulled back. ‘Listen, you’re not my boyfriend, alright, and this is the only time I’ll utter these words, but I love you Potter, okay?’
Ron’s mouth gaped at the same time as Harry’s and then Malfoy was kissing him again and Harry moaned against the taller body. ‘Love you too,’ he uttered out and this made Malfoy groan and kiss him harder.
Ron looked at Hermione, who was watching them with a smile on her face and tears in her eyes, and though he couldn’t quite understand how she was so okay with one of her lovers shagging Harry, he could tell that she was happy about this turn of events.
Malfoy pulled away from Harry. ‘Stay there,’ he commanded. ‘And you,’ he said, turning on Ron.
‘Please don’t confess you have feelings for me, as well,’ Ron said and backed up a step. Malfoy looked at him in confusion and then gave a chuckle at the sarcasm.
‘No,’ he said, shaking his head and then looking at Hermione before turning back to him. ‘You better take care of her, okay,’ he said while pointing a finger at Ron.
‘Honestly?’ Ron said, pushing the finger back. ‘I’m more afraid of her than you, so your threats are a bit redundant.’
Again, Malfoy chuckled lightly. ‘Touché,’ he said. ‘But she does have a lot of people that love and care for her, and we Slytherins are much more liberal with things that she might find morally questionable.’
Ron nodded in reluctant agreement and said, ‘I don’t plan on ever hurting her, and she will have my permission to continue her relationship with you all after we’re married.'
Malfoy nodded curtly in appreciation and then turned back to Harry and grabbed his hand. ‘Come on, Potter, we’ve got unfinished business.’
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Hermione had learned her lesson about wording with Malfoy.
She had just been thoroughly shagged and was now lying in Astoria’s bed with her, Blaise and Pansy the following evening. She had thought about sending an owl but she wanted to tell them face to face. She let out a breath. ‘I…need to tell you all something.’
They all looked at her and she let out a groan, not sure why she was so nervous. She wasn’t sure how they would react, hoping that it was less angrily as Draco, but he had found out in entirely the wrong way.
‘What is it, love?’ Astoria asked, rubbing a hand down her arm.
‘This will not change anything that I have with you all, I still love you so much, but I—I’ve agreed to marry Ron.’
They each looked at each other and then back at her and Pansy asked, ‘But why?’
‘Quite a few reasons,’ she said. ‘Friendship and companionship. When I’m not here, when I’m at the flat with him, it’s nice to not be alone, you know? Someone to talk to.’
‘That’s understandable,’ Astoria said softly.
‘It will also make it easier for me to be with you all,’ she said. ‘A married woman spending time with other married people will create less gossip than a single witch.’
‘Though that seems logical,’ Blaise countered. ‘You know that if you marry him that he can decide if you are still able to be with us or not. Husbands have to give their express permission for a witch to sleep with another, or others.’
‘I know,’ Hermione said. ‘It’s archaic and misogynistic, but we’ve already spoken about it and he’s agreed to give that permission.’
‘But what if he doesn’t keep his word?’ Pansy asked. ‘Do you really trust him?’
Hermione looked at Pansy and said, ‘Yes, I do. I believe that he is doing this for the same reasons that I am. And anyways, do you really think I would let him survive long if he tried to forcibly keep me away from you?’
They all gave a smile and chuckle at that.
‘I also—want a family, you know? Children, and a home eventually. He wants that as well.’
Astoria smiled and rolled over on top of her. ‘We love you, Hermione. We want you to be happy. If that is what will make you happy and if we can still be with you, then I am happy for you,’ Blaise and Pansy murmured their agreement as well. ‘Does Draco know?’
Hermione nodded sheepishly. ‘He found out last night by accident. He was quite upset but I’ve convinced him that it's for the best.’
‘Perfect,’ Blaise said. ‘Then we’re all agreed. As long as he doesn’t hurt you, we won’t hurt him.’
‘But if he does…’ Pansy said, leaving it at that and Hermione smiled.
‘He won’t,’ she said and sighed as Astoria kissed her.
‘Hermione,’ Pansy said in a questioning voice and Hermione looked up at her. ‘Can Astoria and I design your dress robes?’
Hermione smiled widely and nodded enthusiastically. ‘Of course, I would love that.’
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It was a Sunday, and Harry had just arrived back home after spending a few hours with Ron and Hermione, having had lunch and then gone to the cinema together.
He shrugged off his jacket and hung it up by the door and then headed up the stairs. He was only about halfway up when he heard the moaning coming from the room that Ginny had been sleeping in since they had moved back in together. Though they still shagged occasionally, they had found that they actually preferred sleeping separately—especially with Ginny’s sleep often being interrupted by her now very pregnant belly, and Harry’s often being interrupted by a certain blonde.
Harry had assumed that Ginny would stop sleeping with others when she was now nearing her due date, but she had passionately informed him that sex was actually very good for helping the labour to come on quicker.
‘Oh fuck, Ginny, that’s amazing.’ Harry heard the voice coming from her room and then heard Ginny mumble something unintelligible. ‘Is this what you wanted, babe?’
Harry was sure that he knew the voice as he stepped a bit closer, but he was a bit confused, as he was sure that Dean Thomas was currently dating—
‘Don’t think she can answer you with a cock in her mouth, Deany,’ came the unmistakable Irish accent of Dean’s boyfriend.
Harry reached the door which was sitting slightly ajar and looked in. From the door, he could see Ginny on her hands and knees with Dean Thomas slamming into her from behind. He couldn’t see her top half, but didn’t need much imagination to picture what she was doing to Seamus.
Harry wasn’t sure why it was turning him on so much to see his pregnant wife being fucked by two other men, but he found his cock stirring in his trousers and suddenly he needed to see more—see what she was doing to Seamus.
He opened the door a bit further and flinched when the hinges gave a squeak. Ginny and Dean didn’t seem to notice, but when Harry looked up, now able to see Seamus leaning back against the pillows with his hand on the back of Ginny’s head, he made eye contact with the Irishman, who just gave him a cheeky grin and pushed Ginny’s head down further onto his cock. ‘That’s it,’ he said, still looking at Harry. ‘Take my whole cock, babe.’
Harry nearly groaned, but he didn’t want to show them how turned on he was watching this. He didn’t want to join in, and he sure as hell didn’t want to just stand here and wank, but he was enjoying watching the show. He wondered quickly how Ginny was able to take Seamus’s whole cock when she wasn’t able to take Harry’s, but his question was quickly answered when she pulled off of Seamus for a moment to lick up some excess saliva and Harry could see that the cock she was currently blowing was several inches shorter than Harry’s own. He gave a silent chuckle at that.
A sensual voice came from just behind Harry’s ear. ‘And what are you laughing about?’
This time Harry did groan as he felt strong arms wrap around his waist and a blond head tuck into his neck. He gave a strained whisper and said, ‘Seamus’s cock.’
Draco looked up from Harry’s neck and into the bedroom in front of them, obviously having failed to notice what was happening before now. He gave a smirk and then opened the door further and cleared his throat loudly. The three participants of the bedroom looked at him and then to Harry. ‘Nice pull, Mrs Potter,’ Draco said with wink and Ginny looked between the two men in her bed, embarrassed.
‘Er, thanks,’ she said. Dean, who had stopped his actions, but now realising that nothing bad was happening, resumed his thrusts into the witch and she gave a loud moan. ‘Enjoy shagging my husband,’ Ginny said offhandedly, dismissing Draco and Harry as she lowered her mouth back over Seamus’s cock.
Draco’s fingers tangled into Harry’s hair and the blonde pulled him back for a passionate kiss. ‘Don’t worry,’ he said softly, not really speaking to Ginny anymore, but more to Harry. ‘I always do.’
But as Draco pulled Harry away to his own bedroom, Harry saw the appreciative looks that the two other wizards gave Malfoy, and Harry quickly reached down and grabbed Draco’s bum, giving it a fondle that made it clear to the others that this arse was his.
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‘Harry!’
Harry groaned and opened his eyes. Malfoy had gone home already, it being Monday tomorrow and them both needing a rest before work tomorrow.
‘Harry! Come here now, please!’
He shot up and rolled out of his bed, throwing on some sweatpants before running over to Ginny’s room. She was alone now, but she was sitting straight up in her bed and her face was red. ‘Harry, I think the baby’s coming!’
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‘Oh, my goodness,’ Hermione gushed, cradling the tiny baby boy in her arms. ‘He’s absolutely beautiful.’
Ginny, who was sitting in her hospital bed, smiled at her husband and then Hermione and Ron. ‘He was a bit quicker than we thought. Barely made it to the hospital, didn’t we Harry?’
‘There were a few panicked moments,’ he agreed, giving her a kiss on the forehead.
Hermione looked at Ron and he had the same smile on his face, looking down at the adorable baby in Hermione’s arms.
‘So, what have you named my nephew then?’ Ron asked, putting his finger by the baby’s fist, its fingers curling and tightening around his digit.
Harry smiled at Ginny and then turned back to them. ‘James,’ he said. ‘James Sirius Potter.’
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Hermione lay back against Ron on the sofa in their flat. They had just put a film on and she had thrown a blanket over herself as he had pulled her back against his chest. She found that lying against him with his arm around her shoulder was comforting and…nice.
She turned and looked towards the telly, but it was a film that she had seen several times before and she wasn’t really that interested. Instead, she looked back up at Ron’s face, inspecting him for a bit. She couldn’t believe that in a few months she was marrying him. It was odd, as it wasn’t in any sense the traditional sort of marriage that she had always assumed that she would have with him, but at the same time she was happy that it was him that she would be starting a home and a family with. He was sweet and caring, though a bit of a knob sometimes, and really they had argued much less after realising that they just couldn’t satisfy the other sexually and had their needs met elsewhere.
He looked down at her and caught her looking and gave her a smile and leaned down to press his lips against hers. It was soft and gentle, and like his hug it was comforting and embracing and calming, and then he pulled away. They had begun these platonic kisses several weeks ago and Hermione had found that she quite liked them. She knew that Ron would never be like either Draco or Blaise or Charlie in bed, would never be able to take her like she needed, but the comforting embrace of his hugs or kisses gave her that hit of endorphins that she needed to feel loved and needed by him.
‘How are things with Daphne then?’ Hermione asked, calmly, still looking up at him.
He shrugged. ‘Fine,’ he said. ‘They’re getting married the week before us.’
‘And you think Theodore will still let you see her?’ she asked.
‘I don’t think he’s got the bollocks to stop her, to be honest,’ he said with a slight grin.
‘Is that another dig at his size?’ Hermione asked with an answering grin.
He shook his head with a chuckle. ‘I told you, I’m not telling you.’
‘Come on, Ron. I’m curious. I mean, how small can a cock be?’
He raised an eyebrow and then moved her to sit up. ‘Tit for tat,’ he said.
She raised an eyebrow back at him. ‘You’ve already seen my tits, Ron.’
He chuckled. ‘I mean, tell me about someone else, and I’ll tell you about him.’
‘Like who?’ she asked.
‘I don’t know? Zabini? Malfoy? Charlie?’
‘What do you want to know?’ she asked. ‘If you’re bigger than them?’
Ron shook his head. ‘Honestly don’t really care,’ he said. ‘I know I’m not small, but I guess, what’s so good about Malfoy, you know? That he has both you and Harry practically salivating over him.’
Hermione shrugged. ‘It’s not just the size. I mean, he’s actually not as long as you are, but he is thicker. And he’s just—I don’t know, intense? That’s maybe not the right word. He’s devoted. He knows what he has and wants to use it to make anyone he can feel good. He's rough, but in a good way. He tests the limits but doesn't cross them. And fuck—the look in his eyes when he's...’
Hermione’s breath caught a little talking about it. She was actually turning herself on talking about Draco’s ability in bed, and really wanted to see him now.
She looked at Ron, who was silent, but seemed like he was thinking it over. ‘Is that enough for you?’ she asked.
‘What about the girls?’ he asked. ‘Astoria and Pansy? What do they give you? Are they rough like he is?’
Hermione bit her lip, not sure why Ron wanted to know this, but she felt like it was right for him to know. ‘They can be rough sometimes, but not like Draco. And, I mean, he’s not always rough. Sometimes he can be gentle, but he knows that it’s not what makes me come really strongly. But for some reason with Astoria and Pansy, it doesn’t have to be rough for me to come like that. They just—I mean, they obviously know their way around a female body and know what to do.’
Ron’s breath was getting a bit shallower, and Hermione felt strangely turned on explaining sex with her partners to him.
‘Blaise’s cock is about the same as yours,’ she continued. ‘But it’s his words. When he talks, he weighs every word and how it will affect who he’s with and each one turns me on even more. He likes to describe what he’s doing or what he’s going to do me or the others. It’s so sinful coming from his lips.’
Ron breathed heavily. ‘He doesn’t seem all that talkative to me.’
Hermione smiled lightly. ‘Maybe that’s why it’s such a turn on. He doesn’t really talk too much outside of the bedroom.’
Ron gave a chuckle. ‘And Charlie?’
‘This is a lot more tit than your tat,’ she said.
‘Just tell me,’ he said, his voice a bit strained.
‘He takes charge, over everyone, even Draco. Everyone listens to him. He’s just—an alpha,’ she said. ‘Maybe it’s because he has to be that way with the dragons, but when he says something, you just listen. I don’t think I would have done half the things I have done if he hadn’t suggested them originally. I know I definitely wouldn’t have done any bum stuff,’ she said softly. ‘But he didn’t really ask, just sort of told me I was going to do it, and I do actually quite enjoy it.’
She looked sheepishly back up at him, and his expression was a bit shocked at this admission. ‘Sorry, that was probably a bit much.’
‘You think so?’ he asked, but shifted in the seat as if he was a bit uncomfortable and they were both silent for several moments.
‘So?’ she finally asked. ‘What about Nott?’
He cleared his throat and then grinned and held his pinkie finger up to her, bending it slightly.
She looked at it and her eyes widened, looking at him questioningly.
‘To be honest, that’s being generous,’ he said with a laugh.
‘Oh, my goodness,’ she muttered. ‘I didn’t even know that was possible.’
‘Yeah,’ he said, then ran a hand through his hair. ‘Well,’ he coughed slightly. ‘This has been educational, but I—er, I don’t think I’m actually up for watching a film. I think I’m just going to turn in.’
‘Oh,’ she said in surprise. ‘Oh, alright. Goodnight then.’
He stood, facing quickly away from her and then walked to his room and she sat alone on the sofa. She shouldn’t have mentioned the bum stuff as it had obviously made him uncomfortable. She frowned, admonishing herself, but then thinking about Theo Nott’s cock and how tiny it apparently was, she laughed to herself and headed to bed.
Once there, thinking about everything she had mentioned to Ron, she felt herself flush again and her fingers ran down into her knickers to relieve the pressure that her words had created there, not realising that in the room next door, her fiancé was taking care of a similar problem.
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Hermione gave a small twirl in front of the mirror and smiled as the sleek gown shimmered over her body.
‘It’s beautiful,’ she said, running her hands over the material. It wasn’t a normal lacy robe that many witches wore for their weddings. This was a light and beautiful ivory colour with criss-cross shoulders and buttons down the back. It felt like she was barely wearing anything at all.
‘And you haven’t seen the best part yet,’ Pansy said, standing behind her and pulling Hermione’s hips back against hers, making Hermione moan softly. Pansy slid a hand down her side to her thigh and found a split in the material. You couldn’t see it straight away as the two layers overlapped, but when pulled, it created a large slit down the side. Pansy caressed her bare thigh and Hermione groaned. ‘That seems a bit indecent.’
‘It’s not obscene,’ Astoria said. ‘But will make the dress more comfortable for dancing and moving about.’
‘And,’ Pansy said, slipping her hand across her thigh and to the material of Hermione’s knickers. ‘It gives us better access.’
‘Access?’ Hermione asked breathlessly.
Astoria gave a light laugh. ‘Did you really think we were going to let Draco have all the fun?’
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‘I just need to stop in at Gringotts to get some gold out,’ Hermione said, holding Ron’s hand and dragging him towards the wizarding bank. It was the middle of June and they had been out in Diagon Alley, picking up the last of the items that they needed for their wedding at the weekend. When she found herself before one of the goblins, she handed over her key and asked to make a withdrawal.
The goblin looked at the key and down at its ledger. ‘Excuse me a moment,’ it said and then removed itself from the raised platform and walked away.
‘That was strange,’ Hermione said to Ron. ‘I’ve never had an issue before.’ He shrugged.
Several minutes passed before the goblin came back. It slid a larger key across the desk and said, ‘Miss Granger, we’ve upgraded your vault. This is your new key.’
‘Thank you,’ she said, a bit confused. ‘But why has it been upgraded?’
‘It’s bigger,’ the goblin answered.
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‘He’s waiting for you, Miss Granger,’ Humphrey said as Hermione walked up to his desk.
‘Thank you, Humphrey,’ she said and continued her path of trajectory straight towards the large doors, opening one to let herself into Malfoy’s office.
She walked up to his desk and shoved a bit of parchment in front of him. ‘What is this?’ she asked heatedly.
Draco looked up at her, then to the parchment and took it from her. ‘A deposit slip from Gringotts?’ he asked.
‘From MZE,’ she said. ‘For almost seven hundred thousand Galleons?’
He sighed. ‘Granger,’ he said. ‘Did you even read your contract?’
‘What do you mean?’ she asked.
‘It’s year-end,’ he said. ‘The accountants have finished the numbers and that is your share of the profits.’
Hermione’s mouth opened unattractively. ‘But it’s…’ she couldn’t finish. Obscene was the only word she could think of.
‘Plenty more where that came from,’ he said, seemingly bored with the conversation and looking back down onto his parchments in front of him. ‘But hopefully it will mean you can have a nice honeymoon.’
She gave an involuntary smile. She and Ron had decided to go away somewhere nice for their honeymoon. Even though they did not plan on consummating their marriage any time soon, it was as good an excuse as any for a nice trip abroad. Not that either of them were skint, as Hermione made very generous wages despite this bonus, and Ron was doing very well for himself with George at the shop.
‘This is still a ridiculous number of Galleons,’ she said finally.
He looked back up at her. ‘You’ve created a better version of something that witches all around the world will use indefinitely. You’ve made it easier, cheaper and more accessible for them, and you deserve to be rewarded for your efforts.’
‘Thank you,’ she said, quietly.
‘Are you looking forward to Saturday?’ he asked, a slight smirk on his face.
She gave him a wry smile. ‘Yes, I am actually. We’ve planned it to be quite the party and I’m happy to get to see all my friends and family.’
‘Excellent, Granger.’ Then he frowned. ‘I’m still going to be able to call you Granger, aren’t I? I don’t think I could call you Mrs Weasley,’ he said, shuddering at the thought.
Hermione smiled. ‘No,’ she said. ‘I’m keeping my name. Though as previously mentioned, I wouldn’t mind you calling me by my given name.’
He smirked. ‘Where’s the fun in that?’
She shook her head, knowing it was futile to argue with him on this. And she honestly didn’t mind him calling her Granger as it was more of an endearment now. And sometimes, in the heat of passion, when he was deep inside her and lost to his lust, he would say her name, moaning out the four syllables, and it always made her come harder than ever when she heard him utter it and she knew that if he said it all the time, then it would lose its effect in those moments.
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Hermione sighed and dropped her shoulders as she was ushered by a big, strong hand across her lower back through a door and into a lushly decorated room that bore a wooden sign with glittery golden writing on it spelling out the words, ‘Honeymoon Suite.’
He brought her over to stand next to the bed and then, still behind her, lowered his lips to ghost over her shoulder. ‘Ron,’ she breathed out. ‘What are you—’ she started.
‘Hermione,’ he said softly, reaching his hands up to the buttons on the back of her wedding dress, while keeping his lips on her shoulder. ‘I’m just helping you out of your dress robes,’ he said. ‘You’re not going to sleep in them, are you?’
Hermione sighed and moved her head to the side, letting him continue.
He slowly moved his lips up to her ear while continuing to undo her buttons, and said in a hot whisper, ‘You fucked them today, didn’t you?’
Hermione stiffened and turned her head towards him, but he held the back of her dress and kept her turned away from him. ‘Ron, what—’
‘I’m not upset, Hermione,’ he said, gently kissing her shoulder again. ‘Afterall, that was part of the arrangement.’ Hermione nodded ‘So?’ he asked, moving his hands back to her buttons.
‘Yes,’ she said.
‘All of them?’
She nodded.
‘Tell me how,’ he said with a husky voice and she moaned but shook her head. He slipped one of his hands into the back of her dress to reach around to her hip, using it to pull her back against him and he brought his lips back to her ear. ‘Tell me how, on our wedding day, surrounded by our closest friends and family, you were able to shag five different people,’ he said with a bit more force and she whimpered. ‘Who was first?’
‘Charlie,’ she bit out and she felt Ron smile against her neck.
‘Cheeky Charlie,’ he laughed darkly. ‘How?’ he asked. ‘Describe it to me.’
Hermione felt herself flush, with arousal and embarrassment. Why was Ron doing this? Why did he want to know? She felt him move against her bottom and gasped as she felt him hard against her lower back. Was talking about fucking her partners on their wedding day turning him on?
‘While I was getting ready, before the ceremony,’ she said a bit breathlessly. ‘He told Ginny that he needed a few minutes alone to…give me some advice.’
He kissed her neck again. ‘How did he do it?’
Hermione moaned. Was this turning her on? ‘He pushed me forward onto the dressing table and—and took me from behind.’ Ron groaned. ‘And,’ she continued. ‘He pulled my hair back to make me look at him in the mirror as he did it.’
‘Oh, fuck Hermione, that’s so hot,’ he moaned, licking her neck as she shivered. ‘Who was next?’
‘Blaise,’ she moaned. Ron’s hand pushed at her dress, making it fall down around her waist.
‘Where?’ Ron asked.
‘In the gardens,’ she said softly. ‘He took me into one of the sitting areas hidden in the big hedges and—’
‘And?’
‘He er…made me suck him off for a bit,’ she said softly. ‘And then he sat on one of the benches and I—I rode his cock until we both came.’
Ron hissed against her shoulder, squeezing her hip again. ‘You’re getting better at this.’
‘Ron, what is this?’ she asked breathlessly.
He pushed his hips against her back again so she could feel his hard cock against her back. ‘I don’t want to fuck you, Hermione, but it—Merlin, it turns me on to hear about you getting fucked so many ways,’ he said. He slipped his fingers into the front of her dress and straight down into her knickers to her sopping cunt and smiled. ‘And it’s turning you on, too.’
‘But—’ she moaned out.
‘Please just let me…’ he didn’t finish what he was saying but pressed a finger against her clit and her hips bucked forward from the shock of it.
‘Ron!’ she cried out in a mixture of pleasure and indignation.
‘It was the girls next, wasn’t it?’ he bit out against her ear. ‘I saw them take you to the dressing rooms.’
Hermione nodded and leaned back into Ron’s chest as he began strumming his finger over her clit, his other arm around her waist. ‘They took turns with their tongues and fingers on my—on my cunt and they pushed my dress down so that they could play with my tits as well. Pansy loves to bite my nipples—and nip my clit.’ Ron groaned again in her ear, bringing his hand up from around her waist to pinch one of her exposed nipples. Hermione sighed. ‘Astoria’s gentler usually but loves to shove her fingers into me while she’s licking me.’
Ron was now grinding his cock against her lower back as he pinched her nipple and circled her clit with a strong finger. ‘And Malfoy?’ he asked breathlessly.
‘Under the head table,’ she whimpered, feeling herself getting closer to the edge. ‘He tied my arms above my head to one of the table legs,’ she moaned and heard Ron groan in response, ‘And then filled me with his perfect cock.’ She was close, so close and her hips were undulating against Ron’s fingers. She could hear him breathing heavily against her neck. ‘And whispered the filthiest things into my ear as he fucked me so good and I came…so—hard!’ She threw her head back onto Ron’s shoulder and screamed out as she came, shuddering against her husband’s body. She heard him moan loudly as he jerked against her back.
They both panted, trying to get their breath back and then Hermione blushed in mortification and moved away from him, hiding her face in her hands and throwing herself forward onto the bed.
She felt the bed dip down next to her and Ron’s hand on the over-sensitised skin of her back.
‘Hermione, that was incredible,’ he said. ‘Please don’t be embarrassed.’
She peeked out at him and shook her head. ‘That was humiliating.’
‘How so?’ he asked gently. ‘Hermione, we’re married now and even though I know you want to be with them, if you want children, then we are going to have to shag again at some point,’ he said with a joking tone in his voice and she looked up at him and gave a small laugh.
‘Obviously,’ she said.
‘I just want to know how to make you feel good, Hermione,’ he said. ‘When it comes to it, I want to make it as enjoyable for you as possible.’
She smiled at him, actually feeling a strong pull in her heart towards him for thinking about it that way. When they did start trying for children, she didn’t want it to just be sex for the sake of reproduction and he had actually made her come quite strongly there—even if it was while she was talking about shagging the others. But if that’s what it took, then she was happy to give it a try. ‘Thank you, Ron,’ she said. ‘That’s actually really sweet.’
He smiled and gave her a kiss. ‘I just want you to be happy.’
‘I am,’ she said. ‘I really am.’
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And for two years—almost to the day—Hermione was happy. Absolutely, contentedly, impossibly happy.
She was sitting with her legs in a basket on her favourite cushy chair reading a book and Ron was sitting on the sofa reading through the day’s Daily Prophet. It was a warm summer’s afternoon. A day that didn’t happen nearly enough in England. A day that you wouldn’t think that your life would change forever.
There was suddenly a loud and desperate knocking on the door of the flat. ‘Granger! Open the door, now!’
Hermione shot up from the chair and looked at Ron, who also looked confused and surprised. She ran over to the door and Draco Malfoy, looking much paler than usual, stood on the other side, raising his hand as if he was about to knock again. ‘Come with me,’ he said in a desperate and panicked voice.
‘Where?’ Hermione asked.
‘St Mungo’s,’ he said. ‘It’s…it’s Astoria.’
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