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Mugs Revisted
By Rin

Rating: NC-17

Summary: Revisit Mugs with Hermione, Percy, and Oliver for a whole new adventure!
Co-starring Draco Malfoy and Pansy Parkinson, Marcus Flint and Blaise Zabini, Harry Potter, Ronald Weasley and their own prospective dance partners! Take heed ladies and gentlemen for a new night of merriment and sexual debauchery is at hand!

Disclaimer: Don't own "’em, don't sue, no money.

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"Merlin's beard, Malfoy," Blaise said as the group climbed out of the limousine. "I can not believe I let you talk me into this." Blaise moved aside to allow the others to climb out. Pansy stumbled onto the street as she tripped on the cobblestones. Blaise, stepping away from her, brushed her hands over the black velvet of her dress, smoothing it over her shapely hips and pulling the top just so, to reveal the right amount of cleavage.

"Move it Parkinson," growled a low voice from the shadows of the car. "I would like to get out in this century." A long leg appeared from inside, covered in ripped black denim, followed by the rest of the muscled body of Marcus Flint. Watching him adjust his clothing. The torn denim showed just enough flesh to tempt a person to touch, while the black shirt was unbuttoned, hanging completely open, showing a smooth and muscled chest that Blaise just wanted to lick. "Blaise, come here."

"Since when did you mistake me for your lap dog, Flint?" Blaise replied, her eyes glinting darkly. "They don't call me my father's daughter for fun." She made sure that none of the lust she was feeling at that moment colored her voice.

"As I'm sure we're all away of, Blaise," Draco drawled as he climbed out of the vehicle. Draco was dressed in his typical outfit of black on black. The black jeans clinging to his legs like silk while the velvet top, ripped strategically, was showing hints of the pale flesh underneath. Closing the door he tapped his hand on the roof, signaling the driver to pull away and started toward the main entrance into the club. "Come on, don't just stand there and gape."

Pansy, not wanting to be left behind, rushed up and slid her arm through Draco's. He sneered at her in disgust and shook his head. Turning, he offered his other arm to Blaise, who accepted with a calculated look. "Better watch yourself Flint, you might be going home by yourself tonight." Draco's snide laughter was quickly cut short by Blaise's quiet remark.

"Why ever would that be, Draco? Trust me, I don't intend to go home with you. I've been in your bed, remember? Marcus has the stamina to match me, unlike you." Pulling her arm free, she stepped aside and waited for Marcus to join her.

Once he had taken her arm, they walked up to the front door, which was opened quickly for them, much to the shouted protests of other patrons still waiting in line. "That's what they get for not coming in style," Draco sneered.

"That's one thing I'll hand to you Draco. You certainly know how to make an entrance." Blaise stopped speaking as they entered the club. Schooling her face, she stared around the club with a look of bored disinterest on her face. Glancing away from her cursory view of the dance floor, she turned her eyes again in that direction and gasped in shock. "It can't be."

“What is it, Blaise?" Marcus' voice growled into her ear, breathing heat down her neck as she watched the dance floor. "Oh, I see. This could prove to be interesting." Marcus growled out the last, leaning in closer and running his tongue up Blaise's neck to just behind her ear, causing her to shiver in anticipation.

"Don't tell me you're still hung up on that damnable Quidditch player," Draco said from beside them.

"Well, at least he isn't trying to bed a mudblood witch who thinks she's better than everyone," Blaise said with a smirk of her own. "I figured that you're father would have talked some sense in to you about that."

"Shut up, Blaise," Pansy said tartly. She was looked like the only thing she wanted toat tat that moment was climb into Draco's pants.

"Go soak your pants somewhere else Pansy," Blaise said sweetly. Walking away from the group, she made her way to the bar. Marcus watched her stalk across the room to the crowded bar, the people seeming to move apart for her like water. She was the master of things like this.

As she stalked back towards him, he watched her stop and smile demurely at a couple of men. Beginning to walk again, she sipped from her wineglass, locking eyes with Marcus as she did so. Shivering, he knew that if there was one witch who could mesmerize him with her eyes it was Blaise. Turning from he heated gaze, he glanced again at the dance floor and sneered when he saw Oliver dancing with none other than Percy Weasely.

"Wood and Weasely," he spat. He felt Blaise press her arm against his. He turned and saw the drink in her hand for him. Taking the dark drink from her he raised it to his mouth and tossed half of it back in one quick swallow. "I'll be right back."

Without another word, Marcus headed for the dance floor, gliding like a cat through the throng of sweating and writhing bodies. Passing by two men dancing together, he ran his hand across the backside of the taller of the two and grinned as the other turned to smile at him.

If Marcus had been paying better attention, he would have noticed that the man's dance partner used to be a certain Boy Who Lived, now a man himself. Harry, seeing where Marcus was headed, turned to Ron who was watching as well. Glancing back toward Marcus, who had now stopped and was watching them dance, Harry noticed that Hermione was absent. "Oh no, this is going to get ugly," he said under his breath. At that moment, Oliver raised his head from Percy's neck and locked eyes with Marcus.

"Harry! What do you think's going to happen?" Ron's voice was loud and clear in his ear, tinted with an edge of apprehension. Harry began to glance around the club, almost as if sensing out other trouble spots. It wasn't long before he found Draco, Pansy, and Blaise, winding their way through the crowd toward Marcus. Draco was smirking, as usual. Pansy looked like she was about to start jumping up and down while clapping her hands. Blaise on the other hand, looked like a queen enjoying a rather dark amusement of her own devising.

Just then, Percy noticed Oliver had stopped dancing and turned to see what had attracted his attention. Coming face to face with Marcus Flint, Percy flinched involuntarily into Oliver's chest. Just then, the music came to a slow lull and what was said could be heard by all in the immediate vicinity, which included Harry, Ron, their dance partners, and the three other Slytherins. "Well, well, well—if it isn't Wood and his perfect Percy."

"What do you want, Flint?" Oliver asked, his voice carrying clearly thr the the small space.

"Oh, nothing really. I just have a question." Marcus held out his hands in front of him, in a placating manner.

"Fine, ask your question then crawl back into your cave," Oliver said calmly.

"Certainly. The thing I've always wanted to know is which of the two of you is the bitch in this relationship?" Percy's eyes flew wide as he stared at Flint. Oliver's hardened as he moved to step around Percy.

Just then, a hand closed on his arm, stopping him in motion. Turning to see who was trying to restrain him, he saw Hermione standing behind him while smiling up at him. Stepping aside, knowing what she was thinking, he turned back to Marcus and smiled.

"What? Is that smile supposed to be your answer Wood?" Marcus was sneering around the room, enjoying his little show. Draco and Pansy were snickering loudly while Blaise was smiling softly.

"No, Flint. That wasn't his answer, but since you obviously feel the need to know the answer to your vulgar query. Neither of them is the bitch," Hermione said quietly, her voice carrying clearly to the small group now watching the show. Harry and Ron winced as she opened her mouth to speak again. They knew what was coming. "I am."

"What?" Marcus turned back to the trio, staring in obvious confusion for a moment before realization came to him. "Well, well, well. this is most unexpected. But, I tell you what, Granger. Why don't you come with me and I can show you how a real wizard treats a witch. Wood here probably just rides you like he does his broomstick and Weasely wouldn't know the first thing to do with a woman."

"Hm, interesting offer Flint. But, I think I'll hold off on it for right now. Oliver and Percy are more than man enough to fulfill my…needs as a woman." Hermione finished her reply with a winning smile, her eyes twinkling with malicious glee.

At that moment, a very confused and frustrated Draco Malfoy found his voice. "What?! But, with a Weasely? He can't be that good!"

Turning her attention to Draco, Hermione cocked her head to one side and sighed. "Oh don't be too sure about that Draco, you haven't been with both of them, I have. And let me tell you, it's heavenly."

Marcus growled in disgust and feinted toward Hermione. Instantly Oliver was in front of her, his hand reaching toward his sleeve where his wand was hidden. Percy was just a scant second later standing next to Oliver, his head held high. "You wanted to try something Flint?"

Marcus sneered at Oliver and turned to glare at Percy before turning and skulking away. As he stormed off, he could be heard calling for Blaise to come with him, that they were leaving.

Turning toward Hermione, Oliver grinned and swung her up into his arms, kissing her soundly while Percy laughed with delight. Harry saw Draco glaring at the trio while trying to fend of Pansy. Grinning at Ron, he excused himself from his dance partner and walked over to the other man. "So, Draco just can't tear your eyes away can you?"

"What business is it of yours Potter?" Draco glared at Harry before finally giving Pansy a rough shove. "Sod off, slut."

"Draco Malfoy! How dare you call me that? Just wait until my father finds out about this." Pansy turned and stormed off, resembling the spoiled brat she was in full view.

"My father is the one who called her that first," Draco muttered under his breath. Looking up from straightening his clothes, he noticed Harry snickering. "Find something funny Potter?"

"Yes actually. I find it highly amusing that the only woman you can find, willing to jump into your bed is none other than, Pansy Parkinson, Slut of Slytherin," Harry told him, grinning even wider. It was then that Draco noticed Ron was laughing behind Harry as well as a man and woman he didn't recognize.

"What business is it of yours Scar Head?" Draco was getting flustered now; he could see Hermione dancing once again with Oliver and Percy, this time between the two of them. The more he watched her move, the more jealous he became. He still couldn't believe that she was sleeping with both of them.

Without saying another word, Draco turned and walked away from the dance floor, not looking back. If he had looked back, he would have seen Pansy slinking along behind him toward the door.

Harry turned back to the three behind him and grinned. Walking over to the man he had been dancing with, he reached up and grabbed him around the neck, pulling him close and kissing him soundly, much to the shock of Draco, who had turned back to glare at him.

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Outside the club, Draco headed directly for the limousine. He hadn't made it halfway there when he heard Pansy come up behind him. "What, leaving without me Draco," she asked, her voice full of scorn.

"I've had enough ‘entertainment' for one night, Parkinson. I'm going home." Draco had reached the car now and reached for the door, pulling it open roughly only to find his way barred by Marcus's bare arm.

"Sod off Malfoy. We're busy in here." Marcus leaned out of the car far enough to grab the door and pull it shut, but not before Draco noticed Blaise's bare chest and Marcus's equally bare legs, on which Blaise was sitting.

Stopping the motion with a shove of his hand, Draco glared at Marcus. "Ah, you may be busy in there, but this is my father's car. So I suggest you find somewhere else to snog your girlfriend."

Marcus barked out a laugh, echoed by Blaise. "We're not dating Malfoy, just using each other for sex. Merlin! Are you really that dense?" Not waiting for Draco's to answer; Marcus grabbed the door again and pulled it closed. Before Draco could reach for the door again, the great black car pulled away from the curb and headed down the street.

"Flint! I'll get your for this," Draco yelled after the car. Furious, he turned around and came face to face with Pansy, who was standing there staring dumbfounded at the retreating car. "Get out of my way!"

Pansy, quickly recovering from the sight she had just seen, stepped out of Draco's path, smiling slyly. "Where are you going Draco? Why don't we just apparate home?"

"Oh sure, Parkinson. We'll just apparate right here, in the middle of muggle London. How bloody brilliant you are tonight!" Draco's voice dripped disdain as he regard Pansy down his nose.

"Fine, have it your way," Pansy said. Smiling at him one last time, she turned and headed down the street, toward a small park filled with trees. "I hope you find a safe way home. Good night!"

Draco watched as she walked into the park and apparated home. Growling his displeasure, he stormed across the street and into the park. Coming to stop beneath a large oak tree, he muttered the spell and focused on the manor house, feeling the inward pull of his insides, similar to that of a port key and was instantly home.

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Inside the car, Marcus reached up and pulled Blaise's head down. His mouth claimed hers, his tongue demanding entrance. He kissed her deeply and roughly before reaching up and spreading her legs apart. Running his hand up her thigh, he found her already wet and ready for him. Pulling her closer to him, he pushed upward, forcing himself into her.

Blaise gasped and shuddered above him, running her fingernails down his chest in reply. The driver was completely unaware of their actions so he continued driving through the countryside, heading toward the Zabini estate. Marcus leaned forward claiming one of her breasts between his lips. He bit down on her nipple slightly, feeling it harden under his tongue.

Blaise was close, he could tell, she was gasping loudly and beginning to move faster against him. He felt her tighten around him as she climaxed, pulling him over the edge. Throwing his head back, he grunted loudly and began to drive himself into her deeper and harder, feeling her buck against him. Thrusting one last time, he shouted as bliss overtook him and he floated on it for a moment, feeling Blaise collapse against his chest, running her tongue up his neck in one, long, smooth motion.

Reaching his ear, she bit him gently on the lobe and whispered, "I hope you've more were that came from, because I'm just getting warmed up."

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Stepping out of the alleyway, Oliver started down the street for their flat, Hermione and Percy following behind him. Turning to glance back at them over his shoulder, he saw them with their heads bent in hushed conversation. Stopping, he turned and regarded them with a quirked eyebrow. "What are you two up to?"

Stopping and staring at him owlishly, both began to grin at him, causing Oliver to shift uneasily. He didn't like this, not in the least. Hermione smiled as she shook her head. "Nothing. Oliver dear, how many times have we warned you about being so paranoid?"

Percy smothered a laugh as he buried his face in her hair. "Being paranoid around the two of you is the only way I can stay alive." Oliver's sarcastic remark caused Percy to laugh harder, snorting as he tried to contain his hilarity. "You know, Mr. Weasley, you aren't helping matters any."

Raising his head off Hermione's shoulder, Percy wiped his eyes and laughing told Oliver he was sorry. "But, you just looked so cute while you stood there."

"Uh huh, sure." Oliver shook his head and walked away from the pair, who were now howling with laughter in the street. "You might want to hurry, I might just choose to lock you out!"

He jumped when he felt Hermione slide her arm around his waist. "You wouldn't lock us out, you know that."

"Yeah right," Oliver grumbled. He reached into his pocket to retrieve his key to the flat as he felt something hot and wet slide up his neck causing him to jump slightly. Glancing over, he saw Hermione lean in and claim his lips in a kiss as Percy came up behind him and began to kiss his neck on the other side of him. "Um—do you think we could do this inside?" Oliver's voice broke as Percy hit a sensitive spot on his neck.

"Oh all right," Hermione said with a pout. Pulling away from him, she pulled out her wand and opened the door with a flick. "There, inside. Now."

Oliver didn't have a chance to more than squawk as he was pushed and pulled into the flat. Before he could even say anything about the rough treatment, he found himself shoved against he wall by a forceful Hermione. Reaching up with her hands, she brought his head down and began kissing him again, teasing his lips with her tongue before ravishing his mouth with a frenzy. He felt Percy come up beside him and didn't protest as he felt his lover's thin, graceful hands begin to remove his clothing.

Hermione pulled away long enough to pull her shirt off, only to have her hands batted away by Percy as she reached for her bra. Grinning with an almost feral look in her eyes, she leaned forward and began to kiss, lick and nibble at Oliver's neck before moving to his chest. As he watched, Percy undid her bra and helped her out of it and then stepped back, beginning to unbutton his own shirt.

Oliver closed his eyes when Hermione began to suckle lightly on his left nipple, causing him to writhe with desire. His pants were too tight. Reaching down, he fumbled with his belt, only to have his hands pushed away. "No. Don't do anything." Hermoine's simple command brought a whimper from his throat as she ran her fingernails across his stomach in light circular motions.

She had often remarked how much she loved his stomach. It was firm and smooth, the faint outline of a six-pack barely visible beneath the well-tanned skin. Reaching down, she began to undo his pants, pushing her hands inside to encircle him, laughing softly as he gasped at the contact.

Opening his eyes, he saw Percy was now nude in front of him. Running his eyes down Percy's pale skin, he marveled at the build Percy had achieved since Oliver had convinced him to begin working out with him. Raking his eyes down Percy's chest, he took in thcs, cs, now firm and proud pushing his light pink nipples forward, the trim stomach, not a six-pack yet but firm nonetheless. Percy's skin was sprinkled liberally with freckles and a fine dusting of red hair ran from his navel down his body to meet with his pubic hair, just a shade darker than the rest of his hair.

Percy was hard, very hard and Oliver longed to touch his lover, to take him into his mouth and revel in the taste of him. He was quickly brought out of his fantasy as Percy reached down and began to stroke himself in long smooth strokes, as he felt Hermione take his own hard and aching erection into her mouth. Licking and nibbling at the hard shaft, she chuckled low in her throat and the moan of pleasure she brought to his lips as he soared in the sensations she was prompting.

Opening his eyes again as she stood up, he barely had time to register being moved to the couch as he was shoved down into the deep cushions. Before he could say anything, Percy's mouth claimed his and he felt the couch shift with more weight. Pulling away from Percy, he glanced down just as Hermione mounted him, throwing her head back to get her hair out of her face. Arching upward, he felt her wet heat envelope him and began to thrust his hips upward.

Percy climbed onto the couch behind her and kissed her from behind as his hands came around to massage her breasts. Oliver watched the two of them kiss as he began to move faster. He closed his eyes, feeling his climax building. Suddenly, he felt an intense warmth on his stomach. Glancing down, he saw Hermione's hand on his stomach, glowing softly. "Wha.."

"Sh," Percy whispered, reaching around her to add his hand to hers. As they both touched his skin, he thought he was going to roast when the heat began to change into sensual warmth that spread through his entire body. As Hermione leaned back and began to move above him, he gasped when he realized what they had done.

Groaning with pleasure, Oliver lost himself to the movements of his body and those of his partners as Hermione moved with him and Percy began to run his hand up and down Oliver's stomach in smooth motions. Oliver began to move faster as he felt the rush of heat flood his body again and again.

After what seemed like forever he began to thrust upward roughly, a small part of his mind knowing the he was most likely hurting Hermione but not caring, he pounded into her as he came with a scream. He heard the shout, not realizing it was him until his head stopped spinning and he started gasping for air.

He felt weight on his chest and opened his eyes to see Hermione, flushed and panting lying against his chest, her hair wet with sweat as she smiled softly at him, kissing his chest. Percy was leaning over them, his arms shaking as he kept himself held up, his face flushed and panting as well. As Oliver glanced down Hermione's back he could see the puddles where Percy had sated himself on her back while in the throes of ecstasy with them.

Hermione grinned at him and then turned to kiss Percy softly on the lips. "It worked."

Percy kissed her back and smiled, glancing at Oliver and grinning. "Yes, it did."

"What worked," Oliver asked, or gasped rather. He was still trying to catch his breath. It was then that he saw the clock on the wall behind them and noticed that it had been almost four hours since they had come through the front door. "You used sex magic didn't you," he asked as the realization struck him.

"Mhmm, we sure did," Hermione said with a sigh.

"What's wrong, Ol? Don't tell me you didn't enjoy it?" Percy was grinning at him as he asked his question.

"Och, I enjoyed it! But, why didn't you tell me?" Oliver was a bit hurt that they hadn't shared this with him before they had done it.

"Well, that's my fault," Hermione said with a smile. She was resting on her arms now, using one of her hands to lazily trace random diagrams on his chest. "I found this old book at the Flourish and Blott's. It has some great spells in it but, in order for them to work properly, the person their being used can't be aware that you're doing them. I hope you don't mind."

"Oh," Oliver said quietly. He thought that he should mind but couldn't bring himself to be cross with either of them, not after that amazing sex they had just had. "So, what else have you got in that book you found?" Oliver grinned at the two of them and reached for Hermione pulling her closer and kissing her soundly as Percy slid in next to them, kissing him on the neck before sleep claimed them.

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