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What a Witch Needs	By : TCardan Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 523823 -:- Recommendations : 21 -:- Currently Reading : 9
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Hi everyone. Thanks to those who have given me some feedback. As I stated in the first chapter, this is my first �adult� fan fiction. And it is also my first one in the Harry Potter section. I have read all the books and seen the movies. I don�t claim to be an expert on Harry Potter but I think I can create an interesting story, so stick with me and see.

This chapter has been added to and revised from the original.
Disclaimer: I make no claim to the characters or places used in this fiction.
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Dinner that evening was awkward to say the least. Harry could see the tension between his two friends and wondered what had happened this afternoon. In fact, he felt a bit miffed that no one had confided in him thus far, but he pretended otherwise. Ron was pushing the food around on his plate, moping, while Hermione kept turning her head in the opposite direction, talking to whomever she could on that side of the table. She was definitely avoiding Ron.

This morning the atmosphere between the two had been a bit on the shy side, but this evening was a whole different vibration. Harry tried to guess what it was: anger, disappointment or a disagreement of some kind. Whatever happened today, it didn�t turn out well. Harry felt caught in the middle, unable to question either of them and trying to avoid the appearance of taking sides.

Ron stood up from the bench before dessert was served and said to Harry, �I�m heading off to the library and getting started on that astronomy map.� Ron glanced at Hermione who still had her head turned, pretending she hadn�t heard his voice. He didn�t wait for Harry to respond as he quickly turned towards the door and strode out.

Hermione, who was aware that Ron had now left, looked down at her plate and sighed. She felt terrible about what happened today and feared that she had ruined one of her closest friendships. Why did these things have to be so complicated?

Harry studied her downcast face and asked, �Hermione, what�s the problem between you and Ron? The tension at this table was thicker than McGonagall�s lesson book.�

Hermione glanced quickly at Harry and then rested her forehead in the palm of her hand, rubbing her temples.

�If you don�t want to tell me�� Harry began.

�No, Harry, I do want to tell you,� Hermione answered. �You�re about the only one I can tell this to.� She looked around at the people sitting nearby. �Let�s go outside and talk.�

They got up and Harry followed her into the foyer and then out the front doors of the castle. She looked about for a place to sit and decided upon the low stone wall that ran along the edges of the courtyard. Harry situated himself a few feet away from her and waited expectantly.

�Harry,� she began, �you know that Ron and I� well� we have liked each other for awhile, don�t you? I mean� as more than just friends?�

Harry couldn�t help but grin at her admission. �Yeah, it was pretty obvious at times.�

She smiled back at him. Hermione had suspected that Harry knew all along, he was a very observant person. Then her face became serious again. �Well, today I found out that it just isn�t going to work between us,� she admitted.

Harry�s smile faded. �Did Ron do something...?�

�No!� She quickly added. �It wasn�t his fault really. It�s me.�

�I don�t get it,� Harry said. �I thought you said you two��

�Let me explain it,� Hermione interrupted. �You see, I wanted to� try some things with him.� She could tell Harry had frozen in shock, even in the dark. �Harry, don�t look that way! We�re not children anymore.�

Harry cleared his throat. �Um� yeah� I know that. Sorry.�

�Well, don�t worry. It didn�t get that far,� she continued. �You see, I thought that I�d feel something� I don�t know� it�s hard to explain. Passion I suppose, yet more than just that. But it just wasn�t there, Harry.�

�You mean like� chemistry or something,� Harry replied. �The chemistry wasn�t there.� Harry felt like a terrible friend, because something inside him was growing very happy about the fact that things went badly for them.

Hermione nodded. �Then I walked away, Harry. I told him it wouldn�t work and I left him there. He probably hates me now. I�ve ruined our friendship!�

Harry knew Ron had zero experience with girls, but did he mess up that badly? He was trying to picture the whole scene in his head, but couldn�t. �He doesn�t hate you, Hermione. Just give it time��

Hermione suddenly grabbed his arm and squeezed it as she hissed, �Shhhhh.�

Harry looked about and saw Malfoy coming out of the castle with his arm around Pansy. They were walking quickly off to the side and down a path that would lead just below the other side of the wall on which Harry and Hermione were sitting. Harry and Hermione were hidden in the dark shadows of the trees above them and sat very still so that they would not be noticed. They didn�t want a round of verbal sparing with Malfoy, not tonight.

They could hear Pansy giggling as the two came closer and Malfoy was saying things to her in a low voice. Unfortunately for Harry and Hermione, Pansy and Draco stopped just under where Harry and Hermione were perched. It was a private sitting area with a bench in a garden. Luckily there were no lights around here or else Harry and Hermione would have been easy to spot.

Harry and Hermione did not move a muscle as they observed the two Slytherins below. Draco pulled Pansy into a heated kiss and she moaned loudly at the contact. Hermione swallowed hard and did not realize that she was squeezing Harry�s arm harder as she imagined how good that kiss must be if it could make Pansy moan.

Draco�s hand now moved down over her bottom and his fist bunched up her skirt in the back, exposing her bare arse to the night. Harry�s eyebrows lifted in surprise and his cock twitched in his trousers when he realized that Pansy did not wear anything under her skirt. He leaned sideways a bit to get a better view.

Pansy lifted one leg and wrapped it around Draco�s leg, pressing her hot core onto his leg for relief and groaning as she moved herself over the fabric of his trousers. Harry heard Hermione�s small gasp when Draco�s other hand slid down over Pansy�s bare arse and down lower between her legs. It was pretty obvious what he was doing with that hand when it started pumping in and out of Pansy, pushing her harder onto him. Pansy threw her head back and moaned deeply as Malfoy sucked on the side of her neck, relentlessly fucking her with his fingers.

Hermione felt the heat growing between her own thighs and her breathing became heavier as her lips fell open. It was the most erotic sight she had ever seen. She squeezed her thighs together, trying to imagine how it would feel to be Pansy, Draco�s long fingers deep inside her. Gods! She glanced at Harry, who was also watching the pair down below, mesmerized. She had this fantasy at that moment� that Harry would grab her and lay her down on the wall, tear her knickers off and pump his fingers inside of her too. She wished she could at least touch herself right now.

Harry, too, was affected by the sight. His heartbeat increased and he was rock hard at all the groaning and moaning Pansy was making, not to mention the sight of her getting fucked by Malfoy�s fingers. It was so erotic watching someone have sex when they didn�t know you were there! Harry glanced at Hermione, who was watching Pansy and Draco with a strange expression on her face. Hermione was way prettier than Pansy. He knew if he ever saw her bare arse, he�d fucking explode on sight. Gods he wanted to wank � badly! He wondered if his erection would be obvious in the dark if Hermione should look.

His attention went back to Malfoy and Pansy when he heard, �Time for your medicine.� He had released Pansy and unzipped his trousers, his robes already hanging open. Sitting on the bench, he pulled his large cock out of its prison. Hermione made another small gasp and moved towards Harry, trying to get a good view of Malfoy�s cock. But Pansy knelt down on the ground between Draco�s open legs and bent her head over his lap.

Both Hermione and Harry craned their necks to watch as Pansy took his length into her mouth, bobbing her head up and down. Draco had his head back and his eyes closed as Pansy worked on him.

Harry found himself thinking about the size of Malfoy�s cock. Harry had always prided himself on the size of his own cock and it was a bit disappointing that someone he disliked was just as endowed. It would have been great fun to be able to say �Malfoy has a tiny prick�. But what was worse was that Harry had never been sucked off before and he was feeling jealous at the moment, more than he would care to admit. Still � it was hot watching it.

Then Draco�s hand slipped to the back of Pansy�s head and he grabbed a fist full of her hair, groaning, �That�s it, you little cum whore, deeper. He was making little grunting noises and lifting his hips off the bench while pushing down on Pansy�s head. Pansy started making gagging noises, but Draco did not release her head. �Fucking take it all, Pansy,� he moaned as his orgasm hit. �Swallow it.� He held Pansy�s head until she had swallowed it all and then he let go of her hair, savoring the after effects.

Hermione could barely stand anymore. The sexual tension had built inside of her to alarming heights and she felt that something� anything� had to happen. When Pansy fell backwards onto the ground and said, �Ouch, something just stuck into my arse,� Hermione couldn�t help but laugh. She clapped a hand over her mouth, shocked, and noticed Harry was looking at her with wide eyes. Then Harry held up a finger over his lips, giving her the quiet signal.

But it was too late. Malfoy and Pansy had heard the laughter. Draco sat straight up on the bench and looked around. Pansy had turned her head in their direction and was squinting up at the trees.

Harry and Hermione sat extremely still. Draco and Pansy seemed to be looking right at them. There was a moment of silence before Draco said, �Well, Pansy, it looks like we have company. Who are you? Maybe we�ll let you in on the fun.�

Harry breathed a sigh of relief that Draco could not see who they were in the shadows. He grabbed Hermione�s hand and sprang off the wall, pulling her quickly towards the castle entrance.

Draco heard the noise and quickly stood up, running back up the path while he tucked his body part back into his trousers. He could hear their footsteps running behind the wall and was determined to find out who his little spies were. He scolded himself for not taking his wand outside with him as he could have easily lit up the place if he had.

By the time he emerged into the courtyard, they were gone. Damn!

Pansy came trailing up behind him, out of breath. �Did you see them?� she asked.

�No,� he snapped. �Could you tell anything about them back there?�

�Well�� Pansy began.

�Well, what?� Draco asked, impatiently.

�It was that laugh,� she replied. �I could be wrong, but that sounded like Hermione Granger�s laugh to me.�

Draco�s face looked towards the castle entrance, leering evilly. �Oh, really?� he drawled.

OOOOOOO

Hermione and Harry had run all the way back into the Great Hall. Almost everyone had finished dessert by now and the place was almost empty. They grabbed their book bags from under the table and sat for a moment trying to catch their breaths. When they looked at each other, they both burst out laughing.

When they calmed a bit, Hermione said, �Do you think they saw us?�

Harry shook his head. �No, didn�t seem like it.� He looked up and noticed Crabbe and Goyle still sitting at the Slytherin table, eating the last of the pudding. Goyle looked at Harry and shook his head.

�Come on,� said Harry. �Let�s get back to the common room.� He didn�t want to give Crabbe and Goyle something to report back to Malfoy, especially not tonight.

On their way upstairs an awkward silence fell between them while they both contemplated tonight�s events. Everyone knew that Malfoy and Pansy messed around. That was a well known fact. But Harry and Hermione had never thought to see it first hand. Now it seemed to have caused a very strange feeling between them.

Harry didn�t know what to say. He had never discussed sex in front of Hermione. If it had been Ron watching Malfoy and Pansy with him tonight, he would have had no problem discussing all the graphic details. But it was Hermione who finally broke the silence.

�Harry, do you think that was normal?� she asked, curiously. Leave it to Hermione to analyze the situation.

�What?� Harry replied, baffled. �What do you mean?�

�I mean what Pansy did to Malfoy,� she clarified. �Is that the normal thing to do?�

Harry felt like he would choke on any words that could possibly come out of his mouth. What the heck did he know about normal? It was a common thing more like. At least it appeared that way in the girlie magazines that Seamus had hidden under his bed. �I suppose it is,� Harry answered. Gods, please don�t ask it�

�Has a girl ever done that to you?� Hermione asked, seriously.

Damn! She asked it. Harry was stumped and a bit shocked. This was Hermione asking. �Hermione,� he replied, shaking his head, �why would you want to know that?�

�Well�, has anyone?� she persisted.

He should have said, �None of your business.� He would have said that � if it was anyone else besides Hermione. He couldn�t lie to her. He shook his head in embarrassment and continued walking towards Gryffindor. Her next words, however, stopped him dead on his feet.

�Do you want someone to do it to you?� she asked.

Harry looked at her, confused, a funny feeling inside his stomach. Was she asking or offering? It couldn�t be an offer, could it? Images of Hermione dropping to her knees in front of him, her lush lips moving over his cock, filled his head. He let out a small laugh and shook his head at the impossibility of it. No, this was Hermione. She was just digging for information.

�I think we should concentrate on our transfiguration homework,� he replied, moving towards Gryffindor once again.

Hermione was quiet the rest of the way and Harry had a feeling that she was a bit hurt that he had not answered her question. They entered the common room, finding it empty, and sat down at a table, across one another.

Harry opened a book and tried to concentrate, but he couldn�t get tonight�s events out of his mind. If there was one thing he envied about Draco Malfoy, it was how easy it seemed for him to get girls. Harry never could find the nerve to approach girls the way Draco did. It took him forever just to get close enough to Cho for a kiss. Did girls really like all that ego trip stuff? Some girls did, Harry supposed. It seemed to be working for Malfoy.

Harry glanced up from his book and noticed that Hermione appeared busy, concentrating on her reading, except� her arm seemed to be twitching and there was a slight tremble to her body. A strange thought ran through his mind. What if�.?

He pretended to drop his quill on the floor and leaned down to pick it up. While his head was down he glanced under the table and noticed Hermione quickly removing her hand from beneath her skirt. Fuck! She was masturbating, here, in his presence!

Harry�s face grew hot as he raised himself back to a sitting position and he couldn�t bring himself to look at her face. His hand shook as he tried to begin his notes and his eyes moved along the table to look at the hand that was just fingering Hermione�s most intimate area.

Harry was finding it hard to breath. He was so fucking turned on right now. He wanted to grab those fingers and suck, suck, suck on them. Then he wanted to shove his own fingers down her knickers and make her moan like Pansy did.

He couldn�t stop looking at her fingers until she lifted them and ran them through her hair. �I�m tired,� she yawned. �I think I�ll finish my reading in bed.� She rose from her chair and gathered her books in her arms. �Goodnight, Harry.�

�Goodnight,� he managed to say, through his very painful arousal. When she left the room, his breath came rushing out. Fuck these notes! If Harry ever needed to wank, it was tonight.

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