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Tied Up and Vulnerable	By : Slytherinxxx Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 52450 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The first chapter of this story was always supposed to be a one-shot, but I had such a good response to it that I decided to continue it! You’re welcome everybody ;)

Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters or settings. If I did, I don’t think I’d be publishing this on the internet.

The first chapter of this story was always supposed to be a one-shot, but I had such a good response to it that I decided to continue it! You’re welcome everybody ;)

Hermione sat quietly in potions class, a pen poised in one hand, her chin resting in her other. Her eyes were on Professor Snape in front of her class, but her mind was miles away.

A week after her memorable encounter with the two dashing Slytherins, Hermione’s life seemed back to normal. The whole experience still felt so much like a dream she had a hard time believing it really happened. She had enjoyed herself immensely, and just thinking about either of the two men brought heat and wetness to her core. She didn’t regret what they had done for a second – it had felt too damn good –but she was embarrassed that she had been so…wanton. It was out of character from her usual shy, composed, bookish self.

She shifted slightly in her seat, trying to relieve some of her arousal. As she did, she felt eyes on her back. Turning to look over her shoulder, her eyes met a certain blonde Slytherin’s. Draco smirked knowingly and Hermione flushed crimson and turned back to her notes. If there had been any chance of Hermione paying attention to Snape’s lesson before, it was gone now. Moisture pooled in her knickers and she shifted again, wondering if she was leaving a wet spot on the seat. Harry, who sat to her left, glanced over at her curiously. Flushing even redder, she feigned a yawn and gave him a bored look as if that was the source of her restlessness. Harry grinned and nodded, and returned his attention to Snape.

For the rest of the lesson, it took all of Hermione’s willpower to stop herself from glancing back over her shoulder. When the class ended, she snatched up her belongings, mumbled a quick excuse to Harry and Ron about needing to go to the library and fled from the classroom. She fled from the dim classrooms, carefully avoiding eye contact with Malfoy on her way out.

Once she was out, she almost ran away from the dungeons. She made a quick series of turns until she reached her favorite study spot, a secret room on the second floor behind a rather gruesome painting of a manticore. She loved the library, but it was no match for this little room for peace and quiet. Fred and George had found the tiny room and showed it to her. Hermione was delighted and immediately claimed it as her own, furnishing it cozily with a desk, a comfortable chair, and an assortment of candles floating around the high ceiling. These Hermione lit with a flick of her wand before dropping her books on the table and collapsing into the chair. She closed her eyes and shook her head briefly, trying to clear her mind of sexy thoughts.

Focus, Granger, she thought. Get some studying done. Sitting up straight, she pulled out a heavy textbook and opened it. She stared at the page intently for several minutes before she realized she hadn’t taken in a word. She couldn’t get those silver eyes out of her head, and those sexy lips, and that big, hard cock…

With a groan, Hermione slammed the book shut and collapsed back into the armchair. Closing her eyes, she gave in to the fantasies insistently running through her head.

Draco’s lips possessing her own as Blaise sucked and bit at her nipples.

Draco’s dick thrusting in her mouth as Blaise’s expert tongue played with her clit.

Hermione’s hands ran down her shirt, pausing to pinch at her nipples hardened with arousal. Her core throbbed with need and she knew her knickers must be soaked through.

Draco’s cock fucking her wet pussy as Blaise fucked her mouth.

Hermione moaned as she ran her hands down her body and allowed them to slip under her skirt. As she had expected, her pussy was dripping with need. Slipping one hand into her panties, she quickly found her sensitive clit. Her back arched in pleasure as she caressed the throbbing nub.

“Started without me, I see.”

The voice jolted her out of her fantasy with a yelp. Frantically straightening up her skirt, Hermione leapt to her feet and was startled to see the very object of her desires leaning casually in the doorway of her private sanctuary.

“Malfoy!” she screeched. “How the hell…What the…how did you know I was here?!”

“I have my sources.” The blonde Slytherin just smirked and pretended to examine his fingernails nonchalantly.

“I demand to know who told you about this place!” Hermione attempted to look authoritative and dignified despite the bright crimson flush that betrayed her embarrassment at being caught in such an incriminating position.

“Relax, Granger.” Malfoy drawled. “No one knows about your little hideaway. I convinced a house-elf to follow you.” Hermione was marginally relieved at this information, but still livid at having her privacy so invaded.

“Malfoy, please get out of here and leave me alone!”

“Oh, I don’t think so.” Hermione shivered slightly at the glint in his eyes and the tone of his voice. “I think I’ll stay and have a bit of fun.”

Malfoy took a step forward and Hermione stepped instinctively back. He smirked slightly at this reaction.

“Scared of me now, Granger?” He took another few steps. Hermione backed away until she felt the desk behind her. Malfoy leaned in close to her and placed a hand on the desk on either side of her, effectively trapping her. He was devastatingly handsome with his white-blonde hair falling slightly into his eyes, his Slytherin tie loosened, and his shirt untucked. Hermione’s heart raced, both in apprehension and arousal. This close, she could feel the heat of his body and smell his intoxicating cologne. The mix of sensations was nearly more than she could handle, so she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She shivered when she felt the soft tickle of Malfoy’s breath as he whispered in her ear.

“I’ve been dreaming about those sweet lips all week, Granger.” He pressed his lips gently against hers. Immediately, desire took control of her body. Hermione responded to the kiss lustily, parting her lips to allow his tongue entrance. Taking her reaction as encouragement, Malfoy deepened the kiss, claiming her mouth passionately. A low moan escaped from Hermione’s throat when he nipped lightly at her lower lip with his teeth. Malfoy was without a doubt the best kisser she’d ever met. His lips were soft, but confident and utterly intoxicating. Hermione reached her arms up around his neck and entwined her fingers in his silky hair, returning the kiss with equal lust and fervor.

As they kissed, Malfoy’s hands roamed down her sides and over her hips. Even through her clothes, his touch sent electricity across her skin. She felt his hand caress her thigh and slide up under the hem of her skirt. Her pussy throbbed in anticipation and she knew he must be able to feel the heat emanating from her core. She moaned when his long fingers danced lightly over the fabric of her knickers, too light to alleviate the delicious pressure growing with her arousal. When Malfoy finally broke the kiss, Hermione was left breathless and weak-kneed. Malfoy’s eyes were dark and dangerously lust-filled as he traced patterns over her still cloth-covered pussy lips with his fingers.

“I’ve been dreaming about this sweet cunt, too.” His voice was deep and husky with arousal. Hermione yelped in surprise when he lifted her by the waist and placed her on the desk, but the surprise was quickly assuaged when Malfoy resumed the fiery kiss. Before she knew it, Malfoy’s nimble fingers had made quick work of the buttons of Hermione’s blouse and her lacy black bra was revealed. Malfoy paused briefly to stare in awe at her perfect breasts, creamy white skin contrasting so beautifully with the black lace and the pink flush that betrayed her arousal. Hermione squirmed in embarrassment at Malfoy’s scrutiny, but was nonetheless pleased with the affect she had on him. Finally coming out of his trance with a groan, he reached impatiently behind Hermione’s back to unhook the bra. It fell away and Hermione’s pert breasts were exposed, pink nipples standing at attention. Malfoy let out another groan as he ran his hands over the soft mounds, pausing to roll the perky nipples between thumb and forefinger. Hermione threw her head back and let the pleasure wash over her.

“You’re a horny little slut, aren’t you?” Malfoy whispered in her ear. Hermione shuddered and gasped as he ran his tongue along the pulse point of her neck. “I bet your pussy is drenched. Am I right, mudblood?” Hermione didn’t respond; her eyes were half-closed in a delirium of pleasure and desire. The lack of response seemed to anger the Slytherin. With his teeth he bit down on the skin of her neck until she cried out, half in pain and half in pleasure. Hermione was beginning to have trouble telling the difference between the two.

“Answer me, mudblood. Tell me how wet your muggle pussy is for my pureblooded cock.” Hermione should have been angry. The logical part of her mind was telling her to call Malfoy a bigot and push him away. Inexplicably, another part of her mind was incredibly aroused by the once much-hated slur. It made all of this so much…dirtier. Hotter. An element of the forbidden.

“Please,” she moaned, raking her nails down Malfoy’s still shirt-covered back. “I need your big, hard, pureblood cock in me now.”

“Prove it, mudblood. Let’s see how wet that pretty cunt is.” With one last bite to her earlobe, he sank down to his knees. He was now kneeling on the floor, Hermione sitting on the table in front of him topless, but still wearing her skirt, knickers, stockings, and shoes. With a devilish grin and agile fingers, he snaked his hands up over Hermione’s thighs, under her scratchy wool skirt. Her breath quickened and her heart raced as she felt his fingers hook over the sides of her underwear and begin to pull them down. Eagerly, she shifted so that he could remove the garment and pocket it with a smirk. This done, he removed his hands and sat back on his knees. Hermione frowned in confusion.

“Spread your legs,” Malfoy commanded. Completely consumed with lust, Hermione complied immediately, parting her knees to spread herself wide and pulling up the hem of her skirt. Her pussy glistened with her arousal, completely on display for the blonde Slytherin. The dark flash in Malfoy’s eyes sent shockwaves of desire to her already throbbing core.

Malfoy’s hands went to her knees, then caressed their way down her thighs to her soaking core. He dipped one finger into the inviting slit and it came away drenched with her juices.

“Just look how wet you are,” he growled, lust evident in his husky voice. He lowered his mouth to her most intimate place, dipping his tongue gently into her folds to taste her juices. Hermione groaned at the contact and thrust her hips forward against his face. Malfoy chuckled softly.

“Eager little slut, aren’t we?” He returned his attention to her dripping folds. He placed several long licks the entire length of Hermione’s slit, each time just avoiding the sensitive nub where she wanted him most. With his tongue, he began to trace circles all around her clit, fanning the flames of her arousal but doing nothing to alleviate it. Hermione found herself making whimpering noises and attempting to thrust her hips harder against his tongue. When he finally took her throbbing clit into his mouth and sucked hard, she let out a wail and clutched at his hair, pressing his face hard against her. Malfoy didn’t seem to mind; as if encouraged by her reaction, he redoubled his efforts, licking, sucking, biting passionately.

Every nerve ending in Hermione’s body seemed to be firing at once, overwhelming her with sensation. She writhed under Malfoy’s skilled tongue as the pressure built, threatening to overflow at any moment.

“Oh my god!” She screamed. “Don’t fucking stop! I’m so close! Ohhhhh…” Malfoy swirled his tongue around her clit one last time, then took it into his mouth and sucked. The pleasure was too much and Hermione came with a scream. Her vision blurred as waves of ecstasy crashed over her relentlessly, her whole body spasming with the intensity of it. As the waves of pleasure faded, Hermione was left breathless and dazed.

“You’re so fucking sexy when you come, Granger,” Malfoy groaned, rising to his feet. He took her hair roughly in one hand and used it to turn her face up and place another scorching kiss on her lips. Hermione could taste herself on his tongue and couldn’t get enough. She kissed him back with an intensity that surprised even her.

As they kissed, Malfoy began to grind his hips against her core, so she could feel his impossibly hard erection through his trousers. When Malfoy broke the kiss, she whimpered slightly before she noticed with excitement that he had begun to fumble with his belt buckle.

“I can’t wait any longer,” he growled. “I’ve got to fuck that tight pussy.”

She watched with rapt attention as he removed the belt and dropped his pants and boxers, allowing his erection to spring free. The sight of his massive cock caused shivers of excitement to run down Hermione’s back. She could feel her pussy wet and throbbing in anticipation.

In another moment, Malfoy’s shirt had joined the growing pile of clothes on the floor and he stood between Hermione’s legs completely naked. He grasped her knees and spread them wide so that her dripping pussy was open to him.

“Please, Draco, fuck me now!” Hermione moaned, getting impatient and feverish with desire.

“You want this, slut? You want this big cock in your tight pussy?” He held his cock in his hand and ran it up and down Hermione’s slit until the head was coated in her juices.

“Fuck yes! Oh gods, Draco, I need your cock in me! Please!” With one swift movement of his hips, Draco complied. He thrust forward until his cock was completely buried in her pussy. Hermione cried out in delicious fulfillment as she was stretched to her limits. She wrapped her arms around Malfoy’s broad shoulders and thrust her hips forward to meet his. Malfoy wasted no time in establishing a rapid pace, thrusting hard and fast into Hermione’s spasming cunt.

Hermione clung to Malfoy’s shoulders as if her life depended on it. Each thrust filled her so completely and perfectly that she never wanted it to end. The neverending pleasure took over her being so that she could no longer think or even see straight. Draco continued pounding into her at a breakneck pace, sweat beginning to break out on both of their bodies from the exertion. All too soon, Hermione felt a familiar pressure build and threaten to overflow in her core.

“Draco!” she cried. “Oh! I’m – oh fuck – I’m going to come!”

“That’s it, Granger, come for me,” Malfoy groaned. “Come with my pureblood cock stuffed in your tight pussy.” He reached between them and found her clit, rubbing it hard with his thumb. The stimulation was too much and Hermione came, screaming his name. Her whole body spasmed and shook with the force of it as waves of ecstasy crashed over her.

The sensation of her spasming cunt sent Malfoy over the edge and he came hard, joining in her orgasmic bliss. For a long few moments, they were still, Malfoy still buried in Hermione’s pussy, Hermione’s arms clutching Malfoy’s shoulders.

Once they had both caught their breath, Malfoy pulled reluctantly away from Hermione and cast a cleaning charm on them both. Hermione slid off the table and began to gather her clothes, but was surprised when the Slytherin stopped her by taking her hand.

“Not yet, Granger.” He led her around the desk to the armchair and sat down, pulling her down into his lap. Hermione complied happily, snuggling against his warm chest. He wrapped his arms around her and held her close. Even in her slightly delirious post-coital state, Hermione was touched by his tenderness.

“That was bloody fantastic, Granger,” Malfoy sighed at last. Hermione chuckled.

“That was amazing,” she agreed. “But call me Hermione.”

“That was bloody fantastic, Hermione.”

Hermione smiled and closed her eyes, content in her former rival’s tender embrace.

I know there’s no Blaise in this chapter, but I wanted to do a chapter with just Hermione and Draco, my very favorite pairing. Maybe if you ask nice enough, Blaise will show up again later ;)

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