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Purebloods	By : BooBack Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 18859 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any associated characters. I do not make any money from writing this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Part 1 of 2
- 2-Part 2 of 2
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A/N: If Smile317 is still around, I know you said you liked Drarry/Dramione and I just wanted to suggest a story from quite a while ago called What a Witch Needs by Petalsoft, it’s Draco/Harry/Hermione and I highly recommend it.
Please enjoy Part 2! It ended up being a bit longer than I thought it was going to be. 😊
Also, there is now a sequel to this called, 'The Interview.'
Part 2 of 2
Hermione was fuming. She had practically jumped away from him in the bath and, grabbing a towel, ran back into the bedroom to collect her things to leave, tears springing into her eyes.
She had just pulled her sundress back over her head, ignoring her lack of knickers and bra and was about to apparate away when he grabbed her wrist. ‘What is the problem?’ he asked angrily.
‘The problem?’ she rounded on him. ‘You are married!’
‘I assumed you knew that,’ he said. ‘The whole fucking wizarding world knows that after Astoria did a six-page spread for Witch Weekly!’
‘I don’t read that silly rag,’ she said with anger still in her voice.
‘And it was in the Prophet,’ he said.
‘I’ve been in Romania for the last nine months. I’ve been a bit too distracted to read the papers,’ Hermione said, still angry. ‘Please let me go.’ He was still holding her wrist and if she disapparated now, she would just take him with her and he knew that.
‘No,’ he said firmly, then calmed his voice to say, ‘Granger, I care about my wife, but we have a very open relationship when it comes to sex.’
‘Ha!’ Hermione said sarcastically, but his eyes were serious. ‘What so you’re allowed to just shag whoever you want?’
‘It’s a Pureblood marriage, Granger. We were married young to produce heirs, but neither of us are ready for that yet.’
She was still annoyed and she huffed at him. ‘It’s still wrong! Gods, I can’t believe I let you shag me.’
He smirked. ‘So you are still just a prissy little Gryffindor.’ Hermione punched him in the chest but it hurt her hand more than it hurt him and he was still smiling. He was still holding her wrist as he bent to pick up his boxer shorts and put them on as well as he could with one hand. She was annoyed that he wouldn’t let her go. ‘Come on,’ he said.
‘Come on where, Malfoy? This is over, I want to go home.’
‘We’re just going to go speak to Astoria,’ he said and dragged her out of his room by her wrist.
She tried to dig her heels into the carpet in the hall. ‘No!’ she said in a panic. ‘Absolutely not. Malfoy!’
He had dragged her down to the other end of the hall and the opposite side from where his bedroom was and then smiled darkly and slowly opened the door, shoving her forward to look inside first before he turned his head to look into the bedroom.
She’s beautiful, was Hermione’s first thought. Her second thought was that she now placed her as Daphne Greengrass’s younger sister. After that most of her thoughts left her mind as she realised that the reason that Astoria was kneeling on her bed was because there was currently a very sexy man whom Hermione recognised as Blaise Zabini between her legs.
Zabini was lying down on the bed and had his big dark hands on Astoria’s hips, guiding her as she rode his cock, one of her hands on his chest and the other on her breast, squeezing and kneading the flesh. She was moaning out loud and saying Blaise’s name.
Malfoy purposefully cleared his throat and Astoria looked over at the door quickly, then smiled. ‘Are you just going to watch, darling, or do you want to join in?’ she said breathlessly.
‘Not this time, my dear,’ he said. He pulled Hermione further into the doorway so that they could see her standing there and said, ‘See I was just shagging Granger here, and she was getting all Gryffindor on me when she found out I was married.’
Three pairs of eyes regarded the brunette witch as another head popped up from the other side of Blaise and Astoria on the bed. ‘Hiya Pansy, didn’t see you there,’ Malfoy said.
She smiled, ‘Just recovering from the amazing orgasm your wife just gave me.’
‘You’re looking good, Granger,’ Blaise said, still looking at her. ‘I wouldn’t mind a go—’
Astoria punched him lightly in the chest. ‘You are busy just now,’ she said, pushing her hips down against him again and he expressed no more opinions except to say how gorgeous she was.
Malfoy looked back at Hermione and said, ‘So are you happy? Can we go back and fuck again? Unless you’re wanting a go, Pans?’ he said the last part back into the bedroom.
‘How does she taste, Draco?’ Pansy asked in a breathy whisper.
‘Divine,’ he said to her, still holding Hermione’s wrist and she looked up at him in astonishment.
‘What are you doing, Malfoy?’ she asked but he just smirked as Pansy got up from the bed, giving both Blaise and Astoria a kiss before following Hermione and Malfoy out of the room. He was still gripping her wrist and it was starting to hurt.
They got back to his room and he pushed her towards the bed, finally letting go of her and she breathed heavily as she fell onto it. ‘I’m not doing anything with Pansy,’ she said, annoyed.
Pansy had just walked into the room and was looking Hermione over like she was a piece of meat. ‘She has filled out a bit, hasn’t she?’ Pansy said with a smile. ‘Look at those tits.’
‘Get away from me, Parkinson,’ Hermione said. ‘You know what, forget this,’ she said. ‘Thanks for the shag, Malfoy, but this is where I draw the line.’
‘I thought you loved to learn, Granger?’ he interrupted before she could disapparate. ‘If you thought my tongue was nice, you should try Pansy’s. Astoria says it’s the best she’s ever had.’ Malfoy pushed Pansy forward and she started stalking towards Hermione. Hermione breathed deeply, trying to figure out what to do, as she was still lying sprawled on the bed.
She was frozen in panic and shock as the witch advanced on her but she couldn’t help but feel a bit of arousal at the look on her face. She had never been with a woman before and suddenly felt like she wanted to find out. Like Malfoy said, it was something new to learn. And she loved learning new things.
And then Pansy was on the bed, pushing the bottom of her dress up and dipping down to take a deep breath in. ‘Fantastic,’ she said with a dreamy smile on her face.
Malfoy was now near the bed. ‘Granger, move your head up onto that pillow so Pansy can eat you out properly. Unless you’re still planning on leaving, then you should go before she starts on you, because once she does you won’t want her to stop.’
Already accepting that she was going to let this happen, Hermione nodded and scooted herself up to lie on the pillows. ‘Take your dress off,’ he said. ‘I want to see those tits again.’ Hermione brought her hands back down to pull her dress off, but Pansy was already there, moving her hands up Hermione’s body and taking the dress with it. Hermione was shaking from the closeness. She had never thought of the witch as attractive before, but the look in her eyes was making Hermione’s tummy tingle and she unexpectedly wanted to kiss her.
When Pansy had pulled the dress off and thrown it to the floor, Hermione grabbed her around the neck and pulled her down to herself, her lips mashing against the other’s and Pansy’s tongue went straight into her mouth, kissing her back with just as much energy. Pansy pulled away and smiled, before running a hand down Hermione’s body and she moaned. Very quickly, two fingers were shoved up into her as Pansy slowly kissed her way down her body to meet with her thrusting fingers, spending quite a lot of time sucking and licking her nipples.
‘Now Granger,’ Malfoy said, who had watched all of this with lust in his eyes. ‘I want you to take mental notes of what Pansy is doing, because once she gets you off, you’re going to do it to her.’
‘Sorry?’ Hermione almost shouted before Pansy’s tongue found her clit and started licking it with abandon and then all she could do was shake and grab at the blankets on the bed. Between the fingers thrusting into her and curling back to rub at her g-spot and her sharp tongue sawing at her clit and then going down to join her fingers, and then even further down to lick her arsehole, Hermione was whimpering and moaning, her head pushing back against the pillows.
She hadn’t even realised that Malfoy had joined them on the bed and had started pushing a few of his fingers into Pansy while she went to town on Hermione. One of Pansy’s slick fingers was removed from Hermione’s cunt, and she moved it down to press against her arse. Hermione groaned loudly as she pushed it into her. ‘Oh fuck,’ she said, letting out a whimper and then a moan.
She could almost hear the smirk in Pansy’s voice as she said, ‘Oh, Draco. Granger likes it in the bum.’
Malfoy stopped what he was doing to Pansy and met Hermione’s eyes. ‘Oh really?’ he said with a sly smile. ‘Have you had a cock in your arse before?’ he asked and Hermione nodded almost guiltily. His look was one of almost unrestrained glee. ‘Full of surprises, aren’t you Granger?’
Then Pansy was licking her again with two fingers now thrusting into her cunt and one into her arse and Hermione’s hips were lifting off the bed trying to get closer to the witch’s mouth. She finally grabbed Pansy’s hair and shoved her closer into her cunt and screamed when Pansy nipped at her clit and she exploded into another earth-shattering climax that rocked her whole body.
Pansy kept up a gentler pace with her fingers and her tongue while Hermione came down from her orgasm and then pulled away when Hermione almost collapsed from the sheer exhaustion of it. Pansy flopped down next to her and Hermione looked at her and smiled. She never thought she could have ever experienced that with a woman—and with Pansy Parkinson no less.
‘Alright Granger, show her what you learned,’ Malfoy said, still kneeling on the end of the bed.
Hermione dragged herself up and rolled over onto the other witch. She kissed her again and Pansy responded eagerly. As Hermione kissed her, she brought her leg up between the girl’s legs and started pushing her thigh against her cunt, moving it in rhythm with her kisses and Pansy moaned out loud. Then Hermione pulled away and kissed down her body, nipping at her breasts and nipples and then finally settling her face between her legs.
As she began licking and nipping at the other witch’s cunt, she felt Malfoy move behind her and push his fingers into her slit, which was now soaking from her orgasm. She moaned against Pansy’s clit as he took one of those wet fingers and shoved it into her arse. She groaned into Pansy’s dripping hole as he thrust another finger into her and started fucking her deeply with the two. And she nearly screamed against the fingers that she had now pushed into the witch when she felt him remove his fingers and start pressing his cock into her bum.
She had to stop and take a few deep breaths as he thrust in, deeper and deeper with each one, until he was buried fully into her bottom. ‘Fuck that’s good, Granger,’ he moaned out, then he put his hand on the back of her head and shoved her face back into Pansy’s cunt. ‘Finish her off.’
Hermione applied her newly learned skills with enthusiasm, nipping her clit lightly, pressing a slick finger into her arse, and licking and sucking every place she could get her tongue and lips on. All this while Malfoy was annihilating her arse with his cock and grabbing her tits and pinching her nipple with one of his hands. She was moaning and whimpering and when she felt him shove himself in hard and felt his cock pulse as he came, she yelled her own climax against Pansy’s cunt, the vibrations of which seemed to trigger the other witch’s orgasm as well.
They were all panting and sighing and Hermione collapsed forward, her head lying against Pansy’s stomach as Malfoy’s cock slid out of her arse and she groaned again.
Malfoy seemed like the most composed out of all of them, sitting back on his own feet on the bed as he looked at the clock on the wall and said, ‘I think there’s just enough time for a quick shower before dinner.’
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Pansy had made her way back to the other two while Malfoy brought Hermione into a shower that was equally as luxurious as the bath. Once he had gotten the water running warm, he pushed her in and began caressing her body as they washed each other off. He touched her tits again, rolling her nipples between his fingers, which began shooting pleasurable tingles down to her core again. He grabbed her bottom and groaned. Then he looked into her face again and she smiled at him.
She liked that he had been rough when she needed him to be, but he seemed to be a bit calmer during the in between times, and she enjoyed that as well. It felt like he was a bit more exposed during this time, his real emotions coming through, and she wanted to ask him something before dinner.
'Was it an arranged marriage then?’ she asked.
He gave her a strange look. ‘You want to discuss my marriage when we’re naked in a shower together?’
‘I’m about to go into a pit of snakes,’ Hermione said. ‘I want to know what I’m getting myself into.’
He chuckled. ‘No, it wasn’t an arranged marriage.’
‘You said it was a Pureblood marriage,’ Hermione said.
‘Yes,’ he said. ‘But we can choose who we want to marry, as long as we choose young. I knew during sixth year that I wanted to marry Astoria.’ At Hermione’s questioning gaze, he continued. ‘She was there for me, just one of the only people that seemed to care what was happening to me. She was a couple years behind us, but she went out of her way to talk to me and ask if I was okay.’
Hermione nodded. ‘I can understand that.’
‘When I…left school,’ he said delicately. ‘That’s when she started seeing Pansy. And then when Blaise said he wanted to marry Pansy, the three of them started shagging. They were happy together while she was home from school and when she finished Hogwarts, Blaise and Pansy were happy when they found out that I wanted to marry her as they knew that I would let their relationship continue.’
‘So you don’t sleep with her?’ Hermione asked, now a bit confused.
‘We have done, obviously,’ Malfoy said. ‘But our relationship is more one of friendship and companionship. She’s taken care of sexually with them. We’re happy with what we have. And I’m allowed to shag who I want.’
Hermione nodded again. ‘It’s unconventional but it seems like it works for all of you.’
Malfoy shook his head and chuckled again. ‘It’s really not that unconventional amongst us. But I think that’s enough feelings for now,’ he said with a scoff. ‘We need to head down to dinner.’ He looked over her naked body and pinched her nipple. ‘And then I want to fuck you again.’
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Hermione was wearing only a light dressing gown that Malfoy had given her and was sitting around the end of a large table with him on her right. Astoria sat next to him at the end of the table, then it was Blaise and then Pansy last, who was sitting right across from Hermione. They were all in a similar state of dress. Pansy was giving Hermione furtive glances with hooded eyes and Hermione felt herself getting warm again at the looks and remembering the orgasm that she had had courtesy of the Slytherin girl.
Blaise was the first to speak as the food was being served. ‘So what do you do, Granger?’ he asked and they all looked towards her, interested.
‘Er, I work in research. I’m currently looking into new uses for existing potions ingredients.’
She noticed Malfoy and Blaise give each other a look. ‘Really?’ Blaise asked.
‘Yes,’ Hermione said. ‘Over the last year I’ve found two new uses for Dragon’s Blood. That’s why I was in Romania.’
‘Granger,’ Malfoy said. ‘Blaise and I actually started a Potions company a couple years ago.’ He was looking at her and then at Zabini.
‘With that kind of talent, you should come work for us instead of the Ministry,’ Blaise said.
Hermione scoffed. ‘Why? So you can capitilise and profit on my research.’
They both looked at her seriously. ‘Yes,’ Malfoy said.
She looked between the two of them. ‘Are you being serious? Why would I want to work for you?’
‘We’d pay you a lot more than the Ministry,’ Malfoy said, looking at Zabini, who nodded. ‘And give you more freedom in what you want to research.’
Hermione’s mouth was hanging open a bit. Was she actually being offered a job in Malfoy’s dining room after having just shagged him? She shook her head at the ridiculousness of it. ‘If you’re actually being serious, I wouldn’t mind discussing this in a more professional setting,’ she said finally.
They both nodded and they all went back to eating their food for a bit. ‘Astoria, do you work?’ Hermione asked.
Astoria looked over at her and smiled. ‘I do a bit,’ she said. ‘Pansy and I both design custom dress robes for Madam Malkin’s.’
‘That’s interesting,’ Hermione said. ‘For Witches or Wizards, or for school-aged or adults?’ she asked, trying not to bombard her with too many questions.
Astoria just chuckled. ‘A bit of everything, but mostly for witches who want something nice for a special occasion. Weddings and awards ceremonies and such,’ she said.
As they talked and chatted, Hermione actually felt herself getting more comfortable around all the Slytherins. She could see the dynamic between Pansy and Blaise and Astoria that Malfoy had been talking about it. It was obvious that they all cared for each other. And when around them, Malfoy seemed more open and even cracked a couple jokes.
Dinner was then over, dessert was served and then the conversation came to a close as Malfoy stood up and held out his hand to Hermione. Astoria stood up as well and looked at them with a shy look on her face, ‘Hermione,’ she started before they could go, ‘Pansy was telling us about you and I was just wondering if I could—’ Blaise cleared his throat and she looked at him and nodded. ‘If Blaise and I could…’
Hermione’s eyes opened wide as she looked at Malfoy but he just looked like he was trying to keep a big smirk off of his face. ‘If you could what?’ Hermione asked, almost afraid.
‘Oh, come on, Granger, they want to fuck you,’ Pansy said. ‘I told Astoria about how good you taste and what you can do with your tongue.’
Hermione flushed. She looked at Malfoy and then looked at Astoria and Blaise’s expectant faces. What the fuck had she gotten herself into? Pansy was one thing, hell Malfoy was one thing, but now Malfoy’s wife and Pansy’s husband wanted a go as well? What was with their sudden obsession with shagging her, was it just because she was something new in this den of iniquity? Her eyes were still flying back and forth between everyone, the four Slytherins staring her down like she was a second dessert and she started to back away.
She backed into a solid body as Malfoy moved behind her, blocking her escape and then Astoria walked up closer to her, slowly untying her dressing gown and sighing happily seeing Hermione’s body exposed to her. Hermione swallowed thickly and felt her heart rate increasing as Astoria brought her hand up and started kneading one of her breasts.
A moan escaped her lips involuntarily and a smile slid across Astoria’s face. While she was still grabbing Hermione’s breast and rolling a nipple between her fingers and now breathing heavily herself, she moved forward and took Hermione’s lips in a desperate kiss. Hermione responded and kissed her back, moaning. Malfoy moved away from behind her as she melted into Astoria’s lips, pushing her tongue into Malfoy’s wife’s mouth.
Hermione had brought her hand up and was tangling it in Astoria’s hair, pulling the witch closer for a proper snog, when she felt another body move up behind her and she knew immediately that it was male and that it wasn’t Malfoy. She groaned into Astoria’s mouth as Blaise pulled her robe off completely and then moved his hands up her body, taking her tits into his hands and squeezing the flesh. Then he moved one hand back down her body to slide his fingers through her wet slit, rubbing her clit softly.
‘Oh Merlin,’ she said, pulling away from Astoria’s mouth for a moment to breathe and try to collect her thoughts. She tried to turn her head to look at Blaise, but he buried his head into her neck and started suckling the skin at the juncture of her neck and she moaned again. What was happening to her and why did she want this so badly?
Astoria’s fingers trailed down to where Blaise was playing with Hermione’s cunt and she pushed two fingers into the brunette witch. Hermione pushed her head back against Blaise’s shoulder. ‘Hermione,’ Astoria said softly, and Hermione realised she was the only one not calling her Granger. ‘Can we fuck you?’ she asked it in a soft, almost innocent voice, and Hermione felt like her chest was on fire with how hard she was breathing.
Hermione pulled her head off of Blaise’s shoulder and looked into Astoria’s lust-filled eyes and nodded desperately, before bringing the witch in for another strong kiss. Blaise pulled away from her and grabbed Hermione’s hand, pulling her towards the door, Astoria following after. They only made it into the next room over which looked like a study, with a big hardwood desk in it and a large leather sofa. Astoria pushed Blaise down onto the sofa and then she kissed Hermione again as she backed her up against Blaise’s legs. ‘Pansy said you liked it in the bum?’ Astoria said softly and Hermione nodded minutely. ‘Can Blaise fuck you there so I can play with your pussy?’
Hermione moaned again. ‘Gods, yes,’ she said. Astoria smiled and then pushed her back so that she lost balance and fell onto Blaise’s lap. He immediately grabbed her hips to settle her on his lap and then shoved a hand into her hair and brought her face around to kiss her as well. His other hand automatically going up to grab one of her tits again. She breathed out heavily and she felt his large erection against her bum. When he pulled away from the kiss, she said in a broken voice, ‘Fuck, my cunt, ah, first to get…wet.’ He seemed all too happy to comply with this and lifted her up, pulling her hips back a bit to impale her on his cock.
‘Fuck!’ she yelled out as she felt him fill her fully. She had closed her eyes and was panting while he held her still on him. Then she finally opened her eyes and saw Astoria sitting on the chair from the desk in front of her. She put her feet up on the sofa next to Hermione and Blaise’s legs and brought herself closer to them, grabbing Hermione’s hair to push her down towards her cunt. ‘Do to me what you did to Pansy,’ she commanded. ‘Once you make me come, Blaise will fuck your arse and I’ll eat you out until you come.’
Hermione could only nod as Malfoy’s wife shoved her face into her pussy and Hermione began lapping her up with fervor. She tasted different than Pansy, not any better or worse, but there was definitely a difference. As she licked and sucked at her folds, Blaise began fucking her slowly, bringing her hips up and down onto his cock and she was gasping involuntarily at the feeling. Hermione grabbed onto the side of the seat that Astoria was sitting on and used it to support her to push a few fingers into the witch whose head came back against the chair in a moan as she pushed Hermione’s head harder onto her as her hips started bucking up rhythmically against Hermione’s face.
Hermione found the rhythm and began licking and nipping in time with it until Astoria started shaking and Hermione felt her fingers get soaked with her juices. She kept the fingers in her, remembering what Pansy had done and slowly let her ride out her climax.
When Astoria came down from her high and looked at Hermione with hooded eyes, she pushed the chair back again and immediately fell kneeling to the floor, pushing Hermione’s legs open over Blaise’s and lowering her face to her clit to give her a few licks and Hermione’s back arched against Blaise, who was still moving her hips against his cock.
‘Blaise,’ Astoria said. ‘Fuck off.’
Hermione was confused by this until she felt Blaise lift her up, with a bit of help from herself, and then reposition his cock at her arse. Hermione braced for it as he slowly brought her down onto his cock again, this time sheathed up her bottom. ‘Oh, gods,’ Hermione moaned, leaning back against Blaise and putting an arm around his neck, leaving her wide open for Astoria to shove a few fingers into the cunt that Pansy’s husband had just vacated and start licking her to a fever pitch.
In the middle of all of this, she then also felt a tongue and fingers on her nipples and looked down to see Pansy playing with her tits. She had forgotten about Pansy and Malfoy in all of this and her eyes lifted to find the blonde. He was standing against the doorway of the study, watching everything that was happening with lust in his eyes.
Blaise’s hands were on her hips, guiding her in long strokes up and down his cock. Astoria was fucking her with her fingers and licking and sucking her cunt with abandon. Pansy was twisting and nipping at her nipples. Hermione never thought that she could ever experience anything as great as what she had had with Charlie in Romania but this far outshone any of that. It was fucking fantastic. All of the sensations and tongues and lips and fingers and teeth and Blaise’s cock just centered on her tummy and when she looked back at Malfoy and met his dark grey lust-filled eyes, she exploded again, coming all over Astoria’s fingers and milking an orgasm from Blaise as she felt him shove himself deep into her arse with a grunt.
Slowly and absentmindedly, she felt mouths move away, fingers leave her, someone grabbing her hips to move her off of Blaise’s cock and then she felt a strange sensation of being lifted into someone’s arms and when she finally came back to focus, she noticed that it was Malfoy and he was carrying her back down the hall towards his bedroom.
He laid her down on his bed and grabbed his wand to do a quick cleansing spell over her. He pushed down his boxers and she could see his cock was hard from watching what had transpired. She was exhausted, but she knew that Malfoy needed relief. He laid down on top of her and settled himself between her legs. She opened them wide for him and he thrust deeply into her, making her groan again. It was rough again, but not as harsh as he had been earlier, and the whole time he was whispering things in her ear like, ‘Watching you fuck Blaise’s cock got me so fucking hard,’ and ‘Loved seeing your face between Astoria’s legs,’ and ‘Never thought Weasley would fuck you in the arse.’
He was thrusting deeply and she was dragging her nails down his back and he looked down at her with those fucking gorgeous eyes and she felt herself about to come again, and she had lost track of how many times it had actually been now.
‘Oh, fuck, Draco!’ she shouted out as he slammed into her hard, spilling into her with a groan of his own. They were both breathing heavily and he leaned down to nip her bottom lip lightly.
‘Good girl,’ he said with a wicked smile and though she was annoyed at his smarminess, she was too tired to do anything about it. He was still on top of her, just looking down her body and eventually where his cock was softening inside her and he suddenly looked back up at her with some sort of realisation in his eyes.
He rolled off of her and opened his bedside table drawer, pulling a vial of some potion out of it. He opened it and held it up to her lips. ‘Drink this,’ he said.
Hermione pushed him away the best she could. ‘What is it?’
‘Contraceptive potion,’ he said.
‘Malfoy, I’m already on a contraceptive potion, get that away from me.’
His eyes showed relief. ‘Good,’ he said, relaxing a bit and putting the vial away. He grabbed his wand and said a cleansing charm and then laid back down on the bed.
Hermione sighed. ‘I should probably go home now.’
Malfoy turned and looked at her. ‘Granger, you’re exhausted. If you try to apparate now, you’ll splinch yourself. Just get some sleep and you can go home in the morning.’
She groaned, knowing he was right. She went to the ensuite to freshen up and then came back to the bed and put a dressing gown on to go to sleep. She felt Malfoy roll over, half-asleep and spoon against her back, one of his hands resting on her breast and he said sleepily, ‘Great tits,’ before they both fell asleep.
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Hermione woke up wide-eyed, looking around her and groaning and feeling how sore her body was. Sore but absolutely satisfied. Her mind started replaying everything that she had done—how wicked it all was and she felt herself flush. It wasn’t that it hadn’t been good, she just never would have thought she would ever have been a part of a…was it a four-way? She shoved her face further into the pillow.
Finally she opened her eyes and she saw Malfoy sleeping soundly on the other side of the bed. She squeaked to herself. When she had gone to Flourish & Blotts yesterday, she had never thought that she would be waking up in Draco Malfoy’s bed. Panicking a bit, she moved herself backwards to try to find her discarded dress. She finally found it down the back of the bedside table and slipped it on and then locating her wand under the side of the bed, she prepared to disapparate.
‘Where do you think you’re going, Granger?’ Malfoy asked sleepily from the bed.
She dropped her head. ‘Malfoy, I’m shattered.’
He sat up a bit and looked her over in that seductive way again. ‘I’m not quite done with you yet,’ he said.
‘Malfoy,’ she said seriously. ‘That was…amazing,’ she said, unable to lie. ‘But I need to go home and sleep for about a week now.’
‘I’ll give you a choice then,’ he said with that dark smile.
She huffed at him. ‘I will not be blackmailed or coerced into anything, Malfoy. I’m going home!’
‘No blackmail, no coercion,’ he said. ‘Your choice is simple. Stay here and come sit on my cock and ride me until we both have another mind-blowing orgasm. Then you can go home, with my permission, and I might help you out again when you’ve got a little niggling.’
She huffed again. ‘Or?’
‘Or you leave now, and this is over,’ he said. She nodded, about to disapparate. ‘I mean over, Granger,’ he said, sitting up and moving closer to her. ‘As in, you will never feel my cock inside you again.’
She frowned. She had felt another twinge in her tummy at his words but then she felt her mouth go dry thinking about his last statement. Never? She sighed. Never was a long time, and she hadn’t seen hide nor hair of Charlie Weasley and didn’t know when she would next, and even if she was satisfied at the moment, she knew it wouldn’t be long before she needed something again.
She sighed and turned towards him and she knew that he already knew that he had her trapped. Ah well, no use burning bridges. ‘You win, Malfoy,’ she said, pulling her dress off and climbing back onto the bed.
He rolled onto his back and brought her leg over him to straddle him. He smiled. ‘I love winning.’
He was already hard and she was already wet and she groaned as she slid herself back down onto his cock.
Once more wouldn’t hurt, would it?
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A fortnight later, Hermione was back in Draco Malfoy’s bed, being thoroughly pounded by the blonde, when a house-elf appeared. ‘Master Draco, sir?’ it said.
Draco stopped and looked at the elf. ‘I’m a bit busy,’ he said.
‘You have a visitor in your study, sir.’
Malfoy sighed heavily. ‘Who?’ he asked exasperatedly.
‘A potions ingredient supplier,’ the house-elf said.
‘Fuck’s sake,’ he said. ‘Okay, tell them I’ll be five minutes.’ The elf bowed and disapparated.
Malfoy began thrusting hard back into Hermione. He was on top of her, between her legs and he was holding himself up with one hand and the other was at Hermione’s throat, squeezing just enough to make her dizzy but not enough for her to pass out.
‘I need you to come now, Granger. I’ve got fucking business to attend to.’
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Hermione was wandering down the hall towards Malfoy’s study. He had been gone for over an hour and it was now getting quite late and quite dark outside. She knew that being in a Potions business, some transactions weren’t always completely legal and she wondered if this person’s visit late at night was because of this.
He had told her to stay in the bedroom, that he wasn’t done with her yet, but he had yet to return and she was getting frustrated. As she came close to the study, she heard Malfoy grunting and knew immediately that he was fucking someone else. Annoyed, she reached the study door and pushed it open as quietly as she could, surprised that no candles or sconces were lit and there was only a small shaft of moonlight coming in from the window.
The scene that met her eyes was something she never thought she’d see, even with everything that she had done in this Manor. Malfoy was lying face first on the desk and there was a man behind him, thrusting into his arse heavily. She had never seen Malfoy be anything but dominant in any situation that she had seen him in, and it was interesting to see him this way.
He was grunting and groaning, obviously enjoying it, but not wanting to show that he was enjoying it. He was swearing and telling the person to fuck off, but then in the next breath saying, ‘Harder, you twat.’
Hermione’s tummy fluttered watching it and she felt herself dripping with arousal when the other man—whose face was hidden in the shadows—thrust forward hard and came in Malfoy's bum.
'Alright, now get the fuck off me,’ she heard Malfoy complain after a few moments.
The man pulled out of him and stepped back and a shaft of light from the window lit up his face. Hermione immediately gasped. Malfoy looked up at her in shock and said, 'Fuck, Granger, I told you to stay in the bedroom.'
But she wasn't listening to him. She was staring into the dark brown eyes of the redhead who had just finished pummeling Draco's arse.
‘Charlie?’
Fin.
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