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A/N: Here's a short chapter to round out the set. Hope you enjoy.
34—Arrangement
“We belong, we belong, we belong together.”—Pat Benatar
(Draco) 
Draco’s ears perked, magnifying the click of the doorknob. Hermione’s light footsteps could just barely be heard on the plush carpet. Closing his eyes, he pretended to be asleep so she’d “wake” him properly.
The bed shifted under her weight, and her hand alighted on his shoulder, soft as a sparrow. A wisp of breath warmed his ear moments before she pressed a gentle kiss to his neck, causing a field of gooseflesh to sprout up the length of his spine. “No more spankings, Nanny Granger,” he muttered in a groggy voice. “I’m being a good boy.”
Her breathy laugh burst over his temple. “Ha ha,” she quipped, pecking his cheek. “Want to come sleep in the big bed with us?”
Draco turned his head to look at her, but it was hard to see in the dark. “Us?”
“Mm-hmm. I want all of you to stay with me tonight. That way no one will be alone. I’ve already talked Lucius and Severus into it. They’re waiting for us in Lucius’s bed.”
Well that was a logical locale. Lucius’s bed could accommodate half a dozen with no trouble. “How are you going to sleep with all of us at once? Lengthwise?”
“I’m sure I’ll figure it out,” she said enigmatically. “Come on. I’m cold. I need you to get me warm.”
Draco shivered as she abruptly turned down his sheets. It wasn’t particularly chilly, but the sudden abundance of cool air on his skin was bracing. She grabbed his hand and tugged him until he was sitting.
“Okay, okay,” Draco said, spinning around and getting his feet on the floor. “You don’t have to drag me. You know I’ll come willingly.”
She purred a cock-filling, “Mmmmm,” in his ear and yanked him to stand in a surprising display of strength. “Good boy,” she cooed. “Let’s go.”
Stumbling though the door in her wake, Draco gripped her hand to keep himself vertical. Out in the hall, he was pleased to discover she was nude. He wished there was more light so he could see better.
They tiptoed down the hall and around the corner. He didn’t know why she was sneaking about like a cat burglar, but he couldn’t help following her lead. When they got to the master bedroom, the candles temporarily blinded him, but as his eyes adjusted, he saw Lucius and Snape already under the covers, looking pleasantly drained. He wondered who had been fucking whom.
Hermione released his hand and climbed up the foot of the bed, her arse waggling at him like a shiny red beacon. That was new. Fresh. He recognized Snape’s handiwork when he saw it. “Have you been playing with Professor Snape again, you dirty girl?”
Hermione leered at him over her shoulder and arched her back so he could see everything. “Yep. How’s it look?”
Draco ran his fingers over the curve of her pink cheek. “Pretty.”
“Thanks,” she said with snort. “Now take off your pajamas and get in next to me. It’s bedtime and you know I can’t sleep without your cock pressed against me.”
Draco couldn’t get out of his pajamas fast enough. He clambered in after her, and she held up the covers for him to climb under. He didn’t think his father was going to be too happy about being next to Snape rather than Hermione, but she was already one step ahead of him.
Hermione curled up on her right side and reached over Snape to motion at Lucius. “Okay, now you come closer and put your arm around Severus so I can touch you.”
Both blond eyebrows popped high. It wasn’t every day Lucius was ordered about in his own bed. Obviously amused by the turn of events—or perhaps just curious where they might lead—Lucius went along with her direction and rolled to his side, slinging his arm around Snape’s waist and brushing the backs of his fingers over her ribcage.
Hermione ran her hand down Lucius’s pale bicep and nuzzled Snape’s chest. Severus’s face flickered with bemusement. He’d somehow become the meat in a snuggling sandwich. Draco was on the verge of riotous laughter, but then he realized Hermione had run out of available arms, and he would be left in the cold.
“Okay, Draco, now you get behind me and hold me like you usually do.”
Hmm. He would be getting the full benefit of her arse, and spooning was his preferred sleeping position.
Rolling into place, Draco bellied up to her back. Snape’s arm was in his way, but Severus dropped it flat and waved him closer. After adjusting Hermione’s pillow, Draco settled in behind her, pressing his hips to her buttocks and nestling his cock between her cheeks.
“Your bum is baking me alive,” he teased.
Hermione snickered. “It’s a weenie roast. I told you I’d get you warm.”
“Indeed.”
“Are you comfortable back there?” she asked.
Draco ground his pelvis into her cushioned backside. “Very.”
“I need your hand on my chest.”
Draco grinned and snaked his hand around to palm her breast. He could feel the thump of her heart front to back.
“All right,” Hermione said, heaving out a great sigh. “Is everyone comfortable?”
They all muttered in the affirmative.
“Lucius, will you hold my hand?” She made it sound voluntary, but they all knew it was a done deal.
“That’s better. Okay, somebody turn out the lights. I’m bloody tired.”
“I’ve got it,” Severus said nonchalantly and waved his hand, wandlessly snuffing all the candles at once.
“Show off,” Lucius muttered.
Hermione patted his chest. “Very handy.”
Draco took a deep breath and closed his eyes. Despite all the competition in the bed, he felt strangely relaxed. It was almost as if he’d taken a Tranquility Elixir.
“Oh!” Hermione exclaimed, popping up so her braid clocked him in the nose. “Hold on. I need the loo.”
Giving her space to move around, Draco helped her up and guided her to the foot of the bed. There was a soft thump as her feet hit the floor then the whisper of her footsteps padding to the bathroom.
They all waited for her in companionable silence. The sound of tinkling wee floated through the door, and Draco laughed to himself, wondering if the cold seat was cutting any of the remaining spanking heat. The toilet flushed, and the sink started. Why couldn’t she just use a damn charm to clean her hands?
The door creaked on its hinges, and she crept back across the room, her inky silhouette dancing to the bed fast as a Snitch. She climbed up, and Severus helped Draco get her back into her sleeping slot.
She wiggled and writhed, adjusting her body and theirs until everything was snug and warm. Draco sank his fingers into her soft breast and buried his nose in her hair, and his body went slack with satisfaction.
“Oh!” she spouted again, lifting up so Draco’s head flopped into the empty dent in her pillow.
“What is it now?” Snape asked, his voice gruff with exhaustion.
“I forgot to kiss everyone goodnight,” she explained.
“Well, we can’t have that,” Severus intoned as she leaned over him to reach Lucius.
“Night, Lucius,” Hermione whispered.
Draco couldn’t quite see what she was doing, but he could hear far too much. Gross.
“Night, princess,” Lucius murmured.
Hermione felt around for Severus and located his face. Draco stared unabashedly as she planted a passionate kiss on the Potions master. He didn’t know whether to be jealous or turned on. 
‘Turned on,’ his cock informed him—and then swelled noticeably just to make sure he got the message. Draco was too distracted by their joined lips to admonish his willful body. 
“Goodnight, Severus,” she said when they parted.
“Goodnight, Miss Granger,” Snape whispered back. He didn’t sound so knackered anymore.
Hermione twisted around and felt all around Draco’s chest and face, searching for his mouth in the dark. He cupped her cheek with one hand and drew her in, meeting her lips with a gentle peck. Her tongue tapped for entrance, and he opened up immediately. Gods, she tasted good. Like mint and sex.
Hermione eased back then placed three soft kisses over his forehead. “Night, Draco.”
“Night, love.”
He could see the shine of her teeth as she smiled.
“See you in the morning,” she added.
“Kay,” he answered, kissing her chin.
Hermione flipped back over, and they went through the same wriggle, snuggle, arch and shift that they had before; but it went a lot faster the third time.
When everything was finally still and quiet, Draco took one last deep breath and rested his forehead against the back of her braid. She smelled wonderful. The scent dismantled his brain. Flexing his arm, he held himself tightly against her. Closer. If he could have slept inside her, he would have.
“Night,” he whispered again, kissing the nape of her neck.
“Goodnight, sleep tight, Draco,” she answered back, muffled by Snape’s chest. “Don’t let the bedbugs bite.
“There are no bedbugs in this bed,” Lucius warned darkly. “Don’t say such things. You’ll give me odd dreams.”
Hermione giggled, jiggling Draco. “I’ll protect you.”
“Thank you, princess,” he mumbled.
Draco tapped Snape’s bony side with one finger. “Night, Severus.”
It sounded like Snape was smiling when he said, “Goodnight, Draco.”
“Goodnight, Father,” Draco piped up, just to rankle the old man.
“Yes, yes. Goodnight, Draco,” Lucius huffed.
Snape must have been in a jovial mood, because he jumped right in on Draco’s game. “Goodnight, Lucius.”
“Bloody hell,” Lucius groaned. “Goodnight, Severus. Is that everybody now?”
Hermione started laughing again. “Goodnight, John Boy.”
Severus actually chuckled out loud when Lucius asked who the hell John Boy was. “It's from an old Muggle program on the telly. American. You’d hate it.”
“Marvelous,” Lucius muttered.
The laughter slowly died down, and Draco closed his eyes again, a smile still on his face. He was just starting to float off into a world of Hermione-scented dreams, when he felt Snape’s hand on the back of his head.
Severus gently stroked his neck, his long fingers gliding up and down in a slow caress. It wasn’t really sexual; more of a pet of camaraderie. But Draco’s body tended to interpret soothing as arousing. Luckily, Hermione was the only witness to his turgid predicament, and she would think the chub was brought on by her proximity.
For a minute Draco didn’t know how to react. Snape had never really touched him like that before. But Draco sure as hell didn’t want him to stop. Just because he was a little confused didn’t mean he didn’t like it.
Draco lightly ran his pinky back and forth along Snape’s ribs so he’d know he could continue. Severus mirrored the pinky signal then went back to his petting.
It wasn’t that Draco hadn’t had some same-sex fun in the past. Blaise was always good for a wank or a suck. But he’d never really been attracted to wizards the way he was to witches. Witches were all soft and giving. Wizards were too hard and harsh.
And Severus was one tough bastard.
But now that he’d spent more time with him, Draco could see the man behind the frock coat. Watching him dominate Hermione was absolutely spellbinding. When Snape would come in and wash Hermione while they were in the tub together, Draco almost came on himself every time. His godfather was an enigmatic blend of commanding control with flecks of softhearted sweetness sprinkled on top.
But Merlin help the poor sod who had the temerity to mention that out loud. Severus would stake his tongue to the front lawn for even hinting at such blasphemy.
Draco preferred his tongue remain just where it was.
But he had to admit, it was nice being the object of Snape’s affection. He was too tired to worry about what that might really mean. His eyes were getting heavy, and his blinking had become astronomically slow. He drifted off to the hypnotic rhythm of Snape’s touch, Hermione’s breast in his hand, and the smell of her body invading his nostrils.
He slept like the dead for the first time in years.
Arrangement—An arrangement of a musical composition is a reworking of a piece of music so that it can be played by a different instrument or combination of instruments from the original. (But it has more mundane connotations here.)
"We Belong" by Pat Benatar. written by Eric Lowen and Dan Navarro and released in 1984.
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