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Just Submit 2	By : grugster Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 190272 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 18
Disclaimer: Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and make no money from writing this story. All recognizable characters belong to J.K. Rowling, and I am not earning anything by writing this story.

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Thanks a lot to my betas, remarkable, for correcting this chapter!

Characters: Draco, Hermione, Fenrir, Lance

Pairings: Draco/Hermione

Warnings: sex

Dear readers,

Please be patient. The updates come at the rate me and my beta are able to make them presentable.

Some asked me to contact them by email but I'm sorry to say I won't do this. I don't give away my email address. Sorry!

This story isn't finished by now but I plan to do so. Still I think it will be the last story for me as my real life takes a lot of time and I can let out any fantasy I want in this fic. That's the reason why it is and will be so long. I have a main plot in my head. Mostly something about Severus and why he is like he is and how Hermione will influence him and the future of the clan. Along this plot I plan to let out any fantasy I ever wanted to write about and that's the reason why this story will be so long. I hope that many of you readers will stay and go on reading even so it will take some time to finish it.

Thank you all!

AgainandAgain

Chapter 42 - Draco

The room Hermione stepped into was very cozy. It wasn't big and in the middle of it stood a C-shaped couch and opposite to it a very large armchair. “Please sit down, pup,” Lance said kindly and gestured Hermione over to the couch while he sat down in the armchair.

Hermione sat down nervously. Only a moment later Draco came in. He smiled nervously at Lance and sat down.

“No reason to be nervous, Draco.”

Draco gulped and looked from Hermione to Lance. Then he scooted closer to Hermione and asked, “Are you feeling better now?”

“Yes,” Hermione replied, smiling at his worry. The smile she got in return made her feel warm all inside.

Lance observed the scene with interest. “Draco, why don't you tell me about Hermione?”

“What do you want me to tell you?” Draco asked nervously.

“Anything that pops into your mind.”

It was seldom that Draco blushed, but right now he was and Hermione had to grin.

“Stop grinning,” Draco muttered, embarrassed.

“But it's so funny. You can tell him that all you think about when you see me is sex.”

“That's not true.”

“Of course it is. You try to jump me all the time.”

“Who jumped whom today?” Draco asked with a smug grin on his face.

“That was an exception.”

Draco snorted. At least the mood between them had become relaxed, and they almost forgot Lance.

“So is she right, Draco?”

Draco blushed again. “I don't see her just as... as a sex object.”

“Nobody said that,” Lance replied. “Still, sex is always on your mind when you are around her, right?”

“Yes,” Draco admitted softly.

“There isn't anything wrong with it, Draco. You are a supersub. Sex is very important to you. I can't see or scent any objections from Hermione.”

It was odd hearing Lance call her by her real name and the small wince she made whenever he did so didn't get unnoticed by Lance.

“But I don't feel like this with Neville or—” He screwed his face. “—Tara.”

“Even supersubs can have different tastes, Draco, and with Tara you even are in concurrence.”

“But when I want to have sex with Hermione it’s only because I want her for her, not to put on a show for the dominants. I want to have sex with Neville as well, but Hermione has always been such a challenge. The first time she let me take her was a big shock. I was just teasing her and never had thought she would let me take her. I didn't even have permission from Alpha Fenrir.” He ducked his head as if the alpha were in the room. “It's different with her... I...” He leaned closer to Lance and almost whispered. “I almost feel like a dominant.” Then he grabbed his head and said in despair, “Oh please don't tell them.”

“Calm down, Draco. Everything is all right,” Lance said calmingly.

Hermione was surprised. She hadn't known that Draco was so worried about his behavior. She took his hand and squeezed it.

“Hermione, why don't you tell Draco how you feel around him.”

Hermione bit her bottom lip. “I... I feel attracted to him, but it is different to the dominants. He is so... sweet and it feels good to know that he wants me so much. Even though sometimes his advances are a bit annoying, I like it a lot. And the sex is...” She blushed and looked down.

“Sex is an important part of every single day of your life here and the two of you stutter around and blush as if you are virgins,” Lance said. “I want you to talk openly and not to think about as if I am going to judge you. So how is the sex with Draco?”

“Sweet; I can't really describe it. I don't have to do anything. I don't have to worry about satisfying him because I know he is already so happy that he is allowed to have me. Merlin that sounds so selfish.”

“It's not selfish and you are right about me being already happy to get you, pup,” Draco said and smiled reassuringly at her. “You always set off fireworks in me when you finally give in and let me take you. And when you almost jumped me today... it was... just wow.”

Hermione couldn't stop grinning. “I don't really know what this was, but when I looked in your eyes it just overwhelmed me. I needed this cozy, sweet sex feeling.”

“Sweet,” Draco said, crinkling his nose. “That's a better word for Neville.”

Hermione laughed. “Maybe for you, but I don't think about him as someone sweet.”

For some reason that made Draco push his chest out proudly.

“I think you two have a very important relationship or bond. Draco can live out his wish for domination and his urge for a challenge and you, pup, can balance out the feeling of being overwhelmed by the dominants around you as you don't seem to see Draco's sex practices as very dominant.”

That made sense for Hermione, but Draco still shifted nervously around.

“Just ask what is in your mind, Draco,” Lance instructed.

“I... I just don't understand it. I mean, look at all the dominants she can have. I...” He sighed and let his head hang. “I'm so small compared to them. I know that Neville is much happier with one of the bigger ones inside of him instead of me.”

“We are not speaking about Neville here. If you are worried about this, we can talk with him later. Now we speak about the pup, and it seems you can make her very happy. No matter what size. It seems you have other qualities. You are important to her in a way the dominants could not be, as she came with you up here and not anyone else, didn't she?”

Draco said up straight. “Yes.”

Hermione rolled her eyes at Lance. “Don't make his head swell up even more or it will explode.”

Lance chuckled, and Draco looked accusingly at her.

“Now that we seem to have gotten rid of the misunderstandings between you two, I still would like to see how you react to each other. Please try to forget I'm around and kiss each other.”

Draco scooted closer to Hermione and got lost in her brown eyes. He lifted his right hand to cup her cheek and she leaned into the touch. It felt as if sparks were flying from him to her and the other way around. They both leaned closer to each other until their lips met. Then Draco took over. He lost control completely, and Hermione's brain started to fog up. All the tension she had felt was gone. She moaned and that encouraged Draco even more. His hands wandered under her top while he ravished her mouth.

Soon Hermione was on her back and Draco was inside her. It was again this sweet, slow, cautious sex, and Hermione almost cried out with happiness. Draco kissed her collarbone while he drove as deep inside her as possible. His moans were so sweet because Hermione knew how much he enjoyed it. Even though their pace was slow, Hermione soon felt the familiar feeling of her orgasm approaching. She captured his hips close to her body with a death grip of her legs and came with a scream.

Draco didn't need any movement to come because his happiness with making Hermione come and her walls clamping down on his shaft made him lose it. He threw his head back and spurted his seed into her. Then he collapsed on top of her.

“Oh Merlin, they will punish me,” Draco muttered when he came to his senses. He was still lying on top of Hermione and buried his face in her shoulder.

“Nobody will punish you, Draco. Come on, get up, and I will get something to drink for the two of you while you dress again.”

Hermione could hear Lance standing up and leaving the room through another door.

“I'm sorry, but it overcame me, Hermione.”

“No problem. It's my fault as well. Merlin, I wanted you as much as I wanted you today in the lounge.” They disentangled themselves from each other, and Draco pushed his spent cock back in his shorts. He looked apologizing at the mess Hermione sat in. Her skirt was covered in Draco's seed and the couch was soiled as well. There was still some seed dripping out of Hermione.

“The joy of being the female one,” Hermione muttered and tried to move and wipe the mess with her already soiled skirt.

“Stop this, pup,” Lance reprimanded her when he came back, and she stilled. After giving both subs a glass of juice, he made a jerking movement with his hand and Hermione felt fresh again and wasn't sitting in a mess any more. Fumbling with her skirt she noticed that it was clean as well.

“Thanks,” she said shyly.

“My pleasure. Now stop looking so gloomy, you two. If I wanted you to stop, I would have told you so or would have stopped you myself.” When they still sat like beaten dogs on his couch, he added, “There is nothing wrong with your relationship, and if it helps, not one of the dominants were worried about it.”

That made both subs look up, surprised.

“It's something very positive if you are able to stop your human minds from interacting too much. You both have a benefit from it and your whole clan can benefit from it because they have two very balanced subs. So you two were and are the only ones who feared your relationship was abnormal and bad.”

Hermione felt very relieved, and she could see Draco smile, relaxed beside her as well.

“Everything cleared up now?” Lance asked and looked from one to the other.

Both nodded.

“Okay, then you can leave, Draco. You can use my exit if you don't want to see her mates so soon after.” Lance grinned when he saw the relieved look on the young man.

“See you later, pup,” Draco said and kissed Hermione quickly before he left.

“I see that you ignore his switches between calling you pup and Hermione. I can't see any pattern in it and no significant difference to your reaction to it. Does it matter at all to you if you are called pup or Hermione?”

“From Draco? No. I don't even notice which name he is using, and I don't think he does either. Is it important?”

“Important? I don't think so, but it is interesting. You seem to feel uncomfortable when I call you Hermione.”

“It's different. I mean only Neville and Draco call me Hermione.” Severus came immediately to her mind, but she tried to downplay it. “You are like a dominant and I think that's what makes it sound odd.”

“What was in your mind right now?” Lance eyed her, and Hermione felt like she was being x-rayed.

“Nothing.”

“Pup,” Lance said warningly.

“Please, I can't tell you.”

“Why?”

“Because someone would get in trouble.”

“The head beta?”

Oh Merlin, all the color left Hermione's face. How could he know?

“No need to panic, pup.”

“Please don't tell the Eldest. I swear he doesn't do it often, and I already spoke to him. He won't do it anymore, and he promised to not... to not do anything dangerous again.”

“Nothing dangerous?” Lance asked, amused. “I fear that's impossible for a head beta.”

Hermione sighed. “You know what I meant, don't you?”

“Yes, I know, and we will have a talk with your head beta later. We can solve all misunderstandings there. Back to your names. How do you feel about being called pup?”

Hermione shrugged. “It's okay. First I thought it sounded odd. I mean as if I'm a little dog or puppy or something. They never use it with anyone else. When they want to annoy a low rank or Draco they call them cubs not pups. It feels right now and I'm used to it.”

Lance watched her closely, and Hermione squirmed. “What?”

“Nothing, I just sometimes need a bit longer to read your aura. Do you want to go on? We still have two more hours before supper.”

Hermione nodded, and Lance stood up to go to the door that led to the conference room. Shortly after Lance came back, Fenrir stepped into the room, sniffing the air.

“Sorry, Alpha Fenrir,” Lance said and waved his hand again, obviously vanishing the smell of sex in the air.

When Fenrir approached her, Hermione was quickly lifted on his lap and was sniffed over from head to toe.

Lance sat there observing the scene in silence.

Hermione looked worriedly in Fenrir's eyes when he was finished with his examination. His eyes were completely yellow. “I'm all right, Fenrir.” She cupped his cheeks with her hands and looked deep into his eyes until the yellow lost its intensity and shrunk down to a thick ring around Fenrir's pupil.

“So can we start, Alpha Fenrir?” Lance asked.

“Of course,” Fenrir replied shortly.

“Then please tell me something about your alpha, pup.”

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