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Insatiable	By : BooBack Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 36900 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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A/N: Thank you again to my amazing reviewers for their lovely comments. They make me so excited to write more of this story. This chapter isn’t quite as long but there’s quite a bit going on so I hope you all like it. 😊
Chapter 5
Blaise smiled at the redhead and said the only word that he knew would get her to stay and talk to him.
‘Malfoy.’
Her eyes widened and he could see the cogs turning in her brain. She looked around and sat down across from him. She met his eyes. ‘So, he’s…he’s done it then?’ she asked.
Blaise smirked. ‘More than once, from what I saw.’
She blinked. ‘Saw?’
Blaise shrugged. ‘I’m at the Manor from time to time, and I happened to walk in on them.’
Ginny sat back and put her hands on her head. ‘And was he…enjoying it?’
Blaise nodded. ‘Thoroughly.’
She stared at him for a few moments, a hundred emotions crossing her face before she finally seemed to focus on him again. ‘And why are you telling me this?’
‘Because I want you,’ he said nonchalantly.
She looked shocked. ‘Pardon?’
He shrugged again. ‘You know that I wanted you during school,’ he said. ‘And I could tell you wanted me from all the times you gave in and snogged me in dark corridors while Potter was away.’
She flushed and looked around again, making sure no one was listening. ‘That was only between us, I’ve said that to you,’ she said.
He smirked. ‘I know. Just a bit of stress relief, wasn’t I? I knew you wanted to be with him and that’s why it never went any further with us, but now that Potter is off shagging Malfoy, why can’t you have a little fun too?’
‘What, like revenge?’ she asked.
‘More like quid pro quo,’ he said and she stared at him again for another few long moments.
‘Aren’t you married?’ she asked.
Blaise grinned. ‘Why, do you want Pansy as well? She does have a wicked good tongue.’
Ginny flushed again and looked down at the table. ‘I—I don’t know, Blaise,’ she finally stuttered out.
He finished his coffee and stood up. ‘You don’t have to decide now,’ he said. ‘Just think about it.’
She blinked a few times and then looked up. ‘And if I decide that I do want that?’
He smirked. ‘Owl me.’
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Hermione was lying halfway over Draco, kissing his chest after quite an enthusiastic morning shag. He had a hand in her hair and was caressing it lightly.
‘You’re looking quite feral this morning, Granger,’ he said, still a little out of breath.
She laughed gently at his appraisal of her hair. It was entirely his fault that it was bushier than normal. When they had made it to his suite last night, he had dragged her straight to the shower, and after giving each other a wash, he had pushed her face-first against the tiles and, holding one of her legs up—both for leverage and access—had taken her again under the warm flow of the water.
When both of their climaxes had echoed through the room, he had turned the water off and then lifted her to toss her wet body onto the bed—not bothering with a drying charm—and then proceeded to spend enough time with his face between her legs for her hair to dry almost completely into a frizzy mess. The fact that she had also had her head pushed back into the pillows, shaking her head back and forth as she screamed out in orgasm after orgasm probably didn’t help matters much either.
And then the icing on the cake was when he crawled up her body, settled his hips between hers, filled her again with his re-hardened cock and pounded her thoroughly into the mattress.
‘It’s your fault,’ she finally replied and he groaned, obviously now replaying the actions in his head which had brought it about to its current state.
They lay in comfortable silence while he continued to play with her hair, until he said, ‘Granger?’
‘Mmhmm?’ she asked, still lying against him.
‘Could you spend a few nights at the Manor this week with Astoria?’ he asked.
She looked at him with knitted eyebrows. ‘What do you mean?’ she asked.
‘It’s just—Blaise and Pansy are going away for the week to Blaise’s grandfather’s villa in Italy and Astoria isn’t going with them as she has too much work to do for this wedding for some princess and…and I really think she would appreciate the company.’
‘And your company wouldn’t be enough?’ Hermione asked genuinely.
He sighed. ‘Just forget it.’
‘Draco,’ Hermione said softly. ‘What is it?’
‘I mean that she really likes shagging you, Granger. And I think she could use the stress-relief as she’s getting quite frustrated with work.’
Hermione smiled, realising what he was asking. ‘I really like shagging her as well,’ she said. ‘If that’s what she wants then I’m happy to stay there for a few nights to help her out.’ He nodded. ‘You really do care about her, don’t you?’ Hermione asked, brushing a hand over his chest.
He sighed again. ‘You and your fucking feelings.’
Hermione giggled. ‘It’s called pillow talk, Draco,’ she said. ‘If you’re comfortable enough to shag someone, you should be comfortable enough to talk about your feelings.’
He snorted. ‘And yet it only seems to be you that gets me to do it.’
Hermione bristled. ‘Well, obviously everyone else you’re shagging is an emotionally vapid flobberworm,’ she said heatedly. She pushed herself away from him and sat up to get ready to go back to her own room.
‘Granger,’ he said, apologetically. ‘It was supposed to be a compliment.’
‘Well, it wasn’t,’ she said, finding her clothes to put back on. ‘I’m sorry that I’m not like that, like them,’ she said angrily. ‘I’m sorry that I have emotional depth and that when I’m shagging someone, I end up caring about more than just the sex.’
‘It’s not—’ he started but she cut him off.
‘You don’t understand, do you? I care about you,’ she said. ‘All of you. Blaise, Pansy, Astoria, you.’ She lifted her eyes to look into his. ‘And all I’m asking for is some proof that you can actually feel.’ She scoffed and looked down, missing the look in his eyes, which was strangely akin to hurt. ‘But if you can’t even care about your wife—’
She gasped as he grabbed her wrist and hauled her back to him to look into his eyes. ‘No, Granger, it’s you that doesn’t understand. I love her.’
‘Sorry?’ she asked in astonishment.
‘I love her,’ he said again, softer this time. ‘Not like—it’s like what you would have with Potter, I guess,’ he said and sighed. He ran a hand through his hair, seemingly suddenly embarrassed. ‘She’s my best friend, Granger. She’s perfect and I just—I want to make sure that she is always happy.’
Hermione’s eyes were wide. Who was this and where the fuck was Draco Malfoy?
‘So, please don’t ever insinuate that I do not care for her,’ he said. He let go of her wrist. ‘And what I meant earlier was that you are the only one that I’ve ever felt comfortable enough to talk about my feelings.’
He looked down and suddenly looked very vulnerable and Hermione felt a strange twinge in her chest. ‘Draco,’ she said softly and sat back down onto the bed to bring him closer to herself, hugging him and kissing his chest. ‘I’m sorry,’ she said.
‘Plus, it’s not like there’s many others at the moment,’ he said and she looked up, again surprised. ‘Have you met yourself, Granger? You’re fucking insatiable.’
She laughed out loud and then smiled. ‘Sorry about that.’
‘I fucking love it,’ he said. ‘But honestly, between you and Potter, it doesn’t leave me much energy for any other additional activities.’
She sighed happily against his chest. ‘Is that it, then?’ she asked. ‘Me and Harry?’
‘I mean, aside from the ones whom you also shag…’ he said. ‘Yeah, that’s it just now.’
She thought about saying something else, about teasing him a bit further for maybe actually caring about a couple of Gryffindors, but she knew that it had been hard enough for him to get out what he had confessed to her already and she was feeling warm and happy thinking about it.
She kissed his chest again, at first softly and chastely, but then she became more determined, kissing her way down his stomach and over his navel and then pushing him back against the pillows until her face was level with his cock, which was half-hard in anticipation.
‘Insatiable,’ he said with a groan as her hot mouth enveloped his cock.
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Hermione, placing herself at the end of the queue for breakfast, looked out at the underground village outside of the window. She remembered visiting Edinburgh when she was young with her parents and seeing Mary King’s Close and the medieval streets under the city and thought at the time that it seemed like something magical—not knowing at the time that there was actually a sprawling magical community still inhabiting these subterranean streets.
She waited patiently in the queue, still feeling happy and elated after her conversation with Draco that morning. She hadn’t even thought about Cormac McLaggen and what had happened in the corridor last night until someone behind her whispered in her ear, ‘You didn’t stay in your room last night.’
She turned to reply with that’s none of your business, but then realised what he said and looked at him. ‘How do you know which room is mine?’ she asked angrily.
He shrugged. ‘Might have overheard it when you were checking in.’
Hermione saw red. ‘And how do you know if I was there or not?’
He just shrugged again and Hermione gripped her wand tightly in her hand, feeling suddenly very uneasy. She looked up, trying to find Malfoy among the crowd, but couldn’t see his tell-tale blond hair.
‘Stay away from me, Cormac,’ she said crossly. As it was now her turn to collect her breakfast from the buffet, she moved quickly through to get away from him. Thankfully, this seemed to work and she did not see him for the rest of breakfast.
Malfoy was only here for the business connections—talking with potential investors and telling them of her move to their company and that some of her ideas were already being put into motion. This interested many people and by the end of the day, he had secured extra funding for her projects.
However, this meant that he did not attend the lectures that she and McLaggen—whose parents owned a few apothecaries—unfortunately did. Cormac took advantage of the long lectures and made sure to sit beside her whenever possible, continuing to make snarky comments throughout the day.
Thankfully, he hadn’t tried anything as forward and inappropriate as the night before, but she was feeling very uncomfortable being around him, and even more so as the day wore on.
She really didn’t want to resort to violence or magic if she didn’t need to as she was trying to be as professional as possible during the conference, but in the last lecture he had gotten more insistent, resting his hand on her leg while leaning over her to speak into her ear. ‘You did it just to annoy me, didn’t you, you slag?’ he said, squeezing her thigh tightly. ‘Fucking someone else when you knew I wanted you.’ She dug her nails into his hand on her thigh but he seemed unfazed.
She closed her eyes and breathed out heavily, willing herself to get through this lecture so that she could get away from him for the remainder of the evening. She shoved his hand off her thigh and said in a low and angry whisper. ‘If you touch me again, Cormac, you’ll be sorry.’
‘I will have you, Hermione,’ he said resolutely, giving her leg another squeeze before moving away and sitting back in his chair, smirking to himself.
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On Saturday afternoon, about the same time Hermione’s nails were digging into Cormac McLaggen’s hand, Harry was making himself a cup of tea when there was a knock at the door. He frowned and moved over to it and seeing his best friend through the peephole on the other side, he opened it.
When Ron saw Harry instead of Hermione at the door, he frowned in confusion. ‘Harry?’ he asked. ‘Are you still staying here? Haven’t you and Ginny made up yet?’
‘No, we haven’t,’ Harry said, then thinking of the letter that he had sent this morning, he said, ‘But hopefully we will soon. Hermione’s letting me stay here until we do.’
Ron nodded and looked around, ‘Is she here?’
Harry shook his head. ‘No,’ he said. ‘She’s at a Potions Conference up in Scotland for the weekend. I think she said she’ll be back tomorrow night.’
Ron ran a hand through his hair and sighed. ‘Damn,’ he said. ‘I really wanted to speak to her about something.’
Harry motioned for Ron to come in and sit down on the sofa. ‘About what?’ he asked.
Ron looked up at Harry and then shook his head a bit. ‘It’s not like she’d speak to me anyways, after what I did that day.’
Harry frowned. ‘What do you mean?’
Ron sighed. ‘At least after we broke up, we still spoke sometimes,’ he said. ‘But after that thing in that foyer, it’s like she’s avoiding me.’
Harry shook his head; he didn’t think Hermione was avoiding Ron. ‘How so?’
‘I’ve owled her a couple times and her replies have always been very short,’ he said. ‘I just—I think I’ve fucked up mate.’ When Harry took too long to formulate a reply, he continued, ‘I was just so annoyed and jealous about what Malfoy said, you know?’ Harry nodded. ‘When he said that she’d not only been with his wife but all those snakes,’ he said. ‘And my brother…’
Harry nodded again and patted Ron on the shoulder. He wasn’t quite sure what to say but he knew that Ron just needed to vent to someone, and they didn’t really have the time at work to do so.
Ron sighed, ‘But I mean—it was kind of sexy right, seeing her with Malfoy’s wife?’
‘Astoria,’ Harry corrected absentmindedly.
‘Right, and when Astor—’ he stopped and looked at Harry. ‘Wait, what?’
Harry scrunched his nose, realising his faux-pas. ‘She’s actually quite a nice witch.’
Ron’s eyebrows furrowed. ‘And how would you know that?’
Harry sighed. He was absolutely not ready to tell Ron that he was being shagged by Draco Malfoy. ‘After you left work yesterday, the others had a case with a potion that needed analysed. I told them I’d take it to Hermione, but didn’t remember until afterwards that she was away for the weekend, so I took it to Malfoy Manor. Astoria was there alone and asked if I wanted to have dinner with her.’ He explained with only a couple white lies.
Ron jaw had dropped a bit. ‘You had dinner with Malfoy’s wife?’
Harry nodded. ‘Like I said, she’s actually really nice, and funny.’
‘But what did you talk about?’
Harry shrugged. ‘I dunno. Mostly about Malfoy and how they got married because they were friends, and even though they don’t sleep with each other, they’re quite happy with what they have.’
Ron eyebrows knitted. ‘So, they both shag Hermione but not each other?’
Harry nodded. ‘Yeah, I guess so. She said they just don’t do it for each other.’
Ron shrugged it away. ‘And? Anything else?’
Harry shook his head, trying to think of what else they had talked about when he thought of something. ‘Apparently they are Lord and Lady Malfoy,’ he said with a laugh. ‘Can you imagine that?’
But Ron didn’t laugh. He actually looked quite confused. ‘Are they?’
‘That’s what she said,’ Harry said.
‘Where are his parents?’ Ron asked.
Harry’s mouth gaped a bit and he shook his head. ‘No idea.’
‘Well, traditionally,’ Ron started. ‘In the Wizarding World, only the oldest heirs residing in the Estate hold the title,’ he said. ‘So, Malfoy would only be Lord Malfoy if his parents had left the Manor and didn’t plan on coming back to stay.’
Harry shook his head again. ‘I didn’t know that.’
Ron shrugged. ‘Wonder where ol’ Lucius has fucked off to then,’ he said rhetorically.
Harry then shrugged as well. ‘Probably afraid he’d be found out with some dark artefact that would reverse his pardon.’
After a few moments of confused silence, Ron slapped his knees and stood up. ‘Well, can you let Hermione know that I was asking for her?’
‘Of course,’ Harry said.
‘I really do miss her, Harry,' he said as he reached the door. ‘That’s what I miss most about us not being together anymore.’
‘What’s that?’ Harry asked.
‘Just spending time with her,’ he said. ‘Talking to her, being able to ask her advice.’
Harry sighed. ‘It has been nice the last few weeks.’
Ron stared off into space and smiled. ‘She used to drag me to the Muggle Cinema to see these ridiculous romantic stories,’ he said, looking up at Harry. ‘Never told her that I actually quite enjoyed them,’ he said with a sad sigh. ‘I kind of miss that, you know. Do you know how daft I would look trying to go on my own?’
Harry cleared his throat. ‘I could go with you,’ he said and Ron gave a short laugh. ‘Not to a romantic one,’ Harry continued. ‘That’s not the only films there are.’
Ron suddenly brightened up a bit. ‘Yeah?’ he asked. ‘We could go later this week?’
Harry nodded. ‘Definitely,’ he said. ‘Let’s say Wednesday or Thursday? After work?’
‘It’s a plan,' Ron smiled. 'See you on Monday, mate,’ and headed towards the door.
‘Yeah,’ Harry said. ‘See you then.’
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By the time it got around to dinner, Hermione was exhausted, not only from the mental stimulation of the conference and the social exhaustion of speaking to so many people, but also having to be hyper-aware at all times of where McLaggen was and what he was doing.
She was quite happy when she didn’t see him at dinner, hoping that he had perhaps taken it outside of the hotel. After dinner, Malfoy had found her to take her to the hotel bar for a few drinks with some of his investors, who were very excited to meet the witch who was apparently going to make them all rich—or rather, richer than they already were.
Hermione finally begged off at around 11 o’clock. She was tired and wanted to get some rest before she had to do everything again the following day. Malfoy gave his excuses as well and said he would walk her to her room.
In the lift, she knew from the bright look in his eyes, the fact that his hand moved possessively over her lower back and that he had only pressed the button for his floor that she would again be spending the night in his suite.
As soon as Draco got the door to his room open, he pushed her inside and immediately started pulling her clothes off as he kissed her urgently. She wasn’t sure what had gotten into him, aside from the couple of drinks that they had had. Not that he was a dispassionate person, but he was rarely this…exuberant.
Once he had removed her robes and pulled her shirt over her head with a grin, he pushed her back towards the bed. ‘Draco, what—?’ she started as he shoved her back and she fell back onto the bed, lying with her legs spread and in only a bra on top.
He leaned over her to give her another kiss and then kissed down her, pulling one of her tits free from her bra to give it a quick nip and then continued kissing down until he reached her skirt. He pushed it up and roughly pulled down her knickers so that she was bare to him.
His fingers quickly spread her open and he looked at her for a moment and said, ‘That’s fucking beautiful,’ before treating her to a long lick.
‘Oh, fuck!’ she cried out as he started licking and laving at her. He was on a mission, it seemed, as he very enthusiastically ate her out. She grabbed his hair in her hands and moaned loudly as he brought her closer and closer to her peak. ‘Fuck, Draco,’ she breathed.
He shoved two fingers into her, pressing roughly against her g-spot and she cried out as her body tipped over into a strong orgasm, her body shaking as he kept at her. He looked up at her, then very briefly above her head before dipping his head back down and pressing now three fingers roughly into her, licking her again and nipping at her clit. He brought his other hand up to push under her bra, taking a nipple between his fingers to pinch harshly.
‘Merlin,’ she moaned, gripping his hair and pushing him against her hard as her hips started coming up to move rhythmically against his face and tongue. ‘Please,’ she said softly. ‘I’m almost there, oh gods!’ she yelled. He had slipped one of his fingers down and pressed it against her bum, pushing it into her backside roughly.
His eyes met hers again and he lifted his head long enough to say, ‘I’m going to fuck your arse tonight, Granger.’ She shuddered and moaned again as his fingers kept up their rhythm. ‘Is that what you want?’
She nodded, her body shaking and sweating already, and she was so turned on with how much he seemed to want her. ‘Gods, yes,’ she said breathlessly.
He smirked and brought his mouth back down to her clit, suckling it softly and pushing another finger into her arse. Her hips shot up as she climaxed again, her breathing coming in short pants as he slowed his fingers and tongue, letting her ride it out. He licked her gently a couple more times and then pulled back, standing up and undoing his shirt buttons. ‘Lie up on the pillows,’ he said as he shoved off his shirt.
She shimmied up towards the top of the bed, her head lying back against the pillows. She looked at Draco with lust in her eyes but then suddenly she noticed something out of the corner of her eye on the other side of the bed, like the shimmer of a poorly cast disillusionment spell. She quickly pulled her wand from her holster and said the counter-charm, gasping at the sight that it revealed.
Draco smirked when he heard her speak the spell, his eyes focusing on the spot that Hermione’s eyes were now fixed on. ‘I may have done something a bit naughty,’ he said with a dark smile.
Next to the bed, naked and hard, gagged and bound to a chair, was a red-faced Cormac McLaggen.
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