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Insatiable	By : BooBack Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 36900 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter List
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A/N: Thank you again for all the feedback.
Nari-Chan—your review made me laugh out loud. No, it will not be that violent, but he will definitely be taught a lesson.
Hedwig—I’m happy that you picked up on the Polyjuice thing, I was trying to make it seem like that could be it, but nope. :D I also loved that both you and Smile said ‘naughty indeed.’ We’ll see what happens next. 😊
Billy Green—thank you for the great review. I’m trying to sneak some plot in between the sex and I’m glad you’re enjoying both parts.
Smile—as always, I love your reviews and I’m glad it made you laugh. And Draco with feelings always makes me squishy as well. 😊
And I got a new reviewer for this chapter! Lady-Apis, I’m so happy you’ve enjoyed so far and I hope I continue delivering.
One question if you can all think on it and let me know. How much detail do you want on Ginny/Blaise/(maybe Pansy?). I can just imply it or go into detail, just let me know what you want to see.
Enjoy!
Chapter 6
Hermione looked back at Draco and her breath caught. ‘What the fuck?’ she asked.
Draco was still smirking and Cormac began fighting against his bonds. He had some sort of material shoved into his mouth and a tie was holding this in place and was fastened around the back of the high-backed chair, holding his head still.
His wrists were bound to the arms of the chair and his ankles to the legs. He looked angry, annoyed, upset and…turned on. His cock, which Hermione had to admit actually wasn’t a bad cock, was hard and jutting angrily from his body.
‘I’ve decided he needs to be taught a lesson,’ Draco said, looking over his handiwork with pride.
‘How did you—when did you do this?’ Hermione asked, sitting up.
‘A couple hours ago,’ he shrugged. ‘When I was heading to the toilets earlier, I overheard him speaking to someone in the corridor about how he had been waiting for you in your room last night.’
Hermione gasped and looked into Cormac’s eyes. If his mouth wasn’t otherwise occupied, she was sure he would be smirking.
Draco looked at Cormac and then her. ‘If you hadn’t stayed here last night…’ he left it at that, but she understood the implied meaning and her heart started pounding in her chest.
She looked at Draco, suddenly feeling quite angry. ‘And you were really going to let him watch us without me knowing?’
Draco let out a derisive snort. ‘Do you really think I’m that stupid?’ he asked. He met her eyes. ‘I can cast a very good disillusionment charm, Granger. That one was poorly cast on purpose so that you would notice it.’
‘But you still—we did stuff,’ she said, blushing from anger and embarrassment.
‘And yet you’re still almost fully clothed,’ he said, looking her over. She looked down. She was still wearing her bra and her skirt, and they had been facing away from where McLaggen was seated when Draco was going down on her, so he hadn’t actually been able to see anything too revealing.
Hermione breathed out and shook her head. ‘But, I don’t want him to see anything.’
Draco moved up closer to her on the bed and fondled her breast gently through her bra. ‘You’re fucking gorgeous,’ he said.
She flushed but shook her head. ‘That’s not what I mean,’ she said. ‘He’s…’ she looked at Cormac’s furious eyes. ‘He’d get too much enjoyment from it,’ she said flatly.
Draco smirked again. ‘Granger,’ he said. ‘He’s not going to enjoy this. He will not touch you and you will not touch him. He will sit there and watch me fuck you and he won’t be able to do anything about it. He won’t be able to touch himself, relieve himself, come.’
Hermione’s breath hitched again as she looked at Cormac’s cock, already straining. ‘Are you sure he won’t be able to…?’ she asked, meeting his angry eyes with contempt. Knowing now that he had been waiting in her room last night with who knows what kind of intentions, she felt even angrier at him than she had this afternoon when he had been squeezing her thigh. He was out of order, and he did need to be taught a lesson.
‘I’ve put a charm on it,’ Draco said. ‘He can’t come unless I take it off.’
She was still shaking her head, trying to think through what to do. ‘But he’ll tell people,’ she said. ‘That you and I are…’
‘I was going to wipe his memory afterwards,’ Draco said with a shrug.
They were speaking loud enough for Cormac to hear and his eyes widened at this as he shook his head as well as he could with it being bound and was yelling through the material in his mouth.
Hermione shook her head. ‘No,’ she said, and Draco gave her a confused look. She looked at Cormac. ‘What’s the point if he doesn’t learn anything. We’ll modify his memory,’ she said, a dark smile forming over her face. ‘But we’ll make it seem like it was just a bad dream.’
Draco’s smile copied hers. ‘Can you do that?’ he asked, and she could hear the lust in his voice.
‘Oh, I’m very good at memory charms,’ she smirked as she looked back at McLaggen.
She thought she could see some fear in his eyes and for some reason, this whole situation was now turning her on. She wanted, needed this power over him after the way that he had made her feel today.
She looked back at Draco and then grabbed the back of his neck to pull him to her to kiss him strongly. ‘Okay, let’s do it,’ she agreed when she pulled back. ‘But let me just…’ she crawled across the bed and checked all the bonds with her wand, making sure Draco’s were cast right and that Cormac hadn’t started getting free.
When she had finished checking, she stood up in front of him. ‘What do you think, Cormac,’ she said with a wicked smile. ‘Do you want to watch Draco fuck me?’ His eyes were still angry but she could see a bit of desire as well and she smiled. ‘Or I can just wipe your memory now and send you on your way.’
His eyes shone with a fire and she shivered with the power. She unhooked her bra and let it drop on McLaggen’s lap. He looked at her tits hungrily and then his head gave a quick nod, signalling his consent. She smiled widely and as he tried to push himself out of the chair to get closer to her, she moved away from him, hearing his muffled yelling again.
She backed up onto the bed and held herself back with one hand as the other came up to massage her breast and rub a nipple between her fingers, moaning softly at the feeling. Draco came up behind her, immediately grabbing her other tit in his hand, caressing it and pinching her nipple. She pushed her head back against his shoulder and moaned out loud. Draco kissed her neck and said, ‘You’re so fucking sexy like this, Granger.’
She brought her hand up behind Draco’s head and brought his head to hers to kiss her, her eyes still locked with McLaggen’s. Then, very deliberately, she brought her knees up and let one of her legs fall open, exposing her cunt to him and he groaned and pushed his head back against the chair, moaning through the gag in his mouth.
Hermione felt a tremble go through her body at the control that she held over the man before her. She brought her hand slowly down her body and then over her skirt to run a couple of fingers through her wet slit and then brought them back up to circle her clit. ‘Ah,’ she said, pushing back against Draco again.
Draco groaned against her back and slowly ran his hand down to join hers, pressing a finger against her clit strongly and then slipping down to slide a digit into her. ‘Fuck, you’re so wet,’ he said lustfully. ‘I can’t wait to sink my cock deep inside you.’
Hermione groaned with need, looking back at Cormac fighting against his bonds with a desperate look on his face. ‘As you can see, Cormac,’ she said through another moan. ‘I am perfectly satisfied.’
Draco let out a shaky breath against her neck and pushed another finger into her, fucking her slowly with them while his other hand still rubbed and worried her nipple. Hermione let Draco take over as she moved her hand behind her to hold his cock in her hand through his trousers and he hissed. He was now biting her shoulder as he thrust three fingers into her, her hips rising unconsciously to meet them.
McLaggen was breathing heavily through the gag in his mouth and Hermione had started panting as well at Draco’s ministrations. ‘Uhn, oh Draco!’ she moaned out as he twisted her nipple sharply. She squeezed his cock in pleasure and he groaned.
‘Come for me, Granger,’ Draco hissed into her ear, loud enough for McLaggen to hear. ‘Show him how fucking beautiful you are.’
She could see Draco looking straight at McLaggen as his fingers drove even harder into her and his thumb began circling her clit. His other hand pinched her nipple again and the look of desire in Cormac’s eyes as they fixed on her cunt made her reach her peak, her inner muscles spasming around Draco’s fingers.
She panted and laid her head back against Draco’s shoulder again as he slowly removed his fingers from her. She grabbed his hand and brought them up to her mouth, licking her release from his digits while maintaining eye contact with McLaggen, who looked like he was trying to get any sort of friction he could against his cock. The head was leaking pre-cum and Hermione smiled an evil little smile again. ‘You will not experience anything like that tonight, Cormac,’ she said. ‘You’re going to watch me come, and watch me get fucked, and you will still be sitting there, hard and aching and wishing for release.’
Draco grabbed her hair and pulled her back against him, licking her neck. ‘You’re making me so fucking hard,’ he said hotly. She smirked and turned in his arms to kiss him strongly.
‘Good,’ she said as she pulled away, then looked back at McLaggen, who was staring at her bum. ‘Because you promised to fuck my arse tonight, remember?’
Draco groaned. ‘Fuck yes, Granger,’ he said, reaching down and under her skirt to grab her arse in his hand, squeezing it firmly.
She pushed him back against the bed and kissed him again. Then she began kissing down his bare chest and stomach. She licked his navel and then began undoing his trouser buttons.
When she got his cock free of his trousers, she looked at it lovingly and then gave him a quick stroke with a fist and he hissed again. She looked at Cormac again who was shivering in the chair—she couldn’t tell if it was from anger or lust, or both. She gave Draco’s cock a broad lick and then took it into her mouth.
Draco brought himself up on an elbow, dragging the other hand through her hair to move it out of the way and show McLaggen what she was doing to his cock. She sucked the tip and dragged her teeth over it lightly like she knew he liked and then pushed further down. ‘Fuck,’ Draco said. ‘She’s got such a good mouth—just watch,’ he said with a smirk as Hermione took a deep breath and then pushed against him, taking him fully down her throat.
She could hear Cormac fighting against his bonds again and screaming obscenities through his gag. She pulled off of Draco to take a deep breath and smiled a wicked smile before repeating the process. Draco moaned out again, ‘We’ve been fucking her for months, McLaggen,’ he said with a smirk. ‘And that still feels just as amazing as the first time.’
Hermione smiled when she realised what Draco was doing, as Cormac now had a slightly confused expression at Draco’s use of the plural.
Draco’s grip on her hair tightened. ‘Have you seen my wife, McLaggen?’ he asked, looking at the Gryffindor tied to the chair. Cormac’s eyes were wide and he nodded slightly, obviously trying to figure out where this was going. Draco grinned at him. ‘Now just imagine Granger’s face between her legs,’ he said and Cormac’s eyes lidded as he looked at Hermione again. ‘The two of them get on very well,’ Draco said.
Hermione removed her mouth from Draco’s cock and smiled up at him. ‘And I love making her come just as much as I do you,’ she said, grinning back at Cormac. ‘But I’ve got other plans for this cock.’
Draco dragged her up his body and kissed her strongly while removing his trousers and socks. He then pushed her back and she was once again lying on the pillows as he made quick work of her skirt, the last remaining barrier between them. There was dark lust in his eyes now and Hermione could feel her cunt go wet at the look. He was going to fuck her and she would enjoy every second of it. He laid himself over her body and licked her neck, one of his hands grabbing her bum as he settled himself between her legs.
Her legs opened wide, inviting Draco into her heat. He grabbed his cock to position it and then slowly sheathed himself into her. She moaned out, grabbing his shoulder and his hair as he rocked himself deeper and deeper into her. ‘Gods,’ she sighed as held his cock fully inside her. ‘Fuck you feel amazing.’
He grinned and put one hand lightly onto her throat as he began thrusting into her fully. She looked up into his eyes, excited and needy. As he began ramming harder and harder into her, his hand slowly tightened around her neck and she felt almost giddy with the lust building in her. Her tummy was warm and tingly and she could feel him slamming against the end of her passage with each thrust. His cock felt so good and his hand was hot on her throat. ‘Harder!’ she yelled out the best she could.
His hips moved faster and harder against her cunt and she could feel herself getting closer. She moaned again loudly as he slammed against her. ‘Please,’ she cried and his hand squeezed tighter and the rush of dizziness combined with the tightening in her cunt made her freefall into the pleasure.
Draco pumped into her a few more times and then pulled out, commanding in a husky voice, ‘Roll over.’ She looked dazedly up into his face, her body and mind still high from her orgasm. Draco smirked and gave her a quick kiss before rolling her over roughly and pulling her up onto her hands and knees.
Her head fell back down against the pillows, but he didn’t seem bothered. He pushed two fingers into her cunt and Hermione felt that she was soaking from her orgasm. He pushed into her a few times, and then brought them out to press against her arse and she relaxed to let him push them in. She pushed her face further into the pillows and she groaned at the feeling. He fucked her with the fingers for a couple minutes, spreading them and stretching her and she was feeling warm and tingly again as he prepared her.
‘Draco, please,’ she said, feeling ready now.
He leaned forward and grabbed her hair and she cried out in pleasure. ‘Please what?’ he asked in that dark seductive tone that she loved.
‘For fuck’s sake, please fuck me!’ she said.
She heard him chuckle as he pulled his fingers from her arse, then he slowly dragged his cock through her slit, collecting the slick juices and spreading them over his cock. Then he positioned his cock at her bum. ‘Please!’ she begged again and he finally obeyed, slowly pushing his cock against her arse. He pulled her hair back as he sank his cock further and further into her bottom and she was panting from the mixture of the pain and the pleasure. ‘Yes,’ she said lustfully as he finally bottomed out, his thick cock stretching her and she moaned at the delicious feeling.
He began thrusting his whole cock in before pulling out so just the head remained. The hand that wasn’t grabbing her hair was spreading her open so that he could thrust himself even further into her. ‘Merlin, this arse is perfect,’ Draco said as he began fucking her rougher and harder. She whined as he yanked her hair again. ‘Tell me you love it, Granger,’ he said huskily.
She was panting hard as she felt him slam his hips against her bum, his cock sinking so deep into her arse. ‘Fuck, I love this, Draco,’ she yelled out. ‘Gods, I love it,’ she panted.
He pulled her hair back again as he kept pushing his cock into her. ‘I do too,’ he said hotly. ‘I absolutely love fucking you, Granger.’
She felt herself spasm again and her body grow hot from his words. She moaned out loudly as he became more unhinged, fucking her arse with determination, and her body climbed closer to her peak. ‘Yes,’ she yelled out. ‘Draco, fuck me!’
He grabbed her hips in both of his hands and as he fucked her harder and dug his fingers into her hips, she felt her body reach a new, dizzying height as it convulsed with one of the strongest orgasms that she had ever had. Her body was shaking as he thrust several more times before sinking deep and filling her arse as she collapsed forward onto the duvet.
Her lungs were on fire and she was breathing so heavily, she wasn’t sure she would ever get her breath back. Draco was breathing just as hard against her back, but the comforting feeling of having him there was worth the slight discomfort of being squished.
After several seconds, he finally pushed himself up and pulled back and she groaned at the loss, but then he rolled her over and lay against her to kiss her and she welcomed the gentleness after that.
At least, she would have if it wasn’t for the muffled screaming coming from the side of the bed. She looked up and saw Cormac huffing through his nose, his face red in anger and lust, his cheeks tear-stained, his body trembling and his cock so hard and utterly aching.
‘I kind of forgot about him,’ Hermione said with a slight smile to Draco, then back at McLaggen. ‘I do kind of feel bad though,’ she said, loud enough for Cormac to hear.
‘Granger,’ Draco said in warning. ‘I’ve said I don’t want you to touch him.’
‘Do you want to come, Cormac?’ she asked, sitting up and looking at the Gryffindor.
His eyes narrowed, like she had asked the stupidest question in the world, and he nodded once curtly.
‘What do you think you’re doing?’ Draco said, holding her down.
She looked at him and smirked. ‘I’m not doing anything,’ she said. ‘Why don’t you give him a hand, Draco.’ When she looked back at Cormac, he was now shaking his head again and yelling through the material in his mouth. Draco’s eyes were lit with a malevolent darkness as he realised what she was saying.
He leaned forward and kissed her again. ‘You should have been a fucking Slytherin.’
Hermione scooted back over to where Cormac was sitting and sat on the bed in front of his chair. ‘What will it be, Cormac?’ she asked. ‘I’m not going to touch you. If you want to come, it will be at Draco’s hand.’
She could see the annoyance and rage in his eyes, and then, looking down at his aching cock, the desperation and finally the acceptance as he pushed his head back, closed his eyes and nodded.
‘Take the spell off, Draco,’ Hermione said breathlessly.
Draco found his wand and muttered the counter-curse and Cormac lifted his hips slightly, trying to get any friction against his cock. Draco moved forward and grabbed McLaggen’s hair, forcing his head back to look at him. ‘If you ever touch something that doesn’t belong to you again, your punishment will be far worse than this.’ Then, keeping eye contact with the Gryffindor, Draco grabbed his cock and only had to pump it twice before McLaggen screamed and his cock started twitching out its release. Draco pulled away and Cormac, pitifully, came all over himself, yelling and then panting and then finally, passing out from the efforts.
Draco smirked and smacked the side of McLaggen’s head to make sure he was properly out. ‘Alright Granger, do your memory charm and I’ll take him back to his room.’ She nodded and moved to find her wand.
‘Tomorrow, we’ll have to pretend that none of this happened,’ Hermione said. ‘And that we are not shagging, to confirm to him that it was a dream.’
Draco nodded. ‘Naturally.’
She said the charms with perfect clarity and pronunciation, and then gave him quick cleansing and healing spells. Draco dressed himself, disillusioned McLaggen and levitated him, and then opened the door to take him back to his room. ‘You go have a shower,’ he said to Hermione on the way out, giving her a wink. ‘And I’ll join you when I get back.’
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Cormac awoke with a start. He blinked the sleep from his eyes and looked around, momentarily confused about where he was until he remembered he was in a hotel room in Edinburgh.
He closed his eyes again, trying to hold onto the dream that he had been having, but it was very rapidly seeping from him. He looked down at his morning erection. It had obviously been a good dream, but he couldn’t for the life of him remember what it was.
He decided that he would take care of his problem in the shower and removed himself from the bed to go to the ensuite. When he had turned on the shower and stepped inside, his hand automatically moved down to his cock, sliding his hand over it. He closed his eyes and conjured in his mind that moment from two nights ago when Hermione had slapped him across the face.
Fuck, if he hadn’t already been hard from touching her and tasting her, that look in her eyes would have done the trick. She was such a fucking sexy witch and that had just made him even more desperate to get her into his bed. He was annoyed that he had fallen asleep last night as he had intended to accost her when she had left the hotel bar.
He blinked a bit and his mind went a bit fuzzy at that point. He remembered standing outside the doors, and he remembered being back in his room, but he couldn’t quite remember how he had gotten there. He shook his head and ignored it as there were much more pressing matters at hand.
He thought again of Hermione, and how annoyed he had been that she hadn’t gone back to her room on Friday night. He had been waiting for her, ready to show her a good time, ready to take what was his—
If you ever touch something that doesn’t belong to you again, your punishment will be far worse than this.
Cormac’s eyes opened and suddenly the dream that he had had the night before came flooding back in, the details fitting themselves together like puzzle pieces.
He remembered being stuck, not being able to move or talk or touch himself as Hermione had been pushed into the room and quickly disrobed by…Malfoy?
He shook his head again, that couldn’t be right. He had seen Malfoy a couple times during the conference, and he was there on Friday night when Cormac had almost gotten Hermione to submit to him, so maybe that’s where he had come from in Cormac’s subconscious. There was no way that Hermione would actually sleep with him.
He shrugged and began replaying the actions of dream-Hermione and he moaned, taking his cock back into hand. His mind had created a completely hedonistic version of the bookish brunette, one who apparently liked going down on other witches and loved taking it up the arse, and he revelled in it. The way she had talked and moaned and screamed in pleasure made him shiver. Cormac very quickly replaced Malfoy with himself in the dream and imagined him doing all those dirty things to the bushy-haired witch.
He felt himself nearing completion when suddenly he was back in the chair, tied down, unable to move, and Malfoy’s cold steel-grey eyes looked into his as he threatened him and then forced him to finish on himself. Cormac felt himself draw back from his peak, and he tried to bring the image of Hermione back into his mind as he kept jerking his cock, desperate for release.
But the moment was over and he slammed his hand against the shower wall as he yelled out in frustration. He had been so ready, so close—why would his mind leave him with that image burned in his skull?
He opened his eyes again, now willing the image to disappear as he turned off the shower and dried off. He shook his head again and sighed. He had felt better when he hadn’t remembered the dream. Annoyed at his lack of release, he got dressed and headed down to breakfast.
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Sunday passed in much the same way as Saturday, with silly lectures and having to make nice with his parent’s friends at lunch. When he had seen Hermione, she had given him the same glare as the day before.
He still sat next to her and tried to put his hand on her leg, but she pushed him away and his mind was so agitated by his dream that his brain felt fuzzy and distracted, and he gave up quite a lot easier than he would have otherwise.
At lunch, his overheard conversation only cemented in his mind further the ridiculousness of his dream.
Malfoy was speaking to some of his investors, and had mentioned his wife and Hermione asked, ‘What is your wife’s name again, Malfoy?’
He had smiled. ‘It’s Astoria.’
‘That’s it,’ she said. ‘I can never remember, forgive me.’
After the last lecture, they all got a portkey back to Slug & Jiggers, the apothecary in Diagon Alley. The group had landed in an upstairs room, most of them apparating directly away, but Hermione and Malfoy went down the stairs into the shop. Cormac stayed for a few moments, shaking his head a few more times, trying to rid himself of the visions in his mind.
‘Charlie!’ he heard Hermione say happily from the shop below.
Curious, he walked down the steps and saw a broad-shouldered redhead absolutely devouring Hermione’s mouth. He recognised the man straight away, as he was a supplier of dragon’s blood to his parents’ shops. His eyes immediately looked over at Malfoy. The Malfoy in his dream would have destroyed the redhead in cold blood for the way that he was touching Hermione, but corporeal Malfoy just gave a laugh and said, ‘Get a room, Granger.’
Hermione then pulled away. ‘Gladly,’ she said with a wistful smile. ‘Meet me at my flat when you’re done?’ she said to the redhead.
‘Of course,’ he said, then turned to Malfoy. ‘Will you be joining us?’
Malfoy chuckled. ‘Sorry, I’ve made other plans tonight.’
They were all obviously unaware that Cormac was still present as they must have assumed that he would have apparated away like the others. He stood stunned, his head buzzing with the words that had been spoken and he watched with furrowed brows as Hermione and Malfoy left the shop, her hand holding his as they both disappeared with a pop.
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Harry was in the kitchen, putting together a salad to go with dinner, when he heard the sound of apparition. He looked towards the door and saw Hermione there with Malfoy.
‘Hiya Hermione, Malfoy,’ he said, turning back around to start chopping some tomatoes. ‘How was the conference?’
He suddenly felt a hard body against his back and Malfoy’s lips next to his ear. ‘I’m here to shag you, Potter, so put that knife down so we can go to the bedroom. Otherwise, I’m going to rip your clothes off right here and fuck you in front of Granger.’
Harry groaned and dropped the knife, feeling his stomach twist in delight at the words. He nodded and turned around and Malfoy’s lips were on his, kissing him deeply and claiming his mouth with his tongue.
‘I can finish the salad,’ Hermione said with a cheeky grin. ‘You boys have fun.’
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Before they had even made it into the spare room, Malfoy had already removed his own cloak and was unbuttoning his shirt. He kicked the door shut behind him and then stalked towards Harry. Harry’s breath shortened at the look in Malfoy’s eyes—they were dark, almost molten silver.
He grabbed Harry around the waist and pulled him right up against himself and their bodies met, both groaning out at the feeling. Malfoy pulled his hair back a bit to kiss him fully and Harry could feel the blonde’s hard cock starting to grind against his own. Then he pulled back and began removing Harry’s clothes.
‘You’re in a good mood today,’ Harry said breathlessly.
Malfoy looked at him with a wicked smile. ‘I am,’ he said, pulling Harry’s shirt over his head. ‘It’s been a very enlightening weekend,’ he said with a grin. ‘And I really can’t wait to fuck you again.’
Harry groaned and began undoing Malfoy’s trouser buttons, his whole body tightening in desire for the wizard in front of him. He wasn’t sure how Malfoy did this to him but it was so dizzying and exciting and he never wanted it to end.
Malfoy kissed him again quickly and then pushed him back towards the bed until he fell back against it. Harry scooted himself up a bit before Malfoy joined him, climbing on top of him and pushing a hand down his trousers to find his cock. ‘Harry,’ he said in that breathy whisper that made Harry instantly harden. Outside of the bedroom, Malfoy still called him Potter, so it was almost a Pavlovian response now that if Malfoy said his given name, he felt his stomach twist and his body prepare itself to be fucked.
Harry moaned and his hips thrust up into Malfoy’s hand again. Malfoy squeezed the shaft and wanked it a few times and then pushed Harry’s trousers down and away. Then, kneeling between Harry's legs, he grabbed his cock again and gave it a broad lick and Harry groaned.
With a few whispered words and wand movements, slick fingers quickly found Harry’s arse, gently penetrating and then spreading, stretching and preparing him for what he now knew would give him immeasurable pleasure.
When Draco added a third finger into his bum, Harry cried out, grabbing the cock that Malfoy seemed to be ignoring and giving it a squeeze. Malfoy pushed his hand away and then gave his cock another lick while continuing to fuck him with the three fingers, pushing gently into his sweet spot.
‘Fuck, Draco,’ Harry panted. ‘I need you. Fuck me now.’
Malfoy stopped and removed his fingers and Harry made to flip over, but Draco held his hips down and moved up his body, settling himself between Harry’s legs. Harry’s eyebrows knitted and he gave a short laugh. ‘Isn’t this a bit…intimate.’
‘Fuck off,’ Draco said. ‘I’m just sick of looking at the back of your head.’
‘Why, Malfoy, I didn’t know you cared,’ Harry said sarcastically.
Draco grabbed his hair, pulling it back against the bed and breathing hotly against his neck. ‘The only thing I care about, Potter,’ he said, using Harry’s surname in retaliation of Harry using his. ‘Is how far I’m going to shove my cock up your arse.’
Harry shivered in delight as Malfoy grabbed his own cock to position it against his bum, but then he smirked and pulled away and Harry groaned out. ‘Fuck me,’ he said angrily.
Malfoy put the head of his cock back at Harry’s arse, sliding it up and down, teasing him slowly. ‘Beg me,’ he said, his voice dark with lust.
‘Malfoy,’ Harry whined and Malfoy pulled his cock away and yanked Harry’s hair back again and Harry whimpered. ‘Draco,’ he corrected.
‘Tell me you’re mine,’ Draco breathed against his neck and Harry let out a shiver. ‘Tell me this arse is mine to fuck whenever I want, and I’ll be sure to do just that.’
Harry let out another groan, pushing his hips up, making his cock slide between their tummies, slicked by his pre-cum. But he bit his lip, not wanting to give into the blonde too easily.
‘Tell me,’ he said again, now pushing his cock slowly into Harry’s arse.
Harry moaned again and pushed his head back, shaking his head. Malfoy smirked and thrust his cock forward hard into him and Harry cried out in pleasure. But he didn’t start moving and Harry groaned again, this time in annoyance. He looked up into the blonde’s dark grey eyes and muttered out, ‘It’s yours.’
Malfoy smiled darkly and gave Harry another thrust, pulling his hair back again. ‘Say it again,’ he moaned. Harry’s cock gave a twitch at how much this was affecting Malfoy.
‘It’s yours,’ he said again, louder. ‘My arse belongs to you.’
Malfoy hissed in pleasure, looking down at Harry and then dropping down to kiss him fully and shove his tongue into his mouth, now beginning to thrust hard against his arse, taking him roughly and filling him fully with each forceful push.
He pulled away from Harry’s lips and shoved his hand back in Harry’s hair. He didn’t yank it or pull it again, but simply curled his fingers through it as he continued fucking Harry senseless. Harry was moaning, his arse was being fucked thoroughly and his cock was sliding between their now wet stomachs and he wasn’t sure but thought this might actually feel better than having Draco wank him off while fucking him.
Harry’s hand found Draco’s arse, grabbing it and pulling him closer against himself, pulling him deeper into his body and his head was shoved back into the pillows, panting as the blonde used him mercilessly.
Harry could feel himself building. The sweet friction of his cock between their bodies and Draco’s cock stretching him so tight and fucking him so deep and hitting that spot inside him that he never knew existed until Malfoy came along, all combined together until he felt himself moaning out, his body arching up against Malfoy, his hand grabbing the blonde’s perfect fucking hair as his cock twitched and pulsed and he shot his cum between them, making them both sticky with release.
Malfoy growled and leaned down to bite his shoulder as he thrust hard several more times before pushing in deep and filling Harry’s bum with his seed.
After a few moments, while still pulling deep breaths in from the room, Draco pushed himself up and pulled away from Harry, collapsing on his back next to him and still breathing deeply.
Breathless and dazed, Harry righted his glasses and looked over at the Slytherin. ‘Alright,’ he panted. ‘That wasn’t too bad.’
Malfoy snorted but said nothing, just looked up at the ceiling while trying to regulate his breathing. Harry looked over his sexy body and smiled to himself. Yes, he was Malfoy’s. He knew that. Had known it the first time they had been together, actually.
Harry still wanted to get back together with Ginny, but he knew that this wasn’t a phase or experimentation, even if that’s what it had been at first. And he wasn’t about to let it end. He hoped to the gods that Ginny would read his letter that he had sent and agree that they would stay married but both occasionally shag other people, but he wasn’t sure if she would even want that, let alone act on it, as they had both only been with each other before this.
He looked back over at Malfoy. ‘Who was your first?’ he asked, thinking about good he seemed to be at being with a wizard.
Malfoy let out a short laugh. ‘Blaise,’ he said, obviously understanding what Harry was asking.
Harry rolled onto his side and looked at Malfoy. ‘How?’ he asked.
Malfoy shook his head. ‘Fifth year,’ he said. ‘I was high on inquisitorial squad power,’ he chuckled. ‘I came back to the dorms, and he hadn’t cast a very good silencing charm around his bed. I looked in and saw him naked and wanking in his bed and, well it fucking turned me on seeing him like that.’
Harry nodded in understanding. Blaise was a fucking gorgeous specimen of man.
‘He was annoyed and surprised at first when I interrupted him,’ Malfoy said. ‘But it didn't take long before I had him under me, moaning my name with my cock up his arse.’
Harry shivered, feeling himself harden again at the thought. ‘That’s sexy,’ he breathed.
‘I’ll show you sometime,’ Malfoy said.
‘I’d like that,’ Harry said.
Malfoy smirked. ‘I’d like you again,’ he said, looking down at Harry’s growing erection in lust. Harry’s breath caught and as the blonde kissed him, he melted under him, ready—as always—to be taken again.
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Harry and Draco emerged from the spare room a while later and found that Hermione had left dinner out on the worktop for them with warming charms on them, but she was nowhere to be seen. Her bedroom door was closed, however, and Malfoy had mentioned that Charlie was visiting for the night. Thankfully, both rooms were equipped with silencing spells that activated once the door was closed.
‘Tikka,’ Harry said, when Draco looked at the food with his nose crinkled.
‘Excuse me?’ he said.
‘Tikka Masala,’ he said. ‘Hermione makes it quite a lot because it’s easy.’
Draco raised an eyebrow. ‘I serve you three course meals and this is what I get in return?’
Harry laughed and served out the food, which Malfoy regretfully admitted wasn’t that bad.
When they had nearly finished, Hermione’s door opened and Charlie Weasley emerged, wearing only a pair of boxers. He furrowed his eyebrows and looked at the two in the kitchen. ‘I thought you said you were busy, Malfoy.’
‘I am,’ he said. ‘Or rather, I was,’ he said, looking over Harry with a grin, making him flush.
Charlie walked over to the kitchen, grabbing a bit of naan bread and sitting with them at the table. ‘What’s going on with you and my sister then?’ Charlie asked Harry.
He shrugged. ‘Bit of a fight,’ he said. ‘But we’ll make up soon, I’m sure.’
Charlie frowned, but didn’t push any further.
‘Where’s Granger?’ Draco said.
‘Sleeping,’ Charlie said.
Harry looked over to Hermione’s room and could make out her form lying across the bed, barely covered by the duvet, looking completely knackered. ‘What did you do to her?’ Malfoy asked with a chuckle.
Charlie shrugged this time. ‘Tied her up and fucked her to unconsciousness.’
Harry looked closer at the sleeping witch and could make out faint pink lines around her wrists, like she had been struggling against some sort of bonds.
‘Bondage?’ Malfoy said. ‘Haven’t tried that yet.’
‘It’s fucking brilliant,’ Charlie said with a far off smile.
Malfoy had finished his dinner and said, ‘Well, I should get going. Busy day tomorrow.’
‘I’ve got your dragon’s blood,’ Charlie said. ‘If you want it now.’
‘Nah,’ Malfoy said. ‘Just give it to Granger and she can bring it in tomorrow.’
Charlie nodded and then stood up as well. ‘See you later,’ he said, ‘I should take a nap as well before she wakes up again.’
Draco chuckled. ‘Good shout,’ he said. ‘You should expect some sort of retaliation.’
Charlie grinned. ‘I can’t wait.’
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Charlie had gone back into Hermione’s room and Malfoy had just apparated away and Harry slumped down onto the sofa, exhausted.
When there was a quick knock at the door, Harry dragged himself up to open it, sure that Malfoy had forgotten something.
‘Gin!’ Harry cried out in surprise.
Ginny Potter stood on the threshold. Harry tried to move closer to her, but she held her hand out before he could get too close. ‘Harry,’ she said. ‘I’ve just come here—’
‘Did you get my letter?’ he asked hopefully.
She gave a quick nod. ‘Yes,’ she said and at Harry’s gesture, she moved inside so that the door could close behind her.
‘And?’ he asked, trying to move closer to his wife, but she held out her hand again to stop him from coming closer.
‘Harry,’ she said. ‘Please let me talk.’ He nodded. ‘I—I did get your letter, but I…I think I had already decided before I got it that I want to—that I’m going to sleep with someone.’
Harry nodded again, looking at her encouragingly. He wasn’t sure why he was so giddy at the fact that Ginny wanted to sleep with someone else.
‘I’m not quite ready to make up yet,’ she continued. ‘I need a bit more time.’ Harry now frowned, a bit put out as he had been hoping that this was the end of their fight. ‘But I wanted to let you know of my intention, and I need you to know that I haven’t been with anyone else yet.’
Harry shook his head. ‘That doesn’t matter, Gin. I know—’
‘But it does matter,’ she interrupted, suddenly quite urgent and Harry’s eyebrows lifted.
‘Why?’ he asked.
She took a deep, shaky breath. ‘Because I’m pregnant.’
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