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Secrets	By : redheadfaerie Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 12362 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"So, how's Boy Wonder been?" Draco whispered into her ear, the warm breath of air caressing her skin. He nuzzled his nose into the tender skin of her neck before licking up its length, catching the lobe of her ear in his mouth, pulling on it between his lips and playing with it with his tongue.
"Why do you always have to bring him up?" she asked through pleasure-induced wimpers as his hands went under her shirt, ghosting the skin just above the waistband of her low-rise jeans. His fingers traced light designs over her flat stomach, making the tantalisingly slow journey up to her breasts.
"Because, I want you to remember; every single time I touch you, every single time I kiss you, and especially every single time I fill you with my cock until you're screaming out my name. I want you to remember that even though you're dating him, it's me you can't get enough of." He punctuated his words with demonstrations, first pinching her already hard nipples through the black lace of her bra before kissing her lips so lightly that they barely touched, and finishing off by thrusting his erection against her, making her give a breathy moan, despite the fact that there were still too many layers of clothing between them.
Instead of talking, she responded by harshly pulling Draco's shirt over his head, jerking his hands out from under her own, pushing the red baby doll tee so it was bunched above her breasts. Once his lean torso was revealed, she leaned forward, trailing her lips and tongue over his pale skin until she reached his nipples, where she took each into her mouth in turn, sucking and nipping at them.
"Fuck, Granger," he moaned as he moved their positions so that his back was leaning against the wall, his head lolling off to the side. She smiled into his chest while continuing her assault, her mouth moving lower and lower as her hands worked at his belt, pulling both his trousers and his boxer briefs down in one motion far enough for him to step out of them.
As his erection sprang forward without the fabric to hold it down, he sucked in a quick breath in response to the cool air of the abandoned dungeon classroom. Not giving him much time to feel the chill, she wrapped her soft small hand around the thickness, slowly pumping her hand up and down over it, stopping every now and then to let her thumb tease the head, spreading the precome that was leaking out in circles.
Her tongue was lathing his scrotum, sucking the loose flesh in and out of her mouth, when she pulled away. He looked down at her questioningly, clearly upset that she had stopped. "Sit down," she told him, looking up the line of his body. Following her instructions, he moved to sit on the professor's chair, his legs wide, leaving room for her to settle back between them, his cock throbbing as it proudly stood at attention.
She cast a cushioning charm on the stone floor and placed her wand on the desk before kneeling down. She ran her hands up and down his calves before moving up to his thighs, relishing the absolute maleness of his legs, covered in coarse blond hair. She rested one hand on a thigh and with the other, once again took hold of his shaft, stroking from root to tip and back again, over and over.
Soon enough she lowered her face, opening her mouth and gently took him into her mouth, lightly sucking on the head, every now and then adding in a swirl of the tongue. With no warning, she dove down, most of his generous cock filling her until it hit the back of her throat. He groaned out his pleasure, threading his fingers into her bushy hair, which she had unbraided specifically for him, helping guide her while never forcing her into going faster than she wanted.
Just when he was about to come, she pulled away for the second time, only this time she received a glare for her troubles, to which she gave him an innocent look. "What? I want you to come in me, and not down my throat." Pushing him slightly back in his wheeled chair she scooted onto the top of the desk after scourgify-ing the surface. She then started to pull her shirt over her head, slowly revealing her breasts. When he decided she was going too slow, he stood up and reached around her to unhook her bra.
Before he had even finished his task, she started unbuttoning her jeans, lifting her hips so he could yank the offending clothes off of her body. The moment the last garment was kicked off and to the floor, she grabbed a hold of the back of his neck, pulling him up to meet her in a heated kiss, tongues probing each others mouth as though searching for water in the desert.
Leaving her mouth, he started kissing down her neck, nipping at her collarbone before going lower, sucking a nipple into his mouth, simultaneously pushing two fingers into her wet waiting pussy causing a deep moan to escape her lips as her body arched towards him.
He moved on to the other nipple, his fingers pumping faster into her as she bucked against his hand. She was already starting to come undone as he worked his way down her body and by the time his tongue met his fingers, it only took three swipes at her clit for her to become completely unhinged.
Giving her no time to recover, he quickly stood back up and in one swift motion, entered her so he was fully sheathed, his moan of pleasure intermixing with her whimpers as she rode out her orgasm around his cock. Her weight was braced against her arms as she leaned back on the desk, and he lifted her so she was barely resting on it, the new angle allowing him even deeper access as he pummeled her at an extremely fast pace. When he felt he was going to come soon, he slowed to a leisurely pace, leaning in to take her lips in a searing but chaste kiss.
The slow pace was driving Hermione mad and it didn't take long for her to pull away from the kiss with a whimper as his mouth reattached itself to a nipple. "Malfoy�faster�please," she moaned. When he didn't go faster in the least, she dug her heels into his ass. "Please?" she asked as pathetically as possible while he continued on with his rhythm as though he hadn't heard her.
Getting annoyed, she took one of her hands away from behind her, resting fully on the other arm. She threaded her fingers through his hair and put even more pressure to her feet, effectively stopping his motions and forcing him to look her in the eyes. "Please," she requested forcefully.
In response, ho gave her one nod and extricated himself from her grasp, pulling out of her. She made a sound of protest, but he backed her up so she was lying down fully on the desk, her legs spread wide and her feet planted down firmly. Climbing onto it with her he placed himself at her core and thrust into her. The first few seconds he continued going slow, but then he started to give her exactly what she wanted: a nice hard fuck.
A few minutes of deep guttural noises from the both of them, the sound only interrupted by that smack of flesh upon flesh, he was ready to come, but he wanted her to go first. He leaned most of his weight on one arm, reaching his hand down between their bodies to play with her swollen clit. She came sooner than he expected calling out his name, as though the light touch had been all she had been waiting for, and he was more than happy to follow her. Once he was completely spent in her, he let his arms give out, crushing her against the desk as they each worked on steadying their breathing, his head tucked into her neck.
When they both had their breathing under control, Hermione gave Draco's ass a light smack. "Malfoy, you're crushing me."
He pulled out of her and made his way to the floor, helping her to her feet as well before finding his wand and cleaning both them and the desk off before saying a charm so the desk would be just as dirty as it was when they walked in and no one would be the wiser of what had happened on it, as well as one to freshen the air.
They dressed slowly, fixing each others clothes and hair until they looked exactly as they had when they arrived. Once they were presentable, they moved over to a table that held their backpacks and got down to work figuring out the prefect rotations as well as other mundane head boy/girl duties.
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Hermione arrived back at the Gryffindor common room an hour later. She scanned the room to see what was going on, locating Ginny in a chair, her Potions book in her lap, and Ron in another chair, Lavendar in his lap. Not seeing Harry anywhere, she assumed he was either in his room or at the owlry visiting Hedwig. And so she took an open seat near the fire, pulling out her Arithmancy text.
Ten minutes later, Harry came into the common room through the portrait hole and sat down next to Hermione, draping his arm around the back of her spot and resting his head on her shoulder after she greeted him with a chaste hello kiss. "How was your meeting?" he asked, nuzzling into her neck, his hand reaching over and resting on her stomach.
"Same as always, though McGonagall's decided that we need to work on inter-house unity. She feels that if we can all start to get on well enough with each other at younger ages, there will be less chance of another Voldemort popping up, especially if there are people willing to follow. So, Malfoy and I get to come up with a few ideas and work with the prefects on organizing activities by age group and such. It should be fun. Hard work, but fun."
Harry snorted at the thought. "I doubt it would make a difference in the long run, but if you need me to help with anything, just let me know."
Hermione smiled and turned her torso towards him. "You, Harry Potter, are a wonderful boyfriend," she told him with a peck on the lips.
"And don't you forget it," he replied. Taking advantage of her new position, he grabbed a hold of her leg, forcing her to drop her book as he pulled her so she was straddling him on the couch.
She bucked against him, trying to get off him, but he held her tightly in place, and she only stopped when she could feel the effect her struggling had on him. She leaned forward and before she could say anything he caught her in a kiss. As soon as she found herself giving in to his touch, she pulled away. "Harry James Potter," she hissed. "How many times do I have to tell you that as Head Girl, I need to set a good example!"
"At least once a day. So, Head Girl, would you like to set an example and demonstrate the meaning of the words 'get a room'?" he responded cheekily, a grin on his face and his glasses askew.
"Not fair, using your cuteness to persuade me," she accused, straightening his glasses and looking into his wide mock-innocent eyes. She stared down into his bright green eyes, the sexiest eyes she had ever seen, and she was lost to him, just as he had known she would be. "Why must you be so damned irresistible?" she asked in a murmur.
"Just part of my charm," he answered as he moved to stand up, causing her to get up first to avoid falling. She put her books into her bag, allowing him to sling it over one shoulder, leading her with his other hand. They made their way to the stairs of the boy�s dormitories, a few catcalls following in their wake. Hermione buried her head in Harry's back, blushing, but he turned his head around to the room, a grin on his face and sticking his tongue out to the crowd before the two disappeared through the door.
When they arrived at his bed in the seventh year dorms, he spun her around so she was facing him. "That was bloody embarrassing," she moaned into his neck.
"Why?" he asked plainly, nibbling on her ear. "Does it bother you to be seen coming up here with me?"
"Of course not," she responded, shocked. "Harry," she told him, holding his face in her hands, "I'm sure they all know we're having sex. It's just the reactions that, in my mind, seem to cheapen what we have. I mean, I love you. Most of the females in Hogwarts, and even some of the males, would love to be able to say that they were shagging the Boy-Who-Defeated-You-Know-Who, but that's all they'd want from you. While I may want you for your body, I also want you for your mind, your humor, your spirit... I just want you."
Instead of saying anything in response, he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her flush with him just before letting himself fall backwards onto the bed, dragging her so she landed on top of him, knocking their heads together. "Ow!" she exclaimed, rolling off of him and rubbing the sore spot with three of her fingers.
�I'm sorry, sweetie," he cooed to her as he crawled over her slight frame, kissing the tips of her fingers before moving them to kiss the reddened skin of her forehead. She pulled a face, sticking her tongue out at him, and he quickly swooped down, catching it tightly between his teeth before delving his own tongue into her waiting mouth.
She moaned deeply into the kiss as he ran his hands down her chest, giving her nipples a quick squeeze through her clothing as he made his way down her torso and to her jeans, unbuttoning them before pulling them off her body and depositing them on the floor next to the bed. Realizing the bed curtains were still open, he quickly closed them so none of his roommates would get an eyeful should they come into the room. As an afterthought, he cast a one-way silencing charm so they could hear anyone in the room, but couldn't be heard themselves. When he turned back around, it was to find Hermione without her shirt and working on her bra. He reached out his hand to stop her. "Leave it on for now," he told her.
"Why?" she asked, confused.
"You'll see," he responded with a decidedly Slytherin look on his face. She was still amazed at the self esteem boost he had had since defeating Voldemort, not having to worry about going home to his relatives, as well as dating her. She didn't want to sound full of herself, but she believed that she was the major component involved. After all, he had never had someone that loved him unconditionally and told him how much they cared for him on a regular basis before.
He stood on his bed, looking down at her. She was a vision, her hair neatly plaited down her back, sitting cross-legged on his bed wearing only her undergarments. Winking down at her, he reached down to where his shirt and pants met, pulling the shirt up slowly, exposing his tanned, cut abs inch by tantalizing inch. He pulled the shirt over his head and dropped it on the bed next to her pedicured feet. His adept hands moved lower to his belt buckle, and he smirked down at her as she licked her lips in anticipation. Once his belt was undone and his fly open, showing off the tops of his boxers, he toed off his shoes and lifted his feet one at a time to remove the socks, balancing precariously on the mattress. Soon enough his pants had found their home with the rest of his clothes, now piled on the side of the bed next to Hermione's. Now he was also only in his underwear, a pair of blue boxers, the phrase 'wanna ride my broom' emblazoned down one side, a picture of a firebolt on the other.
He picked up his wand and murmured a spell under his breath, and a small bottle made its way through the drapes and into his hand. He sat on the bed a few feet away from Hermione, causing her to give him a look of complete confusion. He smiled at her, thinking how cute that look was, as it seldom found its way into her features. He pulled one of his legs so it was resting on his lap before unstopping the cork on the bottle. He drizzled the scented oil onto his hands, stopped the bottle and rested it on the bed, and brought his hands to her soft foot.
He kneaded and caressed every single inch of her leg before moving onto the next, paying close attention to what made her tense in discomfort or moan in pleasure. When he had finished with her legs, he moved onto her arms, starting at her hands and working his way up, just as he had done with her legs. Until he started massaging her palms, she had no idea that the location was such a tender spot, and she whimpered at his touches that sent tingles all through her body.
Finished with her arms, he turned her over so she was lying on her stomach. As he kneaded out the few knots in her back before moving on to her shoulders, neck, and even her scalp, she thought about how she had never been treated to feel like such a princess before, having every inch of her body worshipped. He eventually finished the massage and turned her so she was once again lying on her back, but only after finally removing her bra. He settled between her legs and leaned forward, sucking a hardened peak into his mouth, rolling the nipple over with his tongue as he mimicked his actions on her other breast with his hand. He massaged the entirety of her breast with his tongue, suckling on her nipple before moving the treatment onto its mate.
He moved lower, giving a long lick to the material that covered her slit. She moaned and bucked towards him, but instead of giving into her, his mouth found its way to her hip right above the elastic band of her knickers. He slowly made his way along the band from one hip to the other, leaving a strip of hickeys marring the perfect skin like a belt. With that accomplished, he drew her knickers down and off her feet at a tantalizingly slow pace.
Finally giving her what she wanted, he burrowed his face in her bare pussy. He languidly licked at her folds before delving his tongue in her, his nose nuzzling her clit. She had always known he had a talented tongue with the ability to roll, fold and undulate it in a way that was strangely hereditary, from what she remembered from the book she had read about genetics. But while she had known this, she hadn't realized that he had been holding out on her until this very moment, as he brought her screaming around him, both his hands firmly holding her thighs open.
He slowly kissed his way back up to her mouth, giving her time to recover from her orgasm before he entered her, taking his time and a few strokes until he was fully buried within her. Her moan turned into a scream when he suddenly pulled out and slammed back into her, penetrating her core. Her eyes rolled back in her head, her throat running raw from screaming at his every intrusion. She raked her nails down his back to his ass, leaving eight red trails in her wake. When he felt he wouldn't last much longer, he reached down to where they were joined, flicking at her swollen bundle of nerves. This time when she came, she just laid into the bed, completely boneless, as he finished on top of her, his seed shooting deep within her body.
He laid down next to her and she cuddled into his sweaty skin, thinking that he had taken her to the highest heights she had ever experienced, through not only the most tender touches bestowed upon her, but also some of the most violent. She sighed in her contentment, one leg draped over his and her head resting on his chest. He bent his head forward to place a kiss in her forehead, an arm encircling her body and holding her to him as her breathing slowed until she was asleep.

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It was a full two weeks later before Hermione and Draco had another head's meeting; all intervening meetings had included the prefects in their efforts to get the ball rolling on the unity project for the headmistress. In fact, the first activities were to be held the following weekend in the form of a fair.
Hermione walked into the classroom on the third floor where her meeting with the Head Boy was to take place. She had barely closed the door behind her when she was pounced upon, forcing her to drop her bag to the floor. He plundered her mouth with his tongue as he pinned her body to the wall with his own, the entire line of their bodies touching as she clutched him to her, one hand grasping his shoulder, the other his ass. "Do you know how hard it's been not to fuck you in front of the prefects the last two weeks?" he whispered huskily, his mouth moving from her lips to her earlobe.
"I think I may have an idea," she responded, pulling at his robes. There was no art to it as they disrobed hastily, the only goal in the minds of each of them being the removal of their clothing. Hermione ran the pads of her fingers over as much of his body as she could while his own reached down to find that she was more than ready for him, just from the anticipation of the last few minutes.
He lifted her up and leaned her against the paneled wall, bringing her legs up so they were wrapped around his waist. Placing himself at her opening, she bucked against him so he was halfway inside her before he made a move. He pushed deeper until he was fully encased within her, where he stayed for a minute, partly because he wanted to give her time to adjust to him and partly because he was afraid that if he moved too soon he would come way before either of them would prefer. She moved on him and he started thrusting, holding her so she wouldn't be pushed up the wall with the force.
When Draco felt a third hand on his back, he smiled into Hermione's neck, where a nice bruise was forming. Opening her eyes to look at him, her whole body went rigid at the sight in front of her, causing Draco to softly chuckle. Staring straight back at her were the green eyes of Harry Potter. "H-H-Harry!" she stuttered out.
"Having fun, sweetie?" he asked, smiling as his hand traced its way down Draco's spine as the blond continued to pump almost leisurely into Hermione.
"Malfoy, please stop," she requested, bringing her hand from his shoulder to the back of his neck.
"As you wish," he murmured in her ear, resting his face in the crook of her neck as he stopped his movements while keeping their connection in tact, his body pinning her to the wall.
Deciding the position was the best Draco was going to give her, she spoke. "Harry, I can explain."
"Really?" he asked, his eyebrow raised.
"Well... I... no," she admitted after racking her brains for a moment.
'I doubted it," he responded, pressing the front of his body against the back of Draco's.
"You're naked!" she gasped, shocked and confused as she felt Harry's erection against her hand as he made contact with Draco's backside.
"Yes, I am," he smiled, leaning over Draco's shoulder and kissing Hermione, sending her confusion into overdrive. She tried to pull away, but her head found the wall and she gave in to the kiss, her tongue following his back into his mouth. The kiss was only broken when the moan that Draco let out reminded them of his presence. Harry pulled away from Hermione, tilting his head to meet Draco in a searing kiss, the vision of which blew all cohesive thought from Hermione's brain.
Hermione whimpered, biting her lip, her eyes never leaving the sight of her two lovers in such a passionate embrace. She shifted slightly on Draco's still rock hard cock to acquiesce to her body's sudden need for friction. He automatically responded to her, pumping into her with shallow thrusts. Eventually, they broke their kiss, four eyes focused on a shell-shocked Hermione. "How long?" she panted out, her eyes flicking from one man to the other.
"Sweetie, the questions can wait, can't they?" Harry coaxed. When she tentatively nodded her head, he moved away from the others, brandishing his wand to turn the teacher�s desk into a large, thick, fluffy mattress covered with dark purple Egyptian cotton sheets.
Draco disentangled himself from Hermione to let Harry take each of their hands and lead them to the mattress. Hermione was set down in the middle with Harry in front of her and Draco behind her, each lightly running their hands over every bit of her skin, sending tingles through her and creating goosebumps over her tender flesh.
Harry leaned forward for a kiss as Draco moved in, pushing her hair over one shoulder as he went back to his spot on her neck. In a synchronicity that she would have thought to be practiced, they brought their hands down to her wet core. After lubricating their fingers with her fluids, they each pushed one finger into her, soon followed by another, then another, stretching and stimulating her.
When she was riding their fingers without abandon they each pulled away, replacing their cocks at both entrances. Harry thrust into her first, sucking her breasts into his mouth, his fingers stimulating her clit as he leaned back, taking her with him and exposing their connected sex to Draco, who licked his lips before scooching the slightest bit forward before placing the head of his cock at her puckered hole, slowly pushing in, stilling with each stroke to let her body adjust to the intrusion. Somewhere in the back of her mind she thought that Harry's new kick of anal sex may also have been preparing her for this.
In the blink of an eye, both men were thrusting within her in unison, almost touching one another but for the thin membrane separating the two passages as they kissed over her shoulder. While they were bestowing affection upon one another neither forgot about her. Harry's hand was on her clit, Draco's on her breast while her arms were wrapped around their necks as she mostly just held on for the ride.
Her orgasm didn't build, instead it crashed down upon her. As her insides clenched around the two cocks in her, she screamed out both their names, wave after wave of pleasure crashing within her. Harry gave a few more rapid pumps before shooting his release into her, quickly followed by Draco. After sitting there for a moment, a head resting on each of Hermione's shoulders, both of her lovers pulled out of her and the three of them laid on the extremely mussed mattress, catching their breaths.
Once her breathing had regulated, she Accio'd her wand so she could clean them all off. "So, what's going on here?" she asked, lounging back between them, their arms automatically encircling her waist.
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