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Blindsided by Affection	By : bibliobibuli17 Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 41490 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I don't have any claim, monetary or otherwise, on anything HP related. Actually...I don't really have a claim on anything, period, except my dudefriend. That's sad.

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I hope you paid attention to the warnings...and honestly, I hope you're here because of them ;]. Lots of dirty talk ahead!

Hermione had stayed late in the library, as per usual, wishing to complete her extensive research for her Potion's project. Madam Pince had long ago given the Seventh Year full clearance to the library, and Hermione had no qualms about using it to its full advantage. Of course, it wasn't like her habits had changed all that much in response. She spent just as much time in the library before as she did now - though, she wasn't quite sure what that said about anything, if it said anything at all.
I refuse to take any chances with Snape, in either case, Hermione reassured herself. It was well known that Snape was the worst Professor to deal with in regards to...well, everything. Let alone Potions.
It was quite late by the time Hermione wandered through the library doors, struggling to shove just one more book into the depths of her bag. The single chime of the school clock told her it was one in the morning, which meant she was definitely sleeping in tomorrow. Thank the gods for weekends, but honestly, what else am I to do with myself? I have no romantic attachments, no lovers. All there is to do around here is read, research, and complete classwork! There's always Hogsmeade...but that loses its charm sometime at the end of Third Year. Sitting by the lake is nice, if you can deal with the multitude of bugs - and of course, that's hardly an 'activity'. I haven't a clue how everyone else entertains themselves!
Hermione paused briefly to switch her heavy bag over to to her other shoulder. That last thought wasn't quite true. She did know. She just preferred not to put too much consideration into it, because it brought a yearning closer to the surface, a yearning she had been stifling for a while now. A wistful concept of intimacy, romance, and desire. A need that visited her dreams and hovered in the back of her consciousness, a faint feeling of loneliness and deprivation. Her heart, her soul, and her body were severely deprived in ways she only vaguely knew of, and had no experience with.
Despite her reputation as a bookworm, Hermione had never shied away from sex. She certainly knew the basics, and from the begging that was more and more frequently emitting from deep between her legs, she knew she wanted it. She was, in fact, quite eager to explore it, and spent plenty of time investigating and doing what she could on her own; it was said reputation, and her close friendship with a certain pair of boys, that kept her from doing so with another person.
Her close friendship with Ron and Harry worked against her in three different ways, ways she had yet to figure out any sort of solution(s) to: in the first, the presence of two overprotective big-brother-like figures scared off anyone that might be interested; in the second, they assumed she was with Ron, who everyone could see was rather infatuated with her (and the mistake of last year helped in no way); and in the third, well...it seemed that there was a rumor going around that the three of them were a m�nage � trois. Now, Hermione was never one to hide from herself. She had thought over the situation several times since her urge to explore had begun to grow, and she didn't think she'd have a problem with a m�nage � trois. The issue she had was that it was Harry and Ron. They were like brothers to her - she wanted to explore, yes, but she wanted to explore with those who evoked passion and desire and raw need within her core. Needless to say, she just didn't have that with the two of them.
There were no solutions. What was she to do? Ron and Harry were Hermione's very best friends, so her two 'bodyguards' would just have to stay. She didn't want to hurt Ron, she cared too much for him and had yet to figure out a way to tell him she wasn't in the least interested, which was the only way to dispel the assumption they were together...
And the trio had just stopped denying the threesome rumor because it seemed the more they denied it, the hotter the rumor became. She'd been quite isolated as a result these past two or three years, and was getting tired of her fingers (which never really did the job for her, so she was even further confined to water jets).
I'm bloody eighteen years old! I'm ready for more than a lukewarm kiss with Ronald, of all people.

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It was as she was headed up the stairs to her Head Girl room that Hermione first heard the faint moans. It was obvious what the sounds were the result of - she wasn't that na�ve - but that didn't hinder her insatiable curiosity any. Her curiosity was what drove her in nearly every area of her life, and she had learned long ago to just follow it. Hermione crept toward the echoing noises, noticing as she made her way that they seemed to be coming from a generally avoided hallway. It was the hallway that led to Moaning Myrtle's loo, so it was a given as to why no one used it. This was a rather vague thought in the back of her mind at the moment, however, because she was too busy imagining what she might peek in on. She'd seen the generalities in books, of course, and had vague, shadowy dreams occasionally, but she'd never seen the real thing.
She found it amusing that she used to think she had no imagination, that she was all logic and knowledge and practicality...

And then she found sex, and blew that supposition half to hell.
So here Hermione was, peeking around the hallway corner and licking her lips. Surely it was understandable that she was jumping at the chance to at least see some real action?
And see she did - wide eyes avidly taking in every movement, ears drawing in every gasp and pant and moan, panties soaking up every drop from her core. They were less than two meters from her, and as close as she was, she could hear and see everything. She was biting her lip in an effort to stifle any involuntary noises of her own, but gods the VIEW. Her bag fell to the floor, blissfully forgotten, loud thud evidently going unnoticed by all parties. Books? What books?
Malfoy had Pansy Parkinson pressed hard into the wall, her skirt flipped up onto her back, her breasts hanging out of her ripped uniform shirt and flattened into the wall with each of his thrusts. Her hands were being held tight together with one of his above her head and her legs were spread wide, the insides of her thighs glistening with her juices. Her face was turned toward Hermione on the wall, and her eyes were glazed over. They both were covered in a sheen of sweat, breathing hard, signifying that they'd been at it for no small amount of time. Hermione noticed a small puddle on the floor in front of the wall Pansy was being taken against, but Hermione assumed it was from Moaning Myrtle's bathroom and dismissed it. There were much more interesting things to see, after all.
Hermione wasn't quite sure how she arrived here, in this position, but she was fairly certain she in no way resented it. Honestly, how could anyone not appreciate the sight of Draco Malfoy's thick, long, oh-so-hard cock pistoning in and out of Parkinson's pussy? And oh, how Hermione appreciated it. She had an excellent view of her first cock (and pussy), and her panties could prove it. They'd been soaked within a minute.
"You like feeling my big cock tear into your sopping pussy, Pans?" Hermione just barely heard Malfoy growl to Parkinson over the sound of their slapping flesh. "Walking around with no panties on all day, open and free for me to smell you every time you walked by me. Flashing me in class. Such a fucking tease, Pansy. You like being fucked from behind, up against a wall, for anyone to walk by and see? I know you do, I can feel your juices dripping down my dick. Someone could be watching you whore yourself for me right now, darling." With that, Malfoy gave a particularly vicious thrust of his cock. Pansy arched back into him and cried out as he no doubt slammed into her cervix, and Hermione watched in awe as a small but powerful jet of liquid came from between Pansy's legs to spray the wall. The puddle on the floor grew even bigger as the liquid ran down the wall into it. Malfoy reached around with his free hand to twist one of her nipples hard.
"That's it, you slut, cum on my cock. Hold my cock in while you do it, or I won't be letting you come again."
Pansy's pussy was dripping juices. Hermione could hear the splatter of the drops hitting the floor, and as she watched Pansy shudder and twitch on Malfoy's cock, her hand bagan to inch its way down to her own soaking wet pussy. Eyes still drinking in the sight before her, Hermione turned herself toward the wall, pressing her breasts into it and spreading her legs to mirror Pansy's position. She raised one leg to lift it out of her panties, before letting them slide down her other leg to the floor.
"You like that, Pansy? You want someone watching my thick cock stretch your tight pussy? Watch as I make you come like a geyser over and over again?"
Hermione's shirt was open now, her bra pushed down to let her hard nipples rub the cold stone wall. She had one hand between her legs, spreading her swollen and wet folds to the cool air of the castle, and the other hand rubbing furiously at her clit.
"Please, Draco," Pansy rasped as she ground back on Draco's long length still deep inside her, "please make me come again. Please make me squirt around your cock again."

Draco grunted, slowly sliding out, and Hermione gasped as Draco's whole cock was revealed. It was big, so very big. It filled Pansy so completely that it pulled the rim of Pansy's entrance with it as Draco slid out. Hermione watched how his cock pulled at Pansy's stretched hole, shiny in the torchlight with Pansy's juices, and moaned deep in her throat.
Suddenly Draco slammed back into Pansy, causing Pansy to cry out again, and Hermione gave up on silence and stealth. As Draco brought his hand down from Pansy's nipple and began to rub her clit, Hermione moaned and panted along with her.
"That's it, my little cum-slut, ride my cock. Feel it deep inside you, making you so full? I don't think you're full enough...I think you need a load from my dick to fill you even more. I think you need to feel my dick shooting my cum deep into your cunt."
Oh gods. Hermione's hips jerked against her hands, and she whined aloud.
"Can you feel us being watched, Pans?"
Hermione froze, mind going blank, thinking she'd been spotted. Her eyes left their joined hips to frantically scrutinize their faces.

"Can you feel those eyes on your pussy, on my cock driving into you? Can you feel those eyes watching as we come?"
Neither of them acknowledged her at all. Not even a flicker of their eyes in her direction. She'd already figured out from Pansy's previous orgasm that she got off on exhibitionism... This just must be more of that.
Pansy's hips had begun to jerk in reaction to Malfoy's words, a sign that she was nearing yet another orgasm, and Malfoy began to pump harder. Hermione slowly started rubbing her clit again, pressing herself more firmly to the wall.
"Imagine those eyes being inches from your cunt. Imagine a mouth wrapped around your clit...a tongue licking at my cock, your hole, your clit as we fuck. Imagine my dick shooting load after load of my cum deep inside you, and you cumming around it as that mouth licks at you. So tight, so full, so hard."
Hermione's hips ground against her hands, her movements getting more frantic as she and Pansy climbed higher and higher. Her moans getting louder as she took the place Malfoy described within her imagination.
"Cum, Pansy - cum against those soft lips of hers, swollen from sucking your cunt. Make her swallow your cum. Big brown eyes, rosy cheeks, perky nose...long curly hair... Make her drip with your cum, Pans, she'll look so fucking good in it. Spray her hard."
Hermione, frozen once again, watched as Draco and Pansy came. Watched as Pansy's mouth opened in a silent scream, cunt convulsing around Draco's cock and shooting cum to splatter off the wall, droplets landing on her legs. Watched as Pansy's legs gave out, as she collapsed against the wet wall, knees landing in her cum on the floor as she spasmed. Watched Draco's cock, still pulsing and cumming inside her. Watched their faces as they came, watched as his eyes opened and met hers.
Hermione ran.

A/N: Yes, female ejaculation does exist, the liquid is produced by the urethral sponge (aka, g-spot). It is the equivalent to the prostate on a man (because, if we women had been born men, it would've been our prostates, lol) - the prostate of a man produces semen (not sperm!). That is, if I remember all my Anatomy/Physiology classes correctly.
In my experience, a true female ejaculation is clear, occasionally has a musky scent, and most of the time has no taste whatsoever (I have tasted a very faint sweetness to it before). Google it - or, if you'd like to see it in action, check out the pornstar Cytherea. She's abnormal though, it's insane. She is far, far, far from the norm in this area. Anywho, this will be a source of major exploration in this story, and will occur often. I very much hope it doesn't gross you out, because the orgasm is INCREDIBLE. The whys, hows, whats, wheres, and huhs will all be answered within the story as Hermione is educated by Pansy and researches on her own. ;]

On to the important things! I actually have the second chapter to this already finished, and am working on the third as we speak. I'm hoping I'll be updating on a week to two week schedule, depending on how my life is going.

Now, the real question: should I continue with this? I have many, many ideas and a very naughty imagination - plus, I'm open to any ideas any of you would like to suggest (except scat - anything else goes). There are no guarantees I will use your suggestions, but there's a very good chance of it - it depends on how it fits into what I already have planned. But I DEFINITELY want them! Along with your critique.

Now, they're not going to just jump in and get into the heavy stuff all at once - that takes trust. No, the sex will be on a gradual incline. Hermione won't be a virgin for long, no worries...lots of sex. Lots. ;]

I DO plan on having them all care for each other, and if I decide to have some sort of story behind all of this rather than just sex episodes, then all the insecurities and difficulties that will come with those feelings will come into play.

ONE LAST THING: I myself am attracted almost equally to both men and women. As such, I plan on having Hermione and Pansy derive as much pleasure from each other as they do from Draco. This won't be Draco-centric, more Mione-centric. Just to forewarn you. I really hope that doesn't scare anyone off! If it helps any, the Pansy in my head is gorgeous? -sheepish-

Holy Jeebus, am I long-winded or what?

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