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Hermione

It all started with a kiss.

Hermione was at another of Theo’s famous Saturday night parties. She was never much for drinking or letting loose in school. She didn’t have the time with NEWTs and saving the world. Even during 8th year when she’d befriended the wild Slytherins she’d spent most of her time with them in study groups or eating meals. But now that she had graduated and was working with Theo in the Department of Mysteries. She had more free time and found that she excelled at partying just as she did all of her endeavors.

She was still learning all of the drinking games and what alcohols mixed well, but no one could deny she was the life of the party. She danced all night, was quick to laugh, and always had a witty comeback to whatever snarky remark the Slytherin crew threw at her.

Tonight they were introducing her to truth or dare. She thought the name seemed fairly self-explanatory but allowed Pansy to lay out the rules anyway.

They were all arranged in a circle, lounging on chairs, sitting on ottomans, propped up on pillows, while Pasny stood in the middle. She was wearing a scandalously short silver skirt and a black crop top. Hermione looked to her left and caught Harry staring at Pansy’s legs. She bumped her friend with her shoulder and he blushed adorably.

“Just like normal truth or dare,” Pasny began, “ one person asks you to choose truth or dare, then assigns you a question or dare. But what makes this Slytherin truth or dare is the potion of inhibitions everyone must drink from before we begin. It’s weaker than Veritaserum, you are not compelled to tell the truth, rather it just loosens you up. It lets you act without …overthinking.” Pansy shot a glance at Hermione as she spoke that last bit.

Hermione rolled her eyes but smiled at her beautiful friend.

A vial of a pearlescent blue potion was passed around and everyone took a sip. Hermione couldn’t help but stare as Draco threw his head back and took a large swig; his long neck exposed and his Adam's apple bobbing. When had it become so warm in here?

Pasny went first because, of course, she did. She sat down next to Neville on a green velvet settee but trained her eyes directly on Theo.

“Truth or Dare, Theodore?”

He was lounging, in a leather armchair, one leg draped over the armrest and a glass of firewhiskey in his hand.

“I have nothing to hide, Pans. Ask me your truth.”

Pansy nodded as though she’d expected this decision, her eyes glinted wickedly.

“What were you thinking about the last time you touched yourself?”

Theo stalled, sipping from his glass. Eventually, he shrugged, giving in to his fate.

“I thought about fucking a woman in the middle of the Ministry atrium, where everyone could see me claiming her as mine.” His eyes never left Pansy’s as he answered the question. Hermione thought she might have seen Pansy’s breath hitch at his answer.

“My turn,” Theo said with a smirk. He looked around the circle, taking in every member, Ginny, Blaise, Hermione, Harry, Draco, Pansy, and Neville. He lingered on Draco, giving him a suspicious glare before declaring “Neville!”

The once shy and fumbling man had grown quite a bit in recent years. He wore a plaid shirt that stretched wide across his broad shoulders. He had a dark brown beard that he kept neatly trimmed. It gave him a rugged look and It fit with his outdoorsman lifestyle. Hermione had to admit, she found him rather attractive.

“Dare,” Neville replied casually.

Theo smiled. “Kiss Granger...”

Neville stood and began to stride across the circle.

“Wait wait, I’m not done,” Theo called out, holding up his free hand. “Kiss Granger good and proper. Snog the fucking daylights out of her. No demure peck.”

Though Neville seemed quite confident a moment before, Theo’s words gave him pause.

He walked over to Hermione where she sat on the floor with a pile of pillows. Harry moved over making space for the large man.

Hermione was avoiding making eye contact. He was one of her oldest friends, and although she’d just been thinking about how fit he was, she’d never really thought she’d kiss him.

As her eyes flitted around the room, she spotted Draco staring intensely at her. His eyes were filled with fire, and his face was pulled tight. Hermione wasn’t sure what to make of that look. Had she done something to offend him?

Neville leaned in close to Hermione but instead of kissing her, he whispered, “Are you alright with this Hermione?”

His warm breath caressed the shell of her ear, she felt her whole body spark to life. She realized that she was very very much alright with this.

She turned her head meeting his green eyes, “I’m in,” she answered him, “but I need to know you want this too.” Hermione blushed, her words sounding more sexual than she had intended.
“I just mean…”

He smiled down at her. “No need to worry, I definitely want this.” His voice was deep and rumbly. It did fantastic things to Hermione.

Draco

Draco didn’t know who he hated more. Theo for giving Neville the dare, or Neville for getting to kiss his witch right in front of him.

If he was honest with himself, she wasn't exactly his. But it was only a matter of time. Draco had been planning to make a move for a while now. It had been on his mind since 8th year. She was always so serious walking around with her head girl pin and her knee socks making him hard in the middle of their shared common room. Sure, maybe it had been a couple of years and ok perhaps he was taking his time actually asking her out but Theo was still an ass for doing this.

Anyone with eyes could see Neville had feelings for Hermione, but, luckily for Draco, Hermione herself had never seemed to catch on. Now, after this kiss, she was sure to figure it out. Draco’s hand tightened around his tumbler. He forced himself to keep his eyes on the two of them. They were whispering now, speaking too low for him to make anything out. He leaned forward aching to know what they were saying. He knew Theo had to be loving this, watching him squirm.

They seemed to come to some sort of agreement, Neville settled himself now in his spot on the pillow beside Hermione and ran his hand through her curls. He gripped the base of her neck and pulled her towards him, capturing her lips in a kiss. It was slow and savoring. From where he was seated, Draco could see her pretty pink tongue peeking out between her lips, tasting Neville. He should have been seething. Should have hated seeing Neville touch what should belong to him. But hearing her little moans as Neville deepened the kiss was getting him hard. He resisted the urge to palm himself, to get some release from the insane tension building in his body. She was pressing into him now, her gorgeous tits against Neville’s firm chest. He bit her lip and the sound she made had Draco’s dick jumping to attention. He crossed his legs, resting one ankle on his knee, hoping it would be enough to cover just how turned on he was.

Suddenly, she opened her eyes, and it was like she was staring into Draco’s soul. Her eyes connected with his even as Neville continued to devour her.

She began to circle her hips, and he knew just how desperate she was for friction. He wanted to walk right over and reach his hand up her skirt, fingering her as she kissed Neville. Show them both who was actually in charge.

Finally after too long and not nearly long enough Theo coughed loudly, jarring them apart. “I think that met the brief,” he said with a sly grin. Well done, both of you.”

Hermione was panting her low-cut white dress showing off her heaving chest.

Draco was feeling frantic, full of energy with nowhere to go. Everyone seemed to need a refill on drinks and when they returned after a quick break, the game fizzled out after just a few more rounds.

Hermione left not long after, blessedly, by herself.

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Hermione

Hermione had been thinking about that kiss all week. It had been searing. She had no clue she could become that aroused from just a kiss. Neville was incredible. But that wasn’t the only reason she’d been replaying the moment over and over again in her head.

She didn’t know what possessed her to open her eyes, but seeing Draco watching them, had heightened things somehow. As far as she knew she didn’t have an exhibitionist kink, but Draco had been watching her so intently. It almost felt as though he was part of the kiss. She couldn't stop wondering what had been going through his head during that moment. Was it disgust? Jealousy? Lust? His face had given nothing away.

Neville was also a mystery. He spent his weekdays in Scotland, educating young minds on all things Herbology. She was curious to see what their dynamic would be like in the light of day after that kiss. It was frustrating that she didn’t have a chance to see him again. She wasn’t sure what she was hoping for, just that she wanted to be sure they stayed friends no matter how things turned out. She did not want to lose him over the silly little crush she now harbored for him.

Throughout the week she'd seen Draco now and again around the Ministry, but only in passing. Aurors didn’t have much cause to wander down to the Department of Mysteries. But when she did see him, it was like they were reliving the moment all over again. Their eyes would meet across the atrium and for just a moment, no longer than a breath, that intense look would cross his face again. It made her body tingle all over. And then it was gone. He’d smile politely, maybe throw her a small wave and then they’d both be off, each going their own way.

She felt conflicted about going to Theo’s again tonight. Part of her was dying to see Neville again, maybe even have another kiss. But another part of her felt terrified. What if he didn’t feel the same way? And what was happening between her and Draco?

Neville

Neville had never been more nervous for a weekend in his life. He busied himself in the greenhouse, pruning plants and inspecting the student work for much longer than he usually would. His mind kept floating back to the party. Kissing Hermione had been a literal fantasy come to life. He’d wanted her for years, as far back as he could remember. And she’d not only allowed him to snog her senseless, but she’d given as good as she got. Her lips had tasted of sugar and champagne and when she’d licked at his lips, begging him to open for her, well he’d stiffened in his pants instantly. She was so vocal, so responsive. Every little kiss and nip drew another delicious sound from her. But then she’d left. Rather quickly at that. And he was left wondering if he’d just mucked things up irreparably.

But things had only gotten worse from there. Draco seemed to be tracking his every move. Studying him, glaring at him. It was so intense Neville began to worry that he’d somehow stepped on Draco’s toes. Were he and Hermione secretly dating? Was he just some pawn in their lover's quarrel? He had no idea and he wasn’t really in a rush to find out just exactly how he’d been used.

But eventually, he knew he couldn’t delay his departure any longer if he wanted to be at the party. And despite everything, he really wanted to be at that party.

When he arrived, he found a new drinking game was in play. Ale Quidditch. Neville had seen it played a time or two but knew it was not a game he would excel at. Teams of two worked to throw tiny quaffles into cups of ale. While you were throwing the other team could throw their quaffles at you, sort of as if they were beaters. Theo and Pansy were on one side of the table while Draco and Hermione were on the other.

Neville greeted his friends and got himself a drink but his eyes never strayed far from Hermione and Draco. Draco kept positioning himself behind Granger. He helped her angle her shots, adjusting her stance with his hands on her hips and caressing her arm to demonstrate how she should throw. She kept ducking as she went to throw, dodging the tiny quaffles as Pansy and Theo lobbed them at her. Even with Hermione being a beginner, Draco was athletic enough to carry them to victory. When his quaffle dropped smoothly into the last cup, Hermione jumped up into Draco's arms laughing and celebrating their victory. Theo and Pansy took the loss well, smiling as Theo picked up the cup and gulped down the ale.

“Winner’s run the table, who’s got downs?” Draco announced. Neville wasn’t sure exactly what that meant but approached anyway, hoping for a chance to speak with Hermione some more.
“Hey Neville,” Draco greeted him with a lopsided grin. “You and your partner up next?”

“Oh um no. I just got here. Don’t have a partner.” He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.

Hermione walked up to Neville and hugged him. If it felt as though it lingered a bit longer than usual, Neville was certain it was just in his head. She pushed back a bit. She moved so that her body was still touching his, but she could look up and see his face. “I’m glad you're here, Nev.” Her big amber eyes staring up into his was almost more than he could take. He wanted to lean down and kiss her again as he’d done last week. This time with no pretense, no game.

“You are?” he mumbled out instead.

“Yes, I can’t drink any more ale, please take over and partner with Draco for me!”

Neville felt a bit sad that all she’d wanted was a break from the game, but she was smiling at him and he would deny her nothing. “Sure ‘Mi. Go get some water, alright?”

She nodded, giving him one last little squeeze before she made her way to the bar. Neville realized then that his dawdling had cost him all of the time when Hermione would be sober enough to hold a real conversation.

Harry and Daphne walked up, explaining that they were the ones who had “Downs” apparently.

“Where did my partner go?” Draco asked Neville.

“You’re looking at ‘em, mate,” Neville answered, sure Draco would throw a fit.

Instead, Draco just smiled at him again. “Alright man, let’s see what you got.”

Neville attempted the first shot, overshooting by a mile. He felt his cheeks burn red. This was exactly why he’d never tried playing before.

Draco stepped up to take his turn. “Watch my elbow as I throw,” he explained. “It’s a gentle toss, arcing the ball into the cup.” He spoke calmly, it was strangely soothing.

When Neville stepped up again the next round, Draco dragged his hand over Neville’s arm just as he had Hermione’s.

“See it's a gentle back and forth.” Draco’s words skated over the skin at the nape of Neville’s neck.

Neville had admitted to himself sometime around 5th year that he was attracted to men. He’d been pretty hung up on Hermione but around that time he’d noticed that he liked to look at Quidditch players for more than just the love of the sport. As far as he knew Draco was completely straight; but having said athletic Quidditch player caressing his arm and adjusting his stance, just as he’d done for Hermione was doing things to Him. He realized it was probably just Draco’s competitive streak. He had to show Neville what to do otherwise they’d lose for sure. But Neville couldn’t help but feel Draco was touching him a bit more than was strictly necessary for coaching his shot.

Draco’s hands settled on Neville’s hips, angling his body for the shot. Neville threw the quaffle as he’d been instructed and sunk it right into one of Daphne’s cups.

Draco’s hands squeezed his hips, where they were still lingering. It made him thicken in his pants.

Neville’s cheeks were dusted pink, and he hoped everyone would just attribute it to the drinking.

Despite Draco’s coaching, Neville still missed a cup here and there, and every time he missed Draco scooted up behind him and gently adjusted him. Showing him exactly how to correct whatever error he’d made in his form. Neville was certain if anyone bothered to look under the table, they would see him fully erect in his trousers. This was not what he’d planned for his evening at all but it was addicting, and he didn’t want it to end. They were on one of their last cups. The teams were evenly matched. Harry had that seeker precision just as Draco did while Daphne and Neville were the weak links. Draco stepped behind Neville again. “You should try bouncing this one in,” he instructed quietly. Neville nodded, not sure exactly how to make that happen. Draco maneuvered himself over to Neville’s side. He placed his hands on Neville's hips again, this time pulling him down, forcing him to bend his knees. He must have complied more readily than Draco had anticipated. Neville’s thigh scraped against the front of Draco’s jeans and the blonde hissed at the contact. Was that his cock? Was he hard too?

“Stop stalling, and miss your shot, Neville, so we can win,” Harry teased. “Draco, you’ve been running the table all night but your streak stops now.”

Neville took the shot and he did, in fact, miss. Daphne and Harry sunk both of theirs, causing them to shout and hug as they celebrated their win. But Draco just looked at Neville, staring into his green eyes. “Good game, mate,” Draco offered finally. “We should team up again sometime.”
As he said this, Neville watched as Draco’s eyes focused on something behind him.

Neville turned to see what had caught his eye and found Hermione sitting on a settee sipping from a glass of water, watching them both.

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Draco

Draco had enjoyed flirting with Neville, he had to admit the man was attractive, and making him blush had been delicious, but when he spotted Hermione eye fucking him from the settee he knew he couldn’t pass that moment up.

She watched him as he stalked across the room, his skin rippled with awareness. He felt her eyes as they glided down his chest, lingering where his dark blue shirt clung to his abs. When they landed on his thighs he had to actively focus to keep his cock from tenting his gray trousers.

“Hello, love,” he greeted her with a purr. “Couldn’t help but notice you watching me. You want to play another round?”

She took another sip of her water drawing his attention to her perfectly rose-colored lips.

A teasing little smirk spread across her face. “Maybe I wasn’t watching you. Maybe I was watching Neville.”

“Were you?” he asked, his eyebrow raised.

She shrugged a shoulder noncommittally.

He decided to take that as encouragement and sat down next to her, his thigh pressing into hers. Her little gasp at the contact had his cock jumping for attention again.

“Honestly, I had fun learning how to play but I am all ale’d out.”

He nodded, “Yes, I figured as much after you disappeared, and I was left to play with Longbottom.”

“You two seemed to get on just fine without me,” she teased.

“But we would have had so much more fun with you,” he growled.

“Oh.” Hermione looked up at Draco, her eyes wide with surprise. “Is there a variation in Ale Quidditch for a team of three? I’d like to know all of the rules.”

Draco chuckled at the naive girl in front of him. She was so cute. He just had to find a way to arrange things for her, he knew she’d enjoy herself. For now, he’d just take what he could get.

“No, Granger,” he answered, “you’ve got all of the rules down. Nothing else for me to teach you about Ale Quidditch. Could I interest you in a lesson of another kind?”

She eyed him suspiciously, “A lesson in what?”

He leaned in, not missing the anticipatory flick of her tongue across her bottom lip.

“A lesson in bar tending of course.”

She let out a needy pant, and his eyes dipped to the swell of her breasts in her little black dress. He quickly raised his eyes back to hers, but he could tell she hadn’t missed his slip-up.

“Follow me,” he instructed, taking her hand in his and tugging her gently toward the bar.

She stood behind the glass-topped wet bar in the back of the room. Theo had it stocked with just about every alcohol and mixer, both magical and muggle. Draco stood behind her in the tight space, placing a hand on either side of her, caging her in.

“What would you like to learn how to make first, Granger?”

She turned to look at him over her shoulder. “I have no clue. This is why I always drink champagne.” She blushed adorably.

“That’s fine,” he assured her, “how about we start with an old fashioned. It’s a classic and I think you might like it. It’s whiskey like I drink, but it's sweet”

She nodded and he set to work procuring the ingredients.

His arms brushed hers as he reached for what he needed and she leaned into the contact. The floral scent of her filled his senses and he had to resist the urge to press his face into her glossy curls.

“Alright, so we have bitters, Scotch, water, a sugar cube, an orange slice, and a tumbler.”

She watched as he pointed to each item, looking as though she was dying for a notebook and quill.

He leaned down, and whispered, “There won’t be a test at the end Granger, relax.” He kissed the top of her shoulder, with a quick, feather-lite brush and jumped right back into his lesson.

“First you put the sugar cube in the glass and then shake the bitters 3 times.”

Her small delicate hands followed his instructions step by step and when she garnished her drink with the orange slice he could see her beaming with the joy of learning.

“All that’s left now is to sip it.”

She picked up the tumbler and turned in place, bringing them face to face.

She brought the glass to her lips and took a small tentative drink. Their eyes were locked, and Draco was dying for her to sip at him instead.

She set the glass down on the bar top and smiled up at him.

“Strong but sweet. I like it.”

He nodded, “Me too.”

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Hermione

Pansy stopped by Hermion’s flat Friday night for some girl time after work. She stepped through the Floo with a bottle of white and was kicking off her heels as Hermione walked into the living room. Pansy looked tired, but even after a full day her makeup was impeccable, and her sleek bob didn’t have a single hair out of place.

“How was your day?” Pansy asked as Hermione handed her a wine glass.

“Don’t you mean how was Theo’s day?” Hermione shot back, grinning at her friend.

“Theo has been one of my closest friends for over a decade. If I wanted to know how his day was, I would simply ask him. Besides, I think you should be careful calling me out on my little crush. I can’t even keep track of who you fancy anymore." As Pansy spoke she poured herself a glass and one for Hermione as well.

Hermione took the glass by the stem and settled next to Pansy on the settee. She busied herself with a long sip. Finally, she set her wine down and chanced a glance over at Pansy who was giving her best ‘we are not amused’ face.

“There is nothing to tell and I fancy no one,” Hermione lied.

“Oh come on, I have to live through you. Theo and I are never going to figure our shit out.”

Hermione turned bringing herself face to face with Pansy, “He essentially confessed to us all the other weekend that he wants to fuck you in the middle of the Ministry to claim you in front of the whole wizarding world. I think he’s ready to talk about taking things to the next level.”

Pansy paused now contemplating. “I thought he was just trying to turn me on, he knows how I feel about being watched.”

Hermione rolled her eyes.

“Regardless,” Pansy continued, leaning back against the soft cushions, “I want to hear about you. First that delicious snog with Neville one weekend, then flirting with Draco all night long, the next, which wizard do you fancy?”

Hermione covered her face with her hands and squeaked out “Both.”

“Oh, it's a love triangle!” Pansy said, bouncing with excitement. “Who will win the heart of the golden girl? The handsome best friend or the reformed bad boy. I love it.”

“Well, I am so glad to hear my torture is bringing you so much pleasure,” Hermione chided.

“Oh, poor me . I'm Hermione, two sexy men want to bone me. Boo Hoo.”

Hermione shot her a withering glare. “You can be ruthless sometimes, Pans.”

The Slytherin tipped her glass to Hermione. “You know just how to flatter a girl, Granger. But if you want some help figuring out who you want, I have the perfect game for tomorrow night.”

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Chapter 3
Hermione

Pansy stood in the center of the group yet again. This time rocking a pair of tiny emerald green shorts, a black body suit embroidered with snakes, and a pair of black shoes with a heel so high, it made Hermione’s feet hurt just looking at them.

“The game is called 7 minutes in heaven and the rules are simple. You spin the bottle, and whoever it lands on will spend 7 minutes in the closet together. You can spend that time however you wish. Any questions?”

Daphne spoke up “No magic involved?”

“Absolutely not,” Pansy answered, looking offended by the insinuation. “This bottle is completely benign.”

Daphne nodded, accepting the answer. Hermione thought the whole exchange was strange, but the game was beginning so she didn’t have much time to contemplate it.

Pansy spun first, because, of course, she did. The whole room seemed to be holding its breath as it spun. They were all rooting for Pansy and Theo to just accept that they were in love and kiss already. The bottle spun, wobbled a bit, and finally stopped as it was pointed directly at Theo. The drinking game gods had decided to cooperate.

They were only gone a moment before the moans began, and the group let out a collective cheer. Theo began to speak: “That cunt is mi…”

Hermione quickly silenced the coat closet, giving the love birds some privacy.

Draco was sitting to the right of Pansy, so when they finally returned, it was his chance to spin.

Hermione knew that Pansy had arranged this so she could have a moment alone with each man but she was feeling rather conflicted about the spin.

Did she want it to land on her, and possibly anger Neville by kissing Draco? On the other hand, if the bottle landed on someone else she’d be forced to sit out here, while they did who knows what. It made her stomach sick. Pansy’s idea suddenly felt like torture.

Draco reached into the circle, his lithe body stretching across the space and his long arm spinning the green glass bottle. It spun rapidly, and Hermione felt her heart pounding in her chest as she waited a small eternity for it to stop.

“Well Granger, looks like it’s you and me.”

He was already standing, hand outstretched toward her. She took it, and he helped her to her feet. Her rapid heart rate had not slowed since the bottle had determined her fate. If anything, it had picked up.

“I need you to be gentle with me, Granger,” he said, looking up at her with puppy-dog eyes.

Her breath shuddered as she released a laugh. She slapped him playfully, finding his bicep enticingly firm beneath her palm.

He opened the door to the small coat closet and held it as Hermione walked in. He lit his wand with a dim Lumos and turned to face her.

In the dim light, his face looked almost otherworldly. His sharp cheeks and cut jaw along with his silver-white hair gave him the appearance of a fae or an angel. Her mouth went dry. All she could hear was his breath and hers.

He stepped closer, bringing them chest to chest. “We don’t have to do anything.”

She swallowed, “And if I wanted to do something?”

He leaned down, his lips so close they ghosted over hers as he spoke. “Just say the word Granger.”

“Please?”

“Always so fucking polite.”

He lifted her and she threw her legs around his body. His lips crashed down onto hers. He sucked her bottom lip between his own and then nipped at the delicate skin. It felt insane, like he’d been holding himself back from her and now he was unleashed. They were chest to chest, but she still didn’t feel close enough to him. She ran her fingers through his hair, pulling his face to her more firmly, begging him to give her all of him.

He seemed to understand, stepping forward, pushing her against the wall, ridding them of any space between their bodies. She whimpered, her soaked knickers were pressed to his firm abdomen. She should have been mortified, but all she could think of was grinding against him, getting friction where she desperately needed it. She gave into the need, canting her hips.

He pulled back for a moment and looked down at her his gray eyes blown wide. “Do you need to come, baby?”

She nodded, unable to speak as she continued to rock into him. He bounced her in his arms, readjusting them both, and bringing her down on his thick thigh.

She keened at the contact and he let out a wicked laugh.

“I know, baby. Let me help.”

Hermione nodded and without further discussion, he grabbed her hips and helped her fuck herself on his thigh.

“That’s it, sweet girl. Make yourself feel good.”

She took charge of her pleasure now, rolling her hips and directing the pressure right to her clit. She was dripping, soaking through her knickers and his trousers. Her core clenched, the feeling of her orgasm beginning to build through her, but she needed more.

“Draco,” she whimpered.

“What do you need Granger, how can I help?”

“Fuck. It feels so good. But… I need more.”

He slipped his hand inside the silky black fabric covering her cunt. He traced along her lips, gathering her arousal on his dexterous fingers.

“You feel so warm and wet Hermione. Such a sweet little cunt dripping for me.”

His words were almost enough to get her there. Her core clenched again and she was right on the edge.

When he brought his fingers to her clit, she screamed as the orgasm finally took hold of her. Her cunt throbbed as he continued to circle and tease her, dragging out her orgasm to the point of near pain.

“Yes. Oh my gods, yes.”

He kissed her again before dropping her softly back onto her own two feet and stepping back.

She looked up at him confused.

“Only about 30 more seconds before they open that door, Granger,” and then he took his fingers and sucked them clean.

“You taste so good.”

And then the door was opening and she had to pretend she hadn’t just been given a life-altering orgasm.

Daphne spun next and smiled widely when it landed on Harry. While they had their seven minutes, Theo pulled Pansy into his lap, publicly claiming her. Draco headed to the bar for a refill and Neville sidled up to Hermione.

“If the bottle lands on you,” he began “which I am beginning to suspect is inevitable, and that Pasny did charm that bottle to land where we want it to…”

Pansy looked up from speaking with Theo and called out “If I did anything, it wouldn’t have been to the bottle, as I expressly said I didn’t. The floor is another thing entirely.”

Hermione smiled at the cunning Slytherin but turned back to Neville.

He rolled his shoulders and straightened his spine. “When the bottle lands on you,

“We don’t have to, are you mad that I …”

He held up a hand, asking her to let him speak.

“Not mad, never mad at you Hermione, I just ask that I get my fair shot too, same as him. Let me show you how good I can be to you.”

If Hermione’s knickers hadn’t already been ruined, the sexual energy Neville was radiating now would surely do the trick.

Hermione was struck dumb, but he must have liked what he saw on her face because he smiled before walking back to his place.

Harry and Daphne walked out of the closet looking like they just snogged each other's faces off.

Neville spun the bottle, but before it’d even begun to slow, made his way to the closet door.

Hermione watched him walking, admiring his broad back and how good his arse looked in his muggle jeans.

He looked over his shoulder, “You coming, Hermione?”

She scrambled to her feet and followed him to the closet.

He immediately pulled her into him, kissing her neck and nibbling at her ear before finding her lips and kissing deeply. She moaned into him, and she felt him smile at the sound.

“Take off your knickers,” he ordered, his voice deep and commanding.

Hermione was surprised by the order, but she realized she wanted to comply, her body, which had just been pleased so thoroughly, was begging to come again. She could feel her pulse beating between her thighs.

She reached under the skirt of her dress and slid the black silk down her legs, stepping out carefully as she was still wearing her kitten heels.

Neville held out his hand and Hermione handed the fabric over and watched as he pocketed them.

He stepped towards her, and Hermione leaned back against the wall, dying to see what he would do next.

He knelt before her, his eyes dark. She let out a moan, the sight of him kneeling for her making her a mess between her thighs. He rucked up her skirt to her waist leaving her bared to him. He licked his lips and Hermione felt her body heat.

He grabbed her thighs, indicating with gentle pressure that he wanted her to spread them for him. She parted easily, happy to comply.

He spent a moment looking between her legs, bringing his face close and breathing her in. She felt his stubble as it tickled her thighs. The knowledge that he’s inspecting her is a new and tortuous kind of pleasure.

He pulled back, and looked up, meeting her eyes. “So fucking pretty, Hermione.”

She felt her knees literally weaken from his praise. She grabbed his shoulder to steady herself. He smiled up at her with a knowing smirk.

Finally, when Hermione felt as though she could stand it no longer, he brought his mouth to her and kissed her throbbing clit. He pulled a scream from her lips as he lapped at her, sucking, licking, rubbing her tight bundle.

She leaned into where she’d placed her hands on him, needing his support to continue to stand upright.

He took her clit between his lips and sucked, hard.

“Fuck. Neville, it's so good. You're so good.”

She can feel the orgasm building, the pressure growing as he continues to suck and lave at her.

She squeezes his shoulders as she chants, “I’m right there. I’m right there.”

Somehow, he knows exactly what she needs, he pulls back, making Hermione whine at the loss, but in an instant, he’s back, scraping his teeth on her sensitive bud before nipping it.

And just like that, she’s coming again. Her come dripping out of her and coating Neville’s bead. He licks her gently, tenderly, through her climax.

Eventually, he stands, towering over her again. He looks a little sheepish, the confident man disappearing now that the act is done.

It makes her want to hold him, reassure him that everything is fine.

“Neville, that was amazing. You are amazing,” she assures him as she readjusts her skirt to cover her.

He smiles. “Yeah? That was ok?”

“It was a little bit better than ok, Nev.”

They both laugh.

The door swings open, and Theo is standing there, “Time’s up kids” he announces. “Now we’re doing shots!”

Hermione is desperate for a moment to talk to either man but they each keep getting pulled into some drinking game or another, some side conversation, some errand for Pansy.

Before she realizes it’s even happened, the night is over and everyone is Flooing home. Perhaps it was for the best because she still has no clue which man she wants…

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Ch.4
Hermione

Hermione was sat at the bar, drinking her first glass of bubbly for the night. Her mind was still a total mess, and she thought perhaps the alcohol would give her some clarity. She detested the entire concept of love triangles. She’d read romance books with them before but she’d always felt that if the girl couldn’t pick then she wasn’t that into either man. But that simply wasn’t the case for her now. She liked them both so much.

Neville was so sweet and caring, she had a longstanding friendship there that she knew now could grow into something beautiful. And Godrick, was he handsome. His thick thighs and broad shoulders made her mouth water.

Despite all of that she couldn’t stop thinking about Draco. He was a total surprise. They’d grown closer since their 8th year and she’d always thought he was devilishly handsome. With his slim waist, chiseled cheekbones, and long dexterous hands, he was a walking wet dream. But it was more than simply physical with him too. He brought out her adventurous side, encouraging her to try new things, and showing her parts of herself she’d never known.

She wanted them both. She knew it sounded crazy, how would it even work? It would be like having sex with an octopus, so many limbs all over her like tentacles. She shook her head, clearing that disturbing yet scintillating thought.

She didn't even want it to just be some sordid sexual thing, she wanted more. Though, she wasn't sure either of them wanted anything serious. But she kept picturing them all together. Not just for a night, but for the long term.

A hand landed on her shoulder. She didn’t have to see the signet ring on his pinky to know right away that it was Draco. Her body preened at his touch, quietly begging for more.

“You look deep in thought, Granger. Don’t you know parties are where we turn our brains off?”

She glanced over her shoulder, finding him closer than she’d realized, practically on top of her.

“I’m fine Draco, have a drink in my hand, don’t I? I am here to be merry.”

He raised a brow at her, clearly unconvinced.

”What if I told you,” he leaned in as he spoke, his lips brushing against her skin, “that I had a way for you to get everything you wanted?”

She shot him a weak smile. “I appreciate the confidence, but I don’t think you know everything I want. I doubt you’d be interested in what I have in mind.”

“Try me, Granger.”

Neville

Neville had lost her. They needed to talk about what was going on, but after spotting her sitting at the bar in Theo’s lounge, Pansy had popped over to say hello and Hermione wandered off before he could approach her.

He thought perhaps she’d retreated to the library, it wasn’t something totally out of the ordinary for her. So, he made his way down the dark hall that led to the Manor’s library. He peeked inside but the room was silent. He could tell right away no one was there. He closed the large wooden double doors, feeling frustrated.

That was when he heard the noises. He knew he should ignore them. Just walk away. Let her make her choice, but he had to see for himself. Had to know for certain that she wanted Draco and not him. Maybe then he could finally move on from this ridiculous crush. He heard a woman moan and a man grunt. He continued down the hall, a pit low in his stomach. The noises grew louder, he could make out some words now. Just a jumble of “Yes” and “Oh gods”.

He stopped in front of an ornately carved door. He knew it was a guest bedroom. He heard her moan; it was Hermione’s voice keening on the other side of the door. And he hated himself for getting hard just hearing her.

The door was ajar, a small sliver of an opening. He angled his face, trying desperately to catch a glimpse. He could see something, but it wasn’t enough. He took a deep breath and pushed the door open wider.

There she was, laid out for Draco, her skirt rucked up around her waist, her lacey knickers pulled aside and Draco between her thighs, lapping at her as if she were the sweetest fucking thing. Which Neville knew she was.

He grabbed his cock, giving it a squeeze through his trousers. He instantly regretted it.

He heard his groan reverberating in his ears, he’d been quiet, barely making a sound. But it felt deafening.

Hermione’s eyes flew open. She lifted herself onto her forearms and zeroed in on him in an instant.

But it was Draco who spoke first. Not even turning to see what had caught Hermione so off guard.

“Took you long enough, you almost missed her first orgasm.”

Hermione’s mouth dropped open. Neville froze.

Draco looked over his shoulder now. Meeting Neville’s gaze. His face was shiny, coated in Hermione’s arousal.

He should have hated that sight, it should have killed him, but all he wanted to do was lick her from Draco’s lips.

Draco spoke again. “Are you going to get in here and help me fuck our witch or am I going to have to do this myself?”

Neville searched Hermione’s face hoping beyond hope that she wanted this too.

“Please Neville,” she panted out.

Neville needed no more encouragement, he walked through the door, closing it firmly behind him, and stalked across the room.

Draco was still between Hermione’s thighs, but he moved to the side displaying her for Neville.

“Fuck Hermione, your cunt is so beautiful,” Neville growled. “Is it ok if touch you again?”

Hermione’s knees spread wider, inviting him in. “Oh gods, yes.”

Despite her enthusiasm, Neville remained still. He looked to Draco, asking his permission as well. He knew Draco had told him only moments before to join in but he felt like this was the right thing to do. Deferring to Draco felt good.

Draco’s lips curled into a wicked grin. He leaned in, filling the space around Neville. They were both so tall, they were eye to eye.

“Good boy,” Draco purred.

He grabbed Neville by the hair at the base of his skull and pulled him into a kiss. It was rough and biting but also somehow full of praise. Draco was worshiping his lips. Neville could taste Hermione all over him, tangy and sweet. He dipped his tongue out, licking her from Draco’s jaw just as he'd imagined.

Hermione moaned at the sight of them. Draco pulled away. “Let’s not neglect our witch. Especially after she was so kind and permitted you to touch her pussy. Show her how good you can be, Neville.”

He couldn’t believe his luck. He thought when he’d heard them together, that he’d never get to touch her again, but here she was begging for him. And Draco wasn’t fighting him, but rather ordering him to lick her beautiful cunt.

Hermione

Hermione sucked in a breath. Neville was between her thighs again and his little licks and kisses were already driving her towards her climax. She’d never seen anything hotter than those two men kissing and had almost come just from the sight.

Draco stood next to Neville, watching as the broader man dipped his tongue inside of her. His face was smooth and emotionless, but the tent in his pants betrayed his calm exterior. He was just as affected as they both were.

He made his way around the bed, before sitting down next to her.

“Does he feel good, love?”

“Oh…yes… so good,” Hermione panted out, struggling to talk as he fucked her with his tongue and fingers.

“Let’s see if you can make me feel half as good as he’s making you feel. Shall we?”

Hermione nodded as she watched Draco unbuckle his belt. He quickly dispensed with his trousers and pants, and she saw his cock for the first time. It was long and thick and so lovely. The head was dripping with precome, and Hermione felt her mouth water.

Neville must have been watching, his licks had slowed down.

With one swift movement, Draco threw his leg over her body and straddled her chest.

His cock was bouncing in front of her now. She dipped her tongue out, and swiped it over the bead of precome, collecting it. It was salty and bitter and she wanted more.

“Go on, love,” he encouraged.

She opened her mouth and Draco thrust into her. She moaned around him, loving how he filled her, his thick cock sliding down her throat.

At the same time, Neville resumed his work between her thighs, fucking her on his fingers as his tongue lapped at her clit.

Draco let her set the pace, allowing her to explore his length. She sucked him, hollowing her cheeks and bobbing on his dick. His hands grasped the headboard above her, as he fought his clear urge to take control.

She looked up at him, her eyes pleading for him to take what he needed. He began thrusting in earnest, fucking her face as Neville licked her cunt. They were both setting a punishing pace, and Hermione came hard, clenching on Neville's fingers as Draco continued his thrusting.

“Ready, love?” he asked grinning down at her.

She was hazy from her climax but understood. She nodded for him, and he quickly began coming down her throat, giving her the salty come she’d been craving, and letting her swallow it all down.

Draco rolled off of her, laying on her right while Neville stood, and walked to the other side of the bed to lay on her left.

No one spoke for a moment, just breathed and tried to regain the ability to speak.

But eventually, Draco did speak up. “Hermione, love?”

“Yes, Draco?”

“Your other boyfriend needs to come still.”