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“What?” Hermione says, biting back any foul words she has in mind as she stares at her long-time friend and boss, Harry Potter. The man looks sheepish, passing her a letter. 

“I’d send him out alone, but he’s still not cleared. I tried to go above, but…”

“But once a bad guy, always a bad guy,” she sighed. A scoff sounded from the other side of the room. 

“I resent that phrase, Granger.” Draco Malfoy stood against the wall, his pale frame dressed in delicate robes, unlike Harry and Hermione's muggle clothing around the office. 

“Of course you do. You resent everything,” She snarled back, crossing her arms. “How soon do you want us out of here?”

“The case was sent in a few hours ago and was considered an emergency, so I’d say head out now.” 

“You are…a foul set of words!” She hissed, picking up her wand and marching out of the room. “Come on, Malfoy!”

“Potter, I hate you,” Draco said with a sigh, following after the bouncy-haired woman. 

“Good luck!” Harry called out, sitting back at his desk. Now, to just get back to the paperwork. Joy. 

“Granger, wait up, why don’t you?” Draco said, following after the woman as she shrugged on their signature black robes. Draco summoned him, quickly throwing on the (horrid) purple thing, vanishing his far-superior set back home. Granger muttered under her breath, not that Draco cared much. He’d usually be delighted to annoy and ruin Granger's day, but this was also *his* day that was now being destroyed. 

Draco had a few choice words for when he next saw Potter.

"Are you sure this is it?" Draco asked, dead leaves and snow crunching under his feet as he followed Granger. He pulled his heated robes a little tighter.

"Yes, I'm sure. The portkey was here, and there's a clear path. Obviously, it's up here." 

"No need to sound so snooty, Granger." Draco sniffed, upper lip curling with distaste. Yuck, nature. He couldn't stand being around it, especially after the second war. Anything that reminded him of plants grossed him out beyond belief, to the point that he had ordered his few remaining house elves to destroy the Malfoy Gardens.

"Silence," Granger commanded. Draco rolled his eyes but did as she said, not wanting to stir up unnecessary problems. At least, not right now. He could start problems after they returned from inspecting. "That must be it." 

The house was small-looking, seemingly only with a few big bedrooms. From the outside, though, it looked well put together, with no noticeable magical abnormalities, which meant whatever the issue was, it was inside. Something silver glinted on the ground. 

"Granger, stop," Draco said, moving closer. He bent down, brushing some of the snow off the silver object. He froze, his breaths coming out faster as he stared at the object. "Merlins saggy balls." 

"Malfoy? What-" Granger approached, gasping. Her voice suddenly became quiet, little more than a whisper. "Is that what I think it is?"

"Death Eaters," He cursed, pulling up his sleeve. Good. His mark had faded into an ugly scar after the Dark Lord's downfall and stayed that way for months. So what was going on here? A rebel group? Had Potter somehow missed this? 

Or was this a trap? 

"We have to go inside," Granger commanded, pulling her curly brown hair into a low knot, bunching up the curls against her head. With a swallow, Draco nodded. 

"Do we knock on the door or just go in?" 

"No need to knock," she muttered, walking up the porch steps as quietly as possible. "The doors open." 

"Could the client be in danger?" Draco pulls out his wand, following her up. She pushed open the door, the inside dark as night. Casting a quick Lumos, the pair walked in.

"Possibly, but this could also be a setup," she whispered, sticking close to Draco. The blonde had never seen such hardness in her gaze before, and he had to glance away before he was caught staring into her deep brown eyes. Now wasn't the time for passing fancies. 

"I thought the same thing. There were masks but no bodies. The client is either in danger, a Death Eater, or has a sick sense of decoration." Draco spat quietly, branching away from her to inspect the apparent living room. It didn't look trashed at all. 

A loud bang rang out, and Draco whipped around, wand pointed and ready to cast. Granger lay on the floor, face down. He rushed to her side, kneeling down, dropping his wand in shock. 

"Granger!" 

Something sharp hit his head, and his vision blurred, the shining light of his dropped wand reflecting off the ground. His ears rang as he tried to refocus, but it was impossible with his head spinning. He heard faint footsteps, but Dracp couldn't force himself to look up, his head pounding as his vision darkened.

He collapsed on top of Hermione.

"Ah! AH!" Draco's head spins, his hand coming up to grab his forehead. Except, it can't. He blinks his eyes awake, a bright light shining over him and disorienting him. His body is strapped to something, and he tries to move his limbs, but he's unable to. 

Shrieks and gasps fill his ears, and he turns his head, thankful not to stare at the bright light any longer. Something like a moan sounds around him, and as he blinks away the spots in his vision, he realizes who it's from. 

Hermione Granger. 

She lay similarly strapped as he was, her body nude as a pair of hands caressed her. They trailed up her sides, up to her small breasts, groping them and rolling her pretty nipples in their fingertips. Draco gasped, watching the scene. Why wasn't she fighting back? 

"So good, aren't you, Granger?" A voice said. Draco tries to tear his gaze away from her panting, writhing body, but he's unable to. The voice is so familiar to him, but he can't quite place it. Where had he heard it before? The office? In the streets? At Hogwarts? 

Hermione lets out a loud moan, making Draco's cock stir. He glances down far enough to see his bare feet and legs. He was undressed as well. 

"Good girl, look at that." Draco's eyes snapped closed, trying to block out everything happening. Granger was being assaulted; his cock shouldn't be turned on like this! He felt it twitch at another moan. 

"Ngh," Hermione bit her lip, hips arching as the man teased her slick entrance. Damn it, what had he fed to her? 

"It seems your little work friend doesn't wanna watch, hm?" The voice purred, deep and a little scratchy. It stirred something in Draco's gut, and he squeezed his eyes shut harder. If only he could reach up to plug his ears. 

"Puh- MPH!" Hermione moaned and then choked on something. The voice laughed deep in his throat.

"You're missing quite a bit, Malfoy." The man, because it had to be a man sounding like that, laughed. "She looks so pretty like this, no?" 

No! Draco wasn't going to open his eyes, he wasn't going to peek, he wasn't some muggle-born pervert who got off on such wretched things as-. 

Hermione moaned again, high-pitched and needy. Draco's resolve crumbled immediately. Who knew Granger could sound so feminine? He didn't want to; he knew it was wrong, but he had to look for a moment. He had to see what was happening to her.

One of the man's hands was caressing her lower heat, his fingers tapping against her bud in a teasing motion. His other hand pumped fingers in and out of her mouth. Hermione arched into it, but with her binds, she couldn't do much to seek out the pleasure she seemed to want so much. Draco's gut twisted, his dick aching. Why was this happening to him? To them?! 

"There are those pretty silver eyes," Draco flushed in shame. "No, no, don't close them now, Malfoy. See how much she wants this? How well she takes my fingers in her cunny?" 

He shoves to finger inside the girl, Hermione moaning and suckling his fingers, her cunt making delicious squelching noises as the man pushes his fingers roughly inside her. Draco feels the table he's strapped onto jostle, and it's suddenly pushed much closer to Granger's table, the man removing his hands from the woman and coming to stand between them. 

Draco almost cums when the rough hand wraps around his slender cock, tugging it sharply. 

Part of him fills with disgust, but it's slowly squashed by the pleasure as the skilled hand pulls and tugs at his foreskin. He can hear Granger's slick walls being teased by the man again. Draco arches as his slit is toyed with, fire shooting up his body. 

He looks at the man, finally taking him in. His body is tall and muscular, and his face is hidden by a familiar silver mask. A Death Eater? 

Oh, Merlin, he was being milked by a Death Eater! As much as he hated the thought, his back still arched, his hips humping as much as they could into the man's warm hand. 

"Please, please!" Granger moaned. That was a good idea; if they pleaded to be released, then maybe- "Please let me cum!" 

Draco was floored, his body stilling as her words rang in his head. She wanted to cum? 

"Aww, should I?" The man laughed, pumping a single finger into her wet heat. "What do you think, Malfoy?" 

It was as if his mouth filled with cotton. He couldn't manage a single word or gasp, even as his cock was gripped painfully. 

"Please, please!" Hermione turned her head, looking at him. Her pupils were blown wide, eyebrows knitted together in pleasure as she ground against the man's hand, desperate for release. She looked beautiful, her chest rising and falling as sweat covered her forehead and dripped off of her. 

"Clocks ticking, Malfoy. If you don't have anything to say, I should put your mouth to work in other ways."

Draco stayed silent, shock settling into his bones. This was actually happening. The man sighed, pulling his hands away. Hermione practically sobbed at the loss, her hands flexing in need. Draco heard the heavy footsteps as the man walked away. 

"Pull yourself together, Granger!" Draco hissed, looking at her again. Hermione sobbed, shaking her head. 

"I know! I just, I need to cum so bad!" 

"You can touch yourself later, you-" 

"Be nice, Malfoy." A voice warned. It filled his core with heat. "You need to be a good boy if you want to cum, too." 

Something soft is placed over his eyes, and Draco struggles against it. Hermione gasps as she's similarly covered; the darkness only heightens the feelings of everything around them. 

"Shame I have to cover your pretty eyes, Granger." The voice whispered. Hermione moans. 

"'S okay, please, please, I wanna cum!" 

"I know you do, Love. It's okay, I'll make you cum soon enough. Even if your friend here doesn't want you to." 

"Please, please," Draco heard her mutter. He moans as his nipples are pinched, making him arch up in surprise pleasure. 

"Now, stay still. I don't want her to be confused by your eyes." 

"What? Who?!" Draco shouts despite the pleasure coursing straight into his tool. 

"Shh, you'll anger her," The man mumbles. "That's it, pretty girl... stretch out, get a feel for them. Make them good toys for me." 

Something probes at Draco's entrance, and his body tightens up. No, no! Nothing was going down there, never in a billion years! No amount of money would ever allow him to permit anything up his arsehole! Draco always gave, never took! 

Hermione moaned, slick, wet sounds filling his ears. Part of him imagined how the brunette woman looked, all fucked out, but he tried to ignore the image. Her squeals made it hard to forget. 

"Do you like my little plant, Malfoy?" A hand caressed his stomach. "It's something of my own making. Her name is 'Orange Root,' and she is a specialized plant of mine." 

"Please, please, oh Merlin, yes!" Hermione's moans got louder and louder, but the man lowered his lips to Draco's ear. 

"It's the offspring of Orangewood and Devil's Snare. Now, you're a smart man, Malfoy. I bet you know exactly what those two plants are." 

Draco tried to think, but it was impossible as a slick vine slid up his chest. It probed at his mouth, but he clenched his jaw shut. The man gripped it tight, prying it open. Something slick and earthy filled his mouth, choking him as the vine pushed deeper into his throat. 

"Orangewood is a lovely plant used to put animals into an artificial state of heat. It also works on humans in high doses." 

Something wet and thick filled his mouth, forcing him to swallow as the vine thrust repeatedly into his mouth. Something clattered, but he couldn't focus on it, his head hazy. 

"When bred with Devil's Snare, well, it creates some interesting properties. A fuck-machine, if you will." 

Draco moaned, his throat convulsing as he came, cum painting his chest. He felt each splatter but couldn't focus on it, not with the thick vine playing with his tonsils. His tongue lapped at it, wanting more. He heard Hermione whimper and sob beside him. The cloth is taken off his eyes, and he looks up. 

Neville Longbottom stares back at him. The man who's been missing since the battle of Hogwarts.

He tries to speak, but he can't, and his attempt only makes him choke more. 

"Don't look at me, Malfoy. Look at Granger," Draco turns, his eyes widening in arousal as her every hole is thrust into by thick, orange vines. Her hands are released, playing with her small tits as she's used, nothing more than a toy for the vine's pleasure. She looks beautiful, but she is being ruined like that. 

Neville grabs his nipple, yanking it with one hand as he leans over, sucking Hermione's. Draco arches, desperate for more, more, more. His thoughts are hazy, his senses unable to focus on anything but the pleasure he's feeling. 

He wants to cum again and again. 

"I've been here, you know," Neville pulls up from Hermione's breast, still teasing both of them. A smaller orange vine wrapped around Draco's cock, wanking it gently as the man continued to talk. "Been here working on my plants, waiting to try them out. Some may say I've gone insane, and maybe I have." 

An orange vine nudges at Neville's bulge, making him laugh. Draco wants to taste his cum, to drink it down. He looks over at Hermione. She looks worse than him but absolutely ethereal, speared on the fat orange vines like that. He moans, laying his head back. 

Neville moves in front of Hermione, pulling the thick orange vine out of her cunt with ease before lowering his face in between her legs. Draco watches as he feasts below, the girl screaming his name as he eats her out. 

"Nev! Oh! Fuck! YES!" She screams, cumming again and again; the vine that was once in her pussy now shoving into her throat. She screams around that, too. A small vine slides into Draco's arse, making him squirm and moan. 

His dick rises again, having cum twice due to the vine's gentle touches, and heat fills him as he feels his hole slicken thanks to the small vines' help. Another joins it, both vines pumping in and out of his arse in unrelated movements, striking him back to back in the spot that makes him see stars. 

"You want more?" Neville laughs, pressing a button on Hermione's table. The straps are released, and he picks up the girl like she's nothing, practically throwing her onto Draco's lap. The vines leave his dick as she is shoved onto his cock. 

He moans, shaking his head no, even as the ooze fills him. 

"Yes, Malfoy. You want to help out Granger, yeah?" Neville squeezes her tits. "Give the girl what she wants." 

Draco doesn't move, and Neville's stubble-lined smile drops. He smacks Hermione's ass, and the girl gets to work, grinding against him. Draco feels his cock twitch, and he moans as something thicker than the vines is shoved into his once-virgin hole. 

"Look at you, Malfoy. More of a bottom bitch than I thought. Your arse is gripping my fingers so tightly. I think you're ready for a cock." 

He wants to shout no, but he moans a yes instead. The man doesn't give it, though. Instead, he rocks his fingers in and out of his hole as Hermione rides and grinds above him, her pussy clenching as she cums again. 

Neville curls his fingers up, and Draco's vision goes white; he thrusts ip wildly into Hermione, the girl squealing, and he cums deep into her cunt, filling her. 

The fingers in him pull out, and something much more significant is shoved in. If he could cum again, he would have. 

"Fuck, Malfoy. Take it, just like that." Neville thrusts into him, laying on top of Hermione's exhausted body as he thrusts his hips with reckless abandon. 

"Gonna flood your ass, breed you nice and deep, just like you want." Draco moans, Hermione sliding her tongue into his mouth. She laps at his gums, the kiss messy and full of spit. 

"Merlin, so fucking tight, Malfoy. Bet you love taking cock, huh? Take all your little Death Eater buddies? I've dealt with them already, don't you worry." He changes his direction, thrusting upwards. Draco sobs in pleasure. 

"Plehs," He moans around Hermione's tongue. Neville laughs, deep and dangerous, before his hips still. Something fills his guts, and Draco cums again, flooding Hermione's ruined pussy. She lets out a whimper. 

"I'll be back soon," Neville promises, caressing Hermione's arse as he pulls out of Draco's. "Have fun with Lavina."

As the orange vine slides back into his arse, Draco is reminded of how much he hates nature.

"Neville! How'd it go?" Harry asks, pulling off his tie. 

"Very good. They're both out of it. I'd wait a bit for your turn." 

"You're the best, Neville." Harry grins, hugging his friend close. "Wanna take them both next time?" 

"Absolutely."