the peep hole

The Peephole.
Rating NC-17
I don’t own the story or the characters, JK Rowling does, I just like to put them all in compromising and wicked positions.

Hermione sees something she shouldn’t, naughty girl. This story isnt new, but I went in and fixed it a bit... thinking of adding a chappy or two, if I get any reviews telling me they want to know what happens next..


Hermione knew she shouldn\'t be doing this. It was wrong, sneaky, positively Slytherin of her, but she just couldn\'t help herself. Its not like she made the hole that she was presently looking through into Draco Malfoys bedroom, but she knew she shouldn’t be looking either. Damned Gryffindor curiosity! Hermione found the peep hole her first week as Head Girl, when she was putting things away in her wardrobe. She saw a bit of light and some sound coming from Draco\'s , the Head Boys, room. She at first was going to go right to Professor McGonnagal and tell her about the illicit hole, but decided that it was never a good thing to give up an advantage over a Slytherin.

For several weeks, Hermione didnt use the hole, in fact, she forgot about it. Then her blasted curiosity got the better of her. Dracos best friend, Blaise Zabini , was always hanging around their quarters. Hermione had never given him much thought before, other than to think that it was too bad he was a Slytherin, because the boy was adorable. Long black hair,lovely blue eyes and a body that would have been a model for the Italian sculptors a couple of centuries before. One could almost worship it right now, which if Hermione was being truthful, she and just about every other girl in school had been doing for the last few years. If Blaise looked like a God of old, Draco looked like a depraved angel. With his white blond hair that he had thankfully quit gelling, to his smoky grey eyes and thin lips that always seemed pulled into a sneer when Hermione saw him, to his lean muscled frame honed by years of Quidditch, Draco was also quite the feast for the eyes . Not that Hermione would ever admit to checking him out. No, Hermione only felt disgust when she looked at, or talked to Draco Malfoy. Never mind that after a battle of words with him, she found that her nipples were hard and her knickers were wet. Nope, Hermione didn’t think of Malfoy in amorous terms at all. Not even when he started walking around their common room without his shirt on, because he knew it bothered Hermione, did she feel the slightest tingle. Not looking at his lovely white skin, his small pink nipples that looked like muggle pencil erasers, or that white blond hair that trailed from his tight little belly button down until she could no longer see it, into his pants. Nope, Hermione had no interest at all in following that hair trail and seeing where it led. It was merest coincidence that every time Draco decided to walk around the room like that, that Hermione would go to her room and wank herself till she came. Hermione was a normal teenage girl after all.

It was all Dracos fault, Hermione decided. If he and Blaise hadn’t been acting so suspicious she never would have started watching through the peephole. They would lounge around the common room, pretending to study. Draco shirtless, Blaise sitting around all dark and dangerous looking, with a slight secret smile on his face. Hermione just knew they were up to something. After an hour or so, they would disapear into Dracos room, no doubt to cook up some horrible plot against the Gryfindors, so it was Hermiones right, no DUTY, to find out what they were up to, and up to something, they were! Just not anything Hermione had imagined.

As soon as Draco and Blaise went to the bedroom, Hermione ran to hers and got into position inside the wardrobe, closing the door bd hed her so no light could come through the peep hole. Hermione had stolen into Dracos room a few weeks before, and noticed that the hole was in a piece of molding that wasn’t easily detectable, but if light was shining though the wardrobe, it was noticeable. Hermione was nothing if not thorough in her investigations, years of hanging out with Harry and Ron giving her all the best ways to spy on someone. So here she was, sitting amongst her school robes, on a pile of books, looking through the hole, expecting to hear the Slytherins plotting revenge for the last Quidditch loss to Gryfindor. Instead…..

Draco walked across the room and threw himself onto his bed, while Blaise indolently leaned against one of the bedposts. “Really Draco, “ said Blaise, “ You must stop teasing Hermione like that. Your just making yourself miserable. If your prancing around in no shirt for my benefit, you know its not necessary. I already know how perfect your body is.”

“Sod off, Blaise, this is one of my few forms of entertainment now that I am Head Boy. I am not allowed to torture her in any other way,” said Draco with a lazy drawl.

“Ah, but , I believe it is you who end up tortured“, said Blaise with a smile. “Why look at that positively painful lump in your trousers“. Blaise walked forward and ran a long slender finger across the bulge, and quite a large one Hermione noted.

Draco smirked and said in his wickedly sexy voice, “ Why do you think I wait till you are around to tease the little lioness? I know that you will take pity on me and relieve my pain.”

Blaise laughed and said, “ I don’t know if its flattering that you get all hot and bothered over Hermione and yet I am the one is left with the job of taking “care” of you. “

“Hah, you wanker, you know you live to ‘take care’ of me. So quit playing the martyr.” With that, Draco unzipped and buttoned his pants and with a lift of his pelvis, took off his trousers, tossing them at Blaise , catching them around his neck. Blaise laughed lightly, letting them fall to the floor, while he took his own shirt and pants off. Hermione was getting a trifle warm in the wardobe. It was a trifle stuffy in there, her warmth having nothing to do at all with seeing the two Slytherins clad only in silky boxer shorts. Hermione loosened her robe and unbuttoned a few buttons on her shirt. All in the interest of being cooler, of course.

Blaise crawled across the bed towards Draco, sliding up his feet, his legs, until his head reached Dracos crotch. He leaned down, kissing Dracos cock, through the silk of the boxers and then huffed a hot blast of air at Dracos penis, wetting the silk and making his dick twitch. Draco groaned. “ Don’t tease me, you always drag this out until I am half mad.”

Blaise looked up at Draco in amusement. “ and you are always in such a rush. Draco, I really need to teach you the meaning of the word ‘foreplay’ if you ever hope to get that little Gryffindor in your bed. We don’t want her to question the legendary prowess of the Slytherin house in matters of amore. Hermione won\'t appreciate your speed.”

Hermione startled, realizing that they were talking about her. Draco wanted her? He always seemed so disdainful and outright combative around her. Hermione, for a very smart witch, never really got that often the boys in the play yard that picked on you the most, were one ones who also LIKED you the most. Hermione watched as Blaise ran his mouth up and down Dracos boxers, over his twitching cock. She expected to feel disgusted that two boys were in the process of shagging each other, but…. This was hot! Hermione felt a rush of warmth in her core as she saw Blaise begin to pull down Dracos boxers, unwrapping a very fine specimen of manhood. Not that Hermione had tons of experience in that area. She had seen Vicktors, of course and Harry and Ron naked a few times, Ginny and her spying on them at the Burrow. That was of course, all Ginnys idea, being a right wicked little witch, who still had the hots for Harry, though she wasn’t letting him know it at the moment. Hermione expected any day that Ginny was going to just grab the boy and shag him senseless, leaving him a sweating and moaning heap on the floor. Hermione still felt a little warm and wet, come to think of it, she reached under her robes and pulled knickers down around her ankles, all in the name of being cool, because the sights and sounds in the other room weren’t affecting her at all.

Blaise ran his tongue up and down Dracos shaft, looking up at Dracos closed eyes, whispered to him, “ So Draco, are you imagining that this is Hermiones mouth on you? Worshiping your mighty Slytherin serpent? “ Blaise huskily said with a laugh in his voice. “ Is this her mouth, that kisses and strokes your raging beast?”

Draco groaned with frustration, “ Could you please stop your blathering and get on with it?” His hips rose in the air and his hands reached down, grabbing Blaises long hair and pulling him towards his dripping cock. Blaise chuckled and quit teasing Draco, opening his mouth and pulling him inside, sucking in his cheeks as the long, rather thick member slid in. Hermione, because she was if anything a good student, took note of what Blaise was doing, the things that made Draco moan and thrash his head around on the bed. She noted that the head of Dracos cock must be extremely sensitive, because he squirmed whenever Blaise took him out of his mouth and ran his tongue around the tip, she noted that he loved to plunge deep, grabbing the back of Blaises head, thrusting deeply, fucking Blaises mouth, setting his own rhythm whenever he felt Blaise was taking too long or teasing him too much. Yes, Draco was definitely someone who wanted to be in control. Blaise took a finger, wetted it in his mouth and plunged it, quite vigorusly into Dracos arse. Hermione flinched, but noted that Draco seemed to like it that way, his buttocks rose off the bed and he gritted out, “Oh Yes!”, as Blaise began sawing his finger back and forth in his passage in time with the face fucking that Draco was giving him. Soon Hermione noted that Dracos alabaster skin was becoming mottled with red, Dracos face was a picture of fierce concentration. Or pain, she wasn’t sure there was a difference. Blaises face was becoming red, probably from the lack of oxygen as Draco pistoned in and out of his mouth. Wet slurping noises filled the air, Hermione was pretty sure it was Blaise and Draco, but it might have been her own fingers sliding around in her madly creaming slit. Suddenly Draco cried out, “ Oh bloody hell!” and came with a force that had Blaise choking a little, as he tried to swallow Dracos load. Dracos hips dropped back to the bed as his orgasm came to an end, sighing with the deep satisfaction of the sated. Draco lay back on the bed, closing his eyes and seemed to be drifting off to sleep.

Blaise looked at him with amusement. “ What is this? Do you really think you are done? Don’t tell me that Draco Malfoy would leave his best friend hard and wanting?”

Draco opened his eyes lazily looked at Blaise with affection, reached his arms up, grasped Blaise behind his neck, and pulled him close for a slow sensous s kiss that had Hermione desperately wishing she was on the receiving end of it. “ Not at all Blaise, never let it be said that the Head Boy leaves his partners hanging, “ drawled Draco, “ Whats your pleasure?”

Blaise drew off his boxers , revealing a lovely golden phallus that no fig leaf could have hoped to cover, and began grinding into Draco. Draco laughed softly and drawled “ Why Blaise, its normally me that is fucking you, have you suddenly decided you are going to be a seeker rather than the keeper?” Blaise chuckled, “ Draco, Draco, maybe I just want to pretend that I am fucking that luscious little Gryfindor too, its really too bad that she hates us, I would so love to make her the middle of a Slytherin sandwich. But barring that, I guess I will just have to make do with your lily white arse. “ With that, and a generous dollop of lube, Blaise pulled Dracos knees up over his shoulders and slid home, Draco groaning with great pleasure as Blaise pressed all the way in his back passage in one long slow stroke. Hermione wasn’t a virgin, having let Viktor get rid of that little problem, and she knew that guys, especially guys at boarding schools like to fuck each other, but she didn’t realize that it was possible to do it face to face like Draco and Blaise were. She saw them exchange passionate kisses, with Blaise pumping in and out of Dracos ass with a tenderness that she wouldn’t have believed possible. Juices ran down Hermiones thighs, her fingers quickly rubbing in rhythm with the fucking going on in the next room. Hermione was a normal teenage girl after all, it wasn’t that she found the sight of the two objects of her most secret lusts going at it exciting, no no no, not at all. Oh all right, so she was turned on….Deal with it….

Draco was getting excited again, his shaft rising and twitching off his flat belly, he finally yelled at Blaise. “ Fuck me harder! Damn you, I am not Granger, and I want it hard and fast!” Blaise laughed hoarsely and sped up. Hermione could hear the slapping sounds of Blaises bollocks hitting Dracos arse. Blaises hands reached down, and pinched hard on Dracos erect nipples, Hermione noted that Draco seemed to like a little pain with his pleasure, because he moaned loudly and his penis twitched madly. Blaise licked his hand and brought it down around Dracos cock, pumping back back and forth, as he rammed Draco harder and harder in the arse. Sweat ran down Hermiones face as her hands practically flew across her own clit, strumming for all she was worth. The climax hit them all at the same time. Dracos hips rising from the bed, his cock literally shooting cum all over himself and Blaise. Blaise taking one last mighty thrust , bellowing his pleasure and Hermione, trying to be quiet but not being able to stifle a shrill keen coming from her throat.

Hermiones cry might have gone unnoticed, but as she arched back in her climax, she toppled the stack of books she was sitting on, flinging her head against the side of the wardrobe with a thunk and then falling towards the doors of the wardrobe flinging them open, as she fell against the floor with a loud thump.

Draco and Blaise looked over to the wall where they heard the thump and saw a shaft of light, coming through a small hole that was in the molding that decorated the wainscoting on the wall. Blaise lept up off of Draco, going to the wall and looking through the hole. He saw Hermione sprawled across the floor with her robes over her arse and her knickers around her ankles. He turned to Draco and with a wicked smile said. “ Well, well, it looks as though we have a peeping Gryfindor.” Draco gave him an incredulous stare and pushed him out of the way, looking through the hole. Draco took note of Hermiones very lovely rosy pink arse and long legs as she tried valiantly to get free of the robes and books that fell out of the wardrobe with her. Draco looked at the other smirking Slytherin and said, “ I do believe we need to go over there and help our dear classmate. We Slytherins are nothing if not helpful.” He said with a grin. Blaise chuckled and said,” Oh yes, lets. I do believe we need to satisfy further, this little cats curiosity.”


Hermione struggled to get out from under the wad of robes that fell with her, out of the wardrobe, her own robe, twisted around her waist and knickers in a knot around her ankles wasn’t making it any easier. She finally managed to make it to her hands and knees, with her bare arse still flashing the room, when she felt a cool breeze rush across her bare buttocks, causing gooseflesh to creep across her flanks. That creeping feeling was soon followed by howling dread as she heard footsteps and realized the breeze was caused by her door opening. Tossing off the last robe, Hermione saw 2 pairs of very large feet standing next to her. Criminy, she had a feeling she knew who those feet belonged to.

“Well, well…. Isn’t this a pretty picture? “, drawled the cool tones of Draco Malfoy… Hermione would have noticed her nipples getting hard if she hadn’t just realized that her arse was bare naked as the day she was born. “ Why Miss Granger,” came the smoky wicked voice of Blaise Zabini, “ Are you hurt? In need of ASSistance?”

Hermione, attempting to gather her nonexistent dignity about her, yanked her robes down, covering her very rosy bottom, and brought her even rosier face up to look at the two wizards. Probably a mistake, since they were both still naked, and the sheer perfection of them up close was enough to strike Hermione dumb and render any scathing retort unsaid. Hermione couldn’t decide which was more perfect. Blaise with his golden smooth body , not heavily muscled , but more sleek, like a cat. With a slight smattering of black chest hair, just starting to grow around his brown nipples and trailing down his stomach to…. Oh no…not going there!! Or Draco, shorter, with more muscles and the most biteable hip bones she had ever seen. Hermione rather hysterically thought to herself that she had never realized that she even HAD the urge to nibble on a hipbone before. Draco didn’t have hair on his chest, just this slightly more golden trail, running from his belly button down.. down… to his…. OK, she wasn’t going THERE, either…. Ok, so she peeked. She noted with a wee bit of nervousness, that they both seemed to be recovering their erections …. She thought that Dracos might even be waving hello to her.. Get a grip, old girl, she told herself, The shit had definitely hit the fan and she couldn’t afford to wave back at Dracos penis! Very nice penises they had too, Hermione noted. Viktors had looked like it had taken a bludger or two and Ron and Harrys had been much smaller .To be fair, she and Ginny and last spied on them a few years before, and puberty hadn’t really caught up with them yet. Ginny said that the last time she spied on them, just a few months before, their cocks were coming along nicely. Dracos and Blaises looked like very nice, very naughty pieces of sculpture, standing tall and firm with Dracos being just slightly thicker and Blaises just slightly longer. Both having their fine points, thought Hermione with growing hysteria.

As Hermione looked at the two very naked Slytherins , her face growing ever redder and for once in her bloody life with the ability to speak somehow gone, Draco decided to break the silence. “ Why Granger, spying on us? How very Slytherin of you.” You know what they say about curiosity and the cat, don’t you? Of course we won’t actually kill you. Just satisfy our OWN curiosity a little.” With that, Draco leaned down, and drew Hermione up against his chest, pulling her face close to his. “ I wonder what you taste like,” he said in a low voice as his lips came down on hers. Hermione didn’t know what she expected from Dracos first kiss, maybe she thought he would be rough, like he seemed to enjoy it with Blaise. Or mocking, but that wasn’t how it was at all. If he had been rough or sarcastic, she might have been able to mount a defense. Dracos mouth, however, was gentle. His thin lips amazingly mobile as they brushed against hers, encouraging her to open her mouth to him. His tongue, instead of plundering her mouth, as she expected, was almost tentative, giving her a chance to back off. If he had been a great slobbering beast, she probably would have been able to fight him , but he was killing her alright, with kindness, dare she even say…tenderness. Hermione was actually the one to get passionate, her tongue plunging into Dracos mouth, her hands running up and down his hard lean chest, playing in the hair trail on his hard muscled abdomen. Flirting with the prospect of shaking hands with Dracos rigid member. Hermione didn’t notice that Blaise had come up behind her, quickly unbuttoning her robe, blouse and skirt and making short work of removing them. She even failed to notice, Blaise lifting her feet and untangling her forgotten knickers from around her ankles. She began to notice what Blaise was doing, about the time he released her bra and set it free to roam the floor with her other clothes. She was too busy with her mouth to protest though..

Hermione felt the warmth of Draco pressed to her front, his hands snaking around to grab her arse and pull her stomach up against his erection. Her own hands were going around his arse in order to satisfy her curiosity on the conformation of his buttocks. Hermione prided herself on her thorough nature. Hermione the the warmth of Blaise curving around her backside, his hands coming around her chest to caress her breasts, making her nipples hard little pebbles, his lips ran up and down her neck, nipping and rubbing her into one massive goosebump. Blaise whispered the most amazing words to her, in Italian, so for all she knew he could be reciting a grocery list, but the effect they had on Hermiones insides was molten. Blaises penis curved between the crack of Hermiones buttocks, rubbing up and down, back and forth, until she was about to go mad. Hermione definitely had an itch that she needed these two Slytherin princes to scratch.

Blaise began walking backwards dragging Hermione and Draco towards the bed. He climbed onto it, pulling Hermione up with him, against the headboard, her back pressed to his chest, sitting up on the bed. Blaise pushed his knees between Hermiones thighs, parting her legs till they lay open, over his own. Hermione realized she was in a very vulnerable position, almost sacrificial, but she was having a hard time protesting… Blaises hands continued to pinch and caress her nipples, just the right amount of pleasure and pain, seemingly magically connected to her womb, she felt like Blaise was caressing her there, too…. Draco pulled back from kissing Hermione, looked at the perfection of her lying on top of Blaise… Her head resting weakly against Blaises shoulder as he continued to whisper in her ear, and nibble on the lobes gently. Hermiones nipples, a dark pink from Blaises nimble ministrations, her lovely pussy playing peekaboo through the cinnamon curls on her mons. The moisture on her thighs showing just how turned on and willing she was. Draco thought this was probably the longest he had ever seen Hermione where she wasn’t talking. Moaning and whimpering really didn’t count.

She was so beautiful. Draco had wanted her since third year when she slapped him silly. It was like a brilliant flash of light suddenly illuminated Dracos mind and he knew that he found a girl who wouldn’t let him push her around, that would fight back, and have passion enough to challenge him forever. Draco never thought he would have her, thinking that eventually she would end up with Potsy or Weasel. How angry he was when she saw her come to the Yule Ball with Viktor Krum! Dracos jealousy was volcanic, yet he spent every minute he could, developing a friendship with Viktor just so he could find out what it was like to date Hermione. He heard Viktor talk about how pretty she was, but that she wasn’t wild in the sheets. Viktor seemed to think Hermione wasn’t very sexual and after a few tepid encounters had broken up with her. Draco always thought that Viktor probably just thought she was like all his other groupies and didn’t know how to drive her to the passion Draco just KNEW was in her.

Draco drew his hands gently up and down the inside of her thighs, tickling her gently, causing her to open her legs even further, He smiled at Blaise, and Blaise smiled back, in perfect accord. They now had their little lioness and when they were through with her, she would never want to stray far from their bed. Draco and Blaise had been casual lovers from fourth year on, both of them also liking girls, but girls willing to fuck weren’t always that thick on the ground. except for a few skanky girls that every guy had had. So when the pickings were slim, Draco and Blaise took care of each other, a real affection and friendship that had actually grown into love, although Draco would never voice it. They had even shared a witch, a time or two, but they had never had someone they BOTH wanted, so desperately.

Hermiones eyes were looking at Draco, widening with a bit of alarm at his smile.. She couldn’t know that Draco was already a bit in love with her, she only knew that he had a dangerous smile, and she was in a very compromising position. Draco, seeing the fright creep into her expression, leaned in and kissed her again gently on the lips, then ran his lips, down her chin, down her neck, dallied around her collarbone …. Drifted over her breasts, forcing Blaise to move his bloody hands so Draco could get a crack at her hard little nipples…biting them gently and sucking on them roughly, drawing gasps and whimpers out of Hermiones throat…. Finally he moved on down lower, giving up her luscious breasts back into Blaises attentive hands, kissing and biting gently, licking the bites across her heaving stomach, licking her cute little belly button, fucking it for a few seconds with his tongue, giving her a taste of what was to come..

Lower still he moved, blowing gently into her cinnamon curls, the heady scent of her rising into Dracos nostrils. Draco loved the scent of a woman, he knew men that didn’t but he never could understand it. It was the smell of secrets, and tasted of the tangy salt of the sea . He loved the way a woman moaned and bucked when he licked her clit, when he used his tongue to fuck her, the gasps from her when he went lower, to rim her little rosebud and make her wonder if he was going to do other things there… Oh yes, Draco had plans for that place… but first…. He ran his tongue up and down and all around her clit till it stood at attention like a nice little soldier, her outer lips puffing up and opening to him like the petals of a flower. Hermione was creaming heavily now, her earlier orgasm just a prelude to an even larger one now. Draco stepped up his ministrations, flicking wildly at her clit, running first his tongue and then his fingers up her sodden passage. He allowed his little finger to ever so slightly tickle at her back entrance, just to keep her a little off guard and to gauge how receptive she was there… He found out when her arse lifted off the bed slightly and then impaled itself on his finger… Yes… She definitely was the dream partner for them… Draco could tell that Hermione was about to reach her crisis. She began bucking up and down on the bed, her head twisting this way and that, Blaise finally turning her head so that he could ravish her mouth himself. As Hermione peaked, Draco gently bit her clit between his lips, thrumming the tip with his tongue, his fingers pistoning in and out of her holes. Against Blaises mouth she shrieked her climax , spots danced before her closed eyes and a feeling of faintness come over her… As she lost consiousness she thought to herself , “ So this is what the term petite morte refers to, I truly feel like I am dying of pleasure.”


Hermione didn’t actually pass out, but for a few seconds it was a near thing, Maybe it was the fact that Blaise bit her on the neck sharply, keeping her from going under, or maybe it was Draco sliding up her body, to press his very rigid cock against her cleft that shocked her back to full awareness. Hermione found herself staring into Dracos eyes, he had a look on his face she had never seen before. Inscrutable almost, like he was thinking deep thoughts… Probably was, deep thoughts about shagging her was the most likely scenario.

“ Well Granger, here is where we find out what your made of, “ said Malfoy in a low urgent tone. “ Are you as brave as Gryfindors always claim they are, or will you lose your nerve.” Draco gave a small thrust of his pelvis at the entrance of her pussy, letting Hermione know just what he was challenging her to be ‘brave’ about. They were fighting words, and normally it would have set Hermiones hackles up, but there was an oddly vulnerable look to Dracos eyes, as though he didn’t really believe that she would go through with it, and was bracing himself for the rejection. Blaise during this, was quiet. He was known as the quiet Slytherin, so this probably wasn’t a big surprise. His hands weren’t quiet though, they continued to caress her body, calming her, gentling her, letting her know that Draco and Blaise didn’t really mean her any harm. Hermione gave a sigh and decided that in for a penny…in for a pound….

“ Never let it be said that a Gryfindor isn’t up for a challenge, “ said Hermione with a very Slytherin smirk. Draco chuckled darkly, and leaned in for a kiss to seal the bargain. Draco looked at Blaise and asked, “ You sitting this one out, mate?” Before he could answer, Hermione said, “ No, I want him too, at the same time. “ Dracos eyebrows lifted, “ My, you are a woman after our own hearts. If both of us is what you want, then both of us is what you shall have. “ With that Draco leaned forward, over Hermiones shoulder and kissed Blaise on the mouth, when Hermione turned to watch them kiss, they turned to include her in it.

Blaise lifted Hermione slightly, to position himself at her back passage. Draco stuck his lip out obviously about ready to complain when Blaise said to him, “ Quit being a spoiled brat, Draco, you don’t get to do everything first. “ Hermione couldn’t help chuckling when it looked like Draco was going to argue the point, but soon lost the ability to laugh as Blaise gently eased himself inside her.. Hermione had never done this before, and assumed there would be pain, but whether it was because she was very relaxed, or Blaise was taking his time, she just felt exquisite pressure, tingles running up and down her spine. “ So beautiful,” Blaise moaned, “So wonderful.” Blaise kept up the love words, but in his own language after that. Hermione wasnt sure what he was saying, but it sounded lovely. Draco grabbed Blaise by the hips, dragging both he and Hermione down slightly in the bed, to where they were less sitting, and more reclining. He carefully eased into Hermione filling her to a fullness that she had never felt before, and wasn’t sure that she could handle. His eyes were so intense, looking at her for any sign of protest, when none came, he began to pump slowly in and out…

Blaise groaned, He and Draco had talked of doing this before, but they had never found anyone willing to let them. He couldn’t believe how even when he wasn’t moving within Hermione, that he could feel Draco moving back and forth, caressing his cock also, both of them able to feel each others erections through the thin skin separating them. Blaises hand snaked around the front of Hermione, pushing between her and Draco and began strumming her clit. One of Dracos hands was on Blaises shoulder, giving him leverage to move up and down, the other one playing with Hermiones breast. As Hermione began to moan, Draco leaned down and captured her mouth with his, giving her a rough and demanding kiss, he began moving faster and harder, and when he saw that she liked it that way, he gritted out,” Yes!” and went faster still. Blaise began moving also, at first alternating with Draco, one in, one out, then both both going in and out at the same time. The changing sensations and sheer stimulation overload had Hermione going over the edge unexpectedly. She shrieked and bucked, almost unseating both of the men, her orgasm like nothing she had ever felt before. She had never had an orgasm during penetration before, and she realized that it made the others seem like nothing, in comparison. Hermiones climax drove the other two over the edge, both of them coming at the same time, both of them pressed in as tightly as they could, They could feel the others cock spasming inside her sheath and it added to their pleasure. The three of them lay there for a moment, unable to move, Draco finally moving off to grab Hermiones wand, handing it to her so she could cast a contraception charm. They had completely forgotten it beforehand. Blaise rolled over, cuddling Hermione to his side, nuzzling into her sweaty hair. Draco crawling back into the bed in front of her, putting his around around her middle. They all fell into exhausted sleep. As Hermione drifted off, she wondered where they would go from here. Would this be a one time thing, only sex? Could a relationship with one or both of the wizards come from this? Finally Hermione told her mind to shut up and she drifted away…