Triumvirate

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or the songs included in this fanfic nor do I make money off them. These stories are for entertainment only.
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Give me release
witness me
I am outside
give me peace

Heaven holds a sense of wonder
and I wanted to believe
that I'd get caught up
when the rage in me subsides

In this white wave
I am sinking
in this silence
in this white wave
in this silence
I believe

Silence - Sarah Mclachlan

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Hot. So incredibly hot. It was the only way to describe how she felt. Her clothing felt so heavy against her curved frame, her arms not long enough to reach all of him that she wanted. Slowly that kiss gentled, slowed to an erotic torture of her senses.

His lips were soft yet firm, pressing and massaging, not allowing hers to close. Not that she would have done so. His tongue slipped out of her mouth to tease the tender inner corner of her lips. The action, so small and seemingly insignificant made her stomach clench, her breath grow ragged.

His tongue dipped back inside, tapping, stroking against hers. Roving up to slide against the roof of her mouth. Hermione made a small choking sound, feeling so needful. His hands tangled in her hair, drawing her ever closer and she clung to him.

Draco devoured her, that taste flooding his palate and making him hiss in reaction to the press of her body against his. The world narrowed down to nothing more than the small woman in his arms, the feel of her satin flesh, the plump pillow of her lips.

And she wanted to be his.

And so she would be.

Tonight, tomorrow night, for as many nights as he could have her. Lord Potter be damned. Besides, of her own words they had not been together for sometime.

He pulled back just enough that she opened her eyes to meet his mesmerizing gaze. Lifting his hand toward the hearth he muttered his incantation, “Incendio”. His whispered words caused the logs to burst into flame and Hermione started in his grasp.

He smirked at her and then turned her towards the long mirror across the room. “Look at us”.

His command was given in a firm, beautiful baritone.

Hermione lifted her eyes to see their reflection. He was tall and golden behind her. His silver eyes holding hers through the glass. He waved his hand before them and she heard a faint murmur. She gasped as clothing vanished. Leaving them both bare. Barely touching.

She pressed back against him and he allowed it. Pulling her hair up atop her head and anchoring it with another spell. She shivered and he chuckled against her hair, “You’ve been without for too long” he murmured, “lets make this last a while.”

He looked up at the thick beams of the ceiling and grinned, “Incarcerous” he whispered and Hermione yelped when her arms were drawn upwards by the conjured ropes. “Draco?” she asked, her voice tinged with uncertainty.

He pressed a kiss to her temple, “Shh. Be easy” he soothed, “Red is the word to use if I push you too far. We can stop at anytime.”

She blinked up at him, her lower lip trembling, “I don’t know…..”

“Do you trust me?”

She stared into those wintry eyes for only a moment, “Yes.”
He smiled, victory lighting his eyes. “Good. Now be silent and listen.”

Hermione bit her tongue and studied him.

“My lovers” he began, “Must please me of that there is no doubt. However, it is also my duty to please them. Many men think they know what a woman needs or wants but that isn’t true. Be honest… did Potter get you off?”

She blushed bright.

“Answer.”

She looked away, “Not the first few times, no.”

Draco smiled, “He needed to learn your touch, your taste, your scents and your wants. And Sev?”

She nodded, “Every time.”

“And now I will do the same. I don’t want you worried about pleasing me right now. Your hands are bound to keep you from touching me, or yourself should your need grow too great. You come when I say. And only when I say.”

He stepped behind her again, his hands ghosting over her flesh in barely there caresses. Like a soft massage, a mere stroking of skin.

He kept this up for several minutes and soon Hermione found that every inch that he had touched was alert, alive. Aware. His lips trailed delicate patterns over her neck and shoulders, her collarbone, sometimes her arms themselves.

“Close your eyes” he whispered.

His touch seemed more intense now, nips and licks threading through his kisses, until she moaned softly from it. Then his touch gained pressure, pressing into her palms over theirs heads, gripping her bottom, sliding over her abdomen, those long elegant fingers sliding so close to her sex.

Hermione felt the resulting dampness, she thought she might die from his touches alone.

“I can smell you” he breathed against her ear.

Her cheeks heated and she should be mortified but she wasn’t. “Touch me” she whispered.

“All in good time”.

Draco purred against her, she was so lovely, trustingly bound. The muscles in her back, like white silk to his eyes. He pressed his fingertips to the sides of her spine and trailed his fingers down to the dimples on bottom. Then his hand slid over the smooth globes, fingers teasing the crevice.

His middle finger slipped deeper, finding the wetness of her, teasing over her before drawing away. He heard her breath catch and smiled. “You’re wet for me already and I’ve barely started.”

She moaned for him, that soft sound making his body sing, his blood heat.

He moved to stand before her, one arm sliding around her shoulders, the other grasping her bottom and pulling her tight against his erection. His mouth finding hers once more. She groaned at the feeling of him against her. That hard, hot length that she had glimpsed just once before in the shower.
It had looked impressive then, mind blowing now. His hand trailed down to play with her breasts, cupping them. The rosy peaks jutting out towards him, and he pinched them. She shuddered and whimpered. His hands were everywhere, giving pleasure, creating a hot burning need.

She felt his mouth move over her shoulder and then to her nape. His hands skated at her waist, pressing his length into the crack of her backside. His mouth laying delicious kisses against her feverish flesh. Her hands flexed in her bonds, wanting so badly to touch.

“Draco..Please” she whispered to him.

His teeth tugged on her earlobe and she cried out softly as he pulled at her nipples again.

“Always bossy” he muttered in her ear, “Always calling the shots. You won’t ever willingly give up control of yourself to another.”

She bit her lip as his teeth caught her nape in a hard bite. Oddly enough it didn’t hurt her. In fact it felt strangely good timed with the gentle movements of his hands.

“No. Your lover will have to be strong enough to take it from you”

And just like that he won. Uncovered that dark, deep secret desire she had always held. A desire that Harry had learned to meet and Severus had read in her eyes. Just as Draco was doing now. She rubbed her thighs together in an effort to relieve some of the pressure at her core.

“No” he snapped, shoving his thigh between her knees, keeping her legs apart, and himself to low for her to rub.

“You come when I say” he reminded her, his hand sliding down to tease through her folds, coming close to, but never touching that magical little bundle of nerves. Her hips rocked trying to force it but he merely backed off.

He pressed heated kisses along her spine, paying homage to each vertebrae. His hands sliding along her thighs, her slim calves.

He felt the small tremors running through her and nipped her bottom. Her small hiss of breath told him she liked that. His nails racked over her inner thighs, leaving light red marks in their wake. Then he turned his palm skyward and pressed against her stomach as he nibbled his way across her hipbone.

He let his forearm press against her and she bucked. “Draco!”

A light sheen of sweat had formed on her body, and Draco licked the salt from her thigh. “You want release?” he asked, his voice a seductive purr.

She nodded, biting her lip.

“Ask” he commanded.

Her eyes locked with his.

“Beg me to give it to you” he said silkily.

Hermione had never been good at voicing her wants in the sexual realm, she supposed she was a prude. “Please touch me”

He smirked, “I am touching you.”
“More” she insisted.

“To what end?” he teased.

She blushed red as fire and she squirmed under his scrutiny.

“So you’ve never had to ask. Finding it hard to do as I say?”

She nodded.

“So you’ve never thought of me taking you hard and fast and you telling me to fuck you deeper? Anyone?” he asked.

Her blush told him she had thought along those lines. It was an easy guess. Most women did.

“Say it Mione. Say ‘No Draco, I’ve never even thought of it once’”. His tone was teasing and she almost hated him for it. Almost. He was kneeling before her now. The image in the mirror before her was sinful and decadent and gods but it made her so hot.

“P..please…let..me….you know….come” she stammered out. Feeling horrified that she had said such things and at the same time oddly liberated.

His silver eyes were warm, “Gladly”.

He nipped her inner thigh making her jump and then his large hands locked on her hips and he shrugged one slim thigh over his wide shoulder.

Her head fell back on a low cry as his tongue found her. Slithering up through her folds, teasing against moist flesh. Her flesh was wet, heavily scented with desire. Desire for him. Draco kissed her petals like he kissed her mouth, hard and deep, slow and languorously.

When his tongue danced over her pearl, she panted loudly, her leg shaking under the strain of keeping her upright. Draco merely tightened his grip on her pulling her harder against his face, taking her weight.

Hermione wanted to bury her fingers in his hair, hold him close to the place that wanted him most. His mouth was like a devilish delight, teasing and tormenting and merlin she was soaking his lovely face. He didn’t seem to mind in the least, in fact he groaned against her, telling her how good she tasted. How good she felt.

He slipped one long finger into her, testing her tightness. He was by no means a small man and while he knew that taking her would cause some small pain from her years of celibacy, he wanted to ease that. She was tight. Nearly virginal and he growled happily against her folds. He’d be fixing that soon enough.

He worked the finger deeper, sliding through clinging, slick flesh and creamy fluids all the while his tongue lashed her pearl. Her small pants and keening cries music to him.

Another finger. Merlin! Hermione thought she would surely die. The fiery knot in her stomach wound tighter and tighter. If Draco weren’t keeping her up, she would have been a mewling mass on the carpet. She cried out softly as he slid yet another finger into her.

He pumped those fingers slowly in and out of her, curling them on the inward pass. His lips pursing to blow cool air against the wetness of her sex. She shivered and moved against his hand, mindless in her pursuit of pleasure now.

“Ah.. Merlin!” she panted, “I can’t… can’t…”

“Don’t you come” he growled at her, but continued his relentless pleasures.

Hermione bit her lip, fighting hard against it.

“Please!” she cried out, “Please Draco!”

He teased her for several minutes more. All her years of tension of want flooded through her and he was more than aware of that. His own control danced dangerously on the edge but he would break her in this. Break her to his spell.

“Come for me Hermione” he said then, his voice a silver tinged rumble. His lips closed around her pearl and he sucked at her, then bit her lightly even as his fingers pistoned upwards on a hard thrust and lifted her hips.

Hermione felt something inside of her crack as her orgasm took her. The knot exploding into a many petalled flower of fire that scorched through her. Her head flew back, her arms went taut against the ropes and she sobbed his name.

Draco leaned back watching her in her climax. Her mouth had opened into a soft O with the last of his name and seemed frozen there. Her second orgasm hot on the heels of the first. Her eyes were tightly shut and her lash line was flooded with tears. He kept his fingers pressed tight inside of her, letting her ride out her orgasm. Pushing her to a third. Her walls clenching and fluttering at a dizzying pace.

With a whispered, “Finite incantatem” the ropes fell away and he caught her to him as he rose. Scooping her up in his arms he moved towards the bed.

Hermione became aware of the softness of linens beneath her, of a hard, hot body above her and slowly opened her eyes. Her lashes were wet and clumped in her line of vision and she reached up to touch her face. Her hand came away wet. With tears.

Why had she cried? She had liked it. More than that, adored it.

She met silver eyes and he smiled softly before sealing his lips to hers, letting her catch her piquant taste on his tongue. The kiss was soft, gentle and still managed to make her want him.

Pulling back he pressed a kiss to her throbbing pulse. “Ok?”

She nodded, “I don’t know why I am crying” she admitted, feeling terribly ashamed of that, “It was wonderful.”

“Its natural” he assured her, “After being without for so long and all your tensions. Those first orgasms were bound to be violent.”

He kissed the wet tracks on her cheeks, settling himself firmly in the V of her thighs. “But I’m not finished with you” he murmured as his hands slid under her shoulders, locking them together.

She leaned up, taking his mouth and he let her play at her leisure before taking control once more and lining up with her opening. He slowly pressed forward, mimicking the action with his tongue. The wet ring of muscle tensed for a moment, before he slid inside of her. He went slowly, stretching her , filling her, making her nails dance along his back.

He groaned when he bottomed out, buried to the hilt in the hot, pulsing, heat of Hermione. His tip nudged against her womb. His pale hair tickled her shoulder as he bent to take a straining breast in his mouth and slowly began to move within her.

Slowly he drew out all the way to the mushroomed tip and then when she was relaxed, he slammed back into her. Making her cry his name and grip his shoulders. He repeated the process, giving her a slow, hard time that would brand itself in her memory. This was how he’d keep her.

Hermione felt that silken shaft move inside of her, and bit her lip. He slammed into her again, his teeth clamping down on her nipple and she understood. Pain and pleasure did blur. And with his so deep she couldn’t fathom where one began and the other ended. It didn’t matter.

Again and again he pounded into her until she was crying for release. Begging him to go deep her and he did. Lifting her thigh onto his forearms he pushed forward, bottoming out with each thrust, making her breasts bounce violently.

he was struck by the sudden urge to imbue her with his scent to mark her forever as his. He shoved the notion aside.

Her head thrashed on the sheets and Draco reached between them, pinching her pearl.

“Come”

Hermione shouted hoarsely as the world exploded into white hot fragments, vaguely aware of Draco groaning and tensing above her.

“Merlin” he groaned to her, “You are so good.”

Draco felt his lower back tense, the heated ache swell and spread and then his sac tightened, drawing close to body and he erupted, spilling within her. Her contracting walls milking him dry until he lay, poised over her, face in her neck, weight on his elbows.

She had give him control and he had not hurt her. No, she felt alive. Very tired but vastly sated and very alive. She pressed a kiss to his jaw. She was safe, safe in his arms.

Slowly he rolled to the side, drawing her close to him, feeling exhaustion from the trip and bed play set in. He kissed her softly and then they lay contently in the silence until sleep overtook them.