Help Me Draco

Hermione let her head fall back as Draco kissed one side of her neck, and his twin kissed the other. The matching lips were driving her mad. The feelings were the same but the pressure and technique of each was different.



The man behind her reached around and unbuttoned her shirt, pulling it down her shoulders and off her arms while the man in front of her worked off her bra.



“Wait.” She said, and immediately both men stopped and looked at her. She slipped out from between them and jumped up on the bed. “Both of you take your clothes off.” She said smiling at them.



They didn’t need to be told twice, and right away began removing clothing. Shirts, followed by belts, followed by jeans and shorts were tossed this way and that, leaving two identical naked bodies in front of her.



They climbed up on the bed and attacked her jeans, pulling them off until she was naked. She fell back on the bed, holding out her arms to her two lovers, wrapping an arm around each as lips descended on her neck, and hands roamed over her body.



She smiled into nothingness as two different hands closed around her breasts, each with their own method of touching her. Lips traveled lower and each of her nipples was nuzzled and sucked on. She let both her hands weave into their hair, the silken strands falling about her hands. She gave up trying to keep in mind which one was Draco. The each reigned kisses over her breasts and stomach before one slipped further down and settled between her parted thighs. One of them rose up and kissed her lips while the other ate her pussy, spreading her open to taste the already flowing juices.



She gave herself over to the kiss of one, while reaching down to caressed the locks of the one between her thighs. Her senses were being overloaded, as the one kissing her covered her breasts in both hands, plunging his tongue with a force into her mouth. She was groaning now, searching out the cock of the one who kissed her.



She swallowed a moan into her lips as her fingers closed around hard flesh. She stroked the thickness, feeling the pulse in her palm. The one kissing her broke away and dropped lower, lifting her leg and burying his face in her ass, licking and tonguing the tight hole.



Hermione, thought about the identical heads orally tasting her. She didn’t want anyone but Draco to fuck her anally. She would have to make a stand if it came to that, and trust that he would listen to her. She had no reason to think he wouldn’t though.



Four hands traveled up her stomach and back, feeling and groping every inch of skin. She clutched the pillow to her mouth biting on the cotton. Two fingers entered her but she was beyond knowing who they belonged to. To be frank, she was beyond caring as well.



One of them pulled away and crawled back up, spooning behind her. The other one pulled away and was sliding between her thighs. She felt the cold lube against her ass, and her eyes flew open. “Draco!”



“Shhh,” the one behind her said, setting the vial aside after coating himself, “it’s me, nobody back me but me I promise.” He kissed her earlobe, and she relaxed. She let her body go limp in the caresses of the one at her breast while Draco slowly eased himself inside her, gently. She was no stranger to this anymore and was relaxed as he sheathed himself completely, groaning into her ear. She tilted her head back against his shoulder, listening to his increased breathing.



The Draco in front of her lifted her leg and slid himself inside her pussy with ease. She held onto the shoulder of the one on from of her, but kept her cheek nuzzled against the one behind her. They moved with ease, slowly rocking back and forth. Each of them caressed and fondled her body.



“You were right, she is a hot one.” The one on front of her said. The voice was Draco’s but it was obvious that the voice was an impersonation. A good impersonation but she knew Draco’s voice anywhere and this was close but not close enough.



“Yes, she is.” Draco said from behind, then he whispered. “My hot one.”



Hermione felt a surge of pride at his possessiveness and while the closeness of two bodies was a turn on, what she wanted now was to be alone with Draco. She arched and moved her hips faster moaning out loudly. Draco furled his brow, and met his imposters eyes.



Hermione was faking it, Draco knew it. He knew her cried well and this was nothing like it. The imposter knew it was fake as well, but he knew it from Draco’s look. They kept moving as she cried out and then fell back against Draco.



The two looked at each other and Draco gave his twin a nod. The other man returned it, and kissed Hermione’s forehead. “Thank you.” He said and quickly put his clothes on, vanishing from the room and to a nearby lavatory where the potion would ware off soon. He had not been in the room with then for more then 40 minutes, but he assumed she had enough and that was why she faked it.



He was right. Draco held her to his chest and let his body slid out of hers. He took his wand and gave them both a cleansing spell before settling on his side facing her. She was far from satisfied but he didn’t think she would be at the moment.



“You faked it.” He told her, brushing hair from her brow. She nodded. “Why?”



“It was fun, but not something I need.” She explained. “But thank you anyway.” She said with a smile.



“Your welcome.” He slipped an arm around her waist. “I wanted you to enjoy it.”



“I did.” She lifted her arm to his shoulder brushing her fingertips along his skin in imaginary images. “I guess it seemed more exciting in a book. I don’t need two men to feel excitement.” She leaned in and kissed him. “One’s enough.”



He took a moment to kiss her deeply, then just held her close. “Not all it was supposed to be then?”



“Not really.” She chuckled. “You making the effort meant more then the act.” She lifted a leg over his hip.



They cuddled this way for some time, then Hermione frowned at him. “Who did you get?”



“Does it matter?” He asked. She gave him an odd look. “Considering you faked it to get him out of here, do you really want to be able to face him?”



Hermione let out a laugh. “Now that you mention it, no I don’t think I do.” She leaned in for more snogging.







In a nearby corridor, a student left the lavatory and entered the portrait leading to Gryffindor tower, whistling a tune.