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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You let me violate you, you let me desecrate you
You let me penetrate you, you let me complicate you
Help me I broke apart my insides, help me Ive got no
Soul to tell
Help me the only thing that works for me, help me get
Away from myself


Closer - NiN

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Hermione woke to warmth and steel wrapped around her. Draco was curled around her, his muscled arm thrown protectively around her middle, the other was beneath her head. His soft, even breaths on the nape of her neck made her shiver slightly.

That arm tightened, drawing her harder back against him. His hard length sliding along the seam of her bottom. Nestling, fitting. A knee lodged between her slim knees. She recalled rather sleepily that Severus had often preferred such a position in his sleep, whereas Harry would throw one long leg over both of her, sleeping on his stomach.

Perhaps it was a Slytherin trait, she mused. That even is sleep they were sexual creatures. And Draco was sexual. All things sexual. She had done it. Slept with Draco Malfoy. She could hardly believe it, but the delicious strain in her muscles and the slight red marks at her wrists were proof enough.

“Mione” he murmured in his repose and she felt his arm move now, knuckles ghosting over the tender underside of her breast, lips moving in sleep slowed fusion over her nape and shoulder. Glancing at the bedside clock she saw that they had been asleep for less than two hours, he couldn’t possibly want her again. She couldn’t possibly.

But the wetness between her thighs called her a liar.

His knee moved higher as he shifted, the pale hairs tickling against her and she bit her lip, trying to be silent. But when the cap of his knee pressed firmly against her, she was lost.

Draco had felt her wake, the measured cadence of her breath not meshing with the tension he felt in her neck and legs. She was awake, probably laying in the shelter of his arms wondering about what they’d done. Well, he liked her where she was and had no plans to let her be anywhere else.

Lightly, he caressed her breast, his ears picking up the on the hitch in her breath, the stutter in her heart beat. This curse did have some perks he mused.

“Mione” he murmured, but he knew she thought him lost in dreams. Ha! Her arousal reached his nose and he moved his knee, smirking slowly as he pressed against her. Flesh sliding against slick fluids.

Time to wake up, he decided.

His lips opened at her shoulder, teeth nipping as his arm moved again, sliding beneath the coverlet, tracing over her arm and hip with firm strokes. His other hand cupped her brow, pulling her head back, extending that lovely expanse of throat to him. His mouth and teeth found her, worrying that junction of neck and shoulder until she moaned softly.

He grasped her hips, moving his knee, forcing her move against his leg. She gasped at the sensation he evoked with satin flesh and crisp hair. “Take it” he commanded, “Take your pleasure from me”. The rough growl making her wetter, his hand slipped down to pinch at her pearl.

“Draco!” she whispered hotly, her hips already finding the rhythm of his movements. He kept her on that torturous edge for long minutes, bringing her close and forbidding her release, until she whimpered and keened with need.

When he knew he couldn’t bear it any longer, he rolled her to stomach and poised himself over her. “On your knees witch” he growled against her ear and Hermione forced her hips upward pulling her knees beneath her and spreading them wide.

Draco ran his large hand over her creamy globes, taking in the sight she presented. Curls spilling in riotous chaos over her shoulders, her copper eyes watching him from over that delicate slope. Her bottom was tilted upward, her spine held in that lovely, near sway back curve. Prepared to take a thorough pounding. It was a classic pose. One that was often seen in the Slytherin dungeon and he let his lip curl at the thought of who had taught her.

Still, it was his gain.

“You look like you want to be taken” he murmured, tracing idle patterns over her back and bottom. She bit her lip and nodded. His hand splayed wide, “And when do you get to come?”

She bit her lip, trying to force her scattering thoughts into line.

“Answer” he barked with a hard smack to the left cheek.

The red of her cheeks spread to her chest now, “When you let me” she said quickly. This was a game she hadn’t played in years but had always liked.

The hand gentled, tracing the red outline left behind, “Good girl”. Then he propped himself up near her, his erect length bobbing before her eyes. It was a beautiful specimen she admitted. Long, pale, thick, well veined.

“Open your mouth” he told her, his voice low and needful and she did.

“Now. Slowly lower yourself onto me and suck.”

Hermione lightly lapped at the head, tasting his essence and wetting him to make his passage easier. Her rosy lips wrapped around his weeping tip, that plum shaped head and she moaned at the feeling over power over him when he groaned softly.

She moved so slowly it was like a sweet torture to him, Draco let his eyes close to slits, unwilling to miss her movements. Her bottom remained in the air, her nose finding itself in the cropped golden curls that surrounded his sex.

She was very good at this he decided when she sucked hard on the upward sweep. His nails slid to her hair, gathering the curly mass to better his view. Her copper eyes met his from beneath her lashes and he smirked at her, “Like that do you?”

Her moan along his shaft was his answer and he let one hand move to her side, directing her to turn, perpendicular to him. So that he could tease her as she devoured him. The firelight illuminated the slickness of her folds, the wetness of her thighs and Draco purred at the sight.

Long fingers trailed over the wet flesh, parting her vibrant folds, holding her open. He watched those inner walls clench, try to draw him in. Greedy little thing. His hand turned to tease against her pearl, making her jolt and moan, the vibration making his silver eyes close in bliss.

He shoved three fingers into her wet heat, her muscles protested only a moment before he was drenched and moving easily. Hermione felt the slight ache in long underused muscles and the delicious full feeling that he induced on her. But it wasn’t deep enough and he knew that. Her hips pressed back against his hand trying to take him deeper, knowing only he would be able to reach it and also knowing it would not come soon.

His fingers curled within her and Hermione went stock still as pleasure ran through her, like a jolt of electricity. He repeated the action again and she cried out around him. Draco ran his thumb over the bundle of nerves as he stroked against that hidden flesh ridge once more.

Her muscles clamped down on him tightly, “Don’t you dare come” he snarled at her. Her pleading whimper echoed between them. He backed off his caresses for a moment, letting her get herself somewhat under control. His hand slid along her trembling stomach to caress her breasts, before he pinched and pulled at her nipples.

Her ragged cry made him grow impossibly hard. He twisted the nipples then, blurring pleasure and pain for her. “Yes” he groaned to her, “Just like that. Suck hard. Hmm, good girl.” Her breasts were red now and he liked that very much, his hand sliding back to toy with her sex again.

Hermione shook uncontrollably under the pleasure he gave and the pleasure he denied. His breathing was ragged, labored now. The fine sheen of sweat on his body, and the slight jerking of his hips let her know that he himself was very close.

She had half a mind to pull off him and see how he liked it.

“Don’t even think about it” he murmured to her, as if he could read her very thoughts, “Be a good girl now. Finish it.” His fingers sliding along the arch of her throat.

And suddenly, she wanted to. Very badly, if for no other reason than to please him. She sank onto him, taking him to the hilt. Her tongue teasing the underside of him. She sucked hard, feeling him rise towards her and repeated the action. Her small hand sliding down to gently roll his testicles.

Draco’s eyes snapped wide as his release overcame him with blinding ferocity.

“Hermione!”

His hands fled into her hair. Massaging her scalp, cradling her head as though she was the most precious thing at the moment. And perhaps she was.

His hips rose and he held her head in place as he spilled himself into her. He panted as his tremors faded, leaving him to lie against the pillows.

Hermione slid off of him with a small wet sound, licking her lips clean of the milky residue. Draco watched her, seeing the tiny droplet that had landed on the corner of her mouth and sliding his hand to her nape he dragged her forward across his chest to lap at the shimmer before taking her mouth with his own.

His tongue plunging inside to taste and claim and she moaned helplessly against him. Her need so high, her body so hot. She ached for him, hungered for him to nearly obsessive levels. He was far more compelling than any Imperius and far more painful than the Cruciatus.

Her hand slid against her stomach but was waylaid by the firm grip of his hand on her wrist. “No you don’t”. His voice was hard and she lifted her lust glazed copper eyes to his own silver ones.

Draco had never seen anything so lovely than Hermione Granger in that moment. Her eyes hooded, her hips slowly swaying seeking some stimulus, thighs wet. Her nipples hard and red, her mouth swollen from being so thoroughly abused by him. He was already growing hard again.

He rose onto his knees behind her, “I know what you want” he crooned. His voice like that one might use on a skittish mare, inflaming and soothing at once. His large hands slid over her hips, his knee nudging her thighs further apart.

“Soft and slow?” he asked, pressing against her, letting his tip brush against her, “Or hard and deep?”

Her mouth opened and her eyes closed at his words.

“Answer me. Or I will choose for you.”

“H…hard…and….d -” Hermione struggled to say, but he understood. Shoving into her with one powerful thrust as the first syllable left her mouth. Her mouth fell open as he seated himself, she thought he was tearing her apart just from sheer momentum.

She grunted from the force and size of him, as he filled her near to bursting. Oh, she’d be sore later, but for now she didn’t care. Draco slid his hand into her hair, fisting the length of it and drawing her head back, her spine sliding into that lovely curve again and he began to thrust.

Slow, hard and deep. Her bottom slapping against his lean hips, the flesh bouncing. Just when she was near to catching her breath, he would rip it away again with his movements.

Draco felt her body part for his intrusion and then clamp around him to prevent his escape. Merlin but she was hot and wet and much like a tiny fist around him. He took her hard, riding her forcefully, listening to her keen and pant.

Her little hands curled in the bed linens and she met him thrust for thrust. The muscles of her back rippled under his eye.

“Like this?” he demanded.

She nodded, but since her whole body was bouncing he decided not to accept that. “I asked you a question and you will answer witch!”.

He twisted his hips against hers, striking some tender spot within and she cried out sharply, her knuckles now white on the linens. His hand falling on her other cheek, now both cheeks were pink.

“Y…yes!”

His grin turned feral as he plunged into her again.

“Tell me what you want”

“M…more!” she wailed.

“And who gives it to you?”

“You!”

“That’s right.”

He shoved her cheek to the linens, changing the angle of penetration and she sobbed. She couldn’t move against him very much now, having to surrender herself to him entirely. His hands roved over her hips and bottom holding her steady. Teasing her.

“Give over to me” he said in a low, seductive tone, even as his finger slipped beneath her, to frame her pearl. Every movement causing his finger to constrict against the nub, abrade it.

She mewled against the sheets, feeling the pulses of pleasure shooting through her core. Her swollen nipples sliding over the linen beneath her, heightening her pleasure. “Ahhh! Draco!” she cried feeling orgasm come closer.

He felt her dilemma, she was close, the fluttering of her body told him that, but he’d not given her permission. Ah but his little Gryffindor was a fast learner. Draco slowly brought his finger to his mouth, sucking one finger inside.

Hermione flinched slightly when she felt something wet slide between the cheeks of her bottom and circle around her rosette. But the odd sensation gave way to a deeper, darker pleasure.

“You can come pretty girl” he crooned her as he thrust hard into her, his wet finger dipping inside and then pressing deep into her backside.

Hermione threw her head back, and screamed her release. She came hard enough to see stars, slumping forward, only Draco’s grip keeping her hips up as he rode her to his own completion. His movements prolonging hers and when he came, jetting hot seed deep within, it triggered yet another.

Draco’s gums itched and he found himself clamping his mouth over her nape, biting down hard.

This second cry was hoarse and deep, guttural. Immensely satisfying.

Draco held them together for a very long time, one hand was pressed beside her head, holding his greater weight off her back. But every bare inch of her back was covered by his hot flesh. His mouth sliding over her nape, lapping at the bite he’d delivered. “You did very well” he praised her.

Her womb contracted around him in response to his praise.

Slowly, he withdrew from her body, she hissed and moaned at the slip and slide of flesh. Feeling the tenderness within her from his fervent loving.

“Accio wand” he whispered, the item flew into his hand and he pointed the tip and both of them and the linens. “Scourgify”.

Clean and sated, he drew her back into the shelter of his arms, feeling her tremors continue for long minutes.

“Thank you” she whispered.

While she shook, he soothed her, stroking his hand through her hair, and over her back, until she was lulled into peaceful dreams. As his hand moved over her he felt the twinge in his gums. His eyes moved to the bite, seeing the purple mark on pale flesh, the slightest of puncture marks.

Marked. He had marked her. He found he liked that thought. Even if it did fade, it was there for now. As were they.
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From the hearth, two green eyes watched the events of the evening with dread and curiosity.

Harry pulled back from them. His two slumbering captains. Lovers.

He strode to where the bulk of Narcissa’s books were kept, thumbing through them.

His actions woke her in her portrait, “Harry?”

He turned those burning green eyes on her, “You knew didn’t you?” he demanded, “When I sent him to save her, you knew what would happen.”

Narcissa didn’t deny it, “So he has taken her.”

Harry thumped a fist on the table, “Twice! His curse is growing harder to control you know that.”

“Has he harmed her?”

“Bitten her!”

“Harry, his curse is not passed through bites.” Narcissa sounded motherly as she gently chided him.

Harry opened the large book and held it up to her, “No, his curse marks with the bite.”

Green eyes danced over the page, then lifted back to his. “You knew this was coming”

Harry growled and turned to fling himself into the chair, “The prophecy Narcissa, tell me again…”

Her eyes grew far away and her voice changed as she intoned to him:

‘On the day the battles done
too much power for the one
unless he like the other be
branch the power like a tree
one to rule by sword and sun
one by spear and moonlight spun
one a shield maiden be
draw close two
now become three’

Harry shook his head, “It’s not clear enough. Damn it all, Hermione could sort this out. What makes you so certain this is about the three of us?”

Narcissa smiled gently, “I have seen it... Lord Potter.”

“Fat lot of good it is going to do if they fall in love between now and then Narcissa” he groused.

She shook her head, “Fear not Harry. You still hold her love.”

Harry strode from the room, muttering about damn difficult seers.

Narcissa smiled to herself, “You’ll just have to share it I’m afraid.” Oh the elder Slytherin had not missed the bulge in dear Harry's robes. Not in the least.

This would work out nicely.