Puzzle Pieces

Section 14:

The Christmas carols lasted for hours, ranging from the surprisingly beautiful (I loved the melody of ‘What Child Is This’) to the patently ridiculous (including a version of ‘Deck the Halls’ with lyrics about burning down a school led, not surprisingly, by the Weasley twins while McGonagall watched them with patented disapproval, obviously wishing she still had jurisdiction over them to take off points). I’d heard singing in the Great Hall before, during the Yule Ball fourth year, and when the school song led off the opening of the year, but that was noise and chaos and everyone singing different things at once. I had never heard singing like this: everyone coming together (in four part harmony at times) to practically raise the roof with their songs. It was the first time in my life that the night of December 24th actually felt a bit like Christmas.

The carols trailed off as the younger students started to fall asleep. Dumbledore lowered the torches to a low burn with a wave of his hand, and bid us all goodnight, advising us to get a bit of sleep, if we could. Draco and I found a cozy little corner and padded it with our sleeping bags and pillows. Arousal spread through my body at the look in Draco’s eyes as he pulled me up against him, and my eyes were already closing in anticipation of his kiss when I heard a small gasp that belonged unmistakably to Hermione.

I couldn’t help but smile at the sight of her when I looked up. She was blushing all the way up to her hairline and as far down as the modest neckline of her buttoned-up-to-the-top shirt would show. While she unquestionably approved of mine and Draco’s relationship, she was still caught off guard when we displayed it. I guess she had gotten accustomed to us being discreet. We certainly weren’t discreet anymore. Draco had been unabashedly affectionate with me for the past week. I suppose he figured that now that the kneazle was out of the cage with the only person he *hadn’t* wanted to know about our relationship, there was no point in hiding it anymore. However, affectionate was one thing, and starting a kiss that would, unquestionably, have led to a most excellent shag was quite another. No wonder Hermione was embarrassed.

“I didn’t mean to disturb you,” she squeaked when she remembered to breathe again. “I was just too wired to sleep and I know the two of you are night owls, so I thought you’d still be up… I mean *awake*, and I can see that you are but you… um… probably don’t want to be disturbed so I’ll just go. Now.”

I was so amused by her babbling (she looked so *adorable* when she did it) that I almost forgot to respond to her attempt to get away, but fortunately, Draco’s reflexes were quicker than mine. He snatched hold of her arm and pulled her into the corner with us, drawing his wand with his other hand to cast a privacy bubble around the three of us in a mere matter of moments.

“I should go,” Hermione repeated. “The two of you probably want to be alone; of *course* you want to be alone; so I’ll just let you—”

“Oh, do be quiet, Granger,” Draco commanded lazily. You weren’t interrupting anything that can’t be postponed for a bit, in favor of the pleasure of your company. Besides,” he gave me a cheeky grin, “I rather fancy an audience now and again, don’t you, love?”

Hermione’s blush darkened, something I hadn’t thought was possible, and I couldn’t help but laugh. Hermione, pressed up against us by the limited space available in the privacy bubble turned her face into my shoulder, hiding against the soft wool of my jumper.

“He’s your boyfriend,” she complained in a muffled voice. “Make him stop teasing me.”

“No good appealing to him,” Draco insisted with a smirk. “He likes it when I tease.” Hermione responded by burrowing her face further into my chest. I couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight of her.

“Come on, Hermione,” I coaxed, wrapping an arm around her and shifting her body more comfortably against mine. “You can’t hide in there forever you know.”

“Why not?” she protested in the same muffled voice.

“Because if you hide, I won’t get to see your pretty face.”

She pulled away enough so that I could see her pouting expression. “If *you* insist on teasing me, too, then I’ll just leave!” She tried to pull away as if to follow through on her threat, but she was tangled much too firmly in my arms, and I was nowhere near willing to let her go.

“Calm down, princess,” I said, as persuasively as I could, twisting her slightly so that her struggles left her burrowed even closer against me. “I apologize, okay?” She stopped struggling briefly, pulling back to check my expression for sincerity. It must have passed her test because she let me guide her head back to rest against my chest. Draco beckoned us closer to him, and I lifted Hermione so that I could pull her into position where she was leaning back against me, I was leaning back against Draco, and Draco was leaning back against the pillows we had used to pad our corner against the wall. Draco slid his arms forward to wrap around both of us, resting them around Hermione’s waist. With Hermione in my arms, resting against me, and Draco behind me, gently nuzzling my neck, I felt more content than I ever had in my life.

“This’s nice,” Draco mumbled around a mouthful of my neck, echoing my thoughts. Hermione purred a soft agreement and snuggled closer to me, rubbing against my body in a way that took my mind on a completely different path from ‘contentment’. Shifting my hips away from her a bit so that I wouldn’t offend her with my arousal, I found myself rubbing back against Draco, just to discover he was having a similar problem.

“What do you think it’ll be like next Christmas?” Hermione asked, her voice soft and pensive. “Voldemort will be gone, school will be over, and we’ll be… where?”

“In bed?” Draco suggested, his voice teasing and hopeful at the same time.

“Oh *honestly*!” Hermione exclaimed, the effect of her words somewhat weakened by her soft giggle. “Is that all you think about?”

“Considering the company?” Draco replied. “Yes.”

One of my hands was buried in Hermione’s thick curls, playing with her impossibly soft hair, so I felt the blush rising up on her cheeks. “Ahem,” Hermione said in her best prunes-and-prisms voice. “*Non*-coupled person here; remember me? The two of you can discuss bedroom arrangements *after* I go back to my sleeping bag.”

“But what if we want to include you in our bedroom arrangements?” Draco asked innocently. “Don’t you think you should be part of that conversation?”

“You’re hopeless,” Hermione groaned, turning against me again so that her side was aligned with my body and she could snuggle up in my arms. I barely managed to bit back a groan of my own, leaning my head back against Draco and staring at the ceiling while I tried to regain control over my libido.

“Look,” I said, nodding up toward the ceiling. “We have a visitor.”

A visitor indeed. A sprig of enchanted mistletoe had come to join us, resting right against the top of our privacy bubble.

Hermione sighed. “I guess that’s my cue to give the two of you some privacy.”

She tried to pull away, but Draco’s arms, which had wrapped more tightly around her when she cuddled up against me, refused to let her go. Neither, for that matter, did mine. I twisted my head to look back at Draco. He smiled, planted a soft kiss on my forehead, and nodded at me.

I had told Draco days before about how very much I liked the idea of him, Hermione, and me, together, and he had confessed that he liked the idea, as well. We had discussed different scenarios in which we could introduce the idea to Hermione and see how she felt about it, as well. Using a sprig of mistletoe the night before the battle hadn’t occurred to either one of us, but Slytherins aren’t known for letting opportunities pass them by, and I could tell from the look on Draco’s face that he felt the same thing I did: this was right. This was the moment. This was the time to make Hermione ours.

“The mistletoe is over all three of us, Hermione,” I whispered in her ear, pleased at the way that it made her shiver. “In the interests of… fairness, I think that means that you’re not getting out of here without a kiss.”

“A… a kiss?” Hermione stammered, twisting to see my face.

I cradled her face in my hands, stroking the soft hair back out of the way. “Do you want to kiss me, Hermione?” I asked.

“Yes,” she whispered, with no hesitation.

“And me?” Draco added from behind me, his voice surprisingly nervous. “Do you want to kiss me, as well?”

Hermione blushed, but nodded. “Are the two of you sure that this is alri—” she started to ask, but I didn’t let her finish the question, claiming her lips with mine in a gentle kiss. Tentatively, she slid her warm hands up my chest, over my shoulders and around my neck, making me groan at the feeling of her warmth. To my surprise, she took advantage of the groan, slipping her tongue into my mouth.

There’s no way to know how long the kiss would have lasted if we had been left to our own devices. Forever, as far as I was concerned. Of course, Draco didn’t give us that option, separating us to take his own turn at Hermione’s sweet mouth.

Their kiss started out gentle, almost tentative, as if Draco was afraid that she would push him away, but it didn’t stay tentative for long. My bold little Gryffindor made her intentions very clear very quickly as she deepened the kiss, wrapping her arms around Draco and pulling him in closer. She looked so impossibly lovely in Draco’s arms. They made a striking couple under any circumstances, but they were beautiful when they came together like that. She kissed Draco with all that she had, nestling into his arms as if she had been created to fit there. I slid up against her back, pressing my body against hers and stroking my fingers up and down her torso, and Draco’s, and the lovely places where the two of them fit together. I loved them both so much. Finally, sheer lack of oxygen forced the two of them to pull apart, and from the gobsmacked look on Draco’s face and the triumphant grin on Hermione’s, I didn’t think I’d have too much trouble convincing them to let me show them just how much I adored them both.

I turned Hermione around so that she was back in my arms and seated in my lap, and planted another warm kiss on her lips. “This won’t go any further than you want it to,” I promised her. She responded by kissing me again.

“I’ll tell you if I want to stop,” she replied when she pulled away, matching my serious expression for a moment. Then that gorgeous irrepressible grin broke out on her face. “But there’s no need for you to stop before then.” I laughed, and gestured for Draco to join us. He complied, pressing himself against Hermione’s back and nuzzling her neck. She responded by wiggling back against him, reaching behind her to grab hold of his hands and bring them around in front of her, clasping them onto my hips.

“Carry on,” she ordered cheerfully. “Don’t mind me.”

Draco smirked, but followed her orders, leaning in over her shoulder to claim my lips with his. I kissed him back deeply, relishing the taste of him combined with the feel of Hermione’s body pressed against mine, and the sense of completion in being with both of them that was unlike anything I had ever felt before.

Draco pulled away from the kiss long enough for both of us to gulp in some air, and our eyes met over Hermione’s head. He reached out in front of him to gather her abundant hair in his hands, gathering it up out of the way. Once her neck was bared, he winked and me, and in unison, we each lowered our mouths to a side of her throat, lavishing her neck with wet, sucking kisses. She squirmed deliciously in my lap, rubbing up against my growing erection, making me groan. Apparently, she liked that reaction, since she ground her hips down, trying to make it happen again.

“Little vixen,” I heard Draco whisper in her ear as he pulled her shoulders back against his, leaving her deliciously writhing hips against mine, but claiming her torso as his playground, sliding his hands up her body to cup and caress her breasts. Her head flew back against his shoulder as she arched into his touch. Following his lead, I began unbuttoning her blouse, eager to give her breasts some intimate attention from me, as well. Her eyes, clouded with lust, cracked open to watch the movements of my hands with a lazy smile. Continuing to squirm against both of us, she put her hands into play by sliding them up my chest, underneath my jumper to caress the skin underneath.

I followed her cue and pulled off the jumper and the shirt underneath as well. Draco seemed to think that getting topless was an excellent idea, because he quickly tugged Hermione’s shirt out of the way, and pulled off his own shirt as well. I released the front catch on Hermione’s bra and lowered my head right away so that I could play with my new toys. I had been too eager to taste her breasts to take the time to view them properly first, but from the way that the sweet little morsels felt in my mouth and my hand, I could tell that they were every bit as soft and perfect as I had dreamed.

Draco grumbled a bit about how stingy I was with sharing *our* toys, but I ignored him, and he soon stopped angling for a go at her breasts, choosing to play with her tummy instead, unfastening the fly of her jeans and slipping his hand into the front, underneath the waistline of her panties, to tickle her belly with smooth, concentric circles sliding their way lower and lower inside her panties while he worked on creating a lovebite on her neck approximately the size and shape of a regulation-standard Quidditch pitch.

Hermione, never one to sit idly by while others were hard at work, joined in as well, running her hands eagerly over our bare chests, studiously unfastening our belts and flies (to the enormous relief of my erection which felt certain it had bruised itself, straining against the zipper of my pants) and running her lips over every square inch of flesh she could reach. When her hands reached down, in perfect synchronicity, to grasp both erections through our tented boxers, I knew that I couldn’t take anymore. Reluctantly pulling myself away from her breasts, I raised my head enough to look her in the eye.

“It’s alright if you don’t want to go any further,” I prefaced, reassuring her as best I could, “but if you’re not ready for more than this, then we might have to stop now.”

“I don’t want to stop,” she replied, very softly. “Please, I… I don’t want to stop.”

Leaning up, I kissed her again. “Then we won’t stop,” I promised. “Unless you ask us to.”

She nodded, pushing me back away from her slightly. I was confused, wondering if she had changed her mind and really *did* want to stop, when she pushed all doubts out of my mind by kicking off her shoes and wiggling out of her jeans, panties, and socks. My eyes slammed shut and I forced myself to picture every arousal-killing image I could manufacture, just to keep from cumming immediately at the sight of her naked in Draco’s arms. Gods, she was gorgeous.

I finally opened my eyes when I thought I had regained control, but one look at the sight in front of me was nearly enough to shatter my fragile grip. Draco, pleased with the lack of clothing in his way, had returned to his previous activities with her body while my eyes were shut. As his lips devoured her neck, his fingers slid in and out of her visibly wet and slippery hole. She was squirming in his arms, her breath coming in short pants, and as I watched, frozen in place, her climax hit.

I had reached the limits of my endurance. Tearing off what remained of my clothes, I dove on top of her, pinning her body between Draco’s and mine. She was still shaking and breathless from the force of her orgasm, but she lifted an arm around my neck, (using the other arm to reach for Draco’s hand which slid immediately into hers,) and wrapped her legs carefully around my waist. Draco and I adjusted her until she was in the best position that we could find, nestled tightly between the two of us.

“Are you ready?” I whispered in her ear, covering the area in kisses while I waited for her response.

“I’m ready,” she replied, tightening her legs around my waist to bring my pelvis against hers again. That was all the consent I needed. Reaching down to position the tip of my erection against her opening, I slid fully inside with one, hard thrust.

I wasn’t really surprised to feel the barrier inside her tearing away. Logically, I knew that she was a virgin, and that I was the first to ever be inside her like that. But logic had no control over the burst of possessiveness and pure, fierce love I felt as I joined the two of us together and made her mine.

Every muscle in her seemed to clench at the unaccustomed pain, and if the way that she tightened her grip on me was any indication, she must have been squeezing Draco’s hand hard enough to hurt, but his only response was to lift the hand to his lips, nuzzling it with soft kisses while he whispered encouragements to her, telling her how beautiful she was, how incredible, and how wonderful we were both going to make her feel for letting us be the ones to be with her in this way. Sliding his other hand between our bodies, his clever fingers soon found the place where we were joined. Rubbing against the spots he had already learned she liked best, he coaxed her body to respond to both of us, continuing his litany of encouragement and praise as her body started to relax and move against mine. Once I was convinced she wasn’t in pain anymore, I began moving, sliding carefully in and out of her.

It didn’t seem possible that any woman could feel that good. Certainly, no woman had ever felt like that before. I was very grateful that Draco was there to see to Hermione’s pleasure, because I was so lost in my own, I don’t know if I would have been able to make it as good for her as it needed to be.

Hermione seemed to feel the same gratitude to Draco because she reached behind her to release his erection from the front of his boxers. Planting a kiss on my lips, she reached for my hand, which I willing gave to her. (At that moment, I would have given her anything she asked for.) She brought both of our hands back to Draco’s erection, and guided me to clasp my hand over hers.

“Show me how he likes to be touched,” she whispered. I groaned as the mere thought of what we were doing made me even harder, but eagerly obeyed. Guiding her hand up and down, I taught her the rhythm and the pressure that Draco enjoyed, and felt a smug sort of satisfaction when he started gasping like a drowning man, like the rest of us. The sound of his pleasure was the perfect addition to increase my own. Apparently, Hermione agreed, because I felt her muscles start to tighten around me and I could tell she was moments away from orgasm.

“Harder,” she pleaded. “Don’t hold back.”

With such explicit permission, how could I refuse? I drove into her with everything I had, lining up my thrusts to give maximum friction against her clit every time I buried myself inside her. When I heard her moan my name as her orgasm hit, I couldn’t hold back any longer, and followed her over the edge.

For several long moments, I wasn’t aware of anything, but gradually reality intruded again, ushered in by the sound of Draco’s moans. Apparently Hermione had kept up her attentions to Draco’s erection. From the sound of his voice, I could tell he was close.

“Sit up, love,” Hermione whispered in my ear. I groaned at the thought of moving ever again, but obeyed nonetheless. If she had told me to stand up and sing ‘I’m a little teapot’ to everyone in the Great Hall, I’d have done it. When I lifted my weight off her body, she shifted her position, lifting her body up a bit so it hovered slightly over Draco’s, and using her hand on Draco’s cock to align it with her entrance.

“Hermione, no,” Draco tried to protest. “You must be sore; you don’t have to… oh sweet *Jesus*,” he moaned as she slid her body down on to his. Giving me a wicked little wink and grin, she held her arms out for me, beckoning me closer. Naturally, I obeyed, letting her pull me into another series of dizzying kisses while she rode Draco to completion. He came inside her with a shuddering gasp of her name, and the three of us stilled, clinging to each other and relishing the perfection of the moment.


End Section 14