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So, thanks for the reviews everyone!! Someone asked for some plot, so, I hope this suffices! this fic was meant to be a release from writers block, but as I am having fun writing it, I decided to continue! So enjoy!

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Hermione spent the weekend floating around in a gloriously blissful daze. She managed to fob off two Owls from Ron, not wanting to destroy the warm glow in her belly with an argument with her ex. Her mind kept returning constantly and often without warning to the night she had spent having sex with not one, but three people, although she was still unsure whether what she had done with Pansy was actually sex. She had pinched herself, slapped her own cheeks and tried to, for reasons she could not understand, convince herself that the whole event had been nothing more than a wonderful wet dream. However, the note Draco had left on her bed proved otherwise.

Hermione sighed, sitting herself down on her lounge, her eyes floating out the window to the apartment across the street. She had sneakily watched Draco and Pansy’s window for any signs of action, but they had been quiet all weekend. She looked to the parchment, gripped between slightly trembling fingers, reading the words Draco had scrawled in his neat writing again: Next Friday night, nine o-clock. My place this time. Hermione felt herself scowl. It was only Sunday. She shifted in her seat, aware that her body was tingling. If she closed her eyes, she could almost feel hands touching her flesh, lips working their way along her skin, the first waves of an orgasm floating through her veins. She stood up quickly, moving into the kitchen to make herself some tea, trying desperately to focus her thoughts on something else. Setting the kettle on to boil, she sighed, leaning back against the bench, folding her arms over her chest. She had fucked Draco Malfoy. She had fucked Blaise Zabini, her co-worker, and she had fucked Pansy Parkinson. Hermione could barely believe it. She laughed, a tiny trace of sarcasm lingering in the cheery tone. If someone had have told her, back at school, she would end up not only spending the night with three Slytherins, but enjoying it immensely, she would have called them mental and hexed them into the last century.

As the kettle neared boiling point, Hermione sighed, crossing and uncrossing her legs in irritation. She felt deliciously horny, the memory of two nights ago invading her head once more and she moaned slightly, closing her eyes. she considered sliding her hand into her knickers and pleasuring herself, if only to get some minor relief. Draco’s words swirled through her skull: “You don’t honestly think that your fingers, as lovely as they are can compare to what I could give you, do you?”

Hermione bit her lip, feeling her hand begin to inch its way down her body, sliding between her breasts and over her stomach. Her fingers reached the waistband of her tracksuit pants and she felt her breath quicken in anticipation.

“Why didn’t you answer my Owls?”

Hermione’s eyes snapped open. Ron, wearing a disgruntled expression, was standing before her, his arms folded and his eyes narrowed. Hermione blushed furiously as his eyes trailed down her body, widening when he noticed her hand, two fingers linked under the top of her pants. His eyes flew back to her face and Hermione blushed harder, blinking rapidly. She cleared her throat, turning her back and returning to the task of making tea. She could feel Ron’s eyes on her still and irritated, she snapped at him.

“Why should I answer your bloody Owls, Ron? I thought you wanted, what did you call it, space?”

“I did, I do, I just…miss you, that’s all,” he muttered behind her. Sighing, Hermione turned around, finding him looking at the floor.

“I miss you too,” she replied. It was the truth. She did miss him, terribly. She missed his presence, missed seeing him in the morning and feeling him slide into bed beside her at night. “But I don’t want you to mess me about, Ron,” she added, stirring her tea. He had hurt her more than she would ever admit. They had been together since school, and part of her suspected he wanted ‘space’ so that he could do what all young men decided they needed to do at some point in their lives, and see other girls before settling down.

“I’m sorry, Hermione, really I am,” Ron said softly, stepping closer to her and taking her hand, drawing it away from the mug of tea. “I really do miss you,” he added, looking into her eyes. They stared at one another a while until Hermione sighed, pulling her hand away. She picked up her tea and headed back to the lounge room, sitting herself down, motioning for Ron to join her.

“Why are you here?” she asked as he lowered his long body down beside her. Ron fidgeted, playing with his hair, before reaching for her hand again.

“I want to know that you still care and that I haven’t made a total mess of things,” he said. “I still want you, Hermione.”

Hermione felt a shiver pass through her body at the sincerity in his tone. His eyes were boring into hers, deep blue and wide open, a slight smile on his lips. Her blood quickening, Hermione slowly reached up and ran her index finger over his cheek, Ron’s eyes closing in response. She took a deep breath, annoyed at herself. She ought to be mad at him, but she was so darn agitated and her body was literally screaming out for attention that she leant up and placed a kiss on his lips.

Ron responded instantly, his arms sliding around her body, his mouth moving on hers, his tongue snaking out and wrapping around hers, forcing her lips open wider. Hermione’s hands moved into his hair, tugging on it gently, bringing him closer to her. Slowly, she let her body fall backwards, Ron moving with her, covering her with the weight of his body. Their legs entwined, Ron’s thigh pressing between her legs, causing a moan to escape her lips. Hermione broke the kiss, pushing gently at his shoulder. Ron lifted his head, his eyes slightly glazed with desire, and looked at her curiously. Something in her face made him smirk and he pushed against her with his leg, making her shift underneath him. Hermione shot him a furious glance.

“I thought you liked it when I did that,” Ron mumbled, dropping his head again and nuzzling at her neck. Hermione moaned, her body on flame, and in an instant, she had Ron’s shirt over his head, and tossed away on the floor. Every ounce of common sense told her this was not a good idea. They had broken up. He wanted ‘space’. Shagging him was not going to solve anything. But he felt so good pressed against her, his weight firm and comforting on her chest. Ron’s hands slid down her sides, his fingers brushing her belly and slipping quickly beneath the waistband of her pants and Hermione felt herself come undone. She tore at the skin on his back with her nails, hearing him hiss, her lips and teeth working on his neck, nipping and sucking and licking. Her hands moved to the front of his jeans, pulling frantically at the zipper, wanting nothing more than to take him between her fingers. Ron pulled her pants down her hips, releasing her body to slide them down her legs and over her ankles. He grinned at her, tossing them on the floor with his shirt. Hermione took the opportunity to unzip his pants fully, slipping her hand inside and feeling his hardness. Ron groaned, his eyes unfocusing, before he gave her a look of such intensity Hermione stopped what she was doing.

“What?” she asked, making to withdraw her hand, but he reached up, holding her in place.

“Just…go slowly,” he whispered and she smiled, continuing her ministrations, only slower and gentler this time. They sat up together, Ron’s hands working at the hem of her shirt. Realising she would have to release him, he growled, ripping the fabric from her body, eliciting a gasp from Hermione’s mouth. With her spare hand, Hermione managed to pull his jeans and boxers over his hips, exposing his erection to her eyes. Ron looked down, moaning when he saw her hand wrapped around him. They were both naked now and with a low growl, Ron reached out and grabbed her hips, Hermione’s hand sliding away from his cock. She sighed regretfully, but had no time to mourn the loss for long. Ron lifted her easily, settling her in his lap, her knees falling either side of his body. Hermione could feel his erection against her belly and she smiled. He was not as big as either Draco or Blaise, but he was comfortable and she liked that. With a smile, Hermione lifted herself up, positioning the tip of his cock at her entrance, moaning as it slid against her clit. She was virtually dripping with desire. She put her hands on Ron’s shoulders, preparing to slide herself onto him.

“Wait,” he murmured, looking at her seriously. Hermione gave him an incredulous glance, pausing in her action. “I just…are you sure?”

“Ron,” Hermione said huskily. “We’re naked and about to have sex. I’m a big girl. Of course I’m sure,” she added, leaning down to bite him on the shoulder. He hissed, lifting his hips off the lounge, pushing into her at the same time. Hermione moaned, letting her body sink down, taking him fully inside of her. She wiggled her hips a little, sliding around until she felt his cock hit the most sensitive part inside her. A shudder passed through her body, and for a moment she saw Draco’s face where Ron’s was. She bit her lip, pushing the image away and closing her eyes, beginning to move, slowly and steadily.

“Fuck,” Ron swore as she arched her back, pushing herself forward. She felt Ron’s hand grip her ass, his fingers kneading her flesh. She opened her eyes, looking into his face. His eyes were closed and his cheeks flushed. She leant forward and kissed him on the mouth, continuing to move against him. Hermione kissed down his jaw, her lips pausing near his ear.

“Ron, I want you to do something for me,” she whispered throatily, feeling him nod in response. Hermione swallowed. She had never asked anyone this before, and had never seen herself asking it, but the other night had taught her something. “I want you to finger me.”

“What?”

“Here,” Hermione whispered, reaching behind herself to take one of his hands. She directed it to her anus, Ron stiffening and slowing his rhythm. She looked at him, feeling slightly embarrassed for asking him to do that, but she remembered the look on Pansy’s face as Draco fucked her up the ass and her conviction was renewed. She had decided she would like to try it, but thought starting with a finger would be best. Swallowing again, she nodded to Ron, who looked a little unsure, but eventually he nodded also. He lifted his finger to his lips, sliding it between his teeth to moisten it, his eyes locked with Hermione’s the whole time, waiting for her to tell him to forget it. She only nodded, and as Ron’s hand moved back to her ass, she closed her eyes, a brief moment of doubt flickering through her mind. Hermione stopped moving as he slowly inserted his finger into her. A gasp fled her lips and she opened her eyes.

“Are you okay?” Ron asked her, staring to withdraw his finger, but she shook her head, reaching around to hold his hand in place, smiling at him.

“I’m fine,” she whispered, leaning forward to give him better access. Slowly, Ron began to move his finger, the sensation almost sending Hermione over the edge. Once he had settled into a rhythm, she began to move again, her clit pressed against his firm belly. The feeling of pleasure from three parts of her body increased as Ron dropped his head, curling his lips around her nipple, biting and sucking gently.

“Oh God,” Hermione ground out, the pressure in her body building until she thought she would explode. She increased her rhythm, her clit smashed against Ron’s stomach. She threw her head back, sinking down onto him, taking him deeper inside her, feeling his finger slide further into her anus as she moved and began to ride him harder. Feeling herself about to come, Hermione stopped suddenly, wanting to make it last as long as possible. She knew Ron would follow her once she came – that was always the way it happened. Sweating and breathing heavily, Ron looked at her in confusion.

“I want to move,” Hermione whispered and he nodded, letting her slide off him. He made to stand but she pushed him back down, dropping to her knees to take him in her mouth, tasting herself there. Ron gasped, throwing his head back, and Hermione knew what he was thinking. She had not sucked him off for a long time. When he was on the point of orgasm, his hands in her hair, she stopped, pulling away from him and standing up. She reached for her wand, lying on the coffee table, and transfigured her lounge into a bed once more, Ron’s eyes widening in surprise as the furniture twisted and reshaped itself underneath him. Hermione smiled, conjuring a couple of pillows, which she lay down on top of one another. She bent over, giving Ron a view of her ass and her slit, which she knew was enticing to him. Laying herself down on the bed, the pillows under her hips, her ass angled in the air, Hermione smiled, waiting for him to come to her.

Within seconds, his hands were on her hips and he had thrust himself inside, ramming his hips against her ass. She gasped, her mouth flying open and her eyes widening as he filled every inch of her. Without her having to ask, Ron slipped his finger back inside her ass, Hermione moaning and writhing beneath him as he pumped both cock and finger into her body. She slid her hand down her body and played with her clit, feeling her orgasm beginning to build again.

“Oh Merlin,” Ron growled, increasing his pace until Hermione was sure he was nothing but a blur moving behind her. She clenched her teeth, burying her face into the bed as he fucked her furiously and with abandon. It was the best sex they had had in a long time, and she practically screamed as her orgasm hit her, heat flowing over her body in unrelenting waves. She felt Ron stiffen and heard him cry her name, before he collapsed onto her back, his sweat littering her skin, before he slowly pulled out of her, Hermione moaning at the loss of his cock. He collapsed onto the bed beside her.

Breathing heavily, Hermione rolled away from the pillows, pulling great gasps of air into her lungs. She looked at Ron and they giggled like children, both panting and sweating.

“Fuck, Hermione…I only came over to pester you about the Owls,” Ron muttered, rolling onto his side to look at her. “I didn’t intend…”

“I know,” she replied, running her finger over his chest. “I didn’t intend it either, but…”

An awkward moment dropped between them, filled with questions and buzzing with unsaid words. Repressing a sigh, Hermione rolled away, untangling Ron’s fingers from hers. She had not noticed he had grasped her hand. She could feel his eyes on her back as she slowly pulled her clothes back on, accioing them to her with her wand. She repeated the procedure with Ron’s clothes, wordlessly handing them over to him. For some reason, now it was over, she could not look at him. Standing, Hermione collected her cup from the coffee table and wandered on shaky legs back to the kitchen, where she tipped the now-cold contents down the sink. Ron joined her moments later, pulling his shirt over his head. He looked at her, his eyes troubled and his hair sticking up all in odd angles. He ran a long-fingered hand through it, messing it further, his lips twisted, caught between a smile and a grimace.

“Hermione…”

“No, it’s better this way, Ron. I’m sorry. I don’t think that should have happened. Really. It was great …” she began, but Ron laughed.

“Great? Hermione, we haven’t had sex like that in…a long time. I didn’t think you wanted…I didn’t think you were that attracted to me anymore,” Ron said, his voice and eyes dropping at the end. Hermione stood and stared at him, thinking furiously, chewing her lip. She had enjoyed herself, and while she did still love Ron, she thought that overall, he was right – they did need a break from their relationship. They both needed to do new things and explore other options in life. Hermione sighed, having come to a decision.

“Ron, you know that is not true,” she said softly, her voice low and husky. “But right now, I think you are right. We need a break. But, well, I have a proposition for you.”

Ron raised an eyebrow curiously, watching her closely, but he said nothing, just waited for her to go on. Hermione took a deep breath, never thinking she would be asking someone this.

“How would you feel about us having more of a casual relationship at the moment, sort of like…seeing each other only once a week, or every two weeks or something,” she continued quickly. Ron’s face folded into a frown.

“What do you mean?”

“Well,” Hermione began. “I mean, we could go on a date, or something, if you want. I do miss you and I do still care about you, and I don’t want to loose you totally, so I thought this would be a nice compromise. That way, we can still have our own lives and go out with other people at the same time.”

“Okay,” Ron said slowly. “Okay.”

Hermione sighed in relief. She was scared he would say no. “But I have another thing to add,” she said as an afterthought, and Ron nodded to show he was listening. “We have to promise not to fall in love with someone else. The ultimate aim of this is for us to have a break from one another and have fun, but to come back to each other in the end. Do you agree?”

Ron nodded, looking her in the eye, and Hermione sensed he was being truthful. She also knew she had been right all along – he did just want time to see other girls, and now that she had acquiesced to that, she was certain it would not be long until they were back together for real. Ron left her with a quick kiss on the lips, and a promise not to contact her until she contacted him. Hermione was grateful for that, and for him remembering she did not like to be pressured. He had left the ball in her court. Perhaps because it had been her idea, or perhaps because he was unsure how the whole thing was supposed to work. Hermione could not tell, but she was happy with the way the afternoon had panned out. Awesome sex followed by a very comfortable arrangement.

“Now,” she said as she set about making herself a fresh cup of tea. “I just have to get through the week. I have feeling Friday will be a long night, and it can’t come soon enough.”

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It seemed that Friday could not come soon enough for someone else as well. Tuesday afternoon found Hermione thrown against a wall, her knickers torn off and Blaise Zabini on his knees, his head buried between her legs, his tongue flicking over her clit as two of his fingers worked their way inside her until she came, loudly and passionately. After a whole day and a half of sizzling sexual tension between the pair, Hermione had given in to his seductive winks and his fiery glances, ones that sent her weak at the knees. During their Monday lunch meeting, with ten of their colleagues around, Blaise had managed to slip his foot into her lap from across the table, massaging her with his toes, the sensation driving Hermione wild. She had sat through meeting after meeting with Blaise all day Tuesday, until it had been too much. Locking her office door with a flick of his wand, the handsome Italian had grabbed her around the waist, lifting her off her feet and pushed her back against the wall, holding her with one hand while the other lifted her skirt, pulling her underwear from her body.

Now, Hermione moaned, her head falling back as Blaise continued to pump his fingers into her, forcing the orgasm to continue until she was trembling and almost ready to faint. He withdrew slowly, standing up, leaving her skirt hitched around her waist and her legs spread, her ass pressed against the wall. Hermione looked at him through dazed eyes, a smile playing on her lips, her cheeks flushed and her hair a wild tangle. Blaise smiled in return, taking her hand and guiding it to his erection, massive and hard inside his pants. Hermione almost came again, remembering how amazing it felt to have him buried inside her the other night, and quickly she unzipped him, sliding her hand inside and massaging him.

“Would it be considered cheating if I fucked you here?” Blaise whispered, his husky voice sending shivers down her spine.

“What do you mean?” Hermione replied, continuing her work. Blaise groaned, pushing his erection harder against her hand.

“I mean,” he panted as she increased her pace. “The arrangement for Friday was Draco’s. I don’t think he intended this to … oh my god, Hermione, stop that or I’m going to come.”

“Why should Draco care if you and I fuck before Friday? And anyways, I never did return his note. I haven’t agreed to anything with him,” Hermione whispered, stepping closer, slowly letting her hand slide away from Blaise’s cock. She reached out, pulling his pants and boxers down his hips, letting them slide to the ground around his feet. She grinned at the tall dark-haired man, dropping to her knees and quickly taking him in her mouth, her lips stretching almost uncomfortably to accommodate the size of him. Hermione licked and sucked, bringing Blaise to the point of orgasm before he pulled himself out her mouth, reaching down and grasping her around the arms, pulling her to her feet. He spun her around so swiftly Hermione felt dizzy, forcing her across the room. She bit her lip, suppressing a giggle of pleasure as his hands gripped her hips, her thighs touching the edge of the large desk in the centre of the room. Hermione bent over, allowing her stomach to touch the hard wooden surface, inching up onto the tips of her toes. Blaise moaned again as Hermione spread her legs wide, her ass angled in the air, holding her breath and waiting. When nothing happened, she turned and looked over her shoulder at Blaise.

“What the hell are you waiting for, Zabini?” she scolded, wiggling her butt a little bit. “Are you going to fuck me or not?”

Blaise growled, lifting her hips slightly off the desk so she was angled to match his height, and Hermione smiled as she felt the tip of his cock slide against her entrance. She closed her eyes, a deep moan escaping her throat as Blaise slowly pushed himself inside her, filling her completely. As he began to move, he held her off the desk with one hand, the other sliding beneath her body to massage her clit. Hermione lifted one of her legs high, resting her knee on the edge of the desk, opening herself wider for him as he increased his pace, moving until he was slamming into her with unrelenting force. Hermione bit her lip, knowing there would be bruises on her legs but not caring. She could fix that up later with her wand. Blaise’s fingers flicked over her clit, and she gasped, feeling an intense orgasm beginning to tear through her body. Heat surged through her veins, spreading out from the centre of her, her body trembling and shaking as she came almost violently, thrashing around on top of the table. Her cheek hit the desk, hard, bringing stars to her vision, and she blinked, clearing the dancing lights from her eyes immediately. Blaise’s orgasm hit him, and Hermione felt his cock twitch inside her as he came with a loud grunt.

They lay panting in tandem, Hermione flat on her stomach with her skirt around her waist, one knee balanced on the edge of the table, Blaise lying across her back, his pants around his ankles. The pain in Hermione’s cheek was maddening, and she was certain there would be a bruise there already. She wiggled a little, and with a tired groan, Blaise pulled away from her, standing up. He grasped her gently around the waist, helping her upright, and winced when he noticed her cheek.

“I’m okay,” Hermione said, her voice husky, her throat raw and scratchy. “I’ll fix it in a moment,” she added, pulling her skirt down her body. She had no idea what had happened to her knickers, and she didn’t care. Her knee throbbed as well and she watched as Blaise pulled his pants up, re-tucking his shirt. He reached for his wand, lying discarded on the floor where Hermione had thrown it at the beginning of their encounter.

“Allow me,” he said softly, touching the tip of his wand to her cheek, Hermione cringing as the healing spell washed over her. The pain was gone immediately and she smiled in appreciation. Blaise pointed the wand at her knee, fixing it up also. Dressed now, they stood and stared at one another, Hermione suddenly feeling shy, although she had no idea why. Blaise cleared his throat, pulling his hand through his hair, his blue eyes flashing.

“I better get going. I was supposed to be working on a report for International Magical Cooperation. You know how Thomas gets if things aren’t handed in on time.”

“Oh, okay,” Hermione replied, giving him a smile. “Will I see you tomorrow? Maybe we can have a coffee and I can help you with that report. It is the least I can do seen as though I’m the reason you have been held up.”

“I’m going to be out of town. I’m going on that conference to Paris, remember? I’ll be gone a week,” Blaise said regretfully, reaching up to touch her face. “But can we take a rain check?”

Hermione nodded, liking the feeling of his fingers on her skin. “Of course.”

Blaise gave her one last smile before he left. Hermione sat down, tired but satisfied. She flicked her wand, watching as her office rearranged itself, no signs that she had just been shagged remaining. Her knickers flew to her hand and she stuffed them in her handbag. It was almost time to go home. With a pang of remorse, Hermione realised that Blaise would not be at their Friday night party.

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