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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Electricity, eye to eye

Hey don't I know you

I can't speak

Stripped my senses

On the spot

I've never been defenseless

I can't even make sense of this

You speak and I don't hear a word

What would happen if we kissed

Would your tongue slip past my lips

Would you run away, would you stay

Or would I melt into you

Mouth to mouth, lust to lust

Spontaneously combust



What would happen if we kiss - Meredith Brooks



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Draco met Harry in the hall, silver eyes locked with green and Harry tensed.



“What’s happened?” he asked.



Draco smirked, “Potential break through Lord Potter. You might want to hurry and shower and change into something less…covering. Meeting Hermione in the study to answer questions about our relationship.”



“Who?”



“We are genius. She told me she is afraid.”



“What? Of us?”



“Not just us and not like that. This is fairly new to her. But I would recommend against ever mentioning that we shared Pansy a few times. I think that would lose us points.”



Harry reached into his pocket and handed Draco the book, “Found this. In her office. Curiosity killed the cat right?”



Draco smiled widely, “Curiosity bedded the Granger.”

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Hermione poured herself a nice glass of wine while she waited. She considered pulling down a book from the shelves but knew better.



Once her nose was in one, she’d barely come up for air.



Where were they anyway?



~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Harry and Draco walked in a moment later, large pillows under their arms, smiles in place.



They tossed the pillows to the floor before the fire, sinking down to lounge like sultans before the fire. Bottles of wine appearing before them.



“What is this?” Hermione asked rising to her feet. Her copper eyes taking in the decadent spread before her.



“A game” Harry replied, holding his hand out to her.



“Called question and answer” Draco added.



She shook her head, “You two are as bad as Fred and George when you get an idea” she lightly scolded.



Draco laughed and Harry shook his head, “Worse love. Much worse. Come here now.”



She took Harry’s hand eeped when he pulled her down across his lap. Her feet promptly pulled into Draco’s lap.



They handed her back her wine and settled in for a long thorough discussion.



Hours passed in pleasant talks. She asked, they answered. Sometimes they were bluntly honest but she found that she appreciated that. Her shot nerves from the day were nicely humming from the wine and the fire.



Draco was massaging her feet and Harry was making her laugh. She had told them about Ron’s owls and visits. Making Draco frown.



Harry added in the nutcracker charm and they all burst into laughter. They didn’t even tease her about the book she’d been reading. Much.



Although Snape’s snarky comment made them all laugh again.



It felt so nice. So complete.



“What ever did you see in that old bat?” Harry finally asked.



Draco knew. He wondered if she would be bold enough to say.



“He was a very skilled lover” she said bluntly, “Very dominant, aggressive”.



Harry’s eyes bugged for a moment.



“And he was meticulous” she added, “Not just about his lab, or stores. But in everything. Even sex.”



Harry felt himself growing hard, “And you liked all of that?”



Draco smiled, sliding his fingers between her toes. She flinched for a moment before his hand soothed over her sole. “She has learned that a little pain is good.” he said.



She eyed him speculatively, “Not too much”.



“No” he agreed, “If you don’t enjoy it, it’s not fun.”



Harry laughed, “Can’t you have pain-free sex Malfoy?” he teased.



Draco smirked, “Oh yes.”



Hermione felt the change in the air tangibly. Everything became electrically charged. The fine hairs on her arms and neck lifting slightly in response. It suddenly dawned on her that she was resting with two of the most powerful wizards in the world.



It should have made her feel a little uneasy. But it didn’t. She knew that if they kissed her, she would crumble.



When her hair lifted itself away from her neck and remained in place atop her head, she turned her head to glance at Harry. Only to find him a breath away. His fingertips trailed down her throat, and his mouth moved softly against hers.



She put her arms around his neck and leaned in closer. She felt Draco shift but didn’t see him. She felt him. His mouth mouth moving over her shoulder, pulling silk from his path so that he could nibble and lick and lap at her.



She gasped at the sensation, the mental image from weeks ago flaring to life behind her eyelids. When Harry worried the other side of her neck with his teeth, she moaned softly.



They settled her against the pillows, leaving her stare up at them in a mix of wonder and confusion. Then they crawled toward her prone form. “Guys!” she stammered. But Draco was already there, his mouth like hot satin against her.



“Nothing you don’t want” he whispered, before he vanished her robe, but conjured a coverlet of silky soft fur.



They kept her between them. Whispering erotic things into her ears. Hands caressing over every inch of flesh until her body was so sensitive she thought she might come from just this. Light teasing kisses followed, until she growled with frustration, fisting her hand in golden hair and holding his head still so she could plunder his mouth.



Draco rumbled against her before taking control once more. Harry was massaging her breasts now, with firmer hands. She felt one mouth attach and then cried out as the second did the same.



Two mouths, two kisses. So different. To lovers.



Her eyes took in the dark and light heads crowded on her chest and whimpered.



Hands slid down her thighs, teasing the flesh before sliding higher again. One hand ghosting over her dripping sex, the other across her quivering stomach. Again and again, until the pleasure blended into seamless fluidity.



She felt elegant hands dip into her center and arched against them. They backed away until she mewed with want.



Over and over, hands and mouths moved over her, bringing her wave after wave of pleasure but never allowing her completion.



“Please Harry! Please Draco!”



They murmured soothingly to her, but Hermione didn’t want to be soothed. She wanted to be satisfied.



They seemed to sense it, because suddenly she was pushed to her knees, Harry positioned himself beneath her. His breath wafting over her wet folds. Draco knelt behind her.



She was sure she was ready for this. But when she opened her mouth to say so, they attacked.



Harry’s hands grasped her hips and drew her core down to his mouth. His tongue lips and teeth wreaking havoc on her senses.



Above her she felt Draco’s lips blossom against her spine. His tongue tracing each delicate vertebrae. Oh how she loved the way it felt when he did that. His hands massaged her cheeks and then dipped between.



She was unprepared for the wet flick against her puckered entrance. Or the swirl that followed. She jerked.



That was nasty. Dirty.



Heavenly.



Draco teased the edges, prodding closer and closer to the tiny hole that he would one day conquer. He felt her tense and held her steady but when a breathy little sound escaped her lips he smirked against her flesh.



Harry pressed his tongue deep inside of her, then flicked it back and forth, before slipping it upwards to circle her pearl. Her head fell back and then forward. Her mouth open in a small, perfect O.



When she pushed back ever so slightly to him, Draco pressed his tongue hard against her, pulling her cheeks further apart to allow his pink spear of a tongue entrance.



Hermione wailed when he lightly breached that tight ring of muscles. The sensation making her head spin. “Oh Draco..” she panted. Harry nipped her inner thigh and she plunged one hand into his dark hair.



He lifted one hand to her face, and she sucked his fingers into her mouth, sucking them hard. He groaned against her.



Harry felt then saw Draco’s hand slide down and he moved his tongue higher so that Draco could slide two fingers into her pulsing heat. Harry’s own fingers pulled from her mouth and followed the curve of her bottom to the wet pucker.



Draco nipped her left cheek sharply as Harry’s wet finger circled the freckle and then slowly pressed inside.



Hermione felt the spring wind tight, knew she was done for.



When she felt the slow steady penetration of her bottom, she came hard. Clamping down on both sets of digits and groaning hoarsely. Their names falling from her lips like sex dipped jewels. Her thighs dripped honey.



Her body shook and Draco held her up just long enough for Harry to get higher and then he let her fall. Harry caught her against his chest, cushioning her fall with his arms. Draco curled behind her as Harry rolled to his side.



She panted and shook for long minutes. Her lovers smoothing her hair. Pressing kisses to her face and shoulders.



“How do you feel?” Harry asked.



“Wonderful” she purred back, then struggled to sit up.



“What’s the matter?” Draco asked her as she looked guiltily at them, “didn’t you like it?”



She blushed “Gods yes I liked it, it’s just that the both of you…well… you didn’t get anything from it.”



They shared a smile before turning back to her. “We did” they said together.



She shook her head, “That was…I dunno…the most intense orgasm I think I have ever had. Neither of you got off. It isn’t right. I want to…well..make you feel good too.”



Draco suddenly had an idea. He winked at Harry over her shoulder. “Do you?”



“Of course! I’m just not sure I am ready for both of you at once.”



Draco smirked, “On your knees Mione. Yes, that pose. Nice.”



Once her ass was in the air he smoothed the skin of the cheek. “We don’t have to take your arse every time it’s the both of us.” he told her, “Surely your book told you that?”



She nodded.



He grasped her hips. “Harry?”



Harry sprawled out below her, his back resting against the pillows, his thick erection dancing just below her chin.



“Mione likes dominance” Draco purred, nipping her shoulder.



Harry looked at her seeing her eyes darken with lust, “Pleasure me Hermione” he ordered.



She bowed her head and lapped at the plum shaped head, circling the tip with her tongue.



As she took him into her mouth, Draco pushed inside of her from behind. Her walls rippled along his length and he groaned softly. “Like heaven”.



Harry closed his eyes as Hermione began to move. With every thrust of Draco she swallowed him with every withdrawal she sucked him as he slid from her mouth. He fisted his hand in her hair, his hips lifting slightly to meet her mouth.



“Aghh Mione!” he growled as he felt the ache blossom in his lower back. Release was coming soon.



Draco moved in slow, hard thrusts against her, his fingers dipping beneath her stomach to tease her pearl. Harry was thumbing her nipples now.



“Come with us Mione!” Draco called out. His voice tense and low.



She felt Harry explode into her mouth and she nearly choked on the amount. She swallowed him down and then threw her head back to cry her release as Draco bit into her shoulder and he found his own end.



She had barely finished her cry of release when Harry’s mouth was on her. Tasting her, tasting himself. His kiss passionate, loving.



Draco swiftly cleaned them up, noting the tired but sated expressions. Then they snuggled down beneath the fur blanket. Hermione’s head on Harry’s shoulder, Draco pressed against her back.



Her last thought before darkness took her was that she could get used to them.



She felt warm, safe, loved. It was liberating.