What a Witch Needs

Hi everyone! Thank you to all of you who are reading and reviewing this story! I can hardly believe the response I’m getting! It’s flattering and I truly thank you. I really don’t understand it at times. LOL I read a lot of the fictions on this site and many times I find myself thinking, “This person is a way better writer than I am.” Or I’m thinking, “I wish I could use words this smoothly.” Or I read someone else’s lemon scenes and I think, “That was so fucking hot! Why can’t I write like that?” It’s difficult for me to read lemon scenes that I’ve written, LOL, and I don’t know why. I know when writing them, it feels like going in slow motion, describing the action, when we all know that sex is rarely a slow motion act. So, I do rely on your feedback to tell me how I’m doing as I have a difficult time feeling the emotions when rereading what I’ve written. Strange, but true. But I have no problem getting into the moment when reading someone else’s fiction. LOL

Well, enough babbling. Here’s the next chapter. I hope you like…

This story was beta'd by gardengirlgarden and Narcissa Black. Thank you for everything!

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It’s Only Fair

Draco turned away from his lovers and glared out of the window, trying to calm himself as the sound of Pansy’s weeping continued to grate on him.

“Draco?” Hermione persisted. She glanced at Harry and saw him looking down at Pansy in distaste before she turned her own attention to the pitiful girl on the floor. Hermione’s feelings were a swirl of many things at that moment: curiosity, shock, anger and perhaps a tinge of pity. She wondered what Draco had done to the girl and that was foremost on her mind.

Pansy turned a tearful face up to Hermione. “Please…” she cried. She shifted herself onto her hands and knees and began crawling over the shattered crystal on the floor towards Hermione’s feet. Hermione backed away as Pansy kept crying and crawling towards her, blood staining the floor as the glass cut into her knees and palms. “Please…” Pansy wailed. “I’m so sorry…”

Hermione ran out of room to back away as her calves hit the sofa behind her and she fell back onto it. Draco left the window and stormed over to Pansy. Just as Pansy grabbed onto Hermione’s shoes he put his foot on Pansy’s hip and shoved at her saying, “Get away from her.”

Pansy held onto Hermione’s feet and sobbed, “Please listen to me… I’m sorry…”

Hermione looked at Pansy in shock. How could she stand the pain of the glass cutting into her? Hermione was in such a state that she did not know what to say or do. She just looked at Pansy with wide eyes.

Draco’s hand came down on the back of Pansy’s neck, squeezing her. He growled, “Get your bloody hands off of her!” He slammed Pansy’s head onto the floor.

“Draco!” Hermione yelled. “Stop!” She glanced at Harry for help but Harry was watching the scene calmly as if it was quite normal to see Draco roughing up a girl.

Draco reluctantly let Pansy go as the girl released Hermione’s feet and lay sobbing on the floor. When he saw the blood stains on Hermione’s shoes his anger flared again. He shoved at Pansy with his foot again and said, “Lick your blood off her shoes before it dries.”

Hermione stood quickly and stepped away. “Stop this! You need to calm down, Draco!” She put her hands on her hips and turned to Harry. “Harry! Help me out here.”

Harry looked at her and said, “Do you really want me to get upset about this? I’m afraid it will get worse for Pansy if I lose my temper.”

Hermione remembered how Harry was trying to learn control over his anger and even though she wanted his help, she knew that getting Harry emotionally involved in this could be dangerous. She puffed out a breath of frustration and turned to Draco. “Please, let’s just sit calmly and discuss this… this… situation,” she said, throwing out her hands. She flopped back down on the sofa and waited as Harry sat down next to her. Draco took a deep breath and ran a hand through his hair before he sat as well, his arms crossed in defiance.

Hermione scooted to the edge of the sofa and said, “Pansy, please… get up and sit. You’re hurt…”

Pansy moved and hissed in pain as she pulled up on the sofa opposite them. She kept her head down, not wanting to look at their expressions. She heard Hermione say, “Harry, can you do anything about the glass?”

Harry looked at Hermione and replied, “The real question is, do I want to do anything about the glass?”

“Harry!” Hermione said in surprise. How could the boys be so cruel?

“She’s the enemy, Hermione,” Draco added, still glaring hatefully at Pansy. “She tried to have you killed, remember? She’s the daughter of a Death Eater and a sister to a Death Eater. Those same people could be at the Granger household this moment, torturing the ones that raised you.”

“This is Hogwarts, not a battlefield!” Hermione replied. But Hermione was disturbed by the images painted in her mind. She began to worry about her adoptive parents. Perhaps it was time to move them somewhere safer, at least until the war ended. She had loads of money now, she could send them anywhere.

Her thoughts were interrupted by Pansy’s drained voice. When she looked at the tear swollen face of the girl across from her, she noticed that she was looking at Harry with a pleading expression.

“I want to switch sides,” Pansy managed to say weakly. She glared at Draco in anger and said, “That’s what I came here to say. I want to support Lord Potter.”

“Why?” Harry asked sharply, drawing her gaze back to him.

“Yes, why, Pansy?” Draco sneered. “Trying to kill a Dark Lord’s girlfriend isn’t exactly the proper way to show your support.”

Her face grew angry as she looked at Draco again and said, “That was personal. I was… jealous… back then. It had nothing to do with the war.” She swung her face towards Harry again and said, “I don’t want a future in which I have to be a servant of … You-Know-Who. I’ve seen how he treats his followers and I want no part of it.”

Draco rolled his eyes and said, “Oh come on! How do we know that you haven’t been told to spy for the other side?”

“Well, there is a way to find out,” Harry said. He stood and walked across to Pansy. Pansy swallowed and pushed herself into the back of the sofa even further as Harry bent down closer to her face. She gasped when a hand clamped down onto her chin and forced her face to look directly at his. Harry bent down towards her ear and whispered so that Hermione would not hear, “If you don’t let me into your mind, I’ll take the rest of that glass on the floor and shove it down your throat. I will not tolerate liars and spies, is that clear?”

Pansy opened her eyes wide in terror and nodded her understanding. She let Harry gaze into her eyes, and felt dizzy as a myriad of thoughts and memories flew around in her consciousness. When he finally let her chin go, she shut her eyes and slumped back on the sofa in relief that it was over.

Harry stood and looked at Hermione and Draco. “She’s telling the truth. She and Millicent have been discussing their plans to switch sides for weeks.”

“I still don’t want her around,” Draco said, stubbornly.

“Draco, we shouldn’t turn people away,” Hermione said. “Who knows what help they could be to us in the future?”

They both looked up to Harry as he stood thinking things over. Harry turned towards Pansy after awhile and said, “I don’t forgive you for what you did to Hermione. If you truly want to be on my side, you’ll have to start at the bottom. You’ll have to earn our trust and respect. It won’t be easy.”

Pansy nodded, “I understand. Thank you, my Lord.”

“There’s also a matter of her earning trust and respect from your other followers, Harry,” Draco added. “She’ll have to endure a lot of punishment for them to forgive her.” Draco glanced at her maliciously, thinking that she’d back down after hearing this. She knew the type of ‘punishments’ the women of dark wizarding families received. The men didn’t like the soft backs of their women scarred with whip marks, so the punishments for women were of a different nature.

“Harry… the glass,” Hermione reminded.

Harry looked at Pansy and said, “Put out your hands.” Pansy did as she was told and Harry held his hands above her palms, concentrating on the shards of glass imbedded within them. Pansy grimaced in pain as her wounds bled afresh and the glass worked its way out of her skin. The small red shards hovered between her hands and Harry’s until he blew them aside. Then he did the same with her knees.

He walked back to the sofa and sat down next to Hermione. “That is the last kindness you’ll receive from me until you’ve proven yourself worthy,” Harry said. “Presently, all my other followers are above you in status. You do what they tell you, unless I say different. Do you understand?”

“Yes, my Lord,” Pansy said. “I’m ready to prove myself to you.”

Draco grinned maliciously at her and said, “Very well, Pansy. You can start ‘proving’ yourself. For starters, go back to Slytherin and give blow jobs to any of Harry’s supporters that want one.”

Hermione looked at Draco in shock but she also noticed that Pansy had accepted this as if she knew it was going to be demanded of her. “Uh… Draco,” Hermione began.

Draco looked at Hermione and said, “Getting treated like a whore is part of her punishment. Guys get physically punished, girls get sexually punished. That’s just the way of it.”

Pansy stood up with her head bowed and went before Harry. “Thank you, my Lord. I will do everything you and your followers ask.” She turned and left to do as Draco said.

Hermione looked at Draco once Pansy left the room and asked, “Is she really going to suck all those people off?”

“Yes, if they want her to,” Draco smirked. When Hermione continued to stare at him incredulously, he said, “Don’t worry, love, it’s a good deal for her too. She may be a lowly whore for now, but she’ll have the benefit of being protected from Voldemort and his followers. She’ll earn her right to refuse the sexual demands of others if she remains loyal to Harry. If she stayed on Voldemort’s side, the others would have abused her brutally if the opportunity presented itself. Now they can still have her, but they can’t rough her up or leave marks. And they must protect her from enemies as well. It was a smart move for her to make.”

“I never realized such things went on with Dark Wizards,” Hermione replied. “Do things have to be that way?”

“One always has the option of turning into a ‘light’ wizard, love,” Draco said, turning his body towards her and running a fingertip down her arm. “But I think you’ll find that the benefits of being a Dark Wizard outweigh any unpleasant consequences in the long run.”

“How so?” she wondered.

“The people inclined to follow the dark ways generally enjoy the increased amounts of power that come along with it. When you follow the light path, you’re only using half of your abilities by choosing to ignore the dark side of your nature. Therefore, you’re only half a wizard,” Draco explained.

“Well, it doesn’t seem to be a problem for Dumbledore,” Hermione pointed out. “He’s powerful and he’s a Light Wizard.”

“Is he?” Harry interrupted.

Draco and Hermione looked at him.

“What do you mean by that?” Hermione asked.

Harry gave a small laugh, “Nothing, I suppose. I just have a feeling that Dumbledore is a lot more than he pretends to be. What that means, I’m not sure yet.”

Draco stretched his arms up and behind his head. “Well, I, for one, do not want to talk about Dumbledore.” His arm fell behind Hermione’s back and he pulled her towards him. “What I want to discuss is you staying in your room and getting us worried. What’s been going on in that beautiful head of yours?”

“I was tired, I suppose,” Hermione replied, “and a bit depressed at having to come back to school when I really wanted to stay at Marlston.”

“Well, did you see the notices?” Draco asked.

“No, what notices?” Hermione said.

“Apparition lessons are to start next month,” he smiled. “Once we have that down, we can apparate to Marlston with the key whenever we want.”

“But we have to wait until we’re seventeen,” Hermione frowned.

“Fuck that,” Harry said. “Those rules are for everyone else, not us.”

“Harry, we’re not above the laws of the wizarding world,” Hermione said in surprise.

Harry bent close to her and swiped at her neck with his tongue. “We are if we want to be,” he said, slipping a hand around her waist and kissing her soft skin.

Draco smirked and began kissing her neck from the other side. “Harry’s right,” he said. “Those are laws for Light Wizards. Harry can make laws for the Dark Wizards.”

Hermione was a bit disturbed at their growing arrogance. Above the law? What were they thinking? She wiggled free of their embraces and stood up, facing them. “You two need a reality check!” she exclaimed. “Laws are there for a reason.”

“Yeah,” Harry said, casually, “for everyone that doesn’t mind being controlled by a bunch of hypocrites who think they know what’s best for everyone.”

“I can’t believe what I’m hearing from you, Harry,” Hermione said. “I think your ego has grown far too big lately.” She turned to leave the room and was surprised when the handle of the door wouldn’t turn. She sighed and turned back to face Harry. “Let me out, Harry.”

“No,” he said. “I don’t want you to leave upset.”

“I’m not upset,” she said. “I’m just… confused. You’ve been changing so much lately, I feel like I don’t know you sometimes.”

“I can’t deny who I am anymore, Hermione,” Harry said. “I’m still me, deep inside, but on the outside I have to be the Dark Lord. I can’t command the Dark Wizards being Mr. Nice Guy. They’d laugh in my face.”

Hermione crossed her arms and looked at the ground, pouting. Harry stood and walked over to her, taking her in his arms and pulling her against his chest. He kissed the top of her head and said, “When the war is over, we’ll have our chance to change the rules of the Dark Wizards. But for now, we need to enter their world for them to accept us. Later, when they see me as their leader, I can take them in new directions. Can you be patient until then?”

Hermione glanced up at his face and nodded. “I’ll try, Harry. I guess this is all new to me as well.”

Draco cleared his throat from the sofa and they turned in his direction. “Love, I’ve been too long without your body,” he smiled. “It’s making me cranky. Poor Pansy had to pay the price of my deprived state.”

Hermione laughed and said, “Oh really? Harry told me that you two slept together last night. You couldn’t be that deprived.”

“I’ve been deprived of your body,” he explained as he stood and walked up to them. He wrapped his arms around her from behind and she sighed in contentment, leaning her head back against his chest. “Besides,” he whispered in her ear. “Harry doesn’t have these.” His hand moved up to cover one of her breasts. “And he doesn’t have this.” His other hand moved down between her legs making her bite her bottom lip with a moan.

Harry backed away from them and sat back down on the sofa. He never grew tired of watching them together. Draco’s face was now bent over hers, their lips desperately devouring each other’s. Harry watched Hermione’s hips rotating and pressing into Draco’s hand as he stroked her heat through her clothing. “Take off her clothes, Draco,” Harry said from the sofa, his eyes dark with lust.

Draco groaned into her mouth before he broke the kiss and asked, “Love, will you let us take control for now?”

Hermione felt her body responding to the request, her fluid drenching her knickers instantly. She never thought of herself as a submissive person but she had to admit that when Harry and Draco asked it of her, it always ended up being extremely pleasurable for her. She nodded her head in response, already too turned on for words. Draco smiled and kissed her again while he unbuttoned her jeans and slid them down her hips.

He continued to undress her until she was completely nude and then Harry said, “Come here, Draco.”

Draco left Hermione standing there in front of the fire while he walked over to Harry. “Yeah?” Draco smiled sexily. Harry grabbed his wrist and pulled him down towards him, wrapping his other hand in Draco’s hair and pulling his lips in for a demanding kiss. Then Harry broke the kiss and whispered something in Draco’s ear that made the blonde boy grin. He sat down next to Harry and they both looked at Hermione standing naked before them.

Hermione swallowed in excitement. It turned her on to be standing nude before them while they watched with appreciative eyes. She smiled seductively at them and lifted her hands to her stomach, thinking that they wanted to watch her touch herself.

“Hands down,” Harry ordered. “We’ll be the ones to give you pleasure.”

“Lie down, love, and let us have a good view of your delicious pussy,” Draco said.

Hermione got down on the fur carpet in front of the fire. Lying on her back, she spread her legs apart with her knees bent, so that her glistening core lay visible to them.

“Mmmmm… yes,” Draco said, huskily.

She waited for what seemed like forever until she finally raised her head and looked at them. She had thought they were looking at her but Harry and Draco were snogging madly on the sofa. Not that she minded watching them kiss. It was always a huge turn on for her. Her hand found its way between her legs and her fingers strummed through her wet folds as she watched them grab at each other and kiss deeply.

Harry broke the kiss with a gasp and looked at her. “Stop!” he said. “No touching yourself.”

Hermione removed her hand and sighed. “I need something, Harry,” she begged. “Please…”

“You’ll get… something,” he said smugly.

She heard him whispering to Draco before they both started muttering at the same time. Hermione looked at them once more and saw their eyes closed and their lips moving as they recited the words to a spell. Then she gasped when she felt tingling and warmth on her inner thighs. The tattoos! She propped her elbows up behind her so she could watch and she opened her legs further apart.

Hermione looked mesmerized as the serpent tattoos began to wiggle and move. She held her breath in anticipation when they moved up her inner thighs and she wondered if she would feel anything at all when they reached their destination. They were quite small after all.

She let out a yelp when she felt two invisible cocks, one positioned at her vaginal canal and the other at her anus, pressing for entrance. Her fingers grabbed the top of her thighs as she moaned, “Oh Gods, Harry, Draco, oh, oh… ah.” The cocks slipped inside her at the same time and she groaned loudly. She didn’t even notice that Harry and Draco had stopped the chanting and now sat watching as she was fucked by the two invisible cocks. Her hips moved off the ground as her head thrashed from side to side and her body glistened in the firelight.

“You like that, love?” Draco asked.

“Mmmm… yes!” she moaned, panting heavily. “Oh Gods! This is incredible… oh… oh…”

Harry and Draco could see her wet, dripping pussy spread before them, more fluids leaking out as the invisible forces fucked her more and more. Draco turned to Harry and said, “I’m feeling a bit left out.”

“Me too,” said Harry. “If we join in, it would be like having a fivesome for her.”

Draco smiled and said, “Let’s do it. I can’t stand not having any of that for myself.”

Draco got onto the floor and crawled between her legs and Harry followed next to him. They watched her enticing pussy lifting off the ground in front of them and they breathed in her special scent, making their own arousals painfully evident. “That’s why I could never be completely gay, Harry,” Draco growled. “I love pussy too much.”

Harry nodded and said, “Yeah, me too.” He flopped down on his stomach and added his tongue to the invisible cock at her hole, lapping at the juices dripping and squishing out. “Mmmm… fuck,” Harry groaned. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

“What?” Draco asked.

“When I lick her here, I can feel my tongue on my real cock too. It’s like blowing myself,” Harry laughed.

Draco smiled, “Oh yeah? I’ve got to try.” He looked at Hermione’s thrashing face and asked, “Love, turn to your side.”

They helped Hermione roll to her side and Draco got behind her with his mouth at her rear entry. Hermione was shaking with the incredible feeling of being filled by both cocks; she couldn’t even form any words. Harry slung her upper leg over his back and they both lowered their faces to her pleasure zones.

Harry licked and sucked at her pussy and Draco lick and sucked at her anus and both boys moaned loudly when they felt everything they were doing on their own cocks.

“Gods!” Draco gasped. “This is bloody fantastic.” They buried their faces back into Hermione’s lower regions, setting the already frantic Hermione off on a series of multiple orgasms. She screamed and grabbed at Harry’s hair in front of her as her body convulsed over and over. She rode their faces and the boys kept at her, trying to give themselves their own orgasms in this way. Harry groaned as he felt his cock burst in his trousers and he lay back panting and watching Draco.

“Need some help?” he asked Draco.

Draco nodded, his face flushed with pleasure as he continued to tongue Hermione’s ass. Harry joined him and now it felt as if there were two mouths on Draco’s cock. It didn’t take long for the blonde boy to climax at the sensation and he fell back on the rug as Harry kissed him on the mouth. They were all out of breath and Hermione rolled onto her back again, drenched in sweat and totally spent.

“I can’t move anymore,” she mumbled. She’d never had so many orgasms so close together before and she now felt completely sated and exhausted.

“I can’t believe I just sucked myself off,” Harry laughed.

“You sucked us all off,” Draco said. He crawled up to Hermione’s side and Harry joined them on her other side. “You are so fucking sexy,” Draco said to her. “I think we should just keep you naked all the time.”

Hermione let out a soft laugh and said, “Oh, I’m sure no one would notice one naked witch walking around the school.”

“Oh no,” Draco said. “I don’t mean that. No one gets to see you but us. Maybe when we all live at Marlston, we’ll keep you naked.”

“Maybe I’ll keep the two of you naked,” she grinned. “And you can bet I’ll be looking through that sex magic book for a spell that I can use on the two of you, perhaps one where you can have the feel of my pussy on your cock whenever I mutter a spell.”

Draco rolled his eyes up as if he had just died. “Oh Gods!” he moaned. “I’d die from too much pleasure if you did that. I’d get nothing done all day and my cock might fall off from being milked dry all the time.”

Hermione giggled and said, “Well, I have to find something for you two. It’s only fair.”

OOOOOOOO

A/N Well, my dears, there it is. We finally got to see the tattoos at work! LOL But… it won’t be the last time. And, perhaps, the next time may be in a more public place. Poor Hermione – at the mercy of two strong wizards. Oh *sigh*

Hope you enjoyed that chapter. Please let me know. Thanks!