What a Witch Needs

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First Time for Everything

Draco went to a small table next to his pile of cushions and poured a goblet of sweet wine from a jeweled decanter. The Room of Requirement had provided him with all that a sultan would need to entertain his harem. He looked over at Hermione who was watching him with adoration and said, “Would you care for some wine, my dear?”

“Let her go, Draco,” Harry pleaded from his place on the wall. “You can torture me if you want, just let her go.”

Draco turned and handed Hermione a goblet of wine where she sat on a cushion. He laughed briefly at Harry’s words. “You know, Potter, I was just about to release her from the spell when you came bursting in. But you ruined it all. Now… anything that happens to her will be entirely your fault.”

“You’re going to get tossed out of Hogwarts, you know. Maybe they’ll even put you in Azkaban for rape,” Harry stated, vehemently.

Draco sat down next to Hermione and put his arm around her while they sipped wine, enjoying the growing anger on Harry’s face. “No, I don’t think so, Potter. And do you want to know why?”

Harry didn’t say anything. He was seething with the frustration of not being able to move and being at Malfoy’s mercy. He struggled and tried to lift one of his limbs from the wall but he was stuck completely. He could only move his facial muscles.

“I’ll tell you why, Potter,” Draco continued. “You both are going to be willing participants. And when I get through with you two tonight, neither one of you will want to admit to the things you’ve done here. In fact, you just might enjoy it so much, you’ll want to do it again. It will be our dirty little secret, won’t it, my pet?” Draco said, bringing his fingers under Hermione’s chin and lifting her mouth towards his for a heated kiss.

Harry struggled while he watched Draco taking advantage of Hermione. It was confusing to hear Hermione moaning against Draco’s mouth and putting a hand on his chest, stroking him. This was wrong. This was so wrong! Harry should be the one kissing her, not Malfoy!

Draco purposefully stuck his tongue out and along Hermione’s cheek on the side of her face most visible to Harry. He continued licking and kissing down her neck to the swell of her bosom. As he was gliding over her delectable twin mounds, tasting her, he heard Harry say, “Damn you, Malfoy! I’m going to fucking kill you.”

He lifted his head and looked at Harry with a smirk. “What’s the matter, Potter? Are you jealous? Haven’t you and Weaselby ever had a go with her?”

“Hermione’s our friend! We don’t treat girls like you do, Malfoy,” Harry snapped.

Draco reclined back on his cushions, pulling Hermione down with him. Hermione now rested her head on his chest as he held her. “How boring, Potter. Look at all this luscious ripeness.” Draco’s hand traveled down to her cute little rear and stayed there, gripping it. “She’s ready, you know, more than ready. Why do you think she chose this costume to wear tonight?” He noticed Harry’s look of surprise and doubt. “Yes, Potter, that’s right, she chose it of her own free will. I had the spell put on afterwards. She’s ready for a good shagging.” He playfully slapped her arse and made Hermione squeal. “You want it, don’t you, Hermione, you want someone to fuck you?”

“Yes, Master, I do,” Hermione purred, snuggling tighter against his chest.

“That’s the spell talking, Malfoy,” Harry snapped. “She’ll agree with anything you ask!”

“Well, perhaps you’re right,” Malfoy smiled at Hermione. “But, Potter, if you’ve been doing your homework, you’d know that slave spells will generally work as a truth serum as well. Slaves will tell you the truth, if you command it of them. But I suppose your kind do not believe in casting slave spells. Pity really. You have no idea how much fun you’ve been missing out on.”

“I know Hermione. She despises you!” Harry spat.

“Well, let’s just find out how she feels,” Draco grinned, wickedly. He lifted Hermione back to a sitting position and looked at her. “Hermione, I want you to answer all my questions with the truth,” he commanded.

“Yes, Master,” Hermione purred.

“Do you desire me?” Draco asked.

“Yes, Master,” Hermione answered.

Draco sneered knowingly at Harry. “What did I tell you, Potter?” Then he looked at Hermione again. “Have you always desired me?” Draco asked.

“No, Master,” Hermione stated. Draco’s face fell slightly.

“Because she’s only desired you since she put that costume on!” Harry snapped.

“When have you desired me?” Draco now asked.

“Yesterday and today,” she answered, truthfully.

“Yesterday? Oh, really?” Draco smiled, triumphantly, and glanced at Harry. “Well, Potter, you can’t say she was under a spell yesterday.”

“I still don’t believe any of it,” Harry growled. “She’s always hated you, Malfoy.”

Draco lifted his hand to stroke her hair. “What made you desire me yesterday? Hmmm?”

“When I bumped into you and I felt your body against mine,” Hermione giggled. “I loved how your body felt. It made me wet, Master.”

Both Harry and Draco stared at Hermione in silence for a few moments. Harry shocked at hearing Hermione speak so openly about such things and Draco realizing how extremely turned on he was becoming.

Draco felt himself hardening at her revelation. So the little witch liked knocking bodies with him too, did she? He remembered having a similar reaction himself. “Is that it?” Draco managed to say.

“No, Master,” Hermione grinned. “I went to my room and I locked the door. Then I lay on my bed, put my hand down my knickers and touched myself. I pretended it was you touching me here.” Hermione slid her fingers down her hip and across her belly until she reached her silk covered core. Draco’s breath rushed out. Damn! She was so ripe for a good fucking.

He glanced at Harry and could see the disbelief still on his face, but there was something else there as well. Harry’s eyes were riveted on Hermione’s hand as her fingers stroked her most intimate area. Draco moved his eyes downwards and saw the bulge growing between Harry’s legs.

So Potter was getting off from all this too, Draco pondered. That’s good. Let him suffer. “Anything else, my sweet?” Draco barely managed to ask through his lust.

“Yes…” she said, growing more and more excited touching herself, “I wanted you to put your fingers in me the way I saw you do it to Pansy last night.” Hermione sighed, dreamily.

“So it was you spying on me?” Draco asked. “I thought so. But I heard more footsteps. Who was with you?”

“Harry,” she moaned. Now she lowered herself back onto the pillows, moving her hand in a steady rhythm while the two boys watched mesmerized. Draco couldn’t contain himself anymore. She had said that she wanted him, didn’t she? If that wasn’t a green light, then what was?

He rolled to his side next to her and placed his hand on her thigh. She immediately removed her hand from her clit and grabbed Malfoy’s wrist, pulling his hand up to the spot she had just left.

Harry could only watch in stunned amazement as Malfoy began moving his fingers over Hermione’s pussy while she lifted her hips up towards his hand and moaned in delight. “Yes, Master, touch me,” she breathed out. Her legs fell open wider as Draco moved his expert digits around and over her nubbin of pleasure.

Draco was rock-hard with lust, moving his groin against her hipbone and grinding himself against her while he toyed with the slick wet silk. Fuck! Granger was proving more and more sexy by the moment and he wasn’t sure how much more restraint he could show her. He was aware that Potter was watching and it made the whole thing even more erotic.

Draco’s chest was heaving and he couldn’t understand why having Harry there turned him on so fucking much. He wasn’t attracted to Potter. He fucking hated him. So why did he find himself pulling away the veils lying on her legs to expose the bikini bottom of her costume? Her legs were spread and it gave Harry a good view of the soaking wet crotch of her costume where Malfoy was touching her.

Harry was breathing hard and his nerves were reeling with excitement. This was wrong. He shouldn’t be enjoying this. He shouldn’t! Fucking Malfoy was touching Hermione! But he no longer felt like he could speak without revealing his lust.

“Nice, isn’t it, Potter?” Draco said, lust hooding his eyes. “Even better on the inside,” he rasped, slipping a finger into the edge of the crotch of her costume. Hermione wiggled and moaned in pleasure while Draco moved his finger towards her opening and pulled some of her creamy moisture up towards the pleasure hub of her clit. He circled his finger around it and watched her face as she began sucking on her lower lip and throwing her head from side to side. Her hands slid up to her breasts and began massaging and pinching at her nipples.

Draco went back down to her hot passage and wiggled his finger down into the opening. He slid it in deeper while he moved more material away with his thumb, using it to continue his assault on her clit. “Yes… you’re very tight, love,” he breathed at her. “You’re a virgin, right?” he asked. He was sure that she was, but one never knew.

“Yes!” Hermione cried, approaching orgasm.

“Do you want to be a virgin anymore?” he asked, needing permission for what he wanted to do next.

“Nooooooooooo!” she screamed, her body exploding with intense pleasure. Draco could feel her hot, tight passage convulse and squirt juice all over his finger as he stayed with her rhythm until she lay there panting on the pillow in languor.

“Mmmmm… yeah… that was nice,” he praised, scooping out her cream with two fingers and putting it into his own mouth. “Mmmm…” Draco moaned, sucking Hermione’s cream off his fingers while looking at Harry. Potter was a wreck and Draco loved seeing him this way.

“This is really very good, Potter. You should try some. Would you like to taste her?” Draco teased. Harry was speechless at what he saw, so Draco continued talking. “Wait, let me ask her. Hermione, love, would you like Potter to make you cum?”

Hermione pushed up on her elbows, face flushed beautifully from her climax. She looked at Harry and noticed his big bulge in his trousers. “Yes, Master, I want Harry too,” she grinned.

“No!” Harry exclaimed, surprised. “I won’t make her do things under a spell like this, Malfoy!” Gods, he hoped that he meant those words because his body definitely was saying the opposite. Never had he witnessed anything that hot, not even in his dreams of Hermione, which had been plentiful at late.

“You heard her, Potter. She doesn’t want to be a virgin anymore. She’s ready for it,” Draco reminded him.

“She is only saying that because she’s trying to please her ‘Master’! It’s the spell speaking!” Harry retorted.

Draco looked at Hermione again. “Hermione, when did you decide that you didn’t want to be a virgin anymore?”

“I’ve been thinking about it for many months now, Master. My body needs things,” she replied.

Draco moved his hand up her leg, “Yes, it does.” He looked again at Harry. “So, Potter, she wants it. She wants me. She wants you. So, I ask you, what’s your problem?”

“How about taking that spell off her and finding out what she really wants?” Harry seethed through clenched teeth.

Malfoy laughed shortly. “All right, Potter. I’m up for that challenge. And I’m willing to bet that she will still want all those things when she’s herself again. I didn’t lie about that, Potter. Slaves do tell the truth when commanded to.”

Harry was amazed that Malfoy was actually going to release Hermione from the spell. He had been certain Malfoy would go all the way with this. He watched as the crafty wizard pulled out his wand and pointed it at Hermione, muttering a countercharm.

They both watched as Hermione sat there looking confused for a moment, her brown eyes opened wide. She remembered everything they had done so far, but the compulsion to adore and serve Draco was now gone. She blinked her eyes and raised a hand to her forehead, feeling a tingle of energy leaving her body.

“Hermione, are you all right?” Harry asked from the wall. She looked at him briefly, and then swung her face towards Draco. Her mind was replaying all that had happened: her dancing for him, kissing him, touching him, wanting him. She also remembered how he had just pleasured her with his hand in the way she had always fantasized about. Her body still felt the after effects of the orgasm that Draco had given her.

All the things she had admitted to him came into her mind. Oh God! Harry and Draco both know these things! They must consider her the worst of skanks! She cupped her face with her hands and sat still for many moments, not wanting them to witness her shame.

“Well, Granger, what will it be?” Draco said, breaking the silence. “Are you going to run back to your room, your hand as your only release, wondering if any of the blokes in Gryffindor know what to do with their cocks? Or are you going to stay here and let me satisfy that itch you’ve been having? I think you know I’m very capable.”

Hermione lowered her hands and stared at Draco, his expression one of challenge. Then for one moment that quickly passed, Hermione caught something else in his eyes: vulnerability. Draco feared that she would reject him! In an instant the expression was gone, replaced by his usual haughty air. But that moment touched her, affected her in some deep way.

She knew it wasn’t right, she knew it. It was Malfoy, after all! Her heart pounded and her hands shook. She realized that her body desperately wanted more of what he had given her so far. For the first time in her life she had felt sexy and desired. She wasn’t ready for that to end yet.

She turned her head towards Harry, resolve on her face. “Harry, I’m sorry, but I don’t want to leave,” she announced. “You can go if you want. But I don’t want to.”

Draco smiled in triumph.

Harry looked incredulous. “Hermione!” he exclaimed. He could tell by the tone of her voice that she was no longer under the spell, yet he couldn’t believe that she actually wanted to have sex with Malfoy. Malfoy!

Malfoy laughed at Harry’s reaction. “I told you, Potter.” Then he looked at Hermione who seemed suddenly shy. She was looking down, playing with one of the veils of her costume nervously. “Sorry, Granger, but Potter can’t leave. Not without a memory charm. But I don’t think he really wants to go either, do you, Potter?” Malfoy squinted at Harry. “How many opportunities like this have you had, Potter? Well?”

“Fuck off, Malfoy,” Harry snapped.

“Hit a sore spot, have I? Are you a virgin too, then?” Malfoy taunted. “Yes, of course you are. You’re too busy saving the world to spend anytime getting laid.” Malfoy stood up and walked closer to Harry, keeping eye contact. “I could teach you a thing or two, Potter. You can learn at the same time as Hermione.”

Harry just glared angrily at Draco. If Harry didn’t know better, he’d swear that Malfoy had just come on to him. But Harry knew Malfoy hated him.

“Hermione, would you like Potter to stay and have some fun with us too?” Draco asked, his eyes not leaving Harry’s.

Hermione looked up at Harry from her position on the floor and Harry looked down at her. What would Harry think if she wanted him too? She swallowed her nervousness and said, “I would like you to stay too, Harry.” When she saw his surprised faced, she added, “Aren’t you just a little bit curious? I mean, this would all stay between us, you know. No one else would have to know. Isn’t that so?” She addressed this last question to Draco.

“That’s right,” Draco confirmed. “I’m not exactly anxious for news to get around about me with the two of you. In public we can continue to be the enemies we have always been. In private… well…” Draco laughed and lifted his eyebrows in a suggestive manner. “So what do you say, Potter? Granger wants you to stay and maybe you can learn a thing or two?”

Hermione looked at him with pleading eyes. “Please say yes, Harry. I really want you to do this with me.”

She wanted him. Harry could hardly believe it. If only a little trap door would open up and swallow Draco, he’d be the happiest man alive.

Draco shook his head, “Tsk, tsk, Granger. That’s not how you convince a bloke to stay. You’ve got to make it impossible for him to resist. Go over there and convince him.”

“You don’t have to do this, Hermione, you don’t have to do what he tells you,” Harry said, watching her rise from the pillow and begin walking towards him. He swallowed as his eyes traced every delicious curve of her body.

“I know that, Harry. I’m asking you because I’m the one who wants it.” She placed the palm of her hand on Harry’s cheek and moved her body close; her breasts almost grazing his chest. “Harry, do you want this?” she whispered, her breath caressing his lips. “Do you want to be with me? Say yes, Harry. Please say yes.”

Harry’s arousal was instant and his heart pounded in his chest at full speed. His gaze lowered to her lips that were just inches away from his and he rasped out, “Yes.” How could there be any other answer?

Hermione leaned in and pressed her lips onto his. Remembering how Draco had used his tongue, she slipped her own into Harry’s mouth. Harry groaned and began tonguing her in return stroke for stroke. Hermione moaned pleasurably and pressed her body fully against Harry’s. It was then she felt Malfoy pressing up against the back of her and sliding his hands down over her arse, cupping her. He pressed his erection against her backside, causing her to press harder onto Harry. Then she felt Draco’s hot tongue on her neck as he continued grinding onto her. It all felt so divine.

Harry opened his eyes to see a head of blond hair in his view as Malfoy worked on Hermione’s neck. Now, this, he didn’t count on! Harry made a distressed noise and Hermione stopped kissing him for a moment, looking up into his face, questioningly. But Harry was staring at Malfoy, who now lifted his head as well. His blazing grey eyes looked at Harry, who was only a hand length away. Harry wasn’t sure how he felt about Malfoy joining in like this. Weird sensations filled his belly while he watched Malfoy turn his face towards Hermione’s and tongue her earlobe, still keeping those grey eyes on Harry. Hermione twisted her face sideways and now kissed Malfoy with the same passion she had just kissed Harry with.

Harry’s gaze dropped to their mouths and he wanted to cry out in agony. He should be yelling at Malfoy to get away. He should! He should! But a part of him wanted to see what would happen next. This was overwhelmingly exciting in a way that Harry had never felt before and the fact that his cock was pressed snugly against Hermione’s abdomen didn’t help any. Her body, her warmth, felt so good there.

She broke the kiss and turned her head towards Harry. Both boys watched her in expectation as her gaze swung from Harry’s lips to Malfoy’s lips. She leaned in again to kiss Harry and then, in a few moments, she turned her head to kiss Malfoy. She switched a few more times before she pulled her head slightly away and said softly, “Now, you both kiss.”

The two boys locked eyes, surprised at Hermione’s request, distaste growing on their faces. But the kissing and pressing of their bodies had worked them into to a lust intoxicated state and Hermione could sense that they seemed to be considering it. She almost expected an outburst of some kind at her request, but then Draco and Harry looked down at each others lips and their breathing became harsher.

“No one will ever find out,” Hermione whispered, encouragingly. Draco glanced at her quickly and then back to Harry, bringing his lips against the other boy’s. Harry was shocked at the contact, keeping his eyes open, wide with surprise. Draco pulled his lips away, breathing hard and waiting Harry’s reaction.

“No, not like that,” Hermione smiled. “I’ll start with Harry and then, Draco, you join in.” Hermione began kissing Harry, making sure to pull her face slightly sideways so there would be room for Draco to join in. Draco lowered his mouth towards the side of hers and Hermione coaxed his tongue in and towards Harry’s tongue. Tentatively, Draco stroked Harry’s tongue with the tip of his and when Hermione pulled away, he found himself completely in Harry’s mouth. Both boys were pulsing with adrenaline, their tongues battling for domination. It was so wrong, yet so right.

“Yes, that’s so hot,” purred Hermione, clinging onto Harry and standing on her tiptoes. She pressed her wet core against his throbbing erection while he continued kissing Draco. Draco put his arms on either side of them and pumped his hips harder against Hermione’s backside while he kissed the most unlikely person in the world. Hermione’s lips attached to Harry’s neck and they all rode each other this way. The heat of the friction was growing immense and they began sweating as they continued their grinding and sucking. Harry groaned in Draco’s mouth, cumming in his trousers and Draco broke contact with Harry’s lips, throwing his head back with his own climax. Then Draco slipped his hand down Hermione’s bottoms in front and helped her climax by using his fingers along her clit as Harry latched onto her mouth, capturing her screams.

When Hermione had finally calmed her trembling body, Draco backed away and looked off to the side, panting and trying to restore himself after what had just happened. He shook his head with disbelief, letting out a small laugh. Who’d have ever thought he’d snog Harry Potter?!

All of their bottoms were soggy with cum and it felt way too warm for clothing.

“Draco,” Hermione said, “could you release Harry from the wall now?” Draco looked at her and avoided looking at Harry after what had just happened. “I think it would be loads more fun for him. And, also, he’d be able to bathe with us.”

Draco looked to the place where her finger pointed. Sitting in the middle of the room, was a large Turkish bath built into the ground. He smiled in pleasure. Damn if this Room of Requirement wasn’t the best thing ever created!

They definitely needed to get out of their clothing and cleaned up. Draco thought about the situation. He still didn’t trust that Potter wouldn’t try to go for a wand once he was free. Then he said, “I require a locked cabinet with a key.” In the corner of the room appeared a cabinet with a key sticking out of the lock. He walked over and placed Harry’s wand in it. Then he pointed his wand at Harry and released him from the wall. Harry fell forwards onto his hands and knees, then stood up slowly, stretching his muscles. Meanwhile, Draco charmed the key to stick to the ceiling and only come down when Draco called. He stuck his wand into the cabinet as well and locked it. Once he threw the key to the ceiling, he looked at the bath and said, “Shall we?”


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Wow! That was a long one for me to write. It really is a challenge to keep them in character when you’re trying to get enemies together! Well let me know how you like it so far. A hot bath scene is coming up if you like. Let me know. Thanks!