What a Witch Needs

This chapter has been REVISED 10-8-06.

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Pleasure Lessons

Harry stretched his stiff muscles, looking curiously at the bath in the center of the room. He glanced at Draco, who was standing next to the locked cabinet. He saw the key stuck to the ceiling. Turmoil rolled around inside of him over this whole predicament. On the one hand, now that he was free, he could make a rush at Draco and try to physically force him to open the wand cabinet. Draco, after all, was without his wand as well. Not to mention the physical pleasure he would derive from beating Draco’s smug face in.

On the other hand, he had never been so sexually aroused in his life, and the fact that Hermione actually wanted him made his heart pound with joy. He stood there glaring at Draco, who was dressed in the silk robes of a sultan on one side of the bath. Then he shifted his gaze to Hermione, appearing extremely delicious in her harem girl garb. He looked at the bath and shook his head, frowning, “I don’t know about this, Hermione.”

“What’s the matter, Harry? I thought you said yes,” she replied, worriedly. “Don’t change your mind now.”

“Saint Potter is having second thoughts,” Malfoy sneered. “This is exactly why you’re still a virgin, Potter. You don’t take advantage of opportunities when they are standing before you.”

“Shut up, Malfoy,” Harry snapped, giving him an irritated glance.

Malfoy smiled wickedly. “Well, that’s just fine, Potter. You sit and watch us then, because with no exit in site, you really have no option to leave.” Draco turned his attention to Hermione, reaching to undo the belt of his blue silk robe. He purposefully made slow work of it, noticing Hermione’s growing curiosity and arousal. When his robe opened, exposing his hard, gleaming chest, Draco slowly let the robe slip off his shoulders and pool at his feel.

Hermione’s eyes dilated, her mouth falling open with an unconscious sigh. She grew warm as she perused his hard, lean, well-cut chest and arms. Draco was really beautiful to behold, she thought. If only he had a heart, she might have desired him years ago.

“Come here, Granger,” he said, seductively. “I need help with the drawstring on these trousers.”

Hermione swallowed hard, noting his lust glazed eyes. She walked around the bath and stepped slowly in front of Draco, hesitating a bit. She had never seen a boy completely naked in real life and she was extremely curious and excited. She lifted one hand with uncertainty and placed a finger on his bare abs, moving it lightly and glancing into his eyes.

Draco shivered at her touch but quickly pulled himself back into control. The arousal at her touch was instant and he whispered, “Pull it.”

Hermione slid her fingers down and grasped the drawstring. She pulled slowly, watching with wide eyes as the silk trousers glided down onto the floor and Draco’s fully erect member was standing at attention.
Hermione gasped, glancing up at his face for a moment before looking back down.

“Touch it,” he rasped, his own anticipation escalating. Gods, he wasn’t used to going so slowly! Usually, by now, he’d be fucking the girl’s brains out. But he was determined not to let his anxiety show. Fucking, fucking Granger! Look what she had done to him!

Harry watched Hermione wrap her fingers around Draco’s cock, an expression of wonder filling her face. Jealousy hit hard at this simple act and he desperately wanted Hermione to be touching HIM like that, not Draco! When her hand began moving on Draco, Harry couldn’t help groaning from deep within.

At the sound of Harry’s groan, both Draco and Hermione turned their attention towards him. Hermione drew in a deep breath, realizing that she had never witnessed Harry looking so aroused before. “Harry…” she whispered, her lower belly twisting in excitement. She held out her free hand towards Harry and said, “Come here, Harry.”

Harry felt he was under some sort of spell, because he couldn’t seem to stop his feet from moving. He walked to Hermione’s side and stood opposite from Draco. Hermione did not let go of Draco’s cock and the blonde boy was scrunching his face in pleasure as she worked him. She took her other hand and, hooking a finger into the top of Harry’s pants, said, “Take it off, Harry, take everything off.”

Harry couldn’t help watching Draco’s cock being pleasured while he quickly disrobed. He was about to get the same experience! Hermione looked at his body and it went through her mind that Harry had definitely filled out. He was no longer the half-starved orphan that he was when she first saw him six years ago. She met Harry’s eyes and smiled her approval as her hand clasped around Harry’s already excited cock. Harry gasped and groaned when Hermione began the same rhythm of movement that she was using on Draco.

Hermione looked from Harry to Draco, hardly believing she was here, doing these things to them both! She seemed to be doing it right, judging by the looks on their faces.

Both boys were enjoying Hermione’s incredible attentions when she suddenly let go and said, “Well, you two should get into the bath now.”

The boys, panting with need, couldn’t believe she had stopped in the middle of what she had begun. “You’re cruel, Granger,” panted Draco, after a few moments of stunned silence, “but I suppose you’re right. Lessons will begin after we are clean.” Draco jumped into the bath and settled down on one side. Harry tentatively made his way to the other side of the bath and slid in opposite Draco. Now they both sat and stared at Hermione. “Well, my dear, time for you to get naked too,” Draco grinned.

Hermione stood there, realizing that they both expected her to strip down in front of them and she suddenly felt very self conscious. “Um…” she stammered.

“Would you like us to turn the other way?” Harry asked, politely.

Draco gave Harry a look of disgust. “Shut up, Potter!” He turned his attention to Hermione, who was standing there, fidgeting with one of her veils. “We stripped for you, Granger. Fair is fair. If you really want to go through with all this, you can’t leave that costume on, delectable though it is.”

Hermione glanced quickly, nervously, and turned to face the opposite wall while she unhooked the top of her costume. Harry hardened under the water in anticipation. He was about to see Hermione naked! He suspected that there was no turning back now. They had already climaxed together, kissed each other, and touched. He had even kissed Malfoy! That, he could never understand. He had wanted to please Hermione when she was pressed up against him, moaning and rubbing. She asked him to kiss Malfoy, and, fuck! He did, he fucking kissed him! It was all for her, he told himself.

He knew he was whipped and would no longer resist the pleasures offered, though he was a bit nervous about what she may possibly request from him next. Would he do more with Malfoy if she asked? He watched Hermione throw her top on the ground and he knew he wanted to do everything possible with her. Harry’s hand embraced his cock as he watched Hermione slide her bottoms off her cute little arse and over her shapely legs. Never again would he be able to see Hermione as a prudish bookworm who was just his friend. From now on, Harry knew things would change, and he couldn’t imagine wanting anything else but being with her.

Hermione peered shyly over her shoulder, knowing full well that their eyes were riveted to her exposed backside. She had never shown her private parts to a boy, let alone two of them! Her heart was pounding like a scared rabbit and she took a deep breath, shutting her eyes as she slowly turned around to face them. As soon as she did, she leapt off the edge into the warm, soothing water. The bath was deep enough to cover her to her neckline. She pushed off the bottom and waded to the side, sitting on the underwater bench that lined all four sides. Her chin was tucked down and her face was red with embarrassment while she waited for someone to speak.

“Mmmm… very nice, Granger,” Malfoy said. “I didn’t know you were hiding all that under your robes. What did you think, Potter?”

“I think you are the sexiest girl I’ve ever seen,” Harry said, looking at Hermione, lovingly. “I mean that, Hermione. You’re beautiful.”

Hermione looked into Harry’s eyes to read how sincere he was. A slow smile filled her face when she saw the way Harry was looking at her. It was an expression of complete desire and love.

Draco didn’t care for all this soft talk between them. He wasn’t about to let them forget he was there. “Yes, quite nice for a mudb…” he began, stopping when he noticed the irritated looks from Hermione and Harry. He sighed. “Sorry, Granger, habit I guess. Shouldn’t insult a girl I’m about to fuck,” he laughed.

“More like you shouldn’t get to fuck the girl you insulted,” Harry snapped back.

Hermione held her hand up out of the water, “It’s o.k., Harry; it’s not an insult to me anymore. It’s no longer true. In fact, it was never true.” Harry and Draco looked at her, confused, while she smiled with her secret.

Draco finally said, “What, Granger, did you get a blood transfusion?” He smirked at his own joke.

“No. More like I’ve found out some things about myself,” Hermione replied.

“What things?” Harry asked, curiously.

“Well, Harry, you know how I was off doing a lot of things last summer. You see, my parents had informed me that I was adopted as a baby and, so naturally, I was curious as to whom my real parents were,” Hermione explained.

“Why haven’t you told Ron or me these things? We’ve been back in school for two months and you haven’t said anything,” Harry wondered, feeling a bit hurt.

Hermione looked down at the water and replied, “I’ll tell you why in a moment.” Then she looked back at Harry and continued. “You know I can’t rest until any mysteries in my life are solved. So I went to work immediately, researching my past. That is when I found out who my natural parents were.”

“And?” Harry asked curiously, a feeling of foreboding filling him with her words.

Hermione was very hesitant to speak, but she pressed on. “My parents were killed as yours were, Harry, in the war.” She looked down at the water in shame.

Harry couldn’t understand her reaction. But he tried to relate in the only way he could. His voice softened as he said, “I’m sorry, Hermione. I didn’t get to know my parents either. At least the muggles that raised you actually wanted you. You can be proud that your real parents stood up for themselves during the war. It was a hard time for all wizarding families.”

“No! You don’t understand. My parents were the bad guys, Harry. They were Death Eaters!” Hermione said, heatedly.

“What?!” Harry and Draco both said at the same time, but for different reasons.

“They were killers! That’s why I did not say anything to you or Ron. I was too ashamed,” Hermione frowned, looking distressed.

“But if they were Death Eaters, then that makes you…a…” Draco replied, amazed.

“Yes, Malfoy, I’m a pureblood,” she said with no joy.

Draco sighed and laid his head back against the rim of the bath. “Well, Granger, this certainly puts a new light on things,” he pondered. “You actually should have been in Slytherin House. There are no Death Eater offspring in the other three houses.”

“Yes, but she was raised by a muggle family who probably had many more values than she would have gotten from Death Eaters,” Harry stated.

“What do you know, Potter?” Malfoy glared at him. “Had a good time with your muggle family, did you? I heard you whining under the sorting hat, begging for it not to put you in Slytherin. And famous Harry Potter always gets what he wants, doesn’t he? Seems you both should have been Slytherins,” Draco smiled.

“You’re the one who doesn’t know anything, Malfoy,” Harry replied, glaring back. “The sorting hat doesn’t make mistakes.”

“That’s enough, you two,” Hermione snapped as she glanced from one to the other. “I didn’t want to be here with you both just to sit and argue. I’m sorry I brought the subject up. I just felt the need to correct you, Malfoy.”

“I stand corrected, Granger,” Draco smirked. “But now I must have a new nickname for you since mudblood no longer applies. Let’s see, how about Horny Hermione?” he laughed.

Hermione’s eyes widened. “You’d better not, Malfoy! This …, well…, get together of ours, is supposed to be secret!”

Draco laughed. “I’m kidding, Granger.” He stood up and began wading towards her, his bare chest dripping with water. “Enough talking.”

Hermione felt the excitement building inside as Draco approached her with the look of a lion stalking his prey. “What shall…we… do?” Hermione mumbled, nervously, when Draco stood in front of her.

He didn’t take his eyes off her, even though he now addressed Harry. “Lesson number one, Potter: girls will talk too much if you don’t keep distracting them with other activities.” Draco stepped on the bench next to her, putting himself in a sitting position on the ledge of the bath.

Hermione swallowed nervously, looking at Draco’s cock and her thoughts flew back to last night when she witnessed Pansy sucking on it. Did he want her to do the same? Right now?

Draco held out his hand to her. When she grasped it, he brought her up to a standing position on the bench, facing him. “Come here,” he rasped.

As she stood, the water ran off her body and the boys once again got a tantalizing view of her. Harry had to close his mouth tight so that his gasp would not be heard. She was absolutely breathtaking.

Draco’s legs were open and he pulled her forward to stand between them. Hermione automatically bent down and kissed Draco, showing how much more skilled she was becoming with her tongue. When she finished, Draco said, “Stand straight.” His hands settled on her wet hips and he tugged her ever closer.

As she stood straight, her lovely, pert breasts were level with Draco’s face and she grew excited as she guessed what he was about to do. He didn’t disappoint her when he opened his hot mouth over one peaked nipple, wrapping his arms around her to press her closer.

Hermione gasped, feeling the delicious pull of his mouth and the slick friction of his tongue swirling around her sensitive nipple. He sucked it in and tugged gently with his teeth causing Hermione’s legs to feel weak. Then his tongue traveled to her other breast and caused the same heady sensations pulsing outwards and throughout her body. Her hands pressed his head from behind, wanting more and more of what he was giving. His hand traveled over her back and buttocks, massaging and kneading her smooth flesh.

She became aware of Harry sitting and watching, and she looked at him now whispering, huskily, “Harry.” She wanted him to come and join in. One of her hands when out to him in invitation.

Harry thought he could hear the loud pounding of his heart as he once again found himself responding to her request.

As Harry made a move towards them, Draco pulled back slightly and said, “No, Potter, just watch for now. You’ll have your turn soon.” He went back to licking and sucking Hermione’s lovely breasts, enjoying her little gasps.

When Draco pulled away from her breasts, he said, “You see, Potter, you have to keep your tongue in good shape.” His tongue darted out and swiped the underside of her breast. “The girls love a strong tongue. If you can’t please a girl with your tongue, she won’t come back again. I’ll soon demonstrate what I mean.”

Draco held Hermione back a step as he stood up on the bench with her. Their bodies pressed together and Hermione moaned when her wet curls bumped up against Draco’s leg. “Don’t worry, love. I won’t leave you unsatisfied,” he grinned. He turned her around so that she was now where he used to be, trading positions with her.

“Are we going to …?” Hermione asked, nervously, thinking that he planned to have sex with her now.

Draco looked at her for a moment and then he laughed at her innocence. “Oh, no, Granger, not so fast. I’ve got to give Potter his lessons on female anatomy. Then it will be time for you to learn about boys. Then after all that is done, we’ll fuck your witty little brains out, don’t you worry.” He looked at her overwhelmed reaction and smiled. “Just lay back and relax, love. You’re going to enjoy this part very much,” he said, gently coaxing her to lay back.

Draco devoured her body with his gaze and then looked at Harry. “Come here, Potter,” he beckoned.

Harry waded over to them and knelt down on the bench next to Hermione’s legs, looking at her body as well.

Hermione watched their faces and found that she very much liked the way they were looking at her. She could see their desire for her and she felt her juices beginning to flow and trickle below her.

“You get on that side, Potter, and I’ll take this,” Draco said. They both positioned themselves on either side of Hermione. Harry couldn’t help but bend down and start kissing her as he did before. She looked so beautiful lying there with her hair fanned out and a look of desire on her face. Draco watched them for a few moments while he put his hand on her midsection and traced little circles around her belly button.

Harry broke the kiss and looked down at Draco’s hand and then up to Draco’s face. Draco gazed at Harry for a moment. Then he said, “Touch her.”

Harry lifted his hand, and with the back of his knuckles, he grazed the side of Hermione’s breast making her shiver with excitement. “Like this,” said Malfoy, trailing his fingers from her belly up to the breast that was nearest to him. He took one digit and spiraled around and up her breast to the tip of her nipple.

“Aaah,” Hermione breathed, as Malfoy played with her sensitive bud. He closed his mouth on the stiff peak and began swirling his tongue around. While he did this, he looked at Harry. Harry followed his lead and began passing his thumb over and around the nipple of Hermione’s other breast.

“Yes, Harry,” Hermione breathed, “suck on it too.” Harry didn’t need to be asked twice as he bent his head over and lapped at her nipple. Hermione arched her back and wrapped her arms about the two boys’ heads to keep them feasting on her twin mounds.

Draco’s hand now trailed down her body and his fingers tangled in her wet curls, causing Hermione to jerk with pleasure as more hot juices filled her cavity. Draco could tell she was more than ready, and he decided it was time to teach Harry the next lesson.

Draco left Hermione’s breast and trailed his lips downward over her ribs and stomach. Then he lifted himself and slid back in the water to position himself between Hermione’s legs. Kneeling on the water bench he took her knees and lifted them up, so that her heels were now on the edge of the bath and her knees in the air. He spread her wider apart and then examined the dripping wet, chestnut curls in front of him with their yummy pink folds, swollen and yearning for his expert touch. Draco loved eating pussy and the feast in front of him was incredibly irresistible. Here lay the prize that all men fight for.

“Gods, Granger, never hide this again. It’s too fucking perfect,” he said, huskily, as he lowered his face to her juicy fount.

Hermione grabbed Harry’s hair and inhaled a deep, noisy breath. “Oh, Gods! Oh, Gods! That… that feels so… so… good. Aaahh…” She felt Draco’s tongue gliding through her crevasse and flicking at her engorged clit, the pleasure was devastating. Draco smiled, knowingly, as he continued his pleasurable assault. He loved the way she tasted and the sounds she made. Her hot juices kept squeezing out from her opening. He would take turns between licking her clit and tonguing her opening. Stiffening his tongue, he would fuck her with it and then lap at the juices that dripped out.

As soon as Draco had begun and Hermione had reacted, Harry became totally engrossed in watching what Draco was doing. He twisted his face towards Malfoy while he continued to lick and kiss her breast, watching the Slytherin boy’s face bury itself between Hermione’s legs. Soon Harry sat up and moved to the edge of the bath to get a better look. If Hermione was enjoying it that much, he certainly wanted to learn how to please her in the same way.

He thought it was so damn hot! Hermione’s hips were bucking as she tried to push her pussy up towards Draco’s mouth and Draco buried his mouth, nose and chin into her, finding all her sensitive places, eating her like madman.

When Draco opened his eyes, he looked sideways and saw Harry watching with complete lust on his face. Draco smiled while still tongue fucking Hermione. Then he pulled away, leaving Hermione moaning for more.

“You want to try this, Potter?” Draco asked, even though he already knew the answer.

Harry was so turned on he couldn’t even speak. All he did was nod his head.

“Look here,” said Draco, spreading Hermione’s nether lips with his fingers, causing her to jump and gasp. “This spot right here,” Draco explained, putting his finger on her pleasure hub, coaxing another moan from Hermione. “It will make her cum if you pay enough attention to it. And then, there is also this.” Draco stuck his middle finger deep into Hermione. “Right up here against the front wall. Rub this spot and you’ll score as well.”

Draco began rubbing her deep inside with his middle finger while he bent down once more and covered her clit with his open lips. He laved his tongue over her and sucked her into his mouth. Hermione screamed and bucked her hips while tremor after tremor went through her. Then the warm flood of her juices flowed over Draco’s hand, her muscles contracting on his finger while she experienced the most intense orgasm of her life.

As her body was calming down from its trembling, Draco withdrew his finger and licked at his palm where her juices had flowed. He glanced at Harry and said softly, “Watch.”

They both watched as Hermione lay there in her post orgasmic stupor. She sighed deeply, closing her eyes, a smile lifting the corners of her mouth. Draco looked at Harry and whispered; “Now she’s mine.”

Harry looked at Draco in anger. He wasn’t sure what Draco meant, until Malfoy added, “You see, Potter, make a girl cum like that and they become addicted to you. They’ll never forget you and they’ll always want more.”

“I want to do it,” Harry said, trying to nudge Draco out of the way.

Draco laughed at his impatience. “Not yet, Potter. Let her recover first and then she’ll get nice and juicy again. In the meantime, it’s time for our little vixen to learn to give as good as she got.”

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