What A Girl Needs

Chapter 6

“Hey Granger,” Draco called as Hermione made her way out of the dining hall that night. She stopped and waited for him to catch up, before continuing with him up the hall. “I haven’t seen you all day,” he said casually as they wandered along.

“I was brewing potions for the Infirmary today,” she said with a shrug.

“Ah, the new apprenticeship,” he hummed. “How’s that working out? I heard Snape is a hard man to work for.”

Hermione snorted and pushed the dirty thought away that immediately sprang up. “Oh he certainly is, but he’s also brilliant. It would be nearly impossible to find another master that’s so good in the field. Plus he’s young enough that he’s not stodgily set in his ways.”

Draco nodded in understanding. “The field could certainly use a bit of freshening up. Snape has been muttering about doddering old fools in the profession for as long as I can remember. His master was already one hundred and three when he took Snape on.”

She made a face at that thought. Had Professor Snape served his master in the way she had and likely would in the future? “Oh yuck!” she grunted softly.

Draco snorted and started laughing. “I doubt my godfather ever did what you’re thinking Granger. I mean the wizarding community is pretty relaxed about same sex relationships, but I doubt a man in his hundreds would really care to bother with it.”

“Oh,” she murmured sheepishly. “I thought that was normal in all apprenticeships.”

“It is, if the master is young enough to still be interested in sex,” Draco said with a shrug. “I plan to petition Snape to take me on as well or maybe McGonagall, though I doubt she would want to deal with me. I’ve heard she’s seeing the Headmaster pretty exclusively,” he murmured thoughtfully.

“You mean Professor Snape would still…” whispered trailing off. “I mean I didn’t think he was that way….”

“Wizards and witches aren’t uptight like Muggles,” he snorted. “We fuck anyone we’re attracted too usually. You wouldn’t believe the crap that goes on in my dorm.”

She thought of some of the pairings she’d discovered in just the last week. “I doubt that. I’ve heard about three threesomes just this week,” she muttered.

“Because of your new little business I’d assume,” he said casually.

Hermione paused in surprise, before remembering that Pansy had likely talked to him. “Yes,” she said, continuing down the hall.

“Pansy said you and the other girls, whomever they are, thought I’d make a nice addition to the collection,” he said with a teasing grin and a raised brow. “That true?”

“Well yes, as a matter of fact,” she said with a shrug. “I mean you are a good size and all, plus we have heard about your usual style and believe it would be a nice model to sell.”

“What is my style then?” he asked with a laugh. “I didn’t realize I had one.”

“Well,” she started, stopping at her door and unwarding it. She opened it and beckoned him inside. “Pansy said if it’s just a quickie you’re rough and fast about it, which I can confirm,” she said pulling the door closed again and waving him into a chair. She settled across from him in another and sighed thoughtfully. “She also said that when you weren’t in a hurry you were rather…elegant about it.”

“Elegant eh?” he grunted. “Makes me sound kind of girlie if you ask me.”

“Oh no!” she protested, shaking her head. “Girls love that kind of thing. Ginny said you took your time with her and you were so smooth that she felt like a puddle of goo by the time you’d finished with her. Pansy agreed with her too.”

Draco raised a brow at that. “Are you saying Pansy and Ginny kiss and tell?”

“More like fuck and tell, but it was in the name of choosing wizards for the business. We were trying to pick names and Millicent said we could call yours Dragon, because of your name, but then Pansy said that was too fast and fiery for you typical style. She said we should call it Elegant, though maybe Elegance would sound better,” she explained thoughtfully.

“I suppose that is acceptable enough,” he said after a moment quiet contemplation. “When do you plan to make my model then?”

She blushed, “Well that depends on you. I probably shouldn’t today, but perhaps tomorrow if I don’t get in trouble again.”

“What does that have to do with it?” he asked in confusion.

“It’s just that with your style, it would really be best to capture it during intercourse and such,” she said blushing harder.

“I’m still lost here,” he said frowning at her.

“Well I was up rather late with Harry last night and then Professor Snape got upset with me today…so I’m a bit on the sore side right now,” she admitted, utterly embarrassed by her admission.

He blinked at her for a moment and then snorted in amusement. “I didn’t realize Snape used sex as a punishment. I always had to scrub cauldrons.”

“So did I,” she said, “Until I sighed the contract with him. Now that’s part of his punishment system with me…though I have to admit that it’s really not that big of a punishment. Frankly it should be part of his reward system,” she said with a mischievous smile.

Draco snorted and shook his head. “I wonder if I’d feel the same way about it. I have seen the man naked on occasion when he came to us wounded. I’m pretty sure it would be a punishment for me. That’s got to fucking hurt.”

She shook her head and blushed. “I don’t think so. He’s about the same size as Harry, maybe even a tad shorter and thinner, so it’s possible to take with a little care.”

“Hold on there Granger,” he said shaking his head. “If you think taking it up the ass is the same as a woman taking it, you’re confused.”

“I’d agree with you there. Harry was easy to take in the traditional sense, if a bit of a tight squeeze, but I’m not talking about just my vagina Draco,” she said calmly.

He looked at her in surprise. “Are you saying the Hero of the Wizarding World, took the pristine Gryffindor Princess in the ass? Mr. Golden Boy and Ms. Bookworm?”

“Yes,” she said nodding seriously, though blushing furiously. “I mean Harry likes boys too, so it wasn’t really a great leap in experimentation for him you know.”

He looked thoughtful at that and nibbled at his lip for a moment. “Was it good?” he finally asked.

Hermione smiled and nodded. “It really was. I didn’t think I’d like it one bit…” she trailed off and started at him for a moment. “Are you interested it maybe…trying it yourself? I mean I don’t have to have sex with you to get the copy, someone else could do it.”

Draco snorted and tried to look disinterested, but there was a small gleam in his eyes that she didn’t miss. “Oh this will be good,” she said, not meaning to say it out loud.

Draco frowned and shook his head. “Yeah, like Potter would agree to it anyway.”

“I mentioned a threesome to him, first with Ron in mind, but I changed the third person to you, to tease him,” she said nonchalantly, noting the interest in his eyes at the statement. “He said you were hot enough, plus he didn’t feel threatened by you since his cock was bigger anyway.” That made him frown, until he realized what the statement implied and he couldn’t help but wonder ‘how much bigger?’ He’d seen Potter on occasion in the locker rooms, but never hard, so that made it difficult to really judge. Soft Potter was still a good size, but nothing that pissed off the guys around him much. Of course the better question might be how Potter knew he was bigger than Draco.

“How big?” he heard himself ask. She grinned and wandered over to her trunk. After a few seconds of shuffling items she came up with one of the nicest cocks he’d ever seen. It was obscenely thick and a very nice length, close to his length actually, so he didn’t feel too bad at least. He knew he could deal with the length for sure, since he’d had similar sized lovers in the past, but the width was of some concern. Of course Granger had managed it apparently.

A throat clearing at the door caught his attention and he swung his head quickly to see the man in question eying them curiously. “And here I was, coming to ask how your day went.” He shut the door and wandered over to his now blushing friend and took the dildo from her. “Now this looks rather familiar,” he murmured, eyebrow raised at Hermione.

“Harry!” she gasped, flushing red and grabbing it back. “I just…he just wanted to know…I’m terribly sorry.”

“What, Malfoy wanted to see his rival’s cock? So sorry you won’t be able to humiliate me here Malfoy. Even I can admit there’s little to complain about when it comes to what I have,” Harry said, looking both embarrassed and smug.

“No!” Hermione gasped. “He wanted to know, because we were discussing the threesome idea,” she said hurriedly.

Harry swung a suddenly amused gaze from his friend to the flushed and embarrassed Slytherin. “And what is the decision about that little question?”

Hermione spoke up from his side, “Well, you see, I’m a little sore from last night and something that happened earlier today…so I thought maybe I could make Draco’s copy with you as his partner,” she rushed out. Draco refused to meet Harry’s amused stare but nodded in jerky affirmation. “So you see, he just wanted to know what he was getting into…with you.” Besides it’s not like she said that the copy was actually Harry’s, just that it was his size.

Wondering vaguely what she meant by ‘something that happened earlier,’ he turned towards the lightly blushing blond man, deciding he’d ask about it later. “Doesn’t matter anyway, since he’ll really need to fuck me,” Harry teased with a small laugh. “After all, you already have my pattern recorded. Me fucking him wouldn’t accomplish much, aside from fulfilling a fantasy or ten.”

Draco looked up at that and smirked, his embarrassment fading as he realized Potter wasn’t rejecting the idea entirely. “Fantasies Potter? About little ol’ me?”

Harry smirked back and boldly approached the blond young man, who looked a bit surprised by the directness from the typically quiet, broody young man, but relaxed as he noted Harry’s wand was still tucked securely in his pocket. “Oh yes,” he purred, green eyes narrowing a bit as he studied Draco’s relaxed body. “Ron and I sometimes wank while talking about things we’d do to you if we ever got you alone.” Harry watched as Draco’s gray eyes turned stormy and a new flush skittered over his face at the possibilities in Harry teasing statement. “Ron is usually frightfully straight, but for you…” he murmured with a shrug.

Hermione watched in fascination as the Harry from last night began to emerge again and he towered over the fair haired Slytherin. Gentle Harry was gone out the window somewhere and the darker, seductive Harry in his place. It was like turning on a switch with him. It almost worried her how easily he switched from one personality to the next, though she had to admit that having a psycho tenuously attached to your psyche for most of your life, probably caused some division of personality. She and Ron had both seen some of Harry’s darker tendencies, growing up. He’d been a very angry boy for a long time, so fits of temper were fairly common. Now he apparently channeled that excess energy towards more pleasurable pursuits, rather than blowing something, or someone, up.

Harry bent down and bit at Draco’s ear, speaking softly, “Ron was more interested in shoving his cock down your throat to shut you up and wipe that smug little smirk off your pretty face, but I…” he murmured, tugging and drawing a shuddering breath from Draco, “I wanted nothing more than to push you into the closest wall, grab on to that fucking amazing blond hair of yours, and split your tight little ass in two with my cock. I wanted to fuck you until you were screaming and coming all over the wall, helpless to stop it from happening. I’d make you forget all other loyalties…Voldemort…Daddy… Dumbledore, until the only name you could remember was Harry Fucking Potter. I’d come so hard every time I thought about it, I’d damn near pass out from it. I bet you’d love for me to fuck you hard up against a wall, wouldn’t you Malfoy? Maybe right outside the Slytherin Common Room where any one of your mates could catch us. They’d watch, horrified, as Gryffindor’s Golden Boy, Savior of the Wizarding World fucked their precious prince senseless.”

She watched as Malfoy seemed to melt in his chair and a long groan slipped from his lips. “Fuck Potter,” he gasped, his head falling back submissively. This wasn’t what she’d planned, but maybe she could just get the copy later. Who was she to stop a good thing? Who knew that Harry could speak that way? Even she melted just a bit at his tone and wished it was directed at her.

Harry straightened slightly and yanked his fly open. “Or maybe a private showing for the Head Girl instead? That sounds pretty damn nice too, so I’m going to tell you exactly what I want and we’ll see where it goes, shall we?” At Draco slight nod he grinned and purred, “I want you to suck my cock Malfoy and then, if you're good, I’m going to fuck that tight little ass of yours, right here in this chair.”

Hermione really expected Draco to protest, but he simply groaned and fumbled to get Harry’s cock out of his boxers and into his trembling hands. She watched in utter disbelief as Draco lunged forward and proceeded to take Harry so deep in his mouth, his nose pressed into Harry black curls. How did he do that without gagging? How did Harry Potter get Draco Malfoy to suck his cock without a word of protest? It was bizarre.

Harry grunted and grabbed a fistful of blond hair, letting it run through his fingers, before cupping the back of Draco’s head and thrusting slowly. Draco coughed once, but relaxed again and let Harry slowly fuck his mouth. Harry felt a raw rush of power and arousal at his rival’s thin, pink lips stretched around his wide thrusting cock, enough to make him thrust a little too hard and choke the other man. Draco pulled back coughing and gasping, before glaring at Harry briefly and then returning to his work.

Draco had to admit that Harry had definitely surprised him with the dominant streak of his, but decided to retake control of the moment, now that he could think a bit again. Who knew that Potter was capable of turning him to mush with his voice? Vowing to get a hold of the reigns somehow he concentrated on the task at hand. Using all of his considerable skill he began to tease the dark haired man until he was gasping and desperately gripping Draco’s tangled blond hair, before backing off and beginning anew. Harry might be a god when it came to that rich voice of his and his equally lovely cock, but in the end he was still an eighteen year old man who could be led about by said cock. The torture continued for long moments, until Draco managed to get Harry’s trousers and boxers down and began his seduction in earnest.

Across the room he heard Hermione, momentarily forgotten, gasped as he spread Harry’s firm ass apart and pushed his middle finger inside. Harry grunted, his grip twitching as Draco pressed the invading finger against this prostate. “Oh that’s good,” Harry murmured breathlessly arching into Draco’s mouth reflexively.

“You like that?” Draco murmured hoarsely, pulling off of Harry’s cock, his throat thick with pre-cum and saliva.

“Yeah,” Harry hummed back. Mellow Harry was back apparently, and domineering Harry was off waiting somewhere for his chance later. Hermione shook her head at his bipolar sexuality, but didn’t protest this change in plan any more than the one before. As long as one of them fucked the other she was more than happy. Hell if they kept doing what they were doing, and let her watch, she was happy.

“Turn around…” Draco coaxed, “Or better yet, bend over that chair.” He pushed Harry back and guided him to his knees, resting his upper body against the chair, and spreading his thighs. “Comfortable?” Draco asked smoothing his hands over Harry muscled rear.

Hermione watched as Harry shifted slightly and then nodded to Draco, both completely ignoring her. She shook herself slightly and cast the three charms, now that it looked likely that Draco would be the one giving, not receiving.

What she didn’t expect was to see Draco part Harry’s cheeks and then dip his head between them. She blushed furiously as Harry gasped and arched, his eyes rolling in pleasure as Draco teased his tongue over a place tongues had no business being. It wasn’t a quick tease either. For the next several minutes Draco teased, kissed, probed and nipped at the tight entrance to Harry’s body, until Harry was shuddering and his cock drooling steadily onto her lovely red carpet. Unable to hold herself up, she sank onto her bed and watched in open mouthed fascination.

“Damn Potter,” Draco growled as his hand skittered over Harry’s thick cock. “You are excited, aren’t you?”

“Fuck off,” Harry grunted at the teasing.

Draco chuckled and sat up, yanking at his fly to free his own weeping length. “I plan on it,” he growled softly, pushing his pants down and rubbing his cock up and down Harry’s ass. “Fuck you have an amazing ass Potter. I’ll bet you’re just as tight as you look, aren’t you?” He gripped his length and with a hiss pressed forward, coaxing Harry’s body to open to him.

“Slowly,” Harry grunted, fingers digging into the soft upholstery of Hermione’s chair. “It’s been a long time since I bottomed,” he growled.

“Yeah okay, sorry,” Draco murmured rubbing his hands lightly over Harry’s rear and clothed, muscled back. He pushed the shirt up out of the way and traced gentle patterns over Harry’s skin as he carefully rocked. “Does it hurt much?” he asked in a voice so gentle, Hermione had a hard time imagining that Draco Malfoy had said it.

“A bit, but it’s alright. We should have used lube I guess,” Harry grunted, yanking his shirt off.

“Sorry,” Draco said spreading Harry’s cheeks a bit wider, hoping the open him up a bit more. “I didn’t realize I’d need it today,” he teased with a small laugh. To Hermione’s shock Draco arched back a bit, gathered saliva up in his mouth and spit it carefully on the place where they were joined. That just seemed kind of rude to her.

“What you don’t carry it around at all times?” Harry gasped out, laughing a bit, apparently not caring that there was spit running down his crack and over the underside of his balls. She grimaced, realizing that guys probably improvised and used saliva quite a bit. She’d once heard Ron make some crack about wanking and he’d actually spat on his own palm at the time for emphasis, making the other guys around him laugh in lewd amusement.

“’Fraid not,” Draco said pulling back and then pressing forward to finally fill Harry completely. Harry grunted and quaked slightly under him, tense with the fading discomfort. “When did you last bottom Potter?”

“It’s been at least a year,” Harry said breathlessly at the uncomfortable stinkg. “I usually prefer to top, but with the right partner…. It’s hard to find a guy that knows what he’s doing around here. I hate limping away from a shitty shag.” Draco pulled back and eased back in slowly, easily imagining why Potter was usually a top, despite what he said. He’d had a brief taste of Potter’s domineering personality and didn’t doubt as to why his partner probably gave every time, though he’d had his fair share of crappy tops too, so he could sympathize with Potter’s desire to give rather than take. Draco just happened to also be rather domineering, and he was good at it, so he supposed that’s all that Harry really needed; someone to fight back a bit and get him to give up the power for a bit. Of course once he gave up that power, he’d be expecting a right good fuck, wouldn’t he? “Then relax Harry,” he said huskily, actually using Harry’s given name for once and liking the feel of it on his tongue. “I’ll make this good for you if you do.”

The tension slowly eased in Harry’s back and buttocks as he breathed in and out slowly. “Like that,” Draco coaxed softly, pulling almost all the way out and then sliding slowly back inside Harry’s gripping body. “Let me take care of you,” he purred soothingly, tracing his finger tips over Harry’s back, loving the way his muscles rippled and shivered under the light touch. “Tell me what you need,” he murmured, leaning down and tracing his lips over the muscles of Harry’s shoulder blades. “Tell me what you want Harry.”

Harry groaned, “I want to cum.”

“You will,” Draco promised, reaching down and tickling his fingers over Harry’s impressively swollen length. He began to thrust slowly, drawing in and out teasingly for long minutes, savoring the glide of Harry’s tight ass around his weeping length. This was how he liked sex; slow and long. He liked to build it up until he couldn’t stand the wait and his body simply took over. It was powerful and pleasurable; unlike anything else in the world. He didn’t understand the guys who preferred it quick and hard every time. What a waste to go through life without feeling the way Draco had after slowly fucking his partner for an hour, enjoying every inch of their skin in the process.

“Oh gods,” Harry groaned some minutes later, gripping the cushion of the chair desperately as Draco spat on Harry’s gripping entrance once more, and then tilted his hips brushing over his prostate a couple of times. “You’re fucking brilliant,” he sighed into the velvety, brown fabrics of the chair.

Draco laughed softly and flicked his tongue out to taste the sweat beading at the base of Harry’s neck. “So is your body. It feels like a velvet covered vise is gripping my cock,” he whispered in a deep, throaty voice. “I just want to pound into your sweet, tight ass until my brain melts.”

“How can you even put a sentence together?” Harry complained half-heartedly, arching and pushing back, hoping to deepen their contact even more. Hermione gasped softly at how beautiful Harry looked; mouth open and soft, eyes sliding shut behind his ever-present glasses, back arching and curving gracefully up towards the equally beautiful Draco. They made a gorgeous picture together.

Taking the hint, Draco sped up his thrusts a bit more and pressed harder. He didn’t bother answering the other man and, instead, concentrated on pushing his cock as deep as possible into ‘Harry Fucking Potter’, over and over again. He knew it probably wouldn’t last as long as he’d like it to. The situation was too erotic for him to push down his threatening climax.

He eyed the long muscled back flexing under him and shuddered with pleasure. Despite any past animosity between them, Draco could easily admit that Potter was well put together. He was all long limbs, sleek muscles and smooth, tan skin. With his piercing green eyes and perpetually messy hair, Harry was a walking wet dream, without a doubt. He’d heard similar sentiments, even around his own common room, where all things Potter were supposed to be taboo. Despite that, Draco was more than happy to live out this particular dream; that was for damn sure. Sinking his teeth into Harry’s shoulder, he stifled a ragged groan as he felt the first definite twinges of orgasm creeping up on him. Harry gasped at the slight pain, but only pushed back harder, rather than jerking away.

Draco felt a raw rush of pleasure at the response from his gasping lover, realizing that Potter might very well have a few masochistic tendencies to go along with his dark side. There were some intriguing possibilities that sprang to mind immediately, that would definitely need to be explored at a later date. Biting down again, harder, he groaned as Harry arched and cried out jerking violently. Draco felt a splash against the arm wrapped around Harry’s waist and groaned deeply at what it meant. He pushed harder into Harry, no longer concerned with gentleness as he selfishly sought out his own climax; not caring that Harry had began to melt beneath him. In a matter of seconds stars began to dance across his vision and fire boiled hotly through his groin, spreading down to his toes and up to his peaking nipples. “Oh fucking hell,” he gritted out, jerking and spilling what felt like his own soul into the trembling man below him. Even before his body had finished he was sagging limply back to the floor, dazedly watching his cock spurt cum against Harry’s thighs and calves, watching until it quieted and began the slow decent to his trembling thighs.

Harry was the first to recover, turning and rousing Draco gently with a hot, wet, open mouthed kiss. Hermione goggled at the erotic twist of his tongue against Draco’s, hardly believing she’d gotten so lucky. Draco kissed him back easily, the kiss eventually becoming slower and soothing, not really meant to arouse him again. Finally with a sigh, both men drew back and quirked almost identical grins at each other. “Not bad for mortal enemies, eh?” Harry quipped teasingly. Draco simply snorted and shook his head.

“Blood hell,” Hermione whimpered, drawing their startled gazes, having forgotten she was even in the room. Both blinked at her and then grinned. “That was just brilliant,” she praised happily, her cheeks blazing. “Thank you so much for letting me…” she trailed off waving her hands vaguely, noting that she held her wand in one and something even better in the other. She held up the clone that Draco had apparently provided at some point, “And I got this too,” she said beaming at both of them. After a moment she frowned thoughtfully, “I’ll need to have you sign the contract of course.”

“Trust Granger to think of a contract after watching two hot guys fucking each other’s brains out,” Draco muttered, sighing and shaking his head in disbelief.

***

The boys had opted to stay with Hermione that night, happily flopping across most of her large bed, leaving a small space for her to curl up against them. At first she’d been a little nervous about sharing her bed with the boys, despite wearing perfectly respectable pjs and trying to maintain at least a tiny space between her body and Harry’s delightfully nude one.

Of course within about ten minutes she gave up on that endeavor as the two began to toss and turn next to her, involved in a rather heavy, panting, groping session. They were young men after all, naked, hormone filled ones. It was to be expected she supposed. Not that she minded all that much, especially when Harry finally pinned Draco roughly on his back and fucked him within at inch of his life, gazing down at both of them with his intense green eyes glittering with lust and unleashed aggression. Draco easily switched to the role of receiver and took Harry with little more than a grunt of discomfort at the first push. Fortunately Hermione had handed them the lotion from her nightstand this time around. After that Draco swore, panted, and egged Harry on, demanding more and more from the green eyed hero of their world, knees bent nearly to his ears and ankles hooked over Harry’s shoulders.

Draco had very nearly screamed when he came, his cock squashed under Harry’s hard belly and splashing cum over his chest and abs. Harry had growled deep, teeth clenched, forehead on Draco’s shoulder as he spent himself; gasping into the blonde’s sweat dampened skin as he tried to compose himself again.

They made no apologies for doing it in front of her again either, apparently one time meant that repeated times were automatically forgiven…and they were. Besides her hands had been in her panties the entire time, so she couldn’t really complain about it much.

The two young men had finally rolled apart after watching Hermione bring herself to orgasm, grinning wickedly at her as she panted and then blushed in the aftermath. That had been the last thing she’d seen upon falling asleep, which was, by far, preferable to what she woke up to.