Freedom

Jessica Hartley needed to get laid.

She knew that, as she looked across the tiny desk that she and her partner were sharing. When she was daydreaming about seducing and ultimately shagging for a long period of time her partner,—whom had one night explicitly explained to her that he liked to bugger men—she knew that she needed to get laid. Bad.

She still remembered that night in horrific detail. She had been crushing on Charlie Weasley for over a year, since they had started working together at the Scotland Reservation. He was brought in from Romania and was immediately given the reins to the entire colony. She had been miffed at first, but when she saw how well he took the reins, she agreed that he was a good leader at the Rez.

But that night, about a year after he had come to the reservation, she had decided to get piss drunk and tell him that she was in love with him. Or at least that she wanted to shag his brains out for hours upon hours, and if possible, not leave the bed for several months. She took him out to the pub under the cover of some bank holiday and imbibed more alcohol that was prudent for a woman of her size—she was just over five feet tall.

With a healthy amount of alcohol running through her veins, she had gotten up the courage to give him a big, sloppy, smacking kiss while mentioning that she wanted to shag him senseless.

And he had had the gall to laugh at her. Sure, now she realised what had been so funny on his part, but at the time she had felt completely rejected and betrayed. She knew that she was probably the person that he spent the most time with on the Rez, and that he could probably feel the same palpable sexual energy between them, but she never thought that when she practically spread her legs and screamed “Fuck me!” he would laugh in her face.

He had drunk a lot less alcohol than her and after he was done laughing, he had fished out his wallet, which held a few pictures that he said he wanted to show her. Head spinning and eyes burning from the tears she wanted to shed at being rejected, she had honestly not paid much attention to the first two or three people that he had talked about. Something about his parents and a girl named 'phlegm.' It was when he said “And that’s Hermione,” with a wistful sigh that she had started to pay attention.

“Who?” she had asked.

“Hermione’s my best friend,” Charlie had said.

“Hermione Granger? The war hero?” she had asked.

“Yes,” he had said with a smile.

“Isn’t she married to Ron…your brother?”

He had given her an angry sigh then. “Yes. She’s married to my brother.”

“But you want to shag her,” Jessica had said knowingly.

“And this is my little sister,” he had continued, ignoring her comment, which meant it was true. “And her husband, Harry.”

“Yeah, Harry and Ginny Potter,” she said with an annoyed sigh. “We’ve all heard about them.”

“These are their twin girls, about three months old,” Charlie said, smiling. “Hermione’s pregnant, too.”

“Cool,” an unenthusiastic response.

“And this is Draco.” He had flipped to the last picture.

The rest of the pictures had made sense to her despite her state of drunkenness. But she tried to count backwards the actual number of shots of firewhiskey she had taken when Charlie had showed her the picture of Draco Malfoy in his wallet.

“Why do you have a picture of Draco Malfoy?”

“All the people in my wallet are people I love,” Charlie had said.

“So he’s…what? Your friend?”

“He’s my lover,” Charlie said.

Shocked silence.

“We bugger each other. A lot. That’s why I go down to London so often, Jessica. I have a flat with Draco. We live together. We are together.”

Trying to get through the conversation with her dignity intact, Jessica had asked nicely. “How long have the two of you been together?”

“Three and a half years.”

It was those words that had destroyed Jessica’s hope of having Charlie Weasley in her bed. He was a poof. He liked to bugger men. He had been with Draco Malfoy for three and a half years, and that wasn’t short term. And Jessica was left with wet dreams about a man who would rather be with a man than her.

She had to admit though, Draco Malfoy was a fucking gorgeous specimen of man. Good eye, Charlie!

So Jessica knew without a doubt now, over three years later, that Charlie was still with Draco Malfoy, that he still liked to bugger men, that he was still and would probably always be a poof. She knew that that thin chain around his neck with a ring hanging from it was not just any chain and ring, it was Charlie’s wedding ring, and she knew Draco had an identical one. But looking across the tiny desk, she couldn’t help but rub her legs together and think about what it would be like to have this incredibly handsome man between her thighs.

She took a closer look at Charlie, sitting across from her and moving around like he had an itch that he needed to scratch, but couldn’t. He seemed like he couldn’t concentrate on anything, he kept looking in different directions and kept shifting in his chair. He wasn’t even looking at the papers that they were supposed to go over before tomorrow.

“You okay, Charlie? You look antsy.”

He looked at her and groaned. “No, it’s nothing,” he said, looking like he tried to concentrate on his work again, but she knew that he wouldn’t be able to pay attention. There was something on his mind, and she wanted to figure out what it was. “Gah. It’s just…have you ever been in the middle of sex and then been interrupted not once, not twice, but three times?!”

“Uh, not that I can think of,” Jessica said softly, somewhat jealous that he had been having sex. She knew that Draco worked in the Ministry though, so that’s probably where Charlie had gone during lunch. He had just been interrupted.

“Merlin, I’m so fucking horny. I just want to fuck the closest thing with legs.”

Jessica stared at him blankly. Charlie was horny. And she was the closest thing with legs. Was he offering? To put that out of her gutter mind, she tried to make a joke out of it. “So you have something against the legless? I think that’s called handicappedism.”

Charlie smiled ruefully at her and ran one of his big hands through his fluffy red hair. “I even had a wank in the toilets, but I just…Merlin!”

Oh, she could just imagine that. Charlie standing in one of the toilet stalls, leaning against the wall and running his big, freckled hand up and down his hard, throbbing—

“I’m sorry. I can’t concentrate at all. I’m going to have to go have another wank.” He groaned. “I’ll be back in a bit.” He began shoving his papers together and piling them on the desk. He ran his hand through his hair again and walked towards the door.

Right as he reached for the handle, there was a knock at the door. He groaned and opened the door. The next thing Jessica knew, there was a brunette witch jumping on Charlie, wrapping her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. Jessica was about to get up to get this girl off of Charlie, but he just responded enthusiastically. He began kissing her in earnest, shoving the door shut with his foot and pushing her against it.

They pulled away for air and Charlie began kissing her neck, mumbling in between. “Gods, Hermione. Been so fucking hard for you.”

Hermione? Hermione his best friend, Hermione? Hermione his brother’s wife, Hermione?

She had thrown her head back and was moaning as Charlie kissed her neck. His hands went under her arse and were caressing it, it looked. It was strange angle to watch, but Jessica didn’t mind. She had dreamed about having this kind of mad, animalistic sex with Charlie for years and if she wasn’t ever going to personally experience, she might as well watch, since Hermione obviously hadn’t seen her and Charlie must have forgotten she was there the moment Hermione had walked in the door and attacked him.

Jessica then realised that Hermione was probably who Charlie had been in the middle of shagging when they had been interrupted three times. Not Draco. She thought that that bit of information should make her extremely angry, but instead it…made sense.

She heard a zipper and realised that Hermione now had one hand between them and was pulling Charlie from his trousers. “Uh, finally,” Charlie moaned. If Jessica hadn’t already decided that she wasn’t going to interrupt them, that phrase would have done her in. So much sexual tension. They had already been interrupted enough, they didn’t need anymore disruptions. Let them shag already.

And then Hermione moaned loudly, her head going back to hit the door as she let out a massive sigh; it was as if being filled with Charlie’s cock was the best feeling in the entire world. Charlie started kissing Hermione again, his hands on her arse and he began thrusting her hard against the door. Hermione’s hands were in his hair, pulling his mouth closer to hers. It was frantic, furious fucking.

Charlie began kissing his way down Hermione’s neck, sucking hard on her skin and he took her roughly against the tiny office door. Hermione’s head was thrown against the door, her eyes closed at the massive amount of pleasure that Charlie was sure to be giving her. “Oh, Merlin fuck, Charlie.”

Charlie chuckled and began slowing his thrusts, torturing her. Hermione looked down at him and gave him an evil glare. “Please, Charlie, you can’t tease now,” she groaned. She pulled his hair slightly and he just groaned and started moving faster again. They both moaned and Charlie moved one hand that had been on her arse to finger her clit. She threw her head back, hitting it hard against the door but not seeming to care as she came apart. Charlie groaned and sunk deep into her, trapping her exquisitely against the door as his come erupted into her body.

They both chuckled breathlessly and collapsed onto the floor. Jessica was still staring at them, wondering when she had seemed to leave her body and be able to see and feel everything that had happened between those two just now. She felt as if she herself was experiencing it. It was a couple moments before Hermione moved. She ran a hand through Charlie’s hair and said: “That was worth the wait.”

He smiled at her and kissed her deeply. Now that they had thoroughly enjoyed their orgasms, Jessica decided that it was now time to castigate them about their behavior.

“Charles Weasley,” she said in a stern voice. “You told me that you were a poof. And yet I witness you not only shagging a woman, but your brother’s wife of all people. Your best friend. What would Draco think? What would your brother think?”

They both looked around confusedly until they saw her sitting at the desk. Then Hermione laughed softly. “You see what it’s like?” she asked Charlie and he grinned back at her.

“Sorry, love, I forgot she was here,” Charlie said to Hermione as though Jessica wasn’t even in the room.

“Don’t talk about me like I’m not here!” Jessica said loudly. She hadn’t entirely minded that they had forgotten about her in their passion, but to talk about her as though she wasn’t there was just rude. They both looked at her expectantly, waiting for her to say something, but she had already said everything that she had wanted to say. “Er…won’t Draco be mad that you two are shagging?” she asked softly.

They both laughed lightly. Identical expressions that held no fear of any retribution that might come from the blond wizard. “Why? Are you going to tell him?” Charlie asked tauntingly. Hermione giggled and Jessica wanted to slap that smile from her face. She had just shagged the man that Jessica had been practically salivating over for the last four years and yet she was acting completely innocent. She was married for Merlin’s sake! She was married to Charlie’s brother! That was just sick. Immoral. Wrong.

A knock on the door pulled Jessica from her disgusted reverie. It also pulled Charlie and Hermione away from each other and off the floor. They righted their clothes and then Charlie opened the door. “Speak of the devil,” he said and Jessica realised that Draco Malfoy was standing on the other side of door with Hermione’s son on his hip.

“You were talking about me?” Draco asked with a slight smile. The little redheaded boy on his hip reached for Charlie and he immediately took the boy into his arms.

Jessica wouldn’t let them get away with it. She wouldn’t let Charlie cheat on Draco. She wouldn’t let Hermione cheat on her husband. She was going to stop this immoral trysting before it could become any more serious. “Draco!” she said louder than she had planned.

He looked at her and she knew that he had previously not known that she was in the room. His face immediately became more reserved and his light grey eyes got considerably darker. “Who’s this?” he asked Charlie.

“My partner, Jessica,” Charlie said, kissing the little redheaded boy on the forehead.

“Draco. Charlie and Hermione were just…they just…gah!”

“They just...?” Draco asked, looking amused.

“They just shagged up against that door!” she shouted.

Draco looked taken aback and he immediately put his hands over the little redheaded kid’s ears. “Language, Jessica!” he mockingly scolded her.

“Aren’t you mad at him?” Jessica asked, amazed that he wasn’t reacting more strongly against Charlie.

Draco turned to Charlie and then looked from him to Hermione and back. He nodded to the redheaded child and said “earmuffs,” to Charlie, who sat down and put his hands over the kid’s ears. Then Draco turned his dark grey eyes back to Jessica. “No, I’m not mad at Charlie for shagging Hermione.”

“Why not?” she asked.

Draco moved closer to her and dropped his voice down to a seductive whisper. “Well, because he didn’t get to shag her once this weekend. You see, I practically kidnapped her for myself this weekend and shagged her more times than I can count—”

“Twelve,” Hermione piped up from behind him. He looked back at her and raised a perfectly arched eyebrow. Hermione cocked her head in thought and added absentmindedly, “And a half.” Draco smirked an evil smirk. Jessica didn’t want to know what that was about.

“So,” Draco said as he turned back to Jessica. “I don’t really mind that Charlie had a little pent up frustration that he needed to get out. As long as it is with Hermione and not another witch, then he’s free to release as much frustration as he wants,” he said with a dark smile.

“But why her? Charlie told me he was gay, that you two were married, for Merlin’s sake! And Hermione’s married, too!” What she was really asking was ‘Why not me?!’ and she could tell from Draco’s smile that he knew that.

“Well, Hermione is married, but she won’t be for long. And as you can see from Jamie there, she’s been a part of our lives for a long time now.” When he said that she looked at Jamie to try and figure out what he was talking about, but when she looked from the child to the man with his hands covering the boy’s ears and back to the boy, she realised what Draco meant. Jamie was obviously Charlie’s son. “She is not your average witch. We both love her and intend to be with her for the rest of our lives. That’s why her.” He ended the speech with a smirk.

Jessica looked from Charlie to Draco and then to Hermione and back to Charlie and Draco and then finally back to Hermione. “You lucky bitch!” she said in awe.

Everyone chuckled and then were silent for a long time until Jamie said something about dinner. Hermione smiled and grabbed him into her arms. “I probably should head home. Ron will be waiting for me,” she said with an antagonised tone.

But another thought popped into Jessica’s head. “How do you know I won’t tell anyone about this? What if I tell Ron about this?!” she asked. “Oh! Ew! Is he a part of this sick love thing too?”

The shocked, sick-looking faces that all three of them made gave her the answer she was looking for. Thank Merlin for that. Draco recovered first. “Are you threatening us?” he asked.

“Maybe,” she said with a slight smile. She had thought of something and she decided that she was not going to let it go. If she wasn’t going to live it, she wanted to at least experience it.

“Jessica,” Charlie said in a warning tone. “You wouldn’t…would you?”

“I might. But not if you give me something I want.”

They all looked skeptically at each other. Then both Hermione and Draco looked at Charlie and then at each other. “No,” Hermione said finally to Jessica. “No, I’m not letting you sleep with him.”

“Nor will I,” Draco added.

“I don’t want to participate,” Jessica said. “I just want to watch.”

“You just watched!” Hermione said, turning a slight shade of red.

Jessica smiled, recalling that. She would be able to keep that in her mind for a long time and put herself in Hermione’s position. But she wanted more. “No,” she said. “I want to watch all three of you.”

A/N: She's a dirty wench, isn't she...? More to come! Leave a nice little review. :)

~BooBoo