The Apartment

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The night away seemed to clear Hermione’s mind quite a bit. She woke up with a smile, ready to deal with the whole Harry and Draco thing, along with all the crap she was sure the media was attacking her with.

She jumped in the shower, slipped on some clothes that she had left at Ron’s house, and then went down to the kitchen where Ron already was, attempting to make breakfast.

“Is it burnt?” She asked, plopping down at the table

“Not yet! I think I may actually be getting the hang of it. The eggs are done so you can start with them if you want.”

Hermione glanced over to the large plate of eggs and cringed, “Ron, I think you should let them cook a bit longer… I’m pretty sure they aren’t supposed to be watery.”

Ron turned… spatula in hand and glared, “if I cook them any longer, they will burn… this is the way I’ve been eating them.”

Hermione almost gagged at the idea of eating undercooked food, “tell you what, I’ll make breakfast to make up for barging in here last night.”

Ron grinned, “Really?? Thanks”

Hermione smiled and watched as Ron flew to the table like a small child getting candy, dropping the spatula on the countertop.

Oooooooooooooooo

Draco walked into Harry’s bedroom and sat down on the bed. The Prophet had a field day with the three of them and as expected, Hermione came out looking like a husband-stealing tramp.

Harry felt the dip and opened his eyes quickly, hoping it was Hermione. Instead, he was greeted with a blond haired man with a look of ‘I’m going to kill them’ on his face.

“The paper that bad?” He asked groggily, “Or did you not get enough beauty sleep?”

Draco raised an eyebrow and sneered, “I don’t need beauty sleep, it comes natural.”

Harry chuckled, “So it was the paper then?”

“Yes, they made the three of us look like perverts and Hermione got it worse being called a husband stealer… it’s a mess.”

Harry sighed and sat up, “Well, then I guess we should get dresses and head to Ron’s.”

“No need” A female voice said from the door way.

Both men whipped their heads around, Draco almost getting whiplash.

“I already read the paper as well… but I’m fine.” She said as she walked to the bed and plopped down next to Harry and Draco.

“So you’re alright?” Harry asked as he drug his head over to her lap.

“I’m fine, really!” She replied with a smile as she stroked his hair, “But now, I just have to ask, are you two together? Or am I missing something?”

Harry looked to Draco, Draco looked to Harry, and both shrugged at the same exact time.

“Well” Harry stated, “It’s not exactly what you think.”

“Umm, Harry, you two were practically screwing on the couch… unless I seriously didn’t see something correctly.”

“No, no, you saw right.” Draco put in, “But, well… it’s difficult.”

Hermione raised and eyebrow, “How so?”

Harry scratched his head nervously, “Well, we – dammit – It’s just –“

“Hell, just show her!” Draco blurted

“No, no, it’s alright… I don’t really want to watch that.”

She lied, she lied like she had never lied before and she would never admit to wanting to actually watch it.

“We don’t want you to watch… we want you to join.”

The world stopped. Did harry really just say they wanted her to join them? Maybe she really needed more sleep? Maybe they were trying to just make her feel better.

“I don’t – I don’t think that’s such a great idea… I’ve never.. done anything remotely close to that and … oh, hell, I gotta go check on my room.”

She darted from the bed as fast as she could, allowing Harry’s head to drop onto the bed.

“That went well.” Draco snorted, “So much for easing her into it.”

Harry sighed and sat up, “We need to figure this out before we go after her again… we haven’t even done anything… it would be a bit awkward, don’t you think?”

Draco lay back on the bed, “So you think we should give it a test drive first, then go to her when we are sure it will work?”

“Something like that.” Harry replied

Silence stretched across the room for what seemed like hours before Draco finally spoke.

“Want to try now?”

Harry smirked, “You would think we were both nervous virgins at this rate.”

“Well what do you expect? We practically tore each other apart in school.”

“I get that, but it shouldn’t be so… so.. I don’t know… weird.”

“Alright” Draco stated, “I’ll start if off and see where it goes.”

Ooooooooooo

Hermione was flustered, confused, aroused, and still shocked, all at the same time. The idea of being with Draco and Harry made her body do things that she hadn’t done in years. Part of the reason she and Ron split was because, sexually, there was nothing there for her and even Ron seemed to just be going through the motions, but now, her body was thumping at the idea of having both of them.

She had to think, had to decide if she was willing to go that route, especially after everything she had been going through over the last day and a half. By agreeing to join them, if they were serious, that is, then the papers would be true as far as having them for lovers… but she’d be damned if she believed she was the reason for their divorces.

She lay back in her bed and closed her eyes. She needed some Hermione time, some good old-fashioned thinking and all would be right with the world… or so she thought.

It hadn’t been twenty minutes before ‘ thinking time’ was blown into tiny pieces. She strained her ears, sure she had heard a moan but unsure on if she should even venture from her room to find out.

She waited a few more minutes and was just about to start thinking again when another moan echoed through her ears and as if on auto-pilot, she rose from her bed and walked silently from the room.

She tiptoed down the hall, curious as to what they were doing…exactly. She knew what they were doing, but wanted to see it with her own eyes. She slowed her pace as she reached the cracked open door and peeked inside.

Her mouth went dry, her eyes glued themselves to the bed and she watched, watched as Draco fucking Malfoy, pounded into Harry like a man trying to drill for gold.

She watched as Harry’s toes dug into the matress, his mouth parted and his eyes closed. He looked as if he were in pure heaven as Draco fucked him from behind.

Dracos hands were firmly attached to Harry hips, pulling him back and forth over his cock and muttering what she could only describe as the hottest sex talk she had ever heard.

Her pussy throbbed at the sight and before she could even recall when she had did it, her hand slipped inside her shorts and past her knickers.

“Fuck Harry, Had I known this I would have sought you out long ago.” Draco mumbled, “You’re so fucking tight that I’m having a hard time not coming right now.”

Harry moaned and started to push back on his own accord, trying to get Draco even deeper.

Draco’s hand slipped from Harry’s hip and moved under them, gripping Harrys cock in a tight grip.

“Fucking Christ” Harry yelped as Draco started to pump.

Hermiones hand moved in quick circles over her clit as she watched the scene play out before her. If joining them was anything like watching them… she may just consider it.

She went faster and faster, leaning her weight against the door jam as she watched Draco become harder in his thrust. She could tell by the way his ass was tightening that he was close to letting go and if Harrys moaning was anything to go by, he would be lost soon as well.

“Fuck… I can’t hold it.” Draco mumbled as he stiffened and stabbed inside Harry with slow shaky thrust.

Harry dropped his head forward as his cum spurt from his cock and onto the sheets below. The shared orgasm sent Hermione over the edge as well and with a silent moan, she clinched and shuttered as her release coated her knickers.

All three were glassy eyed and panting, two clinging to each other with the third clutching the door jam for balance. She managed to get her body righted and snuck away before they would notice her, she had no idea that Harry had spotted her half way through and secretly watched as she got herself off to them… he could feel himself starting to harden again as he thought about it.