What A Girl Needs

Chapter 8

“So you two have something going now?” Ron asked Harry and Hermione later that night. All three were sprawled across Hermione’s big bed, papers strewn all around from finishing up their homework for the night.

“Not really,” Hermione said with a shrug and a smile at Harry. He smiled playfully back and winked. Harry looked like a big green-eyed cat, taking up the entire foot of her bed and a bit of the middle. Ron, of course, took up much of the rest, laid out on his belly watching the two of them curiously. Hermione knew that Ron had liked her as more than a friend during most of their school years at Hogwarts, but she also knew he wasn’t quite as serious about it anymore. They’d slept together once, not counting a little fun that morning, and that had been the extent of any relationship between them, at least in the non-friend sort of way. She wasn’t exactly sure why nothing had ever happened after that first time together. She supposed that they’d just been too busy at the time and lately it just hadn’t come up.

“Did I misunderstand this morning and accidentally think you two were shagging now then?” he asked raised a brow at them.

“No,” Harry said stretching and smiling. He was particularly relaxed today, despite a long day of classes. How could he not be after obtaining two lovers over the past two weeks and taking advantage of the fact to very thoroughly? “We are, or we were last night and a few times during the holiday, but we’re not dating or anything.”

“Right,” Hermione said with a smile and a nod. “Besides I have other interests too. I can’t be tied down to one guy.”

“Since when has being tied down ever been an issue for you ‘Mione?” Ron asked in amusement. “I thought you looked at guys, in general, as morons you didn’t want to deal with.”

“Only because I thought they all saw me as ‘the friend’ or a bookworm,” she retorted in annoyance. Even she could admit that she probably had been too absorbed in a book to notice any speculative glances her way.

“Oh they still do, but I’d bet that makes it all the more fun for them,” Harry grunted. “The thing about guys is that they’re not usually too picky, at least at our age anyway. You’ve got breasts and a nice ass, so they’ll still look and wonder, even if you don’t seem all that approachable.”

“Especially if,” Ron corrected, “you’ve got the whole pretty librarian, good girl thing going that most guys fantasize about at one time or another. Even nice guys like Neville sometimes wonder what it’d be like to muss up the girl next door. I mean the girl who everyone knows will sleep with anyone isn’t much of a challenge now is she? But getting into the panties of the sweet, studious girls that blush when you smile at them? Well that’s just fun, isn’t it? You wouldn’t believe the number of guys we’ve told to ‘shut the fuck up’, in the showers because of you.”

“Eh?” she asked blushing. “The showers? Whatever for?” She wasn’t sure if she liked the idea of guys standing around naked and laughing as they tossed her name about. That wasn’t really sexy at all; just creepy.

“Because that’s where guys can talk about girls and be sure that girls won’t be around to hear any of it,” Harry explained sitting up. “Guys like to talk about what they’d like to do if they got this girl or that alone for a bit. Sometimes it’s just snogging and whatnot, but other times it’s a bit more graphic,” he said with a small scowl. “I’ll admit that I didn’t really look at you in that way until some guy started talking about you one day back in forth year or so and then suddenly you were a girl, you know? Plus you’d started filling out about then and, being your friends, we saw you without your big robes on more often and all.”

Hermione blinked and then grinned, “Is the great Harry Potter saying that he wanked to thoughts of his best friend a few times?”

“Which one?” Harry teased back, making Ron laugh and then choke and cry ‘Hey!’ as he caught the subtle message in Harry’s teasing. Ron was rather comfortable in his heterosexuality, despite a few of his own male related fantasies, and still blushed off and on when Harry mentioned his interest in men,. He’d known about Harry’s bisexuality for far longer than Hermione and had heard more than he ever wanted to, at times.

Hermione laughed and waved Harry off, shaking her head. Really, now knowing Harry’s preferences, it could have been either or both of them. “So who do you two talk about in the shower?”

“What makes you think we’d do that?” Ron asked innocently.

“Because you said guys all do it, and I know for a fact both of you are males, so you likely do it too,” she said with an amused sigh. “It’s kind of like that masturbating question, if you say you’ve never done it, I’ll know you’re lying.”

“I don’t know,” Ron shrugged with a small smile, “Lavender, you, Pansy, sometimes Luna, definitely the twins.”

“Don’t forget Oliver,” Harry said with a laugh.

“Fuck you,” Ron said good-naturedly, throwing a rolled parchment at Harry, who caught it laughing. “I was 15 at the time, everything turned me on then. Give me a little slack here. Besides, Oliver is pretty hot. I may like women, but even I can admit that. You see him in that new Firebolt advert? He looks really good still.” He sat up and grinned wickedly. “Maybe I should tell her who you talk about in the showers when the other guys are gone?”

“She already knows about Malfoy,” Harry said with his own grin back. “I told her over the holiday.”

“More told me about it,” she muttered, getting a weird look from Ron. “I heard about that one in graphic detail.” She grinned at Harry who grinned unrepentantly back.

“What about Blaise?” Ron teased, still trying to embarrass Harry if he could.

“Who doesn’t fantasize about Blaise? He's too fucking hot for his own good,” Harry grunted gathering up his books and parchments and shoving them in his bag. Both followed suit and then relaxed back against her pillows with a sigh.

“I do sometimes,” Hermione mumbled.

“Do what?” Ron asked in confusion, turning his head to look at her.

“Fantasize about Blaise,” she said with a small smile and a shrug. “He’s way too hot to pass up.” Of course she’d done more than fantasizing when it came to Blaise. Hermione sighed happily to herself, deciding that she really needed to get that man alone again some time soon. Though, if she wasn’t careful, she’d end up like one of those girls Ron was talking about, who’d sleep with anyone.

“Girls actually fantasize when they’re frigging themselves?” Ron asked in surprise.

“Of course we do,” Hermione huffed in amusement. “I mean not every time, since sometimes it’s just to help us fall asleep, but a lot of the time.”

Ron grinned, “That’s kind of hot. What do you girls think about then?”

She blushed, a little, and shrugged. “I don’t know,” she mumbled. “I guess it’s different with everyone. Sometimes I think about a guy I like, or that time the three of us were together, a few of the things I’ve seen Harry do lately, that kind of stuff.”

“What have you seen Harry do?” Ron asked in surprise, peering over her at his best mate.

“Well we were shagging for two weeks,” Harry said grinning, “So probably quite a lot. I can’t imagine that there’s much left unseen.”

“Oh, well, I guess I could see how…I mean that’d be something wouldn’t it…” Ron mumbled. He looked like wanted to say something further but struggled with it for a bit before clearing his throat and flushing lightly. “I was wondering…I mean it’s kind of one of my fantasies too I guess. Could I maybe, you know, watch you?” he asked flicking his gaze over the two of them.

Hermione blinked, “Us, like Harry and me?”

“Uh, yeah,” Ron mumbled, shrugging. “I mean if you don’t want to, it’s okay.”

Hermione felt her face begin to burn and didn’t quite know how to answer that. Sure she’d watched Blaise and then Harry and Draco, but she wasn’t so sure she wanted someone to watch her having sex with anyone. “Um, I don’t know if…”

Harry cut her off as he rose to his knees and threaded his long fingers into her hair. “It’s fine Hermione,” he said quietly, the beginnings of ‘intense Harry’ starting to show in his teasing emerald eyes. “It’ll be kind of fun.” When she started to protest softly, he leaned in and kissed her gently, tickling his tongue over her bottom lip. “This is just Ron ‘Mione. He’s seen you like this before, and this isn’t anything new for any of us, so just relax.”

“Okay,” she replied softly, smiling shyly at both young men. “I guess it’s okay. I’m just not sure what to do.”

“It’s Ron’s fantasy, so maybe he should tell us,” Harry said turning and grinning at his flame hair friend.

“Oh!” Ron said, wide eyed, sitting up and turning towards them. “Well usually I’d walk in on you guys somewhere in the middle, but I’d rather not miss the important first bits if you don’t mind,” he said, flushing and shrugging sheepishly.

“Was it in a bed?” Hermione asked, blushing and biting at her lip.

“Um, sometimes it’d be on Harry’s bed or mine, or sometimes in the Quidditch locker rooms showers against a wall,” Ron said with a small smile. “You know sort of a ‘congrats for winning’ sort of surprise for Harry, only I get to watch it.”

“I’ll have to remember that,” Hermione said with an amused giggle, deciding not to delve too deeply into why Ron didn’t say anything about her coming on to him in the showers. Maybe Ron wasn't quite as firmly straight as he professed.

“Me too,” Harry said with laugh. “Don’t suppose you could actually do that one, could you ‘Mione? That’d be a fantastic end to any game, win or loss. Definitely looking forward to the next game just to see what you’ll do now.”

She laughed and smacked his shoulder playfully. “How about I keep you suspense on that one?” Maybe she’d tell Draco about the fantasy and he could make an appearance instead. As much as she’d enjoyed having Harry in her bed, she knew that he’d been in Draco’s far more often during the holidays. She suspected that they were in the beginnings of a real relationship and wondered how much longer Harry would even come to her like this.

“You know,” Ron said thoughtfully. “I never thought about this seriously, but you two would make a pretty decent couple…I mean a real couple.”

Harry and Hermione both blinked at him. “Pardon?” Harry asked in surprise.

Ron flushed and shrugged. “Well I mean you get along great, you are sleeping together, you’re both pretty smart. It would probably work pretty well.”

“Except for the fact I don’t have a cock,” Hermione said, eyebrow raised at Ron. “Harry likes both and I only have one half of that. Besides both of us have other prospects that we’re experimenting with at the moment.” She was pretty sure that despite his love of the fairer sex, Harry would eventually stick to men almost exclusively.

“Who?” Ron asked in surprise. “How’d you go from good girl to experimenting in two weeks?”

Hermione shrugged and bit at her lip. “I don’t know. Blaise told me about guys liking me, so I explored a bit with him, Harry, and two other guys. I’ve only been a good girl because I didn’t know that guys even thought of me that way. None of them ever approached me.”

Ron flushed and scratched the back of his head. “Yeah, that’s probably our fault for telling other guys to stop talking about you that way. I mean would you want to go after a girl that’s best friends with Mr. All Powerful over there?” Ron asked waving vaguely at Harry, who raised a brow at him.

“Oh well, yes. That is a good point. They probably did think they’d get hexed, didn’t they?” she murmured.

“And if not by Harry or me, then definitely by you. You’re pretty scary ‘Mione,” Ron said with a teasing smile.

“Yeah, okay, so I guess I see why boys probably stayed away. But now they’re not so much and I want to play around a bit before I get serious with anyone,” she said with a shrug. “Speaking of…weren’t we supposed to be doing something besides chatting right now?” she asked flicking her brown eyes up to Harry’s green, and smiling a little at him.

“Oh definitely,” Harry purred in that wonderful voice she only ever heard in bed. He should really use it outside the bedroom and see where it got him. He pushed her back until she lost her balance and fell into her pillows and very nearly Ron.

Leaning over her, he covered her mouth with his in a slow, easy slide of lips and tongue. She hummed softly and slipped her fingers into his black hair, mussing it more than it usually was. His hair was one of the things she most heard mentioned by other girls. They loved the naturally messy look, like he’d just gotten out of bed (which was a nice place to imagine him being) or like he’d just returned from a long snogging session.

After bumping against his glasses several times she pushed him back a bit and pulled them off. Usually she’d just toss them to the side and hope they survived at this point, but instead she felt Ron take them from her and smiled against Harry’s lips. She was pretty nervous about Ron watching them, but then she’d watched Harry before and knew it was something worth seeing, so maybe this would be okay. She almost giggled when she decided that Harry Potter really was a bit of an exhibitionist. First Ginny, then herself and now Ron, watched him, not to mention whoever had come before.

“You like it when people watch, don’t you Harry?” she murmured into his mouth.

Harry pulled back a bit grinned down at her. “Perhaps.” He leaned in and kissed her fiercely. “I like to make whoever is under me scream until anyone watching knows for a fact how good I am,” he whispered seductively against her lips.

“You think you’re pretty good then, don’t you? Think you can make me scream Potter?” she taunted playfully. Of course he could. He’d made her scream things at night she’d never dare repeat in the light of day; things that made her blush whenever she remembered them. He could make her swear, spout fantasies and demand unspeakable things of him. She’d even quietly asked him, the night before, if he’d do what Draco had done to him their first night together. He hadn’t even asked for a clarification before he moved his lovely tongue from her clit downwards to her rosebud, a soft groan rising from his throat. It was really rather embarrassing afterwards, knowing she’d asked it of him, despite it being quite lovely.

“I know I can,” Harry said roughly. “I seem to remember you being quite hoarse two nights ago,” he growled softly, yanking her shirt open quite forcefully, scattering buttons everywhere. She squeaked in surprise and blushed when quite a lot of blood rushed south at the surprise assault. Harry could be lovingly gentle or intensely rough when he had sex with her, depending on his mood and how many times they had had sex during the night. He tended to get fairly gentle by morning, once most of his pent up lust had been worked out. It was rather obvious which he was going for this time, possibly for Ron’s benefit, or maybe just because of his presence.

He smirked at her, his clear emerald eyes darkening as they flicked over her bared chest. “’Mione, no bra?” Her medium breasts and small pink nipples peeked out from the folds of her shirt. Harry skimmed his hands over her flat belly and bent to tickle his tongue over one nipple.

“I took it off before we started our homework,” she admitted softly, flushing under Harry’s teasing. “I don’t like the wires digging into my skin while I study.”

“You were sitting there with no bra for three hours and we didn’t know about it?” Ron whined softly. “That’s just cruel ‘Mione.” He reached out to tweak her other nipple in teasing retaliation.

She giggled and pushed his hand away in surprise. “I didn’t think you’d care either way; maybe if I wasn’t wearing panties, but not the bra. It’s not like I’d announce either anyway.” Who goes to a study session and says, ‘oh by the way, I don’t have any panties on, who figured out the answer to number 3?’

Harry straightened up, eyes dark and questioning. “No panties, eh? Hermione studying with no panties on; now there’s a lovely image. I kind of like the idea of you sitting in the library all prim and proper, all the while knowing that underneath your very proper skirt and robes that you’re completely bare. Knowing that I could bend you over the table and slip right inside….”

He grinned and slid his hands up her thighs, taking her school skirt with them. Underneath she was wearing a lovely lacey pink pair of panties that she’d bought on her last trip to town. After all Blaise had her other pair of pink ones and she’d rather liked them. “Oh those are very nice,” Harry murmured in true appreciation. “Not as nice as none at all, but still very nice, sort of sweet and naughty all wrapped up in one lovely lacy package.” She almost giggled, remembering Blaise had said something very similar to her. She made a mental note to get more of this particular pair on her next shopping trip, as young men seemed rather partial to them. There was a nice little lingerie shop in town that most of the female students frequented when they wanted to find something pretty and comfortable to wear.

Harry leaned over her again, kissing her hard as his right hand slid over her pink lace covered center. He hummed low in pleasure as his fingers slid over the slick material, feeling the beginnings of her arousal seep through. His tongue darted out and tickled over hers as his fingers slid around the thin fabric and traced up her moist folds. “A good start,” he murmured, nipping at her bottom lip. “Let’s see what we can do about getting you nice and wet for me,” he murmured roughly, smiling slightly as he heard Ron’s breath suck in. He hadn’t entirely forgotten his best mate’s presence and didn’t mind playing up everything just a bit for his benefit.

Hermione moaned softly as Harry kissed her again and slid his middle finger up inside her body. He knew just where to curl that lovely long finger and press into a wonderfully sensitive spot deep inside. Gasping and arching up into his hand, she sucked on his tongue and bit at his lip. “Oh Harry,” she murmured, “That’s lovely. You’re really quite brilliant with that finger,” she sighed.

He chuckled softly and bent to nip at one of her nipples, tugging it between his teeth. Each time he’d done it, she couldn’t quite decide if she hated it or couldn’t get enough. It was a peculiar sensation that made her squirm away and arch into him, all at the same time. Rather than pull back at her discomfort, he simply switched nipples and repeated the tease with his teeth, all the while tickling over the sensitive spots deep inside her center.

“More,” she sighed arching into him in a plea for something she wasn’t sure of. He hummed in question and moved lower, nipping at her belly and dipping his tongue into her navel, drawing a giggle from her and a grin from him. “More,” she encouraged him, running her hands through his wild hair and pushing ever so subtly. Harry was brilliant with his tongue and very generous.

“Greedy,” he murmured from her navel, biting at the soft swell of her under belly. He reached for the zipper of her skirt with his free hand and tugged the pleated material down, along with her panties. She moaned in protest as he withdrew his finger from her core and yanked the skirt and panties off. He smirked at her and brought her panties to his face, inhaling them deeply. Harry growled and closed his eyes. “Fuck I love your smell ‘Mione.”

Her face flushed red at his words and her heart pounded as he opened his eyes and tossed the flimsy material to Ron. Ron grinned and caught them, repeating Harry’s actions and bringing the lace to his nose. “Oh very nice ‘Mione,” he purred. “I’d forgotten how nice you smell.” She squeaked in embarrassment at their intimate perusal of her most intimate scent. Boys were very strange creatures, she decided.

She squeaked again, in surprise, as she felt two of Harry’s finger slide back between her legs. Flicking her gaze down, she shuddered at the sight before her. Harry was watching her intently from his place, settled low between her spread legs. She knew very well what he was probably about to do, but she couldn’t help but blush; she always did. “You don’t have to…” she started to say softly, though she desperately hoped he’d do it anyway.

“Yes I do,” he hummed softly, leaning forward and tickling the tip of his tongue over the outer lips of her weeping center. “I like your smell, but I love the taste of you even more.” He leaned in further and lapped firmly over her wet core, from his knuckle deep fingers to her swollen little clit.

She cried out and arched her hips into his intimate caress. He’d done this several times, but it was still a strange sensation; one she truly relished. Harry was amazing with his tongue, absolutely stunning. She felt a soft puff of air as he chuckled, and then another teasing caress of his wicked tongue. “Oh Merlin,” she whimpered as he continued his long teasing strokes, mixed with teasing nips over her clit. “Oh Harry.”

“Mmm,” he hummed, suckling at her swollen clit and running his tongue over the tiny swollen shaft until she was arching up and gasping for air. He’d been with enough women to know she was intensely close to climax. He gently pulled his fingers from her, ignoring her protesting whimper, and pushing his thumb inside instead. He lapped over her again and very slowly, pressed his middle finger into her tight little rosebud.

Hermione groaned in surprise and pleasure at the strange sensation of Harry’s double penetration and the constant tease of his tongue over her throbbing clitoris. Her nerves and muscles were wound tight and tensed further as he teasingly began to thrust his hand, rubbing his thumb and finger together against the thin membrane separating them.

“Oh…Harry,” she ground out, arching hard and gasping as the first twinge of her climax hit. It was a crucial moment, where she couldn’t really stop it from happening, yet if Harry stopped, the delightful sensation would sputter out completely and she’d be too sensitive to touch. She felt her body tighten impossibly and opened her mouth in a silent scream, her lungs seizing, as her world exploded. A cry finally tore from her throat as her body quaked hard and pleasure rolled like fire through her belly, curling her toes, tightening her nipples and clamping her body down hard around his invading fingers.

“Oh fuck,” she heard Ron groan from her side, the familiar sound of slapping flesh indicating that Ron had started doing a bit more than just watch. As she opened her blurry eyes and turned her head to look over at him, she smiled at seeing him fiercely pumping his cock in one hand, and her panties clenched in the other.

Her heavy lidded gaze flicked to Harry next, as he rose up, face flushed with desire, glistening from her body, and eyes dark and intent. With a muttered charm and a little wandless magic, he was gloriously naked between her thighs in an instant. She gasped as he growled softly and thrust, in one hard motion, and sank into her sensitive body. “Oh Harry!” she panted as he repeated the motion, hard. Her legs slid around his narrow waist and her nails dug hard into his muscled back, reveling in the sensation of the glide of hard muscle and skin under her hands.

“That’s it,” he murmured, encouraging her groans and breathless praises. “Look at you ‘Mione. Fuck you’re beautiful.” He leaned down, pumping hard into her, and bit into the tender spot between her neck and shoulder. “Merlin you’re so fucking tight and wet!” he grunted against her damp flesh.

“Well isn’t this a delightful surprise,” an alarmingly familiar voice purred, cutting through the soft sounds of skin on skin and gasps of pleasure. “And here I thought we might study Potions together tonight, Hermione, but this is so much better.”

All three jerked their heads in Draco’s direction, leaning against the closed door, hands in his pockets. Ron squealed in surprise and yanked a free pillow over is erection. Harry scowled at the interruption and Hermione blushed furiously. She wondered if he’d be jealous, this being the first time he’d seen Harry inside Hermione. Harry didn’t look terribly worried, just a bit impatient as he paused, deep inside her warm core.

“What the fuck Malfoy?” Ron cried angrily. “Who invited you?”

“No one, but since Granger’s door wasn’t latched I decided to see if she was up for a little study session,” he said lazily scanning the scene before him. “Didn’t realize you’d put up a silencing charm until I walked in though. Good thing you did too, since I passed several students on the way here.”

“Well get out already,” Ron growled.

“I don’t think so,” Draco drawled with a slow smile spreading across his handsome face as he walked closer.

“Harry!” Ron cried, looking for a little muscle support in getting rid of Malfoy. He knew very well that Draco was stronger, magically, than him, but Harry beat out everyone in the school, aside from a few teachers.

“Why don’t you take care of Draco, Harry?” Hermione coaxed with a teasing smile, arching into him a bit and drawing a soft groan from him. He grinned and thrust hard twice before withdrawing completely with a soft groan and rolled from the bed.

Hermione watched with a slight smile as Harry moved towards Draco, completely unselfconscious of his nudity, cock glistening lewdly from her slick core. “Malfoy,” he greeted Draco softly.

“Potter,” Draco replied a little hesitantly, not quite sure if he was actually about to get tossed out on his rear by the savior of the wizarding world. He and Harry had gotten very close recently, but these were his best mates. Out of the corner of his eye he could see Weasley watching in amusement, likely wondering how Harry would do it.

“On your knees Malfoy,” Harry said in a soft, stern voice.

Draco barely hid his surprise, still not sure what the outcome of the request would be. At least Weasley looked just as curious and surprised by the odd request. Of course the moment Draco followed the command, the look slid into astonishment. A Malfoy listening to Harry Potter had to be a shock.

“Good boy,” Harry purred, stepping closer and sliding his right hand gently into Draco’s hair. “I think you can figure it out from here, don’t you think Malfoy?” he teased softly.

Draco’s eyes lowered to Harry’s glistening cock, smelling of male musk and aroused woman. He felt a fierce tightening in his groin and smiled slowly. As he leaned forward and grazed his lips over the thick head, he heard Weasely give a strangled gasp and Hermione a low chuckle. Apparently Weasely didn’t know that his best mates were sleeping with the enemy yet. He flattened his tongue and lapped over the red, swollen head. “Mmm, so that’s what Granger tastes like,” he murmured, flicking his gaze teasingly to Hermione. Despite his promise to find her again, he’d been far too busy with Harry to do so. Tasting her on Harry made him think that he might want to sneak her into another alcove again.

“You can do better than that Malfoy. Get on with it or I’ll go back to fucking ‘Mione and you can get out,” Harry growled at the teasing touch.

Draco smirked and opened his mouth, lapping over the thick head again as he took Harry deep into his mouth. Harry groaned and tightened his grip on Draco’s hair, pulling him in a bit more, hinting at what he really wanted. Draco would have smirked if he could have, but instead took a deep breath and relaxed. Gradually he eased his mouth over the black haired man, taking his thick cock deep, until his nose pressed into the short stiff curls around the base.

“Oh fuck me,” Ron murmured from the bed, staring in awe at the sight. This wasn’t quite what he’d envisioned when Harry had stalked up to the blond, but he wasn’t going to complain with the current result. He started when his pillow was tugged away forcefully and his lap and arms were suddenly full of warm, wet female. He turned his attention to Hermione as she grinned at him and sank down over his straining erection. His eyes rolled back briefly at the wonderful sensation of being surrounded by her warm, slick heat.

“Oh I love your cock Ron,” she murmured softly.

“More than Harry’s?” he teased gathering his composure, and turning all his attention to her, despite the erotic sounds and sights coming from a few feet away.

“Differently,” she replied, gasping and sliding up and down on him. “You’re nice and thick, filling me up, Draco is wonderfully long so he touches me deep, Harry’s a bit of both….”

“Don’t forget Snape,” Harry grunted from the side of the bed.

“He feels nice too, a bit like Harry, rough too,” she sighed, rocking happily on Ron’s lap.

“Snape?” Ron asked in surprise, gripping her hips to help guide her.

“He’s my apprenticeship Master now,” she said, her voice hitching in pleasure.

“And he’s fucked you already?” Ron grunted. “Pervert fucking his student,” he complained.

“Like you can talk,” Draco said thickly from his knees before Harry. “First you’re watching your best pals fuck and now your enemy sucking your mate’s cock. That puts you up there on the perverted list I’m afraid,” he purred. He stood, wincing from being on his knees for a bit. “So Potter, you going to fuck me some time tonight or what?”

“No, I think it’s your turn tonight,” Harry said nonchalantly, turning and bracing his hands on the mattress of Hermione’s bed, not a foot from Ron’s hip and Hermione’s clasping knees. He threw a questioning look and a small smile over his shoulder at his blond lover.

Ron gapped and Draco grinned at him. “What Potter didn’t tell you that Granger isn’t the only one he started fucking over the holidays? She’d know after all. She watched us a couple of times, frigging herself senseless every time.”

“Mmm,” Hermione agreed, nodding and rocking steadily on him. He felt his balls begin to clench as a flush of arousal spread down her neck and over her tightened breast. It would seem there was a lot he didn’t know about his seemingly sweet ‘Mione. Barely pausing in her movements she leaned forward a bit and grabbed a small bottle off her bedside table, tossing it to Draco.

Draco caught it with a smile, recognizing the lubricant bottle that matched the one she’d given him earlier that week. With a muttered charm, he was naked and moving towards Potter’s muscled body. “Ever see a guy get thoroughly buggered Weasley?” he purred, pouring a bit of the lubricant over is cock before setting the bottle safely aside. When Ron shook his head, gasping under Hermione’s attentions, Draco grinned. “Oh you’re going to love this then.” He stroked his hand down Harry’s muscle back. “Potter is a delight to fuck. He swears like a sailor.”

Harry shot a glare over his shoulder and spread his legs impatiently. “Merlin Draco, shut your mouth already. While you’re blabbering I’m losing my erection here.”

“My apologies,” Draco murmured silkily, stepping forward and gripping Harry’s hips, sliding the slicked head of his cock over the valley of Harry’s muscle ass. With one last smirk at Ron and Hermione he reached down and gripped his cock, pressing carefully as he found the tight pucker of Harry’s entrance. “Have you ever fucked somebody this way Weasley?” he asked tightly, pressing slowly forward, pausing as Harry tensed slightly at the initial breech of his body. Despite two weeks of regular sex, Harry still wasn’t entirely used to being a bottom. More often than not, the honor went to Draco, so when he got his chance to top, he tried to make it worth Harry’s while.

“No I haven’t,” Ron grunted, nails digging into Hermione’s hips. He was so fucking close, he didn’t think he’d last much longer, especially watching Draco bugger his best mate a foot away.

“Mmm,” Draco hummed, rocking forward slowly and then drawing back a bit. “It’s important…mmm…it’s important that you go slow…wait for their body to relax around your cock. An ass is nothing like a pussy. It doesn’t open up and let you slide in with just one push. It has to be coaxed and teased open, but the reward is so sweet in the end,” he groaned softly, coming to a stop deep inside Harry’s tight body. Harry groaned in unison, arching slightly and sighing.

Draco reached around and slid his fingers around Harry’s cock that had gone limp during his penetration. It didn’t worry him, since several of his partners had the same reaction to a penetration. He knew with Harry, he would be rock hard again in a few moments anyway.

“I’m not really into guys,” Ron mumbled, gasping and nibbling at Hermione’s neck. Though he had to admit that if he had to bugger anyone, Malfoy or Harry would be ideal choices for experimentation.

“So fuck some girl then,” Draco gasped. “Granger loves it, just ask Potter,” he said leaning forward and tickling his tongue up Harry’s sweaty spine, drawing a groan from the green eyed man.

“I do,” Hermione sighed, arching and biting her lip. “It feels really nice after a bit.” She lifted off of Ron’s swollen length and slid forward against his flat, trembling belly. Reaching back, she held his tip in place as she slowly pressed down on him, relaxing as best she could as his slick, wide length slid just inside her tight bottom.

Ron’s eyes damn near crossed as an unbelievable tightness slid around his hypersensitive length. It was all he could do not to explode before he was even half inside her. “Oh fuck,” he wheezed. “Stop a moment ‘Mione,” he gasped, gripping her buttocks tightly. “I’m gonna…oh shit!” he grunted as she slid down and he felt the fierce surge of his orgasm explode across his belly and groin. Jerking hard into her, he spilled himself deep inside her body.

“Sorry…sorry,” he gasped a moment later, flushed in arousal and embarrassment. When he opened his eyes, instead of looking irritated, Hermione looked strangely pleased. “What are you smiling about?” he grumbled, blushing.

“I kind of like knowing I can make a guy lose complete control like that,” she said smugly.

He grunted and relaxed back against the pillows and headboard. “Yeah well, now you’re going to have to wait a few minutes before I’ll be in any shape to do the same to you,” he complained good-naturedly. She shrugged, unconcerned.

Ron flicked his crystal eyes towards Draco and Harry and flushed at the scene. Hermione followed his gaze and smiled. Draco had pinned Harry roughly into the mattress and was riding into him hard, teeth grazing over Harry’s neck and back. Harry was flushed and panting, arching into Draco’s thrusts and bites encouragingly. It was really quite lovely seeing the way their muscled bodies worked in tandem, arching, bending, and thrusting, their breath panting out harshly and their reddened skin gleaming with perspiration.

“Come on Malfoy,” Harry gasped out, jerking his hips back hard into Draco’s thighs. “Can’t you do any better than that? I’m not going to fucking break.”

Draco growled and thrust hard, shoving Harry hard into the mattress and drawing a curse and a grunt from him. “Greedy bitch,” Draco spat at his partner. “It’s never enough is it?”

“Never,” Harry agreed breathlessly. “Fuck your hard tonight,” he groaned in appreciation moments later. “You missed me today didn’t you?” Harry panted.

Draco groaned, jerking his hips hard into the muscle ass of his lover. “I was watching you in DADA this afternoon…I got hard watching you cast that curse at Goyle,” he whispered against Harry’s sweat slicked back. “I wanted to…to drag you off somewhere to fuck me after…Merlin!” he gasped, shuddering. “The way your eyes darken…the magic that crackles in the air whenever you get worked up…Merlin I nearly came in my trousers watching it.”

Ron and Hermione watched in fascination as the two taunted each other between groans and thrusts, thinking it had to be the strangest short of love play they’d ever witnessed. Not that it wasn’t still hot to see anyway, proven by the gradual revival of Ron’s half wilted length. Hermione grimaced at first at the odd sensation of having him harden inside her tender bottom, but after a moment adjusted to him and began to move on him.

Ron gritted his teeth, surprised at how quickly his second orgasm began to build in her tight heat. “Merlin ‘Mione, you’re going to kill my credibility in bed. I don’t think I’m going to last long here.”

Harry wasn’t fairing much better either. He was clutching desperately at the covers of Hermione’s bed, teeth gritted in a grimace of pleasure as Draco rolled his hips hard into him. Ron watched through slit eyes, attention split between the woman in his lap and the oddly arousing sight of his best friend tensing up and spilling cum across Hermione’s red bedspread, crying out Draco’s name breathlessly. He’d seen Harry come several times, since they often wanked together, but none of them were quite as compelling at this one, even when Harry had come in Hermione’s mouth that first time.

Draco grinned tightly in triumph for a moment and then grimacing and jerking against Harry’s muscled rear as he spilled himself deep inside Harry’s body.

At the same moment Hermione slid her hand between her legs and threw her head back, quaking against him in orgasm. Ron felt a sharp clench in his belly and grabbed Hermione’s faltering hips, thrusting up into her. Frustrated at the odd angle, he spilled her backwards on the bed, very nearly hitting Harry who was recovering against the covers, Draco pressed heavily against his back. Knees pressed to her chest, calves over his shoulders, Hermione gasped as Ron thrust hard for a few short moments before stilling and spilling himself for a second time that night, deep inside her tight body, a loud shout of pleasure ripping from his chest. With a final groan he fell to his side, pressing a kiss to Hermione’s sweaty forehead and gathering her in a loose embrace.

There was a moment of stillness, filled only with the panting of four young people, resting and taking in all that had just happened. Finally, as Draco pulled gingerly from him, Harry waved his hand vaguely and muttered a cleansing charm. They all sighed as much of the dampness from their activities disappeared. Ron was the first to move, tugging off his pants and shirt, which had never actually come off during all of it.

Coaxing Hermione up, Ron tugged the covers down on the wide bed. “Come on you three. We need to get some sleep or we’ll never make it through tomorrow,” he said to the others. Soft groans of protest floated through the room, but after a few minutes of rearranging themselves and widening the bed a bit, they settled around each other, none of them even bothering to suggest that they all just find their own bed.