Freedom

A/N: Again, I'm sorry for the long wait. I know that you all were waiting patiently for this chapter, and I sure hope I delivered. I was slightly diverted from this story to my oneshot smutty Draco/Hermione piece that I just posted, called 'The Shirt' (and yes this is me shamelessly promoting it, so go read it!), and I was practically kidnapped by one of my friends who took me to Edinburgh this weekend, so no writing for me. Here it is though, hope you enjoy it.

Oh, and to lilbitbord: I love Ann Arbor. I have a few friends there, so I visited there often. I'm from the South Lyon area, so right by there. :)

Chapter 9

As Hermione walked slowly into Draco and Charlie’s bedroom (she still couldn’t process that it was now her room as well), she was getting very jittery about what she was supposed to do. She had never been an exhibitionist. It was one thing to let one of the boys watch while she was with the other one, but to have a completely outside third-party,—or was it fourth?— whom have never really see any of them naked, watch the three of them together was making Hermione extremely nervous.

And it didn’t help that she didn’t like the fact that it was Jessica, who Charlie had said had a large crush on him (which by default made Hermione not like her), that was going to watch them. Hermione felt more like she should hide her boys away from her rather than show them off in all their glory. Jessica had already caught a glimpse of more than Hermione would like, seeing her and Charlie together like that…against a door, for Merlin’s sake. Why couldn’t Hermione have just kept it in her pants! Then they wouldn’t be in this situation.

Draco and Charlie seemed to be completely comfortable letting another woman watch them have sex. Draco immediately dragged in a chair for her, and gave her a seat in a place where she would have the best view. He did tell her to stay in the chair, which was one thing that was good about this—no touching was a big rule.

“Charlie, Draco, I’m not sure if I can do this,” Hermione said softly, away from Jessica’s prying ears. They both comforted her.

“Babe, just pretend she’s not even here,” Draco said with a smile.

“It’s not like we’re going to let her do anything,” Charlie encouraged.

Hermione stole a glance back at Jessica and frowned. “I don’t like it. I don’t want to show you guys off, you’re mine.”

They both looked somewhat lost. What would they do? They had promised Jessica that they would let her watch them shag, but now Hermione was having second thoughts.

“Wait a second,” Hermione’s face suddenly lit up with a gigantic grin. “You’re mine.”

“Yes,” Charlie said, smiling, though still looking confused.

“You’re mine,” she repeated. “Not hers. Mine.”

“What are you getting at, love?” Draco asked.

She smiled brightly at them. Then she whipped out her wand, and before they knew it, their hands were being bound by invisible ties and dragged towards the ceiling until they were both standing on tip-toe.

“What are you doing?” Charlie asked, suddenly snarky.

“Did I say that you could speak?” Hermione asked him loudly, making sure that Jessica could hear. She transfigured a pillow into a dagger and brought it to the front of Charlie’s shirt.

“Hermione,” he warned.

“Shh,” she said in a soft voice as she kissed her way across Charlie’s collar bone. “Whichever one of you makes a sound first will be punished,” she smirked. Charlie threw a look over at Draco, but it seemed as though Draco was enjoying this side of Hermione, licking his lips as he stared hungrily at their beautiful witch. Charlie knew that Hermione was jealous, that she wanted to show Jessica that they belonged to her, but stringing them up from the ceiling and playing with a dagger was not the way to do that. Letting them fuck her silly would be the better way, wouldn’t it?

Hermione traced the edge of the dagger across Charlie’s collar bone, and even though he wasn’t sure if he liked this new, dangerous-looking Hermione, his cock sure did, as it jumped up to attention without his consent. However, the little bastard liked to do that a lot around either Hermione or Draco, and it could just be the smell of her that made the little traitor stand at attention, and not the way that she was looking into his eyes like he was an oasis and she a parched woman.

She brought the dagger to the collar of his t-shirt, and slowly began dragging it down to slice open the front, leaving the poor thing hanging open, his chest bared to the hungry girl. She kissed his chest once, and then moved over to Draco. She kissed Draco fully on the mouth before bringing the dagger to his shirt and, even though it was a button-up—sliced his shirt open.

Draco’s eyes were so dark with lust that they looked like iron rather than the quicksilver that they usually were. If looks could fuck, Hermione would be on her third orgasm by now. He was breathing harshly and his erection looked painfully hard as he took in Hermione’s sexy form, now kissing her way down his chest and to his stomach. She licked right below his navel, and then moved back over to Charlie, leaving Draco silently stewing in lust.

With Hermione’s only past relationship being with an abusive husband, they had never tried any sort of Sado-Masochism in bed. Draco and Charlie occasionally partook in some ‘slap and tickle’ when Hermione was not there, but they never thought to bring Hermione into anything like that for fear that it would only remind her of her soon-to-be-ex-husband. However, as she sliced off the rest of Charlie’s shirt, and then cut his trousers and boxers from him, it seemed that Hermione might like that kind of stuff. She had always been dominated and, Charlie realised, for once she wanted to be in control.

When Charlie was finally naked, hard and aching for her, Hermione finally began to remove her own clothes. She walked back towards the bed, looking coyly down as she unbuttoned her shirt, revealing a black lace bra below it. Tossing the shirt on the floor, she then undid the clasp on her skirt and let it fall to the floor, matching knickers lying beneath.

Then, with dagger in hand, she approached Draco, removing the remainder of his clothes. His trousers and boxers falling to the floor in a julienned heap. He looked so close to moaning, so close to screaming aloud for her to take him. His body was taut with need and Charlie thought that he had never looked so attractive. Usually, when Draco wanted something, especially one of them, he got it. When he wanted anything, his good looks and loquaciously quirky sense of humor brought any person, woman or man, to do his bidding. He was a force to be reckoned with when he was angry, and when he was absolutely consumed with lust as he was now…well, Charlie knew that Hermione wouldn’t be walking anywhere tomorrow.

After running her hands lightly over Draco’s now naked bum, Hermione then walked back over to Charlie. She moved her hand up his stomach, brushing lightly through his happy trail, and all the way up to his collar bones. Then she stood on tip-toe, taking his mouth in a brutal kiss. Charlie loved kissing that way; it was his kiss, the way that he had taught her to kiss. No more was there the shy woman who wouldn’t even touch her tongue to his, now she was sucking his tongue into her own mouth and nibbling and sucking on it as she did with his coc—“Ugh.”

Immediately she stopped. Charlie looked up at her and his eyes went wide with fright. He had made a sound. But really, how the hell could he not when she was doing those things with her mouth. Charlie looked over to Draco, who was smirking like a madman. Hermione looked up at him and smiled sadly, “Oh, Charlie. You were so close! Merlin, one more touch to Draco and he would have caved.” She smiled. “Look at him,” she murmured. “Doesn’t he look so fuckable right now? He all hard and already sweating and, Merlin, I’m so wet from just looking at him.” Draco struggled against his bonds. “Now, Charlie, you made a sound, and that means you’re going to have to be punished.”

Charlie moaned again. He wasn’t sure what kind of torture that she had in store for him, but if it involved anything so that he could get some pressure to his aching erection, he would gladly take whatever she had to offer.

“Do you want to know how I’m going to punish you, Charlie?” she asked, walking back over to the bed. She turned away from them and undid the clasp on her bra. Charlie bit back a moan. Merlin, even after five years she was still incredibly sexy as hell. She took the elastic on the sides of her knickers and moved it slowly down her body, throwing her head back to give them a wink while letting the underwear fall to the floor. She climbed up on the bed and lay down against the pillows. She grabbed her wand and settled it on Charlie. He looked eagerly into her eyes. Merlin, if she made him eat her out for hours, he would enjoy that too! What could she possibly have in store?

She then moved her wand over and released Draco’s bonds instead. Shocked, Draco stood there long enough to realise that he was free before practically running (though his grace and Pureblood poise would never allow it to be called running) to the bed, standing by it like an eager slave willing to do her bidding.

She looked at Charlie. “I’m going to punish you, Charlie, by making you watch me and Draco fuck.” Draco immediately pounced on the bed, kissing his way up her bended leg until he got to the knee and then he spread her open, moving his body between her gorgeous legs.

For a minute, Charlie thought that it wouldn’t be too bad to watch Hermione and Draco fuck. Merlin, he had seen it a hundred times before, but he realised that he was still tied to the ceiling by her invisible bonds, and his cock was hard enough to cut diamonds. He moaned again as he watched Draco lick and suck his way through her cunt before quickly moving his lithe body up hers and plunging into her without a second thought.

“Oh, fuck, Draco!” she moaned.

Draco moaned out loud, and Charlie realised it was the first sound he had made since Hermione had tied them to the ceiling. He was surprisingly good at being dominated, Charlie thought. Though, being born with a silver spoon in his mouth, he had probably gotten every single thing he had ever wanted (including Charlie and Hermione), and was not used to being denied anything. So maybe it was just his way of winning, again. If he was utterly quiet and Charlie was not, it was again something that he had gotten that he had wanted, even if he had had to submit to Hermione (which wasn’t altogether a terrible option) to do that. As long as the end result happened (as Charlie was absolutely sure it was, as he watched him fucking her hard into the poor mattress), Draco would do anything.

Draco was taking his time though. He was thrusting into her hard, but pulling out with a teasing slowness. His mouth was latched to the side of her neck and though one hand was supporting his weight, the other was grazing her skin lightly, flowing softly over her eyelids, her nose, her lips, her neck, her chest, spending a few moments on her incredibly sensitive nipples (which, they had found, were only more sensitive when she was pregnant). “Oh, sweet Merlin, Hermione,” Draco moaned loudly. “Oh, fuck, I love you.”

“Ugh, Draco, love you too,” she moaned. “Oh, harder, please!”

And Draco did just that, thrusting hard into their witch, over and over, playing with her body as he pleasured her with his. His feather-light touches finally reached where they met and Hermione moaned as she threw her head back and arched her body against Draco, making a guttural sound as she reached her climax.

But Draco wasn’t stopping. He pulled out of her and flipped her over onto her stomach, pulling her up onto her hands and knees. She collapsed out of sheer exhaustion from her last orgasm, but Draco again pulled her up and this time she stayed. He pushed back into her, stuffing her full, again and again, as he now played with her breasts, hanging so deliciously there. And soon Hermione moaned again, arching her back, Draco kissing down her spine as he finally sunk deep into her and came with a shout of her name.

Hermione collapsed. Her shoulders hit first, then her hips, then Draco’s atop her. He rolled them over to the side and began kissing her neck. “Oh, Merlin, Draco, that was amazing.”

“Hermione Jane Granger! I swear to Godric, if you don’t let me go this instant, I will fuck you for a straight week without letting you orgasm,” Charlie almost screamed. He could tell that they were about to go to sleep on him, that they were getting all cuddled up and would probably be pulling the duvet over themselves for a long nap, but Charlie was so fucking hard and he didn’t care how he got off at the moment, he just needed to.

She had the gall to giggle, rolling back over onto her back and grabbing her wand. Charlie felt his bonds free and he walked almost angrily towards the bed. “Well, you’ve been punished, Charlie,” she said in a soft voice. “What do you want as a reward for taking your punishment so well?” His eyes roamed over her body, her lush, gorgeous body. He looked back up into her eyes and she was smiling. “Then come and get it.”

He cast a quick cleaning spell on her and laughed when Draco glared at him. “I don’t like sloppy seconds,” he told Draco. Then he grabbed Hermione’s ankles and pulled her legs off the side of the bed, so that her hips were right at the edge. Hermione looked lustily into his eyes as he bent over her, but then he flipped her over, pulling her even further off the bed as he spread her open for himself. He slammed into her, her legs going awkwardly around his waist as he pounded into her. He smiled as she started moaning loudly. “I know you liked being in control Hermione,” Charlie said in a soft voice. “But I also know that you love being dominated by us,” he smiled as he slapped one of her arsecheeks. “You love being helpless to the pleasure that we give you.”

“Oh, Charlie, yes, more!”

“Damn, Charlie, you’re fucking hot right now,” Draco murmured from the bed. Charlie could see him stroking his burgeoning erection. That man was far too horny for his own good.

Charlie thrust hard into Hermione and then moaned, “Suck him off, Hermione. Take care of him while I take care of you.” Draco moved closer to her and she immediately took him in her mouth. Charlie ran a hand down her side, grabbing her arse as he pushed harder into her. “Good Godric, Hermione,” Charlie moaned as she squeezed her inner muscles, sucking him further into her heat. “Ugh.” He brought his hand down to her clit, knowing that he was going to come soon. He circled her clit and her hips bucked against him, driving him further in still. He pushed on the little fleshy button and she groaned as loudly as she could while her mouth was filled with Draco’s cock.

Charlie let loose, his come exploding out of his body and into hers. She moaned again, and Charlie saw Draco’s hips bucking under her ministrations as she brought him to his second orgasm, swallowing down his seed like a pro.

Charlie slipped out of her and collapsed onto the bed next to Draco. They both pulled Hermione up to lay between them as they kissed and hugged and tried to calm their crazy heartbeats.

“Oh, Merlin fuck was that hot!”

All three of them jumped at the voice that was not any of theirs. “Oh, bugger, I forgot you were here,” Charlie laughed, seeing Jessica sitting on the chair with her skirt flipped up, her knickers askew and her fingers incredibly wet. From the looks on Hermione and Draco’s faces, they had also completely forgotten about the girl watching them have sex. He supposed it was for the best though. Though Hermione had started the night obviously trying to show off to Jessica that they were both hers, it was obvious that she wouldn’t have done half of that stuff if she had remembered that Jessica was in the room.

“Well,” Draco drawled suddenly, his voice a far cry from the harsh moaning it had been before. “We’ve done what you asked, now get out.”

“Don’t be so mean, Draco,” Hermione said suddenly. “I understand her. You two are the most incredibly handsome men in the world. Really, I think the only way it could be better is if Harry joined in—”

“You want Potter to join us?” Draco asked in disgust.

“No!” Hermione said. “I was just saying that you three are amazingly attractive. So I understand that Jessica here would want to see you two like that. To see how incredible you are at making a woman beg and scream your names. It’s completely understandable. Not that I liked her threatening us, and not that I’ll ever want to do that again, but don’t be so mean to her when she saw an opportunity to act out a fantasy and took it.”

“Fine,” Draco pouted. “Jessica, we kept our end of the bargain, can you please leave now?”

Charlie got up from the bed and after repairing his boxers, threw them on. “I’ll see her out,” he said, opening the door and leaving the room.

Jessica got up from the chair and went over to Hermione and Draco. “Thank you so much, Hermione. Thank you for sharing them with me.”

“You’re welcome,” Hermione said with a smile.

She left the room and Hermione heard Charlie show her out the door. Locking it behind her.

Charlie came back into the bedroom and smiled as he lay down with his two lovers. “Well, that was interesting.”

“Yes it was,” Draco smiled.

“But it’s never happening again,” Hermione scolded.

“Not even for Potter?” Draco joked.

Hermione shook her head admonishingly. “I don’t want to have sex with Harry, Draco. And I don’t want to have him watch us, I was just making a comparison on attractiveness…”

“So you think that we’re the same attractiveness as Harry?” Charlie asked.

“Oh, would you two just shut up and go to sleep. I don’t know about you, but I was just shagged gloriously by two of the most attractive men in Britain and I would like to get some sleep.”

“Fine, fine,” Draco said, pulling her close to his body. “But this weekend you know we’re going to try out some more of this domination stuff, right?”

Hermione looked embarrassed. “I don’t know what possessed me to do that,” she frowned.

“It was fucking hot,” Draco said with a smile.

“Charlie didn’t like it,” Hermione said, looking over at him.

Charlie frowned. “I didn’t like it at first, but it really was amazingly attractive to see you like that, Hermione. And I think if I’m more prepared next time, I would love it as much as Draco obviously did.”

“Really?” she asked.

“Yes,” he said. “You’re so beautiful.”

She shook her head and buried it into his chest. They fell into a peaceful silence that was soon filled with Hermione’s tiny snores. Charlie and Draco curled up against their witch, and soon fell asleep along side her.

A/N: Please review! More to come soon. :)