A Day At The Office

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, don't sue me please!

A/N: My first story on the site, be nice please!

She walked quickly down the hall, not really seeing anything as her eyes were filled with tears. How could he do this to her? He was the only one that she had ever loved and now he had thrown her aside for some bimbo. She threw herself against a wall on the side of the hall, then sank to her knees and fell backwards, lying across the hallway, staring sightlessly towards the ceiling.

She didn't have passion, he had said. There was no excitement when they had sex, there was nothing.

Not even love could change that.

She closed her eyes and sobbed miserably to herself. Damn him, damn him to bloody perdition! She wasn't going to sit around and cry over a lost cause, there was nothing there for them to continue on, she wasn't going to force him.

She felt so distraught, she wasn't a passionate person and that made her angry. She wanted to know what it would feel like to have sex with someone that could bring out the passion in her.

Someone that was not Ron Weasley.

"Are you all right, Hermione?" came a sweet voice. One she could definitely use right now.

"Ron and I broke up," she said to her best friend.

"It's about bloody time," Harry Potter said in a stern voice.

"What?" Hermione asked, opening her eyes, the bright green clashing with her hazelnut brown.

"You have been miserable since you started dating. You deserve someone better, Hermione, someone who makes you happy."

"And where am I supposed to find someone like that? No one else likes me! I just wish that once I could have sex and not feel like a corpse."

Harry cringed at the thought of Hermione lying motionless on Ron's bed as he used her for his own pleasure. "Hermione, I—I think I can help you..." Harry started.

"Do you know someone?" Hermione asked hopefully.

"Well, it might be a little weird but I promise you it will be worth it," Harry said. "And I know he'll want it as well."

"What do you mean weird, he's not like a sadist or something, is he?" Hermione asked.

Harry lifted her from the floor with a strong arm. "Just follow me," he said.

Hermione acquiesced and followed her raven-haired friend. After saying a hello to some of the other people working at the office that day, Harry led her into a small room used for business meetings. As soon as the door opened there came a low growl from within as Harry was pinned against the closing door and lips descended on his, the door slamming shut with a thud. Hermione whirled around to see bright white platinum locks, blocking her view of her best friend. It was then that she realised that this was Malfoy in the room and that he was kissing Harry.

Wait? He was *kissing* Harry?

Hermione poked the handsome blonde on the shoulder and he ignored her. She cleared her throat. "Er...Harry?" she asked and Harry finally summoned enough strength to shove the blonde off of him. Hermione took in his dishevelled appearance, his glasses askew, his shirt shoved up out of his pants—which were unbuttoned already. "Sorry, I'll leave, I didn't know that you two were—"

"Hermione, don't leave," Harry said, amazed that she was taking this much better than he thought she would.

"Well, you two obviously have some business to attend to..." This was rewarded by a grunt from the Slytherin who hadn't spoken yet. Then Malfoy's eyes widened and he swung them to Harry's in question. Harry seemed to read the question and nodded. Hermione was confused by this gesture.

"Finally," Draco murmured and grabbed Hermione around the waist, hauling her against himself as he took her mouth and kissed her deeply, shoving his tongue in. Her eyes opened wide in surprise and she tried to push the man away, but he backed her against the wall and held her immobile as he plundered her mouth.

Hermione felt heat growing her stomach at the fierce kisses, their bruising nature yet strangely gentle. She felt his tongue stroke against hers and, tentatively, she stroked back, feeling the warmth curl tighter in her belly. Soon they were lost to the sensations and full out snogging when a clearing of a throat interrupted them. Harry was leaning back where he had been with a smug grin on his face. "Is that what you wanted to feel, Hermione?" he asked.

Hermione looked up into Draco's stormy grey eyes, she remembered the kisses they had just shared and remembered that even when Ron was inside her it did not feel that way. She sighed, "Yes." And as she expected a smug smirk took over the blonde's features.

"You can have more, Hermione. Draco and I have wanted you for a while now. As I said, it might be weird, but do you think you could handle both of us?" he asked, a little worried that she would refuse, but hoping that his lover's kisses would persuade her.

Hermione looked shocked. Her eyes moved from face to face, reading sincerity in both of them. Both of them wanted her. She looked into Draco's dark eyes and saw lust and desire but there was also a bit of uncertainty. When she looked into Harry's she saw similar emotions. They were afraid that she would refuse.

As if she could!

She gently cupped a hand on Draco's face, her palm brushing the fair skin there. Then her hand slipped around his neck and she dragged him back to her, wanting more of those kisses.

He complied—quite happily.

He then lowered his kisses down her jawline and to her throat, kissing and suckling gently on the skin. He started to hum against her skin and the vibrations made her even more aroused, grabbing his soft blond hair in her hands. She could feel him smirk against her skin but she didn't care. He moved his hands to her shirt, popping each button open with ease and then ripping it free of her constrictive skirt. His large palm found one of her breasts and he started kneading it, abraiding a nipple with his thumb—she could tell it was calloused, even through the material of her bra. "You're beautiful," she heard him say, "Amazing."

Hermione skin flushed, not just from his undeserved compliment but from his actions as well. Suddenly she was turned away from the wall as Draco backed against it and then she felt another pair of Quidditch calloused hands on her. "Mmm, Harry," she said as he moved his hands over her back and with ease stripped her of her bra. He reached around her to play with the breast that Draco was not suckling, his fingers brushing lightly over the nipples.

Hermione arched her back against Harry, pushing herself further into Draco's mouth. No, it had never been like this with Ron. There was none of the heat, the passion, the intense desire so strong that Hermione thought she might die from an arrested orgasm. She barely felt the whisp of material of her skirt before it was gone, leaving her only in her knickers, white ones—granny ones.

The boys didn't care.

Hermione realised that she was practically naked and both of them were fully dressed. She started to make amends of that situation, pulling Draco back up to her mouth from her breast, kissing him fiercely as she ripped his shirt down the middle. He pulled back and looked hungrily into her eyes. She practically melted from the heat. In a matter of seconds, Harry had her knickers off, throwing them lazily across the room, not caring that it would take her forever to find them. As soon as she pushed the oxford over Draco's shoulders she started to work on his trousers, trying to free his heavy erection from its prison.

Draco wrapped his arms around Hermione and pulled Harry in close so that they made a Hermione sandwich. Hermione moaned as she felt the hardness of her long-time enemy against her stomach and a likewise problem of her best friend poking into the small of her back. She eased up on a tiptoe to press her core against Draco's erection, moaning at the pleasure that the simple act could make. Harry began pressing his erection against her arse and soon Hermione's feet were no longer touching the floor as she began to ride the two boys, one against her centre and the other against her arse.

She moaned loudly and shuddered as an orgasm swept through her, both boys—men, she corrected—holding her up for support until she rode it out, still moving against them. She was let slowly to her feet as she watched Harry and Draco quickly detach themselves from her and move away. She was sad for a moment, she had wished that they were not done, she enjoyed the pleasure so very much. Then she realised that they had only pulled away to remove the balance of their clothing. Relief washed through her.

Before she could understand what was happening, she was lifted up into strong male arms, looking up she found that it was Harry that was carrying her over to the table in the conference room. He set her down on the table so that only her knees and down hung off as she lay across it. Without a single forethought he plunged inside of her, one hand gently cupping a breast as the other tangled in her mass of curls, bringing her up a little as he leaned down to kiss her, her first kiss with Harry. She found it just as arousing as Draco's kisses.

Harry pulled away and looked at the blond Slytherin standing by, watching them fuck on the table. Then he turned back to Hermione, "Hermione have you ever...er...had someone up your bum?" he asked.

"Do you really think...ah—" she bit her lip as he slammed into her harder. "Ron would do that?" she finished.

"'tis true, my love," Draco said. "I shall wait my turn then, but soon we will take you that way, I've been told it's a wonderful experience to have two cocks inside you at the same time. Surely you could spare a bit of pain for as much pleasure as you would receive from having both mine and Harry's dicks inside you."

Hermione nearly screamed out at just the words. She wanted to know how that felt very badly. She looked down at his hardened shaft and noticed that it was at least twice as thick as Ron's and a lot longer. She could also tell that Harry's was a good deal larger that Ron's as well, filling her completely as Ron never could. "Yes," was all she could moan out, not sure if it was an answer to Draco's statement or to the feelings of Harry pounding into her, taking her gently yet hastily. Hermione arched her back as Harry sunk deep inside her and released his seed, causing her to tip into an orgasm of her own. Harry pulled out of her quickly and Draco dropped to his knees between her legs, his mouth suctioned to her, drinking in both her and Harry's release.

His tongue slid through her folds and plunged into her, lapping up everything he could, loving the taste of his lover and Hermione together. He then gently nipped at her clit and to his surprise she clenched her muscles, moaned, and came again. He stood and as Harry, thrust deep into her with one stroke. She was so hot and tight and wet! Gods, she had already had three orgasms and Draco would be damned if he could not make her cum again. He took her a little slower than Harry had but with his cock being a bit longer he hit more sensitive spots inside her, careening her towards an edge that she wanted to fall over again.

With each thrust he nudged against her most feminine core and she was already so aroused by the entire situation that she could not hold back as her body broke for the fourth time in less than an hour and she screamed into Draco's mouth as she climaxed, feeling the hot spurt of liquid that told her that Draco had also succumbed to the pleasure.

She fell exhausted onto the table-top, holding a hand to her forehead, clearing away the sweat on her brow.

And Ron said that she wasn't passionate. Well, four orgasms definitely proved that wrong. Then Hermione looked up at the two men who had just made love to her. They were locked in a tight embrace and kissing passionately and she didn't think she had seen a more erotic sight. She closed her eyes and smiled.

"How soon?"

A/N: Review and I may make a sequel.