More Dirty Little Secrets

Back by popular demand – a sequel to Dirty Little Secrets! Hope you enjoy it. Let me know. Anyone looking for updates on WAWN or my other fictions can check my live journal (address on my author’s page). I’m posting the new chapters there until AFF is fully working again.

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More Dirty Little Secrets


“What’s the matter with you today?” Ron asked, noticing that Hermione seemed a bit nervous. She had been rushing to her classes all day and giving short, curt answers to all questions turned her way.

“Nothing,” she replied, grumpily. They were standing outside the Potions classroom and Professor Slughorn was late as usual.

Hermione wanted to run. It was just yesterday that she had shagged Blaise and Draco in the supply cupboard and now she would have to sit in the same room with them for Double Potions. So far she hadn’t run into them as she had purposely skipped breakfast. Gods! What have I done? They were probably telling all their friends about her. Well, if they did, she’d tell about them, about their secret affair.

“Is it Colin? Is he still bothering you?” Harry asked.

“I really don’t care about Colin,” she snapped.

“Fine,” Ron snapped back. “Have your little snit then. Talk to me when you’re back to normal.” He turned away from her and frowned in the direction of their Potions professor, who was lumbering down the hallway.

It was then that Hermione felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. Her skin seemed to tingle with an invisible energy as she sensed…

Turning her head to look over her shoulder, her breath caught when she noticed Blaise and Draco leaning up against the wall. Blaise had his back on the wall while Draco was leaning sideways on it talking to Blaise. It seemed they knew the exact moment she looked because their eyes turned towards her. The message on their faces was clear and their knowing grins said it all:

‘We want to fuck you again.’

Hermione turned her face away quickly, her palms sweating and heart pounding. She was extremely happy when Slughorn unlocked the door and she pushed her way in through the throngs of students. Her blood pounded in her ears and heat crept up her face as she took her seat next to Neville, not daring to look up when Draco and Blaise passed her table on the way to the back of the room. Draco trailed a finger along the edge of the table and he seemed to slow down, drawing out her agonizing discomfort.

She watched from the corner of her eye as the finger slid along and she thought she heard a small chuckle. Then came Blaise, his cologne wafting by her and she shut her eyes to breath it in. It was so Blaise. Her mind flew to the memories of his hot skin against her, he smelt so good… He, too, seemed to slow his steps as he passed her and she heard a barely muffled “Mmmmm.”

She glanced at Neville, who hadn’t noticed a thing and tried to get her mind clear. What was she going to do about those two? They were so fucking sexy, sinfully so. But she was determined to stay away from them. If she gave in to them, it would show what a weak fool she really was. No, she decided, she wasn’t going to get further involved with those Slytherins, even if they did make her throb with need.

She kept herself busy all through the class, forcing herself to stay focused on the potion she and Neville were brewing.

Near the end of class, Slughorn said, “Time to put everything back in its proper place. Potions come to me, extra ingredients go into the supply room – in the proper jar I may add.”

“You upset, Hermione?” Neville asked, noticing the intense look on her face as she helped clean up their station.

“I’m all right,” she answered, turning towards the supply room.

She entered the room and froze in place. Blaise was there reaching for the very jar she was going to get. She almost turned around but he had seen her before she could. He smiled slightly, looking at her face as he unscrewed the lid on the jar. “You can come in, Granger. I won’t bite you.” The look on his face indicated otherwise, however.

She stepped closer as he held the open jar towards her so she could put her ingredients in. It seemed the temperature went up a hundred degrees in that room as every part of her was aware of the gorgeous specimen of male in front of her. She reached out and put the roots into the open jar, glancing at the rising and falling of Blaise’s perfect chest.

Just as she was about to move away, an arm came from behind her, trapping her in between it and the supply shelving. She shivered as the arm brushed her shoulder and reached out towards the jar as well. But the arm remained in place and didn’t lower.

She looked at Blaise’s face and saw him smiling sexily in amusement, glancing over her at Draco.

Then she felt Draco’s hot breath against her ear as he leaned in, his body heat scorching her, even though they were not touching. “You really shouldn’t be so obvious, Granger,” he whispered, his tongue swiping out quickly at her earlobe.

Hermione leaned her head away and turned her angry face to him. “Get away from me, Malfoy,” she hissed. Gods! If anyone should walk in and see her sandwiched so closely between these two, she’d die.

Blaise had put the jar back on the shelf and examined her body slowly with his eyes. Draco pressed against her, making her scoot even closer to the front of Blaise.

“Stop! I told you ‘No’,” she said, a bit of panic in her voice. Truth was, she was sopping wet, throbbing in mad lust for these two, but she didn’t want them to know it.

“Granger, Granger, Granger,” Draco whispered, rocking his body up against her while his hand traveled down her arm, preventing her from slipping away from them. He noticed, however, that she wasn’t trying very hard to get away. “Let us take that ache away for you,” he whispered, kissing the side of her neck.

Blaise’s hand lifted onto her hip and he stepped closer, pulling her lower body against his and licking his lips as he watched the shock on her face of finding him hard.

Hermione knees were about to buckle, she was losing her will to resist quickly, the delicious heat of their bodies promising all sorts of delights. “Please… stop…” she mewled, weakly, swallowing and closing her eyes as her body began to sway with the rhythm of Draco’s rocking against her, dry humping her through her clothing.

When Draco’s hand swept over her belly and downwards, she tried to jerk her hips backwards with a breathless, “No.” But she only came against Draco’s firm body and his other arm wrapped about her waist tightly.

“Shhh… Granger,” he rasped in her ear. “I’m going to put my fingers in that sweet little cunt of yours with our classmates on the other side of the wall. Maybe they’ll walk in here. Maybe they’ll see me finger fucking you.”

Hermione shook her head feebly, but she knew she was lost. Blaise had now lowered his face to the other side of her neck and the were both sucking and kissing her tender skin while their hands roamed, Draco’s hand down her front side and Blaise’s snaking around to her arse, pulling her harder against his erection and kneading her with his strong hands.

Draco had reached her thigh and slipped his hand up her skirt as she moaned in response. “You want me to fuck you, don’t you?” Draco groaned next to her ear, pressing more firming onto her backside, feeling Blaise’s hands between his cock and her arse. “Say it,” he ordered. “Say it or I won’t touch you.”

His fingers were right there, at the top of her knickers, the tips halted just under the elastic band. It was agony. If he didn’t touch her she’d die on the spot. “Do it,” she whispered, her eyes shut and her head lolling back onto Draco’s shoulder as both boys assaulted her neck with wet tongues. “Touch… me.”

Blaise had slipped his hands into her panties and over her bare arse at the same time that Draco’s fingers found her wet, hot slit, the swollen clit sliding between his fingers. Hermione arched her back and gasped. Her body shuddered with sensation as he slid his expert fingers back and forth through her slick folds, then grazing her clit with his finger over and over again.

Sensing she was about to make too much noise, Blaise pressed his mouth onto her hers and she moaned into his mouth, returning his tongue lashings with her own. Draco reached further, sliding two fingers into her passage while his thumb continued its attentions to her pleasure hub. “So fucking wet, Granger,” he rasped against her neck, picking up the pace of his hand movements. After all, anyone really could walk in here at any moment.

Blaise groaned into her mouth at Draco’s words and one of his hands left her arse and moved up to her breast, lifting and kneading it as they kissed wildly, his finger flicking over the nipple through the fabric.

Hermione was almost ready to go over the edge. Gods! This was too fucking much. She reached one of her hands between her and Blaise, grasping his cock through his trousers and trying to move it around. The other hand she reached behind her, doing the same with Draco’s hard cock. Both boys groaned when her hands made contact and began picking up the intensity of their thrusting.

The unmistakable sound of feet shuffling closer to the door had them reluctantly but quickly letting go of each other, Hermione quickly adjusting her knickers after their hands slid out. Blast it! Curses to whoever was interrupting. She had almost climaxed and now her body throbbed with unsatisfied lust.

“Later, Granger,” Blaise whispered, before both boys strode off, passing Harry on their way out.

“Get out of the way, Potter,” Draco snapped as they pushed past him.

“Eat shit, Malfoy,” Harry answered. He looked into the room and spotted Hermione. “We’ve been waiting for you. We thought you’d want lunch after skipping breakfast like you did.” He looked at Hermione closely, something seemed off about her. “Are you all right? Those gits weren’t harassing you, were they?”

“No, we pretty much ignore each other these days,” Hermione answered. “I think Malfoy has run out of insults.”

Ron popped his head into the room. “Let’s go! I’m starved.”

OOOOOO

Draco watched Hermione from his seat at the Slytherin table as she entered the room and took her place next to Potter and Weasley. He felt Blaise’s hot breath on his ear as the dark-haired boy leaned towards him and whispered, “When can we have her again?”

Draco was hornier than ever after this morning and Blaise’s suggestive tone made him want to grab him and fuck him senseless. Worst thing was, Blaise knew exactly the effect he had on Draco and one sideways glance told Draco that Blaise was enjoying the torment.

Draco tipped his head sideways and spoke in a low voice that only Blaise could hear. “You know, Blaise, I think it’s time for a few more dirty little secrets to be revealed.”

“You mean…?” Blaise said, surprised.

“Shhh…” Draco warned, looking about.

Hermione looked up from her meal at that moment and looked towards Blaise and Draco. Draco smirked and stuck the two fingers that had just been inside her into his mouth, making a show of sucking on them. The two boys chuckled as they watched Hermione shudder and look away, not daring to turn her attention to them again.

“Yeah,” Draco grinned, “it’s time for the know-it-all to know it all.”

OOOOOOO

Hermione patrolled the deserted halls near midnight, looking for anyone who broke curfew. Ron was supposed to do the rounds with her tonight but he claimed he was feeling terrible tonight and wanted to get to bed early. Hermione didn’t know what to believe, but gave him the benefit of the doubt. The quiet gave her an opportunity to think as well.

What was she to do about Draco and Blaise? It was obvious that they didn’t consider their relations a done deal and, frankly, Hermione was questioning her own sanity. She couldn’t stop thinking about those two or what they did together. She knew it had to end, but she was realizing that her will power was not as strong as she originally thought.

Rounding a corner she stopped walking. There stood Draco, arms crossed and smirking at her.

Gods! Now what?

“Hello, Granger,” he greeted, blithely. “Where is that dunderhead, Weasel?”

“Go away, Malfoy,” Hermione replied, trying to walk around him. Draco stepped in front of her, blocking her way.

“Don’t be rude, Granger,” Draco said. “I only want to talk.”

Hermione crossed her arms and sighed. “Only talk? I doubt you only want to talk, Malfoy.” She glanced down the hall behind him. “Where’s Zabini? Hiding somewhere, waiting to jump out at me?”

Draco’s amused glance looked down at her breasts and she adjusted her arms to hide them further. “Is that what you want, Granger? You want us to take you by surprise?”

“No!” she snapped. “I want you two to leave me alone.”

Draco grinned, knowingly. “I’ve got something to show you, Granger.”

“I just bet you do,” Hermione replied, sarcastically. “I’m not going anywhere with you.”

He smiled and shook his head. “Are your thoughts always in the gutter? I sincerely have something to show you. It’s not a come on.” He held his hands in the air. “I won’t touch you. There is something that I think you’ll be interested in knowing.”

Hermione frowned. “What is it?”

“Follow me,” Draco said, turning about and walking away. He looked over his shoulder and noticed her still standing there.

Hermione reached for her wand and held onto it. “No tricks, Malfoy.”

Draco glanced at her wand and smiled wider. “Come on.”

Hermione followed Draco down the hall at a distance. When he turned and entered a classroom, she reluctantly followed, pausing at the door and looking about. Draco was headed towards a cupboard. He paused and motioned her to follow.

“I don’t think so, Malfoy,” she commented. “Do you think I don’t know what you want to do in that cupboard?”

Draco rolled his eyes. “Granger, it’s not what you think. Something is about to happen in this room that I think you’ll be interested in seeing. However, it would be best if those involved did not see us. Understand?”

She looked at him a few moments. “What’s going to happen?”

Draco shook his head. “I’m not going to ruin the surprise. Come on, Granger, they’ll be coming soon.”

Hermione looked behind her and then back at Draco. She could hear footsteps coming down the hall. Curiosity got the better of her and she went to the cupboard, following Draco in and watching as he shut the door except for a little crack for them to peer through.

Draco stood too close behind her and Hermione felt her body temperature beginning to rise, his hot breath fanning her hair. When Blaise stepped into the classroom, she turned and pushed Draco backwards. “You tricked me!”

“Shhh….” Draco urged. “He’s not here for you.”

Hermione now heard a second voice outside, one that wasn’t Blaise’s. She turned back towards the crack to spy, her heart pounding in recognition of that voice.

“What do you want?”

“What do you think I want, Potter?” Blaise answered.

Hermione’s mouth dropped open as she watched her best friend revealing things about himself she never knew. “No!” she whispered.

“I’m not doing that with you anymore,” Harry replied. “I told you that already.”

“So you want Weasley to find out about your sexual orientation?” Blaise smirked. Blaise shrugged. “Maybe he’ll like it. Maybe he’s wanted to fuck you for a long time.”

Harry looked caught, dreadfully so, and Hermione’s heart went out to him. How could they? Poor Harry!

“Fuck off, Zabini,” Harry snapped. Harry began to pace, rubbing his temples with his fingers. “What the fuck do you want from me? When does this end?”

Blaise leaned against the professor’s desk, his legs crossed at the ankles. “Well,” he sighed, “we can end this today if you’re willing.”

Harry stopped pacing and looked at Blaise. “What do I have to do?”

Blaise shrugged, nonchalantly. “A few simple things.”

“A few?” Harry asked, disbelievingly.

Blaise smiled smoothly, his perfect smile deceptive in all ways. “Of course, Potter, just a few.”

Harry strode up to Blaise, dropping to his knees and reaching for Blaise’s belt. “All right then,” Harry muttered. “Let’s get this over with.”

“No, Harry,” Hermione whispered from within the cupboard. She could hear Draco’s light chuckle behind her.

“Surprise, surprise,” he whispered.

Hermione gasped when she saw Harry take Blaise’s cock into his mouth, revealing his experience in this activity.

Blaise ran a hand through Harry’s hair, pulling his head towards his bucking cock and going deeper down Harry’s throat. He turned his smirking face towards the cupboard, obviously aware that he was being watch, and winked.

Hermione stood straight and gasped. She turned to Draco and tried to slap him but he caught her wrist before she could make contact. “How dare you!” she hissed. “How can you do this to him?”

Draco pulled her against his body and ignored her struggles as he hissed back, “I’m not doing anything, Granger. I’m in here with you.”

“But you knew!” she almost shouted.

Then she heard Harry say, “What the fuck is going on?”

Turning back to the crack in the door, she saw Harry standing and looking towards the cupboard angrily. He had heard her!

Harry looked back to Blaise. “Who the fuck is watching, Zabini? Malfoy? I swear I’ll kill you both!”

Draco pushed past Hermione, her wrist still firmly in his grasp.

“No!” she said, pulling backwards.

But Draco continued out of the door, pulling her struggling form behind him. He also had managed to pull her wand out of her surprised grasp and fling it back into the cupboard.

Harry quickly pulled out his wand, but Blaise had just as rapidly wrapped his arms about Harry, pinning his arms down so he wasn’t able to point his wand. Blaise laughed and began sucking on the side of Harry’s neck while he struggled. “Mmmmm, that’s it, Potter, struggle. That arse of yours feels good against my cock,” Blaise said.

Draco had now pulled Hermione’s struggling body in front of his and held her as Harry was being held. “No! Stop!” she struggled.

Harry growled angrily. “Leave her alone, Malfoy! Fuck!”

“My, my,” Draco laughed. “The truth hurts, doesn’t it?”

“Fucker!” Harry yelled. “If you’ve touched her, I swear I’ll…”

Draco glared at Harry angrily over Hermione’s shoulder and snapped, “You’ll what? News flash, Potter! I’ve already fucked her. And Blaise has too. And she enjoyed every second of it!”

Harry struggled harder. “You’re dead! You’re both dead!”

“Oh please, Potter,” Blaise groaned. “Stop all this fucking pretending. You’re a fucking little cock whore. How long did you think you could hide that from your best friends? Isn’t it a bit of a relief to let the secret out? Besides, Granger won’t tell. She’s got her own secrets to protect.”

Tears rolled down Hermione’s face. She felt so bad for Harry! How long had he been suffering with his secret? How long had these two been blackmailing him? “It doesn’t matter, Harry,” she said. “I don’t care if you’re gay. I’ll love you no matter what.”

Draco tightened his hold on her. “How…sweet,” he frowned.

“I don’t want them doing this to you, Hermione,” Harry stated. “I won’t let them.”

“She wants it, Potter,” Draco replied. “Just this morning she was begging us to fuck her in the Potions cupboard.”

“Shut up, you fucking liar,” Harry snapped.

“Tell him, Granger,” Draco said, next to her ear. “Tell him.”

Hermione looked off to the side of room, new tears welling in her eyes.

Harry stopped struggling and looked at her face. “Hermione?”

She looked back at Harry and said, “I’m sorry… I…”

Harry shook his head. “No! I won’t believe it! You… you want to… be with these two? You actually want… it?”

Hermione looked at him, biting on her bottom lip. “Haven’t you?” she answered, softly.

Harry squinted at Malfoy. “Not with him. Never with him.”

“Yes, I admit, you’re not my type either, Potter,” Malfoy sneered. “Blaise is not so picky. But Granger here….” Malfoy lowered his lips to her neck, licking and kissing the gentle curve. “She’s a tasty little morsel.”

“Prick!” Harry snapped. But he was too amazed at the look on Hermione’s face to say more. Her eyes were fluttering closed and her body was becoming more relaxed. She was actually enjoying it! Malfoy’s mouth was on her and she liked it! “Hermione… do you really want that?” he asked one last time.

She didn’t open her eyes as she slightly nodded. Her head fell back onto Draco’s shoulder as he moved his mouth over her skin. His grasp around her loosened and his hands began to glide over her abdomen, making her knees start to feel weak.

Harry released a deep breath as Blaise’s hand slid down over his cock, massaging it into hardness. “I can’t fucking believe this,” Harry muttered, unsure of what to do. “Gods!”

“Relax, Potter,” Blaise whispered, tonguing his ear. “Let’s all have a good time. Weasley will never find out. It will be our dirty little secret.”

Harry shut his eyes, giving over to the pleasurable sensations. “It’s always our dirty little secret,” he whispered back, breathily.

Harry’s eyes flew open when he heard Hermione moan. Malfoy had his hand up her skirt and Harry could see the front of her white knickers and Malfoy’s fingers moving beneath the fabric.

“Ever had pussy before, Potter?” Blaise asked, slipping his hand down the front of Harry’s trousers and causing him to gasp.

Harry shook his head, unable to speak.

“That’s not good, Potter,” Blaise said, moving his lips along Harry’s cheek from the side. “How do you know if you’ll like it or not, if you don’t try it?”

“Hermione’s my friend,” Harry whispered through his lust haze. Suddenly he felt his trousers drop down to his ankles and he was bare on his bottom half except for Blaise’s hand around his cock, fingers gently working him and a thumb moving over his sensitive tip.

Hermione opened her eyes at Harry’s loud groan and saw her friend’s cock for the first time, being pleasured by Blaise’s hand. She couldn’t prevent the moan that escaped her lips. Draco smirked against her neck.

Draco urged her forward, one arm still about her waist. “Go on, Granger. See what he tastes like.”

She turned her head and looked at Draco, shocked. “What! He’s…. my friend. I can’t…”

Draco ignored her. “Potter, Granger wants to suck you off.”

Harry’s eyes snapped open and he looked at Hermione in surprise.

“No! I do not!” Hermione defended. But when she noticed Harry’s expression sadden she said, “Well… perhaps… if you want me to, Harry.”

Harry didn’t know what to say except. “If… you do.”

At Draco’s pushing gently on her shoulders, she lowered to her knees in front of Harry’s cock. It was quite a nice size, she thought. She swallowed and looked up at his face, wondering what he was thinking. Harry looked confused.

Blaise held Harry’s stiff cock out towards her mouth and urged, “Suck it, love.”

Hermione’s lips closed over the head of Harry’s cock and Harry groaned, shutting his eyes. He could feel Blaise’s cock behind his arse as Blaise divested himself of his own trousers and began fingering Harry’s anus in preparation.

Harry whimpered at the thought of getting fucked while Hermione sucked him off. She was quite good at it. It made him wonder just how long she had been at it with these two.

Hermione ran her tongue over Harry’s length, grasping his sac with her fingers and picking up the momentum of her sucking. Then it was her turn to gasp as she felt Draco’s soft hair tickle her inner thighs. He had lain on the floor and put his head between her kneeling legs. His fingers were pulling the fabric of her knickers aside and his hot tongue laved at her swollen folds.

She gasped and moaned on Harry’s cock as Draco took her clit into his mouth and suck it in, tonguing it madly, her legs wobbling with intense pleasure. He added his long fingers, sticking them deep inside her, distracting her from her goal of pleasing Harry.

“Mmmm, fuck, Granger. You taste so good,” he muttered against her tender flesh.

Hermione couldn’t bear it. She grasped Harry’s hips and threw her head back as she came in Draco’s mouth. Her body pulsed and throbbed with her release and she was breathing hard. Draco kept licking at her, letting her ride out her orgasm on his pumping fingers. When she opened her eyes, she saw Harry watching her face in amazement. She could help but smile at him. Harry smiled back.

Then Harry grunted in pain as Blaise entered him from behind, wrapping a strong arm around him to hold him still. Hermione’s face turned to one of concern.

“Harry, are you all right?” she asked.

“Don’t worry, Granger,” Blaise answered. “He likes it.” Blaise became quiet as he began thrusting into Harry.

Draco had sat up on his knees and moved behind Hermione once again, pulling her knickers off her hips and helping her out of them. “Did he come yet, Granger?” Draco whispered next to her ear.

Hermione had been so fascinated by watching the two of them fuck that she forgot what she had been doing. She grasped Harry’s cock again and began sucking him off in earnest.

“Fuck! Oh, yes!” Harry gasped.

She leaned forward a bit as Draco grasped her hips from behind and positioned his cock at her entrance. He slid in easily as she was still wet from her last orgasm. She moaned at the full feeling Draco’s cock gave and began making all varieties of noises when he began pumping himself into her.

Harry enjoyed the vibrations of her mouth immensely as Blaise continued to fuck his rear and pinch at his nipples with his finger tips. “Ah…!” Harry groaned as he began to spurt into Hermione’s mouth, his fingers tangled in her long hair. Hermione swallowed Harry’s cum and kissed the tip of his cock before pulling herself away and falling to her hands and knees, allowing Draco to fuck her harder and deeper. He pulled back on her hips and began slamming into her.

Blaise turned Harry so that he was lying face down on the professor’s desk while he continued to pound into Harry’s arse, harder and harder. Harry groaned with each thrust, holding onto the edge of the desk, his knuckles white. He could hear Hermione groaning on the floor as Draco fucked her just as hard.

Harry felt Blaise arch his back as he spurt his seed deep into Harry, his fingers digging into Harry’s sides. “Yes, fuck… Potter!” Blaise groaned. “You fucking little whore.”

Then Blaise pulled out, leaving Harry cold and shivering. Harry slowly pushed up and turned around. He watched as Blaise was now sitting on the floor snogging Hermione as Draco fucked her hard from behind. He smothered her noises with his mouth as her climax struck hard and Draco’s shortly followed once enveloped in the pulsing sensation of her orgasm.

Blaise knelt, breaking contact with Hermione and grasped Draco by the hair, bringing the blonde in for a deep kiss. “Mmmm… you taste like Granger’s cunt,” Blaise mumbled, licking around Draco’s lips.

They continued snogging while Hermione smoothed her skirt down and searched for her knickers. When she looked up at Harry, she blushed. Harry cleared his throat and began to put on his own clothing as well. What did one say to one another after all that? What the hell had they done?

Draco and Blaise stopped kissing when they noticed Harry and Hermione getting ready to leave. They hastily grabbed their own clothing and began dressing. Then Draco stood before the door and said, “This will stay between the four of us.”

Harry and Hermione nodded silently, unable to meet each others eyes.

“But there is one condition,” Draco added.

Their eyes shot up to look at him. What was Malfoy up to now?

“We meet here once a week or Weasley will find out about our dirty little secret.”


OOOOO

Finished! Sorry, no other sequels planned at this point. It was just good old fashioned smutty goodness.

A/N Well... they are Slytherins! You didn’t expect fluff did you?

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