Forbidden

Harry stormed out of the Potions classroom, his emerald eyes flashing with brilliant annoyance. It was a bad day. A very bad day.

First, of course, he woke up late and had missed breakfast. Without a meal in the morning, Harry tended to be a little… grumpy. In Transfigurations, Hermione was adamant about asking the same question, ‘Harry, what’s the matter?’. Harry had received a detention for disorderly behavior and disrupting the class when he finally yelled the answer to Hermione. The previous night, Harry had evidently left his D.A.D.A. essay – 120 centimeters, mind you- in the library… then was verbally abused in front of the entire class about how irresponsible and immature he was and he was absolutely NOT allowed to retrieve his essay from said library.

What would a horrible day be without Snape? Dear old Snape. Being the lovely example of a human being that Snape is, he took away 15 points from Harry just because he couldn’t answer fast enough. Oh, that dear, dear old Snape… another 15 points for a glare Harry and Ron sent the old bat.

Harry knew that people were staring. They were probably gawking at the ridiculous billowing of his robes, as he stormed down the hallway. They were probably amazed about how irritated and disgruntled The Harry Potter could look.

But all he needed was five minutes. Just five minutes to relax and breathe. About two dozen steps later, Harry had found himself sitting on a desk in a vacant and rather dark Potions classroom. Scrubbing his scalp rather hard with his fingertips, Harry took several deep breaths, trying to collect his thoughts and calm down. Today was definitely NOT his day.

“Hello Love” a voice behind him purred into his ear, sending chills down Harry’s spine.
Two strong arms wrapped themselves around his middle, pulling him back until Harry’s back pressed against a hard chest. Cool lips feathered on the back of Harry’s neck, making the dark haired man sigh heavily and flutter his eyes shut.

“Mmm” Harry grinned, feeling a lot better already. He reached his hand back and tangled his fingers in soft, shaggy hair.

Their love was forbidden and unheard of. Looked down upon and questioned many-a-times. But Harry forgot about everyone else. He had stopped caring about other people and their stupid, narrow-minded opinions a while ago. Their love- forbidden? Yes… but his life support. And yet, his drug.

“What are you doing in here and how in Merlin’s beard did you get in here before I did?” Harry growled against smooth, cool skin.

“I used the bloody door and I was thinking” they replied haughtily, “you know… that thing you usually do with that gray mass inside your skull”

“Shut it Malfoy, I don’t have the time—nor patience—to deal with your oh-so-witty remarks” Harry’s voice cut through the dark room. Draco could not see Harry, but he new that the dark haired man was glaring something fierce at him.

Harry pulled his lover towards him roughly by the back of the neck, crashing his lips against Draco’s. The dark haired man sucked his lover’s tongue and bit their bottom lip. Goose pimples arose on both their skin and grunts spilled from their throats.

Draco pulled away, breathing heavily. Harry knew how to make Draco squirm during a most heated kiss: gently suck on his tongue, then bite roughly at his lips. It was always sure to get the best reactions.

“Stop being such a bossy little git, Potter” Draco sneered, pushing Harry flat on his back then climbing on top of him after shedding his robes. “That’s not your job. Remember”

Draco hovered his lips over Harry’s, lightly running his hands over his lovers chest. Harry grunted, digging his short nails into the wooden desk. He was never the patient one, while Draco loved to tease as much as he could. It was almost like their personalities switched.

Harry opened his mouth to yell at Draco, but was stopped when the blonde pressed his lips firmly against his own. Draco shoved his tongue past Harry’s lips, one hand grabbing a handful of raven hair, the other tugging at a golden and scarlet tie.
Harry pulled back from Draco’s mouth, gasping for air—his skin felt as if it were on fire. A groan escaped his mouth, feeling his lover wrench open his collar and attack the crook of his neck with teeth, tongue and lips.

“Draco” Harry breathed, reacting to his sensitive spot being thoroughly abused. The Slytherin Prince pressed his erection against Harry’s, making both of them groan loudly, and buck harder against each other.

A rather loud cough cut through the tick sex-charged air. Instantly, the two 17-year-olds scrambled away from each other, falling off the desk. Annoyance filled both wizards as they tried-unsuccessfully to see who the intruder was.

“Honestly, can’t even perform a decent locking charm, Harry” came a cool feminine voice. The tension disappeared as they recognized the tone.

“Bleeding Hell, Granger” Draco sighed, “what is the matter with you, sneaking up on us like that?”

Hermione chuckled and sought out, with her hands, to find the Slytherin. She touched a hard chest covered in thick material. She grinned, reaching up to feel their face. Faint stubble on the chin. Strong jaw and glasses.

“Harry, move.” Hermione said sternly, “I’m still mad at you”

“What did you do now Potter?” Draco quipped, cutting through the silence- per usual. He stood to the side of Harry, wrapping his arm around Hermione’s waist. Draco’s free hand grabbed the front of Harry’s belt- his thumb making light circles on his lower abdomen.

“He yelled at me today in Transfigurations” Hermione explained. “Told me that he was ‘having a bloody awful day’ and I should leave him the hell alone…. Oh and who can forget that lovely scowl he threw me” she huffed.

Draco conjured up some candles, growing tired of not being able to see his loves. “Well, how nice of you Potter” Draco grinned, seeing Harry’s arms crossed and an annoyed look crossing his handsome features.

Hermione snaked her arms around Draco’s neck, bringing his head down for her to meet, but Draco easily lifted her up by the hips; her legs wrapped themselves around him in instinct.

“Do you know how sexy you looked today at breakfast this morning?” Draco asked, smirking. He could practically feel the death glare he was receiving from Harry.

The brown haired witch teased Draco’s lips with her own, gently kissing him and running her fingers down his face. “I’m surprised you were even paying attention to me during breakfast… what with that new Ravenclaw skirt practically throwing herself at you.”

Draco rolled his eyes, “Love, that Ravenclaw skirt was a slag and in fourth year… like she had a chance in hell. Besides, I already have what I need in this room.”

“Your modesty is so overwhelming” Hermione muttered, while rolling her eyes and grinning.
Kissing his lips again, she tasted Harry on his lips; it made her smile- she loved when they kissed. Speaking of, Harry came up behind their Slytherin and started kissing a sensitive spot on the back of his neck. The dark haired wizard ran his fingers down Hermione’s calves.

Both Hermione and Draco shuddered from Harry’s touch. And as mad at Harry as Hermione was, she reached out for The-Boy-Who-Lived, as she deepened the kiss with the Slytherin Prince.

Harry caught her hand, now being pulled by Draco to the unused professors desk. Draco sat Hermione down, letting her watch Harry as he started to lick and suck on her delicate fingers. Hermione whimpered-she loved when he did that- Draco knew. Especially when he scraped his teeth against her palm.

Harry made sure all her fingers were soaked before he pulled away, grabbing Draco and making sure Hermione could see; Harry kissed Draco gently. Draco was actually surprised by hot patient and gentle harry was being. His lips were careful and loving, he felt the raven-haired man’s fingers brush against the side of his face and down his chest…but then he chuckled when his lover tugged him by the front of his belt, until they were flush up against each other.

Both of them simultaneously tangled one hand into the others hair; their free hands holding the back of each others neck. It was pure primal instinct now. Harry bit Draco’s bottom lip, receiving a grunt right before Draco pulled Harry’s head back slightly and ran his tongue slowly up the column of Harry’s throat- getting a well earned moan.

Hermione watched, spreading her legs on the desk and used her fingers Harry worked on to tease herself gently. The sight of the two wizards together was so beautiful. Draco’s light against Harry’s dark. Harry’s strong and bold features next to Draco’s more angular but softer. And their eyes. When they looked at each other -or her- with those eyes. Cool steel and vibrant green. It was haunting, really.

Hermione slid a finger into herself, pumping slowly as she rubbed her clit with her thumb. She shuddered and a moan escaped her lips, not being able to take her eyes off the two men in front of her.

Draco and Harry broke apart from each other moments later, breathing heavily; both of their eyes were half open. Harry made his way to Hermione, easing her fingers out of her just as slowly; she whimpered, her other hand clutching the side of the desk still.
Harry brought her fingers up to his mouth, licking her juices off, groaning from the taste. Draco wrapped his arms around Harry’s waist, pulling him up against him and kissing the beck of his neck.

“You two are so beautiful together” Hermione panted, when Harry sucked two fingers fully into his mouth then pulled them out slowly.

Harry took her face in his hands “Fuck, your so bloody gorgeous, Hermione” he breathed.
She felt lips on her thighs: Draco, of course “I second that” she heard the blond add against her skin.

Hermione moaned as Harry kissed her roughly, sliding his tongue into her mouth, manipulating hers and demanding dominance. Harry sucked on her tongue, pressing his lips harder to hers and tightening his grip in her hair. Hermione groaned. Draco was kissing and licking along her panty-line. She opened her legs wider for Draco and scratched her fingernails down Harry’s back, making him grunt and shudder.

When Harry pulled back, panting rather heavily, he was greeted with a small slap across his face from his witch. “That was for being a total prat today” she glared, testing his nerves- and patience- beyond belief now.

Draco made his way to sit next to Hermione on the desk, watching his lovers in mild amusement. Harry growled at Hermione, pushing her back on the desk, and pinning her hands above her head. Hermione glared up into darkening emerald eyes. Draco drew his brows together.

“I have had a very bad day Hermione” Harry’s voice dropped down to a dangerous tone “very bad”

Hermione -luckily- was never one to be intimidated easily. Especially by the likes of Harry Potter or Draco Malfoy. She wrapped her legs around Harry’s waist, pulling him against her. Harry bit the inside of his cheek and softly grunted.

“Draco” Hermione purred, “have you ever noticed how absolutely smashing Harry looks when he is angry?” she then smirked at Draco.

“I have to agree” Draco nodded, now removing his emerald and silver tie. He kissed Harry’s ear gently, and whispered something Hermione couldn’t hear. Whatever it was, it made Harry grin and press his erection against Hermione a little harder. Hermione gasped quietly, closing her eyes.

Draco had disappeared somewhere behind Harry. She wondered what they could possibly be planning. The fleeting thought soon dissolved when Harry bent down to kiss her collarbone. The combination of his lips and his erection pressing against her made her mind foggy and her skin set fire. She always loved how Draco and Harry could make her feel like that. No one else could.

Hermione had a short relationship with Ron last year. It didn’t end well; they fought too much and Ron was always too jealous. The sex was good. But not like with Harry and Draco. Then there was Blaise Zabini -right after Ron. A casual shag once a week. Now, Hermione’s no slag, don’t question that. Blaise was sexually attracted to her and Hermione was sexually attracted to him. There was nothing emotional. It was a purely physical thing. That lasted about two months… after that, Blaise found his love Ginny. Ironic, huh? They’re still a pair.

But then Harry and Draco happened… it all started at the beginning of the year. Hermione -of course- was named head girl and Draco head boy. They fought constantly and threw insults around like it was just as normal as daily conversation. Hermione and Draco couldn’t stay in the same room for more than five minutes without some sarcastic or rude remark being made. A couple times, when Harry was visiting Hermione in the head’s tower, it got so bad that Hermione had to use magic to separate Harry ad Draco because they were fighting so badly.

And then the day came. Potions class. The lovely Severus Snape partnered the students up in groups of three for a stupid potion that could only be brewed in the dead of night. Go figure. So there they were. Three teenagers sitting around for hours at a time, glaring and arguing about how to stir the potion, which way to chop the herbs, what to say and not say… it was all rather tedious. The potion took two months to complete. They had to meet three times a week usually around nine, and departed at around twelve or so.

The second week into the project, things started getting better. There weren’t as many insults and small talk came up one or twice. But that was it. Around the fourth week, they were laughing together and staying a little later to talk. The sixth week, everyone was getting more comfortable and sitting closer together. Draco didn’t get upset when Hermione or Harry accidentally touched him for one reason or another. Hermione got more comfortable around Draco to talk to him about some issues at home and Harry made Draco genuinely laugh a few times.

Then the last week rolled by. Draco wasn’t calling Hermione or Harry any names at all. Just ‘Granger’ and ‘Potter’. Hermione and Harry were always best friends, but they touched more and even flirted a little. Draco even complimented Hermione three times. When the potion was complete, Hermione didn’t want to leave their little room. It was an abandoned Potions classroom that was always very dark and needed a few dozen candles to be properly lit up.

It was the week after the potion was due and Hermione wanted so badly to go back to the classroom. Honestly, the experience was fun. She started to enjoy the company of the Slytherin Prince. And Harry, of course, was always fun to be around. She missed the three of them; she even developed a small -extremely shocking- crush on Malfoy. And found that she liked Harry. As more than a friend. Sometimes during her sleep, she would wake up from the most vivid and erotic dreams about the three of them. It scared her, yet intrigued her greatly.

She visited the abandoned classroom around ten at night. Sitting on the floor, against the wall with a half dozen candles around her, she sat in thought. Then the door opened and in walked Malfoy. They looked at each other for a moment, Hermione stood up… Draco walked to her, and it happened. Somehow, they weren’t sure, but it happened. Draco wrapped his arms around her and kissed her… hard. She kissed him back. And the rest is history.

“What are you two planning?” Hermione ground out, bucking her hips up gently.

That’s when Draco came back; his tie and Harry’s tie in his hands. Hermione rose her brows at him then bit her lip as Draco took one of her hands and tied it to the desk.

Harry took the opportunity to glide his now useable hand down her arm -pressing against her more- and cup her full breast. Hermione whimpered, arching her back. Her other hand was gently taken out of Harry’s strong grip to be tied to the desk. Hermione shuddered.
Yes, their love was forbidden and unheard of. Very much frowned upon, but Hermione knew that going into the relationship. But she also knew that even though her wizards, dark and light, were just as opposite as night and day, they knew how to keep her satisfied with a silent agreement or just a one word plan.

Draco was now unbuttoning her blouse while Harry took her shoes and knee socks off. Her blouse was now spread open, revealing her emerald satin and lace bra. Draco grinned.
“Green today, Potter” the Slytherin said with a bit of smugness.

Harry looked up from kissing the inside of Hermione’s thighs, a look of ‘And your point?’ crossing his face. His eyes flashed with amusement when Draco glared at him.
“Oh stuff it, you green-eyed wonder-boy” Draco muttered.

“Oh for Merlin’s sake! Cant a girl wear a color without everyone always jumping to bloody conclusions?!” Hermione huffed.

Draco grinned down at her, kissing her lips firmly, their tongues intertwined and lazily battled for dominance. She felt Harry’s lips back on her thighs and him slowly pulling her panties down her hips. Draco kissed his way down her neck and chest, sucking and licking at one nipple, then working on the other.

Harry teased her bundle of nerves with the tip of his tongue, gripping her hips with hands firmly. Hermione cried out I pleasure, grinning down at her men. She tugged at the ties, wishing she could touch them. She loved touching them. Draco’s hands wandered wherever he could reach as he worked on her breasts. Harry deepened his manipulation to her body, making her quiver.

“She’s plenty ready, love” Harry said quietly to Draco. “I didn’t even need to taste her… not that I’m complaining” he grinned.

“Mmm… please” Hermione gasped for air, pressing her legs together as Harry stood up by Draco. They stood back and watched her, hardening even more at the sight of her. She whimpered and gasped for air, wanting release so badly.

“You fuck her” Harry whispered to Draco, who grinned. “I want her pretty little mouth.”

Draco spread Hermione’s legs open wide for himself. She arched her back and moaned. He rubbed the head of his hardened cock up and down her soaking slit before sliding inside. They both shuddered. Draco started at a slower pace, in and out. In and out. Hermione groaned loudly, her skin setting fire again.

Harry crawled up beside her, kneeling next to her head. Hermione turned her head for him and opened her mouth, taking as much as she could into her mouth. Harry loved her mouth and loved to tell her so. Evidently she was great with her tongue.

Sex with Harry and Draco was electric; it was always much more than sex. It was electric physically and emotionally. Harry was demanding and Draco was loving. She never expected that. When they were together, Harry and Draco looked at her like she were the most beautiful and important girl in the world. She was it. The only one. And she loved both of them dearly. They were everything to her. They saved her life. Made everything better. Her angels. Light and dark, they ‘completed’ her in a way no one else could.

Their bodies moved together as one; sweat, and juices spread over their bodies. The sweet sounds of their groans and whimpers cut through the air. They were on cloud nine. Hermione was the first to release, then Harry right after her, then Draco right after him. The scene could have been pulled from some kind of kinky porno. But there was love and understanding… and no silicone.


They laid next to each other, basking in the aftershocks. Hermione laid in the middle, her back against Draco’s chest while she laid her head on Harry’s. Draco kissed Harry, reaching across Hermione to tangle his fingers with Harry’s. Hermione closed her eyes, one hand tracing over Draco’s thigh, the other gently curling and uncurling under Harry’s back.

“Love you two” Hermione whispered, gripping Draco’s thigh lovingly and kissing Harry’s chest.

“Love you two” Harry whispered.

“Yea, I kind of like you two too” Draco sighed heavily in a sarcastic manner. He always did that to annoy Hermione. She pinched his butt in return “Ow! Come on love, you know I love you both” he snickered.