Watching...

Hermione sighed, tossing her bag down on her lounge and running a hand through her hair. She’d had a ghastly day at work, and wanted nothing more than to soak in a hot tub of water. With that thought in mind, she kicked off her shoes and crossed the soft carpet of her lounge room, heading towards the bathroom. Humming slightly to herself, she turned on the taps, tipping a small amount of bubble bath into the water, watching as the suds swirled and danced, growing numerous and larger as the hot water steamed. Smiling, Hermione headed back to the lounge room, crossing to the large window that faced the street. It was late at night, almost ten, and the street below was bathed in blackness. Her apartment was on the twelfth floor, overlooking a dark alley and another block of apartments. Sometimes, Hermione could see into the apartments across the street. One night had granted her a not-so pleasant discovery - Draco Malfoy and Pansy Parkinson seemed to be living directly across the alley from her, and Hermione saw both of them as they were sitting down to dinner. Annoyed, she had drawn her curtains, shutting the unnecessary sight from her eyes. As if she didn’t have enough on her plate. Ron had mysteriously gotten cold feet over their relationship and had suggested some time apart. Hermione had ranted and raved for hours to Harry and Ginny, but in the end, she had accepted Ron’s decision, thinking maybe it was for the best. Their relationship seemed to have stagnated in recent months.

A light switched on in the apartment across the alley and Hermione sighed, watching as Pansy, dressed in nothing but a sheer shift, moved into view. She walked to the window, looking out and Hermione froze as she realised she was looking into their bedroom. A large bed stood behind Pansy, draped in expensive linen. At the window, Pansy’s face creased into a smile and Hermione noticed the bedroom door open. A man crossed to Pansy’s side, tall and dark-haired and Hermione hissed in shock. It was not Draco. The man was bare-chested and well muscled, his limbs long and lean, and as he came closer to the window, Hermione stifled a gasp. Blaise Zabini. She would know his face anywhere, having to spend her days working with the annoyingly haughty but oh-so-good-looking Italian. Hermione watched as Pansy turned into his arms, her slight body pressed against his. Their lips met in a passionate kiss and Blaise scooped the little brunette up in his arms, walking them backwards to the bed. The light went out.

Hermione shivered, pulling her arms around her body. She felt a stab of pity for Draco, but it was quickly replaced with smugness. She had heard the rumours. Malfoy had a hard time keeping it in his pants, and if Pansy was engaging in a little get-back, then good on her, Hermione thought with a grin. Hermione had her bath, enjoying the feeling of her muscles relaxing. Afterwards, wrapped in nothing but a towel, she ventured back into the lounge room, heading on curious instinct back to the window. The lights in her apartment were dimmed, and she squinted across the street. Pansy’s bedroom was still bathed in darkness and Hermione shrugged. She moved to turn away, but suddenly, a light clicked on across the alley and her eyes were drawn back through the window. She froze at the sight that greeted her. Blaise was lying sprawled on his back, naked, Pansy on top of him, her position reversed so that her head was buried between Blaise’s thighs. Her knees fell either side of Blaise’s head and Hermione watched, her heart speeding up, as Pansy’s head lifted, Blaise’s erection between her lips. Hermione saw Blaise’s head fall back as Pansy worked his cock like a lollypop, licking and sucking. Blaise’s hands rose to cup her ass, and he lifted his head, burying his face between her legs. Pansy arched her back, leaning her hips down, her legs spreading further.

Feeling flushed, Hermione took a step away from the window, unable to tear her eyes from the scene before her. Without thinking, she reached down onto the coffee table for her wand, flicking it absently. In seconds, Ron’s Omnioculars were clutched between her fingers, and swallowing, Hermione lifted them to her eyes, her feet drawing her back to the window once more. She could not believe what she was doing, watching Pansy and Blaise, but for some reason she could not turn away. Ron’s absence from her bed had been eating away at her, and although they had had a healthy sex-life, they had not done what Pansy and Blaise were doing for a long time. Flicking her wand again, Hermione felt a soft chair touch the back of her knees, and she gratefully sunk down into it, getting comfortable while she enjoyed the performance across the street. With the Omnioculars, her vision was extended and she could see the action as clearly as if she were in the room with them. Hermione felt her body increase its heat as she watched Pansy’s mouth sink back down onto Blaise’s cock, and she shivered, imagining what it must feel like. Ron was not small in that department, but he had nothing on Blaise. She wondered how Pansy was able to fit the man’s erection in her mouth it was so large. Her eyes shifted to Blaise, and as she watched his tongue flicker over the soft folds between Pansy’s legs, the place between her own legs grew damp with longing.

Hermione clicked the Omnioculars, zooming in closer as Blaise inserted a finger into Pansy. The woman tossed her head back, her mouth open in a silent moan of pleasure, Blaise’s dick held firmly between her hands. Hermione moved her eyes around the room, and with a shock, realised she was not the only one watching the interchange. Draco Malfoy stood in the doorway, leaning casually against the frame as he watched his girlfriend and his best friend pleasure each other. Hermione was stunned to see a smile on his lips. She had expected anger and as she watched, Draco entered the room, his fingers slowly working the buttons of his shirt until he had pushed the fabric from his body, letting it fall to the floor gracefully. Hermione was greeted with the sight of his pale, toned chest and her breathing increased as Draco moved over to the couple on the bed, running his hands through Pansy’s hair. She smiled up at him and he bent his head and kissed her passionately while Blaise continued to pleasure her with his fingers and tongue. Draco trailed hand down Panys’ back, his fingers stopping between her legs. As Blaise continued to use his tongue, Draco’s fingers slipped inside his girlfriend, moving slowly and delicately. Hermione watched as, between them, with fingers and tongue, the two men brought Pansy to orgasm, the brunette closing her eyes and arching her back, her mouth open in a silent scream. For a moment, Hermione wished the Omnioculars possessed a sound device. Slowly, Hermione let her hand drop between her legs, feeling the dampness that soaked her. Shivering, she withdrew her hand, crossing her legs firmly, her eyes returning to the bedroom across the street.

Draco had moved and was now standing behind Blaise’s head. He was naked now, his erection clearly visible. It hovered above Blaise, who slowly lifted a long fingered hand, running his fingers gently over it. Hermione jumped, the action so incredibly erotic she almost came just watching it. The two men smiled at one another, Blaise’s fingers wrapping around the base of Draco’s cock as the blonde slowly slide inside Pansy. The girl moaned again, her hips rising and pushing down hard, taking her boyfriend deep inside her. She dropped her head, continuing to suck on Blaise’s cock as Draco pumped away, Blaise’s fingers working his erection as it withdrew. Hermione gasped as Blaise lifted his head, his tongue flicking out to lick the length of Draco’s dick. The blonde threw his head back, his mouth open as Blaise continued to stroke him with fingers and tongue. Slowly, Draco pulled out of Pansy, the girl moving off Blaise to sit beside him. Hermione saw her smile at both men, her small breasts sitting perk and upright on her chest as she positioned herself on her hands and knees, waiting. Blaise rolled over, grinning up at Draco, before taking the whole of Draco’s erection in his mouth, sucking and licking. He used his hands to pull Draco closer, his fingers digging into the blonde’s hips as he sucked him. Draco’s face was scrunched up and he suddenly pulled himself away, his chest rising and falling with his quick gasps of air. Blaise grinned, wiping his lips with the back of his hand as he sat up, crawling around behind Pansy, who smiled at him. On his knees, Blaise grabbed her hips, lifting her up before he slammed himself into her, her mouth opening and her eyes widening. She looked to Draco, who smirked at her and moved away, positioning himself behind Blaise.

Hermione almost dropped the Omnioculars as she realised what was going to happen. “Oh he isn’t…” she whispered to herself, her voice low and husky. She tightened her grip on the instrument practically glued to her eyes and watched as Draco’s hands rested on Blaise’s ass, his fingers digging into his friend’s skin. Slowly, ever so slowly, he pushed his cock inside Blaise, the other man pausing briefly, holding Pansy steady, his dick buried inside her. His face contorted as Draco sank the whole length of himself inside, before he pulled out again, his fingers spreading Blaise’s ass wider. As he slammed back inside, Blaise’s mouth opened, and he began fucking Pansy harder, ramming against her hips and ass. Hermione couldn’t help it; as she watched Pansy cum, her spare hand dropped between her legs again, her fingers sliding inside herself as she masturbated, bringing herself to orgasm. The Omnioculars slipped from her eyes, falling from her hand to the floor and clattering in the stillness of her apartment. Whimpering, Hermione wiped her fingers on her towel, her body trembling, her legs spread wide. When her breathing subsided, she reached for the Omnioculars again, lifting them back to her eyes. Pansy and Blaise were lying curled together on the bed, deep in sleep. Draco was nowhere to be seen.

A soft pop reverberated through the air and Hermione froze, pulling her legs together swiftly and making sure the towel covered her. Her blood beat swiftly in her veins and with a tiny prick of fear, she reached for her wand, standing up slowly, preparing to turn around.

“Did you enjoy the show, Granger?” a soft, low voice spoke from the darkness at her back and Hermione jumped, clutching the towel closer to her body. She closed her eyes, slowly turning around, knowing exactly whom she would see. Draco Malfoy, wearing nothing more than a pair of loose black pants stood in her lounge room, a look of smug satisfaction on his pale face. Hermione gulped, her legs beginning to tremble.

“What are you doing here?” she whispered, checking again that the towel covered her body. Draco shrugged, stepping closer to her.

“What are you doing watching us?” he asked quietly, his voice sending shivers down Hermione’s spin. She had always loved the way a man’s voice sounded after sex, so deep and husky.

She swallowed, dropping her eyes from Draco’s chest to the floor. “I…I wasn’t…”

He took advantage of her discomfort, moving swiftly across the room until he was standing in front of her. “Yes, you were, Granger. I don’t mind, to be honest. Tell me though, did you enjoy what you witnessed?” His voice was so lovely and caressing Hermione shivered again, feeling hot and cold all over her body. Her knees trembled and Draco reached out, steadying her, bringing their bodies close together. Hermione looked up at him, embarrassed.

“Tell me,” he whispered, his breath tickling her cheek. Slowly, she nodded, watching him smirk in response.

“Yes,” she said softly, her voice low and raspy. Draco smiled, his hand dropping to caress her bare thigh beneath the towel. “What are you doing?” Hermione hissed at him, attempting to step away, but he held her firmly.

“You don’t honestly think that your fingers, as lovely as they are,” he said, picking up her hand and sliding her fingers between his teeth. Hermione felt her face burn, realising the fingers he held in his mouth were the ones she had thrust inside herself only minutes ago. Draco’s eyes widened as he sucked on her index finger, a knowing look in his eye. “Can compare to what I could give you, do you?” he continued, her finger still in his warm, wet mouth. His hand moved higher up her thigh, cupping her ass and he winked, releasing her hand.

“Nice ass, Granger,” he whispered against her neck, Hermione’s eyes closing as his breath hit her skin. His lips followed, pressing gently on her throat. Hermione moaned as she felt his erection pressing against her belly. Her hands moved to his chest, her fingernails digging into his skin, causing him to hiss against her neck.

“Malfoy, please,” Hermione whispered, pulling away from him. “What are you doing here?”

The blonde tipped his head to the side, studying her. His handsome face was thoughtful and his lips curled slowly into a smile. “What say you return the favour, Granger,” he said simply. Hermione blinked.

“What?”

“Return the favour. Let’s give them a show,” Draco murmured seductively, his smoky eyes trailing fire over her body. He reached out and snapped the towel away from her. Hermione gasped, trying in vain to cover herself with her hands as he looked at her body. She saw him smile in appreciation.

“Nice, Granger. Have you been working out?” he asked, a laugh in his voice. Hermione scowled.

“Shut up,” she snapped. “Give me back my towel.”

Draco shook his head. “No, I don’t think so. So what do you say? Pansy and Blaise I know would be very keen to see us fucking.”

Hermione felt the blood drain from her face as quickly as she felt it flood between her legs, her whole body beginning to tingle. “What did you say?”

Draco stepped closer to her, grabbing her arms and forcing them away from her body, exposing her to his eyes. Hermione closed her eyes as he pulled her close, his tongue sneaking out to touch the flesh beneath her ear. A traitorous groan escaped her lips and she felt her body melt against his. Draco smiled against her skin, lifting her arms to drape them around his shoulders, his hands dropping to her hips. He lifted his head from her shoulder and their eyes met. Hermione felt a tingle of electricity pass through her body as he looked at her and slowly, she nodded. Draco lifted her up against him quickly, holding her with one hand as he pulled his pants from his hips with the other, freeing his erection. Hermione gasped as she felt it touch her thigh, a tremble passing through her body. It had been too long.

Draco’s hands slid beneath her ass, lifting her up higher as he walked them back towards the window. He set her down on the chair she had vacated, taking up her wand. Hermione watched as he transfigured her lounge into a bed, moving it closer to the window. Realising his intent, Hermione shook her head.

“Forget it, Malfoy. There is more than just your apartment across the street,” she snapped, her eyes flying out the window. She jumped to see Pansy and Blaise, still naked, now sitting side by side on the bed, looking out. Pansy smiled and gave her a wave and Hemione turned her head away, crossing her arms. “No.”

“Relax,” Draco said, flicking her wand again. “I’ve spelled it so no one expect Pansy and Blaise will be able to see in. Anyone else will just see a light on, but nothing else.”

Hermione narrowed her eyes. “Are you sure?”

“Granger, please,” Draco said with a roll of his eyes. “You’re killing the mood here. Now come here,” he demanded, sitting himself down on the bed. Hermione looked at him, suddenly not sure if this was a good idea, but one glance at his massive erection changed her mind as the heat between her legs grew in intensity, her body tingling with anticipation. Slowly, she stood from the chair, walking on shaking legs across to Draco. She ran her eyes up his body, appreciating the amazing physicality of him. Dropping to her knees, she looked at him, a smirk playing on her own lips as, suddenly unashamed and wanting nothing more than to taste him, she bent her head and took him quickly in her mouth, her lips closing around him. She heard him moan and looked up, seeing his eyes on her face. Not breaking their eye contact, Hermione used her lips, tongue and teeth to bring him to the point of orgasm, watching as his breath quickened and his mouth opened. She stopped, pulling away swiftly, grinning at him.

“Well,” Draco panted, reaching for her and pulling her down for a searing kiss. “If I had known you could do that, Granger, I may have visited you long before this.”

“Really?” Hermione smirked, pushing him onto his back, feeling suddenly empowered and naughty. If it was a show Blaise and Pansy wanted, it was a show they were going to get. Draco watched her, his eyes huge and filled with smouldering lust as she slowly crawled on top of him. Hermione positioned herself above him, sinking her body down, feeling him fill every inch of her. She gasped, relishing in the feeling of his cock buried inside her, Draco gasping with her as her wetness enfolded him. Their eyes locked together and slowly Hermione began to move, torturously slow, rocking her body gently, taking him deep inside of her with each thrust of her hips. Draco hands gripped her ass, urging her to move faster but she shook her head at him, sitting upright and sliding back, taking him deeper. He nodded, his fingers dropping down to massage her clit, the sensation causing lights to pop behind Hermione’s eyes. She pushed his hand away just as she was about to cum, lifting her legs and turning her body around without taking him out of her. Draco immediately spread his legs and Hermione’s hand dropped to his balls, massaging them gently as she rode him in reverse. She felt him sit up behind her, pushing himself deeper inside.

“Get them over here,” she gasped between pants as Draco lifted her hips, driving himself into her in a continuous rhythm.

“What?” he asked, not pausing.

“Pansy and Blaise. Use my wand. Get them over here,” Hermione ground out, pushing herself back onto him hard. She saw Draco’s hand reach for the wand lying discarded beside them and watched as he cast a quick Patronus Charm, the silvery light bursting from the end of the wand and soaring out the window. Hermione closed her eyes, concentrating on the feeling of his cock buried in her body. Heat washed over her and when she opened her eyes, she was staring into Pansy’s, the brunette sitting naked and unashamed on a chair in front of them, her legs spread wide. Blaise’s head was buried between her thighs again, one of Pansy’s hands tangled in his dark hair as he licked and sucked her clit. Pansy and Hermione stared at one another, their eyes locked together. Pansy’s lips curled into a smile as Hermione came suddenly, jerking violently against Draco. The blonde man held her close and Hermione sighed as she felt him explode inside her, his body going limp at her back. Draco’s lips kissed the nape of her neck and Hermione felt her eyes close, Draco’s arm sliding around her waist. Slowly, he lifted her away from him, laying her down on her back. Hermione opened her eyes to see him lying beside her, looking straight ahead. She rolled onto her stomach, her eyes following Draco’s in time to see Blaise and Pansy fucking in her chair. Pansy’s eyes were closed and her ankles rested on Blaise’s shoulder, the tall muscled Italian man pounding ruthlessly into her, his hands braced against the arms of the chair. From where she was lying, Hermione has a clear view of Blaise’s cock as it disappeared inside Pansy, pulling back out and pumping back in. The sight made her quiver with delight. She looked at Draco, smiling at the glazed expression on his face and she wondered again at his relationship with Pansy.

The brunette woman’s eyes opened suddenly and she smiled when she saw Hermione watching her and Blaise. “Care to swap places, Granger?” she asked between thrusts. “I think I’d like to fuck my boyfriend now.” Hermione surprised herself by nodding quickly and smiled as Pansy whispered something to Blaise. The tall handsome man turned to look at Hermione, slowing his rhythm. Their eyes met and Blaise licked his lips, pulling out of Pansy, his cock glistening and practically dripping with the woman’s arousal.

“If you don’t mind me saying, Granger,” Blaise said, his voice deep and laced with desire. “I’ve been wanting to fuck you for a long time.”

“Really?” Hermione asked in genuine surprise as he came close to her. Pansy moved behind him, sinking down onto the bed and Draco’s other side, the blonde immediately taking her in his arms, covering his body with hers. Hermoine watched them as they began to have sex, Draco’s eyes moving away from Pansy to link with Hermione’s. The sight of the two of them fucking beside her was almost too much to bear and her body began to ache from lack of touch. She reached out a hand, drawing Blaise towards her, her fingers laced with his. Hermione smiled, moving onto her back, Blaise crawling the length of her body, covering her flesh with kisses and licks, his teeth nipping at her nipples as he passed her breasts. Hermione’s legs spread of their own accord and she reached down, wrapping her fingers around his erection, guiding him inside her quickly. She moaned as he filled her, his dick being bigger than Draco’s and much larger than Ron’s. Blaise paused, giving her a moment to adjust to him, before he pushed himself up on his hands, urging her legs further apart in the process as he pushed himself deeper inside, Hermione moaning beneath him. Blaise grinned at her, reaching down to grasp her ass, lifting her hips up higher. He sank back onto his knees, settling her ass on his thighs. Slowly, he began to thrust, rocking back on his heels as he pushed in and out of her, Hermione feeling like she could explode on the sensation of his massive erection alone.

“Ever since I started working closely with you, Granger, I’ve wanted to do this. I’ve wanted to take you home every night and fuck you until you can’t walk,” Blaise whispered to her. Hermione could not respond with words, so she merely smiled at him, purring deep in her throat as he increased his rhythm. Suddenly, he leant down and scooped her up, his hands resting on her back, bringing their bodies closer together. Hermione gasped as she sank down onto him, her clit pressed painfully against the muscle of his lower abdomen. Her knees were almost touching the bed and she buried her body against Blaise’s chest, her eyes sliding to the side to Draco and Pansy. Pansy was now lying on her stomach, her hips propped up with a couple of pillows, and Draco was on his knees, his fingers gripping her ass, spreading her wide for him. Hermione’s eyes widened as she realised Pansy was being fucked up the ass. Pansy winked at her.

“It’s actually an amazing feeling, Granger,” she said matter-of-factly as her boyfriend pounded her into the mattress. Hermione could not reply. Blaise had grabbed her ass and was thrusting his cock into her relentlessly. She closed her eyes, savouring the feeling as her clit smashed against his stomach. Heat began to build in her belly and without warning, a massive orgasm crashed over her, leaving her trembling and quivering in Blaise’s arms. He kissed her sweetly on the lips, shifting her off him and laying her down on the bed. Hermione noticed Draco watching the other man, a glint in his eye and as Blaise moved away from her and positioned himself behind Draco, Hermione felt her heart increase its rhythm. She looked at Pansy, who smiled, motioning for Hermione to come closer. As Blaise pushed himself into Draco, the blonde man cried out, stopping his movement and breathing heavily. Slowly, he pushed himself back onto Blaise, the Italian grabbing his slender hips, pulling him into a better position. Draco grabbed Pansy, bringing her back with him. Hermione was drawn forward as if by invisible strings, moving closer to Pansy.

“Lie on your back,” the brunette demanded as behind her, Blaise thrust himself into Draco with slow, steady movements, Draco repeating the rhythm on Pansy, who gasped. Hermione did as she was told, her eyes widening as Pansy pushed her knees apart. Hermione closed her eyes, unable to believe what as happening as Pansy lowered her head, her lips touching Hermione’s swollen clit gently. Tenderly, Pansy licked and sucked at her clit, the other woman’s fingers sliding inside Hermione’s body, moving steadily and delicately. Hermione gasped. The sensation was incredible. Where Ron was merely good at oral sex, Pansy was amazing. Her skin was smooth and her lips and tongue gentle, her teeth nipping the right spot ever so carefully. Within minutes, Hermione was having the most mind-blowing orgasm of her life, her body lifting off the bed, her mouth open wide as she gasped for air. Through hazy eyes, she watched as Pansy’s orgasm took hold of her and without understanding why she was doing it, Hermione reached out and grasped the other woman’s hands, pulling herself onto her knees, Pansy’s body moving off the bed. Slowly, Hermione bent her head, her lips connecting with Pansy’s as she kissed her through the orgasm, Pansy whimpering against her mouth. Hermione pulled her body closer to Pansy’s, one hand moving to cup a breast, her fingers pinching the nipple gently. Her knee moved between Pansy’s thighs, rubbing against the other woman’s clit as Draco pounded into her from behind. Pansy moaned when Hermione dropped her fingers down between the brunette’s legs, sliding her nails across the swollen clit. She bit her lip, unsure of what she should do, but Pansy grabbed her hand, pushing Hermione’s fingers inside her. One of Pansy’s arms snaked around Hermione’s back and their lips met again, their tongues brushing each other gently. Hermione gasped as Pansy slid her fingers against her clit, finding herself pressing harder against Pansy’s hand, one of her knees lifting, her leg practically wrapping around Pansy’s body, giving her easier access.

As Pansy and Hermione worked one another to orgasm, Blaise gave a loud grunt, his body stilling against Draco. The blonde followed with his own orgasm, sliding out of Pansy and away from the two women. Pansy and Hermione stayed locked together, their hands, tongues and limbs wound around each other. Hermione felt a body at her back and when she twisted her head, Draco caught her lips with his, one of his hands moving to join Pansy’s between Hermione’s legs. She sighed in satisfaction as Draco’s cock, hard again, slid into her body and she noticed Blaise position himself behind Pansy. Pansy gasped and Hermione guessed that Blaise had buried himself inside her. Slowly, very slowly, the rhythm changed, and soon the four of them were moving as one, linked together. Hermione let her eyes close, feeling Pansy’s lips on her throat and Draco’s cock inside her. She felt fingers touch her breasts, fingers touch her clit, and she had no idea who they belonged too. They might have even been hers.

The two women came almost simultaneously, their eyes locking together. Hermione felt Draco tense behind her and his knees began to shake as he too unleashed. Blaise followed moments later, and the four of them slowly unwound themselves, breathing heavily. Hermione fell back on the bed, her eyes closing, her body tingling with sweat and exhaustion. She felt lips touch her forehead and she murmured in appreciation, her body and mind drifting into a deep sleep.

When she awoke the following morning, Hermione was alone, naked and still lying on the bed in her lounge room. Smiling broadly, she rolled over, running her hands down her body to let her fingers rest between her legs. She was still dripping wet. Groaning, she slipped a finger inside, wondering briefly if anyone was awake across the street, and if they could see her right now. That thought, combined with the memories of the previous night, almost made her cum again. Hermione giggled, rolling over. Her body encountered something crisp and crackly, and she reached for it. A piece of parchment. Written in neat script were the following words:

Next Friday night, nine o’clock. My place this time.
Draco

Hermione sighed, holding the parchment to her chest, a smile on her lips as she rolled over and fell back to sleep.