Overdose

A/N: I’ve never seen a Draco/Hermione/Charlie story before and wanted to know what it would be like, so I wrote one. I hope everyone likes it, I’m already writing a sequel, so review and it’ll be up quicker!

Overdose

She licked her bloodied lip as she lightly rapped on the door. She didn’t expect him to be here, but was hoping against hope that he would just open the door silently, take in her bloody and bruised form and take care of her. She was just hoping that their fragile friendly relationship would be able to withstand what she needed to tell him.

The door opened after her second knock, just when she was getting ready to leave. “Granger?” he asked, opening the door and waving her inside.

“Malfoy, you know very well that that’s no longer my name, please call me Hermione,” she said, walking to his living room and sitting down in an overstuffed armchair.

“Then you should call me Draco,” he said with a slight smile. When she removed her robes however, he frowned, looking at her split lip, the small cut across her cheek, the bruise forming around her eye. He went up to her to inspect her face and said softly, “What the hell happened to you, Hermione?”

“Ron,” she said at a whisper. When she looked up at him, he realized that she was not calling him Ron, she was answering his question.

Draco growled softly. He had been in love with Hermione for years now. He had been jealous of the Weasel since he had seen the two of them kissing rather publicly a few months after the final battle. The only reason that he had not jumped up and laid claim to her instead was because he believed that she was truly happy with the Weasel. He still believed that to this day, which was why he had settled for being platonic friends instead of taking her as he had wanted to for years. “Why would he do this to you?” Draco asked, grabbing his wand out of his robes so that he could begin healing her wounds.

Hermione started sobbing. “I haven’t told anyone. I didn’t want to, but I needed to tell you, Draco. You’re one of my best friends and Harry is so biased with Ron that he would never believe that he would do something like this to me.”

“Hermione, how long has this been happening?” Draco asked. She and the Weasel had been married for over a year now.

She looked at him for a long time before she answered. “Two hours after the wedding.”

“What?” Draco asked loudly. “This has been happening for over a year, Hermione? Why didn’t you tell me about this sooner?”

“I was trying to decide what to do!” she cried. “I can’t divorce the son-of-a-bitch, which he fully knows, which is why he does shit like this to me. I—” she stopped and took a breath, as if this next part was going to be hard to say. “I made him wait before we got married. I didn’t want to have sex before then, because that’s how I was raised, and I think he’s been trying to get back at me for that for the last year.”

“Oh, Hermione,” Draco said, pulling her into his arms. “You can’t use that as an excuse for him to do this.” He put her at arms length then and looked into her eyes. “You’re the smartest witch in a century, Granger, how the hell was he able to hurt you like this?”

Hermione almost started sobbing again. “Have you not read a marriage contract lately, Malfoy?” she asked almost angrily. “He owns me! If he says I can’t use magic, I can’t!”

“Merlin and the saints, I’m going to kill him,” Draco said angrily. He got up from sitting in front of her and started walking towards the front door.

“No, please, Draco, don’t kill him,” Hermione said. “This is my fault.”

“No, Hermione! No, this is not your fault, so don’t even think about trying to blame yourself for his inadequacies as a husband. He’s the one that wants to be controlling and overbearing and it’s not your fault that he is like that. Merlin!”

Hermione bit her lip and then cried out in pain as she realized that it was split. Draco walked back over to her and took his wand back out. His anger had faded when he saw the look of pain on her face. He brought his wand up to her eye and began healing her bruise there.

“So why did you want to tell me all of this, Granger, if you won’t let me kill him?”

“I need you to help me,” Hermione said.

“Help you with what?” he asked, as he moved on to the cut on her cheek.

“Help me write a divorce law so that I can be rid of the bastard without killing him.”

He and Hermione were both in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, so he knew that she was talking about taking on a project together. “It’ll be hard, Hermione,” he said. “That law has been in effect for thousands of years.”

“I know,” she said softly. “But it will be worth it. Anything to be away from him and with someone who really understands me and wants to take care of me instead of someone who just wants to hurt me.”

Draco leaned forward and pressed the tip of his wand against the cut on her lip. “Of course I’ll help you, Hermione.” When the cut was healed, he leaned further in and kissed her.

She pulled back and stared at him. “But—”

He stopped her with another kiss. He knew what she was going to say: “But you’re a poof!” True he did have a boyfriend, and he was in love with him as well as Hermione, but he was not gay.

When he pulled away from the second longer kiss, he said, “I’m not gay, Hermione,” against her lips.

“Oh!” she said softly. “But then what about Charlie?” Draco knew that Hermione and Charlie were also somewhat friends, having had lunch with the both of them a couple times before. Hermione knew Charlie from Weasley family reunions and get-togethers that Draco was not invited to, despite him being with Charlie for over two years now.

“I like witches and wizards,” he said. “And I like you and Charlie.” He proved this by kissing her again, this time she was much more pliable in his hands. He ran his hands up and down her arms, only to hear her gasp again. When he peeled off her robes, he found more bruises. “Fucking Weasel!”

Hermione giggled and brought him back down for another kiss. “I love the way you kiss,” she said when they broke away for air. She ran her fingers along his lips and then ran them through his hair.

“I love kissing you,” he said, following it up with another. “Gods, Hermione, just leave him. Me and you and Charlie can just go away somewhere and leave the Weasel behind.”

“He’s leaving soon,” Hermione said. “He’s signed with the Tornadoes, so he’ll be gone most of the time. I’ll only see him every couple of months.”

Draco frowned for a second but then he smiled hugely. “So he’s going to be gone a lot and be leaving you at home?”

“Yeah,” Hermione said. “I get to be by myself for the first time in over a year.”

Draco frowned again at that. He was hoping that she would want to not be alone. “Hermione, what do you think about cheating on your husband?”

“Cheating?” she asked. “Aren’t I already doing that?”

“Huh?” he asked. Was there another man already? Was that why the Weasel had hurt her like this?

“I kissed you, Draco. A lot. I’m pretty sure that’s cheating.”

“I meant sex, Hermione. I meant while he’s gone, if you feel the need to, you know, have sex with someone, I’m here for you.”

“Oh, Draco,” she said in a sad voice. “It’s just that I…”

“You don’t think of me in that way,” he finished for her sadly. Damn it, he had really gotten his hopes up that she would finally be his, even if the Weasel still ‘owned’ her.

“No! No, that’s not what I was going to say, Draco. I just…I don’t like sex.”

-o-o-o-o-o-o- One Week Later –o-o-o-o-o-o-

“Oh, Draco!” Hermione screamed out as his tongue touched her clit. She grabbed his head and pushed it further down on herself. “Don’t stop!”

“I wasn’t planning on it, Hermione,” he said as he continued licking and sucking at her. His fingers found their way into her passage as his tongue sawed at her clit.

“Oh, Merlin! Fuck, Draco!” she screamed, coming against his hand and mouth.

Draco just smirked, moving his fingers in her a little still to prolong her orgasm. When she looked completely sated, he pulled his fingers out and took a broad swipe of them with his tongue.

“Oh, Draco, was that an orgasm?” Hermione asked softly. “It felt like I had died. Exploded, you know?” She seemed embarrassed by what she was saying.

“You’ve never had an orgasm before?” he asked, even angrier at the Weasel now. “Merlin, woman, you have so much to learn.”

“Are you going to teach me?” she asked with a big smile.

“Of course,” he said. He moved up and settled himself between her thighs. A look of fear crossed her eyes and again he cursed the Weasel. “Do you trust me, Hermione?”

“Yes,” she said immediately. “I just—please don’t hurt me.”

“I could never hurt you, Hermione,” he said softly, kissing her lightly on the lips as his tip found her entrance and he thrust fully in.

“Oh!” she murmured, opening her legs wider to try and get him further in. Her hands grabbed his head again as she kissed him, tasting herself on his mouth. He smiled against her lips as he pulled out and thrust again. “Merlin, Draco, it feels so good!”

“I know,” he said and then shut her up with another kiss, setting a rhythm between their lower bodies. Hermione moaned and groaned and let out murmurs and whispers and grunts and his name was mentioned a lot and Draco loved and reveled in every single little sound that she made. He was making some sounds of his own as well, but mostly it was just her name, repeated over and over again, like a mantra. Because he finally had her the way he wanted her.

He was finally sheathed deep inside the woman that he had been in love with for years. He groaned as he realized that he was coming close to his own orgasm. His left hand snaked its way between their bodies to find her clit and he made circles around it as he lifted one of her legs and threw it over his shoulder to get deeper into her.

“Oh, fuck!” Hermione screamed as all the sensations were just too great and she exploded again. “Merlin, Draco,” she said softly.

Draco’s own orgasm followed quickly after hers, the contracting of her walls around him too much. He moaned her name loudly as he sunk deep and released his seed deep inside her body. He thrust lazily a few more times as he rode out his orgasm, the movement prolonging Hermione’s.

Draco nearly collapsed against her. His head falling into the crook in her neck as she stroked his hair lazily. “Okay,” she said with a smile. “I guess I do like sex.”

Draco chuckled until he heard another voice join their private moment.

“You know, Draco. You are breaking two rules right now,” said a stern voice from the doorway to the room.

“Charlie, you weren’t supposed to be home tonight, I thought you were staying at the reserve for the night.”

“I decided not to,” Charlie said. “I thought I would come home instead, maybe get some dinner with my boyfriend, but instead I find him in our bed with my sister-in-law.”

“Charlie…” Draco started, trying to explain.

“You’re breaking two rules, Draco,” Charlie said angrily. “Rule number one: no women in our bed; if you’re going to sleep with a woman, then it has to be at their place. Rule number three: no married women! I can’t believe you would sleep with Hermione, Draco! That’s my brother’s wife! And Hermione, I’m ashamed of you! How would Ron feel if he knew about this?!”

“Draco, could you get off me for a moment?” Hermione asked softly and he reluctantly moved off of her. She wrapped the sheet around herself and walked up to Charlie. “I don’t give a fuck what he thinks, Charlie! How about that?” She was only a few inches shorter than him and she seemed very powerful even for a smaller woman.

“Hermione,” Charlie warned.

“Do you want to know where this bruise came from?” Hermione asked, pointing to a bruise on her arm. “Or how about how I got this broken rib?” She ran her finger over the sheet above her rib. “Maybe you want to know how hard Ron’s fist is when it hits my face?” She laughed darkly. “Or how about what his sweaty hands feel like all over my body as his lanky body thrusts into my unwilling one?” She looked up at Charlie with sad eyes and Charlie just opened as closed his mouth as he had no idea what to say to that.

“Or maybe,” she said softly. “Maybe you want to know that that was the first orgasm that I’ve ever had. That that was the first time that I have ever enjoyed sex. The first time that I have ever felt like I’m worth more than a hole to fill.”

They both stopped and looked at each other for long moments before finally Charlie spoke. “I’m sorry, Hermione, I—I never knew that he…”

“I know, Charlie,” she said softly, walking up to him and putting a hand on his cheek. “And I’m sorry that I never told you before and that I yelled at you, but sometimes things aren’t always what they seem and you should get all the answers before yelling at us.”

Charlie laughed slightly at this, putting his hand over hers on his cheek and leaning forward to kiss her on the forehead. “So you’re saying that Draco and I have to put Ron in his place?” he asked. All of the Weasleys knew that Ron had a temper, so Hermione thought that this was why Charlie was so easily agreeable on the fact that Ron would hurt her.

“No, neither of you touch him. Draco and I will just get this divorce law written and then we can be done with it.”

“But Hermione,” Draco said from the bed. “You know he’s going to hurt you again and I can’t stand the thought of that.”

She turned back to Draco and smiled. “Well then it will give us incentive to work harder on the law then, won’t it?” she asked. Draco and Charlie both still looked angry that they weren’t allowed to kick Ron’s ass, but Hermione didn’t want Ron to have any reason for him to hurt her more, which he would do if he knew she told anyone about what he did to her.

She realized that it was a bit awkward standing here in between two lovers, one of which she had just slept with, and having no idea if the other even liked her as anything more than a sister or was even okay with her sleeping with his lover. She decided that she needed to leave the two of them alone to talk about what they would do about her. She was just hoping that Charlie would allow her to keep seeing Draco because she loved how he had made her feel and she would give anything to feel that way again. It would help her forget that she was married to an abusive husband.

“Well, I’ll be going then,” she said softly.

“No, Hermione, don’t go,” Draco pleaded, getting up from the bed.

“I think you and Charlie need to talk about some things, Draco. And I have to get some work done tonight,” she smiled. “But I would love to see you again, if Charlie’s all right with it.” She looked at Charlie but he offered neither an affirmative nor a negative. “So I’ll head home and I’ll talk to you two later.” She found her clothes and hastily put them on before hugging them both goodbye and apparating back to her small apartment that she shared with Ron, who was thankfully gone for the next two months.

-o-o-o-o-o-o-

“I swear to Merlin, if you just fucked this up for me, I’ll never forgive you,” Draco said a bit angrily.

“What the hell are you on about, Draco?” Charlie asked sincerely.

“Do you know how long I’ve been in love with her? Years! And the one time I finally—finally!—get her into bed, you have to come along and yell at her.”

“I told you I’m sorry, Draco, I didn’t know that my brother was a fucking dick—well, I did know that, but I didn’t think he was a prick to her. I thought they were in love and happy and shit.”

“Me too,” Draco said. “Until last week when she came here all bruised and bloodied and told me that it was the Weasel that did it to her. I almost killed him then. How could anyone who had her do anything like that to her? I mean, today, with me, was the first time she had even had an orgasm!”

Charlie just shook his head silently and they fell into a thoughtful silence together. Charlie finally spoke up after a few minutes. “You know, it’s been a few years for me as well,” he said with a smile.

“Few years for what?” Draco asked, confused.

“That I’ve been in love with her.”

Draco stared at him openmouthed. “You—you like Granger, too?”

Charlie smiled. “Do you remember that time when we talked about that dream I had about having a witch with the two of us?”

“Yeah,” Draco said. “I was thinking the whole time about how I could kill off the Weasel, make it look like an accident and have Hermione join us.”

“Well, the dream I had was actually with Hermione,” Charlie said with a smile. “She was the one with the two of us in my dream. It was the three of us together.” He was smiling when he finished, but then he frowned.

“What’s wrong?” Draco asked. “That sounds wonderful! The three of us together. Me, you, Hermione.”

“What’s wrong is that she would never want me that way,” Charlie said. “I’m seven years older than the two of you. I’ve always been an older brother figure to her, someone to comfort her, not stir her passions. I don’t think she could ever think of me in that way. It wouldn’t be the three of us, Draco. It would be me and you, and you and her.”

“Nonsense,” Draco said, but he didn’t sound too convinced himself. He could see where Charlie’s logic was coming from. “I think you’re about the handsomest bloke in Britain, so I’m sure you could get her wet,” he said with a sexy smile.

“Ha,” Charlie laughed sarcastically.

“I’ll talk to her, see what she thinks about it,” Draco said with a wistful smile. “Wouldn’t it be wonderful? The three of us?”

Charlie went over to the bed and sat down with his lover. He kissed the tip of his sharp nose, and then his full lips. “Don’t get your hopes up,” Charlie said. “And I won’t either.”

“Well, you’ve certainly gotten something else up,” Draco said after a moment, looking down at the sheets covering his blatant erection.

Charlie chuckled, “You do have the stamina to take care of two of us.” He swooped down and kissed his lover again, thinking—hoping—that the three of them could be very happy together, if only Hermione could accept it.

-o-o-o-o-o-o-

Hermione had spent all week during work biting her nails trying to figure out what Draco would want of her now, or if Charlie had even forbidden him to talk to her. She had not seen Draco at all on Monday or Tuesday, and on Wednesday she had walked by him in the hall and he had barely acknowledged that she was there. Yesterday, she had been out of town doing research for another project that she was doing. Finally, it was Friday and she had yet to talk to either Draco or Charlie.

She was biting her nails, sitting at her desk trying to understand what that meant. Did it mean that she was terrible and Draco just didn’t want to see her again? Or did it mean that they didn’t want anything to do with her, including writing the divorce law—which she had yet to talk to Draco about again since last Sunday. She was getting nervous and it was getting near the end of the day. At least during the week she had other things to occupy her mind. A whole weekend in front of her with only this to think about would not be good for her overactive imagination.

“Are you mad at me?” a voice asked from the doorway. Hermione looked up from her nails to find the object of her thoughts standing in her doorway.

“Of course not!” she replied, shocked. “What would make you think that?”

He walked in the door and closed it behind him. “I don’t know. I haven’t been able to get you alone all week. I wanted to talk to you but you’re always with someone else, or when I saw you in the hall on Wednesday, you didn’t even acknowledge that you saw me. I just wanted to make sure you weren’t mad at me for the whole Charlie thing.”

Hermione smiled. “And here I was afraid that you didn’t want me anymore,” she said, looking shyly down at her fingernails.

“How could I not want you?” he asked, walking closer to her desk. He looked back through the window into the hall to make sure no one was looking before swooping down and giving her a quick kiss. “How does spending all night tonight making love sound to you?” he asked with a smile.

Hermione smiled. “That sounds wonderful to me.” She was about to kiss him again when she stopped. “Wait, I can’t tonight,” she groaned. “I have to go to a baby shower for Ginny tonight. Her and Harry are finally pregnant.”

Draco groaned and sat on her desk. “Tomorrow then?” he asked, sounding hopeful.

“I’m ninety-nine percent sure I don’t have anything going tomorrow,” she said with a smile. He returned her smile and brushed a hand through her hair. They sat in silence for a few minutes. “So, Charlie’s okay with this?” Hermione asked finally. He hadn’t said anything about his lover so far. “I mean, he’s okay with you being with both of us?”

Draco didn’t answer her question. Instead he asked: “What do you think of Charlie?”

“What do you mean?” she asked.

“He’s afraid that you only think of him as an older brother figure,” Draco said. “Just someone who’s nice to have around in case someone’s arse needs kicking.”

“He thinks that?” Hermione asked. “I mean, at first it was sort of like that, but…”

“But…?” Draco asked hopefully.

“Okay, if I tell you this, you have to promise me that you won’t tell him, because it would be so embarrassing, especially since he doesn’t feel that way about me at all—”

“I won’t tell him,” Draco promised so that she would stop ranting and just tell him.

“Well, he, um…he was the main star in my fantasies until I was seventeen,” she said with a shy smile. “He still is in them often, but there are other people now, too. But before I liked Ron at all, Charlie was already there.”

Draco bit his lip to stop from smiling too widely. He had to pull himself together before saying anything else. “So you’ve got a crush on my boyfriend?” he asked in a sing-song like voice.

“No!” she said shyly. “Well, what I mean is, I…you asked me what I thought of Charlie! I think he’s probably one of the most attractive men to ever have walked this earth and I’ve been dreaming about shagging him for years. There!”

“Okay,” Draco said with a smile. “Well, he doesn’t care that we’re shagging,” he finally answered her earlier question.

“Oh,” Hermione said softly. “Well, that’s good. So we’re still on for tomorrow night then?”

“Of course,” he said and bent down to kiss her again. “I should probably finish up my stuff for the day though. And we really need to get together to talk about the divorce law thing, maybe Monday.”

“Yeah,” she said. “I’ll see you tomorrow then.”

He smiled at her in answer as he left her office. She didn’t know why she had told him all those things about his boyfriend. She supposed that she secretly had a wish that the three of them could be lovers together, but she knew that that would never even be a possibility if Charlie felt nothing about her except as a little sister.

-o-o-o-o-o-o-

Well, this was awkward.

She was lying in bed with Charlie—only Charlie.

She had come over earlier in the evening and she and Draco had spent hours making love, getting to know each other’s bodies intimately—touching and caressing every part of each other’s bodies.

Then Charlie had gotten home, which, Draco had said, shouldn’t have happened since Charlie was supposed to stay at the reserve overnight. But Charlie, not caring for the other two’s state of undress, had simply pulled off his own clothes and crawled into bed with them—Draco in the middle.

And that part really wasn’t that bad. No, it was when there was an urgent floo call from the Ministry that Draco needed to take care of something up in Leeds! that it had all become the way it was now. Hermione had said something about just going home, but Draco had insisted that she stay, and that he would try to be back as soon as possible. He had then kissed her and Charlie goodbye and left them without another word.

So now she was lying in bed with Charlie—Charlie, her friend with whom she talked about everything up and down the world except sex. She was naked and should have been fully sated from the hours she spent with Draco already between her thighs tonight, but being in this close of proximity with the man—the naked man—who had been in her mind and fantasies since she was fourteen, was doing a number on her hormones.

She tossed and turned and tried to find some sort of peaceful haven for her thoughts to go but every time she tried to think of something, it always went back to the naked man in bed beside her.

-o-o-o-o-o-o-

“So, Draco tells me you think I’m sexy.” He finally decided to bring it up, knowing that she would not be sleeping anytime soon. Though him coming home tonight and crawling into bed with them had been planned, Draco having to do something up in Leeds had not been planned, so it was feeling a little awkward in the bed right now. He decided that he needed to know if that was truly how she felt so that he could just shag her already—he had spent too many years already trying to avoid her. Now, knowing that his brother was a prick that deserved to be beaten to a pulp, he wanted to have her; not only to shag her senseless to make her forget her horrible husband, but also to make her feel wanted and cherished.

“Uh,” she murmured. “I told him not to tell you that.”

Charlie chuckled. “He said that you told him to not tell me something else. He didn’t tell me that, he said that he was allowed to tell me that you thought I was sexy though.”

She turned around in bed and faced him. He was lying on his side, his head propped up by his arm and he was looking at her. She pulled the sheets tighter around herself. “Well, yeah,” she said shyly. “But you don’t like women, so it—it doesn’t really matter.”

“Who ever said I don’t like women?” Charlie asked. “Just because I have a male lover doesn’t mean that I’ve never been with any women, or that I don’t like them. I’ve actually been with more women than men. There’s just something about Draco, you know, that attracts people of both sexes to him.”

“Yeah,” Hermione said with a smile. “He’s fucking sexy, that’s what.”

Charlie had to bite his lip to stop from laughing out loud at that. “That he is,” he said. “But I believe we were talking about me being sexy.”

“Well, you are,” Hermione said, braver now since she knew that he knew that she thought he was sexy and wasn’t repulsed by it at all. “With that thick hair, and the freckles on your nose, and that big grin of yours.”

“You’re making me sound like my brother,” Charlie said with a slight sneer.

“No,” she said. “You’re nothing like him. You’ve got those muscles, and you’re shorter and stronger, and…well, I’m hoping that you’re the kind of person that would never do the things that Ron has done to me.”

“Never, Hermione,” he said, leaning down close to her and kissing her forehead. Then to lighten the mood: “So, you’ve been wanting to shag me for years, and I’ve been wanting to shag you for years, and we’re in bed together naked, so I say we shag.”

Hermione smiled. “You’ve been what?”

“It’s true,” was all he said. “And I don’t want it to be just once either, Hermione. I—Gods, my biggest fantasy that I’ve had for the last couple of years, since Draco and I got together, is to be with both of you. You, me and him. Together.” He ran a hand through her hair and then pushed her shoulder back against the bed so that she was lying on her back. He moved so that he was half on top of her. “Would you want that, Hermione? Do you want it to be the three of us?”

Instead of answering, Hermione put her hand behind Charlie’s head and brought his mouth down to hers so that they could kiss. His lips were a little rough and he was surprised at first so that they were too firm, but he soon loosened up and kissed her in earnest. He moved his body fully on top of her sheet-clad one so that the only thing separating them was 1500 Thread Count Egyptian Cotton.

Before he became too distracted to finish the conversation, Charlie pulled away from her delectable mouth. “You never answered my question,” he said, slightly breathless.

“That wasn’t answer enough?” she asked. When he offered no answer, she ran her fingers down his back and grabbed his arse. “Of course, Charlie. I would love for it to be the three of us. I’ve been fantasizing about you since I was fourteen years old. You and Draco have been the stars in my mind for a very long time, and to have both of you when I thought that you were both unobtainable, and to find that you both care about me and what my horrible husband does to me, would be absolutely amazing. I have spent years denying myself pleasure like this, Charlie, because I thought it was the right thing to do, but do you know what? I just don’t care anymore.” And with that she grabbed his ass again, pulling his hips—and in effect, his very hard erection—against her. “So are you going to shag me or what?”

“Definitely,” he said with a smirk to rival Draco’s. They both worked together to get away the offending sheet that was wrapped cocoon-like around Hermione’s body. With that finally away and done with, Charlie settled back atop Hermione and kissed her again and again. He kissed her lips, then her nose, her eyes, down her chin to her neck, across her collar bones and to her chest. He spent a very long time kissing her perfect, creamy mounds, and licking, sucking and fingering her tight nipples.

“Oh, Charlie,” was all she could moan as he made love to her body with his mouth. Finally, she grabbed his hair and tugged him back towards her mouth. “Fuck me, Charlie,” she said in a sultry voice. “I want you.”

Charlie, who had been hard since they had started their conversation, almost came at hearing the dark lust in her voice. “Gods, Hermione. You’re the fucking sexy one.” He ran his hands up and down her sides, then he grabbed a pillow from the top of the bed. “Lift your hips for me, love,” he said softly. She complied instantly, putting her weight on her feet as she lifted her arse off the bed. Charlie slid the pillow under her. He then quickly bent his body over hers and kissed her again fully on the mouth.

“Charlie, I need you so bad,” Hermione moaned against his full lips. He settled his hips into the crook of her elevated thighs and pressed his hard cock directly against her entrance.

“You’re mine now, Hermione,” he said and thrust into her with a groan. Hermione’s legs spread themselves wide open as Charlie thrust into her over and over. She had one hand on his arse, squeezing it and trying to force him to fuck her harder, deeper, faster. Her other hand was sunk into his thick hair, trying to bring his face back to hers for another kiss.

“Uhn.”

“Herm.”

“Charlie.”

“i-o-ne”

“fuck”

“mmm.”

“gods.”

“fuck.”

“ugn.”

Then Charlie pulled out of her suddenly. He grabbed Hermione’s hands in his and pulled her back with him as he fell backwards back onto the bed. “Climb on top, love,” he said with a grin. Hermione had never done woman-on-top, but now seemed as good a time as ever. She straddled his thighs widely and sunk down on him. She moaned as she began to move her hips, her hands now touching herself instead of him, grabbing her breasts as his hands guided her hips faster, his hips thrusting up to meet hers.

Charlie felt himself getting close and he sat up, bending his head down to suck one of Hermione’s nipples into his mouth. This position also made Hermione’s clit rub sensuously over his pubic bone and she came in three more thrusts. Charlie lay back down and pulled her hips snugly against his as his orgasm rushed through his body, his come spilling out of his body and into Hermione’s.

Hermione collapsed against his hard body. Her legs hurt but the rest of her body felt completely sated and satisfied and just the ‘you’re mine now,’ that Charlie had spoken when he had thrust into her had made her heart almost leap out of her chest.

They were both breathing heavily and Hermione’s could hear Charlie’s heart beat slowing as she lay atop him. Finally, she murmured, “Now I really like sex.”

Charlie chuckled and ran a hand through her hair. She brought her face up to look at him and he kissed her lightly on the forehead. “I love when you do that,” she said softly.

“Huh?” he asked.

“When you kiss me on the forehead like that. You do it all the time and I love it. It makes me feel cherished, you know?” She felt like an idiot telling him that.

He kissed her again on the forehead, his lips curved into a smile as he did so. “Then I’ll be sure to do it every day for the rest of our lives.”

“I think that sounds like about the best thing in the entire world,” Hermione said quietly as she slipped off of his body so that she could lay back down in the bed. “I’m exhausted,” she claimed. “I’ve never had that much sex in a day before. Especially not that much earth-shattering, mind-blowing sex.”

“Haha,” Charlie laughed and curled up beside her in bed. He threw the sheet over their bodies and brought her flush against himself. With a yawn, he drifted into a very satisfied sleep, Hermione following soon after.

-o-o-o-o-o-o-

When Hermione awoke the next morning, she felt as though, for once, her life was perfect. She was sandwiched between two of the most handsome men in the wizarding world. Charlie was still flush against her back and apparently Draco had gotten back sometime in the night, for he lying on his side facing her with an arm thrown over her and Charlie.

She would have loved to stay here forever. Unfortunately, her bladder did not agree. She tried to wriggle out of the two men’s grips, but it wasn’t working so well, especially without waking them. Draco woke first, kissing her on the nose and smiling.

“I have to pee,” Hermione moaned.

Draco chuckled. “What a way to kill the mood,” he said with a laugh.

Hermione felt the moment that Charlie awoke, because she could feel him harden against her as soon as he did. “Merlin, you two are insatiable,” Hermione groaned.

“You love it, though,” Charlie said in a husky voice right at her ear.

“Yeah, but I have to pee!” she moaned again, trying to get out of Charlie’s grip.

“Oh, let her go to the loo, Charlie,” Draco said, pulling Charlie’s arm from around Hermione. Hermione finally scrambled out of bed and ran to the bathroom. “So last night went well then?” Draco asked Charlie.

“Merlin, yes,” Charlie said with a big smile. “She’s so fucking sexy.”

“Yeah, and now she’s ours,” Draco said. “The three of us together.” He kissed Charlie. “I told you she liked you as more than a brother.”

“Yeah,” Charlie said with a satisfied smile, lying on his back. “You’re right again.”

“I’m right most of the time,” Draco said with a bright smile, still on his side, with his head propped up by his arm.

“You’re fucking annoying most of the time,” Charlie said with a grin. “Unfortunately, most of the time that you’re annoying, you’re also right.”

“But I was right about Hermione,” Draco said. “Right about her wanting both of us.”

“She’s ours,” Charlie agreed. “You two better write that law fast so that my brother won’t hurt her anymore. I can’t imagine that.”

“We’re going to try our hardest, but that law has been in effect forever. I’m sure it’ll take years to actually get it approved by the ministry. Maybe when your father becomes the Minister of Magic next year he’ll be more easily persuaded into signing the law into effect though.”

“No one ever said he’s the one who’s going to be Minister,” Charlie said. “He’s just running.”

“Didn’t we already go over the fact that I’m almost always right?” Draco asked with a smile, leaning over to kiss his lover.

“Merlin, that’s hot,” Hermione said softly, standing in the doorway to the bedroom.

Draco chuckled and Charlie grinned up at her. Hermione then noticed that Charlie was lying on his back, making his large erection make a tent out of the sheet. Her eyes were drawn to it and, for once in her life, she wanted to try giving someone oral sex. She had done it a couple times for Ron when he had forced her to, but she had never enjoyed it at all. He just tasted like burnt, salty rubber.

She walked towards the bed, trying to look sultry in her nakedness, something that she was unused to, since she was usually not naked very often, and was being put down most of the time she was. She swayed her hips, and brushed a hand through her long, glorious curls as she walked closer to the bed. “Can I try something?” she asked, looking at Charlie, and then deliberately down at his cock.

Charlie nearly choked at the look in her eyes. As long as she was doing something that involved his cock—which her gaze had determined to be the truth—he was game. “Of course,” he said, letting her know that she could do anything she wanted.

She kneeled down on the bed and then crawled up to Charlie, slowly pulling the sheet down over his hips so that his dark red erection stood proudly before her. She leaned down and quickly licked the tip, just to get a taste of him, making sure that he didn’t taste like Ron had—that nasty rubber taste.

Charlie tasted amazing. She couldn’t describe it. It was salty, but it wasn’t chokingly salty, it was an enjoyable saltiness. She licked the tip again and then took the whole head into her mouth, trying to pretend it was a salty lollipop. She was so focused on him that she didn’t even notice what Draco was up to until he was sitting behind her, caressing her arse that was sticking in the air due to her position.

She groaned around Charlie’s cock, which was now halfway in her mouth, when Draco ran his fingers through her pussy, skimming the edges and then plunging one digit, then two, into her entrance, silently and slowly preparing her while she feasted on Charlie.

Hermione moaned again and Charlie gripped her hair and Draco was on his knees behind her, his cock against her, about to enter.

Charlie’s hips thrust up in pleasure almost the same moment that Draco thrust into her from behind, making Hermione almost choke and moan loudly at the same time. Instead the moaning somehow suppressed her gag reflex and Charlie’s cock hit the back of her throat which made her reflexively swallow around him.

“Oh, fuck!” Charlie yelled loudly. “I’m going to…” he trailed off, moaning and thrusting his hips up. “Swallow, Hermione!” he shouted.

Instead Hermione panicked, she pulled her head up, not sure if she could do that, she looked away from him, trying to look back at Draco who was slowly dragging himself out of her and then plunging back in. “I…” she looked back at Charlie. “I don’t think I can,” she said, embarrassed.

Then Draco pulled completely out of her and was on his knees next to her, taking the base of Charlie’s cock in one hand. “You’re going to let this go to waste, Granger?” he asked in a mockingly condescending voice. He enveloped all of Charlie’s cock in one motion and began licking and sucking him until Charlie was making those groaning noises again, his hips thrusting his cock further down Draco’s throat until, almost a full minute later, he simply collapsed. All the tension gone from his body.

Draco licked his lips as he let Charlie’s soft cock slip free of his lips. “Tasty,” he said in a smug voice to Charlie.

Hermione was kneeling in the same exact position she had been, shocked. Sure, she had heard Draco and Charlie talk about being in a relationship, about being together. She knew that they were a couple, she knew that they must have sex and do other things that couples did, but she had never expected to actually see it. And to actually see it was one of the most erotic things that she had ever experienced in her entire life. She moaned helplessly despite herself and then both of their gazes shot to her, as they must have forgotten that she was still there. Then Draco softly pushed her over so that she was now lying on the bed, and climbed on top of her, spreading her knees with his so that he was back between them.

Before Hermione even realized what was happening, Draco was inside her again, thrusting against her relentlessly. She could do nothing but grab at his hair, wrap a leg tightly around his waist, pulling his arse into her harder with every thrust. He grinned as he thrust into her, over and over. Both of them moaning and groaning each other’s names until Hermione reached the summit and exploded, every muscle in her body contracting around Draco so that he was taken with her, incinerated in her heat.

Then they collapsed. Exhausted. Sweaty. Sated.

“I’m starting to get hard again,” Charlie said with a sadistic smile.

Hermione groaned and rolled over away from them. “I can’t have any more sex,” she said breathlessly. “It’s too much, you two are going to kill me.”

“Well, I think it’s time for breakfast then,” Draco said. “I make wonderful pancakes.”

Charlie chuckled and turned Hermione over to face them. “It’s the only thing he can cook, so he likes to make them a lot.”

“But at least they taste good,” Draco said, defending himself.

“Okay, let’s have breakfast then,” Hermione said with a smile. “Anything to get me out of this bed.”

“I thought you enjoyed sex now,” Draco said, pulling her up and away from the bed.

“A healthy amount of sex,” she said with a grin. “You two are giving me an overdose.”

“Well, you’re going to have to get used to it,” Charlie said with an answering grin, pinching her arse as he too got up from the bed. “Because it’s going to happen a lot.”

Hermione wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing, but as she walked into the kitchen, following the two handsome men—one pale, blonde, and stoic, the other tan, redheaded, and cheerful—she couldn’t think of a better way to spend her day.

Or the rest of her life.

A/N: Remember, if you review, I'll get the sequel up sooner!

~Boo Boo