Just the three of us

"Stop! Don't...stop!"


What in the bloody hell was going on over there?


Harry Potter had gone to the library to look for his best friend Hermione Granger, as she had promised to help him out with a tricky essay that was due the next day. It was getting late and Harry suspected Hermione had fallen asleep with her books. Madame Pince often let her stay longer than any other student, even after closing time.


But what he heard from the back of the so-called deserted library made those little hairs along the back of his neck stand up. What was happening? Was that a cry for help or a sound of passion? Should he go and have a peek? Could he? Whatever was going on in there and whom ever it concerned, it sounded private. Just as he was deciding not to, there was more noise with the words "stop" and "don't". Harry gave up. He had to make sure everything was okay. It probably was, but...


He really wasn't prepared for what he saw. Hermione was nearly naked, laying flat on her back on a table between bookshelves. There was a man's head between her what he supposed were hot, sweaty thighs and his hands on her hips were keeping her steady. Harry felt himself going hard as a rock in half a second.


"Don't! Stop! Don't...stop. Oh there...right there...your tongue is unbelievable. Oooh!" she cried out.


The man between her thighs wasn't an amateur. Harry felt a sharp pang of jealousy, because he knew he could never give her pleasure like that. He'd love to try though, he loved and adored Hermione, she was his best friend and he would love to make her feel even half as good as the man that was going down on her.


"Fuck me with your tongue! Make me come!"


Her words made Harry even harder if that was possible, but what came next nearly softened him temporarily. He hadn't given a single thought to the identity of the man. Surely he hadn't expected Ron? Ron still hadn't worked out the nerve to admit his feelings for their female friend.


"Oh Draco you're making me crazy. I'm almost there...god! Suck it, fuck it, do anything!"


"Come for me Granger. Scream my name!" came a muffled, all too familiar husky voice between her thighs. Soon Hermione was indeed screaming and Harry could only wonder how no one else heard it and came running to the library.


"DracodracodracoDRA-COooh!"


But Malfoy didn't stop there, he kept on his manipulations and Hermione was shivering and trembling,


"Does it hurt, dear? Are you raw?" he whispered.


"Yes, but don't stop. I love it when you make it hurt."

Harry blushed. As...fascinating - and erotic - as this was, he really shouldn't be witnessing this. He knew he should be furious and upset that it was Malfoy, but he was just in awe and...turned on.


"Hermione. Remember what you told me about having two cocks at once?" he asked caressing her thigh.


"Of course. Why?"


"Potter's standing there, watching us. I bet he's hard for you. He wants to stick it in you. Wouldn't you like that, pet?"


"Harry?! Here?" she sounded terrified. Harry could certainly understand. He didn't think Malfoy would be able to notice him from...what he had been doing so dedicatedly. Harry felt himself quite terrified as well, caught in the act of voyeurism.


"Yes. He's all hot and hard, watching the display. And who could blame him? You're breathtaking. But, to go back to the matter at hand, he could take you in the front and I could finally try that delicious, virgin arse!"


"What if it hurts?" she mumbled weakly.


"I'd take it easy, nice and slow. And Potter there would, too. I won't force you, but you said you wanted to know how it would feel. And you just said you love it when I make it hurt," he argued seductively.


"True." she sighed. "But aren't you a bit presumptuous assuming Harry wants to join us?" she was still flushed and breathing hard from her orgasm, but she managed to seem shy. She still hadn't even glanced at his way.


"Of course he wants to. I'm a handsome man and you my dear are the most edible woman in this school. And I can vouch for that!" he said licking his lips. "Isn't that right, Potter?" Draco finally addressed Harry directly and Harry had to step in. "Wouldn't you want to eat her out and fuck her to unconsciousness?"


"We-well... yes. I didn't foresee you in that picture, though," Harry answered.


"I've been in the picture for a long time, haven't I, Hermione?" Draco answered whilst tweaking her hardened nipple between his thumb and index finger. "I've been making her come ‘til she faints for months now. I was her first, and so far her only." Draco seemed very self satisfied, and even though it sickened Harry more than a little, he was able to admit to himself that if he had been making Hermione come with those kind of screams he had just heard he'd be full of himself, too. And he wondered to himself, how he and Ron could not have noticed. Had they been sleeping?


"...she loves you, as a friend..." Draco drawled. "And if I have to share her once to give her an experience she so craves it might as well be with you and might as well be now. I know you will stay quiet about it. You wouldn't want to ruin her reputation. But let me make this very clear. I'm more than capable of keeping her satisfied. This is a one time deal."


"I understand." Harry was able to breathe out. He couldn't believe what was happening to him.


"So, Potter, why don't you come over here and have a taste?"

Harry stumbled to Hermione who had her eyes tightly closed and cheeks blazingly red and he was nearing her lips when Draco interrupted,


"Not there. Those are mine. Taste her quim. You ever done that?"


"What, tasted her quim?" Harry asked, disorganized.


"No, not hers. Anyone else's!"


"No, I've never..." Harry mumbled, feeling more inadequate by each second.


"Just go down there until you reach her lips...closer. Close enough to smell her, the real her. Stick your tongue out, and have a lick." Draco instructed...or maybe it was more like an order. Draco used his hands on her breasts and hard nipples, enticing little mews from her.


Harry licked her slit tentatively up and then down and was intoxicated by the taste. Musky and pungent but not in a bad way. He had never tasted anything quite like it.


"Draco...Harry!" She sighed, shivering.


Hearing his name from her lips, lips that seemed to belong to Malfoy, gave him great pleasure as well as great pain. She was Malfoy's now, it was obvious. Whatever chance Harry or Ron had once had, they'd blown it now. Harry couldn't believe there was a time they hadn't realized she was a girl and thought of her as the sexy young woman she was now.


"Not bad Potter. She likes it."


Harry started to lick faster and with a little more pressure. Whenever he came close to a certain point, she trembled. He felt a bit embarrassed for not having former experience, but he was sure that nub was it. Her clit.


After some fervent and some slower licking and a bit of nibbling he took her clit between his lips and gently sucked. Hermione gasped loudly and pulled his head closer. If Harry hadn't been busy, he might've noticed a possessive, even slightly jealous expression on Draco's stiffened face before it was eased into a shrug. Draco knew Hermione was his. He could let Potter have a taste of her just this once. And a small part of him, which he wasn't proud of, enjoyed the idea of letting Potter taste something he could never ever have again.


"Push couple of fingers inside her. She likes that."


Harry complied. She was so wet he had no trouble with the first finger so he tried a second and then third. Damn, her insides were so hot and tight. Hermione was still close to the edge thanks to Draco's talented and enthusiastic mouth and now Harry's pumping fingers made her lose control. What made it better, or worse, was that it was Harry. She couldn't utter any words, just whimpers and guttural moans. Draco watched her affectionately. Harry was blown away by the fast contractions of her cunt. This was what happened when a girl came? He imagined his cock where his fingers still were and could barely keep breathing. He wanted to make her come again and again! He attacked her like a starved man and sucked her clit. She screamed, in pain or pleasure, he wasn't exactly sure.


"That's enough of that. Let's fuck her. Get rid of those pants, Potter."


Harry opened his fly and pulled his pants off along with his briefs. His cock leapt up so eagerly he almost laughed.


"You lie down and let her mount you."


Hermione finally opened her eyes and let herself look at Harry. Her brown eyes were like liquefied chocolate, he thought. Draco took a hold of Harry's cock (this made Harry flinch a little but it didn't affect his hardness) and helped him guide himself inside Hermione. She sat down ever so slowly and rested there.


"She's so tight!" Harry thought, and wanted to tell her that but something about Draco's presence held him back. Harry couldn't for the life of him understand how he hadn't done this to her before and how he could have been so blind about what was in front of him, all along. She had been his friend for years and Malfoy's lover only for some months. He wanted to thrust up and make her beg for him, Harry, instead of that idiot Slytherin. Before he had the chance to do that, Draco spoke once more


"Don't move, pet. You either, Potter." He had conjured himself a bottle of Muggle lube, and put a gob of it on his member and another on her arse, and then smeared it on himself and her. Hermione jumped and fidgeted and Harry could feel her cunt gripping him tighter.


When Draco was satisfied with the amount of lube, he parted her arse cheeks and put the tip of his cock on her crack, sliding it up and down, teasing her.


"You want this? You want this inside your arse, you naughty little witch?"


"Yes! God yes. But go easy..."


"Relax pet, let me handle everything.


Draco started to push himself into her, inch by inch, slow and steady and giving her plenty of time to adjust. When he was all in, he pulled himself almost all out and thrust his cock back slowly but forcefully. Hermione yelped, but didn't seem to be in any pain.


"You can move now Potter. Give her all you got, this is the only chance you'll ever have."


Harry started to push up to meet her. He could feel Draco inside her as well and the thought disoriented him, and he wasn't sure if that was good or bad. Hermione moaned and sighed and tears of pleasure trickled down her cheeks. Harry decided all had to be good, then. That was his last conscious thought as his pace quickened and he felt intense pleasure building inside him. Draco and Harry got into a good rhythm and started to fuck her in unison. Hermione screamed and cried, and it was the most beautiful sound either man had ever heard.


"I love you so much Granger. And I love your tight arse! Enjoy this, pet. I don't think I can ever share you again." Draco whispered in her ear. Hermione could just barely understand his words but they sent her off on a downward spiral that felt like a death but welcome. She nearly passed out.


Harry couldn't wait any longer; he thrust up one more time feeling his whole world erupt. He spilled his hot seed in her pussy, all the while regretting this was their first and last time. Draco's pace quickened and quickened, until it seemed a small wonder he didn't break something inside her. Hermione was limp and satisfied but still moaning from Draco's forceful fucking. Draco couldn't take anymore and he tensed up, coming to a grinding halt.


"Hermione!" he moaned, pulling himself out and spurting his seed on Hermione's back with several powerful spurts.

Harry started to feel a bit uncomfortable, being the so called under dog, both of them laying on top of him with all of their weight as they were staring at each other. Harry knew he wasn't needed nor wanted in the picture. He moved a bit and Draco seemed to get the point, more for his own sake and Hermione's than Harry's, as he picked her up and laid her down on the floor on top of their discarded robes. He didn't give Harry another glance, and neither did Hermione. Harry picked up his pants, the only clothing he had removed, and put them back on. He started to walk away, but as soon as he was out of their view and earshot (even though he doubted they even saw him anymore) he started running.


Even with his post-orgasmic glow he felt used- and utterly stupid.


He wondered if he could ever look Hermione in the eye again, and how was he going to act "normal" around Ron. Worst of all, how long would it take before he was able to fool himself into believing there was someone else for him except Hermione?