Before We Leave

Draco smirked as Harry's attention moved from Hermione's startled, silent form, to him, sitting back with his arms folded behind his head. "Nice of you to finally find us, Potter. And here I thought I was going to have to find more creative ways to entertain myself."

Hermione's head suddenly snapped to look at Draco at that, and he smirked at her before continuing. He stood up swiftly, erection still standing proud as he walked over to Hermione.

"Don't be shy, come on now, Granger, stand up. Let Potter get a good look at you," he ordered her, and in her shocked state, she only barely protested, gasping when the tiny tank top was ripped from her hand. Her only form of cover gone, she was pulled to her feet by her upper arm, and continued to stare at Harry in wide-eyed disbelief. Draco laughed.

"Oh, come on, you two. Its not as if you haven't seen each other nude before, I'm sure!" he said, looking back and forth between the two, and when they gave him a puzzled look, he let out a loud laugh. "Merlin, you haven't! Even after all these years, you two have never seen each other in the buff."

For some reason, this caused Harry to want to defend himself. He didn't know if it was something about wanting to prove Malfoy wrong, or if it was the shock, but either way, he spoke up.

"Well, I wouldn't say never," Harry said with a awkward look back towards Hermione. She looked back at him in surprise, and Harry could tell that she was feeling somewhere between offended and violated. "I mean, never on purpose, but I've caught a glimpse here or there, when her towel slips in the hallway at the Burrow, and stuff like that," he told her. "But never full on, like this."

Draco, naturally, found this amusing, and so he laughed. Hermione, flustered, turned to glare at Draco. "You're a pig, Malfoy," she snapped at him, going over to the pile of clothes laying out on the cave floor and beginning to gather them, but she didn't get more than a bra into her hand before Draco stopped her.

"And who says I'm done with you?" Draco asked, the annoyance noticeable in his voice, startling Hermione.

"Harry, lets get out of here," Hermione spoke again, watching the blonde cautiously. She didn't know how she'd got so caught up in the lust but now all she was caught up in was a nervous feeling, one she soon realized went by the name of fear.

"Oh, I don't think that's a good idea," Draco spoke, but Hermione soon realized that he wasn't talking to her, he was talking to Harry. Harry gave him a look that Hermione couldn't read, and she looked back and forth between the two, trying to figure out what their stares meant. She had a feeling she was missing something.

"Harry, I want to go home," Hermione spoke again, trying to regain some of the male's attention, but it didn't work. It was a moment before she realized that Draco was now standing directly behind her, prying the bra out of her loose grip and letting it fall to the floor.

Harry was not completely lost in the sight of his best friend's birthday suit, so when Draco spoke, he glared. "Get away from her, Malfoy." The raven haired male had his wand out and pointed at the male threateningly, but the blonde was not intimidated.

"I'm pretty sure you don't want to be doing that, Potter. Not after your little three-way rendezvous with Weaselette and that dominatrix hooker in the Shrieking Shack. Oh, did you think no one knew about those?"

Hermione stared at Harry, as Draco was behind her and out of her sight, her eyes wide with surprise. Not because of Draco's words, but because of Harry's deer-caught-in-headlights look. It meant that Draco was telling the truth.

"What is he talking about, Harry?" Hermione asked, shocked. Why would Harry and Ginny bring a third person into their love making, let alone a dominatrix prostitute? It was absurd.

"Er…"

"Go on, Potter, tell her."

"Harry, what is he talking about?" Hermione repeated, feeling extremely nervous. Her heart was beating wildly in her chest. She’d been caught in some pretty nasty predicaments before, but none ever like this. She barely even registered Draco's hand moving up and down her back lightly, causing the hairs on the back of her neck to stand on end and a chill to run up her spine.

"Hermione, its not how it sounds-"

"Are you sure about that Potter? Cause it sure sounded to me like you were rather enjoying taking that strap-on up the arse while you nailed your girlfriend." Draco smirked, and Harry glared at him over Hermione's shoulder while she stared in awe.

"You don't know what you're talking about, Malfoy," Harry said angrily, but his stance betrayed his discomfort. Hermione breathed hard as she felt Draco's hand slide down her body and between her legs. She could feel his fingertips brushing against her moist folds. She started when she felt one of those fingers enter her, and that was when Harry seemed to notice as well. "I told you to get away from her!" he demanded in attempt to change the subject. He aimed his wand, but didn't have a good enough shot because the blonde was standing straight behind the female he was violating.

Hermione's eyes shone with tears. She was enjoying it. She was actually fucking enjoying the feeling of her enemy's long finger inside of her tightness. And she hated that fact more than anything else in the world. She wasn't supposed to enjoy this. It was taboo. So when he added a second finger, she whimpered. Ron always skipped the foreplay, so she wasn't used to this feeling, or this pleasure.

"Come here, Potter," Draco instructed, ignoring Harry's words and soaking in Hermione's minuscule sounds. Harry rose an eyebrow and watched him suspiciously as he came to stand in front of Hermione.

"What do you-"

"If you've never properly seen Granger nude before, then am I also right to assume that you've never touched her? Never tasted her?" Draco asked slowly, extracting his fingers from within her heat and sliding them up her body, over her right breast.

"You're disgusting, Malfoy," Harry snapped, while Hermione was frozen in shock. But Draco just ignored his words once more.

"Come on, have a taste," Draco invited him, offering his juice covered fingers to the raven haired young man. Harry didn't move, and so Draco smirked. Stubborn Gryffindors. "She's delicious, I promise," he told Harry. When Harry shook his head and opened his mouth to protest, Draco took the opportunity it offered and stuffed his soiled fingertips into the male's mouth.

Harry was shocked by the sudden intrusion and pulled away, but not before getting a good taste of his best friend. Well this was awkward. He never thought he'd know what Hermione's… well, woman parts… tasted like. The scary part was that, like Hermione had enjoyed being fingered by Malfoy, Harry had enjoyed tasting Hermione's personal juices.

"You're a prick, Malfoy," Harry told him angrily, while Hermione blushed furiously. Draco just laughed.

"Oh, you enjoyed that, did you?" Draco said, calling Harry on it. Harry flushed about as badly as Hermione had blushed. "Go on, then, get on your knees. Give her a good lick," he said, so casually that one would have thought he was talking about an ice cream cone.

Harry gave him an appalled look. Had he really just said that? Harry's head was spinning. He hadn't even noticed yet that he was completely stiff, straining against his pants. Draco was grinding his erection between her legs, clearly enjoying the feeling of her moistness along his shaft. Harry noticed, and it annoyed him to no end.

"She's ready for you, Potter. She's getting wetter the more I talk to you about it."

Hermione's head turned away from Harry's shocked gaze, embarrassed by the fact that Draco was absolutely right. She was becoming more moist between the legs the more she imagined a tongue, any tongue, lapping at her sweet juices. She snapped out of the thoughts when she saw Harry comply to Draco's order, slowly moving onto his knees, despite the roughness of the stone cave floor.

Harry knelt in front of his best friend, finding himself staring straight at her glistening core. He swallowed the dry lump in his throat as he caught her scent. It was intoxicating, inviting, it completely seduced him. He moved a few inches closer to her, which was really all the space there was between them to begin with. His nose was nearly touching her clit, his hands holding her thighs to keep himself steady. He knew she'd be able to feel his hot breath on her pussy, which she confirmed with her sharp intake of breath. He looked up at her and she looked down at him, and as their eyes met, Harry opened his mouth, stuck out his tongue, and gave her juicy lips a single, long lick.

Hermione let out a soft moan at the feeling of that tongue on her core and she felt Draco reposition himself, placing his erection between her butt cheeks and grind himself between them. Harry hadn't stopped there, though. Hermione was soon biting her bottom lip to keep from moaning out loudly in pleasure as her best of friends devoured her. She could tell that he was really getting into it. His licking had turned into lapping and prodding, and she felt herself nearing orgasm.

Draco was rather amused.

"That's right, Potter. Eat her pussy. Eat her like the dirty, tasty slag she is." He still couldn't believe he'd gotten them to do this. It’d been far too easy. Child’s play, really. Then Draco put his lips to Hermione's ear and whispered to her, "You like that, don't you, Granger? You like Potter's hot, wet tongue inside of your juicy cunt? You want to cum?" He knew he was being completely foul, but the moans that Hermione emitted at his words let him know that he was having just the effect on her as he was hoping to have. And she wasn't the only one.

Harry was in heaven. The taste of Hermione's juices was turning him on in a way he'd never known Hermione was capable of doing to him. He upped his game, sticking his tongue as far into the female as he could and completely devouring his delicious little Gryffindor mate. He gently spread her legs wider apart, and reached one hand up, inserting a single finger into the hot cunt that he was currently eating. It wasn't long before one finger became two, and Hermione's moans were growing louder and louder with each new form of torture.

She felt a finger touch her lips and her mouth opened to accept it, and she sucked on the appendage for a moment before it was withdrawn again. She felt it again a moment later, however, prodding at her back entrance. She was too caught up in her pleasure to stop him, and another moment later, he'd gently pushed the finger deep into her ass. Now, Hermione Granger had never been one to find such actions acceptable, but right now, she couldn't have stopped him if she'd tried. The logical side of her brain was no longer functioning, instead she was being controlled by the impulsive side.

Draco had assumed Granger would be an ass-virgin. She just didn't seem like the type who would bend over and take it up the rear, nor did her boyfriend seem like the type to have enough courage to make such a suggestion. He wasn't disappointed. He began to move his finger in and out of her extremely tight hole, feeling Potter's fingers moving inside of her as well through the thin wall of skin separating the two passages. As he upped the speed and depth of his movements, Hermione's moans grew louder and more frequent. The kinky little slut was love this.

Hermione could barely comprehend the sensations she was experiencing. Between the tongue lapping at her dripping wet pussy, the fingers beating it from inside, and the single finger up her arse, she felt like she was going to explode. It was incredible. She found one hand coming up behind her head to grab onto Draco for support, while the other moved down in front of her to hold Harry's head against her middle, refusing to let him stop. She could barely breath,, and her mind went completely blank. She was going to orgasm any second now.

Or so she thought.

"That's enough, Potter," Draco stated suddenly, but he didn't stop his own movements. His hand began to twist, working her ass hole from different angles. The raven haired male stopped, caught by surprise, and withdrew his fingers from inside the female. He gave her one final lick before sitting back, panting. He hadn't realized how much effort it'd taken to eat this beautiful little brunette out. "Start getting undressed, then lay down on that pile of clothes," he ordered the male once more. He could hear Hermione's breathing beginning to calm. She was coming down from her high. Perfect. That was just what he had planned. This was going to be an interesting threesome. He could feel Hermione's fingers enter herself, but he allowed it. She was moving them slow and shallow, not nearly enough to let her finish before he was ready for her to do so.

Harry barely knew what was happening until suddenly he was told to stop what he was doing and take his clothes off. Only then did he realize how rock hard he'd become, and he immediately obeyed, stripping his clothes in a hurry and laying on his back on the clothes that had been laid out like a bed, the clothes he'd found them on when he'd shown up, what, an hour ago? Longer? Shorter? He didn't even know. He watched as Hermione tried to pleasure herself, and he took his own finally freed member into his hand and began to stroke it slowly, not wanting to finished prematurely. He couldn't help it. He couldn't remember the last time he'd witnessed something so unbearably sexy. As he watched, Draco carefully grasped Hermione's wrist, pulling her fingers out of her. He then got onto his knees, much as Harry himself had done, spread the female's cheeks, and began to eat away at the tight hole his finger had only just occupied. Hermione moaned and Harry groaned and his fist tightened around his member, pumping it a little harder, but not too hard.

Hermione didn't know what to do with herself. One hand went into her hair, while the other, juice covered hand went to her breasts, pinching and squeezing them in turn. She never thought that such a thought would cross her mind, but at this moment, all she wanted was to be fucked senseless by the two men she was accompanied by. She could feel Draco's tongue forcing its way into her ass at a pace she really didn't think was possible before now. She was just getting used to the feeling of his tongue fucking her ass when he instructed her to bend over. She did so on shaking legs, and gasped in surprise when Malfoy inserted a finger in her pussy once more. He fingered her hard, deliberately, and her moans grew loud and fast in time with his movements. And still, his tongue didn't quit. "Oh, God," she moaned out, and it was then that Malfoy finally stopped.

Draco removed his finger from her hot cunt, and his tongue from her tight ass, and stood, stroking his so far abandoned cock. Hermione got back to her feet and Draco pulled her body to his, his cock pressing into her rear once more. "You want to get fucked, Granger?" he asked roughly in her ear, his voice low so that only she would hear him. She nodded vigorously. Draco smirked what would have been an intimidating smirk, had anyone been able to see it. “Go climb on top of that cock, then,” he instructed her, and then reached a hand down to rub her pussy quickly before she made a small, squeak-like sound, and hurried over to Harry.

Harry watched Hermione come over to him and he helped her onto his lap, and for the first time, their lips met in a smoldering kiss. Draco watched, following Hermione but standing back as he observed. They looked like lovers, real lovers. It made him wonder if they’d ever done this before. He chuckled nearly soundlessly at the thought.

Hermione aligned herself on top of Harry without breaking the kiss. She didn’t want to take the time to think. She just wanted to fuck, and fuck hard, for that matter. She slowly lowered herself onto him, and they both groaned into each other’s mouths. Hermione began to move slowly, wanting to draw this out.

Draco was very amused. The sight of Hermione’s small, yet admittedly round little ass bobbing up and down as she rode her best friend’s cock was just funny to him. He came up behind the duo and positioned himself behind them, but didn’t enter Hermione just yet. Not with his dick, at least. Instead, he quickly sucked on two of his fingers, successfully wetting them, and he pushed the two long fingers into her ass hole. He heard her moans and knew that she was looking forward to having his thick rod shoved up her rear. He pumped his fingers in and out of her quickly, and her moans came out as more of a pant than anything as she began to ride Harry to match the pace of Draco’s fingers.

It wasn’t long before he added a third finger, and she let out a small scream at the sensation of being stretched so widely. Harry was bucking into Hermione from below now, and Draco was using his free hand to stroke his lonely member. Hermione was just about ready, all Draco was waiting for was Hermione to confirm this for him.

“Are you ready, Granger?” he asked her, his voice husky, breathy because of his withheld lust, his need to fuck. He heard her let out a loud cry of need as she began to ride Harry harder. Draco let a smirk grace his features as he nodded for no one to see. He aligned himself at her entrance and let a few drops of spit drop down into her hole. He swirled them around her hole with the head of his cock before slowly pushing himself into her.

Hermione let out a small pained cry at the initial intrusion. No matter how much he’d been fingering her, his three fingers had been nothing compared to his actual shaft. He moved in her slowly, pushing further into her inch by inch. Meanwhile, she’d ceased her movements with Harry, but he was still moving into her with vigor.

It was only a few moments before he was moving deeper and faster into her. He felt her body begin to relax and knew that she was beginning to enjoy it more and more with each thrust. Soon, he was moving at a steady pace, matching that of Harry’s who was still fucking the brunette’s pussy as if his life depended on it. Meanwhile, Hermione was crying out in pleasure, back arched, head tossing to and fro as if she really didn’t know what to do with herself. She’d had several orgasms by now, the boys knew, but they had no intention of stopping any time soon.

It was only about twenty minutes after Hermione came and climbed on top of him that Harry knew he wasn’t going to last any longer. “Oh, fuck, Hermione. I’m gonna cum,” he groaned as he thrust into her as hard as he could. Hermione was too busy screaming for anyone in one mile radius to hear, so she didn’t respond. Instead, Draco did.

“Yeah, that’s right, Potter. Fill her hot cunt with your cum.” As he spoke, he fucked Hermione harder. He was pretty close himself. He couldn’t help it. He’d never been in such a tight hole. He wanted nothing more than to fill it with his seed, which is just what he did. Only moments after Harry came, groaning, into Hermione’s pussy, Draco shoved himself as far into Hermione’s ass as he could fit and released several loads of hot white seed into her super tight hole.

The three were left panting, and Draco was the first to come back to life. He pulled out of the Gryffindor and bent down to look at the hole he’d just fucked into oblivion. He could see his spunk beginning to drip out of her already re-tightening hole. He reached two fingers in and scooped out a large helping of the white fluid and brought his hand around to Hermione’s mouth, pressing his finger tips against her lips. Her mouth opened and she took the semen as if it were a rejuvenating potion. Hell, maybe it was.

“Tastes good, doesn’t it, Granger?” Draco asked the female as he extracted his fingers from her mouth and sucked them clean himself. He wasn’t afraid of his own cum. What was there to be afraid of? “Come on, time to get up. We’re not done yet,” Draco announced after a moment, moving and standing up, a smirk on his lips, his penis once again fully erect.

Hermione wasn’t sure how she could handle any more, but she obeyed all the same, getting up off of Harry. As he slipped out of her, so did a great fraction of his cum, and it slid down her thigh. She got onto her shaky legs carefully, and turned to Draco, who wrapped his arms around her for support and kissed her lips passionately, lustfully. She kissed him back with just as much lust and passion. While their tongues danced for dominance, no one noticed Harry getting up and moving, on his knees, to sit behind Hermione. He made his presence known by licking the still warm cum from her thigh and straight up, until his tongue occupied the tight hole Draco’s cock had only recently vacated.
It wasn’t until Hermione moaned into Draco’s mouth that he became aware of Harry’s actions, and he chuckled lightly at the realization of what Harry was doing. That boy was full of surprises. Who knew he liked the taste of other men’s cum? And Hermione was rather liking it, herself. “Oh, Merlin, Harry. Yes!” she moaned, resting her head on Draco’s should in sheer exhaustion. They’d honestly fucked her senseless. She didn’t currently know up from down.

Draco only allowed this to go on for a minute or so before he told Harry to stop and instructed him to lay down again like he’d done before. Curious as to what Draco had in mind now, for it surely wouldn’t be the same thing twice, Harry obeyed. Next, Hermione was instructed to get on top of Harry again, only this time, to lay with her back to his front. Unsure, Hermione obeyed as well, and allowed Draco to help her into the desired position.

Harry didn’t take long to figure out what was in store for them. It was a simple reversal of what they’d just done. Harry realized that this time around, he’d be the one with the pleasure of sticking his cock deep into Hermione’s ass. Harry positioned himself at Hermione’s pussy hole first, at Draco’s instruction, and thrusted up into her awkwardly. It was an unusual position, but once he’d gotten into a rhythm, it felt amazing. To Harry’s disappointment, though, Draco didn’t let this go on for long.

“Alright, Harry, I think you’ve had enough of that hole. Why don’t you try the other,” he told him, and Harry let himself slip out of Hermione, and then reached one hand under them to position himself outside of her ass hole instead. If it weren’t for the good ass-rimming he’d just performed on Hermione, he wouldn’t have been sure he’d have been able to enter her at all, but it turned out she was still plenty wet, and ridiculously tight, especially for someone who’d had her ass fucked just ten or fifteen minutes ago.

Harry held Hermione’s legs open wide and listened carefully to Hermione’s sounds, wanting to make sure he was pleasuring her and not hurting her at all times. She seemed to be enjoying it, though, and Draco joined in once more. He knelt down on top of them, his legs bent wide over the two of them, and he pushed himself into the unusually tight pussy. The presence of Harry’s penis in her anus made it that much harder. He managed it, though, with some force, and began to rock in and out of her repeatedly, wanting to get her used to the feeling again.

Hermione was in shock. Her head was spinning all over again. She rested her head on Harry’s shoulder, her hair over her own shoulder to keep it from getting into Harry’s face for courtesy sake. Her moans were loud, screams, really. She’d never felt so full in her life, well, except for a few minutes ago when they’d done the same thing in reverse position. It was insane that her body could even take so much. She felt like she should have ripped open by now. The stretching was painful, but the feeling of the cocks beating into her made the slight pain worth it.

“Fuck, I should have known you’d be such a good shag. All the innocent ones are,” Draco spoke in with a series of groans as he pounded into the tight pussy. “Come on, Granger, cum for me. Let me feel you cum for me,” he prompted her, still pounding into her as relentlessly as before. Hermione screamed out at his persuasion and came, hard, gripping his cock in a vice grip and causing him to spill his seed. Draco made sure that every drop of him got into her, pushing into her cunt deep and hard and unsteadily until he knew he was done, and the he slowly let his cock slip out of her once more.

Hermione repositioned herself at the point to better suit Harry, who was still at a rather awkward angel. She sat forward, and he took her hips as he continued to thrust up into her at full force. It felt odd, being fucked in the ass and only in the ass, but it felt good, too. She was getting used to it. Hermione reached one hand down to play with her clit, needing some form of release than the anal fucking was just not giving her. Seeing this, Draco came to helped, and pushed her back just a little bit as he got between the legs of the two fucking and began to eat Hermione’s pussy once more. It was delicious to him, and he just couldn’t get enough.

Hermione came again, and soon, so did Harry, filling her in a way she was becoming very familiar with. She got off of Harry and laid beside him, beat. Round two had taken a lot out of her.

“So you two ready for round three yet?” Draco asked after a few minutes of rest. There was still one more thing he wanted to do, or else this big shag-fest would have been a waste of time. He looked at the two as they looked at him, and Hermione whimpered quietly at the idea of having any more cock inside of her. “Don’t worry, babe, you don’t have to move for this one,” he promised her. “Potter, go shove it in her.”

Draco instructed Harry to get on top of her. To spread her legs, and get between them. Harry did just that, and then Draco came and whispered into his ear, instructing him further in secret. Harry nodded and grabbed onto Hermione’s legs, pushing them so that they’d bend at the knee up towards her chest. As Harry did this, he pushed himself into her, and Hermione cried out at the sudden intrusion. But it was pleasure that she cried out into. Never before had she been penetrated so deep, and it was a mind blowing experience.

Draco just watched, for the longest while, as Harry pounded into Hermione. It was an interesting sight to behold, but it got somewhat boring after a while. He heaved a sigh and then spoke. “So, Potter, you like it up the ass, do ya?” he asked the other male, causing him to stop his thrusts into the female. She sighed in protest, having been enjoying the rough fucking. Harry didn’t respond, though, so Draco shrugged and went on. “Come on. Are you honestly telling me you don’t want to know what it feels like to have a real cock inside of your crap hole?” It was a little crude, yes, but he didn’t really have a better way of putting it. Harry turned to look over his shoulder at the blonde.

“You telling me you’re gay now or something, Malfoy?” It was the first time he’d addressed the other male directly since his initial arrival at the cave. Draco didn’t care much for that response, however. He glared at the Gryffindor.

“A hole is a hole, Potter. Now do you want it or not?” Draco’s voice was stern. He wanted an answer and he wanted it now, or else they’d need to strategize a new position.

Harry sighed, not really sure how to go about giving Draco Malfoy permission to fuck him in the rear. Did he even want Draco to fuck him? He wasn’t sure. Sure, the feeling of being fucked was incredible, he’d give him that, but did he want to be fucked by a man? A real man, not just a toy man strapped onto a kinky hooker? And yet, he felt his cock twitch inside of Hermione in anticipation. Yes, he definitely wanted to get fucked. Now the question was, how to admit it? Luckily for him, Hermione beat him to it.

“Yes, he wants you to fuck him, now fuck him already so he can get back to fucking me,” she whined, attempting to push herself against the raven haired male, needing the friction.

Draco smirked. “Hold on tight, Potter,” he warned him, and after spitting into his hand and rubbing the saliva all over his cock, he pressed it to Harry’s back entrance, and shoved it deep into the far from virgin hole. Both males groaned loudly at the sensation, and Draco got right into a steady rhythm, using just his hips to thrust into the male.

Harry felt the blonde's cock penetrate him and groaned as his ass hole was stretched, feeling the member sliding between his anal walls in a way that was never meant to happen. It was unholy, and it felt so good.

It wasn’t long before Draco set a rhythm, and that rhythm set Harry and Hermione into a rhythm as well, and soon, all three of them were moaning, groaning, screaming, and crying out in pleasure.

“Don’t forget to take advantage of that stretched ass hole, Potter. It might be your last chance to feel the heaven of her anus while you fuck it,” Draco reminded Harry several minutes into their threesome. Harry nodded, kissing Hermione hard as he removed himself from her pussy and instead inserted himself in the hole below it, which was already nearly as tight as ever once more. Hermione let out a small noise of protest, but it was more out of surprise than not wanting it. In all honesty, she’d found that she’d enjoyed it.

Harry switched back and forth between her ass and cunt several times throughout their session, and they went on for about a half hour before they’d finally worn themselves out. They each came, one right after the other, starting with Hermione.
She never knew it could be so erotic to watch two men have sex, let alone to be part of it. Each time Draco drove into Harry, it shoved Harry further and further into her, doubling Harry’s efforts, and Hermione’s pleasure. The sounds the males made, the way Harry sucked on her nipples while Draco was going easy on him, and the way he screamed in pleasure when he didn’t. As they continued to shag one another, sweat had beaded onto her forehead, her breasts, and just about every other inch of her, as well. There was little friction anymore, as their bodies slid against each other like a well oiled machine, literally. She’d had several orgasms already, but she knew she was about to have another. She was growing a little worn out, and knew she’d need a break, at the very least. But a moment later, she noticed that both boys were moving even faster than before. They were getting ready to finish, she just knew it.

Harry knew he didn’t have much left in him. Between Hermione’s hot, wet, tight cunt wrapped around his dick, and Draco’s hard, thick, long rod shoved up his anus, he was on the brink of spilling his load into his best friend regardless to the potential risks. Each time Draco drove into him, it pushed him further into Hermione. Draco was practically doing all the work for him, and it was heaven. It wasn’t more than a few seconds or so after Hermione came once more, gripping his cock in a tight squeeze, that Harry realized he couldn’t hold on any longer, and he emptied himself deep into Hermione’s womb with a groan.

Draco smirked at the sight of the two Gryffindors cumming all over each other. He, himself, was already reaching that point, and after a few more deep, painful thrusts into his rival, he spilled his seed into the male’s ass. He’d never done something like this before. Sure, he and his buddy Blaise had tag-teamed girls here and there, but they’d never fucked each other in the process. But he couldn’t deny it. As he’d told Harry, a hole was a hole, and fucking Harry had been no different from fucking any other person.

He remained on his knees, panting, as Harry’s spent body slacked over Hermione’s. The female was panting heavily as well. A bead of sweat dripped down her forehead backwards into her drenched hair. Between the heat of the cave and their activities, they were all soaked. When Draco pulled out of Harry, a small drizzle of his cum came out with him, some dripping onto the cave floor, some down the male’s leg. He moved away to allow Harry to get up, and only then did Harry remove himself from Hermione and roll over to lay on his back, not even having the energy to get up. Hermione remained just where she was, chest heaving, breasts moving up and down rapidly as she fought to regain steady breathing.

“Well, that was fun,” Draco commented, as if commenting on an interesting afternoon out shopping. “Maybe we should do it again some time?” he suggested, but only to piss them off. He knew that this would likely never happen again. Why would it? They hated him and he hated them, but as he’d said, it had been fun. Pointless, meaningless fun. And he’d gotten off, over and over again. He had no regrets and no complaints. Plus, he’d probably just traumatized Granger and Potter both for life. It was win-win, really.

Harry scoffed at Draco’s statement. “Fun, maybe, bit I think its safe to say that its never happening again,” he told Draco, speaking for both him and Hermione. Hermione would never let herself get tricked into doing this again. He still couldn’t imagine how Draco had gotten her to do all of this in the first place!

Draco smirked at the male, then looked over at Hermione, who as it turns out, was out like a light. “Looks like she couldn’t handle all that man. No wonder she chose the weasel,” Draco said to Harry, still looking at Hermione’s nude, sweaty figure, cum leaking out of her glistening cunt. Draco found himself kneeling between the sleeping girls legs, and a moment later, he licked at the mess Harry had left behind. “Merlin, her pussy tastes so good,” he told Harry, before doing it again, and again. He kept his actions slow and light, though, not wanting to wake her. He wasn’t trying to get her off, he was simply trying to clean her up.

Harry watched in awe of Draco’s nerve. How dare he violate Hermione like that in her sleep, when she couldn’t consent, though, he was kidding himself if he honestly thought she wouldn’t have consented. What female wouldn’t have? Harry just sighed and went to gather his clothes, until he realized that Hermione was asleep on top of them. Lovely. What now? Harry sat up an pulled his knees up casually, arms hanging across them boredly.
The next thing Harry saw shocked him, it really did. Draco was on top of Hermione. He was fucking her, he was actually fucking her, while she slept!

“Bloody hell, haven’t you had enough?” Harry complained at the sight. This is not what he came here to do. He came to rescue her, not to watch her get fucked in her sleep by a death eater. Draco just shook his head and looked over at Harry with a smirk.

“Never,” he answered, sliding his thick, ever hard cock in and out of Hermione’s resiliently tight, wet hole, slowly as ever as to not awake her.

It wasn’t long before Draco began to groan, and after a few deep, shaky thrusts into Hermione’s sleeping figure, Harry knew that Draco had cum in her. It bothered him. He didn’t even want to think about what Draco was carrying around with him.

Draco pulled out of her at long last, and his cum came out with him, unsurprisingly. Harry was shaking his head at the blonde, who just shrugged in response. He didn’t really care what Harry thought of him. You can’t very well call it rape when you know that she would have been willing, had she been awake

“Conjure us up some blankets or something , Potter. She needs rest, and you’re not getting out of here until she gets it, if the fact that she’s asleep on your clothes is any indication,” Draco said to Harry randomly after a moment.

Oh, magic, Harry had nearly forgotten about that. He did as Draco told him to, conjuring up two sleeping bags, and one blanket for Hermione. Not that it was cold, as it was scorching, but just for comfort sake. Harry tossed a sleeping bag to Draco and got up to lay the blanket over Hermione, though only over her lower half. Hermione reacted ever so slightly, rolling on to her side and pulling the blanket up to cover no more than her chest. She looked as if she thought she was sleeping in a bed. Well, at least she looked comfortable.

Draco use his sleeping bag as a mattress and stayed on top of it in his naked glory. Eventually, he grew bored, and looked over at Harry. “You sure that was your first time with a real man, Potter?” he asked almost tauntingly, but also just curiously.

Harry glanced over at Draco and rolled his eyes. “Yes, I’m sure,” he said, hating to be reminded of what he’d let that Slytherin do to him. It was shameful.

Draco smiled a devious smile. “It doesn’t make you gay, you know. Enjoying sex with another male. Even if you are the one taking it.” He chuckled and continued. “I mean, its not like you’re attracted to the sight of me and my rock hard cock, are you?” he asked Harry, curious to see the reaction he’d get out of the male.

Harry scoffed. “Why would I be attracted to the likes of you, Malfoy?” he asked bitterly. Harry was no idiot. He knew that Draco was like the hottest guy in Hogwarts, but that didn’t mean he was attracted to him. Evil was not sexy. Not in his book, at least.

“I don’t know, Potter. Why don’t you ask Granger? You know, that little thing you walked in on when you first got here, that wasn’t my doing. Not in the least. I was barely awake before she’d crawled onto my dick.” It was the truth, and the expression on Harry’s face told him that he believed it, however grudgingly so.

Harry glared at him. “Don’t talk about Hermione like that, okay? She’s a good person, something you wouldn’t know the first thing about!”

Draco laughed, at which Harry was insulted.

“A good person? Potter, she just let her best friend and her worst enemy fuck the consciousness out of her in more than one hole, behind her boyfriend’s back. I think its time to rethink the girl you call your best friend.” She obviously had some things she was keeping from him.

Harry continued to glare at him. “You don’t know the first thing about her, Malfoy. How do I even know you didn’t do something to her before I got here? For all I know, she could be under a spell!”

“With what wand?”

“Its called wandless magic, prat!”

“Something you wouldn’t know how to do, I’m sure.”

“I’ve done plenty, not that you would know. When was the last time you were in a life or death situation without your wand?”

“Never, because I’m not a big enough idiot to forget my wand.”

“Says the guy who was trapped in a cave overnight because he lost his wand!?”

How their screaming didn’t wake Hermione, neither of them knew. Harry and Draco continued to argue for quite a while before calling it quits and sitting in silence while Hermione slept it out. Neither wanted to disturb her. When she finally woke up, they all got dressed, and Hermione didn’t speak a word. She was too ashamed of her actions. They were finally ready to leave.

They exited the cave, and Draco grabbed his wand from the floor where it had landed after Hermione had disarmed him the night before. He turned to Harry, a smirk on his lips.

“Oh, by the way, Potter. Tell you girlfriend that if she ever wants another good double ass ramming like the one Blaise and I gave her last spring, to write me.” And before Harry could react, Draco apparated away.

Harry and Hermione looked at each other, shocked, before Harry apparated the two of them back home to the Burrow.


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So, here it is! Thanks to all the feedback from my last chapter, asking for a sequel, I've conceded and created this for you all! And, I've decided to write yet ANOTHER installment to this unintentional series of One-Shots. I hope you all liked this one, and please review! 1,300 views and only 3 reviews!? That's so not right! XD