Matching Set

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Hermione dismissed Carrie who had debriefed her on how Rosie and Skip ate and slept today. The nanny house-elf straightened the fringe of her neat pink apron and disappeared with a delicate ‘click’.

Thankfully, the children had gone to bed without much fuss. Hermione couldn’t wait until the end of week when she would finally be done with the mammoth project on protecting the wilderness habitats of mountain trolls. She was itching for a little diversion after being buried in her work for weeks.

Hermione turned towards the living room door. Her husband had made a very timely entrance.

He yawned and rummaged in the pile of magazines on a side table. No problem, she would get him in the mood in less than five minutes. His looks exuded languid grace, and she knew very well that he could be at his most sensuous self in such a state.

“Draco…” She pressed her breasts, clad in the pale blue silk of her peignoir, against his deliciously hard back. “How about a little…l’amour?”

Her fingers ran through her beloved’s blond hair. She inhaled his smell, and it set off a light tingle in her lower body.

“Ahem…” Draco turned around, holding up an issue of Quidditch Review in an almost shield-like fashion . “Maybe tomorrow?”

“Pardon?”

“I’m rather…you know…spent…”

He lowered his face, and Hermione let his lips touch her cheek, the Quidditch Review still wedged between their bodies.

“I see.” Hermione stepped back. “Stopped by the Potters’ again?”

“Well, you weren’t home, and Ginny called. Harry was around too.”

“Oh.” Her eyes followed her husband, as he made his way to the couch with the Quidditch Review still firmly in his grip. There Draco gave her a consoling smile and opened his magazine.

Hermione felt like slapping him.

Wait. She had allowed her husband to frolic with her best girlfriend, hadn’t she? She could justify to herself that she hadn’t expected him to do it so regularly. But they didn’t exactly spell out how often each of them could have his or her little diversion, had they?

What a trap she was in.

“How about a nice date this weekend?” Draco asked. “You’re finishing your huge project this Friday, aren’t you?”

“Ginny’s always so available, isn’t she?”

“Haven’t we all agreed on it?” he countered.

Hermione took a deep breath. It was not right of her to react like this. They all had made their agreement in full and mutual understanding. Still, it threw her out of kilter. She’d been slaving away, straining her brain and suffering through meetings with important people. And them? They had their fun. Fucking fun.

Hermione’s heart pounded. Excellent. She’s about to unleash her temper at him, and for no real reason.

“Don’t you have Harry at work, Hermione?”

“I saw almost none of him for the past three weeks!” Hermione picked a magazine without looking. “Didn’t I tell you that my department moved three floors away from his office? Last month?”

Hermione leaned against the table and opened her magazine. It turned out to be another issue of Quidditch Review. She threw it back into the pile, in disgust.

“Sweetie, you know what?” Draco came up to her. “I’ll give you plenty of love tomorrow night.”

“Tomorrow I’ll need to prepare for my presentation on Friday. The Big Presentation.”

“Friday night, then?” He put his palm on her shoulder.” We’ll escape to that inn. Just you and I.”

“Not that inn, again!”

“All right, we could go somewhere else,” Draco said in his impossibly soothing tone.

“I want Harry to come too! And I’d like to do it on Friday afternoon, not night.”

Hermione knew she was being capricious. After all, she could ask Harry to join them some other time. But now she was in that mood of not wanting to listen to her logic. Or anyone else’s logic, for that matter. If the men had any important engagements that afternoon, it made no difference to her.

“And what do you want on Friday afternoon?” As expected, Draco did not look very pleased.

“A surprise. Please me all the way. Both of you.” Hermione paused. “Even better, the entire day.”

“You’ve got your Big Presentation, witch!”

“I know!” She didn’t feel like being reasonable. Maybe the best thing was to end it all and hit the sack. “I’m tired and going to bed.”

“As you wish.” Draco bowed his head, slightly.

Hermione swept past him to exit.

Draco summoned his BlackBerry and stared at the diminutive screen. Not that he was going to call Harry. It was late at night, and he had no desire to talk to him. Harry had been too much of a presence, lately.

So, Hermione’s late night work at the office hadn’t involved Harry. That was comforting. Draco pondered whether he had a chance to convince Hermione that Harry would be too busy this week, and get away with his little white lie.

On a second thought, Draco decided not to explore the risky route. After all, his wife and Harry worked under the same roof.

Bloody Merlin, you’d never know what to expect from a witch. She can either bury herself in work and give up all worldly pleasures, or want both her husband and lover to be at her beck and call, every day.

He thought of Ginny and her insatiable libido. Ginny was hot, no fucking argument here. But now Draco was very much ready for some one-on-one time with a woman, and it was not happening. And Merlin knew, he wanted his wife, first and foremost.

Draco summoned a house-elf. He popped into sight at once with an impeccably white napkin, glistening bottle of Blairmhain’s Finest and intricately engraved tumbler. When the old servant set everything on the coffee table, Draco dismissed him.

The liquor singed his throat, briefly. Draco closed his eyes and leaned against the back of the couch. One more gulp of the relaxing liquid, and he let the visions of two female bodies float before his mental eye. One, slim and slender; and the other, curvier and fuller. Titillating breasts and enticing slits. The eternal undoing of every mortal male, Muggle or wizard.

His member stirred, but not as much as Draco would have wished. His eyes still closed, he pointed his wand at each doorway and whispered blocking spells.

Draco unzipped his trousers and freed the most opinionative part of his body. He gave it a couple of strokes with his fist which aroused it only halfway.

Another incantation and a slight tingle ran through Draco’s abdomen. His cock perked up, but he knew it wouldn’t last long enough for him to get to Hermione. Besides, she was most likely asleep.

Draco brought his BlackBerry closer to his manhood and pressed a button. In the small picture his dick looked much better because it filled the whole screen.

Kisses from my rascal. Devoutly yours, DM.

After entering the subject line Draco shot the picture off to Hermione’s cell phone. She’d get it in the morning. He grinned at the thought of her staring at it in her office.

Draco reached for his tumbler and finished off the Firewhisky. He would certainly give Hermione the time of her life on Friday.

He studied the tiny photo again. It was not bad, his Firewhisky soaked mind reasoned. Draco selected another number in his contact list and clicked on it. Ginny would admire his male pride on her cell phone tomorrow, as well.

Groggy from the alcohol, Draco yawned, zipped up his trousers and headed to the bedroom.

*******

Loud ringing ripped through Hermione’s brain, forcing her to tear her eyes open. The alarm clock was a menace.

Hermione silenced her Muggle clock with a spell and sat up in the bed. Thank Merlin, it was Friday! In her head, she firmly resolved to get plenty of sleep tonight, after her Big Presentation.

She would go to bed at a normal time. Which meant 11 pm, and not 2 am. She would have a lovely lie in and sleep until noon the following Saturday. Carrie could take care of the little ones, while she took some much needed rest.

Hermione shook her head to get rid of the daze in her mind. Then she saw something.

Two identical boxes sat at the foot of her bed. They were in a delicate shade of green and bore the elegant silver logos of Amelie Magique, the finest lingerie store downtown.

“Morning, sweetie!” her husband’s voice greeted her.

Draco, freshly shaved, came out of the bathroom and grinned at her. The faint scent of his expensive eau-de-cologne tickled Hermione’s nostrils. How she loved him like this.

“What’s that?” She pointed at the boxes.

“Open and look.”

Draco threw his bathrobe on a chair and fondled his manhood in front of her. The sight of it nestled in his darker blond curls made Hermione wish the Big Presentation had taken place the day before.

“That’s one fine cock. So much better in nature than in the photo you sent to my cell phone!” She stretched, rounding her breasts at him. “So, what are the arrangements for today?”

“Didn’t I tell you to open the boxes?” Draco laughed and disappeared in the dressing room.

The carnal tone of his laughter set off a light throb in Hermione’s crotch. For a moment, she contemplated calling in sick, going over to the dressing room and fucking him, thoroughly, under the racks of shirts and ties.

Hermione opened one of the boxes. The crispy tissue paper revealed an elegant bra with black lace peeping out of anthracite-blue satin pleats. Underneath it was a folded note. Hermione opened it:

Please wear this when you come to my office at 9am. I’ll be waiting for you then.

Kissing your titties,

Harry

In the other box, Hermione’s fingers sensed the fluid softness of the same anthracite-blue satin and discovered a finely embroidered thong. The enclosed note read:

You are to wear this when we have our lunch at L’Artiste Nouveau, today. See you at noon.

A lick on your clit,

Draco

In the bathroom, Hermione couldn’t take her eyes off herself in the mirror. The insanely expensive lingerie from Amelie Magique was charmed to mould to any body type. The balconette bra made her breasts look so good. The simple shape of the thong brought out the curves of her hips.

For a second, a worm of jealousy stirred in her chest. Had Ginny been involved in the shopping process? Hermione resolved to spend more time with the men from now on.

The new lingerie caressed Hermione’s skin as she got dressed. Wearing this chef-d’oeuvre of guilty pleasure under a proper office outfit made her feel adventurous and wanton.

******

Harry lifted his eyes when he heard his office door opening. Hermione, famous for her punctuality, was exactly on time.

He took in her demure blue robe over a dark grey blouse and black pencil skirt. Harry rose from his chair and, before she had time to sit down, confined her in his arms.

His non-verbal Alohomora locked the door securely. The next second his lips locked with hers. His tongue plunged in her warm, willing mouth.

It’d been such a long time since they engaged in lovemaking. The thought of her being left out made him feel guilty, and his tongue caressed the inside of her lips harder.

His hands cupped her clothed breasts. The anticipation of the day ahead had already roused him, and he knew she could feel him through the fabric of his trousers.

“Do you have it on, Hermione?”

“Yes.” Her voice was throaty.

He reached for a small box on his desk. “I want to see it on you.”

She stepped back and took off her long robe. Harry watched her slender fingers unbutton her blouse. Her pale pink nail polish glistened in the morning light as she revealed the swellings of her breasts, the delicate black lace and, then, the embroidered dark satin.

With the last movement of her hands, her blouse joined her robes on a chair.

What was the name of this bra style? Ginny noted it but he couldn‘t remember. Something related to architecture? In any case, his wife had pointed out just the right style in that lingerie catalog. Hermione’s tits looked positively luxurious in the bra. Their rounded tops, the ghostly lace over their milky skin, and the silky bands constraining their volume from below.

Her favourite alexandrite pendant gleamed in her cleavage. The gemstone was emerald green in the daylight, but he knew it would turn deep red in the evening. He wished the workday was already over.

Hermione smiled at him, and Harry traced his forefinger over her full mounds. Then he burrowed it under the lace, finding her nipple. Her bosom rose and fell, and he kissed her lightly on her semi-opened mouth.

Harry pulled her bra down and bared her nipples, the ultimate purpose of his summoning her first thing in the morning. Her large, dark areolas stirred him. He lowered his mouth and took in one of her nipples. At first, it felt silky and smooth. As he licked it, it hardened and its taut tip teased his tongue.

Hermione emitted a tiny moan. Harry squelched his desire to rip the rest of her clothes off and take all of her. He felt her fingers searching for the zip of his trousers. Harry removed her hand from his body.

“Not yet, Hermione. We‘ll do it after work.”

“Then why did you ask me to come?”

“I’ve got something for you. Stand here.”

He smiled at her puzzled face and opened his box. Hermione craned her neck to see its contents. He showed her two tiny gold clamps shaped like little round beads split half-way.

“Are you going to put them on me now?” Her voice sounded wary. “You know I’ve got the presentation today!”

“I know.” He grinned at her, and, before she had time to cover herself, immobilized her with a spell. “But you wanted a surprise, right?”

“It depends what kind of surprise,” she protested, and a pink hue crept onto her cheeks.

He took his time to let his tongue play with her nipples before putting the clamps on them. The little beads latched on effortlessly, and her cheeks flushed even more. Harry pulled the bra back in place. The beads showed through the thin fabric. When he removed the spell, Hermione anxiously touched her breasts.

“Okay, I don’t really feel them much,” she said. “But if they bother me, I’ll take them off!”

“You’ll have to ask Draco or me for that. They’re enchanted not to let you remove them.”

“Bastard,” Hermione whispered while buttoning up her blouse.

“For you information, I’m leaving in fifteen minutes. I’ve got several meetings at Gringotts. But I’ll be back for your presentation.”

He wished he did not have to suffer through the stilted conferences before taking his pleasure with his best girlfriend.

“You’re a first-rate bastard.” Hermione put her robes on.

Harry laughed. She swayed slightly, her back at him, as she made her way to his office door.

When Hermione was back in her office, she brewed a cup of tea before getting to her papers. She needed to wind down after her rendezvous with Harry. Merlin, it was intense. Even more so, because they hadn’t had sex for so long.

Her nipples felt the bead clamps, but not so much as to distract her from work. Harry was only teasing her. Hermione smiled to herself as she summoned a thick file from a shelf. It landed in front of her with a ‘thud‘, and she started reviewing the presentation materials in it.

A clerk from the Magical Artifacts came in and brought a few parchments to sign. When he left, Hermione returned to her file. Soon she became aware that the clamps were squeezing her nipples harder. She locked the door with a spell and reached under her clothes to adjust her bra. It did not help.

The beads were pulsating lightly, slowly clamping her tips and releasing them. Her damned husband used his signature charm again!

Hermione tried to detach the beads manually or magically. No avail. She sensed her wetness seeping into her new fancy knickers. She already was in dire need of a good and hard fuck.

Hermione looked at the wall clock. Thank Merlin, it was already quarter to noon!

Draco strolled back and forth in front of L‘Artiste Nouveau when his wife Apparated there ten minutes to noon. Her eyes gleamed, and wayward curls fell on her pink cheeks. Hermione was so delectable; he ought to drag her to bed more often.

“Knew you’d slip away early for lunch,” he said.

“Because you cast that cursed charm of yours on the clamps!”

Hermione grabbed his hand and darted into the restaurant. The startled hostess promptly came back to her senses and directed them to a private chamber on the first floor. Draco followed Hermione up the narrow stairs and admired her shapely backside swinging in front of him

In the room, Hermione tore her blouse open.

“Either fuck me or do something with the clamps!”

“How about eating first?” Draco took a seat and handed her a menu.

His eyes lingered on her lush curves confined in the smooth satin of her bra. He earnestly wished to take it off and savour her decorated nipples, not just see the contours of the bead clamps under the fabric. But it was not part of the game.

“I want to kill you.” Hermione sat down and opened her menu.

“I want you to take your skirt off,” Draco said. “To see how the knickers fit you.”

“First, do something about the clamps. “ Hermione put her menu on the table. “I’ll have a Caesar salad and soup.”

“You undress first.” With his wand, Draco marked his choice of dish and sent both menus away. “While we’re waiting for our orders.”

Hermione got up and pulled her skirt over her head.

“Take your tights off, too.”

Draco felt very much like banging his wife right on the table. Before Potter got to her pussy. But that would breach the rules of their game.

“Makes me feel like a Barbie doll.” Hermione removed her tights. “The bead clamps are evil.”

“You’re gorgeous.” Draco waved his wand over the satin of her bra. “Better now?”

“Oh, thanks.” Hermione leaned over to him. Her alexandrite pendant dangled between her sweet mounds. He pulled her head closer and their lips joined in a kiss.

Hermione straddled his lap but he gently pushed her off before her roving hands found his manhood.

“Let’s eat, the food’s already here.” He nodded at the table, where the dishes had materialized out from air. “Don’t dress yet.”

“Of course, not yet.” She gave him a come-hither smile and started on her soup.

How many times did she lunch like this with Harry? Draco couldn’t help but wonder about his wife’s dalliances with her lover. Bloody Merlin, he’d better stop thinking too much about it.

When the food was gone, Hermione rose again, showing her body off to him. Draco’s eyes slid down the curve of her abdomen to the dark strip of her thong. Now it was time to do his part. He scooted his chair away from the table.

“Sit on the table in front of me, sweetie,” he asked.

“What do you want to do?”

“A surprise.”

Hermione gave him an incredulous look as she stepped in between him and the edge. He smiled at her, and she hoisted herself on the tabletop, parting her legs before his eyes.

He put his palm on the embroidered satin and felt the warmth of her feminine body. Draco drew a deep breath to control himself. His wife pushed forward a little, pressing herself against his hand. His fingers slipped under the strip of the cloth between her legs and found her hidden slit, moist and succulent.

Her breath became raspy and he looked up to see her face. How kissable she was this moment.

“Lift up your knees.”

Hermione obeyed without a word, raising her legs and planting her feet on his shoulders. So many times she had done it to let him taste her cunt. He pulled away the darkened strip of cloth between her thighs and stroked her swollen folds. Her breathing grew heavier, but no words passed between them.

Draco leaned forward and licked her pussy, while fishing his piece of jewelry from his pocket. When he looked up, Hermione had her eyes closed, and her lips moved soundlessly as if she was praying to a deity of love and sex.

Good, she wouldn’t see what he had prepared for her. His tongue travelled up and down her pussy, and then his fingers parted her folds to reveal the ultimate target - her clit. A light movement of his finger, and a small gold pea-shaped clamp hugged the most sensitive nub of her flesh.

Hermione’s thighs jerked together, squeezing his hand. She straightened and tugged at the band of her knickers.

“What did you put on me?”

“Another nice little clamp. Let me out, please.”

“Is that what you called a surprise? Take it off!” She pressed her thighs together harder, but Draco did not struggle to free his hand.

“I love the feel of your haunches. Soft and voluptuous.” He leaned and kissed her knee. Hermione rewarded him with a slap on top of his head.

“Look at me, rascal!”

“Gladly.” He peered into her indignant amber eyes and grinned at her.

“I won’t let you out unless you take it off!”

“So, you’re going to skip the presentation? I’m off for the whole afternoon.”

Hermione rolled her eyes, still holding his fingers between her legs.

“Would you like me to set the clamps off now? If you aren’t going back to the office?”

“No!” Hermione released Draco’s hand and climbed off the table. She glanced at her watch and squeaked, “I’m running late!”

She dressed in a hurry, while Draco sent off their payment with a wave of his wand. Once they exited the restaurant, Hermione faced him again.

“And what are your next plans?”

“Harry will tell you after your presentation. More surprises, darling.”

With these words he planted a quick kiss on her lips and Apparated away. Before she had time to say anything. Before he lost his self-control over his impossibly sexy wife.

Back in her office, Hermione uneasily settled back in her seat. The clamps seemed to be asleep, but she could never be sure when they would come alive.

If not for the presentation, she could make it through the afternoon by shutting herself in office. She could hardly work on anything because her brain inevitably drifted off to lusty images. The few hours remaining until the end of the workday seemed like an eternity.

Hermione sighed, and pulled out the outline for her presentation. As she re-read it, she felt the light tugging of her clamps. She closed her eyes, reclined in her chair and surrendered to the sweet tease of the sensations.

Thankfully, no one was supposed to disturb her. She had blocked out a couple of hours before the presentation in order to prepare. She could even enjoy a small orgasm in the privacy of her office.

Suddenly, her phone rang. The Deputy Head of the Magical Transportation Department, a.k.a. Percy Weasley, requested an urgent meeting with her. Something to do with embargoes on broomstick shipments to Iran and contraband flying carpets from Afghanistan. Apparently, it couldn’t wait until Monday.

Hermione covered her cell phone, muttered a few swear words into her parchments, and then told Percy she would be delighted to see him.

The enchanted clamps kept working up her libido. When Percy’s somber figure appeared in the doors, Hermione found him almost erotic.

“How are you, Mrs. Malfoy?” Percy positioned himself in the visitor chair and proffered a few parchments to her. “I’ve received a very urgent communiqué from the Minister himself. A prompt action is necessary to prevent a major international scandal.”

“I’m fine, thanks.” Hermione skimmed over the parchments. Her lust-fogged brain refused to make any sense of them except the fact that Percy was evidently working his ass off to gain a favour with the Minister.

“I don’t see anything that would lead to a major scandal. If you mean the dispute with the U.S. Department of Magic, you should address it with the International Magical Affairs Bureau.”

She tried hard to sound businesslike, but her voice was taking on an unwanted quality. Each clamp’s squeeze made her draw out her vowels. She fought hard not to look antsy in her chair.

Darn. Percy’s eyes were riveted to her bosom, not to the parchments. He kept droning on something regarding the U.S. Department of Magic, but his expression clearly showed that he was thinking of something else.

Hermione rose in her chair and handed the parchments back to him. Her clit clamp tugged at her unexpectedly, and she swayed her hips against her will.

A light blush came over Percy’s long face. She saw his gaze slide down to her lower body, where her straight black skirt flattered her curves so well. Hermione fought an urge to duck under her desk.

“I would be most grateful if you could look over these on Monday, then…” His fingers, instead of taking the parchments, found Hermione’s.

She withdrew her hand instantly, and the parchments floated onto the desk and floor.

“Sorry…” Percy’s face reddened. With a laboured breath, he bent down to collect his documents.

“It’s fine,” Hermione said. “I’ll look them over then.”

Was there any way to tell him to leave her alone before she pounced on him?

“Thank you so much, Hermione.” Percy edged around the desk closer to her. He clasped his hands together, as if he was afraid they would take liberties with her.

“You’re very welcome,” Hermione said. ”I’m sorry but I need to go over my presentation on the mountain troll habitats now.”

“Of course, I understand, I understand.”

Hermione breathed a big sigh of relief when the door closed behind Percy. She picked up her cell phone and dialed Harry only to get an automated message. Hermione tried Draco’s number with the same result.

She dropped the cell phone on her parchments. The clamp antics subsided but Hermione was not able to think of anything work related, anymore.

The cell phone rang, and Hermione grabbed it hoping it was one of the men calling back.

“Hi!” Ginny’s voice rang from the phone. “How’re you?”

“Splendid. I’ve nearly raped your brother just now.”

“Is Ron stalking you again?”

“No, Percy was here five minutes ago. Some stupid stuff about broomstick trade and illegal flying carpets.”

Hermione glanced at the door and cast an Alohomora on it.

“And why would you want to rape him? “ Ginny said. “He’s as dry as a walking mummy.”

“Because Harry and Draco planted those evil clamps on me!”

“Some fun for you. You asked them for a surprise, right?”

“There are different kinds of surprises!”

“All right, I’m calling to confirm about Rose and Skip. Is Carrie bringing them to our place at four?”

“Yes. Any ideas what our boys are up to with me?” Hermione pressed her thighs together and lightly rubbed her breasts. The sensations in her crotch and nipples were wickedly gratifying

“Shouldn’t it be a surprise?” Ginny asked.

“You’re my best friend, aren’t you?”

“I promised them not to tell,” Ginny’s voice was rich with mirth. “Brace yourself for a new sex perversion after work.”

“So, they told you?” Hermione was not sure if she was happy with the fact.

“Well, the last time I had sex with the boys, I suggested they’d test that perversion on you, too,” Ginny explained. “But I’m not telling you what it is!”

“Fine, don’t tell me,” Hermione said.” Only one question: did you like it?”

“Liked it?” Ginny’s voice became dreamy. “Oh, it was something… It was so…so intimate. You know, the unity of both of them.”

Merlin, how more intimate could Ginny get with the boys?

“Okay, I’m intrigued,” Hermione said. “But they ought to ask me first about the clamps!”

“Don’t you want to take a break from scripting every little get together?” Ginny said in a tone of newfound authority. “Men like spontaneity, you know.”

“I see you are now a sex expert,” Hermione joked halfheartedly.

Ginny laughed and ended the call.

By the time Hermione got to the conference room to set up her exhibits, her clamps calmed completely. Still, she had to exert herself to keep her mind on mountain trolls.

Harry was already in the empty room. Hermione summoned the thick stack of posters, and he took to putting them up right away.

“How were the meetings?” Hermione asked.

“Antagonistic, as usual.” Harry directed another poster to the wall with his wand. “They want us to provide top notch bank security, yet they sabotage our every effort.”

“The Swedish troll population chart goes before the Norwegians,” Hermione said. “I’m getting nervous about it all. This is my first major exposure to the international academia.”

“You’ve always been an expert on mountain trolls,” Harry reassured her. “Since our first year at Hogwarts.”

The doors opened and Shacklebolt entered the room. Several dignified wizards followed in his wake, speaking a foreign language.

Hermione gave her most professional smile to the Minister and his escort.
Thankfully, the clamps seemed to have fallen asleep. She felt like planting a big kiss on Harry’s cheek.

More people took their seats around the oval table, and Hermione began her speech. It was going to be one of the most important highlights of her career, and she was determined to show all of her brilliance and knowledge.

The first part on the comparative analysis of mountain troll habitats in Britain and Scandinavian countries went smoothly. Everybody listened intently, and Hermione congratulated herself for the engaging layout of her presentation.

It was good that she took off her bulky witch robes. Her restrained grey-black Muggle-style business suit projected a more powerful image.

When she moved on to the more controversial part on the use and abuse of trolls in Britain, hushed murmurs flitted around the table. Excellent. Now she had everyone’s full attention.

And there it started. As she discoursed on the underlying causes of the mountain trolls’ support for Lord Voldemort, her clamps woke up. They were not overtly forceful, but their gentle pinching here and there was most ill-timed.

Hermione shot a glare at Harry. The latter glanced at her exhibits with a perfectly straight face and jotted notes in his parchments.

Again, her speech was taking on a hint of an erotic moan as if Lord Voldemort was a hot Hollywood sex idol.

Hermione tried hard to focus on her exhibits. She walked toward a diagram of the reductions in habitat area, and the clamps quieted down. Thankfully.

When she halted in front of the poster, her clit clamp suddenly awakened, making her breathe faster. The same moment Hermione realized every wizard’s eyes were fixed on her. Merlin, this was not the way she wanted to hold their attention!

To avoid looking at the men‘s faces, she focused on Gertrude Benson, a stout gray-haired witch from the Magical Beast Rights League, who sat at the far side of the table. The matron barely looked at her because she was too busy scribbling in her parchments.

Hermione resolutely ploughed through her presentation. Now she wished she had her witch robes to conceal her involuntary body language. The male audience seemed to be captivated with her; especially Mr. Persson and Mr. Blomqvist, two tall Swedish wizards, who kept sending small smiles her way.

The witches looked far from enchanted. Of course, each of them was busy labeling her as a strumpet who exploited her sex appeal to get ahead.

“Questions?” Hermione asked. Clamps tugged at her nipples, and she made a hard effort not to arch back.

The two Swedes showered her with questions, and several more wizards joined the debate over the most effective ways of integrating mountain trolls into magical society. Hermione couldn’t help but throw glances at the wall clock.

When the people finally started leaving the room, Shacklebolt came up to Hermione, followed by Mr. Bjorstadronningen, a Norwegian expert, the two Swedes and Harry.

“You’ve delivered a most engrossing presentation, Mrs. Malfoy,” Shacklebolt’s deep baritone poured on her ears. His fingers took her by her elbow, and Hermione suddenly remembered some old gossip of the Minister keeping a mistress somewhere in France. “Our colleagues were very impressed.”

“I admire your insights and delivery of the topic,” the Norwegian with the unpronounceable name boomed. “Would you be able to present it at the Royal Magic Academy in Oslo anytime soon?”

“I would be very honoured - my schedule should be open next month,” Hermione answered and received a wink from Harry behind Shacklebolt’s back.

“Would it be possible for us to discuss the subject more in depth?” Mr. Blomqvist inquired in perfect Oxford English. Mr. Persson flashed his toothy smile.

When Hermione extricated herself from the Minister and foreign scholars, Harry had all her posters stacked neatly on the table.

“Now what?” Hermione Banished the materials to her office. “Quite a presentation it was!”

“And now we can go!” Harry put his hand around her, and they plunged into the whirlpool of Apparation.

To Hermione’s surprise, they landed right in the master bedroom at her home. Draco was already lounging in the chair stark naked.

“I see you disabled the anti-Apparation wards, Draco,” Hermione said.

“Only for today.” Draco stroked his ready member. “Why are you still dressed my sexy witch?”

“Okay, I survived your wicked clamps.” Hermione turned to the bed. “Wait, did you have the bedding changed?”

Bed sheets of deep chocolate colour adorned the bed. The drawer chest that usually stood in front of it had been pushed aside. A silver fountain floated above it. Rich brown liquid streamed down its sides into the gleaming basin at the base. The bewitching fragrance of the finest chocolate from Veuve Gauthier filled the room.

Hermione held her breath. The scent was arousing. From the corner of her eye she noticed Harry taking off his clothes and baring his muscular chest. The clamps gave her a sharp tug, reminding her to undress.

The moment she divested of her skirt, blouse and tights, she felt Draco’s hands on her waist. His touch was electrifying.

He turned her around, and her eyes fell on Harry’s naked torso. A matching set they were, her husband and her lover.

“Take off your lingerie,” Draco said. His fingers grazed her skin, sending goose bumps down her spine.

Hermione took her bra off slowly, letting the wizards savour the sight of her breasts adorned with the two golden beads. A light squeeze of the clamps, and she arched her back like a cat.

Then, her knickers came off, and she stood before them, nude and steamy.

“Lay down on the bed,” Draco requested.

Hermione gave him a small smile when she stretched out on the bed. Merlin, she had never been so aroused in her life. She looked at the chocolate fountain and wondered how they were going to use it.

The men settled next to her on each side. Her eyes skimmed over their arousals, and lusty tingles coursed through her insides.

The men’s fingers pulled at her nipples, and she arched up, woozy from the sensations. The beads slipped off, leaving her wanting the sensual touch again.

Harry put his hand between her thighs, and the clit clamp came off. Hermione gyrated her hips, trying to catch his fingers but failed. She placed her hands on each cock, feeling each man’s strength and fullness.

Draco moaned, as her fingernails travelled down his length. Without a word, he caught her hand and pulled it upwards. Harry followed the suit. A swish of her husband’s wand, and Hermione felt her hands being tied with soft ropes to the headboard. Another surge of her desire made her rock her hips. She closed her eyes and submitted to her lust and her men’s salacious fantasies.

Something warm and thick coated her breasts. Her oversensitive nipples ached from the excess heat, and she flipped her eyes open. The fountain glided away, and in an instant Draco and Harry were at her bosom, licking the dizzyingly fragrant chocolate off her. Their tongues and teeth sent small jolts of excruciating pleasure through her nipples.

Her pussy had already been well-moistened, but now it was soaked. She moaned and swayed her hips, hungry for more contact with the male flesh.

The wizards devoured the warm chocolate keenly, and Draco took to kneading her breast as his lips sucked at her nipple. Harry‘s hand stroked her abdomen. She looked at the two heads at her bosom, the brunet and the blond. Her tits loved the ways of her men.

Heavenly. Wickedly. Impossibly. Splendid.

The words drifted in her mind, punctuated by the sensations their tongues inflicted on her nipples. Her mind was dissolving in her dreamy state.

“Don’t you think I’d like some chocolate, too?” Hermione whispered.

“Chocolate?” The grey eyes looked up at her. “She wants the chocolate, Harry.”

She stared into the green eyes. “A spoonful of chocolate?”

Which of them is going to play with her pussy? Hermione was tempted to ask, but decided to leave it to the wizards. She gyrated her torso, rubbing sides with the men’s bodies.

Draco got the clue, and scooted down her body, his hand still holding onto her breast.

Harry rose, his hard cock a few inches away from her face. It sat gloriously in a nest of black curls, and Hermione remembered the feel of it in her mouth. On an impulse, she parted her lips.

“You‘re good.” Harry smiled at her. His wand swished in the air, and Hermione saw the fountain floating up to him. He dipped his cock in it.

His chocolate-glazed member touched her lips. Warm drops fell on her chin. She licked his tip, tasting the rich sweetness first, and then feeling his taut skin underneath.

At the same second, she felt the warm liquid flow over her crotch. More chocolate there. Then the sensations of Draco’s tongue, licking and digging into her aroused folds. A slight burning feeling from the melted chocolate on her tender clit made her push her pussy against her husband’s mouth.

Oh, Harry. Oh, Draco.

She was adrift in a thick haze of lust, scent and taste. Her pussy throbbed and tension mounted inside her, as swirls of Draco’s tongue alternated with new doses of the blessed elixir.

Harry’s fingers dug into her hair, as she licked and sucked the lush chocolate off his strained cock. He dipped it in the fountain again and again, and her mouth overflowed with the intoxicating taste of chocolate, vanilla and exotic spices.

“I’m on the brink.” Harry gazed at Hermione’s face, her chin and cheeks streaked with chocolate.

She was full of passion, and Harry had to hold back to prevent finishing early. Her tongue and lips were heavenly. He leaned and licked the sweet traces off her smooth skin and soft lips. Their tongues met, and he tasted the chocolate in her mouth. First, it was the sensation of her erect nipple and supple breast. Now, he was devouring the sweetness of her mouth. Sweet Hermione.

Draco heard Harry’s words, but his mind was too slow to react. He knew it was time to move to the next part of their plan.

But he wanted to lick more sweetness that leaked deeper into her intimate folds. The scent of her arousal, mingled with the chocolate and vanilla, intoxicated him. Draco pushed his tongue deeper, and her body reacted, eagerly. Her responsiveness always amazed him. The feel of her swollen flesh against his tongue and lips overwhelmed him, and he loathed to break away. What a sex gem she was, his Hermione.

He parted her labia with his fingers. One more nip of his teeth at her engorged clit. Her hips bucked violently, and he held her thighs down. His cock was already bursting. He had to move on.

Draco sat up on the bed. His wife’s tits bore traces of their chocolate feast. He remembered the taste of it on her skin and nipple, and it set off a swelling sensation in his abdomen.

“Okay, time to move to the chair.” Draco set Hermione‘s hands free with a flick of his wand.

He looked at Harry’s muscular body. They had indulged in this little scenario before, but it was still strange to him. At the same time, the sensations he was to experience enticed him.

Harry held the stare of the grey eyes. He never could figure out his feelings for the blond man. Their past history was of attraction and antagonism. The next part of their plan lured him and alarmed him. Ginny was ecstatic when they did it to her.

Hermione sat up between the men. Draco motioned her to follow him to the chair. Harry watched her shapely buttocks move, as she walked across the room. Her body was round and soft and her husband’s torso was hard and strong. The contrast of the male and female was alluring.

Draco settled in the cushy chair by the dressing-table. The chocolate fountain now adorned the table, the rich scent still emanating.

“Sit down on me,” he told Hermione. “With your back to me.”

She obeyed, and his erect member slid into her hot depths. Her wonderfully round arse pressed against his abdomen. He buried his nose in her thick hair.

Then he felt the chair rising in response to the charm cast by Harry. Draco put his hands on her breasts to hold Hermione in place. He relished their feminine feel in his palms. She threw her head back and emitted small moans.

Harry looked at her white neck with light traces of brown. Her darkened nipples peeked through Draco’s fingers, and he could see his thick shaft in her crotch. Harry drew his finger through her slit, and she moaned again without looking at him.

A quick expansion charm and Harry guided his member inside her ravenous pussy. Draco’s shaft rubbed against his, and he pressed it back. A push and Hermione gasped loudly, as Harry’s cock entered her.

A thrust, then another. Her walls hugged their two members. Their balls rubbed together. The friction of Draco’s flesh against his dick threw Harry into a whirlpool of carnal pleasure. Hermione hands gripped his sides, as she swayed, sandwiched between the two strong male torsos. She had become a raving maenad, gorgeous in her wild ecstasy.

Thrust. Draco’s fingers tormented her nipples. Thrust. Harry’s tongue pushed between her lips and teeth. Her pussy was impossibly stretched and full. The pressure in her most sensitive part was almost unbearable. She thrashed against their chests from every movement of their insane cocks.

Then they started moving in unison, and, oh Merlin, it was the most bedeviled sex pleasure she had ever had. The men’s hands were all over her, and it was not even enough for her. Her fingers gripped Harry’s arms and she pulled him down. She wanted him to merge with her body. Her back was moulding with her husband’s sweaty abdomen. There was no way to tell anymore where her body ended and where theirs began.

Draco groaned loudly, as their members rubbed each other in Hermione’s ravenous pussy. One more push. He grabbed Hermione’s jawbone and turned her face towards him because he was hungry for her lips. She squeaked, and yielded to him. Her mouth was feverish, like her cunt.

Draco came hard, shouting his wife’s name. Her head flipped back, and her hair covered his face. Harry fell onto Hermione, his arms around her, bracing against the chair back. He came against Draco’s cock, and they became like one in their woman’s body.

Hermione shattered atop of them, imprisoned in their embrace. Never had she been so elevated by sex. They were in a heap. They panted heavily as they rested against each other.

Somehow, they made it to the bed, and now they lay on it, drained of all of their energy. Hermione drifted in and out of her slumber. How marvelous was it to be here, between her beloved men. She wished she could tell each of them how she loved him. But for some reason she was shy about doing it in the presence of the other.

The door opened, and Hermione gave a start.

“Ginny? What’s up?”

“Oh, I just brought Rose and Skip home. Carrie took them to the playroom.”

Ginny unbuttoned her long robes. In a second, they landed on a chair. Now, the only garment Ginny had on was a sheer silvery teddy that bared her breasts completely. Two little sparkling white rhinestones dangled from her nipples. Tall black boots with heels accented her shapely legs.

Draco rose on his elbow and whistled at her. Ginny laughed and strolled to his side of the bed.

Her best girlfriend knew how to strut her stuff, Hermione thought. Nobody would have guessed that she had been mothering several rambunctious kids at her home and cramming a last-minute story for The Daily Prophet.

Always at ease and ready for naughty fun.

“Had a good time?” Ginny asked and flipped her long ginger hair back.

“They’ve fucked my brains out, Gin.” Hermione weaved her fingers into Draco’s hair.

Ginny sat on the edge of the bed, and instantly Draco’s hand was on her breast. She chortled as he tugged at her nipple trinket.

Disheveled, Harry clambered out of the bed. Ginny turned to him and he gave her a peck on her cheek.

“You’d better stop sending those cock photos to my wife,” Harry said.

“How’d you know?” Draco drawled.

“Because I picked up her cell phone this morning to call Mrs. Weasley!”

“Can’t we have a little fun?” Draco asked.

“Whatever.” Harry plodded towards the bathroom.

Ginny rolled over and settled beside Hermione.

“You’ve got chocolate on you, Hermione” she said. “And on the sheets too.”

“I’m too lazy to clean up now,” Hermione said. “Harry’s sort of moody.”

“He’s been a grouch lately,” Ginny agreed. Hermione wondered whether Draco had been the factor behind it. But her brain was too languid to dwell on the marital relations.

Hermione stretched her body. She enjoyed the feeling of being sated and spent after a really good sex romp.

Ginny leaned and nibbled at Hermione’s tits. Her caresses were different from the men’s, and Hermione relished her gentle touch. Only a woman could know how another woman would feel. Especially a talented witch like Ginny.

“Should we plan a trip to Jupiter et Juno?” Hermione asked. “Girls only?”

“Don’t the boys deserve a spa treat?” Draco was in the mood for jesting.

“You two better have a break,” Ginny answered. “I’ve had enough banging, lately.”

Harry emerged from the bathroom, cleaned and showered.

“Okay, we’ve got to go, Gin. We‘re leaving for the Burrow tomorrow, early morning. “

Ginny gave Harry a beseeching look and got up.

“Hope rain won’t ruin your hike with Grandpa Arthur,” Hermione said.

“And watch your step in George’s presence,” Draco advised.

“The forecast is sun and clouds. It’d be nice in the forest. Spring blooms all around,” Ginny said.

Without a word, Harry dressed. Ginny put her robes on, and in a few minutes they Apparated home.

Draco yawned and pulled a blanket over him and Hermione. Merlin’s torn underpants, he was so tired. Draco recalled the last letter from Blaise in Lyon. Now, he needed to deal with the issues his co-investor in Credit Charbonneau had brought up.

“Want to Portkey to Paris on Sunday?” he asked Hermione. “Blaise’s been raising ruckus about the falling interest rates, lately.”

“You mean you’d go down to Lyon on Monday, and I’d return to London?”

“Yeah.” Draco contemplated spending a few days on the Continent. He was aching to have a break from everyone. No matter how bloody good sex was, sometimes you needed a little down time to recharge.

But staying over there meant leaving his wife in Harry’s close proximity. Damn.

“I’ll Portkey back home on Monday night,” Draco said. “Might have to go to Lyon again on Tuesday or Wednesday.”

The thought of hopping from England to France and back was far from appealing. Long-distance Portkeying always sickened him. Still, he could stomach it. The travel would excuse him from trysts with Ginny, as well. She was sexy, no argument here, but for now he’d be happy with Hermione, alone.

If only he didn’t have to contend with Harry’s presence. If only Hermione wouldn’t ask too much of her husband in bed. It had been embarrassing enough to tell her the other day that he was already spent…

Thoughts jumbled in his sleepy brain. Draco closed his eyes.


“I love you, Draco,” Hermione whispered into his ear. “Merlin, it was something.”


“Love you, too.” He flung his arm over her.

Hermione studied his face before putting out the lights. Now that she was done with her huge mountain troll project, Draco had come up with an urgent business matter in Lyon. This meant she’d see little of him next week. At least, he assured her that he’d come home at night.

Oh well. Sunday in Paris still sounded good. Hermione knew she needed to be content with the way things turned out.

Her mind traveled back to their afternoon sex. Merlin, it was incredible. Hermione was tempted to tell Draco how elated she was to have both her beloved men come together inside her. That she would wish for Harry to stay a little longer. But, after brief consideration, she decided to keep that opinion to herself.

Instead, she cuddled with Draco under the covers. Hermione decided to propose to go to Paris tomorrow, and to bring Rosie and Skip along. A nice family weekend. The thought swirled in her mind as sleep overtook her.