Fifteen

They landed on Harry's bedroom but Draco didn't immediately let go of them. He looked slightly embarrassed, but also really content.

"I'm sorry," was all he said.

But it was all Hermione needed. She hugged him from the front while Harry did from behind, and she took a fistful of Harry's shirt to pull him closer.

"Hey, be careful. You're going to ruin my pureblood costume," Harry told her from over Draco's shoulder.

Draco's chest shook with laughter.

"Take it off, then," Hermione heard herself saying.

Draco and Harry froze. Hermione had meant it more as a joke than anything else, but the sudden tension in the room made it clear that they all had other things in mind.

After a brief silence, Draco moved, breaking free of their hold. "That reminds me," he said and he led Hermione by the arm to the settee at the foot of Harry's bed. "It's time for revenge."

Hermione's heart started beating wildly, and she looked at Harry who was sighing.

"It's not revenge." He stepped closer, looking at Hermione apologetically. "It's just this silly thing that-"

"Don't ruin it!" Draco interrupted, looking pointedly at Harry. "If you don't want to think of it as revenge, fine, I guess we're just plain evil."

"Maybe you are," Harry murmured.

Hermione shook her head. "Can anyone tell me what's happening?"

Draco put his hands on Hermione's shoulders and pushed her down to sit. "You can't leave this spot."

"Excuse me?" she said with a frown.

"Yes you can," Harry told her.

"And," Draco continued, completely ignoring Harry. "You can only watch." He turned around and started dragging Harry away from Hermione. Harry looked back at her and mouthed 'I'm sorry'.

She had been slightly scared at first, but now she was mostly amused and somewhat expectant of what could be coming.

Draco closed the door and turned to look at Harry with a smirk.

"We're the only ones here," Harry told him.

Draco rolled his eyes. "Shut up." He stepped closer to Harry and immediately started playing with his hair, one hand trailing down to Harry's neck and making Harry shiver.

Hermione sat up straighter.

Harry looked a bit reluctant, but he locked eyes with Draco and Hermione could see all the things they were communicating just like that. Draco could think she and Harry had a special bond because they'd known each other for a long time, but the way Draco was able to connect with them so fast and deeply, as if they hadn't at one point been enemies really impressed Hermione. She wondered what would have happened all those years ago if they hadn't been on opposite sides of the war.

Draco joined his forehead with Harry's as he continued touching his hair, neck, and side of his face. He was being very gentle and careful and Harry seemed to relax into it, his hands coming up to rest on Draco's shoulders. Harry leaned into Draco and Hermione thought they were finally going to kiss, but Draco turned his face to the side and started whispering into Harry's ear. Hermione would have given anything to know what it was, but she didn't dare interrupt and ask.

Harry's eyes closed and Draco kissed the spot right under his ear and the continued to trail down, Harry giving him more access. When Draco reached Harry's collarbone, his hands slid down to unbutton the first button of Harry's shirt and Hermione's heart skipped a beat again.

But Draco didn't keep unbuttoning, he cupped Harry's face and waited for a couple of seconds, but Harry's eyes were still closed.

"Look at me," Draco whispered and it was then that Hermione realized this was her 'punishment'. They, or Draco more accurately, wanted her to sit and just look at them doing all kinds of stuff until she caved.

Hermione laughed internally. Draco didn't really know her and how stubborn she could be if he thought she was going to cave first.

Harry opened his eyes and for a split second he just stared back, but then he threw himself on Draco, making him stumble a few steps back with a kiss that apparently took Draco aback as much as Hermione. She could feel the thrill he was feeling too as she watched Harry literally push Draco back against the door with an intense determination she didn't know he had in him. Though, she shouldn't be surprised Harry was great at leading, but seeing him take control of the situation was doing all kinds of things to Hermione and without realizing it she was on the edge of her seat.

Harry's hands were bunched around Draco's shirt right above his hips, pinning him to the door while Draco ran his hands down Harry's back. Hermione had a harder time seeing the kiss now because she was facing Harry's back, but by the way they were moving against each other, or the way Draco tilted his head to the side and pulled Harry closer to him, she could tell the intensity was only going up. Hermione saw one of Harry's hands sliding up Draco's body, his sides, his chest, his neck, and then to the back of his head, where he pulled Draco by the hair and made him expose his neck.

Harry bit down. Draco gasped. Hermione trembled.

Hermione barely realized how close she was to falling off the settee, or how tight she was balling her fists, she could only focus on the two men across the room, and how much she wanted to stand closer where she could really appreciate all the noises Draco was making or the electricity coming off Harry. Right then Draco opened his eyes and he looked at Hermione from over Harry's shoulders. That simple act made Hermione's breath get caught in her throat, but she didn't know what Draco was enjoying the most; what Harry was doing to him, or watching Hermione suffer his 'revenge'. The cheeky bastard even smirked.

Hermione would not break that easily. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction, even though all she wanted to do was kiss his ridiculous smug face. She buckled down mentally because she knew Draco played dirty.

And she couldn't wait to see it.

Draco finished the job he had obviously planned before and his hands slipped further down until he grabbed Harry's arse while not looking away from Hermione. She acted as though it had no effect on her.

But it obviously had an effect on Harry who almost growled and attacked Draco's mouth again. Hermione couldn't believe how good they looked together.

Draco broke the kiss to whisper into Harry's ears again and Hermione really needed to remember to later ask what sort of things Draco said because it was clearly egging Harry on, probably challenging him in that strange dynamic of theirs. Harry was practically grinding on Draco and it was doing all sort of things to her, especially between her legs. She crossed one over the other and prayed that Draco couldn't tell how hard she was pressing her thighs together.

But Draco was too preoccupied with letting Harry remove his shirt.

Draco removed his hands from Harry's behind to let the shirt fall to the floor and then immediately started pushing Harry back, his hands on his chest. Draco led them until Harry hit the back of the armchair right in front of Hermione, no doubt so she'd have a better and closer look at all the action. Harry stumbled and put his hands back on the headrest to balance himself. Draco immediately seized the opportunity and trapped Harry with both his hands over his and then smiled. Hermione felt as though she was the one being trapped and her stomach dropped when she saw Harry's shoulders tense. Draco leaned down slowly and then very deliberately grazed his lips against Harry's, moving from side to side and then up and down, openly and shamelessly teasing him and looking ridiculously good while at it and making Harry groan.

Hermione opened her mouth to tell Draco to stop being so obnoxious, but she managed to stop herself just in time. Draco's eyes flickered towards her for a moment as if he could sense her desperation too.

But Harry wouldn't take it quietly like she was doing, and he surprised both Draco and Hermione by breaking free from Draco's grasp, grabbing him by the upper arms, and turning them both around so Draco was the one backed against the armchair. Draco's eyes were wide with surprise and wanton and he didn't waste any time with teasing as he wrapped his arms around Harry's neck and kissed him hungrily. Harry traced the sides of Draco's naked torso which probably was as soft as it looked, and for a split moment he opened his eyes to look at Hermione and his cheeks flushed.

Hermione was starting to wonder how long they were planning on keeping this up before she could jump in there too. She knew she could actually just stand up, walk over and they both would gladly embrace her, but then she'd be losing to Draco.

Did she really care that much?

This time, it was Harry who broke the kiss to lean into Draco's ear and whisper something, and maybe it was because she'd known him for so long or because he had just been looking at her, but Hermione thought she knew exactly what he was saying.

As if on cue, Harry pulled apart from Draco and faced Hermione. Her heart jumped to her throat when she realized that Harry was coming to get her, but then Draco caught him before he could go any further. He whispered something else to Harry and then in a very dirty but extremely arousing move, he cupped Harry through his trousers. Harry gasped and looked like he wanted to both murder and shag Draco mercilessly, something that Hermione could understand perfectly.

In a swift movement, Harry took Draco by the hips and spun him around so his back was to Harry. And just when she thought she couldn't possibly be any more turned on, Harry pressed his hand between Draco's shoulder blades and bent him over the back of the armchair.

They just kept surprising each other and who knew when it would end. Draco had obviously said the right hung to bring out this side of Harry, but Hermione was very, very glad she got to see it.

And she was also very wet.

Harry leaned over Draco, whose entire body seemed to have blushed in response to Harry's bluntness, and began kissing his neck and shoulders slowly. Hermione wanted to burn this image in her mind forever, she wished she could show it to them so they'd see how great they looked, she wished she could keep it in secret and recall it every time she missed them or every time she felt like…

That was it! That was the answer! She knew exactly what she had to do to get out of her situation and still win.

But she wasn't sure she had the nerve to do it.

She snapped out of her thoughts when she heard Draco moan and her mind was made up. It was the only way.

Hermione's entire body had been burning up for a while now, but since she had been too busy staring in awe at the two men in front of her she hadn't really felt embarrassed at all. But now, as she uncrossed her legs and shakily placed a hand on her thigh, she knew her face was flaming red. She had never done this in front of someone else, but if there was a good time, place, and people to start, this was it.

She closed her eyes, temporarily blocking the brilliant sight in front of her so she could focus her courage on hiking up her dress high enough to slip her hand between her thighs and press two fingers against the fabric covering her. Hermione cursed herself for being so stupid and not doing this sooner because it felt absurdly good. She had to bite back a moan and her other hand curled around the edge of the settee, and she wondered if they had heard or seen her yet, of maybe they were so caught up in themselves that they hadn't noticed what she was doing and she'd need to be louder to get their attention.

She hoped it wouldn't come to that.

Hermione moved her fingers a couple more times and took a deep, shaky breath before opening her eyes. She was almost startled to find Draco openly staring at her from his place leaning over the armchair. His eyes were boring into hers, but she could tell they'd just been between her legs, and his mouth hung open as he held the headrest with both hands.

Harry hadn't noticed, he was trailing down Draco's back, leaving kisses along his spine, so Hermione held Draco's gaze without flinching and she even had the audacity to kick off her heels and spread her legs a little more, letting Draco see her arc her back as she rubbed her fingers slowly on herself.

"Harry," Draco whispered breathlessly, not taking his eyes away from Hermione. Harry didn't listen and continued running his lips all over Draco's skin. "Harry," Draco repeated louder, but Harry didn't react. "Potter!"

Harry's head snapped up. "Wha-" he cut himself off when his eyes landed on Hermione, his glasses lopsided and his hair sticking up everywhere. And to think that just a few hours before Draco had managed to tame it down for the party.

Hermione saw the exact moment Harry realized what she was doing and even though it was definitely one of the top ten most embarrassing moments of her life, it was also incredibly exciting. She wasn't going to lie to herself, she loved the powerful feeling of having the both of them stare at her like that and knowing that she had managed to beat Draco at his silly little game didn't hurt either. She bet he'd never thought she'd do something like this.

Draco inhaled sharply and then groaned. "Not fair." He looked over his shoulder at Harry. "How are you even harder now?"

Harry just kept looking at Hermione.

Draco straightened up, making Harry do the same. "Come on Potter, focus, she hasn't won yet," Draco said, though Hermione thought his husky voice betrayed him.

He reached behind for Harry's hand and boldly placed it over his own very obvious erection. Hermione's breathing quickened and Harry looked very confused as he looked back and forth between Hermione and down Draco's body, but finally Draco helped him by turning his head around and kissing him. More focused now, Harry started running his hand up and down the outline of Draco's hardness. Hermione thought that in normal circumstances she could have come about five times now. But these were not normal circumstances and she had to hold herself off, even though she had never been in such an arousing situation in her life.

Hermione slipped her hand inside her underwear and couldn't help whimpering this time, but that made Harry and Draco break their kiss to look back at her.

"Fuck it," Draco said, and he grabbed Harry's hand and pulled him along over to Hermione.

She stopped, moving her hand to rest in her thigh as she looked up at them breathlessly. Draco offered him his other hand and she took it, getting to her feet in front of him.

"You win," he whispered before he finally, finally kissed her. Hermione thought she'd feel better about beating him, but all she cared about was that he and Harry were close to her. Draco let go of her hand and wrapped his arm around her waist pulling her closer and giving enough space to Harry to slip in behind her. He moved her hair out of the way and kissed her shoulder delicately.

Hermione broke the kiss with a gasp as she felt both Harry's and Draco's hardness and she dug her nails into Draco's chest.

"Harry." She looked over her shoulder and he responded by kissing her as one hand came up to her jaw to hold her in place. Hermione felt Draco lower his head to kiss her exposed neck and she shivered violently.

"Unzip me," she told Harry between kisses.

"What?" he asked as though he wasn't really paying attention.

She moved her shoulders in indication. "My dress."

"Oh." Harry finally broke the kiss and let go of her to focus on her back.

Hermione looked back at Draco, who had the strangest look on his face. It was soft and warm but with a bit of disbelief mixed in. It reminded Hermione of the way Ron used to look at her after he was surprised with her behavior.

"You're such a sneaky Slytherin," Draco told her with a small shake of the head.

Hermione smiled. "And you're becoming a soft Gryffindor."

"Shut up." He kissed her again and Hermione felt his warmth pour into her. After a few seconds she realized that her zipper was still up, and that Harry's hands were sort of shaky on her upper back.

She bit Draco's bottom lip before pulling away from him and spinning around to face Harry.

"Hi," she said and took both his hands into hers.

"Hi," Harry replied, glasses still crooked and a smile that wasn't totally convincing.

"Are you alright?" Hermione felt bad for maybe rushing or pushing Harry to undress her, just because she was ready didn't mean he was too.

Harry nodded. "I just… It suddenly dawned on me that this is happening."

"We can slow down. Or stop altogether," she reminded him and brushed away a few unruly curls from his forehead.

"Definitely not," Harry said firmly and then stopped. "Unless you or Draco want to."

"Nope," Draco said from behind Hermione and started working on her zipper. She and Harry chuckled.

"I love you, Harry."

Harry smiled genuinely this time and kissed down from her forehead to her lips. "Me too."

Draco started sliding her dress down her body until it stuck around her hips. He sneaked his arm around her and trailed his fingers up to her breast and Hermione sighed into Harry's mouth. Harry pulled away and leaned down until his lips were level with her nipple and Draco's fingers and she thanked her past self for not wearing a bra. Hermione's stomach was fluttering madly and she desperately needed some friction between her legs again. Harry was kissing all around her breast, and when she looked down, he had taken one of Draco's fingers into his mouth and it made Draco thrust up against her.

Hermione was melting from the inside out.

"Bed," Draco grunted as he started pushing Hermione to walk forward. She held onto Harry as he walked back and then sat on the bed.

Hermione wasn't sure how they wanted to proceed, but her first order of business was to push down her dress the rest of the way and step out of it. She watched as Harry's eyes roamed her body and then looked up at her. His green eyes were familiar, but the look in them wasn't and it was enough to make Hermione want to drop to her knees.

Which she did.

But before she undid his trousers she looked up at him. "Is this okay?"

Harry nodded as he pushed up his glasses, so Hermione ran her hands up his thighs and took in a slightly nervous breath. It'd been so long since she was this intimate with anyone and this was Harry. Her Harry. No matter how many times she thought about this moment, it was still somewhat strange.

Thankfully, Draco taking a seat next to Harry and snogging him senseless was really helping in making her feel less on the spot. She almost thought he was doing it on purpose and she couldn't be more grateful.

Harry made little sounds and movements as Hermione tried to (carefully) free him from his rather tight trousers and underpants, but Draco didn't let him go one second. When she was finally able to wrap her hand around Harry's hard and breathtaking erection, she didn't want to hesitate and make herself more nervous, so she simple leaned in and pressed her lips against the smooth flesh. Harry hissed and Hermione felt a hand on her head caressing her hair but when she looked up she was surprised to see it was actually Draco. She ventured to lick up and down and taking Harry into her mouth slowly and before long there was a second hand lightly pulling and stroking her hair and she opened her eyes to look up once more. This time, she found them not kissing but looking at her, Harry breathing rather heavy while Draco seemed mesmerized and Hermione felt a rush of feelings for them, both sexual and not. There were so many things she wanted to do to show them this, but they couldn't possibly do all of them during just their first time.

But there was always time.

Hermione was pulled to her feet by Harry, who immediately grabbed her face to kiss her and leaned back, making them both fall onto the bed. He was no longer holding back and made her head spin as he nipped, bit, and sucked on her bottom lip and tongue and she had keep herself focused on not rushing anything because fuck, she could feel him, warm and wet from her mouth, pressed against her with only the fabric from her underwear separating them. All the wanted to do was make Draco remove her knickers so she could lower herself into Harry, but she knew it was better to take their time.

"Shirt," she whispered when Harry gave her a chance to breathe and when she finished undoing the buttons, she pulled him up to sit with her on his lap so she could slide the shirt off his shoulders. In this position, Hermione could feel the entire length of Harry's hardness on her inner thigh and she couldn't help herself as she thrusted against him, making them both moan.

Despite feeling this good with Harry, Hermione was curious about Draco's whereabouts, since she hadn't felt him near her since Harry got her on the bed. She looked over her shoulder and was very pleasantly surprised at finging him standing in front of the bed, completely naked and with a hand wrapped around himself. He looked half embarrassed and half sheepish, but more than anything, ridiculously turned on.

She and Harry stared at him for a few seconds before he started looking uncomfortable. "Remove your glasses and trousers, Potter."

Hermione shook her head in amusement. "Stop being so bossy and come here, Malfoy."

She reluctantly climbed off Harry and sat next to him so he could finish removing his clothes. Draco walked up to her, and she stopped him before he could get on the bed so his flushed cock was level with her face. He tensed up, but Hermione reached and put her hand over his own and she moved it up and down, watching curiously and relishing in the way exhaled and tightened his grip. She was about to lean down on him when a hand on her thigh startled her. Harry had finished undressing and sat close to her, moving his fingers dangerously close to the center of her wet underwear. Harry had listened to Draco and left his glasses somewhere, and his eyes were so filled with lust that she hardly recognized him for a moment, but she couldn't bring herself to care when he was starting to press his fingers right where she wanted it the most.

Harry leaned down and Hermione thought he might kiss her, but he was actually reaching for Draco and when he kissed the tip of his cock just as Draco's and Hermione's hands exposed it back, she thought she might just die right there. Harry moved his lips along the shaft, kissing and niping delicately everywhere he could while Draco and Hermione continued moving up and down, and Draco looked like he couldn't believe what he was seeing. When Harry's fingers remained still for a moment, probably because he was focusing on so many things at once, Hermione grinded against him, just needing more. Harry responded by pushing her underwear out of the way and slipping his fingers in, which made Hermione throw her head back and moan rather loudly. Her cheeks were burning, she knew they were both watching her, but all she cared about was keep feeling as good as she was feeling then. She felt as though she'd been on the edge for hours now, even though it hadn't really been that long.

"Don't finish her off just yet, Harry," Draco breathed out and smiled. "You'll get your chance later."

Hermione wanted to ask what the hell Draco was talking about, but she didn't get a chance before he removed her hand from himself and also pushed Harry away. He leaned down and kissed her softly, but too quickly as he then push her down to lie on the bed and dropped to his knees. Hermione's stomach fluttered nervously but excitedly, specially when Harry lied next to her and began kissing her so slow and comfortingly. She felt Draco hooking his fingers on the waistband of her underwear and she rose slightly off the bed to help him slide it down, and prepared herself to feel that gentle touch pushing her legs apart and then…

Hermione didn't realize she had buried her hands on Harry's hair until she pulled, hard. Feeling Draco's tongue between her legs was surreal in itself, but also having Harry's tongue inside her mouth pushed the experience to dream-like. This couldn't possibly be real.

And yet, her dreams were never this intense.

Harry pulled away. "Fuck, Hermione...you're so beautiful."

She managed to laugh a little. "You're one to talk," she cut herself off to groan because Draco wasn't messing around down there. "You and Draco. You look unbelievable together."

Harry smiled and pushed some of her hair out of her face. "I think we all think that when we see the other two together." He emphasized his point by looking down Hermione's body at Draco. So far she hadn't looked down because Harry was kissing her, but when she did she felt an obscenely loud noise escape her. Not only was Draco quite literally buried in between her legs, with his eyes closed and looking peaceful as he flicked his tongue against her, but Harry was also touching himself.

She threw her head back down, arching her back and reaching down to take a hold of Draco by his hair.

She could feel Harry looking at her. "We could stop any moment you want, you know?" he said.

Was he kidding? "Do I look like I want to stop?"

"Well not now," Harry said, his voice laced with amusement. "But maybe later, if you don't want to…go all the way."

Hermione was about to tell him that she was prepared to go any sort of way as long as he and Draco were on board too, but she was suddenly overcome with such an intense buildup of sensations that she barely had time to think about the fact that she was going to come before it happened. Harry kissed her exposed neck as she arched her whole body and lost herself in the orgasm for who knows how long. She was dimly aware of hands and lips on different parts of her body as her other senses started to return, but for a while all she could do was lie there with her eyes closed and try not to melt into a puddle.

"You broke her," Harry said, obviously to Draco. Hermione had to laugh at that.

"No. She lives." Draco seemed to be lying on her other side now, and planted a kiss on her shoulder. "Now it's your turn."

Hermione opened her eyes then. "What?"

Draco looked at Harry briefly before looking at her. "What?"

"What do you mean his 'turn'?" she asked, not liking the way this was bringing her down after her previous high.

Draco shook his head. "I didn't mean Harry, I meant… You two."

Hermione turned her head to look at Harry, who seemed uncomfortable, and then back at Draco. "Is that what you were talking about before? When you said 'you'll get a chance later'?"

When Draco didn't immediately answered, she sat up and Draco and Harry followed. "Did you two plan our first time?"

"You mean besides Draco's clearly staged 'revenge' from before?" Harry asked in an obvious attempt to lighten the mood.

"We didn't plan the whole thing," Draco told her, sounding defensive. "I just thought it'd be best if you and Potter- I mean, Harry, did it first."

"And I told Draco that we didn't get to decide that. You do." Harry placed a hand on her knee, looking too serious for Hermione's liking.

She had too many thoughts on her head, mainly the fact that they had discussed this when she wasn't there like some kind of cavemen.

She took a deep breath and tried not to come off as too angry. "It sounds like you two think that the question of who gets to fuck me first it's important."

Draco opened his mouth to speak, but she shook her head and interrupted him. "It isn't. Why should that matter? Why is it even a topic of discussion but which of you two gets to fuck the other first isn't?"

"Because we already know Harry's going to fuck me first," Draco answered easily.

Harry leaned forward to look at him with a frown. "We do?"

Draco shrugged. "I don't understand why you're mad. You and Harry are clearly supposed to share that first and I'm okay with that."

Hermione couldn't believe what she was hearing. "I don't care which of you fucks me first. You should know that about me by now." She turned to Harry. "And it's not like I'm the only one who gets to decide just because I'm the woman, that's ridiculous." She turned back to Draco. "You need to stop thinking of yourself as a side piece or someone we just invited along for the ride. You're an equal part of this." Hermione crossed her arms over her chest and looked down at her feet. "I don't want to go on if you keep thinking like that."

In the following silence Hermione could practically feel Draco's struggle with himself, and in the end he sighed deeply and dragged both hands over his face.

"I'm sorry." He hung his head, not looking at them. "This is hard for me."

"It doesn't have to be," said Harry. "Hermione and I are as new to this with you as we are with each other. We don't have any sort of advantage and to be honest, half the time you seem more comfortable than us."

Draco huffed a laugh. "That's because I'm a good actor and you two are gullible."

Hermione lifted Draco's chin to look him in the eyes. "I know we said we should communicate a lot, but we don't have to plan our sex according to turns. I think if we follow our instincts we'll be naturally fair."

"I just thought you two would like your first time to be with each other."

"Does he think we're virgins?" Harry asked Hermione.

"Aren't you?" Draco smirked and Harry flipped him off.

Hermione got to her feet, suddenly a lot less self conscious. "Oh, and if you two ever discuss my 'sexual decisions' without me again, I'll cut off your balls and feed them to each other."

Harry looked stricken and Draco shivered.

"Oh God," Harry said horrified as he looked down Draco's body. "That turned him on. What is wrong with you?"

And indeed, Draco seemed to have recovered completely from being brought down before. Hermione's stomach dropped at the sight.

"Shut it. Who knows what kind of sick shit you're into?" Draco scoffed.

"You." Harry scooted closer and Hermione just had time to see Draco smile before they kissed.

Such beautiful idiots.

She walked around and bed and climbed on the other side, sitting on her knees behind them. She threaded her fingers through Draco's hair as she kissed Harry's shoulders, adoring the way she could see their kiss from so close, feel their building desperation as their hands started touching everything they could; arms, chest, thighs, stomach, until Draco made the final move and wrapped his fingers around Harry's erection. Before Harry could copy Draco's actions though, Hermione did it first, surprising Draco as he broke the kiss.

"Is this alright?" she asked, unsure of her grip in such an unusual position.

Draco nodded and Hermione tried to mimic the rhythm he had going for Harry, which seemed to be very well received. She was entranced by the feeling of closeness between the three of them; exchanging heat and breaths, sharing their private sounds and expressions of pleasure, the scent of different colognes and sex mixed in the air.

Hermione's insides were on fire again.

She leaned closer to Draco, feeling like this was the perfect moment to say what was on her mind.

"You should…" she trailed off, suddenly slightly embarrassed. "Teach Harry and I how to touch you properly."

She made sure Harry heard her too, and even though Draco grunted in response, it was Harry who moaned an enthusiastic, "Fuck, yes."

Hermione turned her head to catch Harry's lips. He was so gorgeous to her like this; completely unashamed and willing.

When they pulled apart, Draco was looking at them and his cheeks were definitely a bit more reddened, but he had a determination in his eyes that was thrilling to Hermione. Draco made to move, so she scooted away and gave him some space and so did Harry, though reluctantly because Draco had to take his hand off him.

"Wait," Draco said looking at Harry seriously. "Do you have lube?"

Harry's face fell and he opened and closed his mouth a few times as if trying to come up with an explanation.

Draco laughed and shook his head as he got to his feet. "I brought some. You need to step up your gay game."

Harry gave Draco a dirty look while Hermione hid her smile behind her hand. While she was excited to do this with Harry and Draco, she was also nervous. She didn't know if they expected or even wanted her to do the same things they did to each other, but she really wanted to do it. She knew she might never make Harry feel as good as Draco could, or even meet Draco's expectations at all, but if they let her she was very eager to try.

Draco retrieved a bottle from his dress robes and returned to the bed looking uncharacteristically uncomfortable. "This isn't a class, alright? You just… Do what feels right and I'll tell you if you're fucking up."

"Sounds like a class to me," Harry murmured, hiding behind Hermione's hair.

Draco got back in bed and leaned back against the headboard as he placed the bottle on the bed next to him. Harry and Hermione looked at each other, shy and unsure.

"Oh for fuck's sake," Draco said and pulled Hermione brusquely onto his lap so she was straddling one of his legs. She would have complained except that it turned her on more than it annoyed her, so she simply kissed him and tried to relax. Draco ran his hand from her neck to her arm, giving her goosebumps all over her side before he took a hold of her hand. He slowly guided her up his thigh until she instinctively cupped his balls. Draco exhaled softly into her mouth and his hand hovered over hers as she touched him for a moment before he pushed her hand further down and made her press her fingers on the soft skin of his perineum. He pulled his hand away and broke the kiss, breathing fast again even though it'd just been a few seconds.

Hermione pressed her fingers in slow circles and kissed down the side of Draco's face and neck as she held onto his shoulder with her other hand. She felt Harry coming closer and his hand settled on her thigh when he and Draco began kissing, and then when she pulled away from Draco to look at them, Harry turned his face and kissed her. She couldn't believe how much she liked this; having the both of them so close, touching and tasting one after the other, know they enjoyed each other as well...she hoped this never ended.

Harry worked his way down her body, nipping and kissing her neck, breasts, stomach and then...Hermione released her breath when Harry moved onto Draco, pulling his cock into his mouth and taking both Draco and Hermione by surprise. Draco hissed and thrusted up his hips, which also made Hermione gasp as she realized how much contact there was with Draco's thigh between her legs. She and Draco shared a look of surprise before they both looked down at Harry, who was working his head up and down Draco's length. Draco grabbed a fistful of Harry's hair with one hand and with the other he reached for the bottle of lube. Hermione caught this and promptly took the bottle from him, moved off his thigh to kneel between his legs, and made him bend his knee so she could have more access. Draco looked like he didn't know who he'd rather look at, but turned on beyond his mind.

Hermione smiled at him and then poured some lube on her fingers, feeling more bold but still hoping to do this right. Harry licked Draco's tip as he watched her and she got a sudden urge to slide her hand between her legs and touch herself again, but some matters were even more important. She carefully pressed a finger to Draco's entrance, feeling around and watching his reactions, from the way his breath hitched to how his eyes seemed to burn her with intensity. She didn't want to rush things, so as she kept exploring with her finger she leaned down and when she was close enough Harry moved to catch her lips just above Draco's throbbing hardness and Draco gasped, his hand closing almost painfully on Hermione's shoulder.

Harry kissed her hard and deeply and she whimpered in his mouth, feeling all of his excitement mix with hers and making her lightheaded. When he pulled away she managed to focus enough to actually dare and push her finger slowly inside Draco, who threw his head back against the pillow and then nodded, his eyes closed tightly. "Yes."

Harry almost jumped on him, throwing half his body over Draco and snogging the life out of him while Hermione watched raptly, trying different things on Draco to see what worked best. She carefully added another finger after enthusiastic nods from him, and meanwhile Harry's hand trailed down Draco's body and then took a hold of him. He started stroking him rather fast, unrestrained, as if he could tell this is exactly what Draco needed, which turned out to be exactly right because Draco started making little noises and pushing down onto Hermione. She pressed harder, fascinated and entirely too excited for something that wasn't being done to her. Draco was shaking.

"Fuck," he panted, pulling away from Harry but still holding onto him. "Harry...Harry, fuck me."

Harry stopped moving and so did Hermione, and for a second she thought Draco hadn't meant to say that out loud because he blushed so hard she could practically feel the heat radiating off his cheeks.

And elsewhere.

But before Draco could even blink, Harry was moving and Hermione could see that he very much intended to do as he was told, so she carefully pulled out her fingers and gave Harry all the space he needed. He looked very driven and in command, and it briefly reminded Hermione of how great a leader Harry can be.

He grabbed Draco by the shoulders, pulling him up to sit and then immediately pushed him forward so Draco had to hold himself up with his hands on the mattress. Hermione sat by the foot of the bed, her heart racing just by watching Harry take control of everything, settling himself behind Draco and pulling him up by the hips, swiftly putting Draco on his hands and knees without a second of hesitance, and even wandlessly summoning the lube. Draco's mouth was hanging open in breathless awe and Hermione knew inside he was just as smitten as she was. She almost wished she was the one on her hands and knees in front of Harry, but she was also too excited she got to watch this.

Hermione crawled up the bed and sat back on her heels in front of him, cupping his face and looking into his eyes. "You look ridiculously good," she told him and Draco smiled before she kissed him.

She could tell Harry was easing himself into Draco when Draco pushed against her slightly and made a strangled sound on the back of his throat. Hermione slid her tongue in his mouth, wanting to taste his pleasure, his need, all his emotions as he felt Harry fuck him for the first time.

"Oh fuck," Harry breathed out and Hermione had to see him too. She felt like she was on a tennis match and kept looking back and forth between the two of them, never able to decide who to watch.

She broke the kiss with Draco and sat up a little to see the way Harry was digging his fingers into Draco's hips, his eyes closed and his jaw hanging open. He was thrusting slowly, almost experimentally, and it was one of the hottest things she had ever seen. This sexual experience had surely ruined her for all others.

She looked back at Draco. "Do you want me to touch you?"

Draco shook his head. "Not yet," he said, his body moving back and forth as Harry pushed harder and faster. "Won't last."

Hermione was a mess. The tension in the room was building by the second, with Harry grunting and Draco cursing under his breath, plus the visual stimulation was killing her and eventually she found no other alternative but to touch herself again.

Draco gasped when he opened his eyes and saw her kneeling in front of him with her hands between her legs and with a strangled noise he shifted to hold himself up with just one arm as his other hand began stroking his impossibly hard cock. Hermione moaned unrestrained, which made Harry open his eyes too.

Harry was so focused on Hermione and making her feel like he was burning a hole through her with his stare that for a moment he didn't realize Draco was also touching himself, but as soon as he noticed, he reached and pushed Draco's hand away.

"Stop," Harry told him.

Draco went from looking shocked, to indignant, to turned on. He looked over his shoulder at Harry and glared at him, his cheeks impossibly red. Harry smirked and gave a particularly hard thrust.

Draco arched his back and grunted. "Fuck you, Potter."

"You will," Harry answered, completely out of breath and digging his fingers harder into Draco's hips.

Hermione could see how much closer and closer they got with each thrust, with every whimper and murmured swear, and the feeling of tension elevating by the second was intoxicating. She wanted nothing more than to finish alongside them, even though she felt like she could be done at any moment now, but still she moved her fingers following the same rhythm that Draco and Harry had, and tried to keep herself close to the edge, feeling the heat rising at her core and making her tremble.

She reached to touch Draco with her other hand, his soft hair, his blushed face, and she traced her finger along his bottom lip. Draco bit her and her breath hitched at the sight, so much that she had to lean in and kiss him again. He was so much more desperate than before, kissing her hungrily and fervently, and she thought that she wouldn't be able to hold on much longer like this.

Draco moaned in her mouth and the sound was so maddening she found herself pulling back and forcing her fingers to stop moving. Her heart was beating out of control.

When she opened her eyes, she saw why Draco had made the sound. Harry had finally given in and was stroking Draco in his hand, leaning over the length of Draco's back as he kissed the nape of his neck. Hermione had thought they couldn't look more beautiful, but she had clearly been wrong.

She took this opportunity to get close to Harry, who she felt had been too far for too long. She threaded her fingers through his messy curls and his head rose, giving her a half smile. Hermione kissed him too, and allowed herself to resume her own stroking, almost melting with relief when she pressed firmly against her clit.

"Harry," Draco's choked voice called their attention and she and Harry separated, both looking at Draco who seemed to be shaking with pleasure and effort. "I…" he closed his eyes tightly and his mouth went slack, letting the words get lost.

Harry hissed through his teeth and a split second later he was biting Draco's shoulder and thrusting against him erratically, muffled cries trying to escape him.

Harry's and Draco's faces synchronized in intense bliss and it was absolutely captivating; she was able to pinpoint the exact moment it was about to happen, and then indeed Draco was coming and she was sure Harry too, and she was so enraptured by it that she almost forgot to push herself over the edge too.

Almost.

It barely took her a second and she was joining them, feeling the release bursting out of her. The world went black, her mind went blank, and all the sounds went loud and vivid. As the let herself fall back down on the mattress she could no longer distinguish which cries were hers, Harry's, or Draco's, but she couldn't care less, all that mattered was what was happening to the three of them at the same time, and that she hoped it never ended.

But it had to. And as it did, she began to recognize one of the ongoing moans as hers, and then she realized that they were only hers because the boys probably finished before her, and her mind finally began to come back to her.

She was able to open her eyes, though not without difficulty, and found both Draco and Harry staring at her, breathless and enthralled before Draco collapsed down on the bed, Harry inevitable following on top of him.

It was all deadly quiet and still, Hermione couldn't even make herself get in a more comfortable position to look properly at the mess of limbs that were Harry and Draco, but at least she could see Harry's lazy smile as he glanced back at her, and Draco's face completely buried in the sheets. He wiggled his body a bit without making a sound, but it was clear he wanted Harry to stop crushing him. Harry sighed before gathering the strength to push himself off the bed and then off Draco, rolling onto his back next to him. Draco made a small noise that might have been a 'thanks', and then he turned his head to face them, his eyes closed.

Hermione hadn't imagined that their first time would be like this. There were so many potential combinations that the three of them could do that guessing just one without planning it wasn't that easy, but all the possibilities filled her with anticipation, and hope, and plain love.

"Hermione," Draco said, his voice tired.

"Hmm?"

"Come kiss me."

Hermione laughed even though she didn't really want to move. "Why don't you come kiss me?"

Draco exhaled loudly and shifted his face an inch. "Harry. Kiss me."

"You just don't want to move."

Draco whined. "You're both so fucking selfish. Somebody kiss me."

"You kiss me!" Hermione demanded.

"No, Hermione, kiss me first," Harry added with a smile and Draco glared at him.

"Bloody Gryffindors," he murmured under his breath.

As if on cue, both Harry and Hermione threw themselves at Draco's sides. He pretended to be annoyed but smiled anyway.

"Kiss me."

"Kiss me."

"Kiss me."