One Year Later

She was in the kitchen when the Floo flared, and she smirked at the ruckus. "Harry?" She stepped into the living room when he didn't reply and gaped at the sight of Harry's father and godfather, laying him down on the sofa. She crossed the room quickly and fell to her knees beside him, pressing one hand against his cheek as she looked him over. "What happened to him?" she asked, looking up and peering at the two men above her. "Is he okay?"

Sirius pulled her to her feet, his hands, lingering on her hips as he smirked. "Hello, Hermione."

"Hey." She looked between them and stepped back, though Sirius' hand lingered on the small of her back, the warmth pressing through the thin cotton of her dress. Folding her arms over her chest, she jerked her head at her fiancé. "What happened to him?"

"Nothing," James said, meeting her eye for the first time. They flicked from her to the man behind her. "He's just drunk." He stepped forwards and his arm snaked around her waist. Hermione snorted as she looked from it to him.

"No."

James smirked down at her, even as Sirius leaned forward and pressed his face into her hair, inhaling deeply. Hermione shivered as his thumbs moved over her hips in concentric circles.

"Why not?" James asked, and Hermione glared up at him, even as Sirius' head moved and his mouth pressed tiny kisses to her bare shoulders.

"You know why."

"Just once." He stepped closer, fingers teasing the hem of her dress. "Don't you want to know what it's like to be with two men," he leant forward, tucking her hair behind her ear as he breathed hotly, "squeezed tightly over two cocks?"

"Fuck," she whimpered, head dropping back against Sirius, whose own smirk she could feel pressed against her shoulder. Before she had a chance to protest, to remind James why they couldn't do anything, he had already dropped to his knees.

"I've thought about this tight little hole of yours for months now." He was staring up at her, his hands sliding up her bare legs, slipping her soaked underwear down and off. "Thought about how I never tasted it." His head ducked beneath her dress, and Hermione squealed when she felt his tongue drag over her wet slit.

"Shhhh, Kitten," Sirius cooed. He jerked his head to where her fiancé lay on the sofa, passed out and drunk from his stag party. "You don't want to wake up Harry." Hemione whimpered. Her head fell back against his chest, and she stared up at him, biting at her bottom lip as he tugged the neckline of her dress down and tucked it beneath her breasts. "Fuck me," he muttered, and Hermione watched his eyes bounce between her face and her tits. She shivered, goosebumps erupting over her skin as her hands gripped at the skirt of her dress, pulling it up so that she could wrap her hands in James' hair instead. Sirius cupped her tits and gently brushed his thumbs across her nipples. "James told me he fucked you, you know," he breathed, rolling her nipples between his fingers now and pinching them into hard little peaks. "I didn't believe him."

"It was a mistake," she rasped, staring up at him, even as she rocked her hips across James' face. His tongue had dipped into her slit and was licking her from hole to clit, circling her entrance and occasionally dipping into it before flicking over her clit once more.

Sirius smirked down at her and hummed, "Right. And now?"

"Just another mistake," she gasped. James slid two fingers into her cunt and beckoned them forwards, and Hermione's knees buckled beneath her; she would have fallen to the ground but Sirius wrapped an arm around her waist and was holding her in place. "My last one."

"Better make it memorable then," he said, ducking his head and pressing his mouth to hers, his tongue slipping in and flicking against the roof of her mouth, his teeth catching on her bottom lip. "Merlin, you taste so fucking good."

James pulled back and peered up at them. His fingers were still moving inside of her, his thumb circling her clit with a pressure Hermione had spent months fantasising about. "Gods," he groaned, eyes glittering as he stared up at her. "Look at you."

Her head dropped back and Sirius bit at the juncture of her neck as she gasped, "I'm going to come."

"Good," James said, standing. "Come on my hand." He dragged his thumbnail over her clit. "Then you can come on my cock."

Hermione shattered, one arm catching on James as she bucked between the two men. She was still breathing heavily, catching her breath, when she acknowledged their erections. Sirius' had been pressed up against her arse whilst James had had his face between her thighs but now it was rutting against her, and James' was pressing against her hips as he slipped his tongue into her mouth. "We're going to fuck you now." He smirked.

She shivered between them and nodded. "Yeah. Okay." Her eyes flicked to Harry, still passed out, and she jerked her head in the direction of the door. "Let's go upstairs."

"Oh no," Sirius drawled. His hands had crept up her bare thighs, blunt fingernails scraping over her arse cheeks as he palmed them. His teeth caught on her earlobe and nipped, "we're gonna fuck you right here."

"Harry is—"

"Fast asleep," James smirked, grasping the hem of her dress and pulling it up and off of her leaving her standing bare between them. Sirius cursed and his head dropped forward between her shoulder blades. Hermione could feel the thick outline of his erection, separated only by the rough layer of his denims rubbing against her, and she resisted the urge to turn in his arms and drop to her knees to take him into her mouth.

She let them guide her to the other sofa - opposite the one Harry lay on - both of them stripping out of their shirts as Sirius fell on the sofa and she fell onto his lap. He grasped her legs and spread her open, legs on either side of his thighs before his hands trailed up the inside of her thighs, fingers teasing the folds of her wet cunt. James stared down at them, hands working at his belt and unbuttoning his denims. Then he was stepping out of them, taking himself in hand and fisting the head of his cock.

"Dreamt about this," he grunted, kneeling onto the sofa in the space between her open legs. He nudged the head of his cock over her cunt, slick coating him as he pressed into her with one firm thrust that dragged a whimper from her. James' eyes flashed as Sirius' hand came up suddenly and wrapped itself around her throat, fingers tapping against her pulse point. Her eyes snapped open as she remembered just who else was in the room.

"Now, now, Princess," Sirius teased, thumb skimming her clit as James pulled back until only the tip of him was teasing her. He dragged his hand away from her cunt and wound it into her hair; angling her head and forcing her to look around James to see her fiance. He tugged her head back, looking down at her and growling as he pressed his lips to hers, fist still pulling her hair tight against her scalp. "You don't wanna wake anyone up—" he pulled his hand tighter, and Hermione whined as James thrust forward and filled her with his cock once more "—do you?"

He released his fist, though his other hand was still wrapped loosely around her throat, and she shook her head as James fucked into her with long firm strokes, his thumbs stroking along her labia. Her tongue flicked out over her lips, and she managed a raspy, "No." Sirius' hips rocked beneath her and his fingers spread out, moving up her neck to grasp her jaw. He pressed his thumb into her mouth and Hermione's tongue swirled over the tip, her teeth dragging over the pad of it. She blinked up at him, and Sirius grunted, his eyes flashing to James who was smirking.

"I told you."

"There's a difference," Sirius groaned, shifting Hermione on his lap, "between knowing something—" his hands brushed over the small of her back, "—and seeing it for myself." His arm wrapped around her waist and he tilted her forward a second before pulling her back. He'd freed his erection, and she could feel it twitching between them, the trail of pre-come leaking from it warm and wet against her back.

James snorted and grinned down at her when Sirius lifted her and took himself in hand, pressing into her cunt alongside James. "Feel good?" he snarked, smirk faltering as he filled her up. "Fuck you're tight."

Hermione's hips bucked, her hands clawing at James' forearms as both mens cocks stretched her cunt. "You are so fucking tight," Sirius hissed from behind her. His hand grasped her chin and tilted her head back. His mouth crashed into her, teeth clashing as his tongue slid against hers and both men ground their hips up into her. Hands pinched at her nipples, twisting them into tight little peaks and she cried out into Sirius' mouth. She could feel her arousal pooling between them and after a few more thrusts, Sirius pulled back completely and replaced his cock with two fingers. He thrust them into her cunt quickly, thumb teasing her clit for a half-second before he trailed his fingers back and began to press them into her arse; they slipped in easily.

"Oh fuck!"

He grinned into her mouth. "You've done this before." His fingers scissored the pucker of her arse open, and James grunted and groaned as he continued to fuck her cunt. "You filthy slut." Her nails scraped down James' arms, and Sirius pressed the head of his cock into her arse. "You good?" he asked, placing a gentle kiss beneath her ear, and when she nodded, she felt his lips curve in a smirk as he pressed forward and fucked his cock into her with one firm thrust.

She was a whimpering mess between them as they gripped her hips, their hands covering one another's as they lifted her between them and fucked her with a vigour she'd never experienced before. She was so lost in her pleasure, their pleasure, and their praise of her - filthy fucking slut, pretty pink cunt, tight little fuckhole - when someone's hand grasped her face, turning it to her left. Something hot and hard prodded at her lips; she immediately opened up and took it into her mouth.

And it was only when she heard them both grunt and fill her with come that she realised she was sucking on a third cock.

And when she opened her eyes and peered up at the owner of the cock in question and saw her fiancé smirking down at her, the hand he had gripping her hair tightening, she couldn't stop herself from coming, gushing wet over the two men she had absolutely no business fucking as Harry came down her throat.

She swallowed his come down, peering up at him with wide eyes when he pulled her mouth off of him with a pop and smirked down at her, saying, "Hello, love."