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Hermione looked through the jars again. Cinnamon bark…cinnamon bark… But it was nowhere to be found.
She exhaled in frustration, looking through the jars again.
The door opened—Ron most likely—looking for her, wondering why she was taking so long in the store cupboard—or Harry come to find the same ingredient for his and Neville’s potion. Snape was probably already telling everyone it was almost time to add the cinnamon bark.
“I can’t find it.” Hermione muttered, exasperated.
“Can’t find what?” A posh voice drawled.
Hermione whirled around to find Draco Malfoy leaning against the door, his eyes sparkling. His white blonde hair was slicked back and parted. His molten silver eyes slowly slid up her legs, her chest, lingered on her neck and lips before they flicked up to meet hers. His signature smirk was plastered on his haughty face.
He was in his Slytherin uniform—his emerald tie tight around his neck. The little silver snake pin that held his tie in place glinted in the dim light. He raised a hand and adjusted the silver snake ring he wore on his left hand before pulling at his shirt cuffs.
The store room suddenly felt a hundred times smaller.
“Cat got your tongue Granger?” He asked softly.
Hermione stepped back, swallowing. “No.” Her voice sounded far weaker than she had intended it to. She tried again. “I’m looking for the cinnamon bark—but I don’t think there’s any here.” She smoothed her pleated skirt, her heart hammering in her chest.
“Really?” He tutted. “Rather careless of Snape.” His eyes never left hers. “Why don’t I help you look?”
Hermione took another step back as he pushed off the door and stalked over to her.
His cologne floated over to her—spicy…clean—fresh parchment, grass, pine.
He stepped closer, light on his feet for such a tall build, his eyes fixed on hers. His lips quirked as she took another step back.
She gasped softly as her back collided with the counter.
He smirked and slowly stepped closer, towering over her. He placed one hand on either side of her on the ledge of the counter and leaned forward. He inhaled deeply as his eyes sparkled. “Cinnamon bark you said?”
His breath ghosted over her face. Spearmint, cool and fresh.
Hermione swallowed and nodded, unable to respond.
“We’ll find it.” His mouth quirked into a roguish smile. He looked at her from under his pale lashes. His eyes slid from hers to look at the jars behind her on the counter.
Hermione’s breathing was beginning to speed up as she stared at him. He had little electric blue flecks in his silver eyes, a long sharp nose, strong brow and jawline. His pale eyelashes brushed his high cheekbones as he blinked. She could see the marbled webbing of tiny blue veins on his eyelids as he blinked. His lips were rosy.
“It’s rude to stare Granger.” He murmured softly.
His eyes slid back to hers and she shivered. “Aren’t you going to help me look?” He asked innocently. He slowly let go of the counter and leaned back, still too close but no longer looming over her.
She wondered whether he would feel as cold as he looked if she pressed herself up against him—an intrusive thought—not one she had ever meant to consider.
The corner of his mouth quirked.
Hermione slowly forced herself to turn around and face the jars. Her heart jumped unevenly when she suddenly couldn’t see him.
She swallowed and turned her head to the right, keeping him in her peripheral vision.
He was also looking to the right, at the jars. “Plants…” his gaze slowly drifted to the left. “Spices…” He turned his head further, his gaze straight on her again, “Flowers…poisons…” his cold breath stirred her hair as he spoke. He turned further to the left. “Fungi…herbs…and—“ he turned all the way to the left. “Creatures…” His fingertips brushed her arm as he reached out and placed a hand on the countertop to her left.
His voice was husky and deep, the vibrations rolling through her chest. He was too close. She felt her hair sparking with electricity, her fingertips crackled with magic.
He was so close to her she could feel his shirt brushing against her back. The smell of his cologne was intoxicating. She inhaled and barely stifled the moan that almost escaped her, caught in her throat.
Hermione froze, her breath leaving her in quick short puffs. She tried to take a step to her right but he lay his hand on the countertop, blocking her escape route, caging her in.
She closed her eyes, trying to keep calm.
“Surely you’ve looked through the plants and herbs…right, Granger?”
She could feel his breath on the back of her neck. She wondered what his lips would feel like pressed against her skin. Would they be cold? Or warm?
She heard him chuckle.
He leaned forward to the left, pressing lightly up against her as his hand slowly turned the labels on the jars to face them.
The warmth of his chest seeped over her shoulder.
She shivered, trying to press herself further away as the counter bit into her side.
“African red pepper…” he said softly.
His breath stirred her hair again, tickling her neck.
She quickly swept her hair over her other shoulder, trying to make it stop.
He paused for a long moment before he continued speaking.
“Bay leaves…marjoram…”
His breath ghosted over her neck, causing goosebumps to erupt all over her body. It felt as if his lips were centimeters from her skin. This was so much worse than her hair brushing against her.
She felt a fluttering between her legs.
She tried to shy away but his arms were caging her in, the counter biting into her skin, just above her hips.
“Himalayan sea salt. Hmm…”
His breath ghosted closer over her neck and she swore she felt his lips graze her skin. She shivered and pulled away to the right, brushing his arm as she sidestepped.
“I don’t see it here…” He murmured.
He shifted his body to the right instead, brushing up against her again, closer this time, firmer. She felt the warmth of his chest seeping against her and something cold was pressed up against her, just above her hip. The cold seeped into her flushed skin, through her blouse. She hesitantly glanced back and then clenched her eyes closed.
His belt buckle.
Her legs trembled. She swallowed audibly as she tried to slow her racing heart.
“Alihotsy leaves…Asphodel…Fluxweed…”
His hand brushed her hair over to her other shoulder and her breath caught.
“Belladonna…” His breath ghosted over her neck before his warm lips pressed down on her skin.
An electric shock shot out from her neck, spreading through her body. Her toes curled and her fingers clenched into fists. She could feel the fluttering turn to a pounding heartbeat between her legs.
Her heart raced madly. What if Ron came in looking for her? What if Harry walked in?
“Scared Granger? Waiting for Potter or Weasley to come save you?” He whispered.
She forced her voice to be firm. “No, I’m not scared.”
He ran the tip of his cold nose along her flushed skin and she made a soft noise—something between a moan and a gasp—without meaning to.
He stepped closer, pressing himself firmly up against her, pushing her into the counter top as his lips crept down along her neck. His hands slowly crept along the counter top to circle her waist. His large hand splayed against her stomach, pushing her backwards against him.
She felt an electric current in her stomach and she felt her nipples pebbling as his hands slid over her stomach and ran slowly up her chest to cup her breasts.
“I don’t see cinnamon bark anywhere Granger—“ he murmured against her neck. “Looks like you were right.”
“Yes.” She gasped out. She felt him pushing his hips firmly up against her, his cock hard, pressing up between her cheeks.
He bucked forwards and up, sliding up between her.
His hands slowly pulled at her shirt, untucking it from her skirt as his lips pressed kisses to her neck, working slowly up towards her ear.
She pressed her hands to the counter to steady herself as he slid his cold hands against her bare stomach. She groaned, hunching forward.
His cold fingertips trailed over her skin and pushed up under her bra.
She moaned as his cold finger brushed her breast, settling on her nipple, plucking at her.
His lips pressed a kiss to her jaw as she leaned her head back against his shoulder.
She gasped, her legs trembling as she felt his other hand sliding up along her bare thigh. His cold fingertips left ripples of goosebumps as they slid under her skirt, rounding her thigh. He dragged his fingertips up along her inner thigh before he paused his hand at the line of her knickers.
His fingers twitched forward as his lips found her ear. His teeth grazed her earlobe as she groaned.
Her hips bucked against his hand of their own accord and that seemed to be what he was looking for as his fingertips slid over her knickers.
His hand was still plucking at her nipple, harder now. His lips trailed down from her ear and he gently bit down on her neck as he pressed his fingers more firmly between her legs.
“So wet Granger…is this exciting for you?” He pressed a kiss to the spot he had just bitten. “The thought of us getting caught with my cock inside of you? Is that what’s got you dripping all over my fingers?”
She groaned and bucked forward onto his fingers, the counter bruising her skin.
“So eager.” He murmured. “Are you going to be good for me Granger?”
“Yes.” She agreed breathily.
“Are you going to be quiet for me?”
She felt dizzy, her head spinning. “Yes.” She said again.
“Such a good girl.” He bit down on her neck again, kissing as he released. “Unbutton your blouse.”
Her hands slowly lifted from the counter to shakily unbutton. She pulled at her tie, loosening it. She gasped as his fingers pulled back the fabric of her knickers and slid along her slick folds.
“Don’t stop unbuttoning, Granger.” He slid the length of his finger against her as she groaned, closing her eyes tightly.
She pulled at the buttons, clenching her eyes closed as butterflies soared around her stomach. She could feel her pulse between her legs.
He pulled his hand back and then slowly pressed his finger up against her, his other hand tightening on her breast.
She groaned.
“Shhhh…you said you’d be quiet for me Granger—“ He said huskily, whispering into her ear.
He waited for her to start unbuttoning again before he pressed his finger up against her once more. After a moment of resistance the tip of his finger slid into her, dragging against her.
She stifled the moan that came out of her lips.
“Fuck—you’re so tight Granger—“ he pressed a kiss to her shoulder. “I’ll have to stretch you before I can sink my cock into you.”
She pulled at the last button of her blouse as he slid further into her. She gasped, groaning softly as her face contorted in pleasure.
She slammed her hands down on the counter top to steady herself again.
“Now pull your blouse open.” He slid his finger as far up into her as he could, his knuckles pressing up against her.
She pulled her blouse open and saw his hand on her breast.
His hips bucked forward, grinding his cock against her.
He pulled his finger out before pressing two fingers up against her. Again there was a moment of resistance before he slid into her.
She whimpered, moaning.
“Shhhh.” He whispered against her ear. The hand on her breast dropped lower and circled her waist, pressing her back against him before sliding away, leaving her skin.
Hermione gasped as her bra and knickers vanished.
Malfoy chuckled against her skin. “No need for those is there? Isn’t that so much better?”
He dragged his fingertips against her inner walls before pulling out and adding a third finger.
She groaned at the stretching sensation—the best kind of pain. She gasped, groaning loudly as he slowly slid in and out of her.
“Granger,” he growled. “You said you would be good for me. You said you would be quiet. You are not. Being. Quiet.”
His free hand wrapped around her hair, pulling her head back against his chest as he slid in and out of her.
She hissed as he pulled tightly at her curls.
“Are you going to be quiet or not Granger?” He demanded.
“Yes.” She said hastily.
“Do I need to cast a silencing charm on you?”
“No.” She gasped out.
“Good.” He pulled his hand from between her legs and pressed her down over the counter, one hand on her shoulder, the other pushing down on her lower back. Her flushed cheek pressed against the cool countertop.
She held her breath as she heard his belt clinking. Her fingertips tightened on the edge of the counter.
She glanced back at him and saw him running his hand over himself as he stared down at her, his silver eyes fixed on hers.
He leaned over her and brought his lips to her ear.
She shivered expectantly, arching her back as his body grazed against hers.
“Beg.” He whispered against her skin.
She whimpered as a tight feeling expanded low in her hips. She swallowed, her throat was so dry. “Please. I want you—please Malfoy—“
His hand tightened painfully in her hair. “No.”
She could feel tears pricking at her eyes. “No? No what? No what?” She repeated, panting, her hands tightening on the countertop.
“Don’t call me that.” He growled. “Use my name.”
She swallowed, trying to blink the tears away. “I want you Draco—please—“
She heard him groan softly. The tension in her hair released.
“Please fuck me—I need you—I want your cock inside of me—“
“Keep going.” He growled, running his hand over himself. He nudged her legs further apart with his knee.
“Fuck me until I can’t stand—I want you inside of me—make me cum—please—“
“You beg so pretty Granger.” He lined himself up with her and she whimpered, pushing back against him.
“Uh-uh-uh.” He admonished, pulling back as his hold on her hair tightened. “Stay still.”
She forced herself to stay still, arching her back towards him.
He slid the length of himself against her, coating himself in her arousal as she whimpered and tried to press against him, tried to get any sort of friction.
“Fuck.” He muttered before he thrust up into her with one sharp thrust, stretching her wide.
The stretch was delicious, dragging along her swollen walls.
“Oh, please.” She gasped, groaning and panting. She whimpered as her legs trembled. She clutched at the countertop trying to stay upright.
“Jesus Christ Granger—“ He grunted as he pulled back and sunk into her again. “Your cunt is clenching down on my cock so hard I think it might shatter—“
His hand tightened in her hair as his other hand slid around her waist and began to rub at her clit. The moment his fingers touched her she mewled, her hands scrambling on the countertop. “Please, please…”
He grunted as he worked, sliding his hips back so only his head was inside of her before snapping his hips forward, driving deep into her.
“Well Granger—?” He grunted. “Is this all you’ve been dreaming about?” His hand tightened in her hair. “Every time I see you all you ever think about is me fucking you—“ his fingers swirled over her clit, sending little shockwaves through her pelvis. “bending you over—my lips on every part of your body.”
She groaned.
“Your thoughts are so loud I can’t think.”
“Fuck…” She gasped as he leaned over and kissed at her shoulder. He whispered as he snapped his hips into her again.
“Me snogging you—in the hallways—in the library—in class—during meals—it’s enough to drive a bloke up the fucking wall.” He slid in and out of her as he spoke, thrusting with emphasis each time he made a point.
His cock dragged against her and she clutched at the countertop, whimpering louder and louder.
His hand tightened in her hair and he pulled her up against himself as she hissed.
“Granger—you are not. Being. Quiet.” He hissed again as she pressed herself back onto his cock, sliding her hips up against him.
“Fuck…fuck…” she mumbled. “Please.” She was so close, the strain building in her was pulling tight, just a few more moments and she’d fall over the edge. She turned her head, trying to find his lips with her own when she heard the door open.
Hermione panicked, scrambling as she tried to pull away from him but he held her tightly against himself and bucked up inside of her again. A lewd wet squelching noise came from between them. “Relax Granger—it’s just Theo.” Malfoy’s voice was husky.
Her heart was fluttering, stuttering, adrenaline pumping through her veins.
Malfoy thrust into her again, his cock dragging tightly against her walls before pulling back. “Fuck—Nott, you’ve got her clenched so hard around me I can see stars.”
There was an amused breathy chuckle from behind them.
Hermione’s heart faltered as she tried to look back over her shoulder. Malfoy pushed her face down onto the counter again. His fingers tensed in her curls, turning her face so she could see Theodore Nott leaning against the door as Malfoy thrust back into her.
The silver ring on Theo’s hand glinted in the light as he pushed at his dark curls, a mischievous smirk on his face.
“I told him to give us a few minutes before he came in. Looks like our alone time is up.” Malfoy kissed at her neck before he pulled back and agonizingly slowly pushed into her as deep as he could.
She groaned as her legs trembled, closing her eyes. She could practically hear Draco’s smirk.
She could feel her arousal dripping down her thighs.
“Now what happens next is up to you Granger so think carefully.” He thrust up into her again. “Either Nott can watch me fuck you—or…” He pulled back. “He can join me and make sure you keep quiet.” He thrust into her again and her nails clutched at the countertop.
She didn’t reply, she just panted against the countertop, her eyes tightly closed.
He hissed again as she clenched down around him. “Fuck! Don’t act shy now Granger—“ he panted. “not when all three of us know you think about running that pretty pink tongue of yours all over Nott’s body.”
She heard footsteps coming closer before Malfoy began to slide her clit back and forth.
She was so close, she could taste it.
“Say hello Granger.” Malfoy commanded. His hand slid from her hair to her hip.
Hermione opened her eyes, her heart hammering. She craned her neck to look up at Theo.
“Hey darling.” Theo walked up to the counter and leaned on it, looking down at her, as casual as if they were sitting at the table in the Great Hall. He completely ignored the fact that Malfoy was gripping her hips now and thrusting up into her, panting and grunting as he rutted over her.
Her gaze rocked back and forth in time with Malfoy’s thrusts as she looked up at Theo.
Theo pushed at his dark curls, his green eyes glittering before he slid her curls over her other shoulder. He reached out and brushed her lip with his thumb before slowly pressing his finger into her mouth.
She sucked on Theo’s finger and groaned as Malfoy thrust up into her again, dragging his cock slowly out of her.
“Fuck Granger.” Malfoy muttered. “Clench like that again and you’re going to make me cum before the fun even starts.”
“Such a pretty mouth.” Theo whispered as he ran his thumb over her lips again. “Malfoy tells me you’ve been thinking of me.”
Hermione whimpered.
“But I don’t quite believe him. He says all kinds of rubbish.” Theo’s lips quirked. “I’d rather like to hear it from you myself.” Theo brought his wrists up and slowly unbuttoned one sleeve, folding it down before starting on the second.
He had a black tattoo on his arm that Hermione couldn’t quite see.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” she whimpered.
“Is it true Granger?” Theo asked, a wicked look on his handsome face. His lips quirked into a smirk. “Do you think about me?”
“Yes.” She breathed, trying not to think about the arousal pooling between her legs, dripping down her thighs and Malfoy’s cock.
“What do you think about?” Theo leaned back, crossing his ankles, an amused look on his face.
“Tell him Granger.” Malfoy taunted. “Tell him how you think about him pushing you up against the wall and fucking you senseless. How you want to feel his cock sliding into your mouth. You’re absolutely soaked just thinking about it now.”
She groaned and felt herself clenching down as Malfoy slid out of her. He grunted and hissed as he pushed back inside.
“Shhhh.” Malfoy’s hands tightened on her hips. “Nott—I think you’re going to have to help me keep her quiet—this witch can’t seem to remember that she told me she’d be good for me.”
“Is that so Granger?” Theo leaned over the countertop so their faces were level. “Do you want a taste?”
“Y-yes. Fuck—fuck—Malfoy—“
“No.” Malfoy growled, snapping his hips into her.
Theo tutted. “He doesn’t like that sweetheart, try again.”
“D-Draco please—I’m so—so close.” She begged as her legs trembled. “Please—“
“You’ll have to wait your turn darling.” Theo said softly. “Now, answer the question. Do you want. A taste?”
“Yes, yes—fuck—please, yes—“ she could feel herself at the edge again, her muscles trembling.
Malfoy’s hands slid around her waist, pulling her up and off the counter top. He thrust up into her and then turned them so she was looking at Theo before he pushed her back down, bending her forward.
She scrambled for something to brace herself on as Malfoy grabbed her hips and thrust into her again, groaning.
Her feet skid forward on the ground but he held her upright. She barely stifled the moan that rose to her lips.
“Malfoy.” Theo snapped. “Be careful, you’re going to make her fall.”
This new angle let Malfoy drive even deeper into her and he groaned as he pushed into her. “Fuck.” He ground her hips back against himself as he bottomed out.
“Put your hands on my thighs darling—for balance, yes—there you go.” Theo’s hands slowly slid into her curls, urging her forward as Malfoy’s thrusts had her bouncing back and forth.
“Would you calm down Malfoy? Merlin’s fucking ballsack. How am I meant to do anything when you’ve got her flailing around like this—“ Theo growled, annoyed.
Malfoy panted, slowing his thrusts and Hermione groaned in frustration as her orgasm receded.
“What’s gotten into you?” Theo snapped at Malfoy before he smirked and looked back down at her. “He’s usually quite the gentleman—normally I’m the one gone absolutely feral. But something about you seems to have him quite undone darling.”
Theo slowly pulled his hand from her curls and undid his trousers.
Hermione glanced back at Malfoy, to beg him to go faster. “Please—“
Theo’s hand grabbed a fistful of her curls and brought her head sharply back to look up at him. “Eyes on me sweetheart.”
She gasped, blinking back the tears pricking at her eyes.
He slowly let go of her hair and pulled his cock from his trousers, maintaining eye contact.
“Now, open up those pretty little lips for me.” Theo smirked as he pressed himself up against her mouth. “Breathe through your nose sweetheart.”
Theo pressed into her mouth, barely inside as Malfoy snapped his hips into her, making her bob forward, further onto Theo.
Theo hissed as his hands slid into her hair. “Now darling—if you have anything you want to say just tap my leg twice, yes, just like that.” He pulled back and looked down at her.
She opened her mouth to speak, to beg Malfoy to touch her clit again but Malfoy snapped his hips forward and she bobbed forward and almost slammed into Theo’s stomach.
“She doesn’t have anything to say.” Malfoy grunted. “Just wants me to play with her.”
“Well she can say so herself.” Theo muttered.
“Yes—please.” Hermione gasped.
“Is that all darling?” Theo asked kindly.
“Yes, yes.” She panted.
“Alright then.” Theo caught her jaw and slid into her mouth, further than before.
Malfoy’s hand slid around her hips and he pressed at her clit, swirling it around as he thrust slowly into her.
She could feel the tension in her stomach peaking—about to snap.
Theo slid deeper into her mouth, his hands on either side of her jaw, holding her steady.
He began to thrust shallowly, gasping softly.
She swirled her tongue around him and he hissed.
She felt so deliciously full as Malfoy’s cock dragged against her swollen walls, as Theo pressed into her mouth, stretching her jaw open.
They thrust in and out of her, slowly and then quicker and quicker. They worked in time with each other, Theo kept his thrusts shallow, his hands holding her jaw steady while Draco slammed his hips into her harder and harder. She felt herself begin to flutter around him, about to fall over the edge. Her breathing picked up, gasping as she pulled at shallow breaths through her nose.
Malfoy snapped his hips forward and Theo’s hold on her jaw slipped. She pressed forward onto Theo’s cock and tears filled her eyes as she coughed and spluttered.
“Fuck Malfoy—relax—you’re making her gag—“ Theo growled.
“She fucking loves it—“ Malfoy panted, his voice strained as he snapped his hips forward again, sending her further onto Theo’s cock.
“No, she doesn’t.” Theo snapped. “You’re just trying to make me cum so you can have her all to yourself.”
“No, you fucking prat—I’m trying to cum so you can have a turn—“ Malfoy slid into her at just the right angle, his head dragging along the most delicious spot as his fingers slid across her clit and Hermione saw stars. The tension in her stomach snapped as white hot pleasure flowed out from between her legs. She exhaled heavily through her nose, her whimper stifled by Theo’s cock. Her toes curled as her walls clenched down hard on Malfoy. Her legs trembled. If he hadn’t been clutching at her hip she would have fallen.
“Fuck!” Malfoy gasped out. He managed one more thrust before his hands tightened painfully on her hips. He hissed through clenched teeth, shaking and bobbing his hips, grinding up against her as he spurted inside of her.
She could feel her arousal and his cum leaking out from between them.
“Gods Malfoy—you have the most ridiculous fucking cum face I’ve ever seen.” Theo snickered as he thrust shallowly into Hermione’s mouth again. His face twisted into a mocking recreation and Hermione looked up at him, trying to imagine what Malfoy’s face had looked like.
“She—“ Malfoy panted. “doesn’t think so.” He slowly thrust into her one more time before he released the agonizing grip on her hips and slid himself out of her, stumbling back to lean on the countertop. “She’s trying to imagine it for herself.”
Hermione’s legs trembled.
“She’s gonna fall if you don’t help her.” Malfoy muttered, panting.
“You alright sweetheart? Yes, you did so good.” Theo brought himself out of her mouth and stood her up, running his thumb over her lips before kissing her jaw. “You must be tired.” He whispered against her ear. He walked her back against the wall. “Been working double time haven’t you?” He smirked.
Hermione took a shaky breath, wood and smoke, citrus and musk filled her nostrils as Theo’s green eyes looked down at her, his expression smug.
“All mine now darling—let’s have some real fun.” He whispered against her ear as his lips found her jaw.
His hand snaked down between her legs, pushing up her skirt as his fingers trailed lower.
Theo spoke sharper now, his comment directed at Malfoy as he turned back to look at him.
“Now why the hell would I want to stick my cock in there when you’re dripping out of her you disgusting bastard.” Theo shook his head and looked down at her. “Sorry about him darling—no manners at all—you’d think he was born in a barn.”
Malfoy smirked to himself as Theo slid his wand from his sleeve and cleaned her up. He muttered a lubrication charm before he slid his wand away and his lips found her neck.
Her eyes slid over to Malfoy who was pushing at his disheveled hair and straightening his trousers and shirt, his eyes fixed on hers.
Theo brought his finger up under her chin, turning her to face him again. “Eyes on me darling—don’t be rude.” His green gaze bored into her. His dark curls were sweaty, the ones framing his forehead were plastered to his skin.
“You’ll have noticed Malfoy and I do everything together. You might be wondering why. No? Well, I’ll tell you anyways. It’s because we’re the same. He and I—we’re like the same person. People say we’re like brothers but I think that’s wrong. We’re like twins.” He pressed her firmly up against the wall. “There’s only one difference between us—“ he smirked, “and that’s the fact that my cock is bigger than his—“
She heard Malfoy scoff indignantly.
Theo hitched her leg up over his hip. “so I’m sure he’s stretched you for me—but take a deep breath sweetheart—“ He angled himself up against her and thrust into her as she moaned. “and I’ll show you how it’s really done.”
“Oh.” Hermione gasped as Theo slid up into her. The angle had her tight against the wall and his cock was slick with lubrication, gliding against her tight walls. He bottomed out with a grunt, holding her hips in place as his mouth sucked on her neck.
“Fuck,” she mumbled as she slid her hands into his curls. Wood and citrus assaulted her nasal passages, the cologne strong and fresh.
He slowly pulled back and snapped forward—making her back scrape against the rough brick. Hermione’s eyes slid to find Malfoy’s silver eyes watching her, his gaze hungry.
One of Theo’s hands had her leg tightly on his hip and the other left her waist and slid between them to play with her breast. “Fuck—“ he thrust slowly in and out as he spoke. “You have,” in “the most—“ out “perfect” in “tits.”
She shuddered against him, the tension fluttering in her stomach again.
Theo hissed and then spoke in a louder tone, for Malfoy again. “I see what you were talking about now.”
Malfoy chuckled.
“She’s so fucking tight.” Theo groaned.
Hermione panted and whimpered, grabbing at Theo’s shoulders.
Theo reached down underneath her and pulled her up, forcing her to straddle him as he hauled her up into his arms and pressed deeper into her, her back scraping against the brick wall.
“Fuck—“ She moaned. She made eye contact with Malfoy again as he brought a finger to his lips, silently hushing her.
“Gods, she really is fucking loud.” Theo panted as if she wasn’t right there, as if he wasn’t fucking up into her, sliding his cock deep inside of her. His voice lowered to a gruff whisper.
“How are you doing sweetheart?” He bit down on her shoulder as he heaved her back up and thrust into her fluidly. He let most of her weight rest on the wall. “Legs around my hips doll.”
“Yes—I’m—“ she mumbled nonsensically trying to tighten her legs around him. “good.” She managed to say with a whine.
“She wants you to touch her Nott.” Malfoy’s voice was smug. “Clearly you’re not doing enough.”
Theo rolled his eyes. “I’m a bit busy but I’ll do my best.” His hand left her breast and trailed down between them. As his fingers brushed her clit she gasped, squirming against him.
“Fuck—this angle, doesn’t really work—“ he panted. “I know you wanted me to fuck you against the wall—and I do aim to please darling—but, how’s about we try something else?”
He reached underneath her and hauled her back up, sliding her down onto his cock as he walked her back over to the counter and lay her back against it.
Her head just barely brushed the wall.
The cold countertop made her nipples tighten and a feral look crossed Theo’s face as he gazed down at her.
“Malfoy.” Theo muttered. “Your blazer.” He outstretched one hand, his gaze fixed on hers.
Malfoy scoffed and pulled off his blazer, walking over and handing it to Theo as his eyes raked over Hermione. He took a single step back.
Theo bunched up the blazer and stuck it between her head and the wall as he smirked.
Theo pulled back and slid into her. “I want you to watch sweetheart. Uh-uh, eyes on me—don’t look at him.” He leaned over and grabbed her chin, turning her back to face him, angling her head to watch as his cock slid into her.
He licked at his thumb and pressed it to her clit, thumbing back and forth as shockwaves of electricity bounced around inside of her.
Malfoy’s eyes were closed. “Yeah, like that. She likes that.”
Hermione’s heart stuttered as she realized he was inside of her head—feeling exactly what she felt. The tension in her stomach taughtened, tightening—making her teeth clench, her toes curl.
"Just realizing now Granger?" Malfoy chuckled. "I thought you were meant to be the brightest witch of our age..."
Theo was watching her as he slowly dragged in and out of her, his fingers moving softly against her clit. “Like that sweetheart? Is this what you wanted?” His voice was soft.
“Y-yes.” She gasped out, seeing white spots behind her eyelids.
“Eyes open doll.” He said firmly.
She opened her eyes and he snapped his hips firmly against her.
“Fuck—“ she panted.
Malfoy’s eyes were open again, watching her. “She’s close.”
“I can fucking tell that for myself thank you.” Theo snapped. “Her cunt is fluttering around my cock—so—fucking—tight—Granger.”
She moaned and Theo’s hand left her clit, pressing down over her mouth.
“Shh.” Theo hushed, his eyes flashing.
He seemed to have lost his composure because he began slamming his hips into her, thrusting faster and deeper, his movements getting jerkier as he panted, breathing heavily through his nose.
Hermione felt the tension about to boil over—her toes started to curl as her whole body tensed, much stronger than before. She panted helplessly under Theo’s hand.
Theo’s eyes closed in concentration as he tried to keep himself going.
Malfoy’s silver eyes were fixed on hers, his gaze searing into her. His lips quirked into a devilish smirk as he brought his finger up to his lips again, hushing her silently.
Her mouth opened as she came, her eyes clenching tight as the tension released, snapping in her abdomen—sending waves of pleasure over her body. Her entire body convulsed. Her cunt clenched down on Theo’s cock, sucking him in deeper. Her hands clutched up to grab at his shoulders and pull him closer as her nails raked over his arms.
“Sweet fucking Salazar—“ Theo gasped hoarsely as he tensed against her. He clutched at her hips, fucking into her three more times before he pulled out and hissed through his teeth, his eyes closed as he came all over her stomach.
His whole body tensed as he spurted again before his body went limp and he leaned a hand on the wall behind her, hunching over her and panting. He smirked tiredly down at her before he pushed at his sweaty curls.
She panted as she looked up at him, her eyes sliding from his to Malfoy’s. Malfoy had a crooked smirk on his face, his eyes smug.
“Well you lasted all of a minute and a half Nott.” Malfoy’s tone was wickedly smug.
“Fuck off you wanker.” Theo panted. Theo stumbled back, almost walking into Malfoy. “This was fun Granger.” Theo winked as he tucked himself back into his trousers and smoothed his shirt. “You certainly have a wicked imagination.” He grabbed at his wand and vanished the mess he had made before he offered her a hand and helped her slide off the counter. He tugged at her tie and brought her closer as he chuckled. Theo brushed her curls back behind her ear as Malfoy frowned at him. “I’d be happy to oblige in any other fantasies you’d like played out.” He bit the tip of his tongue and chuckled.
Theo threw Malfoy a sideways look and grinned as he found Malfoy glowering. “Relax you prat.”
Malfoy’s face rippled back into its usually expressionless features.
“What were you lot even doing in here?” Theo asked Hermione with a taunting edge to his voice. “Before Malfoy decided to bend you over the counter and fuck you that is.”
Hermione wasn’t sure if her voice would work. She cleared her throat and spoke, her voice hoarse. “Looking for the cinnamon bark.”
“The cinnamon bark?” Theo slapped a hand to his forehead. “Fuck, I completely forgot—“ he reached into his pocket and pulled out a tiny jar, tapping his wand to it and resizing it. “I grabbed a few pieces for our potion and forgot to put it back.” Theo smirked. “Handed it out to the rest of the class while you two were having your fun.” He grinned wickedly at her before he turned and walked out the door.
She stared at Malfoy, still panting unevenly. She pulled at her blouse, trying to cover herself from his wolflike gaze.
He slowly stalked closer, leaning over her as he reached behind her and grabbed his blazer.
He looked down at her, slowly trailing a finger down her sternum before he smirked and stepped back, shrugging his blazer back on.
“If you ever want to do this again—with or without Nott—just let me know.” His eyes glittered as he raked his gaze over her. “All you have to do is think about it.” His lips twisted into a grin. “I seem to recall you have a particularly interesting fantasy set in the library.” He smirked and stared at her as she tried to slow her heartbeat.
Finally he spoke again. “Here Granger—you should probably put this back on before someone notices.” Malfoy tossed her bra at her.
“What about my knickers?” She asked.
“Spoils of war.” He winked as he walked out.