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Gods, he was maddeningly quick. Hermione had barely heard the sharp click of a latch before he was just there digging through her opened trunk.
“No,” she began with an insistent shake of her head. “Just because Theo is on a late floo call—”
“And on the weekend no less!” He snapped lightly as he tossed things within her trunk.
“—does not mean you can barge into my room and fiddle around,” Hermione exclaimed.
She quickly leapt from the bed when he shrunk and pocketed something, but Draco moved over to her desk.
“I don’t fiddle, Granger. I inspect. It’s much more purposeful,” he argued while he fiddled with a memento.
Hermione rolled her eyes but her attention quickly fell to his odd attire. “And what in Merlin’s name are you wearing?”
“Surely you’re familiar with sweatpants,” he replied before he tensed and looked down. “Ginevra said witches love them. Did she lie again?”
Her eyes skated down the casual Muggle clothes. The gray sweats were slung loose around his waist and paired with a simple white cotton tee that accentuated the cut definition beneath. Hermione bit her lip while her mind soared with indecent thoughts, and a sudden urge to throttle Ginny at their next brunch.
Draco cleared his throat. “I suppose she was truthful this time,” he concluded with renewed arrogance.
Hermione huffed and averted her gaze. “Yes, well they’re certainly more acceptable than when she convinced you Hawaiian shirts were chic.”
He scowled at the memory and her soft laugh. She slowly walked over to the trunk. Her brief amusement vanished the moment she saw the state of her things.
“Draco, this flat may have your name on it but you can’t saunter in here whenever you’re bored and rummage through my stuff!”
“I hardly sauntered in. My arse didn’t even pop, unlike yours every time you don a new skirt.”
Draco’s drawl was followed by a light chuckle and her cheeks grew warm at the playful callout.
“I have a natural sway,” she lied and began tidying up the disaster Draco left whenever he rifled through her things.
She bent over to assess the trunk Draco had opened while he looked for “new Muggle things,” or whatever his excuse had been.
With a sigh, she resorted her books and soon noticed he’d swiped her copy of A Tale of Thievery. She rolled her eyes but was glad to know his curiosity extended to Muggle literature and not just silly knickknacks.
“And regardless of how you entered, it’s rude to an unfathomable degree. Narcissa would throw a fit if she knew how you behaved. Not to mention I could be changing or—“
“How can you always act so proper yet forgo knickers?” Theo asked.
She spun and quickly slapped a hand over her bum. Hermione lightly glared at Theo as he stood in the doorway with a mischievous grin.
“Finally, Theo. Now we can have fun. And what’s this about no knickers?” Draco asked while he flopped on her bed.
“Oh my gods! No, absolutely not. Theo, please take this terror.”
“Excuse you. I’m a fucking gem.”
Her head whipped back to Draco and his offended tone. “You waltz in here and just argh, mess with everything! You might as well sleep in here. You already treat it like your room.”
Theo sighed and approached the bed. “Hermione is right, Draco.”
She crossed her arms and gave an appreciative nod at Theo’s agreement, but growled when he toed off his dragonhide shoes.
“We should just sleep in here,” Theo suggested.
Draco patted the bed beside him. “Get comfortable, Theo. She has curious things over here too.”
Hermione stood in stunned silence as the pair settled back on her bed and began sifting through the various trinkets and items she kept stowed on her matching nightstands. Although she’d often imagined the irritating pair falling into her bed a shameful amount of nights, this was not the scenario that Hermione had in mind.
In the wake of the war, their final year had been different. They all managed their trauma as best they could, sought comfort and acceptance in any form, and she knew Theo and Draco leaned on one another when they were understandably shunned aside. Not many from the pair’s house chose to return, but the Wizengamot mandated it for a few.
While she and Theo shared their head dorm, Draco also found comfort in their private space. Initially she hadn’t minded his presence. He was a waif of the vicious boy he’d once been, and gradually his silent glares became curious glances.
The quiet scoffs when she spoke with Theo turned into inelegant snorts until he finally tried to swipe her diary final term. She’d promptly hexed his fingers into snakes.
McGonagall implemented a strict “zero tolerance for intolerance” policy that ensured Harry and Draco reached a bitter truce in order to play Quidditch. Though that settled one issue, another rift came when she found herself connecting more and more with the private pair.
They were studious and observant, a staunch change from her usual company, and Hermione came to appreciate the way they hung onto her every word. Numerous times she’d pull out a Muggle item and squirm under their intense gaze until one would finally cave and inquire about it.
Their friendship strained some bonds while they solidified new ones. And with it came an unbearable crush that seemed to grow along with the wizards as they worked to learn and unlearn all they could in the most infuriating ways possible.
Theo insisted they get a flat in Muggle London. Draco wanted the convenience of a Magical flat near an apparition point. They settled on a squib owned property that straddled and merged both of their Worlds. Hermione had never felt more settled with the pair, except when they tinkered around her room.
“You’re both brats,” she sighed tiredly.
Draco picked up a Troll doll. “My mother preferred to call me determined when the house elves said the same thing. She’s wrong though. I am most assuredly a brat.”
An odd clacking drew her attention back to Theo. He clicked a hair clip open and shut but winced when it closed on his fingers. Theo flung it aside and continued rummaging about. Hermione relented and finally climbed into the bed.
“Move your bony arse,” she mumbled to Draco as she wedged herself between them.
“It’s luscious, Granger. Maybe even comparable to yours,” he spoke distractedly and twisted the troll’s neon green hair.
“I’d devour either,” Theo added absentmindedly while he twirled a no longer fluorescent glow stick about.
Gods, they did this all the time. Dropped delicious, torturous quips that left her already imaginative mind spinning.
“What is this?” Draco asked her quietly as he twisted the neon green wisps into an appalling hairdo.
“It’s a Troll doll. Popular muggle… thing, or used to be anyway. I don’t know. Must you touch everything?”
“We’re tactile learners, Granger. Very hands on.”
Hermione blushed at his suggestive smirk. His attention returned to the Troll doll and Draco thumbed over the cheap jeweled belly button before he stiffened.
She barely caught it when he abruptly dropped it in her lap. Draco turned to her nightstand but spun back after only a moment.
“It’s nude. Why is it nude?” He asked somewhat distraught.
Hermione looked down at the unclothed figurine. “I don’t know. I never really questioned it.”
Theo picked up her novelty planter and tilted it inquisitively. “Is everything you own obscene?”
“Hey! That’s new! It hasn’t sprouted yet.”
“It’s bare,” Theo chuckled beside her.
“I just said it hasn’t sprouted yet. Once it does, the sprouts will act as quills.”
Draco peered around her. “It’s horrid.”
“It’s a hedgehog.”
If possible, he looked even more unimpressed before he turned back to her nightstand. Theo set the planter down but she soon caught a flash of teal.
“No! You meddling little—“ Hermione tore the diary from his hands.
“What do you write about in there?” Theo asked when he saw the pink that warmed her cheeks.
Draco leaned back on an elbow and grinned. “Yes, what’s in there? Same as Hogwarts? Dear Diary, today Draco and Theo looked utterly shaggable. I wonder who has a bigger—"
Hermione gasped. “You’ve read my diary?”
Their faces became unreadable. “I never got the chance. Did you really write that?” Draco asked.
They lunged for the diary and she smacked both of their hands in quick succession.
“No, you oafs,” she muttered. More lies.
Hermione clutched it to her chest and quickly scrambled across Theo’s lap. She hurriedly shoved it in the nightstand beside him and resituated herself in front of the troublesome pair.
One, to gain some much needed distance. Two, to keep a bloody eye on both at once.
But all it did was provide her with a horrifying view of Draco as his gaze went from the recently shut drawer beside Theo to the matching one directly beside him.
“What’s in this one?” He asked.
It happened in slow motion, like a rogue bludger hurtling towards an unsuspecting crowd in the stands. Her panicked shriek went entirely ignored. Draco whipped it open and stared into the drawer.
Her very private and personal drawer.
“Granger, what is this?”
“Uhh… it’s uhh…” Her wide eyes stared at Draco’s but his stormy focus flitted within the drawer.
She could disapparate. Yes, she could disapparate straight into a volcano and forget this ever occurred.
“What is it?” Theo’s brows furrowed. When the quiet loomed among them, he leaned over Draco.
Her eyes snapped to the door. Perhaps she could fling herself in front of a bus outside their busy flat.
“Um— it’s—”
Green eyes widened until Theo slowly leaned back with a raised brow.
“Lesson.”
She was shaken out of her horrified daze by Draco’s crisp command and the sharp snap of his fingers.
“Lesson?” She asked quietly.
Draco finally let his stare drift back to her. He relaxed against the pillow and took on an aire of nonchalance.
“It’s Muggle, is it not?” He asked.
“Maybe,” she confessed.
Draco hummed and laced his fingers behind his head. “And did you not agree to teach us about Muggle things?”
Oh, Merlin.
“That was an agreement, not an unbreakable vow you absolute nitwit.”
Draco bit back a grin. “Based on your reaction and its rather unique shape, I’m eager to learn its purpose.”
The troublesome pair shared a look before Theo added, “I’m equally curious. Please educate us.”
They had to have some idea of what it was if their faint smirks were anything to go off of but if so, neither seemed put off by the device in the drawer. If anything, they seemed eager and Hermione’s embarrassment slowly melted away.
An explanation. That’s all the pair needed, she told herself. A simple, straightforward explanation and they could move on.
“Alright… but if either of you laugh, you’re each getting a boil hex. And my aim is quite low,” she warned with a sharp glare.
“I won’t laugh. Draco might because he’s a child but—“
“You still laugh at that snake and bum song Granger showed us,” Draco snapped.
“Baby Got Back is hilarious and don’t you dare deny it,” Theo argued.
“Boil hex!” She reminded.
They quieted but each sent a look of warning to the other before they awaited her explanation.
She could do this. They were all adults. Gods, they were friends, and she had agreed to explain any Muggle concepts or devices they inquired about.
With a deep breath, Hermione stretched across Draco’s lap and retrieved it from the drawer. She tried to ignore the way their eyes followed her every move as she settled in front of them again.
Hermione took another fortifying breath. She finally presented it in her palm like a sacred artifact.
“T-this is a vibrator,” she began. “This one utilizes batteries and there’s a motor— It— vibrates and the shape is— well, obvious. It can be used by anyone really so long as there’s a hole or something you want to stimulate and— yes, some are wired but I’ve found those a bit annoying. Getting tangled about and all that… Oh! And some are made of glass but since they don’t vibrate I suppose they’re dildos. Actually… Never mind. No, I don’t care for those. This is made of silicone. If one needs lubrication, it requires water-based lubricant rather than silicone-based, which admittedly can be confusing. But silicone-based will degrade it over time. And it has multiple settings!”
Hermione finished with a proud smile. Yes, that was informative, she thought.
“Show us.”
“Pardon?”
Theo’s eyes briefly flicked down to the mint green vibrator again. “I don’t fully understand this one. Can you demonstrate it?” he asked.
Drenched. That’s what would’ve become of her knickers if she’d been wearing any.
“Demonstrate it?” She repeated with disbelief.
Draco chewed the inside of his cheek for a moment. “Yes, I’m confused as well. I think a demonstration would be appropriate.”
“Appropriate?”
“Will that thing make you stop repeating everything we say?” Draco asked with a playful narrowing of his eyes.
Hermione frowned and looked down at it. “No, probably not. When I use the highest setting, it can muddle my brain quite a bit.”
Draco made an odd sound, something between a groan and a whimper. When her brows rose pointedly, he waved a hand at her and the vibrator. “Granger, you’re sitting before us holding that in your bed after having given a brief explanation—”
“I was thorough!” She huffed.
“With no knickers,” Theo whispered to Draco.
“Yes, thank you, Theo. With no knickers. Of course—”
“What will you do if I demonstrate it?”
Theo seemed taken aback by her abrupt question but Draco replied without pause.
“Whatever you allow.”
Oh how she’d imagined this. Dreamt of it. Bloody touched herself to similar scenarios an embarrassing number of times. Maybe not with it occurring under the guise of educating them but that only added to the excitement that began to coil in her belly.
But as she laid back on the pillow between them, a dozen what ifs caused her to pause.
“Are you going to touch me?”
Draco’s eyes were locked onto the vibrator in her hand, but his attention quickly snapped up at her question.
“May we?”
“You never ask permission to touch anything else in my room,” she said quietly.
He arched a pale brow at her daring taunt.
“Is that what you want? For us to treat you like another curious thing for us to play with?” He asked and slid down to the foot of the bed.
“Yes.”
The admission left her lips with an unfairly shaky breath. Draco’s brief look of surprise soon darkened into something predatory as his hands skimmed up her calves. They were firm but reverent. Each pass over her golden skin was slow and intentional, so unlike the way he typically tore through her belongings.
“I won’t be used and tossed aside,” she added when Theo’s hand skated down her blouse.
Draco’s responding hum did little to calm her nerves. The roving hand on her chest deftly plucked a nipple through her blouse and she arched up into Theo’s touch with a gasp.
“You will be used. Thoroughly,” Theo assured beside her. “But never tossed aside. Consider it a warning, or a promise, Hermione. Whatever gets your knickers wet.”
“Remember Theo. She doesn’t wear any,” Draco mused with a chuckle.
It was obvious they were enjoying themselves but Hermione didn’t care as they continued their exploration. Draco palmed her knees and guided them apart while Theo’s hand slid lower.
His fingers carefully lifted the hem of her skirt and she whimpered quietly at the view. How Draco slowly worked between her thighs. They way Theo admired all the attention she allowed them to give.
Draco’s hands slid along her inner thighs before his thumbs slipped up and down her center.
“She’s already a mess,” Draco groaned softly.
He let his thumbs glide through her arousal, deftly playing along her slickened skin until he finally brushed a thumb over her clit.
“Oh,” Hermione moaned quietly.
“How long have you been thinking about this?” Theo asked while they watched Draco’s fingers tease her entrance.
“I—I don’t know,” she whispered.
Draco tutted and plunged a finger into her warmth. “How long, Hermione?” Her hips tilted up with a sharp moan as Draco quickly eased in a second finger.
“Hook your fingers,” Theo suggested from above.
Draco crooked his fingers deep within. He continued to work and press them inside her, aiming for a spot high at the front of her pelvis. The sudden burst of pleasure it gave did little to draw out an answer.
“Oh my gods, please,” she moaned when Theo’s finger joined and applied delicious swirling pressure to her clit.
“How long has that brilliant mind of yours been thinking about this?” Theo asked again.
She whined when Draco’s fingers angled deeper. “Eighth—eighth year… when I saw you.”
Theo chuckled and gently flicked the aching bud before those skillful swirls resumed. “You admonish us for snooping when you’ve done the same?”
She shook her head against the pillow. “I wasn’t snooping,” Hermione insisted with a gasp. “Gods, you were on the couch in our dorm… or Draco was… you were on the floor between his—”
“Sounds like snooping,” Draco cut her off with another tut before his fingers slipped out of her.
Hermione growled in disappointment but they ignored her.
“Demonstration?” Theo asked Draco.
“Yes. We’re owed one, aren’t we?”
She wondered if a boil hex was still justified, but Draco sat back and smirked at her annoyance. “Show us how you use that little Muggle device.”
Hermione’s legs snapped closed and she pushed up on her elbows. They grinned at her flushed cheeks and wild curls that splayed in various directions.
“Little?” She frowned. “It’s a reasonable size.”
Theo snorted but moved to the end of the bed beside Draco. With an encouraging wave for her to begin, Hermione’s arm angrily swept across the bedding and searched for the vibrator.
“Is that why you’re both so abhorrently smug?” She mumbled and snatched up the toy.
“You’ll find out soon enough. Now be a good girl and help us gain a better understanding of that vibrator,” Draco ordered lightly.
Hermione gave a soft scowl at his teasing but they’d left her such a frazzled ball of want, she quickly flicked on the vibrator and got situated on the bed.
“I use the third setting. It’s a steady pulse but not as—“ Her words cut off as she dragged it down her center. It buzzed over her skin until she focused the soft tip over her clit with a soft moan.
“—not as powerful as the fourth setting,” she finished with furrowed brows.
The vibrations wracked through her and piled upon the pleasure Theo and Draco had given. Hermione’s other hand slipped down and she gently parted herself. Draco’s half lidded eyes watched intently while she lowered the vibrator to her entrance.
“Can you take all of it?” He asked.
His voice was rough and tight while he watched the tip push just inside. Hermione bit her lip and nodded.
Theo muttered a curse and shifted beside Draco. They both seemed to readjust, and her eyes fell to the distinct bulge beneath gray sweats. The sight of the pair becoming so affected, so entranced, by her gave Hermione a new sense of power.
She pressed the toy in with a shallow thrust. Her eyes slid shut at their hitched breaths, and Hermione lifted her hips to meet the toy. The smooth silicone slipped deeper. In and out she worked the vibrator until the tips of her fingers met slick skin.
“Fuck, that’s perfect,” Theo praised.
Hermione preened but opened her eyes at the clink of a belt. Theo’s hand snaked beneath his trousers and he unashamedly withdrew his stiffened length. Draco’s eyes passed to Theo’s lap for a moment before he followed suit.
She caught the damp spot on his sweats and whimpered needily when Draco’s glistening tip came into view.
“Please,” she whined, desperate for their hands to return and tease over her.
“Show us what you want.”
Theo moved his fist over his cock with a fluid twisting motion after his gentle demand.
Draco’s deep groan collided with Theo’s and Hermione quickened her thrusts. Their fists seemed to match her tempo, speeding up as she plunged it deeper, slowing down when she wished to draw out her pleasure longer.
Her legs began to twitch and she angled the vibrator higher. Hermione buried the toy roughly and gave a slight wince but maintained her steady plunge. The dull twinge of pain only heightened all the pleasure paired with it.
“Fuck, is that want you want?” Draco grunted the question and thrust up into his hand.
“Draco, Theo… please.”
Her whine was laced with frustration and need. They were at their own limits but at her desperate whimper of their names, both unfisted their cocks and moved over her.
Draco gently withdrew the toy and tossed it aside as he met her lips. Years of frustrations seeped into the kiss, and she moaned when his hard cock brushed over her center.
His movements were unhurried when he rolled them on the bed. Theo’s hands found her arse and he quickly tucked the hem of her skirt into her waistband as Draco encouraged her to grind above him.
“Keep her like that Draco,” Theo groaned at the sight of her straddling him.
He moved his fingers over the apex of her spread thighs. She arched back with a moan and looked over her shoulder. Theo’s eyes met hers just as he teased a coated finger around the tight ring of her arse.
“We may need to take turns training this arse,” he smirked and gently pressed a finger into her.
Hermione gasped at the sensation and his words, at the confirmation that this wouldn’t end tonight. Draco bucked up and she felt his cock glide against her clit before he turned her back to him.
“Focus on me,” Draco said with a roll of his hips.
Draco took in every moan as Theo’s finger worked to prepare her. Gentle and slow, he eased it in and out while Draco let her grind against him.
“That’s it,” Draco praised and reached between them. “Can you be a good girl for us? Warm my cock while Theo gets that perfect arse ready?”
His voice was soothing and calm despite the debauched request. Hermione nodded quickly with her eyes still shut and felt Draco’s hands gently guide her up.
“Look at me,” he ordered when his cock was notched just at her entrance.
Her eyes fluttered open. Draco’s hands fell to her hips and he held her against his steady thrust up.
“Oh my gods,” she whimpered.
He was much bigger than the vibrator, and she silently cursed knowing the modest toy was likely ruined for her now.
Theo watched her lips stretch around Draco’s cock.
“Gods, that’s beautiful. We’ll get you taking both of us soon,” he promised and began to work a second finger into her arse.
Hermione was desperate to roll her hips and build upon the pleasure that coursed through her but Draco’s hands kept her firmly in place.
“No, no. You’re warming my cock for now,” he reminded.
“Please. I’ll be good,” she promised.
Her pleading was forgotten when two of Theo’s fingers finally sunk into her, but Draco remained attentive. At the tight pinch of her brows, the thumb at her hip extended and he brushed the pad over her clit.
When that look of contentment returned to her face, Draco slowed his thumb. It lazily passed over her clit as Theo’s intrusion gradually heightened her pleasure.
“That’s it. You’re doing so well,” he murmured.
When she tightened at the praise, Draco gave an almost pained groan. Each brush of his thumb made her contract but she wanted more. With an intentional clench, Draco hissed beneath her.
“Be patient,” he warned quietly.
“Is she already misbehaving?” Theo asked knowingly and spread his fingers deep within her arse.
Hermione gave a quiet moan and fell forward on her hands. She gripped Draco’s shoulders as Theo stretched her further. His touch was careful and skilled while he gently withdrew his fingers only to bury them again. Over and over, he worked to ensure she was ready before he finally spoke.
“Draco, hold her open for me. I want to watch her take all of me.”
A delightful shiver ran across her skin. Hermione’s eyes slid shut again and she rolled her hips the moment Draco’s hands slid from her waist to her arse. He gripped her bum and with the new leverage, abruptly thrust up. She gave a surprised whine when his cock bumped deep within her.
“Hurry up, Theo,” Draco ordered as he stared up at her and spread her arse. “I fear we’ve been too lenient.”
She tightened her muscles with a soft smile and another slow roll of her hips. Hermione knew they’d handle her with care, but she understood now why they enjoyed riling her up so often.
When Theo murmured a lubrication charm and pressed the swollen head of his cock to her arse, Draco gave a thrust beneath her.
“Oh.”
Theo groaned as he pressed into her slowly, and she gasped at the odd bit of pressure.
“Use her, Draco.”
His gray eyes glinted with sinful promise at Theo’s demand, and her fingers dug into his shoulders just before he lifted her up slightly.
He was punishing. She’d had time to adjust while she warmed his cock but the depth and force as he buried himself caused her to cry out.
“Gods, you’re so perfect,” Draco grunted and held her down against another rough thrust.
“You’re taking us so well,” Theo groaned and withdrew. When he sunk back into her, Draco’s cock filled her as well.
“Oh my gods,” she cried out.
She’d never felt so full. Draco’s tempo slowed to follow Theo’s as they tried to match their thrusts. They seemed intent on ensuring she was completely stretched around their cocks while they buried themselves into her.
“I can feel you, Draco,” Theo grunted and pulled out slowly.
Draco’s hands finally released their grip on her arse but Theo kept her spread open. He watched his cock withdraw only to sink it back into her again.
“Theo,” she moaned at his sudden thrust.
“Fuck, I may need to train this hole myself,” he murmured behind her.
His cock continued to plunge deeper. The head would catch just before Theo buried himself again with a firm thrust, and her pitched cries only encouraged his handling of her.
Hermione arched forward. It jut her arse out further and Theo took advantage of the new angle. He pressed a palm to her lower back and snapped his hips.
“Gentle, Theo,” Draco growled quietly beneath her.
“No,” she gasped. “Please, just like that.”
Draco stared up at her before he pulled her down. He silenced her needy moans with a kiss while Theo continued fucking her relentlessly, eventually burying himself fully in her arse.
“There we go. Good girls take every inch,” Theo groaned and pulled her back on his next thrust.
Hermione gasped against Draco’s lips as Theo became lost in the feel of her arse.
“I’m going to come,” she whined.
With Draco still deep within her, Theo’s furious pace pulled out a pleasure she’d never felt. Every muscle began to spasm and Draco slowed until he was unmoving beneath her.
“Just from Theo fucking your arse?” Draco teased from below.
She nodded eagerly but was too overwhelmed to speak.
“Let me feel it. Be a good girl and come for Theo.”
Draco let Theo take over. He felt each slide of Theo’s cock as he buried it deep within her, and enjoyed the pulsing grip of her walls that hugged his cock as she approached the edge.
He reached between them again and flicked his thumb over her clit. Hermione gasped a soft curse just before her cunt clamped around his length and each swipe of his thumb pulled out more beautiful sounds from her throat.
“So fucking tight,” Theo muttered and worked into her roughly.
His cock sunk into her arse, past the tightened walls that clung to his length until his movements began to stutter.
“Fill her Theo,” Draco said as he started thrusting up into her again.
Her orgasm continued to rip through her. Draco’s added thrusts amplified the wave of pleasure. Theo’s cock pushed into her with less finesse at the tortuous grip and she felt his warmth flood her arse.
Panted breaths filled the room while Theo’s thumbs softly moved over her hips. When he gently withdrew, it was Draco’s turn to take advantage of a new position.
He still took care when he rolled them beside Theo’s exhausted form, but the moment her back hit the bed, Draco spotted the vibrator beside the pillow.
“You were stunning,” Draco groaned and wandlessly accio’ed the toy.
Hermione’s eyes widened when she caught a glimpse of mint green.
“But I want one more with me buried in this devil’s snare of a cunt.” The vibrator roared to life as Draco held her legs open. “Do you want to keep it in place, or should we ask Theo?” He suggested.
She was surprised by the question but her eyes flicked up to Theo. Hermione nodded to him. “Theo please.”
Draco held the toy up. “Ensure it doesn’t move until I’m done with her.”
Her heart began to hammer in her chest as they shared a look. Theo moved above her and held one of her thighs as Draco gripped the other. He rolled his hips and sunk back into her just as Theo pressed the vibrator to her clit.
“Fuck,” she gasped.
The tormenting vibrations made her twitch. She was still sensitive from her orgasm with Theo and Draco knew it. He smirked down at her and set a steady pace, languid but deep as his cock continued to slide into her.
“Gods, she’s already trembling again,” he groaned and sped up his thrusts.
Theo dragged the vibrator across her clit. Each pass made her stomach knot until her legs began to shake.
“You wanted our attention. Take it,” Draco taunted lightly with another hard thrust.
“Draco— oh my g—”
She bucked against the vibrator. Draco’s groans deepened when she began to grip his cock again.
“That’s it. You came for Theo. I want my own,” he grunted and quickened his thrusts.
“I will. I promise,” she whimpered when that familiar wave began to crest.
But Theo pressed the button on the vibrator and it sent a jolt straight through her clit. She whined sharply and writhed beneath them.
“Is that the fourth setting you mentioned?” Theo asked innocently.
“Theo,” Draco gritted out as every muscle in her core began to contract.
“Theo, I’m going to ki—“ Hermione’s gasped threat became a desperate cry and Draco’s cock fought the clench of her walls as she came around him.
“Just like that. Gods, you’re such a good girl for us,” he praised tightly.
Her cunt pulsed and gripped him until Draco finally let his own needs peak.
“We’re going to keep you filled up so there’s no doubt that you’re ours,” Draco rasped and buried himself again.
He spilled into her, tilting her hips up to ensure he was nestled deep within her. His labored breaths gradually slowed with his thrusts, and Theo chuckled when Hermione tiredly swatted the vibrator away.
He braced a hand beside her head and peered down at her with a grin. “That was fun, wasn’t it?”
Hermione’s hand shot up and gripped the placket of his now wrinkled shirt, but he readily let her pull him down.
“I will kill you next time,” she whispered against his lips.
“There will be a next time is all I’m hearing,” he replied cheekily. Her exhausted groan was quieted by his lips.
When he pulled back, Draco cast cleansing charms over all of them until they became a tangle of limbs and contented sighs. His long fingers tapped along Theo’s thigh behind Hermione as she burrowed between them. Her foot was hooked around one of Theo's behind her and she toyed with the drawstring of Draco's sweatpants.
“What?” She asked quietly when she felt their stares bore into her.
“I was just wondering…” Theo began and trailed a finger down her side. “What other intriguing Muggle toys are there that you’ve been keeping from us?”
Hermione rolled her eyes and hid her smile against Draco’s chest. His low rumbling chuckle shook through her until she finally peered up.
“Careful. I may take Ginny shopping with me and find something I can use on the both of you.”
Draco’s amusement faded and he raised a challenging brow. “Was that supposed to be a threat, Granger?”