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Looking at the clock on the wall, Hermione sighed.
She usually didn't mind working late; in fact, she did it all the time, but it was Christmas Eve. When she found out she was scheduled to stay late, she worked to rearrange her plans as best as possible.
Setting her quill down, she grabbed her wand and teacup and got up to refill her cup of tea. She still had about two hours to go before she could leave when the night shift came in, and she needed a refill to make it through.
Walking down the hall of the third floor of the ministry, Hermione stepped into the breakroom only to find it already occupied. She wasn’t surprised to see others there as she knew each area of the Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes had someone staying late to cover like Hermione.
Draco Malfoy and Theo Nott were sitting at one of the little tables. She could smell a pot of coffee brewing.
“Malfoy, Nott,” she greeted as she approached the sink to wash out her cup.
“Granger. How are you doing?”
Turning around and leaning against the counter, she levelled the blond with a knowing look. “You know exactly how I’m doing.”
“Bored out of your mind,” Theo offered.
She groaned, “Yes. It’s been quiet in the MLO since before noon.”
“Draco and I were just saying the same thing for our areas. It’s unusually quiet, but I’m really hoping it stays that way until the night shift gets here.”
“Agreed.” Hermione moved to prepare a cup of Earl Grey, knowing the drink would provide the caffeine boost she needed.
The drip-drip of the coffee pot slowed, and she heard the shifting of the chairs as both wizards stood.
Settling back against the counter, Hermione watched as they each prepared their drink.
Theo seemed to prefer a little coffee with his cream and sugar, but Draco’s cup remained black until he reached for the sugar.
Hermione giggled as he poured an ungodly amount of sugar into his cup. “Sweetening your black coffee won’t sweeten your black heart,” she teased.
He laughed, “Black heart, my arse.”
“Why would I want to look at your pasty arse?” Hermione asked as she raised an eyebrow.
“I’m pretty sure my wife would disagree with you as she rather likes my arse, thank you very much.” Picking up his coffee, Draco turned to Theo. “Come on, I’d rather take this to go.”
Hermione bit her lip to keep from laughing out loud at the act the blond was putting on, but the wink Theo sent her way had her resolve crumbling. She knew she’d pay for laughing later.
She had been in the DMAC for only a few months after spending the last two years in the DRCMC. The recent department change was why she was chosen to stay late tonight. Hermione had really hoped to make progress in her previous job, but the amount of red tape the Wizengamot and her boss had created made it impossible for her, or anyone else in their department, to do anything worthwhile. She wasn’t giving up by leaving, but spinning her wheels in a job that was going nowhere wasn’t how she wanted to spend her life.
Before she moved here, Hermione worked with Theo on multiple cases that required someone from the Accidental Magic Reversal Squad, and occasionally, she would work with Draco when the expertise of an Obliviator was needed. Now, she was part of the revamped Muggle Liaison Office that combined with the Office of Misinformation to better use their resources together rather than in separate departments.
Once she was finished preparing her tea, Hermione made her way back to her office. Leaving the door open, she sat at her desk and finally sipped her tea.
She closed her eyes as she sighed again, this time in contentment. There was nothing better than a good cuppa.
The scent of coffee hit her nose as the door to her office clicked.
Not opening her eyes, she murmured, “I was wondering if you’d be here when I got back.”
“Pasty arse? Really?”
Hermione’s eyes popped open, and she couldn't help but laugh after seeing the pout on the grown wizard’s face.
“In her defence, you do have a rather pale arse, no matter how nice it is.”
Draco stared at Theo, scandalised. “I guess I'll take my pasty arse rock-hard cock back to my office. You can keep your tree trunks here with Ms Wild Hair.”
Theo stepped in front of him. “I don't think so. That glorious cock of yours isn't going anywhere. And my legs aren't that big. You don't complain when I fuck our wife standing up, do you?”
“No,” Draco muttered.
“I know you love tangling your hands in my hair, and I get off on those little tugs you give my hair as you're coming,” Hermione told him before she moved to stand next to Theo. She smirked at the whimper Draco let out. “Since you're here and already hard, why have a good erection go to waste?”
Nose tilted up, Draco pouted, “You two just want me for my cock.”
“Yes,” Theo replied.
Hermione elbowed the brunet in the side. “That’s not the only reason, which you know very well. You're just so easy to rile up sometimes.”
She reached for Draco and pulled him close. He stood rigidly in her arms.
“Come now, love. As you said earlier, I am rather fond of your arse. I might have to nibble it tonight,” she murmured into his ear, loud enough for Theo to hear next to her.
Draco’s resolve crumbled when Theo carded a hand through his hair and added, “I'm taking you tonight as you fuck our wife.”
“Yes,” Draco moaned as he leaned into both of them.
Theo didn't take Draco often as the two men loved to have their witch between them, but when he did, Draco and Hermione knew they were in for a brilliant shag.
“Don’t start without me,” Hermione said as she allowed Theo to take Draco’s weight.
She made quick work of locking and silencing her office before she moved her teacup to the filing cabinet where Draco and Theo’s coffees were sitting. It didn't do any good to lose a perfectly good tea and cup to the floor when it got knocked off her desk.
When she turned back around to her husbands, they had removed their robes and were slowly kissing.
She paused before saying anything because she loved watching them like this. They were lost to the world around them as the fires burning within them consumed them both.
Placing her wand in the holder on her desk, Hermione released the clasp of her robes and tossed them over the back of her chair. Or at least in that general direction, as she only had eyes for her men.
Slipping the buttons of her blouse from their holes, Hermione sent that garment towards the same chair. Her bra and the rest of her clothes and shoes followed suit.
Once she was naked, she stepped behind Theo. She reached for his belt, but his hands on hers stopped her before she could get further than slipping the end of the strap out of the loop of his trousers.
Theo finally broke his kiss with Draco. He turned to face her. “I see you started without us.”
“Just like you two started without me,” she pointed out.
Theo playfully swatted her arse. “Remove Draco’s clothes.”
Doing as she was told, Hermione reached for Draco’s belt. She pulled the end, the expensive leather slipping easily through the loop. Her nails clicked against the metal buckle as she tugged the prong loose from the hole. Grasping the buckle, Hermione relished the sensual hiss the belt strap made as she pulled it from Drack’s trousers. She smirked at the clink the buckle made as it hit the floor.
Not being able to wait any longer, Hermione pulled Draco closer. She kissed him as her fingers made quick work of the buttons on his shirt.
Draco eagerly returned her kiss as he shrugged the open garment from his shoulders.
Hermione pulled his wand from its holster and cast a spell to loosen the laces of his boots before she placed it with hers. Trailing her hands down his torso, Hermione played with the hair below his belly button as she teased the waistband of his trousers.
“Hermione,” Theo warned as he pressed against her bare back. The fine quality of his robes slid easily against her soft skin.
She hummed into her kiss with Draco as she deftly undid the blond’s trousers. Pushing both the black material and his boxers over his hips, she released his lips as she knelt in front of Draco. Hermione helped him out of his boots, trousers, and boxers.
As she helped Draco out of his clothes, she could hear Theo removing his own to join them.
Looking up at Draco, warm brown met molten silver. She skimmed her hands back up his muscular legs before she wrapped one around his stiff erection. Draco slid his hand into her riotous curls as Hermione opened her mouth and let her pink tongue peek out to swipe over the engorged head of his cock.
Taking as much of him inside her, Hermione hummed around his cock before she slowly pulled back.
“No teasing, love,” Theo told her as he brushed his hand along her cheek and then the length of Draco’s cock.
Draco growled, “No teasing, my arse.”
“And what a lovely pale arse it is,” Theo murmured as he smacked one of Draco’s arsecheeks.
Hermione gagged around the blond’s cock as his hips jerked forward. She pulled away to take a few deep breaths.
“Sorry, love,” Theo said from over Draco’s shoulder.
She winked in response as she took Draco’s cock in her mouth again. Listening to the words spilling from Theo’s lips, Hermione set a slow but steady pace. It was enough to keep him on edge but not enough to send him tumbling over it. That's not what they wanted right now.
“You love having our wife suck you off, don't you?”
“Yes,” Draco groaned in response.
“Especially while I'm playing with your arse.”
Draco’s hips pulled back as he pushed against Theo’s finger; he placed his free hand on Hermione’s shoulder to steady himself.
“I can't wait to have my cock in your arse as you fuck our wife. What about you? Do you want to fuck our wife’s pretty pussy? Are you ready for me to prepare you for my cock?”
“Gods, yes.” Hands clenched in her hair and on her shoulder as Draco fought to keep control. Control Hermione knew he hadn't had since the moment she stepped foot in the break room.
She slid one of her hands between his legs to cup his bollocks. Providing him additional stimulation, but still not enough to get him off.
Draco grunted, and Hermione knew that Theo had breached the tight ring of muscle.
Hermione looked up at Draco to find his head thrown back, resting on Theo’s shoulder. She moaned and picked up her pace a bit at the sight. He was beautiful like this, lost in the feelings she and Theo were giving him.
She heard movement as Theo knelt behind Draco. She seized her opportunity and used her free hand to reach further between Draco’s legs and wrap it around Theo’s cock.
His words were muffled against Draco’s arse as he added his mouth to the mix to prepare the blond.
Draco whined low in his throat, and his hand on her shoulder became very heavy as his orgasm approached.
She could hear him whispering something, and it took her a few moments to realise what he was saying. “I'm close, so close. Please, please, please.”
Hermione didn't know if he was pleading with them to stop or keep going, but she knew this couldn't end with his seed down her throat.
She pulled back.
“No!” Draco exclaimed as he reached to pull her back to his cock.
“Not yet,” Theo said before his head appeared around Draco’s hip. He smiled at her. “Good girl.”
She preened.
“Are you ready, love?” The question was directed at Hermione. “I know Draco is more than ready.”
“Merlin, yes.”
“On your desk.”
Hermione scrambled to do as he asked as Theo stood up, and Draco tried to collect himself.
She hopped onto her desk and laid back on the top, scattering a few pieces of parchment and a couple of quills. Usually, she would be worried, but right now, she didn't care. She only had eyes for the wizards watching her. Raising her arms over her head, Hermione arched her back as she stretched, putting her body on display for her husbands.
Placing his hands on her knees, Draco slowly moved his hands closer to her centre. He rubbed circles against the sensitive skin of her inner thighs before he slid two fingers inside of her. She was so wet and ready that it didn't take him long to know she was more than ready for him.
“Please, Draco. I'm more than ready for you,” she told him.
Draco hesitated for only a moment as he waited for Theo’s permission.
“Now,” was all he said.
Grasping his cock, Draco notched the tip against her before he slowly pushed in. As he bottomed out, he held still.
Hermione whined as she wrapped her legs around his waist.
“Not now, love,” Theo said from behind Draco as he tapped a finger against her leg. “I need you to unwrap your legs.”
Doing as he asked, Hermione allowed her legs to fall from Draco’s waist. She braced her heels against the top of her desk to provide her some leverage.
Draco’s hips bucked as the head of Theo’s cock breached the tight ring of muscle.
Hermione’s head dropped back against her desk as she tightened her inner muscles around Draco’s cock.
“I’m not going to last long if you keep doing that,” Draco ground out.
“You never do when we do this,” Hermione pointed out.
“None of us do,” Theo added. “Are you both ready?”
Draco nodded as Hermione sighed, “Yes.”
Hermione knew the moment Theo started moving as Draco’s cock started sliding out of her. While it felt amazing as Draco filled her again, she knew the slow movements wouldn't be enough to get her off yet, but it would definitely keep her on edge.
Theo began a steady pace, and Hermione found her own rhythm as her thrusts met Draco’s hips.
Draco collapsed to his elbows, she thought from pleasure, but when he took one of her nipples into his mouth, she knew otherwise. The change in height also changed the angle of his thrusts.
“Yes, just like that,” she breathed. She cupped a hand behind Draco’s head, holding him against her breast. Her other hand found its way to Theo’s forearm, completing the circuit between the three of them.
Hermione could feel Theo’s other hand as it tried to slip between her and Draco. There wasn't enough space until Draco shifted again, although he refused to release Hermione’s nipple.
Once he had enough space, Theo’s fingers quickly found her clit. He rolled the little bundle of nerves between his thumb and forefinger.
Her brain short-circuited as every additional layer that was added to the sensations she was already feeling had Hermione quickly spiralling towards her peak. It was much faster than usual, but maybe the thrill of fucking her husbands in her office had something to do with it.
A small scratch of a nail against her clit had Hermione’s muscles tensing. It was as if her body froze just on the tip of the precipice before she tumbled over the edge. Her climax had her seeing stars as she pulled Draco into his orgasm.
Floating down from her high, Hermione heard the deep whine that was torn from Theo’s throat as Draco’s orgasm pulled him into the blissful abyss with them.
She relaxed back onto her desktop as she waited for her husbands to collect themselves. Draco’s warm breath ghosted her overheated skin, and she was nearly tempted to nudge him off of her, but she changed her mind when he said her four favourite words, “I love you both.”
“I love you both too,” Hermione replied as she carded a hand through his sweaty blond hair.
Theo pushed off her desk as he shifted his weight off of Draco. “I guess I love you both,” he teased.
“Fuck you,” Draco grumbled as he also moved to stand up.
Hermione laughed, “No, the other way around, love. Theo fucked you tonight.”
Draco’s words were cut off as a loud vibration rattled her desk.
“Shit,” Hermione hissed as she rolled onto her side and plucked her wand from the holder. Flicking it for information, she realised the vibrations hadn’t stopped.
“Looks like it’s all three of us,” Draco said as he read the report from his wand.
“Are you kidding me?” Theo exclaimed as he tugged his clothes back on. “What idiot thought it would be a great idea to release a cast of fire crabs in Muggle Edinburgh? Their shells have been charmed to attack Muggles more so than usual.”
“Most likely a group of kids,” Hermione replied as she scrambled back into her clothes after casting a cleaning spell over all three of them. “This was exhilarating, but we probably shouldn’t do it again when we’re the only ones on call.”
“Our bosses shouldn’t schedule all three of us to be on call at the same time,” Draco countered. He cast an air-freshening charm before lacing his dragonhide boots.
“Point. We’ll worry about that later, come on.”
Dropping her earlier spells, Hermione led the way out of her office.
No one ever found out about their evening romp in her office, and Hermione planned to keep it that way. She also hoped Draco had forgotten about her laughing in the breakroom, but that wasn't to be.
Waking the following day, she found that Draco had her tied to their bed as he slowly brought her to the edge before backing off. When Theo arrived with their breakfast, her wizards sat on either side of her prone form as they fed themselves and her, Draco occasionally bringing her to the edge again. It wasn't until after they finished eating that Draco released her from her bonds and took her fast and furious.