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“How can you stand that arrogant git?” Harry seethed, pacing a hole in her office rug as he dragged a frustrated hand through his already wild hair. “He’s just… he’s so— he’s the absolute worst!”
Hermione watched him quietly from her desk chair, chin propped on her hand. He was practically vibrating with tension.
With a sigh, she stood and crossed the room to him, wrapping her arms around his waist and resting her head on his chest. His arms came around her instantly, holding her close.
“I should think you’d know how to handle him by now,” she teased, her voice warm and gentle.
Harry swore, pulling back just enough to glare down at her. “He just gets me so worked up.”
“I know,” she agreed, biting back a smile. “He does it on purpose.”
She grabbed her mobile, sent off a quick text, then laced her fingers through Harry’s. “It’s practically the end of the day. Let’s go home.”
Hand in hand, they made their way to the Atrium to floo home.
When they stepped out of the fireplace, Draco was there, pacing around the sitting room, waiting for them.
“That was fast,” Hermione said by way of greeting, smiling as she stepped up to him for a kiss. What was meant to be chaste on her part quickly turned into something quite different when he gripped her arse and pulled her against him.
Oh, so he was just as wound up as Harry. Lovely.
She pulled back, laughing softly, with a quick parting peck to his lips, and crooked a finger at Harry.
“Come here,” she ordered.
Harry obeyed, coming to stand next to her, placing a protective hand on the lowest part of her back.
She could feel the tension radiating off both men as they glared at each other.
“Enough of this,” she scolded, narrowing her eyes as she looked from one to the other. “What happened today?”
“Potter here,” Draco accused, “was talking down to me at work.”
Hermione sighed. This again.
She lay a hand on Draco’s cheek before Harry could fire back. “Draco, Harry is your boss. He’s the Head Auror.”
Draco scoffed. “We’re partners. He can’t just decide what cases I can and can’t take.”
“Harry?” Hermione prompted, turning to him. Harry exhaled hard, rubbing the back of his neck.
“I was trying to protect him. Rodolphus Lestrange was one of the prisoners who escaped Azkaban.” Harry let out an exasperated exhale.
“He was killed by the guards, and now we have to investigate the breakout—and the Aurors who took him down. It’s pretty clear what happened, but I don’t think Malfoy should be involved. Rodolphus was his uncle.”
Draco rolled his eyes. “We hardly had a warm and fuzzy relationship.” His voice dripped with sarcasm, but his posture was stiff. “I can handle it.”
Harry’s jaw clenched, and he stepped closer to Draco, his voice raising. “But it’s a conflict of interest. What if—”
“Stop.” Hermione placed a hand on each of their chests, pushing them apart before they were nose to nose, snarling at each other. “It sounds like you’re both protecting each other and you’re both underestimating each other.”
She was thoughtful. “Draco doesn’t like when you doubt him. And Harry, you don’t like the—”
Draco cut her off. “I know just as much about Dark wizards—more, actually—as he does. And he refused to let me on the case.” He swallowed and looked down, but allowed Hermione to take his hand in hers, and he grounded himself by wrapping his fingers around hers.
“I really want…I need to be on this one.”
Harry sighed, the fight draining from him. His voice was quieter when he spoke this time.
“I—I’m sorry. I just don’t want you to have to see it. The reports, the photographs of Rodolphus lying there. I didn’t want you to…”
“But I can handle it,” Draco said quietly. “You think I don’t notice the way people look at me? Like they’re just waiting for me to prove them right? They think I’m going to fuck this up. That I don’t deserve this.” He let out a sharp breath, raking a hand through his hair. “And maybe I don’t. But I’m trying to. I need to do this.”
Hermione’s heart hurt, her fingers squeezing his tighter. She ached to tell him he did deserve this—them—but she knew better. This was something he had to work through on his own.
“Draco, you don’t have to keep hurting yourself to prove anything. We love you.” Harry’s voice broke a little. “And I’ve lost too many people already. I’m not about to lose you too.”
Draco’s expression flickered. Then, without another word, he closed the space between them, put his hand on the back of Harry’s neck and kissed him, hard.
Hermione smiled as Harry melted into it, his hands tangling in Draco’s hair, both lost to each other’s mouths.
She turned to sneak away, giving them space to kiss and make up, but Draco’s hand snagged the back of her dress.
“And just where do you think you’re going?” His voice was low, and dark and the timbre of it made her cunt clench.
She turned, startled. “I thought you two might need some—”
“You.” Draco’s fingers curled into the fabric of her dress, pulling her closer, holding her against his body. She could feel him hot, hard, and throbbing against her belly. “We always need you. Isn’t that right, Potter?”
Harry’s arms were around her in an instant, hands gliding up to her breasts, thumbs swiping over her sensitive nipples. Then his lips were on her neck, hot and insistent. He cupped her cheek, turning her to face him.
“Always,” he murmured. “Never ever doubt it.”
Hermione shivered.
“In that case,” she managed to say, rather breathlessly, “we should probably take this to the bedroom.”
***
They were frantic as they made their way to the bedroom, a day's worth of tension built up, their hands pulling and tearing at clothing. Hermione reached behind her for the zipper of her dress, but a larger hand stopped her.
“Let me,” Harry murmured, turning her so her back pressed against his chest. He swept her hair over one shoulder, lips trailing a slow path down her neck as he unzipped the navy-blue fabric inch by inch.
Her chest met Draco’s, and he wasted no time in capturing her lips in a hungry kiss. She worked his robes down his arms, then set to unbuttoning his shirt, tracing the pale expanse of his chest as it was revealed.
When his shirt fell open, she pressed soft kisses over every scar, then flicked her tongue over one of his nipples.
“Fuck, Granger,” he shuddered. “I don’t think I can take much teasing.” His abs flexed under her hand. “I’ve been hard for hours.”
“Don’t tease,” Harry breathed into her ear, one hand already sliding down her stomach. “Or we’ll both make you pay for it.”
“Besides, he’s not the only one who’s been hard all day,” Harry grumbled behind her, stepping back just enough to watch her dress pool at her feet. His hands were quick to unclasp her bra, baring her breasts to them. She slid it down her arms and dropped it on the ground, leaving her standing in nothing but green silk knickers.
Draco hummed approvingly, fingers trailing up her waist to cup her breasts. “Emerald green today, hm?” he observed, brushing his thumbs over her nipples before leaning in to mouth along her neck.
She heard Harry grumble at the reveal of her green undergarments, a tiny, lingering echo of their school-day rivalry, and bit back a grin.
There were times she teased them at work, promising that whoever correctly guessed the color of her knickers would be the one to strip her down and fuck her, while the other could only watch and whimper.
But this wasn’t one of those times. There was already enough tension between her boys at the moment.
Hermione’s head tilted back against Harry’s shoulder, and his hands came around her waist, hooking his thumbs in her knickers, then slipping his hand inside the silk. She gasped as his thumb brushed her clit, and the muscles of her cunt clenched with the need to be filled.
She was caught between them, both men painfully hard, cocks pressing against her from both sides.
A wonderful problem to have, she smirked to herself.
Reaching between them, she undid Draco’s belt with deft fingers before shoving his trousers down just enough for his erection to spring free into her hand. She ached to drop to her knees, to take him into her mouth and make him come undone, but—
“I need it,” Harry mumbled, his tone tinged with desperation. “Need him in my mouth.”
Hermione released Draco, stepping aside as Harry lowered himself to his knees. She moved behind Draco instead, wrapping her arms around him, resting her cheek against the hard plane of his back as her hand circled him again, giving him a long, slow stroke.
She held his cock, while Harry kneaded Draco’s arse. He kissed the tip of his length, then licked a filthy stripe up the underside, tongue passing over her fingers, hungry and greedy, the way they liked him best.
“Fuck,” Draco groaned and swore, hand yanking at Harry’s hair as Hermione guided him into Harry’s mouth, gently tapping his cock against the other man’s tongue. Harry wrapped his lips around his tip and then bobbed his head to take him deeper.
Hermione slid her hands up Draco’s stomach, teasing his nipples just as Harry hollowed his cheeks and moaned around his length. The vibration made Draco’s hips jerk forward, and soon he was thrusting into Harry’s mouth in earnest, a hand on the back of his head, not quite holding him, but just enough to make Harry gag.
“If you don’t stop, I’m going to—” Draco’s words choked off as Harry doubled down, his moans vibrating low in his throat. Hermione tightened her hold as Draco tensed, his entire body coiling with his imminent release.
“Oh fuck, I’m—” His rasp turned in a long, low groan as he came down Harry’s throat, abs flexing from the intensity of it. Harry swallowed every drop, then rose with a smug grin as he wiped the back of his hand along his mouth.
Hermione dropped down between them, unfastening Harry’s trousers and pushing them down in one smooth motion. His cock was thick and heavy in her palm, twitching as streaks of precum leaked out his slit. She ran her tongue along the tip, humming at the salty, familiar taste of him.
She could feel them both watching her with dark eyes, and murmured encouragements, as she worked him with her hands and mouth. Draco’s cock, flushed and slick from saliva and his spend, hung still half-hard between his legs, and his hand gently gathered her hair, holding it in a ponytail so they could see her better.
“Fuck, she’s so good. You’re both so fucking good,” Harry panted. “I’m going to lose my mind.”
Hermione smirked around her mouthful of cock, and pulled back, pressing a parting kiss to his weeping tip. She rose, wrapping her hands around both of them, and pressed their erections together, giving them a few gentle strokes.
The slick sound of their combined arousal was positively obscene. Her cunt throbbed with needy anticipation.
Then she looked at Draco and smiled sweetly. “Go lie on the bed.”
Draco obeyed without hesitation, stretching out on his stomach and rolling his hips into the mattress as he looked back over his shoulder at them.
Hermione turned to Harry, threading her fingers through his wild hair, and pulling his face down to kiss him. “Look how pretty he is,” she cooed. “Do you want to fuck him, love?”
“Yes,” Harry rasped, gripping himself in anticipation. “Fucking need it. Need to be inside him.”
“Draco, do you want Harry to fuck you?”
“Fuck, yes,” Draco groaned, rutting against the silk duvet. “All fucking day, I thought about it.”
Hermione gave Harry a gentle push toward the bed. “Go on,” she encouraged. “Give him what you both need.”
Harry climbed onto the bed, kneeling behind Draco. He ran a hand over the curve of his arse before parting his cheeks. Stroking himself, he tapped the head of his prick against Draco’s tight hole, muttered a lubrication charm, and worked two fingers inside him.
Draco almost sobbed with relief at being stretched.
“You want my cock inside you, Malfoy?” Harry purred.
“Come on, Potter," Draco whined through clenched teeth. “Just fuck me already.”
He pouted a little when Harry chuckled, then gasped as Harry pulled his fingers out.
“Lay on your back,” he said, guiding Draco down. He lay back, lifting his knees to make room for Harry to kneel between his thighs.
Hermione moved to the side of the bed, positioning herself to see both their faces as Harry guided his cock inside Draco, inch by inch.
“Fuck,” both men hissed in unison as Harry bottomed out, gripping Draco’s hips and pulling him flush against him, so his arse rested in Harry’s lap.
Hermione shivered, sliding a hand into her knickers, fingers gliding easily over her sensitive, slick folds as she watched her lovers taking what they needed from each other.
“Thought about this all day,” Harry growled, driving in deep.
The heat in Harry’s eyes made Hermione’s clit throb. He glanced down at her hand moving between her thighs and smirked, slowing his thrusting, a smooth, slick glide in and out of Draco’s needy hole, a sight that made her whimper.
“Come sit on Draco’s face,” Harry urged. “He’s going to lick your cunt until you come all over him, aren’t you, baby?”
Draco moaned beneath him, his hand gripping his leaking cock. “Fuck, yes—get that sweet pussy over here, Granger.”
Hermione slid her ruined knickers down and crawled onto the bed, straddling Draco’s face. He pulled her to him greedily, then dragged his tongue from her clit to her pucker in one long, firm stroke.
“Mmm, so wet and sweet for us,” he murmured hoarsely before he slid his tongue through her sensitive folds, swirling and flicking and lapping at her slick, swollen heat.
Hermione cried out, clutching at the headboard as her thighs shook, pleasure and heat coiled deep inside her. She could feel Draco moaning into her cunt as Harry pounded into him from behind, the entire bed rocking beneath them.
Then Harry slowed, his voice a rasp. “Where do you want to come, love? On his mouth or his cock?”
“Cock. Oh, gods. I need his cock,” she whimpered, squirming all over Draco’s face.
“Yes,” Draco hissed. “Sit on my cock. Let me feel that tight little pussy coming on me.”
Hermione wasted no time moving forward and, sliding her dripping cunt down his chest and belly, to his hips, moaning with relief as she sank down onto him in one slow, slick motion.
She was facing Harry, who fisted her hair into a ponytail, then brought her lips to his for a filthy kiss.
Draco swore when Harry pulled out of him, and his hands flew to her hips, holding her tight, sliding her off and on him.
It was Harry’s turn to watch, and he bit his lip, fist working his cock, his eyes locked on the obscenely wet glide of Draco’s length dragging out of her, her pussy clinging to him before he slid back in with a slick, squelch.
“Fuck,” Harry rasped. “You love being split open on his cock, don’t you, baby? So greedy for it. So tight, I can see the stretch every time he pulls out.”
“Yes, gods, Harry. He feels so fucking good. I—I can’t—“ Her words cut off as she choked on a moan.
Harry hummed. “You want me to fill your mouth while he fucks you? Or maybe you want me to bend you over and fuck my cum into you while his is still dripping out?”
Hermione cried out, her whole body shuddering at his words. Draco groaned beneath her, thrusting up harder.
“Salazar’s fuck, Potter,” he hissed. “Who knew you had such a filthy mouth. Keep talking. She’s so fucking close.”
“Does that feel good, baby?” Harry murmured to Hermione. “His big, hard cock sliding in and out of your sweet pussy?”
“Yes, gods, yes,” she gasped, digging her nails into his shoulders.
After only a few thrusts, she squeaked when Draco gripped her hips and flipped them, his cock still snug deep inside her cunt, the new angle dragging perfectly against her inner walls.
“Harry,” she gasped, spreading her legs wide to make space for him behind Draco. “Come here, please.”
“Please,” Draco whined, pushing Hermione’s knees up to her chest, cock throbbing inside her. He braced himself above her, waiting. “Fuck me. Fill me up while I fill our girl.”
Harry moved in close, groaning as he guided his cock into Draco in one smooth thrust. Draco grunted, his hips pressing harder against Hermione as Harry filled him.
Hermione whimpered. She was so fucking close.
“Fucking love you both so much,” Harry groaned. Hermione knew he was desperate to come—they all were.
Her head fell back and she dug her nails in Draco’s shoulders, panting as she encouraged him deeper, each stroke coiling pleasure and heat, cunt clenching tighter and tighter until she felt she might actually shatter.
“Fuck,” Draco hissed. “The way you squeeze me. You’re going to fucking milk me dry.”
“You like that, baby?” Harry rasped. “Your sweet pussy stuffed full of him while I fuck his perfect needy hole. Bet you wish you had my cock in your arse too.”
“Oh,” Hermione gasped, her muscles beginning to tremble as Harry bit down on Draco’s shoulder, laving it with his tongue when Draco hissed.
“You probably don't even know who you’re clenching around anymore," he gritted out.
“Or maybe,” Harry continued, almost undone. “You wish you had your own cock strapped on, fucking one of us into the mattress until we all three came all over the place.”
“I want that,” Hermione gasped. “I want everything. I want both of you to come inside til we’re all dripping with it.”
Her thighs trembled, and her entire body tightened as her orgasm continued to build.
“Oh shit, watching him fill you up is going to make me lose it,” Harry gritted out, fucking them harder.
When Draco leaned down to nip and suck at her breasts, Hermione lost it.
She broke with a hoarse, helpless cry, cunt squeezing around Draco’s cock, milking his release from him as he groaned.
“Fuck—fuck, I’m coming,” Draco choked out, jerking inside her, his hips stuttering as warm spurts painted her insides. “Gods, I love this perfect little cunt—take it—take all of it—fuck.”
Her cunt spasmed. Wet squelching filled the room with every thrust as Draco emptied himself inside her. Cum drooled out around the base of his cock but he fucked it back in, determined to keep her full.
Harry growled as Draco clenched around him. “Squeezing me so fucking hard, baby. Fuck, you’re so fucking tight,” he groaned. “Gonna fill you up. Gonna pump you full ‘til it’s leaking down your thighs like hers.”
His hips snapped forward one last time and then he let go with a deep, guttural groan, spilling inside Draco in thick, hot pulses.
They all collapsed in a tangle of limbs, breathless, relaxed, and spent.
Harry lazily dragged his fingers through Draco’s spent hole, gathering some of the mess already leaking out and pressing it back inside him.
“My perfect loves,” he chuckled. “Both of you bred so nicely, just dripping with it.”
After a few moments, Draco yawned and stretched, wrapping an arm around each of them, pulling them close. Hermione squirmed a bit as some of his cum spilled out onto the sheets beneath her.
Briefly, she thought of casting a cleansing spell on herself and Draco, but changed her mind. She loved being marked by him—by them.
“So it’s settled then,” Draco muttered after a few drowsy, quiet moments, Hermione on the verge of falling asleep in their arms. “You can boss me around in bed, Potter, but not at work. It’s demeaning.”
Harry snorted. “And you can be a git at home, but not at work. It’s unprofessional.”
“So let me get this straight,” Draco drawled. “Investigating my dead uncle is a conflict of interest, but letting the Head Auror fuck me into the mattress nightly isn’t?”
“We’re married, Draco,” Harry reminded him with an exasperated sort of fondness. “We signed the paperwork and everything.”
There was a flutter in Hermione’s stomach like kneazle kittens prancing about, as she thought of the secret she hadn’t shared with either of them yet.
They would both likely be terrified and thrilled. She knew without a doubt that both would be incredible, protective fathers.
Hermione opened her mouth, almost let the words slip out, but she stopped herself. Not yet.
She’d tell them tomorrow.
On Harry’s birthday.