dysonrules | Threesome time!!! 2 of 2 (Reply)

Here's the rest of that post... oh yeah, and the disclaimer for the whole thing, I guess, lol!

JKR owns all things Harry Potter and she would be utterly mortified at what I've done to them in this fic, but oh was it ever worth it, and I promise not to make a red cent from their exploitation.

DRACO

The game was starting to be less than amusing. Draco had not expected the Gryffindors to turn on each other like rabid dogs. And Granger! The ruthless, evil, horrid, awful creature and her wily ways! Forcing him to kiss Potter, of all things! Draco would not think about kissing Potter. At all. Ever. Again. The damned Gryffindor and his lousy kissing… It had been simply (tantalizing, incredible, astounding) revolting, horrible and disturbing! And he would not think about it. At all. Ever. Again.

Potter made that decision a bit easier with his next words.

“You guessed it, Malfoy. Time to kiss Hermione.”

Draco actually gaped, although he should have seen it coming, the way the two of them were using him as their pawn in some demented Gryffindor game of petty vengeance. And how had the Mudblood minx managed to retain her shirt when both he and Potter were starkers? Draco had been the one cheating! Perhaps all the Gryffindors drank Felix Felicis in the morning with their tea. It would explain many things.

“Quit stalling, Malfoy, and get on with it.”

Draco glared at Potter. He quite preferred the brat silent, with his eyes slightly unfocused and his lips half-parted and wet from—don’t think about it, don’t think about it, don’t think about it.

“Fine,” Draco snapped. “I can kiss a Mu… uh… uggle-born. The Malfoys are made of stern stuff, you know. Proud heritage, Malfoys. Long lineage.”

“Staaaaaalling,” Potter sang. Draco really hated him. Hermione was smirking at him. He hated her, too. They were both evil, to twist his lovely game into this travesty. Before Potter could taunt him again, Draco leaned across the table and planted his lips on Granger’s. He planned to make it quick, but the unholy vixen clamped grabbed his head and tried to devour him. Bloody hell, he had been joking, but apparently Granger was not exactly Miss Innocent. She knew what she was doing!

Draco relaxed and gave in to Hermione as she lapped at the sensitive places in his mouth and sucked at his lips. It was actually quite pleasant, not like kissing Potter, which had been (tantalizing, incredible, astounding) horrifying beyond reason.

“Do you two plan to finish sometime today?” Potter asked dryly.

When Granger pulled back, she was panting like the Hogwarts Express and Draco was glad to note he hadn’t lost any of his superior snogging ability. It even worked on Mu… uh… uggleborns.

“Jealous, Potter?” Draco asked seductively. Potter snorted.

“You wish.”

It took all of Draco’s considerable cheating skills to maneuver the deck without Hermione catching him. By her flushed glare, she intended him to keep things “fair” from now on, but Draco had no intention of losing. Even so, Potter dodged the next bullet aimed at him and Granger was left with no option but to part with her last remaining item of clothing.

Her fingers shook as she unbuttoned her shirt.

“When… when does this game end?” she asked.

“When one of us quits,” Draco said in an amused tone. Both Gryffindors set their jaws stubbornly. Draco suppressed a smile. So easy. Hermione yanked her shirt off with determination. Draco smirked.

“Not bad, Granger,” he said grudgingly after viewing her unwilling display. She flushed scarlet. She shifted her gaze to Potter, who was once again examining the ceiling, the coward.

HERMIOINE

She wished to hell she wasn’t getting turned on watching Draco’s eyes slide over her, but damn it, he was just… so hot. Hermione was bloody glad she had a great body. Her constant running up and down the stairs, chasing after Harry and Ron kept her in shape. Yes, she spent a lot of time in the library, but carrying fifty pounds of books up and down staircases on the way to and from said library was not exactly a light workout.

She wondered if Harry had even noticed, and glanced at him, to find him fixedly staring into space. Trying to be noble, no doubt. The coward.

“You two seem a bit nervous,” Malfoy commented and Hermione stopped glaring at Harry long enough to look back at the Slytherin. “Maybe we should stop playing.”

“You’re quitting?” Harry blurted, but Hermione saw the half-smirk ghosting about Malfoy’s lips and knew he wasn’t finished yet, not by a long shot. Her eyes narrowed. Malfoy laughed.

“Of course not, Potter. You’re practically at my mercy. How could I possibly quit now?”

“What do you propose?” Hermione asked dryly.

“A simple solution, with simple stakes. Each of us is dealt a single card. We turn the cards over; the high card wins.”

Hermione was afraid to hear the stakes.

“Wins what?” Harry asked.

“The losers become the winner’s slaves for a week,” Malfoy said smugly, sounding as if he’d already won. Probably because he knew he would, due to his tricky bottom-dealing. Hermione had no intention of letting him get away with that. However, the thought of having Malfoy and Harry—and mostly Malfoy, of course, as her slave… well, it was beyond enticing. She would finally have revenge on the Slytherin nightmare for six years of treating her like less than dirt. She smiled.

HARRY

“Slaves? No fucking way.”

“Already expecting to lose, Potter?”

Harry scowled. “No, but if I do, I can just see you forcing Hermione and me to do every sort of horrid thing imaginable. You’re already power mad, and you hate us. I won’t let you control us into having detention for the next six months, or losing hundreds of house points, or getting expelled.”

Malfoy sighed. “You wound me, Potter. I meant sex slaves, of course.”

“What?” Hermione choked. Harry looked at her and immediately looked away with a blush. He’d forgotten she was unclothed. When the hell had she turned into a girl? A shapely girl? How could Harry not have noticed those, for fuck’s sake?

“Oh come now, Granger. I doubt you’re as innocent as all that. And if you are, then it’s about time to dispense with that pesky virtue.” Malfoy eyes flicked to Harry, who, irritatingly, found himself blushing again. “Of course, we’ll both have to take it easy on Potter…”

Harry glared, and restrained himself from leaping across the table and strangling the Slytherin. Mostly because they were both naked and it would mean rolling around on the floor with Malfoy… He coughed and forced his mind back on track. “What sort of sex slaves? You can’t force us to have sex with… Neville, or Pansy Parkinson, or something.”

Malfoy made a face. “And run the risk of having you make me shag Millicent Bulstrode? Don’t be daft, Potter. I could lose, you know.”

Harry blinked in surprise. It had not occurred to Harry that he might win. He would release Hermione at once, of course. The thought of having sex with her was just… too weird. But having Malfoy at his mercy… The idea was far more tantalizing than it should have been. What would he do with the Slytherin? Well, certainly more kissing, to start with… Harry wrenched his mind away from that thought, and wiped his palms on his thighs.

Malfoy went on. “It will be just between the three of us, of course. And it will have to stay private. God knows my reputation would be tripe if anyone knew I were dallying with Mu… uh… uggle-borns and half-bloods, even if one of them is the Chosen One. My father would have a stroke if it got back to him.”

“Completely private? No public displays of… anything?”

“Of course not, Potter. But in private… anything goes,” Malfoy said suggestively and Harry swallowed hard, looking at those gorgeous lips and imagining them sliding over… oh god.

“I’m in,” he said hoarsely.

DRACO

Draco concealed his smirk of triumph. Potter was just too easy. It was odd, but he’d never noticed how every single emotion could be clearly read on the Gryffindor’s face. Draco was most familiar with the anger, of course, since that had been directed at him from nearly the first moment they had met. The embarrassment was not completely new. Draco had spent enough time trying to humiliate the Gryffindor that he had actually succeeded once or twice. But the hint of excitement… that was interesting. Draco suddenly wondered what Potter’s face would look like in the throes of lust. Would the brilliant green eyes darken with passion? Would he moan quietly, or shout in reckless abandon?

Draco realized with a start that he’d been staring at Potter for an uncomfortably long time, and suddenly hoped he wasn’t drooling. He dragged his eyes away from Potter’s confused gaze, and looked at Hermione, who was giving him a speculative look. Bloody hell, if she won, Draco could see an endless week of torment coming. She would likely have Draco pounding her into every wall at Hogwarts. The quiet, bookish ones always liked it rough and kinky. Not that Draco had a problem with that. However, it was Granger. And Draco had no intention of losing. Unfortunately, Granger knew that.

“I’m in on one condition,” she said. “I deal.”

Draco glared at her, even though he had expected her reaction. She would be suspicious if he gave over too easily. After a tense moment of silence, he slid the cards over to her roughly. She picked them up in her hands, and split the deck in half before riffling her thumbs over them.

“What are you doing?” Draco yelped, horrified at her manhandling of his precious cards. Hermione scowled.

“I don’t know how to shuffle with magic,” she explained. “I’m not a compulsive gambler, like some people. This is how Muggles shuffle cards.”

Draco mentally placed an order for a new deck as Granger practically bent the cards in half forcing them to intertwine. He cringed. At last she was finished and sent a card sailing toward Draco, and one to Potter, and finally placed one before her. She set the deck at the edge of the table. Out of Draco’s reach. Her eyes met his smugly.

They picked up their cards. Fuck. A two of Wands. Draco had been hoping for a speck of luck, for once, but apparently that had gone to Potter, as usual, judging from the telltale glint in the Gryffindor’s bloody beautiful eyes.

“Ready?” Draco asked. “You first, Potter, since you look the most pleased with yourself.”

“No!” Hermione said. Draco could have throttled her. “All at once.”

Draco hoped Potter didn’t have the highest card in the deck, but Draco would just have to gamble. After all, that was the way of cards. Three cards were turned over, and placed in the center of the table. Hermione had a ten of Serpents—a decent card. Potter had a high card—a very high card—the Lover (and how prophetic was that?)—but it was beaten, and only just, by Draco’s new card—the Star. He smiled.

It was difficult to cast a Glamour without words or wand, but Draco only needed to hold it a moment—long enough for both Potter and Granger to acknowledge his win. He had chosen the Star because it was not the highest card in the deck, but high enough to beat nearly everything else… and had a simple design. Potter’s expression was worth every Galleon in the Malfoy vault. Draco swept the cards from the table and added them to the deck before getting up to tuck them into his robes, heedless of his nudity.

Once he had secured the deck, he threw himself on the pillows near the window and gestured to his new toys.

“Come, my Gryffindors. It’s time to pleasure your new master.”

HERMIONE

She goggled at Draco, lounging in splendid nakedness on the cushions. How had he done it? The Slytherin bastard seemed far too smug and unsurprised by his win. Draco had to have cheated! But how?

“I think I’ll just go and turn myself over to Voldemort,” Harry muttered and Hermione looked at him in concern. Both hands were alternately massaging his temples and yanking at huge fistfuls of his black hair.

“Sorry Potter. We’re locked in here, remember? You’re stuck with me,” Malfoy said. “Now come here. You too, Granger. You lost fair and square.”

Fair and square, ha! Hermione thought, but she couldn’t prove it, so she sighed.

“Come on, Harry. At least we’re going to the gallows together.”

She stood up and walked to stand near Malfoy, blushing again when he looked her up and down once more.

“Granger, let’s see if you can put your mouth to better use than regaling the world with your never-ending factual knowledge,” Malfoy said and gestured downward. She blushed deeply, but looked at him clinically, and grudgingly acknowledged that he really was quite beautiful. He sported a partial erection, jutting from a tangle of blond curls that Hermione suddenly wanted to put her hands into. She went forward and knelt between Malfoy’s knees, and placed her hands on his thighs. Surprisingly, he didn’t flinch at her touch. She slid her hands upward and pushed them into the curls—soft, as expected—and brushed her fingertips over his cock. It twitched, and she suppressed a smile. Malfoy had to be nervous about her touching him. She could seriously hurt him, if she chose.

She heard Harry beside her, and dared not look at him. Hermione was far more fearful of Malfoy’s revenge against Harry than about anything he could do to her.

“Come here, Potter. We’ll start with more kissing, since you don’t seem to be in the mood. I’ll fix that.”

Harry sighed heavily and dropped to his knees on the pillows before moving forward to hover over Malfoy, who wrapped a pale hand in the black hair and dragged him down for a kiss. Hermione watched for a moment, thinking it was incredibly sexy to see them do that—and then she slid her tongue up the length of Draco’s shaft, which hardened under her fingers. She took the whole thing in her mouth and sucked hard on the velvet softness.

She suppressed a sudden giggle. If someone had told her that morning that she would be giving Draco Malfoy a blowjob while he kissed Harry Potter, she would have thought them completely mad. Hermione pushed the thought away and concentrated on the task at hand. She would show the bastard what a Mudblood could do. But first… She paused long enough to Summon her wand, and then she conjured a miniature snow storm over them. Blessed cool air wafted over them.

HARRY

Harry was rather surprised at Malfoy’s command. “More kissing” was not what he’d expected. He had figured Malfoy would go straight for the jugular of abject humiliation. Harry tried to ignore what Hermione was doing, thinking he would never be able to scour his brain quite enough to remove that image, and they could never give Ron even the slightest inkling… Malfoy gestured imperiously, and Harry swallowed, sighed, and dropped to his knees. He leaned over Malfoy to offer his lips for another kiss. He felt a rough hand in his hair, and then that beautiful mouth took his once more.

Harry had hoped the first kiss had been a fluke, but apparently not, for everything melted away again and there was only the feel of Malfoy’s mouth on his and the hand in his hair.

And then there was something else, as Malfoy’s other hand fastened around something no one but Harry had ever touched—not since infancy, at any rate—and it was startling and terrifying and—bloody hell, it was incredible. Malfoy stroked, and Harry’s cock swelled under the delightful sensation while he tried hard—oh so hard—to forget who was touching him.

DRACO

Draco’s mouth left Potter’s for a moment so that he could look at the Gryffindor. He took his hand out of Potter’s hair and pulled off the annoying glasses. Fuck, that was hot. Potter’s green eyes were slightly unfocused, and he panted softly in time to Draco’s strokes. Potter’s hands were hot against Draco’s chest, caressing lightly—Draco bet Potter didn’t realize he was doing that—and a barely audible moan sounded in his throat. Tiny snowflakes landed on Potter’s dark hair before melting away.

Draco wondered why Granger hadn’t conjured the damned snow to begin with, rather than playing his card game. Not that he was complaining. She was currently—

“Fuck, Granger, you’re good at that,” Draco said suddenly, arching his back and shifting slightly to give her better access. “Been practicing on Potter?”

He felt teeth bite sharply into his cock, and realized he should probably not irritate Granger at that particular moment. Potter’s eyes sharpened into focus at the comment and Draco muttered, “Never mind,” before taking Potter’s lips again. He was enormously satisfied when the Gryffindor sighed and melted against him.

HERMIONE

Hermione was pleased at Malfoy’s comment, until he added the part about Harry, at which she reminded him to watch his mouth while she had control. She dragged her teeth over him once more and heard Malfoy groan—what an enormously satisfying sound that was. Malfoy and Harry were not so much kissing as panting heavily into each others’ mouths, which turned out to be an even hotter sound. Hermione felt Malfoy stiffen slightly and knew what was coming. Literally, she thought, and nearly giggled until she felt the spurting warmth at the back of her throat.

Purebloods tasted no better than any other males, she thought with satisfaction and looked forward to imparting that bit of knowledge to Mr. Better Bloodline.

“Oh god, oh fuck, oh yes, yes, yes…” she heard Harry say. She carefully released Malfoy and raised her head curiously.

HARRY

Harry found himself gasping against Malfoy’s lips and hoped to fuck he wasn’t speaking, because he couldn’t form a coherent sentence if his life depended on it. Malfoy was kissing him, in between panting breaths, and his hand moved with expert precision. Every spectacular twist brought a new rush of pleasure, and it was so very much better to have a different hand than your own down there, especially one that seemed to know exactly what to do…

He felt the familiar rushing sensation that preceded release, and kissed Malfoy hard as he exploded over the Slytherin’s hand and chest. The kiss muffled any ridiculous things he might have been tempted to yell.

When the last shudder died away, Harry removed his lips from Malfoy’s, but slid his mouth over the smooth cheek to rest near Malfoy’s ear. He did not want to look into those sardonic silver eyes quite yet. He felt a foolish urge to thank the Slytherin, and vaguely wondered when his hands had wrapped themselves into the soft, platinum hair.

He felt Malfoy’s fingers detach from his own locks, and reluctantly removed his hands to sit back. Harry remembered Hermione with a jolt, but did not dare look at her. He felt a flush suffuse his entire being. God, how could he have enjoyed that? With Malfoy, of all people?

DRACO

Draco untangled his hands from the Chosen One, and watched in amusement as mortification flooded the Gryffindor hero’s face. Granger watched Potter nervously. Snowflakes collected on the dark hair and Potter shivered slightly.

“Granger, I think you can turn off the snow, now,” Draco said mildly. Hermione flicked her wand and banished the cold, while Draco cast a quick charm to clean himself. Always practical, Granger asked, “Are we done?”

Draco nodded, and she quickly got up and began to dress. Potter did not bother to hide his relief and started to move away, but Draco grabbed his hand. The emerald eyes snapped back to Draco’s—so brilliant and green without the spectacles—and widened as Draco pressed a kiss into the palm, following it with a swipe of his tongue.

“This could be the best week of your life, Potter,” Draco said suggestively. Potter’s cheeks darkened and Draco could see him itching to deny it, but he merely sneered and yanked his hand away.

Potter stood, and might have commented anyway, but at that moment the door opened and Professor Trelawny walked in. Draco smiled at the expressions on the faces of both Gryffindors. This day was getting better and better. Even immanent detention could not dilute Draco’s delight. Cheating was so worth it.

Yes, the end, I'm sorry, lol!