His Own Choices
Title: His Own Choices
Author: kitty_fic
Beta: Many thanks to celestlyn!
Rating: NC-17
WordCount: 841
Pairing: Harry/Hermione/Draco
Warnings: threesome, oral, slash, het
Disclaimer: I own nothing. JK Rowling owns everything. No money is being made by me.
Notes: Written for hp_3forfun Prompts: 1) a portrait 2) anniversary 3) a peacock feather 4) a crystal dragon 5) open toe shoes
Summary: After facing his demons, Draco is more determined than ever to make his own choices.
"I must say Draco, your lifestyle choices have left something to be desired." Lucius snarled down at his son from the frame above the fireplace.
Draco rarely came into the formal study, but the need to collect some Gringott's files had led him into the room where his father resided. It had been nearly five years since the end of the war and Draco was happier than he could ever remember being. Though the anniversary of the war was approaching, Draco had no desire to think of the past; only the future.
Looking up at the portrait, he spoke with conviction, "You made your decisions Father. Now it's time for me to make mine." With that, Draco walked out of the room and closed the door behind him.
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Entering the master bedroom, Draco spotted Harry standing by the dresser, admiring the delicate crystal dragon that was perched there.
Smirking, he wrapped his arms around the raven haired boy's waist, and asked, "You wouldn't happen to have a soft spot for dragons by chance, would you?"
"Yes, as a matter of fact, I do. Especially one in particular." Harry turned around in his lover's arms and punctuated his response with a kiss.
Hermione chose that moment to walk in the room, kicking off her open toe shoes near the door.
Grinning as she climbed onto the bed, she said, "Please. . . don't mind me. Feel free to continue what you are doing". Laying back on a pillow, she watched her two handsome men enjoying each other.
Knowing that Hermione loved a show, Draco began kissing down Harry's neck and across his collarbone. His fingers worked in tandem with his lips, unbuttoning the Auror robes that Harry wore. As the robes slipped off his shoulders and pooled on the floor, Harry's hands came up to tangle in Draco's hair.
Draco pushed Harry back toward the bed until he toppled down next to Hermione. Continuing his barrage on Harry's smooth chest, Draco worked his way downward. He kissed Harry's smooth, tanned skin until he reached his trousers. Harry's hands ran through Draco's silky locks as he unbuttoned them, freeing his cock in one fluid motion.
Hermione crawled forward for a better view, reached over to the nightstand, and grabbed the peacock feather that was sitting there. When the soft feather tendrils ran over Harry's chest at the same time that Draco wrapped his mouth around his hardness, they were rewarded with a soft moan.
Hermione, leaned down to kiss Harry, licking his lips and begging for entrance. He opened willingly under her ministrations taking her plump lip into his mouth and sucking on it gently.
Draco closed his eyes as he continued his attention on Harry's cock, laving his tongue over the head as he moved up and then back down again. When he opened them again, Hermione had joined him and her delicate hand enclosed around the base of Harry's shaft moving in conjunction with his mouth. Together, they pulled a series of delicious moans from Harry.
Altogether too soon, Draco pulled off, stopping Hermione's hand at the same time. He knew Harry was getting close, but the blonde wanted to extend his love's pleasure as long as possible.
Grabbing Hermione by the waist, he hoisted her skirt up. He was not surprised to find her without knickers, and he pulled her onto Harry's lap, positioning his moist cock at her entrance. Straddling backwards on Harry's lap, facing Draco, Hermione slid down slowly, seating herself fully on the hardness beneath her. She found her moans of pleasure muffled by sweet kisses and she licked at the taste of Harry in Draco's mouth.
As she rode Harry and kissed Draco, her hands began to roam, stripping Draco of as many of his clothes as possible. Once she had gotten enough off of him to free his waiting erection, she began to stroke in earnest, moving in time with the rise and fall of her pussy on Harry's cock.
Harry's hands came up to rest, on Hermione's waist, controlling the speed and depth at which she moved. She moaned as he hit the pleasure spot deep inside her body. The sensations she felt slowed her movement on Draco, but he wrapped his hand around hers, urging her on. She felt her pleasure building, sought Draco's mouth again, and kissed him passionately.
As Hermione's inner muscles clenched on Harry, he lost the last of his resolve and filled her with his warm liquid.
Draco watched as the two loves of his life, climaxed together. Without warning, he was following them with his own ecstasy, shooting his seed over his and Hermione's clasped hands.
Draco collapsed beside Harry, panting to catch his breath, as Hermione slid off Harry's softening cock, sliding between the two of them. Each man draped an arm around her, their entwined hands rested together on her abdomen.
As the trio drifted off into a peaceful slumber, Draco knew that the only opinions that mattered to him were in this very room.
Author: kitty_fic
Beta: Many thanks to celestlyn!
Rating: NC-17
WordCount: 841
Pairing: Harry/Hermione/Draco
Warnings: threesome, oral, slash, het
Disclaimer: I own nothing. JK Rowling owns everything. No money is being made by me.
Notes: Written for hp_3forfun Prompts: 1) a portrait 2) anniversary 3) a peacock feather 4) a crystal dragon 5) open toe shoes
Summary: After facing his demons, Draco is more determined than ever to make his own choices.
"I must say Draco, your lifestyle choices have left something to be desired." Lucius snarled down at his son from the frame above the fireplace.
Draco rarely came into the formal study, but the need to collect some Gringott's files had led him into the room where his father resided. It had been nearly five years since the end of the war and Draco was happier than he could ever remember being. Though the anniversary of the war was approaching, Draco had no desire to think of the past; only the future.
Looking up at the portrait, he spoke with conviction, "You made your decisions Father. Now it's time for me to make mine." With that, Draco walked out of the room and closed the door behind him.
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Entering the master bedroom, Draco spotted Harry standing by the dresser, admiring the delicate crystal dragon that was perched there.
Smirking, he wrapped his arms around the raven haired boy's waist, and asked, "You wouldn't happen to have a soft spot for dragons by chance, would you?"
"Yes, as a matter of fact, I do. Especially one in particular." Harry turned around in his lover's arms and punctuated his response with a kiss.
Hermione chose that moment to walk in the room, kicking off her open toe shoes near the door.
Grinning as she climbed onto the bed, she said, "Please. . . don't mind me. Feel free to continue what you are doing". Laying back on a pillow, she watched her two handsome men enjoying each other.
Knowing that Hermione loved a show, Draco began kissing down Harry's neck and across his collarbone. His fingers worked in tandem with his lips, unbuttoning the Auror robes that Harry wore. As the robes slipped off his shoulders and pooled on the floor, Harry's hands came up to tangle in Draco's hair.
Draco pushed Harry back toward the bed until he toppled down next to Hermione. Continuing his barrage on Harry's smooth chest, Draco worked his way downward. He kissed Harry's smooth, tanned skin until he reached his trousers. Harry's hands ran through Draco's silky locks as he unbuttoned them, freeing his cock in one fluid motion.
Hermione crawled forward for a better view, reached over to the nightstand, and grabbed the peacock feather that was sitting there. When the soft feather tendrils ran over Harry's chest at the same time that Draco wrapped his mouth around his hardness, they were rewarded with a soft moan.
Hermione, leaned down to kiss Harry, licking his lips and begging for entrance. He opened willingly under her ministrations taking her plump lip into his mouth and sucking on it gently.
Draco closed his eyes as he continued his attention on Harry's cock, laving his tongue over the head as he moved up and then back down again. When he opened them again, Hermione had joined him and her delicate hand enclosed around the base of Harry's shaft moving in conjunction with his mouth. Together, they pulled a series of delicious moans from Harry.
Altogether too soon, Draco pulled off, stopping Hermione's hand at the same time. He knew Harry was getting close, but the blonde wanted to extend his love's pleasure as long as possible.
Grabbing Hermione by the waist, he hoisted her skirt up. He was not surprised to find her without knickers, and he pulled her onto Harry's lap, positioning his moist cock at her entrance. Straddling backwards on Harry's lap, facing Draco, Hermione slid down slowly, seating herself fully on the hardness beneath her. She found her moans of pleasure muffled by sweet kisses and she licked at the taste of Harry in Draco's mouth.
As she rode Harry and kissed Draco, her hands began to roam, stripping Draco of as many of his clothes as possible. Once she had gotten enough off of him to free his waiting erection, she began to stroke in earnest, moving in time with the rise and fall of her pussy on Harry's cock.
Harry's hands came up to rest, on Hermione's waist, controlling the speed and depth at which she moved. She moaned as he hit the pleasure spot deep inside her body. The sensations she felt slowed her movement on Draco, but he wrapped his hand around hers, urging her on. She felt her pleasure building, sought Draco's mouth again, and kissed him passionately.
As Hermione's inner muscles clenched on Harry, he lost the last of his resolve and filled her with his warm liquid.
Draco watched as the two loves of his life, climaxed together. Without warning, he was following them with his own ecstasy, shooting his seed over his and Hermione's clasped hands.
Draco collapsed beside Harry, panting to catch his breath, as Hermione slid off Harry's softening cock, sliding between the two of them. Each man draped an arm around her, their entwined hands rested together on her abdomen.
As the trio drifted off into a peaceful slumber, Draco knew that the only opinions that mattered to him were in this very room.