Fic:...Explains A Lot (1/1) *NC17* D/Hr/B
…Explains A Lot
Author: Lia
Pairing: B/Hr/D
Rating: NC17
Summary: Harry, Ron, Hermione, Lavender, Pansy, Draco and Blaise all go to a secluded little resort in Australia during the winter in Scotland for and escape and some fun. Dude.
“Surf’s up, dudes and dudettes!!” yelled Draco with a horrible imitation of a stoned surfer. He grabbed his board and ran off towards the water, but stopped half way there and looked back. Everyone was still lying on the beach, just watching him in amusement. He instantly reverted to pouting, normal Draco. “Oh, come on! This is what we came here for! Blaise?” Blaise simply arched a supercilious eyebrow and went back to being Hermione’s pillow.
“Pot - Harry?”
“He’s staying, Draco,” said Pansy, who had put a restraining arm on her boyfriend as he made to get up. Harry gave him an apologetic look.
His last hope for company. “Weasel?”
“Mate…” said Ron, gesturing towards a sunbathing Lavender, almost wearing the smallest scrap of material that could possibly be called a bikini; this was enough of an explanation as to why Ron wanted to stay. He got another apologetic look.
“Fine! I’ll just go out on my own then, “he pouted, heading back to the water, “and be it one all your heads if I drown! Mark my words, you will rue the day you refused me!! RUE!!” He was quite transfixed by his own melodramatic air, and was speaking in a booming stage voice, gesturing broadly. He could hear them all burst out laughing at his pronouncement. ‘Well, at least they got their ya-ya’s off.’
Since the very anti-climactic end of the war, everyone had mellowed-out a great deal, but the change was the most pronounced in Draco. He was still a bastardly, sarcastic, arrogant git quite often, but he also managed to take things lightly now, laugh at himself. A vast improvement on his former self. The most bizarre improvement, however, was his surprising friendship with the Golden Trio. Not only that, but their ready acceptance of him.
These thoughts followed him into the water and out to the waves, where he promptly stopped thinking at all. Unless it was in ‘surfer lingo’. Dude.
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Blaise and Hermione had grown used to his tragic airs, and now simply watched on in amusement. This trip had done wonders for everyone; being away from the cold gloom of winter in England, and in the cheering warm of Australia. Wind-Surfing, boogie-boarding Santa’s were seen everywhere - it was certainly different.
The group of former Slytherins and Gryffindors had become fast friends once the stupid adolescent rivalries were put aside. One of the most startling things had been Harry and Pansy dating, but all possible objections were now quelled, and all were expecting a nuptial announcement very soon. Startling also was the camaraderie the males showed - their ‘species’ being known for holding stupid grudges. Insults were still bandied back-and-forth, but now lightheartedly.
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Draco had disappeared from sight for several minutes and Hermione started wondering where he’d gone off to. A prod from Blaise had her looking up and he directed her sight to the other couples - thoroughly engrossed in snogging each other. Hermione chortled, then sighed, prepared to close her eyes against the sun again, when Blaise prodded her again.
“Yes?” she asked slowly, rather annoyed with her pillow for shifting and poking her.
“Do you remember that lovely little stretch of beach behind that outcropping we found the other day?” asked Blaise, with a mischievous glint in his eyes.
“Yes…” she replied slowly, now warily.
“Good,” he said, briskly, standing up and bringing her with him, “we need to get there. Now.” With no further explanation her pulled he along behind him.
As soon as they reached the hidden beach, it was obvious what his hurry had been. Draco, it seemed, had gone straight there once setting off. He was lying atop his board, arms behind his head, supposedly napping in the sun. It was a dead giveaway, however, that when he heard the two approaching, a smirk grew on his lips.
“You’ll be wanting to wipe that smirk off, Malfoy, if you want anything other than sand up your arse today,” said Blaise, kneeling down by Draco’s head, as Hermione went to his feet.
Draco cracked an eyelid, and raised a brow at Blaise, “Oh, yes?”
“Oh, yes,” replied Blaise, a matching eyebrow going up.
Hermione gave a throaty chuckle at the two men, and both looked around at her, eyes shining in hunger, in lust. She knelt and crawled up the board till she was straddling Draco’s hips. She leaned forward, whispering in his ear, before, nibbling on the lobe, “I hear sand’s very uncomfortable there, and besides, I’m sure you’d prefer something more… pleasurable…”
They locked eyes for a second before Draco leaned up and captured her lips in a searing kiss. Hermione took the aggressive role, thrusting her tongue into his mouth, tasting him, and the salty sea water.
Blaise watched this quietly, but had enough spectating for the moment. With a deft wand movement, he flipped the board, toppling the two onto the sand. In their confusion, he pounced of Draco, pinning him, and savaging his mouth. He kissed and nipped a path down his neck, worrying a sensitive spot by his collarbone. Draco moaned, struggling to free his seized wrists so he could touch Blaise.
Blaise caught Hermione’s eye, and she moved to take Draco’s wrists. Leaning over his head, she started kissing him again, upside-down this time, giving her a perfect position to nip and bite his succulent bottom lip. Blaise moved down Draco’s chest, licking and kissing a path. He let the flat of his tongue run over a nipple, and bit down slightly on the other, earning a moan, then gasp, both of which Hermione swallowed hungrily.
Blaise made his way further down, dipping his tongue into Draco’s navel. He kissed his way across his abdomen, down one leg, back up, and down the other, but never got quite where Draco wanted him. Finally, the teasing stopped - nearly. Blaise was hovering over Draco’s straining erection, wanting him to beg for release.
Hermione stopped kissing him, and Draco opened his eyes in confusion. Things were getting painfully heated, and he desperately wanted Blaise to finish him off in his very talented mouth. When he looked down, he saw Blaise looking at him expectantly, and groaned inwardly. He knew what Blaise wanted. “Oh, Blaise!” he said in an overly dramatic, soap opera fashion, “Blaise, I’m needy, desperate, you’re the only one who can do these things to me, evoke such passions in my soul! I’m on fire, Blaise, because of you; for you!” It was amazing how sarcastic he could be without trying, or with only a small fraction of his brain working.
“Well, that’s all very well and good, but sarcasm and appalling acting won’t get you anywhere this time, my lady-buck.”
“Damn it, Zabini! I mean… goddamn it Blaise!... couldn’t you just… bloody well just… oh, for fuck sake, please, just-“ Draco cut himself off, knowing he’d said the ‘magic word’, albeit accidentally, after swearing he wouldn’t. This time.
Blaise chuckled, seizing on the slip, “Just what I wanted to hear,” he pulled Draco’s swimming trunks off and smiled appreciatively, “and just what I wanted for lunch.”
Without further delay, Blaise took him in his mouth in one go. Draco moaned in ecstasy, just as Hermione again covered his mouth with hers.
Blaise teased the head of Draco’s cock, then ran his tongue all along the underside, using his teeth to lightly scrape along the top. Draco was so close, and as soon as one of Blaise’s hands pressed on his perineum, he exploded in his mouth with a deep, guttural cry. Blaise swallowed everything, cleaning him of every drop of cum. He released Draco and let him catch his breath, when immediately Hermione captured his lips, wanting a taste herself.
Finally all three got up to leave their little hideaway.
“I hope you know,” said Hermione, “that you now have a very flustered, frustrated witch on you hands, and you know what sorts of things that can lead to.” Both men grinned at this, knowing perfectly well what was to be done to ‘cure’ such a dreadful illness. “I suggest we get back before the others start wondering where we’ve all been. Draco, you’ll have to come back from the water, and Blaise, come by a few minutes after me.” She gave them each a thorough kiss, then followed their foot prints back where they came.
Draco and Blaise stood there a moment before Draco started a very old argument. “You know, I wish she’d just bloody well tell them so this charade can stop; its getting damned tiring.”
“I think that was one thing she planned on doing this trip. Hope she gets around to it..”
“I thought Gryffindors were known for their damned bravery… or stupidity… whatever.”
“Quite. Well, I think that’s long enough. I’ll go back to our frustrated, supposedly brave witch and wait for you.” With a swift kiss, both were off; Draco into the water and Blaise down the beach.
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Later that night everyone was in the little hut that Harry and Pansy were sharing (Ron and Lavender had their own, which left Blaise, Draco and Hermione with theirs). They were all getting thoroughly plastered on tequila; muggle alcohol packed a far more potent punch than ever wizarding did. The girls were lounging on the floor, singing bawdy songs, words coming out of their mouths that would make sailors blush, and the blokes were huddled together over the table ‘discussing’ god-only-knew what.
“Dude, I saw your wipe-out the other day,” Draco was saying, having become so enamored of his ‘surfer’ accent.
“Wow, yah, mahn, it was totally narley, eh?” asked Ron, in the same manner.
Soon all four guys were imitating stoned, or at least drunk, surfers with great artistry, and having a ruddy good time of it, too. When the women finally ran out of songs and tuned into the conversation, it was blatantly clear that even the guys no longer had a clue what they were talking about.
Their conversation was going something like: “Dude!” “Yeah!” “Sweet!” “I know!” “Wow!” “Yah!” “Totally!” “Dude!”
“And then, an’ then, man, it was like, Wow!”
“Yah! And then you were all like, WOW!”
“I know! And you were totally like, Man!”
“And then, it was totally like, wow…”
“Yah.” “Yah.” “Yah.” “Yah.”
*Silence, with much head nodding*
The women exchanged a look, then as one said “Time for bed”. Always practical, Hermione cast a sobering charm on the three before attempting to deal with the men.
Lavender managed to haul Ron off, but only after flashing him (breasts + own hut = sex; the only thing comprehensible to the male brain in that state of advanced inebriation).
“Pans?” Hermione asked after fruitlessly trying to get both Blaise and Draco out, “could you give me a hand, so you and Harry can be by yourselves sooner, rather than later?”
“Course. Harry,” said Pansy, now addressing her boyfriend, who was flat on the floor after attempting to stand, “Stay.” He gave her a thumbs-up.
Pansy helped a staggering Draco and Hermione a weaving Blaise to the hut the three were sharing.
“Sure you’re alright with these two, Hermes?” asked Pansy after depositing Draco on his bed.
“Oh, yeah,” said Hermione, laying Blaise down, “they’re just going to sleep this off, so no worries.”
“Alright, but call if they give you any grief, I doubt Harry and I’ll be asleep for a while yet.” With a wicked wink, Pansy was gone and Hermione was left with her two men.
A very Slytherin-esque smirk crossed her lips. “No rest for the wicked,” she muttered, and cast sobering charms on both. After a moment they sat up.
“Oy,” whined Draco, “I was enjoying my drunken stupor, thanks very much…”
Hermione waited patiently for further griping to come to an end before speaking.
“I suppose you’ve forgotten by now, but I did warn you that you would have a very frustrated witch on your hands later…” she waited for this sentence to sink in, then continued, “‘later’ has come.”
Draco and Blaise exchanged wolfish grins before standing and advancing on her. When they were on wither side, Blaise leaned in and growled softly in her ear, “Definitely didn’t forget.”
“Good. Now what are you going to do abo-“
She was cut off by Draco crushing his lips on hers, as Blaise started nipping her sensitive neck. When they pulled apart for air, Hermione said, “Good answer,” in a husky, breathless voice.
“Thought so,” responded Draco, “Now no more talking, you’re only allowed to moan (he licked her lips), gasp (he nipped at them), and groan,” he pulled her hips flush against him so she could feel his erection.
“Not a problem…”
Blaise paused in his assault on her neck and looked at her. “I thought he said ‘no more talking’. Tsk, tsk. That, I’m afraid, deserves a bit of punishment.”
Hermione groaned at that, knowing what his idea of ‘punishment’ was; teasing her to within an inch of sanity.
Draco and Blaise pushed her back till her knees hit a bed and she fell back onto it. They crawled up either side of her, and Draco skimmed a hand over the length of her body. They then proceeded to ignore her for a good few minutes as they kissed heatedly, tongues dueling for dominance, only pausing to undress each other.
She was becoming steadily wetter watching them, and when they were completely naked, and had reached over, fisting each other’s cocks as they continued to devour the other’s mouth, she was panting and squirming with need. However, she didn’t dare touch them or herself, because they were perfectly capable of dragging out this torture for ages, as she well knew.
Finally, when they broke apart, and Blaise licked his fingers, tasting Draco’s pre-cum, she let out a particularly loud moan, which got their attention. Blaise grinned around a finger he was still suckling on. Draco was ‘generous’ enough to press his thumb to her lips, and she hungrily sucked it into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it to taste all she could of Blaise.
He took his thumb away and reached for his wand(minds out of the gutter for a while yet) . With a quick spell, Hermione’s clothes were suddenly gone, making her gasp as the cool night air touched her heated skin. Blaise kissed her quickly and thoroughly before moving down to her breasts. He cupped them in his hands, rolling and pinching the nipples. He sucked one taught peak into his mouth flicking his tongue over it. Hermione arched up into Blaise’s mouth, and whimpered when he pulled away. He kissed her to silence, his tongue searching her whole mouth, then tangling with hers. She moaned into his mouth as Draco started kissing a path across her abdomen, his hands running up and down her hips, then slipping down to her thighs.
Hermione spread her legs wantonly as Draco kissed and nipped her inner thighs, his fingers teasingly running along her folds, but never delving in. Then, quite suddenly, he thrust two fingers into her, causing her to utter a startled squeak. She tore her mouth away from Blaise and looked down at Draco. He grinned at her, and kept eye contact as he ran his tongue along her slit, then sucked her clit into his mouth. She arched against him, moaning loudly. She was so close, from having watched the two, that all it took for her to shatter was Blaise whispering in her ear, “Come for us, love,” and adding one of his own fingers to her dripping pussy.
She came with a loud, keening moan, grinding against Draco’s face and lapping tongue, and both their fingers.
Neither man let her rest as she came down from her high. Before the aftershocks of her orgasm had stopped, Draco slid up the length of her, and thrust himself in, in one fluid motion. His cock filling her so suddenly had Hermione climaxing again, and it took all Draco’s control not to let go as her inner walls milked him.
When she finally caught her breath and opened her eyes, she saw Draco poised over her, balancing on the heals of his hands. She looked around for Blaise, and saw him moving behind Draco, wand in hand (mind out of the gutter!). Hermione wrapped her legs around Draco’s waist, pulling him further into her, and urging him on.
He pulled out of her until only the tip remained, then thrust in maddeningly slowly, smirking all the while. She groaned at his insipid pace, and tried to speed him up by thrusting her hips forward. He only chuckled at her, not allowing the increase. Draco bent his head down to capture a nipple in his mouth, nipping at it, before running his tongue flat against it. He continued his languorous thrusts for a few minutes more, before stilling.
Blaise had, before, had his head between Draco’s thighs, lapping at Hermione’s juices as they flowed out of her and down Draco’s balls and thighs. Now, he had moved behind Draco and performed a lubricating charm. Draco stilled, and Blaise gently pushed his fingers into his tight arse, scissoring them about. After a minute he removed his fingers and positioned himself there. Blaise bent forward and placed tender kisses along Draco’s back, and then in one smooth motion thrust in to the hilt. Draco winced momentarily, the ring of muscles in his arse involuntarily contracting around Blaise’s cock. Blaise, however, groaned at the tightness of Draco’s arse, being hard pressed not to simply thrust madly, for fear of hurting him.
Blaise pulled out slowly, the head of his cock brushing against Draco’s prostate, making him gasp in pleasure. Draco simultaneously withdrew from Hermione. As Blaise surged forward once more, so did Draco, and their combined weight pushed Draco deeper into Hermione, so that his cock brushed against her cervix.
A steady rhythm developed between the three, and soon all were on the edge. Draco reached a hand between his body and Hermione’s, flicking her clit, wanting to feel her pulsing around his cock in climax. After only seconds, Hermione screamed out her third orgasm of the night; fire shot through her as her inner muscle contracted powerfully. Draco felt this and with a couple more thrusts was over the edge, bringing Blaise with him, as his arse tightened around Blaise’s cock.
Both men growled as their release hit. Draco felt Blaise’s cum shooting into his arse, as he spilled his own seed into Hermione.
The three lay atop each other for a few minutes, all gasping for breath. Blaise dropped his head onto Draco’s back and places a single kiss between his shoulder blades.
“…love…” was all Draco made out of Blaise’s mumbling. He smiled against Hermione’s neck as his forehead dropped down.
Hermione rushed damp hairs away from his face before softly kissing his lips. “I love you,” she said against his lips, “I love you both so much,” she kissed him sweetly again, “so much.”
Draco smiled and chuckled, “Gods, don’t go getting all sentimental, Granger. Damned Gryffindors…” He heard and felt Blaise chortle behind him. Hermione pouted at that, and Draco ‘gave-in’, “I love you too,” he dropped a kiss on her pouting mouth, “and you too Blaise, though not for much longer, ‘cause you’re bloody crushing me here, you arse.”
“Bitch, bitch, bitch,” muttered Blaise, starting to disentangle himself, when---
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Meanwhile:
Harry and Pansy were lounging in post-coital bliss in bed, and Lavender was cursing her snoring boyfriend in their bed, when a piercing scream rent the still night air.
Harry and Pansy sat bolt upright, and Harry had his wand in hand (out of the gutter, I say!) in and instant. Lavender squealed and clutched at a now fully awake Ron.
Only seconds apart, in huts only meters apart, Harry and Ron said the exact same ting: “That was Hermione’s voice.”
Seconds later, two loud male growls rent the air as the scream had. Harry looked at Pansy, Ron looked at Lavender, and both jumped out of bed and made their way to the hut Hermione shared with Draco and Blaise. Ron and Harry met half-way, and told each other, “Hermione screamed.” They nodded in understanding and continued on their way.
When they reached the hut, there were no sounds coming from within. Fearing the worst, and being Gryffindors to the last, they blasted the door off its hinges, and barreled inside, wands at the ready. What they found, however, was not bloody murder, but -
“Bloody hell…” muttered Ron, his eyes as wide as saucers at the sight of the three people on the bed.
Harry’s response to the scene was even less articulate, it being: “Err…”
Ron recovered first (sort of), and said, “Right… Nice night for it, eh?”
*Uncomfortable silence*
Harry then came to his senses, and said a hurried “Ta!” He pulled Ron out by his collar and repaired the door. The two walked back to their own huts in stunned silence. Finally, Harry said, “Well, that explains why there weren’t any complaints about the rooming arrangements.”
Ron nodded, “Also explains her busy weekends.”
“- and weeknights,”
“- and appointments.”
“- and meetings.”
“- and working late…”
The End.
Name/Pen Name: Skiddles
Pairing of the fic you want: Blaise/Hermione/Draco
Rating(s) of the fic you want: rated R
3 - 5 Things you want your gift to include:
1. A threesome
2. plots and twists
3. humor
4. other pairings: Ron/Lavender, and Harry/ Pansy
5. romance
What you don’t want your gift to include: Draco, Blaise, and Hermione deaths, angst, violence, and Voldemort
Author: Lia
Pairing: B/Hr/D
Rating: NC17
Summary: Harry, Ron, Hermione, Lavender, Pansy, Draco and Blaise all go to a secluded little resort in Australia during the winter in Scotland for and escape and some fun. Dude.
“Surf’s up, dudes and dudettes!!” yelled Draco with a horrible imitation of a stoned surfer. He grabbed his board and ran off towards the water, but stopped half way there and looked back. Everyone was still lying on the beach, just watching him in amusement. He instantly reverted to pouting, normal Draco. “Oh, come on! This is what we came here for! Blaise?” Blaise simply arched a supercilious eyebrow and went back to being Hermione’s pillow.
“Pot - Harry?”
“He’s staying, Draco,” said Pansy, who had put a restraining arm on her boyfriend as he made to get up. Harry gave him an apologetic look.
His last hope for company. “Weasel?”
“Mate…” said Ron, gesturing towards a sunbathing Lavender, almost wearing the smallest scrap of material that could possibly be called a bikini; this was enough of an explanation as to why Ron wanted to stay. He got another apologetic look.
“Fine! I’ll just go out on my own then, “he pouted, heading back to the water, “and be it one all your heads if I drown! Mark my words, you will rue the day you refused me!! RUE!!” He was quite transfixed by his own melodramatic air, and was speaking in a booming stage voice, gesturing broadly. He could hear them all burst out laughing at his pronouncement. ‘Well, at least they got their ya-ya’s off.’
Since the very anti-climactic end of the war, everyone had mellowed-out a great deal, but the change was the most pronounced in Draco. He was still a bastardly, sarcastic, arrogant git quite often, but he also managed to take things lightly now, laugh at himself. A vast improvement on his former self. The most bizarre improvement, however, was his surprising friendship with the Golden Trio. Not only that, but their ready acceptance of him.
These thoughts followed him into the water and out to the waves, where he promptly stopped thinking at all. Unless it was in ‘surfer lingo’. Dude.
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Blaise and Hermione had grown used to his tragic airs, and now simply watched on in amusement. This trip had done wonders for everyone; being away from the cold gloom of winter in England, and in the cheering warm of Australia. Wind-Surfing, boogie-boarding Santa’s were seen everywhere - it was certainly different.
The group of former Slytherins and Gryffindors had become fast friends once the stupid adolescent rivalries were put aside. One of the most startling things had been Harry and Pansy dating, but all possible objections were now quelled, and all were expecting a nuptial announcement very soon. Startling also was the camaraderie the males showed - their ‘species’ being known for holding stupid grudges. Insults were still bandied back-and-forth, but now lightheartedly.
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Draco had disappeared from sight for several minutes and Hermione started wondering where he’d gone off to. A prod from Blaise had her looking up and he directed her sight to the other couples - thoroughly engrossed in snogging each other. Hermione chortled, then sighed, prepared to close her eyes against the sun again, when Blaise prodded her again.
“Yes?” she asked slowly, rather annoyed with her pillow for shifting and poking her.
“Do you remember that lovely little stretch of beach behind that outcropping we found the other day?” asked Blaise, with a mischievous glint in his eyes.
“Yes…” she replied slowly, now warily.
“Good,” he said, briskly, standing up and bringing her with him, “we need to get there. Now.” With no further explanation her pulled he along behind him.
As soon as they reached the hidden beach, it was obvious what his hurry had been. Draco, it seemed, had gone straight there once setting off. He was lying atop his board, arms behind his head, supposedly napping in the sun. It was a dead giveaway, however, that when he heard the two approaching, a smirk grew on his lips.
“You’ll be wanting to wipe that smirk off, Malfoy, if you want anything other than sand up your arse today,” said Blaise, kneeling down by Draco’s head, as Hermione went to his feet.
Draco cracked an eyelid, and raised a brow at Blaise, “Oh, yes?”
“Oh, yes,” replied Blaise, a matching eyebrow going up.
Hermione gave a throaty chuckle at the two men, and both looked around at her, eyes shining in hunger, in lust. She knelt and crawled up the board till she was straddling Draco’s hips. She leaned forward, whispering in his ear, before, nibbling on the lobe, “I hear sand’s very uncomfortable there, and besides, I’m sure you’d prefer something more… pleasurable…”
They locked eyes for a second before Draco leaned up and captured her lips in a searing kiss. Hermione took the aggressive role, thrusting her tongue into his mouth, tasting him, and the salty sea water.
Blaise watched this quietly, but had enough spectating for the moment. With a deft wand movement, he flipped the board, toppling the two onto the sand. In their confusion, he pounced of Draco, pinning him, and savaging his mouth. He kissed and nipped a path down his neck, worrying a sensitive spot by his collarbone. Draco moaned, struggling to free his seized wrists so he could touch Blaise.
Blaise caught Hermione’s eye, and she moved to take Draco’s wrists. Leaning over his head, she started kissing him again, upside-down this time, giving her a perfect position to nip and bite his succulent bottom lip. Blaise moved down Draco’s chest, licking and kissing a path. He let the flat of his tongue run over a nipple, and bit down slightly on the other, earning a moan, then gasp, both of which Hermione swallowed hungrily.
Blaise made his way further down, dipping his tongue into Draco’s navel. He kissed his way across his abdomen, down one leg, back up, and down the other, but never got quite where Draco wanted him. Finally, the teasing stopped - nearly. Blaise was hovering over Draco’s straining erection, wanting him to beg for release.
Hermione stopped kissing him, and Draco opened his eyes in confusion. Things were getting painfully heated, and he desperately wanted Blaise to finish him off in his very talented mouth. When he looked down, he saw Blaise looking at him expectantly, and groaned inwardly. He knew what Blaise wanted. “Oh, Blaise!” he said in an overly dramatic, soap opera fashion, “Blaise, I’m needy, desperate, you’re the only one who can do these things to me, evoke such passions in my soul! I’m on fire, Blaise, because of you; for you!” It was amazing how sarcastic he could be without trying, or with only a small fraction of his brain working.
“Well, that’s all very well and good, but sarcasm and appalling acting won’t get you anywhere this time, my lady-buck.”
“Damn it, Zabini! I mean… goddamn it Blaise!... couldn’t you just… bloody well just… oh, for fuck sake, please, just-“ Draco cut himself off, knowing he’d said the ‘magic word’, albeit accidentally, after swearing he wouldn’t. This time.
Blaise chuckled, seizing on the slip, “Just what I wanted to hear,” he pulled Draco’s swimming trunks off and smiled appreciatively, “and just what I wanted for lunch.”
Without further delay, Blaise took him in his mouth in one go. Draco moaned in ecstasy, just as Hermione again covered his mouth with hers.
Blaise teased the head of Draco’s cock, then ran his tongue all along the underside, using his teeth to lightly scrape along the top. Draco was so close, and as soon as one of Blaise’s hands pressed on his perineum, he exploded in his mouth with a deep, guttural cry. Blaise swallowed everything, cleaning him of every drop of cum. He released Draco and let him catch his breath, when immediately Hermione captured his lips, wanting a taste herself.
Finally all three got up to leave their little hideaway.
“I hope you know,” said Hermione, “that you now have a very flustered, frustrated witch on you hands, and you know what sorts of things that can lead to.” Both men grinned at this, knowing perfectly well what was to be done to ‘cure’ such a dreadful illness. “I suggest we get back before the others start wondering where we’ve all been. Draco, you’ll have to come back from the water, and Blaise, come by a few minutes after me.” She gave them each a thorough kiss, then followed their foot prints back where they came.
Draco and Blaise stood there a moment before Draco started a very old argument. “You know, I wish she’d just bloody well tell them so this charade can stop; its getting damned tiring.”
“I think that was one thing she planned on doing this trip. Hope she gets around to it..”
“I thought Gryffindors were known for their damned bravery… or stupidity… whatever.”
“Quite. Well, I think that’s long enough. I’ll go back to our frustrated, supposedly brave witch and wait for you.” With a swift kiss, both were off; Draco into the water and Blaise down the beach.
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Later that night everyone was in the little hut that Harry and Pansy were sharing (Ron and Lavender had their own, which left Blaise, Draco and Hermione with theirs). They were all getting thoroughly plastered on tequila; muggle alcohol packed a far more potent punch than ever wizarding did. The girls were lounging on the floor, singing bawdy songs, words coming out of their mouths that would make sailors blush, and the blokes were huddled together over the table ‘discussing’ god-only-knew what.
“Dude, I saw your wipe-out the other day,” Draco was saying, having become so enamored of his ‘surfer’ accent.
“Wow, yah, mahn, it was totally narley, eh?” asked Ron, in the same manner.
Soon all four guys were imitating stoned, or at least drunk, surfers with great artistry, and having a ruddy good time of it, too. When the women finally ran out of songs and tuned into the conversation, it was blatantly clear that even the guys no longer had a clue what they were talking about.
Their conversation was going something like: “Dude!” “Yeah!” “Sweet!” “I know!” “Wow!” “Yah!” “Totally!” “Dude!”
“And then, an’ then, man, it was like, Wow!”
“Yah! And then you were all like, WOW!”
“I know! And you were totally like, Man!”
“And then, it was totally like, wow…”
“Yah.” “Yah.” “Yah.” “Yah.”
*Silence, with much head nodding*
The women exchanged a look, then as one said “Time for bed”. Always practical, Hermione cast a sobering charm on the three before attempting to deal with the men.
Lavender managed to haul Ron off, but only after flashing him (breasts + own hut = sex; the only thing comprehensible to the male brain in that state of advanced inebriation).
“Pans?” Hermione asked after fruitlessly trying to get both Blaise and Draco out, “could you give me a hand, so you and Harry can be by yourselves sooner, rather than later?”
“Course. Harry,” said Pansy, now addressing her boyfriend, who was flat on the floor after attempting to stand, “Stay.” He gave her a thumbs-up.
Pansy helped a staggering Draco and Hermione a weaving Blaise to the hut the three were sharing.
“Sure you’re alright with these two, Hermes?” asked Pansy after depositing Draco on his bed.
“Oh, yeah,” said Hermione, laying Blaise down, “they’re just going to sleep this off, so no worries.”
“Alright, but call if they give you any grief, I doubt Harry and I’ll be asleep for a while yet.” With a wicked wink, Pansy was gone and Hermione was left with her two men.
A very Slytherin-esque smirk crossed her lips. “No rest for the wicked,” she muttered, and cast sobering charms on both. After a moment they sat up.
“Oy,” whined Draco, “I was enjoying my drunken stupor, thanks very much…”
Hermione waited patiently for further griping to come to an end before speaking.
“I suppose you’ve forgotten by now, but I did warn you that you would have a very frustrated witch on your hands later…” she waited for this sentence to sink in, then continued, “‘later’ has come.”
Draco and Blaise exchanged wolfish grins before standing and advancing on her. When they were on wither side, Blaise leaned in and growled softly in her ear, “Definitely didn’t forget.”
“Good. Now what are you going to do abo-“
She was cut off by Draco crushing his lips on hers, as Blaise started nipping her sensitive neck. When they pulled apart for air, Hermione said, “Good answer,” in a husky, breathless voice.
“Thought so,” responded Draco, “Now no more talking, you’re only allowed to moan (he licked her lips), gasp (he nipped at them), and groan,” he pulled her hips flush against him so she could feel his erection.
“Not a problem…”
Blaise paused in his assault on her neck and looked at her. “I thought he said ‘no more talking’. Tsk, tsk. That, I’m afraid, deserves a bit of punishment.”
Hermione groaned at that, knowing what his idea of ‘punishment’ was; teasing her to within an inch of sanity.
Draco and Blaise pushed her back till her knees hit a bed and she fell back onto it. They crawled up either side of her, and Draco skimmed a hand over the length of her body. They then proceeded to ignore her for a good few minutes as they kissed heatedly, tongues dueling for dominance, only pausing to undress each other.
She was becoming steadily wetter watching them, and when they were completely naked, and had reached over, fisting each other’s cocks as they continued to devour the other’s mouth, she was panting and squirming with need. However, she didn’t dare touch them or herself, because they were perfectly capable of dragging out this torture for ages, as she well knew.
Finally, when they broke apart, and Blaise licked his fingers, tasting Draco’s pre-cum, she let out a particularly loud moan, which got their attention. Blaise grinned around a finger he was still suckling on. Draco was ‘generous’ enough to press his thumb to her lips, and she hungrily sucked it into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it to taste all she could of Blaise.
He took his thumb away and reached for his wand(minds out of the gutter for a while yet) . With a quick spell, Hermione’s clothes were suddenly gone, making her gasp as the cool night air touched her heated skin. Blaise kissed her quickly and thoroughly before moving down to her breasts. He cupped them in his hands, rolling and pinching the nipples. He sucked one taught peak into his mouth flicking his tongue over it. Hermione arched up into Blaise’s mouth, and whimpered when he pulled away. He kissed her to silence, his tongue searching her whole mouth, then tangling with hers. She moaned into his mouth as Draco started kissing a path across her abdomen, his hands running up and down her hips, then slipping down to her thighs.
Hermione spread her legs wantonly as Draco kissed and nipped her inner thighs, his fingers teasingly running along her folds, but never delving in. Then, quite suddenly, he thrust two fingers into her, causing her to utter a startled squeak. She tore her mouth away from Blaise and looked down at Draco. He grinned at her, and kept eye contact as he ran his tongue along her slit, then sucked her clit into his mouth. She arched against him, moaning loudly. She was so close, from having watched the two, that all it took for her to shatter was Blaise whispering in her ear, “Come for us, love,” and adding one of his own fingers to her dripping pussy.
She came with a loud, keening moan, grinding against Draco’s face and lapping tongue, and both their fingers.
Neither man let her rest as she came down from her high. Before the aftershocks of her orgasm had stopped, Draco slid up the length of her, and thrust himself in, in one fluid motion. His cock filling her so suddenly had Hermione climaxing again, and it took all Draco’s control not to let go as her inner walls milked him.
When she finally caught her breath and opened her eyes, she saw Draco poised over her, balancing on the heals of his hands. She looked around for Blaise, and saw him moving behind Draco, wand in hand (mind out of the gutter!). Hermione wrapped her legs around Draco’s waist, pulling him further into her, and urging him on.
He pulled out of her until only the tip remained, then thrust in maddeningly slowly, smirking all the while. She groaned at his insipid pace, and tried to speed him up by thrusting her hips forward. He only chuckled at her, not allowing the increase. Draco bent his head down to capture a nipple in his mouth, nipping at it, before running his tongue flat against it. He continued his languorous thrusts for a few minutes more, before stilling.
Blaise had, before, had his head between Draco’s thighs, lapping at Hermione’s juices as they flowed out of her and down Draco’s balls and thighs. Now, he had moved behind Draco and performed a lubricating charm. Draco stilled, and Blaise gently pushed his fingers into his tight arse, scissoring them about. After a minute he removed his fingers and positioned himself there. Blaise bent forward and placed tender kisses along Draco’s back, and then in one smooth motion thrust in to the hilt. Draco winced momentarily, the ring of muscles in his arse involuntarily contracting around Blaise’s cock. Blaise, however, groaned at the tightness of Draco’s arse, being hard pressed not to simply thrust madly, for fear of hurting him.
Blaise pulled out slowly, the head of his cock brushing against Draco’s prostate, making him gasp in pleasure. Draco simultaneously withdrew from Hermione. As Blaise surged forward once more, so did Draco, and their combined weight pushed Draco deeper into Hermione, so that his cock brushed against her cervix.
A steady rhythm developed between the three, and soon all were on the edge. Draco reached a hand between his body and Hermione’s, flicking her clit, wanting to feel her pulsing around his cock in climax. After only seconds, Hermione screamed out her third orgasm of the night; fire shot through her as her inner muscle contracted powerfully. Draco felt this and with a couple more thrusts was over the edge, bringing Blaise with him, as his arse tightened around Blaise’s cock.
Both men growled as their release hit. Draco felt Blaise’s cum shooting into his arse, as he spilled his own seed into Hermione.
The three lay atop each other for a few minutes, all gasping for breath. Blaise dropped his head onto Draco’s back and places a single kiss between his shoulder blades.
“…love…” was all Draco made out of Blaise’s mumbling. He smiled against Hermione’s neck as his forehead dropped down.
Hermione rushed damp hairs away from his face before softly kissing his lips. “I love you,” she said against his lips, “I love you both so much,” she kissed him sweetly again, “so much.”
Draco smiled and chuckled, “Gods, don’t go getting all sentimental, Granger. Damned Gryffindors…” He heard and felt Blaise chortle behind him. Hermione pouted at that, and Draco ‘gave-in’, “I love you too,” he dropped a kiss on her pouting mouth, “and you too Blaise, though not for much longer, ‘cause you’re bloody crushing me here, you arse.”
“Bitch, bitch, bitch,” muttered Blaise, starting to disentangle himself, when---
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Meanwhile:
Harry and Pansy were lounging in post-coital bliss in bed, and Lavender was cursing her snoring boyfriend in their bed, when a piercing scream rent the still night air.
Harry and Pansy sat bolt upright, and Harry had his wand in hand (out of the gutter, I say!) in and instant. Lavender squealed and clutched at a now fully awake Ron.
Only seconds apart, in huts only meters apart, Harry and Ron said the exact same ting: “That was Hermione’s voice.”
Seconds later, two loud male growls rent the air as the scream had. Harry looked at Pansy, Ron looked at Lavender, and both jumped out of bed and made their way to the hut Hermione shared with Draco and Blaise. Ron and Harry met half-way, and told each other, “Hermione screamed.” They nodded in understanding and continued on their way.
When they reached the hut, there were no sounds coming from within. Fearing the worst, and being Gryffindors to the last, they blasted the door off its hinges, and barreled inside, wands at the ready. What they found, however, was not bloody murder, but -
“Bloody hell…” muttered Ron, his eyes as wide as saucers at the sight of the three people on the bed.
Harry’s response to the scene was even less articulate, it being: “Err…”
Ron recovered first (sort of), and said, “Right… Nice night for it, eh?”
*Uncomfortable silence*
Harry then came to his senses, and said a hurried “Ta!” He pulled Ron out by his collar and repaired the door. The two walked back to their own huts in stunned silence. Finally, Harry said, “Well, that explains why there weren’t any complaints about the rooming arrangements.”
Ron nodded, “Also explains her busy weekends.”
“- and weeknights,”
“- and appointments.”
“- and meetings.”
“- and working late…”
The End.
Name/Pen Name: Skiddles
Pairing of the fic you want: Blaise/Hermione/Draco
Rating(s) of the fic you want: rated R
3 - 5 Things you want your gift to include:
1. A threesome
2. plots and twists
3. humor
4. other pairings: Ron/Lavender, and Harry/ Pansy
5. romance
What you don’t want your gift to include: Draco, Blaise, and Hermione deaths, angst, violence, and Voldemort