FIC: Sleeping With The Malfoys (Harry, Astoria, Draco, Ginny)
Title: Sleeping With The Malfoys
Author/Artist: lrthunder
Characters: Harry, Astoria, Draco, Ginny
Prompt number: #173
Word Count: 2,909
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Consensual infidelity, exhibitionism, voyeurism
Summary: The Malfoys make a surprising offer to the Potters. Even more surprising, Ginny accepts.
Disclaimer: I don't own the rights to any of the characters and I'm not making any money off of this story.
Author’s Notes: Thanks to sirmioneforever for this wonderful prompt. I enjoyed writing it.
Harry was a prisoner the last time he was at Malfoy Manor, having been captured by the Snatchers. It was bad enough that they had discovered his identity, but to hear Hermione being tortured gave him nightmares for weeks. He only imagined what nightmares his best friends experienced. He had sworn that he would never step foot in the Malfoys' home again, willingly or otherwise.
Yet, here he was, along with Ginny. A couple of weeks ago, he had received a surprise letter from the Malfoys, inviting the Potters to dinner. Harry wanted to reject the invitation, but surprisingly, it was Ginny who convinced him to accept. After a couple of days of thinking it over, Harry agreed. The main reason he accepted the invitation was Malfoy's wife. It wasn't Pansy Parkinson or Millicent Bulstrode, but Astoria Greengrass.
He didn't know either Greengrass sister that well. Astoria's older sister was in his year at Hogwarts, but Gryffindors and Slytherins didn't voluntarily mingle. If either House caught their members doing that, detention with Filch would have been the least of their worries. Since Harry didn't know the Greengrasses that well, he took the time to discover more about them.
Harry discovered that while the Greengrass family was considered a respectable pureblood family, none of the Greengrasses had been involved with Voldemort. That's not to say they loved Muggles. They didn't, but neither did they join the Death Eaters or engage in over-the-top pureblood supremacy rhetoric that the Malfoys and Blacks had been known to believe.
As Harry and Ginny entered the house, he couldn't help noticing that it had more life to it than the last time he was here. Maybe it was because Draco was the master now, or maybe it was because of Astoria's influence. Whatever the reason, the house didn't look as drab as before. More color decorated the hall, with more cheerful-looking portraits lining the wall. If he had to guess, they were portraits of members of her family. He did see Lucius's portrait sneering as the Potters passed it.
The house-elf continued leading them down the hall until they arrived at the dining room. The elf bowed, then Disapparated. Harry held Ginny's hand. She squeezed it, reassuring him that everything was okay. He took a breath, then walked inside.
Harry didn't know what to expect inside. Did the Malfoys plan a large, elaborate feast? Judging by what he saw, they didn't. Instead of the main dining room table, a smaller table was set up. A small candle was in the middle of the table, and it was already set with four plates, glasses and sets of silverware.
He heard footsteps. He turned and saw Malfoy approaching. "I'm sorry I'm late, Potter, but I had a last few things to attend to." He stopped and nodded in greeting to Ginny. "Weasley."
Ginny rolled her eyes. "I'm a Potter now, Malfoy."
Malfoy smirked. "True, but you're still a Weasley."
Before Harry could respond, another voice called out, "Ignore my husband. He knows how to get under one's skin, although he is on his best behavior tonight. Aren't you, Draco?"
"Yes, dear."
Astoria Malfoy smiled as she joined her husband. She wore a strapless green dress, which accentuated her body's curves. For someone from a respectable pureblood family, it looked quite provocative and sexy. Ginny, however, wore a simpler dress, which did nothing to diminish her beauty.
"Dinner should be ready shortly. In the meantime, can I offer you anything to drink?" Astoria asked.
"Some wine would be nice," Harry said.
"A glass for me, as well," Ginny added.
Astoria clapped her hands, and a bottle of wine appeared in thin air. She caught it out of the air, just as four glasses appeared as well. Malfoy grabbed two of them, while Harry and Ginny took their glasses. Astoria poured some wine, before putting the bottle down. She set her glass down long enough to clap her hands again, and the bottle disappeared.
Malfoy ushered them out of the dining room, to a small study. "Now, I'm sure you're wondering why we invited you to dinner," he said.
"The thought had crossed our minds," Harry admitted.
"I mean, we never got along at school," Malfoy continued.
"That's an understatement," Ginny said dryly, causing Astoria to laugh.
"I would love to satisfy your curiosity, but I think we should wait until after dinner," Astoria suggested.
"Let me guess: the reason will be so horrible that you're afraid we might storm out," Harry said.
"Don't worry, Potter. No dark magic is involved," Malfoy said, smirking. Harry noticed that while Malfoy was addressing him, he was actually looking at Ginny. To his surprise, he saw that Malfoy's cheeks were a little pink, like he was embarrassed about something.
"I suppose we could wait until after dinner, assuming the meal is to our liking," Ginny said.
Astoria beamed. "Excellent. Dinner should be ready about now."
* * * * * *
The dinner was delicious. Judging by the satisfied moans from Ginny, he guessed she also enjoyed it. The Malfoys may have been involved with the dark arts, but they knew how to make a good dinner. The two couples talked for a while as they ate dessert. As soon as dessert was over, two elves appeared and started clearing off the dinner table.
Astoria's eyes twinkled as she stood up. "Now, if the two of you would go with us back to the study. We will answer the biggest question on your mind."
Once they were in the study, Malfoy walked to the door, closed and locked it. Harry narrowed his eyes as he reached into his pocket for his wand. Malfoy rolled his eyes. "Don't be so dramatic, Potter. I'm locking the door for some privacy."
"Aren't the house-elves the only ones else here?" Ginny asked.
"Sometimes my parents like to drop in. Once I became the master of the house, they moved to a smaller house in France. I don't think they would like the topic of our discussion," Malfoy replied.
"Which is?" Harry prompted.
Malfoy smirked. "Patience, Potter."
Harry sighed and waited for Malfoy to sit down next to his wife. "Potter, do you remember my father's discussion with Weasley Senior all those years ago?"
Ginny raised her eyebrows. "If by discussion, you mean fight, then we both remember it."
Harry whispered in his wife's ear, "I remember it's the first time you spoke in front of me." She blushed.
"Do you remember what happened before that?"
Harry thought. "You were being a prat, and Ginny stood up to defend me."
"She made an impression on me that day," Malfoy admitted.
Harry narrowed his eyes again. "What kind of impression?"
There was no mistake this time: Malfoy was blushing. "Let's just say if my father knew what I was thinking, he would have tanned my hide and sent me to Durmstrang for the rest of my education."
"And what were you thinking?" Ginny asked, somewhat impatiently.
"How feisty you were, but more importantly, how pretty you were," Malfoy replied.
Harry and Ginny stared at him in disbelief. "What?"
"You heard me: that was the day I started fancying you," Malfoy replied.
Harry stood up, but Ginny pulled him back down. Despite her wish to avoid a fight, Harry knew his wife wasn't any happier about this revelation than he was. "Would you care to explain that?" she asked dangerously.
"It's easy: it was not only your looks that attracted me, but also the fact you stood up to me. Believe me or not, I didn't always like the fact that some people fawned over me." Malfoy shuddered. "I put up a face in front of the rest of the school, but I hated when Pansy practically worshipped me."
"And yet you didn't object to her head being in your lap," Harry pointed out.
Malfoy smirked. "So you admit to eavesdropping on us in sixth year, not that such a confession was necessary. Anyway, back to the matter at hand, I knew you were the type of girl I wanted to marry. Of course, if I dared voice my opinion to my father, he would have killed me. I don't think Mother would have objected too strongly."
Harry didn't know what to say. His school rival had just confessed to fancying Harry's wife. He didn't know whether to laugh or punch him in the face. Instead, he turned to Astoria. "What do you think of this?"
Astoria smiled. "I've known about it for years, even before we married."
"And you didn't object?" Ginny asked incredulously.
Astoria shrugged. "Not really, since I had my own little secret," she replied, turning her attention to Harry.
Ginny's darted between Astoria and Harry. "You fancy Harry?"
Astoria nodded. "Which brings us to a proposal and the reason for tonight's dinner. I think it would be wonderful if we swapped for the night."
Harry blinked. "Swapped?"
Malfoy smirked. "Yes, Potter, a swap. You sleep with my wife, and I sleep with yours."
Harry opened his mouth to object, but felt Ginny pull on his arm. "Can you excuse us for a minute?" This surprised him. He was going to object, and he was sure Ginny would object as well.
Astoria nodded. "Take all the time you need."
"Thank you," Ginny replied, as she pulled Harry from the room. They returned to the dining room for some privacy. "What do you think, Harry?"
He stared at her. "Think? I think it's a crazy idea. It's absolutely mental."
Ginny smiled slyly. "I don't know. I'm actually intrigued by the idea. Remember the fantasies we each have?"
Harry nodded slowly. "Yes. I know we talked about swapping spouses with another couple, but I thought it would be Neville and Luna, not the Malfoys."
Ginny's sly smile turned into a full-fledged grin. "I know, but I don't think the Malfoys know what they're getting themselves into."
Harry saw where she was going with this. "You're right, but are you sure you want to do this? I can tell Malfoy to drop dead."
She shook her head. "I want to do this. I wouldn't have considered this if Malfoy had married that cow Parkinson. Astoria is actually decent."
Harry sighed. "If you're sure, then let's do it." One thing he learned about his wife is that once she made up her mind, it was almost impossible for him to change it.
* * * * * *
Once Harry and Ginny had given their answers, the Malfoys led them on a tour of Malfoy Manor. Maybe Malfoy wasn't as big of a prat anymore, because he wisely avoided the drawing room. Even years later, Harry still had nightmares of Hermione's screams as Bellatrix tortured her. When they approached it, Ginny looked as though they were going to go in, but both Harry and Malfoy shook their heads.
"I'll explain later," Harry whispered. Ginny had an idea what happened, but not the details.
The Potters were led upstairs where they entered the master bedroom. "When Astoria and I married, I made changes to the master bedroom. I took down the wall that had separated my room from my parents', and expanded it," Malfoy explained.
Instead of one king-sized bed, there were two. Harry suspected the second bed would only be there for the night. After inspecting the room, the tour continued with the bathroom. It was even larger and more glamorous than the Prefect's Bathroom at Hogwarts. While the tub wasn't as big, it was still every bit as decorative. There were three taps, one of which Harry assumed would be used for bubbles. Situated near the tub was a shower area, which looked large enough for more than two people.
Malfoy smirked at Harry and Ginny. "I wouldn't be surprised if we all shared it at some point tonight."
"Are you sure we will all fit?" Ginny asked skeptically.
Astoria smiled. "There's only one way to find out."
She walked up to Harry, wrapped her arms around him and started kissing him. He was hesitant at first, almost wanting to look over to Ginny for permission. But they had agreed to this earlier, so his reluctance disappeared quickly. He took her into his arms and started kissing her back enthusiastically.
As they continued kissing, Astoria started backing him up towards the shower area. She removed from hand from around his neck, presumably to beckon Malfoy and Ginny. Harry briefly saw a wicked grin on Malfoy's face as he led Ginny to the shower.
Astoria pulled away, then turned around. Harry got the message immediately and started unzipping her dress. He saw Malfoy kissing Ginny, each tugging on the other's clothing. There was a passionate need to undress. Harry and Astoria, however, wanted to take their time.
Astoria's dress dropped to the floor, giving Harry a good look at her body for the first time. She turned back around, her face slightly pink. Her breasts looked a little larger than Ginny's, a fact he confirmed by gently caressing them.
She smiled at him. "I think it's time that you undressed as well."
Malfoy and Ginny were well ahead of Harry in that regard. Malfoy knelt on the floor as he practically ripped her knickers away from her. Ginny grinned at Harry, before pushing Malfoy's head towards her sex.
Astoria grinned. "Your wife knows what she wants."
Harry pushed his pants down, and replied, "Do you know what you want?"
"I want you to have sex with me like I'm your wife."
Harry smirked. "Are you sure? We tend to tire ourselves out."
As if to prove his point, Ginny let out a loud scream of pleasure, causing Harry and Astoria to watch. Ginny was bracing herself against the shower wall with one hand, while keeping the other hand on Malfoy's head.
"I'm sure I'm up to the challenge. Draco certainly is," Astoria replied, smirking back at Harry. She pulled him back towards her for another kiss.
* * * * * *
Astoria was right. She was up to the challenge. The two couples hadn't turned on the shower, but that didn't stop them from experimenting right then and there. As Malfoy shagged Ginny from behind, Harry slammed Astoria against the wall, practically with every thrust.
If Harry had expected Malfoy's wife to be shy in bed, he was mistaken. Her body met his with every thrust. Her nails scratched his skin harder than Ginny's. He suspected there might be a small scar or two from how deeper her nails penetrated his skin, but he didn't care.
After they finished in the shower area, Malfoy picked up Ginny and carried her to the bedroom. Astoria took Harry's hand and practically dragged him there as well. Harry saw Malfoy push Ginny onto the bed before climbing on top of her. Harry smirked as Ginny wagged her finger and flipped them around so she was on top.
As Harry shagged Astoria, she gripped the sheet with one hand, while continuing to cling to Harry with the other. The wives' moans were so loud, it was like they were having a contest. Knowing Malfoy, Harry assumed he was trying to have a contest, to see who could make their partner climax first.
Even though the Malfoys were surprised by their partners' vigorous lovemaking skills, they continued to give as good as they got. Still, after years of sex with Ginny, Harry knew when she was close. Malfoy continued thrusting up into her, not appreciating the subtle signs she was giving. Harry knew they both had a ways to go.
However, since Harry was unfamiliar with Astoria's body, that fact rang true for him as well. Even though she was louder than he suspected she would be, it was difficult to tell how close she was to her release. Regardless, Harry pressed on.
Both couples ended up facing each other, as the men shagged their partners from behind. Ginny's eyes were closed, screams of pleasure escaping her mouth. Astoria, however, had returned to softer moans. Harry heard Ginny urging Malfoy on in between screams. Astoria wasn't letting Harry know if she was close. Apparently, she was willing to let him guess.
He didn't want to come until she did, but he was close, too close. He tried slowing down his thrusts, but an exasperated snarl from Astoria killed that idea. So, he pressed on. He was getting closer, closer, closer.
Finally, Harry couldn't hold himself back any longer. With a loud moan, he emptied himself into her, triggering her own release. Her cries started softly, then gradually grew louder until they echoed around the bedroom. Ginny accompanied Astoria over the edge as Malfoy brought her to her own climax.
Harry didn't know how much time had passed, but the next thing he knew, he was sitting in bed, with Astoria on his lap. She moaned softly as he continued caressing her skin. Harry watched as Malfoy and Ginny were in bed, with their arms around each other.
"You know, Potter? I'm jealous. Weasley really knows how to shag," Malfoy smirked.
Ginny rolled her eyes, but Harry saw her smile. "Well, if you want to shag me again, Malfoy, you'll call me Ginny."
"I will, if you call me Draco," he countered.
"Let's leave them to it," Harry whispered.
Astoria grinned. "That's a good idea, since we have the rest of the night, and I'm not fully satisfied."
Harry grinned as he positioned himself for another round.
The End
Author/Artist: lrthunder
Characters: Harry, Astoria, Draco, Ginny
Prompt number: #173
Word Count: 2,909
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Consensual infidelity, exhibitionism, voyeurism
Summary: The Malfoys make a surprising offer to the Potters. Even more surprising, Ginny accepts.
Disclaimer: I don't own the rights to any of the characters and I'm not making any money off of this story.
Author’s Notes: Thanks to sirmioneforever for this wonderful prompt. I enjoyed writing it.
Harry was a prisoner the last time he was at Malfoy Manor, having been captured by the Snatchers. It was bad enough that they had discovered his identity, but to hear Hermione being tortured gave him nightmares for weeks. He only imagined what nightmares his best friends experienced. He had sworn that he would never step foot in the Malfoys' home again, willingly or otherwise.
Yet, here he was, along with Ginny. A couple of weeks ago, he had received a surprise letter from the Malfoys, inviting the Potters to dinner. Harry wanted to reject the invitation, but surprisingly, it was Ginny who convinced him to accept. After a couple of days of thinking it over, Harry agreed. The main reason he accepted the invitation was Malfoy's wife. It wasn't Pansy Parkinson or Millicent Bulstrode, but Astoria Greengrass.
He didn't know either Greengrass sister that well. Astoria's older sister was in his year at Hogwarts, but Gryffindors and Slytherins didn't voluntarily mingle. If either House caught their members doing that, detention with Filch would have been the least of their worries. Since Harry didn't know the Greengrasses that well, he took the time to discover more about them.
Harry discovered that while the Greengrass family was considered a respectable pureblood family, none of the Greengrasses had been involved with Voldemort. That's not to say they loved Muggles. They didn't, but neither did they join the Death Eaters or engage in over-the-top pureblood supremacy rhetoric that the Malfoys and Blacks had been known to believe.
As Harry and Ginny entered the house, he couldn't help noticing that it had more life to it than the last time he was here. Maybe it was because Draco was the master now, or maybe it was because of Astoria's influence. Whatever the reason, the house didn't look as drab as before. More color decorated the hall, with more cheerful-looking portraits lining the wall. If he had to guess, they were portraits of members of her family. He did see Lucius's portrait sneering as the Potters passed it.
The house-elf continued leading them down the hall until they arrived at the dining room. The elf bowed, then Disapparated. Harry held Ginny's hand. She squeezed it, reassuring him that everything was okay. He took a breath, then walked inside.
Harry didn't know what to expect inside. Did the Malfoys plan a large, elaborate feast? Judging by what he saw, they didn't. Instead of the main dining room table, a smaller table was set up. A small candle was in the middle of the table, and it was already set with four plates, glasses and sets of silverware.
He heard footsteps. He turned and saw Malfoy approaching. "I'm sorry I'm late, Potter, but I had a last few things to attend to." He stopped and nodded in greeting to Ginny. "Weasley."
Ginny rolled her eyes. "I'm a Potter now, Malfoy."
Malfoy smirked. "True, but you're still a Weasley."
Before Harry could respond, another voice called out, "Ignore my husband. He knows how to get under one's skin, although he is on his best behavior tonight. Aren't you, Draco?"
"Yes, dear."
Astoria Malfoy smiled as she joined her husband. She wore a strapless green dress, which accentuated her body's curves. For someone from a respectable pureblood family, it looked quite provocative and sexy. Ginny, however, wore a simpler dress, which did nothing to diminish her beauty.
"Dinner should be ready shortly. In the meantime, can I offer you anything to drink?" Astoria asked.
"Some wine would be nice," Harry said.
"A glass for me, as well," Ginny added.
Astoria clapped her hands, and a bottle of wine appeared in thin air. She caught it out of the air, just as four glasses appeared as well. Malfoy grabbed two of them, while Harry and Ginny took their glasses. Astoria poured some wine, before putting the bottle down. She set her glass down long enough to clap her hands again, and the bottle disappeared.
Malfoy ushered them out of the dining room, to a small study. "Now, I'm sure you're wondering why we invited you to dinner," he said.
"The thought had crossed our minds," Harry admitted.
"I mean, we never got along at school," Malfoy continued.
"That's an understatement," Ginny said dryly, causing Astoria to laugh.
"I would love to satisfy your curiosity, but I think we should wait until after dinner," Astoria suggested.
"Let me guess: the reason will be so horrible that you're afraid we might storm out," Harry said.
"Don't worry, Potter. No dark magic is involved," Malfoy said, smirking. Harry noticed that while Malfoy was addressing him, he was actually looking at Ginny. To his surprise, he saw that Malfoy's cheeks were a little pink, like he was embarrassed about something.
"I suppose we could wait until after dinner, assuming the meal is to our liking," Ginny said.
Astoria beamed. "Excellent. Dinner should be ready about now."
* * * * * *
The dinner was delicious. Judging by the satisfied moans from Ginny, he guessed she also enjoyed it. The Malfoys may have been involved with the dark arts, but they knew how to make a good dinner. The two couples talked for a while as they ate dessert. As soon as dessert was over, two elves appeared and started clearing off the dinner table.
Astoria's eyes twinkled as she stood up. "Now, if the two of you would go with us back to the study. We will answer the biggest question on your mind."
Once they were in the study, Malfoy walked to the door, closed and locked it. Harry narrowed his eyes as he reached into his pocket for his wand. Malfoy rolled his eyes. "Don't be so dramatic, Potter. I'm locking the door for some privacy."
"Aren't the house-elves the only ones else here?" Ginny asked.
"Sometimes my parents like to drop in. Once I became the master of the house, they moved to a smaller house in France. I don't think they would like the topic of our discussion," Malfoy replied.
"Which is?" Harry prompted.
Malfoy smirked. "Patience, Potter."
Harry sighed and waited for Malfoy to sit down next to his wife. "Potter, do you remember my father's discussion with Weasley Senior all those years ago?"
Ginny raised her eyebrows. "If by discussion, you mean fight, then we both remember it."
Harry whispered in his wife's ear, "I remember it's the first time you spoke in front of me." She blushed.
"Do you remember what happened before that?"
Harry thought. "You were being a prat, and Ginny stood up to defend me."
"She made an impression on me that day," Malfoy admitted.
Harry narrowed his eyes again. "What kind of impression?"
There was no mistake this time: Malfoy was blushing. "Let's just say if my father knew what I was thinking, he would have tanned my hide and sent me to Durmstrang for the rest of my education."
"And what were you thinking?" Ginny asked, somewhat impatiently.
"How feisty you were, but more importantly, how pretty you were," Malfoy replied.
Harry and Ginny stared at him in disbelief. "What?"
"You heard me: that was the day I started fancying you," Malfoy replied.
Harry stood up, but Ginny pulled him back down. Despite her wish to avoid a fight, Harry knew his wife wasn't any happier about this revelation than he was. "Would you care to explain that?" she asked dangerously.
"It's easy: it was not only your looks that attracted me, but also the fact you stood up to me. Believe me or not, I didn't always like the fact that some people fawned over me." Malfoy shuddered. "I put up a face in front of the rest of the school, but I hated when Pansy practically worshipped me."
"And yet you didn't object to her head being in your lap," Harry pointed out.
Malfoy smirked. "So you admit to eavesdropping on us in sixth year, not that such a confession was necessary. Anyway, back to the matter at hand, I knew you were the type of girl I wanted to marry. Of course, if I dared voice my opinion to my father, he would have killed me. I don't think Mother would have objected too strongly."
Harry didn't know what to say. His school rival had just confessed to fancying Harry's wife. He didn't know whether to laugh or punch him in the face. Instead, he turned to Astoria. "What do you think of this?"
Astoria smiled. "I've known about it for years, even before we married."
"And you didn't object?" Ginny asked incredulously.
Astoria shrugged. "Not really, since I had my own little secret," she replied, turning her attention to Harry.
Ginny's darted between Astoria and Harry. "You fancy Harry?"
Astoria nodded. "Which brings us to a proposal and the reason for tonight's dinner. I think it would be wonderful if we swapped for the night."
Harry blinked. "Swapped?"
Malfoy smirked. "Yes, Potter, a swap. You sleep with my wife, and I sleep with yours."
Harry opened his mouth to object, but felt Ginny pull on his arm. "Can you excuse us for a minute?" This surprised him. He was going to object, and he was sure Ginny would object as well.
Astoria nodded. "Take all the time you need."
"Thank you," Ginny replied, as she pulled Harry from the room. They returned to the dining room for some privacy. "What do you think, Harry?"
He stared at her. "Think? I think it's a crazy idea. It's absolutely mental."
Ginny smiled slyly. "I don't know. I'm actually intrigued by the idea. Remember the fantasies we each have?"
Harry nodded slowly. "Yes. I know we talked about swapping spouses with another couple, but I thought it would be Neville and Luna, not the Malfoys."
Ginny's sly smile turned into a full-fledged grin. "I know, but I don't think the Malfoys know what they're getting themselves into."
Harry saw where she was going with this. "You're right, but are you sure you want to do this? I can tell Malfoy to drop dead."
She shook her head. "I want to do this. I wouldn't have considered this if Malfoy had married that cow Parkinson. Astoria is actually decent."
Harry sighed. "If you're sure, then let's do it." One thing he learned about his wife is that once she made up her mind, it was almost impossible for him to change it.
* * * * * *
Once Harry and Ginny had given their answers, the Malfoys led them on a tour of Malfoy Manor. Maybe Malfoy wasn't as big of a prat anymore, because he wisely avoided the drawing room. Even years later, Harry still had nightmares of Hermione's screams as Bellatrix tortured her. When they approached it, Ginny looked as though they were going to go in, but both Harry and Malfoy shook their heads.
"I'll explain later," Harry whispered. Ginny had an idea what happened, but not the details.
The Potters were led upstairs where they entered the master bedroom. "When Astoria and I married, I made changes to the master bedroom. I took down the wall that had separated my room from my parents', and expanded it," Malfoy explained.
Instead of one king-sized bed, there were two. Harry suspected the second bed would only be there for the night. After inspecting the room, the tour continued with the bathroom. It was even larger and more glamorous than the Prefect's Bathroom at Hogwarts. While the tub wasn't as big, it was still every bit as decorative. There were three taps, one of which Harry assumed would be used for bubbles. Situated near the tub was a shower area, which looked large enough for more than two people.
Malfoy smirked at Harry and Ginny. "I wouldn't be surprised if we all shared it at some point tonight."
"Are you sure we will all fit?" Ginny asked skeptically.
Astoria smiled. "There's only one way to find out."
She walked up to Harry, wrapped her arms around him and started kissing him. He was hesitant at first, almost wanting to look over to Ginny for permission. But they had agreed to this earlier, so his reluctance disappeared quickly. He took her into his arms and started kissing her back enthusiastically.
As they continued kissing, Astoria started backing him up towards the shower area. She removed from hand from around his neck, presumably to beckon Malfoy and Ginny. Harry briefly saw a wicked grin on Malfoy's face as he led Ginny to the shower.
Astoria pulled away, then turned around. Harry got the message immediately and started unzipping her dress. He saw Malfoy kissing Ginny, each tugging on the other's clothing. There was a passionate need to undress. Harry and Astoria, however, wanted to take their time.
Astoria's dress dropped to the floor, giving Harry a good look at her body for the first time. She turned back around, her face slightly pink. Her breasts looked a little larger than Ginny's, a fact he confirmed by gently caressing them.
She smiled at him. "I think it's time that you undressed as well."
Malfoy and Ginny were well ahead of Harry in that regard. Malfoy knelt on the floor as he practically ripped her knickers away from her. Ginny grinned at Harry, before pushing Malfoy's head towards her sex.
Astoria grinned. "Your wife knows what she wants."
Harry pushed his pants down, and replied, "Do you know what you want?"
"I want you to have sex with me like I'm your wife."
Harry smirked. "Are you sure? We tend to tire ourselves out."
As if to prove his point, Ginny let out a loud scream of pleasure, causing Harry and Astoria to watch. Ginny was bracing herself against the shower wall with one hand, while keeping the other hand on Malfoy's head.
"I'm sure I'm up to the challenge. Draco certainly is," Astoria replied, smirking back at Harry. She pulled him back towards her for another kiss.
* * * * * *
Astoria was right. She was up to the challenge. The two couples hadn't turned on the shower, but that didn't stop them from experimenting right then and there. As Malfoy shagged Ginny from behind, Harry slammed Astoria against the wall, practically with every thrust.
If Harry had expected Malfoy's wife to be shy in bed, he was mistaken. Her body met his with every thrust. Her nails scratched his skin harder than Ginny's. He suspected there might be a small scar or two from how deeper her nails penetrated his skin, but he didn't care.
After they finished in the shower area, Malfoy picked up Ginny and carried her to the bedroom. Astoria took Harry's hand and practically dragged him there as well. Harry saw Malfoy push Ginny onto the bed before climbing on top of her. Harry smirked as Ginny wagged her finger and flipped them around so she was on top.
As Harry shagged Astoria, she gripped the sheet with one hand, while continuing to cling to Harry with the other. The wives' moans were so loud, it was like they were having a contest. Knowing Malfoy, Harry assumed he was trying to have a contest, to see who could make their partner climax first.
Even though the Malfoys were surprised by their partners' vigorous lovemaking skills, they continued to give as good as they got. Still, after years of sex with Ginny, Harry knew when she was close. Malfoy continued thrusting up into her, not appreciating the subtle signs she was giving. Harry knew they both had a ways to go.
However, since Harry was unfamiliar with Astoria's body, that fact rang true for him as well. Even though she was louder than he suspected she would be, it was difficult to tell how close she was to her release. Regardless, Harry pressed on.
Both couples ended up facing each other, as the men shagged their partners from behind. Ginny's eyes were closed, screams of pleasure escaping her mouth. Astoria, however, had returned to softer moans. Harry heard Ginny urging Malfoy on in between screams. Astoria wasn't letting Harry know if she was close. Apparently, she was willing to let him guess.
He didn't want to come until she did, but he was close, too close. He tried slowing down his thrusts, but an exasperated snarl from Astoria killed that idea. So, he pressed on. He was getting closer, closer, closer.
Finally, Harry couldn't hold himself back any longer. With a loud moan, he emptied himself into her, triggering her own release. Her cries started softly, then gradually grew louder until they echoed around the bedroom. Ginny accompanied Astoria over the edge as Malfoy brought her to her own climax.
Harry didn't know how much time had passed, but the next thing he knew, he was sitting in bed, with Astoria on his lap. She moaned softly as he continued caressing her skin. Harry watched as Malfoy and Ginny were in bed, with their arms around each other.
"You know, Potter? I'm jealous. Weasley really knows how to shag," Malfoy smirked.
Ginny rolled her eyes, but Harry saw her smile. "Well, if you want to shag me again, Malfoy, you'll call me Ginny."
"I will, if you call me Draco," he countered.
"Let's leave them to it," Harry whispered.
Astoria grinned. "That's a good idea, since we have the rest of the night, and I'm not fully satisfied."
Harry grinned as he positioned himself for another round.
The End