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Hermione and Draco relaxed side by side in bed, each perusing their own novel when Theo finally returned home from his meeting. The three had been together for a few months now and had found a flat soon after finishing Hogwarts, slipping into a routine far more easily than Hermione had ever expected.
Theo began unbuttoning his collared shirt, eager as ever to change to more casual clothes despite - or perhaps because of - his aristocratic upbringing. Hermione noticed Draco's eyes slip over the top of his book to watch. Hermione chewed her bottom lip as she remembered something Theo had mentioned early on in their relationship.
"What's on your mind, gorgeous?" Theo asked, eyeing her expression. Hermione flushed.
"Oh, nothing."
Theo crawled towards her from the foot of the bed, shirt hanging open and smirk on his face. "That face never means 'nothing,' love. Spill."
Draco reached over and tugged her bottom lip out from between her teeth with her thumb, wearing a grin that still made her heart flutter. "What could you possibly be thinking about to cause a blush like that, Granger?" Hermione scrunched her face at their teasing.
"I just remembered back a while ago when you, Theo, mentioned that you and Draco had been together. You know, before," she waved her hand vaguely between the three of them.
"And?" Theo asked, still on his hands and knees.
"I was just…thinking," Hermione said. "About that. And you two." Her throat started getting dry.
"What about us?" Draco slyly added, enjoying her shyness. "You've seen us together."
Hermione crossed her arms in front of her chest defensively. "Well, yeah I guess, but it's always as part of the three of us. I've never seen just the two of you…you know. Go at it." Theo tried to hide a snicker as he sat back on his haunches. "And so I was wondering about who prefers to be…" Hermione trailed off.
"You want to know who tops and who bottoms?" Theo asked, grinning. Hermione just stuck her tongue out at them.
Draco chimed in, "We're not picky. But you know Theo. He likes to call the shots no matter where he is. Bossy, that one."
"Excuse me," Theo said, having once again stood up at the end of the bed. "You enjoy it."
Draco shrugged in a take-it-or-leave-it sort of way that Hermione could see crawled all over Theo's last nerve. His expression hardened. He wandlessly and wordlessly accioed a pillow from the head of the bed and threw it down at his feet. Hermione felt a jolt of arousal at both the display of power and the intensity of his gaze on Draco.
"I'll show you bossy. Kneel, Malfoy," Theo said, voice hard. Hermione looked at Draco to gauge his response. He got up easily, his face was mostly blank. Mostly, but Hermione saw the corners of his mouth twitch before he stopped them. He gracefully knelt down on the cushion before Theo, looking up at the dark-haired man silently.
"Don't think I didn't see your smirk," Theo said, looking down on Draco and using his height to his full advantage, towering over him. "Thinking you manipulated me into giving you what you wanted, you little slut."
Hermione's eyes widened at Theo's words. The boys had talked dirty with her but they'd never used any derogatory names. She was a bit surprised at her own reaction to it. It wasn't all negative if the state of her knickers had anything to say about it.
Draco surprised her by simply grinning openly back at Theo. "Whatever you say." Then his voice lowered huskily, "Boss." Theo's eyes fluttered slightly before he regained control of himself.
"Take me out and get to it, Malfoy," Theo commanded. "You know what I like."
Draco wasted no time in unfastening Theo's trousers and Hermione could see his pants already tented underneath. She herself was breathing heavier, but tried not to distract her boys from whatever scene they'd found themselves a part of. This was more exciting than she'd even been imagining.
Draco lowered Theo's clothes halfway down his thighs. The darker trail leading down from Theo's navel contrasted beautifully with Draco's own silvery head of hair. Theo's chest was still framed by the navy blue shirt he'd been distracted from removing. A tiny part of Hermione's brain begged her not to point out his mistake.
Theo inhaled sharply as Draco's strong hand encircled the base of his shaft. The blond wasted no time taking the full length into his mouth, causing Theo to grunt as the tip hit the back of Draco's throat. Hermione had to bite her fist to keep from gasping in surprise at the lack of gag reflex.
"Fucking hell, Draco," Theo moaned, running his fingers through the other man's silky hair. He scratched Malfoy's scalp making him groan in contentment, mouth still full of Theo. The vibrations in his throat from the noise sent Theo's eyes rolling into the back of his head.
As slowly as possible so as not to interrupt the show before her, Hermione slipped her skirt up and rubbed the wet patch already present at the center of her knickers. She couldn't move her eyes away from the two handsome men at the foot of her bed.
She followed Draco's empty hand as it moved underneath the waistband of the joggers he wore low on his hips. The movement wasn't unnoticed by Theo either.
"What's that, Draco," Theo asked quietly. "Getting hard from having my cock down your throat?"
Draco nodded, looking up at Theo with wide eyes as he slipped his mouth up and down the brunette's hard shaft.
"Well, at least let me watch," Theo whispered and Draco slipped the joggers down. He wasn't wearing anything underneath them. Hermione could see the tendons in his forearms flex as he gripped himself again without the fabric barrier.
She considered licking them.
She slipped two fingers under her own now useless underwear and bit back a moan at how slick she felt. Her fingers slipped easily between her folds. She began to unbutton her own top with her other hand, seeking skin.
"Circe's tits, Draco," Theo muttered in a gravelly tone. "I just want to fuck your goddamn throat."
Draco hummed back at him.
"Would you like that?" Theo asked. "For me to just wank myself off with your mouth?"
"Mhmm," Draco nodded.
Hermione bit her lip listening to the exchange. She pulled the cups of her bra down under her breasts and pinched one of her nipples. Hard.
She whimpered and Theo finally looked up at the third member of their party.
"Gods above, you are fucking hot touching yourself like that witch."
Draco cut his eyes sideways to look at her without ever letting Theo out of his mouth. Hermione didn't know how his jaw wasn't on fire. Or maybe it was and he just didn't care.
"You like watching me have my way with Draco, love?" Theo smirked at her.
"Fuck yes." She sounded absolutely breathless. Both of her boys looked smug even if Draco's smirk was around Theo's cock.
"Strip for us then so we can see just how much you like it," Theo told her.
"Draco's right. You are bossy," she teased. Draco snorted.
His eyes flashed and he waved his hand at her, vanishing her clothes.
"You think so? Just watch me."
Hermione's skin broke out in goosebumps from the sudden chill but inside she was on fire. She was tugging at her left nipple, twisting it slightly, as her right hand danced figure eights over her clit.
Theo whispered, "tap for a break," before he ran both hands through Draco's hair and grabbed handfuls with each. He started thrusting his hips. Draco held onto Theo's hip with one hand for balance and had an apparent death grip on himself with the other.
Hermione was trapped between overwhelming arousal on one hand and empathy for how uncomfortable Draco looked with the other. But he didn't appear to mind. She heard a muffled, choking groan from deep in his throat during one of Theo's deeper thrusts and watched his silver eyes roll back. He seemed in ecstasy and his hand moved over his own cock almost faster than Hermione's eyes could follow.
"Oh fucking fuck. You feel so good. So fucking, fucking good." Theo began babbling garbled praise as Draco took everything he gave. "Yes, Draco. Fuck!"
Draco took sharp breaths through his nose, occasionally letting out a whine but never tapping out.
"I'm. Going. To. Come. Down. Your. Gods. Damn. Throat." Theo punctuated each word with a thrust.
Hermione was so close. Her men were beautiful, but they usually treated her so much more delicately. Tonight they were aggressive. Raw. Powerful.
And she loved it.
"Fuck. Draco!" Theo yelled his release. Hermione watched Draco's throat swallow repeatedly as his entire body jerked and his own come shot over his hand and Theo's legs.
She came with lights behind her eyes and no idea what noises she most certainly made. Her men, to their delight, heard their names on her lips.
She opened her eyes to find Theo kneeling in front of Draco on the floor, kissing his forehead before helping him up off his stiff knees. The men finished shucking off the clothes they were halfway wearing and joined her in the bed. She kissed them both before pulling the covers over the three of them.
"So…did that satisfy your curiosity?" Theo finally asked minutes later.
"And then some."
"Glad to be of service," Draco said.
"In more ways than one." Theo chuckled.
They all fell asleep looking forward to the next time Hermione's curiosity got the best of them.