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Assistant: Title: Smooth Sailings
        Author: houseofemerald houseofemerald 
        Chapter: 1/1 
        Summary: Hermione Granger attends a hen party on the ferry from York to Amsterdam.Her friends have gone wild and she found herself sitting at the bar, alone.But not for long. Draco Malfoy finds himself on the same boat, as does Theodore Nott.
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              Hermione Granger attends a hen party on the ferry from York to Amsterdam.Her friends have gone wild and she found herself sitting at the bar, alone.But not for long. Draco Malfoy finds himself on the same boat, as does Theodore Nott.
            
        

        
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      I squeezed this out in less than four hours, english isn't my first language, it's almost morning, I have to get up in three hours to tend to the kids and well, I don't have a beta reader. (All mistakes are my own, the characters are not.)but the vibes are here and I hope you'll love it.i'm too tired to think of tags, I'll update them tomorrow. If you have recs, please let me know.and if you have any good dreomione recs, find me on instagram @itshouseofemerald
    

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  Hermione took a sip from her espresso martini and looked around the bar. It was a Friday night, spirits were high, drinks were plentiful and the music was loud. One of her Muggle friends, Patty, had invited her to her hen-party and that was the sort of thing you just really couldn’t say no to. Well, she couldn’t. So, here she was, on the ferry to Amsterdam. Why? Because she lacked a f@ck@ng backbone. She had opted to meet her friends there, taking a Floo to a shop in the Warmoesstraat, but no. Patty had said the cruise - she actually called it a cruise in stead of ferry -  was part of the experience.

  Her friends had been drunk at supper. The ferry hadn’t even departed yet. Hermione wasn’t a big fan of Muggle drinks. She preferred the soft butterbeers, a firewhiskey on celebrations. When meeting with her Muggle friends she could appreciate an espresso martini, but she would never be as unashamedly p@ss@d – in public – as her friends were right now. Patty had a d@ld@ plastered on her forehead, which was sure to leave a mark, and they were howling like a wild pack of wolves. They hadn’t even noticed Hermione taking a seat at the bar.

  ‘Do you mind?’ A low voice asked from her left.

  She knew that voice. The fact she heard it in a Muggle environment threw her off so she didn’t fully comprehend.

  ‘I’m sorry?’ As she turned, a perfectly styled white haired tree of a man stood next to the barstool.

  ‘Malfoy?’

  ‘Granger.’ He drawled.

  ‘What the hell are you doing here?’

  ‘I could ask you the same thing.’ He countered.

  ‘Well, seeing me on a boat filled with Muggles isn’t 
  
    that
  
   weird.’

  ‘It is knowing you could just as easily Floo, apparate or Portkey.’

  Hermione sighed. There was truth in that. He was still standing, so she motioned to the stool so he could take it.

  ‘I’m on a hen party.’

  ‘This boat is filled with animal themed parties tonight.’ Draco said dry.

  ‘A hen party is…’ She started to explain.

  ‘I know what it is, Granger. I found myself attending a stag party this weekend.’ He drawled.

  ‘I’m sorry, you what?’

  ‘You’re not the only one with Muggle friends.’

  Hermione just sat there, flabbergasted.

  ‘War reparations, counseling, immersive experiences, all that sh@t@. Even studied at a Muggle university, albeit shortly. But it did leave me with new acquaintances who were quite fun to hang out with. And, nobody magical wanted to have anything to do with me after the war, so there weren’t many options. So yes, Granger, I have Muggle friends as well.’

  ‘Who would’ve thought.’ She mumbled and took another sip.

  Draco ordered a whiskey and turned his stool to face the crowds. ‘Where are your friends?’

  Hermione didn’t even turn. ‘The one with the p@n@s on her head to your right, and the girls with her.’

  ‘Aha.’ He snorted. ‘You’re not a big fan of penises stuck on heads?’

  ‘I could do without.’ She shrugged.

  ‘Penises?’

  ‘F@ck you Malfoy.’ She wouldn’t take the bait.

  Draco shook his head with a smirk and tasted his whiskey. ‘This is actually pretty good.’

  ‘Where are your friends?’

  ‘In the Irish Pub on the other deck. They became quite, err, loud.’

  ‘Got to love stag and hen parties.’ Hermione said as she raised her glass to his for a toast.

  ‘Here, here.’ He clinked his against hers.

  ‘What in Salazars name are you drinking?’

  ‘Espresso martini.’

  ‘That’s two drinks, is it not?’

  ‘It’s called a c@cktail, they are mixed.’

  ‘So you’re not only getting p@ss@d but hyped too if you drink too many of those?’

  ‘I never drink too many of these.’

  ‘Sure you wouldn’t.’

  ‘What’s that supposed to mean?’ She asked almost angrily.

  ‘Well, that it just doesn’t surprise me you don’t know how to party.’

  ‘I know how to party, Malfoy.’

  ‘Do you?’ He raised an eyebrow.

  ---

  Before she could answer, the stool to her right swayed to her with its new occupant.

  ‘Malfoy. Granger. Fancy meeting you here.’

  Draco and Hermione looked at the man with the brown curls, green eyes and bright smile.

  ‘Nott?’ Hermione asked, doubt lacing her voice and at the same time Draco drawled out an elongated 
  
    Theodore
  
  .

  He just grinned and waved to the barkeeper. ‘What he’s having,’ and he pointed at Draco his glass. ‘And another one for the lady.’

  ‘No, I – ‘

  ‘It’s impolite to refuse a drink, Miss Granger.’ Theo cut her off.

  ‘I was going to bed after this one.’

  Draco looked at his watch. ‘It’s only half past nine.’

  ‘Yes well, I’m sharing a cabin with four of them,’ she motioned to her friends, still howling and singing along with the music way too loud. ‘I figured if I’m asleep before them, I can actually get some rest.’

  ‘Or, you could drink some more of these,’ Theo waved at the now full glass, ‘and have an alcohol induced nap.’

  ‘Wait, Nott, why are you here?’ Hermione asked. This was getting weirder by the minute.

  ‘I have a Dutch Muggle business associate who thinks it’s necessary to pick me up himself whenever I travel there for a meeting so I can’t Floo in, Portkeying somewhere like an airport is too risky and I hate flying airplanes so this is the next best thing.’

  ‘There is a train, you know? That’s much faster.’

  Theo looked at her, appalled. ‘You know that goes 
  
    underneath
  
   the sea, right? How do they have a train, travel through a tunnel, submersed into water? Nope, not going to happen.’

  Hermione laughed to herself. Those pureblood wizards with their distrust of actual engineering whilst practicing magic daily, doing things utterly impossible. She shook her head.

  ‘Why are you here?’ Theo countered. ‘Please tell me you’re here together because I could do with a bit of good gossip.’

  ‘Why would you think we are here together?’ Hermione said pointedly.

  ‘Oh you know…’ Theo started but Draco cut in.

  ‘We’re both attending Muggle parties.’

  ‘Aha. I see.’ Theo sipped his whiskey. ‘And why aren’t you with your parties?’

  Hermione pointed at her friends. ‘That’s why.’

  ‘You know the poor girl will have a suction mark on her head for at least a whole day, right?’ Theo snickered.

  ‘Are you intimately familiar with d@ld@’s, Nott?’

  Malfoy choked on his drink.

  ‘Maybe I am.’ Theo winked at her, which made Hermione choke on 
  
    her
  
   drink.

  F@ck. She never expected a comeback like that. The martini’s had made her a bit more cheeky, and she really had been planning on stopping with drinking just now because she could feel she leaned more towards tipsy rather than sober.

  ‘And your friends, Dray?’

  ‘Somewhere on another deck, already as p@ss@d as newt.’

  Theo chuckled. ‘Muggles, muggles. Let’s have our own party.’

  ‘I’m sorry?’ Hermione asked. ‘Why should we?’

  ‘Because it would be fun?’ Theo smiled.

  Draco just swirled his drink and looked at it.

  ‘Why would you want to party with 
  
    me
  
  ?’

  ‘Granger, I always wanted to party with you, but you never left the sodding library.’

  ‘Bl@@dy hell Theo, as if you did anything other than study?’ Draco interjected.

  Theo laughed. ‘But, I also did party. Slytherin Common Room parties were the best. Well. Before. You know.’

  The three of them all hummed an affirmation and took a sip.

  ‘So you weren’t friends back then?’ Hermione looked at both men.

  ‘We’ve been friends from before we could talk, actually.’ Theo answered. ‘Our interest at Hogwarts just, well… Differed.’

  Draco shook his head. ‘You could also say I was an utter sh@t@.’

  ‘Yes, that too.’ Theo winked.

  Hermione had never seen much of Theodore Nott at Hogwarts. He never really stood out. She knew he was there, his name always had been on top of every class list, just below hers. Why didn’t she remember more of him? How come they had never talked? Seeing him now, here? He had a lightness flowing off him, a smile that made her feel instantly comfortable and he made her want to laugh. He was handsome, utterly beautiful, full of personality, and that just didn’t line up with the memories she had of him.

  ‘Have you – err… ’ Draco said to Hermione.

  ‘Yes, Malfoy. I got your letter.’ Hermione took another sip. She hoped the conversation wouldn’t dive in the deep end and drag up all the memories of the war.

  ‘Ok. Good.’ He took a big sip himself.

  ‘Why haven’t you sent me a letter?’ Theo asked him, mocked hurt on his face.

  ‘Theodore.’ Draco drawled.

  Theo chuckled. ‘What did he write?’ Theo whispered in Hermione her ear.

  She startled from his nearness. His warm breath against her ear. His hand on her shoulder. She was way too aware of him.

  ‘He apologized.’ Hermione shrugged. It had been at least a decade. She had accepted his apology. Spoke at his trial, for Godrics sake. She had forgiven him. She just didn’t want to get into it tonight. Not whilst drinking. Nope. Not going to happen.

  ‘Good boy.’ Theo clapped Draco on the shoulder, half his body pressed against Hermione's body.

  ‘F@ck off, Nott.’

  ‘Barkeep, another round!’ Theo shouted.

  ‘No, no, Nott, no I can’t.’

  ‘Be a good girl, Hermione, and take what’s offered.’ Theo winked.

  A good girl? Why wasn’t she appalled by the way he called her a 
  
    good girl?
  
   She scoffed.

  ‘Ok, but this is the last one. I swear. I’m going to bed after this.’

  Theo put his hands on his chest and looked at her as if he was taking a boy scouts oath. ‘Me too.’

  Draco shook his head and grinned. ‘If you give him an inch, Granger.’

  ‘I’ll need more than an inch.’ Theo waggled his eyebrows.

  For f@ck sakes, what did she get herself into. And what was with his innuendos? Was he into guys? Oh Godric, was he hitting on Malfoy?!

  Draco excused himself to go to the bathroom, so, boldened by the booze, she just asked.

  ‘Are you flirting with Malfoy?’

  Theo burst out laughing. ‘No love, just messing with him. He doesn’t do wizards.’

  ‘But, you – err, do?’

  ‘Sometimes.’ He shrugged. ‘I don’t care, really. It’s about the person.’

  Hermione took a sip and thought that through.

  ‘So you have tried flirting with him.’

  Theodore laughed again. ‘Granger, really, have you seen him? He looks like a blonde god, of course I tried.’

  ‘He does look fit.’ As soon as she said it, she stilled. Her hand clasped in front of her mouth. F@ck@ng martinis. It worked as veritaserum on her.

  Theo snickered. ‘You know he had a crush on you, back on Hogwarts, right?’

  ‘Nooooooo, he didn’t.’ Hermione said, shocked.

  ‘Who didn’t do what?’ Draco asked as he sat down again.

  ‘Nothing.’ Hermione quickly said.

  Draco looked at her, then at Theo. ‘Right.’

  They drank together some more. Hermione actually had fun. Both men were funny, had a quick wit and made her laugh. They were smart too, they could keep up a conversation. Even whilst drinking. Against better judgment, Hermione drank two more espresso martinis before returning to her cabin. Theo had asked for her cell number so he could call her after the weekend, and because he had made her laugh so much, she couldn’t see a reason for not giving it. As soon as she entered the small space, she could hear someone barfing in the little bathroom, the smell of alcohol and sickness molesting her nostrils. How the hell was she supposed to sleep like this? She quickly grabbed her bag and went outside. Caring for her drunk friends, she could do, but being holed up with them in a tiny, tiny cabin whilst they were barfing their stomachs out? No windows to be opened? No magic to be used? F@ck no.

  Walking the long corridor of the ship, she thought about her night. Her friends never missed her at their table, and she actually had fun, against all odds. And the odds had taken a turn the moment the two snakes had entered the picture. But, without them, she wouldn’t have enjoyed the night as she had. Now she only had to get through this night, would have fun with her friends tomorrow, and Sunday, she would go to the magical shop on the Warmoesstraat and find a better way home. No more booze filled ferries for her. If need be, she would catch a bl@@dy airplane.

  Her phone buzzed.

  
    Are you settled? X TN
  

  The number wasn’t in her phone but the only TN it could be was Theo.

  
    No – barf fest.
  

  Hermione found a seat in one of the lobbies and put her feet up.

  
    Suite 907
  

  That’s all he texted. Hermione bit down on her knuckle and pondered. Should she? Could she? But she couldn’t just sit here all night. It was almost two in the morning and most of the people had gone to sleep but there were still some roaming around. She wouldn’t feel comfortable resting here, alone. Making up her mind, she found a map and searched for the suite number.

  ---

  She softly knocked on the door and Theo opened it straight away.

  ‘I – err.’ What the hell was she supposed to say?

  ‘No need, please Granger, come in. I have plenty of room and I know how small those cabins are.’

  He motioned inside and she looked at the space. He had a separate living space, a king sized bed and mirrors that would’ve given a great view, if it hadn’t been dark.

  ‘All this, for one night?’ She asked.

  Theo shrugged. ‘I can afford it, so why not.’

  ‘I guess you're right.’ Hermione let herself fall on the couch and sighed.

  ‘Do you want something to drink?’

  ‘Godric knows you already fed me enough to drink, Nott.

  Theo chuckled and threw a bottle of water from the minifridge her way. Of course he had a f@ck@ng minifridge. He opened a bottle for himself and sat next to her. ‘Are you okay?’

  Hermione smiled at him. ‘Yes, thank you. Just tired.’

  Theo smiled back and patted her knee. ‘I do have some sober up potion on me, if you want it, I can fetch it for you.’

  Sitting next to Theo felt so easy, so familiar. She rested her head on his shoulder. ‘No thank you Theo, I’m really okay.’

  ‘Theo now, is it?’ She could hear the smirk in his voice.

  ‘Sorry, 
  
    Nott
  
  .’ She drawled.

  ‘Don’t do that, that’s Draco’s part.’

  Hermione chuckled.

  Theo wrapped his arm over her shoulder and pulled her further into him. Hermione snuggled into him and sighed contently. ‘This is nice.’

  Theo sighed too. ‘It is.’

  A soft knock on the door, so Theo had to let go of Hermione and watched through the little peep hole. As he opened he said; ‘I’m in the business of housing strays tonight, apparently.’

  Draco entered the room and stilled the moment he saw Hermione sitting on the couch.

  ‘Oh, err – I can leave.’

  ‘Don’t.’ Hermione said. ‘Theo has room for a whole orphanage.’

  Draco looked around and chuckled. ‘I knew I should’ve gotten my own accommodations.’

  ‘Why didn’t you?’ Theo asked him. ‘It isn’t as if you can’t pay for it yourself.’

  ‘Something about an experience.’ Draco muttered and Hermione laughed.

  ‘Why are you laughing?’

  ‘Well, I wanted to skip the ferry and meet the girls in Amsterdam but I was told I couldn’t because the 
  
    cruise
  
   was part of the experience.’

  Theo snorted the word cruise. ‘Really, she called it a cruise?’

  ‘Yep.’ Hermione popped the p.

  The men started laughing. Theodore threw Draco a bottle of water too and settled back in next to Hermione. He threw his arm around her once more and she sank into him. Draco looked at them, wonder in his eyes but also doubt.

  ‘You really don’t want me to leave?’ He asked.

  ‘Sit here.’ Hermione patted the sofa next to her and grabbed the remote for the telly. ‘Maybe there’s a movie.’

  The martinis really had made her cheeky because as soon as Draco sat down, she pulled up her legs and rested them on his lap. Her back nestled into Theo and she wiggled her @rs@ to get the best position. Draco looked at her legs as if they were alien, Theo just smiled and kissed her atop her head. The gesture was quite intimate, but it felt right.

  There wasn’t a movie, but she mindlessly zapped through channels and spoke about everything they came across. Draco had slowly gotten used to the physical connection and now had one hand on her thigh, one on her ankle, slowly massaging it. It was weird, at first, being so close to him. To them both. But Draco? Super weird. She knew she caused this, because Theo was right, he did look like a blonde god and well, who wouldn’t want a blonde god for a pillow? After time passed, she relaxed more and more, the massage helping too. When he moved to the bottom of her feet, she couldn’t stop the moan escaping her mouth. Draco stilled and looked at her, slightly shocked. Hermione blushed.

  ‘I think that’s a sign you need to continue.’ Theo said, lazily stroking her arm with his fingers.

  ‘Do I?’ Draco asked, looking at Hermione.

  ‘I – err – wouldn’t mind.’ She whispered.

  So he did. It was the best foot massage she ever had. Maybe because she had been wearing stupid shoes all day in order to look the part for the festivities, maybe Draco had magic fingers.

  Another moan escaped her mouth. ‘Sh@t, sorry, it’s just, really good.’

  Theo chuckled softly and whispered in her ear. ‘Please don’t ever apologize.’

  Goosebumps broke out all over her body at the feel of his hot breath caressing her skin. She looked at Draco, who made a sport out of not looking at her, but making it seem like the telly was super interesting. His other hand had begun kneading her thigh and Hermione now knew. Draco had magic fingers. Magic hands. God.

  ‘Do you like his hands on you?’ Theo whispered in her ear again, but loud enough for Draco to hear. She could tell by the blush that crept up his cheeks. Being touched by Draco and having Theo whisper in her ear like that? Caressing her arms at the same time? Her senses were going into overdrive.

  Hermione hummed.

  ‘Use your words, Hermione.’ Theo said sternly.

  ‘I do.’ She breathed.

  Draco his eyes shot up to her. She could feel Theo smile against the side of her cheek. Hesitantly, she smiled at Draco. ‘I like your hands on me.’ Hermione repeated.

  ‘Good girl.’ Theo said. His hands had moved from stroking her arms with wild patterns to stroking the side of her neck, slowly venturing out down, teasing the hem of her shirt.

  Here he was with his good girl again but now it made her pulse speed up and heat stir low in her belly. What the f@ck was she getting herself into? She involuntarily squeezed her thighs at the sound of it, capturing Draco his hand between them. He stilled, froze.

  ‘Please don’t stop, Draco.’ She whispered.

  Draco grabbed her legs and before she could groan at the loss of his touch the way she wanted it, he had gotten on his knees in front of the sofa, right between her thighs. The movement got her a bit more upright then she was. The sight was magnificent. His hair was mussed, his eyes looked wild and both his hands were splayed atop her thighs.

  ‘Here?’ He asked ho@rs@ly.

  Hermione nodded.

  ‘Words.’ Theo whispered in her ear.

  ‘There.’ She said to Draco.

  Theo chuckled. She felt his lips ghosting her neck. Draco kneaded her thighs. She moaned.

  ‘Theo, please.’

  ‘Drink this first, love.’ He handed her a vile, and Draco too. In small script she could read the words 
  
    sober up potion
  
  .

  ‘Why?’ She asked.

  ‘Because I want you at your full wits when you agree to this.’ Theo said with a smile.

  ‘Agree to what?’ Hermione looked at him and at Draco.

  ‘This.’ Theo pointed at her, at Draco and at himself. ‘Us.’

  Draco popped the vile and swallowed it. ‘Theo.’

  ‘I know, Draco.’

  We’re they having a conversation she didn’t know anything about? She was planning on going with the flow, but if they…

  ‘Did you plan this?’

  ‘Salazar, no!’ Draco quickly said. ‘It’s just – I’ve never done this before.’

  ‘And he knows I have.’ Theo shrugged.

  ‘You do this more often?’ Hermione was sincerely curious.

  ‘Drink it, love.’ Theo winked. ‘I’ll tell you all about it. Later. Now, I want to kiss you. May I?’

  Hermione downed the potion and nodded.

  Theo sat behind her and pounced. His lips were in her neck, nipping at her earlobe, sucking at the delicate skin below her ear. His hands roving her arms, weaving through her hair, pulling it ever so slightly. Draco was still sitting between her thighs, still kneading them. She grabbed his collar and pulled him to her. If she was doing it, she was 
  
    doing 
  
  it. F@ck it.

  Her lips met Draco's. She was lost. His grip on her thighs intensified as she sucked in his lower lip and bit it softly. Her tongue danced with his and she could hear him moan, gripping her thighs firmer, kneading upwards.

  Theo his hands had moved under her shirt, pulling down the fabric of her bra and was toying with her nipples, making them peak and pebble. As soon as her mouth left Draco’s, he pulled her shirt over her head and exposed her body. Her bra askew, nipples poking out. Theo smiled against her cheek.

  ‘See how perfect our little witch is, Draco?’

  As he was talking, he kept on playing with her nipples, caressing the skin of her br@@sts, kneading them the way Draco had her thighs. Draco looked at her, meeting her eyes, his sight roaming over her body. She could see his jaw muscles work as he lowered his head and took one nipple in his mouth.

  Hermione moaned and let her head fall back, on top of Theo’s shoulder. Theo chuckled and bit her earlobe. As Draco sucked on her nipple, his hands kept on creeping upwards.

  ‘F@ck, Granger, you soaked through your jeans.’ Draco said, his voice ho@rs@.

  Theo’s hand found his way to her c@nt and moaned the moment he felt her damp jeans. ‘F@ck me, Hermione. F@ck.’

  Hermione had no words. The sensation of both of the guys touching her, talking to her. She just wanted more. As she turned her head, she found Theo his lips and bit them.

  ‘Bed. Now.’ Draco said and he pulled her up and carried her across the room.

  She fell down on the mattress and giggled as she saw the two men standing at the end, both tenting their pants, both breathing hard, both their eyes on her. Undoing the button of her pants, she shimmied out of it and threw it aside. Unclasped the hook of her bra and threw that aside too. Completely naked, she didn’t even think about having doubts about herself, because the way those two men looked at her? It wasn’t even a possibility.

  ‘Well?’ She asked, motioning to their clothes.

  Draco undid his buttons whilst Theo just ripped them apart. Losing their pants and standing in front of her, in all their glory, she licked her lips. Both men were fit. Theo had a darker tone of skin, matching his brown curls where Draco was paler, his hair white as the moon. Both of them, though, had c@cks that were worthy of worshiping. Standing tall and straight, Theo a bit more girth, Draco a bit more length, she got off the bed and fell down on her knees between them.

  Her hands wrapped around both of them, and they let out a moan simultaneously. Theo threw his head back, Draco grabbed her shoulder. Squeezing firmly, she pumped them up and down, looking up to see their reactions. Moisture gathered at the tip of Draco his c@ck, and her tongue darted out, tasting him. The moment it made contact with his c@ck, Draco swore. Still pumping Theo, she took Draco in her mouth and sucked hard, hollowing out her tongue. Theo chuckled and grabbed her wrist so she would let go of his c@ck.

  ‘Dray, on the bed.’ He said as he tapped her shoulder and Draco his c@ck plopped out of her mouth.

  Draco laid down on the bed, his back resting in the pillows and Theo motioned for her to continue what he was doing. She crawled towards Draco, his chest heaving, his c@ck standing proudly, him softly pumping himself, the sight of that making Hermione moan. Draco smirked and bent over for a kiss, sucking on her tongue and pinching her nipple with his free hand. She bucked her hips and he did it again.

  Now Hermione sat between Draco his legs. ‘@rs@ up, love.’ Theo grabbed her hips and pulled them up, spreading her knees. The way the air hit her hot, wet c@nt made Hermione moan some more. She had Draco her c@ck in her mouth again and the vibrations of that moan had Draco swearing in French.

  Theo his hands caressed her @rs@, the back of her thighs, and he gently pushed in a finger. Hermione bucked her hips again, making him chuckle. Draco grabbed her hair, holding her in place.

  ‘Her c@nt is weeping.’ Theo groaned against the skin of her @rs@. She felt a kiss on her cheek. A bite on the other. Then his tongue impaled her whilst one of his fingers found her cl@t. She cried out, releasing Draco his c@ck but holding it with her hand. Draco bent forward and kissed her, hard.

  ‘F@ck Granger, not even in my wildest dreams I could’ve hoped for you to be this responsive. You are so bl@@dy perfect.’ Draco murmured as one of his hands palmed her and they slowly pumped his c@ck together. His other roaming her body, pinching her nipple, caressing her cheek.

  Theo licked her slit, sucked her cl@t and made her see stars. He kneaded her @rs@, her thighs. The moans he made whilst tasting her hummed through her.

  ‘You should taste her, Draco. Salazar, she tastes so good. I could eat you all day, little witch.’ He said as he came up for air, pumping her lazily with his fingers. Hermione looked back and his lips, his chin, his cheeks, they were glistening. Theo looked feral.

  ‘No, not now. Inside me. Please.’ Was all she could muster. Her hips bucking.

  Theo chuckled. ‘Ride Draco, love. He’s been wanting that ever since he found out what else he could do with that magnificent c@ck of his besides p@ss@ng.’

  Draco flipped him off and Hermione bit her lip. She scooted forward and Draco grabbed her hip with one hand, his c@ck with the other and slowly guided him inside of her until he was crested at the hilt. Theo’s hands came from behind, kneading her br@@sts, kissing her neck, and she started to move. Grind. Her cl@t finding friction, his c@ck reaching that place in front of her belly that made her come in record time. Draco his hands grabbed her hips, not guiding her movement, but grounding her even deeper. This was the best ride she ever had.

  ‘Draco, I’m so close.’ She whimpered. Draco sat up as Theo pulled her hair back, exposing her neck and sucking on it. Draco found her lips, bit down on the lower one. ‘Come for us, little witch.’ He said. ‘Come for us.’

  That did it. That and the extra friction from Draco sitting up. She came. So. F@ck@ng. Hard. Tears sprang in her eyes, her hands on Draco his chest, nails buried so deep they almost drew blood.

  Milking his c@ck, Draco came with a shout too. ‘Hermione, F@CK.’

  ‘F@ck, you’re both so pretty when you come.’ Theo whispered as he stroked her back.

  ‘Theo.’ Hermione whimpered.

  ‘Yes, love.’ He kissed her brow.

  ‘I want you too.’ She almost whined.

  ‘F@ck.’ He muttered.

  Draco chuckled and slapped her ass lightly. As he laid down and pulled her up from his cock, her arse was in the air once more and Theo moaned.

  ‘Granger, I’ve never seen a c@nt leaking c@m as pretty as yours.’

  Hermione wiggled her ass with a giggle and Theo swore again. He grabbed her on both sides of her hips and before she knew it, he had slammed into her. Straight to the hilt, filling her completely. She cried out from surprise, and from pleasure.

  ‘You asked for it, little witch.’ He said in her ear as he bent over her. She chuckled.

  Hermione could look Draco in the eye as Theo filled her from behind, and could see how turned on he was, again, or still, she didn’t know. It turned her on.

  The sound of her wetness, of their flesh slapping, filled the room. Draco kissed her deeply, swallowing her moans. Theo muttered curses and profanities, praising her and telling her how good she was taking him. Two pairs of hands stroking her, pinching her, touching her. She never wanted less. This was heaven.

  Theo his movements came more rapidly and he bent over her, grabbing her by the hair and moving her head to the side, as he bit down on her shoulder. ‘Your ours now, you know that right. I never want anybody else.’

  ‘Yours.’ She moaned.

  Draco grabbed her chin and made him face her.

  ‘Say that again.’

  Theo still pumped into her relentlessly.

  ‘I’m yours. I never want anybody else.’

  ‘Good girl.’ Theo said as he gently slapped her ass. As he did, her muscles clenched. ‘You like that, didn’t you?’ He chuckled and slapped the other cheek.

  ‘Theo.’ She whined and pushed her arse back even more.

  He slapped one more time and the tightening of her muscles made him come with a curse.

  ‘Ours.’

  Hermione came again too, Draco holding her tight as the tremors traveled through her body, peppering kisses all over her. Theo collapsed beside them, breathing heavily.

  ‘Yours.’ Hermione said, before falling asleep on top of Draco. His arms wrapped around her. Theo his leg on top of theirs.

  ---

  
    ‘Ladies and gentlemen, goodmorning – we hope you had a pleasant night and are ready for our arrival…’ 
  
  boomed through the speakers, waking up a bundle of human limbs.

  ‘F@ck.’ Draco said first.

  Hermione just let out a groan.

  Theo chuckled. ‘Never had this smooth of a sailing.’'
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