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“Thank you so much for coming over with such short notice, Hermione.” Astoria Malfoy smiled warmly down at the young curly-haired brunette woman as she stepped through the main Floo system into Malfoy Manor. Hermione Granger, freshly nineteen years old, stared up at the older woman, brushing a stray curl behind her ear. She had been the Malfoy’s babysitter for less than a year and Hermione was still as nervous as she was the first day that she had walked through the Floo into the infamous Malfoy Manor. Exploring the Manor for the first time had been all too much but now it was practically a second home for Hermione and a bonus was that the pay for this job was fantastic.

“I told you that you can always count on me, Mrs Malfoy.” Hermione blushed, staring down at her shoes. She always found herself so flustered when around the Malfoys. Hermione never felt like this around anyone her age but she always pushed the feelings away, ignoring them. They were her employers, she couldn’t think about them like that.

“I’ve told you one hundred times, Hermione, dear, that you can call me Astoria. The formalities make me feel so old.” Astoria chuckled lightly, placing a hand against her forehead to fake her dramatics. Hermione lightened up, looking away from her shoes and looked back towards Astoria’s face. The harsh, nervous atmosphere that Hermione was stuck in, disappeared with the appearance of the Lord of the Manor, Draco Malfoy, walking elegantly down the main stairs.

Now, Mr Draco Malfoy was DILF personified. Middle-length pale blond hair, that occasionally was tied in a ponytail, that she originally thought was bleached but he had drunkenly admitted to her that it wasn’t. He was always wearing the nicest framed glasses that suited his face so well. Hermione always got weak at the knees whenever Draco stared over the top of them when he thought she wasn’t looking. Mr Malfoy was Hermione’s dream man, almost like she had dreamed him up. He was so incredibly intelligent, a loving and devoted husband to Astoria, an amazing father to Scorpius, and was in line to become the Minister of Magic in the next ten years. He was the perfect match for the role.

“Miss Granger.” Draco greeted as he stepped to the side of Astoria, lightly kissing her forehead before smiling warmly at Hermione. Butterflies appeared almost instantly in the younger woman’s stomach. “You are looking gorgeous as always, my darling. We really must be going now though.” Draco whispered into Astoria’s hair, and her smile grew as she inched even closer to Draco’s taller, wider build.

“Right. We shouldn’t be out for very long, a few hours at least. It’s just a dinner with some of Draco’s coworkers.” Astoria smiled, Draco starting to pull her closer towards the fireplace. “Quick reminder, that Scorpius should be in bed at about 8 pm and the latest of 9 pm. He has already had dinner and we are always a patronus call away if there is an emergency. But, you already know everything and you are perfect so there shouldn’t be anything to worry about.” Astoria chuckled as Draco grabbed her hand and they stood together in the Floo. Hermione waved goodbye to them before they disappeared being replaced by the familiar pale green smoke.

As soon as the smoke settled, Hermione turned and stalked her way through the Manor corridors and made her way towards Scorpius’s bedroom. His bedroom, right next to his parent’s bedroom, had brightly coloured walls with all of the toys a child could ever possibly wish for. Hermione entered the bedroom, already halfway down to the ground as the four-year-old Scorpius Malfoy instantly noticed who was standing there and ran into her awaiting arms. Scorpius was the little brother that Hermione always wished that she had growing up but never truly got blessed with. Scorpius kept grabbing and shoving the newest toys that his parents had bought for him since the last time Hermione was here for babysitting but her mind kept straying off and imagining what life would be like here. Living in the Manor with Draco and Astoria. Hermione shook her head as she realised the time had progressed and it was nearing Scorpius’s bedtime but it was always difficult to get to bed. He hated bedtime. He despised it.

“Go and choose a bedtime story, Scorp.” Hermione smiled, moving towards his bed and waiting for him to come back with his choice of book. Usually, he would choose the longest book but tonight he seemed to want to be in bed. Scorpius seemed excited about bedtime tonight, which was different. “Babbitty Rabbitty and her Cackling Stump.” Hermione read the title before tucking Scorpius under the duvet. 

Hermione opened the book and started reading to the sleepy little Scorpius. She always read really slowly with Scorpius, making sure that he was following long but not even a few minutes in and Hermione glanced down, he was already asleep, lightly snoring. Hermione quietly stood from the bed, placed the book back in the bookcase and crept out of the bedroom. She magically lowered the lights before slowly closing the door. Hermione moved away from the door, still being as quiet as possible until she was the furthest away from Scorpius’s bedroom and stumbled her way into the large Manor library. One of her favourite places in the whole world.

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“Hermione! Hermione!” Astoria gently shook her hand against Hermione’s shoulder while whispering her name in her ear. “Hermione, darling. Hermione, Draco and I are home from dinner.” Astoria spoke the words calmly as Hermione’s eyes blinked open and stared at the blurry bodies of Astoria and Draco. 

She slowly sat up, not realising that she had fallen asleep in the Manor library, but she had done everything she was supposed to before they got back from the dinner so Hermione wouldn’t be in any trouble with either of them. But, when her sleepy vision had cleared, Hermione noticed that something was off about the way they were staring at her. 

“Sorry to disturb your sleep, you looked troubled. Almost like you were having a nightmare.” Astoria commented as she sat down on the chaise lounge down beside Hermione, Draco was still standing. He was staring down at her, watching Hermione. “Is everything alright, darling?” Astoria’s hand had started wandering, tracing patterns in Hermione’s thighs as the younger woman’s breathing slowly started to change. She felt herself leaning closer to Astoria as her mouth dried at the clear sight of her breasts.

“Hermione, I believe my wife asked you a question.” His voice spoke from behind her and was looming around her. Hermione’s breath caught in her throat as she felt Draco lean over her, his breathing heavy down the back of her neck, the hairs standing on edge.

Hermione cleared her throat, blinking away the lust-filled thoughts. “Everything’s fine, I promise.” She tried to smile but what she thought would be reassuring clearly hadn’t worked as well as she originally hoped.

“Tell the truth.” Draco’s voice spoke. He had moved once again and now was sitting on the other side of Hermione. It felt like she was being caged in, forcing her to admit to the feelings of lust that were deep within. “Admit your feelings, Hermione. I can hear almost every thought and how you look at us. It is as clear as day what you want.” He smirked. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Hermione’s breathing grew heavier as she turned slightly and found herself staring at Draco, their eyes connecting and stayed remained to stare at each other. “I can hear your every throat, darling, and it’s very rude to keep them from my wife. Look how gorgeous she is. This is all for you.” Draco leaned forward, tracing his finger gently against Hermione’s innocent face as Astoria continued drawing patterns in her thigh.

Look at how beautiful my wife is, Hermione. Look at how gorgeous my Astoria is. Imagine that wonderful woman between your legs. Tasting you. Inhaling you. She can make you see the stars. Make you see the very constellation I was named after. We can make you feel good, Hermione. That is a promise. A grantee.

Draco’s voice burst through into her brain and a whimper slipped out through the small gap between her lips. Draco smirked, his eyes darkening as his eyes connected with his wife’s from behind Hermione. She couldn’t help but lean closer and her eyes kept flickering down and glancing at Draco’s lips. They were so inviting and she wanted to taste sin. She had been innocent for too long. There had been a devilish beast inside of her for a while and Hermione had been holding things back for too long. She wanted to experience everything there was to know and specifically, Hermione wanted to experience those things with Astoria and Draco.

Hermione’s body moved forward and her breathing was heavy. Please. Please, please, fuck, please touch me. The words wouldn’t leave her mouth but they kept repeating in her head and she knew that Draco had heard them because he nodded at his wife and she was pouncing on Hermione’s body. Astoria was kissing Hermione’s mouth, lightly at first before the younger woman started kissing back which gave Astoria all the consent she needed to kiss harder. Draco just sat back against the chaise lounge and watched his wife pushing herself closer to Hermione, the older woman lightly moaning into Hermioe’s mouth and she was swallowing everything. 

But, then he leaned forward, pushing Astoria’s hair away from her ear and lightly started whispering. “Be careful with her darling, she’s an innocent little virgin. The girl has been saving herself for us.” Draco smirked, placing gentle kisses against Astoria’s throat before sitting back once again. “Let’s not break her straight away, we want her to enjoy herself before we go too rough, that’s why we’ll have a safeword.” Astoria started trailing her lips down Hermione’s face, her teeth grazing her neck as she forced Hermione to listen to her husband’s every word. “If you feel uncomfortable or want us to stop whatever we are doing, then use the word: green. It’s always been Astoria and my safeword in the bedroom.” Draco nodded, waiting for the verbal response. But the only responses that were leaving Hermione’s mouth were small, pathetic whimpers so he grabbed Astoria’s hair and pulled her away from the younger woman’s neck. “I need your confirmation that you heard me, Hermione.” Draco was stern with his words as he stared at her.

“Yes, I understand.” She nodded, panting heavily. Hermione was already wound too tight and they were about to put her through her strengths. “Please, please touch me.” She was breathless as Astoria leaned forward once again and heavily pressed her lips against Hermione’s, taking her already gone breath away all over again. 

Draco positioned himself behind Hermione, starting to play with her breasts, cupping his hands over them as he watched Astoria kiss and attack the younger woman’s neck. He began pinching her nipples between his fingers, loving that she was reacting to everything they were doing to her. Hermione leaned back, her head falling back against his shoulder and Astoria moved even closer, staring down at Hermione’s still-clothed body. In an instant, Hermione’s clothes disappeared from her body which left her completely naked between the clothed Astoria and clothed Draco. She whimpered as a cool breeze hit her breasts before she was pushed down to a laying position on the chaise and stared up at the Manor library ceiling. Her thoughts weren’t empty for very long. She wasn’t distracted for long because Astoria’s mouth lightly kissed Hermione’s cunt before starting to lick harder against her. She had never felt this feeling before and Hermione never knew it could feel this good.

“Oh fuck, fuck!” Hermione whimpered, her eyes clenching closed as Astoria continued her attack on Hermione’s cunt. The wet-sounding noises were echoing around the library and Hermione hoped that they had placed silencing spells around the room. “Astoria, please, please more.” Hermione moaned, her hands thrusting and grabbing the older woman’s hair, pushing her closer to her cunt.

Call her Mommy. And call me Daddy. Then we will give you more, little girl.

“Mommy, please, I need more!” Hermione begged, opening her eyes and staring down at the woman between her legs. The sight was beautiful and Hermione almost came just plainly from the sight of the woman. “Mommy, fuck, fuck, fuck!” Hermione’s moans became relentless and she was a whimpering little mess as Astoria sucked and licked at her cunt, sucking Hermione’s clit into her mouth as she locked her eyes with Hermione’s. Astoria pushed two of her fingers deep inside Hermione’s cunt, feeling the walls clench and flutter around the older woman’s fingers. She was curly, coaxing the orgasm to leave Hermione’s body.

Come, Hermione. Come for her, Hermione.

As soon as Draco’s voice commanded her to, she was falling around Astoria’s mouth and she then suddenly felt a stream of liquid gush from within her, an unknown feeling and emotion that Hermione had never experienced before. Hermione wasn’t sure whether it was the right or wrong thing and panic suddenly struck her face. Astoria looked up between her thighs, noticing the worry and she started trailing kisses over Hermione’s thighs before moving away and hovering herself over Hermione’s naked body. Astoria placed her fingers in her mouth, sucking them clean and moaning around the digits, moaning loudly at the taste.

“Fuck. She tastes so good.” Astoria groaned, staring at her husband. “You did perfectly. You did so perfectly, little girl. And that, what you just did, was called squirting, darling, and there is nothing wrong with it at all.” Astoria lightly kisses Hermione’s lips, smirking as she feels the younger woman start to lick, tasting herself off of Astoria’s lips. There was a sudden confidence trickling through Hermione’s bloodstream as she kissed back, sucking on Astoria’s lips and moaning loudly at the taste of herself. She wasn’t sure where the confidence had come from but she wanted to experience everything.

I want to taste you. Hermione’s voice was imagining in her head and she stared at Draco, a small smirk gracing across her lips as Astoria’s lips were moving down her body, marking the skin all over her breasts. Draco, please, let me taste you. Please, I want to taste your cock in my mouth. Please, fuck, let me taste your cock. Hermione’s voice whimpered and she knew that Draco had heard what she was saying in her head because he was smirking. His eyes had darkened with the power of lust.

“Good girl.” Draco moved forward, lightly kissing Astoria’s back as she moved away from Hermione, allowing Draco to have a turn with their little girl. He was smirking as he moved her off of the chaise and plonked down himself. “Such a gorgeous little girl for us. We are going to ruin you.” Draco smirked, leaning forward and kissing Hermione before forcing her down to her knees. He pulled his cock out of his trousers and started slowly stroking himself, up and down, in front of Hermione’s face. She testingly licked her lip and leaned forward, opening her mouth. Astoria joined next to Draco on the chaise, staring down at Hermione, her face ecstatic as she watched the younger woman slowly take her husband’s cock in her mouth. “Oh, Merlin.” Draco’s eyes fluttered closed as he laid his head back on Astoria’s shoulder as she trailed her fingers down his chest, tracing the scars from a rogue Sectumsempra spell that hit him back in his sixth year at Hogwarts.

“Look how good she is at taking you, love,” Astoria spoke, her voice affected by watching Hermione take Draco in her mouth. The sound of the younger woman gagging was affecting all three of them. Astoria licked her lips, her mouth dry at the sight and she could feel herself growing even wetter. She continued her descent down her husband’s body, pushing Hermione’s head down slowly and forcing her to take more of her husband, and at the same time Draco’s large hand cupped Astoria’s cunt, slowly inserting a finger before adding another inside of her cunt. Astoria gasped loudly as the fingers were thrust deeper into her cunt, coaxing her closer and closer to an orgasm that she didn’t realise was so close. “Fuck…” Astoria shuddered as she came all over Draco’s fingers, watching in awe as he slowly dragged them out of her before pushing them between her lips, forcing her to taste herself.

Draco smirked as he turned his head back to watch Hermione before reaching out and removing her mouth from his cock. His cock now had a shine of saliva which turned Astoria on even more. She hadn’t felt this horny in months. Hermione stared at the two of them as she stood on shaking legs, moving back onto the chaise but before she could settle she was suddenly hovering over Draco’s awaiting cock, Astoria holding her close.

“Do you want this?” Draco stared up at her, lightly spreading the saliva all over him, his eyes rolling back into his head at the feeling.

“Yes, yes, yes,” Hermione begged, biting her lip as she nodded her head. In an instant, Astoria’s hands on her hips were replaced by Draco’s and he was slowly guiding her down until his cock was sheathed inside of her wanting cunt. “Oh, fucking Circe!” Hermione moaned. The noise was heavenly as Draco slowly started thrusting himself in and out of her, his eyes not moving away from her as Astoria was helping from behind the younger woman, guiding her hand across Hermione’s body.

“Are you enjoying it, baby?” Astoria whispered as she pinched Hermione’s dusty pink nipples between her fingers, smirking as more curses and moans flew out of the younger woman’s mouth. Astoria leaned down, taking one of her nipples into her mouth, sucking and licking. “Come all over his cock, darling,” Astoria commanded before taking the other nipple into her mouth, lightly biting before licking to soothe the skin. Her eyes looked up at Hermione as she watched the younger woman come undone because of her husband’s large cock thrusting in and out of her.

“Oh, fuck. Oh, Merlin, Daddy, please! I’m—” Hermione’s voice stuttered as she screamed out, Draco’s cock thrusting relentlessly with the new added pressure coming from Astoria’s thumb against her clit, sending her over the edge. Another orgasm washed over Hermione’s body as she came hard all over Draco. “Merlin.” Hermione panted as she fell forward onto Draco’s chest, sweat dripping off her forehead as Astoria slowly trailed her fingers through Hermione’s curly locks, lightly pressing kisses to the younger woman’s naked back, smiling against the sweat-covered skin.

“I want one more from you,” Draco commanded, sliding his cock out of her cunt before lifting her so that her back was laying against the material of the chaise lounge. “Tori, love, get your toy,” Draco smirked, kissing his wife as she conjured her favourite sex toy and hovered it over Hermione’s body. He read the confusion written across the young woman’s face and smirked at her as he moved himself to be by her face, kissing her cheek before whispering the next words in her ear. “It’s a strap-on. My gorgeous wife is going to fuck you and you are going to come around her cock while you’re sucking me off again.” He whispered, watching a red glow spread across Hermione’s face and breasts. 

Draco kneeled beside Hermione’s head before slowly inserting his cock into her open mouth, performing shallow thrusts as he watched Astoria’s strap-on cock enter Hermione’s cunt at the same time. He smirked, his eyelashes fluttering as the younger woman moaned and screamed around his cock as his wife thrust with a speed that she had learnt from him.

“Fuck…” Draco groaned as he spilt his seed deep down Hermione’s throat, watching as she swallowed every single last drop before he dragged himself back out of her. He collapsed next to her, lightly kissing her lips, tasting himself before watching Astoria have her way with the little girl. He smirked, his fingers tracing patterns down Hermione’s body before joining at her cunt, thumbing and circling at her clit and watching Hermione react to every thrust and circle. React to every slap and pound that Draco and Astoria were putting her through. He moved his free hand down Hermione’s body, pressing down on the spot on her stomach where he could feel the strap-on through the skin and it sent a loud, shuddering moan to exit out of the younger woman’s mouth. He kissed the moan from her, tasted the sound and moaned with her. “Come for Mommy,” Draco whispered as he watched Hermione’s face, knowing that she was as close as could be.

“Come for me, darling. Be a good girl and come for me.” Astoria commanded, leaning forward and looming over Hermione’s body. And with the sound of Astoria’s voice, the praise rolling off her tongue sent Hermione barrelling and falling into another, the final, orgasm. “Good girl.” Astoria praised loudly, keeping the strap-on cock inside of her fluttering cunt and collapsed onto Hermione’s body, kissing any part of her skin she could as she felt Hermione panting beneath her. Draco was doing the same, kissing any part of her skin he could, praising words slipped around them as he watched the two women.

We aren’t done with you. Get some rest and then perhaps we should talk about making this a regular thing between the three of us. Draco’s voice spoke through Hermione’s brain as her eyes drooped closed, sleep taking her under their control. Draco and Astoria watched the sleeping young woman, awe and glee in their eyes with a looming sense of lust still deep within their systems.

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