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The thing about the Department of Hazardous Potions and Cursed Artefacts was that once you were past the wards and onto the containment floor, you were in.
Your choice was made. Your waiver signed. The door was closed.
If you contracted a Blood Searing curse because you touched the wrong thing with improper protections, that was on you. If you broke a vial of Never-Ending Lust Potion and inhaled its fumes, you shouldn’t have been so slippery-fingered. You agreed to step foot into the department meaning you put your life at risk and accepted the consequences.
Consider yourself warned.
Hermione, after graduating from Hogwarts in 1999, decided that this was the place to make her mark upon. Danger called her name even after the tirade of death eater trials were over but the fighting was for Harry and Ron. She’d been readily accepted into the Ministry’s Research and Development unit and had made headway creating curse countermeasures and advanced detection spells.
After a few months of success, Neville had joined the team based on her recommendation. The Potion Hazards unit had been recruiting for a herbologist knowledgeable about antidotes and preventative flora properties. He’d impressed within a single week and now ran the sub-division, some two years later.
Naturally, spending so much time together, they’d fallen into a much closer relationship than they’d shared at school. It was easy to, considering his impressive growth spurt and Ron’s insistence that she settled down (preferably with him). Just because the two of them worked sometimes fourteen hours a day didn’t mean they lost the need to fuck now and then. And having access to somebody reliably good in bed - read: rough against the storeroom floor - was an easy fix to a basic issue. She and Neville shared an understanding.
If you receive a memo with this symbol on it, come and fuck me. Now.
Despite the mutuality of the deal, it was always Hermione who tipped her wand to the scrap of parchment, drew an orchid in the centre and sent the missive on its way. Only he would understand what the message meant and so far, it had never failed. Within minutes, Neville would leave his station, ensuring it was safe to do so, and find her. And stretch her needy cunt around his obscenely large cock.
Her usual pattern of heightened libido was every other day and so Monday, Wednesday and Friday had become de facto fuck days. Today was Friday. Hermione was already wet before she’d even taken her place at her work bench. The anticipation was killing her.
On the agenda was a morning meeting with every division leader followed by six hours of breaking down the composite structure of the latest illegal potion to be confiscated by the Field Operations team. They called it The Baby Maker. It was created with sinister intentions. No doubt to be released in public by radicalists who believed the Ministry was doing nothing for the dwindling magical population. Only effective on those with XX chromosomes, The Baby Maker’s design was to breed within its host an intense and consuming lust for any and all men within close proximity else they would be thrust into a bout of searing pain. How close? Who knew? That was Hermione’s job to find out. She was required to study a sample, identify its ingredients and report her findings to Potion Hazards to get a cure made up.
After her meeting, feeling disgruntled as always by Malfoy’s smug condescension and devil-made side glances, Hermione escaped the main floor to her lab. It was a contained facility with heavy bolted doors. So heavy that they usually took the assistance of Blaise Zabini from the Regulation and Compliance division next door to close them for her. He’d often hear her huffing in frustration and jump up from his legal reports to exercise his strength. She didn’t mind one bit since he never failed to flash her a smile and a cheeky glimpse of his vascular biceps. Not forgetting he actually managed to close the door for her, making it possible to complete her job. Hermione didn’t like to think what might happen if she wasn’t able to shut it one day and a disaster broke out on the floor. It was heavy for a reason. To keep the effects of noxious potions in as well as out.
She wore personal protective equipment to keep any liquids from touching her skin and any gases from being inhaled. Well… She was supposed to. Today wasn’t an ordinary day.
She’d been making zero progress on understanding the potion for months now. Frankly, Hermione thought she was hitting her head against a brick wall while there were likely other batches of the potion out there unmonitored. There were criminals waiting for the right time to unleash it and cause a terror attack on the streets. If that happened, it would be Hermione’s fault. If she couldn’t identify the properties of the potion and discovered how it worked, there was no chance for Neville and his team to begin developing a cure. And Malfoy, the head of the entire function, was becoming more and more demanding as the weeks went on. He was applying more pressure and threatening her position, neglecting the hard work she’d poured into this job over the years. If she didn’t find an answer soon, he would terminate her employment. She knew it.
So Hermione made a rash decision. An objectively stupid one but the only option she saw left to her. She would dab a droplet of the potion onto her tongue precisely in time with Neville arriving to their usual meeting place. He should know no difference in her behaviour, since she was normally driven crazy for him anyway, and she would discover the symptoms of the potion firsthand. Mild enough to be recognisable without losing control.
Easy.
Right?
Hermione had just finished drawing up her memo to Neville and let it fly away to its destination when Theo Nott popped his head around the corner of the lab doorway. He wasn’t supposed to be here today. The Auror’s meeting was usually held on a Tuesday.
“This just hit me square in the face!” He complained, holding up Hermione’s memo that had begun twitching for release in his palm. There was a small red mark on his cheek which complimented his tanned skin rather nicely.
Regardless of Theo’s blushed appearance, with her plans dashed, Hermione instructed him to let the paper bird go.
“Not until I get an apology,” he maintained with a small smirk on his plump lips.
“Theodore,” she hardened her voice only for that smile of his to grow wider. He seemed to like being told off. “I don’t have time for games.” She eyed the Baby Maker potion bottle behind her on the counter as he walked into the room.
He hummed, “But you know I love playing with you.”
She rolled her eyes. For a few months, ever since Malfoy had begun scheduling weekly meetings with the Auror department, Theo had made sure to stop by her desk for a natter and a flirt. In truth, convincing Theo to stand in place of Neville to test the potions effects would be easy and Hermione wouldn’t mind a tumble with him. Those eyes of his were mesmerising and she could see that he worked hard on his body. But she knew Neville’s bedroom behaviour and trusted him to take care of her. Besides she was looking forward to sucking that big, fat, veiny–
“Theo ,” she laughed nervously when he placed his slender-fingered hand an inch away from the vial’s edge on the table. “Be careful. That’s a volatile substance. Let my memo go. It wasn’t for you and it’s very important that it gets to its recipient.”
“Is it a love note?” He said, jolting her nervous system awake. “Are you sending naughty messages to some beef cake two floors up, Granger?”
Well she had to play along now, didn’t she? Or else confess to her greatest sin: yes, she fucking adored being stuffed silent by the department’s resident friendly giant.
“If I felt the inclination to seduce some beef cake , as you put it, I would do it in my spare time. Not here. In the lab.”
“Oh I don’t think so,” he laughed and slid himself up to sit on the counter..
She flinched, her reflexes failing her, when the potion vial crashed onto the floor, slipping past her fingers by an inch.
Her eyes widened. Hell could swallow her whole.
It looked like it was about to become Theo’s special day, her choice having been taken from her. But Theo released the memo just as Blaise arrived to see what all of the commotion was.
“Please tell me there was nothing toxic in that,” he pointed to the shards of glass on the floor.
She flicked her wand over the debris, vanishing the smaller pieces, and lifted the still complete bottom which held at least ten drops of liquid left. Quickly Hermione placed it within a sealed decontamination chamber. If she’d lost all of it, she’d be ruined. This, to her knowledge, was the only sample that the Aurors had managed to seize.
“You complete idiot,” she yelled at Theo, feeling her breathing begin to accelerate and the heat start to swell in the room.
She dabbed her forehead to find a thin layer of sweat lining her brow.
Urgently, she scrambled to open her research journal and note down the initial symptoms. Hopefully they wouldn’t worsen from this.
“Granger,” Zabini pressed. “Was that toxic?”
“Only to me,” she leaned against the counter. “Fetch me Neville, please.”
“I’m not going anywhere until we get you help.”
She sighed, “Neville is the help! It’s–” Hermione pressed her fists to her eyes because she was suddenly alarmingly enraptured by beauty in the depths of Theo’s. The swirls of blue and green and perfect aquamarine. The neckline on her dress felt tight at taking in Blaise’s rolled shirt sleeves and undone top button. “The potion. It has lust effects.”
Theo jumped down from the counter. “You’re fucking Longbottom?!”
“Shh!” She exclaimed, wrapping her hand over Theo’s lips. The door was still open. Anybody could have heard that. Gods, this close Theo smelled incredible. Drenched in a masculine sweetness that played on her synapses. She wanted to be smothered in that scent. She wanted him to envelop her under his body and trap her in a cocoon of it while he fucked her senile. “ Please get me Neville. It’s urgent. Very urgent.”
Zabini cursed under his breath and tugged at his collar but was stopped in his tracks by the last person she needed to see. Hermione whimpered when she heard Malfoy’s deep register booming in her ears before his smarmy face graced the view of her only exit.
She stood tall and tried to push down all thoughts of him pressing his Malfoy-crested signet ring, which he’d constantly spin during meetings, against her aching clit. Still, she didn’t remove her hand from Theo’s face, anxious that he might spill her secret and have her sacked for another reason.
Though that was guaranteed now anyway, feeling Theo’s cheeky smile grow under her palm felt dangerous. Thrilling. And Malfoy’s ice-blue eyes excited her just as much when he glanced between the two of them, ignoring Blaise completely.
“What the fuck is going on, Granger?” He whispered sinisterly and came to stand toe-to-toe with her.
So he hadn’t seen the broken vial yet. Good.
The potion didn’t seem to possess a scent. There would be no warning of an attack. But now was not the time to work! Her research into this potion was over judging by Malfoy’s heavy brow and quizzical stare. She was in trouble. Huge trouble and there was only one way out of it. She would have to run to Neville’s office, lock the door behind her and get this over with. The longer she stayed here, the more screwed she’d be.
“I was just getting to work on The Baby Maker and Theo, here, came for a chat.”
“A chat, hmm? And how do you expect to achieve that if his mouth is covered? Just a thought.”
What a patronising, irritating, selfishly handsome blond bastard. How dare he?
Before she could air the thought, Malfoy stepped forward one final time. Once too many. A stray shard of glass crunched under his toe and he looked down. His glare as he relooked at her was deadly.
“Where is The Baby Maker, Granger?” He said unblinkingly.
Blaise rubbed the back of his neck, pulling an involuntary whine from her throat at the sight of his toned arms. She dropped her hand from Theo’s face, noting the extra level of pink tinge to his cheeks now, and pressed her back against the far wall, sinking to the floor. She needed to stay away from them else she’d soon pounce and ride them for dear life.
How would she do them? One at a time? Or all at once? Christ , she needed help.
“It wasn’t my fault,” she shook her head, surprised when Malfoy stooped to her level, crouching two feet away to inspect her.
What would he see? A witch starved of oxygen; a result of the overwhelming scent of man in the room. A woman who had ripped the top three buttons of her blouse to feel air on her skin. A dribble of sweat cascading from her temple.
He’d see the tremble in her hand, her other holding it down to stop her from reaching out and unbuckling her boss’ belt.
“Draco,” Blaise said, nodding to the wet ground.
Malfoy ran his finger through the spilled potion and put two and two together, wiping it on his smart suit trousers. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”
Gods, could he say that again? If he said it just one more time, it could happen. He might fuck her. He might help her.
“I don’t…” Theo laughed nervously, a secret untold. “I don’t feel great. If I’m honest.”
He looked peaky as he tried to swallow several times in a row. She watched the shift of his throat, wondering how fucking delicious it might taste to sink her teeth into. How juicy and sweet. Hermione stood to her feet. Theo couldn’t seem to decide where to focus his attention, spending equal time raking his eyes over her skin, to Draco’s hands and Blaise’s open collar.
“Where’s…” She began, losing the will to protest as the potion’s effects took hold. “Where’s Neville? He can help me.”
Malfoy was quick to pinch her chin and tuck her chest against his, staring down into her eyes. “I fucking knew you were misbehaving on company grounds. You two disappear away from your stations far too fucking regularly.”
“You didn’t say anything?” She asked, her voice small as she sunk into him and pressed her palms flat upon his abdomen. He tensed as she did so and parted his lips, breathing heavily against hers. The urge to reach up on her tiptoes and just end this charade was extreme.
His too-libidinous-to-be-HR-compliant glances at her during meetings were too easily spotted. By her and God knows who else.
“I suspected. But him ? Granger? You like them big? Is that it?”
“Draco…” Blaise warned. What he did with his bassy voice was masterful. He somehow managed to calm her trembling body and excite her needy clit in the same breath. “Let her go.”
“What? So that you can have her? I don’t fucking think so.”
“What?” She squeaked through dry lips.
What were they talking about?
“Draco,” Blaise smiled in that small way that wasn’t really a smile but a taut caution. “Now is not the time. Let her go to Longbottom. He’ll cure her, right? And we can continue as normal.”
“I need help,” Theo whimpered and began unbuttoning his shirt, not stopping until he flung the two sides loose. There, she saw two pink scars underneath his toned pecs. Ignoring the way the ridges of his abdomen tensed and rolled as his sculpted chest heaved was as difficult as figuring out this potion had been.
“You’re… You’re trans?” She asked and Theo nodded smally as he began to understand what was happening to him. “Okay, get him out of here.” She looked up to Malfoy. “Get him out of here! You know how the potion works.”
Malfoy straightened his spine, tensed his jaw and inhaled deeply and then said, “Theo, the potion that spilled is designed to make those who are biologically female fuck to exhaustion in the aid of procreation. You have two options: we can lock you in a room by yourself to wait out the potion’s effects where you can fist your new dick alone. It will be mentally painful for you. Or you can stay and use whichever of us you please to help us with this little experiment since Granger cocked it up.”
Would begging him to say cock again breach the Ministry’s Employee Code of Conduct?
Hoarse and affected, Theo laughed, “Well I only have one hole now so you’ll have to share, boys. It was about time I got a shag. I’ve been waiting for weeks for my scars to heal.” Theo smiled radiantly as he rubbed his palms suggestively over his thighs while his trousers tented. Hermione held in a whimper. “Who wants to start?”
Slow and depraved, Malfoy’s face broke out into a serpentine smile. “Myfriend is a hungry little thing, isn’t he?”
They couldn’t possibly be implying what she thought they were?
“He’s joking?” Hermione asked, turning silent when Blaise and Theo’s eyes locked from across the room.
“You want to see how hard it gets, Blaise?” Theo nipped his bottom lip between perfectly white teeth and rolled his shirt from his well-muscled shoulders.
Deep chocolate-rich eyes darted to Theo’s crotch before eager hands could tear at his belt. “A custom-designed cock,” he said, raising red sores on Theo’s tanned throat. “Yes fucking please.”
She swallowed and Malfoy’s thumb tracked the movement, following her nerves down her neck before resting his hand on her chest. “Every Friday since the beginning of eighth year, Blaise and I have shared Theo. We haven’t had a taste since he traded his sweet boy pussy for a fully functioning cock though. He’s been resting, you see, and now the healers have signed him off as fuckable again. Now I like both but… Today, I’m starving for what you can bring to the table, Granger.”
So do it then.
Those words very nearly slipped out and if that happened, Hermione would let him touch her in the way he was aching to. And she’d have to admit, once it was done, that the only thing to have stopped her from fucking the attitude out of him all of these years is the fact that he controlled her career.
Nothing. More.
But she was saved, quite gallantly, by a man who’d always had her back. He hadn’t failed her today. Taller than the doorway, he had to stoop his head to enter and brush back his dark waves from his eyes.
“Step away from her, Malfoy, and I won’t report you.” Neville’s voice cut like a knife through the mindfuck spinning her head. The shiver of it induced by the soft demand of Malfoy’s fingers passing over her collarbone.
Neville’s wand was raised, both hands gripping the handle, his elbows lifted beside his head. Ready to strike. Poised for war. A low growl ached up Malfoy’s chest and he rolled his eyes, frustrated to be interrupted.
It was hotter than it ought to have been.
When he turned and dropped his touch from her completely, her attention instead darted across the room to Theo sitting on the countertop with Blaise slowly pulling Theo’s trousers down his toned legs.
Fuck. If Theo was going to get some out of this then Hermione needed her cure too. She needed it. Badly. And Blaise was available if the other two wanted to fight about fucking her rather than actually just fucking her.
“Longbottom, return to your post,” Malfoy demanded as he reached for his wand from his inner blazer pocket.
Before he could fire a shot, Neville pointed his toward the door and quickly swung it shut, locking all five of them inside. That was good and bad. The good was that now Hermione would only have access to these four men, rather than all three-hundred currently working within the Ministry. Thank Heavens. The bad of it was the in-fighting due to break out between them, stirred by Malfoy. But if she was being honest, that just turned her on more.
“She called for me to be here and now I see why. To warn you off.”
“ Warn me–? Longbottom, I’m her superior and I have every right to be here. There’s been an incident so I’m awfully sorry if that has interfered with your fuck schedule but you’re no longer required. The fewer men close to her the better. Preferably only me . I’m in charge here, it’s my fault and my responsibility.”
Malfoy continued to explain the situation but their voices faded into mist, a tingle on her periphery only, as the proximity of two others drew her eye. Hermione approached Theo and Blaise, laying a hand on the latter’s shoulder.
“Will you help me please?” She said softly, admiring the passion in their kiss, the fire in their eyes as they pulled away. There was comfort in the familiar, she could see. The same sort she shared with Neville. But today was a day of trying out new things and not just one or two.
Theo whined, low and disgruntled, at having Blaise distracted but the man could multitask. He palmed Theo over his black boxers, making the man’s head tip back with pleasure, and he cupped her face, ran his thumb over her bottom lip and whispered, “I don’t know. You’re not lucid.”
“Neither is Theo!” She whined, balking in embarrassment as she heard herself. The potion was strong . Soon she’d be only a passenger to its effects.
“The difference is: I know Theo wants me. He always wants me. He’s always aching for it. You… You look at me a few times a week like maybe, if I was a luckier man, you might give me a chance.”
Any other time, Hermione would find a confession like that quite romantic. Today, now more specifically, while the potion boiled her blood and set her pulse racing, she was just impatient.
“Did you just see Neville close the door, Blaise?” She said, pushing her hand over his chest to feel him tense underneath it.
Neville raised a brow as he observed her, after hearing his name mentioned, but did not distract Malfoy from his temper. Good. That would mean she’d be able to begin without her boss’ interference.
“Yeah, he charmed it shut–” Blaise started, interrupted too soon.
“Do you not think I know that spell too?” Her desperation was mounting. Why couldn’t he understand how dire this situation was? Hermione was burning for him, her fingers scrambling now at the hem of her cardigan not to just reach down and take him from his trousers. She couldn’t until he okayed this but the potion wouldn’t waste too much more time before taking hold of her entirely.
“Yes?” Blaise laughed low at the back of his throat in a way that could tame her if she turned feral. It was a catch-22. That laugh was partially the reason she was about to dry hump him into oblivion. If he laughed like that again, she’d start salivating like a hound who’d been told to wait. She had never been good at waiting.
“So why would I ask you for your help closing the stupid thing all the time if I didn’t want to speak to you? To watch you complete a feat of strength for me? To drool over your body, Blaise!”
A wicked grin reached his honeyed eyes. “That’s good enough for me,” he said quickly and pulled her against his side to kiss her messily, urgently, exactly how she needed it.
Blaise swept his tongue between her lips, cradling her neck, and stole her breath. He was silent with it, keeping her for himself while Malfoy’s back was turned. While he worked her up into a frenzy, burying his fingers into her curls, she skated her outstretched hand across Theo’s thigh, feeling the soft but toned plane of it. Brunette curls created a picture in her mind of him naked, thrusting up into her.
“Longbottom, we’ve got this handled–” Hermione was sure Malfoy said, oblivious to the heat building behind him. Theo pulled himself from his boxers, a proud beaming smile on his face.
“Look, Granger.” She tore her lips from Blaise’s, leaving him bereft. “Look at my cock. It’s nice, right?” There were two small white scars at the base of his shaft and on either side of his inner thighs but otherwise, you would never know that Theo wasn’t born with that majestic power between his legs.
Pink at the head, weeping, thick like his arms, it was more than nice .
“I want to ride it,” she said, nodding, shocking herself as she climbed up onto the counter to straddle him.
“Fuck, she’s going to ride me, Blaise,” Theo panted, trying to repress his own symptoms. And if he was having to repress his symptoms it meant that Hermione had no effect whatsoever on alleviating them. While he wanted her, he still needed a man to touch him.
And yet, as she stole a kiss and then another from him, rucked up her skirt and slipped aside her knickers in preparation, Hermione felt momentarily better . Fucking Theo would help achieve the potion’s goals. So she concluded, The Baby Maker recognised the gender identity of the subject but not the host, of which Theo was both. The potion was flawed: it could not accurately determine which subject had the ability to breed the host. Since Theo could not impregnate her, but he could fuck her, that is all it was based on.
Pure. Fucking.
It was no better than a lust potion and Hermione had survived one or two of those before. So to hell with it. It was her Friday Fuckday and there were four very willing, very gorgeous men who wanted to make her feel good. She'd recently taken her monthly contraceptive & protection potion anyway so her only worry was in not being touched at all and having to abide searing pain. Though that seemed unlikely now. The only problem would be whether her destined lovers could accomplish it without murdering each other.
“What the fuck?!” Malfoy turned, finding her lips locked with Blaise while she pumped Theo twice to ready him. He really did feel glorious, his olive skin shifting smoothly with every stroke.
“My surgeon needs a raise, Blaise!” Theo’s nails dug into the harsh edge of the counter, a line of sweat covering his thick brow as he experienced a sensation he never had before. “This feels–” His green eyes rolled with ecstasy and his words were caught on Blaise’s tongue who stooped to kiss him.
He whispered in Theo’s ear, “Didn’t I tell you this would happen one day? Enjoy it, mate. You have no idea what you’re in for when she slips down onto it. Better hold your breath.”
“Oh, Gods,” Theo groaned, unprepared. Bless him, he thought he would only get his weekly flirt from her today. But ahead of him was a day like none other.
Hermione would usually tease her lover first and slide his head through her slick but in her mind a voice rang, saying, Fuck him, fuck him, just fuck him. And she took him deep, fast, without a sound, with parted lips and her eyes latched on his to bring him euphoria. Through gritted teeth and with watery eyes, Theo said a breathy, “Thank you” as though she was the one curing him .
A sucker for praise, Hermione moaned, turned on by his gentleness in combination with the masculine sights and smells around her. And she rolled her hips, leaning down to kiss him again. “Don’t thank me. Fuck me,” she ordered.
He nodded, his curls in disarray, and licked his lips in thought before gripping her waist and bouncing her on his cock like he’d done this many, many times before.
“Well I guess that answered my question,” Neville said, having listened to Malfoy explain the effects of the potion. “This really is just going to be a big fucking orgy then?”
Malfoy sighed, his eyes fixed to her bare thighs. “ I wanted her first. But Theo’s waited a long time for this and I’d be a dick to steal her from him.”
Neville took a step closer to the serial complainer until the tips of their polished shoes brushed, until Malfoy tipped up his head nervously to look into those deep chocolate eyes. “So if you’d found Hermione and I together, you’re saying you’d take her from me? I’d like to see you try, Boss.”
Malfoy hesitated to speak. There was nobody taller than him in the Department of Hazardous Potions and Cursed Artefacts except Neville. Nobody was more authoritarian except Neville. And while Malfoy liked to command, Neville liked to lead . There was a vast difference, Hermione had come to find. And it seemed as though today was the day Malfoy would learn that lesson too.
“Longbottom, if I had ever found you two fucking on company time, I’d have made you pay for it. You . Not her.”
“So…” Neville cheekily smiled when he caught her eye, winking for her to continue fucking Theo into her lab room counter. He was playing his own game now. “So would you make Zabini pay if you caught him and Hermione shagging in the office? They’ve come close plenty of times from what she tells me.”
Blaise conceded to Theo’s pleas for help by stripping himself bare, completely unbothered by the two other men in the room, and slipped his thick, hard cock between Theo’s lips, like a lollipop to suck on, when he leaned back his head over the side of the counter. They both groaned in unison, fuelling Hermione’s drive to reach orgasm by each and every one of them as many times as possible as soon as possible.
“Nice, Zabini,” Neville praised and, breathless, Blaise lifted his three middle fingers to his temple, waving them away casually in a lazy salute.
“I wouldn’t be happy about it but I’d allow it,” Malfoy argued.
“So your issue then is with me. What is it?” Neville cooed. “What don’t you like about me, Sir ?”
Malfoy tripped over his words, becoming flustered. “You refuse to call me that. It’s–”
“What? Why can’t I be with her? Because I have been. A lot . Whether you like it or not.”
Hermione laughed and pressed her palms to Theo’s chest, skirting them higher to trace Blaise’s cock in his throat as it attempted to fill Theo with enough sensation to drain him inside of her. “Nev’s right, Malfoy. I go to him because he knows what I like. Isn’t that why you turn to Blaise and Theo?”
“Yes…”
“So the only conclusion I can make for why you would be so upset about Neville taking me is… jealousy . It isn’t a good look,” she finished, enjoying her lowered inhibitions, making Theo sputter in laughter and heave in a breath before taking Blaise back greedily.
“Is she right?” Neville asked, pressing his hand to Malfoy’s chest. “Does that envy have two heads, Draco? It isn’t just Hermione you want but you’re too scared to ask either of us for more, aren’t you?”
Malfoy nodded subtly, considering his options as he watched Hermione throw back her long curls, and then softly said, “I’ll do what you say if I can help her.”
“If you can fuck her? Boss, it sounds like she’s going to be compelled to fuck you whether you want her to or not. You came into this room. You didn’t leave before the door closed once you knew what had happened. You wanted to be trapped in here as one of the subjects of her lust. Theo’s too. So if being fucked to sleep was what you wanted, you only needed to ask. You didn’t have to spill the Baby Maker to achieve it.”
“I didn’t! It was an accident. I wasn’t in here when it happened!” Malfoy protested, his chest heaving as Neville’s hands slowly worked over his arms, trying to settle him but taking the opposite effect.
“I don’t care how it happened. Whatever your write up of this event will be, one thing is certain,” Neville said. “ I’m in charge here. You can beta if you want. You know your friends better than I do. But I take care of Hermione. She is my priority and if you get in my way, I will fuck you too. Do you understand me?”
Hermione’s first spiral of pleasure burst forward coincidentally alongside Malfoy’s soft, nervous gulp just before he said, “Deal. But I’m next with Granger.”
Neville chuckled, pinching Draco’s chin, pressing a brief kiss to his lips. “Just for that… You’re going to be last.”
Whatever order they came in, Hermione didn’t care. The potion had taken hold completely, filling her head with sordid designs and unending desires. She wouldn’t be satisfied until she was leaking their come, exhausted, spanked red and reeling.
And with her research project finally complete.