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Hermione Granger had suspected that her lovers, Fleur Delacour and Viktor Krum would get her back for her mischief the other day, but still, she hadn’t quite thought that it specifically would be today.
After Hermione had finished up her meeting at the office, she went back to her main room at the Ministry of Magic, she closed the door and placed her things down, but hadn’t realized that there were other people in the room, until there was the sound of clothing of some sort moving, and she gasped, seeing Viktor and Fleur emerge from apparently nowhere, and lunge for her.
It was because Hermione knew that her lovers would never hurt her, that she didn’t even bother reaching for her wand, in her pocket.
Almost anyone else, she would have, but it was Fleur and Viktor.
Hermione noticed what was on the floor, where Viktor and Fleur had flung it.
Harry’s invisibility cloak. Obviously, Viktor and Fleur had borrowed Hermione’s dear friend’s cloak for this purpose.
She would grill Harry about what Viktor and Fleur had said to convince him to give them his cloak, solely out of amusement sake, she would ask him, wanting to see his cheeks grow pink in embarrassment.
But that was for later.
At the moment, Hermione cried out, as Viktor grabbed her arms, going behind her and holding her arms behind her back.
Fleur closed in on her from the brunette’s front, smirking playfully at Hermione as she said, “Mon cheri, I warn you………now would be a wise idea to say your safeword. Otherwise?”
Hermione understood the implications.
Hermione shivered and leaned back against Viktor’s wide chest.
Hermione’s skirt wasn’t nearly as short as she would like under this specific condition, but she spread her legs underneath her skirt, and Fleur and Viktor both chuckled, understanding.
“Such a slut,” Fleur purred, her right hand going under the fabric of Hermione’s light green skirt, her hand going between the brunette’s thighs, going beneath Hermione’s underwear, and pushing one finger and then another into Hermione’s wetness.
Hermione cried out, arching against Viktor.
She felt Viktor bring his hot mouth to the right side of her neck, licking and sucking.
Hermione rocked against Fleur’s fingers, moaning.
Fleur pressed her fingers in further, and they brushed again and again against Hermione’s clit.
Hermione cried out then, eyes clenching shut, as she came, clenching around Fleur’s slender fingers, coming on them.
Fleur crooned quietly, and as Viktor held Hermione’s wrists in his large left hand, his right hand came around to Hermione’s chest, and began to cup and fondle Hermione’s breasts, alternating between squeezing Hermione’s right breast and then the brunette’s left breast.
As Fleur removed her fingers from Hermione’s cunt, she lowered herself down to her knees, pushing Hermione’s legs open, lifting Hermione’s skirt, and pulling down Hermione’s underwear down.
Fleur smirked, smelling Hermione’s pleasure dripping down the younger witch’s inner thighs.
Turnabout was so fun. Not that it hadn’t been fun when Hermione had teased them the other day during work, almost making their………activities known to the board that Fleur and Viktor were speaking to, but this was even more fun.
Fleur dove her head forward, tongue thrusting into Hermione’s cunt, and she listened to the music of Hermione screaming as she arched against the other woman.
Fleur’s smirk widened, when she felt Viktor pulling up Hermione’s skirt from behind and begin to pull down his pants, his hand, which had previous been groping Hermione’s breasts, undoing his pants, and cupping Hermione’s left ass cheek, as his large, thick, hard cock got ready to penetrate.
Oh, Hermione, unless she used her safeword, was going to get it, alright, for what happened the other day.
She was going to get it good, in both of her beautiful holes.