just sit in the closet and do not hang out, it seems to you not the first time. Seeing the glass in Harry's hands, he continued - We've done without the dishes, as you see

“Forgive Harry,” Hermione was already standing on her side, head down so that her hair almost completely covered her face — I noticed too late that you took the glass with you. Again, everything would be in vain.

* * *

- Malfoy, you're still sick! - Harry made the final movement with his wand and another large stone fell to the floor. - After all, Hermione did not want to!

“Go to hell, Potter!” We have been busy with these stones here for an hour. You have not said a single word during this time, so you would be silent further. Or is it your envy finally spit? So go to your Mudblood, can persuade. And I, by the way, did not force her!

- Yeah, how "did not force"! I saw you holding her with your hands!

“This is for her own good, otherwise it would have spat out everything out of habit,” Draco tried on, and the spell that had broken from his wand had split a particularly large cobblestone. - In general, it's time to take a break.

- What, already tired?

- What are you, do not you? Actually, it's night outside now, and we haven't slept today. I think we need to have dinner and get some sleep, ”he gently rubbed his wand, and Draco put it in his robe pocket. “Yes, we all need dinner.” Your girlfriend too.

- Malfoy, shut up! Hermione is my friend, not my friend! - Harry also removed his wand, and began to examine the corridor. - It seems that we have done almost nothing. Hermione is right, we'll be messing around here for a month.

- If she is your friend - so why didn't you even talk to her? If you are jealous, what kind of friendship is there? Draco looked around the corridor and shrugged toward the hall.

Malfoy went to the pantry for a meal, and Harry decided that they would have time to talk with Hermione:

“Hermione, forgive me,” he walked over to the sitting girl on his side of the barrier.

It seems she did not even notice how he approached, and lifted her head, only at the sound of his voice. Her eyes turned red, she seemed to cry.

- For what? That I shouldn't have ... You know, I'm so ashamed ...

“No, I shouldn't have left and left you alone with Malfoy!” And with this damn glass - again I'm to blame!

- Harry, stop it. What was, was, - Hermione looked behind Harry. “But you should apologize for something else.” You know, none of you brought water after all this, and after Malfoy the taste in your mouth is really ugly.

- Oh, I'm sorry. I somehow did not think about it at all.

- There he is, by the way, returns. Apparently grabbed something in your pantry. You would eat something too.

- Hmm, good. What about you?

- I? Well ... can you now? Well, that is, will you succeed? Hermione blushed slightly again.

“Yes, I think everything will be fine,” Harry looked back at the approaching Slyrenton and asked, “turn away, please, I will undress.”

Turning to the other side of the barrier, he took Hermione's panties from a chair and quickly put them on. Grabbing the ill-starred glass, Harry went to the door at the entrance to the hall.

* * *

Harry leisurely looked at the pantry piled high with various weapons. Racks with rusty swords, shields on the walls, standing a pile of spears. Several candles emitted a soft light, a wooden table and several chairs stood in the corner. The opposite corner occupied a large, once beautiful, and now half-scattered chair. Pulling off his pants, he sat down on one of the chairs.

After speaking with Hermione, his member showed no signs of life. Looking around again, he found himself looking at a rack with spears. The spears were large, long and even.For some reason, the picture immediately resurfaced as a kneeling Hermione captures a long, smooth member of Malfoy with her lips.

Interestingly, he is so big, or rather long. It seems that girls like these should. Some idiotic thoughts were creeping into my head. Interesting, but maybe Malfoy is right and he is just jealous? Harry considered Hermione a friend, but that night had already turned too much on her head.

Harry got up from his chair, quietly went to the door to the hall and quietly looked out. For some reason, he knew what he saw, and it seemed he was not even surprised. Draco was completely naked in a chair, and Hermione was moving a hand over his penis. Harry looked around - yes, that's right, he had his glass again and was standing on the floor next to the chair. First, picking up the dishes, he wanted to rush into the hall and interrupt a couple, but he stopped at the door. First you had to get dressed, well, if the girl's panties could be considered clothing. And secondly, for sure Hermione and Draco agreed on something, because this time she knows where and why Harry left. And thirdly, he's not jealous, right?

Yes, it's a damn Malfoy, but these are forced measures. They have to get out of here alive, and Hermione too. Harry decided that she vryat finds something pleasant in that would masturbate and suck Malfoy, and then swallow his sperm, so surely everything will be like last time.

Once again looking out into the hall, the boy froze. Hermione's Draco cock was in her hand, and her head was in her mouth, and she seemed to be licking her while she continued to move her hand. It seems that Malfoy was telling her something, but he was not heard.

Only then did Harry feel that his own member had come to life long ago, and it requires immediate attention. He wanted to go back to the room and not look, but his legs seemed to have grown to the floor. Gripping his cock in his fist, Harry froze. It was wrong to stand so naked, looking at Hermione and Malfoy. He wanted to move his hand along the blood-filled organ, but Harry tried not to give in. Hell, his hips moved forward themselves and a wave of pleasure swept through his body. It seems now Hermione began to move her hand faster.

Here Malfoy again says something to her, and again her lips wraps around his body. For a while her head does not move, then Draco guides her with her hands. It wasn’t very clear, but Harry had a great idea of ​​how her gentle lips moved. Up and down, now in time with his own hand. He realized that he was choking. Her throat was completely dry with excitement. A familiar tickling feeling appeared in the eggs. He watched as Hermione released her dick from her mouth and seemed outraged. Draco says something to her again and the girl continues the interrupted activity. He strokes her head, fingering his brown hair. I wonder how you could be such an idiot? Why, why did Harry not notice how beautiful she was before!

Interestingly, such a Malfoy told Hermione that she was like that at once ... It is a pity that I could not hear anything. Why is she looking at Draco with surprise? Here he explained something to her, then took his hand and put it between his legs. Hermione nodded uncertainly and again took his dick in her mouth, handing over the scrotum.

Malfoy clenched his teeth, and his gaze rested directly on Harry. A triumphant smile appeared on his face. Hermione stopped and seemed to swallow several times. Damn, Draco must have noticed him. Harry backed off, nearly knitting his bare buttocks against the wooden door of the pantry. Then he could not stand it, and barely managed to substitute the glass - he finished, firing several dull-white jets.