thumbs up and touched her entrance. His finger slid easily inside, and Draco felt her tremble. She screamed, and Malfoy felt her spasms - the elastic walls of the vagina squeezed the remaining finger. But here, it seems it was all over. Hermione was breathing hard, and a small stream of grease was flowing through her palm.

Her eyes again became meaningful, and she jerked abruptly, rolling off the couch:

“Malfoy, what the hell?” - brown, wide-open eyes threw lightning, and it seems they were going to leave only little heads from him - what was it now?

“Granger, don't you know what an orgasm is?”

- What is an orgasm, I know, but what the hell did you do?

- Didn’t you like it? - Draco smiled wickedly. “But then why the fuck did you sleep with me?”

- Malfoy, you anxious moron! You have severe blood loss. Yesterday evening you were almost ice! And here we have no fireplace or blankets - I, in fact, tried to warm you up!

- Blood loss? What happened? “Draco frowned a little,” I thought we had a fight with Potter?

- Have a fight? - Hermione's eyebrows flew up, - you almost killed each other! You grappled there so much that you turned the whole storeroom upside down. In the end, you unsuccessfully ran into an old dagger, and Harry and I had to treat you, bandage and warm! By the way, I gave my only shirt to your dressing!

Hermione rose from the floor in full growth, and now Draco was able to appreciate it in its natural form. And she has a great figure, legs are slim and her ass is so fine.

- Granger! But you really liked it! - Draco smirked, and tried to lay back on the couch so that would get rid of the oppressive pain - if you were so against, why did not stop me?

Noticing the light blush, Draco was surprised that she might still be embarrassed. He extended his hand and pointedly raised his own member, exposing the head. After making a couple of movements, he felt that under Hermione’s gaze his body had become stony hard.

- Hey, I tried for you! - Draco tried to smile, but another injection of pain turned a smile into a grimace - now it's your turn.

- Fuck you! - it seems she calmed down a little, but the remains and anger and some confusion were still reflected in her eyes.

“Granger, don't be so ungrateful!” And then, you actually need this for business. - releasing the member, Draco pointedly bit his lip and exhaled heavily, put his hand to the bandage.

- Painfully? - now the anger is gone from her voice, replaced by sympathy. - Malfoy, you need to lie still and not try to portray a sex maniac!

“Yes, there is a little bit,” Draco closed his eyes, and again wrapped his hand around his dick, exposing his head. - I need to get distracted.

Listening to her breathing, he began to move his hand over his penis. It was interesting what she would do. Most likely he will leave. But he did not guess. I heard some rustle and tender fingers squeezed the penis easily, pushing his hand away. Hot tongue walked along the trunk and soft lips clasped the head.

* * *

Malfoy was lying on her couch and seemed to be asleep. Squatting on the floor, Hermione leaned her back against the old furniture and thought. Yesterday she was scared to hell. This senseless fight between the boys, which almost turned into a tragedy, shifted something in her mind. After they bandaged and laid Malfoy down, she wept tearfully on Harry's shoulder, and he stroked her back and soothed her.

They were completely naked - Hermina's mantle was used to hide the slug that had not come to its senses.For some reason she could not remember at what point the soothing kisses turned into exciting.

She was so good in his arms - his hands first stroked her back, then her ass, and then moved to her chest. She did not want to compare, but her own thoughts did not care about orders. Then, Harry's hot hands warmed her, carrying warm, mellow sweetness all over his body. A minute ago, Malfoy's icy hands burned her, bringing sharp and sharp pleasure. Why didn't she stop it? She did not like him, well, not a bit.

She again went over the events of the evening in memory. Harry sat down on a chair and sat her on his lap. They kissed, Harry caressed her breasts with his hands, and she played with his newly risen member. I wonder if she would then sit on his knees face, not sideways. What would he do? Would try her ... Or? And she, she would allow?

Having just finished Draco's caress, Hermione again felt arousal. I wonder what's going on with her? Or is this the way things work together with the circumstances? Although yesterday, she again never finished. Excited by caressing Harry, she again sucked his fat cock, already slightly getting used to the big head that could barely fit in his mouth.

And then they talked. They remembered some jokes and jokes, discussed what they would do first, how they would get out. They were even dismantled by some strange laughter - they probably just started to move away from what happened and had an excess of adrenaline.

And yet, there was also a conversation. Hermione just asked Harry to hold back, without exacerbating the idiotic situation in which they all fell. But he either did not understand her, or he accepted this request somehow differently. They didn't quarrel with him so often, and the anger on Harry's face ... It was unexpected.

Yes, she knew the attitude of Harry Potter to Draco Malfoy and fully shared him. After all, shared? A mixture of hate and disgust, but probably this is the correct description. Although you can't take this arrogant attractiveness away from the blonde ... Hermione shook her head, trying to ward off thoughts of a recent awakening. Why did he do it?

No, this is pure physiology. She liked Harry much more, and much longer. And then, with him so easily. After all, they almost immediately made up yesterday. And then again his hot lips and hands ...

Footsteps were heard, and Hermione lifted her head. Harry approached the barrier. In his hands was a magic wand, and the mantle was covered with dust and stone chips. Quickly undressing, he approached Hermione.

- Sleeping?

- Yes. It already seems to him better.

“Um, Hermione, you never dressed,” the girl made a movement, trying to either stand up or hide behind, but remained in place

- Do you want me to get dressed? - she enjoyed looking at Harry, slightly bowing her head, - I don't even know where my mantle is. Yesterday I hid Malfoy to her, but I never saw her again.

- Yes, there she is, - pointed at Harry's sofa, - he sleeps on it.

Hermione stood up and stretched slightly. It was funny, Harry seemed to have choked and was now trying to look away.

- Yes, I do not mind if you want - do not get dressed. I like it even better, - he smiled and now considered her too, - But I do not like the fact that Malfoy will stare at you when he wakes up.

“Harry, you are jealous!” Hermione laughed and kissed him lightly, hugging him a little. With difficulty dodging his hands, she ran a little to the side.

Wow, I wonder, did her kiss on him have such an effect? Harry's cock rose, and swayed proudly in time with the steps of the boy approaching her.

She took a step back, and rested her back on the barrier. Harry came up and gently hugged her and kissed her neck. It was a strange feeling - to lean back into something springy, and at the same time feel the gentle touch of his hands, freely passing through the barrier.

Hermione felt like a wet head of the penis poked into her lower abdomen, Harry pressed her with his whole body and kissed her without letting go. His hands moved from her back to her ass, and then one hand found her chest and began to gently squeeze and stroke.She felt her newly hardened nipple resting in the palm of the boy.

Interestingly, yesterday he did not dare to touch her "there", but she did not dare to ask. His tongue left ... Read more →