Hermione could scarcely breathe.

She had never dreamed that her questioning Draco two months ago would ever lead to her standing in a room with the two men she currently was.

Draco's arm was still snaked tightly around her waist, but rather than being possessive, she could feel the rising need within him.

And Charlie.

Charlie was standing in front of her, looking like he was ready to shove Draco aside and claim ownership of her.

He stepped closer — his fingers trailing down her arm again — just as Draco's lips pressed against her shoulder.

"This is all for you," Charlie's mouth descended on her other shoulder, "You have us both at your mercy. Tell us what you want, and we promise to leave you satisfied."

Draco's mouth abruptly left her shoulder and a harsh breath washed over her skin. "One rule, Weasley." His voice was tight, demanding. "You can't finish inside my wife."

Charlie looked up at him, and Hermione saw the knowing exchange pass between them. She was Draco's wife, and the privilege of being the one to fill her was his and his alone. And she was silently grateful for Draco's request. She loved him, and only him. This was just a fantasy that had no strings attached. And as much as she wanted this night, Charlie would simply be a pleasant memory after it was all done, but that was it.

Hermione reached her arm around Draco's neck and turned her head to kiss him. She felt Charlie's hand press against her collar and slide slowly down between her breasts. But she ignored it. She wanted one moment with Draco, wanted to reassure him that no matter what happened in this room, she was his.

"Fuck, Pages, I've barely touched you and you feel more incredible than I ever imagined."

Hermione smiled against Draco's mouth.

Pages.

It was Charlie's nickname for her from the time they first met. Her nose had been in a book and she had barely registered his presence when he arrived at The Burrow all those years ago. He'd laughingly called her the apt name and it had stuck.

Although, it had been years since she'd heard it, and rather than the somersaults her heart used to do at hearing him calling her that name, she now simply felt a fond warmth at the title.

She broke the kiss with Draco and smiled up at him, holding his gaze for several seconds. He kissed the tip of her nose, letting her know that this was perfect, that he knew what she was silently telling him.

She turned back to Charlie in time to see him shrugging out of his well-worn leather jacket, leaving him in just the soft, grey shirt that hugged his torso perfectly.

Draco shifted behind her and she glanced back to see him removing his suit jacket and loosening the cuffs on his shirt. She began to reach for the zipper on her dress, but both men stopped her.

"No," Draco said gently and covered her hand with his. "Let us do that."

She nodded, a tiny flash of nerves swirling inside her. She was clearly the odd one out. Draco had been in this situation, and going by his reaction, so had Charlie.

"Don't be nervous. Just enjoy this, and let us enjoy you." Charlie stepped close to her and cupped her jaw with his calloused hands. His eyes were the ocean; fathomless blue and carrying a depth of emotion as raw as the sand upon which the waves crashed. "May I kiss you?"

Hermione nodded her consent and he smiled, leaning in slowly and kissing her softly. Considering the situation, she was slightly taken aback at how gentle Charlie was being. She had expected him to be more forceful, but his mouth remained slow and gentle, and she couldn't help but reach her hand to his chest.

She heard the zipper lower on her dress, and pulled away from Charlie, who looked past her to grin at Draco.

"Charlie, this is my wife." Draco's hands moved to Hermione's shoulders and slowly pushed her straps down her arms, "And she is exquisite."

Her dress drifted to the floor, leaving her standing in black lace.

"Mmmm," Charlie hummed, his eyes roaming slowly over Hermione's near-naked figure. "Truly you are a fortunate man."

Draco's hands squeezed her hips, sliding up her ribs and cupping her breasts. She sighed, and leaned back into him, only realising that he had removed his shirt when his warm skin pressed against her back.

Draco slipped Hermione's bra straps down her arms before gliding his fingers around the back to undo the clasp. As the bra loosened, a rush of sudden nerves hit her, and Hermione's hands came up to cover her chest.

"Let go," Draco whispered into her ear, his warm breath making her shiver. "Let Charlie see your amazing breasts."

Hermione swallowed nervously before removing her hands, watching Charlie's eyes move down to her chest as Draco plucked the lace from her skin, dropping it at his feet.

"Draco is correct. You truly are exquisite," Charlie murmured, his own hands undoing the shirt he had on, revealing his broad, muscular chest and toned abs.

Hermione was mesmerised by the array of tattoos that littered his skin, interspersed with different scars and the odd burn mark.

"Charlie," she breathed, enthralled as she watched a Norwegian Ridgeback swipe its tail across his left pectoral. "They move."

"They do. You can touch him."

Hermione reached for him, her fingers smoothing across the body of the large dragon, watching as it turned its head and roared. She had no idea tattoos could do that.

"Magical," he grinned, shivering slightly at her warm touch, as his shirt hit the ground.

Draco dropped to his knees behind his wife, his fingers reaching under the elastic of her lace underwear and slowly sliding them down her legs. His hands roamed up the back of her calves and thighs, his thumbs at the juncture, encouraging her to move her legs apart before standing back up.

Hermione's chest was heaving with erratic breaths as she was bared to the auburn-haired man in front of her.

Charlie moved to undo the belt on his trousers, watching Draco's hands slide around Hermione's slim hips, his fingers digging into one as the other slid over her mons and down into her slippery folds.

"Oh God," Hermione whimpered as Draco circled her clit, before inserting two fingers into her tight channel.

"So wet, baby. Are you this wet for me and Charlie?"

Hermione groaned, "Yes," as Draco began plunging his fingers in and out of her, Charlie watching as he stepped out of his trousers and underwear, taking off his shoes and socks in the process.

The dragon tamer reached for her breasts, his fingers plucking at her erect nipples as Hermione continued to groan at the pleasure Draco was administering to her pussy. Her hips thrust forward as the hand Draco had clasped about her hip moved down to pinch and rub at her swollen bud while Charlie twisted and pulled at her nipples.

"Oh… Merlin… fuck… I'm going to come," Hermione shouted as her belly clenched in anticipation, the pressure building as she shattered around Draco's fingers, the walls of her cunt throbbing against her husband's dexterous fingers.

Draco removed his fingers, dripping with Hermione's juices and reached over her shoulder to rub them against Charlie's lips.

"Taste." Draco insisted, smirking at the shocked look on the other man's face, before Charlie opened his mouth, sucking Draco's fingers into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the digits and licking Hermione's essence from them.

"Perfection." Charlie groaned, noticing Hermione's eyes widen at what was happening before Draco circled his wife's waist and lifted her, turning them both and throwing her down onto the large bed.

While Hermione moved up the mattress and made herself comfortable, Draco removed the rest of his clothing, both men standing naked before her at the end of the bed. Her eyes flitted from one to the other, noticing the differences between them.

Charlie was much larger than Draco, his shoulders broad and square, years of physical work bulking him out, whereas her husband was slimmer but no less toned. Draco had the perfect V shape leading from his hips down to the juncture of his thighs where his cock stood hard and proud surrounded by curly blond hair, his skin pale and soft. Charlie had a fine smattering of dark red hair leading from his navel down to his turgid length, also hard as rock in the moment.

Hermione noticed Charlie seemed thicker and would stretch her more than Draco, but her husband's cock was slightly longer, and she knew it hit that sweet spot inside her every time he fucked her. Another dragon — a welsh green, by the looks of it — circled Charlie's navel, tribal tattoos littered up the other side of his torso, making him look every bit as wild as he was.

Draco moved around the side of the bed, climbing in behind Hermione and positioning her between his legs. He leaned back against the headboard, taking Hermione with him, her back pressed against his chest, his cock laying against the crease of her arse. He ran his hands along her thighs, coming to rest on her knees, gently spreading them.

"Open up, baby," he whispered. "Let Charlie see how beautiful you are."

Hermione did as instructed as Charlie knelt at the bottom of the bed, his hands resting on her ankles before gliding them up her legs, until the fingers of one hand reached her glistening pussy, opening her up, coating his fingers in her come.

"Do you want him to put his mouth on you, Hermione?" Draco growled into her ear, his hands moving up her ribcage until they were cupping her breasts.

"Ye-yes," she stuttered, as she watched Charlie lower his head to her centre, swiping his tongue up her.

"Fuck," Charlie muttered, closing his eyes and savouring the taste of her on his tongue, before diving back down.

"Oh," Hermione shivered at the sensations rocketing through her body.

Charlie wasted no time in licking her from bottom to top, the tip of his tongue running circles around her engorged bud, still sensitive from the orgasm she'd just had, before moving lower and sinking into her tight hole.

"Oh… Oh, Charlie," she cried out, her hips gyrating against his face as Draco teased her hard nipples, his tongue running up the side of her neck. "Harder, Draco," she instructed her husband.

She loved the way he would pinch her, the pleasure/pain causing a flood of sensations, her body writhing in ecstasy at the ministrations of both men.

"Are you enjoying that, wife? Charlie has his tongue in your pussy. Does it feel good having him lick you out?" Draco's filthy words in her ear were making her incoherent with lust as he pulled at her taut nipples, Charlie's tongue laving across her folds.

Charlie used his mouth to suck her outer lips between his, nibbling on the pulsing flesh, before using the flat of his tongue to press hard against her clit, making Hermione scream as another orgasm tore through her.

"Oh God, oh God," she cried, thrusting herself against his mouth, her thighs tightening around his head as Charlie drew out her pleasure using small nips of his teeth on her pulsing bud.

Raising his head from between her thighs, Charlie trailed his tongue up her torso, across her collarbone and up the side of Hermione's neck until he licked at the seam of her lips and plunged in as she gasped and opened herself to him, letting her taste herself on his tongue. After a moment of passionately kissing her, Charlie sat back on his legs, grinning down at her flushed body.

"You taste unbelievable, Hermione. Like tangy honey, I could eat you out for hours."

Draco frowned slightly at the wizards' words; he was the only one allowed to devour his wife's delectable pussy for hours. The blond shifted slightly, pulling Hermione further up his body and sliding them both down the bed. His lips pressed hot, wet kisses to the underside of her ear, a place Draco knew made his witch wild.

"Would you like us to fuck you now, wife?" He placed emphasis on the word 'wife' trying to convey his dominance to the other man in the room.

"Merlin, yes," Hermione answered, shocked by how wanton she sounded. She'd like nothing better than to feel both of these men fuck her together. Her face flamed at the thought, and she lowered her head, muttering, "Both of you. At the same time."

"Of course, my love," Draco grinned into the side of her neck, holding back a laugh at his wife's embarrassment. After what Charlie had just done, there was no need. He reached for his wand on the nightstand and muttered a quiet lubrication spell, feeling Hermione's arse slide against his thighs. Draco maneuvered her until she was kneeling over his lap, his hand fisting his hard cock as he encouraged her to lower herself towards him.

Hermione and her husband had indulged in anal sex a few times before, so she knew what to expect and didn't clench when one of Draco's fingers penetrated the tight hole of her arse, gliding his finger in and out before adding another, opening her up.

"Lower yourself onto me," he told her, his chest heaving as the head of his cock pushed into the tight passage.

Hermione continued to press down, feeling Draco's length fill her up in that dark, delicious place. When she'd seated herself completely upon him, she pulled her legs out from under her, lying back against her husband's firm chest.

Charlie crawled towards her, his hands smoothing up her legs to her hips, pulling her legs wider. Seeing Draco's cock buried in Hermione's arse, Charlie gave a silent prayer of thanks that he had been chosen by the blond to participate in this. He'd thought a lot over the years about what it would be like to fuck Hermione.

"Remember what I said, Charlie." Draco growled. "You're not allowed to finish in my wife."

"No problem," he grinned wickedly at the blond.

"She likes it when you talk dirty as well."

"You want this, Pages? Do you want all of this inside you? Do you want this stretching that sweet pussy of yours? Do you want my cock fucking you?" Charlie asked Hermione, seeing her watch him as his hand slid up and down his impressive girth, taking Draco at his word and watching her eyes widen at the filth coming from his lips.

"Yes, Gods yes," Hermione moaned as Draco circled his hips, causing her core to clench in anticipation of Charlie entering her.

"Getting fucked by two men at the same time. How much do you want it?"

"I want it. I want it now," Hermione moaned again. "Fuck me now."

"Pages, we're going to fuck you so hard you're going to see stars." As Charlie finished the sentence, he nudged his cock against her wet lips, his eyes rolling back in his head at the sensation of her. So tight. So hot. So wet. She felt indescribable.

Hermione continued to moan as Charlie entered her, the feeling of fullness making her pant hard. Both wizards gave her a second to adjust before Charlie winked at Draco, pulling out before thrusting back in as Draco used his hands on her hips to lift her slightly as he rammed into her arse.

"Fuck… fuck… oh my…" Hermione cursed as the men in her assaulted her clenching body with their wild thrusts.

"Oh baby. Shit, you feel so good. So… fucking… tight." Draco told her through clenched teeth.

Charlie's hands came up to her hips, threading his fingers through Draco's and closing tightly as they moved her to their liking, Draco plunging in as Charlie pulled out.

Hermione could feel them both so acutely, her heartbeat pounding at the frenzied, wild fucking they were giving her.

Every thrust Charlie gave pushed against her sensitized clit, pushing her higher and higher until she couldn't take any more. She came hard, her body clenching between the two wizards as she cried out, her walls pulsing against both Charlie and Draco.

Draco hissed his pleasure as he came inside her arse, while Charlie quickly pulled out of her, stream after stream of his seed painting Hermione's breasts and stomach, mindful of Draco's request to not come inside her, he marked her a way he would never forget.

All three were panting heavily, their bodies convulsing with the aftershocks of their joined orgasms. Draco wrapped his arms around his wife's waist, his face pressed into the side of her neck.

"You are fucking amazing, Hermione," he mumbled into her skin.

"Truly, you are," Charlie agreed, collapsing back at the bottom of the bed.

"Gods… that was…" Hermione couldn't form words for how good that was.

Draco gently pulled out of her with a quiet groan, his arms still firmly wrapped around his wife as he rolled them to their sides and curled around her. His mouth was still at her neck, kissing, sucking, tasting her skin. It was a show of possession, but she couldn't be arsed to care.

Hermione felt Charlie's hand circle her ankle, and she looked down to see his smiling face. He didn't care either. He had been here for one thing only; her pleasure. And it was something that he — and Draco — had certainly achieved.

She was filthy, her front covered in Charlie's seed, her arse dripping with Draco's, but she had never felt more alive. The thought that two men could have made her feel like a goddess, like someone to be worshiped, astounded her.

Her visions of having multiple lovers at once were sordid and dirty. But what she had just experienced was anything but. And having Draco watch as Charlie's mouth tasted and teased and tumbled her over the edge, had been a bigger turn-on than she had expected.

And the feeling of them both inside her at once was a feeling that left her speechless, and had left her wondering what else she had missed out on. Charlie had stretched her in the most delicious way — thicker than Draco, but not able to reach the depths his long length always did. And Draco penetrating her in a way that she once thought taboo, even forbidden, was sure to leave her sated for days.

She turned in Draco's arms, wanting to see him, needing to look into his eyes and see that he was truly okay with what had happened. He was smiling, a completely satisfied, content smile.

"You were incredible," he whispered. "So fucking incredible."

"So were you," Hermione touched his cheek. "I didn't think it would be like that."

He kissed her forehead, about to say more, but their gazes shifted as the bed dipped with Charlie's movement.

"Charlie?" Hermione sounded alarmed. He had moved off the bed and was bending to retrieve his clothes. Had they insulted him by excluding him in the afterglow?

"It's okay, Pages," He leaned over and ran his hand over her calf. "You two need some time."

She shook her head. "Please stay. Just for a bit."

Charlie glanced at Draco, who simply nodded, and then pressed his lips once more to his wife's forehead.

Charlie didn't think he could be jealous of anyone, but in that moment, a tiny pang twisted his stomach, and he knew that what these two had was something he doubted he would ever find. They were made for each other, the longing on their faces, the secret smiles that they shared, the way Draco was holding her, the way she looked at him like he was the only man on the planet. It was a perfection that he never thought he wanted, but now knew he would do his damndest to search for.

With a quiet sigh, Charlie lay back down, moving up the bed to lay behind her. He left a space between them, not wanting to intrude on their intimacy, but reached his arm out to rest his hand between her shoulders.

Hermione smiled at his touch. It was tentative, as if he felt he didn't belong there. But after he had put his mouth on her and his cock in her, it seemed a little ridiculous. She reached her hand back, squeezing his hip, reassuring him that he was — for the time being at least — welcome in this bed.

She thought she would have been exhausted, that having two men bring her to her peak over and over again would have put her into a near coma. But it seemed it had the opposite effect. She smiled at Draco. She had no clues about Charlie, but she knew Draco was capable, he'd proven that more than once.

Her hand slipped down between them, circling his flaccid length. His eyebrow raised and he smirked.

"What are you up to, Mrs. Malfoy?"

She felt Charlie move behind them, but didn't look back. She assumed he had shifted so he could see what Draco was referring to.

"Well, Mr. Malfoy," she said coyly, "There's one last thing I want."

She pushed him gently to his back and moved to straddle his legs, her hand slowly moving over his stirring cock.

"I want my husband to come inside me," She turned to look at Charlie and grinned. "And I want you to watch."

Both men groaned; Draco's hips rolled up against her, and Charlie's hand gripped his own cock and began stroking slowly.

"Hermione, fuck!" Draco groaned, his cock growing steadily firmer with each stroke of her hand.

She leaned down and kissed his chest, her tongue circling each of his nipples.

"Hmmm," she hummed into his skin. "That's exactly what you're going to do."

She shifted forward, he wasn't quite hard enough, but it would suffice. He would still finish inside her, just as she wanted, and she could draw out his pleasure until he was hard enough to do so.

She lifted up on her knees and shifted her gaze back to Charlie, watching his face as she lowered herself down onto her husband's throbbing length.

"Fuck," Charlie whispered under his breath, his hand moving faster, his breathing shallow.

Draco groaned again, his hands flying to her hips and holding her in place. But she was having none of it.

She began to rock her hips — forward and back, forward and back — loving the feeling of familiarity at Draco's cock inside her. Charlie had felt amazing, but this, this with Draco, the feeling of him inside her, was all she truly ever wanted.

Draco squeezed his eyes shut; his cock was sensitive, she knew, since all her own nerve endings were still fluttering with aftershocks, but she didn't care. This could last mere seconds. She just needed to feel him spilling inside her, filling her with his release, as was his privilege.

Charlie rolled to his back, his hand frantic, but his eyes never moved from where she and Draco were joined. Hermione smirked; Charlie's hips were thrusting in time with hers and Draco's movements.

"You like this, Charlie?" Hermione planted her hands on Draco's chest and began to move faster. "You like watching this?"

Charlie groaned and gripped her thigh with his free hand.

She threw her head back. With Draco's cock inside her, Charlie's hand on her thigh, she was closer than she thought. And her voice was rough when she groaned at Draco to "come, and come now."

He didn't disappoint. His eyes flew open and he gripped her hips with a bruising force. He thrust up, hard, his back arching and his shout loud in the room. Hermione's own body reacted, clenching like a fist around him, both reaching their climaxes in unison.

Hermione collapsed onto Draco's chest, and his arms immediately slid around her, holding her flush against him.

She peeked over at Charlie, and grinned. His face was contorted into a harsh grimace. One hand was still on her thigh, the other was still holding his cock. His stomach and chest were covered in his own release, and he was breathing hard.

"Hermione?" Draco's voice was a dry choke. "Are you done now?"

Hermione snorted a laugh into his chest, and Charlie chuckled from beside them.

"I fucking hope so," Charlie turned to look at them. "I'm pretty sure I'll die if she keeps going."

"I'm done," She giggled and pressed a kiss to Draco's chest, then reached out to squeeze Charlie's bicep. "I'm so incredibly done."

Hermione's body was tucked into Draco's side. His arm was wrapped firmly around her, holding her close. The flames in the fireplace flickered, the glow spreading a soft light across the room.

She made a quiet humming noise and shifted, snuggling in closer, hugging him tighter. He stroked her back and turned his face to press his nose into her soft curls, inhaling deeply. He smiled.

Vanilla.

They'd showered after Charlie left. Just the two of them under the warm spray of water. She didn't say a word about what had happened, in fact, she said very little at all.

Draco wasn't concerned. He knew she needed to line everything up in her head before she said a word about it. She had, however, not stopped touching him. Her hand on his arm, his chest, her arms wrapping around him and holding him close.

He'd soaped up her sleek curves and shampooed her hair. He'd toweled her dry, then picked her up and carried her back to the bed.

And now, the light scent of her vanilla shampoo made him huff out a laugh.

"Something funny?" She murmured.

"Vanilla," Draco said, breathing in the scent again.

She giggled into his chest, her understanding instant. "That wasn't very vanilla at all."

He kissed her forehead, "So far from vanilla, you'll have to change your shampoo."

She smiled up at him and he cupped her jaw.

"How are you feeling? You had quite the night."

"Yeah. That was…" She paused, her eyes still locked on his. He could see she was still working it over in her head, and he knew not to push her.

But he didn't have to.

She leaned up onto one elbow, her head resting on her palm. "Why Charlie? Why not another woman? Wouldn't you have preferred that?"

Draco reached out and playfully tugged a lock of her hair. "Honestly, I did consider Pansy, but that may have been a little too weird."

"Ah, yeah. A little."

He laughed at her expression. "And, two women would have been mainly for me. That wasn't the point of this, this was for you."

"And Charlie?" She prodded.

"I knew that he was someone you trust, and I also knew that he wouldn't hurt you."

She twisted her lips into a smile, "Plus, we rarely see him more than once a year."

"There's that," Draco agreed. "But seriously, Hermione, do you know how incredible you were?"

"Really?"

His hand slid into her messy curls and he dragged her face to his, peppering her mouth with soft kisses. She closed her eyes. No other man had ever kissed her like Draco did. Not even Charlie during their wild night.

Draco knew her, had seemed to have always known her. He knew her every need, knew what she loved, knew exactly how to make her feel like she was the only woman on the planet.

"Hermione, you were fucking perfect," he said, curling her into his side. "I wasn't sure if I could share you with anyone, but when I spoke to Charlie, he assured me that while he was mildly attracted to you, he had no interest in stealing another man's wife."

"Mildly attracted?" Hermione sounded indignant.

Draco chuckled. "He knew of your crush on him, but realised too late that he did think of you in… other ways."

"Hmm," She hummed thoughtfully and snuggled deeper into him. "He's definitely too late."

"Glad to hear." Draco reached down and dragged her leg over his, attempting to pull her as close as possible. "Hermione?"

"Draco?"

Taking a deep breath, he hesitated. "Hermione, I shared you with Charlie this once, but I'm not sure I could do it again."

Hermione nodded against his chest. "Okay."

"Okay?" Draco was surprised at her lack of argument. He knew she had enjoyed herself, and he assumed she would want to do it again.

She lifted her head, smiling at him. "Okay. But… maybe we could do this just once more."

Draco gave her a resigned nod. He had promised to give her anything she desired, but this was something that he was now reluctant to ever do again.

She bit her lip, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Maybe we could do this once more, but maybe next time... it could be for your pleasure."

*** HAPPY BIRTHDAY RACHEL XX ***

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