Flat 6A

Diagon Alley

Friday 16th August 2003

"Guess what?" Hermione's face beamed as she burst in the door smiling at Theo, who put his book down, frowning.

"New hair cut?"

Hermione's face twisted into a scowl. "No!"

His eyes wandered over her body. "New outfit?"

"No, I wore this suit on Monday," she replied, rolling her eyes.

"Help me out here Hermione," Theo whined as threw his arms out in front of him in a mocking display.

"I got us reservations," she told him excitedly as she shrugged off her coat.

"Oh," Theo replied, somewhat disappointed, returning his attentions to the book.

"No, you don't understand!" cried Hermione as she spun round, snatching up the book.

"You are correct, Miss Granger, I do not understand, and clearly you do not understand the penalty for taking my book," he told her as she stood, his eyes narrowing as they darkened dangerously.

Hermione bit her lip nervously, a slight glint in her eye. "Are you going to spank me, Sir?"

Theo took half a step forwards, reaching out, his eyes fixed on hers. He inched forwards, dropping his eyes to her lip, watching as Hermione slowly dragged her teeth over it, causing it to bruise slightly. Then suddenly, his hands were on the book as he chuckled. "You wish, but you know the rules: No one plays until Daddy gets home," he winked.

Huffing as her mounting arousal was put out, she put her hands on her hips. "That wasn't the end of my story!"

Theo chuckled again, "Well get on with it, the suspense is killing me," he drawled, sarcastically.

"I've got us reservations at The Ivory Wand," she told him, her eyes lighting up, her voice full of awe.

Theo's eyes widened. "That new exclusive place? I've been trying to get a reservation since it opened! How did you get a table?"

"Not just a table, my dear Theo, a private dining room," she told him, her voice purring seductively, making his cock twitch with anticipation.

"It turns out Lady Malfoy is highly connected and she is so grateful to me for pulling her only son out of his pit of depression that there is nothing she cannot do for me," Hermione informed him,

"Okay, one, what about what me and Blaise did for him? And two, your inner Slytherin streak is showing again dear, what would the Gryffindors say?!" he asked her, scandalised.

Hermione picked up a cushion and smacked Theo over the head with it. "If I distinctly remember, you and Blaise left me to deal with him every bloody Friday."

"Ah, yes, but it was for your own good and his and look how well it turned out for all of us, and quit hitting me with that damned cushion woman," he laughed as she rained blows down on him, climbing into his lap to hit her target with more precise accuracy.

"Couldn't wait for us to get home?" Draco coughed from the doorway as Blaise strode past heading straight for the kitchen fridge, popping open a beer as Hermione scrambled from Theo's lap, straightening her clothes.

"Theo was being a twat," she told him by way of explanation.

"When isn't he?" Draco replied, smiling as he bent his head to capture her lips, staking his claim with a kiss.

The Ivory Wand

Friday 16th August 2003

"I must say," Blaise smiled as he poured another round of firewhiskey from the bottle provided by the elf, "hats off to Hermione for organising one last horrah before the Ministry sends me off to Italy.

"More like every item off for Hermione as thanks for organising one last night of debauchery," smirked Theo.

"That too," Blaise chuckled as he loosened his tie.

"Well, what kind of friend would I be if I did not?" Hermione replied, a gleam in her eye. "Why do you think I asked for a private dining room?"

The waiting elf vanished the dishes and the accessories and table cloth before disapparating with a crack, the polished mahogany surface muted in the now dimmed lights. Hermione mounted the surface with a seductive wiggle of her posterior much to the shock of her three dining companions.

"Come feast on desert," she told them, spreading her legs wantonly.

Draco swallowed hard as he ran his hand up her torso, his nimble fingers making light work of her blouse. "I love it when you wear that shade of green," he murmured as his hands brushed over her emerald green bra. Bending down, he dragged his tongue slowly over the seam of her lips, as Blaise opened up her slit with his thumbs, blowing gently on her clit.

She gasped, her eyes fluttering closed as Blaise flattened his tongue to her, arching her back as he dragged it up to her clit before engulfing it, sucking hard. She felt Draco cup her cheek, turning her head slightly. Opening her eyes, she found him staring back adoringly, their earlier agreement flashing into her mind.

"Give him one last night, Hermione. Give him all of you as a parting gift. I want to watch you fuck him all night tonight."

"What about Theo?" she pouted.

"Let me occupy Theo," he winked.

Hermione shuddered as Blaise, held her in place, his fingers bruising her hips, her keening cries reverberating around the dining room.

Beside them in the chair, Theo had his cock in his hand, as Draco settled in front of him. He ran his hands up Theo's thighs before his hand covered Theo's grasping his length as Theo's other hand found it's way into Draco's locks. Draco licked his lips in anticipation, before running his tongue along the veins and ridges of Theo's hot member, his hips canting slightly as a moan escaped his lips.

Theo watched as Blaise lined his cock up, sliding it against Hermione's glistening folds. Draco had twisted his head slightly to watch, timing his actions, engulfing Theo's cock in wet heat as Blaise pierced Hermione.

"Fuck," Theo moaned, his grip tightening on Draco's hair as Draco relaxed his throat, taking him deep. One hand curling around the base of Theo's cock, the other came up to stroke his balls, sending Theo reeling.

Blaise picked up the pace, his fingers digging into Hermione's flesh as he pounded her into oblivion, all the while Hermione yelled obscenities in amongst her incoherent cries.

Draco swirled his tongue as he sucked, gliding it over the tip as his fingers slid into Theo's warm tight channel. Pressing down on his prostate, he felt Theo's hand clamp down on his neck as he climaxed. Drinking it down, he licked his lips, before coming up to kiss Theo, his tongue pushing into Theo's mouth causing him to groan.

Draco watched Hermione, now on all fours, as she arched her back, Blaise's hand tugging at her hair, pulling her down onto his cock, as he lined up with Theo. His cock was so hard it was almost painful and he delighted in the way Theo groaned as he slid into him.

He continued to watch Hermione as she writhed, now on top, grinding down on Blaise. He wanted her to enjoy this last moment, before their dynamic changed, his thoughts briefly drifting to his earlier conversation with Theo.

"I'm going to ask her to marry me."

"That was obvious," Theo replied, his eyes not lifting from his book.

"We will always be close, no one can take any of this away from us."

Theo nodded. He knew it wouldn't last for ever.

"I know you love her too, in your own way."

Theo said nothing.

"She loves you too."

"But not like she loves you. I love you too," Theo replied. "But I won't be a twat about it, I will settle for being best man and your first child's favourite godfather," he winked.

He knew she was close, her head lulling back as she climaxed, Blaise holding her hips in place as he shuddered to his own release, the highly erotic sight all too much for Draco who came hard. He pulled Theo in for a kiss, his tongue exploring Theo's mouth reverently: one last kiss; one final goodbye.

He loved each of them uniquely, but he knew it was Hermione he wanted to spend the rest of his life with, and he knew without a shadow of a doubt, she felt the same way.

~FIN~

A/N: Sorry, that's all folks. I am so grateful to everyone who has come along for the ride, especially you lovely reviewers. Hope you all enjoyed the story :)