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Laughter filled their common room as the eighth years — and a few of their seventh year friends — poured glasses of firewhisky and toasted to being alive. It was worth celebrating when, this time last year, it had seemed so uncertain. Just a few short months ago, it had felt impossible. But here they were.
Hermione looked around at her friends and smiled. The only one missing was Ron, having decided to take Kingsley’s deal, skip his NEWTs, and go straight into Auror training. She had thought Harry would go as well, resigned herself to a lonelier year than usual without either of her best friends, but at the last minute he had changed his mind.
He told the world he just wanted to have his NEWTs in case he needed them later, but he had quietly confided in her that he wasn’t sure he wanted to be an Auror after all. He had spent his entire life fighting Voldemort. She heartily agreed that he should be able to walk away from that life if he wanted to.
“Are you going to drink that or just watch everyone?” Neville asked in a conspiratorial way, leaning down to bump his shoulder against hers.
Laughing, Hermione said, “Oh, I’m going to drink it, just thinking about how impossible this is.”
Neville smiled and nodded. “I think that all the time, too,” he agreed. “Even with all the faith I had in you three, it didn’t seem like anything this good could ever happen again.”
Before Hermione could agree, Ginny crashed between them, slinging an arm over each of them. She wasn’t drunk yet, but definitely tipsy. “What are you two moping about? This night is supposed to be fun.”
“It is fun,” Neville said with a laugh.
“Well, it will be,” Ginny declared. “Come on, Luna has a spell to try for a fun game.”
“Luna has a spell?” Hermione asked, worried already.
“Yes, Luna,” Ginny said, giving her a look.
While they were away last year, Luna had really come into her own, but Hermione was still a little wary of any untried spell from the girl, despite the look Ginny was giving her. She didn’t dare say so, though. No one disparaged Ginny’s girlfriend and got away with it. And questioning her definitely counted.
“Sounds fun,” Neville agreed quickly when Hermione could only summon a smile, not actually force the words out. Thank Merlin for Neville.
Ginny was soon in the middle of the room, calling out for everyone to gather. “How many of you fancy wizardy lot have heard of Spin the Bottle?”
“Is that what the spell is called?” Draco asked quizzically.
It was a sign of how far everyone had come that none of the more muggle aware students called him stupid for the question. “It’s a muggle party game. You sit in a circle, spin the bottle, and kiss whoever it points to,” Dean explained. “Not sure what it has to do with a spell.” He looked expectantly toward Ginny and Luna.
“Oh, it doesn’t,” Luna said, staring off into space.
When she didn’t elaborate, Ginny stepped in. “Usually it doesn’t. Luna’s going to do a spell on the bottle to help us each find our soulmate.”
Hermione was grateful when Hannah gently pointed out, “That’s very kind of her, but what if our soulmate isn’t here? There aren’t very many of us.”
“There are those who need to know,” Luna said.
“But what happens if our soulmate isn’t here?” Parvati repeated Hannah’s question..
“It will just keep spinning,” Ginny told them.
“Better have a backup bottle if we want to play without our soulmate then,” Seamus said, winking.
“Or we could enchant it to just show someone we’re compatible with?” Padma suggested, being careful to avoid Ginny’s glare.
Again, Luna said, “There are those who need to know.”
“Two bottles it is,” Neville announced before anyone could start getting angry. He handed a bottle to Luna and picked up a second, draining what little firewhiskey was left in it into his cup before putting it on the ground in the middle of the room.
As everyone scrambled to make a circle around it, Hermione focused instead on Luna. She had pulled out her wand and aimed it at the bottle in her hand, but she was staring straight back at Hermione as her lips formed the words of the spell.
Hermione took a step forward, determined to hear the spell, but with the noise around them, it sounded like gibberish. Then again, it was Luna, it might very well be made up gibberish. Or perhaps it wasn’t, since the bottle glowed brightly for a moment before Luna smiled at her and set it down in the middle of the circle, taking away the mundane bottle as she did.
“So how do we start?” Harry asked as he settled into the circle next to Neville. Hermione sat almost directly across from them as Ginny explained how it worked.
“I’ll demonstrate,” she said with a smile. Leaning forward, the redhead spun the glowing bottle, grinning when it landed on Luna. She happily plopped herself in Luna’s lap and began kissing her while the others hooted and whistled for them.
“That’s easy,” Justin said, grabbing it next. To everyone’s surprise, the bottle just spun and spun, not stopping.
Before he could get upset, Luna extricated herself from Ginny long enough to hand the regular bottle along the circle to him. Justin was soon happily kissing Tracey Davis, his disappointment at his soulmate not being present forgotten.
Susan Bones took the next turn, declining when the regular bottle landed on Blaise Zabini. Blaise laughed and enjoyed a kiss with Hannah instead when the bottle chose her for his spin. Then Seamus was over the moon when the soulmate bottle landed on Dean for him — confirming what everyone else had long known.
The turn was only two people away from her now, and Hermione found herself getting nervous. It was silly, but what if she landed on someone who refused to kiss her?
Draco spun the soulmate bottle, confused when it wavered on Harry and then on Hermione before continuing to spin. “What does that mean?” he demanded a little shakily.
“Paths not taken,” Luna said dreamily, her eyes never leaving Ginny’s face.
He huffed and then used the regular bottle instead. When it landed on Ginny and Luna — too close to discern one or the other — the girls stared at him contemplatively before Ginny asked, “Well? Are you coming over for your kisses or not?”
Harry’s eyes were comically wide as he watched his former nemesis with his ex and her girlfriend. Hermione wondered if hers were just as big. She couldn’t seem to pull her eyes away. There was a nudge at her side and she found Susan laughing at her. “Daphne’s not my type, so it’s your turn.”
“Oh,” Hermione said in realization. She took the glowing bottle Susan had set aside and promised herself it didn’t matter that it wouldn’t find anyone. She was here to study and recover, not find a boyfriend. Willing her hand to not tremble, Hermione spun the soulmate bottle.
Everyone gasped when it immediately came to a halt — at the space right between Harry and Neville.
“What does that mean?” Hermione asked. At least she thought she did, though the squeaky pitch of the words couldn’t have come from her, could it? “Luna?”
The girl drew back from Draco just long enough to say, “You’ll figure it out,” before reapplying herself to his face.
People were laughing and shouting but she couldn’t make out the words. Everyone was staring at her and Hermione was suddenly not okay with the attention. She felt like her lungs were burning as she tried and failed to take a breath.
Harry was beside her in the space of that breath, his arms coming around her, shielding her from the eyes and overwhelming noise of the rest of the common room. She focused on the sound of his steady heartbeat. He had held her like this in the tent sometimes, and her him, when things had been overwhelming.
He was murmuring something to her, too, something calming, but Hermione couldn’t really make out the words over the whooshing sound of her own heartbeat pounding in her ears. Ever so slowly, the sound receded and things happening around her filtered back in. It seemed Hannah was taking this opportunity to inform everyone about the best way to handle panic attacks — yourself and those trying to help.
That sounded… helpful. Hermione hated that it was such relevant information now.
“You should start with Harry,” Parvati suddenly said to her as they made eye contact, “since he’s already holding you.”
“Start with Harry?” Hermione questioned, the words on her tongue feeling as thick as the fuzziness covering her mind.
“For the kiss,” Padma explained.
“We’re not—” Harry began, but Hermione cut in.
“What do you mean ‘start with’?”
“It landed between them, so you’ll need to kiss them both to see which one is your soulmate,” Susan explained calmly. “That’s what we think anyway.”
Neville was blushing when she looked at him. Harry just looked furious. “Hermione doesn’t have to—” he started, but she didn’t really hear the rest as a plan clicked into her brain.
“I think I should try them both,” she said over the argument that had broken out between Harry and the girls.
Both Harry and Neville swiveled their heads to stare at her.
“You do?” Neville asked, his voice sounding shocked. “I-I mean, I would expect Harry, but why me?”
“Well, if we believe in the soulmate bottle, then apparently I’m meant to be with one of you, so I shouldn’t close myself off to either possibility,” Hermione told him.
Neville shook his head. “Everyone knows it should be Harry.”
Pulling herself from Harry’s arms, Hermione turned back to him, “You don’t mind if I try with Neville first, do you?”
“Of course not,” Harry assured her. “But… you know you don’t have to do this.”
“Maybe I want to,” she said. She would prove how ridiculous the whole soulmate thing was.
Or she thought she would.
She approached Neville slowly. As she settled next to him, Hermione asked, “Are you okay with trying a kiss?”
“Yes,” he agreed in a low voice. She had never seen Neville’s eyes look so dark.
Leaning toward him, Hermione did her best to ignore their audience. She tipped her head slightly to the side like Viktor had taught her, and let their lips touch gently.
The electricity between them was immediate. Hermione felt a shift in her core, a feeling like she had come home. She was too absorbed in the kiss to notice at first, but the two of them began to softly glow as they kissed.
“It’s setting the new bond!” Dean gasped in wonder. “Seamus and I missed ours — a bit too busy to notice at the time. This is amazing!” He whooped, followed by agreement from the rest of the room.
Hermione started to pull back from Neville, but to her surprise, his hand at her nape stopped her as he deepened the kiss. She stiffened for a moment, ready to fight back, then melted against him. She was surprised by how much she enjoyed him taking control, the feel of his tongue moving against hers, dominating her.
The kiss didn’t end until Neville pulled away, looking more satisfied than she had ever seen him, sharing a contented smile with her, though he looked slightly puzzled. The kiss had been nearly perfect. Only when he glanced over to Harry did a worried look cross his face.
“Well, we know which one of them you belong to,” Ginny announced, not seeming to notice how dejected Harry looked.
But Hermione noticed. She worried as she looked at him, wondering why he would look at her like that. Surely Harry had never harbored feelings about her. She would know, wouldn’t she?
Before she could think what to say, her breathing still harsh after Neville rocked the foundations of her world, Luna said, “Not yet. The bottle landed between them.”
“But we all saw the bond form,” Hannah protested.
Luna just hummed in response, leaving Hermione with no idea what to do.
Harry’s eyes met hers and she knew she had to give him an opportunity as well, no matter how senseless it was with her bond with Neville already in place. She squeezed Neville’s hand, then stood, walking swiftly over to Harry.
“We should try this,” she told him.
For a moment, she thought he was going to argue, then he leaned forward, kissing her tentatively. Harry’s lips were softer than Hermione would have imagined, if it had ever occurred to her to consider his lips. She placed a hand on his chest, excited by the feel of his racing heart beneath her palm.
When she peeked her eyes open, Hermione was shocked to find that she was again glowing softly. Just like the kiss with Neville, this felt almost perfect, despite how different it was. There was just… something missing.
Harry pulled back, eyes wide as he looked down at himself. “What does it mean?” he asked.
Everyone seemed to be talking at once, but one voice was louder than the others. “It means Harry is trying to steal Neville’s girl,” Seamus cried.
“Harry would never,” Neville exclaimed, standing and looking fully as ferocious as he had swinging the Sword of Gryffindor to kill Nagini. He had angled himself in front of Harry and Hermione, defending them both with his body.
“After all, it’s just as likely that Neville is stealing Harry’s girl,” Susan pointed out sensibly.
“This is just like that stupid prophecy,” Harry muttered. “It could apply to either one of us.”
Theo Nott let out a bark of laughter. He was so quiet normally, Hermione had forgotten he was even with them. “You’re all forgetting the obvious. While it is exceedingly rare, soulmate triads can exist.”
Everyone was silent for a long moment, turning to look at the three of them. Neville looked ready to take them all on, but his expression softened when Hermione slipped her hand in his and asked, “How do we know?”
“Neville and Harry could spin the bottle and see what happens,” Parvati suggested with a squeal.
Theo rolled his eyes. “Or we could save time by just having Harry and Neville kiss.”
“What?” Harry sputtered.
“You heard me,” Theo answered with a grin.
“We could,” Neville agreed, his eyes cutting to Harry. Hermione noticed they had darkened again.
Harry looked flabbergasted. “But… wouldn’t I have noticed? We shared a dorm for 6 years.”
“And Hermione has been your best friend that whole time, too, plus being on the run together last year and you never noticed her.”
“I did,” he muttered.
Hermione gasped, shocked to her core that Harry had thought of her that way and she hadn’t picked up on it. “Why didn’t you ever say anything?”
“We were too busy staying alive,” he said with a shrug. More quietly, he added, “And I thought you fancied Ron.”
She laughed, unable to help it. “Ron’s more like an annoying brother.”
“And me?” Neville asked, turning back to her.
“Well, I… I’ve never really thought of either of you like this. I didn’t think anyone I knew would be interested in me,” she said. “But I can’t say I didn’t have some um… dreams now and then. About both of you.”
“Together or separately?” Neville asked with a grin.
Hermione blushed so hard she wasn’t sure she could speak.
Neville laughed and said, “That answers that. Perhaps we should take this somewhere more private?”
“We haven’t seen you and Harry kiss yet,” Ginny pouted.
“Maybe you don’t need to,” Neville defended.
“No, they’re right. I want to know,” Harry said, standing up next to the other boy. Even though he initiated that far, he seemed relieved when Neville stepped closer, taking control of the situation.
“You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to,” Neville said, an offer that made Harry shake his head. With that reassurance, Neville pulled the other boy close and Hermione could see that he dominated the kiss with Harry as well.
When they both began to glow, Harry reached out behind him and Hermione knew he was reaching for her. As she took his hand, the three of them glowed a little brighter. When she took Neville’s as well, the way they were glowing was nearly blinding.
“We should definitely take this somewhere more private,” Neville said, smiling as Harry stumbled a little but smiled back.
Hermione felt complete in a way she never had before as the three of them held hands and headed for the dorms.
She had expected they would head for her room, as it was the closest, but Neville tugged them along until they reached his room.
“My bed is bigger,” he said by way of explanation.
“How do you know—” Hermione began, cutting off when she saw the absolutely massive structure in the middle of the room.
“Oi! How is that fair?” Harry asked.
Neville shrugged. “Perhaps the castle knew we would need it.
“Surely you’re not saying that Hogwarts expects the three of us to live in a single room together,” she said.
“There’s certainly room,” Harry pointed out. “There’s even space for a couple of extra wardrobes.”
“But not enough for all the bookshelves our Hermione needs,” Neville noted, seeming very comfortable with this idea already.
“It’s good that we have two other rooms for the books then, isn’t it?” Harry replied with a grin.
Hermione was still sputtering.
“We might have broken her,” Harry said, though he was smiling gently, a look in his eyes that told her he would help if she wanted to back out of this.
Whatever this was. It was so much more than Hermione had been prepared for at the beginning of this fun evening. But it was also something that felt… not just inevitable, but right. It just didn’t make sense to her. She had known both of them so long, these two boys who were so brave and giving and… everything she might have wanted if she had been looking, but maybe that was just it.
She hadn’t been looking, so she never saw them properly.
Hermione certainly saw them now. Neville walked toward her slowly, as though afraid she might frighten away. Harry was next to her already, his hand still in hers. As she glanced over at Harry’s expression as he watched Neville coming closer, she realized it might not just be her that Neville worried might run.
When he stood in front of them, centered between them, Neville reached his hands up and stroked each of their cheeks in tandem. “I’ve never done anything like this before, not with two partners. I always… well, this is going to sound outrageous, but every time I’ve been with someone, it felt like something was missing, like I needed more.”
“You’ve been with someone?” Harry asked, aghast.
“Well yeah,” Neville said, stepping back just a bit, his hands falling back to his sides. “I know… I mean, I wasn’t the Chosen One, or as popular as the Golden Girl, but I’ve had a few people interested anyway—”
“Neville, I’m a virgin,” Harry admitted.
Blushing, Hermione nodded. “Me, too.”
He stared at the two of them. “But… I mean… If nothing else, the two of you were alone — in a tent, right? — for months.”
“We were, but we were far too busy—” Hermione started.
“I would have liked to do something, but I didn’t want her to abandon me, too,” Harry said quietly.
“Oh, Harry!” Hermione threw herself at him, hugging him roughly. “Even if I hadn’t been interested, I wouldn’t have left you!”
“...you were interested?” he asked after a pause.
“Well I… I mean… we were too busy to think about such things, but…”
Neville was laughing. “I promise, Hermione, no teenage boy is ever too busy to think about that with a gorgeous witch.”
He gave her a scolding look and said before she could comment, “And yes, you are a gorgeous witch!”
“Back to that whole thing about you being experienced, Neville,” Harry interrupted before Hermione could argue.
“I, yes,” Neville said simply. “With men and women. Last year was… well, you know it wasn’t good. And we all sought as much comfort as we could get. At first I thought people were just taking pity on me because I was around, but… I’ve learned a few things. And one of them is that I like to be in charge. And people like it when I take charge.”
“Are you taking charge of us?” Harry asked, his eyes sparkling as he glanced at Hermione. She knew her mouth was hanging open at this sudden turn.
“I am,” Neville confirmed as he began to unbuckle his belt and pull it out of the loops.
Something about that sound sent chills down Hermione’s spine. She couldn’t take her eyes away from Neville’s large hands, the confidence with which he was moving. She found herself quite unable to talk as he stepped toward her, putting one finger under her chin.
He turned her face up to his and asked, “Is that okay with you, Hermione? Can I do what I will with you?”
“Yes,” she answered faintly, hoping the boys didn’t hear the way her breath caught and her voice trembled.
Neville started to move to Harry, but he was already nodding. “Yes, Merlin, yes. I’ll do whatever you say.”
“Good. Because neither of you will be virgins after tonight,” Neville promised.
Harry answered with a tiny moan. Hermione looked at him, feeling her heartbeat galloping as his eyes, darker green than she had ever seen before, stared at Harry. He looked… wanton.
“Undress,” Neville commanded, dropping his belt to the floor with a thick thud.
“You don’t want to undress us?” Hermione questioned.
“If I did, I would have said so,” he told her simply, then began to unbutton his shirt, not looking to see if she was obeying. The confidence he exuded suggested he didn’t need to, that he knew she would follow his command just as Harry was doing eagerly.
Hermione wasn’t as fast about it as Harry, being more cautious and thinking too hard about how she felt in this situation. It was clearly easier for Harry, who was giving himself over to Neville with hardly a thought.
Only her robes were off, shirt untucked, and her first couple of buttons undone when a very nude Neville shook his head at her and took two steps before pulling her body close to his and capturing her mouth.
She had never looked at a naked man before, much less had one touch her. That spark of curiosity that she just couldn’t turn off was fully awake and drinking in this situation — the feel of Neville’s hard body against hers, not just his cock, though she certainly felt it, too, but the hard planes of his body, his skin hot as he pressed against her. Meanwhile, his tongue explored her mouth, giving her something else to think about, distracting her from the way she wanted to run her hands over his body.
When he caught her wrists in one large hand, Hermione gasped, pulling back from the kiss. Neville grinned down at her and said, “Since you seem to be getting distracted from the task, let me help. Evanesco.”
Her clothes were gone, she didn’t even know where. They weren’t on the chair, neatly folded like Neville’s, or strewn about the floor like Harry’s. Before she could get too distracted with the details, Neville began to run his free hand gently up her side. It felt amazing against her own heated skin. Hermione felt desperate for his touch.
Looking to the side, she saw that Harry was drinking in the sight of the two of them naked. Oh Merlin, she was alone in a room with two boys, all three of them naked. Instead of feeling afraid or ashamed, her body responded with an ache between her legs and a gush of fluid she never would have expected. A small sound of desire escaped her lips.
“Did that help, pet?” Neville asked.
“Yes,” she whispered, staring at Harry. She couldn’t believe how incredible he looked. He and Neville both. They were so different, yet both so achingly attractive to her that Hermione could moan just from looking at them.
She must have said it aloud, because Neville responded, “Believe me, we’ll give you plenty more reasons to moan.”
“But the compliment is appreciated,” Harry added. “You look good enough to eat.”
“That’s a perfect idea, Harry,” Neville said. “Have you ever tasted a woman?”
“No,” he said, shaking his head for emphasis. Harry’s eyes were wide.
Neville smiled at him and it was distracting enough that Hermione didn’t notice what he was doing with his hand until it was between her thighs, a finger drawing along her slick folds to gather up her juices. She gasped as he drew his finger away, holding it up in front of Harry.
“Open. Suck,” he commanded, and Harry did both. He closed his eyes as he sucked on Neville’s finger, both men making a sound that went straight to Hermione’s cunt again. She felt Neville’s cock jump against her hip and suddenly she wanted to know what it felt like in her hands.
“Can I touch you?” she asked, squirming her hands where he still held them together in his other hand. Neville looked at her for a moment like he was considering it.
“Yes. But only with one hand. I want your other hand around Harry’s cock, so you can feel what will be inside you tonight.”
“Just Harry?” she asked, wanting to pout at his implication that she wouldn’t get Neville, too.
“Greedy girl,” he said with a smile. “Believe me, you’ll be impaled on my cock plenty. But tonight, I’ll be taking Harry while he takes you. Eventually. Now sate your curiosity, witch. One in each hand.” He let her go and nodded down toward Harry’s and his own cocks, both standing proudly at attention. Harry took a step closer for her easy access.
As she slipped a hand around each one, Hermione tried to breathe normally and failed. They both felt so good, the soft, smooth skin over what felt like an iron core. She understood now why her mum’s dirty novels always described cocks as silk over steel.
Yet these two were different as well. Harry wasn’t overly long, but more than made up for it with his girth, big enough around that she couldn’t close her fist around him. Neville, well, she thought of the plants he spent time with, his long length and thickness reminding her of a branch, though her fingers did at least meet around his. With nothing to compare them to, she wasn’t sure, but Hermione thought they were both quite well endowed. She shuddered as she imagined what it would feel like to have these two cocks inside her body.
“Good girl,” Neville praised smoothly as he thrust once in her hand. Harry, following his lead, began to move, until Neville placed his hand over Hermione’s on Harry’s cock. “No, Harry. I didn’t give you permission to get off right now.”
“I’m sorry, Nev. I—”
“You will call me ‘Sir’ when we play,” Neville told him. “Both of you.”
“Yes, sir,” they both replied, glancing at each other, both blushing, as they did.
“You’re both doing so well,” Neville told them, dipping his head to kiss first Harry, then her. Hermione moaned as he kissed her, her hands still holding both cocks and getting to feel how they reacted to Neville’s movements and the way the kiss affected each of them. She was overwhelmed with all the sensations and new stimuli, and she realized this was just the beginning.
“Now, back on task, I think Harry needs to learn the taste of a woman,” Neville said as he pulled away from Hermione.
“I already got to—”
“Oh, that paltry example was nothing compared to actually feasting on their body. Trust me.”
“I do,” Harry replied, staring honestly into Neville’s eyes. “I do, Sir,” he hastily corrected, making Neville’s eyes darken. Hermione shuddered with desire at the look the two were giving each other.
Neville led her to the bed, pushing her lightly onto it and instructing her to scoot up until she was in the center. A whispered word of magic and her hands were above her head, tied to the headboard. Hermione gasped, “What?”
“Are they too tight?” Neville checked. “Does being tied up upset you? I should have asked.” For a moment, old Neville peaked out, seeming unsure of himself.
“No, no Sir,” she answered. “I was just surprised. I…”
His finger drew along the folds at her core, noting how wet she was. “You like it,” he said with a smile.
“Yes,” she breathed. Merlin, she did.
“Still, I should have laid out more of the rules of how this all works. There’s a book for you to read,” he said, grinning at the excited look Hermione gave him. “For tonight, we’ll use the stoplight system. If I ask for your color, you tell me green if you want to keep going, yellow if you want to slow down or do something else, and red if you want to stop. At any time, you can call out yellow or red and we will slow down or stop, talk about it, adjust, whatever we need to do. Do you both understand?”
“Yes, Sir,” they both answered, although Harry was giving him a quizzical look.
“Question?” Neville prompted.
“How do you know what a stoplight is?” Harry asked.
There was a pause before Neville admitted, “I didn’t know that was a thing. I thought it was just what the method was called.”
Hermione met Harry’s eyes and they both started giggling. Neville shook his head. “You’ll have to tell me about this stoplight thing later. For now… Harry, get on the bed on Hermione’s other side.”
“Yes, Sir,” he said, quickly complying. He was careful not to touch her even though Hermione yearned for him to. But Harry was being so well-behaved, so absolutely putting his trust into Neville and it made her heart soar in a way it never had before.
She was distracted from that thought, and the idea of how much better this was going to be even if it was just for sex that they connected so well, when Neville settled on her other side and said to Harry, “Now, I want you to kiss her, like you mean it, like I was kissing you. You do as I say, but you are dominant over her right now.”
“Yes, Sir,” Harry answered, but added, “Are you going to watch us?”
“Some. You’ll see,” Neville told him, then cocked an eyebrow as he waited for Harry to kiss her.
Harry’s lips on hers felt so good, especially as Hermione was also intimately aware of his soft skin pressing against her breasts, his cock slapping her side as it twitched in response to the kiss. It wasn’t soft and sweet like it had been out in the common room. Just like Neville’s kisses, this one took over her senses, his tongue dueling hers into submission as he explored her mouth thoroughly, claiming it as his own.
Hermione forgot all about Neville for a moment, so lost was she in the sensations of Harry taking her over. But then a hand ghosted along her body. She felt Harry shudder and realized that Neville was touching him as well.
“That’s right,” the man next to them praised. “You’re both so good for me. Watching you give yourself to him is so hot, Hermione. Harry, I love to see you act like she belongs to you, as if I’m not even here telling you what to do. You’re such a good boy.”
Harry shivered against her. They were so close she could feel the goosebumps rise on his skin, the way his breath caught when Neville said his name.
Neville was smiling. She knew, not because she could see him, but because she felt the curl of his lips against her shoulder. Even as Harry was dominating her mouth, Neville was getting closer to her, too, his body pressing so tight against her side that he was brushing along Harry, his mouth starting to softly nibble at her exposed flesh from her shoulder toward her neck.
Hermione squirmed under the two men, since Harry in his enthusiasm was half on top of her now. It felt amazing, the weight of him, the weight of Neville, both of them pressing her into the mattress as they did what they wanted to her, and she knew they were still just getting started.
Moving his mouth ever closer to her neck, Neville went from nibbling to kissing to sucking at her skin. She couldn’t see him, but Hermione had no doubt there would be visible proof of his pathway.
Against her skin, Neville said, “Do you like knowing you’ll be marked? That anyone who saw you without your shirt would know I had been here?” He grabbed Harry loosely by the hair and pulled him back just enough that he whimpered as their kiss was cut off. “Let her answer, Harry.”
“Yes, Sir,” Hermione answered at the same time Harry did.
“Yes?” Neville asked, chuckling, as he let Harry get back to work on her mouth. “Are you going to let other people see you without your shirt when you belong to us?” he demanded.
Hermione’s mind whirled. She wanted to please him, but she wasn’t sure what answer she was supposed to give and Harry wasn’t letting her pull back at all anyway. Suddenly, Neville’s fingers closed over her nipple on his side and he pinched it, rolling it between two fingers and making her cry out, her body writhing under theirs.
“Are you?” he asked, cruelly still pinching her. Merlin, she was getting wetter as Harry finally pulled away enough that she gasped.
“No, Sir. Only if you say so, Sir.”
“Good girl, what a good little pet you are going to be,” Neville praised, indicating to Harry that he should again distract Hermione with kisses. Now, his own kisses began to move onto the column of her neck, still kissing, licking, nibbling, and yes, sucking at her skin. Hermione moaned against the kisses both men were giving her.
“Yes,” he whispered directly in her ear. “Since you are so enthusiastic about everyone knowing, I’m leaving plenty of evidence your shirt won’t hide. And I won’t allow you to cover your neck with a scarf or anything else either. Everyone will know you are well owned, pet. Harry, kiss along her jaw until you’re sucking on her ear, then kiss all down her neck and onto her shoulder. The harder you suck, the more marks you’ll leave. Just don’t bite her. We don’t want to hurt our pet.”
The words, even when he spoke to Harry, were said so close to her that Hermione felt like they were just for her, just to keep her body getting wetter until she was sure she was making a spot on the bed from how turned on she was.
Now both men were sucking on her neck, on opposite sides, and it was driving her wild. She started to cry out when Harry accidentally swiped a hand over her breast at the same time, but Neville covered it with his own mouth on hers for a long moment.
When he expertly kissed across her jawline and sucked her ear as he had told Harry to do before, Hermione panted helplessly. “Alright, Harry,” Neville said, once again speaking into her ear. “We’re going to start working our way down her body. You will meet my eyes the whole time we are moving so that you never get ahead of me. I want us to move in sync down her body from here by her ears all the way down to her thighs. We will mark her all the way down, suck on her skin and make her writhe. What do you think of that?”
“Yes, Sir,” Harry told him. “That sounds amazing.”
“And you, Hermione? Do you like the sound of that?”
For once in her life, Hermione could barely articulate an answer. She felt like she would fall apart long before they got down to her thighs. She was close to falling apart already. “Please, Sir,” she whimpered, not sure if she was answering his question or just helplessly begging. She didn’t even know if she was begging for anything in particular.
Fortunately, Neville seemed quite confident about what she wanted. He was laughing again as he captured her mouth, his fingers suddenly capturing her nipple again. She couldn’t see him, but he must have somehow indicated to Harry that he should do the same as she found a slightly more tentative twist and roll coming from Harry’s side. His fingers were smaller, more delicate, than Neville’s, but that only made the tug sharper.
Hermione screamed into Neville’s mouth as her first small orgasm rocked through her. It wasn’t her first ever. She had taken care of herself plenty of times, of course. But she had never imagined getting off simply from being kissed and having her nipples touched, tortured.
He continued to enthusiastically kiss her as Harry kept thumbing her nipple and Hermione struggled to come down off her high while still receiving the stimuli that caused it. When her breathing was finally almost normal again, Neville pulled back. “That was very nice, pet. Your first orgasm with us. Believe me when I say that was nothing compared to what you’re about to experience. In the future, know that I will control your orgasms, that you won’t be allowed to come without my permission. But today, while we learn each other and what it’s like to feel your bodies this way, you may both come whenever you want to. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir,” they both answered.
And then it began. Exactly as Neville described — both of them working down her body in tandem, their eyes never wandering from one another so that they stayed perfectly in sync. When Neville kissed her collarbone on one side, so did Harry on his. When Neville circled her nipple with his tongue, flicking it over her pebbled skin, so did Harry on his side. When they each began to suck on a nipple, she came again, a little harder this time. And this time Harry chuckled at her as well, though she could feel how the tip of his cock was leaking, his member straining against her hip.
It was deliciously degrading to be between the two of them, fully at their mercy, and knowing that she was going to be in the position until they decided they were done with her, no matter how many times she came apart, no matter how she might cry out. Well, she trusted Neville. If she said yellow or red, it could stop. But Hermione wasn’t about to do that. Not when they had still barely begun.
Their stubble across her belly tickled, and her inability to get away when they each placed a hand to her hips made her crazy, but Hermione still didn’t protest with the words that would free her. She loved this torture, wanted it to go on forever.
“You’re such a good girl,” Neville praised her as he pushed Harry back for a moment and drew circles around her belly button with his tongue. “And now, my Harry, we’re close. Very soon, I will show you how to make a feast of a woman. Can you smell her from here? I certainly can.”
“Yes, Sir,” Harry answered clearly enough that Hermione’s cheeks burned. They could smell her desire for them. They were close and she was soaked, so it was only to be expected, but the way they said it… Hermione shuddered.
The two men worked their way down from her belly, across her mound, and then almost, almost, where she needed them most before skirting around, down onto her thighs, where it tickled again, and they again held her down.
“This part’s a bit hard,” Neville began, instructing Harry, “because I would like for us both to suck on her inner thighs, but there’s not easily room for our heads while she’s just lying here. Pet, I want you to widen your legs and hold them up in the air a bit. We’ll help you once you’ve obeyed.”
Obey. That word should make her furious, but instead Hermione just felt overwhelmed with need. She hadn’t had another orgasm in a while and she was a writhing mess of need. It was embarrassing, following his instructions, spreading her legs and then bringing them up, but there was a strong arm or shoulder or what she wasn’t quite sure, but they were propping her up a bit so that they were undoubtedly staring straight at her most private area.
And suddenly she could feel tendrils of their hair brushing against her skin and their lips… oh Merlin, they were sucking at her inner thighs, making their way closer… And then they both stopped, Harry drawing back as Neville suddenly moved between her legs.
“Spread yourself as wide as you can go,” he commanded. “This would be best if Harry could fit in here, too.”
“Yes, Sir.” She did her best to comply, but she wasn’t sure Neville was pleased with her.
Still, he praised her, “What a good little pet. You’ll get better at spreading yourself wide for me. I promise.”
Before she could say another word, he grabbed Harry and began kissing him fervently, all while his hands toyed with Harry’s body and Hermione watched as Harry’s cock twitched and nearly vibrated with want, his hips thrusting helplessly even as Neville held him back.
Pulling his mouth away from Harry, he asked, “Do you want to come, Harry? You’ve been such a good boy.”
“Yes, Sir,” Harry whimpered.
“Hermione, have you ever sucked a cock before?”
“No, Sir,” she admitted, feeling like a failure.
“It’s a good thing this one is about to burst then. I doubt it will take any finesse to finish him off. Harry, straddle her chest and stick your cock in her mouth. Hermione, you will do your very best to lick and suck at his cock without biting in any way, do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“And you will swallow all the seed he gives you. You will always swallow down what we give you. Our seed belongs inside you.”
“Yes, Sir,” she gasped as her eyes met Harry’s and he quickly moved to follow Neville’s instructions. Then there was no time to think about anything except doing her best.
Hermione was glad that Harry was hesitant, that he let her lick the tip of his cock first, tasting the salty pre-cum before she opened her mouth and took him in. He was so large, it was hard to allow him inside her mouth without scraping her teeth on him, but Hermione was determined not to fail. It seemed she wasn’t doing too badly since Harry moaned the whole way into her mouth.
She did her best to lick her tongue along his length in her mouth, but there wasn’t much room for movement. Instead, she pursed her lips around him and sucked. Gasping, Harry cried, “Oh Merlin, like that!”
For one moment, Hermione felt blissful and smug, but then she utterly lost control of her ability to suck or to do anything at all besides react when she felt the first swipe of Neville’s tongue between her legs.
As it turned out, her inability to do anything didn’t matter since she moaned and the vibrations of the sound were Harry’s undoing. He cried out above her as he thrust shallowly into her mouth. The way he was sitting on top of her didn’t give him much leverage to push deeper into her mouth without shifting his full weight, thank Merlin, but Hermione still struggled to swallow all of his cum as Harry went through his first orgasm of the night.
“Good job, my lovely pet,” Neville cooed at her from between her legs and Hermione understood more intimately why the vibrations of her moan had gotten to Harry so easily. He spoke the words with his mouth surrounding her clit — a spot that had never been touched by anyone but herself and, sweet Merlin, it felt amazing when he licked around it in little circles, when he flicked with his tongue, when he…
She felt like she might pass out as Harry began to pull his cock, still somewhat hard despite the load he had given her, from her mouth at the same moment Neville sucked on her clit. Without warning, she fell apart, completely unprepared for how hard this orgasm would hit her.
It took a few moments for her to even be able to understand the words of praise Neville was pouring on her. “...such a good girl, my pretty pet with the perfect little cunt. We’re going to ruin this beautiful pussy and you’re such a good girl, you will love every moment of it, won’t you, pet?”
“Y-yes, Sir,” she managed, though she sounded so breathy she barely recognized herself. Hermione was still wondering if this was really her own body she was occupying as she gasped and moaned again at the things he was doing now.
“Now, Harry, since you won’t be so distracted anymore, come down here where you can watch and learn.”
Merlin, did he ever learn. Hermione lost count very quickly of the number of times Neville pushed her over the edge as he instructed Harry. As they both licked and kissed and sucked and fingered around and inside her, she utterly lost the ability to tell what specific thing was being done to which part of her or who was doing what.
All she was able to identify was that they had pushed her body into some kind of white, floating space where she was simply existing in a world of sensation. Hermione wasn’t even sure she was in the same room, on Earth, or if the people doing these incredible things to her were the two boys she had grown up with, the two she belonged with. She couldn’t doubt that in any corner of her mind now. She was made for these men.
“Hermione,” a calm, soothing, loving voice called to her through the fog. “Pet, come back to us. There she is, Harry. See, she’s okay.”
Blinking slowly, feeling like her brain had melted, Hermione realized she was looking into the glistening wet face of Neville Longbottom and a very worried-looking Harry Potter whose face was equally drenched.
Running their hands lovingly down her face, both men told her how good she was, how perfect, how she had done everything just right. Hermione wasn’t sure why they were so worried except, for some reason, there were tears on her cheeks. But not for any bad reason. She felt shaky, but good — so good.
“I… I feel amazing,” she managed.
“Good, love,” Neville said. Even though he seemed confident, she still noticed a small look of relief cross his face. “Good. We have just a little bit more for you. And, even though you’re very ready, it may hurt just a bit. Just like what I’m about to do to Harry may hurt just a little bit.”
“Worth it,” Harry panted. Hermione looked at him, confused a little bit, about what he wanted. She remembered… him. His cock in her mouth, the salty taste of his cum. And she remembered how good it had felt, how accomplished she was that she could have him that way. Seeing the way Neville was looking at him, she knew it must be his turn to make Harry feel so good.
She didn’t understand the hurting bit, not at first. Harry moved so that he was between her legs, but now his body was over hers. Her arms — when had she regained control of them? — wrapped around him, pulling him close for a kiss. She got to kiss Harry, and it was blissful. She was floating on air, floating…
Neville was talking, his voice low and commanding, but she knew the words were for Harry, so she wasn’t entirely paying attention until Harry asked, “Are you ready for me?”
“Always,” Hermione answered without really registering what he meant until… oh. OH. His cock slid inside her and the sharp pain of it brought her back to reality very quickly. Harry, her Harry, had his cock buried inside her and Neville was instructing him.
“Hold still now, Harry,” he said.
“Yes, Sir,” Harry replied, but she could tell he was gritting his teeth.
Neville chuckled. “Does she feel good? Is she tight enough for that big, thick cock of yours?”
Groaning, Harry nodded above her. “Merlin, yes, Sir. Please.”
“Not yet, Harry,” he said. “We wait for her.”
“For me?” she asked, surprised suddenly that she was supposed to say something here. Her whole body still felt like jello even if she was now aware of it in a way she hadn’t been mere moments ago.
“Of course, pet. Are you okay?”
She remembered something, something about colors. Hermione smiled at him and said, “Green. And I want Harry to move. It feels so good. I feel full. But move.”
“You heard her, Harry. You may move — but let’s see if you can be a little better for me. See if you can keep from coming until I do.”
“Then please fuck me, Sir,” Harry begged even as he began to slowly drag his cock from Hermione’s cunt, push it just as slowly back in. “I don’t know how long I’ll be able to last. I feel like… Merlin, she’s strangling me, she’s so tight.”
“She’s perfect that way,” Neville said approvingly, but then he disappeared, moving further down the bed so that Hermione could only see him over Harry’s shoulder. She didn’t know exactly what he was doing, but she could feel Harry’s responses.
“Doesn’t he need to be prepared?” Hermione asked, suddenly worried for Harry.
“You are absolutely right, lovely, but I promise you he has been, haven’t you, Harry?” Neville replied.
“Merlin, yes,” Harry answered, barely able to push the words out.
“While he was eating you out, I’ve been playing with his arse, edging him over and over again, teasing his cock…” With every word Neville said, Harry shuddered a little more. “Now I’m finally going to push my cock in there… if he wants me to.”
“Merlin, yes. Please, Neville. Sir! Please, Sir.”
In the next moment, Hermione knew that Neville had given him what he wanted because Harry gave a full body shudder and buried his head in the crook of her neck and shoulder, whispering, “Ohgodohgodohgod. I’m going to come. I can’t… Oh god.” He lifted his head as Neville pulled back a bit.
“God is an acceptable alternative to Sir, I suppose,” Neville said, bemused despite how wide his own pupils were blown and the fact that Hermione was certain he was as close to the edge as Harry was. Still, when he looked down into her eyes, she knew he was still very much in control of the situation. “Hermione, you will bring your hand down to your clit and play with yourself. When Harry and I release, you will let yourself go, too.”
“Yes, Sir,” she responded.
“You are going to soak up every bit of his seed, just like Harry’s greedy arse is taking mine. Someday, when you’re ready, Harry and I are going to take turns fucking you, filling you up until our cum is running down your leg. You’re going to be so full of us that a baby grows inside you — our baby, all three of ours.”
As he spoke, Neville began moving faster, pushing into Harry with more and more abandon. Every move he made forced Harry’s own cock to do the same to Hermione, in and out, pounding deeper and deeper. She could imagine it, being so full of their cum.
Maybe he could see it in her eyes, see how much she liked the image, because Neville kept going, “We’ll breed you, and keep you bred, keep you full of our cum for years, for the rest of our lives.”
“Yes, please, Sir,” Hermione begged. She loved it. She thought of the curve of her belly, so full of their cum that she made them babies. She was touching herself just like Neville had told her, and Harry was kissing her again now while Neville continued talking, though his voice kept breaking and his thrusts were more and more erratic.
“Gonna make you ours. Gonna breed you so well. You’re so good, both of you…” Neville screamed as he finally came, Harry immediately losing his control when Neville began emptying his seed into him. And Hermione, she was seeing stars again, the orgasm hit her so hard as Harry filled her.
The three of them collapsed in a sweaty, cum-covered pile on Neville’s bed — their bed. None of them could speak. They could barely breathe.
It was long moments before Neville finally pulled out of Harry and went, on shaky legs, to fetch a warm wet cloth and clean them all up. He did it gently, murmuring words of love and happiness nonsense as he did it. Hermione wanted to giggle, but she was floating again. She felt like the world was going in and out a little bit as Neville cast a couple of spells over them that she vaguely recognized as spells for helping soreness and a contraceptive spell.
“Why that one?” she murmured, “If you want to breed me?”
“Because you’re not ready yet, Hermione. And I will never do things you’re not ready for. I love you too much for that,” Neville said matter-of-factly.
“You love me?” she asked.
“I think I’ve been in love with you since you set out to help me find Trevor on the train. It took a little longer with Harry. My feelings for him were a bit confusing since I didn’t know it was okay to love wizards, too. Gran wouldn’t have approved back in the day.”
“But she will now?” Harry asked, almost sleepily. Hermione could relate to the fog she was sure he was in.
“She will,” Neville said with confidence. “Partially just because of who you both are, but also… because of who I’ve become. Because I don’t need her approval anymore. I just do what’s right. And this… there is nothing more right than this.”
“I don’t know if I’m in love,” Harry said with a little frown, “but I love you. And that… wow…”
Neville smiled. “We’re soulmates, we have all the time in the world to fall in love.” He leaned over and kissed Harry soundly and Hermione realized, if she weren’t still coming out of whatever was wrong with her, she would be turned on by the sight all over again.
“Why do I feel so… floaty?” she asked, wondering at the way even her voice sounded floaty.
“Oh, love,” Neville said, crawling back onto the bed and pulling them both into his arms. “It’s subspace. You’re so good — both of you are — at letting me take charge. Better than I expected either of you to be. But you especially, Hermione, I think we took you a little too far getting you off so many times in a row when Harry was learning. But, that’s what this time is for. The aftercare. I’ll draw you a bath, both of you, and then I’ll take care of you while we talk about all of it.”
“I’m not sure I can move a muscle,” Hermione admitted.
“Good thing I’m a big strong wizard then,” Neville said with a smile. “I can get you there either by carrying or with magic. And I will take care of you — now, every time we play, and always. Both of you.”
“Me too,” Harry said, though he barely looked like he knew what was going on. Neville laughed and carried him to the tub first, waving his wand on the way to make sure the tub was filled and the water was just right. After Harry, he carried Hermione in, leaning her back against Harry so that he was cradling her in the tub.
As they talked and came out of their sex-induced euphoria, a new kind of euphoria enveloped Hermione. This was real. They were soulmates, all three of them, and this was really how their life was going to be. She could not have been happier to be with her chosen ones.