Celandine's Chronicle (celandineb) wrote in cels_fic_haven, @ 2009-10-08 09:22:00 |
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Entry tags: | hp fic draco/harry/hermione |
HP fic: Three Is a Magic Number [Draco/Harry/Hermione, adult]
Title: Three Is a Magic Number
Author: celandineb
Fandom: HP
Pairing: Hermione/OCs, Hermione/Draco, Hermione/Draco/Harry
Rating: adult
Length: 23,543 words (posted in three parts) (9239 this part)
Warnings: BDSM, polyamory, EWE
Summary: Hermione never expected to become a domme, and she certainly never expected it to lead her down this path in life.
Note: Written for the hermionebigbang in 2009. This was inspired by several drabbles and ficlets that I wrote for inell. Many, many thanks to snegurochka_lee for beta-ing; her suggestions have (I hope) much improved the story, and any remaining errors and infelicities are entirely my own responsibility.
He and Harry did manage to have dinner together that week; Draco reported to Hermione afterward that he had certainly had a good time, and that he thought Harry had as well, although without giving too many details. Which was, after all the point, that Harry and Draco should have private things together without having to include Hermione in everything. Still, in order to accept the state of things she had to remind herself that the same would be true when she and Harry had time to be together, without Draco.
She was also glad that Draco had pointed out to Harry that he, Draco, would want to spend time alone with Hermione as well. Living together of course they were around each other in the mornings and evenings, but they needed to be sure that there would be some real "couple time" as well, in particular, time for the sort of play that had brought them together in the first place.
Communication between the three of them wasn't always perfect, naturally, a fact that was brought home to them all one Sunday. Hermione and Draco had both agreed that eventually they would need to tell Harry about their established dominant-submissive relationship, but neither of them was quite sure when and how it would be best to tell Harry. In the meantime, they continued with it when Harry was not around... or at least, so they thought.
"Ten... eleven... twelve," Draco counted, his reddened arse flexing as each stroke fell. He was pressed against the wall, arms outspread and held by ropes, head turned to the side, eyes closed.
Hermione stopped, reversing her hold on the flogger and running the handle of it down his spine, probing between his buttocks. "I really should consider getting a strap-on," she murmured. "Watching Harry fuck you makes me want to do it myself."
"Yes," Draco agreed.
"Maybe we can go pick one out together." She stroked his arse. "Another dozen? Pick up the count."
Swish-crack.
"Thirteen... fourteen..."
“What are you doing?" Harry's voice cracked from the doorway, his expression wavering between astonishment and horror as Hermione turned to look at him.
"Caught," murmured Draco, and Hermione lowered her arm so that the flogger brushed the floor.
"What does it look like, Harry?"
"You – but I – you never told me that you did this stuff," Harry said.
"Finite incantatem." At Hermione's words the ropes binding Draco vanished, and they both stepped toward Harry.
"It wasn't that we were trying to hide this from you," Hermione assured him. "Honestly. I just wasn't sure if you'd be interested, and I didn't want to make you think that you had to be."
"It's true, Harry." Draco touched Harry's cheek to make Harry look at him. "We were going to talk to you about it eventually; we didn't expect you here so early today. I thought you were just coming for dinner."
"Are you very upset?" Hermione asked a little anxiously.
Harry let out a long breath. "Not exactly. Not by what you were doing so much as by the fact that you never even hinted that you did anything like this."
"I'm sorry," she said. "I wasn't thinking about the fact that you might feel excluded."
"Okay," Harry said. "Just don't keep the secrets like this another time, all right?"
They both nodded. Draco asked, "Are you interested in it yourself? Would you like to watch?"
"I – yes, I think I would," said Harry. "I'd like to understand. Do you take turns?"
"No, Hermione doesn't enjoy submission the way that I do," Draco said. "She's an excellent dominatrix, though, whether or not she's inflicting pain."
Hermione blushed at the compliment. "There's something beautiful about complete and voluntary obedience," she tried to explain.
Harry looked a little confused, but he nodded. "I guess I see. Maybe watching will help me understand better."
"You don't need to participate, nor even watch if you don't want to," Hermione said.
"We don't do this all the time, either," Draco added. "If it's not to your taste, that's not going to be a problem for us as a triad, I hope."
"Let me learn what it's like, and we'll see how it goes," Harry said, and he conjured a chair to sit in while Hermione and Draco returned to what they'd been doing. His own evident arousal by the sight of Draco being beaten made Draco even more responsive than usual, and Hermione smiled to herself, confident that even if Harry didn't ever want to submit himself, he would have no long-term trouble in accepting what the other two did.
"Draco," said Harry presently.
"Yes?"
"You like being the –" Harry paused, clearly groping for a word.
"Submissive," Hermione supplied.
"Submissive," Harry repeated. "Why?"
Draco ran his fingers through his hair, then shook his head, the strands falling neatly into place. Hermione always felt a pang of envy, watching that. "Hermione's asked me that, too, and I'm not sure if I have a very good answer."
"Well, tell me whatever you can, then. Because it seems odd to me; in school I would have thought you'd do just about anything to get out of feeling pain."
"Not quite," said Draco thoughtfully. "Not pain so much as shame, I'd say. Although it isn't precisely the pain that I like either. It's more the security of knowing what the expectations of me are, of having someone correct my faults with care and attention. Hermione's very good at that."
"What does she do to you, if it's not always a beating or whatever?" Harry frowned.
Hermione opened her mouth to speak, then thought better of it and shut it again. She wanted to know how Draco perceived matters.
"Different things. She has had me polish her boots, for instance." Draco grinned. "I won't forget the first time she did that. I had never polished a shoe before in my life, and she told me she wanted to be able to see her face in them when I was done. I was terrified I wouldn't do a good enough job."
"You did just fine, though," said Hermione.
"It was funny, actually. I was so absorbed in the task... and stroking the leather of your boots almost made me feel as if you were touching me."
"Yes, I remember your reaction." Hermione smiled at Draco.
Harry had been looking from one of them to the other. "What was his reaction?"
"It excited me. A lot," Draco explained patiently. "Hermione is a kind mistress, though, and she permitted me to come almost right away, as a reward for doing a good job. Those boots weren't clean for long."
Harry looked as though he was trying very hard to understand why Draco would find all that satisfying. "Okay," he said in doubtful tones. "So sometimes she punishes you physically and sometimes she makes you do tasks you don't like, but the point is that she's doing this because you've done something wrong or disobedient, is that it?"
"More or less. Although the tasks can turn out to be quite enjoyable in their own way. As I said, I rather liked polishing her boots, in the end; it was satisfying to make them as perfect as I could. And she's had me do other things that I enjoyed."
"We don't by any means always engage in the roles of dominant and submissive, either," Hermione put in. "It takes a lot of effort and concentration, for both of us. I know there are a few tops who live the role pretty nearly all the time, but that's not something I would want to do, probably not something I could do even if I did want to. But sometimes – yes, sometimes it's what each of us needs. I think of it as helping to make my partner as nearly perfect as he can be."
"Your partner? Isn't that always Draco?"
"These days it is, but it didn't used to be. I was working with several other bottoms when Draco first asked me if I would take him on." Hermione touched Draco's shoulder fondly. "It took quite a while before he persuaded me to become exclusive."
"So you would – top – several people at once?"
"No, no. I couldn't give proper attention if I did that. Some tops could, maybe, but not me. No, I'd see someone different each time. I had three regulars before Draco came along; they've all found other mistresses or masters now."
"I see." Harry's voice was thoughtful. "I think I see."
"Well, you know that anything you want to know about it, you can ask," Hermione assured him.
"I will," said Harry. "I'm sorry, I'm interrupting. You should go on."
He had been interrupting, but Hermione didn't mind all that much, not if it meant he was interested. "Maybe you should take off your clothes, too?" she suggested. "Or at least, you can touch yourself while you watch, if you want.
"Do," Draco encouraged, and Harry licked his lips and pulled down his jeans and pants before sinking back into his conjured chair.
Hermione felt a little self-conscious now. She'd had an audience plenty of times at Brands, but there, there were always other couples too, so she didn't feel quite so much as if she were putting a solo – well, duo – performance as she did with just Harry watching. She finished another dozen blows with the flogger before deciding that perhaps that was enough for the time being.
Telling Draco to turn around, she was pleased to see his response to having Harry watch was positive; the head of his cock positively glistened with pre-come. A little delay seemed appropriate.
"Eat me," she ordered, sitting on the edge of the bed and spreading her thighs wide. Not imaginative, maybe, but it always worked well for Draco, and Harry would probably enjoy the sight too.
She was very wet. Draco blew across her cunt, the caress of the air by itself almost enough to trigger an orgasm, but he followed with light short licks, flickering his tongue over her clit. Hermione dug her fingers into the mattress, her muscles spasming. Draco's eyes rolled upward to gauge her reaction, and pressed harder with his tongue, slurping and smacking and making little noises of appreciation. Over in his chair, Harry whimpered; Hermione could see his hand pumping on his cock.
"Good boy," she murmured, rocking into Draco's face. "Don't touch yourself, now. I want your hand free to fuck me. You'll get to come soon."
"Yes, ma'am," he replied indistinctly against her. "Fingers now?"
"Now," she said, and felt a mighty rush as he pushed into her cunt. Three fingers, she thought he was using, and silently approved his choice. "Harder."
Draco obeyed, finger-fucking her fast and hard even as he kept his lips sealed over her clit, suckling, tongue vibrating rapidly; she wondered how long he could continue. Her orgasm was like a waterfall, a continuous surge gushing through her, holding her quivering at the peak for long minutes until she could take no more and she was compelled to say, "Enough! Stop, Draco."
He stopped immediately, sitting back on his heels, his face shining with her juices.
Harry had already come. He sprawled, his prick still red but now softening against his dark curls as his chest heaved with deep breaths.
"Turn so that Harry can see you, Draco. Touch yourself."
She let him go on for a good five minutes without giving him permission to come, watching Harry's face as Harry watched Draco wank.
"You may come," she said at last. It took him a few more strokes, he had been holding back so hard, before his semen jetted out onto the floor – he'd aimed at Harry, Hermione thought, though Harry was too far away to be reached.
"Wow," Harry breathed. "Um. I didn't realise it could be like that."
Hermione smiled and stroked Draco's shoulder. "As I said, if you want to know more, or to try it sometime, we'll be happy to talk to you about it... and if not, that's fine too."
"Yeah, all right," Harry said, still looking a little dazed.