Harry walked into the Auror locker room, and stopped with a jolt. He could feel his eyes widening behind his glasses as a whoosh of breath escaped to him.
The community showers had not posed a problem for him in years. Harry had always found men attractive, always noticing his handsome classmates. It wasn’t until he and Ginny had explicit conversations regarding their sexuality that he questioned the reason why. Well, Ginny had found herself attracted to the women of her Quidditch team, she had expressed that she thought Harry might also be attracted to men.
Typical Harry… The women in his life know his preferences before he even does. Their relationship had ended amicably, but his head still spun with questions and turmoil. He was still attracted to women, he loved Ginny’s petite, but curvaceous body. He loved spending hours running his mouth and his tongue along her curves and folds. But Ginny had made him question himself. Was he also attracted to men? He had always thought that his wandering eyes in the Hogwarts showers was more about curiosity in an academic way as opposed to curiosity in a sexual way. But he had always noticed other men… He noticed other men in a sexual way, if he thought about it.
A blush rose to Harry’s cheeks as he recalled his first time wanking to a man. He had fantasized himself walking in on Fleur and Bill in a compromising position. But he had reason with himself, telling himself that he was just attracted to Fleur— who is part Veela for Gordic’s sake! But that fantasy went beyond the blonde beauty… He remembers focusing his imagination on the sculpted lines of Bill’s body and handsome face.
Now that Harry was working in the DME office, and now that Ginny had made him question himself, he was noticing his peers more than ever. He had always been aware of Draco Malfoy, as a young boy, he had obsessed over the blonde wizard. As a young professional, Harry found himself watching Malfoy. He watched Malfoy’s hands when he buckled his wand holster across his broad chest. He watched Malfoy’s dimple when a rare smile or more common smirk graced his face. He watched Malfoy’s eyes darken with lust when he saw Hermione, his girlfriend.
But with all of that watching, nothing would compare to the sight Harry saw right now. Despite working together for months and months, Malfoy typically avoided the locker room. Harry’s eyes feasted upon Malfoy’s muscular back… his eyes watching the water droplets from the shower glide across smooth, pale skin. His breath caught as he focused on a round muscular behind and down strong leg legs, peppered with platinum hair.
The locker room door closed behind Harry, breaking him from his trance. It also got the attention of the handsome wizard standing under the showerhead, as Malfoy turned his head to look at the incomer.
“Potter, are you still coming over tonight? Granger said Mippy has been dying to make you more treacle tart,” Draco said. Even the mention of Harry’s favorite food was not enough to capture his attention. Draco had turned and faced Harry, tilted his head back and closes his eyes to rinse his platinum locks. Harry had an unencumbered view of Draco Malfoy’s naked body.
Harry had never seen a physique like this, not even in paintings or carved in stone. Lean, distinct muscle muscles covered every inch of his body. Strong pectorals led to eight protruding muscles of his abs. Then a trail of platinum hair lead down to a site that Harry would never forget. Draco Malfoy’s cock was huge, even soft.
Harry closed his eyes tightly, then quickly walked to the changing rooms to his right. “Er—yes. I already spoke with Hermione. I will be over tonight.” Harry locked himself in a changing room, determined to wait until Malfoy left. He sat on the cushioned bench, a feeling of defeat taking over him. Harry put his head in his hands, his mind straying to the built wizard standing naked only meters from him.
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“Hi, Harry!” Hermione said with delight, hopping up from the emerald velvet couch to stride over and hug her closest friend. Harry smiled at the beautiful witch, watching the rays from the fading sun bathe her in golden light. Hermione really was the Golden Girl—her eyes had flecks of gold interspersed with brown and her curly hair was sun kissed. Harry squeezed her tightly, his head coming to rest atop her head.
His eyes moved beyond the top of Hermione’s head into the sitting room, to where Draco sat nursing a glass of firewhiskey.
“Started without you, mate,” Draco called, raising his glass in a toast.
“Er—no worries. But I could use one,” Harry replied, his eyes moving quickly away from Draco to bounce around the house.
Hermione stepped back and gave Harry a questioning look. Perhaps Harry’s shaking voice and wandering eyes gave him away. He gave her a sheepish grin then moved forward to where a second glass of firewhisky sat on their coffee table.
Harry collapsed awkwardly into an armchair, finishing the whisky in two gulps. Hermione walked slowly to the couch and took her seat next to her boyfriend. She continued to eye Harry, who studiously avoided her intelligent gaze.
“Well—er—how are—the weather is—,” Harry sputtered.
“Is this all because you saw my cock, Potter?” Draco said confidently, leaning back on the couch with a smirk.
Hermione reached over and gently slapped his thigh, admonishing him with a breathed, “Draco!”
“What? He saw me in the shower today, Granger. Really, what’s a man to do? He won’t be the first to go shy on me after seeing it. Why, I remember the first time you saw—“
“Draco!” Hermione chided again, her face reddening like Harry’s. “Ignore him, Harry. He thinks every person wants him, especially if they see his—well, you know,” Hermione said with a roll of her eyes.
Harry blushed even further. He didn’t think his face had ever been so red.
“Oh—“ Hermione breathed. Understanding crossed her features as she gave Harry a kind smile. “Well, I actually spoke with Ginny a few weeks ago. And she asked me if there were any romantic partners for you, and—“
“Yeah—er—I can guess what she asked. The answer is no, I still don’t know,” Harry replied, his gaze still bouncing around the room.
Draco’s eyes bounced between his girlfriend and his friend. “Am I missing something?” He asked, the smirk fading from his face. “Is everything okay?”
“Er—yes, Draco. Of course everything is okay,” Hermione replied to her boyfriend, pasting a bright smile onto his face.
“Granger,” Draco growled, his hand coming to the back of her neck and giving it a squeeze. “Please don’t keep things from me.”
“I—I’m not. That is to say, it’s not about me, Draco. I can’t—“ Hermione stated, her gaze bouncing back to Harry’s.
Harry interrupted her. “Ginny and I had a long conversation about sexuality. She thinks I am bisexual.”
The room was silent for many moments. “I knew my cock could turn people!” Draco said triumphantly. “Granger, I’ve been telling you. Well, Potter, happy for you, mate. Go explore and be curious. God knows you didn’t in school, gods-damned prudish Gryffindors.”
“What?” Harry gasped. “You mean—you—“
Draco smirked and leaned back, his legs spread in front of him. He took a quick sip of his firewhisky before responding. “The Slytherin common room was quite fun. I think I fucked every Slytherin from our year and the two above us, men and women.”
Harry gaped. He looked at Hermione, “Did you know?”
“Know? She loves it. Sometimes we still call Theo—“
“Draco!” Hermione yelled. Her hand slapping over his mouth to stop his sentence. She cast a flustered glance to Harry. “Yes, Harry, I am aware that my boyfriend was very curious with his housemates. But what we do now, is supposed to be private.” She glared at her boyfriend as he raised her eyebrows suggestively, Draco’s eyes were glittering.
“Oh. I didn’t know—we never—“
“Well sure…Gryffindors were prudes.” Draco watched his girlfriend as his features darkened. This must be an inside joke between them, Harry thought. Because Hermione was blushing and biting her lip and Draco looked like he would pounce on his girlfriend at any moment.
Harry’s imagination came to life. He imagined what would it look like if Draco did pounce on her. If he ripped open her blouse, gripping her curves. If he took out his own cock—
“Harry?” Hermione said questioning. He shook his head out of his fantasy. He had been staring at Hermione as his mind ran wild. She looked confused—she had never seen that expression on Harry’s face directed at her before. Draco looked amused and delighted. His eyes were understanding as he met Harry’s, before giving him a smirk and a wink.
Draco’s hand slid from the back of Hermione’s neck to grip her throat. “Are you a prude, little lion?” He whispered as he leaned forward, pressing open mouth kisses to her jaw. “Do you want to show Harry how much of a Slytherin you can be?”
Hermione glanced furtively over to Harry and her breath caught at what she saw. Harry’s eyes glittered with lust, his breath came out of him in pants, his jaw clenched. Her eyes roamed down to where his knuckles were turning white gripping the sides of the armchair. This made her eyes catch on his pants, slightly tented with what was obviously an erection.
Hermione’s breath escaped her and she squeezed her eyes closed, answering Draco with a short nod of her head.
“That’s my girl,” Draco whispered. His hands moved to the sides of her blouse, his mouth continuing to press kisses along her jaw and neck.
Harry watched Draco’s deft fingers unbuttoning Hermione’s blouse until it gaped open, showcasing her breasts trussed up in an emerald green lace bra. “Even wearing Slytherin colors, love? I’m proud of you.” Draco’s voice was liquid. He slipped the shirt from her shoulders, the fabric pooling behind her on the couch.
Drago’s hand slid over the sides of her breast to grip her waist. He squeezed her once before, pulling her to sit on his lap, her back flush with Draco’s chest. This put her directly in Harry’s view. Draco rested his head on Hermione shoulder, his eyes dark as he looked at Harry. He didn’t break eye contact as his hands slid down over her hips into her knees. His large hands gripped her knees before spreading them quickly, letting them rest on the outside of Draco‘s bent legs.
Hermione moaned as her legs were spread her hands coming up to tangled in Draco’s hair. Harry watched Draco‘s hands move slowly, teasingly up Hermione‘s thighs. He pulled her skirt up with them until it bunched at her waist. Harry could see the wet patch between her legs on the green lace, causing a gun or grown to escape him. The the noise caused Hermione to look up at him and he had never seen anything like her. She left sexier than any witch he had ever seen. Harry couldn’t believe he was looking at Hermione…his Mione. The thought caused another moan to escape him. His hand involuntarily left its place clutching the arm rest to squeeze his erection.
Twin smirks crossed Draco and Hermione’s faces at the sight. Draco’s hands lifted higher, before coming to rest on the straps of Hermione’s bra. “You’ve never seen these, have you, Potter? You are in for a treat,” Draco growled as he pushed the straps off her shoulders, the delicate lace falling forward. Hermione’s breasts were exposed, the cold air causing her nipples to pebble immediately.
“Fuck, Hermione,” Harry whispered at the sight of her perfect tits. Her breSts were large for her petite size, filling Draco’s large palms. Her nipples were perfect, small and dusty pink. Draco tossed the lace away with a flourish. His fingers squeezed each of Hermione’s nipples once before leaving. “Stand,” he ordered to Hermione, pressing a quick kiss to the back of her head.
Hermione stood quickly, her breasts bouncing with the movement causing a moan from their audience. Draco unzip and remove Hermione skirt, leaving her in nothing but a lace thong and black heels. Draco stood, but kept his eyes on Harry’s. “Undress me,” he ordered.
Hermione quickly complied, pushing his dress robes off his shoulders, then unbuttoning and unzipping his shirt and pants until he stood bare in front of them. Harry’s eyes tracked Hermione’s hands through it all now he watched as her fingers trace the muscles on Draco’s chest and abs before leading down and grasping the enormous erection between Draco’s legs.
“Tsk, tsk,” Draco muttered. “Let’s not be rude. Undress our guest, Granger.”
Harry’s eyes finally left Draco’s cock to watch Hermione strut toward him. She looked like a goddess as Harry stood in front of her. Up close, he could see every perfect inch of her. Her perfect tits, her tiny waist, her long legs. She smirked at her best friend as her hands came up to undress him in the same way she just did to her boyfriend. When Harry’s erection sprung free, a sexual smile replaced her smirk. Her hand grasped Harry’s shaft as his clothes joined the discarded pile of Hermione and Draco’s.
Draco walked up behind Hermione, his hands coming to rest on her shoulders. He pushed slightly, causing Hermione to gracefully sink to her knees between the two wizards.
Harry looked down and his cock jumped at what he saw. Hermione was looking up at him innocently, her face centimeters from his and Draco’s cocks. Draco’s pale skin, platinum hair, and huge, long cock contrasted greatly with Harry’s olive skin, black hair, and smaller but girthier size.
Hermione reached up with both hands and grasped both of them. A whispered curse escaped Harry at the sight. He tilted his head back, his gaze catching on Draco…Draco was smiling lovingly down at the witch on her knees and sent her a quick wink. As he looked up, his eyes found Harry’s and he gave him a trademark Malfoy smirk. Harry felt Hermione’s mouth close over the head of his cock. Harry’s mouth dropped open and his eyes closed as she proceeddd to suck and lick at his length. Harry felt a hand grasp his neck as lips met his. Draco kissed him with a passion, their tongues fighting for dominance.
Harry was overwhelmed. Between the feel of Hermione’s lips around his cock and Draco’s touch and smell invading all of his senses. It could have been seconds, minutes, or hours, Harry was not sure, before Draco broke their kiss and leaned back. He gave both Harry and Hermione a devilish smile before muttering, “My turn.” Harry’s cock fell out of Hermione’s mouth with a pop before she turned her body to the pale wizard next to her. She looked up at Draco with a smile. “Anything for you,” she said before her mouth closed around Draco.
Harry watched as Hermione bobbed along Draco’s impressive length, gagging slightly when she took him too far. Harry gripped his own length, stroking himself to the rhythm that Hermione had set.
“You too, Potter,” Malfoy growled, his hand coming up to Harry’s shoulder and giving him a push to his knees. Harry got down clumsily, kneeling next to Hermione. He could feel his face reddening as he glanced between Hermione, Draco’s cock halfway down her throat, and up at Draco’s face. Hermione leaned back and tilted her body towards Harry. She smiled at him before capturing his lips in a kiss. Harry could taste himself and Draco on her. Harry got lost in the feeling of Hermione until she pulled back slightly. Draco thrust his cock right between their lips. Harry copied Hermione’s actions, sticking his tongue out to lick along Draco’s length as he thrust. Draco then grabbed the messy hair at Harry’s head in his fist and turned towards him. “Open up,” Draco growled before plunging into Harry’s mouth.
Harry gagged immediately, not used to the sensation, before he took a deep breath through his nose and loosened the muscles in his throat. “That’s it,” Draco murmured approvingly as he continued to thrust into Harry’s mouth. Hermione got on all fours, leaning forward and taking Harry into her mouth. Harry popped off of Draco’s cock to look down at the witch. Her back arched and her round ass in the air. One hand came up to grab Draco as the other went to spank the ass taunting him.
“That’s more like it, Potter.”
Harry went back to sucking and licking Draco. His hands grabbing Hermione’s hair, spanking her ass, rubbing along her spine.
Draco backed away from Harry to look down at Hermione. He smiled before walking over getting on his knees behind her. His hands caressed her curves before he gripped her hips and quickly flipped her over. She popped off Harry’s cock and was spun to gently land on her back, looking up at the two wizards looming over her.
“Come here, Potter,” Draco said quietly as his hands slid to the green lace at Hermione’s hips. He slowly removed the lace, baring her pussy to her audience. “The most perfect cunt you will ever see,” Draco growled.
He was not wrong, Harry thought. Harry’s eyes feasted on Hermione’s plump lips as Draco spread them, revealing her tight nub. Draco groaned and leaned forward to suck her clit into his mouth. She moaned, her back arching off the ground. Harry’s hands involuntary went to her perfect breasts, squeezing and rubbing as they heaved with her panting breaths.
The sound in the room was more erotic than anything Harry had ever heard. Hermione’s moans, Draco’s groans, and the wetness between his tongue and her cunt.
Draco stood suddenly, leaving Hermione writhing and panting in the ground. His hand fisted his cock as he looked at his witch and his friend. He gave an affirmative nod to Harry.
Harry moved quickly, situating himself between Hermione’s spread legs. He looked down at her perfect body and felt the precum leaking from him. Hermione looked up at him, still panting, and breathed out, “Please, Harry.”
He needed no further begging. Already primed by Draco, Hermione was ready for him. Harry thrust into her, to the hilt, and Hermione screamed. He could feel her pulsing around him, milking him. Harry heard Draco groan and could hear the sounds of him stroking himself.
Harry lost himself in the feel of her and the knowledge that Draco was watching. He was brought back to reality when Draco got behind him, his hand caressing Harry’s scarred back. Harry’s thrusts stuttered when Draco’s hand caressed his backside, the long fingers stopping to massage his puckered hole. Draco muttered a lubrication charm as his gently rubbing became penetration. Harry and Hermione moaned together, his thrusts becoming even more aggressive. Draco fingers entered Harry’s ass, scissoring and spreading.
Draco’s fingers left and were quickly replaced by something much bigger—his cock. Another lubrication charm was murmured as his cock penetrated Harry. Harry was awash with bliss. Hermione’s tight cunt clenched him while Draco’s huge cock speared him. Harry could do nothing but let the pleasure take over.
Draco’s hand came to Harry’s lower abdomen, pushing in slightly. His cock came almost all the way out before coming in at a new angle. “Right…there…” Draco muttered before the new angle caused his cock to touch something Harry couldn’t even begin to describe. A shuddering, world-changing orgasm came over Harry suddenly. Hermione went over at the same time, her moans echoing in the small room, her walls squeezing Harry. Harry’s orgasm went on and on and on, meanwhile Draco continued to thrust and Hermione continued to squeeze.
Draco pulled out of Harry abruptly and stood. He stepped in front of Harry, one hand going to the back of Harry’s hair in the other, going to his cock. Harry looked up at the wizard, eyes closed, muscles bulging, hand stroking himself furiously.
Hermione sat up, Harry falling out of her causing wetness to coat her thighs. She kneeled next to Harry, then they both leaned forward to lick the head of Draco’s cock. Draco moaned, his breath stuttering before his balls drew up and his come shot out onto Hermione and Harry’s faces. Harry looked over at Hermione, Draco’s seed all over her mouth, he leaned forward and kissed her. The taste of Draco and himself all over her. Hermione broke the kiss first, leaning back onto her heels. She looked up at Draco and gave him a warm smile.
Awkwardness and nerves fluttered into Harry as he also looked up at Draco. But Draco was smiling back at Hermione and gave her a wink. He helped her stand, his hands caressing her curves as he did so. Then he dropped a hand to help Harry up, too.
“Potter, I’ve always wanted you on your knees for me.” A quiet laugh exploded from Harry, causing Draco to shook him his infamous smirk. “Well, you obviously enjoyed yourself. You should give Theo a call, I think you’d be a great fit.”