Ghost
Fred Weasley was a pervert. A kinky, horny, little pervert.
Hermione and Draco didn’t mind.
Draco stepped into the prefect’s bathroom ready to greet his favorite hogwarts ghost, but instead he was pleasantly surprised by the sight of his girlfriend in a naughty position. Knees bent, legs spread, bum slightly raised.
“Gods, you’re so wet already!” Malfoy didn’t say that. He looked around and spotted Fred.
“You started without me?” Malfoy teased.
“I just wanted a peak!” Fred and Hermione both began lazily stroking themselves, waiting for Malfoy to undress.
Fred liked to watch. He sometimes liked to make requests, like Hermione and Draco were the stars of his own personal porno.
“Any requests tonight?” Malfoy stepped into the warm bubble bath his girlfriend prepared for them and pulled her legs to the edge of the bath, delighting in her excited squeal before he even put his mouth on her.
“Sorry Mione,” Fred’s mouth quirked into a lopsided smirk. “Don’t let her cum?”
“You bastard!” Hermione turned her eyes back to Draco, “Please?”
“Oh, darling.” Draco started in on her, eliciting a gasp from his girlfriend and making her involuntarily wrap her legs around his head.
“Please don’t stop!” she begged, hips bucking against Draco’s face.
Draco’s slid effortlessly inside her but he insisted on pumping infuriatingly slow.
“Faster! Please, faster!”
“You look so pretty when you beg,” Fred whispered in her ear.
She turned to watch him still stroking his cock to the sight of her.
“Do I look pretty when I cum?”
“Fucking gorgeous!”
“Please? Let me cum!” She wasn’t sure if she was begging Draco or Fred.
But Fred answered, “but Mione, it’s my turn to play with you.”
She couldn’t feel Fred’s touch anymore, just a lingering cold where his hand rested. She shivered, rubbing at her neck, feeling the chill move down her stomach.
“I’m so close, please Draco, please don’t stop!” she begged. But he did. She screamed at what felt like ice against her clit, but she knew it was just Fred’s fingers.
She tried to clamp her legs closed but Draco held them apart.
“Be a good girl now, let Fred see how wet you got from him watching you.”
She could feel that familiar chill moving back and forth, and back and forth, torturously between her folds.
“P..p..please…” Hermione stammered. “Too cold!”
Draco slid two fingers back inside her, but with Fred’s fingers over her clit the torture was overpowering the pleasure.
She bucked her hips against hands, human, ghost, anything. Desperate to cum. But the boys were determined to keep her orgasm just out of reach.
“Bathtime?”
Hermione wasn’t sure who suggested it but she was pulled into the warm water with Draco.
He held her against one of the jets, letting the water both warm up and stimulate her pussy.
Hermione moaned. She rubbed herself against the side of the bath, doing her best to hump the jet.
She was so close.
But Draco didn’t let her crash into warm, orgasmic bliss. He pulled her off the jet and let her feel the ghostly iciness of Fred’s hand between her legs again.
“Please?” She asked one more time.
It was only then that she felt her boyfriend’s cock poke her ass. She stared down at it hungrily, wishing Draco would fuck her until she came.
He stroked his neglected cock lazily under the water for a minute before returning his attention to Hermione.
“I haven’t touched you yet,” she noted, almost guiltily.
“I’ll cum, darling. Don’t you worry.” Draco assured her. “But right now I’m entertaining Fred.”
“Aren’t you entertained yet?” Hermione pleaded with Fred.
“I could watch you beg to cum for hours.”
“Good,” Draco answered him, “because we’re just getting started.”