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‘Seriously, Malfoy?’ Hermione asked with a sigh when confronted with the sleek black private jet standing on the tarmac.
‘If you even think for one second I’m going to apologize for traveling comfortably, you’re sorely mistaken, Granger.’
‘Please do tell me what ever could be uncomfortable about a normal airplane?’
‘You mean commercial flights? ’ He spat the last words as if they were poison. ‘After Potter enlightened me on the joys and pleasures of Muggle transportation methods you dare to ask me what would be uncomfortable about a seven hour journey on a commercial airline?’
Theo chuckled as he sauntered by them, heading for the stairs that gained access to the jet. ‘It’s Malfoy, Granger. What did you expect?’
‘What about Harry?’
‘What about him?’ Malfoy raised one eyebrow.
‘Where is he?’
‘Enjoying the pleasures of an economy seat all the way from London to New York, I presume.’
‘Malfoy! Why did you invite me and not him?’
‘The DMLE had already booked a seat for him. I’m not obligated to stop the Ministry from spending their galleons.’
‘I could’ve booked myself, the DOM would’ve –’
‘Then we wouldn’t have the pleasure of your company, love.’ Theo winked from atop the stairs, one foot already in the plane. ‘Are you lot coming? We have a conference to attend.’
‘Only you would hire a private jet.’ Hermione muttered, straightening out her pencil skirt. If she had known she wasn’t going to be in public, she would have put on her bloody jeans.
‘Hire? Do you think I’m a peasant?’
‘Malfoy, for fuck sakes, you bought an airplane just for this once?’
‘Maybe I’ll use it more. You never know. I do like flying.’ He smirked.
Twat.
Hermione shook her head in disbelief. How did she end up here?
Well – she knew, of course. The International Floo Network had been down for maintenance – someone had deemed it necessary to travel with large quantities of a combustible potion, that did indeed, combust – just as a large conference was being held in New York on new groundbreaking techniques on cursebreaking. As Head Unspeakable and one of the developers of one of the new techniques, she was a key speaker. As were, unfortunately, Draco Malfoy and Theodore Nott, cursebreakers extra ordinaire.
Except, the unfortunately in her mind was more of a remnant of her teenage years. If Hermione had to be completely honest with herself, she quite enjoyed working with the two of them. They were intelligent, capable and truly exceptional in their line of work.
Having intimate knowledge of the Dark Arts certainly worked in their favor.
It had taken the better part of a year to develop the new technique and Hermione, Theo and Malfoy – she refused to use his first name, as did he in return – had become cordial. Friendly, one could say. They even shared a drink after work, on occasion. The fact that they were independent Cursebreakers making their fraternizing something she could afford. Hermione hadn’t become Head Unspeakable before turning 25 by being friendly in the workplace, after all.
‘This is rather quaint.’ Theo remarked as he let himself fall down in one of the plushy dark green chairs.
A black jet. Emerald chairs. Dark mahogany wood. Silver finishings. Good Godric. He truly bought his own jet and even had it customized. What. A. Prat. Hermione looked around, not quite sure if she was impressed by it or appalled.
‘One wouldn’t call this quaint , Theodore.’ She said under her breath, still indecisive on her feelings about the whole situation. If there was a stewardess, she would truly fucking lose it.
A tall older man, wearing a dark suit and a pilot’s cap opened the door from the cockpit.
‘Mr. Malfoy, Mr. Nott, Miss Granger, welcome. We’re set to leave in ten minutes, please make yourselves comfortable and mind the seatbelt-signs. Weather forecasts show us clear skies and we should be arriving in New York at 19:00 hours, local time. The pantry has been fully stocked, sir, as per your request. I do have to remind you to please store your wands and not use any magic, as it could interfere with the workings of the jet.’
Hermione her mouth sagged open as she watched the pilot, who winked at her. ‘Squib, miss. Nothing to worry about.’
The pilot returned to the cockpit and Hermione sat down next to Theo. Merlin, these seats were comfortable – she couldn’t say otherwise. Draco sat on the other side of the aisle, a singular seat next to the window. On both sides were tables situated in between chairs, as if it were a train, but it wasn’t cramped. A rounded sofa, big enough for at least 4 people to sit on royally was at the end of the plane, a large television screen mounted on the wall in front of it. There was a door there, and Hermione was curious as to where it led.
On the other side of the plane was a galley, the door to the cockpit and another door, presumably the toilet.
It was ostentatious and wholly Malfoy.
They clicked their seatbelts in place as the plane taxied for take off and made some small talk about the upcoming conference, their speeches. They always had loads to talk about and there weren’t many silences falling between them, only when they were focused on their tasks. And even if there was silence, it was never an uncomfortable one.
Harry had often mentioned to her how weird it was to see them working together in such an organic way.
Once high in the air and the seatbelt-signs turned off, Theo got up, treating her with a face full of his arse as he scooted by her. She wanted to object, but knowing him he would turn around the next time and treat her with a face full of, well, something else – and she wasn’t quite sure if that was a good idea.
Sure. She had thought about it.
Maybe she had thought about it often, even. One couldn’t blame her. Theodore Nott was one of the most handsome wizards she had ever seen. His chocolate brown short curls, his seafoam green eyes. His large, capable hands. Toned Quidditch physique. Sharp mind.
Fraternizing was one thing – she couldn’t possibly… No.
‘Get out of your mind, Granger love.’ Theo sang, handing her a tall glass of a bubbly beverage and placing a bowl of peanuts on the table.
‘Champagne and nuts, really? Could you be any more stereotypical?’ She snorted.
‘I’ve read up on the do’s and don’ts of flying the Muggle way.’ Theo sat down in front of her and winked.
‘Oh, please, enlighten us.’ Malfoy drawled sarcastically as he took a sip.
‘Draco darling, once I’m done, I’m quite sure you love the knowledge I am going to bestow upon you.’
Malfoy rolled his eyes and Hermione couldn’t help but grin.
‘So, tell us Theo, what have you learned?’
‘Well, the champagne and nuts, of course. One shouldn’t recline their seats all the way when one is travelling during the day because that is deemed anti-social. One should make sure one's children behave when flying on a plane. When flying for prolonged periods of time, one should wear special socks and make an effort to move around.’
Hermione hummed after every one of Theo's statements, but knew something was coming. His eyes had this mischievous glint she came to recognize.
‘But I was hoping, love, if you, being Muggleborn and having intimate knowledge of everything Muggle, could explain to me, or rather, us, the intricacies of the phenomenon that’s the Mile High Club.’
Hermione almost choked on her sip of champagne.
‘Excuse me?’
‘The Mile High Club.’ Theo repeated with a smirk.
Malfoy repeated his words but in a questioning way. ‘The Mile High Club?’
This bloody fucking arsehole of a wizard.
‘Well – err. What have you learned so far?’
‘It’s a club. Of people. Muggles, mostly, I presume. That do the dirty, so to speak. On airplanes.’
‘There’s nothing – err – much more to it, really.’
‘But HOW do they do it, Granger?’
‘Salazar, Theo, do you want her to draw you a schematic? You know how to fuck.’
Malfoy said it in such a way Hermione wondered how intimate his knowledge was, giving her visions of them togeth – No. Don’t go there, Hermione – she said sternly to herself.
‘I’ve seen pictures of those commercial airlines you spoke about, Drake. I can’t imagine them shagging there on those seats, that would be highly inappropriate.’
Malfoy snorted.
Hermione felt her temperature rising. What in the actual fuck was happening.
‘Well, I believe they use the lavatories.’ She just had to bloody answer now, had she? Why was she like this?
‘The lavatories?’ Both wizards asked with horror on their faces.
‘Yes. The lavatories.’
‘Positively impossible, Granger.’ Malfoy drawled.
‘He’s right.’ Theo popped a peanut in his mouth. ‘I’ve just been there and I practically leaned against the door in order not to piss myself, it’s absurdly small.’
‘This is a private jet, I’m sure the toilets are of a sufficient size, Theodore.’
‘You’re just underlining my point here, Granger. Because your statement indicates that the size of the toilets on commercial airlines are even less sufficient than the one I just had access to, meaning a regular lavatory would never be able to fit two people. Let alone three.’
Three – when the…
‘Three?’
‘Yes, seeing as there’s the three of us.’
She now full on choked on her drink.
‘He sure has a point there, Granger.’
Oh fucking god, not Malfoy too.
Wait.
Was Malfoy thinking about fucking her?
With Theo.
On an airplane toilet.
Was Theo thinking about fucking her?
Where they both – no.
A vision of two pairs of hands making their way over her body, two sets of lips heating up her skin with hot kisses…
Why was she thinking about them thinking they wanted to fuck her because that couldn’t… Fuck. She had been staring too much. That had to be it. She had tried to limit it but sometimes when seeing them work, how they moved, she just couldn’t help herself. It wasn’t just Theo. Malfoy too. She hated it, at first. She had hated herself for it at school too. But now he was all grown and all grown . Merlin’s sagging tits – what the fuck.
‘Hermione, love?’ Theo asked, a bit worried.
‘I, err – need a bit of air.’ She got up and started pacing in front of the sofa.
‘Well, that’s another thing that I learned…’
‘Theo, shut the fuck up.’ Malfoy interjected as he made his way to the galley and pulled a bottle of water out of the fridge.
‘Granger, breathe,’ he told her, holding out the bottle to her. ‘You know Theo and his big mouth by now.’
Hermione nodded, because – yes, she knew and screwed the cap loose before taking a large gulp of the cold water. With a heavy thud she sat down on the sofa and looked up at Malfoy, still standing there, at a safe distance.
Gods, he was tall. Especially sitting down like this.
Theo tentatively eyed her as he came standing next to Malfoy. ‘Do you mind if I sit?’
‘No, I don’t mind.’
The thick cushions of the sofa shifted as Theo sat down next to her. Malfoy silently took a step closer.
‘I didn’t mean to upset you.’
‘You didn’t upset me.’
‘You seem rather upset.’ Malfoy drawled.
‘I’m not!’ She said a bit more forcefully than she had meant to.
‘Then what is it, love? It’s not like you to be so affected by something I said.’
‘It was, err – rather visual.’ Hermione breathed, her eyes downcast.
‘Ah, so you were affected.’
She could hear the smirk in his voice. Twat.
‘But alas, the lavatory is too small for three people.’
Malfoy let out a huff and when she looked up, he had taken another two steps towards her.
‘Theodore, have you by any chance seen that ‘do not disturb’-button next to the pantry?’
Hermione felt her temperature rising as Malfoy took another step in her direction. If he took yet another, their legs would touch. His eyes were fixated on hers, not giving any room for her to do anything but to stare right back at him. She could feel the atmosphere shift. As if she had entered a universe where her deepest desires weren’t a dream, but a possibility.
‘Draco…’ Theo said questioningly.
Malfoy got down on his knees, his head now level with hers.
‘Go. Push. It. Nott.’
Theo chuckled and got up, brushing the hand she had splayed on the sofa with his fingers. Electricity ran through her fingers up her arm, raising her temperature even more.
Merlin. The anticipation alone had her clenching her core.
Draco Malfoy on his knees in front of her – as if he was ready to worship.
‘So, about that Mile High Club, Miss Granger…’ The blonde wizard drawled, every word firing up the very feelings she had tried to suppress for so long. His hand encased her ankle possessively, right above the black heels she had chosen to wear today.
‘Could we perhaps interest you in a membership?’ Theo asked, a devious smile on his face, as he came standing behind the wizard that sat on his knees, towering over him and grabbing his platinum hair before jerking it back just enough for Malfoy to hiss. ‘Because I know this wizard right here is dying to eat that cunt of yours until you scream out his given name.’
Her whole body felt aflame. Fuck, was this really happening? She nodded her answer and Theo let out the biggest smile she had ever seen.
Malfoy grabbed her other ankle too and spread her legs gently. She let him. Gods, she would let them do anything they fucking want to her. He lowered his head and placed a soft kiss on her knee, his hands moving up, the tips of his fingers pushing up the tight skirt.
Her breathing became heavy and she could feel herself getting absolutely drenched. Such a simple touch had this much of an effect on her – how?
His mouth followed the upward motion of her skirt, kissing the inside of her thigh, trailing a pathway to her core with his tongue.
Theo bowed over Malfoy, one hand braced against the back of the sofa to hold himself steady, the other disappearing in her hair just as he had done so to the other wizard. He tilted her head back so their eyes met. The green of his eyes had darkened and he looked at her with a desire that hit her as hard in her core as Malfoy's administrations with his tongue had. Theo captured her lips with his in a searing hot kiss, tongues meeting each other in a frenzy she hadn’t ever experienced before.
Malfoy lifted her bum a bit, bunching up her skirt to her waist and pulling her a bit forward. His fingers grazed the fabric of her knickers and she moaned into Theo his mouth.
‘She’s so fucking wet for us, Theo.’
‘Such a good girl.’ Theo said with a smirk against her lips.
Hermione gasped as Malfoy his fingers entered her, the lace pulled aside. Her fingers dug into the sofa, trying to ground herself. She felt so much at once.
‘Do you know for how long we’ve wanted this, love?’ Theo whispered in her ear, slowly unbuttoning her blouse. ‘Fuck, we could’ve wrapped up this little project months ago, but that meant not seeing you every day.’
‘Can’t have that.’ Malfoy murmured before she could feel the scorching wetness of his tongue parting her lips and circling the bundle of nerves. Her hand shot to his head, grabbing his hair just as Theo had done, pushing him against her wanting core.
The obscene sounds of her drenched cunt meeting his mouth filled the cabin and Hermione moaned.
Theo had unbuttoned her blouse entirely now, her black laced bra full on display as her chest heaved with the pleasure Malfoy was bringing her. He pulled down the cups, exposing her taut nipples to the colder air, making them stand painfully at attention. Then he sat down next to her, watching her. Watching them. There was something about being half dressed like this that fired her up even more.
‘This is so fucking hot.’ He murmured, his fingers playing with the edges of the lace, leaving her nipples wantonly.
‘Theo,’ she whined as she bucked her hips against Malfoy, who moaned at the movement.
The curly haired wizard chuckled. ‘What is it, love?’
‘Please,’ she begged, her hand now on his knee, holding on tight. ‘Please, Theo.’
‘What do you need? This?’ He pinched one of her nipples. Hermione swore, Theo tutted. ‘Such a filthy mouth, Miss Granger. That deserves a punishment later.’ He pinched the other nipple and Hermione bit her lower lip, moaning silently as she arched her back into the touch.
‘I think she likes the idea of you punishing her, Theo.’ The blonde wizard said with a grin, his chin and lips completely covered in her wetness, his fingers still pumping in and out of her, driving her insane. ‘I could feel her clench on my fucking fingers.’
‘Do you know?’ Theo asked, his hand traveling up her chest, encircling her throat, putting a soft pressure on her pulse points.
Bloody hell. What were these wizards doing to her?!
‘Fucking definitely.’ Malfoy breathed as she clenched on his fingers again, hard, watching her in awe. ‘Taste her. She’s fucking perfect.’
Hermione watched as Malfoy pulled out and held up his hand. Theo grabbed his wrist and sucked in the two digits, his other hand still holding her throat. His eyes closed in bliss as he hollowed out his cheeks and sucked the other his fingers clean.
‘A fucking delicacy.’ Theo whispered in her ears the same moment Malfoy his fingers filled her once more, curling his fingers inward, reaching that elusive spot she knew existed but could never reach herself.
Theo his tongue was on her nipple now, teasing it until it glistened and pulsed. His other hand snaking down, one of his fingers joining Malfoy’s as they steadily pumped into her, watching her with an hunger that almost frightened her – if she hadn’t felt it so herself too.
She was going to combust.
Die of pleasure.
She was sure of it.
Theo extracted his finger again, leaving room for Malfoy to capture her clit with his lips. The finger covered in her own slickness circled her other nipple.
Hermione opened her eyes at precisely the same moment Malfoy bit down on her clit and the combination of the pleasure she felt with the sight of that platinum between her legs, those blue eyes looking up at her, moaning in pleasure as he was eating her out – Theo his hands and tongue on her, muttering obscenities, every nerve ending she had erupted in utter bliss and she screamed out both their names.
Her entire body shook with gratification as wave after wave of the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced wreaked havoc on her body. Tears of pure joy escaped the corners of her eyes as she came down from the insane high.
‘Fuck, Hermione, are you okay?’ Draco asked worriedly, his hands possessively holding her thighs.
‘Merlin, yes.’ She sighed. ‘More than okay.’
Theo smiled, his face buried in the crook of her neck. He bit down on the soft skin where her throat met her shoulder, a moan escaping her mouth before she could stop it. ‘Theo.’ She breathed.
‘Remember that punishment, love?’
A shudder went through her body. Did she just discover a new kink?
Draco stood up, treating her with a vision of a massive bulge in his trousers.
‘This way, darling.’ He winked as he opened the door next to the sofa and showed her an entire bedroom.
A bedroom.
In a bloody plane.
She couldn’t make a smart remark about it though, because Theo had scooped her up over his shoulder and hauled her inside. Unceremoniously he dumped her on the bed and watched her like a predator ready to pounce as she laid there, half dressed.
‘Let’s get these clothes off you.’
Draco sat behind her, undoing the clasp of her bra and pulling off her blouse. Theo took care of the skirt and her ruined knickers and within record time, she was naked.
Whilst they were still clothed.
Draco noticed her as she came to this realization and he tutted before whispering against the shell of her ear. ‘Remember, good girls get rewarded.’
Anticipation had her shivering once more. Theo just stood by the end of the bed, his hand softly squeezing his cock through the fabric he was wearing.
From behind, a set of hands grabbed her hips and pulled her back, her arse meeting Draco his hard cock, that nestled instantly between her cheeks. An involuntary moan escaped her and she arched back against him. His hands found his way to her breasts and cupped them whilst his pointer finger and thumb rolled her nipples.
‘Turn her around, Drake.’
Draco let go of her with a kiss in the neck and a pinch of teeth on her earlobe and turned her around.
‘On all fours, darling.’ He winked, positioning himself in front of her, sitting down on the bed against the headboard, her hands bracing his thighs.
‘Fuck.’
She looked back. Theo looked devastated, his eyes fixated on her cunt, that was now on full display as she sat on her hands and knees, Draco his legs underneath her.
‘You…’ Theo his voice broke.
Draco grabbed her hair and pulled her head back, lining her mouth up with hers as he kissed her for the first time.
Godric. Why hadn’t they kissed before?
He started out soft and sweet before turning ravenous and greedy, taking everything and more. His hands found her breasts again, flicking her nipples, rolling them, using them as his own little playthings.
She could feel herself clenching on nothing, her juices leaking out of her, slicking up her thighs. Theo swore loudly and she could hear him coming closer.
‘Ever had a proper spanking before, Granger?’ Draco asked with a chuckle the moment he had let go of her lips and left her breathing hard.
She shook her head a bit uncertain. A spanking? A proper spanking?!
‘You sure as shit deserved one at school, the swot you were.’ Theo chimed in.
‘What’s your safeword, darling?’
Safeword – fuck. Hermione knew of safewords but she never really had to think of one before.
‘Dittany.’
A finger trailed down her spine, through her cheeks – did she like that? – teasing her folds. She could hear a mutter escape Theo his lips as Draco’s hands grabbed her head and he brought her closer, biting down on her lower lip before kissing the sting away.
With a loud smack, Theo his hand landed on one of her arsecheeks and she let out a yelp, which turned into a moan as the palm of his hand smoothed the skin. Another smack, her other cheek. Bloody hell, this really turned her on. Why? How?
She wailed into Draco his mouth the moment Theo aimed a spank right on her cunt. She widened her stance without realizing, her body taking over and giving him better access.
‘You’re positively dripping.’ Theo said in awe.
Another smack right there on her core and an orgasm overtook her. She fell against Draco, who held her tight and peppered kisses all over her. Theo sat behind her, his hands soothing the skin that surely was tinged red now.
Draco softly put her down on the downy duvet, spooning her from behind, still holding her tightly. Theo came laying in front of her, his fingers tracking rune patterns over her naked body.
‘I hate to break it to you, though.’ Theo whispered with a smirk. ‘I do believe you still aren’t an actual member of the Mile High Club.’
Hermione hummed, finding some of herself back – some of her confidence – now she knew exactly what to expect. She knew these wizards, she had worked with them for months. She felt comfortable around them. Always had. There just had been this attraction she had been fighting, which had made her a bit uncertain at times. But now?
‘I know, Theodore,’ she drawled, doing her best Malfoy impression. ‘There has to be actual shagging or it doesn’t count.’
The second those words left her lips, she pushed her backside into Draco his – still very hard – erection. His fingers delved into her skin and he let out a guttural sound.
Without saying anything else, both wizards lost their clothing almost as fast as if they had magic helping them. Hermione her eyes feasted on their toned bodies, both their cocks ready and weeping for her . Being in the middle, she had perfect access to both wizards and thank Merlin for being ambidextrous.
Each hand fisted a cock and she absolutely revelled in the sound that enveloped her as they both lost it the moment she squeezed and pulled. Her thumbs swiped over their tops, precum making her movements slicker.
‘Fuck, Hermione.’ Draco moaned whilst Theo let out a string of expletives.
She kissed Theo first, turning her attention to Draco after, all the while pumping her fists in a sure rhythm. Hermione felt so extremely powerful, having the two most capable wizards she knew as puddy in her hands. Emboldened by this feeling, she sat up straight.
‘Where are you going?’ Draco asked, worry tangible in his voice.
‘I was planning on riding one of you, but…’
Theo grabbed her waist, lifted her up and speared her on his cock before she could say anything else. The intrusion felt so deliciously good and she was so insanely fucking wet. Hermione screamed out his name as he pounded into her from below, holding her so tight she knew she was going to have bruises.
‘Fuck. I’m going to…’
‘Inside me. Theo. Please.’ Hermione whimpered.
He yelled out her name as she could feel thick ropes of cum filling her up, Theo his body was trembling from the orgasm. She looked to the side, to Draco, seeing him fisting his own cock, the tip now red and even thicker. The sight of him pleasuring himself lighting yet another fire inside of her. Hermione leaned towards him, kissing him deeply.
Theo slipped out of her, his fingers replacing his cock as he languidly pushed back in the cum that had found its way out, his mouth on her breasts yet again as he captured one of her nipples between his teeth.
‘I want you too,’ she whispered to Draco when she broke their kiss and the most delicious grin she ever saw appeared on his face.
‘Thank fuck.’
Theo chuckled and lifted her again, reverently placing her in between them.
Draco got on his hunches and spread her legs the same as he had done at the start of their adventure. His gaze was stuck on her leaking cunt and his eyes darkened.
‘I love seeing you dripping with cum.’
Theo hummed, his fingers trailing down once more, giving Draco even a better view as he spread her lips, circling her clit as Draco watched, smearing his own cum all over her pussy.
The blonde wizard then pulled her legs, lining himself up with her entrance and slowly but surely entered her. The squelching sounds reverberated through the room as he pushed in and out.
‘I need you to come at least once more, darling.’ Draco said, his voice strained.
Hermione didn’t think she could. She had never had three orgasms in one go.
Theo fisted her hair and pulled her head back as he kissed her deeply, his other hand choking her softly once more and that tell tale tingle erupted low in her belly.
‘Keep doing that, Theo.’
‘Harder.’ Hermione breathed.
Both wizards chuckled and Draco started pounding into her as if it was the last thing he could do. Theo put more pressure on her pulse points and sucked her lower lip as she moaned louder than she had ever had.
‘Where –‘ Draco croaked.
‘Fill. Me. Up.’
‘You’re such a dirty, dirty witch.’ Theo mumbled against her salty skin. ‘I fucking love it.’
Draco pinched her clit between his fingers and that was all it took.
With a silent scream her body arched and galaxies within her erupted. Stars died and found life again all in the mere moments Hermione felt her orgasm travel through her, Draco shooting his cum inside her and Theo telling her she was such a fucking good girl.
Spent and sticky they fell down on the covers.
‘Welcome to the Mile High Club, love.’
‘I’m definitely keeping this plane.’
‘Can I keep both of you?’
‘For as long as you want, darling.’
Theo hummed. ‘For as long as you want, love.’