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What Are Friends For?
"I need you to have sex with my wife."
"What."
Harry blinked. His pinky went to his ear, and dug in. Nope, clean. Daphne took care of that on a regular basis, and it was difficult to get her to stop even if he'd wanted her to. So definitely, Harry had heard his former arch-rival correctly, even if the words made no sense to him.
"You want me," he said, pointing at his chest, "to have sex with Hermione."
"Yes," Draco repeated, arms crossed as he leaned against the wall. "I didn't think there was someone here besides you idiot, who else would I be asking?" he spoke rhetorically, not really a question. "So, are you in or not?"
"Alright, alright, back up, stop and start from the start," The black haired man said, waving his hands wildly. "Explain!"
"What's there to explain?" The blonde haired man asked, raising an eyebrow, gesturing with his right arm. "I need you, to go to my house, or call Hermione to come here, and fuck her."
"Mmmbutwhytho," Harry sighed, gathered himself, "I heard you the first time, but it still doesn't make sense to me. Why do you need me to do that?"
"Well because I damn well can't go and do it myself," he said.
"Why?" Harry insisted.
"That," Draco gestured with his left hand forward, as if grabbing the topic, "doesn't matter," he said, making a motion as if throwing the problem away. "Just do what I ask of you. It shouldn't be so hard, you had a crush on her for years didn't you?"
"Okay first, being hard is a requisite," Harry quipped, "but also I just- I know I'd be pretty fucking pissed if I discovered someone was even touching Daphne, but outright having sex with her? I don't know man," he said, "feels pretty bad to me."
"Yes, but you're sexually attracted to your wife, and I'm not," he said.
"I'd be annoyed if you were attracted to my wife," Harry quipped again, then the words registered. "Wait, what? You're-"
Draco raised an eyebrow. "Did you only- oh," he said, blinking. "How- how did you not realize, to this- you're such a blind, deaf idiot, of course you didn't realize, Daphne chased after you for years and you didn't even see her, and even I saw it," he said, then he threw his head back and looked for all the world like he wanted to strangle a puppy. "Right, okay, I guess I have to say it outright. I'm gay you idiot."
"You're what now," Harry asked, blinking in confusion. "Gay? Like, you like men?"
"I like men, yes," Draco confirmed. "How did you never fucking notice, I'll never understand."
"Dude you married Hermione what the fuck," Harry threw his hands up in confusion. "You have a child, she has blonde hair, we know she's yours!"
"Well, I'm not going to keep my bloodline alive with another man," Draco said. "Hermione knew this and agreed to it," he said. "It doesn't take a genius to figure out."
"Alright, fine, I get it, so you're gay, and you're not attracted to Hermione, and you're both in a sexless, loveless marriage."
"One sided love," Draco corrected. "I think she might still have feelings for me that are romantic in nature," he said.
"Yes, because that makes it better," Harry rolled his eyes. "But still, why come ask me-"
"I promised I'd find her a discrete partner, since we can't afford for there to be rumors about our relationship," he said. "And there's absolutely nobody who would get suspicious about you."
Harry hung his neck. "Well at least I have a reputation for being trustworthy?"
"More like being too much of an idiot to take advantage of your power, but sure, let's go with that," Draco said, "anyway so are you in or not?"
Harry glared at his former enemy, his eyes hidden behind round glasses.
And he thought, long and hard, on his decision. Long. Hard. Long and hard. He thought long, hard, and intensely for minutes. Hours even.
"Oh fuck yeeees!"
Hermione's moans filled the marital room he shared with Daphne, as the bedsprings creaked. Harry bounced his hips behind her, the bed protesting his every thrust, but Hermione letting out a screaming, lewd moan every time he bottomed out inside her, whining pathetically in need whenever he pulled back.
"Don't stop, don't you dare fucking stop," the sexy witch begged. "Keep going, fuck me even harder!"
Hermione was tighter than Daphne. A lot tighter. Granted, Daphne had two kids to Hermione's one, and Daphne got fucked on the daily, she was a lot more used to taking Harry's cock in her. She was also considerably wetter, more backed up, infinitely more needy and desperate. Her voice was filled with lust and desire, and every poke at the deepest parts of her vagina was met with a call for more, every time he rubbed against her folds she shook her head, brown hair whipping about.
Unlike Daphne, Hermione could take his full strength thrusts, and asked for even more. It was a fresh, all new and different experience. Daphne was all softness, and warmth, and love, and everything that he wanted when he came back home after a long day at work, dealing with the infinite idiots that inhabited England's every problem. But Hermione embodied what he once considered a forbidden fruit, his first crush, the woman he could never have been with. She looked at him, her brown eyes looking directly into his green eyes, and gave him the most mischievous smile he had ever seen.
And he found himself enjoying himself greatly as he satisfied that hidden desire, that craving, that old flame rekindling as the two wizards both had sex with someone who was not their spouse.
Their bodies slammed against each other in quick, brutal and powerful sex, not lovemaking, but sex. They weren't in it for love, they weren't in it for affection, they were both in it for something neither was getting from their spouse, and as they both raced each other, trying to bring the other to orgasm first, they both shouted.
"Cumming!"
And satisfied their deepest craving.
As the two of them separated, Harry smirked as he saw that Hermione was a defeated, sweaty mess, his stamina serving him in the end.
"And, and, Daphne, was okay with this?" Hermione asked, panting.
Harry grinned. "You can come out now!" he called.
The door to the room's wardrobe, which Hermione only now realized had lights coming out of it, and Daphne, one hand stuck in her panties, sat on a pile of clothes, drooling a little.
"She accepted on the condition that she got to watch."
Hermione blinked. "You know what at this point, after getting fucked properly for the first time in years, I don't even care. Wanna go again?"
Harry looked at his wife, his green eyes staring straight into her blue eyes. The blonde-haired woman swallowed, face red. "Uhm..."
Her hand was moving again and her nipples hardened.
Well... "Yeah, sure," he said.
Hermione turned around and offered him her backside. "I want it from behind this time."
Harry nodded, got on his knees behind her, and pushed himself all the way in, in a single thrust, then began rapidly pounding Hermione's well muscled and tight behind, her slick, wet pussy clinging to his cock. He didn't even care about the mess they were making. It would all be a moot point later anyway.