Hermione led them down a service corridor for the shopping centre.  She had the devil in her – but didn’t think her boys minded.  Her boys.  That phrase always sent a tingle through her that settled deep inside and made her tingle with pleasure.

Glancing back over her shoulder, she saw that Harry had an amused expression on his face, though his eyes were glazed over, and that Ron was just hungry.

Stopping halfway down the corridor, she turned and faced them, asking impatiently, “Here or men’s room?”

Ron blinked.  “What?”

Smiling now, she stepped closer and pressed herself against him, trailing her fingernails over his shirt.  “Here or the men’s room?”

“Answer her, you prat,” Harry chimed in as he set his bags on the floor and leaned against the wall opposite the pair, ankles and arms crossed.

Ron narrowed his eyes at her.  Scanning the corridor once, and after flashing a smirk at Harry, Ron replied, “Here.”

Hermione kept her eyes locked with Ron’s as she advanced on him.  He backed up a few steps into the wall practically dropping the bags he was carrying.  Hermione could have sworn he whimpered like an injured puppy when she pressed him against the wall, working his belt loose.

There was faint terror in his eyes under the lust.  Afraid of getting caught.

She heard Harry moan softly and, glancing over her shoulder, was even more aroused when she saw that he was stroking himself through his jeans.  He flashed a wicked little smile, which Hermione returned.

Ron thrust his hands into Hermione’s hair, turning her back to him, saying, “I’m paying you right now, not Wonder Boy over there.”

“Yes, sir,” she murmured, finally tugging his trousers open and freeing his erection.  She didn’t give him the chance to say anything else before kneeling in front of him and engulfing him in her mouth, working her tongue on his length.

It took him no time at all to climax, Hermione swallowing most of it.  Then she sat back on her heels and gazed up at him.  His gaze was clouded with arousal and release, but still intent upon her face.

With a short laugh, she quickly stood and waved her wand over herself.  Her clothes were transformed into the cherry red teddy she’d purchased, and her shoes into three-inch red spikes.

Harry’s breathy moan indicated he’d come in his jeans upon Hermione’s transformation.  A smile split Ron’s face as he watched Harry.

Turning his attention back to Hermione, Ron grasped her arms and flipped their positions so she was pinned against the wall of the service corridor with his body.  He skimmed one hand down over her breast and over her stomach until finding the apex of her thighs.

She whimpered and arched against him.  She had left the crotch of the teddy open this time, so Ron’s fingers were rubbing against her nub, making her even more damp.

In the edges of her awareness – beyond Ron – Hermione heard the door at the end of the corridor open.  She opened her eyes enough to watch Harry intercept the guard.

“You’re mine right now, Hermione,” Ron growled in her ear, pressing his erection against her thigh.  “Mine.”

She brought her eyes back to Ron and thrust her hand into his hair.  “Then make me earn my money.”

Ron bent down kissed Hermione possessively.  Mouth still fused to hers, he bent slightly and lifted her, pulling her legs around his waist.  Moving his hands to her arse and with a bit of shifting, he eased her onto his erection.

Hermione arched her neck, allowing Ron to fasten his mouth onto the cord of it, kissing and licking from her ear to her collarbone.  She moaned loudly.  She never thought she’d be such an exhibitionist, but the thought of that guard down the corridor was driving the tension in her higher.

“Harry didn’t get to do this, did he?” Ron growled in her ear before nibbling on it.

Hermione couldn’t answer for a moment:  Ron had just thrust against her G-spot and she was seeing stars.  When she regained her breath, she replied, “No, he only had my mouth.”

A groan drew their attention to the guard.  He was still there – Harry hadn’t gotten rid of him – and his eyes were glued to Hermione and Ron.  The idea she was being watched by someone other than Harry drove Hermione over the edge.

She came noisily, the sound of her moans and murmurs echoing off the bare walls.  Her climax brought on Ron’s.  With a couple grunts, he emptied himself into her.

A chuckle drew Hermione’s attention back to Harry.  Harry had his wand out, twirling it between his fingers, as he leaned against the wall.  With a wink at Hermione – Ron still had his head on her shoulder and was oblivious to this exchange – he cast a Memory Charm on the guard, strongly suggesting that he had seen nothing and should exit the way he entered.  The guard readily agreed and left.

Hermione laughed softly.  “He’s going to wonder in a few minutes why he’s walking around hard as a rock.”

Harry just grinned and advanced on Ron and Hermione.  Ron lifted his head from Hermione’s shoulder when Harry was directly behind him.  Harry grabbed a fistful of his red hair, pulled his head back and gave him a deep kiss.

Hermione moaned, moving her hips just enough to make Ron moan as well.

“It’s my turn,” Harry said mischievously.  “I’m paying good money for her, too.”

A slow smile graced Ron’s mouth.  He lifted Hermione down, leaving her weak-legged against the wall, then turned to Harry.

Ron’s hands found their way to Harry’s belt and zipper, making short work of them.  Harry closed his eyes and bent his head back when Ron reached into his jeans and freed his erection.

“You’re eager today, aren’t you?” Hermione laughed.  “Wanting to get your money’s worth?”

Harry thrust himself into Ron’s hand even as he turned to Hermione with darkened eyes.  “Always.”

Ron laughed and kissed Harry gently on the corner of his mouth before letting Harry go.  As soon as he was free, Harry turned to Hermione, devouring her mouth in a kiss and lifting her around his waist much the same way Ron had.

Holding her hips tightly, Harry ground himself into Hermione.  Ron leaned against the wall next to them and watched.

“You like being watched, don’t you, Hermione?” Ron asked.

Hermione answered with a gasp.  “Yes.”  Her fingers were clutching Harry so tightly, she thought she might leave bruises on his arms and shoulders.

“Did you like the guard watching you?” Harry asked, voice tight and low.

“Yessss,” she hissed as reply.

Harry rolled his hips, driving deeply into her and sending her over the edge again.  He climaxed soon afterward, pulled out and removed her legs from his waist as soon as he was finished.

“Harry?” Ron began.

“What, Ron?”

“Did you remember to cast that silencing charm on this corridor?”

Harry righted his clothing, then tapped one finger to his temple as if thinking.  “Why, no, Ron, I don’t think I did.  I guess we’ll be getting more visitors soon.”

Hermione, who was sagging against the wall, boneless from her two quick climaxes, suddenly bolted upright.  “What?” she cried.

Both her boys just grinned, grabbed the shopping bags, and Disapparated.

She blinked at the spot where they had been.  Those scoundrels.

Intending to walk out the emergency exit door, she took a step and winced.  The muscles in her thighs were sore from being spread so wide and she was sore between her thighs from being battered by two men.

But you enjoyed the hell out of it, Hermione, she admitted to herself.

Thinking about the last hour, she allowed a very feminine, very possessive smile across her face.

They’re never going to know what hit them.

She knew they’d returned home to the house they shared.  She heard voices from the end of the corridor furthest from the doors the guard had used.  The smile still on her face, she transfigured her clothes again.

A leather, form-fitting catsuit now graced her body, a six-foot long leather whip in one hand.

She Apparated into their living room.  Harry and Ron were on the sofa, their shirts off and Ron undoing Harry’s jeans again.

Hermione cracked her whip, startling both boys to attention.  Ron paled slightly, eyes on the whip, while that wicked gleam returned to Harry’s eye.

Hermione cracked the whip over their heads, eliciting a small whimper from Ron.  “You left without paying.”