Our Prize (Harry Potter fanfic)

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A/n: This chapter contains a lemon. You have been warned. 

Hermione laid against her fur bed as she stared off in the distance. This night couldn't get anymore worse. Narcissa is in critical condition, Voldemort knows they know about the war, Draco hates his Dad, and everything is about to go up in flames. Hermione groaned while burying her hands in her hair, unable to grasp what they should do now. She feared it was the end of it. This time around, there was no hope for them. Her ears perked up when she heard the flap of her tent opening and shutting. She peered up to find Fenrir and Scabior walking into the tent. 

"How are you holding up?" Scabior asked as they walked over to her. While they sat down on both of her sides, she sighed. 

"I don't know anymore. I mean... I fear we might be over with before it even began. The Dark Lord won." Hermione claimed, leaning her head against her arms. Fenrir lightly brushed his hand over her hair while Scabior leaned against her side, buried his face into her neck. 

"This isn't over yet. We haven't even gone to battle. You said it yourself, the Dark Lord's dumb. He'll make a mistake and he will be the one to lose this battle not us." Fenrir assured her. She shook her head. 

"I'm also scared about my transformation." Hermione whispered. Fenrir nodded his head while Scabior began playing with her hair. 

"Yeah, that's the real thing that bites. But we'll be there for you, don't you worry about it." Fenrir stated to her. She nodded her head as she held onto their hands.  Suddenly she felt something within herself start to warm up. At first she thought nothing of it till she felt the boys' hands tighten around hers. 

"Everything okay?" she asked. They nodded their heads they were fine but she could feel like there was something off. Before she could asked, another wave of heat rushed through her causing a bit discomfort between her legs. She rubbed her thighs together as she felt their grips tighten even more against her hands. She even noticed from the corner of her eye, Scabior biting his lips while he buried his head against the bed. 

"Okay, what's going on?" she asked, lightly pushing herself from the bed. Fenrir rubbed the back of his head and cleared his throat. 

"Well... um... you... you're starting... um... your heat cycle." Fenrir stated. She shook her head. 

"What does that mean?" she asked. Scabior shot his head up. 

"Basically, your body is preparing itself to have pups while releasing a very enticing aroma." Scabior blurted out then returning his head against the bed. Hermione blushed as she couldn't believe this was happening. She lightly brushed Scabior head at first to comfort him until she felt something come over herself. She found herself moving his hair to the side as she latched her lips against his neck. Scabior tilted to the side as he moaned. 

"Don't... don't do this... Hermione... if you... if you continue... I might not control myself." Scabior whispered while his arm wrapped around her head, pushing her close to her. She likely let go of his neck. 

"We're about to enter into a war. I'm not sure if any of us may come out of this alive. So... we might as well..." Hermione whispered against his neck. She felt Fenrir crawling over as he pulled her dress from her body and tossing it to the side. His hands roamed over her body before laying comfortably on her breasts, tugging on them lightly. Hermione's hands caress Scabior's shoulder till he crawled onto his back and slid under her. They latched their lips together as their hands roamed around each other. Scabior slid his hands down between her legs as he began to play with her pearl. Hermione gasped while she listened to them unzipped their pants and pulled out their shafts. 

She felt Fenrir lower his hand down her waist till his fingers were sliding into her womanhood. She moaned as Fenrir pushed in and out of her in a steady pace. Scabior moved his lips down her jaw and onto her neck before running his tongue over her buds. Hermione gasped while she moved her hand over her head and began to rub the back of Fenrir's head. Fenrir suddenly pulled his fingers from her womanhood then moved her legs farther Scabior crawled from under her till he positioned his shaft inches away from her face. Fenrir tighten his hand on her waist. 

"Are you ready?" Fenrir asked her, lightly brushing his hands up and down her side. She peered over her shoulder as she nodded her head. 

"I'm not doing it till I hear you say it." Fenrir ordered her. 

"Yes." She whispered. Slowly Fenrir slipped into her. She gasped as she felt him fill her up. Fenrir held there till she moved her hips against him. He took the hint as he thrusted gently in and out of her. She felt Scabior's hand pressed against the back of her head. She peered up to see Scabior looking down at her as he held his shaft near her lips. She wrapped her mouth around his shaft, hearing Scabior gasped, while she bobbed her head up and down. Just as she was sucking him, Fenrir began thrusting faster and harder into her. Hermione moaned against Scabior shaft just as she felt a knot start forming inside her. She couldn't warn Fenrir that she was about ready to cum as Scabior was thrusting his shaft deeper into her mouth. Finally she couldn't hold it anymore as she came on Fenrir's shaft. 

Then she felt Fenrir thrust harsher till he slammed into her and came inside her just as Scabior came inside her mouth. Hermione slurped Scabior load before releasing her mouth from his shaft. She panted while she felt Fenrir pull out as he and Scabior switched places. Scabior positioned himself at her entrance as Fenrir at her mouth. Without asking, Scabior slipped inside her just as Fenrir slipped inside her mouth. They gently thrusted inside her at first before slowly adding speed to their thrusting. Hermione moaned as she felt herself ready to cum again. She moaned just as she felt herself cum again. Scabior thrusted a few more times till he came inside her just as Fenrir released his load in her mouth. 

Hermione swallowed his load while Fenrir removed his shaft from her mouth just as Scabior removed his shaft from her. She collapse onto her stomach as she panted, feeling her body exhausted. She felt Scabior laying down behind her as he began to pull her onto her side as he spoon against her backside. Fenrir moved to her other side as he pulled both of them close to him. Once they were all settled down, Hermione shut her eyes as she allowed herself to sleep in their arms.