It Happened

"Checkmate," Albus said as he moved his piece, having it slice through Hope's with a wretched clatter.

Hope groaned and fell to the side, landing on the pillows strewn on his office floor. "Why can't you just let me win. Once."

Chuckling, he shook his head, resetting the board. "That would teach you nothing."

With a roll of her eyes. "That would teach you nothing." She said in a feigned deep voice.

"Are-" Albus started, sitting back on his hands, watching her with a smirk and a raised brow, "are you mimicking me?"

"No." She retorted just as quickly.

Newt chimed in then from his place on one of the chairs where he was reading a book. "I think she is."

"Whose side are you on?" Hope snapped her eyes at him to see him smiling at his text. "You know what, Hufflepuff? You're not as innocent as you make yourself to be." She pointed a finger at him.

After their walk back to Hogwarts, the snow had really picked up. It turns out Hope had been right; a massive ice storm blew in from the North and was creating blizzard conditions. As soon as they'd returned, they'd dressed in warmer clothing and started a fire in the hearth. The only light source lit the room in a comforting glow.

"I think," Albus set the game board aside and took hold of her ankles, pulling her to him with an unexpected jolt that made her squeal with laughter, "that you are starting to get that attitude of yours back."

She laid her head back on the pillows and watched the paintings vacate the office. Rightfully so, if she was right in what she imagined would happen next. Her calves rested on his hips from where he'd pulled her.

Hope scoffed, "Back? Uhm, my attitude never left."

"Is that right?" He asked, stroking her knee with his thumb.

Glancing over at Newt and smirked, seeing he was watching them intently.

"Newt will rescue me, won't you, Newt."

That earned a crooked smile from him as he slowly shook his head. "Don't count on it."

Hope's grin dropped as Albus turned her over, forcing her to lie on her stomach. He touched the tip of his wand to her wrists and murmured. "Incarcerous." At that moment, the rope began wrapping tightly around her wrists, binding them together tightly but not enough to cut off circulation.

Gasping, she wiggled her fingers and looked over at Newt, who had a hungry, glazed-over sheen to his eyes. His book must be long forgotten in his mind, though he still kept it open on his lap.

Albus lifted her hips and placed not one, not two, but three pillows under her pelvis. Creating a forty-five-degree angle with her body. "Now then, which lesson shall I teach? Do not mimic your superior, or don't be a sore loser?"

"You are not my superior."

He lifted the hem of her bed dress and bunched it under her arms to keep the fabric out of the way. "So we'll add insubordination to that list as well, then?"

"Hope," Newt bit his lip with a smile, "you are just digging yourself a deeper hole."

"Well, why don't you grab a shovel, Newt, and dig me out."

Newt nodded with a grin. "How many shovels do you have, exactly?"

"Oh, I think just the two." She lifted her two middle fingers at him, but two swats came down hard a moment later. One on each cheek. Hope gasped and quickly looked over her shoulder at Albus, who smiled at her, a glint in his eyes.

"We will also add inappropriate hand gestures to the list."

Hope looked over at Newt, who was grinning now.

"Ya know what, Newt?" Hope asked. "I purchased something through an Owl just the other day, and I cannot wait until it gets here because I'm going to use it on you first."

Newt's smile dropped, his eyes widening a little. Hope would have smirked if not for another three swats that landed on the back of her thighs.

Albus ran his hand against the sensitive area, making her moan. Another ten, fifteen altogether, and Hope was squirming on the pillows. Just as she was beginning to think she couldn't take anymore, his middle finger pushed into her.

Eyes rolling back, she lost her breath momentarily as he began slow, steady pumps of his finger. Her fingers and toes clenched as he added a second finger.

"Newt," Albus' voice came, "our discussion from earlier can come into play now. Take her mouth."

Blinking her eyes, Hope watched Newt slowly close his book. She could hear his heart pounding even louder over the sound of her own racing pulse. She observed him walking, fingers fidgeting with his bed pants.

Hope vaguely heard the sound of a zipper behind her, most of her focus on Newt. For the first time since being aware of their shared relationship, he was letting himself be seen. Hope felt Albus' stiff shaft on top of the small of her back and realized Newt wasn't watching her.

Newt's eyes were on Albus.

More importantly- his gaze was on Albus' cock.

Hope raised her brows, realizing while she might be in the middle of this like a little rotisserie chicken, this was not about her.

Watching Newt pull his pants down, his erection sprang free, his tip grazing her lips.

"You know, you could just cut out the middle man…woman and fuck each other instead."

That earned her a sharp slap to her rear. Hope gasped. She could hear the smile in Albus' voice as he spoke.

"Newt and I better understand each other, but this is still about your attitude." He pinched the back of her thigh, making her yelp. "And you are going to be a good girl and take our cocks at the same time. You also will signal if you need to stop. Three taps to Newt's leg, understood?"

Hope shuddered as she felt Albus slide his tip up and down between her soaked crease. "Yes, sir." She murmured before inhaling Newt's head with a low moan. Just as she relaxed her jaw to let him in further, Albus pushed himself into her with a quick thrust.

Whining in her throat, she let herself become completely obedient.

To both of them.

It took a moment, but after Newt and Albus got into a rhythm, Hope's moans increased. She let her head be supported by Newt as he pumped into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat at the same time as Albus stroked against her g-spot.

Hope felt so wonderfully full; the two men she trusted most were sharing her body like a meal between lovers.

Listening to their grunts and groans, the wet slap of their cocks re-entering her body at the same time grew into its own symphony of music. Their pants quickened, and Hope opened her eyes to look up at Newt, watching him gaze over her head. She knew without being able to see that they were staring longingly at each other while getting close to their finish lines.

She wondered if they'd get there before she did, but as that thought crossed her mind, Newt's eyes landed on hers again, and his hands reached below. Taking her breasts in his hands, tweaking her nipples with harsh tugs.

Hope whined around his shaft, drool spilling out of the sides of her lips as tears stung her eyes. It seemed they were silently communicating because, at that time, Albus reached under and used three fingers to rub slow but harsh circles against her clit.

The pressure in the background suddenly rose to a storm, and Hope's ship was about to be rocked.

A growl ripped up her throat, sending a quick vibration through Newt's cock. He gasped just as Hope shattered, her dripping pussy clenching around Albus' cock. It pulsated around his length, sending her vision through a tunnel. Suddenly her back felt warm and sticky.

Gasping in a breath, she realized her growl had triggered Newt's orgasm and her orgasm and triggered Albus's. They'd pulled free of her, coming on her back together. Their gasping pants were all she could hear aside from her own racing heart.

When the universe seemed to settle again, she looked up from where her head had found a soft spot on the pillows. Her jaw dropped, and she couldn't help but wonder if she was dreaming. Right next to her on the cushions, Newt and Albus sat on their knees.

Their mouths had finally found each other.

Hope watched as Albus held the back of Newt's head securely. At the same time, Newt was practically melted putty in his hands, gripping his sweater with clenched fingers. It was obvious Albus dominated Newt, and he submitted without question.

The heat of the moment had gotten the better of them, and Hope found herself grinning.

They slowly looked over at her after a very long minute or two of tangling their tongues. Eyes wide and lips swollen.

Hope grinned even wider, her feet kicking the air lightly as if she were simply watching her favorite movie.

"Welcome back," she bit her lip, "as much as I'm enjoying the show, if you wouldn't mind untying me, that would be great."

They both flushed, and Albus chuckled with a nod. "I'm sorry, Hope. You must be terribly uncomfortable." He started untying the binds.

"Oh, not as uncomfortable as you might think." She smirked, looking at Newt, who looked pink all over.

When Hope's hands were free, she sat up but stopped as Albus began wiping her back with a cloth. "I think I'm going to take a shower." She got to her feet with a light sigh, glancing over at them. "You two, do continue."

Newt gave her a look. "Hope…"

"What? Aren't I allowed to be a little excited?" Hope asked, picking up a strawberry from the provided plate and sinking her teeth into it. "I never told you this, but I can sense arousal. I can smell when one of you gets horny, and let me tell you this. You two, by the way," she pointed at them with strawberry still in hand, watching their eyes widen, "are always freaking horny. With that said, I'm very grateful to know I'll no longer be the only one taking Albus' punishments anymore." She took another strawberry off the plate.

Newt narrowed his eyes with a smile. "Not that I agree with you in any way, but I believe you're the only one warranted for punishments. Given your track record."

"Ah," Hope pointed at him. "Five points from Hufflepuff." She took another strawberry before disappearing to the bathroom.

Smiling as she turned the hot water on, Hope listened to their laughter.

That, their happiness, was music to her ears.