Hermione startles at the feeling of another mouth on her, and Theo has joined in, kissing a trail gently down her spine. His tongue flits against her skin, and she’s swept away by the feeling on two mouths on her, taking their time, worshipping, pausing wherever they want to pay particular attention to. Zabini stops to weigh a breast in each hand, flicking his thumb over her nipples, at the exact moment Nott nips a spot on her lower back with his teeth. Air hisses through her teeth, and she sinks a little, ignoring the burn of the rope holding her up.