Tarnished

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Rating: Explicit
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Categories: F/M, M/M, Multi
Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy/Theodore Nott, Hermione
Granger/Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger/Theodore Nott, Draco
Malfoy/Theodore Nott
Characters: Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, Theodore Nott, Ginny Weasley,
Neville Longbottom, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Minerva McGonagall,
Bill Weasley
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Explicit Language, Smut, Gratuitous Smut, Internalized Homophobia,
Fluff and Angst, Happy Ending, plot if you squint, Plot What Plot/Porn
Without Plot, Pining Draco Malfoy, Confused Theodore Nott, Virgin
Hermione Granger, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Threesome - F/M/M, Bisexual
Draco Malfoy, Bisexual Theodore Nott, Top Theodore Nott, Switch
Draco Malfoy, Light Dom/sub, Sub Hermione Granger, Shared Dorm
Room, Masturbation, Mutual Masturbation, Snowballing, Locker Room
Sex, everyone is horny, PTSD, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, trauma healing,
Draco Malfoy Needs a Hug, Theodore Nott Needs a Hug, Ron Weasley
Bashing, Supportive Ginny Weasley, Cock Piercing, Anal Plug, sex
positivity, POV Multiple, POV Theodore Nott, POV Draco Malfoy,
POV Hermione Granger, Praise Kink, Library Sex, Hogwarts Prefects'
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 Tarnished
by westxnorthwest

Summary

Everyone needs something to help them move on from the past. It’s even better when they
find it in unexpected places.

”How is she, Draco?” Theo growled, stalking into the room and meeting Hermione’s eyes.

“Fucking incredible,” Draco groaned.

“Let me have a taste.”

 // Theo
Chapter Notes

A/N: listen. We’re here for the smut. If that’s not your thing, this won’t be the story for
you. If it is your thing, well, enjoy.

Updates weekly, or so, because I am a glutton for punishment and love having multiple
WIPs. Tags will be updated as things…develop.

The music in the pub was blaring. It was some sort of open mic night, a particularly
interesting Muggle trend. It started out with a pretty girl in a short skirt singing some sad
songs while she played piano. While Theo would have much preferred to see her standing
front and center, if only to get a better glimpse at her long, brown legs, he still found her
music enjoyable.

From there, a duo on guitars sang off key and dedicated songs to random women in the bar. It
was like a mating ritual, and if the whoops and hollers from the audience were any indication,
it might have been successful.

Now, however, as the night crept on later and the sun had set, the music adapted to the
changing atmosphere. A full rock band was playing, their music amplified through speakers,
lyrics to the songs unintelligible as the singer growled them into the microphone. Despite him
spending his summer in various Muggle pubs, he never quite got used to some of their music.

“Another pint?” The bartender yelled over the noise. She was also very pretty, long red hair
pulled into a braid that fell over her shoulder. The tank top she wore was tight too, giving
Theo a delicious view of her cleavage.

“Please,” he shot her a grin, one that he knew had been successful in getting women to fall
into his bed—or more accurately, into a dirty pub bathroom or dark back alley. It wasn’t like
he could bring them home to his, or to Draco’s, which is where he’d been living since the war
ended.

Nott Manor could rot, for all he cared. Let the wood and silver fixtures and ostentatious
antique furniture collapse into the soil as it got destroyed by the Dark magic. Taking any
residual traces of him with it.

“I haven’t seen you in here before,” the bartender flashed him a smile of her own, the silver
glint of a barbell in her tongue making an appearance. Gods, he loved tongue rings. Another
thing he’d grown to appreciate about Muggle women. They seemed to have an affinity for
piercings, at least the ones he’d encountered. Tongues, lips, navels, nipples, he wasn’t picky.
Theo had even fucked one who had a small little hoop right above her clit—an arrow
practically screaming “lick me here”. He did, and the noises she made when she came were
fucking delicious.

Little peeks of silver embedded in soft, pink flesh had become the highlight of his summer.

“I’m not from around here,” he said. That much was true. They were somewhere in
Wolverhampton, with no intentions other than to drink their faces off and stumble to the inn
Draco had procured them a room at. Another stop in their summer tour of fucking, drinking,
and forgetting.

Their eighth year at Hogwarts was starting in just over a week, so their debauchery would be
coming to an end soon. It felt strange, going back to school after the war, but Draco was
required as part of his bid to keep him out of prison, and Theo had no other prospects. While
he never took the Mark, was never a Death Eater, his father was, and Nott Senior had sullied
the name enough that Hogwarts was the only place that would take him so quickly after
Voldemort’s demise.

“Staying around here then?” The bartender asked. The band’s set was ending and the noise in
the pub dropped from head-pounding to ambient.

“Just up the road, my friend and I are here for the night. What time are you off work?” Theo
asked presumptively. The way she batted her eyelashes at him and leaned forward on the bar,
inviting him to steal a glance down her shirt told him he wasn’t far off the mark.

“Half two,” she said, flashing that damned tongue ring again. He wanted to know what it felt
like on the underside of his cock.

“If we’re still around, maybe you can show me what Wolverhampton has to offer.” His grin
widened and he shot her a wink.

“In the middle of the night? Not sure what sights you expect to see,” she replied, her voice
coming in a little breathier.

“I wasn’t talking about the scenery, love, unless we’re referring to the view right in front of
me. I’m Theo,” he held out a hand. It was a corny and obvious line, but she took the bait,
extending her own hand and slipping her fingers into Theo’s palm.

“Chloe,” she beamed as he ran his thumb over her knuckles before bringing her fist to his
mouth and placing a gentle kiss on it.

“Chloe,” Theo repeated. “Pleasure.” She flushed a pretty deep pink color at his words.
“Maybe I’ll see you around half two. I’ve got to go find my mate, make sure he hasn’t
wandered off into some dark alley.” Theo downed his pint and placed a few bills on the
counter before searching the pub for Draco.

When he didn’t immediately spot his beacon of white-blond hair, he did a lap, eying the dark
corners with other couples chatting or snogging, but none were his friend. He decided to try
the bathroom next, seeing as if he picked up someone, that would be his preferred location.
Three months ago, they would have laughed in disgust if someone suggested fooling around
in the loo. But the first time a gorgeous, leggy brunette pulled Theo into one in London and
shoved his hand up her skirt, he quickly discarded the thought. It was quick, convenient, and
cleansing spells weren’t that difficult after the fact.

Theo located the door for the men’s loo and found it unlocked. If Draco was in there, clearly
he wasn’t concerned with being caught.

“Shit, shit, fuck, your mouth,” a man’s voice panted when Theo opened the door. “Oh fuck!”
He cried when he spotted Theo.

Draco was on his knees, fisting the man’s cock which was glistening wet with presumably
Draco’s saliva. He turned to look at Theo and gave him a small shrug and a smirk, not the
least bit embarrassed to be caught in such a position.

“You gonna stay and watch me finish the job, then?” Draco drawled and Theo couldn’t help
but watch his friend lazily pump the cock in his hand. The recipient, however, seemed rather
put out by the intrusion.

“No, fuck that, get the fuck out. I was close, too.”

Theo needn’t be told twice, the door slamming shut behind him. Heat crept up his neck and
his face, trying to figure out what the fuck he’d just walked in on and forget he ever saw it
simultaneously.

He left the bar, ignoring Chloe’s half-hearted protest when he passed her, and leaned against
the cool brick exterior. He lit a cigarette and took a slow drag before blowing out the smoke
in a steady stream. What the fuck was that? Draco had to have known that Theo would come
looking for him at some point, and he was if anything, annoyingly meticulous.

Leaving the door unlocked so he could suck-off some bloke seemed rather unlike him, unless
he wanted to or had anticipated getting caught. More to the point, since when was Draco
attracted to men? And why was Theo so bothered by it all?

The friend in question joined him just as Theo was lighting his second cigarette, holding out
his hand for the pack of smokes.

“I washed my hands, don’t worry,” Draco said nonchalantly. He lit his cigarette with a silver
lighter and assumed a position similar to Theo’s. “Sorry about that.”

“Are you?” Theo spat, still unsure why he was having such a negative reaction to the entire
thing. “Honestly, mate, lock the fucking door.”

Draco simply shrugged. “Heat of the moment.” His hair was disheveled, and bits of his fringe
were plastered to his forehead with sweat. The top two buttons on his oxford shirt were
undone, and his lips were swollen and red.

“Since when is that a thing?” Theo asked, trying to keep the derision out of his voice.
“Tonight, I suppose. Maybe sooner, but that was the first time I’ve actually done anything
with another man. You’re telling me you haven’t been curious?”

“Sure, about two women at once or tying someone up a bit, but about cocks? No,” Theo said
defensively. “Absolutely not.”

Draco shrugged again, shooting Theo a lazy smirk around the cigarette tucked into his mouth.
Why couldn’t he stop staring at Draco’s fucking mouth?

“Suit yourself. Can’t say I didn’t like it, though.” Draco dragged his thumb along his lower
lip and if Theo didn’t know any better, he would think it was suggestive. Entirely too
suggestive.

“Let’s just go back to the inn, I’m fucking wrecked,” Theo grumbled, crushing his cigarette
under the heel of his shoe.

They walked back in silence, and when they pushed into the room, Draco spun on him and
leveled him with a hard glare.

“What’s got you all twisted up? You have a problem with me sucking a man’s cock?”

“No,” Theo huffed, opening his bag and pulling out a bottle of Ogden’s. He tore the cork out
with his teeth and took a long swallow. “Fuck who you want, it’s no concern of mine.”

“Funny,” Draco said, taking a more serious tone as he pulled the bottle from Theo. “It seems
you are rather concerned. I didn’t strike you as homophobic, Nott.”

“I’m not—” he insisted, before examining where these thoughts were coming from. My
father, he thought. He did this. He told you it was wrong; it was an abomination. Theo shook
his head as if he could chase the ghost of his father’s voice from his head.

“I’m sorry,” Theo said dejectedly, sinking onto one of the beds and gesturing for Draco to
pass the bottle back. “That’s not fair of me. I don’t have a problem if you like men or women
or both. Is it both?”

“I do still love a pair of tits in my mouth and my cock buried in a tight cunt,” Draco said with
a laugh. “I know you didn’t mean poorly by it, mate. And maybe I did leave the door
unlocked in hopes you’d find me.” He held his hands up in supplication.

“You’re an arse,” Theo laughed. “Why the fuck would you do that?”

Draco lifted one shoulder and plopped down next to Theo, taking the bottle back. “Bit easier
than outright saying ‘hey I sucked a stranger off in the loo, and I didn’t hate it’.”

“Fair enough, can’t say I would have reacted better or worse. It’s a bit of shock. But, to each
their own.”

“Fair enough,” Draco he echoed Theo’s sentiment. “You’re not going to be weird around me
now, are you?” His expression belayed his concern, even if his tone didn’t.
Theo shook his head. Once he’d calmed down a bit more and was able to discern between
what he thought and felt, and what his father had tried to ingrain in him, he truly didn’t have
a problem with Draco being bisexual, or however he considered himself. “No, we’re good.”

“Good,” Draco sighed in relief. “I can’t lose you, Theo.”

The feeling was mutual.

Theo awoke the next morning and stepped into the shower, as they needed to head back to
Wiltshire today and prepare for school starting soon. Before he realized what he was doing,
he was fisting his own cock, hand pressed against the cool tiles and head tipped down.

Instead of his usual montage of beautiful women, both real partners past and those imagined,
his mind replayed the brief image of Draco on his knees, filling in the gaps for him and
creating a detailed fantasy. His orgasm barreled through him before he could think of
anything different and as spurts of white, hot cum painted the shower wall, his panic and
complicated mixture of emotions flooded through him.

Because at the forefront was jealousy, only Theo wasn’t sure if he was jealous of Draco or
the man his best friend had gotten on his knees for.
 // Draco
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes

Standing on Platform 9 and ¾ was odd, now that he was eighteen and technically should have
been done with school by now. All of the children seemed smaller, with mothers and fathers
fretting over them to make sure they have their books and cauldrons and trunks and wands.

There weren’t many eighth years returning, that much he knew. Less than half their class. The
option was offered for students who felt they did not receive an adequate education the year
prior. Draco was not given an option; he was to complete an additional year at Hogwarts in
an effort to rehabilitate him. He’s gotten a slap on the wrist, all things considered. Potter, of
all people, vouched fervently for him during the trials at the start of the summer.

“He was just a boy,” he’d said. Funny, because that was the argument Potter used when he
was just a boy himself, a few months younger than Draco. Interesting how age was only a
factor when it came to whether or not he was guilty of war crimes or simply shoved into
being a Death Eater due to his parents’ involvement with the Dark Lord, but not when it
came to accepting the gospel of a war hero.

Not that Draco was complaining, just enjoying the irony. He’d do just about anything to keep
himself out of prison, and he would be forever grateful for Potter’s words, even if he still
found him unbearable, rather fortunate, and a bit overrated.

“Ready?” Theo asked, adjusting his necktie.

Draco sighed and slid his hands into the pockets of his trousers. “As I’ll ever be,” he said,
still watching the students on the platform. His eyes landed on a mass of brown hair that
deserved its own gravitational pull. Granger.

It was no surprise that she’d be here, the only student besides himself and Theo there without
parents to drop them off. And, of course, given the opportunity, Granger would have jumped
at the chance to finish her eighth year. She wasn’t even in school last year, although the
accounts of what she was actually doing were varied. To further no great shock, she was
surrounded by a hoard of red-headed weasels and Potter. The youngest one of the brood,
Ginevra, was a seventh year he recalled.

“Let’s go before we’re stuck sharing a train compartment with bloody first years,” Theo said,
tugging on his arm.

They climbed aboard the train and found a solitary compartment in the back not filled with
other students. Stowing their trunks, they took opposite sides of the compartment. Theo
leaned against the window with his legs extended along the cushioned seat. He cracked the
window, locked the door, drew the shutters, and lit a cigarette all with a few waves of his
wand.
“At least cast an air purification spell if you’re going to smoke,” Draco cheeked, casting the
spell himself before the smell of his cigarette permeated through the rest of the train. They
had both picked up the habit of smoking Muggle tobacco over their summer of debauchery,
but Theo was much more prone to addictive vices than he was.

“What’s the worst they could do to me?” Theo winked as he lit the cigarette with his wand.

It was only mildly infuriating, when he’d throw him a look like that. He’d watched his friend
use the same tactics, intentional or otherwise, when he was trying to charm a woman. Draco
couldn’t deny that he thought Theo was fit, with his devil may care attitude and his dark
expression, and the way he’d filled out quite a bit over the years.

He’d nursed a mild crush on him since last year, which, to no great coincidence, was when he
also discovered he liked boys as much as girls. It was purely by accident, stumbling into their
dorm room while Theo was in the middle of getting dressed. Like a Bludger to the chest, he
realized his tall, lanky friend had grown into his frame, making his mouth go dry. Gone were
the sinewy muscles, replaced with definition and some proper build—not too much, but
enough. It was jarring, seeing someone he’d known since they were in nappies in an entirely
different light.

Draco immediately sought out Pansy after Theo’s sarcastic remark about paying him if he
was going to give Draco a show. He fucked Pansy hard and fast in an empty classroom,
paying extra attention to her tits and her ass and her feminine curves, just to make sure he
was still attracted to women.

He was, only from then on, there was also Theo.

Those thoughts always nudged in the back of his mind, but he convinced himself it was just
misplaced affection for someone he always considered a safe place for him. Draco didn’t
have many of those, especially towards the end of the war. Surely, he wasn’t attracted to men
per se, there was just a level of closeness between the two of them.

Once the summer started, Draco had a harder time convincing himself that he wasn’t
attracted to Theo. They spent most nights out together, once Draco’s trial had ended. The
Manor held too many bad memories, so while that was their technical residence, they
traveled across England, experiencing the Muggle world.

It was one of the few places Draco could still go without being recognized and sneered or
cursed at. Pubs became their playgrounds, and every time Theo flashed his green eyes at a
woman or ran a hand through his brown curls just so, it tugged at something in Draco’s belly.

It wasn’t jealousy, as Draco was well sated and satisfied with his own roster of women, but it
was something. On their last night out, Draco had been fed up with his infatuation with the
man and made a bold advance on a stranger in the pub. A very male, broad-shouldered,
brown-haired stranger. A coincidence, that he bore somewhat of a resemblance to Theo.

He’d told Theo he didn’t hate it, the act of being on his knees, and really, he didn’t. The man
was attractive, and kissing a bloke was wildly different than kissing a woman. It was
exciting, it was new, and Draco’s cock got hard just as quickly as it did the first time he’d felt
a pair of tits in his hands when he was fourteen.

But there was a small part of him, born of alcohol fueled confidence, that hoped when Theo
caught him in the bathroom, he’d offer to take the stranger’s place.

Instead, he was furious. Only at first, until they talked it out. He felt bad for exposing his
sexual preference to Theo like that, for fear of making him uncomfortable, but he was still
Draco’s best friend and hadn’t treated him a lick differently since.

“You know you didn’t have to come back with me this year,” Draco said, reaching a hand out
for a drag of Theo’s cigarette.

“Like I’d let you have all the fun,” Theo said with a mock excited expression as the train
whistle blew and began pulling from the station. Draco had worried, briefly, after the incident
in Wolverhampton, that Theo would say sod his eighth year altogether and leave Draco alone.
Well, not wholly alone, as he was aware their particular class came in at around fifteen or so
students, but they were the only two Slytherins returning.

Blaise had opted to take over managing his family’s estate and numerous ventures, in both
Italy and in the UK, at the behest of his mother. Pansy was content to never set foot inside the
castle grounds again, having gone through extensive work with a Mind Healer to work
through her own trauma and experience during the final battle, and well, Greg Goyle was
never much for school anyways. Daph had accepted a marriage proposal from some French
Canadian fellow.

The idea of being the lone snake in a cage with so many of his classmates who likely wished
for his death or imprisonment made him extremely uncomfortable.

“Well, you know I appreciate it,” he said cautiously. It was rare when they had honest, candid
conversation. Draco wasn’t one much for waxing poetic over his feelings, but his bond with
Theo was strong enough that just the simple sentence could relay what he meant.

That he’d be lost without him, in so many senses of the word.

“For better or worse, Draco, we’re in this.”

They had donned their uniforms as the Hogwarts Express pulled into the station, the sky fully
dark and the familiar sense of childlike wonder floating through the air.

Even at eighteen, having fought in a war inside those very castle walls, Draco could admit the
heady sense of comforting nostalgia that came with seeing Hogwarts lit up from the distance.
There were innumerable memories associated with the castle, many of them great, but some
of the strongest ones being highly unpleasant. Maybe this year would help change that for
him.
Draco and Theo ambled out of their compartment, properly sated enough on sweets from the
trolley, having indulged like first years spending all their pocket money on one lot, and
waited for the line of people in the corridor to dissipate. He did his best to ignore the looks he
received from students.

Some were fearful, the younger ones who unfortunately had been on the opposite end of the
Carrows’ directive to practice the Cruciatus curse on students last year. Others, sneers and
looks of disgust. Those accompanied the whispers.

“He doesn’t deserve to be here.”

“He should be in Azkaban along with his father.”

“My brother died at the hands of your kind, filthy Death Eater.”

Awfully bold of them, to openly deride Draco, a confirmed Death Eater, but there was naught
he could do. Discomfort settled in his belly with the pumpkin pasties and chocolate frogs and
a cold sweat broke out on his forehead. He wanted to leave, he wanted a drink, to lose
himself in some shoddy pub where no one knew his name and he could forget, too, that he
was Draco Malfoy.

“Ignore them,” Theo said in a calming voice, reaching out a hand to grip Draco’s shoulder.
The action grounded him and he breathed into it, feeling himself relax under Theo’s words
and his touch.

“They’re right though, who am I to walk these halls?” Draco whispered as they moved
slowly down the corridor.

“Draco,” Theo sighed. “Mate, I know it’s not ideal, but you don’t have a choice. And it’s
better than Azkaban at least.”

“At least I’d have known what to expect there. Poor form on my part to have any
expectations of a warm welcome.”

Theo nudged him as they stepped off the train and onto the platform. They made their way to
the carriages as he sighed, shaking his head. “We’ll get through it, together.”

Together.

There was a solitary carriage left by the time they made their way up, and he was grateful that
it was unoccupied as they slid in, the Thestrals nickering and huffing into the slightly chilly
September air. He’d forgotten how fickle the weather in Scotland was, as if he hadn’t spent
the better part of seven years in the country.

“Wait!” A voice called and Draco heard heavy footsteps pounding the cobblestone path
coming towards their carriage.

An out of breath Granger appeared at the entrance to their carriage, panting and clutching a
stitch in her side. “Merlin, you’d think I’d have managed to stay in better shape,” she said
mostly to herself as she blew a wild lock of hair from her face, only to have to fall right back
in place.

“I was worried I missed the last carriage,” she said climbing in. “Oh—” a pause.

“Hello Malfoy, Nott. Er, well, I suppose it’ll do.” Granger shrugged and settled on the seat
next to Theo, but still maintaining as much distance as possible between both of the wizards
as if she was worried she might catch something contagious.

Part of Draco wanted to sneer, make a comment about how she could try to hide her disgust,
although her expression belayed wariness more than anything, but the rational part of Draco’s
mind knew it was deserved. That Granger should want nothing to do with them, with him
specifically.

“Good summer then, Granger?” Theo asked, raking a hand through his thick curls. He looked
unaffected, if not amused, by their interloper.

“It was alright,” she said slowly, fidgeting with the hem of her jumper, pulling on a loose
thread. “Busy. Looking forward to the new term.” Granger sounded tired, she looked tired.
Draco imagined her summer was rife with celebrations and revelry and interview requests
and job offers, because who wouldn’t want a piece of the Golden Girl?

“So busy that you were late to the carriages,” Theo laughed a light sound, and Granger made
a small noise in response, a faint smile playing at her lips.

“A first year got separated from the group and was crying, I had to help her get to the boats
before Hagrid left.” She shrugged, as if that were totally normal. In her world, it probably
was. Granger probably spent whatever free time she had helping all sorts of down trodden
people and creatures.

“Ever the Gryffindor.”

Those were the final words that passed between the two of them, as Draco remained silent,
eyes darting between them while the carriage made its way up towards the castle.

As they approached the entrance hall, the newly instated Headmistress McGonagall stood by,
nodding perfunctorily at students as they entered.

“Eighth year students, please follow Professor Flitwick before joining your classmates in the
Great Hall,” she said in a projected voice.

Draco’s brow furrowed as he, Theo, Granger, and others made their way through the sea of
students towards the diminutive Charms professor who was standing near a door by the stairs
that would lead them to the Great Hall.

Once they were inside the small antechamber, McGonagall swept into the room and
addressed the students within.

“Good evening, and welcome to your final year at Hogwarts. Before the sorting begins, I
have important information in regards to your house statuses this year.”
 Oh Salazar’s arse, were they going to be re-sorted as well? At least there wasn’t a chance
he’d be considered for anything other than Slytherin.

“As eighth year students are not the norm with exception of those who fail to complete their
NEWT examinations, you are an exceedingly exceptional group. That being said, we at
Hogwarts have decided to take a different approach in terms to your housing.”

Re-sorting, he had called it.

“The fifteen of you will no longer have any house designation, for the duration of the year.”

Chapter End Notes

oh & when i said weekly updates, i meant after a little dump of the chapters I’ve had
written already.

<3
 // Hermione
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes

“You will be living in a separate dorm on the fourth floor, fitted to accommodate each of you
with boys and girls sleeping quarters, and a common area. While having no house affiliation
means you will not add nor subtract any house points in regards to the House Cup, you will
be held to a higher standard in terms of behavior and decorum.”

Hermione’s ears were ringing. No house? That was…preposterous. For a moment, she feared
Professor McGonagall would tell them they were being re-sorted which was just as
ridiculous. The reality of it was, she didn’t want her status as a Gryffindor to be threatened.

She knew, once she’d graduated from the hallowed halls of Hogwarts, house status and
whether one was a lion or a snake mattered not. It wasn’t as if Hermione had intended on
riding her entire identity on the insignia on her robes, but there was a warm comfort and
familiarity about the red and gold fixtures around her four-poster, being with like-minded
friends and classmates. She was a proud Gryffindor, and she wanted to hold on to that for as
long as she was able.

No house, well, that was an idea worse than if she’d been thrust into Slytherin. She might
have come to terms with being re-sorted into Ravenclaw, even Hufflepuff, should the hat
decide, but no house at all felt like floating in the sea without an anchor.

“What about Quidditch?” Anthony Goldstein, a Ravenclaw, no former Ravenclaw, said over
the murmurs and grumbles from the other students.

“You will still be permitted to try out for any Quidditch team you wish, given that you are in
good academic and behavioral standing. It is the captain’s discretion as to whether or not they
allow you on the team. Furthermore, you’re permitted to sit at any house table you wish
during meals as the same expectations for proper decorum within the Great Hall still apply,”
Professor McGonagall said, which seemed to appease both Goldstein and a few others.

She caught Theodore Nott nudging Malfoy in the ribs with an encouraging grin. There would
be no extra points for guessing which house team he’d be trying out for.

“Finally, the Head Boy and Head Girl for the term have been selected. Everyone has been
carefully considered, both seventh and eighth year students. Both of them are standing in this
room.”

Quiet murmurs filled the antechamber as a few of the students eyed Hermione and Neville,
who had been standing next to her, gave her an encouraging nudge. She didn’t have any
expectations of being Head Girl, however, it seemed the consensus of her peers was that she
was a shoe-in.
“Hermione Granger has been selected as Head Girl,” Professor McGonagall said with a
proud look towards Hermione. Neville clapped her on the shoulder and there was a collective
din of ‘well done’ and ‘I knew it’ from the others. She caught Malfoy rolling his eyes and
mouthing ‘no shit,’ to Nott who just snickered behind his fist.

Of all the Slytherins to return this year, it had to have been those two.

“And, your Head Boy has been chosen as Theodore Nott.”

Nott froze from where he was chatting quietly with Malfoy, looking equal parts shocked and
horrified by the announcement. It truly was a surprise. Hermione had expected someone like
Ernie Macmillan who had been a Prefect during fifth year, or even Neville or Michael Corner
to be chosen. Nott wasn’t even a Prefect for Slytherin back then, although he was probably a
better fit than Malfoy had been when he had worn the Prefect badge.

“Miss Granger and Mister Nott, a word before you enter the Great Hall? The rest of you are
dismissed.”

The other students filed out, Neville and Dean both giving her pained smiles as they followed
their other now-former Gryffindor classmates, Parvati and Lavender, out of the chamber.

Malfoy sighed heavily and looked resignedly at the ground as he left, not another student
acknowledging him or walking with him, and his only other serpent was staying behind.

“I trust you both know both what an honor and privilege it is to wear the Head Student badge
is?” the Headmistress said once they were alone in the room. She extended her hand and had
two shiny badges in her palm, one with ‘HG’ and the other ‘HB’.

Hermione grabbed hers and quickly affixed it to the front of her robes, which she had just
realized had been stripped of the Gryffindor insignia and replaced with a standard Hogwarts
crest. Nott’s looked the same, and their ties were also plain black.

“In addition to being Head Boy and Girl, you both have a private dormitory adjacent to the
Eight Years’ common room and dorms. You will have a private, albeit smaller, common area
and bath as well as your own individual sleeping quarters. I trust this will not be a problem?”

Hermione could see herself getting used to that. While she’d been expecting, hoping really,
for some version of the girls’ dormitory where she’d be able to share a space with Ginny as
well as Parvati and Lavender, when she learned there were no houses for the eighth year
students, she was a little miffed that she’d be away from Ginny.

A private room would save her the eventual awkwardness and catty behavior from Parvati
and Lavender, even if the other eighth year girls weren’t borderline insufferable.

“That’s not a problem, Headmistress,” Hermione said with a nod. “Thank you for this
opportunity, Headmistress.”

“Mister Nott? Any concerns?”

Nott seemed to be frozen in place, staring at the badge still in Professor McGonagall’s
outstretched hand.

“I’m sorry, but why me?” He blurted. When the headmistress arched a brow sternly, he
continued. “Not to say I’m ungrateful, ma’am, at all. I just, well, why me?” He repeated,
seemingly unable to articulate his confusion.

“Not only have you consistently performed at the highest academic standards, second to Miss
Granger, but you also have an extraordinarily clean disciplinary record. And, if I may be
frank, this year is about rebuilding, in more ways than one. It is our show of faith and our
assurance that former house affiliations, or other affiliations do not define our intrinsic
values. You were never excluded from consideration, in fact the decision for your name as
Head Boy was unanimous.”

“I’m a poster child, then. Showing the world that even associates of Death Eaters get a
second chance in this post-war world?”

Hermione gasped at his candor and expected a chastise from her former Head of House.
Instead, Professor McGonagall just looked at Nott with a sad smile.

“I’m not fond of the phrasing, Mister Nott. Your desire to return to Hogwarts for your eighth
year despite the events that transpired last year showed a great deal of strength and ambition,
a mark of not only the house you were sorted into, but the type of behavior we hope all of our
Head Students employ. Please do not accept this for anything other than face value, your
associations have naught to do with our decision-making process,” McGonagall said with
another firm nod and thrust her hand forward again, encouraging Nott to take the proffered
badge.

“Thank you, Headmistress,” Nott said before pinning the badge to his robes.

“You’re both welcome, please do not make me regret this decision. Bear in mind that close
personal friendships do not preclude your fellow students from the rules.” The comment was
directed at the both of them, knowing that Hermione’s best friend was Ginny and that Nott
and Malfoy seemed exceptionally close.

“Understood, ma’am,” Hermione said with a respectful nod.

She dismissed them and headed towards the Great Hall, the two new Head Students
following behind.

“This should be interesting,” Theo said, losing the slightly more timid façade he had when
speaking to McGonagall. Hermione wondered if it was intentional, a part of his Slytherin
behavior to adapt and shift into different personalities as the situation called for it.

“I suppose,” Hermione said, not entirely sure what to make of it all. She didn’t know Nott
well, and the realization struck her that she’d be sharing a dorm suite with him for the rest of
the year. She only hoped that he hadn’t simply pulled the wool over the teaching staff at
Hogwarts’s eyes and was genuinely suitable for the Head Boy role.
They had made their way to the Great Hall, pushing the doors open. Nott gave her a smirk as
he turned towards the Slytherin table.

“I suppose I’ll be seeing you, sweetheart.” He gave her a wink that was so unbearably
charming, it sent a small flutter of butterflies rampant in her belly. Hermione didn’t even have
it in her to be annoyed at the affectionate term, as if they were more than peers and
classmates.

“Right,” Hermione said, clearing her throat. “See you, Nott.”

“Hermione!” Ginny waved to her as she approached the Gryffindor table. The red-headed
witch frowned when she saw Hermione’s changed robes, lacking the hallmark colors of her
house.

“Hey Gin,” she said as she settled into the empty seat across from her, between Neville and
Parvati.

“So, they’ve filled me in on the news,” Ginny whispered as the Headmistress took her spot at
the dais in front of the staff table.

Hermione nodded, turning her eyes towards the front.

“Head Girl? That’s amazing. Congratulations, although the whole no-house thing seems a
little odd,” Ginny continued in a low tone as Professor McGonagall began her welcome
speech.

“Shh,” Hermione hissed before giving her friend a smile of gratitude for the accolade.

Ginny rolled her eyes. “Gonna dock house points already?” She tossed Hermione a wry grin.

Hermione leveled her with a glare before returning her eyes to the front of the hall as
Professor McGonagall was introducing some staffing changes. Bill Weasley was coming on
as the Defense Against Dark Arts Professor and head of Gryffindor house, a tired-looking
witch named Professor Dagwood would be taking over as Transfiguration Professor.

“You clearly don’t know me at all if you think I’ll play favorites, Gin.”

“What’s the point of my favorite brother being Head of House and my best friend being Head
Girl if I am not reaping any benefits?”

McGonagall kept her speech short, for which Hermione was grateful as Professor
Dumbledore had a tendency to draw things out a bit in his tenure.

“Didn’t know you were such a coattail chaser, Gin,” Neville quipped as he pulled a heaping
of mashed potatoes onto his plate once the food appeared.

“I’m literally dating the Boy Who Lived, of course I’m only with him for his status. Why
would that not apply to my dear friends and family?” Ginny laughed.
Hermione joined in, knowing Ginny was being facetious. Despite Harry’s prominent status,
she knew Ginny had been enamored with him since she was eleven and couldn’t give a fig if
he was a war hero or not.

Dinner was wonderfully familiar, Hermione relishing in the food and the atmosphere of being
back at Hogwarts. It was a bit surreal, being back after the war, feeling more child-like after
doing something so daunting, but it was a comfort, too.

Hogwarts was the only home she had left; when she’d Obliviated her parents before the war,
their house was sold and any traces of the Granger homestead were no longer hers. It had
created an ache in her chest and a disconcerting sense of being a nomad over the summer,
knowing that even with the warm welcome the Weasley’s had always shown her at the
Burrow, she was still just a guest.

At least at Hogwarts, she had a place of her own.

After dinner, once the serving dishes and their plates had vanished, students began bustling
throughout the hall and heading to their dorms.

“Prefects, please assist the first years’ in finding their respective dormitories!” Professor
McGonagall called, her voice amplified over the din of student chatter.

“Duty calls,” Ginny said with a sigh, her shiny Prefect badge glinting in the candlelight.
“First year Gryffindors! This way please!”

Hermione was a bit at a loss, seeing as if she were still a lion, it would be her job to help the
new students find their way. Being without a house meant she didn’t necessarily need to, but
there was a sense that she was robbed of one of the finer points of being a mentor, a leader.

Just like the shy, small young witch who had managed to get separated from the other first
years because she’d lost her kitten in the train car. It was reminiscent of the first time she’d
met Neville, hunting down Trevor, his toad, on their own inaugural journey to Hogwarts.

Hermione took the girl by the hand, a mousy little thing named Delilah, and walked her
towards the boat docks where she was reunited with her fellow new students. It gave her a
sense of pride, warmth in her chest, being a comfort to the young witch.

She remembered, too keenly, what it was like being in a new school, a new space, and in
Hermione’s case, brand new to magic’s existence.

“So do we just…watch?” Nott had sidled up to her at some point as Hermione was watching
the students filter out of the hall.

“I suppose?” She replied lightly.

“I guess we can make sure no one is trying to charm a step on the staircase to disappear or
something,” he drawled with an exaggerated eye roll.

They walked out of the Great Hall and took up positions near the door and watched the sea of
black robed students mill about to their dormitories. It was wholly uneventful.
Once the majority of students had dispersed, Nott jerked his head towards the stairs and
Hermione followed as they headed toward the fourth floor to the new eighth year dorms.

It seemed instead of password protection or a portrait hole, it was a simple door with a panel
near the handle with protective runes. Nott pulled his wand out and waved it over the panel,
the door unlocking and opening inward for them.

“There are similar ones at Nott Manor,” he said offhandedly as they walked inside.

The common room was simple in décor with neutral colors it seemed, befitting of the non-
house status of its inhabitants. There were several gray sofas and armchairs arranged in front
of the fireplace along with complimentary desks and work tables.

There were two short staircases on the right side of the room, one indicating the boys’ dorm,
the other for the girls’. To the left,a slightly longer stair case with a gold plated “Head
Students’ Suite” plaque affixed to it.

“This must be us, then.” Hermione said, heading towards the door. It opened magically at
their approach, and she was impressed at the subtle, convenient bit of magic.

Their suite was similar to the main common room, albeit smaller. The color scheme matched
perfectly, and there was a sofa and two arm chairs and a decently sized work table. Two doors
along one wall, each marked for the two of them, and another which must have led to the
bathroom.

“Cozy,” Nott said perfunctorily, collapsing on the sofa. “Much better than the Slytherin
common room. It was always so musty in the dungeons. It’ll be nice to actually see daylight
from my bed, instead of the damned lake.”

Hermione huffed a small laugh. “I thought Slytherins liked the whole, dark, dungeon-y
thing?” She shifted from foot to foot, not sure why she was feeling slightly nervous about
being alone with Nott.

Maybe it was just because he was really quite attractive, and Hermione had never really
looked at boys like that before. It wasn’t to say she’d never noticed a handsome guy before,
but it had always been a passing thought, not really the core component of what she looked
for.

Dating and the opposite sex had long since been a low priority for her; even her brief kiss
with Ron during the final battle of the war had fizzled back into a friendship between the two
of them.

But when Nott ran a hand through his springy, soft-looking curls and turned his emerald
green eyes on her with a playful smirk, she wondered what she had been missing by not
paying closer attention to her male classmates.

“You may be confusing me with the other dark and broody Slytherin; just because I was
sorted into that house doesn’t mean we’re all bloody vampires like Draco. I enjoy the
sunshine as much as the next normal person.”
“Right,” Hermione said, returning his easy grin with one of her own. “He is rather pale, isn’t
he?”

“Practically translucent,” Nott emphasized. “It’s like he thinks being pasty is a hallmark of
his wealth or some shit, trying to emulate those priceless albino peacocks at the manor.”

A laugh burst from Hermione’s lips, hearing Nott’s opinion on Malfoy’s complexion. He
seemed to fall into conversation easily with her, harboring none of the mild discomfort she
seemed to have.

Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad.

Hermione gave Nott a polite goodnight as she had an early day of classes the next morning.
Taking seven NEWTs wouldn’t be easy by any means, coupled with her duties as Head Girl,
she reminded herself of why she was at Hogwarts.

She pushed open the door to her room to find a bed that was three times as large as her old
four-poster in Gryffindor Tower. The curtains and coverlet to her bed were in the rich, deep
red she was so familiar with, which she thought was a nice touch. Hermione wondered if
Nott’s room had a Slytherin color scheme as well.

Her trunk had been delivered, and sat on the bedspread was her dozing, aging cat.

“Hi, Crooks,” she crooned, scratching the orange half-kneazle behind the ears. He arched into
her touch and meowed softly before hopping off the bed and pawing at the closed door.

She opened it for him, allowing the familiar to explore their new space. Hermione idly
wondered if Theo had a cat allergy, or would have any objections to the occasional mess of
fur that Crookshanks seemed to leave everywhere.

The door was left ajar as she dug her pajamas out of her trunk, resolving to unpacking
properly the following day when she heard a loud yell from the common room.

“Oi, what the fuck is that?”

Hermione rushed into the common room to see Crookshanks sitting in front of the bathroom
door with the fur on the back of his neck sticking up on end as he growled low in his throat at
Nott.

“Crooks! Bad cat, this is Theodore, he lives here too,” she rushed towards her familiar and
scooped him up in her arms. “I’m so sorry, he’s, well, kind of a grump sometimes.”

Hermione looked up at Nott apologetically, only to find him standing in nothing but a fluffy
white towel wrapped around his narrow hips.

“Um,” she said, caught off guard by the mostly-naked man standing before her. He was… fit.
Lean without being scrawny, with honed muscles across his torso and stomach and defined
biceps. She wondered what sort of exercise he did because, holy Circe.
 “You’re drooling there, sweetheart.” Nott ran his thumb across his lower lip with a wry smirk
that told her he knew exactly what she’d been thinking.

She wanted to die, right there. “Sorry,” Hermione flushed with embarrassment before turning
towards her door. “For Crookshanks. He won’t be a bother.”

Nott chuckled as she slammed her door shut and collapsed face first on her bed, groaning into
the pillow.

Gods damn it, Hermione thought when she heard the shower turn on. Stop thinking of him
naked!

She chastised herself and pretended that the idea of Nott in the shower was not making her
ache between her thighs and bitterly crawled into her bed.

It was going to be a horrendously long year.

Chapter End Notes

Did you see the everyone is horny tag? Everyone is horny.

 // Theo

Fucking hell, Granger had gotten hot. That was all Theo could think about when he stepped
into the shower.

Part of him thought he should take a quick, cold one, to quench the heat in his veins, because
having a wank in the shower to the thought of his new roommate was a bit lecherous and not
gentlemanly at all.

Too fucking bad Theo never claimed to be a gentleman.

She blushed so prettily, was adorably flustered when she spotted Theo in his towel in the
common room. To his credit, he wasn’t trying to flaunt his nudity, but he didn’t expect her
fucking cat to make some territorial attempt at reproach.

If it could even be called a cat. It was positively monstrous in size.

But Salazar, the pink on Granger’s cheeks and the way her pouty little mouth dropped open at
the sight of him? Well, Theo practically preened under her appraisal. It was like she’d never
seen a shirtless bloke before.

Oh, fuck, maybe she’s a virgin.

That was a complication he did not prefer; he’d only ever shagged one before, Daphne
Greengrass, and it was messy. She had cried, and Theo felt like a proper cunt for not knowing
how to comfort her. What was it that his bastard of a father had always said about virgins?
Good for one thing only, and that was a marriage proposal, but best to keep a mistress on the
side who knows her way around a cock.

Thinking of Theodore Nott Senior had a staggering effect on Theo’s erection, making his
cock go half-limp.

Until he thought about Granger again. Even if she was a virgin, that didn’t stop him from
picturing what those pink lips would look like wrapped around his cock instead of his fist.
Those eager, swotty, hazel eyes wide as he fucked into her mouth.

Theo gripped his cock at the base, stroking it slowly and squeezing at the tip, imagining that’s
what Granger would do with her mouth if she got on her knees for him. He saw images of her
tongue, hesitantly peeking out at first to lap at his pre-cum. Would she like the taste and want
more?

Would she let him thread his fingers through her hair and hold her still while he fucked the
back of her throat? He imagined someone like Granger would get off on having a bit of her
control taken away. The most tightly wound people tended to crave a little domination, and
Theo had discovered his own proclivity to be a bit dominant during his debauched summer.
His hand flew faster over his cock, the other one slamming against the tiled wall of the
shower as he bit back a moan. Theo didn’t think to cast a silencing spell, and Granger’s room
was closer to the bathroom than his.

“Shit, shit,” he whispered as he fucked his fist. Theo imagined if he told her to touch herself
while she sucked him off, she’d obey beautifully. Maybe a little tentative, at first. Shy. But
then she’d feel how wet she got with his cock in her mouth and moan around him, those
perfect, plush little lips vibrating against his shaft.

He pictured her fingering her cunt, riding her hand while she stroked and lapped at him,
being so desperate to please him. He’d tell her what a good girl she was, how fucking good
she was at taking him in her mouth.

Just as the familiar tingle ripped down his spine and his balls ached with the need for release,
his mind flashed the image of him blowing his load all over Granger’s face and her tits that
looks so firm and so tight through her blouse, marking her.

Theo came with a roar, slamming his fist against the shower wall as his cock throbbed and
pulsed as ropes of cum shot out of it and splattered on the floor and the wall.

“Holy fucking shit,” he panted, not having come that hard from a wank in a long while.

He didn’t even have the capacity to feel guilty as he watched the evidence swirl down the
drain and he lathered up his body with soap. It was horribly lascivious of him to jerk off in
the shower to thoughts of the witch sleeping right next door but the post-orgasm endorphins
were simmering through his body and all he felt was sated.

Theo dressed in clean boxer briefs, forgoing pajamas, as he nestled into the cool, silk emerald
green sheets in his large bed. The Slytherin colors were an appreciated touch. He sighed,
running a hand through his damp curls and closed his eyes.

It was going to be an interesting year, sharing the dorm with Granger, and he wasn’t quiet
sure if he wanted to pursue his little fantasy of her, should she be even interested, or relegate
himself to seeking out other options, were there any in the Eighth Year or Seventh Year class.

Either way, he knew he would get a lot of enjoyment about riling her up as much as possible,
making her blush like he did.

He awoke the next morning to an empty common room. There was still steam lingering from
the shower and the smell of rosemary and mint in the air, a stronger scent than the subtle
notes he’d picked up from Granger the night before.

Curious, as he didn’t hear the shower running as he dressed, even though it was obvious she
had recently showered and rushed out of the dorm. Maybe she’d cast a silencing spell herself.
Theo entertained the idea that it was because she had similar thoughts in the shower that he
had the night prior, although it was just as likely, if not more so, that Granger might have
been a shower singer and was simply being polite.
When Theo descended into the main common room, he found Draco sitting on one of the
gray sofas, twirling his wand between his fingers absentmindedly.

“Good morning,” Theo announced, bounding down the stairs. Draco lifted his head and met
his gaze, a smile ghosting his expression.

“Morning. Re-key the wards to your special room, will you? They wouldn’t let me in,” Draco
said perfunctorily as he stood from the sofa.

Theo frowned, pausing on their way out of the common room. “Did you try to get in last
night? Did something happen?” He asked in a low voice, feeling like a prat for not even
considering how Draco fared in the boys’ dorm last night alone. He was too wrapped up in
his own, horny thoughts.

Draco frowned thoughtfully and shook his head. “No, nothing happened, nothing major
anyways. Longbottom of all people set everyone straight.” They exited the common room
and headed towards the Great Hall for breakfast. “But I tried to get in this morning because
while I don’t mind being treated like I have dragon pox so long as no one hexes me, I’d
rather maintain some dignity and not look pathetic waiting for my pal in the main common
room.”

“Aw,” Theo nudged Draco’s shoulder as they walked the corridors already filled with
students heading the same direction. “Am I your emotional support Slytherin?”

Draco shoved him off towards a tapestry. “Ex-Slytherin, and right now you’re sounding
awfully like a Hufflepuff.”

Theo grinned at Draco, then his smile dropped when he saw the slightly uncomfortable
expression on his friend’s face. It was one he was familiar with, one that Draco donned often
during their sixth and seventh years, more so toward the end of the war and the months
following.

“I’ll have to talk to the Head Girl about re-keying the wards. It probably wouldn’t serve
anyone if you were to show up unexpectedly.” They entered the Great Hall and made their
way toward the Slytherin table, breakfast already underway.

“Ah yes, Granger,” Draco muttered, his line of sight traveling towards the witch herself
chatting animatedly with Weasley, Longbottom, and Thomas. “How is that going, by the
way?”

“Had a wank in the shower last night over her,” Theo said nonchalantly as they chose seats
towards the end of the table.

Draco paused midway to lowering himself on his seat, a grin cracking is morose expression
as he barked out a laugh. “I’m sorry, what?”

Theo shrugged, piling bacon and scrambled eggs onto his plate. “You heard me. Do you want
the play by play or are you going to sit down?” Once the words left his mouth, Theo cringed
internally. They hadn’t spoken about what had occured in Wolverhampton, both of them
inclined to pretend it didn’t happen.

But the images and subsequent conversation and his own confused reaction hadn’t fully left
Theo’s mind, and he wondered if those words sparked anything inside Draco as well as
himself at the mention of him describing his shower activities.

To Theo’s relief, the blond wizard just rolled his eyes and poured himself a goblet of
pumpkin juice. “I’m well aware of how that works, thanks. But Granger? Really, mate.”

“She’s fit, you have to admit that. All grown up. Say what you will about her, but you can’t
deny that.” Theo and Draco had shared a few thoughtful, drunken, deep conversations about
blood-status post-war, but the topic of Granger and her posse of lions tended to rankle him a
bit. It wasn’t because she was a Muggleborn, that much Theo knew, but there was a long
personal history and Draco had a habit of burying his guilt under heavy, thick layers of
misdirected anger.

“I’ll give you that,” Draco said plainly as he spread marmalade on his toast. “Although, I’m
sure she’d hex your bollocks off if she had any idea.”

“Undoubtedly,” Theo said with a wry grin, glancing at the back of Granger’s head from
across the hall. “A witch like that probably knows several ways to make a bloke a eunuch.
Now pass the potatoes, will you?”

Draco handed him the dish while still chewing on his toast. “What’ve you got this morning?”
The subject quickly being changed.

“Nothing,” Theo said, shoving a forkful of eggs into his mouth. “I’ve got Ancient Runes
later, but I have the morning off. You?”

“Herbology.” The words were almost said on a whisper, as if Draco wasn’t keen on people
knowing he was taking NEWT level Herbology. Theo knew that Lucius would be riotous
over the information, always considering the care of magical plants a softer subject. He was
the only one who knew of Draco’s ambition to get a double mastery in both Potions and
Herbology to start his own company someday.

“Defense this afternoon?” Theo asked. They were each taking six NEWTs, five of them being
the same with the exceptions being Herbology for Draco and Ancient Runes for Theo.

“Yeah, and double Potions.”

“Well, at least it seems like we’ll be in most classes together, and if Longbottom has your
back, then it’s unlikely you’ll be caught with a hex between your shoulders.”

Draco rolled his eyes. “Thanks, Theo.”

After breakfast, the two wizards gave a quick goodbye as Theo headed up towards the Prefect
office, figuring he might as well familiarize himself with things as the new Head Boy and
Draco headed out onto the grounds towards the greenhouse.
He came upon two Gryffindor students who looked like they were up to no good, chattering
and laughing whilst sitting in an alcove while others headed towards their classes.

“You two, don’t you have a class to be in?” Theo donned a stern voice; one he didn’t often
use but had heard many times from his father.

“Oh, excuse me Head Boy, we’ll get right on it,” one of them said with an exaggerated eye
roll, causing the other to snicker.

Theo arched a brow and crossed his arms over his chest. “Well? Move along then, or at least
look like you’re doing something productive.”

“Mate, how d’ya think a fucking Death Eater like him got the Head Boy badge? Maybe he
Imperiused McGonagall into giving him the job,” the other one said in a loud whisper, the
two of them ignoring Theo.

He ground his teeth, itching to draw his wand and teach them a lesson. “I’m giving you two
an opportunity to head off, but if you’d like, I can dock points.”

“Get bent, Nott. You know my baby sister was one of the first years the Carrows liked to
practice on last year? Forgive me for not taking commands from scum like you,” the first boy
sneered, rolling his tongue over his teeth angrily.

Theo took a calming breath, understanding their ire. It wasn’t his fault, and yet, he was going
to receive some part of the blame for it. He could only imagine how things would be for
Draco, if this is the treatment Theo was getting as Head Boy, and he never even took the
Dark Mark.

“Look,” he said, trying a different approach and attempting to appeal to them, wizard to
wizard. “I understand I’m not your favorite, that’s fair. But I don’t know you, nor your sister.
I didn’t even participate in the bullshit the Carrow’s pulled last year and I was opposed to it
the whole time.”

“I bet,” one of them said sardonically. “The way you’re cozied up with Malfoy, I’m sure you
and your little boyfriend swapped bedtime stories about how much fun it was to torture
innocents.”

That triggered something in Theo he couldn’t quite understand. He thrust his hand in his
robes as the other two boys drew their wands, pointing them threateningly at him.

Theo’s mind was screaming at him to fight back, to hex them both before another atrocious
word could fall out of their pathetic little mouths, but there was a tiny voice in the back of his
head that told him to stand down. He would be making a huge risk, and ultimately leaving
Draco alone in a hell-scape if Theo were to get in serious trouble.

“Fucking pussy, won’t even fight back. You sure you were meant to be Slytherin, Nott?”
They stalked closer and Theo’s hand was shaking inside of his robes.
“What is going on here?” A loud, stern voice came from behind Theo. “Put your wands away,
are you insane?” Granger was seething, appearing next to Theo and staring pointedly at the
two Gryffindors.

“He provoked us!” The smaller of the two boys said, pointing accusingly at Theo.

“His wand isn’t even drawn, what it looks like is two students attempting to attack another.
Head Boy, no less. Fifteen points from Gryffindor apiece, now go.” Granger’s tone brokered
no argument as she stood her ground in front of the two boys who both happened to be taller
than her.

Not that it mattered, because they both looked properly chastised and sheepish, stowing their
wands and rubbing the backs of their necks.

“Bullshit, fuck this,” one of them muttered as they turned to leave.

“Another five for language, then,” Granger said without hesitation. “You’d be best off
keeping yourselves in line, gentlemen. I have no problem going to Professor Weasley to
discuss the unbecoming behaviors of his students.”

They continued down the corridor sullenly and Granger didn’t take her eyes off of them until
they turned a corner.

“That was…impressive,” Theo said dumbly. He knew she could be fiery, having watched her
hold her own against his fellow Slytherin classmates over the years, and dealing with Potter
and the Weasel implied she had quite a backbone, but it was still something to see her wield
her Head Girl power so deftly.

“You can’t let them get to you like that, Nott,” she said with exasperation. “You’re Head Boy,
McGonagall gave you the badge for a reason.”

Theo shifted uncomfortably, staring at his brown brogues. “I know,” he said pathetically.
“They were just saying these things and I, well, I don’t know.” Fuck, maybe Draco had the
right of it. He was being a bloody Hufflepuff.

Granger’s expression softened and she tilted her head to one side. “Thick skin, Nott. I know
better than most the cruel things students can say. You’re going to have to earn their respect,
and until then, don’t be afraid to speak up. In fact, if it becomes a problem, I have no problem
speaking to McGonagall or Bill—Professor Weasley—on your behalf.”

Theo snorted. “I don’t need you to fight my battles for me, Granger.”

She arched a brow at him incredulously. “It sure looked like you did back there. Anyways, it
will get easier. I’m sorry you had to go through that, whatever it was they said, clearly it
bothered you.”

It did, more than Theo cared to admit. The comments about his associations aside, the
implication that him and Draco were involved tugged at something in his chest. Wrong, it’s
wrong. His father’s voice shouted inside his mind.
“Right, well, let’s just pretend this didn’t happen, shall we? Don’t want to lose credibility and
all that,” Theo said with a wink, quickly shifting back into his preferred countenance.

Granger rolled her eyes while biting back a smile. She dragged her lower lip between her
teeth and he was painfully reminded of his impure thoughts about her last night.

“Where are you headed this morning?” She asked, fidgeting with the strap of her bag.

“Prefect office, trying to get myself acclimated. Yourself?”

“Same,” Granger replied as they began walking in that direction. “My Care of Magical
Creatures class was postponed because the clutch of Occamy eggs haven’t hatched yet, so
Hagrid assigned an essay instead.”

“You’re taking Care of Magical Creatures as a NEWT level?” Theo asked with surprise. That
was rather uncommon, even the OWL classes had been small.

Granger nodded. “Yes, well, I’d like to work for the Department of Regulation and Control of
Magical Creatures, I think. It would be useful to have a better understanding of the vast
number of sentient beings in our world. To help foster the kind of change needed to protect
those who haven’t been for decades.”

Her expression lit up with a passionate glow as she spoke, an undercurrent of anger lacing
her voice. Clearly, this was important to her.

“Well, who better than you, Granger?” He said lightly as they entered the Prefect office.
“After all, you’ve been back at Hogwarts for less than a day and you’ve already rescued a
first year and saved my arse. Champion of the down trodden.”

She dropped her bag on the desk before rounding on him slowly. “Are you mocking me,
Nott?” Her eyes narrowed in suspicion.

Theo held his hands up in a placating gesture and chuckled. “No, no, I’m not. Truthfully, I
think you’d be brilliant at it, although, I’d wager your brilliance at anything you set your
mind to.”

That made Granger blush. He filed it away for later, because he was surely to become
addicted to seeing that color on her cheeks.

“Thank you,” she replied demurely as she settled into the desk chair. “Shall we?”

“Let’s,” Theo said with an easy grin.

There were worse ways to spend his morning.

 // Draco
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes

The greenhouses always smelled the same, muggy, damp, and like dragon manure.
Truthfully, Draco didn’t care for it but there was something about working with his hands,
planting and harvesting plants. The very same ones that would eventually be used in potions,
a very tactile practice.

He enjoyed those parts.

NEWT level Herbology was one of the less popular ones, probably only third to Care of
Magical Creatures and Divination. That was in his favor, seeing as he had been feeling on
edge from the moment Theo was presented with his Head Boy badge.

Draco knew, ultimately, that his best friend couldn’t protect him forever, and he didn’t want
to be come reliant on him, but the subtle comfort Theo’s presence provided him was going to
take some adjusting to being without.

“We’ll be at the desks today, everyone,” Professor Sprout called as they all entered
greenhouse one. There was a solitary classroom for Herbology, an annex to the largest
greenhouse and rarely used. However, Draco knew there would be a fair portion of the year’s
lesson being theoretical and based in texts, moreso than the hands-on they typically received
in prior years.

Draco settled into a seat in the back corner, slinging his bag onto the desk. Longbottom
strolled in and gave him a tight nod, a subtle expression of…not quite camaraderie but not
exactly scornful. It was the most positive interaction he’d had save for Theo and the
Slytherins thus far.

He recalled their conversation the night prior.

Draco was making his way to his four-poster, avoiding the gaze of his fellow eighth year
classmates and surreptitiously checking that his truck, placed at the foot of the bed, hadn’t
been tampered with. He anxiously unlocked and relocked the truck with his wand and added
a secondary security ward to prevent anyone from accessing it and sat on the bed with a
resigned sigh.

He figured he’d just lay in his bed with the curtains drawn, a locking and silencing charm
around him, until the dorm quieted and he could sneak out and get ready for bed.

“Malfoy,” Longbottom had said when he entered the room, sitting on the bed across from
him.

A year ago, Draco would have sneered, told him to fuck off, or ask him why he felt it
necessary to speak to him. But that was before, when Draco wasn’t a pariah.
He raked his hand through his already disheveled hair. “Longbottom.”

“I just wanted to let you know,” Longbottom had said slowly, screwing up his face as if he
was planning his words carefully. The chubby, fearful, clumsy boy he’d been was long gone,
leaving a man who carried the confidence of a war-hero in its stead. “This isn’t ideal. I know
why you’re here, and it’s uncomfortable as fuck.”

“Understatement of the century,” Draco muttered, staring at his knees. “Here to tell me not to
step out of line, or watch my back, Longbottom? Go ahead, then.”

Longbottom actually laughed. “No. I won’t pretend to like you or tell you you’re forgiven. I
understand, on a larger scale, a lot of what happened wasn’t your fault but that doesn’t excuse
you for being a cunt to me or everyone else for years.”

Draco tipped his head back and sighed at the canopy of his four-poster.

“But we’re all here to move on, however that looks to each of us. You…” he paused again, a
grimace etching his features. “You deserve to move on too. The Wizengamot didn’t throw
you in Azkaban for a reason, and Harry vouched for you. I don’t trust you, but I trust him.
So, just…no one is going to fuck with you, okay? At least not here, not in the dorms.”

“Fucking Gryffindors,” Draco said under his breath before meeting Longbottom’s face, who
was giving him a small smirk. “Thanks, Longbottom.”

“Yeah, yeah, let’s not make this a thing.”

“And for what it’s worth,” Draco winced, knowing it was likely worth less than the dirt under
his shoes, “I am sorry. For being a cunt. I don’t have an excuse, really. But I owe you an
apology.”

“Did that hurt, saying those words?” Longbottom chuckled. “Thanks, Malfoy. Mighty big of
you, considering no one made you do that. Like I said, I’m not jumping to forgive you, but
I’m willing to be cordial enough to just make it through this year without any trouble.”

The confidence on Longbottom was strange, and Draco had wondered if it was the absence of
fear that he’d be taunted or hexed for standing up for himself, or Draco was simply that
pathetic. It still gave him a modicum of relief, willing to trust him enough that he’d be alright
in the dorms.

Although, no one expected Longbottom to behead Nagini with the fucking sword of
Gryffindor, so maybe he was just waiting for the right moment to take advantage of Draco’s
weakness.

He quickly discarded the thought, because at his core Longbottom was still a bloody
Gryffindor.

Herbology passed without incident. They spent the hour with a lecture on the properties of
the Floo flower, proper care and how to extract into Floo powder once the plant was mature.
For such a common, practical substance, it seemed quite finicky.
They’d be moving on to tending to their own Floo flowers with intention of making Floo
powder in the coming weeks.

After the class ended, Draco made his way back up to the castle towards Defense Against the
Dark Arts. This was the particular course he had the most trepidation about.

Not only was it a course designed to teach witches and wizards how to defend themselves
against the very magic Draco had spent significant amounts of time around during the height
of Voldemort’s power, but a one William Weasley was the newest professor.

He spotted Theo and Granger coming down the hall together as he approached the classroom
door.

“Hey, how was Herbology?” Theo asked him.

“Fine,” Draco nodded as he opened the door to the classroom and the three of them entered.
Granger gave Theo a soft smile and slight wave as she went to go sit with Longbottom and
Thomas, already in the front row.

He noticed how Theo’s eyes tracked her movement, and Draco recalled what Theo’d shared
with him this morning about wanking in the shower to the witch. He wondered how long it
would be before the two of them started shagging.

The idea made him squirm internally. Not only was the image of Theo stroking himself in the
shower playing on fucking repeat in his head, but since he pointed out how attractive Granger
had gotten, it was all he could see. He felt like a creep, imagining such things. After spending
all summer buried inside various strangers, Draco knew he’d have a bit of a dry spell ahead
of him, and yet the thought of the last two people on earth who’d willingly touch his cock
were stuck inside his mind.

Maybe a shower wank was the right idea.

“What were you two doing?” They took their seats towards the back of the class and pulled
out their textbooks.

Theo waggled his eyebrows suggestively. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

“You didn’t,” Draco said with narrowed eyes, glancing over at Granger who was deep in
excited conversation with her two former Gryffindor pals.

Theo barked out a laugh. “No, I didn’t. But the look on your face is pretty priceless. We just
had some Head stuff—no, not that kind of head, thank you—to do. Granger is enjoyable to be
around, actually.”

“You sound surprised,” Draco said, still watching Granger as she pulled out her book, a roll
of parchment, a quill, and an ink pot, aligning them all just-so on her desk.

“I don’t know if I’ve ever spent actual time with her. Not alone like that. We had a bit of a
run in with some younger students and you should have seen how she handed them their
arses. That witch is scary when she wants to be.”
“Oh, I know,” Draco muttered as Professor Weasley strode into the classroom, a red hand-
knit looking jumper over his white oxford shirt, tie missing. “She bloody slapped me in third
year.”

Theo laughed again, burying his face in his arms. “No way, why have you not told me this
before?”

Draco rolled his eyes as Weasley wrote his name on the chalkboard in big block letters. “You
think I’d advertise that? I had half a mind to try and Obliviate Crabbe and Goyle because they
were witnesses.”

“Alright, class, settle down,” Weasley began, halting their conversation. Theo was still
snickering under his breath but they both straightened up.

“My name is Professor Bill Weasley, and I’m pleased to be your new Defense Against the
Dark Arts professor,” he said with an easygoing expression, leaning back against the desk
and crossing his arms over his chest. His long red hair was pulled back into a low ponytail
and Draco could see the faint scarring across his face, something he knew had come from the
hands of Fenrir Greyback.

Weasley scanned the room, grinning as he did, but his expression stilled briefly when he
spied Draco and Theo in the back. Not willing to submit himself to another bout of self-pity,
Draco sat up even straighter and returned Weasley’s stare with one of his own.

“Now then,” he said, slowly taking his eyes from Draco and returning to the chalkboard. He
wrote ‘Concealment Charms’ on the board. “We’ll be starting off with Concealment Charms.
Specifically, those used to obscure the nature of magical properties within an object. While
these have varying uses, they’re especially helpful in concealing the true nature of Dark
artifacts. We’ll be learning how to reveal them as well as counteract the charms safely. Turn
your books to chapter seven, please.”

When class commenced, Draco was already feeling drained. It had only been two classes,
thus far, but it had been a long while since he’d had to exert such mental energy.

It didn’t help matters that Theo smelled faintly like rosemary in mint, mixed with his usual
leather and tobacco, or that Draco enjoyed the way his brow furrowed in concentration as he
took notes during the lecture. It was distracting. He needed to get over this ridiculous crush
on Theo, quickly.

“Mister Malfoy, a word?” Weasley called from his desk as he dismissed the other students.

Fuck.

“Yes sir?” Draco said, gripping the strap of his bag.

Weasley sighed and rested his elbows on his desk, fingers clasped in front of him. “Can we
level for a moment?”
“I’m not sure what you mean…” Draco said hesitantly, feeling like he was going to have a
similar conversation that Longbottom had prompted.

“I just want to ensure we’re not going to have any problems in my classroom this year.”
Straight to the point, it seemed.

“No sir. I’m just here to—”

“To fulfill the terms of your managing to stay out of prison, I’m aware,” Weasley said firmly.

Draco bit his tongue, knowing that spitting back at him would only make things more
challenging. He had no power here, he knew that. Weasley knew it too. Everyone fucking
knew it, and it was infuriating.

“There won’t be any trouble, Professor Weasley.” He only hoped the same could be said for
the professor sitting before him. Undoubtedly, if there were to be an altercation and Weasley
were to abuse his position, no one would believe Draco anyways. Well, aside from Theo, but
Granger was probably well on her way to being his bloody sister-in-law and her word was
much more golden than either his or Theo’s combined.

“Good,” Weasley said with a nod. “I’d hoped as much. Just because being back here wasn’t
your first choice, doesn’t mean you can’t make the most of it.”

Draco frowned in confusion. He hadn’t expected that, really, he was just bracing himself for
thinly veiled threats and reminders to not step out of line.

Fucking Gryffindors.

Always seeking the best in people, even in those like Draco who barely had any left in them.

“Right,” he said slowly. “Er, thank you.”

“You’re welcome. Just because you might be top ten of my little brother’s least favorite
people, doesn’t mean I carry his grudges for him. To be fair, the Keeper from the 1994
Chudley Cannons is also on that list, so he’s prone to holding on to things,” Weasley said
with a chuckle, trying to make light of the situation. As if the implication was Draco didn’t
deserve to be on the list as much as the ’94 Cannons Keeper didn’t, but they both knew
otherwise.

“Enjoy your lunch, Mister Malfoy.”

Releasing a heavy breath when he left the classroom, Draco headed down to the Great Hall
for lunch. His eyes immediately sought out Theo at the Slytherin table, but was surprised to
find him sitting with Granger instead. At the Gryffindor table. With the Weaselette. And
Longbottom. And Thomas.

“Draco!” Theo called, jerking his head to the empty seat on the other side of him. Was he
fucking serious? What happened to the safety of the snakes, instead sitting with the fucking
lion brigade?
He hesitated, causing Theo to roll his eyes and get up from the table. “Come sit with us. I
promise, they’ve all put their little claws away,” he said in a low voice.

“What in Salazar’s name made you decide to eat lunch with them?”

“Godric’s name, I think, for today,” Theo said with a shrug. “Granger more or less suggested
it, a gesture of goodwill or some altruistic shite. Maybe we’ll eat with the Ravenclaws
tomorrow. She made a good point, as Head Boy and Girl we should really try and expand
outside of our comfort zones with the other houses.”

That made sense, but it didn’t mean Draco liked it. He eyed the Slytherin table, knowing if he
sat there, he more or less would be left alone.

“Draco, come on. Put the broody, morose face away and come have lunch with us.” Theo
gave him a look, one that told him he wouldn’t take no for an answer, and Draco was helpless
but to agree.

“Fine,” he muttered has Theo grinned triumphantly. “But if someone poisons my food, I’m
blaming you.”

“Yes, yes, haunt me from the beyond if you must. Although, you’re thinking too much like a
Slytherin. You know those prats aren’t cunning enough to poison you behind your back.
They’re more likely to hex you to your face,” he said casually before the two of them sat
down at the table.

Granger gave him a soft smile and tucked into her roasted vegetables. Longbottom had more
or less the same expression he’d worn every time he’d looked at Draco and Thomas was
pointedly fixated on his food.

“Well hello, ferret,” the Weaselette said with a wry grin. “You’re looking delightfully pale
today.”

“Ginny,” Hermione said quietly while the other witch rolled her eyes playfully.

“Sorry,” she said sarcastically. “I’ll play nice, I promise.”

The conversation lapsed into ease, much to Draco’s surprise. While it was mainly Theo,
inserting himself as if he didn’t have a care in the world about houses or bloodlines or being
on opposite sides of the war, dragging Draco into the conversation forcefully, it wasn’t as
uncomfortable as he’d initially thought.

Granger even engaged him in conversation about his classes, what he was most looking
forward to for the year, as if there was no murky past between them.

And no one had poisoned his food.

Fucking Gryffindors, proving him wrong and being not all that bad.
Chapter End Notes

A/N: I know I said PWP, but there’s also a bit of angst/character development because
that’s important, right???

Anyways, triple chapter dump today bc I wanted to get to the smut.

 // Hermione

Hermione’s first day back at Hogwarts was interesting to say the least. First, spending the
morning with Nott in the Prefects office was unexpected, although she knew they’d have to
do actual Head Girl and Head Boy duties together at some point.

Followed by the fact that Nott had actually taken her suggestion for them to try and eat lunch
at different house tables sometimes seriously. When he plopped down at the Gryffindor table
as if he’d spent the last seven years there with his charming grin and glinting green eyes, it
made her chest feel a little tight.

There seemed to be no situation that made Theodore Nott Jr uncomfortable. Except maybe
the altercation with the two Gryffindor fifth years that morning. She was so disappointed in
them, even if she wasn’t a Gryffindor technically, there was still an allegiance there and it
pained her to see them acting so awfully towards Nott.

Not that Gryffindors were saints by any stretch of the imagination. After all, Fred and George
Weasley had done some genuinely questionable things in their tenure, but it was rare to see
anyone in the red and gold act so cruelly.

Whatever they had said, unsettled Nott and Hermione liked that even less. His expression
was frozen as if he’d seen a ghost, unable to exert his authority over the two while their
wands were drawn. She didn’t hesitate to ink a note to Bill regarding the incident, even if
Nott had told her it wasn’t necessary.

Lunch had been pleasant, another surprise coming in the form of Malfoy choosing to join
them. It seemed Nott was more of a comfort for him than sitting at the Slytherin table alone.
She’d noticed on the brief carriage ride the night before, he seemed a little tense, a little
dimmed, which Hermione supposed she didn’t blame him.

The war had taken so much from them, at such young ages.

He’d managed to shake some of the tension, but she observed the tightness in his features,
like he was expecting the worst to happen at any moment. So, she extended a small olive
branch, they could be cordial. It wasn’t with the intent of ‘being the bigger person’ in a smug
way, rather, not resigning herself to holding on to anger.

That much seemed helpful, because it just so happened they were randomly assigned together
during Potions, brewing Veritaserum of all things. Slughorn had all of the seventh and eighth
years paired to brew a variety of difficult potions.

Malfoy seemed hesitant at first but was amendable when she suggested they meet in the
library the following evening to start dissecting the brewing process so they could begin on
the practical part the next week.

When the day came to an end, Double Potions being the last of her afternoon, she quickly ate
dinner and begged off to her dorm to begin her essay on the Occamy. Between her seven
classes, Head Girl duties, and already having a lengthy project with Malfoy, she knew every
spare moment of her time needed to be accounted for.

She was buried in her textbooks when Theo’s arrival was announced by the scent of leather
and tobacco, mixed faintly with sweat and damp grass. Hermione barely looked up, noting he
was wearing a Quidditch kit and had his broom slung over his shoulder.

“Already, Granger? It’s the first day back!” He teased, stowing his broom in his dorm and
pulling off his robes. He sniffed them and grimaced loudly before casting a freshening charm
over them and tossing them into his open door.

Hermione didn’t bother replying, returning to her essay.

“Right, good chat then,” he said plainly. “I’m going to shower. Is your bloody cat going to try
and assault me again?”

“Crooks didn’t mean anything by it, Nott. And no, he’s asleep in my room,” she said,
crossing out and re-writing a line on Occamy egg incubation.

“Lovely,” he muttered, heading for the bathroom. At least this time he wasn’t in a towel. That
image had been irritatingly burned into her mind, the ripple of his muscles and the soft
dusting of hair across his chest, leading in a thin line below his navel…

Hermione had woken up from a particularly vivid dream about what it would be like to run
her tongue along the lines of muscles, what this taut and firm body would feel pressed against
her own. She had only ever kissed one person, and yet, when she awoke feeling like she had
viscerally experienced all of the things her imagination conjured, there was a massive ache
between her thighs.

She had quickly slipped into the shower with her pink vibrator, a purchase Ginny had
convinced her of over the summer despite her insistence that she didn’t need it, cast a quick
silencing spell, and found her much needed relief.

Oh, fuck, Hermione thought as she heard the curtain to the shower pull back. I left my
fucking vibrator in the shower.

Maybe Nott wouldn’t notice.

Her knee bounced erratically under the table, unable to focus on her essay knowing that Nott
was currently using the same shower she’d been in this morning, taking care of her own
needs, leaving obvious evidence behind.

Maybe he would see it and not know what it is, thinking it some skin care exfoliating device?
Unlikely, considering Ginny had all but forced her to get one that was quite obviously phallic
in shape and texture.

Damn it, Ginevra Weasley! I ought to send you a howler! She internally seethed, even though
it was no fault of Ginny’s that Hermione was careless.
The shower stopped. Hermione’s eyes flew to the bathroom door in a wide panic. As soon as
she heard the lock click and the handle turn, she immediately glanced down at her textbook,
staring at the paragraph on mating rituals.

Nott slipped into his room for a few moments, and she released the breath she was holding.

He strolled back into the common room dressed in comfortable clothing with his potions text
and flopped onto the sofa. “Oh, I forgot,” he said offhandedly.

Hermione stared at him in panic, but he was already thumbing through his book. “Y-yes?”
She tried and failed to keep her voice even.

“D’you mind if I re-key the wards to the room for Draco? He’s feeling a bit anxious about the
year, and I said I’d ask you if it was alright. Also, don’t tell him I told you that because the
pompous arse would hate that being public knowledge as if it wasn’t already obvious.”

“Oh,” Hermione said with a sigh. The idea of Malfoy having access to their private common
room made her a little uneasy, but she wasn’t stupid enough to think he’d never be invited in
by Nott. And having it confirmed that he might be having a difficult time tugged at
something in her heart. “Yeah, I suppose that’s alright,” she finally said. If anything, she
could ward her own room if the two of them were playing at something nefarious or cruel.

“Feel free to add whoever you’d like to the wards, too. Just give me a heads up beforehand,
yeah?”

“Of course,” she said and the two of them fell into silence. She managed to get a good start
on her essay before deciding to call it a night. Ancient Runes was early tomorrow, followed
by both Transfiguration and Charms.

Hermione packed up her things, stowing them neatly in her book bag, and headed towards
her room.

“One more thing,” Nott said, shutting his book and turning on the couch to face her. His lips
were kicked up in a mischievous grin and Hermione’s stomach dropped. “You left something
in the bathroom, sweetheart.”

Heat flooded Hermione’s cheeks and she thought she might actually die. Whatever
embarrassment she’d felt last night at being caught staring at his bare chest paled in
comparison to the mischievous look Nott was giving her, confirming her fears.

She opened and closed her mouth, not sure what she wanted to spit at him first. He could
have easily minded his own business and pretended he didn’t see it, or maybe said something
less obvious with the way he was looking at her. Hermione wanted to apologize, before
remembering what Ginny always told her that witches shouldn’t feel ashamed for enjoying
sex as much as wizards.

It was like her brain just stopped functioning.

“My, my, I don’t believe I’ve ever seen you speechless before,” he said in a teasing lilt.
Hermione groaned, covering her face with her hands. “Gods, that is just…” horrific.
Mortifying. An invasion of her privacy.

“Sexy?” Nott said with a laugh. He kept his eyes fixed on hers and when his tongue darted
out to slowly lick his lip, dragging his teeth over it, she felt a flutter in her lower belly.

“What?” Hermione whispered.

“You heard me. It was unexpected, sure, but I’m all for self-enjoyment. Does it help to know
I did the same last night?” Nott was unfazed, unashamed, unabashed.

It should have made her uncomfortable, hearing how he’d masturbated in the shower last
night. It was so…crass and vulgar and yet, Hermione wanted to clench her thighs together.

Nott chuckled, clearly amused by the entire situation. “I don’t mean to embarrass you.
Embrace it, sweetheart. You’re fucking gorgeous, of course I’m going to enjoy the idea of
you fucking yourself in our shower. Let me know if you ever need a reserve player,” he
added with a wink.

“Oh gods, Theodore Nott!” She groaned, turning around and facing her room. “That’s so
inappropriate.” At least from this vantage, he couldn’t see just how red her face had gotten,
based on how hot she felt all over.

“Theo. Might as well get on a first name basis, don’t you think? I’m sorry, I really didn’t
mean to fluster you.” His voice had dropped the teasing tone and she took a calming breath
before turning around.

“I’m sorry as well,” she said softly, still not able to meet his eyes. “I’ll be more cognizant of
leaving my…belongings…in common areas. I’m just not used to talking so openly about that
sort of thing.”

“Ah,” Nott—Theo—said with a resigned look. “Excuse me for being so forward then. I
would say I know better, but I’ve been disappointing the Nott family line since 1979, so,” he
gave a plaintive shrug.

“I’m just, well, not very experienced in that department. Gods, that was even the first time
I’ve used that thing! It’s all very off-putting.” Hermione clapped her hand over her mouth,
disbelieving that she admitted to him the fact she was an inexperienced virgin.

“Hmm,” Theo said thoughtfully. “Sex is off-putting? Or talking about it? I’m not trying to be
crass, just curious. Feel free to tell me to fuck all the way off and we can pretend this never
happened. I have a hard time discerning where the normal boundary is.”

Hermione rolled her eyes and dropped her book bag to the ground. “Of course you do, I’m
sure you’ve got loads of experience. Meanwhile, I’ve barely kissed a boy and now I’m living
with,” she said with a wild gesticulation towards Theo’s person, “all of that.”

Circe, stop talking!

“I won’t deny it. Consider this, you can say no, and like I said, we can pretend this never
happened. But I’ve already told you I think you’re fucking gorgeous and incredibly sexy. So,
I’m not saying this,” he waved a hand between them, “hasn’t crossed my mind nor am I
opposed. Not to boost my own ego, but I’ve yet to receive any complaints.”

Hermione scoffed at his self-assuredness. But she couldn’t deny that she wasn’t thinking
about just how talented Theo might be if he were to touch her the ways she was touching
herself in the shower. It was biology, hormones, really.

“We barely know each other,” she whispered finally. She always imagined that the first man
to touch her intimately, to do more than press a sloppy, wet kiss with too much tongue to her
mouth, to be inside her, would be a boyfriend, someone she was serious about and cared for
her and loved her deeply.

It wasn’t as if she was particularly set on saving those experiences for some far-off vision of
Mr. Right, but Theo Nott was a far cry from what she had imagined.

So why was she considering his offer?

“You’re right. Forget I said anything, will you? I don’t want you to think less of me, or think
me to be some lethario intent on seducing every pretty witch he sees. Let’s just move on,
Granger. Please?” He looked a bit more vulnerable now, remorseful even that the entire
conversation had just occurred. Maybe a little dejected as well.

“Hermione,” she corrected.

“Hermione,” he said, the grin returning to his face. “We’re okay then?”

“We’re okay,” she replied, her own lips turning upwards. “I don’t want things to be
uncomfortable between us.”

“I don’t want that either,” Theo said softly.

She turned and got herself ready for bed, curling around Crookshanks who quickly got bored
and moved to sleep atop her trunk instead.

As the rest of the week carried on, Hermione found herself replaying the interaction with
Theo in her head throughout the days. It didn’t help that they shared almost every class
together, but he had done exactly as he’d said: pretended it didn’t happen.

They didn’t eat lunch together the rest of the week, he seemed to be content with sitting with
the Slytherins while she dined with Padma Patil and Luna Lovegood at the Ravenclaw table
on Thursday.

The only words they shared were polite greetings and casual conversation about class work
and Head Girl and Boy related things, including their turn to do rounds on Friday.

She even found herself thinking about Theo, his lush curls and sparkling eyes, the way he
called her sweetheart affectionately, his natural flirtatious and charming nature, while her and
Malfoy begun their project.
It was disconcerting and caused her to wake the following two mornings with the same
aching pressure between her legs. It was as if the more Theo acted as though nothing
occurred, the more she couldn’t stop thinking about it.

She was so frustrated and confused and tired, reminding herself what Ginny said about not
being ashamed of what she wanted, that by Friday night as they finished their rounds, she
stopped him before he retired to his room.

Hermione wanted Theo, there was no denying that.

“Theo,” she said, mustering every ounce of courage she had in her. He paused with his hand
on his doorknob and turned to look at her. “I think…I think I want to take you up on your
offer.”

She just hoped she wasn’t making a gigantic mistake.

 // Theo
Chapter Notes

Normal (ish?) chapter cadence resumes after this.

“Theo, I think…I think I want to take you up on your offer.”

Theo blinked at Hermione dumbly as she said the words. He’d spent the last two days in an
uncomfortable state of regret, for having propositioned her so forwardly. Theo’s assumption
that she was a virgin was confirmed, and Salazar’s rod, he’d all but told her he still wanted to
fuck her.

It was so stupid, because all it would take was one note to McGonagall saying he’d harassed
her, and he’d be out on his arse.

So he avoided her, unless they were forced to interact. Which was easier said than done,
considering they had every sodding class together with the exception of Charms and
Arithmency. That didn’t include their forced proximity because of their shared living space
and Head duties.

He’d resorted back to dining with the Slytherins, much to Draco’s comfort and amusement.

“No more acts of goodwill?” He cheeked, digging into a turkey sandwich on Friday
afternoon.

Theo played it off, acting nonchalant. “Plenty of term left to play nice with the other houses.”

So hearing those words come from her mouth after a rather uncomfortable time doing rounds
shocked him.

“If it’s still on the table, I suppose,” she quickly added, looking at her feet.

“It is,” he muttered. “You said you think…Hermione, I really need you to be sure.” Her
consent would be everything. There were so many things he could do to her, the prospect of
them all making his cock throb in his trousers, the fantasies he’d been jerking himself to the
last two nights echoing in his mind. Everything had to be at her pace.

And he’d willingly give her whatever she wanted.

“I’m sure,” she said confidently, but she still wouldn’t meet his eyes.

Theo stepped forward until he was right in front of her, tipping her chin upwards with his
finger until her hazel eyes locked on his. Her breath hitched and that pretty pink blush he’d
become addicted to spread over the apples of her cheeks.

“Tell me you want this,” he whispered.

“I want this. I want you,” she admitted, swallowing thickly. She was sure, but she was
nervous.

Saving her the experiencing of having to outline the ground rules, he set them himself. “I
won’t do anything that you don’t ask for, or give me permission to do. And you need a safe
word.”

Hermione’s eyes widened in mild panic.

“I’m not going to hurt you, Hermione, but your comfort is the most important thing. So even
if I do something you want, that you like, but want me to stop, say ‘red’ and we stop.
Immediately. Understood?”

She nodded.

“Words, sweetheart. I need to hear you say it.”

“I understand,” she said on a breathy exhale.

“Can I kiss you now?” He said, his breath ghosting across her lips.

“Please, Theo.”

In an instant, his mouth was on hers. He remembered, the moment their lips touched, that she
said she’d barely kissed someone before so he took a gentle approach. He softly pressed his
mouth against hers, pecking lightly and sliding his hand to the back of her neck, tangling in
her honey brown curls.

Hermione made a small squeaking noise and slowly moved her hands to his chest, brushing
over the lapel of his robes. She pressed against him, matching the same pace he’d set before
gripping the fabric of his robes tightly and pulling him closer.

His other hand lightly skimmed her arm before resting on the curve of her waist, deepening
the kiss by running the tip of his tongue along the seam of her mouth. She responded
beautifully.

Her lips parted in invitation and he slid his tongue past them, tangling with hers and eliciting
a moan that vibrated across their mouths. She wrapped her hands around his neck, trying to
get closer, as he began to explore her.

She tasted like honey.

He stepped forward, urging her backwards, so they could take this to somewhere more
comfortable. Hermione held tight to his neck as he settled them on the sofa. Theo’s hands
explored her curves, running his knuckles over her rib cage as he lightly nipped at her lower
lip.
Hermione seemed to like that, somehow managing to get as close to Theo as she could
without climbing into his lap. Their hands skated over each other, hers threading into his hair
and across his chest under his robes, his moving down her hips and ghosting the skin of her
bare calves.

She shivered under his touch and he swiftly pulled her into his lap so she was straddling him,
her knees on either side of his thighs. His cock was aching behind his zipper, desperate to
buck up and grind into her center, but he held her slightly above it and pulled back.

“Is this okay?” He whispered against her lips, feeling her panting breaths against his own
mouth.

“Yes,” she whined before crushing her mouth back to his fervently. Hermione slipped his
robes down his shoulders and yanked his tie to pull him closer. For someone so
inexperienced, she certainly knew how to snog.

Theo wrapped his arms around her, sliding up and down her spine through her robes, not
wanting to move any further just yet. She arched, grinding herself into his lap before she
pulled back with a gasp.

“Fuck, sorry,” he hissed as she looked down. Her skirt was flared over his lap, hiding the
visible erection in his trousers, but she had to have felt his hard length.

“No, it’s fine, I just…” she said, embarrassed, tilting her head down.

He tugged lightly on her curls, urging her to look at him.

“Don’t hide from me,” he said. “Tell me what’s going on inside that head of yours.”

Hermione bit her lip, and Theo’s eyes were drawn to the movement. Gods, he couldn’t
remember the last time he’d been so interested in just simply snogging a witch, it had been
years since that felt like the pinnacle for him, but her lips were addictive.

“I’ve never…felt one before.” Her shyness was surprisingly endearing.

“We can stop,” he whispered, tracing soft circles on her back.

“I don’t want to.”

He pulled her in for another searing kiss and she settled herself slowly on his lap, hesitant.
When she wriggled her hips, a tiny noise came from her throat and she did it again, more
intentionally. It took all of Theo’s restraint, he deserved a fucking Order of Merlin for not
rutting against her as she shifted and slowly rolled her hips against him.

“I like that,” she said, pressing down harder. “Oh, oh my.”

Theo tilted his hips upward, pressing more firmly against her. “That, sweetheart?”

“Y-yes,” she stuttered, closing her eyes. Hermione attacked his mouth again, desperately
pulling at his robes and ripping hers off as well.
He tentatively skimmed his hand up her torso, pausing just beneath her breast and giving her
a gentle squeeze, a silent plea to let him go further. Hermione pulled back, lips swollen and
hair disheveled, and pulled on his wrist until she guided his hand directly where he’d wanted
it to go.

Massaging her firm tit through her shirt, Theo made another bold move and slipped his other
hand on her thigh, just barely under the hem of her skirt. Hermione made delicious, needy
moaning whimpers against his mouth.

“Will you touch me, Theo?” She asked, surprising him.

Yes, yes, fucking yes, Hermione.

He watched her face as his hand moved higher up her thigh, meeting the cotton of her
knickers. He skimmed his thumb along the crease from where her arse met her leg, sweeping
closer to her inner thigh with each pass.

Hermione shivered under his touch, eyeing him intently, desperation and want coloring her
eyes.

“No one has touched you here before, have they?” He asked in a husky voice as his fingers
slipped under the elastic of her underwear, tracing along her bum.

“Only myself,” Hermione admitted, still rocking her hips lightly against him. Fuck, he hadn’t
come in his pants in years but if she didn’t stop, he was liable to revisit it.

“We don’t need to do this tonight. I don’t want to push you too far,” the words came out
choked. Still, he was determined to give her every opportunity to back out.

“You’re not,” she assured him, pressing kisses along his jaw. “Theo,” Hermione keened. “I
want you to make me feel good. Show me how you can make me feel good.” The words
came out as a whine of desperation.

He groaned, hoping his control remained in tact. “Lie back on the sofa, sweetheart.”

Hermione scrambled off of his lap at his request, laying along the sofa with her head resting
on the arm.

“Fucking hell, Hermione, you’re so beautiful,” he said, looking down at her appreciatively.
He’d noticed it, the moment she rushed in to his carriage, but seeing her like his, panting and
disheveled, asking for him to make her come, was a sight he wouldn’t soon forget.

And one he hoped to see many, many more times. It’s why this first encounter had to go well,
why he needed to make sure she was comfortable and in control. It was a delicate balance,
knowing she didn’t quite have the confidence to ask for what she wanted explicitly, but he
hoped and prayed to every fucking god he could name that she would tell him ‘red’ if it got
to be too much.

Hermione preened under his praise as he stared down at her. He placed one knee on the
outside of her hip, the other foot planted on the ground. Leaning forward to kiss her again, he
slowly nudged her legs apart, allowing him space between her thighs.

“Safe word, sweetheart. I need to hear you say it,” he muttered against her lips.

“Red.”

Theo placed a kiss on her neck, just below her ear. “Good girl. Anytime, you say it and I
stop,” he reminded her as his mouth worked against the flesh of her throat, sucking and
licking and biting the soft skin.

He trailed the tips of his fingers from the inside of her knee, up towards the apex of her
thighs. A gentle touch against her slit told him how aroused she already was, finding the
material of her knickers damp. He smiled against her skin, relishing in the fact that he had
done that to her.

There would never be a moment when Theo didn’t take pride in having that effect on a witch.

“Theo,” she whined, arching in to him. His name falling from his lips was like a fucking
prayer.

“So needy, aren’t you?” He teased, deftly unbuttoning the top few buttons on her shirt so he
could explore the skin on her chest.

Finally, he gave her what they both were craving. Theo tugged on the waistband of her
underwear before slipping his hand inside, finding smooth, heated, wet skin.

“You’re soaked already, sweetheart.”

Theo took his time, committing her moans and whimpers to memory as he slowly ran a
finger along her slit, gathering her wetness before circling her clit with featherlight pressure.
He listened and watched her body’s reactions to his touch, repeating motions that made her
especially vocal.

“More, please,” Hermione begged him. “Please, Theo.”

His finger circled the entrance to her cunt before sinking inside. Fucking hell, she was tight.
He expected it, but the way her walls gripped his finger had him picturing what it would feel
like spread around his cock.

Theo slowly worked the digit in, going in deeper with each slow thrust. His thumb found her
clit and he fucked her gently with his hand to allow her to get used to the sensation.

“I love knowing I’m the first one to touch your perfect little cunt, sweetheart,” he growled,
kissing her lips and palming her breast over her bra. Her nipple was peaked under the
material and he traced around it with his fingers before pinching it lightly.

Hermione gasped and made tiny little perfect moans as she started to ride his hand, finding
just what she liked to chase her own pleasure. She was going to come, he could feel her cunt
clenching around him like a vice.
Applying more pressure to her clit with his thumb, he pumped into her with a bit more fervor
as Hermione gripped his forearms and arched her back higher off the sofa.

“Come for me, sweetheart,” he panted, his cock weeping with pre-cum as he fought the urge
to seek relief by grinding against her thigh.

“Oh gods, oh-oh,” Hermione whined, “Theo, I think I’m going to—”

“That’s it, gorgeous, let go.” Theo nipped at her earlobe before sucking a mark into her neck
just as she tensed, legs trembling, coming all over his hand.

He stilled, letting her relax through the aftershocks, before removing his hand from her
knickers. Hermione had an arm thrown over her eyes as she panted, red coloring her cheeks
and neck and chest, purpling love bites littered across the skin.

When her breathing finally relaxed, she removed her arm and looked at Theo wide-eyed,
giving him a soft chuckle.

“Holy Circe,” she exhaled. Theo grinned at her, feeling a bit smug. He drew his hand to his
mouth, sucking his finger clean and groaning aloud at the taste of her arousal coating his
tongue.

He couldn’t wait to taste her cunt for real.

Hermione suddenly surged forward, grabbing at his belt. Theo gripped her wrists, stilling her
movements.

“Not tonight, sweetheart.” She frowned, looking at his obvious erection. “This was about
you, I can take care of this myself.”

“But…I want to,” Hermione said with a slight pout to her lips. Theo smiled at her and leaned
forward, pressing a chaste kiss to her mouth.

“I’m not going to turn down a pretty witch touching my cock, but we’ve done enough for
tonight, I think. You did so well for me, Hermione.”

Her eyes lit up slightly. Hermione seemed to have a bit of a praise kink, which wasn’t
surprising in the slightest. He clasped his hands around hers, moving them further away from
his cock because he had about two minutes left in his resolve before he was like to do
something too rough with her.

That was the biggest reason he didn’t want her to touch him, not yet. Slow and gentle wasn’t
typically Theo’s speed, and something possessive was stirring in him after watching
Hermione come. If she touched his cock he was either going to blow embarrassingly quickly,
or he would forget himself and potentially hurt her.

“Okay,” she said with a sigh, followed by a deep yawn.

“Go to bed, sweetheart.” He pulled her up off the couch and wrapped his arms around her
shoulders in an embrace. It felt right, instinctual to hold her close. Hermione nuzzled his
chest tenderly and pulled back to look at him.

“Thank you, Theo. For, um, well…”

“The orgasm?” He laughed, thumbing her cheek.

“For making me feel safe.”

His eyes shuttered, the realization washing over him at what that would have meant to her.
There had never been a time where someone told Theo he made them feel safe. Sure, there
was a longstanding comfort that Draco sought from him, but safety and comfort can be
exclusive of each other.

Theo had never been a protector, nor was it something he ever thought he wanted to be, but
hearing Hermione said so with such honesty, filled his chest with a sense of pride.

“Of course.” With one final peck to her lips, they went their separate ways, and he wondered
if Hermione had felt the same significant shift in things as he did.
 // Draco

Something had happened between Theo and Granger. Draco couldn’t quite discern it, but the
coy looks she had started shooting him when she thought no one was looking and the way
Theo’s eyes tracked hers when he entered a classroom were obvious, at least to him.

His suspicions were confirmed when Theo all but bounced down the stairs into the common
room Saturday morning so they could go out to the Quidditch pitch. Tryouts were beginning
next week, and they both had aspirations of playing on the Slytherin team.

The smug grin on his face and surreptitious glance towards the closed door as if he could see
through the wood and see the occupant inside gave him away.

Draco arched a brow and tilted his head to the side, placing his broomstick over his shoulder.
Theo didn’t give anything away. That was another mystery, because Theodore Nott Jr never
didn’t shag and share. In fact, it was mere minutes after he’d fucked Daphne for the first time
before he was telling Draco all the details.

So whatever had occurred between him and Granger, which was clearly something, might
have meant more to Theo than just a quick fuck. Granger didn’t seem like the type to simply
jump into bed with someone on a whim; Theo had to have made quick work to get her to that
level of comfort.

Or, he didn’t know a sodding thing about the witch and maybe she was just as casual about
whom she fucked as the two of them were.

“I’ll re-key the wards today,” Theo said in lieu of greeting as they headed out of the common
room. “Her—Granger said it wouldn’t be a problem.”

Did he just almost call her Hermione? They definitely fucked.

He couldn’t fight the slightly bitter feeling churning in his stomach as they went down to the
Great Hall for a quick bite. Maybe it was just the growing feeling of isolation. What if Theo
and Granger started dating? He would either end up a third wheel, or Granger might try and
put a wedge between the two of them because of his and her past.

Theo wouldn’t do that to him, though, right? His best mate was more important than burying
himself in a Golden Gryffindor cunt.

“You alright?” Theo questioned, shoving beans and toast into his mouth and Draco realized
he’d been glaring in the general direction of the Gryffindor table.

He sighed, raking a hand through his hair. “Yeah, sorry, didn’t sleep well,” he lied, downing
the rest of his tea.

“Well, the sofa in ours is comfortable, if you’re still having trouble in the dorms,” Theo
supplanted. “So, I know I said I was thinking of going out for Chaser, but I’m wondering if
Beater might be better?”

Draco thought about it for a moment. If he was being completely unbiased and thinking
objectively, Theo had the build for a Beater. He wasn’t massively bulky, but he was tall and
broad shouldered and knew he was strong. Plus, he could be a bit aggressive when the
moment called for it, having seen a drunken Theo pick a fight a few times over the summer.

Growing up the way he did, it didn’t surprise him in the least that Theo had an angry streak a
mile wide, though he rarely let it get the better of him.

“You could be a Beater,” Draco finally said when he stopped mentally picturing Theo astride
his broom with green and silver robes, a bat slung over his shoulder. The image sent a rush of
blood straight to his cock, and he was feeling horrifically pent up. He wasn’t about to have a
wank in the boys’ dorm showers or in his bed with Longbottom and the others nearby, even
with a Silencing spell.

“What about you, still thinking of going for Seeker?” Theo asked, unaware of the inner
turmoil Draco was feeling.

He shrugged, looking down the table at the petite fifth year witch that had taken over as
Seeker when Draco quit Quidditch in his own sixth year. “I don’t think so. Cordray is a good
fit, plus she’s much smaller and more agile than I am.”

When Draco was chosen as Slytherin Seeker during his second year, he hadn’t hit his growth
spurt yet and he’d remained a bit of a slimmer child even when he started to grow taller. At
some point between sixteen and now, he’d also gotten a bit broader, a bit bulkier. Even if he
was as agile as ever, he likely had close to five stone on Cordray and Johnstone, the current
captain, would be daft to choose someone like Draco over her for the position.

“Hmm,” Theo said thoughtfully as they finished their breakfast and headed out of the Great
Hall. “You could be a Beater too, you know. What with those pythons you call arms,” he said
with a laugh, slugging Draco lightly on the shoulder.

It shouldn’t have affected him, or given him the tiniest ache in his chest, hearing Theo say
that.

But it did.

“Maybe,” was all that Draco said in response.

Johnstone seemed to agree with Theo’s assessment, suggesting during their unofficial pre-
tryout practice that he try swinging the bat around for a bit. It felt good, slamming into the
Bludger and watching it sail in a different direction, feeling the power behind the movement.
Theo looked equally as comfortable.

Maybe he’d make a good Beater after all.

After they’d finished for the day, extending their time on the pitch after Johnstone had packed
away the Quidditch balls by doing a few laps to see who had the faster time, Draco’s legs
were aching and he was chilled from the sweat, the typical Scotland drizzle, and blowing
wind.

His robes were soaked, and Theo laughed as they both walked a bit bow-legged back towards
the castle. Despite having gotten on their brooms every so often over the summer and just a
few days ago, they hadn’t gone for that long in a while.

Draco enjoyed the ache, though. It reminded him of how much he loved playing Quidditch.
The sport stopped being fun somewhere in his fifth year when Umbridge took over and
started making things difficult for teams not named Slytherin. The competitiveness of the
game had waned, and by sixth year, Draco was too far in with his task for the Death Eater
initiation, he found little enjoyment in anything.

They headed towards the locker rooms to shower, knowing Filch would have their ears if
they traipsed through the castle with muddy boots and wet robes, setting their brooms on the
benches and heading towards the back shower stalls.

Draco turned the water on and shoved off his damp outer robes before peeling off his jersey,
dropping them both on the ground with wet sounding splats on the floor. He sat on the bench
to remove his boots and socks, relishing in the feeling of being free from the sodden
garments.

He leaned against the brick wall for a moment, letting the steam fill the shower stall, before
he heard Theo whistling as he came down the wide corridor towards the row of showers.

Theo started taking off his outer robes and turning his shower before he paused, eyes drifting
over to Draco. He quickly looked down, glancing at his bare chest, before he turned away
sharply.

“Sorry,” Theo muttered, unlacing his boots with his back still to his friend.

“Don’t be, it’s not like we haven’t bloody lived together for years. You’ve seen me without a
shirt before,” Draco said, shucking off his trousers and boxers while Theo had his back
turned and slipped into the shower.

“Right,” Theo could be heard over the spray. “Yeah, sorry.”

“You said that already,” Draco said with a chuckle, hearing the curtain pull back of Theo’s
own shower.

Maybe he’d imagined the way Theo’s eyes widened and his olive skin flushed a bit when he
looked at Draco. Wishful thinking, because that’s all it could ever be.

But the idea took on a life of its own as Draco began thinking of Theo nude in the shower.

Fuck, he really needed to get laid. His cock was on a hair trigger worse than a teenager
experiencing hormones for the first time. Blood rushed between his thighs and before he
could think about how filthy it would be to touch his hard-on while his very fit, very straight,
best friend was in the next stall over, he was gripping his cock in his fist, holding it at the
base to try and stave off some of the pressure.

He could wordlessly cast a Silencing spell. But then Theo would absolutely know what was
happening, if the sound of water coming from Draco’s shower suddenly stopped.

Or he could ignore it, flip the water to cold, and hope his erection went away on his own.

Wanking in the shower was not an option.

Until Theo groaned, long and loud. “Fuck,” he heard from the other shower stall. “That feels
good.”

What the fuck?

“Um,” Draco managed to choke out, his balls aching and his fist rotating slightly around his
cock.

Theo chuckled. “The hot water, on my muscles. I’m sore as shit.”

Draco coughed, covering up the odd sound that was threatening to escape his throat. “Yeah,”
he said, his eyes shuttering as he slowly slid his fist from base to tip, a fat drop of pre-cum
leaking out of him. “Yeah, me too,” he said through gritted teeth.

He was not going to jerk off in the shower next to Theo.

Distracting his hands with soap and shampoo, Draco tried not to think about the small noises
Theo was making or the recognizable sound of flesh on flesh. The reality was, Theo was just
taking a shower. Rinsing the day’s filth off of him. But in Draco’s mind, Theo would be
touching himself the same way he desperately wanted to, his cock hanging hard and heavy
between his thighs.

Suddenly, Theo’s water shut off and he heard the curtain draw back.

“You almost done?”

Draco sighed, knowing his cock would have to quickly go soft, or he’d have to relieve
himself. So, no, he wasn’t. “Need to wash my hair again,” he lied. “Think there’s still mud in
it.”

Theo laughed. “Yes, wouldn’t want that glowing mop to stain, would we? Prat.”

He grinned at his friend’s teasing, ignoring the ache between he legs. At least it was a
believable lie.

“Meet me in mine when you’re done, I should have you keyed in to the wards pretty
quickly.”

“Will do,” Draco called over the spray of his shower.

And the moment he heard the door shut, he stroked his cock hard and fast, hoping and
praying that Theo hadn’t turned around to grab a forgotten item and heard his name fall from
Draco’s lips as he came.

He felt dirtier than when he left the pitch by the time he stepped out of the shower and
dressed in a pair of gray sweatpants with Slytherin printed on the leg and a green hoodie. It
was one thing, to indulge in a private, secret fantasy about his best friend. It was another
thing to practically yell his name as he came not minutes after said friend had left the locker
room.

Fucking hell, this year was going to be torturous.

He made his way back to the eighth year common room and tossed his belongings into his
trunk, redoing the security wards. Draco was pretty sure Michael Corner had seen him cast
them, earning him a raised eyebrow and confused look, but he really didn’t care if the other
boys knew Draco didn’t trust them fully.

With his school bag in tow, he exited the dorm and crossed the common room, ascending the
stairs to the Head suite. The door recognized his signature and clicked before opening for
him. Theo was adept at security wards, that much was certain.

His friend was already seated on the sofa, legs crossed at the ankle on top of the coffee table
and his head tipped back with a cigarette in his mouth, the smoke curling slowly above his
head before vanishing, thanks to the purification spell he must have cast.

It made Draco’s mouth go dry.

“Ah, there’s the handsome blond ponce. Get all the mud out, then?” Theo jested, rolling his
head to the side to meet Draco’s eyes.

Draco extended his middle finger at him with a deadpan look. He flung his bag on the coffee
table before sinking on to the sofa next to him, wordlessly holding his hand out for a
cigarette.

“Last one,” Theo said, passing him the same one he’d been smoking. “Need to get into the
Muggle village to buy a pack.”

Draco’s lips closed around the filter, inhaling the tobacco and feeling the familiar burn in his
lungs. On the exhale, he immediately felt lightheaded.

“Or you could quit,” he said roughly, passing the stick back to Theo.

“Eh,” Theo said offhandedly, blowing smoke rings into the air. “But it makes me look so cool
when I smoke.”

They both laughed and he banished the butt when they’d smoked the rest of it. Theo sighed
heavily and leaned forward, planting his feet on the ground and resting his elbows atop his
knees.

“I’m starved, but I also don’t want to move.”

“Right there with you,” Draco grumbled, feeling the ache in his lower back and thighs. “We
could pop up to the Hospital Wing and get pain relief potions,” he said without making effort
to get up.

“Too far.”

“You’re right.”

“I suppose we’ll just die here there.”

“Such is our fate,” Draco sighed dramatically.

Just then, the door swung open and Granger came into view. She first found Theo and smiled
demurely before her eyes landed on Draco.

“Theo, Malfoy,” she said with a small nod, shutting the door behind her.

‘Theo?’ he mouthed at his friend with a raised brow. They definitely had something going on.
The familiar pang of want and jealousy from this morning shot through him.

Theo rolled his eyes and tossed a pillow at Draco.

“Why do you two look like someone used a Sticking charm on you?” She asked offhandedly,
settling into the chair at the large worktable, grabbing a textbook that had been left out.

“Quidditch,” Theo said, groaning as he stood up. “We’re dying. Nothing major.”

Draco watched as she rolled her eyes and blushed, lips turned upwards as she watched Theo
stretch his arms over his head.

“You’re dramatic.” She turned back to the homework she was working on.

He suddenly felt like he was intruding on whatever moment the two of them were engaging
in before Granger’s voice said his name softly.

“Hey Malfoy, do you think we could meet tomorrow night instead of Monday for our Potions
project? I swapped Ginny for rounds, she’d got Quidditch captain things to do.”

“Tomorrow is good,” Draco replied, meeting her eyes from across the room.

Granger smiled at him, and while she’d been perfectly polite the last few days, he wasn’t sure
if she’d actually smiled directly at him.

It felt nice, but a kindness he didn’t deserve, like all the Gryffindors had shown him so far in
their own minute ways. But he was willing to pretend, if only to make things feel easier.
 // Hermione
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes

“So, what’s going on with tall, dark, and handsome, and tall, blond, and broody?” Ginny
asked as they walked out of breakfast on Monday. Hermione flinched and looked at her
friend wide-eyed.

“What are you talking about?” Hermione pretended to be looking for something in her bag,
avoiding the very pointed stare Ginny was giving her.

“I mean, dearest Hermione, what’s going on with Head Boy Nott and his pet ferret? They
couldn’t stop staring at you.”

“I highly doubt they were staring, Ginny. Theodore and I are friends and roommates, and
Slughorn paired Malfoy and I together on a Potions project.” Hermione dropped the pretense
of looking through her bag.

“Uh huh. And tell me, does Theodore know what you look like when you co—”

“Ginevra Molly Weasley!” Hermione hissed, pressing her hand to Ginny’s mouth.
“Honestly!” Hermione cheeks burnt and she whipped her head around the corridor to ensure
they weren’t being overheard.

She slowly peeled her hand back from Ginny’s mouth who was grinning like the cat who got
the cream. “Why would you think that?”

“Only because of the slightly far-off simpering look you got when I brought the two of them
up. And Nott is now Theodore yet Malfoy is still Malfoy. Deductive reasoning,” Ginny said
with a shrug. “Plus, you do look like you’ve had a few good orgas—”

“Shh!”

Ginny cackled loudly as they descended the stairs towards their respective morning classes.
“Oh, this is brilliant. But really, are you shagging Nott, then? Or both? Merlin, please tell me
it’s both.”

At least she had the compunction to lower her voice. Hermione flushed at the candid,
intrusive question. Not only was she not shagging anyone, but the idea of both of them
together?

It made her want to squirm uncomfortably and clench her thighs together simultaneously. But
that was out of the question. She didn’t even know if she wanted to have sex with Theo, to
cross that line. And two wizards at once? It was so…tawdry.

So why was the image of being pressed between both of their firm, strong bodies making her
neck grow hot?
“Theo and I are…well, I said we’re friends, right? And he’s…we’re…”

“Fucking?”

“No,” Hermione insisted. “I haven’t even seen his, well, you know.”

“Cock.”

Hermione rolled her eyes. “Yes. But we’ve…done stuff.”

Ginny looked at her expectantly. “Hands? Mouth? Heavy petting? Did you finally use your
vibrator?”

With a deep breath, she channeled her inner sex-positive…whatever. This was nothing to be
ashamed about. “The first time was just with his hands. And then last night, he used his
mouth.”

“And?”

“And, well, it was…quite good.”

“Bullshit, Granger. Theo Nott looks like he knows how to fuck, you’re telling me it was just
quite good?”

Hermione groaned. “Fine, it was mind blowing, okay? Is that what you wanted to hear?”

Hermione’s face was burning up, embarrassed to be disclosing something so intimate, but
Ginny just gave her an impressed look before shaking her head.

“Yes, actually. I need to owl Harry, think I could get away with an overnight in Hogsmeade
this weekend?”

“Circe, Gin, don’t tell me when you’re going to actively break rules to shag my best friend.
And please don’t tell him about…Theo and me.”

“Who said anything about shagging? I plan on riding his face until I pass out, you and Nott
have inspired me. Don’t worry, I won’t tell him that you’re letting the handsome devil into
your knickers. That’s all on you.”

“Should you be thinking about another man like that?” Hermione didn’t know. She’d never
really had a proper boyfriend, but even when her and Ron were…something…he was
horrifically jealous of her mentioning other men.

Ginny waved her off. “Just because I’m committed to the team doesn’t mean I can’t look at
other players. Theo is fit, I’m happy for you. So, is it just physical, then?”

They were standing outside of the Transfiguration classroom, Hermione’s first class of the
day. She nodded, having told Theo as much last night after he made her come so hard she
saw stars. It was a perfunctory ‘I don’t really have time for a boyfriend, but I like what we’re
doing here’ non-conversation before she went off to bed.
“Hmm. Good for you, Hermione. Honestly, I’m a bit surprised but totally supportive.”

Hermione arched a brow at her friend. “Really?”

Ginny beamed and nodded eagerly. “Absolutely. Speaking of, here comes your silver-tongued
counterpart now,” she said with a nod over Hermione’s shoulder. “Hey, Nott.”

“Weasley,” Theo said politely as he sidled up next to Hermione. “Ready for class,
sweetheart?” He said as casually as he might have before Friday, before the context of their
relationship changed, but Hermione still felt herself blush.

Ginny arched a brow and gave her an impressed look, to which Hermione just rolled her
eyes.

“Bye, Gin, I’ll see you at lunch?”

“No can do, I’ll be up in the Owlery, inking my rather convincing love letter to the dear
Chosen One to pop up for a visit this weekend. Dinner?”

“Dinner, then,” Hermione said, giving her a quick hug before her fiery friend turned and
headed in the direction of her Charms lesson.

Hermione and Theo walked into the Transfiguration classroom, finding Professor Dagwood
had not yet entered. She turned away from Theo and chose a seat towards the front, but not
quite in the first row, expecting him to select one near the back as he’d been like to do in their
shared classes.

Instead, Theo dropped down in the seat directly next to hers.

“Not sitting in the back with Malfoy today, then?” Hermione asked without looking at him,
pulling her Advanced Transfiguration Volume IV out of her bag along with a notebook and
two quills.

“No, he’s assisting Sprout with something this morning. She said she’d write him a note for
missing this one and I told him I’d share the homework. Or maybe you could, since you’re
study partners and all?” Theo said with ease, turning sideways in his chair to give Hermione
a goading look.

Hermione rolled her eyes at the wizard, trying and failing to not feel affected with those moss
green pools she’d lost herself in just the night before.

“I’m sure he’d rather them from you, we’re only partners in Potions because of circumstance,
not choice.”

Theo squinted his eyes at her and opened his mouth as if he wanted to add to or refute that
statement but then closed his mouth and turned forward in his seat. It was over as quickly as
it happened, but it had unsettled Hermione just a bit.

Professor Dagwood came into the classroom just as the hour turned and quietly waved her
wand towards the blackboard, the day’s lesson appearing before them.
“Good morning, seventh and eighth years,” she began, jumping in from their previous lesson
where they reviewed the theories of living-being transfiguration, something they have been
practiced at for a few years now. They would be elevating the skill further into human
transformation.

As Dagwood made bullet points on the board from their last lesson, Theo slid a piece of
parchment on to her desk and tapped it twice with his wand. Hermione tilted her head
towards him with an arched brow while still keeping her eyes front.

From the corner of her eye, she saw Theo extract another piece of parchment and perform the
same double-tap and then pull out his quill. Words appeared on the parchment in front of her.

I can’t stop thinking about last night.

Hermione made a small squeaking noise, earning her a glare from Dagwood. She coughed
into her first and shook her head in apology.

She ignored Theo’s note and positioned her quill on her own parchment, re-writing the notes
on the board even though she’d already done extensive note-taking on the subject at hand.

Don’t ignore me, sweetheart…

The words appeared and Theo nudged her knee under the table, slouching down in his seat
and widening his stance so his leg was pressed against hers.

Hermione pursed her lips in a thin line, sliding the charmed parchment on top of her
notebook to make it seem less obvious that they were passing notes.

We’re in class, Theo. Pay attention.

She didn’t need the distraction from him, his presence alone was doing more than enough.

Last night while she was on the sofa, reading a Muggle fiction book and enjoying her
evening tea, Theo had slid into the space next to her and tugged on her curls.

“What are you reading?” He’d asked, and Hermione tried to feign annoyance for the
interruption, but the book turned out to be rather boring. And, admittedly, after he’d made her
feel so damned good on Friday night, she had specifically chosen the common room to read
instead of the privacy of her own room in a subtle hint that she wouldn’t be opposed to a
repeat.

You’re so distracting, though.

Hermione ignored the message, shooting her hand in the air when a question was asked about
the properties of trans-species transformation.

You smell like rosemary and mint and taste like honey and sin. It’s all I can think about with
you being so close to me.
He wrote the words as she was answering the question and Hermione was grateful that she
didn’t notice until after she’d finished speaking, because reading them back had her heart
pounding in her chest and the back of her neck growing hot.

Theo, please.

I do love it when you beg, sweetheart.

Hermione felt like her back molars were going to crack with how hard she was clenching her
jaw. Water, she needed water. It was too warm in the classroom.

She fished through her school bag and extracted the bottle she kept in there, taking greedy
swallows of it before using an Aguamenti to refill it. Merlin, Theo was going to be the death
of her, who was chuckling under his breath on her side.

Hermione had begged him last night, which in the moment did not seem out of place, but in
the light of day, being confronted with the memory was uncomfortable yet surprisingly
arousing. Her knickers were already getting damp at the thought.

Theo had started kissing the side of her neck after telling her to keep reading before his hands
skimmed her thighs and he asked, again, if it was okay.

She wasn’t sure if it was the intimate touch or the caring way he continually sought her
consent that made her more turned on, but Hermione had all but forgotten what sentence
she’d read last and tossed the book aside.

“Please, Theo,” Hermione had asked him when he had her horizontal on the couch, feet
planted on the floor, and her sleep shorts tossed across the room. His hot breath was ghosting
her center as his fingers were massaging her inner thighs.

Theo had spread her apart with his thumbs, eyes wicked and locked on hers as he licked a
slow path from her entrance to her clit.

She shouldn’t be thinking about it in class, reliving how he made her come three times with
his mouth and skillful fingers, drowning in the way he looked at her like she was a prize and
he’d won.

But suddenly it was all she could think about.

It was a small mercy that Hermione happened to be rather adept at the transfiguration
concepts they were learning, thanks to her self-bolstered education prior to the war, and that
they wouldn’t begin practicals until the next class.

The tip of her quill hovered under the words Theo had written.

I can’t stop thinking about last night, either.

Somehow the admission felt heavier being inked on parchment instead of if she’d spoken
them aloud, but Theo’s reaction had killed any embarrassment she might have felt.
Which part? My tongue in your cunt, or the way you rode my face like your own personal
Hippogriff?

Hermione blushed at his filthy words, but she was feeling emboldened. Either that, or turned
on, but she penned him back quickly.

Both. I didn’t know if I’d like that, but it was…incredible.

She grinned to herself and wrote another note.

I’d like to return the favor sometime.

Theo made a sharp inhale and dragged his hand over his face before he leaned forward with
his hand in his lap.

Don’t say things like that or I’m liable to skive off next class and find a broom closet just to
discover what color knickers you’ve got on.

She looked back up at Professor Dagwood to make sure they weren’t in danger of getting
caught, which thankfully, they weren’t. The tired Transfiguration professor made no notice
that the Head Girl and Head Boy were writing lascivious notes to each other.

Very unbecoming of you, Head Boy Nott. And for the record, my knickers are red.

Hermione enjoyed his reaction a bit too much, watching him lower his head to the table and
tap it lightly against the wood a few times.

“Mister Nott,” Professor Dagwood called out. Hermione stifled a gasp and looked at their
professor with wide, innocent eyes.

Theo cleared his throat and straightened up. “Yes, Professor?” His voice came out a bit
choked, and Hermione would have laughed if the precarious situation did not directly involve
her.

“Can you explain one of the key differences between human transfiguration and an
Animagus?” She arched a grey brow at him expectantly.

Clearing his throat, he sat up in his seat and put on an unaffected mask, except for the faint
pink tinting the apples of his cheeks.

“An Animagus can change form at will, and still maintains their human mind. Whereas
human transfiguration dilutes the transfigured’s mind into a state similar to whatever they’ve
been transformed into, losing some, if not most, of their advanced faculties, depending on the
creature.”

“Correct,” Dagwood said with a reluctant look of satisfaction. “The lesser-minded the
creature, the more challenging it is for the witch or wizard to have cognitive thought and they
become wholly reliant on the caster to reverse the spell.”
 Hermione bristled a bit at her comment about creatures being lesser-minded. Just because
they don’t have the same complex intellect of a human didn’t mean they were lesser. She
opened her mouth in protest, but Theo, to her surprise, beat her to it.

“If I may, Professor Dagwood? Lesser-minded implies lower intelligence, which is unfair to
sentient beings. Rather, the human mind would revert to the animalistic instincts of whatever
they’re transfigured into. For instance, a ferret wouldn’t be considered unintelligent, per say,
but a human transfigured into a ferret would subconsciously revert to ferret-like behavior.
Scurrying, hiding, climbing, as a simple example. Just because it isn’t what one would do as
a human doesn’t necessarily mean it’s not as intelligent.”

Hermione blinked at him, shocked that he would come to the defense of sentient beings even
in a small way, and noted the pointed reference to ferrets. Surely, he was referring to the
incident where Malfoy was transfigured into a ferret by the hands of a former professor. She
wondered what Malfoy had shared with Theo about that incident.

She also made a mental note to ask Ginny to not call Malfoy ‘ferret’ anymore, because in
actuality, it was probably quite a traumatic experience for him.

Dagwood paused for a moment, eying Theo carefully. “Very good point, Mister Nott. You are
correct, the theory and recorded accounts show that the human mind falls into the instinctual
behaviors of the being…”

She trailed off but Hermione had stopped listening, because the wizard beside her, who had
thrown her one of his trademark flirtatious winks, had left her speechless, and without even
getting her clothes off first.

Chapter End Notes

A/N: little hint at the eventual (obviously) Dreomione to come! We’re a bit Theomione
heavy right now…but, hold your breath because there WILL be some Dreo tension next
chapter. In the best (hopefully) way.

Also, we all need friends like Ginny.

 // Theo
Chapter Notes

content warning:

Referenced past child abuse, homophobia (Nott Sr is certifiable trash)

See the end of the chapter for more notes

By Wednesday, Theo was frustrated and wound tighter than a bowstring. When things started
between him and Hermione, he had these lovely, sexy, wonderful ideas of being able to get
under her skirt as often as she’d let him. And if their two meetings thus far and the naughty
little notes she’d finally engaged in during Transfiguration were any indication, she was
enjoying it as much as he was.

What he hadn’t accounted for was how bloody busy the two of them would be. She was very
adamant and steadfast about not shirking her duties as Head Girl, nor should he shirk his as
Head Boy, and with their combined NEWTs, they were incredibly bogged down.

On top of that, Theo had Quidditch.

He understood, completely—despite his penchant for being beneath Hermione’s skirt, he was
not a total slacker. Theo was studious and dedicated and it had always bothered him a large
amount when Greg and Vince would try and copy his homework during their younger years.

It was refreshing to share a space with someone equally, if not more, academic than he. Draco
too; Theo’d found himself sitting quietly on the sofa working on an essay while the two of
them worked on their Potions project just the night before.

Whatever it was between him and Hermione, it was refreshing. She’d been rather adamant
about the vague definition of their relationship a few nights prior before he buried his face
between her thighs.

“We should probably talk about the logistics,” she’d said with a whine as Theo began kissing
the inside of her knee. “I don’t—”

Her words were cut off by a moan as he nipped at the creamy flesh right near the hem of her
sleep shorts.

“I don’t have time for a boyfriend, so if you’re—”

“Stop fucking talking, Hermione. I understand what this is.”

And then Theo let her ride his face while he sucked and licked and savored every sweet drop
of arousal from her perfect cunt.

It was the ideal situation.

Even if, by his own insistence, he’d continued to only come by his own hand. Eventually,
though, he’d give in and let Hermione touch him. Theo just wanted her to be sure, more
confident and comfortable, before that happened.

Because, admittedly, he was worried about losing control. She was addicting, and if the way
she kissed or the way her pussy felt around his fingers was any indication, once his cock got
involved, he was going to have a hard time not driving into her like a madman.

Draco was definitely on to them, but there was something interesting happening between the
two of them as well.

Theo’d learned quickly that Hermione was compassionate, not that it was any surprise. She
seemed to be drawn to anyone and anything that was a little bit down-trodden or under
privileged…not that Draco was either of those things, but he was going through a challenging
time and had a hard time masking his vulnerability. Whether Hermione realized it or not, she
seemed to be pulled to it.

Draco Malfoy, despite his posturing, was a contemplative person. Thoughtful, quiet, a bit
subdued. He’d long since grown out of his peacocking phase that Theo had noticed he
adopted once they came to Hogwarts at age eleven, something he always knew was just for
show to prove his worth as a Malfoy.

But in actuality, that wasn’t Draco.

Whereas Theo had a tendency to be brash and loud and direct, Draco was subtle and cunning.
To Theo’s point, though, his outwardly forward behavior was due to being forced into quiet
boxes of being ‘seen and not heard’ as a child, for any attention was bad attention. When he
finally escaped the nightmare, it was like a complete one-eighty. He relished in making his
presence known.

Hermione seemed to like both versions, the stoicism and quiet Draco offered in contrast to
Theo’s direct nature.

He rather liked watching the two of them together, observationally, of course.

Wednesday night had ended with Draco fitfully on the sofa trying to get comfortable after
Hermione had already gone to bed. Theo knew, without his best friend telling him, that he’d
rather suffer on a sleeping surface that was a bit too short for his tall friend, a bit too narrow
for his broad shoulders, than sleep in the dormitory with the others. There hadn’t been any
incident, but again, Draco’s vulnerability was obvious to Theo.

It was a comfort for him, to not have to sleep with what Draco had deemed necessary locking
spells and wards around his four-poster. He still didn’t trust many people, Theo being one of
the few.
“Draco,” Theo said from the desk as he finished off revising his Charms homework. “My
neck hurts just looking at you. You can’t sleep there.”

Draco sat up, the blanket he’d been wrestling with pooling around his waist. “Why not?” He
frowned; his pale eyebrows furrowed in the middle.

“Because you’re six-foot-three and the sofa was not made to accommodate your size. At least
transfigure it into something more reasonable. I don’t want to hear you moaning during
practice that you can’t swing a bat because your shoulders are too tight.” Theo began packing
up his schoolwork.

Draco huffed and muttered under his breath and resumed punching a pillow into submission.

“Merlin, Salazar, and Morgana,” Theo said to the ceiling. “Just come fucking sleep in my
room.”

Draco froze and looked at Theo with a panicked expression. “No.”

“Why not? It’s not like we haven’t done that before. How many times did we have sleepovers
in your room as kids?”

“That’s not…” Draco paused with a wince. “It was different back then.”

“How is it—” Theo stopped, realizing what the issue might be. He wanted to express how
little he cared about what he assumed was Draco’s hesitation, but they had fallen into a space
where they weren’t talking about that particular thing.

“I like boys,” Draco said slowly. “I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.” Well, that was that
then. They were going to talk about it.

Theo pursed his lips. “It’s fine, I already told you I don’t have a problem with it,” he assured
him. Theo, admittedly, would not disclose how very little he had a problem with it, because
then that would mean examining the other side of the equation that leant itself to the growing
curiosity over it.

“Theo…” Draco was hesitating.

“You’re bi or queer or whatever, and I’m not,” Theo practically spat, asserting how very
much not-gay he was. “It’s not a big deal. It’s not like you’re going to try and shag me in my
sleep.”

Draco’s face turned a light shade of pink before he shook his head fervently. “You know I’d
never do that. I know you’re not…it’s not like that, Theo.”

“I know,” he reaffirmed. “Draco, I know. So just get your arse in my fucking bed, won’t
you?”

Theo turned and headed towards his room, leaving the door open in invitation for Draco to
join him. Honestly, he didn’t need to make a big deal out of it.
It wasn’t a big deal, two grown men sharing a bed. Not at all, especially if Theo didn’t think
too hard about it.

He didn’t think too hard at all, not when he climbed into his large bed, settling in the middle
before shuffling over to the left side when Draco walked in slowly. He didn’t feel an ounce of
disappointment or confusion when Draco peeled back the covers on the right before lowering
him self down and grabbing a pillow to erect some sort of barrier between them.

This was fine, perfectly normal. They were best friends. Draco wasn’t going to try and do
anything, because he knew Theo didn’t like boys. And Theo didn’t have a problem with
Draco liking boys, whatsoever. He could fuck whoever he wanted, suck whoever’s dick he
wanted.

Theo continued not thinking hard about the memory of Draco on his knees nor did he think
about the weird little seed of envy thinking about other blokes Draco might engage with.

Because that would mean Theo might not be entirely straight, and Theo was, one hundred
percent, not interested in boys.

He’d considered the possibility, just once. He was fourteen.

Theodore Nott senior had a ‘business associate to entertain’ which was code for some Greek
woman he had been sleeping with. She came to stay at Nott Manor for a few weeks over the
summer and brought her fifteen-year-old son along.

Alastair. He was kind and tall and olive skinned with dark hair and flew around the orchards
with Theo while their parents did whatever adults did behind locked and warded doors. They
played chess and Exploding Snap and found all kinds of trouble to the ire of the house elves.

And one night, they were watching the stars on the back lawn, Alastair grabbed Theo’s hand
and slipped his fingers between his own.

Two nights later, he stole a kiss. A small one, on the corner of Theo’s mouth, in the library.

Toddy, his father’s elf, had immediately ratted him out. He’d been lurking in the shadows of
the library and saw Alastair pull Theo closer by the hip before pressing his lips against
Theo’s skin, the slight stubble he’d begun to grow scratching at his own smooth cheek.

Alastair and his mother were gone before the sun came up, and Theo wasn’t able to get out of
bed for two days. His father, to his credit, always preferred to use his fists for punishment
instead of cruel, painful magic. That meant the beatings lessened the older Nott Senior got.

Still, the elves were explicitly forbidden to provide him with any comforts of healing like
spells and potions.

Theo had wanted to cry, and curse Alastair for being so stupid as to think he could just kiss
Theo. He was not gay. That was horrid and disgusting and unnatural, those were the words
repeated over and over again while his father assailed his teenaged body.
So, no, while Theo did not have a problem with Draco being attracted to other boys, Theo
couldn’t think too hard about it.

Even though sleep refused to come to him, with his tall, objectively handsome best friend
was already out like a Nox and breathing deeply.

Eventually, Theo succumbed to sleep, surrounded by the faint, familiar, comforting scent of
apple and cloves and what he could only describe as the wind on a clear, sunny day, thinking
nothing of Theodore Nott Senior or Alastair or beatings or horrors.

It was only Draco.

When he woke the next morning, it took a few moments to realize where he was, who was in
his bed. Because instead of his face buried in a pillow, his nose was being tickled with soft
blond hair and instead of feeling his fingers flex against the soft, downy of his duvet, they
were brushing against a faint stretch of skin on a firm, muscular abdomen.

At some point during the night, the pillow-barrier had been moved out of the way, and Theo
found himself almost, not quite, spooning Draco. He wasn’t sure which one of them had
initiated it or if they simply both fell closer into the middle of the bed during sleep, but he
was very much laying on his side with one arm draped over Draco’s middle.

Draco’s shirt had ridden up enough so Theo could feel the warmth of his bare skin against his
hand, his cold foot resting against Theo’s ankle.

They were barely touching, still a bit of space between Theo’s chest and Draco’s back, but he
could feel the heat radiating off of his bedmate. He was almost frozen on the spot, until Draco
made a small incoherent noise and his head burrowed into the pillow, assailing Theo’s
olfactory sense with his fucking apple shampoo, and making his morning wood throb
painfully.

Morning wood was normal, usual. It had nothing to do with who was currently, innocently, in
his bed.

His fingers twitched, thumb brushing against Draco’s stomach minutely.

Draco moved, a small shift of his hips, unconsciously brushing against Theo, causing him to
suck in a breath. He must have woken up.

The two of them sprang apart like they’d just been caught doing something horrific. Theo sat
up and pooled the blankets around his waist to hide what his pajama bottoms would clearly
advertise otherwise. He looked down at the covers, face burning.

Draco coughed and Theo stole a look at his friend who had his back to him, sitting on the
edge of the bed with his fists gripping the duvet tightly.

“Sorry,” he rasped, voice thick with sleep. “That was…I didn’t…”

“It’s alright,” Theo admitted, surprising himself. It’s not like Draco had been wrapped around
Theo. “Must have just shifted in my sleep.”
 “Right,” Draco said, and the room felt heavy with the awkward tension. “Fuck, I should have
stayed on the sofa.”

“No, really, Draco. It’s fine,” Theo emphasized. He couldn’t convey just how fine with it he
was, because he wasn’t sure if when the realization crept in and he’d had his morning tea and
wasn’t half asleep, he would feel so alright with it.

It was just…unexpected. The cuddling, the closeness, how much Theo didn’t hate it. It was
hardly different than when they were kids and would fall asleep on the floor in his room after
too many sweets, telling epic regaling tales about how they were going to grow up to be both
the world’s most powerful warlocks (in a non-evil Dark figure kind of way) and the greatest
Quidditch players known to man.

Draco was…Draco. His best friend.

His best friend who was slowly turning towards him with a pained look. Like he was
internally warring with himself, the guilt etched so plainly on his face.

Theo had the urge to hug him, to cuff him on the side of the head, or tell him to get over
himself, he wasn’t sure which. He didn’t do anything wrong. There was nothing inherently
wrong with Draco, even if he liked boys and found himself cuddling a boy in his bed.

Attraction to a specific gender didn’t mean that he was attracted to everyone with a…oh,
maybe that’s what this was about.

He wouldn’t ask. They could just pretend nothing happened, right? Maybe Draco fancied
Theo. He was, by all accounts, a handsome man.

At any rate, the air had shifted beyond awkward and had moved into painfully
uncomfortable.

“Shower,” Theo blurted, jumping from the bed, not even bothering to grab a change of
clothes. It’s not like it would be the first time Hermione would have seen him in a towel, nor
Draco.

Hermione. Shit.

In the midst of Theo’s internal panic about what if, just maybe, he wasn’t wholly opposed to
the idea of a male body in his bed, even just for some almost-spooning…he’d forgotten about
the witch next door that he was very enthusiastically engaging with.

Oh, Merlin’s fucking saggy ballsack. This day was off to a horrid start.

Chapter End Notes

Theo is in denial, we know. He’s getting there, I PROMISE.

And we get to explore a bit of Hermione and Draco’s dynamic next chapter… :)
 // Draco

There was the slightest possibility that Draco was avoiding Theo. Okay, a very strong
actuality that Draco was avoiding Theo. He knew he shouldn’t have taken him up on his offer
to share the bed. The couch would have been fine.

But there was a small, selfish part of Draco that liked the idea of sharing a bed with Theo,
even if he did the polite and honorable thing to put a pillow between them. A pillow that was
discarded sometime during the night and led Draco and Theo to sink towards the middle of
the bed at some point.

He was half-asleep still when he realized that Theo’s arm was around his waist and while he
didn’t have all of his faculties about him yet, Draco had definitely felt something when he
accidentally brushed against Theo’s middle.

Hence the avoiding. Draco really didn’t want to give Theo the wrong idea, or the right idea as
it were, because Draco was painfully, extremely attracted to him and it had only continued to
grow. Watching Theo fumble and rush out of the room didn’t confirm Draco’s thoughts that
Theo didn’t feel the same way. If anything, it opened a new lens of observation…was there a
chance that Theo was at least a little curious?

That line of thought was dangerous, and he knew that even if Theo wanted to explore any
inclinations, Draco couldn’t push him. Theo would need to come to terms with it on his own,
if he ever did. Until then, Draco would just figure out how to exist around him.

Which currently meant watching Theo have breakfast with Granger at the Gryffindor table
while he feigned needing to speak with Johnstone about Quidditch, debating asking Professor
Sprout for another special assignment to keep him out of class, to no avail, and spending
lunch in the library under the guise of needing to do research.

Theo didn’t seem to be put out by his sudden absence, saying he had Granger to keep him
company. Draco noticed the extra attention he’d been giving her that day, a small finger
twirled around one of her curls, a little shoulder nudge that caused her to blush furiously,
flirtatious little winks. He was putting on a show, one that would only be so blatantly obvious
to Draco himself.

Whatever was happening between the two of them, they were clearly not dating publicly, but
that didn’t stop Theo from making his interest in her obvious.

During Quidditch that evening, the second to last try-out practice, Draco pointedly kept
flying back over to Johnstone for feedback, another avoidance tactic.

Theo frowned at him when Draco held up a T with his hands mid-volley session and the
Bludger went careening off towards the Chaser doing scoring drills.

“Malfoy,” Johnstone said with a slight sigh. It was bitingly cold, and his cheeks were wind
burned and pink.
“Just wanted to check on my form, Captain,” Draco said.

“Since when do you care so much about form? Last, I recall, you simply demanded your spot
on the team and didn’t give a damn about critique.”

Draco shrugged nonchalantly. “New position, new year, call it personal growth.”

Johnstone rolled his eyes. “You and Nott have the jobs, don’t play stupid. Our last two
beaters left last year and our only other prospects are those twiggy little second years. Selwyn
can barely lift the bat. Go back out and get some more hits in with Nott, you two have a good
dynamic. Get some tandem drills in while you’re at it.”

Pride flooded Draco, even though his weak excuse to be anywhere else but where Theo was
at had been dashed. Even if they were only going to be Beaters by default because they were
far bigger than the others trying out, it was something he’d earned on his own.

His father didn’t even have to bribe the team first.

Deciding at some point he’d have to try and resume normal behavior around Theo, he flew
over to his friend and shared the good news. Theo whooped and did a backwards loop-the-
loop on his broom before wildly swinging his bat around and they went into the tandem
drills. Everything felt right and good and normal.

Practice had ended and Draco paused briefly when they went to the locker room to change.
Luckily, there were plenty of others in the room so Draco didn’t have to think too hard about
Theo, naked, in the showers…again.

They cleaned up and dressed quickly, heading back up to the castle with their gear in their
bags, laughing and joking with the rest of the Slytherins.

He felt lighter, a gentle reminder of what his early years at Hogwarts had been like, before
everything was cloaked in Darkness and things began to escalate, before his expectations of
rising through the ranks as a Malfoy were pressed upon him like the weight of a thousand
bricks.

It was temporary, he knew, because there was no shortage of people who still walked these
same corridors that wanted him in prison or dead, and life outside of the protection of
Minerva McGonagall wasn’t going to be easy, either.

His tumultuous feelings about Theo aside, Draco basked in pretending, just for a bit, that he
was a normal wizard, playing his favorite sport with his best friend and all was good in the
world.

“Hello, sweetheart, did you miss us?” Theo singsonged when they walked into his common
room.

Granger gave him a wide grin and then dipped her head when she saw Draco standing behind
him. “How was practice?”
“Good,” Theo said enthusiastically, sliding onto the sofa right next to Granger, arm draped
over the back and fingers toying loosely with her curls. She brushed him off and started
organizing her books and parchments into her bag. “Johnstone said we’ve all but made the
team! But the final rosters won’t be announced before Saturday.”

“Oh wow!” Granger dropped a quill and turned to face Theo, wrapping him in a brief yet
familiar hug. “That’s wonderful. Both of you, then?” She was asking Draco directly.

He nodded, unable to fight his grin at her excitement for him. Never did he imagine that
Granger would be looking at him with such naked, pure joy.

“That’s lovely, well done you two. Although Beaters are the most barbaric in that damned
sport, that’s quite the accomplishment. If you’d like to stay behind and celebrate, I can
probably get started on our potion alone?”

They had made plans to work on their potion in one of the student labs that evening after
practice, as it was the first night of the new moon which was critical for brewing. “No, that’s
fine, I won’t make you do it alone. Partner integrity is very important to me,” Draco teased.
Plus, it gave him yet another excuse to not have to be alone with Theo without needing to
head to his own dorm.

“Party this weekend, though! In the common room,” Theo said with a decisive nod.

“What? No, Theo, we can’t have a party. You’re Head Boy.”

Theo rolled his eyes. “Right, like the lions never got a bit raucous whilst you were their
swotty Prefect? We’re having a party.”

Granger seemed to know better than to fight him on it, because once Theo set his mind to
something, he absolutely would do exactly what he intended to do.

She gave him a brief, quiet goodbye, Draco noting both of their awkward countenances as
Theo tugged on her wrist and she shook her head, offering a little half wave instead.

It took him about twelve steps out into the corridor for him to ask her about it.

“Are you and Theo dating?” Draco blurted and her steps faltered.

“No,” Granger said after a brief pause, straightening her shoulders.

He waited for her to expand but that seemed to be the end of it, at least on her end. “Really,”
Draco drawled, “so the obvious flirting is…what? For fun?”

“We’re not obvious, are we?” Granger asked and then swore under her breath as she realized
what she just admitted. “We’re not dating. We are, however, erm,” she trailed off and Draco
caught the vibrant red coating her cheeks.

“Shagging.”
“No! Keep your voice down,” she dropped hers to almost a whisper. “No, we’re not shagging
either. We’re just…fooling around I suppose. I’m surprised he hasn’t told you.”

Draco wasn’t sure if it was jealousy necessarily in his chest, or a mild curiosity. “Was he
supposed to? It seems as though you’re trying to keep things under wraps. And before you
send yourself into a panic attack, you’re not obvious except to me. He’s my best mate,
remember?”

They made their way to the ground floor and headed towards the dungeons. “No, well, I
didn’t explicitly ask him not to tell you, but yes, we’re not really advertising it. It’s casual.”

“Physical,” Draco added.

“That too,” Granger said with a shrug. “I’m exploring.”

That admission truly surprised him. Granger had always given him the impression of a major
stick up her arse, and had assumed that she was maybe nursing a small crush on Theo, which,
who could blame her, and he was simply charming his way into her knickers. Aside from the
fact that Theo was a complete slag and Granger was a bit stuck up, they probably were fairly
compatible.

“What, nothing to add to that?” Granger asked a bit derisively.

Draco shook his head and opened the door to the potions lab to begin brewing their
Veritaserum. “Nope. Theo’s a catch. Far be it for me to judge what you do with your spare
time or with whom. Which, for the record, I’m not judging.”

Granger set her bag on the bench and summoned a cauldron before pulling up the notes they
had taken last time they met. “Not judging me, or not judging him?”

“Why would I judge him?”

She shrugged before adding water to the cauldron to bring to a boil. “Can you grab the
powdered moonstone? And well, it’s no secret how you’ve regarded me over the years,
Malfoy. Just curious if it’s not a personal offense to your sensibilities that Theo and I are
involved.”

The words were said with an air of aloofness, like Granger didn’t quite care if Draco was still
a blood purist bigot, but there was a slight waver in her voice that told him she did care.
There was always this sense about her that she wanted to believe the good in people, but was
walking on eggshells waiting for the other shoe to drop.

For people to show their true colors.

Draco began adding the first ingredient to the potion once the water was boiling, per their
meticulous notes, and edged just a bit closer to Granger, to gauge her reaction.

“None of that matters to me anymore,” he said softly. “It hasn’t, for a while, actually.”

“Is that your way of apologizing to me?”

“No, it isn’t. But I do owe you more than a thousand apologies, I’m sure.”

Granger stirred the cauldron thoughtfully as Draco slowly added the powdered moonstone.
“You’re right, you do. I’m also being a bit defensive, which isn’t fair.”

Draco snorted, almost spilling the moonstone which earned him a frightening glare from
Granger. “I think you being fair to me is something I’ve never deserved, nor do I expect to
earn it. Granger, by all accounts you should hate me.”

It seemed they were jumping right up to their necks in this long overdue conversation.

“Probably,” she said perfunctorily, checking the notes again. They had a moment to let the
moonstone dissolve before moving on to the next step. “I grew tired of being angry and hurt a
long time ago, though. It doesn’t serve me to hold on to it, and I much prefer giving people
the opportunity to prove themselves.”

Draco scoffed before laughing. “Was this a test, then, Granger? Goading me into saying some
shit about your blood status, to prove to yourself whether or not I was still prejudice?”

She crossed her arms over her chest and smirked at him. “Maybe. Like I said, the opportunity
is always there.”

“You’re a bit wicked, you know. Positively snake-like tactic,” Draco chuckled and shook his
head.

Granger shrugged, moving back closer to the cauldron for the next stage in the brew. “Yes,
well, Theo has been rubbing off on me.” She added a suggestive wiggle of her eyebrows and
Draco lost it, barking out a surprised laugh.

“Merlin, Granger!” Draco said. “Who knew you were such a little minx?”

“You’re not the only one who’s looking to change, Malfoy,” she said earnestly. “I think
maybe we both got a bit stuck somewhere between being who we’re supposed to be, and who
we want to be.”

Draco wanted to argue with her, to sneer and remind her that being the Golden Girl can’t
have been all that bad, but he didn’t have it in him. Two years ago, he would have. Or he
would have made a disgusting remark about her blood status and how she should know her
place in the world.

But there was something in her voice that called to him, a similar sense of displacement.
Heavy lies the crown, it seemed.

They lapsed into a comfortable silence, working shoulder to shoulder to finish brewing the
Veritaserum. Once it was cooled, they needed to strain it, stopper it, and let it sit in a cool,
dark place for an entire month. They wouldn’t know if they were successful until then, which
was one of the more frustrating parts of complication potions brewing.

He rather liked working with Granger. While until recently, he was still convinced she hated
him, or at least strongly disliked him, she never let those feelings bleed into her schoolwork.
She took meticulous notes and always seemed genuinely surprised, in a good way, when he
offered a thoughtful or engaging comment.

After spending years studying with the likes of Potter and Weasley, he imagined she might be
a bit lacking in the competent schoolmate department.

In the solitude of the dungeon, Draco found himself watching her carefully. While their
potion cooled, she pulled out her Charms text and immediately began working on their recent
homework, not wasting a second of time on her studies. Her tenacity was remarkable.

He also found himself appreciating the way her nose crinkled when she was deep in thought,
chewing a bit on the end of her quill and smearing ink along the side of her palm when she
wrote too quickly to let it dry properly.

Draco could almost count the freckles on her nose, decipher the tiny huffs and mutters under
her breath as she revised lines she had written. Smell the faint hint of rosemary and mint that
was radiating off of her, more-so when the dungeon grew a bit warm and he could see the
smallest sheen of sweat under her temples.

Merlin, she was pretty. Really fucking pretty. He’d noticed it before, but it was almost
staggering now, now that he knew she maybe, almost, didn’t hate him.

When he realized he’d been watching her like a fucking creep, he checked the potion. “I
think it’s cooled,” he said, voice a bit hoarse. “We could probably stopper it.”

Granger’s head shot up from where she was bent over her parchment and looked between the
cauldron and Draco. “Oh, well, yes, let’s then.”

They stored their potion properly and made their way back to the common room, well after
curfew, but with the Head Girl and a note from Slughorn, it was unlikely they’d encounter
any trouble.

As they retraced the path from earlier, Granger spoke up.

“Can I ask you a question?”

“You just did.”

She huffed and it was a little bit adorable. “Okay, well, I’m going to ask you a question. You
need not answer, if it’s too forward, but well…”

“Out with it, Granger,” Draco said with amusement.

“What’s going on with you and Theo? You slept in his bed last night.”

Draco hadn’t been expecting that. “I…” he paused. “Nothing. It was either his bed or the
sofa. I don’t really care for my dorm.”

She gasped and tugged on his arm. “Did something happen? Tell me names and we’ll make
sure they’re punished. That’s unacceptable!”
He appreciated how quickly she jumped to his defense. “Calm down, Granger. Nothing
happened. Longbottom actually approached me the first night and said that he wouldn’t let
anything happen either, which was oddly endearing. But I just feel…more secure.”

Draco turned forward, continuing to walk as to not let Granger see his brief bit of
vulnerability.

Her footsteps hurried behind him. “Well, Neville is a good person. I trust him explicitly. But I
suppose I understand. Theo is a comfort for you. So, nothing’s going on there?”

“Why do you ask?” His hackles were beginning to raise.

Granger hummed under her breath. “You’re not the only observant one.”

Draco groaned. “Merlin, no, Granger. It’s not…I don’t…” he was getting flustered which did
nothing to dissuade the line of thought she was having about the two of them. He sighed and
hung his head, deciding he was going to do something he never would have imagined doing
before.

He was going to trust Granger.

“There’s nothing going on between Theo and me. But, well, if you must know, I fancy him. A
fair bit, actually.”

“Oh,” was all Granger said in response. He suddenly felt floods of shame and embarrassment
until she spoke again. “You’re gay?”

“Not gay. Bisexual. Theo is the only one who knows, actually, so maybe keep that under
wraps. There’s enough ammunition for people to spew at me. I’m not ashamed, but self-
preservation is self-preservation.”

They resumed walking. “Okay then. And Theo isn’t…?”

“Would it bother you if he was?” He hedged, realizing they were treading into far more
dangerous territory than conversations about their previous history.

“No, I don’t think so. But you say he isn’t?”

Draco shrugged. “It’s not for me to say.”

“Does it bother you then, that Theo and I are…” she waved her hand around in a vague
gesture.

“No,” Draco said, entertaining a brief thought of the two of them together. “And it doesn’t
bother you that I have feelings for him? Or if he were to return those feelings?”

“We probably shouldn’t be having this conversation without Theo,” she said on a breathy
exhale, and Draco noted the crimson on her cheeks. It wasn’t in embarrassment or anger,
though, which was…curious.
“You’re probably right.”

“Does he know you fancy him?” she asked as they were outside of their common room.

Draco shook his head. No, Theo hadn’t the faintest idea, he didn’t think. Nor would he tell
him, just as he wouldn’t admit to anyone, least of all Granger, that he was very quickly and
rapidly growing attracted to her as well. It was a cosmic punishment, he thought, catching
feelings for his best friend and now his former enemy who was shagging his best friend, and
not being able to act on them.

“No,” Draco said with a resigned sigh and they entered the common room. He opted for his
own bed that evening, deciding he was due for a bout of moping and cursing all of the ways
he’d earned this lot in life by his own actions. Everyone was entitled to a bit of self-pity.

“Going to yours, then?” Granger asked as he headed towards the opposite stairs.

“Yeah.” He raked a hand through his hair. “Can’t have the Gryffindor brigade thinking I’m
soft or anything for hiding out in your room.” Draco offered her a wry smile.

“Right,” she said, returning the grin. “Well, good night, Draco.”

The realization of how monumental the evening was with Granger sunk in as he was lying on
his four-poster, his typical locking and silencing spells around the drawn curtains. It was
subtle, and yet, it felt like they had covered acres of ground in one simple evening.

And she had called him Draco.

He liked that.
 // Hermione
Chapter Notes

We now return you to the previously promised smut.

See the end of the chapter for more notes

To Hermione’s surprise, the party Theo insisted on throwing wasn’t as big as she had been
anticipating. He limited it to the eighth-year students only, in a mock display of propriety as
Head Boy saying he didn’t want to encourage students out of bed after curfew.

There was likely some partial truth to that, and the fact that Hermione had asked him nicely
to not let it get too out of control after giving him a hand-job.

That was far more accurate, as Hermione had finally learned how amendable he could be
after he came.

He had been lying in her bed when she asked, fucked out and blissed, having been brought
there by her doing because she had woken up with a desperate ache for him.

“Theo?” She called from her room with the door open when she had heard him getting up for
the day. Hermione had already confirmed Draco wasn’t there, having spent only spent a few
additional nights in their room. Incidentally, he was still sleeping in Theo’s bed whenever he
did skip out on his own dorm.

“Yes, sweetheart?” Theo returned from the common room.

“I need your help with something, please,” she said, trailing her hand down her naked chest.
Something about fooling around with him had awoken a confidence she didn’t realize she
had. Hermione wasn’t a wallflower, by any means, but sex was an area she didn’t know she
could be good at, let alone learning to embrace her sexuality.

Theo, however, more than encouraged it. She begun to obsess over the hungry look in his
eyes whenever he got his hands on her, and it wasn’t a secret whatsoever that she responded
oh so well to his praises.

Hermione liked being Theo’s good girl, but she had intentions of being bad that morning.

“What do you need, my—oh Merlin, Hermione. You witch,” he said with a wicked grin,
crossing the room quickly and descending on her when he saw her naked except for her lacy
knickers lying atop her bedcovers.

Theo wasted no time, trailing his mouth down her throat and over her breasts before kissing
her stomach and her hips and thighs around the hem of her underwear.
“Is this what you needed help with, sweetheart?” He said in a hungry voice as he traced her
slit over the lace, finding her wet already.

Hermione nodded and gripped his wrist to guide him under the garment, where she wanted
him most.

“Well, who am I but to oblige a witch in need?”

He fucked her with his fingers, two of them pumping in and out of her, and the burning
stretch of him filling her had her teetering on the edge almost embarrassingly fast.

“Come for me, gods you’re so good like this,” he’d whispered in her ear as his thumb found
her clit. Through several rounds of him making her come by his hand, he figured out the
exact ways to make her fall apart quickly. Sometimes, he drew it out, teasing her with only
the lightest of pressures while his fingers worked excruciatingly slow, but she had already
woken up wet and aching for him, so he took that as indication that she didn’t want to be
draw it out.

“Oh fuck, Hermione,” Theo hissed, grinding himself into her mattress. He was hard, she
knew it. “Gods your cunt, so tight…fuck, I can feel you clenching,” he gritted out against her
throat as she gasped and moaned through her orgasm, barreling through her at a rapid pace.

“Fuck, Theo, Theo!” She whined, rocking her hips to get just a little bit more friction until
the touch became unbearable as her orgasm crashed over her and slowly subsided.

“I don’t know if I’ve ever gotten a witch off so quickly,” he said with a chuckle, pulling his
fingers from her cunt and maintaining eye contact as he slowly licked them clean.

That almost had Hermione ready for a second round, but she had other plans that morning.
Despite how often and how well he got her off, she still hadn’t seen his cock or repaid the
favor.

“Let me,” she whispered against his mouth, turning them so he was flat on her mattress, and
she was kneeling between his spread thighs.

“Hermione, you don’t have to,” he choked out before she ran a palm tentatively along the
bulge in his sweatpants.

“I know,” she hummed, leaning forward to kiss him on the mouth as her hand continued to
explore his length. He was big. If they ever did end up having sex, she would have to work
up to taking him. Two fingers were already a stretch.

Theo’s next protest died on his lips as Hermione slipped her hand beneath the waistband of
the grey material and under his snug boxer briefs, feeling the warm, velvety flesh of his cock.

“Oh,” she breathed as Theo hissed when her hand wrapped around it. She slowly pumped
him from base to tip, noting how he moaned softly when she squeezed near the head.

Hermione had an insatiable desire to see it, once she knew what it felt like.
She scrambled back down to kneel between his knees, biting her lower lip as she worked his
sweats and boxers down.

“Fuck, if you don’t stop looking at me like that,” Theo warned, his eyes blown so wide she
could barely see a hint of his green irises.

He lifted his hips as she exposed him and Hermione finally looked at what she’d been
feeling. His cock rested against his abdomen, flushed and hard with a bit of clear fluid
seeping from the tip and Hermione’s mouth watered at the sight of it.

She never knew one could look so beautiful, but wow, Theo truly had a magnificent cock.
Everything about him was tantalizingly gorgeous. His shirt had ridden up so she could see the
ladder of his abs down to the cut v-shape between his hips, down to the tops of his strong
thighs.

Broom thighs, Ginny had always called them when she gushed over Harry’s physique.
Hermione understood it now, because Circe and Morgana, she was hooked.

“You’ll have to tell me what to do,” she breathed, leaning forward to take him in her hand
again. “What you like.”

Theo groaned and dragged his hands over his face. “What did I do to deserve this?” He
muttered to the ceiling. “Do you know how fucking hot it is knowing that I get to teach you
exactly what to do with my cock? Honestly, sweetheart, it’s a bit much for my ego.”

Hermione grinned and began pumping him slowly, thumbing the liquid at his tip and running
it down his shaft. Theo moaned in approval and encouraged her to do it again, telling her how
to twist her wrist and squeeze a bit at the tip.

“Spit on it, love,” he whispered, bucking his hips forward into her fist.

Hermione paused, a bit self-conscious, but then leaned forward, hovering her open mouth
over the red tip of his dick. She let a string of saliva trail out of her mouth and drip down the
top of him before sliding over the shaft and her fingers. She worked her hand slowly, feeling
the slick glide of her spit against the soft flesh of his cock and Theo made a choked noise.

“Fuck,” he whispered, “yes, fuck, like that.”

She picked up her pace, the sound of her stroking him echoing obscenely through the room,
and when her thumb brushed against the vein on the underside of his dick, right near the tip,
Theo jerked wildly.

“Do that again, yes, fuck you’re so good, sweetheart.”

Pleased with herself, Hermione kept going and Theo’s hips snapped upward to match her
pace. His hands were fisted in the sheets and his eyes were closed tight as he whispered
moans and praises. It was so hot, watching him come undone, knowing that she was doing it
to him.
Hermione clenched her thighs together and shifted to get a little friction, wondering what
would happen if she just pulled her knickers to the side and slid down on it before Theo
gasped erratically.

“I’m going to come, fuck, Hermione, Her—”

His words fell short on an almost whimper-like moan and his hand flew out to her wrist. She
wasn’t sure if he was trying to stop or or encourage her, but Hermione only stroked him
harder.

Theo came with a long, loud groan, white spurts of cum shooting out of his cock and coating
her hand, his stomach, and landing on his shirt. He shivered with sensitivity as she stroked
him one final time, grinning to herself at her ability to bring him fraction of the pleasure he’d
already delivered at his hands. And his mouth.

“Fucking hell, Hermione,” Theo said with his forearm thrown over his eyes. “Pass me my
wand, will you? It’s in the pocket of my sweats.”

She handed him his wand and he cast a quick Scourigify on himself, gesturing for her to hold
out her hand so he could give it the same treatment. Before doing so, Hermione grinned
mischievously at him and sucked her pointer finger into her mouth, swallowing the salty,
tangy taste of his cum before dragging the finger from between her teeth.

“Merlin’s fucking pants, that’s hot.” He grabbed her hand and cleaned the rest of it before
collapsing back on the bed.

Hermione rose and pulled on a dressing gown, knowing full well Draco could show up at any
moment and she was still only in her knickers, and headed to the bathroom.

“Theo, this party tonight won’t be too big, right?” She called after she’d fixed her hair and
cast a freshening charm on her mouth.

“Oh, you wicked little witch,” he laughed from her bed. “Did you do that on purpose, make
me come so I’d be agreeable to your demands?”

Hermione leaned against her doorframe, enjoying the view of the tall, broad, dark-haired
wizard laying against the pillows. “It hadn’t occurred to me, but if you’re amendable, well,
then I suppose I know just the trick to get what I want.” She gave him a playful shrug of her
shoulder.

“You snake,” he said with a shake of his head and a wide grin. “Promise, sweetheart, nothing
crazy.”

And he’d held true to that.

When she finally made her way downstairs after begging Ginny for help on what to wear for
the party, much to her friend’s dismay because she was not invited, she was surprised to find
the common room was full of energy, but only the eighth-year students.
The Patil twins were dancing along to a song on the wireless and Hermione immediately
spotted Neville and Hannah Abbot curled close on a sofa, bottles of butterbeer in their hands
and matching, besotted looking grins.

Those who had made their Quidditch teams were laughing loudly in the center of the room,
Michael Corner going as far as to wearing his kit robes as if there were a match earlier.

It warmed Hermione’s heart to see the inter-house relationships move so seamlessly. With,
one notable exception. Draco and Theo were standing by a table with refreshments, talking
casually. Whereas Theo would break away from conversation to engage with someone else or
pass along a drink, Draco seemed to only really interact with Theo.

Hermione just wanted to hug him.

“Hermione!” Theo yelled from across the room when he saw her coming down the stairs. He
grabbed a bottle of butterbeer and rushed over. “Sweetheart,” he said once he got close
enough to not be overheard, “you look fucking incredible.”

She blushed and did a small spin, showing off the short, form fitting black dress Ginny had
leant her. It ghosted the tops of her thighs but had lace overlay on the bodice that went down
to her wrists and up just below her collarbones. Enough to show off her figure, but still give
her plenty of coverage.

“You really did keep the party small,” she commented, taking a sip of the offered beer.

“I told you I would. Nary an underage student in sight, no one is technically breaking the
rules if you ignore the alcohol, which, there are stronger libations over there,” he gestured to
the table Draco was still standing beside, “it’s très exclusif.”

Hermione arched a brow at him. “You speak French?”

Theo shot her a wink and reached out to toy with the end of one of her curls. “Only enough to
impress the knickers off of a witch, why, is it working?”

“You’re incorrigible,” she rolled her eyes but could admit, that yes, Theo speaking French
would absolutely charm the pants off of her.

“I’m going to mingle a bit, why don’t you go hang out with Draco? He looks positively
vampiric over there.”

Hermione slipped away from Theo and smiled at Draco as she approached. She noticed the
way the corners of his lips kicked up slightly at her approach, and the blink if you miss it
action of his eyes raking over her body.

After their evening in the dungeons earlier that week, she felt herself even more drawn to
Draco. He was a complex person, she’d always gathered, but him allowing her glimpses into
his life was…magnetic. There were still a lot of things they needed to hash out, if they were
ever going to be friends in the long run, but if he was willing to accept her in his life via
Theo, then she would be willing to accept him.
Plus, he’d been so open about his sexuality, which felt significant.

“Draco,” she breathed when she got closer.

“Granger,” he gave her a smirk. “Will Theo hex me if I tell you how pretty you look
tonight?” The words were slightly slurred and now that she was close enough to see, his
cheeks were flushed, his tie was loose and the top two buttons of his shirt were undone. He
was definitely drunk, if not on his way there already.

“He doesn’t strike me as the possessive type,” she admitted. Draco’s eyes fluttered briefly as
he took a long swallow of the amber liquid in his glass.

“Careful when saying things like that, Granger,” he said in a low voice, stepping just a bit
closer. “I might be willing to test that theory.”

He was inches away from her, and while she hadn’t had anything much to drink, she
suddenly felt intoxicated, drunk on Draco’s presence and his scent. Whiskey, apple,
something crisp and cool. It was drugging.

Draco’s eyes flicked to her mouth and Hermione’s tongue peeked out to wet her lips before
she wrapped them around the glass bottle again, taking a slow sip.

He groaned and turned away from her. “You’re fucking dangerous.”

Hermione just raised a challenging brow at him, idly wondering where all of this forward
behavior had come from. It was one thing, her growing confidence with Theo, but it seemed
to be bursting out of her when it came to Draco as well.

She wanted to entice him, and while she knew she was playing with fire, she was willing to
get a little bit burned by his hand.

Hermione looked over her shoulder to see where Theo had gotten off to, only to find him on
the edge of the room chatting idly with Dean and Lavender. Lavender was batting her
eyelashes at Theo in an obvious attempt to get his attention, but the Head Boy was fixated on
her.

She immediately recognized the look in his eyes too, a dark, tempting expression as he stared
obviously at her and Draco. Hermione watched Theo excuse himself from the conversation,
earning a simpering pout from Lavender than went totally ignored. He stalked across the
room towards the two of them, grin growing with every step.

“Having fun, sweetheart?” He asked, trailing a knuckle down her cheek.

Hermione was suddenly overwhelmed by the sheer presence of both of them. Leather.
Whiskey. Spices. Apple. Two dangerously beautiful men, watching her like she was their
prize to claim. A rush of arousal shot through her at the thought of being claimed by both of
them.

“Lovely time,” she managed to speak, draining the rest of her beer. It was too hot suddenly
and she needed to put some distance between them. “I think I’ll go say hi to the girls.”
Hermione grabbed another butterbeer and moved away from the two wizards, feeling the
weight of their eyes on her backside as she shuffled over to where Padma and Parvati were
dancing, joining them to their delighted squeals.

Soon enough, the group grew around them and the rest of the girls were moving and swaying
to the music on the wireless, a few of the boys joining them. Hermione looked over towards
Theo and Draco, seated on a sofa, while Mandy Brocklehurst lifted her arm above her head
and spun her in a circle.

Their expressions were only growing more possessive, more desirable, which only spurred
her on. It wasn’t until Ernie Macmillan came up behind her with gentle hands on her waist
that something in them both snapped.

Theo flinched in his seat, ready to launch himself off of the couch while Draco’s hands balled
into fists. To Ernie’s credit, and probably his own safety, he simply moved Hermione to the
side and asked if he might cut in, pulling Mandy in to dance.

Hermione moved away from the group a bit, but then there were more hands around her
waist, a bit tighter this time. She would have panicked, had she not been clouded with Theo’s
familiar touch and his gravelly voice in her ear.

“Dance with me, sweetheart.”

She turned in his arms and he moved them to the beat of the music, arms close around her
middle and resting on the curve of her arse while hers were draped over his shoulders and
behind his neck. Hermione could tell Theo was holding back, but he kept inching their bodies
closer together so their chests and pelvises and thighs kept brushing against each other.

“Fuck, you look so good,” he murmured in her ear.

“So do you,” Hermione breathed out.

Theo ran his nose along her temple before turning his head towards where Draco was seated
on the sofa, still just watching them. The glass of whiskey he’d been nursing was held tightly
in his hand, drawing slow sips in appreciation of the two of them.

“Draco seems to think so too,” Theo muttered.

Hermione wanted to stop, to apologize or assure Theo that there was nothing between her and
Draco, but that wouldn’t be entirely truthful. She shouldn’t need to apologize. There was an
opportunity, it seemed, a self-indulgent one on her part, so she decided to press it a little bit.

Plus, she hadn’t gotten over the niggling curiosity about Theo and Draco together. Despite
Draco’s insistence that Theo wasn’t attracted to boys and Theo hadn’t admitted it himself,
Hermione just had a sense that maybe there was more to the story.

“Does that bother you?” Hermione turned his face back towards hers.

Theo’s eyes closed briefly as if he was thinking about his answer. “No, no I don’t think it
does.”
When the party began winding down, Theo made a loud announcement that he was going to
bed and to please not fuck up the common room. He swiped a bottle of firewhiskey and
tugged on Hermione’s hand to lead her up towards their room. Draco was close on their
heels.

Hermione was buzzed at this point, having switched to Veela-made gin and tonics later on the
night, and both boys seemed to be a bit intoxicated as well. Not stumbling drunk, but enough
to loosen all of their inhibitions.

When the door to their common room was shut, they were bathed in silence. Draco leaned
against the sideboard while Theo unstoppered the whiskey, taking a swallow straight from the
bottle.

Hermione held her hand out for the bottle next, but Theo held it just out of her reach, instead
pulling her in for a kiss and letting a bit of the warm, burning liquor pour into her mouth. He
licked a drop that had spilled out, trailing his tongue along the corner of her lips before
kissing her again.

“Go over to Draco, sweetheart,” he whispered in her ear, giving her a small shove.

She took a few steps away from Theo, still facing him with a questioning look in her eyes. He
responded with a smirk and a slow nod. Hermione turned and crossed the room to where
Draco was standing.

When she was close enough, she delicately ran her hands up his chest, feeling bolder than
ever, meeting his eyes.

“Hi,” she whispered.

“Hey princess,” Draco replied, placing his hands on her hips and drawing her in closer so
their fronts were flush against each other. “What are you doing?”

“Whatever I want,” she admitted.

Draco grinned and skated one hand up her spine to tangle in the hair at the base of her skull,
threading between the curls and tugging her head back. He eyed her mouth briefly before
slanting his head and pressing his mouth to hers in a slow, searing kiss.

He teased her lips, drawing his tongue along the seam and eliciting a small moan from
Hermione as his other hand moved lower to cup her arse. The hand in her hair angled her
head to deepen the kiss and their tongue met, a gentle caress that was all whiskey and apples.

Kissing Draco was different than kissing Theo, and if she had to choose between the two of
them, she knew she couldn’t. She wanted both of them, to kiss and touch both of them.

Theo made a low noise in his throat behind them and Hermione suddenly felt an extra pair of
hands on her body, tracing over the backs of her arms before gripping her and pulling her
away from Draco. Theo’s mouth was on hers in an instant, bruising in how he dominated her
with his kiss.
 She was sandwiched between them and Hermione wondered if she might combust from the
sudden onslaught of heady, potent need.

While Theo kissed her, Draco’s hands explored, ghosting the hem of her dress but not going
further, tracing the curve of her spine, caressing her rib cage under her breasts, anywhere he
could reach while Theo continued to pour everything into his kiss.

Hermione broke away with a gasp, her lips tingling and feeling bee-stung, and she could hear
her heart beating in her ears. When she looked between Draco and Theo, she found that their
eyes were not on her, but on each other.

Both of them had mirrored expressions that she couldn’t quite read. Possessiveness, want,
desire…she almost wondered if they were going to have it out and try to stake some sort of
ownership over her, like neither one of them would be willing to concede to the other.

Until Draco’s eyes flickered to Theo’s mouth and Theo’s throat bobbed with a heavy
swallow, and he was grabbing Draco by the shirt front and crushing his mouth against his.

Chapter End Notes

Back to back updates you say?? I couldn’t help myself because I had to get this chapter
out (and it’s a bit longer, for all the things). They kissed! Ah! They all kissed!

But Draco and Theo! My babies.

Don’t get too comfortable though, because there will be a bit more queer angst…there’s
no universe in which Theo just decides to kiss Draco and is suddenly okay with it (okay,
maybe there is, but not in this universe). So, be prepared for some heavy conversations
forthcoming about Theo’s upbringing and his trauma and internalized homophobia.

But they kissed. We call that progress.

And Hermione is a goddamn queen, owning her shit. She wants her cake and is gonna
eat it too. We love a sex positive badass.
 // Theo
Chapter Notes

Content warning:

Brief mention of past child abuse, panic attack of sorts (poor Theo has a rough moment)
and there is the presence of two harmful slurs against LGBTQ+ individuals (please note
the use of these terms or any harmful language does not reflect my personal views and
the language is abhorrent as is the past speaker using them, but if you read the tags, you
know we’re dealing with some heavy themes at times as they pertain to sexuality…and
unfortunately really shitty people exist).

Theo kissed Draco before he realized what he was even doing. He had been watching
Hermione during the party, and wasn’t blind to the looks Draco was giving her or the ones
she’d been giving him in return. He had expected them to kiss, especially when Theo told her
to go to Draco. He’d wanted it to happen, they both clearly did too.

Watching his friend’s strong hands grip her hair and cup her arse made something inside
Theo snap. Not in a possessive, ‘get your hands off of her’ kind of way, but because he
wanted to be part of it too.

And Salazar, Hermione was so pliant, such a good girl, she didn’t even question it. It was hot,
and images of Hermione taking Draco while she sucked Theo off, Theo eating her cunt while
she took Draco in her mouth, the two of them, pressed against her, inside of her, ran through
his mind erratically.

He had no intentions of kissing Draco.

Well, that wasn’t entirely true.

Once Draco’s mouth was on his, Theo practically melted under the feeling. Kissing a man
was so very different than kissing a woman. Both of them were clearly battling for
dominance, tongues and teeth and hands. Draco’s firm body felt like fire under Theo’s
fingers, such a contrast to Hermione’s soft curves. He skimmed his fingers along his jaw,
feeling the unfamiliar sensation of stubble and chiseled features.

Fuck, he wanted more.

Theo nipped at Draco’s lower lip, sucking it into his mouth as Draco groaned. He barely
heard Hermione’s tiny noises of either protest or arousal, he wasn’t sure, when he moved to
the side to press his body against Draco’s.
Draco moaned when Theo threaded his fingers into Draco’s hair and tugged, tipping his head
back so he could suck on the soft skin under his jaw. Draco’s hands were on Theo’s hips, and
Theo’s thigh was pressed against Draco’s front. He could feel his hard length in his trousers,
along with his own cock growing rapidly.

Gods, it was so sinful, so fucking good.

“Fuck, Theo,” Draco said roughly as Theo bit and sucked at his throat. “So, fucking good,
you have no idea.”

Kissing Draco was everything.

So much better, so much different than the small stolen kiss from Alastair.

Oh, fuck.

Theo wrenched himself away from Draco, heart beating in his ears, sweat forming at his
temples.

“No, no, fuck,” he whispered, tugging on the ends of his hair.

“Theo?” Draco asked, voice laced with panic. “Theo, hey.” He reached out a hand towards
Theo but he smacked it away.

“Don’t touch me!”

Draco’s face fell, a wounded expression taking over. He tucked his hands in his pockets and
stepped back, toeing the carpet.

“Theo,” Hermione’s sweet, soft, feminine voice called out to him. She reached out a hand
slowly, and Theo grabbed it like a lifeline, pulling her into his body.

He wrapped his arms around her, burying her face in her curls. Rosemary and mint, not apple
and cloves. Although, he could still smell Draco on her, but it wasn’t nearly as potent.

“Theo, darling, talk to us. Talk to me, please,” Hermione said against his chest and the dam
broke loose, a tear slipping down his face.

“I’m not…I can’t…it’s not right, it’s not right…” It was like he was stuck, back in his room,
trying to make himself as small as possible, to tense before every strike from his father.

Trying to drown out the berating, the way his father sneered the words fag and homo as his
fists connected with his body.

Crying, like he was still the same frightened little boy.

“It’s not right, he’ll find out. I can’t do it again, I can’t go back. It hurts, Hermione, it fucking
hurts.”
“Theo,” Draco’s voice came agin and it was like he was hearing it underwater. “Theo, fuck.
He’s dead. He can’t hurt you.”

“Theo, who’s hurting you?” Hermione sounded confused, the whole situation had gotten out
of hand. One minute, his cock was achingly hard and he was watching his best friend kiss his
girl, and then he was kissing his best friend. It was hot, Theo wanted more.

But Theodore Nott Senior couldn’t even let him have that, even from the grave.

Hermione was pushing against his chest, so he released his hold on her, not caring that she
saw his tear streaked face.

“Oh, darling,” she said softly, brushing her thumbs along his cheek. “Theo, it’s okay.”

“It’s okay,” Draco echoed, placing a tentative hand on his shoulder. Theo flinched, but
instead of pulling away, Draco squeezed. “Look at me, please.”

Theo wiped his eyes and turned to look at Draco. Still the same man, the same best friend
who put Theo back together every time he fell apart. Who took him into his home and helped
Theo think of creative ways to make his father’s life miserable, or who just sat there in
silence when it all felt like too much.

“Your father is dead, Theo. He can’t hurt you, he can’t punish you for how you feel. Don’t let
him dictate your life now. Don’t let him win.”

“He’s already won, Draco. Fuck! Don’t you see that? I’m so fucked, I can’t even admit to
myself how I feel! He’s fucking in here!” Theo jammed a finger against his temple.

Silent tears tracked down Hermione’s face and she took a step backward.

“Don’t leave,” he whispered to her, “please. I know, I’m sorry. This is so much; I’ve ruined
our night. But Hermione, sweetheart, please.”

He couldn’t explain why he wanted her close, if only to have her warm presence nearby.
Theo was a little afraid, of what would come out or what would happen if he was alone with
Draco right now.

Draco sighed and ran his hands down his face. “Theo, mate, you’ve not ruined anything. I
didn’t mean to push you, honestly. I…fuck, I like you, okay. More than my best friend. If
that’s not painfully obvious, then well, the secret’s out. But I swear to you, I’ll never put you
in an uncomfortable position like that again. This is my fault.”

Theo’s heart galloped in his chest again at Draco’s confession. He had a suspicion, and the
thought initially had made him uncomfortable, but it was quickly replaced with a heady sense
of pride. Draco liked Theo?

“No,” Theo finally croaked, meeting his friend’s silvery eyes. “No, don’t do that. I kissed
you, remember? I didn’t…I didn’t do anything I didn’t want to. It’s just so…” he tugged on
his hair again, feeling so fucking frustrated at how emotionally stunted he was being.
“I get it,” Draco said, and if anyone did, it would be him. “We can pretend this never
happened.”

“Whatever you need, Theo,” Hermione said, nodding through her tears. Fuck, he was a mess
and the two of them were just steadfast in their support. Draco, he understood and expected.
Seventeen years of friendship will do that.

But Hermione? Gods, she was a light he didn’t deserve, who barely knew him and yet was
throwing in with his lot without a question.

“I don’t want that,” he admitted. “But I think I need to be alone, right now.”

“Of course,” Draco said without hesitation.

Theo pulled Hermione into a hug, apologizing before pressing a kiss to her curls. She hugged
him back tightly, telling him there was nothing to apologize for.

He turned to Draco next who looked a bit hesitant. Theo sighed and pulled him in for a hug
as well. Draco tensed for a moment before he wrapped both of his arms around him, rubbing
his back gently.

“No matter what, Theo, you’re still my best friend. That’s not going to change, ever,” Draco
whispered.

Theo squeeze him tightly, wishing he could just pour every one of his thoughts into the
action, even if half of them didn’t make sense to himself. Still, the confidence in which Draco
reassured him that he’d always be there for him was the anchor he needed.

“I know.”

The two of them watched him with mixed expressions of concern and softness as Theo
disappeared into his bedroom. He cast a silencing spell and locked the door before he yelled,
sweeping everything off of his desk with his arm.

“Fuck!”

He was liable to pull his hair all the way out the way he kept tugging on it.

“Fuck you,” he yelled. “Fuck you, Father, you fucking piece of shit! You ruined me! Fuck!”

Theo dropped to his knees and started to cry.

“You fucking ruined me,” he said through the tears, softer this time. “You’re fucking stuck in
my head, and I can’t even…I can’t…” he couldn’t even say the words out loud.

He liked Draco.

Theo couldn’t definitively say if he was attracted to boys. Bisexual, pansexual, queer,
whatever label was clever…he didn’t know. But he knew two things for certain: he was
attracted to women, and he was attracted to Draco.
“I hope to every single god in whatever hell you’re rotting in, you saw me kiss him,” Theo
muttered, firstly feeling silly about speaking to his dead dad, until the tight, suffocating
feeling in his chest started to ease up. “And it was good, you homophobic piece of trash.
Fuck you for ruining my childhood, for worming your way into head, for taking out your
issues on a child because you were nothing but a weak, pathetic excuse of a man.”

Theo heaved another sob. “Fuck you for what you did to Mum. At least she got away from
you before you ruined her to badly, too.”

He curled up on the floor and cried, until there was nothing left.

Hours later, he awoke feeling groggy and stiff, and his throat was like sandpaper. Theo cast a
quick Tempus and saw it was two in the morning. He’d been asleep for hours.

The smart thing to do would be to just crawl into bed, but there was a heavy weight on his
chest because of Draco and Hermione. He wondered if Draco just went back to his own
dorm, or maybe he would be on that sodding couch that was too short for him.

Maybe he was in bed with Hermione. He wouldn’t blame either one of them if they did seek
comfort in each other after Theo’s freak out.

Slowly creaking the door open, he saw a lamp was still on in the common room. Draco was
seated on the couch, feet propped up on the table, with an open book in his lap. His head was
tipped back against the back of the couch and his mouth open, fast asleep.

Hermione was tucked under a gray blanket, curled up with her head on Draco’s lap and
Crookshanks at her feet. Draco’s hand was tangled in Hermione’s hair, and the picture of
them was so achingly tender, if Theo had more tears left to cry, he just might.

As much as he didn’t want to wake them, at the very least, he should send them off to bed for
the night.

Draco seemed to sense Theo’s approach as he wrenched one eye open, sitting up a bit when
he registered Theo standing before him.

Not wanting to wake Hermione, he settled on the armchair closest to Draco.

“Im sorry,” he whispered, drumming his fingers on the arm of the chair.

Draco shook his head. “You don’t have to apologize. To either of us. We get it. She might not
have grown up like we did, grown up hearing stories of what that man did to you,” he tilted
his head towards the still sleeping Hermione, “but my goodness if she isn’t the most
compassionate person I’ve ever met.”

Theo smiled, watching the steady rise and fall of Hermione’s shoulders. “She really is,
wonder what she’s doing with two fucked up blokes like us?”

Draco’s eyebrows climbed his forehead. “Honestly, I’m more surprised than you. She told me
about the two of you, by the way. I was happy to hear about it when she told me, even though
you two aren’t really…”
“Yeah,” Theo finished in a non-explanation of the undefined thing between him and
Hermione. Even before tonight, he noticed his feelings for her growing just a bit outside of
the edges of physical attraction.

“Yeah. Bit of an unexpected turn of events. Her and me, I mean.”

Theo shrugged. “I kind of like the idea of the two of you together, is that weird to admit?”

“No, I mean, well…without sounding too much like a creep, I, ah, kind of like the idea of the
two of you together too. For different reasons, I think, but, yeah.” Draco was blushing
furiously at this point, rubbing a hand along his jaw.

“Draco,” Theo said with a heavy sigh.

“No, mate, it’s good. Really, things got a little bit out of hand.”

Hermione stirred in Draco’s lap, picking her head up a bit and blinking a few times. “Theo?”

“Hey sweetheart,” he said softly.

“Are you alright?”

“Never better. Was just chatting here with Draco about you. Seems you’ve made quite an
impression on both of us.”

“Oh,” Hermione said, voice a little scratchy and thick with sleep. “Well, um, there’s a lot to
unpack there, I think.”

“No, princess, it’s fine,” Draco said fondly, brushing a curl behind her ear. “We’re fine.”
Theo wondered what they had discussed while he was having his meltdown in his room.

“We’re not,” Theo blurted, summoning the confidence to say what he needed to say.
Hermione sat fully up, tucking her legs underneath her. “Draco, I…I’m not gay.”

“I know,” Draco said plainly, although the disappointment briefly flashed in his eyes.

“Just listen, let me get this out, okay?”

Draco nodded and Hermione placed a gentle hand on Draco’s thigh, giving Theo an
encouraging nod.

“I’m not gay. Maybe I’m…fuck, I don’t know. I’m really attracted to women, obviously,”
Theo said with a hand thrust in Hermione’s direction. “But I think…no, I know, I’m attracted
to you too. Can’t say the same for the whole male population in general, but fuck. Why is this
so difficult?”

Draco’s face went from dejected to shocked, his jaw dropping and then lips forming into a
smirk he was trying so hard to contain. Hermione, on the other hand, was elated, her
emotions plain as day on her face.
“I’m so proud of you, Theo,” she said softly, getting up from the couch to press a chaste kiss
to his lips. “You’re brave, so very brave.”

“You don’t have a problem with it?” Theo asked, seeking her reassurance. He was so caught
up in kissing Draco earlier and then everything came crashing down, he wasn’t able to gauge
Hermione’s reaction. Obviously, she wasn’t storming off in a huff since she had stayed with
Draco, but maybe she decided Theo was just too much baggage.

Maybe it was all too much for her.

“Not in the slightest,” she said, returning to her seat but not before grabbing Theo’s hand to
pull him along. He settled on the other side of her, the three of them sharing the sofa and it
just felt right. “Selfishly, I actually love it. Purely sexual gratification, not that I’m fetishizing
you or anything, but, well,” she shrugged.

Draco laughed, the first noise he’d made since Theo admitted he was attracted to him.
“You’re becoming more snakelike every day. For the record, I am also very okay with this,”
he said with hands waving between Theo and Hermione.

“Third to that,” Theo said with a grin. “Thank you, both of you.”

Hermione tipped her head onto Theo’s shoulder. “Of course, Theo.”

“Is this where we do the very awkward defining the relationship part, because I’ll be honest,
I’d rather skip all that bit.” Draco stretched his arm wide across the couch, fingers toying
with the Hermione’s curls, occasionally brushing against Theo’s cheek.

“Please, no,” Hermione groaned, tilting her head into Theo’s chest. He placed a hand on her
thigh and his appreciation grew even more. “Can we just…see where things go? Is that
okay?”

“Yeah,” both wizards said at the same time, sharing a look and a small laugh over the top of
Hermione’s head.

“Yes, princess, I’d like that. If Theo’s willing to share, of course.”

“I’m my own woman, thank you. No toxic masculinity between the two of you, or I’ll just
revisit my vibrator by myself.”

Draco made a choking sound, shifting to look down at Hermione. “Vibrator? Oh, Merlin, I’m
going to die. Hermione Granger, I had no idea. I need to see this vibrator.”

“Mate, it’s massive. Got a whole oscillating tentacle thing going on, certified freak.”

“Theodore Nott, no it doesn’t!” Hermione huffed. Theo broke out into a hearty laugh, seeing
the confused and intrigued look on Draco’s face and the utter dismay on Hermione’s.

“No, it doesn’t. But yeah, I’ve got no qualms about…this.”

“None?” Hermione asked, eyes flicking in Draco’s direction.

“Just be patient with me?” Theo asked Draco, resting his hand on top of his friends, tracing a
circle across the skin. It was a small gesture, but a big step for Theo.

Draco looked him in the eyes, without an ounce of hesitation or anything other than
confidence and caring.

“Always, Theo, I’ll be whatever you need me to be.”

“I’m going to cry,” Hermione said with a sniff. “And it’s late. Bedtime?”

“Whose?”

Hermione sat up from the couch and looked at Theo with an arched brow. “Are we…I was
just going to go into my own bed, and leave you two to do whatever.”

He shook his head, he wasn’t ready to be alone again yet. The two of them had helped pick
him back up after he’d fallen off the edge and he was, admittedly against his better
judgement, still vulnerable. Theo wasn’t sure if he was ready to be alone with Draco, not yet.
But he also didn’t want to give the impression that he was just kicking him out alone after the
emotional toll he’d likely taken too.

“Can we sleep in yours? Please?” He asked softly, knowing it was a big step and a big ask to
be in her space.

Hermione stretched, picking up Crookshanks, and jerking her head towards her room. “Come
on then, but don’t be cross if Crooks tries to smother you in your sleep.”

And for all the horrible, awful things Theo had been feeling just hours ago, the darkest and
most intrusive of his thoughts threatening to take hold, he felt quite at peace in Hermione’s
bed, spooning her from behind while she faced Draco, their hands clasped between them.

It was going to be okay.

 // Draco
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Draco awoke in a rare state of comfort. The bed was soft and warm, due in part to the two
extra bodies occupying it with him. It wasn’t a surprise to him that it was more comfortable
than the one in his dorm, the need for him to sleep with one eye open in case someone did try
something in his sleep always prevented him from feeling fully rested.

What was surprising was how much more relaxed Draco felt, compared to when he’d slept in
Theo’s bed. The first time aside, where they woke up in an almost compromising position,
had him jolted awake so quickly, the adrenaline spike kept him from registering any sort of
restfulness. Since then, even though Theo’s bed was safer than his own, there was still the
lingering need for him to stay somewhat awake and perfectly still.

This morning, however, he relished in the presence of the small, soft body in the middle of
the bed. Granger was a cuddler, it seemed. She had her backside pressed against Theo and
tangled her feet between Draco’s, burrowed in the blankets and between their bodies.

He watched her, bleary eyed and still a bit awestruck about how last night had gone. Kissing
Granger was the start, and the moment her lips touched his, everything shifted on its axis.
She was sweet, warm, soft, unbelievably addictive. Draco had only hoped in that moment
that it wouldn’t be the last time.

And the fact that Theo had encouraged her, bolstered her already burgeoning confidence, had
been all the confirmation Draco had needed. He knew that things between the two of them
were sort of casual, but there was the sense that feelings were growing and despite Theo’s
penchant to simply do as he pleased and not tie himself to anyone woman, it wouldn’t be
long before his friend’s possessive streak took over.

Draco wouldn’t admit it aloud, but he’d entertained more than a few thoughts of sharing
Granger with Theo. Most of them were born from his attraction to both people, but if there
was a universe where she would be willing to be with both of them, even if Theo didn’t want
to be with Draco, he wanted part of it.

Then Theo had kissed him.

It was like every illicit and secret thought and fantasy he had about his friend, ones that
constantly sewed seeds of guilt and betrayal in his marrow, seemed possible. Theo was hard
where Granger was soft, and he loved kissing both of them equally.

He should have anticipated the fallout. Draco should have known, that even though Theo
initiated the kiss, it wasn’t going to be that simple.

But he would always be his friend first, so there was no question about supporting him
through his panic attack, his intrusive thoughts because of his piece of shit father, granting
him space and letting him know that none of it mattered to Draco, he would still be there for
him. It was no surprise that Granger was equally as steady, and Draco thought that was what
anchored Theo more than anything.

While he was taking a moment to himself, having clearly cast a silencing spell while he
probably destroyed his room in a fit of rage and anguish, Draco and Granger simply talked.

Granger told Draco how things started between her and Theo with surprising honesty. She
was a virgin, and tired of feeling like she shouldn’t indulge because there were always other
things; school, keeping her stupid Gryffindor friends alive, a war. She wanted to be selfish,
and Theo had given her an opportunity.

Draco asked her where he fit in, because the kiss happened, and Granger blushed, looked at
her hands, and admitted that she was attracted to Draco, that she would very much like to kiss
him again, but she was worried about Theo.

It seemed, it some way, all three of them were entertaining the idea of being together. And
while it was slightly unconventional, and extremely surprising considering it was Hermione
Granger they were talking about, it also just seemed to fit.

Draco and Theo were best friends, already bonded to each other, so if they were to take
things further, it would only add to the closeness of their relationship. And Granger, Merlin,
Granger. She was steady, a rock, comforting and compassionate, the kind of nurturing and
understanding they both needed.

Theo began stirring, his hands around Granger’s middle flexing and then skating up and
down her stomach. Draco realized he’d been watching them for a while when Theo cracked
open an eye and looked at his friend over the top of Granger’s mane of hair, his own pile of
curls sticking in odd directions.

“Hey,” he said softly. “Sleep good?”

“Very,” Draco said truthfully, noticing how Theo’s hands continue to explore Granger’s body.
“You?”

“Better than I have in a long while. Is this weird?” Draco knew he was referring to the three
of them in bed together.

“Doesn’t feel weird,” Draco shrugged, watching as Theo’s hand slipped under Granger’s top
and his thumb drew circles across the skin. He felt something, deep below his navel, but
certainly not weird.

“Sweetheart,” Theo murmured in Granger’s ear, pressing kisses against the side of her neck,
“are you awake?”

Granger made a soft moaning noise as Theo’s mouth explored her throat and his hands
slipped under her shirt further, kneading her breast. Draco’s breathing picked up, but he did
his best to control it so he wasn’t panting like a damned dog while Theo held his eye contact
the entire time.
“Theo,” Granger finally said breathily, “Mmm, Theo that feels good.”

Theo grinned at Draco as his other hand began trailing along Granger’s outer thigh. “Draco’s
here too, don’t forget.”

Granger’s eyes snapped open and locked on Draco. Her lips were parted in a silent moan, and
after the brief flash of worry subsided, her gaze turned burning, not unlike how she looked at
him last night.

“Draco,” she whispered, arching her arse into Theo who ground against her as he still kissed
and sucked across her skin.

“Morning, princess,” he grinned, reaching out to brush a curl from her face.

“Do you want to play a little bit this morning, sweetheart?” Theo said in a gravelly voice.
Granger nodded, breath growing heavier as Theo’s hands teased over her body. “Mmm, good
girl. Do you remember your safe word?”

“Red,” she gasped at the same time Theo cupped her between her legs over her shorts. He
ground his palm against her center for a few moments, Granger bucking her hips against him
in slow circles.

“You need one too, Theo,” Draco said in a brief moment of clarity before all the blood rushed
to his cock, which was already well on its way happening. “Boundaries.”

Theo paused, stilling his hand as he looked at Draco with a mixture of trepidation and awe,
like he couldn’t believe that he’d even suggest it. But if this was going to work, and if Draco
was going to have any sense of control over his own feelings, he needed to be positive that
Theo was on board with everything.

Swallowing heavily, Theo looked at him with a confident expression. “Silver.”

Granger twisted her upper body to press a kiss against Theo’s throat and then turned to look
at Draco. “You too, same rules.”

Draco chuckled, appreciating her desire to keep the playing field even. None of them had any
idea what they were doing with this but damn it if he wasn’t along for the ride. “Snitch, now
come over here please, I’d rather like to kiss you.”

“So bloody polite,” Theo quipped, releasing Granger enough so she could move over to
Draco. He expected her to just shift over, but to his surprise, she straddled his hips, lowering
him fully to the mattress, and began kissing him expertly.

Her fingers threaded in the hair at the nape of his neck as her lips teased at his briefly before
she slid her tongue against his mouth. Draco parted his own lips, allowing her entry, as his
hands pulled her body closer on top of his. She was petite, perfectly molded against him, and
he traced the line of her legs from knee to the curve of her hips with a featherlight touch.

Granger shivered, breaking away for a moment as her eyes closed and she melted under his
fingers, so he repeated the motion, only instead of stopping at her hips, he gripped them
firmly and pressed her down against his cock.

Fuck, the little noises she was making were going to be the death of him.

“Sit up, sweetheart,” Theo’s voice came through the lustful fog enveloping Draco. He turned
his head to see what he was on about, finding Theo propped up on an elbow, his other hand
slowly rubbing against his own erection through his pajamas.

Granger obeyed, sitting up and resting her hands against Draco’s stomach. She looked
incredible, hair wild and lips swollen, with little red marks across her neck from Theo’s
mouth. Gods, he could get used to this, all of it.

“Take her shirt off, Draco,” Theo’s next command came. Draco paused, watching Granger’s
face for a reaction. She simply bit her lower lip and quirked an eyebrow slightly. Clearly, she
was used to Theo’s demands, because she wasn’t put off by it.

“Is that okay?” He asked softly, and Granger nodded, sending a cascade of curls over her
shoulder. His fingers found the hem of her sleep shirt and worked the material upward.
Granger pulled the rest of it off, leaving her bare on his lap.

Draco swept his thumbs along her ribs under her breasts, admiring the absolute perfection
that was topless Granger. Her tits were firm, round, with tiny little pink nipples, already hard,
that were just begging for his mouth. Theo moved closer, kneeling beside Draco so he could
run his hands up her waist, over Draco’s own hands, and cupping both of them and giving
them a firm squeeze.

“Perfect, isn’t she?”

“Yes,” Draco said through his dry mouth. Granger blushed and began rocking her hips
against him again as Theo massaged her breasts, kissing along her shoulders and neck once
more.

“Sweetheart,” Theo said in a emphatic voice, and the wicked glint in his eyes told Draco he
had something filthy in mind. “Tell us what you want.”

“More,” she breathed, gasping as Theo’s teeth sunk into her soft skin. “More, from both of
you.” Granger was looking at Draco as she said this, but he was content to let Granger be in
control with Theo’s guidance. He was simply an addition to the equation right now, but he
sincerely hoped whatever she wanted involved someone touching his cock.

“Slide over, gorgeous. Hands and knees this way,” Theo said, gesturing towards the bed. The
way he moved, he wanted Granger on all fours in the center of the bed with her head facing
Draco and her arse towards the spot where Theo had been sleeping.

Draco sat up, watching everything unfold as Granger positioned herself as Theo requested.
Her eyes were still locked on Draco’s as Theo slid her shorts down, tossing them to the side.

“Fucking hell,” Theo said reverently from where he knelt behind her, his hands cupping her
arse cheeks and spreading them apart. “So wet already.” He smacked his palm lightly over
her bum, causing Granger to jolt before she dipped her head in a moan.

“Please, Theo,” she whined and the sound of Granger begging had Draco ready to come in
his pants. He gripped himself through the material trying to relieve some of the pressure, but
Theo had caught on to the movement.

“Be a good boy and take your cock out, Draco. I bet our girl can make you feel good,” he
threw him a wicked grin while his hand moved to Granger’s inner thigh, the other tangling in
her hair so he could lift her head up.

Shit, there was no way Draco wasn’t going to listen, not with Theo’s commanding tone and
the way good boy rolled off his tongue. Plus, there was the hungry look in Granger’s eyes
and the way she licked her lips. He wondered if she’d sucked Theo’s cock yet, although he
had a suspicion that sucking his would be a different experience.

Draco pulled himself from his pajama pants, stroking himself from base to tip and running
his thumb across his head. Granger gasped and Theo sucked in a sharp inhale.

“Draco, is that…” Theo asked, his eyes wide as he watched Draco’s hand move up and down
his shaft. “Is your cock pierced?”

He chuckled, running his thumb over the balls on the end of the silver barbells pierced
through the tip of his cock. “It’s called a magic cross,” Draco said, feeling a bit smug at the
surprised and curious looks on both of their faces.

“Fucking hell,” Theo groaned, shaking his head as if distracted. “Hermione, sweetheart,
touch him. Please.” His please came out a little pained, like he needed to see it as much as
Draco needed to feel it.

Granger dropped to her elbows and pitched forward, balancing on one arm and tentatively
placing her hand over Draco’s as they both stroked him.

“Show me what you like,” she whispered, watching their combined movements like she was
trying to translate an Ancient Runes text.

“Fuck,” he said through gritted teeth, loving her earnest innocence. It was no wonder Theo
was fucking obsessed with her already, she was perfect, willing to learn exactly what the two
of them liked in spite of her lack of experience. “Just like this,” he showed her, jerking his
cock the way he liked it best.

Draco pulled his hand away and closed his eyes, groaning as she let a string of saliva dribble
onto him and mirrored his previous movements. His eyes snapped open when she stilled
briefly, moaning, and from what he could see from his vantage, Theo must have started
fingering her cunt.

Gods, it was all so hot, so fucking filthy, he wondered how they could manage to do this
every day and they’d barely gotten started.
“Don’t stop, sweetheart,” Theo warned, smacking her arse again. Granger resumed her
ministrations before asking Draco a question that sent a surge of pre-cum out of his cock.

“Can I…I want to taste you. Will you let me?”

Oh, Salazar’s fucking balls, this girl would be the death of him.

Draco placed his hand back on his cock at the base. “Open up, princess.” Granger gave him a
wide smile as if he was the one doing her a favor by allowing her to suck his dick, not the
other way around.

“She’s never done it before, mate,” Theo said, without warning in his tone but Draco took it
for what it meant. Be careful.

Granger opened her mouth with her tongue extended as she lowered her lips over his cock.
At the first contact, Draco let out a loud moan, feeling her warm, wet mouth enclose over his
tip. She took a few testing sucks, running her tongue along his piercings and hollowing her
cheeks as she did.

“Fuuuuuck,” Draco said when she released him with a loud pop. Theo must have paused his
own movements, because Granger was bucking her hips with tiny little whines, but he was
fixated on her other end, her mouth descending back onto Draco’s cock.

“Shit, sweetheart. You have no idea how good you look. Think you can take him deeper?”

Granger’s response was to do just that. She lowered her mouth further along Draco’s length,
tongue flat against the underside of him, sending jolts throughout his body. Her hand curled
over his where it still gripped the base of his cock and she kept going until he could feel the
back of her throat.

He couldn’t help but buck his hips lightly, nudging her, until she gagged a little bit and
released him, stringy saliva trailing from his tip to her mouth.

“Fuck, I’m so sorry,” he hissed out, but Granger just shook her head, smiling. Her eyes were
watery and her lips were puffy and she looked so fucking good, so gorgeous. He couldn’t get
over it.

“It’s okay,” Granger said softly, taking him back in her mouth, going just as deep. She
bobbed her head, and moaned around him when Theo sunk his fingers back inside of her. The
vibration went straight to his balls and he knew it wouldn’t last much longer if she kept
sucking him like that.

“Breathe through your nose,” Theo coached her.

The sounds in the room were obscene. Granger was still moaning, muffled with Draco’s cock
in her mouth and Draco himself couldn’t help the noises he was making with every hit
against the back of her perfect throat. Theo was grunting as well, and if Draco could look at
anything other than the sight of his cock disappearing around Granger’s lips, he wondered
what he’d see in his best friend’s eyes. Among all of that were the wet, slick sounds of Theo’s
fingers in Granger’s cunt and her sucking Draco off.

“Fuck, Draco,” Theo hissed, “our girl is close. Think she can get you off at the same time I
make her come?”

Granger made a whimpering sound and stilled, his dick halfway in her mouth as she rocked
against Theo’s hand.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fucking close,” Draco gritted out. “Make me come, princess. You’re doing
so good.” He reached up to grab her hair, forgetting that Theo also had a grip on it, and their
hands brushed against each other, which only heightened Draco’s ratcheting desire.

His hips bucked upwards, thrusting into Granger’s mouth as she sucked and licked him
harder, paying special attention to his piercings whenever she reached the top. Her hand
worked up and down his shaft anywhere her mouth didn’t reach. She was writhing as Theo
fucked her harder, the motion from his hand pushing her deeper onto Draco’s cock and her
whines and moans became more erratic.

Granger pulled off of Draco’s cock, jerking him quickly as she looked directly at him, her
brown eyes blown wide. “Im gonna…Draco, I’m so close,” she said desperately, as if she
wanted to ensure Draco came at the same time per Theo’s request.

“Almost there, princess, I…” he choked out. “Your mouth, please.”

Draco gasped as she took him again, and when she came, the noises she made and the feeling
of her lips vibrated around him sent him over the edge as well, cum shooting from his cock
and down Granger’s throat. A small amount spilled from around her lips, trailing down back
onto his cock.

She pulled off of him and swallowed, much to his surprise. Draco let out a breathless laugh
and thumbed the little bit of cum from the corner of her mouth, pressing it against her lips.
Granger swirled her tongue around it, sucking it clean, and his eyes rolled back into his head.

They were all panting and breathless as Theo pulled Granger upright and pressed her back
against his chest. “Did you swallow him, sweetheart?” He whispered in her ear, gently
caressing her stomach and arms, anywhere he could reach.

“Yes,” she said, voice slightly hoarse.

“Fuck me, you’re such a good girl, aren’t you?” Theo tilted her head to the side and kissed
her deeply, likely tasting Draco’s release on her tongue still and the image made his cock
twitched despite having just come harder than he had in a long time.

“Isn’t she, Draco?” Theo asked once he released her mouth.

Draco tugged her wrist and Granger collapsed bonelessly on the bed, her head in the crook of
his shoulder with her hand resting on his chest. He tilted her chin towards him and searched
 her face, looking for any signs of regret from what just happened, because it would kill him if
she had regrets, if they couldn’t do this again.

He dipped his head and kissed her just as thoroughly, nipping at her lower lip as he pulled
back. “She is,” he said, pressing a kiss to her nose and tucking her into his chest, wanting
nothing more than to fall back into a well-fucked sleep with Theo and their girl.

Because despite any insistence that things might be casual, or only physical, Draco knew
after that, there was no way they would be anything but each other's.

Chapter End Notes

Phew, hope you enjoyed the first taste of all three at once!

Super meant to do this last chapter but I was so excited to post, I forgot.

a billion thank you’s to all of you who are reading, commenting, sharing, hyping this
story up! Seriously, I am completely blown away already with all the love I am getting
for this fic. It’s a little scary; I hope I can deliver! If all else fails, there is always smut.

But really. You all are brilliant and amazing and I love reading your comments on all
three of these characters, from our poor tortured love Theo who just needs to learn that
it’s okay to be himself, our little Hermione who wants to just live her life and kiss (and
then some) two super hot guys (she’s also going to have some angsty bits too, because,
well, yeah), and the supportive king that is Draco Malfoy who just wants to love the hell
out of the other two and pretend like his problems aren’t problems at all.

Anyways. You’re the best. Thanks for reading ♥

 // Hermione
Chapter Notes
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Hermione and Ginny were sitting in the Prefect’s office on Sunday after lunch, needing to
revise the schedule for rounds for the coming week with the Quidditch season starting. By
revising, it meant Hermione was revising while Ginny sat across the desk, looking for gossip.

Not that Hermione minded, after the mind-altering morning she’d had with Theo and Draco,
she couldn’t help but want to tell her best friend about it. After all, if there was anyone she
could confide in, it was Ginevra Weasley.

“So,” Ginny asked, raising a red brow at her while Hermione listed all the Prefects who had
made Quidditch rosters and cross compared to the practice schedules each captain had
provided. “Spill.”

Hermione felt herself blush. “There’s been a development.”

“I figured; you’ve got that freshly fucked look about you.”

“Ginny!” Hermione hissed playfully, casting a silencing spell over the room as well as
locking the door. “I do not look freshly fucked.”

Ginny snorted. “Okay then, tell that to the love bites all over your neck.”

Shit. Hermione clamped a hand over her neck, wondering if she’d missed one when she was
glamouring the marks this morning. Theo had been especially enthusiastic about kissing and
biting her neck. Not that she minded.

“Caught you,” Ginny snickered and Hermione withdrew her hand and glared at her friend.
“You don’t have any love bites, but the guilty reaction was everything. So?”

“Right,” Hermione said, taking a breath to bolster her confidence. She wasn’t necessarily
ashamed of what had happened between the three of them, it felt right, there was no second
guessing it in the moment. But outside of the safe confines of her dorm room, would Ginny
truly be as open to the idea of Hermione with two wizards at the same time?

“Well, you know how Theo and Draco are friends,” Hermione started, Ginny rolling her eyes
in an obvious ‘yes, I’m aware’. “And Theo and I have our…thing.”

“Get to the point, witch. Don’t think I didn’t notice how he’s suddenly Draco not Malfoy. But
I’ll let you finish.”

“I kissed Draco last night,” Hermione blurted. Ginny let out a squeal of delight and did a
little shimmy in her chair.
“Yes, gods, he’s so fucking fit. Personality aside, because let’s be honest, that’s extremely
questionable, he’s disgustingly attractive.”

Hermione scoffed. “Ginny, he’s not…he’s different. Don’t we all deserve to have a second
chance?”

Ginny rolled her eyes, “Yes, yes, I know, your bleeding heart wants to fix every broken thing.
Look, I get you’re chummy with him now, and I’ve been tolerant, but just because you’ve
forgiven him doesn’t mean I have.”

“But you’re supportive of me kissing him?” Hermione asked in disbelief.

“I told you, I won’t judge you, Hermione. You’re brilliant and a good judge of character. I’m
just saying, we’re not going to be best mates or anything. And yes, I am able to admit that he
is very, very nice to look at when he isn’t speaking. Anyways, carry on. You’re kissing
Malfoy. Where is Theo in all of this?”

Hermione chewed on her lower lip, blushing again. “He was there.”

“And?!” Ginny practically leapt from her seat. “Gods, you are the worst at telling stories.”
She sighed dramatically and flopped back into the chair.

“I’m sorry! This is all very new to me, alright? Merlin, Gin. Theo encouraged me to go and
kiss Draco. And, well, then I was kissing Theo too.” She left out the part where Theo and
Draco had kissed, not wanting to out either one of them. But the memory of it had Hermione
aching between her thighs, as if she wasn’t still a bit sore from how rough Theo had been
with her.

Hermione had imagined it, a few times, what it would be like to see the two of them together,
and the reality was far better than what she’d dreamt up in her head. Their bodies molded
together like puzzle pieces, and the passion rolling off of them was tangible. She hoped Theo
would be okay, and that he’d work on accepting his feelings for Draco because it was so
painfully obvious how deeply Draco cared for him.

“And then this morning, well, the three of us were involved.”

She wasn’t sure why she had such a difficult time verbalizing it with Ginny, whereas Theo
and Draco could easily make her say some of the filthiest things that had ever come out of
her mouth. Maybe there was still a lingering fear that she would be judged, except for by the
two of them. Theo especially had coaxed a side out of her she never knew she had, and Draco
seemed to be very intrigued by the concept as well.

Ginny sat quietly, giving her a look that urged her to continue. Hermione blew a curl from her
face and just decided to come out with it. “I sucked Draco off while Theo was…you know,”
she whispered, waving her hand over her lap.

“Oh my gods,” Ginny gushed. “Was it amazing?”

Hermione grinned widely, any sense of anxiety over how her friend might take the news
gone. “It was so good. Gin, they’re, I don’t know. It felt so dirty, but they were just so, so…
they made me feel amazing. It’s not weird, is it? Being with two men?”

Ginny shrugged. “I don’t know. Pretty sure Fred and George shared a witch in their day,
which is weird only because of the whole familial relation thing. Wait, so you’re still a virgin,
right? You didn’t hop on one of those Slytherin rods in the midst of your threesome?”

“You make it sound so crass,” Hermione said with admonishment, tapping her quill against
the parchment with her half-completed rounds schedule. “I mean, it wasn’t rose petals and
piano music, but it wasn’t like we were in a brothel.”

“Answer the question, Granger.”

“Virginity is a construct, Ginny, used to demean women and assign their worth to whether or
not their hymen is intact. And I place no value in such a thing, it’s just the matter of not
having found someone I like enough to have sex with.”

“Yes, yes,” Ginny waved her hand, “you’re preaching to the choir. I know.”

“But no, I’ve not had penetrative sex.” Hermione said matter-of-factly.

“You make it sound so clinical. Please don’t use the words penetrative sex or hymen when
you ask one or both of them to shag you rotten.”

“And you make it sound so salacious! There has to be a balance somewhere, my goodness.”

Ginny shrugged. “I grew up with six brothers, Hermione. There’s hardly anything ladylike in
me left,” she chuckled. “So, seriously, do you think you want to have sex with them?”

Hermione thought about it for a minute. Really, even if it wasn’t what she envisioned for the
first time taking that step with someone, she could imagine it. While she didn’t hold her
virtue on a pedestal, she did want to share that experience with someone, or someones as it
were, that would give her at least a fond memory to look back on when she was old and gray.

She wanted someone to make her feel good.

“Yes,” Hermione said confidently. “Yeah, I really think I do.”

“So,” Ginny asked, leaning back in her chair, “who gets to be the lucky one to go first?”

That was a question Hermione didn’t have the answer to. While Theo had been her first for
everything else, except giving oral sex, she had the sense that Draco might give her a gentler
experience.

Not that Theo was overly rough with her, he was just dominating. Controlling, commanding.
It was in such a way that Hermione readily followed his words, knowing that she had an out
every single time, and with every single one of his orders came immeasurable pleasure. She
also got the sense that he was trying to tightly maintain his control himself, the way he
avoided letting her touch him for a week at least.
She didn’t want her first time with Theo to be him stuck in his head worrying he was hurting
her, but she wondered if it might hurt him to watch Draco first.

That was a conversation they needed to have together, because in any arrangement, Hermione
was sure she wanted to experience it with both of them.

It was hard to put into words, but it was like as soon as Draco came into the picture, from the
moment her lips touched his, everything else seemed to click into place. It just made sense,
even though logically it should make no sense at all.

“I suppose we’ll figure it out.”

Hermione and Ginny finally buckled down and finished the rounds schedule, taking only a
half an hour to rearrange everything to match the updated schedules. She had a mountain of
homework to do as well, the voracity of NEWTs making themselves felt for both witches.

“What’s the point, anyways?” Ginny had groaned, walking towards Hermione’s common
room being the closer of the two. “If I’m going to play Quidditch professionally, do I even
need NEWTs?”

“Ginny,” Hermione chided, swatting her friend on the arm. “You can’t play Quidditch
forever. Your education is important.”

“Yes, Mum,” she said playfully. “I know, it just feels like a poor way to spend a Sunday.”

“Says you,” Hermione laughed. “Anyways, are Harry and Ron coming up for the Quidditch
match next weekend?” Gryffindor would be playing Slytherin, of course, and Ginny had
mentioned the two of them coming for a visit.

“I think so,” Ginny said with a wide grin. She knew that her friend was missing Harry
something awful after they had spent the entire summer practically joined at the lips. “Maybe
we can all get dinner after?”

“Perfect,” Hermione replied, waving off her friend with a promise to see her at dinner if she
hadn’t drowned in Ancient Runes translations before that.

She made her way to her quarters, ready to change into flannel pajamas bottoms and curl up
with a mug of tea and her books until dinner at least. The autumn rain had arrived and
Hermione always found the castle extra cozy on rainy weekends, where she could avoid the
drafty corridors and classrooms in favor of a room warmed with a fire.

Hermione found Draco sitting at one of the desks in the common room, no Theo in sight. His
nose was buried in a text while he occasionally paused to make note of something.

“Hey,” Hermione said as she entered the room, setting her own belonging down on the table.

“Hi Granger,” Draco said politely, not losing focus on his schoolwork.

She realized very quickly how much she liked it when he’d called her princess, something
she would have thought would annoy her, and did not care for him calling her Granger. Theo
had made no qualms about being flirtatious with casual touches or stolen kisses in private,
always calling her sweetheart. She’d gotten used to it.

Maybe Draco only had interest in her physically. That was sort of the baseline they’d
established, or lack thereof as it wore, and it wasn’t like she was falling for either one of
them, but lines had been blurred.

Hermione shrugged it off, slipping into her room to change before joining Draco at the table.

“Where’s Theo?” She asked, cracking open her Ancient Runes text.

“Potions lab,” Draco replied tersely, scratching out a line of writing and returning to his book
with a frustrated sigh.

Clearly, he wasn’t in the mood for conversation, which suited Hermione just fine. It would be
like working alone, which she preferred. Except for the fact that his tantalizing scent was
distracting her, and the little noises of concentration he made were… hot. Studious Draco was
something else. Maybe it was just the fact that she had little exposure to men she found
attractive doing things she also enjoyed doing, but Hermione was having trouble finding her
concentration.

After a quiet fifteen minutes or so, Draco closed his book and Hermione looked up from her
translation. He had his forefinger and thumb pinched on the bridge of his nose, eyes squinted
shut.

“You’re distracting.”

“You’re in my common room, go back to your own, or better yet, the library if it’s
problematic,” she said plainly. She wasn’t in the mood for his attitude, especially after the
wonderful morning the three of them had together. If he was going to play this hot and cold
game, well, then maybe it was a mistake to begin with.

“No, you misunderstand, Granger,” his voice dropped and he placed his large hand on her
open book, dragging it across the table. “You’re distracting.”

Hermione really didn’t understand. She looked up, prepared to explain further how it was
impossible to be an imposition or a distraction in the comfort of her own dorm room, when
the expression on Draco’s face had the words dying in her throat.

His eyes were burning, mouth curved up into a small smirk as his tongue ran slowly along his
bottom lip.

Oh.

“C’mere a second, princess,” Draco said, pushing his chair back from the table a bit
beckoning her forward with two fingers.

Hermione bit her lower lip and crossed to the other side of the table, standing next to Draco.
He ran a hand down her side, over her hip, and skimming her thigh through her pajama
bottoms.
“It was much easier to study near you when I didn’t know what you looked like or sounded
like when you came. Now I can’t help but wonder what you feel like or taste like too.”

“Oh,” Hermione breathed, fighting the urge to rub her thighs together because her knickers
were suddenly soaked.

“So you can see,” Draco continued, placing his hands firmly on her waist and setting her on
the table so her feet were dangling between his spread knees, “why I find you distracting.”

Yes, Hermione could clearly see why Draco found her distracting. Hermione let her feet
swing a bit, brushing against his inner thigh, which caused him to grab her foot firmly and
rub into the arch. She moaned a bit at the sensation, making him repeat the motion.

“Seems unfair, really,” Hermione said with a coy smile. “See, I’ve gotten to experience all of
those things, now haven’t I?”

“I’m a fair man, princess. I insist on evening the playing field.”

Draco sat up slightly in his chair and cupped the back of Hermione’s neck, pulling her in for
a kiss. It was slow, but not teasing at all. His tongue parted her lips and immediately ran
along hers, so deep and thorough, she could feel in from her head to her toes.

His hand was firm on the back of her neck, holding her in place as his mouth dominated hers.
He hadn’t even touched her anywhere else yet and her skin felt like it was on fire.

She gripped the front of his jumper, pulling him closer. This made him chuckle against her
mouth, pulling away from the kiss.

“Lie back on the table for me.”

Hermione obliged, maintaining eye contact with him as he lowered himself back into his
chair. She propped herself up on her elbows, breath already coming in staggered as Draco
took his time looking her over.

“Can I take these off?” His fingers slipped under the elastic hem of her bottoms. She nodded
and he slowly peeled the baggy material off of her body, leaving her in a jumper and her
underwear.

“You’re fucking beautiful, Hermione,” he said reverently, eyes closed as he kissed from her
ankle to her inner thigh, resting her leg over his shoulder. He did the same with the other leg,
making Hermione whine and squirm desperately.

Draco kissed her center over her lace underwear, keeping his eyes fixed on hers as he did. His
grin turned feral and he ran his tongue over them, from her cunt to her clit, further soaking
her.

“Fuck,” he whispered, sliding them off her body and spreading her thighs wide. “Honey, just
like Theo said.”
Somehow, the thought of Theo sharing with Draco such intimate details only made Hermione
hotter.

“Draco,” she whined, shifting her hips closer to his mouth, needing him to touch her.

“Yes, princess?”

“Please, I need—”

Her words were cut off with the sensation of his thumbs spreading her lips apart and tongue,
flat and broad, licking slowly, the same path as before. Only this time, it was explosive,
feeling it directly against her skin. He was methodical almost, how he mapped her pussy with
his mouth, exploring every single inch of her.

He traced around her clit a few times before sucking it between his lips as his thumbs ran up
and down, edging closer to her cunt. Draco lapped at her at a torturous pace, as if he was
savoring her like his favorite dessert, teasing her.

Hermione tried to scoot down on the table, to wrap her legs around Draco’s face, but he
realized what she was trying to do and held her firmly in place. He eased back a bit, tracing
her entrance with his finger as he looked at her hungrily.

“Sit still,” he warned, dipping his finger inside only to withdraw it and add two the next time
in shallow, slow thrusts. “And let me eat this pretty cunt of yours, Hermione.”

She whimpered, laying back on the table and throwing an arm over her eyes. Draco fingered
her pussy as his tongue lathed at her clit, steadily, building the familiar tingling sensation all
over her body. Hermione didn’t know if it was wrong to think of another man while one was
doing such delicious things to her, but she couldn’t help but draw the comparisons between
what Draco was doing and what Theo had done.

Draco was taking his time, whereas Theo seemed determined to wrench orgasm after orgasm
from her, claiming her release as his own. Neither was better or worse than the other, just like
kissing. It was just different, and she wanted to experience all of it, everything, with both of
them.

Together or separately, she didn’t mind, truthfully, because the promise of her impending
orgasm was enough to keep her fully addicted.

Hermione didn’t hear the door to the common room open, the sounds of Draco’s mouth and
fingers working over her and her growing moans drowning out everything else, but she did
hear Theo’s voice, almost causing her to jump out of her skin.

“How is she, Draco?” Theo growled, stalking into the room and meeting Hermione’s eyes.

“Fucking incredible,” Draco groaned.

“Let me have a taste.”

Chapter End Notes

🥵
Are we good? Breathing? Hydrated? Gonna make it til the next chapter? Good.
 // Theo
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes

Fuck, Theo couldn’t recall if he’d ever seen a more perfect sight. Hermione, spread out over
the table with Draco’s face between her thighs. When Draco raised his head to speak to him,
Theo could see the shiny slick from Hermione’s cunt over his mouth and chin and Theo had
the sudden urge to just lick him.

Fuck his father, fuck being confused and conflicted, Theo’s cock was already standing to
attention at the thought of tasting Hermione’s sweet pussy on Draco’s tongue.

“Come here then,” Draco said with a cocky smirk. “She’s fucking perfect, Theo.”

Theo drew nearer, watching Hermione carefully as he rounded the table to stand next to
where Draco was seated. Her pupils were blown wide and she was writhing and whimpering,
biting on her bottom lip so damned sexily. Her hands roved over her body, skimming her
breasts over her jumper and clutching at the fabric like she didn’t know what to do with them.

“Hell, sweetheart,” he said when he got close enough to touch, to smell how aroused she was.
He ran his hands from her knees, up to her inner thighs, gripping her tightly as he did. His
thumbs brushed just barely outside of her cunt and Hermione let out a pathetic, wrenching
sob. “You have no idea how good you look right now.”

“Please, Theo,” she whined.

“Did Draco not make you come yet?” Theo asked, raising his eyebrows and looking at the
accused man. “Tsk, tsk, Malfoy. You should know better than to play with your meals.”

Draco huffed a laugh, looking back at Hermione before placing an open-mouthed kiss on her
clit and sliding his two fingers back inside her dripping cunt. “I was savoring her,” he said
before giving her a long, slow lick. “She tastes better than you described, Theo.”

“Fuck,” Hermione whined, bucking her hips upward towards Draco’s mouth.

“I think I need a reminder,” Theo said in a low voice. He lowered himself and kissed along
Hermione’s pubic bone while Draco moved out of the way. His fingers still slowly worked
inside of her while she panted and keened with every thrust of his hand.

Theo gripped Draco’s wrist to still his movements before guiding his hand away.

“Wha—” Hermione protested, but Theo’s eyes were locked on Draco’s. His mouth had
dropped open and he was giving Theo a hard look, mixed with naked want and desire. Theo
held Draco’s wrist firmly as he drew his hand towards his lips, sucking the two fingers that
were inside Hermione into his mouth.
“Oh fuck,” Hermione gasped, and Draco groaned as Theo’s tongue swirled around the digits,
tasting the delicious results of him fucking her. He took his time, savoring it, just as Draco
had been doing.

“Theo…” Draco said, whether it was a plea or a warning, he didn’t care. All Theo could
think about was the way their girl tasted on his best friend’s fingers. He wondered how she
would taste being licked clean off his cock.

He withdrew Draco’s hand with the drag of his teeth along the tips of his fingers and Draco
winced, looking pained, but his free hand was gripping his dick through his trousers. His very
pierced dick, Theo remembered. Fuck, the sight of that tempting silver through his head was
almost too much.

Of course, Draco would have a pierced cock. And of course, Theo would want to see more of
it.

“Make our girl come, Draco, she’s earned it.” Theo moved to the other side of the table,
relishing in the shocked, needy expressions on both of their faces.

“Yes sir,” Draco said with a wicked glint in his eyes as he resumed position with Hermione’s
thighs spread wide and his face buried between them.

Theo’s eyes narrowed at Draco who was giving him a petulant smirk, teasing his tongue out
to slowly lick Hermione from bottom to top.

“Careful, Draco,” Theo growled, reaching over a nearly incoherent Hermione to tug at the
hem of her jumper. “I might like that a bit too much.”

Theo leaned down to kiss Hermione, her lips lazily responding to his as his tongue explored
her mouth the same way Draco’s explored her cunt. She could barely focus, her hips working
erratically against Draco’s face and hands.

“Oh gods, oh, Draco, Draco!” She whined against Theo’s mouth. He slipped her jumper off,
pulling the thin t-shirt she had underneath with it, and began teasing her nipples through her
flimsy bra.

Rolling both of them between his fingers, he crouched down to lick at the shell of her ear and
nibble on her lobe.

“Look at him, sweetheart. Fuck, doesn’t he look good, eating your perfect little cunt like
that?” Theo reached up to cradle her jaw and hold her head in place so they could watch
Draco.

Hermione moaned in response.

“Use your words, Hermione. Tell Draco how fucking good he looks down there, how good
he’s making you feel.”

Theo bit into the juncture of her neck and shoulders, sucking the skin hard and making
Hermione yelp.
“Draco, oh gods,” she panted, “Draco, you’re so good. It’s so good…” she chanted, her voice
growing hoarse. “Please, Draco, I need to come.”

“Of course, princess,” Draco said, his face full of delight and cheeks flushed pink at their
combined praise. He was a bit of a brat, Theo suspected, but relished in being told what a
good boy he was.

Between Draco’s ministrations between her thighs and Theo’s mouth on her skin, hands on
her tits, she wouldn’t last long.

“Come for him,” he whispered in her ear, “give him what he’s earned. Fucking hell, you’re
so perfect. Our perfect girl, aren’t you?”

Hermione’s lips parted on a silent moan as she arched, reaching her hands back to hold Theo
closer.

“So good, our good girl. Letting Draco eat your sweet cunt, tell me, sweetheart, are you
going to let us fuck you someday too?”

“Yes, yes, yes!” Hermione cried. Theo wasn’t sure if it was to encourage Draco or to answer
his question, but he didn’t quite care. The sounds of her coming, being lost to the pleasure
coursing through her body, made his cock weep behind his zipper.

“Fuck, she’s so close, Theo,” Draco said a little breathlessly.

“Good,” Theo said, pinching Hermione’s nipple and twisting a bit, making her yelp that bled
into a moan. “Keep going, Draco.”

Draco worked a third finger into her and sucked hard on her clit, his cheeks hollowing as he
did and Theo watched every movement. Every twist of Hermione’s hips, the rise and fall of
her chest, the way Draco’s blond locks fell forward and his muscles bunched beneath his
jumper as he fucked her with his hand. It was almost too much, too hot, watching the two of
them.

Theo needed to come, badly.

Hermione screamed out her release, hands still above her head, one threaded into Theo’s hair
where she gripped the strands and tugged.

Draco didn’t let up for a moment until her moans died out and faded into quiet whimpers.

“You did so good, so good,” Theo praised her, kissing across her pink, sweat dampened
cheeks.

Draco sat back in his chair and their eyes met. He cocked a brow expectantly, like he was
waiting for Theo to tell him what a good job he did too. His hand rose to his mouth and he
slowly, deliberately, licked each of his fingers clean one at a time.

Theo groaned. He was being baited, Draco was toeing dangerously close to the line that was
going to snap Theo’s control, and he fucking knew it. All he wanted in that moment was to
climb on top of the table and kiss the smug, expectant look of his handsome face.

But whether or not Theo was ready for that, he wasn’t going to give Draco what he wanted.

They stared at each other, both breathing a bit heavier than normal, before Theo collected
Hermione’s limp form and carried her to the couch. Draco followed, her underwear in his
hands, slowly sliding them up her thighs, kissing the skin tenderly as he did.

He murmured against her throat after kissing his way up her body. “You’re so lovely,
Hermione.” His voice was soft, gentle. Draco leaned up a bit and brushed a sweaty curl from
her face before pecking at her cheek.

Hermione beamed, and Theo realized just how close they were in proximity, how nice it felt
for the three of them to share this moment in Hermione’s fucked-out bliss.

He was seated on the couch with Hermione sideways, leaning against him. Draco was leaning
over her, holding his weight up with one knee braced between Hermione and the back of the
sofa, the other planted on the ground.

Close enough, that if Draco were just to lean forward, his mouth would be inches from
Theo’s.

As if he could read Theo’s thoughts, he looked up, a raw, soft expression on his face. Theo
was staring at Draco’s pink, swollen lips, his chin and cheeks still glistening.

“Draco,” Theo said, voice coming out low and thick.

“Can I kiss you, Theo?” He whispered.

The words got lost in Theo’s throat, he wasn’t sure if he was going to tell him yes or no, but
the way Draco’s eyes widened when Theo licked his lips, dragging the lower one through his
teeth, answered the question for him.

Theo nodded.

The kiss was different than their first one. There was still heat, desperation, but Draco didn’t
kiss him like it would be the last time he ever got the chance. Instead, Theo felt like it was the
beginning as the man’s mouth slowly worked against his, gently, exploratory.

Theo teased Draco’s lip with his tongue before boldly sucking it into his mouth, letting his
teeth drag along the swollen, soft flesh. Draco whimpered, surging forward briefly before
pulling away.

He was panting, cheeks pinker than before and he wore a conflicted look, like he was warring
with himself.

“I need to go,” Draco rasped, pushing himself off of the sofa before leaning forward to place
a delicate kiss on Hermione’s brow whose eyes were fluttering softly.
The blond rushed into the bathroom, shutting the door forcefully before flipping on the
shower. The noise was quickly drowned out by what Theo presumed was a silencing spell.

Hermione made a humming noise in her throat and she shifted to sit up more fully, nestling in
closer to Theo. He slid an arm around her, but he was still frowning at the closed bathroom
door.

Did he do something wrong? He knew he was inexperienced at the whole…boy thing, but he
was rather proud of himself for not freaking out. It felt good, it felt right, at least, Theo
thought so.

“You’re thinking so loudly, Theo,” Hermione said sleepily.

“Hmm?” Theo pulled his attention back to Hermione, trying to not think about what Draco
was doing in the bathroom.

Hermione turned so she could straddle Theo, running her small, delicate hands up his chest.
“Don’t think too hard about it,” she murmured, kissing his throat gently.

Theo ran his hands up and down her body, squeezing the curves of her hips, thighs, and arse
with each pass, and while his erection had decidedly lessened, blood was rushing back
through him in an instant. She seemed to notice this, relish in it even, as she firmly ground
against him.

“Sweetheart,” Theo breathed. “What are you doing?”

Hermione gave a short laugh and leaned back to look at him fully. “Trying to get you out of
your bloody head, Theo. Draco wasn’t leaving to hurt you.”

He cocked a brow as they straddled the line between heat and wanting, and those pesky
heavy emotional conversations.

“I’m positive he doesn’t want to push you too far and he gave you an out.”

Hermione said this as she delicately threaded her fingers through his hair with soft, little
touches that sent shivers down Theo’s spine. He didn’t realize how much he enjoyed the
smallest fractions of intimacy until he was afforded them.

“What if I didn’t want the out?” He whispered against her neck, pulling her close to feel more
of her warmth.

Hermione tugged lightly on his curls, forcing his head back. “Then you need to be the one to
make that clear, Theo. Remember everything you’ve done, that you continue to do for me to
make sure it’s my pace, to my comforts?”

He swallowed and nodded. “Yeah.”

She gave him a look as if the parallels should have been obvious. “If you want more from
Draco, you need to tell him that.”
Theo licked his lips and considered her words for a moment. She was right, and Draco
fucking Malfoy was a saint, he was convinced. Because as much as Theo would have liked to
see just how far Draco would have pushed him, he was flooded with appreciation that Draco
didn’t.

Because when it came down to it, he didn’t know if he could tell or ask Draco for more right
now. The idea aroused him and terrified him simultaneously. So maybe he wasn’t as ready as
he thought.

“There’s no rush, Theo, for any of this. As long as we’re still enjoying ourselves, right?” She
sounded a little shy herself.

Theo laughed and rocked her hips against his cock. “If you’re asking if I enjoyed the show
you two put on, yes, absolutely the fuck I did. Don’t worry, sweetheart.”

Hermione blushed, biting her lip to hold back the smile overtaking her face. “Good,” she said
a bit primly before shimmying down off the sofa to kneel between Theo’s legs.

She ran her hands up his thighs. “Then let me show you just how much I’m enjoying myself,
too.”

All thoughts promptly left his brain about Draco and wondering where the hell the two of
them stood or when Theo was going to get over himself in regard to him, because Hermione
sucked his cock like she was born to do it, swallowing down his release and fucking moaning
as she did, leaving him in an utterly fucked-out state of bliss for the better part of the
afternoon.

Hours later, they had decided to have dinner in their room, the three of them together. A perk,
it seemed, to being Head Boy and Head Girl was unfettered access to the kitchens and they
were able to summon their meal directly to the common room.

Theo, Hermione, and Draco all opted to actually study seeing as that was their purpose at
Hogwarts and distractions were kept to a minimum thanks to the mutual orgasms from
before.

It was an added benefit that they all shared the majority of their classes and coursework, if
not for the close proximity it forced upon them, but they did manage to help each other
through assignments. Although Theo wondered if he would ever get over the rush of arousal
when Hermione got particularly swotty about something she was explaining to either one of
them.

They paused for dinner, Theo and Draco excitedly chatting about the Quidditch match this
coming weekend. They did their best not to give Hermione too hard of a time, being a
Gryffindor and all that, but there was no secret about the deep-seated rivalry between the two
houses.

“So you’re not going to be wearing green and silver to the match, then?” Draco joked after
Hermione had told them very decidedly that she hoped Ginny Weasley wiped the floor with
them all.
“No,” Hermione replied with a look of mock disgust. “I wouldn’t be caught dead in those
colors.”

“Now, now,” Theo chided, tugging on one of her curls. He couldn’t help himself, he loved
her fucking curls. “Don’t say such things, sweetheart. I bet you’d look ravishing in emerald.”

The implication was clear, and Draco and he shared a look. He wondered if he was imagining
the scenarios in which Hermione wore some scraps of lace in their house colors, or better yet,
one of their Quidditch jerseys. That’s where Theo’s mind went, and he knew Draco had a
penchant for fine lingerie.

“Win the Quidditch cup, and maybe we can come to an agreement.” Hermione shrugged her
shoulder, picking up a goblet of pumpkin juice.

“Oh Merlin’s balls,” Draco groaned. “As if we needed any more motivation. You’re on,
princess. I will be holding you to your word.”

“What do we get if we win this match?” Theo goaded her, every more curious about the little
witch in front of them. She was nothing like he’d expected, and everything he’d thought of
her at the same time. He wanted to keep peeling back the layers of Hermione Granger,
obsessively.

“Oh,” Hermione said, dabbing at her mouth with a napkin. “Yes, well, I did think of that too.”

Draco and Theo stared at her, waiting for her to continue.

“I’d like to have sex.”

Theo froze as Draco coughed and sputtered into his arm, both taken completely off guard by
her poignant declaration. She said the damn thing like she was simply talking about where
she’d like to visit in Hogsmeade, not announce she wanted to lose her virginity to one of the
two blokes she was currently involved with.

“Warn a man next time,” Draco wheezed, draining a cup of juice.

“Sweetheart, are you sure? There’s no pressure, if you don’t want to…” Theo said, realizing
the weight of her admission based on their earlier conversation. “I told you, I have no
problem with how things are going, and Draco…”

“No complaints, I promise,” he rushed out with a nod.

“So I don’t want you to feel like you have to—”

Hermione cut them both off with a hand held upright, crossing her legs demurely. “I know. I
want to. With well, I don’t know yet. But I know I want this, more of this, and I trust both of
you.”

Draco’s expression stilled at that point, sighing heavily as he ran his hand down his face,
looking gobsmacked.
 “We’re both not fucking you,” Theo said decidedly. “Not the first time.”

“I figured,” she continued, stabbing a bit of salad with her fork as if this was the most casual
conversation ever. “I know it can be a bit uncomfortable the first time for a woman. But I’d
like you both to be there, at least in some way. If that’s alright with you. It’s just…hard to
explain really. I just…like the idea of the two of you being there.”

Hermione blushed and looked down at her lap, her confidence slipping briefly.

Theo looked over at Draco and the two of them shared a silent moment of conversation. The
determined look in his eyes, mixed with the soft, gentle warmth he’d begun to notice where
both of them were involved told Theo what he needed to know.

They agreed.

They’d give her anything she wanted, however which way.

Almost like they were sharing a brain cell, they moved to either side of Hermione. Draco slid
his hand over hers in her lap and Theo wrapped an arm around her shoulders.

“If that’s what you want, princess,” Draco said, tipping her chin towards him so he could
meet her eyes. “Then yes, of course it’s alright with us.”

She looked at Draco before turning to Theo, her eyes wide and mouth parted.

“You’re so fucking cute,” Theo said, giving her a soft grin. “Gods, yes, Hermione, we’ll both
be there, however you want it to work. I promise you, sweetheart, we’ll make it so good for
you.”

“You’re not just saying that?” Hermione narrowed her eyes at Theo playfully.

“Ah yes, such a hardship for us,” he laughed, kissing her on the lips. “No, we would never. I
don’t know how to make it more clear without sounding too eager.”

“We’re in this, Hermione, just as much as you are,” Draco said, sounding much more
thoughtful than anything Theo could have come up with. Damn him, honestly. “So we better
kick some lions' arses on Saturday, then?”

“As if that were ever a question, Draco.”

Chapter End Notes

So, all of our babies are a bit insecure, and trying to not be too clingy even though
they’re all started to get obsessed with each other, which, honestly, is cute as heck.

Tysm for all the love and the comments and sharing this on socials, because holy WOW
are you all loving this. I hope I can continue to deliver!
 // Draco
Chapter Notes

content warning: the spice in this chapter is exclusively MM…if that’s not your thing,
feel free to skip at the “—“ ! There’s no plot after that point, cause, what plot?

The potential of getting between Hermione’s thighs had Draco feeling unsettlingly light over
the next few days. Granted, he appreciated her for much more than that, perfectly content to
explore their new situation without the expectation of sex, but he was also a man. It had been
a long while since he’d had any, aside from the blowjob she’d given him and fucking his own
fist.

That was becoming increasingly more commonplace, as things continued to progress

between the three of them. So much so, he had to excuse himself rather quickly on Sunday to
relieve his aching cock so he didn’t make a fool of himself. Or worse, do something that
would upset the careful balance.

It was a risk to have asked Theo for a kiss, he knew that. But he couldn’t fucking help
himself. He looked so…fuck, Draco couldn’t even put it into words. Hermione was perfect,
wonderful, delicate and soft and Draco would have been content with just having her.

Except, with the potential of Theo being part of everything too, he selfishly wanted them
both.

Theo had let Draco kiss him, and it was the combined taste of his lips and Hermione’s cunt
that sent him reeling. If he didn’t leave then, he was liable to beg Theo to let him suck his
cock too. And Draco knew him well enough to know that even when he was willing to give
an inch, he wasn’t ready for the whole mile.

Fortunately, things weren’t awkward. Once again, Hermione proved to be such an important
fixture in the changing relationship between the two wizards, because while Theo had looked
a bit disappointed and hurt when Draco rushed off to wank in the shower, he seemed to be
more relaxed when he finally emerged, as if nothing amiss had occurred.

And then Hermione decided to drop the proverbial bomb that she wanted to have sex, full-on,
if they won the match against Gryffindor this Saturday.

While she said she wasn’t sure which one of the two she wanted as her first, Draco already
knew she’d decide on Theo.

It made sense, for her to pick Theo. Draco’s feelings weren’t hurt by it, they had been
involved first, and Draco was still holding himself back from the both of them.
But the fact that Hermione had said she wanted them both there made Draco’s blood run hot.
While part of him wanted to be the proper gentleman and ensure that her first time was
perfect, that she was well cared for, there was something so deliciously hot about the image
of both him and Theo having their way with her.

And Hermione didn’t seem to hold any illusions about rose petals or other faffery. She
wanted to be fucked.

Draco struggled to keep those thoughts from popping up in his head over the next few days,
so much to the point that he was so distracted leaving the Great Hall to head to Herbology, he
toppled another student right over.

“Oi! Watch it!” The indignant voice said once Draco disentangled himself regaining his
footing. Shit, Weaselette.

Ginny, he reminded himself. She was a friend of Hermione’s, it wouldn’t serve him to be
nasty to her, despite his general lack of enthusiasm for the red-headed family.

“Ah, fuck. Hullo, Ferret.”

Well, fuck that. “Weaselette,” Draco said with a nod, lifting his bag higher on his shoulder.

“Looks like your reflexes are in poor form, so I should have nothing to worry about for
Saturday’s match.” She arched a brow at him, offering a small smirk. To her credit, Ginny
hadn’t been outright rude to him since the year begun. There was no love lost, but it could
have been worse.

Draco scoffed at her failed insult. “Best watch out, Captain Weasley, I’m playing Beater now
and I’ll have you know my aim has never been better. You’ll be a beacon out there on the
pitch.”

Ginny barked out a loud laugh, echoing through the entrance hall. “Is that a threat, Ferret?”
She grinned at him, all teeth and mirth. Maybe they could come to a tolerable agreement.

“A promise,” Draco said with a lazy shrug.

“Back the fuck up, Death Eater!” A voice interrupted them, Draco stumbling a bit backwards
as a shorter Gryffindor boy shoved his shoulder. Where in Merlin’s name had this one come
from?

He gaped at the boy, trying to place him. Draco didn’t make it a practice to know the names
of various lions, or anyone outside of his own former house as it were with few notable
exceptions.

Seeing the ire and rage in the boy’s face and the way his hand twitched near his side like he
was going for his wand had Draco slowing, taking a few steps back and raising his hands in
supplication.

“Hey, woah, no need to be so hostile,” he said as if he were talking to a skittish animal. The
boy, maybe a sixth or a seventh year, had a narrow face and plain features. A shock of sandy
brown hair, faint freckles on his skin, brown eyes. Nothing noteworthy.

“Fuck you,” the boy said, a slight waver to his voice. Draco looked to the other Gryffindor
for assistance, his eyes pleading. She was a prefect, and while he was a member of her house,
surely she should do something?

“Sloper,” Ginny finally said, “It’s fine. We’re just joking around.”

“He’s a fucking Death Eater, Ginny. I don’t know why they let shit like him back here.”

Draco’s face fell briefly. He’d heard enough whispers behind his back, but this was the first
time anyone had dared say it to his face. Not that he didn’t deserve it, and he couldn’t exactly
refute the boy. Sloper, apparently.

“Sloper,” she repeated in a firmer tone, touching his wand arm lightly in warning. “I said,
leave it. Hexing or threatening other students in the corridors is still against the rules.”

The boy glared at Draco before turning away in a huff, clearly frustrated that his attempt at
defending Ginny from the likes of him had fallen flat.

“Thank you,” he said quietly as they both watched the petulant way the boy stomped off.
“You didn’t need to do that. It’s nothing I don’t deserve to hear.”

Ginny shrugged. “I won’t agree nor disagree, but you matter to Hermione, and I am a prefect.
Can’t go around letting people be shit heads like that.”

Draco let out a breath, not sure how to feel about her response. Ginny Weasley didn’t seem
the type to accept someone blindly just based on allegiance to her friends, so however
Hermione felt towards him wasn’t going to influence her opinion. But she had prevented
Sloper from doing something ridiculous, which could have been more self-serving on her part
than anything like she’d said.

Still, it felt like a fragile olive branch and a willingness to not make things more difficult.
He’d do well to remember that.

“Just…don’t fuck things up with her?” Ginny said as she turned to head another direction.
Draco still had to get out to the greenhouses as well.

“Hmm?” He replied, feigning not knowing what she was on about.

“Hermione. Whatever…is happening there. I’m aware enough, so don’t play dumb because it
isn’t cute. But she’s been through a lot and puts a lot of people first before her own needs.
Don’t take advantage of that.”

Ginny left without more pretense, and Draco walked along the path to Herbology mulling
over those parting words. He had gotten the impression that whatever Hermione was doing
with her and Theo was putting herself first. He’d surmised as much, just based on
conversation and their interactions. She was clearly seeking something from the two of them,
in the form of sex and intimate touches.
And then, Draco recalled the small moments where Hermione had gone out of her way to
make sure both he and Theo were comfortable with each other, too. She couldn’t help herself,
it seemed. Was that for her benefit as well, or was it an instance of her bleeding heart at
work?

He decided he wouldn’t think too hard on it, because examining their little triad further
would mean examining his own feelings, and those were best left tucked away for the time
being.

After classes had ended for the day, Johanson had called an extra Quidditch practice,
squeezing in a slot just before dinner and before the Ravenclaws had their scheduled practice.
He was just as rabid about beating Gryffindor as anyone and determined to bring the cup to
Slytherin.

In his mind, every game mattered.

He wasn’t wrong, and Draco didn’t begrudge him for it. He had his own aspirations to win
the match, obviously, but the competitive streak in him went well beyond the possibility of
being able to fuck Hermione or see her wearing his Quidditch jersey as a prize.

Those were just extras, delightfully distracting extras.

Their practice went exceedingly well; all positions were clicking. Their Chasers moved with
fluidity, like they were sharing a hive mind as they passed the Quaffle and deftly dodged the
Bludgers Draco and Theo kept sending their way, despite both of their near perfect aims.

Johanson, their Keeper, didn’t let a single one through the hoops, moving in a blur of green to
block each attempt. It wasn’t because the Chasers were going easy, either. Theo had even sent
a Bludger straight towards Johanson as Blackburn, one of the smaller Chasers, moved to
score. He didn’t even break a sweat evading Theo’s attack and blocking Blackburn’s score.

By the time the Ravenclaws arrived to the pitch, they were all plastered with sweat and the
chill of the evening had Draco shivering slightly. It was only going to get worse as they
moved further into autumn and winter. What a crime, really, to play Quidditch in the most
unbearable of seasons in Scotland.

Still, it was evenings like that night that reminded him of how much he loved the sport, the
ease at which flying and maneuvering came to him, absent of the heavy expectations and
shortcomings that often plagued him.

They headed towards the changing rooms and Draco was ready to get out of his sweaty robes
and into something dry and comfortable and gorge himself on whatever the Great Hall
offered for dinner.

“Draco,” Theo called from the bench he was lying on one of the benches on his stomach,
head turned sideways so his cheek was smashed against the wood. “Come help me stretch.”
He sighed and eyed the showers longingly, the rest of the team already headed there if not
already. The sound of the water and steam billowing out from behind the curtains was so
tempting.

Then again, so was Theo. He had stripped off his outer robes and was wearing only his snug
fitting trousers and a black t-shirt that was plastered to his body with sweat. Draco could see
the contours of his muscular back, and as he got closer, Theo’s familiar scent of leather and
smoke was mixed with what could only be described as man.

Fucking hell.

“Please?” Theo asked, a bit pained. “My shoulders are fucking tight. Just. Get the fuck over
here.”

Draco stripped off his own robes and dropped them at the foot of the bench, looking
questioningly at Theo’s position to see where he should position himself to help him stretch
without outright straddling his arse.

His very firm looking arse.

Draco finally decided standing off to the side would work best, helping Theo stretch his right
arm by lifting it from his side straight back until he met resistance. Theo groaned into the
stretch and then laughed, “Merlin, that feels good.”

Ignoring the way the noises Theo was eliciting made Draco react, he placed his palm flat on
his back near the joint and leaned a little bit further into it.

“Fuck,” Theo hissed. “Yeah, just like that.”

Draco’s cheeks flushed. This was far too sexual for what it was. Especially in the changing
rooms with their entire team in the showers, just towards the back of the room.

This little endeavor needed to end, quickly.

He moved to the other side and repeated the movements, attempting to focus on the sound of
his own breathing, the chatter from his teammates, the sound of the water, anything other
than Theo’s noises of appreciation. He tried, truthfully, to ignore the soft, satisfied hum that
fell from Theo’s lips when Draco touched his back again. But it was as fruitless as ignoring
the heat radiating off of the man’s back, the way his biceps and triceps flexed and bunched
under Draco’s touch.

The hard planes of his back muscles, the corded forearms, right in his line of sight, with the
faint dusting of dark hair. The pull to just brush Theo’s wrist with his thumb where Draco
was holding it.

He lowered Theo’s left arm down and stepped away, feigning looking through his bag,
crouched down, so he could also discreetly adjust his erection.

“Thanks, mate,” Theo said, unaffected.

“Of course,” Draco said thickly. “Don’t want you to pull something before the match.”

Suddenly, he felt hands on his shoulders and calloused, rough padded thumbs on the base of
his neck. Theo began kneading Draco’s trapezius muscles with just enough pressure that it
bordered on painful.

“You’re tight as fuck too,” He said matter-of-factly. “Right here.” Theo dragged his thumbs
along his neck, each off center and Draco fucking melted under his touch. It was pathetic.

“Good?” Theo asked when Draco’s spine involuntarily curved and he hung his head to
elongate his neck.

“Yeah,” Draco choked out, trying not to make too much noise. It was good, really fucking
good.

Theo continued to work the muscles in his neck, his shoulders, kneading his strong fingers
down his upper back, and Draco was biting his tongue so hard, he could taste blood.

The showers turned off, and there was the rustle of curtains pulling back. Johanson’s loud
voice could be heard over everyone else’s.

Draco froze, but Theo didn’t immediately pull his hands away. Instead, he skated his
fingertips along Draco’s spine over his shirt and leaned forward to whisper in his ear.

“Looks like we’re the last to shower.”

What the ever-loving fuck?

He swallowed thickly, watching Theo grab a towel and a change of clothes, bumping fists
with the other teammates. He rolled out his shoulder, telling their captain that he just needed
a little extra cool down and to not wait up for them. So casually, like he hadn’t just made
Draco’s blood simmer and his cock desperately hard, like he hadn’t just suggested what it had
sounded like he did.

“Alright, boys, practice again Thursday, and then we’ll show the sodding lions who's running
the pitch this year,” Johanson said with a wicked glint in his eye, clapping Draco on the back
as he passed.

Theo met his eyes across the room as the remaining team members filtered out.

Draco grabbed his towel and change of clothes and followed him. He was suddenly
extremely nervous, but he wasn’t sure why. Draco was the one who was sure, confident, in
his feelings for Theo. But now, it was like the tables had turned.

There was something in Theo’s dark gaze that made Draco want to drop to his knees.

Theo busied himself with turning on the shower, the corner stall, before stalking back to the
front of the changing rooms to lock the door with his wand. Draco stared dumbly at the
running water, not bothering to undress yet.
When Theo returned, he prowled towards Draco, stepping closer until they were almost
chest-to-chest.

“You stopped, the other day. Why?” He asked him, eyes flitting from Draco’s to his lips,
down to the exposed skin of his neck.

“I didn’t want to pressure you,” Draco said in a low voice. “Fuck, Theo, I wanted more. Trust
me. But…”

“But…?” Theo asked, in a voice that urged him to continue.

“Mate,” he said with a heaving sigh, clenching his fists, “I can’t…I don’t want to push too—”

Theo cut him off with a searing kiss, roughly slamming his mouth against his and pushing
Draco’s back against the wall. One hand grabbed his hip while the other skated up his throat,
thumb and forefinger on opposite pressure points.

He bit down on Draco’s lip and sucked it into his mouth, soothing the sting with gentle passes
of his tongue. Fucking hell.

“I didn’t want you to stop,” Theo said against his mouth, eyes closed as he still held Draco
close. “I know…” he swallowed, “I know I asked you to be patient with me, and fuck, if I
don’t appreciate that more than you know, but Draco…”

His words were choked, and Draco understood the sentiment. Expressing their feelings
eloquently was not something either one of them was particularly good at, having been raised
the way they were. Malfoys were taught that emotions were secondary to actions, and well,
Theo’s dad was the human equivalent of owl shit.

Draco kissed him back, tenderly. He cupped Theo’s jaw and poured every single unsaid word
into the movement of his lips, the caress of his tongue, the gentle way his fingers stroked his
cheekbones.

It wasn’t long before they were tearing off each other’s clothing, t-shirts and trousers, socks
and boxers discarded on the floor. Draco barely had time to appreciate the toned shape of
Theo’s body before he was being dragged into the shower.

He stood under the spray, pushing his hair from his forehead as he looked down at the man in
front of him. Theo was broad, muscular, and honed. Draco’s eyes roved slowly from his
handsome face with its chiseled features down his chest to the trail of dark hair from under
his navel leading to his thick, hard cock.

Theo chuckled, and Draco snapped his gaze back up to his face, seeing the smug look upon
it.

“Gods, Draco,” Theo said, giving him an appreciative once over. “This. Fucking. Body.”

Their mouths met again, and Draco turned Theo so he was in the water. The two of them took
their times touching each other's bodies, tracing the outlines of their muscles, feeling the firm
shape of their arses. He was still holding himself back, wanting Theo to take charge.
Part of him wanted Theo to set the pace to keep him in a good headspace. Kissing him twice
and watching him get sucked off, and then being naked in a shower together sans Hermione,
was a big step.

The other part of him liked it with Theo was bossy, when he demanded control.

Theo’s hand rested flat against Draco’s chest, moving slowly down. He lightly tweaked
Draco’s peaked nipple as his mouth found the soft skin under his jaw, pushing him backwards
so he was against the wall. Down, down, Theo’s hand went until it brushed against the base
of Draco’s cock.

“Theo,” Draco groaned. “Oh, fuck, Theo.” The last syllable of his name was elongated,
ending on a moan as the man wrapped his hand firmly around his shaft, slowly stroking him
from base to tip. He thumbed at the piercings, the sensation causing Draco’s knees to buckle.

“Fuck you for piercing your dick, Draco,” Theo growled, sinking his teeth into his neck. “So,
so fucking sexy. I love it.”

Draco was at a loss for words. He was naked, in the shower, with his best friend, who was
telling him just how sexy he found his cock piercings. The piercings he got on an impulse
after Theo had mentioned how much he liked piercings on the Muggle women he’d spent the
summer fucking.

He never imagined the fantasy of Theo playing with his own piercings would become a
reality.

“Touch my cock, Draco,” he whispered.

Draco wasted no time, pulling Theo closer by the hip and wrapping his other hand around his
thick length.

“Ah, fuck,” Theo hissed when Draco reached the tip, running his thumb across the sensitive
head. “Good boy. You do know how to listen.”

“Fuck you,” Draco growled, quietly preening under his praise. Good boy. Fuck if that didn’t
turn him into a fucking puddle.

The two of them stroked each other fervently, both desperately chasing their release as they
kissed and moaned and bit and licked and sucked, their bodies pressed together under the
water. Theo’s body was perfection, literal perfection. Draco couldn’t stop touching him.

He looked down, watching them fuck into each other's fists, thighs brushing against each
other and their cocks and hands touching as they both relished in the feeling of skin on skin.

“Are you going to make me come, Theo?” Draco teased, begging a reaction from him.

Theo groaned and reached down to tug on Draco’s balls. Not hard, but enough to assert his
dominance. “I fucking shouldn’t, for the sass. But I want to see you come, want to know it’s
me who brought you there.”
Draco let out a laugh he intended to be a bit smug but it only came out needy, wanting. He
licked along the shell of Theo’s ear, nipping at the lobe. “You know this isn’t the first time
I’ve come, right here.”

Theo winced, his controlled mask slipping.

“I stripped my cock raw thinking of you in the shower next to me. Naked. Wet. Slick. Fuck,
Theo. You unravel me so well.”

“Close, fuck I’m close,” Theo panted. Draco kissed him again, roughly pushing his tongue
into his mouth which Theo met eagerly, stroke for stroke.

His own orgasm was licking up his spine, drawing his balls up tight. With only a few more
firm strokes, they were breathing and gasping against each other’s mouths as warm, sticky
cum shot out in ropes against their stomachs.

As soon as he finished, Draco slumped against the wall, a light smile playing on his lips as
Theo took a step backward into the water, grabbing the soap and washing himself clean. He
then took the bar and ran it across Draco’s skin, washing their combined mess from his skin.

Theo grinned, pulling him close again for a tender, delicate kiss.

“You okay?” Draco murmured quietly. That was, by his account, fucking incredible.
However, he wasn’t sure if Theo was going to crash and burn again.

Theo met his eyes and there was a softness, but he couldn’t hide the slight trepidation in
them, like a lingering, old fear that he’d done something wrong. He shook his head and
pressed a kiss against Draco’s jaw.

“Never better.”
 // Hermione

Despite the bitter cold and biting wind, Hermione didn’t actually hate the Quidditch match.
She had walked down to the stands with Neville and Luna, Luna donning her familiarly
massive lion’s head hat, after an easy breakfast. The boys, Theo and Draco, had taken to
eating with the rest of their team, already dressed in their jumpers.

Hermione had shamelessly made it a point to sit where they were in full view, enjoying their
easygoing laughter and excited chatter from across the Great Hall. It had taken a significant
amount of willpower to not ask them to strip down immediately when they’d gotten dressed
that morning, and the two of them knew it.

Theo made quite the show of stretching out his back and arms before slipping a shirt over his
bare chest, and the way Draco slowly pulled on his jumper was indecent.

She trailed behind them, ogling their firm bums and the way their names looked so…good on
the backs of their jumpers.

Malfoy, #2, Nott, #3.

Hermione was so het up for them, it was a bit ridiculous. But when they made it a point to
ensure she was thoroughly satisfied, and her them, it was hard not to be.

Especially since Theo and Draco seemed to have crossed into new territory between each
other. She still hadn’t seen them do much in earnest, but there had been some more than
casual touches, a few more lingering stares, and Theo appeared to have a compulsive need to
kiss Draco whenever the latter made Hermione come.

Which, as the week had turned out, had been often.

Although their activities had waned a bit as the week wore on, with overlapping patrol and
practice schedules, and the ever-increasing workload their NEWTs required of them.

Which is why Hermione was rather looking forward to the post-match plan. She told them if
they won, she would be their prize, but Hermione had already determined that was on the
table either way. It had made her so excited, she couldn’t find a single fault with spending her
morning in the blustery stands.

All she had to do was make it through the match and the impending lunch or dinner, time
depending, with Ginny, Ron, and Harry, and then, well, the rest of the night would be spent
with her two boys.

Her boys. She rather liked calling them that, even in her own head. It made her feel a strange
but not unwelcome surge of possessiveness. Despite the fact that Hermione had been clear
that their arrangement was only physical-yet-exclusive between the three of them, she wasn’t
a fool to think she didn’t care for them a bit beyond that.
Because outside of the bedroom, or the common room in the Head suite, as it were, they had
been exceedingly tender and attentive to her. Theo, the flirt, never shied away from a quick
kiss on the cheek when no one was looking in the corridors and Draco, who had been sitting
at her table in Potions since the day they were paired together, had begun to casually brush
against her hand or squeeze her knee under the table.

Not in an effort to turn her on, although it usually did, but it felt like he just wanted to touch
her, just to make that small connection.

And how could Hermione not begin to develop feelings from all of that?

“‘Mione!” Ron’s cheerful voice called from where he and Harry were already seated in the
stands. She beamed at her friends, rushing forward to give them both hugs. Neville and Luna
greeted them as well, and they settled into their seats.

Ron pulled out a blanket, clearly knit by his mother and draped it over both of their thighs. It
was made up in Gryffindor colors, of course, and Hermione idly wondered if Molly had a
monopoly on all the red and gold yarn in the country.

The match begun quickly, their section cheering on the Gryffindors. But quietly, Hermione
wasn’t watching Ginny soar down the field with expertise, passing the Quaffle and shouting
instructions to her team. She kept finding the two, broad shouldered Beaters in their emerald
robes.

Draco and Theo moved together like a unit, communicating wordlessly and across great
lengths of the pitch, swinging their bats hard and wide in the exact direction the Bludgers
seemed to need to go.

Hermione didn’t need to understand Quidditch fully to know that the two of them were good.

“Oh, fuck, Malfoy you cunt!” Ron yelled as the wizard in question sent the Bludger
careening towards Ginny, causing her to evade at the last moment and drop the Quaffle. One
of Slytherin’s Chasers was there to scoop it up and went speeding towards the opposite goals.

She could see Malfoy’s smug look from here, his head turning directly towards where they
were sitting, and he lifted his bat to his brow in a salute to their section.

“Sodding prick, since when does he play Beater?” Ron grumbled as Slytherin scored.

“Nott’s playing too, I see,” Harry commented. “Interesting.”

Hermione bit her tongue.

The game ended fairly quickly, despite the aggressive nature from both teams, the score was
fifty to forty, Gryffindor’s favor, when their Seeker spotted the snitch, grabbing it deftly.

Their section cheered loudly, and they all clamored down the stands to wait for Ginny near
the changing rooms. Hermione spotted Theo and Draco heading to the opposite ones, both
looking tired and a bit dejected, a faint sweat on their brows plastering their hair to their
foreheads.
She offered them both a tiny wave as they walked by, Harry and Ron in a distracted
conversation with Neville. Theo blew her a kiss and Draco just smiled lightly, shaking his
head. Once they were inside, Hermione turned to check no one had noticed their little
interaction, and was grateful they hadn’t.

At the very least, she could blame the blush coating her cheeks on the wind.

“We showed those fucking snakes!” Ginny cheered loudly as she bounded out of the locker
room. She flung her arms around Harry’s neck and kissed him, his hands wrapping around
her waist and lifting her a bit off the ground.

“You played brilliantly, love,” Harry said against her mouth.

“Oi, that’s my baby sister still!” Ron said with an exaggerated grimace.

“Sod off, Ronald, let me kiss my man,” Ginny said, doing exactly that.

Hermione rolled her eyes and pulled Ron by the elbow. “C’mon then, Ron, we’ll let them
catch up.”

The Three Broomsticks was relatively quiet, just a few locals and their group of four. It
technically wasn’t a Hogsmeade weekend, but to Harry’s point, they were a little exempt
from the rules given his and Ron’s statuses.

Hermione didn’t add to comment that she, too, would be included in that classification,
considering she had just as much a role in the war as Ron did at least, but clearly she’d been
simply relegated as another Hogwarts student like Ginny, getting special treatment because
she was with ‘War Heroes Harry Potter and Ron Weasley’ as Harry put it.

Ginny, to her credit, shot her an apologetic look at her boyfriend’s oversight.

“So, what the fuck is with Malfoy and Nott playing Beater?” Ron asked once their pints of
butterbeer had been delivered and their orders taken. His eyes were honed on Ginny, as it
would be unexpected that Hermione should know such a thing.

Ginny shrugged, tossing her long red hair over her shoulder. “Dunno. Nott didn’t play before,
but Malfoy’s a bit big for Seeker now, don’t you think?”

Her eyes briefly darted towards Hermione with a slight wicked glint and Hermione took a
large gulp of her drink to hide her blush.

“Tosser,” Ron grumbled. “They were playing pretty dirty, although, I don’t expect much else
from the likes of them.”

“Theo is Head Boy, Ron,” Hermione said in his defense. Honestly, even if she didn’t know
much about Quidditch, she felt the two played a clean game, and even if they hadn’t,
Gryffindor won so Ron’s anger felt misplaced.
“Theo?” Ron said, turning to look at Hermione. His brows were disappearing into his much
too long red hair. “Theo.”

She scoffed, honestly, why was it such a big deal if she didn’t use his surname? “I’m Head
Girl,” Hermione gritted out, remembering that neither of them had so much as offered a
congratulatory word for the achievement, not that she needed their pats on the back, but still.
“We live together. Is it so hard to believe that we’re friends?”

“Hermione,” Harry said with a small wince. “They’re, well…”

That only made her angry. “They’re students trying to get an education, Harry. Clearly,
they’re not in prison or being barred from attending Hogwarts. Malfoy may be on probation,
but if that’s good enough for the Wizengamot, it should be good enough for you.”

The table froze. Ginny didn’t say anything initially, having already given Hermione her peace
regarding both wizards, but she was also privy to the intimate details regarding their
relationship.

“It does’t hurt you one iota to not be a prat. You don’t have to see them every day, just go
about your lives and let them live theirs.”

“Gin? What about you?” Ron turned on his sister. “Are you taking up the gauntlet for Malfoy
and Nott, too, then?”

He looked at her with his eyes ablaze, begging her to take their side.

She shrugged and sipped her beer. “Honestly, it doesn’t bother me any. I trust Hermione.”
Ginny nodded at her and Hermione gave her a small smile.

“I can’t believe this,” Ron said, looking at Harry next.

“I’m not saying I’m best friends with them, but Hermione gets along well enough with and
she’s a good judge of character. It’s not that deep, Ronald. Malfoy and Nott exist in this
world, for better or for worse.”

“I’ll drink to that,” Harry said, lifting his glass. He seemed to be doing the infuriating thing
he tended to do which was not get in between any sort of disagreement Ron and Hermione
had. It had made third year particularly insufferable.

“Can we just change the subject, please?” Hermione asked as their food arrived. “How’s
Auror training going?”

The topic shift was welcome, as Hermione picked through her meal while Harry and Ron
launched into the highs and lows of their continued training. Normally, being left out of the
conversation and feeling like she was just a bit more separated from her two best friends
would make her a little sad, but her mind was still reeling.

She could understand, if she examined their perspective, why they would have reservations
about Draco and Theo. It wasn’t completely unreasonable. But, gods, was it frustrating that
Ron especially was just so quick to jump to the worst conclusions.
He would make a poor Auror if he couldn’t learn to ease up his temper or his snap
judgements.

They chatted their way through the meal, Hermione inserting a comment or a laugh when
appropriate to hide the downturn her mood had taken. She just wanted to get back to the
castle, frankly. It hurt a bit, knowing that she’d miss these moments with Ron and Harry as
they continued to get older and grow further into their own paths.

Maybe if she’d chosen to become an Auror, they’d still just be as close as ever. Things were
much simpler when they were in school, all things considered. And while she still had Ginny,
she missed the two of them. Missed feeling just as connected to them as they still seemed to
be with each other.

As they wrapped up, Harry quietly paid for their dinner and shared a conspiratorial look with
Ginny.

“Hermione, my friend, don’t give me that look, but I’m staying here tonight,” Ginny said
with a grin, not taking her eyes off of Harry.

Hermione rolled her eyes and pulled Ginny in for a hug. “Don’t get caught coming back to
the castle tomorrow, and have fun.”

Ginny pressed a kiss to her cheek. “Of course not, you have fun too,” she pulled back and
waggled her eyebrows at Hermione. “Go on then.”

She gave Harry a hug goodbye as well, turning to Ron next who offered an arm. “Can I walk
you back to the castle?” He asked softly.

Hermione sighed and nodded, giving him a warm smile. She always did prefer the softer
edges on Ron. They were rare moments, but it was when he was being earnestly attentive,
even in small ways, that had made her fall for him initially. Despite those feelings for him
being long gone, Hermione still cherished when he wasn’t being so brazen.

They walked arm in arm, Hermione clasping his elbow with both hands. The cold was still
borderline unbearable, so she pulled her wand out and cast a warming charm over the two of
them. Ron was, unfortunately, dreadful at convenience spells.

“So things are going well?” Ron asked as they exited the village and headed up towards the
castle.

She gave a one-shouldered shrug. “Well enough. NEWTs are definitely challenging, and
between rounds and organizing the Prefects, it’s a rather busy go of it.”

“Do you regret coming back?” Ron asked, nudging her shoulder. “The whole ‘no house’
thing must be pretty odd. Ginny told me that you’re all just in one separate dorm. The whole
lot of you, together.”

Hermione frowned. “It’s not so bad. I have my own quarters as Head Girl, with Theo.”
He snorted derisively. “Theo. Fucking can’t believe it. They really made him head boy?
Neville or Dean wouldn’t have been better? Or even Anthony Goldstein.”

“He’s…Ron, you don’t even know him. Theo isn’t a bad person, and he’s incredibly
intelligent, too.”

“He’s a Death Eater, ‘Mione.”

Hermione stopped in her tracks, just as the castle was coming in to view. “No, Ronald, he’s
not. His father was a Death Eater, and to be frank, he was a despicable person. Theo isn’t like
his father, he didn’t choose that nor did he ever take the mark. Honestly, you needn’t be so
judgmental.”

Ron tugged at her arm to keep them moving, gruffly speaking with his head towards the
ground. “You fucking him, ‘Mione?”

She gasped. “No,” she insisted. Not yet, at least. “But I don’t think it’s very fair for you to
just make blanket assumptions against someone you barely know. He’s my friend, and I don’t
take kindly to people talking badly about my friends.”

“Oh, that’s rich. I’m sure that Nott and his fucking Death Eater buddy Malfoy have a right
laugh about us. Or did you forget how awful the Slytherins were to you especially?”

“I haven’t forgotten,” Hermione said softly. “But we all went through enough during the war,
and I’m not willing to spend a year here at Hogwarts holding on to past grievances if the both
of them, yes, that includes Malfoy, have not given me any pause. They’ve both been perfectly
kind.”

They had reached the Entrance Hall, Ron turning her to look at her face earnestly, running his
hands down her arms. Something about the touch felt almost too intimate. It made her
uncomfortable.

“I’m worried, ‘Mione. That you’ll change too much this year, especially if you’re getting
close to those snakes. I can understand Nott, from a duty standpoint. Hard to avoid him, I
imagine. But don’t let Malfoy get to you. Don’t let him change you. Remember who you are,
okay?”

That only made Hermione angry. She knew who she was, and she realized rather quickly that
staying stagnant wasn’t a bad thing. She was growing, evolving, and Theo and Draco were
part of that. For the better, she felt.

“What’s there to worry about? I’m still Hermione Granger. We’ll still be friends, Ronald.”
She made an attempt to soften her words, to reassure the concerned look on his face.

“Right,” he grimaced, “but after? I was hoping…” he swallowed thickly. “Well, we never
really gave things a proper go, did we? And I was willing to step aside so you could finish up
school, but after, you know?”

Oh, fucking hell.

“Ron,” she said, “I don’t think that’s such a good idea. I…I want to stay friends.”

He sneered, and it was a cruel, disgusting look, making a loud noise of admonishment. It
earned them a few heads turned by the students milling about. Given that they both were
already well known individuals, it wouldn’t take much for them to make a scene.

“You are fucking Nott, aren’t you? That’s the only reason that makes sense, Hermione!”

“Lower your voice,” she hissed. “Gods, Ronald, this has nothing to do with that. I just don’t
think we’re a good fit.”

It wasn’t the first time she’d felt that, and the more she interacted with him, the more he tried
to subtly back her into a corner with the idea of them being together, the more it was
confirmed.

“But someone like Nott is?”

Hermione was irritated at his insistence that she and Theo were involved. To his point, he
wasn’t wrong but it was the blanket assumption rather than going off of anything concrete.
Ron was jealous, he had an inferiority complex, and Hermione had a hard time blaming him
for that…but at some point, he would have to grow up a bit.

And making Hermione feel guilty for not wanting to be with him felt…a bit gross.

“You know what, Ron?” she said, knowing she’d regret the words as soon as they came out
of her mouth but didn’t have it in her that moment to care. “I’m not fucking Theo, but I
intend to. Draco too, for that matter, and when I do, it’s going to be fucking incredible.”
Hermione leveled him with a glare before turning on her heel and storming back to her dorm.

Tears of frustration and sadness burned in her eyes, the brief spike of adrenaline crashing
through her. Gods, why did he have to make things difficult? She wasn’t without blame
either, knowing saying such a thing would create more problems than if she’s simply left it.

But…his attitude had just grated her to the point where she wanted to hurt him, too.

She stumbled into the common room, brushing past the mild looks of concern from the other
eighth year students and storming up the stairs to her room. Draco and Theo would likely
both be in there, and she’d have to answer for her current state, but instead of feeling
embarrassed, she was filled with warmth. She wanted the both of them, to ease the burning
hurt inside of her.

The two wizards were sitting on the sofa, looking a bit down from their loss against
Gryffindor, freshly showered and in lounge clothes, passing back and forth a Muggle
cigarette.

When Hermione entered, she released a choked sob as both of them snapped their heads in
her direction, twin looks of concern on their handsome faces. Theo made quick work of
banishing the cigarette and smoke as they both rushed towards her, flanking her on either
side.
“Who did this to you, princess?” Draco asked softly, wrapping an arm around her as they
guided her to the sofa.

Theo looked over her head at Draco and then tilted her chin towards him, his green eyes wide
with worry. “Tell us everything.”
 // Theo

Theo didn’t give crying women much thought. It was something that he knew could be an
irritant, but he was usually unbothered. Unconcerned.

Until he saw the pain and distress on Hermione’s face, and it had awoken something dark and
possessive within him. He’d willingly tear someone limb from limb for marring her features
with such anguish.

With Draco, they settled her on the sofa, crowding her so the three of them were pressed
tightly together. Draco stroked her hair softly while Theo held her hand in his, brushing his
fingers against the back of it.

She was still too upset to speak, hiccuping and crying, trying to regain her control.

“Breath, sweetheart. When you’re ready, okay?” He murmured softly. She nodded, sniffing
and swiping at her nose and eyes with the knit sleeve of her jumper.

After about three minutes, because Theo couldn’t help but count the seconds as they passed,
Hermione had composed herself enough to speak.

“It’s nothing, really,” she said with a slump to her shoulders.

“It’s not nothing,” Draco insisted. “Tell us what happened.”

“If you feel like it,” Theo quickly added, shooting Draco a glare. He nodded at him in
understanding.

Hermione sighed. “Just, well, I had lunch with Ginny and Harry and Ron. Ron walked me
back to the castle—”

“Did the fucking Weasel hurt you?” Draco growled dangerously, and Theo was reminded of
how much darkness he had inside of him during their sixth year. He may have renounced
being a Death Eater and all the bullshit ideals that came with it, but Draco Malfoy could still
be a cruel man if something he cared for was being threatened.

“No,” she said quickly, dropping a hand on Draco’s thigh. “He didn’t. Not physically.
Honestly, it wasn’t even that bad, I think I just got overwhelmed. He was being an arse, about
the two of you…and he just,” she groaned in frustration.

Theo couldn’t help the grin twitching the corners of his mouth. “Sweetheart, were you
defending us to the Weasel King? That’s what got you so upset?”

“More or less. He was just saying things about the kind of people you two were, and implied
that I’d let you change me, that we wouldn’t get back together if I got closer to the two of
you.”
The two men froze. “Hermione,” Draco said slowly. “We don’t want to change you. And if
you’re just holding out this year only to get back together with him, then maybe it’s best we
don’t continue.”

Theo recognized it for what it was, Draco was beginning to fall for her and the idea that she
might not be theirs to keep would eat at him relentlessly. Not that Theo was immune to such
feelings, either.

She shook her head aggressively, frowning. “No. That’s not…even before all of this, that was
never a possibility. I don’t want to be with Ron, independent of what we have here, together.”

The relief was almost palpable between him and Draco.

“And you are changing me, but for the better. You two make me feel so confident and so
wanted. Not because it’s what everyone thinks is supposed to happen, or because you have
some ideal of me in your head that’ll make a perfect wife, even if that’s not what I want to be.
I like the change, discovering a new side of myself.”

Both of them sighed, leaning back onto the sofa and pulling her with them. They arranged her
so Draco and Theo had their thighs pressed together, Hermione in Theo’s lap with her head
on Draco’s shoulder. Just a tangle of limbs and warmth and closeness.

Theo fucking loved it.

“I’m so sorry, sweetheart,” he murmured, kissing the top of her head. “What do you need
from us?”

Hermione didn’t answer with words, instead, tilting her head to press her mouth against
Theo’s, kissing him softly. He groaned lightly, tightening the hold he had around her waist.

When they broke apart, he pressed his forehead against hers and teased, “We didn’t win the
match.”

She chuckled, before turning her attention to Draco, kissing him just as gently as she had
Theo. “No,” Hermione said, leaving Draco with gasp and his ears pinked. “But you pissed off
Ron because you’re damn good at Quidditch, which feels like a win.”

“You little minx,” Draco laughed, kissing her again. Theo watched as he pulled her over onto
his lap fully, pressing his tongue against her lips and snaking into her mouth. He cupped her
face as he devoured her, and Theo began tracing the curves of Hermione hips and arse,
brushing against Draco’s thighs as he did.

It had gotten too hot, too quickly. His blood was simmering, knowing full well what was to
come. The three of them seemed to be vibrating with the energy shift in the room, from the
moment she kissed Theo.

“You sure?” Theo asked, running his nose along the side of her throat. He arched into the two
of them, desperate to have them both so much closer.

“I’m sure,” Hermione whispered against Draco’s mouth. “So sure.”

“How do you want it?” Draco asked roughly, the tightness in his jaw obvious.

She stilled, looking between the two wizards. Her eyes widened and Theo began to sense her
hesitation. Not hesitation to have sex, but deciding between the two of them.

“Theo,” whispered, leaning away from Draco to pull Theo in for a kiss. He would be lying if
he said his chest didn’t immediately swell with pride. Not that it was a competition, but, well,
she’d chosen him to be her first.

“Will you?” Hermione asked demurely.

Theo pulled her into his lap this time, brushing a stray curl away from her face. “Of course,
sweetheart. I’ll make it so good for you.”

She smiled and blushed, and it was so damn cute. “Draco, can you…do you want to…”

“Words, sweetheart,” Theo reminded her.

“I want you there, too.”

Draco grinned wolfishly. “Theo, let’s take this into the bedroom, hmm?”

Normally he’d balk at being given such a command as that was his preferred role, but he
wasn’t in a position to argue with him. He wholeheartedly agreed.

Theo scooped Hermione up by the arse, her legs winding around his hips as he kissed her
while walking them into her bedroom. He nudged the door open with his toe, causing her
beast of a cat to scamper away. Draco shut the door behind them as he lowered her onto the
bed, still joined at the lips.

He couldn’t get close enough to her, it felt like.

Draco lay on the bed next to them, and Hermione went to him quickly, their mouths pressed
together as Theo worked the button on her denims. She arched her hips as he slid them down
her legs before removing her socks too. Draco’s hand was teasing under her jumper, pushing
the material off.

The two of them worked together to remove Hermione’s clothing until she was only in her
grey knickers and bra, looking like a fucking angel on the bed. Her hair was wild and fanned
out behind her and there was that fucking pink flush spreading over her chest and her cheeks.

Theo and Draco both knelt on the bed, looking down at her. He wagered if he looked down,
he’d see Draco’s athletic shorts tented just as much as his own, his cock achingly hard in
anticipation.

“Get her ready for me, Draco,” Theo said, palming his dick through his shorts. He wanted,
needed, her to come at least once before he fucked her. She needed to be relaxed, pliant,
ready.
Plus, there was the added benefit of watching Draco touch their girl which was a favorite of
his.

Draco pulled his shirt off with one hand before shoving his shorts down, leaving him in only
his boxers. Theo did the same, evening the playing field. Hermione’s mouth parted at the
sight of them stripping, dragging her lower lip between her teeth.

Theo groaned, he loved her pouty little mouth. It was so innocent, at first glance, but he knew
exactly what wicked things she could do with it.

He watched, stroking himself through his boxers, as Draco lowered himself on to her,
kneading her breast through the bra before ripping it down to expose her perfect, pink nipple.
His hand moved around to her back to unclasp it, tossing the garment away.

As one of his hands tweaked and pinched her nipple, his mouth lathed at her throat and Theo
sucked the other nipple into his mouth.

Hermione gasped, jolting beneath them as his tongue swirled around the peaked tip before his
lips closed over it, sucking and biting.

“Spread her legs, Theo,” Draco said in a gravely voice, and Theo slid a hand down between
her thighs, grazing against her slit over her knickers, as he pulled a leg closer to him. Draco
had the other, the both of them holding her thighs apart.

Hermione was already panting and whimpering beneath them as Draco slid his hand into the
waistband of here knickers. Theo kissed her, teasing the seam of her lips with his tongue
before delving in to swallow her moans as Draco’s fingers connected with her sensitive flesh.

Draco groaned. “So wet,” he praised. “Fuck, princess.”

Theo alternated between covering Hermione’s mouth and jaw and neck with his lips and
tongue and watching the way Draco’s hand slowly worked between her thighs.

“Take her knickers off, D. I want to see you touching her cunt,” Theo growled, sliding a hand
to cradle the back of Hermione’s head, lifting her enough so she could watch, too.

“Yes sir,” Draco said dutifully, making Theo grunt and press his cock against Hermione’s
bare thigh.

The two of them watched as Draco stripped her bare, lowering himself between her thighs
and spreading her pussy apart with two fingers.

“Do you want me to fuck her with my hand, or my tongue, Theo?” He asked, a wicked glint
in his eyes.

“Use your mouth, Draco.”

“Fingers it is,” he said with a petulant, fucking bratty smirk. His tongue was pressed between
his teeth as he grinned at Theo, sliding two of his fingers into Hermione’s cunt.
She reacted instantly, rocking her hips back and forth in time with Draco’s measured strokes.
Theo scrambled around the bed, settling himself behind her with her in between his legs so
she could lean against his chest. Draco watched both of their faces as his thumb pressed
against her clit, still fucking her with his hand.

“Do you want more, sweetheart?” He whispered in her ear, his cock pressed against her back.

“Yes,” she panted, reaching an arm back to thread in the curls around the nape of Theo’s
neck. “More, please, Draco.”

He picked up his pace, curling his fingers and rubbing furtively on her clit, making her gasp
and moan in a rhythm each time the dragged along her cunt. A determined looked clouded
his grey eyes as he worked to make her fall apart.

“Come for him, sweetheart. You’re doing so well. Look at you,” he praised, sucking on the
soft skin under her jaw. “Let go, let Draco make you feel good. Gods, Hermione, fuck.”

Theo’s cock was aching, throbbing, precum leaking from the tip as he watched Draco
continue to fuck her cunt with his fingers while he moved upwards to kiss and bite along her
chest. He watched hungrily as Draco sucked a mark right on the swell of her breast, the subtle
rock of his own hips against the mattress.

“Oh, fuck, I’m there, I’m….” Hermione gasped, trailing off into a whimpering moan as her
muscles tensed, the orgasm rocking through her. When it had crested, she practically melted
bonelessly against Theo and the bed.

Draco placed one final kiss to her skin as he slid his fingers out of her, licking them clean and
staring appreciatively at the flushed, sweat dampened witch beneath him.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said, pressing a kiss to her cheek. She smiled weakly at him, and
Theo looked at Draco expectantly.

Draco gave him a crooked smile, leaning forward to brush his lips against Theo’s. “Sorry, T,”
he whispered. “I don’t like being told what to do.”

Theo huffed a short sound before gripping the back of his neck to pull him in for a brutal,
rough kiss. It was all teeth and tongues and battling for dominance. Those were his favorite
kind of kisses with Draco.

He lightly slapped Draco’s cheek twice after he pulled away. “If you want to be a good boy,
Draco, you’re going to have to learn.”

The whimper that elicited from the blond man’s throat was everything.

“Theo,” Hermione said softly, “Theo I need you.”

He scooted up the bed, resting his back against the wall as he jerked his chin at Draco who
helped settle Hermione onto his lap so they were face to face.

The blond took up station next to Theo, shoulders pressed together.

He looked at Hermione, searching her face carefully for any signs of hesitation, but she had a
soft look in her eyes, her lips curled into an adoring smile. She nodded, as if she could read
Theo’s thoughts, and let out a shuddering exhale.

Theo ran his hands up and down her arms tenderly, before gripping her hips and tilting her
forward to kiss her. His wand had been tossed on the bedside table when he took of his pants,
so he reached over and grabbed it, casting the contraceptive spell over her.

“Are you ready?” He whispered. Hermione nodded, her curls bouncing, as she lifted up on
her knees slightly. Theo pulled down his boxers, freeing his cock from the confines and
rubbing the tip against her slit.

Fuck, it felt so goddamned good. It had been long enough since he’d stuck his cock in a cunt,
felt the wet, warm heat of a woman. He’d made Hermione come before with his cock, but
there were always barriers of clothing between them.

“I’m ready,” she said with a nod. “Please, Theo.”

He notched himself at her entrance while Draco soothingly whispered in her ear, rubbing her
back, providing the extra attention and tenderness that had Theo’s heart aching.

It had never felt like this before, his cock slipping inside of someone, never felt so perfect, so
connected, so right.

This is how it always should be, he thought to himself as he watched Hermione’s face in utter
adoration, her eyes fluttering softly as she breathed, slowly lowering herself further onto his
length.

“Fuck, there you go,” Theo said when she paused, tilting her hips a fraction to get used to the
stretch, the size. She was so wet already, but it was an adjustment going from their hands and
mouths to their frankly impressive cocks. “Good girl, you’re taking me so well.”

Hermione loved the praise, adored it. Ate it up like fucking sugar quills so Theo made it a
point to never let her forget how phenomenal he thought she was.

The breath punched out of both of their chests when Hermione lowered herself fully on top of
him. He kissed her, tangling her fingers in her hair as she stilled. Hermione’s nails dug little
divots into his shoulders where she gripped him, rising up a bit only to sink back down.

Fuck, Theo wasn’t going to last long. He was so fucking hard for her, had been dreaming
about this since the first time he kissed her, and the reality was far better.

“Set the pace, sweetheart.”

Hermione tested the waters a bit, making small movements that made Theo’s balls twitch as
he groaned. Circling her hips, sliding up and down on his cock, figuring out exactly what she
needed to feel good.

His hands gripped her arse firmly, holding back the feral desire to thrust upwards into her,
fuck her rough and hard, to claim her.
Theo tossed his head to the side as Hermione finally found a rhythm, bouncing on her knees
for leverage to ride his cock, her clit pressing against his pelvis. The tiny noises she had
begun to make were growing louder, and when Theo looked to Draco, right next to him, he
saw the flash of sliver through the tip of his cock as he stroked himself, watching where the
two of them were connected.

“Fuckkkk,” Theo groaned as Hermione did something with her hips that made his cock throb
harder. “Fuck, yes, that’s so fucking good.”

Draco leaned over, running his tongue along the side of Theo’s neck. “I can’t get over how
good you look right now,” he rasped. “Both of you. Princess, you’re taking Theo’s cock so
well.”

Hermione preened, biting her lip as she looked at Draco who was nipping at Theo’s jaw, her
tits bouncing as she steadily rode him.

“Both of you need to fucking come before I do, I won’t last,” he grit out, sliding his hand
over Draco’s, running his thumb over the barbells in the tip, spreading the leaking fluid
around.

Hermione gasped, pausing to watch with delighted surprise at Theo’s hand on Draco’s dick. It
wasn’t the first time for him, that having took place in the showers, but it was a first for her to
see them do anything but kiss.

She gave a panting whine before surging forward to fuck Theo harder, kissing both of them
wherever she could reach. Her hand flew out to wrap around Theo’s and Draco’s fell away,
the man moaning and fucking into their fists as they stroked him together.

“Theo…Draco…” Hermione moaned, clamping her lips shut as he felt her tight cunt clench
around him.

“Are you going to come, Hermione?” Theo tried to say in a seductive voice but it came out as
a choked hiss, all of his brain cells leaving the building because he could only focus on so
much. Hermione’s cunt strangling his cock, the soft moans Draco was making as the two of
them stroked him, the slide of his hard cock in between his hands and the brush of
Hermione’s fingers over his…

It was too much.

“Come, sweetheart, now,” Theo panted desperately, releasing Draco and helping guide
Hermione’s movements. He thrust upwards just as she screamed through another orgasm. His
balls drew up and his cock surged, spilling into Hermione just moments before Draco swore
loudly, going rigid next to him.

They all paused for a moment, catching their breath as Theo felt a bit dazed and bewildered
at what had just happened. Hermione had slumped forward, resting her head on Theo’s
shoulder, the hand that was on Draco’s cock now hanging limply from her side, his cum
coating her fingers. Draco had an arm thrown over his eyes, his hair disheveled even more so
and face red, the rest of his release spilled over his stomach.
“Morgana’s left tit,” Draco panted. “That was…”

“Incredible,” Hermione finished for him, and Theo was warmed at her assertion of the
situation. He knew, regardless, that he and Draco would enjoy it. But this had all been for her,
giving her what she wanted. Theo nuzzled against her head, lifting her hips so his cock could
slip out of her, letting them all have a moment of reprieve before the necessary clean up.

Food from the kitchens tangled in Hermione’s sheets sounded like a fine way to spend the
rest of the day, he thought to himself, as he cast cleansing spells over their various body parts.
They didn’t even have to get dressed.

Before he could act on that plan, however, Hermione pulled him in for a tender, passionate
kiss, giving Draco the same attention.

“When can we do that again?” She asked, bright eyed and blissfully.

Theo looked at her incredulously as Draco collapsed back on the bed in laughter, pulling her
with him.

How in the fuck did he end up so lucky?

 // Draco
Chapter Notes
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Despite Hermione’s immediate desire to have an encore to their Sunday afternoon activity,
the subtle wince she made when getting off the bed had Draco abandoning all ideas that
either of them were getting between her thighs anytime soon.

“It’s fine,” she said, schooling her features when both Draco and Theo sat up at the first sign
of her discomfort. “Just a little sore, that’s to be expected right?”

“I don’t know,” Theo said, sitting on the edge of the bed and tugging Hermione closer so she
could stand between his thighs. “I’ve never had a cock inside me before, sweetheart. But I
would imagine so, yes.”

Draco choked at Theo’s words, trying to cover it up with a cough and earning bemused
expressions from the both of them. His face felt red hot, and he quickly summoned the glass
of water sitting on the other nightstand, chugging half of it in one go.

“Sorry,” he wheezed. But Salazar fucking Slytherin, he’d just watched Theo bury his cock
inside of Hermione and then just casually mention cocks inside of him. Draco’s heart was
going to give out.

He was so fucking gone for Theo.

“Sit back down, whatever you needed to get, we can get for you,” Theo said firmly, pulling
Hermione back onto the bed.

“I need to use the loo,” Hermione said with a laugh, pushing Theo away and grabbing her red
dressing gown. It was a shame, really, for her to cover up that sinful body. “But I could really
go for a bath. Think you can manage that for me?” She asked with an arched brow, cinching
her dressing gown tight.

“Actually,” Theo said thoughtfully, and Draco wondered where his mind was going. The
bathroom in their dorm only had a shower…

“Oh,” it dawned on Draco too.

Hermione had disappeared, closing the door to the bathroom.

“You’re thinking what I’m thinking right?”

“I think so,” Draco nodded. “Prefects’ bathroom?”

A wicked grin eased the corners of his mouth up. “Exactly.”

“Hermione!” Draco called, putting on a beckoning tone. “We’re taking a bath,” he said when
she reemerged. “You ask, we deliver, princess.”

Both of the boys were sat up on the bed, both still naked, and Draco could just imagine the
sight based on the way Hermione’s breath hitched slightly and the apples of her cheeks
turned pink, eyes wide. “Oh?”

“Prefects’ bath, get dressed.”

Hermione had the audacity to look admonished. “Draco isn’t a prefect,” she said with a
pointed finger at the man in question.

He snorted and rolled his eyes. “Like you’ve never broken a rule before.”

She paused and then giggled delicately as the three of them dressed and began the somewhat
sneaky trek to the prefects’ private suite.

It was well before curfew, but it would be difficult to come up with something plausible as
for why the three of them were wandering the corridors together on a Sunday afternoon.
Draco and Theo being together made sense, sure, but to the rest of the student population’s
credit, they were unaware of Hermione’s involvement outside of her shared Head student
responsibilities with Theo.

Maybe they needed to have a conversation about navigating this thing.

Draco shook his head, banishing the thought. That could come later. The only thought on his
mind was getting Hermione naked again, and into a relaxing tub.

To their poor luck, however, they ran into Luna Lovegood, wandering the halls barefoot,
looking a bit lost and eerie with her round, wide eyes.

“Oh,” Hermione said, stopping in her tracks. “Hello, Luna.”

“Good evening, Hermione, Theodore, and Draco. It’s a lovely Sunday for a stroll, don’t you
think?”

“Yes,” Hermione replied eagerly and quickly, giving the impression she was trying to make
quick work of the conversation. Her voice had gone a bit pitchy and breathless. Both Draco
and Theo were frozen on the spot. “Yes, we’re just…”

Say something. Say anything, Merlin.

“Library,” Theo blurted and Draco wanted to cuff him upside the head. That was, by far, the
stupidest excuse he could have given. They didn’t even have books with them.

“Ah,” Lovegood said, looking at their empty hands. “You seem to have forgotten a few
things.”

The collective silence was deafening.

“I would maybe speak to the Headmistress to have your dorms checked for Wrackspurts, they
do tend to make your head a bit fuzzy.”

Lovegood left, just as oddly as she appeared.

When she turned the corner, Hermione blew out a breath, hands on her hips. “Well, let’s go,
before we run into anyone else.”

She hustled down the corridor towards their destination as Theo tugged him close,
whispering in his ear.

“What the fuck is a Wrackspurt?”

“Haven’t a clue, mate, but I’m fucking grateful for them if she bought your ridiculous library
excuse.”

They made it to the bathroom without running into anyone else, thankfully, and Hermione
muttered the password, Evergreen, to allow them entry.

She quickly locked the door so no one else could enter after they confirm they were wholly
alone.

It had been a while since Draco had been in the Prefects’ bath, since sixth year at least. His
seventh year was one he’d prefer to forget, having been entirely unenjoyable, stuck
somewhere between hating everything about the war, and forced to act on the Carrows
directives.

Still, the space hadn’t changed a bit, a massive pool-sized tub with countless jets and taps,
little benches to sit on and fluffy towels under constant warming charms throughout.

Hermione looked a bit shy at first, eyes darting between Draco and Theo, before she moved
over to the taps and begun turning them on.

Rushes of water began to fill the tub quickly, with sweet smelling pink bubbles that sent
swirls of shimmering steam into the air. Hermione chewed on her lower lip, pulling the dress
she’d thrown on over her head.

Theo made an appreciative noise in his throat and both of the boys followed suit to undress,
slipping their t-shirts and athletic shorts off in tandem until the three of them were only in
their underwear.

The air felt a bit heavy, which was strange considering the number of times they’d been in
similar states of undress and more so over the last week, but Hermione’s cheeks blushed
furiously as she reached behind her to unclasp her bra, letting it fall to the floor. She kept her
eyes fixed on Draco and Theo as she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her knickers,
dropping those as well before stepping out of them.

Draco understood. This was far more intimate, it felt. Taking a bath together, the three of
them. Exposing their bodies with no intention or expectation for sexual gratification. He
couldn’t recall if he’d ever actually bathed with someone before, without the underlying goal
of coming.

His cock twitched involuntarily at the memory of his shower with Theo and how that had
resulted in both of them coming into each other’s hands.

Theo shucked off his boxers next, Draco following the directive. Hermione’s breath hitched
as the two of them crossed the distance towards her, Theo taking her by the hand and leading
her into the then full, warm bath.

They settled in on a bench, submerging them to their chests, the bubbles floating around,
giving little peeks and hints of her rosy nipples which were already hard, despite the warmth
of the water.

“Does that help, sweetheart?” Theo murmured, guiding her to rest her shoulders against the
edge of the tub and slipping an arm around her. Draco sat on her other side, their bodies
pressed together as if it were a tight space, despite expansive tub they were sitting in.

“Mmm,” Hermione hummed, closing her eyes. “Yes, it does. Thank you.”

“You asked for a bath, princess, who are we to deny you?” Draco said playfully, kissing her
bare shoulder. She giggled, a soft smile playing on her lips.

Hermione sighed heavily, tilting her head to rest on Theo’s shoulder and gently tracing
patterns on Draco’s thigh with her fingertips through the water. “You two…I…thank you. For
everything.”

Her voice had taken on a slightly more somber tone, causing Draco to share a look over the
top of her head. “Do you want to talk about what happened today? With Weasley?” Theo said
against the crown of her head.

She stiffened, before sitting up and looking at the bubbles in front of her, skimming her hand
over the top of them and collecting them on her palm.

“He’s just…an arse. Really, there isn’t much to tell. He was just really fixated on the two of
you, saying some nasty things that don’t really matter,” Hermione said with a distant voice.

Rage coiled in Draco’s chest, at the Weasley’s audacity. Granted, it was unlikely he knew
how things had shifted between the three of them, but to experience how compassionate
Hermione had been and how…not necessarily accepting, but willing to move forward the
other Gryffindors had been, it seemed petty and immature.

“Is that what upset you?” Theo prompted, seeming to have the right words to keep her talking
where Draco had thoughtless things on the tip of his tongue to say about the red-headed
prick, which undoubtedly would make things worse.

“A bit,” she said sadly. “But I told you how he walked me back to the castle and he was
thinking we’d be getting back together. And I might have said some things to him that I’ll
probably regret.” Hermione’s lips twisted into a sad grimace.
“What did you say?” Draco asked curiously, kneading the skin above her knee with his
thumb.

“He kept suggesting Theo and I were together,” Hermione said with a humorless laugh, “as if
that was the reason I didn’t want to get back together with him, and then, well, I might have
told him that I hadn’t slept with you,” she said with a look towards Theo, “but that I planned
to sleep with both of you and that it was going to be incredible.”

Draco blinked in disbelief, and Theo barked out a loud laugh that echoed throughout the
bathroom. “You did not,” he said through peals of laughter.

“I did,” she grimaced. “And well, I only regret it because it makes it seem like I slept with
you out of spite, which I didn’t,” Hermione said quickly, looking at both of them wide-eyed
to make sure they believed her.

Draco did, he truly did. He was nervous for a moment, when she returned to the common
room that they were just a stop-gap until graduation and she’d run back into the Weasel’s
arms. That this was just some way of exploring herself, nothing long term. But he was
beginning to see that this was a bit deeper than that for Hermione. She wasn’t wantonly
jumping into bed with them, there were still thoughts and feelings and care attached to
everything she did. Despite her insistence that things were primarily physical.

They were all becoming attached.

“But…I shouldn’t have betrayed your confidence like that either. Honestly, at this point, I
could care less what people think. I’m not ashamed of myself or of being with the two of you,
but it’s a bit unconventional. And what if word gets around? I spat it out without thinking
what it might mean for you!” Hermione’s voice got a little pitchier, and her brows furrowed.

Draco hadn’t considered that until then. He moved to comfort her, trailing a finger down her
cheek but his mind was reeling a bit. That was…a complication. A valid concern. He wasn’t
sure which of the three of them would have the hardest time with the fallout.

Instantly, he considered that Hermione and Theo certainly would. Draco was used to the hate,
the vitriol. What difference did it make if people learned he was bisexual and sleeping with
the two of them? He didn’t care, he was already branded a Death Eater.

Theo however, was still just coming to grips with his sexuality. That was going to take some
time, and while he’d made such large strides with the two of them, Draco didn’t expect it to
be easy for him to be out, publicly.

And Hermione…the Golden Girl. The Gryffindor Princess. She might have said that she
wasn’t ashamed of the two of them, but would that change once whispers or cruel words were
thrown her way? Draco knew she had thick skin, remarkably so. If she could willingly let
Draco in, after years of his bullying and bigotry, then there was no question that she would
put on a brave face.

But he knew how deep those words could cut, even if she didn’t show it.
“Hermione,” Draco finally said, tilting her head towards his so he could look into her deep
amber eyes. “Don’t worry about that. Granted, it probably should have been a conversation,
yes. But we can deal with things as they come, and tell people whatever we want to. Fuck the
rumors, princess.”

Hermione looked at him earnestly, eyes full of surprise before she grinned and pressed a kiss
to his lips.

“Theo?” She asked, turning to the other man. “Are you…is that…?”

Theo sighed heavily. “Honestly, I don’t know.” Hermione’s shoulders turned inward and she
made a small whimpering noise before he shook his head, curls flopping over his eyes.

“Not like that, sweetheart, don’t think that. It was bound to come out eventually, if we keep
going. I like…this. I’m comfortable with this, just the three of us. I don’t know if I’m ready
for it to be more…” Theo pulled a face.

“Hey,” Draco said softly, reaching across Hermione to brush Theo’s knee. “Fuck the rumors,
Theo. We’ll protect you, okay?”

His best friend swallowed thickly, his throat bobbing and it made Draco’s pulse skitter. Theo
looked at him with his gorgeous green eyes and nodded. “Yeah, yeah, okay. Okay. Fuck the
rumors. Just the three of us, that’s what matters right?”

Draco smirked. “Exactly.”

Hermione made a light noise in her throat and said in a small voice. “So it’s okay? We can…
we can keep doing this? You’re not cross with me?”

Theo leaned closer and pressed a kiss to her neck. “Never, sweetheart. We’ll take things as
they come. Why, you want to keep doing this?” He continued to kiss lightly at the slick skin
of her throat and shoulders, shifting the water around them.

“Y-yes,” she whispered.

Draco’s cock twitched. It was ridiculous, really, how quickly the two of them, independently
or together, could get him so hot.

He wondered just how hot he could make the two of them.

“Good,” Draco said in a gravelly voice, thick with growing need. He mirrored Theo’s
position, licking the other side of her neck and sucking the skin into his mouth. “Because
seeing you spread around Theo’s cock was something I don’t want to forget, and I can’t wait
to see it again.”

Hermione shifted, making a small, needy noise in her throat.

Draco and Theo worked together to kiss and suck at her skin, Draco’s teeth grazing along her
collarbone as Theo began plucking at her nipple.
He reached his hand into the water and gently spread her legs, causing her to gasp. He
wouldn’t touch her cunt, the entire purpose of this bath was to give her some relief after her
first time, but it seemed they were all unable to resist the heated moment.

Theo joined in, his low, raspy voice sending a shiver down Draco’s spine. “You took me so
well, too, didn’t you? Such a good girl for me, Hermione. For us.”

She moaned through her pursed lips, both hands reaching out to grip them wherever she
could. Draco felt her slender fingers circle around his wrist under the water, tugging, trying to
bring his hand closer.

“Ah ah, princess,” Draco teased. “I’m not going to touch your pussy. Not tonight.”

“Please,” Hermione whined, canting her hips against the water, getting frustrated with the
lack of relief.

“We don’t want to hurt you, love,” Theo whispered. It was almost eerie how in-tune the two
of them were with each other, knowing exactly what to say to their girl, how to make her feel
good.

“Kiss me, please, kiss me,” Hermione said instead, turning her head to desperately press her
mouth against Theo’s. With a quick motion he had her sideways on his lap, knees bent and
facing Draco, as their tongues tangled together.

The view was…everything. Draco’s cock was stiff, and he couldn’t resist running his hand
down his shaft, thumbing at the head. Hermione was moaning into Theo’s mouth as he
swallowed the noises she made, his hands gripped and sliding over her skin.

“Fuuuck,” Draco groaned as Theo released Hermione’s lips and tilted his head down to suck
on her perfect tits. He tossed a wicked smile at Draco as his teeth grazed the pink bud,
flicking his tongue out as he released her.

“Come here then, Draco.”

Theo grabbed Hermione around the waist, sliding over to the corner of the tub and leaning
into it, positioning Hermione so she was on his lap, legs spread on either side of his thighs,
facing Draco. His large hands, ones he knew were rough and calloused and felt so good
wrapped around his cock, gripped her breasts invitingly.

Draco waded over and placed his hands boldly on where their thighs touched, his fingers
moving from Theo to Hermione, Hermione to Theo.

She was panting, her cheeks and chest and neck flushed from the warmth of the water and
their combined hands and mouths.

He kissed her deeply, tasting her sweetness along with Theo’s still on her tongue as he licked
into her mouth, biting her lip. Theo bucked his hips as Draco’s hands got closer, but not quite
touching his sack, along the sensitive skin of his inner thigh.

“Gods damn it, Draco,” he grunted. “Fuckkk.”

Draco angled himself to press his cock against Hermione’s slit. He couldn’t help himself. He
said he wouldn’t touch her cunt, but he could certainly make her come.

“Yes,” she hissed. “Oh gods, Draco.”

“You like that, princess?” Draco gripped himself and pressed his tip against her, firmly, but
not too hard. When the metal from his piercings connected with her sensitive bud, she let out
a shuttering, choked moan.

“Yes, more, please. Keep…” she panted, reaching a hand back to curl around Theo’s neck,
“keep talking. Tell me…what you want to do to me…”

Hermione was desperate and Theo was growing in his need as well, biting his lip so fucking
deliciously as he continued to grind his dick against Hermione’s arse.

“And to each other,” she added and Draco’s brain short circuited.

He’d seen the ways her eyes widened whenever him and Theo touched, the pleading,
desperate, needy expressions she made when she saw Theo fisting Draco’s cock.

Their girl liked watching them play, as much as they liked watching her with each other.

“Do you want to be used by us, sweetheart?” Theo whispered, making eye contact with
Draco. He licked his lower lip and fuck, Draco just wanted to bite.

“Please.”

“You going to let me fill your pretty cunt while Theo fucks your arse someday? Maybe we’ll
do it just like this,” Draco grunted, rubbing the hard ridge of his cock against her clit, causing
her to moan again. “Or maybe we’ll just pass you back and forth, until you’re so wrung out
you can’t speak.” It was filthy and debauched but the idea had Draco’s cock throbbing.

She didn’t seem to mind, though, as the prospect of either of both of those things had
Hermione chanting, “yes, yes, yes” as she leaned forward and pressed her head against
Draco’s chest. She gripped his shoulders for leverage, grinding herself on him.

“Or do you want to watch Draco suck me off while you ride my face?” Theo said, making
Draco’s breath hitch in surprise. He snapped his eyes up to find Theo watching him hungrily
as the three of their bodies writhed in the tub, water splashing over the side.

Hermione whimpered, nodding her head against Draco’s chest.

“Think you can be a good boy for me, Draco? Let me fuck that pretty mouth of yours?”

Fuck, fuck, fuck. He was going to come.

He tried to send his thoughts elsewhere, concentrating on everything except the thought of
having Theo’s dick in his mouth. But he was salivating, panting, hyper fixated on the idea.
 Theo grabbed Draco by the back of the neck and pulled him in for a kiss, not as rough as
Draco had expected, but still searing. That only sandwiched Hermione tighter between them
as she rocked back and forth, chasing her own pleasure against their bodies.

Draco panted against Theo’s mouth, whimpering when he felt teeth, gently pulling his lower
lip in and sucking. His tongue soothed the bite, before running the length of his lip and
releasing him.

“Can you?” Theo whispered, looking earnest, serious. This wasn’t just the heat of the
moment, Theo wanted it.

Draco couldn’t even form two thoughts together to try and say something bratty, to wind
Theo up like he loved to do.

“I’ll be your good boy, Theo,” he said against his lips. “Fuck, Theo, I’ll be so good for you.”

The words were more heartfelt and emotional than Draco had expected, but they were
undoubtedly true. If Theo would give him the chance, if either of them did, he knew he’d
give them fucking everything.

“Good for both of you,” he added, pulling back to kiss Hermione. He wanted to make sure
she knew that he was equally invested in both of them. Despite having harbored feelings for
Theo for far longer, Hermione was in it. She had wedged herself into their dynamic, bringing
them both together.

“Oh gods, oh fuck,” Hermione whined, and Draco knew having seen and made her come
enough times that she was close.

“Come for us, sweetheart,” Theo gritted out, latching his mouth to the juncture of her neck
and shoulder as one hand gripped her tit and the other found its way to Draco’s thigh. The
little touch, the small distance he crossed, had Draco right there.

“I’m close, I’m, Theo, please tell me you’re going to come,” Draco said desperately, rutting
against Hermione with extra pressure, one hand gripping the edge of the tub to steady
himself. The angle was awkward, but he was going to chase that feeling down until the very
end.

“Fuck!” Theo roared, tipping his head back and tightening the hold he had on both of them.
Theo said nothing else, just a few staggering, gasping breaths just as Hermione cried out her
release and Draco felt his own cock throb, cum shooting out into the water between their
bodies and against the soft skin of her belly, the three of them falling apart, together, for the
second time that day.

Chapter End Notes

We’re getting closer to an actual “feelings” conversation, and very close to some more
Dreo goodness, as well as a little sweet Dramione too.

Also, some plot forthcoming.

Full disclosure, I intended some plot here but instead, this happened. Whoops.

But also—Draco is so down bad for both of them, and he’s just…ugh, I can’t with how
much he is simping over Theo.
 // Hermione
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes

Sex with Theo and Draco was going to get Hermione into trouble.

She should have known better, realizing how utterly distracted she had been from the
beginning, when Theo had barely begun to show her how incredible exploring each other’s
bodies could be. Hermione, naively, assumed that sex would just be another facet, hardly any
better than when the two used their mouth or hands on her.

She was wrong, very, very wrong.

Because it was fucking incredible. It had been uncomfortable at first, but only briefly before
the stretch of Theo’s thick cock inside of her felt good. So good.

Her mind was on overdrive, and her blood was simmering as she recalled the feeling of Theo
inside of her, the way she could feel everything when she tiled her hips just so. His words of
praise, and Draco’s gentle touch.

Draco and Theo, kissing, touching each other. It was the most erotic thing Hermione had ever
experienced, Theo stroking Draco while he fucked her, the two of them all hands and mouths
and tangling with her.

That was, until the bath.

Hermione shivered at the memory of Draco and Theo’s filthy words as she was pressed
between them, the way Theo’s cock felt against her arse and Draco’s piercings rubbing her
clit.

Honestly, was there a limit to how hard and how many times those two could make her fall
apart?

She wanted all of it, all of the configurations and experiences, and she was lucky that the two
of them seemed so eager to give it to her. It was a bit self-indulgent, but a bit to test the
waters, to ask for them to tell her what they wanted to do to each other. Hermione had hoped
she wasn’t pushing Theo too far, but clearly, they had gotten more comfortable with touching
and kissing.

And when Theo said he’d have Draco suck him off while she sat on his face…well…that
would simply have to wait, because Hermione had a feeling she could get lost in indulging in
both wizards’ bodies in every which way.

Which was unfortunate, because they all had competing priorities. Hermione would simply
have to exercise restraint, as the term had barely started, and she was already feeling behind
by not being weeks ahead.
Both boys pouted adorably when Hermione suggested they spend the next few days ensuring
they were focusing on schoolwork and not each other, but then quickly realized she was right,
despite the tempting nature of getting lost beneath the sheets.

It was a challenge though, at any rate.

By Monday, Hermione had already begun questioning her resolve when Draco stepped out of
Theo’s bedroom, since he was hardly even pretending to stay in the eighth-year boys’ dorm
any longer, wearing nothing but his boxers while she was fixing her morning tea.

“Morning princess,” he rasped on his way to the bathroom, all bare skin and disheveled hair.
“You’ve got a bit of drool, there.” He kissed the corner of her mouth, teasing her lightly with
his tongue.

It was unfair, truly.

Before she could do something ridiculous like let her mind wander towards what the two of
them got up to behind the closed door, or simply return the kiss and then some, she shook her
head and left quickly.

“Hermione, hey!” Padma, Mandy, and Hannah were in the common room already. “Headed
to breakfast?”

“I am, are you as well?” Hermione asked. Despite the fact that she’d hoped to sneak down to
the Great Hall while it was still quiet—breakfast service began early enough that students had
a longer window to eat before classes—Hermione thought she’d rather like having breakfast
with the three girls.

Padma was, thankfully, a bit more subdued than her twin. Hermione often wondered what her
life would have been like if she had been sorted into Ravenclaw and shared a room with
Padma and Mandy and the other Ravenclaws. She seemed to always get along better with
them than with Lavender and Parvati.

“We can head down together, then,” Mandy beamed at her. “Han, are you coming?”

Hannah shook her head, a light pink blush on her fair skin. “No, I think I’m going to wait for
Neville.”

Padma and Mandy shared matching looking of cute adoration for their friend and Hermione
couldn’t help but smile as well. She knew that Neville had harbored a bit of a crush on
Hannah beginning somewhere around fifth year, and it seemed that the feeling was mutual.

“See you, then,” Padma waved as the three girls headed to the Great Hall.

Padma and Hermione commiserated over a particular nasty essay Professor Vector had set for
them while Mandy teased that she was glad to have not taken Arithmancy, and was quite
enjoying her relaxing final year.

Hermione rolled her eyes as she was taking seven NEWTs but neither girl begrudged her or
made jokes about how her nose would always be buried in a book. Being formerly
Ravenclaws, they understood and appreciated hard work.

They all sat down at the Ravenclaw table and Hermione began fixing her breakfast when two
others joined them. Luna floated over, with her a brunette student that Hermione recognized
but couldn’t quite place.

She too was wearing Ravenclaw robes, and looked to be at least a sixth or seventh year.

“Good morning,” Luna said airily as the two sat down. Clearly, Padma and Mandy knew the
other witch as they all gave each other familiar greetings. Hermione didn’t want to stare,
stirring cream and raspberries into her porridge, but she could feel the other witch’s eyes on
her.

“Oh, Hermione, how unpleasantly rude of me,” Luna spoke up. “This is Astoria Greengrass,
she’s in seventh year with me.”

“Hi,” Astoria said demurely, looking a bit nervous which Hermione thought was a little
strange, but maybe Astoria was just a shy person.

They all fell into easy conversation as more students filed in around them. Hermione spotted
Hannah and Neville enter the Great Hall not long after they did, hand in hand before sitting at
the Hufflepuff table.

“Oh,” Luna said with as much disappointment a person like Luna could muster, frowning at
Neville who had just pressed a light kiss to Hannah’s cheek. “Neville and Hannah are an
item.”

“Oh, Lune,” Astoria said with a grimace. “I’m so sorry.”

Luna shrugged, suddenly seeming unaffected. “They look nice together. His energy
compliments her fingernail polish quite well.”

“Goodness, you’d think as we got older the sting of crushes wouldn’t hurt so bad, right?”
Mandy said with a grimace. “I mean, we’re practically grown. Shouldn’t there be some sort
of right of passage for adulthood? We stop pining?”

Astoria sighed, “I wish.” She picked her toast apart with her fingers, throwing bits of the
bread on her plate. “At least you girls will get to choose who you want to marry someday.”

“What do you mean?” Hermione asked without thinking, realizing that she did not know
Astoria well enough to pry.

Her face scrunched in a grimace. “I’m probably going to end up in an arranged marriage,”
she muttered softly. “It’s…well, how things are done, in my family.”

“Oh,” Hermione said, feeling a bit silly for not realizing.

“Yeah,” Astoria took a sip of her tea before continuing. “I just hope Mumma and Father pick
a smart match. My sister, Daphne, she’s betrothed to this great brute of a man from Bulgaria.
He hardly speaks English!”
Padma made a soft noise of commiseration. “I couldn’t imagine. Mum tried to set me up with
someone back in India, but I set her straight. I don’t want to marry a stranger, you know?”

Hermione balked a bit at the conversation, the idea of being forced to marry someone for
anything other than love. That was one cultural custom she was glad to hav missed out on. A
life with someone shouldn’t be built on political or social alliances.

“Mind if we join you ladies?” Theo said, appearing suddenly with Draco at their table. He
shot Hermione a tiny wink, although it was very plainly noticed by Mandy who made a tiny
coughing sound under her breath as he climbed into the seat next to Luna, directly across
from her.

Draco, a few steps behind Theo, looking a bit tentative at first, but smiled softly as he settled
into the open seat next to Astoria.

“Morning, boys,” Hermione said primly, putting marmalade on her toast and feigning
disinterest.

“Good morning, Draco,” Astoria said softly, a faint pink coloring her cheeks which Hermione
found rather curious, and a bit unsettling if she was being honest with herself.

“Tori,” Draco nodded politely. “Luna, Padma, Mandy. Head Girl Granger,” he said finally, a
teasing smirk at his lips that made Hermione’s stomach erupt in butterflies.

“What’s on our dockets for the day, then?” Theo said, energetic as always, as he began piling
on the makings for a full English breakfast onto his place.

“Luna and I have Care of Magical Creatures,” Hermione replied. “Our Occamy clutch should
be hatching soon!”

“Oh, Occamies are so pretty,” Astoria crooned. “Draco and I have Herbology.”

Hermione wasn’t sure why the way she said his name bothered her. Surely she wasn’t jealous
of Astoria, right?

“Free period, I have to work on that horrible Arithmancy essay,” Padma grimaced. “Honestly,
Vector is cruel. Should be tried with war crimes the way work keeps piling up.”

The group stilled, Draco taking a sharp inhale and Theo freezing, his fork halfway to his
mouth.

“Padma,” Hermione said softly, not wanting to embarrass her friend but also wanting to let
her know what she said wasn’t okay.

“Shit,” she hissed, a blush coloring her dark skin. “Fuck, that was really insensitive. Sorry,
Draco.”

Draco’s eyes shuttered briefly and Hermione could see his entire body tense. “S’okay,” he
muttered, sipping his coffee. “Not the worst thing I’ve heard and probably not the worst I’ll
even hear today.”
Astoria touched his arm lightly before quickly withdrawing her hand at Draco’s slight flinch.
Hermione’s heart hurt for him, painfully. He hadn’t shared with her anything awful students
had said to him, so to her knowledge, there wasn’t much discord. How foolish, she thought,
that simply because Hermione hadn’t seen Draco being treated poorly, she assumed he hadn’t
been.

The conversation lapsed briefly, before they rounded back on Defense Against the Dark Arts.
Bill—Professor Weasley, Hermione still needed to get use to calling him—was having them
work on curse breaking in the coming weeks. They’d gone over theory and detection and had
gotten permission to bring items that emulated cursed objects onto school grounds.

Practicals in DADA had always been popular, when well executed.

“I’ll need to learn how to break curses, if I ever set foot back in Nott Manor,” Theo said with
a wry grin. He had a way of deflecting negative attention off of others, and highlighting his
own sordid family history with a touch of humor. “I think dear old Dad got a kick of cursing
anything any everything.”

Draco snorted, and while the rest of the group looked slightly horrified, they slowly laughed
along with Theo who continued to laud them with a particularly horrifying story about the
time his father cursed one of Theo’s toys as a child. Despite the nature of the memory, he told
it in such a way, it could almost seem amusing. At least, that’s how Theo had managed to
spin it.

Hermione sighed into her tea, looking surreptitiously as the two broken boys before her. Each
of them coming with massive amounts of baggage and handling it very differently. Draco,
resigned to his fate and accepting whatever vitriol was thrown at him whether he deserved it
or not. He refused to call attention to himself or even defend himself, as if he had assumed all
responsibilities for every heinous act done by Death Eaters collectively.

Theo, on the other hand, didn’t have the same affiliation, but there was no secret about what
an awful man his father was. Growing up with horrific abuse, things Hermione could not
even begin to imagine, nor would she ever ask Theo to expand on, and spending years under
the heel of Theodore Nott Seniors boot, Theo simply too his trauma and made it all a joke,
something he wore like armor. Hermione had learned, however, in their moments of intimacy
together, that it was only that: armor.

Both of them were still hurting, still healing, and had years of damage to repair.

“Right, well, class?” Mandy asked, checking her watch.

“I’m off to the library,” Padma said with a sigh and another soft, apologetic look in Draco’s
direction.

“I’ve got the morning off too, was going to revise the rounds schedule for the week,” Theo
said, straightening his tie and making a show of dusting his knuckles across his Head Boy
badge.

“What’s wrong with the schedule?” Hermione asked. It had been made perfectly.
“Calm down, sweetheart,” he said placatingly, “Updated practice schedules for the Slytherins.
I promise, I won’t fuck with your color coding.”

“Oh,” Hermione said softly, catching the wink Theo threw her. It was always those little
gestures that made her shudder a bit, and after the weekend, she wanted to drag him into an
alcove and snog him stupid.

They left the Great Hall, Theo, Padma, and Mandy heading up the steps towards their
destinations and Draco, Hermione, Luna, and Astoria went out towards the grounds. Waving
their goodbyes, Hermione felt a tiny swat on her bum, causing her to spin around to glare at
Theo who was already jogging up the steps, whistling.

“Theo,” she hissed, unable to fight the grin on her face.

“Weird draft in here!” He said with a shrug, acting theatrically as if he had no idea what had
just occurred.

Hermione was laughing to herself as they exited through the Entrance Hall, catching Draco’s
eye who was also chuckling, shaking his head at his friend’s antics.

Astoria made a small noise in her throat, seeming to have witnessed that interaction as well.
Thankfully, she didn’t say anything, but it still made Hermione slightly uneasy. At any rate, if
their relationship was going to get out, the idea of her and Theo being an item was likely the
most palatable and assumable.

Take things as they come, she reminded herself. Fuck the rumors.

There was no doubt in her mind that if things started to spread around and painted any of
them in a bad light, the other two would be there with a staunch defense. She’d felt so
protected and cared for already by the boys, and the feeling was entirely mutual.

The four of them reached the greenhouses, Draco and Astoria veering off in that direction.

“Bye Luna, bye Hermione!” Astoria said with a cheerful wave, her chocolate brown ponytail
bouncing.

Draco paused slowly, licking his lips before giving Hermione a slightly hungry look. “I’ll see
you,” he said, before tossing Luna a quick goodbye.

Godric, those two boys were going to be the death of her.

Luna and Hermione followed the path down towards Hagrid’s hut and the Care of Magical
Creatures pastures and paddocks where their clutch of eggs were incubating, Hermione
ignoring the delicate sounds of Astoria’s laughter as the two of them disappeared into one of
the greenhouses.

“Are you an item with Theo, or is it Draco?” Luna asked without prompting.

Hermione faltered a bit, her mouth opening and closing. “Why would you…where is that
coming from, Luna?”
 “They’re both interested in you, it’s very obvious. And I think you’re interested in them as
well.”

She puffed out a laugh, her breath fogging in the chilly morning. “We’re friends, Luna. Theo
and I share a dorm, and him and Draco are close.”

“Okay,” Luna said, with all the conviction she could muster. Of course, if anyone were to
catch on to them, it would be Luna. Not only was she eerily observant, but she had also run
into them on their little adventure to the Prefects’ bath. While not many people gave the
witch much credit because she was eccentric, Hermione also trusted that Luna wouldn’t
betray anyone’s confidence.

“If you are interested in Draco, though, I suggest making that known. Astoria is rather
interested, as well.”

That made Hermione’s heart drop, straight into her stomach.

Chapter End Notes

Happy Thanksgiving to my American readers!

I may have another chapter posted soon, it’s ready but I broke cardinal rule number one
that is probably don’t read things on the internet about yourself and got myself in my
feels (not about this fic, y’all have been AMAZING readers ♥)

But yeah, it came at a poor time as I was writing the next chapter and has given me a
silly little complex because I am a delicate flower.

Anyways, much love y’all

Xx, westy
 // Theo
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes

NEWTs were trash.

Not…really, but, everything was so fucking busy. Theo had, briefly, regretted his decision to
come back to Hogwarts, follow Draco on his required finishing of eighth year, accepting the
Head Boy position, and joining the Quidditch team.

Everything was so time consuming.

But, in that brief thought, he realized without all of those things, he would be aimless and
without both Draco and Hermione. It was a dual edged sword, really.

Their time together had been annoyingly limited given their demanding schedules, but they
still did manage to find some moments together. Theo had pulled Hermione into an alcove
after Transfiguration, snogging her senseless and managing to get a hand up her blouse
before she batted him away to rush off to Ancient Runes.

More frustratingly was how much time he’d been spending with Draco, but not actually with
Draco. Sure, the blond had been sleeping in his bed every night, not even feigning to live in
the eighth years’ dorm any longer as he’d relocated his entire trunk, but they had hardly done
more than kiss a bit.

Theo wanted to do more, he really did. But aside from their moment in the showers,
everything had happened while Hermione was there and it was like Theo’s brain just…
stopped him.

It was frustrating, increasingly so because Draco was just so fucking patient with him. He
had started to press the boundaries a little bit, but only in the sense that Draco had taken to
initiating kissing more often, letting his hands explore Theo’s body more, but stopping
himself just above his waistband.

He intended to change that. Theo had been working himself up towards it.

They were having breakfast on Wednesday with the Quidditch team, something Johanson had
insisted on happening a few times a week which Theo didn’t mind. Draco seemed to enjoy it
as well, as the man still carried himself with all the tension of someone who was about to be
spat on whenever someone opened their mouth, or hexed when someone passed him in the
corridors.

There had been a few incidents, but whenever Theo was around, they de-escalated quickly.

Johanson had been putting them through their paces with practice. Losing the first match of
the season wasn’t ideal, especially against their biggest rivals. While the Slytherins played
well, they needed to play even better when they’d ultimately meet Gryffindor again.
Thankfully, their next match was against Ravenclaw and not for another few weeks. This
weekend’s match between Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw would give them the opportunity to see
how both teams played, in order to exploit any weaknesses. On top of wanting the Chasers to
be more fluid, faster, and score harder, and putting Silverwood through the ringer on her
agility and keen eye to catch the Snitch.

Johanson was a good captain, and Theo had really enjoyed being part of the team. A unit,
working towards the same goal.

After breakfast, the two of them headed towards their classes, passing Hermione on the way.
Theo had made it a game to rile her up as much as possible in public, with teasing little winks
or suggestively licking his lips, anything to get her to blush.

She was so fucking cute.

Draco made a soft noise in the back of his throat as she wiggled her fingers at them in a wave
and headed off towards her morning class, and Theo watched the soft expression cascade
over his face as Draco watched Hermione leave.

He was clearly, entirely besotted.

Not that Theo had any room to talk.

Theo nudged his shoulder as they trudged up the steps towards Charms, only to be stopped
by a one flaming-haired Ginevra Weasley, looking a mixture of amused and irritated.

“Boys,” she said with all the threat of a lioness circling her prey. Honestly, the witch was
bloody terrifying sometimes. If anyone embodied Gryffindor traits, it was her. More so than
her pathetic brother, that was for sure.

“Ginevra,” Theo nodded to her with narrowed eyes. He was suspicious, to say the least. “Can
we help you?”

“You can,” Ginny said primly. “Relax, Nott, I’m not a threat.”

Theo’s shoulders up tightened a bit, but he’d noticed Draco had stood a step behind Theo,
hands stuffed in his pockets. “You look threatening,” Theo offered with a shrug.

“That’s just my face, can’t be helped.” Ginny lifted one shoulder and tossed her curtain of red
hair back. “Walk with me.”

“So,” Ginny continued as they began walking towards the Charms classroom. “Hermione’s
birthday has passed, and well,” she waved her hand between them, “you lot didn’t do
anything.”

Theo froze, as did Draco, albeit a second too late because he stumbled into Theo’s back. “We
didn’t know,” Theo said with a small whine. “Fuck! Is she angry? Is that why she’s been
distant?”
Ginny looked at them questioningly. “She’s been distant? Honestly, she’s probably just busy.
I’ve hardly seen her myself. But no, she was a bit weird about it this year, so I doubt she’s put
out over it. Still, given…” Ginny grimaced.

“Your cunt of a brother?” Theo offered with a grin, earning him a shove from Draco. “Ouch,
sorry.”

“Don’t be, I’ve known him my whole life, he is a cunt. Harry’s on ice too, for what it’s worth.
But yes, that. Anyways, I just wanted to let you know, should you have any desire to do
anything for her.”

“It’s not like we’re her boyfriends,” Theo hedged, looking at Draco who bore a similar
expression. Maybe they wanted to be, but they weren’t. “Would that make it weird?”

Ginny made a frustrated noise and looked at the ceiling. “I don’t know, and frankly, I don’t
care about the little dynamic that you have other than it’s obvious you both make her happy.
She’s not really a no-strings kind of girl, despite what she’s been trying to convince all of us
of. Again, just friendly information sharing. We have a mutual interest here, in Hermione’s
happiness. Right?”

“We do,” Draco finally spoke up, clearing his throat. “In her happiness, yes. We want to
make her happy.”

“Good,” Ginny said quickly. “So, do what you will. She deserves to feel special.”

That much, they all could readily agree upon.

Later than evening, Theo was turning down the duvet in his bed as Draco got himself ready
in the bathroom. Hermione had said she’d be pulling a late night in the library, working on a
nasty Ancient Runes translation, and the two of them had another grueling Quidditch
practice.

Draco had offhandedly remarked that he too should be working on the Ancient Runes
assignment, but he was too fucking tired to concentrate. He groaned as he climbed into
Theo’s bed, slowly shifting his body around to get comfortable.

“Johanson is a terror.” Draco’s voice was muffled as he settled on his stomach, cheek pressed
against the pillow.

“Agreed,” Theo said with a soft grunt as he pushed up on his elbow. “Shoulders or legs?”

“Hmm?”

“What hurts, your shoulders or your legs?” Theo sat up taller, looking down at the man in his
bed. Draco cracked an eye open and a coy, lopsided grin was visible just barely.

“Shoulders,” he said, settling himself deeper into the mattress and curling up his back a bit
like Hermione’s cat before spreading his arms wide.
Theo hesitated, watching the way Draco’s muscles bunched and flexed under the thin white t-
shirt with every minuscule movement. He shifted the duvet down, just covering the curve of
Draco’s arse, and straddled him, knees on either side of his hips.

“This okay?” Theo pitched forward to whisper in Draco’s ear, hovering still and holding his
own weight. The man beneath him shifted again, raising his hips enough so they made
contact with Theo fully.

“Mhm,” Draco said softly. “Sit, Theo. It’s okay, it’s good.”

Theo positioned himself so he was sitting right on the backs of Draco’s thighs and began
kneading his shoulder muscles. The instant groan and sigh that fell from Draco’s lips made
Theo’s cock twitch.

His hands worked through the tightness along his upper back, pinpointing the areas Theo
knew would be sore, because his own back and legs were tense from their long practice. The
room felt too quiet, the only sounds were Theo’s breathing and the fucking noises Draco was
making. Theo’s cock was already half-hard by the time he finally spoke, hoping the subject
change would distract him from wondering what Draco would feel like underneath him like
this, only without the barrier of their clothing.

“So, Hermione’s birthday.”

Draco hummed under his breath. “We should get her something,” he said finally, the air
leaving his lungs on a gravely exhale as Theo ran his thumbs along Draco’s spine.

“Not jewelry,” Theo said, reaching under the hem of Draco’s shirt tentatively, fingertips
brushing his bare skin which made Draco wiggle a bit.

“I wasn’t going to—that fucking tickles, stop it. I wasn’t going to suggest that.”

Theo grinned, pushing Draco’s shirt up higher and skating a featherlight touch along his ribs.

“Theo,” Draco growled.

“Behave, Draco, and sit still,” Theo mocked as Draco squirmed, flattening his palms against
his sides and rubbing down his obliques. “She likes books.”

“And the most obvious comment of the century goes to Theo Nott, ladies and gentleman,”
Draco deadpanned.

“We should buy her a library,” Theo said wistfully. “What’s that one the Muggles in America
like? Congress something.”

Draco laughed at Theo’s probably idiotic suggestion. “We can’t just buy her a government
building.” He groaned and pushed himself up slightly, causing Theo to shift down his legs.
Draco turned himself over and firmly planted his wide hands on Theo’s hips.

He realized, with the gentle nudge of Draco’s hips upward and the heated glint in his grey
eyes, Draco was equally as affected by Theo’s massage, both of their erections obvious.
“Can we talk about that later?” Draco almost whispered, hesitantly. “I want to…will you kiss
me, Theo?”

His heart leapt in his chest and he leaned forward, bracing his forearms on the mattress, on
either side of Draco’s body. Theo’s eyes raked from his full lips, the sharp lines of his
cheekbones, finally meeting Draco’s molten stare. He wanted this, just as badly as Draco did.
He’d been planning this, a moment alone where they could take things just a little bit further.

Draco, it seemed, based on the subtle inhale and the way he appeared to be holding his
breath, wanted it too. Of course he did; the man had made it no secret that he had feelings for
Theo.

“Like this?” Theo asked, pressing a teasing kiss along Draco’s jaw, letting his teeth drag
lightly over the skin. Draco groaned, his hands gripping Theo’s hips harder and pushing his
own upwards, the full length of his cock pressing against him.

He continued to tease Draco, kissing across his jaw and his neck, reaching the hollow under
his ear which made Draco shudder with an exhale. A large part of Theo enjoyed the game,
the teasing, putting his partner into such a state that they’d beg and whine for more.

The other part was spent getting himself out of his own head. Enjoying every moment of the
feeling of Draco’s body under his, committing it to memory and pushing himself to take
more.

“Bloody tease,” Draco groaned as Theo latched onto the skin where his neck met his
shoulder, roughly pulling the neckline of his shirt out of the way. He nipped and sucked at
Draco, soothing the bite with his tongue and then licking a long path up his neck before
hovering his lips a hairsbreadth above Draco’s.

“You like it,” Theo quipped before kissing him deeply. Draco’s lips immediately granted
Theo access as his tongue swept in, caressing the other man’s with long, even strokes. Draco
moaned against his mouth, pulling Theo’s body completely on top of him. His knees were
still bracketed Draco’s thighs, but they were both grinding and canting their hips together, the
friction and pressure of their bodies making his cock jump.

“Fuck,” Draco hissed when Theo dragged his teeth along his lower lip, sliding a hand up to
collar his throat. He flexed his fingers, applying just a hint of pressure, as Draco tilted his
head back against the pillow, exposing more of his alabaster skin to him.

“Fuck, Theo, I like that,” he hissed as Theo bit him again. He could already see a mark
forming on his skin, and he was so pale that the indents from Theo’s teeth and the reddened
spots from where he’d be giving his throat attention were stark in comparison.

He fucking liked that, marking him.

“Shit, Draco, you’re gonna make me…” Theo groaned, tensing his stomach muscles. “Stop,
stop.”
Draco stilled under him, as if he’d been hit with a Stupefy. “Fuck, Theo, I’m sorry. Did I…
what…” the blond panicked and paled, planting his hands firmly on the mattress beneath
him.

Theo sat up, still straddling Draco, and shook his head. “No, not like that…I’m…we’re good.
I just didn’t want to come in my fucking shorts,” he admitted, scratching the back of his neck.
He slid off of Draco and laid next to him on the bed.

“Oh?” Draco said softly, turning on his side to face Theo. “Where…” he coughed, blushing
furiously. “Where would you want to, then?”

The image of Draco on his knees in the bathroom for that random Muggle man flashed
through Theo’s mind. He’d committed the entire thing to memory, the crux of him coming to
terms with his own sexuality and the white-hot jealousy he’d felt in that moment. Theo licked
his lips, tracing Draco’s mouth with a finger.

“Yeah?” Draco asked, nipping the tip of his finger lightly. “Fuck, please say yes,” he pleaded.

The two of them looked at each other for one, two, three breaths. The blond, waiting with
bated breath and a hint of excitement in his eyes. The brunette, swallowing thickly as he
settled into the pillows, propping his shoulders up a bit.

“Come closer, Draco,” Theo said, beckoning him forward. Draco scrambled across the bed
almost comically in his haste as he gripped the back of Theo’s neck in a searing kiss,
threading his fingers into his curls.

The two of the grabbed at each other’s clothing, breaking apart just enough to divest each
other of their shirts and run their hands over their torsos, arms, hips, and backs. Draco’s thick
cock was pressed against Theo’s hip and his own was achingly hard within the confines of his
shorts and boxers.

Draco began licking and kissing down Theo’s chest, stopping when he got to Theo’s navel as
he hooked his fingers in the elastic waistband of the two last bits of clothing he had on. He
arched a pale brow at him in question, lips quirking in a small smile.

Theo lifted his hips slightly as Draco dragged the material down, freeing his aching cock,
hard and heavy against his stomach. His heart was thudding erratically in his chest as he
looked down at Draco. He’d gotten head before, it wouldn’t be the first time his cock had
been in someone’s mouth.

But it was Draco’s mouth. A man’s mouth.

He trusted Draco. This was okay, he’d wanted this.

The second Draco’s tongue made contact with his shaft, black spots clouded Theo’s vision
and he wrenched his eyes shut. He definitely wanted this. Theo opened his eyes to see Draco
already watching him, his cock held in his fist as he grinned wickedly, his tongue flattening
and taking his time to lick him from base to tip, swirling around the head.
Theo grunted, a strangled sort of noise as he fisted the covers, bucking his hips upwards.
Draco took him in his mouth fully and Theo couldn’t look away from the sight, watching him
stretch his lips around his cock, watching it disappear into his mouth, down his throat.

“Gods, your mouth,” Theo groaned as his tip nudged the back of Draco’s throat.

He swallowed around him, sucking him expertly and Theo wondered if the man in the
bathroom had really been a first, because holy hell, Draco knew what he was doing.

Draco release Theo with a small pop, his fist lazily working up and down his length as his
eyes burned hot, looking at him. His lips were already pinker than usual and swollen and
Theo debated reciting the Hogwarts song in his head just to stave off blowing his load right
then and there.

“Do you trust me?” Draco asked, wedging himself further between Theo’s thighs. He spread
his legs further to accommodate him; he was much broader between his legs than Hermione.

“I do,” Theo hissed as Draco twisted his hand when he reached the head of his dick, thumb
running across the tip.

“Knees up,” Draco commanded, one Theo readily obeyed. His blood was simmering and he
started to feel a bit nervous as Draco spread his legs wide once Theo bent his knees and
planted his feet flat on the mattress.

With a quick wink, never once stopping the slow, steady strokes on his cock, Draco brought a
finger to his mouth and sucked hard, leaving it glistening with his saliva.

“Relax,” he hummed, giving his length a deep suck, “Pansy did this to me once. Just…tell me
if it’s too much.”

Draco took him in his mouth again while his finger brushed over his balls, making Theo jerk
into his mouth. As he rocked his hips, Draco’s hand moved lower, pressing the tip of his
finger just behind his sack.

“Ah, fuuuuck,” Theo grunted, making Draco chuckle. The vibrations sent another bolt of
lightning down his spine.

Lower, lower, Draco went until his spit-slicked finger pressed against Theo’s tight ring of
muscle. Theo hissed, the contact unfamiliar. That was…fuck. Equal parts incredible and
jarring.

Draco stilled, but didn’t immediately pull back, giving Theo a look, anticipating his reaction.

“Keep going,” Theo hissed.

“Yes sir,” Draco drawled, sucking him deeper and harder, all while his finger continued its
probe. He didn’t slip it inside of him, just drawing little circles around it and applying
pressure, enough to have Theo clenching and writhing, his hips unable to stop their cant.
Each little thrust, giving Draco more access and sliding his cock further down the man’s
throat.
It was steady, and the sensations were almost too much. Lips and tongue and Draco’s hand
wrapped round his cock, his finger still on his hole, the glide of it tracing a tight circle and
sending a skitter of sparks through all of his nerve endings.

Theo threaded one hand into Draco’s blond locks, urging him deeper, sliding himself down
his open throat. He couldn’t stop watching as Draco sucked his cock too fucking well, the act
clearly getting him aroused as he ground his hips into the mattress.

It was no hope, Theo couldn’t hold back any longer as the tingling sensation trailed down his
spine, his cock throbbing.

“Draco—” he chocked out, bringing his other hand to his hair, “I’m, yes, fuck, co—
coming…” was all the warning he could muster, feeling regretful he didn’t give him more
time to pull away, but Draco just groaned around him as Theo’s cock exploded into his warm,
wet mouth.

He rested the flat of his tongue on the underside as Theo’s dick throbbed, pulsing with every
release. He moaned loudly, a strangled noise as Draco’s finger slipped just past the ring of
muscle and into his arse as he came.

Theo gasped as swore until he was entirely spent, Draco slowly releasing him. He made a
show of swallowing, wiping his lip with his thumb and giving Theo a cocky, smug grin.

“Good?” Draco asked, voice a bit hoarse. Theo had no energy to do anything other than nod
weakly.

He heard Draco mutter cleaning spells on Theo’s person and then on himself, piquing Theo’s
curiosity.

“I did come in my fucking shorts, damn it,” Draco said wryly, shaking his head with a laugh.

Theo joined in and shimmied under the covers, pulling them back on Draco’s side so he
could join him. They lay separately for a moment, a space between them, before Theo tugged
on his friend’s arm and pulled him close.

Despite Draco being the taller of the two, he rested his head on Theo’s chest as Theo swept
his blond hair away from his face, and their feet were tangled together.

“Thank you,” Theo muttered, pressing a kiss to the top of Draco’s head.

He laughed, the rumbling from his chest could be felt throughout Theo’s whole body. “Yeah,
sure, anytime.”

Theo stifled a yawn, feeling properly satisfied and not even a bit regretful for what had just
happened. He was utterly indebted to Draco for his patience and guidance and helping him
figure out this part of his life.

“So,” Theo finally said before sleep took him under. “We’re really not buying Hermione a
library?”
 Draco laughed again, sleepily. “Go to sleep, T. We’ll figure something out.”

Chapter End Notes

You readers are all single-handedly the best in the world. I am BIASED as hell, but I
mean it. You’re the best. Thanks for all the kind words & encouragement! I was deep in
my self-conscious feels yesterday, and nothing sucks more than self-doubt.

🥹
Thanks for being amazing and lovely and reading my work(s) (cause several of you are
reading a few of my WIPs! )

Here’s the chapter I was feeling some type of way about, but I’ve decided I do not care
and love it regardless.

Cheers, loves.
 // Draco
Chapter Notes

I tripped and fell on my keyboard and this is the result. not sorry, but I’ll also gently
nudge you towards the tags if you’re wondering about the sneeze of plot here…things
got carried away, okay?

“Did you want to work on the essay for Transfiguration?” Astoria asked him when she’d
cornered him after a late dinner. Draco had mentioned he was heading to the library, and she
seemed to think that was a perfect reason to tag along.

Draco didn’t necessarily mind Astoria, but her motives were quite obvious. Her older sister,
Daphne, had been a Slytherin with Draco and Daph had made it no secret that Tori had
always had a bit of a crush on Draco. With Daphne’s recent betrothal, there was a chance
Astoria had been paying him extra attention just in the hopes that there might be a possibility
for her to be matched with someone she was attracted to.

Not that Draco had any control over the marriage contracts of their parents, nor was he
interested in entertaining any ideas she might have. She wasn’t overly forward, but Draco
would have to figure out to let her down gently, make it clear he only had eyes for…well, two
others.

“Actually,” Draco drawled, leading Astoria through the stacks to a secluded table deep in the
never-used wand lore section of the library, “I was going to work on Ancient Runes with
Hermione.”

Hermione popped her head up from where it was practically being swallowed by a heavy
tome, her work spread across the exact table Draco knew he’d find her. She looked a bit
surprised at first, before her eyes widened and then narrowed briefly at Astoria.

“Oh,” Astoria said softly. “Right, yes, of course.” She gave a small laugh, acting unaffected,
but Draco could see the subtle way her face fell. He really didn’t want to hurt the poor girl,
but…

“Sorry, Tori. I can help you revise, if you’d like, when you’ve finished?” Draco said with a
tilted head. Astoria beamed and from the corner of his eye, he could see Hermione’s arched
brow, quill suspended on its way to the ink pot.

“Sure, that would be great!” Astoria said happily. “Okay, yes, I’ll let you get to it then. Bye,
Draco!” She waved before disappearing back through the library.
Hermione cleared her throat once they were alone, returning to her homework. Draco
grabbed the chair nearest to her, spinning in sideways so he could face her, one elbow resting
on the table.

“You’re avoiding me,” he commented.

Hermione huffed. “I’m busy. Seven NEWTs, remember?”

Draco leaned closer, inhaling the scent of her shampoo and whatever perfume or lotion it was
that she used that was so damn intoxicating. “You’re also jealous. I must admit, princess, I’ve
been fantasizing about you in green, but it was the Slytherin sort, not in envy.”

“I am not jealous,” Hermione said quietly, tapping the end of her quill on the text in front of
her.

“You’re a horrid liar. You know I have no interest in Astoria, right?”

“She’s rather pretty,” Hermione shrugged.

“I’ll concede to that. But, she’s also not you. I’ve a particular type, it seems. Curly-haired
brunettes, extra points if they’re especially swotty.” That made Hermione blush a bit, biting
the corner of her lip through a smile.

“There’s my girl,” Draco said, giving her thigh a nudge with his knee. “Are you done
avoiding me, then?”

She sighed. “I wasn’t avoiding you, not really. But yes, I’ll admit I was a bit jealous.” Draco
raised both eyebrows at her admission. “Astoria is looking for a husband, Draco, and well…
she seems to like you.”

Draco sighed, grabbing Hermione’s chair to turn her so they were facing each other fully.
“Hermione. Astoria absolutely likes me. But I have no interest in her. And I have no
intentions of marrying someone I don’t love.” The words hung heavy in the air for a brief
moment. He wasn’t declaring his love for Hermione, but before she had come into his life in
the way she had, before the three of them had fallen headfirst into this arrangement, Draco
never considered that there would be someone, or someones as it were, that he could imagine
in that position.

Someone Draco could love.

“There may have been a time where I assumed I’d be contracted off to marry some witch
meeting my parents’ expectations for nothing other than social and financial gain. But I’m
not…I don’t…”

Hermione kissed him, cutting off his words. She gripped the front of his shirt and leaned up a
bit from her seat to pull herself closer, her impossibly soft mouth pressed against his. Draco
teased the seam of her lips with his, gripping her hips firmly to pull her into his lap, her legs
dangling on the outside of his thighs.
“Princess,” Draco said in a low, warning tone. “We’re in the library.” His protest fell dead on
his lips though as Hermione loosened his black tie to pop the top two buttons on his shirt,
mouthing at his collar.

“Don’t care,” she breathed against his neck. The witch in his lap paused only enough to grab
her wand and cast a silencing spell and a Notice-Me-Not around their private little alcove.

No one came back there, anyways.

“What do you want?” He whispered, pulling her back to gaze into her amber eyes. They
flashed with want, with desire before her mouth curled into a smile.

“You,” Hermione said, kissing along his jaw again. “I want you, Draco.”

His cock gave a strong twitch in his trousers, increasing as Hermione lowered herself firmly
onto his lap and began rocking against him, grinding herself along his erection. Draco
groaned, running his hands up her sides, skimming her ribs before cupping her breasts
through her shirt. Her mouth nipped at his skin, tongue tracing a still healing bruise Theo had
left along his shoulder.

“Fuck,” he hissed, reaching under her skirt and grabbing her arse with both hands. It seemed
Hermione had taken to wearing much skimpier knickers than usual that day, his hands
meeting bare flesh and the tiniest scrap of lace around her hips and disappearing between her
cheeks. He snapped the band of her knickers against her skin, making her yelp and then
release a breathless little moan, grinding harder against him.

Their mouths worked against each other as they roughly pawed at their clothing, ties
discarded, his shirt unbuttoned and ripped from his trousers, hers half undone to expose her
equally as lacy and skimpy bra, the two of them growing more fervent and needier. Draco
traced his tongue along the cup of her bra, pulling it down to expose her breast and already
hardened nipple.

“Fucking love these tits,” he growled, a bit ineloquently, as he traced the pink bud with his
tongue, sucking it fully into his mouth. Hermione gripped the back of his head and arched
into him, panting a series of encouraging words as he flicked and sucked at one side, his
finger and thumb rolling the other.

“Trousers, off,” Hermione gasped against his mouth, reaching between them to pull at his
belt. She managed to get it unbuckled and the button popped, but from the angle they were
sitting, she couldn’t reach his zipper.

“I’ve got it,” Draco said, lifting her to set her on her feet as he lowered his zipper. Her eyes
tracked the movement, the sound of each tooth of the zipper thunderous even over the beating
of his own heart as he pulled his trousers and boxers down just enough to free his cock.
Hermione’s eyes widened when he slumped back into the chair, stroking his length and
toying with the piercings through the head.

She whimpered, climbing back onto his lap and covering his hand with her much smaller
one. Draco slipped a hand under her skirt and rubbed his knuckles against the front of her
knickers, feeling her damp arousal already.

“So wet for me, Hermione,” he praised. “Gods, I can’t wait to feel this tight little cunt around
my cock.”

“Then,” Hermione gasped, resting her forehead against his as he gripped the front of her
knickers, using the bunched-up material to put pressure on her center, “stop teasing me,
Draco, and fuck me.”

“Let me get you off first,” Draco said, smirking at her frustration. He slipped a finger under
her knickers, feeling more of her wet heat, trailing it from her entrance and up to her clit,
spreading her arousal around.

“Draco, no,” she begged, bucking against his hand as two of his fingers pushed into her cunt.
“I need, oh gods, I want you. Inside me. Please.”

“Patience, princess,” Draco said, sucking at her neck, letting his teeth pull and graze the
flesh. He decided he’d give her a mark, one to match the ones Theo had littered across his
skin. Draco understood his fascination with marking him up, because seeing the red, raised
skin on Hermione’s neck made his chest soar with possessiveness.

Hermione whined and moaned in his lap as he brought her closer and closer to the edge, his
own hard cock pressed between them and leaking pre-cum onto his stomach. He twisted his
fingers, curling them to drag along her inner walls while his thumb pressed against her clit.
She was already so close, her cunt clenching around him, and he knew it wouldn’t take her
long.

She was impatient, the minx, but even with her eagerness to have him inside of her, he
wanted to make sure she was plenty relaxed, satisfied, ready to take him.

It didn’t take long to bring her off. Hermione was moaning and shouting his name as she
came, soaking his hand and his lap, all while Draco trailed his mouth along her breastbone,
down over one nipple before repeating it on the other side. He was grateful for the silencing
spell and hoped she’d cast it well enough to hold, because her gasping breaths were echoing
all around them in the tucked off alcove.

“Good girl,” Draco praised as she came down, kissing her softly under her ear. “You’re so
good for me, Hermione.” He pulled his hand out, pulling it to her mouth and tracing her lips,
the glisten of her release coating them.

She gripped his wrist and drew the fingers that had been inside of her into her mouth, sucking
and licking them clean. Draco groaned, a laugh of disbelief pushed out through his gritted
teeth as he gripped his cock. He grabbed his wand and quickly cast the contraceptive spell,
ensuring the faint glow around her belly emitted.

“Draco, please,” she whispered.

“Good girls get rewarded,” he muttered, rubbing the head of his dick against her folds, her
knickers still shoved to the side. “Eyes on me, princess.”
Hermione nodded, her face flushed pink as she steadied her hands on Draco’s shoulders. He
guided himself to her entrance, seeing her wince slightly as his tip pushed in, just past the
barbells through his head, causing him to stop.

He searched her face for any indication that she wanted him to stop, didn’t want this, but she
shook her head. “Keep going, please. It’s…it’s different. I like it.” They worked in unison,
Draco still fisting himself as he moved his hips slowly upward to further press into her cunt,
her thighs trembling as she sank down.

Once he was fully seated, he blew out a breath. Fuck she felt good around him.

“Talk to me Hermione,” he urged as her breath was coming out in short pants. “Are you
okay?”

“Yes,” she groaned, eyes fluttering shut. She began to rock against him, riding his cock
slowly. “Oh, oh…those…yes…piercings…”

She didn’t seem capable of any more words, but Hermione seemed to find her stride, settling
her feet on the lower rungs of the chair for leverage and rising up only to slam right back
down on his cock. Draco’s vision blacked at the feeling of her around him, so tight, so
perfect. Her tits were heaving in his face, inviting him to bury between them.

“Fuck, Hermione, so good,” Draco panted, fucking upwards into her at the same pace she
was riding him. Both of them were a combined mess of moans and choked words, fervent
kissed and bites.

He was fucking Hermione Granger in the library. If anyone would have told him this would
happen, he would have checked them straight into the Janus Thickey ward at St. Mungo’s
himself.

Draco slid his hips further down the seat of the chair, changing the angle and knowing his
piercings would drag right along where she needed them to with every descent of her hips.
Hermione felt it instantly, her moans taking on a higher pitch as she looked at Draco in
appreciative shock at the sensation.

“Well, well, well,” a voice drawled from behind them.

Oh fuck, oh shit.

They stilled, turning to look at the space between the two bookshelves.

Theo, the smug looking bastard, was leaning against the bookshelf, arms crossed over his
chest.

“How did you—” Hermione gasped in a slight panic. “I cast a—”

“Notice-Me-Not?” Theo asked, stepping around the table to come closer to them. “Tricky
thing, those. They only work if someone’s not already looking for what you’re trying to
conceal. And, I just happened to be rounding in the library. Might have gone looking for you,
in your not-so-secret study spot.” He shrugged and Draco could see the dark look in his eyes
as well as the obvious bulge in his trousers.

“This was far more exciting than what I had expected, though. It seems Draco beat me to my
plans on seducing you in the stacks.”

Hermione was breathing heavily again, watching Theo as he trailed a hand down her curls,
tugging on the end before reaching between them to pinch one of her exposed nipples.

“You are exquisite, sweetheart,” he whispered, leaning forward to place a kiss to her lips.
“And Draco,” Theo made a low noise in his throat. “Fuck.”

Theo stood tall above them, both Draco and Hermione watching him expectantly. The
dynamic between the three of them had made itself very clear. Theo liked to call the shots,
and despite Draco’s penchant to rebel, both him and Hermione had no complaints.

He moved to stand behind Draco, placing his hands atop Hermione’s which were still on
Draco’s shoulders before leaning down to press an open mouthed kiss against Draco’s neck.
“Don’t stop.”

Encouraged, Hermione began riding Draco again, slower, putting on a show for him. Her
eyes were cast upward, on Theo’s face, while Draco was enraptured by hers. Her lips were
puffy and swollen from use, the flush spread down her chest, her hair already tangled and
escaping its plait.

Draco slipped his hands back under her skirt, spreading her cheeks apart and trailing his
finger along his cock to where it was disappearing into her pussy, gathering up some of her
wetness.

“You ride cock so well, don’t you Hermione?” Theo praised, “How does Draco’s cock feel in
that perfect little cunt?”

“S-so good,” Hermione stuttered, bucking a bit as Draco circled her other hole.

“She is good, Theo,” Draco encouraged, pumping upwards slowly as his finger traced circles
around her. “So fucking beautiful, taking me so deep.” He punctuated the last word with a
sharp thrust upward, as much as he could manage in the chair.

“I think she could take both of us,” Draco said against Hermione’s throat, just as his finger
breached the tight ring of muscle and slipped inside, just to the first knuckle. Hermione
yelped, stilling and clenching around him.

Theo groaned, and Draco could hear the sound of a zipper lowering in his ear. “Keep going,
Draco,” Theo said, clearly knowing where he’d just slipped his finger.

Hermione nodded down at him, eyes fluttering as he slowly worked his finger in and out
while she continued to ride him.

“Give her a taste of what it’ll be like when we’re both filling her with our cocks.” The sound
of skin on skin as Theo began stroking his cock echoed loudly in Draco’s ear as Hermione
moaned, long and low.

“C’mere sweetheart,” Theo said as Hermione pitched forward. “Open up for me.”

Theo’s thighs were pressed against the back of the chair and Draco’s shoulder as he watched
his friend’s cock tapping at her lips. Hermione obeyed, opening her mouth wide and sticking
out her tongue as Theo thrust into her mouth.

“Yes, fuck, yes, good girl. Suck my cock, baby,” Theo groaned.

The three of them worked as if they had a singular shared brain cell, Draco fucking into
Hermione while he fingered her arse, her erratically rocking hips spurring him on. Her
moans, muffled around Theo’s cock as she swallowed him down, gagging when he hit the
back of her throat. She reached around and gripped the back of his thighs firmly, pulling him
deeper though instead of stopping.

Theo was swearing and muttering under his breath, incoherent words of so good, you two are
amazing, fuck, yes, like that, and Draco puffed out exerting breaths as his orgasm drew nearer
and nearer.

“Fuck, fuck,” he groaned.

“Fill her up, Draco. Pump our girl full,” Theo hissed, as if there were any other plan.

Hermione’s cunt began to clench around him, and carefully to not upset the balance, he took
his free hand to press tight circles against her clit. They both fell apart together, her thighs
trembling as he could feel every muscle contraction around both his cock and his finger while
he pulsed into her.

Once her orgasm had subsided and Draco’s cock gave one final twitch, he lifted her hips,
slipping out of her. She fell back into his lap, making a mess of his trousers from their
combined release. Hermione leaned closer and pressed her breasts against Draco’s chest as
she gripped Theo’s cock at the base, still working the head with her mouth with quick, deep,
eager motions.

It was so fucking obscene, the sounds of them all, the slick slide of her hand and the moans
she was eliciting against his skin, and Draco had never experienced anything hotter.

“Yes, like that,” Theo said, threading his hands into Hermione’s hair. “Fuck, sweetheart. I’m
about to come.”

Hermione simply nodded her head, and Draco could see from the pitch of her lashes, she was
staring up at him, telling him to do it, to let go and come in her mouth. Cradling her skull
with one hand, the other gripping Draco’s shoulder, Theo fucked her mouth, coming with
Hermione’s name on a gasp spilling from his lips.

She pulled off, but before she could swallow, Theo grabbed her chin with his thumb and
forefinger. “Open,” he said, and Hermione opened her mouth, sticking out her tongue.
Draco craned his neck to see Theo’s sticky, white release coating her mouth, a bit of it
dribbling down her chin. Acting on pure instinct, he grabbed her and kissed her, pushing his
tongue past her lips and tasting Theo’s tangy cum and Hermione, groaning into her mouth.

His cock gave a feeble twitch, tasting the two of them. She pushed Theo’s cum into her
mouth with her own tongue and he swallowed it down, causing Theo to groan loudly.

“Fucking hell, you two are going to kill me.”

Hermione blushed and giggled demurely, a stark contrast to what they had just been doing,
resting her head against Draco’s shoulder. He wrapped his arms around her, rubbing small
circles into her back and holding her close.

“I hate to ruin the post-orgasm bliss, but it is almost curfew. Clean up, and let’s get to bed,”
Theo said, casting his own cleansing spells as he tucked himself away.

Draco placed Hermione on the table and took his time cleaning her and righting her clothing
while Theo helped, both of them peppering her with light kisses and whispered praises.
Before they left the library, Theo tugged on Draco’s hand and gave him a tender kiss on the
mouth as they all headed back to the privacy of their dorm.

The next morning, they were seated at the Gryffindor table for breakfast, and Draco
recognized the large eagle owl as the post arrived.

Theo frowned, also realizing the owl had come from the Manor, but Hermione was unaware,
chatting with Dean Thomas about Muggle football of all things. Once Osiris dropped the
letter onto Draco’s half-eaten toast though, she quirked a questioning brow at him.

She didn’t outright ask him what it was, as to not raise suspicions, but her curiosity was
obvious. Draco tore open the letter with a sigh, expecting and finding his mother’s perfect
penmanship.

“Everything okay?” Theo asked, loud enough that Hermione could hear as well, but not to
bring the whole table into his business.

With Lucius in Azkaban on a minimum ten-year sentence, there was reason enough to be
wary of a letter from home. However, it also wasn’t unlike his mother to simply send him
letters whenever she was missing him while he was at school.

Draco frowned, reading through the note as he chewed on his toast.

“Fine,” he said gruffly, tossing the letter on the table. “My mother is coming to visit, it seems.
Next Hogsmeade weekend.”

Hermione made a small squeaking noise and covered it up with a cough, but it had Draco
wondering, not for the first time, if there was ever a future for him where he could share his
relationship with the world. Most importantly, with his very traditionally raised mother.

At that moment, all he had were lofty hopes and dreams about a potential future with
Hermione and Theo.
 // Hermione

The morning of the first Hogsmeade weekend, Hermione awoke in her bed between two
strong, large-bodied men. Theo was snoring softly in her hair, pressed to her back, and Draco
was facing her, his lashes fluttering slightly with his mouth parted.

She inhaled deeply, basking in the cozy nest of blankets between the two of them briefly
before releasing a soft sigh.

Crookshanks, tangled between her and Theo’s feet, poked his head up and meowed softly at
her.

“Come here, Crooks,” Hermione whispered, patting the bit of space between her and Draco.
Her familiar stood, curving his back in a deep stretch before making his way on bandy legs to
Hermione. She scratched behind his ears, causing him to purr loudly, a deep rumble that was
sure to wake the boys, if the swishing of his tail against Draco’s bare chest didn’t.

Almost as if he’d read Hermione’s thoughts about waking them, he meowed again, louder
this time, and flopped onto the bed, resting his head against Draco’s stomach and pressing his
paws into Hermione’s thigh, kneading it with his claws.

“Mm,” Draco hummed, shifting in his sleep. “Princess…” his voice was rough and thick with
sleep and Hermione bit her lip to keep from laughing, as Draco clearly thought it was
Hermione’s hair against his skin.

“Oh, fuck, Merlin’s arse!” He roared, once he reached down to, assuredly, grip Hermione’s
hair only to get a fistful of fur and an irritated cat. “Fucking hell, gods!” Draco flailed, the
entire ordeal startling Crookshanks who decided the path to safety was to scamper directly
across his chest.

“S’goin on?” Theo groaned into his pillow. “Draco, you fuck, it’s early.”

Hermione cast a quick Tempus finding it almost half eight, so it wasn’t that early. She giggled
to herself as Draco pressed up to sitting, looking thoroughly irritated.

“That monster Hermione calls a familiar accosted me!”

“Oh,” Theo mumbled. “Yeah, he’s a dick.”

“Hey!” Hermione said, swatting Theo lightly on the shoulder. “Crooks is not a monster.
Don’t be mean. This is his space, you two giants just happened to invade it. He only came for
a cuddle, it’s not his fault you mistook him for me.”

“Bigger bed,” came from behind her, Theo’s voice still muffled by the pillow. “Need one.”

Draco made a noise of agreement, settling back under the covers himself. He attempted to
pull Hermione down with him, but she batted him away to his annoyance.
“I’m going to go shower,” she announced, scrambling off the bed, careful not to trod on the
other two occupants. Both of them raised their heads to look at her, twin suggestive
expressions on their faces.

“Alone,” she insisted with a small laugh. “Get up, we can have breakfast here, but Draco,
you’re to meet your mum today so I wouldn’t dawdle.”

Draco groaned at the mention of his mother and neither of them made any moves to get out
of her admittedly too-small-for-the-three-of-them bed, opting to spoon Theo instead of her.
She watched them briefly, seeing how Theo’s face softened and his eyes fluttered closed
again as Draco wrapped both of his arms around him. Draco pressed a tender kiss to Theo’s
bare shoulder and she could hear the deep rumble of his voice as he whispered something in
his ear, making Theo blush.

It was endearing, sweet. Something they both clearly deserved. Hermione left the room
quickly, allowing the boys their privacy as she went to shower.

Once she was washed, dressed, and ready for their Hogsmeade outing, the boys had risen
and, thankfully, put on some clothing. Not that Hermione minded their propensity to strut
around without their shirts on, it was just terribly distracting sometimes.

Breakfast had already been brought up, and Theo handed her a steaming mug of tea before
pressing a kiss to the corner of her mouth.

“You look lovely, sweetheart.”

She muttered a thanks, blushing at the simple compliment on her wool skirt and tights
combo, her thick-knit jumper giving her a cozy feeling as it was sure to be a bit chilly in
Hogsmeade.

“Should we?” Draco asked Theo, leaning against the back counter. “Before or after?”

Theo hummed under his breath and Hermione turned to look at the both of them, questioning
their odd behavior.

“Definitely before.”

“Before what? What are you on about?” Hermione asked as she watched Theo disappear into
his bedroom.

“You’ll see, princess,” Draco said with an amused grin, kissing her forehead. He settled into
an armchair and watched as Theo bounded back into the room with a black wrapped gift box.

“What’s this?” She asked, pointing at the box. “I don’t understand.”

“Well,” Theo said, looking a tad sheepish as he shrugged. “We missed your birthday.”

“Because you didn’t tell us it was your birthday,” Draco added and Theo nodded in
agreement.
“Right, you regretfully did not inform us that it was your birthday recently and we wanted to
get you something. Granted, I had a much different idea, but time was not on our side, so
we’ll just save that for Christmas, hmm?”

Hermione stared at the box, frowning. She hadn’t really wanted to celebrate her birthday this
year. The last one was dreadful, spent on the run at the height of the war. Her last relatively
normal one was when she turned seventeen, and her parents had sent her parcels with gifts
and a delightful card that sang whenever she opened it. It was a bit childish, but it was sweet.

While she could chalk her eighteenth birthday being poor because of the circumstances, the
idea of celebrating turning nineteen at Hogwarts, knowing there would be no silly singing
cards or funny gifts from her parents, felt wrong. One year, her father sent her a pair of those
wind-up chattering teeth that she let hop around the Great Hall table to her amusement and
her friends’ confusion.

“Oh,” Hermione managed to say, running the fine silver ribbon through her fingers. “You
didn’t…I didn’t expect…” she shook her head. “This is too much.”

You’re not my boyfriends was on the tip of her tongue. She admittedly had limited experience,
but she hadn’t considered fuck buddies in the realm of people that were supposed to buy gifts
for one another.

“Wait, Christmas? No, no, you don’t have to—”

“Hermione,” Theo said with a chuckle, “It’s not that deep. We care for you, and wanted to get
you something. I’m positive when you open this, you may feel a little less overwhelmed over
the whole thing. But yes, we absolutely intend to buy you a Christmas gift.”

“You shouldn’t spend—”

Draco interrupted her this time. “Before you mention spending any sort of money, need I
remind you that we’re both disgustingly wealthy, and we will spend our Galleons how we see
fit. And to echo Theo’s sentiment, we do care for you. Now, will you stop fussing and open
it?”

Hermione sighed and playfully rolled her eyes, grinning at the two eager-faced boys as she
pulled the ribbon loose. She immediately spotted deep green lace when she opened the box,
picking it up delicately to examine it.

“Oh, you’re rotten,” Hermione said with a laugh, finding a tiny lace bodysuit that would
hardly cover her private parts. Both of the boys were grinning wickedly, no doubt imagining
her in such a garment. “There’s more?” She breathed, digging through the box to find an
equally tiny, equally lacy, silver and white bra and knicker set.

“There’s hardly any fabric here!” Hermione blushed, holding up the knickers, if they could
qualify. She had some skimpy ones herself, but these were practically tatted with dental floss.

“That’s the point, sweetheart,” Theo said, leaning back in his chair and running his thumb
over his lower lip. “Keep going, there’s one more item in there.”
The two of them shared a conspiratorial look which made Hermione’s heart thunder with
anticipation and a bit of fear, if she was being honest. Her face felt hot, but she rather liked
the idea of what they might do to her if she wore the lingerie for them.

The final item in the box had Hermione’s head tilted to the side as she tried to work out what
it was. A small, silver…thing that looked almost like a wine bottle stopper but a bit bigger.
Tapered, before flaring out and ending with a green jewel at the end.

“What is…oh Merlin,” Hermione’s eyes widened when she realized what it was. The cheeky
bastards had bought her an anal plug.

“You hate it,” Theo deadpanned. “Ah, fuck, I’m sorry sweetheart. You don’t…just give it
here, I’ll get rid of it.”

“No,” Hermione said, clutching it to her chest. “No, I don’t hate it.” She was intrigued by it,
if she was being honest. It was smaller than either of their cocks, but the idea of wearing it
was a bit thrilling. Since the evening in the library and Draco had touched here there while he
fucked her, Hermione couldn’t get the thought of taking both of them at the same time out of
her head.

“I want to try it,” she said, straightening her shoulders with confidence. “I was just surprised,
I’ll admit. But…I like it. It’s sexy.”

Draco groaned, flopping back in his chair and rubbing a hand down his face while Theo’s
expression morphed from his horrified fear that he’d missed the mark, into a slow, dark grin.

“Yeah? You’ll wear it for us then?”

Hermione beamed and nodded. “Yes. Maybe not today, though?”

Theo huffed a laugh. “Whenever you want, sweetheart. We’ll never ask you to do something
you don’t want to, and I imagine it might take some getting used to…but I’ll be honest, I’m
liable to be half hard all day knowing you’re wearing that, so it’s probably for the best.”

Hermione looked at the plug again, thoughtfully, and already began wondering when a good
time would be to test out the new her newest toy.

“Go on and put your things away, don’t want any errant elves finding that. We’ll go get
ready.”

Hermione set her things in her room, tucking the undergarments in her trunk and burying the
plug under her knit scarves. Not that anyone would find it if it were just in her trunk, but she
still felt better with the extra privacy.

Although, the thought of using it was deliciously tempting. She wondered if she could
manage to put it in herself, or would it be awkward and uncomfortable and she’d have to ask
one of the two of them for help.

Not that the idea of that bothered her either; it would likely be incredibly hot to have them
play with her like that, but Hermione quite enjoyed the prospect of surprising them with it
one day. Filing that thought away for later, she exited her room to see if the two of them were
ready yet.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Hermione groaned, seeing Theo dressed decidedly casual for their
outing. Clad in denims and a heather grey hoodie, he ran a hand through his curls and gave
her an innocent looking smile.

“Problem, sweetheart?”

Hermione shook her head. “You look…annoyingly good.”

“Annoyingly good? You hear that, Draco? Hermione thinks I’m annoyingly good looking.
Take that!” He laughed in mock victory as Draco emerged from the bathroom. He too had
dressed down a bit, but Hermione assumed that his mother probably wouldn’t approve of
denims and a hooded sweatshirt.

His black trousers were pressed, expensive looking boots on his feet, and the collar of his
white oxford visible under the neck of his navy jumper. It was as if he’d simply taken the
robes and tie from his uniform off and added knitwear, but the effect was still staggering.

She would likely combust if they both were dressed in denims. For such a simple item of
clothing, seeing Theo in them had done something unexpected to her.

“You are annoying, she’s got the right of that,” Draco drawled, kissing Hermione on the
cheek before giving Theo the same treatment.

“You both look quite handsome,” Hermione offered as Draco headed towards the door.

The eighth-year common room was abuzz with other students headed down to Hogsmeade,
everyone chatting excitedly about what shops they wanted to visit. Hermione herself didn’t
have much of an agenda but had hoped to meet Ginny and a few of the girls for lunch at the
Three Broomsticks.

Draco, of course, would be seeing his mother and Theo hemmed and hawed about what he’d
be getting up to, tossing around the idea of crashing girls’ lunch or tea with Narcissa, both
suggestions met with indignation.

The three of them were making their way towards the Entrance Hall when Michael Corner
shoved past them quickly, faking coughing into his hand as he did.

“Death-eater-slag,” he said between phlegmy noises.

Hermione froze, but not before Theo and Draco did, causing her to stumble into them both.

“Excuse me?” Hermione shrieked, finding her footing and following Michael out into the
courtyard. He was snickering with Anthony and a few other Ravenclaw students, Astoria
Greengrass being one of them. To her credit, she wasn’t laughing along, but she was clearly
amused.

“You heard me,” Michael tossed over his shoulder.

Hermione was seething. Draco and Theo were vibrating with rage too, it was palpable from
where they stood behind her, but neither of them made any rash moves to their credit.
Hermione, however, didn’t care. She grabbed Michael by the collar of his coat as he turned to
walk away and yanked him back.

“What the fuck, Granger?!”

“What the fuck yourself! What did you call me?”

“Death Eater slag. Seeing as you seem rather put out by it, the shoe must fit and all that.”
Michael shrugged and Hermione had the strong urge to punch him square in the nose. She
had rather liked Michael, he’d never been anything but kind to her, so it seemed so odd for
him to suddenly be so nasty towards her.

“They’re not Death Eaters. That kind of inflammatory language is so beyond inappropriate.
They’re welcome here just as much as you and I are.” She was beginning to tire of all the
vitriol and hatred towards the two, especially Draco. Hermione supposed it made sense why
none of the other Slytherin students returned for their eighth-year, but honestly, no one is
asking the other students to become best friends with him…just simply let him do what he
came to do just like the rest of them.

“Alright, I’ll concede. But you don’t deny being their little slut, do you?”

“Where did you hear that?” Hermione hissed, her hand twitching around the wand in her
cloak pocket.

Michael shrugged lazily. “Around. Word around the corridors is you let them both fuck you
any which way they like. No wonder Ron left you, I bet you’re properly used up now, aren’t
you?”

“Watch your fucking mouth, Corner,” Theo said, stepping forward. His wand was drawn, and
Michael’s eyes widened as the rest of his group took a step back. “Say shit like that again
about Hermione and I’ll cut your fucking tongue out.”

Hermione shivered with Theo’s dark promise, and while it gave her a perverse sense of
comfort having him threaten him in her honor, this was her battle to fight.

“I ended things with Ron, not the other way around. And since when is it your business what
I do and with whom? Tell me, Michael, if one of your idiot mates over there shagged two
witches at once, would you be calling him a slut, too? No, you’d probably have a right laugh
and clap him on the back.”

Michael grumbled under his breath, eyes narrowed as he still watched Theo through his
lashes.

“I pity any witch unfortunate enough to end up with you, Michael. You can take your double
standards and shove them right up your arse. I’ll fuck who I please, thank you very much.”
Adrenaline was coursing through Hermione as she marched proudly through the quad, Theo
and Draco quick behind her, Theo throwing another comment towards Michael and his
cronies with a laugh. While it wasn’t the first time she’d said such a thing out of anger, it felt
much better than when she’d fought with Ron. Sure, there were several more onlookers, but
Hermione simply steeled her spine and reminded herself that she could do what she wanted
and with whom.

She had thick skin, let them talk.

“Holy shit, sweetheart, that was brilliant. Gods, you’re incredible.” Theo tossed an arm
around her shoulder and gave her a squeeze before releasing her.

“I don’t like that they said those things about you,” she muttered, mourning the loss of Theo’s
arm. Her fingers twitched to grab his hand, or slip her arm around Draco’s waist. If the school
was already talking, what difference would it make? Still, she held firm. Maybe they weren’t
quite as on board with public displays of affection and she would have to respect that.

“Fuck them,” Theo said with a wave of his hand. Draco, however, was silent.

Hermione’s heart hurt for him as they walked, casting surreptitious glances at him, listening
intently to his tone as Theo nattered on about everything and nothing. His laughs were a bit
emptier, his eyes a bit more somber. She was painfully reminded that there was likely similar
venom spat at him in the corridors, if not worse.

It made her want to just pull him to the side, slip her arms around him, and remind him that
he was safe, that he was good. Because Hermione truly thought so, that Draco Malfoy was a
good person. He needed to be reminded of that.

They reached Hogsmeade and Draco waved a wordless goodbye as he headed towards
Madame Pudifoots to meet his mother. Hermione watched his retreating form and released a
sad sigh.

“He’ll be alright,” Theo said, sidling up next to her. His brow was furrowed, though, as he
watched Draco too. “Just give him a bit of time to clear his head. He’s tough, but he puts on a
good show. I doubt he wants you to know he’s hurting.”

Hermione almost protested, saying that she wished he would allow her to see that side of
him, but fear once against stymied her attempt. Her feelings for the two of them were
growing so rapidly, she was scared she’d explode from them all. Maybe it was time to
reevaluate things, because if they weren’t on the same page as her, she wanted to bow out
before she got too deep and ended up hurt.

“Are you alright?” Hermione asked, turning to face Theo. He gave her a warm, dimpled
smile that made Hermione’s heart flutter.

“I’m fine, sweetheart. Honestly, it doesn’t bother me. I’ve been called worse names by better
men. Corner is of no consequence, save for what he said about you. That, I am not okay with.
I feel like I should be asking you if you’re alright?”
“Peachy,” Hermione said, a bit breathlessly as Theo tipped her chin upwards to meet her eyes
directly. “I don’t…it doesn’t bother me. Not what he said about me, at least.”

“Fuck the rumors, right?” Theo cheeked with a wink.

Hermione managed a laugh. “Exactly. Except, they’re not exactly rumors, are they?” She
took a tentative step closer to him.

“Hmm,” Theo said thoughtfully, brushing a thumb across her cheeks. “No, they aren’t. If
they’re already talking…” he said with an exaggerated roll of his neck. “Can I kiss you,
Hermione? I really, really want to fucking kiss you.”

Hermione grinned, her lips stretching wide. They were in plain view of half the school as
groups ambled into the tiny village.

“I’d be upset if you didn’t, Theo.”

The words had hardly left her mouth before Theo was pulling her closer by the back of the
neck, his other hand finding purchase on the curve of her waist, as he brought his lips to hers
in a kiss that sent her entire body alight.
 // Theo
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Theo accompanied Hermione to the bookstore and stationary shop, watching her with
unbridled amusement as she sighed longingly over some “frivolous things”, as she called
them. Hermione was practical, only purchasing what she needed, while simply attempting to
satisfy her self-indulgence with browsing.

“It’s so pretty,” she said with a whisper, eyeing a luxe looking quill behind a case in the
stationary shop. It was self-inking and boasted to be charmed to never break.

Hermione broke a fair amount of quills.

Theo pondered for a moment simply purchasing it for her, but with how she’d reacted so
curiously with her birthday present, he thought he’d better not.

Hermione seemed to keep herself at an arm’s length, but Theo was less convinced now that it
was because she only felt physical attraction to him and Draco, instead because her heart was
getting involved.

Theo knew his certainly was.

He hadn’t felt anything remotely like it before, and it was a bit uncomfortable. But every time
either Hermione or Draco showed him little moments of affection or intimacy, Theo’s heart
leapt.

It was easy with them. And it certainly went beyond lust, which was his baseline for
attraction. Or had been, at least.

“I’m to meet Ginny soon,” Hermione hedged as they stood near Honeydukes. “What are you
going to get up to?”

“Not sure, probably pop over to Pudifoots to say hello to Narcissa. Make sure she’s not
giving Draco too much of a hard time.” He also had plans to Apparate out to the nearby
Muggle village where he knew he could buy cigarettes, but he wasn’t sure how fond of that
habit Hermione was, so he’d leave that part out.

She twirled a curl around her finger, biting the inside of her cheek. “Do you think there’s…I
don’t know, a problem or something? With his mother?”

Theo could surmise based on her demeanor what she was getting at, although he wasn’t quite
sure what the actual question Hermione wasn’t verbalizing was. He also didn’t know how to
answer it, not truthfully. The Malfoys were as complicated as they came, especially in a post-
war world. With Lucius getting a heavy sentence, Narcissa being cleared of all charges at the
behest of Potter, and Draco of course with his probation…the Malfoys certainly weren’t the
same powerful family they were before.

“She wasn’t exactly descriptive in her letter, but that’s Narcissa. I would just assume good
intent, and if it does go tits up, well, like I said, you might need to be patient with him,” Theo
said softly, knowing just how closed off Draco could be. Not that Theo was included in that,
he’d never shied away from letting Theo see his true emotions, but he wasn’t positive on how
that would extend to Hermione.

“Right,” she said with a hint of dejection, toeing the ground.

“Hey.” Theo tilted her chin up towards him with his finger. “Don’t take it personally,
sweetheart. He can be really guarded.”

She exhaled, the chill causing her breath to form a small puff of vapor. “I know.” Hermione
offered him a small smile, but Theo still felt a twinge of sadness for her, and for Draco, even
without knowing what Narcissa wanted to talk about.

“I should go,” Hermione finally whispered, after Theo realized he’d been losing himself in
the cute spray of freckles left over from the waning summer on the bridge of her nose, the
delicate way her eyelashes brushed the pink apples of her cheeks, the floral scent of her hair
when the wind blew just so.

“Mmh,” he hummed a noncommittal agreement.

“Kiss me goodbye?” Her voice was hopeful, and she didn’t even fight the smile that crept
over her face.

“How could I say no?”

Theo slipped an arm around Hermione’s waist and pulled her in closer, cupping her cheek
with the other hand. He smiled down at her as he pressed his lips against hers softly, but fully.
Kissing Hermione was easy. She melted under him, her body molded perfectly for Theo’s
own, her skin inviting under his hands.

She smiled when she kissed him, which he decided was his favorite thing, feeling the way her
lips parted in a happy grin against his own.

“Bye,” she whispered, a bit shyly, as she raised her hand in a tiny wave. Theo chuckled at her
demure behavior, how stark it was in contrast to her growing boldness when they were
behind closed doors, but Hermione still didn’t falter. She didn’t hide or shy away, she was
simply easing herself into this very new development, which was their affection being public.

Because, of course, Theo was well aware that they’d had an audience for both of their kisses
that day.

Once his cigarettes were in hand, two packs because Draco pretended like he didn’t smoke
when he absolutely did, he headed towards Madam Pudifoot’s just as Draco and Narcissa
were exiting.
“Theodore,” Narcissa crooned when she saw him approaching, only letting her disapproval
over his exceedingly casual appearance ghost over her expression for a fraction of a second.

“Hello, Narcissa, you’re looking well.” He greeted the witch with a wide smile and the
customary air-kiss on the cheek. Despite having known her for most of his life and being the
closest thing he had to a mother from a young age, there was always proper decorum when it
came to Narcissa. Theo was pretty positive she’d not once embraced Draco in public beyond
the age of seven.

Draco regarded Theo wordlessly, but his grey eyes softened when they met Theo’s. He
looked a bit tense, his jaw clenched too tight and the crease between his brows had Theo
itching to reach over and run his thumb over the wrinkle, but instead he shoved his fists into
the pockets of his jeans.

“How are classes going, dear?” Narcissa asked, matronly as ever.

“Well enough, busy, of course.”

Narcissa smiled and placed a gentle hand on Theo’s arm. “Yes, Draco’s told me all about
your coursework and Quidditch, and your Head Boy badge as well! But you’ve always been
a bright boy, Theodore.” She held his eye contact for a bit longer than necessary, and Theo
had spent enough time around Narcissa Malfoy to understand what she wasn’t saying. It was
a quiet thank you, for being there for Draco.

His lips curled into a small smile, and he inclined his head slightly, giving her the same silent
you’re welcome back.

Draco’s mother left with polite goodbyes, lingering a bit while she said goodbye to her son
before giving Theo. Fond smile and turning the corner to Apparate away.

“Drink?” Draco asked the second his mother had disappeared into the air and headed towards
the Hog’s Head.

The pub was just as dingy as he remembered, but Theo respected Draco’s proclivity to it.
While the owner wasn’t entirely too keen on Draco, he merely regarded him with a long stare
and a gruff noise that resembled a greeting before waving them to whatever table they liked.
There were plenty of available options.

It was preferable to the Three Broomsticks, which was likely filled with students enjoying a
meal, and the entire Draco had Madam Rosmerta under the Imperious Curse for a long
stretch of time during Sixth Year thing was still very much a thing.

Theo had remembered the victim’s statement Rosmerta gave at Draco’s trial; it was one of the
most significant crimes he had been charged with.

There drinks were dropped in front of them despite their lack of order; two Firewhiskeys.
Draco downed his in one swallow before gesturing for another while Theo took a small sip.

“That bad?”
Draco shrugged. He was muted, the grey in his eyes a bit duller, his hands flexing as he
fought against the urge to rake them through his hair. That was a behavior his mother
abhorred and yet was one of his tics whenever he was feeling stressed.

“Hey,” Theo said softly, reaching across the table without conscious thought to settle his hand
over Draco’s. It was fleeting, a quick sweep of his thumb across his cold skin, before he
withdrew, remembering they were in public. He grabbed his glass with two hands to stop
himself from doing it again.

“Talk to me.”

Draco was still staring at his own hand, where Theo had touched him.

“I don’t know where to start. This morning started out great, but…”

Theo coughed pointedly, drawing his friend’s attention back to him.

“I don’t like what Corner said.”

Theo sighed and ran his own hands through his curls, tugging a bit. “Neither do I. He’s
fucking lucky he’s still walking. What the hell was that all about, even? Does he fancy her? I
didn’t think Ravenclaws had it in them to be such twats.”

“Astoria.” Draco’s jaw was clenched, biting her name out. He usually called her Tori, the
nickname Daphne had given her. They all knew Astoria. Not as well as Daph, because she
was younger and in another house, but she was just Tori.

“Care to explain?”

Draco sighed and took a drink of his fresh whiskey. A sip this time, which meant he was not
as bad off as Theo had feared. Pounding liquor this early wasn’t a good sign.

“She’s not subtle, Astoria. I didn’t think much of it, but after meeting with my mother…”
Draco looked off through the grimy window with a hard stare. “She’s vying for a husband,
Theo.”

He sputtered on his drink. “No, really? That’s…I didn’t think that was still on the table? No
offense, mate, but the Malfoys aren’t as big of a get as they once were.”

“None taken,” Draco said quickly. “And my mother implied there had been some letters from
my father. There’s a contract out there, it seems.”

“With who?” Theo asked quietly.

Draco’s blank stare told Theo exactly what he needed to know.

“Does she know about it?”

“My mother implied she didn’t, but I also didn’t express to her Astoria’s growing attentions
towards me. Surprisingly, she wasn’t pushing the matter. Narcissa simply wanted me to be
informed, as if I had a choice.”

“Do you?”

Draco shrugged. “Two years ago, I wouldn’t have even been given the courtesy of a
conversation regarding my future. But if there is a contract, it’s likely iron clad and won’t be
broken easily if that’s…if that’s what I do want.”

Theo watched Draco carefully, the thought of him being sired off to some witch, even if it
was one they knew, made him feel physically ill.

Ill for his friend, who had always expected that for himself but clearly didn’t want it. Ill for
himself, because he was selfish and was just starting to figure things out and explore his
feelings for Draco. Ill for…

“Hermione?”

Draco’s eyes snapped up and he looked around the room, expecting to see the witch in
question.

“I meant, what about Hermione?”

Draco looked confused.

“I know it’s still soon, and we’re all just easing into this but…what about her?”

“I know,” Draco said softly, tracing the rim of his glass with his finger. “I…fuck, Theo, I like
her. Before you say anything, I know you do too, so don’t pretend. She keeps insisting it’s
purely physical, but I can’t bloody help myself. And maybe it was stupid of me to ignore the
expiration date here, but if this contract is real, then…”

He sighed.

“I get it,” Theo said, understanding more so in his actions, his bleeding frustration, than his
words.

“It’s probably for the best, I’m no fucking good for her. I practically inserted myself into your
relationship and Corner won’t be the last one to cast judgement because—”

“Stop it.” Theo’s words were firm and commanding, and he took Draco’s hand in his again.
“I know you had a shit day, shit year, really, but I’m not going to sit here and listen to you put
yourself down like that. Hermione made it very clear today that she doesn’t give a damn
about what people think of her. And she thinks you are good. She wants you, Draco. And
I…”

Theo took a steadying breath and squeezed Draco’s hand.

“Draco, you’re part of this too. It’s…we have a lot to figure out, especially if this contract is
hanging over your head, but I’m not going to let you bow out in surrender. I…”
He couldn’t verbalize it. What he was feeling, but it was there. Just as it was for Hermione. It
was so much more than physical, especially as it pertained to Draco. Draco was his best
friend.

“You’re good for her. You’re good for us.”

The vulnerability in Draco’s eyes as he met Theo’s across the table, slowly turning his hand
over so their palms were pressed together, and the smallest twitch of his mouth told Theo he
understood.

“I suppose this is the time I tell you Hermione and I took things public?” Theo winced a bit,
feeling his cheeks flush. “I kissed her, or she kissed me, who really knows, twice. In public.
Full view. So, there’s that development.”

His friend chuckled and ran his free had through his hair, mussing the perfectly styled
strands. He looked pointedly at where their hands were joined on top of the table and arched
a brow at Theo. Small steps, but they were there.

“Do you think she likes us?” Draco asked before laughing at the earnestness in his own
voice.

“Merlin, we’re like bloody Second Years with our first crush.”

They finished their drinks and Theo tossed some coins on the table before they headed
outside to bear the September chill. The wind had picked up so Theo put his hood over his
head and extracted two cigarettes, passing one to Draco when they were lit.

“I think she does,” Theo mused on an exhale, watching the smoke curl and disappear into the
wind. “But I think she’s being cautious. Big feelings, and all that.”

Draco hummed thoughtfully in response, leaning against the side of the Hog’s Head with his
cigarette between his lips.

“It happened rather quickly, didn’t it?”

“Like there’s a timeline on these sort of things?” Draco scoffed with a wry grin. “But yeah,
fast. Unexpected.”

“Distracting,” Theo added.

“But…it’s good,” Draco said softly.

People tended to think Draco Malfoy was a closed off, stoic, aloof little shit. He was, when
he wanted to be. Closed off and acting unaffected. He was every bit the man Lucius raised
him to be when the world was watching. But Theo knew, had known, that he was far more
gentle in private. That was all his mother’s doing.

It was by pure luck or maybe Draco’s stubbornness that it hadn’t been suffocated out of him
by now.
They walked in contemplative silence back towards the main stretch of village, making a
beeline for Honeydukes. Theo laughed as Draco made a piss-poor excuse about wanting to
go in because his mother had mentioned a sweet he wanted to try when the reality was, Draco
just had a horrific sweet tooth.

Wandering around the brightly colored shop as Draco piled his arms with various chocolate
confections and sugary treats felt nice. It was reminiscent of a simpler time, and even the
small promise of eating himself into a sugar-crash later brought a lightness to Draco’s
features that hadn’t been there before.

When Draco went to pay, Theo slipped a package of Sugar Quills and a package of Acid
Pops, nodding towards the pile.

“Acid Pops?” Draco grimaced, fishing out money to pay for his mountain of candy and
Theo’s two additions. “You’re a menace, those are disgusting.”

“They’re tart, and some of us have refined palates beyond a five-year-old. I don’t know how
you can stomach all of that.”

“It’s indulgent. I like to indulge,” Draco shrugged. “Sugar Quills?”

“Hermione.”

“Ah,” he replied with a look of realization. They’d both noticed how she tended to suck on
the end of a quill when she was deep in thought.

It seemed as though they both had quick mental pictures of Hermione sucking on other
things, at least Theo certainly was, and Draco’s faint cough and pink ears gave him away as
well.

Who knew a fucking sweets shop could be so suggestive.

They had been back in the common room for a few hours when Hermione finally stepped
back in, pink cheeked and looking relaxed from her lunch with the girls. The catch of her foot
on the carpet and her embarrassed giggle lent way to how tipsy she was.

“Oops,” she whispered delicately, slipping off her boots and leaving them by the sofa as she
settled herself next to Theo.

“Well, hello there,” he said with a grin, smiling as she pecked his lips.

“Hi. Is he…?” she gestured toward Draco who had fallen asleep. There was an empty glass
on the coffee table, the two of them had broken into Draco’s personal Firewhiskey stash
when they returned, and a few chocolate wrappers. Draco had managed to spread out against
the other arm of the sofa, one foot propped on the table and the other hooked around Theo’s
ankle.

Theo shook his head. “He’s fine, sweetheart. It wasn’t the best day, but…” he trailed off. “He
needs to be the one to tell you, when he’s ready.”
 Hermione looked at Draco, and with the way her expression softened, he knew in that
moment that it was more than just physical forger too. But like Draco, Hermione was
guarded. They all were, in varying degrees. Bound by fear, uncertainty, not wanting to upset
the status quo.

But how long could they hold on to the illusion before someone fell too hard, too fast, and
didn’t let anyone in enough to help them back up?

“Do you think he will? Tell me about it?”

Her question was a whisper, bleeding with trepidation.

Theo sighed and pulled Hermione into his body, the three of them assuming a familiar
position of closeness even while Draco napped. He kissed her temple and rubbed her
shoulder, letting the tension bleed from her with every pass of his hand.

“I think he will. You mean a lot to him.”

“You’ve said that,” Hermione said, stifling a yawn. “I don’t get it.”

Theo thought over her words and his previous conversation with Draco, wondering how it
was possible he was the most rational thinker when it came to their relationship. It was
obvious how they felt for each other. Fuck, it wasn’t even that long ago that Theo was in a
panic because he was attracted to Draco, and yet, he wasn’t fighting it or looking for excuses
as to why it wouldn’t work some way or another.

For two annoyingly intelligent people, they were both pretty oblivious.

“What’s not to get, sweetheart?” Theo tucked Hermione in closer to him, tipping his head
back against the sofa. “You’re incredible.”

But instead of her reply, one he expected to be in protest, he was met with the sounds of her
even breathing indicating that she too had fallen asleep.

Chapter End Notes

A/N: sorry for the late update. This month is not an easy one for me, and it always
sneaks up on me; before I know it, I’m neck deep in my own personal shit every
December.

Happy holiday season to all of you, thank you for your patience & loving and sharing
and recommending this story, and if anyone else is experiencing some
December/holiday seasons grief or tough feelings, just know that you’re not alone!

♥
 // Draco
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“I received an owl from Catherine Greengrass,” his mother said once tea service had been
brought to the table.

Draco had flinched at the name, dreading what was to come from the conversation.

He feigned mild interest, not willing to give away anything to his mother. “Oh?”

Narcissa sipped her tea with utmost decorum, setting it silently down on the saucer and
lowering them both to the table. “It seems,” she said with a light sigh, “that not all that much
has changed since the war.”

Her words were loaded with meaning, ones she would never speak aloud. Narcissa Malfoy
had her entire existence upended following the war. It wasn’t when she lied to save Potter’s
life, nor was it in the immediate aftermath when Voldemort’s followers had realized they’d
lost, but at his father’s sentencing that her perspective had changed.

Draco saw it, having been sentenced the day prior and allowed to attend his father’s trial.
Instead of watching Lucius’s face drop in dejection or curl into his trademark sneer, one that
Draco had emulated for far too long, his eyes were on his mother. It was like a sheet had
been dropped from in front of her eyes, like someone snapping out of a Confundus how
quickly her expression changed.

It was then, far too late, that she realized how wrong she had been.

The path to redemption and atonement would be hard fought, but Narcissa had taken the first
steps. Those growing moments of clarity had reshaped their relationship.

“What are you implying, Mother?”

“Your father had a contract drawn up, just before…” she trailed off. Draco knew she meant
before the end of the war. “For marriage. To Astoria.”

A pit grew deep in Draco’s stomach, a heavy boulder settling in. “Not Daphne?” He wasn’t
sure why he went there, he didn’t want to marry either of them, if he were being honest.
Maybe Daph was the better of the two, if only because of their friendship.

Narcissa arched a delicate brow. “Are you interested in Daphne?”

“No,” Draco said quickly. “No, it’s not…I understand, Mother. This is my duty.”

“It doesn’t need to be,” Narcissa said, voice barely above a whisper.

“Draco?” Hermione’s voice snapped him from the memory playing over again in his head.
“Hmm?” He looked up at her, finding her standing with a hand on her hip and her shiny Head
Girl badge pinned to the front of her robes.

“Curfew, come on,” Hermione said with a wary look. She’d been eyeing him a bit closer
since the weekend in Hogsmeade.

When Draco had fallen asleep, or passed out as was more accurate, he didn’t even see her. He
woke up at some point, the fire in the hearth burning low with an ache in his neck.
Crookshanks, the sodding beast, had wedged himself between his back and the sofa, getting
fur all over his jumper.

Theo must have said something to Hermione, what, he wasn’t sure, but he found the two of
them asleep in her bed, door ajar. An invitation.

And yet, Draco had opted to sleep in Theo’s bed alone, only to be joined by Hermione’s
damned cat again moments later. He wanted to be alone.

It had only lasted the night, Theo returning to his own bed the next when Draco silently
padded towards the less oft used room, yelling loudly for Hermione to come join them in
what Theo had called their ‘cuddle puddle’. Despite Draco’s piss poor mood, it had drew a
laugh from him.

“I’m not letting you sulk alone, mate,” Theo had whispered harshly before Hermione entered,
brushing Draco’s hair away from his face. “You got your night of brooding, now let us be
there for you.”

But Hermione had still stayed a few steps back, like she was worried he was going to hex her
or start spewing slurs, the way she used to look at him.

Draco didn’t care for it, and yet, he couldn’t drag himself out of his own despair to deal with
it.

Maybe it was for the best, he thought to himself as Hermione escorted him out of the library,
turning the corner to head up another flight of stairs.

“I have to finish rounds,” she whispered, looking at Draco and then at the stairs she was
heading towards. A Hufflepuff Prefect was tapping her foot impatiently, clearly waiting for
Hermione. “Don’t…don’t dawdle. Filch was puttering around somewhere.”

“Right,” Draco said in agreement. “Yes, well, goodnight.”

“Draco?” Hermione said, a bit louder as he turned and walked away. Her mouth twisted a bit,
and she shot a quick glance at the stairs behind her. “Have a goodnight.”

Draco trudged towards their dorms, leaving just as much left unsaid.

“How were rounds, sweetheart?” Theo asked when Hermione had returned almost an hour
later. They were both bent over the table, studying, when she came in. Theo was keen to
pretend nothing had happened, seeing as he had a baseline of what was bothering Draco, but
he was also paying extra attention to him. Just making his presence known.
“Fine,” Hermione said primly, taking off her robes and sending them to her room with a
casual flick of her wand. She perched herself on the edge of the table, giving Draco a nice
peek of her bare thigh from where her skirt fell just so. He was being maudlin, but he was
still a man, after all. “Caught some Fifth Years snogging in an alcove.” She wrinkled her nose
as if that was absolutely distasteful.

Theo laughed, slipping his parchment into his Charms book and shutting it. “Hermione, I
snogged you in an alcove just this morning. Even got my hand up your blouse.”

Hermione chuckled, shrugging a dainty shoulder. “Yes, well, we didn’t get caught, now did
we?”

The two of them exchanged a heated look and that only turned Draco’s mood further.

Since the weekend, word had gotten around about their relationship. Well, more accurately,
Michael Corner had a big fucking mouth and rumors skirted about the castle that the three of
them were involved. And when Theo and Hermione had been spotted kissing in Hogsmeade,
well, that was it.

None of them paid any heed to the rumors, although the questions were directed more so at
Theo, because he was insanely personable and well liked, to which he just shrugged them off
and politely told people to mind their business.

Hermione got her fair share as well, but they were less kind in nature at times, still touting
some version of what Corner had said without the hateful language…and Hermione, well,
she typically responded in kind.

No one had really bothered Draco about it, and the other two’s public displays of affection (a
kiss goodbye here, little handholds there that said they were definitely comfortable together
but not outright flaunting it) had pushed some of the attention off of Draco’s involvement as
far as the other students were concerned.

“You’re doing it again,” Theo muttered, tilting his head slightly around Hermione’s body to
look at him.

“Doing what?” He sighed, no longer pretending to study. He tidied his work up and leaned
back in the chair, raising his hands in supplication.

“Pouting, brooding, ruminating. That,” Theo said with a dismissive wave.

“You’re one to talk,” Draco snarked before immediately regretting it. Perhaps he was a bit
testy, but throwing Theo’s breakdown over his sexuality in his face was uncalled for.

Hermione cleared her throat tersely under her breath and Theo’s jaw clenched.

“I’ll excuse that, because while I know you can be a colossal twat, you didn’t mean it. It’s
been days, Draco. Either get it out or get over it.”

“I can’t just—” Draco sputtered, running his hands through his hair. “It’s not that simple.”
Hermione slid off the table and he expected her to go to the chair next to Theo, but instead,
she surprised him by choosing the seat on his side. Hermione placed a tentative hand on
Draco’s bicep, his elbows resting on the wood table.

“Draco, what Theo means is, we don’t want you to feel like you need to deal with this alone.
It’s obvious something is bothering you, but we can’t help if we don’t know, understand?”

“It’s complicated.”

“Can you…how can we help?” Hermione had started to press but changed streams.

That was a loaded question, and one he wasn’t really sure how to answer. It seemed so much
easier on the other side of things, not that he had much experience. But when his friends were
struggling, Draco simply was there for them. Sure, oftentimes it was in the form of getting
piss drunk or suggesting another unwise coping mechanism as a distraction, but he’d always
offered them an out. A reprieve when things felt too heavy.

And for years, Draco just dealt with his own issues by himself. It’s how he was raised, what
he was taught. And when the issues became big fucking problems, Draco was so far gone
into the depths of his solitude, he wouldn’t even know what asking for help would look like.

“I’ve an idea.” Theo tapped twice on the table.

“Oh?” Hermione asked.

“Mhm, yes. It’s…not…well, it breaks some rules, but it could be fun.”

Draco’s interest was piqued. Hermione looked a bit affronted.

“Tomorrow night,” Theo said, deciding with a nod. “It’s too late tonight and going into the
weekend will feel better.”

“Theo…” Hermione said in the voice she reserved for Head Girl things and the cheeky
bastard simply winked.

“You’ll see,” he said, rising from his chair to kiss her forehead. “Bed?”

“Are you coming?” Hermione asked Draco as Theo went towards her room. “I’ll make it
worth your while. Come to bed with us, Draco.”

He managed a laugh, smiling softly at her open expression. “Yeah, alright, princess. I’ll come
to bed.”

Hermione made good on her promise, taking Draco in her mouth and Theo in her hand,
working them both over expertly before switching. How she could be so dexterous, a cock in
one hand while sucking another…Draco didn’t know, but he was too fucked to care as he
came, panting against Theo’s shoulder while the other man grunted out his own release with a
hand fisted in Draco’s hair.

They repaid the favor, in kind.

Theo coaxed Hermione to straddle Draco’s face, which was no hardship at all. He licked at
her cunt, sliding his fingers inside of her to find her already slick with arousal from sucking
them both off as Hermione slammed her hands against the bed frame to steady herself.

Draco could feel Theo’s thick thighs bracketing his own as he came up behind Hermione to
whisper in her ear.

“May I?”

Hermione moaned a response, to what question, Draco wasn’t sure because he was so
focused on the way she was expertly riding his face. Theo’s chuckle was dark and he
requested Draco to slide down a bit on the bed.

On all fours with Draco beneath her, Hermione panted and arched her back above him. Draco
kissed along her inner thigh as the press of Theo’s hand on her back had her arching further,
angling her arse up. He could seethe glint of silver from between Hermione’s spread thighs
and the quiet mutter of a lubrication charm that all teenaged boys learn at some point.

“Deep breath, sweetheart. Draco, make sure our girl is relaxed.”

“Yes sir,” Draco said, earning him an appreciative groan from Theo as he slid one, then two
fingers deep inside Hermione’s cunt, dragging them along slowly as his tongue swirled
around her clit.

Hermione tensed, her panting breaths coming in more staccato, until Theo murmured quiet
praises and reassurances, urging her to relax again.

Draco knew the moment the plug was fully seated inside of her arse because her cunt
clenched, and the movement of his fingers in and out of her dripping pussy grew tighter. He
could fucking feel it inside of her, and it had his cock rising again at the thought of feeling
Theo buried in her arse while he fucked her cunt.

“Oh, oh shit,” Hermione keened, dropping her head down.

“How does it feel?” Theo asked, laying a light smack on her arse cheek.

“Full,” she hissed, “but, oh, fuck it feels good.”

Draco groaned against her cunt. “Fuck, princess,” he muttered against the skin of her thigh,
wet from the lube and her own arousal. “Our girl likes being filled like that, does she?”

“Y-yes,” Hermione whimpered, canting her hips against Draco’s face. “Oh, gods, yes. Draco,
fuck. I need to come, please.”

He fucked her pussy with renewed vigor and sucked her clit into his mouth, his hips bucking
against air as his own need grew. Draco could jerk himself off in the shower, if need be,
because this was about her. He wanted her to fall apart, all over his face.

Theo was making unintelligible noises as well and Draco wondered if he was as fucked over
this as Draco was.
“So fucking good,” he praised. “Gods, look at you.”

Draco could feel Theo spreading her arse cheeks apart above him, admiring what he assumed
was a fucking delicious sight as Hermione fell apart, dropping her head against the pillow
with exhaustion.

It wasn’t long before she was asleep, Draco and Theo falling soon after.

“Veritaserum,” Theo said with finality, setting the vial with clear liquid on the table.

Hermione made an indignant noise, looking affronted that Theo was in possession of such a
controlled substance, but Draco frowned at Theo’s underhandedness for other reasons.

“Did you take that from my things?”

“You had it?” Hermione asked, whipping her head in Draco’s direction. He merely offered
her an apologetic shrug.

“I bottled a bit when we brewed it for Potions. Thought it might come in handy. Wait, it
hasn’t a full moon cycle left, it’s probably not full strength.”

Theo pointed at Draco with his finger on his nose. “Exactly. But, it should still serve the
purpose. Think of it as team bonding, or something like that.”

Hermione still looked hesitant, but Draco snorted at Theo’s logic. “Team bonding. Yeah,
alright.”

He wasn’t sure what to expect when Theo had suggested something to open them up but he
had assumed there would be alcohol involved and with the hopes that they would end up in a
naked configuration, but even if Draco and Hermione had brewed the potion perfectly, it
wasn’t going to act as true Veritaserum with an incomplete moon cycle.

There was no harm, right?

“I’ll go first.”

“No,” Hermione said, placing her hand on Theo’s where he’d been reaching for the vial.
“Together, right? In for a penny, I suppose…”

Theo administered two drops of the clear, odorless liquid on their tongues before dosing
himself and settling on the floor, cross legged in front of the fire.

“Let’s test how strong it is, then, yeah? See if you can fight it off. No cheating, Draco.” Theo
gave him a pointed glare.

“I’ll behave, promise,” Draco winked at him. He’d been dosed before, as part of his aunt’s
more unusual training methods during the war. Even if he could resist it, Draco would abide
by the spirit of Theo’s exercise.
“We’ll get the easy ones out of the way first, things we all know the truth behind.”

Theo asked Hermione if she’d ever had sex with the Weasel king, and her face contorted a bit
as she stammered through a yes before blurting out her no. Draco asked Theo who he lost his
virginity too and he managed to lie, painfully.

“P-P-Pans—” Theo choked out between giggles. “Pansy, yes, Pans-Pansy.” He shook his
head fervently as his eyes glittered with unshed tears.

“Right, so, Theo has a tell. My turn, I suppose.”

“Whose name did you accidentally call out once while you were with Pansy?”

“Oi, that’s not fucking fair. I told you that in confidence!” The urge to answer was on the tip
of Draco’s tongue, but he clenched his jaw hard enough that he was surprised his teeth didn’t
crack. Hermione leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees, watching Draco fight the
truth serum. It wasn’t strong, but he knew that if he tried to speak against it, he’d end up
telling the truth.

Maybe he could just be quiet.

“No cheating, Draco. Theo, who was it?”

“Hermione,” Draco said with a resigned sigh as Theo echoed his words with an excited glint
in his eyes.

“It was her lilac knickers, and he was a bit pissed.”

“Periwinkle,” Draco grumbled, feeling his cheeks pink. “Don’t worry, princess, I haven’t
been pining over you since then, but…” he offered a shrug at Hermione’s surprised
expression. “You looked really pretty at the Yule Ball.”

“Thank you,” Hermione said, scooting closer to him on the couch. “You looked quite
handsome, too.”

“Hey, what about me?” Theo said with an exaggerated pout.

Hermione laughed and winced a bit. “Sorry, erm, I don’t really remember seeing you.”

Theo sighed dramatically. “Suppose that’s fair. I wasn’t a good-looking bloke back then.
Took me a while to grow into myself.” He waggled his eyebrows suggestively, and Draco had
the itch to tell Theo how untrue that was. He’d been a tall, lanky boy, but Draco had always
found him handsome with his dark hair and bright eyes. Especially when he flashed that
charming smile of his, which had always done something to Draco before he even realized
what it meant.

They all paused for a moment, knowing that before long, someone was going to ask the
intrusive questions and Draco felt his palms get a bit sweaty in apprehension.
“I’ll go first,” Theo said, waving his wand towards his room and bringing a bottle of
Firewhiskey out. “We’ll probably need this, at some point. Ask away, I think all of us have
some things we’re not being forthcoming with.”

“How are you feeling about…this?” Hermione asked quickly, waving her hand between the
three of them.

Theo sighed. “Fucking terrified.”

She made a small squeaking noise and shrank down a bit into the sofa cushions.

“Not…it’s not a bad thing, sweetheart. But it’s scary how much I care for you. The both of
you. Hermione, fuck, you let me kiss you in the corridors now! That’s…I like that. I like you.
I’m fucked over you. And Draco…”

“What about me?”

Theo regarded Draco carefully and dropped his head in his hands.

“What about me, Theo?” Draco implored, feeling desperate to know what had Theo so
scared. For him to verbalize it.

“I’m scared of how I feel about you. Scared of what people may think. The whole thing, it’s
unconventional and I just…most days it’s not so bad, but I can still hear my father’s voice in
my head. That it’s wrong.”

“Does it feel wrong, Theo?” Hermione asked, slipping off the sofa and kneeling next to the
man, placing her hand on his arm.

Theo shook his head. He looked up and his green eyes locked on to Draco. “Most of the time,
no. It feels really right. But then other times…I just…pause, I guess. I’m not…I’m not ready
for people to know about us. I’m sorry, Draco, but not yet.”

While he didn’t love his answer, Draco understood where Theo was coming from. And, well,
his honesty went a long way. He needed more time, even though Draco wished he could
easily hold Theo’s hand, or even Hermione’s hand, in the corridors, making sure they were
comfortable was important too.

Maybe Theo had the right idea, having it out like this.

“You like me?” Hermione whispered to Theo, a pretty blush coloring her cheeks.

“A lot, sweetheart. It’s more than physical for me, at this point.”

“And you?” She asked Draco next.

The words fell off his tongue easily. “I care a great deal about you, princess. I’m with Theo,
we fucked right off past physical a long time ago.”
Hermione looked uneasy and wrung her hands together, pacing back and forth. Dread twisted
in Draco’s stomach. Did she really not care for them in the same way?

“Hermione?” Theo asked, looking just as nervous as Draco felt. “Is there something wrong?”

“No. Yes. I don’t…yes.”

Both men tensed, watching her pace.

“I was just telling myself that it was silly, that I can enjoy myself with you and still…but then
it just got so complicated because my heart went and got involved and I’ve never felt like this
towards anyone, not even Ron, and it’s just a distraction and odd, right? This is odd? How
does a three-person relationship even work? Is it just a fling? Do we finish this year and then,
what?”

“Hermione, baby,” Theo said softly, standing and placing his hands on her shoulders. “Relax.
You’re working yourself up.” He pulled her in for a hug, cradling her head against his chest
as his other hand ran a path up and down her back. “It’s okay. Just breathe, yeah?”

She took a few calming breaths and Theo walked her over to the sofa. They took up their
usual places of tangled limbs as Draco threaded his fingers with hers.

“I like you both. A lot. And it just feels so unexpected, and I don’t want to get hurt.”

“I don’t think either of us want to hurt you, sweetheart,” Theo said, looking over at Draco
who nodded soberly.

“I kept telling myself it was nothing, that you two are just like this and we could all still just
have fun, but now my stupid heart hurts when I think about not being with you, or when
people say cruel things, and I just…”

Draco kissed her. Gently, but enough to dam the stream of words tumbling through her lips.
He pressed his mouth to hers and swallowed the protested before she sighed against him,
kissing him back.

“Princess,” he rasped against her lips. “It’s okay to feel a little uncertain. We don’t have all
the answers either, obviously we’re all a little new at this.”

“But I like answers,” she pouted, pulling away and tracing a pattern over the bad of his hand.
“I don’t like feeling out of control.”

Theo snorted his agreement to that statement. “We can figure it out, together.”

Hermione turned towards him and nodded her head gently. “Okay.”

Draco internally groaned, knowing what he was about to say would absolutely send
Hermione into another spiral, and possibly throw Theo further into his own fears and panics.
But, it needed to get out. He’d been stewing over it for too long, and they’d each shared their
own internal struggles about the relationship.
 The only difference was, Draco’s had the most potential to ruin what had barely begun and
damn their relationship before they even got a fair shake.

“I have a marriage contract,” he said, his voice sounding hollow. “To Astoria.”

Chapter End Notes

A very happy holiday season to all who celebrate. I don’t know about you, but i am
READY for 2024 and for some version of normal in my life.

Cheers!

Xx, westy
 // Hermione
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes

There was a ringing in Hermione’s ears. Surely, she did not hear Draco properly.

“You’re engaged?” She asked a bit shrilly, staring at him with wide eyes.

“Mate, way to just rip the plaster off,” Theo said with a pained grimace.

“Not technically, no.”

Hermione wondered how well Draco was able to lie under their diluted Veritaserum. He
looked just as uncomfortable with the conversation as she felt. It would make sense, his
mood as of late, if this is what had been bothering him.

“My father arranged it before the end of the war. My mother didn’t even realize, as she’s had
limited contact with him, until Astoria’s mother brought it up. Apparently, the Greengrasses
are not as put off by the Malfoys as the rest of the world.”

“You knew?” Hermione asked, noting Theo’s less than surprised expression.

“More or less,” he said with a heavy sigh.

“And…you…what does this even mean?” Hermione began to feel her chest tightening. She
had just admitted her feelings for both of them, and, well, they had them too, right?

They both couldn’t be lying.

But what did that mean for the three of them? What was the point of continuing if there was
an expiration date? Theo wasn’t betrothed, at least. But Hermione couldn’t imagine a
scenario with her and Theo, and not feeling incomplete without Draco.

“Hey, sweetheart, hey, calm down. You’re going to give yourself a panic attack.” Theo’s
calming voice and guiding hands centered her. He set her on the sofa, she hadn’t even
realized she’d stood, and he was pressing the whiskey into her hands.

“Drink.”

She took a generous swallow of the whiskey, a shaky exhale passing through her lips as the
fiery liquid burned a path down to her stomach.

Draco was looking at her, his handsome face marred with concern. “I don’t want to,” he said
softly.

“Do you have a choice?” Hermione asked.

“I don’t know,” he answered, which she would just have to assume was truthful. “My mother
implied I did, or at least, she’d try to get me out of it.”

“Do you want to get out of it?”

Hermione realized it was a two-way conversation and Theo was content to watch, a steadying
hand on her thigh. Clearly, Draco had already shared a bit with him. Despite understanding
why, the nature of their friendship being more established and thereby much closer than hers
and Draco’s, it still stung a bit that he was in the know for longer than her. This impacted
both of them.

“I don’t want to marry Astoria.” Draco’s grey eyes drilled into Hermione’s, hard and a bit icy,
sending a shiver down her spine. Veritaserum or not, he was telling the truth. The firm set of
his jaw and the dark tone of his voice made it clear that he wasn’t happy with the marriage
contract.

She relaxed further into the cushions.

“I don’t want you to marry Astoria,” Hermione admitted. Draco finally stood from his
position on the floor and flanked Hermione’s other side. “It’s not fair.”

Chuckling under his breath, Theo tucked a curl behind Hermione’s ear and pressed a kiss to
the underside of her jaw. “No? What’s not fair about it sweetheart?”

He was clearly trying to change the subject, and taking advantage of Hermione’s lowered
inhibitions while doing so. She didn’t particularly mind, though. After their cathartic
feelings-dump, she was craving closeness from the two of them. Clothed, unclothed, it didn’t
really matter. But being so open and vulnerable had left her feeling exposed, and not in the
fun way that resulted in one or both of her men making her feel undeniably good.

“I don’t want this to end, not yet. Even if it’s still months away, I don’t like knowing there is
an end-date.”

“Me neither,” Draco whispered, mirroring Theo’s movements and nuzzling against the other
side of her neck. “What do you want?”

These wicked boys were going to be the end of her.

She licked her lips, still feeling the slight pressure on her tongue from the Veritaserum even
though it had begun to fade in potency. Hermione didn’t need truth serum to tell them this,
though. If there was one thing she’d learned with Theo and Draco, being open about her
physical wants and desires was far easier. Matters of the heart were much more complicated
than matters of her body, or theirs for that matter.

“I want both of you,” she said on a breathy exhale, running her palms up and down their
thighs. “Together, separately, watching the two of you.” The last admission made her blush,
but she held her ground. “There’s so many things I want to try and…and…”
“Hey, shh,” Draco purred in her ear. “None of that, princess. Let’s not think about that. Let’s
think about right now.” Hermione watched the two of them share a look, Theo’s pupils blown
wide, tracking the motion as Draco slowly licked his bottom lip.

“Tell us more about these configurations, sweetheart.” Theo nipped at the soft skin of her
neck, trailing his hand lightly over her stomach, stopping just below her breast, tracing the
underside of her bra with his thumb.

Hermione shivered under his touch, only to increase as Draco lifted her hand to his mouth
and began delicately kissed the inside of her wrist, letting his tongue tease the sensitive skin.

“Mmph.” She sank deeper into the cushions, closing her eyes and basking in the sensation of
being worshipped by the two of them. “I want to watch the two of you together.”

Both of them froze momentarily. Theo’s swallow was audible, but he didn’t falter for long.
“How so?”

Hermione canted her hips as Draco’s hand moved between her thighs. A few of the fantasies
she’d imagined began playing out in her head. She wasn’t sure of the logistics of it, but there
was a particular one that never failed to drench her knickers and make her clench her thighs
together.

“One of you fucking me,” Hermione said in a low voice, rolling her head to the side to kiss at
the corner of Theo’s mouth. “While getting fucked by the other one.”

Draco moaned, resting his forehead against Hermione’s shoulder. His hand had made its way
up her thigh, thumb brushing against the edge of her knickers. “What else?” His voice was
choked with need, a low gravelly tone.

“I want to watch you suck him off,” she whispered in Draco’s ear. “And then I want to suck
you off while he fucks me.”

“Oh fuck,” Theo groaned. “Yes, fuck yes.”

Draco took that as all the consent he needed, leaning over Hermione and pulling Theo in for a
bruising kiss. The darker haired man whimpered as Draco bit his lower lip and fisted his
curls. Hermione scrambled, trying to move out of the way before Theo crushed her, because
he was in a quick hurry to get closer to Draco. Leaning against the arm of the sofa, she
watched as Theo lowered Draco against the other arm, covering his body with his own.

Their breaths came in pants and stilted groans, Theo shoving a thigh between Draco’s legs
and pressing his hips forward. Hermione’s own need was growing between her thighs, and it
would be so easy to just slip a hand up her skirt to relieve some of the pressure…

“Fuck, T,” Draco whimpered, throwing his head back against the arm, eyes closed tight as
Theo’s mouth worked against his neck. His hand explored Draco’s fit, muscular body,
roughly pulling his shirt from his trousers and deftly undoing the buttons from bottom to top.
The blond man’s chest was exposed and Theo’s lips trailed along his collarbone, seeming to
trace every single silvery scar along Draco’s chest with his tongue.
Draco looked down at Theo with shock in his eyes, earning him a throaty chuckle from the
other. Finally, his silvery ones met Hermione who felt her flush across her cheeks and her
chest, tugging at the hem of her skirt, squirming in her seat.

“Theo,” Draco rasped, pushing on his shoulders, “Our girl is needy.”

Hearing him call her our girl sent another jolt of arousal through Hermione. While Theo was
the one usually in charge, it was so easy to fall for Draco’s possessive words too.

Theo looked over his shoulder, eyes glinting with mirth as he took in Hermione’s current
state. He was in between two people who wanted him so desperately, it seemed, if the
expression on Draco’s face was any indication. It was almost as if the entire conversation
earlier had been forgotten, tossed aside so they could give in to their physical need for each
other. Pulling them all closer and reminding them why they all started to fall for each other in
the first place.

“Take off your knickers, sweetheart, and show us that pretty cunt.”

Hermione obeyed quickly, pushing off the sofa to stand before the two of them, slipping her
hands under her skirt and sliding down her knickers. She went to toss them on the coffee
table, but Theo cleared his throat, holding his hand out expectantly. Biting her lower lip, she
placed them in his hand.

She began to feel embarrassed when Theo pressed them to his nose, inhaling deeply, but the
guttural groan that fell from his lips had all of that pushed aside. “Fuck, sweetheart. Fucking
ruined these, didn’t you? Sit back down.”

Theo gestured to the sofa, guiding Hermione where he wanted her. She was sitting against the
arm, facing one of the armchairs at an angle. Theo spread his knees wide, Hermione’s
knickers still held in his fist as he looked at Draco who had been watching their interaction
with growing interest.

“On your knees, then, Draco. Show our girl what you can do with that mouth.”

Draco smirked, cocking a brow at Theo. “Oh, she knows well enough. Don’t you, princess?”

Hermione whimpered, anticipation growing by the moment.

Theo tsked, shaking his head slowly at Draco’s petulance, but there was excitement glittering
in his green eyes. “Then get over here so I can shut you up.”

“Yes, sir,” he drawled, shooting Hermione a wink. Theo undid his trousers and pulled out his
thick, hard cock, already leaking at the tip. He gave himself a few strokes with Hermione’s
knickers, coating them with pre-cum. His eyes were fixed on Draco as he leaned over him,
placing two hands on his knees and kissing him slowly as he sank to the floor, fitting his wide
shoulders between Theo’s legs.

“Suck.”
Draco needn’t be told twice, he replaced Theo’s hand with his own, and Hermione felt like
she couldn’t breathe. The angle was perfection, she could clearly see Draco’s tongue extend
and circle the red tip of Theo’s cock, slowly gathering the moisture there and pumping it at
the base.

“Oh gods,” Hermione whimpered.

“Touch yourself, sweetheart,” Theo said with gritted teeth, the words falling off on a moan as
Draco took his tip fully into his mouth. He gasped as Draco’s cheeks hollowed and released
him with an audible pop. “Accio Hermione’s vibrator,” he managed to speak as Draco
lowered onto him again, the length of Theo’s dick disappearing between his lips.

Hermione had already begun to circle her clit, skirt rucked up around her waist as her toy
came whizzing into the room. Theo caught it before tossing it over to Hermione, his
expression a clear directive. She pushed through the settings until she found the one she
preferred best and pressed it against her center.

“Merlin, fuck, look at you,” Theo said in awe, the sounds of the vibrator and Draco’s slick
mouth moving over Theo’s length filling the room. He grunted and cradled Draco’s skull
with both hands as he punched his hips upward, never once taking his eyes off of Hermione
as she bucked against her toy.

The sensations against her clit and watching Draco swallow Theo’s cock had a coil building
tight inside of her, but she didn’t want to come just yet.

“Theo,” Hermione whined, spreading herself wider and gripping her breast over her shirt as
her hips canted more erratically.

“Fuck yourself with it, I want to see you spread around it like it’s my cock.”

Hermione moved the vibrator from her clit down to her soaking cunt, the change in sensation
making her jolt. She’d only really used it on her clit before, when she was alone, because it
was the fastest way to get off. Gathering her arousal over the head of the toy, she planted a
foot flat on the sofa cushion and arched into the arm of the sofa, giving Theo, and Draco who
had pulled off of his cock to watch the show, a perfect view.

She pressed the head of her toy into her pussy, working it in and out and angling it so the
vibrations pressed right against her g-spot. Her fingers of her other hand moved to her clit
and she fucked herself on the pink vibrator as she pressed against her clit, eyes wide as she
stared between the two of them. Theo was fisting his own cock as Draco lowered the zipper
on his trousers and began doing the same.

“Fucking hell, Draco. Have you ever seen anything so perfect?”

Hermione was getting closer by the moment, the visual of the two of them touching
themselves to the image of her touching herself bringing her teetering on the edge.

“Never,” Draco agreed. Blowjob seemingly forgotten, Draco rose, trousers falling down his
firm arse and cock jutting out proudly, and came to stand next to Hermione. “Are you going
to come for us, princess?”

Hermione nodded, eyes pinching shut as the wave began to crest inside of her. She felt
Theo’s presence near again too, and his works snapped the coil inside of her and her cunt
clenched around her toy.

“Gonna fuck this little cunt while Draco empties himself down your throat, Hermione,” Theo
said, only barely audible over her own moans of pleasure as she came. Theo tugged on her
wrist and pulled the toy from her cunt, feeling bereft with the emptiness as the aftershocks of
her orgasm still pounded through her.

In a smooth motion, Theo had cast the contraceptive charm and entered her to the hilt,
punching the breath out of her lungs as Draco gripped her hand and guided it to his waiting
cock.

Hermione rolled her neck, eagerly sucking him into her mouth as Theo set a punishing pace,
fucking her hard, fast, and deep. She steadied one hand on the back of his thigh, stretching
her lips around his length and encouraging him to match her pace.

“Oh fuck, princess,” Draco said in a tight voice. “Fuck, your mouth.”

“Think that’s what you’re doing, mate,” Theo panted, pulling Hermione’s thighs further apart
and rolling his hips so his cock dragged deliciously inside of her every time he pulled out.

She couldn’t comment, however, because she was so deliriously wrung out between the two
of them, relishing in the filthy words they said, coupled with their warming praise.

So fucking tight.

You’re perfect, so perfect.

You like it when we use you, don’t you sweetheart?

Fill her up, Theo. I want to see her cunt dripping with you.

It didn’t take long for Hermione to fall apart again, moaning around Draco’s cock as Theo
faltered and his elbow buckled when she clenched around him.

“Shit, baby, I can’t—” Theo gasped, leaning forward to suck a mark into her neck. “So tight,
I’m gonna fucking come.”

“Wait—” Draco sputtered, fisting Hermione’s curls roughly to hold her head steady. He
fucked her throat, the tip nudging as far back as it would go. “Let me— with you—”

Hermione felt Draco pulse in her mouth, the salty tang of his cum exploding on her tongue as
Theo grabbed her hips hard enough to leave bruises, his own cock throbbing deep inside of
her, their two groans as they came echoing in the room. Draco pulled out of her mouth first,
resting his head on his forearm on the arm of the sofa, his heavy breathing making
Hermione’s curls flutter.
His eyes met hers and he smiled softly, tracing her lower lip with his thumb as she made a
show of swallowing his release, giving him a shy smile in return.

“You’re such a good girl for us, Hermione,” he muttered against her lips as Theo pulled out
of her cunt. Their combined arousal felt slick on her thighs, but she quickly felt the press of
Theo’s fingers, trailing along her skin and slowly pumping inside of her.

“Merlin, that’s fucking…” Theo trailed off, biting his knuckles as he pushed his cum back
into her pussy. Draco managed to find the strength to move to where the other man stood,
pupils blown wide as he looked at the view, his spent cock giving a feeble twitch.

“Shit.” Draco wiped his hand down his face. “I might have a breeding kink.”

“None of that,” Hermione said quickly, the idea of falling pregnant immediately snapping her
out of her lust-filled fog. “No thank you.”

The boys simply laughed as Hermione scrambled to sitting, wondering if Ginny had any
emergency contraceptive potions just in case. Theo had done the charm, she felt the familiar
warmth and then cooling sensation in her belly, but going forward, she would be in charge of
her own birth control.

Just in case.

Theo and Draco both took great care to clean her up and make her comfortable after. Despite
the shower not being quite large enough for the three of them, they still made it work. There
were tangled limbs and soap getting into eyes, even a tile knocking loose from Theo’s elbow.

It was lighthearted and full of laughter, tender looks and gentle caresses, ending at one point
with Hermione tucked against Theo’s chest with Draco at her back, their arms wrapped
around each other and delicate kisses and whispered words passing between them.

“My bed?” Hermione asked as Theo set her on the edge of the counter in a fluffy towel while
Draco dried himself before rubbing a towel through Theo’s curls, causing the latter to swat
him away annoyedly.

“Wouldn’t want to be anywhere else, sweetheart.”

The three of them climbed into Hermione’s bed, Draco making another comment about the
size and promises to buy her a new one for Christmas, to which Theo retorted that he had his
own bed, in the proper dorm he belonged in, which made Draco utter a positively affronted
noise.

It wasn’t long before Hermione was falling asleep, the gentle touch of both boys rubbing her
aching muscles lulling her further under. While their moment on the sofa had thrust all
thoughts of marriage contracts and Theo’s fears, and her own worries about what putting her
heart on the line meant, they all managed to seep back in, coloring her dreams with anxious
ridden pictures.

All she could do was hope for the best and come what may.
Such thoughts had followed her into the morning as the three of them prepared to head down
to breakfast. The empty vial of Veritaserum had reminded her of everything that was said.
Her own troubles aside, she remembered the raw honestly in which Theo had admitted he
wasn’t ready to be public with Draco, despite how much he loved sharing bits of affection
with Hermione outside of the safety of their room.

And how Draco had looked crestfallen at the admission. She didn’t know if she could
categorize it as jealousy on Draco’s part, rather yearning.

That, and the realization that he had a contract with Astoria who had made her interest at
least somewhat obvious, spurred Hermione into action once they passed through the door into
the main corridor.

Theo had already slipped his arm around Hermione’s shoulders, pulling her in for a kiss on
her temple as she found purchase on his waist.

Draco, to no great surprise, kept a bit of distance between the two of them.

“Draco,” Hermione said, holding out her hand and wiggling her fingers as they walked.
“Hold my hand.”

Theo seemed not at all surprised by her requested, but Draco faltered a bit, cheeks turning a
light shade of pink.

“Right now?”

“No, silly, in Charms on Monday. Yes, right now,” she emphasized this by thrusting her hand
toward him again. “If you’re comfortable.”

A slow, easy grin spread across his lips as he threaded his fingers with her, tugging lightly to
kiss her chastely. “I’m comfortable.”

The three of them walked towards the Great Hall for breakfast, late enough in the morning
that there were plenty of students who witnessed their public display, but Hermione couldn’t
be bothered. It felt so comfortable, to have both of them touching her. It wouldn’t be easy, she
knew, but she chose to ignore the arched brows in their direction.

It wasn’t until they reached the Great Hall that Hermione didn’t know if she wanted to laugh
or die of mortification.

Astoria, Luna, and a few other Ravenclaw girls were arriving at the same time. The former
made a small squeaking noise at Hermione and Draco’s joined hands before stomping off into
the Great Hall in a huff. A few of the girls followed, but Luna, ever the observant delight,
simply looked between the three of them.

“Oh, so you are all three together,” she said dreamily, “Well, I hope you’re staying hydrated,
Hermione.”
Chapter End Notes

the patience of all of you! Thanks if you haven’t left me yet. My writing schedule should
even out now that the holidays are done and my kiddo is back in school.

ANYWAYS - sorry about that cliffhanger, omg. I really did not expect those reactions
hehe. DON’T WORRY, westy has a plan (does she? Who knows) & it will be HEA and
our fav three will make it through. And the smut was a treat, because i left you hanging
for a bit.

HAPPY NEW YEAR everyone! I hope everyone had a safe and happy holiday however
you brought in 2024.
 // Theo

Since Hermione had taken the next steps in making their relationship public, or, more public,
they were met with mixed reactions. However, in the time that’d passed since Theo had
watched Hermione take Draco’s hand in the corridor, eventually, the novelty wore off.

It helped that Theo had thrown his Head Boy clout around when the younger students hissed
behind their backs between classes or at mealtimes. It wasn’t often, but enough that he felt he
needed to remind them to mind their manners. Hermione always chastised him in public
when he did so, saying he should be better than that and ignore them, but in private?

Well, his little witch was so responsive to his possessive nature, which Theo counted as a
win.

Things had been developing nicely with Draco as well. Since they laid it all out, bared their
souls to each other and shared their true feelings, Theo had found himself needier for Draco’s
touch, his attention. He still wasn’t ready to snog the man in public, but he’d been letting his
gaze linger, letting himself stand a bit closer. For all of Draco’s confidence, Theo knew that
Draco needed a bit of affection and attention too.

So, while Hermione could hold his hand and press little kisses to his cheeks when they say
goodbye, Theo was growing in his own confidence. A week after Draco had sucked Theo off
for the first time, Theo had pinned Draco against the wall in his dorm room, sucking at his
neck and stroking his cock until he came all over Theo’s hand and Draco’s chest.

To be fair, the man had no fucking right to look so good stripping off his sweaty Quidditch kit
in the locker room earlier in the day, and Theo was a bit desperate.

And while Theo wasn’t quite ready to take Draco’s frankly fucking impressive cock in his
mouth fully, he did sink to his knees and bravely clean the mess from his abdomen and his
length with his tongue. He’d licked from Draco’s navel down to the base, finding the salty
tang of his cum intriguing; letting it pool on his tongue as he looked Draco in the eyes from
his position on the floor.

Draco had watched him, awe-struck and reverently, threading his fingers through Theo’s
curls and gasping for air like he couldn’t believe what was happening as Theo had let a sticky
collection of Draco’s release trail out of his mouth before scooping it up with his fingers and
sucking them clean. While Theo preferred to be in charge, there was a special kind of power
in being on his knees as well, knowing he was the reason for Draco’s shaky inhales and tight
control waiting to be shattered.

“Fuck, T,” Draco hissed, letting his head thud against the wall when Theo closed his teeth
around one of the ball-ends of his cock piercing, tugging just a little bit. Draco winced, a
desperate little whimper falling from his throat and pulled tightly on Theo’s hair. His cock
had already grown half-hard again.
“Stop it,” he whispered. “Stop it now, unless you plan to fuck me or let me fuck you.
Hermione is studying with Patil and Thomas, and fuck, Theo, you can’t tease me like that.”

The raw desperation in Draco’s eyes didn’t supersede the trepidation Theo had felt in that
instant. He stood quickly and noted the lightning-fast flash of disappointment on Draco’s face
as he schooled his features and tucked his dick back into his sweatpants, adjusting it so the
bulge wasn’t so obvious.

“I’m sorry,” Theo had responded with a groan of an exhale. “Fuck, Draco, I’m sorry.”

“Hey,” Draco said quickly, placing his hands on Theo’s shoulders and ducking his head a bit
to meet Theo’s eyes. “Nope, don’t do that. It’s okay.”

Theo snorted. “Is it though? Fuck, Draco, how can you be so fucking patient?”

Draco chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck. “Well, I mean, I’ve been crushing on you
for a year or more. The fact that you even feel remotely the same is recompense enough, you
know? And, you did just give me a hand-job so it’s not like I can be greedy. I’m sorry, for
what it’s worth, for saying that. Too much too soon.”

Theo moved towards his bed and flopped down, staring at the hangings of the four-poster.
“Not really, I mean, we’ve all thought it, I know Hermione’s practically salivating at the
thought of it. But…”

“But she’s not here,” Draco finished, sitting down next to Theo and looking down into his
eyes. He brushed a stray curl from Theo’s forehead, and he leaned into the tender gesture.
“Bit different, when it’s just the two of us.”

“I want to,” Theo admitted softly, looking down before shyly meeting Draco’s eyes again.
“You know? Not you…with me but…”

“You want to fuck me.”

Theo’s cock managed a twitch at that, despite his warring thoughts. He knew he was attracted
to Draco, and since the image had been planted in his head about the two of them fucking,
he’d thought about it a more than a few times. Draco and his pale, gorgeous skin, his tight
back muscles flexing as he took Theo deep on all fours, the feeling of his firm arse pressed
against Theo’s thighs and under his hands.

Or would he want to be face-to-face? Fuck, that was just as tempting of a picture. Would
Draco wrap those dangerous fucking thighs around Theo’s waist as he sank into him?

“Yeah,” Draco chuckled, gesturing to the bulge in Theo’s own shorts. “You definitely want to
fuck me.”

“I want to fuck you, Draco.” Admitting it out loud helped clear some of the fog from his
thoughts. The more he engaged with Draco, the more both him and Hermione made him feel
safe, feel normal for his attraction and feelings towards both of them, the easier it was to
separate from the lies and horrific things his father had planted in his head.
Draco dipped his head and pressed a kiss to Theo’s lips, nibbling on the lower one before
pulling away. “Good,” he whispered against his mouth. “Because I want you to. I want you to
be my first.”

Somehow, the admission shocked Theo. He knew Draco had limited experience with other
men, the one other than Theo being a stranger in a pub bathroom, but somehow he hadn’t
registered that Draco hadn’t had that kind of sex before.

“Am I a collector of virginities now?” Theo said excitedly before he could stop the words
from traveling from his brain to his mouth.

Draco laughed heartily, collapsing down on the bed next to Theo. “You might be, T.” He
threaded their hands together and pressed a kiss to Theo’s knuckles. “There’s no rush,
though.”

“But you’d let me?”

“Yeah,” Draco said, the prettiest blush coloring his cheeks. “Yeah, I’d let you.”

Their carefully constructed balance was threatened, though, on an otherwise innocuous

Thursday at breakfast. It was a Gryffindor day, which was one of the days they all ate lunch
together. Hermione was still intent on her somewhat regular rotation of sitting at different
tables, although the Ravenclaws had gotten a little less attention lately.

Even when she had dined with the blue and bronze, Draco had opted to sit with the Slytherins
and half of the time, Theo joined him. He had been avoiding Astoria at all costs, firmly
spurning any additional advances and making it clear where his interest was at. Not like
Astoria would even sit near Hermione at any rate. It was usually her and the Patil twin who
had been in Ravenclaw, sometimes joined by Lovegood.

Hermione was seated between Ginevra and Longbottom with Draco and Theo across from
her, the conversation flowing easily. He found a great deal of comfort with the Gryffindors.
Hermione must have been something of royalty in their ranks, which, made a lot of sense, the
way they easily accepted Theo and Draco. Not that Theo was particularly offensive to any
sensibilities, other than his propensity to be a bit crass and the fact that he was a Slytherin in
another life, but Draco was a polarizing man for many of their classmates.

Yet the Gryffindors never seemed to mind. They’d warmed up to him quite a bit.

“Ready for Hufflepuff this weekend?” Ginny asked, buttering her toast. Hufflepuff had
trounced Ravenclaw in the last match, and after their loss to Gryffindor in the season opener,
Johanson was champing at the bit to take the badgers down.

“Born ready, Weasley,” Theo said with a cheeky wink. Ginny snorted into her tea and rolled
her eyes.

“Yeah, alright. I’ll admit, the two of you swing those bats well. If you ever think about
changing teams, let me know.”
Draco sputtered a bit into his coffee and Hermione huffed a small laugh at her best friend’s
accidental double entendre, the three of them sharing a look that went unnoticed by the
others.

Before Theo could affirm his loyalty to the silver and green, though, the post arrived, and a
scroll was dropped onto Hermione’s plate. She frowned at it, absently giving the owl a bit of
her bacon as she looked between the scroll and Ginny.

“Gin,” She asked, tossing her friend a side-long look. “Why is Harry writing me? Is there
something I should be aware of?”

To Theo’s knowledge, Hermione hadn’t spoken to Harry since the blow-up with the Weasel
King. He hadn’t outright been a shit to Hermione, but there was still a low simmering tension
between the three of them, and Ginny and Harry by extension.

Ginny shrugged, looking a bit sheepish which was odd considering the witch was typically
burgeoning with confidence and unapologetic candor. “I might have told him he couldn’t get
into my knickers until he deals with my twat of a brother and has a conversation with you.”

“Ginny,” Hermione hissed, tearing open the scroll and scanning the letter. “Oh, bloody
brilliant, he wants to have dinner. This weekend.” She glared daggers at Ginny.

“I’m sorry?” Ginny said, her shoulders kissing her ears. “I’m your best friend, remember
that.”

“On very thin ice,” Hermione huffed. “If I get the sense that he’s just trying to placate me to
get to you…”

“Say no more,” Ginny said, shaking her head. “I’ll go spend Christmas at Shell Cottage and
tell Bill to remove him from the wards. I promise you, Hermione. But yes, full disclosure, I
would like you and him to be on good terms for my personal gain.”

“Wench,” Hermione muttered under her breath but then smiled and bumped shoulders with
Ginny, showing that while she seemed irritated, she was willing to hear Potter out, for
Ginny’s sake at least.

“Want us to come with you?” Theo offered, without even thinking of what a shit show that
might become.

“What?” Hermione blinked owlishly at him. “You’d want to?”

Theo looked at Draco who gave him a casual nod. Draco was likely remembering the same
state Hermione had been in when she last met up with Potter, and Weasley, and he was in
clear agreement. Not seeing Hermione go through that again would be ideal, and while she
was formidable at standing up for herself where they were concerned, she shouldn’t have to
defend herself or her relationship with the Chosen One alone on all of their behalf.

“Yeah, princess, we do.” Draco’s eyes were on Hermione’s, and the pet name caused her to
blush while Ginny met Theo’s eyes across the table, brows raised.
‘Princess?’ She mouthed incredulously. Theo just chuckled silently.

“Right, well, then that’s that,” Hermione said after clearing her throat. She made a show of
putting her breakfast dishes in a neat stack in front of her before wiping her hands on a
napkin. “Dinner with Harry, then. I’ll write him back. Saturday, after the match?”

“Done,” Theo said with a nod.

Slytherin steamrolled Hufflepuff. Theo and Draco both had an excellent game; their practices
had paid off and Johanson was more than pleased with their performances. They managed to
prevent the Hufflepuffs from getting close to the hoops multiple times, and when they did,
their shots on goal were excessive compared to the thirty points they’d managed to score.

Meanwhile, their Keeper might as well had been wearing goggles filled with Peruvian Instant
Darkness powder, the way they seemed to let the Quaffle through.

Two hundred and eighty fucking points.

It felt good, and seeing Hermione cheer them on in the stands, still wearing her Gryffindor
pride but waving a Slytherin flag for her two men was the icing on the cake. It was the high
they all needed to ride as they walked towards Hogsmeade, heading to the Three
Broomsticks. To Theo’s surprise, Ginny actually had no intention of attending the dinner with
her boyfriend or ex-boyfriend or whatever the fuck he was to her, so it was just going to be
the four of them.

When they walked in, Madam Rosmerta immediately looked up from the bar and gave Draco
a hard look.

“Shit,” he whispered. “I should uh…”

“Yeah, go,” Theo said quickly as the barmaid came around the bar and made a bee-line for
the door, holding it open and following Draco back outside.

“I forgot, that was so insensitive of me,” Hermione said, fidgeting with the end of her scarf.
“We should reschedule, or go somewhere else. This is a bad idea.”

“Sweetheart,” Theo said, putting a bit of firmness in his voice. He was beginning to see how
responsive Hermione was to that even outside of the bedroom. While he wanted to reassure
her and let her know it was going to be okay, the witch was a ball of anxiety at best
sometimes and his commanding tone tending to ground her. “We’ll be fine. Draco knew what
he was getting into when we came here.”

She bobbed her head in a nod, pushing the air out of her lungs in a few quick exhales. She
was nervous.

“Right, okay. Harry is over there,” Hermione nodded just beyond his shoulder. “Should we?”

“Let’s,” he said with a kiss on her lips, smiling as he did it.

Potter was seated at a large table near the edge of the dining room, a pint of Butterbeer in
front of him and another that was presumably for Hermione. He must not have realized that
both Theo and Draco were coming along, which amused Theo if he were being honest.

“Hermione,” Potter said, pushing to his feet and moving like he was going to pull her into a
hug before stopping in front of the two of them. “Nott.”

“Potter,” Theo said with a smirk. He took a seat at the table, leaning back in the chair and
draping an arm over the back of the one next to him, which Hermione occupied, leaning into
him a little. “How’re things?”

“Er,” he said, running a hand through his abysmal hair. “Fine, yeah. Didn’t know you were
coming.”

“Draco should be along shortly.”

Potter’s brows climbed to his hairline, and he looked at Hermione as he sat opposite them,
lacing his finger together atop the table. “He is?”

“Yes, Harry,” Hermione said proudly.

“So, it is true.”

“Is what true, Harry?” Hermione asked, sitting a bit taller and poking her chin out a bit.
Gods, Theo loved it when she got like this. All stern and confident.

“What Ron said. I thought he was just being a prat, moody ‘cause you turned him down but.”

“Ronald was being a prat, Harry.”

“But you’re shagging both of them.”

Just then, Rosmerta and Draco re-entered the pub, the witch saying something to Draco with
a finger pointed at his chest and his head was tipped down, looking the picture of contrition.
Theo could see his lips moving, something akin to ‘yes ma’am, thank you ma’am, I’m sorry
again ma’am,’ before he tucked his hands in his pockets and ambled over to their table.

“Potter,” Draco said with a nod, resuming his poncy mask Theo knew so well.

“Malfoy.”

He predictably took the seat on the other side of Hermione and Theo imagined they looked
quite the picture, the three of them squaring off against Potter.

Rosmerta quickly brought another pint of Butterbeer for Theo, and a water for Draco, giving
him a stern expression.

Hermione sighed and mirrored Potter’s position, fingers laced together on the table and
shoulders back, as if she were about to deliver a profound answer for spell theory. “Yes,
Harry, what I told Ronald was true.”
“I can’t believe this, Hermione,” Potter exasperated, leaning back and mussing his hair again.
Theo wondered if the chaotic mess of it was natural, or just due to the habit he seemed to
have with putting his fucking fingers in it constantly. “You’re…they’re…I mean?”

“Words, Potter. I know elocution isn’t your strong suit, but you’re an Auror, man. I imagine
they must give you some remedial training on the subject,” Draco said, and Theo almost
laughed into his drink. It had been a long while since he’d heard Draco’s snark and it was
refreshing given the setting.

“Stop,” Hermione hissed under her breath, her hand disappearing beneath the table to
presumably to rest on his knee. She then rounded on Potter. “And you, before you say
anything against them or who they might have been, I’ll stop you right there. If you’re here to
pass judgement or throw insults about, we can call this meeting over.”

Potter winced at being chastised by the witch, and Theo’s cock was suddenly springing to
attention in his trousers. He was entirely amused at the whole situation; he didn’t know Potter
on a personal level but was well aware of the history between him and his witch, and between
him and Draco.

“Okay,” Potter grumbled through a clenched jaw. “Reserving commentary.” His bright green
eyes were shooting in Draco’s direction, though. “But still, two blokes? Hermione…”

“Oi!” Theo said loudly. “We’ll not be doing that either, disrespecting her in any which way.”

Potter pinched his nose between his thumb and forefinger. “So, Hermione, you’re with both
of them.”

“Yes.”

“Right. And is it…serious?”

They all exchanged a look. For Theo, it was serious enough.

“Yes,” Draco and Theo both said at the same time, a small smile passing between the two of
them.

“Look, mate,” Theo said, relaxing forward. “We care for her, truly. She’s not just a passing
shag between us.”

That seemed to placate the man, but he still fought back, poorly, a grimace. “What if you are
a passing shag between her?”

“That’s her choice,” Draco said, at the same time Hermione huffed and pointed a finger at
Potter.

“They’re not. I care for them as they do for me. We’re still seeing where things go, but this
isn’t exactly casual.”

“Two wizards, and it’s not casual? Sorry, Hermione, but I’m struggling to make it make
sense.”
Hermione rolled her eyes and stiffened her spine, the same looking crossing her features that
did when she was about to be a little swot. Theo loved that expression on her. “Just because
it’s not monogamy doesn’t mean it isn’t as valuable as a relationship between two people.
Polyamory can be just as fulfilling, if not more so, if all members of the relationship are on
the same page. I shouldn’t have to choose if I don’t want to and they’re also fine with the
decision, and that doesn’t denigrate my feelings for either of them.”

Potter really looked fucked over the entire thing, like his brain was misfiring on all synapses
and the bloke just wouldn’t stop talking.

“So what do you get out of it, then?” He gestured to Theo and Draco, “half a witch, waiting
around for your turn or… Merlin, nope, can’t think about that.”

Hermione scoffed at her friend’s crass words, but Theo quickly set him to rights.

“It’s not like that. Don’t degrade her like that, Potter. She’s not some plaything for us to use at
our pleasure, she’s already made that clear. And it’s not…we don’t…” he took a steadying
breath. “We’re all together.”

Draco choked on his water, his cheeks turning pink as Hermione made a small noise in her
throat and looked over at Theo, gripping his bicep with an encouraging touch.

Green eyes flew wide, blinking dumbly. “Oh. Oh. Right. Well. There’s nothing wrong with
that, is there?”

“No, there isn’t,” Draco affirmed, giving Theo a small, secretive smile. “But we appreciate
your discretion. If this is how Hermione’s best friend is reacting, you can only imagine how
others might. Not that we have anything to hide but…”

“I understand, that part at least,” Potter said with a grimace into his Butterbeer. The man had
grown up in the spotlight, a beacon for the Wizarding world at a barely a year old, and that
had followed him for the rest of his life. Theo felt an odd sense of sympathy towards the man
and reached forward to tap his glass with his in a gesture of friendship.

Or something like that, Theo wasn’t sure how he felt about the bloke. Before, he was as
neutral as one could be towards the savior who killed Voldemort earlier that year. But
somehow, the way he was still looking at Hermione especially with an odd expression—
confusion mixed with something else, something that wasn’t quite disgust, but it was still
markedly distasteful.

“Well,” Potter finally said after a long silence. “Ron’s going to lose his shit at Christmas.”
 // Draco
Chapter Notes

Happy birthday Theo ♥

*vague gesture to the PWP tag*

Theo’s birthday had fallen on a Saturday, and it just so happened that the Slytherins didn’t
have a Quidditch match that day. Which, Draco thought, was perfect. Because he did not
intend on flubbing Theo’s birthday like they had Hermione’s. They still owed their witch a
proper present, despite her insistent that they did not.

Her protests fell on deaf ears though, because Draco and Theo had something already in the
works for her. It wouldn’t be ready until shortly after Christmas, right before the term began
again, but he was all too excited.

For the evening, though, Theo was the man of the hour.

They’d had lunch with Blaise who had made a rare appearance from Italy to celebrate their
friend, before Draco snuck away with Hermione for a quick appointment in London. He left
his two former classmates arguing about the English Quidditch League as he waved a small
goodbye, getting a thoughtful look from Theo in the process, and slipped out of the Hog’s
Head.

After dinner, Theo said he’d love nothing more than to just relax in their common room,
enjoy a few glasses of vintage Ogden’s and see where the night took them. Given the still
somewhat tense atmosphere with two Eighth Year boys in particular, Goldstein and Corner,
the usually social wizard didn’t lean towards having a big party.

Longbottom, Thomas, and Finnegan all convinced him to share a Butterbeer with them in the
common room regardless, which Theo seemed to have a hard time turning down.

“I’m just going to head up to the rooms,” Hermione had whispered into Draco’s ear before
leaning forward to press a kiss along Theo’s jaw.

Draco grinned knowingly at the witch as she shot both boys a coy look over her shoulder and
ascended the few steps towards the private Head Students’ suite.

“How’s that going, by the way?” Longbottom had asked, jerking his chin towards the door
Hermione had just exited through. Draco had finally decided he never gave him a fair shake,
just assuming he was a gormless shit who didn’t know his arse from a cauldron bottom, but
he was alright.
Theo shrugged, picking his Butterbeer off the table. “It’s going.”

Thomas arched a brow, and it was almost reminiscent of their awkward dinner with Potter,
only with three overly protective Gryffindors staring the two of them down. “Just going?”

“Merlin help us,” he muttered to Draco. “It’s going well, Thomas. And you can save the ‘if
you hurt her’, speech. We don’t intend to.”

“Nott speaks for you both now, then?” Thomas asked Draco.

“I’ve no plans to do anything but adore the fuck out of that witch,” Draco said with the
utmost honesty. “What she’s doing with the likes of us, I have no idea. But we know she’s
much too good for us.”

“Well, as long as you know that,” Longbottom said, seemingly satisfied with their answer.
“Probably should be off then, yeah? Hermione looked awfully expectant when she went
upstairs. Hannah’s given me that look before, best not to keep her waiting.”

Draco chuckled and the two of them downed the rest of their Butterbeers. Longbottom was
right, though. Hermione was, if she had followed through with their earlier made plans,
waiting patiently for the two of them.

A present for Theo, waiting to be unwrapped.

The two of them made their way up towards the Head suite and Draco was almost giddy with
the anticipation. He hoped, based on their progress and Theo plainly outing himself in front
of Potter, he didn’t miss the mark and that this would go to plan. Hermione had reassured him
it would, in that gentle way he loved so much about her, and reminding Draco that if Theo
did get a bit nervous, it wasn’t his fault.

He wasn’t lying when he’d told Longbottom that Hermione was too bloody good for them.
They hardly deserved her. If anyone did, it was Theo, but Hermione had been chipping away
at Draco’s self-doubt. He was still a selfish bastard and would cling to her as long as she’d let
him, despite knowing she could have a far better wizard.

“I just need to grab something from my trunk,” Draco said quickly when they entered. Theo
looked around, a bit confused. He had been under the impression that they’d just be spending
a quiet night together in the common room, but there was nothing indicating even a quaint
birthday celebration. No cakes or sweets like he preferred, no Hermione waiting naked on the
sofa.

Because Draco just knew Theo had been hoping for some version of that.

“You ready, princess?” Draco asked when he slipped into Theo’s room. He grinned when he
saw her sitting on Theo’s bed, slipped out of her clothing from before and wearing a green
Quidditch jersey. She was a vision, and Draco’s cock throbbed just seeing her long, smooth
legs extended out before her, curls wild and unbound.
He could pretend, for a moment until she tuned around, that she was sporting Malfoy on her
back, but he knew better. It was for Theo.

Hermione grinned up at him, bobbing her head as she bit her lower lip. He didn’t know if she
did that on purpose, the fucking biting, but it never failed to make his blood simmer. “I’m
ready,” she said in a breathy whisper.

If she shifted just so, Draco could see a hint of what she had on underneath, and fucking
hell…she was…

“Perfect.”

“Oi, what’s taking you so long and where—ohhhh.” Theo had barreled into the room, looking
irritated before his face quickly morphed into a wicked, lascivious grin.

“Sweetheart,” he purred, moving past Draco and placing a knee on the bed. “What are
you…”

Hermione blushed and tilted her shoulders just-so, enough that Theo could see which name
was on the back of the jersey she was wearing.

“Fuck. Me. Dead,” Theo said, dragging a hand down his face. “Oh, baby, you look…” he bit
his knuckles and with his other hand, began rubbing at the obvious erection in his jeans. “So
fucking good for me.”

“I’ll be right back,” Draco whispered in Theo’s ear, coming up behind him and placing his
hands on his hips. He pressed a kiss against his neck as he locked eyes with Hermione.
“Don’t undress her until I return.”

Theo tipped his head back and leaned into Draco’s touch before chuckling darkly. “You’re
calling the shots then? Thought I was in charge here.”

“Trust me, T, I want to see your reaction to your… present.” Draco nipped Theo’s earlobe
and quickly went into Hermione’s room to change while Theo descended on top of
Hermione. Her delighted giggled could be heard from the other room as well as the start of
her light, breathy moans. A sound he hoped they’d hear several times that evening.

Draco shucked off his jeans and his jumper and pulled out the change of clothes Hermione
had suggested. At first, he balked at the idea, thinking it uncomfortable and a bit gratuitous,
but Hermione’s eyes widened and her cheeks flushed as she eyed the pieces of clothing in the
shop as if she was already imagining him in it.

Shaking his head, he pulled the leather hotpants on, and found it surprisingly comfortable.
The leather was soft and felt a bit cool on his skin, despite them being hellaciously tight. He
could imagine the look on Theo’s face as he pulled on the accompanying harness, fitted with
silver fasteners and o-rings. It could almost pass as an over-shoulder wand holster that Aurors
typically wore, but there were other implications as well.
He moved back into Theo’s room, leaning against the door frame as he watched the scene
beginning before him. Theo had one knee propped on the bed, the other on the floor, with
both hands fisted in Hermione’s hair. She lapped and sucked his cock expertly, leaning
forward with her arse in the air. Hermione was still wearing Theo’s Quidditch jumper, and
Draco watched, his own erection straining in the leather shorts, as Theo moved his hands
from her hair, down her back over the silver ‘Nott’ emblazoned there, and over the round
cheeks of her behind.

“Fucking hell,” Theo groaned as he thrust his hips forward, causing Hermione to gag and pull
back, spit coating his cock and her lips. “Shit.”

“Started without me?” Draco drawled, crossing his arms over his chest.

“I’m going to die.” His mouth hung open, slack jawed as he stared at Draco. His green eyes
moved over his face, down his bare chest, widening as they raked further down to the bulge
in Draco’s shorts. “That’s it, here lies Theodore Augustus Nott, aged nineteen.”

Hermione was beaming at Draco from her perch on the bed, now sitting on her knees. She
gave him an appreciative grin, hair mussed and lips swollen.

“Get over here, Draco,” Theo snapped, his brief moment of shock fading. Draco took his
time, knowing his obstinate behavior would rile him, and moved to greet Hermione first,
leaning over and placing a slow, searing kiss on her lips before paying Theo any attention.

When he was face to face with the man, he was tugged forward. Theo’s fingers slipped
between the leather strap across and the burning skin of his chest, so close their lips were
touching. “This for me?” He gritted out, jaw tight as his free hand dipped beneath the
waistband his shorts at his hip, teasing Draco’s sensitive flesh.

“If you want it,” Draco said with an arch of his brow, letting his teeth graze against Theo’s
full bottom lip.

Theo’s eyes fluttered shut briefly before he turned to Hermione. “Sweetheart, come be a love.
I want my birthday present.” He then looked back to Draco, slowly nodding his head towards
his feet in a clear indication that he wanted Draco on his knees for him.

Hermione joined them quickly, bouncing to her feet as she scrambled off the bed, always so
eager to please Theo. Not that Draco wasn’t, either. Theo looked down at the two of them
with utter adoration as they knelt before him, the soft carpet under their knees, and he stroked
his waiting cock.

“Suck,” he said softly, directed at Draco. It was a recreation of when Draco had in a
roundabout way came out to Theo, letting him catch him in the same position only a few
months prior. Except instead of a stranger in a dirty pub bathroom, he was in the comfort of
Theo’s room, and was utterly fucked over the man whose cock was currently tapping against
Draco’s lips.

He stuck out his tongue, letting Theo rub the head against the flat of it, groaning when
Draco’s lips closed around the tip. The taste of his salty pre-cum exploded in his mouth as he
pushed Theo’s hand away and circled his own over his thick length, teasing and slowly
sucking and licking, all while keeping his eyes on Theo’s.

Hermione whimpered next to him, and from the corner of his eye, Draco could see her
shifting from her position, trying to get friction between her thighs. Their girl loved watching
Draco give Theo attention like this. He pulled away and used his free hand to grab Hermione
by the back of the neck, bringing her lips to his for another kiss as he continued stroke in
Theo’s cock.

She kissed him fully, letting her tongue slip past his lips and into his own mouth, placing her
delicate hands on his shoulders. Draco must have lost himself in the moment, because Theo
made an impatient noise and ran his hands down the back of both of their heads. Hermione
was quick to react, tearing away from Draco and closing her lips around Theo’s cock again,
using her hand for the parts she couldn’t get into her mouth and hollowed her cheeks as she
did.

Draco leaned forward, kissing across Theo’s exposed hip bones and down, towards the base
of his cock, letting his tongue trail along the soft, hot skin and Hermione’s fingers. He
reached forward and tugged lightly on Theo’s balls, ensuring that between the two of them,
Theo was getting ample attention.

“Oh fuck,” Theo groaned, unable to take his eyes off of them as Hermione guided his cock
into Draco’s mouth. Draco and Hermione locked eyes, and she boldly cupped the back of his
neck to guide him deeper onto Theo’s length until the fat tip nudged the back of his throat.

“Bed,” Theo panted, taking a step back and gripping his cock tightly at the base. “Now.
Draco, undress our girl.”

Hermione retook her position in the center of the bed, sitting primly on her knees as Draco
crawled up behind her. He had to adjust his cock, painfully hard now, so the tip was poking
out of the waistband of his leather shorts. Draco gripped Hermione’s hips, teasing the jersey
up just enough and pulling her backwards so he could press himself against her arse.

“Ready to show Theo his present, princess?”

“Yes,” Hermione said in a breathy whisper. The tension in the room was growing with every
heated look, every simple touch, every panted breath.

Draco slowly teased up the bottom hem of the jersey, revealing what Hermione had on
underneath. She’d chosen the silver lingerie set they had gotten her for her birthday, and Theo
made an appreciative groaning noise when his jersey was discarded on the floor.

Theo climbed onto the bed next, inching closer but not quite touching, just admiring their girl
who preened under his appreciative eye.

“There’s more,” Hermione whispered and Draco took that as his cue to pull down the lacy
cups of the bra, exposing her tits to Theo.
“You…Merlin’s arse,” Theo said reverently when her new piercings were exposed to him.
That was the secret little outing he’d taken Hermione on earlier that day, to the same piercing
shop where Draco had received his own hardware. It was Hermione’s idea, and while she’d
been nervous, they turned out beautifully.

“Can I touch, sweetheart?” Theo asked, reaching a hand forward. Draco’s own hands covered
her ribs, pressing her tits upwards. From where his chin rested on her shoulder, Draco could
also see the silver barbells pierced through both nipples, with tiny amethyst gemstones on the
ends.

“Please,” Hermione nodded. Theo ran a finger between her breasts, causing gooseflesh to
erupt all over Hermione’s chest. He circled one nipple, brushing a finger along the bud.
Hermione shivered under his touch, arching her back to chase it as he did the same to the
other. Draco took the opportunity to snake his own hand down her body, slipping beneath the
lacy silk of her knickers.

“So wet for us, princess,” Draco whispered, licking the shell of her ear as Theo took one of
her tits in his mouth, teasing her with his tongue.

“What ever are we going to do with that?” Theo grinned wickedly at Draco, watching where
his hand had disappeared into Hermione’s underwear. He teased her clit with the pad of his
finger, mirroring Theo’s light touch as Hermione whimpered desperately between the two of
them.

“I have an idea,” Draco said as he licked his lips.

Theo held his gaze for a moment, and Draco sorely wished he was a better Legilimens so he
could see what was going through the man’s mind.

“Lead the way, D.”

“Lie back for me, princess, head near the foot of the bed.” Draco’s blood was simmering and
his cock was painfully hard as he helped position Hermione how he wanted her. “Theo, up
near the pillows.”

Theo readily obeyed, eyes dark with how wide his pupils were blown as Hermione lay back,
her curls fanning out around her. Draco peeled her knickers and bra off, leaving her bare and
spreading her thighs apart with his hands. Her breath hitched as he placed a kiss on her
hipbone, trailing wet kisses across her pelvis and down the tops of her thighs. Draco had
positioned her so he could kneel in the center of the bed, putting Theo right behind him.

He intentionally pressed his arse into the air, arching his back, teasing Theo with the promise
of something they’d continued to talk about, were working up to. Draco wanted Theo to fuck
him desperately.

“Teasing me, Malfoy?” Theo scoffed as he ran a palm up the back of Draco’s thigh and over
his leather-clad behind. Draco chuckled, nipping at Hermione’s inner thigh with a graze of
his teeth and spread her open with two fingers.
“It’s not a tease, Nott. It’s an invitation.”

“Fuck,” Theo hissed. Draco tried to focus on the attentions of Theo’s hands as they explored
his body, the press of Theo’s hips and his thick erection against their still clothed bottom
halves, but he was as equally distracted by the delightful sounds Hermione was making as he
ate her perfect cunt.

Draco circled her clit with the pointed tip of his tongue as two fingers slid into her. His other
hand moved upward to tease at her nipples, rolling them between his fingers and toying with
the barbells. It seemed she was extra responsive with the piercings, her pussy clenching even
tighter as he twisted gently. Thank fuck for magic, negating the need for healing time so they
could play with their new toys.

He felt the tug of Theo’s hands pulling down his shorts, the cool air against his bare skin as
he sucked Hermione’s clit into his mouth and hollowed his cheeks. Draco shifted, lifting one
knee at a time as Theo relieved him of his clothing and his cock hung heavy when released
from its confines.

“Happy birthday to me,” Theo murmured and Draco could hear the excitement in his voice.
Two hands palmed his cheeks, hesitant at first, but then growing in boldness as Theo repeated
his earlier exploration against Draco’s naked body.

Draco strummed Hermione’s clit with his thumb as his tongue licked at her entrance, tasting
her arousal and fucking her, moaning against her as he did. Hermione was begging for
release, but Draco lost his train of thought, his focus on making his girl come when he felt the
unfamiliar sensation of a tongue on his own hole. He jolted, and looked back at Theo who
was wiping his lower lip with his thumb.

Honestly, for a man to look that fucking good from over Draco’s shoulder, it was downright
criminal.

“Just because I haven’t fucked a man doesn’t mean I haven’t eaten arse before, Draco,” Theo
said as if that were obvious. Both Draco and Hermione groaned in pleasure, his words
sending a shiver of anticipation through them both. “Make her come, and I’ll reward you.”

Draco scoffed, biting back a comment about how Draco was supposed to be in charge, but
Theo always managed to end up on top, even as he spread Draco’s cheeks and rimmed his
arsehole with his tongue expertly. Hermione wriggled from her spot, pleading with Draco to
touch her again, so he went back in with renewed vigor.

What a sight they must have made, Draco on his knees while Theo licked at him and stroked
his cock and Draco’s finger buried in Hermione’s cunt while he lapped eagerly at her clit.
Hermione’s moans trailed off breathlessly, a sign she was close to falling apart. Draco added
a third finger and twisted his wrist, fucking her through her release as she came against his
mouth and face.

“Good girl,” Draco praised, but the words came out as a choked whimper when Theo tugged
on Draco’s balls lightly. He replaced his tongue with his finger, presumably having coated it
with a lubrication spell. It was slick and cold as it breeched the tight ring of muscle, Theo
slowly fucking his arse with his finger.

“So tight, shit,” Theo hissed, laying a gentle smack against Draco’s arse cheek. He quickly
massaged the pain away with his strong hands and eventually added a second finger,
stretching Draco out. It felt incredible beyond words. Feeling Theo inside him, slowly
stroking his fingers in and out, had his cock leaking and a heady desire to chase the feeling as
much as possible.

“More,” Draco pleaded. He pressed his hips backwards into Theo, fucking himself against his
fingers.

“Patience, love,” Theo whispered and Draco’s heart faltered a bit. Theo had never called him
love before, and while it was probably said in the heat of the moment, it still warmed him
from the inside out.

Hermione was watching the two of them with rapt attention, a flush coloring her cheeks,
neck, and chest, as she sat back, eyes darting from Draco’s face, contorted in pleasure, and
Theo’s ministrations from behind him.

Just as Draco thought he would come embarrassingly all over Theo’s sheets before he even
got fucked, he felt the emptiness of Theo’s fingers pulling out and the head of his cock
running up and down over his hole, spreading more lube over the both of them.

“Your arse is incredible,” Theo said reverently. “Thank you,” he whispered again, words only
meant for Draco.

Draco dropped his head into his forearms, inhaling and exhaling slowly as Theo’s cock
pressed against him. He moved in at a torturously slow pace, for which Draco was thankful.
Despite stretching him out, there was still a small bite of pain as Theo eased his cock into
him, pulling back with every small thrust.

“Relax into me, Draco.” Theo’s voice was firm, but as tender as the palm he ran down his
spine. “There you go, good boy. You’re doing so well for me, love.”

When Theo was finally seated to the hilt, he began to thrust, slowly at first, until Draco got
used to the sensation. His cock was much bigger, hitting deeper inside of him, and Draco
needed more. He demanded as much by reaching backwards to grip Theo’s him, urging him
forward.

Theo shifted them back into the pillows so he was resting his back against the headboard and
Draco was seated in his lap, the new angle of his cock sending lightning through Draco’s
veins. Fuck, he was going to come so quickly. Theo fucked him with measured strokes,
planting his feet and thrusting up into Draco, his calloused hands gripping his hips harder
than he gripped his broom.

Draco’s chest was heaving, whimpering as he took in the new incredible sensation. He was
grateful in that moment that Theo was his first. It was so raw, so intimate, to be taken that
way, and he trusted Theo to take care of him. Draco curled his fingers, beckoning Hermione
closer. She needed to be part of this moment too.

Hermione’s eyes were fixed on where Theo and Draco were joined as she crawled on her
hands and knees until she was kneeling between their thighs.

“Sit on my lap, princess,” Draco said with a languid stroke of his cock, thumbing the precum
around his head, flicking his piercings.

”Yes, sir,” Hermione said with a wicked grin.

Theo made a choked noise behind Draco and stilled his movements, allowing Hermione to
climb up. She faced Draco as she draped her legs over theirs as he notched the head of his
cock at her entrance. He met no resistance, her cunt wet and slick for him, groaning and
rocking his hips while she lowered herself down.

“Fu-ck.”

It was almost too much, as Theo’s thrusts from the bottom sent Draco into motion, Theo quite
literally fucking Draco into Hermione. The sensation of all of his erogenous zones being
attended to was nothing like Draco had ever felt. For it being Theo’s birthday, Draco felt like
he’d been given the best gift as the three of them were all hands and teeth and skin on skin.

Hermione moaned, her piercings catching the light with every bounce on Draco’s cock. She
was chanting her pleas for more, harder, telling Draco how good his cock felt inside her. He
absolutely loved it when she said such filthy things. Theo’s hands gripped Draco tighter
while he found the perfect leverage to fuck his arse with firmer thrusts. Draco grit his teeth,
focused on not coming too soon as he took one of Hermione’s nipples into his mouth, teasing
it with his tongue.

“You both—shit—” Theo grunted, biting Draco’s shoulder. “So fucking good. Mine, you’re
mine and so fucking good for me. Fuck, I need you to come. Now.”

Draco fell apart at Theo’s words, his balls drawing up tight as he groaned against Hermione’s
chest. It seemed to have a cascading effect as Hermione’s walls clenched around him as he
emptied himself inside of her and Draco could feel Theo’s cock pulsing inside of him.

Despite being so filthy and debauched, Draco found it beautifully poetic that they all ended
there together. His mind was still buzzing and the flood of endorphins through his body had
him settling on the bed with Hermione against his chest as soon as Theo pulled out of him.

He made a concerted effort to reach for his wand to help clean them up, but Theo, it seemed,
had taken to caring for both of them in that moment. A gentle washcloth against Draco’s skin
and another against Hermione’s, a few additional spells muttered, and the tug of the coverlet
beneath them. Draco was exhausted, sated, and didn’t want to be anywhere else.

Theo passed them both glasses of water before wedging himself between the two of them on
the bed, still far too small for the three of them, and pressed gentled kisses to both of their
foreheads.
“Are you alright, sweetheart?” he whispered to Hermione.

“I’m perfect, Theo,” her delighted, tired little voice reached Draco’s ears. Her hand stretched
across the expanse of Theo’s chest and searched for Draco’s, threading her fingers with his.
“Happy birthday.”

“And you?” Theo asked Draco next, giving him a squeeze with the arm that was wrapped
around his shoulders. Draco tipped his head to look at the man, his green eyes earnest and
soft.

“Never better, Theo. Thank you.”

Theo’s eyes shuttered and he smiled softly, all teeth and full lips. “No, thank you. Best
birthday ever.”

Draco laughed quietly. “A threesome would sure do that, yes.”

“That too,” Theo said pointedly, pressing a kiss against Draco’s lips. “But this, right here? All
I could ever want.”
 // Hermione
Chapter Notes

back on my bullshit.

thanks for being patient ♥ my life has literally rollercoaster-ed from one thing to the
next, and my muse was bein' a fickle wench when it came to this (and other) fics.

anyways, a two-fer for the people.

Snow had blanketed the grounds as autumn was being ushered out and winter was looming.
With that, it seemed their professors had tacked on even more work with the added
expectation that their Christmas holiday would not be one of leisure. The only small reprieve
was in Defense Against the Dark Arts. Bill, it seemed, took a page from Professor Lupin’s
book and had a large focus on practical skills versus a lot of written work.

That didn’t stop him from still assigning lengthy essays, but Hermione had never written so
much about Transfiguration theory in her life and was not overly fond of those who taught
theory over practice. Her study calendar had gotten more hectic, and Hermione wondered
how the boys were managing to keep up with their Quidditch schedules on top of things.

Reminiscent of her early years at Hogwarts, Hermione had made a color-coded schedule that
hung over their study table in the dorm. She included each of their classes, Hermione and
Theo’s rounds, and the boys’ ever changing Quidditch practices.

“It’ll be even more necessary after the holidays,” Hermione had said as she applied the
sticking charm to the schedule, explaining the mechanics to Theo and Draco. “We’re so busy
already.”

Draco looked thoughtfully at it, nodding before pressing a kiss to her cheek. “It’s perfect,
princess. Thank you.”

Hermione beamed with pride and appreciation, but Theo was scowling at the schedule still
with his arms crossed over his chest and his feet propped on the table.

“What’s wrong, Theo?” Hermione said with an eye roll.

“There’s no time for fun on this damned thing.”

Hermione gestured to the Saturday and Sunday blocks, and the bright green ones that said
Quidditch . “It’s right there. Time off on the weekends, and your Quidditch schedule is
already included.”
“No, sweetheart,” Theo drawled, lowering his feet to the ground and reaching forward to
wrap his arms around Hermione’s waist. He tugged her to sit in his lap and nuzzled her neck.
“Not that kind of fun. If you tell me I can only fuck you on the weekends, I may die.”

His lips vibrated against her neck as he spoke and Hermione shivered, wriggling in his lap.
She wasn’t sure if she was trying to get closer or pull away, but Theo’s grip held her in place.

“There’s always room for study breaks,” Hermione breathed as Theo’s mouth continued to
work against her throat and his hand cupped her breast through her shirt. “But Theo, this is
important.”

“More important than being inside my witch?” Theo thrust his hips upwards and she could
feel his hard cock pressing against the back of her thighs.

No, she instantly thought, but then remembered herself. As tempting as Theo and Draco
were, being lust-sick over them all of the time wasn’t an option.

“Yes,” Hermione affirmed, pressing against his chest. He gave a pathetic little whimper but
dropped his hands so she could stand. She smoothed her skirt and adjusted her blouse as
Theo eyed her lasciviously, palming his cock through his trousers.

“Draco, back me up. Tell our girl she should relax a bit on this study schedule for playtime
too.”

Draco came up behind her and wrapped a hand around her waist, his palm flat on her lower
belly. His other hand trailed delicately up her thigh, slipping under the hem of her skirt and
his next words were low, hot against her ear.

“I’m inclined to agree with Hermione, T.” His teeth grazed against her earlobe. “Our studies
are important, aren’t they, princess?”

His gentle touch and teasing words were a stark contrast to what he was doing, and Theo had
caught on as well, laughing darkly.

“But I’m open to…” Draco said, licking a path up her neck where Theo’s lips had just been,
“unconventional study methods. Tell me, do you remember the order of ingredients for the
Draught of Living Death?”

Hermione’s cheeks grew hot, remembering just a few days prior where Draco had eaten her
out, not letting her come until she could recite the potion’s ingredients from memory while
Theo watched. It took her far longer than she’d been willing to admit, as his tongue on her
clit and his fingers in her cunt were deliriously distracting.

When she’d succeeded though, she’d been rewarded with an orgasm that blacked her vision
before the two of them took turns fucking her into the mattress.

Hermione started panting as Draco teased his hand higher and snapped the band of her
knickers against her skin, before she remembered she’d gotten her period that morning.
“No,” Hermione said, shaking her head and stepping away. She moved across the room,
putting a safe distance between herself and the two boys who had a tendency to make her lose
her mind. Often. Repeatedly. “I can’t, anyways.”

“Can’t, or won’t?” Theo teased.

“Can’t,” Hermione said, picking up her bag. “I’ve got my monthly, so, playtime is irrelevant
for a few days.”

“Your—oh,” Theo said, realization dawning on his features. “Right.”

“For the record,” Draco drawled, “that doesn’t exactly bother me.”

“I don’t think I’d mind either,” Theo said thoughtfully. “It’s natural, sweetheart.”

“Well, that’s very kind of you both, but I mind, and with that, I’ll be back later. I’m going to
go see Ginny. Stay out of trouble.”

“No promises!” Theo said with a laugh as she exited their room. Since Theo’s birthday, since
she’d watched Theo fuck Draco, the two of them had spent more time exploring one another.
They never failed to pay ample attention to Hermione, but she truly did love watching their
own relationship grow. They hadn’t properly had sex since then, at least not with Hermione
present, but there had been the enthusiastic use of mouths and hands and rutting against each
other.

She shamelessly admitted to the both of them that watching them together was incredibly hot.
It was carnal and raw and desperate, like they truly couldn’t get enough of each other’s
bodies.

The thought had Hermione’s pulse racing as she made her way to Gryffindor tower, promptly
pushing it out of her mind until she could do something about it. She gave the Fat Lady the
password—a perk of being Head Girl meant she had all the passwords to the common rooms,
and headed straight for Ginny’s dorm.

It wasn’t like her to show up entirely unannounced, but she’d been missing her friend.
Hermione, Theo, and Draco weren’t the only ones with demanding schedules.

Hermione knocked on the door and turned the knob, poking her head in.

“Ginny?” Hermione called, seeing her friend sprawled on her bed, painting her fingernails,
and ignoring the open text in front of her.

“Hermione!” She popped up, spilling black varnish on the duvet. “Fuck!” Ginny vanished the
mess with her wand and capped the bottle, placing it on the side table.

Hermione walked into the room, taking in the familiar space. It wasn’t the same room she’d
been in, but the colors were identical with five beds lining the circular room. Despite being in
a tall tower, it was cozy and warm and not at all drafty. As much as she was enjoying her
privacy in the Head Student suite, she did miss the comforts of the Gryffindor girls’ dorm.
“Girls,” Ginny said to her roommates, “clear out, will you? We’ve got important things to
discuss.” She stood from the bed and crossed her arms over her chest, watching as the three
girls in the room left quickly, without protest.

Hermione’s mouth dropped open, forming a small circle, as Ginny waved her hand. “Being
the Chosen One’s girlfriend, and you being you, has its perks. Now, sit.”

“What’s so important that you needed to kick everyone out?” Hermione said, still a bit
stunned at how quickly Ginny commanded the room. She shouldn’t be surprised, though, that
was just the kind of confidence her fiery friend exuded.

“You tell me,” Ginny said with a waggle of her brows. “Surprised you’re not tucked away in
one of those boys’ beds right now.”

Hermione blushed, feeling a bit indignant, and settled into Ginny’s pillows. “I’m not always
with them,” she defended, crossing her arms over her chest.

Ginny rolled her eyes. “Right, aside from classes, rounds, and when they’re at practice,
you’re with them.” Hermione opened her mouth in protest, but Ginny held up a hand to stop
her. “I’m not saying it’s a bad thing, just calling it what it is. It’s fine babe, you deserve it.
When’s the last time you did something so purely self-indulgent?”

Hermione chewed on her lip and thought about it for a moment. Really, she never had. There
had always been an end goal, or some greater cause. Yes, she did plenty of things that she
enjoyed but they’d hardly been for herself. She didn’t need to defend her actions, she
reminded herself. If she chose to spend her free time with Theo and Draco, so what?

“I do miss spending time with you, though,” she added aloud. Hermione never thought she’d
be the kind of girl to drop her friends, few as they were, for a boy—or two, in her case.

“I know you do,” Ginny said with a sigh, flopping on the narrow bed with her and resting her
head on Hermione’s shoulder. “I’m glad you’re here. Now, tell me everything. Have you
taken both brooms for a ride at the same time, if you know what I mean?”

“Ugh,” Hermione rolled her eyes at Ginny’s crass words. “I know what you mean, Gin. And
no, I haven’t.”

“Ooh, not on the agenda? Shame.”

“No,” her cheeks grew hot. “It’s not not on the agenda. We just…haven’t yet. To be honest,
I’m a bit nervous. It seemed logistically impossible.”

“It’s not,” Ginny reassured, and Hermione shifted, letting Ginny fall to the pillows with a
grunt.

“Excuse me?”

“Not that I have! But, you know, girls talk.”

“Which of our friends have done that?”

Ginny gave her a wry grin. “Luna, but you didn’t hear that from me. Honestly, I’m sure she’d
tell you if you asked, but gossip isn’t polite.”

“Merlin,” Hermione breathed. She wasn’t entirely surprised, Luna was the least judgmental
person she knew, and incredibly open-minded about just about anything. “I don’t even want
to know—”

“Two blokes she met over the summer in Spain!” Ginny blurted.

“Ginevra! You just said you weren’t going to gossip!” Hermione gaped with a laugh.

Ginny shrugged. “You don’t count, telling your best friend isn’t gossiping really. That’s what
Mum says. Anyways, working up to two at a time, got it. Anything else you want to share so
I can live vicariously through you?”

“I mean,” Hermione hedged, picking up the nail polish on the side table and painting a black
strip on her thumbnail. “It’s private, Gin.”

“But good?”

Hermione smiled, her eyebrows raised. “Unbelievably good. Granted, I don’t have much
experience to go off of, but wow.”

Ginny groaned and took the polish from Hermione, setting to work on painting the rest of her
nails. “Lucky bitch. It’s been so long for me, I’ve forgotten what a good fuck is like.”

“Have you not seen Harry?” Hermione asked, trying to read her friend’s expression but her
curtain of red hair blocked her face from view.

“No,” Ginny said softly. “No, and I haven’t wanted to.”

“He did apologize,” Hermione said. It wasn’t a good apology, but they’d made it through
dinner without screaming, or anyone getting hexed.

“Hardly,” Ginny deadpanned. “He told me what he said, and honestly, it was a shit apology.
Which, whatever, that’s on him. We fought hard about it.”

Hermione felt guilty, and the two of them fell into silence as Ginny painted the nails on
Hermione’s left hand.

“I don’t want you to fight because of me, Ginny. My relationship with Harry is my own, and
my relationship with you is separate.”

“It’s not that,” Ginny said. She sounded sad, but not tearful. “It’s just…” she raised her head,
lower lip pinched between her teeth. “I’ve been in love with him for so long, I think I forgot
that we grew up a bit, you know?”

“What do you mean?”

Ginny waved her wand to dry Hermione’s nails before starting on the other hand. She
shrugged as she spoke, “I’ve loved Harry since I was ten. If you could even call that love.
Obsession, probably. And well, he was always there. I think I love the idea of him more than
him, you know? I just don’t know how compatible we are anymore.”

“Ginny…”

“No, don’t, or I’ll cry. It’s okay. Last year was…hard. We’d broken up and I always straddled
the expectation that he’d come back to me, or that he wouldn’t make it. It was exhausting.
But now, being back at school and not wondering every day if I’d finally see him or get word
that he was killed…the distance is easier.”

“You’re doing something just for you,” Hermione said. It wasn’t identical to her own
situation, but Hermione felt she understood. Ginny had been holding a spot in her heart for
Harry for so long, for more than just romantic reasons, and now that the threat was over, it
probably felt a little strange to just let go.

“I just think we need some space from each other. There’s a whole world out there, and yes,
we’ve dated other people before, but maybe we need to consider that we’re not the endgame,
you know? I want to play professionally, and he’s all in with the Auror department. It’s
complicated.”

“Complicated,” Hermione echoed. She understood that. It was why she’d been so hesitant
with Draco and Theo. “So does that mean we’re not going to the Burrow for Christmas?”

“Fucking hell,” Ginny said, capping the bottle of nail polish a final time. She dried
Hermione’s nails and failed to notice that she skipped her pinky finger. “No, I suppose not.
Think I can convince my dear brother to host us at Shell Cottage?”

Hermione grinned. “That would be nice,” she said. The coast was lovely, even if in the dead
of winter, and she didn’t really have any other options. Surely, there was no expectation she’d
spend the holidays with Theo and Draco, and as far her own parents—well, that wasn’t an
option either. The thought did give her an idea, though. Something she’d been meaning to do
and maybe Christmas was the perfect time to do it.

“I want to go to my parents’ house, though.”

Ginny froze, her expression softening. “You haven’t been back.”

Hermione shook her head, looking at her freshly painted nails. “No, I haven’t. I’ve been
afraid, to be frank. Worried that my memory charm didn’t hold, and they somehow came
back, but I wrote to them, in Australia, pretending to be a distant cousin. They’re still there. I
think I’m ready to see it.”

“We’ll do it together, then,” Ginny said, holding both Hermione’s hands in her own and
giving them a squeeze. “I won’t let you go alone.”

When Hermione returned to the common room, Theo was already doing his rounds but Draco
was seated on the sofa, a well worn and familiar paperback in his hands.
“ The Alchemist?” Hermione asked, sitting on the sofa next to him and curling her feet up
underneath her.

“Nicked it from your shelf,” Draco said, placing a scrap of parchment in the pages to mark
his place and setting the book down. “Sorry.”

Hermione laughed and shook her head. “That’s fine, Draco. Do you like it?”

Draco frowned, looking at the cover of the book thoughtfully. “Not particularly, but we’ll
see.” He slipped an arm around her shoulder and pulled her in closer, so her head rested
against his chest. “How was your afternoon, princess?”

“Good,” Hermione said, nestling closer to Draco. “It was nice to spend time with Ginny.”

Draco hummed in acknowledgement and pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “I’m glad. She
didn’t give you any grief about Potter, did she?”

“No,” Hermione shook her head. “No—they’re, well, it’s their business but she’s still just as
supportive as she was. We’re going to spend Christmas with Bill at Shell Cottage, and she
affirmed that Harry and Ron would not be invited. We all need some space.”

She felt him exhale and his chest rose and fell slowly beneath her as his arm around her
tightened. “That’s good.”

Hermione pushed up and looked at Draco, sensing something was off. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” he said, tossing her a grin and pecking her lips. “What could be wrong?”

Hermione narrowed her eyes at him, frowning. “You’re not saying something.”

Draco sighed again and ran his free hand through his hair. “It’s nothing, really, just my own
shit.”

She fidgeted with her fingers, carefully avoiding picking at her freshly painted nails before
looking up at him. “You can talk to me about things, you know. We should talk about things.
Otherwise, I’ll overthink, and we both know what a mess that can be.”

Draco rolled his eyes playfully and shifted her, so she was straddling his lap. “You’re right.
Don’t want that overactive mind of yours going too out of control,” he said, tapping the side
of her head. “I just can’t help but wonder sometimes how this is all going to play out.”

Hermione opened her mouth to speak, to remind him that they said they’d just enjoy it for the
time being, but Draco stopped her.

“I can’t just sit by and see where things go, Hermione. I can’t. I’m not wired that way. And
with this whole…mess with Astoria feels like it’s hanging over my head.”

“What do you need?” Hermione asked, lacing her fingers together around the back of his
neck, touching their foreheads together. Draco inhaled shakily and gripped her hips tighter.
“I don’t know. I want to be all in, but at the same time I think I’m holding myself back.”

“Why?” Hermione prompted, knowing that it wasn’t a simple question to answer.

“I want this marriage contract to disappear into the ether,” Draco joked, shaking his head.
“But I suppose it’s a bit more than that.”

Hermione swept her thumbs on the back of his neck, feeling the tension bleed from his
muscles as she did, waiting for Draco to continue.

“I’m contracted to be married, whether I agree with it or not, and I know it won’t be easy to
dissolve. And…I still wonder if this is right, if I’m right for this.”

Hermione’s hands stilled, dropping to the tops of her thighs. “Oh,” was all she could manage.
“I see.”

She moved to get off his lap but Draco wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close.
“Fuck, no, not like that, princess.” He held her desperately, resting his chin on her shoulder.
“I don’t mean it like that at all. The way you and Theo make me feel, it’s unmatched. I just
worry if I fit.”

“Draco Malfoy,” Hermione said firmly, pressing his shoulders back against the couch cushion
and cradling his face in her palms. “You fit.”

He exhaled, a smile ghosting his lips. “You were with Theo first, it’s easy with Theo. With
me it’s…fuck. And with him? I know he cares about me and he doesn’t hesitate, not much
anymore but…”

“Draco. Malfoy.” Hermione repeated. “You. Fit. You belong here, with me. With us. It was
easier with Theo, I’ll admit that. But I’m so fortunate to have this chance with you now,
because if we can move beyond our pasts, can we not handle anything in our future?”

“Sometimes I don’t think I’ve earned it,” he admitted softly, “my future. Our future.
Sometimes I feel like it hasn’t been enough.”

Hermione wanted to scream at him for his insecurities, but she wanted to comfort him more.
He was still struggling with the choices he’d made and the things he had to do, that much was
obvious. Draco’s mask was flimsy at best sometimes, but it was still there.

She pressed her lips against his, pouring all of her surety and confidence into it as her tongue
teased against his mouth, begging to be let in.

“Draco,” she sighed into his mouth as his fingers gripped her tightly. “You belong here.”

“Say it again,” he pleaded.

“You belong here. With me. With us.”

“With you,” he repeated, kissing her hungrily. “Both of you.”

I love you, the words danced on the tip of her tongue because even though it had only been a
few months, she felt them to be true. Maybe she hadn’t the faintest idea what love was
supposed to look like, but she could identify the feeling in her chest as easily as her own
name.

“I belong here,” Draco reaffirmed, lowering Hermione to the sofa, the unspoken words lost in
sighs and moans as she told Draco how she felt with her actions instead.

“You belong here.”

 // Theo
Chapter Notes

here is some....smut. and a smattering of big feelings.

love you guys.

“Oh, fuck,” Draco groaned, threading his hands through Theo’s hair. He tugged on the
strands, making Theo’s scalp sting, but that only spurred him on. “Shit, Theo, your mouth.”

Theo grinned, looking up at where Draco was resting against the pillows on Hermione’s bed.
He was nestled between his thighs, pushing them apart with his hands as he tried to swallow
down as much of Draco’s cock as he could take. The pierced tip nudged the back of his throat
and Draco bucked his hips, causing Theo to gag.

He pulled off of him, feeling slightly embarrassed—but Draco only groaned as his eyes
traced the sticky spit from Theo’s lips to the head of his red, swollen cock.

“Trying to swallow me down, Nott?” Draco smirked, but the words came out breathlessly.
His hair was disheveled, mouth slack, and cheeks pink.

“That’s the idea,” Theo grinned, flattening his tongue along the underside of Draco’s cock,
slowly dragging it from base to tip where he swirled it around his piercings.

Beside Draco, Hermione made a tiny whimpering sound, and Theo locked his eyes on hers as
he sucked the tip of Draco’s cock into his mouth.

“Think our girl is feeling left out,” Draco commented, reaching an arm out to grip her breast,
his thumb brushing across her nipple.

“A bit,” Hermione keened as her fingers made slow circles around her clit. “But I can’t stop
watching…” she inhaled sharply as Draco leaned over her and began kissing at her neck.
“Take him in your mouth again, Theo.”

He did so eagerly, bobbing his head up and down Draco’s thick length, working his fist
around him where his mouth didn’t cover. Theo’s eyes were closed as he concentrated on
sucking Draco off, rutting his own erection into the duvet to relieve the aching pressure, but
he could hear the slick sounds of what he imagined to be Draco’s fingers buried in
Hermione’s delicious cunt.

“Draco,” Hermione whined as Draco let out the faintest little moans. “Oh gods, I’m close.”
“Shit,” Draco hissed and his hand flew to Theo’s jaw, cupping his delicately as he pulled him
from his dick. “Theo, finish her off.”

Theo turned his head and sucked Draco’s fingers into his mouth, getting a sample of what
was waiting for him between Hermione’s thighs. Draco ran his digits along Theo’s jaw before
sitting up and wrapping his fist around his cock, giving it a few hard strokes.

Hermione parted her legs wider and grinned at Theo as he started placing chaste kisses from
the inside of her knee, a spot he learned that always made her squirm, up her soft thighs,
before reaching her glistening cunt.

“So fucking pretty,” he said, spreading her apart with his thumbs. “Do you want my tongue or
my fingers inside this perfect little pussy?” Theo asked, letting his teeth graze her hip bone.

“Fingers,” Hermione said firmly. “With your mouth on my clit.”

Theo arched a brow, waiting for her to finish that request, but fuck if her confidence in saying
what she wanted didn’t have him ready to eat her cunt til she scream had his own need
coursing through his blood like fiendfyre.

“Please,” his witch whined. “Make me come on your tongue.”

“Good fucking girl,” Theo praised, using his thumbs to spread her open for him as his tongue
made contact with her sweet, slick center.

Hermione’s moans encouraged him, placing one hand firmly on her belly to hold her in place
as he slid two, then three, fingers into her cunt, twisting his wrist as he went.

“Yes, oh shit, Theo!”

He watched through hooded eyes as she craned her neck, the muscles in her jaw tight as her
fingers began to tug and twist her pierced nipples. Fuck, he’d never grow tired of seeing that.

Theo was so lost to Hermione’s ministrations on her tits and his own attention on her cunt
that he momentarily forgot that Draco was there with them. That was, until Draco grazed his
knuckles against Theo’s arse, the cool metal of his rings shocking against his heated flesh.

“Keep going, Theo. You look so good down there,” Draco said, his large body crowding
against Theo’s as his breath ghosted along his spine. Two firm hands gripped his arse cheeks,
spreading him wider and Theo nudged his knees apart and arched his back. He buried himself
further into Hermione’s perfect cunt while presenting himself for Draco.

Theo was desperate for Draco to touch him, to fuck him. When his hands were exploring
Theo’s body, teasing the sensitive skin of his arse, the backs of his thighs, the space right
behind his balls—there was no room for trepidation or panic. Only needy, heady desire to be
fucked.

“May I?” Draco asked, ever the proper gentleman, as his finger circled Theo’s hole. The
delicate touch made his cock pulse and if Theo weren’t already on his elbows, he would have
collapsed from the sheer anticipation.
He sucked Hermione’s clit into his mouth, flicking his tongue rapidly against the nub as he
curled his fingers inside her at the same pace, leaving Draco without a response.

Smack.

Theo groaned as Draco massaged the skin and Hermione gasped as the vibration rumbled
against her cunt.

“Fuck my arse, Draco,” Theo panted, removing his mouth just enough to toss the words over
his shoulder. He grinned up at Hermione, seeing his girl wild-eyed with pleasure and he
wished for a moment he could see what she saw.

Her fingers worked deftly over her nipples as her mouth hung slack and her eyes moved from
Theo, who was circling her clit with lazy movements and his fingers pumped slowing inside
of her, and Draco, who was running his hands up and down Theo’s spine and muttering quiet
words of praise and adoration.

“Breathe for me, baby,” Draco said quietly, the low rumble of his voice soothing Theo as a
well lubricated finger pressed against his arse. “Fuck, Theo. Youre so fucking tight.”

Theo’s thighs trembled as Draco eased into him, moving so intentionally slow. He wasn’t
deep, but the sensation was new and it was earth-shattering .

“Fuck,” Theo hissed against Hermione’s thigh, biting down into the flesh.

“Focus on our girl,” Draco purred, stroking his hand on the outside of Theo’s leg as his finger
worked in and his lips pressed along his spine. “I’ll take care of you, you take care of her.”

Hermione’s wanton moans were all Theo needed to fixate on, burying his face in her cunt as
his lips closed around her clit and he sucked, making her groan and thread her hands through
his hair. He worked his fingers in, curling them along her front wall while applying pressure
with his other hand, relishing in the feeling of her tight pussy clenching around him.

“The…o…” she gasped, bucking her hips upward, grinding hard against his mouth. “Fuck,
Theo. I’m gonna…”

“Come for me, sweetheart,” Theo panted just as Draco slid all the way in, his knuckles
brushing his arse cheeks. He did something with his finger that made Theo yelp at the same
time Draco reached around and gripped Theo’s cock firmly.

“Fuck, Theo, you should see how good you take me,” Draco groaned.

It was all a tangle of cunt and cock and fingers and mouths as Draco rutted himself against
Theo’s arse, his thick shaft pressed between the two of them. His fingers did sinful things
inside of Theo while his hand held Theo’s cock tightly at the base, slowly working up
towards the tip and squeezing . Hermione’s cunt spasmed around Theo’s fingers and he could
practically feel her pulse through her clit where he was assaulting it with his tongue.

Hermione screamed as she came, pressing her hips upward and pulling Theo’s face down,
eyes pinched shut as she did. He didn’t relent until she cupped him under the chin and pushed
his face away, slowly shaking her head and muttering to herself.

“Too much,” she whispered, throwing an arm over her eyes.

Theo found his release not long after when Draco pulled him up, wrapping one hand firmly
around his throat and slipping his finger out of his arse to reach around and stroke his cock.
He was a mess, truly, as Draco’s low voice rumbled in his ears and his lips trailed along his
shoulder. The handle on his throat was something he didn’t realize how much he liked but
when Draco flexed his fingers, Theo saw fucking stars.

“Fuck, Theo, need you to come,” Draco grunted as his own hips worked harder against Theo,
his cock slotting between his cheeks.

Hermione watched with unveiled interest, shimmying up the bed to rest against the
headboard as her eyes darted across their bodies. Theo kept his gaze trained on her as he
came, groaning with each pulse of his cock and spilling all over the sheets. Draco followed
not long after, painting Theo’s arse and back with his cum.

“Damn it, Theo, shit.” Draco bit Theo’s shoulder, reduced to an incoherent mess as his hand
stilled on Theo’s spent dick. “Shit, I lo—” he stopped before releasing a heavy breath.

But they all heard it, judging by Hermione’s stifled squeak.

Was Draco just about to tell Theo he loved him?

“We should get ready,” Theo blurted out, needing to remove himself from the situation. The
afterglow of their shared orgasm was fading fast, the air being sucked out of the room with
Draco’s almost confession. “Shower, sweetheart, you’ve got to be at Weasley’s floo soon and
we’ve got a train to catch.”

Theo swatted Hermione on the bum and hopped off the bed, making a hasty retreat to his
own room without even cleaning Draco’s cum off his back first.

The rush to get ready for Christmas break was tense. Their trunks were all packed, but Theo
didn’t stop moving until they were heading out of the door to walk Hermione to Weasley’s
floo—she was spending the holidays with their professor and his wife along with Ginevra.
He could feel Draco’s eyes on him, but Theo lacked the courage to look, afraid of what he
might see.

“Owl me?” Hermione asked when they reached their Defense professor’s private quarters.
The door was slightly ajar and Theo could hear Professor Weasley and Ginevra inside
chatting. He peered through the crack in the door, not necessarily wanting an audience for
their goodbye, before he rested a forearm on the wall above her head and brushed his nose
against hers.

“Of course.” Theo pressed a lingering kiss to her lips, pulling away before Hermione could
deepen in. He tugged her pouty lip down with his thumb and kissed her again. “I’ll miss
you.”
“I’ll miss you,” Hermione exhaled. She looked over behind Theo at Draco, needing to say
goodbye to him next.

It was awkward the way Theo shuffled out of the way to let Draco in, but he allowed himself
a moment to watch his friend, his…boyfriend? Fuck, he wasn’t sure, say goodbye to their
girl.

“You sure you don’t want to come to the manor?” Draco murmured, covering Hermione’s
body with his larger one. She looped her arms around his waist, toying with the hem of
Draco’s black jumper.

“It’s not that I don’t.”

Theo stared at Draco’s pert arse, one he’d been buried in, and the way his hips narrowed from
his broad shoulders. His long legs, the slightly shaggy way his hair had started to fall, leaving
the smallest hint of curl at the base of his neck.

“I get it,” Draco sighed, dipping his head down, causing the knit fabric of his jumper to
stretch across his upper body.

Draco was hot, devilishly so. And he was Theo’s best friend, his person. Of course he loved
him, but was he in love with him? Theo wasn’t even sure what that looked like.

“Happy Christmas, princess.”

The two of them walked through the quiet corridors, needing to make it to the carriages
before the last one had left. Their trunks would already be on the train—thank you, Hogwarts
elves—so it was just the matter of not being late.

“Listen,” Draco started, running a hand through his hair. “About—”

“We’re fine,” Theo said quickly. He looked over his shoulder and grinned at Draco in what he
hoped was a reassuring way. “It was good, really fucking good.”

Take the out, Draco…

“Yeah,” Draco huffed a laugh, his long legs catching up with Theo. “Good.”

They made it into the last carriage, all while Theo feigned ignorance toward what was clearly
eating at Draco, whose expression was alternating between drawn in frustration, and a bit of a
despondent, longing look. This lasted until they reached Hogsmeade station; the two of them
shuffling out of the thestral drawn carriage and onto the train.

Finding a compartment was surprisingly difficult as it was apparent that after the war, most
students would want to return home for the holidays. Hogwarts was safe, their world was
currently safe, but there was still a level of comfort to be derived from being with family.

Not that Theo had such sentiments, but being with Draco and Narcissa was the closest he
could get. Without Draco, he might not have even returned to Hogwarts and with Hermione
spending her break with the Weasleys, there was little purpose for him to stay behind.
“Nott,” Draco said tersely when they were settled in their compartment. He gave him a hard
look as he flicked his wand towards the door, silencing the compartment and unfurling the
shutter. “What’s going on?”

“Hmm, nothing?” Theo said with a shrug, gazing out the window as the train began creeping
out of the station.

“You’re a shit liar,” Draco said with a derisive laugh. “T, let’s talk about it.”

“I’d rather not, actually. I heard you, we both heard you. I know what you were going to say,
Draco.”

Draco opened his mouth to speak, and Theo envied how unguarded he was with his
emotions, having no sense of shame or a hint of regret on his face.

“I’m not mad about it,” Theo said quickly, stopping him. He was on the verge of rambling,
not even sure what he was going to say. “I know you care for me, Draco. Beyond the
physical. And I care for you too. But I—”

“You’re not ready to hear it,” Draco said. It was perfunctory, matter-of-fact. “I understand.
That’s what I wanted to tell you, I wanted to apologize. It doesn’t change how I feel about
you, nor do I want it to change things between us.”

“Don’t ever apologize for your feelings,” Theo said with a heavy exhale. “Don’t do that. But
you’re right, I’m not ready to hear it, I think. Being loved, being cared for, is still a bit
strange.” His throat grew tight. “I care about you, Draco.”

Draco gave him a small smile, his eyes fluttering closed, and Theo knew in that moment they
would be okay.

They lapsed into easy conversation after that, the awkward tension long forgotten as Draco
pulled out a deck of cards and they played several rounds of Exploding Snap. When the
trolley witch came by with sweets and snacks, they bought the lot like they were eager first
years with their pocket money begging to be spent.

“Do you love Hermione?” Theo finally asked, the question that had been wiggling around in
his mind since he watched Draco say his goodbyes to her. Draco threw a card down on the
pile, but he was a bit too slow, causing the cards to explode and giving Theo another win.

“Bit different with her,” Draco said slowly, running a hand over his jaw. “But yeah, I reckon I
do.”

“You reckon?” Theo teased, setting the cards aside and pulling his knee up to rest on the seat.
He leaned against the window, draping an arm along the back of the seat so he could trace his
finger along the side of Draco’s neck. There was an insatiable need to just be near him.

Draco turned his head and tried to nip at Theo’s finger, who quickly pulled it away only to
trail down his arm and lace their fingers together. “You’re not one to talk,” Draco teased,
bringing their joined hands to his mouth and kissing the back of Theo’s.
“My feelings for her and my feelings for you came about at different times, in varying
degrees. She was always there, in the back of my mind, but nothing I ever entertained. For
several reasons. But something shifted, and it just felt right. Like she was always meant to be
a part of me.”

“And with me?” Theo asked, moving forward so his knee brushed the outside of Draco’s
thigh.

“You’re in my fucking marrow, Theo. You’ve always been a fixture in my life. When I
realized I liked men, it was you that made me realize it,” Draco drawled, leaning in as well
and dropping a hand on Theo’s inner thigh. “But it’s much more than how bloody fit you are,
how good you make me feel…” he exhaled shakily and grinned up at Theo.

That was love, Theo realized. The way Draco’s voice softened, using words like she was
always meant to be a part of me and you’re in my fucking marrow. An inescapable need to
just have as much of another person as possible. There was more to it, he imagined, but he
could understand the feeling clearly.

It was like a tug in his chest whenever he saw either one of them. Hermione was all softness
and bossy words, but calming and tender. The way a Saturday morning in bed felt, when
there was nothing pressing to do.

Draco was safety, comfort. He was hard, and could be volatile, but it was just his passion
towards those he cared about. He was like flying, the summer breeze in his hair and the
exhilarating feeling of speeding through the air.

“I get it,” Theo said, but his words were soft. He closed the final bit of distance between him
and Draco and pressed a tender, lingering kiss under his jaw. “I understand.”

Draco’s sigh sounded like relief. His hand cupped the back of Theo’s neck as he rolled his
head to the side, allowing Theo greater access to nip at the skin. Theo could drown himself in
Draco’s scent, in the way his stubble scratched at his own face. The feeling of his calloused
fingers kneading the base of his skull and tugged lightly on his hair, the way he groaned low
in his throat when Theo’s thumb gently caressed Draco’s muscled abdomen, from his navel to
the waistband of his trousers.

“Theo,” Draco growled in warning, placing a hand on his wrist. “Not here.”

Theo scoffed, “I’m Head Boy, I can do what I want. If I want to touch my man in a train
compartment, I’ll bloody well do so.”

“Your man?” Draco asked, arching a brow. “Is that so?”

Theo shrugged. “Thought I might try it out. It’s stupid.”

Draco’s cheeks pinked and he ran a hand through his hair. “No, I think I like it.” He stood and
leaned over Theo, resting his hands on his thighs. “I think I liked being claimed by you,
Nott.”
Their lips met in another searing kiss, Draco’s tongue demanding entrance, doing the
claiming that time.

“Then let me claim your pretty mouth, Malfoy.” He leaned back and widened his legs as
Draco settled between them, casting an additional locking spell on the door. “There’s a good
boy,” Theo said as Draco’s hands unbuttoned his jeans.

He came with a shout, thankful for the silencing spells, with his cock buried so far down
Draco’s throat he could feel every single swallow, just as the train was rolling into Kings
Cross Station. Theo watched awestruck as Draco dragged a thumb under his lower lip,
collecting a bit of Theo’s release and sucking the digit into his mouth, licking it clean.

“Hurry up, then,” he said with a wicked grin. “Let’s get going so you can help me take care
of this,” Draco said, palming his thick erection in his trousers before adjusting it so it wasn’t
so obvious.

Despite being of-age, Draco was still limited on what magic he was able to do outside of
school as part of his compulsory attendance, so they were meeting Narcissa who would take
Draco in side-along Apparation back to the manor. Theo wasn’t as confident in his side-along
abilities, so it made the most sense.

They stepped off the train and gathered their trunks as Draco craned his head to look for his
mother. Being taller than the majority of both the students and the parents had its advantage
as they spotted her quickly. Narcissa’s face lit up with happiness as she saw the two of them,
first pulling Draco into a tender hug and kissing his cheek, before turning on Theo.

“Theodore,” she said fondly, gripping his shoulders. “I’m so glad you’re staying with us.”

“Thank you for having me, Mrs. Malfoy.”

“Narcissa,” she chided, pointing a finger in his face. “And we wouldn’t have it any other way.
Now, we should be…” Narcissa trailed off as her eyes looked over the two boys. They went
from observational to curious, to confused as her brows flew to her hairline.

Her perusal slowed at Draco’s hair which was mussed from where Theo had pulled and
gripped the blond strains. Then, it followed to Draco’s neck, where a bruise was blooming
just barely visible along the collar of his jumper, then on Draco’s swollen lips.

Narcissa gave Theo a knowing look, and his grimace and shrug didn’t help as the two of
them stood there awkwardly, watching her piece it together.

“I see,” Narcissa said. “We’ll need to work on your glamour spells. Come along, you two, tea
is waiting for us.”

“Did she seem mad?” Theo whisper-hissed as Narcissa turned on her heel sharply.

“No,” Draco said with a shake of his head. “Well, possibly irritated that you’ve left a love
bite where anyone could see it.” He knocked into Theo’s shoulder as they followed Narcissa
with their trunks.
“I’m not sorry,” Theo said with a laugh. “Let’s go then, I’m starving.”
 // Draco
Chapter Notes

i wrote most of this with a 100.2F fever, and edited it while maxed out on cold meds.

godspeed 🤘
(also if MM ain't your thing with no F in sight, skip after the "--")

See the end of the chapter for more notes

The first days home for the holidays were lazy and familiar. The elves at the manor squeaked
with delight and bustled around Draco and Theo, eagerly waiting to be of service to them.
Ordinarily, Draco would have no compunction against telling them to bring his trunk to his
room, put on a kettle of tea, and prepare lunch. But then Hermione had gotten into his damn
head about it.

“They’re highly intelligent, Draco. And deserve to be treated with respect.”

He didn’t disagree with her on that matter, but it was when she tumbled into a diatribe about
freeing all of the elves that Draco had to remind her—they liked being of service. Just like
she liked being bossed around in the bedroom; although she did not appreciate the
comparison.

Draco had informed her that the elves at Malfoy Manor were free, and denying them their
greatest joy of doting upon spoiled, rich wizards and witches would be cruel. Hermione
muttered something under her breath about an elf called Winky and the subject was dropped.

Still, when their head elf, Fitz, stared at Draco with his yellow-green eyes, he felt a sour
feeling in his gut.

“Is the young Master needing anything?”

Draco sighed. “Just—just tea, please, Fitz. And thank you.”

He stifled the bit of guilt he felt when Fitz looked like he might cry at Draco’s overt
gratitude. He and Theo were lounging in one of the many sitting rooms in the manor while
Theo tossed a miniature quaffle in the air.

“Think your mum will notice if we dip into your father’s liquor cabinet?”

Draco turned the page on the book he was reading. “She tossed it all out,” he mumbled as
Theo gasped dramatically. “You know Mother only drinks wine.”
“Right,” Theo sighed. He was silent for a moment longer before he pushed off from where he
was laying on the floor and stood in front of Draco. “I’m bored.”

Draco looked up from his book and arched a brow at Theo, prepared to tell him to go find
literally anything to entertain himself with, seeing as there was a massive manor with a fully
stocked library, a climate controlled Quidditch pitch outside, and enough portraits to harass
which was a favored pastime of Theo’s—but then he saw the small smirk playing on his full
lips and the cocky way he stood in front of Draco with his arms crossed.

The book in Draco’s hands was set aside and he shifted forward from where he sat on the
sofa, able to brush his hands down the sides of Theo’s thighs if he wanted to. It also put him
in a great position for other things, but Draco remembered himself—or rather, their less than
private location in the manor.

“What did you have in mind?” Draco said in a low voice. “Shall we move to a more—”

“Draco?” his mother’s voice called. “Oh, forgive me, I…goodness.”

Theo took a large step backward and faced Draco’s mother. “Nothing to forgive,” he said
easily, pretending as if he wasn’t just about to proposition Narcissa’s son. “I was just
suggesting to Draco here we go out flying.”

Draco watched his mother as she smoothed her hair, cheeks slightly tinged pink, and folded
her hands in front of her. “Of course, Theodore. That sounds lovely.” She gave him a
practiced smile and then looked towards Draco. “Might I have a word with you first, dear? I
do have something I’d like to discuss with you.”

He nodded and pushed off of the sofa. “Of course, Mother.” Draco moved towards the door
and gestured for his mother to lead the way before tossing over his shoulder to Theo, “I’ll
meet you on the pitch in a bit.”

“Have fun,” Theo sing-songed.

It appeared his mother was leading him towards Lucius’s study, one floor up and half a wing
away from the sitting room. Draco shuddered as she ran the tip of her wand along the double-
doors, causing the protective wards to pulse as she entered. He hadn’t been inside this study
since there was another occupant in their home.

In fact, the last time Draco set foot in this room, all dressed in black wood and deep green
furnishings, he saw his father piss-drunk on the Persian rug, weeping into his palms.

Narcissa flicked her wand towards one of the windows, bathing the room in as much light as
could be mustered in the late-afternoon in December. She settled herself in the office chair,
looking both diminutive and powerful in Lucius’s former seat. A stack of parchments sat on
the black blotter with his mother’s favored eagle quill poised next to a bottle of ink.

“I took the liberty of asking Fitz to bring your tea here, I hope that’s alright,” Narcissa said,
using her wand to bring the tea service to the desk. She passed him a cup and took her own,
smiling at him as she sipped.
“That’s fine, Mother. What’s going on?” Draco’s eyes were glued to the parchment on the
desk.

Narcissa sighed and picked up the offending packet of parchment, shuffling the papers. “I’ve
been working out your marriage contract.”

His mother’s somewhat dejected sounding words did not instill any comfort in him. “Ah.”

“There is only one way out of it, unless both parties wish to dissolve mutually. In that case,
we would still be required to pay the Greengrass family the sum of Astoria’s dowery, plus
interest.”

“Are we having financial troubles?” Draco asked, a bit alarmed.

“No, no,” Narcissa reassured him. “No, our vaults are flush, even with the ongoing reparation
payments. However, we are at an impasse with the mutual agreement of dissolution. I’ve
been petitioning on your behalf, but the Greengrasses will not budge.”

“Why would Astoria want to marry me anyway?” Draco said a bit derisively. He wasn’t
being intentionally self-deprecating, but he could not fathom why Astoria, or her family for
that matter, was so keen on the match. The Malfoy name had been tarnished—let alone the
fact that Draco had made it clear he was not interested in the girl.

Narcissa softened. “Oh, Draco. I cannot say for certain, but it appears the girl is simply
besotted with you.”

Draco snorted. “Besotted with my vault balance, I’m sure. Why take a payout when she could
have financial security through matrimony?”

“Don’t be crass,” she chided. “The only other way to void the contract would be for you to
marry, before the stipulated time on when the contract can be called.” She slid the third page
of the contract over to him and tapped an elegant finger on a particular clause.

“This states you and Miss Greengrass would need to wed within three months of finishing
your schooling. Therefore, if you do not mutually agree to forgo the marriage, you’d need to
be married…before then.”

Draco’s head immediately began swimming. He felt his chest constrict and he gulped his tea
far too quickly to stave off the immediate dryness in his mouth. All that did, however, was
make him sputter and choke as the hot liquid burned his throat.

“Drink,” his mother said, turning her own teacup into a water glass and replacing the liquid
within. “Forgive my forwardness, but you had mentioned there might have been someone
else. In my ignorance, I’d assumed there was a witch who was giving you pause and I had
hoped—possibly a bit too loftily—that perhaps you had found love, a partner, and that this
solution wouldn’t be too far fetched.”

He pressed his fingers against his temples. There was a witch, whom he did love. Not that
he’d told her that, so the idea of marriage, while exciting, was so far off the table, it wasn’t in
the same room. He didn’t even know if Hermione felt that way about him.

And then there was Theo.

“I realized my mistake on the train platform,” Narcissa said softly. “There is someone else.
But unfortunately, marriage isn’t an option, is it?”

“No,” Draco said. It wasn’t a lie. He couldn’t marry Hermione, not out of duty or obligation
nor would he guilt her into thinking a marriage would keep him from Astoria. And legally, he
couldn’t marry Theo, as if that cauldron of feelings wasn’t already complicated enough.

“It is a pity that our laws are so antiquated that you could not marry whom you wished—if
that person happened to be a wizard.”

Draco did appreciate his mother’s attempt to tiptoe around the erumpent in the room.

“But, that is not to say, you could still have both. I assure you, Draco, I find no fault with
your feelings, surprising as they were. Your father, for instance, had some curiosities before
—”

“For the love of Merlin, do not finish that sentence,” Draco snapped. “And if you are
suggesting I go through with this marriage and keep Theo on the side, that will not be
happening either. He does not deserve to be hidden away like some secret, and regardless of
who my future wife is, fidelity will be an important part of our marriage.”

Narcissa looked at him for a moment, a small smile on her lips and pride in her eyes. “You
love him.”

It was a statement, not a question.

“I do.”

His mother looked as if she might cry. “Love is a special thing, Draco. I am saddened that
there isn’t a better solution to this, other than convincing Miss Greengrass to have her father
dissolve the contract. And here I was thinking there was a witch—”

“There is,” Draco blurted, unable to help himself. “There’s…a witch, too.” He’d already
come out about Theo, and if he was going to be so forthcoming and bold, he owed Hermione
the same courtesy. Neither of them deserved to be secrets.

Narcissa arched a brow, her mouth drawing in a tight line. “What about monogamy?”

“Fidelity,” Draco corrected, “not monogamy. The three of us are involved, and it is exclusive
within the confines of our relationship.”

“I see,” she said with a sharp exhale. “Well, again, that isn’t so uncommon that I’d never
heard of such a thing. However, I am a bit surprised. So, if there is a witch, then…” she
trailed off, looking at the contract and back at Draco.
“It’s too soon. I haven’t…that’s quite a bit to bring to the table. We only began seeing each
other at the start of term.”

“Who is she?”

Draco paused, his pulse thundering. Merlin, he’d often wondered what it would be like to tell
his mother about Hermione. Not that she was unaware of the Golden Girl, but it was
different.

“Hermione Granger.”

There were a lot of things he expected from his mother’s reaction. Shock, absolutely.
Outrage, possibly. Concern, questions, disbelief, all possibilities. If Narcissa was strongly
affected by learning that Draco was involved with Hermione, her practiced elegance, even in
front of her son, hid it. Her eyes did widen however, pale brows climbing her forehead as she
blinked at him.

“And you love her,” Narcissa said, a bit slower, the idea likely being a bit more jarring than
Draco being in love with a wizard.

“Very much so.”

“She doesn’t know it?”

He nodded. “I’ve not yet told her, no. Surely you can understand why this entire situation is
far more complicated now?”

Narcissa pursed her lips and folded her hands on top of the desk. “Yes, I imagine so. Well, if
this is truly what you want,” she paused, searching Draco’s face, “then I am happy to resume
negotiations on this.” She waved a hand over the contract on the desk.

Draco ran a hand over his jaw. “Let me,” he said finally, picking up the contract and folding it
into thirds. The thick packet of parchment was heavy in his hand. He thought, perhaps, he
could convince Astoria that he was not the man for her, to drop this altogether. There was a
warm feeling in his chest, now that his relationship was disclosed to his mother, and she’d not
appeared to be upset by any stretch.

It made him feel confident, secure. And while he appreciated Narcissa’s tenacity and support,
he felt that this was something he’d need to deal with on his own. Especially considering the
ripple-effect, regardless of the outcome, would be his own to contend with.

“Are you happy, Draco?” she asked him as he moved to leave the study. “With Theo. And
Miss Granger. Are you happy?”

“Immeasurably so, Mother.” He smiled at her, unable to help himself.

“Then, I am happy, darling. And, if Miss Granger is amendable,” she said with a hint of
hopefulness in her voice, “I’d like to have tea. Properly. I’m afraid you’re not the only one
with complexities when it comes to her.”
“I’ll ask,” Draco said with a final nod. “Thank you, Mother.”

“Well?” Theo asked when Draco finally made it back to his room. He was, per Theo’s tossed
out suggestion that they go flying, planning on changing and meeting him out on the pitch.
Instead, he was greeted with Theo sprawled out on Draco’s bed wearing nothing but athletic
shorts and a snug white t-shirt, hands behind his head and feet crossed at the ankle.

Draco slipped off his shoes and peeled his jumper off over his head before sitting on the bed.
He turned to face Theo who had propped himself up on an elbow. “She knows, fully, about
us.”

“Us?” Theo repeated.

“All three of us.” Draco lowered himself to the bed, mirroring Theo’s position. He reached
out to thread his fingers between Theo’s. “She wanted to talk about the contract, and I told
her everything.”

That I loved both you and Hermione, Draco wanted to say, but he’d not yet revisited the
conversation with Theo that he was in love with him. It was the unspoken thing between
them, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. In fact, since they’d returned to the manor for break, Theo
had not even pretended to stay in a guest room, making himself comfortable in Draco’s bed.

They spent their nights curled around each other, kissing and touching and making each
other’s eyes roll back in pleasure with hands and mouths, Theo whispering words of
tenderness in Draco’s ear every night.

He loved Draco, he just wasn’t ready for it yet.

“And?” Theo asked, shifting closer so he could run a hand through Draco’s hair.

“And what?” Draco teased as his eyes fluttered shut under Theo’s touch. “I spoke my truth.
She took it well, but I wouldn’t give a fuck if she didn’t.”

Theo laughed and began pressing kisses under Draco’s jaw, letting his teeth graze along the
soft skin. “So brave, you are.” The hand on his hip slipped under Draco’s undershirt and
Theo’s calloused thumb brushed against his skin, causing Draco to shiver. “You claimed me
then?”

Draco groaned as Theo’s mouth began working harder against his throat, biting and sucking
the same spot he’d left a love bite on just a few days prior. His hips canted forward
instinctively, his cock growing hard and pressing against the front of his trousers.

“Yes,” he whispered as Theo’s touch grew firmer, harder, more desperate. “You’re mine,
Theo.”

“Make me yours then,” Theo muttered against his neck and he licked slowly from the collar
of his shirt, ending just below his ear.
“What?” Draco pulled back, looking at Theo in disbelief.

Theo’s green eyes were heavy with lust coupled with a surety, a firmness. “I want,” he said
slowly, leaning in to kiss the corner of Draco’s mouth, “you.”

Their lips met in a slow but firm clash, Theo’s tongue pressing against the seam of Draco’s
lips almost immediately, demanding entry. He rolled him onto his back, bracing one arm on
the side of Draco’s head, the other hand tilting his jaw up to delve deeper into his mouth.

Theo took control of the kiss, like he usually did, which was a stark contrast from what Draco
thought Theo was asking of him.

“Wait,” Draco breathed as Theo pressed his pelvis against Draco’s, letting him feel his thick,
hard erection. “T, wait.”

“What’s wrong?” Theo frowned, stilling his movements. The hand that cupped Draco under
his jaw softened, his fingertips caressing his face lovingly.

“I need you to say it,” Draco said a bit breathlessly. “Tell me, Theo. What you’re asking for.”

Theo grinned, his tongue peeking out to wet his lower lip as he resumed the slow roll of his
hips against Draco’s in a torturously delicious fashion. “Take me, Draco. I want you to fuck
me.”

Merlin fucking wept, those five words almost made Draco come in his trousers. He deftly
flipped them over so Theo was on the bottom, Draco’s knee coming to wedge between his
thighs. He pressed, grinding his own cock against Theo’s hip as he peppered kisses along his
face, his jaw, his neck.

“Yeah?” Draco found Theo’s cock through his shorts, the loose material hiding nothing. He
gripped his length, rubbing his palm along it before trailing his hand down to massage the
back of Theo’s thigh, right where the thick muscle met his arse.

“Don’t make me beg, Draco,” Theo snapped, trying to regain control but Draco was in
charge now.

“Bet you’d do it so prettily for me, though,” Draco chuckled, sitting up. He flicked his wand
towards the door, locking it, and then silenced the room, all while keeping his eyes on Theo
who was propped on his elbows, panting and desperate. He was vibrating with need, but
Draco sensed that he was a bit nervous too.

He’d make it good for Theo.

Instead of commanding him to undress like his first instinct told him to, Draco peeled Theo’s
clothes off, piece by piece. He kissed along Theo’s chest once his shirt was removed and
tapped his hips for him to lift up, so he could remove his shorts and boxers as well.

“Fuck,” Draco said in awe, looking at the naked man beneath him. “You’re gorgeous.”
Theo narrowed his eyes at Draco but couldn’t hide his pleased smirk. “You’re wearing too
many clothes.”

Draco took off his undershirt and slowly pulled his belt from his trousers before letting those
fall to the floor too. He stepped out of his boxers and stroked his cock as he settled back on
the bed, kneeling over Theo. He started to roll over, but Draco stopped him with a hand on
his hip.

“Not like that,” he murmured, kissing Theo passionately. It was slow, but hungry. He lowered
them both and shifted so Theo was resting against the pillows. “I want to look at you.”

He hoped that it would be good for Theo, doing it in that position. Draco’d never fucked a
man before, but he couldn’t fathom taking Theo for the first time and not being able to look
at his face, filled with pleasure, to kiss his lips, to pour all of his love into him even if he
didn’t do it with words.

Theo swallowed heavily and nodded.

“Spread your legs, baby,” Draco muttered, casting a lubrication spell. Theo shivered as the
cold liquid spread over him and Draco’s finger spread it around, rimming Theo’s hole. He
kissed along Theo’s collarbones and chest as he began to prep him, slipping a finger in.
Draco’s cock throbbed when he felt Theo clench around him.

Draco took his time, kissing Theo as he worked deeper inside of him. Theo’s little moans and
whimpers were so fucking delectable as he planted his feet flat on the bed, knees bent,
spreading himself for Draco. He kissed down Theo’s chest as he added a second finger,
stretching him out. When Theo was ready for more, hands falling to Draco’s hair and tugging
on the blond strands, Draco took Theo’s cock into his mouth as he added a third finger.

Theo keened, bucking his hips to thrust deep into Draco’s mouth while he twisted and curled
his fingers. Fuck, if he didn’t slow down, Draco was liable to come just from this, without
even entering him.

“I’m ready,” Theo whispered, causing Draco to release him with a pop. He sat up on his
knees, stroking himself as he took his fill of Theo’s naked, needy body. He wanted to watch
as he pushed into Theo, watch his arse swallow Draco’s cock, but even more so, he wanted
Theo to be comfortable.

He leaned forward, covering Theo’s body with his own as he gripped his cock at the base,
sliding it between Theo’s arse cheeks.

Their lips met again as Draco kissed him deeply, sensually. Theo writhed beneath him and
spread his legs wider, tilting his hips to give Draco more access. “Please,” Theo muttered
against Draco’s lips.

Draco worked at Theo’s neck, needing to hear every noise from him as he nudged his tip
against Theo’s entrance. He gasped and clenched. “Relax, baby,” Draco said in his ear.
“Relax for me.”
Theo nodded as Draco began kissing his neck again, taking his time to lathe the skin with his
tongue, his lips, his teeth, forcing Theo to relax further. His cock pushed again at the tight
ring of muscle and Theo let out a slow exhale as Draco slid in, his cock and Theo’s arse slick
with lube.

“Oh fuck,” Theo hissed when the tip was in. Draco shifted, not going in any further but
allowing Theo to get used to his size. “Fuck, Draco.”

“Shit.” Draco dropped his head to Theo’s shoulder, taking in sharp breaths. “You feel so
fucking good. So tight.”

“Move,” Theo whispered and Draco slid in a little bit more before pulling back. Shallow
thrusts that caused Theo to release long, low moans deep in his throat. “Fuck, Draco. More.
Please.”

“I don’t want to hurt you,” Draco muttered.

“Fuck me, Draco,” Theo commanded and suddenly his control snapped. He hitched one of
Theo’s legs around his hip and slid all the way in, watching Theo’s eyes widen and lips fall
slack as he gasped.

Draco stilled, relishing in the fact that he was fully inside of Theo, that Theo had begged him
to fuck him. He looked for any sign of regret or hesitation, but Theo simply rocked his hips,
causing both of them to groan. Fuck, Theo was so fucking tight, each small movement
squeezed Draco’s cock, and clearly, by the incoherent whimpers falling from Theo’s lips, he
was finding out just how good it could feel.

“Hips up,” Draco said, finally able to form words. He slid a pillow under Theo so he could
drive into him at just the right angle, knowing his pierced tip was dragging along that magical
spot inside of him, and sat himself up so he could watch his dick disappear inside Theo’s
arse.

He was transfixed, keeping a slow pace as he filled Theo with his length, until Theo got
impatient and began snapping his hips from the bottom to pull Draco in hard, deeper.

“Can’t even give up control like this, can you T?” Draco chuckled, running his hands down
Theo’s chest before gripping his cock, smearing the precum down his length. “I don’t want to
finish off too quickly.”

“Don’t care,” Theo grunted, still trying to top him from the bottom. “I need more.”

Draco grinned wickedly. “Yes sir.”

He covered Theo’s body with his own again, snapping his hips against Theo’s as he fucked
him hard, with deep, long thrusts. Theo’s cock was pressed between both of their stomachs,
and Draco hoped the roll of his hips and the friction of their bodies felt good for him. Draco
kissed Theo, desperate to swallow every moan and gasp, and Theo met his mouth with a feral
hunger.
Lips, teeth, tongues, all clashed as Draco’s balls drew up and Theo’s arse clenched around
him, swallowing him whole.

“Not going to last,” Draco whispered, the words tumbling out like a plea.

“Come, then,” Theo retorted, sinking his teeth into Draco’s neck. “I want to feel it, Draco.”

Shit.

“You first,” Draco said, pushing Theo back roughly and sitting up again. He licked his palm
and began jerking Theo’s cock at the same pace that he pumped into him. He had to close his
eyes, because the sight of his dick sliding in and out of Theo was almost too much.

Draco jerked Theo faster, lost in the way Theo looked with his hands scrabbling for purchase
in Draco’s black silk sheets, head tipped back with his neck elongated, marks and bruises
already forming from Draco’s teeth. He looked utterly perfect and undone, coming with
Draco’s name on his lips and spilling all over his stomach and Draco’s fist.

“Fuck,” Draco gasped, releasing Theo’s spent cock and grabbing his hips in a bruising grip.
He thrust into him with abandon, chasing his own release. “Shit, Theo, so good, baby.” The
words tumbled from his mouth in fractured sentences until sparks shot down Draco’s spine
and he was coming deep in Theo’s arse.

Draco collapsed forward, careful not to put his whole weight on top of Theo, but Theo
wrapped his arms around Draco’s back and tugged him close, kissing him as Draco pulled out
slowly.

“Ah, fuck,” Theo grimaced.

“Are you okay?” Draco searched his face for any signs of pain, worried he’d hurt him.

“I’m fine,” Theo said with a lazy laugh. “Wasn’t expecting it to feel like that when you
pulled out.”

Draco barked out a laugh and then pressed a kiss to Theo’s shoulder. “Let me get you cleaned
up.”

He walked into the bathroom and grabbed a few wash rags, soaking them with warm water.
Theo was laying on his stomach when he returned, arms tucked under the pillow with his
firm arse on full display, a content smile on his lips.

Draco cleaned him up, preferring to do it by hand instead of with magic. It felt much more
intimate that way, touching him so tenderly. He’d hoped that the extra care would show Theo
how much he meant to Draco, and make Theo feel secure and cared for.

Theo made sleepy, lazy noises as Draco finished cleaning up, using magic for the sheets and
himself, before slipping into the bed next to him.

“Draco?” Theo said quietly, words a bit drawn out and slurred.
 “Hmm?”

“That was incredible. Thank you.”

Draco rolled onto his side to find Theo already looking at him, hooded eyes framed with his
dark lashes. He needed to kiss him; he couldn’t stop kissing him.

“Thank you.”

“Don’t get soft on me now,” Theo laughed, nipping his lip and pushing him in the chest.

“There’s nothing soft about me,” Draco retorted, gripping his cock. It was more in jest than
anything, but a few more minutes kissing Theo and Draco was sure he’d be ready to go again
shortly.

“Think Hermione will be jealous when she finds out?” Theo mused, reading onto the
nightstand to grab the cigarettes he kept there. Draco held out his fingers for one and lit it.

“Nah,” Draco said through his exhale. “She likes it when we’re together. Why would it
bother her?”

“Exactly,” Theo said. “She’s fit to go feral when she finds out she didn’t get to watch.”

Draco winced and inhaled. “You’re right. I’ll let you be the one to tell her then, since you
begged for it.”

Theo simply glared at Draco as he smoked, purposefully blowing smoke in his face. “Want to
talk about the rest of that conversation with your mother?”

“Whilst in the nude, having a post-fuck smoke with my boyfriend? Not even a little bit. We’ll
talk about it later, with Hermione.” Draco pinched the bridge of his nose, annoyed that Theo
had reminded him of the entire situation with the contract.

“Right.” Theo vanished his cigarette. “And we’re still on for Boxing Day? Plans are all set
with Ginevra?”

Draco nodded, finishing his own smoke. “We are.”

Theo grinned broadly, making himself comfortable and resting his head on Draco’s chest.
Draco carded his fingers through Theo’s thick brown curls, content with the warmth of his
body but still sorely missing the other piece of their equation on his left side.

“I miss her,” Theo mumbled.

“I miss her too, Theo.”

Chapter End Notes

oho, what's this? plot? loosely, yeah. we can't just have them....banging for 100k+
words. (or can we? who knows, i make the rules here)

anyways, ✨plot✨
love you all. tysm for all the comments (i read every single one, whoever called this
their roman empire, i had to google what that meant and i love you) and the recs on the
various social spheres, you all are my favorite humans.

xx,
westy
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