Title: Three is Company

Chapter Rating: Teen (T)

Fandom: Harry Potter

Pairing: Minerva/Rolanda/Hermione (threesome)

Prompt(s): (none)

Beta: Lesbian Cub

Summary: Minerva and Rolanda's relationship is suffering. Rolanda takes it upon herself to adding another partner to their marriage. Minerva isn't sure whether to be pissed or elated with affects of Rolanda's meddling. Most chapters are T (Some NC-17 rating in the future).

Disclaimer: I do not own anything. Nothing I write is for profit. Everything I wrote is not meant to offend anyone.

Chapter 1

"You are so beautiful…" Rolanda Hooch whispered against the glistening folds of her lover. The Quidditch coach had been working on her partner for a little over twenty minutes, and her tongue was starting to get tired. She really tried hard for her wife of thirty years. It is not like she hadn't been able to give her mind-blowing orgasms before, but in the last few years things seemed to stop working so well between them. The couple lost that spark. Even before the end of the war things had been strained. It all started to turn bad sometime in 1995. Since that year, neither witch had been able to achieve a good orgasm under the ministrations of the other. Rolanda's shortage of orgasms mostly resulted from that lack of interest from her partner.

"Ro… I am sorry. It…it just isn't working," whispered Minerva, disappointed that once again she could not reach her peak. The older witch tried very hard to be sexually excited for her wife, but she just couldn't. If only she could pinpoint the reason for her lack of sexual desire for Rolanda. Her need certainly wasn't lacking. In fact, her sexual need had only risen since the problem. Her classes were suffering due her frustrations in the bedroom. Many a students whispered that she needed someone that could get that stick out of her arse so she could get back to being a little more tolerable.

"It's alright, love. It was worth a try." Rolanda crawled up next her wife in the bed.

"I am so sorry, my darling. I don't know what is wrong with me." Minerva sighed pulling the covers over them and turning around so her partner could hold her. Both Minerva and Rolanda still loved each other very much. They were best friends first and lovers second. Neither had even thought about asking for a divorce. They loved spending time together and cuddling; it was only the sex that was lacking.

The hawk-eyed witch had a feeling as to what the woman's real issue was, but she didn't want to say anything. The last time she brought up the idea that her partner secretly desired the affections of the young Miss Granger; Rolanda had ended up with her trousers set ablaze. If this thing was ever going to be fixed the Quidditch coach was going to have to take matters into her own hands. Maybe Hermione was the missing link to their relationship. If they added her into the companionship then they might have a chance of making it another thirty years in marital bliss.

-Next Day-

Hermione Granger had graduated Uni top of her class. It hadn't been surprising to anyone. The young witch had gone to Cambridge University. It was a both a muggle and wizard university. Many muggle-borns chose this option of education because it gave them skills to work in both the magical and muggle communities. All magical courses listed for the university were invisible and went unnoticed by the average muggle. Many of the professors there were actually magical; some weren't even human. Among Hermione's mentors was a female centaur specializing in glamour charms named Glinda, a Leprechaun named Roy who taught a class called the History of Misshapen Military Magic, and a half-goblin named Finhard who liked to combine muggle technology with magic. Hermione vowed to bring Finhard with her to the next Weasley gathering. Mr. Weasley would love to talk to someone who is such a master in the field of muggle studies. It was weird that their paths hadn't crossed before, though Mr. Weasley was very rarely able to get the time off to go to the Muggle Studies conventions even when they were in London. Finhard rarely bothered with those things and sent an apprentice of his instead. He didn't like all the gawking wizards did at his half-goblin form.

Life had been busy for Hermione. After the war, her fame spread far and wide. It seemed that everyone in the wizarding world wanted to be her new best friend. Unlike the rest of the trio, Hermione didn't handle her fame well. Ron became the new poster boy for the Ministry of Magic. They gave him a fancy home, fancy job title, Percy as an assistant, and an expense account. All he really did was travel around giving speeches about his time as part of the trio and talk about bills the Ministry wanted the public's support on. The Weasley clan couldn't be more proud of their famous son.

Harry tried to become an auror but was too famous to really get any work done. Everywhere he went, people would be screaming his name. At first, he tried taking polyjuice potion before every mission, but that quickly became a problem when his testicles started to shrink from overuse of the potion. Now, Harry runs the joke store franchise with his husband and wife, George Weasley-Potter and Alicia Spinnet Weasley-Potter. They had a store in almost every country. It was in popular demand, especially because the boy-who-lived-twice co-owned them. George did the inventing, Alicia did the testing, and Harry made sure the products sold.

Hermione was the only one who lived with the quiet life as a Ministry researcher. The young witch had been mobbed by adoring fans every time she walked into the Ministry of Magic in order to get her office. After a little negotiating with Kinsley, Hermione was able to get her own funded lab that connected to her house out in the middle of farmland in muggle Scotland. She didn't get out much now. The young witch mostly sent her house elves for supplies. All her house elves were paid fair wages and given little houses of their own to stay in. They were not forced to work for the witch, but many considered it their privilege to. She was a friend to house elves. While at Uni, Hermione had gotten legislation passed in almost all of Europe that gave rights to house elves.

Hermione would go visit the Weasley's and Potter's during the holidays, but she didn't like to visit them too often. Both families had taken well to their fame and would have visitors over all the time. All the guests always wanted to get the elusive Hermione Granger's attention. She wasn't in to that sort of thing. She just wanted to live a normal life, maybe even start a family.

The young Gryffindor tried to get back in the dating world after breaking up with Ron, but it was hard because everyone just wanted her for her fame. She tried going on dates where she would take polyjuice potion in advance. As soon as they realized whom they were bedding, all her dates immediately went to the papers. It was quite annoying. Hermione dated both wizards and witches, but for the most part just witches. She even dated Ginny and Fleur a bit back in her days at Hogwarts. In the wizarding community, there was no straight or gay, just love. It was quite normal for a boy to marry a boy and a girl to marry a girl. In some cases the family even preferred it. With that there would be less unexpected pregnancies, though a skilled master of transfigurations could easily change their anatomy and cause accidental pregnancy. Luckily, there weren't many out there in the wizarding world that was so skilled at that magic. When the time came and the couple wanted a child then they would get a special potion from the ministry that would allow them to conceive. There was even a potion that let the male carry the child. It is actually very in these days. It is even rumored that the Weasley clan is going to have another child, but Arthur was going to carry it this time.

There were some ingredients for potions and such that Hermione would not let her house elves handle. They were highly dangerous and only should be handled by those trained to deal with them. The elves tried to protest, but Hermione would not budge. She didn't want anything to happen to the only company she still had. That is why Hermione was out in Hogsmeade today. She couldn't be there more than a half an hour. Any more than that and her powerful glamour charm would start to drain her magic supply. That was the last thing she needed, to be out in public without being able to defend herself.

She was meeting a rare elements dealer at the Three Broomsticks at approximately six o'clock. At that time no students would be out in Hogsmeade and most adults wouldn't be out for a drink until 7 o'clock. The rare elements dealer was actually an old friend of hers from Uni. He knew she was going to wear a glamour so he wouldn't be surprised when she showed up. When they would go drinking in the wizarding world she would always insist on drinking polyjuice first. Prine Underghast was a half-blood wizard from Australia. His dad was a wizard and his mum a witch. He was actually the one that helped her find and bring home her parents.

Prine had sandy blonde hair and light blue eyes. He was rather tall and muscular as well. He had a couple scars on his arms, but luckily none that marred his beautifully chiseled face. All the ingredient and element collecting he did tended to be highly dangerous. She was very grateful that he was able to get enough Adamantium for her experiment. She knew he probably would have some new cuts and bruises from that collection mission, but she was paying him through the nose for it so it was worth it.

When she got there he was already sitting down with a half empty glass of butterbeer. "Underghast, how good to see you!"

"And you too Gran- I am mean Miss Millstone," he said with an overly deep voice. He understood her want of privacy from the public, but he wasn't above teasing her about it.

"Oh shut it, Prine. Just for that, the first round of butterbeer is one you," she replied with a scowl. She used one of her usual glamour charms today. She looked as though she could be his sister with her long platinum blonde hair and cold grey eyes. She actually looked rather like a young Narcissa Black, but everyone around her was too afraid to compare her to the defamed witch.

Madame Rosmerta already had a butterbeer waiting on the counter for Prine to pick up. The pub wasn't too busy that day maybe five people in total there, which was pretty good for not being the peak hours. Prine took in his surroundings. There were three old wizards laughing over a pint and talking about old days. Another sod was drinking away his last galleon in glass of his sixth firewhiskey. There was one stranger in the corner with their hood up in the corner, but as long as Hermione had her glamour charm up then she should have nothing to worry about with the stranger. "Here's your butterbeer. I am only buying the first round. The next two are on you."

"You know I can't stay that long, Prine. I have maybe a pint and a half before I have to leave."

"I know, but a boy can dream right?" He tried to keep a straight face, but burst out laughing at the stink eye Hermione was giving him. Once he settle down his face went serious for a moment. "The goods in the bag at your feet by the way. Just so you know."

"Thanks, the money is already in your account." He gave a nod of his head in recognition of what she said.

"Now that all this business talk is done, how's my favorite witch doing? Any new lady in your life?" He knew that she preferred women. Hell walking in on her going down on his cousin in the food pantry had pretty much given that away. She had gone with him to a family reunion as his date, mostly because he wanted to show up his brother who was dating a famous Quidditch player. They were able to laugh about it now, but that had been one of the most awkward moments of both of their lives.

She laughed at his question. "Oh Prine, you know I don't have anyone. Everyone just wants the famous me, not the other side."

"I'm sorry girl that is rough, but you'll find someone. What about someone who knew you before you became the Golden Girl?"

"I don't think so. Ginny is divorced from Harry, but I think she is dating Gwenog Jones now. Fleur is still married to Bill and is pregnant again. Luna married to Neville with two kids so I can't go back to her. I am not going to be the home wrecker."

"Well what about someone older? Not someone who was in your grade or younger than you." Neither Hermione nor Prine noticed the stranger in the corner sit up a little bit and crane their head in order to hear better what was being said. Neither had thought to put up a silencing charm.

"Cho has already turned me down saying she wasn't into girls. That's really the only girl that even talked to me who was older."

"Geezzz…think bigger chickadee, I talking about a real older woman. Someone who has her shit together. What about Andromeda? Her husband died during the war." He was really thinking about some of her old professors. He and Hermione had shared a flat when they went to Cambridge, and Prine had heard her calling out for Minerva more than once when she was supposedly asleep in room. In truth, she probably was up to more physical activity than just sleep.

"God no! Andy, she is just a friend. I mean I had a crush on her daughter, but not her!" Hermione visited Andromeda from time to time, but mostly to just talk and give the older woman a break from watching her grandson.

"Ok so not her. How about Narcissa Black? She isn't married to that git anymore. She even changed her name so she is in no way associated with him. I think you should go for it. Or if not her maybe one of your old professors."

"Okay first of all Narcissa Malfoy stood there and watched as her sister tortured me, so no I don't think I will climb into bed with that sociopath. Second, what professor would I possibly go after? Madame Pomfry is married to Professor Flitwick."

"What? Really?! I totally didn't get any vibes from the little guy like that when I was helping rebuild."

"Yah because you were trying to get into his pants? Don't think I didn't notice how you would always volunteer to help him. You are always thinking with your dick."

"Oh like you weren't? Oh I will help you Minerva. Are you okay? Can I get you anything? Prine did a good imitation of the young witch. "Maybe give you a good licking."

"Oh Filius will you polish my nob for me. All this work has made me so hot. Maybe we should take off our shirts and rub lotion all over each other." Hermione took revenge and made an impression of her friend. "And I didn't do that with her."

Prine noticed how the girl didn't deny her crush on the woman. "I don't think he is married. Another week and he would have been polishing my nob."

"Yah right. I saw them snogging before we left. It was kind of cute. She had to bend down for him."

"Wow they really kept it on the down low then."

"Yah, I think they all do at Hogwarts. For all we know Professor Dumbledore might have been giving it to Professor Snape in the dungeons every night." The stranger in the corner started to cough on their butterbeer; Hermione and Prine looked over but the stranger just waved a gloved hand at them.

"So what about the other professors? You only said no to Poppy." Prine was used to calling the teachers by their first name. Hermione, however, had insisted upon using their honorific even when working side by side to fix the castle. During that time the faculty of Hogwarts had grown to think of Hermione more as a colleague than the former student that she was.

"Well no to Professor Sprout and hell no to Trelawny."

"You don't call her professor?"

"She doesn't deserve it. Let's see Professor Vector is nice, but I think she might be married too. Umm whose left? Madame Pince the librarian is super old. Madame Hooch was always really hot, but I never really got to know her cause I don't like flying." Neither of them noticed the grin creeping across the strangers face.

"What about McGonagall?"

"Professor McGonagall…no I couldn't she…she…would never want me. She is so perfect. I doubt she is even into witches."

"You don't know till you try, Bertie."

"I know, Prine, but lets stop talking about me. Do you have anyone new in your life."

"On brighter news, I do have a new boy and this one is going to last." Prine was grinning ear to ear.

"That is what you said about the last four before you cheated on them. Forgive me if I don't save the date for your wedding yet." She rolled her eyes at him. Prine was a perpetual child when it came to settling down. Every time a new boy came into his life, he would dump him for the next shiny thing to walk past.

"This one is different. Bertie, I am serious. Draco is such a gentleman."

"Bloody hell! You are dating Draco fucking Malfoy?" A couple heads turned to look at her for the outbursts but they all went quietly back to their conversations and drinks. Hermione hadn't heard any news about the pale boy since she last saw him right after the war.

"Be nice. He is a very nice boy. He calls me his little roo because when I brought him to meet my parents in Australia he couldn't get over the kangaroos running about." Draco had really loved the animals. In fact, Prine had decided to get him a baby kangaroo for his birthday next month.

"You brought him to meet your parents already?"

"Yep." Prine smiled as though he was proud of himself. His parents were very happy for their youngest son.

"Wow, took you a year before I met your family."

"Yah and your never invited back. I have enough nightmares of you and Lacy to last a lifetime." He groaned remembering the graphic images of his friends feasting on his cousin. "Actually, I am supposed to be having dinner with him and his mother tonight."

"You should go get changed then. I know the Malfoys, and they expect their dinner guests to be properly dressed."

"Oh poo, Narcissa loves me. I am sure she would be just fine with me showing up in my tattered overcoat and muddy boats." He stood up to show off his grimy outfit. It was clear that he had been out on another job before meeting her. His clothes were very similar to what Mad Eye used to wear. Hermione half wondered if they were related somehow. Both seemed to have that need for adventure.

"Yah sure keep telling yourself that," she said giving her friend a half-hug. She hadn't finished her first pint and still had another ten minutes before her glamour charm started to fade. She was going to have a nice quiet drink before apparating back to her cottage.

Before the talking heads even started yelling at Prine for letting the cold air in, the stranger in the corner was up and walking up behind Hermione who still looked like Bertie Millstone.

The stranger removed her hood and whispered into the young witches ear before she had a chance to figure out someone was behind her. "Hermione, what an unexpected surprise."

Hermoine almost fell off her chair swinging wildly around to see who had figured out her identity. Prine had been very careful to only call her Bertie Millstone during their visit. She was about to reach for her wand when she realized it was only Rolanda Hooch, her ex-professor. "How did you know?"

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