A/N: from the prompt Ooooh, divorced dratomione finding their way back to each other because one of the triad is kidnapped and the other two have to get them back (a damsel in distress/spy movie trope?
"What do you want Malfoy? I don't have time to indulge your whims today."
Draco flinches at her tone. It'd been so long since she's addressed him with such distain that he'd forgotten what it felt like. She hasn't looked up from the mountain of paperwork covering her desk and Draco resists the urge to sweep it all onto the floor and force her to look at him.
"I need your help." She snorts and his eyes narrow.
"You don't need me for anything," she says finally lifting her eyes to meet his, her lips pursed, "and if you did then we'd still be together."
Draco grits his teeth. This isn't what he's here for. "Your professional help Granger." Her eyes narrow.
"Go on," she concedes eventually, indicating with her hand that he should take a seat, "though I'm sure whatever it is you could just as easily have asked Harry."
Draco lean's forward, his hands gripping the top of her visitor chair. "I don't think Potter would be too interested in rescuing your other ex-husband from the Avery Cartel," he sneers.
Hermione's eyes widen and Draco grins maliciously.
"How did this happen?" She whispers when they've apparated from the ministry. Draco side-alonged her to the old Avery manor house, helping her through the vicious wards that would have stripped her of her magic if she'd attemptd to do so on her own. Draco eyes her. He has half a dozen retorts on the tip of his tongue. How did what happen? How did he fall in love with her? How did he let her go? How did either of them let her go? How did they ever let her think that they didn't love her? That they didn't want to spend every single second of their lives with her at their side?
He turns his head and shrug's. "I don't know," he mumbles, waving his wand. "There's only one person on this floor," he whispers. Hermione nod's and moves ahead of him. Draco curses her under his breath. She's never been good at waiting. Everything has always been now, now, now for her.
He takes a deep breath. He need's to concentrate on rescuing his friend. He can think about all of his mistakes once Riddle is safe again.
"About time you two showed up," Tom drawls when they finally work their way through the house and come upon him bound to a chair in one of the upper rooms. There are bodies, moaning and groaning, all around him.
Hermione's eyes narrow and Draco glares at Tom. His attitude is going to get them no-where. If anything, the way he's glaring at Hermione is only going to make everything worse.
"We came to rescue you," she says before she turns her back on Tom and levels Draco with a glare. "I told you you didn't need me for anything," she mutters, her voice bordering on tears - Draco can tell, he's made her cry enough times - before dissaparating with a loud crack.
"Fuck," Tom murmurs and Draco stares at him, dumbfounded.
"I thought we agreed that we wanted her back?" He says slowly, waving his wand and releasing the other man. Tom brings his arms around and rubs his wrist's.
"We did. We do," he clarifies. "It's just," he trails off.
"Just what? I thought this is what you wanted."
"It is," he mumbles lowly, crossing the room to Draco, "but i'm not sure it's what she want's anymore."
Ginny had asked each of them why they'd broken up.
"Because she doesn't believe me, believe us," Draco said.
"Because she's stubborn," Tom said.
"Because they don't need me," Hermione said.
When Hermione was a kid she'd looked at her parent's and knew that she couldn't wait to meet the man that would make her smile like her dad made her mum.
When she was seventeen she couldn't believe she'd met two men that did it for her.
When she was twenty-one she believed that she'd been wrong. That she couldn't possibly have them both. That they didn't need her the way she needed them. That she was a burden they'd be better off without.
She left them a note, filed the papers at the ministry and moved into Grimmauld.
"Why do you think we don't need you? Actually how could you even think that? Draco can't even using the washing machine Granger. He's been buying new underwear every week since you left -no, don't intterupt me. I want to know. When did you, what made you think we didn't need you? What made you think we wouldn't fall apart without you there to hold us together?"
Hermione stared, her mouth gaping, at Tom's accusations as he leaned against her office door jamb. She was about to speak when Draco swept into her office and shut the door behind him.
"You are such an arsehole," he muttered to Tom, though he never took his eyes off her.
Tom ignored him, "well?" He asked her.
Hermione frowned and looked down at her hands. She'd taken her engagement and wedding rings off but she couldn't bare to put any other's on instead. "I don't know," she whispered.
"You don't know? The brightest witch of her age, and she doesn't know Draco?" Tom sneered. Hermione tensed her jaw and glared up at him, furiously swiping her hand across her cheeks to swipe the tears away.
"Why are you here?" She grit out.
"I want my wife back."
"Oi," Draco growled, elbowing Tom in the ribs.
"What? Oh right, we. We want our wife back," he drawled, rolling his eyes. Hermione continued to stare at the pair of them before she looked away.
"Why?"
"Because Granger," Draco whispered against her ear. Hermione jumped - she hadn't realised he'd moved. "We both love and need you. And we're going to spend the rest of our lives making sure you know that everyday."
Hermione flicked her eyes to Tom, who was still standing across her office, before looking back to Draco. "I'm sorry," she whispered.
"It's my fault," Tom sighed and Hermione looked up to see him moving towards them, "I'm an arsehole."
She couldn't help the grin that twitched at her lips, even as the tears continued to fall down her cheeks. "I'll say," Draco muttered beside her and Hermione glanced at him. He was smiling at her and she reached her hand forward to cup his jaw.
"I love you," she murmured against his lips, resting her forehead against his. She turned her head to look at Tom. "You too."
Tom smirked, "even though I'm an arsehole?"
"Merlin," Draco muttered beside her, his head falling against her shoulder. Hermione chuckled and nodded just as Tom knelt beside her and cupped her neck and drew her towards him.
"Even though you're an arsehole," she teased.
"Good," he said before he kissed her.
