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So here is the longest chapter I wrote ! Keep in mind that I love cliché and fluffy things ! Enjoy ^^


A fifty-fifty chance. A one-in-two chance that Iris saw that meddle in the affairs of others could be a double edged sword. 'One-in-two chance' Kept repeating Victoire. She blamed herself – because it was an horrible sight to see your parents shag - and thought, a little later, she might have made a mistake...

"Victoire Fleur Weasley!" Screamed Iris from the ground floor. "Wait till I..."

The end of her sentence was lost in a din as she climbed the steps on the fly. When she entered the room of her cousin, she saw her hidden behind Hermione, who absolutely didn't understand what was happening.

"One in two..."

"What?"

"There was one one-in-two chance that you bumped on them!"

"I have seen more than I wanted and much less than I could have!"

"Girls?" Hermione interjected a lost. "Can you explain?"

"Yes ! Explain us Victoire!"

"I... I blamed Iris to have forced me to go to Hogsmeade with Teddy..."

"Forced you?" Exclaimed Iris.

"Yes! Exactly! You don't realize it but it gets boring in the long run to see you sticking your nose in the business of everyone!"

"But!"

"Iris, let Vic explain." Hermione said softly. "Please."

"Okay..." She replied, crossing her arms over her chest.

"I wanted to get back at all those times where without realizing it, you put me in a difficult situation. And I thought I had to do something shocking to make you understand that you should only take care of your own business! Except you, because let's face it you're in denial, everyone knows that your parents shag like teenagers when you and your siblings are away from home! And really, I really did not want you to bump on them in the act! Just to hear them! According aunt Gin, your mother is rather noisy... "

"Sweet Circe" Said Hermione.

"Exactly!" Iris added "And to Circe, you can add all the Founders and Merlin! As soon as I close my eyes, I see Dad... Ewww!"

"I'm sorry!" Victoire apologized.

"You can be! But... I'm sorry too. I didn't know... That I was so... Bitchy. And I'm sorry I poked my nose into your business. Tell yourself, although I'll certainly have nightmares about this for some time, your ploy worked quite well! Tell me Hermione" Iris asked, turning to her "you think you could obliviate me?"

"For you to forget the lesson Victoire taught you, certainly not!"

"In this case, nothing like a few bottles of Elf Wine!" Told Iris getting three out of her bag, which she had left in Victoire's bedroom before seeing the Thing. "Vic bring glasses, I have a monstrosity to forget and get plastered is the only way to!"

'Note to myself' Thought Hermione, waking up the next morning 'Elf wine is soft, sweet and... lethal in large quantities!' They had spent the evening drinking and had finished completely drunk. Hermione blamed herself, Victoire was only fifteen and Iris, sixteen... Finally, it was mostly the fact that Vic drank that annoyed her but after two glasses, she had dozed off and Hermione had much less qualms to finish the bottles with Iris! Fortunately, Bill and Fleur were working today and she had thought on soundproofing the room before being unable to! Rising, despite the splitting headache that alcohol had produced by evaporating, she went on stealthily toward the fireplace to call Ginny and ask for help. Gin gave her a vial of hangover potion and made her swear not to tell the girls and let them suffer. "That'll teach them to drink at their age and feels happy I gave you one!" She had said. The brunette swallowed the lifesaving elixir in one gulp and went to the bathroom to take a refreshing shower and brush the putrid breath she collected by drinking. She came out reinvigorated with a feeling of rebirth. She decided to let the girls sleep, after all, it was only ten o'clock, and left a note, thanking them for the evening and informing them that she came back to the Burrow.

Molly Weasley was a lot of things. Mother of seven, grandmother of eighteen plus two by adoption, still mourning a son, slayer of a mass killer, excellent cook, Narcissa Malfoy's best friend... And it was precisely this that led her to the situation in which she found herself. Since the Weasleys were a huge family, Christmas could not really be spent at the Burrow and since the Malfoys were now part of said family, it was logical to celebrate it at their manor. But how to tell that to Hermione? For her, eight months only had passed since the end of the war and how to tell her she was going to celebrate Christmas where she was tortured? The fireplace roared and ended her thoughts. She saw Hermione come to her and wish her good morning.

"Hermione?"

"Yes Molly? Something wrong?" She added when she saw the dark air of the matriarch.

"It's about Christmas, my dear... How can I say that?"

"In one breath!"

"We celebrated Christmas at the Malfoys the past ten years now! We spend two days there."

"Oh!"

"Yes. Do you think you could go? Narcissa and I were talking about it with the other day... And I know you haven't fond memories of the place and with good reasons."

"I think... I know for me, it's only been a few months but... Water has flowed under the bridge. I saw it talking with Narcissa and exchanging a few words with Lucius. Besides the lovely Scorpius and Draco..." She added blushing. "Do you think Narcissa would agree we came at tea time today and she could give me a tour?"

"Of course, my dear, I am sure Narcissa will want to see us this afternoon. The manor was completely redecorated fifteen years ago and the drawing room... This room was completely wiped off the map. I'll ask Cissy now. "

Molly was wrong, Narcissa awaited them for lunch and once Ron had collected his children, scarlet under Hermione's mocking gaze, they went there by floo. The brunette had her heart pounding loudly, she even wondered if it was going to explode under so much pressure. This was not the case though. She hardly had time to dust herself that Scorpius clung to her, welcoming her. She looked up and met the laughing eyes of the senior Malfoys.

"Scorpius, please let Miss Granger for a moment, will you?" Lucius asked.

"But Grandpa! Daddy told me to take good care of her while he was not there!"

"This will be done as soon as you shall let her move!"

Hermione took the time to look around and admired the room, a sort of living room in wich Molly and she had just arrived. The walls of a milk chocolate color, topped with golden oak moldings, gave a warm air to the place, the floor which was the same wood moldings. Deep velvet sofas ochre were cleverly arranged in the center with nesting tables in the same light wood and put themselves on a thick carpet of the same color as the walls. The imposing fireplace behind her was made of light stones and its mantelpiece was also made of golden oak wood. Different portraits and landscape adorned the walls along with several consoles and a grand piano. A huge Christmas tree, beautifully decorated in the same colors as the room - to which were added gold items - struggled to reach the high ceiling. 'If the rest of the manor look like this room' Hermione thought 'I will have no problem to spend Christmas Eve there!' The rest of the visit prove it and it was with pleasure that she settled in what Narcissa called the winter garden to eat. She left the house late afternoon with Molly, delighted of her visit and disappointed at the same time not seeing Draco. Even if sweet Scorpius followed her all afternoon.

"So Hermione?" Molly asked, once they had arrived. "Do you think you can celebrate Christmas at the manor?"

"Honestly Molly, it will be with pleasure. I had only saw of the place one room and it is as if it was another house! Do not worry. I'm going to work a little now."

"Of course dear. I'll call you for dinner."

The day Hermione dreaded arrived faster than expected. The eve of the holiday, she had received an owl from Lavender asking if the wednesday before Christmas suited her for the interview and the photo shoot. To which, Hermione had replied in the affirmative. The interview itself with Lavender was nice, her roommate had nothing to do with Rita Skeeter, who now earned her living as a single freelancer! In short, Lavender had asked the right questions and had the tact to ask others when she was embarrassed. What annoyed her to the highest point was to get into the hands of Lavender's two assistants stylists! After what seemed an eternity, they authorized her - after the Lavender's approval - to look at herself in the mirror. She could not restrain an exclamation of surprise at seeing her reflection. They had held her hair in a low ponytail and her curls were restyled to perfection. Her makeup, although light, was the same color as the dress she wore. She could not help but chuckle and turn on herself to see her dress from every angle. She wore a princess fairy tale gown, with puffed petticoat and everything! The bustier was sewn with bronze thread which drew numerous runes. She recognized all of them and began to translate her dress. What was her surprise to see that this was the tale of the Three Brothers.

"I thought it fit with you well, it took me many hours to embroider this story on your bustier" Said Lavender. "Merlin knows I chose to study Divination!"

"You made it?" Hermione asked, amazed by the beauty of the creation of the blonde.

"Yes, and tell yourself that this dress is a unique creation! Completely handmade. The fabric used is made from thread silk of Acromentula I dyed. Moreover, the whole dress and shoes are of Acromentula silk! Hagrid wanted to make a gift when he learned from Harry that I would make a dress for you. He will be at the Ball by the way, with Olympe and is looking forward to see you!

"It is a masterpiece Lavender, you're very talented!"

Hermione continued to detail her dress. From the bustier, tulle of the same bronze as the runes cascaded to form the skirt. Three superimposed layers of different sizes. She had not lied to Lavender, her creation truly was a marvel. She slightly lifted her dress and admired the shoes that went with it. Stunning silk shoes that were the same bronze and the fabric seemed draped on it. After a new turn of herself, she saw the reflection of Draco and Harry in the mirror. They were both particularly attractive in their formal robes. A dark gray to Draco and for Harry a green bottle, a shade lighter than his robes in her fourth year. Robes made to bring out their eyes...

"You're beautiful Hermione" Harry commented.

"Dazzling" added Draco.

"Lavender told us wich color would be your dress for the photo shoot, so we bought you this" Ended the dark-haired wizard.

He handed her a velvet box, big enough, and Hermione felt that no matter what it contained, it would inevitably beautiful. She was right. She found a simple, thin gold chain holding a sublime yellow diamond cut like a teardrop and as big as the first phalanx of her thumb. A pair of matching earrings rested in the casket.

"It's... too much! I can't accept that, it's..."

"The equivalent of sixteen missed birthdays!" Harry cut her off.

"Do you like it?" Draco asked.

"Of course it's gorgeous! But it's still too much!"

"The jewels are from Harry, on my advice. Because frankly Potter, you have no taste! As for the dress" he added, ignoring Harry "It was me!"

"No, it's Lavender who..."

"Yes, but it was me who bought it to give it to you!"

"You are crazy!"

"Would it be cliche to say..." Began Draco.

"That we are both..." Harry added.

"Crazy about you?" They ended together in a perfect imitation of the Weasley twins.

"No... I... I mean..."

"Hermione, Draco, Harry!" Said Lavender from another room. "Ron and Neville arrived for the pictures!"

Hermione did something un-Gryffindor-ish, she fled!

Harry had more than enough of the photoshoot. But he had to admit that Lavender knew her job. Neville and Ron wore also robes highlighting their eyes: night blue for Ron and a oil blue for Neville. But for Harry it was Hermione who stood out. The bronze color heightened her complexion, her eyes and hair color. She was radiant and she made him a monster effect. He had managed to catch her several times in alcoves at Hogwarts and those few stolen moments were more than pleasant although frustrating. He tried to think of something else. Photos, yes, the pictures! The first were of the five of them. The famous trio, Horcruxes hunters - though the populace didn't know what they had actually hunted - along with Neville, true Gryffindor and snake slayer and finally, Draco, who had expressed the correct theory about Hermione's disappearance. Then more shots, this time of Hermione, Ron and him. Then the three of them and Draco. Neville had left a little earlier and currently, only Hermione posed. Harry looked at her again and fought against the urge to take her in his arms and flew with her. This gown was taunting him. The bustier imprisoned her adorable chest. To have had a glimpse, he knew they were the right size, perfect for his hands! And the necklace he had given her was taunting him too! Falling just... at the birth of her breasts. Finally, the session ended. He could only follow the witch that haunted him.

Ron was talking with Lavender and showing her pictures of his two babies when he saw from the corner of his eye Hermione heading into the changing rooms, to undoubtedly change. Only she was not the only one heading there, Harry and Draco had followed, too. He pulled quietly out his wand and cast a powerful silent Muffliato before occupying Lavender so that she remained unsuspecting.

Draco felt that Harry was up to something and greatly envied him. He could not do what he wanted to the brunette as she was his student. He respected his position and the influence that went with and even though Hermione would be willing - which was the case - it would destroy the sacred aura of his position. He already had several times flirted with the limits and had a lot of trouble stopping. The memory of a honey covered Granger haunted his nights since he had... Anyway. However, he would soon no longer have to wait . Hermione did not know that when a Slytherin wanted to know something, they always ended up learning it. Having a portrait of Severus in his office had of course contributed to his knowledge. In fact, Severus was too happy to help his godson seduce the know-it-all. Draco then just had to wait patiently as an Acromentula spinning its web. And soon his prey would fall in it. And then he would eat it!

Unaware of what was going on in the head of her suitors, Hermione joined her dressing booth. The session had went well and she was eager to remove her dress. She however had not the time to. Harry walked in her train in the booth and stood before her, eyes dark with desire. She swallowed and braced herself for what was to follow.

"So beautiful" He whispered, leaning toward her.

He stretched out his right hand at the base of her neck and gently put his finger on her chain. His finger slowly followed the chain links and eventually arrived at the birth of her chest where the pendant was resting. He took it between his thumb and forefinger and examined it.

"If you knew how I envied this diamond" He admitted touching her cheek with his left hand. "He laid where I wanted to put my lips..." He added letting his hand which was on her cheek slide along her neck then over her shoulder and finally, finally, he touched her breast.

Hermione was burning with desire. By a glance, three sentences and two caresses, he had her at his mercy. Draco and he had played with her for weeks and the moisture she felt in her underwear reflected the effect and the power that he had over her.

"But what made me the maddest was undoubtedly your dress! That crinoline gave me some ideas and I'd love you to let me realize those" He added, putting his mouth a tiny millimeter of her own.

She felt herself joining him in his madness. The tiny cubicle was full of pheromones and she could almost smell desire. Unless she was really smelling it... She longed... She did not know what she wanted. No, she knew. She passionately wanted him, with a passion that she did not know she had. She muttered a bewildered yes before filling the space between their lips. They both wasted no time and once again, their tongues began a sensual dance. Harry, however, put an end far too early to the taste of the brunette who sighed frustrated and dissatisfied. He ignored her and ran his mouth along her jaw, then on her neck and gently kissed the hollow of her chest as his hands caressed her hips. Her chest was heaving rapidly under the scope of her hurried breathing. She suddenly cursed the bustier which prevented her from fully experience his sensual touch. Suddenly he disappeared under her gown and she felt him kissing one of her legs and his hands stroke them. His kisses became more feverish and yet remained equally slow. His hands went up and came to stand on each buttock and started kneading it. And finally, he arrived where she wanted. Her core. His nose rested on the lace between the place he coveted and she heard him breath her arousal several times.

"So musky and yet..." He said - his voice muffled by the petticoat - before licking her lingerie, making her moan. "And yet so sweet..."

Harry was in heaven if there was one. Still, he had to find it under the skirts of Hermione Granger. The musky scent of her excitement enveloped him and he bathed there with delight. And her arousal... The taste he had had through the lace left him breathless and at the same time hungry. He had to drink from the source. He slid her panties and breathed them for the last time before stuffing it in his pocket. And it finally took him to the Grail. Her sex was perfect. At least in his eyes. The thin line of pubic hair surmounting her clitoris seemed to indicate the procedure and he obeyed it with joy. At the first lick, Hermione thought she would faint. Harry was lapping her, exploring her with the passion a dehydrated man feels falling upon a water source. She felt like an oasis in the desert. To his tongue, he came to add a finger and began to eagerly discover her intimacy, feeling the walls and undulating to cause the greatest possible pleasure. She moaned lasciviously, lust enveloping her. Suddenly he adjoined a second finger to the first to increase the sensations while sucking her pleasure button. She felt her legs going weak and did not know what to do. Succumbing to pleasure in every sense of the word or keep a semblance of dignity? She unconsciously clung to two hooks behind her at the same time Harry put one of her legs over his shoulder to gain better access. Then everything happened very quickly. The coupled work of his tongue and fingers and the speed which came with this new position made the switch. She felt her toes tingling and pleasure spread like a tsunami through her body. The drunkenness of her orgasm made her shout the name of her lover several times, like a litany and she clung the hangers with the little strength she had left.

Harry left his comfortable prison fabric and stood to look at Hermione. The latter - smug and satisfied - drew him towards her and kissed him on the mouth, absolutely far from being disturbed by the fact of tasting herself on his lips.

"Soon, I'll take you Hermione. And then nothing will stop me... I'll leave before Lavender wonder why we take so much time" He said before kissing her tenderly.

He silently soundproofed her booth and pulled the curtain of Draco's one. He had his left forearm resting against the wall separating hers from his and his right hand in his pants.

"You killed me!" The blond said with a slight smile before cleaning his seeds with an Evanesco and buttoning his pants as if nothing happened. "The sound she makes when reaching ecstasy..." He growled remembering.

"I know this is hard for you, Draco. But tell yourself that you'll be the first to possess her, the first to find out what it's like to push yourself into her core, to discover her body... In the meantime" Continued Harry licking his upper lip "her cum tastes like ambrosia..."

Draco watched him leave, fighting a furious desire to catch the dark-haired man and press him against the nearest wall to snog him greedily and finally know the taste of Hermione's divine nectar...

Hermione had her brain off the rest of the day. She did not even notice that she was not wearing underwear. Even Lavender's knowing look did not reach her mind. Or even when the blonde gave her a little pink book. Hermione simply slipped it into her bag, without even trying to open it. She returned to the Burrow, sat next to a window and waited for Molly's calls for the meal, which she barely touched. The matriarch sent to bed with a broth, thinking that the day with Lavender had exhausted the poor girl. Hermione fell asleep as soon as her head rested on the pillow. It goes without saying that she hadn't had a good night like that one since a long time. But endorphins had deserted her brain when she awoke the next morning and realized what had happened, bringing a lot of questions. Which disappeared as soon as she read the letter an owl brought her a few minutes later.

Hermione
I know you must be trying to grind your lovely head by asking yourself unnecessary questions. Know that you do not have to be ashamed of what happened and even less to regret. Draco would have done the same thing if it was not your professor...
With love,
Harry.

She realized that if Draco left Harry interact with her, it was because of his position. She respected him even more after her realization and looked for her wallet in her purse in order to store the note she had carefully folded. Lavender'slittle pink book appeared and she took it to flip through. What kind of book the blonde had given her? The title, in gold letters, jumped in her eyes when she returned the book: Sex and Triad, a relationship guide. By Circe! Lavender had noticed! She slapped her forehead with the book before realizing that she abused a literary piece, regardless of its content. She stared for a while before finding the courage to open it and to read the table of contents.

1 -Welcome to the wonderful world of the menage a trois.
2- Relations between the two men and a woman:
a- Seduction.
b- Discovery.
c- Equality.
d- Preliminary.
e- Love with a man only.
f- The threesome:
f.1- Where the woman is the center of attention.
f.2- Where a man discover sexually another man with their woman.

The book contained a separate chapter on the relationship between two women and a man with the same kind of chapters. Hermione wondered what chapter f.2 meant and let her curiosity have the upper hand.

"Oh Oooooh! There, one can say that they actually find out!" She whispered looking at an illustration.

Wizarding drawings like the pictures, moved, omitting no detail. She was free to admire in all their glory, a woman straddling the face of one of the men, the latter giving her pleasure buccally. The woman was focused on a second man, who retaliated to his companion. She wondered what it would be with Harry and Draco and was surprised to feel more than exhilarated. She immediately closed the book to go take a shower and try to think of something else. Today was Christmas Eve and she had to revise before going to the Manor.

Eve was more than memorable. 'Molly was right to want to celebrate at the Malfoys' Hermione thought. She had just counted forty-two people! To the various Weasley added the Malfoys, Pansy and Blaise's mothers and Andromeda. The food was rich and succulent as where the various drinks. Hermione and many Weasley also laughed a lot seeing Ron fail to drink the Hyperborean vodka and then coughing while Percy did not even flinch! The evening passed more quickly than she would have thought and Harry stole her a kiss when he walked her to the room she shared with Victoire and Iris. The next day was the exchange of gifts. Children awoke all adults screaming "Gifts!" loudly at six in the morning. With so many people at the Manor, the presents under the tree hid it over one meter in height! Hermione did not have too much trouble finding gifts for the majority of those present except Harry and Draco.

She had decided to make a joint gift to Arthur and Lucius: a complete tool box accompanied by Mechanics for Dummies. For all the women of the household including Iris and Vic: a day in a wizarding spa in Iceland. This gift had cost her a small fortune, but her money had more than fructified during her disappearance! For the rest of men, includingTeddy, Arthur and Lucius, she got a private box for each game of the Quidditch All-Stars Cup. To Teddy, who shared the same love for chocolate that his father, a pass Honeydukes to learn their secrets in making sweets made of the famous bean. For all children, a box each of their favorite treat: Chocolate Frogs, Cauldron Cakes, Acid Pops... Finally, to Harry and Draco: a rare book each. A publication which Kennilworthy Whisp had used to write his famous Quidditch through the Ages, for Harry and another on the Potions Master officiating in Italy under the Borgias, for Draco. What made these books a great gift was the note she had slipped in each book.

If you expect aTriad from me, I will offer it to you for the new year, my body as well. HG

The passionate glances they threw her made her blush furiously . She took care of her own gifts to have some countenance. Molly had knitted her one of her famous sweaters but adult version. Hers was a powder pink with white stars and Molly winked at her when she saw that Harry and Draco had received the same model but in a different color. All "seniors" had bought her a pair of silver combs, finely crafted. Bill, Fleur, Percy, Audrey and Charlie had managed to get her two tickets to visit the famous library of Merlin and Camelot. She watched them with wide eyes, thanked them by hugging them and began to cry. Ginny brought her a handkerchief and she continued to unwrap her presents. From Ron, she received pictures, taken the day before, where she posed with him and Harry. From George and Angelina, a voucher for what she wanted in their shops. Teddy, Vic and Iris chose to offer her an iPod which had already been filled with a multitude of different songs. "All the songs have topped the sales over the last seventeen years" Had explained Teddy. Blaise and Theo had searched all wizarding booksellers and found, to the great joy of the brunette, a first edition of Hogwarts, a History to which they had added the latest. What had ushered new tears. Pansy and Gin gave her a wizard trunk. It contained numerous beauty potions and a box of twelve vials of a potion that Hermione did not know. She looked questioningly at Pansy, who whispered that they were contraceptive potions and she only had to take one every month on the same date.

"Don't open the drawers now" Pansy whispered. "We have put in there enough to open a lingerie shop! Merlin knows you'll need it with those!"

The brunette abruptly closed the trunk and turned to Harry and Draco, who each held a package. Boxes quivered when they laid them on the ground before her, and suddenly opened to reveal a tiny kitten and an adorable puppy.

"We could not agree" Harry began. "Draco prefers dogs ..."

"And Potter, cats. So we took you both because the salesperson told us that oddly they spent all their time together."

"Do you like them?"

"Oh, they are so sweet! How are they called?" Hermione asked, looking at her new companions.

"It's up to you to choose" Said Harry.

"The dog is a male and he is an English Bulldog" Draco added. "As for the cat, it is a Tibetan Siamese."

"It will be Gandhi for the puppy and Bastet for the lovely lady!"

"There's just you to give names like that to animals" Ron interjected.

Hermione ignored Ron and stood up to thank Harry and Draco, kissing them on the cheek. She had just experienced one of the best Christmas of her life and had been shamefully spoiled! She once again thanked everyone and sat in a corner with her two new pets for cuddling while reading the new edition of Hogwarts, a history, the first being too precious to be read with all these people!


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Next chapter will have the Ministry Ball, Lavender as a fairy godmother, a sexy Hermione, some Harmione and the NEWTs.