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Summary: Harry is caught in a love triangle to rival all else. He's found himself questioning his sexuality and is owning up to his attraction to Draco Malfoy. Meanwhile Draco is cozying up to Hermione, who won't give him the time of day. And Hermione keeps thinking there's hope for her and Harry to have a future together. It's a tangled web of emotions and will anyone get what they want? Set a couple of years after Hogwarts ended. Told from Harry's POV. Drarry, with undertones of Dramione.

Three is a Crowd

After our talk about the skiing holiday, Draco told me he didn't want to go home. He wanted to stay with me. So I offered to have him stay in my room with me since it was warmer than the couch. He readily accepted and we made our way up the stairs holding hands the entire way. I had no idea what to expect from this night as Draco had admitted to loving me earlier. Would something happen between us again? Would he initiate it this time? Would we have sex? I had no idea, but I was ready for anything. We got into my room and started undressing for bed, but unlike after the bathtub encounter we weren't ripping each other's clothes off. It was a solitary endeavor but that didn't make me less excited. When we crawled into bed together, I immediately cuddled up to him. I wanted to feel him next to me. I wanted his warmth to be near me. And I think he wanted it too because he pulled me close and kissed my ear and just held me tightly. I could tell he was emotionally exhausted from earlier and his outburst, but I didn't want him to fall asleep yet.

"Draco?" I asked softly.

"Yes?"

"I love you."

There was a few moments of silence and then Draco kissed my cheek and whispered into my ear.

"I love you too."

And then he just nestled his face in my neck and proceeded to fall asleep despite my longings for something else to happen between us. But he was drunk and tired and emotionally drained. I understood why he fell asleep. But I couldn't sleep because I just kept thinking of him being married off to some bird none of us knew. Astoria. What a name. Where did she even come from? I don't remember her from school. But then again I didn't know many Slytherin's, of which I assumed she was one. Of course, maybe she went to a different wizarding school like Beauxbatons? Anything was possible. And Draco said he didn't know her so the likelihood of her being a Slytherin was small. Unless she was really super young. What if she was just eighteen now and we never paid attention to her because she was so much younger than us? I just really wanted to know more about her. I wondered if it was at all possible Draco would learn to love her. What if she was a terrible person? He deserved better than that.

Finally sleep claimed me and I was awoken when Draco squeezed me tightly and then rolled away from me. I felt the absence of his body crushed next to mine and it woke me up. I looked over my shoulder to see what he was doing and he was pulling on his trousers.

"Leaving so soon?" I asked with disappointment.

"I need some coffee. I can smell it from the kitchen. You don't mind if I go get a cup do you?" he asked with a yawn.

"No, that's fine. I'll come with," I said, throwing back the covers.

"Harry, if it's all the same to you, I'd like to speak to Hermione alone for a minute. I want to be the one who tells her about the situation and the skiing holiday. You don't mind, do you?" he asked me cautiously.

"No I don't mind," I lied.

I did in fact mind quite a lot, but what good would it do for me to stop him. He loved her too. He wanted his moment with her. He already had his moment with me. All night as it happens. I shouldn't complain, but sometimes I still do. I just wish it wasn't as complicated as it was. Loving me was enough to make him lose his trust fund and his mind, but loving two people? I didn't know how I'd handle something like that. Especially when there was this third person everyone wanted you to marry. It made no real sense to me. I just wished there was something I could do to stop this. Like run down the aisle during the wedding and proclaim my undying devotion. Or make him marry Hermione so at least he'd be in my life somewhat. Although they might move out of my house if they married. No sense sharing space with me if that happened. But it wasn't going to happen. Just like it wasn't going to happen for me and Draco either. I knew I needed to let him go eventually, but today was not that day. And I seethed up in my room, wondering what was going on downstairs in my kitchen over coffee. I was going to give them an acceptable amount of time to talk and then I was just barging in. It was my house too. I didn't want to be locked in my room while things transpired downstairs in my kitchen.

So I waited and waited and after twenty minutes, I got myself dressed and out of bed. I crept down the stairs wondering if I'd catch them in a compromising position on the couch or something, but it appeared they were both still in the kitchen. So I went in there and found Hermione and Draco sitting at the kitchen table holding hands and drinking coffee together. They let go of their hands immediately when they saw me, but it was too late. I'd caught them. And Hermione looked away from me guiltily.

"Draco was just telling me his woes. I felt bad for him. That's why I was holding his hand," she tried to explain.

I just held up my own hand and stopped her from speaking.

"No worries. I'm just gonna get some coffee. Did Draco tell you about the holiday he wants to take?" I asked, trying to be cool about the entire thing, but I really wasn't.

"Yes, he told me all about it. In fact, he booked us all a suite at one of the best resorts. I've seen the place before when I went skiing with my folks in the past. Sometimes it's fun to have a rich friend," she smiled slightly.

"Just one room eh? For all three of us?" I inquired curiously.

"Afraid that's all they had left. The presidential suite. But there are sofas in the room someone could sleep on. But really, why the pretense of that? We've all slept in your bed on more than one occasion. I think we can handle it," Draco laughed slightly.

"True. I guess I thought maybe Hermione and I would have our own room," I said trying to erase the image of them holding hands out of my mind.

"No, maybe another time? Of which I know there likely won't be another time. But still," Draco mumbled.

"I'm going to get dressed," Hermione said as she rose from the table clad only in her robe and nightgown again. I watched as Draco watched her leave and then he sighed and laid his head on the table.

"So how did Hermione take the news about Astoria?" I asked as I replaced her in the chair in front of him.

"She didn't take it well. She said it was ridiculous to marry a person I didn't love. Pretty much how you reacted. She thinks I should tell my parents to shove it. But I can't. I don't know how to do that," he confessed.

"It might not be easy, and you might lose your money, but wouldn't it be worth it to live life the way you want?" I wondered.

Draco laughed bitterly.

"Right, because the life I want is so simple. I'm in love with two people. I can't choose one. Do I marry you both? Is that how I fix my life? Face it Harry, this is probably a blessing because it gets me out of this twisted triangle of crap I'm in now."

I didn't like to think of our love being called a twisted triangle of crap, but I did understand where he was coming from. The situation was far from ideal. I still didn't understand how a person loved more than one person. Eventually you'd have to choose one or the other. But I guess that's why he said this would simple up his life. He was choosing a third person that he didn't even love at all, just to get out of the mess we're in. I don't even know how it got to this point. But I was glad that I knew who I loved and wanted to be with even if I shared a spot in that person's heart with someone else. At least I had a part of him his wife would never have. But that just made me even more sad for his future. What if he never loved Astoria at all? Would we be secret lovers behind her back? Or would he choose to go that route with Hermione instead? Or would he really be done with us both and remain faithful and loyal to his wife? I had no idea and knew now wasn't the time to ask him. He'd likely thought of all the scenarios already and didn't want to talk about them with me yet. Or maybe ever. Sometimes Draco didn't like to talk about stuff. But I usually got him to open up pretty good when I tried. But this was a question I wasn't going to ask. How can you ask a man to cheat on his wife with you? I'd be the worst kind of person in the world. And that's not me. Or at least I don't want it to be me.

I finally found something I could say though, so I said it.

"I'm sorry that you're in a twisted triangle of crap. I certainly never meant to cause this situation," I told him.

"I know that. It's not your fault. Hell, I don't think it's anyone's fault really. Neither of you asked for this. And I certainly didn't ask for it. It all just happened," he explained. "Like I said, I've loved you for years Harry. But I never dreamed we'd act on that or that you'd even give me the time of day. And with Hermione? It was a slower burn. I was obsessed with her in school and when we started working together, I just couldn't help but fall for her. It wasn't school anymore and I didn't have anyone to impress by insulting either one of you. So I just became your friend. And then my feelings just went haywire. How can you choose between two amazing people that are completely and totally different?"

I had no real good answer to that, but part of me wanted to know who he'd choose if he had to and there was no Astoria. But I think I knew the answer was Hermione just because it was less scandalous. So I didn't even ask. I just changed the subject entirely and asked about the vacation.

"You know, I've only gone skiing once and I didn't do so well at it. Turns out I'm not as naturally gifted with skis as I was with a broom," I chuckled softly, trying to break the tension.

"They have a bunny slope. Or you could always sip cocoa in the lodge all day while Hermione and I skied?" he posed to me with a slight smirk.

"That sounds awful to me. I'll just have to try harder to keep up. I don't want to be left out."

"You won't be. I promise. There's always sledding too, if that's more your speed. They have a children's area."

"Great, the children's area. Just where I wanna spend my time," I laughed.

He was smiling at me now and it felt good to know I could distract him enough to smile at least. I just wish I could fix his problem.

A few days went by and Hermione and I busied ourselves in our free time planning for the holiday. We were taking Friday off and going to the ski lodge with Draco. We saw him in the evenings when he'd inevitably show up on our doorstep wanting to drink. He drank a lot more than usual now. But we always let him in and a couple times we joined him in drink. Which led to some comical moments where we tried to play Twister and almost tied ourselves in knots. We also played wizard chess and poker too. Hermione taught us how to play that one. She's a bluffer. She won almost every time. But I just chalked it up to her knowing the game a lot better than Draco and I did. But we had fun together. The three of us. And Hermione no longer protested being in his presence. I think because we all knew there was so little time left. We weren't even sure how long we had. Draco was avoiding his family right now, which meant he was avoiding talking about his upcoming wedding. But it still loomed over us and I wasn't even jealous of Hermione anymore. Not after we talked and I realized she did in fact care very much for Draco. She admitted it. But she wanted to be a good friend and let me have him. But now that I wasn't having him either, we both sort of felt like we should just share our time with him. That's how much I loved her. I was willing to share the man I was crazy about with her, just so she'd be happy too. And Draco didn't really know what to do with himself because he had two people paying attention to him. But it was kind of great. The three of us had more fun in just a few days than I can remember ever having in my life.

Once we got to the ski lodge they let us up to our room. It was spectacular. A view of the slopes from the picturesque windows and a hot tub right in the room. Plus a large king sized bed which we all jumped on once we got inside. We were laughing and joking and Draco said the bed was great for a threesome. He got smacked by both of us for that one. But it was a friendly smack. No damage done. And he just said we'd come around eventually. He was loving the attention and having two people that he loved fawning over him. But it felt like we had so much to do and like time was running out. Which is kind of silly because Draco was going to get married, not die. It's not as if we'd never see him again. But we also knew things would never be like this again, so therein lied the urgency to enjoy every second. We were lying on the big bed together with Hermione and I both laying on Draco's chest. He had his arms around both of us and we were just drinking in the atmosphere. Until I spoke that is.

"So does Daddy know where you are this weekend?" I wondered curiously.

"Are you kidding, Potter? Of course not. I told him I was sick. I've pretended to be sick all week actually. He's going to send healers to my door probably if I keep it up," Draco admitted.

"Maybe you should have told him you left town?" Hermione piped up.

"Nah, then he'd ask a lot of questions about who I was with. I don't need to tell him. He'll give up eventually. He must know I'm avoiding him. I was so taken aback by my so-called Christmas present in Astoria, that I think he understood just how cross I was. I wasn't very polite. She probably hates me already and is running away from her family too with her secret lovers," Draco laughed slightly.

"Do you think she has lovers? Or a lover, singular? Or do you think she's really waiting for you?" I asked him.

"I haven't a clue. She's very young. She might be waiting for me. But I'm not waiting for her. That's for damn sure," he said with a sigh.

"Maybe she won't be so bad?" Hermione offered him.

"Yeah, maybe?" I backed her up.

"Look, I really, really don't want to talk about Astoria. Let's just pretend she doesn't exist okay? We still have tons of daylight left. Why don't we hit the slopes for a bit? The room will still be here later," he said getting up from the bed and leaving us both wanting his touch again. But neither of us verbalized it.

We just got ready to hit the slopes and I was nervous because like I mentioned to Draco, I'm not a very good skier. But I wanted to keep up with them because they've been doing this all their lives. So I got into the chair lift with them and we rode to the top of the mountain. It was so high up I thought for sure I would die or at least break every bone I had coming down. But I managed to do okay for myself. I only crashed into a snow bank a few times, but then I was able to get myself together enough to go down the rest of the way. They'd beaten me though and were both fretting at the bottom of the mountain over me. They worried I'd perished violently on the hill. But I raced up to them and got snow all over them as I crashed at their feet and rolled onto my back.

"I made it!" I proclaimed happily even though I crashed and burned at their feet.

"Harry! Are you alright?" Hermione worried about me.

"I'm fine. I'm fine. I didn't die, so go me!" I said trying to pick myself off the ground.

"We thought you hit a tree or something when didn't come down right after us," Draco said sounding concerned.

"I'm not that inept. I'll be fine. We can go again if you want to?" I offered, even though I really had enough already but we'd barely even started. I was more suited to the bunny hill or the cocoa in the lodge. But I was determined to be a trooper.

So we went up the mountain again and again and tried different runs. I sucked at all of them, but I did get a little better as the day wore on. Soon it was nightfall though and even though the slopes were well lit, I managed to talk the two of them into stopping and having supper at least. So we trudged into the lodge and deposited all our gear in the appropriate spots and got dressed in our nice clothes for supper. Hermione wore a blue dress that made her look spectacular, I had to admit. And I was in another suit I'd gotten after my first nice suit got ruined in the bath. Draco of course always looked smashing. We got a table in the restaurant and ordered two bottles of wine. Hermione said she could polish off one by herself and I was certain Draco and I could too. We ended ordering four bottles of wine altogether and I'm not sure which one of us was more drunk. We all were. Very, very drunk. And we tumbled into the lift to go back to our room and Hermione and I both were hanging on Draco's arm. But he was so drunk himself he kept telling us we were going to make him fall over. So we tried to stand on our own.

Once we got to our room Draco started taking off his clothes. He wanted to go in the hot tub, which I wasn't sure was such a good idea with all of us so drunk. But I supposed you probably couldn't drown in a hot tub. So I took off my clothes too and we were both just in our boxers. Hermione was a little shyer and didn't want to come in at first. But then we reminded her how we jumped into her bathtub that one time while she was naked so she had me unzip her dress and she slipped into the hot tub in her knickers and bra. I noticed Draco smiling at her appreciatively but I didn't let it hurt me. Or at least I tried not to let it hurt me. After all, I was with him too. And he'd glanced at me too before I got in the tub. It was all just so confusing because he wanted us both. And we wanted him. And now we were all wet in a hot tub together. And very, very drunk. I should have known it was a bad idea. But I wasn't going to say anything. Nuh-uh. It wasn't my job to tell everyone badness was gonna happen, because it really was out of my control. There should never have been a hot tub in the room in the first place. But at first things were good. I'm getting ahead of myself here. I just knew things weren't going to stay innocent and good like they started out. But first we did a truth or dare session because Hermione insisted.

"Draco you go first," she told him. "Truth or dare?"

"Truth," he said unafraid of what she'd ask him as we had no real secrets anymore.

"How old were you the first time you had sex?" she wondered mischievously.

"That's easy. I was fifteen."

"Fifteen? With who?" she wondered.

"That's two questions," he laughed at her.

"But I'm curious! Who was it?"

"I know who it was," I piped up with a snicker. I did in fact know the answer to this simply by default. Draco only ever dated one girl in school. "Pansy Parkinson," I proclaimed.

"How the fuck did you know that?" Draco asked with amusement.

"Because. I watched you intently for the entirety of the school years and she's the only girl you ever went out with. It had to be her," I said surely.

"Why were you watching me so fucking intently huh?" he asked me pointedly.

"Don't ask. Mostly because I thought you were evil."

"Evil? Was I evil? I mean, I did some bad things, but is that considered evil?" Draco wondered.

"I don't know. I thought you were a cockroach though," Hermione chuckled to herself.

"Right, right. I know. Foul evil loathsome cockroach, I believe was what you said to me. I might be wrong," he laughed right back at her.

"Sounds about right."

"Okay, my turn. Someone hit me with a dare." I said trying to get some attention focused on me.

Draco turned to me and smirked.

"I dare you to take off your boxers and throw them across the room."

"You'd like that wouldn't you?" I teased him.

"I might?" he wagged his eyebrows at me.

"Fine."

I took off my boxers and threw them across the room and I had to admit it felt kind of nice to be in a hot tub naked. Even if I was the only one at this point.

But I wouldn't be for long.

"Hermione's turn. Do you want a truth or a dare?" Draco asked her.

"Truth."

It was my turn to ask her and I wanted to go easy on her so I tried to think of something non-embarrassing to ask her.

"Who was your first crush?" I asked her finally. I thought she'd say Ron but she surprised me by saying something totally out of left field.

"Professor Lockhart."

We all burst out laughing in the hot tub and she was looking at us like we were mean.

"Stop laughing! It's not funny. He was dreamy!" she said with her own laughter.

"You crushed on that ponce?" Draco was disbelieving.

"I couldn't help it! He was so handsome. I just wish he wasn't a fraud. That made him so much less appealing."

"God you have tragic taste in men, Hermione," I told her with a chuckle.

"Shut up. I love you don't I?" she stuck out her tongue at me.

"Yeah, and I'm gay. So that's pretty tragic," I pointed out.

"Alright fine. So maybe it's a little tragic, but not always. I had some good men in my life," she insisted. "It's my turn again to ask Draco for a truth or dare."

"Dare."

"Ooh, shit is getting serious now," I laughed because I was very drunk and this was very funny to me. But I was about to not be the only naked person in the hot tub.

"Take off your drawers and throw them across the room," she smirked right at him.

"Happily," he said as he peeled them off and tossed them aside.

We kept going around and asking silly questions and doing stupid dares and eventually Hermione lost her bra. Then it came time for me to ask Draco a truth and I just had to ask him again about his fucking feet. I swear I'm not a foot fetish person, but his foot kept rubbing up against mine under the water and his feet were so damn smooth. So I looked at him and asked him if he got pedicures.

"What?" he laughed at me and shook his head.

"You have to answer truthfully!" I reminded him.

"No I do not get pedicures. I've never had a pedicure in all my life. I take care of my own feet," he insisted.

"Really? Because you do have nice feet. I noticed when you were rubbing against my leg with your foot how smooth it was," Hermione piped up and that's when I realized he was playing footsie with both of us under that water. I don't know why that upset me given the circumstances but it did a little.

I frowned at him.

"I think you're lying," I said.

"Nope. Why do you give a fuck about my feet anyway?" he chuckled.

"I don't. They're just nice is all. Much nicer than mine."

"Hell they're nicer than mine and I spend a fortune getting my feet polished to perfection every two weeks," Hermione giggled.

"You two lot are weird. Foot freaks. I've never even looked at either of your feet yet you guys are complimenting mine?" he shook his head and laughed heartily.

This just caused all of us to bring our feet out of the water and make a little pyramid with them and my feet were by far the ugliest and hairiest. I think that's because Draco's hair is white blonde and Hermione probably shaves any girlish hair she might have. I looked like a Hobbit compared to them and I verbalized this which caused everyone else to burst into laughter and start calling me Bilbo Baggins. And Hermione admitted that the Lord of the Rings was one of her favorite book series. We got a little off topic with that for a while until Draco decided he'd heard enough and called her a nerd.

"I'm not a nerd! I just like to read a lot," she protested.

"I like nerds," Draco shrugged. "Didn't I tell you Harry that I liked nerdy girls?"

"Uh, you said you liked smart girls. Is that the same thing?"

"Nerdy, smart, whatever. I like it. I wasn't insulting you," he insisted.

"You weren't?" she asked hopefully.

"No. I think you're marvelous. I like that you're nerdy and bookish. I kind of am too honestly. I read that series as a child and loved it too."

"Really? What's your favorite part?"

They sat and talked about Lord of the Rings for way longer than I wanted them to. I'd never read it, but I did see part of one of the movies on the telly. Mostly it was just a lot of walking around and talking. I was feeling left out so I reached under the water and poked Draco's side. I intended to tickle him and make him laugh and forget all about Lord of the Rings. But mostly I just hurt him a little and he gave me a look.

"Am I not paying enough attention to you, Harry?" he asked with a smirk.

"Not really. I don't know anything about this book series other than to know my feet look like Hobbit feet. But I'd rather none of you remember that about me," I admitted.

"You need me to pay a little attention to you? You need a kiss?" he asked in a sing-song voice trying to make fun of me.

But I just let him do it and I nodded my head and said yes please. And he delivered. I didn't think he would. Not with a naked Hermione sitting right across from him. But he planted his lips on mine and our tongues mingled for a glorious few moments before he pulled back and smiled at me. Then Hermione jumped into my arms and kissed me too before I knew what was going on. I think she was not only very drunk but afraid I was feeling left out. But before I could even process her kiss, Draco had grabbed her off of me and kissed her long and deep while I just watched. His hands were on her naked and wet breasts and I felt myself get excited even though I was watching my love and my best friend making out. It was a confusing boner, especially since they'd both kissed me. But I decided to join in the fun. I didn't want to watch anymore. So I kissed my way down Draco's neck and nibbled the skin between his neck and shoulder. He reached around and grabbed my ass with one hand, while his other hand stayed on Hermione's breast. That's when I realized that things were going to get bad. And out of hand. They already were. We were crossing so many lines, I wasn't even sure we'd drawn any at this point. The lines were nothing but a dot to us. And a dot never stopped anyone from doing what felt right and good in the moment. We all took turns making out with each other and groping one another, although I didn't grope Hermione until she grabbed my free hand and placed it on her breast. I wasn't sure what to do with it, but it felt kind of nice in my hand. It was all warm and wet and I could feel her stiff peak against my hand. But why was she doing this? She knew I was gay. But I don't think that factored into anything anymore because we were all kissing and touching and everything after that was a blur.

The next thing I knew we'd gotten towels and dried off and stumbled to the bed where we continued our lust fest. Draco was on top of Hermione who still had her knickers on but they were wet and not holding much back. I was caressing Draco's ass and kissing his back and he just reached around and grabbed my erection and began wanking me off a little. I was in heaven. Sweet bliss of heaven. Except my best friend was lying there naked too and Draco had his mouth on her breasts now, while he worked me over from behind. I wanted so badly to scoot Hermione off the bed and just have Draco to myself, but I knew that wasn't happening. A threesome was happening. The very thing we'd all laughed about when were first got there. We swore we'd never do it, and yet here we were. Doing it. And doing it mighty well, I have to say. No one seemed to feel left out and Draco got the best of both worlds. The only thing that confused me was when Hermione would initiate something sexual with me but I guess maybe she'd waited a long time to be with me that way and was taking whatever she could get. And I wasn't stopping her. I should have stopped her. I really should have. She was drunk. But so was I. And that's why I say all of this was bad. It was both amazing and bad. And so, so confusing. When it was all over we all just laid there naked together in a heap. Draco had gotten Hermione off with his fingers and he got me off with his other hand. And I got him off with Hermione helping me along. No actual intercourse took place, but that didn't seem to matter. We were a tangled mess of limbs and confusion and drunken lust. No one even knew what to say.

It's amazing how when you're in the act of fucking around, you lose all sense of reason and right and wrong. You just do whatever feels good in the moment, but when it's all done, you sometimes regret your actions. And I regretted mine. With Hermione. I didn't want to mess up our friendship by sending her confusing signals like she was sending me. But I just chalked it up to a hypersexual moment on all our parts and I tried not to hate myself too much. But it was safe to say that I'd seen Hermione naked up close and personal this time. I even touched her breasts. But it was still Draco I lusted for. I couldn't help it. Hermione was the best person in the world. I just didn't get off on her the way I did with Draco. I wished I could change myself sometimes to be what she wanted. Because we both knew we were losing Draco and all that would be left would be us. And now I feared that was going to be weird now. And I couldn't have that be weird. It was me who got myself up off the bed first and went into the bathroom without saying a word to anyone. The two of them were still cuddled up and I just looked in the mirror and wondered what the fuck I'd just done. But soon Draco joined me in the bathroom and didn't even knock. I guess we had no secrets from each other now. He just proceeded to take a piss next to me, but he didn't say a word.

When we got back into the bedroom Hermione was dressed in her nightgown and robe and sitting in a chair facing the window. Again, none of us spoke. Draco and I just got dressed in pajamas and tried not to look at each other. Everything had changed now. It was awkward and weird. And I really didn't want it to be awkward and weird. But I think we were all coming down from our drunken buzz and the sexual tension that had always been such a huge part of our relationships and now no one knew what to say. I finally went to Hermione in the chair and put my hand on her shoulder.

"Are you alright?" I asked her softly.

She nodded and smiled up at me.

"I'm fine Harry. That was just a bit wild for me. I'm rather embarrassed," she admitted with a slight cringe.

"Don't be embarrassed with me. It's okay. All of it. I don't want this to change things," I told her.

"It already has changed things. We had a threesome. Together! God, what was I thinking?" she held her face in her hands.

I knelt down in front of her and held her hands.

"I love you, Hermione. And Draco loves you too. You didn't do anything wrong."

And I wanted to tell myself the same thing because I had to believe what we did wasn't wrong.

"Why do I feel so dirty now then?" she asked me with tears forming in her eyes.

"Don't feel that way. It wasn't dirty. It was love. You love Draco right?" I asked her quietly.

She nodded her head.

"I've tried not to but I do. I do love him," she admitted.

"I love him too. And I guess maybe this was just inevitable."

"Inevitable? I could have stopped this. But I didn't. I didn't want to," she whispered. "I was finally having both of you, whom I love so much."

I realized in that moment that Hermione was in love with two people as well. Me and Draco. Is this really what our life had become? Before I could ponder it further or say anything else to her, Draco came up behind us. He put his hands on her shoulders and leaned down and kissed her cheek.

"I love you, Hermione. I always will. No matter what happens," he whispered to her, and it broke my heart to hear. But then he looked up at me and kissed my cheek too. "I love you too, Harry. And nothing will change that."

I just stood there while Hermione let tears fall from her eyes and Draco stood there staring at both of us. I felt like I wasn't part of the 'I love two hopeless people' club, but I was still hopeless. I loved both of them too. I loved Hermione like a sister and I loved Draco like no one else in the world. I guess it really was possible to love two people at the same time. Even if my love for Hermione was different than the love I held for Draco. It was still love. And it was still all consuming. Because I had to have her not upset with me for anything that transpired. But I'd already said my peace and there didn't seem to be more to say. We all finally drifted back to the bed and climbed in with Draco in the middle. We both cuddled up to him and I held Hermione's hand over his stomach. That's how we fell asleep. And I felt like maybe, just maybe we'd survive this badly contrived lovemaking session. Something I never dreamed I'd witness outside of a porno. But this was my life. And it really happened. And I had to find a way to live with it. I just hoped everyone else could as well.

To be continued….Please leave some feedback for this story! I'm hoping you all are enjoying this twisted love story.