Hermione found herself in the familiar stacks of the Hogwarts library, it was obviously after hours because the lights were so dim. The sound of heavy books falling to the ground made her jump and she reached for her wand, only to find it wasn't on her wrist. With her heart pounding erratically in her chest she followed the soft shuffling sounds towards the restricted section. Her eyes nearly fell out of her head when she saw James and a blonde boy snogging passionately. It was only after she noticed the familiar bushy haired brunette sitting close by did she realize it was a dream.
"Honestly, is that all you two do?" 'Mione scoffed with a small smile, her eyes hooded with lust as she watched the Gryffindor and Slytherin grope each other shamelessly. Hermione couldn't help but move forward to get a better look at the trio, curious about their interactions. The bushy haired girl was looking rumpled but relaxed as she leaned lazily against the table.
"Oh, Princess..." Malfoy purred seductively as he pulled away from the raven haired boy slowly. His swollen lips twisted into a lazily grin as he moved towards her, falling to his knees at her feet. "So greedy."
Harry smiled cockily as he moved to sit on the table just behind her, swinging his leg over and forcing her back so she rested between his legs. "Yes, 'Mione, so greedy!" He mumbled softly against her cheek as Malfoy rested his hands on her knees, his finger tips resting underneath her skirt.
"I'm not greedy." 'Mione groaned softly as Harry kissed her neck and she tilted her head to the side to give him better access. Hermione stood frozen as Malfoy used the brunette's distracted state to flip her skirt up to expose her thighs, his hands moving higher and higher with his eyes glued to the couple in front of him.
"You get boy wonder all to yourself in public, I only get you both in the dead of night." Malfoy pouted petulantly as he pressed gentle, open mouthed kisses to her inner thigh.
"Mm, so much patience from our snake." 'Mione hissed as his fingers grazed her most intimate area. Suddenly, the bushy haired witch lunched forward, knocking the blonde to his back while she straddled his waist. "You should get a special reward, don't you think Harry?"
"Mm, I think you're right, 'Mione." Harry grinned broadly as she slipped off the table and kneeled down beside the blonde's head.
Hermione awoke feeling hot and flustered, throwing off her thick blankets she quickly grabbed her familiar note book and started to write down the few details she could remember. So, obviously she was dreaming of another triad but she had never seen James and Sirius act anything but brotherly towards each other. In the few books Dorea loaned her, there was nothing really about the relationships between the witches and wizards involved in the triads or quads. It only spoke of their power, bonds, or their exceptionally gifted offspring.
"What are you doing?" Petunia mumbled from the doorway, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. Hermione looked up to see her older sister looking lovely in her cotton night gown, feeling slightly envious of the way she always looked so beautiful with so little effort.
"Had a dream." Hermione mumbled, turning back to her journal to continue scribbling her thoughts. Writing another reminder to pick up a penseive or something to review memories in Diagon Alley.
"Want to tell me about it?" Petunia asked as she moved to sit beside her on the bed, her younger sister automatically moving over to give the blonde more room.
Hermione was silent for a few moment as she stared at the neat hand written notes before turning to look at her older sister critically. "Do you think James or Sirius are at all bent?" She asked abruptly, making Petunia reel back with wide eyes.
"Err...no." Petunia said slowly with a bemused expression on her face.
"Do you think it's odd I have two boyfriends?" Hermione pondered aloud as she closed the journal on her lap and leaned back on her headboard.
"I've dated multiple boys at once...but they never tried to tag team me." Petunia smirked as her sister blushed to the roots of her hair. "I mean, your magic calls to them both, right?"
"Yeah." Hermione sighed, tossing the journal on her night table and turning to face her older sister.
"Well, while I don't think I could ever handle those rowdy wizards...you just, glow...when you're around them. So, could you choose between them?" Petunia asked earnestly, taking her sister's hand in her own.
"No." She replied immediately and frowned, pondering the idea of just kissing James or only walking hand in hand with Sirius. It didn't feel right without both of them, while she certainly could talk to them one on one, they were more of a package deal.
Petunia was silent for a moment as she seemed to study her younger sister, sucking her teeth noisily. "You don't fancy one more than the other?" She persisted with narrowed eyes as if she didn't quite believe her.
"I fancy them both differently, there's no real measurement, I suppose?" Hermione sighed scrunched up her face to think for a moment of how to continue. "James is like fire, instant heat if he so much as touches me...but Sirius is like electric. My magic reacts differently to them both but it's...so strong and different and so buggering difficult to explain."
"Fire and electric?" Petunia countered with an amused smile on her face, a challenging brow raised almost to her hairline. "That seriously sounds like some silly line out of rom com or melodrama!"
"Okay, imagine you have this thing living inside of you, right?" Hermione sucked her teeth impatiently, rolling her eyes at her sister's dramatics. "Like this second heart that you can feel at all times, yeah? Well, this second bloody organ literally vibrates inside of you whenever your near a certain someone...or someones. Just being around them makes you feel all content and hot and fuzzy and uncomfortable all at the same time but when they touch you? That's when it really makes you want to leap out of your skin."
"So, that's how your magic reacts to them?" Petunia asked curiously, she always wondered what it was like to have magic. Her sisters couldn't accurately describe it when they were younger but she would watched enviously as the twins would wield such unnatural power with ease.
"Yes, I can absolutely admit that I thought Benji was fit and I fancied him but when I held his hand?" Hermione paused and looked her sister in the eye to try and gauge her reaction. "It was like that extra heart cringed in my chest and I knew it was wrong."
"Sounds bloody awful." Petunia exclaimed, scrunching her nose up in disgust. "Why did you ask if I thought they were bent?"
"I had a dream about another triad, I think." Hermione said hesitantly, reaching out to grab her journal. Her older sister sat silently as she opened the worn book to the latest entry. "There was two wizards and one witch like us but the wizards...they were snogging, like furiously, all out, violent snogging. I don't think I've ever seen Sirius and James act anything but brotherly."
"Well...either they are very good at hiding it or...they don't like cock." Petunia said bluntly, causing her younger sister to squeak as her face bloomed with color. They both dissolved into giggles and had to bury their face into pillows to stifle the loud laughter.
"Brilliant!" Hermione gasped, being the first to calm herself down. "But I have a serious problem."
Petunia's shoulders shook for a moment longer before she sat up, hugging the pillow to her chest and looked at her sister's earnest expression. "What?"
"How do you asked your new boyfriends if they've been buggering each other?" Hermione asked with a straight face, they silently stared at each other for a long moment before they fell back against their pillows in laughter.