Oh… Opposition. How droll
Hermione removed herself from her lovers. She stood up and smiled as she watched Fleur reach out for Narcissa and Narcissa shift over and let Fleur curl around her. Hermione sometimes wished she had a polaroid camera so that she can catch these moments and keep them forever. There was a subtle knock on the door, and Hermione sighed as she walked from the paradise, she found with these two magnificent women.
"You have a visitor, Mistress," Blake said as he looked up to Hermione. Hermione knelt down and placed her hand on his shoulder.
"Never call me mistress. You serve me only because it is what you do. I understand that, but you are not my servant. Now… Who is at my door?" Hermione said standing up.
"Master Draco," Blake said. Hermione froze.
"Draco Malfoy?" she asked, and Blake nodded, "You are tied to him still?" she asked narrowing her eyes thinking.
"No, Mistress Narcissa…." Hermione gave him a look, "Narcissa unbound us. I only serve her now because she is your mate, essentially married," Blake said and Hermione's eyes shot into her hairline.
"We will talk more of that marital part later," she said as she sped to her room.
"Narcissa wake up," Hermione said.
"No, ten more minutes," she murmured. Hermione smiled but schooled her features.
"Your son wants admittance to our quarters," Hermione said and both Fleur and Narcissa shot up in their bed.
"My son?" Narcissa asked as she ran her hands through her hair. Fleur put a hand on her back.
"Do you want me to turn him away?" Hermione asked. Then Narcissa reached out.
"No! No, I haven't seen him in so long," she said then Hermione took a deep breath.
"Do you wish to be hidden?" she asked and Narcissa closed her eyes as if she was hit in the gut.
"I think I better be. I am supposed to be dead right," Narcissa said with a grit to her teeth. Hermione sat on the bed, and pulled Narcissa close.
"I want your son to know the truth, my love. This is not fair to you," Hermione said and Narcissa looked to her young lover. She took Hermione's lips, and sighed. She nodded. Hermione nodded and then crawled over and kissed Fleur eliciting a smile and a whack to her bum from Narcissa, as she sped from the room in her pajamas and a robe.
"Send him in Blake," Hermione said as she went to get tea started. Draco came in their common room, and eyed Hermione. She nodded his way and brought a tea service with four cups.
"I came to tell you that I hate your bloody guts," he said. Hermione paused as she lifted her cup of tea to her lips. He didn't sit down, and then the door opened. Fleur came from the room, and Draco had the grace to blush.
"Bonjour Draco," Fleur said coldly. She heard every word that had escaped his lips. Draco looked from Hermione to Fleur.
"Its so Magnificent for you to be together isn't it? The third wheel is gone, and you would go about your life. Disgusting," Draco sneered.
"Is there a real reason why you are here Draco?" Hermione asked narrowing her eyes at the boy who tormented her for the past 4 years.
"I want to know how you feel galivanting about this castle knowing my mother died to protect your mudblood carcass?" Draco asked. Hermione nodded.
"So, you decided to come to my quarters, well before breakfast to have this conversation in private away from prying eyes, to do what? Get me to tell you I am sorry? I wish she were here right now? What do you want from me Draco?" Hermione asked not giving in.
"I want my fucking mother back you mudblood bitch!" he raged.
"That's enough!" came from behind Hermione. Another woman came from the bedroom Fleur vacated. Draco looked at the three of them and his face spoke volumes.
"You replaced her?!" Draco accused.
"NEVER!" Hermione growled standing closing her hand into a fist. Draco backed up, "Your mother meant the fucking world to me, to Fleur. We love her without bounds, and expectations. The word unconditional doesn't even cover it, you pompous twat!" Hermione growled back to her nemesis turned stepson.
"Then who the fuck is that harlot?!" he asked standing and shouted at Hermione. Hermione lifted her hand to smack the taste out of Draco's mouth. Mid swing her wrist was engulfed in a strong grip. Hermione looked in the hazel eyes of Narcissa's disguise.
Those same eyes zeroed in on the boy and he smirked at Hermione.
"See even the harlot knows her place as replacement," Hermione saw red, but the resounding pop in the room did not come from Hermione's hand.
"My father…" Draco began and then the woman grinned evilly at Draco as she walked toward him straight into one of the chairs. As soon as he plunked into the furniture, she leaned over him anger rolled over him waves.
"Let me guess, daddy can't fix everything anymore, and your mummy is dead so you feel you have to come here and attack the only people you can use as an outlet for that rage," Narcissa and pushed from Draco and took a deep breath, "I am disappointed in you," she whispered.
"Who the hell cares about your opinion, replacement," Draco spat and then Narcissa spun and faced her son. She looked to Hermione.
"Draco, I need you to make an oath not to let what leaves this room to end up anywhere else," Hermione said.
"Why would I do that?" he sneered.
Narcissa went to Hermione and placed a kiss to her lips.
"Thank you for trying my little love, but let me handle the rest," Narcissa said and Fleur took Hermione into her arms. Hermione shook with her rage. Fleur felt it flaring inside of their young lover. They all decided that inside of this room or in extreme circumstances, they would be open with their bond. Hermione sighed as Fleur embraced her from behind and Hermione rest her head on Fleur's shoulder and hugged Fleur's arms around her. They both sighed when Narcissa cast the glamour away. Hermione almost snickered when Draco looked at his mother.
"Hello Little Lord," she said, and he sprang to his feet. She smiled as he barreled into her, hugged her tightly, almost bone crushingly. He pulled from her with wet eyes.
"I thought…" Draco could not finish his sentence as Narcissa drew him into her arms. She held him, swayed him back and forth and let her son cry into her shoulder. She eased him onto the sofa, and simply let him heal, let him feel, and let him purge.
"I am so sorry," he said as soon as he could speak.
"You owe Hermione the apology not me. I felt your love for me Draco. I am honored you championed me, but you attacked them without cause or reason. Hermione," Narcissa said and looked to the embracing lovers, "Hermione and Fleur are not your enemies love. They never have been. They will work with me to protect you and love you for I love you. But you need to stop this feud," she told her son. He nodded.
"She made it very easy when she declared to be houseless last night. No reason for a Slytherin to hate someone without a house. Then she won the damn tournament, so we know she is powerful," Draco looked to Hermione and Hermione clenched her jaw not sure of what to expect.
"You saved her, didn't you?" Draco asked and then Hermione stepped forward.
"No, I didn't," she looked and found Blake and motioned him over, "this little guy saved us. Then we finally came together over summer, healed the best we could right before we came to school. We helped each other heal. Draco you must understand," Hermione took a chance and held out her hand. He took it and stood with her.
"We are bonded," Hermione said, and Draco snatched his hand away and turned beet red. Hermione smiled, "No, you git. Blake inadvertently bonded our souls when he used soul magic to maintain a piece of us so we would not die," Hermione looked to Draco and could see him blink and just for kicks, "I haven't fucked your mom Draco… yet," she said with a wink, and then Draco groaned and turned even more red than he had.
"Well, thank you for that Granger," he sighed and then looked around. It was then that the door to the other room opened and in came a very awake and dressed for the day Luna.
"Hello, everyone. Good morning Draco," Luna said as she bounded up to Hermione and hugged her side. Draco watched this and then turned to his mother and Fleur.
"You are both ok with her hanging off your mate?" he asked inflamed.
"Oh Draco, I don't Hang off Hermione. I love her," Luna said and the three women in the room shared a look, "Hermione it is nearly time for you to get ready in your badass persona. Don't be late, unless you want another dramatic appearance. I can't wait. See you soon," Luna said and then skipped out of the portrait.
"She's in on this?" Draco asked and the three remaining women blinked.
"Draco, we are not sure where Luna stands, and I feel that is a conversation for later, but as she has said. She adores Hermione. She is Hermione's closest friend. As for All of us, you know now. Do you think you can keep it to yourself?" Narcissa asked and Draco nodded. Immediately she broke into his mind, and Draco doubled over.
"We need to practice Occlumency," Narcissa turned, "Fleur, can we learn the Veela way as well, so he has more than one shield?" Narcissa said and Fleur nodded.
"Of course, seeing as he is a Veela, it should be easy for him to shift between the two, and use it to his benefit," Fleur said, and then looked to Hermione, "Would you like to learn another form of Occlumency, mon amour?" Fleur asked and Hermione beamed. Hermione turned to Draco.
"Off with you. I have to put my suit of armor on, and a mask to boot," Hermione smiled at the boy and he smiled back.
"So, you are not really the badass you portrayed last night, are you?" Draco smirked his question.
"OH, no she isn't," Fleur said and then looked to Narcissa.
"She is exponentially more," Narcissa said looking down at Hermione. The girl blushed and then sighed.
"Well I'm off the get my physical shields up. Draco tonight after classes, lets have tea here, and maybe our first lessons until we can figure out things with the room of requirement," Hermione offered. Draco nodded and he looked down. Blake took his hand and ushered him to the portrait.
Hermione turned around and two gorgeous witches seemed to pounce on her. Their conversation was not of words. It was of lips, tongues, caresses and embraces. Hermione was ushered into their bedroom. Hermione looked to her watch. She smiled as she looked to her lovers. Some time for some seriously heavy petting was indeed within her time limits.
Breakfast
The children ate and then chatted about their day as they got their timetables.
"Oy! Harry what do you have for First?" Ron asked as he noticed a change in his schedule.
"I am taking Madame Pomfrey's opportunity to train healers. That will be last period, so I have DADA with the claws. Sorry Mate. Our classes seem a bit off," Harry said.
"Why healing? That's shite," Ron said and then Harry tilted his head.
"Do you realize how often I am in that infirmary for a minor injury, or you for that matter. Even Her…" he stopped himself. Hermione's name seemed to set off the red head. Harry just stopped and continued eating then he felt hands on his shoulders.
"He chose wisely for he knows the more healers the better. I am proud of you Harry Potter," spoke the voice and her hands sat on his shoulders caressed his shoulder blades. Harry spun around and he took in his best friend.
She wore her Black form fitting pants suit, with her black and grey pinstripe tie. Her messy signature bushy Hermione Granger mane was tamed and sat at a bun on the back of her head. She looked so… different. He looked from her eyes and followed her gaze. Ron's eyes clashed with Hermione's.
"You can't steal away a person from another house, traitor," Ron gritted. Harry almost stood but Hermione's hands kept him down.
"I was never the traitor, Ronald. I was a Gryffindor just like you. But I was rejected. I was hazed and bullied. Then I was almost killed on numerous occasions. Once or twice I was nearly sexually assaulted. You wouldn't know anything about that would you Ronald?" Hermione narrowed and felt Harry's shoulders shift as he looked to his friend. Ron's eyes flickered around in a frenzy. Hermione patted Harry on the shoulder.
"I will see you for our afternoon block for healing Harry," Hermione said and then left as if she was a wraith, a phantom of destruction, she was gone.
"What was she talking about Ron?" Ginny asked and Ron sputtered.
"You tried to…" Harry couldn't say it.
"No of course not. I'm a pureblood wizard. What would I want with a mudblood like her?" Ron spat and then the table looked to Ron. Harry stood.
"You sound awfully like that den of snakes over there Ron. Maybe you should get further acquainted with them," Harry said.
"You would take her word over mine?" Ron asked yelling then standing. Harry, prone to his outbursts.
"I will take her word over yours any day Ron. She never lied to me. She took everything life slammed her with. The ridicule, and the targeting, all because of Me, and she stood by me! Have you?" Harry asked and then looked down to Ginny. He shrugged and she nodded. They would catch up later.
Transfiguration was boring, Potions was delightful, if Snape wasn't teaching, DADA was child's play thanks to Narcissa and Fleur. Hermione went about her day, bored as a stump in the woods. Hermione realized she needed a trial. She wanted her mind to titillated and challenged. When Harry Potter came through the door for the afternoon lesson on healing Dr. Blackwell, and Madame Pomfrey designated Hermione as his teacher until he was caught up. Hermione smiled. She knew it would lend hours to her mastery. So, she and Harry got after it.
Hours later, when the class what almost up Harry sighed.
"Hermione did Ron do something to you?" Harry asked and then Hermione, in her new clothes, new demeanor, and new thought process, sighed and sat in front of Harry.
"Did Ron do something to me? Yes," Hermione watched as Harry processed. She felt Narcissa near by and she was listening covertly.
"What… what did he do?" Harry asked and Hermione narrowed her eyes. Harry didn't know how to take this Hermione. She was closed off, calculated and he felt he could not reach her.
"He tried to kill me Harry," she said softly, and Harry blinked and looked at her with wide eyes.
"Surely not Ron," Harry argued and then the Matron of the infirmary came to their conversation.
"He did Mr. Potter. Hermione had to fight a lethal potion and then go into the final task. She was beaten down, and she knew someone tried to take advantage of her. After that it was only a process of elimination," Madame Pomfrey told the boy. He looked from the cold evasive, and strategic Hermione to the warm nurse of Hogwarts.
"How can I trust you?" he asked and then Hermione stood and walked from the infirmary. He watched her do so.
"She will never sway you away from your friends. She will never put a wedge in your family life, for she knows the Weasley's are family, but Harry, she almost died from Ron doing what he had. Watch out Harry. Take notice and observe. Talk to Ron. You know him. You know when he says most when he says nothing at all," she said and then gave him a book, "This weeks reading," she smiled, and he nodded.
He got to the door and then looked back.
"What happens if he is the person who hurt Hermione?" Harry asked and Poppy sighed but looked at her newest student.
"You will have to make choices Mr. Potter," she said, and he nodded. When he left Narcissa came from around the corner and stood next to Poppy.
"He needs to figure it out on his own. Hermione or us for that matter can't shove it down his throat. Ron can claim we are against Ron and therefore sway Harry to their side," Narcissa said, and Poppy nodded. Then the older witch sighed.
"It was so wonderful having my granddaughter in my infirmary again, learning. Or teaching for that matter. Min warned we she was a bit of a teacher. Above all else I hope she ends up like me. Healer to the masses," Poppy chuckled. Narcissa placed a hand on the nursed shoulder.
"I think, no matter what she does, she will do it with excellence. That is just who she is," Narcissa claimed.
Later
Miss Granger, you will wear a house tie and uniform," snipped a high-pitched voice. Hermione turned around. She really didn't want to deal with this bitch.
"I looked into the dress code guideline. I am within guidelines under article 48 stating anyone, however rare that they find themselves house less, may dress according to the school dress code," Hermione stated throwing the pink toad back. Hermione let a small bit of her bond leak through. She needed Fleur and Narcissa there to witness.
"Then you are required to wear Hogwarts robes," counters Professor Umbridge.
"Actually no, I am not, read the bylines. Those who are houseless, but conduct themselves in a dress that is not revealing and neutral to the houses are free to accommodate as they please. I have done that. You can't go wrong with grey and black," Hermione smirked and quirked a smile. The toad narrowed her eyes.
"We shall see. I will make you heal, little girl." Umbridge threatened.
"You will do nothing of the sort," growled a voice and Hermione smiled.
"You will not become a tyrant to these students," Minerva shouted.
"I will do what is in the best interest of the ministry," Umbridge said.
"Teaching DADA but not how to actually cast offensive or defensive spells in the middle of a war is doing what is best for the ministry? Please." Hermione scoffed.
"Detention with me! Immediately!" Hermione shrugged. She didn't give a shit. She was only one person. She head off in the direction of the DADA class room. The student body clustered around her. And they separated as Hermione moved with her hands in her pockets and her head held high.
Once to the room Umbridge locked and warded the door. Hermione narrowed her eyes and opened her bond full blast.
I don't trust this, Hermione said to her lovers.
We will be there if it turns bad, Fleur said.
Lets see what she has for us little witch, Narcissa said into the bond. Hermione smirked. She was now a spy. Wonderful.
"Sit and you will write these lines," Umbridge said.
"I don't have ink," Hermione stated.
"No need," the toad said.
"How many lines?" Hermione asked.
"As many as it takes to become ingrained," Umbridge said and Hermione narrowed her eyes. She began to scratch out her lines.
I will not tell lies… onto her the paper.
She felt a sensation in her hand and then a prickly sharpness. Hermione wrote longer and then looked down at her other hand. She was more fascinated with the mechanics, the magic behind the quills than she was her pain. Oh, please this was nothing compared to what she had gone through. But as time went on and Hermione tried to decipher the magic behind the quills, she began to feel the constant bombardment on her nerves.
Hermione began to flex her hand, but she refused to relay anything to the witch before her.
"You are excused, I wouldn't want you out past curfew," Umbridge said and then looked at Hermione's hand as she came and received her lines.
"I hope this has taught you your place," Umbridge said.
"No, hardly actually, but as you have said this detention is over and you can not keep me longer," Hermione said and Umbridge narrowed her eyes.
"Ta Ta," Hermione said cheekily then slipped into the hallway. Once around a corner she took a moment and shook her hand out and looked down to the heavily engraved sentence in her own flesh. She walked to the infirmary. She knew Narcissa would be here. She had a feeling from Hermione's bond that it would be one of those nights.
Hermione pushed open the door, and was met with Dr. Blackwell.
"Sit," she demanded in a crisp tone. Hermione sent a Patronus to Fleur about Draco in silence hoping he didn't think she abandoned him. She replayed snippets that will get around school any ways. Then she turned back to Narcissa and Hermione sat on a bed and Dr. Blackwell came over to her with Murlap, pain numbing potion, and bandages. Hermione took her wand and enclosed them behind the curtains. Hermione reached down and tilted Narcissa's head up, banished the glamour.
"You are gorgeous my love," Hermione said and Narcissa stood and leaned forward and look from Hermione's lips. She fed, she consumed. Hermione the voice of reason in their trysts almost lost reason until her hand screamed at her.
"Sweet Love, please help me," Hermione said and Narcissa nodded and applied the glamour once more.
Fleur came through the curtain and found Hermione and Narcissa behind a curtain with a silencing spell. Hermione face lit as Fleur came to them. Fleur looked to Narcissa.
"Blood Quills, nasty bit of magic," Narcissa said and then Hermione looked down to her hand.
"So, will I have to deal with this little scar forever?" Hermione asked and Narcissa nodded and Hermione sighed. She took her two witches to her.
"Thank you both for being there for me. It was a world of difference knowing I was being tortured essentially and you were there," Hermione said.
"No you don't get it," Narcissa said. "This will never happen again," Narcissa and Fleur nodded.
"Oh you beautiful witches… it has to. I have to figure out a way to beat the blood quill. They should not have even made it through the wards," Hermione said, and the two women nodded.
"Let me figure it out so the rest of the kids can fight it," Hermione said, and the two witches looked from one to the other. Hermione sighed.
"You take too much onto yourself, amour," Fleur said as she cradled Hermione's cheeks with her hands.
"It's the quickest way to get rid of her. Also, my memories will help when we send them the to the ministry, or better yet Rita Skeeter. I owe her a story anyhow. Ya know resurrection and all," Hermione chuckled as she settled into Fleur's hands. Then Hermione took a breath and nuzzled into Fleur's palms. She felt Narcissa's palms on her thighs, and she felt… raw. She felt… heat… overwhelming heat.
"You two witches are going to be the death of me," Hermione said and then Fleur smiled as Narcissa did the same as Hermione was pushed back on the bed.
"Of course, my love," Narcissa purred as she flicked her earlobe.
"You are ours mon amour," Fleur said as she suckled her neck.
Well, at least she would die a heavily stimulated woman.
Later
A letter from the ministry came by request of Hermione Granger. The constant tapping irked the younger woman and then she saw it was a ministry owl. She took a deep breath and took the letter and told the animal she has nothing. It squawked and left. Fleur and Narcissa were still out to the world. Hermione couldnt sleep like she used too, and once or twice she was jealous of her lovers ability to slumber so soundly. Then again, she had these private moments were she could watch over them, unmonitored, and her thoughts unfiltered.
She read the letter.
She was considered an adult in every way. Her birthday was in a few weeks. She wondered. How old was she with the continuous usage of the time turner? Naturally she didn't have it on her this summer but since 3rd year she utilized that artifact as much as possible. Hermione walked from their room.
She cast the diagnostic. Her eyes grew. No matter how often Narcissa and Fleur said that age was not an issue, to Hermione it certainly was. When she read those numbers, her heart soared and fall out all at the same time. Once she settled, she was met with an anxious frenzy. She stood and walked back to their room. She watched the women before her. They were hers and she was theirs.
She took a deep breath. Before doing anything, she needed to talk to her lovers. She was at the moment 17 years and 3 months. She never could have thought. Hermione felt an entire world of feeling open for her. Desire was always on the forefront of her thoughts with these two women, but desire that can be consummated… that was a different story.
She was an adult. She could do as she wanted. As she watched the nude forms of her lovers, she made a decision. She will let Gran Poppy look her over her first. Then she will see to her mates. Hopefully they will understand, she was still shy. She loved them with everything. But she was inexperienced, and self-conscious. Narcissa shifted and the sheet fell to her hips as she curled onto Fleur placing her hand over her breast. Hermione smiled as she felt heart radiate over her whole body. She wasnt sure if it was her arousal, or some innate heat from one of her lovers at such an innocent yet sensual contact, but damn she wanted it to last forever. Hermione stripped the robe from her frame and slipped in behind Narcissa and hugged her to her and then entwined her fingers with Fleur's sharing in the contact with both of her witches. She smiled as she felt safe, and warm in their little sanctuary, but she wanted more.
Yes, she would contact Poppy in the morning.