She landed roughly on the cool wooden floor of her living room, bracing herself as the bile finally wouldn't be contained and she gagged, spitting out whatever little was in her stomach. Her shoulders trembled as she sat back and took a breath, a soft sound of distress leaving her lips as her fingers ran up into her hair and bunched to pull on her tresses painfully.
She fucked it up, all of it. She just completely ruined her chance at any kind of friendship with Fleur and Bill, and her heart squeezed painfully at the thought of not seeing little Victoire either. It was just too much, her instincts overwhelmed and body struggling with the sudden distance from them.
Her heart stuttered with the realisation, her need and hunger flaring up at the thought of the beautiful blonde she got to finally touch this morning, and the man who meant so much to her. She had thought about it of course in the past, the fondness and love she had for both Bill and Fleur went beyond friendship. It was the way she had discovered she was bisexual, her attraction and affection for Fleur more than what she considered friendly. There was never a time she thought she would act on it though - how could she ever involve herself in such a great marriage? As if they would ever want her anyway. She was a friend, an aunt to Victoire, and she would only ever see the warmth of the family from the outside.
She had wondered whether she should keep her distance, whether there would come a time when she would have to stop staying over so much and relying on them to be her family. But not having them with her was more distressing than she could have imagined.
She managed to flick her wrist at the vomit to make it disappear before shutting down the house, her wards and the floo as she curled in on herself on the floor. She had nothing, she had no one, and the succubus within her delighted in the memory of pleasure and mourned its loss in equal fervour as her eyes closed and body shut down.
Two days. Bill would have been impressed if he wasn't so bloody worried and annoyed. It took him two days to work his way through her wards, and as much as he would like to think he broke through with his skill and talent, he felt the wards wavering the past few hours until they collapsed with a forceful push of his magic. And then there was silence and stillness that terrified him more than anything else. He unlocked the door and rushed in, looking around frantically to try and find her.
"Hermione?!" He called out, until he noticed her collapsed form on the kitchen floor.
He rushed to her and checked her over, noting just how faint her pulse was and how deathly pale she was. "You can't keep doing this to me," he muttered and lifted her firmly into his arms before heading for the floo. Her flat once again secured and floo unlocked, he only had one destination to get her to St. Mungo's.
Healer Evans was having a busy day but managed to find five minutes to drink the much needed cup of coffee she had been craving since midday. She was just sitting down to drink it when her wand flashed a code blue on her ward. She scrambled to run down the hallway to see if it's one of hers and her stomach dropped at the sight of her newest charge being carried in once again by William Weasley.
"In here," she called to get his attention and opened the doors to a free room for him to settle her down. She was already running diagnostic spells before he had the brunette settled fully on the mattress. "What happened? She's completely depleted, her body and magic are trying to shut down," she read the grim readings with disbelief.
"She panicked and warded herself inside her own home for two and a half days," he explained, stepping back to give her room, but stay close enough if he was needed at all.
"How much did she feed before leaving? Her levels should be much higher," Healer Evans looked at him sharply.
"Just once, on my wife. She was starving at that point. We even took her to a club to feed and practice control but her aura picked up a sexual predator and her appetite vaned until she couldn't help herself but feed the next morning," he explained, running an exhausted hand over his face.
"Well you better get your wife in here because at this point the two of you are her only chance," she said frankly.
Bill took a moment to breathe and summoned his patronus, sending it for Fleur to join them. "We'll do what we can, however she wants us."
Healer Evans shook her head. "This isn't about what she wants at this point. I haven't seen a succubus magical core this large on a demi-human before, but that's to be expected when she's such a powerful witch. Really, I should have cautioned this might be the case," she sighed as Fleur came through the door with an overnight bag and a determined expression. "Good you're here."
"What do we need to do, guérisseuse?" She asked straight up.
"Some magical creatures and Demi-humans have two sides to feed, their human and their creature side. That usually only happens when the witch or wizard are very powerful and their creature heritage both boosts them and drains them at the same time as it requires a lot of nutrition, for the lack of a better word. That is why we have rest time, sleep and eat to fuel the body, mind and magic. It appears now that Miss Granger here would never sustain without a regular interaction with at least two powerful wix or beings, her magical and creature core will demand no less," she tried to explain as clearly as possible.
Fleur nodded. "We are prepared to help, what do we do?"
"Good," Healer Evans nodded, encouraged by their attitude to the task. "She needs to feed on you both before you rest with her to feed into her healing. As much skin on skin contact as possible. I will have to monitor all three of you for at least 24 hours but if the results are promising, we'll know she's stabilised."
"That is acceptable for me," Fleur nodded and began stripping from her jumper.
"Whatever she needs," Bill agreed as well and kicked off his shoes and socks before going for his t-shirt.
"Once you're down to your underwear, please stand on either side of her bed each," the healer instructed as she took care of stripping Miss Granger down to her knickers, covered her up with the sheet and added a thicker blanket from one of the cabinets to keep her warm. When the couple was in position, she nodded at their proximity. "Good, now I'll wake her up, and once she's with us, you need to lean in close and say the word 'biadhadh' clearly. It will trigger her innate succubus magic and encourage her instinct to feed. I'll be here on guard if she spirals out of control and feeds too much," she reassured. "Ready?" She asked and with a nod from them both flicked her wand. "Enervate."
Hermione's gasp of forced awareness was soft, body arching into the magic that awoke her, but she was barely focused as her eyes rolled around, trying to find a spot to focus on with the bright lights in the room.
"Biadhadh," Bill and Fleur said in unison, trying to focus her on them and their proximity.
Her gaze flashed a vibrant copper and magic pulsed around her as she reached for Bill first, kissing him hungrily, only pulling a breath away to allow her to feed on his energy, sucking on his life-force and attraction for her, groaning at the desire pulsing between them. Bill felt the wolf within him starting to protest the draining of his energy and saw Fleur reaching for Hermione to direct the succubus her way instead. He staggered back when he was released and felt a guiding hand push him down into a chair as he watchedHermione begin feeding on Fleur. Her veela thrived on the attention and that in turn fed the succubus and her need, the energy between them pulsing with heat. Hermione fought the hand trying to push her to stop but found herself stopping the feed and falling back against the pillows with a contented sigh, the succubus practically purring with delight.
"Give her a minute, and take these," Healer Evans passed the couple an energy potion and a dreamless sleep to protect them in case Hermione's abilities to travel in erotic dreams manifested for the first time as well now that she was fully fed on creature energy.
She guided the succubus to drink a sleep potion herself to allow her body to heal before levitating the couple that had already fallen asleep from their chairs and into the bed. Moments later, she watched them all naturally gravitate towards each other and curled up into a pile of limbs, pressing skin on skin from all sides. Hermione let out a contented sigh in her sleep and once they were settled, Healer Evans covered them all with the blanket, set an alarm charm to let her know when one of them began to wake up, and warded the door with her wand to keep the triad secure.
She could only hope that the damage was not irreversible and they could salvage the succubus' life this way. But first, she needed to have her likely cold coffee and wait for twelve hours…
Her limbs felt laden with lead and head was pounding when she began coming back to herself. Every breath hurt, thought was scrambled and she wasn't sure where she was anymore. Was this is? Did her body finally give up?
No, she thought as she flexed her fingers and it sent a shooting pain up her arm. Death didn't hurt, but living did, and she was fucking sore.
"Stay still, the healer is on her way," a familiar voice guided her into a more comfortable position before she realised the heat covering her legs and torso were limbs - arms and legs entwined with hers.
"Bill-" she rasped, her voice dry and croaky from disuse over the past couple of days.
"Shhh, be still and quiet. Let us take care of you," he whispered.
Us… the memories rushed back to her and she began trembling in his hold, unable to look at him when she thought about what she had done. She attacked his wife, took advantage of her willingness to help and intruded on their marriage. She was a walking disaster, why was he even here?
"None of that, Miss Granger," a new voice cut through her spiralling thoughts and her gaze focused enough on the bright healer robes that came into view and a concerned face hovering over the bed. "You'll need to drink three potions for me and then we can discuss your situation better," she promised.
Hermione was a bit resistant at first to having to drink potions without knowing what they were but she was too tired to really fight it and her nose and tastebuds told her what they were anyway. Pain relief, calming draught and… she didn't know what the last one was but it tasted like lemon and honey and she licked her lips greedily to capture the last drop as the potions started to kick in and she felt her body relaxing and mind slowing down from its dizzying pace. What was left was feeling a bit more in charge of her body and a clear view of Healer Evans before her. She was in St Mungo's.
A look on either side of her told her she was in bed, pressed between the inferno that was Bill's tall bulk and slightly cooler skin of the beautiful veela that was his wife. She froze, her body locking into place to avoid doing anything stupid or jerking back form Fleur's grip, as the blond appeared to be still asleep.
"It's alright Miss Granger, Mrs Weasley will be awake shortly. The dreamless sleep potion didn't last as long as I had hoped, to give you more time to recover, but you seem to be much improved compared to your magical levels when we brought you in," she summarised and noted a couple of points on her chart.
"Why am I- What is.." She didn't really know how to ask what she wanted to voice, and felt quite unnerved by Bill's steady, silent scrutiny.
"Mr Weasley brought you in after he was able to access your home and found you unconscious and nearly completely depleted. You were perhaps an hour or two from dying," Healer Evans decided mincing words would not do, so she got straight to the point. "The only way to heal you was to encourage you to feed from Mr and Mrs Weasley before placing you into a magically induced sleep to help heal you."
"That's why we're like this…" she turned to look at Bill, her throat closing with emotion at once again forcing him to be her saviour. "I'm sorry. You don't need to stay-"
Hurt flashed within his gaze before it was replaced with the heat of anger. But instead of raising his voice, his words were calm and collected. "Apology not accepted. The only thing you should be apologising for is continuously disregarding how we feel about you and running away from us. Is it so unimaginable that we *want* to help you? That we want to be your partners? That you are welcome to be a part of our family? How many other ways can we show you that you need not be alone-"
He stopped, his gaze shifting to the hand squeezing his forearm and Fleur's soft gaze on him. She didn't say a word but he relaxed slightly under her touch and stopped talking, letting his words hang in the air.
Healer Evans took the chance to clear her throat, bringing their attention back to her. "I'm afraid Mr Weasley is correct. You are a powerful witch, which makes you a powerful succubus, Miss Granger. We haven't even discovered the extent of your powers, and your body is already starving without proper nourishment. You will have to consider regular relations with at least two magical beings or Demi-humans to sustain your well-being. It appears that you are very responsive to Mr and Mrs Weasley, and your succubus in particular is attached. You should consider permanent arrangements of some sort, if Mr and Mrs Weasley are amenable," she explained gravely before standing once more. "I shall return in a few hours to check on you before the end of my shift. We will determine then whether you are well-enough to be dispatched or need to remain for another day for observations," she added before leaving the room, making sure they heard the locking and privacy charms settling on the room.
Hopefully that will be encouragement enough, she thought to herself. Perhaps some camomile tea instead of coffee this time, or she'll never fall asleep after her shift…
A tense silence descended on the triad. Hermione could practically hear her heart beating a wild staccato in her chest and tried not to panic at the sensation of being trapped.
"Hey," Fleur coaxed the reluctant witch to look at her, noting her apprehension. "Do you not trust us?" She asked softly.
Hermione took a shuddering breath before nodding. "With my life," she said softly.
"Bien. Do you love us?" She asked next, point blank and without hesitation.
Hermione froze, understanding that her answer would change everything. She tried to gather her Gryffindor courage and took a deep breath before admitting the truth. "I do, both of you," her gaze flitted from Fleur's to Bill's, seeing he was still resentful of her resistance but a smile curled the corner of his lips at her admission.
"Well then, we can be together, non?"
Hermione's eyes screwed shut and she tried to stem her panic. All three of them together, was that even possible?
Bill took a deep breath to temper down the response of his wolf at her hesitation and tried for reason instead. "I know this isn't something you thought for yourself, triads are not common in the muggle world but for us, this is perfectly normal and acceptable. Triads are celebrated in the magical world, they created a powerful balance of magical powers, and in many cases if just one witch was involved in a triad, she oftentimes helped save not one but two magical families from going extinct. It's a great honour to have two partners, to be able to share your life with two beings, each fitting with you in a different way. Both Fleur's Veela and my wolf already consider you a part of our family, our pack, and Victoire will only be happy to have you around every day," he saw the mention of their daughter softened the tight frown between her brows. "Stop running, stop denying all three of us the happiness of being together," he urged.
She turned to look at him, her gaze brightening to enticing bronze, making his wolf respond with a soft growl, his gaze turning golden as he held her close. "You're right…I've been yours for a long time, I just didn't want to force myself onto your marriage," she whispered, reaching up to caress his cheek.
"You never could," Fleur countered, reaching for her hand and placing a tender kiss on her palm. "You could only ever add to us, and we would be happy to have you. As we should have you now," she hummed and leaned in for a languid but thorough kiss, making the succubus groan in delight.
"I'm…not much in control right now…" she warned when Fleur moved to her neck and licked across her collarbone sensually, drawing a hum of pleasure from her.
"Good, we wouldn't want you to hold back," Bill growled and guided her chin up to finally taste her, drinking in her soft sounds of pleasure as she arched into their touch.
She gasped into their kiss when Fleur reached her chest and sucked on a pert dark nipple, enjoying the feel of the rocking flesh as she kneaded the other soft globe.
Bill felt her drawing on his essence and kissed her heatedly before pulling away, saving his strength for later. She arched into his arms, eyes wide open and only then did he realise that his wife had shifted past her belly.
"Ah..does that feel good?" He growled softly, seeing her eyes closing before once again opening to focus on him. "Yeah? Feels good when she licks your cunt?"
Her eyes fluttered and he swallowed her groan into his next kiss. She liked for him to talk, good. He felt his wife reach for him and pulled away from his kiss, pulling him in to taste the musky essence of their partner on her lips and tongue.
"She's delicious," Fleur hummed and pushed him toward her hips with a heated look, encouraging him to take his turn with the witch.
Hermione watched them kiss with hooded eyes, riveted by the deep fuschia and bright oranges or their auras, beating as one in their desire for each other and for her. Bill tugged on Fleur's thin lacy bra, cupping one of her rounded breasts with his palm, pinching a nipple and making them all groan with pleasure. Hermione felt her need rising and tugged on one of her own nipples in time Bill's touch on the beautiful blonde, her other hand easily reaching down to trust a couple of fingers inside herself. The wonderfully lewd sound of her wet, thrusting fingers broke the couple from their kiss, the full force of their eyes on her.
She felt both soothed and still burning under the golden sun and the silver moon of their gaze above her. She couldn't take it anymore and reached out for them both, unsure whom she wanted first.
Fleur reached her first and shifted to lay beside her but Hermione was having none of it. She reached for her waist and pushed her up, encouraging her until the blonde realised what she was after.
"Sûr?" She checked breathlessly.
Hermione nodded and tucked her elbows in until the blonde climbed up to settle over her and carefully lowered herself closer. If she expected the succubus to take her time, she was proven wrong when guiding hands encouraged her hips lower and she felt an eager tongue press flat against her pulsing clit. She jerked in response to the intense stimulation, breath hitching at the sensation of the tongue and the return of Bill's hand on her sensitive nipples.
So focused was she on her task of feasting on the pleasure surrounding her that Hermione barely registered Bill's guiding hand on her thighs until she was bent at the waist, the slightly coarse coppery hair on his thighs tickling her plush arse under her.
She chuckled at the sensation, causing Fleur to gasp at the vibrations to her tender flesh. But the amused sound soon turned into a soft whine as a firm hand pushed on her knee to open her up and hook her ankle around a firm shoulder.
Before she even had time to take another breath, she was filled with Bill's hard length, slow but steady until he bottomed out and the head of his cock nudged her cervix. Fuck, he was deep and she could feel a whine rising in her chest at being filled so perfectly while Fleur continued to grind against her tongue.
She was surrounded, overstimulated and soon to be fucked within an inch of her life and she couldn't have been happier.
"That's eet chérie," Fleur encouraged her as blunt nails dug into her hips and pulled her down onto the eager mouth harder. "Harder," she turned to look over her shoulder at her husband who was picking up the tempo slowly. She reached back and pulled him into a messy kiss over her shoulder, looking into his brilliant golden eyes. "Harder…." She whispered again, never breaking their connected gaze as he leaned back a bit to get purchase, gripped Hermione's soft hips and began thrusting home properly until he could go no further.
The answering whimper only made the veela's grin sharper as she turned back to look down at the succubus and tugged on her curls to bring her back to task. "Nearly there…" she guided Hermione back to her clit, feeling her thighs straining in the position and trembling with the pleasure building inside her core.
Hermione redoubled her efforts, sucking on the throbbing clit before her, her pleased whines only adding to the veela's pleasure and feeding the succubus in turn. It only took a few moments longer before Fleur's hand in her curls tightened and she cried out softly, riding the tongue with her hips before realising she must be heavy. "Sorry, chérie," she climbed off and leaned down to kiss her plump, bruised lips with the last of her passion, allowing the succubus to feed on her energy hungrily until she was perfectly languid and leaned back to watch her husband and new partner.
Bill took advantage of having Hermione all to himself and leaned down to grasp her hands and pushed them above her arms, effectively pinning her down as his hips slowed down just a little and he kissed her hungrily, feeling her feed on his essence as he could taste both of his witches on her tongue.
"Beautiful…" he whispered against her lips, his short beard grazing her skin and making her shudder as the sensation added to her pleasure.
"You both are…" she hummed before he shifted and hit her front wall just right. "Fuck..Harder, please," a soft whimper escaped her in need of more pleasure.
Not one to disappoint, Bill picked up the pace and dug his knees into the flimsy mattress as his hips thrust harder, faster, seeing her eyes widen as he hit her deeper spot. Her body was rising, tensing, so close to falling but it wasn't until he sucked on her shoulder harshly to add a sting of pain that she completely crumpled beneath him.
Her cry of pleasure was laden with magic as her skin positively glowed brightly for a moment, the magic taking time to settle back into her core, pulsing in time with the couple. She looked at the man above her before turning to look at a smiling Fleur.
That was no ordinary magic but a bonding.
Sometimes magic worked in mysterious ways and being magically bonded as a triad was a side effect she didn't anticipate after being with them just once, but when she felt them surround her in the sheets, clean, warm and not an inch of air between their twined bodies, she finally felt the succubus within her fully expand in her chest and breathe freely.
They were three, and though she had much to learn about herself and her succubus nature, she wasn't alone. She had a family in Bill, Fleur and little Victoire now, a real family. And that meant the world to her.
When Healer Evans peeked into the room a couple of hours later, she grinned at the sight of the mess of underwear around the bed and its three occupants a tangle of limbs. Good, her work was done for now and she couldn't wait to get home and have a glass of wine after her shower, honestly...
Fin.