AN:
A quick note to say that if you want some mood music for the chapter, Lolita by Lana Del Ray and Hey Daddy by Usher, were on near repeat while writing this chapter.

Chapter Twenty-Six

Becoming Daddy

Two spaces down from where Rabastan sat, Hermione was standing over Eloise and the stack of decorator submissions with Regulus across the table from them. They were moving through her options with unforgiving eyes, the pile of discarded black portfolios growing every few seconds. Removed from the rest and safely tucked under Hermione's purse on the bench, was the icy blue collection of Narcissa Black's, or rather Malfoy's, drawings. It was clearly going to be the winner but always fair, even if only just, their witch wanted to look through everyone's work before making her decision that had already been backed by his sister and Regulus. Removing his gaze from them and Hermione's prominently displayed bum, Evan methodically began packaging the two plates he had transfigured into takeaway boxes.

"Try to keep her relaxed," Rab commented, as his gaze flickered down to their witch while he picked the tomatoes from his sandwich without prejudice, tossing them onto Severus's plate with a sneer. "She seems… off."

"Seriously, on my crisps? Fucking prick," Severus grumbled, moving them into his sandwich. "Why do you even eat that if you hate tomatoes so much?"

Wanking the air as he chewed, Rab answered, "Because I like grilled chicken, rashers, and avocado and Hermione seems to be the only person in this school who can make requests of the elves. Look," he said, directing their attention to two materializing bowls of chopped fruit and sweets, along with a jar of the overly sticky hazelnut spread she was always nearly orgasmic for.

Summoning the stuff to him, Evan transfigured a third plate and began packing it with the growing number of plates that arrived with her preferred treats.

Severus tossed him two waffles that the rest of the hall hadn't been offered for breakfast that morning, laughing, "She has the whole bloody world wrapped around her finger and doesn't even realize it." Taking his turn to look down at Hermione, he added, "And yeah something is…"

"Off," Rab repeated. "She seems…"

"Tapped," Severus supplied, making Rabastan nod his head in agreement while they both scratched at their right arms.

"Exactly. I think she's going to need to expel a lot more magic than she has from branding us and soon. Otherwise something will set her off and it will quite literally explode from her… again. So keep her-"

"Relaxed, I got it," Evan interjected, tying up the boxes and stacking them together. "I'm not a fucking moron. Anything else, arseholes?"

"Other than the fact that when her magic makes you come, you'll think you've died and gone to heaven? No," Severus said evenly, though his fixed gaze on their witch betrayed how hard he was working to appear so calm.

As if she could sense his stare and his thoughts, Hermione looked up from one of the drawings that Regulus was eviscerating and smiled at him. The soft curve of her pink mouth and the warm, trusting glow of her honey brown eyes had her radiating an angelic innocence. No matter how she had been touched so far or what was to come, it was inherent in her and it called to him, to all of them. While Severus openly looked at her with the desire to corrupt her and make her fall, Evan wanted to bask in her purity while slowly drawing out the taint he would leave on her. Regardless of the path any of them took, she was going to be thoroughly debauched when they were through with her. Wholly fitting of her sex goddess designation and in complete ownership of their sacrificed souls for her ascension.

After a moment, she shook her head and rolled her eyes at Severus, as if to ask him, "What am I going to do with you?" turning the same look on him as if she had picked up on his own thoughts about her as well. And in all honesty she probably had.

Threading her wand through her mused bun, she looked down at the packaged food and said, "Give me just one minute," already hugging his sister and tapping on the folder that came from Lucius on behalf of an unknowing Narcissa. "She's the one. This is everything I envision for our home."

"I'll tell Thor for you. Now go have a very enjoyable, chaste, afternoon with my brother and tell me nothing when I see you later."

Hermione's head fell back in laughter as she promised to uphold the false illusion of his monk-hood for his sister's sake. Once the bell of her laughter fell off into soft chuckles, she leaned across the table to kiss Regulus. Always pushing past the bounds of propriety, he grasped the back of her head and deepened their goodbye, her mouth parting open for him to take what he wanted.

"Fuck, I definitely get Reggie's deal with watching now. There's so much to miss when you're the one making her come undone," Evan commented to none of them in particular while watching her small hand curl and flex on the table, her nails attempting to find purchase in the wood as her body turned pliant.

Grasping his wrist, she squeezed him as she pulled away, her chest rising and falling at a quicker rate than it had been before. She gave him several more kisses before he finally pressed his lips to her forehead and pulled back from him, leaving him to melt onto the bench. Picking up her purse, she came up behind Rabastan and not so subtly met the intrusive eye of a Ravenclaw witch as she wrapped a possessive arm across his chest and bent down to kiss him next.

Just barely able to be heard, he murmured, "No need to bring out your claws, psychí mou. You know you own me."

"Clearly she doesn't," she growled, sealing her lips to his.

Their kiss lasted nowhere near as long as the slow one she shared with Regulus. In mere seconds Hermione had quickly broken away and buried her face into Rab's shoulder. Hearing her struggle to suppress the moan that was leaving her as he brushed his fingers up the inside of his sleeve, Evan and Severus both began to cough in an effort to help her out while also hiding their laughter at Rab's dirty games.

"I don't see anyone but you, Hermione. However I also can't say that I hate you marking your territory." Reaching an arm behind him, he hugged her closer, and kissed the arm that was still banded around him, saying, "I love you, you possessive she-demon."

Kissing his neck in return, she replied, "I love you too, skoteinós vasiliás mou," before releasing him. Lacing her fingers through Evan's hand for a moment, she promised, "Just one more minute," and then went over to Severus, perching herself beside him on the corner of the table.

Continuing to watch as Severus wrapped an arm around her hip and pulled her closer before tugging her down to the bench as he moved to straddle it, Evan was again happily surprised at how easy things were with her. He wasn't sure if it was a realization that would ever cease to bowl him over, even in spite of having seen the way they were all instantly captivated by her. How hints of jealousy or drives to best the others or attempts to claim her first were absent. Each one of them needed and craved her in a different way and there were so many facets to her and needs of her own, that between the four of them they were able to properly fulfill her and be fulfilled.

He and Severus were two sides of the same controlling coin: one soft, the other hard. Both were driven by the need to possess, protect, lead, guide, and see to her care and well being with a selfless devotion. They needed someone to love and care for, someone who was wholly dependent upon them, and trusted them to handle whatever it was they needed at any given point. She didn't actually need them - and Evan knew they both recognized that - but Hermione handed over the reins to them despite the depraved things she knew they wanted from her and to do to her. It was the sort of trust and freely surrendered control that was intoxicating to anyone who craved dominance, regardless of the way they sought it.

And where they spoke to the part of her that still needed and wanted to be nurtured and guided, Reggie and Rab called out to the part of her that needed to offer those things to others. She had a way of wrapping them up and breathing life into all of them but those two especially. For the first time in all the years he'd known Regulus, Evan suspected that the facade of being lighthearted and carefree was actually genuine. The heavy weight of his home life seemed to vanish with her presence, attention, and abundantly flowing love. As for Rab, he had never not lived within the shadows and storms that surrounded him. It was an oppressive weight but he wore it well, a crown and battle armor that signified having survived something they had not been privy to. And instead of trying to banish the demons that were his friends, Hermione claimed them too. Walking right into the center of it all and making them fall for her as deeply as he had, calming the ever present storm that rolled beneath his surface.

"Be good, little witch," Severus warned darkly, turning her hand over to kiss her wrist.

Giving him a tart look, she retorted, "I'm always good," followed by a sharp yelp as Severus bit down on the flesh of her palm.

"No you're not," he chastised. "You're a bratty, spoiled, obstinate little thing that gets off on pushing our buttons and playing with fire because you probably haven't been told no a single day in your life."

"But I'm your bratty, spoiled, obstinate witch," she teasingly reminded.

"And I wouldn't trade you for anything in this world or the next," he murmured, before pressing his lips to her already deep colored and puffy ones, her face surprised and stunned by his words for a brief second before she succumbed to his ministrations.

Pulling her back by the nape of her neck, he murmured something else that was too low for Evan to hear over the buzz of the Great Hall. However knowing his emotionally stunted friend as he did, he assumed it was a very difficultly admitted declaration of his adoration for their witch. The blushing and beaming smile she wore as she stood up and dragged out her connection to him, further confirming his assumption.

Merlin, may she never lose that awed look at hearing our sworn words of worship and devotion for her.

"Ready, sweetheart?" He asked as she stepped up to him and fitted herself into the small space at his side.

Looking at them each with a hint of sadness and something he couldn't entirely place but didn't like, she gave them a small wave and said, "Yeah, I'm all set," threading the arm that held her purse around his hips and burying her other hand into the pocket of his hoodie.

Waiting till they were out of the hall and starting their trek up the five flights of moving stairs, Evan asked again, "Are you sure you're okay? You seem… weighed down."

She toyed with the fleece that lined his pocket, chewing on her lip as they trudged up the stairs, her much shorter legs significantly slowing their journey. Reaching the top of the third floor, she stepped off the main path and dropped her purse on one of the random benches that were pushed against the stone walls throughout the castle.

Adding her other hand to his pocket she looked up at him with the sweetest, little pout. Suppressing a groan and the urge to suck on her lower lip until she was moaning the other name she called him that he couldn't quite get enough of, he brought his thumb up and stroked it back into its proper place waiting for her to speak.

Huffing before she scrunched up her button nose, she finally spoke, her words running away from her before she could think to stop them.

"I feel guilty for leaving them. Which I know is ridiculous because I want and need time with each of you alone but I feel like I'm playing favorites when I leave with one of you and not the others.

"Then I feel guilty for feeling guilty because you need time alone with me as much as I need it with you, so I feel like I'm neglecting you. And don't even get me started on how long it takes to extract myself from them. I mean how long did I spend? Easily ten minutes and that's cutting into your time which has already had to be adjusted and modified to suit your detention schedule which wasn't even my fault and yet I feel guilty about that too. I mean if I had handled my magic with Severus better you and Bast wouldn't have gotten into a fight so that's two weeks of detention that's my fault. And then if I hadn't been so stubborn about wanting everything to be out in the open for everyone to know what happened at dinner the other night wouldn't have occurred.

"And don't even get me started on fucking Winnifred Kimble and what she said about Severus, because I will end up marching right back down those stairs to slap her across the face like I should have back in our dorm!"

Sucking in and letting out an exasperated breath, she collapsed onto the bench in a dejected heap. Looking up at him with the honey flecks of her eyes swallowing the brown as they turned glassy, she whimpered, "Is it wrong that I just don't want to have to deal with anything? All I want is a few hours where I don't have to have all the answers; where I don't have to constantly watch my back and scan the minds of every person around me worrying about my safety and my infinite amount of secrets; where I'm free to just be a normal witch who gets obliviously wrapped up in the overly amorous attentions of her boyfriends. I just want someone to take something off my plate."

Little monster, you're literally saying and asking for everything I could ever fucking want from you but really shouldn't.

Setting the food down beside her, Evan pulled the legs of his joggers up and squatted before her, rubbing his hands over her thighs as he tried to compose himself.

Nudging her so she met his eyes, he soothed, "It's not wrong of you to want those things, my little monster. It's perfectly-"

"Don't call me that," she ordered almost uncaringly. "I don't want to hear it from you unless you mean it. Unless you plan to accept that part of yourself and the fact that I want and need it as much as you do. It already means far more to me than it clearly does to you, so please just not right now, Evan. I don't currently have it in me to hide the hurt at your rejection. I already have too much shite to deal with and you don't even know the half of it."

Making a snap decision at hearing and seeing how far she had been pushed past being overburdened, he grasped her chin so she returned his gaze and corrected, "Daddy," feeling a pressure in his own chest release.

"Evan, I'm-"

"I'm sorry, who?"

Her eyes thoroughly searched his unwavering face, her brow creasing as she concentrated on his stare for several seconds not bothering to hide the scan she was doing of his mind. Knowing that all she found was the deep seeded desire to be her caregiver - her Daddy - regardless of how wrong and twisted he believed it was, he was unsurprised as she let out a shuddering breath and pitched herself forward into his arms.

Sliding forward on the bench till she was able to wrap her legs around his waist and transfer her weight to him, she buried her face in his neck and let out a heavy and cathartic sigh, rectifying her address with a soft, "Thank you, Daddy."

Feeling his shoulder grow wet, Evan cast a preservation charm over their food and fell back onto his bum. Crossing his legs so that her weight settled into his lap, he cupped the back of her head and rocked them to a slow, silent rhythm. Feeling her clutch at him and continuously wrapping herself around him like he was her anchor, his heart simultaneously inflated and shattered with each of her stuttered breaths and sheded tears. He hated how much weight rested on her small shoulders. More so, he hated how much of her life had been preordained by some unseen and accidental circumstance. However, like the dichotomy of how her breaking point made him feel, he couldn't help but feel content and complete knowing that it was him she chose to unburden herself onto. That it was them she had gravitated to as quickly as they had been sucked in by her. And that it was them she had gifted with her vulnerability and the exposing of her soft underbelly.

Feeling her chest expand and relax with her first uninterrupted breath, he counted out several more, before finally untangling her arms and pulling her back enough to look at her and ask, "Are you feeling well enough to stand for me?"

Shaking her head, she muttered, "No," before reattaching herself to him.

Chuckling at how adorable he found her when she dropped every pretense of herself, Evan tried again. "Just long enough to get to the fifth floor, little monster."

"Stay."

Coaxing her legs to unwrap from around him, he worked her loose and swiftly deposited her pouting self onto the bench, promising, "Daddy just needs a minute to get your things, sweetheart." Looking at her scowl, he pinched her side making her giggle as he corrected, "Patience."

Shrinking the food down, he picked up her purse and went to stash everything inside, stopping for a brief second to ask, "May I?" before pulling back the zipper. With her nod of approval, he dropped the containers into the expanded bag and closed it, handing it off for her to hold.

"Okay, stand on the bench," he directed, coming to stand with his back in front of her. Bending his knees some, he added, "Now hop on," laughing again as she flung herself onto him and resumed her smothering hold.

Feeling her inner thighs choke the bottom of his ribs, he had a quick flash of wanting to feel that same hold trap his face between her legs or force his thrusting hips to stay locked into place against hers, making him groan, "Fuck sweetheart, you're going to send me round the bend, aren't you?"

"What do you mean?" She asked with genuine innocence and a lingering sniffle.

Free to take the steps two at a time as he normally did, Evan brought them up to the fifth floor and down the western corridor much faster than if he had still been forced to control his gait for her short stature.

Counting off the statues and portraits till his turn, he answered, "You make wizards want things they shouldn't have. Me especially."

"Don't you like being Daddy?"

Oh fucking Merlin and his staff, he silently bemoaned, feeling his half hard cock shoot to life. Reluctantly he confessed, "Yeah, probably a little too much though," once again feeling that odd sort of freedom at giving in to what he wanted.

Shuddering with goose flesh as her hand dipped into his hoodie and shirt to stroke the top of his chest, she asked a little more like her regular self, "Then why do you fight it? I can see it in your eyes how much you like it. Even when I'm just teasing you, that little flicker of longing and desire pops up. Is it the word? Is it what others will think? That one's a bit concerning for me, you know. Not in regards to the rest of us because I know they won't care or judge us, not even Eloise, but everyone else… they're the concern. We're going to have enough people poking in on us and looking at us like zoo animals. I don't want to give them any more fodder with a small slip up of honorifics or too many subtle mannerisms that add up to the large picture but at the same time, I worry that I won't be able to always turn it off. That the more we fall into it, the less I'll want to turn it off.

"It's a concern with Severus too. The last thing I need anyone seeing, especially my father's people, is me deferring and submitting to him. But he does that thing with his voice-"

"Mmm, yeah we are all aware of that voice," he smirked. "Took an embarrassingly long time for him to come into it but once he did, every witch and muggle bird from here to Jersey would drop their knickers to hear him talk. Silken Devil, I believe, is what El and the rest of Slytherin's girls call him. You haven't even seen him at his best, he even makes Madam Pince go a little barmy when he really let's it loose. But the truly spectacular sight was when he even made McGonagall blush once near the end of term last year with a well placed double entendre in that voice."

"Ugh," she groaned with a bit of disgusted jealousy seeping into her tone. "That's just bloody unfair and highly alarming. What the hell am I going to do with you four? It's like the more claim I stake on the four of you, the more they flock."

Turning for Boris the Bewildered, Evan ticked off the doors and stopped in front of the fourth one while tilting his head so he could see Hermione.

"You really have no idea about your own magnetism do you?" Seeing her scrunch her face in confusion and shake her head in the negative, he huffed out a laugh and placed a bruising kiss to her lips, muttering, "Gods, you are so fucking innocent. We're all going straight to hell for corrupting you."

Returning his kiss with a much softer one, she whispered, "Is it really corruption if I'm willingly awaiting your debasement?"

Squeezing her hand over his clothes as her gentle touch continued to travel as far down his chest as her reach could take her, Evan curled his lips in and tried to banish the fully erect strain between his legs to no avail.

"Just relax and be yourself with me, Evan," she hummed in his ear. "For whatever the reason is that you repress it and deny yourself, just let it go. Do what feels natural, what feels right. Bellatrix may as well have written a dissertation when I asked her about it, in addition to sending several books for reference, so we have plenty of information for later. But for now, we'll just figure it out as we go. Surrender this part of yourself to me, so that I can surrender myself to you. We both want it and need it, so why make us both suffer with your denial?"

Gritting his teeth as his doubt-filled restraint finished snapping, he felt his neck crack as he rotated it and all but swore, "Clary sage," at the Prefects' Bathroom door, making it swing open for them. Determined to see whatever it was between them through to the end, before once again feeling the need to wrangle everything back inside of him and into the dark pit of a well it belonged in, he ripped her purse from her hands and tossed it in the general direction of the small collection of changing rooms and lockers. Engulfing her thigh, he gripped her muscle and yanked her to help him maneuver her from his back to his front.

Once he had her in place, he cupped the back of her head and took his turn to search her face before roughly commanding, "If you're going to keep asking for it, then I'm going to be done fighting it. So, from here on out it's Daddy and nothing else, little monster. Calling me Evan will make me stop and reel it all back in. Now tell me that you understand and that this is still what you want."

Giving him a ridiculously but impossibly endearingly shy smile given what they were about to embark on, she demurely consented, "I want you to be my Daddy and I want to be your perfect little monster."

"You want me as your Daddy; that already makes you my perfect little monster, sweetheart," he praised with a light kiss to the tip of her nose. Slowly rubbing her over his erection and eliciting a whining purr from her as he lowered her to the ground, he cupped her cheeks and gently asked, "What would you like to do first? We can either start in the steam room, the thermal bath, or the celestial chamber. Though I warn you little monster, with that third option I plan to cover you in oil and ease the knots out of your stressed muscles and given how much attention Daddy's cock wants right now, I'm not sure that if we go that route that I'll be able to keep my hands and mouth off your little cunny."

Evan watched her toy with his fingers and mull over her options for all of about two seconds before answering, "Three please."

"Are you sure, sweetheart?" He asked, needing to hear her confirmation again given how glacial he had been with the progression of their relationship in comparison to the others.

Pulling his hands up to her lips, she kissed each of his palms and said in a small voice, "Yes, Daddy. I've been waiting for you to look at me, speak to me, and touch me, like the others do but don't. You don't even kiss me."

Grasping her hips and walking her back into one of the Moroccan carved doors that hid the full splendor of the poorly named Prefects' Bath, he crowded her space and slowly worked his hands up her exposed back while pressing his cock against her low belly. Feeling them disappear under her sweater, he kept his gaze trained on her as he felt for the flimsy bow that kept her swim top up. Trapping the tie between two of his fingers, he pressed himself further into her and began to pull her top loose, roughly explaining himself.

"It's not for lack of wanting to, Hermione. When I'm around you it takes a Herculean amount of self control to not give in to every single thing I want to do to you. I have to restrain myself because I know that if I get to touch and kiss you, it won't stop there."

Sliding a finger under the string of her top, he pulled the last part of the tie open and caressed his fingers around her front. Tracing the rough pads of his fingertips along the underside of her breast, he continued to tease her and himself, not allowing his hand to go any further or his cock to have any more friction. It was a sweet agony getting to watch the way her pupils swallowed her irises, the way her mouth parted to help her catch more of her breath. And he didn't want to lose it to the frenzy that would ensue once he started exploring her body in earnest.

Moving his fingers to the valley between her breasts, he followed the line where her ribs met down her stomach till they retreated back into the open, making her whimper. Safely away from the temptation that was her pushed out chest and freed nipples he brought his hand up her side and behind her neck to begin working on the second tie.

"It won't stop there because once I start kissing you and feeling your warm, responsive body under my hands, I'll want more. I'll want to peel every stitch of clothing from you so I can feel, kiss, and taste every inch of you. Then once I have you stripped bare and writhing under me, I know I'm going to want to fuck you and own your tight little cunt until your hoarse from screaming my name and we both know to which one I'm referring to."

Catching her palm frawn printed, pink swim top as it escaped her sweater and left her breasts nearly defenseless, Evan tossed it aside and brought his lips down to her ear, darkly whispering, "Or did you think I was serious when I said I've chosen not to have sex because I'm concerned about getting a witch up the duff?" Bringing his hand up to her sweater covered breast, he engulfed her small, pert mound and squeezed, making them both groan.

"It's because no one has spoken to the deeper parts of me quite like you have. I didn't see the point in going all the way if I had to hide what I like, even from myself. No one has been as perfect for Daddy as you have my little monster."

Removing his other hand from her hip, he continued to knead at her breast, sliding his fingers under her chin and tilting her head back so she met his stare. "Now be my good girl and kiss me."

If any doubt had remained about how much Hermione wanted this, it evaporated the moment she threw her arms around his neck and yanked him down to her lips. She crashed her mouth against his with such desperate ferocity that their teeth clattered. The jarring hit only lasted for a moment though as she eagerly swept her tongue over his lips and impatiently demanded he open for her. Her mouth was still so innocent and unpracticed despite the amount of time she spent locked with his friends that another shot of lust raced for his prick. With the levy of restraint between them ruptured though, he gave in to every feeling and desire.

Moving his hands around her back and down to her bum, he gripped her muscle and pulled her up his body, grinding against her core as he reclaimed control. The mewling noises she made as she tried to rub herself against his length and follow the direction of his mouth were so erotic, that he took over that too. Helping to guide her searching hips, he quickly found the precise movement that regularly dragged her against the spot that made her keen into his plundering mouth.

Her fingers dug and scratched against his back, pulling at his clothes until she jerked her lips back from him and whimpered, "Please, Daddy."

Groaning at the sound of the honorific falling from her lips, Evan pushed her just a little further into what they wanted and prompted, "Please what, little monster? Daddy can't help you if you don't tell him what you need."

"I need to make you mine."

"Salazar's fucking sac," he swore at both her words and the near ethereal glow her body was taking on. Bruising her swollen lips further with a punishing kiss, he nipped at her and agreed, "Yeah sweetheart, it looks like you do. Hold on."

Feeling the constricting grip of her thighs, he took his own turn at moaning from her touch and everything else that was radiating out of her and into him, sending his senses into hyperdrive. Moving them through the Prefects' Bath that was more aptly described as a spa, his head further clouded with the seducing smell of jasmine, rose, and peony. Every place she touched electrified his skin and honed each one of his nerves to that spot instantly turning it into an erogenous zone that obliterated any ministration he had ever felt along the shaft and head of his cock. Every breath, gasp, and purring moan she made masked every possible sound he could have picked up on in the chambers that surrounded them. She even drowned out the sound of his own rushing blood and erratic beat of his heart as she sucked at his neck and continuously whimpered, "Daddy."

Reaching the starlit celestial chamber, he tossed her onto the transfigured bed and watched as her divine glow outshone every single one of the manufactured constellations that moved across the domed ceiling. She even claimed his sense of sight, holding his gaze in rapture as he took in the magnificent, opalescent quality of the power she had been gifted from her ancestral goddess.

Feeling the need to fall to his knees and thank her for blessing him with her divine presence, he lost whatever control he had in the situation and stood captivated by Hermione's manifesting and curling magic. She wantonly dragged her hands up her stomach, pushing her sweater out of her way to expose her peaked breasts, cupping them and plucking at her nipples as her back arched off the bed in a throaty moan of pleasure.

"Daddy, please," she begged, rubbing her thighs together. "I need you to touch me, make me come. Please."

Snapping out of his worshipful trance, Evan bent both his arms over his shoulders and grabbed his hoodie and shirt, tugging them off as he stepped out of his trainers and up to the bed. Grabbing her knees to separate her thighs, he sank his weight onto the silk covered mattress bracketing her legs with his, and dragged his hands up her indecently tight leggings. Fisting the barely stretchable waistband, he ordered, "Up," and yanked it and her swim bottoms off her hips and arse in one pull. With a second, he removed the sinful fabric from her slender legs and threw them towards the pile of his own clothes.

Caressing his hands back up her shins and around her calves, he took each of her legs and lifted them to the outside of his own. Bending her knees into place so that her wet cunt opened for him, he ran his hands up her thighs, over her pubic bone, and up her stomach, catching the hem of her bunched up sweater as he went. Again instructing her to sit up, he pulled it from her body and threw it off the bed.

Placing a kiss to the top of each of her breasts, he captured her dainty wrists and removed her hands from herself. Stretching her arms above her head, his deepened, gravely voice said, "Only Daddy gets to touch you right now."

"Mmm… yes… right… okay…" She babbled, fisting the edge of the duvet to keep her hands occupied.

Keeping an eye on her hands, Evan replaced her hold with his own. Cupping her breasts from the sides, he squeezed and pushed them together, capturing her puckered nipples between his thumbs and fingers. Pinching and pulling at the tight peaks, he studied her sounds and contouring body, committing each touch and subsequent reaction to his memory.

Continuing to roll and pluck her right nipple, he ran his other hand over her chest, caressing her throat before reaching her face. Resting his hand along her cheek and jaw, he traced his thumb over her parted, puffy lips. Pulling on the bottom one, he hissed at the trace of warm, wet heat. Repeating the action as his thumb fell off the edge, he was met by the tip of her tongue.

"Fuck," he groaned, pushing the finger into her mouth.

She quickly sucked him in, making him hiss out another swear as her hazy gaze stared into him. With the feeling of her suction and curling tongue, he started to shallowly thrust his thumb, groaning in time with the vibration of her moan as her hips began to rock and lift off the bed.

Sweeping his fingers down the center of her body, he brought his hand to cup her open cunt. The first press of her hard little clit against the palm of his hand and the way his middle finger cradled in the wet opening of her lips was intoxicating. The simple touch had her eyes rolling back and a guttural moan ripping free from her throat, as she ground her seeking hips against him.

Pulling his thumb from her mouth, he dropped his arm beside her head and reached up to lace his fingers through hers as she rolled and thrusted against him. Lowering his weight to his forearm, Evan lightly kissed around her sweat dotted hairline, to the corner of her eye, and down her cheek till his lips dipped off to her neck. Shifting his lower body, he slowly collapsed the rest of his weight on top of her, caging her under him with his cock pressing into the juncture between her hot cunt and smooth thigh.

Taking his first taste of her sweet and salty skin, he licked short strokes up her neck until his mouth was positioned beside her ear. Nipping at her studded lobe, he asked, "Have Daddy's friends played with your little cunny?"

Whimpering with her small little kitten noises, Hermione rubbed herself even more along his hand as she mewled and stuttered, "Sev… Severus… used his mouth. And Bast… Bast, he… he did too... but also… he used a finger…"

"Just one finger?" He clarified, circling the pad of his middle finger around her opening.

"Yes Daddy, just… just the one. I didn't… didn't last too long… after."

Dipping his finger in to the first knuckle, he groaned at the hot, swollen, grip her cunt took. His own sound however was drowned out by the high pitched keening that echoed out of Hermione as she begged, "Daddy please. I need it."

Feeling the first tendrils of her magic make contact with him and begin to wrap around his bare chest and down his arms, Evan pressed a savage kiss to her lips, unable to continue teasing her and growled, "You know I love you right?"

Surging back up from the bed, she chased his lips and released the duvet to find a clawing purchase on his shoulders as she planted another, equally aggressive, kiss on his mouth.

"Gods, I love you too," she panted, before latching her mouth onto the pulsing vein in his neck, sucking with such ferocity that he let out a near animalistic growl.

Falling completely onto the bed with her, Evan shifted himself to her side, with Hermione turning over and shimmying back till she was flush against him. Creating a pillow with his arm, he guided her head down to rest in place so that he would continue to kiss her shoulder and neck while she rolled her hips against his cock and rocked her cunt against his hand.

Beginning to pet and explore her lips to coat his finger with enough of her arousal to easily slide into her, he halted his touch and ripped his hand back as she repeatedly panted out, "Wait, wait, one second."

"Whatever you need," He assured, pulling his hips back from her as well when his cock jerked at the first pulse of her magic along his body.

"No, not that kind of wait," she hurriedly corrected, rolling over to face him. Grabbing the waistband of his joggers, she started trying to tug them down his hips, saying, "This kind of wait. I want to feel you against me." Stopping herself though she shyly said, "Unless you don't want to."

Cupping her chaotic mass of falling hair, he kissed her forehead and chuckled, "Trust me Hermione, I want to. I will always fucking want to."

With her adorably innocent smile that was in polarizing contrast with her lust filled eyes, she excitedly said, "Okay, then off."

"Whatever you wish, little monster."

Kicking the joggers down his legs and off the bed, Evan quickly pulled her back against his chest and positioned his cock comfortably along the crevice of her bum, groaning and thrusting at the contact.

Wiggling against him, she sighed, "Daddy, that feels much better."

Humming his agreement, he pressed his lips to her shoulder as he lifted her leg over his and murmured, "You're far too tempting, sweetheart. Offering me everything I could have never asked of you but desperately wanted to. Whatever am I going to do with you?"

Her small hand reached behind him, her fingers carding through his hair as she rested her head against his and softly replied, "Keep me and be my Daddy, allowing me to love you like you need."

"Merlin witch, you really don't think anything is wrong with me, do you?"

"Not even a little."

Returning his hand to her cunt, he resumed his detailed education of what made her purr and whine. Stroking along her opening in time with his soft thrusts against her arse, he wasn't sure how much better he could feel until she began meeting each movement of his hips. Her small pants and moans filled the space around them with his sharp hissing breaths intermittently bleeding in to create an erotically charged symphony.

Watching her magic begin to glow brighter and further heat his skin as it swirled down his right arm and began to take shape, Evan finally began the torturous process of slowly inserting his finger into her. Her walls were so tight and swollen he felt like an intruder and started an even slower retreat as he started to work her up to accepting him. Feeling her clamp down on him while her hips gave a sharp jerk though tested his patience. Pushing back in, this time a little further, he circled the pad of his finger around her plush walls, coaxing them to open and relax.

Kissing her sweat misted shoulder, he cooed and praised over her erratic breath, "You're little cunny is so needy for Daddy's touch. So tight and wet. You like being my good little girl don't you?"

Pushing her arse further into his erection, she moaned, "Have I done good enough to get more?"

"Yes, little monster. You've done a great job at opening up for Daddy. I'll give you more, but only a little at a time."

"Thank you," she groaned in relief as he sank the rest of his finger into her cunt.

Once again pressing along her walls, he slowly worked to have her adjust to the intrusion and stretch so a second finger could join while seeking out the spongy cluster of tissue that connected to her clit. Hooking and dragging his finger along the front of her, he registered its presence a split second before she cried out and bucked into the touch.

"Oh gods! Please, right there. Right there. Don't stop."

Tickling and stroking the spot as she whimpered and keened with her body humping excitedly against his, he promised, "Don't worry. Daddy's not going to stop until your little cunny strangles my finger and coats my palm with your sticky orgasm. Then afterwards we're going to see if I can pull a second one from you. And if I can, how many more it takes till you squirt and make a mess of this bed. I want this whole bath smell of your wet cunt."

"Shite on a biscuit."

Chuckling against her neck, he admonished, "Such dirty words coming from my little witch's mouth. We'll have to fill that up till you learn to speak like my innocent little witch again."

Tapping along the spot that was rapidly unraveling her, Evan felt her arousal increase enough to begin teasing a second finger at her opening. However, feeling the telltale flutter around her walls begin, he redoubled his efforts on the spot. Thrusting into her with a rhythm that matched his stiffened cock, he sealed his lips on the curve where her neck and shoulder met and sucked her blood to the surface, leaving a vividly purple claim on her.

"Daddy, I think… I think I'm about to… Please can I?"

"I know little monster; I can feel it. You can come but you have to be my good girl and yell for me when you do, okay?"

Nodding her head with a broken whimper, she abandoned their slow pace and wantonly started to thrust against his hand while humping his cock, in short, rhythmless jerks.

"There you go, sweetheart. Use me to get yourself off. I want to feel you come undone in my arms."

Swimming in the sensory overload she created, Evan had completely forgotten about what would happen when her magic wrapped them up in its sentient embrace. However, when her walls rippled before gripping his finger with a pulsing vice and she let loose a choked scream of, "Daddy!" He was quickly reminded of what Rabastan, and later Severus, had detailed for them in trying to understand exactly how her god powers worked to ready them as her anchors. He hadn't been anywhere near close to coming himself in spite of her insistent ministrations along his cock. Instead he was too focused on the excited pleasure of getting to explore and learn her body, but as her orgasm broke, bending and arching her back under the rough waves of her pleasure and her voice turned hoarse from the continuous sounds of euphoria, his own release was stolen from deep within his heavily descended sac, proving his friends' words true.

Grunting and panting into Hemrione's hair, he wrapped an arm just beneath the hollow of her throat and pressed his palm against her soaked core, to bring her arse even closer to him. Thrusting and grinding himself against her without finesse, his hot come painted a splattered pattern along the small of her back and the final bones of her spine. His mess slid down into her bum's crevice and lubricated his relentless movements as his release carried on with wringing spurts. And in keeping with her all consuming presence, the blissful feeling didn't end with his untimely ejaculation.

Everywhere their skin touched, fissures of magic connected and wove together. He could feel her power braiding itself with his, irrevocably tying them into an unfrayable bond. And as the heat of her brand seared into his skin with all the gentleness of her caressing fingers, he felt the oddest sensation of being broken free from a shackle he hadn't even known had been holding him prisoner. His entire being was weightless and buoyant within those few seconds he was cradled within her magic, feeling every newly spoken word on her feelings for him penetrate deep into his soul. Even without a binding in place, he knew he was hers as much as any husband belonged to their wife, if not more so. Then as her magic began to dim and recede into her, a blip of a moment passed where he could feel the full weight of her reciprocation of the sentiment - not just for him, but for all of them - before her opalescent glow winked out entirely and they were left with only the soft light of constellations and votive candles he had arranged around the room.

Hermione lay spent in his arms, breathing heavily as she stroked each of his arms, her fingers absently beginning to trace his newly minted tattoo of Aphrodite's Flower.

Trying to catch his breath, he asked, "Is it always so…"

"Intense? Rapturous? Transcendent?"

"Yeah."

"Every single time," she blissfully hummed. "And it'll happen every time the mark changes color." Twisting in his arms so that she faced him, her face radiant with a pink flush that traveled all the way down to her breasts, she confessed, "I can't wait to see what happens when we have sex. I imagine it'll be earth shattering and world building all at the same time."

"Shite sweetheart," he laughed with slight self deprecation, while unexpectedly summoning his shirt to his hand without words or his wand to clean her back with. "Talk about setting a high bar for us, me especially. I don't know which is worse, being your first and disappointing you or following up after Rab or Reg and not being able to compare."

"Evan!" She scolded giving him a playful shove before slapping her hand over her mouth. "I'm sorry," she rushed out. "I don't want to stop doing-"

Tossing the shirt back to the floor along with the questions he now had about his magic, he rested his finger against her lips, silencing her words as he interrupted, "Shh… Hermione, it's okay. As inconceivable as the notion is to me, I think we're on the same page in regards to living a less than orthodox lifestyle. Like you said, we'll figure it out as we go. However if anything does change, I need you to tell me right away. Okay?"

Nodding her head, she snuggled in closer to him, gently reaching down to lay his flaccid prick against her belly while tucking her bent leg between his thighs. Once her head was tucked into place, she spoke into his chest, "As for first times, it's impossible that you'll be a disappointment when we lose our virginity."

Swallowing against the dry lump that had spontaneously formed at her words, he cleared his throat of the frog and said, "Hermione, I appreciate what you're offering, but you're going to want-"

Nuzzling her cheek against his chest, she sleepily said, "I just want to be with each of you and if I'm being honest I also want to try being with two of you at a time as well. Possibly three and ideally all four at least once, maybe twice but I start to get fuzzy on how that would work." Taking a hold of his branded arm, she held it between her breasts like a stuffy and continued, "I would like to experience the loss of my virginity with all of you at the same time but again I'm not sure how that would work or if you all would even be comfortable with that, so I don't care whose first, second, third, and fourth. It'll still be my first time with each of you and therefore just as important and special to me as my very first, first time. And since I don't have a preference, you four can decide.

"Although fair warning, Severus already said that if I didn't naturally progress to sex with one of you before hand, that you'd be first. He sounded pretty final about it and Bast didn't offer any protests so I assume he agrees. So once we're married, you'll be first. Unless you don't want to be. Either way, my only request is that since the Winter Solstice will be here before we know it, I would like to be terribly old fashioned and wait the few months until our binding. Then maybe instead of stripping me bare, you'll fuck me in my dress."

Pressing her lips to his chest as if she hadn't just voiced the very thing he had been dreaming about when it came to their wedding night, she sweetly added, "For now though Daddy, I'm going to nap right here in your arms. Then I want to float naked in that massive thermal pool, feel your large hands massage my body, and then learn how to suck your cock so I can take care of you too. After all that, we can see how many times you can make me come and if I squirt."

Softly laughing as her sleep filled rambles faded into soft, even breaths, Evan reached over her and grabbed the end of the silken duvet to cover them. Taking her with him as he rolled onto his back, he tucked her in and pillowed his head on his bent arm staring up at the ceiling.

He didn't know exactly how to feel about the decision regarding her virginity. None of them were going to fight over it, being that they wanted her above all else, but at the same time he knew no one would turn down the opportunity to be the one to receive that once given and priceless gift. However it was something that would forever place one of them above the rest of the others, if even just slightly, and he didn't want that shift in the dynamic to happen regardless of who it was that pulled ahead.

The construct of a witch's virginity in their antiquated society, surprisingly had a lot less to do with the perceived increase of value and purity of a witch with an intact hymen than most thought. It was true that wizards, especially in old pureblood families, guarded their daughters' and sisters' virginity as though they were Regency muggles and it was also true that their asked for bride prices could be significantly higher with proof of being untouched. However neither of those things stemmed from a societal idea of what constituted a proper lady. Like all things involving magic, a witch's virginity was all about power and the secretions and blood from a virgin womb were one of the most raw forms that existed in their world. It was a coveted thing and one of many reasons why betrothal contracts were still such a common occurrence between all wizarding families and not just the financially and politically elite.

Virgin fluid was an ancient magic that was no longer fully understood but when the head of a wizard's penis met the untouched fluid within a witch's vagina, a soft sort of tether was created between the two. She would always feel a faint but over time ignoble tug towards him as her net of safety and he would feel the same tug to provide and care for her. In addition, and wholly more valuable, a small amount of magic was surrendered by the witch to her chosen wizard as a way to strengthen him should the need ever arise for him to defend his family with all his might.

It was that tether and small kernel of magic that was created and exchanged between his sister and Black that made him hate Regulus's brother all the more. He hadn't just ruined his sister's reputation and gotten her ousted from their family or the disgrace he made of her, he had knowingly taken something of hers that never should have been his to begin with. Even the fucking Viking werewolf deserved the gift of his sister's magic more than Black had or ever would, for the life destroying way he used Eloise. And all of it had merely been a means to get back at Evan for allegedly having slept with Marlene McKinnon the summer before their fifth year.

You stole my girl, so I stole yours, had been Black's exact words right before the infamous fight that had seen him kicked off the quidditch team ensued. And with Hermione as a gravitational anchor to him and Severus, it was those words that made him want to put Black down like a rabid dog before he tried the same shite with her.

So regardless of the soul deep connection her god powers were creating between them all, Evan secretly loathed the idea of being the one to have her virginity. That exchange had been one he had longed to experience while waiting for the right witch to finally come into his life. But now that she was here and for them all, to have something with her that they couldn't each share in didn't feel right. It felt like an exclusion to her other three relationships, almost like a mark against what they were all working towards having with her. Something that would forever separate the two of them from the others when they had all agreed that she wouldn't belong to any one of them, more than the others.

His little monster hated having to choose one over the other in any respect. So much so it filled her with a crippling anxiety when she did. The loss of her virginity was supposed to be a memory she would cherish and forever hold dear to her heart and he couldn't allow it to be tainted with another episode like the one she had when they had left the Great Hall. So come hell or high water he was going to figure out a way for her to not have to choose between them and for them all to experience the gift of her virginity.