A/N: Things are heating up in this chapter with an explicit scene! Big thanks to my beta msmerlin! Thanks for reading!


Chapter 3


Several months later

"There, done!" Hermione said, kissing the parchment and smiling at her hard work. She'd been working with a solicitor and Draco's father, who sat on the Wizengamot, to abolish the Marriage law.

With Mr Malfoy on her side, she had pulled in several women affected by the Marriage Law to testify against it when the time came. These were the same women who were being married off to abusive husbands and would benefit from the law being abolished the most.

Rolling up the parchment, she placed it in a protective container before sending it off with the Malfoy eagle owl, Genesis, who had been waiting patiently until she finished it. Mr Malfoy would present it to the Wizengamot, and then a court date would be set.

Her job was done until that happened.

Now, her focus was to put more time into studying for N.E.W.T's, which were now only 7 months away. Between her head girl duties, preparing to abolish the marriage law, and studying, she hadn't had much time for anything else. And thinking about that, she felt a bit bad, and sadness overcame her. She had spent a little time with Harry and Draco, though she knew they were spending ample time with each other.

She was debating skiving off her studies for the rest of the day and finding her boyfriends when the portrait hole into the common room opened.

"Hermione?" Draco asked, walking in, his hand clasped in Harry's.

Hermione stared at their hands and swallowed a lump in her throat. Looking up, she did her best to smile. "Hey, you two."

Harry frowned. "What's wrong?"

She shook her head. "Nothing's wrong. I was just thinking—nevermind, it's silly."

Harry let go of Draco's hand and came to her side. "Hermione, we promised to be honest with each other, remember? Tell us what's wrong."

She looked down at her fingers, weaving them together, something she did when she was upset or nervous.

"Hey," Draco said, grabbing her hands. "Look at me." She looked up, her vision a bit blurry, tears starting to pool in the corner of her eyes. "Tell us what's wrong. We aren't going to judge or be angry, okay? You've been patient with us, we promise to do the same for you. Right, Harry?"

"Right," Harry echoed. He squeezed her thigh in comfort.

Hermione nodded. "I, uhm, just came to the realization that I've been ignoring you both in favor of things that seem so trivial now that I think about it."

"We've been busy too, okay?" Harry assured her. "We know that when you put your mind to something, you don't stop." He paused. "And, the marriage law is anything but trivial. We should have been helping you more than we have."

"I just—I was feeling guilty and then when I saw you walked in holding hands and I-I, I know it's silly, but I was a bit jealous."

Draco pulled Hermione up from the chair and led her over to the sofa. He pushed her down and sat next to her, lifting her legs into his lap. Harry sat down on her other side, pulling her into his arms, her back against his chest.

"You have nothing to be jealous about. We might want each other, but we both want you. Nothing has changed that." Harry pressed a kiss to her temple.

Hermione relaxed into Harry's embrace and took several deep, mindful breaths, trying to calm herself. It seemed she might have gotten worked up for no reason, especially when both Harry and Draco were so understanding and sweet.

"If we thought you were neglecting us, we would have let you know," Draco told her. "Besides, someone who is neglectful doesn't still go on Hogsmeade dates or sneak off to the Room of Requirement for a good snog."

Hermione curled the sides of her lips up into a closed mouth smile and shook her head. "That was maybe three times in the past three months. I haven't been around much, and I'm sorry. Really, I am, to the both of you."

"Granger." Hermione's eyes popped open at the sound of Draco calling her by her last name and was surprised to find him leaning toward her. "Hermione," he said, a bit softer.

She leaned forward away from Harry and pulled Draco into a kiss. She hoped it communicated everything she wanted to say and everything that she felt. His lips were soft, as always, as they moved against hers. The nerves she was feeling dissipated and heat pooled in her belly as he deepened the kiss, his tongue running across the seam of her lips, begging for entrance. She pulled back, her chest heaving a bit as she caught her breath.

She turned to Harry and pressed a kiss to his lips as well, draping her arms over his shoulders and around his neck. Kissing Harry was different than kissing Draco. While Draco was tender, Harry was a bit rougher and she shivered as she ran her fingers over his stubble, remembering what it felt like to have him in between her legs. As she pulled away a bit and nipped at his upper lip, she could taste some of the treacle tart he had for dessert.

They were like night and day, yin and yang — it was perfection, the best of both worlds.

But Draco didn't let her forget he was there. His hands roamed up her legs, and then her chest before his deft fingers carefully untied the Gryffindor tie around her neck, tossing it to the side. When she broke the kiss from Harry, Draco had moved her feet to the floor and stood, holding out his hand for her. She took it and stood up, Harry following. When she looked back, he shot her a lopsided grin as he adjusted his trousers.

"Harry's room or yours?" Draco whispered, pulling her close, nipping at her ear.

"Harry's," she breathed back, linking her fingers with Draco's, grabbing onto Harry's arm.

Draco led them away from the common room to Harry's bedroom, familiar with the path because of his many nightly visits. He pushed the half-closed door open, and Hermione wasn't surprised to see how clean it was, knowing from their time on the hunt that he was always tidy. He admitted during their time in the tent that he had had to keep it spotless when he lived with the Dursleys and now it was a habit.

Draco pulled Hermione toward the bed. When she got there, he pushed her lightly onto it, so she didn't fall back, but instead sat on the edge. Harry and Draco stood side by side, right in front of her, close enough to touch her.

Harry raised an eyebrow. "What do you want, love?"

"You, both of you," she whispered, feeling bold. She felt her face heat up at her admission but didn't look away.

"Awh, now come on, sweetheart," Draco crooned, bending over at the waist, so they were at eye level. "Be more specific. Tell us what you want."

Hermione looked up into Draco's eyes before looking into Harry's. She loved the depth of color in both boy's eyes—she could almost lose herself in them.

"Touch me," she instructed.

Hermione laid back on the bed and feeling even bolder than before, she pulled Draco down on her left side, Harry on her right. She took ahold of Draco's hand and guided it slowly down her face, throat, before stopping on her chest.

Draco began to touch Hermione through her clothing, tweaking her nipples and massaging her breasts. As Draco got to work unbuttoning her blouse, Hermione turned her head toward Harry and mimicked her actions with Draco but instead guided his hand toward the lower half of her body. She ran his hand lightly up her thigh before coming to rest in between her legs.

Harry nodded, and Hermione arched her back as Harry reached around to unhook the clasp on her skirt. She lifted her hips as Harry brought the garment down her legs.

"Let me make things easier for all of us, love," Draco said. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his wand. With a wave, their clothing disappeared, and they lay there nude.

"So thoughtful," Hermione said, grinning at him. Reaching for him, Hermione brought Draco down and pressed a kiss to his lips as his hands continued to roam. She felt Harry's hands skim up her legs, stopping at the apex of her thighs. Hermione could feel his hesitation and sensed that he was nervous, despite having slept together since the marriage law was announced.

"We've done this before," Hermione said, pulling away from Draco, looking down at Harry. "Are you nervous?"

"Just all three of us, together, it's different than just me and you ."

"Nothing has changed," Hermione promised. "I won't and will never compare you and Draco. You both make me feel amazing, and now I want both of you at the same time."

Harry nodded as Draco leaned in, pressing a kiss to his lips. "Don't fret." He pulled his hands away from Hermione for a moment to place his hands on Harry's cheeks. "You're a natural." Draco winked. "Promise."

Harry felt his face grow hot, and he nodded once more. "Come here," Hermione beckoned. Harry pulled himself up, so his face was next to hers. "Kiss me, touch me, please?"

Harry barely let her finish her words before his lips were on hers, every ounce of love he had for her pouring into the kiss. When he pulled away, he nipped at her lips and began kissing down her neck. She felt his hand travel down her stomach and finally, his fingers grazed across the bundle of nerves she had been begging him to touch. She gasped at his touch, and with her mouth open, Draco took the opportune moment to shove his tongue in her mouth, their tongues dancing. Hermione moaned at the over-stimulation, Draco's fingers tweaking at her nipples as Harry lightly touched her wet folds.

Harry moved back down the bed, his face now in between her legs. Draco pulled away from the kiss just as she felt the first swipe of Harry's tongue against her clit, two of his fingers slowing pushing into her cunt.

Hermione rocked her hips in time with Harry's fingers as Draco's fingers were plucking her taut nipples, eliciting more breathy moans from her.

"Let us hear you, sweetheart. Let Harry know what a good job he's doing."

Hermione cried out again as Harry withdrew his fingers and replaced them with his tongue. She let her knees fall open further as he wrapped his hands around her thighs and feasted upon her cunt. Draco's fingers made their way down to her clit and began rubbing in slow circles, his mouth now lavishing attention on her breasts, leaving marks in his wake. It wasn't long before Hermione felt that coil deep within her tighten and she screamed as her orgasm washed over her.

Harry licked her through her waves of pleasure, Draco still rubbing light circles on her now sensitive clit.

"So beautiful," Draco whispered in her ear, placing open-mouthed kisses on her neck.

Harry moved in between her legs and up her body before wrapping an arm around Draco's back and pressing several kisses to Hermione's mouth. She could taste herself on Harry's lips and moaned into his mouth.

Hermione felt both boy's erections pressing against her stomach and leg. "Let me help you now...both of you." The boys grinned at each other and then at Hermione, nodding their heads in agreement.

Having never sucked two cocks at once, getting into position was quite awkward for the three of them. Hermione eventually decided to kneel on the floor, while the two boys stood next to each other, close to the bed for support just in case. Hermione placed a cushioning charm under her knees to make the position more comfortable.

Hermione looked up at them before placing each of her hands on one cock. She started with what she knew they liked—she gave several pumps of her hand before deciding to press her mouth to the tip of Draco's cock. She took his length into her mouth and began to bob her head at the same pace as she was moving her hand on Harry's.

"Fuck," Draco moaned, thrusting a bit into her mouth.

Hermione pulled off of his cock and smiled up at him lasciviously, placing her hand back on his member and slowly began pumping him. She mimicked what she had done to Draco with Harry, bobbing her head at the same pace.

Harry groaned. "I'm close."

"Me too," Draco said.

Hermione pulled her mouth off of Harry. "Come on me," she told them, sitting back on her heels.

"You're sure?" Draco asked, raising an eyebrow.

Hermione nodded and opened her mouth as the boys fisted their cocks in her direction. It was only a few moments before Harry came, his cum spurting out, some of it landing on her tongue, most of it on her chest. Hermione leaned forward and took his cock in her mouth, licking last of the come that dribbled off his cock.

Hermione hummed contentedly as she once more sat back on her heels, waiting. Draco was still fisting his cock furiously as Harry stepped in and ran his fingers over Draco's nipples, pushing his tongue into his mouth. Draco moaned into Harry's mouth as Hermione moved his hand away and replaced it with her mouth. Hermione bobbed her head once, twice, and then Draco was coming down her throat. She felt powerful in that moment having brought him over the edge. So much so, that she was tempted to spread her legs once more for her boys and bring herself off in front of them. It had been hotter than she imagined and she couldn't wait to do it again.

Harry pulled away and smirked, Hermione grinning as well as she stood up from the floor.

Draco was still breathing heavily, coming down from his orgasm, before eyeing them both. "You two ganged up on me."

"Don't pretend you didn't love it," Hermione told him before pressing a kiss to his lips.

"I taste good," Draco commented.

"That you do, love."

Hermione walked over the bed and crawled underneath the duvet. Both boys just stared after her. "Well, are you going to join me or not?"

Harry walked over to the bed and slid under the covers, pulling Hermione close, pressing a kiss below her ear. She shivered and pressed her arse up against him.

"I need at least a cleaning charm on myself before I crawl into bed." Draco reached for his wand and gestured to his body, still glistening in sweat, and come on his hand.

"Scourgify all of us," Hermione told him with a yawn. "I still have come all over me." With a wave of his wand, they felt clean enough to fall asleep — a more thorough cleaning, perhaps in the shower, could wait until morning. For now, the trio was content, dozing off in each other's arms.