A/N: Hello! Welcome, welcome, welcome to my newest story AND my first Dreomione! Oh, I'm so excited for you all to be here and to be reading this with me! Now, mind the tags. The first 6 chapters are DH re-writes before we got off on my little journey, because the set-up matters. I'll note any specific chapter triggers at the start of chapters. Updates will be Mondays.

I have an amazing Alpha/Beta team, who I will be crediting at the end of this story (swear I'm not snuffing any of them, but the list keeps growing and so I'm going to do it all in one clean swoop versus trying to remember to add everyone).

I'm excited, not going to lie, to be adding more to the Dreomione fandom. Seriously, if you love this triad, check out the Dreomione Appreciation group on facebook, so much good content to find there. OR if this is your first dip into it, still check out the group because you'll find some gems.

I am going to go ahead and give a shout out to Ceilidchaos right now, because this story came from a late night of sitting up watching baby shark on repeat when I sent her a message saying, you've got to hear me out.

Without stalling anymore... I hope you enjoy.

Story Summary: After being in a secret relationship for the last nine months, Hermione Granger and Theodore Nott realize that the war is now upon them. Theo decides that he must do whatever it takes to keep his ex-boyfriend, Draco Malfoy, safe in the upcoming months. Hermione, however, has to help Harry Potter in his Horcrux hunt.

After the battle is won, Theo and Draco search for their missing piece and cannot find her. When they discover that Hermione, along with Theo's newborn baby, are missing, they must go looking for her. Because, they aren't the only ones looking for the new mother and the youngest Nott.

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Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy/Theodore Nott, Hermione Granger/Theodore Nott, Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, Draco Malfoy/Theodore Nott, Hannah Abbott/Pansy Parkinson, Neville Longbottom/Harry Potter, Luna Lovegood/Blaise Zabini

Characters: Hermione Granger, Theodore Nott, Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Luna Lovegood, Pansy Parkinson, Blaise Zabini, Blaise Zabini's Mother, Hannah Abbott, Nott Sr. (Harry Potter)

Additional Tags: Secret Relationship, Unplanned Pregnancy, Teen Pregnancy, Magical Pregnancy, Stressful Birth, Smut, Gay Harry Potter, Ron Weasley Bashing, Hermione Granger & Pansy Parkinson Friendship, Healer Pansy Parkinson, Book 7: Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, BAMF House-Elves, Child Abuse, Death Eater Draco Malfoy, Death Eater Theodore Nott, Post-Battle of Hogwarts, Missing Hermione Granger, Good Theodore Nott, Bisexual Theodore Nott, Bisexual Draco Malfoy, Time Skips, Triad relationship, Eventual Happy Ending

Chapter 1: The Wedding

Clutching her small beaded bag to her chest, Hermione couldn't help but smile at the large Bulgarian who had just led her in one of the best dances she'd had all night. She was transported back to the Yule Ball when she'd taken a similar turn around the dance floor with him.

She found herself looking for, a head of pale blond hair, who had wound up as her partner the last time around. He hadn't made eye contact, but she'd noticed that his usual sneer was lacking its normal malice. It had been jarring. After a few turns, his grey eyes had shone with wonderment and curiosity, as if she were a puzzle he was determined to figure out.

She was brought back from that particularly pleasant memory by a certain red-headed friend of hers. His grumbling was nearly inaudible. With an eye roll, Hermione held a hand to her ear, "Sorry Ronald, didn't catch that." A quick glance at her watch telling her that she didn't have time to entertain a pity party for him right now.

"I said, care to dance, 'Mione?" Ron snapped at her with a harsh voice.

"Not at the moment, no. Now if you'll excuse me." Hermione replied, giving a tight smile and a curt nod in his direction. Another glance at her watch told her that if she didn't hurry, she was going to be late.

Moving away from him, Hermione began to maneuver her way through the crowd when a hand caught her elbow, completely stopping her in her tracks. A glance over her shoulder told her all that she needed to know, "This isn't a repeat of the Yule Ball, Ronald." She snapped at him, ignoring the fact that she'd been making the comparison herself only a moment ago.

"Come on, Mione, where else do you need to go? Just dance with me, you danced with him ." Ron responded as his eyes flickered over to where Viktor was now standing and speaking with Bill and Fleur, laughing at something the blushing bride had just said.

"Honestly, Ronald. It's hardly a compliment when you ask me angrily because I was dancing with Viktor." Hermione snarled, ripping her arm out of his grasp, noticing the slight red mark from where his fingers had been. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to use the ladies."

Turning on her heel and snatching two glasses of champagne from a floating tray on her way out of the tent, Hermione glanced down at her watch again. A flick of her wand and the glasses were floating behind her, as she slipped out of her lilac-coloured heels and took off at a run towards the anti-apparition wards.

How many more chances would she get after tonight? How much longer until she was on the run with Harry and Ron unable to slip away? When would their time be up? The world was about to be overturned, and she had to take whatever time she could with him.

These thoughts pushed her legs to run faster past the wards. Up the hill, she could see the shimmer of the wards, the only thing separating Hermione from what she'd been dreaming of since she'd gotten off the Hogwarts Express at the start of the summer holiday.

Not much further, and she'd be there. She jumped through the wards as the magic tingled over her skin. She whipped her head back and forth, eyes jumping everywhere. A glance back down at her watch told her that she was right on time. The champagne glasses that had been following her began tapping on her back, trying to get her attention. Tears pricked her eyes, fearing she may have been too late when she heard the whistle. Taking off at a run again, she pushed her already straining muscles, toward the grove of trees where the sound had come from.

Breaking through the tree line to a small clearing, there he was, laying on a blanket, waiting for her.

"Theo," Hermione breathed out his name as she lunged herself into his arms. A sob caught in her throat. The feel of his warm, strong arms wrapped around her, felt like home.

"Mia," He whispered into her hair, she could feel as he nuzzled his face into her curls, breathing her in.

She buried her face even deeper into his chest, the smell from his clove cigarettes and his charcoal body wash transported her back to the simpler times before Draco Malfoy let Death Eaters into the school and Albus Dumbledore was murdered.

"I missed you," the words came out as her tears freely fell onto the soft fabric of Theo's shirt. He was here, he had made it. At this moment, they were both safe and alive. "We're supposed to be confirming each other's identities, constant vigilance." She scolded him but unwilling to release her hold on him.

Theo chuckled, making her smile. She'd complained about Mad-Eye to him enough that Theo knew the reference she had made. "Where were we the first time you hugged me?" He asked, making her smile at the memory.

"I love you, but I don't know how much time we have," he told her as she looked up into his beautiful sapphire eyes framed by his round tortoise shell glasses.

"What do you mean you don't know how much time we have?" The champagne glasses tapped her back once again, Hermione pulled her gaze away from Theo reaching to hand a glass to him. "Is it your father? He's not, you know, asking you to do anything, right?"

Theo's tanned hand accepted the glass before throwing the contents back in one go.

Fear shot up her spine, because today was Theo's seventeenth birthday. Would today be the day that like Draco, Theo would be forced to take the Mark, swearing loyalty to someone, just for the hope of living another day?

As if he could read her thoughts, the smirk that first caught her eye, the year before, pulled at his lips. "Not until later, but yes, he expects me to take the Mark tonight. There is something else happening though, I didn't hear much, but father was in and out of the Manor all day. I don't know what it is, but something big is coming." They let his words settle between them as the discarded glass tipped over as Theo pulled her face in for a kiss.

"I've missed you, more than you'll know." He whispered as he pulled away from her lips, letting his mouth travel down the column of her neck. The sigh slipped from her lips without Hermione even realizing that it was coming. More tears formed in her eyes as she pulled back to look into his dark blue eyes. The moon light caught the sadness in his eyes, the reality and hopelessness of their situation crashing down even harder around them. "You're going to do it, when he tells you to. Aren't you?" She asked, already knowing the answer to the question she'd asked countless times before.

"I'm sorry, you know I can't leave him alone in this." Theo whispered, resting his forehead against hers.

"Because you still love him." Hermione choked out, pulling away tears brimming in her eyes. "You could die, Theo. You're jumping into this, and I can't lose you. Right now, you could still run. The Order could help you, hide you. Both of you, please, Theo." Hermione's tears stained her face as she held him even tighter.

"Draco can't run, you know that his Mark won't allow it. If he tried, the Dark Lord would give Narcissa to Greyback. We can't let that happen, Mia.

"You're going to be safe; you're going to be with your parents out of the country, safe and I'll be with him, keeping each other safe. I love you both so much. Wherever you're going, you'll be safer there." Theo whispered going back to his assault on her neck. He kept repeating the word 'safe' into the satin of her skin like an incantation.

No more words were said as Theo pulled the lilac dress off her shoulders and down her arm, exposing already taut nipples that were begging for his attention. Theo dipped his head, just as he had done dozens of times before, smirking as a moan slipped from her lips.

Licking and nipping at her peaks, Hermione threw her head back, begging him not to stop. Theo slapped her right breast, leaving harsh imprints of his hand against her skin. The sting made Hermione's head jerk back to look down at Theo who was smirking at her through his lashes, over the top of his glasses.

He moved his attention to her left nipple while his hands soothed the raw skin. Theo misusing her breasts made her cunt clench. Hermione reached out with shaking hands to the buttons on his shirt. With a huff out of frustration, Hermione ripped the entire offensive garment from his body, sending the buttons flying in every direction. Theo chuckled, as the buttons fell into the grass around them. He turned to look back down at her with hooded eyes.

In this moment they were together, just two teenagers in love, no War, no evil Dark Lord, no Blood Prejudice keeping them apart. Just Hermione and Theo, soaking up the moonlight, and ignoring the real world that required them each to wear a mask to keep the other safe.

Standing, Hermione let her carefully selected dress slide to the ground in a pool at her feet. She smirked as she watched Theo's throat bob at the scraps of white lace she wore. Carefully stepping out of the knickers, she tossed them onto his bare chest... "Your birthday gift," she murmured, his eyes darkening as the scent of her arousal hit him.

With a wave of her wand, Theo's pants disappeared, and his member stood straight up in front of him waiting for attention from his witch. She slowly sunk on top of him, moaning at the stretch to her cunt as he filled her to the hilt.

Rocking her hips and throwing back her head, Hermione set a rhythm that pushed her body and burned her thigh muscles. Emotions were flying high, her body humming with each thrust of her hips as she ground herself against him again and again. She kept herself steady by sinking her nails into his shoulders, drawing blood, her climax steadily building towards her breaking point.

"Fuck, Mia," he groaned as he began thrusting, grabbing her hips to lift her before slamming her down to the hilt again.

"I'm close." She let the sob croak out of her throat just as Theo's fingers found her clit and gave a twist. With a shriek Hermione tumbled over the edge that she'd been riding, just as Theo's own thrusts became erratic before his release. "I love you," she cried out looking down into his eyes just as his own orgasm overtook him.

Just as his seed settled in her womb, screams of terror and explosions split through the silence in the air. Whipping her head around, not seeing anything through the thick copes of trees, Hermione looked back at Theo who was jumping up from where they'd lain. Hermione pulled her dress from the ground, yanking it on over her head, and grabbed her small, beaded bag taking off running towards the screams. Leaving Theo standing naked with her shoes, soaked panties, and spilled champagne behind. She could hear him calling her name, but she couldn't stop and go back to him. This was it; this was the start of everything, and she had to reach Harry and Ron.

Fuck, this wasn't supposed to happen. They were supposed to have time, there was supposed to be more time. Running down the hill towards the tent, Hermione spotted the tall form of Ron and a Polyjuiced Harry next to him.

"RON!" Hermione screamed, waving her hands trying to get his attention, but there was too much happening around them as she crashed into a hard chest that had just materialized in front of her.

The rotting smell coming off the man in front of her caused Hermione to gag before she looked up and caught sight of Fenrir Greyback scowling down at her. His scarred face and glowing yellow eyes made Hermione shiver, remembering what he had done to Bill just a few months earlier.

"What's a pretty little thing like you doing out here?" He sneered leaning in closer and taking in her smell, sniffing her like the beast he was. A wicked smile creeped onto his face with recognition, "Meeting up with the little Nott are you?" His barking laugh pierced the air, hoping that he was distracted enough, Hermione lunged, attempting to dip past the mad werewolf. A strong arm shot out, grabbing her, "Tsk, tsk, tsk, the chase is half the fun, but can't let you slip away in this mess now, can I?"

A burst of light hit the werewolf in the center of his back, causing him to fall forward, collapsing next to Hermione, when she looked up and saw both Ron and Harry standing in front of her with their wands raised. She had a split second of fear that they might have heard what Greyback said about smelling Theo on her, but she didn't have time to analyze their faces... She ran forward and jumped towards her friends, holding out her hand. Just as she turned, Greyback was coming back to consciousness with a sneer on his face, but then they were gone.

Landing on Tottenham Court Road, Hermione released her hands from Ron and Harry's as they began walking at a quick pace. Eyes scanning their surroundings, she was desperately looking for a place they could hide. The adrenaline coursing through her from her romp with Theo and then almost being caught by Greyback was making her jump at every sound around them.

"Where are we, and where the bloody hell were you? You almost got caught, 'Mione!" Ron scolded as Hermione led the boys to an alley she'd just spotted, where they could change out of their wedding attire.

"Tottenham Court Road, and I was off getting fresh air. Quickly now, we need to change so that we aren't drawing any more attention to ourselves." Hermione instructed as she winced, stepping on a piece of glass, forgetting that she'd left her shoes with Theo in the clearing. Waving her wand, an Episkey sealed the cut and cleared the blood away.

"What happened to your shoes?" Harry asked as Hermione began digging out jeans and jumpers for each of them to change into. By now the Polyjuice potion had worn off and Harry was back to standing in front of her with his messy hair and scar on display, eyes squinting from his poor vision. Pulling his glasses out of her bag, Hermione shoved them onto his face before pulling out an outfit and shoes for herself.

"Lost them when I was running. I'd like to see you run in heels, Ronald." She scolded the red head after he made a sound of disbelief. "Now, turn around the both of you." She instructed as she turned her back on them and slipped off the dress before tossing it into the dumpster next to her. A glance at her hips showed the finger shaped bruises that Theo had managed to leave on her during their coupling. A sticky sensation between her legs as his cum dripped out of her quim and down her thigh. Her chest was littered with his love bites and handprints making her heart clench and tears pool in her eyes. She missed him already, her heart aching for his presence.

Now wasn't the time to wish for things that couldn't be nor was it time to cry. She pulled her own shirt and jeans on, zipped up a jacket, and laced her trainers, ready for whatever was coming.

"Let's go," she instructed the boys as they turned around to face her again. "There's a little café not too far from here that we can sit in and get our bearings."

ooo

"You will not embarrass me, boy. Do you understand?" Thoros Nott hissed into his son's ear as he pulled him up the drive towards Malfoy Manor.

"Yes, Father." Theo said with a steady voice as he followed his father towards the large doors of the home that he'd spent so much of his childhood in.

"You are not to make a sound while you're being marked, do you understand me or I will be forced to silence you and punish you later," he spat at him. Using his Occlumency, Theo continued locking away the memories that he couldn't have anyone find. Her sparkling honey eyes, her olive skin, the bouncing dark curls, the tight grip of her wet cunt as it fluttered on his cock just hours earlier.

Hermione Granger could not be found on him during his initiation. Even though he'd showered after leaving the Weasley Family Home, he could still smell her vanilla and jasmine scent. He tried to shut out the fact that she'd run away from him, towards the screaming.

Why was she always moving towards the screaming?

Ignoring that question for now, he continued to lock her away. Safe, she was safe. The plans had been discussed; she was going to some unknown location with her parents. She was leaving England using muggle means, and she would be far away from this bloody war until he could come and get her. They had their Protean coins to communicate, so she'd let him know when she was out. Letting all thoughts of her slip away again, Theo focused his mind so that he was ready to face the Dark Lord.

Stepping into the grand foyer of Malfoy Manor, the flash of white-blonde hair caught his attention, but he didn't dare look towards his lover. They hadn't spoken to him since the night Draco had let the Death Eaters into the school, but surely his oldest friend would have known that he was going to wind up here, just like him.

Their fathers, the right bastards they were, had no problem bowing down to a Mad Man. At least Draco wasn't offered to gain more favor and raise Lucius's position, like Theo. No, Draco's Mark had been a punishment for the Elder Malfoy's failures.

On the other hand, Theo's father just wanted to secure his place with the Dark Lord. If Theo died tonight during the marking ceremony, he doubted the man would bat an eye. Poetic to be born and die on the same day. Dying the same day as his mother. He wondered what someone visiting the Nott cemetery in the future would make of that. The thought almost made him laugh.

Keeping his chin up and his mask in place, Theo continued sorting through his mind. So much that couldn't be found Draco's soft touch the first time they made love,Pansy offering to help hide their secret, unknowingly taking Hermione's virginity against the bookshelf in the restricted section. Memory after memory being stored away.

He then brought forward the memories of the beatings his father would give him when he found out that Theo was second best to a Mudblood in school. Daphne Greengrass, kissing him next to the Black Lake during his second year. His mother, bleeding out and dying at the dinner table while his father continued eating his steak, as if he hadn't just slit his wife's throat. Anything for this mad man to see that won't put anyone he loved at risk.

Stepping into the once beautiful ballroom, he felt sorrow for its lost elegance. It was now overrun with Dark Magic and the blood of so many people. At the far end, behind the Dark Lord's throne, another flash of white hair slipped into the room before hiding behind a tapestry. Theo doesn't want Draco to be here, he doesn't need to see this happening.

"What a wonderful evening this is turning out to be," called out his Father's Master from his platform as he looked down at the small gathering of his followers. "First, we take over the Ministry and install our new Minister, ready to do our bidding, then we begin enacting laws to help preserve our beliefs and the purity of magic itself."

So that's what they had been planning, it explained the lack of Death Eaters around to witness Theo handing his soul over to this maniac. Another breath, and Theo locked more thoughts away, occluding his true self and bringing forward another memory: his father, when he pulled out the snake whip that he carried around in his pocket for easy use whenever Theo or one of the house elves displeases him.

"The next triumph was the capture of numerous members of the Order of the Phoenix, who foolishly chose to have a celebration of their own." The pale white hand gestured over the small cheering crowd. Theo brought forth another terrible memory: his mother being tortured so often that the tremors in her joints never went away, making every step she took in life a painful reminder of the monster she'd been forced to wed. "We even managed the task of capturing some of the – party guests." A yellow smile contrasted against the white skin, the red eyes shining with mirth.

"And now, those of you gathered here," Theo watches as Fiendfyre engulfs his beloved nanny elf for bringing Theo a blanket while he was locked in the dungeons for not beating a Mudblood in any class for a third year in a row. "Bear witness to another joining our brotherhood, in the name of purity."

At this a struggling short red-headed man was being pulled into the ballroom. His face was disfigured, and his pants were soiled. The smell alone made Theo want to vomit on the floor in front of him, but he held back. "Theodore, come forward, please." The red eyes pierced into his own as the Dark Lord began to rip through Theo's thoughts and memories. Everything he had pulled forward to be on display, quickly passed through, none of it of any interest to the Dark Lord. The pain made his brain feel like it was being split, but Theo did not move.

His safe, securely locked away, didn't even rattle at the intrusion. The Dark Lord didn't care, he was just looking. He saw Theo glaring at Potter and Weasley, while he stood behind as Draco made fun of them. He found Theo laughing at Draco's 'Potter Stinks' badges that he'd made in their Fourth Year while they sat with a group of Slytherins in the common room.

He found the time his father had made him walk across hot coals after he had stepped in a mud puddle outside and caused it to splash on his father's robes. Theo as he turned down girls asking him out, and his sneer because she was in a house other than Slytherin.

It seemed the Dark Lord was satisfied with what he found, because his high-pitched laugh broke the silence. "Nott, you have raised your heir to know his place and follow you. You have trained him well." Theo's expressionless face gave away nothing of his disdain for his father as the Dark Lord's eyes flickered in his direction again. "Shall we begin?" The man said, stepping away from Theo and back onto his rafter, so that he stood above the seventeen-year-old. "Theodore Alexander Nott, do you pledge your loyalty to the cause, seeking to preserve those beliefs of our great ancestors, and to follow my footsteps and abide by my every command to ensure our vision for the future is seen to come to fruition?"

"I do," Theo said in a flat voice.

"Step forward," the Dark Lord commanded, holding his wand out before slicing in a downward motion, cutting open Theo's left forearm. "The blood you shed tonight, of your own free will, binds you to me." The massive loss of blood that Theo was sustaining was starting to make him feel lightheaded and dizzy. Knowing his father though, Theo willed himself to stay conscious, it would do no good to pass out. If he passed out, he was dead.

His body trembling, Theo didn't know how much longer he would be upright when the Dark Lord met his eyes again. "You will live for me, kill for me – and if I order you – die for me. Do you accept, young Theodore?"

"I do," Theo could feel his lips becoming colder as the blood loss continued. Stepping forward, the Dark Lord stuck the tip of his wand into Theo's opened forearm and began whispering words that Theo couldn't hope to hear or understand in his current condition. It felt as if a hot branding iron was being pressed into his bone. Every nerve ending in his body screaming at him to make a noise, until finally a soft groan slipped out.

A familiar wave of magic flowed over him as his father's silencing spell took his voice away. Fucking bastard couldn't look like he had made a weak son in front of his deranged friends.

"Kill the muggle filth, Theodore." The man whispered into his ear. With a shaking hand, Theo lifted his wand and tried to whisper the incantation. The magic didn't work, but still there was a flash of green light at the muggle in front of him dropped in a pool of his own sickness and other bodily fluids.

"Welcome to the cause." The Dark Lord whispered as he raised his wand off the newly branded Dark Mark. As if strings had been severed, Theo's body collapsed to the floor next to the dead muggle.

ooo

A pounding headache tore through him as a bright light shone through Theo's closed eyelids, making him instantly vomit. "Shh, it's okay. I'm here, I've got you." A soothing familiar baritone whispered into his ear as cool strong hands stroked his back. "You're safe now. You're in my room, you don't have to go anywhere, not right now."

"Draco?" Theo croaked out, his voice a familiar scratchy sound from silent screaming.

"It's okay, love, I'm here and I'm not leaving you." Draco whispered again, cleaning the mess off Theo with a Scourgify before leaning in and softly kissing his forehead. "I told you to run, Theo. Why didn't you run when you had the chance?" Draco's voice cracked as a sob threatened to rip from him.

"I couldn't leave you behind, idiot." Theo whispered after taking a sip of water and laying his head back. "Do… do you know… who they caught from the Order?" Theo asked, looking up into Draco's grey eyes.

"No one I recognized." Draco answered, gently running his hand on Theo's face before handing him a pain potion. "Go back to sleep now, I'll be here when you wake."

With that, Theo's mind drifted off to the girl with the coffee curls and honey eyes and hoping that she was well on her way out of the country.