A/N:Alphabet love to WordsmithMusings!

I don't think y'all are ready for this chapter. This thing is twice as long as all others(you're welcome btw! I COULD'VE broken this into two but didn't want to leave y'all hanging!).

Also. ALSO! I wrote the last chapter and I'm so excited for you all to read it.

Enjoy this one, we're getting close to the end.

Chapter Fifteen:

They had worked all night.

The first round of potion hadn't been a success; it had barely been stronger than a Pepper-up. For the second batch, Hermione added a bit of Bubotuber pus, which made the potion a bit stronger, but still not enough.

By the fifth batch, Hermione was ready to tear her hair out. She had tested everything she thought would've worked: Lionfish Spine, Vervain infusion, Dragon claw. But nothing boosted the potion as she needed. They were beginning to run low on supplies, and she couldn't manage any more failures, or they'd have no more time.

Hermione eyed the dandelion root. It worked in theory, the root was complementary with the rest of the potion, but it was such a simple herb. Could it really amplify it enough?

"What else is there to try?" Draco asked when Hermione told him her idea.

Nothing. There was nothing, so they had tried it. Their last batch currently brewed in the cauldron, their stores and supplies depleted. If this didn't work, there was nothing left.

Hermione fell into the settee between Sirius and Draco. Exhaustion overtook her body, and she laid her head against the back of the couch. If she could just close her eyes for a moment...

"Granger," Draco shook her awake, and Hermione startled. How long had she been asleep?

"It's only been half an hour," Sirius answered for her with a small grin. "But we need to talk."

Together, Sirius and Draco stood, moving to sit in the chairs directly across from Hermione. They both looked at her like they were about to reveal some elaborate plan, and Hermione's stomach flipped as they each took one of her hands.

"We had a chance to talk while you were sleeping," Sirius began, his long fingers gripping hers. "About the bond."

"We'll do it."

Hermione's stomach flipped, and she whipped her head to Draco. His gaze averted to their joined hands—there was something wrong about his look.

"What?" Hermione sat forward. "We can keep looking. There could be something else—"

The echo of the bubbling cauldron bounced around the room, pulling everyone's attention to it. The potion was done.

Hermione pulled from their grasps to inspect her work. She could still feel the burn of their fingers on her skin, but she tried to ignore it. She had to focus; what they were doing was too important to mess up. Narcissa's body had lost too much magic, even with Lucius breaking the bond. She needed this potion to live.

The finished liquid inside the cauldron glowed a soft orange, like a sunrise, mixing with the faintest hints of blue. It swirled into a perfect spiral as Hermione stirred it.

"I've never tested this, you know," Hermione told Draco. Her voice came out wrong; she'd failed to contain the desire thrumming beneath her skin. Clearing her throat, she ignored the smirk Sirius gave her and continued. "I don't know for a fact that it will work. It's all theory."

"My mother dies without it, Hermione," Draco whispered. "Even a slim chance is better than none. I trust you. I trust your work."

Hermione chewed her lip and thought. She knew her calculations were perfect, but there was always that slim chance. That human error. Something as simple as over-stirring the liquid or having one too many pieces of Dragon eggshells. But the colour was perfect, exactly as she'd theorised. The dandelion root was the missing piece.

"She'll need one dose an hour for three days," Hermione said as she bottled it. "And... she'll probably need to take one a day for the rest of her life."

Draco nodded and pulled his lips into a tight smile that didn't reach his eyes. "I'm sure she would prefer to take a potion every day rather than die."

A silence hung in the air as Hermione bottled five doses of the orange liquid.

"What now?" Draco asked once she finished.

"Now we go to the hospital and give her the first dose," Hermione said, glancing at the clock. Two in the morning; Merlin—they'd been brewing for hours. "I have a little bit of power being an Unspeakable. I can tell the healer she's been placed on an experimental potion trial per her next of kin—you."

"Shouldn't we tell Harry or Ron?" Sirius asked.

"No," Hermione shook her head. "Then Kingsley will want to be there, and there's not enough time for that. It'll take hours. No, we have to go by ourselves."

Draco chuckled and collected the bottles. "See, Sirius, what did I tell you? Breaks the rules when it suits her."

Hermione shot him a half-hearted glare, her thoughts already rambling as she jotted down the plan. The private Floo in Narcissa's room would be closed; visiting hours were between eight and ten. They'd have to Apparate.

A dozen charms would need to be used on themselves, but hopefully, it would be late enough that the lobby would be empty. Hermione knew Kingsley would chew out for doing this, but she was sick of playing his games. Narcissa was dying, and Hermione had the cure.

If it worked.

Just as Hermione hoped, the lobby was mostly empty. Only a few people occupied the uncomfortable chairs, and at this hour, too tired to care. She was sure the multiple charms on them wouldn't have even been needed.

The receptionist was a young man who looked to be freshly graduated from Hogwarts. He wore a pair of headphones, and she could hear the faint sound of rock music playing from an old Walkman as they approached. How did that work here?

The boy didn't hear them. His feet were propped on the desk, a trashy muggle magazine about celebrities in his hands. His eyes stayed glued to it as Hermione and Draco, hands clasped, breezed past him. Sirius padded quietly on her opposite side in his Animagus form.

Her charms worked perfectly as intended, and they managed to sneak past the nightshift and straight to Narcissa's room. She'd tell the healer after the first dose had been given so they wouldn't be stopped.

Draco pulled one of the vials from his pocket, the liquid glowing in the dark room. He let go of Hermione's hand to walk forward and approach Narcissa by himself. Hermione and Sirius had no choice but to go with him, but she gave him as much space as he could.

Even from this distance, Hermione could see Narcissa's frailty. Whatever energy had been given back when Lucius broke the spell, it had already been used. She had little time left.

Draco placed a gentle hand on Narcissa's chin, tilting her head back and pouring the orange liquid into her mouth. It was a struggle for her to swallow, but she did.

Hermione counted to ten. Nothing happened. Draco glanced over his shoulder with a worried expression.

Sirius whined, and they both looked back to Narcissa. Her skin glowed with the faintest hints of the potion as it moved through her body. It vanished after a few moments; Narcissa already looked healthier.

Her skin no longer looked translucent. She was still pale but not nearly as bad as before.

When Narcissa took her first full, strong breath, Draco crumpled.

He fell to his knees, his hands covering his face as his shoulders shook with silent sobs. Hermione's heart squeezed as she knelt next to him. Sirius softly licked Draco's hands.

"It worked," Draco whispered. He pulled his hands from his face, revealing a smile and tear-stained cheeks.

Suddenly, the smile dropped from his face. Draco reached for Hermione, pulling her closer to him, so she fell against his chest. His lips pressed to hers.

Oh.

Oh.

Hermione's eyes were wide open in shock as Draco Malfoy kissed her. Her brain sent signals throughout her body; heat radiated between her legs. She stared at his tear-soaked lashes for a breath of a second before hers fluttered closed, and she kissed him back.

Sirius let out a sharp whine, causing both of them to jump. Hermione pulled herself from Draco with a nervous laugh and heated face, grabbing Sirius to press a small kiss to the side of his wiry head.

Hermione and Draco stood and looked at Narcissa again. Strength had returned to her features, a steadiness to her breathing that hadn't been there before.

"We need to find the healer on duty and let them know," Hermione said. "And I brought the recipe for them to make more."

Draco leant down and pressed a soft kiss to Narcissa's temple before they left. He seemed happier as they walked; his back stood straighter, and he didn't look quite as tired. Hermione laced their fingers together as they searched for an employee and the soft smile Draco gave her made her heart leap.

Their charms were still hard at work, though it didn't seem to matter. They hadn't seen anyone on their way back up to the front entrance. The receptionist still bobbed his head to Muggle music, blowing a bubble of the gum he smacked as he now scanned the Daily Prophet. Out of habit, Hermione quickly looked over what she could see to look for her name. Thankfully there was nothing, at least not on the front or back pages.

The kid didn't notice their approach due to her charms and his apathetic disposition. Draco cleared his throat, but that wouldn't be enough. Hermione reached across to place her hand on the newspaper and pushed it down to the desk. The receptionist jumped and looked at them with wide eyes.

"Fuckin' hell," he muttered, pulling off his headphones and pausing the music. "You snuck up on me like a ghost."

"We need the healer on duty," Draco stated.

All they received in response was silence and widened, knowing eyes. Damn it.

"Wait!" the receptionist exclaimed, his eyes on her. "You're Hermione Granger!"

Hermione shushed him and glanced around. Thankfully the lobby had emptied since their arrival.

"We learned all about you at school, you know," he continued, ignoring her attempts to quiet him. "Had a whole section on the war in History of Magic! Oh—I just graduated, actually! Mum was super proud; she thinks my magic is a real gift. I'm a half-blood, see; Dad was a wizard, Mum's a muggle. But he died during the war. Wait, hold on—"

He cut off his ramblings and stood straight to search his pockets. He pulled out his wallet, and a faint blush covered his cheeks as three cards slid from a pouch. "Would you... sign your card?"

In his hand were Harry, Hermione, and Ron's Chocolate Frog card. Hermione had forgot they even existed. She took them gently from his hand, scanning over the written words. Harry's, of course, was the more intricate of the three, with a nice gold border and lots of information on his heroics.

Hermione's was pretty, detailing a quick paragraph on her brilliance in school and aiding Harry before receiving her Order of Merlin. Ron's was relatively similar, though his was the only one with a picture.

"He comes around the most," the receptionist told her. "You and Mr Potter I've only seen a few times; your cards are usually empty."

Hermione smiled to herself. That made sense.

"Alright," she said. "Go and get the healer on duty, and I'll sign your card."

The kid stood in a rush, jogging away. Hermione grabbed the nearby quill with a small laugh and signed her name across the back.

"Doesn't it get exhausting?" Draco asked, his brow furrowing.

Hermione shrugged. "He was nice about it, at least. I've had some insane people, especially right after the war. It's why I know how to do so many charms."

Draco leant against the tall counter and rested his cheek on his hand, squeezing hers from where their fingers still tangled together. A smirk pulled his lips. "I'm sure it has nothing to do with you needing to know everything."

Before Hermione could retort, two sets of approaching feet pulled their attention. The boy was back with a healer in tow, both running. The healer looked eerily familiar, yet Hermione couldn't quite place her.

"Daphne," Draco greeted stiffly, his good-humour instantly gone. He stood straight but kept firm hold of Hermione's hand.

Daphne Greengrass. That's where Hermione knew her; they'd gone to school together. It was obvious, however, that something had happened between her and Draco. She looked practically ready to hex him out of the hospital.

Daphne sneered. "Malfoy. What's the emergency?"

"There's no emergency," Draco replied. "We've brought something for my mother. She's a current patient."

Daphne rounded a glare to the receptionist. "You said there was an emergency, Eddie."

Eddie rubbed the back of his head nervously. "It's Hermione Granger! I thought you would've been excited."

"I don't care if Justin Timberlake was here," Daphne bit out. "You don't interrupt my lunch break unless there's a real emergency." She looked back at Draco with a frown, her gaze flickering briefly to Hermione's hand in his. "What do you want, Malfoy?"

"Narcissa's been placed on a trial potion," Hermione said before either of them got into a pissing match. "I have some additional doses as well as the recipe."

Daphne finally looked fully at Hermione and pinched her lips. "I didn't believe all those articles, but it's true, isn't it? You're together."

"Well—" Hermione's face heated. "That's not—"

"It's complicated and none of your business," Draco cut in, saving Hermione. "We're discussing my mother, not my love life."

Thankfully, Daphne dropped the subject and shot Draco a glare as she walked to a nearby cabinet, flicking her wand to summon a file. "There's nothing in her file. Did her healer approve it?"

"He doesn't need to," Hermione continued. "Draco is her next of kin and authorised it."

"That's not normally how we do things." Daphne snidely replied.

Hermione took out her Ministry badge along with the vials of potion and the recipe. She set it all on the counter before Daphne. "I know, but it's the only thing that will save her."

Daphne looked at the recipe card and then the potion before sighing. "Fine, I'll go get the paperwork. I didn't want to eat my sandwich anyway..."

They Apparated from St Mungo's at the crack of dawn, stumbling into Grimmauld just as the sun began to rise. With blind exhaustion, they manoeuvred upstairs to finally sleep. A headache pounded behind Hermione's eyes.

"So, Greengrass doesn't like you?" Hermione asked. It'd been bothering her for a while how Daphne had treated Draco so coldly.

Draco scratched the back of his head, "Well... I was engaged to her little sister, Astoria, for a short time. It...didn't work out."

Oh. Hermione hadn't even known he'd been engaged. Merlin, she didn't even know if he'd been dating anyone before all this.

"It's okay," Draco said quickly, noticing her frown. He placed both hands on either side of her face and made Hermione look at him. "I didn't love her. I couldn't marry her."

Hermione leant into his touch and sighed softly. She didn't know why an odd feeling of jealousy had moved through her.

"Let's take a bath," Sirius told her as she began to undress. "We need to finish that conversation from before we left for the hospital."

Her stomach rolled. Trepidation immediately replaced the tiredness she felt. She glanced at a bare-chested Draco to find his sharp eyes on her.

"I think a bath sounds great," he said.

Of course it did.

Sirius flicked his wand toward the bathroom, and the sound of running water sounded from the doorway. Hermione suddenly felt very flustered and embarrassed about being naked in front of them. She always had, but the last few days, it had gotten easier.

Hermione crossed her arms over her chest and averted her gaze to the nearby wall as Sirius and Draco shucked off their trousers. Their bonds glowed brightly against their naked bodies. She needed to wrap her curls up, but she didn't want to drop her arms. Screw it; she'd just deal with the frizz.

They all stayed silent as they walked to the bathroom, climbing into the heated water. Finally, under cover of sudsy water, Hermione dropped her arms. The water cocooned her in a warm lavender-scented embrace. She forgot for a moment where she was, who she was with. Sleep deprivation began to settle in, forcing Hermione to close her eyes. Just for a moment...

"Hermione," Sirius muttered beside her. "Not just yet, kitten. We still need to talk."

Hermione snapped her eyes open and rubbed them with wet, pruney hands. Draco looked just as tired, but determination filled his features. She already knew what they were going to say.

"You really want to do it?"

Draco moved closer to her. "No."

His blunt answer smacked her square in the face.

"But we have to," Draco continued. His fingers began to trail a path on her arm beneath the water. "I'd rather you choose me, choose us, instead of being forced into it." His grey eyes flickered to Sirius, who nodded his agreement.

"But we're going to do it," Sirius said, moving closer just like Draco. His arm slid around the back of the tub behind her. A scar on his cheek pulled tight as he grinned.

Hermione looked between them both. "You don't know what you're agreeing to. We barely know each other—"

"You don't think we know you?" Draco cut her off, voice stern as he gave her a half-hearted glare. "You don't think we know that you prefer those dark blue pyjama shorts over the others? That when you're reading, you have a habit of twirling your hair and chewing your lips? We've both read the Bridgerton series for you, for fucks sake. We—" Draco cut himself off and pulled a bit away from her.

Sirius reached a hand up to push a wet curl from her face. "We know so much about you, kitten." He whispered, thumb tracing her cheek. "We also see how much you want us. Well—" Sirius grinned again. "I saw it first, of course. Draco took a bit longer."

Draco threw him a real glare, and Sirius laughed as he dropped his hand.

Hermione's heart beat erratically, the sound vibrating in her ears. The heat of the water mixed with her sleep deprivation was doing all kinds of weird things to her body. She trembled beneath the water.

Sirius stopped laughing and turned back to her, his grey eyes bright as his lips dropped to a smirk. On the other hand, Draco pinched his lips together as he stared at her with dark eyes. His fingers were a steady weight on her arm.

The bond began to pulsate beneath the water, the pale blue of it beating to the same rhythm as her heart. Or maybe it was just her vision blurring as her mind warred with her body.

Sirius reached out to cup Hermione's cheek, and she leant into it; Draco pulled her hand to his mouth and pressed a kiss to the inside of her wet palm. Electricity crackled, and blood rushed in her ears as she flicked her eyes between them.

The pad of Sirius' thumb rubbed rough against her cheekbone, and it trailed down to trace the edge of her lip before he dropped his hand. Draco unlaced his fingers, letting her hand fall back beneath the water. No one had smiles on their faces anymore.

"Okay," Hermione whispered. "We'll do it."

But she didn't want their first time to be during a ritual. She wanted to learn them first. "I—" Hermione chewed her lip. How the hell could she even ask for that?

But Sirius knew. Sirius always knew.

"Tell us what you want, Hermione."

Hermione glanced between Sirius and Draco, their Black-family eyes. So similar, yet so different.

"You," she replied, breathless. "Both of you."

Draco took her hand again and lifted it to his face, his molten eyes burning into hers. His lips trailed feather-light kisses across her knuckles; fire raced down her arm. Sirius did the same to her other hand after a moment, but instead of lips, it was his teeth that grazed her.

Hermione whimpered, and Sirius and Draco looked at each other, a silent message passing between them. Sirius moved in the water to kneel before her, his tattooed body partly blocking the morning light. He reached out to cup her cheeks and pulled Hermione closer.

His hot breath ghosted across her face as he whispered, "Would you like to kiss me?"

She stared at him with wide eyes, her brain barely functioning as she replied with a small, "Yes."

Sirius' gaze flickered between her eyes as he lowered his head. Their lips touched lightly, prodding and learning. One of Hermione's hands was still in Draco's, and she squeezed his fingers as the other hand wrapped in Sirius' hair. She pulled Sirius closer to her; their mouths turned firm against one another. Their kiss became heavy, his lips and tongue demanding.

Draco began to trail gentle kisses across her fingers, teeth running along her knuckles. The sensations from both men overwhelmed Hermione, her core throbbed, and the heat of the bathtub began to make her lightheaded.

Sirius broke the kiss, his forehead leaning to hers as they panted. His lips were red and raw, a testament to the bites she gave him in return. Draco set her hand down, his fingers reaching over to push her wet hair over her shoulder. "Let her breathe a little next time."

Sirius pressed a kiss to Hermione's cheek and returned to his original seat with a grin. "Don't act like you don't want to do the same exact thing."

Hermione turned fully to Draco, his eyes dark but not with anger. No—his cheeks were pink, his pupils blown wide.

"You want to kiss me?" Hermione brazenly asked. The kiss from Sirius had left her mind fuzzy, euphoria and serotonin filling her veins.

Draco reached out to wipe the wetness from her bottom lip. "When you look at me like that, it's impossible not to want that."

He moved closer, their naked chests brushing. Hermione's breath turned jagged, pulse quick beneath her skin. When Draco had kissed her earlier, she'd thought it'd been in the moment, an overwhelming sense of relief.

But it wasn't, and Draco confirmed as much when his lips pressed gently to hers. His kiss was softer than Sirius, a gentleness to it that had her wishing for more. Hermione placed her hand to the side of his head, fingers threading through soft blonde hair, and pulled him closer.

In an instant, Draco dropped his apprehension. His fingers tentatively explored her body, trailing down her neck, across her chest, over her breast, and lower lower lower beneath the water.

Hermione gasped into his mouth as Draco's fingers wrapped around her hips and squeezed.

"Bed, I think," Sirius muttered, his voice gruff. Hermione and Draco broke from the kiss to find him watching them with darkened eyes.

They climbed out of the tub with an air of unbridled tension between them. Hermione couldn't help but glance down; both Draco and Sirius were hard and fully erect.

Hermione swallowed the lump that formed in her throat as heat settled between her legs.

"Need some help, kitten?" Sirius asked with a lop-sided grin as he wrapped the towel around his waist. "You're getting water everywhere."

Hermione grabbed her towel and quickly rubbed herself down, heat moving to her face at the snicker that passed between Sirius and Draco.

They waited for her to wrap the towel around her body before lacing their fingers together. Hermione let them lead her to the bed, her body thrumming with nerves. She wasn't a virgin by any means, but she'd never been with two men at once. And the idea of being so ill-prepared made her thoughts race with questions. It seemed she could only hold onto one for a moment before it slipped from her fingers as another question replaced it.

How would she—

Would they want to—

Would she want to—

How could they—

Oh Merlin, would they want—

"Wait. I-I need..." Hermione chewed on her bottom lip and pulled from their grasps, twisting her hands together in front of her. "I've never done anything like this..." Guidance, she needed guidance. The thought of asking her help made something stick in her throat.

But Sirius knew.

He smirked and cupped her cheek, his thumb pulling her lip from between her teeth. "I have; I'll guide us."

"You have?" Hermione asked in bewilderment. Draco looked just as surprised as she.

"You forget I grew up in the sixties and seventies, love," Sirius chuckled.

Hermione flushed as he finished leading them across the chilled bedroom to the bed. Sirius gestured for her to sit on the edge.

"What do you want, Hermione?" he asked once she was comfortable. Both Sirius and Draco stood in front of her, and all she wanted to do was reach out and take off their towels to touch them.

Hermione twisted her hands in her lap and glanced down to their covered waists. "I want to touch you."

She barely registered the small nod Sirius gave Draco at her request as their towels dropped to the floor. She'd seen them naked so many times, but not like this. This was different—there was a promise of something more. They were laying bare more than just their bodies.

With a glance up to Draco and Sirius, Hermione reached out to take both of them in hand. Draco stayed silent, his body turning rigid beneath her touch. Opposite him, Sirius sighed contentedly and melted.

She watched in fascination at how differently they both reacted as her hands worked them, learned them. She'd seen their naked cocks hard only once before—when they had masturbated next to each other. But Hermione felt them now in either hand as she concentrated on pleasuring them.

Sirius pulled from her touch and gestured for her to move back on the bed. Hermione reluctantly let go of Draco, who still hadn't moved, and slid as far back as she could before their bonds pulled tight.

Draco stared her down, his eyes dark and lips swollen from their earlier kisses. He climbed onto the bed too, slowly—hypnotically. Hermione couldn't look away as he lay beside her. His hand reached out, fingers skimming down her throat as he gently took hold of it to pull her into a dizzying kiss.

His tongue skimmed hers. Teeth grazed her lips. It was more demanding than it had been before, like Draco had let go of whatever hold he had on himself. His fingers left flames in their wake against her skin.

Sirius climbed to her opposite side. His naked body pressed to her still towel-clad side, and he took hold of the edge of the towel.

"Tell me if you want to stop," he whispered into her ear as Draco's kiss turned softer.

Hermione stayed silent, her body shaking with desire. She didn't want to stop. She wanted more.

Draco pulled away to watch as Sirius hooked a finger beneath the edge and pulled, the towel sliding open with ease. Hermione's naked body pebbled against the cold air. She was sure they could hear her heart hammering in her chest.

Their eyes were on her body, their gazes dark. They'd seen her naked dozens of times, but this was different. So very, very different.

"Can I touch you?" Draco breathed. He already was touching her, his fingers still gently resting against her neck. But he meant more.

"Yes," Hermione breathed. "Please."

The tips of Draco's fingers trailed lower, skimming gently over her breast, circling over her nipple. Beside her, Sirius watched Draco's finger's leave a path of goosebumps as they trailed lower. Hermione let out a small gasp when his rough hands joined Draco's in their descent.

Sirius moved down to cup the inside of her thigh, pulling it back to expose her to the chilled air. He gripped the soft flesh gently before moving back up. The tips of his fingers hovered over her clit.

Hermione nodded at his silent question, urging him to touch her with a buck of her hips.

Sirius pressed his long fingers to her and trailed down to her apex as Draco's replaced his on her clit. Hermione arched into their touch with a strangled moan, her hands scrabbling to hold on to something as Sirius paused his movement. She wrapped their bonds around her hands, using them to ground her.

"So wet already, Hermione? I wonder who this is for," He hummed.

"Both of you," Hermione muttered, her voice far-off in ecstasy. She glanced between them with heated eyes. "Always both of you."

Sirius pressed against her, a finger sliding in with ease against the wet heat. He twisted his head to capture Hermione's mouth, his kiss just as all-consuming as before.

Pleasure coiled in her stomach as Sirius and Draco touched her in tandem. She moaned into Sirius' mouth, and he drank them down, adding a second finger when Hermione started to buck into his hand.

Hermione wanted them to feel as good as they made her feel. She let go of her hold on the ropes and reached down, gripping both cocks in either hand. Gently, she stroked, earning a grunt from Sirius and a breathy sigh from Draco.

Sirius broke from the kiss to look down and watch as her hand moved over him. His fingers inside of her matched the pace Hermione set. Meanwhile, Draco's long fingers still worked softly over her clit as he propped himself up to watch, too.

"I-Is this okay?" Hermione asked.

"It's perfect," Sirius whispered against her skin, pressing kisses to her shoulder.

Draco laid back down and threaded his fingers through her hair with his free hand, their bonds glowing against his skin. He bucked into her grasp on his cock. "Just like that."

They worked each other slowly, trying different things as they learnt what worked. Hermione's body rolled with heated pleasure that settled somewhere between Draco's mouth on her left breast and Sirius' wrapped around her clit. His fingers were still inside her, pumping at a rhythm that he quickly learnt she liked.

Hermione had urged Draco's cock to her mouth, but that hadn't lasted long before Draco's lips were pressed to hers and trailed across her body. Their entire focus was on pleasuring her, making her comfortable. It blossomed a different kind of heat in her chest.

Licentious moans escaped her lips; sounds she'd never made before filled the air. Hermione was on the cusp of breaking over the edge, on the jumping point. It only took the curl of Sirius' fingers inside of her and Draco's teeth on her shoulder to make her leap.

The feeling started at the base of her spine, shooting down her legs to curl her toes. It bloomed through her body after that, shocks that made her twitch vibrated beneath her skin. She turned to a muddled mess of incoherency quickly after that as Sirius slowed his pace. Both Draco and Sirius pulled their mouths from her and shared a glance before looking at Hermione again.

There was still a fuzziness to her brain, an inability to comprehend more than the need to breathe. Was this what an out of body experience felt like?

"Kitten," Sirius started, his voice soft, yet tinged with the rough rasp of longing. "Who do you want first?"

Oh. With a chilled breeze, the euphoric feeling Hermione's orgasm left her with was swept away. Oh.

"I—um..." she sat up on her elbows, glancing between their darkened gazes. Draco's lips were pulled into a serious line while Sirius looked ready to burst out laughing. He was playing with her, but Hermione was never one to back down from a challenge.

"Why can't you both go first? I'm not some maiden, you know. I have been fucked in the arse before," Hermione said, smirking as Sirius' grin dropped from his face. Draco looked even more surprised than him. Some of the nerves Hermione felt had disappeared at their shocked faces.

Sirius pulled her up against him, capturing her mouth with a rough kiss. His cock pressed against her stomach, and Hermione reached down to stroke it.

"Draco lay down," Sirius said as he pulled from their kiss. His eyes never left Hermione. "Think you can be a good girl and ride his cock, kitten?"

Hermione's body heated at the thought of finally having them. Nodding, she turned to Draco, where he lay in the centre of the bed, strong body relaxed yet tense. Hermione could see the twitch of his muscles as she moved over him.

The firm pressure of his hands around her waist sent a jolt straight to her core. Draco stared her down as she lined up, her sex still wet with Sirius' spit and her orgasm.

His lips parted with a small huff as the tip of his cock pressed to her. Draco's eyelids fluttered as he filled her, and Hermione watched in heated fascination as his features changed from strained to rapture.

Hermione's legs shook as she lowered herself, slowly, gently. Draco stretched her and filled her, and she could do little more than breathe while she adjusted. Draco pulled her hair into his hand and dragged her down into a searing kiss.

"So beautiful," Sirius muttered behind her, pressing a wet finger to her arse. "Are you sure about this, Hermione?"

She broke from Draco's kiss to look back at Sirius between Draco's legs. "Yes—I want you both. Please."

Sirius pushed his finger in with ease, and Hermione let out a sharp moan. Anal had always been her secret pleasure, something one of her muggle lovers had shown her. She'd used toys in tandem but not this. Hermione wondered if this was about to be the best sex or worst sex of her life.

When Sirius added a second lubed finger, then a third, and Draco captured her mouth again as she ground on him, Hermione had her answer. There was no possibility of bad sex with these two to take care of her.

Sirius removed his fingers slowly, Hermione groaning at the loss of pressure. But it only lasted a moment before his lubricated cock replaced them. He slid in slowly, creating a sensation Hermione had never felt before as both Draco and Sirius filled her, a tightness and fullness so foreign and yet...

Hermione wanted more.

She bucked gently against them both, grinding her hips to rise and fall with shallow movements. Sirius panted behind her, and Draco groaned softly into her ear, his hand gripping her face and the other still wrapped in her hair. Sirius seized her hips to steady her movements.

"There's something that I've been thinking about for days that I want to try," Draco whispered with a tight voice. "Do you trust me?"

"Yes," Hermione muttered back, surprised to find she meant it. He'd been thinking about this for days? Had Draco asked her that only two months ago, she would have laughed or thought him mental.

Draco pulled the rope across her neck, the warmth and glow illuminating their skin. It tightened softly across her larynx, applying just enough pressure to restrict her airflow but allow her to breathe. Sirius followed suit and wound his rope across her hips; his other hand gripped their bond near her wrist.

Hermione's arms were bent a bit awkwardly. It would have been uncomfortable in any other circumstance, but the only thing she felt as Sirius used the leverage to bury himself further in her arse was pleasure.

Draco bucked opposite him, both of them slowly canting in and out in a steady opposing rhythm. One in, the other out. The varying shifts in fullness caused shocks of electricity to jilt down her spine. The pressure of the rope across her throat and hips grounded her; the pain kept her from drifting off into euphoric bliss and having another out of body experience. Hermione squeezed her eyes shut as she leant atop Draco, too caught up in every signal firing through her to hold herself up or do more than grind against her men.

Hermione's clit roughly rubbed against Draco as she rocked her hips. Sirius volleyed slaps across her arse cheeks, the satisfying sound ringing through the room. Hermione's skin broke out in goosebumps as she climbed the peak again. There would never be anything more than this—there couldn't possibly. Nothing could top what she felt at this moment.

Draco dragged his teeth down her neck to leave another mark to his growing collection on her shoulder. Hermione learnt quickly he liked to leave his signature. Sirius began to increase his speed; she could feel his cock swell. He was getting close, too.

Hermione ground harder against them both. Spots danced against her eyelids at the shocks firing through her.

"I can't—I need—" Hermione gasped out. "Sirius—"

"I'm here, love," Sirius muttered out, leaning over to press to her back. He buried fully into her and gave short thrusts. "What do you need?"

His lips on her shoulder sent a fresh wave of desire through her. Him. She needed him. But the words wouldn't form. It didn't matter; Sirius knew. Sirius always knew.

Together the three of them moved, wrapped together, Hermione at the centre. It didn't take much before the spots behind Hermione's eyes turned to a blinding white light, shoving her off the edge and turning her body leaden. Sirius came with her, Draco following shortly after a few more deep thrusts. She could feel it through their magic, like a tether.

Sirius pulled from her gently, falling across the bottom of the bed with a huff. Hermione rolled off of Draco to lay between them, her chest falling and rising to catch her breath.

No one said anything as the reality of the situation settled around them. Hermione's stomach rolled. Had it not been as good for them as it was for her? Did they regret it? Was she terrible? What if—

"Granger," Draco said, pulling her from her thoughts with a poke to her arm. "Are you listening?"

Hermione blinked and swallowed the needles in her throat. "Sorry, what?"

Draco huffed but smirked. "Get up here, witch." He grabbed her hand and pulled her across the soft blankets, wrapping Hermione in his arms. Sirius settled in on her right side, pressing a kiss to her cheek before grabbing a cigarette from the nightstand.

They lazed around for what felt like hours but was sure only to be minutes, touching each other softly, rubbing and scratching. Eventually, they all climbed beneath the blankets to sleep, though none of them were quite ready.

"I have to confess something," Draco said suddenly, breaking the quiet amity. Hermione and Sirius gave him curious glances, and a light pink blush coloured his cheeks as he looked away.

"Well, go on mate, say it," Sirius piped up, reaching across Hermione to shove Draco's shoulder.

"It's not that big of a deal!" Draco said sharply, swatting his hand away. "It's just—ugh. Granger, I've liked you since eighth year. There!"

Draco's confession was only met with silence. Hermione could barely process his words.

"How—?" Hermione blinked. "What?"

"When I had nothing left but myself and my mother, I did a lot of thinking," Draco replied, fingers idly tracing her arm. "I saw you in the Library reading and thought to myself that you hadn't changed. And I was glad. I was happy that you hadn't changed. Happy that after everything, you were still the same girl reading books.

"And after that, I found myself looking for you every time I walked into a room. I thought that if I kept seeing how you were able to move on after everything, maybe I could too. And then, at some point, I felt more. I stopped looking for you as an excuse to move on but because I wanted to see you. I wanted to hear your voice, see your smile. From a distance, of course."

Tears pricked the corner of Hermione's eyes as Draco looked at her. "After school ended, I figured that was that, and you'd marry Weaselbee and pop out a bunch of ginger babies." He laughed as Hermione swatted his arm. "But then you sent me that letter to help you with Sirius, and it was as if I'd been given another chance from the Fates."

Draco fingered the bond, barely brighter than a candle. "I was upset at first, but this bond has been the best thing that's ever happened to me."

"Agreed," Sirius' voice rumbled beside her. "You saved me. You both saved me."

Hermione smiled, tears rolling down her cheeks. She grabbed both their hands and squeezed. "We all saved each other."