A/N: Written for the very talented Ada Lovelaced's birthday!

I have no chill and wrote 3 stories because your kinks/pairings/prompts were right up my alley. So please enjoy!

The very lovely TakingFlight48 was my beta. And the super talented LilithShade created a gorgeous graphic for this that you can see on the AO3 vesion.

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Summary: Hermione and Thorfinn have something special planned for their husband's birthday.

Pairing: Hermione Granger/Thorfinn Rowle/Antonin Dolohov

Rating: M

Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content, Smut, Threesome - F/M/M

Birthday Celebration

"Don't forget about tonight," Hermione whispered to Thorfinn as she kissed his cheek on the way out the door.

"You got it," he replied back with a light tap to her bum. She rolled her eyes and called a final good-bye to Antonin who was cleaning up after breakfast. It was Antonin's birthday, and she had big plans for him.

Astrid and Nikolaj were both still too young for Hermione to feel comfortable being away from them for long, so she had a sitter lined up to spend the night with them in their nursery. Close enough to not worry but far enough so she and Thorfinn could properly thank Antonin for everything he did for them—Antonin was the glue that held their family together.

The moment she was past the wards of Rowle Rock, she twisted to her left and Apparated to the Ministry's Diagon Alley entrance. Before she could let her plans for the evening soil her knickers, she had a day full of meetings to get through.

Had she not been Minister for Magic, she would have just taken the day off and spent it with her family. Even then, however, Thorfinn wouldn't be home as Antonin's birthday fell right at the start of the Quidditch play-off season and Thorfinn's team was good enough to make it for the first round this year.

Thankfully, it was a Friday and they would have the rest of the weekend to spend together. Hermione and Thorfinn were determined to let Antonin relax as much as possible. He did everything for them—took care of Astrid and Nikolaj all day while they worked, cleaned, shopped for groceries, made meals, and packed lunches—and quite frankly, without Antonin, Hermione's life wouldn't be complete.

It was funny when she thought about how it all came to be. Ten years ago she was still a young up-and-comer in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement when Azkaban was closed for good. The Wizengamot had found that Azkaban was cruel and unusual punishment and no good would come from keeping it open. So they closed it and slowly released a majority of the prisoners with varying degrees of stipulations. The few who were deemed too unsafe for society were moved to smaller institutions with an aim for rehabilitation.

Low-level criminals were released on their own recognizance and Hermione had to admit, along with the economic advancements, the recidivism rate was rather low. Then there were the Death Eaters to consider, like Thorfinn and Antonin, who were assigned parole officers out of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. Naturally, Hermione was assigned to them both, as well as Draco and Lucius Malfoy.

She was pretty sure Harry had given her some of the most difficult cases because he knew she would be the most civil. He needed her to be willing to overlook their pasts and help them all reintegrate into wizarding society as upstanding citizens. He never expected her to fall in love with two of them.

She hadn't expected it either. And perhaps it was a surprise to Thorfinn as well, but something told her that Antonin was the least surprised of them all. There had always been some connection with Antonin that she couldn't explain. Perhaps it was due to the curse he had hit her with in her fifth year, perhaps it was something else. Regardless, it had taken the wizarding world by storm when they were both finally freed from their mandatory two year parole and their relationship was announced all in the same week. It hadn't quite been planned that way, but she didn't regret it for a moment.

Her day both flew by and was endlessly long, in the way that days full of meetings usually were. She downed a bottle of Pepper-Up Potion when she finally made it back to her office. She was exhausted, but no way was she going to miss out on her and Thorfinn's plans for the evening.

She arrived home at the same time as her babysitter showed up.

"Victoire, right on time," Hermione said, giving her honorary niece a side hug as she let them both into Rowle Rock. Victoire chatted mindlessly about her day and Hermione let her chatter as she headed into the kitchen to find Antonin in the midst of preparing dinner for Astrid and Nikolaj.

"Victoire!" Antonin greeted with surprise.

"She's agreed to babysit for us," Hermione said with a smile. "So you are officially off duty starting…" she looked at her watch and gave Victoire a wink, "now."

"Don't have to tell me twice," Antonin said with a grin as he served up the pasta for the twins. Hermione and Antonin went over the nighttime routine for Victoire and let her know she could ring the old servants' bell in the kitchen if she needed them for anything.

"We'll be right upstairs the whole time," Hermione told Victoire with a small smile. "Have fun, and thank you again."

"Upstairs, huh?" Antonin asked as they left Victoire to the actual feeding of the children.

"Yep," Hermione replied. "I've got a surprise for you."

"Me too," Thorfinn said, coming in through the Entrance Hall.

"Oh, I'm glad you made it home in time." Hermione grabbed each of her husbands by the hand and led them upstairs.

"I don't need a big thing," Antonin said to them both as Hermione pulled them into their room on the third floor. It was a huge suite with a sitting room, bathroom and three closets big enough to be dressing rooms. Thorfinn had the entire house renovated to suit their needs a few years before Astrid and Nikolaj were born and Hermione couldn't imagine living anywhere else.

"You need all the things," Hermione told Antonin the moment the door was closed. "It's your birthday, and we're going to celebrate it."

"With Victoire and the twins right downstairs?" Antonin asked skeptically, almost fretfully.

"Victoire has it handled," Hermione assured him.

"And I've added a few new wards to give us the privacy we need," Thorfinn added. He yanked off his Tutshill Tornados shirt and pulled Antonin to him, giving him the softest, sweetest kiss on the cheek as he toyed with the hem of Antonin's shirt. "And our wife is right. You deserve everything and more," he whispered just before pressing a kiss to Antonin's lips.

Hermione sighed at the sight. She would never, ever get sick of seeing her wizards together. Thorfinn made quick work of both his and Antonin's clothes and Hermione kicked off her heels, watching them. Thorfinn had his back to the headboard, his legs splayed wide, with Antonin between them, leaning against Thorfinn's broad chest. The contrast between them always made Hermione hot. Thorfinn was golden skinned with hair to match and bright, blue eyes, while Antonin was paler than snow with dark hair and eyes. Thorfinn ran his hands everywhere on Antonin—his chest, his arms, his legs—everywhere, except where Antonin needed him most. His cock was standing proud from the few touches and watching Hermione slowly strip out of her workwear.

"I'll never get sick of watching you shed those Minister for Magic clothes," Antonin murmured when Hermione finally joined them on the bed. "You ready, wife?" Those dark eyes flashing promise at her.

"I think I'm supposed to be the one asking that question," Hermione replied quietly. She kneeled between Antonin's legs, running her hands up and down, enjoying the soft hair that covered them.

"You two are going to kill me, if you don't touch me soon," Antonin complained, arching his back against Thorfinn.

"But we are touching you," Hermione replied in faux innocence.

Antonin reached for her, but Thorfinn yanked his arms back, holding his hands to the bed just outside of Thorfinn's hips. "Ah, ah, ah, 'Tonin. We're allowed to touch. Not you," Thorfinn whispered in his ear.

Hermione smiled coyly and then slid one finger across Antonin's hips, circling his cock and balls, softly, slowly, watching a drop of pre-come bead up out of his slit. Antonin's breaths became pants as she teased him. His hips arched again, his gaze became lidded, focused entirely on Hermione while Thorfinn held him back.

"Is this—" Hermione trailed a hand up the side of his cock and grinned when it twitched beneath her fingers "—what you want me to touch?"

"Salazar, yes," Antonin hissed. "Please, please, please."

"All you had to do was ask nicely," Hermione told him, giving him innocent eyes once more before bending over and engulfing the head of his cock in her mouth. Antonin groaned, arching his hips again and Hermione allowed him to fuck her mouth with his movements. She fondled his balls with one hand and used the other to stroke his cock beneath her mouth. He tasted a little salty, smelled a little musky, and Hermione loved every bit of it.

A glance upward told her both Antonin and Thorfinn were looking at her with heavy gazes. Thorfinn's mouth was on Antonin's neck, likely leaving marks. He was obsessed with marking them so they wouldn't forget who they belonged to, as if that was possible.

Antonin's pants came faster, became harsher, his hips straining.

"That's enough," Thorfinn told her. "We want him to last. It is his birthday after all."

Hermione pulled her mouth from Antonin with one last kiss to the top of his cock before she dipped a hand between her legs to try and ease some of the ache her licking had inspired.

"Look at that 'Tonin, you made her wet," Thorfinn said with a grin. "Made me hard too, with all those pretty noises you were making." Thorfinn rolled his hips, showing Antonin just how hard he was. He still had Antonin's hands trapped beneath his own.

"Fuck," Antonin sighed.

"I think he's ready," Hermione said, swirling her fingers around her clit and then dipping them inside of her.

"Wait, I want a taste," Antonin said. "I want to make you come first," he told Hermione.

"That can be arranged," Thorfinn replied. He and Antonin took a few moments to rearrange themselves on the bed, Antonin laying flat on his back with Thorfinn straddling his hips.

"Go on, love," Thorfinn said to Hermione. "Sit on his face, let him taste you."

Hermione pouted. "This is supposed to be about Antonin, not me," she reminded them both.

"Trust me, letting me lick you is about me," Antonin assured her, stroking a hand up her leg. "Please?"

"Oh, alright," she said.

"Make sure to face me," Thorfinn said. Hermione did as told and straddled Antonin's face so that she was facing Thorfinn. She gasped when she saw he had both his and Antonin's cocks wrapped in one hand and was slowly jerking them together.

"Merlin, that's bloody hot," she muttered as she slowly sat, though Antonin was having none of that and wrapped his arms around her thighs, dragging her down so that he could bury his mouth in her cunt. She gasped as he groaned at the encounter, arching her back at the feel of his tongue fucking her hole.

"Fuck yes," Thorfinn muttered, his eyes lingering on her tits as they bounced with her reactions. She was unsurprised then when he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her mouth. With Antonin licking her and Thorfinn fucking her mouth with his tongue, it was almost too much. Then Thorfinn's free hand found her nipples. First, swirling a finger around them in teasing strokes, then pinching them between his thumb and fingers, and finally, as her breathing increased and the feeling of her climax was tingling through her body, he yanked on them.

She broke away from his mouth when Antonin placed two fingers around her clit, rubbing in time with his tongue in her cunt and Hermione was gone. She groaned through her orgasm as she rode Antonin's face. When she began to get too sensitive, she lifted herself off and collapsed to the side of her husbands. Thorfinn was still straddling Antonin, both cocks clutched in his large hand, stroking at a maddeningly slow pace. Antonin groaned and laid a hand on Hermione's thigh as she caught her breath.

"Now is he ready?" Hermione panted, her eyes glued to where Thorfinn's hand was moving almost lazily.

"Well, 'Tonin? You ready?" Thorfinn teased.

"Yes, gods, yes," he groaned.

Hermione sat up and gave Thorfinn a grin before she took his place, straddling Antonin's hips. She leaned down and kissed Antonin as Thorfinn knelt between Antonin's legs and readied him. Antonin gasped into her mouth when Thorfinn's fingers began their work at his puckered hole. Hermione continued kissing her taste off of him in an attempt to keep him relaxed while Thorfinn worked.

Antonin's hips moved in time to Thorfinn's hands and his cock brushed against Hermione's puffy lips. She shuddered, aching to bury him inside herself, but she knew she had to wait until Thorfinn was situated first.

It seemed like endless moments, but Hermione knew it wasn't all that long. Besides, Thorfinn was bloody huge, a lot of prep was needed for anyone to be able to take him.

Antonin grunted, pulling away from her kiss as he arched his neck and sighed. Hermione took a peek behind her shoulder and found Thorfinn breathing deeply as his cock slowly entered Antonin.

"Fuck," Antonin breathed. Hermione peppered his face, neck and chest with kisses as he took all of Thorfinn inside himself. It made her so bloody hot to witness Antonin taking all of Thorfinn. Antonin's cock twitched beneath her and she couldn't wait until it was her turn to sink down on him.

"Alright," Thorfinn said, sounding strained. Hermione looked over her shoulder again to see Thorfinn completely buried inside of Antonin. It was really fucking hot to see and she eagerly grasped Antonin's cock, guiding it inside of her. She placed her knees almost at Antonin's armpits to give her leverage to move and stay out of Thorfinn's way. He leaned over both of them, placing a kiss on Hermione's shoulder. "Move," he demanded with a hiss.

Antonin was breathing heavily as she and Thorfinn worked in tandem. His hands were heavy on her hips, rocking against her. Thorfinn had one hand on Antonin's waist and the other was on the back of her neck, driving her downward, her breasts hanging in Antonin's face. He was so blissed out that he couldn't do much more than enjoy the feeling of them repeatedly hitting his face.

It felt so amazing being between these two men. Thorfinn's hand slid down her neck and held one of her breasts out for Antonin. He latched on to her nipple and Hermione's back arched hard as he sucked. Thorfinn continued driving in and out of Antonin, driving their entire pace as Hermione worked hard to keep up. It was hard, she was almost lying flat on top of Antonin with the way Thorfinn was leaning over her. A beautiful wizard sandwich and she was the center.

She groaned, trying to hold back, knowing that if she came, it would all end. Antonin would come, then Thorfinn and this glorious feeling would end.

"I think our wife is close," Thorfinn panted to Antonin.

In answer, Antonin redoubled his efforts on Hermione's nipple, switching to her other, poor, neglected breast. She cried out as he sucked her nipple deeply, swirling his tongue around it. The invisible string that existed between her nipples and clit twitched and hummed. Her clit was sliding along Antonin's pubic bone in just the way she needed and she couldn't have stopped her orgasm if she tried.

She cried out as she peaked, all of her inner muscles bearing down on Antonin's cock buried deep inside her. He grunted in return, finally releasing her nipple as his neck arched backward and he planted his seed deep inside her.

"Fuck," Thorfinn muttered as Antonin clenched around him. He lasted a few strokes more before he roared his completion, emptying himself completely inside Antonin's arse. Very carefully, he pulled out and rolled to the side, allowing enough space for Hermione to settle between them.

"Happy Birthday, Antonin," Hermione said quietly, running her hand up and down his chest. "I hope it was a satisfactory one."

"Fuck yes," Antonin replied with a kiss to her nose. "Bloody perfect."

"Good," Thorfinn replied. He leaned over Hermione to capture Antonin's lips with his own. She groaned watching them above her.

"Keep that up and round two won't be too far away," she said, already feeling a stirring deep in her abdomen.

"I'm always ready for round two," Thorfinn replied, breaking the kiss to grin down at her.

"Two, three, four..." Antonin mused, "how many can we get in before sunrise?"

"Thank Circe tomorrow is Saturday," Hermione replied with her own grin as Antonin slid a hand down her stomach, settling between her legs. She gasped as his fingers began slowly rubbing her oversensitive flesh. She was ready for as many rounds as her wizards could stand.

~Finn~