AN: Trigger warnings to many things are present in this story. Don't like, don't read.
I don't own Harry Potter.
All spelling mistakes are my own.
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Hermione and the other contestants in the Triwizard tournament spent three days in the hospital wing. Viktor and Fleur spent most of their time trying to apologize for their attacks in the maze. The boys couldn't take their eyes off the Veela, even Draco and Ron which Hermione found intriguing. However, Fleur wouldn't take her eyes off Hermione, which Hermione used to her advantage.
When they were released by Madame Pomfrey Hermione was pulled into the older woman's office, "I have a dose of the potion if you want it."
She hesitated, looking to her dark witch through their bond. Bellatrix's voice was loud and clear in her mind, I'll leave that choice up to you until I can be with you.
She focused on her mate's feelings. Bellatrix was excited to be a parent but also terrified. Her dark witch was protective already and this new development was something that Bellatrix was struggling with. She shook her head and smiled at Pomfrey, "It's going to happen. I've had enough of being sick for a while."
Pomfrey chuckled, "Then I'll give you a check up before you leave just to make sure."
Hermione nodded and moved towards the woman's office door before pausing, "You know you're my doctor for this right?" Pomfrey's smile widened, tears shimmering in her eyes as the woman nodded silently.
Hermione left the hospital wing, her hands clasped behind her back and a smile on her face. They only had a week of school left and she was going to make the most of it. This was going to be the end of her freedom. She knew once she got home that Bellatrix and Narcissa were going to go overboard in the protectiveness. She could already feel and see their ideas of keeping her safe. Something she was going to put her foot down about when she got there.
She moved through the halls at a leisurely pace, finding Fleur waiting for her near the end of the hallway. She smiled politely at the Veela, "You didn't have to wait."
Fleur smiled brightly at her. Long silvery-blonde hair flowed freely, the first time Hermione had seen it down instead of in a ponytail. Lustrous white skin almost seemed to glow in the dimly lit hallway, dark blue eyes fixating on Hermione's lips. Hermione couldn't help but blush under the scrutinizing gaze, an uncomfortable feeling slipping through her stomach.
Fleur's French accent was thick, her words seemingly taking on a completely different meaning than what she was actually saying, "I wanted to have dinner with you."
Hermione felt the uncontrollable blush, rolling her eyes at the reaction that Veela's brought out in people against their will, "That's nice of you." They continued towards the grand staircase.
"I wanted to apologize for everything thing I did," Fleur frowned at the floor, her body stiff as they moved down the stairs.
Hermione smiled softly at her, "I've already told you; it wasn't your fault. You were under the Imperious curse. You weren't yourself."
Fleur nodded, a bright smile splitting her face, "I would never hurt you Hermione. I like you."
Hermione focused on not falling down the stairs, her eyebrows disappearing into her hair, "Oh… Well… I…" She frowned.
She liked Fleur as a person, even a friend, but she wasn't interested in the way she had a feeling Fleur meant it. She was completely in love with her mates and having died she actually knew what she was feeling for once. She was happy and couldn't wait to see her mates.
She felt her mate's sharp anger at the reminder of her death in the graveyard, they still weren't okay, and she knew they wouldn't be until she was in their arms again. She sent out soothing reassurance to her mates, letting them feel how healthy she felt.
For those first few hours of being back Narcissa hadn't let go of her. They stood near Harry and Cedric as Barty Crouch announced the winners. She and Harry were in first but after a quick glance at each other they refused to be the only winners. Cedric had been with them in that graveyard and had helped against Pettigrew's henchmen. At their insistence, all the contestants were declared victors. Krum had fallen into a fast friendship with Harry and Cedric, while Fleur had gravitated towards Hermione.
Narcissa had been leery to let go of Hermione until Hermione agreed to let them see Pomfrey's examination of her. She hadn't wanted to let go of Narcissa, but she knew Bellatrix was losing her mind being away from her now more than ever, and Narcissa really was the only one that could calm Bellatrix when Hermione wasn't around. Her mates had waited anxiously while Pomfrey healed her wounds and checked on the baby. Both Hermione and child were completely fine, which after she told Pomfrey what happened the woman wouldn't stop checking her body for injury.
Severus had been the moment when Hermione lost control of her emotions. She could feel her mate's gasps as she broke. When Snape's arms wrapped around her two seconds after he rushed into the hospital wing, she burst into tears. Not realizing that everything she had suffered was hovering in the back of her mind.
She survived the killing curse because she didn't want to die. She didn't want to leave her mates. She didn't want to lose what she had worked so hard to get. Snape held her for hours as she let it out, speaking softly into her hair. Harry and Draco sat on the foot of her bed cross legged, their hands gripping her legs, assuring her that they were there.
Her mates had been frantic, not being able to sooth her, while also not being able to be there to hold her themselves. And while she could feel their jealousy towards Snape, they knew she needed the man she considered a father in that moment. Yes, her father was back but she didn't know him yet. She knew Snape, knew that he would protect her, that he loves her.
It was going to take some getting used to, that her father was back.
She could feel her mate's current jealousy and anger, causing her to chuckle and receive a confused look from Fleur. She smiled at the Veela, "Flattering but I have two amazing mates waiting for me back home. I like you as a friend Fleur."
Fleur grinned suddenly and Hermione could feel the natural ability that the Veela's had trying to pull her in, "I do like a challenge Hermione. Maybe I could visit you over the summer months."
Bellatrix's scoff echoed through her mind, Over my dead body.
Hermione suppressed a smirk and nodded at the Veela, "That would be nice. I have a feeling after this tournament my mates won't want me out of their sight for a while."
Narcissa's laughter entered her mind, Oh, little one. I think Bella's going to blow a gasket. Hermione coughed to cover her laugh, though her mates knew exactly what she was feeling.
They entered the Great Hall and found their friends at the Gryffindor table, having saved them both seats. She sat next to Draco and bumped his shoulder, "How's Hagrid?"
Draco chuckled, "Relieved. He's happy to be in the loop and promises not to say anything."
Hermione grinned and focused on her food. She couldn't help but look up at the Professor's table. Everyone was there including Dumbledore. His dark eyes were on her, and she could feel the glare appearing on her face. It wasn't as if she wanted to tip her hand, but she knew that if Pettigrew escaped that graveyard, he wouldn't hesitate to tell Dumbledore exactly what happened that night.
And the way he was trying to kill her with his look, she was positive that was exactly the case.
He goes near you and I won't hesitate to kill him, regardless of what you and Tom say. Bellatrix's anger was fueling her own and she had to shake her head against the rage.
She moved her eyes to McGonagall, who was deep in conversation with Madame Hooch. As if they knew she was watching them, both sets eyes turned to her, one emerald green and the other yellow. She sucked in a breath as she finally noticed the similarities between to the two women. Even with their greying hair there was no mistaking that they were similar in looks. She frowned as their stern looks softened and both smiled at her, their eyes watering uncontrollably.
Harry leaned towards her, "What's up with them?"
Hermione watched as Hooch and McGonagall turned back to their conversation. She shrugged, "No idea." She continued to watch the two professors as she ate, trying to figure out why they were both getting emotional over her. When she was done, she shook her head and followed the others out of the Great Hall.
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Hermione couldn't hide how excited she was to be packing, the last week at Hogwarts after the last task had been slow. Cedric had become a permanent member of their group, much to the annoyance of Draco. Cedric had a crush on Ron and would flirt every chance he got with the boy. Hermione had finally told them all what her big secret was, being pregnant with Bellatrix's child having been the furthest thing from their minds. Draco and Ron were excited. Harry already knew because of the graveyard and was happy for her, but dreading being a grandfather so young.
That thought alone had sent her running to the bathroom, emptying her entire diner before she spent three days giving him the silent treatment. He was her friend, which made him more like Uncle Harry instead of grandpa, which he would happily live with. George and Fred were even more protective than they had been before while Ginny kept asking what it was like. Fleur kept hitting on her, Viktor found it funny, and her mates were beyond angry, though she secretly found it cute. She loves possessive Bellatrix and Narcissa Black.
She had kinks, no denying that anymore.
Her emotions were heightened, unbearably so. She couldn't go a single day without crying because she missed her mates. Bellatrix's pain and anger at being separated wasn't helping as it spilled into her through the bond, but she refused to allow the woman to shut her out. Narcissa could sooth her after a period of time, but it wasn't the same as being in the woman's arms. They were all struggling with the separation, but it seemed like Hermione just kept getting needier.
And it was pissing her off.
She didn't want to be needy. She didn't want to be overly emotional, but she couldn't help it. She needed her mates. She needed to be with Bellatrix. She knew it was the hormones, or the child, but secretly she missed her mates more than anything.
Her child. It was a strange way to think. Something she had never wanted and now that she had it, she refused to lose it.
Dumbledore kept watching her every chance he got, and it was making Hermione more and more anxious, wanting to leave the school as soon as possible. She hadn't had a chance to speak with Severus since the hospital wing the week before and McGonagall had been occupied by lame excuses from the headmaster. Madame Hooch had begun hovering near her, something she noticed relatively quickly. Every time McGonagall was called away Hooch seemed to appear nearby, keeping her distance.
The woman would lock eyes with her intently, stoic as ever as they watched each other. She felt like the older woman was tracing her face with her eyes, committing every part of her to memory. It was slightly worrying but if McGonagall trusted the woman, then she would too. She felt safe with Hooch nearby, even when she was slightly uncomfortable with the staring, but she was thankful she at least felt safe finally.
She made her way down to the common room, shaking her head of her deep thoughts, and found Draco waiting for her, "Harry and Ron are meeting up with Cedric to make arrangements."
Hermione wrapped her arm around his, letting him guide her out of the portrait, "I bet Ron is loving that."
Draco snorted, "Quite. I swear Hermione the whole jealousy thing is…" He smirked at her, "I get it now."
She laughed, couldn't help it, "So I'm not the only one with kinks?"
Draco shook his head even as a blush rushed up his face, "Not at all and since Potter is mated to Voldemort, I'm sure he's going to have the most."
They laughed as they descended the staircase. It felt good to laugh again, after everything they had been through that year. Her mates aside she had survived the most vicious tournament known in the wizarding world. She survived a killing curse that had actually hit her. She survived Dumbledore and she survived the Yule Ball, an achievement that rated slightly above the tournament in her opinion.
Priorities she guessed.
"Miss Granger, I'd like a private word with you," Dumbledore's voice forced her from her thoughts.
Draco glared at the old man, shaking his head, "We have a train to catch Professor." His voice was hard and cold as stone.
Hermione frowned as she searched for the connection to her mates and began to panic when she couldn't find it. She was cut off from them and she knew it was Dumbledore's doing. Dumbledore's eyes never left her face as she turned to Draco, knowing if the boy didn't go, he would come under fire from the old wizard.
"Draco, I'll be there in a minute." She nodded at him. Draco frowned at her, a protest about to come from his open lips but she shook her head, "Go Draco." She needed him to leave, to not be harmed. She wasn't sure what would happen if her best friend was attacked. She had seen what happened when her mates had been attacked and she didn't need to outright attack, or kill, the Hogwarts headmaster.
Draco frowned at her, glared at Dumbledore, then spun on his heel and left the castle against his better judgement.
She turned back to the headmaster, letting the creepy silence circle her until the man was brave enough to talk.
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Narcissa stood on the platform, ignoring the scared looks surrounding her. She didn't care what others thought of her. Only Hermione mattered. Only her mate and her sister's child mattered. She smoothed her hand down her black dress, her robes wrapped loosely around her body. She was comfortable in most any situation but the knowledge that she and Hermione were a couple, was quickly circulating the wizarding world.
A deep chuckled came from beside her, "I don't think I've ever seen you fidgety."
She glared at the tall muscular man beside her, "Don't push me fleabag."
Fenrir laughed, his hand resting on his stomach, "Your little witch loves you, if you haven't figured that out yet. She doesn't care if you look immaculate, which you do by the way."
Narcissa smirked at the werewolf, "Have you ever seen her jealous?"
Fenrir's smile disappeared as fast as it had appeared, "No."
Narcissa chuckled darkly, "Then I can't wait to see your face when you do."
Fenrir swallowed audibly, a fear that he still wasn't used to coursing through his body. He had seen the young witch angry once but knew that if her rage were to be unleashed, he knew serious damage would be done. If what Narcissa said was true, then the girl was more powerful than any witch or wizard that has ever been. Narcissa had told all of them what had happened at the Lake task and at the graveyard. The girl's eyes were nothing but a swirling mix of red and green which, if one didn't know her, was frightening in itself.
He had been intrigued by the young witch that had ordered Borgin to summon him to Knockturn alley. Terrified would be the second thing he was, but he wouldn't outright say that to anyone else, ever. She was strong and brave and knew how to get exactly what she wanted. He admired her. Admired the way she held herself for being so young, the way she looked at a situation, thought through every possible cause and effect. It was something he had always strived to do but the beast within himself prevented it.
The beast controlled him more than not. It heightened his senses drastically during the three nights of the full moon, more than his normal heightened senses. It made his emotions more volatile, more dramatic. Lupin understood him because he was one too, but he still felt alone.
At least until she came along.
His beast had rejoiced at having an alpha of some kind to follow. Not having to make the decisions anymore. The beast loves the girl. An overwhelming need to protect the girl, his alpha, had surged to life that day in Borgin and Burkes. It was shocking and as he kept an eye on Borgin he couldn't help but enjoy it. The young witch didn't care that he was bloodthirsty, sadistic in an animalistic way.
She trusted him, not something that humans did, but she did. She put her trust in him and he, and the beast, refused to let her down. He would follow the girl anywhere and he would die for her regardless of who the other person was. His beast had calmed after meeting the girl, never before had that ever happened. His beast had finally become one with him and he loved it. He loved the symbiotic relationship he found himself in with his beast and he wouldn't trade it for anything.
Narcissa smiled suddenly, hearing the train whistle in the distance. She couldn't wait to get her mate in her arms after their sudden connection loss. It took her an hour to convince Bellatrix that rushing to the school would not help and that the girl should be on the train anyway. She hoped the girl had just gotten caught up in excitement to return home that she accidently closed herself off.
Though she hadn't closed off since the third task, so it was slightly disconcerting for them both.
The train rolled to a slow stop the loud hiss echoing around the quiet platform and she focused on the doors in front of her. Students rushed from the train and after a few minutes Draco appeared, but her heart dropped at the rage and worry on his face as he ran towards her.
"Hermione never got on the train. She made me leave her with Dumbledore in the castle. He said he wanted a word but there was something off. I didn't want to leave her I swear." Draco's face was red, his anger and worry warring with each other as to which emotion would be more prominent.
Narcissa nodded as the rest of the teens approached them, all equally angry and worried. She took a deep breath before speaking, feeling Fenrir's body shaking in anger beside her, "It'll be alright. I'll head to Hogwarts as soon as I get you all to the Manor. I'll find her."
She felt the anger slipping behind panic. She should have known her little one wouldn't close off from them after the promise the girl made them, but she had worried that old habits die hard. Now she was regretting not letting Bella burn the school to the ground to find their mate.
However, that option was now firmly back on the table.
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Hermione eyed Dumbledore carefully, keeping distance between them. She really hated him, knowing that he was the one that had sent Pettigrew after her father. She couldn't keep the glare or the sneer off her face as she waited for him to speak.
Dumbledore chuckled, "Just like the Black's. Narcissa can't keep a sneer from her face if her life depended on it."
She narrowed her eyes at him, feeling a pulse of magick flaring in her body, "I would watch your next words if I were you." She warned him.
Dumbledore pursed his lips, a slight nod coming from him before speaking again, "We both know what happened in that graveyard that night. You honestly think you can hide him forever?"
She crossed her arms over her chest, "Who says I'm hiding him?"
Dumbledore's anger flashed in his eyes as he moved into her personal space, his façade falling quickly, "I know who he is. I know he's your father. What I don't know, is how you found out? What I don't know, is why Harry Potter is still friends with you after you brought him back?"
She kept her face blank, feeling the laugh trying to escape her chest. He didn't know about Harry and Voldemort, which meant he hadn't gotten to the prophecies. Did that mean he didn't know how many prophecies there were? Did he know where they were hidden?
He stepped back suddenly, regaining his composure, "I know you have completed the mate bond, though I don't know why it was allowed to happen."
She smirked at him, unable to keep it hidden, "Jealous?"
His eyes darkened even more as his voice came out just as dark, "I should have ended you when I had the chance."
She nodded, "You should have because I will never let you hurt my family."
He scoffed, "I can prevent you from connecting through the mate bond. Not that hard really, to sever the connection with a ward. Tell me, do you honestly believe they will stay away from you when you are cut off? Have they learned all your dirty little secrets yet?"
She felt the disgust roll down her spine, the self-loathing was still an issue she was struggling with but at least she knew her mates love her, regardless of all the baggage she carried with her, "Do you think you have many loyal followers around you? That when presented with the truth they won't turn on you instantly?"
She watched his confidence stumble a split second before his wand was pointed right at her face. She pulled on her magick, readying herself for an attack but a voice shouted from nearby, "Stupefy!" Dumbledore's body flew backwards, crashing through the Great Hall doors.
Hermione's jaw dropped as she watched the event before a hand wrapped around her wrist and she stared up into Madame Hooch's yellow, and livid eyes, "Move Granger."
Hermione sprinted towards the door as a curse flew towards her and Hooch, the flying instructor defending before launching a barrage of spells and curses at the headmaster. Hermione frowned as she paused, watching Hooch duel with Dumbledore. Her heart beat painfully hard in her chest as she raised her wand to help but Snape appeared at the dungeon doorway, his eyes widening at her.
Hooch froze Dumbledore, the man trying to attack more than defend, before spinning towards Hermione, "Let's go. Severus?" Snape nodded at her silently and Hooch sprinted towards Hermione.
Hermione gasped as Hooch's hand clamped down on her wrist and pulled her out of the castle. She was in shock; she was positive of that, but she also knew the moment Dumbledore got free he would be after them. She frowned as she glanced up at Hooch's face, "Why?"
The woman shook her head angrily, "Not now. We must get out of here. I think I'm out of a job as long as he's headmaster."
Hermione snorted, "No one will give up Quidditch Madame Hooch. I think your safe."
The woman chuckled as she glanced at Hermione, her eyes softening, "I have so much to tell you but-"
A bright green light hit a tree nearby and it exploded into millions of splinters. Hermione felt some impale into her face as they stumbled with the force of the curse. Hooch spun around, aiming her wand at the headmaster. She knew they only had a few more feet until she could apparate Hermione away to safety.
Hermione raised her wand at Dumbledore, her heart slamming into her throat, "Where's Professor Snape?"
Dumbledore smirked at her, "He'll be fine, once he wakes. I can't lose my best man now can I. Though I don't think he would mind hurting you himself. After all you were the reason that Lilly Potter died."
Hooch glared at him, "You're lying Albus."
Hermione frowned as her eyes darted towards the castle. She couldn't leave Snape behind. She couldn't let him get hurt because of Harry and Ron. She couldn't let him get hurt because she needed him. He was like a father to her, and she couldn't bare it if he was hurt because of her. She took a small step towards the castle, but Hooch jerked her arm out, catching her in the chest to stop her.
Dumbledore shook his head, a calm frown coming over his face, "Why are you doing this Rolanda? This student is a troublemaker. She supports Voldemort. She should be-"
"Finish that sentence," Madame Hooch's voice deepened, darkened, and became very deadly, "And I will personally make you suffer."
A chill ran down Hermione's spine, hearing the double meaning in the woman's words. She could remember Hooch being stern to them as first years, but she had never heard the woman's voice in a threatening manner. It terrified her and made her feel proud all at once. She frowned against the strange emotion's, ones that she had only ever felt when McGonagall was defending her.
Her mind fluttered to Pettigrew's words in the graveyard, Alecto was babysitting you that night. She wasn't your mother. Your mother was at work. She stared at Hooch, seeing the same structure that McGonagall's face held, the hard eyes narrowed on Dumbledore.
She shook her head, knowing she needed to focus now as Dumbledore spoke, confused frown on his face, "You so willingly turn against me Rolanda? Why? There has to be more to it."
Hermione felt relief wash through her body as she spotted Snape emerging from the castle, his wand raised at Dumbledore's back. The man jerked forward and fell to the ground in shock. Hermione grinned over at Snape before being pulled by Hooch towards the Forbidden Forest, "Hold on tight Granger."
Hermione gripped onto the woman's arm tightly and felt the sudden jerk and nausea filing her body. She hated apparating, especially sidelong. It was worse than just the usual maneuver. They landed in a dark alleyway, near a familiar building. Hooch hurried her into the Leaky Cauldron and into a booth near the back corner, nodding at Tom.
Hermione frowned at her companion as the woman sat across from her, "Why are you helping me?"
Madame Hooch smirked at her, "There's a lot of things I need to tell you but I'm not sure how you're going to take it all."
She felt her stomach roll and took a deep breath, "Hold that thought." She bolted to the restroom and let go of her breakfast. She hated apparating but it was definitely worse now that she was pregnant. She rinsed her mouth with water and splashed cold water on her face before returning to the booth and Hooch.
Hooch frowned at her, "I know you aren't used to apparating."
Hermione shook her head, contemplating on whether or not she could tell the woman. Tom arrived with a smile and a nod, "What can I get for you ladies?"
Hermione and Hooch spoke at the same time, "Coca with cinnamon."
Hermione turned a grin to Hooch as Tom moved away with a chuckle, "No one likes it with cinnamon."
Hooch smirked at her, black eyebrow raised high, "I do."
Hermione frowned at her, her fingers fidgeting on the table in front of her, "Apparating hasn't been easy but it's worse now that I'm…" She glanced around and lowered her voice, "Pregnant."
Hooch's eyes widened, tears spilling quickly, and Hermione frowned, unsure if she had just upset the woman. Hooch reached slowly across the table and took her hand gently, "Whose?"
She smiled shyly, "Bellatrix."
Hooch burst into laughter, wiping her eyes as Tom delivered their drinks and left them quickly, "I'm sorry. I find the idea of little Bellatrix Black being a mother shocking. She'll be overprotective to the extreme."
Hermione grinned, nodding as she sipped her hot drink, "Trust me, I know."
Hooch eyed her for a moment over her own mug, "How did you even end up with Narcissa Malfoy?"
She grinned, feeling the blush rush up her face and burn the tips of her ears, "The first time I met her I literally ran into her in Diagon Alley. It was my first year and she scared the hell out of me."
Hooch snorted, "Yes the woman has a way about her."
Hermione narrowed her eyes playfully at the woman, "It wasn't until Draco introduced me to her the summer before our third year…" She could still feel Narcissa's body against hers as she was pinned to the wall.
Hooch chuckled, "Narcissa is definitely a woman that knows what she wants and will do anything to get it."
Hermione nodded, "Tell me about it." She frowned as she eyed the woman in front of her, "What about you? Why did you so easily turn against Dumbledore?"
A dark look entered Hooch's eyes, her face twisting in pain slightly, "That is a long story. My mate was murdered back before the first wizarding war. Leta Lestrange," a small sad smile crossed her face before it disappeared quickly. "She was killed by Dumbledore even though she was trying to turn her life around. She was working with Gellert Grindelwald at the time. They were best friends and Dumbledore was beginning his corruption when Grindelwald and Leta tried to stop him."
Hermione frowned as she watched the tear roll down the woman's face, even as a sudden nervousness filled her stomach. Her heart clenched in pain thinking about her own mates, how she felt when she thought they were about to die. She cleared her throat of the emotions that were stuck, "That was back in the twenties, right?"
Hooch nodded, "I was born a few years after her. I met her when I was seventeen. We had ten years together before…" She shook her head, wiping her tears away quickly.
Hermione hated seeing the pain on the woman's face, even though she understood it. She couldn't imagine her life without her mates, and it hurt knowing that her mates had spent five minutes doing just that in the graveyard.
She shifted nervously in her seat and Hooch frowned at her, concern clouding her eyes, "What's wrong?"
She took a deep breath, "Leta would be related to Rodolphus right?"
Hooch grimaced, "Unfortunately yes. But you must understand that she was trying to be better, much like Sirius."
She shook her head, "It's not that. I sort of…" She shifted again. How was she supposed to say that she killed Hooch's mate's cousin? Would the woman be angry with her? Regret saving her from Dumbledore?
Hooch frowned, "I know Rodolphus was married to Bellatrix but that was only because it was forced."
She swallowed thickly before shaking her head and leaning closer to whisper, "I killed Rodolphus in the graveyard that night. He attacked my mates and I…" She smirked, quirking an eyebrow, "Snapped."
Whatever she had been expecting it wasn't for Madame Hooch to burst into laughter. She eyed the woman quizzically until the laughter subsided and Hooch grinned at her, "Trust me, the man deserved it. Plus, you were doing what comes naturally. It's instinct to protect a mate and since you're pregnant," a wistful smile crossed the woman's face, "it's only going to be enhanced and uncontrollable."
Hermione eyed her carefully, her mind racing ahead, "Sounds like you speak from experience."
Hooch sat back, remaining silent and becoming her usually stoic self as Tom approached with a smile, "Food?"
Again, they answered at the same time, "Nothing thank you." They looked back at each other and laughed before shaking their heads at Tom.
Hermione sat back and began to fidget, glancing across the table at Hooch, who was in the same position as her. She couldn't help but see the similarities between herself and Hooch, her mind racing with Pettigrew's words. Her mother was still alive, and Tom had told her to say hello to her mother, confirming that it was someone at the school.
She shook her head, needing to focus on the problem at hand first, "What do we do now? Dumbledore isn't going to let this go."
Hooch nodded, "I can't return to the school without him trying something now that he knows I am on the other side."
Hermione nodded, finishing off her cold coca, not realizing how long they had been there already. Her eyes widened as she realized she was still closed off, "I have to get home. The train would have arrived hours ago."
Hooch nodded, "Let's go. I can apparate us to the gates. It'll be quicker." Hermione grimaced but nodded, earning a laugh from Hooch, "Don't worry, it'll be fine."
Hermione followed her to the back room after Hooch paid for their drinks, "You're not the one that will be tasting the coca again." With a laugh Hooch apparated them to Malfoy Manor.
Hermione hated the rolling in her stomach as she leaned against the wrought iron gate, her coca making an appearance again, "I hate this."
Hooch rubbed soothing circles on her back while speaking softly, "It'll pass. The first six months are the hardest on the stomach." Hermione turned to look at her, searching the woman's face for any hint of more information but the stoic image was back in place as Hooch motioned towards the gate, "Shall we."
She pushed through the gate, waiting for it to bang close before she led the way up the path to the manor. She felt her mates' magick's swirling through the air wildly, their emotions slamming into her body with enough force to knock her backwards slightly. She shook her head as she opened herself fully and felt their relief rushing through her as she heard them coming for her. The front doors burst open and Bellatrix and Narcissa rushed down the steps, pausing at the bottom, their eyes on Hooch warily.
Hermione took in the sight of her dark witch. The woman's dark eyes blazing with anger and relief. Her wild black curls high on her head and still draping over her shoulders. The black dragonhide corset cinched tight, pushing her voluptuous breasts higher, the pale skin of her dark witch's chest on display. The black dress that was usual for the woman shifted slightly in the soft breeze around her legs.
She couldn't resist her mates and her legs moved on their own as she sprinted towards Bellatrix, the need to be in the woman's arms pushing her as fast as she could run. She launched herself into Bellatrix's arms, wrapping her legs around her mate's waist, hands sliding into dark curls and gripping tightly. Her lips collided with Bellatrix's in a passionate and long overdue kiss. She could feel her mate's strong arms around her, tightening their hold and pulling her tighter against her body.
After a few minutes Narcissa's voice pulled them from their kiss, "What happened?"
Hermione smiled at Bellatrix as the woman's hand cupped her face, a thumb brushing lightly across the scratches on her face, "Long story. Madame Hooch saved my life though."
Bellatrix's eyed darkened, her hold on her young mate tightening painfully, "Saved your life?"
Hooch strode forward as McGonagall exited the house, "Dumbledore is putting some pieces together."
Hermione unlocked her legs from Bellatrix's waist, and dropped to the ground again, "We need to get Severus here. I'm worried about him. Dumbledore will figure out it was him eventually."
McGonagall smiled at Hooch, "Rolanda, I'm glad to see you in one piece."
Hooch chuckled, "As if I'd let you have all the fun Minerva."
Hermione frowned at the two older witches, seeing mirroring smiles and unable to resist asking, "Are you two related?"
The two older witches laughed, and McGonagall nodded, "Rolanda is my sister."
Hooch smirked, crossing her arms over her chest, "Her older and smarter sister."
McGonagall glared at the woman, "As if."
Hermione stared dumbstruck as the two older witches began to bicker back and forth, ignoring their audience. She could feel her chest tighten as she watched them. Could one of them be her mother? And if that was the case that would make the other her aunt. Her mind raced, her shock and need to know becoming more and more powerful.
Bellatrix cupped her face gently, "What's wrong my little witch?"
Narcissa rubbed her back gently, "What's got you so panicked?"
Hermione shook her head, still unable to speak as she watched McGonagall and Hooch laugh as they entered the Malfoy Manor. One of them was her mother, that she was positive but now she wasn't sure which one it was. She had so much in common with McGonagall but the more time she spent with Madame Hooch… She could see their similarities, her own similarities matching with both women. She sighed heavily and allowed herself to fall into Narcissa's open arms, even though Bellatrix didn't stop touching her.
She was finally home and in her mates' arms and there was no other place she'd rather be anymore.
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Hermione felt the warmth of two bodies on either side of her as she slowly slipped back into consciousness. The night before had been overwhelming for her. She had arrived back home to the relief of everyone present including her very angry father. He had been expecting her as soon as the others arrived from the platform and when she wasn't with them, he and Bellatrix had nearly destroyed Narcissa's home in their anger. They had a late dinner, Hermione barley able to keep her eyes open, before she fell into bed with her mates to sleep.
She stretched gently, not wanting to disturb the sleeping women on either side of her, covering her yawn with her hand. She slipped out of bed and headed to the large bathtub that was calling her name. She sank into the hot water, groaning softly at the way her tense sore muscles began to relax. She left herself open for her mates, having been separated from them most of the day yesterday, which didn't do any of them any good. She closed her eyes and sank beneath the water, pushing all thoughts from her mind.
She felt the panic coming from Narcissa, and she quickly resurfaced just as the bathroom door opened. She smiled up at the older blonde, "I'm sorry if I woke you."
Narcissa shook her head, stripping from her green silk pajamas, "I don't like when I go to sleep with you and wake up with you gone." She stepped into the large tub, sinking into the water while straddling Hermione's lap.
Hermione grinned as she ran her hands gently up and down her mate's thighs, feeling the muscles twitch under her touch, "I needed a bath, and I didn't want to wake you two." She placed a soft kiss on Narcissa's lips, pulling the woman's bottom lip between her teeth.
Narcissa moaned softly at the feeling, "I've missed you so much my little one."
She smiled as she felt the love through their bond, "I missed you too, but I'm here now."
She slid Narcissa's blonde hair off her left shoulder, placing kisses down the blonde's exposed neck. She circled her tongue around the older witch's jumping pulse before nipping it lightly. The moan she received only made her arousal climb higher as she bit down on the sensitive skin, swirling her tongue to sooth the spot quickly. She felt Narcissa's hips buck against her and she grinned as she pulled back, pulling the woman tighter against her.
Narcissa kissed her lips slowly, not wanting to rush anything. It had been too long since she had her mate. She needed to feel her witch, to search every inch of her body for injury. She jerked back as the need to have her mate under her body, her hands, became overwhelming.
Hermione only nodded, feeling the need her mate had. They stood and left the tub smirking as they saw Bellatrix's sleeping form in the large king-sized bed. Narcissa guided her to the opposite side and Hermione laid back against the pillows, gripping the older woman's hips as Narcissa straddled her.
She dragged her fingers over Narcissa's smooth skin, letting the feather light touches bring goosebumps to the surface, "I love you Narcissa."
Narcissa stared down at her young mate, eyes traveling over all the exposed skin. She paused for only a moment on the large scar across Hermione's chest, knowing she would make Arthur Weasley pay soon. She continued her visual examination before bringing her hands down the same trail her eyes had made. Her fingers brushed over the sensitive scar causing Hermione to shiver slightly, the soft smile on the girl's lips never leaving.
Once she was positive her mate was uninjured, she lowered herself to kiss Hermione deeply. She thrust her tongue into the girl's cool mouth, noticing the difference again. After they had gotten back to Hogwarts after the graveyard, she had noticed how much cooler Hermione was running, temperature wise. She and Bellatrix had discussed it with Pomfrey, and they wondered if it was a side effect of the killing curse she had lived through.
Hermione could feel Narcissa's need to dominate her, and she willingly submitted to her blonde mate. She could feel the rush of emotions swirling through Narcissa's body. She hadn't known how to help her mates after what happened because she was still at Hogwarts, and they weren't but now they were together. Now she could give them whatever they needed, wanted. She let Narcissa do whatever she wanted, whatever she needed. Feeling the woman's hands stroking every inch of her body only set her on fire even more.
It was soft and slow, sensually more so than before. Every touch was felt by both. Every kiss tasted between their bond. She could taste Narcissa's salty tears as they held each other, and she flipped them over, placing her body between her mate's open thighs, feeling the woman's slick heat mixing with her own. She hated the pain her mate was feeling but she wouldn't change giving her life for theirs.
She slowly slid three fingers into Narcissa, breaking the kiss to breathe and to watch her lover's face. Narcissa's arms around her neck tightened, her eyes glazed with pleasure as they stared at each other. She went slow, making sure to hit every spot that Narcissa had, moving deeper.
Narcissa's breathing hitched as Hermione filled her, but she still needed more. She needed her mate to fill her, to feel like Hermione was everywhere. She groaned in protest as Hermione slipped her fingers out but before she could speak, she cried out as Hermione gave her what she needed, as if reading her mind. Hermione slipped four fingers deep into her core, before curling her fingers and pressing firmly against her front wall.
Narcissa felt her orgasm racing towards her as Hermione continued the slow deep thrusts. Her young witch's soft lips covering her neck with kisses and sharp nips. Their bodies moved as one, Hermione knowing what she needs more than ever before. She couldn't resist the orgasm, not wanting it to happen quickly, but it was unavoidable as Hermione knew exactly what she needed, knew exactly how to touch her, to bring her pleasure and comfort.
As her orgasm began to burst through her she found the left side of Hermione's neck and bit down as hard as could, Hermione's moan echoing through the silent room. She'd never had a primal need to mark anyone and the first time she felt it with Hermione it was nothing as strong as it was now. She couldn't control it, couldn't resist the urge. She needed to sink her teeth in her girl's neck. She needed to taste her mate, to mark her, to show everyone that she was taken. She needed everyone to know that Hermione was hers and no one else could touch her, have her, claim her.
Hermione was hers and Bellatrix's.
She rode her climax down fully but refused to let Hermione leave her body yet. She just wanted to feel the girl inside, to feel her as deep as possible. When she finally released the girl's neck, she was shocked to see the blood slowly running down Hermione's neck to her chest. She gasped, the knowledge that it had to hurt her mate, surging forward.
Hermione placed soft kisses on her neck, jaw, lips before smiling down at her and shaking her head, "Trust me, it was far from painful." Her voice was husky, raspy with lust and it turned Narcissa on even more.
Narcissa frowned, "But I drew blood."
Hermione smirked, "And pushed me into an orgasm of my own."
Narcissa's eyes widened slightly, "Really?"
Hermione nodded, "You'll do it again and I already can't wait."
Narcissa moaned as her core clenched around Hermione's fingers again. The girl grinned and began to move in and out of her again. This time was fast, hard, and deep. This time Narcissa filled Hermione's body above her and this time when they came together it was while they stared into each other's eyes, watching the pleasure exploded on the others face, seeing the love for the other reflected back at them.
Hermione felt her body shaking, struggling to keep herself up, and quickly slid towards the middle of the bed, keeping half her body on top of Narcissa's. She kissed her mate's bare shoulder, nipping it lightly and drawing a soft moan from her older witch.
Narcissa wrapped her arms around Hermione, pulling the girl tight to her, "I love you Hermione."
"I love you too Cissy." Hermione murmured, her eyes struggling to stay open.
She sighed happily as she felt Bellatrix's body press tight against her back, "Welcome home my little Vixen." Soft lips met her bare back, right between her shoulder blades.
Hermione grinned against Narcissa's breast, "Home…" She relaxed into Narcissa's hold while Bellatrix wrapped around her from behind and the three quickly fell back into a deep peaceful sleep.