Draco POV

The strange flames around Granger disappeared. I wasn't sure what spell Theo had used, my blood had been pounding so hard in my ears that I couldn't seem to hear anything at all for several long heartbeats. The tears on her face kept falling in the silence and I ached to take whatever pain she was feeling. I would take a thousand curses for her to not look so broken.

"Granger," I said, needing to say something, to do something.

Theo looked just as dumbfounded as I was. Neither of us knew what to do. It didn't feel right to touch her, to slip into her space when she looked an inch from sanity.

"It-, It's, no-, not enough," she said, her words coming out fragmented again.

"Keep going," I said, practically begging. Pain lingered in my bones, my skin, my lungs still felt coated with water. The mark on my chest hurt the worst. The word she had burned there taunted me, but I would take it again, a thousand more marks if she wanted. "Slap me, punch me again, curse me."

"It will never be enough!" She screamed, crying harder.

"Then Theo will do it or I'll do it myself. Whatever you want." I turned to Theo, begging him with my eyes even before I spoke. "Hit me."

"No," he said, shaking his head in refusal. I could see the tears in his sad eyes. I knew that he was already past his limit. I wondered if the sight of me had brought up the trauma of his youth. Would he ever forgive me for this? After he'd healed most of my open wounds, he had kissed my face in an attempt to ground himself while I had repeated to him that I was fine, that I was okay before I had seen Granger on fire. I didn't think about those kisses until now. That wasn't something we did in public, and never like that, soft kisses of reassurance. The orchestra room had been the one exception. It seemed Granger was quite the catalyst for exceptions.

"Damn it, Theo, hit me before she leaves," I hissed under my breath. "If she leaves, you know we won't get another chance at this. If she can't do it herself, you have to do it or I will."

"Fucking hell," he growled, standing up and pulling at his hair.

"Please."

The simple word made him snap. He released his hair, grabbing mine instead and dragging me so I had to sit forward on my knees. He always put me in that position when I angered him to the point that he wanted silence, like he had done by the fire place only days ago. I almost expected him to pull his dick free. Granger looked up from her tears, her eyes finding us. It was working, it would work.

"Do it!" I yelled at him and he struck me.

It wasn't the punch I expected. It was an open handed smack that stung my cheek. The sobs in the room quieted and both our faces turned to the side to see Granger. Her eyes were wide and she was silent.

"Again."

He answered my request with another smack. My head snapped to the side at the impact, I could taste blood from the strike of my teeth on my cheek.

"Again," said a voice that wasn't mine and Theo obeyed, smacking my other cheek. When my head swiveled to the side this time I saw her. She was closer, crawling towards us on her hands and knees for a closer view, a look of fascination on her face. The sight made my cock stiffen in my trousers. It shouldn't be possible to be aroused when I was in so much pain. I didn't typically get off on pain. It wasn't that I had anything against it, I liked roughness to an extent and I liked that pain made me feel less sad, but it had never been connected to my dick. What I currently felt all over my body was so much more than choking or pulling or spanking. It would have been too much in any normal circumstance. I was seriously injured. I wasn't hard from the pain. I was hard from watching her crawl, in spite of the pain. "Again."

He followed her command and I released a growl, though not at the impact. I was angry at losing sight of her.

"You don't deserve to look at her," Theo said, gripping my chin roughly in his hand. He knew, of course he knew. He was always so attentive. I caught sight of his dick then and I knew that he was watching mine. We were both hard and somehow we had slipped into our usual roles, our private roles. I heard the sound of magic, the sound of the beds behind me, the beds we had magicked back into two, crashing into one again. Fucking Hogwarts. Granger gasped. Fear instantly flooded my body.

We both looked at her, Theo's hand still on my chin, his dick standing at attention along with mine. Did she see how hard we were? Of course she did, how could she not? I expected to find disgust on her face, anger at the fact that we had somehow turned my punishment into something else. I did not expect to see…lust. Her cheeks were slightly pink, her lips wet, and eyes full of want. It disappeared as quickly as it had bloomed on her face. She turned her head away, pulled herself to her feet, and ran for the door. Theo yelled after her, but we couldn't leave the room in our current predicament- dicks standing at full mast, blood on our bodies and clothes.

"Was she turned on?" I asked, incredulously. The idea of her being turned on by us, by me, had always been a fantasy. It's the flicker of something that had driven us to this insane idea, but I didn't expect it so soon, if ever. I needed Theo to confirm that I was mad.

"Yeah, she was."

Even if she hated us, this was a step in the right direction. That glimmer of hope that had formed shifted to a glowing ember in the pit of my stomach. I looked at Theo and he smiled, the fucker smiled and it was wide and full of promise. My response was to stand and walk over to the door. I slammed it shut, grabbed onto his shirt, and dragged him to the bed. I shoved him down and his eyes went wide as I crawled on top of him.

"You need to rest," he said, though he grunted as my hands were everywhere all at once- in his hair, down his trousers, pulling his dick free from the strain of the fabric. By the time I reached for the lube in the nightstand he was matching my vigor with his own.

"I have all weekend to rest. Right now I need to fuck you."

I kicked off my trousers and began to work the lube on my cock, stroking myself with a hum. Theo watched with hungry eyes, pulling off his clothes.

"I've never seen you so hard."

"It's the thought of her with us…fuck." I stopped my hand with great effort. I didn't want to cum yet, but it felt good. It felt so good, just as good as it had felt on the floor of the orchestra room. It was good and I was unworthy again. I wanted to be worthy. I clenched my teeth, forcing my orgasm to retreat the slightest bit as my dick twitched.

"Me too. It has me hard too," he said, palming his own dick. "I'm already so close. Fuck me…please."

I leaned forward, pushing past the first ring of his tight hole and then the second as he continued to pump himself.

"Don't cum yet," I said, to both him and myself. It was a challenge just to move inside of him, to start sliding my cock in and out of his arse.

"Do you wish it was her tight cunt around your dick?" He asked, a strange look in his face that I recognized instantly as jealousy. I realized that I had seen that face before during our time with Pansy, before we'd ever kissed or fucked, when it had been Pansy receiving all my sexual frustration in the corridor when we had shared her like a toy. We'd always been good at sharing or so I thought. The more I thought about that face, the more memories of it came back to me as I thrust into him. It occurred to me that I'd seen it when I'd complained about Granger too. Jealousy was a good look on him. "I wish it was her hand on my cock, fisting me."

My own jealousy hit me at the image of Theo deriving pleasure from someone else's hand other than mine. I'd never been jealous of Pansy's attention on Theo, maybe it's because I had never wanted her like I wanted Granger. Granger, Granger fucking Theo. The thought made my hips move faster as the jealousy was met with desire, need. I wanted to see it, feel it. I wanted her to be between us, in all our fucked up and broken glory.

"Oh yeah?" My thrusts became more manic, my eyes darting from his face, to his hand, and back to his face. I wished there was a way that I could watch all of him at once- his clenching balls, his open lips, his rushed fist on his cock. I clutched his waist as he grunted, my own barbaric noises mingling with his. "Do you wish she was here watching me fuck your arse? You want her to watch me own you?"

"Yes," he moaned, matching the movements of my hips with those of his hand. "I want her to see this side of you. I want to watch as you fuck her pussy and feel her mouth around me at the same time. She'd be so good for us."

She was good, they both were. The images he conjured up came to me as my dick stiffened inside of him, as I watched him spill over his stomach. Granger and Theo, Theo and Granger. I pulsed, releasing my cum deep in his arse in rough spurts at the thought of them both. While my dick twitched my lips found his in a rough kiss. He hummed contently at the contact. It was the best I'd felt in years. I wished that moment could last forever, but the ache in my chest came back when my chest accidentally grazed his. I pulled back, clutching the burnt skin.

"I told you to rest," Theo said, rolling his eyes.

"Fuck off," I replied, falling to his side on the bed as he spelled away the mess. "You nag at me like my mother. If I couldn't take it, I wouldn't have offered to do it."

"Narcissa would lose her mind if she ever heard you talk of her that way," he said with a laugh. "I'd love to see that. She'd probably shred into you. Hermione reminds me of her, you know- two badass women."

"Yuck," I said, uncomfortable with the thought that my mother reminded him of Granger.

I thought of my mother, an odd thought when I had just cum. It made my skin crawl, but I couldn't help it. The thought of her nagged at me almost as much as Theo's words. I needed to write her soon. She was alone at Malfoy Manor, had been since father and I were put away and she was paroled. I was afraid she was becoming a bit too recluse. I hadn't seen her when I'd gone home briefly to pack, she'd locked herself in her room. It was a good thing. I was too afraid to face her quite yet, afraid she was as broken as I was, as broken as Granger. My thoughts shifted back to Granger then, the desire in her eyes that came after the anger. She was definitely broken, but maybe Theo was truly right. We could fix this.

That night I slept with a cooling spell on my chest and Theo's arm around my waist while I dreamed of fixing a broken woman.