Hermione POV
Saturday nights since returning to Hogwarts had been the worst. There was only so much homework and reading I could fill my time with. Thankfully, I'd received an invitation to Hagrid's hut for dinner. Those damn biscuits of his were dreadful and the conversation had been stunted, but Hagrid had filled it in with details of his trip to Romania and I had gotten the chance to see Grawp. Honestly, it was kind of nice- feeling welcomed and genuinely cared for. After my fight with Ron, I had been feeling pretty lousy. Neither of the giants had qualms about my lack of conversation and Hagrid had actually made me feel…normal. I was glad that when I made my way to the Great Hall to get some actual dinner though. I was even more glad that it was mostly deserted. I almost made it through the whole meal before an interruption too. Almost.
"Can I join you?" I looked up to find Theodora, thankfully without that damn book in her hands. Instead, she held a piece of parchment and a quill, which honestly wasn't much better. I felt bad about running out on her before so I gave her a nod, closing my book and stuffing it into my bag, even though I didn't actually want company.
She sat across from me and laid out the sheet of parchment. It was a map of Hogwarts. Not the Marauder's Map that I had seem a dozen times, but a plain map that showed only locations instead of people.
"I was researching earlier and I came across information about a room that students used during the war," she said, pointing towards a hall on the map that I knew all to well. "Is this where the Room of Requirement is?"
"It-, it was."
She narrowed her eyes in confusion at my response, and I let out a sigh. I hadn't been to the room since the battle. It's not like I had a reason to. I wasn't even sure that it still functioned as it once did after the fiendfyre. I had no anger in me to explain, to make the words. I was thankful when she changed the subject.
"I heard the two Slytherin boys talking about using it tonight for something. You know, the old ones that were in your school year," she said. Ouch. Old? Merlin, kids were mean.
What were Theo and Malfoy doing in the room of requirement? My curiosity spiked at the possibilities that led from dangerous to interesting.
"I think I saw them headed over that way a minute ago. Do you think I should tell the Headmistress? It's getting awfully close to curfew."
Shite. If she told on them it would risk Theo's probation…and Malfoy's, though I wasn't so sure that I was concerned about his. Okay, so maybe I cared, but just for Theo's sake. I shook my head, gathering up my things.
"I-, I'll, ha-, handle it," I replied, standing from the table. "You-, you sho-, should get to-, to bed."
My feet moved quickly and sure enough, when I came upon The Room of Requirement Malfoy and Theo were stepping into a small wooden door. I considered leaving, considered that whatever they were doing was none of my concern. I considered a lot of things, but none of them stopped me from turning the knob and following them inside.
I found myself in a bedroom that looked exactly like mine, but directly in front of me was a large, gilded mirror. In its reflection was me…but not me, because my reflection was wearing something I would never have the guts to put on- periwinkle blue and lacy and sexy. I stepped towards the mirror, wanting a closer look. My reflection walked with me and when I reached out to touch the glass, my reflection smiled.
Behind her stood Malfoy and Theo in nothing but soft looking boxer shorts. They came up and touched my reflection's shoulders, their free hands intertwining behind her back. They wanted each other and they wanted her too. Theo turned her head and captured her lips and then to my shock, her head turned to the other side. Our scars were on full display and she touched Malfoy's chest, where his brand was, while they kissed. Hands moved to cradle her, pull her up to wrap her legs around his waist. Reflection Hermione was smashed between them with Theo at her back. I could see their lips moving as the kiss ended and I could swear they whispered words of love as the two of them wrapped her in skin, their own fingers grazing each others as they touched her, their lips pausing for kisses while they peeled the lingerie off her body.
A moan escaped me as Malfoy captured a nipple and Theo slid a hand between her thighs. My cunt throbbed, it ached, despite my disgust, despite everything.
"What do you see?" Theo's voice made me jump. I turned to find them both standing in front of the door that I had entered. The only exit. Both of them watching, both of them looking so desperate for my answer. I became enraged, fear and embarrassment mixing to become anger. Sparks of gold tinged in red erupted over my body like a beacon.
"Look for your damn self," I snapped and Malfoy answered.
"It's the Mirror of Erised, Granger. That's not how it works."
Of course it was. It made sense now. Ron and Harry had told me about it. You could only see your own desires, your truest desires. Shock and relief struck me at the same time, relief overpowering the shock. They didn't know. They couldn't see.
"I saw my parents," I lied, feeling my skin flush, my cheeks reddening.
Malfoy shook his head, smirking. "Liar"
He continued to stand by the door, but Theo stepped closer to me and I let him. I let Theo grab onto my waist and pull his body into mine. I could feel every inch of him on me. "You see us. Together. All three of us."
"No," I said, though the word came out shaky and when Theo dipped his head to take a deep breath of my hair, my whole body quivered. The want simmered.
"I told you to get better at lying," Theo said at the same moment his hands cupped my arse and lifted me. I gasped in surprise and he took three steps, four. He sat me on the edge of the bed and I slid back on the bed, wanting distance, not wanting distance. Wanting. Wanting. Wanting.
"You want me," Theo said, crawling towards me as I inched back. "You want us."
My back hit the headboard and Theo's body came over mine, his head dipping down to kiss my neck. The moment his lips touched the skin there all that want sparked. The magic on my skin answered in red. Red…it reacted to my desire and the gold now tickled the edges. Fuck. Did they know? Did they realize what it meant?
"No, I want Theo, just Theo," I said, panting around the words. Lies, more lies. Lies told to myself and spoken aloud. My skin felt hot, my cheeks burned. I tried to tug at Theo's clothes and a wand was waved, My clothes disintegrated, replaced by a flowy bit of lingerie not too dissimilar from the one I had seen in the mirror. It was even in that damn periwinkle blue, but they hadn't seen what was in the mirror. They hadn't seen so how did they fucking know?
"You're still lying," Malfoy said and I growled, I actually fucking growled with anger. He had no right to know the truth, he didn't deserve it. "Or did you forget that we heard you say both our names when you came?"
I shook my head. Deny, deny, deny.
Theo's lips moved to my chest and I no longer cared what they knew. The want was more important, the need. His hands cupped my breasts as he pressed his face between the soft mounds with a groan. I throbbed with the need for friction and my heart raced. The sound of steps echoed in the room over Theo's soft moans and my panting breaths. Seeing Malfoy, watching his face as he watched the two of us made my skin burn more. His eyes stayed glued on us while he walked straight towards the mirror. He stole a glance at it and looked back at me.
"Do you want to know what I see in the mirror?" I didn't answer, but Malfoy continued anyway, strutting towards the side of the bed now. He leaned over it, his hands flat on the bed, inches from Theo and I. "I see you in that exact lingerie, the lingerie that's the same color as that damn dress from the yule ball."
The dress. The dress had been periwinkle blue. Fuck. Of course it had. I'd felt beautiful that night and the mirror had tapped into the memory.
"I think I matched it rather well," he said, fingering the flowy piece of lace. "I see you laid out beneath us in this, arching your back against Theo as he holds you in place while I finally touch that precious cunt of yours."
A nipple was pulled free of the lacy top and Malfoy practically drooled as Theo wrapped his mouth around it. My blood rushed, fiery heat curling inside me. He leaned in even closer, whispering softly. "And in that mirror you beg for it, Granger, and I think that's exactly what you want. You want to be cherished, adored. You want us to worship you."
Fuck…fuck…fuck. I couldn't think of another lie. I did want it, I wanted it even if it went against ever cell in my body to hate Malfoy, even if those cells co-mingled with my want and my jealousy and my hatred for wanting. Fuck him for being right, and fuck that want.
Gold and red, red and gold. They spattered and sparked as I reached for Theo's shirt, yanking his mouth back to mine. I captured his breaths, drinking them in with whimpering pleas against him lips.
"Just you. Please, Theo. Please. I need you," I whimpered around my frantic kisses and a hand slid down, down and between to where the blue lace was wet.
One second his body was there and the next it was gone.
Malfoy had pulled him away by his hair and he was attacking his mouth with the same vigor I had. Hands made quick work of clothes and suddenly they were both bare in front of me. The two of them were all lean, toned muscle and when my eyes dipped below their waists…Merlin. They were both bigger than Ron, longer and thicker. I'd seen Malfoy in the library, but together…together they would destroy me. No, I was getting ahead of myself. Not Malfoy. Never Malfoy. I couldn't. I wouldn't. So why was I still watching them? Why wasn't I running for the door?
Malfoy shoved Theo face down so that he bent over the side of the bed and I gasped in surprise when he reached for a bottle of lube that I hadn't seen sitting on the bedside table. I hadn't seen anything except for the mirror and the bed and naked flesh. He squeezed a large amount into his hand. Was he going to…
With a thrust of Malfoy's hips, Theo let out a deep, satisfied moan while he gripped my thigh in his hands. My thighs clenched, my hands itched, but when my hand tried to take over where Theo's hand had been, the hand on my thigh grabbed and held them away.
"The first one who's going to touch your cunt tonight is me, Granger. Only after I make you cum, will Theo fuck you. If he still has the fucking stamina, that is."
My anger bubbled, churning. Malfoy wasn't in charge. I was. I was the one with all the power in the moment- the power to leave, the power to stay, the power to make demands. My want took a backseat to my anger.
"Who says you could even make me cum?" I asked.
His hips stopped moving and Theo whimpered at the loss of his cock.
"Is that a challenge, Granger?"
My whole body felt light when he gave me a wicked grin. It was just his fingers, not his tongue or his cock, and if I played my cards right, I could get exactly what I wanted out of it- their eyes, their desire, and my dignity intact. I transfigured the closest object, a discarded sock, into an hourglass- feeling a sharp thrill as the sand began to fall.
"Fingers only and if you can make me cum before the last grain of sand falls, you get to stay as Theo fucks me, but you cum on the floor. Not inside us or on us. You cum on the floor like the beast you are. Even better, if you fail, you leave."
Malfoy stalked around the bed so that he was at the bottom, staring up at me.
"Well? Your time is running out." I said to him. "If you can't do it, you can just go now and save us all the trouble."
Confidence oozed off Malfoy. Confidence I hadn't seen in years.
"You've done it now, Love," said Theo, sitting on the edge of the bed.
Love. Oh, fuck. My stomach did little flips at the name.
"Deal," Malfoy said, looking amused. He turned to Theo. "Hold her down."
I scooted forward so that he could squeeze in behind me and wrap his arms around mine, gripping them behind my back. His cock twitched against me and I thought of it inside of me. The thought of him fucking me while Malfoy watched was already making me dizzy, but first I was going to prove a point.