Theo POV

"My mother redecorated. It's not the same and there's a guest house. You don't have to stay in the manor," Draco said, trying to get Hermione to backpedal from the sickly state she'd slipped into.

"Seriously, Draco?" I admonished him, leaning against the sofa and simultaneously pulling Hermione into my arms, still naked from being freshly fucked moments ago. The difference being that now she was hyperventilating and coated in dripping green magic. She was also a little sweaty and some of our mess was spilling onto my lap, but none of that mattered. I held onto her. "Why the hell would you ask her to come to the manor?"

"I…I don't know…I thought that's what we were agreeing to," he replied, his expression full of panic. He dug a hand into his hair, his eyes looking watery. "She…and us…and I-"

He was rambling, rubbing his hand on her back.

"In what universe would that make sense?" I asked. She pressed herself into me harder, her face burrowing into my neck, breathing rapidly. Draco pulled his hand away, looking stung. "I thought we were agreeing to try and get her to stay here, not having her come with us to the manor-"

I was cut off by a choking sound from her. We needed to do something. The green was getting so thick and I could feel the wetness of her silent tears on my skin, her tits shuddering against me. Fuck, her nipples were peaked and my cock twitched a little. Focus! The high of the gillyweed was making my mind so muddled. The gillyweed!

"Pass me a joint," I said.

Naked, Draco hurried across the shack and reached for a discarded joint from the table. He lit the rolled paper and I snapped my fingers wildly until he placed it into my hand. Gently, I pried her away from me enough so that I could place the joint to her lips. She took it without hesitation, inhaling quick and deep. Her hyperventilating breaths turned to coughs and I patted her on the back.

"That's a good girl."

The coughing finally settled until her breathing returned to normal. Draco lit another joint, sucking it down with vigor. He was freaking out and so was she. There was no space for my own emotions, for my feelings all mixed and curled under the influence of the high. Every time I tried to focused too hard on anything it would disappear from my brain anyway. We sat in relative silence. Draco came to his senses first, tossing me a towel. I should clean her, get her comfortable. The thought of touching her cunt made my cock jump again.

"You're poking me." Hermione's quiet voice was followed by a wiggle of her ass. Oh! I was poking her. The shift of her body caused the mess on my thighs to smear.

"My bad." The only response to my half ass apology was a laugh as she rolled off my lap, a giddy sort of laugh that was all gillyweed. The magic around her dissipated with the movement. Just like that all the tension broke.

I saw the worry in Draco's face soften at her laughter. He looked at me with a smirk, watching me watch him.

"He's got great recovery time," Draco said before shifting his attention from me to her. He sat down on the floor beside us and I wiped myself off while she sat up from the floor, using my body to lean against and steady hers. The two of them fell into an eye lock. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have-"

Something happened between a breath and a heartbeat. Her hand came up, resting on the side of his face, a thumb stroking his cheek.

"Relax." The single word from her lips made him practically glow. She stopped touching holding his face and took the joint from my hand to continue smoking it. "I know you didn't mean any harm."

I'd always been the one to do that, the person who could calm him with the touch of a hand. I should have been jealous, but all I could feel was the warmth of love in my chest. She cared about him like I did, loved him and me in the same way that we loved each other and her.

When she was done with the joint, she snuffed it out on the hardwood floor at the edge of the carpet. Such a Slytherin thing to do, and something about the gesture was undeniably hot. I wanted to press her head down to the floor beside that mark in the wood and tell her how naughty that was while burying myself inside of her. I placed my hand at the bottom of her chin to turn her mouth towards mine, to make that thought a reality.

"I'll go."

Hermione's words sent my thoughts into a 180, every cell in my body flipping and shifting. My hand fell from her chin. Was she saying what I think she was saying? I looked at Draco who appeared to be dumbfounded and I couldn't blame him. He had made the stupidest move in the history of moves, but we'd somehow come out with the desired outcome.

"I'm getting worse," she finally said after neither of us responded out of shock. Her voice was wispy, and she rested her head on my shoulder as she spoke. "I'm not even sure how long the gillyweed is going to last. I've been trying to take magical suppressant and my body has been rejecting it. At this point I need access to a private library and I can't wait for McGonagall."

Silence, stretching silence. I didn't want to speak, afraid I would break whatever spell had been cast to have her speak so openly, though I was sure it was entirely the gillweed loosening her lips. Draco looked to be thinking the same about not stopping her or maybe he was just struck stupid by the gillyweed. It wasn't often that he had a second joint. I was the least high of the trio, which was unheard of.

"I'm not going in that room though," she added. I could feel her exhale, feel her worry brushing against my own as I imagined the fallout from something like that. She nearly lost it from the mere mention of going to the manor. What trauma would that cause? What havoc would it create? No, she wasn't allowed anywhere near that room. "Hell, I probably will stay in the guest house and I might leave. We should get there before I'm sober, or I change my mind. Oh, and I want more gillyweed. I loooovvveee gillyweed."

Another fit of giggles. Draco picked up her hand and kissed at her knuckles, a smile on his lips.

"I'll buy you a steam trunk full," Draco said, his expression one of contented bliss. "Anything. Everything you could ever-"

Great. Now he was off on one of his devotional spiels and my mind was reeling, trying to get out of my high enough to figure out a plan for how we could get to the manor and fast. His words fell to the background of my thoughts, nagging to try and push there way forward.

Both of them were too high to apparate themselves and there was no way we could activate a broom without magic. I needed to be sober. I'd never needed to be sober more in my entire life. There was a thought on the tip of my brain, pushing through the nonsense words that Draco was muttering- something about vanilla. The light from the fireplace danced off his face and that nagging thought burst forward. Floo powder.

I shifted Hermione onto Draco and stood with a wobble, reaching for my clothes. When I pulled on my pants Hermione frowned.

"Where are you going?" she asked. Draco's hands were starting to shift on her body subconsciously, gliding his hands on her sides and stomach now that she was sitting against him. It was nearly impossible to look away. So much skin, all of it right there for the taking, but if we didn't get Hermione to the manor now than we would lose our opportunity to stay with her for the holidays. Who knew what she would do and her being alone was dangerous. The disease could get worse.

"Get dressed, we have to take the tunnel into Hogsmeade."

They both looked at me like I was insane, more so when I handed them their clothes and wands.

"I'm going to fuck you both within an inch of your lives, but first we need to get to the manor while Hermione is still high." She gave me an eye roll that spoke volumes, tilting her head back on Draco's shoulder, her hand reaching up to rub and squeeze at the back and side of his neck. High Hermione was pure chaos and the two of them entwined made my mouth water. Maybe we could wait…maybe it would be okay. That was my dick talking and the gillyweed. I shook my head to clear my thoughts and focus again on my half formed plan. "We can't have you backing out. You said it yourself, Love. Unfortunately, we can't apparate like this and we need to use the floo powder at The Three Broomsticks. We need to go home."

Draco's expression changed in an instant, his eyes widening at the word 'home'. I wasn't sure if it was the promise of getting fucked or the fleeting thought of having Hermione at his home to fuck that finally made its way through his brain. Maybe it was also that I called the manor home…I'd never done that. That's what it was though. It was my home Regardless of his reasons, he stood and began to dress himself. Hermione still didn't move, sitting on the floor now eye level with both of our crotches, pouting. She really was making it hard. My resolve and my dick. Thankfully, her stomach rumbled and she groaned, grabbing at her abdomen with a frown. Perfect timing.

"Hungry? We can get you some snacks."

Her entire demeanor shifted. Sexy seductress to giddy.

"Ooo, snacks! Can I get some butterbeer…and fish and chips? Oh, and a pumpkin pastie!"

The promise of food had her on her feet. It was a lie. We couldn't risk being discovered, but I'd feed her at home. Home…we were going home.