1977…
Hermione sobbed silently as she wrote out the note to Severus and Lucius. I had to be the single most difficult thing she had ever done, especially after she was attacked and her boys became so possessive and protective of her. She felt like her heart was being torn out with each word written, a painful stab of loss as the words took shape into a letter that would signal their time together was over.
She seriously thought about telling Dumbledore to bugger off and let her stay, but her common sense overwhelmed her needs and wants, after all, who was she to play god and change the way things were supposed to turn out.
Her staying would have allowed the three of them to be together, but what of Draco? Yes, he was a spoiled brat, but could she live with herself knowing that her selfishness could cause him to never be born? It was a question she knew the answer to and she simply couldn't do it.
With her signature firmly in place, she folded the parchment and placed it in an envelope for them. They would be there any minute to walk her down to breakfast and she didn't want them to see the letter before it was time.
She finished dressing for the day, gave Tibbs, his final orders, and went to the door to wait for them. She had requested that the three of them be excused from classes for the day and with Dumbledore knowing the situation, he readily agreed so that they could have some time together before she left for her own time.
She waited patiently for the familiar blond head, accompanied by a raven-haired boy to come into view and when they did, she realized today was going to be a lot harder for her then even she imagined.
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"Where are we going?" Lucius asked. I was unusual for Hermione to want to skip class but they just assumed their Slytherin traits had rubbed off on her.
"I have plans for us today and I will not tell you until we get there." She replied with a smirk.
Severus and Lucius exchanged glances and shrugged. They would follow their witch anywhere she wanted them to.
They walked for ten solid minutes before finally approaching a door that neither of the boys had ever seen before. They once again looked to each other but followed her as she took the wards down and went inside.
The room looked relatively plain at first glance, but as the torches sprung to life, the room's beauty was revealed to them.
The walls, although made of stone, had intricate carvings of vines and flowers along with real vines growing up the corners and around the top. The floors were a deep black marble that looked as if you would fall into them if you stepped the wrong way and in the center of the room, a large king sized bed that was set upon a stone alter, complete with stone steps and candles.
"What is this place?" Severus asked as he looked around.
Hermione smiled, "This room was used by professors over the years who wanted time alone together without their colleagues knowing. Once inside, all traces of your magical signature are blocked and you essentially don't exist to the outside world."
"How in the name of Merlin did you find out about this place?" Lucius asked in awe.
"I read a lot." She said with a smile. "I actually stumbled across its location quite by accident as I was researching something for my own time."
The boys nodded and continued to walk around, tracing their fingers along the engraved patterns and inspecting everything. Hermione didn't interrupt as it gave her a few minutes to herself to just watch them as their true selves, before Voldemort jaded them.
She could feel the tears welling, Merlin she would miss them. She wanted to grab them, hold them and never let them go but she knew she couldn't, she knew she had to make the most of her time left with them and move on.
The tears finally spilled in soft streams down her face. She needed them, she wanted to feel them one last time, she wanted to make love to them and show them how much she truly loved them.
"I love you both." She whispered to herself, but they heard her and noticed the tears.
At that moment, deep inside, both boys knew something was about to change. They had an idea, but refused to voice it out loud – it would make it to real.
Both approached her. The emotions that were running through her eyes spoke volumes – they just hoped they were wrong.
"Make love to me." She whispered as the tears fell.
It was a simple request, one single sentence that shook them to their core.
Lucius was the first to make a move and held his hand to her. Her small hand slipped into his and he led her to the bed, Severus following silently behind.
Words were not needed. It is often said that actions speak louder then words and this was a case of that beyond a shadow of a doubt. Their lips met in a soft kiss. Deep, feeling, and full of passion, not rushed and needy like before.
Clothes were shed slowly, button by button with small kisses down the others body.
Severus watched as Lucius lowered her down to the bed, showing gentleness he had never seen the blond possess before. He watched as Lucius pushed into her, kissing the tears from her face as he slowly pumped in and out of her body.
It was slow, sensual, and intense as each made every move count. Bodies slid together effortlessly, soft sighs and grunts filled the room, and kisses were endless. They looked as if they were memorizing each other, inside and out and Severus had to look away. It was a private moment between two people who cared for each other deeply and through all their togetherness, he knew that they needed this time together, with only each other.
Severus took the time to think about what all this meant. He had that gut feeling that made you feel like your stomach was going to explode, like something bad was going to happen, change, and there wasn't a damned thing anyone could do to stop it.
He didn't want things to change, he didn't want anything different, and he wanted his two lovers with him always. He had never felt the urge to cry before, but now, he found himself tearing up and was powerless to stop it.
The sounds of Hermione reaching her peak interrupted his thoughts and he turned his head. He wanted to see her come undone. He wanted to see her in a moment that he knew she was truly blissful and happy, he only hoped he could look at that same face up close.
It only took a few moments before Lucius was climbing out of the bed. He looked like a different person, like a person that had rediscovered himself in a short amount of time and Severus completely understood.
He glanced up towards Hermione who was sitting up in the bed looking right at him. She crooked her finger at him and he found himself walking towards her, half wanting to be no place other then with her and the other half wanting to run from the inevitable.
The look on Lucius' face was a look of acceptance, Severus wasn't ready to accept anything yet, he didn't want this to end, he didn't want them to be apart, and yet, he found himself walking towards her, stripping his clothes off on the way there.
He crawled into the bed and over her. His body was pressed against hers, skin to skin, pressing together without leaving enough room for even a breeze to pass through.
"You're leaving, aren't you?" He asked quietly.
Hermione tried to smile, but the tears fell. She wouldn't tell him, she would lie to him because it wouldn't take much at this point to convince her to stay and she couldn't.
"Not yet." She replied before pressing her mouth to his.
He knew she wasn't being truthful. He could feel it in his bones but decided to just let her say what she needed to say. He was sure she had her reasons.
He slipped inside of her, loving the way she felt beneath him. He loved the way her legs felt as they locked around his bum to push him in deeper. He loved the way she smelled, the way her hands caressed him with a gentle touch – he loved this witch.
The lovemaking was slow and meaningful, much like it was with Lucius and when both reached their orgasm, tears spilled from three sets of eyes.
The three spent the remainder of the day making love until their bodies could not go another round. They curled together and went to sleep, two hoping they were wrong, one knowing that she was doing the right thing.
The next morning, neither Slytherin was surprised when they woke to one of their trio missing. It was a sad realization but neither had time to contemplate it to much as a teary-eyed house elf appeared in the room and with a snap of his fingers, they remembered nothing.
1997…..
Two professors, one Potions, one D.A.D.A, sat in the astronomy tower, watching for Hermione to arrive. They knew she would come soon, they knew because they both remembered the day they made love with the witch.
But they wouldn't approach. They would give her and themselves time to process everything and decide the next move.
A/N: sorry if its not up to par but I did the best I could with everything that is going on right now.