Rating: T
Pairing(s)/Character(s): Harry/Draco/Hermione
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em - not making any money off 'em. Dern it.
Word Count: 326
Notes:
30 Day OT3 Competition/Challenge: Day 15 - Dinner
Pokemon Trading Card Collection Challenge: Beartic - Silver- Write your story set from the POV of a childhood toy such as a teddy bear or doll.
Hello. I'm Mr. Willie. I was Hermione's favorite stuffed animal when she was a young girl. She actually named me after William Shakespeare. When she was little, she would take me everywhere. She would even take to me to the table at night and put me on her lap as she had dinner with her parents.
I was pushed to the back of her closet as she got older, but one day, when she came for a visit to her childhood home, she discovered me. She probably felt some nostalgia because she took me with her and placed me on her new bed.
I thought it was just going to be the two of us—like it was in the old days. I was sure wrong. It wasn't just the two of us because there were two others living in the house with my Hermione. Two men that she called Harry and Draco.
I still wasn't sure if I liked them. Harry wasn't that bad; he was really friendly and funny. Draco, though, took some getting used to, and I didn't like the way he teased Hermione about bringing me home.
And it got even weirder at nighttime because all three of them slept in the same bed and they did stuff. Stuff that I didn't get to see because more often than not, I was pushed to the ground.
I still heard stuff, though. Moans and grunts, and phrases such as "Yes, please" and "I want more." And all three of them were noisy in that way.
I just didn't get it.
One day, Hermione picked me up from the floor and looked at me. She patted me with a gentle hand, a smile on her face. "I've never been this happy," she murmured blissfully.
And that's when I made my decision. I might not get the dynamic between my Hermione and the two guys, but she was happy. And that was all that mattered.
