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: 597
Notes:
30 Day OT3 Competition/Challenge: Day 21 - Sunday Morning
Pokemon Trading Card Collection Challenge: Aegislash - Gold - Write a Royalty!AU.
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry: Muggle Studies – Task - Write about having no control over any decisions. Prompt – Exclusion
Hermione sighed as she lounged in bed. It was a Sunday morning, and she was alone. Was she lounging in bed, enjoying the nice day with her lovers? No. Why you may ask.
It was because King Harrison and King Draco had to attend to royal matters with the court.
She pouted, her bottom lip protruding slightly. It wasn't fair. They both knew she was highly intelligent despite her station, and she understood politics and the inner-workings of the kingdom, but because she was considered a peasant, she wasn't consulted in anything related to the kingdom.
She knew Draco and Harry both loved her. If they didn't, they wouldn't be wasting their time on her, and she understood that they were tied by the royal commandments. She hated being thought of as nothing more than a concubine because her parents were common dentists, though, when she knew she was worth so much more.
She hated the exclusion she felt, like she wasn't part of the relationship because she wasn't their equal. She didn't have unlimited access to the palace, and she couldn't tell them her thoughts on royal matters. Well, she could but they didn't have to listen to her.
Hermione forced herself out of bed and got dressed. She went down to the kitchens, and there was a plate of food waiting for her. She sat down to eat, but before she even took a bite, Harry and Draco walked in.
She forced a smile on her lips and lifted her chin, allowing them both to press small kisses to her cheeks. "How was your morning?" she asked.
"Okay. We just had to deal with someone's punishment for stealing food in the market," Draco answered as he brushed Hermione's hair out of her eyes.
She looked into steel grey eyes. "Please tell me you're not having him beheaded."
"Hermione, it really isn't any of your business," Harry lightly scolded.
Hermione looked from one king to the other. "Did you even ask him why he was stealing the food? He might have a good reason."
Draco rolled his eyes. "Stealing is stealing. It doesn't matter the reason; he's still a thief."
"What if he has a family? What will they do?"
"He should have thought of them before he stole the food."
Hermione quickly stood up and backed away from the table. "What if he was stealing the food for his family? Not everyone is lucky enough to be royalty. And if you kill someone for trying to take care of his family—"
Draco stood up and interrupted her with a stern, "Enough! How Harry and I run the kingdom is up to us. You have no say whatsoever, and I thought you understood your place."
Hermione laughed bitterly. "My place? Trust me when I say I understand my place when it comes to the workings of my kingdom, but I would have thought my input would have at least be valued by two men I share a bed with. Two men that claim to respect me despite how the world sees our relationship, but obviously—"
"Hermione, we love you. You know we love you," Harry interrupted.
She took a steadying breath. "But you don't respect me or my mind, and I'm starting to wonder if I can continue living like this."
There was a moment of silence as Draco and Harry shared a look.
Finally, Draco asked, "What are you saying?"
"I'm saying I have some thinking to do." And she left the room, leaving the two most important men in her life behind.
