A/N- Here we are with another chapter. I am so humbled by the support and feedback that y'all have shown me. To everyone out there that has followed, favorited, read, and reviewed the last chapter, you're my freaking hero. This chapter is probably going to be pretty long, just forewarning you all. We shall see…enough chatter though, on with the next chapter!
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Chapter 29
January 19, 1996
Hermione stretched languidly as she woke, her muscles appreciating the movement. Harry and Draco both stirred next to her, small grumbles escaping both their mouths. Hermione grinned to herself. Neither one of her boys were morning people.
Her mind went to their plans for the day. Hermione was a little nervous, but there was no way that she could afford to let it show. She would have to be strong for the sake of appearance. While she hated putting on a front, there really wasn't much that she could do about it.
Draco had received a missive from Gringotts several days ago, informing him that since he was Bellatrix Lestranges' only listed heir, he would need to come to the bank and sort out exactly what he wanted to do with the contents of her personal vault. Since he wasn't of age yet, he had to have a parent available to help him make his decisions.
Hermione could only imagine that Rodolphus Lestrange had been less than pleased with the fact that not only had his wife kept her own personal vault that he had no access to, but she had left it to her nephew instead of him. Hermione might have commiserated with him but for the fact that the slimy bastard had tried to attack her father when Draco had been being tortured. She still grinned just a tiny bit when she thought about both Lestrange brothers being tortured at her grandfather's wand for their traitorous actions.
Hermione was quite certain that she was going to go to hell for these horrid thoughts that she had, but both her boys and her father had told her that she wasn't. Harry had confessed to being thrilled that Bellatrix was dead for what she had done to Draco, and words couldn't express how happy he was that Dolohov had suffered quite a long time at Severus' wand. Her father had admitted to having no guilt for the atrocious things that he had done to Dolohov. He then informed her that if she was going to go to hell, then he would most certainly be heading that way with her. Hermione had finally capitulated and tried to push the bad thoughts to the back of her mind.
Since she was still under orders to spend as much time with her mates as possible, Hermione and Harry would be traveling to Diagon Alley with Draco. Hermione was feeling better than she had since she had been cursed, but she still had to take a nap during the afternoon. She hated feeling like she was weak, but she truly had no control over it. Everyone assured her that it was normal, but she still didn't like feeling like a toddler when Harry and Draco ordered her to the Room of Requirement after their afternoon class to take an hour nap. She wondered how that would work today since she had a feeling they would be gone for the entirety of the day.
Originally Narcissa was going to be the one to escort the trio to Gringotts since Bellatrix had been her sister. However, once the Dark Lord had heard that his granddaughter and her two mates would be going to Diagon Alley, he had insisted that Lucius be the one to escort them, so they would be safer. Hermione wasn't sure if she was irritated or flattered by her grandfather's care for their safety, but it didn't change the fact that she was just a little less than thrilled that she would have to try to keep the peace between herself and Lucius.
Draco had assured her more than once that his father wouldn't dream of being disrespectful or hurt either herself or Harry in any way. Hermione had felt like a complete bitch when she pointed out that Lucius had had no problems hurting Draco and he was his son. While she had felt terrible after she said it, it was still the truth. Hermione had apologized anyways, as sincerely as she could since Lucius was still Draco's father. She didn't want his family to be one of the reasons that they fought.
Hermione crawled to the bottom of the bed, naked as the day she was born. The night before had been intense, neither boy satisfied with the two orgasms she usually received from their sessions. They had been relentless, both taking turns between her legs, their mouths and fingers working their magic on her. The Gryffindor had lost count after four orgasms. At the end, Hermione had finally broken down and cried, begging them to stop because she literally couldn't take anymore. While they hadn't made her come again, both licked at her slowly, taking their time in bringing her down from her two hour long high.
Hermione headed to the shower that the Room provided for them. She turned on the tap, giving it a minute to warm up before she crawled in. The Gryffindor washed off quickly, not wanting to take so long that neither of the boys could take a shower before they were due to meet Lucius. Draco's father would be meeting them in Severus' quarters, Lucius refused to meet them in Dumbledore's office, so they had quite a trek to get down there.
Hermione crawled out of the shower as soon as she was finished, toweling off quickly so she could call one of the elves for breakfast. Once she was back out in the room, both of her boys were awake and conversing softly between them. Hermione was still surprised some days at just how close the two had become in the short time since term had begun. Hermione watched as they realized that she was there, in only a towel to hide her modesty. Not that she really had any left. Both boys stared openly, Draco coming out of it first when he saw her head towards the wardrobe that housed her clothing.
"We already called Dobby. He'll be back momentarily with breakfast." Hermione shot him a grateful glance. One more thing she didn't have to worry about. Harry stood and started for the bathroom to take a shower Hermione assumed. Draco stood and began searching through his clothes, so he could lay out something to wear.
Hermione didn't know exactly what she wanted to wear. She wanted to desperately impress both of her boys, it was like their first date despite Lucius' presence. She wasn't sure if she should keep her cover as a muggleborn and dress that way, or if she should say hang it all since she knew that Lucius would be there and go with witch's robes. Hermione started just a tiny bit when Draco wrapped his arms around her from behind, his hand slipping inside her towel, so he could lightly stroke her right nipple. Hermione bit back a soft groan before Draco spoke in her ear.
"What's the problem?" Hermione made her head clear even though Draco's hand was still sending little jolts of lightning through her body.
"I'm not sure if I should keep my disguise as a muggleborn up and go with muggle clothes, or if I should go with witch's robes that would show your father, and by extension my grandfather, that I have embraced his way of life. He would keel over if he saw me in jeans." Draco pulled away from her after tweaking her nipple roughly. There was no holding in the gasp that his actions caused.
"I think that you should go with muggle clothing. When my father gives you that signature look of distaste that he is so very good at, tell him that you thought it best to keep your cover as Hermione Granger, muggleborn extraordinaire. Even he won't be able to hold that against you, especially if he thinks the Dark Lord would agree with you." Hermione gave him a nod as she bent to get back in the wardrobe now that a plan of action had been decided on.
"Thanks, Drake."
The door to the bathroom opened and Harry came through, wrapped in his own towel. His hair was still dripping a little bit down his back and chest, but he was dry for the most part. He shot Hermione a wolfish grin before he waved Draco in the direction of the shower. Harry went to his own wardrobe while Hermione continued to rummage.
The Gryffindor finally decided on a pair of dark wash blue jeans that fit her like a glove. There were tiny rhinestones on her back pockets and at the bottom of her pant legs, making them pop. There was absolutely no way that she would be mistaken for anything other than a muggleborn. She paired them with a bright blue tank top and a blue plaid long-sleeved button up shirt over the top. She left that button up shirt unbuttoned, letting the brilliant color of her tank show through. She finished the ensemble with a pair of black Converse, a pair of shoes that her muggle father had insisted everyone needed a pair of. He had been right; they were probably the most comfortable pair of shoes that Hermione had ever owned.
With a wave of her wand, her hair dried itself and hung heavy down her back in ringlet curls. She pulled the top half of her hair back, letting the world see her face, while the rest stayed down. Hermione could admit that she looked pretty good. She had never considered herself to be pretty before, but since her glamour had been removed, Hermione at least felt like she could compete with the real beauties of the school like Ginny, Cho Chang, and Lavender. She knew that it wasn't a contest, that it shouldn't be, but the fact that she felt just a little bit pretty was a new concept for Hermione.
Dobby popped in at that moment, plates wobbling dangerously in his hands. Hermione rushed forward to help him, the elf giving her a grateful smile. Harry came over after pulling on a set of black trousers and a bottle green shirt to go with it. He had cast robes over the top of them, however, leaving Hermione to be the only one decked out as a full muggle. For some inexplicable reason, this made her nervous.
The pair had just sat down to eat when Draco emerged from his shower completely dressed with his hair styled to boot. Hermione could only laugh to herself. Draco was definitely the one with fashion sense in their relationship. In his defense, however, Draco knew what was expected of him by his father and his reputation so there really wasn't much of a choice for him.
Draco joined them, and the trio ate quickly. Hermione didn't eat much, just a piece of toast and a bowl of fruit. Both boys put away a full English breakfast, unsurprisingly. To their credit, they were able to eat everything and finish at nearly the same time that Hermione did. She warned them that their stomachs were going to hurt, but both waved off her dire predictions.
The three of them retrieved their cloaks and left the Room of Requirement, heading from the seventh floor clear to the dungeons. There were no mishaps along the way, but it still took them ten minutes to find themselves in front of her father's door. Hermione did the honors and knocked softly. The door swung open soundlessly and the trio found themselves face to face with Severus and Lucius.
Severus was dressed as he always was in his teaching robes and frock coat. Lucius dressed much the same as Draco did, only far more upscale. His long hair looked immaculate, down to just past his shoulders and for once in her life, Hermione realized that he didn't have a sneer on his face. Her father gave her the once over and nodded.
"Very good, Hermione. Nobody will suspect your true parentage dressed like that. Until you can become a public figure, this is how you will need to dress." Hermione threw her father a grateful look and to her great surprise, Lucius nodded as well.
"Very good strategy, Miss Riddle." Hermione hated herself for it, but she blushed just a tiny bit.
"It was Draco's idea, I probably would have gone for the witch's robes and said hang it all. My father would blame my Gryffindor nature." Both men chuckled softly. Hermione just wanted to hurry up and leave so they could up and get back. Lucius gestured for them all to head towards the door, but Severus stopped him with a hand to his arm.
"You're taking my daughter and Black's godson. Make sure you keep them safe. Neither I nor Black will be too forgiving if anything happens to them." Lucius looked startled for a moment but nodded.
"When did you become such good friends with Black?" Severus gave a nonchalant shrug.
"I wouldn't say that we're friends, but we both care for our charges. Not to mention, I think he and the wolf could be swayed to our side. They are much less enamored with the Order of the Phoenix since they discovered just what Dumbledore is capable of." Lucius smirked at his old friend.
"I'll keep all three children safe, Severus." Her father gave him a serious nod before he sent a small smile Hermione's way. Not even a second later, it was gone.
The trio made their way out of the dungeons, heads turning when they say the odd foursome making their way to the Entrance Hall. Hermione stayed between both her mates while Lucius led the way as if he hadn't been away from Hogwarts for almost twenty years. It was just outside of the Great Hall that Ronald walked out with Lavender beside him and saw them getting ready to leave. His eyes bugged out of his head and a bright red flush took over his ears, face, and neck. He stormed up to the trio and spat out his words like they were venom.
"I can't believe that either one of you would even consider going anywhere with this low-life scum Death Eater. You told us yourself, Harry, Malfoy senior was in the graveyard when You-Know-Who returned." Hermione could see that Harry was truly lost for words, that he had no idea how to respond. Draco didn't seem to be doing much better. She knew that if Lucius spoke the situation would only get worse. Therefore, Hermione stepped forward and looked up to meet Ronald's eyes. With a wave of her hand, she cast a silencing spell around them since she knew that Ronald couldn't keep his mouth shut at the best of times, let alone when he was mad.
"You know nothing about Lucius. It wouldn't do for you to run off at the mouth against Dumbledore's wishes." She really didn't want to clue Lucius into the fact that she had told the redhead about her true parentage, but there wasn't much else she could say to dissuade him. It didn't work.
"You're behind him now because he's best friends with precious grandpa. Don't lie to me, Hermione, you were never good at it. Watch what you say to people lest you end up in over your head." It was at this point that Lucius stepped forward and his wand appeared out of his sleeve just enough for him to point it underneath Ron's chin. Nobody else could see exactly what was going on and for that, Hermione was grateful. Lucius' voice was low, and she could hear the threat in his words.
"I don't give two flying fucks what Hermione has told you, but I'm warning you right now that the only reason you aren't dead on the floor before your girlfriend is because there are too many witnesses. I come to you with a warning and a promise. The warning is that you should watch your back. Since your attack on the Dark Lord's heir, he put a reward on your head. All the Slytherins are just waiting for a chance to kill you. The promise is that if you touch Hermione in any way unless she asks, I will kill you personally and let me tell you that it won't be quick." Hermione couldn't believe that they were having this conversation in the Entrance Hall. She would only admit to herself though that she appreciated Lucius' words. She hated dealing with Ron and he had taken the burden from her. Ron, however, snorted.
"Of course, you'd say that. You want to remain loyal to your Lord. If Hermione wasn't who she was, you'd be the first to cast an AK at her." It was at this point that Lucius leaned even further down so he could whisper in Ron's ear.
"Think what you want. That being said, I look forward to the day that you fuck up and try to hurt her again. If she doesn't kill you, Severus and I will." Lucius didn't give Ronald a chance to speak, just turned to motion for the three of his young charges to follow him.
The elder Malfoy led the three of them from the castle and across the grounds to the front gate. Nobody spoke, but Hermione knew that someone needed to. She didn't think that Draco would, he was used to being punished when he spoke out of turn. She didn't know if Harry would be eloquent enough with his words, therefore offending the older man. That left Hermione. Even as Lucius reached for her's and Draco's hands to apparate, she met his gaze.
"I want to thank you, Mr. Malfoy. Usually run-ins with Ronald are much messier. I appreciate your words. I'll make sure to pass on to my grandfather your good deed." Hermione was caught completely off guard when Lucius gave her a small smirk.
"Let us not mince words, Miss Riddle. I know you don't support your grandfather, you're not the type of person to change your morals just because of your paternity. If you were, you wouldn't have cared about that girl I was raping. You're searching for a way to destroy him and I want you to know that you have my support." Hermione's stomach turned just a little at the memory of Lucius raping that young muggle girl. She didn't let it show, however.
"Why do you rape young girls when your wife is so beautiful? You could have her whenever you want, surely you possess the charm needed to get her in your bed." Lucius rubbed a hand down his face and sighed. She had a feeling that she wasn't going to like the answer that he gave.
"When we were just married, Cissy and I made a pact. We didn't love each other. We would only be with each other until an heir was conceived. Then we would follow our own pursuits, remaining friends so we could co-parent Draco. I met and fell in love with a muggleborn girl. She discovered what I was and left me. The Dark Lord found her, and I was forced to rape her sister in front of her while Dolohov raped and then killed her. It tore me apart. I haven't been able to have consensual sex since." While both boys looked astounded, like they couldn't believe their ears, Hermione was tearing up. There was no way that Lucius Malfoy would admit to loving a muggleborn if it wasn't true. Hermione couldn't help herself and though she was sure that Lucius would be uncomfortable, she didn't care. She stepped forward and wrapped her arms around his waist, hugging him close. Both of her boys looked on in incredulous bewilderment, unsure of exactly what to do with the circumstances. Lucius, however, wrapped his arms around her shoulders reluctantly, almost as though he feared what would happen if he touched her. When he wrapped around Hermione, she looked up at him and smiled.
"Do you have a problem with muggleborns still, Mr. Malfoy?" Lucius was slow to answer.
"I'm not sure. I never imagined having children with Mara, but after she was gone, that was all that I could think about. If I had been given a second chance, I fear I would have ran from Narcissa right into her arms." Hermione was thrown by the simple honest statement from the man. It was entirely unexpected.
"I must demand an Unbreakable Vow, Mr. Malfoy." He released her shoulders to make sure that she saw him nod. He held his hand in front of her and it was Draco once again that stepped forward to be their bonder.
Lucius promised to keep her true allegiances a secret, to help in any way that he could, and to do all that he could to make sure that they succeeded in their endeavor. When it was all done and over with, Hermione turned a curious eye his way.
"Why would you side with me over my grandfather?" Lucius met her gaze.
"There are prophecies about you and your children. I won't say that I love that you're not a pureblood, but I will say that both you and your children have been foreseen to be great. I won't do anything to keep that kind of power from being in my family. The fact that this union connects us with Mr. Potter as well doesn't hurt." Harry snorted at the man's words but otherwise remained silent. Hermione gave the man a satisfied nod and held out her hand to him.
"Shall we proceed, Mr. Malfoy, daylight is wasting, and we have a few places to go before the bank." He snorted on his own, an indelicate sound that was out of place on such a sophisticated man but took her hand anyways. Draco took his father's other hand while Harry grasped his elbow from behind. It was with a twist that was becoming all too familiar that the foursome disappeared.
-O-
Draco couldn't believe what he had just witnessed. His father had hugged Hermione and bared a piece of his soul to her. All of this before consenting to an Unbreakable Vow regarding their true loyalties. It boggled his mind and there was nothing else that he could say to describe it.
His father's story left him confused. His mother had been pregnant with him at the time of his father falling in love with a muggleborn witch. It was obvious that his father had taken other lovers. Had his mother? Was his whole life a lie? He hated the fact that he questioned it all, but truly, what other choice did he have?
Draco tried to shove it all to the back of his mind as they landed in Diagon Alley. They were just outside of the Leaky Cauldron, the only apparition point on the Alley. Draco was quite certain that it was put there on purpose to keep track of just who arrived with whom, but he had no definitive proof. His father's voice broke through his silent musings.
"Where were the three of you wanting to go before the bank?" Hermione was suddenly shy, not wanting to inconvenience Mr. Malfoy by stopping at the bookstore for hours on end. Draco, however, had no such problems.
"Harry and I would like to stop at the quidditch shop and I'm sure that Hermione has at least a dozen books that she wants to look for at Flourish and Blotts. I'm sure that ice cream at Fortescue's wouldn't go amiss either." Hermione chuckled softly to herself. Draco was definitely the spoiled brat that he appeared to be. Lucius nodded briefly before he spoke.
"Alright, we'll split up. Mr. Potter and Draco will go to the quidditch shop just across the way. You may spend a couple hours there. I will go with Miss Riddle to Flourish and Blotts and spend the same amount of time. We will meet up at Florean's after the two-hour mark and head to Gringotts." Draco, while surprised at his father's words, nodded. There was no way that he wasn't going to agree to himself and Harry being left alone unsupervised in the quidditch shop with unlimited funds. He knew that while Harry lived off his trust fund, there was a massive fortune behind the trust. Therefore, neither could complain that they had limited funds in the quidditch shop. Just as he realized that he and Harry would be free, he realized that Hermione would be stuck with his father. He almost felt sorry for her before Draco noticed that his father didn't really seem all that interested in the quidditch shop. Draco stepped forward and broke the silence.
"Harry and I will go to Quidditch Through the Ages while Hermione goes to Flourish and Blotts with my father. We each have two hours before we meet at Fortescue's Ice Cream." Everyone nodded, including his father. Strange as it was, he trusted what his father said in what he would do regarding Hermione. Hermione seemed to feel the same so Draco didn't feel as bad about just nodding as he probably would have if things had been different.
With a reluctant wave, Draco bid his girlfriend goodbye, hoping that his father would keep his word and keep her safe. Draco and Harry made their way to the quidditch store quickly, knowing that there was a time limit in effect to their browsing and shopping. Draco hoped that Hermione wasn't offended, hoping that she would enjoy their time together.
Draco and Harry entered the quidditch shop, both doing their best to keep the attention away from themselves. While they knew that they couldn't hide their identities, to bring unwanted attention to themselves would only make this endeavor more difficult. Both spent an exorbitant amount of money on things that they felt they needed for their season in quidditch and things that both just wanted. It was probably the most fun that Draco had had with a male friend in his life.
Sure, Theo and Blaise always did things with him, Theo more so since his father felt that Theo was better company being from the Sacred 28. They got into their fair amount of trouble, but the underlying expectations that both men had for their boys was ever-present. It could really be a mood killer. Hanging out with Harry was a completely different experience since he didn't feel like he had to impress anyone, he could just do as he pleased and enjoy life as it came to him.
At the two-hour mark, Harry and Draco reluctantly left the quidditch shop. They were eager to get their purchases back to Hogwarts, so they could try them out. Since they weren't allowed to use magic, the two boys had to manhandle their bags in a most undignified manner, making Draco vow to ask his father to shrink their belongings. Harry heaved one of his bags up further towards his elbow as he spoke.
"How do you think 'Mi did with your dad?" Draco shrugged.
"I'm guessing that she did what she usually does and tunes the world out, so she can get the perfect book." It was at this point that he realized something.
"Harry, we didn't give her any money. I hope my father pays for whatever she wants." Harry cast him a side-long glance as Fortescue's Ice Cream came into sight.
"Hermione is a millionaire on her own. Her muggle parents left her everything they had and they both had very lucrative life insurance policies. I believe that she sold the practice that her parents owned and made even more. I do know that she kept the house they lived in together, she didn't know what she wanted to do with it at the time. Her parents also bypassed having an adult take care of her finances until she was of age. They had everything she got from them transferred to Gringotts when they died. Not to mention, I have a feeling the Professor Snape is well-off too." Draco couldn't believe that he didn't know any of this. Why hadn't he thought to ask? He slid into a chair inside Fortescue's, his bags landing in a heap on the ground next to him.
"Severus is rich. His mother was a Prince, that probably doesn't mean much to you, but they were very influential. His mother brought disgrace to the family when she became pregnant with a muggle's baby outside of wedlock. Severus' grandfather found the muggle and used the Imperious on him, made him marry his daughter. The man was a drunk and treated both Eileen and Severus badly. Since Severus' mother had brought shame to her family, she was skipped in inheriting when her parents finally died. Everything went to Severus. He isn't as rich as the Malfoys, Blacks, Notts, or even the Potters, but he's better off than the Crabbes, Goyles, Parkinsons, and Greengrass'." Draco could tell that Harry hadn't been expecting that.
Their conversation came to an abrupt halt when Hermione and his father came into view, no bags visible at all in their hands. Draco was jealous. They both took their seats quickly next to Harry and Draco, Hermione smiling widely and Lucius smirking in her direction. Draco cocked his head to one side.
"What's so funny?" Hermione let out a giggle.
"On the way over here, we were discussing the fact that you would be irritated because you would have to manhandle all your bags by yourself. Judging by the sour look on your face when we walked up with no bags, it's obvious that we were right." She started giggling again and Draco couldn't believe it. She had teamed up with his father just to make fun of him. He didn't say anything, merely shook his head at the level of amusement that she was getting from this.
The foursome ate their ice cream quickly, though it was more of a lunch if Draco wanted to be honest. Draco, Harry, and his father ate all their cones, and Hermione almost finished hers. It was with dread in his chest that they set off to Gringotts to meet with the goblin in charge of his late aunt's vault.
They entered the bank to find it bustling with activity. Witches and wizards all bustled around, heading to and from the carts that would deliver them to their vaults, goblins were hurrying all over behind the desk that separated them from their customers. His father steered the three of them to the line that had the least amount of people in it. They weren't there long before one of the other goblins waved them over to try to get them waited on faster.
"Greetings, Mr. Malfoy. What can we help you with today?" Lucius sniffed imperiously at the goblin before he spoke.
"My son needs to see Grogg. It is regarding the inheritance left him by his late aunt, Bellatrix Lestrange." If it was possible for the goblin to cower, this one it. It was obvious that the goblin knew exactly who Bellatrix was and just what she was capable of. He croaked out a response before disappearing behind the desk, only to have a much older goblin appear.
"Mr. Malfoy, I assume that you are here to help your son with deciding what to do about his inheritance." Lucius nodded. Grogg motioned for them to meet him at the end of the desk so they could follow him.
"Let us visit the vault in question. Once there, I will enumerate what holdings are passing to your son." Draco watched his father nod once more before he allowed the goblin to lead them to a cart. He eyed the three teens suspiciously but remained silent on the matter.
Draco felt his stomach lurch when the cart took off. He never understood how he could do numerous rolls on his broom and be perfectly fine, but the carts in Gringotts made his stomach want to heave its contents onto the floor. The ride wasn't as long as it usually was when he went with his father to their family vaults, but it was safe to say that Bellatrix had been worth a fair amount. They stopped on the bottom floor and headed in the opposite direction of the Malfoy vaults. He could hear the dragon down by his father's vaults screeching in pain and he hoped that Hermione had no idea what the sound was.
Once the cart came to a stop, Draco looked up to see the number 9 on the door of the vault. Grogg waited patiently for everyone to empty from the cart before he turned to the door and ran his hand down the length of the locks protecting its contents. The door swung open and Draco stepped forward to see exactly what he had inherited.
It wasn't that he needed the money from his aunt, or even the fact that he wanted it. For Draco, it was what he was getting rather than his uncle Rodolphus, who had done his level best to harm his godfather, and if he had succeeded in that endeavor, he knew the man would have tried to hurt Hermione. Therefore, if he could screw his uncle over, he was all for it.
The four of them and Grogg stepped into the vault. It was packed full of gold with books, scrolls, and jewelry off together on one wall. There were swords, shields, cups, tiaras, and watches laying everywhere amongst the piles of gold. Draco began to wander around aimlessly as Grogg began.
"This vault contains 4,546,287 galleons, 687,413 sickles, and 473 knuts. There are four swords, three shields, seven cups, ten tiaras, and forty watches. There are eight jewelry boxes that are full of jewels as well as forty scrolls and 356 books. Feel free to look around so you can decide what you would like to do with the contents." Draco continued his wandering as he spoke.
"What are my options?" Grogg glanced at Lucius who gave him an imperceptible nod.
"You have your trust vault, so you may move these contents into your vault. You may move the contents into your family vault. You may also keep this vault and leave the contents inside. We would simply change the name on the vault and you could access it whenever your father or mother deemed it necessary." Draco was getting ready to speak when there was a loud crash in front of him.
Harry had stumbled against one of the shelves of tiaras, his hand clutching his forehead. Tiaras hit the ground and rolled, but the Gryffindor didn't seem to even notice. Draco hurried over to his friend, much the same as Hermione was. Both wrapped an arm around him and helped him stand. When Harry spoke, his voice was strangled.
"There's one in here. I can feel it. We have to find it." Hermione stiffened next to him. Draco knew that they were going to have to send the goblin out, so they could search. Once Harry was on his feet, Draco turned to the goblin and spoke in his haughtiest voice.
"Leave us, Grogg. We shan't be long. I need to speak with my father." The goblin gave him a stiff nod before he stepped out of the vault and closed the door, so they would have privacy. As soon as it was closed, Draco turned back to Harry and Hermione.
"Which direction is it, can you tell?" Harry pointed to the wall that was laden with all the treasures on shelves. The three teens started for the wall when Lucius spoke.
"Just what in the devil is going on here?" Hermione glanced to Draco, but he winced. He had heard that tone of voice from his father countless times throughout his childhood, and what followed if he didn't get his way usually wasn't good. In just that brief glance, Hermione seemed to understand completely. She turned to face Lucius.
"Remember your Vow to me. There is something in this vault that is keeping the Dark Lord anchored to this world. We must find it and destroy it." Lucius stared at her for several long moments before he glanced Harry's way.
"Potter can feel them?" Hermione gave a nod but said nothing else. None of them wanted to think about just why this was. After a few more moments, his father nodded.
"Let's get to searching."
-O-
Harry couldn't believe that they had stumbled onto a horcrux during a simple trip to Gringotts. Although when he thought about it, he could say that they should have seen it coming. Bellatrix had been one of Voldy's most loyal supporters. Lucius had been gifted one and it made perfect sense that she would have received one for safekeeping as well.
The four of them were currently searching the wall that was covered in shelves and shelves of trinkets. It had been ten minutes since Draco had kicked the goblin out of his vault, and Harry knew that they were running out time before he reopened the door to figure out what they had decided. He was doing his best to scan all the items as quickly as they could, but the evil bitch that had owned the vault before Draco had been a bit of a hoarder.
Harry was just about to call off the search and tell them that he must have been confused when his fingers trailed against a small golden cup that had a badger etched into the gold. The complete sense of wrongness soaked into his skin and in that moment, Harry knew. He grasped one of the handles and pulled it to him. It gave him the creeps, made his skin crawl, but there was nothing else he could do about it.
"I found it." The other three people inside the vault made their way to his side so they could peer at the cup. Lucius breathed in sharply, his features going impassive.
"I believe that is Hufflepuff's cup, the famous one that she is known for. It hasn't been seen in decades. To hear tell, it was stolen from an old woman who was a descendant." Harry really didn't care who it had belonged to, he simply wanted to get it back to Hogwarts, so they could destroy it. He turned to Draco and let him stuff it in his deep inner robe pocket. As if realizing that he wasn't going to get any more information about the cup, Lucius met his son's eyes.
"What do you want to do with the vault?" Draco shrugged.
"Just have them move it all to my trust vault. I don't want to worry about more than one vault until I'm taking over the family business." Lucius grinned his way, the first time that Draco could remember him grinning at him since he had been a small child. After a quick nod, his father knocked on the vault door and it promptly opened, showing that Grogg had waited outside for them the whole time.
The four of them filed back out of the vault, Draco hiding that he had a cup stashed away in his robe pocket. They climbed back into the cart that they had arrived in and started them on their way back to the bank. The twists and turns made Harry's stomach churn, making him regret the ice cream that he had eaten before coming to Gringotts. Once they were back inside the bank, Grogg turned to Draco.
"What did you and your father decide that you wanted to do with vault nine?" Draco glanced at his father for a moment before he spoke.
"Just move all the contents to my trust vault. The less keys I have to worry about, the better." Grogg gave him a respectful nod.
"Is there anything else that I can do for any of you today?" Harry shook his head. He had taken more than enough money out of his vault during the summer when they went shopping and Sirius had thrust even more his way when he had boarded the train after Christmas. Hermione made a similar motion while Draco waited for his father to answer. It was a given that Draco didn't need any more money. Lucius spoke.
"No, this concludes our business for today. The Malfoy family thanks you for your wonderful care of our vaults." Harry didn't know if that was the traditional response to a goblin, but Grogg seemed happy with it.
The four of them left Gringotts in a hurry, making their way to the Leaky Cauldron. Both Harry and Draco had to reach out and steady Hermione since her legs weren't near as long as the rest of theirs. She struggled keeping up. They made good time getting to the Cauldron through the crowds of people all along the Alley. This time, Harry didn't hesitate to reach out and grab Lucius' elbow, so he could apparate them back to Hogwarts.
Once they were outside the gates of Hogwarts, Harry, Hermione, and Draco all let go the elder Malfoy. Harry had had serious misgivings about going with the man rather than Narcissa, but it had turned out to be a pleasant outing. The gates swung open, allowing the four of them entrance back into Hogwarts. They had all just stepped past the gates when Lucius spoke.
"If I'm correct as to what it is that my son is hiding in his robes, I need to know more. How many are there? What can I do?" Harry turned to Hermione, as did Draco. She rolled her eyes at both of them before turning back to the elder Malfoy.
"We can't give you the details, but there are more out there. Just keep your eyes and ears open and see if you can get any information about them." Harry wanted to laugh at the fact that Lucius looked like he was about to pout but thought better of it. He gave a resolute nod.
"As you wish, Miss Riddle. Do you have the proper channels to go about destroying that and any others you may find?" Hermione nodded with a small smile.
"Absolutely. This isn't the first one we've found." Harry snorted when he saw the eyes on the older Malfoy bug out just a little. Remembering himself and the image he needed to uphold, Lucius slid his impassive mask back onto his face. Hermione tugged on Harry's arm as they reached the castle doors.
"I need you to send a patronus to my Dad. Tell him to meet us in Dumbledore's office." Harry gave her a nod and could feel the eyes of both Malfoys on him. He tried to pay them no mind as he gathered his happy thought, the current one being of himself, Hermione, and Draco from the night before. As he cast the charm, the brightest stag that he had ever seen burst from his wand and pranced around them lightly. Harry leaned over and spoke to Prongs.
"Go to Severus Snape and tell him that he is needed in the Headmaster's office immediately." The stag swung his head around before he cantered off into the castle. Just as Hermione was about to open the door to the castle, Lucius spoke.
"I think I will bid you farewell here. I doubt that your esteemed Headmaster would be thrilled at the fact that I have an idea of just what it is that you are all up to. Tell whatever lies you must to make him unsuspecting of you and myself." He paused for effect, meeting all their eyes, even Harry's.
"I won't tell you not to do what you're doing because it's going to boil down to the fact that someone has to do it. I am going to warn you to be careful, more careful than you've ever been in your lives, and watch out for each other. If I hear of anything regarding these items, I will owl Severus." Hermione gave him a soft smile and stepped forward to hug him briefly.
"Thank you, Lucius. I had fun with you today. Your help will prove to be invaluable." He patted her awkwardly on the shoulder before he turned to Draco and Harry.
"Watch after her, boys. I leave you now. Farewell, Draco." Harry gave the man a nod before he turned on his heel and started back towards the gates. The three of them stood there for several seconds before Hermione grabbed their hands and practically dragged them through the doors.
The trio made their way through the castle towards the second floor where Dumbledore's office resided. Harry really didn't want to have to deal with the scheming old man, but there really wasn't much that he could do about it. He had the Sword of Gryffindor and that was currently their only weapon to use against the horcruxes.
They finally made it to the griffin that guarded the Headmaster's office and Harry stepped forward to knock on the door. It swung open soundlessly to reveal that the Headmaster and Professor Snape were there. The former was sitting behind his desk drinking a cup of tea while the latter was pacing before the fire. The professor stepped forward and cupped Hermione's cheeks in his palms, making sure that she wasn't injured in any way. When he found nothing, he blew out a sigh of relief before snapping back to attention.
"What the bloody hell constitutes asking me to meet you here immediately if nobody is harmed?" Hermione laid a small hand on her father's chest before sliding her gaze over to Draco and nodding. The blond withdrew the cup from his inner pocket and set it on the Headmaster's desk.
Both men just started at the cup of Hufflepuff. The trio remained silent and waited for one of the men to break the silence. It seemed like forever, but, couldn't have been longer than thirty seconds, before Severus finally spoke.
"Where in the bloody hell did you find that?" Harry and Draco both looked to Hermione who once again rolled her eyes.
"Aren't you two capable of answering questions?" They shook their heads knowing that it would amuse her slightly. She huffed but turned her attention back to her father and the Headmaster.
"We were visiting Bellatrix's vault that she left for Draco. Harry could feel that it was close. We searched the vault and Harry found this." The Headmaster was quick to bring his head up to eye them all.
"Does Lucius know that you have this?" Harry shook his head this time.
"No, sir, He was speaking with the goblin when I discovered it. I handed it to Draco and he hid it before we left." The old man gazed into his eyes just long enough for Harry to realize that he was trying to peer into his mind and see if he was telling the truth. A shot of fury washed over him, making his voice hard.
"If you didn't believe me, Headmaster, you could have just said so. Trying to sneak into my mind won't work anymore." Hermione shot him a look before she stepped in front of him and glared at Dumbledore.
"You would dare try to break into his mind without his permission." The way she said it, it wasn't a question, but a statement. Harry laid a restraining hand on her arm, holding her back from doing anything to harm Dumbledore.
"It isn't worth it, 'Mi. Don't let him get to you. Guess if he wanted to be able to peek into our minds, he shouldn't have insisted that Professor Snape teach us his craft." Hermione heaved a deep breath but remained silent. It was Severus that stepped forward and broke the tension.
"Were there any more in the vault that you could find?" Harry shook his head.
"No, sir. That was the only one." Dumbledore spoke again.
"He won't have two in the same place. We'll just have to keep searching." Harry gave a resolute nod.
"What are we going to do about this one? We need to destroy it." Dumbledore stood and went to the portrait of Phineas Nigellus and pulled it from the wall. Behind the portrait was a cubby hole just big enough to house the Sword of Gryffindor. He pulled it out, gleaming and shiny, for everyone to see. Harry watched as Dumbledore turned to Severus. The potion's master glared at the older man, irritated already.
"I told you after the last one that I wasn't destroying another one. Do it yourself." Dumbledore shook his head.
"I'm not quite certain that I can. I'm still regaining my strength from that potion." The Headmaster turned to Hermione, but Severus was quick to step in.
"She's not destroying it, she's still taking a nap a day because of that curse Dolohov hit her with." Draco cast a glance at Harry and in that moment, the Gryffindor knew exactly what he was going to do. Harry wasn't going to stop him, Draco needed to do this, so he could prove to everyone and himself that he wasn't the coward that he was always accused of being. Harry gave him a small nod, urging him forward. The Slytherin stepped forward.
"I'll do it. I'll destroy it if the Sword will let me hold it." Hermione clutched at Draco's hand for a moment before giving him a small smile and letting him go. Draco stepped forward and took the Sword from the Headmaster, surprise crossing his features when it didn't disappear. Draco met his eyes again and Harry gave him what he hoped was an encouraging look.
Harry took the cup from the Headmaster's desk and set it on the floor in front of them all. Draco moved closer, gripping the sword tighter in his hand. He was psyching himself up to stab the cup, that much Harry could tell. Severus stepped forward before anything else was said.
"You saw what that thing did to me. It's hard to believe it at the time, but nothing that thing spews at you is true. Stay strong." Draco gave him a quiet nod and before any of them could say or do anything else, the blond raised the Sword as high as he could and brought its edge down on the cup.
An inhuman scream emitted from the cup, black ooze and smoke pouring from the spot that Draco had hit. It was no surprise that everyone in the room jumped. Severus moved forward and called to Draco.
"Hurry up and hit it again. Don't let it start twisting your mind!" It wasn't quick enough, though, since the smoke pouring from the cup started speaking. The voice was broken, stilted, but it was still quite easy for everyone to understand.
"You'll never amount to anything in your life, Draco. The girl you love laughs at you behind your back with The-Boy-Who-Lived, the friendship you've discovered with him is nothing but a farce. The only thing that you'll ever be able to do with your life is torture, rape, and kill. It's what you were born to be…"
Harry wasn't sure if Draco was going to be able to kill the horcrux before them. His already alabaster skin was so pale that Harry could have sworn he saw right through him. He was panting with the effort that it took to hold the heavy Sword aloft and Harry could see tears dripping down his cheeks onto his robes. It was Hermione that finally brought him out of the stupor that the cup had induced.
"None of that is true, Draco, hit it again!"
As if someone snapped their finger in front of his face and brought him back to the present, Draco heaved the Sword down once more on top of the cup. The scream returned and after a few moments, all was silent. The cup was now blackened, split almost halfway down the middle, laying there unobtrusively on the floor. Draco was still panting, the tip of the Sword now on the floor at his feet, and Harry could see that the fringe of his hair was damp with sweat. Harry stepped forward and took the Sword from Draco, so he could lay it on the Headmaster's desk.
Hermione rushed forward and pulled Draco into her arms, pulling him to the couch next to the fireplace. She didn't give him a moment to resist before she pulled him against her and ran her fingers through his hair. He shuddered against her breast but began to get ahold of himself. When he started to come back to himself, he lifted his head and met both Harry and Hermione's gaze.
"Don't ever let me something so ridiculously brave again." Hermione chuckled softly, and Harry took a moment to observe the older men in the room. Both were speaking softly, not paying attention to the trio. He could only assume that it was their way of giving Draco a little bit of privacy to pull himself together. Hermione was still brushing hair out of his eyes.
"None of that is true, Draco, none of it. Harry and I would never do that to you, I love you. You're Harry's best friend. We would never let you become someone that tortures, rapes, and murders." Draco gave a nod, still silent. Harry decided that as much as he usually wasn't into having girly moments with other guys, this situation called for it. Harry took up the spot on the other side of Draco and threw an arm around the Slytherin's shoulders.
"You nailed that, mate. None of that shite was true, you really are my best friend. I'd never make a laughingstock out of you." Draco gave a small chuckle this time and lifted his head, so he could look back and forth between Harry and Hermione.
"Thanks guys. I'm glad that you were both here to tell me that it wasn't the truth. It's so scary hearing your biggest fears like they're your reality." Harry shook his friend slightly by the shoulders before releasing him. Hermione gave him one last hug before she pulled away as well.
"You've done something that neither one of us has ever done and you're stronger for it." Nobody got to say anything else before Dumbledore interrupted them.
"Very good, Mr. Malfoy. You took a terrible burden from an old man, thank you. I know that that couldn't have been easy." Draco snorted but remained silent. Severus moved in front of the three of them as he spoke.
"Might I suggest that the lot of you head down to the Great Hall before you miss dinner? I feel as though it would improve Draco's mood." Hermione giggled softly before she rose to her feet and hugged her father. As used to this behavior as Harry was at this display of affection between the two of them, it still seemed unbelievable to him. Who would have thought that the heartless bat of the dungeons had a soft spot?
After he finished hugging his daughter, Professor Snape urged his daughter and both boys to make their way to the Great Hall. Harry had no problems with it, true be told, he was starved. While he hadn't been expecting to have his day end like this, he had to admit that it was a good ending. They were another horcrux down and he was sure that somehow, they would make it through the coming conflict alive.
In his opinion, life was good.
-O-
Hermione couldn't help but reach out and touch Draco every few seconds, reassuring herself that he was indeed there with her and he was fine. In those moments where he had clearly started to believe the words pouring out of the cup, she had been terrified that she would lose him to his fears, that he wouldn't believe her and Harry when they told him that the words were filthy lies.
Draco had believed them, however, and she couldn't have been happier. She still didn't like how pale he was or the fact that there was still a slight tremor in his hands. He still wasn't overly talkative, but just the fact that he was moving around and not swatting her off him was enough for her.
The hustle and bustle of the Great Hall was in full swing as they made their way to the Gryffindor table. The three of them took their usual seats and were instantly regaled with questions about Ron telling the world that the three of them had left with Lucius Malfoy. Hermione had spoke loud enough for the table to hear that Mr. Malfoy had treated her like a perfect lady while they had been out, he hadn't sneered her way a single time. She even told them that he had paid for her large purchase at the book store, waving away her money and telling her that it wasn't any good while she was out with him.
All the lions around them were completely dumbfounded at her words. Once they realized that they weren't going to get a juicy story like Ronald had led them to believe they would, they turned back to their own friends and their food. It was the twins, Ginny, Luna, and Neville that waited until nobody was paying attention and asked for the truth.
Hermione had told them the truth, that they were going to scout out the vault that Bellatrix had left him, that Lucius truly had been as much of a gentleman as she had told everyone, and that despite what she had been expecting, it had been a fun day. Then the ribbing began about how Hermione would say any day was a good day if it included a trip to the library or the book store.
The trio ate their meal quickly, all three of them tired from the days outing and subsequent discovery in the vault. Color was slowly coming back to Draco the more he ate and the more normal the conversation around him seemed. After he and Harry had taken thirds of pudding, Hermione finally put her foot down.
"You two have ate more than I eat in two days. I'm tired, lets go." Both boys looked sheepish at her words, as if they hadn't been aware just how much they had eaten or just how tired she must be.
The three of them bade everyone good night even though it was still early in the evening. Hermione really was exhausted, but she wanted to lay in bed and snuggle with both of her boys. She had been toying with the idea of finally giving into them for a week or so and she had almost caved last night. She wasn't above using her wiles to get them in bed with her either, for snuggling or anything else.
They traversed the way between the Great Hall and the Room of Requirement quickly. After they had told everyone good night, it seemed as if the boys were just as eager to get time to themselves as she was. Harry paced the corridor before Barnabas the Barmy, the door appearing before them. Hermione entered first, their bedroom just as it always was.
She didn't wait for either boy. Three steps into the door, she shucked off her long-sleeved shirt and threw it in the general direction of the dirty clothes basket that the Room provided. Hermione continued to remove her clothes as she made it further into the room, clad in only her knickers by the time she reached the bed across the room. Both boys had their eyes on her near-naked form, Hermione was aware of. Therefore, she didn't even act like she was innocent when she and met their gazes.
"Are you going to join me or are you going to watch silently from afar?" She almost chuckled out loud when both Harry and Draco rushed towards the bed, robes flying as they stripped themselves. The pair hurried into bed next to her, neither one of them leaving on their boxers. Hermione bit back a chuckle as she reached out and stroked both of them at the same time, something that she had become rather adept at. Harry threw his head back while Draco closed his eyes and hissed.
Deciding that she was going to take matters into her own hands, she rolled so she was knelt between Draco's knees. Both their eyes were on her as she dipped her head and caught the head of his cock between her lips, her tongue reaching out to taste him. There was just a bead of lubrication on the slit of his cock, her tongue rolling in a circle around the head after sucking it into her mouth.
This elicited a groan from the Slytherin and she could see that Harry was watching them with hooded eyes, stroking his dick as he took in every single one of her actions. She was still astounded that they got off on watching each other with her, but she supposed that just made life easier for her. Hermione began to suck Draco's length further in her mouth, her cheeks hollowing from the suction she was using on him.
Just as Draco threaded his hands in her hair and held her down close on his cock, Hermione felt the tip of Harry's tongue trail up her inner thigh. She hadn't even been aware that he had maneuvered himself underneath her, but he had. His fingers hooked in the side of her knickers and pulled them down over her backside and her thighs to tangle at her ankles. Hermione couldn't help the squeal on Draco's cock when she felt his mouth latch onto her pleasure pearl. He started slow and easy, teasing her with the tip of his tongue while she continued to take all of Draco that she could.
The Gryffindor was on the brink of exploding on Harry's face when he pulled away, so he could suck her lips into his mouth, gently nibbling on them. She couldn't help the moan of frustration around Draco's cock and Harry's amused chuckle filled the air. She wrestled free from Draco's dick, slurping loudly as she pulled off.
"Please fuck me, I'm tired of waiting. I want to feel good." Draco leaned forward and kissed her hard, his tongue invading her mouth and tasting himself. When he finally released her, Harry pressed a kiss to her clit.
"Are you saying that we don't make you feel good already, Hermione?" She whimpered softly.
"You always make me feel good, I just want to feel you inside me, both of you." Hermione drew Draco's cock back in her mouth, taking him down as far as she could.
"Are you sure, 'Mi? We don't want you to feel like we're pressuring you." Hermione pulled off Draco again.
"Yes, I'm certain, I almost told you to do it last night." She took Draco in her mouth once more as she felt Harry moving to his knees behind her. She pressed back against him when she felt his head against her opening, gathering her arousal fluid so he would slide in easier. There was a steading hand on her arse and she wasn't surprised when Harry gave her one last chance.
"Last chance, 'Mi." She huffed as she pulled back up off Draco.
"I'm one hundred percent sure. Just do it fast, please. Don't drag out the pain."
Hermione had just gone back down on Draco's cock, taking him all the way down to where her face was nestled in his blond curls when she felt like she was suddenly split in two. Harry had buried himself inside her, completely to the hilt. She moaned softly, staying as far down on Draco as she could so she wouldn't make anymore noise and make Harry feel bad. A few tears squeezed out of her eyes, but the pain was already starting to abate. Harry remained silent and still behind her, but she could feel his length pulsing inside her with anticipation.
Nobody said a word, but neither boy pushed her for more. It was only a minute, but seemed like much longer, that had gone by before she pressed back against Harry experimentally. He hissed behind her, his hand rubbing soft circles on her arse. Taking that as his go-ahead to finish what he started, he pulled halfway out of her and slid back in gently. He hissed again.
"Holy fuck, Hermione, your cunt is so tight, I think my dick is going to break off." That little mini thrust sent a jolt of pleasure through her and she couldn't wait for him to do more.
She continued to suck Draco into her mouth, the suction she was applying was enough to make her mouth start to ache. The thrusts that Harry was treating her with were making it hard to concentrate. Deciding that she wouldn't be able to finish Draco if she didn't do it now, she reached down and tugged on his balls lightly. On the up-suck, Hermione twirled her tongue around his head just the way he liked, and it was only moments later that he exploded loudly in her mouth.
Hermione swallowed down everything that he offered her, just as she always did. His fingers tightened in her hair and Harry was picking up the pace, making it difficult to focus on both things at once. She had been ill-prepared for this feat. Harry seemed to understand her problem and slowed so she could lick Draco clean, his cock still rock hard under her tongue.
Once she was finished, Draco released her and moved to the side, so he could watch his best friend fuck her. Harry picked up the pace again and Hermione couldn't help but moan at how he was making her feel. She knew that there was a soft, spongy area inside her that would make her orgasm, but she had never touched it before. Both boys had refrained from sticking their fingers too far inside her for fear that they would tear her hymen.
It was undeniable now. Hermione loved sex. She pressed her backside further into Harry and he seemed to take that as encouragement. Hermione was panting, and she could see Draco softly stroking his cock off to the side, his eyes heavy and half-lidded in desire.
"Faster, Harry, oh fuck, harder."
Harry was all too happy to comply with her demands. His hips were bouncing off her arse noisily and she could feel his balls swinging heavy and full beneath them. Draco reached out and tweaked her nipple, sending a shot of lightning through her. He released her nipple and slid his hand south, finding her clit so he could tweak it as well.
Hermione couldn't hold it back any longer. Her inner muscles tightened around Harry's cock, fluttering softly as he continued to pound inside of her. It was only moments later that he gave a strangled moan of his own, stiffening even further inside her before letting himself climax. He continued to pump into her shallowly, making sure that every drop of seed he had to offer traveled to the depths of her pussy.
When he finally quit moving, he bent so he could press the softest of kisses to the right cheek of her arse. He pulled away from her and she keened softly when she felt the loss. He moved out from behind her and laid down next to her, his eyes still sharp with desire. His cock was soft, however, although Hermione was sure that she could fix that. Draco moved behind her in the same position that Harry had been in and rubbed his cock in the mixture of her liquid desire and Harry's seed. It didn't seem to phase him at all. Before he plunged into her, she looked at Harry.
"Move over here and let me suck you." Harry reached up and moved a lock of hair from her face.
"No, Princess, I'm spent. Besides, I want to watch Draco fuck you. You can suck me off in the morning." Hermione nodded her agreement, but it was cut short by Draco easing inside her. He hissed behind her, his hands tightening on her hips.
"Fuck me, Princess, he's right. Your pussy is so fucking tight." Hermione already knew that she liked what he was about to do so she wasted no time in urging him on, shoving her arse further into him as he thrust forward. He hissed again, and Harry grinned at his friend.
"Doesn't it feel amazing, the way her cunt grips you tight and sucks you further in, like it doesn't want you to leave? I could live in that pussy for the rest of my life."
As if Draco's cock inside her, hitting all the right places as he thrust in and out of her wasn't enough to get her going. Harry's dirty talk was the icing on the cake. Draco's cock was moving in and out of her at a steady pace, hitting her in places that Harry hadn't quite reached. While Harry had more girth, Draco had the length. She had never differentiated between the two before, and even though they felt marginally different, both were amazing.
Hermione could feel herself climbing the mountain again, the edge of bliss was just in sight. Harry had moved his torso underneath her, so he could catch one of her nipples in his mouth, suckling it roughly while his hand snaked down to her pussy just like Draco's had. Whereas Draco had tweaked her clit to make her fall over the edge, Harry rubbed insistent little circles around it, not quite enough to send her over the precipice, but enough to not only press back against Draco, but to pump her hips into his hand. The result was breathtaking.
Draco was fucking her hard, his hips bouncing off her arse, and his fingers digging into the soft tender flesh of her hips. She was certain that she would bear bruises from his grip in the morning, but Hermione didn't care. She fought her orgasm off for as long as she could, wanting to come at the same time as Draco, but she couldn't hold it back any longer.
Her world went dark and spotty as her pussy tightened down on Draco and pulled him further inside her. He groaned behind her, his hands gripping her even tighter than before. Hermione couldn't stop the moans and the string of profanity coupled with the blonde's name from pouring from her lips. This time, her orgasm seemed to last forever, and she credited it to the fact that not only was Draco fucking her, Harry was using his hand and mouth on her. There was no reprieve.
Hermione knew when Draco came; his cock grew even harder inside her and he stopped pounding her as he came, staying buried in her as he coated her cervix in his seed. He jolted inside her several times before he finally loosened his hold on her hips. Where Harry had kissed her backside, Draco leaned over and slid his hand up her spine, sending chills all over her body. Once he reached her hair, he tugged her upwards until the she was flush against him. His mouth found the soft spot below her ear that she adored when they kissed.
After he had kissed her neck, he released her, so she could lean over enough for him to pull out of her. Hermione knew that she should go take a shower; she could feel the fluid from herself mixed with both of her boys on the insides of her thighs. She wasn't sure, but she would almost bet that there was a little bit of blood there as well. Hermione just didn't have the energy.
The Gryffindor cast a wandless cleansing charm on all three of them before sinking into her pillow. Harry and Draco both fell to their pillows beside her. Harry reached over and tangled his hand in her hair while Draco threaded his fingers with hers. Harry broke the silence.
"You don't regret that, do you, 'Mi?" She chuckled sleepily.
"Never in a million years could I regret that. You were both amazing." Draco chuckled next to her.
"You're the best I've ever had, Princess. You were phenomenal." Harry rolled over, so he could press a kiss to her bare shoulder.
"What he said, babe. None of the other girls could dream of comparing."
Hermione couldn't keep the smile off her face. She was used to being the girl that came in at last place, the girl that never compared to the beautiful girls that all the boys wanted. To hear that both of her boys thought she was better than the beautiful girls they had shagged before her made her heart swell with happiness.
Draco pulled her over onto his chest, her head pillowed on his shoulder. Harry snuggled up behind her, his leg tangled with hers and Draco's, his arm thrown possessively around her waist. Hermione was on the verge of sleep, but she wanted to make sure that they knew she enjoyed herself as much as they did.
"You both made my first time so beautiful and I could never thank you enough for it. I love you both." Both kissed her head, Draco her forehead and Harry the back.
"Love you too, Hermione." Both spoke together, making her smile softly one last time before she dropped off to sleep, deciding that the delicious ache between her legs was well worth it.
A/N- Holy balls, y'all, over 12,000 words. For those that don't like it, suck it. Lol, now that I've got that out of my system, I really hope that you guys liked it! I felt that it was high time that our favorite trio take their relationship to a new level ((: Anyways, leave me your thoughts after the beep, they make me smile.
Next chapter, more brother/sister time and another D.A. lesson.
Love,
Alicia