A/N: BDSM aftercare for married dratomione prompt which resulted in a timetravel triad au where hermione and draco went back.
They both slipped from her, though she still clutched at Tom's shoulder's and the two men shared a look before Tom moved away from the wall towards the bed and Draco slipped from the room entirely, the kitchen his destination.
Hermione was sobbing in his arm's and Tom continued to press gentle kisses along her forehead as she came back down. He could still feel her magic thrumming against his and Draco's and knew that tonight had perhaps been too much for her. He smirked into her hairline; it always was incredible when the three of them came together.
They'd been away, him and Draco, dealing with Grindelwald supporters whilst she'd stayed home to look after the "kids" and keep up appearances at the Ministry. They'd been travelling all day and had spoke quietly about falling into bed quickly, Hermione snug between the two of them, but then Tom had walked into the bedroom and she'd been sitting so prettily, so quietly on the floor beside the bed with her hands resting palms up on her thighs, a small smile playing on the corner of her lips.
"Princesssss," Tom moaned, stepping further into the room and shucking his robes, vanishing them to the closet.
He caught her smirk, "Master."
His head fell back just as Draco came into the room and stopped dead, just like he had, at the sight of her. "Fuck Princess," he growled.
She'd licked her lips and flicked her eyes up at Draco then, her smirk widening, "Sir."
Tom was jolted from the memory by Draco's return, his husband settling down beside him and lifting Hermione into his lap so that her legs were left in Tom's lap. "You did so good baby," he was muttering into her hair, carefully rubbing his hands up and down her arms as she sipped the cool glass of water he'd fetched for her. Tom rubbed his hands up and down her legs and hummed his agreement, letting his magic help soothe her.
"Yeah?" She asked quietly, daring a look at the pair of them.
"So good sweetheart," Tom mumbled, leaning forward to give his wife a tender kiss, his tongue gently swiping her lips as his thumbs brushed her tears away.
"So very good," Draco repeated into her neck between kisses, squeezing her shoulder's as he did.
Hermione nodded and smiled before she let her head fall back and quickly dosed off. Tom lifted her from Draco's lap and stood from where he was sat at the edge of the bed, as Draco made his way around to the other side, and turned carefully to place her in the middle of the bed beside Draco before he slipped in beside her, his and Draco's hands resting beside one another on her hip.