Chapter Three

Draco

Azkaban was hell on earth. A cold and empty hell.

Draco had learned about hell from Dante's Inferno, a book that Theo had acquired in secret fifth year from a pretty Ravenclaw boy that he was seeing. Draco had been painfully jealous of their secret kisses and rendezvous. It was only later when he was gripping Theo's throat as he rutted against him, their hard cocks slick with spit and precum, that he realised that his overwhelming jealousy had been Theo's entire plan. It had pushed him to finally do something about his feelings beyond occluding them away.

Now in the empty cold cell, those feelings were like daggers in his heart. He missed Theo so fucking much. He didn't know how long it would be till he saw him again. The Ministry had said he was to be held in Azkaban pending his trial. His mother's cousin had sat in Azkaban for twelve years without a trial and Draco expected to get the same treatment. So when he was dragged back in front of the Wizengamot into a metal cage and forced to listen to testimony about his role in the war, his failures in Voldemort's service, and Harry bloody Potter begging for leniency on his behalf. Draco wasn't surprised to learn he received a sentence of probation.

What the Chosen one asked for, the Chosen one received.

Once he was released to Hogwarts to serve out his probationary year, the surprise was falling into Theo's arms with Granger looking over his shoulder. Granger tenderly brushed the knots out of his overlong hair. Granger made him food. Granger ordered school supplies for him. Waking up in the morning on the couch in the head common space to find that he'd fallen asleep with his head in Granger's lap. She had been asleep too, her book fallen on the floor. She'd been reading to him when the sound of her voice had lulled him into Morpheus' embrace. He looked up and was awestruck at how lovely she was sleeping, unburdened by the world's expectation that she be perfect.

The way that she had accepted his apology for how he had treated her all these years with the grace of a Princess had put his heart in a vice. He'd been mildly infatuated with her since she'd punched him in the third year, but the way that her post-war vulnerability affected him was like a drug.

She drank alone and forgot her hangover potions. Draco spent more than one night holding her hair back as she was sick. He discovered recipe books were alot like potions texts once he realised she was starving herself. She wouldn't insult his cooking by refusing to eat, so he never skipped preparing her a meal.

One afternoon when Theo was fucking him hard and deep, the brown-haired boy whispered to him, "I see how you look at Hermione." Theo's teeth nipped at Draco's neck, as the blonde arched his back and rolled his hips.

"Can't fuck help it. Bloody Golden Girl. So damn perfect," Draco gasped out.

Theo growled softly in agreement. "I want her to be ours. Even if we have to keep it a secret to keep her safe." His thrusts grew more wild and Draco lost the ability to think about more than Theo's thick cock inside of him.

Later when they lay together, Draco murmured into Theo's neck, "I think she needs us. She's so alone."

Hermione had made a recluse of herself in their eighth year. She rarely spoke to anyone beyond professors, the prefects and Theo and Draco. She never went to the Great Hall for meals. Potty and the Weasel hadn't returned for eighth year and everyone else seemed lost in their own trauma.

The Weaslette refused to visit Hermione in the Head Dorm because of the "filthy Death Eater contamination." And after some time, Hermione stopped trying to seek her out elsewhere.

Draco couldn't stop himself from touching her after a while, especially since she leaned into his touches. The Head Dorm was their private world. One day he finally whispered, "Fuck it," and claimed her lips with his.

She arched into his touch and before he knew it, he'd ripped off her knickers and was thrusting into her wet core. Her legs wrapped around his waist, he laid the imprint of his body onto hers. He looked up as they finished, and Theo was standing there arms crossed and grinning.

Draco refocused on Hermione and kissed her slowly and sweetly. They'd crossed a precipice, and none of them wanted to go back. Hermione pushed what was happening by crawling naked into bed with Draco and Theo. Draco woke up to discover Hermione riding Theo, sweat dripping down both their bodies. He had never been so aroused in all his life.

And during Winter Break she didn't leave them for her former friends. Instead, Theo and Draco spent the break shagging Hermione in front of the fireplace until she forgot her name, but never theirs because they kept making her scream them aloud.

Weasley started sending owls and floo calling Hermione trying to get her together with him and the jealousy in Draco was like a pacing tiger . Between that and Daphne Greengrass trying to convince Theo to agree to a marriage contract, Draco was like a raging fire. When the Greengrasses sent a marriage contract for him and their younger daughter Astoria, Draco inciendo'd it wandlessly and went into Theo's room, slamming the door behind himself and weeping against the wall.

The world did not want the three of them to be together. Draco couldn't stop the tears. He didn't want the life his father would have planned for him. It was like a nightmare from which he couldn't wake. He was going to lose Granger and Theo. It was only a matter of time. He wasn't sure he wanted, no he couldn't, live without them.

Bloody Fucking Valentine's Day. Draco snarled to himself, his knees pulled up tight to his chest. Theo and Hermione were chaperoning the Hogsmeade day and he wasn't allowed to leave the castle due to his probation. It wasn't as though he could have spent the day the way he wanted to anyway. Everything about the three of them was a secret. He couldn't take them out to a romantic dinner and take turns caressing their thighs under the table. He couldn't lean in to claim their lips in view of the world.

Who knew if he ever could?

He was nothing but Death Eater scum after all.

When Hermione returned from Hogsmeade early, her eyes red and her olive skin pale, Draco was murderous.

Theo, a decent legilimens, whispered into Draco's mind, Weasley finally went too far. Called her a slag after she turned down his advances again. I think we might finally be rid of the ginger menace. She is feeling very fragile.

Fragile? Draco growled in his mind. He hated the thought of anyone hurting his witch, their witch.

Draco slid his hands into her hair and looked down at her face. He knew what he had to do, to keep her, to keep Theo, to make it the three of them against the world forever. His lips softly kissed away the remains of her tears as his thumbs caressed her jawline.

"I fucking love you, Granger, you are mine and Theo's and I love you. We love you." He claimed her mouth like he hadn't just made love to her this morning in the early hours of dawn. He was like a man starving. And Hermione gave as good as she got, her legs were wrapped around his waist in seconds. She wanted him as badly as he wanted her. He slid two fingers inside of her and found she was already wet and velvety.

"Did Theo already try to cheer you up with his cock my love?" Draco murmured into her ear as he sucked on the sensitive skin there. She nodded and moaned and arched her body trying to get closer.

He would mark her, he would cover her with himself and bury himself so deep that she would never be free of him.

Draco laid her out on the bed like a feast, Theo watching from the doorway where he leaned casually but for the lust in his eyes.

Draco sucked and bit his way down her body leaving purplish marks as he went. The flat of his tongue lingered, tasting Theo's cum dripping out of her. When he had her writhing and wild, her breath coming in pants, begging for him, Draco filled and stretched her. She was so wet that he could feel her dripping down his balls.

"Eyes on me Granger," Draco grasped her chin and forced her to look up. She was lost in pleasure and looked into his eyes with adoration. "You are mine." And Draco came inside her and then kept fucking her, pushing his seed as far inside her as he could all while whispering, "Mine, mine, mine" in time to his thrusts. Hermione's eyes went backward and she passed out still filled with his length.

Draco looked back at Theo still watching from the doorway, and pulled Hermione tightly into his arms not wanting to separate from her just yet. And he felt the tiniest bit of guilt when he didn't cast the contraceptive charm, but he shoved it down. He wanted her, he wanted Theo. He wanted them forever.

It seemed unlikely that he would successfully get her pregnant the first time he tried. But having a baby seemed like the best way to keep her, to claim her. To make it to where she would never go back to the Weasel, to where Theo would stop flirting with Daphne, to make this permanent.

Draco needed the three of them to be permanent. He was willing to do whatever it took to make that happen.

Theo joined the two of them on the bed and looked down at Draco with knowing eyes, but no words about what Draco had done.

Eight weeks later, Draco returned from Advanced Herbology (the only class that he didn't have with either Theo or Hermione) to discover Theo panicking while Hermione looked very pale. All the warmth was gone from her olive skin and she had her eyes squeezed shut, tear tracks running down her face.

"ENOUGH!," Hermione screamed, "For the last time Theo, I do not need to go to Madam Pomfrey."

"Hermione, you spent all morning vomiting and you can barely keep water down now. Please." Theo pleaded, Draco could practically see the worry across his face.

"There's nothing she can do for me unless I want everyone to bloody know." She scoffed at him.

"Know what, Granger?" Draco asked.

"That I've gone and gotten myself up the duff while still at Hogwarts. And I'm sure to be a single mum and be ostracised from the wizarding world because you two aren't going to want to claim my baby as either of your heirs." Hermione was almost sobbing by this point.

Theo and Draco's eyes met and the word fuck echoed between their minds.

Draco dropped to his knees next to her, "Hermione, I don't care if it's my baby or Theo's that you are carrying. I want to marry you both. I want the three of us to have a family together." She had held him tightly around the neckand sobbed harder into his neck.

Draco may have felt a small twinge of guilt then, but he shoved it away. He had gotten what he wanted after all. He was a Slytherin and a Malfoy, one had to expect selfishness would be his motivator now and again.

To keep Hermione safe from pureblood supremacists and her own so-called friends, the three of them decided to keep their marriage and the future baby a secret.

Since they had already planned to spend the spring holidays with Blaise and Pansy at Blaise's Italian villa, that seemed the perfect location to Draco.

It took very little convincing to get Pansy and Signora Zabini on board with planning a secret elopement. The terrifying Signora even complimented Draco on his choice of mother for his children and he wondered if she was a seer or perhaps the most skilled legilimens that he had ever seen. He hadn't even felt a tickle on his shields which were quite formidable after years spent with dear Aunt Bella and the Dark Lord.

The small intimate wedding was like something out of a novel and Draco felt vindicated in manipulating everything to be as he wanted because Theo and Hermione both looked so fucking happy.

It couldn't be wrong if what he had done made everyone in their triad happy, right?

After they made it through the rest of eighth year, the end of Draco's probation and their NEWTs, Draco used his fortune to buy them a massive townhouse near the Muggle Queen's Palace. He would never want Hermione to be subjected to Malfoy Manor or Nott Castle.

Humorously, Draco was the one who did all the nesting preparing for the baby to come. Theo and Hermione had immediately started Unspeakable training as soon as the three of them finished Hogwarts.

Draco was so overwhelmed that he asked his mother to help, finally confiding in her what he had done. She'd been surprisingly understanding about everything except missing his wedding, especially once she learned that Yasmene Zabini had been there.

Draco promised that they would do a vow renewal after the baby was born that Narcissa could attend and that was the only thing that soothed her. That and allowing her to furnish the nursery. Narcissa knew far more about Muggle luxury goods and where to find them than Draco had ever imagined.

Before he knew it, the baby's room was furnished with the most elegant white and gold crib with matching chairs. He had a Versace baby trolley and he'd gotten a dozen five-piece muggle suits so he could walk in their neighbourhood without drawing attention.

Pupils dilated with lust, a very pregnant Hermione had wasted no time ripping a blue one off him once she walked in the door.

Once Lyra was born (truly the most terrifying day of Draco's life) Draco did everything he could to coddle his daughter and his wife. No task was too big or too small. He strove to find the perfect balance between being available for her every need and not smothering his wife. Theo continued going to work at the Ministry not wanting to attract attention. He was covering a lot of Hermione's work while she was out with "Dragon Pox." When his husband came home at night, Draco had dinner and tea ready for him.

Draco found that the role of stay at home husband and father was a revelation.

He'd take Lyra on long walks around in Hyde Park in one of his new suits. Telling her stories of her ancestors or muggle heroines from the book Hermione had bought for her. Hermione would use the time to rest in silence.

And when he walked in the door with his pale haired daughter, Hermione would look up from her book smiling and he knew everything had been worth it for this.

Five children, several years of therapy and eleven years of marriage later, Draco was even more happy than he had been on his wedding day. He had muggle music playing in their muggle town house and he was dancing around with Cassie on his hip as Hermione tried good naturedly to steal her away from him.

And as he spun around and saw who had just come through the wards, he froze. Hermione, whose back was to the door, took that moment to snatch Casseopeia away from him.

"Fuck" he exhaled, his eyes meeting Theo's sheepish face then following the length of his wand to where it poked into Potter's throat.

"Draco, language!" Hermione said in shock.

"Potter is here," Draco stated, his voice sounding far away to his own ears.

Spinning around, Hermione gasped, clutching Cassie to her chest, "Fuck!"