Summary: Following the war, Theo Nott was struggling to find a place for himself in England. After sitting his NEWTs with Draco Malfoy in the summer of 1998, Theo found himself accepted to a Charms Mastery program in America. It sounded like a dream come true. The only problem? Draco was on probation for his part in the war and unable to leave the country for four years.
Seeking refuge away from the prying eyes of the wizarding world at a club in muggle London to celebrate his last night in England, Theo finds himself having a wild hookup with a random sexy muggle girl. Only, she isn't some random girl, and she most certainly isn't a muggle.
Four years later, Theo is back from America, and Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger have a daughter. Who for some reason has his eyes...
Notes: In response to a prompt by Anonymous in the DreomioneFest2023 collection.
Prompt: Alcohol (or other substance induced) threesome
Relationships: Hermione Granger/Theodore Nott Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy Draco Malfoy/Theodore Nott Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy/Theodore Nott Pansy Parkinson/Harry Potter Luna Lovegood/Ginny Weasley/Blaise Zabini
Characters: Hermione Granger Draco Malfoy Theodore Nott Harry Potter Pansy Parkinson Blaise Zabini Luna Lovegood Ginny Weasley Daphne Greengrass Astoria Greengrass James Sirius Potter Hannah Abbott
Additional Tags: Drunk Sex Unplanned Pregnancy Teen Pregnancy Surprise Baby Bisexual Draco Malfoy Bisexual Theodore Nott Theodore Nott is an Ox Girl Dad Draco Bridezilla Pansy Cute Kids Threesome - F/M/M Utility Closet Sex
Chapter 1: The Hookup
18th August 1998
"You've got to be fucking joking," Draco stated, his eyes narrowing as he glared at his best friend. "Say you're joking," the blonde said, taking a sip of his drink, his greasy unwashed hair falling in his face, obscuring his glazed over silver eyes a bit.
"Well, no." Theo said, taking a sip of his own firewhisky, averting his eyes from Draco's. "The program is only four years, and you could always come visit." Theo continued, pushing the thick framed glasses he wore up his nose. When Draco didn't immediately respond, Theo tugged at the sleeves of his shirt that now were much too short after his most recent growth spurt.
"Always, always come for a visit!" Draco finally nearly shouted after Theo's words had finally gotten through his alcohol muddled brain. Standing up, he ran his fingers through his pale straight hair, pulling at the roots causing it to stick up in odd angles. "I'm on bloody probation for literally years and can't leave the blasted country!" He yelled, before he began pacing in front of the fireplace in his father's old office.
Theo didn't move, his heart breaking as he watched Draco's reaction to his news, something that Theo had been excited for, but now it was tainted. He'd hoped after the turmoil their lives had been in for so long that his oldest friend would be happy for this opportunity Theo was getting. Instead, Draco was responding as if Theo were some possessions of his that was being taken away instead of a person who wanted to follow his own dreams and aspirations.
As it were, they were two eighteen-year-olds, who'd just sat their NEWTs, both boys refusing to repeat their last year of schooling and endure what would come with the aftermath of the war. Especially since their family ties had put them on the wrong side of that war. They knew that Hogwarts most likely wouldn't be a warm welcome to them, therefore, neither had any desire to return to the castle.
For his part in the war, Draco had been sentenced to four years of probation, including the requirement that he complete his NEWTs. With the tests now done, all Draco had was to spend his days wasting his money and drinking his way through his family's collection of the finest and rare wines. He'd been doing a splendid job at it as well, especially since his mother had locked herself away from her son, ashamed of what she'd allowed to happen to him in their home.
"Do you honestly think running off to America is the answer?" Draco finally said, turning and facing Theo. Dark bags under his eyes stood out against his pale skin and his clothes hanging loosely off his frame drove home the point of the mental state that Draco was in. Theo knew that if he stayed and let the aftereffects of the war follow him, even though he'd never been marked as Draco had – his father declaring he was too weak and soft to be presented to the Dark Lord – this could still be his future. This was what he would become if he didn't take this opportunity.
Draco's words sent a shock through Theo, anger emerging where the sadness had been just moments before.
"Running away?" Theo asked, his head snapping up, looking away from the amber liquid that he'd been admiring. "My scores in charms were high enough that I've been accepted into one of the most prestigious mastery programs in the world, and you call that running away?"
"There are plenty of Charms Masters in England!" Draco shouted, throwing the nearly empty bottle of wine he'd been drinking directly from towards the hearth. The glass shattered upon impact, showering the room in glass – red wine coating nearly every surface. "If you weren't such a coward–"
"A COWARD!?" Theo yelled, now equally as mad as Draco, stalking towards the blonde, who only puffed up his chest like the damn peacock he'd been raised to be. "A COWARD YOU SAY!?" Theo continued, "THERE ISN'T A SINGLE MASTER ON THIS BLOODY ISLAND THAT WILL TAKE ME ON BECAUSE OF MY FAMILY NAME! YOU THINK I HADN'T TRIED THAT FIRST!? YOU THINK I WANTED TO LEAVE YOU?"
The two boys were now standing nose to nose, glaring at each other. Theo could feel Draco's warm breath coming out ragged against his face, but he wouldn't be the one to back down. Not this time.
As the atmosphere began to shift from the rage-filled fight they were having, Theo could feel his heart begin to flutter as the silvers in Draco's eyes began to soften and his pupils took over. The confession that Theo hadn't meant to let slip seemed to have changed something between them, something that had been coming for years. An inevitable moment, all the stolen glances and lingering touches. Theo couldn't help but look down at Draco's lips, swallowing hard when his best mate's tongue slipped out, wetting his lips.
There had always been an underlying sexual tension between the two since they'd hit puberty, yet neither of them was willing to be the one to break it. Though this close, with as many emotions as they had coursing through the both of them, it seemed like the moment had finally come. The inevitable was here.
Leaning in, they were so close, it wouldn't take more than–
"Draco!" Astoria Greengrass's voice called out, making the two teens jump apart.
Theo looked at Draco, watching the realisation of what had just about happened wash over his face. His girlfriend's surprise visit seemingly ended this pivotal moment that could have changed the course of their lives. With the arrival of his girlfriend, Draco stepped further away from Theo, putting a considerable distance between them. That moment alone made it more clear to Theo that staying in England was not an option.
"Draco!" The witch yelled again, stumbling into the room, a white wine sloshing out of the glass in her hand as she appeared. "Oh, good there are you. Theo! I didn't know you would be here," the younger witch exclaimed, completely oblivious to the atmosphere of the room. "Draco, didn't you hear me calling?" She asked, her words slurred, the girl was clearly as drunk as Draco.
"Astoria," Theo said, nodding his head in greeting as he walked towards the exit. "I was just on my way out. Have a good evening." He looked over his shoulder and watched as Astoria swayed her hips walking towards Draco in what she must have thought was a seductive manner. Wrapping her arms around his neck when she reached him, she began to suck on his pale skin, not bothering to see if Theo was gone or not. Draco, however, wasn't even remotely paying attention to the witch in front of him. His glare never wavering as he watched Theo walking away from him, reverting back to the hate filled one of a spoiled little boy who wasn't getting his way.
Theo didn't have time for his oldest friend's antics any longer. Turning away for good this time, he began to walk out the door, knowing his next destination needed to be somewhere Draco Malfoy wouldn't find him.
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Hermione Granger looked herself over in the full-length mirror of the club bathroom she was currently in. She adjusted the mini dress she was wearing, admiring the way the new much shorter haircut and heavy highlights complimented her better than she thought it would. After a year on the run, her body was still severely underweight, but there was only so much magic, and potions could do in aiding speeding up the process of her recovery. Tugging again at one of the short pieces of straightened hair that was styled to sweep to the side, Hermione gave herself a smile and headed back into the muggle night club.
Pushing her way through the throng of muggles, Hermione was thrilled to be out somewhere where no one besides her cousin knew her. After her recent breakup with Ronald, Hermione had very little interest in spending any more time than she had to in the wizarding world. Even though Kingsley as the new minister and McGonagall as the new headmistress had been pestering her on what her future plans were, Hermione was positive that the wizarding world would survive the summer without their Muggleborn poster child.
"Jeanie!" Hermione's cousin, Portia, called out, waving at her from the bar. "Jean!" She yelled again, putting her hand over her mouth and giggling at the use of Hermione's middle name.
It was something they'd done as children when they were out and about, both of them having such outrageously unique names that no one could ever pronounce correctly. They'd gone about calling each other by their more common middle names, to the dismay of their Shakespeare loving mothers. Silly, but Hermione enjoyed the dive back into her childhood, even if it was only for the night.
"Beth!" Hermione called out in a sing-song voice, laughing at Portia as she looked around dramatically before pointing at herself.
The cousins came together at the bar, trying and failing to wave down one of the busy bartenders. "I swear he's ignoring us," Portia complained, pulling down the neck of her shirt a bit more. "Maybe if my TITS were larger!" She yelled, finally getting one of the female's working to stop, her annoyance visible at the comment Portia had made. "Tequila, go ahead and do four shots so we can leave you be for a bit," her cousin slurred out as they were already fairly drunk.
The bartender rolled her eyes, but did as her cousin had requested, pouring the shots and leaving a few lime wedges with a saltshaker before moving on. They clinked their glasses together, licking the salt from their hands and doing the shots. Hermione knew that her head was already plenty fuzzy, but it didn't matter much. She was out tonight to drown her sorrows of her failed relationship and the pressures that the wizarding world were putting on her. All of which her cousin knew about.
"You know, the best way to get over a guy?" Portia yelled into Hermione's ear, gesturing towards a small group of guys around their age near the dance floor.
Hermione looked over at them, not really seeing anyone that she was interested in. Sipping on the cocktail that she'd managed to order at the same time that Portia had gotten the shots. The men all had larger muscles, possibly boxers or something athletic. Typically, that's who Hermione had gone for. Viktor, Cormac, and Ron, all quidditch players and all built very well. No, Hermione had no intention of falling for one of those types. Yet.
"You're serious, aren't you?" Portia asked, rolling her eyes at Hermione's dismissive shake of her head. "You love an athlete!" The girl exclaimed, throwing her arms in the air, waving her hands wildly.
"And you can see how that's worked out for me," Hermione told her, looking back over at the group who'd just gotten a new member.
Oh, he would do… she thought as her eyes laid on the newcomer.
Tall, very tall actually, standing at least a head higher or more over the others. Instead of the thick muscles that the ones Portia were ogling, he was much more wiry and thin. The way he moved, it was clear that the height was new as he seemed awkward in the way he walked, not entirely sure what to do with his limbs. It made him even more endearing to Hermione.
He had some of the brightest blue eyes that she'd ever seen framed by dark glasses and his tanned skin had a healthy glow to it. His wavy brown hair was cropped short, but it still hung in his face, making him have to push it back continuously with his long thin fingers.
Yes, he would do just fine. He was the complete opposite of Ronald Weasley. And the best part, he was a Muggle, so the chances of Hermione ever running into him again were slim to none.
"Oh," Portia said, sipping her own drink, her eyes widening as she noticed who Hermione was now admiring. "The way he's dressed, clearly, he's wealthy. Shall we?" She asked, not waiting for a response and leading the way towards the guys. Hermione stumbled off her stool, making both girls laugh a bit more as they crossed the bar.
"Well, hello ladies," the leader of the group said, his eyes roaming over the cousins, making Hermione want to gag. He reminded her too much of Cormac McLaggen and the way he was eyeing them as pieces of meat made her body shiver, and not in a good way.
"Hello," Portia clipped, looking past him and directly towards the tall bloke who was towards the back. "I'm Beth and this is my cousin Jean. We saw you all standing over here and thought we'd introduce ourselves."
Hermione had her eyes glued on the boy she'd noticed earlier. He was sipping a beer, looking distracted and not even having noticed their appearance while the rest of the guys were falling over themselves trying to get their attention.
Portia, always the problem solver, noticed what was happening and pulled Hermione so that she was standing directly in front of the man. "My cousin Jean would fancy a drink and a dance. You look like you could go for both as well, here," she said, taking the guy's hand and putting Hermione's in his. "Now, off with the both of you."
Finally at last, those blue eyes were locked on Hermione and as he looked down at her, it seemed that whatever had been plaguing him had finally been cleared from his mind. A smirk pulled at the corner of his mouth and Hermione knew that she was blushing. She hoped that it would be dark enough that he couldn't see, but from the way his smile widened even more, she doubted it.
"Jean, is it?" He asked, doing as Portia had commanded, taking his hand and pulling her towards the dance floor, keeping her close to him. Leaning down so that his lips were next to her ear, he whispered, "I only hope you can keep up." Looking at his handsome face one last time before they began to dance, Hermione thought that she might very well be over Ronald already.
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Theo's mouth crashed against the Muggle girl's as they stumbled their way into the alley behind the club, they'd met in. His hands went to the top of the tiny dress she was wearing, tugging down the neckline to expose her small perky breasts.
"Jean," he moaned into her mouth, sucking his way down until his lips were on her neck, nipping at the sensitive skin making her squirm in his grip.
"Don't stop," she gasped, her dress ripping as she lifted her leg up to wrap it around his waist. "Gods, don't stop!" She begged, as she rubbed her wet core against Theo's thigh. "Fuck me, please, just, fuck!"
Theo didn't hesitate, releasing his cock just by unzipping his fly. It stood straight out in front of him. Taking hold of her leg and hiking it up further, Theo slid inside her in one movement. Fuck, she was tight. He didn't wait, just began thrusting, letting the alcohol coursing through his body dictate his actions.
Pumping in and out, Theo was encouraged by the whimpers and other soft moans that were coming from the woman in his arms.
Muggle or not, she was one of the most enchanting creatures that Theo had ever met. He was only a bit more than slightly disappointed that he was leaving for America the next afternoon. Not nearly enough that he would change his plans or even give her more information about himself. No, this woman would just have to be a pleasant memory for him to take with him as he went on with his life.
"Fuck, Alex!" Jean cried, using the name he had printed on his fake muggle identification, causing him to pause for a moment before remembering why she thought that was his name.
Theo kept thrusting into the woman, and when her cunt clamped down around his throbbing cock, he didn't hesitate to try and hold back. Jerking his hips, Theo let his seed spill into the woman, pumping every last drop and pushing it deep inside her.
When Theo was finally finished, his cock going limp and sliding from her, Theo released her and let her go of her leg. In their post coitus haze, Theo couldn't help but smile, leaning in and giving the girl a soft kiss against her swollen lips.
"That was fun," he murmured, pulling back, looking into the wide chocolate brown eyes that had attracted him. Her short straight dark blonde hair was sticking in every direction from their activities. Looking freshly fucked, Theo nearly wanted to continue their night, have another round with her in a bed perhaps, but he didn't want to make any more of a connection with her.
"Er, could I, I guess would you like me to walk you home?" He asked, not entirely sure what else he should do in a situation like this. It's not as if he'd made it a habit of having random shags in alleys behind bars with strange women.
"Oh, eh, no. That's alright, I can grab a cab," she told him, looking around and fixing her torn skirt so that it covered her thighs and her plump arse a bit more. "Well, goodnight, I guess," she said, brushing away a bit of fringe she had gotten into her eyes, and she began to walk away.
Theo stood watching her go, glancing over her shoulder only long enough to confirm he wasn't following, before hurrying back to the main road. Once she was gone, Theo couldn't help but let his mind wander to what his new life in America would bring him. And how his night out to celebrate his next new adventure had at least ended with him having a good fuck with a fit woman in an alley. He would take it as a good omen of things to come.
