Chapter 6: The Leaky Cauldron
17th August 2002
It had been a month since Theo had returned from America and Draco couldn't help himself but stare every time he was near the man. His cock always ached when he laid eyes on the ox of a man that Theo had become. The tattoos that covered his thick arms and the way he looked with a full beard was mouthwatering.
"What are you thinking about?" Granger asked, sipping whatever fruity cocktail Lady Longbottom had made for his witch.
"Theo," Draco answered truthfully. After being with her for three years she'd see right through any lies he told, so he did nothing to hide his desire for the man.
It had been a bit of a learning curve being able to be so open and honest in a relationship, but anything he told Granger, she'd never passed judgement on him for. It was just another thing about her that made him love her more than his next breath.
"Is he stirring up old feelings? I know you have a lot of unresolved emotions where he's concerned." Granger reached a handout to cover his that was resting on the table. Draco nodded his response, taking a sip of his firewhisky, hissing at the burn of the low-quality shit the lady kept on hand and had given him.
Again, Draco was grateful for the witch sitting next to him at the bar. When he'd told Astoria that he was bisexual, she'd been so appalled that she'd broken things off with him on the spot and they hadn't spoken since. When he'd one night drunkenly confessed to Hermione that he was not only bi, but also had been harbouring feelings for an old friend, he'd expected her to jump away in disgust and leave him, taking Ellie with her. Instead, she'd wrapped her arms around him and told him that she was in love with him, the first time she'd ever told him so.
Despite the closure he desperately needed from Theo – which was hard to get when the two of them hadn't spoken since Theo had left his home right before going to America – he'd been able to build a life he loved with Granger.
There was no one else who Draco wanted to share his life with other than Granger and his precious Ellie. Now that he had completed his potions mastery, Draco was ready to jump all in with them. The ring he carried around felt heavier by the day as he waited for the perfect opportunity to ask his witch a question, but she was worth it.
With his mind wandering to his own wedding and how he longed to add a few blonde curly haired children to their family, Draco was startled out of those thoughts when Granger nudged his arm. "Speak of the devil and he shall appear," she whispered, making Draco look at her as if she were mad. Her and her strange muggle phrases she still said, even though Draco had no idea what most of them meant.
Rolling her eyes at him, Granger nodded towards the door, Draco's eyes widened in shock as he took in the newcomers to the pub. Theo was there, along with Pucey, Flint, and Wood. Not surprisingly, Astoria wasn't with her boyfriend when his best mate and the man's boyfriend, Wood, were invited. Letting his gaze hold steady on Theo, Draco felt the butterflies in his stomach start to stir and his breathing to come in heavier as he took in Theo.
He was wearing muggle jeans that hugged his muscular thighs, nothing like how he'd been four years ago. He had his hair pulled back into a bun at the apex of his head, a few curly strands framing his face. And Merlin help him, those arms were as thick as tree trunks. His deep blue eyes took in the tavern, as if he were searching for someone lucky enough to get lost in them for the evening.
"I have absolutely no idea how I don't remember him from school," Granger commented, downing the rest of her drink before waving over Hannah for a refill. "He's fit, not that you aren't fit, but I'll admit I understand why he's haunted you for four years."
"I told you; he looks completely different now. He was really thin, kept his hair short," Draco told her, not even sparing his witch a glance. Oddly, hearing the way she complimented Theo didn't stir up any jealousy that it normally would have in him, instead he just felt even more aroused. The thought of Granger and Theo together stirred up feelings inside Draco that he wasn't entirely prepared to analyse further. "He looks nothing like he did in school. It's really not surprising you don't remember him; he was also rather quiet and kept to himself."
"I'm going to go say hello," Draco choked on his drink at her words as he looked at his witch hopping down from her stool, stumbling slightly on the landing, though managing to not spill a drop. "He looks lonely."
"He's with three other blokes," Draco pointed out, gesturing towards the group.
"Exactly, needs a woman's touch, I'll be right back," Granger stated, ducking out of Draco's grasp just as he went to try and stop her. Infuriating witch just didn't know when to mind her own business. Though as Draco watched her hips swaying, the excitement in his chest began to grow, eager at what the night might now have in store for them.
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"Hello boys, what a lovely surprise to find you all out and about," Hermione greeted, the alcohol in her system spurring her on to speak so boldly to four men she really didn't know. "Oliver, how is that Quidditch career going? Splendid, I'm sure." Though, Hermione didn't even look in Oliver's direction, she truly could care less about Qudditch. The only thing she had her sights set on was Theo.
"I actually just got moved to starting keeper, if you'll believe it," her old house mate said, but Hermione was only half listening. The only thing about the sport she appreciated was the broom thighs, and from the looks of things, Theo was an excellent flyer.
"That's wonderful," Hermione told him, still undressing Theo with her eyes. She wasn't even attempting to hide it and the hooded look Theo was giving her screamed that he'd noticed. "How about the rest of you? I do apologise, I'm not completely certain what it is that the rest of you do for work."
"I'm a beater, on the same team as Ollie," Flint said, Hermione nodded, wondering if Theo's cock would be as long and heavy as the rest of him was. Her tongue darted out of her mouth and wet her lips as she craved to taste him.
"I'm a solicitor, I specialise in family court," Pucey answered, though he didn't seem as enthusiastic about his answer. Godric, how had she not noticed that Theo had his septum pierced before now? Probably because she'd done her darndest to avoid staring at him for too long.
"And you, Theodore?" Hermione nearly purred, letting her lips wrap around the straw sticking out of her glass. "What is it you do for a living? From my understanding you just completed your charms mastery, that must have opened so many doors for you." She was leaning in so that her chest brushed against his forearm, and a moan nearly slipped from her. Circe, the muscles there were mouthwatering too. He was built like a fucking Greek God and from the way he was taking her in, he knew it too.
Smirking at the way Hermione was handling herself, Theo leaned in. His lips brushed against her ear as he spoke low enough so that only she could hear. "Aren't you spoken for, witch?" He was so close to her that the cinnamon scent from firewhisky mixed with clove cigarettes on his breath had her fluttering shut while she breathed him in.
"I am, but for you, he's willing to share." Hermione assured Theo, her breath on his ear, meeting his gaze and losing herself in those ocean blues.
She could hear the other three wizards making their excuses and leaving the pair, but Hermione didn't give them a second thought. She had new plans for the night, and the entourage was not invited to join.
"Is that so," Theo smirked at her, his glazed eyes looking over the top of her head to where Draco was sitting. "Do you think your witch enough for both of us?" He asked, his eyes wandering her body as he moved in even closer.
"I think the real question is," Hermione shivered as Draco's baritone voice came from behind her. "Are you wizard enough for us?"
Hermione didn't turn to look at her boyfriend, instead she kept her gaze locked on Theo. Watching as his tongue darted out to wet his lips, he looked first over the top of her head at Draco and then down at her.
"I should be able to keep up," he said with a wink that had her knickers soaked through.
A throat from behind the bar cleared as Hannah Longbottom dropped a key to the utility closet on the bar top. Hermione's smile widened as she nodded towards her friend who continued on her way with a rag to help customers.
"If you wouldn't mind, I ran out of dish soap." Hannah gestured towards her sink when she was about halfway down the bar top.
"No problem at all," Hermione told the old Hufflepuff, taking the keys in one hand and Theo's arm with her other. "We'll be right back."
Going down the small dimly lit hall, Hermione stuck the key in the lock, with the door easily opening after. Pulling Theo in behind her, she didn't doubt for a second that Draco had taken the opportunity to follow.
It seemed that Theo was a bit stunned by what was happening, looking around at the towering shelves, stocked with everything the bar and inn would need to run smoothly. Hermione could see Draco's hair bright in the dim space, just behind Theo.
Her chest heaving, Hermione began to slowly unbutton her top, not taking her eyes off the wizards in front of her. Draco had attached his lips to Theo's neck, kissing and sucking on the exposed skin while Theo gave throaty moans.
With her blouse discarded on the floor, Hermione reached behind her, releasing her bra and tossing that to the side as well. Dropping to her knees, Hermione kept her eyes locked on Draco and Theo as the men began to kiss above her, the heat and the sexual tension between them making Hermione even more aroused.
With her hands at Theo's belt, she paused when he broke away from Draco to look down at her. His chest was heaving, the bulge of his muscles clear through his tight shirt. A nod to her was all the encouragement she needed, and Hermione had his cock freed and, in her mouth, only moments later.
Theo hissed with approval as her lips wrapped around him before he turned his attention back to Draco beside him. Hermione didn't hesitate, never taking her eyes off the men as she reached over to release Draco's penis as well. She knew him well, and exactly how to please him.
She wrapped her hand around him and began to pump, even though he was already hard and throbbing. Pulling him closer to her, Hermione released Theo, to suck on Draco's tip, licking up the pre cum that was there, humming in delight over the taste of him.
"Holy fuck," she heard Theo sputter, as she jumped between both men.
Closing her eyes to focus on her task, Hermione moaned when she felt Draco thread his fingers through her hair and pull. Hermione opened her eyes and locked on Draco's silver ones watching her with her lips wrapped around Theo's cock as she bobbed her head.
"Come here," he commanded. Hermione quickly jumped up, shucking her skirt off, tossing it to the side. "What do you need?" He asked, nipping her ear as he pulled her off the ground.
Hermione wrapped her legs around Draco's waist, feeling his cock nudging at her entrance. Theo's bare torso was pressed against her back, the rippling muscles making her cunt clench at the thought of having them both.
"Both, please," she begged, squirming in Draco's grasp.
"Whatever the lady wishes," Theo answered against her collarbone.
A wave of his hand had Hermione gasping at the cool feel of a lubrication charm being applied to her rear. Draco didn't wait, sliding home into her familiar warmth while Theo began to prepare her with his fingers.
"Oh fuck," Hermione groaned. She chased her release, impaling herself on Draco as she began getting closer to coming to that edge. Theo's thick fingers only intensified her thirst for them, and she knew that she'd reach her pleasure many times that night.
When she felt Theo's cock begin to inch inside her, Draco's breathing got heavy at the feel of Theo entering her. He stopped his thrusts as he waited for Theo to fully seat himself, both enjoying the feeling and not wanting to harm his witch. Hermione was nearly in tears at just how full she felt with both men bottomed out inside her. Her body trembling with desire, so close to coming, yet it was still just out of reach.
"Move," she begged them, "please." She added, always remembering her manners.
When both men began to move, it only took a few moments before they found their rhythm. They moved in sync with each other as if they'd done this hundreds of times before. It kept Hermione at a point that she never came down from the very tip of ecstasy. Her screams of euphoria muffled as she bit down on Draco's shoulder. With her body trembling, Hermione knew that she was close. And when her orgasm finally hit, the room went dark.
"Granger," she heard Draco saying, but when Hermione blinked open her eyes, she was surprised to find that he had her cradled in his arms instead of her legs wrapped around him.
"What happened?" she asked, looking around the Leaky's utility closet. "Oh bugger, did I pass out again?"
"Yeah, you went all limp." Theo said from beside Draco, Hermione only noticing him for the first time. "Wait, again, you mean this is something that has happened before."
Draco chuckled as Hermione's face turned red at the comment.
"If she's edged too much she passes out." Draco informed Theo, who only nodded as if it made perfect sense. "So, what do you say, shall we take this back to our place?" Draco asked, pulling out his wand.
"Absolutely," Hermione eagerly agreed, looping her arms around the back of Draco's neck. The couple looked over to Theo, the silent invitation there for him to take. He bit his bottom lip before finally nodding his head in agreement.
The night was early, the trio had a lot more fun to be had.
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"Mummy! James said shit!" A very high-pitched voice screamed filled the room as a door smashed open. Something about the size of a small dog or a very large cat jumped on top of Theo's chest causing the air to rush from his lungs.
"What the fuck?" He muttered, blinking and looking around to see what creature was attacking him.
"Eleanor Cassandra!" A woman scolded from the bed beside him. "You are to knock before you enter a door that is shut, now out with you! Mummy will be there in just a moment and don't say that word."
The fog of sleep began to clear as Theo tried to make sense of what was happening and where he was. He must have had more to drink the night before than he'd realised…
"But mummy!" the little voice continued. Theo rubbed a hand to his eyes, surely he was hallucinating. When his eyes cracked open Theo had to squint against the bright rays of sunlight filling the room.
"Eleanor, scoot. Mummy will be there shortly," Theo looked to his side to see Granger holding a child in her lap. "Tell Aunty Pansy to start coffee and get the potions out."
The little girl stuck her bottom lip all the way out and sniffled before climbing back off the bed. A knee going into Theo's stomach again, and pushing the wind from his lungs. The girl obviously hadn't noticed him as she stomped out of the room, leaving the door wide open.
As he watched her march away, what Granger had been referring to the kid as finally registered in Theo's mind. Eleanor… It couldn't be…
Theo sat up in the bed, startling Granger as she squeaked with surprise at the sudden movement. On her other side, Draco continued to sleep peacefully, completely unaware of the world around him.
"What did you call that?"
"Ellie?" Granger asked, looking at the open door and then back at Theo. "You've met her, she's my daughter. I'm terribly sorry about that, we're still learning about boundaries."
"No, no, what did you just call her?" The panic in his chest was beginning to sink in. There was no fucking way his heir was Granger's kid. That would be impossible. He'd never even spoken to the witch until last month and he'd certainly remember if he'd ever slept with the Golden Girl before last night.
"Oh, um, Eleanor Cassandra?" Granger replied, now giving Theo a questioning look. "Is everything alright? I thought you knew we had a child."
Funny choice of words.
"Yes, it's just, that's a beautiful name. How did you come up with it?" My mother's name is her child's secondary name…
"I would have thought Draco would have used Lyra or Cassiopeia for his daughter's name. You know, Black family tradition." Theo was searching for information as he desperately attempted to stay calm. This was Draco's daughter, not his. Draco just happened to have a daughter with the exact same name as his heir. Common name. Huge coincidence.
"Oh, well, you see, she's not biologically his." Granger explained, her face going red while Theo's stomach dropped. Her irritation at his reaction was clear, but Granger continued. "Her father is a Muggle I met in a bar right before I went back to Hogwarts. It was a…well, you remember how it was after the war. Lots of drinking, lots of doing anything to escape."
"Have you ever tried to track him down?" Theo's heart raced, because if this muggle man was in Scotland or something he was in the clear. Anywhere but Muggle London.
"Oh, well no. London is a big city. I can't exactly remember what he even looked like beyond being a bit thin and wiry." Granger said, her brow raised.
"You never went back to the bar? To see if he might be there again?"
"My cousin did, a few times after I found out. But, the bloke was never there. I don't even know why I'm explaining myself to you." Granger's famous temper was starting to rise to dangerous levels. Theo, however, was more concerned about where his search for his missing heir was going to begin.
"What, do you suggest I should have put an ad in the paper?" Granger snapped, when Theo said nothing. She was now full on the defensive, and Theo couldn't blame her. He was just too stunned to string together any thoughts. "Yes, hello stranger man. We shagged in the alley behind Phonox in August of 1998. Mind giving me a ring, I have something that belongs to you?" She was shouting now, but Theo thought he was going to get sick right here in her bed – and it had nothing to do with his hangover.
Theo's head began to spin as he looked at Granger. It couldn't be… he thought as he rolled out of the bed and stumbled around the room gathering his clothes, throwing them on quickly.
"I've got to go," he explained, not able to look back at Granger. His mind was racing, what were the odds… Theo glanced at the bed, just as he saw Draco begin to stir.
He had to get out of there.
Yanking his shirt over his head, Theo threw open the bedroom door and ran from the room and down the stairs.
As his feet hit the landing, a little ball of hair ran smack into his legs. On reflex, Theo looked down at the tiny child. Her bright blue eyes looked up at him, studying his face.
She has my eyes… he thought as she squinted in his direction. The shy child she'd been on the street was gone, replaced with this curious one as she looked up at him.
"Ellie, what are you– Theo?" He heard his name and looked up to find Pansy, walking into the room holding the hand of a little boy with messy red hair.
Without a word to the witch, Theo took one last look at the little girl – Ellie – and then scurried out the front door. Stepping onto the porch, Theo didn't look around to check Granger's neighbourhood to make sure it was safe before he disapparated.
