Chapter 12
Theo kept Hermione and Draco at his place for days. He broke them in over and over feeling happier and happier every minute. The reality was that Pucey and Zabini had driven out to Chicago to pick up Pansy and Fleur after they finished what he sent them there to do, before any of the Chicago families figured out what Theo had ordered and who was responsible. He really didn't care if they did, but they could come complain to him on his turf instead of theirs. While his trusted security was a little light, it was easier to stay at home, safer for Draco and Hermione too.
He stroked their hair as they slept; after what had happened to Cedric he couldn't be blamed for wanting to keep them safe. He would never allow anything to happen to something as treasured as they were ever again.
Lying naked in his bed, Hermione's curls were wild and tangled, Draco's hair was dark with sweat and plastered to his skin and Theo loved the way that both of them slept in complete exhaustion as he watched over them. They knew that he would keep them safe, his sweet pets. Theo pushed some of Draco's wet hair back off his forehead. Draco made a small sound in his sleep that made Theo smile. He was so delicate and special, his dragon. Theo traced the outline of his lips. Hermione's breasts were on display, the pretty piercings sparkling in the morning light, the sheets twisted around her legs, the pretty little blanket thief. He ran a finger over her nipple, enjoying the shiver that ran through her body involuntarily. She deserved spoiling, the pretty little thing. Perhaps he should buy her real diamonds for her nipple jewelry. Pansy probably knew where to get something like that.
He'd fucked them both for hours the night before, and despite as hard as he was, he knew that they needed their rest. He'd just watch them sleep and when they woke, he'd feed them and then make them both come for him for the rest of the day. He was going to make Hermione ride him for at least two orgasms and then have Draco make her come on his tongue while Theo took Draco from behind. He couldn't stop adding to his mental list of things that he wanted to do to them, with them, for them.
There could never be any doubt over who owned their pleasure.
They were his.
His dragon. His princess, so lost and needing someone to take care of her. His precious pets.
And no one would take them away from him. Ever.
If anyone tried, Theo would kill them. It would hardly be the first time that he had killed someone to ensure Draco's safety.
Speaking of which, he needed to make a call to one of his men at the prison. Lucius had probably just decided that Theo wasn't going to follow through on his threats. Therefore making it the perfect time to strike.
Theo smirked in satisfaction.
...
After four days in fornication and bliss with his little pets, Theo had to go to work.
Adrian and the girls were back and there was plenty of business that he had put off while he had his little hedonistic staycation. He kissed his dragon and princess goodbye, but they were so exhausted from the drunken sex games that they had played until the wee hours that neither so much as stirred. Theo had to physically pull himself away from them.
Zabini had taken a flight to visit his intended bride at her request, since apparently she was receiving an award for some research discovery and he was expected to turn up as her date to the formal dinner and ceremony. She'd given him a thirty-six hour notice. Luna already had Blaise by the balls, but Theo was pleased that their courtship was going so well. He wished Narcissa was alive to help him with the wedding planning, maybe he could get Fleur and Pansy to assist him.
There was an issue with Snape's quality control and he went to the lab to sort it out. The building was in a perfectly respectable section of the warehouse district and pretended to be a laboratory for sensory science, primarily food flavoring testing. In fact, Theo walked through the entire legitimate side of the laboratories, smiling at all the earnest graduate students in their lab coats. He was in his all black suit today because it hid blood better than any of his other color schemes.
He was perturbed with Snape. It wasn't the first time, but soon Theo hoped that it would be the last. The man was a genius at pharmaceuticals, but he was damned inconsistent. Theo required consistency in his products.
He opened the door to the man's office without knocking, Pansy following right behind him. He sat down in the seat across from Snape's desk without invitation and crossed his legs, steepling his fingers in a show of his annoyance at being pulled from his domestic bliss to deal with something as mundane as quality control.
The middle aged man, his black hair greasy and his black suit rumpled, looked up in surprise, but he really shouldn't have been surprised considering the results coming out of his little potions enterprise.
"Explain to me Severus," Theo drawled when the silence had dragged on for too long. "Why I shouldn't kill you? We have a very serious quality control issue. I don't want meth in my pills. I want them all to be gorgeous when the bougie little fucks use their test pure kits. Or if you cut it, it needs to be with something fucking experimental that doesnt show up and also doesn't fucking kill people." Theo's voice was calm, but his intent was clear. Severus was aware that he was on thin ice and said nothing, merely looking at Theo in apprehension. Severus had been Slughorn's assistant when Theo had put a bullet between the old man's eyes when he'd taken over all these operations after Nott Sr had met his sticky end. Snape had seen Slughorn's pitious mewling before his end. Theo didn't do mercy when it was time for someone to face the consequences. And Slughorn had only been stealing a tiny amount of pills to give to social connections, but theft was theft.
And poor quality work was poor quality work. Theo didn't fire his substandard employees. The end of their employment tended to involve blood and pain and on more than one occasion actual fire, because Pucey needed his perks. Adrian was anything but substandard.
"Dead customers don't buy more pills," Theo continued, annoyance bleeding into his voice. "I could get a new chemist."
That comment spurred Snape to speak with indignation. "You won't find another one as good as me, Nott."
Theo nodded, all the while knowing that Luna would soon to be back home. Once she was dialed into everything that the labs were making, he was going to put a bullet hole in Snape so big that Adrian could drive the town car through it.
"You are hardly inspiring confidence at the moment, Severus. Whatever the problem is in the laboratory I need it fixed. If I get any more reports that the pills are cut from primary distribution you will not like what I do to you. I'm going to look over the lab before I leave."
"Please don't kill any of the lab techs," Snape commanded as though he was in charge here. "They are difficult to replace."
Theo nodded to Snape, stood and exited the room, his leather shoes snapping against the tile, his dissatisfaction clear.
Pansy followed behind Theo and was very annoyed to realize that Severus Snape had followed after them. As they entered into one of the laboratories, Snape opened the door for her his foul breath coming close to her and causing her to grimace.
"Miss Parkinson, are you still seeing Miss Delacour? You are simply far too pretty to be a lesbian," Snape leered at her. "I still believe you simply haven't been with the right man. I can fix that problem for you."
Turning to face him, Pansy put a hand on the hilt of one of her throwing knives and considered putting it right through his eye. "You can't fuck me straight," Pansy hissed. "If I was going to go for a man, it would be Theo."
"You just need a good deep dicking," Snape continued as though Pansy hadn't spoken.
"No thanks, my girlfriend pegs me just fine," Pansy moved quickly to catch up with Theo, ignoring the dirty man sputtering in her wake. Theo was heading out the main doors into the legitimate side of the lab and Pansy doubled her pace so that she wasn't left entirely behind. Theo seemed to have forgotten she was even with him, he was so lost in thought.
"Asshole," Pansy cursed under her breath as she slammed the door to the outside world open.
"What was that?" Theo turned to look at her in confusion from where he was waiting, just outside the door, lighting a cigarette with a look of irritation on his face.
"Theo, he's an absolute pig. Someday you better let me put a bullet in his gut. I really want him to suffer." She'd prefer a more up close and personal kill, something where his blood would splatter the room. The worthless piece of shit.
"I'll take it under advisement, Pans." Theo took a long drag of his cigarette and looked at her. "It took a great deal of restraint not to end his tenure here today. Come on, let's go."
Adrian was polishing the town car while Fleur looked like she was admiring his physique, but Pansy was aware that she was watching the surrounding rooftops for the telltale flash of other people's sniper scopes. Her constant vigilance was one of the things that Pansy loved about her wife the most.
She kissed Fleur hard as soon as she got to her, arms twining around each other's waists.
"God I fucking hate him," Pansy sighed, whispering into her wife's ear as Theo spoke to Adrian behind them.
Beautiful, perfect Fleur knew exactly who Pansy was speaking about immediately. She pulled Pansy in even closer, her French accent coming on stronger as she confessed, "If I ever get the fucking opportunity, I am going to fucking kill his ass, even if I do not have permission from Theo. He likes me better and will forgive me, I think. Snape est un tel connard."
Pansy laughed and kissed her wife hard. She couldn't imagine life without her.
...
Draco was still asleep in bed when Theo returned, but there was no sign of Hermione in the bedroom or the adjoining bathroom. He didn't think she would leave the property without telling anyone and he hadn't gotten any perimeter alerts. He's had a couple guys stationed outside the gates but no one had reported anything happening that shouldn't have. She couldn't have left without one of them seeing her.
He found her in the kitchen with a cup of tea in her hand, staring off into space. She was in one of the pretty vintage nightgowns that he'd gotten for her and kept in a drawer in his room. The black silk strap was low on her shoulder and he couldn't wait to taste her throat.
"Hermione?" Theo called her name, but she didn't respond. He came up behind her and ran his hands lightly down her arms and placed a soft kiss on her neck.
She withdrew from his touch and it made him feel empty. He hated the feeling.
"What's the matter?" Theo asked her in concern.
"I can't find my cell phone anywhere and we have been here for days. I was just thinking that I should probably head back over to Draco's parents and try to find my phone. My friends back home are probably worried and …" she trailed off, still not meeting Theo's eyes.
"Hermione, do you want to leave? Is that what you are trying to do?" Theo asked, turning her toward him so he could run his thumb over her lower lip, she'd been chewing it; it was swollen and bloody. Theo touched her blood with appreciation for how delicate she was, how easily she could bleed.
"Are Draco and I not keeping you happy? Are we not taking care of you properly?"
She shook her head in denial, but Theo could see in her eyes that she was conflicted and overwhelmed. This is exactly why he hadn't wanted to go to work. If he had woken her up this morning with his cock between her legs and drowned her in kisses then she wouldn't be awash in doubt right now.
Her phone was turned off with the battery out of it upstairs inside one of the myriad safes he had hidden around his house. He'd been periodically turning it on and responding to her texts for her. Most recently he'd sent a picture Fleur had taken to a "Gin P" that was apparently Harry's wife. It was of Hermione on the beach in one of Pansy's barely there bikinis. The other woman had responded with: "I'm so jealous, you bitch." He had a smashed phone that was identical to hers that he would sit out in the driveway at Malfoy Manor, so she could think that she dropped it and someone ran it over. He'd copied all the data prior to taking the phone, so if she did manage to resurrect it, then she would have no reason to believe anyone from her old life was concerned about her.
She needed to learn that everything she needed was right here. She wasn't going anywhere.
"I don't want to leave Theo," Hermione shook her head. "I just need my phone, I haven't checked in for nearly a week and Harry and Ron can get a little overprotective and I wouldn't put it past them to show up here unnecessarily."
The very thought gave Theo malicious joy, he'd love that. They'd never be a problem again if they showed up on his doorstep unannounced because he would deal with them permanently. He took her mug out of her hands and set it aside.
"Not that either of them have the kind of money to fly to America on a whim," Hermione admitted, still not meeting Theo's eyes, and not admitting that she really didn't have the money to fly back to London and afford to attend class and eat for the next year. But Theo knew, he probably had a better understanding of the financial bind she was in than she herself did.
"Are you worried what they would think of you, Hermione? If they found out how you like two men to fuck you mindless?" She gasped as he gripped her hair, wrapping the wild curls around his fist and tilted her face towards him. "Are they too dull to even understand what we can do to you? How you like to drown in pleasure until you soak the bed?"
Hermione whimpered and he captured her lips with his, stepping forward and coaxing her to wrap her legs around his waist. He was rough with her, possessive. He knew he was going to leave bruises, but he didn't care. She didn't care either. The woman was on fire in his arms. Theo was sure she was dripping.
He lifted her up, holding her ass as her legs tightened around him and her arms wrapped around his neck. He carried her up the stairs to his bedroom and wished that the playroom he was planning to make was done. She needed to be punished for thinking about leaving. He dropped her onto the bed next to Draco who was still sleeping, he only murmured in his sleep. Theo wondered if Draco had gotten up in the night and taken his Ambien. Their shared childhoods had left Theo full of rage and violence and had left Draco full of nightmares. Draco was just too sweet for the world.
"On your hands and knees, my pretty little slut," Theo murmured, as he shoved the bottom of her nightgown up her back, exposing her perfect pussy already dripping. "You were naughty earlier, thinking about other men who don't even take care of you, and now I'm going to need to give you a little spanking. Don't you want to learn to be a good girl?" Theo's hand stroked over her ass cheeks, but Hermione's only answer was a desperate moan.
His hand connected with her ass cheek with a hard smack, leaving a hot red hand print when he pulled his away.
"What was that Hermione?" Theo sighed. "I couldn't hear you. Are you ready to be a good girl?" Theo smacked her on her damp pussy lips and she screamed her body shuddering, her arms shaking as though she struggled to hold up her own weight.
"Fuck, Theo, please. I'll be a good girl. I'll let you and Draco take care of me. You do take such good care of me. Please Theo, please fuck me," Hermione cried desperately when he spanked her ass cheek again in the same spot. "Please!"
Theo pushed his pants down to free his cock.
"As my princess wishes," Theo couldn't bite back his own moan as he slid deep into her, the force of his thrusts and continued spanking finally distracting her from all her ideas about leaving. The sounds coming out of her now all bliss and none of the abhorrent doubt that he had heard before.
Hermione was never going to try to leave again if Theo had anything to say about it.
She was going to accept her place was here with him and Draco.
He was going to make sure of it.
