Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy Hermione Granger/Theodore Nott
Characters: Hermione Granger Draco Malfoy Theodore Nott Ginny Weasley Harry Potter Padma Patil Ron Weasley Blaise Zabini Daphne Greengrass
Additional Tags: V Relationship Confusion Romantic Comedy Fluff Engagement Weddings POV Multiple Multiple Partners It's NOT infidelity
Summary: Hermione has been dating both Draco and Theo for years. They've kept it very downlow to avoid public scrutiny of their lifestyle, but they now are tired of hiding. While Hermione still doesn't engage in a lot of PDA with either of her boyfriends since she doesn't feel the need to share her personal business with anyone. After Draco makes a very public proposal, people are starting to make a lot of assumptions…
Notes: For Ceilidhchaos. In response to a prompt by Anonymous in the DreomioneFest2023 collection.
Prompt: Everyone else thinks that Hermione is in a love triangle and she (and her 2 boyfriends) are so confused at the comments people keep making to them.
Can be a "V" or include a Dreo relationship
Hermione Granger's Love Triangle that Wasn't Actually a Love Triangle at All
By: SarahFraser
"Draco, what are you–" Hermione gasped looking around the restaurant that they rarely went to without the rest of their friends or Theo in tow.
"Hermione Jean Granger," Hermione felt the tears welling up in her eyes already as she looked at one of the men who had managed to capture her heart over the last five years. "You are the sun that lights up my stars. Your heart, your soul, your mind, it all calls to me and inspires me to be a better person." Hermione didn't care that her mascara was most likely running down her face as she covered her mouth with her hands, openly crying despite her aversion to showing any sort of emotion in public.
"There isn't a world or a universe where I wouldn't be completely and utterly madly in love with you. I love you and the thought of not getting to spend eternity with you is unbearable. Please, make me the happiest man alive and do me the greatest honour of making me your husband."
Hermione couldn't even answer, instead dropping into Draco's lap, causing them to collapse into a heap on the floor. Without a sound, Hermione lifted her trembling left hand to him, and Draco slid a beautiful sapphire stone onto her ring finger.
"I still need an answer," Draco murmured into her curls, his straight white hair sticking up in every direction after Hermione had caused him to fall over. Though he didn't seem to mind his uncharacteristically dishevelled look as the man was beaming.
"Yes, a thousand times yes." Hermione cried into his chest; her face flushed with the emotions running through her. This was the beginning of a beautiful new chapter, and she couldn't wait to start it with him.
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The early morning sun shone in through the sheer curtains. A cool breeze tickled Theo's skin, but it didn't bother him in the slightest. Hermione curled up next to him was all the warmth he needed, and his heart soared with the feel of her in his arms.
"When's Draco going to be back?" Theo asked, pressing a kiss to his witch's temple as she laid in his arms. They were staying at Hermione's place that night since she wanted to sleep on Draco's pillow so she could smell his cologne. He'd been gone over a week at that point, and she was starting to worry about him.
"Not until Thursday, so I suppose we could go to dinner tonight if you wanted? There's that little Italian hole in the wall I was wanting to try out?" When she looked up at him with her big doe eyes, Theo knew that she could ask him for anything, and he'd give it to her. She was his weakness, not that he would ever even try to deny it.
"Whatever you want," he promised, kissing her on the nose before turning to look at the bedside clock. With a groan, Theo tightened his hold on Hermione before releasing her to extract himself from the bed. "I have an early meeting with that wanker, Pucey, so I'll have to disapparate instead of taking the floo."
"If he's such a wanker, why do you use him as your solicitor?" Hermione asked, sitting up in bed looking like a fucking vision. Her wild dark brown curls hung around her and her olive skin glowed. Maybe he didn't need to deal with his father's estate just yet…
The sight of Draco's ring on her finger only made Theo's cock even harder as he began to climb back into the bed. Theo took hold of the sheet and ripped it away from her body, causing the witch to yelp. "Theo! You have a meeting!" She protested, though it was halfhearted as she settled back, wrapping her legs around his waist after he'd slotted himself between her thighs.
"Like I said, he's a wanker. He can wait for me." Theo growled, rubbing his cock through her slick folds. "Fuck, look at how ready you always are for me."
"Always," Hermione replied just before Theo slid all the way inside. Her walls tightened around him, and Theo let out a groan, not caring a bit that the window was open and the people passing on the street could hear.
Theo pushed into Hermione, her body responding to his punishing pace as he thrust his pelvis against hers. Even though he knew he was going to be late, he didn't give a single fuck. Not with the sounds Hermione was making under him.
When she grabbed her breasts and began to play with her dark nipples, Theo knew that she was close. Reaching between them, Theo began to rub circles on her clit, wanting to feel her orgasm around his cock while he filled her.
"Just be a good girl and let go," he purred and that was all the encouragement she needed before she shattered with a scream that the neighbours would certainly hear.
Walking out of her little cottage and onto the street to disapparate, Theo gave a little wave to the Irish Gryffindor that lived across the street who was outside with his dog. Turning on his heels, Theo left Hermione's with a little pop, still smiling in his post-coitus state.
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"Hermione!" Hermione looked up from the report she'd been going over and smiled as she saw Ginny walking her way. Though, the smile slid from her face as her friend got closer, twisting her hands in front of her as if she were nervous about something.
"What's going on? Is everything alright? Did something happen? Are Draco and Harry–" Hermione asked, rounding her desk and meeting the red headed witch partway, not able to stay seated.
"What, no, nothing happened to them. Though, I still can't believe you waited to tell me about you and Malfoy until I saw your bloody engagement announcement in the paper."
Hermione let out a sigh, rolling her eyes. This was the third time in a month that Ginny had tried to reprimand Hermione over her choice of keeping her relationship status quiet. It wasn't that Hermione had been hiding her and Draco's relationship, she just hadn't felt the need to announce it to the world. She'd even gone out with Ginny, Harry, and Draco numerous times. It should have been fairly obvious that they were together.
"And I thought you were over it," Hermione commented, turning back to her desk. "Is that all you were needing to discuss, if so I am a bit busy."
"Well, it's just. I talked to Seamus." Ginny reached out, covering Hermione's hand, stilling her.
What the bloody hell did Seamus have to do with anything? Besides the fact that he lived in the house across the street from her, Hermione didn't regularly speak with him or had even seen him in recent years. He'd bought the Three Broomsticks and kept odd hours, so it wasn't as if she was actively avoiding him, just their schedules didn't line up.
"If you really are wanting to marry Draco, you need to cut the shit. Draco's going to find out and call off the engagement." Ginny warned, but before Hermione could ask her what the hell she was talking about, Ginny's phone rang. "Fuck, I've got to take this. I'll see you later."
As Ginny rushed off, talking quietly to whoever had called her, Hermione couldn't help but wonder what the bloody hell that was about…
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"She's getting married, you know." A voice said from next to him.
"I'm sorry?" Theo asked, looking up confused at someone he didn't recognise. "Do I know you?"
"Hermione, she's getting married and for whatever reason it seems that he makes her really happy. You need to stop sniffing around and find your own witch." The strange guy said, his face contorted in a way that made him appear even more hideous than he probably was.
"Of course, I know she's getting married," Theo said, rolling his eyes at the person as he stood and stretched his arms above his head, brushing his way past the wizard. "I am in the wedding party after all."
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Draco was laying on his uncomfortable travel cot that he was being forced to sleep on for this mission. Just one more night and he'd be home with Granger in his arms and bouncing on his cock. He smirked to himself at the vision his mind had created of her, riding him with her tits in his face.
Gods, he loved her tits.
"Just spit it out, Potter. I can feel your thoughts from over here and it's rather distracting from my current fantasy." Draco could hear Potter shuffling around the small space, making him even more irritated with the wizard.
"Potter…" Draco drawled when his partner didn't answer him.
"You might wanna have a chat with your best mate about him and Hermione." Well, that was…unexpected.
"What?" Draco asked, opening his eyes at last to look at the other wizard. Potter's hair was even more unruly than usual, sticking out in every direction like he'd been nervously running his fingers through his mop top. "What the fuck are you talking about?"
Blaise lived in fucking Italy and was married to Daphne. As far as he knew, the two of them didn't even interact with Hermione unless Draco initiated it.
"Just, talk to him. I'm not saying anything else, it's none of my business." Potter stated his tone stern as he swept from the room in a rush.
Well, what the fuck?
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"Do you really think this is going to work?" Hermione murmured into Draco's chest, not meeting his eye as she spoke. "I love you, but I love Theo too. I can't live without either of you."
"Hmm," Draco tugged on one of her curls that had come free from the bonnet she'd put on to get ready for bed. "Theo doesn't want to get married or have children, but I spoke to him before I asked you. He gave me his blessing, if he hadn't, I wouldn't have asked you to marry me."
"You did? He did?" Hermione asked, the surprise in her voice evident. "He didn't tell me that." Her eyes were wide, and Draco couldn't help himself but to tug her back against his chest.
"Theo wants you to have everything you desire, even if he can't give it to you. He's dedicated and committed to being the best long-term boyfriend and when the time comes, co-parent."
The look his witch was giving him made Draco want to rip her clothes from her body and worship her. The complete awe she was in at how much both Draco and Theo loved and adored her, made Draco want to shelter her from the world that had caused so much doubt to embed itself in her mind.
"Come here," Draco murmured, and Hermione didn't waste a moment sitting up and climbing into Draco's lap.
Once she was seated over his erection, Draco took in the sight of his fiancée straddling him. She was a damn Goddess, one that needed to be worshipped and he was more than happy to kneel at her altar. Her wide eyes roamed over his face, her need for him clearly written and he knew what he wanted to give her.
Flipping Hermione so that she was laid on her back, Draco took care in peeling down her pyjama shorts she was wearing and tossing them to the side. His tongue darted out of his mouth, wetting his lips as he took in the sight below him. Her perfectly trimmed pubic hair was just as curly and the same dark brown as the hair on her head that the world was allowed to see.
Lowering his mouth to her, Draco took care in licking her, tasting her arousal that was all for him tonight. Draco reached down between his legs, his cock aching with how hard he was. He released himself from his joggers, gripping himself and pumping his fist a few times to take the edge off.
Turning his attention to the woman panting and begging for him, Draco took his time, drinking in her sweet taste. Hermione squirmed, her needy body begging for him to move faster, but Draco had no desire to hurry this along. He wanted her a dripping and fumbling mess by the time he was done with her, and he had all night to keep her that way until he decided it was time for her to fall over the edge.
"Don't tease, Draco," Hermione groaned as Draco sucked down on her nub while sliding two fingers into her cunt.
"I don't tease, Granger," Draco growled into her, breathing her in. "I worship, now hold still and let me take care of you."
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"How's our witch doing with the wedding planning? Has Cissa driven her up a wall yet?" Theo smirked over the rim of his glass in Draco's direction as they sat together in a little hole in the wall muggle pub.
Part of what had made their relationships with Hermione work seamlessly had been when the boys had decided to also stay in touch with each other to make sure their witch was getting what she needed from them both. While they might not be the best of friends, they were still close in a way that only two blokes who were in love with the same woman could be.
"My mother is driving her mental. I was going to see if you could call Pansy back from France to help rein her in before one of them ends up being committed." Draco answered, taking a drink of his ale. "How have things with her been on your end? Have you been able to get her to talk to you at all? She clams up anytime I ask about the wedding, and I think it's because she doesn't want me to know she's been plotting my mother's demise."
"She has a list of ways to off your mother actually, scary things her mind comes up with."
Draco grimaced at the thought of what might be on said list. He was going to have to have a chat with his mother to lay off Hermione. Though it wasn't something he enjoyed doing, when he'd slipped that ring on Hermione's finger, he'd chosen her for life.
"I thought so," he mumbled. When Draco went to take another drink, he spotted one of Hermione's old Gryffindor buddies standing near the entrance. Draco thought the bloke was either a Muggleborn or a Half-blood with a muggle parent but couldn't remember. When the wizard spotted Draco and Theo sitting together, his eyes widened before turning and rushing from the pub.
"Say, there was one other thing I was going to ask you about." Draco said, remembering the strange cryptic message Potter had given him about Hermione and Blaise. When Theo waved his hand, Draco continued. "People have been being extra strange since Hermione and I got engaged. Has she said anything about it?"
"No, she's been more focused on if she could put a rose thorn through your mother's eye socket." Draco turned his full attention to the man he shared his witch with then, anything Potter had said fleeing from his mind. "You might want to have a talk with Cissa before we're planning a funeral instead of a wedding."
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"Is that Hermione having dinner with Theo Nott !?" Padma pulled on Ginny's arm as they tucked themselves out of sight in the small alley behind a little Italian place that Padma had insisted the baby was craving. "Seamus said that he saw Nott leaving her house while Draco was out on a mission, but to so blatantly go out on a date with him while her fiancé is playing Quidditch in the Auror league. This is…"
Padma ripped open her bag and pulled out a small camera and began to snap pictures of the pair sitting just beyond the glass blissfully unaware that their affair was about to become front page news. Ginny's mind was racing as she watched Hermione lean over the table and brush her lips over Theo's chin. Yes, they had a private booth, but they weren't even trying to be discreet.
"Padma, you can't publish this!" Ginny hissed, grabbing her sister-in-law's arm as she began to take down notes on what was happening between the couple. "It'll ruin Hermione!"
"If she was so worried about being ruined, she couldn't be flaunting her side piece in public. Now, trust me, I get it. Malfoy is fit, being all burly and that bloody hair and those eyes are to die for. And Nott, he's just fucking sexy, all those lean muscles and fucking wavy brown hair that makes you want to tangle your fingers in it."
Ginny pressed her lips together, wondering how likely it would be for Ron's wife to jump into bed with another man the way she was drooling over Malfoy and Nott.
"Get to the point, if you don't mind." Ginny deadpanned, fully annoyed with the witch.
"Hermione's only done it to herself, she got greedy," Padma explained with a slight shrug of her shoulder. When she turned back to take another photo, Ginny reached out and snatched the camera away, holding it up and breaking it into two pieces.
"You are not going to destroy my best friend's life for a story. I swear on my mother that if you even so much as think of writing such an article that you'll wish you'd never even looked at my brother twice and tied yourself into my family."
Padma's eyes widened with the threat and slowly began to nod her head in understanding. Her twin might have been a Gryffindor, but she surely was not. However, as Ginny looked back and saw Hermione and Theo engaged in a passionate snog at their private table, she couldn't help but wonder what her friend was thinking.
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"What do you think of this cake?" Hermione asked, shoving a fork full of the chocolate in Ginny's direction. "I think it might be too rich."
"It's a no," Ginny's face scrunched up caused Hermione to laugh as she pushed the sample away from her. Hermione busied herself with going over the notes they'd been making as they tried each sample the bakery had provided, not noticing when Ginny began to fidget in her seat.
When the other witch cleared her throat, Hermione looked up at her, waiting for her to continue while selecting the next test piece.
"You know, if you're having cold feet, it's not too late to back out."
The bite of cake was hovering at Hermione's mouth when her maid of honour finished her sentence, causing Hermione to drop her fork to the table with a clatter. Looking at her friend confused as to what she was talking about, Hermione let out a sigh. She knew Ginny was upset that she hadn't made some big public declaration of her relationships, but honestly this was starting to get ridiculous. She'd brought both Draco and Theo along to all sorts of events, and if people hadn't figured out that she was dating them, then that was their problem, not hers.
"No, Gin, I'm sure. I love Draco madly. I can't wait for the wedding and to start a family with him." Hermione stated, leaning back in her chair and crossing her arms over her chest. "There's not an ounce of me that is unsure about what I want in my future and it's him."
"If you say so…" Ginny trailed off, pulling another cake towards her and taking a bite. "Oh, this one is much better, here have a taste."
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"I can't believe they're actually going through with it," Weasley grumbled from nearby, but Potter waved him off to shut his trap before he could really get started. "Look, Nott is even the bloody best man."
"It's the talk of the town, even if someone won't let me publish the story." Weasley's wife said, and Pansy turned away from the couple to her fiancée, Gabrielle.
"Do you have any idea what they're going on about?" Pansy asked, keeping her voice low so that the morons wouldn't hear her. Why Granger had thought inviting the wonder idiots and their wives to her wedding was a good idea was still beyond Pansy's comprehension.
To her dismay, her witch only lifted a shoulder before turning her full attention back to the bonding ceremony happening in front of them. For such a monumental union, Granger had somehow managed to keep the event small and private. Only for close friends and family, much to Narcissa utter dismay.
Though, the mother of the groom was able to get her way with the reception and it was – even in Pansy's opinion – obnoxious. To be fair to Narcissa, she'd always allowed to spoil Draco completely rotten, therefore it was only fitting that she would manage to do so on his wedding day as well.
"Do you, Draco, promise to love, honour, and cherish Hermione, until your last breath?" The officiant asked, making the blonde wizard grin like a fool.
"Even longer than that," Draco promised, making Pansy gag.
"And do you, Hermione, promise to love, honour, and cherish Draco until your last breath?"
"I do," Granger was already nearly breathless, so it seemed that this union wouldn't be that terribly long.
"Draco, you may now kiss your bride." And with that Draco didn't waste a second taking hold of his witch and dipping her in the most dramatic fashion that was only fitting for the peacock of a man. Pansy rolled her eyes and half-heartedly clapped along with the rest of the crowd, her thoughts already to the champagne Narcissa would have for the reception.
"I cannot believe he's standing up there next to them!" Weasley's nosy wife hissed, sounding nearly offended. "What is he doing!?"
With this, Pansy looked back at the happy couple and this time actually smirked when her best friend pulled the blushing bride from her new husband's arms and planted a kiss right on her mouth. When his hands gripped her arse and squeezed, Pansy made a catcall, cheering him on.
Of course, Theo couldn't just let Draco have his day, but at least the groom didn't seem to mind. Pansy knew that each wizard made Granger's happiness a priority, and while at first she'd been sceptical, they somehow had made it work for the last five years. Having never seen Theo so blissfully happy and in love and loved in return, Pansy was thrilled for her friend.
"What the fuck is happening!?" Potter sputtered out, looking around, clearly confused. On her other side, Blaise and Daphne had heard the outburst and began to chuckle, loud enough to cause Narcissa to glare in their direction.
"Granger's been dating the two of them for years you idiots, they're all well aware of the dynamic of their relationship." Daphne explained, making Pansy turn her attention back to the buffoons she'd been forced to sit next to. "What did you think was going on?"
Potter, Weasley, and the Mrs. Weasley all looked completely baffled as Granger and Draco made their way back down the aisle with Theo shouting something about a villa in Greece at their retreating backs. The Weasley turned Potter chit was still standing at the altar, equally stunned by the events that had taken place as her husband and brother.
After a much longer pause than Pansy thought was really necessary, Weasley finally spoke, though he shouldn't have.
"You mean, they're like swingers?"
"No, you red haired unwanted useless lump. It's a V relationship with Granger as the apex. You really are as dumb as you look." With that, Pansy, Gabrielle, Blaise, and Daphne all stood and followed the happy couple and the bride's boyfriend into the manor where the party of the decade was to be held. With glee, Pansy couldn't wait to tell Theo about Hermione Granger's love triangle that wasn't actually a love triangle at all.