Chapter 4: Wildest Dreams

Summary: NSFW & If you haven't already re-read the first few chapters, they were recently updated.

It had been just over a week since Hermione had slept with Draco, and it seemed that Ron was none the wiser to her indiscretion. Though, that could also be because he'd been so busy trying to sort out his future with the ministry – apparently Harry had pulled him aside to discuss if this was really what he wanted to do the evening before after another failed attempt at being reinstated.

"You should have heard him, Mione." Ron ranted as she rolled her eyes behind his back, scooping another bite of egg into Rose's mouth. "He actually asked me if I was truly happy with my position! As if Harry gives a damn about anyone's happiness but his own. Bloody wanker." Ron scoffed, and Hermione was even more irritated than she'd already been with him, and it was only seven in the morning.

"Poor way to speak about the Godfather of your child, don't you think? Also, it doesn't sound like he's being malicious at all, just asking you as a concerned boss wanting the best for your future and his department. As much as this will surprise you, Harry and Ginny's relationship ending doesn't involve you in the slightest." Hermione said with a chipper tone that didn't match her words as she made faces to encourage Rose to open her mouth for another bite of her breakfast.

"Who he is has completely changed, ever since he got into bed with that snake ." Ron spat the word as if it left a sour taste in his mouth. "That bloody woman, she was willing to hand him over to You-Know-Who, and yet that's who he sided with after everything my family had done for him!"

"Oh please," Hermione turned in her seat so that she was looking at Ron bent forwards while shovelling his full English into his mouth. "Pansy was a scared seventeen-year-old girl who was worried about having to go and fight against her father. Plus, you complain about snakes, yet your brother-in-law is a former Slytherin, who I feel I ought to remind you, had Ginny up the duff a good two months before her engagement to Harry ended." Ron's piece of bacon paused midway to his mouth as he made eye contact with Hermione, his glare equal to her own.

"You and I both knew that a lovely Harry - Ginny marriage was never going to last. The only reason either of them entertained it for as long as they did was because your mother pushed for it and they both wanted to make her happy. Losing the notoriety of having The-Chosen-One as her son-in-law was so appealing that she never stopped to see that both of them were miserable in a relationship and would have been better off as friends."

Ron adjusted in his chair as he sat up straight, causing his back to crack with the movement while he continued to shoot daggers in her direction. A bit of grease at the corner of his mouth was too much of a distraction for Hermione to keep eye contact with her boyfriend.

Hermione dabbed her own mouth with her napkin and cleared her throat, her train of thought straying as she took in the dishevelled appearance of the man across from her. His red hair was a bit longer than was standard Auror protocol, but Ron never did think rules needed to apply to him. It was shaggy, though thankfully not nearly as bad as it had been in their fourth year. He'd let himself go, despite having a physically demanding job that even had paid time for fitness and training to keep in top shape. It wasn't that he wasn't not attractive with his bright blue eyes and the freckles, if he hadn't been Hermione would never have entertained romance with him. Just, he was no longer her type, or there was a possibility that her type had changed.

"You know what," Ron said, standing up, leaving his half finished breakfast at the table for her to clear away as he gathered his things. "I promised George that I'd stop by this morning to help him with end of month inventory." Hermione didn't move or even open her mouth to try and stop Ron as he finished slipping on his trainers and grabbed his rucksack. He gave her one last look and when Hermione still said nothing, Ron scoffed leaning past her to kiss Rose on the cheek causing the baby to squeal with glee before walking into their sitting room and leaving via the fireplace.

At least he wasn't a terrible or thoughtless father. Passive when it came to his mother and how she spoke about Rose, but otherwise, he really wasn't half bad.

With her morning now free of Ron and her having the day off, Hermione felt no rush to leave the tiny townhouse despite the fact that she despised the place. It was the best that she and Ron could afford under their circumstances, but still she loathed the damn place. If she didn't value having a savings, she knew they could afford better, however, she wasn't about to get herself even more stuck with Ronald Weasley by not being financially secure in her own right.

The neighbours were loud and had dogs that barked at all hours of the night. The noise could be heard through the silencing wards that were often broken by the outbursts of magic from the couple's two young children. Warming charms often had to be utilised since the unit was run by a wizard and Merlin forbid a wizarding rental company from using a modern heating system to warm the entire home instead of just hoping that a fireplace would suffice.

The bedrooms were cramped, and the single bathroom was so small that it couldn't even house a bathtub, only a standing shower that made bathing Rose difficult. The walls often shook when cars passed by on the muggle side of the houses and every day Hermione would open her window to look out at the view of a brick wall across the alley.

Truly, there was little to be desired of the place.

Though, even as much as she hated her home, Hermione still bustled about cleaning and tidying the small space. The single sitting room that doubled as Rose's play room was quickly sorted, toys flying across the room into their homes making the baby giggle and clap. The dishes were done with a flick of her wand, even though Hermione preferred to usually do them by hand she just didn't have it in her today.

A few more chores were done – things that Ron just assumed happened by magic and not because Hermione put in an effort to keep things organised – and then Hermione found herself and Rose walking out the door and onto the muggle side of the townhouse. One of the only appealing things about this place was the small attractive park that was located only a few blocks away.

With Rose comfortably in her pram, Hermione put her headphones on over her ears and took off at a steady jog. With the portable cassette player in her pocket, Hermione listening to the Queen's tape she'd gotten from her parents the Christmas before she'd obliviated herself from their memories.

Taking the longer route to the playground, Hermione could feel the sweat beading at her forehead and her legs throbbing with the pace she was keeping. It was just about three kilometers going this way instead of the more direct route and after the morning she'd had with Ron she'd thought the extra distance might do her some good.

Finally, Hermione came to a stop in front of the small playground that only had a few swings and a couple small slides that were just perfect for babies and toddlers. Dropping the headphones around her neck, Hermione smiled as she lifted a wide eyed Rose from the contraption, reaching towards the swings.

"Yes, alright, we'll let you have a go," Hermione told her daughter as she carried the girl over to the equipment.

A scream of joy pierced Hermione's ears and she could help but let out her own laugh as she watched Rose's expressions as she was pushed back and forth. The weightlessness that the girl was feeling and the wind rushing through her curls hanging around her shoulders and then in the next moment blowing in her face. It was such a simple act, yet the delight that filled the mother and daughter was unmatched.

"Granger?" An unexpected voice called out, causing Hermione to whirl around and face two wizards and their son who appeared sorely out of place in this low income neighbourhood.

"Malfoy, Nott," Hermione clipped the greeting, wondering what in the world they were doing here. Turning sideways so that she could continue to push Rose on the swing without interruption. "What pray tell are you doing here?" While Draco seemed confused by her question, Nott – on the other hand – seemed completely calm and nearly emotionless. Nearly, meaning his eye twitched when Hermione met his gaze.

"Theo, er, he stopped by and suggested that we go for a drive in Muggle London. He pointed out this park and stopping to let Scorpius out to play." Draco stumbled over his words, seemingly not aware that Hermione had not only met Nott, but also had interactions with on multiple occasions.

"Hm," Hermione hummed, turning her full attention back to Rose who was now squirming and ready to get out. "Well, I hope the two of you enjoy your time at the park." She moved to walk past the men, but Draco held a hand out to grasp her arm.

She looked at the offending hand, the one that should have been housing his wedding ring, but she noted that the band was missing. "Hermione, would it be possible for us to talk?" He asked, his voice low.

"I don't entirely know what we need to speak about," Hermione answered, though not moving away from her co-worker.

"Hermione…" Draco growled, causing Hermione to look into those stormy grey eyes that she seemed to find herself being lost in ever since their activities. It was a contributing factor as to why she'd been avoiding him, despite knowing that this was wrong, Hermione couldn't help herself wanting to get wrapped even more in him and his world.

"It was a miscalculation. We were drunk–"

"I wasn't that drunk."

Any argument that she was about to formulate came to a halt as she searched his face for the lie. She'd been sitting with him, drinking shot after shot of firewhisky, enjoying the burn and the freedom from the hell they'd found themselves in within the bottle. Though, his lips, the feel of his body pressed against hers. It had given her a clarity that should have stayed behind in the drunken state she'd believed she'd been in.

"I wasn't that drunk, and" Draco leaned in closer so that his lips were against the shell of her ear so that when he whispered the last part, only she would hear him. "I've craved more of you since."

"Oh," was the only thing that Hermione could muster to say as she continued to be hypnotised by his gaze. Any lingering thoughts of her relationship with Ron were gone, as well as any guilt that went along with Draco being married. All of that seemed to fall away when she stood so near him that she could smell the faint tart apple that lingered on his breath, or the fresh laundered scent of his crisp button down that he always insisted on wearing.

"Oh indeed," Draco smiled down at her, his gaze flickering to her lips before back to her eyes. "Come on, don't leave. Let the kids play together for a bit, maybe we can go for ice cream or something together after."

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"You don't have to drive us; Rose and I can just walk. I brought her pram and plus I don't have a car seat for her with me." Really, Hermione didn't have a car seat at all for Rose because they were expensive and with floo travel there had been no reason to add in the extra expense when she'd been purchasing baby things, especially since she didn't own an automobile. Anywhere they needed to get in the muggle world she could floo close enough to and then walk the rest of the way with Rose.

It wasn't perfect, but it worked for them.

"No need, I can duplicate Scorpius' seat," Nott said easily, as he pushed the pram towards a convertible that was parked on the side of the road. Hermione opened her mouth to protest, but snapped it shut as she watched Nott fold up the pram and place it in the magically expanded trunk of the convertible.

In the backseat was a plush and obviously very expensive seat, seemingly properly installed. Without a thought of the statue of secrecy, Nott waved his wand over the seat, doubling it so that there was an identical one ready and waiting. Draco didn't hesitate, moving forwards to strap Scorpius into his seat.

When Hermione still hadn't moved to do anything with the newly appeared car seat, Nott installed it next to Scorpius, leaving the seat next to Rose free. With the two bulky seats, it should have been cramped in the back, but at closer inspection, it was obvious that magic had been utilised for this part of the car as well to ensure that it was roomy.

"We appreciate the offer, but we don't need ice cream," Hermione stated as a last ditch attempt, just as Draco lifted Rose into his arms and strapped her in snuggly. "When did the two of you become so accustomed to muggle life and devices anyway?"

"Draco is married to a witch," Theo stated, sliding into the driver's seat while adjusting the mirrors. "A witch who refuses to venture into the muggle world. Her family doesn't come to the muggle world and Narcissa, while she's perfectly lovely and trying to shed her lifelong beliefs, still holds a few prejudices against muggles themselves. Over the course of the last year, we've discovered that we enjoy a lot of muggle inventions and also don't want our son to grow up looking down on them."

When neither Hermione nor Draco made a comment, Nott looked between them, before eyeing Draco's shocked face at how candidly Nott was speaking to her. "Close your mouth, Draco. It only needs to be open like that when I'm about to put it to use. Granger here knows all about us, so there's no need in trying to pretend otherwise. Scorpius is our son; the cow was just an egg donor and an incubator. Get in the car, both of you."

At Nott's command, Draco was in the back next to Rose, buckling himself in within seconds. Hermione, on the other hand, had yet to move.

"You've got to be joking." Hermione gestured wildly. "This is completely and totally–"

"Granger," Nott cut her off, the deep tone in his voice silencing her. "Get in the bloody car."

"And if I don't?" She challenged, levelling Nott with a defiant look.

"Then I'll put you in it myself," Nott replied smoothly, not seeming threatened by her in the slightest.

At the way he was looking her over, Hermione couldn't help but squirm where she stood. The tension in his jaw and the way he was gripping the steering wheel gave Hermione no illusion that this was an empty threat. With one last look over her shoulder and then at Rose who was already holding hands with Scorpius, Hermione let out a sigh and climbed into the seat next to Nott.

At the speed Nott wove through traffic, Hermione couldn't help the little squeals and gasps that continuously left her. With having muggles for parents, Hermione did have a driver's licence and kept it up to date, but she didn't have a car, so she hardly ever used this type of transportation. Especially since her parents were no longer around and she hadn't bothered to keep in touch with her muggle childhood acquaintances. She had no family to speak of, since her parents were both only children of only children.

"Nott, slow this bloody car down or I swear I'll make you regret the day you ever met me!" Hermione had her eyes shut tight with her hands gripping the seatbelt across her chest. "You have babies riding with you for fucks sakes!"

Just as quickly as they'd taken off, Nott came to a screeching halt in front of a little ice cream parlour that Hermione had never seen before.

Without giving a response to her, Nott was out of his door and over to Scorpius getting the little boy from his seat while Draco worked on releasing Rose. Both wizards had a baby in their arms and were standing on the sidewalk in front of the shop waiting for Hermione by the time she registered just what was happening.

"You're serious?" Hermione asked, slipping from the car as Nott reached for Draco's free hand and took hold of it. "We're going for ice cream, like this is just a normal occurrence?" Hermione glanced between the two, Draco's face pink from the public attention Nott was giving him, but he didn't shy away from his boyfriend's touch.

"I thought the sprogs could enjoy a treat while we get to know each other," Nott commented, his head tilting to the side as he studied her.

Rose began to squirm in Draco's arms, but when Hermione moved to take her daughter, Draco set her on her feet and took hold of her hand, letting the little red headed witch drag him forwards. Seeing Draco and Rose walking away, Scorpius reached for his father, clearly not wanting to be left behind. After plucking his son from Nott's hold, Draco gave one last curious look at the other adults before walking into the shop with both babies, leaving behind Hermione and Nott.

"Whatever you're playing at," Hermione told Nott once the door had closed behind Draco so that he couldn't overhear them. "It's not going to work."

Nott paused for a moment, watching Draco walking hand in hand between Rose and Scorpius through the large glass windows in the storefront. It allowed for a view of the entire counter with the various flavours that were offered and for natural lighting to be used, making the shop even more welcoming.

Nott hummed in response, taking hold of Hermione's arm and pulling her closer so that she was pressed against his side. "You know, Granger, I think it's going to work out exactly as I want."

"And what does that mean?" Hermione asked as Nott began to lead her through the door, the bell chiming above them as they entered.

"It means that I know what hangs between Draco's legs and the thought of seeing him splitting you in two while I watch is most appealing." A lump jumped into Hermione's throat, catching her breath as she tried to look towards Nott, but he gripped her arm tighter. "Eyes forwards, Granger. I'll tell you when you can look away from him."

Not knowing why, but Hermione did exactly as she was told. Watching Draco being domestic with the children, it caused something in her stomach to warm and moisture between her legs to pool. She'd watched Ron be a wonderful father to Rose countless times, he was attentive and loving towards their daughter, but it didn't enact the same physical reaction that Draco being fatherly was causing.

"His cock is so long; I can only imagine what it touches inside that petite little body of yours. How generous of a lover he is, his only goal while pumping into you would be to give you every bit of pleasure and happily accepting those sweet little moans that slip from your lips without you even knowing it as his own return. Though, I suspect that's nearly enough in itself to cause him to be completely undone."

Hermione swallowed, her mind wandering back to the night that she and Draco had shared a bed not so long ago. How Draco had worked her body over like she was an instrument, and he was a musician specialty trained to play her.

"How wet does it make you? Hm," Nott asked, pulling her so that she was standing in front of him while she focused on Draco. The way his trousers hugged his muscular thighs and the firm arse that was on display from the way they were perfectly tailored to fit him.

Hermione's heart was racing in her chest, and she let out a little yelp when she felt Nott's hand pass the elastic of her joggers. His calloused palms ran over her own arse, gripping the flesh almost painfully, but the images he was planting in her mind and the memories of being with Draco had her a puddle of desperation.

He didn't hesitate as he slipped a finger through her folds and roughly entered her from behind. The pale blue oxford Draco wore accentuated his broad shoulders and the sculpted muscles of his back. The sleeves were rolled up, showing the muscular forearms and his beautiful alabaster skin.

Nott found no resistance as he pumped first one finger then added a second into Hermione's opening. They stood off to the side, watching Draco help the babies get a simple small dish of ice cream with a few fresh strawberries to top it. There was nothing sexual about the act, but seeing Draco and hearing Nott, Hermione was lost to her need for the wizard.

Just as she was about to find her release, Draco was paying the clerk for the treats and Nott pulled his hand from her joggers, leaving Hermione sitting on the edge of bliss.

Frustration like no other coursed through her body, and when she turned to glare at Nott for the state he'd left her in all she could do was drop her jaw open. The brunette had his two fingers in his mouth, cleaning her juices off them. With a pop, he pulled them free, even going as far as to lick his lips, savouring every drop of her.

"After the tikes have finished their treat, we'll take you home so you can have one yourself."

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You've gone completely mental. Hermione scolded herself as she carried an exhausted Rose through the front door of Theo's home located in Central London. Any protests that her mind had, however, were overridden by her thrumming body that had been on edge the entire time she'd been forced to sit and watch both Draco and Nott licking their spoons clean.

"The nursery is down this hall and up the first set of stairs. Come on," Draco whispered, rubbing a soothing hand over Scorpius' hair that seemed to be easing his son into a deep sleep.

She opened her mouth to protest and ask to use the floo, but she was silenced by Nott gripping her arse as he stepped up behind her.

"Follow Draco and lay the babies down for a nap. Then he can show you to our room." Nott's gruff voice sent a ripple of goosebumps down her neck, his warm breath caressing her skin.

She wanted to retort and make a comment to the brunette, but she held her tongue, not wanting to get into a row with the wizard and wake the infants. At least, that's what she told herself.

Dutifully, she followed Draco down the hall and up the narrow steps of the home, admiring the intricate details that were carved in all the trim and the moulding. Even the railing was carefully crafted with a mural of dragons, wizards, and other magical creatures interacting. Hermione was stunned by the beauty of whatever story was being told, because unlike most magical artwork, this piece was unmoving, seeming even more mystical.

"Right here," Draco said as he stepped through an archway that led into a sitting room that was filled with toys and play equipment for the infant to use. Hermione didn't have time to admire what all Draco and Theo had put together for their son as they led her into one of the rooms that was stationed on the far wall. Walking inside, the window was tinted to keep the light dimmed, though actual fairies floated above living in what seemed to be a real live oak tree that was growing inside the nursery.

"You can lay Rose in the cot next to Scorpius, I would transfigure another, but I wouldn't want to disrupt the fairies," Draco explained as he laid Scorpius on his back. The boy was fast asleep, his mouth falling open as he took deep breaths. Hermione looked towards Draco before nodding slightly and laying Rose in the extra space next to the little blonde boy.

Rose was equally exhausted from the adventures of the day, not even being disturbed in the slightest when she was laid down.

With her daughter peacefully napping and all the monitoring set and ready to alert the adults when either of the babies awoke, Hermione and Draco quietly slipped from the room and down the hall. Hermione should have questioned where they were going, but everything that had happened in the past few weeks was so surreal that she just observed.

Draco's touch in the home was obvious. Portraits of him and Scorpius hung on the walls, along with both their constellations woven into the wallpaper.

When they finally came to the master suit, Hermione let out a small gasp at the massive portrait that hung over Nott's bed.

"We disillusion that when Scorpius comes in here," Draco whispered in Hermione's ear as they entered the room. "Don't want to scar the poor kid for life."

"I can see why…" Hermione trailed off as her eyes stayed glued on the obscene painting of Draco. He was completely nude aside from the black collar around his neck that stood out against his pale skin. The expression on his face was of pure ecstasy with his eyes closed and his mouth hanging open while his hand gripped his cock. Though, one note that Hermione made was that it was not moving, therefore most likely not done by magic.

"A muggle painter?" She asked, glancing in Draco's direction.

"Yes, this was what I gave Theo after the wedding and when we found out that Astoria got pregnant when we had to consummate the damn marriage." Draco scowled as he spoke of his wife, the disdain he had for the witch obvious. For a moment Hermione wanted to ask why Draco would have wed her if he hated the idea so much, but Nott's sudden appearance stopped her.

"He's a lovely sight, is he not?" Hermione nearly jumped out of her skin as Nott appeared behind her, his fingers gliding over her bicep as he moved past her and towards Draco. Hermione swallowed down any response, her eyes growing large as she watched Nott reach for Draco and pull him into his chest.

Hermione's mouth dropped open at the openness and the depravity of the wizards in front of her. In an instant, Nott took charge of Draco, and there was not a shred of hesitation by the blonde to allow it. Draco. Someone who she'd always viewed as a bit of a prat and who always strived to be in control of everything, was handing over control to this other wizard.

Moans and gasps fell from Draco's lips as Nott ran his fingers through Draco's pristine hair and down his jaw until one hand was gripping Draco's throat. The other began to work on the buttons of Draco's shirt, exposing the sculpted scarred chest.

When Nott released Draco's throat, he left marks behind from how tightly he'd been gripping, but Hermione was quickly distracted by the sheer number of bruises that littered Draco's nude form. Nott's handprints, lashings from a belt, and other whips were painted on his skin, as if Nott needed to mark Draco as his. His and no one else's.

That was at least until Hermione had come along…

"Granger," Not called out to her, shocking Hermione out of the trance she'd been under while studying Draco's muscular form. "Come," he commanded, the look in his deep blue eyes leaving no room for negotiation.

Clearly there was something wrong with her, because not for a second did Hermione protest what Nott was asking of her. A wave of his wand and Hermione's body shivered as her clothes vanished. Unlike Draco – who Nott had carefully unwrapped as if Draco were a precious gift – Nott clearly felt no need to give Hermione such gentle treatment.

"On your knees," Nott's gruff voice commanded, as she came closer to the couple, the brunette stepping to Draco's side to give Hermione the space in front of the blonde wizard. "I want to see his cock down your throat, do you understand?"

Hermione nodded her head, dropping to the floor so that Draco's cock bobbed right in her line of sight. As she opened her mouth to take him in, a sharp pain on her scalp had her grimace as Nott pulled her away from the length she desperately wanted to taste.

"You address me as sir now. Do you understand?"

Looking up at him, Hermione knew that she must look like a complete mess of desperation. Her tongue darted out of her mouth to wet her chapped lips. "Yes, sir," she breathed out, but Nott's smirk was enough to show that he'd heard her.

"Good girl," he purred, and her thighs were flooded with the need elicited by the praise.

Still gripping her hair, he turned her head and forced her face forwards, shoving Draco's cock painfully deep down her throat. Draco choked out cries of pleasure as Nott held Hermione on his cock, her throat pulsing at the invasion and burning the longer she was held there.

In complete control of both their actions, Nott bobbed Hermione's face against Draco's pelvis, using her to bring pleasure to the man in front of her. Tears were streaming down her face with the pain, but it wasn't enough that Hermione wanted to stop. She was shocked at how much she was enjoying the burning sensation and the swelling she could feel in her throat as Nott continued his rough treatment of her.

However, before Draco could find his release, Hermione felt herself being pulled off by Nott and thrown onto his large bed. While she scrambled to figure out what she'd done wrong to be treated this way, she didn't have a moment to think as she watched Nott grab Draco and thrust him onto the bed in the same way that he'd just done to her.

"Fuck her, fill her cunt," Nott growled as he slowly began to undo his own cufflinks. "I want to see exactly what you did to her in the Hog's Head without my permission."

Draco made no comment, only moved so that he was positioned between Hermione's thighs and lining himself up at her dripping entrance.

"Condom," Hermione exclaimed quickly, "we need a condom," she exhaled, looking past Draco and to where Nott stood with his head cocked to the side in a silent question.

Though she didn't feel she needed to explain the need for use of a simple contraceptive, Hermione opened her mouth to give one. She quickly stopped though as Nott – now shirtless and holy fucking ripped was he – came around with the requested rubber. Reaching around Draco, Nott rolled the condom down his length, his grip tightening and pumping, causing Draco to let out a hiss between his teeth.

"As you wish," Nott nearly purred again, and before Hermione could say a word, Draco was plunging into her. Her screams filled the room as she was stretched, Draco's length nearly too much for her.

With her vision blurred, Hermione couldn't see what Draco and Nott were doing, all she could do was feel. Feel every thrust from the blonde between her thighs, every throb of his cock, the sweat as it dripped from him onto her.

Hermione was wiggling under Draco, her orgasms hitting her with such force that she felt as if she were falling. Somewhere in the background, she heard Nott growling, but she had no control of her body. The pumping of Draco emptying himself into the condom was nearly lost on her, but the warmth of his body being pulled away shocked her into opening her eyes.

Draco was nowhere to be seen, replaced by Nott's face between her thighs. His strong hands gripped her arse as he lifted her into the air, Hermione seated on his shoulders as Nott's mouth sucked down on her clit. Her core clenched, her abdominal muscles screaming as she tried to keep herself upright and steady with Nott feasting on her.

With her thighs clenched around his head and Nott growling like an animal into her folds, Hermione held on for dear life to his wild chestnut curls, pleading with Nott. She didn't know if she wanted him to keep throwing her over the edge or if she wanted him to stop. Her body was vibrating with over stimulation, and she felt as if she were coming out of her skin from under his touch.

When he finally pulled back from her, his hot breath on her cunt caused Hermione to moan again while she looked down at his scrunched up face. Curiosity found its way through her clouded mind and Hermione looked over her shoulder to see Draco laying on the bed, drinking down Nott's cum and humming with satisfaction.

Draco pulled back, looking up towards Hermione with a dribble of Nott's seed dripping down the corner of his mouth, looking completely depraved with his hair a mess and his entire body flushed and sweaty. The blonde sat up, taking hold of Hermione and easily pulling her off Nott, cradling her against his chest as he moved to tuck the two of them into Nott's bed.

Her body spent; Hermione didn't have a single chance at keeping her eyes open any longer. As soon as her head hit the plush pillow, she was asleep.

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The gentle vibration of the bracelet she wore woke Hermione from a deep sleep. Blinking her eyes, she was a bit disoriented as she looked around her room, confused why it was so dark when normally the streetlights never allowed for true darkness to settle in her room. Stretching her hand out to the side to reach for her bedside lamp, Hermione instead found her hand coming into contact with soft hair.

Jolted fully awake, Hermione opened her eyes wide, allowing her vision to adjust to the darkness of Theodore Nott's bedroom.

Fuck, fuck, fuck! Hermione softly scrambled to get out of the bed, doing her best to not disrupt the two wizards that were peacefully sleeping around her. Though when she winced at the throbbing pain between her legs Nott moved slightly, but when he settled, pulling Draco into her chest, she continued her escape.

Once she was off the enormous mattress and padding barefoot across the plush rug, Hermione held out her hand and whispered a summoning charm. Her wand whizzed into her hand from across the room where the rest of her clothes were neatly folded and clearly freshly laundered. She yanked her joggers up her legs and bit back a moan at the contact of the fabric against her sore core before snatching up her tank top and pulling it over her head.

Slipping from the room, Hermione rushed down the hall until she came up to the nursery where she found Rose standing in the cot happily babbling away while Scorpius still slept soundly next to her. Hermione rushed to her daughter, lifting her from the cot before she could really get going with her high pitched squeals.

Navigating through Nott's townhouse was easy enough as the layout was fairly straight forward. The receiving room was towards the front of the house, ideally placed, and also housed a fireplace that Hermione hoped with every ounce would be connected to the floo network. When her eyes landed on an onyx jar on the mantle, she snatched it up, thanking her lucky stars that it indeed held the green powder that she'd need to get home.

With Rose still babbling happily on her hip, Hermione grabbed a handful of the powder and threw it into the glowing coals. Calling out her address, Hermione stepped into the emerald flames and away from Central London.

Notes:

Hello, and thank you for coming to read this absolute disaster that is Its Complicated. This and my other WIP Written in the Stars are the two stories that I'm putting my most effort into finishing at the moment, but it will be slow going. I am in graduate school, therefore that will be taking up the large majority of my time and mental energy until the semester is over (first week of December).
To keep myself from going crazy with I will still chip away at chapters over the next 16 weeks, but it will be slow going.

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