Chapter 15
I want to be free
Songs: Dirty Thoughts - Chloe Adams
Send Me Off - Bastille
Peeking out one eye, the glow of the morning was a different hue than the normal pinks that filtered into Hermione's room every morning. The enchanted blue and green window glass made the light shining in cast an almost aquatic glow over the room. Hermione had obviously heard from Ron and Harry that the Slytherin common room was located under the lake, but they'd described it as creepy. If Theo's room was anything to go by, Hermione begged to differ. There was a strange peace that came in this unusual glow that made the weight of the world's problems not feel so heavy when first waking up.
The warmth on her skin reminded Hermione that she was naked, curled in the Head Boy's bed with his two partners. She could sense the distinct feel of Draco's lean body behind her, amazed by how quickly she was able to differentiate him from any others who were occupying the bed.
There was something unique about his heat or was it his magic? Could she sense his power? All the time she'd slept next to Ron, Harry, even Ginny, and she'd never felt anything like this with them. What an unnerving thought…that the heat he exuded was his magical potential, like a furnace inside of him.
Allowing her eyes to flutter fully open, Hermione was pleasantly surprised to find that she was on her side facing the door and Pansy. Hermione easily saw the pretty raven-haired witch's appeal as she stretched her arms above her head, trying to not disturb the still sleeping occupants of the bed. The other witch was face to face with her; Pansy was still sound asleep, her little puffs of breath coming out steadily. Hermione's eyes drifted down and saw that Pansy's hand was resting on her waist, and even further down their bodies, that their legs were tangled. Hermione had to bite her lip as her eyes now travelled over Pansy's still form finding that she had worn a black lacy cami and matching knickers. She looked elegant even in her sleep.
Hermione ached to rub her thighs together as she realised that she was getting wet watching the raven haired woman sleeping in front of her. She suppressed a groan when she realised that Pansy's thigh was so close to being against her naked core, a breath away from giving her the friction that she was desperate for. A gasp slipped from her lips as she began to grasp the fact that Pansy had cuddled her naked, that her breasts were fully on display to the other girl. The sound had caused Pansy to lethargically open one eye.
"Well, good morning Hermione," Pansy's easy smile slowly morphed into a feral grin as her eyes flickered over Hermione's nude form, "I'm glad to see that you're still here. I spent most of the night with Luna, then I came back to find my dreams had come true. You, naked in bed, between Draco and Theo, all just waiting for me to join."
Hermione tried turning her face into the pillow, in a poor attempt to hide her blush. "Don't be shy. I cannot tell you," Pansy said, shifting closer so that her lips brushed Hermione's shoulder. "How happy I am," a kiss against Hermione's collarbone had her cunt clenching against nothing. "That you finally fell into bed," Hermione gasped at the soft lips against her neck, "with my boys." Pansy was at Hermione's exposed jaw line now as her face was still hidden in the pillow, "and that you were still in bed when I got here." Pansy gripped Hermione's chin, pulling her out of her hiding spot, and kissed her deeply. She utilised Hermione's next surprised gasp to slide her tongue past the Head Girl's lips. "Do you like this, you pretty little minx?"
"Mmmhmm, but I've never kissed a witch before."
"Is that so? Hm, I do deeply enjoy being first." Their nipples touched and Pansy hissed in pleasure. "Good girl Hermione," Pansy gripped her chin, "now open your legs for me." Hermione's legs fell open, obeying with a whimper as Pansy put her leg more forcefully between her thighs. Pansy peppered her neck with kisses, while she traced her tongue over all the marks on her body that the boys had left the night before. As Pansy went, she added her own bites and bruises as she explored Hermione's skin. The curly-haired brunette mewled from the attention that the other witch bestowed on her, feeling different than any of the boys she'd ever been with. Pansy was all softness, velvet skin, and silken touches, but her mouth gave sharp pain that had Hermione gasping for more.
Hermione kept grinding against Pansy's thigh, as the other woman encouraged her with soft praises. "Good girl, that's a good girl."
Hermione could feel herself teetering on the edge of climax when the door was thrown open and her head snapped up. Theo had come back from the shower, wearing only a towel slung low on his waist, revealing a defined muscular chest to the light of day. When Hermione was finally able to tear her gaze away from his defined body to his face, her breath hitched at the hunger she found there.
Theo gave a low whistle as he admired the way the two witches in his bed were working toward getting each other off. Pansy was clearly the one taking control of the situation, but Hermione, as always, was a very good study in how to find her pleasure from another woman. It was not what he was expecting to open the door to, but wasn't it lovely to be pleasantly surprised?
Meeting Pansy's eyes, Theo winked at her before dropping his towel and jumped over the footboard onto the bed into the space between Hermione and Pansy. The two women shrieked as he sent water droplets from his hair flinging over them.
"You do know you're a wizard, do you not? Go cuddle Draco, I'm sure he's missing out." Draco, however, was deeply asleep despite everything happening in the bed around him. With his arm thrown over his eyes, his naked chest glowing in the dawn light as it filtered through Theo's window, he looked the picture of the perfect prince he was.
"Maybe I will," Theo said as he rolled over Hermione, his wet hair brushing against her face making her squeal. He crawled between the blonde's thighs, carefully pulling the sheet covering Draco's hips. His hands stilled for a moment when Draco made a sound, but when it was clear he was still asleep, Theo kept going. Licking his lips at the erection he found, Theo took Draco into his mouth. Draco moaned hoarsely still asleep, but as Theo hollowed his cheeks and moaned around Draco's hard length, the blonde's eyes flickered open.
"Theo…," Draco gasped, his hips bucking upward, as his fingers twined in Theo's mahogany curls, as his eyes closed again and his body arched with tension.
"My little voyeur, you're getting even wetter watching Theo suck on Draco's prick." Pansy flipped Hermione over to watch the boys better and held her cheek in her hand so that Hermione couldn't look away. With her other hand, Pansy moved between Hermione's nipples and cunt, her finger dipping ever so slightly inside Hermione.
Draco's eyes snapped open as he moaned at the feel of Theo's mouth on him. Looking over, his eyes grew even larger when he saw Pansy playing Hermione like a violin, making the curly haired witch quiver and pant with every swipe of her fingers.
Draco and Hermione's eyes met each other's and Hermione knew the blush of desire on his cheeks was mirrored on her own. His pupils were blown wide as she knew hers must be. Draco leaned forward to catch Hermione's mouth in a wet passionate kiss. Then, with a grunt, Draco was coming down Theo's throat at the same time Hermione came on Pansy's hand.
Sitting up and licking his lips, Theo looked at the three people laying in his bed panting. "I would also like to come down someone's throat, but regretfully we do have group therapy in less than an hour. As delicious as Draco was, I still need to have some coffee and a pasty and I think that Hermione would probably like to wash all the sex off," Theo smiled, as he stood up and without dressing, sauntered from the room.
Pansy leaned over to Draco extending her wet fingers, and he bent forward and licked them clean at the silent command of a raised eyebrow. Hermione thought she would perish from the fire within her, when Draco closed his eyes like he was savouring the flavour of her body.
"Come on Granger," Pansy said, taking Hermione's hand and pulling her from where she was tangled in the sheets. "Let's save some time and shower together," Hermione's little 'oh' was heard by the other witch as she winked over her shoulder, still holding onto Hermione's hand and they wound up the narrow stairwell and entered the bathroom together.
"Best wakeup, ever." Draco said to the empty room before falling back into the pillows and closing his eyes again.
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Pansy started the shower with a flick of her wand and the water came from the ceiling at the perfect temperature, it poured like rain, a grate in the floor to take the excess away. The shower was open with no sidewalls and only a small wooden seat jutting from the wall. Pansy took the other witch's hand and led her over to the bench before having her sit. Hermione balanced there, being careful with her well fucked core not wanting to cause herself any unnecessary discomfort. Pansy knew how large her two boys were compared to others, despite not wanting to take them inside her. Hermione was probably sore, her body replete.
Well, a pussy wasn't the only thing that she could stroke and suckle, Pansy thought to herself as she watched the little witch squirming on the bench. Although, to sample at Granger's private nectar blossom, alas, that would have to wait. Instead, she could play with other parts for now and start to raise Granger's desire for the next interlude. Because there would be a next time.
Pansy looked over her shoulder at the large mirror over the washbasin that reflected the whole bathroom and admired the pretty picture they made together. The Queen of Snakes and the Golden Girl. If Pansy still had access to her galleons, she'd have to commission a painting. Granger looked so well fucked, the blush on her cheeks, the bites covering her skin, the fingerprints on her arms and hips. By contrast, Pansy's milky complexion was pristine, not a blemish to be found. How Pansy wished she had her boots on right now, the Golden Girl was such a perfect natural submissive and Pansy knew Hermione would be such a good pet. Instead of entertaining such thoughts further, but only because time was short, Pansy stepped under the water humming at the feel of the water running over her skin, running her fingers through her hair.
Looking up through the falling water, Pansy admired the small stained glass windows circling the top of the room. The primarily blue glass added an ethereal glow to the room that had probably given Theo the idea to charm his dorm window the same colours. There were images of different magical creatures painted onto the glass including fairy, a unicorn, and a niffler; the basilisk slithering around the outside of the mural was in particularly bad taste in Pansy's opinion.
"Granger, stand up and let me wash you." Pansy's command had Hermione looking up in surprise from her seat in the shower. Her round doe like eyes were the most enchanting amber colour and had Pansy itching to touch the witch. "Hermione, we don't have all morning and you are positively covered in sex. Let me get to it?" Pansy tried to phrase the last as a question, because Hermione wasn't hers to order around…yet. She wasn't certain how successful she had been, but at Hermione's nod causing her curls to bounce, Pansy allowed a slow smile to take over her face.
Pansy used the muggle jar of liquid soap that she knew was Granger's and the soap suds that smelled of vanilla and jasmine effortlessly flowed over the brunette's olive skin. Pansy's fingers rubbed circles over the bites and bruises, drawing hisses and soft moans from Hermione at the contact.
"So sensitive, Hermione," Pansy said, and then frowned as her hands ran in circles over her breasts. "Your name is simply too long for intimate play and endearments aren't my style unless I have you collared. So," Pansy pinched Hermione's nipples, watching as the brunette started rubbing her thighs together to seek friction, "like that do you?" Hermione's eyes closed as the shower water ran over her face. She bit her lip and shivered despite the warmth in the room, "Granger is far too formal for intimacy. I'm not Draco after all," Pansy continued speaking, enjoying the sight before her as she continued washing Hermione. "And Hermione is quite simply two syllables too long for play like this," Pansy flicked both of Hermione's nipples, causing the girl to hiss in pleasure. Her nipples were sensitive, but not overly so, the boys must have barely played with them. Amateurs.
"Now I'll be magnanimous," Pansy grinned, "you can choose your nickname." Hermione was leaning into Pansy's hands seeking the rough torment of her fingers, her eyes dazed in pleasure. "The two that I am considering are Mi or Mia, which do you prefer?"
Pansy leaned forward taking Hermione's nipple into her mouth as the rain-like shower droplets flowed over them. She nipped at it while she used her hand to squeeze Hermione's other breast.
"Mi, I think, I had an unpleasant uncle who called me Mia as a girl."
Knowingly, Pansy nodded, and pinched Hermione's nipples one last time. "All right then Mi, wash my back and then I'll wash your hair." Hermione raised her eyebrow at that. "Mi, I know so many charms to use on your hair, it'll take no time at all. Now," Pansy handed her own soap to Hermione and turned around, pulling her hair over her shoulder to expose her neck. "Wash my back."
Hermione's tiny hands were strong as she washed Pansy while also rubbing out the knots Pansy had been carrying. "Mi," Pansy breathed out, surprised at the other woman taking care of her.
"I want you to feel as good as you make me feel, Pansy." Hermione's nipples brushed against Pansy's back as the water washed away the soap.
Pansy turned back around so that they were face to face again and, without a second's hesitation, Pansy captured Hermione's lips with her own. Pansy held out a hand and quickly summoned her wand into her outstretched hand. Waving it over Hermione's head, she quickly washed and plaited the curls all without breaking their kiss.
Hermione pulled back in shock as the water stopped and gingerly touched her hair. Clearly impressed, Hermione made an astonished noise and confided, "No one has ever been able to deal with my curls that quickly."
"My mother made me memorise beauty charms before I came to Hogwarts. I came to look for a husband, not to learn magic." Pansy simply stated, stepping out of the shower and pulling Hermione along behind her. "Normally, I would rub your scalp and work the potions into your hair. Only, we're running short on time and your lips distracted me."
"Oh, I didn't bring a towel or anything…" Hermione trailed off, looking around looking adorably concerned.
"I'm always prepared, so don't worry," Pansy smiled and opened up the small closet pulling out two silken green robes that were charmed to work as a towel, but looked a heap sexier.
Pansy settled her spare Slytherin robe over Hermione, adjusting her plait to hang just so and making the "v" of the robe a little deeper. "My my, don't you look edible," Pansy purred, causing Hermione to scoff. As they exited the bathroom together, Pansy couldn't help but notice a little spring in the other witch's step as she went down the stairs first.
"Salazar Slytherin on a stripper pole, Hermione, you almost killed me. Warn a bloke next time you plan to look like that. And in my house colours too. Who needs breakfast when I could feast on you instead?"
Oh Theo.
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Pulling on his black button down, Draco couldn't find it in himself to be upset that he hadn't woken up early enough to shower. That wakeup was the stuff of dreams and not at all the sort of dreams he had regularly by any means. It was euphoric, ecstatic even.
He came out of Theo's room dressed at the same moment that Pansy swept by him in her green silk robe, looking like an empress and Draco couldn't stop himself watching her hips swaying as she strolled to her wardrobe that she'd transfigured her trunk into.
Granger emerged from her room in her regular attire of an oversized jumper that looked like it had once belonged to Professor Lupin. In fact, Draco was pretty sure he remembered him wearing that one in DADA. He recalled the man dead in the Great Hall after the battle, on the floor next to his cousin, Nymphadora…with whom he'd never exchanged even two words.
Another family member lost, but Granger had known them…her. He wondered if she would be willing to share some anecdotes about her…She'd had a son hadn't she? Professor Lupin's son? Perhaps Granger could arrange an introduction? It seemed so unlikely that this was now possible, that he, Draco Lucius Malfoy, might be able to ask Hermione Granger for an introduction to his only living relatives that he knew existed beyond his mother and his mystery cousin.
He struggled to deal with the fact that the past few days were real, despite the feeling that none of this was really happening and it was all some sort of dream he could be having after being injured at the Battle of Hogwarts.
He considered that this was all just to make going to Azkaban that much more painful. He had finally gotten something…someone that he'd always wanted, but who seemed impossible before. He was trying not to focus on the negatives, but they all but they seemed so prescient.
Would the vanilla scent of her curls haunt him in his cell?
Either he was delusional and none of this was actually happening or this was only happening so as to be a source of future pain and with that little mental pep talk, he confidently stepped forward and wrapped his hands around her waist. When she looked up at him, her eyes sparkling and smiling, he leaned forward and kissed her.
He only had two weeks to live as a free man left and he was going to make every one of them count, especially in the privacy of their room.
"Are you absolutely certain we need food, Pans?" Theo was complaining as he opened the door, Pansy's arm looped through his elbow.
"Theodore, you are the one who insisted that you could not live on cum alone. Plus think about what you put our sweet Hermione through last night. So now live with the consequences of your own actions," Pansy smiled at him as they began to follow the spiral stair down from the Head's dormitory.
Draco kept his arm loosely about Granger's waist, his hand lightly holding her hipbone until they reached the part of the trip where there were other students. As much as Draco wanted to shout from the castle turrets what they were up to, it would be safer for Granger if he kept it discreet. If Lucius died at mid-winter not knowing about this, that would be for the best. The slight frown that was in the corners of Granger's mouth was apparent when he released her, but there was nothing else for it. He wouldn't risk her life just for a little public display of affection.
Perhaps two weeks wouldn't be long enough for Granger to realise that he wasn't nearly good enough for her, because now that he had had a taste he wasn't sure how he would give her up. He'd have to, though, wouldn't he? If he went to Azkaban?
Simultaneously shoving the thought down and his hands into his pockets, he followed Theo, Pansy, and Granger.
As they entered the Great Hall, it was to discover that the tables had shrunk in number. The seven circle tables that remained meant a minimum of six to a table for the forty students attending the summer program.
Luna and Blaise waved them over and the four of them joined the two of them at the table. Luna smiled beautifically, "Good morning, you all seem to have been kissed by the lips of Aurora this morning." Draco barely restrained himself from pulling out Granger's chair for her. That sort of a show of chivalry was sure to get noticed, but he did decide that sitting next to her was okay. Granger took a seat next to Luna, and he took hold of the chair on her other side.
She grinned at him as he sat down and her eyes flickered to his hands as he poured himself a cup of tea.
Hermione smiled, "Thanks Luna, it's been a lovely morning so far." Everyone plated their food and fixed their morning beverages of choice. Blaise sipped at a tiny cup of coffee, his plate already cleared. Blaise and Luna must have been at breakfast for quite a while, as Luna was preparing a cup of tea, but ignoring the remnants of her food.
Luna looked up with a bit of mischief in her sparkling eyes. She wiped her mouth with her napkin and smiled at Hermione, reaching out to take Hermione's hand momentarily..
"Hermione, you know, the longer you were with Harry and Ron, the smaller and duller your aura continued to grow. Regardless that you'd still essentially be you, you would never have shown your brightest shade if you had stayed in their shadow all your days," Luna took a drink of her tea and looked at the Head Girl thoughtfully, "It would have been like a rare flower with improper light. It's never going to be as impressive as it ought due to improper growing conditions."
"Luna," Hermione asked, pensive, "Are you comparing my relationship with Harry and Ron to a plant in a badly lit greenhouse?"
"If the shoe fits," Luna laughed, and turned to Pansy, "Flower, you haven't these few nargles since," Luna gasped, "Oh Hermione!" The ethereal blonde pulled Hermione in for a hug, "Thank you for saving my Flower. Her nargle infestation has really been worrying me."
Pansy choked on her coffee at that and Theo patted her on the back until she scowled at him.
"Thank you Theo, but that's quite enough."
"I had a picnic with Pansy yesterday and it was positively wonderful wasn't it, Pansy?" Luna inquired, "Draco, I do believe we're overdue for our reunion. You can't go outside Hogwarts, but I have found a place I believe we'd be able to assist in the realignment of your chi. I'll look forward to our next free day, and I expect you to spend the day with me. Bring spirit dust, we'll need to coat our bodies in it. Oh, and I'll bring a picnic, and if we're lucky we'll find our bond again." Luna smiled sunnily at him, and poured herself some more tea.
It was Draco's turn to choke this time, and Theo patted his back in the same way that he had done to Pansy, perhaps rougher. Draco felt as though he could not breathe. What could Lovegood possibly want to talk about? Had they not spent enough time…bonding when they were in the dungeons at the Manor together?
He looked at his hands and swore they were covered in blood and dirt and blisters for a moment before they were back to normal: black nail polish, rings, pale fingers.
Hermione took Draco's hand under the table and rubbed circles with her thumb on the back of his hand. Draco leaned back into Theo, his eyes closing and his breath coming raggedly. He couldn't even find it in himself to care if someone saw him drawing comfort from Theo's touch.
Theo moved his hand to Draco's nape, stroking his skin with gentleness, his other hand holding his shoulder tightly.
Turning to Blaise as though she had not just given Draco a panic attack, Luna said "My left knee is aching. I think we should pick blackberries tonight. Walk with me, I need to stretch my leg out," Blaise nodded to the others, as he extended Luna his arm.
As she walked away, stretching her leg wildly in all directions "That's better, now it's not so tingly." Blaise was so nonplussed that Draco couldn't help but stare at the two of them: the mad fey blonde leading the immaculately attired Italian out into the morning.
"He's absolutely gone for her," Pansy laughed. "I can't believe he just let her go on one of her rambling fits without even bothering to interject."
Theo chuckled, "Bit of the Luna show today, hmm? Do you think she'll still be on a tear in group?"
"Undoubtedly," Pansy replied, "Unless the psilocybin starts to wear off."
Draco finally sat up, his breath now coming normally, Hermione's hand gently stroking his leg under the table. "She's on something?"
"Probably hallucinogenic mushrooms. She's really into microdosing," Theo confided to Draco.
"So she didn't mean that bit about me spending our next free day with her?"
"Oh no," Pansy said, tossing him an amused look, along with her hair. "I'm certain that she meant every word."
Fuck. Also, what the fuck is spirit dust?
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When they went out into the courtyard, the four of them sat together which could not more directly contrast with the first group therapy. The synchronised way that they walked into the circle was definitely noticed by Dean and Blaise who caught each other's eyes and raised eyebrows. Theo noticed Dean trying not to laugh and wondered yet again how he had managed to have friends in Gryffindor of all places. It was just questionable whether such friendships would survive the pressures of the actual school year.
Mind Healer Cordelia greeted everyone with her customary smile, and if her eyes lingered over the new seating arrangement for an extra second, she didn't let any emotion show on her face.
"Good morning everyone and welcome to week three of our summer program here at Hogwarts. Isn't it amazing that we are already halfway through? Indeed, well done everyone. It's been an intense time and hopefully a good time."
Theo couldn't help but chuckle at that, remembering being on his knees for Pansy when they'd first arrived and the excitement of the last few days. Giving Draco spanking lessons had definitely moved into his fantasy material bank for wanking. Next time though, he needed to be a bit more hands on. He'd never given Draco more than a gentle spank, he needed to show him what a rough one felt like before Theo filled him for the first time. He could just imagine the way that Draco's body would stretch deliciously around him.
"I met with several of you over the last day," Cordelia's voice brought Theo back to the group therapy. "Thank you for keeping me busy, but what I heard was that you were all having a lot of difficulty dealing with the feelings of talking about last year and wanted more tools to deal with the heavy feelings that that discussion was bringing up for you. So we are going to take a break from trauma today and work on coping skills."
Theo wasn't entirely convinced that he needed coping skills other than firewhisky and a good hard fuck. But he knew that the other three did - the three of whom he was attempting to wrangle into what might be the most magically powerful and intelligent polycule of the last thousand years. There hadn't been a foursome with their potential since the Four Founders of Hogwarts.
Sometimes he wondered if there was more of his mother's oracular bloodline in his veins than he thought. Her family could trace their lineage to one of the Oracles of Delphi and supposedly before that to the God Apollo. The family in Greece believed only daughters of their bloodline could access their divine gift. He certainly didn't have vision per se like Trelawney, but perhaps Greek gifts of sight were different from the English version.
Regardless, Theo possessed a sureness, an unshakeable certainty that Draco, Hermione, Pansy and he could be really good together. Long term. Other than Pansy, Theo's relationships had never been much more than flings; he'd never wanted more than that, however now things seemed to have changed…
"We've already learned the 5-4-3-2-1 sensory meditation, which I have heard is very helpful for those of you who are using it. Those of you who aren't, I would suggest making it part of your repertoire."
What he wanted to make into a part of his repertoire was fucking Hermione's pretty little mouth while Draco took her from behind. The two of them looked so bloody perfect, like the lewdest of fine sculpture. He'd like them cast in bronze at the entry of Nott Manor.
Or his repertoire could include beginning every morning like today, waking in bed tangled with his three lovers, waking Draco with his mouth, watching Pansy top Hermione.
It was just as good as he had thought to watch Hermione be stripped of the virginal swot extraordinaire persona. She had been the central focus of his fantasies for years. If he would have only known that her curls were so maddeningly soft. The way they felt as the curls had brushed against his cock as she sucked it. That little heart shaped arse that had moved up and down with excitement in her seat had felt just as good as she rode him.
Just like at the beginning of this program, Draco and Hermione couldn't seem to stop looking at each other. There always had been sparks when their eyes met, but now Hermione bit her lip with each glance and Draco's porcelain cheeks seemed to be permanently stained with a blush.
Cordlia continued, though Theo hardly heard her, "Breathing slowly and deeply is a simple tool that can be used anytime and anywhere. Make sure you inhale through your nose and exhale for longer than you inhale, either through your nose or through pursed lips. Try to inhale for four counts, hold for two and exhale for six to eight counts. This helps your body calm itself, aiding your ability to think clearly and rejoin the present moment. Now let's all practice: inhale for four, exhale for six."
Just thinking of her in those sage green satin knickers had his cock twitching. The thought of a certain blonde head down between those silky thighs was enough to make his jeans even tighter, the way she had trembled as Draco had licked her had been the stuff of dreams. Between the two of them and Pansy, he might die from pleasure, but at least he would die a happy man.
"Now I want to talk about validating your experience. What you have experienced is real and hurtful. There is nothing "wrong" with any of you, in fact it's all absolutely normal for young people in your situation. When you are having a hard time with your Post Traumatic Stress symptoms, your nightmares, panic attacks etcetera remind yourself that this is natural. Self-validation is an essential piece of healing." Cordelia's open smile took in each of them individually.
"Alright now that I have given you permission to feel how you feel after all these difficult experiences, let's have a break for snacks and beverages."
Of their little group, only Hermione went to the refreshments and poured herself some coffee. Blaise and Luna were engaged in a tete a tete where the little blonde was waving her hands in the air as she passionately explained…something while Blaise was taking in every movement and word, utterly enraptured.
Observing Blaise and Luna distracted Theo just long enough that Cormac McLaggen had come up to Hermione at the refreshments and he leaned over her, leering lecherously at her. Based on the scowl on Hermione's face, Cormac was saying something to Hermione that she didn't like and then– did he just touch her arm?.
Theo felt as though he couldn't breathe as the rage took over his body, jumping up, Theo was ready to rush over there and put Cormac in his place. How bloody dare he! Theo was going to fucking crucio him. McLaggen was going to wish he'd never been bleeding born.
Hermione shoved Cormac back from her, and strode forcefully back towards her seat, coffee forgotten before Theo could get involved.
How dare Cormac touch what was his? He'd never felt this blinding urge to maim in his life. It was like a fire in his blood. Theo wanted to break any fingers that had touched her unwilling flesh. Who was he kidding, he wanted to diffindo the offending hand.
He blinked for a moment, aware that he was moments away from utilising several forbidden spells on a classmate, and this scared him. He knew that his father had cut a man's hand off at a gala before Theo had been born, someone who had dared to touch his mother. He'd always imagined that it was coldness that drove such an action, but now he knew it was white hot fury burning within him. Perhaps he was more his father's son than he had ever considered? Perhaps it had only been a matter of time until something had activated these violent Nott tendencies inside him? What a terrifying thought.
Trying to shake off the colour red that seemed to be taking over his eyesight, Theo looked over to where Hermione was reassuring Pansy that she was fine, even giving his queen soft comforting touches.
Theo strolled away, straight to the healer who was scribbling in a notebook during this break. "Excuse me, Cordelia," the woman looked up, her dark eyes open and inviting, soothing. "When is your next available individual therapy session? I am having some feelings I really need to talk about."
"Would the before dinner hour be soon enough?" Her question would have been mocking coming from anyone besides Cordelia, and he knew her question was just in concern for him.
"No, no, that should be fine, hopefully," he whispered the last part. The need to physically harm Cormac scared him. He shot a smirk at Cordelia then walked back across the circle to his place.
Looking over at his wizard, Theo saw that Draco was also struggling to not go and disembody Cormac for touching Hermione. The way that the Malfoy heir's hands were clenching and unclenching, Theo had no doubt that there were bloody crescents in his palms.
And while intellectually he knew that he had no reason to be feeling so violently jealous, Theo still found himself standing behind Hermione, his breath on her neck. She talked with Pansy, but he couldn't hear a word that she was saying. Almost of its own accord, he realised that his hand was splayed over her abdomen as though her body already belonged to him for eternity. Hermione leaned into his touch as if she drew comfort from it as she talked. Pansy smiled at him knowingly, but he was too busy scowling at McLaggen in the next circle. McLaggen's eyes were on Theo's hand on Hermione, eyebrows climbing.
"I could sever every limb from him piece by piece for breathing the same air as you." Theo whispered into Hermione's ear. She shivered and Theo didn't think it was the chill.
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Hermione was glad the group was done for the day. She'd barely gotten through it without hexing Cormac and based on the possessive way that both Theo and Pansy were acting, she wasn't alone in that. Lunch in the Great Hall was a thousand times different than it had been even a week ago. Draco had actually stayed for lunch instead of disappearing to help Madam Pince in the Library.
Theo was still glaring at Cormac like he wanted to rip his heart out through his chest, which was oddly endearing. No one had ever been particularly concerned about the way that Cormac liked to force his attention on witches and it was nice to have someone who wanted to protect her. It was certainly a change of pace. She'd always been the protector up to this point. Theo was the first person who had ever wanted to defend her.
His possessive hand high on her thigh, but hidden by the table, Theo asked Blaise, "Where the bloody hell has Greg gone off to? I haven't seen him at meals or in his group."
Blaise sighed, his hands mysteriously under the table as Luna blushed, leading Hermione to suspect that something naughty was happening out of her eyesight.
"He still wont come out of his dorm. He called me a blood traitor and threw something heavy at me last time I tried to get him to come out. So I've given up. If Greg wants to go to Azkaban then," he shrugged, "Quel ch'è fatto, è fatto. He is being a fool."
"He never did think for himself," Theo pointed out.
"He blames me," Draco shared, "and Potter for the loss of Vince. If I wasn't here perhaps he'd be more likely to come out."
"Bollocks," Theo scoffed, "Greg is doing what Greg does best, following his father's lead. You can't take the blame for everything that went on during the war, Drake."
"Especially when Crabbe was the one who cast the fiendfyre that took his life, I was there, remember?" Hermione pointed out, poking Draco forcefully in the shoulder, "Goyle is wrong to blame you."
Draco shrugged, "It's easier to blame the living than the dead."
"Well isn't that cheerful Draco," Pansy rolled her eyes, "Let's talk about literally anything other than Greg Goyle and his bullshite."
Just as Luna opened her mouth, ready to launch into some questionable diatribe about who knows what, Headmistress McGonagall walked up.
"Ms. Granger," the Headmistress said, "I have some messages for you in my office."
"Your office, Headmistress?"
Regretfully, McGonagall nodded, "We have a new Howler protocol. Would you come with me Ms. Granger?"
Hermione looked at Theo, whose hand was still tightly holding her thigh, "Theo, could you…come with me? Is that alright, Headmistress? If I have Howlers, I'd like to have a friend with me."
McGonagall's tense face stretched into a small smile. "Of course Ms Granger. If you and Mr Nott will follow me."
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Once the Headmistress' office was reached, McGonagall smiled kindly at the two of them.
"I am pleased that my choices for Head Boy and Head Girl have been so well suited. I thought it might take more time for the two of you to acclimate to one another. That you have become friends so quickly is more than I could have hoped for."
"We've been getting to know each other, Headmistress," Hermione confided, "And have found a great deal more in common than either of us would have thought."
She smiled, attempting to appear as innocent as possible as McGonagall looked at her. When the Headmistress turned away, Theo's breath tickled her ear, "Like our kinks," he whispered, pulling back before the portraits could see the way that her body reacted to him.
"The office has howlers in a stasis charm. We've decided that it's better for students to get these messages in private for their mental health." McGonagal said, "Cordelia brought it to my attention that this should have been done this way long ago. So my apologies to both of you, although you've never gotten a howler have you Mr. Nott?"
"No Headmistress. My father would have had to care about what went on at school for me to get one."
McGonnagal harrumphed. "Well, I will step into the private part of my office and give you two a few minutes. Ms Granger just cast a finite and the Howlers will deliver to you immediately." The Headmistress nodded and saw herself out.
"Thanks for coming with me," pulling out her wand, Hermione said to Theo, who gave her a reassuring look, "Finite!"
LISTEN HERE YOU MUDBLOOD WHORE!
"Incendio," Theo breathed next to her, his wand nowhere in sight and when the howler burst into flames, she looked at him sideways, "What? It's not like anything insightful was going to be said after that blood purist opener."
Hermione laughed despite herself, "I suppose that you are right about that." The next howler exploded in front of her.
NOW SEE HERE MISS GRANGER! I DON'T KNOW HOW MUGGLES DO THINGS BUT TO MISTREAT A SON OF THE WEASLEY FAMILY SO SHABBILY!
"Honestly! Incendio!" Hermione flicked her wand at the screaming missive, "That person really needs to learn proper grammar." Theo squeezed her hand as the final howler began to screech at her in a voice she knew all too well.
HERMIONE JEAN GRANGER! AFTER ALL MY FAMILY HAS DONE FOR YOU! FOR YOU TO GO AND BETRAY RON IN ONE OF THE MOST HEARTLESS WAYS POSSIBLE! DO YOU NOT THINK OUR FAMILY HAS BEEN THROUGH ENOUGH! AND WORSE YOU'VE CAUSED TROUBLE BETWEEN MY CHILDREN! GEORGE AND BILL ARE FURIOUS WITH RON AND ARE CALLING HIM A LIAR PUBLICLY AND AT MY DINNER TABLE! EVEN GONE, YOU'RE STILL INFECTING THOSE YOU LEFT BEHIND! I CERTAINLY KNOW THAT RON WOULD NEVER LIE ABOUT SOMETHING SO AWFUL! I, JUST AS HE DID, SAW ALL THOSE LETTERS YOU HAD THE NERVE TO WRITE IN MY HOME WITH MY INK! I DO NOT APPRECIATE THAT YOU ARE CAUSING FIGHTING BETWEEN MY CHILDREN. AND AT SUCH A TIME! AFTER WE'VE LOST FRED! NOT THAT YOU CARE ABOUT THAT DO YOU!? RON SHOULDN'T HAVE SHARED THE SCANDAL WITH THE WORLD BUT ITS NO MORE THAN YOU DESERVE! I AM SO DISAPPOINTED IN YOU! YOU ARE TO NEVER CONTACT ANYONE IN MY FAMILY AGAIN, I WISH RON HAD NEVER BROUGHT YOU INTO OUR LIVES!
She'd tried desperately to control her face and reactions to Molly's harshness and criticism, but upon Molly's mentioning of Fred, Hermione broke apart. The tears began to pour down her face and Theo took her into his arms, as she wept. When she began to whisper apologies and attempted to pull back from him, he held her tighter and hushed her.
Theo made soothing noises and hummed what sounded like a lullaby into her hair, he rubbed her back not so differently than what he'd done for Draco at lunch. Theo was a deep strength like the rocks of the earth. And for one of the first times in her life, Hermione leaned on someone else.
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Draco sneezed as he continued to work through the books, diagnosing, cleaning, repairing, and starting the cycle again. His next sneeze happened and then another in short succession, right on time in rotation.
A laughing Madam Pince came over, "Boys never learn the importance of household charms. You need to clear the dust, you wave your wand just so and the incantation is abiit pulvis. It's a variation of the vanishing charm, the wand motion is the same. Mothers need to teach their sons these, just as they would a daughter." Draco was growing used to this new version of the dour librarian, one who joked with him and let him know that there was another adult that cared about him, that thought there was more to his future than a dark cell in Azkaban.
"No Madam Pince," Draco smiled and confided, "I suppose she figured between the house elves and the future Lady Malfoy that it would be covered. I can't imagine my father using a housekeeping charm to be honest."
"Nor I, Mr Malfoy, nor I." Madam Pince surveyed his workstation and the status of the books that he had worked on so far, "It's coming along isn't it? You really have done well on this project." Draco noted the look of pride that was on her features, something he'd clawed desperately to see from his father his whole life, yet the librarian freely gave it.
"With the exceptions of the books that were a total loss," Draco remarked, sadly.
"Well yes," Madam Pince said, "Except those of course, although some I have sent to a specialty book repair shop in Paris. Hopefully they will have some secrets they can impart on my poor books. The complete destruction of some is a tragedy though and I have a list compiled of all the books that have been destroyed entirely."
A list? That was just what his mother had asked him for in the letter he'd received after lunch. The book drive was going well on her end, but she needed a list to entice reluctant pureblood wives to donate to the Hogwarts library. Could he copy the list while Madam Pince was distracted or stepped out.
"Could I see the list?" Draco heard himself ask, as though all his Slytherin cunning had deserted him.
"Of course. Accio Destroyed Book List." As the list flew threw the air into the librarian's hand, the door of the library opened with a creak, causing both occupants of the library to turn towards the sound. "Oh good afternoon, Ms. Granger. I had hoped that you would continue working with Mr Malfoy on this project. I may make a librarian out of him yet, but he certainly could use help on the scope of this project."
Draco couldn't look away from Hermione's face. Her eyes were red from crying and her lip trembled a little as she responded to the librarian in a voice that did not shake, "As if I would volunteer my afternoon in another location, Madam Pince."
The librarian smiled kindly at Hermione and then handed the list over to Draco, "I have to have some words with the Headmistress about the portkey that I am taking to Paris tomorrow. Mr. Malfoy, perhaps work on the restricted section since Ms Granger is here to handle the books for you, I find that bit of your probation especially irksome." Madam Pince continued to mumble to herself about 'meddling Aurors' and 'unreasonable restrictions on perfectly fine young people' as she strode out of the library.
"You can't touch the restricted section books?" Hermione asked, confused, her hand swiping up at her still watery eyes.
"I'm not allowed to touch anything that may potentially provide knowledge of the Dark Arts, it's a condition of my house arrest," Draco replied, as he walked to her and stroked her cheek, "And you've been crying." He observed, his heart breaking at the sight.
"Just a little," Hermione evaded, but covered his hand with her own. "I don't want to talk about why right now, I'll just start again." Draco nodded in understanding and leaned forward claiming his mouth with hers. When he slowly pulled back from the kiss, he ran his thumb over her bottom lip and smiled sadly at her. Who upset her? He'd rend them into pieces. Who had sent those howlers to her? He would find out from Theo and then the two of them could come up with a way to make them pay for this, because whoever had made her cry would get what was coming to them.
Hermione revelled in his touch and rather than dealing with the books, she took Draco by the hand and led him into an obscured aisle of the Restricted Section. She turned back with her chest pressed against his and wrapped her arms around his neck drawing him down to her, not that he was in any way unwilling. He only had to shove down the feeling of unreality as he brought his mouth to hers, the frisson of energy between their two sets of lips right before they met.
When Draco pulled back again to stare into her golden eyes and wonder how he could have gotten so lucky, Hermione commanded, "Kiss me Draco."
He kissed her lightly, the merest of touches of their lips despite knowing what it was that she wanted. He could feel her heat pressed into him and her skin was flushed, eyes dilated with desire, and a throaty noise erupted from her.
"No, kiss me like you mean it, Draco," she breathed. Draco didn't need to be told twice as he took what she was offering, wrapping her braid around his fist roughly as he covered her mouth. She exhaled and he used the opportunity to invade her willing mouth with his tongue. Hermione responded in kind, their kisses growing wetter, their bodies pressed together, both of their hands wandering, stroking, touching.
Draco still had one hand tight around her braided hair, as the other slid beneath her jumper, his fingers tracing her navel, up to skim her ribs before travelling further up to ease beneath her bra capturing a nipple between his fingers. Hermione moaned into his mouth and arched into his touch.
"If we don't stop, I'm going to shag you against this bookcase," Draco panted, his erection ached, hard against his trousers.
"That's what I was going for," Hermione whispered, her breath coming in the same frantic gasps. "I have always had a thing for libraries and no one has ever shagged me in one. Could be one for the pensieve to show Theo and Pansy." Her petite hand slid between his waistband and his skin, her fingertips grazing the tip of his cock. She rubbed the precum in circles over his tip and Draco leaned his forehead against hers.
"Just like that, good girl," Draco moaned, his head falling back as his eyes slid closed. "You're doing so well, gods, that feels incredible." He looked back down at her as he unhooked his trousers to allow Hermione access that she used to wrap her hand around his hard shaft. She spit on her other palm and rolled her hand over him, dragging it up and down.
"Fu-fuck, Hermione," Draco praised, as his fingers frantically worked at the button and zipper of her denims, desperate to touch her too. When he eased a finger inside of her core, he found that she was dripping. She hissed and arched at his intrusion, desperate for more…more friction…more fingers…more of him.
Draco pressed her up against the bookshelf with his body even harder, causing a gasp to slip from her lips. The sounds coming from them filled the restricted section; their wet kisses, her desperate whines, his own hisses. Draco added another finger between her wet lips and he growled at the feeling of her walls gripping him. "Fuck Hermione," he grunted out again just as her stroking hands were causing the tension in his lower body to grip him.
Suddenly the sharp sound of Madam Pince's heels clicked against the library floor as she returned, likely coming to check on them. They jumped apart. Draco cursed under his breath as he tucked his stiff aching cock away and adjusted his clothes to hide the evidence of their activities. He'd been so close.
"Scourgify!"
Hermione buttoned herself quickly and ran her hands over her hair, a lost cause as Draco had messed the plait up terribly with his rough hands. She was able to grab several books and Draco had the diagnostic charm floating in the air over it before the librarian turned the corner to see their progress in her absence.
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Theo knocked on the door to Cordelia's office, feeling desperate to have this individual therapy session.
"Good afternoon, Theo," Cordelia directed him to a seat, "I have to say I was happily surprised that you wanted to join me for another individual session so soon." She smiled kindly, "And while I have some things I would love for us to talk about based on our last session, I think you have some more pressing things that you'd like to discuss. And just a reminder that everything that you share with me is confidential unless someone is in danger."
"Well," Theo sighed and then took a breath, as he decided that just letting it all out was the right way to go, "So the dancing around with Draco and Hermione finally resulted in them falling into bed with a little encouragement from me and Pansy. Stubborn those two. Anyways, I went to bed with the two of them and it was …life changing. I love Drake more than anyone except Pansy and I enjoy fooling around with him, but having him and Hermione at the same time. It was like…what are those muggle things…fireworks…it was like fireworks under my skin. And now Hermione has me feeling all sorts of these feelings." Theo ran his hands through his curls, anxiously.
"What sorts of feelings, Theodore?" Cordelia inquired, her chin on her hand.
"I'm feeling jealous, possessive, I feel protective, I wanted to snap Cormac in half when he put his hand on her."
Cordelia instantly became sidetracked with this information, "When did this happen? Can you give me a bit of a run through on the events that happened between Hermione and Cormac?"
"It was today during the refreshment break. He's just the type of guy that doesn't take no for an answer. All through school I've heard rumours and allegations from witches about him and love potions. I just think he's a tosser. I know that he and Hermione went on a date once, literally years ago. And now he seems to think that he has a claim on her, that he can touch her whenever he wants."
Cordelia's face was a study in stone and Theo realised that he had said something that had crossed a line for her. "Please continue Theo."
"Cormac touching her made me feel jealous and possessive and I started thinking all these thoughts like that she's mine. I feel this urge to possess, keep her safe, hold her close, and most terrifyingly of all to protect her from potential threats with violence if necessary. And I don't want to feel that way and I don't feel this way when she's with Draco or Pansy. The thought of her being with someone else makes me physically ill. The only time I've ever felt like this in the past is when my needs aren't being met and they are right now, so I just don't understand what's happening. I just have never felt so angry about someone touching one of my lovers. I wanted to break every finger in his hand for daring to touch her."
"Theo, do you think the fact that Hermione wasn't consenting to the touch was what made you feel so aggravated? And Hermione has been through alot. I really feel like you should communicate with Hermione about how you're feeling. This relationship is all new and communication should be a priority."
"It's only really been going on the last two days."
"Sometimes, when something is new, it can take some time for it to settle and for those intense feelings to settle. You want her attention, maybe that's what you're needing right now. Consent is important and your focus on consent is reasonable. One of the things I would like you to internalise is that you don't have to handle everything yourself. It's okay to come to the Headmistress or myself if someone is crossing lines and mistreating others. Was there anything else that you wanted to talk through?"
"I hear what you are saying, but it's hard to ignore the instinct for independence honed over my life. And yes. So a bit ago, Hermione took me with her to listen to the Howlers she had received so she wouldn't be alone and you wouldn't believe the misogynistic shite that came out of the mouth of the Weasley Matriarch," Theo began, shaking his head at the memory as the QuickQuotes Quill noted it down.
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Dinner that evening was a big occasion, with the Great Hall decorated formally and the front dias included Lucia and Hans as well as some of the other members of the recovery crew who had finished their work at the castle. There wouldn't be anymore dead bodies or parts discovered in the rubble his relatives had assured him and Blaise had to admit to relief at that. He had not appreciated the feeling of numb nothingness that he had felt as Theo and he had discussed the disembodied arm.
He loved his mother, really he did, but he did not want to become like her, especially when it came to death and dismemberment. People may consider him feckless and vain, but that was better than being in truth a Dark Wizard. He didn't think his consternation was showing on his face until Luna's hand was suddenly squeezing his. He looked over at her and she smiled and mouthed "Are you okay?" He smiled back, squeezing her hand and nodded. She returned her attention to McGonagall who had approached the podium to begin to speak, but continued to hold his hand.
Blaise surveyed the room and noticed that Tracey was glaring at Luna and at their joined hands. Oh. Oh. He was giving Luna what he'd denied Tracey, public affection, a relationship outside of alcoves and abandoned classrooms. He had been ignoring the social milieu a bit too much if he'd missed the venom that was brewing there. He would need to enlist the rest of his snakes in keeping Luna safe. And get a younger spy in the Slytherin Common room post haste. Considering the options he immediately discarded either of the Carrow twins, they were absolutely Millie's minions. Harper would do it for him, they'd been on the Quidditch team together long enough, but considering he was one of the people he wanted to watch, that would hardly do. Aethel Rowle was far too desperate to be accepted by the others with her father serving life in Azkaban. Which left the wallflower, Eurydice Thorinn, he could even offer he and Luna's friendship on a clandestine basis until he found replacement sources of information when the term began.
Tracey whispered in Millicent's ear and the two girls turned to glare openly at him, Blaise caught their eye and they swiftly turned around, whispering to each other. Theo noticed them as well and looked at Blaise with an eyebrow raised. Blaise shook his head and tried to indicate that they should discuss it later with his eyes. Theo shrugged and returned to pretending to pay attention to the Headmistress, the very picture of an attentive Head Boy.
McGonagall cleared her throat and addressed the room, "Thank you all for joining us for a banquet to celebrate several things. First, we have all made it halfway through the summer program. I'd like you all to give yourselves a round of applause, I know that this has not been easy work." The applause was not as robust as she would have liked, her lips pursing slightly before she continued, "We'd like to express our gratitude to the Bianchi Associates Search and Recovery Team and all their hard work. It's been gruelling and difficult work. Thank you for your dedication to the task at hand." At that, Lucia and Hans as well as their crew stood and bowed.
While the audience clapped, Blaise stood and gave passionate applause to his beloved relatives. Luna stood as well, followed by Theo and the rest of their table. Lucia blushed and smiled at him and Hans let out one of his very deep booming laughs.
"Indeed," McGonagall said, returning to her remarks, "We are also quite lucky to have received some significant support for the rebuilding effort from some anonymous benefactors. Beginning tomorrow, there will be professionals coming to take over the intensive rebuilding work.
Anyone who was working on the construction, masonry, windows, etcetera, you are welcome to find other things to fill your free time. The Quidditch pitch will be reconstructed by the Ministry team that built the World Cup Stadium and that will begin in the next few days. If your afternoon assignment has been taken over, please check with your professors to find somewhere for you to help. I'm also very pleased to announce that the new Eighth year dorm will be completed within the next two weeks, perhaps even before you all leave for the long weekend ahead of coming back for the term on September 1."
"I was wondering to myself how the school would be ready for first years in just a few weeks. But wow, that has got to be really expensive. There will be a lot of crews to come and help," Hermione said in surprise, "whoever is paying for that is doing a really good thing."
"Aren't they, just," Blaise said noncommittally, raising an eyebrow at Draco and Theo to see if either would confess to what he was sure that they were up to. Both of them had their faces utterly blank, that in itself was suspicious, but if they wanted to keep their largesse a secret from the masses…Oh not the masses, he realised suddenly, they wanted to keep their donations a secret from Granger and the rest of the summer program attendees. Fair enough, he'd hidden that Zabini coffers had paid his cousin's company. Everyone was entitled to a little privacy, especially in regards to how they spent their fortunes.
Speaking of spending his fortune…
As he looked at Luna's empty neckline, he considered visiting a magical jeweller in Rome that had unique pieces that would suit his little fey woman. Once he knew what was going on with his mother. Putting some expensive jewels on Luna would make his intentions clear to all the pureblood and half blood girls, especially those who were currently scheming. He wanted there to be no doubt about how he felt about the ethereal blonde next to him.
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After dinner, when the foursome were back up in their room, Theo got everyone firewhisky, levitating the platter and then the drinks to everyone both nonverbally and wandlessly simultaneously.
Hermione had to wonder how strong Theo was magically. Things that he did were supposedly not possible according to most of what she'd read. Maybe she ought to take him up on his offer to tutor her on wandless magic. She did notice that it was particularly Charms that he excelled at, maybe he'd take a mastery after Hogwarts. He really was truly gifted.
Pansy pulled Hermione onto her lap and was giving her a soothing massage of her biceps and forearms. Hermione's feet stretched outward, her toes pointing toward Draco who sat at the other end of the couch.
As he reached up to grab it, Draco looked at his drink suspiciously, "This isn't the spiked bottle, right?"
Theo smiled mischievously, "Oh no, I'm saving the rest of that for a special occasion."
"Special occasion, my arse, Theo," Draco replied hotly, "Your fixation on consent better include bleeding Veritaserum!"
Pansy's massaging hands travelled up to Hermione's neck and shoulders and Hermione took a deep sip of her firewhiskey before Pansy slipped it out of her hand.
Pansy guided Hermione's head to her shoulder and continued the steady rhythm of the massage. Hermione felt her body loosening from the firewhiskey and Pansy's strong hands, and her eyes felt so heavy. She took a deep breath and the world faded to darkness.
When she started to awaken sometime later, the first thing she saw was that a now shirtless Theo was now sitting on the couch next to her and Pansy. His right arm was wrapped around Pansy's shoulder, his left stretched out across the top of the couch. His head was thrown back and his eyes were squeezed closed, the look on his face almost a grimace. His hair was mussed and his lips were swollen from kisses, and a tiny bit of blood was on his lower lip from either Pansy or Draco biting him.
Looking down, she saw that Draco was on his knees between Theo's own legs. Draco had his forearms braced on Theo's muscular thighs while he licked the side of Theo's rather impressive shaft.
"Alright Draco now suck his balls, gently, gently," Pansy directed, "Now spit in your palm and stroke his cock with your other hand. Good. Good job. Now let's see how much you can swallow."
Theo let out a ragged moan and Pansy hushed him, "You have to be quiet so as to not wake up Hermione, Theodore. She's had a rough couple days, she needs her rest."
Draco looked up and met Hermione's eyes and winked, right as he swallowed Theo's cock centimetre by centimetre until tears ran down his cheeks as he continued looking up into Hermione's eyes. Theo's hips started to buck as he gripped the back of Draco's head and began to fuck his mouth in earnest.
"I don't think I'll ever get tired of that view," Hermione murmured, the sound lost amongst the wet sound of Draco sucking Theo's cock and the moans and grunts that Theo had begun to let loose in heaving desperation as he begged Draco not to stop, begged him to let him finish in his mouth, to swallow all his cum. Hermione felt herself begin to grow damp at the show. By the time Theo finally finished, Pansy had realised she was awake and had checked in before giving Hermione wet hot kisses on her neck as they both watched the boys find pleasure in one another.
How had this become her life? If she'd lost everything from before the war, then this was an unbelievable replacement. If the War had destroyed the Golden Trio, at least it had given her this new life and her own personal den of snakes. She only hoped that they didn't tire of her and that this really could last.
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