Edited 5/16/23: Minor Grammar/Spelling. I've decided I don't hate this one, but in general I wouldn't say PoP is my best writing! I urge you to check out my other stuff ;)

TBH I don't love this one, but that's the downfall of challenging myself to write every day for 365 days... I hope you enjoy a little jump back in time and a little honeymoon smut!

Saturday, May 16, 1998

The following morning, when Hermione opened her eyes, she found herself between Theo and Draco. Draco was reading the raunchy novel she'd left on the bedside table, and Theo was sleeping soundly. She inwardly chuckled at the pink tinge to Draco's cheeks as she watched his eyes dart across the pages. Her arm was already resting across his thighs, so creeping up a little further wasn't an unreasonable task. She saw him swallow heavily and saw his cock twitch in his pants.

She ground her hips against the wizard behind her, Theo gripped her hip harder in his sleep. She reached up to stroke a single finger against Draco's cock. He dragged his eyes away from the pages and looked into her eyes.

"Good morning, darling," he croaked out.

"Enjoying your morning reading?" she asked, smirking at him.

"Very much," he said, grinning at her. "How did you sleep?"

"I always sleep better when you're here," she said, continuing her light ministrations on his cock. He shut his eyes for a second and let out a small moan.

Theo was hard behind her as she rocked her hips back into him. He growled against her hair and wrapped his other arm around her neck, pulling her closer to him. Draco watched them with lust filled eyes and let the book fall to the side. She knew that Theo was waking up when she felt the hand on her hip creep around her front and pull her thigh over his.

He lightly thrust his cock against her quickly dampening folds. "I hope this isn't a dream," he mumbled. She angled her hips so that his cock sunk into her, never breaking eye contact with Draco. "Can't be a dream, only my girl's cunt feels like this."

He began to slowly and deeply thrust inside of her, he left arm tightening around her throat. "So fucking good," he groaned into her neck. "Grab her hands, mi amor," he growled.

Draco grabbed both of her hands in one of his own, his eyes darting from her face down to where Theo was fucking into her. "Isn't she so perfect for us?" Theo asked.

"So perfect," Draco choked out. "Look at you taking him so well, darling," he used his other hand to pinch her nipple through the flimsy silk nightgown she was wearing.

Theo pulled out of her, "Hands and knees, love," he said with a smirk. He positioned himself below her, in the 69 position. "Let me watch you fuck her, Draco," he purred.

Not needing to be told twice, Draco scrambled behind her so that he could sink himself into her. Theo attended to her clit while she took him in her mouth. She felt his tongue probing at her entrance along with Draco's cock and moaned, causing Theo to twitch under her. "You can take him deeper, darling, can't you?" Draco purred, gripping her hips tightly.

She swallowed Theo as far as she could and let him thrust up into her. She felt her first orgasm wash over her, Theo groaning as he felt her juices run over his face.

Draco pulled Hermione up so that her back was pressed against his front, still straddling Theo's face. His furious licking didn't stop as Hermione was brought closer to her second orgasm. Draco banded one arm underneath her breasts and the other held her by the throat, pressing her head against his shoulder. "So fucking hot," he groaned. "I love watching you ride his face while I fill you up."

Theo's hands were wrapped around her thighs, gripping Draco's arse, guiding him to fuck her harder. Hermione gripped the hand that was wrapped around her neck as she fell into her second orgasm, squirting this time over Theo's face.

Draco came seconds later. Theo lapped up their combined fluids until Hermione was whimpering from overstimulation. "Lay down love," Theo said softly. She lay on her stomach and felt Theo enter her from behind. She loved this angle. He hit her G spot so well. Draco had collapsed next to her. She turned her head to watch her husbands kiss each other as Theo rocked himself inside of her.

She felt her third orgasm slowly but steadily building as Theo whispered sweet statements into her ear. When she finally came this time, Theo collapsed on top of her with a groan. He rolled off and lay between her and Draco on the bed. Hermione cuddled up into his front as Draco held him from behind.

After a while of laying in sated silence, Hermione cleared her throat. "I think we should go to St. Ives for the day. We can use some Polyjuice and explore the town for a bit, sort of a mini-moon?"

"That sounds delightful," Theo mumbled from where he was buried under the blankets.

The three of them wandered up the beach incognito as they had collected hairs from a pair of siblings and another young man. Theo and Draco had argued for ages on who got to be Hermione's boyfriend for this adventure, but Theo acquiesced when Draco gave him the puppy dog eyes. She chuckled as they watched a young boy play in the waves. "I'm glad we were able to get away," she sighed dreamily.

"It's almost like the War doesn't exist here," Theo said as he tossed a hackysack up in the air.

Draco just sat silently watching the waves crash over the beach. She stood abruptly and pulled Theo up to stand next to her. She held her hand out for Draco who slowly stood and dusted off his rolled up pant legs. Theo was folding the blanket next to them.

"Let's go to dinner," she said, gripping Draco's hand as Theo threw his arm over her shoulders.

All throughout dinner, Draco was quiet. Finally, Theo couldn't stand it anymore, "What's wrong, amor?"

Draco sighed heavily, "I feel dirty. Yesterday at the Manor…" Hermione set her hand on top of his, stroking his knuckles. "Yesterday they were torturing a pair of Muggles and they looked so much like your parents, Granger." Theo let out a comforting noise, and she saw his hand slip under the table and she knew he was squeezing Draco's knee.

"I just wish I had been able to get to know them better before we-"

Summer Before Sixth Year

Draco was pacing outside of her house. Theo was biting his fist trying not to laugh at his nerves. Draco was dressed quite formally, wearing a grey suit, while Theo was wearing a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. She smiled at them as she opened the door, falling over as Theo lunged and tackled her. "We've missed you so much! There is so much to tell you, love!"

Hermione had told her parents when she got home about their Triad. At first they were exceptionally alarmed, good Muggle girls did not have two boyfriends. But Hermione knew exactly how to convince her exceptionally logical parents. She handed them each a book and told them that she'd discuss it when they'd both read both of the books. A few days later, at dinner, her father cleared her throat. "I can't say I'm ecstatic about you having two boys, but after reading the literature you provided I see that you'll be in good company. Do Triads really increase power potential?"

She nodded, excitedly, "Yes, most Triads have special powers. There is a lot of unexplored territory. I know it's not something we see here in the Muggle World, but it feels so right? You know how you always talk about how you loved Mum at first sight?" He nodded, looking fondly at his wife, "It was like that with Theo, and there was always a pull to Draco, but when we were younger I thought it was just because he provided exciting back and forth."

Her mother chuckled, "I always knew it would be him, the whole pulling on the braids thing, you know? I was quite shocked when you brought Theo home." Hermione flushed. "You know that we trust you with everything, ma belle fille, we'll have to give Draco the runaround of course, but we're looking forward to meeting him." The rest of the meal was spent with Hermione discussing her studies and the classes she was most excited to take.

Shaking her head out of her thoughts as she opened the door. "I hate being away from both of you," she said laughing. Her parents were at work, but would be back for dinner later that evening. Draco stood in the doorway, just watching Theo peppering kisses all over Hermione's face. "Come in, Draco," she said laughing and trying to push Theo off. Finally Draco stepped through the door and softly shut it behind him.

She'd finally gotten Theo off of her and hopped up, throwing her arms around Draco's neck, kissing him soundly. He stiffened for a second and as she was about to pull away, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her up to meet his lips easier. She wrapped her legs around him and squealed as he deepened the kiss and pushed her against the wall.

He finally pulled away, panting. "Fuck, Granger I've missed you so much," he said quietly, forehead pushed against hers. "All I've had is this tosser keeping me company and he's not nearly as soft as you are."

Theo scoffed and made his way into the living room, dropping onto the couch. Hermione and Draco soon followed and she nestled between them.

"Tell me," she whispered. Draco had shed his suit jacket at some point and began to roll up his sleeve.

"My mission is to kill Dumbledore, as a way to 'rehabilitate' my family name," he said with a scoff as he stared down at the Dark Mark staining his arm.

"It's a fucking suicide mission," Theo said, heatedly. "We won't let them kill you!"

Hermione dropped her head back and looked at the ceiling. "I wish Sirius was here, he would have known what to do with the Black family's latest Blood Traitor."

Theo chuckled, "Hermione Granger's Band of Blood Traitors."

She rolled her eyes. "We could go to Remus or Moody or McGonagall?"

"Lupin and McGonagall," said Draco softly, "one for outside and one for inside of Hogwarts."

She nodded, "I'll send them a letter tonight and we'll set up a meeting."

The rest of the afternoon was spent introducing Draco to the Muggle World. He was enraptured by the Telly and fascinated by all the kitchen gadgets.

When her parents were due to arrive, Draco started pacing again. He pulled a bouquet of flowers and a wooden replica of Hogwarts out of Theo's bag.

When her parents came bustling in from work, they went straight to their room to get changed. Draco looked like he was going to face the executioner while Theo was watching the telly ignoring the whole thing. Her parents came down the stairs and entered the living room, Draco handed Jean his bouquet of hibiscus flowers and Richard got the replica.

"That one is from Draco and I," Theo chimed.

"The hibiscus is from the greenhouse in the Manor," Draco said flushed. "It's an honour to meet you both."

"So you're the one who was a little shite to our Hermione?" Richard said, menacingly.

Draco gulped and Theo chuckled. "I, well, yes I was quite awful to her, but I've seen the error of my ways and I intend to spend as long as she'll have me earning her forgiveness and affections."

Jean looked at him thoughtfully. "You understand why you were wrong?"

He swallowed heavily, "Yes, Gra-Hermione proved everything they ever said about Muggleborns wrong and I started reading some Muggle novels last summer and it really opened my eyes. I'm sorry to you both for ever believing all the lies my father taught me.

Jean and Richard looked at each other for a few seconds then beaming, Jean pulled Draco into a hug, "Welcome to the family, Draco!"

Richard chuckled and clapped him on the back. He turned to Theo and with a tilt of his head, dragged both boys to his woodshop, Hermione could hear him polling them about how they created the Hogwarts model.

Their dinner went as smooth as she could have ever hoped. Hermione and Theo had taken bets to see how long Richard and Draco would argue over paying the bill (20 minutes and Richard won, leaving Hermione 10 galleons richer). When Theo and Draco apparated away with the help of Gertie that night, Hermione was feeling especially debauched after they each gifted her with a goodbye orgasm. Her mother just winked at her and grinned.

Present (May 16, 1998)

After they soberly finished their dessert, the three of them slowly made their way back to their beach house. They spent the evening on their back porch listening to the waves, enjoying a bottle of fine wine. Hermione looked over at her men on their couch after they'd been silent for a few minutes, they were sitting, softly kissing. It wasn't the sort of kiss that builds up to something more, but the sort that says, "I'm here for you, no matter what." She felt her heart swell with affection for both of them, and not for the first time was glad that she had seen past old prejudices.

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