Edited 6/7/23: Minor Grammar/Spelling.
A little answer to the soul bond question, Mustlvh2o.
Enjoy this longer than average chapter of this fic!
Sunday, June 7, 1998
"Hermione!" She jerked up and groaned at the crick in her neck. She blinked blearily and saw Theo frowning at her from the other side of the table.
"Th-Theo?" She slurred, still waking up.
"Yes, you know, your husband. I know this may surprise you but you married two hot blooded men, not a musty old book," he smirked gesturing to the book that she'd been using as a pillow.
She groaned. "What time is it?"
"Three in the morning. Come on, the books will be here in the morning."
"Theo, I think I'm onto something about our bond," she started excitedly.
"In the most loving and affectionate way I can say this, love, I do not give a damn. You can give me a whole overhead presentation in the morning, but for the love of Merlin, I want to go to sleep."
She nodded and grinned at him, "So crabby, Lord Nott."
He grumbled as he dragged her upstairs. After she got ready for bed, she crawled in behind Theo so that he was sandwiched between her and Draco.
"Goodnight," she whispered, but both her men were already fast asleep.
By the time breakfast was over, Hermione was practically bouncing in her seat. Theo had engaged Draco and Ginny in a very in-depth discussion on Quidditch, pointedly ignoring Hermione's excitement about her research project.
After breakfast, Ginny decided that she was going to spend time with her Mum and Ron then have dinner with her dad and other brothers. Hermione practically dragged Theo and Draco to the library and forced them to sit down at one of the tables.
"Alright," she said in her best imitation of Professor McGonagall, "I have some fascinating information for you."
Theo chuckled when Drsco sat up straighter, playing his diligent student role beautifully. "We're waiting on the edge of our seats, Professor Malfoy-Nott," Theo drawled.
She smirked at him. "I believe that we have a Soul-bond, that we're soulmates."
Theo snorted and Draco gaped at her. "Hermione, those are by far one of the rarest and untraceable forms of Magic out there," Theo said gently.
"Thank you, Theodore," she said with a huff, "you said you'd listen to what I have to say, so if you could kindly shut up, I'd appreciate it."
He smirked but nodded for her to continue. "As I was saying," she said primly, setting down a large tome in front of them "when I was talking with Fleur yesterday I mentioned how I could feel our bond. It's almost like I can feel your heartbeats faintly in my chest. She said that was abnormal for a bond like ours, which led me to think it's deeper."
Draco nodded thoughtfully and rubbed his own chest. Theo went a bit pink and averted his eyes. "So I think we have a soul bond." She pointed to a long passage in the text.
While there hasn't been much research done on the soul bond. History became legend. Legend has become myth in our times. When a dyad or triad vows themselves to each other a connection most deep forms.
Some families have collected more information on their bonds, but most tales seem to be anecdotal. These families keep this information very close and do not often share it. Only one book has been written and formally published, A Definitive Guide to Soul-Bonds by Madame Lenormand. It is said that during her exile by Napoleon she interviewed many of the Old Families.
A takeaway from the book: "While soul bonds aren't always understood, they often signify great change. A soul-bonded dyad or tríad will often shake the very foundations of the society it finds itself in. There are said to be ways to strengthen the bond, but they are held in close confidence."
When a soul-bonded dyad or triad is broken (death or loss of trust), much chaos ensues. One famous example is that of The Two Maidens of Pompeii. While Muggle historians deigned them to be two women, they were actually a famous Wizarding Dyad, Bartolommeo Aeneas and Grifo Summanus. Bartolommeo passed after an extended illness causing the eruption of Mt. Vesuvius and the tragedy at Pompeii.
When the two finished reading she continued, "And we can strengthen it." She handed them each a small journal from their familial libraries. Draco held Le Journal de Françoise et Ysabeau Malfoi (The Journal of Françoise and Ysabeau Malfoy) and Theo was looking at The Tale of Ælfflæd and Hereward.
"According to these, there are some rituals we can perform. We may not even need to use these," she said, shaking her bracelet at them. "Another one would help us be able to Apparate to each other no matter the distance, even if we didn't know exactly where each other was. There were a couple of other weird ones that I don't think we need, like simultaneous orgasms."
"No we're already quite good at that, aren't we?" Theo purred, finally getting into the conversation.
Draco flushed, and looked down at the journal that he'd flipped open. "Submission Ritual," he translated aloud, "forces the submissive partner(s) to obey any and all commands given by the dominant partner(s)." He looked annoyed, "we won't be needing that, we're equals!"
Hermione chuckled, "Yes I think many of the rituals have gone out of style because of things like that, but of course these journals got me started on other rituals." She lightly placed a small pamphlet in front of them, the front read, The Art of Sex Magic.
"Ah," Theo grinned, "you definitely didn't fall asleep reading this one." He flipped it open and they watched as the animated drawing enacted the ritual.
"Erm, no,"she flushed, running her finger along one of the whirls on the wood.
"Is there a way to verify that we have a soul-bond?" Draco asked quietly, mesmerised by her finger's movements.
"There is a ritual, but it's leaning towards Dark Magic," she said with a shrug.
"You're married to two Dark Wizards, love," Theo purred, standing over her shoulder. "Leaning is nothing."
Hermione pushed herself back against him, "I want to do it," she sighed, "then I want to do a few of the other rituals."
"Whatever you want," Theo said, kissing her neck. Draco just watched them with darkening eyes.
"What do you need?" Draco whispered.
"Blood, unicorn hair, Demiguise fur, basilisk venom, and Himalayan pink salt ," Hermione groaned as she felt Theo hardening behind her.
He pushed her forward so her elbows were resting on the table across from Draco. He pulled down her jeans so they were resting below her bum and crouched behind her, holding her arse in each hand.
"A little further, love," Theo said, biting into her right cheek. She obliged him and rested her face against the table. He licked her from her clit all the way to her puckered hole. "Alway so wet when she starts going on and on about research. Draco, be a good boy and read some naughty French rituals to us."
Draco stuttered, but slowly dragged his eyes away from her. He began to read from the journal in front of him, biting back his own whimpers as Hermione let out a loud moan when Theo began to lick at her vigorously.
Draco reading in French was erotic in and of itself. The way he smoothly enunciated his words and slurred through others, sometimes Hermione thought she could come just from that alone.
Spring of Fifth Year
"C'est une vérité universellement reconnue qu'un célibataire pourvu d'une belle fortune doit avoir envie de se marier, et, si peu que l'on sache de son sentiment à cet égard, lorsqu'il arrive dans une nouvelle résidence, cette idée est si bien fixée dans l'esprit de ses voisins qu'ils le considèrent sur-le-champ comme la propriété légitime de l'une ou l'autre de leurs filles," drawled Draco from one of the cosy chairs in the Room of Requirement.
"Pride and Prejudice?" Hermione squeaked. Theo grinned against her neck as he held her in his lap. He hadn't made his move on Draco yet, but they'd been planning for today. Draco's eyes darted up at her noise and widened at the sight of them together.
He cleared his throat and continued to read, while Theo snuck his hands up the sides of her Slytherin jumper, that may or may not have had "Malfoy" scrawled across the back. They were going to go big with this seduction.
They'd gotten onto the topic of foreign languages, and Theo had mentioned his ability to speak Spanish, while Draco had volunteered French, and Hermione Martinican Creole. Theo had promptly handed Draco a book and begged him to read aloud. Hermione had to bite back a smirk when she noticed Draco's eyes darting up to them every few lines, tracking the movement of Theo's hands along her stomach and breasts.
When he'd finished the first chapter, Hermione was absolutely wrecked from Theo's teasing. Her head was thrown back on Theo's shoulder and her lips parted. "Love," Theo murmured into her ear, "would you mind getting my water from my bag?"
She looked at him, but got up, making sure to flash her skirt a bit at Draco. He choked when he saw his name across her back, and Hermione grinned as she swung her hips a bit extra on her way to the bag. She slowly retrieved the water, and took a sip of it, making sure to be as slow as she could.
When she turned, Theo was crouching between Draco's knees, looking up at him. Draco was staring down at Theo like he was in a dream. Hermione dropped herself onto the couch and watched them quietly. "-but you have…" Draco said and looked up to Hermione.
"Mmmm he does, doesn't he?" Hermione chuckled.
"But she's not all I want," Theo purred. "I've seen the way you watch her, but do you know what we decided over break?" Draco shook his head dumbly. "We decided that there was something, rather someone missing."
"W-who?" Draco's voice cracked and he flushed a pretty pink.
"You, querido," Theo said, lifting his hand to Draco's cheek.
"But we're a package deal, Draco," Hermione said softly, sitting up on the couch.
"I-I never imagined…" he looked between them. "But what if it doesn't work?"
"When we first got together, Theo told me to trust my Magic. So that's what we're doing. Can you feel it?" Hermione smiled.
He nodded eyes darting back and forth, "I-I never thought… I haven't been able to stop watching you, either of you since…"
"You've always known, haven't you?" Theo said, smiling up at him. He sat higher and kissed Draco softly. Hermione gasped. There wasn't a lick of jealousy in her. Watching them together felt right.
Draco pulled away, ready to apologise. Hermione shook her head and rushed over, pulling him in for a heated kiss. Theo, still kneeling on the floor, groaned. "Up you go, love," he pushed Hermione to straddle Draco, so she deepened the kiss. "Fuck the two of you look so perfect together."
Theo sat on the couch next to them and pulled Hermione in for a kiss. As usual, they fought for dominance, but Hermione smirked when she heard Draco's whimper below them. "I think someone likes to watch," she murmured against his lips.
Present Day (6/7/1998)
Hermione was pulled from her musings by Draco's groan. He'd given up reading and was watching them, hands clenched on the table. "You want to touch yourself, don't you, mon étoile?" she cooed. Draco nodded frantically. "You have to wait until I've come."
He groaned but continued to watch them with wide eyes. "He still loves to watch as much as he did the first time," she moaned to Theo who gripped her hips even tighter. "And Theo loves to know you're watching." She came shortly after, with a strangled moan, fully sinking into the hardtop of the table.
Theo didn't leave the floor, but crawled between Draco's legs, unzipping his flies. Draco stared down into his lap as Theo began to lap at his cock. Hermione could only see the top of Theo's head bobbing up and down, but smiled down at the sight. She grabbed Draco's hands so he couldn't use them to force Theo to speed up. Draco's eyes darted up to her and he groaned at her position sprawled across the table. Not long after, Draco was coming as well.
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