The warm rays of the sun shone on Hermione's face. Her limbs felt heavy as she stretched, the nightshirt she wore pulled up over her belly. It had been a long night, and she felt the weight of everything she had to face in the next few days settling over her.
Before bed, she'd written a letter to Ron asking him to talk with her when they did the custody exchange. He hadn't responded when she fell asleep, but she would see him in two days. She could plan what she would say to him, relax, and enjoy being with her wizards.
She slowly blinked her eyes, adjusting for the brightness, when an elf popped into existence next to the bed. Holding a tray of various breakfast foods, the little elf set everything down on the side table before bowing and disappearing again.
The smell of coffee filled her nose, and Hermione sighed, leaning against the plush pillows. After the night before, Hermione had sworn that Theo would have kept her up all night, showing her how she belonged to him. Instead, he'd only led her to their room and put her to bed.
When Hermione looked around, she was slightly disappointed at the lack of a wizard in the bed with her still, but she snuffed that down. She reminded herself that there wouldn't be any returning to how things had been before she'd left. The way Draco had looked last night when she'd arrived with Theo said so much more than any of the words he'd used had.
She'd hurt him. She'd broken him in her pathetic attempt at protecting herself.
However, sitting in the giant oversized bed, the baby in her womb began moving, and Hermione pushed aside the guilt. Rushing to the ensuite, Hermione emptied her bladder quickly before diving back into the warm, thick blankets.
Grabbing the tray, Hermione's smile faltered when she saw the note tucked carefully beside the little coffee pot. The outside was blank, but Hermione knew it was meant for her.
After you eat, come to the study.
It was unsigned, but Hermione recognised Theo's tidy script and swallowed hard. Her eyes flickered to the black diamond on her hand. It absorbed all the light around it but still managed to shine. It was beautiful.
Suddenly, any thought of food made Hermione's stomach turn as the anticipation of what Theo wanted with her took over. He'd given her this ring that could never be removed. What if he regretted that now that he knew she was pregnant?
An image of Astoria lying unconscious on the ground flashed through her mind, and Hermione's body shuddered. Would he be so careless with her even if they were linked for life?
After eating the toast, Hermione took a few sips of coffee to wash it down and was out of bed. When Theo took her from Diagon Alley, Hermione had no belongings besides her wand. Not wanting to wear the shift Draco had transfigured for her the night before, Hermione pulled it off and began searching for something else. Perhaps she could wear one of the boys' shirts.
Opening the wardrobe, Hermione gasped when she found various maternity robes hanging up for her. There was also a selection of soft jumpers and leggings that she'd love to slip in.
When could they have had time to do all this? She wondered absentmindedly, running her hand over the delicate material. The silk felt like water under her fingers.
She smiled when she found a simple emerald sweater dress with a high collar. The long sleeves flared at the wrists, and the dress hugged her curves and accentuated her belly.
Breathing in the smell of the clean linens brought a smile to her lips as Hermione shifted through the bottom of the wardrobe until she'd found a pair of house shoes to wear. A look in the mirror, she quickly wove her hair into a plait that fell over her shoulder. A nod to herself and Hermione left the bedroom.
As if by magic, the home guided her down the long winding hall and up a staircase. Another turn, Hermione was overwhelmed by how masculine the entire home was. The harsh dark wood and the oil lights that cast the whole space in shadows made it feel welcoming and ominous. It was an odd combination that only seemed Theo knew how to make.
Stepping up to the ajar door, she gently knocked and waited for an answer.
Slowly, the heavy wood opened, showing a study she'd only seen in pictures but never in real life. Much like the hallway and the foyer, thick wooden logs made up the walls while a massive window overlooked the mountain range in the distance. One wall comprised a bookcase filled to the brim, while a fireplace was on another. The mantle held personal objects, pictures of Draco and Scorpius, and one of her and Rose.
"Hermione, have a seat," Theo instructed from behind his oversized oak desk. Draco sat on the side of a black leather couch near the bookshelf. Hermione, however, was being directed towards the wingback chair opposite Theo's. While she'd been sleeping, Draco had trimmed his beard to look much cleaner, and his hair had been cut and styled.
Hermione slowly lowered herself into the seat, only nibbling at her lower lip.
"Do you know why you're here?" Theo asked, his fingers steepled as he looked over at her. A few curls were falling into his eyes; gods, he looked gorgeous.
"Yes, I believe so," Hermione murmured, twisting her hands in her lap. Her nerves were on such an edge that she felt she might combust soon.
"Then you know what you did was wrong and completely unacceptable." Theo continued, his eyes shifting to Draco before returning to rest on her. "I did want to assure you that you have nothing to fear. Astoria has been dealt with, and Draco's divorce has been filed as of this morning. If the baby is biologically his, there will be no repercussions to you or our daughter."
"Our daughter?" Hermione asked, her eyes widening and her heart racing in her chest. "You mean -"
"Regardless of who fathered her, she is ours , Hermione," Theo stated. A flicker of a smirk appeared on his lips but disappeared as quickly as it had come. "However, before that, there is the matter at hand of how you tried to disappear and hide yourself and our daughter as well."
"I'm sorry," Hermione turned her gaze to the floor, unwilling to look in Theo's direction any longer. "I know I should have spoken with you."
"That's right, you should have." Hermione could hear movement from Theo's seat as he moved beside her. "I warned you that you would be punished if you ever tried to deny me again, did I not?" Theo's voice was warm against the shell of her ear, and Hermione's entire body shivered in response.
"You did," Hermione replied, her teeth sinking into her lip.
"Draco, if you would," Theo had pulled away from her. Her blasted curiosity got the better of her, and Hermione was shocked when she saw thick black ropes hanging from the ceiling.
"Stand up, Hermione. I'll need you to undress and then stand here. I promise no harm will come to the baby, but you will learn a lesson." Theo was rolling up the sleeves of the black shirt he wore. The veins of his forearms showed, and Draco next to him followed suit. "I will admit, I'm very much looking forward to this and have thought of little else since I found you yesterday."
Hermione did as directed, slowly disrobing and stepping out of the slippers she'd so carefully chosen. The plush rug felt like she was digging her toes through fur, which she assumed she most likely was. With her body fully exposed to them, Hermione stepped forward to where the ropes were hanging.
At once, they began to snake around her arms and thighs, spreading her leg wide so she was fully open to them. A few even wrapped around her midsection, lifting the baby in her womb and giving her relief that she hadn't even realised that she'd been desperate for. A sigh escaped her lips as the bindings tightened around her. It felt heavenly.
"I want to start slow with you," Theo purred, his voice deep. "I don't want to do too much because we must take care of the baby first and foremost, do you understand?"
"Yes, sir," Hermione panted as Draco stepped forward, dropping to his knees before her. His lips pressed against her belly as his hands cupped where her daughter lay, resting and growing.
"Then I believe edging will be an appropriate first punishment," Theo said, and Draco's lips travelled downwards to her already dripping cunt. "I can't imagine it's been comfortable for you all these months not being able to find that release. Well, that's going to be intensified today."
"Sir," Hermione moaned as Draco flattened his tongue and swiped through her folds. "Sir, please no," Hermione begged, but Theo only clicked his tongue at her.
"You've denied us, so now we will deny you."
Draco wasted no time, his moan vibrating through her already strung-out body, causing her to buck against his face. She knew that she was dripping, but she didn't care. The taste of pleasure that Theo had given her the day before had not been enough. Had she not been so exhausted from the events the day before, she would have happily given them her body over and over last night.
Draco pulled back quickly, sensing her impending orgasm and instead moving to rubbing her calves and ankles. It shouldn't have been a sensual touch, but her body felt as if it were on fire from the massage he was giving her. She looked towards Theo, tears glistening, but his mask was firmly in place. He moved over to her while Draco still worked her feet, latched onto one of her breasts, and began to suck.
"Hm, you already have milk," Theo groaned against her skin before latching back on and drinking down what her body was already producing to nourish their daughter.
Draco's hands were still on her legs, giving her a deep tissue massage, and Hermione was purring like she was in heat. Needy for their attention and touch, she would accept anything they were willing to give her.
"Do you know why I gave this ring to you and not Draco?" Theo asked, pulling away from her breast, his lips ghosting over her clavicle.
"Why?" Hermione breathed, trying to rub her thighs together for some friction where she needed it but not where they were giving her any. Draco was now lovingly caressing the back of her knees, and Hermione had never considered that might be such a sensitive area.
"Because after you tried to escape me, I had to make sure you never could again." Theo's mouth latched down on her collarbone and sucked at the skin there. "Unlike you, Draco is a good boy who would never try to hide from me."
She could hear Draco suck in a breath at the term good boy. Draco's fingers were inside her, and Hermione let out a yelp at the sudden touch. All too soon, he was pulling away again. Her eyes opened, and she watched Draco's pale hand reach up, her arousal dripping as he offered it to Theo. The brunette wizard dipped his head, accepting the gift freely being given, humming in delight at her taste on Draco's skin.
"Draco doesn't need a ring, unlike you. Despite his lapse in judgement in his marriage," Theo growled out the word marriage as if it tasted foul on his lips, "he has always remained right where he was supposed to be."
Hermione moaned as Draco's mouth found her centre again, drinking up the flowing arousal that was dripping from her.
It wouldn't take much, just a bit more pressure, and she'd find that sweet release. She couldn't tell them that, though. If she did, she knew that Theo would stop everything, and Hermione needed them to finish her.
"Up, Draco," Theo commanded as Hermione's vision blurred. As the warmth from his mouth exposed her to the cool air, Hermione cried out in frustration, tears welling in her eyes.
"No, please," Hermione begged, but Theo only clicked his tongue as he disrobed. First, the shirt slipped down his arms and pooled at his feet. Hermione's fingers itched to touch every muscle she could see, explore his body, and relearn everything about him, but she was immobilised.
"No," Theo pulled his belt free and dropped it to the floor, causing a clatter.
Hermione's gaze turned onto Draco, who was watching her with a hunger in his eyes. His tongue darted out to wet his lips, and she could see where she was still glistening on his chin. He followed Theo's lead, his clothes slowly being removed piece by piece, and Hermione wanted to scream in her frustration.
"I can see that pool dripping onto my custom rug," Theo said, his eyes flickering between her legs. "It was over five hundred thousand galleons, and here you are, making an utter mess of it."
"I'm sorry, please," Hermione started, but Theo cut her off, reaching out and lightly squeezing her throat. With his free hand, he'd dropped his trousers, and his thick cock sprung out, brushing against her stomach.
"Don't apologise. Instead of being utterly overpriced and useless, it's now my favourite thing in this room."
Theo released her and turned his back on her as he strolled towards a now fully nude Draco. The rippling back muscles that were perfectly sculpted had Hermione making noises that she didn't even know she could produce. Her eyes travelled down to his narrow hips, his arse looked rock hard, and Hermione desperately wanted to sink her teeth into it.
The two wizards embraced, and Theo's hands were in Draco's hair, pulling his head back to expose his neck. His teeth ran up the column of his throat while silver eyes stared at her. Hermione jumped, trying to break free to rub her thighs together or have her arms released, but it was of no use. The ropes only tightened more, holding her in place.
Draco moaned when Theo cupped his sack, massaging him gently and then giving a tug. Gods, Hermione needed to touch herself to take this ache away, but the stronger the hold became, the more she struggled.
Theo's other hand pumped himself a few times before he eased Draco to the rug. Their mouth attached, and the flush on Draco's pale skin made him look even more beautiful. A hiss from Draco and Hermione was full-on crying now. Her body needed more attention, and watching them only worsened the heat under her skin.
Theo was fully seated in Draco. The blonde's legs were held up in one of Theo's hands. Draco gripped himself, pumping with every thrust Theo took inside him. Hermione tried to stomp her foot or move but found herself completely frozen. Her body was on fire, and she thought she might go mad from the torment.
As she helplessly watched Theo ravish Draco on the rug in front of her, Hermione could feel her wetness pooling at her feet, the carpet becoming squishy under her toes. It was degrading, but she didn't care as long as it made them want to touch her more. She bit into her lip hard enough to draw blood as she watched Draco's release paint his chest.
The smell and taste of his seed filled the air, and Hermione tried to drink it in. She needed anything that might allow her to fall over her edge.
Theo continued to pound in Draco, the blonde's mewling sounds echoing off the walls with each push inside him. Gods, they were perfect together. How had she ever considered leaving them to be the right decision? It was single-handedly the worst mistake that she'd ever made.
With one last pump, Theo cried out, pressing himself hard against Draco's arse, and his release filled the blonde wizard. Hermione's body was still scorched. At this point, she was delirious with need for them.
Ever so lovingly, Theo gazed down at Draco's flushed face, his hand gently caressing his lover's jaw. Tears rolled down Hermione's cheeks as she watched them, a beautiful sight she wanted to keep forever. They were perfect together; they didn't need her to be complete, but they wanted her. They had chosen her.
A choked sob broke from her, broke the silence, and she watched as Theo's tongue ran over the seam of his lips, his gaze still on Draco.
"Do you think our girl has learned her lesson?" Theo asked Draco, his hand still caressing the blonde's face.
"I think she has, sir. I can smell her over here." Draco answered, his hands running up and down Theo's arms.
"Hm, no, I disagree, my love. Tomorrow you can sink your cock into her and fill her cunt with your seed," Theo finally looked in her direction. Had it not been for the bondage, Hermione knew that she would have fallen to the floor long ago. "She'll wear a chastity belt for the next twenty-four hours. And a matching bra so she doesn't get any ideas with those perfect nipples of hers."
Turning his attention onto her, Hermione let out another sob at the idea that her torment would continue even longer. With a wave of his hand, she could feel the cool metal locking into place over her centre and her breasts. A vibration against her clit had her throwing her head back and crying out before it abruptly ceased before she could climax.
"Twenty-four hours, my darling girl," Theo cooed in front of Hermione. "Twenty-four hours, and then we'll see how many times you can cum."
Hermione gritted her teeth to keep from crying out again. The sweet torment that she'd received from their hands she'd take again and again if it meant that she could stay with them forever. From the glint in Theo's eyes, it was clear he was also thinking about a forever with her.
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Hermione and Draco stepped out of the floo into the Leaky Cauldron, looking around the pub for Ron and Rose. Hermione had spent the past two days first being denied and then being thoroughly ravished, but now it was time to come back to reality.
The house elves had moved all of Hermione's things back home, and Theo had taken care of getting her out of her lease and then resigning from her job. The life that she'd been building in the muggle world was gone. Hermione hadn't thought much about how much she would miss the simplicity of everything but knew she would have to accept that her life was now thoroughly entwined with her wizards in every way.
"Did he ever respond to the change of venue?" Draco asked, his hand resting against her lower back, guiding her through the crowded space.
"Yes, he'll be here. We're still a bit early." Hermione reminded Draco, sending tight smiles in the direction of the onlookers. Even though her belly was once again hidden from the public eye, Hermione could still feel everyone watching her and Draco.
The announcement of Draco and Astoria's divorce hit the papers yesterday. The proceedings were expedited after Astoria's arrest. Hermione had insisted all the charges against her be dropped if Draco's ex-wife agreed to all the terms and took the settlement without any further fuss.
Not being in a place to argue, Astoria had done just that. In his generosity, Draco had offered a small villa in France for her and the monthly allowance, and the witch had immediately taken it. Hermione felt bad for the younger woman. She'd known how poorly Draco and Theo had treated her and recalled how she'd helplessly trailed after Draco when they'd been at Hogwarts. She'd been groomed to be the perfect pureblood wife, and after all that, Draco hadn't wanted her.
"He's here," Draco's body had stiffened next to her, drawing her attention towards the fireplace where Ron had just stepped through with Rose in his arms. The deep frown on his face caused Hermione's smile to drop, but she knew this wouldn't be perfect. She'd wronged Ron just as much as Draco had Astoria. She'd gone for what she'd wanted, ignoring the pain she would cause if she'd ever been caught, and now the time for this final confrontation had come.
Despite how hard this would be, she wouldn't change anything.
"Do you want me to come with you?" Draco asked, his eyes on Ron, whose grip on the bag was so tight his knuckles were white.
"No, go get a drink. We'll join you in just a moment," Hermione said, going on her toes and kissing Draco's jaw. He looked down at her, his silver eyes storming, but still, he nodded his head and went to sit at a booth not too far from her.
This was why she'd insisted Draco come with her instead of Theo. The other wizard would have never conceded so quickly. She'd been a bit angry when they both got their cloaks out to join her, stating that she could safely retrieve Rose alone. Theo, however, felt otherwise.
After an hour of arguments, they'd finally come to the compromise that Draco would accompany her while Theo waited at home with Scorpius. A pulse of magic through the ring on her finger let her know that if she tried to run again, Theo would find her, but Hermione cleared her throat and ignored the tightness growing in her abdomen and instead walked over to Ron.
"Hello, Ron," Hermione greeted, but the flush under his freckled cheeks showed her that he was anything but happy to see her.
"So, you're with him now?" Ron asked, nodding his head in Draco's direction.
"And Theodore Nott, I'm unsure if you remember him from school," Hermione corrected, not wanting there to be any more secrets between them.
"Are you fu–" Ron cut himself off, closing his eyes and biting his lip. "Hermione, how am I supposed to trust that Rose will be safe around them?"
"Because you know I'll never let any harm come to our daughter." Hermione could feel her hackles rising, wanting to yell at him, but she took a breath and kept her composure. It would do no good to start an all-out row with Ron in the middle of the pub. If she allowed that, there was nothing to gain and only much to lose. "Ron, you know I won't let anything happen to her. Nor would I allow anyone in her life that would hurt her. It's just like with Susan."
"Is it? Susan wasn't a marked Death Eater, Hermione," Ron said, his lips tight as he glared in Draco's direction. "Susan didn't fight on the opposite side of a war from us."
"They were children, Ronald," Hermione snapped, quickly losing her temper with her ex. "They were both sixteen when they were marked against their will!"
"Well, their families –"
"Do not define them!" Hermione stomped her foot to make her point. "Just as I didn't tell you not to date Susan or bring her around, Rose, you don't get to do the same with Draco and Theo. They are my forever, Ron. I know they are."
Ron's blue eyes turned back on Draco, clutching Rose closer. Hermione had just about had enough of this, reaching her hands out to take back her daughter.
"I don't trust them," he simply said, still not letting go of the toddler.
"You don't have to, but you do have to respect my decision to be with them. Being in my life means they will be in Rose's life; therefore, you just have to get used to them. Just like you have with Pansy."
At this, Ron looked down at Hermione with his eyes wide. She might as well have grown a second head with the amount of disbelief on his face, but Hermione didn't back down. Though Ron and Harry's friendship ended when Harry and Ginny had gone their separate ways, he still had to accept the unusual couple as a part of Rose's life since Harry was still her Godfather.
"It's not even the same thing." Ron's face flushed and tone low, but Hermione had heard him just fine.
"Isn't it? Pansy's father was a Death Eater, and now look at how she is with Rose. She'd die before she ever allowed anything to happen to her." Ron was staring down at her, completely dumbfounded. Any argument he had was simmering, but he held his tongue.
Finally, though reluctantly, Ron handed Rose over to Hermione. The little girl snuggled into her mother's hair, wrapping her hands in the curls she typically did, seeking comfort. Ron's nostrils flared, but his eyes narrowed in Draco's direction again when he gave her the bag.
"It's going to take time, and I don't know that I'll ever get there," Ron said, still not looking down at her. "For Rose's sake, I hope you're right. Because if anything happens to either of you, I'll kill them myself."
Ron's declaration took Hermione aback. She'd thought surely that he wouldn't care in the slightest for her safety, but here he was saying the opposite.
"You have nothing to worry about," Hermione murmured, looking over at her daughter, who was already asleep. "I'll see you next week." Hermione finished, ready to return to her new home with her wizards.
When Ron said nothing else, Hermione started to back away. When he still said nothing, Hermione turned and began walking toward Draco, who had been watching them with an eagle eye.
"Hey, Mione," Ron called out. Turning back to him, Hermione simply raised a questioning brow. "You might want to avoid Mum for a bit, but yeah. I'll see you next week. Same time, same place?"
"Yeah…same time, same place…" Hermione trailed off. Before she could move, Ron kissed their sleeping daughter's forehead, and then he was gone. As Hermione watched him leave, she couldn't help the smile now plastered on her face.
"Everything alright?" Draco asked, approaching her, taking the bag, and shifting Rose into his arms. "Looked a bit tense."
"Better than alright," Hermione answered, grinning up at one of the men of her dreams. "I was told to avoid Molly Weasley for the foreseeable future."
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"How much more can our witch take?" Draco asked, leaning over her back as he thrust into her. Hermione gasped when Draco's hand found her sensitive nipple and began to pluck at the nub.
It was nearing the end of April, and Hermione was well past her due date. She was beyond desperate to get this baby out of her, and her wizards were happy to oblige in her requests to use multiple orgasms to induce labour.
"Draco!" Hermione cried out, pushing back so that his cock drove deeper inside her. "Please!" Hermione felt herself clamp down around him as he pulsed his release inside her, and Hermione came with such force she thought she might faint.
"Gods, I love you," Draco murmured against her skin, his lips trailing over her shoulders after her chest fell onto the bed and her head rested on the pillow. "I love you more today than yesterday, and I'm sure I'll love you even more tomorrow."
"I love you too," Hermione replied, her body humming, coming down from the intense pleasure that Draco had given her.
It was true. She was utterly and entirely in love with both of her wizards. Though only Draco had vocalised his feelings to her, she knew Theo loved her. Draco had assured her that Theo struggled with expressing himself and that she'd done nothing wrong when he'd found her in tears one evening. It had been hard for her to accept the lack of expression regarding his feelings, but it was something that she'd have to accept. If Draco could do it, so could she.
"Arse up, darling girl," Theo's voice rumbled through her, and Hermione could only shake her head.
"Too sensitive, can't take anymore," Hermione sighed, closing her eyes as sleep threatened to take over. "Can try again after I nap."
Theo's warm hands gripped her hips, causing her to squeak when he lifted her.
"I wasn't asking," he told her, plunging into her centre, stretching Hermione so much that she thought she might black out.
"Theo!" Hermione yelled, fisting the sheets in front of her. She felt like she was hanging on for dear life. "Theo! I'm too sensitive, I'm going to cum again!"
"Then cum, again, and again. I'll even count them for you," he promised, his hand snaking around so that his fingers could find her clit as he began to strum her.
"Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod!" Hermione cried out as her orgasm crashed into her, and a gush of fluid came rushing out of her. She could feel a pop as Theo thrust into her again, his release finding him much faster than either of them could have anticipated.
Hermione opened her mouth to comment when, all of a sudden, a tightening around her waist took her breath away.
"Theo…Draco…" Hermione gasped as another contraction came over her. "DRACO!" She yelled, knowing that the healer would understand. Hermione's eyes snapped shut, pressing her forehead into the pillow, wishing like Hades that she'd never even looked in either of their directions nine months ago. "DRACO FUCKING MALFOY!" Hermione yelled again, moaning with the pain.
"Draco, what's -" She could hear Theo asking in the background.
"DRACO!" Hermione yelled again, already feeling the pressure to push. "THE BABY!"
"Oh shit," she thought she heard Draco say. But before Hermione could say anything else, it was time to push.
