Chapter 48

November to December

1996

Beginning Note: The end of this chapter was originally posted as part of Deflower Draco Fest, but has been changed in small ways. CW: Virginity Loss (Hermione is seventeen - eighteen if you consider the overuse of the time turner in third year- and the boys are both sixteen and a half and they lose their virginities to each other in the ultimate scene of this chapter. At this point, they've been in a polyfidelitous triad for two years, but If that's a squick for you, go ahead and skip it)

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Hermione couldn't stop seeing Katie Bell's body thrown in the air like a doll as she touched the cursed necklace. It invaded her nightmares, only in her dreams it was Theo who opened the package and was flung through the air, lightning exploding from his fingertips.

Hermione knew that this plan to kill the Headmaster wouldn't work. There were too many ways in which it could go wrong, but it had been a desperate gamble on Draco's part, but telling him so now that it had failed would help nothing.

"And I don't care what you say, Hermione," Harry was saying, next to her at breakfast. "Malfoy clearly was behind that cursed necklace!"

"Harry, he had detention," Hermione began for the hundredth time. "How could he have gotten to Hogsmeade, given Katie Bell a cursed necklace while he was with McGonagall in detention for not doing his transfiguration essay? A person can't be in two places at once."

"You use ta," Ron put in, food falling out of his mouth as he spoke, garbling his words. Hermione had to turn away from him to avoid vomiting right at the table.

"Ugh, Ron," Ginny complained from the other side of her brother. "You are such a pig."

Ron started to snipe back at Ginny, so Hermione quickly interjected, "All the Time Turners were destroyed in the Department of Mysteries, Ronald. And he doesn't have an invisibility cloak. I know you are both convinced that Malfoy is always to blame for everything that happens, but I really think you are grasping at straws, what kind of dark wizard would use a sixteen year old boy to do his dirty work?"

Harry snorted sceptically at that, but didn't make any more comments. For that small blessing, Hermione had to be grateful.

When she looked across the Great Hall, neither Draco nor Theo were at breakfast. She hoped that they were both alright. She focused on her tea and tried not to continually look over towards the silver and green table.

Pansy caught her eye more than once, and Hermione tried to hide her blush at being caught by the Slytherin girl, even if Pansy's eyes were being drawn to the Gryffindor table to seek out a different lion altogether.

...

A hurricane had hit Gryffindor tower and that hurricane had a name, or two names rather: Ron and Lavender. Lavender had come up to Ron at lunch, asking if she could watch him practise for Quidditch, her hand running over his arm.

Ron was practically drooling by the time that Lavender led him away by his tie. They'd disappeared for hours and when they returned, Ron was following Lavender everywhere like a puppy. The way he was constantly trying to lick her mouth was a bit disgusting, but less so than Ron's typical eating habits. Though for some reason Harry seemed much more disgusted with this display of public snogging than with Ron's behaviour at mealtimes.

Hermione caught Harry's longing gazes at Ginny and wondered if Harry's jealousy was playing a role. Ginny didn't seem to be doing anything overt to attract Harry's attention, although the redhead's relationship with Dean seemed a bit rocky, but Hermione recalled that Molly had sent Harry a care package of baked goods recently. The high probability that it had included a low dose of love potion made Hermione feel sick. For a change, Ron hadn't eaten any of Harry's selection of scones, welsh cakes, shortbreads and lemon drizzles, giving Hermione the sinking feeling that Ron was aware of his mother's machinations to get Harry and Ginny together. Molly would hardly want to give her son a love potion tied to his sister.

Maybe she ought to write Remus to tell him what was going on, but she wasn't sure how that would help anything. It would just put the werewolf into an impossible situation. She wasn't even sure that he'd stuck with his refusal to go beg for werewolf support for Dumbledore's cause. He might be unreachable. He and Sirius had grown to mean so much to her and having them both gone for all intents and purposes hurt more than she could have imagined.

Hermione was grateful that Ron now didn't seem to care where Hermione had been and wasn't trying to follow her to the library, but the way that Lavender had chosen to handle the problem had her feeling all sorts of uncomfortable feelings. She'd never considered that Lavender would use her body as a tool to distract Ron. Hermione knew that she was still a little bit reticent about sexual matters despite having two boyfriends especially in comparison to her dorm mate. Hermione didn't want Lavender to think that this was what she had been asking her to do.

Joining her roommate in their dorm, Hermione dumped all her books on her bed, before hopping up herself. "Lav, this isn't what I meant by helping me deal with Ron!"

"That's what I meant by distracting him," Lavender brushed her long honey hair as she sat on the edge of the bed. "He's a bit underwhelming in bed, but I'm hardly planning to be monogamous with him. He hasn't asked me to be either, thank Circe and Morgana for that. I would hate to lie to him."

Hermione didn't honestly think that it occurred to Ron that Lavender would be seeing other people, but she wasn't sure that would be helpful to point out.

"I don't want you to get hurt," Hermione began trying a different tactic, but Lavender waved her off.

"Don't worry about me," Lavender smiled brightly at her. "I've been wanting to help you and your soulmates for years! I know you didn't actually confide in me who there are, but still this is my chance to show you that I can be trusted." Was Hermione imagining the sadness in Lavender's tone when she admitted that Hermione hadn't trusted her with her secret? Merlin, she felt like a terrible friend. "This isn't the most fun thing ever, but it's no great burden either. Maybe I can train Ron up a bit so he doesn't disappoint the next witch quite so much. I mean he has several older brothers, you'd think one of them would have explained to him where to find the clit."

Hermione was certain that her face was roughly the shade of a tomato at that comment. She was nearly positive that no one had ever said that word aloud in her hearing.

"Hermione," Lavender looked over at her thoughtfully. "I refuse to ascribe myself to puritanical patriarchal notions about sex, and you shouldn't either. A witch's pleasure belongs to herself. I am no wizard's toy. I decide who and what I am willing to do, no one else."

Hermione didn't know what to say to that, so she sat silently thinking. Was she judging Lavender based on what she thought or based on how Lavender's actions would be perceived by people like Molly Weasley? Hermione thought of Tonks' cavalier attitude towards sex when they'd talked on those long nights in Grimmauld place when she'd been recovering. The last thing that Hermione wanted to be was a judgemental prude. She wanted to grow up into a witch like Tonks, not a troll like Molly who used potions to control the emotions and actions of others.

Perhaps she should send Tonks an owl, maybe they could get together for a butterbeer on the next Hogsmeade weekend.

...

Draco was hard at work on the cabinet, his arse sticking out of the opening as he used his wand to illuminate the inner workings of the contraption, while Hermione regaled Theo with a retelling of her conversation with Lavender from earlier in the evening. Theo's book sat open on his lap, duly ignored.

"And then, and then," Hermione waved her hands crazily in the air. "She said that it didn't matter that he was a disappointment …sexually!" The last word was half whispered breathily. "Because she had no plan to be monogamous!"

"Sweet fucking Salazar, I knew I liked that witch." Theo laughed, his left dimple on display with his grin. "I've caught her sneaking out of the Slytherin and Hufflepuff dorms on multiple occasions. There's no doubt that she knows what she wants."

"There is certainly no doubt about that," Hermione agreed, as Draco pulled himself out of the cabinet.

He ran his hands through his pale moonlight hair, looking frustrated. "I've looked at the same broken bit a hundred times and still no better idea of how to fix it, I'm giving up for the night." Draco stood up and looked at himself in one of the huge mirrors leaning nearby. "Bloody hell, my hair's a mess. I look awful. Why didn't either of you tell me that I look like something the acromantula dragged in?"

Theo closed his book shut with a snap and looked at Draco in annoyance. "And what exactly am I doing when I'm begging you to eat? Or to actually sleep more than an hour or two?" Theo raised a single eyebrow and Draco had the decency to look sheepish, but none of them actually believed that he would start eating properly or get enough sleep.

Too much was on the line for the Malfoys for Draco to be able to sleep well and they all knew it.

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As Hermione walked into the common room, she discovered that Harry and Ginny were sitting across from Ron and Lavender who looked as though they were trying to devour each other's faces. Harry had the look of someone that had accidentally seen a traffic accident and was unable to look away.

Ron was making some noises that reminded Hermione uncomfortably of a farm animal from one of her childhood school trips. She really hoped that he wasn't going to finish right there in front of everyone. Hermione didn't think she was the only one who would be physically sick, Ginny and Harry both looked a bit green at the show that they were watching against their will.

When Lavender called Ron, "Won-Won" Hermione could see the laughter playing around her mouth when her roommate caught her eye. Hermione was just grateful she hadn't been drinking something when Lavender threw that bomb out there. Ginny looked over at her and mouthed, "She can't be serious?!"

If only Ginny knew.

...

"How on earth did you keep a straight face when you were calling him Won-Won," Hermione asked seriously, sitting on her bed with one of her texts open in case Parvati walked in.

"It was hard, but not as hard as Adrian Pucey." Lavender quipped, as she clipped her hair up on top of her head. "Speaking of whom, I'm supposed to be meeting him and one of the girls from Hufflepuff's team in the Slytherin locker room in thirty minutes."

"Fucking Merlin, Lavender!" Hermione was trying not to be scandalised, she really was, but Lavender made it so difficult sometimes.

Hermione had to admit to herself that perhaps Lavender had more confidence and she was in control of every sexual escapade she was involved in. Hermione had two gorgeous soulmates who loved and adored her. Would making love to them be such a bad thing? Was she too worried about what her Muggle family would think about her actions instead of doing what was best for her soul bond.

Hermione spent a sleepless night pondering those questions as she stared at her canopy.

...

Hermione hadn't really come up with a solid plan of who she was going to bring with her as a date to Slughorn's Christmas party. She and Ron had talked about going together as friends, or Ron had talked at her about going together, but the day before he announced that obviously he was going to be going with Lavender. It made sense, but it still left Hermione scrambling for a date, because Harry had unaccountably asked Luna to be his date.

Hermione finally lowered herself to accept Cormac McLaggen's invitation to be his date and almost immediately regretted it when he pressed an overly familiar kiss to her cheek. Her soulbond immediately reacted and Hermione thought she was going to vomit all over him.

Maybe it would have been better to just go to it alone?

...

A box was on her bed when she came up to get ready for the party. It was so large she had a hard time imagining what could be inside of it. When she opened it, she was struck with the delicacy of the pink lace. The fabric looked as though it had to have been sewn by hand. It was a dress fit for a princess, not an insignificant Muggleborn like her. She shook off the doubt, lifting the dress to discover two sweet pink kitten heels and a string of soft pink pearls.

There was only one place that such fine things could have come from. She had two wizards to thank later.

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"Hermione, what are you doing?" Theo whispered to her when he found her hiding behind a curtain at Slughorn's Christmas party. The bond had been his only guide to her as her disillusionment and notice-me-not charms were working well. If it hadn't been for her irritation thrumming through the bond like a heartbeat, Theo would never have known that she was there. He hadn't brought a date, so no one would be looking for him. The stuffy room was crowded as it was, with smoke hanging in the red tinted air, likely obscuring him even further.

"Hiding from Cormac," Hermione sighed from behind the curtain, "He is unfortunately handsy."

"Shall I hex him with impotence, my love, or make him suddenly very enamoured of grown men's hairy feet?" Theo quipped.

Theo could barely make out the choked laughter from behind the heavy curtain. "How could I ever choose between two such excellent options?"

Theo knew she was kidding, but he hadn't been, perhaps he'd do both later. No one put hands on his witch. Even if the fact that she was his witch was a well guarded secret, that hardly signified.

A commotion pulled Theo's attention away as Filch dragged in Draco.

Theo sighed in frustration at his boyfriend, whom Filch had caught trying to gate crash apparently because of course Draco couldn't just wait for him and Hermione somewhere where he wouldn't be caught. Theo swore that the blond lived to be difficult.

"Get your hands off me you filthy squib," Draco cursed at the caretaker and tried to twist out of his grasp. Theo barely restrained the urge to pinch the bridge of his nose. Draco was going to drive him to drink.

Theo watched as Slughorn gave Draco permission to stay, but Snape quickly dragged him off for a private word.

"Lord and Lady," Theo sighed, "Come on, my little treasure. Let's get out of here. Snape is sure to put Draco's aristocratic nose out of the socket. I'll cast that disillusionment charm on you and follow after Snape and Draco, you follow behind after about two minutes. Next time steal Potter's invisibility cloak."

Hermione chuckled at the misuse of the muggle idiom. "You mean out of joint, Theo. Snape is sure to put Draco's nose out of joint."

Hermione then sent her understanding and assent through the bond rather than speak. She felt Theo's love flowing through back to her and Draco's irritation and exhaustion. He needed to let Theo and her help him more. He was burning his candle at both ends, and it wasn't sustainable.

Hermione followed behind Theo, but nearly ran into Harry in his invisibility cloak. The edge had tucked up into his shoe and every third step she could see a bit of his heel.

She stepped backwards trying to give Harry some room, she stayed as close to the wall as she could, trying to track his invisible form. He never had practised the charm to silence his own feet, which made it that much easier.

She wished she had a way to communicate with Theo who was a few steps in front of Harry. Theo stopped in an alcove where he could see Draco and Snape talking, not wanting to interrupt the conversation.

Hermione stepped into the alcove and placed her mouth against Theo's ear. "Harry is spying in his cloak."

Theo only nodded, not wanting to attract attention to his hiding spot.

"I don't need your help!" Draco snarled at Snape down the corridor and went storming off in the direction of the Room of Requirement, with Hermione and Theo following behind. Hermione didn't see any sign of Harry, but they were still careful.

Draco disappeared into the Room of Requirement, and Theo and Hermione followed swiftly behind.

Theo and Hermione opened the door into the Room before it faded out of existence, concentrating on the need to find Draco.

Theo's hand lingered on Hermione as they slipped into the room. Hermione's party dress ruffled under Theo's touch as he played with the rhinestones on the fabric.

The Room was warmed by a huge fireplace off to the side. Hermione gasped as she saw the huge green canopy bed which dominated the room that Draco had created for the three of them. The Room itself had become an opulent space dominated by shades of green and dark panelling. The thick Persian rugs were greens and gold, the design almost reminding Hermione of dragons.

Draco had already thrown himself on the bed, staring at the top of the canopy as he kicked off his shoes.

"What happened?" Theo asked as they joined him on the bed.

"Snape offered to help with my mission," Draco spat the word. "LIke I would allow him to; I'm not going to willingly subject myself to dear Aunt Bella and her love of the Cruciatus. My godfather can fuck off; between him and my father, I dont know who has done a more shite job of 'protecting' me this year."

Hermione sat next to him, running her fingers through his pale hair. Tonight was their second anniversary and she wanted it to be special, regardless of the terror that the three of them were dealing with on a daily basis now.

Regardless of the terrible marks that Draco and Theo had gotten on their arms, Hermione still loved them. They were everything to her, her soulmates, her best friends, long since displacing her affections for Harry and Ron. Unlike Harry and Ron, they never lied to her, never dismissed her, never ignored her. They treasured her.

She leaned down, beginning with careful kissing, her hands touching him over his clothes. Draco was stiff at first before running his thumb along Hermione's jaw and joining the kiss in earnest. She knew her mouth probably still tasted like the sweets from Slughorn's party and Draco was devouring her like a starving man, his tongue invading her mouth.

Draco sat up, pulling her with him. Theo watched them as he pulled off his dress robes, hanging them over a chair in the room. Still in his shirt and trousers, he came forward to them, running his hands over their exposed skin, Draco's neck, Hermione's shoulders. Theo left love bites on their necks as Hermione and Draco continued to be lost in each other's kisses. Hermione's hand went above her head to ruffle Theo's curls when he nipped at the column of her throat.

"I think I'm ready," Hermione said, gathering her bravery. "I want my first time to be here with the two of you, before everything falls apart. The three of us have this limited window of time together. And I'm ready. I don't want to wait anymore."

Theo released a breath, Hermione knew that he had been comfortable with the idea of sex for a long time and was only waiting on the two of them to be ready. He'd never rushed them, but he'd let it be known that he wanted to do more, touch more, taste more, but that he would accept whatever the two of them were comfortable with.

Everyone waited for what Draco would say. Did he want to? He'd been just as hesitant as Hermione.

Draco tangled a hand each in her curls and Theo's. "Yeah, I think I'm ready too."

Hermione carefully removed her dress and sent it to a suddenly appearing hanger on the back of the door. It had been too expensive for her to be dismissive of its delicacy. It hadn't been hard to hide that the boys had bought her the dress. Everyone in Gryffindor had assumed that it had come from her parents. It was always easy to let everyone assume. They'd never guess the truth, never guess who bought the new dress or the jewellery that matched it. Her wizards loved to spoil her, they lived for it. Draco and Theo constantly told her that they could buy her a thousand bespoke dresses a year and not notice the expense.

They were so ridiculous. Who needed a thousand dresses a year?

She tried to swallow back her nervousness at having her body exposed to them for the first time, but she looked into Draco's eyes and all she saw there was adoration. He dropped his black blazer to the floor, followed by his turtleneck. He was thinner than he ought to be, she knew, from not sleeping and the stress at being under Voldemort's scrutiny. It didn't matter to her, though, Draco was beautiful to her.

"Are you sure, my love?" Draco asked again, his fingers inches from her skin. They flexed as though he was desperate to touch her.

She took his left wrist in her hand and pulled his forearm to her lips, causing him to take a ragged inhale when she kissed the tip of the snake's tongue.

"Yes," she exhaled, trying to send her confidence through the bond. Consummating it would make their relationship stronger, would make their magic stronger.

Kissing his way down Hermione's chest, Draco began murmuring soothing words to her in French, "Tu es mon cœur et mon âme. Tu es mienne." The softness of her skin was overwhelming to his senses, she was all curves and perfect lines. Draco still couldn't believe that she was theirs.

Draco's black trousers fell to the ground beside the clothes he had already discarded.

"Tu es à moi," Theo repeated to Draco, kissing the back of his neck.

"Tu es à moi," Draco whispered to Theo, turning his head to kiss him hotly on the lips. "Theo, you are still overdressed for this I think."

Theo laughed nervously and began to unbutton his shirt. The tell-tale shimmer of his glamour on his chest was apparent as it was exposed. He'd glamoured his Dark Mark as well, the tattoo invisible under Theo's magic.

Hermione pursed her lips as she saw it, but didn't wish to make him self-conscious, but someday he was going to make love to her without spells disguising his skin.

All three being virgins, none was sure what to do precisely. It became more a seeking of pleasure. By universal agreement through the bond, all three decided to just do what felt good and let their bodies and the bond itself guide them. They'd all felt the pull to consummate their soul bond, it had grown to an incessant ache over the past few months since Draco and Theo had been forced to take the Dark Mark, to serve the Dark Lord. Their bond had responded to the Dark Magic in a way that the three of them had not anticipated, strengthening their connection and pushing them together even more than before.

Now they were going to consummate that bond as war appeared to grow ever closer to the three of them. After a lot of soulmate research, they'd discovered that to consummate the bond, the two wizards needed to penetrate her and then one of them had to penetrate the other. The words exchange of fluids still made Hermione quiver when she thought of reading them.

Their touches grew more and more desperate, each searching for spots on each other that made them gasp and moan. When Draco kissed and sucked her nipple while Theo kissed her hard, gripping her curls in a way that seemed rough, but she found that she liked it. Liked it enough to start begging, pleading, sobbing out her requests to be touched between her legs.

"Please Draco, it…aches, please please." She couldn't be bothered to be embarrassed. She just needed him, needed them. The kissing and touches felt good, but she wanted more, needed more.

Draco's hard cock was visible beneath his trunks when Hermione's eyes flickered downward, causing her to blush even deeper red.

"Cherie, tell me what you want from me and I will give it to you." Draco smirked up at her, catching Theo's eyes as well letting him know that promise was for the two of them.

"I don't- I don't know!" Hermione gasped.

"We'll figure it out together," Theo murmured into her hair, his hands fluttering over her skin, too soft, too gentle. She needed more of that rough way he was handling her just moments before.

"Theo, touch me harder, I need - more." Hermione wished she knew what she meant. It was hard to ask for things when you didn't know what they were. Theo seemed to understand what she was asking for though. He had always known her better than she had known herself, from that very first night two years ago..

He grunted in assertion, and his fingers found her nipples, pinching and twisting lightly. She bit her lip.

They hadn't done anything more than heavy petting; both wizards had touched her between her legs before but through her clothes. She'd never felt their fingers on where her hot flesh was throbbing and wet.

"Dragon," Theo purred. "We have to prepare her. Or we'll hurt her. Kiss her between her legs and then I will. She needs to be very wet there."

"How do you know that?" Draco asked, eyes wide with desire and confusion.

"I eavesdropped on some of the older boys. As far as I can tell the Hufflepuffs seem to know the most about witches' bodies."

"Bloody Hufflepuffs," Draco scoffed in annoyance. "There have to be some books about this at the Manor."

"And here I thought that talking about books in the midst of losing our virginities would be my job," Hermione laughed, but gasped as Draco's breath skated over her lower navel. He pulled her knickers down and slid them over her legs, the soft blue cotton the same colour as Theo's eyes.

Her knickers fell to the floor. She tried not to feel nervous about her wizards finally seeing her body without even the tiny modesty that a pair of knickers provided.

Draco spread her knees and looked at her between her legs. "What do you do when you touch yourself?"

"What?" she choked out, her breath catching at his question.

"Do you touch yourself, princess?" Theo asked in interest.

"S-sometimes, after we've snogged for a long time when I get back to my room I have to or I can't sleep." Hermione blushed deeply.

"Then show me," Draco instructed, his voice soft and reassuring. "Show me what you do."

"Usually, I grab my breast with my left hand and pinch and squeeze. I like it a little rough, is that okay?" She felt so nervous at sharing this with the two of them, which was ridiculous. She literally shared a soul to soul connection with them, vulnerability and honesty was the foundation of their relationship.

"My love, anything that you like is more than okay." Draco smiled at Theo's soothing words.

"Then I take my right hand between my legs and find my clit and make little circles like this, always widdershins."

"Hmmmm," Draco murmured, his face close to her core as he watched her touch herself. His breath skated across her delicate flesh and she quivered.

"Like that, did you?" Theo asked, his chest holding Hermione up as she began to melt under the pleasure that she was causing herself. "Dragon, whatever you did, do it again."

Draco blew another soft breath and Hermione trembled. Smiling to himself, he moved closer breathing in the scent of her arousal. If she liked it when she touched that spot, what if he licked there? Would she like that? He decided the only way to know was to attempt it. Theo said that she had to be very wet. Draco could only see a little bit of moisture so that meant he needed to use his mouth on her as Theo had instructed.

After a few false starts and Hermione urging him to mind his teeth once, Draco finally got the hang of what was making her feel good and what wasn't. Luckily, Hermione had never been one to bear suffering in silence and her directions turned to desperate panting breaths, her hands tangled in Draco's hair and her arousal coating his face and the bedding beneath them.

"Switch spots with me," Theo commanded, and took Draco's position between her legs. Theo lifted her legs and put her knees on his shoulders, her feet sitting against Theo's back, the glamours flickering as his concentration began to break, revealing the mosaic of scars on his back that was the symbol of love in the House of Nott. Draco was familiar enough with them, but he knew that Hermione hadn't yet seen them, so he wondered if she could feel the texture of them with the soles of her feet.

Theo dove into Hermione's cunt with enthusiasm, he demonstrated none of the hesitancy that Draco had. Theo had been excited to shag for months now, he'd only been waiting on the two of them to be ready. He'd never pressured or rushed them, but Theo knew what he wanted and that was this.

Theo sucked, licked and hummed into Hermione's body as though she was a musical instrument and she twitched and writhed and moaned loud and uninhibited as she came all over Theo's face. The overwhelming pleasure that came through the bond nearly had Draco coming in his trunks. Draco ran his hands over Hermione's chest playing with her nipples roughly, pinching them, as she continued to shudder through her release.

"Did you come, love?" Draco whispered. Hermione looked at him in a daze and nodded weakly.

Theo gave her no mercy and continued licking her between her legs even as she shook and begged him to stop.

"There we go," Theo pulled back wiping his dripping chin on his arm, "I think she's ready now. Let me cast a pain relief charm, just in case." Theo rolled off the bed to grab his wand, while Draco lowered a limp Hermione onto the bed.

Casting a pain reliever and a contraceptive charm over Hermione's abdomen, Theo gestured for Draco to come closer. Theo stroked Draco through the silken fabric of his trunks, making certain that Draco was ready for the next part of consummating their soul bond. Draco moaned low in his throat, his back arching under Theo's touch. Theo bit his lip and reluctantly released Draco's hardness, he didn't want Draco to come anywhere but inside Hermione. The bond had been desperate to be consummated for months now. Theo had felt it burning under his skin, a fierce need that hadn't seemed to have been as obvious to his soulmates, but he'd been content to wait until they were ready. Now they finally were and Theo refused to let anything go wrong. He'd take care of them both. He'd had more than enough erotic dreams to know how this was all supposed to go.

Theo vanished Draco's trunks rather than trying to pull them down his legs. With three virgins this was doomed to be awkward, but Theo could keep Draco from being tangled in his own undergarments. Theo lifted Hermione's knees placing her feet flat on the mattress. He wasn't sure if this was the best position, but it seemed easiest, at least for the first time.

"Alright, Draco crawl over her," Theo ordered. Draco looked over at him with nervous eyes, but did as he was told. Theo knew that this wouldn't last, Draco obediently doing as he was commanded, but Theo was enjoying holding the reins for now. Draco held himself over Hermione balancing on his elbows next to her body, his hard cock between them. Theo took it in his hand and Draco hissed in pleasure, eyes closing involuntarily. "Kiss her and I'll guide you in."

Draco and Hermione locked eyes then lips, as Theo used Draco's cock as though it was a toy to tease Hermione's clit. Draco's cock was leaking at the tip and he was gasping, so Theo decided to put him out of his misery.

"Hermione, here he comes, try to stay relaxed and I'll guide him. Draco, once I have your tip into her, I need you to slowly push forward. I'm going to touch Hermione's clit so that there is pleasure to distract her from the pain."

"For fucks' sake Theo, you don't know what you are doing anymore than we do." Draco's voice lost anything approaching venom when the tip of his cock was enveloped inside Hermione who hissed.

"Are you alright, mon coeur?" Draco asked, his tone sounding almost panicked. "I don't wish to cause you pain."

"It hurts the first time Draco, the girls all say so," she tried to reassure him, slight brightness to her eyes. "Just push forward and let's get to some more of the pleasurable part." Draco nodded and moved as she asked.

The stretch as he pushed forward burned and she gritted her teeth to keep from making a noise that would alert him to the pain that she felt. She didn't want him to stop. Theo, however, must have noticed the tightness around her mouth because his wand tapped her abdomen again and the pain faded until all she felt was warmth and Draco inside of her as he slowly inched his way in.

"Hermione, my gods, you are so tight. Ta chatte est si serrée." Draco's breathing was shallow and Hermione could feel his heart beating against her chest. The bond was alive with a sense of pleasure and wonder. It was nearly overwhelming. It felt as though Draco was very close to orgasming, and she felt her body flutter around him, drawing a moan from his perfect pink lips. Theo, who seemed to have gotten distracted watching the two of them, collected himself and started touching Hermione on her clit, his soft strokes almost more than her oversensitive body could bear.

Theo ran his nails down Draco's back as he often did when the two of them were snogging alone. And that mix of pleasure and pain was enough to push the Malfoy heir over the edge. With a pained groan, Draco came, his release flooding Hermione who moaned at the sensation. It was so different than anything that she had ever felt in her life. She was even wetter inside and she could feel his cock twitching inside her as the warmth and wetness increased even further. Her entire body trembled. She was so close to orgasm herself, her entire body felt like it was made of flames.

The bond was made of pleasure wrought of devotion.

Draco rolled them over so that Hermione was on top of him, and looked over at Theo who was watching the two of them with undisguised amazement.

"Theo?" Draco asked, breathlessly, holding Hermione to his chest.

"Yes, love?"

"You are still wearing your pants." Draco raised an eyebrow in query.

"Oh fuck, I am." Theo laughed at himself before vanishing his pants and trunks. Dropping his wand to the floor, he climbed onto the bed and laid on his back next to Draco. "Here, lift her over to me." Theo held his cock in his hand, unaware that his scars had become completely visible.

Draco carefully lifted Hermione over into Theo's arms, rolling on his side to grip Theo's cock. He had stroked it plenty of times through Theo's trousers and they had touched themselves in front of each other a few times this year. The chance of being caught in the Slytherin boy's showers always adding urgency to their infrequent forbidden encounters. This, however, was the first time Draco had ever touched Theo's cock. Draco was surprised at the softness of his skin, even as his cock was hard, the tip weeping. It was so thicker and longer than his own, but Draco didn't feel any envy, only desire.

She was breathless at the sight of Draco and Theo naked in bed with her. Theo beneath her, Draco's hands helping guide her as Theo had done for him. Both of her wizards were so beautiful. She leaned down and put her lips to the scars on Theos chest as he slowly sheathed himself inside her. He froze upon realising that his glamour had failed.

"Don't stop now, Theo." She commanded.

Theo shook himself and held Hermione by the waist as Draco assisted, the blonde gasping at the close up vision of Hermione's body swallowing Theo's. His cum dripped onto Theo's body as Hermione took all of him.

Once he was fully seated within her, Theo began to forcefully thrust up into her. He gripped her hips tightly and more than once almost slipped too far from her body.

Theo kept repeating himself in every language he knew, sliding in and out of her body, lubricated by her arousal, Draco's cum and her virgin's blood. Some of the bloody spend dripped down onto his pelvis and he gathered it in his finger and drew a rune on her as he continued to seek his release. Algiz, ᛉ, stood out starkly against her skin painted with the darkly coloured blood and cum, framed from above by the deep purple scar that Dolohov had given her.

Despite being breathless, Theo couldn't seem to stop from saying the same desperate declarations again and again.

"Eísai dikós mou." You are mine.

"Tha thu m'anam." You are mine.

"Mia." Mine.

"Ti si moĭ." You are mine.

"Ty moya." You are mine.

"Du imn yes." You are mine.

"You are mine, Hermione." Theo rolled his hip upward as she rode him, her hands spread wide on his chest as she leaned forward, no longer able to hold herself up as their bodies worked together toward Theo's desperately needed release.

He gripped her hips and pounded up into her, his onslaught was forceful as though he thought he might never have her again. It was like he was trying to embed himself within her. Every time he pulled out a hiss fell unbidden from Hermione's lips.

Theo was larger than Draco and she could feel it in her core. She was going to ache tomorrow. She already could feel her muscles beginning to complain from being used so roughly, but she loved it, she loved them.

Theo kissed her throat and behind her ear, drawing yet more moans from her. Draco played with her nipple and stroked her back murmuring praise that somehow made her even wetter. He stroked her hair, running his fingers through her curls in adoration.

"Good girl. Riding Theo so perfectly. Can you come for Theo, Hermione? Show him what a good girl you are? I know you can."

She moaned, his words making her feel as though she was floating. Then Theo reached up again and pressed the raised sigil of the Nott signet ring into her clit and tilted it left and then right trying to get her to react the way he'd heard the older Pureblood boy says that girls did when you used your signet like this. He made a small circle with it and pressed harder right as he tilted his hips in a slightly different direction trying to make her take him as deeply as she could manage. And Hermione screamed, her body arching as though she was being cursed and her body squeezed him so tightly that he thought he might lose his mind.

Groaning, Theo emptied himself within her. He laid there desperately just trying to get his breath back, and Hermione collapsed forward onto him, her body dripping with sweat just as Theo's was. His softening cock slid from her wet body and she moaned slightly at the loss.

Draco lifted her and laid her against the pillows, running his hands over her skin. He placed a kiss right on Hermione's purple scar and she felt as though no one could ever love her the way these two boys did. The three of them were inextricably tied together in this life and every other. She turned herself slightly to watch as Draco kissed his way down Theo's body, tasting the way they had mixed together. As Draco licked Theo's cock, Hermione wondered if he was tasting himself there as well.

Draco's cock was achingly hard again from watching Hermione ride Theo. His loves had looked like a dream. He couldn't believe how lucky he was that the two of them belonged to him. Theo's dark curls were soaked and plastered to his skin.

"Theo, are you ready for me?" Draco murmured, touching Theo's body, pulling up his legs as Draco kneeled before him, his cock hard and ready to finalise their soul bond.

"I'm always ready for you, my dragon," Theo whispered back. "Be sure to cast the lubrication charm or you could hurt me."

"I'd never willingly hurt you my love," Draco reassured Theo, flashing back to that day his mother caught them in the garden. Theo had grown much taller since, his body was changing from an androgynous youth to a man. But Theo was still lithe and stretched one of his legs upward over Draco's shoulder, giving the blond more access to his body.

Draco whispered the lubrification charms and whispered, "Relax."

Theo tried to obey him, but the feeling of Draco pushing inside him was overwhelming. Now Theo knew why Hermione had cried. Theo muttered the pain relieving charm that he had used on Hermione and even wandless, he felt the warmth within his body. This finally allowed him to relax enough that Draco slid deep into him.

Both wizards moaned loudly. Theo's cock twitched as Draco filled him and hit somewhere deep. This was something that he hadn't been able to eavesdrop about. There was no one admitting to buggering other boys at Hogwarts, despite the fact that it had to be happening. Theo and Draco would have to find their own pace with this.

Theo was so overstimulated from the sensation of Draco inside him, that he could barely focus on the quicksilver eyes that stared down at him.

"Theo…I'm not going to last," Draco's face screwed up in the effort it was taking not to already come inside the wizard that held part of his soul.

"It's okay, my dragon. It's okay. Come for me. Fill me up like you filled our witch."

Draco moaned at that and began awkwardly rolling his hips, seeking friction, plunging into Theo's body in desperation. Soon his body shuddered as he came. Theo lowered his leg and pulled Draco into his embrace.

He never wanted to let him go, never wanted to let either of them go. Theo turned and looked at Hermione who smiled sleepily.

"You two are so beautiful together. I love you," she whispered as she struggled to hold her eyes open.

"Love you too, Hermione," Draco murmured, before he slipped from Theo's body and began to snore softly.

Theo and Hermione exchanged a smile and a quiet laugh. Theo shifted Draco between them and conjured a new blanket over the top of them. Their magic was thrumming through Theo's system, but despite that and the stickiness that coated Theo's skin, he barely stayed awake long enough to lean over and run his finger down the blood rune on Hermione's abdomen. She just needed to be safe. No matter what happened to them, Hermione had to be safe.

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