Chapter 41
Spring 2002
Draco could feel Hermione's body nestled against his. Her smell filled his nostrils and he could feel through the thrumming of their bond Theo on the other side of her, even though he couldn't see anything beyond her wild curls. Hermione's soft arse rubbed against him and he could feel his body reacting to her, to her touch, her warmth, her scent. He wasn't fully hard, his body still weak from the years of starvation and illness, but he could feel the heat between her legs. She was hot there, and he bet that she was wet as well.
Was she dreaming about him, about Theo, about the three of them together? It had been so long since the last time that he had been inside her body, since the last time that she had cum around him. Unable to resist the urge to touch her, Draco gently slid his fingers past her waistband and into her knickers, rubbing her gently and feeling the moisture gathering under his fingertips. Hermione let out a sweet little moan that caused Theo to stir.
Draco started to wrap his arms more tightly around her and attempted to work her body, but the muscles in his arm failed to cooperate. They started to cramp and he swore in frustration, and this caused him to begin to cough. Draco pulled his arm back and rolled over. His body was betraying him, failing him.
The coughing grew worse, and Hermione was suddenly awake, looking down at him with concern.
"Slow breaths my love. Let me grab your inhaler and medication." Hermione practically jumped out of the bed, vaulting over Draco as his eyes widened in shock. She was incredible, her body toned and fit. At least she was healthy so much more than she had been the last time he had seen her before they'd gone to Azkaban. The gaunt-faced waif was gone, in her place a strong woman held him up as she prompted him to inhale as she squeezed a device that sent a breath of the strangest tasting air into him. She brought spoonfuls of different medicines, her eyes studying him each time that he swallowed.
She pushed his hair back out of his eyes, and her golden eyes were so bright and molten he wondered if she could heal his body with the sheer force of her will.
"I need to go make you a cup of tea to take the next medication and grab the potion vials, okay?" Hermione stroked his cheek. "I want you to lay still and try not to overdo it. You were just tortured and you are still weak from being in that horrible place."
Draco laid still as she left, feeling light headed and his mouth tasting strange from everything that she'd just given him. He'd thought that he was doing so much better. It was just an illusion though, he was still weak and pathetic. His hands shook so he turned them to fists. He looked over at Theo, but he was still asleep; Theo's breathing was harsh in his sleep. Draco's fists tightened. His nails were too weak to draw blood.
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Hermione ran the bath, adding moisturizing oils that should help the boys' skin when she gave them the weight gain potion from Signora Zabini. She needed to get them back to full health and quit mucking about with it. It would be weeks until Aurors were here again, and it would be only Harry. If she had to cast a Confundus or Obliviate him she would.
It would hardly be the first time, as it was.
"Theo! Draco! The water is ready, come on in," she called. She began stripping and wondered if it would be fine to just be naked with them. They knew who she was now. She thought they mostly believed that she was real now. She did not know what was more difficult, seeing their health so diminished or them believing her a hallucination. It was a tight race to despair honestly.
They entered together and both were stripped to their trunks.
"Are you getting in the tub wearing those?" She looked at them both in confusion. She couldn't miss the embarrassed blush on Draco's cheek and the flush that ran down Theo's neck.
"Okay," she took Draco by the hand and helped him down the stairs into the deep tub, till his feet were on the bottom. She could tell he wanted to pull away from her and say that he could do it himself, but she felt the fear that he might fall and embarrass himself. He sat down onto the bench under the water carefully.
She forced her deep gratitude that the bond had been restored into their connection. And when he looked up into her eyes, she touched his cheek.
"I am going to get you better," she hissed urgently before capturing his lips, turning then to help Theo into the tub as well.
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As Draco watched her take Theo by the arm and support him into the deep tub's water, he could feel her confidence that she would succeed.
His heart swelled with love for her.
She'd never done anything else.
Their perfect golden girl.
Their fate.
Their love.