Hermione sat on the couch inside the psychiatrist's office. Since the new year had started, it had been her resolution to fix herself, to become a better, more put together version of herself. She'd never be the Hermione of old, the younger innocent version of herself was gone, dead in fact. The terrors of war, torture, almost been raped, and her parents dying had stolen the person she once had been. She could heal though, move forward in her life. That is what she was choosing to do.
"How have you been doing this week Hermione," Dr Hargreaves asked her quietly, the blonde woman's blue eyes were focused on her as she anxiously fiddled with a thread on the sleave of the blue dress she'd worn to their weekly appointment.
"It's been a difficult week," she answered after a brief awkward pause.
"I figured it might have been, it's almost the anniversary isn't it," the doctor questioned, Hermione found herself nodding, a grimace on her face. Dr Hargreaves smiled sympathetically at her.
"The war ended almost a year ago," she confessed to the Doctor. She'd found Dr Hargreaves through sheer luck, the sister of a Muggleborn healer she'd visited back in January when she'd been unwell with the flu. Healer Hargreaves had recognised that Hermione had been suffering from PTSD among other things and had recommended her sister; a woman who would be discreet with her sessions and treatment unlike the Mind Healers at St Mungo's who wouldn't be able to conceal that Hermione was visiting them weekly. She was in the paper enough as it was without the whole world knowing about her mental health struggles.
"Next week will be the anniversary," she nodded again, feeling very much like the nodding dog that used to sit on the dashboard of her parents' car when she was a child.
"How does it make you feel," the doctor questioned, Hermione let out a bitter laugh.
"How should I feel," she asked instead of answering the question.
"All feelings are valid Hermione," the doctor responded.
"I feel like a mess, why did I live yet so many people, good people, many of my friends died on that day or in the months leading up to it. Why do I get to live and be happy when they have no future. Why does the sweetest most innocent child I know have to grow up an orphan while I get to go on with my life," she questioned.
"You speak of young Teddy again," Hermione nodded, and the doctor continued, "Survivors guilt isn't uncommon, it's not your fault that you survived or that all those people died, you aren't responsible for Teddy becoming an orphan of for yourself becoming an orphan either," the doctor spoke calmly.
"I know that" she responded, tears welling in her eyes.
"Do you," Doctor Hargreaves questioned, passing her a box of tissues silently, Hermione took one and dabbed at her eyes.
"I do, it isn't my fault, yet I feel responsible for their deaths," she confessed.
"Why do you feel responsible," the doctor asked, Hermione nibbled her lower lip anxiously.
"If we'd worked harder, found the Horcruxes sooner, perhaps we could have ended it before May the second, in a location without so many people," she told the doctor.
"Hermione, you were children given an impossible task by a teacher who should have been protecting you not sending you after evil objects," the doctor told her, Hermione shook her head.
"We weren't children," she protested, thinking of the aged headmaster who had sent her, Harry and Ron on the Horcrux hunt.
"You were, you said yourself in previous sessions that you had to wait until the trace broke on Harry before your hunt could start. In the muggle world all of you would have still been children. Though you may have been seventeen years olds and adults by wizarding standards you were children given an impossible task most grown adults would struggle with," the doctor spoke.
"We had to do it," she confessed.
"You shouldn't of had to do it, Hermione. It is a miracle you three survived," the doctor spoke again.
"I miss them," she confessed quietly.
"They still haven't contacted anyone," the doctor asked.
"I thought they would have, that they'd come home for the anniversary, but nobody has heard from them since they left in July," she admitted.
"Do you still feel angry that they left," the doctor questioned.
"Furious, I needed them and they left. They didn't consider me or my needs. I was broken. My parents were dead, I'd been tortured, sexually assaulted. I was falling apart, and they did nothing, didn't help, didn't offer to take me with them. For years I kept them alive, helped them with everything from homework to battling dark forces and they couldn't recognise that for once I needed them. I understand why they did it though," she told the doctor.
"You do," the doctor prompted.
"We were getting hounded by media, we all had our own demons, Harry more than anyone. We'd all had so much responsibility on our shoulders, were forced into a war as children. They left to protect themselves, to find peace I imagine. I took to drinking and illicit substances, while they chose to escape everything, to travel and put the past behind them. Perhaps they made the healthier decision," she continued.
"How has your substance and alcohol use been this week," the doctor asked her.
"Have I relapsed, is your real question," she asked knowingly.
"Have you," Doctor Hargreaves asked.
"Not this week. I've stuck to the scheduled dreamless sleep potions, small doses to relax me. I've had two glasses of wine with meals and not had any illicit substances, this week at least," she responded honestly.
"Well done, Hermione," the doctor praised.
"I almost didn't make it, Theo offered me Pixie Dust on Saturday," she confessed.
"But you said no," the doctor questioned," Hermione laughed and shook her head.
"Draco said no," she responded, thinking of her blonde boyfriend who had glared at his best mate and taken the straw of Pixie Dust out of her hand when they'd been out at the Flaming Dragon for drinks with the Draco's Slytherin friends. Hermione had been tempted to take the hallucinogenic substance with the Slytherins but her fair-haired boyfriend had stopped her, dragging her out into the alley where he'd fucked her brutally to both of their delight. Hermione shifted on the sofa, crossing her legs, he cunt dampening at the memory of the cobbled stone walls scraping her skin as Draco's cock slammed repeatedly into her in view of anyone who dared look out into the darkened shopping street.
"How is your relationship with Draco and Fred," the doctor asked unaware of Hermione's internal fantasy, Hermione couldn't contain the small content smile that rose to her face, as she thought of her two boyfriends.
"It's going really well," she confessed happily.
"Have you given much thought to Draco's question," the doctor asked.
"For Fred and I to move into his townhouse," she questioned.
"He did buy it for the three of you," the doctor remined.
"He did, and it is beautiful, it has a library," she grinned remembering earlier in the week when Draco had brought Fred and her to visit the home. She'd ended up on her knees on a sheepskin rug, stacks of books towering around them. Draco's thick cock had been in her mouth as he roughly held her hair with his strong hands, his hips thrusting himself deeper into her throat as Fred slammed into her cunt from behind, his nails digging into the sensitive flesh of her breasts that he squeezed tighter with each thrust of his hips.
"Still think its too extravagant," the doctor asked drawing her from her memory.
"Undoubtedly, but Draco is extravagant, it's something I will have to get used too. He isn't going to change who he is," she smiled, hoping the flush of her cheeks wasn't too visible to the doctor who sat across from her.
"So will you be moving into the house with its own library," the doctor questioned, Hermione nodded.
"Yes, we will, George and Angie are going to live above the shop, and we will be moving to the townhouse," she responded.
"It will be a big change," the doctor commented.
"Yes but Freddie and Draco make me happier than I have been in I don't know how long. I feel safe with them, they are my home, my future. I'd be dead without the pair of them this past year," she told the doctor.
"It sounds like you know what you want," the doctor questioned.
"I do," Hermione responded, as the doctors cuckoo clock chimed the hour, signalling the end of their session. "Same time again next week, Doctor Hargreaves, "she asked hurriedly, gathering her belongings, she gave the doctor no time to respond as she pulled out her wand and apparated back to the flat above the shop, hoping one of her boyfriends would be available to satisfy her growing needs.
The sight that met her eyes upon landing in their (formally Fred's) bedroom had Hermione hurriedly stripping her clothes.
"How was your appointment baby," Fred questioned her, his eyes dark with desire.
"Good," she groaned, her eyes transfixed in Fred's cock that slowly entered their boyfriends arse, as he held Draco from behind, one hand tightly holding his throat, the blondes eyes were glassy with desire, his mouth open in a silent moan, as Fred bottomed out within him.
"Good boy," Fred praised, pulling his cock almost completely out of their boyfriend before re-entering him slightly faster than before.
"This is a surprise," she commented as she approached the pair on their bed, her body now naked.
"Drake has the afternoon off as he's needed for a mission at the weekend. The shop is rather quiet, so I thought we'd surprise you love, perhaps test out a few of our new sex products," Fred commented before claiming her lips in a heated kiss, Hermione moaned, kissing him back, her tongue swirling with his as one of his fingers swiped through the curls of her pussy.
"So wet for us love," he commented as he pulled away and brought his finger to his mouth to suck on the glistening digit.
"Always," she groaned.
"Come here," he directed, leading her onto the bed. Fred directed her to kneel beside him, before summoning a bag towards them, she knew this had the latest products for the store in; an entire range that was NC-17.
"What are we going to use," she questioned as he reached one hand into the bag, his steady thrusts into Draco never waning as he searched for his desired product.
"We have many choices love. Our latest metamorphic sweet allows one to change their genitals. We could give Draco a cunt and both of us could fuck him once you have a cock for a hour. We have a sweet that in theory, will make a mans cock develop a knot, I made that with you in mind love," he confessed, Hermione moaned, her cunt clenching at the thought.
"I know how much of a breeding kink you have Mi, how you love to be filled. Draco and I could be locked inside you, filling your womb until there's so much come within you even the potion you take each month won't protect you from pregnancy," he whispered sensually against her ear, Hermione shuddered her eyes wide as her juices ran down her thighs.
"Another time perhaps, what else do you have," she questioned, her voice breathless.
"Bracelets," he answered.
"Bracelets," she questioned confused.
"A trio of bracelets that when worn will allow each of us to feel exactly what the others are feeling. Every touch, lick, kiss, fuck, we all feel it, even the slightest touch of a finger grazing a nipple," he commented as he pulled a box out of the bag and opened it to reveal three golden bangles.
"Sounds fantastic," she breathed, reaching for one which she slipped easily onto her wrist. Fred put one on himself then placed one on Draco who had been silent except for the odd moan since her arrival in the room. As soon as the last bracelet was in place, all three began to glow and Hermione gasped at the sensation of been filled, fucked, she could feel Fred sliding within her. Fred groaned as well, his mouth opening in a pant of pleasure as he felt the sensation of his own cock within him.
"Fuck," Fred hissed, loosening his grip on Draco's neck, his thrusts unsteady for a moment.
"Fuck him Freddie," she breathed, running her hand over his back soothingly, she could feel his presence behind her, his hand gripping her throat as his cock repeatedly entered her arse. It was wonderful, pleasureful yet strange too as nobody was touching her and she could see Fred doing these things to Draco. Yet ghost like touches and thrusts ignited her being, making her moan in delight.
"Fuck me Weasley," Draco begged, Fred regained his senses and began to snap his hips sharply, to all of their joy, Hermione gasped, as Fred's cock brushed Draco's prostate, the sudden pleasure that had their fair-haired boyfriend yelping making her shudder needily.
"Have any vibrators in that bag," she asked, reaching for it herself, her back arching at the sensation of Fred hitting that same spot again.
"A few," Fred breathed, his hands trailing to Draco's nipples that he pinched, the sensation flaring in her own.
"Wonderful," she breathed, silently accioing them to herself along with some lube, as she ran her own fingers through her cunt, circling her throbbing clit.
"Your cunt's on fire, I can feel your need to come," Fred groaned, as she circled the bundle of nerves desperately, in need of a small amount of release.
"This looks fun," she gasped, looking at one of the boxes. It had a u-shaped double headed vibrator designed to go within a woman's vagina and arse at the same time. The box also had a large single headed vibrator within it.
"Couples toys, they vibrate in sync," Fred breathed.
"Let's give it a try then, Relax love," she breathed removing her hand from between her legs she , took the toy designed for a man she added lube to it before placing the bulbous head at his tight entrance.
"Should go in easily, I've already been fucked today," Fred breathed, grinding himself back against the toy.
"Pity I missed it," she responded as she shoved the vibrator deep into his arse, causing all three of them to gasp at the sudden intrusion of the toy that filled all three of them, tough only Fred had the physical toy within him. It was a strange sensation, the fullness of the silicone toy, alongside the warmth of Fred's thrusting cock within one hole.
"We can do it again later love," he told her as she took the other vibrator and lubed it up before working it into each of her own holes, this too made all three of them gasp as their arses got even more full. She wondered how it felt to Fred and Draco the sensation of a vibrator within her cunt, when neither of them had a cunt of their own. Was it similar to the warm throbbing feeling she could feel which she believed was the sensation of Fred's thrusting penis though she had no cock of her own. She'd have to ask them about it when they weren't having such mind-blowing sex.
"How do you activate them," she panted, moving herself so she was positioned on her knees in front of Draco's erect cock. She lapped at the precum that leaked out of his tip, her eyes fixed on the magical dragon tattoo that was a recent addition to his abs.
"Like this," Fred spoke before clicking his fingers. The powerful vibrations started up, causing all three of them to gasp. Draco grabbed her hair and thrust his cock into her mouth, the sensation adding to the vibrations, and fucking they could all feel. It didn't take long for it to become overwhelming, for the pleasure to overcome them. They came together as a trio, Fred within Draco and Draco within her while she spasmed around the toys that filled both of her cunt and arsehole so thoroughly, toys that seemed to be getting larger, making her come again at uncomfortable fullness of the silicone toys within her.
"Fuck, feel so full," Draco breathed, slamming his now semi hard cock within her open mouth. Hermione groaned coming again her eyes meeting his as she came once more, her orgasm ebbing into the next as the fullness increased again making her wince uncomfortably. Draco removed his cock from her mouth and wrapped his arms around her, holding her tightly as pain and pleasure rocked through her petite body.
"Fucking hell, stop," she heard Fred whine, she imagined his vibrator was also swelling uncomfortably within his arse, it's vibrations increasing in strength to the point it felt like electric zapping the sensitive entrances to their bodies.
"Get it out of me," she moaned, her eyes watering at the overwhelming sensation
"I will do, love," Draco nodded, groaning at the phantom sensation of the vibrators that rocked through his own body.
As the vibrations increased once more, Hermione felt her eyes rolling back, sending her over the precipice into darkness.
When Hermione came too, she did so to a warm tattooed chest below her head and a hardened cock pressed against her arse as Fred spooned her from behind, his hand thrown protectively over her and Draco.
"How are you feeling love," Draco questioned her.
"I've never come so hard," she confessed, though she felt well fucked, she didn't feel any pain from their misadventure with the sex toys, which was a blessing she supposed.
"Don't think any of us have, the product needs adjusting, we couldn't get it to stop after you passed out," Draco told her.
"Someone has to test them, suppose there are worse ways to die than too many orgasms," she breathed, Draco chuckled.
"Maybe next time we test only one product at a time," he suggested.
"Good idea," she smiled.
"How was your mind healing appointment," he asked quietly.
"She isn't a mind healer," she reminded him.
"You know what I mean," he replied.
"I do, it went well. I'm doing a lot better than I was," she told him.
"I know you are we are very proud of the progress you've made Granger," he said, his fingers playing with her hair.
"Draco," she whispered, raising her head so her chocolate eyes could lock onto his silver pair in the darkened room.
"Yes love," he asked quietly.
"I'm glad you are part of this triad, that you chose to come home with Fred and I on Christmas," she confessed.
"So am I," he replied.
"I love you," she told him quietly.
"I love you too love," he smiled at her, she smiled too.
"Draco," she asked.
"Yes love," he questioned, an amused edge to his voice.
"We'll move to the townhouse," she told him.
"Seriously," he questioned, she nodded, a smile on her face as she shifted slightly to kiss him, without waking Fred who's gentle snores blew the curls at the base of her neck.
"I want us to live together, the three of us and the townhouse is the perfect place for us to start our life together," she told him as she lent in to kiss him once again.