The end of April and beginning of May had been a tumultuous time for their triad but most especially Hermione. A year had passed since she had been tortured at Malfoy Manor, a year had gone by since the Final Battle of Hogwarts too. Everyone it seemed wanted a piece of her, the only accessible Member of the Golden Trio. Harry and Ron had not returned, a part of her had hoped that they'd come back, be present at these first anniversaries of their shared worst days. She'd hoped they come and support her. She had been wrong. Draco had called them selfish fuckers and a number of other slurs too. Hermione hadn't the heart to defend her friends; in fact she agreed wholeheartedly with the fair-haired member of their triad; her best friends were selfish fuckers who had abandoned her. Thankfully she had Fred and Draco to help keep her grounded.
The three of them had moved into the townhouse Draco had purchased. It was a beautiful house, and it didn't take them long to make it feel like a home. They'd spent their time decorating and furnishing the home, making it a place all three of them could be happy. They'd also had sex as well, lots of sex, christening every room, wall, floor, and counter in their new home. Decorating and incredibly hot sex served as a distraction for Hermione who found this time to be most difficult.
The press had hounded her, wanting exclusive interviews, even Kingsley had requested her presence, to do a moral boosting speech at the first memorial event since the Final Battle. Every time she left the townhouse, she'd found camera's flashing in her face and wix invading her personal space. She'd had to say no to all of the interview requests, but she'd agreed to do a speech for Kingsley. This proved to be a mistake, the days leading up to the anniversary had been plagued with nightmares, a continuous loop of horror, some born of memories and others born of her imagination every time she dared to close her eyes. Even her Dreamless Sleep Potion was unable to help her.
Draco and Fred tried to help, they held her and comforted her when she awoke soaked in sweat and screaming. This helped greatly most of the time, comforting her and easing her anxieties. They'd hold her until she could cry no longer and then make love to her, proving she was safe and that no demons would ever hurt her again while they were present.
The night before the memorial was a bad night, her worst for a long time, she'd come to the realisation that she could not do it; she could not return to Hogwarts and most definitely could not do a moral boosting speech. She didn't have it in her to stand in front of Wizarding Britain in a place so many had died and speak of the tragedies of that night, not now when she'd only begun to get better and deal with her trauma. She'd found herself laid between her two lovers pretending to be asleep, listening to their breathing deepening. She'd waited until she was certain that both of them were asleep before sneaking out of their bedroom and the townhouse they shared, needing to escape her thoughts and memories.
Anxious and desperate for a fix of the forbidden she'd found herself falling into bad habits. A year before she'd been running through Hogwarts fighting for her life as those they loved died for their cause. A year on from that dreaded night she'd found herself in a shady pub in a backstreet of Hogsmeade, six drinks in with a straw full of Pixie Dust that she snorted uncaring of who saw her doing the illicit substance. She'd needed a moment of peace, of escape and a hallucinogenic substance had seemed like the best way to go. Hermione had snorted the entire straw before stumbling out of the pub. It hadn't taken her long to get to the centre of the small magical village, from there she'd wondered as though in a trance up the winding path to Hogwarts, a bottle of Firewhisky held in her hand, the glass she'd been refilling in the pub forgotten in favour of swigging the burning alcohol straight from the bottle.
Hermione wasn't proud of her relapse or what happened next. She'd hallucinated dragons breathing fire and evil masked wix raining spell fire down on the school. One figure in particular cackled, her dark hair wild as she screamed Crucio at innocent children. Hermione, her eyes wide and unseeing had pulled out her wand and begun firing unceremoniously at the wards of the school, fighting demons that only she could see. This was how Headmistress McGonagall had found her when alerted to a disturbance at the gates of the school. High as a kite and deranged like a mad hatter, Hermione had tried to attack her favourite teacher who had been forced to disarm her and restrain her before levitating her to the Hospital Wing for Madam Pomfrey to assess.
When she'd come around from the trip, she'd been mortified not just because of what she'd done but because both Fred and Draco sat beside her hospital bed, Fred with a look of saddened worry on his face while Draco had looked disappointed. She'd found herself closing her eyes in shame and promising that it would be the last time, that she wouldn't relapse again. Hermione didn't know if they believed her, she barely believed herself.
In the wake of her relapse Hermione had been to see Dr Hargreaves many times throughout the month of May and the beginning of June. She had been kind and understanding, reassuring her that sometimes relapses happen on the road to recovery, but the important thing was that Hermione knew she'd made a mistake and that she'd asked for help. Hermione hadn't taken drugs since the night of her relapse.
Draco awoke to his cock been enveloped in a warm heat, opening his eyes he let out an involuntary moan at the sight of Hermione bobbing her head as she sucked his cock. Her beautiful chocolate eyes were wide and filled with hunger as she sucked him off, swallowing all of his sizable penis before coming back up her tongue lapping at the tip of his dick before she enveloped him once more.
"Happy Birthday Drake," Fred's voice drew his attention to his other partner, the one whose cock he now realised was buried within Hermione's cunt fucking her leisurely from behind.
"What a wonderful way to wake up," he replied as he tangled his hands into Hermione's hair, "tap my thigh if it becomes too much love," he told the curly haired witch between them before thrusting his cock hard into her throat, Hermione made a gurgling sound and he tugged up her head before slamming himself back into her, hard and fast.
"She loves it," Fred grunted, building his own pace, before long the were both thrusting into her orifices, Hermione flushed and sweaty between them as they fucked her raw.
"Good girl, taking our cocks so well aren't you princess," he praised as he thrust into her mouth once more, Hermione moaned around his cock and Draco grunted, knowing he wouldn't last long with her sweet torturous lips around him.
"She was made for us," Fred moaned.
"That you are, for been so good at taking us, we'll reward you love," he breathed lifting her head off of his cock, he ignored the disappointed sound she made at no longer having her lips around his shaft. Her tongue shot our licking the tip of his dick the way a kitten laps at milk, Draco smirked and shuffled out of her reach, his cock standing proud, taunting their witch who was just out of reach of it.
"Draco," she wined, her voice full of need.
"Such a greedy little thing," he commented, "I'm sure you will love us both fucking your cunt instead," he breathed. Fred grinned burring his cock once more into Hermione. The older wizard wrapped his arms around her, his large palms squeezing her breasts as he lifted her, still impaled on his penis so her back was flush against his chest. Hermione moaned wantonly at this new position; Draco could see the outline of Fred's dick against her taut stomach, buried so deeply within her.
"You're so beautiful, taking Freddie so well," He commented. From his current position he could see her cunt dripping around Fred's dick and running down her thighs.
"Please Draco," she breathed, her voice begging him to fuck her too.
"You want me inside you too love," he asked, she nodded franticly, and he grinned, lining his cock up with her opening above Fred's that remained shafted within her greedy little cunt. There was no need to prepare her, she was dripping, and it worked to his advantage as he spread her legs wider, settling her feet atop of his shoulders and pushed up into her. She was like a vice. His cock was flush against the underside of Fred's on one side while her sensitive fluttering wall rippled against him on the other side.
"Ah, oh, fuck," she moaned, her head was thrown back, her back arching, Draco groaned, leaning in to latch onto her neck, kissing and sucking at the flesh hard enough to leave bruises. Fred leaned in kissing their vixens' lips, heated and hungry, he claimed her lips, swallowing the glorious sounds she made. They'd fucked her together before, but Draco knew he'd never tire of having her between them, both of them thrusting within her. They worked together in synchrony, as Fred pulled out, he thrust in, both of them brutalising her greedy cunt that took them in so beautify, her delicate walls fluttering around them, never wanting to be empty of the cocks that slammed repeatedly inside it.
Fred was right she was made for them Draco thought as Hermione let out the most beautiful sound of pure pleasure, screaming her release, her cunt that was already so tight clamping down on Fred's cock, the redhead closing his eyes as he began to jerk against her, his release spilling into her cunt. Draco made one final thrust into her, all three of them groaning as his cock bottomed out, his sensitive tip touching her womb. Draco came instantly, spilling his seed into her as he reached down between them and rolled his thumb around her engorged clit. Within second's Hermione orgasmed again, clamping around them even tighter, Draco's knees buckled, and he found himself collapsing onto the bed bringing his pair of lovers down with him. Wrapping his arms around them he soon found himself falling asleep both his and Fred's cocks still deep within Hermione.
Draco was lucky, he knew this. After everything he'd experienced, he'd expected to find himself either dead or living out his days in Azkaban. It shocked him every day to know that he was alive, free, and somehow happy. Hermione and Fred made him Happy; they'd let him into their world and though they'd had their challenges, he couldn't imagine his life without them, he loved them. A year ago he couldn't imagine been alive to celebrate turning eighteen yet here he was eighteen years old and living his best life.
After a morning filled with much more sex, the trio had showered, each of them coming a final time before he and Hermione had to leave to meet his mother for a late lunch and Fred headed into the store to cover for a sick employee.
Narcissa had avoided Azkaban as she had been subservient to his father throughout their marriage, Lucius however had not and would spend the rest of his days in the prison. His mother had no choice about following Voldemort, his father had made the decision for the family. His mother had never taken the mark and had tried quietly to help as many people as she possibly could. She'd snuck food to prisoners and healed them the best she could and had even lied to the Dark Lord declaring that Harry Potter was dead, which was essential to ending the war. She'd also never cast an unforgivable curse. As such she avoided any form of punishment and now lived her life freely.
His mother had been very supportive of their triad, she'd never cared about blood status. Since the war she'd reconnected with her sister Andromeda, it had been their parents and Lucius who had forbade them from seeing one another. Now that they were no longer in their lives, the sisters had reconnected and were making up for lost time. His aunt hadn't wanted to see her sister living in a manor filled with so many horrible memories. Andromeda who had lost her husband, daughter, and son in law in the final year of the war knew how important family was and had promptly invited her sister to live with her and baby Teddy, Draco had never seen his mother happier, each time he visited her she was bright and cheerful like the flowers she was named after.
"Draco, Hermione please come in," his mother greeted opening the door to the small cottage after he knocked on it.
"Hello mother," he smiled, leaning down to kiss her on her cheek, Hermione smiled in greeting.
"Draw-co, Mim-mi" an excited squeal sounded as he stepped across the threshold.
"Teddy-bear," he grinned, leaning down to pick up the baby that was toddling at speed towards them.
"He's so big," Hermione marvelled, reaching out to tickle the tot who giggled his hair turning from electric blue waves to platinum blonde curls. Draco couldn't help the fond almost longing look that crossed his face. The tiny Metamorphmagus had made himself look like the perfect blend of himself and Hermione. Draco could see a future where they had children with blonde curly hair, and he wanted it. As he passed the boy to his girlfriend who began to coo, cuddling Teddy tightly Draco knew that she'd one day make a wonderful mother.
"Happy Birthday Draco," His aunt greeted him, leaning in to kiss his cheek as she hurried through the kitchen, dressed in her green heeler robes, "Sorry I can't stay love, I have a baby to deliver," she told him before exiting the cottage.
"Good luck," he called after her before following his mother to the conservatory where she'd set up a table laden with food and presents.
"Mum you shouldn't have," he smiled at her.
"Nonsense, you deserve to be spoilt, Happy Birthday my little Dragon" she grinned at him, radiating joy.
"Thank you, mum," he replied, the best gift of all was knowing she was happy, he'd worried about her far too much when they'd been prisoners in their own home the previous year.
Draco had a lovely time visiting with his mum. She'd put on a feast, and he found himself stuffed and happy when it was time to return home. He'd opened his gifts, Teddy helping to unwrap them. She'd gotten him books, a new wand holster, clothes, and little trinkets she thought he'd like. His aunt meanwhile had gifted him a pocket watch that belonged to her late husband, the gift was meaningful, Draco hadn't worn the watch his father had gifted him the previous year, he'd hated his father by that point. He'd wear this watch, however, keep it safe and when Teddy turned seventeen, he'd give it to his younger cousin. The afternoon had escaped them, they'd spent the time playing with Teddy and chatting. His mother had got nostalgic and pulled out his childhood albums and spent hours showing his photos to Hermione while she regaled his girlfriend with stories from his childhood. Some men might have been embarrassed by this, but Draco wasn't, he was glad the pair got along so well.
It was early evening by the time he wrapped his arms around Hermione and apparated them home. He'd just been leaning down to kiss her as they landed in their living room when a chorus of voices called out "Surprise,". Draco jumped not expecting anyone to be present and Hermione let out a giggle.
"Happy Birthday Love," she grinned, coming up onto her tip toes she kissed him sweetly before pulling away as a strong arm engulfed him, twisting him around so Fred too could kiss his lips.
"Did you have a good time visiting your mother," he questioned as he pulled away from him, passing him a tumbler full of amber liquid.
"I did," he nodded, looking around the room at the people gathered. There were people from all four Hogwarts Houses present, current, and former students all gathered and uniting for a party of all things. There was ghastly banners and balloons strewn all over the room and the furniture had been moved to the side to create a dance floor. He could see a bar set up and Lee Jordon was waving his wand at a fancy stereo that began playing loud music while George waved his wand making a disco ball and club lighting appear. Draco grinned.
"Come on I want the first dance with the birthday boy," Fred said dragging him onto the dance floor. What happened next was more like grinding than dancing, his childhood dance teacher would have been horrified of the way his hips slid against Fred's, their hands roaming each other's bodies, in a way that was undeniably sexual, more so in fact once Hermione joined them, her body sliding against both of theirs under the enchanted lighting.
After many drinks, a quickie in the bathroom with Hermione and dancing with most of the people present at his surprise party Draco found himself been dragged into a circle of people. It was close to midnight and the majority of people had gone home or crashed in one of the spare rooms or sofas in the townhouse. Only a small group remained in the living room: Hermione, Fred, George, Angelina, Ginny, Luna, Neville Theo, Blaise, Daphne, Pansy, and himself.
"Where going to play a game," Ginny declared, the redhead grinned drunkenly.
"What game," he drawled but even he was feeling quite sloshed.
"What about truth or dare," Daphne suggested, Pansy who was sat beside her shook her head.
"I can't be arsed doing dares," she responded.
"So just truths," Neville asked.
"How about Never have I ever," Hermione suggested, taking a sip of her Firewhisky.
"What's that," it had been Theo who asked, his voice intrigued.
"It's really quite simple we take turns saying never have I ever and suggest something you've never done. Everyone who has done it takes a shot. The aim of the game is to get everyone pissed, the drunker you get the more outlandish the questions get," she told them.
"Ohh that sounds good, I'll go first," Theo grinned, "Never have I ever fucked a Weasley," he said winking lavishly at Ginny who sat opposite him.
"You wish," Ginny purred at him.
"Oh little Red you have no idea how much," Theo smirked at her, to Draco's surprise Ginny turned pink and averted her eyes. Draco had expected that he, Hermione, and Angelina would take a shot after all they were each dating Weasley's, what he was not expecting was for Pansy to try and slyly take a shot, he stared at her feeling shocked. Out of the corner of his eye he noticed Luna taking a shot as well but that didn't shock him half as much as the news that Pansy had fucked one of his boyfriends' siblings.
"Pansy," Daphne gasped, appalled.
"Who'd you fuck," Blaise asked her.
"None of your business," she snarled.
"Wasn't me," the three Weasley's present all said at once.
"Can't have been Bill, he's too old and married," Ginny commented.
"Doubt she met Charlie, he only stayed for a few weeks after the battle," George mused.
"Who'd you fuck, Percy or Ron," Fred asked amused. Pansy covered her face mortified.
"I'm not drunk enough for this," she groaned.
"Let's leave poor Pansy alone," Blaise commented, "Never have I ever shagged Ron Weasley," he said in his next breath, his voice amused. Nobody in the circle took shot.
"You fucked Percy," Ginny asked wide eyed, looking at Pansy with shock.
"I was drunk," the witch replied with a glare that could kill, "Granger, don't you need to take a shot"." his former girlfriend asked his current one.
"Nope, only fucked one Weasley thank you," Hermione replied smartly.
"Interesting," the dark-haired girl replied.
"Never have I eaten out a pussy," Daphne asked, casting her eyes around the circle. All of the men present drank their shots and surprisingly so did Luna and Ginny.
"Ginny, Luna," Hermione gasped looking from one friend to the other in shock.
"Ginny's pussy tasted lovely," Luna commented the way one might comment on the weather, Draco couldn't help laughing.
"No way, you two fucked each other," Blaise breathed, his eyes looking between them full of intrigue.
"More than once," Ginny quibbled with a smirk.
"But aren't you straight," Hermione questioned, her voice full of confusion.
"I do prefer cocks Hermione but I'm open to exploring my sexuality, Luna is bisexual," Ginny replied patiently, Hermione looked intrigued as though she too was open to exploring her sexuality, perhaps they could invite Luna over one evening, Draco thought privately to himself.
"Gin please stop talking," George begged, Fred nodded in agreement, neither brother wanted to hear about their sister's sex life.
"Oh please, you two have sex and talk about it all the time and it is okay but since I have a cunt, I can't own my sexuality like all of my brothers do," she scoffed.
"Own your sexuality, you don't need to tell us about it," Fred commented with a shudder.
Before Ginny could respond Pansy asked the next question, "Never have I ever had a threesome," to no one's surprise their triad all drank. Blaise, Theo and Pansy, all took their shots with a sly grin at one another. What was surprising however was when Luna, Ginny and Neville drank their shots as well.
"Neville has a lovely cock," Luna told them all before anyone could ask any questions, Neville turned bright red at this compliment.
"Dose he really," Pansy asked intrigued, the dark haired Slytherin eying Neville like a piece of candy.
"Oh yes, its long and thick with a lovely curve that hits your G-spot every time, isn't it Ginny," She questioned. Ginny nodded in confirmation. "Neville won't mind you using it Pansy, he's very good with it," Luna continued serenely.
"Longbottom aren't you a dark horse," Blaise commented, impressed.
It was now Draco's turn to ask a question; "Never have I ever had a penis in my arse," he questioned before immediately taking his own shot.
"That's not how you play the game," Hermione grumbled as she took her own shot," Draco shrugged from beside her and wrapped his arm around her. Around them most of the girls took a shot along with them, Fred, and Theo.
"Who fucked you," Hermione asked inquisitively to the dark haired Slytherin who smirked at her.
"Your boyfriend among others," he replied with a wink at her.
"Which one," she asked him inquisitively.
"Mr Dark and Broody obviously, no Weasley has fucked me," he replied.
"Yet," Ginny grinned, her heated eyes on the Dark-haired wizard.
"Is that an invitation," he questioned, throwing a wink at the redhead.
"Perhaps," Ginny nodded with a flirtatious grin.
"Draco fucked you, I bet that was hot," Hermione said, ignoring the fact the wizard was flirting with one of her best friends, she cast her eyes between the two of them as though she was imagining him balls deep inside his childhood friend.
"Oh you know it was love," Theo winked at her shamefully and Hermione giggled.
"Oh you are such a flirt, I like you," she commented with another laugh, "Never have I ever…" Draco didn't hear what Hermione's question was, for as she asked it an almighty bang sounded, the windows and doors of the room imploding, glass shreds flying in all directions, penetrating the skin of all who remained in the room. Some let out startled screams but that didn't stop all of them drawing their wands, their reflexes as fast as lighting.
"You didn't think I'd miss your birthday did you Draco," called a familiar voice though it was gravellier than he remembered.
"Father," he breathed as the man who was meant to be in Azkaban stepped into the room his expression deranged.
"My son a blood traitor," he spat pointing a wand at him.