Chapter 64
Notes: parts of this chapter was originally posted as a one-shot called: Hydrangea And Honey Flower (Heartless Secret Love), they've been edited to reflect changes in the main story from the original vision. NSFW Art by Dralamy on a03.
October 21, 1997
She couldn't even claim privately that she hadn't seen this coming. Regardless, Hermione pretended to be distraught when Ron lost his temper on Harry and then stormed out, becoming angry with her when she wouldn't come with him. What a joke he was. He'd invented some kind of romantic connection between them and frankly, she was disgusted by just the thought.
He couldn't even compare with either of her actual lovers, let alone the two of them. Pathetic, really. Hermione knew she barely tolerated being around the Weasel, as her beloveds called him. She felt even more ambivalent about his defection than she might have otherwise been because she was wearing the locket most of the time. Harry had visions of Voldemort when he wore it and rather than let Tom have an up-close view of what they were up to, Hermione elected to wear it more. She merely told Harry that its whispers didn't bother her like they had Ron. Harry believed her, because why would she lie? She had a logical mind and the things the locket whispered preyed on one's emotions and desires. Harry was blissfully unaware of her inner turmoil.
The specifics of already orphaning herself for the war and having lovers magically ensnared to serve the Dark Lord that she had vowed to destroy didn't come up. Harry had no idea about the complex memory charms that she cast on her parents. He was under the impression that after the war was over, she'd be able to restore herself to their memories. That wasn't the case, though, not only had she erased herself from their lives, but she'd given them new memories, a whole new life in Australia. And Harry would certainly bet all the money in his vault that she was still a virgin. How wrong he was.
The locket's promises on behalf of Tom Riddle were nothing but poison. No matter how sweet they sounded, she knew that it was all empty promises from a madman trying to keep this piece of his soul safe.
Harry's version of Hermione was an illusion more than anything else, the girl he met on their first train ride to Hogwarts who never changed. She was the bossy swot, there to do the research, cast the spells, and save the day with her encyclopedic brain. It was exhausting keeping up the facade day in and day out.
She did what was expected and put them at risk, waiting in the same spot for a few days in order for Ron to cool off and return. When it was finally well past foolish to remain in the same place, she moved their camp even deeper into the Forest of Dean and restructured the wards not to accept Ron even if he were to find them. Of course, in that last part, she neglected to inform Harry, who was forlorn at the defection of his best mate. Hermione had to fight her near constant urge to roll her eyes at the little pity party Harry was throwing himself. Some Chosen One he was proving himself to be.
For Hermione, Ron abandoning the horcrux hunt only made her life better. Seeing her boyfriends became that much easier. There were some steps that she had to take, but they were simple enough:
1 - Make sure she was wearing the locket,
2 - Drug Harry with dreamless sleep, rationing it as much as possible so the supplies would last. 3 - Use her ring to summon them.
Then, with a soft pop of apparition, they would appear wherever she was as soon as they could come. Hermione worried that the increased summonings and their frequent absences would begin to be noticed by either their fathers or other Death Eaters. She never asked what horrifying acts they were using as a coverup for their romantic rendezvous. Not that she cared particularly; she just would rather not think about it when she knew their time together was so likely to be finite.
The trio stopped fucking outdoors on a blanket, her posh boyfriends quickly over the novelty of roughing it. "There are limits to how much I will facilitate your public sex kink, Hermione. I am pretty sure every owl and forest creature has seen that glorious cunt at this point," Theo had told her and then, laughing, he relayed how dramatic Draco had been over a splinter in an unmentionable spot from one of their previous outings.
Theo transfigured her tiny camping cot into a spacious canopy bed and added an additional extension charm to her section of the tent to accommodate the large bed. Finally, they had enough space to make love as a triad rather than as separate couples. Hermione couldn't hide her smile the first time Theo had done this bit of magic for them. The bed looked strikingly similar to the one upon which she had lost her virginity in the Room of Requirement.
October 21, 1997
Tonight, everything went according to plan. Standing outside in front of the tent, she was wearing the blasted locket, Harry was passed out in a puddle of his own drool. She had changed into her short, strappy sundress. The soft material brushed the tops of her thighs and the dark green colour was something she knew made her lovers crazy. She wasn't entirely mad, though, as she'd thrown on her light blue wool jumper as a concession to the chill night air.
She let out a slow breath to steady herself and then pressed on her ring, activating the charm to summon her lovers to her. Like every time before, she counted her breaths and tried to remain patient, knowing they would send her a message on the Protean coin under her shirt.
The crack of apparition sounded through the forest and she let out a relieved exhale. Laughing, she ran forward into the thick trees to embrace her boys. Hers. Not Voldemort's. Not their fathers'. Hers.
As soon as she saw them, she picked up her pace and launched herself at Draco, who was just slightly closer to her. He adjusted her in his arms so that he held her up like a bride and carried her into the tent. After pressing his lips to her temple, Theo moved ahead, holding open the tent flap like the chivalrous gentleman he was.
Draco tossed her onto the bed immediately, causing her to start laughing again as she landed on her arse. Hermione gripped the hem of her jumper and pulled it off, exposing the low neckline of the sundress she wore. She reached her hands up her dress and wiggled out of her thong, tossing her knickers into Draco's hand. His scowl only made her laugh more, as she knew she had ruined some of his fun. Her blonde boyfriend so adored ripping her undergarments off of her, but she was beginning to run out of knickers and could hardly pop out to the store to get more.
Her eyes flickered over Draco's shoulder, and she saw Theo pulling his clothes off like a man possessed. As soon as he was completely bare, he jumped on top of her, flying through the air like an overeager kitten. "Missed me, did you?'' she asked as she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him in close.
"Oh, you have no idea," he replied, nuzzling his face into her hair, breathing in deeply. "It is so difficult to deal with the horror of being a minion for evil when I know your lovely little tight wet cunt is here empty and all lonely." He reached down, inching her dress up around her waist and stroked her damp lips, a moan escaping him. "I would much rather be here rolling around in bed with you," Theo purred as he pulled back, hovering over her.
He slid one finger inside her and kissed her deeply before rolling over to give Draco space to caress her as the now nude blonde had joined them on the bed and kneeled beside them.
Draco removed the straps of her dress from her shoulders and was pleased to see the freckles that adorned her shoulder. He kissed the pattern they made across her soft skin, as he hummed against her back. "I'm going to use these freckles to mark you as mine," Draco growled before whispering a spell, making Hermione gasp. "Hm, perfect. Now, anyone who sees these freckles will know."
"Draco," Theo said, clicking his tongue as he chuckled. "Putting your constellation on her skin. Possessive, aren't you?" Hermione preened under his possession, loving that he had marked her forever as his.
Sandwiched between the two of them, Hermione gasped as both their cocks pressed against her. Their lips met while their hands roamed her body. Theo pinched her nipples, while Draco gripped her arse so roughly she knew there would be bruises.
Hermione's mouth latched onto Theo's neck and she began to suck hard. She pulled back, looking down, admiring the bruise she'd left behind. Draco's hand pressed between her shoulder blades as he nudged her to bend forward.
"Hm, is my kitten wanting to play rough?" She heard Draco's hoarse voice whisper as he positioned himself behind her.
"Please, Draco," she whined, feeling his cock nudging her entrance.
"Have you worked on getting rid of that gag reflex?" Theo asked, holding her chin so she was looking up at him now that she was on all fours.
"Gods, yes," she said, opening her mouth as an invitation for Theo to check for himself.
In perfect sync, both cocks entered her. Draco stretched her wide as his thick length hit her cervix while Theo easily slipped down her throat.
Draco railed her soaked pussy while Theo's cock slipped in and out of her mouth, drool slipping down her chin. Slytherin's locket was dangling between her breasts and swung in time with the thrusts of her lovers.
"Hermione? Malfoy? Nott? What the bloody hell?" The sputtering voice echoed through the tent over the sounds of skin slapping.
Theo's long elegant fingers reached out, wrapping around Hermione's throat and turned her head to look at their voyeur staring where the curtains had come open.
Theo pulled his prick from Hermione's mouth with a 'pop' so she could answer. "Oh, hey Harry," she said, just as Draco lifted her hips to hit slightly deeper, making her eyes roll back in her head. "Fuck Draco, don't you dare stop. I'm so fucking close."
"Very few things could pull me away from this perfect cunt, my love." He thrust into her again, making her scream just as Theo shoved his cock down her throat again.
Draco began pounding harder, his arm reaching around to stroke her clit and her cunt fluttered around him. As the cold metal from his signet ring brushed the bundle of nerves, Hermione felt herself edging closer to falling over the ledge these two had put her on.
Theo leaned down to whisper, "I know you love having an audience, my love." Gripping her hair as he fucked her mouth in earnest.
"Good girl," he praised, making her whimper.
"Keep doing that," Theo panted as the muscles in his abdomen tightened and he spent himself down her throat. She swallowed every drop and looked up at him, tears dripping down her cheeks, licking her lips. "Dirty whore, are you putting on a show for Potter?"
"Maybe I am. What does it matter anyway?" Her eyes were full of wickedness and more than a little darkness just then.
Theo shrugged and lifted her face to kiss her, his tongue going into her mouth to taste his cum. Draco moaned at the sight of them, his cock ramming into her as he grunted and roughly pressed the 'M' against her clit. Suddenly, her back arched and she came all over Draco, her female ejaculation running down his thighs.
Harry stood there shocked as Draco and Theo finished with him watching, neither of her lovers even slightly embarrassed of their nakedness. Draco kissed her back. Theo kissed her mouth as if in a show of claiming her in front of Harry.
Hermione grabbed one of the blankets and wrapped it around herself. Cum continued to run down her thighs; she didn't bother to conjure knickers, once she dealt with the interruption she planned to have the two of them again.
"Looks like you discovered my little secret, Harry." Hermione said, looking back over at her lovers. Theo pulled Draco into his lap for a cuddle and they eagerly watched the scene unfold.
"How long has this been going on?" Harry's Adam's apple bobbed and his fists clenched. His face reddened with fury.
"Oh?" she laughed, "Theo, Draco, and I? What do you mean? Dating? The Yule Ball 4th year. Shagging? Since the night of Slughorn's party. It was past time, really."
Harry sputtered and the boys laughed at his shock.
"Three-three years? You've been with them for three bloody years and lying to me this whole time? You knew then that Malfoy had the Mark! All while telling me I was mad. How fucked up is that?!" Harry managed to formulate another question. "Are you—a Death Eater, Hermione?"
She rolled up her sleeve showing her unmarked flesh. "Hardly. You'd already be dead." Hermione sighed, rolling her eyes, put out by how ridiculous Harry was. "I'm just a girl in love with boys on the other side of the war."
Theo piped up. "We actually aren't particularly keen on the whole 'being Death Eaters' bit ourselves. It's not like we volunteered," he said, placing a soft kiss against Draco's temple.
"We'd much rather be here making sure that you don't get our girlfriend killed by your bleeding hero complex." Drace wanted to contribute his two knuts before turning into Theo and taking his lips in a searing kiss.
Harry protested, "I don't understand, Mione. Malfoy has been nothing but horrible to you for years."
"It's called a performance, Harry," Hermione explained exasperatedly. Honestly, how dense can one person be? "Have you heard of those? I am not exactly a girl whom House Malfoy or House Nott would approve of. I'd like to live long enough to marry these two plonkers and my future fathers-in-law would frown on my intention to continue breathing, let alone bear heirs, if they knew about me."
"There's no way I can support this," Harry shot back, shaking his head, his hand reaching for his pocket where his wand was stored. "They are Marked Death Eaters. I just can't do this, Mione!"
Hermione shook her head. "You never can, Harry."
"What do you mean?" Harry asked her in confusion.
"Obliviate." Theo was suddenly behind him.
"Stupefy." That was Draco. Harry fell to the ground with a thud.
Hermione shook her head. "Merlin, we can't keep doing this; this is the third time this week. He is going to have Swiss cheese for a brain. I am going to modify his memory to that he just had an erotic dream about Draco and then I will tuck him back into bed with the rest of the Dreamless Sleep. I clearly can't ration it anymore. He's built up a tolerance."
"Why me?" Draco said sullenly, crinkling his nose in distaste.
Hermione smirked, "Because he was obsessed with your arse for all of 6th year. When I am done tucking the Chosen One back into bed, you two are finishing what we started. I need at least three more orgasms before you fuck off to do the Dark Lord's bidding again. Don't move," she instructed as she swayed her hips for her boys.
Theo shook his head."Oh Princess, we wouldn't dream of going anywhere else. I especially can't wait to hear more about what you are envisioning for our wedding."
"You'll look stunning in a wedding dress, love." Draco closed his eyes, imagining her. "I might have to buy you a few so we can practice ripping them off you…"
Her laughter rang out as she levitated an unconscious Harry back to his cot. "I am going to need you two ponces to bring me more Dreamless Sleep," she sighed as she waved her wand over his head, adjusting his memories.
"Snape thinks I'm addicted," Draco groaned, laying back, "told me if I asked again, he was going to have a talk with mum. Salazar, could you imagine if we told him what we actually needed it for? Excuse me, but I rather need to sedate Harry bloody Potter so Theo and I can shag our girlfriend in peace. Bloody fuck."
"I could ask?" Theo offered.
"He'd still think it was for me…" Draco mused, "we'll figure something out, even if we have to rob an apothecary."
"I mean, we do already have masks," Theo pointed out.
"There is that," Draco responded, thoughtfully.
*
November 3, 1997
"No man or woman alive, magical or not, has ever escaped some form of injury, whether physical, mental, or emotional. To hurt is as human as to breathe," Hermione read from her copy of the Tales of Beedle the Bard, Theo's head in her lap as he let her voice wash over him. "Honestly, if these are the fairy tales that you all read as children, it's no wonder that the wizarding world is such a mess."
"Like Muggle fairy tales are so much better love," Theo smiled up at her. "The witch in the candy house who likes to bake and eat children after fattening them up? Or what about the ever cheerful tale of Bluebeard?"
"Is that the one that ends with the horrifying moral?" Draco asked from where he was going through all of Potter's trunks. The wizard in question passed out on the chaise lounge that theo had transfigured from the boy-who-lived's cot. Draco had gotten bored of making fun of the puddle of drool the chosen one was lying in as they'd managed to confiscate several phials of Dreamless Sleep from the apothecary in Diagon Alley earlier in the week.
"I don't remember the story of Bluebeard having a moral?" Hermione looked up in confusion.
"Because it's horrifying? The main character murders all his wives and yet the moral was 'women's curiosity can be the death of them, and that women are to obey their husbands' or some such rot." Draco shuddered, his nose crinkling in distaste. "That's exactly the kind of book that if it fell into the hands of Pureblood witches that would prove that Muggles are savages."
Hermione shrugged. "Muggles can be savage. Wizards don't own the market on war, prejudice and genocide. Muggles are more than capable of wiping out one another, and us, if they knew we existed." Her hand stilled in Theo's hair, her mind clearly a million miles away.
"We'll get through this, love," Theo promised, turning his head to kiss her palm. "I'm doing what I can to deal with misuse of magic in front of Muggles. I managed to snag the scrolls that log that sort of thing and we're doing what's needed."
"You can't handle everything yourself," Hermione scolded, chewing on her lower lip.
"I know." Theo agreed, his voice soft. "I've got Draco and Mipsy to help me."
"And here it is!" Draco raised the cloak in excitement, not having heard any of Theo and Hermione's soft conversation. "Theo, do you really think you can duplicate it?"
"With enough time I could make a time turner," Theo offered, raising his voice so the other love of his life could hear him. Although Draco was back at examining the cloak again with interest.
"So humble," Hermione laughed, flicking the tip of Theo's nose.
"What do I have to be humble about?" Theo snorted. "The two sexiest people in the Wizarding World are my soulmates, I'm brilliant at spellwork and I managed to murder a werewolf right in front of Greyback after a Revel a bit back."
"You've got to be joking!" Hermione shrieked, amazed and horrified in equal parts that he'd kept such a secret from her. "And how are you not dead right now?"
Theo offered her a smirk, looking up from her lap. "Turns out werewolves love a good disembowelment? And dear old dad was so proud."
Hermione closed the book with a snap. "Your father is truly the worst human that has ever lived."
"Oh, I know."