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She hums quietly, slowly sipping at her hot apple cider with a generous pour of firewhiskey. She’s bundled up in her winter stockings but wears a shorter, pleated black skirt. She’s also sporting one of her Weasley sweaters and renews her warming charm every time it starts to weaken. Seamus grins at her from a distance as he pours more drinks for their classmates. Hermione ducks her head at him, thanking him from a distance, and turns away. She looks for someone to sit next to, her glance momentarily stopping over the two people she can’t get out of her mind ever since she came back for her eighth year.
Theodore Nott’s perching himself on Draco Malfoy’s lap, his arm slung around the latter’s neck, and he’s whispering in Draco’s ear. She can see Draco’s hand disappear under Theo’s shirt, his signet ring glinting in the light of the fire before it disappears, and she feels her face redden with the thoughts of what Theo’s been saying to him. A moment later, she’s still watching them, and Theo pulls away from his partner, his eyes darting up to meet hers. Hermione swallows and holds his stare for more than a heartbeat, then brings herself to look away.
She finally finds an empty seat near the fire, but it’s unfortunately right across from the pair of lovers that almost never leave her thoughts. She continues slowly sipping on her drink, feeling the effects of the alcohol.
Music plays off from a distance, and the woman slowly leans her body back and forth to the beat and tries to keep her eyes from looking across the dancing flames at the two Slytherin men across from her. Losing her battle, she looks up at them, her eyes meeting Draco’s this time, and he sits up a little taller, pulls Theo closer, and gives her a wink. Ah fuck, she whispers internally. With the movement, Theo looks back up and stares right at her, a grin on his face. Now I have both of their attention. She wants their attention, and she silently admits it to herself.
She can feel the heat on her face as well as the heat deeper in her core. She shivers with thoughts of them and angles herself closer to the fire to keep warm, thinking that her charm must be wearing off. Hermione looks away from them and decides she’s not going to look in their direction again. She downs the rest of her drink and sets her cup down in the snow next to her seat. She rubs her hands together, wishing she had brought a pair of mittens, just as she feels a warmth wash over her—the feeling of a new warming charm—and it feels warm and comforting. She smiles to herself, wondering if it’s one of her friends, but looks around the group of eighth-years around the fire, and the only ones that are paying her any attention are Draco and Theo. She brushes off the idea that it was either of them, considering how it felt.
She shakes her head, trying to rid herself of her lustful thoughts clouding her brain, and pushes herself up from her seat, deciding to go get another drink from Seamus. She stumbles a little bit, realizing she’s a little tipsier than expected. I don’t need more firewhiskey, that’s for sure. She tells herself this silently, but starts to make her way towards her fellow Gryffindor anyway. On her small trek, she gets a little distracted, instead turning away from the group of eighth years and slowly stumbles further into the forest. Hermione can hear the music start to quieten as she gets further away. She stops for a moment, leaning up against a nearby tree as she watches a deer and its fawn in the distance, padding through the light ground covering of snow.
“Hermione?” She hears it in the distance, and she turns partway, surprised by the deep but familiar voice.
“Theo?” Hermione asks after a moment, squinting in the darkness. She turns fully, staring at the two figures as her vision adjusts. They’re making their way closer, and she stifles a giggle. “Gods, I must have had too much firewhiskey if I’m thinking you two are coming after me.”
She hears one of them let out a snicker then clear their throat, and she thinks it's Draco but shrugs off the idea, distracted by Theo’s answer.
“Oh, believe us. We definitely weren’t going to let you wander out here alone in your state.” Theo replies to her. She blushes deeply and wraps her arms around herself, shivering again.
“I’m fine,” she says to them, just as they get close enough for her to see their features. Draco seems to be holding back a smile, and Theo watches her worriedly. “I just wanted to get away from everyone.”
“Hermione, you shouldn’t be off on your own.” Theo says this with an almost chiding tone in his voice. “You could have fallen and gotten hurt, and no one would know where you were.”
It slips out before she can stop it. “With the way you two were staring, you would have noticed eventually.” She gasps quietly and brings up a hand to cover her mouth, impossibly feeling her cheeks get even hotter.
“You noticed?” Draco is quiet and curious.
“I’ve been noticing it all term.” She tells him, matter of fact.
“We noticed you staring too, darling. But you’ve never so much as said hello to us.” Theo says this after a moment of silence.
“Me? Why would I say hello? You two are together, and it is very obvious to anyone who pays you guys any attention. Even if you were single, you wouldn’t want me of all people.”
Draco laughs fully this time. “Why wouldn’t we want you, Granger? You’re perfect. To us, especially.”
Her eyes dart up to him, her mouth dropping open in a small ‘o’ shape. “What do you mean?”
He just shakes his head and holds up a small vial of green-ish liquid. He changes the subject for a moment: "Sober-up, if you want it.” She stares at him for a moment, her eyes meeting his, and thinks that he looks earnest; however, she’s too distracted with how his hair is brushed messily to the side and the steely grey of his eyes to take the potion. Almost as if he can read her mind, he clears his throat again and smiles at her, holding it up higher and breaking her focus on him.
She reaches out to grab the vial, unstoppering it. Hermione smells it before swigging it back, almost certain it’s the potion he claimed it was. As she’s sobering up, she watches the pair of men before her. Theo wraps his arm around Draco’s waist and leans over to whisper something in his ear. She almost hears something like “told you so” but isn’t quite sober enough to make the connection that they may be talking about her. A full minute or two later, she’s fully sober and cold. Just as she goes to reach for her wand, she feels the telltale sign of another warming charm brush over her, feeling the same as the one earlier. Draco’s pocketing his wand as she looks up, and she meets his eyes again. He just raises a single pale-white brow at her.
“You?” She asks breathily. He shrugs at her, a good response as any.
Theo pinches Draco’s side, and the latter gently squirms away from his fingers and closer to Theo as a whole. “Yes, it was us who've been replenishing your charms all night. You’re very forgetful when drunk.”
Hermione gapes at the pair of them and says, "But it feels so... gentle. Familiar. Comforting.” She stumbles over the words ineloquently, wondering if she’s still half-tipsy. The pair of men side-eye each other, a soft smile playing on both their faces.
“Comforting, Granger?” He gives her a direct smile this time, and she notes that it’s scarily attractive on him.
She ignores the question and stares at the both of them. “Perfect?” She asks again, more sober than she was before.
“We want you.” Theo supplies simply, and Draco nods beside him in agreement.
“We want to give you the best time of your life and hope that maybe you’ll give us a chance afterward. But if you don’t want us, we’ll leave you go, but we won’t stop fighting for you.” Draco adds to what Theo has said.
“Oh.” It’s the only word that comes to mind. Suddenly flashes of the two of them fucking her go through her mind, and she can feel her face heat up further.
Draco laughs quietly, nudging Theo gently. “She’s thinking about it.” He murmurs, flashing her another grin.
“The two of you want me?” She finally asks, the words coming out before she can think of another way to say them. It wasn’t that she was self-conscious; it’s just that she was bookish. Most men didn’t think of her that way, especially not bad boys like Draco Malfoy and Theo Nott. She shakes her head, and another flash of them taking her right where she stands flits through her mind.
“If you’ll let us,” Draco’s voice lowers, and it’s like he’s answered her unasked question. When she looks up at his face, his pupils are blown wide with desire.
“And we would definitely love it if you let us. Maybe here, maybe now.” Theo adds cheekily, winking at her as he does so.
Her head is nodding before she has a chance to think about it. She’s been attracted to the pair of them for at least half a year now, since before she came back to Hogwarts this year, and Draco and Theo have separately been giving her heated looks all term; she just didn’t want to come between them. “Fine.” She tells the pair.
The words have barely left her mouth when Draco steps closer to her and out of Theo’s arms, wrapping his own around her. Before she can let out a sound of surprise, Draco’s lips cover her own as he slides his hands up under her sweater, pressing her closer to him. She makes a small sound, but Draco drinks it up, and Theo groans behind them. His tongue darts out to slip into her mouth, and she tangles up with her own. His fingers against her bare skin are cool and confident, and dragging his nails against one side with the other holds her to him tightly.
Before she can stop herself, she lets out a quiet moan and rolls her hips into Draco’s. With that, he growls softly, grabs her hips in both hands, and lifts her up fully. She wraps her legs around his torso and her arms around his neck. She doesn’t hear him come closer, but she can feel another set of cool, wandering hands and a new set of lips on her neck. She tilts her head to the side, giving him full access while still kissing Draco. They’re moving slowly and backwards, and she feels her back up against a nearby tree. Draco pulls away slightly, while Theo trails a line of kisses from her neck. He uses his free hand to turn her head towards him, and then he presses his lips against hers. Where Draco is fire and power, Theo is soft and sweet. The two men contrast perfectly, giving her exactly what she needs.
She feels a wandering hand go beneath her skirt, pressing her panties aside. The fingers are sure and strong, and she’s almost certain it’s Draco. He rubs her clit gently, and she squirms against him and the tree, letting out another small moan, this one louder. Theo pulls away just as she opens her eyes and gives her a wicked grin. “Quiet, darling. We don’t want any of your friends to come looking for you, do we?”
Hermione’s breathing is heavy, but she shakes her head. Her cheeks are still flushed, this time out of desire rather than embarrassment. She turns her head slightly to look at Draco, and he’s watching her intensely, just as he goes to insert a finger. She gasps quietly, looks back at Theo, and lets out a whine of pleasure. “Oh fuck,” she manages before Theo kisses her again. Draco’s slowly pressing a single finger in and out of her while his left hand kneads her hip gently. Both of them are supporting her against the tree, making sure she’s not going to fall. Theo’s tentative, so she takes the initiative and brushes his lower lip with her tongue. He opens his mouth enough for her tongue to slip through, and then she’s exploring his mouth. She moans again as Draco finally enters a second finger, but she feels him stutter for a second. She goes to pull away to look at him, but Theo chases her, not letting their lips break contact.
Draco lets out a deep groan, and she opens her eyes just enough to look over at him. His eyes are shut, but his fingers keep moving in her, so she looks down and moans again as she sees Theo’s free hand rubbing up and down Draco’s dick. Just as she moans, Draco’s fingers curl inside her, and her head drops back against the tree, inadvertently pulling away from Theo. Undeterred, he kisses her neck again, suckling the skin gently.
Draco’s fingers stop for a second, and she pouts, lifting her head to look at him. “Just hold on a second, sweet girl. You’re going to like this.” She nods, breathing heavily, and squeals as Theo bites her. A moment later, Draco’s fingers start moving again, this time slower. She lets out a breathless sigh, which turns into yet another squeal as she feels something cold and hard up against her clit.
"Ah, fuck, what is that?” She asks breathily, clenching around his fingers and squirming again from the feeling of him filling her with his fingers as well as the new, cool sensation on her clit.
Draco leans forward to whisper in her ear, nipping it gently. “The Malfoy signet ring.” She groans when Draco tells her, and she shudders against the pair of them. Draco lets out a low moan as Theo runs his thumb over the tip of his cock. Draco’s fingers speed up a little, pressing into her harder, and he rubs his signet ring across her clit in circular motions. She pulls Theo back to her and kisses him harder. She wants to make him feel good too, but she has so much going on that she’s not sure what she can do, so instead she puts her attention into feeling good and battling his tongue for dominance. He lets her win just as Draco adds a third finger to his ministrations. She moans loudly, this time into Theo’s mouth, and she can feel him smile against her.
“Cum for me, sweet girl.” She can hear Draco demand, but his voice sounds further away than anticipated, and that’s when she realizes she’s almost gone. Him calling her sweet girl and pressing his signet ring a little harder against her clit is enough for her, and she shakes and shudders, gasping into Theo’s mouth as she cums. A few moments later, she can feel Draco’s fingers stop moving and hear him moan, just as she feels a hot stream of cum against her legs.
She slumps, pulling away from Theo, and he pulls her away from Draco. “Wow,” she murmurs, still seeing stars from her orgasm. She can feel Theo chuckle against her. When she looks up, his face is flushed and his eyes are bright, and as she turns her head to look at Draco, he’s buttoning himself up, but he uses the tree to stabilize himself.
“Is it your turn?” She asks Theo, who only shakes his head.
“Next time, darling. This was about you and Draco. I had my fill, I promise.” He uses a cleaning charm on her and presses a kiss on her forehead when he sets her down. A warmth fills her heart at the softness he’s showing her, and she turns to Draco to kiss his cheek.
“Thank you,” she tells him, before turning to Theo. “Thank you as well. You both were... and are... wow.” They both laugh in response before Theo wraps them all up in a hug.
“We want more; we want everything you’ll give us. We mean it.” Draco tells her sincerely.
"Well, maybe we can see where this goes.” She smiles up at both of them, excited to see how the rest of the year plays out.