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All the healers and mediwitches she went to told her it was most likely that she couldn't have children due to the curse she'd been hit with in fifth year. Hermione always knew Dolohov was a right prick for sending the deadly curse at her, but thankfully she had silenced him before he let it slip off his wand. Snape and Madam Pomfrey said had he not been silenced, she would have been dead, for sure.
Yet, she really didn't believe the healers and mediwitches in this case, regardless of how many tests they ran or diagnostics they saw. Sure, her menstrual cycles had been excruciatingly difficult since then and so very heavy, but it was because she could menstruate that she felt she could carry at least one child to full term.
She wanted at least one child.
Before her engagement to the Slytherin Prince and his Cohort of Chaos was confirmed, she was achingly honest with them regarding everything about herself. She did not want to get their hopes up to have children and then not be able to provide. Of course she wanted to marry them both, but she also knew she wouldn't want to share either one of them with another witch, if it came down to needing an heir. She may be willing to have a surrogate. It’s something they could think about.
“My love,” Theo wrapped his arms around her and sat her on his lap. “I don't care to continue my line to be honest. If I can end the Nott line here, that's perfectly fine with me.”
She shook her head as more tears streaked down her cheeks. “No, Theo. You are better than your father, and continuing your line to prove you're better is exactly what you need to do.”
“Then I only want to do so with you,” he whispered. He cupped her cheeks and swiped the tears with his thumb. “But even if you're not able, that's okay too. You're the only witch I want.”
His blue eyes swam with unshed tears as he looked back and forth into her lovely coffee brown irises.
“Having a child is great, but the best part of marrying you is having you beside me– beside us for the rest of my life. That is why I want to marry you.”
She huffed a laugh as she put her forehead on his. Keeping the connection, she looked to her left where Draco was sitting.
“Draco, I know you and Theo are a package deal. Will the possibility of my not being able to produce an heir for you be a deal-breaker?”
Draco looked at her with such love, then flicked his eyes to Theo.
She wasn't kidding that they were a package deal. Back in Hogwarts, they were nearly inseparable during eighth year. He and Theo were mandated to go to Hogwarts for an “eighth year” since their previous year had gone to hell in a handbasket due to Ole Voldy and the Carrows. They, along with the other children of any follower of Voldemort, were required to see mind healers twice a month as well as get no lower than an Adequate in their classes.
Theo and Draco, as well as Hermione, always fought for the top spot in grades; all three graduating with Outstanding grades in each of their eight N.E.W.T.’s. Hermione beat the two young men by one point in each of their subjects due to a quidditch mishap which took out both Draco and Theo for three days. They made up the work, but couldn't get the extra credit that Hermione did.
Anyway, she fought them only in grades, but fought for them in every other aspect, finally concluding they were much better as friends than enemies. She had always thought the young men were just too close to be just friends, and she carefully confronted them one day in the library in their favorite corner. No accusations; no judgement; just simple curiosity.
That curiosity led them to tell her they were not gay. They were bi-sexual, and the only witch they both wanted was her. Because her big brain had to know and understand all the intricacies, she asked how that would work.
“We don't know, Granger,” Draco finally answered her with a shrug, “but if you're willing to find out, so are we. We are a package deal. You get two for the price of one. More than a fair deal, if I do say so myself.” His smile was dashing, and his eyes glinted with mischief.
Now that the question of marriage had come up and she had been totally honest with them, she realized she was holding her breath waiting on Draco's answer.
Would he be okay with not having children?
Draco dropped his eyes from Theo and pulled her off his lover’s lap. He situated her legs on either side of him, chest to chest, putting her core right over his groin where she could feel his growing erection. He pushed and pulled her hips back and forth, and ground her on himself. Her sobs of arousal and little hiccups to catch her breath, along with her quiet whimperings nearly made her forget her question.
Nearly.
“Draco,” she bit back another sob. If she let it go, she wouldn't be able to hold back the floodgates of her tears any longer.
“Oh, Granger, what are we going to do with you? When are you going to learn that we're not asking you to marry us for some offspring. We're asking you to marry us so we know you're off the market permanently.”
She jerked her head up and stared at his grey eyes intensely. He couldn't hold the droll look anymore and threw his head back and laughed, snaking his arms around her middle. Pulling her into him, he continued to laugh.
She smacked him on the chest as best she could. “Prat.”
She told them of her own self-diagnosis of how a pregnancy could be possible, and she of course took care of her health so that a pregnancy could have a chance, but she felt she had to tell them it may also be unlikely.
“Baby,” Draco cooed into her ear, “we love you no matter what. Sprogs or not, we just want you.”
So, with that, three months later, Hermione Granger married Draco Malfoy and Theodore Nott in a beautiful bonding ceremony in the hour before twilight of Beltane.
All their friends and family were there to witness their bond, as well as celebrate afterwards in a large tent filled with music, drinks, and laughter, celebrating their marriage, as well as Beltane.
Just after dark, Theo whisked his wife and husband away to a secluded glade hidden by a copse of trees near their wedding party. Everyone in the tent saw them go, and apart from the wolf-whistle from Blaise, and a “You go, girl!” from Ginny, no one said a word.
Theo had already set up privacy wards and faint fairy lights in the clearing so no one could interrupt the three as they consummated their marriage. He wasn't taking any chances.
Theo had Hermione by the hand, who had Draco trailing after. Once they had all stepped into the privacy of the wards, Theo stopped and faced his new bride and groom.
“We aren't new to our threesome, but it is different tonight. At least to me it feels different. I just want you both to know that I love you both so much. I cannot wait to spend the rest of my life with you.”
Uncharacteristically, Draco started to tear up, which made Hermione start to cry, which made Theo start blubbering, sending him to his knees in front of Hermione. He was such a sensitive wizard.
“God's, Theo,” Hermione huffed a laugh as she wiped tears from her cheeks. “Why do you have to be so damn dramatic? You're nearly worse than Draco!”
“Oi!” came the blond’s outcry. “I resemble that remark!”
That sent a flurry of laughter bubbling out of Hermione, which set Theo off too.
“Okay, okay,” Theo threw his hands up in surrender. “I'm dramatic. I learned from the best.” With this, he gave a pointed stare at his husband. “Now, help me up, will you? I have something to show you.”
Both Hermione and Draco helped him to his feet. He pulled them into a fierce hug, kissing their temples before letting go. He stepped between them, turned, then took their hands, one on each side. Even holding one of his spouse’s hands, he waved his wand in many intricate patterns and mumbled several incantations that opened a ward to allow Draco and Hermione to see what was actually in the clearing.
Theo’s smile was large and excited as he led them to a little cottage set back in the trees.
“This was a bear to build without your knowledge. Well, actually, it was easy to build. I had the house elves help where they could, but it was a bear to keep it a secret from you both. Several times I nearly let it slip.”
Both Draco and Hermione chuckled.
“You're not as stealthy as you think, love,” Draco gently berated, squeezing his husband's hand.
“Wha– what do you mean? I didn't tell a soul! And I asked the house elves to keep it a secret.” His face started to turn red. “Did one of them slip up? It was Tippy, wasn't it? Why I oughta…”
Draco cocked his head to look around Theo and looked at Hermione. “Do you want to tell him, or should I?”
“Oh no, I want you to do it,” she chuckled.
Nodding, Draco straightened to look back at his husband, but waited to say anything.
“Are you going to fucking make me beg, Husband?” Theo nearly yelled, throwing his arms up, taking Hermione’s and Draco’s hand as well.
“Fine! I'll beg. Please tell me what the fuck you two are on about? How did you know about this?!”
“Well, we're honest when we admit we didn't know exactly what you were building, only that you were making something for us.” Draco looked to Hermione, who looked back and nodded.
“Go ahead, Darling,” she encouraged, closing their circle and wrapping her arm around Draco’s arm.
“Theo, love,” Draco continued, “short story is: you talk in your sleep. Especially after a rather amorous time we've all enjoyed,” he lightly laughed. “Your tongue is loosened–”
“I blame her,” Theo interrupted, pointing his chin to Hermione. “She makes me do so many tongue exercises on her beautiful quim, that it's no wonder my tongue is loose.”
The look on his face was deadpanned, but his cheekiness still showed through. Afraid his new wife may smack him, he took two steps back away from her and smirked.
“Cheeky bastard,” she muttered through clenched teeth, trying, but not quite succeeding to hide her mirth.
“Guilty as charged,” he smiled his most devilish smile at her before looking back to Draco. “So, what did I say?”
“Stuff like, ‘Help me get this up,’ and ‘I can handle this part if you make the thatching’. ‘Thatching’ Theo? What time period do we live in again?” Draco teased as he looked toward the roof of the cottage.
“Shut it,” Theo grumbled. Looking at Hermione, he asked, “Did you hear anything, love?”
“I did,” she nodded. “More than Draco, I think. It's no secret you two drain me after sex,”
“More like fill you up,” Draco cut in slyly with a wiggle of his brows.
“Yes, well, whichever you prefer, I don't immediately fall asleep after, so I got more to listen to.”
“Such as…” they prompted together.
“Such as, ‘That wall will be perfect for her books’ and ‘he may want to spend all day brewing in here’.” She put a hand on her cocked hip and asked, “Just what are you keeping from us, Husband?” Her eyes were alight with joy and love as she looked at Theo.
“Ugh, fine,” Theo growled with exasperation. His shoulders slumped in dramatic defeat and finally led them 20 feet from the front door of the cottage. “Ta da,” he said, unenthusiastically sweeping his arm out to the sweet-looking cottage.
Hermione turned him to her. “No, Theo. This is your joy. This is your present to us. Like Draco said, we knew nothing of this specifically, so treat it as what it's meant to be. Please?”
He looked at her for a long while. Her loving gaze back at him never wavered, just silently kept encouraging him to introduce it how he'd always planned.
“Can I obliviate you two of the past two minutes?” Theo joked. “I want to start over.”
A quick storm passed over Hermione's face before he backtracked. Backing up a step and holding his hands out to thwart any possible incoming hexes from his wife, he laughed as he said, “All right, all right. ‘Nuff said. Sheesh witch, I was only–”
“If you finish that sentence, she may hex you into next week and charm your bollocks off for good measure,” Draco insisted.
Theo instinctively cupped his hands over said bollocks as Hermione incredulously snapped her head in his direction. “How can you say that?! His bollocks are the best part of him!”
“Ah, tis true, Wife, tis true. Maybe we should–”
“Oi! There will be no hexing of any body part upon my person!” Theo claimed.
Hermione and Draco’s laughter thundered across the glade.
“Then on with it Husband!” Draco wheezed out another laugh.
Theo huffed. “Ugh, fine!” he said a second time. “I was GOING to say, that though we have a perfectly fine manor in which to spend the rest of our blissful married life, there may come a day when we need just a day to ourselves. I was hoping this cottage could be the place just for that.”
He turned to Hermione, and lightly placed his hands on her upper arms. “My darling Wife, I have procured some ancient muggle and magical tomes for you, as well as fiction and non-fiction books. Many are first editions of both worlds.” He delighted at the sight of her eyes lighting up at the prospect. “They’ve all been spelled with protection and preservation spells, so there’s no worry of hand oils, tears, tears, tea, coffee, crumbs, et cetera ruining the pages. There are many cozy reading places hiding about the house – except for the bedroom.”
“What? Why?” she inquired, obviously a little put out there was still a room in which she could not read her new books.
“Because all I ask is that be the one spot in this wee home that we keep out anything to keep us from each other,” Theo explained. His gaze was hopeful.
“Oh,” drawing understanding. “O-of course, my love. I will work hard to fulfill that request.”
Theo cupped her chin and drew her into his chest. “Thank you, Darling,” then kissed her deeply. His hands reached down and cupped her arse and pulled her up to straddle his torso. She clung to him as they kissed.
Draco watched his husband and wife with fascination, his cock growing heavy with lust. He held back from fisting or stroking his cock, though, wanting either of them to do it for him.
Theo reached out to him and drew him closer to stand behind Hermione.
Hermione noticed the air around them was thick with the fragrance of jasmine, bitterroot, angelica, false unicorn, chasteberry, orchids, peonies, and amaryllis – all charmed to flourish year round in this magical place. Even through the dark, Hermione could see fruit trees of apples, oranges, and bananas littered around the copse. Strawberry and raspberry vines grew right outside the quaint windows.
Quickly taking in the abundance of greenery and the flowers through the faint moonlight, Hermione instantly recognized Theo’s attempts at subtlety and chuckled to herself, giving her husband an appreciative grind of her hips.
Sandwiched as she was between her two spouses, she felt their love through every fiber of her being. Theo laved light kisses on her face as Draco stood behind her and suckled marks upon her neck and shoulder. She leaned back into Draco as he brought his hands around her front to cup her breasts.
In a moment of clarity, as well as desperation to finally get inside the cottage with her husbands, she asked, “Theo, you’ve given me so much. Tell me, what have you done for our dear husband?”
She looked over her shoulder to see Draco’s face blush faintly.
“God’s witch,” Draco murmured into her skin. “I have been waiting ages to hear you call me husband.”
“Ages?” she whispered.
“Ages,” he confirmed with a growl, kneading her breasts and squeezing them together.
Theo looked down and saw the mouth-watering cleavage Draco had made, causing him to moan with desire.
“Right,” came Theo’s own moment of clarity a moment later. “For our dear husband, Wife, I have made a state-of-the-art potions lab with a pantry of triple the amount of stable ingredients, with an order of rare ingredients that cannot be stored long-term on retainer as needed. Longbottom is my primary source for all things plants if we don’t already have it, and rare, controversial, or other ingredients will come from Blaise.”
“Wow,” Draco muttered, clearly at a loss for words.
“And what, pray tell, can we do for you, my love?” Hermione inquired as she reached up to cup Theo’s face.
“I– I don’t know,” Theo stuttered, leaning into her touch. “I am quite content with just having you two finally permanent in my life. A man shouldn’t be too greedy, you know.”
Draco looked at Hermione and winked, sending her heart a flutter and her stomach in swoops. “We’ll find something, won’t we love?” he asked.
“Oh, yes,” she agreed, a twinkle in her eye.
Even in the moonlight, Hermione could see Theo’s pupils blown wide. He pleaded with his new spouses, “Can we please go inside? I want to hear Hermione moan, whimper, and scream those ‘oh yes’s’ all night long.”
Her face flushed a gorgeous crimson, but she couldn’t deny she wanted the same thing.
She was still sandwiched between them, and though Draco attempted to let her go, Theo’s hands grasped his to keep him close. They walked the short twenty feet or so a bit awkwardly, but Theo was obviously set on both husbands carrying her over the threshold. They all shared a kiss before she was finally carefully set back down on her feet.
“Draco, Hermione, meet the cottage,” Theo said quickly, sweeping his hand in a wide gesture. He then pointed out the obvious things: “Here’s the kitchen and the sitting room. Loo’s to the left, potions lab to the right, and the library is two doors down on the left. The best part?” he grinned ferociously, “follow me…”
He walked backwards down the short hallway to the last door on the right. “This is where we’ll be all night: where the magic happens.”
Hermione giggled, and Draco smirked.
Theo turned the handle and opened the heavy oaken doors to a large lavish bedroom.
“This is bigger than mine in the Manor, love,” Draco said in awe.
“We can fix that, if you like, Husband,” Theo quipped with a wink.
Hermione stood in awe. The huge four poster could easily sleep four, maybe five people, and was covered in light blue Egyptian cotton sheets. The duvet was a powder blue and cream chevron, matching the colors of the curtains and throw pillows.
Suddenly, she found herself being picked up by Draco, flung over his shoulder for the three strides it took for him to get to the bed, then unceremoniously dropped her into the middle of the bed; both of her husbands quickly pouncing on the bed like a trampoline, making her fly into the air several inches. Her squeal of laughter and their excited guffaws were quickly replaced with moans and whimpers and sighs of ‘finally’ between the three.
Hands were everywhere. Kisses were placed on whatever body part lips could find. No one person was getting more attention than any other. They loved each other equally.
Their wedding night was full of wedded bliss.
Three months later, Hermione was sat in the library in Malfoy Manor reading the latest updated Hogwarts: A History. Suddenly, she snapped the book shut with more force than was necessary (and probably would have snapped at the person if she’d have seen someone else do it).
She conjured her patronus, baffled to see it had changed from her sweet, loving otter, to a large, menacing Bengal Tiger.
Seems about right, though,
she thought,
since otters are monogamous, and Bengal tigers aren’t. ANYway...
she said to herself…
“Send this to the boys,” she said. “Draco, Theo! Not an emergency, but I need you in the manor’s library, quickly!”
Her tiger bounded away in great strides and slipped through the doors of the library. All she had to do was wait.
“Tippy?” she called. The freed house elf appeared immediately and curtsied.
“What can Tippy do for Mistress?” came the bright voice of Hermione’s beloved friend.
“Would you please bring tea and biscuits? I’d prefer ginger tea with lemon today.”
“Right away, Madam,” Tippy bowed. “Tippy will be having tea served shortly.”
“Thank you, Tippy. You’re so kind,” Hermione cooed.
One shout and one nearly-girlish scream came from somewhere in the mansion, practically at the same time. She heard them both from the library, and Hermione giggled to herself.
That was the tiger. Her smile nearly split her face as she imagined how it must have scared her husbands to find a tiger yell at them instead of her beloved otter. She was going to miss that otter. She would have to research if she could change her patronus at will. She’d like to still have her otter, but use the tiger only for her boys.
She heard two sets of pounding footsteps outside the library before the doors flung open.
“Dove!” “Hermione!” she heard at the same time. “What’s wrong?” they echoed each other.
“Didn’t I say it wasn’t an emergency?” she sighed.
“Bloody hell, witch,” Theo rubbed his face. “When a Bengal tiger appears at your desk and yells at you in the voice of your wife to get your arse to the library, that’s pretty much all you focus on!”
“I agree,” Draco said, leaning over with his hand to his chest and panting, trying to catch his breath as well.
“Ugh, you two… Although, I do apologize for the tiger. I didn’t realize my patronus had changed.” Her lips quirked up in a devilish smile. “I just thought you’d like to hear my epiphany that I’d had whilst reading Hogwarts: A History.”
Draco chuckled, “What, that you think the real Moody should be given credit for teaching us in our fourth year?”
“Now that you’ve mentioned it…” she said; her mind trailing off on that tangent. She waived it away, quickly. “No, wait, something better. Something you’ll never think of. Guess again.” Her smile was infectious as she looked at them.
Draco tried several other scenarios before Theo muttered under his breath towards his husband, but just loud enough for her to hear. “Just give in, mate. Let her have this.”
Draco looked at his husband with an open mouth. “Mate? Mate? Since when do you call me mate?”
“Ugh, give off,” Theo teased, shrugging Draco’s shoulder with his own. “You know what I meant. Besides, you are my mate, are you not? Not just the friendly type of mate, but my mate mate.”
“Stop. I’m getting a headache,” Draco whinged and held his temple.
“So, you don’t want to hear my epiphany?” Hermione asked.
“Yes, Dove,” Theo lowered his voice to the growl he knew she loved. “Please tell us what is so special about the book.”
“Oh, I never said it was about the book. I just said I had it whilst reading the book. Quite a difference.”
“Head. Ache,” Draco whinged even more, pointing to his temple.
“You, here,” Hermione motioned for him to sit in front of her on the floor so she could rub his temples. “You, here,” she motioned Theo to sit beside her. A moment later, she dropped the bomb:
“I want to see if I can get pregnant.”
The men froze, then sprang into action at the same time. Draco turned to kneel at her knees so quickly, he bumped the coffee table with his feet. Theo nearly levitated as he turned to sit with his legs crossed on the sofa.
“You’re…” Draco started.
“Sure?” Theo finished.
She nodded firmly in the positive. “I really am sure. I’ve been tracking my cycle ever since Beltane, and I’ve been quite studious in eating all the fertility things you’ve purposefully planted in our garden, Theo.” She tapped his knee in lovingkindness.
She looked at his reddening face and cupped his cheek.
“I knew from our wedding night why you’d planted all those things.”
“But you never said…” Theo whispered.
“No, I never did, because I didn’t want to get our hopes up. But I’ve been studying and researching–”
“Of course you have,” Draco interrupted with a smile.
Hermione laughed as she looked at him, “Can you blame me? Anyway, I think our bond on Beltane has done something wonderful to me, and I’d like to see if we,” she circled her finger to include all three of them, “can get pregnant. Is that… Is that something you’d like to explore, even so soon after we’ve gotten married?”
“Explore?!” Theo bellowed. “Baby– Hermione, I’ve been exploring wanting a baby with you ever since you said you weren’t sure if you even could! I wanted to give you that option if you ever wanted it. Besides, you know those herbs and fruits aren’t there just for fertility, right?” he reminded her.
Her melodic laugh sent shivers up the spines of both men.
Draco, ever the pragmatic one, spoke up. “Love, we want what you want. If you want a baby, we will do all we can to give it to you. We just don’t want you to get…” he left off. He couldn’t even speak of what could be the downside of the ‘what if’ scenario.
“Draco, my darling husband, I’ve been researching for three months. Honestly for longer, but definitely ever since Beltane, because I feel different. Our wedding – our bond – made me different I believe, and I positively think it’s 99.99% possible. I know you’re being practical, and I love that about you. But will you trust me? Trust me to know my own body a little bit better than you think you know it?” Her smile was warm and inviting, letting him know that she didn’t think him insensitive for being practical.
“I will trust you, my love. I trust you with my whole heart.”
A loud clap sounded beside them, making Hermione and Draco jump. Theo.
“Can we start?”
“Start?” Hermione asked casually, fully knowing what her amorous husband meant.
“Can. We. Start. Fu–”
POP
Tippy chose that moment to serve tea, making Hermione and Draco howl in laughter at the interruption. Theo’s face turned a beet red, but his eyes still asked the question.
“Have a tea and biscuit, love. We’ll start after dinner,” came her nonchalant reply to her rather randy husband.
Theo huffed and puffed as he moved to situate himself for tea, and muttered something like, “I want to start now.”
Draco eyed her; a smirk evident on his face. “You sure you want a baby Hermione, when we already have a toddler?”
“Shut up, Draco,” Theo groused. “My dick’s not going down for tea service, and I don’t think I can wait for after dinner.”
“I can take care of that for you,” Draco winked at his husband as he looked at Theo’s crotch.
Tippy took the moment to look at Hermione and rolled her eyes before popping out of the room. Hermione just giggled.
Theo sat up, at once interested, then deflated the next moment. “Yeah, but what if I lose all my swimmers? They’ll all be down your throat–”
“Or up my arse,”
“Or up your arse,” he echoed, “and I won’t have any for Hermione.”
Hermione laughed at him. “You don’t understand your own biology do you, Theo?”
“I do,” he huffed again, crossing his arms indignantly over his chest. “You spaff once, and all your boys get sent out. Spaff a second or third time, there’s not as many.” Theo sat up tall as if he knew exactly what he was saying. Because he believed it, and that was that.
“Do you trust me and my research?” she asked, placing a soft hand over his thigh.
“Of course, Hermione.” Theo’s eyes softened as he took her in. Her eyes were still playful, but also serious.
“Okay. My research from the muggle texts says when a second ejaculation was collected within 1 to 3 hours of the first ejaculation, the second ejaculation of men showed a significant enhancement in terms of total motility sperm count.”
Both men colored at the use of the word ‘ejaculation,’ and she caught it. Teasing them, she queried, “You two can say ‘spaff,’ ‘come,’ ‘jizz,’ and all sorts of other things for what comes out of your cock, but the term ‘ejaculate’ or ‘ejaculation’ is what embarrasses you?”
“Well, I mean–” Draco started.
“It’s just–” Theo finished.
“Too scientific?” They nodded. She laughed. “You two are hilarious. I will make sure our children will know the correct terms for body parts and all the things they produce. You two, no doubt, will teach them all the slang,” she rolled her eyes and shook her head in disbelief.
“Children? As in, more than one?” The color drained from Theo’s face. Draco and Hermione keeled over laughing. “What?!” Theo asked. “What do you know that I don’t?”
Draco wheezed as he tried to catch his breath. Hermione was fanning her face with one hand trying to dry the tears that had escaped from laughing so hard, and held up an index finger with the other to hold off any more inquiries from her sweet husband. Theo’s shoulders dropped, his face downcast.
“Awe, Honey,” she cooed, wiping her eyes. “We are not making fun of you, I promise. We are laughing a little at your expense though, and I’m sorry.” She giggled again, then having a thought, straightened to sober and looked away from them.
Continuing in his mirth, and unaware of his wife's mood change, Draco continued. “It’s just your frightened face at the thought of having more than one child was hilarious,” Draco snickered. “Trust me, it would surprise me too, but I’m sure Hermione was just hypothesizing, right, love?” His smile quickly faded as he looked at her.
Hermione nodded, a far-off look on her face. “I’m not even sure if I can have more than one.” She paused. “Oh, Merlin,” her hands flew to cover her mouth. “I didn’t even think…”
Draco could see the beginning of a panic attack coming on, and he quickly set down his teacup. “Love. Love, come here. Talk to us. Tell us what that big brain is thinking. Breathe, Hermione. Breathe, love.”
“In for three, out for four,” Theo encouraged, a gentle hand rubbing her back. Looking at Draco, he asked with brows raised for Draco to follow his voice so Hermione could follow Draco. “Good girl. Now, in for four, three, two, and hold it… four, three, two, one, and gently out. Once more. In two, three, four, five, six. Hold it seven, six, five, four, three, almost–two, one. Out for five, four, three, two, that’s it, Dove.”
“Good girl, Darling,” Draco praised, feeling Hermione’s heartbeat more or less back to normal through the pulse point on her wrist. “All better?”
With eyes closed, she took in a shuddering breath. “Yes. Thank you both.”
“Care to tell us what thought brought that on?”
Taking another deep breath, and eyes brimming with tears, she finally spoke.
“What if I can only have one?” she gulped. “That means that one of you won’t have your line continued. I’ll be… be devastated that I can’t– can’t give both of you–”
If her heaves of breath hadn’t stopped her word vomit, Draco surely would have. Cupping her face with both of his hands, thumbs drying her tears, he looked into her sorrowful eyes and stared. His shoulders rose and fell with his deep breaths, silently begging hers to follow. After a moment, he let go of her face as Theo gently picked up her small frame and placed her in his lap. The combined movements of her two husbands was like a well-oiled machine, and she greatly appreciated their love.
Theo’s hands slid over top his wife’s and he slid his fingers to intertwine with hers. “My darling wife, what you don’t know, is that Draco and I have already spoken of this many years ago.”
She twisted her head to look at him as her eyes grew wide when he revealed their secret.
“Yes, you heard correctly: years. You already know we both had been pining for you since fourth year, and once we came to the understanding that if you would have us – if you were to carry a child for us – we wouldn’t care which one was the actual father. Both of us would love him or her and raise him - or her - as our own. The child would have a loving mother and two doting fathers to spoil, er, I mean, coddle–”
“Same thing,” she murmured, sniffing back tears, but giving a half-hearted laugh.
“Whatever,” he shrugged. “All that to say that we don’t care which of us is the father, as long as you are the mother.”
Fresh tears streamed down her face. “I want to be a mum so badly.”
“Then what are we waiting for?” Theo replied.
“Cheeky,” she laughed wetly as she used the handkerchief Draco handed her.
Draco handed her tea to her. “Drink up, love. Then we’ll go out for dinner.”
“Out?” Theo whined. “I thought we were going to start a family tonight!”
“We will, you horny bastard!” Draco lovingly admonished, “but let’s let our wife at least start with some healthy food in her system.”
Theo rolled his eyes, but knew better than to say anything more on the subject.
“So, why a tiger?” The subject change was quite abrupt, but certainly welcomed.
Draco warmed to hear her laughter through her answer.
“Because they sleep around.”
A great dinner was exactly what Hermione needed. She was careful with her selection of food, and didn’t have any alcohol. The boys caught on, and after their one and only glass of firewhisky, they too only had water with no complaints.
At home, she was whisked away to their cottage by Draco, with Theo tagging along after a moment. Her questioning look after appearing in the glade made Draco answer.
“He’s letting the house elves know that we’ll be here for a couple days.”
“Days?!” she exclaimed. “It doesn’t take days to get me pregnant!”
“Yeah, maybe not,” he shrugged, “but we don’t know when it’ll happen, do we? Since this is the place we shared on Beltane, Theo and I thought we’d see if it would help, I dunno, speed up the process? I mean, it certainly can’t hurt, right? What with all the fertility stuff around.”
She chortled. “Did you know about the fertility plants? I mean, I know you didn’t know about the cottage until I did, but did you figure out what having all these specific plants were for?”
“It probably took me about five minutes after coming into the glade to figure out the specifics,” Draco answered. “I didn’t want to say anything then to possibly frighten you into thinking we wanted to impregnate you so soon after the wedding.”
“And if I had gotten pregnant so soon after the wedding?”
“We would be just as thrilled as we are now to be able to try to impregnate you.”
She wrinkled her nose and chuffed a laugh. “I’d have been terribly surprised, but not upset. I really want to give you both a family. I hope I can, though I don’t want it to be just one of you or the other. I want you both. If I have more than one child, but only one of you is the father of both…”
“Hermione, don’t start worrying again.” He gathered her in his arms. “Remember: Theo and I will love the child or children that you give us, regardless of the actual father. Let’s just hope he or she gets all your looks, then you won’t have to worry about whose it is!”
“Don’t joke about it, Draco!” she playfully slapped him as she leaned a little away from him.
At that moment, Theo apparated into the glade and saw her slap him. “I want in on the slapping!” he laughed.
“Your balls can slap mine after we’ve fucked Hermione into the mattress, how about that, love?” Draco asked.
“Fuck, yes!” Theo exclaimed. “What are we waiting for?”
Theo scooped Hermione up and flung her over his shoulder. A terrified “Eeeep! Theo!” escaped as he settled her across his broad shoulder, and she slapped his rump for good measure.
“Ooo, baby, do that again,” he laughed as he sashayed and wiggled his arse. “I’m all for a little slap-n-spaff.”
“No! That spaff is mine, Theodore Nott!” she shouted, swatting his bum again. “It belongs in… well, it’s mine.”
He gently set her down onto the over-large bed, and climbed over her; arms and legs caging her in. “Where does it belong, Hermione?”
“It’s mine,” she said breathlessly.
“I know that, love. It’s always been only yours. But where on your body does it belong?” Theo’s eyes were dark with lust and desire, and he wanted her to say it.
“Not on my body, per se,” she whispered.
“Then where?” he whispered back.
Draco had already cast a banishing spell on their clothes when he walked in the room, so all three were now naked; something Hermione hadn’t noticed until he joined her and Theo on the bed.
She looked to Draco for help, brows furrowing in question.
“Where do you want our come, Hermione?” Draco asked, continuing the conversation.
“In– inside me,” she stuttered, face flaming with heat.
Don’t they understand how pregnancy works?
“There are lots of places inside you we can come,” Theo warned. “Name the place you want us to come inside you.”
She could smell her arousal, and was sure they could smell it too. She was almost embarrassed. Almost. But here they were – her two husbands, openly showing her their hard cocks. Something she knew only she could do for them. Then she remembered these men only wanted her to be confident in herself as much as they were confident in her.
With eyes closed and a great intake of breath, she metaphorically put on her big-girl panties, looked Theo in the eye and rasped, “I want both your cocks in my cunt. I want both your spunk, come, jizz, spaff – whatever you want to call it – deep in there.” She looked at Draco next. “I want you both to fuck me six ways to Sunday, and seven to next Saturday. Fill up my pussy with all your love so we can all have a baby.”
Both Theo and Draco sat back on their haunches and were mirror images as they rubbed their faces with both hands and echoed a drawn-out, “Fuck me, Hermione.”
Now that she’d found her voice, she said with no hesitation, “No, Babes. You’re supposed to fuck me.”
Hermione felt, as well as heard the deep, dark chuckle that came from both of them.
“Theo,” Draco drawled, “did you hear the things that came out of the mouth of our witch?”
“I did, Draco. Did it do things to you too?”
“Fuck, it really did.”
Both men, though conversing with each other, never took their eyes off their wife. They watched as she squirmed under their stare and lay back on the bed. Her nipples pebbled and the smell of her arousal was intoxicating. Looking them in the eye, she began to touch her breasts; kneading them and pulling her nipples for some sort of relief; and maybe to finally get one of them to touch her.
Theo laid himself on her left side as Draco lay on her right. Theo’s mouth instantly pulled her into a kiss, latching onto her lips, pulling out his promised moans and whimpers, while Draco’s mouth travelled down her torso to her heated core. His tongue was quite tantalizing on and around her clit; drawing out the pretty little noises the men loved to hear.
Hermione arched her back and dug her head into the pillow to allow her body to get just the right position for Draco’s tongue.
He took his place between her legs, laying on his stomach, and licked her nether lips before delving into her folds. She squirmed a little too much for his task, so he held her hips down by wrapping his arms under her thighs and bringing his hands around to her mons. This also allowed him to open her beautiful cunt and swipe his tongue all over her clit. The small triangle of hair tickled his nose, yet still he dove in as if her quim was the only thing on earth that could keep him alive.
On and on Draco licked and sucked and laved her pussy; driving her mad with desire. Several times he nearly brought her to completion, but each time he backed off; edging her.
Meanwhile, Theo chased her lips, then kissed down her neck and collarbone, finally coming to suckle once again at her breast.
“Fuck, Hermione,” Theo hummed low, “I can’t wait to taste the milk you make for our child.” His hand caressed her belly as he said, “Can’t wait to see your belly round; swollen with our combined love. Can’t wait to bring you every whim you want as you grow our little one.”
Draco growled against Hermione's clit as he listened to his husband. “Theo?” He called softly.
“Yes, love?” Theo answered, barely taking his lips off Hermione’s soft skin.
“Do you want a taste of our delectable wife before we fuck her six ways to Sunday as she so prettily asked?”
Theo instantly sat up and smiled at Hermione, eyes twinkling. “I thought you’d never ask, husband.” He slithered down her body trailing kisses along the way and met with Draco between her legs. Hermione positioned herself on her elbows so she could better see her gorgeous husbands conferring between her legs. ‘Conspiring’ might have been a better word. They were whispering, and she couldn’t hear.
“What are you two on about?” tilting her head in inquiry.
“We’re sharing, Dove,” Theo said. “Just one more moment, please.” They whispered once more and shared a kiss before Draco gently pushed Theo’s head into her quim slick with arousal and Draco's saliva.
She smiled to herself as she lay back down and began to touch herself again. She knew it drove them mad when she thought she could do a better job than they could at giving her whatever she needed or wanted. And right then, she needed someone to kiss, and someone to shag her into the mattress as previously promised.
Draco crawled his way back up to her right side. “I should handcuff you to the bed for driving us mad with how you touch yourself,” he darkly chuckled.
“No, baby, please don't,” she whined, nearly unable to speak due to Theo’s tongue doing very naughty things to her cunt. She laced her hands through his soft white-blond hair. “I want you to touch me, Draco. I won't do it again.”
“Liar,” he said, but his blown-out pupils belied his false ire. “Just let us take care of you.”
“I– I will. Please. Please take care of me. I want both your–”
She couldn't finish that statement due to the keening wail she let out as Theo slid three fingers into her opening. Draco looked down and saw how stretched she was.
“Take another, Hermione?” Draco asked. “Theo has three fingers in you, but if you truly want us both, you'll have to be fully ready. Can you take another finger?”
“Yes,” she whimpered. “Yes! I need it. I need more,” she cried. “Fill me, Theo! Fill me with your whole hand if you can!”
Both men sat up and stared at each other, silently conferring if that's what she really wanted. It was Draco who asked.
“Love of our life, are you telling us you want to be fisted?”
“Oh, gods,” she wailed again. “I just want to be filled. Someone please fuck me! Please!”
Theo carefully slid his pinky into her dripping canal. He was not going to fist her, as much as he really wanted to. That was a topic to have a conversation over when they weren't all sex-crazed nymphomaniacs. He did, however, carefully pump his four fingers into her swelling cunt watching as Draco’s hand made swishing movements over her clit.
“Ple–Please, gods, YES! Right there. Salazar, please don’t stop!” she howled.
This high she was riding was incredible. Her husbands were fucking fabulous in bed, and this just proved it. Both of them knew just how to please her.
“Fuck,” Draco murmured into the soft skin of her abdomen. “I love when you beg so prettily, Wife.”
“I need… please, I need,” she whined.
“We know what you need, love,” Theo answered. “We’ll take care of you.” His hand never stopped pistoning in and out of her swollen folds.
“Come for us, Hermione,” Draco coaxed. “Come all over your sweet husband’s face.” He leaned down and took the nipple closest to him and suckled. Hard. His hand momentarily stopped fanning over her clit to lightly slap it and start up again.
Hermione’s abdomen tightened as the sequence of lightning shot down her spine, making her wail as she squirted all over Theo’s face and chest.
Draco watched as Theo opened his mouth to gather as much as he could of the honeyed liquid from his wife.
“That was amazing, love. You were amazing,” Draco babbled into her breast.
“Oh, wow!” she giggled. She was struck dumb as her brain couldn’t think of anything else to say.
“I made Hermione speechless,” Theo slightly sing-songed.
Draco sat up and conjured a glass of water for her, making sure she drank it all.
“Still want us both, darling?” Draco asked.
“Mm, I do,” came her hushed answer. “Please, I need your cocks. Both of you.”
Theo performed a wandless scourgify before resuming his previous place beside her. He wrapped his arms around her and rolled onto his back, gently hauling her to lay on his front. His hands roamed all over her body as he whispered all kinds of promises.
“Gonna make you come so hard,” and “Merlin, you’re so beautiful,” and “Fuck, I really want to plant a baby inside you.”
Draco knelt beside them, and with one hand on Hermione’s back, the other stroked Theo’s cock, teasing Hermione’s entrance.
Her whines, moans, whimpers, and pleas spurred Draco on to drive Theo’s dick into their wife. Both of them groaned in pleasure. Theo’s body automatically started to pump into her, but Draco’s hands on his husband’s hips slowed the progress.
“Slow down, Theo. We have all night. Remember the plan.”
“Fuck, yeah,” he answered breathily. “She just feels so fucking fantastic, I couldn't help myself.”
“Wha– What plan, Draco?” Hermione could barely speak through her lust-filled haze.
“Our plan to slowly fill you, love,” Draco said. He knew his answer wasn’t very forth-coming, but he hoped his wife wouldn’t worry too much about the vague answer.
“Mmm, I’d like that very much,” she nodded.
“Your sex-addled brain is so hot,” Theo quipped. He lifted his hips slightly to push his cock just a little bit more into her before sliding it back out.
“Yeah, well, your dick feels so good, Theo. Gods, how lucky I am to have two husbands with such beautiful cocks!” She giggled, then asked, “Draco, can I have yours too?”
Of course being a threesome, they’d done nearly every configuration of love-making. She’s had them, and loves to have them, in both holes at the same time. So when she asked Draco if he would fill her too, she’d thought he knew she meant to sink deep into her arse. All three of them loved a bit of back-door play.
“I’ll fill you, love,” Draco promised.
Both Theo and Hermione felt Draco’s fingers circling the base of Theo’s cock before they felt the stretch. Draco had added two fingers into her cunt: one on each side of the thick vein that ran along the underside of Theo’s cock.
“Hermione, you’re so wet for us, love,” Draco cooed.
“Oh, fuck, Draco, Theo! You both feel so good,” Hermione groaned. “Are you going to stretch my pussy, Draco?”
“Mmm, yes, love. Going to stretch you so I can get in beside our husband.”
“Oh, fuck! Yes, thank you. Please, add another finger,” she pleaded.
“Theo?” Draco checked in with him to be sure.
“Do it, Drake. I need to feel it as much as this horny witch that’s riding me.”
Draco could only moan in agreement. He carefully added a third finger on top of Theo’s cock and encouraged Theo to slowly pump in and out. Then he brought the fingers together to make a pseudo cock. He wanted to be sure her lovely cunt was ready for them both. Her gasp made him halt, but she thrust her hips back, making his fingers sink deeper into her.
“Hermione?” Draco asked. “Are you all right?”
“Draco, please, I need your cock baby, not your fingers,” she whined.
“I’m just trying to make sure–”
She sat up quickly and looked back at him, eyes shining with determination, effectively cutting him off. “Fuck me, Malfoy, I’m fucking ready already.”
“The mouth on this cheeky witch,” Theo declared with a laugh.
Draco narrowed his eyes at her. “You want me?” he whispered.
Goosebumps erupted all over her body. “Yes,” she nodded.
“Lay back down,” came the command. As soon as she resumed her position, Draco looked at Theo and an unspoken agreement was made to finally take their witch to the next level.
Draco situated himself between their legs and whispered a light lubrication charm on himself. He pumped his already hardened cock two times before introducing the head of his cock to one side of Theo’s. His other hand was placed lightly on Hermione’s back and he whispered all kinds of praise to how good she already made him feel.
“Gonna fill you up, princess,” he murmured.
He was surprised as to how well her snatch accepted his intrusion. If her groans were anything to go by, he didn’t think he was hurting her.
“Fuck, Draco,” Theo moaned. “Feeling your cock on top of mine is mind-numbing.”
“Just the tip is in,” Draco warned. “I’ve got more.”
Theo kept his hips still, but it was Hermione that made Draco sink all the way into her. She thrust her hips back so quickly, none of them could think for a split second before both of her husbands started to rut into her.
It was just Draco at the moment that was moving inside her. Theo was already buried to the hilt, and Draco was making all three of them euphoric in their pleasure. The smacking of skin on skin and the squelching of her cunt made such beautiful music. They couldn’t think. All there was was sex. Pleas and whimpers from all three filled the room of the little cottage.
“Fuck, Hermione, you’re so fucking tight,” Theo hissed. “Draco, you feel amazing, love.”
Hermione could only answer with, “Oh, you both fill me up so good!”
Theo looked over Hermione’s shoulder to his husband. “Hold her hips and stay still for me. I want to do some thrusting.”
“All right.”
It took about ten seconds for Theo to find a good rhythm, but once he did, he pounded his cock into his wife’s pussy. It was Draco’s turn to be buried to the hilt, and the feeling of their cocks frotting against each other was intoxicating. Hermione’s cries escalated in pitch; something both her husbands knew that she was about to explode. Her orgasm came quick and hard, squeezing both their cocks more so than they thought possible.
“That’s it, baby,” they cooed together.
Draco pet her back and rump as Theo decreased the intensity of his thrusts. “Good girl, Hermione. Can you take a little more?” Draco asked.
“Yes, I- I think so.” Her voice shuttered as she gasped for her breath.
“Okay, I want to try something. I might need to pull out, and–”
Her whine let him know she was displeased with that idea. He just laughed.
“Let me finish, witch,” he smacked her arse for good measure.
“I want you to finish, Draco,” she whined. “Inside me!”
He pulled her up so her back was to his front. Carefully, he lifted her legs, leaned back and lifted his hips. Her own hips rose, making Theo plop out of her cunt, his cock smacking wetly on his stomach.
“That was so hot, Draco,” Theo groaned.
With one hand around Hermione’s waist, Draco twisted them around so he could crash onto the bed; his dick still tucked inside her. He adjusted her on top of him so they could both be comfortable. She sat up and instinctively placed her hands on the bed near his shoulders and her feet on Draco’s thighs just above his knee, allowing for what might have been a very crude picture of their coupling had anyone but their husband seen it.
"I'm going to put this memory in a penseive so we can relive it again and again," Theo smirked.
He then leaned down and licked a long stripe from Draco’s bollocks to her clit. Knowing Hermione was still quite sensitive, he was careful to add the perfect amount of pressure to her clit, wagging his tongue.
“Theo… Theo, please! Don’t tease me,” she pleaded. She was close. So close.
“Fuck, Wife. I love when you beg,” Theo growled. He looked up and locked eyes with her as he suckled lightly on her clit. Her eyes were blown and her chest was flushed with desire.
“I’ll– I’ll do whatever, just please get back inside me,” she panted. She brought a hand around to her front, smearing their combined juices all around. She also pumped her own fingers inside herself, right beside Draco’s cock.
From behind, Hermione heard Draco’s groan of, “Fucking hell, Hermione.” He then propped her up, his arms acting as support for her body. This allowed Theo to look down and see the soft rolls of her stomach. He couldn’t get enough of the sight and decided Draco needed to know about it too.
“Draco, love, Hermione’s stomach is so soft and lovely. Bring your hand around and feel her skin.”
Theo didn’t want her to think that he thought she was fat. He didn’t care about that anyway. But he did want her to know he appreciated her body for how it looked now.
He watched Draco snake a hand around to her stomach. Theo caught it, and with his hand on top of his husband’s, squeezed the slight roll under her belly button.
Draco groaned. “Oh, Hermione, just when I thought your body couldn’t get any more sexy.”
She looked down and saw they were both squeezing a small love roll. If you’d have asked her a year ago if she was happy with her body, she most likely would have said no. Little jabs here and there from Molly Weasley about how if she didn’t take care of herself, she would never snag a man. She was one to talk. However, Molly did already have a husband and a gaggle of kids, so Hermione had cut her some slack about how the Weasley matriarch’s body didn’t exactly match up to what she thought Hermione should look like.
Anyway, all it took was one shag from both of these men – one night of the both of them literally worshipping her body; praising her for how she was a goddess – their Hermione – and she finally accepted that she looked exactly how she was supposed to: sweet love-rolls and all.
“You both love my little rolls, don’t you?” she asked slyly. “You both love to squeeze and pinch and hold on to me when you fuck me, don’t you?”
Theo’s eyes caught hers. “You naughty witch. Where did you pick up such uncouth language?”
As she rocked back and forth on Draco’s cock, she tilted her head and pursed her lips. “Gee, I wonder, Husband.”
Theo sat back in mock surprise and squinted in amusement. “For that, Wife…” He quickly angled her hips and legs to be more open and gently squeezed the tip of his cock into her already full cunt.
She wailed in pleasure. “Oh, oh! So full, so full! Fucking Godric, fucking Fucking Merlin I love it! Oh, I want-- I need more.” She threw her head back, dousing Draco in her fountain of curls.
He took one of the hands he was using to prop her up and lifted her hair over her shoulder. Then in a Herculean effort using his strong abs, he sat up just a bit and wandlessly tucked a pillow under his back. Once she settled just a hair, he pulled her back from his chest and nibbled and sucked on her neck and shoulders.
Theo was more than halfway buried in her cunt by this time. “Bloody hell, wife. Your cunt is perfect. You’re squeezing us so tightly, and feeling Draco right underneath me is just about to make me come.”
Hearing his husband say this, Draco reached around and played with Hermione’s clit once more. He himself was about to come, but he wanted her to have her release first.
“Her- Hermione,” Draco stuttered. “Come for us. Please. Let us feel your cunt squeeze all this baby-batter out of us. Let us try to put a baby in you first try.”
Hermione chuckled at his juvenile word, but she still found herself so ready. “Yes,” she huffed. “I need it. Need both of you. I want to feel–”
Her keening wail interrupted her, what was more than likely going to be, another monologue of how well her husbands took care of her in their throes of passion. Draco had been swishing his hand back and forth over her clit again, making her own ejaculate spray all over Theo’s chest. Again. Theo buried himself to the hilt, effectively trapping Draco’s cock, and both men emptied into her with ropes and ropes of come; painting her womb.
As their high lessened a little bit, Theo looked down at her belly, stroking it, and liked to imagine how he could already see a bump forming from filling her so much with their combined love.
“This is going to grow when you're with child, love,” Draco announced behind her. “I cannot wait to see it. You will be so beautiful carrying our child.”
“Yes,” she whimpered. “Yes, I want that.” She looked at Theo and whispered, “Make it happen?”
“All right, my love. We will do our best.”
He gently entered her a second time, right at the same place as his husband was joined with her.
The last thing she could consciously do was make sure the majority of her hair was out of Draco's face when she lay back on his chest. She held onto Theo’s shoulders as he held onto her hips, making sure she didn't move. He wanted to be sure Draco stayed embedded as much as his own cock did.
Theo looked down at his witch and saw the elation and ecstasy displayed on her angelic face. He didn't know how he'd gotten so lucky, but he thanked his lucky stars that he had these two to love him.
Just then, he felt a spark of their magic intertwine. For him, it started at the base of his spine and worked its way around his groin.
Hermione and Draco felt it too, as she bolted her hips to close the gap between all of them before wailing her orgasm into the ether, triggering her two husbands to again unload ropes of their come deep into her womb.
It took several moments for them all to catch their breath before Theo slowly pulled out first. He rested his palm over her clit and put fingers on either side of Draco's dick before Draco pulled out. Any spunk that was about to make its way out, Theo pushed it back in with a, “Don't want any of this going to waste,” and a chuckle.
Draco gently lifted Hermione's hips off of his own and carefully maneuvered himself out from under her. When he placed a pillow under her hips, she laughed good-naturedly. She wanted too keep it all in as much as they did, it seemed.
Theo cast a cleansing and refreshing charm on them all before he laid down beside her; Draco on her other side.
Draco pulled up a light blanket to cover them all and they drifted off to sleep.
For three days the triad made love as much as they could; always with the love and intention of making Hermione pregnant. She prayed to whatever deity would listen for her to become so. She very much wanted to please her husbands and give them progeny, despite Dolohov’s curse.
One month and two days after their shag-fest, Hermione realized her monthly hadn't yet arrived. Giddy with excitement, but not wanting to get too hopeful, she booked an appointment with a specialist mediwitch that was equivalent to a muggle OB-GYN. An opening for the next day was available.
Hermione struggled with whether or not to take her husbands with her, but she figured she'd like for them to be there no matter the news.
That evening at dinner, she did her best to keep her excitement out of her voice.
“Boys, I uh, made a special appointment with a mediwitch for tomorrow morning, if either or both of you would like to come with me?”
Draco studied her with his piercing grey eyes. “Are you sick, Hermione?”
“Not… yet?” she asked more than said. “I don't want to get anyone's hopes up, but my monthly cycle hasn't… stopped by. I haven't had any morning sickness, so it could mean nothing…” she threw her hands up to quell any misconception or hope.
“But it could also mean everything?” Theo inquired.
Hermione could only nod, tears starting to form.
“Love, are you okay?” Draco asked again. “What's going through that big brain of yours?”
“Scenario upon scenario, Draco. I can't turn my brain off thinking of all the what-if’s.” She did break down crying then.
Draco pulled her from her dining room chair and set her up on his lap, wrapping his strong arms around her.
“Darling, let me ask you: is it the fact that you have your hopes up to become pregnant and you might not be as your most heavy thought? Or is it that you might be and you don't think you're ready?”
“I know we're young, but I am wanting to become a mother for both of you,” she explained. “I think I'm ready. The thought that runs through my brain is what if I am, and I can't carry it full term?”
“I can't answer that,” he said honestly, looking to Theo for confirmation. Theo sadly shook his head. “I don't think anyone can safely answer that question,” Draco added. “But what we can say, is that your husbands are beside you all the way. Whatever you need, we will provide.”
Hermione nodded as a tear slipped down her cheek. “I know.” She took a long, shuddering inhale and held it for several seconds before letting it go.
“Okay,” she said resolutely, slapping her hands on her thighs, “I will not dwell on it. I don't even know if that's the prob— if that's what is going on with me. We will see tomorrow. Appointment’s at 9 AM. I'm not supposed to eat anything in the morning, but I can drink water.”
“Ugh,” Theo groaned.
“What?” she asked.
“Hermione without breakfast is a joy in the morning,” he said sarcastically.
She slapped him in the gut with the back of her hand. “Shut it, you, or I won't let you in the room for the appointment.”
Theo's eyes opened wide in shock. “You– you'd do that? To your most handsome husband?!”
She only rolled her eyes and slipped off Draco's lap. “I'm going to take a bath. See you in a little while for bed.”
“Do you need help with that bath?” Draco smirked.
“Mm, no,” came her matter-of-fact reply, and she sauntered out of the dining room without looking back.
“Ouch, love,” Theo said. “Harsh.”
“Yeah? Well, at least I didn't tell her she wasn't a joy to be around in the morning without her having breakfast. I at least get to be in the room with her.”
“Do you th–”
“Theo, do you really believe she would shut you out?” Draco asked sardonically.
No answer came from his husband because they both knew she would never do such a cruel thing.
“C’mon. Let's go get ready for bed.”
Twelve hours and one sweet shag later, the three of them were sat in the waiting room. Theo thumbed through the Witch Weekly magazines as Draco’s leg bounced in anticipation. Hermione had had enough of his nervous energy and sprang from her seat as soon as the specialist came to get her. She grabbed both their hands and practically dragged them with her to the room.
“Good morning, family. I am Lead Healer and Doctor Victoria Kish. You may call me either Healer Kish, or Doctor Kish – whichever you prefer.
“And who do you have with you, Miss...?”
Hermione shone each time she got to introduce both her husbands. “It’s Mrs. Malfoy-Nott, and these are my husbands. We were married on Beltane.”
“Ah, yes! I remember hearing about your wedding. Congratulations to all of you, and best wishes and long journey to your lives together.” Her smile was genuine as she looked at each of them in turn.
“Now, what are we here for, Mrs. Malfoy-Nott?”
“Please, call me Hermione. And the long and short of it is to see if I may be pregnant. My timely cycle is off by three days now. I understand it may be too early, but–”
Healer Kish held up her hand. “Say no more. If I were using only muggle equipment, I would agree with it being too early to tell. However, our magic can detect early life as soon as four weeks. You obviously fall three days behind that, so let's see what we can see. Lie back on this table and lift your shirt to just under your bosom.
“Husbands,” she continued, “have a seat and I will tell you everything I'm doing. If you have questions, please try to remember them and save them to the end, alright?”
Theo and Draco nodded as they say on the small stools provided, one on each side of their wife.
“Fabulous. Okay, Hermione, I'm sure you've heard of the charm that can be used to detect a pregnancy, right?”
Hermione nodded, not sure if she should give a verbal answer or not.
“Wonderful. Thing is, with you wanting to know this early, that particular charm won't work. So, I've developed another, more complicated one. This allows me to see just how far along you may be if you are pregnant.” Healer Kish waived her wand in quite an intricate pattern and whispered a fifteen second incantation. As soon as her last flick disappeared, a circle of green appeared above Hermione’s abdomen. It held several globs of different colors, one more brilliant than the rest. That one was gold in color and seemed to pulse.
Healer Kish looked at the men in the room before looking at Hermione. Her smile covered her face to see the awe on their faces.
“So, as you may imagine, that gold blob is the life force of the little one. Wait just a moment...” she trailed off. “Nothing is wrong, just so you know. I just see something more. Let me just readjust this here…” she trailed off again, waving her wand and adjusting with her other hand the size of the circle.
When she somehow turned the circle ninety degrees, another golden blob as bright as the first came into sight.
“How?...” the healer asked herself.
Hermione tried to keep calm as she asked, “Healer Kish, I believe you said you would tell us what you were doing?”
“Ah, yes! Apologies. So, congratulations, you have a baby!” She clapped once as she sat back and let them take in the news.
“That first try showed me you are exactly four weeks pregnant. Well done, considering all the healed scarred tissue surrounding some of your internal organs. The scarring has nothing to do with your reproductive organs, by the way.”
“Are you sure?!” Hermione interrupted. “I've been to so many healers and muggle doctors alike, and they said I may never have children.”
“No doubt that was said, and may well have been the case then,” the healer acknowledged. “The thing is, and call me crazy, but I think your bonding on Beltane has healed your body. On the inside at least. I can obviously see your scarring on your skin as well as some internally, but nothing to cause concern with the pregnancy or your overall health. What curse were you hit with, if you don't mind my asking?”
Taking a deep breath, Hermione answered, “A curse meant to kill from a Death Eater, but I silenced him before it could slip off his wand.”
“And a lucky thing you did, Hermione,” the healer praised. “Otherwise, we would not be here with you today.”
“Yeah, I know. Madame Pomfrey and Professor Snape said as much,” Hermione answered. “So, there's more?” Hermione goaded.
“Oh yes! And I'm so happy you were treated by such competent people, may Snape rest in peace. So, when I turned the charm,” and she turned it so they all could see it, “I saw two balls of light.”
Three jaws nearly hit the floor, making Healer Kish chuckle.
Draco was first to gather his wits about him. “Twins? Are we– is Hermione having twins?”
“Mm, yes and no,” the healer answered cryptically.
“Explain,” Theo ordered, voice gruff.
“Theo!” Hermione hissed.
Healer Kish held her hands up. “No, no, Hermione. He's right. I shouldn't beat around the bush with this type of news.” She kept her voice light as she explained.
“Yes, you are pregnant with two babies, Hermione. Congratulations! Each child has his/her own placenta. Each child also has a different magical signature.”
“Isn't that common with twins, though?" Draco wondered aloud. "They are individuals, anyway.”
“Oh, aye,” the healer nodded, “but true twins, whether maternal or paternal, have very close magical signatures. If you know any twins,”
“The Weasley’s,” Draco and Theo echoed.
“Yes, great example. Those two are nigh undetectable from the other unless one puts in work to tell them apart. I dare say they could probably use the others’ wand and it be alright. Your two however,” she points at Hermione’s abdomen, “Are as different as night and day. Not saying one is dark and one is light, mind you. No, no. Only saying,” she paused and looked at Draco and Theo, “these two have different fathers.”
Hermione burst into tears and laughed at the same time. “It worked! The magic of Beltane worked!”
Healer Kish sat back and allowed the triad to process the news. She watched the gamut of emotions run among the three, but never let her smile waiver. Once it seemed they'd settled, Hermione’s hiccough shattered the seriousness.
“Yes, that's one thing you may have to deal with in the coming months, Hermione. Hiccoughs, emotions running on high, lows almost to the point of depression, strange cravings... And in the third trimester, you'll be needing to use the loo a lot more than you ever thought,” she chuckled.
“Okay, all of that we can handle together,” Hermione said as she held on to a hand of each of her husbands. “What I am most concerned about is this: is my body able to carry these two gems to full term?”
“Since you are carrying two, and a special two, I might add, we will monitor you every two weeks, then once your third trimester hits, every week. If you feel at all ‘not right’ – and trust your gut with that – come right in, or send a patronus and we'll come to you. If I am not available, my healing partner Healer Quick will see you. I will keep him up to date on your progress. He can also perform my complex charm, so you'll not have to wait for me to do it.
“Eat whatever you like within reason. You're eating for three now, so snack throughout the day and drink lots of water.
“And before you gentlemen ask, as long as Hermione is comfortable, sex is also allowed, but be as gentle as Hermione wants or needs. Her energy levels may spike and she'll be randier than niffler in your vault, or she may just want to cuddle or even be alone. You must be willing to hear and accept ‘no’ from her though, do you understand?” Healer Kish’s eyes darted back and forth between the two men.
Draco smirked as if he were being reprimanded by a house elf, and Theo’s cheeks shone a bit pink when she'd brought up sex. They both nodded, and added, “Yes, Healer,” for good measure.
“Excellent. So, any questions?” She waited several moments. It was Theo who spoke up, albeit so quietly, he was barely heard.
“Is it possible to know which is which?”
“Oh! Great question! I believe so. Let me work through the charm as I'm not one hundred percent certain at this time since this is the first time I've run across this particular scenario. Let me see…”
The healer twitched her lips to mimic her wand. “Mr. Nott, hold onto my hand as I do this last bit,” she announced.
Theo wiped the dampness from his palm, then lightly wrapped his hand over Healer Kish's own. The wee ball of gold on Hermione's right side glowed more orange now.
“Now you, Mr. Malfoy.”
Draco did the same as his husband. The ball on Hermione's left glowed more purple.
“There now. In a couple more weeks, one of you gentlemen can cast the pregnancy detection charm and you'll see which one is which! I'll not be sharing my own charm with you, sorry. It's patent pending.”
“Understandable, Healer,” Hermione beamed. “Can you detect gender yet?”
“Not yet. We try to wait until week 16 through 18, just like the muggles. It's much more clear then.” After a beat, she rose from her chair and addressed the three, “I know it's a lot to take in. I'll come back in a few minutes to answer any more questions you may have.”
Healer Kish smiled serenely and quietly closed the door behind her.
Hermione was shaking with adrenaline and fascination at the turn of events. “Wha– what do you both think?” she asked meekly.
Hermione knew this is what they wanted, but knowing her theory actually worked!? And the healer said her reproductive organs were clean. That may mean she could have multiple pregnancies. Daunted by that thought, she shook her head to get back to the present.
Theo was first to speak, “Well, I for one am glad we have excellent swimmers.” He smirked and looked at Draco.
Draco, on the other hand looked a bit more flummoxed at the science of it.
“Do you really think it was the bond at Beltane?” he asked Hermione.
“I do. I don't know how, or why, but our bond to each other, and to our triad must have been accepted by whatever deity. They've helped us, Draco.”
“Oh, don't fret, wife. I'm so very happy.” Then he looked at Theo: “We will be ten times better than our fathers.”
“Oh, a hundred. A million!”
Their smiles split their faces as they shouted together, “I'm gonna be a dad!”
The End