Chapter 3
Theo offered his arm and Hermione accepted, keeping her eyes steadily locked on Draco.
The Nott Manor’s parlor was cozy yet grand, the antique furniture reminded her slightly of the Gryffindor common room. The firelight cast a reddish hue onto the room, illuminating its surroundings in a warm glow. There was a large green velvet chaise and two brown leather wingback chairs arranged around the fireplace. In the far corner there was a bar stocked with several vintage liquor bottles on shelves above it. The ceilings were vaulted impossibly high, charmed with floating white candles overhead. There were three large portraits on the far wall with white sheets covering them, looking starkly out of place.
As if he read her mind, Theo spoke. “Don’t mind the covered portraits. My father and the other Nott family ancestors are in a bit of a timeout until I can decide what to do with them.” He shook his head. “Please, have a seat, love. I’ll fetch us some refreshments.” He led Hermione to the chaise and left her to get the drinks.
She was a bit dumbfounded, and still buzzing from the stiff drinks at the club. But...she was at this house for a reason. A reason she couldn’t allow herself to think of because if she did, she would end up apparating to his flat, making a complete fool of herself. Hermione shook the thoughts of Ron from her mind as she sat nervously on the chaise. Draco still stood in the doorway, unmoving, as if waiting for Hermione to be seated before entering.
Theo returned with three crystal tumblers in his hands. “Ogden’s best, for my guests!” He boasted proudly. “Draco, what are you doing over there? Come join us! Your seat beckons.” He gestured to one of the wingback chairs and cocked an eyebrow. Theo sat next to Hermione on the chaise, draping his arm over her shoulders.
Draco seemed hesitant, but then sauntered over to the chair closest to the fireplace. He sat down, his perfect posture and impressive height making him appear just as regal and sophisticated as she remembered. He had always been so prim and proper, even when they were children. Cool, calm, and always collected. Draco wore an unreadable expression as he stared at the two of them seated together.
Hermione suddenly felt extremely warm. Warmer than she had in the club smashed between sweaty bodies on the dance floor. It felt as though Draco's gaze was searing into her. Theo began running his hand up and down her arm as he pressed his lips to her neck.
Draco abruptly stood. “Not tonight, Theo,” he said through gritted teeth.
Theo’s mouth stopped its movement on Hermione’s neck. “Come on, don’t be a spoilsport, Draco!”
“Not. With. Her. No more, Nott,” Draco ground out.
Hermione felt as though she was in some foreign land where she couldn’t understand the language being spoken. This was new territory for her as she was rarely confused. Her logical mind began churning.
“What’s going on?” She looked back and forth between both men who were staring daggers at each other. “What do you mean, ‘Not with her’?”
Radio silence filled the room.
She began to rise, suddenly feeling a sort of embarrassment take hold, as though she were the only one not in on a private joke. She shuddered. What if she’s the joke? Theo jumped to his feet to meet her.
“This…this was a mistake.” Hermione said quietly.
“Granger, wait.” He grabbed her hand and turned to Malfoy. “Draco, please.”
Draco seemed to mull something over in his mind as his jaw ticked. Hermione had no inkling as to what he was thinking. He looked at Theo, pressed his lips together and shook his head.
“Step away, Nott.”
Theo obeyed without question. Hermione was lost. Draco took three long steps towards her until he was standing directly in front of her. She hadn’t remembered him being so tall, and now he was so close that she had to crane her neck back to look at him. She assessed the sharp cut of his jawbone in stark contrast to the white light of his hair. Hard and soft, as was the juxtaposition named Draco Malfoy. He was devastatingly handsome, all traces of boyishness long gone from his face.
Whatever was happening here, whatever situation she stumbled into unwittingly, she was ready. She wanted this. She chose to be here. She wanted to forget. Or, did she want to remember? Memories of silver eyes flashed in her mind. Hermione felt a fresh wave of anxiety—one she hadn’t felt in years. Not since their days at Hogwarts where she would catch him staring at her across the Great Hall at mealtimes.
She remained standing in the parlor, breath held. Draco nodded to the chaise, “Please, sit, Granger.” Hermione sat, eyes cast down and brow furrowed.
He placed two fingers to her chin and tilted her head up toward him, her big doe eyes meeting his. “There. That’s better. If you’ll excuse us for just a moment, I need to discuss something with my mate, here. It seems he is a bit…overeager tonight. Please, enjoy your beverage and make yourself comfortable.” His fingers left her chin and her lips parted at the loss of contact as she let out the breath she'd been holding.
The men stepped out of the parlor and back into the corridor from which they entered. Hermione could hear hushed conversation between the two. She could faintly make out the words “off-limits” and “unexpected.” Then, she heard her name, though she couldn’t be sure who had said it.
After what felt like ages, the men reentered the parlor together. Hermione waited as they approached, but no one spoke. The tension was heavy in the air.
“Does someone want to tell me exactly what is going on?” She raised an eyebrow, mustering all her courage to address the intimidatingly handsome men before her.
Draco turned his head to look at Theo. They seemed to be having a silent conversation, as if continuing the one they just had in the hall. Draco pointed to the empty space on the left side of Hermione and said, “Sit.” Theo obeyed automatically as a wide grin spread across his face.
Draco then took his seat on the chaise to Hermione’s right. She was suddenly very warm again; she could feel the heat pooling at her center. The anticipation and anxiety of the situation was doing…something to her.
Swirling his glass in his hand, Draco lifted the rim to his lips and took a long pull, eyes never breaking contact with Hermione's. “How is your whiskey, Granger?” He asked coolly.
“It’s…” she hadn’t even tried it. Draco was watching her expectantly. She raised her glass and took a quick sip, suppressing a cough from the strong bite of the liquor. “It’s good. Thank you for asking.”
The answer seemed to satisfy him enough and he turned his attention to Theo. “Theo, please ask our guest if she would like us to make her more comfortable.”
Hermione shifted slightly in her seat. She didn’t like how he was speaking about her as if she couldn’t hear him. But something about his deep, velvety voice had captivated her. It had taken effect on Theo as well, apparently.
Draco nodded his head once towards the floor. Theo left the chaise without hesitation and knelt on the floor directly in front of Hermione. She remained still, shallow breaths escaping her.
Theo looked at her with pleading eyes, pupils blown with lust. “Granger, would you like us to…make you more comfortable?”
She hesitated for a brief second before pushing her inhibitions into a deep corner of her mind. “Yes,” she whispered breathlessly.
Draco sucked in a sharp breath beside her at her response. Theo placed his hands gently on one of her shoes. “May I?” His fingers brushed the straps fastened at her ankle.
Hermione nodded. Theo began undoing the clasp of her shoes when Draco cut in sharply, placing his hand firmly on Theo’s shoulder, causing him to pause. “Verbal answers only, Granger.”
“Yes,” she replied quickly.
Draco released Theo’s shoulder and his hands resumed their work. He slowly slipped off her right heel, then her left. Hermione hadn’t known removing shoes could be sexy, but here she was, practically panting at the man before her. Men before her, her mind corrected.
Theo looked to Draco as if awaiting further instruction. This dynamic between the two men had Hermione burning with interest.
Draco nodded wordlessly and leaned back in the chaise. As if on cue, Theo’s fingers danced on her ankles and slowly started their path up her legs. When his hands reached the hem of her dress, he paused. “Is this okay?”
Hermione had never been in a situation quite like this before. She wanted to say yes, she wanted to feel him. She was here to lose herself in this man, after all. But with Draco beside her, watching her—watching them—she was unsure of her next move. She didn't know what his role was, but Draco seemed as invested in this scenario as Theo. The liquor emboldened her, not quite drunk, but just enough to let her hesitations fall to the wayside. Tonight was for her. She would let these men help her forget.
“Yes,” Hermione answered. Draco shifted closer to Hermione, wrapping his arm around her shoulders.
At the same time, Theo’s hands slid between her thighs and grazed her knickers with his knuckles. He hooked his fingers around the lace and began shimmying them down her legs. Hermione’s chest heaved in anticipation. He balled her knickers in his fist and held out his hand to Draco who grabbed them quickly and shoved them into the pocket of his trousers. Hermione bit her bottom lip, trying not to think about the fact that she was bare, seated between two very attractive men who were watching her with hungry eyes.
Theo replaced his hands near her center, making small circles on her inner thighs before swiping a single finger through her slit.
Theo threw his head back in a groan. “Salazar, Draco. She’s already so wet.”
Draco remained still, his mouth hanging slightly open as he watched. Theo slid a long finger across her center again before pressing it inside. Her head fell into Draco’s chest as the bliss of finally being touched after so long took hold.
The hand draped over Hermione’s shoulders caressed its way up until it reached the nape of her neck. Draco ran his fingers though her hair and pulled it slightly, making her turn her head and face him while Theo pumped his finger in and out in a steady rhythm.
Her eyes opened, and she was met with Draco’s mercury irises, now tiny rings surrounding his black pupils. He watched her like he was starving. He leaned over her, lips hovering mere centimeters from hers. She could smell the mix of firewhiskey and mint on his breath.
“Fuck, Granger. You’re beautiful like this,” Draco said in a strained voice. Then his lips caught hers as he began his frenzied kissing. She whimpered softly into his mouth which seemed to stir him on as his grip in her hair tightened.
Theo was relentless between her legs, adding a second finger inside her. Hermione absently began bucking her hips ever so slightly, craving more friction. At her movement, Draco dropped his free hand to her center and began rubbing small circles on her clit. Hermione moaned loudly now, and Theo picked up the pace in response. She was getting close, oh Gods, so close.
Draco pulled his lips from hers quickly and pressed his forehead to hers. “Open your eyes, pet. I want you watching me when you come.” Hermione obeyed, eyes locking on Draco.
“Oh, yes. Yes. Don’t stop.” Hermione pleaded as she reached the precipice. Her orgasm crested and rocked through her as she gasped for air.
Their movements slowed, giving her reprieve as she came down. Both men gently withdrew their hands from her center. Draco reached down and grabbed Theo’s hand, popping his two fingers into his mouth and sucking gently. Hermione’s eyes grew wide, entranced by his actions.
“Mmm, Granger. You taste better than I imagined.” Draco drawled as he released Theo’s fingers from between his lips.
Hermione felt as if she were floating. Or she was dead. She had died and gone to heaven. Some sexy, depraved heaven where she felt freer than she ever had.
Draco spoke, breaking her from her trance.
“Now, why don’t you show Theo how much you enjoyed him inside you.” Hermione blinked twice before his direction registered in her brain.
“You want me to…please Theo?” She didn't want to disobey their wishes, not after what they had just given her. Hermione felt her desire growing inside her.
“I do.”
“And that would…that would please you?” Hermione asked innocently.
Draco chuckled darkly, “Yes, pet. Very much so.”
Hermione took a beat and considered her next move. She took Theo’s hand in hers and stood on shaky legs, leading him to one of the wingback chairs. Gently, she pushed him down to sit and he obliged. She could see the bulge in his trousers. Her hands reached for his belt and slowly unfastened it, the metal clasp clanking loudly in the silence.
Draco rose from his seat on the chaise and stood behind Hermione, gathering her hair to one side and placing it gently over her shoulder. He leaned in to her opposite ear and whispered “That’s it, be a good girl and thank him.” He kissed her neck, then nipped it with a soft bite.
Goosebumps erupted on her flesh. He tapped her shoulder once, silently directing her to get on her knees. She knelt on the plush rug beneath her, keen to obey. Again, she reached for Theo’s waist, deftly unbuttoning his trousers.
“Take him out,” Draco commanded. Hermione stuck her hand into Theo’s boxer briefs and pulled the hard length of him free. Draco leaned down again to whisper in her ear, “Open your mouth, Granger.”
Hermione whimpered softly and opened her mouth, tongue out. He guided her towards the head of Theo’s cock and her tongue struck out to swirl around his tip. A low chuckle escaped Draco. “Eager thing, isn’t she, Theo?” Theo groaned in response as Draco pushed her head slightly forward, coaxing her to take him in fully. Her lips wrapped around his shaft, and she allowed Draco to guide her, swallowing Theo farther into her mouth. Her eyes began to water, and Draco fisted her hair, pushing and pulling her back and forth, creating a pleasurable rhythm for Theo.
Theo's head fell back, hitting the chair with a thump. “Fuck, Draco. Hermione.” Theo rasped, “I’m not going to last.”
Hermione sped up on her own accord, excited to bring him to orgasm. It only took her three more long, deep sucks before she felt him twitching in her mouth. Theo spilled into her and she slipped him from her mouth, waiting patiently for further direction.
Draco’s eyes widened as he realized what she was doing. He spoke in a low, strangled voice. “Good girl.” He released her hair and stroked her cheek reverently as she looked up at him. “I should have known you’d be perfect for this, Granger. You may swallow.”
Her throat bobbed as she swallowed Theo's release. He exhaled a long breath and reached a hand out to touch his fingertips to Hermione's lips.
Draco bent down to her and pulled her up to a standing position. Taking her face in his hands, he kissed her slowly, sensually, nothing like the frantic kissing from before. His tongue slipped over hers, the taste of his mint and firewhiskey mingling with the salty taste of Theo. Hermione’s chest bubbled. The familiar heat began its buildup again. She was already wound tightly from what she had just done to Theo, and her body felt ready for more. More, more, more.
Draco backed her towards the chaise as he continued kissing her deeply. She could feel the want in the drags of his tongue. He sat her down onto the chaise and put his hand to the middle of her chest, splaying his fingers across her. He broke their kiss to whisper, “Lie back.”
Hermione did as she was told, the bubbles in her chest nearly bursting. His mouth returned to hers, then changed direction to plant open-mouthed kisses from her neck to her chest. He pulled down her dress, revealing one of her breasts and latched his lips onto her exposed nipple, flicking it with his tongue and lightly biting. Hermione found herself literally panting now as she ran her hands through Draco’s sleek blonde hair.
His lips continued their descent over the fabric of her dress, leaving kisses at her navel before bunching the hem of her dress in his hands. He sat back on his legs to look at her. She gasped at the loss of contact and suddenly felt exposed. Her hands reached out for him in an attempt to bring him back over top of her, but he grabbed her wrists and pinned them at her sides.
“Don’t,” he said. “I told you; you’re fucking beautiful like this, you know. Stop thinking. Get out of your head, Granger. Let me do the thinking. Can you do that for me?”
Hermione sucked in a breath and nodded her head before remembering his earlier request for verbal affirmation. “Yes. Please. I can.”
He growled, “Good,” and dove into her center, his tongue dragging through her lips as he held her wrists firmly. He licked, sucked, and bit at her clit until Hermione realized she was moaning like a madwoman. She didn’t care. She told Draco she wouldn’t think, and she would keep her word. He feasted on her ravenously, like he had been waiting for this moment his whole life.
Just when Hermione thought it was too much, fireworks erupted behind her eyes as she gasped for air. Draco sat back on his legs, wiping his mouth with his forearm. His eyes locked on hers while he unfastened his belt, springing his cock free. Hermione’s eyes dropped to look at the sight as he stroked himself lightly.
“Is this okay?” He asked.
“Yes.” She replied simply, unable to provide more than one-word answers at this point. It was more than okay. She wanted this, wanted it, wanted him. She had nearly forgotten Theo was in the room when his movement caught her attention. He was no longer fully hard, but still rubbed himself slowly, eyes fixed on Draco and Hermione.
She couldn’t explain it, but she felt like a fucking queen. Even though Draco was giving the orders, she had never felt more in charge. It was as though she had both devilishly handsome men wrapped around her finger. The power was intoxicating.
Draco leaned forward and guided himself to her entrance. Her core clenched in anticipation. Gathering some of her wetness on the tip of his cock, he began to press in, agonizingly slow.
Hermione wrapped her arms around his shoulders, grasping his crisp shirt in her hands. Once he was nearly halfway in, he pulled back out, then entered her again swiftly, fully seating himself inside her. She let a small scream of pleasure escape.
Her head spun with the sensation, but she felt like something was missing. She reached out a hand, praying she didn’t misjudge the dynamic. As she’d hoped, Theo’s hand grasped hers in return, and he moved towards her, taking her mouth in a claiming kiss. His tongue pressed in, deepening their contact and tangling together.
Draco’s movements became faster and harder, pounding into her with such intensity she thought she was seeing stars. Her mouth formed an 'o' and her chest heaved wildly. This was what she needed—what she wanted. And Draco Malfoy and Theodore Nott of all people were the ones to give it to her. Her mind raced away from her as her thoughts gave way to the primal lust roaring inside her. Theo’s lips trailed to her neck, leaving love bites across her collarbones while Draco pressed his forehead to hers, not breaking his pace.
“Eyes on me, Granger. Me.” Just as her eyes met his, her orgasm peaked, and she fell tumbling down the mountain.
She screamed out for Draco, completely lost in the sensation.
Hearing his name tumble from her lips was all it took for Draco to lose control. He emptied inside her, filling her entirely. His movements became stuttered and shaky above her. After several minutes, he pulled himself from her and rose to his feet. He tucked himself back into his trousers but left them undone, reaching down to scoop her into his arms.
He turned towards Theo who reached his hand out to Draco’s shoulder. They apparated together with a pop, landing directly in the Nott master suite. They all moved together to the large bed, breathless and spent. Draco laid Hermione in the middle of the bed, walking to the far side and climbing in next to her. Theo joined and nestled into her opposite side. The three of them fell asleep like this, tangled in each other under the soft sheets.