Chapter 4
Hermione awoke to gentle caresses tickling her skin. Theo was running his fingers up and down her arm, causing her to break out in goosebumps. She shivered, lips turning up in a sleepy smile, not wanting to open her eyes to the daylight just yet.
It all felt like a dream, and she wasn’t sure if she was ready to face reality. Her glamours from the night before had likely worn off, and she could just imagine how ratty her mess of curls looked. Just as she began hatching her escape plan, she felt the bed shift under her as the two men got up.
Several minutes later, she found the courage to blink open her eyes only to find that she was alone in the room. Hermione glanced at a door on the far wall of the master suite which had to be the ensuite.
She padded softly to the bathroom and clicked the door shut, hoping to tame her hair and fix her makeup before they returned. Hermione hardly recognized the witch in the mirror. Wild sex-hair framed her face and day-old makeup was smudged on her eyelids. She brought her fingers to her lips, swollen and bruised from the night before.
Were those…bite marks? Fuck. Reddish-purple bruises were scattered in a trail across her chest. If The Walk of Shame was a person, Hermione would be the fucking poster child. Gods, she was a mess. What would Ginny think? Honestly...she'd probably be impressed. Shocked, but impressed, nonetheless.
Hermione cleaned up the best she could—which admittedly wasn’t much. It became apparent that her curls were here to stay, but she was able to at least clean off the sparkly eye shadow and dark liner. Perhaps she could cover the bruises later, but she left them visible for the time being. That would be a problem for Afternoon Hermione to deal with.
With a fresh face, she moved to leave the bathroom, pausing when she heard Theo and Draco speaking just outside the door, their voices hushed and low.
“Draco, I want to keep her,” Theo pouted. It almost sounded like he was joking, but Draco’s firm response made Hermione realize he was entirely serious.
“That’s not up to us, Theo.”
“We can make it up to us.”
“What do you suppose we do? Imperio her and force her to stay? Get a little 20-year stint at Azkaban for it?” Draco asked, incredulously.
“Not force her, per say. We just…we can make it so good she’ll never want to leave.”
“You really want this?”
“I really want her. For us.”
There was a pregnant pause before Draco spoke in his deep timbre. “For us? Very well, then. Let’s do this right.”
Hermione’s heart was racing in her chest, she could practically hear her pulse pounding in her ears. They wouldn’t truly use an Unforgivable on her…would they? They were former Death Eaters, after all, but hadn’t they reformed?
Godric, what was she thinking? Did last night really happen? She let Draco Malfoy and Theo Nott have her. Everything felt a bit blurry as her mind raced out of control. She was spiraling, thoughts swirling and jumbling in her head as internal panic took hold.
She heard footsteps approaching the bathroom door.
“We know you’re listening, Granger. You can calm your big brain. We would never do that to you. And deep down,” Draco paused, “you know it.”
Hermione bit her bottom lip between her teeth as she tried to collect herself. Count to ten, deep breath in, exhale.
“You are strong. You are safe. You are strong. You are safe,” she whispered the mantra to herself, willing her body to leave its fight-or-flight state.
Hermione slowly creaked open the door, letting her gaze meet the two strikingly handsome men before her. Both were shirtless, standing side by side in black boxer briefs. Their soft expressions immediately relaxed her stressed mind. She really was okay. A bit shaken and still hesitant, but okay.
She wanted to be here; they didn't kidnap her and bring her to the manor. She chose this. She came willingly—severaltimes—actually.
She focused her attention on Draco and Theo, who simply watched her curiously, as if they could sense her nervousness. It was almost painful, staring at them. Like staring into the sun, beauty so bright it could blind you.
The light from the windows filtered in, forming a golden haze around Draco and Theo. Their aristocratically pointed features were on full display in the morning sun. They looked like two fallen angels, beautiful sharp faces with broken halos. Her eyes flitted to the Dark Marks that stained the skin of their forearms before trailing over the rest of their bodies. She hadn’t gotten to look at them last night, hadn’t been able to truly appreciate their beauty.
Draco was the taller of the two, with lean muscle and scars covering his pale body. His platinum blonde fringe hung loosely over his forehead, a stark improvement from the slicked back style Hermione remembered from their youth. His Sectumsempra scar stretched from his right shoulder and spread over the expanse of his torso, disappearing into his boxer briefs. She had the urge to pull them down just to see where it led. Hermione wondered if the stretched skin was sensitive, wondered what he'd feel if she ran her tongue along the jagged lines. He licked his lips as he followed her eyes.
In almost perfect contrast, Theo had broad shoulders and beautiful, golden skin. His dark hair was sideswept and curled slightly at the ends. Hermione noted the tattoos that covered his chest and stomach, intricate linework pieced together forming a large, black dragon. Its mouth hung open wide, breathing flames that spread over Theo’s shoulders and onto his back. She hadn’t heard about that from the gossip at the Ministry.
Hermione wondered if anyone else knew who the dragon represented as she processed this new onslaught of information. She wanted to know more—wanted to know everything—but another part of her was still hesitant. She felt the need to proceed with caution if she decided to act on her desires.
Finished waiting for a reaction from Hermione, Theo made the first move, stepping towards her to grasp her hands in his.
He leaned down to nudge her jaw with his nose before whispering in her ear, “What do you say, Golden Girl? Will you give us a chance?”
He nipped at her earlobe and pulled away, waiting expectantly.
“A…a chance for what, exactly? She all but stuttered.
Draco reached out and lightly grasped her wrist just above Theo’s hold, running his thumb softly across her skin. His deep voice sent chills down her spine. “A chance to convince you that you were made for us.”
Something about this was slightly reminiscent of Theo’s silly pickup lines he often tossed at Hermione in the Ministry lifts, and she suddenly felt like they were toying with her. She pushed through them and left the bathroom, intent to find her shoes and get to the floo.
“Bet you say that to all the girls.” They didn’t want her, they just wanted to fuck her. And while that wasn’t the worst way she could spend a Sunday morning, she was far too sober for mind games.
“No, Granger. Just you.” Draco drawled.
This made her pause, unable to process the situation. Theo’s eyes were wide and hopeful as he took a few hesitant steps in her direction. “Hermione. Please stay.”
It was kind of endearing, hearing someone plead for her in this way. Especially when she had been convinced by a particular ginger arsehole that no one would want to be with her if she kept being an ‘unspontaneous, controlling bitch.’
Tell that to the two gorgeous men vying for her attention, she thought. She had been pretty fucking spontaneous last night. What she wouldn't give to rub this all in Ronald's face.
Draco’s steps towards her were more assertive though he continued to let Theo lead. “We had fun last night, didn’t we, Granger? That was just a taste.”
“Let us show you how good we can be.” Theo placed his hands on Hermione’s waist and stared into her, his green eyes sparkling and hopeful.
Draco grasped Theo’s shoulder and squeezed, as if to reassure him. Her gaze met Draco’s, and something about his open expression made her feel warm inside. She saw rare vulnerability in his mercury eyes. He was letting her see to the very depths of him. He clearly cared deeply for Theo and would do whatever it took to ensure they were happy together. Perhaps they would care for her too. Maybe they were telling the truth. Maybe they actually wanted her. And if they were lying, at least it would make one hell of a story.
She thought of the possible aftermath and chuckled to herself. Maybe she could get a T-shirt that said: "I Fucked Two Death Eaters and All I Got Was This Lousy T-Shirt." OR maybe it would be the time of her life. Only one way to tell...
“Okay.”
“Okay?”
“Show me.” She crossed her arms and waited.
Theo wasted no time, crashing his lips to hers. He kissed her deeply as her mouth opened up to welcome him. He began backing her up step by step as they kissed until her legs hit the side of the bed, letting his eager hands slide up and down her body, pausing only when they reached the hem of her dress.
“Yes,” she said automatically, knowing he was going to ask permission.
Theo let out a quiet moan as he pushed up her dress. Draco stepped closer to Theo, placing both hands on his shoulders now, holding him in a firm grip. His silver eyes locked on Hermione as Theo exposed her breast, latching his mouth onto her nipple and tracing it with his tongue. His fingers slipped between her thighs, teasing her gently, sliding around her center in lazy circles. Hermione’s chest heaved with want as she struggled to keep her eyes open. She knew Draco would want her to look at him.
Draco ran his tongue along Theo’s neck and bit him, eliciting a gasp from Hermione.
“Fuck," Theo muttered, releasing her breast and standing to his full height. He angled his neck, giving Draco more access.
Their dynamic intrigued Hermione. She felt the want come from deep inside her.
Draco continued biting and licking, holding Hermione’s gaze the whole time. She watched in fascination as Theo played with her. She was amazed with the way they touched each other, so familiar and comfortable. Draco roved his hands languidly over Theo's body, moving down to his waist and back up to the nape of his neck with practiced precision. He ran his fingers through Theo's dark hair and jerked his head back slightly, still sucking a purple bruise into Theo's pulse point at his neck. Hermione was on the verge of exploding. Squirming with need, her core clenched on the emptiness. She needed more. More, more, more.
She was almost afraid to interrupt, but she couldn't help herself. “Please,” she begged.
Draco’s eyes darkened to a stormy grey as he paused his work on Theo’s neck. “Please, what, pet?”
“Please. I need—I need…more. Please.”
A crooked grin spread across Theo’s face as he tilted his head back to Draco, resting against his firm chest. “She wants more, Draco. Can we give her more?”
Draco placed his lips to Theo’s earlobe and breathed in a low whisper, “Give her anything she wants.”
Hermione shuddered as Theo picked her up and wrapped her legs around his waist. He took her lips in a firm kiss as he spun them, falling back onto the bed so Hermione could straddle his lap.
Theo grasped at the fabric of Hermione’s dress, bunching it in his fists and sliding it over her head. Now she was completely nude and suddenly incredibly self-conscious. She quickly folded her arms over her chest as a blush crept up her neck, tinging her cheekbones in pink.
Draco stepped behind her and gently placed his hands over hers, interlacing their fingers and slowly moving her arms to her side. He whispered into her hair, “Don’t cover yourself, Granger. Let us see you.” He slid his hand up and wrapped it softly around her throat, holding her possessively. “This body should be worshipped. Let us take care of you.”
Hermione could hardly understand that Draco Malfoy was whispering sweet nothings to her while she was naked on top of Theodore Nott. How had this escalated so quickly? She was entirely under their spell. She couldn’t find it in her to resist, even if she wanted to. And at this point, she most certainly did not.
Hermione sighed into Draco’s hold and undulated her hips on Theo, feeling him hard and ready between her legs. She bit her bottom lip and gave Theo a sly smile, deciding to take control, if only for a moment.
Reaching into Theo’s boxers, she gripped him in her hand as he groaned her name. She pulled him out and rose up on her knees, notching his cock in her entrance. She wasn’t sure what she was waiting for, but before she could think, Draco commanded, “Sit.”
Hermione gratefully obeyed, sinking herself onto Theo. He put his hands on her hips and guided her, rocking her on top of him until she began moving on her own.
Draco was at her back again, placing hot, wet kisses along her neck. “That’s it,” he whispered breathily, “just like that. Ride him. Use him.”
His words spurred her on as she picked up the pace, grinding herself onto him enthusiastically. Theo stared up at her as if in a trance, eyes hooded and jaw slackened.
He bucked his hips up into Hermione and she screamed, her orgasm taking her by surprise. She rode it out as wave after wave crashed down on her, covering her body in a warm and relaxed sensation.
As her movements slowed, Draco tsked in her ear. “Not finished yet, Granger, are we?”
She shook her head in a daze as she continued slowly grinding. “N—no.”
“No what?”
“No, sir.”
Theo and Draco groaned simultaneously, clearly pleased with her unexpected response.
She heard Draco mutter a quiet incantation and felt a wet tingling as he swirled his fingers around her backside.
“OH.” She jumped slightly, surprised and unsure of how she felt with his fingers back there.
“Come on,” he cooed. “Let us see just how you brave you are, Gryffindor.” He said the last word like a curse, making her shiver with anticipation.
Draco pressed one finger into her ass and she gasped, feeling the fireworks already building behind her eyes. He moved his finger gently into her, allowing her to get used to the stretch. This was all so incredibly foreign to Hermione, she reveled in the feeling. He slipped a second finger in, still careful in his movements as he worked her.
“OH. Oh yes. Yes, more,” she begged, writhing on top of Theo.
“Relax, pet. We’re going to make you feel so good.”
She could only whimper in response. Draco slid his fingers out and positioned his cock at her back entrance. He pushed into her agonizingly slowly as he talked her through it.
His voice was smooth like velvet as he filled her. “That’s right. You can take us both. You’re doing so good, pet. Fuck, yes." He pumped himself inside her, creating the most delicious friction between his cock and Theo's.
Hermione had never felt so full in her life. She moved on Theo and back into Draco, keeping up with the steady rhythm. She let her pleasure take over, listening only to the sweet sounds of their bodies colliding. There was no way to explain the feeling, it was just right. Like some piece of her was missing before, and now she was whole.
Her orgasm peaked as she screamed and moaned their names. Theo's grip on her waist was a vice as he thrusted up into her before he came with a grunt. Draco fell soon after, spilling into her as his head fell to rest on her shoulder. They were all completely spent and tingling with the aftershocks.
So, this was it. She had asked them to show her, and they did exactly that. And more. They had completely ruined her for any other man. How could she want anything other than this? Her two sexy, depraved, body worshipping Death Eaters—former Death Eaters, her mind corrected—destroying her in the best possible way. Hermione Granger was well and thoroughly fucked. And she loved it.