Magical Lineage

The last week before the school year started was busy. Hermione had several staff meetings, along with individual teacher meetings to set up house specific library time. O.W.L. study time. N.E.W.T.S. study time., along with a hundred other small details to prepare for a school full of students. McGonagall had conducted a final walk through the and complimented her profusely on her set up and preparedness of the Library. “Miss Granger, I can’t tell you how happy we are to have you on staff.”

Hermione had proposed a new tutoring program between houses, and everyone seemed to be very receptive. Professor Amordeus, new Head of Ravenclaw, offered his services in helping to schedule and supervise the evening hours tutoring schedule. “I can’t thank you enough for your help with the tutoring program Professor.” She was helping him carry supplies to his classroom. “Congratulations again on your Head of House position.”

“Thank you Miss Granger, I was very surprised and honored when Headmistress told me that the Board of Governor’s approve my placement. When I applied, I had not really thought I would be considered because it is my first full year, and I just moved here from Greece.”

“First full year?”

He clarified, “Yes, well last year I did work here, but it was to cover for Professor Sprout when she needed to take care of her sister. So I guess it is technically my second year, but my first as a full fledged Hogwarts staff member. Teaching my own class.

“Yes, well, in my opinion they made a very sound decision.” Hermione couldn’t keep the slight irritated tone from her voice. When she saw the expression on her colleague’s face, she knew she needed to explain. “Please don’t get me wrong, I believe with all my heart that you are the perfect person for the position of Ravenclaw Head. I am just a little bitter at the board.” Having reached Amordeus’ classroom, she put the basket of parchment she was carrying on his desk. “You see, unlike other countries, here in wizarding Britain, witches are very limited in their freedoms. We have made strides in expanding our rights, but, it seems when it comes to working, not so much.”

Amordeus placed the boxes he carried on the worktable behind his desk. “How do you mean?”

“Well as you know I am in the repopulation program, and it seems even though I have waited three years to become Hogwarts’ Head Librarian, I will be out of a job when I become pregnant.” She sat down in one of the student desks. “Well McGonagall seems to think we can hold them off until after I actually become a mum. They may let me continue in my position during my pregnancy as long as I am able to hide it and it doesn’t become a ‘hinderance’. Bloody hell. These men and their antiquated ideas of women.”

To his credit Professor Amordeus was genuinely incensed on her behalf. “That is ludicrous. Witches are able to work and maintain a family. Granted it is easier if there is a support system, husband, partner, grandparents or family. But I am living proof that a single mother on her own, with very little resources can raise a child on her own.” Hermione realized that the look on her face must have made him realize he had revealed more to her than he had intended. “Sorry, I’m sure you don’t want to hear about me.” Then perfectly deflecting, “What do your wizards say?”

She shook her head and held in a laughed, “Well Draco is attacking this problem head on, using all the legal avenues he can find.”

Amordeus was nodding his head, “That makes sense. From the little I have heard about Mr. Malfoy he seems quite level headed and focused.”

Biting her lip and thinking about how to word her response, “Well, I wouldn’t say he is exactly ‘level headed’. He was so pissed we are now missing a few trees on the grounds. He is very focused when he has a task to accomplish and right now this topic has become one of his highest priorities.”

“That’s great. And your other wizard, Mr. Nott, is he as level headed and focused?” He inquired.

She did laugh at his question about Theo, “Oh Theo, Theo is the furthest thing from level headed when he believes I have been slighted. Don’t get me wrong, Draco is just as prone to anger as Theo, he just thinks through is reactions more analytically. Theo, while just as focused, is more reactionary. He would be more likely to strike first and ask later, if he thinks I am being unjustly treated.”

To his credit, Professor Amordeus, did not seem surprised. “That is a good attribute in a partner. Is it not?”

She felt the smile cross her face, “Yes I suppose it is but I am forever taking their wands from them. They have taken to drawing and aiming them at the slightest insinuated insult.”

A slight shudder went through him, “Well then I will do my best to show you the utmost respect at all times.”

She stood to take her leave, “I’m sure you are nothing like some of the wizards I have had to deal with. It seems like the magical ministry in Greece is more open minded and accepting than Britain. Hopefully we will get there someday.” Then she added, “Is there anything else I can help you with. If not I promised Poppy I would help her with one last supplies inventory.”

“No. Thank you so much for all of your help.” He walked her to the door of his classroom.

Before she walked down the hall she turned back, “Oh by the way, you’ll get a chance to meet Theo today, he is stopping by to deliver some potions to Poppy.”

“Really. So he’s a Potioneer?”

She couldn’t keep the pride from her voice, “He is. He’s actually a level two. Draco and I are trying to get him to finish his studies and become a Master. But with our recent grouping in the repopulation program, and impending fatherhood he feels it might not be the time. Anyway, he spoke to McGonagall and has made arrangements to supply Hogwarts with their medical potions. He figured this would alleviate some of the burden from Professor MacGregor.”

Professor Demetrius Amordeus smiled, but for a fraction of a second Hermione had thought she saw apprehension. But then the wizard smiled and nodded his head. “That would be lovely. I look forward to meeting your Mr. Nott.”

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Theo had spent all morning gathering his potions for Madam Pomfrey. He worked hard to make sure to provide her with enough potions that she would not run out during the term. Some of the standard, blood replenishing, burn salve, pepper up, sleeping aids of all levels, stomach upset, bone growing. But he also made sure to include some of is own creations. A combined pepper up with a subtle relaxation potion. When he told Poppy about it, he explained that it would allow a student that had been up all night revising, to not only be awake but also relax prior to taking a test. He created this one because he was a hot mess before tests. He knew he wouldn’t do better than Hermione, but he could tie Draco for second, if only he could be rid of his anxiety over test taking. He created a salve imbued bandage that when applied to a burn or irritation, would speed healing and minimize if not outright prevent scarring.

Draco stopped into the lab while Theo was closing the last of the boxes. “Are you heading to Hogwarts now?”

“Yes. Did you need me?”

Crossing the room, the blond took the time to look over the boxes. “Madam Pomfrey is going to really appreciate all of this.” Biting his lip, he finally looked up and found beautiful blue eyes watching him, waiting patiently to hear what he had to say. “Are you scared?”

Since the two have spoken of very little else since Hermione’s appointment last week. Theo didn’t need any further explanation of the question posed to him. He closed the distance and cupped the other man’s face. Theo leaned in and gently kissed him. “Fucking terrified.” Then the smile crossed his face, “But I know that with you and Hermione by my side, I can do anything. Even be a father.” Giving him a second more chased kiss, “Are you scared? Are you having doubts?”

Draco leaned so his forehead touched Theo’s, “Scared yes. Doubts no.”

“What are you scared about?”

“I’m scared that I’ll be a shit father. I’m scared that the pregnancy will be a lot on her. I made the mistake of researching multiple births. They are riskier than single births, which carry their own level of risk.” To his credit, Theo didn’t say anything, he just waited until Draco was ready to continue. Since the war, it isn’t often that he saw the Malfoy heir scared or worried. “Do you know how much a woman’s body goes through just to have a baby? I worry that maybe we shouldn’t do the multiple pregnancies. Maybe we should do single births. She’s so little. She’ll be at a higher risk of complications.”

Theo nodded his understanding. “I have done my own reading and have talked to mum’s medi witch about pregnancies and birth procedures. I know they are dangerous. Mum told me that my own mother had trouble when she was pregnant with me. She had difficulty delivering me. But then mum told me something that, as a man I couldn’t have ever known. She said that when most woman carry a child, they feel a closeness to everything. She will have a new awareness of her body, her surroundings and environment. Her body not only creates that life, but it nurtures, protects, feeds, and loves it. Mum said, for most women, there is no closer bond than a mother to her child. Her every instinct, consciously and subconsciously, is to protect and love that baby. We can talk to her tonight and tell her our concerns.” Theo wrapped his arms around his wizard and held him tight. After a few minutes, they pulled apart. “I better get going, After I drop these boxes in the infirmary, I promised our witch that I would take her to Hogsmeade for lunch.” Chuckling and shaking his head, “You know how she gets when she’s hungry.”

Draco walked him to the floo, “I think I’m going to take the afternoon off and join you.” He watched as Theo’s smirk turned into a huge smile. “Shut up. Don’t say a word. I just need to be with you both. Plus, I haven’t seen her personal rooms yet.”

Theo couldn’t wipe the smile from his face. “She is going to be over the moon that you are with me.”

Draco picked up a box, “Come on let’s go surprise our little witch.”

They stepped through the floo and were in Hermione’s personal rooms. Her sitting room was empty. Just as they were about to call out for her, Fred Weasley’s ghost appeared. “Hey there Nott. Hmmm Malfoy, I didn’t know you were coming today.”

Draco nodded his head to the ‘man’ “Hi Fred. Last minute decision.”

Theo smiled, “Hey there Weasley. Draco thought he would come and surprise Hermione.” He shifted his box from one arm to the other. “Where’s our little librarian?”

“Well I was told that when you got here, after you make your delivery to the infirmary you should head out to the quidditch pitch.”

Both wizards said at the same time. “The pitch?”

Theo wondered, “Why does she want to meet out there?”

The ghost just shrugged is shoulders and floated toward the door. “Dunno. She’s your witch.” He went through the wall, then stuck his head back in, “See you around.”

Draco shrugged, maybe she wanted you to see with the new design?” then he laughed, “Though I can’t imagine what she would find interesting about he design of the new pitch. The witch wasn’t interested in it when we were here playing it.”

“Come on, let’s get these to Madam Pomfrey so we could see what our girl is up to.”

The infirmary was all new. After the war, most of the building had been destroyed, They noted that Madam Pomfrey now had a small glass office, the new vantage point would allow her to see the entire infirmary. They noticed that the beds were of a new design, along with the spacing and privacy screens that retracted into the walls rather than the folding screens or pull drapes.

Theo stopped and looked around. Draco knew he was thinking about the night they snuck in. The night she had been petrified after seeing the basilisk’s reflection. He was sure that Madam Pomfrey had seen them enter, yet she went to her supply cupboard and left them with Hermione.

Theo’s voice was raw. “I thought she was going to die that night. She was always saving their asses. Always researching or investigating or experimenting to help them. Or get them out of trouble.” He sighed, a deep tired sigh. “Then she wound up here again, after the ministry.”

Draco swallowed, “I know. We couldn’t get in to see her. I about died when mum and dad made us leave. Made us come home after the attack on the Ministry. I remember begging mum to find out what happen to her.” He stopped talking, lost in the memory. “Mum finally told me that all of the injured were sent to St. Mungo’s. She couldn’t find out anything more about specific patients, but that everyone was going to recover.”

Just then Madam Pomfrey came into the room. “Oh Hello there Mr. Nott. Mr. Malfoy. I’m sorry I was in the supply room making sure that there was enough room for your very generous donation.” She stopped and noticed their demeanor. “It’s very different from when you were students. I – Well I couldn’t – after the war and all the loss. So many were lost. I didn’t want to have them design it the same as before. We needed a change. This is a new school with a new philosophy so might as well have a new infirmary.”

Draco cleared his throat. “Yes. Well where would you like these supplies?”

The older witch smiled, her eyes shining with the unshed tears that her memories caused. “Please follow me.” She led the way to the medical supply room. When they put the boxes on the worktable in the center of the room,

Theo took the shrinking charm off them, they returned to their true size. “Do you need help unpacking them?”

“Oh no dear. Thank you for your help. I really appreciate all that you’ve done to make sure we have what we need.” Patting his arm. “You boys go find your witch. I got this.”

Theo turned to leave, but Draco didn’t, he waited. “Dra?”

The blond didn’t look at him, he looked to the medi witch, “Did you know?” She looked at him and just smiled. “Did you know we were here that night to see her?”

Her smiled was joined with a nod, “I did.” She took his hand into hers. “I knew. I knew the way you and Mr. Nott looked at her and watched her and even witnessed how you deterred others from hurting her.” Neither wizard said anything. “So to answer your unspoken question, Yes Mr. Malfoy I knew. I knew you both loved her. Oh maybe it wasn’t love in the beginning, but I was sure given enough time and the right circumstance it would became love.”

Theo watched Draco Malfoy, one of the loves of his life, Probably the least likely person to ever knowingly show vulnerability in public, lean down and kiss the witch on her cheek. “Thank you.”

The medi witch again patted his hand and smiled. “Tsk. Tsk. Go find your witch. She said she was promised lunch. You know she gets grumpy when she’s hungry.” They all laughed at her very accurate description. The wizards took their leave.

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Hermione was flying around the quidditch pitch when Fred appeared next to her. “Hello Love. Your wizards are here.”

She slowed her speed. “Wizards? As in more than one?”

“Yes.”

“Theo and Draco are here?”

“Yes.”

“Both of them? Together?”

“Woman, I’m not sure how many more ways you need me to clarify that two wizards are here to see you. They are your wizards. They are the only two you are involved with, unless you haven’t told me something. So let me say as clear as I can, Draco Malfoy and Theo Nott are here. They were in your rooms. They were delivering supplies to Madam Pomfrey. Then they are coming here to meet you.” She stopped and was holding a hovering position about fifty feet above the ground. He floated in front of her with his arms crossed.

She smiled. When Fred saw the smile, he knew the mischievous witch was ready to play. She pointed to the Slytherin tunnel and he saw the broom. “Shoot I didn’t know Draco was coming. I need one for him.”

“Bloody hell woman. They are going to lose their minds.” Realizing she wanted them to fly with her, “Accio Dean’s old broom. It’s older but it still has good reaction time.”

She flew down to where she had a broom for Theo. Putting her arm out and called the suggested broom. As soon as it flew into her hands she placed it next to the waiting one.” Then she heard voices coming from the Slytherin tunnel. “She flew high above the seats, taking a position over the Slytherin section.

Fred hovered next to her. putting her finger over her lips, indicating he was to be quiet. She could hear them, so they must be at the entrance to the tunnel. Draco spoke first. “Where do you think she is?”

Theo sounded completely confused. “I don’t know. I found her out here one other time. Do you suppose she has a new found love of the sport?”

Draco laughed. “I’m pretty sure that’s not it. That girl would bring books to games.” Just then both men jumped as the witch in question yelled down to them. They looked up and both men froze. Draco came to his senses first. “Fuck Hermione what are you doing up there? Honey stay put we’ll come get you. Just hold on”

Theo looked around, fear in his eyes. “Kitten how did you wind up on a broom. Fuck where are the brooms? Draco I’ll grab some brooms you be prepared to use a wind charm to lessen her fall.”

Just then, showing great control, she slowly lowered her broom to about ten feet above their heads, “I don’t need either of you to save me, But if you can catch me you can do whatever you want to me.” She flew a wide arc around them. “But if you lose I get to dictate what you two do to each other.” Then she shot up into the air.

Theo and Draco called the brooms to them and were mounted and flying within seconds of her departure. Draco shouted, “Where the bloody hell did she learn to fly?”

Theo was laughing, “I don’t know but fuck if my cock isn’t rock hard at the sight of her on that broom.” He leaned his upper body down closer to the broom, increasing his speed. “This broom is shit, it’s has to be at least five years old.” Draco laughed, “Sorry mate that one is probably closer to seven years, I think, mine might be even older.” He watched as the little witch flew around the pitch and under the Ravenclaw stand. “Where did she go?”

Theo slowed and flew straight up in the air. “She should be coming out between Ravenclaw and Slytherin” Both he and Draco headed to the gap between the student stands.

Hermione took advantage of her knowledge of the new pitch design, there are underground tunnels that now allow the students to visit, interact and even watch from another house’s section. All part of building new inter house relations. Everyone is encouraged to interact and socialize with other houses. So when she emerges on the other side of the field, behind her wizards, she can’t help but taunt them. “Hmmm what shall I have Theo do to you Draco?”

Spinning on their brooms. Theo yells out, “How did you get over their?”

Draco laughs. “Sneaky witch.” As he begins to fly toward her, she flips her broom, actually spinning herself in a summersault roll that Fred taught her last week. Her stomach finally getting used to the move. The first time she did it she was nauseous all afternoon. Madam Pomfrey had to give her a fizzy potion.

Theo blanched at the move, but Draco squared his shoulders, “I know that move. That is a Weasley move. You got that ghost to teach you how to fly.” He took off after her. “Oh Sweetheart, you are definitely going over my knee. Theo and I would have loved to teach you how to fly.”

Hermione felt her pussy clench at the threat of a spanking. A fleeting thought of letting herself be caught, but then her competitive nature took over. “Well if you catch me you can spank me. But if you don’t, maybe I’ll have Theo spank you.”

Theo shouted his approve, “I’m not particular on who gets spanked as long as someone’s ass is red.” They hovered in a standoff. Hermione was over the Gryffindor section, Draco was over Slytherin and Theo was over Hufflepuff. “Tell us Kitten, what is our race route?”

Hermione hedged her way to the Ravenclaw stands. “One turn around the lake, a quick fly by Hagrid’s hut to the greenhouse. Then back here. If I make it back to center pitch before you catch me, I win.”

Draco taunted, “You know it’s not really fair to you Love, Theo and I have so much more experience flying. Maybe we should give you a head start. Say thirty seconds?” They look to Theo who gives a slight nod in agreement.

She laughs and shrugs her shoulders, “That’s fine by me. But you should know you both have shit brooms.” With those last five words she takes off in a blur.

Theo flies next to Draco, “Fuck, what broom is she riding?”

The blonde just shook his head and laughed, “I don’t know but I’m certain we have been hustled.” When thirty seconds hits they take off after the witch, she is already more than halfway around the lake. They can hear her laughing as she takes a turn and chances a look over her shoulder. Draco can’t help be struck by her beauty and the pure joy lighting up her face.

Hermione looked over her shoulders and saw that both wizards were gaining on her, but with the head start they gave her and the age and condition of their brooms, she was still confident that she would win this race. Hagrid was outside his hut tending to his garden when she flew past him. He raised his hand, but when he saw the two wizards rounding the lake, rather than flag her down he yelled, “Go Her’mioney. You can do it.” He had helped her last week, best her time on this particular race route while practicing her flying.

Theo pulled ahead of Draco, and as he approached Hagrid’s hut, he saw Hermione pulling around the greenhouse. He wasn’t sure that he was going to beat her back to the pitch but FUCK she was beautiful. Her hair blowing in the wind and her cheeks rosy red from the combination of wind and laughing. He was making his way to the greenhouse when she smiled in his direction and waved at him.

Draco flew past Hagrid’s hut as Hermione began her return to the Quidditch pitch, She was most definitely going to win the race, but Salazar’s balls he would lose a thousand races to hear her laugh and taunt them. As she flew past him she blew him a kiss. He couldn’t help but howl out laughing. He yelled after her, “Cheeky witch.”

Theo was just rounding the turn to head to the pitch when Draco used a seeker move and cut tight around the green house. He pulled in his leaner frame which increased his speed, allowing him to almost catch up. As the blonde caught up to him he shouted, “Our witch knows how to fly. Bloody hell she is truly magnificent.”

Hermione landed in center field and turned just as the two wizards were flying over the student stands. When they landed next to her, she was laughing at the stunned looks on their faces.

Bewitched by her radiant smile, Theo dropped his broom and scooped her up. Capturing her lips in a bruising controlling kiss. “Baby where did you learn to fly like that?”

But before she could catch her breath, Draco pulled her to him and devoured her mouth, his tongue dominating, controlling. “I am so fucking thrilled that you know how to fly.” Tongue fucking her mouth again. “But I want to bare your ass right here and fucking belt it for letting someone else teach you how to fly. I know that roll. That was one of Fred Weasley’s signature moves to avoid a bludger.”

Hermione finally caught her breath, and found her voice. She cupped Draco’s face, “My Love, Fred did teach me that move but he did NOT teach me to fly.”

Theo pushed himself against her back, while her front was against Draco’s, “Well then who taught you?”

She smiled a truly Slytherin smile and said the last name either of them could have imagined. “Narcissa.”

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After Hermione explained that Narcissa taught her how to fly when they were in Tuscany, and she has been practicing in secret. The wizards walked to the broom shed to store their borrowed brooms. Draco couldn’t help but comment, “Those brooms you gave us really were shit. I think mine was from fourth year.”

Hermione laughed, “Yeah probably something like that. The only thing Fred did was make sure I had the newest broom and teach me that roll.” She grabbed both of their hands and entwined her fingers with theirs. “But it doesn’t matter because I won the race and I will be in charge of our play tonight.”

Theo leaned in just behind her ear, she felt warm breath as he whispered, “My dirty little girl going to have us doing filthy things to each other while she watches and plays with our pussy?” She felt her steps falter.

Draco noted how responsive she was to Theo’s dirty words. Catching Theo’s eye, he took his turn, “Are you going to have us suck each other off or would you like to suck his cock while I fuck him? Maybe you would like me to spray my cream all over his beautiful face.” The witch paused for a second, her mouth falling open and her tongue licking her bottom lip.

Theo smiled at the other wizard, and winked, “For the record I vote YES to all of Draco’s suggestions. But lunch first.”

Draco nodded his head, “Yes lunch first.”

Hermione stopped walking and given their hands were intertwined, the two wizards stopped also. “Ummm. I’m not really that hungry. We could just go home now.” Then as if she was thinking better of it, “Or we could just go up to my rooms.”

Theo moved to her front, so close she was enveloped in his cloves and cedar wood scent. He tucked a stray hair behind her ear, “I thought you had told Madam Pomfrey you were starving. I want to make sure you eat Love.”

“No. No. I’m not ‘starrrrving’ actually. I may be a little peck-ish, but I could wait until after we play.”

Draco stood against her back, the smell of parchment and spring rain flooded her senses. His breath warm against her neck, as he spoke, “I think it would be very irresponsible if we took advantage of you and burned up all your energies without feeding you first.”

Both men pushed against her, Draco to her back and Theo to her front. Their smells, their size, their magic overwhelmed her. She closed her eyes and gave herself over to her bodies need for them. She could feel their hard cocks against her. Both men kissing, licking and biting her neck and shoulders.

Her voice was little more than a whisper, “No. I don’t think you’re taking advantage of me. I think- I think-“, pausing as if thinking about her words. Her head falling back against Draco’s chest, “Oh Please, I think we should go up to my rooms and play.”

Theo chucked against her jaw as his tongue licked a path from behind her ear to her lips. “Are you sure Kitten? If we go upstairs, Dra and I are going to do filthy things to your sweet little body.”

Draco bit down on her pulse point then licked the sting away. “We could play with you in your rooms.” Bite. Lick. “Then go to lunch.” Bite. Lick.

Her senses overloaded and her desire for the men so great. Hermione’s body ached to be touch by her men. “Please. Please I want you to fuck me in my rooms.” She begged.

That was all it took for them to lose hold of their control. Theo’s head fell forward, touching his forehead against hers. “I am at Hogwarts with Hermione Granger and she is swearing and pleading to be used by two dirty, filthy, depraved snakes.”

As both men stepped away from her and her head cleared, she couldn’t contain herself, “Snakes who are both shit at flying.”

Draco threw her over his shoulder, her front draped over and laying against his back with her ass in the air. Casting a notice me not charm and silencing charm, the two wizards carried her through the school. Racing up the back stairs to her private rooms.

After Draco placed her on her bed, Hermione locked and warded the room. He watched her lay back on the bed, her hair fanning out around her. “Theo, Love will you please take care of our beautiful witch’s clothes.”

Theo smiled and with a wave of his hand, all her clothes were off and in a folded pile on the chair. Draco nodded his approval. They watched as Hermione slowly dragged her hands down her body, stopping at her beautiful breasts, to squeeze them. She pinched her nipples between her thumbs and forefinger, causing her back to arch off the bed. “Ohhhh” The moan that escaped her perfect mouth had both men groaning.

She felt their eyes on her. First looking at Theo, she saw the fire in his eyes. His vision completely focused on what she was doing to herself. His hands fisted at his sides, as if it was taking all his control to not touch her. His voice strained, “Woman. You’re going to fucking kill me.”

Letting her view travel to Draco. He seemed to be transfixed, his jaw tight, his breathing heavy and he was biting his lip. “Fucking hell. Keep going.” His voice dropping low, becoming graveling. “Spread your legs wider Sweetheart.” Not a suggestion. A command.

Pulling her feet up toward her bum, she opened her legs, letting them fall to the bed. Theo licked his lips. “Our girl’s cunt is perfect. Always wet and ready for us.” Swallowing as his hand slid to the front of his slacks, cupping himself through the fabric. “Touch yourself Love. Reach your hand down and slide it through your pussy lips.” He watched her small hand slide down and slip through her folds.

“Mhhhhh Ohhhh.”

Draco watched, his focus on her tiny hand sliding down. Her fingers sliding through and spreading her open. They were coated and shining with her juices. Theo continued. “Use your hand to hold yourself open. Show us that delicious, tight little hole.” She spread herself open with two fingers and the wizard groaned. “Fucking heaven.”

Draco took over. “Slip the tip of your finger in. Just the tip Sweetheart.” They watched as her finger pushed at her opening, and just the tip slipped in.

She closed her eyes and opened her mouth allowing a breathy cry to escape. “Ohhh Draco, More. Please can I put more in?”

“Open your eyes Baby.” Grey eyes locked to brown. “Push your finger all the way in Sweetheart. Slowly.” As her middle finger disappeared, he grabbed his cock through his slacks, needing to adjust himself. “Such a Good Girl.” He praised.

Theo watched as her finger slipped in and out. “Fucking hell I need to eat that pussy. I need to bury my tongue in her and fucking feast.” With those words he dropped to his knees next to the bed, putting his face so close to her center, breathing in her scent. The raven haired wizard rubbed his face slowly against her inner thigh, kissing and nipping and licking. He continued taking deep breaths in.” Fuuuuuck. You smell so good. I am addicted to your scent Kitten.”

Draco watched Theo gently rub his face and hands over her creamy soft skin. It’s so obvious how much Theo adores the woman laid out in front of them. This extraordinary witch so easily opens herself, body and soul, to them. He just watched as the wizard loses himself in her.

Hermione could feel Theo’s warm breath against her wet center, his mouth was so close but not touching her. He seemed mesmerized as he watched her fingers play. He was breathing in her scent, exhaling warm breath over her needy pussy. It was driving her absolutely fucking insane. She wanted his mouth on her. Arching her back and trying to push down toward him. wanting his mouth, his tongue and teeth. “Theo please. Please.” Feeling his breath puff against her, not sure if he was smiling or sighing. She was so willing to beg. “Please lick me. I need your tongue.”

Her words bypassed his brain and head right to his cock, He wanted nothing more than to dive in and feast, but there was so much more he was going to do first. “I will lick you Baby. I promise. But first I need to play with this beautiful perfect pussy.” The witch let out a groan of frustration, which made him chuckle. But he slowly ran his finger through her folds, spreading them open, “Such a sweet, pretty little pussy.” He watched as his fingers slid up and down, from her clit to her beautiful opening, where he slipped one finger in. “Fucking magic. I love how your body lets me in.” Feeling her velvety walls, the heat and wet of her sucking him in. Pulling out he added a second finger and pushed in. Then a third.

Draco’s cock was straining as he watched Theo’s fingers slowly stroke the witch, Building her need. Hermione arched back and tried to close her legs, as she cried Theo’s name. “No. No. Sweetheart. Keep your legs open. You know Theo likes to play with your sweet little body.” Half lidded brown eyes looked up at him, her mouth open in a forgot cry. “Do you want me to play with you too Baby? Reaching her tiny hand out, inviting him to join them. Just like Theo, he was still fully clothed as he crawled onto the bed. His mouth falling to hers and kissing her like a man starved and she was his last meal.

Theo, still kneeling on the floor by the side of the bed, his cock was so hard and leaking in his undershorts. Mesmerized by the three fingers fucking Hermione’s sweet hole. He pushed deep and stroked her inner walls. He felt the telltale flutter that she was building to her release. “That’s our girl. So gods damned proud of you. You fucking flew today. You looked so beautiful. I feel you baby. I know you need to come, do it.” The three fingers held deep inside her, stroking her front wall, while his other hand pushed down on her lower abdomen. Finally the thumb that had been softly rubbing her clit moved and was replaced by his mouth. Sucking and biting hard. Draco was biting and pinching her tits. Marking her and pushing her harder toward her bliss.

“Theoooo. Oh” She was begging and panting. Pushing herself toward his face. “Your mouth. I love your mouth.”

He couldn’t deny her anymore. His girl needed him. His fingers which had been softly stroking her front wall intensified their pressure. His tongue licked her swollen bud. Her taste causing him to lose control. A growl escaping his throat. He wrapped his lips around her clit and sucked while the tip of his tongue stroked and flicked. Theo was aware of his witch screaming from the assault his mouth was executing to her most sensitive area.

Hermione felt as if her entire body was tightening, The second Theo’s mouth latched onto her clit and Draco bit her nipple hard, she screamed her release. Their names a prayer, “Oh, gods, Theooooo Dracooooo. Fucking hell. Right there Right There Right Therrrrrrrrrrrr” She felt as though a river were leaving her body.

Theo felt the flood of hot liquid hit his fingers, a second before Hermione squirted her orgasm all over his mouth, chin and neck.

Draco bit down hard on her nipple, needing to mark her. His other hand kneading and squeezing her other breast hard. Knowing tomorrow there will be teeth and fingertip bruises left as evidence of today’s play. He watched Theo heads between her parted legs, that man loved eating her cunt. Draco knew the second her orgasm hit, as she cried out. But he also heard Theo’s possessive animalistic growl, “MINE” Draco was mesmerized as Hermione’s orgasm squirted all over Theo’s face. He witnessed his wizard latch on sucking and licking her. Trying to consume every drop. The scene had the blond rutting his trouser clad cock against the bed. All he could hear was Theo’s mouth lapping, sucking and moaning along with Hermione’s whimpers and pants of exhaustion.

Her body spent. Her muscles weak and shaking. Hermione lay on her bed, naked, sweaty and sated. Theo’s head was still between her legs. Feather soft kisses and gentle licks peppered across her flesh. His silky hair brushing against her sensitive thighs. Draco had been kissing her mouth possessively before and during her orgasm, but now she felt soft gentle kisses, licks and nips on her lips, jaw and neck He was still playing with her breasts but now it was more soft and reverent rather than lascivious.

Draco whispered in between kisses. “That’s our girl. You did so good. You came all over Theo’s face. Look how fucking happy he is. He drank every drop you gave him Sweetheart.”

His soft chuckle prompted her to look between her legs, Beautiful blue eyes were half lidded, his face was resting against the top of her thigh, watching Draco and her. “Circe Kitten your pussy is perfect and if I could drown in your honey I would die a happy man.” He slid one finger through her folds, causing her to jump, which in turn had both men moaning. He continued, “I need to come Kitten. Where do you want me to jerk?”

Draco’s voice was soft and needy. “I’m right there with Theo, Baby. Where?”

Both men watched as a wicked little smile crossed her face, “Draco could you do that thing where you jerk both of you together?”

He felt a smile cross his lips. “You like watching me play with Theo’s cock Baby?”

Biting her bottom lip, her face heating. “I do. I love when you play with each other.”

Theo crawled up the bed. Kneeling on her right side facing Draco who was on his knees, on her left side. As he leaned over the witch’s body to kiss the blond, he heard her whisper the charm that vanished their clothes. When their lips touched he also heard a squeal of excitement from the mischievous little vixen between them. Theo felt a smile form on the lips that were now coaxing his own to open.

Draco’s kiss was hard, bruising and needy. Playing with the witch had his cock so hard, he almost blew his load in his shorts. She had vanished their clothes, and they were positioned over her. Theo’s cock was rubbing against his and if the amount of precum leaking from his angry red tip was any measure, then he too was desperate for release. He reached up and collard his love, holding with enough pressure to feel his pulse.

Theo groaned into Draco’s mouth. Giving control over the moment he felt his grip tighten around his throat. He couldn’t help but rut his hips forward. Needing his cock to touch Draco’s. The wizard pulled away from him, just enough to break the kiss. “You want my cock Nott? You want me to rub against you?”

“Yes. Please.” He pleaded, again rutting forward.

“You ate our girl so good. Such a good boy? Did you have fun playing with her pussy?”

Theo heard the little witch between them whimper. She loved dominant Draco just as much as he did. “Yes Sir.”

Draco tipped Theo’s head to the side and lick behind his ear. “You did such a good job licking her needy little cunt. I think you earned the right to suck me. Hands behind your back.” Theo did as he was told. Draco’s hands cupped his head, one under his jaw and one on the of his head. Then he slowly pushed him down. “Open.” He did. “Hermione put my cock against Theo’s lips.” She did as she was told.

The witch was mesmerized. Her hand reaching up and sliding from Draco’s base to mid shaft. Gently pushing it away from his body toward Theo’s waiting mouth. Draco continued instructing them. “Stick your tongue out.” Theo did. “Hermione slap my dick against his greedy tongue.” When she did, the sound of flesh hitting the wet muscle made her groan. “Do you like that little one?”

“Hmmm Yes Sir.”

“Rub it all over his tongue.” Sliding her tongue over her lips, as if it was her tasting his delicious flesh. “Kiss my cock Baby Boy.” Without hesitation Draco felt his hot wet mouth envelope the head of his cock. Throwing his head back, “Fucking hell man.” The wizard begins to swirl his tongue around the tip, finally sticking the tip of it into the leaking slit, searching for more cream. “Hermione stroke Theo.”

“Yes Sir.”

“I need to fuck his throat. Make him ready for me. We’re going to come all over you Sweetheart.”

Theo couldn’t help the needy sounds that came out of him. he heard similar noises escape Hermione. He felt her hand cup his balls. She was squeezing and kneading them.

Both men watched as the little sex kitten between them reach down and rand her hand through her folds, coating them in her slick juices. With her hand covered in her slick, she reached over and began stroking Theo as instructed. Draco’s grip tightened on his loves head. “Put a hand on my hip. I’m not going to be gentle. Stop me if I hurt you.” The second he felt Theo’s hand on his hip he began fuck his mouth.

Theo knew what to expect, Draco had been brutal in his needs before. Yes, it was going to hurt him, but it was a pain that Theo embraced. He knew that if he really needed to stop him, he could, but the knowledge that his body, could drive Draco Malfoy to become so lost in lust and need was heady. Fuck, that was his goal. He would do anything, endure anything to see that man fall apart. Hermione was stroking him, from base to tip, her hand not big enough to completely encircled his shaft, but her grip was tight. She gathered the cum from his leaking head every time she reached it. At the same time, Draco fucked his mouth, hard deep thrusts, he opened his throat, allowing the head to go deeper. Thrust after thrust, he heard the other man’s breathing deepening. The witch between them was using her other hand to play with her clit. Tears were streaming down his face from the abuse his throat was taking. But dear gods he loved fierce Draco, driven by his baser desires.

Draco was lost to his body’s needs. Seeing Hermione use her own sweet honey to slick her hand for Theo’s cock, started this brutal pace he now set. He would never purposefully hurt either of them, but he knew sometimes he demanded a lot from their bodies. Looking down he saw the beautiful woman pumping Theo’s angry dripping cock, while her hand furiously rubbing her clit. Her moans were loud, combined with the choking noises coming from Theo were almost his undoing. He pushed deep into Theo’s throat, holding for a minute. Catching his breath. Getting a control on his building orgasm. He pulled out, “Enough.”

Hermione stopped jerking Theo. Draco, pulled out of his mouth. Her hand stopped, rubbing her clit. She couldn’t help the cry of need that escaped. She was so close, right on the edge of coming. Draco’s voice broke through. “I know, but if you could hold on just a little longer Sweetheart, we can all get there together.”

Hermione bit her lip. She needed to come but she loved when they all found their release together. “Hmmmm. Okay.” Watching as Draco gently helped Theo back up, and he kissed him.

“Thank you Baby. Thank you for allowing me to lose myself. Did I hurt you?”

Theo embraced him. burying his tear streaked face in Draco’s neck. “No Love, nothing I can’t handle.”

Still holding Theo’s face against his neck, Draco reached between them and gripped their beautiful proud cocks with one hand. “Hermione play with our balls.” Her hand cupped them both and began massaging and rubbing them. “Spread your legs Sweetheart. Open wide. Theo, use your magic to help our pet finish with us.”

Theo felt Hermione’s hand caressing and tugging his sack, while Draco’s large hand stroked them together. His silky hard shaft held tight against the other man’s. Focusing his magic, he held his hand over their pet’s glistening cunt and he directed his magic to pulse against her clit. Her hips bucked, so he threw a holding charm, pinning her in place, forcing her to take whatever he did.

Hermione’s grip on the wizards’ balls tightened. Theo pinned her legs open and the vibration of magic pulsing against her clit was unbelievable. Draco’s hand was pumping their cocks furiously. She felt her climax crest a moment before Theo grunted and she saw white ropes erupt from his cock. Draco’s release followed almost immediately. Both men rutting into Draco’s hand until they were both emptied. Her body tingled where their cum landed on her.

Both men fell to her sides. All three of them exhausted. As they were kissing and touching and enjoying the afterglow of their play time. The quiet was broken by a giggling witch. “That was fucking amazing. I love watching you two.”

Theo captured her lips and kissed her deeply. Then he turned her mouth to Draco. As he watched the two kiss he confessed. “I love that you love us together. You are our perfect match. When the three of us are together, I feel nothing can hurt us.” In the quiet of the room, the witch and her wizards made their declarations of love.

Hermione’s stomach growled. Theo laughed, “Dra we better feed her. I think we passed peck-ish, skipped starving and are heading toward ravenous.”

When they were dressed and presentable they opened the bed chamber doors to a smiling ginger ghost. Fred waggled his eyebrows and informed them that their ‘activities’ sent ripples through the school and grounds. Hermione was mortified, but he ghost assured her that he and McGonagall were the only two that knew why there was a magical ‘disturbance’. “Filch is picking up the portraits that were displaced due to your magical triad orgasms.” He flew through the wall, howling his ghostly laugh.

Her face red, she clasped their hands and they made their escape to Hogsmeade.