Magical Lineage

Theo had come to the conclusion that as much as he LOVED fucking Hermione, he did not like to be on the clock. Draco getting her pregnant had been a relaxed fun time. Sure his cock missed sliding, thrusting and coming in her pussy, but her mouth and ass were glorious alternatives. Add to the fact that they were not really on a schedule. Yes, she wanted to get pregnant. Yes, they wanted to get her pregnant. But, if it didn’t happen immediately, there was always time. Now that she was pregnant, the hourglass has been turned. He had THREE days to get her pregnant. Draco’s baby was in magical stasis. THREE days was determined to be the maximum safe time for the baby. This is how Theo found himself naked in Draco’s study, pepper up potion in one hand and virility replenishing potion in the other.

Hermione had vanished his clothes three hours ago. He did not have a problem with that, nor did he have a problem with the witch mounting him and riding his cock until he came deep inside her gorgeous body. What he did have a small issue with was the fact that he was still naked, still in Draco’s study romance be damned, he was told to “bottoms up’ both potions and ‘get to his duty’. Draco’s words, not Hermione’s. Her words were more enticing. She crawled on his lap and told him all of the wonderful filthy things they could do to each other.

The triad had decided to not tell anyone, Narcissa included, until Hermione was also pregnant with Theo’s baby. It was coming up on dinner time, and they were supposed to be having dinner at Dromeda’s tonight. Since Theo and Hermione were on a tight schedule, not only with the baby making but her first day at Hogwarts was tomorrow. Draco said he would make their excuses and go by himself. He had also told them that he would be home as soon as possible.

After the second round of fucking, they had made their way up to out the master bedroom, where they continued to play until exhaustion overtook them. As Draco readied to leave for dinner, he took in the scene on the bed. Their small witch was curled into Theo’s side sound asleep. She had set a tempus alarm, to wake them at the three hour countdown. His loves were both naked and held each other in a protective embrace. Fuck he didn’t want to leave them. Even if their ‘play’ was for the purpose of getting her pregnant, he wanted to be there with them. He wanted to know that he was there when their child was conceived.

The witch stirred and as if fate confirmed his need to be with them, her whispered dream voice said his name. “Draco.” Then as if Theo’s instinct was to have him their too, his deeper voice responded, “Dra.” Biting his lip, he stepped into the sitting room, “Mopsy.”

The little elf appeared, “Yes Master.”

“Please go to my aunt’s cottage and let mother know that we will not be joining them for dinner. Hermione has an early morning, and we would like to have a quiet evening home. Just the three of us. We’ll see her at breakfast.”

“Mopsy will let Mistress know.” Then as if thinking about it. “Would Master like a dinner tray?”

“That would be lovely. Thank you Mopsy.” And she was gone. Draco entered the bed chamber again and stripped his clothes off. Slipping into bed, he spooned into Theo’s back. He knew the wizard was worried; worried that he wouldn’t be able to get her pregnant before the stasis needed to be removed; worried that he would get her pregnant; worried that if he did get her pregnant, she would have to carry two babies; worried that their witch’s little body would be put through so much. Fuck he loved this man, but when it came to insecurities, his wizard had more than anyone really knew.

Theon Nott really did a number on him. He had reveled in finding ways to break Theo, physically, mentally and emotionally. Every once in a while, Draco saw the lost look on his face and he knew that he was trapped in his mind reliving a nightmare from his childhood. He knew Narcissa’s love as a mother helped him. Just as he found comfort that his own love helped heal a part of the raven haired man. But when they had added Hermione’s love, creating the triad magic, those lost looks and nightmare memories have all but vanished.

In the firelight of the room, he saw the deep permanent scars on Theo’s back and he couldn’t help but gently kiss them. Even though his body had been beaten, broken and bloodied many times as a child and teen, he was still the most beautiful person, both inside and out. Even in sleep Theo knew he was safe and his body responded on instinct, he pushed back against Draco and released a long contented sigh.

Hermione woke before the tempus alarm went off, so with a flick of her hand she stopped it. A smile crossed her face when she looked at Theo’s sleeping face. But over his shoulder mischievous grey eyes watched her. With another wave of her hand, she had cast a silencing charm over Theo. Her smile grew, “You stayed.”

He tipped his head toward her, “I stayed.” But before she could ask why, “I want to be here when you two conceive. It feels right. We should all be together for this.”

She felt the tears stinging the backs of her eyes. “I love you so fucking much Draco Malfoy.”

“I love you too Sweetheart.” He let his hand cup her cheek. Mischief returning to his eyes. “Now how shall we wake our wizard?”

She felt the smile pull at her lips, “I have an idea. His cock is already hard and ready. Are you?”

The look he gave her matched the sarcasm in his voice, “Are you kidding?”

She bit her lip and laid out her plan,

Theo woke to his dick being enveloped in wet warmth. And holy Helga Hufflepuff, Draco was slipping into his ass. His eyes shot open, looking down and were met by deep brown ones. Her lips were wrapped around him. He moaned. “Oh Kitten.” Then looking over his shoulder, “Dra.”

He was met by a rich chuckle. “Be a good boy and let me in this beautiful ass of yours. The witch and I would like to fuck you now.” As if to emphasize his need to push into him Draco bit Theo’s shoulder.

Still on his side, his witch in front of him. She released his dick with a wet pop and climbed up his chest. Theo grabbed her leg and hooked her knee over his elbow, opening her up. He slid his leg toward her and pushed in deep. This new position allowed Draco unfettered access to his opening. He felt the lube and then Draco’s thick head pushing, seeking entrance. The combination of the two were fucking heaven. “Kitten, your cunt is so wet and hot. I love how my cock feels deep in your sweet little hole.” He knew the dirty talk was her weakness. He loved that both praise and debasement were her undoing. “Fuck Dra, Oh gods. Do it. Push your cock in hard. I want it hard.” His words gave the wizard permission to not hold back…and he didn’t.

Draco’s hand held Theo’s hip while his other one grabbed a fist full of his hair, pulling his head back. “I’m going to tear this ass up. Is that what you want? Are you gong to be my fuck boy?”

“Yes. Oh Yes. Please.”

“I’m going to fuck you so hard.” Draco lifted Theo’s leg, similar to how he was holding Hermione open. As he thrust balls deep, he felt the witch rolling her hips. “Hermione stop moving. Impale yourself onto him and cock cuddle. I’m going to fuck this dirty boy so good he is going to fill you up with all his cum.”

Theo groaned. “Please fuck me. Fuck me so hard Dra.” He was buried to the hilt inside her warm pussy, and he felt her walls tighten and loosen as she cuddled him. “Kitten. My fucking little slut. Your pussy is going to milk all my cream.” He slipped his hand between them and began to play with her clit. Her resulting whimpers and Draco’s rutting grunts were pushing him closer to his own release. His cry “Dra. I’ need to-“

Draco’s voice was low and commanding. “I’m going to make you feel so fucking good my Sweet Boy.” The thrust hard and deep. “You need to help our girl. She’s close. So fucking close.” Draco could see Hermione pinching and squeezing her beautiful tits. “I want you to pinch her clit. Make it hurt.”

Theo had been playing with her swollen bundle of nerves but following Draco’s order he pinched it hard. Instantly Hermione threw her head back and screamed. Not in pain, well, not really but her pussy instantly tightened and her walls began fluttering around of his shaft. Draco’s relentless thrusting was hitting that magical spot over and over. Her pussy’s needed to drink his cream and the dick in his ass wanted to fill him with cream. The raw sensations of their body coming together combined with the sounds of pure animalistic need had his balls drawing up tight. Theo felt his hot cum shoot deep into her channel, filling her up.

Draco felt himself build but he wanted to make sure that Theo released all his seed into their Pet. When he heard the grunting draw out he began to fuck Theo’s ass in earnest. His own climax right on the edge. “Yes. Take it. Take my cum. Good boy.” He thrust deep, holding still as he emptied himself. He bit down on Theo’s shoulder, marking him. When he was completely spent, he began kissing the wizards back, panting, “I fucking love coming inside your delectable ass.”

Everyone and every creature living in the manor or on the grounds no longer questioned or worried when everything rippled.

Hermione set another tempus alarm for three hours. The trio ate dinner, showered and cuddled in front of the fireplace, gently touching, caressing and kissing each other. The little witch was curled up on Theo’s lap, her head tucked into the crook of his neck. Theo was reclined against Draco’s chest, both held in his safe, protective embrace. Hermione broke the silence, “I’m sorry Theo.”

Draco was peppering gentle kisses to Theo’s shoulders and neck, while his hand gently stroked her from shoulder to hip. Both wizards stilled at her words. Theo tipped her head so he could look into her eyes. His lips so close to her own, that when he spoke, sweet toffee scent enveloped her. “What could you possible be sorry for Kitten?”

His warm breath sending a shiver through her. “Hmmm. I’m sorry that our love making has turned into a chore. That we have to be on a schedule, and you have to take potions.”

His lips closed the space between them, his tongue licking her bottom lip, then pushing in to claim her mouth. His hand collard her neck, feeling the witch’s pulse point. Another shiver running through her body. “Oh Kitten, don’t be sorry. I would never consider burying my cock inside that beautiful cunt of yours a chore. It’s an absolute privilege.” As he predicted, his dirty words had her clenching her thighs together. “Besides, on this schedule, I get to fuck you eight times a day. The only thing that would be better is if I could fill your cunt with my cum every hour, on the hour. I’m just not sure there is a strong enough pepper up potion that would ensure we didn’t die from exhaustion.”

Draco’s chuckle and his rich deep voice added, “What amazes me, is all the filthy things you let us do to you.” His other hand begins a slow slide up her ankle to her calf, over her knee and feathering her skin on her inner thigh. When it finally reaches the juncture to her wet center, the wizard’s head fell back as the witch opened wider for him. His voice low and dangerous. “Circe woman, you are so fucking responsive. Always wet and ready for us.”

They had an hour before the alarm was to go off. The three of them played with each other’s bodies. By the time the alarm sounded, all three of them were edged and ready to explode. Theo didn’t need the pepper up but he took the virility potion, to ensure that his seed had maximum mobility to reach their target.

After she reset the alarm, they passed out in an exhausted hedonistic embrace on the bed. To her surprise the last thought Hermione had before sleep took her, was how she couldn’t wait for the alarm to go off again. Their sexual appetite for each other was almost borderline insatiable. She wondered if that was the chemistry between them or the triad magic.

The trio woke up three more times during the night. Theo bending and maneuvering Hermione’s little body in various positions. Filling her womb with his cum. Draco joined every time, spilling is cream in or on one or both of them.

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Hermione rose from the mess covered bed. Both wizards had gone into the bathing room ahead of her. Laying quietly, allowing time for Theo’s cum to journey deep into her. She could hear her wizards talking. As she drew closer, the unmistakable sound of kissing filled the air. Draco’s voice, soft, but his words were reassuring. “Don’t worry. It will happen. She loves you. You know I love you. And… This magic that’s between us. This triad magic, it wants us together. This is our destiny. The magic wants her to conceive our children.”

Theo saw her standing in the doorway. Not saying a word he put his hand out to her. Without hesitation she put hers into his and he pulled her close. “Have you two showered yet?”

He kissed her forehead, but before he could answer Draco did. “Yes. I forced him to take one before you could get in here. This way when we take our second one we can focus solely on that perfect little body of yours.”

Both men noticed her rolling her eyes as if to say, ‘You are both ridiculous.’ But her words were not as sarcastic, “I would love that. But we can’t take an hour, I need to get myself together and get to Hogwarts.”

Theo dropped his towel and scooped her up into his arms. “Breakfast, witch. You will also be eating breakfast before you leave this house.”

“Yes Sir.” She looked over Theo’s shoulder just in time to see Draco drop his towel and follow them to the shower.

An hour later, they were dressed and sitting on the terrace with Narcissa. An array of breakfast items before them. “Hermione Dear, are you excited about the start of the new term?” The older witch inquired.

Sipping her coffee and taking the tiniest bite of melon. “Ummm Yes. excited, but also a little nervous.”

Both wizards furrowed their brows, but Narcissa just ‘tut tutted’ her. “Don’t be silly. Why in the world would you be nervous? You are the perfect person for the position. You have worked hard for this. No one knows that school, that library, or those books better than you.” Not realizing how tight her shoulders were until Narcissa’s words relaxed her. “Besides Hermione Dear, that school, those students and their families know what a treasure you are.” She handed her a copy of the Daily Profit.

GRYFFINDOR PRINCESS RETURNS

Hermione Jean Granger, former Hogwarts student, Gryffindor Princess, One Third of the Golden Trio, The Brightest Witch of Our Time and a true Treasure to the wizarding world, is returning to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

The witch, who helped win the war along with Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley, is returning to Hogwarts as its new Librarian. Since the war, Miss Granger has worked for the Ministry in their Research Department. Miss Granger has since left the ministry in pursuit of her dream of returning to Hogwarts as their Librarian. She has also been paired with Draco Malfoy and Theodore Nott in the repopulation program.

Miss Granger, a true advocate of education and a lover of books, will begin her new position at Hogwarts today. Mr. Malfoy, Mr. Nott and Mr. Potter recently used their influence and considerable wealth to ensure that the beloved witch not be forced to step down from the position that she has worked so hard for, once she becomes pregnant. The younger wizards were reported to have gone to ‘war’ with the, now former, Board of Governors of the school. Using their positions and influence on the Wizengamot to incite change in Magical Britain to help reform laws hindering witches and their rights.

One must wonder if Miss Granger will once again find herself as a symbol of hope, but this time for every witch that has dared to dream of equal rights. This reporter and this paper would like to wish Miss Granger the best of luck in her new position and in her relationship with Mr. Malfoy and Mr. Nott in the repopulation program.

Article written by: Colette Diggory

Hermione was speechless. Theo was not “Damn right she’s a treasure and Hogwarts is lucky to have her.”

Draco looked confused, “Diggory? Is she related to Cedric?”

Hermione nodded, “Yes, his sister. She and her twin Darius are a year younger, After Cedric died, they both focused their studies and graduated a year early. She’s the youngest reporter for the Profit.” A sad look came over her face, “Her father Amos died during the war. She and her brother are all that’s left of their family.”

Theo looked confused, “What about her mother?”

Sipping her tea, she was debating how much to tell him, “She passed away when Cedric was really young.”

Draco watched the wizard; he was mulling something over. Of course Draco knew why Hermione was being so purposefully vague. Before Theo could inquire further he spoke up. “His mother died when he was two.”

They saw the moment Theo put it together, “She died in childbirth?”

Draco paused, he knew this was a point of contention with Theo. He worried about Hermione carrying two babies. Honesty, he has always been honest with Theo. “She died having Colette and Darius.”

Before he could react, Hermione was up and in front of him. “Theo. That’s not us. That won’t be us.”

Holding her hips, he stood abruptly and knocking his chair backwards to the stone floor. “You don’t know that. You don’t know what two babies will do to you.”

Narcissa looked concerned. “What’s wrong? What is Theo talking about.”

Draco worried about his mother’s emotional state. “Nothing Mum. Theo has got it into his head that if Hermione becomes pregnant with two babies that she is going to be in mortal danger.”

Theo spun to face him. “You’re not? You’re not worried that when you factor in our magic, and her size and the mortality rate of two babies, you’re not worried?” Anger radiated off of him.

Draco’s raised his voice, “Of course I’m worried, but she’s asked us to have faith. Believe in her. Believe in us. Believe in our love and our magic. Look what our magic has done already.” Draco gestured first to Hermione and then to Narcissa. “Hermione has not had any symptoms not one tremor of her condition. And Mum can stay non-symptomatic because of our magic and your potion.”

Theo still looked stricken. “She could carry my child in a separate pregnancy.”

Draco finally losing his temper. “For fucks sake Theo, she will need to be pregnant for almost two years, if she has them back to back. Bloody hell we have the best magical healers and muggle doctors there are. We have triad magic and we have the strongest witch in England.” Draco threw his tea cup against the house, shattering it. “When are you going to realize you are worthy of fucking happiness? Not fleeting fucking moments but actual life changing happiness.” He turned and walked into the house.

Theo watched the wizard leave. When he turned to look at his witch, her eyes were full of tears. He couldn’t talk around the lump in his throat. He just dipped his head and kissed her forehead.

She blinked several times and swallowed hard, “Theo there is no reason you should worry about me being hurt during the pregnancy. I will be fine.”

Never finding his voice, he turned to walk into the house. Most likely heading to his lab.

She called after him. “You and Dra have the tempus alarms attached to you today. I love you. See you later.” She wasn’t actually sure he heard her, since he was already through the terrace doors and striding down the hall. Her eyes stung with unshed tears. Biting her lip to stop it from trembling.

Narcissa opened her arms and the little witch slipped into her embrace. The tears finally falling. “Shhh. There. There. It’ll be okay.” She held her and stroked her hair. “He’ll come around. That boy has always felt like he was unworthy. He believes that only bad was owed him. That he was cursed by his bastard father and evil ancestors.” Narcissa held Hermione in a mother’s embrace until all her tears had fallen. Then steel grey eyes looked into brown, “Now Miss Granger, you have a much-anticipated position to get to. I suggest you use the floo in the game room. It also connects to your personal rooms, where you can freshen up.” She smiled at her, “Don’t think about this morning Dear. You go and have a wonderful first day.”

After straightening up the older witch handed her a monogramed handkerchief which she used to wipe her tear streaked cheeks. Giving her the delicate slip of fabric back, Hermione kissed Narcissa’s cheek, grabbed her shoulder bag and headed into the house. When she reached the fireplace in the game room, she grabbed a handful of powder. Before throwing it, she thought about finding Draco, he was probably in his study, or Theo, probably in his lab. Thinking better of it, she threw the powder, squared her shoulders and stepped through the floo.

Narcissa heard the little witch leave the manor. She wanted to scold both her boys for how they acted. Hex them for how they made the witch feel on such an important day. She decided tough love was required. “Mopsy”.

The little elf appeared, “Yes Mistress.”

“I need you to get me Master Draco’s and Master Theo’s Slytherin rings. I believe they keep them in their bedside tables. The elf popped out and five seconds later popped back. One ring in each little hand. Narcissa took and wrapped them in the tear-soaked fabric. “Mopsy stand guard.” Without question the little elf moved to the terrace door and stood sentry for her Mistress. Using her wand she called “Accio Raven chest feathers.” Instead of putting her hand palm up, allowing the feathers to fall into the center, she put her arm out and waited. Less than a minute later a beautiful black-blue raven landed on her wrist. “My beautiful friend I need a gift given freely from you. My loves are hurting, they can’t see past their own fears, hurt and anger to feel how each other feels. I wish to cast and have them empathize with each other. Your kind feels great empathy for all creatures. I ask for two feathers to help my loves see clearer and feel each other.”

The bird tapped the table twice and tipped his head. When he opened his wings and stuck out his chest Narcissa gently stroked the soft feathers before plucking two free. She then pulled the gold bangle bracelet from her tiny wrist and extended it to the bird. “Thank you, kind friend. Please give this to your noble mate.” Then the bird flapped its wings and flew off two feathers lighter but one shiny gold bracelet richer.

Narcissa placed the feathers with the rings and tied all four corners of the handkerchief together, securing the rings inside the pouch. She pulled her wand from her arm holster, and spoke the words that she hoped would help.

“Love is not questioned. Passion is irrefutable. Commitment is destined. Empathy is lost. By the tears shed and the pride so stubborn, allow natures magic in these feathers to give the wizards clarity, empathy and understanding of their witch’s feelings.”

When she touched her wand to the bundle blue flames engulfed it and burned all but the rings away. The two silver rings lay on the table. Narcissa scooped them up and headed in to find her sons.

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Draco was pacing in his study, he had thrown three glasses at the wall, the glass shards shining in the sunlight. Narcissa came into the room and took in his state. “Have you calmed down?”

His jaw clenching, the muscle ticking. “Not yet, but I will. I need to find Hermione and apologize.”

“She’s gone. She left for Hogwarts.” His mother said matter of factly. “I must say yours and Theo’s actions had her in quite a state.” When he began moving to the fireplace, presumably to floo to find her. His mother spoke again. “Don’t Draco. Let her be. She was upset. Rightfully so. Right now I don’t care what you and Theo are thinking. I don’t care what you are feeling. I held that beautiful woman while she cried. She sobbed in my arms. On a day that was so very important to her. A day that she needed the two men that she loves to help her get past her nerves and insecurities. Instead, they couldn’t see her need. I suggest you and Theo fix your issue before you see her again.”

Her words were like a punch to his chest. Hermione had cried. No sobbed. Fuck he knew she was nervous. She had told them. But he let his frustration with Theo cloud his vision. Movement caught his eye his mother was bending down and picking something up by the door. She turned, hand extended. “This was on the floor.” She was holding his Slytherin ring.

“Hmm I wonder how that got there.” Draco took it and slipped it on his finger.

“I mean it Draco. You and Theo need to get a better understanding of each other’s feelings and Hermione’s. If you can’t empathize with her now, how will you every be able to survive when she is pregnant?” She left him thinking about her words.

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Theo was in his lab, potions brewing, but he wasn’t paying attention to any of them. In his hand he held a small vile, milky in color. He had been holding it since he walked in. It was his reason for coming here. All he had to do was take it. He knew how it would taste, chalky and slightly bitter.

Talking to himself. ‘Just take it. Take it and it will be done.’

Looking at the small vial. ‘She’ll never know.’

Then he thought, ‘But I’ll know. I’ll know that I lied to her.’

Closing his eyes. ‘I’ll know that I chose for her.’

Thinking for a moment. ‘But that stubborn witch throws herself in the line of danger without ever thinking of herself.’

Shaking his head. ‘But can I really hurt her like this?’

As he mulled over that last question, Narcissa tapped on his open door. He spun around and slipped the small vial into his pocket.

“Are you quite done vilifying yourself?” she asked, her voice laced with something that was very rarely there. Anger. She was angry.

“Excuse me?” He was so taken back by her tone.

“I just spoke to Draco. I don’t know how either of you had planned on today going, but I am sure Hermione’s isn’t going as she had planned.” When he went to speak, she held up her hand, “No. you don’t get to speak. You and Draco did quite a bit of speaking already. All your words managed to do was make a nervous witch even more upset. I already let him have it so now it’s your turn.” She walked into the room and stood facing him over his lab table. “You should know she was crying.” Mashing her lips together to help gain her composure. “You and Draco owe that woman an apology. Not just words, spoken to make her feel better but meaningful heartfelt words that let her know you empathize and understand how she feels.”

He allowed his hand to slip into his pocket and grip the vial. If he took this, he could apologize and then the worry of her carrying two children would be decided. The contraceptive potion would be in his system and he could fuck her without the worry of getting her pregnant. Yes, that’s what he’ll do. Mum’s voice broke through his thoughts. “Theo did you hear what I said? You need to talk to Draco and get your priorities straight. Because when that witch is pregnant, she is going to need the fathers of her children to be more aware of her feelings and needs.”

“Yes of course Mum.” Theo nodded and agreed with her. All while intending to take his child out of the equation. He could have his heir after Draco’s was born. Or hell he didn’t need a fucking heir. Draco and Hermione would never know that he took the potion. Movement caught his eye, Narcissa was leaving. He watched as she bent as if to pick something up, “Theo your ring was on the floor.” Her hand extended, sure enough his Slytherin ring was in the palm of her hand.

He took it and slipped it on his finger.

Narcissa watched as Theo’s eyes flashed and his body shivered. The witch smiled, the magic cast through the spell has both wizards locked to each other and their witch. They will not only feel her emotions but each other’s.

Mopsy appeared next to her, “Mistress, Miss Andromeda is here.”

“Thank you Mopsy. She and I will be in the small parlor. We will be working on proposals for the magical primary school.”
“Yes Mistress. Mopsy will bring you tea.” And the little elf was gone.

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Andromeda Tonks was waiting in the parlor for her younger sister. They had a lot to go over. Narcissa came in and had a rather odd smile on her face. “What are you up to sister?”

Taking a seat across from her, “Whatever do you mean sister dear?”

Dromeda narrowed her silver eyes, “That smile tells me that someone is in real trouble. I know I didn’t do anything to warrant your ire. I’m pretty sure that Dam didn’t either. So that only leaves your son.”

Mopsy appeared with a tea tray. After placing it on the table between the witches she waited for further instructions. “Why sister, don’t you mean ‘sons’.” The little elf giggled conspiratorially. “Mopsy when they are together, lock them in.”

“Yes Mistress.” And she was gone.

Narcissa poured their tea. When her cup was made she sat back. “My sons need to learn a lesson.” Sipping and thinking of her words. “They need to feel and understand how others feel.”

Dromeda almost choked on her tea. Then she began to laugh. “Oh you are so bad. You’re using the ‘empatia’ charm.”

“Yes. Well, both of the wizards in this house need to be reminded that their witch may be the strong, brilliant, gifted, powerful witch the wizarding world knows. But she is also a woman who has taken on the responsibility of loving, living with and possibly baring the heirs of two powerful wizards. Not to mention trying to make her own dreams a reality.”

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Draco, the exact second Theo put on his ring.

Draco was standing by his desk thinking about all his mother had said. He was sure that she was with Theo right now. Just as he was sure that the wizard was getting and earful about how they had acted. Fuck. His stomach roiled with nausea at the thought that their witch had cried because of them. He needed to talk to her. He needed to fix what they had done. They had added to her worry and nervousness.

As he was heading to the floo to go to her rooms at Hogwarts, he was struck with the feeling of self-doubt, fear, insecurity, worry and sadness. Hermione. But, there were also feelings of guilt, anger, shame, confusion and remorse. Theo. His eyes dropped to the ring on his finger. Fuck, he hadn’t noticed, it’s Theo’s ring. Awareness struck him like a lightning bolt.

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Theo, the exact second he put on his ring.

He didn’t see Narcissa leave because he dropped to the floor struck with a waive of fear, uncertainty, doubt and sadness. He knew. He instantly knew that that was Hermione. He also felt, anger, frustration, worry and sadness. Draco. His eyes flew to the ring on his finger. Draco’s.

Theo found himself running out the door and up the stairs to Draco’s study. When he reached the landing, he saw the blond stepping out into the hall in front of him. When their eyes met, he felt clarity and relief.

Draco spoke first. Holding up his hand. “Mother.”

Theo nodded, holding his hand up. “Yep.” Stepping up to Draco, they both stood in the doorway of the study. “You’re wearing my ring.”

“Yes, and your wearing mine.”

Turning, they noticed Mopsy was standing just outside the door. Before either wizard could speak, with a glint in her eyes, she said, “Mistress said wizards need to think about others.” She clicked her fingers, the door slammed shut and locked.

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Hermione was sitting in the great hall. All the staff was present. Minerva was speaking, listing all the duties that needed to be done before the student’s arrival tonight. It was convenient that their arrival was a Friday night. The feast will kick off the weekend and allow the students time to settle in, and welcome the first years.

“Does anyone have any suggestions as for this weekend.”

Hermione spoke up, “I was hoping you would ask that. I put together an activity to help the first years become better acquainted with the school. A scavenger hunt. I think it might be nice to pair up the seventh year students with the first years and have them go on a scavenger hunt.”

Minerva smiled, “That is an excellent idea Miss Granger. You say you already have it planned out?”

“Yes ma’am I do.” If I could just have a volunteer to help manage and field questions from the students.

Before anyone spoke up Professor Amordeus raised his hand. “I would be happy to be your assistant Miss Granger.”

The witch smiled, “Thank you Professor that would be lovely.” Realizing this was the first time she had smiled since arriving this morning. “Most of the items I have chosen are fixtures within the building. But, some will need to placed.”

“I am at your service my lady.” He smiled and tipped his head.

She noticed his smile was quite beautiful and familiar. “Thank you kind sir.”

There were a few more suggestion for what the second thru sixth years can do during the scavenger hunt. Once activities were arranged for the students. Minerva dismissed them all to their duties. “We will all meet back here for student arrival at six tonight.” Shaking her head, “Now to see to the elves and the feast.” Then Hermione was alone with Professor Amordeus.

“Well Miss Granger, I am yours. Where should we start?”

Riffling through her papers, she retrieved a fifteen-inch parchment. Tapping it with her finger it copied itself. As she handed it to her assistant, she noted his confused look. “I have been practicing wandless magic.”

“Very impressive. You really are a gifted witch.” He complimented.

Hermione turned quickly, not wanting him to see the pink she was sure was coloring her face. “Well thank you. Shall we begin at the first clue?”

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Draco and Theo were locked in his study. After shouting to the elf that was their warden. She was sitting outside the door. Her tone bored, “Mistress said wizards are to stay locked together until they understand.”

Theo hit the door with his fist. “Understand what?”

Draco shot at it with a ramming spell. “We know how the other feels.”

The elf, “Tsk Tsk. That is not what Mistress wants.” Just then a parchment slipped under the door.

“My Dears, you should be happy this is not a howler. Mopsy has been instructed to keep you locked together until you both come to your senses. You were not very nice, or understanding of each other this morning. But worst of all you were both indifferent and neglectful towards your witch’s feelings. Since you are both so very intelligent, I have no doubt you have figure out that the rings you each wear are spelled. They were bound by Hermione’s tears, so that you can feel what she feels. And since you are wearing each other’s ring you will also feel their emotions too. You cannot remove the rings, as I’m sure you have already tried. You cannot leave the room nor floo call anyone. I will know when you have learned your lesson.”

Theo had been pulling at the ring, his hands dropped to his sides. “Well fuck. He could feel the anger and frustration from Draco.”

Draco walked to the bar and poured himself a drink. “We fucked up. Do you feel her?”

Shame crossed Theo’s face. Judging by the look on Draco’s he could feel that. “Yes. I have been bombarded with her feelings of fear, sadness and worry.”

Sipping his drink, “Yeah. Me too. Also your feeling of doubt and self-recrimination.” Shaking his head, “What the fuck Theo? When are you going to realize that we love you. We are trying to build a future together. There’s not just two of us anymore. That witch has joined herself to us.” He felt a waive of guilt through the ring.

“I know Dra. I know. It’s just that I don’t… I don’t know.” Shaking his head. Realizing he wasn’t making any sense. “I’m so fucking scared that something will take her away. My fucking cursed family history.” He felt concern and worry through the ring.

“Theo you aren’t cursed. Your family history is as fucked as mine. That is all it is history. From here forward we make our own happiness.” Doubt through the ring. “Stop that. Stop doubting that the three of us can find happiness.”

“You had a happy childhood at some point. You had your mother when your father became a shit. I only ever had hate. Theon hated me. always. He delighted in and savored every bit of pain he inflicted on me.” Sadness, worry and pity. “Don’t you fucking pity me Draco Malfoy.” He instantly felt pity replaced by love and heartbreak.

Draco moved to the wizard. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry you had such an awful painful childhood. I’m sorry that your father only taught you about pain and self loathing.” He cupped Theo’s face with both his hands so he could look into his beautiful eyes. “I’m sorry that you lose sight of how much you are loved and cherished.” The ring sent waves of love, heartbreak, want and longing.

Theo grabbed Draco’s forearms, holding the strong hands to his face. Love. Love is what he felt coming from his wizard. “Dra. I love you both so much.” He could see that the other man felt that. “But I am so fucking scared that her trying to have our children. Her little body going through so much to bare a child from a lineage that wanted her enslaved or irradicated.”

Draco felt shame, so much shame and so much fear from the wizard. “Theo, I’m scared too. I’ve read all of the medical reports. I’ve spoken to the medi witch and the healers. Hell, I even spoke to the muggle doctor. I know the risks. Multiple pregnancies are dangerous under normal circumstances. Adding magic into the mix increases risks. She wants this. I want it. And I know deep down you want it too.” For a flicker of a second, the ring conveyed hope and peace. Then confusion, remorse and betrayal.

Theo saw and felt suspicion from Draco. Looking down he pulled away and walked over to the window. “She’s still sad. I’m feeling doubt creeping into her.” Suspicion, along with uncertainty and fuck fuck fuck, mistrust. He felt Draco’s mistrust in him.

Draco noted Hermione’s feelings. They hadn’t really changed. But his focus was on the wizard across the room. The wizard that was now feeling panic and dread. “Theo, what are you up to?” Panic. “Theo.”

Theo’s hand unconsciously slipped into his pocket. So much suspicion from the other man.

Draco waited, he watched the raven haired man. Nervousness. Doubt. Guilt. “Theo. Guilt. Why guilt? What do you have to be guilty about.”

He turned, hand still in his pocket. He didn’t need the ring to tell him, he saw the alarm in the grey eyes. “I just thought if I couldn’t get her pregnant. She would be forced to accept that it was fate.” He pulled his hand out of his pocket revealing the vial. Anger. So much Anger through the ring.

Draco didn’t care that he felt fear and panic. He was too overwhelmed with anger. “You were going to take that and what?” He rushed the other man. Grabbing him by the shoulders. “Lie to us. Lie to her. Make her think that fate didn’t want her to have your child.” Shame so much fucking shame.

“Dra I…”

“Shut up. Shut the fuck up. How dare you. How dare you decide for her. For us.” He shoved Theo back. Pushing him against the wall. The shame was still there but resignation now crept in.

“I just thought. Fuck I don’t know what I thought.” As he felt a minute amount of understanding flicker from the ring. He also felt Hermione. She wasn’t quite as sad. Her mood seemed to brighten a little. Draco must have felt it too.

Grey eyes flashed to blue and he realized that Theo felt the lightness of Hermione’s mood. “Do you feel that. She’s still sad, but something has happened.”

Both men felt the other’s bewilderment. Then they felt her again. Happy. She was feeling pride and excitement. Theo stalked to the door and banged on it “Mopsy, let us out. Hermione needs us.”

“Mistress will let Mopsy know when.”

Draco joined him. Both wizards feeling worry, confusion and anxiety. “Mopsy open now.”

No answer.

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Hermione and Professor Amordeus had either hidden or confirmed each item on the scavenger hunt was in place. She laughed when he tried to reach into the wrong cupboard and was doused with flubber worm slime. “Professor I’m so sorry.” But it didn’t stop her from laughing at the man’s misfortune.

He pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and using the aquamenti charm washed his face. He chucked. “Well I wish I could say that is the first time I have worn slime.” Then they both laughed. “Miss Granger, we are colleagues, you must call me Demetrius.”

She smiled at him, “Okay. As long as there aren’t any students present. And, only if you call me Hermione.”

Smiling at the lovely librarian, “It’s a deal, Hermione.” Sweeping his arm toward the door “Shall we continue on and see what other mischief we can get ourselves into.”

“Oh. Yes.” They went to find the next item on the list. She couldn’t help but still laugh, “You still have a little slime on your jaw.”

Draco and Theo were both feeling nothing but confusion from each other. Their witch was happy. She was giddy. Fuck she was cheerful. “There is still sadness, but something has her spirits up.” Draco observed.

Theo bit the inside of his cheek. “Well that’s good right.” Just as he said it he felt trepidation from the ring.

Draco sat down at his desk. “Theo, do you still want to take that fucking potion?”

“I…I don’t know. I don’t want to lie to either of you.” He felt a small amount of understanding coming through the ring.

Draco felt honesty. So he decided he should reciprocate in kind. “I don’t want you to take it. I want her to get everything she wants. She wants to carry our children together. She wants us to be a family.” Doubt. But not doubt in them being a family, doubt in his decision to take away their dream.

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Hermione returned to her rooms. Fred was there, along with a tray of soup and perfectly crusty bread. “Hello beautiful. Ready for the horde of children to storm the castle.”

Now that she was back in her rooms with only Fred, she felt the sadness creep back in. He saw it, “Love, what’s wrong. I would have thought a right little swot like you would be dancing an Irish jig today. Students. Books. Classes. Books. Tests. Books.” This at least earned him a giggle.

“Draco and Theo had an argument this morning and somehow it ended up being about me and my ability to carry and mother two babies.”

Fred didn’t respond right away, she was so sad. He didn’t want to say the wrong thing. “Well, I don’t have any personal experience of witches and pregnancies. I’m sure that was a pleasant surprise to my mum.” She cracked a small smile. “But my mum had seven kids. Two of us at the same time. Fleur has had three without any problems. Other than the occasional reminder of how we were ungrateful regarding her hours of labor, mum never said she had any trouble.”

Hermione nodded her head, understanding what her friend was telling her. “It’s a risk like everything in life. But bloody hell I survived the war. I survived torture. I survived losing my parents.” A tear falling. “I survived losing you.”

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Draco and Theo felt a waves of loss, sadness and grief. Then they felt sheer fear from each other.

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Hermione smiled up at Fred, knowing he would understand. “But I also found the will to go on. The need to believe in a happy future. I also found love. And I found a home.”

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The wizards stopped banging on the door. Peace. Happiness. Contentment. Their witch’s emotions were as erratic as flying a broom in a tornado. Draco threw his hand out and every glass on the bar exploded. “What the fuck is going on with her.”

Theo felt the same frustration that the ring was projecting from the other man.

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Hermione read her book while she at her lunch. There was a light knock on her door. “Come in.”

Poppy stepped into the room. “Oh I’m sorry I don’t mean to disturb your lunch.”

Hermione smiled. She loved the older witch. Remembering all the times the medi witch had patched she and her friends up during her school days. Then again during the war. Hermione had learned a lot about magical medicine from the older woman. “No. No Poppy you’re not disturbing me. I was just finishing.” She closed her book and gestured for the woman to join her.

Poppy took the seat across the table. “I was wondering if you could get a message to Mr. Nott for me?”

“Of course. Is something wrong?”

“No. As you know he supplied me with many of my medical potions and salves. I just spoke to Minerva, and we have a student, a last minute transfer to Hogwarts. He is a first year.”

Hermione was confused. “Okay. What would Theo need to know about a first year student?”

“Well the little boy will be needing the monthly wolfsbane potion.”

Understanding dawning, “Another student infected.” Nodding her head. “I’ll make sure he adjusts his brew and potions count.”

Realizing she should tell Poppy about her pregnancy. Hermione thought about her morning. Not wanting to deal with her wizards, she hand canceled the tempus charm she had cast this morning. Realizing that they had such a small window she made a mental note to floo call her men. They needed to keep trying.

Poppy stood to leave, “Thank you dear.” Before she moved to the door, she noted the little witch’s furrowed brow. “Hermione, love are you alright? “

“Yes. Just wizard problems.”

The older woman smiled and shook her head. “My late husband was a pain in my arse too somedays. But you can’t help but love them.”

“I suppose.” Hermione stood. The medi witch drew her wand. “Do you mind you look a little pale.”

“Well, I suppose I should tell you since you will be my medi witch here at school “I’m pregnant with Draco’s baby.” She couldn’t help the waive of happiness that flooded her. “It’s being held in statis. The muggle doctor forced my body to release a second egg. So now it’s a race to get that one implanted by Theo.”

The medi witch threw her arms around her. “Congratulations. I’ve been reading all about he process of the repopulation program. I knew you were involved and that Mr. Malfoy and Mr. Nott are your wizards. But I had no idea that you were trying already.” Tears of joy glistened in the witch’s eyes.

“Thank you Poppy.”

“May I check the baby in stasis?”

“Of course.” Then thinking further ahead. “I had better let the medical team at the clinic know that you are also caring for me.”

Poppy drew her wand and cast a diagnostic.

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After thirty minutes of focusing on the witch’s feelings. Thirty minutes of sadness. Hope. Happiness. Love. Worry. Fear. Protectiveness. Joy.

Draco looked at Theo “What the fuck?”

Theo nodded his agreement. “She is all over the place. Is this how she lives?”

They were both sitting on the floor with their backs against the doors. Draco shook his head. “If you don’t want to have a child with her. Tell her. If you want to wait and have a child separate from mine. Tell her.” Pausing had running his hands threw his hair. “Just fucking talk to us. Tell us. Don’t take our voices away from us.”

“I want to have a baby with her. I want to have my baby grow in her womb with yours.” Pulling his knees up and bracing his elbows on them. Theo rested his face in his hands. “I just don’t want to risk losing her.” He heard Draco shift next to him, and through the ring he felt LOVE. SO MUCH LOVE.

Draco pulled Theo’s hands away from his face. “I love you so much. You and that witch mean everything to me. Please trust in us, in our magic and mostly in our love.” Through the ring Draco felt resolution. Love, happiness and peace.

Theo lifted his hand with the small vial in it and vanished it. Before either of them could say anything they felt Hermione. Pure and utter JOY. HAPPINESS AND LOVE.

The doors to the study unlocked.

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As Theo and Draco stepped through the floo into Hermione’s Hogwarts rooms Theo was tackled by the little witch. “Pappa Theo.”