Chapter 1
It was a warm summer evening in London, and The Leaky Cauldron was buzzing with excitement. The pub was bustling with witches and wizards, all gathered to celebrate Ron Weasley's birthday. Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, and Draco Malfoy, along with their friends, had come to join in the festivities.
Harry, Draco, and Hermione sat in a cozy booth near the dance floor, watching the crowd of friends and fellow wizards who had come to celebrate. The atmosphere was filled with laughter, music, and the clinking of glasses. Ron was in the middle of a lively conversation with George, and it was clear that he was having the time of his life.
As the night wore on, the drinks flowed freely, and Hermione, in particular, seemed to be enjoying herself a bit too much. She had a few too many Firewhisky shots, and her cheeks were flushed. She couldn't help but tap her foot to the upbeat music that filled the air.
"Come on, Hermione!" Ginny, her best friend, exclaimed with a mischievous grin. "It's Ron's birthday! Let loose a little!"
Hermione giggled and stood up, swaying slightly as she made her way to the dance floor. She began to dance with a carefree abandon, her eyes closed and a broad smile on her face. Her movements were not particularly graceful, but her enthusiasm was infectious.
Harry and Draco watched Hermione from their booth, their hearts racing as they observed her dance with a stranger. Both had kept their feelings for her a secret, even from each other. But the sight of her with someone else made their hearts ache with jealousy and possessiveness.
Draco clenched his fists, his grey eyes locked on Hermione. "I can't stand seeing her like this with that bloke," he muttered to Harry.
Harry's jaw tightened as he nodded in agreement. "I know what you mean. It's driving me mad."
As Hermione twirled and laughed with her dance partner, Harry and Draco exchanged a look, silently communicating their shared desire to stake their claim on her. They knew they couldn't stand by and let someone else win her heart.
Their thoughts drifted back to a previous incident that had stoked the flames of jealousy in their hearts. A few months ago, before the summer had arrived, Hermione had attended a charity gala with Ginny. Harry and Draco had been unable to join them due to prior commitments. The event had been attended by numerous high-society witches and wizards, including some of the most eligible bachelors in the wizarding world.
As Hermione and Ginny had mingled with the crowd, Hermione had caught the eye of a wealthy and charming young wizard, Sebastian Nott. Sebastian was known for his dashing good looks, impeccable manners, and substantial family fortune. He had asked Hermione to dance, and she had accepted with a gracious smile.
Harry and Draco, who had been informed about the event, couldn't help but feel a surge of jealousy when they heard about Hermione dancing with Sebastian. They had watched the event from a distance through discreet surveillance spells, seeing Hermione in her elegant gown, her laughter, and her radiant smile as she twirled around the dance floor with Sebastian.
Back then, they had both chosen to keep their feelings to themselves, believing it was Hermione's right to enjoy the company of others. But that night at The Leaky Cauldron, watching her dance with a stranger had triggered something different in them.
With a determined expression, Draco stood up, followed by Harry. They made their way to the dance floor, their steps measured and purposeful. As they reached Hermione, they each took one of her hands and pulled her away from the stranger.
Hermione, her eyes wide with surprise, found herself sandwiched between the two men who had secretly captured her heart. "Harry? Draco? What's going on?"
"We can't just stand by and watch you dance with strangers," Harry said, his voice laced with intensity.
Draco nodded in agreement. "You're ours, Hermione."
Hermione's cheeks turned an even deeper shade of red as the two wizards began to dance with her, one on each side. The other wizard, clearly baffled, retreated from the dance floor.
As they twirled Hermione between them, Harry and Draco couldn't help but exchange triumphant glances. They had finally staked their claim, and it felt exhilarating. The music continued to play, and they danced with Hermione, drawing her close and sharing knowing smiles with each other.
Their friends couldn't help but notice the change in the dynamic on the dance floor. Ginny and Luna exchanged knowing glances, and Ron's eyebrows shot up as he watched the trio.
Ginny leaned over to Luna and whispered, "I think our favorite trio just got even more complicated."
Luna nodded with a dreamy smile. "Love can be quite mysterious and enchanting, Ginny."
Back in the center of the dance floor, Hermione laughed and twirled in the arms of the two men who had captured her heart. The jealousy and possessiveness that had driven them to this moment seemed to have forged a connection that went beyond friendship. In that magical night, the three of them danced, their hearts intertwined, and their futures uncertain but full of promise.
And as the music played on, their friends watched in amusement, knowing that this Ron's birthday celebration had taken an unexpected, but thrilling, turn.
The night continued with laughter, dancing, and celebration, but for Harry, Draco, and Hermione, it marked the beginning of a new chapter in their lives, one filled with love, jealousy, and the hope of something truly magical.
As the night at The Leaky Cauldron came to a close, the three of them decided to return to their flat. The journey was filled with a sense of anticipation and excitement, and it was clear that they were all ready to take the next step in their unconventional relationship.
Once they were back at the flat, Hermione turned to Harry and Draco, her eyes filled with a mix of curiosity and desire. "What happens now?"
Draco stepped forward, his eyes never leaving Hermione's. "Now, we make sure you know that you're ours, Hermione."
Harry, standing beside Draco, echoed his sentiment. "We won't let anyone else take you away from us."
Hermione's heart swelled with love for the two men who had come to mean so much to her. "I'm yours, Harry and Draco. I always have been."
With that declaration, they closed the distance between them. Harry and Draco each took one of Hermione's hands and pulled her into a passionate, lingering kiss. It was a kiss that spoke of love, longing, and a promise for their future together.
As they broke the kiss, their eyes locked on each other. The path ahead was filled with uncertainty, but they were determined to face it together, as a trio bound by love, jealousy, and a unique connection that defied convention.
Their unconventional love story had taken a thrilling turn, and they couldn't wait to explore the enchanting journey that lay ahead.