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Hermione sighed happily as she stretched out under the hot water, breathing in the scent of jasmine from the bath oil she used. It was her favourite thing about Grimmauld Place: being able to use the enormous bathtub anytime she wanted. It was almost as big as the Prefect’s Bathroom in Hogwarts, although without the stained glass mermaid watching over her.
It was her birthday, and a Saturday. Bearing in mind where they were headed later that day, Hermione had happily allowed her boys to go and play their usual casual Quidditch throw-around with their friends.
Besides, it gave Hermione the chance to relax and bathe before her birthday trip.
With a wave of her hand, Hermione’s current novel levitated from its place by the bath, falling open in front of her at her marked page. None of the three of them had really needed to use a wand since their bonding, their magical reserves strengthened by their connection. Hermione settled back and started to read.
She lost herself in her novel, and jumped in surprise when she heard the heavy front door to the house open sometime later. She heard familiar laughter float up the staircase and into the bathroom. With a resigned but indulgent smile, Hermione waved her book away just in time for the door to the bathroom to swing open.
Draco stood in the doorway, his blond hair windswept and his silver eyes sparkling.
‘Look at this, Potter,’ he called over his shoulder, never breaking his gaze with Hermione. ‘Granger’s run a bath for us.’
Harry arrived in the doorway just behind Draco, similarly dishevelled, his green eyes darkening as he took in the sight of her in the bath.
‘Good match, I take it?’ Hermione asked with a grin, and Harry laughed and ruffled Draco’s hair even further. Draco batted his hand away, and Harry rested it on Draco’s hip instead, leaning his chin on Draco’s shoulder so he could appraise Hermione some more.
‘This one tried to kill me to get the Snitch,’ Harry lamented as Draco crossed his arms and rolled his eyes with a smile. ‘But to no avail, as I continuously remind him that I was the youngest Seeker in a century, not him.’
‘Only because you could do no wrong in McGonagall’s eyes,’ Draco bit back sharply, although his eyes were soft and his smile sweet. ‘Besides, you didn’t have the misfortune of the male Weasley on your team today, holding you back.’
‘Let’s not have this argument again,’ Hermione groaned good-naturedly. The last thing she wanted when she had her two boys sweaty and messy and ready for a rub-down was to listen to them bicker about Quidditch. She gestured to the scented bubbles covering her modesty. ‘Wouldn’t you rather join me and rest those aching muscles of yours?’ She arched her eyebrow like Draco often did, earning an approving smirk from him.
‘Sounds good to me,’ Harry said, stepping away from Draco and peeling off the violently orange Chudley Canons shirt he’d played in. ‘We have time before we need to be at the Ministry for our trip.’
Hermione bit her lower lip at the sight of Harry’s abs, tense and defined following the match, and he grinned at her and moved back behind Draco, reaching around to grab the hem of his dark grey Falmouth Falcons shirt. Draco obediently raised his arms for Harry to pull it off his body, his own abs and pecs looking beautifully defined as well.
Hermione let her eyes trail suggestively down to his groin, and Harry laughed and with a wave of his hand, vanished both his and Draco’s Quidditch breeches with a wordless little charm. Draco started in shock as he was suddenly very naked before them both, his cock already half-hard.
‘Merlin’s balls, Harry, give a man a bit of warning,’ Draco grouched, and Harry smiled and shifted closer, dropping a kiss on the back of Draco’s neck while his hand reached around the front of his body and gripped Draco’s dick. Draco groaned and leaned back against him, letting his eyes close, and Hermione bit her lip and pressed her thighs together under the hot water.
Harry gave her a dark smile, his eyes glittering with lust. ‘Feeling lonely, Hermione?’ he asked kindly, and she nodded desperately.
‘Why don’t you both get in here now, before the water gets cold?’
Harry laughed, presumably at her impatience. He released Draco’s dick, making him huff in frustration, and pushed him towards Hermione and the bath.
‘What is it you always say, Malfoy?’ Harry asked lightly as Draco approached her. ‘“Let’s not keep our lioness waiting.”’
Draco slipped into the water alongside Hermione, his body sliding against hers as he gently gripped her jaw and pulled her in for a long, lingering kiss. Draco’s mouth left hers when the water splashed gently and Harry joined them, groaning in delight as he slipped his body beneath the hot water.
‘What do I need to do to get a massage from one of you?’ Harry asked hopefully, looking at Draco and Hermione with pleading eyes.
Hermione opened her mouth to reply, but gasped when Draco slid one finger straight into her cunt. Draco grinned wickedly, finding her already aroused enough to be able to slip a second finger straight in.
‘Wait a minute,’ Harry said. ‘Is he fingering you right now?’
Draco threw him a smirk, and Hermione struggled to not laugh at Harry’s indignant look. Draco curled his fingers and stroked inside of her then, and her only response was a breathy moan. Harry’s eyes narrowed, and he pushed through the water towards them, catching Hermione’s body in his arms.
‘Can’t let Draco have all the fun, can we?’ Harry purred into her ear as he reached down and gently slid a finger of his own into her cunt alongside the two Draco already had in place.
‘Oh god,’ Hermione murmured, letting the buoyancy of the water as well as Draco and Harry’s arms hold her up. It was a strange sensation, having them both play with her at the same time, but a very pleasant one. She groaned as Draco curled his fingers inside her again and Harry slipped his out to circle her clit instead.
‘I need one of you to fuck me,’ she gasped as Harry pressed hard against her. ‘Now.’
Harry laughed and pulled her away from Draco, his fingers sliding free from her. He reached out with a hand to push on Draco’s shoulder, making him sit back on one of the marble underwater ledges of the ginormous bathtub.
‘I think Draco needs a bit of love,’ Harry said, floating Hermione through the water towards their boyfriend, ‘seeing as he didn’t catch the snitch and his team lost the game.’
Hermione managed to roll her eyes as Draco splashed Harry. ‘Fuck off, Potter,’ he drawled, but he still reached out and grabbed hold of Hermione’s hips, pulling her through the water to face him.
Hermione straddled Draco’s lap, easing herself down onto his cock, as Harry grabbed Draco’s hair and pulled his face towards him for a kiss. She heard Draco’s muffled groan in Harry’s mouth as she bottomed out on him, her own fingers digging into his shoulders as he filled her.
Harry released Draco’s face as Hermione started to ride him, rocking her hips in broad circles and grinding her clit against him at the same time. Harry moved through the water until he was behind Hermione, planting kisses up along her spine and snaking his hands around her to cup her breasts in his palms.
As always happened now when they were together, Hermione could feel the bond flowing between the three of them, the reassuring heat anchoring her. Harry dropped one of his hands from her breast to trace down her ribs, gently stroking her soul marks and making her arch backwards into his touch.
‘Harry,’ she whispered over her shoulder, earning her a questioning hum in response. ‘I want you, too,’ she said, reaching backwards with one arm, stroking his hair.
Draco seemed to catch on quicker than Harry, his hands tightening on her hips and his head falling back against the warmed tiles. Harry nuzzled Hermione’s hair, and then she felt his lips against her ear.
‘What do you mean?’ he asked in confusion, and Hermione groaned in frustration, her cheeks flushing, as Draco chuckled below her.
‘Tell him what you want, Granger,’ Draco said firmly, and Hermione squirmed under his commanding voice.
‘I want…’ she tried, gasping as Draco’s hips jerked upwards and his dick thrust deeper into her. ‘Fuck, I want both of you… both of you at the same time.’
‘But you have both of us—’ Harry started, but then he stopped. ‘Oh,’ he murmured against her ear. ‘Hermione.’
She could practically hear the smirk in his voice, a talent he had definitely learned from Draco over the past few months they’d been together.
‘Are you saying you want me to fuck you in the arse while you ride our boyfriend’s cock?’
Merlin. One thing that had been unexpected about Harry was how wonderful his ability to talk dirty was. Hermione groaned as the bond flared in excitement between the three of them.
‘Yes, Harry,’ she gasped, and he muttered a curse under his breath.
She could feel his dick under the water, already rock hard and pressing insistently against her back. He reached down with the tip on a finger, gently circling the rim of her arse before murmuring a lubrication charm. Hermione groaned the next moment as his finger slowly breached her, and Draco set her nerves on fire even more by thrusting up into her again.
‘Draco,’ she moaned, wrapping her hands in his hair. He nuzzled her breast and kissed her nipple before sucking it into his mouth. Harry added a second finger at the same time, sending her further into bliss.
Hermione could feel the bond glowing brighter and brighter as her two boys teased and tantalised her body. Draco reached down and pressed against Hermione’s clit, making her arch above him. He didn’t release her nipple, biting it gently and making her whine with the pain that dashed incredibly close to pleasure.
‘Are you ready, Hermione?’ Harry whispered against her hair, and Draco increased the pressure against her clit, still shallowly fucking up into her.
She nodded, having been robbed of her voice by their ministrations, and Harry slowly pulled out his fingers and moved his body closer to her, the head of his cock pressing against her.
She felt one of his hands tangle in her curls, pulling just enough to force her head back, pushing her breasts further into Draco’s face. He moved to her other breast, licking her nipple with long, languorous strokes, making Hermione keen.
‘Say it, Hermione,’ Harry insisted, his dick just pressing against her, not moving.
Hermione gasped as Draco bit down on her nipple and circled her clit with his finger, easing up just enough for her to get her breath back for a moment.
‘Harry, please,’ she panted. She felt like she might lose her mind with the pleasure they were giving her, her body trembling and eager between them. ‘Please,’ she added desperately, and Harry released her hair, moving his hand to her hip as the other one grasped his dick.
‘I’ve got her, Potter,’ Draco said, moving his fingers from her clit - much to her dismay - and holding her steady by the hips. He grinned and reached forward to kiss her collarbone when she whined at the loss of his fingers. ‘Patience, Granger,’ he purred to her as Harry pressed his dick back against her arse, slowly sliding into her. ‘You’ll come just as soon as you’ve taken both of our cocks deep inside you.’
Gods, was he trying to kill her with his words? She bit her lip as the flared head of Harry’s dick breached her, and he breathed heavily against her hair as he pushed the rest of the way in, Draco’s hands on her hips holding her still and not letting her move her body away from the sweet, delicious pain of Harry filling her.
‘Christ, Granger,’ Draco murmured now, and when she fluttered her eyelids open, she found him watching her with something akin to worship in his eyes. ‘You’re fucking perfect,’ he whispered, punctuating his words with a long kiss as Harry settled against her.
‘You’re both perfect,’ Harry corrected, his voice as tight as his grip on her waist.
‘I know I’m perfect, Potter,’ Draco somehow managed to grin. ‘Now, please get on with it. I can feel your cock inside her, and I think I may be about to embarrass myself if you don’t get moving.’
Harry laughed rather breathlessly against her, but Draco’s fingers returning to Hermione’s clit robbed her of any ability to make a sound. Instead, she clung onto Draco, her nails sinking into the flesh of his shoulders. He didn’t utter a word of complaint, letting her cling to him as he played with her clit and Harry finally started to fuck her.
With every thrust, the water and her balance on Draco rocked her against his cock and his fingers, and soon they were silent with concentration and anticipation. The only sounds that could be heard were the slosh of water against tiles, the slap of skin against skin, and the soft, stuttered breathing between the three of them.
Hermione felt weightless and adrift between Harry and Draco, their bodies surrounding her, their bond engulfing her, flaring and beautiful as it glowed. She let her head fall back, Harry kissing the side of her neck and Draco kissing the hollow of her collarbone.
‘Fucking hell, I’m fucking close,’ Harry panted as he thrust himself deep into her again, the feel of him filling her as she rode Draco’s cock sending her closer to oblivion. She was only vaguely aware of Draco replying.
‘Me too. I can’t hold on much longer. Granger?’
Hearing her name, Hermione focused just enough to see Draco’s eyes closed and an almost-pained look on his face.
‘Sweetheart, are you close?’ Draco asked, twisting his wrist so his fingers pressed harder against her.
She managed to nod. ‘Harder,’ she mumbled, and Draco opened his eyes and looked up to Harry.
‘You heard the lady.’ He grinned, and Harry grunted as he tightened his hold on her and starting fucking her with abandon. She gasped as he thrust into her again and again, rocking her against Draco’s cock, and Draco’s expert fingers continued with their magic.
‘Gods,’ she managed to cry out only moments later, and Harry hissed in triumph from behind her.
‘That’s it, Granger, good girl,’ Draco praised her, and a second later, everything went black as her body trembled and exploded, her orgasm tearing through her and sending shockwaves through their bond. The boys both gasped as she came, no doubt from the shaking of their bond as well as the clenching of all of her muscles gripping them inside her.
‘Fuck,’ Draco managed to mutter weakly before he thrust up once, hard, into her and then held himself still as he came into her. From behind her Harry thrust twice more, one hand reaching up to wrap in her hair again and one blindly reaching out for Draco’s hand as he followed them both over the edge and into oblivion.
It felt like hours later when Hermione drifted down to earth like a feather. Draco was panting hard, still holding Harry’s hand with his other hand cradling Hermione’s hip, his head thrown back against the tiles. Hermione was slumped over him, her forehead resting against his chest, and she could feel Harry’s cheek press into her upper back as he embraced her from behind. Safe and snug between them both, she didn’t move until Harry stirred, gently pulling his cock free from her. She groaned weakly in protest, but he hooked his hands under her armpits and gently pulled her off Draco as well.
‘Let’s get you cleaned up, love,’ Harry whispered to her, and he began to wash her boneless body down, his touch soft and tender. Draco joined them, washing first Hermione’s hair and then Harry’s, and eventually, they made it out of the bathroom and into the bedroom to get ready for their Floo departure.
A whole year had passed since Hermione’s soul marks had first appeared. She pulled on a blue dress and picked up her beaded handbag that may or may not have had an illegal Undetectable Extension Charm attached to it.
Harry gave her a smile as he shrugged on a jacket and closed his travelling trunk, shrinking it down with a wave of his hand.
‘Are you ready for your birthday present?’ he asked as he walked up to her and brushed her hair back from her face.
‘I thought I just had my present,’ she teased him, reaching up to kiss him.
‘Ah, that was just a pre-birthday treat,’ he teased back, his lips soft against hers. ‘Now you have to let Draco go full pureblood rich-boy on you and let us woo you in Paris for the week.’
Hermione grinned and leaned in for another kiss and, a second later, heard Draco’s voice from down the hallway.
‘Are you both ready?’ Draco called bossily. ‘We’re expected at the Floo point in five minutes.’
‘Coming, darling,’ Harry called back with a smile. He took Hermione’s hand, and together they went to find Draco to Apparate to the Ministry.
‘Don’t tell Draco,’ Hermione murmured to Harry as they approached the Ministry Floo point five minutes later. ‘But I think it’s quite sexy when he speaks French. You remember that mission we had in Paris?’
Harry’s green eyes darkened. ‘Yeah, I do,’ he said. ‘And you’re right. Maybe if we wind him up enough, we can get him to tell us off in French in bed,’ he added with a very Draco-like smirk on his face. As Hermione giggled in response, Draco gave them a suspicious look over his shoulder as he waited for the Ministry Floo attendant to stamp their papers.
‘What are you two whispering about?’ he asked sternly.
‘Nothing, darling,’ Harry called with false sweetness, and Draco’s scowl deepened.
Their papers stamped, Draco turned back to them as he tucked their paperwork away in his blazer pocket.
‘Paris awaits,’ he said with a smile, reaching out to take Hermione’s hand, Harry on her other side. ‘Come on, birthday girl,’ Draco added with a kiss to her hair, and the three of them approached the Floo.
Hermione couldn’t help the smile that crossed her face as she stepped into the fireplace and let the green flames engulf her and her soul mates.
It had been a whole year since her soul marks had appeared.
Nine months of agony waiting for Draco to find out.
Seven weeks of desperation waiting for Harry to join them.
Two days of heartache when Harry disappeared.
But now they had been together since the start of August, and Hermione knew they had the rest of their lives together? Was all the pain worth it?
As she stepped from the Floo into Wizarding Paris, both Draco and Harry looking back at her with love and adoration in their gazes, Hermione knew there was only one possible answer to that question.
Yes.