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Theo shot up on the couch, heart racing, breath quickening. The lights in the Heads’ Common Room were off and a glance outside showed a dark sky. He saw his books and notes still scattered on the coffee table and realized he must have fallen asleep while working. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he shook his head and wondered what woke him up. As he gathered his belongings to return to his room, he heard it.
Again.
A low moan. Followed by a muffled cry.
Shit, he thought. It wasn’t the first time Hermione had a nightmare. Though she hid it from him at the beginning of their 8th year, and was usually vigilant about silencing charms at night, there were times that she’d forgotten. At least I know what to do now.
He dropped his things and walked toward her room. Her door was ajar and he could hear heavy breathing from within. Not wanting to startle her, he slowly pushed the door open with the tip of his finger.
Oh.
Hermione was not having a nightmare.
Not at all.
She wasn’t even asleep.
Frozen in the doorway, Theo watched as Hermione straddled Harry Potter on her bed. She rocked back and forth sinuously, head thrown back so that her riotous mane of curls looked like a waterfall over her spine. He spied a pair of hands on her waist.
Another moan. A series of breathy pants that flowed through the air.
“Come here,” was whispered and Theo marveled at the gruffness of Potter’s voice, the hard and commanding tone. Hermione leaned down, her hips lifting naturally, and suddenly Theo could see everything.
Potter’s hand sliding over her arse, a finger disappearing between the full globes Theo had admired more than once.
Hermione’s cunt stretching over a thick and hard cock.
He couldn’t stop the sound that escaped his mouth and even with the moans and grunts coming from the bed, it was still loud.
The couple stopped moving. Theo covered his mouth with a hand but couldn’t seem to move, not even when Hermione lifted herself onto her hands and looked over her shoulder at him. When Potter’s head also turned to stare, Theo felt the blood in his body rush down to his groin.
Fuck.
Hermione blinked at him, then turned to Potter, whispering something too low for him to hear. The Auror-in-training laughed, a rich and throaty sound that should not have sounded as sexy as it did. Theo stared at Potter’s hands moving to Hermione’s hips, smacking lightly, and he swallowed deeply when Hermione rose up onto her knees before getting off the bed.
She walked toward him, but his eyes were trained on Potter’s cock, wet with Hermione’s slick. Theo licked his upper lip at the sight. And then his throat dried up at the casual way Potter began stroking himself while watching the new scene play out.
“Theo.” Hermione’s voice was close, too close, and Theo jumped. She gave him an impish smile. “Did we wake you?”
“Uh, that is, what?” Theo shook his head and focused on Hermione. Who was standing in front of him completely naked. “A bit.”
“I’m sorry.”
Except she didn’t sound apologetic. In fact, if Theo thought about it, she sounded excited . He tried not to glance down her body, but it was difficult when her breasts peeked out from wayward curls, and he could see matching curls between her legs. He let out a light groan when she shifted and the light caught a sheen on her inner thighs.
“Mi, either bring him over here or shut the door and silence it this time.”
Potter’s words registered sharply in his mind and when he looked over at the sodding Boy-Who-Loved-Twice, Theo saw an amused grin on the man’s face. While he continued to stroke himself.
“I’m waiting.”
Hermione shot a semi-annoyed look at her boyfriend then turned back to Theo. Who still couldn’t quite understand what was happening. And who had an urge to replace Potter’s hand with his own.
“Interested?” Hermione asked him.
“Am I? What? Are you?”
“Simple yes or no, Nott.”
“Fuck off, Potter,” was his immediate reply.
“We can,” Hermione said. She leaned in close to him, rose up on her tiptoes so she could curl her hands around his shoulders. “But do you really want us to?”
No. No, he didn’t, and this was all new for him, the feelings, the urge. But he’d been attracted to Hermione since fifth year and Potter had filled out nicely once he started Auror training.
And hell if he was going to say no to their offer.
So he slid a hand over her waist and drew her even closer, grinding himself against her. “You sure about this?”
She rolled her eyes. “As smart as you are, Theodore, you are incredibly dense. We’ve been trying to get you to join us since October.”
He sputtered. “What?”
Her giggles were endearing and he almost thought, How cute, but then she turned and his gaze dropped to her arse. Leading him over to the bed, she climbed back on it, settling onto her knees. Without any preamble, she knocked Potter’s hand away and replaced it with her mouth.
Theo stared.
Fuck.
Potter’s hand snaked around her leg and Theo watched as his fingers dipped in and out of her.
“Are you just going to watch?” Potter sounded amused.
“No, I –”
“Get on the bed, Nott, and make her come.”
Oh.
Except that wasn’t what he wanted to do.
Not yet.
“In a bit.”
The two of them froze. She lifted her head.
And Potter laughed when Theo went to the other side of the bed and lowered his head to join Hermione. Right before the chuckles turned into fucks and just like thats.
None of them slept until the sun started to rise.