Triumvirate

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or the songs included in this fanfic nor do I make money off them. These stories are for entertainment only.


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When you were just friends
At least that's what you said
Now I know better from his fingers in your hair
I forgive you for what you've done
If you say that I'm the one

Just Friends - Gavin Degraw

Hermione pushed the door open slowly to find her two lovers waiting for her in Draco’s large bed. The fire roared cheerfully in the grate warming the cavernous space. She paused inside the door trying to gather her nerve.

Draco thought she was adorable standing there. Little pink toes curled against the wooden floor. Lifting his hand, he smiled, “Come on Mione”

She shrugged from her stupor and crossed the room to stand beside the bed. After a moment’s hesitation she climbed over his lap to nestle between them.

“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want” Harry assured her.

She nodded, rather shocked when instead of being pounced on, they handed her gifts.

One wrapped in red and gold, one in green and silver. She lifted her brow at them.

“Open them!” Draco said impatiently.

“Well hang on” she replied, she reached into the pocket of her robe and drew out two tiny packages and Draco resized them for her.

“You and your wandless magic” she said.

The trio sat in the satiny softness of Draco’s sheets. Laughing and exchanging brightly wrapped presents.

Hermione had given Harry a set of blueprints. He’d once seen a muggle castle in a book and wanted one of his own. She had tracked down the designs and carefully had them recreated, adding in all the modern conveniences he would need.

He blinked at them. “Mione?” he asked, “How did you..”

She smiled, “ I have my ways. It’s correct to the last carpentry nail and stone.”

He hugged her tightly, he’d nearly forgotten how he’d once told her about the castle. Draco eyes the large roll curiously, “What in the name of Nicodemus is that?”

Harry smiled brightly, leaning over to kiss Hermione, “Mmm, dream home”

Draco opened his own gift from her, a bracelet stared up at him. The simple silver design was neat and elegant. He lifted it and studied it, sensing a charm on it. “It’s lovely” he told her, “Thank you but what have you charmed it with?”

She smiled, “Truth” she said easily, “While you wear it. If a person lies to you, it will warm slightly and the truth will appear on the band. I thought it might be useful.”

Draco was stunned at her thoughtful gesture, “Thank you Mione, thank you.”

After receiving a kiss from him, they both demanded she open her gifts.

From Harry came a ring, cleverly fashioned from many intertwining bands. A puzzle ring, and woven into the strands were three small stone. A ruby, garnet and an emerald. She lifted her eyes to him in question.

“Three stones, three of us. If you split the bands apart, you have to find the sequence to bring the three stones back together otherwise they stay apart on the ring.”

She smiled as he put in on her finger, “Kind of like us” she mused.

“Glad we got the right sequence” Harry agreed.

Draco’s gift was a pendant set with a small crystal ball held in a dragon’s claw. Hermione gasped when she turned it in her hand. It showed her images.

“Think of what or who you want to see. It will show you. It will also warn of the feelings of others as you watch.” He explained, “And it can never lie. I’ve charmed it that way.”

She hugged him and then Harry, “They are lovely, thank you both very much!”

Harry waited for several more minutes before levitating the gifts to the floor.

Hermione knew what was going to happen, wanted it so badly she burned and yet the lingering fears remained.

“We won’t hurt you” Harry promised, smoothing his hand down the silk covering her arm. The material gave softly, exposing one shoulder to the dark lord. His lips ghosted over the pale flesh, his breath coming in warm puffs against the curve.

She closed her eyes, fighting the shiver that ran through her as his touch, his words.
“Tell me what you want.”

Her teeth clamped on her lower lip.

Draco knew what she wanted, knew she was too frightened to ask for it outright. For now.

“Shall I take the choice away from you?” he asked, his voice dark, tempting, “Rip that bloody control of yours away and make you take all I have to give you?”

Harry lifted his eyes to Draco’s over her shoulder, he was about to warn Draco away from that course.

And then Hermione moaned.

He blinked at her reaction, her eyes were open now. Locked on Draco, glazed with want and needy desire.

“She loves dominants, Harry. Or Hadn’t you found that out yet?”

Harry nodded, “Yeah but… that far?”

Draco fisted his hand in the back of her lush hair dragging her forward to lock her in a hungry kiss. Her mouth opened almost immediately as he ravaged her mouth. She tried to thread her hands through Draco’s hair but he stopped her with a growled command against her lips.

“Clasp your hands behind your back pet, don’t touch me until I say so.”

Harry watched in wonder has she obeyed.

“Harry?”

He tore his gaze from her hands to Draco. The blonde wizard searched his eyes carefully, but Harry understood the unspoken question. As long as Hermione was comfortable playing, they would play.

Harry gathered her hair atop her head, pressing kisses over her shoulders and throat. Draco lapping at her tongue, the roof of her mouth with slow, lazy motions. His long fingered hand sliding over her throat to trace the fluted joint of her collarbone.

Another set of hands, Harry’s she knew, slid around her to cup her breasts, fingers teasing the taut peaks, before twisting them lightly. She moaned into Draco’s mouth at that and Harry gave her more pressure, the fine line of pain swimming through her.

His left hand strayed further to the tie of her robe, tugging it loose. He splayed his hand over her stomach and then dipped lower. His fingers teasing against the wetness he found there.

Hermione arched as his fingertip brushed over her pearl, then circled.

Draco felt her mouth fall into a slack O and smirked against her, nipping his way along the column of her throat. He bit lightly on the junction of neck and shoulder and she cried out, clenching around the fingers that Harry had snuck inside of her.

“Like that do you?” Harry purred to her, nipping her ear. She nearly purred in response. Harry felt Draco push against her and took her weight against his chest. Watching as the golden man ate at her nipples. When he pulled from each with audible pops, Harry saw they were the color of bruised berries.

Hermione panted and groaned, her sounds of passion escalating with each bite, each stroke, each plunge of Harry’s fingers. Her hips were arching now, seeking releasing in a feverish rhythm.

Harry bit her lobe and then growled to her, “There are rules about coming Mione”.

He backed off his touches keeping her painfully aware and wanting. He caught Draco’s eye again, locking himself in his mind. Wordlessly speaking to the other.

Hermione found herself being pushed back against the linens, her hands placed above her head. She opened her eyes to find Harry leaning over her, his mouth catching hers for a deep, tongue dueling kiss before he nipped his way to her stomach.

Hermione felt her fingertips brush against his legs, his heavy sex was inches above her. An easy reach. She felt Draco part her for Harry’s pleasure.

She watched as Harry lowered his head, nipping her hips as he did so. Silver eyes locked with hers a second before Harry pressed his mouth to her core. It was like an explosion of molten silver as Draco held her eyes while Harry ate at her sex.

She panted, her hips rocking against the dark lord’s face.

Harry flicked his tongue against her, whispering to her in parse tongue. The language slow and sensuous and requiring many subtle movements of the tongue. She arched against him feeling orgasm rise like an angry beast in her.

Her head thrashed from side to side as she fought it, but she knew she was losing. She frantically looked back at Draco. Her eyes wide and panicked.

“I can’t!” she wailed as heat surged through her body.

“Go ahead Mione” Harry growled against her wetness, “Come!”

His harsh whisper sent her reeling over the edge and she came with a shout that made her voice hoarse.

Harry did not relent, pushing her into the painful fringe of over sensitivity and then onto another orgasm. Her thighs shook against his cheeks, her mouth open in a silent scream this time. Her body bowing from the bed into his waiting hands.

Harry sucked at her, lashed at her, plunged his tongue into her, feeling her struggle against him, crushed under his overwhelming affections. He let his teeth press lightly against her pearl and she came again.

Her hands still above her head, clutching the linens to tightly her knuckles were bone white and the weave of the cloth was giving under the fierceness of her grip.

Harry lifted his head and gently stroked her tender petals with his fingertips, bringing her slowly down.

Draco saw the glistening juices on Harry’s mouth and chin and leaned forward, catching the dark lord’s face in his grasp, licking and lapping until the honey was gone.

Hermione came to only to find Harry and Draco locked in a passionate kiss that took her breath away. When Harry pushed a finger into her and then withdrew it, offering it to Draco she nearly passed out.

Draco noticed her interest first and chuckled, “Bit different?”

She nodded.

“You needn’t worry Mione” he told her, “We are your lovers. Not one another’s. But you are far too delicious to waste.”

It hadn’t worried her, but the words soothed her at any rate.

“Roll over” Harry commanded her and she rolled, keeping her hands above her head.

She felt strong hands on her lower back, pressing and massaging. “What are you doing?” she asked in a sleepy sated voice.

“Preparing you of course” came Draco’s voice from nearby.

Just as she was about to ask what for, a slick warm liquid slithered over her bottom, dripping between the cheeks.

She caught the scent of peaches.

And then fingers were sliding over her, spreading tingling heat through her. When those questing fingers circled the puckered entrance she bit her lip but couldn’t stop the moan. He mind replaying the last encounter that particular part of her had had at Draco’s hands.

His mouth.

She knew that dark, forbidden pleasure lay waiting and rested her head on Harry’s thigh as Draco teased her body.

Draco watched her carefully for any sign of fear or discomfort but he saw none. Was careful to avoid that.

His other hand was sliding between her sex and the linens, teasing both orifices at once. She lifted her hips like a bitch in heat. Her thighs wet.

Hermione was adrift in a sea of growing sensations. When Draco gently pressed against her star, her hips pressed back and she groaned at the feeling of his long finger slowly penetrating her.

She turned her face to Harry’s thigh, pressing hot open mouth kisses to the flesh as her hips urged Draco to move harder, faster. He did not and she mewled at the burning want in her stomach.

“Give her something to keep her quiet” Draco told Harry, who merely shifted his position until his sex bobbed before her nose.

“You know what to do” Harry told her.

Hermione moaned, taking him deep, her tongue curling against the underside of his head.

Harry’s toes curled at that.

Draco slid another finger into her heat, all the while pressing small circles around her pearl. Keeping the line blurred in her mind and body. When she relaxed against his fingers and he was able to wriggle them, she moaned.

She sucked hard and Harry knew he couldn’t take this. He pulled from her, kissing her mouth.

Draco knew she wasn’t quite ready for something of his size and so he conjured an ornate item of green glass. A large and stylized D rested at the flat end. He pressed a kiss to her cheek, “I want you to stay relaxed for me.”

She mewled, feeling his tongue slide over her pucker and then stab at it.

Hermione cried out and then even sound fell away.

Draco withdrew his tongue and gently eased the lubed plug into her.

Her small whimper drew his attention and he increased the pressure on her pearl until she was trying to ride his hand.

Once seated to the hilt he grinned at his initial peeking back at him. “Good girl” he crooned, sliding his hands over her cheeks.

Hermione felt the fullness in her tight channel and winced. It didn’t hurt but it did feel odd.

“What is that?” she asked.

“A plug.”

“Plug?”

“Mhmm. It will ease what is to come later this night.”

“How… how long will I wear it?”

“Only half an hour. This time.”

Draco twisted the plug and she started at the feeling. “I don’t think I like that thing”

He arched a brow, “What was that pet?”

“I said I don’t think I like it” she repeated.

“Does it hurt?” Harry chimed in.

“No. It’s just… strange.”

Draco lightly swatted her backside, forcing the plug deeper and she moaned, eyes going wide.

“You will wear it because I wish it” he told her, with another swat.

She nodded, feeling the strange heat building in her bottom with every thrust of that plug.

Draco kept his hand on it, pressing it deep inside of her and rotated his hand making it swivel inside.

Sweat broke out on her brow and she panted, “Oh Merlin Draco please!”

“Shall I make you come from this odd feeling toy?” he asked her.

She moaned, pushing her hips back.

He teased her for long moments before he spoke again, “No I don’t think I will.”

She whimpered.

He leaned close to breathe into her ear, “When you come from something in your arse, it will be me”.

His words made her stomach tighten and her blood heat. She wanted, no, needed to be taken.

If she said it, he might give in. So she tried, “Please Draco, Harry, I want to feel you.”

Harry chucked knowingly, “You are feeling us” he replied stroking her cheek.

She shook her head, “No! Inside!”

Draco swatted her again making her moan gutturally.

True to his word for the next half hour he teased her body with help from Harry. She was so ready that it hurt.

Draco moved to remove the plug and Hermione sighed at the empty feeling before she became dissatisfied.

Draco quickly lubed himself up and positioned himself at her gleaming pucker. “Take a deep breath” he told her, “Relax and let me in.”

He slowly pierced her, watching the erotic vision of her body refuse him and then, like a flower blossom around his length, allowing him entrance. Harry kept his lips fused to hers the entire time and Draco drew figure eights over her pearl.

Hermione felt the pressure grow in her backside, there was a slight pain and she forced herself to relax. Draco went slowly, giving her body time to adjust and he never pushed into her, rather pulled her back onto his length.

She panted against Harry when the pressure became to much, her head shaking back and forth. Just when she thought she could take no more, it stopped.
He was no longer moving, lodged inside of her body to the hilt.

Draco waited for long minutes and then began his teasing anew.

Hermione rocked back against him and gasped.

He felt….so ….good!

Draco knew the moment her pain ended. Her whole body shivered and she tightened around him before loosening enough to allow movement.

He felt huge inside of her. It was soft, warm and welcoming. He let out a hiss and looked down at her pale back before leaning forward to kiss her shoulder.

Hermione’s mouth dropped open and she let out a purring moan as she felt Draco begin to move, stretching her body around his girth, filling her. It stole her breath.

“Mmmmm,” Draco breathed, his pupils constricting as he looked down at the lovely witch and pushed deeper, slowly setting the rhythm that would make them both shatter. Hermione straddled Harry in her current position and the dark lord was enjoying the show.

“ Mione. Open your eyes. I want to see them,” Harry panted , drawing back and stroking Hermione’s cheek. She obeyed letting out another moan of pleasure as she opened her eyes and looked up at him, amber eyes glistening.

“Now you’re going to learn what it is to be loved by two wizards” he breathed, grasping her hips and slowly lowering her onto his own hardness. He moved slowly, feeling Draco’s member rub against his own through the thin barrier of her body.

She cried out at the rush of sensation but he soothed her. Then slipping his arms under her arms, his hands twining in her hair, he smiled up at Hermione as he locked his mouth to hers and began to thrust slowly, filling her again and again.

The trio undulated sensuously on the large bed. Harry and Draco flexing in time to Hermione‘s movements. Both men were sure and deliberate, lips moving over her mouth, throat and shoulders, hands controlling the motions of her hips as they moved in tandem within her. One in one out.

Hermione knew she wouldn’t last long, already her thighs were trembling, her breath uneven. Orgasm danced, shimmering just before her.

Hermione mewled and moaned with pleasure, unable to do anything but feel and respond to these tender ministrations. Both men panted and groaned, each determined on keeping up his slow steady possession, Hermione’s fluids bathing them in heat as they penetrated her again and again.

Eager to please, careful not to harm.

Hermione thought that heaven surely existed between these two where she was currently pressed, pleasure rolling over her with every tender, fulfilling thrust, like waves on the ocean. Relentless, unending.

Hermione’s eyes flew open, liquid and wet as she looked down at the dark lord, who wore a soft smile and a blissful expression. There was love there. In those emerald depths so much that it made her feel every thrust all the way to her very soul.

She pressed her mouth to his, lapping at his lower lip until he opened up and let her in, when her tongue touched his he took full control of the kiss. His hands roving over her spine, brushing over Draco’s hand that held her hips steady.

Harry broke the kiss as his pleasure began to build. The pressure in his lower spine growing tight and heavy. “I’m going to come” he rasped out. He began to chant the incantation that would bind him to Hermione.

Draco nodded, feeling his own, he reached down grasping her by the hair and lifted her semi-upright so he could catch her mouth in a heated kiss as he speared into her and Harry undulated beneath her.

The dark lord cried out a moment later, stiffening against them, his face screwing up with the force of his eruption. His hands clutching her tightly.

His fingers slid down through the wet of her folds to pinch and pull at her pearl. His own muttered incantations flew from his lips on heated whispers.

Hermione threw her head back and screamed as she climaxed. Draco shoved her forward onto Harry’s chest and pounded into her, seeking his own release.

When he found it, he swore he saw star. He shouted her name and then collapsed against her back. Barely able to catch his weight on his arms.

He pressed a kiss to the back of her neck, licking the salt from her skin there.

He managed to roll to his side, taking her with him, then Harry closed the distance. A quick cleaning spell and a very exhausted witch was about to go under.

“What were you chanting?” she murmured sleepily against Draco’s shoulder.

“Bonding spell” Harry replied with a yawn, “We are yours now. When and if you are ready you can return the favor.”

Hermione barely processed the words before sleep took her.

Draco mumbled a healing charm against her hair, he didn’t want her to be too sore in the morning.

He was after all, a gentleman.

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Two weeks passed blissfully for the trio. Hermione focused on her work by day and her lovers by night. They had spoken in detail about the bonding. It was something they felt strongly about, but refused to push her into.

It was older than wizard marriage and it was a partnership of sorts. A form of promised commitment and fidelity. Should any party wish to sever it, they could. But while it was in place, they would be aware of sadness or danger that came to the other.

Hermione was still busily trying to find a cure to Draco’s curse and to that end she had even spoken to Narcissa’s portrait.

‘There is a reason he was named Draconis. The bloodline curse traits were very strong in him from the beginning. Even during my pregnancy with him.”

“Bloodline curse. So this wasn’t just something Lucius turned loose on him?”

“Oh no.” Narcissa said, “All Malfoy males are born with some degree of the curse dormant in their systems. So long as the curse is not… activated so to speak, they live normal lives and bear human children. But the gene is passed.”

Hermione paused to scribble a few notes.

“Why do you think the Malfoy family has been so cautious of each other? Of keeping only purebloods in the line?”

Hermione thought, “To control the curse?”

“Exactly. They believed that the power of pureblood wizards would hold the curse in check. The reality was that only someone of that line could condemn another. Lucius loved his son. Once. But he believed that awakening his curse would bring about two things…

One that Draco would be punished for his insubordination to his father’s wishes. The second would be that Draco might eventually seek out Lord Voldemort to see if he might be healed. It would not happen of course but in his other form, he makes a formidable weapon does he not?”

“He’s a human being” Hermione shot back, “Not a weapon. That‘s the problem with Slytherins. Always looking to use people.”

Narcissa arched her brow, “As Dumbledore didn’t seek to use Lord Potter as a horcrux? As he didn’t use Snape? Even you?”

Hermione fell silent, knowing she was right. “That doesn’t make it right.”

“No” the other said sadly, “It doesn’t”

Hermione thought about it long and hard, “Can you tell me the curse?”

Narcissa sighed, “Cursed are you
in moonlight's sway
cursed in the light of day
cursed to walk the lonely path
cursed to ever suffer wrath
you alone always shall be
blood the link that sets you free”

Hermione wrote furiously, jotting down every word. She could muddle through this. It’s what she did best.

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Hermione didn’t come home that night, and Draco went to her office. He found her pouring over dusty old tomes. Her eyes red from dust and strain.

“Woman what the hell are you doing here?” he asked from the door of her study.

Hermione jumped at the worried tone in his voice, “Draco! You startled me!”

“You? Harry and I have been worried about you? No owl, no floo call.”

“I’m sorry” she said looking at the clock, “I got busy and lost track of time.”

Draco sighed with relief then looked at her desk, “What are you working on? Not an assignment from Harry.”

She shook her head, “No. Nothing like that.”

She tried to shuffle the parchments and books away. But he was faster and snapped one up, reading it carefully.

His silver eyes met hers over the parchment, “This is….my curse”

She looked at the tabletop, “Yes. I was looking - “

“For a way to break it?”

“Yes”

“There isn’t one” He sounded more resigned than sad, “Just let me have my time with you.”

He tidied her desk and helped her to stand, “Harry wished to see us tonight. He has something special to tell us.”

She nodded and followed him out into the hall. His words sinking in.

“I won’t accept that.” she whispered, digging in her heels and stopping in the dimly lit corridor.

“Accept what pet?” he asked.

“That you are just giving up on yourself like this.”

He sighed, “I’m not. Look Mione I ran half way round the world to find a cure and got nowhere. Now if you don’t mind I want to live as a man, touch you like a man, while I am one.”

His fingertips trailed over her cheek and she felt the wetness in her eyes.

Hermione threw herself at him, pressing her lips to his as though he was water and she was parched.

Draco recovered swiftly, wrapping one arm around her and the other in her hair holding her steady for his sensual assault on her senses.

When the kiss broke, Hermione looked bemused for a moment, “Oh! I forgot something. Meet me in the great hall?”

Draco chuckled, “Yes, hurry along though.”

She nodded and dashed back to her office, gathering her needed books and notes and rushed towards the great hall.

Draco stood near the floo looking angry and Hermione glanced around for the reason.

Ron stood across the hall, arms folded over his chest. “Alright Mione?”

“Alright. You?”

He unfolded from his position and stalked forward.

Draco put himself between them, “What’s the matter with you?” he asked.

Ron ignored his question but stopped inches away, “What are you Mione?”

She blinked, “What?”

“You’re friends right? That’s what you told me.”

She nodded, “I did. Yes.”

Ron exploded, “Then why the bloody hell are you snogging him in the hallways Mione? If you’re just friends.”

She went pale, “Were you spying on me?”

“No” Ron shouted, “I came to leave a parcel at your office for you and I see you and the monster there getting fresh and pressin flesh!”

“Ronald Weasley, that is none of your business. We are leaving.”

“Friends don’t kiss Mione. Not like that. Not with his fingers in your hair and your tongue in his mouth.”

Draco wanted to say something but Hermione caught his arm and shouted out, “Malfoy Manor!”