Saving Hermione

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Chapter the Eighth


When Severus finally had enough breath to move, he rolled off of her. She cuddled herself to him, smiling contentedly. He wrapped an arm around her and waited for Draco to come back. When he saw the blond approaching, he nodded and proceeded to haul himself up, swinging his legs over the side of the bed. He turned and looked at the flushed form of the girl in his bed. She was gorgeous, her dark hair splayed over the red satin, her lithe body sprawled about in the glowing aftermath of sex. Though the sheets hid the evidence well, Severus knew she had been a virgin, and that he had not been the most gentle of lovers. He had felt her orgasm, so knew she wasn\'t adverse to it, but he still felt guilt nawing at the edges of his mind.

He swept her up, throwing Hermione over his shoulder and walked to where Draco stood by the steaming bath. He knew exactly what she needed now. He landed a loud smack across Hermione\'s bottom, telling her to stop squirming so he could put her down. Through the short trip to the bathtub, she had been yelling playful insults, smacking his butt and legs in an attempt to get him to put her down. When she was finally placed on her feet, she found that her legs wouldn\'t hold her, and so Hermione promptly fell into Draco\'s waiting arms.

He held her tenderly, keeping her from falling as Severus added a few drops of lime green liquid to the bath. The water began to steam more profusely, shimmering like quicksilver. He reconised this from his own time with Severus. It was a specific potion made to ease the discomfort of newly plucked virginity. Draco raised an eyebrow at his Professor, silently questioning him. He got a nod in answer. \'Well, atleast she gave it up to a truly proficient lover,\' he thought to himself. \'We definately have some things in common.\' With a smirk, he picked her up in his arms and lowered Hermione into the bath. \"Do you think there is room in there for three?\" Draco asked her.

\"You have to be kidding me. It may look small, but it isn\'t. Even if it were, we could make room for him, don\'t you think?\" She gestured at Severus over her shoulder, playfully excluding him from the conversation.

He growled at her and slid into the water behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and craddling her between his legs. She sighed and leaned back onto him. \"Yep, we would make room for him.\" She kept her eyes shut when she felt the water shifting around Draco. He settled himself with his head on her shoulder, Severus\'s arms around both of them. They stayed that way for quite a while, relaxing in the soothing, perpetually hot water. Hermione was the one to finally break the light trance they were all in when her stomach growled loudly. \"It appears that I am hugary.\" Severus snorted. \"As if that were not obvious. Come on, lets get dry and get some food.\"

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Their relationship progressed in the same vein for quite awhile, Draco dragging Hermione down to their room for Severus\'s attention whenever he saw a melancholy look on her face. She liked the attention, the feelings she got whenever he showed up outside her door to drag her off to torture and sex were indescribable. She was fairly certain Draco and Severus felt the same way. Not only was their physical intimace increasing, but so was their emotional intimacy.

Severus had been in love once when he was young, and had vowed never to find himself in such a state again. She and her rejection of him had been the reason he took the Dark Mark. He had sold his soul to the Devil because of grief over a woman. In general, he prided himself on being a logical and in control kind of person, and so he was ashamed of the lack of control he had had over his emotions. All in all, he found his growing feelings of tenderness and fondness for Draco and Hermione to be more than a bit disturbing.

Draco also had his problems with relationships: thoughs he had with his family not anything to boast about, and thoughs he had with the other Slytherins were better called manipulations than actual relationships. He found himself becoming nervous around Hermione, wondering what she thought of him, hoping he was pleasing her, hoping that he didn\'t hurt her. He found himself admiring his potions teacher more and more, found himself growing fond of him as he would with an uncle. But he hid these emotional changes well, Malfoy that he was.

Hermione was a more openly emotional person than either of them were, and she knew that she was getting.... attached to them. She tried to rationalise it, explain the why of it, but eventually, she gave up, not caring why she was falling in love with them. Them, plural. Hermione had been raised a good girl, her parents had taught her that relationships were supposed to be one man with one woman, but that she should not judge other people by that standard. The fact that she was fucking two men concurently and simultaneously was astounding, never mind that she found she was falling in love with both of them. So she hid it, not letting them see how far her emotions went, until one day when hermione saw Pansy throwing herself yet again at Draco...

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