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Three Conditions	By : goldhorse Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 48512 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 9
Disclaimer: I do not own anything in the HP universe. JK Rowling does. I just borrow her toys and put them back in reletively decent shape when I'm through. I make no money doing this, which is why I work two jobs.

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“Are you sure you’re okay?” Harry whispered.
Hermione huffed and shucked her dress. “It’s just the human body, right?”
Harry blushed and looked away. “Yeah, sure.”
She paused on her bra strap. “Nia, are you okay?”
Nia was dressed in a silk cami of bright orange. She gave a sage smile. “You forget, I have seen hundreds of couples come together since I was very young. This is the first ritual of this nature I’ve seen but you will not, as you say, shock me or offend my delicate sensibilities.”
Draco chuckled. “Spoken like a true Brit. But you’ll forgive us if we’re just a tad worried.”
Nia tilted her head in acknowledgement. “I shall be fine. If it pleases you, I shall look away.”
“Look wherever you like,” Snape drawled. “But remember, you must be absolutely still.”
“I remember Master Snape. I shall only move when the magic has settled.”
“Will you be able to tell?” Hermione asked.
Nia nodded again. “I am certain of it. Master Snape explained the darkness. I shall move when it gives way to the light.”
Hermione put a hand on her stomach. “And the baby?”
“I will check him first.”
Hermione nodded and blew out a breath. No time like the present. Her stomach was in knots. Harry looked rather green. Draco was trying valiantly to keep a straight face, though she could see the amusement sparkling in his eyes. And Snape, he looked as cold and unreadable as ever with his crossed arms and ever-present tunic.
“W-what do we do first?” Harry stammered.
“First, you take this,” Snape announced. He brandished a potion that had a pinkish hue. “It should help with your strength and stamina.” He waited until Harry had knocked it back before he took out another bottle. This one was purple. “This potion isn’t exactly recommended, but we can use it if we need to. It shouldn’t interfere with the ritual.”
“What is it?” Harry whispered, eyes wary.
“A lust potion,” Snape said gruffly. “Should you need it. I would recommend waiting a moment to see if you can… perform… without it.”
Harry paled. “Yeah. Um. I’m not sure I can, you know, I mean…”
“Do stop stuttering, Potter,” Draco growled. “You’re killing the mood.”
Harry huffed, eyes flaring in annoyance. “What mood?”
Draco started berating Harry for trying to sabotage the ritual before it even started. Harry gave back as good as he got, pointing out that this whole thing was bloody ridiculous. Which it was, but it was also necessary. Hermione was secretly pleased to see the life return to those emerald green orbs. They’d been dull for so long, resigned, in pain. Maybe a fight with Draco was what he needed, something to make him feel alive again. Either that, or…. She looked over to see Snape quietly unbuttoning the millions of tiny buttons on his tunic. A small quirk in his lip was the only outward appearance that he was amused.
She smirked at him and winked. He returned it rather slyly, which made her jaw drop. He’d never broken his character of the gruff, dominating potion master. However, in the span of a few weeks, he’d managed to show compassion, empathy, and resolve. And now he had an even more devious side. Good to know.
She watched in astonishment as he shucked his shirt without a second thought but she couldn’t bite back her gasp when his ravaged neck was revealed. It had knitted back together rather well, all things considered. But apparently not even Dumbledore could heal the fang marks from Nagini. There had to be at least four sets. Her eyes watered, memories of his horrible near demise filtering through her brain.
“Stop staring,” Snape snapped.
She immediately lowered her eyes. “Sorry. It’s just, I had wondered, expected even. But in reality, well, I… It was so awful. And we couldn’t do anything.”
“You wouldn’t have if you could,” Snape growled.
“We would have,” Harry cut in. “I wanted to kill you. I won’t deny it. But something just didn’t ring true even then. And there’s the fact that no one deserved that, to be thrown away like trash. If you remember, we did try to staunch the bleeding.”
Snape closed his eyes and turned, unable to bear the memory. “Enough.”
“No,” Harry growled. “Not this time. In a few minutes, we’re going to be, well, as uncomfortably close as we can possibly get. I won’t leave it at this.”
“You will,” Snape snarled, turning with fire in his eyes. “I don’t need your pity!”
“Then how about my gratitude?” Harry asked. He struggled to rise from the bed, wobbling before righting himself on the wall. “Or perhaps an apology? I mean, the way you treated me was horrible. You were a right bastard. But I am sorry I didn’t believe in you. And I am thankful to you. You saved my life… in more ways than one. Even now, here you are. You could have just ignored us, not given us the potion even. You could have walked away, no one the wiser. And yet here you are, willing to fuck me even though you’d probably rather kiss your old Master than touch me.”
Snape’s eyes were warry as he watched Harry slowly stumble his way across the room. Hermione stepped back into Draco’s arms, afraid to even breathe too hard. Snape and Harry were two of the most explosive people she’d ever met. When they finally came together, it was either going to be in a passionate fury… or to murder each other. And right now, she wasn’t sure which one it would be.
“Are you even into men?” Harry breathed as he shuffled a hair’s breadth from Snape. His forehead barely reached the professor’s nose but he somehow managed to look directly into Snape’s eyes. “You loved my mother so much. How can you even look at me?”
“You have her eyes,” Snape whispered before he crashed his lips over Harry’s.
Snape grabbed the back of Harry’s head, pulling him closer so he could devour him. Hermione sank further back into Draco, trembling at the sheer animalistic nature of her friend’s makeout session with his former teacher. She’d known Harry had sort of a thing for Snape. He’d been devastated when he thought the dark professor had been a double agent for the dark. But then she’d pointed out several inconsistencies in his behavior the night of Dumbledore’s death. It was a tragedy… but there was something there that wasn’t right. She never could put her finger on it, but it gave Harry pause. There didn’t seem to be any more hesitance in either man any more.
“We’re going to have to hurry,” Draco murmured in her ear. “Looks like the party started without us.”
“Don’t we have to touch?” Hermione asked.
Draco chuckled and kissed her neck. “Not the whole time, but why don’t we slip into something a little more comfortable and help them out?”
She gasped when he unsnapped the clasp of her bra and took the weight of her breasts in his hands. They had grown heavier in the past few weeks and his gentle massage felt heavenly. Still, as amazing as it felt, she was out of sorts. Harry couldn’t do much more than clutch at Snape’s shoulders as the older man kissed his way across Harry’s jaw to his neck, leaving light red marks in his wake. Harry’s eyes had nearly rolled back into his head and he was shivering.
Draco sucked her earlobe into his mouth, nibbling it just a touch to refocus her before he let it go with a wet pop. “Just feel me, love. Only me for just a moment.”
Hermione closed her eyes as Draco ground into her. His member was thick and rigid against her backside. She laid her head on his shoulder and let him worship her neck. His chest was bare, skin slightly damp due to the heat of the hut… or his current state. Her knickers were sticky and uncomfortable and she wanted nothing more than to rip them off.
A crash caused her eyes to pop open. Harry had stumbled into the little table and knocked the potion bottle onto the floor. Snape scooped him up in his arms before he could walk through it. While thin, Snape had very defined muscles, something she hadn’t expected. He was quite the specimen, attitude aside. Draco sighed and vanished the potion.
“Hope you’re okay without it, Potter,” Draco muttered. “We can’t stop now.”
“No,” Harry breathed as he trembled in Snape’s arms. “We’re good.”
Hermione tried desperately to bite back a grin. Harry looked thoroughly debauched. If he had hair, it would probably be standing on end. His lips were red and swollen and there were little red marks up and down his neck. Those green eyes she’d looked into so often were completely blown with pleasure, almost drunk with it.
“Then let’s take this to the bed,” Draco growled. “As much as I would love to shove Hermione into the wall and fuck her senseless, she couldn’t handle that right now. And we need to be together.”
Hermione shivered at the thought. She did like it rough but Draco was right. The baby just took too much out of her. She was glad that Snape had the forethought to enlarge Harry’s bed. It spanned half the hut now and she’d caught the subtle spell that made it softer. She wasn’t sure if it was for her or Harry but she wasn’t going to complain.
“That’s… graphic,” Harry croaked.
Draco chuckled and pulled Hermione’s knickers down with one tug. “That’s how she likes it. I have a feeling that you wouldn’t mind the same treatment, eh Potter?”
Harry frowned but seemed resigned. “Doesn’t matter. Couldn’t do it if I wanted to.”
“Thus the bed,” Snape purred. He was across the room in two strides, gently laying Harry down on his back. “I thought you and Hermione could lie next to each other, hold hands. Or is that too much of a turn off?”
Harry sighed. “This whole thing is just strange but as long as I don’t have to fuck her, I think I’ll be fine.”
“You make it sound like I have the plague,” Hermione said dryly as she sashayed across the room and sat beside her friend.
Harry chuckled and shook his head. “I just know my limits. You are beautiful though. I’ve always thought so.”
“No you haven’t,” she said dryly. “Bushy hair, buck teeth, knobby knees.”
“Beauty goes beyond looks,” Harry scolded. “You of all people should know how I feel about that.”
She smiled and kissed his forehead. “I do love you, Harry.”
“Love you too.”
Draco groaned. “You two are going to turn me right off.”
Harry stared pointedly at the tent in Draco’s linen trousers. “Doesn’t look like it.”
Draco tilted his head in question and then gave Harry a wicked grin before he dropped them. His impressive length sprung to attention, bobbing a bit. It was already flushed and leaking. Hermione’s mouth went dry. He’d always been beautiful but in the soft light of the hut, he seemed to glow. Lean muscles shifted as he flexed for the audience. Apparently his prior traumas incurred during public performances weren’t going to be an issue.
“Like what you see?” Draco purred. He smirked at Harry’s blush before he crossed his arms and gave a pointed glance at Snape. “Well? We’re ready. What’s taking you so long?”
Snape rolled his eyes and looked over his shoulder at Nia. “I believe this is where you might want to look away. Remember, not a muscle after this.”
“I remember,” Nia said quietly.
Hermione looked over to see the girl curled in a ball in the corner. She’d found a few blankets to make herself a pallet. She looked comfortable and not the least bit embarrassed. Hermione marveled again at the change in cultures. Nia simply closed her eyes and lay her head on the pallet, settling in for the long haul. When Hermione looked back at Snape, he’d shed the last of his clothes.
He was… glorious, for lack of a better word. He and Draco had similar bone and muscle structures, lean but strong. But Snape’s body was littered with hundreds of silvery scars, little cuts, whip marks, and… cigarette burns. It told a tragic tale that she refused to think about. But in carefully avoiding the past, she unintentionally focused on what was between his legs. It was… imposing, slightly shorter than Draco but much thicker. And it was easy to see that he wasn’t disgusted at the thought of having sex with Harry. Or he’d taken a potion, but she wasn’t going to question that either.
She tore her eyes away to study Harry, who seemed to have shut down. His mouth was open wide, incapable of closing. He leaned back on his arms, both shaking like leaves as he gawked at his lover for the evening. She bit back a giggle and moved to help Harry shuck his last bit of decency, loose cotton pants. As her hands glided down his legs, she took stock of him as well, all bones and angles. His skin was in better shape, Nia’s healing working wonders. But it wasn’t enough. Harry was still just a shell of himself and this seemed… almost cruel.
“Harry?” she whispered. He blinked and turned to her, a helpless look in his eyes. “Are you okay?”
He nodded helplessly and turned back to look at Snape. The potion master was wearing a smirk to rival the devil. It made Hermione shudder. In a different lifetime, she would have considered him a worthy partner. She looked back at Draco who simply had a quirked brow and a half smirk. She winked at him and made a show of lying back on the bed. She grabbed Harry’s hand and then struck a pose.
Draco chuckled. “Well, Professor, I think I might have found the perfect way to shut Potter up. Care to try it?”
Snape said the incantation for the healing spell and tossed his wand down. His face darkened and Hermione squeaked and scooted back as he prowled across the bed and lay Harry down, carefully straddling his face. She squeezed Harry’s hand and moved as far away as she dared, her eyes glued to the massive cock dangling over her friend’s mouth.
“Open up, Mr. Potter,” Snape purred. “It’s time to make your apologies.”
Hermione gasped as Harry greedily sucked Snape down. She might have to ask him for tips. Before she had time to think on it, Draco dove into the fray, tongue in her folds. Her thoughts scattered like the wind. The two Slytherins wore matching smirks as they drove their Gryffindor’s wild.
Snape didn’t stay in Harry’s mouth for long. He slid down Harry’s body, cock leaving a trail of saliva and precum in his wake. He was careful not to crush the hand she was still holding. His lithe body slid against Draco’s as he greedily ate her out, a strange light in his eye. It was almost like it was a competition, but that was ridiculous. Snape was bloody gorgeous but she didn’t feel the same about him. Still, they needed to work together.
“Do we all need to touch?” she gasped in between moans.
“Just Potter,” Draco murmured against her clit, making her squeak. He slid a hand around to rub down Harry’s thigh.
Snape had made his way to Harry’s cock. It wasn’t the monster swinging between the Professor’s legs, but it held its own in the mix. Snape licked it like a lolly, a precision attack from the sharpest tongue they’d ever known. She couldn’t even imagine how that felt.
Snape put his lips on the tip and murmured, “just to be sure, we should all be touching.”
Harry moaned, head thrown back in ecstasy. “Been too long, can’t… ugh.”
“Easy, Potter,” Snape cooed. He straightened and reached off the bed, straightening back up with a bottle of lube. “We have to be joined.”
“That is an excellent idea,” Draco murmured and then looked up. “But um, this angle isn’t going to work.”
Hermione looked down at her protruding stomach, tears springing to her eyes. “I’m as big as a house.”
“You are bloody beautiful,” Draco growled. “That’s my son, Hermione. Mine. And this,” he breathed, cupping her stomach, “is the most arousing thing I’ve ever seen.”
Hermione blushed and looked away. “Then you’re blind.”
“He’s not blind,” Snape murmured as he carefully prodded Harry’s backside. “You are quite stunning. A woman with child is an arousing site.”
“I thought you batted for the other team,” Draco murmured as he helped Hermione turn on her side facing Harry.
“I’m not picky,” Snape said as he slowly slid one digit into Harry, smirking when he mewled in pleasure. “I’ve only ever truly wanted one woman, but I do find some of them attractive.”
Harry huffed. “Hermione, I’m gay and I think you are spectacular, pregnant or no. Malfoy is obviously into it so can we just skip the part where you doubt yourself and get on with it?”
Hermione chuckled as Harry threw his head back and howled. Snape had managed another finger and hit just the right spot. She let go of his hand and rested her hand over his heart. It was fluttering like a butterfly, proof he was alive. His howl cut off on a choked cry as Snape slid in a third, twisting and scissoring is fingers back and forth. She briefly wondered how that would feel when felt Draco lay behind her.
She wasn’t a fan of this position, mostly because she couldn’t kiss him. His lips were delightfully sinful. He made up for it by peppering her neck shoulders with kisses. His arm came around to support her head. The other cupped her breast, kneading one nipple until a tiny pulse raced to her core. Then he switched to the other. She slid the arm she was laying on under Harry’s neck as Snape turned him on his side to face her.
Draco’s fingers were back at her nether lips, playing with her clit and sending shockwaves through her body. It didn’t matter how awkward this was anymore. Pleasure had started taking hold. She blearily noticed when Snape replaced his fingers with his cock, Harry gasping and bucking with each inch that slid in. Draco shifted and she felt the fingers in her pussy turn into a wonderful cock, thick and hot and pulsing. Already pleasure was fizzling through her.
“Close,” she wheezed, bucking her hips to try and get more of him.
Her eyes slid closed and her head lolled forward, forehead touching Harry’s. He was damp with sweat and panting so hard she was a little worried. He was so weak. Could he even take this? Her eyes fluttered open and saw his mouth in an O. She glanced down to see Draco’s hand working Harry’s cock, milking it slowly. It was… one of the hottest things she’d ever seen. The arm Snape was balancing on had been wedged under Harry’s neck, keeping his head up so he could lay comfortably. The other was, oh, it was kneading her ass cheek. With each thrust Draco gave, Snape was brushing his balls.
The pleasure soared and she fought it back, trying desperately to keep in time with the others. But it was so hard. She had no idea how close anyone was. She looked back up, her eyes meeting Harry’s again. They were wet with pleasure but also tired. He was fading. Draco gave a particularly brutal thrust and she couldn’t hold on. Her core tightened. Fissions of pleasure raced from her toes to her scalp. She shook from the intensity.
“That’s it,” Snape hissed. “Now, everyone… Come for me.”
Light flashed behind Hermione’s eyes as Draco growled in her ear, jerking hard. Snape had somehow worked his hand in to mash her clit. Draco’s hand tightened on Harry and jerked. Harry jolted into her and then… pleasure, pure and simple. She was floating, up and up. But unlike the peace of before, this felt like she’d been trapped in a maelstrom. Her heart palpated and the pleasure didn’t stop, building and building. She saw them lying on the bed, her and Harry grabbing for each other like they were the last people on the planet. Snape and Draco were curled around them, faces twisted in ecstasy.
Snap.
She flew back into her body, sucking in a huge lungful of air. She was still shuddering from the pleasure, little shockwaves coursing through her body. Draco trembled behind her. Harry trembled in front. And Snape, the hand on her bum was shaking. They’d done it… hopefully. The room turned black and then she couldn’t think anymore.

AN: Now I'm all caught up and banging out the next chapter as fast as I can. See ya'll on the flip side. Drop me a line and let me know how you really feel. And as always, until next time... love you guys!
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