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Three Men, 1 Brunette and a Baby	By : dragongirl Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 27977 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter 4 Surviving

A week had passed and the nightmares and the dark thoughts continued. The boys, better said, the men had tried everything to cheer her up. She could see the concern in their eyes, and she was afraid that at some point that concern would become regret. She felt that she was becoming emotionally dependent of them. They were little rays of sunshine trying to break the dark night.

The first night when she woke up screaming, they were beside her in an instant and stayed until she fell asleep. They all stayed with her. When she woke up the next morning, she was being spooned by Faol, who had a death grip on her. She was on top of Neville’s chest and felt Terry’s touch from behind Neville and trying to hug them both.

Every minute they had free, they were accompanying her, and including her in their activities. Even Augusta was doing it. She was doting on Hermione as she did once before with Anne, Neville’s mother. The house-elves were the worst of the bunch. They had tried to spoil her in every way possible. Sassy watched her closely and reprimanded her if she didn’t take her daily vitamin potion that Severus himself prepared.

Hermione was grateful for everything, she truly was; but she was starting to feel that she was imposing on their lives even as they reassured her time and time again that she was more than welcome and that they would love to have her stay permanently. She could not do that, their generosity overwhelmed her and with the feelings growing for the three men, it was becoming too much to bear.

After that first night, she starting observing the three men; how they moved, how they interacted with each other, how they preferred things. She missed the camaraderie that came from a strong bond of friendship. They had caught her staring at them more times that she could count; it had been embarrassing, but they just smiled. Uf! Those smiles could melt the arctic.

All three were highly intelligent, educated, and handsome. Neville and Faol had more responsibility due to their duties as Head of House and the Wizengamont. They both had asked her opinion on many laws that they were trying to be improved. Especially, the Werewolf Act.

She knew by how they looked at each other that they had a relationship that went beyond friendship.

Of the three, Neville was the one that had surprised her the most. With his tall and lean frame, strong muscles, beautiful smile, and confident and mature attitude, but what she loved the most was his gentleness. Nobody could relate him to the shy, chubby child with crooked teeth, who she’d met on the Hogwarts Express that first day.

He went to her mother, before she died, to have her fix his teeth the Muggle way. She suggested braces and with the help of a little bit of magic, he only had to have them for six months. When he got them off, and smiled for the first timed he lifted Hermione and twirled her around her mother’s office, laughing. A week later, her mother was killed in a terrorist attack.

Terry had been always handsome, popular and funny; the spark in every party. He had a very bad temper underneath that gentle façade, though not as bad as Ron’s. And he never intended to harm her. He treated her like she was porcelain. He was tall, but not as tall as Neville or Faol. He wore a constant grin, and the only time you saw him serious was when he did his yoga or his meditation in the labyrinth. Sometimes, she envied his inner peace and happiness. With just one touch, he could lighten her mood.

Observing Faol could be a full time job. Exhausting! Physically, he was the portrait of the most perfect Adonis: tall, tan, pure lean muscle, and strong. He started his morning with an intense workout, which he alternated, every other day with Capoeira, Tae Kwan Do, Tai Chi or some form of military training. He exuded confidence, energy and power. When he entered a room, he commanded attention, not to mention that he looked fantastic in a bathing suit. It made Hermione wondered how he looked without the bathing suit. Just thinking about him, made her belly tingle. And He was playful and gentle with the people he loved, and she, much of the time, wished he would show her how playful and gentle he could be if she were the one he loved. Damn hormones.

Today, Constance and the Witches clan came to visit her and have tea. She had so much to thank to this ladies for. After her mother’s death, she missed that companionship and advice only a mother could give. These witches had become surrogate mothers for her and she needed them more than ever.

The Witches: Constance Zabini-Snape, Elizabeth Nott, Narcissa Malfoy, Amanda Flint, Beatriz Pucey, Celeste Goyle, and added to the mix, Augusta Longbottom and Luna Lovegood, Harry’s wife, who with her loopy but truthful responses, could make anyone think. Contrary to popular belief, Harry never thought of Ginny for a relationship, she was much too concentrated on ’The boy who Lived’ and his fame and fortune, than she was on Harry himself.

These ladies alone had more power in their gentle approach than many of the most intimidating men. Witnessing that power was humbling and fun. Watching a Severus Snape obliging to their orders or a Lucius Malfoy babbling a response; she wanted to be like them.

After greetings in the Parlor, they went to the Solarium for tea. All chatting amicably once they were seated.

“So, Hermione, how are you feeling?” said Constance, creating silence among the rest of the group. Hermione looked around and saw that all eyes were on her. Concern and love in all of them. Her hands started shaking and she put down her cup of tea. Standing up, she tried to speak, but instead, a sob erupted from her throat. Before she knew it, she was being held by Constance and Elizabeth. They let her cry and watched in silence.

Narcissa rose from her seat and set herself in front of Hermione. Wiping her tears with her handkerchief, she said, “Hermione, you know we are here for you.” Hermione could only nod. “Sadly, we have all had been in your position. We know what you are going through. Why do you think our husbands comply to our wishes? They witnessed our rapes as punishment for their transgressions to the Dark Lord. Yes, Hermione, every single one of us, with the exception of Augusta and Luna here, were victims of rape.” Saying that Hermione was speechless is an understatement.

“But how …”

“How did we avoid depression and self pity? Let me tell you that it wasn’t easy. The nightmares, the weakness, the rage all directed to the wrong place. We have our husbands that support us and decided that after what we suffered, families and safety will come first. That is why they spied and fought against Voldemort from the inside.”

Celeste added, “We took it one day at a time and lived in the moment. None of us was sure that we would survive the war, but we helped in the way we had known best. Plotting and having our ears open for anything that could help get rid of that bastard. We stood, and stand, united, and that is what we offer you. We have come to love you as the daughter none of us have and wish for your happiness; to be the person we know you are , but this person in front of me is just a shadow. The brave, intelligent, cunning, vivacious girl that helped Harry Potter for seven years at school and with his quest for Horcruxes, the one that saved Severus, providing him with a Bezoar when that vicious snake struck him with her venom, the one that dueled Bellatrix and won . She is the one that we will be fighting to bring back.”

They were all standing around her. Hermione saw determination, love, compassion, and understanding. For the first time in almost ten days, she felt like herself again, that with this force behind her, she could move forward.

“So, Hermione, what it is going to be?” asked Luna with a big smile.

“Thank you, I take your offer.”

The clapping and cheering was heard as far as the green house where Terry and Neville were working on a project for the apprenticeship. They got close and kissed. In a comforting way, he said to Neville, “She will be okay, very soon she will join us, very soon.” and with that, he returned his attention to the plant with which he was working.
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