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To Be Loved	By : elexma Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 10525 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“Charlie, you made it!” Hermione calls when the man appears at the top of the stairs. He grins at her and nods before noticing her leaning against Draco.
“What’s all this about then? You said you needed to speak with me. Why here and not our chambers?” Charlie asks. He flicks his gaze to Draco then back to her and offers his arm. She takes it and smiles at Draco.
“Thanks darling,” she murmurs and squeezes his hand. He inclines his head then turns his attention to Charlie when the man frowns at her. “We’re going to have lunch up here,” she explains and leads both men to the Room of Requirement. She looks at Draco, so he nods and paces in front of the expanse of blank wall until a door appears.
Charlie blinks then opens the door and allows Hermione and Draco into the room. He closes the door then turns to find a king-sized four poster bed dominating the room with a dining table set to the side with three place settings. A sofa faces a fireplace just beyond the table with a plush rug spread on the floor in front. “Shall we eat first? Or would you rather talk?” he asks. Hermione moves over to the sofa and drapes her robes over the back of it before turning to Charlie and Draco. Both men smile lovingly at her, so she returns to them. She presses a kiss to Charlie’s lips, so he deepens it and pulls her against him. “What is it you wanted to talk about baby?” he whispers after a moment. She pulls back and traces the line of buttons on his shirt with a finger.
“I want to try something,” she purrs then turns and presses her arse against his groin.
“I’m all ears baby. What is it you want to try? And what does it have to do with Malfoy?” he asks. A low groan escapes his lips, and he grips her hips and buries his face in her neck. He feels her arms lift and one of her hands runs into his hair. His head jerks up when she giggles, and fabric brushes his fingers. “What the fuck?” he snarls and jumps back at seeing his wife kissing Draco fervently. The two pull away from each other and look at him. “How long?” he demands. Hermione bites her lip and opens her mouth then closes it again and looks at Draco then back. “How long have you been fucking him? Were you really a virgin when we married?” he growls and balls his hands into fists.
Hermione nods silently so he frowns. “Yes. I was a virgin. You were my first in every aspect. Draco and I sort of… happened. I was getting my things for school and ran into him in Diagon Alley. We were already sort of friends. I told him about our wedding, and he started teasing me. Much like you started with being a miserable prat,” she says and looks at him pointedly.
Charlie looks between the two of them then glares at Draco when he watches the other man wrap his arms around her and lay his palms over her belly. “Is the baby even mine?” he sneers. She pulls out of Draco’s embrace and wraps her arms around herself as she shakes her head.
“I don’t know,” she replies quietly. “I do know one thing: I love you. I’m married to you, and I don’t intend to change that. But I love Draco too. Please Charlie, look at me,” she begs. He glares at her for a moment then his gaze softens when tears spring to her eyes. “Please Charlie. I can’t live without the both of you. It would kill me should I have to choose,” she murmurs.
Draco clears his throat. “While I would much prefer she be married to me, I love her too much to let her go. Whether the baby is mine or not is immaterial,” he says. She looks up at him when he strokes his thumb across her cheek and wipes a tear away.
Charlie moves closer to them and wipes a tear from her other cheek. “You could have just told me baby,” he says. Her eyes widen so he smiles softly. “I’m not so out of the loop that I don’t believe in Triads,” he chuckles.
“Does this mean you’ll still have me?” she whimpers.
He snorts. “You can’t get rid of me that easily. We’ll just have to make some… adjustments,” he replies. She smiles hesitantly then sighs into his mouth when he pulls her back into a kiss.
Draco chuckles then pulls her into a kiss when Charlie releases her. “We do have a problem though,” Hermione says when Draco releases her. Both men frown so she grins at them. “I’m beyond aroused, and I don’t know who I want to fuck me first.” The men look at each other then grin at her.
“Have you ever heard of spit roasting?” Charlie asks slyly. She shakes her head, so he grins mischievously. “Let me show you,” he says and leads her to the bed.
-x-o-x-
Crawford looks up when Hermione enters the Infirmary. She smiles at her then nods to Charlie. “Good afternoon Missus Weasley! Twenty weeks today! Are you excited to find out the baby’s gender?” she asks.
Hermione smiles and nods. “Yes ma’am!” she says then follows Crawford to a private room.
“Before I check the gender, I want to do some measurements. For this, we will use an imaging spell. There is no risk to the fetus, but you may feel some warmth,” she says and guides Hermione onto the bed. “Go ahead and pull your blouse up and lower your skirt so I can get a clear view of your belly,” she orders. Hermione does as instructed, then takes Charlie’s hand when he moves closer to her side. “I take it you’re Daddy then?” Crawford asks.
Hermione nods then the woman casts a spell over her swollen belly. Hermione gasps when an image shimmers above her. “The baby is so small,” she whispers.
They watch as the baby stretches and brings a thumb up to its mouth. “Looks like you have a pretty easy going little one,” Crawford says. She casts a few measurement spells then looks at the pair. “What do you think the gender is?” she inquires.
“Girl,” Charlie says.
“That’s correct! A perfectly healthy, mellow little girl!” she exclaims then shifts her wand to show a better image of the little girl’s face. “Little cupid’s bow mouth and button nose. Look at all that hair! She’s definitely a gorgeous one!” she says and murmurs another spell that puts a picture of the baby sucking her thumb on photo parchment.
Hermione beams at Charlie as he helps her with her clothes before leaving the Infirmary. “I wish Draco could have come as well,” she pouts as she stares at the moving image. They enter their chambers and she props the picture on the mantle. “Charlie, do you have some time to just lay with me before your class?” she asks.
He nods and leads her to the bedroom. “Get comfortable,” he says. She sighs as she strips naked and climbs onto the bed. He reclines on the bed and allows her to snuggle against him. “Where is Draco anyway?” he asks. She shakes her head then yawns.
“I thought he was going to meet with his father in Hogsmeade,” she mumbles. Charlie nods slightly then chuckles when he hears her breathing even out. He rubs her belly and grins when the little girl kicks at him. “Hey sweetheart, it’s Daddy,” he says and lays his hand on her belly. He shifts and helps Hermione snuggle into his pillows before leaning down and pressing kisses to her belly. “You be good for Mummy. Daddy has to go for now,” he murmurs softly.
Draco enters the room and nods to Charlie. “How did her appointment go? Is everything okay with the baby?” he asks. Charlie motions to him so he settles on the bed where Charlie vacates.
“Give me a moment,” he replies. Draco nods then turns his attention to Hermione. She whimpers softly in her sleep, so he gathers her into his arms. “Here,” Charlie says and holds the photo out. “Perfect little girl.” Draco grins at him and takes the photo.
“She’s beautiful. Has to be mine,” he teases.
Charlie snorts and snatches the photo back. “She doesn’t look like a troll so she’s definitely mine,” he replies. They playfully glare at each other then Charlie nods to Hermione. “She’s not feeling all that well. Kind of clingy. What did you need to talk to your father about?” he asks.
Draco glances at her as she shifts. “It was less asking a question and more obtaining something from the vault. I did find out that Triads aren’t as new as some would have you believe. They aren’t terribly common, but they’ve been around for as long as our history remembers,” he murmurs. “One of my ancestors was involved in a polyamorous relationship.”
-x-o-x-
Kingsley stares at the three standing in front of him. “Are you sure you want to do this?” he asks incredulously.
Hermione grips Charlie and Draco’s hands as she nods. The two wizards nod as well. “I love both deeply and can’t picture myself without either of them. Please grant us a Triad marriage, Kings,” she begs.
The man blinks at her then heaves a sigh and turns his attention to Draco. “Do you want a formal ceremony?”
Draco nods then looks at Hermione when she grips his hand tighter. “I don’t need another huge ceremony if you don’t truly want one,” she murmurs. He leans down and presses his lips to hers then pulls back.
“You deserve the world love,” he replies.
Hermione buries her face in his chest. “Thank you darling but I’ll be fine without one. I just want to bond to you,” she mumbles. He nods in understanding then grins at her when she looks up at him again.
“Then that’s what we’ll do,” he states.
Kingsley and Charlie watch as the pair share another kiss then turn toward them. “Ready?” Kingsley asks and summons a parchment and a corded rope. They nod so he smiles and instructs them to clasp hands. “We’ll perform the same vows as you did for Charlie,” he states. They nod again.
-x-o-x-
A gasp escapes Hermione’s lips as Draco palms her heavy breasts. “Draco,” she whines. He whines at her in return, so she growls at him. “Either fuck me or get Charlie to do it,” she pants. The other man in question enters the bedroom and quirks an eyebrow.
“What’s this I hear about fucking?” he teases and drops a kiss to her forehead.
“Please Charlie?” she begs.
He grins and brings a hand to his face and taps his lips with a finger. “I don’t know. Have you been a good girl? Do you deserve my cock?” he purrs. She whimpers at him and nods, so he looks at Draco over her shoulder. “What do you think? Should she get a reward for being a good girl or punished for her cheek?”
Draco drags his fingers along her sides then returns his hands to her breasts and tweaks her nipples. “It’s hard to say,” he replies and grinds his erection against her arse. “Maybe she should have to wait until we get home,” he suggests to her outraged gasp.
“I think that sounds like a wonderful idea. Don’t you baby?” Charlie says and pulls away from the pair. Draco pulls back then gasps and moves to catch her when she collapses to her knees. His hands dig into her hair when she quickly unfastens his trousers and takes him into her mouth.
“Fuck!” he groans. Hermione drags her tongue along the underside of his cock from base to head then swirls it around before suctioning him back into her mouth fully. “Merlin’s tit love,” he hisses.
Charlie rolls his eyes from the doorway. “Going to go have Christmas with my family sometime today?” he asks teasingly. Draco gives him the finger then groans when she increases her suction and makes him come quickly. “That’s better,” Charlie says as he helps her to her feet. He leads her to the closet and helps her into a dress that accentuates her belly. They move over to the Floo, and he steps through first. She smiles at Draco and follows quickly behind Charlie.
Ginny bounds over the fireplace and shoves Charlie to the side when he reaches to assist Hermione. “Move, git!” she exclaims and grabs Hermione’s hands. “Let me see that baby!” she giggles and starts to lead her away from the fireplace. She stops and looks at the Floo again when Draco steps through.
“What the bloody hell is he doing here?” Ron growls and whips his wand out. Everyone blinks when Hermione moves over to Draco and wipes soot from his face before kissing his cheek. He grins at her, so she smiles back.
“He is with us, Ronald. Put that thing away before you hurt yourself,” Charlie snarls. Ron blinks at him in surprise.
Molly bustles into the room from the kitchen and falters when she notices Draco’s hand protectively hovering over Hermione’s belly. “What on earth is going on in here?” she gasps. Ron quickly puts his wand away, so she turns her gaze back to Hermione. “Come on dear, you must be exhausted. Let’s get you settled,” she says and takes her hand. She leads her into the kitchen then looks up when Draco pulls a chair out for her. “Thank you, Draco, dear,” she murmurs.
The others gather into the kitchen around the table and exclaim over Hermione. Charlie produces the photo of the baby and hands it to Molly. “Your grandchild,” he says. The woman gasps and studies it closely.
“Not going to even give us a hint as to boy or girl?” she inquires with a pointed look. He shakes his head, so she pouts.
-x-o-x-
“Draco! What are you doing here? I thought you were spending the break at school,” Narcissa exclaims and smiles at him. Her gaze flicks to Hermione and Charlie. “Who’s this then?” she asks.
Lucius stops in the foyer and studies his son then looks to Hermione when Draco pulls her cloak from her shoulders. “What is the meaning of this?” he snarls. Hermione flinches at his tone and looks at Draco.
“Father, this is Charles Weasley. And this is our wife Hermione,” he says nonchalantly.
Narcissa swings her gaze to Lucius and stares at him as he draws himself up to his full height. “’Our’ wife?” he demands.
Draco lays his hand on Hermione’s belly and nods. “Yes. ‘Our’ wife. We are a Triad. This is your grandchild,” he replies. Lucius eyes her belly then flicks his gaze to Charlie and back to Draco. “Mother,” Draco says softly. The woman returns the smile then moves over and pulls Hermione into a tentative hug.
“Welcome to the family,” she murmurs then steps back and eyes her belly. “Are you sure the baby is yours, Draco?” she asks.
He raises an eyebrow and frowns. “Does it truly matter? She is my wife. Any child from her is just as much mine as it is Charles’,” he growls. She nods in response turns and beckons them into a side room. Draco glares at Lucius then blinks when the man extends his arm to Hermione. “Father?” he asks.
Lucius snorts at him as Hermione takes his arm. “Let’s get settled for dinner,” he says, guiding her away from the group. He leads her into a dining room and settles her in the chair to the right of his. “How long?” he asks as he pushes her chair in. She blinks at him as he sits so he flicks his gaze to her belly.
“Oh! Um. Twenty weeks, sir,” she replies softly then looks at Draco and Charlie when they settle at the table as well. Narcissa nods then looks at Lucius when he hums.
“Do you know the gender then?” the man asks. Hermione nods so he quirks an eyebrow at her in expectation.
Hermione looks to Draco for help, so he clears his throat. “We’re not sharing the gender until birth,” he answers. Charlie nods in agreement so Lucius narrows his eyes at the pair.
“I expect to know the gender first,” he retorts. Narcissa sighs at him so he glares at her. Food appears on the plates in front of them, so they eat in silence for a time. “What day is the baby due to arrive?” Lucius finally asks.
Hermione glances at Draco then wipes her mouth on her napkin. “April twenty-third, sir.”
He nods then turns his gaze on her fully. “What will you be doing once you sit your NEWTs? I suppose Draco will be sitting his early as well. Where will you live?”
“Father, don’t start,” Draco warns. She frowns at him, so he sighs. “It is traditional for the heir and his family to live in another wing of the manor. He’s gearing up to demand we live here, with him and mother,” he explains.
“As it should be!” Lucius states.
“And I suppose you’ll demand that she stay home with the baby instead of work if she wishes to? Like you did to Mother?” Draco sneers and throws his napkin on his plate.
“No wife or daughter-in-law of mine will work while I’m alive. As it should be!” Lucius replies and tosses his own napkin to his plate.
Hermione looks to Narcissa to see her pointedly ignoring the two irate wizards. Instead, she just smiles and takes a sip of her water. “Happy Christmas dear,” she murmurs then returns her attention to her plate. Hermione looks back to the men as they continue snarling at one another.
“—SHOULD BE!!” Lucius bellows.
“Bloody hell Father! This is my life! Why must you feel the need to try to run it since your own life is shite?!” Draco demands as he jumps from his chair. He carefully helps Hermione to her feet as he mutters under his breath. “We’re going home. I’m not going to have you, or my child put up with the pompous arse.”
Charlie allows Hermione to take his arm then blinks when Narcissa stands. “Don’t worry dear. He’ll come to his senses. Just give him time. He’s really just a big pushover. Especially where babies are concerned,” she whispers conspiratorially then winks and pats her belly. Hermione nods then looks to Draco when he presses a kiss to Narcissa’s cheek before leading them from the manor.
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