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Quartet	By : OracleObscured Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 128263 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 11
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71—Dolce
“Mama, I love you.”—Spice Girls
(Draco) 
Draco heard his door open and then the soft shuush of toes scooting across the carpet. He didn’t need to look up to identify his visitor. Those footsteps could belong to no one else.
Hermione sat next to him on the edge of the bed, and the heat of her magic melted his entire right side into a state of liquid jelly. His left side remained rigid and heavy, lopsided with grief.
“How’s Severus?” he asked, not looking up.
“Hmm . . . recovering.”
Hermione’s hand slid around the back of his waist, and she rested her head on his shoulder, breathing out a soft sigh that fluttered through his aching heart. With her other hand, she reached over and fingered the corner of the silver picture frame in his lap.
“I don’t know this one,” she said quietly.
“It’s my favorite,” Draco replied, his voice a bit flat. “I keep it in the drawer. It hurts too much to see it all the time.”
Hermione turned her head and kissed his shoulder. “Your mum’s really beautiful. I’ve never seen her smile like that.”
“I guess I was a laugh riot when I was two.”
“Is this out in the garden?”
“Yeah.”
“You both look so happy.”
"We were.” Toddler Draco had climbed into his mother’s lap and was forcing a fistful of tattered flowers up to her nose. “I miss her,” he whispered.
Hermione’s arm tightened around him. “I haven’t heard you talk about her in a long time.”
“That’s because we haven’t been out drinking.”
"You don't have to get pissed to say you miss her."
“I know. It’s just easier.”
“Tell me what you miss about her most.”
Draco ran his thumb along the photograph, right next to the image of Narcissa hugging his younger self. “I miss . . . that look on her face when I did something that made her happy. It totally changed her appearance. She didn’t smile much toward the end, but she’d look less drawn when I’d kiss her cheek. I miss sitting with her in the conservatory, just being together. But mostly I miss the way she’d tell she loved me . . . like it was our special secret . . . something only we shared.”
“Jesus, Draco, that’s . . .” She lapsed into silence, and he could tell she was trying not to cry. Which made him want to cry. Please don't set me off tonight, love. My heart can't take much more.
Hermione breathed deeply, and he felt the energy around her calm. His own body relaxed in kind.
“This is probably going to sound insane,” she said, “but . . . have you ever talked about this with your father? I know he’s dealt with some similar feelings, and . . . he loves you too.”
Draco almost snorted but decided he didn’t have the energy. “Not like she did.”
“I love you.”
Draco smiled. “You’re a bit closer on the affection scale.”
“Severus loves you as well.”
“Dear Merlin,” he sighed, “he’s almost as distant as Father.”
“They’re both loosening up a little, don’t you think?”
“Immensely looser. I didn't mean to suggest things hadn’t improved.”
“Do you want to come get in bed with us? I think we’ll all feel better if we’re together.”
“Can we have a bath after?”
She looked up, pink lips twitching. “You mean just you and me?”
He nodded.
“Are you after a relaxing soak, or do you want me to give you a bath?”
He could tell by the way she asked she already knew the answer. “Give me a bath.”
“My sweet boy needs some TLC.”
“What’s that?”
She laughed and kissed his chin. “Tender loving care.”
“Oh. Yes . . . I do. Will you tuck me in when we’re done?”
Her eyes softened. “Yes, my love, of course I will. Every night if you want. Anything you need.”
Draco smirked and rested his forehead against hers. “I just need you, Nanny Granger.”
“No-o-o,” she sputtered through a growing grin. “I think you need Severus too.”
“I can’t deny I want him,” he answered with a grin of his own, “but he seems bound and determined to leave my bollocks in a permanent state of Ravenclaw blue.”
“I saw the way he was holding you outside. He wants you.”
“If you saw the way he was holding me, then you also saw that that’s all he was doing.”
“Maybe he didn’t think it was the appropriate time to make a move. You were kind of out of it.”
“I have nothing against being taken advantage of,” he shot back.
Hermione snickered. “I don’t think Severus is into dubious consent. He wants to know you want him.”
“I can’t be much clearer.”
Barking out a surprised guffaw, she nodded in agreement. “Maybe it would be more accurate to say he wants to be wanted for who he is . . . which I guess is what everyone wants when you get down to it.”
“He knows I want him for who he is.”
“I don’t think he does,” she said, her smile fading. “I think Severus tells himself that we like him despite who he is. He’s pretty hard on himself.”
Draco didn’t know what to say to that. He fucking loved Severus for everything he was: glaring, sneering, sarcastic perfection. Imagining him any other way would be blasphemy.
“He needs us right now,” she whispered. “He especially needs our love . . . your heart.”
“He already has it,” Draco assured her. “I’d do anything for him.”
Hermione’s smile reappeared, and she touched her mouth to his in a soft kiss. “Good. Let’s go make sure he knows. I think he might have forgotten.”
“I’m there. Just hold on just a second.” Draco carefully set aside his picture and mentally kissed his mother goodnight. Love you. And if you're still listening, please help me with Severus. You know how he gets sometimes.
Hermione gasped, and Draco spun around. “What's wrong?”
She pushed his face toward the window. “Look! A shooting star.”
“Where? I don't see anything.”
“I swear it was there.”
“Maybe your eyes are just adapting to the magic again.”
“No, I've seen shooting stars before; I know what they look like. It was just a lucky sighting. I mean, what are the odds? I forgot to make a wish though. You think it's too late?”
A wish? Draco shook his head, his eyes still on the window, wondering. “I hardly think you need any aids to bolster your power, love. You're like a wishing star come to life.”
Hermione's fingers wove through his. “We make our own magic happen every day, don't we?”
The corners of Draco’s mouth ticked up. “I guess we do.” Touché, Mother. Point taken. “We should go see what kind of magic we can make with Severus. Maybe he just needs a little Quartet energy to get him back on his feet.”
“My thoughts exactly,” Hermione replied. “A little heart and soul for our resident mastermind.”
“What about body? Have you talked to my father yet?”
“I have, and he’s waiting for us with Severus.”
“Then we’d better get in there before Father decides to take matters into his own hands. So to speak.”
Hermione broke into a wide smile. “He already has actually. I was there when it happened—but it wasn’t as lascivious as you’re imagining. Very chaste. I’ll tell you about it on the way.”
Draco let her pull him off the bed, and he followed her from the room, a look of confusion plastered across his face. Lucius had done something chaste with Severus? With his hands? Was that even possible?
Had the old man been persuaded to display a morsel of compassion . . . for someone other than Hermione?
Merlin’s beard.
Fuck wishing stars; that woman was a straight up miracle worker.
Dolce—“The Italian musical term dolce (“sweet; sweetly”) is an indication to play in a tender, adoring manner; to play sweetly with a light touch.”—Source: ThoughtCo
“Mama” by the Spice Girls. Written by the Spice Girls, Matt Rowe and Richard Stannard. Song was released in 1997 and became their fourth consecutive number-one single in the UK, which made it the first act in UK chart history to have its first four singles reach number one.
The song really was written by all of them, each contributing a small verse, but it’s reported the concept was Mel B’s.
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=VsNbhwSXDB8
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