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See No Evil, Hear No Evil, Speak No Evil	By : goldhorse Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 14293 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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AN: Those of you who have read my stories know that my Muse can get hostile. This little diddy popped into my head and refused to be put on the back burner until I wrote it out as a oneshot. Enjoy:

“I’m home,” Hermione called weakly from the floor.

She cursed herself for the thousandth time that week. One simple act, flooing, and she couldn’t manage to grasp it. She figured after six months she might have gotten the hang of it. But the truth was, every time she tried, she lost her bearings. At least Harry still tumbled out every now and then. He’d make fun of himself and it made her feel a little better about her progress… or the lack thereof.

She jumped when something brushed her arm and cursed herself again that she still did that. She should have been listening harder. It wasn’t as if her flatmate was completely silent. She could still hear the telltale rustling of his heavy robes and the click of his dragon hide boots against the hallway floor. He wrapped his hand around her waist and helped her off the floor, an everyday occurrence it seemed. She imagined he was either sneering at her in disgust or trying not to laugh. He was hard to read sometimes … especially since she couldn’t see him.

The floo activated again just as she cleared the hearth, bearing entrance to her other flatmate. She heard him brushing his cloak off and almost giggled. He could be such a neat freak sometimes. No doubt there was a speck of soot somewhere. The cloth made a whipping sound as he brushed them out. She imagined him flailing like a teenage girl asked to cut up flobberworms.

Her thoughts came to a halt when she heard another sound: kissing. She’d known when she moved in that her flatmates were lovers. It still didn’t stop the sting she felt knowing that they had each other and she had no one. Worse, she was more than merely attracted to both of them. She fumbled around for her cane, an object she’d come to hate above all others, and crashed her way through the house to her room. She couldn’t stand to be in their presence another second.

Once safely ensconced in her little hide out from the rest of the world, she let the tears fall. The day had been absolutely retched. She knew going back to work would be hard. She didn’t think it would be as hard as it was. Armed with a cane that was the magical equivalent of a muggle Seeing Eye dog and a spell that made the written word read itself out loud, she’d marched into the Ministry of Magic prepared to take up her old post as Liaison for the Care of Magical Creatures department. She’d faced nothing but hell all day long, whether it was in the form of pity or disgust, she didn’t care. It hurt.

She thought back to the accident that changed everything. She was put in charge of a project that would change the wizarding world. The Ministry was finally working on a cure for lycanthropy. Who better to recruit than the world’s foremost expert in potions and one of the brightest up and coming Healers at St. Mungos? Together with her studies on willing werewolves, they would finally conquer the disease.

It wasn’t easy. Severus Snape was a hard man, hard to persuade and even harder to work with but Hermione refused to give up. She would settle for no one less than the best, and he was it. Unfortunately, he was also a recluse after the war. After his brush with death in the Shrieking Shack, he faded into the background. Even after his name was cleared, he refused to reintegrate into the wizarding world. He was tired, plain and simple. The only person who ever saw him was Draco Malfoy.

Draco Malfoy happened to be the best young Healer in Europe. He was the reason Severus still walked the earth, discovering a unique blend of bezoar, phoenix tears, and anti-venom that counteracted Nagini’s bite. Several years and working together on a few creature cases had worked wonders to cool the animosity between Hermione and her childhood nemesis. He’d worked hard to make something of himself and restore the Malfoy name and she couldn’t overlook it. It took more stroking his ego than anything to get him to agree. Once he was on board, Severus followed.

No one could have predicted the disastrous events of that day. They were working with a potion designed to remove the pain of the transformation. Their theory was that the pain fueled the aggression of the change. If they could remove it, they might have a chance to study a subject without fear of retaliation and closer than behind a set of silver bars. Everything was fine until one of the Auror Trainees had run into the lab by mistake. He’d thought it was the testing lab for St. Mungos and not the Ministry. The whoosh of the door made a minute amount of lemongrass fly into the cauldron.

The next thing she remembered was waking up at St. Mungos… and it still being dark. She knew her eyes were open. She’d stuck her fingers in them just to be sure. There were no bandages, no spells to keep her from seeing. She was blind. The Healers came rushing in, explaining that the explosion seemed to have had no other ill effects besides taking a sense away from the victim. There were two other victims besides her and she quickly learned that though they were fine, they too had lost a sense.

It was a shame. Neither one had been struck blind, thank the Gods, but they were affected none the less. She thought it was tragic that no one could ever hear Severus Snape’s silky baritone again. He was forever rendered mute. There would be no more lectures, no more heated discussions, and no more biting retorts. He would never be able to audibly express his love for Draco, made more pronounced by the fact that Draco would never hear anything ever again.

Blind, deaf, and mute, what a sight they were. None of them were willing to give up though. Draco threw himself into learning to control the volume of his voice since he couldn’t hear himself. He took up sign language so others could communicate with him. He also worked on reading lips. He returned to partial duty a few weeks after the accident and was thriving. Severus was hardly set back. After all, he could still see and here. Anything he had to say could be done via sign language or quill and paper.

None of that helped Hermione. She couldn’t see to learn the signs, nor read to figure out what Severus was trying to tell her. She’d started learning to read braille, and eventually, they stumbled on a spell to turn the written word into braille and to have it read itself aloud. She much preferred this method because her fingers still missed a dot every now and then and she’d have to ‘read’ a text several times to get its meaning.

Things were bleak but she refused to let it get her down. Harry was her number one cheerleader, showing up at the flat she and Ron shared to take her to breakfast or make her something to eat. He’d accompany her on walks in the park and had helped her research different ways the blind got along in the wizarding world. He’d taken her to a shop in Germany where she’d purchased her cane. It was a fantastic little thing, embedded with spells to keep her from running into things, describe where she was, and even tell her where certain objects were in a room, like floo powder. She loved it at first but it was rather taxing listening to the blasted thing natter on all day. And it had the tendency to trip people, something Draco had found hilarious. She didn’t find it humorous in the least.

The rest of the Weasleys helped her any way they could, providing meals and support for her as she relearned how to do everything in her life. Ginny helped her organize her closet so she could dress herself in the morning without looking like a clown. Molly helped her organize her pantry so she could find something edible at all times. Charlie and Bill charmed her furniture to jump out of the way should she misjudge where it was. Even George pitched in, creating a line of kitchen objects that yelled out what they were and when the food in them was ready. She loved the screaming tea pot, though it drove Ron spare.

Ron. The thought of that ginger git still made her blood boil. She thought they were doing okay, though she did get tired of him being so needy all the time. He expected dinner on the table when he got home from Auror duty. The problem was that she usually worked late, barely skidding into the flat before he got there. She’d warm something up and he’d grumble about subpar cuisine while chewing with his mouth open. She could overlook it though. He was still sweet and loving. At least, she thought he was.

Things got rocky when she started the lycanthropy project. He grumbled about her being locked up with two nasty Slytherins all day. He couldn’t let the past go. He still saw Snape as a murderer and Malfoy as Death Eater scum. Of course, the Malfoys and the Weasleys had been fueding for generations. Still, even Arthur and Molly buried the hatched and welcomed Draco in their home on occasion. After the accident, Ron become distant, claiming he needed to adjust to her new disability.

Then she began to suspect Ron was having an affair. She couldn’t exactly call him out for lipstick on his collar, but she knew his shirts smelled like cheap perfume, which she didn’t wear. He came home later and later, sometimes calling to say he was on an overnight mission, though Harry confirmed that was false. The final straw came one night when she was down in the basement. She’d started learning how to identify potion ingredients by smell and feel and had stayed down there until she had a headache. On her trip upstairs, she heard a feminine giggle and then a masculine moan. Then there were voices.

“Shhh,” Ron’s voice carried. “As long as she can’t hear you, she’ll never know you’re here. That’s the best part about it. I could have a dozen girls and she’d never know.”

There was more feminine giggling. “But I’m your only girl, right Ron?”

“That’s right. Come ‘ere.”

Hermione felt sick. She’d recognize that voice anywhere. Ron was having an affair with Lavender Brown of all people, in her house, in her fucking bed, while she was in the bloody house! She knew Ron had been kind of cruel since her accident but she figured it was his tactless way of dealing with it. It was an adjustment to be sure and she thought he would be able to work through it. Instead, he’d jumped in bed with that…that utter slag! Ugh. Her magic surged and she heard things crashing all over the house. It was satisfying hearing Lavender and Ron shriek in terror.

She didn’t remember leaving, not really. She assumed that she’d apparated to the Leaky Cauldron, though it was dangerous to apparate while blind. You never knew how you were going to land. That night earned her a bruised hip and more than one laugh. She’d furiously swung her cane and demanded it take her to Tom so she could get a room for the night. Merlin knew she wouldn’t be sleeping in her flat for a while.

Draco and Severus found her an hour later, pissed out of her mind and railing about good for nothing men. They’d gently coaxed her off the bar stool and took her to their flat to sleep it off. After learning what happened, they offered her a room until she could get on her feet again. She felt like a squatter but she was grateful for the reprieve. She didn’t thing she could face Harry or the Weasleys.

Living with the two Slytherins was an adjustment, especially getting used to the sounds of their lovemaking. She was secretly jealous. The accident had brought them closer together and all it had done for her was tear her life apart. She tried to look on the bright side though. They knew what she was going through. They didn’t pity her or coddle her. They let her learn things for herself. Essentially, they’d allowed her to become her own woman and she was thankful for that.

But not now. Now she felt utterly alone. She hadn’t realized just how much until she’d heard Ron carrying on with Lavender in the Atrium. Their voices reverberated around in her head all day long.

“Oh, Won Won, thank you for the flowers. They’re my favorite.”

Ron had never given her flowers. He’d only ever given her books. Her one shred of comfort came from knowing that Draco had decked the bastard. She remembered that day well. Ron had shown up at their flat and demanded to know why they were holding her hostage. As if. Draco smoothly told him that she didn’t want to stay with a cheating wanker. Ron accused her of living with two of them and Draco punched him. She remembered the crunch of bone as he broke Ron’s nose. It was a satisfying sound indeed. But that didn’t stop the tears now, or her loneliness.

She cried out in shock when a hand caressed her cheek. How did she not hear the door open? Was she losing her touch? Or perhaps it was the sneaky snake’s own spell to remove the sound of his approach. That hand could belong to no one but Severus. It had taken him a while to get used to the contact, but there was no other way they could communicate. She had to interpret his gestures and she had to feel them to do so. She’d learned to read lips by feeling them, though she wasn’t extremely accurate.

“What are you doing here?” she asked miserably.

He swiped the tears from her cheeks and pulled her hand out so she could feel the tears.

“I’m fine. Don’t worry about me. I just…didn’t want to interrupt.”

“Well, that’s hardly conducive when you crash through the bloody house to get away.”

So, Draco was in the room, too. She huffed in annoyance. “Well, you can get back to it then. I’m fine.”

Draco sighed and walked across the room. She felt two dips on her bed, one on either side of her. If this would have happened a year ago, she’d check herself into St. Mungos. However, after working together on the project and then living with them, this was common place. When all three of them were together, they could communicate much better.

Severus tapped her on the nose and then ran his finger back and forth over the top of her cheek. It was his signal for ‘not so fast there missy’ and it made her snort. Leave it to the dungeon bat to want to talk about feelings. She wanted to ask if he’d been abducted by aliens but the last time she asked, he’d put a leg locker curse on her and left her on the floor for an hour.

“Today was your first day back,” Draco said quietly, his hands coming up to rub her shoulders. “I take it that it wasn’t a pleasant experience.”

“Not really,” she sniffled. “I could practically feel the disdain. How could they let a blind girl work for them? I’m useless.”

“Nonsense,” Draco snapped. His words were punctuated by a sharp slap to her hand by Severus. “You intimidate them, even if you can’t see them. What else is bothering you love?”

“I…I heard Ron and Lavender today.”

Draco hummed. “Yes, they are quite disgusting together. I could see how that would turn your stomach.”

Hermione shook her head, trying not to cry again. “It’s not that, though hearing the name Won Won again did sort of make me nauseous.”

Severus cradled the side of her face with his hand, an imploring gesture. He was asking her to tell them. She remained silent and the second hand startled her. He was really concerned. Draco’s hands stilled on her shoulders and came around to cover Severus’s, essentially pleading as well. She couldn’t stand the tenderness any longer and burst into sobs.

“I-I’m sorry. It’s just… I’m so bloody lonely. I didn’t realize just how bad it was until today. Y-you two have each other and I have nobody. No one wants a blind girl, not even Ron. I-I’m sorry. I know I’m being pathetic and drowning in my self-pity but I can’t bring myself to care.”

“We’re here,” Draco said quietly.

“Oh, I know,” she blubbered. “And you two have been ever so nice. I can’t thank you both enough. But I want a companion, a lover, someone to share intimacy with, and you two can’t give me that.”

There was silence for a long time. Their hands slid off her face and she knew they were talking about her, probably something along the lines of how pitiful she was. She hated that she couldn’t see it. They could carry on conversations for hours and she’d never know it, think there was only silence until they clued her in. It made her sob harder. She hated this.

There was a rustle of clothes and the dips in the bed disappeared. Footsteps and a door shutting followed. So they were leaving her to her own devices. It was all well and good. She’s already thoroughly embarrassed herself, no sense in them lingering to rub it in. She appreciated them for that. She sighed deeply and got off the bed, feeling her way around the room. It was time for her to take her leave. She’d overstayed her welcome, if not before, then definitely now.

She had a place in mind, had even hired a realtor to see if she could get a deal on it. She’d taken Harry to see it and he’d given her his seal of approval. All she had to do was say the word and it was hers. She’d been putting it off, just until she’d gone back to work. It was time now. She wouldn’t subject Severus and Draco to anymore of her emotional breakdowns.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Draco asked.

Severus’s hand came around her wrist just as she was about to shove a pair of knickers into her bag.

“I’ve found a place to live,” she said, making sure to turn her face to where Draco stood so he could read her lips. “I don’t want to burden you anymore.”

“You aren’t a burden,” Draco chided.

Severus grabbed her free hand and put it on his cheek. She felt him nod. He agreed. In fact, he agreed so much he yanked her knickers out of her hand and tossed them Merlin knew where. She’d never find them now. She refused to blush at thought of him handling her knickers. The man was gay for Merlin’s sake. At least, mostly gay. Lily Potter was the exception to that. She couldn’t entertain notions of him in any other capacity but friend, though she had many times.

“Look,” she sighed and broke loose from Severus. “I know you two are getting tired of me freeloading. Your offer was temporary and now that I’m back at work, I can move out on my own.”

“You aren’t freeloading,” Draco said a bit too firmly. “You manage to cook and clean your fair share and it isn’t like I don’t own this flat outright.”

“Still,” she said with a frown. “You might want to shag on the kitchen table and you can’t with me here.” Draco chuckled and she could feel Severus’s shoulders shaking behind her. “Well, it’s true.”

“Love, if we wanted to shag on the table, we would. It isn’t as if you could see us.”

She huffed in annoyance. She still hated it when people made reference to her disability. Draco got some lenience though, since he had one as well. It still stung though. She was irritated enough that she didn’t realize the men were closing in on her until their chests touched her shoulders.

“Hermione,” Draco said softly. “Do you really want to move out?”

“Yes,” she said but crumbled under the weight of their hands on her shoulders. “No. I feel safe here, but after that shameful display a few moments ago, it’s better if I go.”

“Does knowing we’re happy together really make you feel lonely?”

She brushed a tear from her eyes. “I’m happy you’re happy but yes, it does make me feel lonely. I want someone to make me as happy as you two are.”

“You can have it,” Draco said quietly, brushing his fingers down her cheek. Severus mirrored his actions on her left side.

“You have someone in mind? Let me guess. You’d like to set me up on a blind date.”

Both men chuckled at her pun. She had to smile. It was the first time she’d ever joked about the accident. It felt good. And maybe it would stave off Draco and George’s incessant ear jokes. She sighed and tried to step away but they each caught her by the arm.

“We do have someone in mind.”

“Who?”

Two hands came up, one on either side, cradling her cheeks. They caressed her face tenderly before two sets of lips gently brushed against her cheekbones. Oh Gods. It felt…amazing. But why? The question barely squeaked out of her lips.

“You’re an amazing woman Hermione,” Draco whispered. “Do you think we haven’t noticed?”

“But… but you’re-“

“Gay?”

She nodded, earning a chuckle from both men. She felt like she was the butt of some horrible joke.

“Love, we’re both bisexual. We’ve just preferred each other’s company because no one else would have us. Who wants a Death Eater?”

“EX!” She snapped. She’d always hated the prejudice against them. They would forever be Death Eaters in the world’s eyes, though Severus risked his life to end the war and Draco was forced into his position.

“Only you would defend us,” Draco whispered in her ear.

She felt her knees shake. How many times had she studied the pair of Slytherins covertly? They were both very handsome. Draco had classical good looks and shimmering grey eyes that held a compassion she hadn’t seen in school. He’d changed so much and that combined with his masculine presence made her take notice. Severus was the dark to Draco’s light, tall and dominating. His onyx eyes seemed to penetrate into her soul and his voice was like liquid sex. She wished she could see them now, hear Severus, have Draco hear her shallow breathing.

“Y-you deserve it,” she managed to whimper.

“We want you love,” Draco said in a strangled voice. “We’ve wanted you for some time now but you were with that absolute wanker.”

She felt Severus’s prominent nose nuzzle the hair at her temple and inhale her scent. How many times had he done that? She’d dismissed it, thinking he was just breathing. Draco pressed further into her side and she could feel the large bulge in his trousers. Severus did the same and she couldn’t contain he gasp that escaped her lips. Gods, she could have never guessed.

“W-why didn’t you say anything?”

“We were afraid you’d turn us down,” Draco whispered “We … discussed it. Would you… give us a chance?”

“B-both of you?”

Severus grabbed her hand and held it to his face so she could feel him nodding vigorously. Then he brought her fingers to his mouth and kissed the tips. Her stomach completely flipped over at the tender gesture. But both of them?

“Why not?” Draco asked. “Triads aren’t all that uncommon you know… unless you don’t want us both.”

“I-I uh, no… I mean yes. I like you both… a lot actually.”

“Then why are you hesitating?”

“What if it doesn’t work out?”

“We’ll deal with it then. But, we can promise you that it will be only us in this relationship. We would never stray or, Merlin forbid, take up with another slag. We’re loyal… you know that.”

Hermione nodded. They were loyal. They’d held vigil over her bed at St. Mungos until she was well enough to leave. They were the first to help her become mobile, the first to help her adapt, and the first to lend an ear (or a pair of eyes) when she was frustrated. And Merlin did she want them.

“O-okay,” she squeaked.

She felt the two men at her sides relax their almost rigid postures. They had been prepared for her to turn them down. She couldn’t. She’d wanted this for much too long. She didn’t know what came next though.

“Let us fill that void,” Draco purred in her ear, his tongue darting out to lick the outer edge.

She shivered at the feeling. The lips that landed on hers were soft but demanding, pressing gently but firmly, persuading her to open up. She smelled wood smoke and a hint of peppermint, Severus. She opened up and allowed his tongue to snake into her mouth, thoroughly plundering it. She thought she might pass out from the intensity.

Draco hissed in her ear. “Gods that’s hot. Do you have any idea how incredible that looks?” No, she didn’t. “Let me show you.”

Severus pulled backwards suddenly and she felt a little bereft. What had Draco meant? She felt him shift in front of her and place a tender kiss to each of her eyelids before opening them with his fingers. She fought for a second before she realized he was trying to see her irises.

“Your eyes are so lovely, like warm honey. I just wish you could see out of them. We think we’ve found a sort of alternative though. Will you allow me to try?”

She nodded. A way to see? She couldn’t pass that up. Draco put his fingers up to her temples and placed his forehead against hers, bidding her to keep her eyes open. What could he possibly be doing? She felt it then, a gentle push on her mind. She fought it for a second before she realized he was trying to show her something and stopped. Suddenly, a vision of her own eyes filled her head. Then she saw Severus leaning in and kissing her for all she was worth. This was what Draco had seen, through his own eyes. It was… wonderful. Tears leaked from her eyes as he showed her how they looked together, though she couldn’t see his face. This was his eyesight after all.

A second pair of hands joined his and she felt another slight pressure. Severus had entered her mind in tandem. It felt uncomfortably crowded but she could see Draco’s face now. It was like a little slide show, all the times they’d been together, just sitting and chatting. She could see the men signing at each other and giving her longing looks as she stared on oblivious, sightless. Something filled her mind, a familiar deep baritone that made her shiver.

“Do you see how beautiful you are?”

“How are you doing that?” she asked aloud.

“Your eyesight may be gone love,” Severus continued, “but your brain is still very much unaffected.”

“Have you tried this with Draco?”

“Yes. We communicate this way a lot, especially during sex. It’s more intimate.”

She blushed all the way to her toes on that thought. The distraction successfully pushed the men out of her mind and left her sightless once again. But she could still see them in her mind; they were kissing each other, losing themselves to their passion. She wanted that.

Another set of lips captured hers. These were plumper, more hesitant but just as sweet. They didn’t demand entrance, they asked politely. Funny, asking politely wasn’t what she pictured Draco to be like at all. She gave herself over to the kiss, allowing him to taste her and she him in turn. He smelled like sage and a spicy musk she recognized as his cologne.

He pulled back only for Severus to dive in again. She lost herself as they took turns snogging her until she couldn’t breathe any longer. A soft mattress hit her back. When had they stepped backwards and onto the bed? She stopped caring when those wicked lips moved lower, each man worshiping a side of her neck. She leaned her head back, allowing them full access. Every other kiss they would pull up and kiss each other. She would have liked to see it but the sensations were still amazing.

Hands, so many hands, they wandered along her body, mapping every crevice. When did her clothes disappear? That wasn’t fair at all. She could still feel the cloth under her fingers as she clutched for purchase, less the caresses take her away. Getting the hint, the men pulled back, shucking their clothes in quick fashion. The hands returned quickly.

She took the opportunity to explore. She started with Draco, turning to face him as Severus dropped kisses on her shoulder and the back of her neck. He was solid muscle but his skin was soft and smooth. She worked her hands over him, lingering over the long scar across his chest she knew Harry had given him in sixth year. He only had a few sparse hairs leading to the place she was most anxious to get at.

“Ah, ah, love,” Draco panted as he grabbed her hands. “Not yet.”

Her protest died in her throat as Severus rolled her over and sealed his lips over her nipple. Her mind went completely white, nothing but pleasure breaking through. Another mouth clamped over her other nipple, gently nibbling and sending sharp bolts of pleasure straight to her core. Hands made their way down her sides, teasing and tickling, caressing her already soaked thighs. This was not fair.

She reached for Severus, her hands snaking in his silky hair. He’d let it grow longer, now reaching past his broad shoulders. She could feel several scars mingled in the coarse hair of his chest. For an older wizard, he was certainly fit. She traced the tight ridges of his abdomen, only to be thwarted once again when she was about to reach her goal.

“No love,” Draco chided. “Try it again and you’ll find yourself tied up.”

She reached for his face a few times before she managed to grab it. “I want to touch you.”

She felt him smirk. “Touch us then, but hands off the cocks or this will go much quicker than we’d like.”

Her core clenched at the dark promise in his words. She didn’t want to go slow, though she was enjoying it immensely. She wanted wild abandonment, overwhelming passion, and a bit of necessary roughness. She want to feel alive again, know that she was still a woman and not some type of freaky invalid or social leper. She wanted fulfillment.

Severus entered her mind again. “You want to be tied up.”

She gasped at the images he pushed in her mind of himself and Draco tying her up and leaving her at their mercy. She shuddered and forced him out accidentally when she nodded in agreement. Oh, she really wanted that. But she wanted to touch them too, damn it. She tried it again.

“No touching,” Draco snapped and slapped her hand away.

She was about to go for Severus when both of her hands were drawn above her head. They moved a moment before she realized that something soft was being bound around them so tightly she couldn’t move them. The forcefulness of the move increased her desire, an answering wetness gushing from her entrance in result.

There were lips, oh, lips on her thighs. She could tell they belonged to Severus, his silky hair sliding alongside them creating delicious tingles to shoot through her. Draco was nibbling at her breasts, nipping and kneading and making her lose her head. The men seemed to be worshiping her body and she was quickly getting frustrated. She wanted to see them, touch them, something. Tears leaked from her eyes.

“Hey,” Draco cooed. “It’s alright love. Just relax and feel. We want you to stop trying for just a minute and enjoy. Let us take care of you.”

His words were punctuated by a long lick at her entrance by Severus. She arched up, seeking more, seeking Draco’s lips, anything to balance the sensation of flying. He quickly obliged, capturing her lips in a heated kiss as Severus started devouring her. She felt herself building up, Draco’s hands tweaking and plucking her nipples, Severus’s wicked tongue penetrating her again and again. There was a sudden flick to her clit and she flew apart, crying into Draco’s mouth and bucking wildly against Severus’s face.

She was floating on a cloud, her climax making her feel lighter than air. It had been so long since she’d felt that kind of release, longer since she’d felt so cherished. Both of these men wanted her any way they could have her. It didn’t matter that she couldn’t see them. Nothing mattered but the fact that they were together… and she was happy.

“Don’t fall asleep on us now,” Draco chuckled. “We’re just getting started.”

She felt herself being lifted off the mattress. Merlin Severus was strong. She snuggled into his neck as he held her, moving as though she were light as a feather. She heard the springs squeak on her mattress and sheets rustling. Severus stepped forward and started to put her down. She tried to help, placing her hands out in front only to discover that they were still tied.

“Relax, love,” Draco purred. “We won’t let you fall.”

She was turned slightly. Hands guided her to straddle a set of muscular legs. The scent of Draco engulfed her senses and she couldn’t help but reach her tied hands forward to feel his chest. Severus climbed behind her, placing his hands on her waist. She felt Draco’s hands come up and caress her thighs and cup her mound, dipping a finger in to make sure she was wet enough. If she wasn’t, she was after that. He hit just the right spot and she moaned, a pang in her heart at the thought that Draco couldn’t hear it.

His hands traveled up further and she was being moved forward and lifted. Searing heat brushed across her entrance. Draco’s engorged member felt silky smooth and hard as steel as he teased her with it. Her heart leapt in her throat in excitement and nervousness. There was no going back from this. The hands on her waist brought her down. She felt him slip between her folds, filling her completely.

Perfect. It was absolutely perfect, better than she could ever imagine. Severus started nibbling on her neck and fondling her breasts as Draco guided her hips back and forth, letting her feel Draco’s length fully. She was certain that nothing could ever feel better than this.

“Do you trust us?”

She nodded her head. She trusted them completely. But the strain of Draco’s voice was frightening her just a little. Her anxiety increased when Severus pushed her to lay flat on Draco’s chest. The feel of Severus’s fingers trailing down her spine made her shiver but when he didn’t stop at the cleft of her bum, she squirmed and sat up.

“Shhh, love,” Draco whispered. “We won’t hurt you. We promise we’ll make you feel good. Just relax and feel. And if you get too scared, just slap my shoulder twice and we’ll stop immediately. Do you want to continue?”

Hermione nodded her head, though she still wasn’t sure. She’d never done that before. The thought of them both inside her made her core clench. Draco groaned at the sudden tightening and thrust up, making a spark of pleasure course through her body. She took a deep breath and flattened herself against Draco seeking his lips to distract her.

Severus started massaging her back while Draco kissed her. She relaxed into position, almost melting when Severus found a few kinks and worked them out. She’d never felt more cherished. He moved lower and lower, now massaging her cheeks, spreading them every now and then. It was a strange feeling but not wholly unpleasant.

She shivered when Severus’s lips replaced his hands, kissing, licking, and nipping her lower back and bum. She felt his hot breath at her entrance and heard Draco’s loud groan. He must have been tonguing Draco’s balls. Suddenly, something hot and wet glided across her nether lips. It felt amazing and her inner walls tightened at the feel.

“Fuck Hermione,” Draco moaned. “You’re going to kill me.”

“F-feels good,” she managed to squeak, trying to make sure she was visible to him so he could understand her.

“You feel amazing,” Draco panted. “Like heaven. Sev, you have to feel her.”

Hermione squeaked when she felt a finger slide inside, stroking both her and Draco’s cock. The feeling was indescribable as the digit explored them both. A tongue joined it, bathing her entrance and Draco’s balls. Another finger slid around and mashed her clit. She couldn’t hold on, her walls contracting as her orgasm washed over her.

Draco growled and snarled underneath her, trying desperately to stave off his climax. He hissed when her nails dug into his shoulders, cursing her for being too good. He brought his arms around her when she collapsed, panting and shaking. He kissed her temple and nuzzled her hair.

She hardly noticed Severus massaging the crack of her arse, only moaning when he moved to circle her rosebud. She heard the sound of a whispered spell and squirmed when her insides felt like bubbles scrubbing her. Then she felt head and a sudden slickness. She always wondered how they did it. Now she supposed she knew. She couldn’t bring herself to care. It felt better than she thought it would.

“Okay love,” Draco whispered. “Now just relax and push back against Sev.”

She was confused until she felt a digit start to slide into her back entrance. It wasn’t painful but she automatically tried to stop it. Draco reminded her again to relax and push. She felt very uncomfortable but she did as she was told and the digit slowly slipped inside. It worked back and forth, causing sweat to break out on her brow when it started massaging the thin membrane separating it from her core and Draco’s cock. She was starting to enjoy it when Severus added another digit, stretching her uncomfortably.

“Shit Severus,” Draco panted. “I don’t know if I can hold on much longer.”

Hermione yelped when she felt a cool breeze at her entrance followed by even colder metal. A few wiggles confirmed that Severus had conjured a cock ring. If Draco’s strangled groan was anything to go by, it was enough to keep him from finishing before they’d even started. The ring warmed up quickly, providing a little bit of friction for her as well.

She had been so transfixed on the new implement around Draco’s erection that she hadn’t noticed Severus slip a third finger into her. He was fucking her with them none to gently and she felt her stomach clench. It felt better than she thought it would, so good that when he withdrew them she whimpered at the empty feeling. She almost rejoiced when she felt the tip of his cock replacing it.

That was, until he started sliding inside. It stung horribly. He was much bigger than three fingers and the pain radiated up her spine. Draco kissed her to distract her from the feeling and brushed the tears out of her eyes. Severus used one hand to rub her clit and the other brush her hair to the side so he could shower her neck with butterfly kisses. She wasn’t sure she could take much more pain and considered tapping his shoulder. But Severus started rocking back and forth, slipping in just a fraction at a time and the pain ebbed slowly.

It took a long time but Severus finally seated himself in her fully and stilled inside her, no doubt trying to regain control. She could feel him trembling and hear his labored breathing and imagined that if his vocal chords worked, he would be moaning with abandon. She wished she could see her lovers’ faces twisted in ecstasy. She wished she could hear Severus losing control. She wished Draco could as well. So many things she knew they were missing but somehow, they all fit together.

Severus brought his hands up to her breasts and pulled her up, her body wedged tightly between the two men. The movement was awkward for a few moments, the two men nearly sliding out a time or two trying to establish a rhythm. They hit their stride a few moments later, the men thrusting in tandem as she tried not to writhe around. The feeling of both men sliding into her, pressing on that tiny barrier between them was causing her to heat up.

Her pleasure soared higher and higher, spurred on by Draco’s abandoned moans and the vibrations from Severus that could only be growls low in his throat. She could picture them now, heads thrown back as they felt her and their cocks sliding against each other. They would be absolutely gorgeous in their abandonment. The picture of them in her head was enough to send her over again, her whole body quaking. It didn’t stop her lovers from taking their pleasure of her.

Time and space seemed to warp. Her sense of direction was gone. She lost the ability to tell which hands, which lips belonged to which man, nor could she bring herself to care. She had them both and it didn’t matter anymore. They were hers. She finally had the intimacy she wanted…the happiness. The loneliness was gone and she hoped it would stay away for the rest of their lives but for now, she would live in the moment. Her core seized again, bathing Draco in her juices and coaxing a shuddered sigh from both men.

“Stay with us,” Draco ground out. “Please say you’ll stay.”

“F-for tonight?” Hermione managed to whimper.

“Forever, if you’ll have us. We love you Hermione.”

Oh Merlin. He’d said it. She felt tears leaking down her face in sheer joy. She’d fallen for them a long time ago but thought it shameful that she loved them equally. She couldn’t chose and they’d given her an option where she didn’t have to. She briefly wondered what everyone else would think of their unconventional relationship but decided she didn’t care. Her happiness was more important than the opinions of a few idiots.

“Yeeees!” she screamed as Severus gave a particularly brutal thrust. Draco followed with one of his own and she screamed her answer over and over again.

“Good,” Draco growled. “Now hold on tight.”

Hermione couldn’t breathe. Both men picked up the pace. She could do nothing but hold on moan pitifully. She was so tired, her body spent. She’d lost track of how many times she’s come. All she knew was that the pleasure was building again. She could feel her muscles tighten, her whole aching body tighten like a bow string.

“One more time love,” Draco panted. “Come with us.”

Hermione felt the cock ring disappear. Severus’s arm snaked around her to push on her clit, sending her into a spiral. She heard Draco’s cries and an odd choking sound behind her as her muscles contracted. She lost the ability to think, white sparks floating behind her eyes. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t speak, and then there was nothing.

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“What are you asking me for?” Draco’s voice floated in her ears. “I can never bloody tell when she’s awake or not. She keeps her eyes closed most of the time now.”

“Draco?” she croaked. “What happened?”

Draco chuckled. “You blacked out. Are you alright?”

Hermione shook off the foggy haze that settled around her mind and tried to sit up, wincing when pain shot up her spine. “So it wasn’t a dream.”

A hand pressed against her cheek, caressing it before the fingers trailed down to her lips and then down her neck. They rubbed her collarbone affectionately.

Hermione grinned. No, not a dream at all. “What now?”

“Now we rest,” Draco said, bending down to kiss her forehead. “I’m bloody knackered.”

She shifted, feeling Draco lay down on her right side. Severus shifted to her left. She turned into the older man, snuggling into his chest and sighing. She was pretty tired too. A thought fluttered into her hazy mind.

“Is it always like that?”

She felt Severus sign her question to Draco.

“Oh no love. It gets much better.”

Hermione smiled, joy filling her until she couldn’t help but giggle. Funny, one little accident could change everything. It might have taken many things from her, but it gave her two very special men. And she would be forever thankful for that.

So what do you guys think? It actually wanted to be a much longer novel, but I have waaay too much on my plate right now to even think about it. I had to write it down though. Hit that review button and let me know. Until the next whim... love you guys!
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