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Several Flings Before Christmas
Chapter 1: Dancing with Snakes
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“Ron,” Ginny sighs, exasperated. “You're my brother and I love you, but what makes you think Hermione would ever want to get back together with you?”
“It’s been two years, she’s had the chance to live the life she wanted and… she’s undoubtedly come to the realization that work isn’t all it’s chalked up to be.” Ron explains growing more confident with every word.
Ginny stares across the sitting room of Grimmauld place and does her best not to roll her eyes. She really does love Ron, but sometimes she wonders if he really believes everything he’s saying or if he lives in a fantasy land in his own head.
“Ron, she’s made a name for herself across the world. She’s not just Hermione Granger, one third of the golden trio anymore. She’s a big deal in criminal law, not to mention what she’s done for actual laws. She’s made a fortune for herself in the private sector and now she’s back in town to serve the public at the Ministry like she’s always wanted.”
“Yeah, exactly, she’s done what she wanted now it’s time to settle down.”
Ginny shakes her head. Clearly this was a waste of time. Ron had his mind made up and nothing short of Hermione turning him down was going to change his mind. If even that.
The clock on the wall chimed six and all at once the Christmas lights lit up around the house. She heard a thump and curse upstairs, followed by laughter and assumed Sirius was once again startled by the lights, causing Remus to laugh at him. Sirius had been back for three years, one would think he’d be used to her decorations by now.
As if drawn in by her thoughts, Sirius enters with James on his hip, Remus just behind him with Teddy. “Ginny, darling, light of my godson’s life, his only reason for being, are the automatic lights truly necessary?”
Ginny grins as James reaches out for her over the back to the sofa and Sirius swings him around to sit on the cushion next to her. He cuddles up into her side, using her swollen belly as a pillow.
“Of course, it’s Christmas Sirius, where’s your holiday spirit?”
“We’re having a bit of a tiff at the moment.” he replies, sarcasm prominent. It’s then that he seems to notice Ron. “Ron, sorry I didn’t see you there. What brings you around?”
“Hermione asked me to stop by.” he replies, looking smug as Ginny turns to look at him surprised. “Did I not mention that?” Ginny rolls her eyes.
“Does she know you’re here?” Remus asks.
Ron shrugs. “I don’t know, she asked me to meet her here around this time, I assumed she’d be along.”
As if on cue, the hurried click of heels sounds at the stairs and they turn as the sound gets louder, announcing the arrival of the only other woman in the house.
“Bloody hell kitten.” Sirius says as she steps through the door, sporting a green, form fitting, long sleeved, velvet dress. The neck line is cut low and on her feet a pair of green designer heels. Her once frizzy hair is tamed, the curls long and soft and on her face the slightest touch of make up.
“Oh, is that the dress from Viktor?” Ginny asks, turning as much as she can. Seeing the trouble she’s having, Hermione moves to the end of the sofa so she doesn’t have to crane her neck to see.
“Yes, isn’t it just to die for?” she asks, excitedly.
“Viktor as in Viktor Krum?” Ron asks, drawing her attention. “I didn’t know you were seeing each other again.” his hands clenching his mug on and off.
“We aren’t.” Hermione replies. “I was in Bulgaria in September for a case and he and his new girlfriend took me out for my birthday.” she smiles at the memory. “Anyway, I’m running late, but Ron, I needed to talk to you about something.”
Ron sets his mug on the coffee table and stands. “Should we go somewhere else to talk?” he asks and for anyone who's paying attention, the hopefulness in his tone is hard to miss. Hermione doesn’t seem to be paying attention, however.
“No this is fine. I got a call from my new assistant this afternoon. The defense is trying to use this period of transition to get the testimony of your confidential informant in the Latham case thrown out. Can you get ahold of your witness and set up a meeting with the judge. Everything will be sealed and off the record so their safety won’t be in jeopardy, but the judge won’t rule on anything until he hears the testimony.”
Ron stands speechless for a moment, visibly deflated, jaw working up and down. “Yeah,” he eventually forces out. “No problem. I’ll talk to them tomorrow.”
Hermione smiles. “Great! Sorry to run, but I’m going to be late.” she tells them as she summons her cloak. The faux fur cascades around her as she slips it on, stowing her wand. She walks around the back of the sofa, leaning over to plant a kiss on James’ cheek which only makes him giggle. “Are you going to be a good boy for you mum while your dad is out tonight?” she asks.
James sits up quickly. “The best!” he exclaims with a toothy grin.
Ginny laughs. “Oh sure, you’ll listen to Aunt Hermione.”
With a wave goodbye, Hermione’s out the front door moments later.
“Still a bit of a hurricane I see.” Remus says as the dust settles behind her. Ron grunts a reply, disappearing into the floo in a flash of green flame.
“What’s wrong with him?” Sirius asks.
“He thought Hermione called him here to rekindle their teenage romance.” Ginny explains. “Didn’t have the heart to tell him she was going out for drinks with a bunch of Slytherin tonight.”
Sirius barks a laugh.
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The bass reverberates through the air as she steps through the portal hidden in the alley downtown. The bouncer nods to her as she passes him and she vanishes her cloak as she steps up to the hostess stand.
“Malfoy.” she leans in to be heard over the music. The young woman nods, checks the clipboard on her stand and then turns and beckons one of the wait staff over. She whispers something to him and he nods, then gestures for Hermione to follow him. He leads her to the VIP section, separated from the rest of the club by a set of stairs up to a raised platform. As they climb the stairs and cross the threshold, the music fades to a more reasonable level.
As they approach the back she spots her intended company and they notice her as well.
“There she is.” Blaise says as they stand to greet her. “The Prodigal daughter returns.”
Hermione smiles ruefully at him, greeting each of them with a demure kiss on the cheek, before taking a seat in the horseshoe shaped booth. Draco relays a drink order to the waiter that escorted her and he leaves to fill it.
“So, not set to start work until the day after tomorrow and yet I hear you’ve already started.” Theo says a teasing lilt to his voice.
“Of course.” she replies. “The defense thinks they can use my transition time to get their client off the hook, a dangerous client no less. Well I just don’t think so.”
They laugh. “Honestly, we’d expect no less from you Granger.” Draco replies. She smiles saucily at him, leaning back against the booth and thanking the waiter as he hands her her drink.
“It’ll just be good to have someone who knows what the hell they're doing.” Blaise explains. “The guy you're replacing thought he was a god or some shite like that. Couldn’t be beat in trial.”
Theo scoffs. “Yeah, that’s why he fell from grace so spectacularly.”
“Now we all get to be bossed around by the Gryffindor princess herself.” Blaise smirks at her.
Hermione rolls her eyes. “Careful Blaise, your kinks are peaking through.”
“My bad, Principessa, I meant to put them on full display.”
“Flirting with your new coworker, that’s pretty gutsy for a Snake.” Hermione throws back the rest of her drink and sets the empty glass on the table.
“We can’t all be perfect snakes.” Blaise glances at Draco who smirks and shrugs.
“Well, I could use a dance.” Hermione says, slipping out of the booth. Blaise looks as though he’s going to follow her. “Care to join me, Theo?”
Theo laughs, slipping out of the booth after her. “Lead the way, Princess .” he teases, leading her back toward the stairs with a hand at her back.
Blaise rolls his eyes and returns to his drink, ignoring the knowing smirk on Draco’s face. After a while it becomes impossible. “Alright, alright, you won this round, but don’t count me out yet. The night is still young.”
Draco chuckles. “I wouldn’t count on it, mate. It’s two against one.” Draco’s smirk turns into a lascivious grin.
“See, that’s where you're outmatched.”
“How do you figure?”
“Women like Hermione are all talk in matters like these. She can flirt all she wants with you but at the end of the day she’s too vanilla for two men.”
Draco stares across the table for a moment before bursting into laughter. “Oh Blaise, you clearly don’t know her as well as you think you do.”
“Is that right?” he replies skeptically.
“Yes, it is. She’s been around the world and back, my friend. She’s no blushing lioness anymore.” and with a chuckle, Draco slips from the booth.
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Draco and Theo share a brownstone in London, not more than a few blocks from the underground nightclub. It's as posh as one would expect, with dark woods and cream accents all highlighted by tasteful white christmas lights. Hermione pays all of it only as much attention as she has to to navigate her way around in the low light, which isn’t much considering her attentions are elsewhere.
Draco’s mouth is like fire against the pulse of her neck and the hard lines of their bodies pressed against her, front and back, only increase the feelings he’s wrought. While Draco focuses his attention on her neck, Theo’s hands wander, skirting the hem of her dress, his fingers dipping below it and moving upward.
“So you had a bet with Blaise.” she says, her voice barely above a whisper. “Whoever I went home with wins?” Draco makes his way down her neck, tilting her back against Theo to better access the strip of skin left exposed by the low cut of her dress.
“Yes, we did.” Theo replies. Hermione reaches up, wrapping her hand around the back of Theo’s head, pulling him down to kiss her.
When they finally pull away, Hermione asks; “What do you win?”
“Hmm?” Theo hums, distracted by the attention he pays to the side of her neck.
“What do you get when you win?” she clarifies.
It seems to take a moment for them to process her question, but when they do, they both pull back enough to look down at her.
“You.” Draco replies as though it should be obvious. She supposes it should be, the bet was to see which one of them could seduce her, it made perfect sense that she was the prize. It wasn’t too long ago she would have taken offense to being treated as some sort of trophy, but with the passage of time, so too came the knowledge that, depending on who was playing, being a trophy could be rather fun.
Hermione smirks, planting her hands against Draco’s chest and pushing just hard enough to send him tumbling to the sofa behind him. He stares up at her a strange mix of intimidation and lust in his silver eyes.
“Is that right?” she asks. He nods. Slowly she turns so she and Theo are standing facing each other, both still able to turn their heads and look down at Draco. “If memory serves, Theo did most of the work tonight.” she reaches up, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him down to her. “Don’t you think he deserves the prize?” Draco nods dumbly, and Hermione leans in, closing the distance between them, acutely aware of Draco’s eyes on them.
Theo chuckles, as they pull away just enough to breathe, the rumble moving through her where they’re pressed together. A smirk tilts his lips as he stares down at her.
“If only they could all see you now.” he says, his voice a deep rumble through the still air. “All those people who think you're so innocent.”
“They don’t get to see.” Hermione replies. “They didn’t win.”
His smirk shifts to a grin, a near feral thing on his gorgeously sharp features. “No, they didn’t.” he tells her, his hands moving to grasp the backs of her thighs, lifting her up against him. She wraps her legs around his waist as he turns toward the stairs, his step only skipping once as she goes to work on his neck, the same spot Draco showed her in the alley outside the club.
From over his shoulder, Hermione watches Draco stand from the sofa to follow them. Their eyes meet and she makes sure to hold his gaze as her hands fist in Theo’s hair and she does her level best to leave her mark on his skin.
Their bedroom looks much like the rest of the house with the exception that it actually looks lived in. It's darker than the rest of the house, save for a small white Christmas tree in the corner. The green lights from the strand lend an eerie glow to the room, sharpening both Theo and Draco’s aristocratic features.
Theo sets her back on her feet, and she immediately pushes him back on the bed. She turns to Draco, back to him and instructs him to unzip her. He does so without argument, slowly lowering the zipper, taking the opportunity to run his finger tips against her skin. “You look amazing in Slytherin Green.” he whispers, stooping down to lay a kiss against her newly exposed shoulder.
Hermione lets the dress fall off of her, sliding down her body to reveal her black silk and lace undergarments. When the dress is on the floor she steps out of it, turning to Draco and backing him up to the bed where he lands shoulder to shoulder with Theo who's been watching them with rapt fascination. The men stare up at her as she stands before them, her heels giving her the slightest bit more height over them.
Their eyes travel the length of her, stopping as they catch sight of a streak of iridescent black moving across her abdomen. They both sit up on their elbows, wide eyed as they try to find it again, only for it to appear along her side, seemingly peaking out at them.
“What is that?” Theo asks, the fascination in his voice matching the look on his face. Hermione looks down, tilting her body to the side so they can get a better look. The wispy black lines become visible in the green light, revealing a little otter swimming along her side on it’s back. It seems to notice them looking at it and it quickly darts around her side, only to appear over her shoulder.
“It’s shy.” she tells them, trying not to laugh at how their eyes try to follow it like a snitch on the Quidditch Pitch. Eventually she steps forward, straddling the legs they have pressed together, hovering over them. “Are we done then, or shall we continue?” she asks teasingly. They both sit up enough to reach her, lips and hands spreading across every inch of skin they can manage. At some point one of them reaches behind her to unclasp her bra. With more skin exposed, her little otter flits around before them and they make a game out of trying to catch it until Hermione stops them, a hand planted on each of their chests pushing them back.
“You’re both overdressed.” she tells them, sliding off of them and back to her feet. She kicks off her shoes and slips her fingers into the band of her panties, bending in half as she slips them down her legs. When she straightens again, she stares back at their gaped expressions expectantly. They jump to attention, tearing at buttons and zippers as quickly as they can until they stand before her just as bare. She wants to laugh at her eagerness, but the humor escapes her when she gets a good look at them both, all lean muscle. “That’s better.” she tells them, certain she saw them preen under her appraising stare.
Unwilling to wait any longer, Theo steps forward, pulling her into his arms and tumbling back on to the bed with her. She laughs as they land with a muffled whump, the plush comforter pillowing up around them. He rolls her beneath him, pinning her to the bed with his need between her legs and his body pressed to her chest to hip.
“You're gorgeous.” Theo mutters almost reverently, his lips at her pulse and his hands everywhere he can reach. They travel down her side, slipping between their bodies. His fingers slip along her folds, eliciting a sigh here and a gasp there. She’s already wound up from the dance floor and their stop over in the living room, she’s more than ready for them now. But Theo doesn’t seem to be in a hurry and for that matter neither does Draco who’s made himself comfortable in a chair in the corner, his hand moving leisurely along his cock as he watched Theo tease her.
“Fuck me.” she whines, fingers weaving into his hair. She tugs at the short thick strands and he hisses at the sharp pain.
“Patience.” he tells her, pulling her hands free and gathering them into one of his own, pinning them to the bed above her head. She whines again, half heartedly struggling against his grip. “Draco.” Theo calls out. “Come help me.” within moments Draco is there on the other side of the bed, crawling toward them and taking her wrists from Theo. He holds her gently but firmly, smirking down at her as she scowls up at him.
Free from having to hold her, Theo shifted his weight off of her, kissing and nipping his way down her body until he was kneeling on the floor beside the bed. She feels him spread her thighs, throwing her knees over his shoulders and she peeks up at Draco to find him watching the scene enthralled.
At the first swipe of his tongue she arches her back, hands grasping Draco’s wrists as he has hers. The noise she makes is somewhere between a gasp and a moan and she shudders as he does it again.
“She’s very responsive.” Theo chuckles.
“Well, you have a talented tongue.” Draco replies.
Liquid fire shoots through her belly as she considers Draco’s words, the feeling only compounded by Theo who choses that moment to seal his lips against her clit. He sucks and nips at the little bud before settling in like he’s at a feast. She writhes and moans as he works her over, her thighs clamping down around his head as he pushes her over the edge.
“Fuck.” Theo curses, though the chuckle that follows let’s her know he’s not angry as he pries her legs open to escape her death grip. “Almost suffocated down there.” He smirks, but she’s too spent to do more than roll her eyes at him.
Above her Draco chuckles. “Hell of a way to go.” He says and she does find enough energy to pinch his wrist where he’s still holding on to her. He flinches, laughing. Draco leans over her, stealing a kiss, before pulling back enough to look down her body where Theo is watching them, his chin resting on her stomach.
“Your turn.” Theo tells him. Draco grins, releasing Hermione’s wrists. She lowers her arms, and props herself up. They rearrange themselves on the bed, Hermione now resting against the pillows. Draco crawls over her, slotting his hips against hers. Pressed together from hip to shoulder, he works at her neck, leaving bites and nips along the skin of her pulse.
“Are you ready Granger?” Draco asks, his voice low, almost dark as it rasps out.
“Fuck yes.” she sighs and Draco wastes no time, Grasping her hips and pushing forward, seating himself inside of her. She moans, head digging back in the pillow as she arches against him. He sits still, barely holding on to control as she tries to get him to move. “Draco.” she whines, earning a chuckle from both of them.
“Impatient as always.” Draco smirks.
“Such a Gryffindor.” Theo adds. The bed shifts and she turns her head to see Theo kneel beside them. In retaliation she reaches out, wrapping her hand around Theo’s stiff cock, squeezing gently before running her hand down it. “Fuck.” he curses, bracing himself with a hand against the headboard. They can both feel him trembling at the sensations.
Draco chuckles above her, jerking his hips forward suddenly. Her reaction is to gasp and clench her fists, an action which receives quite the response from Theo.
Before long Draco has a steady pace and Hermione’s hand movements are jerky as she tries to focus on Theo while pleasant sensations fill her, pushing her closer and closer to the edge. Eventually she has the wherewithal to tug Theo closer until she can take his cock into her mouth. He curses again, the hand braced on the headboard coming down to weave in her hair. She moans around him as he tugs lightly at the strands.
Draco moves a little faster as he feels her walls begin to flutter around him, reaching between them to rub at her clit. She tips over the edge in a display that has them following her over not long after.
“Fuck that was better than New York last year.” Draco mutters. Theo agrees with a hum.
Hermione chuckles. “I’m glad you had fun.” she tells them, crawling over Theo and grabbing her clothing off the floor. “I quite enjoyed it myself.” she smirks as she slips her undergarments back on.
“Leaving so soon?” Theo asks, doing his level best not to sound disappointed.
“Yeah Granger, stick around, we’ll even eat you, I mean make you breakfast in the morning.”
Hermione laughs. “As wonderful as that sounds I’m meeting with a realtor tomorrow, I need to get back to Harry and Ginny’s so I can get some sleep.”
“I thought you had already found a flat?” Draco asks, confused. He watches as she slips her dress back on.
“I did, but then the landlord decided to pretend he didn’t know I had a pet and jack up my rent.” she rolls her eyes. “Jokes on him though, I hadn’t signed the contract yet.”
Once dressed, Hermione crawls back up on the bed, giving each man a truly filthy kiss. “Perhaps some other time though.” she tells them as she crawls back off, slipping on her shoes. “You know where to find me now.” she winks at them over her shoulder and disappears out the door.