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The night air was warm and carried on its breeze the scent of food and the faint sounds of celebration. Through the barriers set up for the Samhain celebration there were wooden tables stagered in a circular formation around a small clearing and lights hung overhead. Hermione sat at a round table with candles glowing at its center listening to Ron talk animatedly to Seamus and Dean about the Cannons latest standings for the season. It was Halloween night of their eighth year, and Hogwarts was cloaked in an elegant darkness, its student body engaging in festivities that blurred the lines between forced identities and reality. The students dressed in risqué apparel and masks of all shapes adorning their features. Hermione touched the pads of her finger tips to the side of her mask, her face was covered by thin lace, gold flecks covering its edges, with its simple elegance it curved over her freckled nose—a delicate piece, the golden filigree reflected the moonlight as she turned her eyes toward the tables of students. The mask was her shield; it granted her the confidence to step beyond her comfort zone. She tuned out her companions conversations and sipped on the blue sparkling liquid in her glass as her eyes roamed the faces of the students.
There were couples from three of the four houses dancing under the trees draped with floating orbs of twinkling light. The clouds covering the moon periodically. Neville with his newfound confidence twirled past Hermione’s table with a laughing Luna in his arms. He had taken a cloak and made it shimmer with autumn colors, Luna’s body was draped in a shimmering minidress, the same color palette as his cloak, forming to the shape of her slender figure, she was twirling barefoot in his graceful arms as he smiled down at her. Following their movement Hermione’s attention was drawn to more of the couples on the dance floor, Harry and Ginny were swaying with each other in the middle of the clearing wearing matching his and her red and gold lingerie sets. Harry had a sheer red shirt, holding Ginny to him, her red and gold lingerie dress clinging to her frame. Terry Boot was drunkenly weaving in and out of the masses doing a bad rendition of Thriller without a shirt, in his blue house tie and lingerie bottoms to the amusement of two Hufflepuff girls. To the dismay of all the ladies way too much of Cormac McLaggen was on display as he, reeking of puke and alcohol, tried to persuade the Patil twins to dance with him. His blusterous voice had caught the attention of Zacharias Smith and Justin Finch-Fletchley. They dragged him away, back towards the castle stating he had had enough for one night, their silhouettes fading into the forest, a stumbling McLaggen between them.
Hermione glanced at the tables on the other side of the clearing. Empty except for a small group, the Slytherins, who sat alone at a table in the back, farthest into the Forest. The four of them sat facing the dancers, their posture on the defense. They had been forced to come back for their eighth year per the Ministry. Blaise and Pansy wore purple and black matching sets of lingerie. Pansy was tracing the outline of Blaise’s abs through his silken top as Blaise talked with two figures whose outfits also coordinated, one in silver, the other black. Hermione found herself distracted, she found herself bored of listening to the drunken ramblings of her self appointed date and their friends who had too much of the Weasley Special punch. She found herself drawn to two piercing sets of eyes.
(An hour or so later)
Hermione Granger stood next to Ron, Harry, Ginny, and Hannah talking with a pink boa feathered Lavender Brown, her pink push up bra bouncing between them, Lavender was digging for the latest gossip to spill to anyone and everyone who would listen, she was currently prattling on about how Michael Corner and Cho Chang had been caught by Filch in the alcove next to Charms snogging after hours. Ron was hanging on her every word his cup hanging from his loosened grasp, empty for the seventh time. Harry kept giving him pointed looks. He took Ron’s glass and stepped away from them to fill it again, this time with water. Ginny kept giving Hermione sympathetic glances. Harry came back and handed Ron his cup, Ron didn’t even notice the change in drink. Hermione zoned Lavender out, as she caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of her eye.
It couldn’t be, she thought to herself. She looked harder at the shadows next to the tables and saw a little black cat, she watched the black cat darting through the shadows between the many tables and legs of her fellow eighth years. She excused herself and weaved her way across the clearing, The little black cat stopped and looked at her as it disappeared over a knotted tree root that covered a thin path. Hermione followed and spotted the cat a few yards ahead on the path, It’s yellow eyes glinted with mischief, and despite the celebrations behind her she found herself propelled forward. She realized that no one even noticed when she left the party. Behind her, the laughter of her friends faded as she followed the little black cat who stopped to turn back and see if she was keeping up, the students continued to celebrate not realizing that the Slytherin table stood empty.
As she ventured deeper into the forest, she found it harder to see ahead of herself, the moon being covered by thick clouds. With a flicker of luminescence from her wand she could make out what was ahead of her again, her golden form-fitting lingerie dress that accentuated her silhouette glistened in the light. She glanced down, in the dim light from her wand, she looked exquisite, a vision really—. She stopped in her tracks when she looked up again and could no longer see the little black cat. Hermione called out to it with only the sound of the wind through the forest beyond in response. She glances back over her shoulder, she had wandered so far from the celebrations. She hears a faint meow. She gathered her courage, heart racing she continued on down the path ahead following the sound, her footfalls just a faint rustle of leaves.
From behind a cluster of trees, Draco Malfoy observed the scene unfold. Dressed in a tight black cashmere top that accentuated his lean frame, every muscle was on display. He felt slightly uncomfortable in his black leather pants, his eyes bright beneath the sleek silver mask that covered his face, stopping over his nose—a stark reminder of the Death Eaters and the misdeeds of his past. His heart raced too, the purpose of the mask this evening was not to conceal his identity, it was heavy with the legacy he couldn’t escape. He carried the weight of it on his shoulders every day and tonight was a testament to that. His eyes fell upon the unmistakable dark caramel colored curls of one, Hermione Granger. Lips moving from a pout to his usual smirk, He stepped out onto the path.
Hermione stopped in her tracks, startled. “Malfoy? Why are you here?”
“That’s a question I should be asking of you Granger.” he quipped, stepping so close he had to tilt his head to look down at her, his hair falling over both sides of his mask.
Hermione met his eyes, her chin tilted upward.Their exchange sparked a subtle tension, electricity dancing in the air between them, something deeper than rivalry—a thread of familiarity…..
From behind a twisted tree, Theodore Nott stumbled out with a half empty bottle of Malfoy Superior Red wine, exuding charm despite the constraining fabric of his sultry silver cashmere top and black leather pants. His chestnut curls hanging over the black mask covering half his face contrasted against the shimmering silver of his attire, amplifying his disarming charisma. “What a party we have here! A Malfoy and a Granger—what could possibly go wrong?” he teased, raising an eyebrow.
“Everything,” Draco muttered, eyeing Theo warily. Yet there was also the flicker of amusement in his eyes, a spark of camaraderie in their shared absurdity.
Theo huffed and rolled his lean shoulders, “Relax, mate. We’re far from prying eyes” Theo encouraged, leaning closer to Hermione he offered her a swig of the bottle. “You look ravishing, Hermione. I wish we could have danced with you tonight. Maybe it's not to late..hm?” Hermione and Theo shared a knowing look, Hermione gave him a quick half smile as she tucked her hair behind her ear.
The three now stood under the luminescent glow of the full moon, no longer covered by the clouds.
“I wasn’t expecting to see either of you tonight,” Hermione stated as she flicked her wand, the light dissapearing from it as she looked between the two men before her. Moving closer, handing the bottle back to Theo, an unexpected heat blooming in her cheeks, though her lips curled into an amused smile. She shook her head with a defeated sigh.
“Have you had a change of heart princess?” Theo shot back with a grin, nonchalantly shrugging, making air quotes with his slender fingers, “Who is to say we didn’t accidentally run into each other, dumb luck perhaps?”
Draco scoffed to himself and raises one brow at the absurdity of Theo’s claim “Aren’t black cats considered quite unlucky? Who says this will end up in our favor this time around?”
Theo composes himself, his face serious, “What good is arguing about it, we are all here aren't we.?”
Draco sighed, “This… situation.. does have a way of complicating things. Remember the last few times we let ourselves get carried away in the Astronomy Tower or the Library, what about the Quidditch locker rooms? I had to obliviate a very unhappy Weasel. I had a broken nose yet again after that not so secret meeting.” He said with a scowl, “Besides Granger might be right the Wizarding world just isn’t ready for this after everything that has happened. We are the sons of Death Eaters and I carry the dark mark Theo, they will say we put Granger under the Imperious or worse. They will never believe us.”
The silence that followed was uncomfortable, Hermione looked at Theo who looked down at the drink in his hand, then at Draco whose eyes were unoccluded, filled with a deepening sadness. His hand rubbing over the mark through his shirt sleeve. Hermione wished she could take back her words.
“So what if they find out? Blaise, Pansy and Harry already know and accept it,” Hermione countered, her confidence returning. “Besides, we’ve all changed since those early days. None of us are solely defined by our past. I came up with the black cat spell so that we can be together without prying eyes. No one would suspect it because of all the cats on campus. We could—”
“Wait.. you told Potter?” Draco’s eyes widen. Theo’s mouth drops open in surprise, “When?”
Hermione stood still, mentally chastising herself for her accidental admission. “On the train to Hogwarts. He was pressuring me about why I hadn’t come to The Burrow much this summer… it just sort of slipped out. I explained to him that this has been going on since third year….” Hermione bit her bottom lip, her voice trailing off.
A charged silence followed, the forest filled with a soft, pressing stillness.
Hermione’s heart began to race as Theo, embodied a devil-may-care attitude, took her hand. “Well what’s the worst that could happen? Potter hasn’t tried to kill us yet so he must think you’re capable of handling yourself. Tonight is a night for celebration, let’s be selfish, Let's embrace tonight, just the three of us.”
The moonlight glistened off the silver of his mask as Draco took her hand and pulled them towards him, Draco sighs deeply, “I can’t resist you Granger, you will be the death of me.” Hermione looked up and was met with a sly grin, she found herself smiling back. The boys danced with her as they made their way farther into the forest taking turns twirling her, a smile never leaving her face.
As laughter spilled into the silence of the forest, they became three figments of freedom, spirits entwined, stumbling through the night without the burdens of their names or pasts. In that moment, boundaries blurred.
“Let’s just... be,” Hermione whispered breathlessly, her eyes locking onto Draco’s, an unspoken agreement glinting in the depths of their eyes.
“Be aware Granger, one of these days…,” Draco mused, taking a step closer. “It could lead to chaos.”
“Chaos can be fun,” Theo chimed in, an impish curl to his lips as he raises the bottle to Draco’s mouth. Draco drinks, as Theo takes the bottle away to have a swig of his own, he locks eyes with Draco, his tongue peaks out from his slightly parted lips licking the taste of berries from them.
The trio walked farther off the path drinking the last of the bottle as they came upon a willow tree whose branches draped to the ground. Theo held his arm up to open a space for them to enter under the tree's limbs. Draco dropped the bottle from his lips, flicking his wand to light up the lower branches with a dim shimmering glow. With a final swish of his wand he transfigures the grass into a soft rug ready to be laid upon. Draco leaned down his hair falling over his eyes to lightly kiss Hermione on her lips as Theo stood behind her and ran his hands down her shoulders, fingers tracing the edges of the golden patterns of her lingerie. Hermione sighs and leans back into Theo’s chest, his back up against the smooth bark of the Willow’s trunk. “Let us take care of you tonight Granger,” Draco’s deep voice commands as he drops his gaze. She glances down. Draco traces her nipples through the thin layer of her lingerie. Theo’s lips move up her neck to her ear. Theo’s praises, as Draco leans down further to push her into his mouth, are drowned out by Hermione’s whimpers of pleasure. The eagerness of Draco’s mouth capturing her breast over the rough fabric of her lingerie makes her shiver, he moves his mouth to her other side as her nipples peak. Theo lifts the thin golden strap and continues to kiss her bare shoulder, with experienced fingers the center of her bust is unclasped. Her breast’s now exposed to Draco’s experienced hands. Hermione moans into Theo’s mouth as she tilts her chin towards him, his hand around her neck. Draco sinks to his knees kissing a line down her stomach as he pushes up the hemline of her lingerie. He puts his hands in between her knees, warm palms press against her, opening her legs. Theo pulls his lips away and places them back on her neck, sucking on her pulse point as he takes the remainder of her lingerie dress off. Hermione feels Draco’s fingers gently tracing her until she is thoroughly soaked. Draco ducks his head down, using his teeth he rips off her thong, he presses his warm palm into her, pauses as he looks up, eyes locking onto hers asking permission. She nods. “Use your words Granger.” Draco says as his hand presses harder against her. Theo pauses his lips pull away from her, warm puffs of breath ghosting over her neck. “Please, Draco.., Please.” Hermione begs. Draco lifts her legs over his shoulders, she is bare before them both. Theo looks down over her body. “Oh how I’ve missed you darling.” He says as he unzips his pants with one hand using his other arm to steady her. Hermione leans her head and shoulders back against Theo, her hands tangling in Draco’s hair as he puts his mouth on her. Hermione moans as Draco and Theo pull pleasure from her. Draco pulls his tongue out,spins his signet ring around and makes Hermione scream with pleasure as his fingers replace his tongue. Draco looks up at her to catch a glimpse of her face as his fingers are bending, setting a harsh rhythm going in and out, in and out. Hermione reaches behind herself, takes Theo’s cock in her hand and pumps him up and down, a bead of precum forming at his tip. Draco removes his fingers when she bares down on him seeking release. “I want you to come on my cock Granger.” He growls out as he sits back onto the rug. Hermione moves down, placing her knees on either side of his hips, the rug digging into her bare knees. Her fingers shaky she unzips his pants. Theo watches and continues to pull his hand over himself. Draco's grey eyes watch her intensely. She takes his cock out and runs her fingers along the shaft. He leans his head back. His jaw relaxed, his breathing starts to get heavy as her hands and mouth work him over. He chances a look down at her, her cheeks hollow as she slides her mouth all the way down and back up. His eyes catch Theo's, Theo bites his lip enjoying the show. Draco moans, throwing his head back again. Hermione sits up on her knees, straddling Draco and lowers herself onto him as her fingers push against his chest to lower him down. He complies and watches as she rides him, her moans getting louder as she gets herself off. Theo lowers himself down when she reaches desperately behind herself for him. He pushes her forward with the palm of his hand on the small of her back. Draco’s hand wraps into the curls at the back of her head, he pulls her in for a deep kiss. Theo slickens himself with a quick spell and puts his thumb at her entrance working his way in. Hermione reaches back, takes his hand away and lines him up. She pushes back and opens up easily for him. He let’s out a hiss and stops himself from pushing in further. Draco holds her hips as she pushes down onto them. After she gets used to the feeling, Hermione pauses and let’s the boys take over. Her hair falling over her shoulders and around Draco’s face. They kiss passionately not coming up for air until they absolutely must. Their lips parting together. Theo picks out a steady rhythm as his hands roam over her shoulders, back, hips and reach around to cup her breasts. He pulls her upright hands kneading at her nipples. The steady rhythm set by the two boys drives her mad. She can feel every flutter of movement, even a bit of pain as they fill her. She can’t get enough. Draco pumps in and out harder as he nears his climax. The view of Hermione’s face from this angle to much for him. Hermione lets out a soft scream of pleasure as Theo’s teeth bite into her flesh, she cums, crashing down on Draco in what feels like waves. Draco gives in, he steadies himself as Theo bites down on her neck finishing himself. Theo leaves tender kisses over the marks as he rolls them onto their sides. Hermione lays in the middle between the boys breathing hard. Draco’s fingers twist a strand of her curls. The boys each have ahold of one of her hands, she stares up at the tree branches. Theo’s thumb traces her hand as he stares at her profile. Hermione speaks first. “I don’t want to keep this...us... a secret any longer.” Draco raises his head to look at Hermione as she softly says, "I want everyone to know the sacrifices you both made. You both risked so much to keep me safe, to help The Order. The war is over, no more hiding, no more secrets." Draco's mind goes back to that night at The Manor, his expression darkening. Hermione reaches her hand up to his cheek. When he looks at her his eyes fill with tears. "But I couldn’t stop her." He says unable to meet her gaze as he stared at the words carved on her arm. Hermione's breath hitches as Theo covers it with his own. "You tried to lessen it, I knew you were there in my mind with me Draco, I could feel and hear you. You saved Theo from having to take the mark. We are all here together today because of you."
When the sunlight starts to filter in they get up and redress in their party outfits. Theo secretly pockets her torn thong. They walk hand in hand back through the forest. The party is over but some stragglers are still up sitting around the various tables. Some are passed out on the ground, tables and chairs toppled over. Draco ignores them, he grabs three tablecloths and transfigures them into robes. The trio ignore the gasps and hushed whispers from those who were sober enough to be aware of their arrival, but one set of green eyes follow them. Draco's grey eyes scan the stragglers, his eyes lock onto Harry's. Draco stands facing Harry, empty hands on display by his sides, body tense in anticipation of what may come. Harry just smiles at them, a sleeping Ginny in his lap. Theo and Hermione pull their cloaks on unaware of the secret exchange. Harry pulls out his wand, Draco's body freezes… Draco closes his eyes tightly. When a moment passes and he doesn't feel anything he opens his eyes and to his suprise he sees Harry flick his wand at the grass beside himself, a small black cat appearing, laying down next to Ginny. Harry smirks.
As the new dawn breaks over the castle painting the sky, Draco, Hermione and Theo walk hand in hand.