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It was a perfect night to sit at the Astronomy Tower; it was clear and cool, and the waxing moon was preparing to be the Pink Full Moon of Spring. Draco had been coming here every day for the last three months, and it was always empty. Today, Hermione Granger sits on one of the ragged window ledges in the astronomy tower, looking over the campus, humming to music on her muggle music box. Draco was irritated and decided to head to another spot in the castle.

It happened again the next night, lying on the same window's ledge with her legs up in the air against the frame. Hermione's foot bounced to the music with her eyes closed and her hair spilling over the edge. Draco wasn't sure if he was more annoyed or intrigued.

He couldn't help but stare at her. He'd never seen Hermione this way. She was relaxed, and in a moment, she thought she was alone. She was beautiful. Her eyes popped open, and she gaped at him as if she heard his thoughts.

"It's rude to stare, Malfoy."

"I'm not staring; I'm wondering why you're here." Draco's face in a sneer, "I usually hang out up here. Alone." He takes his pack of cigarettes out of his robes and lights one.

A face of disgust meets him, "That's gross. You smoke?"

"Yes, Granger. What else would I be doing up here?" Holding his hands out, he points at the mangled structure. 

Scoffing, Hermione's face twists, "I listen to music. I'm trying to get out of my head."

"It looks like you're in your head."

"Hmm, maybe you're right." Swinging her legs over the ledge, "So what are you hiding from, cool guy with the ciggie? This isn't exactly a fun place to be."

"Isn't it oblivious, Granger? I'm everyone's favorite Death Eater and Psycho supporter. I'm too popular for my good."

"Ah, that makes sense." Hopping down, heading towards him. "If I thought about it, you would be mine." Her eyebrows raised as a sneaky smile spread across her face. "But you don't have much competition." 

His laugh was snarky, "Thanks."

"See ya around, Malfoy."

His stomach twisted as he climbed the stairs to the tower the following evening. He wasn't sure what he wanted. Part of him wished for solace, but another wanted to see her. He thought of her mouth, sliding into an easy smile, saying he was her favorite. Those were words he never would have thought he'd hear come from her. Hermione's voice sounded sweet, ringing in his ears since last night, and now he wanted to hear more. 

"You're back. I hope you're not planning on smoking." 

Hermione's voice chimed in his head. Elation filled him. It was settled; seeing her was better than solitude any day. However, Draco decided to play it cool; aloof usually works with the ladies, making them come to you. Putting on a one-sided smile, he crossed his arms, "Why? Do you care about my lungs? My future health?"

Hermione laughed like this was hilarious. "I, um, no, I mean yes, I guess." She pursed her lips, seeming to think about his question more. Hopping off the ledge, she walks over towards him. "I was hoping you would be open to something."

Watching her lick her lips as she crossed the stone floor, Draco noticed that she looked different today. In the bright light of the Pink Moon, he scanned her frame; he couldn't grasp what it was. Her hair had the same frizzy waves, but her heart-shaped face... His thoughts stalled, trying to find the word. Maybe he hadn't allowed himself to look at her before; anger, bigotry, and jealousy blinded him. She was exquisite in the twilight, but that word seemed insufficient. 

Stepping closer, her eyes looked him up and down. She radiated mysticism, and her magic flowed from her. Wisps and tendrils of her power found their way around his neck and limbs, invisibly pulling him towards her. Indeed, he was imagining that, right?

Clearing his throat, trying to calm his sudden rush of nerves. "What is that, Granger?" His impassive demeanor was convincing; otherwise, she would surely have run away if she knew the speed at which his heart raced. 

Her brown eyes traveled his body, then bounced back to his face, and he swears they linger on his mouth. Draco licked them nervously, hoping he wouldn't leave any crumbs behind from his biscuit at dinner.

Hermione's teeth land on her bottom lip, and he has a compulsion to drag his tongue up her neck. He envisioned wrapping her hair around his fist, pulling her head back, stretching her neck long, and biting her sensitive skin. Images of swollen spots on her wrists and inner thighs float in his head. In his six-plus years of wanking, he's never thought of wrists. 

Standing so close to her now, she nervously nibbles on the inside of her cheek. "I um," she's now fidgeting with the fingers, "I find myself newly single and was wondering.."

"You're single?" He barked, not of his own accord. Embarrassed with his impulsivity, he backpedaled. "You finally got rid of the Weasel. Good for you." He took in a deep breath, hoping to calm his nervous system. Amped pulses coursed through his body, making him want to jump off the tower. He was going mad, his body was going haywire, and a witch was staring at him with eyes on fire. Surely, she can sense the disaster going on inside of him.

Hermione wiped her forehead and slid the same hand across her neck, wiping sweat away. It was chilly, and she was sweating. Moving her hair off her neck, he caught a wif of something sweet like honey but brighter, warmer. 

"Um, yes." She says as her eyes meet his. "I couldn't see myself with him anymore." 

Draco cleared his throat, trying to remove her magic's hold on his vocal cords. "You outgrew him." He didn't sound like himself; his voice was now deeper and radiated from his chest rather than his throat. Hermione shivered; maybe she was cold after all?

She bit her lip again; he could tell she was nervous. Suddenly, he was tuned into her every movement: nervous biting, hands wringing together, her right foot on its toes as she slightly twisted her hips. "Maybe," she squeaked. "I woke up this morning and had no interest in him. Like we never were together."

In a magic stranglehold, Draco fought for air. The warm tendrils were encasing him, and if he weren't so damn nervous and scared, it might feel euphoric. However, he has never heard of such a thing, and to have this experience with Hermione fucking Granger was mortifying. Shame ran through his veins, making him cold, while all of the blood in his body moved to his groin. His cock was a traitor, happily taking in Hermione's magical heat. Twitching in his pants sent another crash of anxiety through him. 

"So I was going to ask you if I could convince my favorite Death Eater to snog for a bit?"

Choking on her words, he sputtered, "Snog? You?" They exploded from his mouth in a much harsher tone than he wanted. He was asking in disbelief, but her dejected expression demonstrated that was not how it was received. 

Hermione's face went to stone, but her hand defensively lay over her heart, like he stabbed her there. "Yes, I'm not a nun, Malfoy." Stepping back, her voice quaked,  "No worries, you aren't interested. I'll be going." Turning on her heel, she made for a quick exit.

"Stop!" He boomed from his lungs, finally taking in a fresh lung full of air. 

She froze mid-step like a child would playing freeze tag, stuck in her exact position while hurrying away. Draco blinked at her in complete disbelief. 

Hermione made the tiniest yip, and he could feel her panic. Her magic was back, making him feel the imminent danger she was experiencing. "You're ok. Can you come back and talk to me, please?" Hermione's body visibly relaxed, and he returned to the warmth of her aura. 

"I don't know what's happening, but I can feel you." Hermione whispers. "I'm on fire, and you are covering me in cool waves. You are everywhere." Pain swept across her face, "You don't want me. I need to go." Instant tears pooled in her eyes, her hands self-consciously covering her face. 

Draco's hands reached out on their own, taking her face in his hands. They suddenly felt huge, and she seemed to have shrunk. She was always larger than life, but at this moment, she was delicate, needing protection. His protection. What an odd concept. The boy who harmed her repeatedly since he stepped foot on the train. That Draco Malfoy was gone. He wasn't sure who he was, but this woman weeping in his hands was his world. 

He kissed away her tears and found the more he did, the better he could breathe. Her warmth returned to him, but less violent than before. Like it knew she was safe now. "I'm sorry, Hermione. I am as confused as you, but your magic has literally been choking me since I arrived."  She stiffened under his hands, and he shushed her, calming her. "No love, in a good way. Maybe your magic needed to be extra firm with my stubbornness."

"I want to do so much more than Snog you, Hermione. The more I touch you, the better I feel. I am wrapped in you without you touching me, and it is fucking amazing." His forehead fell to hers as he let her magic pull them closer. His cock was hard and pulsed with his racing heart. 

The softest sigh left her mouth, "I want your mouth everywhere. I dreamt of your teeth on my neck, and it felt like forever was handed to me, and it was beautiful."

A low, long growl leaves his chest, rumbling his body. "That is all I can think about. Why do I want to bite you?" His mouth twisted, grazing her lips as they moved, "I don't want to hurt you, Hermione. I will do anything but that." 

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"Draco Malfoy! What are you doing up here at this hour?" Professor Circe Ballio yelled from the stairwell.

Draco nervously looked over his shoulder at the meddling Professor. "Fuck, why? Things were getting so good." He whimpered into Hermione's hair. He quickly removed his hand from under her skirt and did a fast scourgify since she was dripping down her legs. Dragging his other hand over her chest, her buttons refastened themselves, and she whined slightly at the restriction. Looking down, he noticed that her shirt barely fit. 

"I don't want to stop Draco." She cooed at his neck.

"I know love, but we have company. Absolutely unwanted company. Be a love and let go of my cock, please." Hermione did not look pleased but did as she was told and carefully closed his trousers with a circular swiping motion. "Good girl," he said, kissing her forehead before turning around.

Wiping his hands down his front, he tried to clean himself up. "Hello Professor. How are you this fine evening?" His smile was huge, and he couldn't remove it if he tried.

Professor Ballio was not impressed with Draco's charm; her lips curled at the sight of him. "Who do you have with you, Mr. Malfoy?"

It was times like these that he hated apparating was warded on campus; it would have made this debacle much better. Her could be back to pleasing his witch. His mind spun as he tried to make up a believable lie, but Hermione stepped to the side, addressing the Professor.

"It's me, Professor. I'm sorry we are out late, Draco was being an excellent friend. You see, Ron and I broke up this morning, and he found me up here. I was a bit of a mess." Hermione stepped forward, and the Professor seemed to be accepting Hermione's excuse. That was until Hermione's face fully appeared in the beautiful moonlight. She was glowing like an ethereal angel, and her eyes were on fire. 

Professor Ballio stuttered in bewilderment. "My Hermione, breakups look really good on you." She shook her head and cleared her throat. "Um, please follow me to the Headmistress's chambers?"

"Oh no, we're sorry. I didn't want to get Draco in trouble keeping him here late. Please let him.."

Draco cut off Hermione; he would not let his witch protect him. "Hermione, it is ok. I am the one to blame. I should have made you return to your chambers." He took her hand, and a strong wave of her magic collided with his body. The pulse went straight to his cock, and he groaned in its discomfort.

Professor Ballio seemed lost, staring at the couple in front of her. Shaking her head again, she returned to her senses. "How chivalrous of you both. However, your presence is required in Headmistress McGonagall's chambers."

"You are lucky you are already dead, Albus, because I would make sure your death would be a horrible one." Headmistress Minerva McGonagall yelled at the portrait on the eastern wall of her office. "We said we would retire before this shit happened again, and you didn't remind me." The old witch put her face in her wrinkled hands. 

Draco and Hermione sat in the wingback chairs opposite the Headmistress, at a loss for words. Holding hands tightly, they watched in horror as McGonagall nearly cried. They looked at each other, shrugging. Surely, their snogging wasn't that big of an abomination. If anyone were going to be in tears, it would be Draco's father, Lucius. He was the one who was determined to keep the Malfoy bloodline pure. In contrast, Draco doesn't care if Hermione is human; she is his witch regardless.

Draco caressed Hermione's arm, soothing her nervousness while the Headmistress had a small breakdown. Petting her hand, he slid his fingers softly along her silky skin up to her shoulder. Each pass calmed him as well, and he thought he could do this forever—pet his princess.

"Mr. Malfoy, please stop petting Ms. Granger while you are in my chambers." McGonagall's tone was harsh, and her blue eyes cut them off at the neck. "I know you have a lot of.." She stopped trying to find her words, "feelings right now, but we need boundaries. You are going to have to control yourselves."

A laugh came from the wall, "Minnie, you're being a bit harsh, don't you think?"

"You can go to hell, Albus." Standing from her chair, she shook her head and laughed. It was a crazy laugh of a witch about to lose her mind. "Can you believe it was these two first? If I had remembered, my money would have been on Potter."

"Nah, if there's ever anything special going on magically, a Malfoy is always involved." Albus chuckled.

"What does that mean?" Draco wasn't sure if he should be offended or not.

McGonagall took a hard breath and placed both hands on the desk, leaning over them. "Hermione, as your guardian, I must be sure you want this. Did you choose Draco Malfoy? You know how that sounds and how it will be received."

Hermione's face went blank, and she looked up at the ceiling, thinking, "I guess I did. It wasn't a conscious decision; I did what I was being led to do."

Nodding her head, the old witch looked at Draco, "Has your father ever told you about the Magical Moon cycle?"

Draco's face scrunched, "No, I only know what you teach here. It's the twenty-year cycle of the moon. What does that have to do with anything?"

Throwing her hands in the air, she said, "Only everything! Of course, he didn't; why would a father talk to his son about something that would likely affect him in the future? You sacreds are so tight-lipped."

"I beg your pardon?" Draco was offended. "Are you calling us prudes?"

"Ha, I guess I am Mr. Malfoy. If you two want to stay together, you're in for an uphill battle.' She waved them away, "You can go to your dorms now."

"Oh no, I'm never leaving Hermione's side ever again; she needs my protection," Draco commanded.

"Holding her hands up, I know you are both adults, but I can't allow you two to cohabitate until your parents approve, Mr. Malfoy. So until then, get your rear to the dungeons."

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"Holy shit! Have you seen?" Daphne Greengrass is leaning over the Slytherin table, talking to Pansy, Theo, and Blaise. "Draco looks fit this morning. I mean, really fit." She said the second part very slowly, with her hands in front of her chest, showing muscles. 

"What do you mean?" Theo jealously asked. He looked normal last night when he got in, around one or so.

Daphne shrugged, "He seems taller and much broader, and I swear his eyes are a brighter blue."

Pansy looked hard at Daphne, "Have you gone mad?"

"Well fuck me! Draco isn't the only one who woke up different this morning." Blaise said, nearly climbing onto the table to get a better look. 

Theo soon followed his gaze, his jaw on the table. "She is beyond well fit. Fuck, what did they eat for dinner?"

The Great Hall went silent, and every student and faculty member stared at the couple standing dangerously close together. Their height difference was the first noticeable change. Draco now stands a good foot taller than Hermione. The next transformation was that they were both incredibly fit. The day before, Hermione's body was on the thinner side with more of a straight, lean shape, and she is now a voluptuous hourglass with full breasts. Draco's shoulders and chest were much larger than his previous long and thin frame. The radiated sex and their auras demanded everyone's attention.

"What the fuck?" Pansy's voice rang out in the silence of the hall. "Even her hair is different. It's perfectly smooth and shiny. Did she trap him? Was there a lab accident we didn't hear about?" But no one was responding to her.

Theo and Blaise were standing, and it seemed like they were sniffing the air. Pansy swore she smelled something cool and clean, like cedar or sandalwood.

Hermione waved to her friends at the Gryffindor table and followed, holding Draco's arm and pressing it along her chest. 

"Godric, I have never wanted to be an arm as badly as I do at this moment in my life." Neville Longbottom drooled onto the table. "Hermione looks stunning."

"Stunning? She's a fucking Playboy Bunny!" Ginny yelled. "What potion did she take, and why didn't she share?"

"Gods, look at Malfoy's ass," Luna says in her breathy way. "That is a nice addition; he was too thin before. But he had a bad couple of years there. Good for him."

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" Ron yelled. Pointing at the couple sitting together at the end of the Hufflepuff table. Hermione was eating sausage and feeding Draco in between bites as he was too preoccupied with kissing the length of her arm. "That's my fucking girlfriend he's kissing."

"Not anymore, mate," Neville says in a deep growl. "She smells like honeysuckle in the summer. I can fucking smell her. Can you?" Neville lifts his chin to Harry, who appears paralyzed, gawking at one of his best friends draped over Draco Malfoy.

"He smells good too. Like a man who just swam with icebergs." Ginny laughs. 

"What the fuck does that even mean? Ron scoffed but then turned his head and took a long sniff. "I smell her too. It's different now. She used to smell like lavender. Did he do something to her?"

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"Hey, Hot Lips," Hermione whispered in Draco's ear. "You need to stop licking my wrist."

Draco's blue eyes caught hers, taking her breath away. They were piercing now, and their intensity skewered her. "Why? I don't want to stop, Mon Cheri."

She closed her eyes tight as he placed gentle pressure on the newly formed bulge on her carpal tunnel ligament. Her head instinctively fell back, mouth open, and she almost lost herself until several loud bangs happened at the Ravenclaw table. Murmurs of their sexual display spread along the tables. 

"Merlin, maybe they'll have sex in front of everyone if we stay quiet. Don't scare them." Theo softly spoke, but it still echoed across the expansive room. 

"Draco." Hermione harshly whispered. "Please stop, everyone is staring at us."

Looking up, eyes are watching from all directions. Draco shook his head and said, "No, they're staring at you. You are a vision."

"No, Hot Lips, they're looking at you too!" Said a particularly cheeky second-year Hufflepuff. 

Anxiety was seeping into Hermione's gut, twisting at her sensitive stomach. Her desperate eyes caught Ginny's, whose eyes were large saucers. Giving her a nervous look, Ginny instinctively knew her friend needed her. 

"Ah! Ginevra, my favorite Weasley, how are you today?" Draco asked in a cheery tone, and Ginny looked at him as if he had twelve ears. 

"Um, hello, Ferret, but that name doesn't quite fit anymore." She gave them both a stern look. "What did you two get into? This smells like something a sneaky ass Slytherin would con caught."

"I smell?" Hermione asked in a nervous yip.

"Oh yeah, you do. The guys are practically drooling, but it isn't just your smell." Draco growled and pulled his witch closer in response to Ginny's comment. "Hermione, you have boobs today; they were an A-cup yesterday, and now you're fucking Carmen Electra. What the hell is going on?"

"Ooh, I like her, that witch-turned-muggle actress that runs on the beach." Draco says into Hermione's hair, "But not nearly as much as I like you."

"I don't know, Ginny. Supposedly, there's something about the full moon and the Magical schedule. We have a meeting with the Headmistress and," She pulls her hair out of her face nervously, "and Draco's parents later today to discuss it."

"Shit, that can't be good. Do you need my mom? I'm sure McGonagall's got your back, but toe head's parents are a lot to deal with."

"Excuse me? Your mother is bloody insane, and you, my dear red-headed friend of my loves, are a shining example of the apple not falling far from the tree." Draco barked.

Ginny's eyes opened wide in shock, "Your love? You love Hermione?"

Draco spoke with conviction, "With every cell in my body and every Joule of my magic."

Hermione took in his magnificent blue eyes again and sighed, "I love you too, Draco."

"Holy fucking shit!" Ginny cackled. "This is unbelievable."

"Hey, Ginger Weasley Girl! Stop distracting them. You're ruining the show!" Theo hollered from the next table and threw a roll at her. Ginny, not one to be bullied by a boy, flicked her fingers, and the roll caught on fire, hurling itself back at Theo. Ducking quickly, his dark curls almost ignited from the hair elixirs he uses and the close contact with an open flame. "That was hot. Pun intended."

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"Merlin Draco, I am not asking you again; stop kissing the Granger girl!" Lucius's face grimaced as another magical bolt of electricity coursed through him. Emotion control was just another form of torture for the prisoners of Azkaban. Life for the prisoners, outside of being tormented by dementors, consisted of living in colorless, monotonous boredom. They were not allowed to feel emotion beyond a slight bit above dull. Hermione could tell his son smooching her arm while they sat in front of the floo in the Headmistress's office was making Lucius insane. He had already been zapped a dozen times in the few minutes they'd been connected.

Draco sat straight in his chair, looking more annoyed than apologetic, "Sorry, Father." His hand absentmindedly stroked Hermione's wrist as they listened to Headmistress McGonagall update Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy on Draco and Hermione's new development, for lack of a better phrase.

Lucius's face was stone, and Hermione wished she could practice legitimacy through the floo. The tired-looking patriarch was wrestling with something, and the cringing facial expressions prove he is worked up about this.

Narcissa broke the silence, "It's been twenty years. Already? It's so unfair that war stole time from them."

McGonagall nodded in agreement, "The students seem to be moving on in life. There are things to work through, but these two don't seem bothered. Maybe it's a blessing?"

"Like hell it is!" Lucius bellows, and his head is promptly jolted back. "Gods." He wipes his sweating face, "I will not allow this. Draco is already betrothed to Astoria Greengrass."

Hermione feels a monster grow in her gut, and it rumbles at the sound of another woman's name. The room stills and Narcissa's eyes widen as Draco appears pleased. 

Lucius scowls, "She can growl all she wants. What's done is done." His face, reflected in the smoke above the fire, is broken by a nasty curse Hermione hurled in a split second. She was on her feet, charging at the apparition. 

"Feisty beast." Lucius taunts as Draco wrestles his love back to the sofa but then lets go as Draco charges him. Quickly, the Headmistress captures them both in binds, tying them to their seat. Their fingers instinctively wiggle toward the others. 

McGonagall shakes her head in disgust, "As much as I hate that we are having to go through another cycle, I think it is best we go along with this. They are going to fight you every step of the way."

"My son will not bond with the mudblood poster child." Another zap flashed across his face, and Draco fought against the bindings. "That is final."

"I hoped you would remember your experience and would choose differently, Lucius. As Hermione's guardian, I approve of their bonding, but I realize they must wait until school is finished if you do not approve. I can only do so much to keep them apart in the meantime. If they can make it until then without being stolen, that is."

"No!" Hermione whined.

"Father, why?"

Narcissa looked on in tears, "Lucius, really, is this necessary? I knew you had an idea of the future, but I did too, and it didn't involve losing both of you."

"My mind is made up." Lucius's eyes were cold and distant. 

"Fine, I'm disappointed in you, Lucius. You would think a man who has lost everything would be willing to drop his familial pride. Draco, please escort your mother to the lobby. Hermione, wait by my door; we have things to discuss. Lucius, you and I need to have a private chat." Headmistress McGonagall adjusted her hat, and Hermione thought she looked like a witch she would not want to mess with. 

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“What’s going on, Chief? What’s the emergency?” Charlie Weasley joins the group in the faculty lounge. This was his first year teaching at Hogwarts. So far, he has been enjoying being the Care of Magical Creatures professor after Hagrid left to be with Madam Maxime. It wasn’t as exciting as dragons, but he didn’t get burned and bitten daily.

The Headmistress groaned, “Don’t call me that, Mr. Weasley.” She flicked her wand, and his feet were thrown off the table. “Thank you all for joining me this morning. We have a situation that will make the remaining three months of the school year..” McGonagall paused, looking for the right word, “Hell, it’s going to be absolutely horrible.”

Over the next twenty minutes, Headmistress McGonagall updated the staff on the new developments from the night before. “You’ve got to be shitting me?” Charlie squawked, “Hermione? Little innocent Hermione and that creep Malfoy?”

“Yes, I know, shocking that the good girl would fall for the bad boy.” Minerva rolled her eyes at the annoying redhead. Charlie knew he irritated his boss, and he secretly found it thrilling.

Professor Flitwick adjusted his tie and raised his hand, “Ma’am, they have already transitioned, and it is becoming a nuisance. Ms. Granger is distracting the other students.”

“What is she doing?” Minerva said while making the faculty rounding schedule. 

“Well, I suppose nothing. But her presence is distracting the wizards. I had to restrain Mr. Malfoy after he tried to attack Longbottom and Finnegan. According to him, they were thinking impure thoughts about his witch.” Scratching his head, “I know their powers will intensify, but can they read minds too?”

“No, they can’t read minds, Filius.” She made a stern face at the small professor. “What do you all suggest we do?” The staff started shouting out ideas, and they were all terrible.

“Can we glamour her or put up a shield so the wizards aren’t tempted?”

“Oh, we could change her classes around so she’s with witches only or private classes?”

“Polyjuice would work?”

“Baggier uniform? Cover her from neck to feet?”

The Headmistress stands from her chair at the head of the table. “This is what the best minds in the wizarding world come up with? As her guardian, I will not allow her to be punished in any way because the male students can’t control themselves. Her uniform is appropriate, and she will not be altered in any way. Is that understood?”

“We have two priorities for the remainder of the school year. One, keep all of the students alive. It is unfortunate, but the last cycle ended with murder. Let’s not have a repeat occurrence. This is very serious, and we have full hands with this crew. Not only do we have two years of students who can possibly be affected in this cycle, but this group is dangerous. The last time, they were kids, never seeing true dark magic and death. These students fought in a war alongside many of us here. They are trained in warfare and are lethal.” Minerva looked around the room at her ragtag group of professors; several were brand new. “This leads me to our second priority. We will do whatever we can to keep Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger together.”

“But Headmistress?” Several of the professors interjected.

“This is not up for debate. The more things shift against the will of the magic, the more deadly this process will be. Unfortunately, Lucius Malfoy is not in agreement, so we are already on the defense.”

The Headmistress storms out of the meeting, and the rest of the faculty hang around, acting like they are all busy. Professor Trelawney heads to the door and peaks her head out, looking both ways. “Ok, she’s gone.” She whispers.

“All bets are open.” Professor Hooch conjures a betting grid.

“Are we doing odds? Malfoy and Granger lasting until the end of June?” Flitwick asks with several galleons in his tiny hand.

Charlie can’t believe his eyes. “No, we can’t. McGonagall was insistent we shield them.”

“Look at the newbie caring. It’s cute.” Horace Slughorn chuckled. 

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Come in!” Charlie responds to the knock on his classroom door. 

Ron stumbles in drunk at four in the afternoon. “Charlie Barley, I need your help.” Ron sings, “I seem to have lost my girl, and I need you to fetch her.”

“Merlin, you are a mess. Please tell me you didn’t call home. Mum will be a mess if she sees you like this.” Charlie said while ushering the drunken Weasley to the sofa in front of the floo.

Ron hiccupped, “Oops, too late. Mum loves to fix my problems. It’s her hobby.”

“Sure it is.” Charlie shakes his head. 

Ron slaps Charlie’s hand away from the bottle hidden in his robes, “Hey! That’s mine. I paid for it and everything.”

Charlie sat on the coffee table across from his brother. The wizard he barely knows, having been gone most of his life, even though he bears the closest resemblance to him over all of the other Weasleys. “I’m sorry, mate, I heard about Hermione. That’s rough.”

“Rough? It’s torture. We had a great night, had some fun in the broom cupboard, proper snog, I’d say, and the next morning, she said we were done. She doesn’t feel the same. Twenty-four hours later, she’s a damn supermodel and practically shagging Malfoy in the Great Hall. It’s fucking mental.” Ron tosses the lid to the fire whiskey on the table and takes a healthy swig.

“I think you’ve had enough of that for today. You will be passed out by dinner.” Charlie thinks momentarily, “Maybe that is a good thing.”

“I need her back, Charlie; she’s my world. I don’t know how to live without her. She’s all I know.” Drunken tears started to fall over the younger Weasleys cheeks.

Charlie grimaced, unsure how to respond, so he awkwardly patted him on the shoulder. “That might not be a good thing, only knowing one lady. There are thousands of witches out there looking to hook up with the Weasley War Hero.”

“I don’t care. Help me get Hermione back, Charlie. What do I do?”

“I don’t know if we can. It’s bigger magic at play. We can’t control it.” Charlie sat next to his brother and took the bottle. After tipping it back for a swallow, “Hmm, maybe we can work with it.”

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"Oh fuck, that feels so good." Blaise is moaning into Pansy's shoulder. The two have been fuck buddies for a few years but mutually agreed they would never make a good match. "Yes, keep doing that. Oh gods, I'm going to cum. Are you going to cum?"

"You aren't allowed to cum until I give permission, and I am still waiting on an answer to my proposition." Pansy gyrated her hips faster, knowing he'd struggle to control himself. "Answer me, Blaise, do we have an alliance?"

"Fuck," he groaned, pushing his tongue into his cheek as he watched her breasts bounce in his face. How was he supposed to make a sound decision with tits in his face? "What is it you want me to do specifically?" Blaise was impressed he was able to form a whole sentence as Pansy took his cock into the hilt, making him see stars.

"I want you to distract that wretched Granger whore so I can rescue our dear friend Draco." 

"Is that code for you wanting to fuck Draco? Why don't you just go after him yourself? You don't need me." 

Pansy snarled, "I can't get anywhere near him. Granger nearly took my head off in potions today. She had the nerve to call me a hoe and threatened to return my nose to its original form permanently."

"What a heathen!" Blaise rammed his cock in Pansy, making her go cross-eyed. "In all seriousness, are you planning a one-time fling or to steal him forever? It doesn't look like Draco wants to be stolen."

Pansy was clever; she saw where this conversation was going. "Just a one-time thing since he's fucking ripped and all. One last ride before we're finished with school. Fuck yes, keep doing that!" Her walls clenched around Blaise's swollen cock, and he lost all control and in that moment, he would agree to anything. He was a goner. 

~~~

"Ms. Granger, I have moved your tutoring sessions to the desk closest to mine." Ms. Pince, the Hogwarts Librarian, said while looking over her glasses. "You will have more space here, and I can better manage your busy schedule.

"My what?" Hermione asked, confused. Except for the weeks leading up to NEWTS and OWLS, she usually had one or two students sign up for tutoring. 

Ms. Pince leans over and pushes a long piece of parchment forward. "I think you'll want to limit your availability going forward, dear." She looks over Hermione's new figure, "You've become quite—popular."

Looking over the schedule, Hermione was booked for every time slot for the remainder of the week. "Godric, this is madness! I can't do this; I'll never have time to get my own work done." Hermione scoffs at the list. "Since when does Seamus care about potions? That is a lost cause."

"I may be overreaching, Hermione, but I have come to know you more than any other student in my career." She gently placed her hand on top of Hermione's. "You are in an odd situation, not that you're a stranger to that." Pointing a finger at some of the names on the list, "Some of these students may not have academics as a priority." Her finger lingered on one name, "That one in particular. You know I hear all sorts of things; students often forget I'm here, but I hear every conversation, Hermione."

"I appreciate your guidance, Ms. Pince." Hermione prepared herself for an afternoon and evening of tutoring.

Two hours and four students later, Hermione is already exhausted. It has never occurred to her how tiring it is to be in such close proximity, constantly adjusting herself, avoiding longing stares and the irksome sniffs each student kept doing. Initially, she wondered if she smelled bad, but determined it must be good if they kept doing it and inching closer. 

"Please stop doing that," Hermione said dryly.

Running his hand through his dark hair, Theo looked at Hermione in shock. "What? I wasn't doing anything."

"You are a terrible liar, Theo. Why are you here? You are only a few points away from ousting me from being top student." 

Feigning offense, Theo looked aghast. "No, I am struggling with advanced potions. It is my worst subject."

Hermione pursed her lips as Theo sucked in another deep whiff of her scent. He mumbled something about honey cake and tea. "That's it, you need to go."

It was her last appointment, and Hermione was equally thrilled that the day was almost over, but she dreaded the human on her list. Zacharias Smith has never done anything to make Hermione dislike him, but it was a feeling she could not shake. In fact, it appeared to have intensified. He was relentless in all pursuits, making him a strong student and a formidable Chaser on the Hufflepuff Quidditch team. However, that trait was unwelcome today as a tutee. Hermione scooted her seat over a few inches, and he followed; eventually, she felt the gentle swoosh of a charm settle in, then realized she could no longer move her seat. He trapped her. Ms. Pince had wandered off, and Hermione was alone with this creep. 

"Zacharias, I will blast your balls off if you touch me again," Hermione warned. 

His honey-brown hair landed in his eyes, and he casually pushed it back with his left hand while he stretched his right behind Hermione, pulling her torso closer. "Hermione, why are you fighting our chemistry? I know you want me. You're practically throwing yourself at me."

Zacharias's body flew across the library, slamming into a display of manuscripts on Spring Equinox Magic. Draco burst into the library, ready to kill, as Hermione rose calmly. 

"What the fuck are you doing, Smith?" Draco raged in the Hufflepuff's face, but Zacharias was knocked out, limp in Draco's grip. 

Hermione took Draco's arm, gently bringing him to the desk. "It's ok, baby. I took care of it. Nothing happened."

"Draco Malfoy! What have you done?" Ms. Pince shouts, retrieving his wand without a word. 

~~~

"That's three assaults in one day, Mr. Malfoy!" Headmistress McGonagall fumed.

"No, it was only two. I was the one who knocked Zacharias out." Hermione admitted while holding onto Draco's arm. 

"Fine, but two is still too many. This is a warning, back off, or you will lose your wand. Both of you." Minerva wiped her brow. These kids were going to be the death of her. She looked at Severus's portrait, and he rolled his eyes at her. In her 64 years, she has never wanted to flip someone off as badly as she does right now. "Dammit, Mr. Malfoy, get your mouth off of Hermione while you are in my chambers!"

Draco involuntarily jerked upright in his chair, hands in his lap. "I'm sorry, Professor. It's like I have no control at all. I feel the world is upside down unless I touch her."

The headmistress's hand rubs her temples to relieve her tension headache. Gods, she did not want to be here right now. "I know, Draco. It isn't entirely your fault. You two shouldn't be here right now. You were meant to be out in the world living your lives, and this blessing would happen and would only mark wonderful things for you both. Unfortunately, the cycle's rhythm was pushed off-kilter, and it will take a lot of work to get it back. I'm not even sure if it's possible." 

The pair looked back at her with huge eyes and hands intertwined. Minerva heard Severus snicker behind her. Whipping around, she shot a fireball at his head, "Not a peep out of you; this is partially your fault."

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The closer the time marched towards May's Flower Moon, the more students transformed. Several witches had grown curves similar to Hermione's, and their skin glowed and hair shined. Height and heft were the most significant changes among the wizards. Neville Longbottom stood taller than Draco, who was likely two hundred centimeters. It was good that Hogwarts had tall ceilings, as these wizards would scrap their heads on the flagstone. 

"Mr. Malfoy, get to your class!" Professor Ballio yelled as she demonstrated a complex transfiguration requiring a flame to morph a jade solar amulet into a moonstone. "Class, what properties does this provide the wearer?" Before any students can answer, Draco is peeking into the Advanced Transfiguration classroom again. His blue eyes darted from Theo to Neville, looking like he wanted to tear open their throats.

"Excuse me, Professor Ballio. May I be excused?" Hermione politely asks. 

"Not a chance." Circe was vexed she had to add babysitting feral teenagers to her daily task list, and the mocha-skinned witch pinched her nose in frustration. "Since you raised your hand, please answer the question."

Hermione stuttered, and for the first time, Professor Ballio saw the prize student falter in class. "Um, Moonstone is for new life or rebirth, um, the jade.."

Pansy Parkinson raised her hand with a wicked smile. "The solar amulet is for protection and Divine Light, while the jade empowers emotions, particularly love."

Professor Ballio had to pick her jaw up off the floor. The Parkinson girl had never willingly answered a question. "Yes, that's very good, Ms. Parkinson."

The raven-haired vixen raises her hand again, "May I be excused, please?"

"Yes, you may." Circe shouts towards the door, "Merlin, Draco Malfoy, go to class! You are one warning away from losing your wand!"

"Thank you, professor. Don't worry, I'll make sure he's where he belongs." Pansy said as she gave Hermione a diabolical grin that was met with a vicious grumble. 

"Hermione Granger, please control yourself." The professor looked on as the formerly mousey girl bristled and growled at her classmate skipping down the hall with Draco following behind.

Blaise Zabini leaned forward, speaking into Hermione's perfectly smooth locks. "Don't worry, Hermione, I'll take care of you while he's away. Would you like that?"

Hermione whipped her head around and gave him a stern look. "I have enough fools looking at me at the moment; I'm all set," she said.

"No, I truly, I am offering protection. Draco is my mate. I don't want anything happening to his girl. He'd do the same for me." 

Theo scoffed, "Yeah, Hermione, me too. I'm his best mate, after all. I'll protect you, too."

Hermione snickered, "Please, Theo, your form of protection would be chaining me to your bed. After your tutoring session, I had to take two showers to get your smell out of my hair."

Theo bit his bottom lip and closed his eyes, "You think of me in the shower, Hermione? I think of you too, love. It's sublime."

Hermione rolled her eyes. "I appreciate your offer of protection. If I find out this is a bunch of bollocks, I will castrate both of you the muggle way."

"Are you three finished?" Professor Ballio stared in disbelief. "We're in bloody class, and you're openly discussing showering together."

"That's not... Um, I'm sorry." Hermione flushed with embarrassment. 

~~~

Pansy's fingers walked up Draco's long, muscular arm and grazed the hairline on the back of his neck. Tingling sensations curled down his lengthy back, relieving tension in his cramped muscles. "Whatever you are doing, don't stop," Draco moaned, dropping his head back against the settee. 

He barely remembers the walk back to the dungeons or how Pansy happened to straddle his lap. Her breasts were already a generous size and seemed to have grown since the last time he paid them any attention. The soft pillowiness pressed against his chest, pushing them under his chin. Draco recognized her designer perfume, but a new scent was present, something rich and sensuous. Possibly amber? Long languid movements in his lap released wafts of this intoxicating aroma with each slide along his hardening cock. Looking up from the tits in his face, Draco was struck with Pansy's beautiful face, and he immediately knew something was wrong. He does not have this type of reaction to Pansy. Fucking Pansy would be like screwing a scorpion; it could be fun but not worth the inevitable deadly sting. 

A deep moan fell out of his mouth as he was lulled further into a sexual coma by Pansy's gyrations and scent. "Oh, Pans, I think I need to go now." The words dreamily slid out of his mouth.

She breathed in his ear, "Please stay, Dray. You feel so good. I want you inside of me." Shifting her crotch back slightly, she took a firm grip on his engorged dick, making him shudder involuntarily. "That's a good boy, Dray. I feel good, don't I? You want to fuck me, and I'm going to let you." Hot amber and her arousal enveloped Draco, and he was lost. "I'll let you bite me too. I know you want to do that, dying to, yeah?"

Images of the grape-sized lump on Hermione's neck drifted through his thoughts. He could envision how it would feel in his mouth as he broke the skin, followed by a satisfying pop. The notion woke his inner animal, and he became ravenous, groping Pansy's body. "Fuck, I like it when you get rough, Dray. Let's go to my chambers." As Pansy rose from Draco's lap, a blast of light grazed his chest.

"What the fuck!" Pansy screamed as she was hit with a leg locker curse, falling onto her face on the floor. "Blaise, you weren't supposed to bring her here. I swear you can't do anything right."

In a flash, Hermione was standing above her; wand pointed directly at the slut's nose. "What did I fucking tell you?"

"You're a cunt!" Pansy retorted. 

"Definitely, and you're going back to having the classic witch hook nose bitch! Be sure to thank mummy and daddy for their horrible pureblood genes." A blue ball of light crashed into Pansy's face, causing it to swell and turn a nasty shade of purple. "Don't fucking touch him! Draco is mine, do you understand?" 

Pansy lay on the floor, holding her face and sobbing. "Fucking answer me!" Hermione bellowed and kicked the girl in the side. Theo and Blaise wrestled to get the enraged witch off of their friend.

"Hold onto her legs!" Blaise yelled.

Theo was kicked in the leg, and the side said, "Oaf, not a chance, mate." 

Hermione's screams snapped Draco out of whatever spell he had been under, and he threw a double Expulso Curse, crashing his friends into the wall. The stone cracked and crumbled around them. Rushing to collect his love off of the floor, Draco brushed dust and debris from Hermione's face and hair.

"Are you ok?" He held her face in his hands.

Tears pooled in her eyes. "I was almost too late, Draco. She almost took you from me." Draco kissed her tears as they fell and mumbled apologies for not being careful.

"Petrificus Totalus!" Professor Slughorn commanded, freezing Hermione and Draco together in their embrace.

~~~

Headmistress McGonagall paced her chambers while Draco and Hermione stood, holding onto each other in panic. "You two are making things difficult. I have no choice; I must collect your wands. If you can behave, I will return them in time for the next full moon. You will need it then, I'm afraid." She gave them each a hard stare. "What were you thinking, Hermione? How do you think Mr. and Mrs. Parkinson will react to their daughter's disfigurement?"

Hermione squeezed Draco's hand hard, "Well, I wanted to kill her, so this was considerably better, I believe."

"Where's your brain, child? You were intelligent a month ago." The Headmistress pursed her lips at Draco. "You supposedly have one of the most proper pedigrees and upbringing in Wizarding England."

"I assure you I do, Headmistress." 

"Well, act like it. You're stalking the halls like a troglodyte. I know you're a direct descendent, but you don't need to carry on like one." Minerva takes their hands in hers, "How am I supposed to convince Lucius this is a good thing," She puts their wrists together, "when you're acting like crazed lunatics?"

After their wands were collected and apologies were shared, the three discussed a new plan for their safety. 

"Nope, absolutely not. I can't trust that wizard—he hates me. He'll do whatever he can to take her." Draco pleaded with Minerva. "I have no one on my side here, the downside of Slytherins."

Hermione gently touched the side of Draco's face, quieting him. "It's the best option. Harry would never hurt me."

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"Quickly! Let's settle out the first round." Madam Hooch reviews the betting grid. "Seriously, Sybill, you thought the Lovegood girl was going to be the first to try to steal Draco?" The flying instructor chuckled and joked about her being a terrible seer. "Okay, the big payout goes to Aurora. Good for you."

Groans and curses are mumbled in the faculty lounge. The Astronomy professor waves her hand in the air as she takes a bow. "I saw it coming. Parkinson is the most aggressive of the ladies."

Charlie laughed, "Right, but that doesn't mean she's the most ruthless. I have never been happier that my sister is underage. My family will be spared the dramatics."

"Oh ho!" Slughorn said, "That's not how it works, Charles. She is a seventh-year, after all. We have theories, but nothing is set in stone. Just like how we believe who the moon cycle affects is genetic. Lucius started the last cycle, and Draco followed in his footsteps perfectly, but who knows why Ms. Granger was called upon."

"So, who else is a legacy? This information should have been disclosed at the beginning, Horace. Could this be considered insider trading?" Filius twisted his frame to look at Rolanda, "He shouldn't be allowed in the pool." 

Minerva's loud footsteps echo in the corridor, and with a quick clap, all signs of gambling have vanished. "The full moon is in three days, so place your bets before you leave," Rolanda whispers.

"The next round is Potter. I can feel it in my bones." Madam Ponfry whispers as she tosses her wager to Rolanda.

Barreling through the double doors, the Headmistress is once again cranky. "Okay, let's get this going. We are in the danger zone and must be vigilant these next few nights. Let's be ready for anything."

"Is it true you've taken away the lovebird's wands? That's what the rumor mill is spouting." Charlie asks in a chuckle. "Also, Hermione nearly cut Pansy Parkinson's head off. Is that true, too?" 

Minerva holds her hands up before her chest and closes her eyes. Mumbling under her breath, "Merlin, please take me. I don't think I can handle much more of this." Opening her eyes, she's disappointed her prayer wasn't granted. "Yes to the wands, no to the decapitation."

Horace giggled heartily, "She will never be the same, though. I would not want to cross Hermione these days." The potions professor holds his thumb and pointer finger over his nose, demonstrating the Slytherin student's new old beak.

"Horace!" McGonagall chides. "I expect better of you," pausing, her face puckers, "but I don't know why."

Minerva hands out the updated surveillance schedule, "Since they are wandless, I have made arrangements for their protection. Harry Potter will guard Hermione Granger, and Ginny Weasley will patrol Draco Malfoy. They will move the day after next."

"I beg your pardon. My sister is doing what?"

"She will be an honorary Slytherin until they can act appropriately or the school year ends. Your parents agreed to it."

Charlie is floored, "That–that's inappropriate! Poor little Ginny, she is going lose her Gobstones." 

The Headmistress's lips curled, biting back a laugh, "Yes, she was devastated."

~~~

Hermione dragged Ginny's trunk across the room, "This is so much harder. I can't believe I ever did this by hand before." She dropped the trunk with a loud thunk in the common room. "I'm sorry you are having to do this, Ginny." Hermione took Ginny's arm, "We appreciate everything you are doing, and I promise I will do my best to be well-behaved so you can come back."

Ginny gives her friend a half smile, "You have been uncharacteristically aggressive, and that's saying a lot. You've always had a touch of crazy, but I guess it's full-on now. Anyway, it isn't a big deal. I've always wanted to go down there. It must be posh if all of the snobs in school live there. And, there may be a wizard or two I wouldn't mind bumping into when they leave the shower."

"Ginevra Weasley, you minx."

The redhead scoffed, "Like you should talk. Draco is bathing you like a cat in front of the school, and you sit there with a demure smile. Like it's totally normal to have a beautiful albino hanging on you."

"Is it really that bad?" Hermione asks sheepishly.

Ginny raises her eyebrows and gives a curt nod, "Ugh, yeah."

"It's weird, Ginny. Alone, I am scattered, anxious, and burning, but when he touches me, I'm instantly soothed. My mind is clear. It's amazing."

"I don't understand why you two won't just bond. None of this would be happening."

"First, I think it must happen during the full moon. Something in me tells me that's the proper timing." Hermione sighed, "Also, Lucius disapproved, and Draco would be giving up everything. He doesn't care, but I don't want that for him, regardless of how terrible his family is. I lost my parents and–" Hermione's hormones were raging, and her emotions were volatile. Tears fell while she sniffled.

"Oh, don't cry again, Hermione. Everything will be okay."

Ginny passed Harry and Ron in the common room with her trunk hovering behind her. She and Harry gave each other high fives as they passed. "Best of luck, Harry. Hermione cries about every five minutes. We may need to coordinate a snog session so she can calm the fuck down."

"I can't believe this is happening," Ron whines.

"I know, never in my life did I envision this," Harry says while carrying his broom into Hermione's quarters.

"You're going to protect her, right?" Ron asks.

Nodding his head, Harry gave an oddly large smile for the occasion. "I sure am. I made an unbreakable vow to protect her and not let anyone harm her."

"Good man. Thanks, Harry."

~~~

Theo left the showers and returned to his room wearing his black satin bathrobe and fuzzy slippers. He was disappointed the day turned out to be pretty dull. The faculty locked down the two mad snoggers, so there was hardly any drama. That was until a loud crash and Draco's voice rang out. "This is not going to work. Are you always this big of a slob?"

Theo's damp curls dripped on his neck, and he wiped the wetness away with his plush towel as he excitedly went to investigate. The Weasley girl was unpacking in Draco's room.

"What the hell? Why do you get a lovely lady in your room, and I continually get in trouble for that?" Theo asked in a huff.

"Calm your tits, Theo. They split my room into two. Ginevra has her own, but look how cramped mine is now." Holding his hands out in disgust.

Ginny's eyes lingered on Theo's chest, and he liked the hot feeling. He scooted around Draco and made his way to the beautiful witch. "Would you like to see more rosa? I can arrange a private showing. Dragon boy here won't mind, would you?" Theo slapped Draco on the back, and it hurt his hand. He did not understand how he became so large. Draco was the scrawny one of the trio, and now, he towered over him and Blaise.

"I do mind, actually. Ginevra is going to help me sneak out to see Hermione. I need to see her." Draco was emphatic.

"I told Harry we'd coordinate a snog session for you two. Gods, that is so weird to say." Rolling her big brown eyes, Theo couldn't help but smile. This witch was cheeky. 

Theo sidled closer to Ginny, "Would you like some company while you wait? I know you don't want to hang out alone with Potter. Word on the street is Potter wasn't man enough. I can take care of you."

Ginny crossed her arms, apparently taken aback by Nott's brashness. "Take it easy there, Nott. I think we'll manage. Besides, it looks like it's past your bedtime." She pursed her lips, looking his body up and down again. Despite her impassive tone, Theo knew she liked him. 

Sipping on whiskey in front of the fire, a sex-ravaged Draco returns to the common room with the redhead in tow. Ginny nabbed his tumbler as she passed, took a big swig, and handed it back. She looked agitated and sweaty, and Theo wondered if she had partook in their shenanigans. Then he considered she reunited with Potter, which made his stomach turn. Ginny leaned close to his ear. "Tomorrow, you can come." Her breath was fire on his neck and quickly spread through his body. He spontaneously combusted.

It was a cool, clear night, and Theo buzzed with sexual anticipation. "Where are you taking me?"

She gave him a quick wink and a coy smile, "A place where no one will hear you scream." 

A jolt of excitement traveled through his body, "You are speaking my love language, leonessa."

"You are trouble," Ginny said, taking the stairs two at a time behind Hermione and Draco. Her words rang in his ears, and Theo couldn't help but think she was actually the bigger troublemaker of the two. They allowed the others to climb to the top while Ginny and Theo stayed on the landing. 

"It was nice of Potter to offer to stand guard."

"What choice did he have? He could come up here and watch me snog you or continue up, and Merlin only knows what those two are doing. I have a feeling there will be tiny toeheads in their future." Ginny stepped closer, her eyes ablaze, burning into his.

"I almost feel bad for how much I'm going to enjoy sticking my tongue in his ex's mouth and wherever else you'll let me put it while he just stands around like a wanker. I'm sure he's broken-hearted."

She shook her head, "Nah, he's more upset about Hermione and the Ferret."

"Well, fuck him then. He's a fool for letting you go, gorgeous." Theo feels heat radiating off of her long, lean body. Her breathing is rough, and her skin glistens across her chest and brow. Ginny combed her long red hair out of her face with her fingers, and a breeze of vanilla and caramel struck him. She smelled good enough to eat, like Budino with a ripe strawberry on top, his favorite Italian dessert.

Theo wasn't one to hesitate. Merlin, he barely completed his thoughts before acting these days. After two years of anxiety and fear, Theo isn't waiting for tomorrow, especially when a ripe berry stands before him. Before he could change his mind or an obstacle came their way, Theo reached for her, firmly gripping her wrist. It was hot in his hand, and his thumb pressed small circles into her delicate skin. Ginny mewed at his touch, making him pull her mouth to his. She melted, leaving sweetness and a wonderful sense of finally being sated. 

Ginny's softness evaporates, and she goes wild. Her hands claw at his chest and neck, drawing his body closer. He was right in calling her leonessa earlier; she could destroy him, rip his body to shreds, and feast on his heart. Then he would be happy. No more than happy, elated. Matching her charge, Theo took rugged handfuls of her arse, lifting her legs around his waist. Slamming into the wall, their snog went from hot to burning. 

Theo licked and flicked Ginny's hard nipples, his head under her jumper. "Hey, Dimples." She cooed. He peeked from under the fabric to see her smiling down at him. "You don't have to be gentle with me. I promise you can't break me."

"Oh fuck, that was the hottest thing I have ever heard." Rising to look her in the eyes, "You like it rough, leonessa?" She answered with a mischievous grin and her hands in his hair. 

Losing track of time and control, the two fall further into each other. "Is this what I think this is?" Theo asked in between gasps.

Ginny agrees in a moan. It was their turn; the moon called for them. "I don't want to be like Hermione and Draco; they're suffering, being denied transcendence." Ginny confesses, "You're mine, I'm not fucking around letting others get to you."

"How do you keep getting better?" Theo asks, taking her flushed face in his hands. "Are you sure? A lifetime is a long time, love."

"I'm sure. What about you?"

"I am alive for the first time." 

Ginny led Theo to her neck. "You first, then I'll follow. Okay?"

"No, you first, love. I will follow you anywhere." Theo's voice was baritone, lower than only an hour before. A rumble erupted out of his chest with the connection of her teeth on his lower neck. White hot flames burned him from the inside. It was exquisite. He returned the pleasure, and they burned together in the immaculate light of the moon.

~~~

"Cacaw, cacaw!" Harry yells and sends a chirping bird up the winding stairs.

"What the hell was that Harry?" Ron laughs as he and Charlie approach the bell tower stairs. 

Nervously rubbing the back of his neck, Harry's hand brushes along his gooseflesh skin. He has been at war with himself since agreeing to be the lookout. He decides he can no longer be considered a Gryffindor. He can go toe-to-toe with the world's greatest villain, but his feet are planted in sticky tar at the bottom of the stairs. Heart and body disconnected. 

Ron raised his chin, "Why are you down here?" Heat rushed to Harry's face, he was absolute shit at lying. "What the fuck, Harry! You are supposed to protect her, not take her out to snog." His best friend dashed up the stairs, and Harry dragged his hand down his face in frustration. 

Charlie's hand landed on Harry's shoulder, "You okay, Harry?"

All he could do was nod; truthfully, he felt sick. 

"Why don't you head back? I've got it from here." Charlie headed toward the stairs, "I'll make sure she's back safely."

"No, I made a vow. I need to see with my own eyes that Hermione's okay."

Stopping halfway up the steps, Charlie turns on his heel, "McGonagall made you make an unbreakable vow?"

"Oh no, that was Malfoy. I hate to admit it, but he cares for her and is right in worrying. I had to duel 6 wizards today. Neville, of all people, he's vicious." 

Ron's screams echo down the spiral stairwell. "Get off of her, you creep!"

"No, Ron! Stop!" Ginny screams, and a blast shakes the tower. Harry chases Charlie up to the commotion. Standing in front of Theo, Ginny's clothes are disheveled, in striking position. "He was going to hurt Theo." She sputtered. Ron's body is sprawled across the landing, knocked out from the hard contact with the stone wall. 

Charlie charges for her, "What is that? Are you bleeding?" Taking her chin in his hand, he turns her head. "Fuck Merlin's mother! Ginevra, did you do what I think you did? You aren't even eighteen!"

"I will be in a couple of months, you twit." She pushes Charlie away as he attempts to pull her away from Theo. "Besides, you didn't care when it was him." pointing at Harry, who is kneeling beside his unconscious friend. 

"What is going on down here?" Hermione yells behind Draco, who is acting like a human shield, not letting her pass. 

"This can't be fucking happening!" Charlie hollers. "You all are out of control."

"Oh please," Ginny spouts. "Since when do you make rounds with Ron? What were you up to, Charlie?"

Charlie scoffs at her insinuation and tends to his brother, rousing him. "We were talking. He's had a hard month, Ginny. Thanks for making it worse."

Harry watches Draco and Theo exchange sideways glances, and both shrug. 

"I can't believe you did that, Ginny." Ron whines, "First Hermione, now you. I feel like I'm losing everyone."

Draco snorted, "Looks like you gained a brother-in-law, Weasley." 

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Scrambling into chairs, the faculty of Hogwarts hurriedly scan the betting grid, "Morgana's tits! I was certain Harry was next. He looked a mess when he was getting stitched up after Longbottom's attempted kidnapping yesterday."

Snickering, Flitwick counts his galleons, "How sweet it is to bet on red. This was a good payday."

"Watch your mouth half pint." Charlie snapped and instantly cried in pain from a wandless jolt sent by the senior professor.

Filius approached the crumpled Weasley writhing on the floor of the faculty lounge, "I will let this one slide since she is your sister. I will gladly go to Azkaban for your murder if you make another derogative remark." Stuffing his winnings in his pocket, Filius released Charlie from his electric hold. Wet, choking gasps filled the room as Charlie regained his composure. 

With shaking, stiff fingers, Charlie climbed into his chair and remained quiet during the meeting. Barely able to focus, he missed most of the orders McGonagall gave, not sure he cared anymore. Everything was going to shite, and he started to consider being burned by dragons was better than the circle of hell he currently worked in.

~~~

“You have got to be fucking kidding me!” Pansy yelled at the Slytherin table during breakfast. “Theo and a Weasley, eww.”

“She’s fucking hot. Look at how long her legs are. She was on the tall side before, but damn.” Blaise bit his lip, taking in an eye full of Ginny Weasley. She held Theo’s hand to her mouth, kissing it, and a sultry smile stretched across her glowing face. While Hermione became voluptuous, Ginny stayed long and lean but with bigger breasts and a perfect peach of an arse. “Damn, that wanker got lucky. Fucking Theo.” Blaise muttered as he continued to gawk at his friend’s girl. Her hair was longer and shined a brilliant red, and he swore he saw sparks of fire in the sunlight. 

Daphne turned in her seat, “How is it they keep getting better looking. Her skin is like porcelain. I'm excellent at skin charms and can’t get mine that smooth.” Spinning back around, Daphne took in an eye full of Theo. Theo shot up several inches overnight like the other wizards who’ve transitioned. His body filled out to match his new height. His expertly tousled dark waves framed his chiseled face. Daphne waved at her friend, and Theo’s face lit up, sharing a beaming smile. “Good for Theo. When was the last time you saw him happy?”

"Years,” Blaise said, still gawking at his friend with his mate.

"Would you both shut the fuck up!” Pansy scowled and pushed her face into her hands. "Shit just keeps getting worse.”

Blaise lifted his hand to rub her back and decided touching was too dangerous. “There, there, Pans, all will be ok.” His reassurance was met with a murderous glare, and he was glad he had decided not to pet her. 

On the other side of the Great Hall, the Gryffindor table was in an uproar. Neville stewed as he ate his fifth egg. Perched sideways on the bench, his long legs didn’t fit under the table. Neville’s eyes did not leave Hermione, sitting at the end of the Hufflepuff table with Draco standing between her open legs. He felt his chest tighten and his cock stiffen, thinking about him being the one touching her inner thighs. “That son of a witch. He keeps fucking touching her,” he barked. Draco’s mouth was at her wrist, kissing it while looking her in the eyes. It was intimate and something Neville would think was beautiful if it were him doing the kissing. Feeling her hot skin on his lips, the thump of her pulse as he made contact, the ability to drive her wild by massaging the lump he knew was there even though he’d never seen it.

He poked Dean with his fork. “I need your help, mate.” He turned and pointed it at Seamus, “You too.” The pair eyed each other and cautiously agreed to help. 

~~~

Draco was going to explode. His witch was delicious, addictive, and practically always out of reach. He has wanted to bury himself in her fully for a month, and every time, their fun is interrupted. Explosions, intruders, curfews, and professors on security rounds are all getting in the way. It’s almost like the universe is making them wait, but that makes no sense since they were chosen to be this way. He knows neither one would have chosen this path on their own, but how he fucking loves it now. Draco decided that sometimes we don’t know what we truly want. Some things are beyond our dreams, things too good we can’t even imagine. His shining example was the burning hot witch straddling his middle in the Great Hall. 

Draco brought her inner wrist to his mouth and took a deep inhale of her sweetness before he kissed her node gently. Glancing to the side, a wide-eyed Potter is looking back at him. Draco would love a moment when this leash wasn’t watching him or within earshot. Those bright green eyes were drilling a hole into him. It was fucking weird. However, he hated to admit Potter was a savior, yet again fending off Neville and the other wizards wanting to steal Hermione. Despite Draco's size and strength, the smallest wizard could take him down. Draco was powerless without magic and hated how the feeling nagged at him. So he did the only thing he could: hold Hermione tightly as long as she would allow. Hermione certainly had a mind of her own, even if this transformation has altered her clarity.

“Could you two sit down? You're distracting the first years from finishing their breakfast.” Ginny scolds from behind Hermione. She gives Theo a half smile, and he kisses its peak. Begrudgingly, Draco leads Hermione to the seat across from her friend, still not letting go. 

Theo took a bite of his toast, “I’m telling you, mate, you should have gone for it right away. I feel fantastic and, honestly, smarter.” He chewed, then pointed the bread at Hermione, “You better watch out; I’m going to take your top spot soon.”

Ginny laughed and rubbed his arm, “He’s right, I am bloody brilliant this morning. And my wandless magic is flowing. I barely have to push my magic. Incredible. Are we super wizards now?”

“You absolutely were in bed last night, my love,” Theo whispers into Ginny’s neck.

Draco groans, “Will you two stop, please?” He couldn’t stand to look at them. He was jealous and wanted what they had. The past month was near torture, desperate wanting with no release. 

Ginny takes a sip of her pumpkin juice and continues talking about how great she and Theo were. “We talked last night and think you both are stuck in your caveman brains. You can’t think beyond survival right now. You are operating at your primal level.”

Theo threw a stinging hex at Draco’s neck, “Hence, why you can’t keep your damn mouth off of Hermione. Seriously mate, it was fun at first, but now it’s a bit much.”

“Fuck off, Nott.” Draco scowled as he pulled away from Hermione’s neck. 

Hermione cleared her throat and looked perplexed. “I hate this. I can’t focus on anything. I had to stop tutoring; I couldn't work through simple arithmancy. If we don’t get into the curse breaker program because of this, I will burn down the DMLE.”

“See caveman brain.” Theo flashed a big smile at Hermione.

Harry tapped her hand to calm his friend. “I’m sure you will have no issues getting in, Malfoy on the other hand..”

Draco’s large hand smacked the backside of Harry’s head before he knew the blonde had moved. “Watch it, Potter,” and the threat was met with a much stronger stinger than Theo’s. “Fuck!” Draco yelled, echoing in the hall.

“I can’t wait for this shit to end; I’m tired of guarding your asses, and why are we sitting with the Hufflepuffs?” Harry complained, getting louder as he went.

“They’re nicer, safer,” Hermione said quietly. “Except for Zacharias, none have bothered me.”

Harry lets out a rumbling growl and jumps to his feet. He stood in a bestial nature, with heavy breaths, moon-eyed, and with a primitive posture. “I need to get some air,” and he stormed out of the Great Hall. 

“What’s up his arse?” Ginny asked.

Hermione shook her head, “I don’t know, he’s been high-strung. He was talking in his sleep all night. I could hear him through the wall.”

“Merlin, he must be stressed; that's when he does that the most.”

“Well, it’s annoying.” Hermione admitted, “he kept me up most of the night.”

Draco stood from the bench, seeing an opportunity for some alone time, “I need to see Hermione privately.” Pointing at Ginny, “Stay,” his command was met with an evil glare. “Well, at least give us a head start to the Room of Requirement. Come on, Mon Cheri,” and he dragged his beautiful, confused love out of the hall. 

He was worried the room would not register their need, not having wands. Still, their collective wandless magic was enough to spawn the massive wooden doors to appear. He prayed for the room to provide a bed or sofa, anything where he could lay his witch down and fuck her brains out. What little that was left anyway.

Using his full body weight, he pushed open the oversized double doors. “What the fuck!" Draco boomed. Looking around the space, he couldn’t believe their bad luck. The room reeked of manure, and a line of hippogriffs stood tied to a fence. 

Hermione’s jaw was on the floor, mouth agape. “This is horrid. Does the universe not want us to have sex?”

Leaving defeated, Draco feels like he has shrunk to the size of a second year. Hermione’s comfort did little to improve his mood as they headed back toward their classes. He felt her big eyes on him as he deflated further with each step down the hallway. Lost in his pathetic thoughts, he didn’t notice Hermione tugging his arm towards the broom cupboard. “Come here, baby. Let me take care of you.” She reassured him as she pulled him into the darkness. Her lips were on his, and her hand slid into his pants before he fully closed the door. 

“Holy shit, Hermione. Are you sure? We can’t lock the door without magic.” Draco whispered in between kisses and long pumps up his cock. “Oh fuck, that feels good.” His head involuntarily fell back, his mouth open in a silent moan.

“Yes. I was greedy last night and kept you between my legs longer than I should have. We ran out of time.” Hermione squeezed harder and swiped her thumb across his head, already dripping with precum. 

“Oh baby, I was the greedy one, I can lick your cunt all day. In fact, I want to eat you for lunch.”

“There’s the dirty guy I love.” She placed a wet kiss on the corner of his mouth and then another on his angular jaw, “I love your filthy mouth. Are you going to love mine back, baby?”

“You fucking know it,” Draco whispered as he watched Hermione slide down his body leveling herself with his dick. “I feel so rude, I can’t conjure a pillow for you.”

“I’m fine,” she said with a flirty smile, still fisting his cock. Her tongue made contact with the tip, wiping away the newest precum drips. “Hmm, you taste good,” and he groaned at her words and nearly collapsed into the wall as her tongue glided along his shaft. Hot, wet, and eager was the best way to describe Hermione’s blow job style. She had a mission, and he was so lucky his witch wanted to get him off. With a swirling tongue and a tight grip, his cock was growing; he knew it wasn’t going to be long before he came. Taking him fully, he felt the soft palate at the back of her throat, making him see stars in the dark cupboard. 

“Fuck Hermione, I love your filthy fucking mouth.” He growled. “Yes, more of that, yeah, right there.” One hand gripped her wavy hair, and the other fondled one of her perfect tits. He resisted the urge to pound himself into her throat. She was doing an amazing job taking him to the hilt. “Fuck.” He drawled out as he felt his cock expand in her mouth. His lovely witch squeezed him tighter and took his balls in her other hand, giving them the slightest tingling charm. That was the move--he was done. Bursts of his cum slid down her throat and into her mouth as he thrust his cock around wildly. Long, deep moans and a sudden feeling of lightheadedness made him reach for support, leaning both hands out in front of him, knocking over brooms and mops as he caught himself on the door. 

“Fuck, you’re so good, Hermione. I nearly died.” He laughed as he right-sided himself and pulled her up. 

A loud bang came from the other side of the door. “Is that you in there, Hermione?” Followed by a menacing cackle, “I can smell you, Flower.”

"Oh no, Draco. It's Neville." She whispered. 

Hermione tensed under Draco’s hands, and he has never felt more useless. Looking around the closet, there wasn’t much they could use to defend themselves. Hermione’s anxiety escalated, and her body quaked. 

Draco gripped her arms tightly, making her look at him in the eyes. “I want you to hide behind that wash basin and cover yourself with Filch's coveralls. You have to hide, Hermione. I will go out and try to get him away from you.” 

Hermione shook her head furiously and was about to object when Neville banged on the door again. “Come out, come out, my lovely honeysuckle. That's what you smell like.” It sounded like he was pressed to the door, and his hand scratched down the wood. “I’m going to suck on you like summer honeysuckle. You’re going to fucking love it.”

“Bite me before you go. Maybe that will turn him off?” Hermione pleaded. 

“I don’t think that will work, but it’s worth a shot.” Draco aimed his teeth over her protruding gland when the door blew off its hinges. 

“There you are, sweetness.” Neville cooed into the small space, yanking Hermione out of Draco’s hands. 

“No, Neville! Let go of me.”  Hermione’s panicked tears streamed down her cheeks as she watched Dean and Seamus stun and bind Draco, ripping his hands off of her. “You three were my friends. How could you do this?” She sobbed. “Please don’t hurt him. Leave Draco alone.”

Punches and painful curses landed on Draco’s face, obscuring his vision. Dean shot a yellow Peredo curse that's acid burned Draco’s chest and arms, while Seamus’s hex stung his eyes like hundreds of bees attacking his eyelids.

“Not a chance, gorgeous. He needs to learn that you are no longer his. Malfoy missed his chance. You are my prize; I will take care of you forever, Hermione.” Neville pulled her to his chest, cracking her ribs in his embrace. Draco watched her eyes bulge from his intense squeeze before his vision blurred over from the swelling. 

Neville pointed his wand at Draco's head, “No, Neville! I’ll bond with you if you leave him alone.”

“No, Hermione!” Draco yelled, and the last thing he recalled before Neville’s Stupify was the sound of Dean Thomas crashing into the wall.

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"This has to stop!" Harry screamed as he hurled Neville into a holding cell in the dungeons. He was out of breath, almost crying, grunting, and roaring with each inhale and exhale. Repeatedly kicking Neville in the side, the oversized lubber groaned with each blow. Blood dribbled out of Neville's mouth and coated his teeth. "Don't go after Hermione again. I will kill you the next time." Harry's nostrils flared as his foot crunched against bone. "Fuck, Malfoy too. He's an absolute prat, but you need to stay away. No more chances; you'll be dead, Neville!" Another bone-breaking slam connects, and Harry is magically bound and dragged away by Headmistress McGonagall. His threats reverberate off the stone walls as he battles with the invisible ropes securing his body.

The older witch cast a calming spell over the space, hoping to bring Harry down naturally. He was worse than she'd ever seen him. "I'm sorry, my dear boy. I'm afraid this may be opening old wounds. Let's get you some rest. I will make sure Hermione is well-guarded while you sleep." She watched Harry fight against his anxiety and rage to breathe, his quick, shallow breaths not sufficient to keep him conscious. His hysteria grew, and McGonagall decided not to let him struggle any longer, stunning him. 

Madam Pomfrey worked on repairing Draco's broken bones and burned skin in the infirmary. Placing her handkerchief over her nose, Minerva hoped it would keep the acrid smell of burnt flesh from making her sick. In the cot to his left, Hermione lay asleep. Her injuries would need to wait until after Draco was stabilized. Along with a few broken ribs, Hermione suffered cuts and bruises to her arms and lower legs as she tried to fight off Neville. 

Walking past the two patients, Harry floated behind the Headmistress, who moved him to the cot on Draco's other side and covered him with the flimsy sheet. Looking at these three students in a line, she considered the many problems they had caused over the years and how many of them were avoidable. Today's fiasco was one of them. 

"How is Mr. Malfoy?" the Headmistress's voice cracked, not realizing how emotional she had become. Minerva cleared her throat, hoping it would remove the sound of soon-to-fall tears. "Would he be up and moving in a few days?"

Poppy pursed her lips. "I think so. He won't be as pretty, but he'll be up."

Minerva leaned over, looking at the deep purples and blues surrounding his eyes and the angry red rash of a burn up his neck to his jawline. "That's fine. It may help the cause. I will send professors to stand guard of these three until they are recovered. I'm not playing around anymore."

~~~

The infirmary smelled terrible, and Charlie cast a lilac charm before him to camouflage it. He sat in a chair on the other side of the room, watching the three sleep. Despite heavy potions and charms, Harry was restless, kicking his sheet and mumbling. The other two were still, except for their soft breaths. Charlie wondered how these students could be constantly the target of mayhem. It was like they were damn magnets, and he considered maybe it was a blessing for Ron to be dumped by the witch. It wasn't like Ron was the target of any of the drama. It generally followed the fluffy-haired witch and the Chosen One. Poor bloke was always the sidekick. Charlie decides that Ron needs to stop chasing Hermione; a calm life with a normal witch would be good for him. His parents would agree, and he would tell him when they met for their next walk. 

Time stood still as Charlie watched them sleep. He was tired and bored, so he conjured a book, hoping it would pass the time. His eyes were starting to fall, becoming heavy and teary. Harry had another nightmare, and his yelp woke Charlie from his light sleep. The boy he's known for years has changed, and Charlie feels for him. Positivity and perseverance can only take you so far; eventually, life has to hand this kid a bone. However, Charlie finds it odd that this event was the thing that broke him. Harry seemed at odds with himself, and Charlie couldn't understand why. All he was doing was guarding Hermione, something he would gladly do. Harry would guard nearly anyone and see it as a duty and honor. So protecting his best friend shouldn't be a big deal. Right?

Over the past month, Harry has morphed into another wizard. He's irritable and violent and appears on the verge of screaming at any given time. From the beating he gave Neville, Charlie was wondering if Harry was experiencing what muggles call PTSD. Lashing out at anything, a constant state of fight or flight, and panic attacks were just a few of the symptoms, and Harry was checking all of the boxes. Charlie plans to talk with McGonagall to remove him from Hermione's security detail. It is too triggering. 

Scanning the room again, Draco and Hermione still need to move. Hermione's hair is splayed over the pillow in thick, perfect waves. Even Charlie had to admit that the moon did an amazing job developing the witch. She was stunning even while she slept. His eyes followed the curves of her body, still visible from under the sheet. He was envisioning her waking and her big amber eyes looking up at Charlie, sleepy and sex-crazed. Charlie bit his lip and wrestled with his inappropriate thoughts. His cock twitched in his pants, and he decided to let it be. She is a seductress, and absolutely no good comes from that witch.

With a frown, his eyes moved over to the sleeping blond. His scowl deepened as he thought of how much he disliked the Malfoys. It was in his blood to hate them. Weasleys and Malfoys have forever been at odds. Charlie counted how Draco's life was better and how unfair it was that things were handed to him. He was filthy fucking rich to start and had all of the access to anything in the magical world. If Draco wanted unicorn semen, he could send one owl and have it the next day. In contrast, Charlie lived paycheck to paycheck. 

Charlie squeezed his hands into fists, shaking with jealousy, and continued counting several more things Malfoy had that Charlie and Ron never would, ending with Hermione. The thought of Malfoy bending Hermione over made him see red, and his cock stiffened again, apparently wanting to rage fuck. He groaned and adjusted himself in his robes, giving his dick some space. Casting one last look at his foe before returning to his book, he saw another thing Draco had: a large hard-on tenting the thin sheet. 

"Fucking prat," Charlie said under his breath.

~~~

Draco woke locked inside his body, unable to move or see. His chest tightened, and his breathing was ragged. With each anxious drag, his chest walls burned in searing pain, and a fresh wave of burnt flesh filled his nose. He thought he was dead, killed by Neville and his lackeys, and he was now in hell's waiting room. Draco had failed his match, unable to protect Hermione. So, he sent a wish to the universe to keep her safe. Preparing for the worst, Draco waited for the burning to spread as he descended into hell's flames when he caught a whiff of warm honey. His witch was nearby, and the realization calmed him slightly. 

Pulling in air through his nose, he focused on her smell, hoping to calm his racing heart. With each inhalation, new scents were blending into the mix. A hint of tobacco filled his senses. Sucking in the air, the subtle burn of good bourbon danced across his palate. His mouth salivated with the combination of sweet booze and tobacco. His tongue tingled at the idea of a cold tumbler at his lips and the wonderful subtle burn of the smokey, honeyed bourbon passing through his mouth. The best nightcap, taking his time, savoring the complex combination of flavors in one glass. Sensing his cock firming, if he weren't heavily potioned, he would be fisting himself. Something he's never done over a smell or the thought of a drink. But the warming sensation crawled over him and hugged his body like a heavy quilt, soothing his nerves. Now calm, Draco took long, languid breaths, savoring this wonderful fragrant bouquet and eventually sliding into sleep.

~~~

"I'm sorry you must make this trip in your condition, Mr. Malfoy. I was hoping it wouldn't come to this." Headmistress McGonagall says as she looks over the still badly bruised and burned blond in front of her. He was taller than the point of her hat, and she had to crane her neck to see his eyes. She swears he was just an entitled little boy yesterday, with his almost white hair slicked back. 

Draco adjusted his robes and winced as he moved the collar around his acid-burned skin. Over a week had passed since the attack, and he still looked like hell. "I'll manage, Headmistress," Draco said in a low, defeated voice.

Minerva watched him more. He was different. With his head down and slumped stance, Draco seemed literally and figuratively beaten. "Mr. Malfoy." She put on her stern professor voice to get his attention. His gray eyes met hers. "Are you prepared for this? There is a strong chance your father is going to react poorly. Are you ready for that possibility?"

He gently bobbed his head, dropping his gaze. "I'm prepared for the worst, Headmistress."

Giving him a curt nod, her heart hurt for the young man. "Um, Draco?" 

"Yes, Ma'am." His gray eyes seized hers again.

Placing her hand on his arm, "Keep your head up no matter what he says." Draco's face was stone, but he did as he was told and straightened himself, now appearing several inches taller.

"Good boy." She said, taking his muscled arm in hers; they apparated to Azkaban.

Upon landing, a deep chill froze Minerva to the bone. She adjusted her robes and cast a warming charm over her and Draco before surrendering her wand to Azkaban security. She noticed he did not release her arm, and she had to admit that, regardless of the stuffiness of the Sacred 28, they sure did engrain chivalry in their children. 

A wizard in shielded robes stands at the gate waiting for them. Being the Headmistress has some perks, but she still had to cash in several favors to arrange this visitation. Lucius Malfoy was ineligible for in-person visitation for another four years. Even floo calls were limited to twice a year, and he used one in her office when this mess started. The Headmistress assured Kingsley Shacklebolt, the current Minister for Magic, that this matter could prevent the next Wizarding World War. 

Exchanging awkward pleasantries with the guard, they waited for Narcissa Malfoy to arrive. A sharp sound of apparition rang in her ears as Narcissa joined them at the gate. Draco received his mother in a large hug, her eyes brimming with tears—an unusual sight considering the notorious stoicism the witch normally employs. "Mother, it's good to see you," Draco spoke softly while holding her. Narcissa took his face in her hands but didn't speak.

Clearing his throat to get their attention, the guard said, "Ugh, can we get this moving? We are on a tight schedule." The guard corralled them, "Once in the security pod, you will have twenty minutes before you are port keyed to this gate. Is that clear?"

All agreed, and the guard produced a brass scepter. Motioning them into a semicircle, he set the staph on its end in between them. "On my count, take a hold of the scepter. One, Two, Three."

Three hands lunged for the staph, spiraled into the clouds, and rocketed inside the stone tower. The visiting pod was small, likely for two or three wizards, but no more. The cramped space was cold, dim, and barren, with only chairs in a circle and the scepter in the center. All three were sitting where they were previously standing. Narcissa's face returns to stone, and Minerva can see the resemblance between her and her son. If the rumors of the Malfoy bloodline magic are true, only a single son can be sired, and the child will carry the father's characteristics. These blood curses were placed centuries ago by a Malfoy ancestor who had an unfaithful wife. Despite the powerful curse, Narcissa was able to leave her imprint on her son. 

A loud snap popped Minerva's ears, and Lucius Malfoy appeared in the remaining open chair. His long white hair was thinning and left loose and straggly. Deep-set wrinkles framed his eyes, likely from excessive clenching through pain during his scheduled torture sessions. 

Narcissa gasped, her hand covering her mouth. "Lucius, my love." She said in a breath, barely audible. Besides his eyes flashing, Draco remained hard, and his nose pointed slightly up.

"Lucius, we don't have much time. You and Narcissa need to tell Draco about your Moon Cycle. Look at your son. It's happening again." Minerva placed her hand on Draco's shoulder, and he sat like a statue. 

Lucius looked Draco up and down and twisted slightly in his seat. "Are you ok, boy?"

"Yes, Father. I've never felt better." Draco crossed his arms and pursed his lips. The two blonds stared each other down.

Minerva nearly choked at Draco's reaction, "You can see that is untrue. He has been in a magically induced coma for over a week. This was the Longbottom boy. If it weren't for Harry Potter, Draco would be dead."

"Don't mention that name here," Lucius spat. He tensed with the outburst, likely waiting for his shock. However, one didn't come, and Minerva noted he relaxed some with this realization. 

"I will say what needs to be said. Harry Potter has saved your son several times over the last month. Your son cannot control himself, so he has lost the privilege of his wand. I did what I could to prevent him from joining you here in this wretched place!" She shouted. "As did his match, Hermione Granger. She permanently disfigured the Parkinson girl." Lucius and Narcissa snarked at the mention of Hermione being Draco's mate, making Minerva lose her thought. 

"Well, she is. And a muggle-born like your initial mate, Lucius. A strange coincidence? We need to get moving," The Headmistress conjured a pensive. The wide, shallow gray dish hovered in the center of the circle. "Please share your memories, both of you. He needs to see. You don't want the fate of your cycle to come to him, do you?"

Lucius's sharp features contorted, "Everything happened as it should." Lucius contended.

Narcissa yelped, "No, Lucius."

"While I would love to take credit for molding the future of the wizarding world, we did not have the effect you claim." He crossed his leg at the knee and shifted in his seat towards Narcissa. "Aren't I right, love?"

Rising to her feet, the Headmistress flushed with anger. "Let's review the players and where they are today, shall we?" She held out her fingers, preparing to count. "One and two, you and Narcissa. You are sentenced to life in prison, and Narcissa will be under house arrest for the next twenty years. Somehow, you two fared the best."

Shaking two fingers in Lucius's face, "Three and four. Alice and Frank Longbottom were driven mad by this one's, "Minerva pointed her thumb back toward Narcissa, "lunatic sister and will live out their days at St. Mungos." 

"Five. Serious Black, dead. Six. Severus, dead. Seven. Emmaline Vance, dead. Eight and nine. Lily and James Potter, dead. Do I need to keep going?" Even with the frigid temperatures in the pod, Minerva broke into a sweat. Her hands were shaking as she held up nine fingers. "There's more, Lucius. That would be a lot of coincidences. The odds are terrible. Can you please show him?"

Narcissa sniffled, and Draco acted on his chivalrous instinct again, producing a handkerchief for his mother. "Thank you, darling, " she said.

Wandless memory extraction can be challenging. Narcissa closed her eyes, apparently pushing her memory out, as her face reddened and her temples strained, showing two distinct blue veins. Using her index finger and thumb, she pulled the white wispy memory with a tear from the corner of her eye and set it in the pensive. Leaning towards Draco, she took his hand. "Son, I love you. You made all of this worth it. Please remember that." She wiped her eyes again, "I'm not watching; I lived it once, and I'm not doing it again." Narcissa raised Draco's hand to her mouth and gave it a gentle peck. "My sweet boy, I love you."

Rolling his eyes, Lucius groaned, adjusting his shackles. "Fine. Son, please come here and collect this memory."

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Draco quickly rose from his seat, hitting his head on the ceiling of the visitation pod. "Merlin!" He cried, rubbing the future-bruised forehead. He was already covered in them, and his burn wounds felt weepy and itching in his robes. He hadn't worn a shirt since he awoke and wished he could strip off now. The urge to freeze his torso was strong; that was the only treatment that gave him relief other than not being conscious. 

Since he was woken from his medical coma, he spent his time lying about with Hermione in the infirmary. Of course, that git, Potter was present, but he didn't bother Draco as much. Draco hated to admit he was growing on him, and how many times does one wizard need to save another before he's treated with respect? Turns out, the answer is four. 

Draco appreciated how he calmed Hermione; it was effortless for him. However, he has several years more experience in handling her mood and anxiety. Harry can see it coming before Draco can feel it in his gut. Her anxiety percolates his stomach acid, making him squirm and feel like he's forgetting something. Hermione sat at the foot of his bed, dragging her hand along his calf, barely touching it. The softest touch put Draco at ease, even when his skin peeled off. Closing his eyes, he was surrounded in comfort, Hermione grazing his skin, the sound of her laughing at Potter's anecdotes mixed with the smell of tobacco, whiskey, and honey. If it weren't for the burns, he'd be in heaven.

Potter sat in the chair with his feet propped up on the bed and snickered while telling a story from potions that morning. Dean, still unable to see clearly from Harry's curses, missed pouring a caustic root juice into his cauldron, burning holes through his robes. A perfectly placed opening appeared in the wizard's crotch, revealing his Holyhead Harpies boxers. 

"That juice may have had some help missing the pot." He smiled and winked at Hermione. "The wanker deserves worse."

Oddly, Draco didn't want to tear his throat open like he would any other wizard openly flirting with his witch. He had never noticed this side of Potter. He had seen his anger many times over the years, but this was different. It was almost possessive, and he wondered if this trait was always hidden in him.

"Today, Draco." Lucius barked, bringing Draco back to the present. A swirl of a memory poked out of the corner of his eye, but there were no tears. Taking the white tendril delicately in his long fingers, Draco pinched the end and gently dropped it into the pensive. 

The Headmistress moved forward in her seat, ready to lean into the bowl, and Lucius followed. Draco looked at his distraught mother one last time, knowing this would change everything. The life he knew will be altered, but he decided it was already shite, so what was the difference? 

A loud scream echoes in the potions lab. Draco notices the classroom is essentially the same as it is today, and the scream happens again. "Yes! Keep doing that, Lucius." A red-headed teenage beauty is yelling in pleasure while a young Lucius fucks her from behind. She is bent over the lab table, her skirt bunched at her waist. 

"Who the fuck is that?" Draco asks in utter disbelief. The Headmistress smacks him in the arm, and he winces as a burn blister opens on his bicep.

The scene pauses, and McGonagall yells, "Lucius, move this along." 

With the slightest smile, Lucius apologizes, "Please forgive me; I haven't used magic in quite some time."

The scene skips ahead, and the witch is dressed. She leans over and kisses Lucius on the cheek before heading towards the door. 

"Wait, la petite amie," Lucius calls to her. He jogs to the door while buttoning his shirt. "I will see you later, right? We are going to bond tonight." He bends down, taking her mouth, and a groan rumbles from his chest. 

"Are you sure? This goes against everything your father wants and.." Lucius cuts off her questioning with another kiss.

"Lily Evans, I love you. You are my match." Lucius says while wrapping her in his arms.

"What the fuck! Are you fucking kidding me?" Draco laughs uncontrollably. "You matched with Potter's mother. This is insane." His hands are in his blond hair, and he is tempted to pull it out.

Cheeks reddening, Lucius's temper was triggered. "Yes."

"Then why did you do the same bullshit to me?" This was followed by another maniacal laugh, "Why?"

Clearing her throat, McGonagall gained their attention, "We don't have time for Q&A. Please continue with the memory, Lucius."

The memory shifted in a breeze; the pixels of the image in front of them broke apart and blew in the air. Colors swarmed and shuffled, reappearing in a small sitting room towards the back of the Slytherin house. A twin of Harry Potter sits sloppily on the settee near the fireplace. His Gryffindor robes skewed to the side, his tie pulled down, and his hair a mess. A young blonde walks around the coffee table, magically fastening her shirt. "Holy fuck, is that Mom?"

Lucius's face curves upward in pride, "Yes, she was a magnificent conniving witch. Incredible." 

Draco groaned, watching the sex-ravaged James Potter straighten his robes. "I'm going to be sick."

"Grow up." Lucius spat. 

Narcissa bounces back towards James on the settee, "So, we're in agreement?"

James runs his hands through his hair. "We could just bond with each other. I think we'd have a good life, don't you?"

"Don't be daft; my father would eat you for dinner." She tightened his tie, "You have jerked off to Lily Evan's for years; it's time you get what you want."

"How do you know that isn't you?" James says as he runs his thumb along her cheek.

Narcissa gave him a sultry smile. "You and I will always be—friends." She said it with a look that implied more. "And I will become a Malfoy. The merging of the Blacks and Malfoys will be an event that will change history." Her blue eyes are bright, and she bites her lip in excitement. 

"You are a power-hungry girl, aren't you?" James pulled the fit blond back onto his lap. His hands are stretched across her arse, and he smacks the right cheek with fervor. "So, we'll be friends like this?" James asks while raising his eyebrows.

She combed her fingers through his messy hair, "Yes, just like this." Narcissa licks the edge of his lips, then takes his bottom lip in her teeth. "We are going to have it all."

Draco is dragging his hands down his face, wishing he didn't see the Senior Potter manhandling his mother. That image will be hard to forget. 

The scene changes again; it is night, and Lucius is en route to the Astronomy Tower. A light blue hex grazes his neck, and Lucius spots it ricocheting into the flagstone wall. Another curse sweeps by his hairline, and he catches it in his hand, throwing the sparks to the floor. Pulling out his want, Lucius takes a defensive pose and looks around the hall. 

The line of the hex swelled, leaving a raised red welt. Soon, Lucius's hand swelled, and he could not hold his wand properly. "Show yourself!" The young Lucius demanded. Another hex kissed his throat, swelling his windpipe. Gasping for air and clawing at the wall, Lucius fights for his life. His face is hot and purple, eyes bulging as he fights to pull sips of air through the closing straw of his throat. 

Out of the shadows, a dark figure stands over Lucius. His pale skin glows in the full moonlight, and his familiar mouth curls into a snicker. "You think you are entitled to everything, don't you, Lucius? You get everything, but you can't have her. Lily is mine!" 

Lucius was losing consciousness; the hallway was becoming a tunnel, and loud ringing overtook his hearing. It wouldn't be long before the relief of death was looming. He had a feeling he shouldn't trust this wizard, always sulking around the castle. Then he thought it was sad that his father would be ashamed that his perfect pureblooded boy would die by the wand of Severus, a half-blood. He imagines him being called pathetic and a waste of his stellar genetics. Loathing and sadness swept over him as everything went into darkness. 

Draco's head shot around, gaping at his father. Floored, he heard his father's thoughts, almost perfect replicas of his own. Constant feelings of being less than and not holding up to the impossible standards put in front of him. They were the same, yet Lucius continued the terrible tradition. At that moment, he promised to end the curse bestowed upon him. No child of his will ever carry that weight. 

Lucius's gray eyes caught Draco's but remained emotionless as he advanced the scene. A bucket of cold water washed over Lucius, bringing him back to life. Spitting water onto the stone floor, Lucius coughed and choked. As his functions returned, his vision landed on Snape's body lying in the corner, bound and stunned. Scanning the room, Narcissa Black's blond hair shone in the moonlight. Her petite frame bent over his body, and the smell of pears and honey filled his nose. It was pleasant, not like the deliciousness of his flower, but nice. 

The blond straddled his middle, taking his face in her hands. "You will be mine, and I will be yours. This is how it should be." Her warm lips landed on his, taking what little air he could retrieve. Heat bloomed in his chest, and the moon was full, allowing for all types of trickery. "Take me, Lucius." Narcissa's siren call ensnared him.

An explosion of light filled the hallway, and Narcissa's body slammed into the wall. Two arms took hold of him, hoisting Lucius to his feet. He wobbled in his dizzy state, trying to figure out what happened. "We got you. You're ok." Lily's worried face came into view. Sirius Black wrapped his other arm over his shoulder. 

"We need to go before the others find you," Sirius commanded. "I saw Longbottom around here too." To his side, a woman Draco had never seen before was defensively scanning the stairs. She was tall and in incredible shape. Her long raven hair sparkled in the dim stairwell, and her skin was milky perfection. 

"I'm going to go ahead and make sure the coast is clear. You two have your hands full, " the dark-haired beauty whispered.

"Seraphina, be careful." The wizard on the right scolded. "Who said Slytherins aren't brave? I'm going to marry her when this shit's over." Sirius watched her disappear while dragging a staggering Lucius. "I know she was your betrothed, but she's my fucking match, Lucius. Besides, you have your flower." Pointing his chin at Lily.

"Ok, Sirius, can we focus on the task at hand? We can discuss the wedding floral arrangements later." Lily scrunched her nose and gave Lucius a playful smile. "Besides, all four of us are about to be disowned by our families, so we won't need a large venue."

Lucius snorted, "Speak for yourself; I'll still have at least two hundred in attendance on my side," he winked at her. 

"This is sweet, but we are running out of time. Please move this along, Lucius." The Headmistress's voice quaked as she spoke. 

The scene moved at double speed, and the group quickly spiraled up the stairs, smiling brightly. Reaching the moonlight, Sirius ran for Seraphina, his mouth open in a silent yell. Curses flew from behind Draco, a rainbow of lights striping the air. Frank Longbottom's wand moved incredibly, casting multiple curses in rapid fire. The fact that Draco's own Aunt Bellatrix was able to take this wizard down brought a new meaning to her power. This man was ferocious. The giant moved with surprising grace, a hulking mass much like his son today. His strength was apparent in his spell's speed and agility, evident in the dualling dance unrolling before him. More bright flashes come from one of the window openings, and James Potter arrives at the fight on his broom. 

Draco spins on his heels, trying to take in the full scene. It is a war zone, and his anxious recollection of war comes to mind. "It looks like the Battle at Hogwarts." A soft hand grazes him, and McGonagall takes his hand, patting it gently. 

Lucius and Lily are back-to-back, fighting off the vultures. Narcissa has made her way up the stairs and is in pursuit. Lucius moves the battle faster, streaks of curses crashing into the stone walls and exploding. More witches and wizards arrive, all fighting for their desired match. Professor Snape rockets a Bombarda in Lucius's direction, but it is easily deflected. Its force pummeled the structure, sending the fighters flying. 

"No, Seraphina!" Sirius's cry echoed in the prior silent fight. It was only the sound of Draco's anxious breathing; now, the air was trapped in his throat, watching the scene unfold in front of him. Seraphina is falling from the tower, and Sirius is lunging for her but is caught by James before he plummets behind his love. Her scream is deafening until the moment before impact with the stone floor of the courtyard. Looking at his father, Lucius has turned a sickening gray color. Draco is certain this is the first time he has seen his father express remorse.

More crashes and power plays happen in quick succession. Neville's mother, Alice Prewett, makes an impressive Torentula spell, capturing Frank Longbottom in the winds of a twister. Yanking the tornado in her direction, she drags the behemoth behind her, sneaking him down the stairs like a spider with her webbed prey. 

"That's enough!" Narcissa screams, shooting lightning from her wand into the sky. Seething, having now seen her best friend fall from the tower. The bolt of light turned to a Laqueum spell, lassoing Lily Evans around the neck and ripping her from Lucius's side. The blond's eyes were on fire as she wrapped her left arm across Lily's front, tightly gripping her hand around her throat. "I will Avada her right now. Does everyone hear me!"

Wildly whipping around, Narcissa glares at Severus. "Drop your wand and kick it to me!" She demanded. "I will do it. I will kill your precious flower. So fucking disgusting, all of you."

Severus's face was frozen in fear. He held his hands out in surrender, letting the thin, dark wooden wand tumble from his shaking fingers. "Don't hurt her. Narcissa, please," Severus begged. 

"You too!" Narcissa hollered at Lucius. "Drop it now!" She pushed her wand further into the delicate skin under Lily's jaw while squeezing with her left hand. 

The elmwood and dragon's heartstring wand clattered to the floor—Lucius didn't bother to fight. 

This is how this will go," Narcissa said as she dragged Lily towards James. "I am going to claim Lucius, and James is going to take Lily here, and we're all going to live the lives we were meant to, yeah?" Whipping back, facing Severus again, "And you, my weird friend, are going to be alone unless you can find another match in the next hour."

"She is my only." Severus stares into Lily's face, tears streaking her cheeks. 

Lily cries, "No! It isn't supposed to be this way!" Her sobs reflect off the stone as her soaked face shines in the moonlight. 

"You first, James. Go on, my love," and James does as he's told, taking a large rough bite of Lily's neck. Her eyes change in an instant, turning a bright, almost glowing green. Lily's tears dry, and the look of heartbreak falls from her face, replaced with desire. 

"Lily, I love you," Lucius says in a whisper as Lily takes one last look at her previous love. 

"It will be ok, Lucius. " She turns towards James, licking his neck and readying herself to claim her new match. 

Before Lucius could react, he felt the sharp pain of a bite on his neck. A blinding white light flashes and Draco realizes he is back in the pod, looking at the slippery silver liquid rippling from their hasty exit. His father's face is sullen, suddenly stricken with the remembrance of a love stolen. 

Draco rubbed his eyes with his palms before he could see his mother. Everything he has known in life was altered. His mother, the caring parent, the understanding parent, the one who gave a shit over anything other than perfection and pureblood status, was the ruthless one. Did she make his father what he is today? If that never happened, would there have even been a war? His brain spun, churning through probability and variations of what could have been, leaving him feeling like it all was preventable.

Headmistress McGonagall placed her hands on Draco's shoulders. "Do you understand what this means, Draco?"

Looking over the older witch's shoulder, Draco's eyes met his mother's. She dabbed at the tears in her eyes with his handkerchief. "You were worth it all, Draco. I didn't know, claiming your father would change so much. I just thought we would be together and that would be it, I didn't see the implications that would follow. How it would change us, everything."

Lucius sat silent, looking out of the pod. Draco desperately wanted him to speak, to say something helpful, but that was unlikely. "Father, tell me what to do. You remember now; tell me what to do!"

The staff in the center of the pod flashed a golden warning—their time was ending. The pod glowed again as Draco lunged for his father, grabbing tightly to his prison coveralls. "Please tell me, if I wasn't supposed to exist, how do I make this right?"

Lucius placed his hand on Draco's cheek, "You already know. I love you, son."

Chapter Text

Neville walked with his head held high; it was a good day. The best fucking day, as a matter of fact. Waking in the Ravenclaw dorms under a pile of Luna Lovegood's hair, Neville never dreamed he could be so happy, a vast change from his sad state in the dungeons only a few hours before. Harry left him to rot in a cold, dark cell until the final full moon passed when an angel came to rescue him.

"There you are!" Luna's voice rang like a bell against the stone walls. "I have been looking for you everywhere. You weren't in Herbology, and I got worried. I can't believe it took me so long to find you; it's been weeks."

Neville scoffed, "You were worried about me? Not one ever thinks about me. I'm usually an afterthought." 

His head was down, much like his mood. Even knowing Harry had killed Voldemort, Neville's ego took a hit after being magically and physically beaten by the small wizard. Neville thought he could demolish the pipsqueak in his hormone-fueled craze, not anticipating Harry Potter's wrath as violent as he experienced. He appeared just as mad at Neville for messing with Malfoy as he was with him stealing Hermione. Protecting her makes sense; she's been his friend since the beginning, but the Slytherin arsehole, that was a mystery. 

Luna shook her head, and her blond hair sparkled in the dim dungeon light. The movement sent a wave of her scent through the bars to him in the far corner of the cell. Violet and vanilla tickled his nose, and he wondered why he wanted honeysuckle before when there was something, someone so much better. 

Luna stepped closer to the bars, "That's not true, Neville. I always think of you, especially now. You are all I can think about." She squatted down to his eye level. "Do you promise to be a good boy if I let you out?"

He had never wanted to hear that phrase so much—a good boy. Neville would be the best boy if she let him near her. He would chase down Death Eaters, snakes, and other evil beings for a moment of Luna's time. "I will do anything you want, my Moon Queen."

Luna raised an eyebrow at him, "anything, huh? I like that. Would you hunt Grindylows with me?"

Neville's mouth quivered with a smile. "Yes."

"Hmm, would you practice full moon magic with me every month?"

A blush streaked his cheeks, "Would this be naked magic?"

Luna gave him a dreamy look, "Of course."

Neville nodded, "I would have agreed either way."

"Even in the winter?"

"Luna, I will fight grindylows naked in front of the school in February if it makes you happy." 

The iron gears on the lock ground together, releasing a loud squeal, and the heavy door slowly creaked open. Luna stood in front of the now-beaming Neville. She looked like an angel, hair and skin brilliant, a bright light in his darkness. Her soft fingers grazed his face, and he had difficulty paying attention to their touch while her skirt was at his eye level. "You are a good boy, Neville. Yes, I think you will do nicely."  Her fingers traveled to his dark hair, twirling it in loops around her index finger. "I originally went to claim Draco, but you wouldn't believe the number of Wrackspurts he has in his head. It's concerning. I'll have to talk to Hermione about it later. He needs treatment."

The sound of another wizard's name on her tongue made him furious; heat exploded through him. His hands on her hips, and he yanks Luna down onto his lap, her legs straddling his center. "You are mine, Luna." His cock was aware she was close, and it jerked in his robes, stiffening from the dramatic blood flow to his groin. 

"Oh, Neville, I know I am. Are you going to take care of me?" Luna's silver eyes met Neville's, and a wide smile took over her face. "I'm going to claim you now, and then you're going to fuck me all night. Sound good?"

"Yes, the fucking best," and he took her mouth, not wanting to talk another moment. He wanted her now, all of her, every single piece of her. Elation spread through his body with each pulse of his heart. She wants him. Luna chose him, and he will forever choose her. 

Breaking free from his mouth, she traveled his neck, licking and sucking his pale skin, leaving marks along the way. A jolt of excitement arose with the flick of her tongue over his gland; it patiently waited to be released, what he'd been waiting for. With another slide of her tongue, he was fully hard for her, and her heat was evident even through his pants. Luna's hand stroked his length over the fabric, and then she waved her wand, making them disappear. His cock throbbed in excitement, the rush of cold air, the feeling of her silky inner thigh, and damp panties all caressing him. "Are you ready, Neville? You feel ready." She asked as her soft hand rubbed his weeping cock.

"Oh fuck yes." He took her wrist in his mouth, applying long, wet kisses to her node, watching it make her grind into him harder. As the bright light of him being claimed surrounded him, Luna moved her panties and slid his mass fully inside. 

"Your turn, love," Luna breathed into his ear as he drove his dick up into her, still kissing her wrist. Using her other hand, Luna unbuttoned her shirt, exposing her long neck and chest to Neville. Her small perky tits were adorned in a pretty pink bralette. "Take me, Neville." She demanded, and he did as he was told. He will do whatever she tells him for the rest of his life. Neville pierced the gland with his teeth and licked it clean as she came in response. Her wetness covered him, making him feral. He didn't envision his first time being in the dungeons, but now he wouldn't want it to have happened any other way.

The morning's sun made Luna's hair shine a radiant platinum along her naked back. Sinking his teeth into her lip and squeezing her ass, he said goodbye. Neville headed towards the Gryffindor tower, needing to change before classes. With a skip in his step, he climbed the stairs, ready for the day.

~~~

"Who can tell me the root actions of physical to psychic transfiguration?" Professor Ballio asked the class. This is when Hermione Granger would answer the question in normal times, but today, she sat sandwiched between Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter. Since his return from the infirmary, Draco's classes were rearranged to allow him to stay with Hermione. Professor Ballio felt for Harry. The poor kid had to sit next to those two, looking lost and much less glamorous and glowy. Harry appeared tired, frustrated, and possibly depressed. Feeling so bad for Harry, the professor set a manifestation spell for him that morning to survive the night. The Strawberry Moon was on the horizon, and the evening promised to be spectacular. 

The Hermione sandwich sat silently, Draco drawing circles inside her wrist while the other two stared into space. To the professor's delight, Theo Nott had stepped up in Hermione's absence, answering many questions. She released the class and returned to her desk to prepare her things for the incoming class of first years; they always took a lot out of her. 

"Stay the fuck away from her," Harry growled as he lassoed Cormack McLaggen at the ankle and flung him across the classroom. 

Spinning on her heels, the professor approached Harry, who was panting. "You are going to need to be less violent, Harry."

"I'm sorry, professor, I'm so tired of this shit." He grimaced at his foul language, "I'm sorry. They are relentless. McLaggen was the fourth wizard I've fought off today, and now the ladies are coming for Draco. I - I don't know if I can fight them all off. What are they sprayed with some sort of attractant? This is insane." Harry was crazed, eyes red and wild, his hands waving manically. "Can we lock them in the tower? So, there aren't as many opportunities? Something?"

"I don't know, Harry, but you're doing a good job. Yeah, you're doing a great job protecting your friends." The professor had absolutely no idea what to say to make him feel better. He did have a valid point about locking them away for their protection. It would be only for one day, after all. However, she had a healthy bet on those two not making it beyond the night, and she would double her money if that creep Zacharias stole Hermione. While she is above interfering, she won't go and hex herself either. 

~~~

"Thank you all for meeting me here." The Headmistress says to the odd assortment of faculty, staff, and the most troublesome teenagers she's ever taught. They are huddled in a half-moon around her, all with varying amounts of attention on her. Professor Slughorn is enthralled with the season's drama, and she is fairly certain he is excited for the night's festivities. Madam Pomfrey was working on securing the potions cabinet and other contraband in the infirmary while she should have been listening. She was not happy this crowd was in her space. Lastly, Theo Nott stood in rapt attention, but his now-life partner Ginny was not. She was fidgeting, staring out the windows or up at the ceiling. It was good they were in the hospital wing; she could seek care from Poppy after this meeting adjourns. 

"Tonight is the night, people. We need to be incredibly vigilant this evening, so we will take some extreme precautions." McGonagall surveyed the group again. That annoyance Charlie Weasley actually rolled his eyes at her comment. He will regret doing that. We will secure this bunch of students here in the infirmary until sunrise when the madness has ended."

There were several scoffs from the students, but the loudest was from Madam Pomfrey, even though she already knew this was the plan. A supply cabinet in the back corner of the room slammed shut and locked. The bang was followed by a procession of sheets and blankets setting themselves out on all the unmade beds. That was a hopeful effort the Headmistress was certain was a waste of time. 

Parchments appeared in each of the faculty members' hands, containing their assignments for the night. "Please note your assignments for the evening. Professor Weasley, you will be staying here with the students. Professor Flitwick and Madam Pince, I will have you on the first-floor rounds. For the others, you will need to contain the other students inside their houses. The fewer we have out roaming the halls, the better. Is this understood?" There was yet to be a response from the bunch. "Does anyone have any questions?"

After a few rather self-explanatory questions, the group separated. "Hermione, Draco, Harry, a word, please," Minerva commanded more than asked. The trio looked tired and irritable, likely at the end of their rope. Leading them to the far corner of the room, she stealthily placed a silencing charm around them. Draco was still down from his Azkaban visit and noted that Poppy had given him some pepper before she went to her post for the night. This boy would need his strength and confidence.

"Well, this is it." She said, looking hard at Hermione. Aside from the legal nature of their relationship, Minerva had grown to love the witch. Once this horrid moon phase debacle is past them, she knows she'll go on to do great things, even if that is only to become Mrs. Malfoy. Her heart, combined with his power, wealth, and influence, can improve millions of lives. It seems odd to think Malfoy gold could be used for good and not just for superficial reasons. This was the first time she had a good feeling since this started. Always slightly superstitious, the Headmistress tucked that feeling away.

She held her hands out in front of them, and their wands appeared. "You will need these this evening," she said, returning them to their owners. "Please be careful tonight, and I recommend you do what you must early. Once you're bonded, the focus will shift to others. Hermione and Draco, I expect you two to protect Harry once your transition is complete. He will likely be a target."

Harry's face turned pale. The poor boy hadn't transitioned at all at this point and looked horrible. He was pale, his eyes dark holes, and he shook slightly, likely from lack of sleep. "Use whatever means necessary, but no one dies tonight. Is that understood?" Draco shifted, and his mouth snarled. "I mean it, Mr. Malfoy, do what is needed, but there will be no blood on your hands. You won't have a choice in the matter. I have locked this room, and no offensive spells beyond intermediate can be cast inside this space." All three scoffed, "This is for your protection too!" She shouts in response. "The others trying to get to you won't be able to either. If you can hold them off, use your brains, you can do this."

"Headmistress, why don't you just lock everyone in their dormitories? It seems like a simple fix." Harry asks. 

"Oh, I will be, but don't think for a minute that will stop them."

~~~

Charlie Weasley stared at his baby sister curled under the Nott punk's arm. He hated that she looked so happy; more than happy, she radiated joy and love. It made him want to puke. He was irritated he had to babysit again, but Charlie figured he was likely the best selection. After all, he is the only faculty member who didn't bet on tonight's turnout, and he wonders if McGonagall knew this. If so, she was more cunning than he realized. 

It was the beginning of summer, and the sun remained in the sky at nearly ten. This time of year was always exciting, the start of a season of heat, adventure, and possibly romance. Looking out the windows at the forest, he is reminded of a particular summer night he enjoyed in the company of a dragon-loving French Veela. He didn't care if it was magic, mind games, or manipulation; he loved how she manhandled him. Charlie decides to go on a solo trip to France once this school year wraps up. He's earned it.

~~~

"Hurry the fuck up, Blaise." Pansy hoarsely whispered. 

Blaise rubbed the back of his head, "I don't see why we're doing this, Pans. Do you really want Draco's knob that badly?" He was annoyed. He had been fucking this witch for how long, and she still wanted his friend. Blaise internally argues with himself; one thought is jealous of his mate getting everything, and the other feels for him and thinks he may deserve happiness. The poor shit did have a hell of a bad couple of years there. Blaise's time in the periphery seems like a playdate with the death eaters, while Draco practically slept with them. 

Pansy looked at him in disgust, "I am not going to let that mudblood whore steal him. He deserves better, Blaise."

"Oh, how magnanimous of you. Such a caring witch." He drawls. Pansy moves quickly down the hallway, past the boy's dormitories, towards another sitting room. "We're locked in, doll. Why don't you and I go shag the night away and move on with our lives?"

She made a snickering sound, and he imagined her face being twisted, but he was too busy watching her arse strut in her short skirt. "We're getting out. I hope you're ready to swim, Blaise."

"What the fuck?! You're mad. Are you seriously suggesting we break the seal for this?"

She stopped quickly and spun on her heels; the point of her wand dug into the soft skin under his chin before he could react. It was her fucking arse again, completely distracting him. "Yeah, I am. Do you have a problem with that? I don't need your help, but I figured you'd want a shot at claiming your own mate tonight. I will bind you and leave you to chat with the Baron all night. You know how good of company he keeps," she snarls.

Blaise was now half hard, and this scorpion's stinger was sharp. At the night's end, he may play along and take what's his. He could go either way. A lifetime with Pansy scared him, but that was also what was thrilling, even with that horrific nose.

"You are such a brat." He said it with surprisingly convincing nonchalance, which made her devious smile peek in the corners, and he wanted to kiss it. "Fine, I'll help you, but I don't know if this warrants an excuse to break the seal."

"I think so. We are keeping with the beliefs of our ancestors, keeping one of our own pure. After everything we lived through, we can't let him throw his legacy away because the fucking moon made him horny for a mudblood." Pansy's words were passionate, and Blaise couldn't recall her speaking this way about anything other than clothes. 

Pansy slides the tapestry of Salazar Slytherin conjuring snakes out of a caldron in the back sitting room. The brew bubbled, and the fire crackled a soft flame. Taking her wand, she sliced her index finger and drew several runes onto the stone wall. Journey, blood, and power were scrawled in crimson, then seeped into the porous wall. She whispered an incantation, and the stone rippled like it was made of satin, gently flowing in the breeze of her breath. She turned her head to the side, the smile stretched wide, "I've always wanted to do that," and she winked. Blaise's cock jumped at the odd moment. Pansy seemed like a happy, flirtatious schoolgirl. The uniform certainly didn't hurt. Pansy used her wand to move the silky curtain of stone to the side, and they slid into a small room that echoed with their footsteps and reeked of lake muck. A single torch illuminated the space, showing a rectangular biscuit in the center of the floor. The hatch will allow them access to the bottom entrance to the lake, a place Blaise had never wanted to visit.

He looked at his dragon skin shoes and frowned. "This better be worth it."

"Trust me, it will be." She promised with that smile, he now wants to bite.

~~~

"It's been surprisingly quiet, hasn't it, Irma?" Professor Flitwick says, looking out the eastern-facing windows. The large pink moon hung low in the sky despite it being near midnight. 

She nods in agreement, her fair skin lit in the moon's glow. "Yes, it has been quite nice." She adjusts her dark hair, pulling it back in a low chignon. 

Filius shuffled his feet, trying to work up some gumption. He has watched her from afar for years, and with the news she dumped Flitch, the disgusting wanker, Filius was determined to make a move. "How do you feel about taking another lap and having a nightcap? We can lounge in my office or the library."

Irma scoffs, "Filius, there's no food or drinks in the library. "You are naughty. Ten points from Ravenclaw." He thought she was serious until she flashed a half smile his way. The pair walked side by side away from the hospital wing, neither speaking but much closer now.

~~~

There was a crash of pots and pans in the kitchens, but no one stirred. A rumble from beneath the basement kitchen shook the walls again, and more clattering came as a massive wooden hutch full of china toppled over. Broken bits crunched under the feet of several Hufflepuff students as they emerged from a tunnel connecting their common room to the school's pantry.

"That will show them, thinking they could lock us in." One male voice says a little too loudly.

"Shut up, you prat," Zacharias scolds. Professor Sprout said we needed to be quiet. There are professors stationed throughout the castle. I'm going on my own; I'm not risking being caught with any of you fools."

"Speak for yourself, you are such an arse." Hannah Abbott says with a curled lip. "No one wants to be with you anyway. Helga, help the poor witch who gets matched with you."

Zacharias snickers, "You're just sour because Loony stole your man. He looked like he had a good night of shagging." He said this, moving his hips suggestively, and was met by a perfectly placed swelling jynx, fattening his bottom lip to the size of a jellied slug. Flipping her hair over her shoulder, Hannah gave him a raised eyebrow and a scowl. A breeze of honey lemon cake danced across his nose, and he swore he could taste it on his fat lips. 

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"I am going to get you back for that," Ginny said under her breath as she dragged Theo across the infirmary. 

He couldn't help but laugh; he loved it when her cheeks turned a shade brighter red than her fiery hair. "I don't see what I could have possibly done wrong. You seemed quite enthralled during the Headmistress's pep talk."

Her perfectly arched eyebrow peeked, highlighting her golden brown eyes staring at him. "I would not call that enthralled. It was nearly impossible to hold an orgasm in front of everyone. Especially my brother, now I want to puke, Theo."

Theo grimaces, forgetting that tidbit and how awkward that could be. "I will keep my charms to myself from now on. I'll be on my best behavior, I swear, my love."

Ginny softened. "Please don't keep them to yourself forever; just use more discretion next time, OK?" She went on her toes and kissed his cheek. 

The couple do their best to seem concerned for their friends, but they take every chance they can to hide from Charlie and snog. Time moves slowly, but they have started hearing activity in the hall. At one point, Theo was certain the doors would be blasted off, but they held in place against all sorts of spells. The same was true of the windows as well as the ceiling. Clearly, a gang of Hufflepuff's are out there; other houses would have given up by now. 

"Merlin, that racket in the hallway is annoying. How much time do we have left?"

Theo smoothly conjures a pocket watch and holds it to her, "About ninety minutes. Sunrise is at 4:34 today."

"Gods, I love how smart you are." Ginny attacks his mouth, tackling him to the floor behind the end cot.

"For fucks sake, Ginny! I can see you." Charlie screams from the other end of the infirmary. He grumbles about hating teenagers and can't believe he has a Nott as a future family member. 

Out of breath and with swollen lips, Theo helps Ginny up to her feet. 

"I hate to interrupt your snog session, but I wanted to pick your brains," Hermione says, dragging Draco behind her. "I'm worried they will get in, but we don't have a plan. I hate to admit this, but I'm not operating at my usual level, so I was hoping you two could think of a way out of here when things go all cattywampus."

"My, my, my." Theo rocks on his heels, gloating only a little. "The great Hermione Granger needs my help. I never saw that day coming until I became a genius, and you–" He is promptly hit with a stinging hex by Draco.

"Stop being a tosser and start thinking up a plan. I thought McGonagall cared for a minute until she left a damn weasel to protect us. Fucking absurd." Draco turns around and looks at Harry, who is lying on a cot at the other end of the room. His lips are pursed when he turns back, looking more worried than usual. "We don't have much time left." He kissed Hermione's temple and strode over towards the sleeping wizard.

Theo watched his friend construct a large tent over Potter's bed. It is made of heavy taupe canvas. Its peek is anchored to the wall above the tall windows and drapes like an awning over several beds. It was quite elegant for a canvas tent. Theo is relieved his friend is still quite capable despite the moon making him a Neanderthal.  

"What the hell is he doing?" Ginny asks. 

Hermione blushes, "Oh, he doesn't want to bond in front of everyone."

"Ha, stage fright!" Ginny laughs, and she elbows Theo. "You didn't have any of that, did you, dimples?"

Theo bit his lip, "Never." He kissed her hand and looked back to see Draco warding the tent. "Why did he put Potter in there?"

~~~

While quiet in the infirmary, the halls are a war zone. Curses and hexes are crashing into the stone walls, sending rubble in all directions. The smell of smoke mixed with putrid rot is heavy in the air. The Ravenclaws are trying to get through the shielded walls and doors. They have graduated to acid spells attempting to dissolve the barrier—valiant efforts, but so far, unsuccessful.

Blaise is not happy. Despite scourgifying his clothes and shoes, he is a mess. He seriously underestimated the vileness of the muck and now knows why it is called Black Lake. He is standing in an alcove hidden in the shadow, and Pansy is doing the same in the next window seat. Ever the Slytherins, they patiently wait for another group to break the fortress and will go in with blazing wands. At this point, it has mostly been groups of Huffles and Ravens anxiously clamoring to get in. It seems stupid for all of them to try to get to the same three students. The odds are not in their favor. The Gryffindors are absent in the chaos, which strikes him as strange. Normally, they would try with all their might in the typical barbaric and unplanned way. 

Around the corner, Blaise spots Daphne creeping into the hall and sliding under an ornate closet. She can often appear vapid, mostly speaking of skincare and fashion, but he knows it's a front. Deep down, she is ruthless and cunning. He thinks of her as a wolf in sheep's clothing—a sexy wolf. She doesn't see him watching her, but he seems to be scouting out the hall, heading toward the clock tower. 

More blasts shake the corridor, and the walls opposite the infirmary begin to crumble. A small blond Ravenclaw slinks behind Anthony Goldstein and hits him with a stupefy. His mass thumps to the ground, and his friends just stand in shock, watching the small witch mount his chest and bite his neck like a damn vampire. She levitates his body behind her as she saunters down the hallway with blood trailing down her chin and neck. 

"Fuck." Blaise doesn't mean to whisper out loud. 

The kidnapping sparks a wave of others desperately trying to match before the night ends. Terry Boot casts a chain around Padma Patil's wrist and whips her towards him. In a move much more slick than one would expect, he kisses her fiercely, and her hands instantly go into his thick brown hair. Barely looking up, he fires a massive expulsion spell at an oncoming Hufflepuff. The poor fellow lands several meters down the hall in a flop of robes, bruises, and likely broken bones. The beautiful witch jumps into his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist. The two barely make it down the hall before they are both covered in blood and laughing in extreme joy. 

Slytherins hide in the wings while the Ravens and Huffles tear each other apart. Duels materialize, witches attack witches, and wizards do the same. Millicent Bulstrode is camouflaged to look like a trophy cabinet and moves towards a group of dueling students. Aggressively, she Accios the petite Susan Bones to her arms. Millicent places her hand on Susan's cheek, her thumb wiping away some soot from the charred wall. The witches kiss in a fury like this is something they both have been waiting years for. Hand in hand, they run off, disappearing around the corner. 

Millicent sparked a desire in Blaise. What if he just went and took what he wanted? She did it, and it worked out fine. Getting his wand and head ready, he decides he will act. Now is the time. Taking a step into the light cast from the large moon, Blaise inches ahead. 

"Move out of the way losers!" An arrogant voice billows down the hallway. Cormac McLaggen runs down the hall, wielding something shiny. "I'm going in and taking what is mine." Running towards Blaise with his arms in the air, he looks crazed. 

"Holy shit, is that the sword of Gryffindor?" Zacharias yells. "How the fuck did you get that?"

Cormac approaches the doors, his sword held high above his head, ready to stab the wards. "Don't make me kill you all; Hermione is mine, " he proclaims. 

Thrusting the sword forward, the ward explodes. Brilliant blue light bursts through the corridor, temporarily blinding everyone. Blaise hides his face in his hands, as the light flashes and shrapnel is pelted towards the students. Once the air settles, he hesitantly peeks through his fingers. Daphne has captured Cormac, a clever witch who got her man. She is dragging him down the hall by his dragon skin boots. The bloke had no idea what he did. 

Blaise felt defeated, having just decided he wanted Daphne. The sting of a hex crosses his back. Before he can react, he is yanked back several meters, landing on his arse. A witch's arms are wrapped around him, and he sees Gryffindor's colors. Her breathing is harsh in his ear. "I have been waiting for you to show yourself. I've had my eye on you."

Blaise racked his brain, trying to match the voice, but wasn't making the connection. His brain stopped rolling through every lady lion when the smell of cardamom syrup drifted by his nose. He dreamed of the sticky, sweet donut holes from his favorite restaurant in London. 

"Gulab jamun," He whispered. 

"That's my favorite dessert," she says in his ear. "Are you ready to be mine?"

He twists around to see but already knows who it is. "Pavarti, you want me?"

"What's not to want?" She moves her hands to cradle his face. "You're smart, funny, wickedly handsome."

 "Don't forget, I'm rich and well-hung."

"You just keep getting better." She smiles. "Come on, let's get out of here."

Feeling like a billion galleons, Blaise rises to take his witch's hand. Linking arms, they strut down the hall, firing curses at incoming students. One shot nearly blasts off his head, shielding it; the spell ricochets and blasts a chandelier. 

"Blaise! Where the fuck do you think you're going?" Pansy screams from her cover. "Dammit, Blaise!" 

He doesn't look back, he's fucked with a scorpion long enough.

~~~

"Fucking Merlin's nuts!" Charlie yells as the interior wall of the infirmary shakes like an Atomic Bombardo hit it. 

Chunks of the intricately designed walls and ceiling break and crash onto the stone floor. A large piece of an arch fell onto Draco's tent but was repelled by his wards. Hermione looks at Draco, who hasn't stopped pacing, and Harry, sleeping through the madness. She knew something was wrong with them and wished she were back to her normal thought capacity. She was not cut out for being slow and vapid like some of her counterparts at school. She could never sit around giggling at wizards' stupid jokes or put on heirs to get them to turn an eye. Direct is the method that has worked best up until now. She was direct with Draco at the beginning of this mess, and now everything felt upside down. With the number of obstacles they have had to overcome, she wondered if there wasn't some kind of mess up. The moon got its wires crossed. When Draco built the tent, she pictured they would have bonded immediately. However, he is now wound tight and won't go near her. He's fighting some internal battle, and she wishes he would allow her to help with the fight. 

Harry, on the other hand, seemed ill. He was thin, on the verge of sickly, and an eerie grey hue had taken over his normally cheery face. She hadn't seen him that way in several weeks. There was a moment while he played bodyguard when he seemed content. He was relaxed and started his usual joking around, even with Draco. The two were actually getting along. However, as they approached the Strawberry Moon, his demeanor deteriorated along with his appearance. 

"I'm coming in; you better have clothes on!" Charlie hollers as he attempts to enter. "Fuck! Did you put an electrifier spell on this?" She hears him grumbling outside the door and allows him in.

Charlie is disheveled, and his face flushed in frustration. She once found him handsome, but now she's sorry to say she has the ick. Fighting to stop her face from twisting in his presence, she gives him a fake smile.

"We need to go. The students are breaking through; I suspect the ward is down. It won't be long now." Charlie says while shaking out his hand. A sense of pride washes over her, seeing the strength in Draco's defensive spells. It is then replaced with the sad realization that he likely honed those skills trying to protect himself while Voldemort lived in his home. How strong must your wards be to sleep under the same roof as that monster? Probably even stronger than hers, and she was quite skilled, nearly perfecting advanced wards during their time hunting Horcruxes. 

"Draco, it's time. We can end this madness."  He didn't look at her, his hand on his forehead. "Draco!" 

There is more banging and the clattering of stones falling. "Hey lovers, we are leaving now! Theo opened the wall." Ginny yells.

Draco grabbed Hermione's hand and shot a stunner at Harry, making him jump out of bed. "Come on, we're leaving," he said, barreling through the tent's opening. 

"Draco, why are you doing this?" Hermione asked quietly, but he didn't respond or look at her. Dread sat in her stomach as she followed him towards the magical archway created in the east-facing wall. Theo's arch of glistened golden masonry, easily holding up the stone edifice. 

"Nice touch, babe," Ginny says as she and Hermione sit and slide down more gold to the ground. "Where are we going?"

"Head towards the Quidditch pitch!" Theo shouts from up above. 

Hermione sees Harry, Draco, Theo, and Charlie standing at the opening. A flash of red light surrounds them. The crack of a Flemus curse bursts through the other windows, and shards of glass rain down on them while some melt and drip down the side of the castle. Hermione spots Pansy through the flames, her wand drawn on the wizards. Sending a series of spells, Hermione fired: paralyzers, leg lockers, and stunners. Pansy was quick with her deflection casting and was only hit in the left arm with a paralyzer. It hung on her chest and swung around as she cursed at the wizards approaching Draco. Ginny cast a Laquem spell, lassoing her around the ankle and yanking her out the window. Hermione was on top of her instantly, binding the witch and punching her in the face. 

"Stay away from us! Why are you so persistent to take him from me?" Hermione screamed in her face. She shook Pansy by the robes, demanding an answer, but the witch's head fell back. 

"Nice hit, Mione." Ginny says, "Here come the guys. We need to go."

Hermione was seized around the waist and hoisted in the air as she dropped the knocked-out witch. Her hands are locked to his sides, and she cannot move her wand. Flying towards the Forbidden Forest, Hermione fights to see her kidnapper. Kicking her legs and jerking her body, she can turn partway to see Zacharias's annoying face. 

"Not you, oh no. You are going to regret this. I am going to make your life a living hell if you steal me." Hermione threatens. 

"You say that now, but when I bite you, you'll fucking love me. You'll be begging for me, all of me. It's going to be amazing, the Golden Girl begging for my cock." He snickers as he descends just beyond Hagrid's hut. 

"You're vile." Hermione spats as she attempts to break free from his hold and falls to the ground. Pulling her legs underneath her, she uses her chin to balance and get up onto her feet. Wiggling her wand, she attempts to hex the lubber, but he merely laughs at her. 

Zacharias waves his wand around similarly at his hip, laughing hysterically. "Whoo-hoo, look at me. Let me save the world." 

Hermione watched the tosser laugh and joke around and poke fun at her like she was some useless, weak witch. He wants her because she's famous, yet she triggers all his insecurities. Zacharias knows she is more powerful than him. She could take him down with her pinky. Rage boiled in her gut. She was sick of arses like him, and they were plentiful. At least one in every crowd. Insecure, childish arses. 

Her fingers tingle with her magic, and she feels it crackle around her. Hermione's magic expands like electric currents flowing through her, emitting an aura around her. With each angry breath, it grows, pulsating in time. 

"It's time to be my witch." He snickered as he pushed his blonde hair out of his face. 

Zacharias made his way over to her, standing only inches away. He smelled like rotten fruit, even worse than in the library. Then he had a mildly spoiled smell, and now he's gone fully bad. Bile rose in her throat, and she fought her body from dry heaving. Nauseous waves beat her body as he slowly approached, taunting her. They were centimeters away from each other. His breath in her face pushed her closer to vomiting. Zacharias gently placed his calloused hand on her cheek and stroked his thumb along her bottom lip. It was a strange, tender moment from a wizard who was antagonizing her a moment earlier. She'll never understand why a man would want to be with a woman when he clearly hated her. 

Zacharias leaned down, his mouth coming closer to hers. Hermione's hands still firmly adhered to her hips like they were chained, and the weight of them was dragging her down. She sucked in a breath, channeling her magic. Closer his thin lips leaned, she felt him moving inside her aura. Staring into his mud-brown eyes, she waited for him to close them, then attacked. Rearing her head back, she slammed it forward, headbutting him in the nose. The force from her head's magical push expelled him beyond Hagrid's pumpkin patch. At the same time, streaks of blue and yellow peppered the air as Draco and Harry sprinted towards her. 

"Hermione!" Draco screamed, getting to her first and wrapping her in his arms. "Oh gods, are you OK?" He pulled back to look at her with tears in his eyes. He was panicking. "I thought I lost you," and he squeezed her twice as hard. 

Harry came up behind and touched her shoulder as if he needed to touch her to ensure she was OK. "Zacharias, you are going to pay!" He fired hexes, flopping the wizard around like a rag doll. 

"Harry, I'm fine. You can stop now." Hermione tried to soothe him, but he kept going. 

Charging at him, Harry screamed. "You almost ruined everything. You motherfucking knobhead." With each word was another smack of Zacharias's body into the ground. More spells flashed through the sky in their direction. "When is this going to end?" It was more of a cry than a question. 

"Right now," Draco said, pulling Hermione towards Hagrid's shack. "Let's go, Potter."

"Not so fast there, hotty," Pansy says, appearing around the corner of the shack. 

"Why didn't you guys bind her properly?" Hermione scolded. 

"Oh, they did; I simply had backup. Didn't I?"

Following her gaze, Charlie came into view. His wand pointed at Harry. "Yes, you did. Seems I can live a bloody good life if I help this one get with Malfoy. Why would she want to? I have no idea. Turns out, the Sacred 28 can pay well. Better than this nuthouse." Charlie moved smoothly, bringing his wand to Harry's side. "Hermione, be a good girl and come over here. Let that wanker go to Pansy. She's paid handsomely."

Everything went shaky, like the ground was moving, but it was only her. How had they gotten this far to lose each other now? Looking into Draco's grey eyes, he appeared oddly calm. Like he knew all along. He gave her the softest nod and kissed the inside of her wrist before stepping towards Pansy. Tears were coming; she couldn't allow this to be it. Looking at Harry, his eyes were wild, the green nearly glowing. That rage returned, and Hermione decided she was fighting even if they weren't. The Confundus charm left her mouth before she knew she was casting, her wand pointed at Charlie, then circling around to Pansy. Charlie's robes yanked him back as Pansy's ripped her to the ground. Harry cast a quick Knockback jinx, sending Charlie soaring onto Pansy. Hermione was sure the two were secure and binding them together. They were not going to be interrupted again.

"I'll make you both suffer with the other's presence. Merlin, everyone has lost their damn minds." Hermione said, wiping her forehead. 

Standing in the shack, the sun was just starting to show its light on the horizon. "We don't have time; we need to do this," Draco said nervously, combing his fingers through his hair. "I-I need..."

"I can't let you do this, Draco." Harry stopped him, interrupting his speech. "I was there."

"What do you mean?" Hermione asked nervously.

Harry's pale face glowed in the last light of the moon. "I was there, in the Astronomy Tower. I was under my invisibility cloak."

"You were watching us? That's gross, Harry." Hermione chided.

"No, well, kind of.." His green eyes were wild, and his pupils dilated, making them look like dark discs. "I was pulled there. I think you were supposed to find me there, Hermione. We are supposed to be together. I have been going mad for the last two months fighting this, and it doesn't make sense at all. But you are all I think about day and night."

Draco has gone ghost white, and his hands are fists at his side. "I think this would have been a good conversation to have like days ago!" He screams at Harry. "I have been going insane over here, not knowing what to do and now you make it crystal clear at the eleventh hour. Fucking wanker." Draco took Hermione's wrist and kissed it.

"Stop kissing her! I am so sick of seeing you kiss her!" Harry screams. 

"She's both of ours," Draco says calmly. "When the Headmistress took me to visit my father, he shared his memory of the last moon cycle. In that one, your mother and my father were the initial match. But my mother and your father stole them. You and I were never supposed to exist."

"So, what?" Harry says, thick in sarcasm. "Hermione chooses?"

"No, she gets both of us. Forever."

~~~

"Settle in, folks. There were several big winners last night," Madam Hooch says as she pours some fire whiskey into her coffee. The betting grid appears at the end of the table, the large parchment flashing red and green along different columns. We had some upsets and a couple of twists. First, Professor Slughorn, congrats on selecting two pairs: Greengrass/ McLaggen and Longbottom/ Lovegood."

He stands from his chair, happily accepting his galleons. "From what I was told, I almost won a third, lost by the skin of my teeth."

Rolanda nods her head and marks off the next winners. "OK, Sybil, you won, dear. I never would have thought this one would be right. I guess you are a good seer, after all."

The Divination professor crosses the room to collect her winnings. "I saw it clear as day in my tea leaves. Charlie Weasley and the Parkinson girl. It looks like they have already left. I can't wait to hear what Molly thinks of that union. I'll see it in my crystal ball later." She giggles.

The faculty reviewed all of the other matches. Professor Flitwick tossed a chair at one point, losing every bet. Rolanda watches Madam Pince rub his back and wonders when they become so friendly. 

Lastly, the major upset of the evening- Hermione Granger's matching. It appears no one won this bet, so the house wins." She smiles, putting the remaining winnings in her flight robes. "Don't worry, I'll buy everyone a drink at the Leaky once the heathens leave."

"That is unfair. How did no one win?" Professor Balio asks in frustration.

Madam Hooch's smile spread wide. "Well, it appears she matched with both the Malfoy boy and our one and only Harry Potter." The room went silent. 

"Poor dear. Two husbands, that sounds terrible." Sybil scoffs. 

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"Oh, you're home!" Hermione's face brightens, and her smile spreads wide. "I wasn't expecting you until later. Come, husband, kiss me." She holds out her left hand, taking his cheek in her palm. Harry looks tired but touches his lips to her wrist before bending down and kissing softly on her mouth. Her eyes are closed tight, and she makes that small moan she makes when she hasn't seen him in a while. 

"I've missed you, Mi," Harry whispers in her ear, running his hand down her face to her pregnant belly. "How are my babies doing?" Harry kisses her again, taking in her sweet smell. 

An arrogant laugh cracks behind him, "Your babies? Presumptuous of you. I'm certain they are both mine." Draco teases while rubbing Hermione's feet. "Welcome home. How did everything go at the manor?"

Harry stiffens. "Um, OK. The main floor is clear, and the west wing is halfway there, but-" Harry takes his glasses off and pinches the bridge of his nose. "How did you grow up in that place?" Draco laughs at his question. "I'm serious, Draco. The curses on the East wing alone will kill our wife. The babies will graduate from Hogwarts when the cellar is cleared."

Draco waves a hand at him. "What can I say? I'm special." He shrugged and was met with two hard looks. "I'll be there the rest of the week with my team; we'll have the curses cleared in no time. We need to get out of this dump. I am not bringing my babies home to this," he looks around the dark kitchen and then at Harry's hard glare. "Depressing home. If we didn't have a better option, I'd be all for renovating again. Fortunately, that isn't necessary." 

Hermione looked around and agreed. It was always dark and cold in Grimmauld Place. "It would be nice to be somewhere brighter." She smiled. I wish I could help. You know my team would have cleared the manor by now."

Harry squeezed her shoulders, "The Healer said you are on desk duty for the remainder of your pregnancy. Curse breaking is far too dangerous in your condition." She tilted her head up, pursing her lips at him even though he was right.  

"I hate that." She mumbled.

Harry looked down at her, his green eyes catching her breath. "I know you do, Mi." His strong hands squeezed her shoulders again, and then he went to pour himself some coffee. 

Draco leaned close to her, "You know I'll bring you some small cursed artifacts to break at the office. It's our secret, my love," and he winked at her. She wrinkled her nose at him, giving him a flirtatious smile. "I have to go now." Leaning over, Draco kissed her deeply, dragging his tongue along hers, and her heart skipped when he bit her lip. "I love you. You are the most beautiful witch in the world, carrying my babies. I'm the luckiest." Placing another peck on her cheek, he stood. 

Hermione looked at her men standing side by side in the kitchen, caring for her. They were almost the same size; Harry was just a hair shorter and slighter than his blond partner. Draco was wrong; she was the luckiest. Many of her friends have called her selfish, taking the two most wanted wizards in Magical London for herself. They can call her that because they were right. These men were hers. On paper, she would describe her husbands the same: intelligent, talented, powerful, caring, and insanely handsome. However, they were opposites in their approaches, which made Hermione's life full. She wants nothing more; they have given her everything and more soon. 

Draco elbowed Harry on his way out. "She has been an absolute joy to sleep with, be prepared."

"I'm not that bad." She grimaced, "right?"

"Oh no, love. Being your body pillow is amazing, especially when you move around all night."

She scoffs and throws her napkin at his obnoxiously handsome face, "It isn't my fault. Baby Bean was doing cartwheels, while Baby Tater Tot was doing somersaults."

"And so were you." He winked again and mouthed, 'I love you' as he grabbed his wand and headed to the door. "I'll see you both on Friday. Date night, it's my pick this week," and the door closed behind him.

Harry unbuttoned his collar and sat beside Hermione at the table, his hand on her thigh. He was always touching her. Harry's subtle possessive power moves. Hand grazing her skin, gently squeezing. He says it's to make sure she's really there; he's still struggling with things after the war, and their moon phase didn't help. Draco handles his PTSD by obsessing over safety. Them moving to the manor is his latest fixation, even though it is definitely needed. It took every bit of a decade to get the Malfoys in decent standing with each other. But once their relationship was moving towards positive, Draco made quick moves to take over his family's estate. While he didn't need his family or their wealth to thrive, Draco argued it would make their lives easier in the long run. Neither Harry nor Hermione could argue with his reasoning. 

"I found the room Draco was talking about for the babies. It really is perfect. There is a view of the rose garden and the reflection pond. There is an orchard, stables full of animals, and a lake stocked with fish. It's a damn dream. Our kids will be spoiled rotten, and that's not even thinking about the elves and Draco's mum giving them whatever they want. I can't wrap my head around living in that place; we'll live like royals, Mi. It's crazy."

"I know. I'm certain he's richer than the Queen. I keep wondering what my parents would think."

Harry laughed, "Can you imagine what your dad would say about you having two husbands?"

Hermione took his hand in hers, "I think my mom would be impressed."

Harry leaned forward, staring hard into her eyes, "You know they both would be impressed; you've done much more than marry to blokes." 

~~~

"Merlin, Hermione, do you have to do everything perfectly?" Ginny whines. She bounces her two-year-old son, Thaddeus, in her arms as she walks towards the bassinet, flanking the window overlooking the gardens. "Seriously, how did you get knocked up by both of them? That is some real witchcraft there." Thaddeus's chubby cheeks were rosy pink as he gnawed on his finger, drool dripping from his chin. He has his father's hair and skin tone but Ginny's bright brown eyes. Hermione is convinced he'll be a mirror image of Theo but will have George's personality. He is already full of giggles and mischief, even as a toddler. 

Hermione rocks them gently, looking at the sleeping newborn boys. One is fair with the faintest hint of silvery hair, and the other has a headful of wild mahogany waves. "It wasn't that hard, really. A simple ovulation charm combined with a potion to induce two eggs, fertility potions for them to stick, and knowing my ovulation schedule got it done right the first time."

"Oh, that's all." Ginny laughs.

Hermione snickers, "Having two fairly possessive husbands isn't all fun and games." 

"Fairly possessive? I'm pretty sure Harry growled at that man wanting a picture with you at dinner the other night. I never thought I would say this, but Draco behaves better. In public anyway."

"Yes, well, he has his moments too. He is better at managing his emotions and is stealthier in his tactics. You know he can't get away with as much as Harry. Harry could pull the wig off a witch, and her husband would shake his hand." Draco always settled the score; it may not be at the exact moment, but the offender always got what was coming to them, one way or another. 

"Can you imagine the heartbreak one would have if they didn't have a baby of their own? Poor things had learned how to share me, and it wasn't always pretty. There were a couple of times I wasn't sure we would make it. However, we have a system that works for us, but with having a baby, I wasn't going to chance seeing how it went." 

Hermione left out one other tidbit in her fertility spell work, but the thought of sharing the detail made her flush from head to toe and her tits harden with milk. Rather than have to pump again, she decided to keep the juicy memory for herself and her men, of course.

It took Hermione eight months to learn how to make their miracle happen. Scouring the Malfoy library, the Ministry archives, and all of St. Mungos' journals and white pages, she searched for the answer to her dilemma. Fortunately, her boys were used to seeing her nose in a book, so with easy charms to change the covers of the texts, no questions were brought up when she would read late into the night. They would have said they were OK with having children naturally–both swallowing their pride. However, she knew it would destroy the one who didn't conceive, so Hermione refused to test it.

One day, while they were assisting Narcissa in her seasonal move to France, Draco, and Hermione helped go through her many jewelry cabinets. The elves had already done much of the work, but Narcissa insisted they see if they wanted any pieces.

It was there that Hermione found the answer. The tall mirrored cabinet was open, displaying sparkling chains against navy blue velvet drawers. One chain caught her eye. "Is that jade and moonstone together?" Hermione sheepishly asked. "It's beautiful; you don't see it very often." The contrast of smooth stones and gleaming gold hypnotized Hermione. She wanted to gently slide the soft beads through her fingers and tightly pull the chain around her wrist. 

Narcissa looked over her shoulder at her son, on his knees, digging through a drawer full of brooches. "It is, and it has been in the Malfoy family for over three centuries. It's a body chain with some special uses. Do you know what these stones are used for, Hermione?"

Hermione couldn't take her eyes off the sparking piece. "Yes, I have been reading a lot about it." Her voice was faint, and she wondered if she had said anything aloud. 

Narcissa leaned over Hermione's shoulder, moving her hair. "I think you should take it; you can put it to good use." 

Hermione turned her head, looking at the witch who changed her family's future. "Thank you. You're OK if we use it? If we…" Her words drifted off.

"I hope you do." Narcissa softly encouraged so Draco couldn't hear.

It took another six weeks for Hermione to have everything prepared and have the confidence to pull off this feat. She had several failed attempts at brewing the needed potions. It didn't help that the throuple worked and lived together. There was very little time and space to brew privately. Eventually, she bit the bullet and brewed all night while they slept. The purple fertility potion smelled foul until the very end, when the last bit of red flames burned off her enchanted fire, and the steam began to curl in a perfect pipe curl. Hermione knew the smell, a wonderful mix of tobacco, whiskey, citrus, and ice. The beautiful combination of her husbands: cold, refreshing, and burns on the way down. Just smelling the brew, the low of her abdomen flexed, her muscles preparing for ovulation. 

Bottling the purple swirling liquid into three separate vials, she ran her arithmancy again and consulted her period tracker, ensuring she aligned just right. Her cycle and the full moon wouldn't align again until February, five months from then. Hermione was certain she could not hold her boys off from trying to conceive until then, as both were practically begging. Draco would subtly bring it up when her heart was open to hearing it like he knew. Other times, he would bring her gifts with innuendos, like a perfect white lily floating at her desk under a stasis charm or bringing her a pomegranate. Attached to his gifts were beautiful sonnets and couplets expressing his love for her and all she brings to their family. Again, it is subtle but sensual and intentional. 

On the other hand, Harry was direct and spoke from the heart. He would hold Thaddeus in her face, make her smell his head, or tickle his toes. "Imagine how beautiful our baby would be, Mi. I can't wait to see you pregnant with my baby." It was usually followed by a low hum, almost a growl, his possessive side taking over. Both wizards' tactics worked. They were very clever and persistent, and she was thankful to have the answer finally. 

"Date night tonight, I hope everyone is ready for my choice." Hermione smiled brightly at Draco and Harry while eating lunch at her desk. They both looked at her with piqued interest from the other side. Her skin felt tingly, and her cheeks heated, thinking about their coming night. She had taken the first dose of the potions the day before and took the second earlier that morning. Her body responded as it should, but a bit more dramatic than a usual ovulation phase. It reminded her of the moon's first transition, hair shining, breasts full, and her skin glowing. Even her face shape changed slightly, becoming more narrow with higher cheekbones. Unfortunately, a persistent cramp pulsed from both of her ovaries, but that was the intent after all. 

"Where are we going? Any hints?" Harry asked. 

She shook her head. "Only that we will already be dressed for the Ministry Ball, but we'll absolutely be leaving early. I get at least two dances with each of you," she said, pointing at Harry. "I mean it, two dances, then we'll have fun." 

"I'll take all of his." Draco flirts and Harry sends a quick stinging hex to Draco's ankle.

"Stop kissing arse." Harry scolds.

Draco holds up his hands in mock surrender, "What? I enjoy it, and I'm amazing at it. You can take over when Hermione wants to sing karaoke. That is not my thing." He smiles smugly, "It's a balance; at least, that is the usual lecture."

Another hex was shot at his foot, "I will dance with my wife, even if I am terrible at it."

That night, Hermione takes one last look in the mirror before meeting the guys downstairs. Her black formal gown had small straps at the shoulder line with a plunging neckline. Fitted through the waist and hips, the dress cascaded into a perfectly rippled train. The body chain sat lightly across her chest, as two thin chains wrapped around her neck, connecting at her heart chakra in a delicate V of alternating jade and moonstones. Off each stone was another thin gold chain draping perfectly from her heart over her now full breasts. Another swoop of a chain connected at her breast bone, traveling down her center to her lower abdomen. A small spacing of the stones adorns her midriff, activating her sacral chakra. The fertility artifact was in place, and her blood flowed straight to her uterus, preparing for what was to come. She had never felt more beautiful, powerful, and sensual. This chain could be addictive.

Coming down the rickety stairs, Hermione does her best to look elegant without falling on her face. While they have done extensive work to fix their home, the Black Family magic holds fights to hold onto some of the old aesthetic. For some reason, the staircase is a particularly attached piece of the house. Her stilettos snag on the fraying runner, and she nearly topples over but is caught by Harry. 

"You look beautiful, Mi," Harry says while looking into her eyes. She stepped back, and he twirled her around; the green was bright as his eyes widened in response to her attire. "Fuck, I mean, you look incredible. Gorgeous. Wow!"

Draco's eyes were wide, but he remained silent, apparently stunned. He blinked several times at her and tilted his head as though he were inspecting her. He took her other arm, and they reemerged in Gala's floo lobby. "I call the first dance," Draco said, nearly ripping Hermione from Harry's arm. 

"Draco, we just got here," Hermione was spun out on the dance floor with all of Draco's grace. 

He pulled her body close, his breathing heavy. Draco's usual calm demeanor was replaced with a fire. "Is that what I think it is, Hermione?"

Craning her neck to see her tall husband's face, Hermione gave a small nod and bit her lip. She wasn't sure why she was so nervous at this moment. "It is. Are you OK with that?"

Draco looked stunned. "Am I OK with it? Hermione, I can't even comprehend the happiness I feel now. We should leave; let's go. We have more important things to do. I need to put a baby in you tonight."

"Easy there nundo, let's have a couple of dances first. Consider it foreplay."

"I like the way you think." Draco spun and dipped her back, and Hermione was never so thankful for sticking charms and holding her breasts in her dress. His lips landed on her sternum and skittered their way up her chest, throat, and face. "You are stunning tonight, my love. I'm sorry. Your beauty and the chain bewitched me, and I couldn't speak."

Giving him a peck on the cheek, she cooed, "You are forgiven."

Draco led Hermione around the dancefloor. Their dance was the same as the other couples, but theirs had more flare. Dips were lower, lifts were higher, and Draco's eyes never left hers. It was erotic without doing anything out of the ordinary, and Hermione thought this was a magnificent first round of foreplay. 

"Does Harry know what you're wearing?"

She shook her head, and a mischievous grin peaked, "I can't wait to see his reaction. It will be priceless."

Hermione was right to be excited to see Harry's reaction. The poor guy stood with a mouth full of whiskey when Hermione whispered in his ear about their plan for the rest of the evening. Standing unable to swallow but fighting from spitting out the burning whiskey, he eventually stomached it down. His hands were roaming her curves, and he did not care that people saw. "Why are we still here, Mi? Let's go home." His voice turned deep and raspy as they danced. Soft pleas rumbled in her ears and traveled to her core. "I can't wait to be inside you, with you wearing nothing but this magnificent chain. Please, can we go home?" More begging left his sweet lips, another fabulous round of foreplay. "I can make you feel good. Don't you want that, Mi?"

It was becoming impossible to resist them; two men begging to touch her, pleading to be inside her, wanting to fill her with their heir. It was a new kink Hermione didn't know she would like, but the thought of it billowed her fire. 

"I will worship every centimeter of you tonight, my love. No part of you will be left untouched." Draco murmured in her hair, recited her favorite poem in a low whisper, and then repeated it in French. She loved it when he did that. The rhythmic words flowed from his beautiful mouth, soaked in sex and sparking her arousal. "You look more beautiful tonight than our first night under the moon, Hermione. Everything about you is more. More luscious in your curves, your tits look incredible. I bet you even taste better. I'm going to eat you for an hour." He stroked her face, his gray eyes boring into her.

"An hour? You're just riled up, but I appreciate your compliments."

"All of it is true, and you will be exquisite carrying our baby. I can't wait to see you like that." Draco laughed, "I think I have a new kink."

"Oh great, 'cause you needed another." Hermione teased. "Though, I was thinking the same thing, actually. The idea that we actually want to get pregnant is thrilling, it goes against every other time. It's hot."

"Are you saying you have a breeding kink? I think I could get into that."

Hermione cackled and finally agreed they could go home. Wasting no time, Draco led her to the floo, yelling over his shoulder for Harry to hurry up.

Entering their drawing room, large hands cover her body, gently grazing her exposed skin. Arms, her back and neck, the leg made available by the high cut slit in her dress, all touched and handled with care. Draco carried a bottle of bourbon and some glasses and followed Hermione and Harry up the stairs. He watched Harry expertly remove her dress with his wand; with a step up, the dress's closure opened, and the delicate black fabric slid down her torso and over her rear, putting her figure on display. The next step, the dress hovered behind her, and her left leg was out, followed by the right. It was an impressive display, making Hermione feel beautiful, graceful, and cherished. 

Draco sent a tiny stinger to Hermione's arse cheek, making her yip. She bit her lip in satisfaction and turned to receive another on her breasts. "Gods, that feels good." She moaned into his mouth at the top of the stairs. It was one of the few times she was close to his height and could reach his mouth without standing on her toes. The bourbon in his mouth tasted sweet as he pushed some into hers, loving the burn. 

Harry's hands found themselves on her body and caressed her breasts from behind. He took them in his hands, holding her backside against his body. His enlarging cock, was present along her spine. His hot mouth landed on her shoulder and neck, biting a trail on her muscles, each eliciting a moan into Draco's mouth. She loved that they had learned to share so well, patiently taking turns with parts of her body. Tonight will be different, though.

Eventually, they escorted her into their chambers, and with a flick of her wand, Hermione's date night was established. The room was filled with candles, and Sade played softly in the background. With another flick of her wrist, the final potion she needed was in her hand. She clinked the vial to each of her husband's tumblers. "To a great night making babies. I love you both." They held the glasses high, and she drank it down. The last drop fell on her tongue, and the sweetest sensation rippled through her body. It started small with a few taste buds growing in size as it meandered its way down her throat, into her chest, her abdomen, and womb, and then settled into her cunt. "Oh wow, that feels like it's working already," she said in surprise.

Instantly, they were a tangle of lips, tongues, and roaming hands. Hermione would strip one while the other ravaged her body. Her backside gets lots of attention from Draco. On his knees, he kissed the low of her back and licked along her arse. Once Harry was undressed, he picked her up, gently laying her on the bed. He crawled up her body, licking and biting along the way. He tended to her tits while Draco dove into her core, as he promised he would. His arm resting on her stomach kept her still, and the sweet heat his mouth created flourished. The sting of teeth on her nipple, coupled with swirling around her clit established her first orgasm of the night. Short of high-fiving, the wizards celebrated their accomplishment, keeping tabs on the number they generated this evening. 

Hermione took Harry's large cock in her mouth as Draco sucked on her hood and clit. Harry's cock gagged her easily from her odd angle. The sound and feeling turned him on more, and she continued to choke for his benefit. A finger made its way inside her, and she clenched around it. Draco knew what she liked and how to get the pad of his finger to touch the most sensitive spot on the inside. A rhythmic motion lured her close to the edge, and a well-timed tingling charm placed on her nipples pushed her over. She moaned their names in long, drawn-out tones. 

Taking both of their cocks in her hands, she pumped up their long thick shafts, wiping her thumb along their heads. Wanting to play fair, Hermione licked and kissed Draco's dick. Long swipes along his balls to his head made him groan and take handfuls of her hair. His head hit the back of her throat, causing him to curse about loving her filthy mouth. Hermione loved her power over her men and her ability to make them feral and watch them come apart. While firmly stroking their cocks, she looked from wild grey eyes to untamed green, soaking up their sexiness. 

"Who's going first, Mi?" Harry asked while biting his lip.

She shook her head, "We're not taking turns, love. We're making these babies together. Are you ready?"

Draco's head dropped back as she stroked his cock, "Fuck, if that means what I think it means, are you ready?" His moans were deep as she kissed and licked his head. Moving her fingers around, they danced across his balls as she deep-throated her man. Harry thrust into her hand as he danced charms along her body and cunt. A breeze of a warming charm brushed along her slit, sending sensual waves through her. 

Climbing onto her knees, she kissed Draco hard. "You are right, my love." Hermione pushed Harry down onto the bed and climbed on top of him. He whispered a lubrication charm, and she smiled at his thoughtfulness. Hermione kissed the corner of his mouth and bit his lip. "I love you too, Harry."

Taking Harry's right hand, she placed it on her chest, making him grip the chains. Draco climbed behind her, his hard cock pressed at her backside. Taking his right hand, she wrapped him around her, making him hold the other side of the chain. She whispered the incantation into each of their mouths as she slowly took Harry inside of her. He filled her so well that she wasn't sure how she could fit another at a slightly larger size. She whimpered as Harry moved in and out of her, spreading her arousal and the lubricant over her walls and cunt. Draco's fingers found her clit as she prepared to take him in. More lube appeared as Draco gently pressed into her. 

"Holy fuck, you are  so tight." He groaned as his head made its way inside of her. Harry's eyes rolled to the back of his head in pleasure, and Hermione felt stretched and beyond satiated. Their cocks moved in slow thrusts, back and forth at first. Each thrusting in time. Hermione could barely move, her cunt full of cock, and her body held tight in their strong hands. Draco's fingers worked the chain and her nipple, making her tingling charm intensify. She bucked, making them both growl in delight. Harry caught on and matched the motion, and her bucking continued. 

"We need to cum together." She panted as they played with her tits and slid in and out of her core. "Fuck if you keep this up, I'll cum in a minute. Can you fill me up? Put your fucking seed in me. I want to feel you shoot your loads in me. Fuck, this is incredible." She moans louder, and the two respond wildly. "Fuck my loves, are you ready? I'm going to cum, fuck your baby into me." Hermione exploded in a toe-curling, muscle-clenching, pulsating orgasm. Her cunt bore down on them, holding their cocks in tight as they both did as they were told, filling her with the spurts of their seed. She had them inside until she milked them of every drop of semen. Those swimmers were going to find her eggs; she knew it. 

Afterward, her boys always cared for her, and she didn't have to lift a finger. She was cleaned, caressed, and tucked in. She lay fully wrapped in her men, each kissing, praising, and sharing their wishes for their family. 

"The best part of our timing is our children will be too young for the next moon cycle. We've spared them." Hermione says while rubbing their arms. "Although, I sure am thankful it brought me both of you. I can't wait to see you both as dads."

That night, she dreamed of giggling babies, one blonde and one dark-haired. The chubby bundles crawled over each other and cuddled together in their crib. The dream progressed quickly, and the boys rode toy brooms in the yard. She called them in for dinner, and they both promptly crashed onto the patio. Reggie's blonde hair shined in the sun, and Leo's brilliant green eyes sparkled. They sat on their fathers' laps, interchanging, not caring who they resembled. Technically, they are half brothers, but in the hearts of this family, they are all one. Hermione's heart is full, her womb is already at work growing cells, and her men are wrapped around her tight. They slept under the Harvest Moon, ready for their future.

Fin