Fest Fic: All Mine (and His), NC-17
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hp_bunintheovenTitle: All Mine (and His)
Author/Artist:maraudersaffair
Pairing(s): Hermione/Draco, Hermione/Charlie, Hermione/Draco/Charlie
Prompt: # O22
Summary: Hermione wants a baby and they want to give her one.
Word Count: 5,000
Rating: Explicit
Warnings/Contains: breeding kink, threesome, double penetration, sloppy seconds, dirty talk, blow jobs, cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, polyamory, getting together
Notes: I’m so proud of Hermione in this. Go, girl! Get it lol. A big thanks to my beta!
Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Hermione wanted a baby. She wanted to be a mother. She was also single.
The good thing was her bed wasn’t empty. Oh, no. She might not be in a relationship, but she wasn’t lonely or touch-starved or aching for someone to wrap their arms around her.
Hermione had many lovers, but she was very fond of Draco and Charlie. She had properly dated both of them. Things had even been serious with Draco … until his mother found out and he dumped her. People were surprised Hermione hadn’t cut him out of her life entirely, but she understood the pressure he was under to maintain a certain pureblood image. He was also a brilliant shag.
Charlie, on the other hand, had absolutely no interest in marriage. He was a rebel and a thrill-seeker, and entirely too queer to spend the rest of his life in a monogamous relationship with a woman. Still, Hermione loved him. She loved both of them. And that was why she wanted them to give her a baby.
*
On a busy Monday afternoon, Hermione approached Draco in the Ministry canteen. “Hello,” she said, standing too close.
Draco didn’t move back. His gaze was intent on her face as he gave her a cool nod. “Granger.”
She suppressed a shiver. He only called her Granger when he meant to make her hot.
“Do you have a moment? I would like a word with you.”
“Lead the way.”
They found a secluded table in the corner. They sat down and tucked into their salads. Draco was a very fastidious eater.
Hermione and Draco were both cogs in the Ministry machine, battling their way up to the top. Draco was Head of Ministry Magical Affairs and Hermione was Head of Ministry Muggle Relations, which all just meant they were power-hungry schemers neck deep in Wizengamot politics.
Sometimes Hermione wondered if she should have been sorted into Slytherin.
Hermione let him have a few bites before she said, “I want to have a baby.”
Draco’s fork clattered to his plate. “Pardon?”
“I said I want to have a baby.”
“With whom? Charlie Weasley?”
“Yes.”
His face darkened. “Absolutely not.”
“Charlie would make a great father.”
“He is poor. And he sleeps with men.”
Silently, Hermione raised an eyebrow. Draco grew even more flustered.
“He doesn’t care about you.”
“Charlie cares enough. I don’t need him to help raise the child.”
Draco gaped at her. He looked utterly rattled. “What about marriage?” he asked quietly.
Hermione speared a bit of carrot. “What about it?”
“What about—!” Draco leaned in. “You want to bring a new life into this world! Of course you would need to be—”
“I don’t need to do anything.”
Draco was still sputtering. His pureblood offence utterly leaked from him. “You cannot have a child with that man. You can’t.”
Hermione blinked innocently at him. “What do you intend to do about it?”
A hot flush spread up his neck. “Oh, well. I don’t know. I—”
“Do you want to give me a baby?”
He stared at her for a long moment. She saw the turmoil in his face.
“My mother is dead.”
“Yes.” Hermione knew this well. Draco had spent the night after her funeral in her bed.
He dropped his gaze to the table. “I don’t think I will marry. Not with Mother and Father gone. They were the ones who pushed me to do it.”
“Do you want an heir?”
“I don’t know. My lineage is not … good. To be born a Malfoy would be a burden.”
“And what if the baby was Malfoy-Granger?”
His eyes flashed.
She gave him time to think it over as she ate her salad. She felt strangely confident, self-assured, even though what she was proposing was … radical.
“And where does Weasley play in all this?”
“Oh, he will be involved.”
“Involved in the creation of my child?”
“Or his child.”
“But …”
She speared him with a look. “Doesn’t it sound like fun? You, me, and him?”
“Oh, um.” Draco turned pink and fumbled with his fork. “It wouldn’t be proper, that’s for sure.”
“It would be no one’s business but ours,” she said.
“Yes; however …” He trailed off, twisting his signet ring nervously.
She only felt comfortable enough to say this because they were close, very close. She had held him as he mourned the loss of his mother.
“They are dead,” she said very quietly. “They can no longer dictate how you live your life.”
“Right, and with them gone, we could possibly—”
“I thought you didn’t want to marry?”
Draco flapped his hand. “It would be entirely different if you had my baby.”
“You would want to marry me if I had your child?”
“Perhaps.”
“And what if I had Charlie’s baby?”
He grimaced. “Perhaps not.”
She laughed. At least he was honest.
“I don’t know if I want to marry you. I don’t even know if this will end up with me conceiving your child. All I know is I want to try. Will you try with me?”
He sucked in a deep breath. “I will have to think about it.”
She took a hasty bite of her salad so he wouldn’t glimpse her smirk. She knew she had him.
*
Charlie roared into town at the end of the week.
(Literally. He favoured riding an invisible dragon when crossing over from the continent. Hermione was pretty sure it wasn’t entirely legal, but her killjoy days were long behind her.)
It was a Friday night, and she was utterly knackered. When he knocked on her door, she didn’t even get up from her settee to answer it.
“It’s open!” she bellowed.
Then Charlie appeared in her lounge, windswept and brimming with energy. His cloak was ratty, his boots muddy, and the moisture in the sky had curled his hair.
“Hello, love.” He beamed at her.
For Charlie, she struggled to her feet. He saw that she was exhausted and pulled her into his arms. He was muscular and thick, and smelled of leather and grass.
“I’m so glad you’re here.” She buried her face against his chest. “How was your journey?”
He carded his fingers through her long, wild hair. “Bertha was in good spirits, but there are more Muggle contraptions in the air now, and she really doesn’t care for them.”
“Poor Bertha,” she murmured. She really loved it when he played with her hair. “Would you like something to drink?”
“Whisky—if you got it.”
“Yes.” She eased out of his arms and hobbled back to the settee. She Summoned two Disney princess mugs and bottles of whisky and wine from her kitchen. Absently, she flicked her wand again, and the bottles uncorked and poured neat servings into the mugs.
Charlie eyed the princess on his mug. “Who’s this? She’s a looker.” He licked the whisky from his lips.
“That’s Ariel. She is sexy, isn’t she?”
“Good tits. Why don’t they move?”
“The tits or the princesses?”
He grinned. “Both.”
She tapped her wand against her mug, and Princess Jasmine began to pout and blow kisses at her. She showed Charlie and he watched and watched.
“Hey,” Hermione said, yanking her mug back. “I want to see, too.”
They enjoyed their drinks, and Charlie sat on the floor and rubbed Hermione’s feet. Blissful, Hermione tilted her head back.
“Where’s Circe?”
“Oh, she’s somewhere around here.” Hermione called out and a beautiful calico cat pranced out from her bedroom, meowing.
Circe adored Charlie and she forced her way into his lap. He had to stop rubbing Hermione’s feet so he could give the cat all his attention.
“Rude,” Hermione muttered, but she loved seeing Charlie and Circe together. He adored all animals.
“I want to talk to you about something important.”
“Oh?” He looked up from the cat.
She took a sip of her wine. “I want to have a baby.”
“Huh.”
“I want the baby to be yours.”
He blinked in surprise. “But … what about Malfoy?”
She had to laugh. She hadn’t expected him to bring up Draco. “What about him?”
“Everybody knows he’s in love with you.”
“He cares for me, yes. In love? I think he’s internalised too much pureblood nonsense for that.”
“Have you talked to Malfoy about it?”
“Yes,” she said slowly.
“And he’s fine with the whole idea?”
“Yes and no.” She watched him closely. “I told him I wanted both of you to give me a baby. Together. At the same time.”
“Oh,” he said. “And what did he say?”
“He said he would think about it. I think he wants to do it.”
Charlie’s mouth dropped open. She saw how his face changed. A greediness had crept into his expression.
“Don’t you think it would be fun? The three of us?”
“Malfoy is quite fit.” He gulped.
“Yes.”
“And do you think he would want … me?”
“Yes.”
Charlie was silent for a long moment. She could tell he was thinking about it. Imagining it.
“You would have to be careful … and slow.”
“I know that. I’ve shagged straight blokes before.”
“Do you want to be the father of my baby?” She wanted to make sure he didn’t lose track of the purpose of their conversation.
“I’ve considered it. You know I love you.”
She blinked. “I didn’t know that.”
He settled down beside her, now covered in cat fluff. He took her into his arms. “Yes,” he murmured. “I love you very much.”
“But you don’t want to settle down?”
“No—but I would want to be a part of the baby’s life.”
“And if the baby turns out to be Draco’s?”
“Then the child can call me Uncle Charlie.”
Hermione had to kiss him then. They kissed and kissed, and the taste of Charlie was so comforting. He didn’t make her hot like Draco made her hot, but she felt so protected and accepted when she was with Charlie.
Then she was straddling his hips, and he undid his trousers and she shoved aside her knickers, and he entered her so easily. They stared into each other’s eyes as he pumped so slowly inside her.
When she and Draco shagged, there was a lot of biting and hair pulling as they fought for dominance. It was exhilarating, and so fucking hot, but it didn’t make her feel anchored.
“I’ll owl Draco tonight,” she murmured.
Charlie tucked her hair behind her ear and kissed her neck. “Good. Will we do it tomorrow night then?”
“Hopefully—” She gasped because Charlie had found her clit with his thumb.
He watched her face as he worked her over. She squeezed around him, and his clear blue eyes fluttered.
“I missed this,” he said, voice rough. He pumped his hips quicker.
“Yes,” she moaned, breathless. She buried her fingers in his hair, tugging just a little.
He grabbed her hips, holding her in place, as he pounded into her. All she could do was hang on.
“Don’t come inside me,” she moaned.
“Fuck.”
“Don’t—not yet. Draco—”
“Yes, Draco.”
“He will want to give me his seed first. You will get to watch—watch him fuck me so hard. He likes to be rough with me—but he sounds so pretty when he comes.”
“Oh, fuck,” Charlie moaned.
“Then you’ll get to go second, and I’ll be so open and wet from his fuck. I’ll be dripping—”
“Hermione!” Desperate, he yanked out of her and came all over her thighs.
She dragged her fingers through the hot spunk. “What a waste.” Then she brought her hand up to his lips, and he licked up his own mess eagerly.
When she was all cleaned up, he dropped to the floor and eased open her thighs. He moaned deeply as he ate her cunt.
She reached for her wine and sipped it casually, and with her other hand, she dragged her fingers through his lovely hair.
“Yes, just like that,” she cooed as he gently fucked her with his tongue.
*
Draco answered her owl early the next morning. Hermione was in the middle of baking spiced orange Chelsea buns when his long eared owl pecked on her window.
She let in the owl. “Oh, hello Armand.”
The owl was very serious and it didn’t blink as she untied the note from his leg. She gave him a treat and he flew off.
Draco’s note was brief: I’ll be there at 7 pm. I’m bringing wine and a baguette.
“Yes, sir,” she muttered.
Charlie leaned in the doorway, sipping a cup of coffee. He only wore his underpants. There were a lot of old burns on his chest. “Was that Malfoy?”
“Yes—he agreed to join. He wants us to know he’s bringing wine and bread.”
Charlie’s eyes glittered. “Clever bloke. We will need some sustenance.”
They spent the day puttering about her flat. Charlie napped in the sunlight and played with Circe, and he even helped a bit with her household chores. He was such a good lad.
Then it was time for their rendezvous and Hermione squeezed into a pale pink dress that Draco favoured and Charlie changed into tight black jeans and a cosy flannel shirt (very Muggle).
When her Floo flared to life, they both stood expectantly. Draco stumbled out of her fireplace holding a bottle of wine and a fragrant baguette wrapped in brown paper.
“Draco.” Hermione kissed him on his warm cheek and took the items from his arms. He smelled like suede and sandalwood.
Surprisingly, Draco wasn’t wearing robes. He was in neat trousers and an even neater shirt, and his hair was slicked back. She could tell he had used a spell to give his strands a little more volume.
He glowered at Charlie. Charlie grinned.
“Hello, Malfoy.”
“Weasley,” Draco sniffed.
Hermione poured them glasses of wine and stood next to Draco as they drank. A hot flush crawled up Draco’s neck and his gaze was very dark as he took in Charlie.
Draco wasn’t annoyed or angry—he was already turned on. She could tell.
Charlie opened his mouth to say something, but Hermione cut him off. “Let’s sit down and have something to eat. Charlie bought a wonderful cheese today.”
“Fine,” Draco said.
She headed for the kitchen, but Charlie stopped her with a hand on her shoulder. “I’ll get it, love,” he said, and disappeared into the other room. She was grateful since she didn’t like the look of her running to get the men food.
Draco was as still as a statue on the settee. She saw how his pulse fluttered at his throat. “You look lovely,” she murmured close to his ear.
“I don’t like the way he looks at you,” Draco growled.
“He’s been inside me many, many times. In fact, we shagged last night right where you are sitting.”
Draco snapped his gaze to her. He licked his lips. “Did he come inside you?”
She caressed the hard line of his jaw with a fingertip. “No. We wanted to wait for you.”
Charlie returned with the cheese and bread on mismatching plates. Of course he didn’t use matching china.
Charlie stared into Draco’s eyes as he handed over his plate. Draco stared right back. He chose to sit next to Draco, close enough that their thighs touched. Draco’s breath turned a bit shuddery.
Hermione switched on the wireless and found a soft instrumental song. She waited for someone else to speak as she enjoyed her little meal. The baguette was crusty and buttery, and the cheese was very creamy.
“So, Weasley,” Draco said, voice dripping with arrogance. “Are you still wasting away at that dragon reserve?”
“Yes,” Charlie answered with a grin.
“Do they have you living in a sad little hut?”
“There’s nothing wrong with sad little huts.”
Draco sniffed. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
“What about you, Malfoy? Are you still wasting away in your little Ministry job?”
Draco put his pointed nose in the air. “I’m one of the most powerful men in the country, thank you very much.”
This made Charlie bark out a laugh. He looked past Draco at her. “Do you two see each other at work?”
“Yes, sometimes.”
“Have you ever shagged at work?”
“Oh, yes,” she said. Draco’s hand shot to her knee and he gave her a warning squeeze. She ignored it. “Draco likes to bend me over his desk and not use a Silencing Charm.”
“Hermione,” Draco said, his face pink.
“Sounds like fun.” Charlie rested his arm behind Draco’s head and crowded in even closer. He watched Draco intently. “Why don’t you tell me about it, Malfoy?”
“Absolutely not.”
“Doesn’t her cunt feel so good?” Then: “Does she let you hold her down?”
Draco gulped.
“Yes, I let him hold me down. He likes to wrap his fist in my hair and yank it.”
“I can’t blame you,” Charlie murmured to him. “Hermione has such lovely hair. It’s thick and soft, and I admit that I’m a tad obsessed with it.” He reached up to touch the single strand that had escaped Draco’s severe styling. “Now, your hair is quite soft too, isn’t it? Soft and delicate. I bet it looks pretty when it’s all mussed up.”
Hermione grabbed Draco’s hand and dropped a kiss to his wrist. She kissed each one of his elegant fingertips. Then she went back to his wrist and bit so gently into his flesh. Draco gasped.
“Have you ever slept with a man?” Charlie murmured.
“No,” Draco gasped.
As Hermione worked her mouth over his wrist, Charlie kissed Draco’s throat and whispered in his ear, “I can see that you’re hard.”
“Are you going to fucking kiss me or what?”
Charlie looked past him to Hermione. “Can I kiss him?”
“That’s very sweet of you to ask, but you don’t need my permission. Please do whatever you two wish.”
Charlie framed his face and stared into his eyes. He dragged his thumb over his sharp cheekbone, then slowly, giving Draco enough time to pull away, he kissed him.
Draco made a noise in his throat and he clutched desperately at Charlie’s arm. Unable to help herself, Hermione leaned forward all the way so she could see everything.
Charlie moved his mouth sensually, and Draco responded almost shyly. Draco had never been shy with her, and it was so hot to see him like this with Charlie.
Then Charlie deepened the kiss, and Draco moaned and met his tongue eagerly. Using her wand, Hermione undid Draco’s buttons and helped ease off his shirt and trousers.
“Can I suck your cock?” Charlie asked desperately.
It took a moment for his words to penetrate Draco’s haze. “Oh, um.” Draco looked at Hermione. “Only if she is involved.”
“Come here.” She helped him stand, and Draco kicked off his shoes and socks. She pressed herself against him, feeling how hard his prick was through his underpants.
They kissed, and Draco’s mouth turned rough, biting. He kissed her like he was trying to prove something to himself.
“Everything is okay.” She guided his hand under her dress. She wasn’t wearing knickers and she let him feel how slick she was.
“Fuck,” Draco groaned as he sank two fingers into her. He watched her face as he shagged her with his fingers. “She loves when I’m inside her, Weasley.”
“That’s nice. Now take off her dress. I want to see everything.”
Laughing, she turned around so Draco could unzip her.
She wasn’t good at giving a show, but she did her best to slip seductively out of the dress. She even bent over to give them a good look of her perky arse, her delicate lips.
When she turned back around, both of their hot gazes were on her.
“Draco, remove your underpants and have a seat on the settee,” she said.
Draco sat down on the settee. Then, jaw-pulsing, he yanked off his pants and neatly folded them.
Hermione and Charlie eased to their knees in front of him. Hermione took him into her mouth, sucking and licking. She drew back and let Charlie have a suck. When Charlie wrapped his mouth around him, Draco made a high noise in his throat.
Hermione carded her fingers through Charlie’s hair, then guided him up and down on Draco’s cock.
“Just like that,” she murmured. “You want to be so good for him, don’t you?” Charlie moaned.
She glanced up at Draco and found him utterly riveted. She moved to the side so Charlie could have room to really pleasure him.
Charlie cradled his bollocks and took him deep, so deep. Draco threw his head back and thrust, and it caused Charlie to choke.
“Oh god,” Draco said, sounding utterly wrecked.
Hermione thought to give them a moment to themselves. She eased to her feet and moved about the room to collect their empty cups and plates. She popped into the kitchen for a moment, and when she returned, she found Draco fucking Charlie’s mouth roughly.
It was hot, so hot, but she didn’t think she would ever want Draco to fuck her mouth like that. Draco already had too much sexual power over her, and she didn’t think she would like being choked by him, but perhaps if he begged nicely …
“I’m going to come,” Draco growled.
Charlie ripped away. His mouth was drenched.
“Let’s go to my bedroom,” she said. “I want to make this baby in comfort.”
They eagerly followed her, and Draco yelped when Charlie smacked his arse.
In her bedroom she had lit candles that smelled of warm vanilla and she had switched on her Muggle fairy lights. Draco frowned at the twinkling bulbs. They were entirely too Muggle for his liking.
Charlie tugged out of his clothes, revealing his strong chest and hard cock. He wasn’t as long as Draco but he had more girth. She took a moment to map the scars on his chest with her mouth.
“Enough of that,” Draco said, and pulled her to the bed. Charlie snorted.
Hermione ended up on her back with Draco looming over her. She could tell by the look on his face that he felt like he had something to prove.
Hermione smoothed her hands down his warm back. She kissed his cheek and murmured, “Please, I’m so desperate.”
His grey eyes glittered. “You want my cock?”
“I want to have your baby.”
Watching her face, he took himself in hand and carefully thrust into her. She let all her want show in her expression.
“Yeah? Like that?” he whispered when he was all the way inside her.
“Oh, please. Fuck me.”
Draco rocked into her, going slowly at first, but it took no time at all for him to turn rough and commanding. He pounded into her and she sank her nails into his shoulders as she tried to hold on.
Then he was fisting her hair, holding her in place. He growled in her ear, “All mine—you’re all mine.”
Draco fucked her brutally, not losing his control over her. Their flesh made a smacking sound.
Distantly, she felt Charlie kneel on the bed. He touched her hair and Draco growled in warning.
“Be a good boy and share her,” Charlie said.
“She’s mine.” Draco pinned her hands over her head so she couldn’t touch Charlie.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” Charlie whispered.
The bed moved a bit, and she knew Charlie was wanking. She turned her head, wanting to see, but Draco held her wrists in one hand and grabbed her chin with the other.
“No, don’t look at him.” His voice was so dark.
She stared into his lidded eyes. She saw the possession, the desperation. “Please,” she said.
“Your cunt is so tight for me, so wet. It’s desperate to be filled, isn’t it?”
“Yes.”
“And you want me to fill you up, don’t you?”
“Yes, yes.”
Draco groaned deeply. “I’m going to fill you up to the brim with my seed. Then you’ll have no choice but to have my baby.”
“I want it.” She tried to writhe, but his hold on her was too strong. “Please—I want it.”
“Good, because I’m going to come.” He pounded into her a few more times, then his hips stuttered. He moaned loudly as he emptied himself deep inside her. She felt how his cock throbbed and she squeezed around him, wanting every last drop.
When it was all over, Draco lay as dead weight on top of her. He groaned weakly as she urged him onto his side.
Hermione was overheated, her cunt fluttering. She just wanted to be filled again.
“Come here,” Charlie murmured and pulled her into his arms.
“Let's give him a show.”
Grinning, Charlie kissed her. “All right.”
They shoved Draco over, giving themselves more room. Hermione straddled his hips, facing backwards. Realising what was happening, Draco scrambled to the edge of the bed so he would have a good view.
“Ready?” Charlie asked quietly.
“Yes.”
Together, they worked his cock into her. It took a few strokes and some shifting, but then she was able to lean back on his chest and ride him oh so sensually.
Draco Summoned his wand just so he could turn on more Muggle lights. His gaze was so greedy as he watched Charlie move in and out of her.
She bounced on his cock, moaning. “He feels so good, Draco.”
Draco licked his lips. He inched closer.
“Come on, mate. Get inside her with me.”
“Oh,” she moaned.
Draco’s gaze snapped to her face. “Would you like that?”
“Yes—with help from a spell. I would like to still have a cunt after this.”
Beneath her, Charlie huffed a breathless laugh.
Draco caught her gaze. “I want it to be my baby.”
Hermione moaned again. “Please—get inside me.”
“Yes,” he said, but then he did something truly shocking: He dipped his head to eat her cunt.
“Fuck,” Charlie whimpered as Draco licked up his shaft to her clit.
Then, as if they had come to some silent agreement to utterly ruin her, Draco sucked her clit as Charlie held her hips tightly and pounded into her.
“Come for us, love,” Charlie gasped. “I feel you fluttering. You love it, don’t you? Listen to Malfoy moan so eagerly. He loves your little clit. He’s so greedy for it.”
Draco licked and licked, and his mouth was hungry as he ate her. Then he looked up at her, crouched between both of her legs, and it drove Hermione over the edge.
Hermione clenched so tightly as she orgasmed that she pushed Charlie out.
Shuddering, her cunt still pulsing from her orgasm, she watched as Draco tasted his cock. It was unbelievably hot.
Charlie tried to shove at Draco’s head. “Don’t do that, or you’ll make me come,” he hissed.
“Okay, okay,” she said, still shuddering. She patted desperately for her own wand, then, with about half her brain working, she cast the spell that stretched her cunt just a little more. “Now get in me. Get in me and come inside me.” She was blabbering. “Get me more wet. Cast a lube spell, yeah? Be quick about it. Come on.”
“Yes,” Draco said, getting her wet with his wand.
Then Charlie worked his cock back into her. It wasn’t enough.
Awkwardly, Draco crouched over her. He pressed into her, watching how he stretched her cunt, and his mouth dropped open.
“Oh my god,” she moaned.
Draco pulled out a little, then pushed back in. This time it was Charlie who moaned.
Draco thrust into her, over and over. She was ruined, utterly ruined, and for some reason, she couldn’t stop blabbering.
“Fuck me, please,” she whimpered. “Yes, just like that. Oh, fuck. I feel both of you throbbing inside me. Do you feel it, Draco? Do you feel how hard and thick Charlie is?”
“Yes,” Draco gasped.
“It’s too much, it’s too much,” she cried. “Please—come inside me. Both of you. Give me a baby. Both of you. I want to have your baby. I love you, I love you.”
“Hermione,” Draco said, shuddering.
“I’m coming,” Charlie whimpered. He thrust and thrust, and Draco’s eyes rolled back, his mouth open on cry—because he felt how Charlie filled her with spunk—they both felt it—
Crying out, Draco came too. He tried to thrust, but it was so slick and she was squeezing both of them so tightly. She felt how she utterly dipped with their seed.
Hermione was so overwhelmed that she lost herself for a moment. She might have even slept.
When she opened her eyes, Charlie was asleep next to her and Draco was strumming her clit with his thumb. She moaned and arched, utterly exhausted.
“All mine,” Draco whispered, and he touched her stomach. Then: “Come for me again. I know you can.”
“Draco,” she sighed. Her orgasm came over her like a soft wave.
He mounted her for the third and final time that night, and she fell asleep with him leisurely working in and out of her.
*
One Year Later
“She’s so precious,” Charlie cooed. He held little Narcissa Rose in his arms.
Strangely, the little girl had Draco’s blonde hair, Hermione’s brown eyes, and Charlie’s freckles.
“Yes, she is,” Draco said proudly.
Hermione was still surprised she had agreed to name her baby after Draco’s mother, but Narcissa Rose had grown on her, and she knew that his mother’s memory meant a lot to Draco.
The three happy parents beamed at their new baby. Charlie bounced her and cooed. He had just come in from Romania and he couldn’t get enough of his little girl.
Hermione knew Draco was convinced Narcissa Rose was his, but she was determined to never cast a spell to confirm it. She quite liked the idea of never truly knowing.
And anyway, the sex was far too good between the three of them to break up their casual relationship. Even Draco admitted it.
“Thank you for helping me become a mum.” Hermione kissed Charlie, then Draco. “I love both of you so much.”
“Yes.” Draco smiled.
Author/Artist:
maraudersaffairPairing(s): Hermione/Draco, Hermione/Charlie, Hermione/Draco/Charlie
Prompt: # O22
Summary: Hermione wants a baby and they want to give her one.
Word Count: 5,000
Rating: Explicit
Warnings/Contains: breeding kink, threesome, double penetration, sloppy seconds, dirty talk, blow jobs, cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, polyamory, getting together
Notes: I’m so proud of Hermione in this. Go, girl! Get it lol. A big thanks to my beta!
Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Hermione wanted a baby. She wanted to be a mother. She was also single.
The good thing was her bed wasn’t empty. Oh, no. She might not be in a relationship, but she wasn’t lonely or touch-starved or aching for someone to wrap their arms around her.
Hermione had many lovers, but she was very fond of Draco and Charlie. She had properly dated both of them. Things had even been serious with Draco … until his mother found out and he dumped her. People were surprised Hermione hadn’t cut him out of her life entirely, but she understood the pressure he was under to maintain a certain pureblood image. He was also a brilliant shag.
Charlie, on the other hand, had absolutely no interest in marriage. He was a rebel and a thrill-seeker, and entirely too queer to spend the rest of his life in a monogamous relationship with a woman. Still, Hermione loved him. She loved both of them. And that was why she wanted them to give her a baby.
On a busy Monday afternoon, Hermione approached Draco in the Ministry canteen. “Hello,” she said, standing too close.
Draco didn’t move back. His gaze was intent on her face as he gave her a cool nod. “Granger.”
She suppressed a shiver. He only called her Granger when he meant to make her hot.
“Do you have a moment? I would like a word with you.”
“Lead the way.”
They found a secluded table in the corner. They sat down and tucked into their salads. Draco was a very fastidious eater.
Hermione and Draco were both cogs in the Ministry machine, battling their way up to the top. Draco was Head of Ministry Magical Affairs and Hermione was Head of Ministry Muggle Relations, which all just meant they were power-hungry schemers neck deep in Wizengamot politics.
Sometimes Hermione wondered if she should have been sorted into Slytherin.
Hermione let him have a few bites before she said, “I want to have a baby.”
Draco’s fork clattered to his plate. “Pardon?”
“I said I want to have a baby.”
“With whom? Charlie Weasley?”
“Yes.”
His face darkened. “Absolutely not.”
“Charlie would make a great father.”
“He is poor. And he sleeps with men.”
Silently, Hermione raised an eyebrow. Draco grew even more flustered.
“He doesn’t care about you.”
“Charlie cares enough. I don’t need him to help raise the child.”
Draco gaped at her. He looked utterly rattled. “What about marriage?” he asked quietly.
Hermione speared a bit of carrot. “What about it?”
“What about—!” Draco leaned in. “You want to bring a new life into this world! Of course you would need to be—”
“I don’t need to do anything.”
Draco was still sputtering. His pureblood offence utterly leaked from him. “You cannot have a child with that man. You can’t.”
Hermione blinked innocently at him. “What do you intend to do about it?”
A hot flush spread up his neck. “Oh, well. I don’t know. I—”
“Do you want to give me a baby?”
He stared at her for a long moment. She saw the turmoil in his face.
“My mother is dead.”
“Yes.” Hermione knew this well. Draco had spent the night after her funeral in her bed.
He dropped his gaze to the table. “I don’t think I will marry. Not with Mother and Father gone. They were the ones who pushed me to do it.”
“Do you want an heir?”
“I don’t know. My lineage is not … good. To be born a Malfoy would be a burden.”
“And what if the baby was Malfoy-Granger?”
His eyes flashed.
She gave him time to think it over as she ate her salad. She felt strangely confident, self-assured, even though what she was proposing was … radical.
“And where does Weasley play in all this?”
“Oh, he will be involved.”
“Involved in the creation of my child?”
“Or his child.”
“But …”
She speared him with a look. “Doesn’t it sound like fun? You, me, and him?”
“Oh, um.” Draco turned pink and fumbled with his fork. “It wouldn’t be proper, that’s for sure.”
“It would be no one’s business but ours,” she said.
“Yes; however …” He trailed off, twisting his signet ring nervously.
She only felt comfortable enough to say this because they were close, very close. She had held him as he mourned the loss of his mother.
“They are dead,” she said very quietly. “They can no longer dictate how you live your life.”
“Right, and with them gone, we could possibly—”
“I thought you didn’t want to marry?”
Draco flapped his hand. “It would be entirely different if you had my baby.”
“You would want to marry me if I had your child?”
“Perhaps.”
“And what if I had Charlie’s baby?”
He grimaced. “Perhaps not.”
She laughed. At least he was honest.
“I don’t know if I want to marry you. I don’t even know if this will end up with me conceiving your child. All I know is I want to try. Will you try with me?”
He sucked in a deep breath. “I will have to think about it.”
She took a hasty bite of her salad so he wouldn’t glimpse her smirk. She knew she had him.
Charlie roared into town at the end of the week.
(Literally. He favoured riding an invisible dragon when crossing over from the continent. Hermione was pretty sure it wasn’t entirely legal, but her killjoy days were long behind her.)
It was a Friday night, and she was utterly knackered. When he knocked on her door, she didn’t even get up from her settee to answer it.
“It’s open!” she bellowed.
Then Charlie appeared in her lounge, windswept and brimming with energy. His cloak was ratty, his boots muddy, and the moisture in the sky had curled his hair.
“Hello, love.” He beamed at her.
For Charlie, she struggled to her feet. He saw that she was exhausted and pulled her into his arms. He was muscular and thick, and smelled of leather and grass.
“I’m so glad you’re here.” She buried her face against his chest. “How was your journey?”
He carded his fingers through her long, wild hair. “Bertha was in good spirits, but there are more Muggle contraptions in the air now, and she really doesn’t care for them.”
“Poor Bertha,” she murmured. She really loved it when he played with her hair. “Would you like something to drink?”
“Whisky—if you got it.”
“Yes.” She eased out of his arms and hobbled back to the settee. She Summoned two Disney princess mugs and bottles of whisky and wine from her kitchen. Absently, she flicked her wand again, and the bottles uncorked and poured neat servings into the mugs.
Charlie eyed the princess on his mug. “Who’s this? She’s a looker.” He licked the whisky from his lips.
“That’s Ariel. She is sexy, isn’t she?”
“Good tits. Why don’t they move?”
“The tits or the princesses?”
He grinned. “Both.”
She tapped her wand against her mug, and Princess Jasmine began to pout and blow kisses at her. She showed Charlie and he watched and watched.
“Hey,” Hermione said, yanking her mug back. “I want to see, too.”
They enjoyed their drinks, and Charlie sat on the floor and rubbed Hermione’s feet. Blissful, Hermione tilted her head back.
“Where’s Circe?”
“Oh, she’s somewhere around here.” Hermione called out and a beautiful calico cat pranced out from her bedroom, meowing.
Circe adored Charlie and she forced her way into his lap. He had to stop rubbing Hermione’s feet so he could give the cat all his attention.
“Rude,” Hermione muttered, but she loved seeing Charlie and Circe together. He adored all animals.
“I want to talk to you about something important.”
“Oh?” He looked up from the cat.
She took a sip of her wine. “I want to have a baby.”
“Huh.”
“I want the baby to be yours.”
He blinked in surprise. “But … what about Malfoy?”
She had to laugh. She hadn’t expected him to bring up Draco. “What about him?”
“Everybody knows he’s in love with you.”
“He cares for me, yes. In love? I think he’s internalised too much pureblood nonsense for that.”
“Have you talked to Malfoy about it?”
“Yes,” she said slowly.
“And he’s fine with the whole idea?”
“Yes and no.” She watched him closely. “I told him I wanted both of you to give me a baby. Together. At the same time.”
“Oh,” he said. “And what did he say?”
“He said he would think about it. I think he wants to do it.”
Charlie’s mouth dropped open. She saw how his face changed. A greediness had crept into his expression.
“Don’t you think it would be fun? The three of us?”
“Malfoy is quite fit.” He gulped.
“Yes.”
“And do you think he would want … me?”
“Yes.”
Charlie was silent for a long moment. She could tell he was thinking about it. Imagining it.
“You would have to be careful … and slow.”
“I know that. I’ve shagged straight blokes before.”
“Do you want to be the father of my baby?” She wanted to make sure he didn’t lose track of the purpose of their conversation.
“I’ve considered it. You know I love you.”
She blinked. “I didn’t know that.”
He settled down beside her, now covered in cat fluff. He took her into his arms. “Yes,” he murmured. “I love you very much.”
“But you don’t want to settle down?”
“No—but I would want to be a part of the baby’s life.”
“And if the baby turns out to be Draco’s?”
“Then the child can call me Uncle Charlie.”
Hermione had to kiss him then. They kissed and kissed, and the taste of Charlie was so comforting. He didn’t make her hot like Draco made her hot, but she felt so protected and accepted when she was with Charlie.
Then she was straddling his hips, and he undid his trousers and she shoved aside her knickers, and he entered her so easily. They stared into each other’s eyes as he pumped so slowly inside her.
When she and Draco shagged, there was a lot of biting and hair pulling as they fought for dominance. It was exhilarating, and so fucking hot, but it didn’t make her feel anchored.
“I’ll owl Draco tonight,” she murmured.
Charlie tucked her hair behind her ear and kissed her neck. “Good. Will we do it tomorrow night then?”
“Hopefully—” She gasped because Charlie had found her clit with his thumb.
He watched her face as he worked her over. She squeezed around him, and his clear blue eyes fluttered.
“I missed this,” he said, voice rough. He pumped his hips quicker.
“Yes,” she moaned, breathless. She buried her fingers in his hair, tugging just a little.
He grabbed her hips, holding her in place, as he pounded into her. All she could do was hang on.
“Don’t come inside me,” she moaned.
“Fuck.”
“Don’t—not yet. Draco—”
“Yes, Draco.”
“He will want to give me his seed first. You will get to watch—watch him fuck me so hard. He likes to be rough with me—but he sounds so pretty when he comes.”
“Oh, fuck,” Charlie moaned.
“Then you’ll get to go second, and I’ll be so open and wet from his fuck. I’ll be dripping—”
“Hermione!” Desperate, he yanked out of her and came all over her thighs.
She dragged her fingers through the hot spunk. “What a waste.” Then she brought her hand up to his lips, and he licked up his own mess eagerly.
When she was all cleaned up, he dropped to the floor and eased open her thighs. He moaned deeply as he ate her cunt.
She reached for her wine and sipped it casually, and with her other hand, she dragged her fingers through his lovely hair.
“Yes, just like that,” she cooed as he gently fucked her with his tongue.
Draco answered her owl early the next morning. Hermione was in the middle of baking spiced orange Chelsea buns when his long eared owl pecked on her window.
She let in the owl. “Oh, hello Armand.”
The owl was very serious and it didn’t blink as she untied the note from his leg. She gave him a treat and he flew off.
Draco’s note was brief: I’ll be there at 7 pm. I’m bringing wine and a baguette.
“Yes, sir,” she muttered.
Charlie leaned in the doorway, sipping a cup of coffee. He only wore his underpants. There were a lot of old burns on his chest. “Was that Malfoy?”
“Yes—he agreed to join. He wants us to know he’s bringing wine and bread.”
Charlie’s eyes glittered. “Clever bloke. We will need some sustenance.”
They spent the day puttering about her flat. Charlie napped in the sunlight and played with Circe, and he even helped a bit with her household chores. He was such a good lad.
Then it was time for their rendezvous and Hermione squeezed into a pale pink dress that Draco favoured and Charlie changed into tight black jeans and a cosy flannel shirt (very Muggle).
When her Floo flared to life, they both stood expectantly. Draco stumbled out of her fireplace holding a bottle of wine and a fragrant baguette wrapped in brown paper.
“Draco.” Hermione kissed him on his warm cheek and took the items from his arms. He smelled like suede and sandalwood.
Surprisingly, Draco wasn’t wearing robes. He was in neat trousers and an even neater shirt, and his hair was slicked back. She could tell he had used a spell to give his strands a little more volume.
He glowered at Charlie. Charlie grinned.
“Hello, Malfoy.”
“Weasley,” Draco sniffed.
Hermione poured them glasses of wine and stood next to Draco as they drank. A hot flush crawled up Draco’s neck and his gaze was very dark as he took in Charlie.
Draco wasn’t annoyed or angry—he was already turned on. She could tell.
Charlie opened his mouth to say something, but Hermione cut him off. “Let’s sit down and have something to eat. Charlie bought a wonderful cheese today.”
“Fine,” Draco said.
She headed for the kitchen, but Charlie stopped her with a hand on her shoulder. “I’ll get it, love,” he said, and disappeared into the other room. She was grateful since she didn’t like the look of her running to get the men food.
Draco was as still as a statue on the settee. She saw how his pulse fluttered at his throat. “You look lovely,” she murmured close to his ear.
“I don’t like the way he looks at you,” Draco growled.
“He’s been inside me many, many times. In fact, we shagged last night right where you are sitting.”
Draco snapped his gaze to her. He licked his lips. “Did he come inside you?”
She caressed the hard line of his jaw with a fingertip. “No. We wanted to wait for you.”
Charlie returned with the cheese and bread on mismatching plates. Of course he didn’t use matching china.
Charlie stared into Draco’s eyes as he handed over his plate. Draco stared right back. He chose to sit next to Draco, close enough that their thighs touched. Draco’s breath turned a bit shuddery.
Hermione switched on the wireless and found a soft instrumental song. She waited for someone else to speak as she enjoyed her little meal. The baguette was crusty and buttery, and the cheese was very creamy.
“So, Weasley,” Draco said, voice dripping with arrogance. “Are you still wasting away at that dragon reserve?”
“Yes,” Charlie answered with a grin.
“Do they have you living in a sad little hut?”
“There’s nothing wrong with sad little huts.”
Draco sniffed. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
“What about you, Malfoy? Are you still wasting away in your little Ministry job?”
Draco put his pointed nose in the air. “I’m one of the most powerful men in the country, thank you very much.”
This made Charlie bark out a laugh. He looked past Draco at her. “Do you two see each other at work?”
“Yes, sometimes.”
“Have you ever shagged at work?”
“Oh, yes,” she said. Draco’s hand shot to her knee and he gave her a warning squeeze. She ignored it. “Draco likes to bend me over his desk and not use a Silencing Charm.”
“Hermione,” Draco said, his face pink.
“Sounds like fun.” Charlie rested his arm behind Draco’s head and crowded in even closer. He watched Draco intently. “Why don’t you tell me about it, Malfoy?”
“Absolutely not.”
“Doesn’t her cunt feel so good?” Then: “Does she let you hold her down?”
Draco gulped.
“Yes, I let him hold me down. He likes to wrap his fist in my hair and yank it.”
“I can’t blame you,” Charlie murmured to him. “Hermione has such lovely hair. It’s thick and soft, and I admit that I’m a tad obsessed with it.” He reached up to touch the single strand that had escaped Draco’s severe styling. “Now, your hair is quite soft too, isn’t it? Soft and delicate. I bet it looks pretty when it’s all mussed up.”
Hermione grabbed Draco’s hand and dropped a kiss to his wrist. She kissed each one of his elegant fingertips. Then she went back to his wrist and bit so gently into his flesh. Draco gasped.
“Have you ever slept with a man?” Charlie murmured.
“No,” Draco gasped.
As Hermione worked her mouth over his wrist, Charlie kissed Draco’s throat and whispered in his ear, “I can see that you’re hard.”
“Are you going to fucking kiss me or what?”
Charlie looked past him to Hermione. “Can I kiss him?”
“That’s very sweet of you to ask, but you don’t need my permission. Please do whatever you two wish.”
Charlie framed his face and stared into his eyes. He dragged his thumb over his sharp cheekbone, then slowly, giving Draco enough time to pull away, he kissed him.
Draco made a noise in his throat and he clutched desperately at Charlie’s arm. Unable to help herself, Hermione leaned forward all the way so she could see everything.
Charlie moved his mouth sensually, and Draco responded almost shyly. Draco had never been shy with her, and it was so hot to see him like this with Charlie.
Then Charlie deepened the kiss, and Draco moaned and met his tongue eagerly. Using her wand, Hermione undid Draco’s buttons and helped ease off his shirt and trousers.
“Can I suck your cock?” Charlie asked desperately.
It took a moment for his words to penetrate Draco’s haze. “Oh, um.” Draco looked at Hermione. “Only if she is involved.”
“Come here.” She helped him stand, and Draco kicked off his shoes and socks. She pressed herself against him, feeling how hard his prick was through his underpants.
They kissed, and Draco’s mouth turned rough, biting. He kissed her like he was trying to prove something to himself.
“Everything is okay.” She guided his hand under her dress. She wasn’t wearing knickers and she let him feel how slick she was.
“Fuck,” Draco groaned as he sank two fingers into her. He watched her face as he shagged her with his fingers. “She loves when I’m inside her, Weasley.”
“That’s nice. Now take off her dress. I want to see everything.”
Laughing, she turned around so Draco could unzip her.
She wasn’t good at giving a show, but she did her best to slip seductively out of the dress. She even bent over to give them a good look of her perky arse, her delicate lips.
When she turned back around, both of their hot gazes were on her.
“Draco, remove your underpants and have a seat on the settee,” she said.
Draco sat down on the settee. Then, jaw-pulsing, he yanked off his pants and neatly folded them.
Hermione and Charlie eased to their knees in front of him. Hermione took him into her mouth, sucking and licking. She drew back and let Charlie have a suck. When Charlie wrapped his mouth around him, Draco made a high noise in his throat.
Hermione carded her fingers through Charlie’s hair, then guided him up and down on Draco’s cock.
“Just like that,” she murmured. “You want to be so good for him, don’t you?” Charlie moaned.
She glanced up at Draco and found him utterly riveted. She moved to the side so Charlie could have room to really pleasure him.
Charlie cradled his bollocks and took him deep, so deep. Draco threw his head back and thrust, and it caused Charlie to choke.
“Oh god,” Draco said, sounding utterly wrecked.
Hermione thought to give them a moment to themselves. She eased to her feet and moved about the room to collect their empty cups and plates. She popped into the kitchen for a moment, and when she returned, she found Draco fucking Charlie’s mouth roughly.
It was hot, so hot, but she didn’t think she would ever want Draco to fuck her mouth like that. Draco already had too much sexual power over her, and she didn’t think she would like being choked by him, but perhaps if he begged nicely …
“I’m going to come,” Draco growled.
Charlie ripped away. His mouth was drenched.
“Let’s go to my bedroom,” she said. “I want to make this baby in comfort.”
They eagerly followed her, and Draco yelped when Charlie smacked his arse.
In her bedroom she had lit candles that smelled of warm vanilla and she had switched on her Muggle fairy lights. Draco frowned at the twinkling bulbs. They were entirely too Muggle for his liking.
Charlie tugged out of his clothes, revealing his strong chest and hard cock. He wasn’t as long as Draco but he had more girth. She took a moment to map the scars on his chest with her mouth.
“Enough of that,” Draco said, and pulled her to the bed. Charlie snorted.
Hermione ended up on her back with Draco looming over her. She could tell by the look on his face that he felt like he had something to prove.
Hermione smoothed her hands down his warm back. She kissed his cheek and murmured, “Please, I’m so desperate.”
His grey eyes glittered. “You want my cock?”
“I want to have your baby.”
Watching her face, he took himself in hand and carefully thrust into her. She let all her want show in her expression.
“Yeah? Like that?” he whispered when he was all the way inside her.
“Oh, please. Fuck me.”
Draco rocked into her, going slowly at first, but it took no time at all for him to turn rough and commanding. He pounded into her and she sank her nails into his shoulders as she tried to hold on.
Then he was fisting her hair, holding her in place. He growled in her ear, “All mine—you’re all mine.”
Draco fucked her brutally, not losing his control over her. Their flesh made a smacking sound.
Distantly, she felt Charlie kneel on the bed. He touched her hair and Draco growled in warning.
“Be a good boy and share her,” Charlie said.
“She’s mine.” Draco pinned her hands over her head so she couldn’t touch Charlie.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” Charlie whispered.
The bed moved a bit, and she knew Charlie was wanking. She turned her head, wanting to see, but Draco held her wrists in one hand and grabbed her chin with the other.
“No, don’t look at him.” His voice was so dark.
She stared into his lidded eyes. She saw the possession, the desperation. “Please,” she said.
“Your cunt is so tight for me, so wet. It’s desperate to be filled, isn’t it?”
“Yes.”
“And you want me to fill you up, don’t you?”
“Yes, yes.”
Draco groaned deeply. “I’m going to fill you up to the brim with my seed. Then you’ll have no choice but to have my baby.”
“I want it.” She tried to writhe, but his hold on her was too strong. “Please—I want it.”
“Good, because I’m going to come.” He pounded into her a few more times, then his hips stuttered. He moaned loudly as he emptied himself deep inside her. She felt how his cock throbbed and she squeezed around him, wanting every last drop.
When it was all over, Draco lay as dead weight on top of her. He groaned weakly as she urged him onto his side.
Hermione was overheated, her cunt fluttering. She just wanted to be filled again.
“Come here,” Charlie murmured and pulled her into his arms.
“Let's give him a show.”
Grinning, Charlie kissed her. “All right.”
They shoved Draco over, giving themselves more room. Hermione straddled his hips, facing backwards. Realising what was happening, Draco scrambled to the edge of the bed so he would have a good view.
“Ready?” Charlie asked quietly.
“Yes.”
Together, they worked his cock into her. It took a few strokes and some shifting, but then she was able to lean back on his chest and ride him oh so sensually.
Draco Summoned his wand just so he could turn on more Muggle lights. His gaze was so greedy as he watched Charlie move in and out of her.
She bounced on his cock, moaning. “He feels so good, Draco.”
Draco licked his lips. He inched closer.
“Come on, mate. Get inside her with me.”
“Oh,” she moaned.
Draco’s gaze snapped to her face. “Would you like that?”
“Yes—with help from a spell. I would like to still have a cunt after this.”
Beneath her, Charlie huffed a breathless laugh.
Draco caught her gaze. “I want it to be my baby.”
Hermione moaned again. “Please—get inside me.”
“Yes,” he said, but then he did something truly shocking: He dipped his head to eat her cunt.
“Fuck,” Charlie whimpered as Draco licked up his shaft to her clit.
Then, as if they had come to some silent agreement to utterly ruin her, Draco sucked her clit as Charlie held her hips tightly and pounded into her.
“Come for us, love,” Charlie gasped. “I feel you fluttering. You love it, don’t you? Listen to Malfoy moan so eagerly. He loves your little clit. He’s so greedy for it.”
Draco licked and licked, and his mouth was hungry as he ate her. Then he looked up at her, crouched between both of her legs, and it drove Hermione over the edge.
Hermione clenched so tightly as she orgasmed that she pushed Charlie out.
Shuddering, her cunt still pulsing from her orgasm, she watched as Draco tasted his cock. It was unbelievably hot.
Charlie tried to shove at Draco’s head. “Don’t do that, or you’ll make me come,” he hissed.
“Okay, okay,” she said, still shuddering. She patted desperately for her own wand, then, with about half her brain working, she cast the spell that stretched her cunt just a little more. “Now get in me. Get in me and come inside me.” She was blabbering. “Get me more wet. Cast a lube spell, yeah? Be quick about it. Come on.”
“Yes,” Draco said, getting her wet with his wand.
Then Charlie worked his cock back into her. It wasn’t enough.
Awkwardly, Draco crouched over her. He pressed into her, watching how he stretched her cunt, and his mouth dropped open.
“Oh my god,” she moaned.
Draco pulled out a little, then pushed back in. This time it was Charlie who moaned.
Draco thrust into her, over and over. She was ruined, utterly ruined, and for some reason, she couldn’t stop blabbering.
“Fuck me, please,” she whimpered. “Yes, just like that. Oh, fuck. I feel both of you throbbing inside me. Do you feel it, Draco? Do you feel how hard and thick Charlie is?”
“Yes,” Draco gasped.
“It’s too much, it’s too much,” she cried. “Please—come inside me. Both of you. Give me a baby. Both of you. I want to have your baby. I love you, I love you.”
“Hermione,” Draco said, shuddering.
“I’m coming,” Charlie whimpered. He thrust and thrust, and Draco’s eyes rolled back, his mouth open on cry—because he felt how Charlie filled her with spunk—they both felt it—
Crying out, Draco came too. He tried to thrust, but it was so slick and she was squeezing both of them so tightly. She felt how she utterly dipped with their seed.
Hermione was so overwhelmed that she lost herself for a moment. She might have even slept.
When she opened her eyes, Charlie was asleep next to her and Draco was strumming her clit with his thumb. She moaned and arched, utterly exhausted.
“All mine,” Draco whispered, and he touched her stomach. Then: “Come for me again. I know you can.”
“Draco,” she sighed. Her orgasm came over her like a soft wave.
He mounted her for the third and final time that night, and she fell asleep with him leisurely working in and out of her.
“She’s so precious,” Charlie cooed. He held little Narcissa Rose in his arms.
Strangely, the little girl had Draco’s blonde hair, Hermione’s brown eyes, and Charlie’s freckles.
“Yes, she is,” Draco said proudly.
Hermione was still surprised she had agreed to name her baby after Draco’s mother, but Narcissa Rose had grown on her, and she knew that his mother’s memory meant a lot to Draco.
The three happy parents beamed at their new baby. Charlie bounced her and cooed. He had just come in from Romania and he couldn’t get enough of his little girl.
Hermione knew Draco was convinced Narcissa Rose was his, but she was determined to never cast a spell to confirm it. She quite liked the idea of never truly knowing.
And anyway, the sex was far too good between the three of them to break up their casual relationship. Even Draco admitted it.
“Thank you for helping me become a mum.” Hermione kissed Charlie, then Draco. “I love both of you so much.”
“Yes.” Draco smiled.
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Date: 2022-03-23 11:47 am (UTC)