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Hermione drapes herself along Draco's body, leg nestled in between his and her head on his shoulder, their left hands tangled together while she traces patterns along his bare skin. Rain thrashes against their windows as the storm that's battering England ramps up in intensity and she sighs, trying to imagine how the warm sun would have felt on her skin on their anniversary trip. All of the tiny bikinis that she was going to surprise the boys with are now shoved back into a corner of their closet due to the Ministry declaring portkey travel unsafe.
At her sigh, Draco's fingers tighten around hers and she presses a kiss to the side of his neck before she resumes her invisible drawing.
Theo shifts in her periphery, drawing her attention to where he sits on the matching sofa across from them. One leg crossed beneath himself and the other bent with yesterday's newspaper folded up and propped on his knee, he looks so studious whenever he scribbles something into place. She smiles at his look of concentration, his eyebrows furrowed while he chews on the end of his pen, noting the muggle behavior with satisfaction. Draco's back vibrates against her chest as he hums, no doubt watching Theo's tongue press against the plastic.
Lightning flashes, brightening the room before a loud crack of thunder releases, causing Hermione to jump and tighten her grip on Draco's hand.
“You okay, love?” Theo asks around the pen, his eyes darting up to meet hers.
“Yes,” she replies tersely before resting her cheek against their boyfriend's back. “I'm tired of all this rain. I just wanted sex in a Greek villa for our anniversary.”
“We can still have sex, Granger.” Draco's laugh nearly has her toppling off his back but as she readjusts, her thigh moves higher between his legs. She relishes the low moan that he releases but then she focuses on the conversation at hand.
“But not in a Greek villa,” she emphasizes. “That's the most important part.”
Both of them make a noise of disapproval and Hermione tries not to roll her eyes.
“I'm with Draco, the sex is the important part.” Theo stares intently at his crossword. “3 letter word for snake, not boa.”
The boys are quiet while they think and Hermione summons her own pen. Grinning as Theo huffs in frustration, she starts to outline the beginning of a snake along Draco's back.
“Salazar would be very disappointed in his house for not knowing this answer.” A laugh releases from her lips as her boyfriends mutter under their breaths. “Asp.”
Theo writes it in and throws a wink her way. “Thanks, darling.”
Quiet settles over them with the storm filling the silence, the body of the snake growing to take up the length of Draco's spine. He twitches every now and then when she hits a particularly ticklish spot but eventually his quiet snores fill the room.
Theo looks over the newspaper to watch Hermione for a moment, her pen layering ink on the pale skin of their boyfriend's back. She begins with sketching out light red while deciding on the final shape, then the ink shifts to black. He loves finding her random doodles in their home, whether it's in the margins of the newspaper or their recipe cards when it's his turn to cook. It's a treat to watch her drawing on a live canvas.
But he can see an underlying sadness in her and he knows he'll have to pull Draco aside to talk about the possibility of giving her their anniversary present early.
“Did you think sex was off the table since we're not in Greece?”
He fills in another clue and goes back to biting his pen as Hermione colors in a particular spot she's working on.
“No, of course not. It's just that… It was going to be special, Theo.” Her voice is filled with pure anguish as she moves on to a different part of Draco's spine and continues to draw. “I went shopping with Pansy and now it all feels like a waste.”
Theo's eyebrow raises and he tosses the paper onto the coffee table. “Come here,” he murmurs.
She hesitates, even though they both know Draco won't wake up, then presses a kiss to his skin and moves the hair that's fallen near his eye. After a quick stretch, she makes her way across the room then settles her knees on either side of his legs to straddle his lap. His eyes automatically drop to her bare thighs, the shortest shorts he’s ever seen her wear riding up the silky skin.
All it takes is something as simple as Hermione climbing on his lap and he's instantly ready to sink his cock inside of her.
“First of all, you can wear whatever you bought if you really want to, love. Trust me when I say neither of us will be disappointed. Second, it doesn't matter where we are for our anniversary. What's special is that we're together and I get a taste of both of you.”
The way she pouts is adorable and he runs his hands up her legs, hoping it’s some sort of comfort since he can't help the way his hands travel along the expanse of her thighs.
But then she pushes at his shoulder, thoroughly distracting him. For the moment.
“It's not just the clothes, Theo! It was the whole ambiance of it. Us dressing up, the Mediterranean sunset, the beautiful water. I was planning on seducing the two of you.”
He blinks at her, eyebrows furrowing. “Baby, between your tits and Draco's dick, I wouldn't have even realized what fucking country we were in, let alone the “ambiance” of our dinner. I can guarantee that I would have been sneaking my hands underneath your dress the entire time to see how wet I could get you.”
She’s still pouting but he's rewarded with a sweet kiss, her nails scraping along his scalp until Hermione is cradling the back of his head.
His hands disappear underneath her shorts, thumbs running along her slit and gathering the slick there before grazing her clit.
“Looks like you don’t need the ambiance either, dear,” he says smugly. The whine she releases is music to his ears and Theo immediately deepens the kiss.
Pulling her more firmly into his lap, he drags Hermione back and forth so she's riding him through their clothes, her quiet whimper sweet on his tongue. The warmth radiating from her is tempting enough that he contemplates making her come like this, grinding together like randy sixth years.
Hermione breaks the kiss with a pained noise, like it’s killing her to keep up her end of the charade. “But I had the most perfect heels for it too.”
Before he can counter that there’s no reason for her not to wear them here, she’s joining their lips once more, her clever tongue darting out to tease his.
The waves crash on the shore and he's treated to the sight of Theo on his knees in between Hermione's thighs, dress hitched up to her waist. Her head tips back, backlit by the setting sun, the different hues bouncing off the surrounding villas painting their room and her white dress in beautiful complimentary colors.
A high pitched moan fills the room and Draco finds himself walking closer, palming his erection as Theo spreads their girlfriend out even more. The sight is something to behold, the two most perfect people in this universe laid out in front of him and they're his.
Moving closer, he tucks his fingers into Theo's hair and pushes him closer, the resulting moan muffled. Hermione reaches out, brushing her fingers against his to help, wrapping a leg over their boyfriend's shoulder.
He hears her mention something about her heels but when Draco looks down, they're blurry. Perplexed, he moves to touch them but looks back when he hears the telltale sound of her nearing orgasm. But Gods, as much as he is yearning to watch, his mind can't get over the heels…
A groan rattles in his chest as he stretches, slowly blinking his eyes open to adjust to the low light in their living room. Unfortunately, he’s woken up to the sound of a roaring thunderstorm and not a Greek paradise.
Draco catches the tail end of their conversation, about said high heels from his dream, but his eyes are glued to Hermione's ass as she leans up to kiss Theo.
“I guess we'll just have to fuck you in them in our bed,” he mumbles out while crossing the living room. Kneeling before the pair, he slides his hands up her calves, dropping a kiss on her back.
Theo makes a hum of agreement, pushing her top up momentarily to lap at her nipples. “Not complaining one bit if you wear them around the flat naked.”
He feels a shiver run through her body and he almost wants to tell her to go put them on right this instant. Instead, he brushes her hair aside and presses his lips to the soft skin behind her ear.
“The cats,” she tries, but her voice is already wrecked and breathless. “The street cats around Greece, I was looking forward to them, too.”
He shares a disbelieving look with Theo, the other man rolling his eyes lightheartedly. “Go for a walk tomorrow and pet the neighbor’s cat digging through the rubbish. We’re busy right now.”
Theo urges Hermione to her feet to rid her of her shorts, only to be met with her bare cunt. Draco bites his bottom lip, suppressing a groan at how wet she is already. They grab at her legs, guiding her back to sit on the couch while Theo joins him on the floor. Both of them spread her further open but before he can lean down, Theo grasps his chin for a kiss.
He falls against his boyfriend's chest, savoring the remnants of Earl Grey on his lips. Draco reaches down, palming the other man’s cock through the thin layer of fabric separating them.
Theo's hand curls around his neck and they both moan, lips parting so their tongues can move against one another. Draco gets lost in it, still a bit hazy from his nap and the wet dream that his subconscious conjured up. He thinks he might even taste a hint of Hermione on their boyfriend's lips but before he can contemplate it further, a low whine breaks the moment.
Looking up, he can see her dilated pupils and decides he wants to play with her a bit.
“What brought all this on?” Draco asks, running his fingers through Hermione’s soaked folds. He couldn’t have been asleep that long and she’s practically fucking dripping already onto the cushion already.
“The little minx was telling me all about her seduction technique for our trip.”
“Is that so?”
“It didn’t even occur to her that either of us might’ve been planning the seduction of a lifetime.”
He brings his fingers to his mouth, licking the tips clean with a thoughtful hum as though he were tasting a fine wine. Hermione squeaks and he glances at her with a small smirk, then goes back to addressing Theo like she’s not even there.
“Brightest witch, my arse.”
“I know,” Theo says in a stage whisper laced with fake shock. He wrenches her knees further apart so that they can both wedge between her thighs, Theo plastered to his back. “Silly bint thought we’d give a shit about dinner.”
“You’d think she’d have realized by now that we are more than satisfied eating that sweet cunt instead.” Draco punctuates his words by slipping a single finger inside her, Theo watching over his shoulder while absently rutting his hard length into his thigh.
She knocks her head into the back of the couch, arching and bearing down for more which he refuses to give. Theo appears to have other ideas, dragging his knuckles up her inner thigh. He swipes his thumb over her clit in a fleeting pass, doesn’t hesitate before sliding in two more fingers next to his.
“Oh gods,” Hermione whimpers. She brings her hands up to her chest, palming her breasts through her shirt.
The view is mesmerizing. Between the way she plucks and rolls her nipples to the way their fingers alternate being inside her, he'd honestly think that he was still dreaming if it wasn't for the way he can feel the way she clenches around them.
The sight of her already stretched full with only their fingers has his mouth watering, but he’s torn between whether he wants to add more or take her place.
“You’ll have both our cocks someday soon, gorgeous.”
“How soon?”
“Oh, I don't know. Practice makes perfect, darling. But I think at this moment, it should be our turn. Give the queen a nice pre-dinner show.”
Hermione and Theo both glance over at him and he can guess the thought running through their minds, a lovely repeat from the first time they slept together. And as satisfying as it is to bury himself to the hilt inside of Theo, his brain is entranced by the vision of Hermione. Fuck, it's been ages since he's been stretched by their boyfriend's delicious fingers and cock.
“You know, I was thinking Theo could fuck me tonight. Special occasion and all that.”
The man in question grins wolfishly and gives him a lingering once over. “Whatever you want, handsome. But I think we need to get her majesty off at least once first.”
Theo leans down, licking at the crease of Hermione's thigh and along his fingers before pulling her clit between his lips. They're rewarded with a high keening moan and her legs falling open even wider.
“Her majesty agrees,” Hermione pipes in, panting, rocking into the touch.
“Well, if she agrees,” Draco smiles and leans in beside the other man.
His tongue brushes against Theo's while they both tease her clit and he groans when he gets a taste of the pair of them.
Hermione's breath hitches and her hand drops down to his hair, gripping the strands between her fingers. He glances up to see she's rucked her shirt up over her breasts, so he takes the opportunity to reach forward to roll her nipple between his knuckles.
“Don’t make me wait,” she whimpers breathlessly, desperately trying to keep her eyes open to watch them.
He sucks her clit with an obscene noise before he lifts his head and looks to Theo. “Did you hear something?”
He makes an affirmative noise, Hermione keening at the vibration, before separating his mouth from her too. “I did. Maybe we're not working hard enough. That just won't do.”
Both men return their attention between her legs, Theo staying focused on her clit while Draco dips lower to run his tongue along the puckered skin of her ass.
Draco feels the fingers next to his crook and rub against her g-spot so he mimics the same motion while dipping his tongue into her. The resulting moan has him twitching in anticipation.
Theo's fingers start to pump faster and their tongues create an obscene noise that echoes throughout the sitting room. Just as he sucks the tight ring, Hermione's legs tighten around both of them and she tugs harshly at the strands of hair still laced between her fingers.
“Ohgodohgodohgod,” she breathes out, trembling beneath them, trying to snap her legs shut. But Theo is unrelenting, a hand firm on her thigh to keep her held open, fingertips digging into the thick muscle there and sure to bruise later.
A souvenir from their holiday.
Draco pulls away first, setting her leg down on the ground and kissing the soft skin of her knee. Their boyfriend follows next and he can't help but laugh at the proud grin on his face.
“Is her Majesty satisfied?” He asks, dragging a thumb along the edge of his lip to swipe away the moisture before popping it into his mouth.
Hermione swallows roughly at the sound he makes as his finger leaves his lips.
“For now.”
“Good. In that case, I want you to strip, Malfoy. Let me see that pert arse.”
Hermione slumps down onto her back, desperately trying to catch her breath as Draco stands, beginning to strip away the layers that stand between their gaze and his bare skin. Where Draco is teasingly slow, Theo has already discarded his shirt to the side and pushed down the flannel pants he was wearing.
She honestly can't wait to watch them. Even though they were teasing, she's glad that they've already given her an orgasm because there's nothing like witnessing how they come together with one another.
When all of their clothes have fallen to the floor, Theo turns Draco around and kneels, pulling the other man down with him, urging him to brace himself on his forearms.
Theo starts to work him open with his tongue, kneading his fingers into the muscle of Draco’s arse when he tries to rut backwards.
Rather than give him what he wants, Theo pulls away to lean back on his knees, muttering a lubrication charm as he rubs his middle finger along his rim. Draco growls when he presses inside, already angling his hips back and trying to take more.
“Cheeky slut,” Theo says with affection, adding the tip of a second finger. “Slow down before you hurt yourself.”
“I'm fucking fine,” he insists. “Though I might change my mind if you don't hurry up.”
Please don't, Hermione begs to the heavens as Theo works his fingers in and out, grumbling about how no one has any manners.
Fisting a hand in Draco's hair, he yanks his head back. “This is a rarity, let me enjoy it.”
As if to defy him even further, Draco reaches down to stroke himself and moans louder into the room.
“Enough, I need you to fuck me.”
“Please,” Theo corrects, shuffling closer on his knees to line up his cock.
A huff, but he acquiesces. “Please.”
Hermione leans back onto her elbows, rubbing her thighs together as Theo sinks deep into their boyfriend. Both of them have a look of utter bliss on their faces, teeth sinking into their bottom lips and moans joining the cacophony of clapping of thunder.
She pulls her shirt overhead, throwing it somewhere across the room then runs a hand through her hair, fluffing it out so it's out of her eyes.
Hermione's other fingers trail from her collar bone down the line of her torso until they slide between her thighs. Releasing a small moan, her fingers move along her clit as Theo reaches around to stroke Draco's cock.
“Well aren't you a greedy girl?”
Her eyes darted up to his, her lips parting. “Me?” She squeaks out.
“Yes, you. I see those eager fingers itching to sink into your pretty cunt again. You’ve got Draco here squeezing around me as he watches you.”
“I-I'm sorry?”
Theo tilts his head, licking his lips. “I don't think you are but lie back. Spread your legs, let us see.”
She does as she’s told, opening wide enough that both Theo and Draco are watching with a certain hunger in their eyes.
“Fucking perfect, Hermione. Slide in a finger.”
Again, she obeys, slipping her index finger inside herself. But after having them stretch her already, it’s not enough, it barely does anything to quell her arousal.
“Do you need another one?”
“Yes, please,” she whispers, hoping he’ll be kind and allow it.
“Go ahead,” Theo nods, and relief floods through her chest as her middle finger joins the first.
Her fingers curl up but they don’t reach quite like Theo’s or Draco’s do. Regardless, Hermione continues desperately, canting her hips so that the heel of her hand grinds against her clit.
She tries to keep time with them, fucking herself the same rhythm Theo fucks Draco. Crooking her fingers whenever Theo rolls his hips deep and dirty enough to have silver eyes rolling back.
When she feels her orgasm just out of reach, she looks at Theo with wide, pleading eyes.
“Can I come?”
“Only if you stay quiet.”
To comply with his rule, she lays back and brings a hand over her mouth, biting hard enough that not a peep could escape. Her fingers pump faster and soon she’s clenching around them, clamping her legs shut as she rides it out.
“Would you say that was quiet enough, Draco?”
Hermione’s eyes pop open, connecting with his hooded eyes. Part of her prays that it was silent enough that she’ll be granted another orgasm but another part wants the attention she would likely get as a ‘punishment.’
“She’s being a brat,” he moans out, turning to press his forehead against the carpet. “Fuck, Theo. Do that again.”
“I am not!” she snaps, and she realizes she's fallen for the bait when Draco smirks lazily at her.
“So fucking needy, that one is.” Theo rolls his eyes. “Always has to have all eyes on her.”
“I do not!” As soon as the words leave her mouth, she squeezes her eyes shut.
“Oh? You don’t?” Theo asks with a cruel laugh. “So you’re telling me that you have a front row seat to me fucking Draco into the ground, a sight that literally no one else in the entire world will ever see, but it’s not enough?”
Hermione hates that he puts it that way because he’s right.
“Maybe,” she admits.
“At least she's honest,” Draco chimes in and Hermione levels a glare at him.
“Enough, you're in time-out.” Theo gestures with his chin and she looks at him in disbelief. “Enjoy the show.”
He really ignores her then, his full attention focused on Draco and any reaction he can draw out of him. Cataloguing every sound, every twitch. The way his moan shifts deeper when Theo starts pulling him back to meet his thrusts.
“Christ alive,” Draco bites out into the carpet.
“You should get this tattooed on your back,” Theo pants, dismissive of Draco now too, even while running his hand along his spine and pushing him into the floor. She bites her bottom lip, leaning over to look at the drawing.
It does look good against his back and it makes her cheeks warm that Theo agrees.
“Mm, look and see how proud she is, Draco. The loveliest shade of pink.”
Theo reaches out and traces the outline of her lips as he buries himself deep into Draco. Two fingers pause to pop the bottom one free from the hold her teeth have on it, then he slides them into her mouth.
Hermione moans and curls her tongue around the digits, grasping his wrist and closing her eyes at the taste of their boyfriend. Her thighs squeeze together of their own volition, her cunt still needy and aching.
“Open your eyes,” Draco demands, his head turned and watching.
She follows the command and Theo slips his fingers further on her tongue.
“See?” Theo says pointedly. “Greedy. Draco and I were having a moment and you had to make it all about you.”
She can’t properly shake her head to deny it with his fingers down her throat, tears filling her eyes as he begins to move his hips, fucking them in tandem.
This is new for them, Theo calling the shots and being even sassier than usual. But it's so wildly attractive that she swallows around his fingers then takes him even deeper.
“So pretty,” Draco murmurs, fists curled into the carpet.
“Both of you are. And taking directions so incredibly well that it's almost like you want something.”
And she does. She'd practically give them anything to shimmy beneath Draco and have him slide into her. She knows she's wet enough and it would be so easy to wrap her legs around her boyfriend's thighs to open up wide.
As if Theo can read her mind, he tsks and slips another finger into her mouth. “You are going to sit there and look pretty while I take care of Draco. Understand?”
Hermione whimpers, swallowing around his fingers, and nods carefully.
Theo pulls his hand back to wipe himself off on her lips, then gives a hard tap to her cheek. “Good girl.”
He must decide to put on a display of strength, shooting her a wink and hauling Draco by his upper arms until his back is flush against his chest.
“Fuck,” Draco gasps, the breath punched out of him now that he’s practically sitting on Theo’s cock. He turns his head to tuck into Theo’s neck with a deep groan. “Close.”
“Already, darling?” He bucks his hips and Hermione watches greedily, committing every detail to memory. The bob of Draco’s throat when he swallows thickly, the shivering muscles of his abdomen, the twitch of his cock. “And what if I said to keep your hands off your prick until I’m done with you?”
Draco moans out, “I'd say yes, sir.”
It's muffled but the submissive tone is nearly enough to set her off. Then Draco's hands drop to Theo's thighs, digging his fingers in with a vice grip.
Hermione leans forward, her own hands resting on her thighs, watching intently. She can tell Draco is close just by the way he's breathing.
They look beautiful, just like the very first time she saw them again at the beginning of Harry and Pansy's whirlwind romance. Anyone looking at them would agree that they’re perfect together, and she's the one lucky enough to be in a position to witness it.
Her eyes hungrily rake over them almost all at once - Theo's hair starting to stick to his forehead, the sweat making Draco's scars glisten, the obscene sounds of their coupling music to her ears.
Theo turns, angling down to give their boyfriend a kiss as his hand runs over his chest. After a moment, he presses small kisses along his jaw until he reaches the back of Draco's neck to suck a mark into the pale skin.
As his thrusts start to falter, Theo grips Draco’s hip, focusing on driving into him harder.
Draco gasps and the moment he starts to come, she's completely entranced. His cock jumps and he subtly thrusts into the air as a spurt of his cum drips to the floor.
“That's so sexy,” she breathes out, still watching with rapt attention.
Theo glances over their boyfriend's shoulder and a look of surprise takes over his face. He quickly reaches around to take hold of Draco's cock, jerking him quickly so he comes in thick stripes over his stomach. He doesn't stop when Draco hisses at the sensitivity, only slowing when his cock is completely spent.
Theo pushes against his neck, easing him down so he's pressed back to the ground. Draco lets out a weak moan at the change in position, but Theo must be feeling merciful because he pulls out to fist his cock above the drawing on Draco’s back.
“Seems only fair that I get to leave my mark on you too, hm?” he murmurs before coming on top of the ink, and Hermione’s mouth practically waters at the sight. If she had it her way tonight she would lick him clean so they could roll straight into round two, but she’ll grant them a break for now.
“Fuck, I think I've died and gone to heaven.” Theo looks to the ceiling, chest heaving as he drags in deep breaths. “I don't know how you do this, Draco.”
“Back at you,” he wheezes from where he's collapsed in a heap on the floor.
Hermione laughs quietly before leaning down to give Draco a sweet kiss then another to Theo.
“I love you.”
She sprawls out on the couch as they mumble it back, clearly tired from all the exertion. While they take a moment to themselves, Hermione smiles softly and watches how their previously frantic hold on one another turns soft and reverent.
As if she were the one being soothed by their touch, her eyes drift shut and she soon falls asleep.
Even though it's well past midnight and they should have retired to bed, it's officially their anniversary and he can't help but be giddy, especially after the turn of events of Draco submitting to him. The blond has already gone to rinse off and Theo still has to hold back from kicking his feet in delight.
When his stomach informs him of how long it’s been since he’s eaten any food, he creeps to the kitchen, cursing their spacious loft not for the first time. While he’d love to surprise his partners with a late night snack, he knows the sound will carry straight over the kitchen island into the sitting room before long.
As he rinses off a carton full of strawberries to go with their late night breakfast, he glances over at their girlfriend snoozing away in the other room. They've always talked about how gorgeous she is while they're away on a job but there's something about her post-sex-haze nap that has him thinking that she looks ethereal – the curve of her body, a faint blush on the apples of her cheeks, curly hair spilling over the side of the couch.
How is he the luckiest man in the world? Not only does he have the most intelligent, beautiful witch, but also the most devastatingly handsome, talented wizard that have walked this earth? All of the legends of Greek gods don’t hold a candle to them.
Warm hands skim his sides and Theo glances over his shoulder to find a very shirtless Draco with his joggers curling low around his hips.
Turning back to the task at hand, he rids the berries of their leafy tops and holds one up to Draco's mouth. The man's tongue wraps around his fingers and Theo has to suppress a moan.
“Stop that,” he murmurs.
His boyfriend hums and brushes his lips along Theo's back. The sensation of open mouthed kisses and small, fleeting licks has his heart racing and his cock twitching with renewed interest.
“Who would have thought Draco Malfoy would be one of the neediest bottoms to ever exist?” he teases.
“Am not.”
Resuming his chopping, he grins when Draco fully wraps his arms around him then buries his face against Theo's spine.
Looking down at the fingers tracing the band of his flannel pajamas, he has to hold back a laugh at the small, petulant voice. Normally the roles are reversed, it's usually himself or Hermione wanting comfort afterwards, but not quite to this extent.
“I’ve just never seen you be quite this affectionate, handsome.”
After a few minutes of silence, he can feel more than hear his boyfriend mumble a question into his skin.
“Sorry, couldn't hear you. What was that?”
“What if we got married?”
It's practically a whisper but he hears it oh so crystal clear. He slips and the knife lodges into the wood cutting board, his heart skipping a beat.
“Don't propose to me while I'm chopping!”
His voice is loud enough that Hermione shifts on the couch, a disgruntled noise escaping her lips as she adjusts to rest her head onto her arm. Theo feels like his heart is about to burst out of his chest and tries to squash the overwhelming panic.
Or is it excitement?
Is this really happening right now?
“I'm not proposing, you git! I specifically said what if,” he whispers harshly into Theo's ear. The warmth dissipates from his back for a moment while Draco peaks over the island, presumably to check that Hermione is still sleeping.
For some reason he'll maybe attempt to understand later, a rush of disappointment runs through his body until he feels Draco nuzzling against his skin once more, as if he's shy about the whole conversation.
“Well I have a knife! Don't…” he pauses, trying to get his erratic heart rate under control. “Don't surprise me like that.”
But now that the idea has been planted…
Setting said knife aside, Theo covers his boyfriend's arms with his own, leaning back and hugging them as close together as possible.
“That doesn't sound so terrible,” he murmurs.
“Yeah?”
He nods then looks back to Hermione, peacefully unaware while they discuss the possibility of marriage. There's a moment of quiet contemplation and he basks in it, the warmth of their love in their safe haven of a home.
“Do you think she'd want to marry us?”
“Do you want to marry us?” Draco insists. “You matter just as much, I’m asking you now.”
Turning in his arms, Theo looks into those piercing silver eyes then touches his forehead to Draco's. “My place has always been by your side. In this lifetime and all the others. I love you in every sense of the word. So yes, I want to marry you. I want to marry Hermione. You're both my family and nothing would make me happier than the ability to flaunt it even more to the world.”
Draco feels like his heart has seized inside of his chest. They were inseparable as toddlers, best friends throughout their first bouts of accidental magic, their schooling, then the war. Even when society would spit at their feet and turn their backs on them, they stood side by side.
So hearing this? This big declaration of love from the biggest constant in his life has him weak in the knees. He never thought they'd come to this point, going from friends to lovers but he's glad that they have. Because this? This feels right, like he's finally close to fitting all the pieces to the puzzle of his life together.
“I love you, too, Theo.” He leans in closer, kissing him gently and clasping his hand around Theo's neck.
“You know, I always thought I'd watch you fall in love and get married. That I'd be standing next to you as your best man.” His finger traces the band of Draco's joggers, tucking into the fabric and teasing the trail of hair leading to his groin. “I never imagined that I would be included in that love story, or that when we would start discussing rings that it'd be because you love me, too.”
His eyes close and his lips run along the stubble of his boyfriend's jaw. “I've always loved you. And it only makes sense that the woman I love would need to love you as well because you have always been my other half. Hermione completes us.”
Theo's hand starts to disappear into his joggers and it takes everything within him to hold back a moan.
“We need to go to our vaults, find a ring.”
“Ring, yes. To… Fuck,” he whimpers.
“I mean, I can certainly find you a cock ring, handsome, but I don't think Hermione would want it on her finger.”
Draco bites the soft skin near Theo's pulse in retaliation, moaning quietly at the way he tastes.
“What has you thinking about all this?”
“You two. Marking me up.” He smirks at Theo’s quiet groan. “Thought we should have something we can actually show others.”
“I would’ve given you a good buggering more often if I knew it was going to get you to propose,” Theo pants.
The teasing is almost enough to get him to fall to his knees and take Theo into his mouth so he can show the man just how much he loves the idea of picking out rings. But just as he's about to, a sleepy, slurred voice fills the room.
“Wha d'you mean by propose?”
They both freeze, green eyes meeting his own in panic before they both look to watch Hermione - bushy hair doubled in size from sleep - rubbing her face to wake up.
“Draco was just proposing that we do presents!” Theo says brightly.
He nods in agreement then glances down at Theo's hand, still in his pants against his now softening cock. Looking back up, he raises an eyebrow and smirks at the way his boyfriend huffs.
Later, he mouths.
“Oh, well let me go grab yours from our room,” Hermione says with a yawn.
Hermione pulls on Theo's discarded shirt as she heads up to their bedroom. Even though she's still waking up from her nap, the excitement of finally giving her boys their gifts is taking over.
Hidden in her luggage she didn’t have the heart to unpack, she digs out the wrapped presents and checks to make sure there are no rips in the paper. The two packages are identical but they couldn't be wrapped more differently - Draco's covered in shimmering golden snitches enchanted to dart around the paper and Theo's a solid green perfectly matching the shade of his eyes.
Tucking both under her arm, Hermione stands and heads back down to the living room but finds only Theo sitting on the couch. Rounding the furniture, she kisses his cheek then hands him his gift.
“Where's Draco?”
“He'll be back soon.”
She blinks at the vague reply and holds his present in her lap, rubbing her fingers over the raised design as her boyfriend sips a fresh cup of tea. The hallway upstairs glows green from the office floo and Hermione's eyebrows furrow together when Draco walks out empty handed.
Clearing her throat, she hands him his gift when he sits in the armchair next to them.
“Who should go first?” He asks, smiling down at the snitches as his finger rubs over the embossed paper.
Glancing at Theo, she nervously chews on her nail and shrugs. “Open them at the same time.”
Twin flames in so many ways, they could not be more different about unwrapping a gift. Draco is meticulous, his finger carefully tracing the paper he unfolds. Theo tears into his with a wild grin on his face like a small child.
Practically in sync, they both reveal the custom leather packs that she had made with their initials monogrammed on the clasp.
“These are beautiful, Granger, thank you.”
Hermione gestures for them to unbuckle the packs. “Keep going.”
Theo digs into the main compartment, surprised when his arm slips in further than expected. “An extension charm? There's no way they gave you permission for this.”
“Who said I asked?”
Draco plucks something from one of the pockets on the front, his eyes widening at two vials in his hands, staring at her neat print carefully written onto the side. The silence makes her wary and she wrings her hands.
“Where… How?” he asks with a shake of his head. “These are extremely rare, Hermione.”
She’s anxious to answer but then she looks over to Theo who is running his fingers over it carefully like she handed over a vial of raw unicorn blood.
“I may or may not have gone foraging while the two of you were away and brewed it in my lab at work.”
“You what?” Draco turns to her with wide eyes.
Hermione rubs the fabric of Theo’s shirt between her fingers, her cheeks heating up at the attention. “Well, I know the Ministry has been short on stores and keeping the rare potions under lock and key lately.”
Theo clears his throat and gently tucks the vial back into the leather carrying case. “How do you know that?”
She darts her tongue out to lick her lips then tips back her head, glancing around to prepare for the verbal lashing they’re sure to give her. “I overheard you two talking about it when I came home one day.”
“So you took it upon yourself to spend months illegally crafting potions?” Theo asks with a thunderous look on his face, before he brightens drastically. “Hermione Granger, you brilliant bootlegger!”
Relief runs through her when she's not chided. Even though the boys want to protect her by default, she's always been capable of fending for herself, but still not quite used to having two people respect it.
Draco tosses his wrapping paper at Theo’s face before turning to Hermione with a smile. “Brilliant, but fucking dangerous too.”
“Worth it,” she replies with a smirk. “I’d do it all over again just to keep you two safe.”
Leaning forward, Draco tips her chin up with his knuckle and gives her the most gentle kiss she’s ever received from him. “Thank you, darling. Love you,” he murmurs against her lips.
“I love you, too.”
Suddenly, Theo jumps up and takes the stairs two at a time, his steps thumping above their heads. She pulls away to watch but Draco grasps her chin again and thoroughly distracts her.
Entering their office, Theo looks around until he finds the small cat bed near the fireplace, a small lump of snow white fur sleeping peacefully, an emerald bow loosely wrapped around its neck.
He gently picks her up, her angry mew of protest melting his heart, and cradles her in the crook of his arm, taking careful steps to join them back in the living room. When he reaches the landing before the stairs, he hears a gentle moan.
“Will the two of you stop for five minutes so Hermione can cover her eyes?”
Her sigh can be heard from upstairs and he laughs while going down. Once he settles down, Draco gives him a grin, reaching over to rub his thumb over the patch of light gray fur between her ears.
Draco grabs a throw pillow off the couch and places it in Hermione's lap. The way she scrunches her face is so adorable that he speeds up settling the kitten on top.
“You can open your eyes.”
Hermione glances at them before looking down, a hand automatically covering her mouth as she gasps.
“Oh my god. You're so precious.”
She picks up the kitten, cooing at the small creature until it gives her a squeak of a meow in return.
“It's a girl,” Draco says after clearing his throat. “We wanted you to name her.”
Theo watches as lists of names start running through her mind, admiring the way tears fill her eyes like this gift might just make up for the lack of Greek sun.
“Aurora.”
He grins instantly. “A prissy name for a pretty cat.”
Hermione glares at him as Draco rolls his eyes. “Why that name? Just curious, is all. I like it.”
She's quiet for a moment, nuzzling her nose into the kitten's fur. “It's a Black family tradition, isn't it? Celestial names.”
His heart aches as he looks from her to Draco and he watches the emotion swim through his boyfriend's eyes. “You don't have to do that, Hermione. My family…”
She automatically begins to shake her head before cutting him off. “This is our family and I like tradition. Even if she's a kitten, she's ours.”
“I agree,” Theo adds. “New generation and all. Plus Aurora gives us some practice. You know, just in case.”
Hermione's head shoots up, inadvertently jostling the kitten who narrows her tiny blue eyes at the movement. “Not any time soon.”
Grasping for anything to direct the conversation elsewhere, Hermione urges them to move on and share the remaining presents, as eager to find out what they are as if they were for her.
Theo pulls out a small box that’s wrapped in emerald and silver, handing it to Draco with a grin on his face. In return, his boyfriend hands him an even smaller gift bag and he knows his mouth immediately turns into a frown.
“You first,” Draco insists.
Rolling his eyes, he pulls at the ribbon and tosses it away. Reaching into the velvet lined bag, he pulls out a small metal object with a ring around his finger.
“Thanks?”
“Turn it over, you git.”
Hermione sighs and shakes her head but watches in fascination.
Turning the metal disk around, his eyebrows shoot up. “I hope your day is as nice as my butt.” Theo snorts then winks at Draco. “It is a nice arse.”
“You got him a keychain when he doesn’t own keys?” Hermione asks incredulously.
“You’re next!” Theo grins, spinning the keychain around his finger as Draco opens the paper carefully.
He pulls out a mug and raises a perfect blonde eyebrow. “I like you how I like my coffee…constantly inside me.” Turning the mug, it has a picture of Theo and Hermione that he had taken of them.
Hermione sputters, looking back and forth between the pair of them while the kitten purrs away in her lap. “You’re such… boys!”
“What? We’re rich, we can buy whatever we want whenever we want. We’d much rather spoil you than each other. Hence…” Draco motions towards the gag gifts.
“Insufferable.” She shakes her head with a sigh, and he has to bite his tongue so he doesn’t spill the details of his and Theo’s earlier conversation.
Laying on his side, Theo reaches over to scratch between the kitten's ears. “But you still enjoy us, no?”
“Most of the time.”
Theo hums as their girlfriend's face turns from exasperation to confusion.
“If we were going to be in Greece, was my daughter going to be here by herself?”
Before he can reassure her that the kitten was perfectly safe and fine, Theo jumps up to his feet and glances at his watchless wrist.
“Would you look at the time? I think the strawberries are burning!”
Hermione's jaw drops as Theo runs into the kitchen, resuming the chopping that he abandoned earlier during their talk. As stove knobs are turned and the sound of retrieving bowls fills the silence, she turns her angered gaze upon him.
He immediately puts his hands up in surrender. “She was safe at Pansy's the entire time. I swear it.”
What he thought would quell her worry seems to only incense her further. “You remember that our anniversary coincides with Pansy's anniversary. She'll be shagging Harry for the week, and sweet little Aurora would've been left to fend for herself! Honestly, Draco, how could you?”
He's speechless as he remembers that miniscule detail. Sure, he did have to shield his eyes to pick up the kitten, but Draco knows damn well that neither of them would face Hermione's wrath by leaving her unattended.
She gets to her feet, taking Aurora with her, and walks haughtily to the kitchen. Draco turns, eyes darting between the two of them as she looks up at their boyfriend with loving eyes.
The kitten takes careful, sprawling steps across the counter and even though he'll have to reprimand both of them for teaching the cat bad behaviors, he can't help but think how excited he is to spend the rest of his life with them.