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Theo stood at the entrance of his study as he gripped a glass of Ogdens in one hand, leaning against the doorframe into his study where his wife was bent over one corner of his desk as she tried to reach a hook with a strand of garland.
“You do know you’re a witch, correct?” He asked without moving from his spot as he smirked.
Hermione jumped slightly as she turned to look at him, her brown eyes bright and wide. “Theo! I told you to stop sneaking up on me!”
“I’ve been here for like three minutes and I greeted you when I walked in. Not my fault you were lost in your own beautiful mind.” He pushed off from the doorway and made his way over to her, placing his cup on one of her many strategically placed coasters and pulled her closer by her hips. “How often are you going to come in and fix that bloody garland?”
“It keeps falling!” She tried to turn but he tightened his grip. Her eyes found his and she narrowed them. “I’m starting to think you do it on purpose to get me to come in here and fix it.”
Theo chuckled as he leaned in and placed a kiss on her forehead. As he stepped back and really took her in, his heart stuttered. His witch—his sister—was truly the most beautiful woman in the world and even if she didn’t know it, he would spend the rest of their lives trying to convince her.
As he looked up from where his eyes had followed the red material of her tight dress to the black stockings and black heels, he shook his head. “Hypothetically, if that were the case. It would be purely for research purposes.”
He turned away as she hummed behind him, taking in the tree Hermione had set up in the window of his study before making his way around the desk to his seat. “And what sort of hypothesis are you trying to study?”
Theo lowered himself into his chair as Hermione slowly followed after him, her fingers softly dragging along the top of his desk. He cocked his head, a smirk revealing his dimples as she stopped with her arms crossed in front of her.
“I simply believe that you suffer from temporary memory loss when faced with problems so easily fixed with magic.”
She rolled her eyes because she always did when faced with his antics but Theo didn’t mind, he loved so much about her but her attitude toward him was always something he’d been unable to resist. He reached out and grabbed her, pulling her closer and closer before she fell into his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck.
The curl of her red lips was enticing, the white of her teeth peeking out before she shook her head. “Well, why would that matter when I have such a good big brother and husband to come in and help me.”
It never took much for his wife to make his cock hard but that? That would do it faster than anything every fucking time. His grip tightened on her hips and he let out a small groan as he leaned in, his lips hovering just over hers, grateful that there, they never had to fucking pretend.
Pretending was always torture.
Not that he had to pretend to love her or act like he wanted to touch her when he shouldn’t. No, there wasn’t an ounce of Theodore Nott that even thought about faking it as he held Hermione in the presence of others.
What was agonizing was knowing exactly who Hermione really was to him and always having to keep it a secret from everyone else.
They wouldn’t understand and they both knew it. It was just easier this way.
No one but them would get that she was the woman he’d shared a womb with, the witch who’d shared his first breath. When they’d found out, all they could think of was that they would never be able to find someone more perfectly made for them and they had known right away that no one but them could know.
Hermione had truly been made for him and how many lovers could claim that as anything more than a romantic notion. Were they really wrong for not wanting to give that up? Others would think so, would call them vile and disgusting but there was nothing of the sort involved with the way Theo and Hermione loved each other so they kept it to themselves.
To the outside world, they were a couple that had found each other at a young age and learned to love through a war and the trials that came after. They were as close to soulmates as anyone could get, or so Weasley often told them. But within their own home, obscured by the walls built centuries ago by the very magic that naturally ran through both their veins, with the blood that gave them both life, they knew the truth. And that was enough for them.
So it was safe to say that Theo, as he sat there with that little witch in his arms, was extremely happy that Hermione had decided that Christmas eve that year would be spent together, alone.
He closed the space and pressed his lips to hers, kissed her like a man desperate and ravenous, unashamed at the fact that was exactly what he always was when it came to her. He just knew if he were to pull away from her then, it would allow the gift he'd been given to be snatched away. Still, his witch was determined to make him suffer so with a hum, she gave him one last peck and shifted in his lap.
“Mipsy has confirmed all the dishes for tomorrow, she’s excited to be able to host Christmas dinner this year,” she said as he nodded his agreement and leaned in, pressing a kiss to the middle of her chest. “She told me she’s awfully excited to be able to do all the Christmas things she used to do with you. Particularly with Draco and Lavender's little girl.”
Theo pulled back but his eyes only went as far as her lips as he watched her speak before he looked up and met her gaze. “She always did want a little girl to dress up.”
Hermione bit her lip and averted her eyes from his. He waited, watching as she thought through whatever it was she wanted to say before she looked back to him, cheeks flushed and eyes wide. “Do you think that perhaps, she would want one, or maybe two, here all the time?”
Theo’s heart raced as his mind tried to catch up, his cock already twitching in his trousers as he hoped she meant what he thought she did. Even while he found himself asking, “What does that mean, love?”
Her delicate hands ran up the sides of his neck into his hair, lightly pulling on the strands. “It means, I know what I want for Christmas.”
He swallowed, his throat tight as Hermione lifted herself from his lap only to lift her dress up her thighs and straddle him. “Night before… whatever could that brilliant mind have thought of?”
Her smile had his cock throbbing as she rocked forward slightly, lips grazing the shell of his ear as she leaned in. “For you to give me a baby, Theo. Do you think you could do that?”
The only sound he could hear was the blood rushing in his ears, the way his heart pounded in his chest as he stared at the woman in his lap. The beautiful, perfect fucking witch that looked at him like the future of her happiness hinged on whether he rejected her or not and well, what kind of brother would he be if he didn’t want to see his sister happy.
His hands gripped her hips and he pulled her down, grinding her warm cunt along his covered cock. “Fuck. Is that really what you want? It’s not enough for you that you get to fuck your big brother every night while the whole world is clueless but now you want to be filled by me? Want me to fuck my seed into you until it fucking takes?”
She hadn’t meant to lose control of the moan she gave him, he could tell, but as she did, her head fell back slightly with those lips parted and he could have come right then and there. “Yes, Theo. Please. I want you to fuck me. And fill me up. I want you to make my cunt leak your cum for days after we're done.”
“Such a fucking whore.”
Hermione nodded as she met his hooded gaze. “I want to walk around and feel it dripping out of me, no one knowing it's because I have the best brother who will do anything to take care of me and make me happy.”
“Merlin,” he groaned under his breath.
He brought her lips to his and kissed her, consumed her, fucking worshiped her as best he could from the spot where he sat. Theo tasted her and committed it to memory the same way he always did, cataloging all the ways he earned gasps and rolls of her hips as she drove herself closer to her own completion on the evidence of his arousal.
“That’s it. Such a perfect little whore for me, aren't you?” he asked as his mouth trailed away from hers and to her neck. “Working for your release on my lap like a common slut.”
Hermione nodded as she sucked in a breath. “Yes. Fuck yes.”
“Go on, love. Make yourself come,” he told her as he watched her hips, the way her dress had ridden up and exposed her lace covered cunt to him with each rock back and forth. “Come for me, Hermione.”
Her nails dug into the skin on his shoulders as she arched into her release, thighs shaking as she screamed his name. Her chest rose and fell rapidly as she attempted to catch her breath but Theo was only just getting started.
He was quick in his movements as he roughly stood from the chair, enjoying the little yelp that fell from her as she clenched her legs around his waist. Fuck, he loved how it felt for Hermione to cling to him, desperately wrap herself around him and rub that perfect cunt along his covered cock. Theo’s hands gripped her thighs tight, held her close as he placed her on the edge of the desk before he flicked his wand toward the fireplace and muttered a spell to lock it. As soon as the fire lit, he pulled back and stared down at his witch.
Gods, she was fucking gorgeous.
He’d spent years admiring her hair, longing to feel how soft it was in his hand and as soon as he’d been able to, he’d never stopped. In the firelight, those pretty brown curls were a mess, dark strands he wanted to see around the back of his fist as he fucked himself into her.
Only after they had learned the truth, could he see that they were the same as his own, even if his were more manageable.
Her brown eyes carried flecks of color from the warm lights on the tree to their right that spread over the expanse of her pale skin but he was focused on the slope of her nose that was identical to his own. The way her lips curled ever so slightly as her fingers grazed down the middle of his covered chest to the top of his trousers. His eyes trailed down the expanse of her bare neck to the peek of her collarbone that showed itself through the fabric of her dress.
Only when she reached up and deft fingers played with the knot of his tie did he snap his gaze up to meet hers once more. Her face was flushed, freckles covered in such a pretty blush he couldn’t help but still her hands with his own as he leaned in and pressed a kiss to the apple of her cheek.
“I’m going to show you how good of a brother I can be,” he said as he slowly slipped the knot loose, pulling the article from around his neck before he motioned to her with his chin. “Sit up, pretty girl.”
Hermione did so without fight or hesitation because she trusted him. There was no one in the world who Hermione trusted more than Theo and he would cherish that honor for the rest of his life. He carefully placed the thickest part of the green material over her eyes and secured it behind her head before he pressed a kiss to the middle of her forehead.
“Before we really get started,” he said softly, his hand splayed on one thigh and the other cupping the back of her head. “What is your safe word, Hermione?”
“Bah Humbug?” She answered softly with a little smirk before a gasp was ripped from her mouth as he gripped her hair tighter, pulling her head back slightly.
“Only good little sluts get filled with cum.”
“Quaffle. It’s Quaffle, Theo.”
The corners of his mouth quirked before he nodded once. “Good girl.”
Without another word, Theo let go of the witch entirely and left her there where she sat, legs spread and knees bent over the edge of the desk with that pretty red fabric barely hanging between her thighs. It covered the white lace he knew was underneath it all but that was fine, he would wait until the right moment to unwrap his gift. Instead, he stood back and watched her build in anticipation. He slowly undid the buttons at his wrist and then took his time meticulously undoing the ones down his torso, one by one.
Her cheeks grew hotter, more and more flushed as she sat there, abusing her bottom lip with her teeth until she finally let it go. She hated this, hated the waiting and the not knowing but Theo loved it. He loved to see her squirm before he gave her what she needed.
“Impatient, love?” He asked with a deep chuckle as he pulled the shirt off his body and let it drop to the floor.
She groaned softly at the sound of the fabric hitting the wood, her legs closing every so slightly before he narrowed his eyes and spelled them open. Nice and spread for him to watch as she became a dripping mess all over the desk that had belonged to their family for centuries. If he were lucky, maybe it would even ruin that one spot and he’d be able to see the evidence of their depravity every fucking day.
“What are you doing?” She asked.
He smirked as his hands moved down to the buckle of his belt and slowly slid the leather through. “Just getting undressed the Muggle way, love. How you prefer me to.”
“Yes, because I enjoy watching, Theodore.”
He tsked as he pressed his finger under her chin and forced her to look up, even if she couldn’t see him through the material blocking her eyes. “Now, what ever did I do to deserve my full name from your lips, baby?”
“Theo,” she whispered, a pathetic desperation to her tone. “Please.”
“My my, begging already? A desperate little slag, aren't you?” He canted his head before he palmed his hard cock through his pants. It throbbed, eager and ready to fill his witch but he needed more time.
Time to appreciate and worship the woman who had been made for him.
Hermione whimpered, a pretty little sound before she played with the strap of her dress. “Can I take this off?”
“Go on,” he said, eyes locking onto the sight of her sliding off the desk where she reached behind herself and slid the zipper down. Within seconds she had slipped her arms from the straps and let the skirt pool at her feet. “Merlin, look at you. Done up all pretty for me like that. I should really cover you in lights like my own little tree.”
She nodded, lip sucked between her teeth before she moved just enough to move the dress and kick it to the side. “Won’t you touch me?”
“Hmm. Maybe.” Theo walked over to the tree and searched its branches before his gaze slowly slid over to Hermione where she waited so perfectly. “Get back on my desk and lay on your back, love.”
He was careful as he grabbed his wand and severed a long, thin branch, a bushel of needles on the end exactly what he wanted. Once he turned back to his witch, he muttered a spell and a strand of lights removed itself from the tree, wrapping around her wrists before it stuck itself to the top of his desk. As she struggled against the light restraint, he walked around her.
Such a pretty little thing she was like that, all decorated just for him.
He dropped his hand and the points of the needles ran along her bare shin. She shivered and flinched slightly, pulling at her wrists with a gasp. Theo couldn’t help but chuckle, a low and hungry sound as he continued up, passing her soft thighs to the expanse of that perfect fucking stomach. He could already envision how she would look with his cock stuffed deep inside her, the bulge that would form as he fucked his seed into her womb until it took.
How round she would get as their baby grew, as she grew the most perfect heir for their family. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he couldn't help but think that perhaps Thoros would have been proud of them, knowing there was never going to be an heir more purely Nott than the one Hermione was going to give him.
But first, his little slut needed to earn it.
As the needles passed over her lace covered breasts, Hermione moaned and arched her back. Goosebumps erupted across her skin and Theo longed to lap at them all, to feel the texture of her pleasure against his tongue.
“Theo, please,” she gasped as he picked up the branch and lightly smacked it against the middle of her stomach.
“You look so desperate like this, panting and dripping all over my desk. But you like that don’t you? You enjoy it when I make you feel like something for me to play with.”
He gave her another smack, this one harder than the last and his eyes locked onto the little red lines forming on her skin. Gorgeous little welts. His hand followed, a warm touch to soothe the sting as he trailed his fingertips over the slightly raised skin, biting back a groan.
“Yes.” She was breathless as she responded, Theo vanishing the branch before he stopped right between her spread legs.
He ran his hands up the outside of her calves and thighs before he pulled her as far down as he could, her arms outstretched above her head. His head lowered and he pressed a kiss to the inside of her knee, relishing the choked sounds he earned as his witch lifted her head in vain to try and watch him. So, he kept his eyes on her, the way her chest heaved with every kiss and lick and nip to her flesh before he reached the pair of knickers, soaked through with her pleasure.
“Look at you, a pathetic, dripping, little mess thinking about your brother fucking your precious cunt, aren’t you?” He inhaled deeply, his nose pressed to her mound and let out a depraved groan. “Perfect fucking slag.”
Theo didn’t attempt to remove her knickers before he sucked her clit into his mouth, her pleasure flooding his tongue with each suction of the white fabric. His eyes fluttered shut as it coated his mouth, his hands gripping her thighs as she bucked her hips.
“Theo,” she moaned. “Theo, please. Please, I need more.”
“So fucking needy.” With a wordless spell, her knickers and brassiere vanished into the hamper up in their room and he was greeted with her pretty, glistening cunt. “I know what you need.”
As he latched his mouth onto her clit, lapping at it with the rough side of his tongue, he pressed one and then two fingers into her. He was slow as he fucked her with them, allowing everything he was doing to slowly build her to her release as she cursed and begged and gasped like his perfect little witch.
He waited until he couldn’t anymore to hook his fingers, pressing them up into that spot within her that always drove her over the edge and he watched as she broke. She tried to curl in on herself, back bending and thighs closing around his head but Theo maintained his pace, allowing her to ride out her release on his fingers and tongue.
He gave her no time to catch her breath before he vanished his pants and gripped his cock with the hand she had coated. He gripped her hip as he ran the head through her folds, playing with the reactions he would get every time it pressed against her sensitive clit. Only when he was ready did he vanish the tie and watch as her brown eyes focused on him.
“Look at me, baby. That’s it.”
He lined up his cock and never took his eyes from hers as he pressed in, slowly filling her a little at a time. He would pull out some and press in further, giving her more and more each time as she clenched and fluttered around him.
“Fuck, yes,” he rasped as he picked up her leg and placed it over his shoulder, pressing even deeper into her perfect cunt as he did so. “Take me so well, love. Taking your brother’s cock so fucking well. Fucking made for this, weren’t you. Made for taking me.”
“I was. Fuck, I was, Theo. Made for you.”
He nodded as he thrust harder, fucking her into the desk as she screamed. As he dropped her foot to the desk, he watched her stomach as the bulge of his cock pressing against her cervix drove him closer and closer but he wasn’t done yet. He wanted—no, he needed—her to come on his cock. Needed to feel his perfect little sister's cunt flutter around him before he gave her what she so sweetly asked him for.
His hand covered the spot where he could feel his cock through her and his thumb slid over her clit. With swipes that matched his thrusts, he nodded along with her as she begged him to not stop, to keep going just like he was.
“That’s it, come on my cock like a fucking whore. Go on, Hermione. Come for me.”
Theo almost lost himself as she finally found her release and her cunt tightened painfully, clenching around him as he continued to fuck her through it. Still, he barely let her body go limp before he spelled away the lights around her wrists and pulled her up. He flipped her over and pressed her face into the hard desk, his hand tight on the sides of her throat as he ran his hand over her ass.
“I love you, Hermione,” he said as he gripped his cock dripping in her release.
She nodded through the haze of her pleasure and he chuckled, shaking his head before he bent down so he could whisper where she could hear him.
“Remember that as I fuck you, yeah?”
He didn’t give her time to question him before he slammed into her. He filled her to the brim and didn’t stop. With each thrust, he knew he was fucking her hips into the hard wood of the desk but he didn’t care. He would worship the bruises he left later but for now, he wanted to use his little whore and she was desperate to be used.
“Theo,” she moaned as she grasped pathetically at the sides of the desk, desperate to grab onto anything.
“What?” he asked roughly before he reached forward and wrapped her hair around his fist before pulling her back against his chest. “I don’t hear a safe word.”
She shook her head as best she could and gripped at his forearms. “Fuck, please. Please put a baby in me.”
Fuck. He stuttered for a moment before he picked back up and pushed her forward, her face pressed hard into the wood. “Yeah? Want my cum fucked into you and bred like a little slut, Hermione? Want to carry your brother’s baby, our family’s heir?”
“Yes! Yes, Theo. Please, fuck, please give me your baby!”
“That’s it, baby. Fuck, look at you taking my cock like you’re gonna take my seed. So fucking deep.” He moaned as his words made her cunt flutter around him and he knew they were both too close, there would be no more drawing it out. “I’m going to give it to you and you’re going to take it all, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Theo. All of it.”
“Merlin, you’ll be the death of me, witch.” He shook his head as he watched his cock slide in and out of his witch, veins coated in her pleasure as he fucked her further into it. “Come for me. Give me one more and I’ll give it to you, love.”
Hermione nodded as he wrapped his arm down and around, his thumb pressed to her clit where he barely touched her and she shattered. Legs shaking and her back arched, she fell apart on his cock and it was that, the knowledge that he she was going to take his seed that made his hips stutter and spill it all into her waiting womb. Ropes of cum coated her walls and filled her completely as he gripped her hips until he stilled.
They both stayed like that, connected with everything between them and Theo leaned down to press a kiss to her spine before laying his damp forehead there. They caught their breaths and within minutes, Theo softened and slipped from her cunt, earning a pretty little whimper from the witch in his arms.
He turned her around without a word and pressed a kiss to her lips as he backed her up, seating her on the edge of the desk once more.
“What if it doesn’t take this time?” She asked and he looked up to find her bottom lip between her teeth.
Theo chuckled, his hand running up the inside of her thigh before he collected the amount of his cum that had started to leak from her and gently pushed it back in. His fingers slowly fucked the seed into her as her head fell back and her hand gripped his arm tightly.
“Then we keep doing exactly this until it does,” he said, circling his thumb around her clit. “Do you have any opposition to that plan, love?”
Hermione shook her head slowly as she opened her eyes and met his. “No. No I don’t.”
“Good.” He looked over at the clock on the mantle chimed midnight and Hermione fell apart one last time on his hand, full of his cum, and face flushed with pleasure. He leaned in, pressing a kiss to her lips and when he pulled away, he smirked, one identical to her own. “Merry Christmas, little sister.”
finite.