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“Thank you so much for making this house call, Healer Nott. I understand St. Mungo’s doesn’t permit them often, but with Draco’s recent contributions, I’d hoped they’d allow you to visit us. Scorpius wouldn’t have lasted with a Side-Along or by going through the Floo Network,” Hermione Granger expressed earnestly to the young Healer as they walked the halls of Malfoy Manor; she walked closely to him.

Hermione’s honey scent enveloped Theo. He attempted to focus on the task at hand, a child in need of his remedies, and not Hermione Granger-Malfoy in Muggle jeans which hugged her bum and curves so perfectly. Coupled with her soft but commanding tone, Theo almost combusted on the spot.

Every time he was in the older witch’s vicinity his mouth went dry and his knees wobbled. She knew how to command a room and everyone’s attention; Theo knew first-hand. Hermione attended every one of Scorpius’ health check-ups along with her husband.

Right, her husband, Draco Malfoy.

Theo remembered his first year as a Healer when he assisted Hermione in her first pregnancy. He got to know the married couple living in harmonious bliss in the large estate that was Malfoy Manor.

Theo could fit his entire flat inside one room of the Manor, and they’d never know. The Manor was so large it had its own wings; someone could live in one wing and forget someone else stayed in another.

Theo admired the couple; Draco and Hermione conversed freely with all Healers regarding Scorpius and Lyra’s care and always had thoughtful questions. The couple spoke to their children as if they were the only important beings in the world, valuing what they had to say, even at such young ages. Draco and Hermione, at every chance, boasted about their children’s accomplishments, Scorpius’ high learning aptitudes, and Lyra’s wit and capability to already handle a broom. For some appointments, Hermione and Lyra showed up in matching outfits to which Theo’s heart swelled each time. Then, at the occasional Christmas party attended by Theo, Scorpius and Lyra were showered in hugs, kisses, presents, affection, and praise. Draco and Hermione adored their children but so did an entire village of family and friends.

The couple cared for their children deeply and didn’t shy away from providing them with the love Nott Sr. deprived Theo of as a child. Theo yearned to have the support system Lyra and Scorpius have now when he was younger. However, Nott Sr. was more interested in Theo learning how to fight and use Dark magic; screams and the yells of the Unforgivable Curses were his lullabies. Theo swore if Draco cuddled him as he’d seen him do with his kids, and most likely with his wife, all his problems would be solved too. Then, there was Hermione’s sweet voice and attentive, caring personality; Theo could only hope for such a witch in his life.

Theo secretly wished he could spend more time with the couple outside of their visits to St. Mungo’s. He prolonged their appointments each time savouring what Hermione and Draco wore while he gave both parents the same lecture he’d given a hundred times about mental health and the proper rest a child needs.

Theo loathed to admit how much of his Healer privileges he utilised to remain close to the couple and sneak a peek at their salacious physiques. Which may or may not include attending parties at Malfoy Manor at St. Mungo’s expense, claiming he was helping with donations, or how at every chance, he opted to complete house visits despite St. Mungo’s strict rule regarding on-site appointments. Not to mention the occasional Mother’s Day, Father’s Day, birthday, and holiday card he sent offering the pair well wishes under the guise of it being for the kids; regardless of the gift he sent with each card. Even a bloody troll could make out his pathetic ruse of pining.

Deep down, Theo knew he had no place or right to insert himself between the happy couple. No matter how much he appreciated them, he wouldn’t disparage their marriage with his lustful pining, even though they both were so delectable. Theo bit his lip; Hermione's supple and smooth legs and Draco’s muscular and towering form came to mind. He envisioned himself submitting and kneeling for them both, hanging onto every single word of their commands.

Theo sighed and shook his head at his thoughts. He matched Hermione’s pace and followed her to Scorpius’ room.

“It’s not a problem at all Mrs. Granger-Malfoy. For any of my patients, I will tend to their health, and I want to ensure Scorpius is alright. Regardless of your husband’s contributions—which the hospital is thankful for and does need—I would’ve made the trip. Today is no exception.” He offered the concerned mother a tentative smile.

Hermione patted his arm. “How many times do I have to tell you to call me Hermione, Theo? You’ve been Scorpius’ Healer since you were a first-year Healer assisting my wizarding obstetrician with my pregnancy and then you birthed Lyra yourself. We are way past formalities.” She smiled.

Theo returned the smile. “Of course, Mrs—Hermione.”

“Now, let's get you settled inside.” She motioned to Scorpius’ bedroom door. “Lyra is staying with her grandmother until Scorpius starts to feel better. Draco stayed with Scorpius while I retrieved you from the gates.”

Theo knocked on the door.

Draco’s voice boomed, “Come in.”

Scorpius slept on the bed, and at his bedside was a dishevelled Draco Malfoy. His platinum blond locks went in many directions and there were dark circles under his eyes, a hint at the long night the married couple endured.

Mr. Malfoy’s shirt was unbuttoned, and his rolled-up sleeves allowed for a better view of his calloused hands and protruding veins. Theo bit his lip to stop his perusal of the older wizard’s body and concentrate on the task at hand. He scolded himself for still finding Mr. Malfoy alluring at this moment.

This house visit will be a trying experience.

“How’s he doing?” Hermione asked.

Draco sighed. “I gave him some water and then he dozed off.

Theo started pulling out potions from his briefcase as the couple talked over him. He tugged up the sleeves of his lime-green robes.

“I hope it’s not dragon pox.” Draco shook his head.

Hermione scoffed. “Of course, Draco. We’re all aware. Right, Theo?” Her eyes brightened at the inside joke the two of them had developed.

Draco’s grandfather, Abraxas Malfoy, passed away from a severe case of dragon pox. Concerned his son would fall to the same fate as his late grandfather, Draco vigilantly mentioned it at every check-up.

“Of course, but Mr. Malfoy I can assure you, from looking at Scorpius, he hasn't contracted dragon pox. Your wife’s detailed letter confirmed Scorpius doesn’t exhibit any of the symptoms.

Draco exhaled. “Good to know.”

Theo approached Draco with a look of hesitation. “Can I?” He motioned towards his patient.

Draco jumped. “Of course, right.” He moved to stand next to his wife.

“If you wish, you both can stay or wait in the hall. I will only be performing a few diagnostic spells on Scorpius, Mr. Malfoy,” Theo stated.

“Sure, Theo. I’ll be out in the hall, love.” Draco kissed Hermione’s cheek.

Theo focused on the diagnosis spells he was casting and not the pang in his heart at Draco’s affection for his wife.

Draco paused by the doorway. “Also, if you allow me to call you Theo, then I only think it’s fair you call me Draco.” He sent Theo a wink and continued into the hall.

Theo knew the tips of his ears were red; he prayed to Merlin Hermione couldn’t see.

“I'll join you, darling.” Hermione followed Draco out.

Theo could only make out muffled whispers from the couple while he watched various streams of colours jump out at him. A few numbers flashed in the air, describing Scorpius’ vitals.

After twenty minutes the Malfoys entered again while Theo finished his notes. He had a small medical text, The Healer’s Helpmate, opened on the bed.

“So, Healer?” Hermione inquired; her tone was laced with fear.

Theo’s eyes widened. “Oh, it’s nothing serious!” He stammered. “Scorpius is going to be fine, it seems to be a common stomach flu, persistent more within the Muggle world. I was reading this medical text to decide which medications to prescribe Scorpius if you two didn’t prefer the Muggle method. I’m adding my notes into Scorpius’ file to refer to at his next check-up,” he clarified.

Both parents’ shoulders relaxed.

“Circe.” Draco ran a hand through his hair.

Dammit, he still looked good.

Theo envied the older man and his ability to look hot even in distress.

Hermione approached Theo and engulfed him in a hug. With widened eyes, he kept his arms still at his side. Theo tried to not think about Hermione’s pert breasts pressing into his chest and the blood rushing to his cock.

“Thank you, thank you,” she exclaimed.

Draco placed a hand on his wife’s shoulder, and she turned into her husband's touch. Theo swore he could make out Hermione’s nipples through her thin t-shirt.

Theo sighed. “Oh, I don’t think I did much, it’s all Scorpius. The kid’s a fighter, he’s strong. He’ll be good as new in a couple of days,” he said while he packed.

“We’re still glad you were available to see us today,” Draco said.

Theo shook his head. “Not a problem at all. I refilled Scorpius’ water. I have some potions here which include Sleeping Draught so you both can get some sleep.” He offered them a shy smile. “Then, I have this purple potion to help with his breathing. Even in his sleep, I can hear it’s a bit irregular, so this will clear it up. He should drink this blue potion when he feels sick, and the red potion is for any general aches and pains. If his symptoms persist, please send a shout through the Floo at my office in St. Mungo’s or send a Patronus. I’ll get here as quickly as I can,” he instructed.

Hermione’s Quick-Quotes Quill raced across the parchment, catching his words while Draco nodded. Hermione then set up the potions on Scorpius’ bedside table.

“It’ll be best if he can sleep off as much of this as he can, and if you prefer to use Muggle medicine then it will only help. I’m sure you’re familiar with them, Hermione?” Theo offered.

Hermione nodded and smiled. “Yes, all this is great, Theo. You’ve been so helpful to us.”

His name rolled smoothly off Hermione’s lips as if it was her favourite song that she’s sung a thousand times before.

Theo cleared his throat and headed towards the door. “Great, so it appears I’ve done all I can.”

“Why don’t we walk you down to the Floo? The Manor is a bit of a maze.” Draco sped after him.

When Theo stopped and turned, he was barely an inch from running into Draco’s chest. His gaze travelled upwards, and Draco stood before him with an earnest look.

“Sure, sounds great. I don’t want to get lost.” He huffed out a laugh.

Theo stepped aside while Draco held his arm out for Hermione to take and they walked in front of him. Hermione's hips swayed as she spoke to Draco about an upcoming event. Draco whispered in his wife's ear, and she giggled while his hand trailed over her body. Then, out of nowhere, Hermione swatted Draco's bum as they approached the top of the stairs. The wizard turned bright red, and he huffed out expletives at his wife.

Theo internally groaned at the sight. He couldn’t decide if he wanted to be Hermione and touch Draco like that or if he wanted Hermione to swat his bum.

Draco chastised Hermione, but there was no malice in his words. The blond then turned, and his eyes fell on Theo, who averted his gaze and pretended to feign interest in Abraxas’ portrait. Draco smirked at the shy Healer and proceeded to walk to the drawing room to get to the Floo.

For a married couple with children, Draco and Hermione were still as enamoured with each other as they were when Theo first delivered the news that Hermione was pregnant. Their love for each other continued well after Scorpius was born and as they settled into their careers. Theo hoped one day someone would look at him like he hung the moon and the stars as Draco did every time Hermione spoke.

With more pep in their step, the couple was in better spirits with a confirmation that their son would be alright. They both smiled brightly at Theo who offered them a shy smile in return.

Before Theo grabbed the Floo powder to go home and take a decidedly cold shower, Hermione's angelic voice rang out.

“Wait, Theo.”

“Yes?”

“Well, Draco and I want to thank you for visiting the Manor today. We want to say your commitment to Scorpius’ health is something we don’t take lightly and thank you for being such a great Healer.” Hermione touched Theo’s arm firmly.

Theo’s mind whirled at her touch. He looked at Hermione and then at Draco who appeared unbothered by the interaction.

“It’s my job, Mrs—Hermione.” Theo cursed himself for messing up her name. “I am happy to help, especially to one of St. Mungo’s great benefactors.” He nodded to Draco. “We appreciate your contributions and if there is any way I can continue to help you both and Scorpius I will do it.” He smiled.

A spiel he’s practised a hundred times after the director of St. Mungo’s threatened everyone, including Theo, to be courteous to the Malfoys, so they continued donating galleons to the hospital.

“What we mean Theo, is we see that you don’t care about the politics or money, you care about what you do, and that’s all my wife and I could look for in a person.” Draco glanced at Hermione; a look Theo couldn’t decipher passed between them.

“Right, happy to help. I shouldn’t say this, but Scorpius is one of my favourite patients.” He shyly smiled.

Hermione’s eyes shone at Theo’s appreciation for her son.

“As a thank you to you and a way to help the hospital, we’d like to invite you to a benefit gala we’re hosting this weekend. Many of Draco’s friends will be here. Tons of opportunities for you to speak with donors and help represent St. Mungo’s,” she singsonged.

Draco smirked at his wife.

Theo perked up at the mention of a gala. After completing his studies and becoming a full-time Healer, he hadn’t met anyone who wasn’t at least a century old, and he craved human interaction. While the children he healed daily were lovely, and the other Healers he interacted with on his breaks in the café were nice, it wasn’t enough. Theo racked his brain thinking about his upcoming commitments, and then his smile faltered.

“Wait, this weekend?”

Hermione nodded.

His shoulders sank. “I'm sorry, but I can't make it. I have an um—prior commitment on Saturday and I expect it'll comprise my time on Sunday too.”

Theo winced when he saw both Malfoys deflate.

“Are you sure you can’t stop by for a couple of minutes? Draco told me a few Senior Aurors may stop by, and I know they’ve been talking about recruiting a group of Healers for their squad,” Hermione pushed.

“I’m sorry but I can’t. It's a pressing matter that I won’t miss for anything,” Theo said in a clipped tone. “I appreciate you both for thinking of me, and I can send someone in my place. The person I have in mind cares about healing and will represent me well,” he conceded.

Hermione offered him a small smile, but her eyes told another story. Draco moved to stand in front of his wife and sent Theo a similar smile.

“We’ll let you know if anything changes with Scorpius. We appreciate your help but are saddened you won’t be able to make it back this weekend. I’ll send you a letter outlining all the details for you and your colleague just in case.” Draco rubbed Theo’s arm. “We want to make it up to you.” His eyes softened.

“I appreciate your concern, but if Scorpius remains in upstanding health that is all I ask. I’m sorry, I would attend if I could,” Theo said, shifting his gaze to Hermione.

They both nodded. Theo grabbed some powder, and the green flames erupted. He exited the fireplace and entered the living room of his flat.

Theo sighed; he levitated his briefcase into his study and loosened his tie. With quick use of a Summoning Charm, he sat on the sofa with a tumbler full of Ogden's Old Firewhisky.

Theo attempted to slow down his racing heart rate. Each time he interacted with the Malfoys his skin felt like it was on fire from their touch. The looks alone were enough to send him into a frenzy.

The couple was infuriatingly hot, Mrs. Malfoy with her curves, luscious lips, and insatiable desire to know everything. Then, there was Mr. Malfoy, all hard edges, but soft. Theo itched to rub the man’s muscles and hear his hearty laugh all day long.

Theo questioned how touchy the pair were during his visit, but Scorpius was their firstborn, and if it was him, he’d be the same way. More than anything, he wished he had the same love and compassion that the Malfoys bestowed upon their son, given to him by his parents.

With an absent father focused on spewing hate and pure-blood ideology, Theo's childhood was anything but all roses. When his father wasn’t having secret meetings with his “friends", he was at home, drunk and pummelling Theo with anything in sight.

With the age gap between them, Theo was never around Draco, but that didn’t stop his father from boasting about how great Draco was and how he was such a strong wizard. To twist the knife even further, Nott Sr. always made sure to compare Theo and Draco. While Theo preferred reading, art, runes sequences, and transfiguration, Nott Sr. boasted about Draco’s combat style, his superb attention to detail in brewing potions, and how the Dark Lord highly revered Draco. Draco at the time, and now Theo thought, was everything he wasn’t.

While the Malfoys had a reputation for aligning with pure-blood ideology and the Dark Lord, Draco attempted to correct his mistakes. He publicly apologised and endured snide remarks from the Daily Prophet and his peers. Theo hoped to restore his family name, like Draco, and rectify his family’s wrongdoings. Although a Dark Mark wasn’t permanently affixed to his arm, the public held the Nott heir responsible for his father’s misdeeds. But slowly, this had begun to change. Theo had proven to be an asset to St. Mungo’s, and the large donations on his behalf plus his subsequent funding of Hogwarts only sweetened the pot.

Theo sighed and placed the chilled cup of Firewhisky against his forehead.

He was exhausted, tired of cleaning up his father’s mess and paying for it. During these moments of uncertainty with his swirling troubled thoughts, Theo missed his mother dearly. She had a way of assuaging his worries and helping him focus on the optimism of the present, forgoing his fears about the past and future.

Athena Nott passed away a few years after Theo was born. Still a young boy, he remained at his mother’s side until the end. Due to childbirth, Athena’s immune system weakened. Healers offered a short-term remedy, and it briefly worked with Theo’s mother bustling around the manor a year after he was born, but then came Nott Sr.’s rampant anger.

Darkness stewed within the elder Nott, even during the happiest of moments. Too young to bear his father’s rage, Theo’s mother took the brunt of it. Too many curses and hexes pushed her into an early grave. By the time Theo was four his mother was permanently bedridden, a ghost of the vibrant, young woman she used to be.

Saddened by her state of duress, and angered by the pain his father had caused, Theo vowed then to never become the type of man his father was.

When his mother passed, Theo didn’t understand and became irritable. He lashed out as a child and threw many tantrums, so his father decided to discipline him how he saw fit—Theo's mother, or any mother for that matter, wouldn’t have agreed with such actions. Nott Sr. claimed it was to “toughen him up for the real world”, and “he should get used to being in pain” because Nott’s didn’t earn anything, they stole.

Theo wised up, played the game with the hand he was dealt, and bided his time. His father’s attempts at avoiding prison were futile, so by the time Theo started at Hogwarts, Nott Sr. had found his new permanent home in Azkaban. During his third-year, Theo received a letter notifying him of his father’s death by despair.

Right then, Theo took his life back and never looked back. The Wizengamot seized Nott Manor as retribution and Theo lived with a distant family member who was practically on vacation every month. Once he was of age, Theo moved into a flat in London, preferring to live amongst Muggles and commute to work.

Nott Manor was never a home to Theo, more like his own personal prison for him to ruminate in his misery, listen to his father's drunken rants, and hide from the ghostlike whispers of his mother’s cries.

The only reminder of his past life, besides the annual deductions from his Gringotts vault, was his annual day of remembrance for his mother. The anniversary of her death was the upcoming Saturday and with Theo’s brooding and drinking, the remembering was likely to spill over into Sunday.

Hermione’s unpleasant face and dimmed eyes flashed in his mind. Theo grimaced and downed the rest of his drink. The tumbler clinked when he placed it on the wooden coffee table.

Taking the past into consideration, over the week his mood would worsen, every little thing would put him on edge, and his uptake of potions for a dreamless sleep would increase and so would his use of Calming Draught. Theo’s nightmares would encompass his mother’s sunken face and her last breaths, a reminder that death was imminent and inescapable.

Theo shuddered. Each year, it was harder to forget about his stolen childhood and how he still hadn't found the love he yearned for.

On Monday, a tired Theo slumped in his chair at his desk. His eyes would flutter shut as he fell asleep then he’d jolt awake and focus again on his work.

The weekend was filled with repressed emotions, shattered whiskey bottles, a litany of used Sleeping Draught and Pepper-Up Potions, unanswered Floo calls from concerned friends—well just Blaise, and another article of filth produced by Skeeter to take a stab at the Nott name yet again.

Theo went to his mother’s mausoleum located in the English countryside. Inside, he swept and placed a bouquet of rosemary flowers on a small table. He sat with his mother and discussed his dreams and aspirations, as if he was still at Nott Manor sitting on her bed, telling her what he wanted to be when he grew up. He talked about his cases at work, the Malfoys, how he’s helped St. Mungo’s acquire more funding, and the medical discoveries he wanted to research.

By the end, Theo was in tears. He wished his mother was standing next to him praising him and not in a concrete structure. Theo was furious with his father for stealing their time together, for placing their family on the wrong side of the war, but most of all he was upset with himself for letting his pain and anger control him after all these years, but the pain of losing someone he loved was a feeling that would never leave him. It would only become scarred over time, and because darkness would always welcome Theo with open arms, he’d have to work harder towards happiness and accept love to truly change.

Theo sipped his cold tea, his frown deepened at its now bitter taste. What he desperately wanted was a hot meal from the Italian restaurant around the corner from his flat, paired with a fine wine to wash away the weekend.

He checked his watch—two more hours until he was free to go home. His shift today included a round of patients in the morning, and his afternoon was spent in his office filing paperwork and catching up on notes.

While Theo researched a new case dealing with a child who was hit with a Confundus Charm, meant for another person, the green flames of his Floo erupted. Theo jumped at the intrusion; he kept a detailed calendar of all office visits, and all his patients knew he had a policy that required twenty-four hours' notice before they came to see him for an appointment. With his current state of distress, he pushed all his appointments to next week.

When the green flames disappeared, Theo met the eyes of an angry Draco Malfoy.

He scrambled in his seat and strode over to the fireplace. “Um, Hi Mr. Malfoy, I don’t recall Scorpius having an office visit today. Is everything alright?”

Theo’s heart raced at the thought of an ill Scorpius. He kept his Floo network and window open all weekend in case there was an emergency, even though he was incapacitated the entire weekend.

“No, we didn’t have an appointment today. I came because I needed to speak with you.”

Perplexed, Theo parroted him, “You wanted to speak with me? Is Scorpius alright?”

Draco scoffed with a smile. “Yes, he’s been running Hermione and I ragged with his request for treats and snacks since he can stomach food again. I’m not here about Scorpius though.”

“Then, I don’t see how I can be of any help,” Theo added.

“Oh, I think you're just the cure I’m looking for,” Draco whispered.

Theo ignored how his stomach flipped at Draco’s words.

The blond continued, “May I?” He inclined his hand towards Theo’s small lounge sofa near the fireplace.

“Of course.” Theo sat down.

Draco followed and sat next to Theo, albeit a little too close for a Healer and the parent of a patient, but Theo kept his mouth shut.

While settling onto the couch, Draco knocked his knee against Theo’s, the latter gritted his teeth to prevent himself from gasping. A jolt of electricity shocked his knee, with a glance at Draco, the blond showed no emotion.

Draco wore his usual all-black, tailored wardrobe with a fitted shirt that his muscles protruded through. From his frown, the discernible age lines deepened around his eyes. Unshaven too, Theo could make out the faintest hint of Draco’s blond scruff across his face, and white wisps shone in his hair, another sign of Draco’s maturity. Theo bit his lip, his desire to jump the older man’s bones was at an all-time high. He wanted to run his hands through Draco’s platinum hair and watch it wade through his fingers. Theo prayed to Merlin that his face was neutral and not riddled with lust.

Draco shifted his leg, so his right ankle sat on top of his left knee. With rapt attention, Theo catalogued Draco’s movements and stared at his lap to catch a glimpse of anything, but his perusal was cut short once Draco cleared his throat. Theo jumped; mischief danced within Draco’s eyes and a smug grin adorned his face.

Theo averted his gaze and gulped. He imagined a cold shower and a hard wank would be in his future before he even thought about dinner.

Theo adjusted himself in his seat, ignoring the mirth in Draco's eyes. “Is this about the benefit gala?” he asked timidly.

“Yes, I’m here about that. You know, your absence made my wife very upset.” Draco stared intensely into Theo’s eyes.

Theo squirmed under the scrutiny. Since he wasn’t on the emergency room floor, he traded his medical robes for a jumper over a shirt and tie paired with black slacks and his name tag.

“I hope you both received my letter amending my absence and the wine, along with my colleague who I hope represented St. Mungo’s well.”

Draco confirmed, “Yes, we received everything and appreciate your sentiments. Hermione decided to save the wine for a later date, knowing most of the attendees wouldn’t appreciate it. Most of them were looking to get drunk on the elf-made wine.”

The two pure-bloods shared a smile.

Theo continued, “Again, I sincerely apologise for my absence. I had a pressing matter to tend to, but I can assure you both that any other party you host I will see to it that I’m there. Please send your wife, my kindest regards, and sincerest apologies.”

Draco toyed with a non-existent string at the hem of his trousers. “You know, Healer Nott—”

“Theo, please,” he urged.

Draco smiled. “Right, Theo. I must admit I don’t think my wife would appreciate hearing your apologies from my lips. She’s more of a direct witch if you catch my drift.” He inched closer to Theo, mere centimetres between their thighs.

“Oh.” Theo scooted closer to the arm of the sofa. “Well, I’d be more than glad to make an appointment with her here, or for tea at the Manor. Sometime next week, perhaps,” he suggested.

Draco rubbed his chin in thought. “Yes, while that might suffice.” Draco followed Theo's movements and inched closer. “I think we’d be looking for something sooner. She’s had all weekend to mull over her displeasure, and I know she’d appreciate seeing you right away.”

“Well.” Theo cleared his throat messing with his sleeve. “Would tomorrow afternoon or early evening suffice? I have a light schedule this week so I’m sure someone can cover my shift.”

Draco sent him a winning smile. Theo wanted to kiss and suck on those lips all evening.

“It’s settled then. We’ll host you for dinner tomorrow night. I’m sure Scorpius will be elated to see you.”

“Great.” Theo relaxed.

Draco started to get up, but Theo stopped him. Draco raised his brow.

“If I may ask, did Ernie not show up? He assured me earlier this morning that he was there and spoke with many donors,” Theo inquired.

“How do you know Ernie?” Draco deflected the answer.

“He's a colleague. We both started working here at St. Mungo's around the same time.”

Draco tensed at Theo’s words.

“I know his girlfriend Hannah works as a reporter for the Prophet, so I’m sure she’ll add some good reviews about your family’s contributions in the paper,” Theo explained.

With years of pure-blood mannerism training, Theo was able to notice Draco relax at this explanation.

“I see. Well, his father and I do business.”

“Oh wow, I thought his father was ancient the way Ernie talks about him.”

The glare Draco sent Theo made him cower.

“If you think a man not too older than me is ancient, I'd hate to consider what you think of me.”

With widened eyes, Theo waved his hands frantically. “No, I didn't mean ancient, like being old—older. I meant that he’s wise and he isn’t ancient. I don’t think you are. Plus, if you are ancient there’s nothing wrong with it. I’ve never met his father, but if he’s close to your age I’m sure he's fit like you.” He grimaced at his words. “No, what I mean is, he’s probably a decent bloke, not some shrivelled-up wizard. Not that you are, but more like—he has your muscular form and youthful spirit. Wait, Mr.—Draco, you’re not—”

Draco raised his hand.

Flustered, Theo tried to amend his words. “Really, I mean you’re not bad looking at all, easy on the eye, I’d say—”

“Theo!” Draco had grabbed Theo’s shoulders and stood in front of him now.

Theo shuddered from Draco’s warm hands pressing into his shoulder. Draco cleared his throat and then took a step back. A warm smile graced his lips.

“Theo, it’s alright. One, it takes a lot more than words to knock this old dragon down—”

“But you’re not—”

Draco placed his forefinger against Theo's plump lips. “I allowed you to speak, so I believe it’s my turn?”

Theo nodded.

“I was going to say, I am happy to know that younger wizards and witches, like yourself, still find me as enticing as I was when I was about ten to fifteen years younger. It assures me I’m keeping up with my wife, and we’re catching the right people’s attention.” He winked.

Theo blushed profusely at his words. “Right,” he murmured.

Draco's icy eyes darkened, and his lip turned downwards. “As for Ernie.”

“Merlin, did he offend someone?”

“Are you always this eager to jump to conclusions?” Draco's finger trailed down Theo’s jaw.

“Blame it on my hunger for knowledge.”

Draco scoffed. “Now, you sound like Hermione. What am I going to do with you both?”

Theo gripped his knees in fear he’d combust from Draco’s words alone.

Draco stopped mapping Theo’s face with his finger. “To answer your question. No, Ernie was perfect. All the donors and my friends appreciated his humour and brilliance. Before the third round of drinks were passed out, he secured one million galleons for the hospital. His jokes were great, and he danced with the donors’ wives to everyone’s amusement, considering they’re ancient.” Draco straightened his posture and smirked at Theo who sunk lower in his seat. “But I’m afraid he wasn’t what we wanted.” He snarled.

He moved to stand between Theo’s legs. He towered over Theo's frame and his legs almost knocked into Theo's again.

Their proximity wasn't lost on Theo.

“Who’s we?” Theo stammered.

“Hermione and I.”

“Oh, and who was it that you two wanted?” Theo inched closer to the edge of his seat.

“You.”

Draco leaned forward and ghosted his lips over the corner of Theo’s lips. Theo desperately wanted to lean into his touch and change this ephemeral kiss into a prolonged snog.

Frozen in his seat, Theo watched Draco with hooded eyes. Draco briefly pinched Theo’s chin and then made large strides to the fireplace.

“Don’t forget Theodore, an early dinner tomorrow at the Manor, hm? We’ll unlock the Floo, so step through instead of trekking up the grounds.”

“Right.” Theo barely remembered saying anything.

“Until then, see you at five, Healer Nott.” An infuriating wink later and the Malfoy heir was gone.

Still frozen in his seat, Theo’s thoughts whirled. Between his blabbering and Draco’s flirting, especially a kiss, peck, or whatever it was—there was no way he’d last an entire dinner with Draco and Hermione.

Theo groaned, placing his head in his hands.

Hermione.

Even though Theo wasn’t privy to relationships, especially marriage, he constituted Draco’s actions as being forward and something Hermione would be furious with him for. If word got out, his job would be in jeopardy, he’d never see Scorpius or Lyra again, and Hermione would hex him seven ways to Sunday for making a move on her husband. Theo imagined the headlines Skeeter would produce. “Nott the Homewrecking Healer” or “Does Healer Nott Just Heal You or the Entire Family?”

Theo replayed the last ten minutes of Draco’s visit in his head. He shook his head. The wizard was obviously flirting and apparently had some vendetta against Ernie. Theo initially thought Draco just didn’t like the bloke, but the kiss or not kiss was unexplainable. If Draco was aiming for his cheek, he certainly didn’t accomplish it. Between the winks, touches, and comments, Theo couldn’t help but wonder.

From years of being around pure-bloods and his work as a Healer, Theo was sure of one thing: people didn’t hide what they wanted others to see, Draco Malfoy included. The blond always made his actions clear and gave little away to his true thoughts.

Draco had laid down the gauntlet. Theo only wished Hermione, Scorpius, and Lyra, the people he cared about weren’t collateral damage from his uninhibited infatuation with Draco and his wife.

Theo scoffed.

Of all the people to have a crush on it had to be the hottest and most famous couple in the wizarding world, who were happily married and parents of his favourite patients.

With a quick accio, Theo brought a glass of water to his lips and chugged it. His relentless desire for Draco hadn’t dissipated and neither did his burning shame and guilt.

Theo swore the universe was having a great laugh at him and his predicament.

He thought about cancelling but talked himself out of it. Theo decided if Draco kept up with the flirting at dinner or made any inappropriate moves, he’d call him out then and there and make it clear to Hermione that his job and the kids were the priority and not absolving their marriage.

No matter how alluring they both were.

It was settled, but in the back of Theo’s mind, an incessant thought of fear gnawed at him.

What if there wasn’t any misinterpretation, and Draco’s words were sincere?

Then, —Theo’s breath hitched—Draco reciprocated his feelings.

Theo refilled his glass with a quick Aguamenti and nervously gulped down the icy water.

While he was promised a quiet dinner tomorrow, one was obviously not going to be in his future.

Not five minutes early or five minutes late, right on the dot at five o'clock in the evening, Theo showed up at Malfoy Manor. The green flames of the Floo extinguished behind him.

As soon as he entered the Malfoys’ drawing room, Hermione’s honey and vanilla perfume and voluminous curls enveloped him.

“Theo, I’m so glad you made it.”

Once Hermione backed away from their hug, Theo had a better look at her. She wore a short baby blue sundress paired with tan sandals; his mouth went dry at the sight of her.

How could Draco not desire this beautiful witch?

Hermione’s mesmerising curves were on display, her breasts nearly popped out of her dress, full from the birth of two children. Theo’s tongue swiped across his bottom lip, ready to reach out and suckle her breasts and squish his face between them. Hermione’s hips were wider than most witches his age and her bum was captivating; she certainly filled out with age. His hands itched to sink themselves into her plump arse.

Theo thanked the stars he was able to bear witness to her beauty. Even after all these years, Hermione could command every room she walked into. Comfortable in her skin and body, she shone brightly wherever she went.

Theo gulped and rubbed his hands across his jeans. He peered at his beat-up trainers, glad he opted for a simple cashmere jumper and not a casual shirt. Between the dimmed lighting, candles, and Hermione’s wardrobe he wondered if this was a more formal dinner with the couple; if Hermione’s outfit was any consolation, it likely was.

Did the witch ever wear anything that wasn’t sensuous and hugged her curves in all the right places?

Theo prayed to Merlin she didn’t.

“Hello, Hermione. Thank you for having me over. I brought you this bouquet of irises since I sent the wine last weekend,” he joked.

“You’re too sweet. I’ll place these in a vase, and because you’re our guest tonight I picked your wine to pair it with tonight’s dinner.” Hermione smiled.

She grabbed the bouquet from Theo; her soft hands lingered longer than necessary on his.

“Make yourself comfortable while I set these up by the window.”

Hermione hurried off while Theo took inventory of the family photos scattered across the mantle and the wall. He hesitated to sit, most of the furniture looked too old or too expensive to touch.

“Theo, I said to get comfortable,” Hermione admonished, breaking him out of his thoughts.

She pulled him down to sit next to her on the couch. Theo faced the fireplace while Hermione faced him and leaned into the couch leaving a few inches between them. Her body heat radiated off her skin, so Theo inched closer into her orbit. Hermione placed her hand behind his shoulder on the couch, but her fingers grazed him.

At her electrifying touch, Theo shuddered in response and thrummed his fingers against his trousers. His body temperature began to rise while he imagined those same dainty fingers being the result of his undoing as Hermione brought him to completion with lascivious actions. Theo desperately needed her to touch him, or he’d have to cut this dinner short.

“Sorry, I was looking at the beautiful family photos. I can't believe Scorpius is already five, I remember when he was born, Lyra too.” Theo shook his head.

“Speaking of Scorpius, he wanted me to give you this since he and Lyra aren’t here.” Hermione handed him a coloured piece of parchment.’

“They won’t be joining us?”

“They are staying with their grandmother this weekend, as Draco and I will be preoccupied with a pressing matter.”

Theo’s cheeks pinkened. “Oh.”

He took a closer look at the parchment. It was crude but sweet in its meaning. Scorpius drew a picture of Theo in his Healer robes with his briefcase of potions, and a nicely written thank you letter accompanied the picture.

Theo blinked quickly; his heart cracked as he read the words Scorpius inscribed onto the parchment.

Thank you for helping me get better, Healer Theo. You’re the bestest Healer there is, you make everyone feel better.

— Scorpius Draco Malfoy

Theo cooed, “Wow.” He smiled brightly; a dimple pierced his cheek.

However, when he turned to look at Hermione his brain went blank at the full display of her chest.

Hermione had her head resting against her hand with her elbow stationed on the back of the sofa, sitting sideways, her full attention remained on him. When Hermione shifted, Theo’s eyes snapped back up to hers. Her eyes danced with mischief, and she offered Theo a warm smile. Confused, flustered, and certainly not thinking about nuzzling Hermione’s chest, Theo cleared his throat.

“I’ll give Scorpius my regards. This is the best card I’ve ever received. I’ll be sure to put it in my office, so he’ll see it next time he has an appointment.”

“He’ll adore that. He and Lyra think the world of you.”

“As do I of them. Don’t tell anyone but they truly are my favourite patients,” he whispered.

Hermione laughed. Theo smiled, he wanted to encapsulate her laughter in a jar and open it when he felt low, to brighten his day as Hermione brightened everything and everyone around her.

“Your secret is safe with me.” She winked.

“They’re good kids. You and Draco have raised them so well. I admire you both for being such good parents,” Theo praised.

“We appreciate that. With two parents coming out of a war we’ve tried to give them the childhood we never had but not spoil them too much. We’ve endured pain for so long it’s about time we all embraced love and warmth.”

Theo solemnly nodded.

She continued, “I was hesitant to have children, but I would never change a single thing because having them brought me—us, here to this moment, and for that I am thankful.”

Theo inhaled sharply, and if a tear slipped out, he’d blame it on the draft in the room.

“We do appreciate you stopping by last Friday. If there’s any way we can repay, say the word, and Draco and I will make it right. For you, there’s no request that is too demanding. We’ll always make sure to carve out time for you.” Her voice dropped to a low whisper.

Theo gulped and shifted his gaze. “I’ll keep that in mind. Where is Draco, is he alright?”

Hermione scoffed. “You know him, always busy with work. He said he was running late. Harry had some last-minute paperwork he wanted to go over with Draco, so he should be here shortly. I know five o'clock is early for dinner, but you know, us ancient wizards and witches, we go to sleep early.”

Theo restrained from smacking his forehead. “Of course, that wanker told you what I said.”

Hermione cackled. “He did but he said you apologised profusely and called him fit, so thank you for that adding to his illustrious ego, but I’ll be sure to tell him you think he’s a wanker, that’ll knock him down a couple of pegs.” She smirked.

Theo’s eyes widened. “Please don’t! I prefer to stay on his good side. I’d rather compliment than insult the bloke.”

“I see.”

After Hermione's illusive comment, Theo continued, “I also don’t want to offend you or your marriage. Honestly, I don’t want to anger anyone.” He declared, “You both are still very young, can still do a lot with yourselves, and are nowhere near ancient with your perfect bodies.”

His shoulders tensed.

“Oh? Theo, you might make me blush with those thoughts.”

“Let me stop talking.” He sank further into the couch.

“Please continue, half the time I feel like my mother with all the ‘Mrs.’ and ‘Ma'ams’ that are thrown at me all day, but now with you, I've travelled back to my eighth-year when Draco attempted to court me.”

“Did he flounder as bad as I am right now?”

Hermione snorted. “Merlin no, he was worse. Every time Draco approached me, he was sweating bullets and looked as if he was about to cry. It took him half a year to ask me if he wanted to study together.”

“Oh no.” Theo sighed; he could imagine himself acting no better.

“Alright, enough of my teasing. Would you like some tea? I hope you don’t mind waiting.”

“No, of course not. Tea would be lovely.”

Hermione floated tea into the room and stationed it on the table. Theo grabbed his cup and sipped, humming as the warm liquid cascaded down his throat.

“I’m in no rush. I don’t eat until closer to ten o'clock at night, so eating early is a treat for me,” he joked.

“Theo, you need to eat. Isn’t there someone who takes care of you?” Hermione chastised; her eyes pooled with concern.

He snorted. “No one’s ever taken care of me. Well, not for a long time.”

Hermione leaned closer. “A Healer who isn’t healed himself? Now, we’ll have to change that.”

Theo scooted closer to the arm of the sofa. “Right, but I did want to address the main reason why I’m here. How was the gala you and Draco hosted?” He deftly switched the topic of conversation.

Hermione placed her teacup on the floating tray. Her bright eyes darkened ever so slightly as she intensely gazed at Theo.

Hermione may be a Muggle-born witch, but Theo could tell she attended Narcissa Black’s School of Pure-Blood Mannerisms and Physical Language for Witches. In an instant, Hermione was a viper, stalking her prey, ready to attack and tear down his words.

“Yes, I'm glad you brought it up. I was a bit concerned about your absence. While I’m glad you sent someone in your place, Draco and I were expecting you to be present.”

“I am glad Ernie represented myself and the hospital well, and I do apologise for my absence.”

“May I ask why you were unable to attend the gala, and what this pressing matter entailed for you to blow us off?” Hermione smiled, but her eyes tracked Theo’s every move.

Here it goes.

Hermione’s fangs sank into his skin. Theo swore Hermione was Narcissa’s twin.

Theo covered his cough and took a deep breath. “Well, first, my intention is to never blow anyone off, this includes you, Draco, and your kids. I want to make that clear now. If anyone needs me, I’m an owl or Floo call away.”

Hermione nodded at his words. Without saying anything, Theo saw a bit of pride swell within her eyes.

He continued. “Now as for the gala. As I said, if it was any other night, I would’ve been here to talk to anyone you placed me in front of, but this past weekend was the anniversary of my mother’s passing.”

Hermione immediately softened at the mention of Theo’s mother; her tough exterior crumbled down.

“I considered her and me to be extremely close, so her death affected me greatly. When I was a child, merely Scorpius’ age, she passed. While our time together was short, she imprinted such important knowledge upon me that I still use and value to this day. I blame myself and my father for her death. It tends to be a tiring day and week for me, so I seclude myself and think about her and the memories I have. Even if I could fake it while attending the gala, I didn’t want my sombre mood or thoughts to take away from you and your husband's contributions to the wizarding world. That’s why I sent the next best person, Ernie, whom I heard was the talk of the town.” Theo sent her a wry smile.

“I apologise if you thought I was blowing you all off, that will never be my intention. When I talk about my mother, I’m not as happy as I should be. I am closed off when it comes to my family but especially her,” he finished.

“Oh, Theo!”

Hermione engulfed Theo in a big hug; he flung back into the couch. “I am so sorry! You must think I’m an outright wench, a troll for a witch. Here I am accusing you and you’re grieving. I'm so terrible.” She sniffled.

Theo’s stomach dropped.

When Draco walks in to see Theo made his wife cry, he will certainly kiss Theo right after he pummels him.

Theo tentatively rubbed Hermione’s back. “Hermione, listen to me, you had no way of knowing. I should've been honest with you both from the start. I’m the one who should be apologising.”

“No, you are grieving the loss of your mother, grappling with your childhood which was taken by a war, and trying to heal while working and helping others heal. It’s your choice and right to grieve how you see fit, but it’s okay to not be okay, Theo. You hear me? You shouldn’t concern yourself with being the poster boy for St. Mungo’s and I certainly shouldn’t be parading you around in front of donors. I don’t know how you can stand to be in the same room as me.”

“Hey, hey hey.” Theo moved Hermione to stare into her watery eyes. “I could never be mad at you, not the Golden Girl, you saved the world. I owe you more gratitude than anger.”—Theo tilted her chin— “Besides, if Draco’s words hold any weight, I know you have a mean right hook, so I knew what was coming to me if I skipped the gala and tonight’s dinner.”

Hermione let out a wet laugh. Theo pulled a handkerchief from his pocket. “And after the way Draco stormed into my office, I feared you sent him to do your bidding.”

Hermione waved her hands. “Draco’s more crup than anything. He couldn’t hurt a fly. He and Crooks have special walks they take together.”

A loud pop brought them out of their fit of giggles. Draco entered the drawing room and examined the sight of Hermione cuddled into the couch with wet eyes and a handkerchief, and Theo who looked like deer in headlights with eyes widened to the size of saucers.

Draco stepped forward. “Is everything alright here?”

Theo scrambled to stand up. “Oh yes, Draco, sorry um. There was a misunderstanding, but I think Hermione and I settled it.”

Draco’s eyes darkened; his gaze flickered to Hermione who nodded.

“Draco, calm down. I’m fine, it’s Theo who should've been crying, not me. But now that you’re here, I need you to help me with something in the kitchen.”

“What?” Draco furrowed his brow and followed his wife.

Draco sent his briefcase floating up the stairs, rolled up his sleeves, and loosened his tie.

“Why didn’t you have Theo help?”

Draco trailed behind Hermione into the kitchen and immediately stopped talking as the door closed softly behind them. Theo could no longer make out what the couple was saying, but he was certain he knew what the conversation entailed.

When Draco and Hermione emerged from the kitchen, Hermione’s eyes were brighter and Draco’s steel eyes were warm. Clearly, Hermione explained to her husband what happened.

Instead of being embarrassed, Theo only smiled while his stomach swooped with pride at the couple’s ability to converse easily and limit the secrets they hid from each other, even if it was about him.

Draco clapped his hands. “I know I’m starved, ready to eat?”

Hermione grabbed Theo’s arm to which he sent a concerned look to Draco who only winked at him; she led them into the cosy, private dining room.

The small dining table, with three seats, was clothed in a fine white material with glasses of water and Theo’s red wine in the centre.

“Theo, you’re our guest so we insist you sit in the middle,” Hermione declared.

“Are you sure? I could—”

“Absolutely, we—”

“Sit Theo,” Draco demanded with finality in his tone.

With a soft squeak, Theo sat in the middle on the cushioned chair, and Hermione and Draco sat at the heads of the cosy table. The table they were seated at wasn’t large by any means, so he was in quite close proximity to both Malfoys.

With raised brows, Theo examined the couple’s choice of setting; he expected to be sitting at the far end of the familiar long table in the Manor’s main dining room. However, the couple opted to have dinner tonight in their private dining room furnished in fine mahogany wood.

Having never been in the room, Theo was pleasantly shocked. Most of his visitations to Malfoy Manor included: Scorpius’ room, the main dining room, the drawing room, and the banquet hall.

In addition to the three candles stationed on the table, numerous candles floated in the air, illuminating the room, and adding a soft glow to each of their faces. Illustrious still-life paintings adorned the walls and underneath, a console table behind Theo had a radio atop, and off to the side was a bar cart stocked with numerous drinks. A cabinet with expensive dinnerware was encased behind Draco.

With a soft pop, a meal of steak, diced potatoes, and broccoli appeared on the table.

“While I cook, the elves still insist on setting the table. I hate to admit it, but I love when food pops in.” Hermione offered them a shy smile.

“Hermione, thank you. This meal looks delicious. I know it’ll taste as good as it looks,” Theo praised; his mouth watered at the delectable food.

“That’s not the only thing,” Draco whispered; he sent a look to Hermione over Theo’s head.

When Theo looked up expecting Hermione and Draco to be making eyes at each other, he choked on his wine when Draco stared into his soul. Theo coughed into his napkin. He half expected innuendos or flirting to occur over dessert.

Dammit, Draco.

When Theo took the first bite of steak followed by potatoes, the savoury, salty taste exploded in his mouth. The meat was tender, and the diced potatoes were roasted to perfection. He moaned and took a sip of his wine.

Abruptly, Hermione stated, “Dear, I forgot the bread I’ll be right back.” She hurried into the kitchen; her chair screeched across the floor.

Theo turned to Draco, “Why didn’t the elves pop the bread in?”

Draco had lost his voice and fisted his napkin; his knuckles were paler than the rest of his skin.

Hermione came back smiling with a pan of bread; the delightful aroma permeated the room. Theo added a slice to his plate while Draco topped off everyone’s wine glass.

The conversation at the table remained light, each person reflected on the past week and indulged everyone with anecdotes from work. Draco regaled Hermione and Theo with an Auror story, and by the end, Hermione was sending him death glares and chided remarks about his safety. Recently, Draco and Harry started revisiting cold cases and were piecing everything together with new clues. It was a gruelling task that caused the pair to work well into the night and overtime on the weekends.

“As you can see, Theo, I don't mind sharing my husband,” Hermione joked.

Theo then felt a foot press into his. When it continued his eyes widened, and in a haste gripped the table. He sent Hermione a bewildered look, but her face was expressionless. He looked at Draco in his periphery and the blond was cutting into his tender steak.

Merlin.

Theo inquired about Scorpius’ health. To his delight, the child was doing much better and regained his strength each day. The assumption was Scorpius may have caught it from someone in his class. The child attended a Muggle school until it was time for him to go to Hogwarts. Hermione added that Lyra didn’t display any symptoms and was in better spirits once Scorpius visited her at their grandmother’s. Draco assured Theo that his two children were probably driving Narcissa crazy with story time requests and sweet treats.

When Theo tentatively asked Draco about his mother and offered his regards, Draco narrowed his eyes, however, Theo understood. He met Narcissa on a few occasions and knew how much Draco deeply cared about his mother. Quickly divorcing Lucius after the war, Narcissa went back to her maiden name and remained a prominent figure in pure-blood society but made her amends and reproved any connections to blood purity.

From the way Draco gushed about his mother, she took Draco’s marriage to Hermione with great stride and was a nurturing grandmother.

Stuffed from the delightful meal, the elves cleared the table and with another soft pop, a slice of chocolate cake with a scoop of vanilla ice cream appeared on each of their plates. Theo hadn’t had such a delicious meal in ages unless takeaway from his favourite restaurant counted.

The conversation continued to flow easily between them while Hermione discussed her philanthropy and work at length. By marrying Draco, she had complete access to the Malfoy vaults, and in her time, she had built housing for displaced wizards and witches, helped aid in the cost of rebuilding Hogwarts, and developed an integrated Muggle Studies course for wizards and witches of all ages to diminish the disparity between wizards and Muggles.

Theo listened with intent and rapt attention. While he didn’t voice it, he was shocked with how much money the Malfoys retained after the war and was pleasantly surprised at how willingly the couple shared their wealth, despite the filth the Prophet spewed for days on end regarding their marriage and children. Theo thought St. Mungo’s was their only benefactor since most of the galas they hosted were for the hospital's benefit.

Then, in true Hermione fashion, which Theo appreciated, marriage and children hadn’t stopped her from pursuing a career as a solicitor; her firm took on cases to help those whose voices have been stifled for too long in the wizarding world. Only aware of Hermione’s philanthropic endeavours, her work as a solicitor spurred curiosity and great intrigue within Theo. Deeply touched by her admirable work, Theo proceeded to engage in light-hearted debates with Hermione regarding wizarding policies.

Theo was completely mesmerised by Hermione and Draco’s work, their dedication to their kids and jobs, and each other. They were great parents and great people; he couldn’t help but admire them. He could—he wanted to sit with them for hours discussing any topic that came to mind. Theo understood why they fell for each other, and after discovering more about the couple and their ideals he was speechless and in awe of them. A deep respect for the couple burrowed deep within Theo and his burning affection and adoration for them only heightened.

On the outside Theo smiled, they were noble people, but internally his mind screamed at him to grapple with his desperate pining. His heart raced at the idea of continuing to be the couple's primary Healer when deep down he knew he wanted more. His attendance to galas and the frequent correspondence was all a ploy to remain in their lives, and after tonight Theo didn’t know how to stop his infatuation with them. Hermione and Draco were just too intriguing and bloody hot.

Theo squirmed in his chair and shook his head. Hermione and Draco were captivating, everything they did was with such class and grace. Theo on the other hand barely knew what he was going to eat tomorrow let alone what his life goals were. Hermione and Draco already lived through the adventures of being young, and even though they still had a youthful edge to them, Theo couldn’t help but wonder if they’d ever stop seeing him as their Healer.

The idea of Hermione and Draco being his made his skin flush; Theo’s heart swelled, and his mind raced at the possibilities. Brief scenarios of cosy nights by the fire, reading together on the sofa, and Sunday mornings cooking breakfast flashed in his mind. Theo’s heart began to beat a mile a minute.

Theo took a deep breath while he closed his eyes. This hopeless yearning for the Malfoys’ affection, would only lead him to disappointment. Even if it came to the point when the couple would want him, Theo knew it wouldn’t be enough. One blissful night wouldn't satiate his desire; after one taste of the Malfoys, he’d crave them, and return for more.

Even though his attempts to conceal his pining had turned him into an anxious mess, a secret was better than rejection.

Hermione pulled Theo away from his thoughts, inquiring about his work as a Healer. Theo picked up his fork and continued to savour the delicious cake while he proceeded to explain the cases he’s recently worked on and then divulged his research interests. Over time, Theo realised that while he loved being a Healer, especially for young, bright kids, he wanted to research his interests and identify new potions to tackle gruelling ailments and not be wrapped up in the hospital bureaucracy.

Draco offered his input, empathic to Theo’s predicament. Draco switched to different departments within the DMLE from Misuse of Potions to Magical Creatures, and again until he found his place with Potter on Homicide. Hermione and Draco understood how political the Ministry of Magic still was with a backlog of files and outdated bureaucratic channels they still had to follow.

The couple expressed their support for Theo and joked—well he hoped they were joking—when they offered to fund his research and cover the cost for any contract work he wanted to complete as a Healer.

A few jokes here and there and the group eased into a new conversation. Theo relaxed in the company of Malfoys, secretly wishing dinner could be like this every night.

Then, as recompense, Draco inquired Theo about his family.

“You’re by no means daft, Theo, and you grew up in pure-blood society, so you probably know Hermione mentioned to me the reason why you were absent this weekend.”

“Way to go for broaching the subject lightly, darling,” Hermione said.

Draco scoffed, but no malice lingered in his tone.

“I would also like to apologise to you as well for barging into your office. We assumed you didn’t want to be around us and that we overstepped our bounds. My wife and I like to make our intentions clear with the people around us, so we wanted to set things straight, tonight,” Draco declared.

“Of course. I don’t know what Hermione may have said, but my mother and I were close, I would say like you and Narcissa. The decline in her health affected me, and I’m still angry with my father for the role he played in her death, and after she passed, growing up with him was hard.” Theo cleared his throat.

“I do, and it’s why my father and I are barely on speaking terms now. Things may have changed since the war, but some people haven’t.”

Hermione reached across the table and grabbed her husband’s hand; a melancholic smile adorned her face.

“But I want you to know, Hermione and I apologise for how we made hasty accusations and shouldn’t have questioned your commitment to us as a Healer and daresay as our friend.”

Theo shook his head. “I understand I should’ve said something to you both, but my mother is a sore subject for me, and around her anniversary my mood worsens,” he murmured.

Hermione grabbed Theo’s hand; he whipped his head to look at her. “Well, we hope tonight makes up for this weekend and all the other nights you were alone. Now you have us.” She offered a tentative smile.

Theo squeezed her hand. “Thank you.”

“For what it’s worth, I know your mother, Athena, is more than proud of the man you’ve become. I’m sure of it because I’m proud of you, we all are.” Draco grabbed Theo’s other hand and squeezed it tightly.

Unshed tears pooled in Theo’s eyes. His mouth went dry, and his eyes moved swiftly across Draco's face.

He squeezed Draco's hand back with hesitation. “Thank you, I don’t know what I did to deserve your kindness, but I thank the stars that I have it,” he said; his eyes earnest as peered at Draco and Hermione.

The air shifted in the room. Warmth spread across Theo's chest and his heart jumped.

Being between Hermione and Draco felt right, he perfectly fit right in.

If only he could stay here forever.

They sat together holding hands in pleasant silence until Hermione pulled her hand away bringing them back to the present.

Theo blinked quickly, remembering who and where he was, invading upon a married couple who had a child-free night. His cheeks pinkened at the discovery of overstaying his welcome.

“Well, I think I can say for all of us that we’re all stuffed, yes?” Hermione asked; she cleared the table.

“Absolutely,” Theo agreed and stretched. “Well, I don't want to intrude any more on your night than I already have, so,” he trailed off and began to stand up.

“Theo, how many ways do we need to say it? You are not an imposition upon us! If we have a problem with something, we’ll make it known.” Hermione huffed.

While Theo disliked making Hermione angry, he hated how much more alluring he found her when she chastised him; when she was fired up, it fired him up too.

Draco stood and clapped Theo on his shoulders. “That means the night is still young, and we’re taking this party back into the drawing room. Unless you have somewhere to be?”

“No, I’m all yours tonight.” Theo smiled.

“Perfect.”

Theo’s stomach swirled when Draco smiled a wide toothy grin and mischief danced in his eyes; he desperately wanted to see what the night had in store for him.

They entered the drawing room, and much like their seating arrangements in the dining room, they sat squished together on the couch; each, with a glass of wine in their hand. Hermione turned on their record player, and a soft melody played in the background.

“I see, you two party when the children are away,” Theo joked.

“Hardly, we sleep most of the time and then lounge in the garden together and read. If the weather wasn’t so dreadful, we’d take a dip in the pool, but alas us old wankers relax around the house,” Draco teased.

Theo’s face dropped, and then he sent a glare to Hermione who hid her smile behind her wine glass. “Do you tell him everything?”

“Yes.” She smiled. “No secrets between my darling and I.” Hermione reached over Theo and patted Draco's thigh.

“Yes, and now you’re in our special club, so there aren’t any secrets between you and us either, Theo,” Draco declared, his voice dropping to a murmur. He was so close his breath fanned Theo’s cheek.

Feeling bold, Theo laughed and finished his wine, placing the glass on the table. “Oh, what special club is that? The Skinny Dipping at Night Club?”

Hermione sucked in a breath, while Draco’s face remained expressionless.

“Is that what you want, Theo? Is that what you think about when you’re alone at night, Hermione and I taking a dip in our pool, bare, performing salacious acts on each other under the night sky?”

“Maybe.” Theo gulped.

Draco scooted closer to Theo as if it was possible. Theo scooted back until he felt Hermione’s chest flush against his arm.

Squished between them, Theo was brought back to reality.

He chewed on his lip, his comment about skinny dipping was inappropriate and was going beyond harmless flirtation.

Hermione and Draco were real people, a happily married couple with two kids. Where was he supposed to fit within this, be some kept wizard who participated in this extramarital affair? Someone who was at their beck and call when they wanted to spice up their marriage and have some fun when the kids are away?

He couldn't live like that, he won’t.

When Theo glanced back at Draco, his smirk was gone, and his brow furrowed as concern pooled in his steel eyes.

“Where’d you go?” Draco whispered.

“Nowhere, but I should go.” Theo started to get up, but Draco held onto his thighs.

Theo gasped.

“Theo, do we make you nervous?’ Draco asked.

Theo worried his bottom lip and looked back at Hermione. She smiled and nodded in reassurance.

“No?” At Draco's raised brow Theo continued, “I mean, yes, no. I'm confused.” He huffed.

Draco shifted on the couch and appraised Theo. “We’ve been doing this wrong, and before we bugger this any more than we already have, let's talk,” Draco urged.

Hermione moved to sit in front of Theo and Draco on the coffee table, while the other two remained on the couch.

“Alright, Theo, what’s the best way to put this?” Draco rubbed his chin in thought.

Hermione blurted, “We fancy you, Theo. There.”

“Such subtly, love.” Draco rolled his eyes.

“Well, I’m tired of beating around the bush, look at him,” Hermione motioned towards Theo.

“Wait, excuse me?” Theo interjected.

“What Hermione is trying to say is, we like you as our friend and family Healer, but we fancy you and want something more, something deeper with you,” Draco clarified.

“I had no idea. Are you sure it’s me you want?” Theo squeaked.

Hermione and Draco scoffed with a laugh.

“Adorable,” Hermione murmured. “Theo, it’s always been you,” she said.

Theo’s mouth hung ajar. “Wow, well—wow.”

“We know you may have some questions and we don’t want to jeopardise anything or your job so if we are overstepping our boundaries, please—” Draco started.

“No.” Theo cut him off. “I mean you both are fine. I like what you were doing.” His cheeks pinkened. “I like you both too, well fancy you, I mean. I have for a while now.”

“Oh?” Hermione said, her tone was pleased.

“I didn’t know where or how I would fit in. You’re married with kids, and I’m—”

“You’re everything, to us,” Draco finished for him.

The two wizards stared each other down. Draco's words reverberated in Theo’s mind.

“Before we continue, we want to explain this in-depth and you can ask us any questions,” Hermione offered.

Theo nodded. “Um well, is this a one-time thing?”

“No,” Hermione and Draco said at once. The pair exchanged soft, shy smiles.

“That’s completely up to you. If you want to see how it goes that’s fine. If you want this to be more than a friends-with-benefits situation or have this develop into a relationship, we support your decision. We care about what you want. If you don't want to do anything tonight too, then you’re free to leave.”

“I’d like to stay.” Theo offered a tender smile which Hermione mirrored.

“Splendid,” Hermione said.

“Did you have an idea how far you wanted this to go?” Draco asked.

Theo twisted his hands. “I know, I wouldn’t be able to handle a friend-with-benefits situation and would want something more, so I would like to see where tonight goes and then go on a second date and learn more about each other outside of work and the Manor if that’s alright?”

Draco entwined their hands. “Sounds like a great plan.”

Theo’s heart soared at Draco's agreement. When he looked at Hermione, she smiled brightly from the edge of her seat on the table.

“Have you two done this before?” Theo’s heart hammered against his ribs.

“We haven’t. We’ve never had our eyes on anyone else. Draco and I have discussed this at length. You fall right into place with us and within this family, now we want to explore that in a more intimate setting,” she explained.

Theo exhaled. “I’ve never done this either.”

“We thank you for telling us. We know our age difference can be a factor, but we don’t see you as anything less than our equal partner in this. At any point, if you want to stop or are unsure, we’ll stop. You set the pace, and we’ll go as slow as you'd like. We want to make this work,” Draco added.

“So do I.”

“We never knew how to broach the subject with you and were going to see if you’d be amenable to being included in our relationship and developing into something more at the gala, but when you cancelled, we thought you had a date,” Draco explained.

“Then, when Ernie was here, he talked about you at length to the donors, so I assumed you two may have been dating. That’s why I sent Draco to find out more about it, but he mentioned Ernie’s girlfriend, we thought there was someone else,” Hermione added.

“Ernie boasts about me at galas and events because I have seniority at St. Mungo’s. Currently, he needs grant money for a new research project, and he knows if I sign off on it, he’ll receive a ton of accolades and prestige. He wants to stay on my good side.” Theo smirked. “I don’t make it public knowledge, but I fancy blokes too, however, Ernie’s not my type. I prefer my men to be brooding platinum blonds and my witches strong-willed with beautiful curls.” Theo plucked one of Hermione's coiled curls and watched it bounce back in place.

Hermione giggled while Draco smacked his lips.

“Funny.” Draco pinched Theo's thigh.

Theo added, “I haven’t been with that many partners, especially recently, so this isn’t just a shag to me.”

“Same for us. I’ve only been with Draco since a few years after the war.” Hermione said.

“It’s always been Hermione and I, except the short-lived disaster I considered my relationship with Pansy”—Draco shuddered— “And the occasional instance I spent my time with a bloke. I will say I am thankful for Hermione as she has encouraged me to live authentically and never diminish who I am.” Draco sent an earnest look to his wife, who returned a nod in understanding.

“And Blaise?” Theo asked with a smirk.

“It was one bloody kiss on a dare. Has he told everyone that story from the DMLE Christmas party?”

“Yes,” Hermione and Theo said, then giggled.

Draco scoffed. “Of course.”

“Before we go any further, anytime you want to stop just tap us, break away, or you say stop and we will. You won’t hurt us or ruin the moment. We want to make sure you’re okay. Your safety, consent, and mental space are our biggest concerns,” Draco declared with the utmost sincerity.

Theo nodded.

“We need to hear you say you understand, Theo,” Hermione said.

“I agree. I want to do this and if I’m uncomfortable I’ll make it known and we’ll stop,” he repeated.

“Perfect,” Draco said. “Well, I’m excited.” He smirked.

Hermione mirrors her husband’s smirk. “Likewise.”

Theo worried his lip. Excited, but anxious about what the night will hold.

Draco’s thumb pulled Theo’s bottom lip from his teeth. “Let's see where this goes and wherever we land we’ll land together, hm?”

Theo relaxed under Draco's gaze and nodded. Draco’s thumb moved from Theo's bottom lip to trace the contours of his face.

Theo thrummed with desire; Draco's touch was electric.

Draco leaned in, inches between his face and Theo's. “Do you want us as badly as we want you?” he whispered.

Theo’s breath hitched. “Yes.”

“Hm,” Draco mused. “Tell us what you want”.

“You, both of you. Please.”

“Such pretty words from such a pretty mouth. If you want something from us, take it.” Draco traced Theo's lips.

Theo will blame this next moment on too much wine and his primal lust for Draco and Hermione.

Theo closed the space between him and Draco and sunk his fingers into his platinum blond locks. Draco growled against Theo's lips; his hands rested on Theo's waist, pulling Theo closer into his embrace.

This kiss was an all-encompassing clash of lust, desire, and pining. Their teeth clacked against each other, searching for a groove. Draco claimed Theo’s lips and nibbled on them as if they were his favourite snack. Draco took the lead, his tongue explored Theo’s sweet mouth, and Theo in return provided the most delicious moans.

Theo’s heart exploded as he consumed Draco, the searing kiss was intoxicating, and all his thoughts were focused on Draco’s lips and tongue. His lust spread like wildfire, ready to tear Draco apart and submit to his every command.

The two pulled away, eyes blown wide with lust, they stared, entranced by the other. When Draco looked to his left at his wife, her expression mirrored theirs.

Hermione’s legs were slightly parted, her chest rose and fell rapidly, and she sat at the edge of her seat enthralled by the sight of Draco devouring Theo.

“Look at my wife, Theo, you've made her so flustered. She’s so hot and bothered by you.” Draco used his finger to direct Theo to gaze into Hermione's eyes. “Do you want her too?”

“Yes.” Theo exhaled, catching his breath.

Draco beckoned Hermione with his finger, she straddled Theo’s lap.

“Kiss her, Theo. She wants you as badly as you want her,” Draco encouraged.

Invigorated by Draco’s words and Hermione’s sultry eyes, Theo grabbed Hermione’s neck and pulled her lips to his. The sweet kiss started tentatively; Hermione and Theo explored each other’s mouths.

Hermione relaxed under his touch. With one hand against her cheek and the other tethered to her hair, Theo tugged gently on her curls; Hermione moaned into his mouth. Theo swallowed the sound, starved for more, he vainly wanted to hear it again. He wanted to be the reason Hermione fell apart.

The kiss turned heated with their warm bodies pressed against each other. Theo grazed his teeth against Hermione's plump bottom lip; she opened her mouth, and without hesitation, he slipped his tongue inside. Hermione grabbed the curls at the back of his head, directing his ministrations. Under her control, Theo felt right at home.

The passionate kiss Theo shared with Hermione was different but just as fulfilling as the one he had with Draco. Theo’s heart jumped, elated at the feeling of being wanted by two people at once, he thanked the stars for his luck at having them both at this moment.

The pair pulled apart; Theo rested his nose against Hermione’s cheek. Her hands slacked, and she laid them at the base of his neck.

“Bloody hell,” Theo whispered.

“Fuck, that was hot.” Draco breathed out.

“I swear his tongue will be the death of me.” Hermione dragged her forefinger down Theo’s lips.

Theo nipped at her finger, and she giggled.

“Us, you mean,” Draco corrected.

Theo gripped Hermione's thighs in excitement. His eyes brightened, and his heart thumped a mile a minute. He fit perfectly slotted between Draco and Hermione and was glad they carved out space for him in their big hearts. He’d appreciate this moment, in which his place in the relationship was cemented forever. Theo would tuck this safe memory away and revisit it later.

“Yes, us.” Hermione snuck in a quick peck to Theo’s lips.

“We should move this upstairs, no?” Draco asked.

Both Hermione and Theo nodded.

“Hermione, darling, lead the way to the master suite.” Draco motioned to the stairs.

Hermione began to remove herself from Theo's lap until Theo snaked his hands around her waist and lifted her. Hermione squealed and placed her hands on Theo’s shoulders.

“Point me in the right direction,” Theo said.

“Gladly,” Hermione smirked, directing Theo to their bedroom.

Theo held on tightly to Hermione's body. Draco's smile widened watching Theo handle Hermione with the same unbridled compassion and care he had for her.

“I see you’re going to fit in here perfectly,” Draco appraised.

“I hope so,” Theo said over his shoulder.

The trio entered the master bedroom. The large king bed with its silk sheets called to Theo. Immediately, he melted onto the soft, luxurious bed as he sat down with Hermione still in his arms; Draco sat next to them.

Theo glanced over his shoulder, and his eyes grazed over the mahogany headboard. The soft glow of the lights captured the intricate designs inlaid upon the wood.

“So—” Draco mindlessly drew on their plush duvet. He cleared his throat. “When it comes to you and me, do you prefer if I lead or,” he trailed off.

Theo rubbed Hermione’s hips; his eyes widened at Draco’s insinuation. “I’m comfortable with any way you’ll have me,” he whispered.

Draco pecked Theo’s cheek. “How did we get so lucky with you?”

Theo blushed. “I should be saying that about you both.”

Hermione nuzzled her face into Theo’s neck, her smile tickled his throat.

Draco continued, “Do you remember what we said about boundaries, and at any point—”

“If I'm uncomfortable, need a moment, or want to stop without any reason, say that and you’ll stop, and I’ll do the same for either of you,” Theo finished.

“You listen. That’s good,” Draco observed.

Theo smirked. Hermione squirmed in his lap, gaining both wizards’ attention.

“Someone’s eager,” Draco appraised.

“I’m surprised I can think straight after that snog, I want more now,” Hermione demanded.

Theo blushed and kissed Hermione’s cheek. “I’d be more than happy to oblige.”

“Theo, tonight is about you and us taking care of you,” Hermione said in exasperation.

Theo started, “But—”

“You do so much for everyone else, and no one looks after you. Please will you let us do this for you, tonight?” she urged.

Theo, uncertain, turned to Draco who bore the same pleading expression as Hermione.

Draco leaned in closer to Theo and Hermione, his face inches from both of theirs. “Will you let us take care of you?”

Theo gulped; he kept a lethal hold on Hermione. “Yes, please. I want you both so badly.”

“Lucky for you then, because you have us.” Draco reached across Theo and thoroughly snogged his wife.

Entranced and turned on by them, Theo gasped. Even as a voyeur he admired the couple’s passion for each other, his previous bout of jealousy as an outsider had dissipated.

Draco smirked at Theo's jaw hanging agape.

“Did that make you feel better?” Draco teased.

Theo nodded, wordlessly.

“Darling, give him what he wants,” Draco commanded.

Hermione seized forward and kissed Theo. He moaned at the faint taste of Draco on her lips.

While the pair reacquainted themselves with each other, Draco shuffled behind them and began to strip. Theo broke away from the kiss when he saw a flash of skin in his periphery.

Draco stood in the middle of the room shirtless. He smirked and then unbuckled his belt.

“I’d pay attention to the witch in my arms if I were you. She won’t act nicely if you continue to ignore her.”

Hermione pressed her palm into Theo’s hardening length. Theo whined under her touch.

“There he is,” Hermione murmured against his lips.

Draco chuckled softly while he continued to undress. Hermione pressed her core into Theo’s bulge; he growled against her lips.

“I think he wants a taste, love,” Draco said.

Only in his boxer briefs, Draco stood behind Hermione watching the frustrated pair’s movements become erratic. Pressed tightly against each other, Theo ravished Hermione’s body, mapping out every inch of her clothed skin.

Draco bunched Hermione’s dress at her hips and exposed her knickers to the cool air of the room. Theo didn’t miss the visible patch of arousal on the lacy material.

Draco catalogued Theo’s eyes. Hermione whimpered; her breathing turned shallow as Draco trailed his finger over her clothed slit. Theo watched Draco’s hands, captivated by how Hermione fell apart under his touch.

“You’re wondering what she tastes like, aren’t you?” Draco asked.

Draco dipped his hands inside Hermione’s knickers. He slid his fingers through her slick folds. Hermione gripped Theo's shoulders and rocked into Draco's touch. Her moans bounced off the walls of the room.

Theo kissed Hermione again devouring her cries. Draco brought Hermione right to the edge of her first orgasm. He tapped his finger against her clit; Hermione shut her eyes, and her thighs tightened. Right before she was close to the point of screaming out her release, Draco stopped. Hermione rutted against his hand, but Draco halted her movements and she cried at the loss of pleasure to her core.

Draco kept Hermione stationed between them with his hand on top of Theo’s at her waist. With his other hand, he presented two glistening fingers to Theo. Without a delay, Theo sucked Draco’s fingers. His eyes fluttered at the taste of Hermione, Theo’s tongue swirled around his fingers and then released them with a soft pop.

“Good boy.”

Theo shuddered.

Draco moved away from the pair and sat on the bed, settling himself against the headboard.

“What—what are you doing?” Theo asked meekly.

Draco placed his hands behind his head. “I am going to watch you devour Hermione’s lovely cunt and bring her to the release I know she desperately wants.”

Hermione removed herself from Theo’s lap. She still looked ravishing with a flushed face, frizzy curls, and pupils blown wide with lust.

“Tell her what you’re willing to do,” Draco commanded.

“Hermione, I want to taste you on my lips and eat your sweet cunt.” Theo said unabashedly.

Hermione squeezed her legs together. In a haste, Theo kicked off his trainers, removed his jeans and jumper, and scooted backwards on the bed near Draco.

Hermione followed Theo’s movements, she stepped out of her sundress and stood before him in a dark green lingerie set. Her breasts spilled out of her bra.

“Fuck.” Theo groaned.

Draco dipped his head and whispered into Theo’s ear. “How could you deny this woman who’s presenting herself to you, Theo?”

“I can’t.” Theo whimpered. He then called out to Hermione, “Please?”

Draco beckoned Hermione to the bed. She crawled up the bed, between Theo’s legs, and straddled his chest.

Her arousal engulfed his senses; Theo’s thoughts became jumbled, and his only focus then was feasting on Hermione’s core.

Draco continued, “Now, Theo what are you going to do? Hermione’s been exceedingly patient.”

Theo tore Hermione's bra and knickers. Shredded, they were now beyond repair.

Hermione gasped while Draco’s eyes twinkled.

Draco mused out loud, “I guess one of our first activities together will be lingerie shopping.”

Theo salivated at the sight of Hermione's cunt. Her arousal glistened her folds, and her engorged clit peeked out.

Theo was in heaven. He gripped Hermione’s thighs and pulled her towards his mouth. Once her cunt was above him, he urged, “Do your worst.”

Hermione planted her core onto Theo’s tongue. He moaned against her cunt, sending a jolt of electricity up her spine from the vibrations.

Theo’s tongue swirled around her folds. Hermione’s whimpers encouraged him, and he continued his skilled ministrations. Hermione clenched around his tongue.

“Tell me how his tongue feels, Hermione,” Draco demanded.

Barely cognizant, Hermione’s hands grabbed the headboard. “Heavenly—so good—fuck,” she said between moans. Distracted, her eyes fluttered shut, she chased her release.

Theo devoured Hermione’s cunt and he followed Draco’s previous command perfectly. Theo sank his fingers into Hermione's bum, kneading her flesh.

Theo savoured Hermione’s arousal on his tongue, something he’d never get tired of. He cupped her clit with his mouth and sucked. Hermione’s hands scrambled into his curls and yanked them. Theo doubled down on his efforts, groaning against her.

Hermione looked at Draco, who had brought his cock out from the confines of his briefs. He smirked at her and slowly stroked his length. Hermione outstretched her hands, and a heady wine escaped her lips.

“I know honey, I know. I'll join you both soon enough.” Draco kissed her hand.

Hermione sighed and continued to rock against Theo’s mouth; her climax rose at a steady pace. Theo flicked his tongue into Hermione’s hole, and she shattered. The thin cord within her lower abdomen snapped, and her orgasm flooded through her in crashing waves.

Theo lapped up Hermione’s come on his tongue; her cries echoed in the room as she came down her earth-shattering orgasm.

She backed away from Theo’s mouth and collapsed against his chest. Dazed, she entwined her hands with Theo’s.

“That was—,” she trailed off without finishing her sentence.

Theo licked his lips and rubbed his hands up and down Hermione's body. He glanced at Draco and his breath hitched at the sight of the blond wanking.

“Couldn’t help myself. You two together are a sight to behold.” He groaned.

“It was bloody brilliant,” Theo exclaimed.

“Ready for round two?” Draco asked, slowing his pace.

“Absolutely,” they both said.

Draco chuckled. “Of course, you are.”

Draco shifted Hermione onto her side next to Theo. “I’ll give you an extra minute, darling, but you”—Draco rounded on Theo— “I’m just getting started with you.” He smirked.

Draco removed Theo’s briefs in a swift motion. Theo’s cock bobbed at attention, the tip was red and angry, aching for a release.

“You’re so beautiful,” Draco praised.

Theo bit his lip. Draco surged forward and captured Theo’s lips, this kiss was passionate and heady. Draco moaned into Theo’s mouth; their tongues swirled together as Draco tried to capture the last bit of Hermione's release.

Then, without hesitation, Draco stroked just the tip of Theo’s cock; the latter whimpered against Draco’s lips.

“Don’t worry, I’m going to take care of you.” Draco pecked Theo's lips and pulled away.

Draco moved his mouth down Theo’s body until he faced Theo’s sweet hole. Draco experimented with one tentative lick to Theo’s puckered ring. He withered under Draco’s stare.

Draco splayed his hand across Theo’s abdomen. “Steady,” he said.

Draco eased him open with one finger. Theo began to babble incoherently.

“You’re so tight for me, baby,” Draco groaned.

Draco switched between licking and fingering Theo until he could push two fingers inside him. Dribbles of precome ran down Theo's cock.

Draco occasionally rutted against the mattress while he worked Theo open. He spat into his hand and slid his fingers back into Theo. He mouthed Theo’s balls and sucked on them while his fingers scissored inside Theo. Once Draco’s fingers grazed the special spot inside Theo, he jolted forward at once and begged Draco so sweetly for release.

Draco feasted upon Theo while one arm held him down against the bed. Desire etched itself into Draco’s soul; Theo’s beautiful staccato of pleas and cries encouraged his carnal instinct to please the younger wizard, which was at an all-time high, he never wanted to stop. Theo handled Hermione with the tender care that rivalled Draco’s, tending to her needs and praise. Now, Draco's sole focus was to do the same for Theo, leaving him to be a blubbering mess, a puddle.

Satisfied with Theo’s flushed chest and his hardened length Draco stopped, removed his hands, and trailed his hands over Theo’s rock-hard abdomen. He began to stroke Theo at an agonising pace.

Suddenly, Theo’s body tingled, and warmth spread throughout. Pliant under Draco’s touch, he relaxed.

“Just a lubrication charm,” Draco assured.

Theo nodded; Hermione's breaths fanned his neck. Enraptured, she watched Draco bring Theo closer to the edge, his cock swollen, ready to combust.

Draco widened Theo’s legs and gazed at the younger wizard who was breathing deeply in anticipation.

“I want you so badly,” Draco said.

“Take me then,” Theo said as if it was the easiest decision he’s ever made.

Draco captured Theo’s lips and growled against them. Distracted by his tantalising tongue, Draco eased into Theo. He hungrily swallowed Theo's pants and cries, as he adjusted to Draco’s girth.

Hermione kissed Theo’s face and her hands grazed over his chest.

“Focus on me, darling,” Draco told Theo.

Draco sheathed fully inside Theo, releasing a groan from deep within him.

“You feel so bloody good on my cock.”

Draco waited until Theo moved his head, a signal he could begin to move. He pulled entirely out of Theo except for his tip, then swiftly entered him again.

Theo swore he stars. Draco positioned his hips at the perfect angle, and with each thrust, he struck a cord deep within Theo.

While buried inside Theo, Draco stilled his movements. A cry erupted from Theo. With bleary eyes, he glared at Draco.

“Ready Hermione?” Draco asked.

Theo abruptly turned his head to Hermione; the minx smirked.

“Yes,” she said.

With hooded eyes, Hermione stared at Theo as she mounted him, and Draco remained directly behind her. Theo gawked at the sight of them, Hermione’s back flush against Draco’s chest.

The couple, with similar smirks, hungrily admired Theo underneath them, ready to devour him whole.

He gulped.

“Did you think we were going to exclude Hermione from our fun?” Draco asked.

Hermione widened her legs, still soaked from orgasm, she impaled herself on Theo’s cock with ease. Theo released a strangled sob, he was so full, but he selfishly wanted more.

Draco watched over Hermione’s shoulder as she rode Theo, his eyes trained on Theo’s cock pounding into Hermione’s cunt.

“Fuck, you’re both insatiable,” Draco growled.

Draco began to rock his hips; he and Hermione found a rhythm, he’d thrust inside Theo, while she rode his cock.

In euphoric bliss, Theo yearned for more. He grabbed Hermione's neck and pulled her into a searing kiss. In the background, Draco’s hips slapping against Theo’s thighs reverberated off the walls, combined with Hermione’s whimpers and Theo’s moans to create a beautiful sexual symphony.

Hermione splayed her hands across Theo's chest, while one of his hands firmly remained on her hips, guiding her. Theo’s other hand reached out to tweak her nipples. Already hard peaks, Hermione mewled against his touch.

Draco’s face contorted into a look of focus, watching his cock fill Theo. A possessive growl etched its way up his throat while his hands tightened around Theo’s hips.

Theo wasn’t going to last. Hermione’s core clenched down on his length and dark spots clouded his vision.

“How does she feel?” Draco called out.

Theo didn’t answer him; when Draco asked again, no response.

Draco grabbed Hermione's hips and stopped her movements.

Theo shook his head and blinked until the couple who had him in a sexual chokehold came into focus.

Hermione and Draco stared down at Theo. Draco’s hooked his chin on Hermione's shoulder. Completely at their mercy, Theo stared back at the heavenly bodies who turned his world upside down, in the best way possible.

Theo softened his gaze and poured out his love for the couple in his unrelenting stare. Their angelic eyes mirrored Theo’s expression. An unspoken, unbreakable bond formed between the trio right then. Theo’s heart soared at their reciprocated feelings; however, unspoken they were.

“I asked, how does she feel?” Draco repeated.

Theo sighed and plopped his head against the pillow underneath him.

“Brilliant, I can’t even describe it.” Theo panted.

Draco’s smile widened. “Perfect, darling. Are you close?”

Hermione decided then to clench around his cock, and Theo choked out a groan. “Yes, especially if Hermione keeps doing that.”

The witch sent her husband a salacious wink.

Draco exhaled. “I’m almost there. I swear this is heaven”.

Theo thrust upwards into Hermione, and her harmonious gasp rang into his ear.

“Right there, Theo, fuck. I’m so so close,” she declared.

Hermione raised herself on Theo’s cock, and his mind short-circuited. There, Theo witnessed where he and Hermione were connected; he committed to memory the beautiful sight of his cock coated in her arousal.

Theo’s mind became riddled with thoughts of making Hermione his and claiming her with Draco. He vowed to never share the witch with anyone else.

When Hermione slammed down onto Theo's cock, he lost all resolve. Theo gripped Hermione's hips, confident, he’d see a bruise later, and pumped his seed into her. Hermione moaned as the white ropes of Theo's release coated the insides of her core. Spent, Theo laid his head against the pillow and revelled in the feeling of Hermione riding his cock filled with his seed.

Hermione continued to bounce on his cock. Theo spread her folds and pressed his thumb against his clit and Hermione moaned. Theo gathered his spend and Hermione’s arousal on his finger and applied pressure to her clit again. Her hips bucked at the stunning sensation while his cock pumped into her.

Hermione was beautiful, her sobs were music to his ears. He persisted with toying with her clit, and she gripped his chest, leaving a trail of scratches down his stomach as the waves of her orgasm coursed through her.

Theo memorised how Hermione's eyes slammed shut and how her teeth sank into her perfectly plump lips. She soaked his chest and cock, riding out the release of her orgasm. Hermione collapsed onto Theo’s chest, and he caught her with ease. Theo's hands sank into her hair while he whispered sweet praises into her ear.

Draco’s thrusts became erratic, and his hips started to stutter. Theo jumped as Draco pumped his release inside him, filling him to the brim. Theo worshipped the feeling of Draco coating his insides, as he did Hermione. Utterly spent, covered in their release, and physically conjoined to them, Theo was theirs and they were his.

Once Draco’s cock softened, he pulled out of Theo, the latter whimpered at the loss and the cold air that brushed against his hole; dribbles of Draco’s spend spilled out onto the sheets beneath them.

Hermione shifted to lay on the right side of Theo while Draco sucked off the remnants of Hermione and Theo's release on Theo’s cock. Draco moaned around the soft shaft while Theo’s hands tugged on Draco’s locks.

Draco pulled off Theo with a soft pop and sent him a shy smile. “I couldn’t help myself. I needed a taste. You both are divine.” He collapsed to Theo’s left.

Theo shifted to return the favour, but Draco stopped him.

“I promise you can suck me off tomorrow morning, alright? I’ll be ready for you then.” Draco winked.

Theo nodded and blushed at the insinuation he’d be staying the night and wasn’t getting thrown out. He reached for Draco, grabbed his arm, and kissed his Dark Mark. Draco went rigid, but his eyes exuded passion and love. Theo thought Draco was going to take him right there again, but the blond continued to rest next to Theo and trail his fingers over the younger wizard’s chest.

Three entangled bodies lay between the silk sheets of the large bed. Thoroughly spent, no one said anything, only their heavy breaths and gulps for air were heard.

Theo started, “That was—”

“Yes,” Hermione added.

Draco wandlessly summoned a tray with three glasses of water and levitated them to Hermione and Theo.

Theo greedily drank the water until his glass was empty. “If I ever say anything about your age, you can smack me, I don't care,” he joked.

Draco huffed a laugh. “Noted.”

Hermione cuddled into Theo’s side.

“And you Mrs. Granger-Malfoy are a formidable witch,” Theo smirked.

“So I’ve been told. Once or twice in this life.” She snickered.

“A bloody tease is what she is,” Draco said.

Hermione reached across Theo and smacked Draco’s thigh. “I wouldn’t be if someone didn’t love to edge their partners.”

“You both just beg so beautifully.” Draco’s hand caressed Theo’s hip bones.

Theo smiled at the couple’s rebuttals against each other, he felt right at home between them.

“I can’t believe I waited so long to experience that.” Theo sighed.

Hermione laid her head across Theo’s chest. “Took you long enough, I thought we were quite obvious.”

“I thought you two were just a nice married couple and I am your children’s Healer.” Theo wrapped one arm around Hermione, his other hand carded Draco’s hair.

Draco added. “Theo, we both don’t come to the check-ups for St. Mungo’s warm hospitality. You should've heard Hermione after Scorpius was born and we took him home. On our first night, she went on and on about the assisting Healer who was so hot. ‘Draco, I want to jump his bones.’”

“Draco! Theo is right, you are a wanker.” She smacked Draco’s thigh again, but this time she laughed. “Draco here, gushed about you constantly at dinner ‘he’s such a sweet pure-blood wizard, Hermione, he has to be our permanent Healer.’ At least I only discussed you after our appointments.

“Oh?” Theo asked with a glint of humour in his eyes as he looked between them.

“At least I didn’t nearly drain the Malfoy vaults by buying a new outfit for every visit with our Healer. Hermione made sure she had a new outfit for each appointment, and Merlin, bless you, Theo. I was ready to come in my trousers with her upping the ante each time.” Draco whistled.

“I knew it! In every outfit, you were radiating sex. I thought I was losing my mind, so I tried not to look,” Theo explained.

Draco chuckled. “Circe, you’re so adorable and oblivious,” he admonished, shaking his head.

“Hey!”

“We find it endearing,” Hermione amended and kissed Theo’s pec.

“Well, how was I supposed to know? You two are happily married, your marriage is blasted everywhere in the Prophet. Then, when Draco started flirting with me during his recent visit to my office, I thought something had to be wrong with him or your marriage.”

“I swear you and Hermione love to jump to conclusions”—Draco shook his head— “First Hermione thinks you and Ernie have a thing, and you thought our marriage was on the rocks. You two will be the death of me, I swear.”

“How could you think Ernie was my type?” Theo turned to Hermione.

Hermione hid her face in Theo’s chest. “It was more about me thinking he fancied you. C’mon look at you, Theo. Healer robes, glasses, and soft jumpers. Anyone would want you, so we had to strike first.”

Theo blushed. “Well, no need to worry, I’m yours.” His entire chest heated at his words; he then cleared his throat. “Since we’re discussing Healers, if we continue this, you both know I can no longer see you or the kids as patients, right?”

“Sadly, yes, but that won’t stop us from asking for a second opinion.” Draco winked.

“I can agree to that,” Theo amended.

“But let’s say a nice benefactor wanted to fund your research which would have you seeing fewer patients, anyway, how would you feel about that?”

“Draco, I don't want you or Hermione pulling strings for me.” He sighed.

“It wouldn’t be pulling strings, more like a potential endowment to St. Mungo’s that would be unrestricted so it would benefit many Healers and their research. You simply would be one of the many benefiting parties.”

Theo bit his lip. “Can I think about it?”

“Of course.”

“But, if we asked nicely, would you wear your Healer robes to bed?” Hermione’s eyes glinted with mischief.

This time Theo laughed. “Only if a certain couple wears their solicitor and Auror robes to bed.” Theo trailed his hands against the swell of Hermione's breast.

“You’re on.” She smiled.

“Will you stay for the weekend?” Draco asked quietly.

Theo turned to look into his steel eyes. Draco bore a scared expression, his eyes filled with uncertainty.

“Stay, please?” Hermione wrapped herself around Theo.

“Alright.” He nodded.

Draco’s fingers massaged Theo’s scalp; he relaxed under the comforting touch.

“Honestly, I don’t want this to end.” Hermione curled into Theo’s side.

Theo’s fingers stroked Hermione’s curls. “It won’t. You have me now, and I’m not going anywhere. For once, I’m certain there’s something worth fighting for.”

“How are you so sure?” she asked.

“Because nothing compares to being here with you both,” he said.

“It’s us, Hermione, we’ll always have each other,” Draco added.

“Promise?” Hermione whispered into the night; the question wasn’t directed at anyone.

Theo nodded even though she couldn’t see him.

No one said a word after. The trio lay together in peaceful silence. Theo absentmindedly traced Draco’s Sectumsempra scars. When Draco grabbed Theo’s hand, his eyes went wide and scared. Theo looked to Draco prepared for a scolding, instead Draco kissed his palm with his eyes trained on Theo.

“Thank you,” Draco said.

“For what?”

“For staying.”

“You’ll only have to ask, and for you two I’ll always be there.” Theo lifted his head to kiss a scar that reached Draco’s collarbone and then pecked Draco’s lips.

Theo's fingers twirled around Hermione’s curls while she rested her head against his chest.

“I don't mean to push, but what happens from here?” Theo asked.

“Whatever you want,” Draco offered.

“And if I wanted more, like dates and to be with you two then, that wouldn’t be a problem?”

“Of course not, why would it be a problem?” Hermione questioned.

“Well, you two are married with kids. As much as I want to entertain the fantasy of being in a long-term triad relationship with you both, in which it’s only us committed to each other, I don’t want to disrupt what you two have built,” he explained.

“Why does it have to be fantasy? Why can’t it be as simple as the three of us being together?” Draco asked.

Theo’s brain faltered. “How would it be easy?”

“Explain to us why this won’t work,” Hermione pushed.

“You’re married, what would the press say?”

“Screw the press, we have enough money to buy the Prophet. Next.” Draco waved his hand.

“Your mother, Draco, and the kids.”

Now, Hermione waved her hand. “Narcissa is only concerned with the happiness of her son, grandchildren, and now mine. Besides, the kids adore you.” She smiled.

“But—”

Hermione grabbed his hands while Draco moved to sit in front of them.

“Is there an actual problem, or do you have a problem with this?” he asked.

“I don’t want to—I can’t ruin a good thing. You two are good for me.” Theo’s eyes darted between them.

Hermione cupped Theo’s cheeks. “You’ll always have us, and we promise wherever this goes, you’ll land gently on your feet, okay?”

Theo nodded. “Right, okay.”

“So?” Draco pressed.

Theo’s smile turned into a wide toothy grin, and he nodded. “Yes.”

“Did I just hear a ‘yes’ Hermione?”

“Yes, you did, Draco.” Hermione’s face broke into a radiant smile; she scrambled into Theo’s arms and kissed his face.

Draco smiled, engulfed them in a large hug, and kissed the tops of their heads. Draco then gripped Theo’s chin and pecked his lips.

“I hope you know you're ours now.”

Theo looked between the hopeful faces of his partners. Draco sat in front of him with Hermione’s back propped against his chest, and his heart bloomed at the thought of them being his.

Hermione and Draco opened their hearts to Theo, and from the look of their beaming smiles which were highlighted by the moonlight filtering in through the window, Theo knew deep within his soul he made the right choice by opening his heart to them as well.

Theo clasped their hands together, and Hermione and Draco smiled brightly at him.

“There’s no place I’d rather be than with you two, forever entwined.”