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Draco hadn’t returned to the castle since the battle’s end— and Theo and Hermione since the end of 8th year except for brief visits with McGonagall—and yet, seeing the turrets appearing through the fog brought a pulse of warmth and unease all at once.
Theo’s hand rested protectively on Hermione’s knee. Draco, on her other side, hadn’t stopped scanning the passing landscape, wand in hand despite the secure carriage.
“You’d think after the war, Hogwarts would finally get a few years of peace,” Theo muttered.
Draco’s mouth twisted. “Peace doesn’t seem to be the natural state of this place.”
Hermione gave him a wry look. “And yet, we keep coming back.”
The wrought-iron gates creaked open with a low groan as the trio approached, their boots sinking slightly into the wet grass.
Professor McGonagall herself stood waiting, flanked by a few Aurors and several professors—Flitwick, Sprout, and a tired-looking Madam Pomfrey, and masters.
“Mr. Malfoy, Mr. Nott, Mrs. Malfoy-Granger-Nott,” McGonagall greeted formally, though her eyes softened when she looked at Hermione. “Thank you for coming on such short notice.”
Hermione inclined her head. “We wouldn’t be anywhere else, Professor.”
McGonagall nodded once, gesturing for them to follow her toward the castle. “We have many students affected so far before term ended. Six are muggle-borns or half-bloods, two pure-blood. All house affiliations. The first symptoms appeared just after Easter break. We’ve scoured every known dark artefact registry and found nothing. The core drain remains—pardon my language—a bloody mystery.”
Hermione’s stomach twisted. “I feel like all the conventional ideas have been eliminated, but I’ve been thinking of obscure causes as well. Are we sure it’s not some kind of magical parasite or bug bite? There were traces of those in old curse injuries after the war that got infected on the run—”
“Already checked,” said McGonagall. “Nothing of the sort. Magical exterminators have been through countless times. This isn’t a case of enchanted bedbugs or transferable fungal infection from the showers. Which is why we’ve called in help from all over. Our best guess still is some type of cursed object that just these students came into contact with. Since they’re all older students with weekends off campus in town, master teams are also searching the village as well, though I’ve assigned you three to stay on Hogwarts ground teams.”
They entered the Headmistress’s office, now far tidier than during Dumbledore’s reign, though the same ancient warmth filled the air. The portraits watched silently as McGonagall waved them to seats.
Theo leaned forward immediately, notebook out, quill hovering. Draco, however, remained standing, eyes sharp. “Before we begin,” he said, “I want it clear from the start—Hermione doesn’t go anywhere alone.”
McGonagall raised an eyebrow. “Mr. Malfoy, she’s a fully capable witch—”
“I’m aware,” Draco interrupted politely but firmly. “Capable doesn’t mean invulnerable. You’ve had multiple core drains already, and my wife has been targeted twice in as many months by possibly linked dark arts sympathizers. Either Nott or I stay with her at all times.”
Hermione shot him a look that was equal parts irritation and reluctant affection. “Draco—”
He didn’t budge. “No discussion.”
McGonagall pursed her lips but didn’t argue further. “Very well. For now, I’ll assign you three to work as one investigative unit. Mr. Nott, your medical expertise may help us understand what’s happening to the students’ cores. Mrs. Malfoy-Granger-Nott, your Charms mastery research will be invaluable for tracing potential enchantments. Mr. Malfoy—”
“—knows a cursed artefact when he sees one,” Draco finished smoothly.
“Indeed,” she said dryly. “You’ll coordinate with the other teams and report back at day’s end.”
When they finally stepped into the corridor, the scent of stone and waxed wood brought a rush of memories.
The echo of distant laughter. The ghosts whispering through the upper corridors.
“I forgot how much this place still feels alive,” Theo said softly.
Hermione smiled faintly. “That’s because it is. The memories never really leave us entirely.”
Draco, ever composed, looked around with faint nostalgia. “Strange to be back as the one helping the school instead of plotting to destroy it.”
Hermione laughed under her breath. “Growth suits you.”
They walked in silence for a few moments more, side by side. Draco’s fingers brushed hers—an unspoken check-in. The faint hum of the triadic bond pulsed softly between them, reassuring and grounding in this ancient place of chaos and magic.
“We’ll solve it,” Theo said quietly. “We always do.”
Their first assignment felt rather redundant, to re-check The Great Hall for anything the first teams may have overlooked. Without students or items laid out on the 5 tables, the room was surprisingly empty.
Still, the triad worked around the room, casting curse detecting spells, and wiping cloths acrossed surfaces to check for magic or potion residue. They spent the most time examining the house hour glasses, all set back to zeros for the summer break.
Hermione was particularly fascinated by the charms placed on the glass and beads to make them automatically calcite the house points.
After a few hours they had checked in, getting reassigned down to Theo’s and Draco’s old lair.
The Slytherin dormitory beneath the Black Lake was a cavernous, emerald-lit relic of their youth, its stone walls draped with silver-threaded tapestries depicting serpents coiling through waves, the fabric shimmering faintly under the eerie, greenish light filtering through the massive, arched windows that peered into the inky depths of the lake.
Schools of metalic fish darted past, their silvery scales catching the light in fleeting glints, while the occasional shadow of a merperson or a curious grindylow drifted by, casting rippling, aquatic silhouettes across the common room.
The air was cool and damp, heavy with the briny, primal scent of the lake, mingled with the musty aroma of ancient stone. They spent a good hour scouring for objects possibly hidden in the common room, without any surprises except a sticky half eaten sweet that Theo’s hand had the misfortune of finding under a sofa cushion.
They eventually moved their search to the dorms moving efficiently through the girl’s side without so much of a hint of dark magic (much to Hermione’s relief and surprise).
They moved on to the boy’s dorms. The massive four-poster beds, with their dark green velvet curtains and intricately carved serpentine headboards, stood like silent sentinels of their past, the emerald silk sheets on Draco’s old bed slightly faded but still luxurious.
The triad bond thrummed with a playful, sensual intimacy—Hermione’s intrigued embarrassment a sparkling, molten warmth in their chests, Draco’s filthy, nostalgic devotion a blazing, teasing inferno, Theo’s cheeky excitement a pulsing, mischievous heartbeat that made their golden rings glow brightly.
Dressed in practical robes—Hermione’s charcoal, tailored to hug her curves, Draco’s black, crisp and commanding, Theo’s Healer green, having been assigned the Slytherin dorms, the irony was not lost on them as memories of their school days flooded back to the boys.
The dormitory was empty, devoid of any personal student effects, just the normal fixtures of Hogwarts present, and the other teams were scouring different parts of the castle, leaving them alone in the cavernous space, the weight of their shared history pressing on them.
Hermione stood by Draco’s old bed, her fingers brushing the emerald curtains, the velvet soft and cool under her touch, her curls loose and wild, catching the greenish light in a halo of the hearth’s fire, her cheeks flushed with a mix of nostalgia, embarrassment, and a growing, undeniable arousal.
Draco leaned against a bedpost, his shirt unbuttoned from all the bending and searching, to reveal his scarred chest, the torchlight tracing each visible scar—Sectumsempra wounds, and faint spell burn marks from his past.
His silver eyes were glinting with filthy intent and a desperate, nostalgic hunger. Theo sprawled on the edge of the bed, his robes open to reveal his toned frame, his cock pressing against the fabric—half-hard, his eyes twinkling with mischief and a cheeky, boyish excitement, the bond pulsing with their shared feelings.
Draco’s grin was wicked, his voice a low, filthy drawl that dripped with nostalgia and raw desire, “Granger, love—Salazar, look at you, standing by my old bed like a naughty little Gryffindor sneaking into Slytherin territory, just begging to be corrupted.”
He stepped closer, his hand brushing her hip, fingers lingering on the curve of her arse through her robes, the bond flaring with his desire, his cock twitching visibly.
“You know what I fantasized about back then, love? Bending you over this very bed after we’d fight, ripping those prim little robes off, and fucking that perfect, tight pussy while you screamed my name, Theo watching, stroking his cock, desperate to join in.”
His fingers slid under her robes, teasing the edge of her thigh, sparking a shiver that radiated to her core, “Bet you thought about it too, didn’t you, Granger? Your sweet little cunt dripping for us in the dungeons, imagining us claiming you right here, making you ours in the most forbidden way. All that taunting between us, always got me so fired up after,”
His voice dropped lower, a filthy growl, “What do you say, love? Let’s make that fantasy real—right here, right now, on my old bed, your pussy stuffed with my cock, Theo’s down your throat, the lake watching us fuck you senseless. This may be a one time opportunity.”
Hermione’s cheeks burned a scorching crimson, her pussy clenching with awakening, her voice unsteady with embarrassed arousal, “Draco! Here? In the dorms? It’s... it’s so risky, someone could walk in, the other teams—”
Her mind swirled with a heady mix of fear, shame, and desire, the bond radiating her vulnerability like a warm, crackling spark. Theo chuckled, his voice cheeky but thick with excitement, leaning back on the bed, his hand palming his cock through his trousers, “Oh, come on, love—live a little. Imagine it: you, us, this bed, the lake as our audience, your pussy dripping for us while we fuck you in our old stomping grounds. Bet your cunt’s already soaked thinking about it, isn’t it?”
His grin was wicked, the bond pulsing with his playful impudence, his cock hardening fully, the piercing pressing visibly against the fabric.
Draco’s eyes darkened with a blazing, possessive hunger, his voice a filthy, relentless snarl, “Fuck, love—your pussy’s begging for it, I can feel it in the bond, that slick little cunt throbbing for us just thinking about it.”
He stepped closer, his hand sliding fully under her robes, fingers brushing her soaked lace panties as he teased her pussy lips through the fabric, “You’re drenched, Granger—admit it, you want this. Want my cock slamming into this tight pussy, Theo’s piercing down your throat, us claiming you in our old dorm like the filthy little witch you are.”
His fingers pressed against her clit through the lace, flickering a shock that made her gasp, “Picture it, love—me fucking you doggy style, your arse bouncing, your screams echoing off these walls, Theo’s cock stretching your mouth, his cum dripping down your chin. Then you ride him, your tits bouncing, my cum leaking out of your cunt, the bed creaking under us. Tell me you don’t want it, Granger—tell me you don’t want to be our dirty little fantasy right here.”
His cock throbbed against his trousers, the bond flaring with his desperate need, his fingers circling her clit with teasing, promising strokes.
Hermione’s breath hitched, her pussy throbbing with a flood of fluids, her clit pulsing with a desperate, aching heat, her mind a whirlwind of embarrassment, fear, and overwhelming desire.
Her voice shuddered with raw honesty, “Draco, Theo—you’re impossible, you know that? It’s... it’s so risky, so forbidden, but...” She swallowed, her eyes shimmering with trust and arousal, “I want it. I want you both, here, now—make it ours.” , the bond pulsed with her aroused surrender.
Draco’s grin was triumphant, his voice a filthy whisper in her ear, “That’s our fucking brave wife—gonna fuck you so good, love, gonna make this bed remember us.”
Theo’s chuckle was warm, “Let’s give the lake a show, love—our filthy little witch.”
They moved with eager, coordinated precision, but Draco held back, his eyes glinting with a teasing, torturous intent, “Not yet, love—gonna make you beg for it first, gonna tease this pussy till you’re dripping on my old sheets.” The bond flared with his filthy decloration, his hands slow and deliberate as they began the prolonged, teasing foreplay.
Draco guided her to the edge of his old bed with reverent haste, the emerald curtains parting with a swish, the velvet brushing her skin, the mattress creaking softly as he sat her down, her robes still on but hiked up to reveal her thighs, the charcoal fabric pooling around her hips.
“Fuck, Granger—look at you, sitting on my bed like you belong here, like you’re my naughty little fantasy come to life,” he growled, kneeling before her, his hands spreading her thighs wide, the cool air of the dorm kissing her soaked panties, sparking a shiver.
His fingers traced the edge of her lace panties, not pulling them down yet, just teasing the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, “Your pussy’s so wet, love—I can smell it, feel it in the bond, this cunt’s aching for us.”
His lips kissed her thigh, inches from her pussy, his breath hot against the lace, “Gonna make you wait, Granger—gonna tease this clit till you’re begging for our cocks.”
Theo stood beside her, his robes fully open, his frame bare except for his trousers, his cock hard and straining, the piercing glinting over the waistband as he leaned down to kiss her neck, his lips warm and teasing, “Look at you, love—blushing in our old dorm, pussy dripping for us,” his voice cheeky but thick with love, his fingers brushing her curls, tucking a strand behind her ear.
“Remember those days, Hermione? You glaring at us in the Great Hall, but your eyes always lingered. Bet you’re imagining it now—us fucking you right under Snape’s nose.”
His hand slid down, cupping her breast through her robes, pinching her nipple gently, sparking a soft jolt, “Gonna make you scream so loud the lake and his ghost hears it.”
Draco’s fingers finally hooked into her panties, pulling them down with agonizing slowness, the lace dragging against her skin, baring her pussy inch by inch— “Fuck, Granger—this pussy’s a fucking work of art, so wet it’s pleading for my tongue,” he growled, but he didn’t touch her yet, just blew a cool breath over her clit, sparking a desperate shiver, her pussy clenching visibly.
“Look at this cunt, Theo—dripping like a river, ready for us,” he snarled, his fingers tracing her pussy lips without entering, teasing the slippery folds, “Gonna make you wait, love—gonna tease this pussy till you’re fucking desperate for our snakes.”
Draco’s fingers circled her pussy lips, brushing her clit with feather-light touches that sparked warm, pulsing jolts but never enough to satisfy, her walls trembling for something to grip, her moans growing frantic, “Draco—please, love you,” her hands gripping the bed, her hips bucking for more contact.
Theo’s lips moved to her breasts, pulling her robes open to bare them, sucking her nipple hard, “Fuck, love—your tits are perfect, gonna make you cum just from this,” his voice cheeky, his hand pinching her other nipple, the sting blending with pleasure. Draco’s tongue finally lapped her pussy with a slurp, tasting her slick, circling her clit with slow, deliberate precision, “Fuck, love—taste like heaven, this cunt’s ours alone forever,” he growled, sucking her clit greadily, sparking electric jolts, but pulling back before she could crest, “Not yet, Granger—gonna make you beg even more.”
After an eternity of teasing, Draco stood, his cock throbbing, viens pulled taunt along his length, “Time to fuck you, love—gonna make this fantasy real,” guiding her to bend over the bed, her hands gripping the sheets, her arse bared.
Theo knelt on the bed before her, shedding his trousers, his cock springing free, the piercing glinting, “Open that pretty mouth, love—suck my cock like a good top student,”.
Hermione’s lips parted quickly, taking Theo’s cock inside a few inches, her tongue whirling around the piercing at a fast pace, the metal cool against mouth’s wamrth, “Theo—love you,” muffled, her hand stroking his base.
Draco was behind her, casting Slick Silken, his fingers parting her pussy lips to hold her wide open in the cool dungeon air, “This cunt’s ours, Granger—dripping for my cock,” he aggressively thrusted two fingers in, curling against her G-spot harshly, “Fuck, love—your pussy’s choking my fingers, gonna wreck this cunt when we get inside it,” pumping faster, his thumb on her clit.
Draco’s fingers teased her to the edge over and over before pulling back, “Beg for my cock, Granger—tell me you want it,” his voice filthy with dark desires.
“Draco—please, fuck me,” she moaned, muffled around Theo. He freed his cock, thrusting into her pussy with a slow drag, her walls stretching tight, the curve carressing her G-spot, on the way in.
“Take all of my cock, every inch needs to sink in, feel the stretch, take it all you filthy witch—fucking this cunt in my old bed,” he roared, hips slamming into her doggy style.
He kept changing the pace, his thrusts slow then brutal, “Your pussy’s squeezing me, Granger—gonna fill this cunt,” at his words her pussy squirted floods. Her orgasm crashed, pussy convulsing intensely, “Draco—love you!” muffled around Theo.
Draco pulled out cum spent deep inside her, his cock glistening with her slick and his seed, “Ride him, love—show me that pussy taking his cock so full,” guiding her to straddle Theo cowgirl style, the mattress creaking as Theo lay back, his frame tense with anticipation.
His massive girth standing proud, the apadravya piercing glinting in the greenishlake light, slick with her saliva. Hermione straddled him, her thighs trembling as she positioned herself over his cock, Draco’s cum already dripping out from her pussy in creamy, pearly ropes, pooling on Theo’s abs with a soft pat-pat.
“Fuck, Granger—look at you, my cum leaking out of your cunt, ready to ride Theo’s cock,” Draco growled, his voice wanton, his hand stroking his half-hard cock, pre-cum beading at the tip already again as he watched.
Theo’s hands gripped her hips, his voice thick with love and cheeky desire, “Come on, love—sink that perfect pussy on me, let me feel you.”
Hermione lowered herself slowly, her pussy lips parting around Theo’s cock, the gape indecent as the piercing brushed her entrance, the cool metal a thrilling contrast to her heat, her walls stretching tight around his girth as she took him inch by inch, the sliding sensation amplified by Draco’s cum, gurgling around Theo’s cock as it filled her.
“Theo—fuck, so wide, so much, love you,” she moaned, her voice trembling with pleasure, her pussy clenching as it tried to slide all the way down his thick rod.
The mattress creaked under them, the emerald sheets bunching as she settled fully boring onto him, Theo’s cock buried to the hilt, the piercing pressing firmly against her sensitive walls, Draco’s cum bubbling out where they joined, dripping down Theo’s balls.
“Fuck, Hermione—your pussy’s so tight, you can barely take all of me, damn it’s so tight… full of his cum,” Theo groaned, his hands guiding her hips, his eyes set intently on hers almost like he could see her soul.
She began to ride him, tentatively at first, her movements slow and deliberate, her thighs flexing as she lifted herself, the wet glide of Theo’s cock in her pussy loud and lewd n the air, her own slick and Draco’s cum covering his exposed shaft overtime she lifted upward.
“Ride his cock harder, Granger—fuck, look at you, tits bouncy, my cum dripping out of your cunt, your pussy stretched so wide around him it looks like you might tear in half,” Draco growled, kneeling beside them face eye level with their union.
Draco’s hand stroked his cock, his silver eyes blazing with the bonds shared passions, “Your pussy’s taking him so well, love—look at that piercing stretching you, my cum making it so sloppy.”
Her breasts jiggled with each recoil down his shaft, the greenish light casting shadows that danced across her skin, her curls bouncing wildly as she rode faster with Draco’s comands, the slap-slap of her arse against Theo’s thighs echoing in the dorm,“Theo—love you, feels so good, so much.”
She rode faster and faster, with pulsing pleasure that radiated through her core, and desperate bounces that made her pussy clench tight. Theo’s hands roamed her body, cupping her breasts, pinching her nipples with gentle, teasing pressure, “Fuck, love—your tits are perfect, ride me harder,” his voicedemanding, his hips bucking up to meet her in hard collesions, the piercing scraping her G-spot with every thrust.
Draco leaned closer, his voice a filthy snarl, “Look at you, Granger—riding his cock like a good wife, my cum dripping out, your pussy so good for us,” his hand reached around to spank her arse lightly—smack—the sting sparking pleasure, her pussy clenching automatically at the contact, gushing a forceful spurt that drenched Theo’s abs.
Her riding grew even more wild, her thighs trembling with the prolonged effort, the mattress creaking loudly under them, the emerald curtains swaying with the motion, the piercing amplifying every sensation, Draco’s cum as lubricant making each slide slicker, deeper .
“Theo—fuck, love you,” she moaned, her voice raw, her hands gripping his chest, careful of his scar, her pussy clenching tighter as she got close. Theo’s groans were desperate, “Hermione—love you, your pussy’s gonna make me cum so hard it’ll fill even your tummy,” his hands guiding her hips faster, the piercing battering her G-spot roughly as she slammed down onto him repeatedly.
Draco’s voice was a filthy roar, “Ride him harder, Granger—make that pussy squirt, show me how much you love his cock spreading you so wide and desperate,” his hand stroked his cock faster, pre-cum leaking down his hand.
Her second orgasm built slowly, then crashed heavy and unexpectedly, pussy quivering aggressively around Theo’s cock, the piercing magnifying the contractions, “Theo—love you!”.
Theo’s hips bucked up out of rhythm a few more times, his cock finally throbbing as he let loose an abundance of thick, hot ropes deep in her pussy, “Hermione—our perfect fantasy, love you!” the rich mix of their combined fluids and Draco’s sopping out of her abused pussy, soaking the sheets below Theo’s butt.
Draco kissed her profoundly on the lips, “Our filthy witch,” his voice deep with love. They collapsed together for a few minutes of recovery, the bed groaning, hearts bound in their naughty, nostalgic bond.
As the day faded into evening, McGonagall reconvened the teams in her office. “There’s something else you should know,” she said gravely. “The pattern of the affected students has almost all of them with classes leading up to their core drains inside the Forbidden Forest. Something inside that forest may be at the heart of this possibly.”
Draco’s expression hardened. “Then we’ll go in tomorrow morning.”
“I’d prefer you wait until daylight,” she warned. “And not without backup.”
Hermione nodded. “We’ll be careful.”
McGonagall’s sharp gaze softened slightly. “I know you will, my dear. But whatever this is, it feels old—older and darker than any curse I’ve felt in this castle before.”
That night, the triad rested in their suite together, rather tired from their day.
Theo fell asleep quickly, exhausted. Hermione sat by the window, looking out toward the dark line of the orchards, the faint shimmer of wards pulsing over the trees.
Draco joined her, sliding a warm hand over hers.
“You’re thinking about the students,” he said softly.
“And about what’s waiting out there,” she admitted.
He followed her gaze. “Then we’ll face it. Together.”
She turned to him, their bond thrumming softly through the night air—a reassurance that even in this place wrought with danger, they weren’t alone.
Tomorrow, they would begin their search again.