Harmione One Shots

All That Matters Now

Summary: Harry, Hermione, and Draco are happily throupled four years after the war. They reminisce about how they all lost their virginities; Harry and Hermione plan in advance for Draco's jealousy when he finds out about what happened in the tent.

Ship: HarryPotterxHermioneGrangerxDracoMalfoy

All credit goes to Dizzleoo on Ao3

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In their youth, the Wizarding World had thought them inevitable, Hermione and Harry.

Starting in their Fourth Year, whenever Hermione dated someone, or was rumored to, she was villainized because how dare she break the heart of the Chosen One? Never mind that he too dated other people, namely Cho Chang and of course, his long term relationship with Ginny. The vitriol she'd received for going to the Yule Ball with Viktor, when she was only fifteen, was a classic example of the misogyny that still ran rampant in society.

By the time the war had ended, the Wizarding World had changed their mind. Hermione would marry Ron, and Harry would marry Ginny. It was perfect, wasn't it? They could stay just as they were forever, blurring the lines between friends and family. The four of them together, for all time.

If only the public had known about their time in the tent, among other things. They would have lost their collective mind.

After the war, Harry and Hermione had both broken up with their own respective Weasley, and decided to give an actual relationship a try.

Then along came Draco Malfoy.

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Tangled up in their huge, luxurious bed at Malfoy Manor, snuggled between her two wizards, Hermione felt ridiculously relaxed. They were having a lazy evening, drinking wine in bed after a long, athletic session of making each other come. After one drink too many, they'd started discussing prior sexual experiences, not a topic the three of them had discussed often. Draco came to the realization that he'd never asked Hermione how she lost her virginity.

"You already know that Potter took my virginity back in 6th Year," Draco said.

Boy, did she.

Harry had been cagey about it at first, and then Hermione had finally gotten him to admit to her when they were living in the tent in the woods, that he and Malfoy had been involved in their 6th year at school.

He hadn't known that Hermione already knew. In fact, she'd walked in on them one day after hearing suspicious moaning on her way to Potions. She'd peered into an abandoned classroom, and saw Harry leaning over Malfoy, pushing him over a desk with both of their pants around their ankles. Harry bit Malfoy's shoulder as he, presumably, came, and Hermione bolted to the closest girls' lavatory to get herself off. She'd never been more turned on in all of her life.

She hadn't meant to keep seeing the image flashing behind her eyes when she was alone in the dark. It was almost compulsory, every time her hand made its way into her knickers, finding heated, wet flesh, so sensitive it only took a few minutes before the telltale burn of bliss would make its way down her spine, in through her lower belly and out through her clit.

Her feelings about it had been complicated. She'd been half in love with Harry and had nursed—not a crush, exactly, but a fascination for Malfoy. He was snooty and horrible but handsome, and she couldn't help wanting to fuck him so stupid, maybe he'd stop doing evil shit all the time.

Too bad there was no such thing as a magical cunt. Besides, she'd been a virgin then, with almost no experience, save for Viktor who had once gotten her off with his fingers.