She Is Made Of Gold |Hermione Poly Fic| Book 2

Chapter One

Hi to all you little potterheads. Thank you for returning to me.
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Hermione

She felt a rush of happiness as she climbed the wooden steps. The wrap around porch was covered in hanging plant pots, vines curling around the beams. Fairy lights hung in scallops bringing a soft glow to the otherwise dark night. Her suit cases sat at the bottom of the steps because she knew she wanted her arms to be empty.

She knocked quickly, barely able to contain her excitement. It appeared that neither could they because all three appear once the door was open. Draco was the first to reach her, taking her into his arms without a second thought. She wrapped her arms around him, breathing him in. Lemon, Carmel, roses. It was so familiar and she could drown in it.

Noticing that the others were impatient he unravelled his fingers from her sweater. Viktor, who wanted to out shine Draco, lifted her, kissing her softly all over her face. She cried out his name through her laughter, kissing him back. Satisfied with his greeting his gingerly let her down.

She turned, her lips drawing up even farther at the corners. "Hello Severus." He nodded in return, his arms crossed solidly over his broad chest. She opened her arms to him and he stepped forward. Taking her face in his hands, he placed a tender kiss to her forehead.

Draco was the first to offer to show her around the house. She had seen it before, but not fully furnished and painted. It was large with three stories and a redone basement. She had picked it because of how secluded it was from the rest of the world. She had no clue that they were going to put this much into it.

"It's lovely," she said in awe, spinning around the entrance, "Oh, thank you, all of you." She kissed them each on the cheek.

Draco shrugged, lacing his finger with hers, "I picked everything out, the other two have no clue how to decorate."

"Hey," Viktor grunted indignantly, "I do so know how to decorate, you bastard."

Draco laughed good heartedly and winked at Hermione.

"What about you Severus," Hermione asked, brushing a bit of orange cat hair of his black button down, "Any input on your decorating skills?"

He shook his head and smiled kindly to his witch, "No, Draco picked it out. But I must say he hardly lifted a finger to help."

Draco scoffed, "No fair, I totally did."

"Yeah, only when we threatened to call your mom."

"Haha, very funny, Mr. Control-building-everything, I could have helped if you let me," Hermione laughed, so hard in fact she had to sit down on the first step.

Once she had calmed down she left herself to her feet, "Where's my baby?"

Viktor assumed that she meant an actual child and looked on confused as Draco left to find the cat. He opened his mouth but Hermione began baby talking to her cat so he closed it.

"Hello Crooks, how are you my son," she kissed his fuzzy little head and he purred loudly. Severus frowned.

"That thing only likes you, " Hermione glanced at him for only a moment, "He hates the three of us."

She pouted at the cat, "Oh, Crooksie, sweetie, how come you don't like your dads?" The cat meowed unknowingly, bumping his head against her chin.

All three felt a swell of something. None had any clue what but it made them feel giddy and light. Yet terrified and nervous at the same.

She let the cat down and yawned, "I believe it's Draco's night, yes?"

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Draco

As soon as he had led her around the house, her took her to his bedroom. The men had agreed to have separate bedrooms, allowing her to rotate between them. Sure two would feel lonely but it was better then trying to find a bed to fit all of them. She had her own room of course, in case she just wanted to be alone.

Hers was th only room in the house which hadn't been completely decorated. The walls had primer and there was a fully made bed but other than that it was empty.

She began to strip when the door closed, searching in her bag as she did so. She pulled out the necessary body wash, shampoo, conditioner, brush and nightgown. She would come back with her tooth brush.

She passed Severus in the hall on her way to the bathroom.  There was four in total. Two had tubs, one was just a shower and the other was just a toilet. Draco had been oddly thorough with his tour.

Severus smirked at her, stopping to bend down and kiss her pulse point. She hummed softly, spinning her finger deftly into his dark hair.

"Severus, I need a shower," she chided, and pushed him back. He made a sad noise but let her go.

She stood under the stream of water for a minute without doing anything. Just thinking about how lucky she felt. She cleaned herself quickly after her five minutes of contemplation.

She used a spell to dry her hair, and got dressed in her nightgown. The friend she had made in the USA said that it made her look really good.

He sighed, looking at the clock. Was she taking long? He couldn't tell. He took of his shirt and pants and slid under his covers.

He was about to fall asleep when she opened the door. She looked at him shyly. Which he could understand, because her attire made him blush.

Light grey, mid thigh length and practically see through.

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This is shit.