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The new museum. Manhattan 🗽

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manhattan nyc, july 2016 on Panasonic DMC-LZ40

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Henry Street

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New York, New York

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Lower Manhattan from Hoboken on Friday evening

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TW: Smut 18+: Dreomione/Triad/Soulmate Bond

A Soulmate or Two

Hermione sat in the dark looking out over New York City’s skyline, appreciating the faint outlines of the high rise buildings. All of the city was awake, the dancing lights from across the Hudson were glittering on the water, entrancing her a bit and distracting her from her thoughts. The ones that, as of the last 3 years, have been filled with glimpses of Mercury gray eyes with platinum white hair, and dexterous, strong hands. If that wasn’t bad enough, another man infiltrated her thoughts too. With curly brown hair, sparkling blue eyes and a dimpled smile that could make anyone melt.

“Fuck!”

She shook her head furiously to chase away the images. If only it were that easy to stop the physical response her body had to them. Her dreams had been intensifying as the years passed. Tonight’s edition had left her panting and near an orgasm.

Draco had 2 of those beautiful and nimble fingers deep within her cunt, stroking her G-spot. He was relentless and precise. Theo was holding her tight against his chest with one hand pulling her hair just enough to cause pain while biting at her neck softly while toying with her nipples.

Even though it was a dream, she could still feel them against her skin that set her aflame just remembering it. Why in Merlin’s fucking name was this happening? This pull she felt towards them both seemed unnatural. I mean, it’s Draco bloody Malfoy and Theodore fucking Nott!! She had left the Wizarding World behind for the last five years. Purposely moving away so she couldn’t be further unless she moved south of the equator and, let’s face it, that was not an option thank you very much. Still, she couldn’t shake this need, this hollow feeling in her chest.

Casting her canaries for an additional distraction made her realize that each one had a mate. They were always in even numbers. She didn’t believe in old wives tales, especially the one she read about in the folklore books at Flourish and Blotts. It said that a lonely witch who never found her one true love, her soulmate, had invoked the old Gods and with blood magic made a pact to ensure no one else suffered her fate. The Gods said that every magical child would be born with a partial birthmark and that your soulmate would have the matching piece. It would fit together perfectly.

What a load of thestral shite.

She had a birthmark but that didn’t mean a damn thing because here she was at 27, single and eating cold lo mein from Mr. Lings. But these thoughts and dreams. The pull to be near them and the desire to pack up her life to track them down… it had to mean something.

It was at that moment, Hermione realized she was absolutely fucked. A few days later she was standing outside the steps of the British Ministry of Magic after arriving by port key. It felt surreal. And nauseating.

Hermione called up Harry and they caught up with each other over a few butter beers at The Leaky. After he wrapped his head around the whole situation he let her know that Draco and Theo were running a specialized division within the Ministry. They had endured a lot but managed to change the perspective of their household names and were now viewed in a different light by the Wizarding World. Harry brought her back to the ministry and sent her to their division with a visitors pass. After all, she was Hermione Granger the “Golden Girl”, war heroine and Brightest Witch of her age. If anyone deserved to be there it was her.

Hermione couldn’t help the butterflies in her stomach. Or was that the butter beer and nerve induced bile attempting to surface? What was she doing here?! She should have stayed back in NYC. Who packs up on a whim and travels to a different continent for a “feeling”?

“Circe’s tits” she whispers once the lift doors open. Stepping out she feels the the presence of heavy magic in the air. The space was full of books, artifacts, and potions bubbling in a corner.

Suddenly her heart started beating quickly and that pull felt stronger than ever. Then she heard a deep baritone voice along with a smooth tenor voice say in tandem “Hermione?”.

When she turned both Draco and Theo were standing a meter from her. Looking awestruck and she couldn't help herself. She walked a bit closer to them and stopped a foot away. Their fingers were twitching and it looked like they wanted to lunge towards her.

“Er, hi. I needed to come see you both. I can’t explain what’s been happening over the years I’ve been having these dreams, or feelings really. I just know that this is something I can no longer ignore. Recently, like I said, I’ve been having some really strange…”

“Dreams?” Draco and Theo murmured at the same time. Astounded, she couldn’t believe what she heard. So it isn't just her?

“How did you know?”

Draco came so close to her she could almost smell his cologne and it was intoxicating. He gazed deeply into her eyes, lifting up a hand to softly stroke her cheek, “Are you real Granger or am I dreaming again?”. The pleading tone from him broke her composure and she threw herself at him wrapping her arms around his neck.

“I’m here Draco. I’m really here. Is it true? Are you both mine?”. He nodded into her neck, gripping her tight. She felt another pair of strong arms from behind her wrap around her waist, “Yeah gorgeous. He’s yours, I’m yours. Always will be if you’ll have us. Our souls have felt incomplete until now. Can’t you feel the magic? That hollow feeling is gone.” Tears started falling from Theo’s eyes and they all began to cry as the feeling of completion comes over them.

They stayed in an embraced for a while and then it happened. Draco placed his forehead against hers and whispered, “I’m going to kiss you now.” All Hermione could do was nod her consent. When their lips met it was something otherworldly. A tingling feeling embedded itself in her chest and she knew her soul was melding itself. She couldn’t help the tears that had kept falling and he wiped them away gently. Kissing each cheek he spoke softly to her, “Oh gods, Hermione. I never thought this day would come. I tried to find you for so long. I feel whole now.” Theo turned her towards him and silently asked if he could kiss her as well, to which she said of course. His kiss was tender and full of passion.

That was it, finally the hollow feeling in her chest was gone and she felt a level of happiness she never experienced before. Theo and Draco held up her left hand nestled in between their own and kissed it slowly. That is when they noticed a half moon birthmark on the top of her index finger. Draco startled and put his right hand next to hers where another half moon was on his index finger. They looked at Theo and he had the missing piece on his right index finger as well. They held their hands in place for what felt like an hour. Hermione chuckled to herself.

I guess that old wives tale was right after all.

The three of them had a lot to discuss, but for now she relished in the fact that she found what some people search their whole lives for.

She left the Ministry holding hands with both of her soulmates and hopeful for what the future could bring. - JEM 10/03/2022

This is the longest Drabble I have written and I couldn’t have done it without the amazing @tiny-reader who volunteered to Beta and improved this and Courtney who was grammar police too. ILY both!! What’s in store for our triad?? Does anyone want a fic from this? 👀🐍🖤