The Edge of Perfect

Author's Note: I honestly do not know what this is. . . Oh wait! Yes I do. It's a distraction from real life and absolutely has no plot whatsoever. This was supposed to be a one-shot but I couldn't stop typing. There will be three chapters. Also to be aware of, I wrote some smut here, guys. It's my first one and it is horribly awkward and perhaps over the top. This is a threesome, with both hetero and homosexual encounters. If none of these things float your boat, kindly hit the back button. Excuse any and all errors. Enjoy!

Warning: Strong language, sexual scenes, multiple partners, m/m/f

Disclaimer: This is J.K Rowling's world and I am just here for the ride. I own nothing.

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Hermione Granger's life was quite perfect, she would say. After the war was finally over, it was time to rebuild Wizarding Britain and purge it's plaguing pureblood supremacy. She went back to Hogwarts for her final year, scored Outstandings on all of NEWTs, and obtained a position in the Ministry.

Wouldn't expect anything less of Hermione Granger.

It took days—weeks really—to put together proper trials for all the Death Eaters and Voldemort sympathizers who aided him during the war. Hermione herself wasn't involved very much with the trials, only to speak for or against someone.

She remembered that her eyes clashed with silver as she stared at Draco Malfoy, restrained, and nearly shoved before the Wizengamot for his trial. Harry had just spoken for Narcissa Malfoy nee Black moments ago and she was sentenced to house arrest, wand monitoring for three years, and payments from the House of Malfoy to compensate for the war. It was far better than Azkaban, where Lucius Malfoy was sentenced.

When Draco was next to be tried, she, Harry, and surprisingly Ron spoke for him when he had not revealed their identities to Bellatrix Lestrange and had defected. As a child brought up in war, Hermione had enunciated that it there were no choices for those brought up in those types of households.

They were only a product of their environment and still had humanity inside of them.

Many of the other Junior Death Eaters, such as Gregory Goyle and Theodore Nott, found themselves at the mercy of the Wizengamot with similar conditions, sentenced to house arrest, or return to Hogwarts to retake their final year, and wand monitoring for two years after their graduation.

Harry preached and demanded Severus Snape's recognition for his immeasurable sacrifice and loyalties to Albus Dumbledore and to the Order of the Phoenix. Harry wanted his name clean and to be seen as a war hero, and not as the greasy traitorous professor who killed Dumbledore.

When Hermione was finished with school, the Golden Girl dug her lioness claws into the system of the Ministry to shred the entire place apart. Not on her own, of course. The Minister of Magic, Kingsley Shacklebolt and many witches and wizards were doing everything in their power to cleanse the corruption within the Ministry, all the while Harry and Ron were doing their part to become Aurors. The Sacred Twenty Eight was in shambles, as the last of their bloodlines were lost within the war in either death itself or locked away in Azkaban.

When they had finished Hogwarts, Draco Malfoy and Theodore Nott had taken over their House Seat, and started to work in the Ministry. A reluctant Harry had also reclaimed the seat for the House of Potter, though he wanted little to do with the politics and more so with the wizarding law enforcement.

It wasn't nearly as shocking to see that war had changed all of them. She was faced with little resistance and perhaps just a bit of reluctance when she had started to fix the mess left by a certain toad-face bitch.

Speaking of toad-face bitch, Hermione was not so secretly pleased when Dolores Umbridge was placed into Azkaban for multiple reasons.

But that was just the cherry on top.

Now, as the Head of the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, she was able to construct werewolf rights—Lupin Laws—and she was currently working on a way to make the wolfsbane potion more affordable while still effective, and perhaps in only one dose instead of multiple. While at first there had been an argument with the few older members of the Wizengamot against the right for horrid creatures, it was at the insistence of the younger generation, and surprisingly Draco Malfoy himself who had spoke up on Hermione's behalf that people all around Europe were inflicted during Greyback's derange mauling of innocent people. That alone did not make them horrid creatures.

He had even mentioned Remus Lupin, the wizard whom the law was named after, had taught students in Hogwarts to defend themselves, and had died a war hero alongside his wife, his mate.

It was safe to say that Malfoy had a soft spot for Remus, because of his closeness to Teddy once his mother and his aunt Andromeda had made amends.

Even Theodore Nott, whom she had worked with to put together proper rebuttals to get the purebloods on her side, had spoken to pass her law. Two powerful families both had quieted the outbursts and resistance when they had teamed up with a third of the Golden Trio.

In fact, she had been working with Nott and Malfoy through her years in the Ministry. While they had attended Hogwarts together for their final year, the pair of Slytherins had kept to themselves. Now she practically saw Nott—whom granted her permission to call him Theo—every day. Since he had been brought up in a pureblood home, he had a vast amount of knowledge about their culture that Hermione had yet to truly understand, begrudgingly.

Theo was warm and pleasant only to those whom he wanted to show affection, and at first she believed that he was cold and distant. But working alongside with him, she had begun to understand his personality and he began accepting her as more than just a silly little muggleborn witch trying to change to world. He was quiet, but his eyes were expressive and his lips always twitched in his own ways of conveying his true thoughts.

She was even on decent terms with Draco Malfoy. While the war had drastically changed his views and he had been reserved in the few years after the war, now he seemed like the same prat from Hogwarts. He never held any malice, but he was still a git. Picking little arguments with Ron or Harry when he saw them in her office, always commenting about her hair or her wardrobe, just going out of his way to sneer at people.

It was sad to say she was used to it by now.

He wasn't as easy to become amicable co workers with as Theo had been, but as a begrudgingly excellent potioneer—he was working on becoming a potions master—he was working with Hermione on the solutions with the wolfsbane potion. Sometimes she wanted to hex the ferret silly, but she found that she enjoyed Malfoy's presence. . . in moderation, of course. He was witty and smart, always engaging her into intellectual arguments.

She just believed he liked the sound of his own voice.

Working with her on such a project was good for him. He would be able to rebuild himself and his reputation, as well as his family name.

As far as her personal life went, well, she was content. After the war, she and Ron fumbled a bit after their rather hasty kiss in the Chamber of Secrets. They were sweet, to put it simply. Hermione wanted to take on the Ministry, and even the world, but Ron just wanted to settle down from all the exhaustion the war had brought, alongside his tiring job. They had dated for a year before finally breaking up. It was small smiles and awkward hugs, but their friendship meant more to them than bitter resentment of a relationship that simply wasn't meant to be.

He was now married Susan Bones and was expecting his second child. The pair was adorable and they had complimented each other so wonderfully well. Susan never had a problem with Hermione when she and Ron shared a hug that was far longer than friends would normally embrace. He kissed her forehead, and she leaned her head on his chest. In fact, Susan had cried because she was so happy that their friendship was strong and unyielding to whatever life had thrown their way.

Hermione cried at Harry and Ginny's massive wedding planned by Molly, as much as the pair hated the spotlight. She was just so ridiculously happy to see her friend, lost in the eyes of his lover, dancing like it was just the two of them. Harry was finally happy. Losing his parents, brought up by horrible people, thrown into a whole other world, fighting his entire life, defeating a madman, and now he was finally at ease. Finally away from war. Finally able to truly live.

They too, were expecting another child, much to Harry's panic and elation. He and Ginny moved into Godric's Hollow, into the cottage that his parents once lived. The home of the Ancient House of Black, left in Harry's name by Sirius, was remodeled and cleansed of all dark and cursed objects to become an orphanage for the Wizarding Britain.

Hermione Granger was single, taking on the Ministry just like she planned it. Of course she had a few one night stands, a date here and there, but she had always broke them off.

She was fine on her own.

It wasn't until not one, but two men made themselves dominate in Hermione's so called perfect life that she noticed it wasn't completely perfect after all.

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Her heels clicked against the floors in such a way that most of the Ministry knew just who was marching through the halls. Hermione was confident in her intelligence and when she was walking through the Ministry, she didn't want anyone to get in her way of her destination.

Not that anyone really intercepted her, with the exception of Harry, Ron, the Minister himself, her friends, her co workers. . . well, perhaps she would stop for anyone, but once they saw her walking in a determined gait, they always stepped aside.

In her arms, she carried multiple files and three ancient tomes. Usually she had no problem shrinking them and shoving them into her purse, but the books she held were to be handled lightly and with care; she was terrified that she would damage them. While she hugged them to her chest she had two cups floating behind her from the muggle coffee shop on the same street as her flat. She had charmed them not to spill and to keep them hot while she traveled to the Ministry.

Her hair was pulled into a french twist, but a few tendrils of hair escaped and bounced along with her strides. The witch nodded and smiled as others greeted her 'good morning Miss Granger!' before she passed her office door. She didn't bother to go inside to drop off her belongings and instead, she stopped at the door next to hers.

Adjusting her grip on her books, Hermione rasped her knuckles against the wood in a slight rhythmic beat to let the person on the other side know just who was there. Normally it was polite to wait until the other had granted her permission to enter, but instead, she didn't wait for any indication, as she knew he was always rather free at this time.

"Theo," she greeted as she stepped inside of the office before gently nudging the door with her foot to close it and glanced up at the handsome man sitting at the large desk in the room.

Theodore Nott peeked up at her over the rim of his glasses while bent over parchment with a muggle pen—her suggestion to try it out had been successful—poised in his hand. He graced her with a small twitch of his lips that never failed to brighten her smile before nodding to the seat in front of his desk. Though she barely needed the gesture as she was already sitting herself down, placing one of the to-go cups in front of him and gently placed the pile of work on his desk.

Never would she think that a pureblood would try something from a muggle coffee shop. It had started two years ago when Theo was in her office as they discussed over reports and she taken a sip of her coffee. The Slytherin chuckled and commented on her slight addiction and she mocked him and of course bated for him to try and reject to power of coffee. The next morning, she had brought a cup just for him for a week straight, always getting him something different each time so that he would find something he actually prefered. It turned out Theo liked sweet things.

But he only requested his muggle coffee on Mondays, as he claimed he was not an addict.

She took a sip of her own drink before shifted in her chair and waited patiently for the wizard to finish. After a moment of furrowed brows and furiously writing with the pen, his gaze shifted to her with his complete attention.

She couldn't help but to be captured by his eyes, as most of the women in the Ministry did, but she gave him a smile in greeting. He was her co worker, after all, and she considered him a friend.

"Good morning. I hope I am not interrupting," she said primly, as she did almost every time she found herself in his office. He was patient to listen to Hermione's rambling rants and he had a sharp mind to speak with her, engaging the witch to think outside of her 'righteous Gryffindor ways.' Her own head was usually swimming with absurdly too much information and certain outcomes and little details were Theo's specialty. She would like to think he didn't mind, as he had yet to kick her out of his office since they had both started working together five years ago.

His tanned face graced her with a content expression, which was the best she could get out of the taciturn man. "Good morning, Hermione," he gave her full attention, placing the pen down—he had a habit of twirling it around during meetings—and turned fully to her. His eyes caught the muggle coffee cup and he made this warm, rumbling sound that always made her shiver as he reached over and took the cup. "Thank you, as always."

Her eyes trailed over his slender fingers, over the Nott family ring, over his hand and lingered on his deliciously toned forearm that was exposed due to his crisp white sleeves of his button up shirt were rolled up.

Oh Merlin; she did not just think that!

She allowed herself a huff of a laugh at her less than appropriate thoughts while at work. If she must be honest with herself, she would admit Theodore Nott was an attractively fit man. Many of the women of the Ministry fell over their own feet to gain some sort of interaction with the ex-Death Eater.

It was a shame he was gay, but a witch could certainly admire.

Theo quirk a brow at her snicker, yet did not say a word.

The pair dove into their work. Theo spoke while Hermione furiously wrote notes, careful to not write in the ancient tomes like she usually did with her own books. During their research, she had moved closer to the man, scooting the chair to the other side so she was to Theo's right instead of directly in front of him. He too, had moved his chair so it he was at the edge of his chest, their heads bent forward to pour over their work.

Sometimes Hermione's mind lurched to a complete stop as she felt the heat of Theo's body in their close proximity. It seeped through her skin and traveled through her body, through her lungs, over her heart, and then up to her brain. It was like he made her stupid as her thoughts flatlined and solely focused on his heat. Never before she had to deal with issues such as this. Harry and Ron were both physically and emotionally closer to her and she didn't feel like some sort of brain dead bint attracted only to pretty men.

But then she exhaled through her nose and shook her head, trying to force her intelligent mind to restart.

Then there were some moments when Hermione was so absorbed in her work, Theo would stare at the wayward spiraling curls that bounced practically in front of his nose. Sometimes, he had to fight to urge to twirl it around his pen and watch it spring back once he released it.

After some time, the witch let out a large sigh, her back hitting the chair and she stretched in a cat-like manner to get the kinks out of her muscles from being hunched over a few hours. When she heard Theo chuckle, she opened her eyes and quirked an eyebrow at him.

"You have ink on your cheek again."

Of course she did. She rolled her eyes, huffing as she swiped at the offending cheek. Just when she was open her mouth to thank Theo, the door to his office burst opened without warning, nor knocking at all and spicy cologne filled the office. It wasn't at all suffocating, but her nose could pick up that scent anywhere and she groaned.

Draco Malfoy strode into the room and Hermione couldn't stop her huff of annoyance. She wasn't due to see him until the end of the week to check on his work with the potion. But being around Theo normally guaranteed seeing the ferret at least once more than that.

His steel colored eyes caught Theo's quickly and what looked to be a genuine smile graced his lips, making his pointy face look softer and a bit less intimidating. . . though she was never intimidated by the blonde prat.

But then Malfoy's eyes snapped to the girl, leaning on the corner of Theo's desk and sneered at her. "Granger," he greeted, before walking around the desk, stopping between the two and leaned himself against the small amount of desk between her and his boyfriend.

Her eyes narrowed and a frown pulled at her lips as she was practically faced with his arse. She tried not to snort of his dramatics and poked his behind with her pen.

"Honestly, Malfoy? Move your arse!"

The blonde glanced over his shoulder to peer down at the little witch. "Admit it Granger; you like my arse."

She scoffed. "I prefer Theo's, actually."

Nott laughed aloud, unable to keep his mirth in for too long. That usually happened when the Gryffindor and the Slytherin clashed together. Theo was comfortable around them both enough to let himself relax, his face showing more emotion and a blank mask, his lips slip out whatever was at the tip of his tongue. Besides, the banter between them was always entertaining to watch.

Malfoy made no point to move, except even closer into Hermione's space, which she had grumbled.

"I'm not above hexing you, prat."

Again, he ignored her and she sighed, scooting away a bit from the blonde. She folded her arms, waiting for him to do whatever it was that he barged in there to do.

"I hope you are free for lunch; if not, I am not above to dragging you out of your bloody office," Malfoy said to Theo.

Hermione didn't even know the time—nor did she know it was close to lunch hour. Her lips quirked into a frown as her mind flew over the things that she still needed to do before the end of her day.

Theo barely let out a snort as he began tidying up his desk, while Malfoy snatched up the pen to twirl it around—a habit he apparently gotten from Theo. Green eyes flickered up to her own and Theo gave her a slight apologetic smile.

"I hope you don't mind," he began speaking, because they both knew Draco would be dramatic and cause a scene for the whole Ministry to gossip about, but then the blonde ferret interrupted.

"If your little meeting is oh so important, I suppose Granger can come along as well," Malfoy sighed, all the while not really looking at her, nor was he speaking to her. Hermione had long gotten over his dramatics and git-like attitude towards her. None of it held the malice that it once had when they were children. He then turned to her and managed to sneer at her yet wink at the same time. She graced him with a roll of her eyes before lifting herself out of the chair.

"No need for your heartfelt invitation, Draco," she watched with satisfaction as his eyebrow twitched just slightly at the use of his given name. She then turned to Theo, who was watching the two of them with a strange look on his face—none that she could decipher. "Theo, I will catch you later, then."

"Salazar help him," Malfoy muttered but she chose to ignored him.

"Did you bring your lunch?" Theo asked her, ignoring Draco's banter. The witch shrugged, waving her hand idly.

"I will eat later," she murmured, her eyes staring at the reports she scooped back into her arms along with her coat and purse. So she missed how the brunette frowned at her afterthought of an answer, nor the pinch of his eyebrows he did when wasn't particularly happy. Nor did she see Draco watching Theo with a calm, thoughtful face. When she did finally pick her head back up, she fixed them—mostly Theo—a smile. "Enjoy your lunch you two." She spun back around, walking out the door and slightly tilted her head back to call over her shoulder. "And I hope you choke on your food, Draco!"

She heard Theo's chuckling chasing behind her as the door swung shut.

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Hermione finally made her way to her office for the first time that day. She unlocked the door with a wave of her hand and walked inside.

It was similar to Theo's, though a bit smaller and his was more embellished with more expensive items that she usually rolled her eyes at. He had a personal stationery set with his family's emblem stamp, thick, rich in color parchment along with vivid wax that cannot be used on anything else but this stationary set. She didn't know why he just didn't keep someone like that home, but of course, she imagined he had another.

Hermione used to have her own, shop bought stationary, muggle and wizarding alike, but now she had her very own personal set. It was a gift from Theodore last Christmas that was a beautiful collaboration of plum and navy with gold accents that she did not want to know if they were truly gold or not.

While his walls were bare, hers held pictures, some moving and some stilled of her friends and growing family: Ron's and Harry's family, her parents, the Weasley's and all their extension, and even little Teddy. On the odd occasion Draco was in her office, alongside Theo, he had pointed out that the two Slytherins were not on her wall, and he was offended that she did not see the pair as at least friends. She had scoffed and later that day, she had a small photo of the two of them in the corner of her office.

At least Malfoy was pleased.

She waved her hand, her coat floated over to the hooks along the wall and she flopped herself on her extremely comfortable office chair—Draco's Christmas present to her, even though it was forest green just to ruffle her feathers.

There was a soft tapping at the window behind her and the witch turned, smiling softly at the familiar owl. She reached over, unlatching the window to let him inside. The brown spotted scops owl flew to the stand on her desk made just for him and his large eyes turned to her, a letter clutched in his talons. Relieving him of his post, Hermione gave him a treat and suppress her giggle as she watched the bird's mustache-like feathers twitch as he munched on it. He was highly offended when she laughed at him and was not above nipping her.

Her body felt warmer, and her cheeks grew a little red as she turned her focused back onto the plain seal of the letter, knowing just who it was from. The last time she had seen him was two months ago. She was grinning stupidly as she broke the wax seal and unfolded the small note.

Hermione,

I will be in Britain for a few days. Can we meet for lunch next week?

Viktor

Her smile was small and and felt nearly giddy as she grabbed a pen from underneath piles of parchments to write back to her friend; her friend who she occasionally slept with while he was in town.

She and Viktor Krum were no strangers to the terms of friends with benefits. The two of them have been fooling around for the last three years. They had kept in touch after the war, which both were relieved to find the other alive after being surrounded by death. While the letters passed back and forth a few months at a time, nothing regularly, they didn't start their dynamic until she ran into him with Ginny at her Harpies game. When Ginny went off to face off against the other team, she was left with Viktor to watch her fly around on her broom, they had mutually somehow agreed to their current situation.

She swore to Ginny time and time again that the two of them were not dating. And at first, her best friend accepted that fact. But now that she was the only friend that wasn't married, or at least seeing someone, Ginny's concern grew.

Of course, Hermione played it off. She was perfectly fine.

Right?

When Viktor came to Britain, he and Hermione would hook up in her flat, mostly for the comfortable companionship. Viktor was fit, and he didn't stop watching her when they were in the same room together. It was obvious his affections were there, but she had said that their flings could only be just that. And the quidditch player agreed, especially that he was in his prime of the game and brought his team to victory quite a few times.

And his large, callused hands would roam her skin as he sweetly made love to her.

Hermione was always excited when Viktor came to town, especially since she would spend some personal time with him.

To hell with it; the shagging was great.

Shaking her head to clear her thoughts, scribbling down a hypothetical day and time, she signed the letter with her normal stamp from the Ministry. She folded the paper and sealed it with her wand before handing to the owl's waiting talons.

"See you later, Boris," Hermione called out as the owl flew from her window, soaring off into the air.

With her heart light and her body humming in sexual excitement, the witch forced herself back into her work.

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When she came back after the lunch hour—where she certainly did not eat—she marched back over to Theo's office and opened the door. She found no need to knock.

But apparently she should have.

Her foot was already through the door before she actually took a look inside of the office. The tingling of magic ghosted over her skin as she walked through the muffliato charm and the sudden onslaught of sounds hit her as the door softly clicked shut behind her.

Specifically the sounds of Draco Malfoy moaning Theodore Nott's name and the distinct slap of flesh meeting together.

Her eyes blew wide and her mouth popped open with a disgruntled squeak. Theo—Theodore Nott—had his shirt unbutton and his glorious chest displayed with the slightest sheen of sweat highlighting his muscles that rippled as he thrusted into. . .

Her eyes slowly trailed down to where Theo's pants should have been buttoned up, but instead she was greeted with the sight of the little trail of hair that her eyes couldn't help to follow down into. . .

Draco. . . she should not have been staring. Having an appreciation for Theo and his alluring body was enough. . . but Draco was on his back and stretched across the dark wood of the desk. It contrasted perfectly against his pale skin—

—that was entirely on display. He was stark arse naked. She could see everything.

Heat crawled across her skin and her mouth suddenly felt dry.

His chest was hairless and his pink taunt nipples stood out against his skin. Her eyes flickered over the slight, round, redden marks that looked smarted. Bite marks.

She shivered. Dear Merlin!

Hermione wanted to stop herself from staring. She wanted to rip her eyes away from the provocative scene before her and hide in her office. . . or perhaps go home to deal with the sudden wave of desire that flooded through her body, tingling all the way down to the pit of her stomach.

She wanted to trace the trial of Draco's bite marks with her tongue.

She wanted to. . .

What did she want to do?

Her eyes followed the path of the marks, mapping a route to only one destination. . .

There was a particular bruised looking bite right above the dusting of pale hair at Draco's groin that Hermione could see the individual indentations of Theo's teeth. Holy Merlin! She should have not let her eyes wander, but of course she now stared at his cock which looked painfully strained, fully erect, and bobbed with Theo's thrusts—he was still going?

Had they not heard her come in? Her head felt suddenly light.

But even with this newfound information that she could escape with her dignity intact, her feet didn't move a single inch.

Her attention snapped to Draco's face at a particular sound that just made her look. His cheeks were flushed pink in lust. His lips were apart, his breath rushing between them. And his eyes—his eyes were open and locked onto her.

Heat flooded to her cheeks and down her neck and the prat actually smirked.

Her eyes flew to Theo and he too, was watching her. . .

All while still thrusting.

Holy. Fucking. Merlin.

She wanted nothing more than to spontaneously combust right then and there.

"Want to join us, Granger?" Draco's voice was raspy and thick with arousal and yet it was still snarky as his lips pulled into a shite eating grin.

When she fled out of Theo's office for the second time, it was Draco's chuckle that chased her.

Author's Note: If you made it all the way to the end, let me know what you think so far! :)