Cherry Wine

“You have ink on your cheek, love,” Tom murmured, crouching beside Hermione. He cast a wandless spell, the ink fading from her skin. Her eyes fluttered open, softening as she saw who was near her. “Tom,” she whispered, before closing her eyes again.

"I'll take her to my room," Tom said, slowly gathering her into his arms. Her head rested against his shoulder, her dark curls cascading down her back. Draco moved to his feet and unbuckled the Mary Jane's from her feet.

Hermione often spent her nights divided between the two; only sleeping in her own, private room when ill. Though when she’d come down with a nasty case of the cat flu, Draco had curled beside her, and read silly, muggle-born romances to her, that she would never admit to liking, while Tom brewed potions for her using Slughorn's lab. She was their witch, the only one that Tom or Draco would ever share.

Maybe, she was always meant to be theirs.

Canon AU | The Golden Trio never existed, in its stead are three, pining Slytherins.