#hptriads

@hptriadsnet and @marauderseranetwork​ are proud to present a joined event!

During the month of May both nets will host the Poly Marauders Event and we encourage everyone to participate!

This event is public and open to everyone in and outside the nets

The theme is Poly Marauders, so any polyamourous ship from the Marauders Era is accepted

All types of content are welcome, including drabbles, edits, moodboards, fanart, etc.

Content for this event will be reblogged to both nets

Tag us! You can tag one or both nets - we track  #marauderseranetwork and #hptriadsnet

Have fun and get creative ;)

We hope you choose to participate in this event and we can’t wait to see your wonderful creations!

see why would you do this to me anon - I SPECIFICALLY SAID DON’T LET ME WRITE IT AND NOW HERE WE ARE and you deserve to pass out ok goodnight

Hermione couldn’t help but stare, her eyebrows almost reaching her hairline, at the three other unfortunate souls she was stuck with. They were blubbering and sweating and praying that they would be saved. That they would be rescued from the waiting room of purgatory and granted salvation.

“I don’t deserve this!” One of them protested. From the sin tag that had appeared on his shirt as soon as he’d aterialized in the waiting room alongside Hermione, she could tell that he very much did deserve it. Rapist that he was.

Then there was the murderer. He didn’t look scared at all, his face a mask of impassiveness. But Hermione could tell in the way that he flinched everytime another of them moved, that he was actually terrified of his eternal punishment.

Hermione hadn’t been too impressed when she’d seen the words gluttonous thief on another’s sin tag. But then she’d heard his story and well -

He definitely deserved his spot in hell. He seemed to know it too, even as he paced the floor and prayed for his remaingn family. That they wouldn’t become like him. That they would find salvation.

Hermione hadn’t spared one thought for the mortals she’d left behind.

She didn’t think they’d spare her much thought either.

Not now that they knew the truth about her.

Hermione looked up when she saw another soul enter the waiting room and smirked when she saw that the new persons, a woman, sin tag matched her own.

Fornicator

She dipped her head in greeting and watched with wry amusement as the three male occupants of the room pressed themselves against the wall as the new occupant made her way towards Hermione.

“Daphne,” she greeted, offering Hermione her hand. Hermione took it and stood.

“Hermione.” She jerked her head in the direction of Daphne’s sin tag. “Nice to see I’m not alone in my devious ways.”

Daphne smirked and curled her arm through Hermione’s proffered one as the room around them began to shift and warp and change until it was no longer a dull white waiting room and there were no more walls - no more places to hide.

Instead they stood on a barren rock. Lava and fire and scorching heat surrounded them and Hermione, for the first time since her death, swallowed nervously as she looked around, her hand clasping Daphne’s now equally sweaty one. She took a breath and almost squealed with delight when her eyes caught sight of the massive black gates only one hundred yards away.

There, bantering and laughing stood four demons, men. Two of them she recognised and she felt her heart and stomach flutter as she remembered the last time she’d seen them. When she’d been spread between them, ouring her heart and soul into them as they’d made her their own and helped her earn the sin that had sent her right back to them.

She hadn’t realised Daphne had slipped from her grasp until she was throwing her arms around one of the men she didn’t recognise. He lifted her from the ground and slammed her into the pillar behind him, immediately duckinghis head down and tearing her dress with his teeth so that he could suck one rosy nipple into his mouth.

Hermione bit her lip and flicked her gaze back to her own men, both of whom were watching her with equally amused expressions. She began to move towards them and had only stepped two feet when one of her companions, the rapist, snagged her by the wrist. “Are you out of your mind?” He hissed.

Draco was pinning him to the ground in an instant whilst Tom’s dark tendrils of magic wrapped around the rmeaining two sinners and held them in place so Hermione could resume her walk towards the gates unhindered.

“Hello Pincess,” he smirked when she finally stood before him. He pulled her bottom lip from between her teeth with his thumb and pressed his lips against hers. “I’ve - we’ve missed you,” he murmured.

“So very much,” Draco murmured against the column of her throat as he came up behind her. Hermione shivered between them.

“I’ll just deal with these three then shall I?” The fourth man, Blaise, Hermione would later come to learn, interrupted, sighing dramatically as he swept past his friends and advanced upon the new souls.

“let’s get you inside,” Tom groaned, gripping her hips and pulling her into him. “We’re not as uncouth as to have you again out here in public.”

“I heard that,” Daphne’s companion shouted from between her legs.

i. Soulmates and Life Magic

When a wizard/witch has become of the age 16 years, life magic will assign a soulmate for them based on their personal characteristics, physical traits, mindset and thought processing, and compatibility. Gender and sexuality, religion and belief are not important when life magic is in play. Some examples of life magic's course overriding sexuality and personal belief are in the case of Albus Dumbledore and Gellert Grindelwald, suspected soulmates.

Your own "signature mark" will be on your heart, while your soulmate's marks will most likely be on your hands or in your forearm areas. The mark on your heart will match your the mark on your soulmate's hand.

In the extremely rare case where there are more than one soulmate assigned to a wizard/witch, they are extremely lucky, and should appreciate the situation accordingly. The most famous case of this are of the Hogwarts founders themselves. Godric Gryffindor, Salazar Slytherin, Rowena Ravenclaw, and Helga Hufflepuff were soulmates, and with such powerful magic bound together, were able to found one of the most prominent wizarding schools in Europe.

Percy Weasley relied on knowledge. He thrived on it. The power of knowledge exhilarated him in ways that some people would never understand. Oliver never understood, anyways. He got his adrenaline rush on the Quidditch pitch, battling against Marcus Flint.

If there was ever a day Percy hated knowledge, just wished he was dumber than the thickest rock, it was his sixteenth birthday.

"Happy Birthday!" Somebody singsonged outside his curtain. Urgh. It was a rather cheery voice for the morning. "16 is a big one! Thank god mine's over. Here, take these to cover up your marks." He felt something get tossed onto his bed. Probably bandages.

Percy jolted up in his bed. Sixteen. Soulmarks. Wrists.

He looked at his right wrist. Huh. An intricate shimmering gold broomstick, with leaves of some sort growing on it. So his soulmate played Quidditch? Liked plants? Probably a Hufflepuff, then.

Percy's jaw dropped. He glanced over his left wrist, and there was a mark on his left wrist. And his right wrist! Both wrists!

His left wrist had an detailed dark red ball with some sort of sharp stone or knife stuck in it.

He had two soulmates. Two athlete soulmates. Double fucking ugh.

Me and @akashikadoesthings did a thing

a bad bad bad wonderful thing but still

Six young people indulge in a night of passion that helps them understand the difference between love and lust. The aftermath is jarring though and when reality crashes back down they all hope that their relationships can still be salvaged.

Hermione wasn’t a jealous person. She wasn’t.

She was in a very committed and serious relationship with two men who enjoyed going down on each other as much as they enjoyed going down on her and she was completely fine with it. It made her happy to see her two boys so engrossed in each other because she knew their love for each other didn’t eclipse the love they felt for her. And they were both happy for her too, she knew they were. There was never any tantrums between them when the other wanted to take her out alone or have a night just the two of them. They made it work and it worked oh so well, especially when she was on the receiving end of both their affections.

So no, she wasn’t a jealous person.

But if her best friend didn’t remove his arm from around Draco’s shoulder, or his head from the crook of his neck within the next three seconds she was sure she was going to kill him. That’s not even to mention what she thought Theo might do.