Disclaimer: If you really think that JK Rowling wrote this, you have got some problems.

"Blaise?" Hermione asked quickly, her heart pounding. She had walked into their common room only to find it pitch black and instantly fear swelled in her gut. Was he all right?

"Hermione, would you like to try something new tonight?" her boyfriend asked seductively in her ear and she jumped in surprise, already feeling a warm glow of anticipation spread over her.

"Yes, but why are-"

"Shhh." he breathed, the air fanning across her cheek. She felt his arms come up towards her face and frowned when he tied something over her eyes.

"Blaise..." she began nervously. Hermione was more than willing to try new things in bed but just what exactly was he planning?

"Please, I've had this fantasy for so long. Just do this for me, I promise you'll love it. Every time I think of it I get so unbelievably hard." As if to prove his point he pressed his arousal against her stomach. She arched towards it but he backed away with a laugh.

The lights turned on and all she could see was white. Suddenly she felt exposed and she looked around, wondering where he went. Gentle hands came from behind and slowly stripped her of her clothing and she wondered if she should cover herself. No, then he might strap her to the bed like he sometimes did. She shivered when she thought of all the different ways he used her body.

Hermione was pulled over and a hand was pressing on her shoulder. She kneeled, a smile curving along her lips. So this was his fantasy? She grinned; this was nothing new. Maybe he just liked blindfolds. Her lips parted invitingly and she waited for him to guide her head towards his erection. When he finally did, fingers twining in her hair, she took it in her mouth greedily.

Warning bells should have gone off in Hermione's head. He tasted different and the curls brushing against her cheek were soft instead of their usually coarseness. Still, she sucked him hard, forcing more juices to leak out of his tip. They were so good. Her head bobbed back and forth and she must've been out of practice because she wasn't fitting as much as she usually could. Her hands came up and began to play with his balls and she squirmed, feeling the wetness begin to drip between her legs. He had been right; she was loving this.

His breathing was coming erratically and she was surprised he wasn't talking like he normally did, calling her sweet, dirty names that made her even hotter. He was close and she knew it and her speed and pressure increased, willing him mentally to release.

"Oh fuck, I'm going to cum."

Hermione tried to rip her mouth away but there was suddenly someone behind her holding her in place, forcing her to either swallow or choke. She swallowed out of reflex, her mind racing. That wasn't Blaise's voice. Oh shit oh god oh FUCK she hadn't been blowing her boyfriend!

"Suck him clean."

Blaise? He was the one holding her there, making her do this. Suddenly she understood what was happening; this was all his idea. He had wanted her to do this. This was what got him so hard. She leaned forward and swirled her tongue around the deflating head of the stranger's cock, capturing every drop she could. Who was she to ruin his fantasy?

"Do you want more?" Blaise asked and she nodded vigorously. "Do you want to see who you're going to be fucking?" she nodded again. He pinched her arse cheek and she squeaked, "You'll just have to wait."

Hermione was lifted to her feet and pushed against the edge of the bed, legs outspread. The idea of someone else watching her was both terrifying and arousing. She was completely and entirely at their mercy and it sent an unexpected fire blazing down to her groin. Who was it? She hadn't had enough time to recognize his voice, but she'd find out soon enough.

A tongue licked the length of her slit and she cried out in shock and pleasure. Another mouth latched onto her nipple and she groaned loudly at the sensations attacking her. The mouths rolled and played and licked and dipped inside of her until she was a sweating, panting, writhing mess. Every time she got close to coming the tongue between her legs would pull away and lightly flick against her clit, driving her insane. She reached blindly for something, anything more, anything to fill her. This was too much. She couldn't handle it.

"No!" she said before she could stop herself as the mouths left her. She blushed furiously, the redness only spreading as a hand patted her pussy affectionately.

"Don't worry, my naughty little witch, it's not over yet."

An instant later she was on her hands and knees on the mattress, a demeaning pose that made her worry about what was about to happen. Hands grabbed her head and guided it forward until her cheek bumped against something. Blaise's cock. With a wicked grin she began to play with it, getting revenge for his earlier torture.

Something wet slid against her arsehole and she stopped, a dawning realization taking over her. A finger pushed its way inside and she wiggled at the intrusion before relaxing. It didn't hurt but it wasn't the most pleasant sensation either, and she nearly choked when a second finger worked its way in there, pumping and stretching her hole for a third. She continued sucking but wasn't able to concentrate and her teeth accidentally scraped against Blaise.

"Are you ready for this?" he asked quietly, kissing her eyelids over the blindfold. Like she had before, she nodded. "I'll be the one doing it."

That was a reassurance in two ways. One, he was her boyfriend and she trusted him with this, and two, he had the smaller penis. She allowed herself to be shifted this way and that until she was kneeling, sandwiched between two strong bodies. Her pulse picked up when she heard Blaise whisper a lubricating spell and an anti-pregnancy spell. She was so lost in sensations she would've completely forgotten.

A cock brushed against her folds and she didn't hesitate before slamming herself down on it, provoking a gasp from its owner. She grinned but it faded when someone pinched her nipples. She began to rock back and forth, knowing Blaise was going to wait before entering her.

"More." she moaned heatedly, needing him. Her body protested when he began to enter her, stretching and filling her. They shifted positions until the man in front was sitting up with her legs wrapped around his waist, Blaise still behind her, fully sheathed but unmoving. It was such an uncomfortable and foreign feeling, she wasn't sure if she was going to enjoy this like she thought she would.

They began to thrust slowly and she saw stars. When one went in the other went out, never allowing her a moment to breathe or collect herself. She was filled completely and being assaulted by their cocks as the man in front bent down and began to suck on her nipple. She arched towards him, making small keening noises and clawing desperately at his back to relieve some of the pressure she was feeling. Everything was happening at once and she knew she wouldn't last much longer. Her thoughts had been wrong earlier; this was everything she'd imagined and then more. It was physically and mentally stimulating at the same time, and when she tried to imagine the scene before her, it only made her wetter.

Fabric slipped against her cheek and she blinked to see only a mass of shining blonde beneath her chin. She gasped and jerked, only increasing their pace, and did her best to wriggle away. Blaise laughed, causing the head to look up from its work on her breast. Gray eyes met brown and she gaped at him in shock.

She had sucked Draco Malfoy's cock. She had impaled herself on Draco Malfoy. She had moaned for Draco Malfoy. Oh god, this couldn't be happening. How had Blaise-? An angry tongue crashed into her mouth and she responded eagerly against her own will. It went in time with their body, not so much kissing her as fucking her orally, and she accepted him enthusiastically. Maybe Draco Malfoy wasn't so bad after all.

The idea of being fucked simultaneously by the two Slytherins, once her rivals, got her so excited that, as Blaise reached over and began to rub her clit hard, her walls clenched and she came harder than she ever had before, throwing her head back and feeling them both spill into her at the same time. She collapsed against them, burying her face in Draco's collar, unable to remember her own name and why she hated him.

Hermione woke up to see Draco and Blaise whispering to each other, making small gestures with their hands. She sat up and winced at the stiffness of her body and their gazes snapped to her,

"Hermione," Blaise began cautiously, "I'm sorry for not telling you beforehand. I didn't think you'd agree..."

She glanced at them both and then remembered everything that happened. Was she angry? Her eyes met Draco's and he was watching her curiously, waiting to see her reaction. There was none of the hate in them she was so used to seeing.

"Well," she started teasingly before smiling, "Next time I choose who wears the blindfold."