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Author's note: The following are all prompts that I have received on either LiveJournal or Facebook for Christmas. They are unrelated, and mostly feature different ships. The prompts will be listed at the top.

I hope you enjoy them!

Read on, oh faithful ones...

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For Julie

Fandom: Harry Potter

Ship: Ginny/Blaise/Draco

Rating: M

Request: Christmas time of year. Ginny is trying to convince them to try drinking Eggnog. But they have better things in mind to do. Pure smut.

Anything else needed: Trio Bashing please. Molly bashing too if possible.

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"It's got raw eggs, Ginevra. I refuse to willingly drink something that could kill me," Draco drawled.

"I don't see how it's going to kill you," Ginny said, holding the goblet out again. "Just try it; I even put your favourite Firewhisky in it!"

"You wasted my favourite Firewhisky on that disgusting tripe?"

"Oh, calm down, Draco. It's not like you can't buy more. Besides, it might improve the taste. Why don't you try it?" Blaise said, grinning at him.

Draco scoffed at him, glowering. "After you then, Blaise."

"Not bloody likely," Blaise scoffed.

Ginny rolled her eyes and sipped at the eggnog herself. It wasn't the worst thing she'd ever drunk (Polyjuice Potion with bubbling bits in it came to mind), but she could understand why her boyfriends didn't want to try it either. The Firewhisky didn't help the taste one bit, but Ginny wasn't going to admit that, so she lowered the goblet and smiled at them brightly as if it tasted like Heaven itself. Her boyfriends were both watching her as if they thought she'd keel over dead any moment.

"Delicious. And I'm not dead, see?" she added, splaying her arms.

Blaise and Draco glanced at each other for less than a second, agreeing on a plan silently. They were upon her in the breath, their arms winding around her body and their mouths descending on her skin, their hot kisses warming her cool body easily. Blaise's lips curved into a grin as he pulled the goblet out of her grasp, not wanting to be covered in eggnog anymore than he wanted to drink the vile stuff, and threw the bloody drink, goblet and all, straight into the fireplace. The Firewhisky in the drink made the flames explode with a rush of heat, but as nothing caught fire (a special charm was on the fireplace to stop something like that from happening), they didn't seem to care. Draco unbuttoned Ginny's shirt, his fingers playing against her skin as they trailed up to her semi-exposed breasts. Blaise kissed her mouth, drawing out little moans and gasps as his tongue slid against and between her lips gently, his hands squeezing her hips in sync with his tongue.

"Oh my god!"

The shrill exclamation could only come from one person, and Draco and Blaise pulled away from Ginny reluctantly, both shielding her from the newcomers (for where one roamed, the other two were never far behind) as they re-buttoned her shirt reluctantly. Two Glamour spells were performed silently, Ginny looking between them with an apologetic look.

"You don't have a thing to be sorry about, love," Blaise assured her, kissing her lips briefly.

"Not a damn thing, so chin up," Draco added, cupping her chin to give her a more luxurious kiss. "Now, let's see how long it takes to get rid of these bastards, and then we'll continue."

"Any bets?" Blaise asked with a snicker.

"Four minutes," Ginny said, a grin flitting across her face.

"That's ambitious; last year was eight," Draco murmured. "I'll go seven."

"Five," Blaise said, and with their bets placed, they all turned around to face the Golden Trio.

"Ginny made eggnog, why don't you three try it?" Draco offered far too pleasantly.

He was hoping that it killed them, she was sure of it.

"It's the recipe Mum gave me; Never-Fail Eggnog," Ginny added when the other three looked uncertain about the drink's contents - she was renown for terrible cooking, despite her best efforts.

Ron, Harry, and Hermione all perked up at that, taking a goblet each and drinking more than they should have on their first try. The Firewhisky content was a bit stronger than it should have been (Ginny might've accidentally poured more than she intended to use when Blaise came upon her in the kitchen suddenly, scaring the shit out of her), and they started coughing miserably as the Firewhisky burned their throats.

"Geez, Ginny, are you sure this is Mum's recipe?" Ron asked, his face turning an unsightly splotchy red colour.

"Of course I am; Errol delivered it," she replied, not bothering to mention that the recipe didn't include alcohol.

Harry set his goblet aside, moving away as if he could pretend that he'd simply forgotten to finish the concoction. Hermione sipped at the drink now, having learnt her lesson. Ron, on the other hand, determined that drinking the rest of his goblet in one shot would somehow lessen the awful taste.

"You're not going to drink any more, Harry?" Ginny asked with wide eyes, hiding her grin as he blushed red and took the goblet up again reluctantly.

"Molly's mentioned that you're not coming to the Burrow tomorrow for Christmas lunch. So, what are you three planning on doing for Christmas?" Hermione asked, trying to offer a smile despite her still-burning throat.

"Have sex," Blaise and Draco said immediately.

Harry choked on his drink while Ron just seemed to choke on the air itself.

"In fact, we'd be having sex already if it weren't for this obligatory pre-Christmas meeting," Draco added sourly.

Ginny couldn't really deny that so she decided to just keep quiet. Her brother turning various shades of red and purple was entertaining enough for the moment. Neither Harry nor Hermione seemed to realise that Ron was coming close to asphyxiating himself, and Ginny reluctantly hit him with a Calming Charm. He drew in a deep breath somewhat gratefully, but that didn't lessen the anger he directed towards her.

"In fact, if you'd be so kind as to leave us to what you've already so rudely interrupted, I think we can all agree to put this obligatory meeting down as a smashing success, inform Molly that we won't need to see each other until the new year, at least, and no one has to get hexed. Don't you agree?" Blaise said, looking between the Golden Trio slowly.

"Or we could prolong this whole ordeal for another hour, if you'd prefer. Do you remember what happened the last time you challenged us to a wizard's duel?" Draco added with a smirk.

Harry's jaw tightened at the memory, rubbing at his arm where a particularly nasty hex had landed last year. Hermione looked apprehensive, and Ron even seemed wary of staying any longer.

"Agreed," Hermione said suddenly, obviously surprising her two friends.

She didn't bother with any further niceties, but instead turned and left, taking both Harry and Ron's hands and all but pulling them out of the room with her.

"Have a merry Christmas!" Ginny called after them sweetly, laughing as Draco and Blaise pulled her between them once more.

"We'll undress you slowly and spoil you silly tomorrow, love, but tonight, we just want to fuck you senseless," Draco breathed heavily against her neck, pressing light kisses to her skin.

"Oh, yes please," she murmured, resting her head back against Draco's shoulder so he had better access to her.

"Thank all the gods," Blaise murmured, a spell removing their clothing without another word of warning.

Draco's lips pressed to her neck, and Blaise's hands slid down her sides. She shivered at his touch, grinning as she whispered naughty things in Draco's ear. Ginny laughed as Draco gave a growl, pressing his body against hers so she could feel his hard length. Blaise's hand slipped between her legs, and her laugh turned into a moan. She kissed him, rising on her tiptoes, knowing that they would both hold her easily. Blaise's free hand held her hip while his other continued to stroke her, his thumb rubbing against her clit gently. Her kiss became more heated with each passing second, her lips and teeth and tongue working to bring him to the edge. Draco started caressing her breasts, his fingers light on her skin as he brushed under her breasts and trailed down her ribs before repeating the action. Ginny groaned into Blaise's mouth, feeling his lips curve into a smile against hers, and Draco bit the curve of her shoulder, his palms moving against her hardened nipples. They'd promised to fuck her, but they were taking their sweet time about it, and she needed to be fucked now. She made a small noise of frustration before her hand slid down Blaise's chest, lower, and lower, until she held his cock. Ginny stroked him firmly, smirking when Blaise pulled away to breathe deeply, a shudder racking through his body.

"Fuck, Gin," he groaned, resting his forehead against hers.

Draco snickered against her throat, moving slightly to whisper in his ear. "Let's tease Blaise, shall we, love?"

"Oh, fuck yes," Ginny moaned.

She felt him grin against her skin again, then Draco moved so he was positioned directly behind Blaise. They both worked at him until Blaise was a quivering heap between them, his body on fire, his cock hard as a fucking rock, and if he didn't get fucked or get to fuck them in the next minute, he was going to kill them both for teasing him like this. Over Blaise's shoulder, Ginny met Draco's gaze and grinned, standing up tall so she could kiss him over their lover's shoulder. Their bodies pressed up against Blaise's in all kinds of wicked ways, and at the same moment, they slid in and around Blaise, making him cry out in pleasure.

"Fuckfuckfuck," Blaise hissed, rocking his hips into Ginny and then against Draco. "We... we were meant ... to tease you, Gin."

"I like this idea better," she replied, watching as his eyes darkened in pure lust and he thrust up into her again.

Draco leaned forward, pressing a kiss just below Blaise's ear before taking his lobe between his teeth, nipping at him gently. Blaise shuddered, his eyes closing as he tried to keep some semblance of control. Then Ginny squeezed around him, and fuck control. He lifted Ginny up so she was eye level to him, his hands tight on her hips as he slid her down onto his cock firmly, watching her expressions. Draco swore softly behind him, the hiss low and warm in his ear, and he could feel his lover throb inside him. They might think to tease Blaise, but he always gave as good as he got. He smirked and continued teasing them as they teased him, and they soon fell into a rhythm of hands, fingers, lips, mouths, teeth, limbs, and bodies.

"Fuckfuckharderohgodspleasefuckharder," Ginny's mantra rang in his ears as she began to clench around him tightly.

She orgasmed hard a moment later, her fingers scratching his chest as she screamed out her release, their names on her lips. Blaise followed her with a groan of desire, his ears still ringing with her scream, and then Draco was fuckBlaisefuckfucking in his ear, his own release following a second later. Ginny had curled herself around Blaise's body, and started to stroke Draco's hair as he pressed worn kisses to her lips.

"Bed, before you fall asleep on me," Blaise murmured, his hands trailing down Ginny's spine to grasp her buttocks and thighs.

"Only if you carry me there," Ginny replied, grinning against the curve of his shoulder.

Blaise turned with her in his embrace, nudging and kissing Draco back until he fell onto their bed. He pulled out of Ginny gently before placing her on the mattress next to Draco and crawling up beside her. Draco did a quick Cleaning Charm on the three of them before pulling their thick blanket up over their naked bodies. He and Blaise wrapped themselves around Ginny, who simply muttered about not being a body pillow like she always did, but didn't try to move them. She had done that once, and ended up pulling them back over her before she could fall asleep.

"You've made New Year's Eve plans with your mothers, right?" Ginny asked with a yawn.

"Yes, love. Christmas until New Year's, we've got you to ourselves," Draco said, kissing her cheek.

"Good; have you turned the fireplace off? I know my mother's going to firecall at a gods' awful hour tomorrow morning otherwise."

"Shit," Blaise muttered. "We'll set it to silent."

"That never works," Ginny muttered, but was already falling asleep and couldn't bring herself to do anything about it now.

Draco and Blaise both kissed her as she drifted off to sleep, kissing each other luxuriously before they too fell asleep on either side of her.

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Ginny was woken at 5am by a worried house elf.

"Wrimy is sorry, Miss, but Miss' mother is calling. She is calling too many times and won't stop," the poor creature said, pulling on his ears.

"All right, I'll get up. Good gods', don't let Draco or Blaise wake up at this time," she muttered, sliding out from between them and taking the robe Wrimy handed her.

Ginny went downstairs to see her mother's face in the flames.

"Oh, Ginny, thank goodness. Harry, Ron and Hermione are all sick. They said it was the eggnog you made; are you sure you followed my recipe correctly? Are you all right? You're looking a little flushed there, dear. Maybe you should come to the Burrow so I can look after you."

"I'm fine, Mum. I was just shagging my boyfriends, so if you don't mind, I'd really like to get back to them," Ginny said with a sweet smile.

Molly opened and closed her mouth a few times, looking stunned. "Oh. Uh, oh... Oh, dear."

"Merry Christmas, Mum," Ginny called, shutting the fireplace grate on her before she could think of a response. "Wrimy, set all of the fireplaces to block incoming firecalls, and make sure that any owls not deemed important are left until the new year. That includes any late Christmas cards. If I receive a Howler, chuck the damn thing in the kitchen furnace - but after you've finished cooking."

Wrimy nodded firmly, thanking her before disappearing to set all of the Manor fireplaces as she'd instructed. Ginny went back upstairs, removed her robe, and climbed straight back into bed with her boyfriends, intent on sleeping until midday. To everyone else, it was Christmas Day, but to her it was just another day that she could spend with her lovers, and - even if they were acting like prats or she was being stubborn - that made every day feel like it was Christmas.

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End of prompt.

Thank you for reading, I hope you liked it!

Thanks to Julie for the prompt!

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