Alright, so I'm starting something new here. This is basically going to be lemons with a dash of plot sprinkled in here and there...but mainly lemons. The chapter length will vary, because instead of letting things sit for weeks when I don't feel like writing, I'm just going to post whatever I have at the time. This is my no pressure story, just for fun, and I doubt it's going to be very long. Dramionaise.

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I'm so screwed, thought Hermione, back pressed against the cool stone of the hidden alcove she'd ducked behind only moments ago. Her heart was thundering in her ears and she was trying to keep her breathing quiet.

She knew they were looking for her.

Of course they were looking for her after what had happened. Even though she knew she shouldn't have been in the library after curfew, she really hadn't thought about it. The incident had happened weeks ago, and she'd assumed that the two Slytherin men would just...give up. She'd really thought they'd given up.

That was certainly not the case.

"Do you think the little lion will play?"

Hermione's stomach clenched at the deep rumble of Draco Malfoy's voice, his shoes - and that of his companion - echoing against the stone floor a little further down the hall from where she hid.

"Of course. Why wouldn't she?" asked Blaise Zabini, popping his head behind a tapestry to check an alcove - empty.

Draco snorted, walking ahead of the Italian as he said, "I think there's no way in hell she's even going to listen to our proposition."

"Why?"

"Hot as she is, she's entirely too...modest," he said, choosing his words carefully, "To indulge in two Slytherin's depraved fantasies."

Hermione wasn't incredibly surprised by their conversation - she knew what they wanted - and Draco was right, she would not let them ask her. It was just so...so...naughty, and though she considered herself rather comfortable in her sexuality, that did not mean the two men she was currently hiding from weren't wholly unnerving. Hermione had no doubt they had a very real chance of convincing her, if given the chance - so here she was, in the alcove.

"It's not like they're just fantasies." corrected Blaise, "You've been pining after the witch since what, third year?"

Draco groaned, "Don't remind me."

The Italian laughed as he joined his best friend, only feet away from the alcove she was hiding in.

Hermione was completely caught off guard. She had no idea that Draco had fancied her for so long. Though none of that explained Blaise's part in this entire ordeal.

It doesn't matter, she chided herself, I'm not indulging in this anyway.

"You just need to talk to her. She literally saw us going at it, what would you think?"

The hiding witch felt her cheeks heat at the rather arousing memory of the two men tangled in each other. She'd had no idea that the two were seeing each other - or whatever they were calling it - so she figured that the two were just teasing her with their advances. Poking fun at her rather shy nature.

She'd been so embarrassed and had apologized profusely when it happened, but little did she know that they hadn't minded in the slightest.

The blonde ran a hair through his hair, leaning against the wall directly next to the tapestry concealing Hermione as he said, "I don't know how to talk to her, Blaise. Every time I try to act civil I muck it up."

"Yeah, you do have a habit of putting your foot in your mouth."

Draco narrowed his eyes and said, "That's not helpful."

"Oh don't pout." chuckled Blaise, pushing a stray strand of blonde hair from Draco's face, "Just be honest. You think she's so modest, but I'm betting she was drenched after seeing us."

Hermione heard Draco's answering groan, her thighs clenching involuntarily at the sexy sound - and at how right Blaise was about his assumption. She'd immediately gone back to her dorms and teased her clit to the images racing through her mind and come all over her fingers.

"Is the thought of the little witch touching herself to us making you hard?" murmured Blaise, his lips grazing the blonde's neck as one of his hands went to his noticeably hard cock trapped within the confines of his school slacks.

Draco groaned, tipping his head back against the cold, hard stone wall, "I want to be touching her, Blaise."

Blaise laughed, "Oh? And what about me, love?"

He was stroking Draco's cock over his pants, capturing his lips in a kiss before waiting for his answer.

This cannot be happening again, thought Hermione, eyes shut as she listened to the deliciously naughty conversation happening mere feet from her - about her.

She could hear them kissing and wished she could peek - but she didn't dare.

"You know I want both of you."

Blaise grunted softly, pressing kisses to Draco's neck as he mumbled, "I want to watch you fuck her."

"You want to fuck her." he retorted, yanking the Italian closer by his belt loop and feeling his erection pressing against his own.

Suddenly the two heard a soft gasp from the alcove next to them.

I'm so fucked, Hermione cursed to herself. Their admission had shocked her and she'd forgotten she wasn't supposed to be there. Now her hand was over her mouth, eyes closed as she listened to see what they would do.

Surely they'd heard her.

"Alright peeping tom, come out here." drawled Blaise, his tone bored and uninterested.

They had no idea it was their witch.

Hermione said nothing, refusing to step out of the alcove. Her cheeks were flaming and she was certain this was way more embarrassing than the library.

"Fine, have it your way." said Blaise, pulling the tapestry aside. His eyes widened as he saw Hermione, a slow smirk sliding onto his face.

"Draco, I think it's our lucky day."

At his words, Draco moved to look into the alcove, his eyes almost popping out of his head at the sight - Hermione Granger.

Before the two could say anything else Hermione spoke quickly, "I'm so sorry. I was...I heard you two and figured you'd just leave when you didn't find me - and then you didn't and I couldn't just walk out with you two -"

She stopped abruptly, realizing that she was rambling.

"I told you she was a naughty witch." said Blaise, smirking at Draco.

Draco, on the other hand, couldn't take his eyes from the flushing witch still tucked away in the alcove.

"It does seem you like watching us, Granger." said the blonde, stepping forward into the alcove with her, waking her back so Blaise could step in too and drop the tapestry, trapping them in the small space together.

"I - I do not -" she stopped, taking a breath before leveling her glare at Draco, "The first time was an accident. And this time wouldn't have happened if you two hadn't been...been..."

"Been what, Granger?" he asked, stepping into her personal space.

"Been trying to get me in bed!" she snapped, lifting her nose indignantly and crossing her arms over her chest.

"What's so wrong with that?" asked Blaise, stepping next to Draco in front of her.

Her eyes widened, "Because you two are...are..." she trailed off, unsure of what to call their arrangement.

Both men smirked, but Blaise offered, "Fucking?"

Hermione opened and closed her mouth a few times before saying, "I wouldn't have said it so crudely, but yes."

"That doesn't mean we don't equally want to fuck you." said Draco, trying to keep Blaise's words in mind.

"So you're not gay?" she blurted, the words out before she could stop herself.

Blaise laughed and Draco looked a bit miffed, but said, "We don't really mind the...bits, Granger."

She blushed and looked away from them, her eyes trained on the ground as she thought about what to say.

They wanted to sleep with her. Both of them. And Draco had apparently fancied her for years.

This can't be happening, she thought, There's no way I should do this...right?

"So what do you say, Granger?" asked Blaise.

Her eyes snapped up to him and she said, "No. No, no, no. Both of you have completely lost your minds. If you want to sleep with someone I'm sure there are plenty of willing women or men here."

"Of course there are." said Draco easily.

"But," interrupted Blaise, stopping his friend from ruining their chances, "We don't want any of them."

Hermione laughed, "Right, you just want me."

When neither man objected she groaned, "Look, you've had your fun. Let me go."

"Trust me, Granger, we haven't had our fun yet." said Draco, twirling one of her curls around his finger, "You'd know it if we had."

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