Never In Your Wildest Dreams
By: babykelyse
A/N: You requested it, and here it is! The much wanted 'prequel' to Love's Swift Bonds. ) I'm so sorry it's extremely late in coming, but school has been a freaking bitch and I finally got a weekend where I didn't have to study, ready, or do homework. College sucks, but I'm 2 semesters shy from graduating so I'm sucking it up. Lol Anyhow, this one is going to be pretty long, so I hope you'll read through the whole thing. Also, since LSB was pretty much entirely in Ginny's point of view, I decided to put this one mostly in Draco's and Blaise's point of view, with Ginny's thrown in as well. It'll just switch back and forth, so it shouldn't be too confusing. So, this author's note has gone on way too long, and I'm just going to…shut-up. ) Enjoy! P.S. – I'm splitting this into two parts, because while I was writing, I just couldn't seem to stop (it demanded to be written, I swear lol) so it's much, much longer than I intended it to be.
Disclaimer: I own nothing save for the plot and my dirty thoughts on Blaise and Draco…which I am not willing to share ;)
WARNING – This little piece contains mature, adult situations, including slash! If that's not your cup of tea…leave now. But if you're a perv, like me, read on! Lol You've been warned.
Part One
Draco Malfoy had always known the exact day he'd fallen in love with his best friend. They'd known each other since they were small children, and each time he set his eyes on the darker haired boy, Draco's heart felt as if it were competing in a race. They were inseparable as children and this trend carried on into their years at Hogwarts. Draco began realizing what he felt for his friend went beyond friendship when he accidentally stumbled upon Blaise just coming out of the shower. Water rolled down lightly bronzed skin, disappearing to the secrets the barely held together towel concealed. Draco had been unaware of his lustful staring until deep laughter reached his ears.
Much to his embarrassment, Draco felt his cheeks heat up, and he stumbled out of the room, mumbling an incoherent apology to his friend. The dungeons were normally near freezing however all Draco felt that night was heat throughout his entire body. He couldn't get the image of a nearly naked Blaise Zabini out of his head, and as a result began avoiding the boy at all costs. He would rise much earlier than any of the Slytherins, be dressed and eating breakfast by the time they came strolling into the Dining Hall. He'd give them all about ten minutes of their usual banter before rising quickly, mumbling some excuse about having to meet Snape. In his haste, he'd always miss the hurt look that ghosted across Blaise's features, the midnight blue eyes drowning in misery.
This trend had gone on for several weeks, until Blaise finally cornered Draco when he snuck in, well past curfew. Draco had been quietly putting his things away, careful not to make the smallest of sounds in case he woke Blaise. He felt his heart leap into his throat when a familiar hand grabbed his shoulder, though he made no outward motion of being startled. Malfoys were never startled…or so his father always taught him. He felt his entire body tense up when he felt the hand turn him around, and he felt his heart break at the misery in the eyes he'd come to love so much.
"What have I done, Dray?"
Draco felt himself frown at the soft question. Blaise had done nothing, but Draco just couldn't seem to get the words out. Unable to look at Blaise any longer, Draco pushed out of Blaise's embrace, this time catching the destroyed look in the boy's eyes. If it were possible, Draco felt even worse for having any part of making Blaise look that way.
"I see. I guess I'll find somewhere else to live since you can no longer seem to tolerate my presence," Blaise managed to choke out, feeling as if he were drowning in misery.
"Blaise, no. It's not you. You haven't done anything, I promise," Draco pleaded with his friend. He rushed over to his friend, taking the slightly taller boy by the arms and looking him straight in the face. The midnight blue eyes, always full of mirth and liveliness, were now dull, filled with a disturbing emptiness. Draco desperately wanted to wipe that expression from Blaise's face forever.
"Why have you been avoiding me then? I thought we were friends, Dray!"
"We are friends, Blaise. I just…There have been some things that have been bothering me lately and I needed to be by myself for a while."
"What's had you so bothered that you pushed me out of your life? Do you know how that made me feel, Dray? I don't like it when you push me away from you."
"You wouldn't understand it. And I'm sorry for making you upset, I really am, but you can't help me with this."
A growl forced itself out of Blaise's throat, and before he had any time to react, the taller boy had Draco pinned against the wall. His treacherous body began reacting to the closeness of the body he'd been lusting after for so long and Draco's eyes closed in mortification, hoping that by sheer will, he could force himself to calm down.
"Why can't you understand, Dray? I don't want you to shut me out of any part of your life. If something is bothering you, tell me and I'll handle it. I'd do anything for you. Don't you understand that?"
"You're bothering me!"
Draco instantly regretted his outburst, the minute it came bursting forth. He could already see and feel Blaise closing off from him, and Draco was desperate for that not to happen. Before the taller boy turned away, Draco grabbed his arms, forcing Blaise to look at him.
"Why are you forcing me to stay here if I bother you so much?" Blaise's voice was flat, emotionless. Draco wanted to cry…and Malfoys did not cry.
"That came out wrong, mon ami," Draco said, desperate to have Blaise understand.
"How was it to be intended then?" Blaise spit out, nastily.
"I don't want you to hate me, Blaise."
"How could I?"
"Because I love you." Draco whispered, unable to meet Blaise's eyes.
"What has that got to do with me hating you, Dray? You're not making any sense, and you're confusing the fuck out of me."
"I'm sorry," Draco said in a small voice. Blaise instantly decided he didn't like that tone coming from his friend.
"Just make me understand why you've decided to put me out of your life, Draco. What have I done to lose your friendship?"
"I told you already…you haven't done anything, Blaise. It's me. You won't want my friendship anymore."
"Because you love me? Draco, I love you, too!"
"Not in the way that I love you!"
Blaise was taken aback at the loathing in Draco's tone. The platinum blonde stood before him devoid of the regality he so usually possessed. His hair was in disarray, his clothes crumpled from the day, but his eyes were what Blaise focused on. The held anger, confusion, sadness, but most of all…love. The type of love Blaise had only dreamed Draco would ever feel for him. He opened his mouth to speak, but Draco cut him off.
"I know you can never feel for me what I feel for you, but it's been so hard these few weeks keeping it to myself. I wouldn't even be bloody going through this if you weren't so…you! I can't help but be in love with you, Blaise, and it's tearing me apart."
Blaise rushed forward and cut off any other words Draco was going to say. All that mattered to him was that his feelings were reciprocated and his friend…his love didn't hate him. Blaise stared down at the clear grey eyes he'd been in love with for so long and did something he'd waited years for. Draco's lips were like plump clouds, and Blaise groaned at the feeling. He felt Draco stiffen before completely melting into his arms, and returning the kiss. The need for air was the only reason Blaise pulled away from Draco, but he kept their two bodies in contact, reveling the obvious state of arousal of his best friend.
"You're not playing games with me, are you Blaise?"
The uncertainty in Draco's voice was unfamiliar, and it had Blaise scrambling to reassure the blonde boy.
"I would never play games with you, Dray. I've been in love with you forever, and I'd only dreamed that you would ever feel the same for me."
"So we've wasted all this time, virtually walking on eggshells around each other for the same reason?" Draco suddenly burst out laughing, and Blaise followed, instantly finding the humor in their situation.
"I guess we aren't as bright as we claim to be in the matters of love, hm?"
"I guess not." Draco responded, softly. As if in a daze, he reached his hand up to cup Blaise's cheek, and he smiled when the other boy leaned into the contact. His other hand trailed up the body he'd lusted after, pausing to trace smooth skin. Blaise was having a similar experience with Draco's body, burying his fingers in the soft, platinum hair. Draco purred at the feeling, unconsciously grinding his hips into Blaise. He nearly screamed aloud in pleasure as Blaise's mouth attached itself to his pale throat, sucking and licking the soft flesh until he'd marked Draco as his.
At this moment, both Draco and Blaise were extremely grateful that their fathers had insisted on their sons having their own room apart from the other Slytherins. Though the Slytherins were known for their liaisons with both the opposite and same sex, neither Draco nor Blaise wanted to share this moment with any of their housemates. Blaise lifted his head, smiling in triumph at the clearly visible mark on Draco's neck. His smile quickly turned a moan of pleasure as Draco proceeded to return the favor. His hands reached down to cup the pert cheeks of Draco's arse, bringing their straining erections into closer contact.
"Keep that up and I'll be finished before we can even begin," Draco gasped out.
"We can't have that, can we?" Blaise brushed his hand over Draco's throbbing organ. He smiled darkly at the needy moan that escaped from those plump, pink lips. Smiling devilishly, Blaise began trailing kisses down Draco's face, pausing to rip apart the school shirt Draco still wore.
"Tell me again why we've waited so long to do this," Draco moaned. Blaise laughed, licking down the column of Draco's throat.
"I don't know why, but I plan on making up for lost time," Blaise said against the throat he was currently fascinated by. Draco moaned again in response, letting himself be taken away on waves of ecstasy. Blaise kissed his way down to the pale chest, pausing to nibble at the small pink nipples.
"I see someone likes this." He laughed when Draco grabbed hold of his head, pushing him closer.
"Mmm, just keep going," Draco rasped out, clearly enjoying himself.
"Of course, love."
Continuing his torture on the now reddened nipples, Blaise reached down and began unbuckling the belt that covered the treasure below. Once he'd taken care of the belt, Blaise skimmed his fingers over the straining length, his mouth watering in anticipation. He'd waited so long for this, but he wasn't going to rush through anything. He was going to savor this moment, lock it away in his memories forever.
Above him, Draco had his head thrown back, a light sheen of sweat now adorning his pale body. His mouth moved in unspoken words, reveling in the sensations Blaise was responsible for. His hands gripped the dark hair, moving in a light massaging motion, urging Blaise on. Blaise now had the dark trousers Draco wore opened, and he pushed them slowly down, eyeing the uncovered bulge hungrily. Draco stepped out of the pants, his heart beating erratically at what was to come. He nearly creamed himself when Blaise looked up at him from his position on the floor, the dark eyes filled with lust, love, and naughtiness.
Draco's eyes widened when Blaise began kissing down his stomach, biting every so often. He was surprised, and if possible, even more turned on when Blaise's teeth began inching his underwear down. His hands took over the task when Draco's erection sprang free, the tip an angry red color, leaking fluid profusely. Blaise grinned up at Draco, licking his lips in a lewd manner.
"Want me to take care of that, Dray?" Blaise asked, his fingers running down the veins that stood out against Draco's cock.
"Gods yes, Blaise. Please," he whimpered out. Blaise's tongue crept out, licking the tip lightly before retreating back, just as quick.
"I like you this way, Dray. Whimpering, hot…all for me," Blaise said, his tone darkly seductive. "You've no idea how much I've dreamed of seeing you this way, at my doing."
"Gods…Blaise, please," Draco begged, uncaring of how he sounded.
"I love it when you beg too, Dray," Blaise continued. He fisted Draco's cock, pumping it rapidly. He smiled at the whine he never knew Draco could produce.
"So gonna get you back for this, Blaise," Draco ground out.
"Mmm, I look forward to it, lover, but for now lets get you taken care of."
Blaise blew on the tip of Draco's cock, allowing himself a moment of pleasure at Draco's growl before he took it fully into his mouth. He relaxed his throat, bobbing his head slowly, drawing out the pleasure. Draco felt his legs weakening, and would have fallen had Blaise's arm not had a firm grip on his waist. Blaise's tongue swirled around the rigid piece, his hand pumping up and down. Draco's moans were needy and lustful, and his hands tightened in Blaise's silky hair, pushing him further down. Blaise hummed low in his throat, and his reward was a deep bellow of his name.
"I'm so close, Blaise. Gods…I love you so much."
Blaise's heart expanded at the heartfelt words, and he sped up, eager to taste Draco for the first time. He pulled back enough to suck eagerly at the tip of Draco's cock, lost in the taste and scent of his lover. His right hand moved up to cup the pale cheek of Draco's arse, and he squeezed the flesh, before moving towards the treasure he sought.
Draco's hole was hair-free, and Blaise hardened even more at the thought of being buried inside Draco. He ghosted his fingers across Draco's puckered entrance and applied the slightest pressure. Draco's fingers tightened in Blaise's hair, closing his eyes tightly.
"Blaise…fuck. I'm coming!"
Blaise moaned his approval, reluctantly removing his fingers from Draco's entrance, and resuming his hold on the narrow hips. Draco's high-pitched whine was accompanied with a surge of his hips, and Blaise took everything his love had to offer. Blaise kissed the spent organ softly before rising up to smile at Draco. The pale boy launched himself at Blaise, kissing him hard on the lips, not minding the taste on the plump lips.
"Fuck, Blaise. How the hell am I supposed to follow that?"
Blaise laughed, hugging Draco to him hard. "Anything you have to give will be just as pleasurable, Dray."
Draco smiled at him, taking Blaise's mouth again, pausing to nibble at the bruised lips. His nimble fingers ghosted over the buttons of Blaise's shirt, opting to draw out the revealing of Blaise's skin.
"You owe me a new shirt," Draco shot at Blaise, kissing down the tanned skin.
"I'll buy you a fucking store full of shirts, Dray. Just keep at what you're doing," Blaise gasped out. He was eager for what Draco had in store.
"We're going to do things a bit differently this time around, lover." Draco said with a smirk on his lips. "I want you in me."
"Dray…we don't have to do that just because I stuck a finger in your bum. You can just do the same thing I did to you."
"I am going to do the same thing, love. But I want you in me too. I quite enjoyed having your finger in me."
Blaise's response was lost in a groan when Draco attached himself to a cinnamon-colored nub, laving and nipping at it. Draco quickly divested Blaise's pants, eager to lay eyes on what had been rubbing so erotically against him. Draco was surprised at how quickly he came across flesh as he hurriedly pushed Blaise's pants off his hips. He looked up at the darker boy questioningly. Draco was surprised to see a slight blush grace Blaise's cheeks, having never known the boy to be embarrassed so easily.
"They're, ah, constricting when I put them on with my pants," Blaise explained, his expression mortified. "And stop smirking!"
Draco quickly attempted to wash the smirk from his face, failing horribly. He burst out laughing as the redness in Blaise's cheeks became even more obvious.
"I don't have a problem with it, Blaise. Just means easier access," he quipped before descending on the hardened length. Blaise groaned at the feeling of Draco's mouth, warm and wet on his member. Draco took his time, savoring the sounds coming from Blaise's mouth all while eagerly anticipating having Blaise inside him. He lapped at the tip of Blaise's straining length, enjoying the taste and smell of his lover. He took Blaise in to the hilt, humming low in his throat.
"Shit, Dray. That feels bloody good."
Draco smiled around his mouthful, gazing up at Blaise lustfully. Blaise nearly lost it then and there, but managed to fight down his orgasm. He buried his fingers in the locks of the platinum hair, massaging Draco's scalp, before pushing him back. At Draco's grumpy look, he managed a small laugh.
"I'm about ready to blow at any minute, Dray."
"We can't have that just yet," Draco responded, grumpiness fading. "Let's take this to the bed, love."
Blaise nodded, allowing the slightly shorter boy to lead him to his bed. He grunted when Draco pushed him down, the cool satin of the sheets beneath him doing nothing for his heated skin. Draco's wicked tongue trailed down his body, before descending back on his cock, bringing it fully back to its original hardness. Blaise moaned, eager to be buried inside Draco's beautiful body.
He pulled Draco up to him, capturing those perfect lips in a brutal kiss, their tongues battling for dominance. Blaise reached for his wand, but not before he was asking for Draco's reassurance.
"Dray, are you completely sure you want to do this? We can stop now if you want. I promise I won't be mad." Blaise held his breath for Draco's answer.
"I already told you. I want this, I want you. I want to share myself with you in every way I can. I love you, Blaise. Always."
Blaise felt tears gathering behind his eyes at Draco's words, and if he hadn't already been in love with Draco…he sure as hell would be now.
"I love you too, Dray. Always."
Draco grinned at him, before leaning down to attach himself to Blaise's throat. Blaise barely managed to gasp out the protection spell before he was angling their bodies so that Draco was now beneath him. Blaise smiled wickedly at Draco, licking at his hardened organ before kissing his way down to Draco's entrance.
"Yours is the only arse I'll ever kiss. Remember that," Blaise told Draco, deadpan. Draco's burst of laughter was cut short when Blaise's tongue touched the puckered ring. He moaned low and long at the feelings being unleashed. Blaise's tongue worked wonders on him, and Draco's body felt as tight as a bowstring.
"Now, Blaise. I need you in me, now."
"As you wish, love."
Blaise moved up Draco's body, kissing him lightly as he prepared to enter the body beneath him for the first time. He pushed his length against Draco's tight opening, going slowly as Draco's body yielded to him. When he'd fully sheathed himself inside Draco, Blaise paused, looking down at Draco in concern.
"Are you alright? Am I hurting you? Oh, gods…you're hurting, Dray. I'm pulling out."
"No! Just keep still for a minute. It feels fucking amazing, Blaise."
Blaise held himself up on strained arms, waiting for Draco to adjust to him. He felt Draco move experimentally beneath him, and the gasp that came out of his mouth had Blaise panicking all over again.
"Dray…it's hurting you. I don't want to hurt you," Blaise babbled.
"Mmm…you're not hurting me, love. If you pull out, I'll hex you something nasty," Draco grinned.
Blaise still wasn't convinced, but at Draco's urge, he began thrusting slowly, loving the tightness of Draco's body.
"Faster, mon beau," Draco gasped out. Blaise absolutely went crazy anytime Draco randomly spouted out something in French, and this time was no different. He pulled out slowly, only to ram back in, much to Draco's delight. Blaise gripped the hips beneath him, and sped up, enjoying the gasps and moans coming from the body beneath him. He felt a tug at his neck, and he brought his lips to Draco's giving himself up fully to the kiss. Draco's legs tightened around him, as he pushed his hips up to match Blaise's pace.
"So close, Dray," Blaise ground out.
"Let go, love. Come with me."
At Draco's words, Blaise increased his thrusts, the slapping of flesh loud in the room. He thrust one last time, bellowing out Draco's name as stars encompassed his vision. Dimly, he heard Draco do the same, before allowing himself to be taken away on the plateau of ecstasy.
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Draco smiled now, two years later, at the memory of his and Blaise's first time together. The morning after hadn't been awkward for either boy, and they fell into their relationship quite naturally. As much as he loved Blaise, he still felt as if a part of both of them was still missing. Neither had so much as looked at another in the two years they'd 'officially' been a couple, but they both acknowledged that there was someone else out there they needed to complete them.
"Thinking about our unseen lover again, Dray?"
Seventeen-year old Draco Malfoy smiled at his best friend, lover, boyfriend…everything, basically before answering.
"You read me so well, Blaise. I just wish I knew who it was. This yearning for someone other than you is disconcerting. I've wanted only you for as long as I've lived…I don't want someone to replace you."
"No one could do that," Blaise answered cockily. "But I understand what you mean. I'm afraid that this person…whoever she may be, may try and take us from one another."
"She?"
"Hm? Oh…I keep thinking it's a girl for some reason. A gut feeling, I guess."
"Not Pansy?"
"Gods, no! She's like a sister to us. I have no feelings toward her that aren't strictly platonic."
Draco smiled, relieved. He loved Pansy, but the thought of sleeping with her left a nasty feeling in his stomach.
"Let's go to dinner. All this thinking has made me famished."
Blaise smiled at his love, and held out his hand, still aroused at the spark that passed between their joined hands.
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Ginevra Weasley mentally scolded herself for staring at them…again. Sooner or later, someone would find out about her crush, obsession, whatever it was and not only would she be the laughing stock, but undoubtedly her brother would have a fit. She blew a strand of crimson hair out of her brown eyes and stabbed her fork in the carrot on her plate, unmercifully. She couldn't get either of the boys out her thoughts or dreams, and she hated herself for it. Gryffindors and Slytherins had a notorious history of hating each other, and she wasn't going to be the one that broke that unspoken rule.
Reserving herself to forget about the two beautiful Slytherins, she brought her thoughts over to her current Potions homework and ignored the small pang in her heart.
"Gin, you alright? You look a bit peaky."
Ginny forced herself to smile at her brother's concerned look.
"I'm fine, Ron. Just worried about that Potions homework Snape assigned. It's due tomorrow and I haven't even started on it."
"Gin, that's not like you at all," Hermione piped in. "Are you sure you're okay?"
Ginny felt her heart warm at the concern from her brother and his girlfriend, though she still felt as if they viewed her as the 'younger sister' tag-a-long.
"Really, I'm fine, guys. I've just been under a lot of stress lately, but it's nothing I can't handle."
"If you want…I can help you with your Potions, Gin," Harry said, somewhat shyly.
Had he said this to her a year ago, Ginny would have been jumping on the inside with glee. But she'd come to the realization that what she felt for Harry didn't compare to what she felt when she found herself staring at…them. Instead, she smiled gently at Harry, and declined his offer.
"S'okay, Harry. I don't need any help on it. I just need to get off my lazy bum and actually do it!"
The Trio and Ginny laughed, before they resumed their earlier conversation. Ginny ignored the not so subtle glances Harry kept throwing her way and decided she really did need to start up on that Potions homework. She said her goodbyes, waved to Luna over at the Ravenclaw table, and made her way out of the Great Hall, her thoughts in a limbo. She kept her head down as she headed towards Gryffindor Tower, the crimson locks slightly obscuring her vision. She was so caught up in her thoughts she failed to see two sets of feet heading her way.
Ginny found herself running into a warm wall of a chest, and her eyes closed as she felt herself falling backwards, ready for the impact. A pair of strong, tanned arms caught her, and suddenly she was nose-deep in a warm chest.
"You should be more careful and watch where you're going, Weasley," a silky, familiar voice said.
Ginny felt her heart race and she cursed her pale skin as she felt the heat rush into her cheeks. The words came from behind her, so that meant the arms around her belonged to Blaise Zabini. Ginny gulped, and pushed herself away from the warm body, ignoring the tingling that was running amuck down her skin.
"Yes, well if you'd been watching were you were going we wouldn't be in the situation at all, Malfoy," Ginny ground out. She forgot all about the stupid crush she had on both boys at the amused smirks that ghosted across their aristocratic features.
"So the little kitten has claws after all, Dray." Blaise murmured, walking over to said boy. Ginny watched them both, alarmed at the tingling between her legs when they joined hands.
"That she does. I wonder how sharp they can get, though."
Ginny was confused at the way things were going, and as a result she got even angrier.
"Just get the bloody hell out of my way, both of you!"
Twin laughter flew over her skin, and Ginny clenched her hands at how seductive it sounded. Against her will, her eyes traced over the forms of both Draco Malfoy and Blaise Zabini, noting the varying differences between them. Where Draco was light, Blaise was dark. Draco's pale hair, bound at his neck, reached a little past his shoulders, his stormy grey eyes were filled with amusement, undoubtedly at her, and his surprisingly plump lips were pulled back in a mixture of a smirk and a smile. He was tall, even more so than Harry, and his expensive robes did nothing to hide the lean muscled physique honed from years of Quidditch. Reluctantly, she pulled her eyes away from Draco to focus on Blaise. Unlike Draco, Blaise let his black hair hang free, and it too reached a little ways past his shoulders. His midnight blue eyes were always filled with mischief, and his permanently-bruised looking lips had the same smile inside a smirk. His physique was slightly bulkier than Draco's, having been a Chaser for so many years. He stood a few inches taller than Draco, more than likely the same height as Ron.
"You think she likes what she sees, Dray? Her eyes have gone all glossy, and her breathing looks a little erratic."
Blaise's amused voice broke Ginny out of whatever spell she'd been under, and she glared at the two Slytherins. And how in the bloody hell had they gotten so close to her?
"I know she likes what she sees, mon beau. But you little Gryffs never play with snakes," Draco said, reaching out to yank on a crimson curl.
Ginny swatted his hands away, still glaring at both of them. She was saved from having to say anything, as the angry voice of her brother broke the tense atmosphere.
"What the bloody fuck are you two doing near my sister?"
Ron Weasley rushed over to Ginny, Harry and Hermione in tow.
"Oh please, Weasley. Did you see us doing anything to your precious little sister?" Draco spat out, the teasing light in his eyes gone.
"Just stay away from her, both of you! Why don't you go fuck each other?"
"Why Weasley…I didn't know you thought of us that way," Blaise intoned. "If you wanted to join in on our fun, you could have just said so."
If it were possible, Ron's face grew even more red, his expression murderous. Before he could speak, however, Draco held up his hand, an innocent expression on his face.
"You know I'm allergic to tomatoes, love," Draco said, indicating Ron's face.
Ginny fought to urge to giggle at this exchange, biting her lip hard.
"Oh. Well, sorry Weasley. Guess you'll just have to settle on your dreams of us then. I can't have Draco getting sick."
At that, both Slytherins sauntered away, hands still entwined. Ginny watched them with hungry eyes and mentally slapped herself for doing so. She turned to look at her brother and his friends, noting that Ron still looked fit to kill.
"Gods, I hate them!" Ron ground out, his hands clenched at his side. Ginny flinched at the unfamiliar tone in her brother's voice. No one had ever gotten to him as much as the two Slytherins did.
"Just forget about them, mate. They're gits. Everyone knows that."
"He's right, Ron. There's no need to get upset over Slytherins."
"Yeah, yeah, you're right. Gin, you okay?"
"I'm fine, Ron. I was actually handling it just fine before you came along, though."
"I know, firefly, I just get a little protective of you. Especially when it comes to those two."
Ginny's heart warmed, not only at Ron's concern, but as his use of a childhood nickname she thought he'd long forgotten. She pulled Ron into a hug, feeling like a little girl as the top of her head barely reached his shoulders. He hugged her back, before ruffling her hair affectionately. She glared at him before dissolving into laughter, the encounter with the Slytherins forgotten for the moment.
"We were going to go fly in the pitch for a bit. Want to come with, Gin?"
Ginny looked over at Harry, a little unnerved at the way he was looking at her.
Just great, she thought to herself. Now he decides he likes me. Ginny nearly laughed at the irony of it all.
"No thanks, Harry. I still have that Potions homework, remember?"
"Oh. Well, if you change your mind…" he left the sentence hanging.
Ginny nodded her head, before smiling and saying her farewells. As she turned the corner, her thoughts returned to the episode from earlier. She hadn't been expecting Draco to tug at her hair, and her hand still tingled from when she'd pushed it away from her.
It's going to be a long bloody night, she thought, as she entered the Common room.
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Draco and Blaise were still laughing as they made their way into their room. It had changed drastically in the two years they'd been together. For one, the bedroom contained only one four-poster bed, large enough to sleep five people. It was adorned with silky black sheets, a green comforter covering it. Silk ties adorned the posters for whenever Draco and Blaise felt playful. All this was hidden behind a password-protected door that only their closest friends knew.
"Gods, did you see his face?" Blaise choked out, his eyes still alight with the memory. It had been fun, toying with the Weasley male.
"The tomato comment was genius, love. I don't think you'll ever top that one," Draco said, gleefully. "But enough about him. The girl Weasley…she's the one."
"What do you mean, 'the one'?"
"She's our missing link. I know it, Blaise. When I touched her, I felt the same spark that I feel with you. Surely you felt it when you stopped her from falling?"
"I did," Blaise mumbled, thoughtful. "I didn't think anything of it then, but now that you mention it, there's something about her that calls to me."
"She's beautiful."
Both Slytherins thought of the youngest Weasley with her pale skin, dusted lightly with freckles, long crimson hair that fell to her waist in waves, and the bright, intelligent brown eyes. She was on the shorter side, barely reaching up to their shoulders, and they mentally thanked the Gods that she wasn't all skin and bones. Her curves were plenty, the shabby robes she'd been wearing barely concealing them.
"That she is, Dray. But how do you expect her to fall for one of us, let alone two? She barely stands our presence."
"She's drawn to us. You saw the way she was eyeing us in the hall, but I've also caught her looking at us other times, when she wasn't aware that I saw her."
"Really?" Blaise asked, intrigued.
"Yes. She may not like us, but she'd drawn to us, and that's a start. All we have to do is get her to admit it to herself. I'm personally looking forward to it."
"I'll bet you are," Blaise said, his tone seductive. Already his vision was filled with the girl's crimson hair spilled out against the sheets, her body undulating with desire for both of them. He pictured Draco taking her from the front, while he slipped in the back. He heard himself moaning in anticipation, unconsciously making his way over to Draco.
"She's got you hot and bothered now that you're thinking of her, love?"
Blaise merely moaned, capturing Draco's lips in a needy kiss. They quickly divested of their clothes, falling onto the bed in a mass of flesh, Draco entering Blaise without much preparation. Blaise merely groaned, taking all of Draco in, his vision filled with the three of them together in this way.
"That's right, baby," Draco whispered in his ear. "Think of her lovely body between us, needy moans filling the air as we fill her to brink. Think of how she'll react when she sees us together, pleasuring herself while we perform for her."
Blaise couldn't take anymore, spilling himself between their bodies, burying his face in the hollow of Draco's neck with a moan. Draco followed a short while later, tightening his hold on Blaise. Their breaths came in short gasps afterward, the intense orgasm they'd just experience fresh on their minds.
"Bloody hell, if she can make us react that way by just thinking of her, I don't think I'll be able to survive the real thing," Blaise groaned. Draco merely laughed, rolling their bodies so that he faced his lover. He tenderly brushed a lock of dark hair of Blaise's face, smiling when he purred. He'd never get tired of the sound.
"I agree. It's always been powerful with you, but the thought of her…it's just,"
"Magical," Blaise finished. "Pretty ironic coming from two magical people, hm?"
Draco chuckled, "Yeah it is. But it's the truth."
The two Slytherins settled down, hugging each other close as the thoughts of a feisty red-head Weasley female invaded their dreams.
-End Part One-