I'll try to keep this as short, sweet, and simple as I can. Any questions you have now may or may not be clarified as you read on. Also note that the summary is updated with every chapter. Also feel free to note that my review response to also clarifies several bits of the story and greatly distorts the apparent size of this chapter.

Oh, and I hated the verb tense in the last chapter; it drove me insane. So here's to a new and different verb tense!

Cheers!

Summary: Harry loves Hermione but yearns for Draco. Hermione loves Harry and has Draco. Hermione explains that Draco is a bisexual. How does Draco react when Hermione asks him to have a threesome? Is three one too many people for a relationship to flourish? HP/HG, DM/HG, possible HP/HG/DM


Heart On A Chain

Chapter Two


Hermione and Draco tread water carefully. The prefects' bathroom was a wonderful place. And the bathtub! It was immense. And all those kinds of bubbles.... it was both a boon and curse that the bubbles covered her bosom.

Hermione sighed and tread carefully to Draco. She put her arms around his shoulders and leaned into his embrace as his arms went underwater and hugged her loosely around her waist.

"Draco…" she began, wondering just how she was going to word her question.

"Yes Mya?" he asked her, nuzzling her neck. His own neck was spotted with bruise marks that just refused to disappear, no matter how many times Hermione healed them. It appeared that Lucius had wanted his son to remember just what happened at home. Draco had been covering his problem area with a complex glamour spell which had to be updated every hour. Hermione had given him a rather simple charm that covered the problem area up to seven hours at a time.

"Draco…"

"I think we went past that part already," he said. He was a sarcastic lover; thank God he left the sarcasm off the bed or else she would never have gotten this far with him.

"Draco, hypothetically… what would your reaction be if I asked you to join in a threesome with me?"

"Hypothetically?" He asked.

"Yes, hypothetically."

"Well, hypothetically, I'd push you against the wall and fuck the bloody brains out of you because I'm so turned on."

"Draco." Her tone meant business.

"I thought you meant hypothetically."

"Listen," she pushed him away from her a bit and looked into his eyes. "You know what I meant when I said hypothetically. Seriously… what do you say?" She bit her lip and he felt a familiar burning sensation seize his lower regions. She was so cute when she was nervous.

"I'd ask if you had anyone in mind."

"Actually," she said, twirling a bit of his hair around her finger, "I do."

"Who?" he asked, dipping his head back to the soft skin of her shoulder.

"Guess," she taunted, arching her neck away from him so he could have more skin to kiss.

He froze for a second before grasping both her shoulders. He gave her a frightened look. "Don't you dare say Pansy or I will freak," he stated.

Hermione sputtered indignantly. She'd have thought that he'd have more faith in her. "Never!" she exclaimed. "Are you bonkers?"

"No… I was just checking." He continued his ministrations to her neck. He guessed again. "Catherine?"

"Well… it's not a girl."

He frowned slightly. "I don't want to share you," he said before nipping lightly at her ear.

She sighed and clucked her tongue. "Shut up."

"Then how shall I keep guessing?"

"Guess then, if you must," she replied in a haughty voice. Really, sometimes Draco could be the world's biggest arse.

"Um… Blaise?" He pressed light kisses onto her skin, worshipping the warmth that slipped off of her. He was always cold. He loved to press himself against her and feel her heat warm him up.

"No," she replied, again running her handsthrough his hair.

He froze again, this time completely aghast. "Oh lord no… Surely not Crabbe and Goyle?"

"Heaven's no!" She screamed, pulling herself off of him. She shuddered, hugging her nude self, despite the warmth of the water. "That's disgusting!"

"Well, I didn't know! I'm just guessing." Draco sighed, deep in thought. Hetook his hand to his chin and looked at her thoughtfully. "Hmm…" She continued to shudder, shooting him dirty looks. He watched her as she swam over to the side of the tub. Her hands gripped the edge of the tub and he remembered the feel of her warm hands on his burning erection. Ah ha! So there was a part of him that was warmer than she was.

"Oh lord" he said as she calmly put her chin on the side of the pool. "Don't you dare say Weasel!"

She spun around, damp hair flying in wet lumps over her shoulder. "No!" She clucked her tongue again and swam over to him, all feminine grace anddeathly seduction. He could never resist her. Her arms snaked around his neck and he felt her breasts against his chest. Again he felt a familiar tug at his erection. Biting his lip, he allowed her to grace his forehead with kisses.

"Weasel's sister?" he asked as her kisses fell all over his face. He put his arms around her and smiled, glad at all the attention she was giving him.

She pulled away and pouted. "No," she drawled, before leaning back in to kiss his jawbone. "I said no girls."

"Then," she pressed more kisses onto his face, "damn it, Mya! I can't think if you're throwing kisses all over me!" She pulled away, smirking, and not looking at all apologetic. "Sorry, Draco," she murmured, running her hand along his jaw.

"I don't know," he stated.

She kissed him on the lips, slowly. "He's in Gryffindor."

He moaned into her kiss. "I don't know then." Their hands wandered all over each other. It was so nice to be buoyant.

"What would you say…" She paused and pressed her lips to his again, before breathing out her next words. "To Harry Potter?" She leant in for another kiss but met nothing but air, as Draco spun around and flung himself out of the tub and onto the cool tiles of the bathroom floor.

"Draco!" She yelped. "Wait!"

She got up and out of the water too, and for a second, they just looked at each other. He stood, head held high, his legs apart, uncaring of his nakedness. She pressed her arms together in front of her, not to hide her nakedness, but to rub her hands together. They were almost mirror images of each other when it came to the amount of bruises, scratches, and cuts that adorned their bodies.

Draco had once said that he felt like a bloody painting when he had first looked into the mirror. Hermione had said that she thought she looked like an insane doctor's patient; the doctor had kept making mistakes as to where to operate.

It was so much easier to deal with things when you made fun of them.

Draco looked away from her and unconsciously rubbed at a scar on his left elbow with his right hand. "When I told you that… stuff…. about Harry, I didn't know that you were going to make fun of me with it. "I don't want you to, Mya," he said to her. No, he pleaded her. "Just don't."

"I'm not toying with you," she said to him, dropping her arms to her sides. "I'm serious. I can get him for you."

"No, you can't."

"Why not?" There it was again; her pure obstinacy. Sometimes he found it cute, sometimes he found it admirable, and at other times, he found it purely aggravating.

"He doesn't like me, Mya." He spoke to her as one would to a child; a rather stupid child. "I told you that already. You know. You ought to. You are his fucking best friend."

She took a deep breath. "Draco… I could try." She gave him a pleading look, though he wasn't sure as what she was pleading for.

He looked away, his head still up. It was a pride thing. "He'll refuse," he stated plainly. He wouldn't look her in the eye.

"He won't," she replied adamantly.

Draco shot her a withering look. "How would you know?"

She sighed and brushed, or rather, tried to brush her damp locks aside with an exasperated movement of her hand. But they were too tangled so they just fell right back to where they had been in the first place. "I don't." She looked at him and sighed before taking several steps towards him. She stopped right in front of him before placing her arms around his neck. "Just trust me."

He still looked away from her. "I can't."

She sighed and put her head to his bruised chest. "I know."

He moved his chin to the top of her head. "I'm sorry."

"I'm still going to ask."

"Will you say my name?" He wondered how on earth she was going to pull it off.

"I'll ask him as a favour to me." She paused. "He won't say no to me."

"To you?" He paused, taking in that bit of information. "Would he do that for you?"

"Yes."

Draco was intrigued. He pressed a hand to her hair and attempted to smooth out a tangle. "I wouldn't." It sounded like he was just making normal conversation. So many conversations that concerned great events were said in normal tones. It was amusing really, when you thought about it. Calm people spoke about the deaths of hundreds, not angry, agitated people. Angry, agitated people were not in places of power.

"I wouldn't." He paused again. Their conversation seemed to be riddled with pauses. "I'd hate me too much."

She pulled away from him, just enough to look him in the eye. "Oh, Draco." Her hand went to his head and she forced him to look at her. "Not everybody hates you."

"They do." His response was fast. Too fast. It was something that was been burned into his mind by his father; she was sure of it. She felt bile burning in her stomach. Lucius disgusted her to no end.

"Then what do you call this?" she asked him.

He looked at her questioningly. "This?"

She gave him a chaste kiss on the lips. "You and me."

"This is…" He looked confused. "This is us," he answered simply.

"Is this hate?" She looked up at him, eyes full of curiosity.

"Sometimes…" He paused then rethought what he was going to say. "Mya, I think it was once. And then it changed, and now… It's not hate, and it's not love. I think it's just lust Mya."

He didn't look her in the eye.

She smirked and gave him a hard kiss, causing the both of them to lean onto the wall behind Draco's back. "I think you're in denial, Draco," she whispered into his ear.

He gave her a frightened look but then swallowed and his features went hard when he said,"I think I love you," to her.

She swallowed, hard, and then shut her eyes. "I think I love you, too."

Her eyes opened and she saw him looking at her in wonder. "This is insane, Mya."

"I know."

"It's like… like you wrapped my heart in a chain and now you tug it along wherever you go."

"I know what you mean." She pressed her lips against his and this time, there were no interruptions. They caressed each other's naked forms for a while before falling to the floor in a sweaty heap.

She leaned into his frame, he was lying on the floor, and she pressed her lips to his again. "I'm going to ask."

"Are you?" He looked so angelic lying on the floor. Angelic and sweaty and oh-so-shaggable.

"Yep." She gave his nose a kiss.

"Why?" He took her hand and pulled himself up from the floor in order to give her a kiss.

"Because."

"Because what?"

"Because I love you, silly." She smiled down at him.

He frowned, wrapping his arms around her feminine form. "I don't want him to do it because of you. I want him to want me."

"I'll tell him that I want a threesome. And I'll tell him that it's going to be with someone that I trust, someone that I love, and—"

He interrupted her. "Won't that hurt him?"

She looked at him questioningly. "What?"

"The fact that you love someone else?"

"We're the same Draco. We can all love one another."

"What?"

"He's the same as you and me."

He looked at her, confused once more. "What do you mean?"

She propped herself up on her elbows and stared at his chest as she traced circles around his nipples. "How do you think I got so good at healing?"

He was staring at her when she dared to raise her eyes to his. "Oh lord, Mya. I didn't know." He gripped her arms and rolled her over, so that she was on the bottom and he was on top. Pressing a kiss to her lips, he growled, "I didn't know."

She looked at him. "No one knows. In fact, even now, no one knows."

He shook his head. "I don't know anything."

She smiled at him, "That's right." Then sheplaced a kiss on his forehead.

"So… after you tell him all that stuff?" He prodded her, wondering what she was going to do.

"I'll tell him it's you."

"He'll refuse."

"I'll tell him that we'll be the samethis time."

"The same?"

"We'll all be on equal footing. We'll pretend to have no attachments. He'll put away whatever he feels for you and me. And I'll put away what I feel for the both of you. And you, you'll put away what you feel for us. And we'll be like strangers. Who know each other… but appreciate each other's bodies. And then, we'll just get it on." She growled the last part and kissed his lips rather hard.

"Just get it on?" Just like that? She had to be insane.

"Yes."

She was insane. "You think it'll be that easy?"

"Yes."

He jumped up from her and sneered at her. For a second she was ricocheted into the past when all he would do was sneer at her. And then she was back. "You just don't get it Mya!" He screamed at her prone form. "He hates me! You don't just put away differences like that and jump into bed because your best friend asked you to!" He paused. "Not that I'm calling you a bad best friend…" He went to his knees and shuffled over to her silent form. He placed a hand on her face, "he hates me. He hates me." He laid down next to her.

She smiled an unearthly smile and for a moment, he wondered what kind of knowledge she kept locked up in that brilliant mind of hers. "I used to hate you," she said as she took his fingers and pressed a kiss to his knuckles.

"I used to hate you, too." Where was this going?

"You love me now."

"You love me now, too."

"So what's different?" She startled him. And suddenly he was confused.

But he wasn't going to admit it.

He smiled at her. "You put up a particularly good argument. An argument that is so good, that I am unwilling to go into it with you."

"So you trust me?"

"I think I always have."

"Good."

"Why?"

"Because I can't wait to see you kiss him."

"And why, pray tell, is that?"

"Because it turns me on."

He leant over her and kissed her, hard. "God, Mya. I love you."

"I love you too, Draco."

Hopefully, none of the other prefects would go to the bathroom during this free block. Not that it would matter. Hermione had put a particularly complex charm on the door. Any person, or persons who came close to the door would immediately remember something important they had to do and walk away. Hermione had gotten the spell from the Quiditch World Cup.

Thank god Hermione was such a know-it-all.


Reviews

carly: I'm glad that you liked the first chapter! Is this soon enough for an update?

gryffxchick: I'm happy that you find this interesting.

nightgodess: Good weird or bad weird? And it's only okay? How do I make it better? C'mon person! Don't tell me that it's just okay and then not tell me how to fix it! I expect a longer review full of stuff on how to make it better! LoL. If you don't tell me, who will?

seifersfire: I know, there are not nearly enough HP/HG/DM fics out there. I happen to love them as well. I'm not sure if that "siriusly" was a pun or just a spelling error, but hey! I thought it was cute.

peachie1st: I've never written "mroe" before, but hey! There's a first time for everything. LoL, I'm just making fun of you. I've written more! See!

fallen-spirit: Have I ever told you how much I love you? You and your delightful reviews? If only everyone reviewed like you. Then I'd update as much as possible.

Yursh, many a time have I stumbled upon the much clichéd plot of Hermione, the wonderful good girl falling all over Draco because he's being abused. It annoys me when I find it in a story and yet it makes me want to read, just to see if it really is clichéd.

Oh, I wish I had an invisibility cloak too! Then I could stare at hot, naked, beautiful turkeys in the oven at the stores without getting into trouble! LoL, I bet you thought I was going to write something else. Well, I was. But then my mom walked in. LoL.

I love hamsters!

And yursh, Harry is an extremely forgiving person. He feels a "connection" to Draco because they've hint, hint both been through the same situations, apparently, as Hermione told him. And yursh, he likes Draco. Wasn't I a bit blatant about that? Like when I said, "It'd break your heart because I know that you like Draco too!"? I guess not. Well, let me clarify this. Harry does, indeed, like Draco. That's why he was so upset over Hermione kissing Draco. Not because she was kissing someone else, but because she was kissing someone that he wanted to be kissing. Tehe, how twisted.

Original? I like to think they're twisted. That's all my plots really are. Twisted, perverted thoughts I get every once in a while.

This isn't going to be a one-shot. All the reviews are wondering what's happening next, and so, I shall continue on with this story for a few more chapters until I forget where to go with the plot.

(That was the longest review response I have ever done.)

miyazawa kano: The heart upon the chain… well, that will be explained later. Or maybe it won't. I have no clue. It might just be mindless imagery of doom. I don't know. Ah, the breaks that broke were Draco's cuts. He was broken (the cuts) and they broke (they broke open).