Omigosh! I has reviewers! I would have updated this one after about three reviews, but I wasn't really following the progress on Combined Blood Tastes Sweeter. I also have another story idea that'll be called Eggs, for now.

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Me: You know what's really hot?

Draco: Threesome relationships?

Blaise: You and your pretty new girlfriend kissing?

Draco: OH! Foursome relationships. Your girlfriend can join us.

Me: Draco, keep it in your pants. I mean me, of course.

Blaise: And this has anything to do with you not being the owner of anything Harry Potter related?

Me: Of course not. But I still don't, even though you know I want you two to be mine. J.K. Rowling owns you guys. And won't answer my pleas for you.

Previously: "We know everything about you Hermione. Nothing slips past us when it comes to you. We love you."

Blaise moved forward and caught my mouth with his. Malfoy- Draco -moved behind me and trailed kisses down my neck. Their hands slipped all over my body caressing me in places I'd never been touched and I didn't even think of pulling away.

It wasn't until one of them put his hands down my pants that I woke up. I darted away from them and towards my lioness portrait, which covered the entrance to my dormitory. However, I turned back to them to spit out my opinion. "Is this what you do to every girl you meet. Let me guess, you've fucked every girl in the school and now you're turning to Mudbloods. You ran out of whores, and I'm not going to play this stupid game. I'll keep my mouth shut, too so you better stay quiet."

I rushed away, muttering my password to my portrait, and my words were barely legible. My door swung open and I collapsed on the bed, drops of blood falling from my cuts. I wasn't crying or anything, but my chest was heaving and my heart pounding. I said a quick Accio, and my clothes and knife followed me into my room. My cheeks flamed as I relived the moments that had just passed. I only had two words to describe the experience: holy shit.

Back with Draco and Blaise

Draco glanced quickly at Blaise, whose eyes were open wide staring towards their love's dorm. He felt a tight constriction in his chest and wasn't surprised to see a single tear on Blaise's cheek, or for his lover to turn on him.

"This is your fault, Draco. What were you thinking? You came on too strong, you scared her off. You told her we loved her."

"Really, Blaise, I'm not the one to blame here. She was fine with it until you tried to grope her! We'll get her back, don't worry. She won't be able to stay away from us."

Draco moved to Blaise and pressed his lips against the Italian boy's, and settled his hand on Blaise's erection. They retired to Draco's room, but neither of them was fully into their actions after what had happened.

Next Day

I was up at dawn, determined to get out of the Head rooms before the Slytherins. My cheeks still turned rosy at the thought of them, and to see them might send me way over the edge. I beat them to classes, but throughout Potions and Defense Against the Dark Arts I felt their eyes on me constantly.

I couldn't concentrate on Slughorn, I could hear them whispering. You know, when you have that gut feeling that certain people are talking about you, so no matter how far away you are from them you can hear their murmurs. It was making the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.

By Care of Magical Creatures, I was ready to scream. I told Hagrid I wasn't feeling good and I had to go back inside. He agreed, and I didn't mind since it was my last class. I only had three classes with them, which was what I was referring to Malfoy and Zabini in my head. Since I had Muggle Studies and I dropped Divination ages ago we only shared Potions, DADA and Care of Magical Creatures today. I went and read in the library, finding a copy of my long time favorite, Hogwarts, A History to pass the time.

I tried to sneak back to the Head dormitories around seven that night, assuming they would be at Quidditch practice. Unfortunately, I was wrong. I walked in the door to find Blaise sitting on the couch in the common room. He was humming completely out of key and he was surrounded by five or six empty Firewhisky bottles, and taking swigs out of another.

He looked up at me with a slightly confused look in his eyes and tried to stand up. I shrugged his arm off when he tried to put it around me. Zabini was muttering my name under his breath, in a sing-song way that would sound great if he hadn't been so laced.

I spoke firmly to him, like you might scold a child for drawing on a wall. "Zabini, are you drunk?"

"As a skunk." he shot back at me.

"Great. Where's Malfoy, go find him. I don't want to deal with you when you're totaled. I'm leaving." I was stopped by his drawling words behind me.

"My boy-toy is in the shower, awaiting my manly company. But I was waiting for you, Cara, to show you what I can do." I shivered at the tone in his voice and turned around. He held his knife tightly, gripping it so his knuckles turned white. I watched helplessly as it flashed against his wrist, against his main vein. I had cut there before, but not so deep and there was so much blood, all coming out at once and I didn't know what to do.

"Damnit Zabini, what the hell are you doing?" I yelled, and I heard the shower head in the bathroom stop.

I rushed over him and tried to remember a spell that would heal him, desperately racking my brain for one.

"Episkey." a melancholy voice came from behind me and I spun to see Malfoy, who could have very easily just been crying but it was unnoticeable from the shower water dripping over him. He did have a towel on, thankfully, so I mentally sighed and turned back to Zabini, who was looking at his healed arm in wonder.

However, my distraction left me vulnerable to the Stunning curse Malfoy hit me with moments later.

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