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For Breeann

Fandom: Harry Potter

Ship: Ginny/Draco/Blaise

Rating: M

Request: lots of smut. Weasley and trio bashing. Except the twins. And pretty much that's it, use your artistic mind for anything else

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"Hurry up, you two," Ginny hissed, waving for them to join her in the entrance of their home.

Draco and Blaise just smirked and continued to dawdle along the street, even stopping at the window of one of the local shops (one that she knew very well that they loathed) to browse rather than join her. Ginny muttered under her breath and turned to open the door, screw the both of them. (If she had her way, that would already be happening, but her boyfriends had decided to tease and torture her without giving her release. All damn day. She was just about ready to jump them and shag them in the middle of the street, never mind who saw.)

Looking back over her shoulder, she saw that Draco and Blaise were still further down the street than she'd like. Muttering, Ginny went inside and closed the door behind her. She'd barely taken her outer robe off when Draco and Blaise Apparated, appearing in the foyer and scaring the shit out of her.

"Fucking hell! Draco, Blaise, you absolute bastards!" Ginny yelled, hitting their shoulders.

They just laughed and pulled her into their arms, pressing hot kisses on either side of her neck. Their hands were all over her in moments, one undoing her shirt's buttons, another moving to cup her arse, another one stroking her exposed breast, another threading through her hair. She moaned wantonly in response, her body already sensitive from their earlier teasing.

They'd been in a restaurant, and she'd been eating and conversing when she'd felt Draco's hand brush against her thigh, almost causing her to choke on her food. Then Blaise had reached over the table for something, his hand resting against the small of her back and stroking a quiver out of her body as he returned to his meal. Then Draco had murmured something about a crumb, pressing his lips to hers and licking her, his hand higher on her thigh now. Blaise murmured the same thing a moment later, adding that Draco must have missed it entirely, a grin on his face as he kissed her, his tongue sliding into her mouth easily as his hand brushed along her ribs, dangerously close to the underside of her breast.

They echoed their ministrations now, but were far bolder, hands finally taking purchase and kisses becoming far more indecent. Ginny loved every second of it, arching her body against their hands, biting and kissing them in return, her hands touching every place she possibly could.

"Come on, Gin, scream like we know you want to," Blaise murmured into her ear.

Ginny grinned at him and bit her lip so she wouldn't let the scream out. Blaise nipped at her lobe, his tongue flicking out to the skin below her ear, a shudder coursing through her as Draco rubbed his leg between her thighs. The scream threatened to escape, and she bit down harder, determined not to let them win.

"You're going to scream sooner or later, love, might as well make it sooner," Draco said with a smirk, his hand squeezing her breast firmly in time with the motions of his leg.

She shook her head, holding Draco to her as she kissed him thoroughly, trying to make him give in and fuck her before she succumbed and screamed for them.

"Gin," Blaise groaned, his breath hot on her skin as he bucked his hips against hers wildly. "I love you. Please."

His confession and plead had her screaming in release, and she collapsed against them as they continued to tease and taunt her with their hands, lips, legs, and the hard bulges of their cocks.

"You're lucky I love both of you. That's yet another pair of knickers that are probably ruined," she muttered, but couldn't stop from smiling.

"I'll check," Draco offered, kissing his way down her exposed body, his head disappearing under her skirt.

"Fuck, Draco, a bit of warning next time, if you please!" Blaise muttered when Draco gave him a firm squeeze too.

"Where would be the fun in that?" Draco muttered, almost to himself. He pressed his fingers to Ginny's sopping wet knickers. "Definitely ruined," he murmured, smirking as she moaned, her hips hitching up against his fingers.

"Ohh, gods, Draco!" Ginny cried out as he shifted her knickers aside, using his fingers and tongue to continue his torture.

Blaise kissed her firmly, taking hold of one of her hands and guiding it down to his hard cock, moaning into her mouth in relief as Ginny stroked him in time with Draco's tongue, her hand coating him with precum easily. He thrust up into her fist, not caring that his actions almost knocked Draco aside. Ginny cared though, because she bit his tongue sharply when Draco stopped licking and stroking her.

"Here, love, hold this," Draco said, pulling her ruined knickers off and handing them to her.

Ginny grinned down at him, and he raised his eyebrows suggestively before slipping back under her skirt eagerly. She let out a moan of appreciation as Draco continued, and Blaise started to kiss her again. Ginny wrapped her wet knickers around Blaise's cock and started stroking him again, the material causing extra friction and making him hiss in pleasure against her neck.

"Fuck, you two are trying to kill me, aren't you?" Blaise groaned.

"Not at all, love. I just love to make you come undone," Ginny murmured, her fingers tracing his lip.

He grinned and flicked his tongue out against her fingertips. "You mean you just love to make me come."

"That too," she said, with a laugh, the sound turning into a gasp, her free hand fisting in Draco's hair. "Don't move, fuck, do that again," Ginny demanded.

Draco grinned, she could feel him grinning, and repeated his action. Ginny felt her knees get weak, and hooked a leg over his shoulder for support. Blaise held her up, thrusting into her fist once more, and she pulled him in for another kiss as she started stroking him again.

They could have continued for minutes or hours, but Ginny came again, her scream ringing in their ears as she clenched around Draco's tongue and fingers, barely able to keep her own hand moving for Blaise. Seeing her orgasm must have been enough, because he came too, his head falling against her shoulder as she stroked him dry. Draco licked Ginny dry, grinning wider than the Grinch as he moved out from under her skirt once more.

"Sorry to say, love, but looks like we ruined another skirt of yours too," he said with a smirk, seeing the mess on the material.

"Fine, you two win, I'll walk around naked for Christmas," Ginny muttered, slipping out of her skirt and letting it fall to the floor with the rest of her clothing.

"Don't be like that, love. You won't be the only one naked," Blaise promised, he and Draco already undressing completely.

She shook her head at them and kissed them both. "Now, Draco, I believe it's time for me to get my revenge. Go upstairs to our bed and wait for me there," Ginny instructed.

"Of course, love. I deserve nothing less," he replied, Apparating with a wink.

Ginny kissed Blaise and they followed after their lover.

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Don't throw up, don't throw up. It's not real, it's not real, it can't be real. Nope, not real at all. Don't throw up.

"Ron? What's wrong?" Hermione asked in concern, seeing the pale colour of his skin. Even his freckles seemed to have disappeared.

He couldn't bring himself to reply and simply held out the Christmas card to her. Frowning, Hermione took the card and looked at it. Her eyes widened at the sight of Ginny, Draco, and Blaise standing in front of a banner that read 'Merry Christmas', all three of them completely naked. Ginny was holding a gift box in front of her chest, and the banner that Blaise and Draco were holding covered their private areas. Now she understood Ron's expression. This couldn't be real, could it?

"Ginny wouldn't really do this, would she?" Hermione asked in horror.

"I don't know anymore. I never thought she'd willingly date a Slytherin, or two people, let alone those two god-awful Slytherins!" Ron muttered. "It's probably some sort of sick and twisted joke that they made her do."

"Hey, Ron! Have you seen the Christmas card Ginny sent with her, Malfoy and Zabini?" Harry asked, coming into the lounge room with his own card, the same photo attached to the front. "You got one too?"

He nodded weakly. "Did they send it to everyone?!"

"Well, I saw your mother screaming into a Howler-red envelope before coming here, so I'd say yes," Harry replied. "Sorry, mate. Looks like she's really gone to the dark side."

"Don't say that! It's not permanent! She's just under their control; she has to be. Ginny would never do anything like this!"

"Hey, you three. Coming to dinner?" Fred asked, popping his head into the lounge room.

"Oh, hey, you got a card too! Isn't it hilarious?" George said with a laugh, his head appearing above Fred's in the doorframe.

"Gred and I are going to do one for the new year," Fred said, wiggling his eyebrows with a grin.

Not one of them laughed, and George frowned down at Fred. "Tough crowd, Forge."

"I'll say, Gred... Maybe they don't appreciate the humour in Gin's Christmas card?"

"How can you think this is funny?!" Ron exploded.

"It's disgusting, that's what it is! She sent it to everyone in your family!" Harry said.

"Ginny should be ashamed, putting herself on display like that!" Hermione added.

"Why? I've seen less on Muggles at the beach. Both men and women, actually, but let's not discuss that any further," Fred said with a shudder.

"In fact, we've seen you in less, 'Mione - remember that blue bikini you've got? And you, too, Ron, in those bloody awful speedos you think make you look good," George said, trying not to laugh.

"And you, too, Harry. You went out and bought all of that tight-fitting clothing the moment you could stop wearing Dudley's hand-me-downs, and I swear some of it would have been inappropriate in public," Fred said.

"Now, let's dig down a bit further and see what the real issue is here, shall we?"

"Shall we start with parental issues - the gods know you've all got enough - or shall we just skip straight to your dirty dreams that you think are a punishment from a deity that's meant to be all-loving?"

"Oh, nice one, Forge."

"Thanks, Gred. Hmm, I don't think they've appreciated it, though," Fred said, seeing that all three were varying shades of red and Ron had a vein pulsing wildly on his forehead.

"Mum!" Ron yelled.

George and Fred looked at their youngest brother incredulously. "Really, Ronnie-kins?"

"You're still calling out for mummy dearest when someone says something you don't like?" George asked with a scoff.

"My oh my, what a pathetic little boy you are," Fred said, shaking his head.

"What's going on here?" Molly asked, wiping her hands on a tea towel.

"These three can't seem to see the humour in Gin's Christmas card."

"Oh, don't talk to me about that horrid thing! I'm so ashamed! I can't believe she sent it to everyone; even Great Aunt Muriel got one!" Molly sobbed, shaking her head.

Fred and George just laughed. "Might finally make the old cow smile. Or keel over," they added a little quieter, but Molly didn't hear over her sobbing.

"Geez, are you going to be acting like this all day?" Fred asked, looking between them in disgust.

"How can we react in any other way?" Ron demanded, glaring.

"By taking it with a pinch of salt," George replied.

"And a touch of humour," Fred finished.

"You know what, I don't think they're going to listen to us, Forge," George said to his twin.

"No, I don't think so either. Let's get out of here, Gred," Fred replied.

They nodded to each other, looped their arms together and Apparated.

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The doorbell rang loudly and multiple times, and Ginny laughed on hearing the twins' familiar ring.

"I told you they'd be here! Come on, pants on now. It's too bloody cold to be naked in this weather anyway," Ginny muttered, patting the bed to get Draco and Blaise out from under the covers.

They didn't want to agree, even though they knew Ginny was right, and simply Accio'd their pants and warmest robes to the bed. They were all changed in record time, Ginny slipping her jumper on as Fred and George knocked on the bedroom door.

"Hey, you three. Are you decent?" George called.

"Or should we bring the Christmas banner up?" Fred asked with a snicker.

"We're decent," Ginny said, opening the door to hug her brothers. "How'd everyone take it?"

"Oh, the usual: tears and dramatics, shame and dishonour, blah, blah, blah," they replied, shrugging.

"Nice to know they've got a sense of humour," Ginny said, rolling her eyes.

"Speaking of a sense of humour, dearest sister," George said.

"Not that we don't appreciate humour in any way, shape or form," Fred added.

"But why a naked photo?" they finished together.

"Draco and Blaise made a bet with me and I lost," Ginny said, shrugging.

Blaise and Draco chuckled, wrapping their arms around Ginny's waist as they kissed her.

Fred and George looked at each other, deciding that they really didn't want to know the details of that bet, no matter how humorous the outcome had been.

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End of prompt.

Thank you for reading, I hope you liked it!

Thanks to Breeann for the prompt!

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