(AN: So, due to the small number of reviews and high number of visitors and views I've decided that you guys must not know how to review. You press the button on the bottom of the page that says review, you write something nice, and press submit. This has been a PSA Also, I rewrote this chapter to lead the story in the direction I wanted it to go, and also because it sucked )
Blaise cupped her face gently, stroking the pad of his thumb across her cheek. She brushed a pretty pink and bit her lip. He bent down slowly to kiss her gently. She gripped his biceps and stood on her tiptoes to press her lips to his harder. She felt his tongue slide across her lower lip and she opened her mouth slowly and felt him slip his tongue into her mouth. She felt another pair of hands on her, holding her waist lightly, Draco. He kissed her neck and she moaned slightly. Blaise had one hand in her hair and the other still cupping her cheek. When Draco started moving his hands up she felt a sort of alarm go off in her head.
"Stop," she pulled away from Blaise and stepped away from Draco. She sat down on a chair, putting her head in her hands and closing her eyes.
Draco and Blaise walked over to her, they felt guilty for pushing her. "Cara? Are you okay? We're sorry, we didn't mean to upset you," he told her, getting down on his knees to look at her. She shook her head.
"No, it wasn't your fault at all, it was mine. I just freaked out a little bit, I'm sorry," she looked up at him and then to Draco, who looked confused.
"Love, don't apologize. We don't want to push you, we're fine going as fast or as slow as you like, don't ever feel bad about telling us to stop. We know we can get a little out of hand," he smiled a little, trying to cheer her up. She nodded.
She nodded, "I'm just, I can't," she was struggling for words. "I'm good at slow, I'm comfortable with it," she looked up at them. "I know that's not what you're used to, but that's who I am," she was blushing slightly, but she was good at holding her ground.
"That's fine Cara, we completely understand. We can go as slow as you like, it's all up to you," Blaise smiled at her. Draco nodded in agreement.
"Thank you, it means a lot," she stood up, "You two are amazing, you know that?"
"Yeah, we're pretty great," Blaise laughed and kissed her forehead. "It's still early, do you wanna go for a walk or something?" she smiled and nodded. She stretched her arms up and felt them staring at her.
"Um, Hermione, what are you wearing?" Draco asked, looking her up and down. She was still in her pajamas from when she stormed out this morning. She was wearing some tiny black shorts and a too-big sweatshirt over a sports bra. She blushed.
"My pajamas. I was rudely awoken and dragged out of bed and then I stormed out after slapping Ronald. I should probably get dressed," she tried to pull her shorts to make them longer.
Draco and Blaise looked at her long toned legs appreciatively. "Would you like to go back to your dorm or would you like me to transfigure you clothes?" Blaise asked, laughing slightly.
"The latter please, I have no desire to risk running into him," she grumbled. Blaise stood and pointed his wand at her, her instinct told her to grab her wand. Her brain told her instinct to shut up. She felt the clothes vibrate before she was in a pair of skinny jeans and a Slytherin V-neck t-shirt. She crossed her arms.
"Really? That's very mature," she rolled her eyes. Draco eyed the shirt.
"Love, you look good in our house colours," Draco and Blaise both seemed to have a strange expression in their eyes. She shook her head and pointed her want at her shirt, turning it a pale pink.
"You two looked a little too pleased with the shirt," she raised an eyebrow at them. Draco smirked and Blaise had the decency to look a little ashamed.
"Sorry Cara, but you look good in anything so I don't know what you expect us to do," Blaise smiled slyly, she just laughed and shook her head.
"You two will be the death of me," she laughed. She transfigured her socks into a pair of black Convers and walked out of the classroom. The boys were following her closely until she stopped dead in her tracks. Blaise would've run into her if Draco hadn't grabbed his arm, jerking him to a stop.
"What was that-," Blaise stopped mid-sentence. The wall in front of Snape's classroom had been graffiti-ed.
Hermione Whore Granger is sleeping with Malfoy and Zabini
She felt like she couldn't breathe. Hot tears were making their way down her face and she was shaking. Blaise wrapped his arms around her, pulling her away from the wall so she couldn't see it anymore. He was about to ask if she was okay when Snape came out of his room.
"Draco, Blaise, Miss Granger, what are you three doing here?" he asked in his usual drawl with a sneer on his face. Draco didn't say anything, just pointed to the wall. Snape's eyes narrowed as he read it. He waved his wand and the hurtful words disappeared.
"Professor, Hermione's really shaken up, can you do something about that?" Draco asked angrily. He was furious that someone had caused his girlfriend to breakdown for the second time that day. His eyes narrowed.
"Weasley, he and Hermione had a confrontation about her dating us this morning. She said he was really pissed off about it," Draco growled.
Blaise was working on calming her down. Her breathing was returning to normal and she wasn't shaking anymore. She closed her eyes. "I can't believe he would do that, I know he was angry but, still," she shook her head. She was in shock, and she was hurt. Not to mention, she was angry, she told him to leave her alone. She was none of his business anymore!
"Well, Miss Granger, I will talk to the Headmaster and get this sorted out. I do not approve of violating the school's property," he said in a monotonous tone. He swept away. Draco rolled his eyes; He knew his godfather didn't approve of Weasley's way of revenge either. Too cowardly. However, he was sure that his godfather would help him and Blaise plan their own revenge. He was a little confused about why he didn't ask about his relationship with Hermione. He shook it off, no need to be worried over something he was probably making up in his mind.
"Love, are you okay?" Draco rubbed her back. She nodded slowly.
"Yeah, I'm fine. I'm just, I don't know upset, angry, hurt?" she rested her head on Blaise's shoulder.
"Why don't we just watch some muggle movies in the room of requirement and relax? It's been a hectic morning," Blaise suggested. Hermione nodded and stood up. She swayed a little, still a little shaky.
"Would you kill me if I carried you? You look like you're going to fall over," Draco asked laughing slightly.
Hermione was tired, tired of Ron, tired of constantly breaking down. She didn't even feel like herself. She just nodded and held up her arms. Draco He looked shocked; he hadn't expected her to agree. He picked her up bridal style and she curled into him. He looked worriedly at Blaise.
"Are you okay 'Mione? You've been through a lot and I'm sorry. It's Draco's and my fault, but are you going to be okay?" he asked her softly.
She nodded, "I'm just tired of his childish behavior and I'm tired of how I seem to have no control over my emotions," she sighed. The boys nodded. None of them spoke as they walked up to the seventh floor and Blaise paced to open the door. A large couch, a muggle telly, and a shelf of movies appeared.
Hermione had fallen asleep on the walk up. Draco laid her gently on the couch and carefully sat next to her, gesturing for Blaise to join him. Blaise put in Monty Python and The Holy Grail before curling up next to Draco. Draco wrapped his arms around his boyfriend, kissing his temple and relaxing into the couch. They fell asleep like that, the three of them. They were curled up and resting, for a little while.
The boys woke up to Hermione's screams.
(AN: I like this chapter a lot better this time around. I'd love to hear if you guys do too!)
