Not much to say except that this is an explicit chapter and only gets more explicit as the chapter progresses. First scene is a bit on the dark side. Y'all won't like me after you read it, but I do hope you like the last scene :)
Look forward to the continuation of their... moment together before things turn for the worse. I will edit it tomorrow morning and post the edited chapter some time around five. All mistakes are solely mine T.T
A/N at the bottom.
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Chapter Ten
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*~ Fated to be ours ~*
Ci credi nel destino
Monday December sixteenth, 1996
Quidditch field
A solitary figure emerged from the hidden passage beneath the Quidditch stands. Her dark brown eyes were fixated solely on the heavens as the Adonis' of Hogwarts' richest, aristocratic house took flight; eclipsed by the gleaming light of the moon, the redheaded Gryffindor was completely hidden from their eyes. Not that she would allow them so her, given the circumstances of their practice. She stole away in the night to seek comfort and execute her plan precisely as it has been previously foretold. A promise, a blessed gift. A smile formed upon her lips at the prospects of finally acquiring what she so desperately wanted. Love. A simple notion, but meant everything to her. Standing her way, though, was a nuisance of astronomical proportions. Her flaming hair red was set ablaze with the resentment and utter vengeance. She will get what she wanted, even at the cost of another's life.
"There you are, Weasley."
The woman turned, smiling at her acquaintance. "It's so good to see you as well, McLaggen."
Cormac regarded the youngest Weasley skeptically. It was true that Ginny Weasley was not one for simplicity, or even kind words but he somehow fell for the easy trick of believing that she was kind to extend that pleasantry. Concerned, though, he kept his distance.
"So, I'm here." he told her, pointing out the obvious just as her attention turned back to the men racing each other in the night sky on their expensive brooms. No doubt a generous gift provided by their Captain's father. Every year was a different gift, she noted. This one happened to be bribery to allow the slithering Malfoy heir captain. "What do you want?"
"It's not what I want you should be asking, McLaggen. It's what you want." Ginny was speaking in rhymes and he wasn't particularly fond of her raillery.
Ginny stepped away from the perimeter of the stands and beckoned him to follow her. When she sensed it was safe enough to talk, she turned on her heel and pivoted around in one graceful move. Her hair swung around her shoulders as a sinister grin formed on her lips.
"I have a proposition for you that I find that you won't be able to pass up once I tell you of its… unique beneficial factors."
"Look, whatever you're planning, I don't want in on it," he snarled, not wasting a breath to tell her that he had no interest in her little schemes. "I've told you this once and I'll tell you again," he stepped forward, his towering frame overpowering her smaller one," I'll get Granger on my own terms. I don't need a slut like you trying to interfere with my plans."
"And, what are your plans, Cormac?" She giggled, though a nasty retort about Granger was forming behind her comical words.
How dare he call her a slut when there were bigger harlots that roamed Hogwarts' halls! Pansy Parkinson for one; she was known to be extremely promiscuous and, according to the florid rumors among the student body, had slept with over half the older students, girls included. Ginny was no better, she was afraid. She found sex to be incredibly fulfilling, even with blokes that didn't know what the fuck they were doing, but to think there was still innocence amongst them was an absurdity that she would soon vanquish. Granger may not have done something to hurt her as she had done to her. The simple fact of seeing and knowing that she had something she could not touch drove the passion within her to seek vengeance and rid her of the girl.
For years she's watched him. Drowned in the shadows of others, Ginny had engaged him from the sidelines, hoping, waiting, and watching for the chance to be with him.
Blaise was no ordinary wizard. She knew that. He was physically built, intelligently charming and there was something else about him that she was enchanted with that she couldn't place.
Ginny moved closer to him, her eyes roaming over his body. She would never admit this out loud, but McLaggen was quite handsome. With golden blonde hair and vividly bright green eyes, his physical appearance was quite easy on the eye. McLaggen was the focus of all the girls' fantasies. All the girls, including her at one point, fawned over the Quidditch player. Not for his bravery for eating doxy eggs due to a bet to prove his masculinity. Of course, the fool accepted the challenge in the end and landed himself almost two weeks in the Hospital Wings as a punishment for consuming the nearly deadly eggs. The girls didn't like him because he was intelligent or concerned with the greater good. The only thing they fancied him for was what lied below the belt. McLaggen, among a good handful of the male population, had quite the reputation for delivering an Outstanding when it came to sex. Just as a lot of the girls, Ginny was smitten by the mere idea what he could do in the boudoir.
"See," she giggled finally, inching closer to him. Cormac drew back as her hand came forward, her fingers climbing up and into the exposure of his button down shirt. He hissed. "You don't have a plan. And, if you did, it's not a very good one."
It was as if she could see the uncertainty through his eyes. Of course he had a plan, but like she so graciously pointed out it wasn't very good.
"Let me guess," she pulled away, "You thought you could just whisk her away on some romantic escape? That, dare I say, is the most ridiculous load of rubbish that I have ever heard. Granger may be a prudent old witch, but she's not dumb enough to fall for such primitive means of courting. Did you honestly think that she would?"
When Cormac didn't answer, Ginny took the initiative to keep talking, finding this bit of information a bit liberating to say the least.
It was no secret that he fancied her. Ever since the bloody Yule Ball, he's had his eyes dead set on the annoying little bitch. She turned more eyes than one that night. Ginny knew because she had been watching him closely that night. Something had felt off and she wanted to make sure nothing changed between them. But, it did. Every fucking thing that could have gone wrong had indeed happened. Whatever infatuated feeling she had experienced with him had amplified, as if someone had turned a small knob on her heart to the highest setting. She felt overly jealous, hatful, and vengeful toward the girl despite her not being the culprit behind her sudden, drastic change.
Even so, Ginny loathed her. Everything about her sent a raging fire of hatred to ignite within her.
"To be quite truthful, I don't know what you see in her." Ginny told him.
It was his turn to grin. "Oh, don't give me that shite."
She stared at him, alarmed with confusion.
"I don't fancy her because she's smart or gorgeous. Well, that's not entirely true. I do like that she can think with her own mind and she it's entirely boring. Aside from that, I just find her… quite fuckable. Imagine- "his green eyes lit up," –shagging the brains behind the bronze, one third of the Golden Trio and all that shite. Many guys fancy her only to get into her skirt. No one's had the courage to at least try because, let's be honest Princess, she's unapproachable and she's always with someone whether it be your brother, Potter or Malfoy."
Malfoy, she thought with a jolt. Suddenly, she felt startled by his less than pleasant acumen behind his attraction to the Mudblood.
"If I didn't think it was so absurd," he casted his eyes above them, trying to bring forth the right words," I think Malfoy fancies her as well. Now, that would be something to witness, or at least hear about. Slytherin Prince and Gryffindor Princess. Malfoy isn't exactly the romantic time either, Doll. He'd use her just as quickly as I would. If not, he'd get rid of her as soon as he could. At least I'd have the decency to date her for a week or two before moving onto my next target. Lavender Brown isn't a bad catch, either. Though, I've heard she's already spread her legs for Weasley. You know all too well that I don't touch used things." He winked dispassionately at her. "Remember when I took your virginity, Ginny? You were, what, in your fourth year? During the Yule Ball, I tempted you into a dance, lead you away from the oaf of a wizard Longbottom and took you out to the Black Lake and fucked you senselessly under the moonlight."
It was probably then that her demeanor changed. After being treated with such disrespect and being dumped not more than two weeks later, Ginny had confided in herself to rid the evil that had tainted her body and soul. What Cormac did to her haunted her dreams, distorted her view of the world, and sent her into madness known to no other. She hated him for he did, but she was also grateful for the experience. If she hadn't known true abuse, she wouldn't have felt the need to seek solitude and comfort from someone who would help heal her. Throwing herself at men just for a moment of release would bring others to question her morals but they needn't worry. They weren't her and she was free to do whatever she damn well pleased.
"I remember," she said coolly, remembering something that she truly would like to forget. Obliviating her would be a great option if he wasn't so dead set on making her remember for the rest of her natural life. That's just how Cormac worked; he liked to see others suffer.
He smirked," Out of all the women I've had, you were by far the sweetest." Cormac reached out and pushed back a stray hair. As he did, he leaned in and placed a kiss upon her neck. "But, as all sweet things do, they become sour." With a final kiss, he withdrew back slightly only to bite her hard on the neck. She let out a howl, which was only muted by the charm that he casted upon them after arriving to their secret location. "Ah, my dear. Quiet, or your beloved amour will hear."
Ginny shutter involuntarily as the sting of the bite filled her with the sweetest sensation. Her entire body was on high alert, waiting for him to surprise it with a love bite.
None came.
Instead, Cormac withdrew from her, chuckling as he walked around the small amount of space set before them.
An eerie silence fell upon them until Cormac decided to speak.
"I want Granger like I've never wanted anyone else. So much so that it's become my secret obsession. I can't stop thinking about her; for fuck sake's all my wet dreams nowadays are of me fucking her raw from behind or stretching her arse out with my cock. It's become a dark, sadistic fantasy of mine to claim and mark her. I want her, and not just for one night. I want her, always,"
Ginny wasn't too sickened by his insatiable appetite for the human flesh. Knowing that he felt this way towards Granger did send the wrong kinds of vibes to go through her body. Of course, Granger was wanted by most of the male population; anyone who didn't want her was either foolish or unresponsive to women. The redhead had to admit it. If she didn't harbor so much hatred for her, she would have fallen for her beauty not her physical adaptation, but the beauty of her mind and soul as well. Perhaps, that's why Blaise was so smitten by the young witch. She was innocent; Ginny was not. And, that was one of the reasons that drove her to do the unthinkable and form horrid alliances with evil.
"I'm sure you'll be getting something this little tryst." drawled Cormac dramatically to emphasize his point.
Ginny regarded him with considered ease. "Of course. Why else would I ask you to aid me in my plans if there wasn't something I want?"
It was like their two minds thought alike. A connection from sharing countless nights together throughout the years and solidified some sort of relationship with one another. Whether it was primarily sexually driven by their teenaged hormones. Eccentrically bold of them, their relationship worked through that dominance of power and strength.
"I don't know, Weasley. You've always been driven by some unknown spark. "he winked mischievously. "So long as you set your mind to it, you'll destroy anyone or anything that stands in your way."
"Oh, how incredibly dead right you are McLaggen."
A moment passed before the question of what she wanted him to do finally surfaced.
"How can I lend you my services, Red?"
Ginny smirked wildly as she exposed the true nature of her plan to her former lover.
A resounding cheer of victory caressed the air as another Bludger was tossed into one of the three loops high above them. The team let out another howl, disrupting the calm, winter night with their triumph. The Slytherins were too quick to celebrate the small victory, though. Their captain, the Malfoy heir watched from the fields, his chin pointing to the skies as his team struggled to keep up with the enchanted Quidditch balls. A known specialty of his, especially when he knew they've been drinking the previous night. If they wanted to drink themselves stupid and expect him to be lenient, then they had another thing coming. He would've been up there, maneuvering through the sky like lightning if it wasn't for the disaster that awaited him if he didn't rectify the situation know.
"Bloody hell," he muttered to himself. "Took the bastard long enough."
Above him, he could feel a disturbing presence. Of course Zabini would be worried, watching him quietly from the highest seat. Ever since that night, he hasn't let him out of his sight.
"Alright there, mate?" he asked, his black eyes capturing his.
Draco looked up but remained silent. At least he could count on Blaise for sobering up before practice. He's never seen him drink before. He highly doubted that the Italian couldn't take his liquor and if he were to drink, he had the decency to come to practice without smelling like a blazing fire.
Instead of addressing him, he turned to his team and shouted," That's enough. Locker rooms now!"
Groans filled the air as the young Malfoy heir sauntered into the locker room without another word and plopped himself down on the nearest bench. His fellow housemates soon joined him, each voicing their concerns and dreads as they too were exhausted to say much as some of them moved toward the showers while others took rest on the floor and benches. Draco couldn't very well blame them for their negative ruin; their practice didn't exactly go according to plan and it didn't meet any of the expectations that he set for his team. He was angry at their performance and even angrier at himself for allowing them to not meet up to each other individual potentials. He was a shite captain. Or, maybe, they have always been that horrible.
"That," he began, trying to keep his anger leveled," had to be the worst play I have ever seen. How do you expect us to win against Gryffindor if that's the best you can give me? What the hell is wrong with you lot?"
Several of them looked as if they were about to be hissed at by Basilisk
"Shove off, mate." one of his Beaters reprimanded. "Why tried our best. Isn't that what matters?"
"If half my team being drunk off their arses and wasted was the best then they could do," Draco growled," I'm very much like to see was exceptional performance really looked like."
"One practice," the same man said with an annoyed roll of his eyes. "The game is three weeks away. We have plenty of time to shape up before then."
"Three weeks." Draco amused himself with his words. "Yes, less than two weeks to turn a group of wankers into the best team Hogwarts has ever seen in the last century. Highly probable, but we don't live in fucking imagination land. Now, tell me. What was that all about? Did you drink too much, stayed up to late? Dear fucking Salazar, someone better tell me, or I'll- "
"Malfoy, calm down."
Draco turned and glared at Zabini for speaking out of term. "Calm down?" he reiterated softly, his eyebrows drawing together in detest. Perhaps, it wasn't his team he should be mad at. He should be mad at himself for asserting his anger upon them so readily. "Calm down? How in bloody hell
Blaise didn't back away in the slightest at his captain's rising anger. In fact, he felt liberated to finally address the issue that would be his ultimate downfall. If he didn't control his anger, he feared that he very well be stripped of his position, or worse. He simply couldn't allow that to happen, no matter how much he tried to intimidate him.
"We tried our best, Malfoy. Your regime was a sudden change to all of us and we're not used to working this hard. At least, under the leadership of Flint he didn't drill us until our arses fall off or try to intimate us by threatening us every other second."
"Flint," he began, flashing him an evil glare," wasn't exactly known for his tactical maneuvers on the field. He failed third year and had to repeat it. I highly doubt that's the man that you all should be looking up to for inspirational guidance." He all but growled the end part. He was so damn frustrated that even the calming sensation that spread from his wrist, up his arms, and clasped his shoulder could assuage his anger. "Either get yourselves together or get the fuck off the team. I won't tolerate laziness from this day forward, provided by sheer ignorance for the game or your inability to make hangover potions."
With a visible swirl of his magic, he sent his players to race either back to the showers or out the locker room. The only one that didn't run from him was Blaise, who continued to stand his ground even after the last faucet turned off the water drained down to the ground.
Blaise never seen him so agitated and it worried him.
Cautiously, he took a step forward and almost landed square on his arse when he found that Draco had given up his seat on the bench and was standing right in front of him.
He sighed. "Look," he began, the pain evident in his eyes," I-I don't know what came over me and I just exploded. I expected more out of them and… fuck!" Draco let his magic lash out just a bit before coaxing it to calm down. "I just feel so angry…"
Blaise watched silently as Draco ran his fingers through his blonde locks. He waited, though. For the moment when it would be safe for him to walk towards him and comfort him. When he did, Draco reached out and wrapped his arms around his midriff and sighed into his abdomen. He relished in the sensation of their bodies connected so intimately. It calmed him.
"Though I can't justify your reasoning for lashing out on them, I can understand your agitation." Blaise said finally. "Talk to me."
Draco glanced up and captured his eyes. There was something hauntingly beautiful about the way he looked at him. As if he couldn't do wrong, he was able to keep his temper and allow him the time he needed to collect himself.
If it was one thing he could count on, it was Blaise's love and patience.
With his kind words, Draco buried his head into his Quidditch jersey. "I'm so sick of waiting."
"Waiting for what?"
"Whatever that is coming." He looked up, pushing himself slightly away from Blaise. "What's happening between us has become too much for me to bear. Any moment I fear that," he paused, gulping at the sudden realization of what he was about to confess," I fear that I won't be able to stop myself once we're together."
"I thought you had this crippling fear of uniting as one."
"I did," he told him with a smile. "Until I realized there wasn't anyone I would rather make love to than you and her."
Blaise wasn't entirely convinced that this was all he wanted to share. He felt it too. The lurking presence of something foul as it kept a close distance. Whatever it was, it was becoming a rather huge nuisance to them both. They both knew not to keep their guards down, especially ever since the incident. They still haven't confronted the conniving Gryffindor, but they plan to do so soon. The whore wasn't going to get away with harming her. Until then, they were going to keep a close eye on the girl.
"We're going to need to talk to Snape soon. Reckon he's already heard what the whore did to Hermione and we might as well prepare ourselves for the night of the Yule.
"I don't think we have to fuss about that night, Blaise."
"What makes you think that?" asked the Italian. "We haven't spoken the Snape about the incident nor have we figured out what Weasley wants with Hermione. She could be planning anything and you know what the Yule means for us."
"I know."
Draco looked up at him and asked," What are you thinking?"
There was a moment of hesitation on his part but that didn't stop him from answering his question. "I'm thinking that we need to give her our vows the night of the Yule. Otherwise, we may not have another chance to full connect with one another."
"And, you think that is wise?"
"Why wouldn't it be? The Yule is our time."
"That may be true, Blaise but that doesn't mean it's safe for us to do so. That whore can still ruin it for us, Draco. Whatever she's planning, we need to figure out and fast. Until then, I suppose we can go to Snape and prepare for the Yule."
The Malfoy heir considered this for a moment before speaking. He was very interested in how the night would play out since only one of them could ask her to attend the Party. They knew very welcomed what she was feeling, no matter how hard she tried to conceal it. Her symbol was the culprit of exposing all her secrets; neither of them would have known half the things if it wasn't for the small little symbol upon her wrist.
Almost on cue, their eyes met. If it was possible for them to be thinking about the same thing, they were. Neither of them wanted her to feel neglected or underappreciated. They wanted to be there for her and take her to the Yule Party but they couldn't. At least, not all together. Before they could announce to the world of their relationship, the needed to consummate it. Under the moonlight of the winter moon, it was the only way they could do so. Their symbols were all slowly forming together as one and it was only during the winter apex that they could truly come together heart, body, and soul. But, there was something that obviously standing in their way. As it has been foretold, a connection between three would face extremities the likes of which a connection between two have ever seen. Aphrodite was an unforgiving mistress and she had her own heart set on ripping them apart. The catch is, how was she going about it.
"We need to speak to Snape as soon as possible. If what you've told me, the longer Weasley harbors these feelings towards me, the weaker she becomes and the easier the target for Aphrodite."
The blond Slytherin rose form his spot and cupped his lover's cheeks. Black met smoldering grey in a never ending battle of requited love. They've fought so hard, planned so strategically despite this wonderful finale to their endless worry. Neither of them thought they would reach this point, nor did they think it would be as wonderful as it had turned out. Grateful for this opportunity to exploit their love for one another.
"We'll go to him tomorrow. For now…" Draco leaned in and kissed him. It was chaste kiss, meant to sooth him but as their lips moved together it grew more intense. Blaise's hand came to rest on his lips and a feral growl escaped him. The aggressive git was getting turned on!
"Warning you now, mate," said Blaise," I'm not the only one on the brink of explosion."
"Maybe that's exactly what I want, Zabini," murmured Draco, trailing his lips down his neck to his collarbone. "Fuck, it's been entirely too long."
"It has."
A hiss sounded form him but his lover did not relent. Boldly, he touched the contours of his Quidditch pants and snickered soundly to himself. Blaise was indeed on the brink of exploding, and not in a good way. He wasn't about to submit to his desires when there was one little piece of them missing from the scene. They needed their girl.
"I think we should go so I can sort out this problem."
"It's probably too bold of me to suggest that we just rectify your little problem here, hmm?"
Blaise chuckled darkly. "Not if you want Hermione to feel left out. Our little princess wouldn't know what to do with two men going at it."
"Want to test the theory."
"I'll leave you alone so you can." He pushed past him whilst removing his sweater. It was hot in the locker rooms and the heat from the water still hadn't settled. Either someone had used up all the hot water or placed a very powerful heat charm inside the Slytherin pit. "That way, you'll be the one to get in trouble.
The Italian could feel his lover's eyes roam over his athletic body and images of the two of them sprawled in front of the fireplace with the last piece of their soul was all too inviting. Revengeful, Blaise shook his head and sent him a picture that truly took him by surprise.
"You have a dirty mind, Zabini," growled Draco as he too stripped himself of his clothing and tossed his shirt into his locker. A loud hiss echoed throughout the tented room. "Shite, I've got to go."
"Go where."
"Head's room. I just remembered we have a bloody test tomorrow and it completely slipped my mind. Mind if we just do a cleaning spell? At least that way Hermione will only reprimand us for not studying enough."
Blaise shrugged, digging through his locker and pulling out a dark shirt. With a wave of his wand, Draco removed all traces of their practice, leaving their skin clean and pristine. It was as if a single drip of mud touched their skin.
"I guess I can go and say hi to Hermione." He turned around with a smirk. "Thanks for telling me about the test, mate. It'll be fun to join in on her scolding since you're the only one who forgot."
With a frown, Draco rummaged through his locker, pulled out a clean shirt and pulled it over his head.
Monday, November Twelve, 1996
He arrived like a dark knight. He scanned the room and instantly his eyes landed on her. Frightened beyond compare and equally enchanting as he remembered, Blaise was immediately entranced by the young witch that stood her ground. Posed with the grace of a queen, Hermione was the most gorgeous thing he has ever had the pleasure of laying eyes on. The first thing he noticed was nervousness; she was known to be strong and independently stable. For years he's thought and wished for this moment, and not that it was here, he was going to do everything in his power to make a good first impression.
"Granger," he extended a hand politely.
Hermione quickly turned to Draco, who assumed a position beside her. With an encouraging nod and a hand placed firmly on the small of her back, she turned and extended her own hand.
Blaise took her hand and brought it to his lips. He placed a gently kiss to the fingers of the hand that held her symbol and smiled.
She visibly shuttered at the unexpected way he greeted her. "Z-Zabini.
Oh, Merlin. Why did she have to be so unbelievably nervous? She couldn't allow her newly blossoming feelings for the Slytherin make her forget all the years of torment held behind those deep eyes.
"It is nice to see you again."
"Likewise," she whispered dumbly. It wasn't every day that she had the opportunity to speak to both the Princes of Slytherin. She could tell that they were thinking the same thing about her. "Shall we sit?"
He nodded stiffly. Evidently, Blaise was just as nervous as she was. Anticipating something like this had forced both their minds to turn into mush. It wouldn't be unlikely if one of them completely falter underneath the other's penetrating gaze.
Hermione sat down first, guiding her skirt so that it rest well underneath her body. Draco took a seat next to her, the distance between the quite strained. While they became comfortable on the couch, Blaise took a seat opposite of them as to allow more direct communication between them. His black eyes never once left her.
Feeling a bit more nervous than she had been, Hermione fidgeted around until a hand came to rest on her shoulder. Draco didn't say anything but nodded at Blaise who seemed to take the calming gesture the wrong way.
"I think it's time for us to all speak." said Draco with a small sigh. "We're all young adults here and there shouldn't be any reason that we can't discuss this like adults. It's a very sensitive situation and I'd like you both to express what you're feeling, if you're feeling anything at all."
She was grateful that he wasn't allowing their nervousness and childish behavior to procrastinate the conversation any further.
"Of course," came Blaise's response. Low and definitively masculine, Hermione didn't know whether to blush profusely at liking his voice and allow him to see or turn away and hide the fact that she was attracted to him. "Granger, would you like to go first?"
No, not really but she somehow found the courage to speak what was on her mind. "This is all new to me." She confessed something that they already knew. "Soulmates, connections, symbols- all of it sounds like a load of rubbish." Hermione didn't miss the hint of hurt in both their eyes; her wrist burned slightly to emphasize what she saw flash through Blaise's eyes. "As absurd as it sounds, I find myself even more mystified the deeper I delve into the subject."
Trelawney may be an old coot but the subject of soulmates became instantly fascinating to Hermione. Even though she hated the Professor, it didn't stop her from reading up on the subject from old textbooks and getting special permission to the Restricted Section of the school's library. Anything that would either validate the topic or refute it, Hermione got her hands on as much information as she possibly could before the notion that books wouldn't be able to help her. She needed to speak to the men that she shared this with and so came this night.
"Sounds very much like you, Granger." Blaise smiled. "To become so passionate with something you don't quite understand speaks to the natural inquisitor within you. You can't learn any of this in a book and to think that you came to that conclusion before you got the wrong bit of information. I have to commend you for your bravery to come to us. I really appreciate it, Hermione."
It was the first time he used her name and she found herself wanting to hear him say it more. For some strange reason, all the nervousness went away. A smile formed on her face and she knew the night would be blessedly charmed by the beginning of their union.
After a lengthy bath, Hermione was finally free from the debris that came with roaming the dirty halls from one class to another. Content with how clean she had become, she walked into her chambers and searched through her drawers for her favorite bra and knicker set. Sitting untouched on her dark red sheets was Draco's sweater. She fully intended to surprise him by wearing it and she knew that he would most definitely enjoy the gesture. As innocent as it looked, she hoped it would be taken the wrong way.
"Why would it?' she asked herself as she dried her hair with her wand and tossed her towel into the laundry basket. "He'll love it."
With that motivation, Hermione found the set she was looking for.
Smiling, she tossed the mauve set onto the bed while she wrestled her hair into submission. Fifteen minutes later, she was able to make her hair lay flat against her back. After pulling it into a low ponytail, Hermione turned her attention to the matching lace bra and knickers that she had bought not too long ago. During a trip to Hogsmeade, Lavender convinced her to buy it during their routine girl's day out to the little village. Far from the experienced witch, Hermione eventually bought the set along several others. Though it would be a long time before either of her boys would see her without clothing, she still wanted to feel like a girl and what girl wouldn't want to indulge themselves. Even if it was to make themselves feel more feminine.
Hermione exhaled deeply, her finger tips touching the lace bra before picking it up. She got dressed quickly, but not before she took a look at the full sized mirror in the corner of the room.
Stunned by how she looked, she almost dropped Draco's sweater.
She didn't know that she had such nice curves! Never did she imagine that her body looked as incredible or sexy as it did. Granted, she wore baggy clothes and hid her body seeing that wasn't appropriate behavior for a young woman do. Stunned be the revelation, she continued to explore her newly found body. Roaming her hands up and down her waist, Hermione discovered that she was gifted with curves that any girl would be jealous of, an arse that any guy would love to squeeze, and a nice bust that she used to loath when she was on the verge of blossoming into the woman that she was now. Hermione could honestly say she's never felt this extravagant in her entire life.
More than extravagant, a little voice told her.
Hermione almost giggled at hearing their voices. Leave it to her boys to try to get a glimpse into her mind. Like them, she was fairly gifted in closing her mind from them. She heard them protest until the connection between their minds became silent. With a delightful laugh, she moved to her bed and put on Draco's sweater without a remorseful thought.
Her princes loved to tease her, so why couldn't she tease them?
Content with her decision, she made her way to the common room dressed only in his sweater. Grabbing a book from her dresser, she left her chambers. A blissful smile played on her reflection's face as she watched the original witch stroll away.
After some time in the common room it became apparent that their practice would run later than expected. Hermione, having read her favorite book countless times, found not comfort in the ancient tome of text. With a sigh, she placed her book onto the coffee table and inclined back against the soft, fluffy pillows. She had ditched her usual spot and summoned a motley of pillows to arrange themselves like a giant bed upon the floor. Deep purple throws and velvet sheets were tossed about irregularly to resemble one of those lovely bohemian beds. Provided by the freedom the floor could only bring, she allowed her imagination to flourish and come up with this romantic setting that she was sure that her boys would both love. She even went as far as charming Draco's sweater, too. A secret she was going to keep to herself until they accidently stumble upon the enchantment.
A soft giggle escaped her. Who knew that finding and believing in oneself could lead to this? Oh, what a feeling! She felt as one with them as she should have been from the start and all thanks to opening to them first. She was convinced that she wasn't good enough for either of them, but she was mistaken. She was good for them. Hermione felt it in her heart.
Sounded ignited from the other side of the portrait but she ignored it. Once again, the school was restless with activity; Hermione wasn't one for wandering the corridors late at night or sneaking into the kitchens as the twins have done so many times during their school years at Hogwarts so she couldn't sympathize with them at all. She would never understand anyone's fascination with breaking the rules or running around like a maniac when they could very well be caught. Oh well, with a penchant for rule breaking, anyone would find it worthwhile.
Hermione turned onto her stomach and sighed blissfully. Whatever enchantment she put on the pillows was doing a wonder on her anxieties. With charms like these, one could very easily fall asleep…
A loud bang sounded from the other side and she heard deep, argumentative voices.
"Bloody hell! Let us in!"
"Do you know how late it is?" the portrait hissed at the intruders.
A muffled hiss came forth from one of them and instantly she knew who the intruders were. "I'm Head Boy! You've got to let me in."
"I am very much aware of that Mr.-"
"Malfoy." Draco hissed unpleasantly. "Now, let us in or I'll- "
"You'll what," she taunted, no doubt frowning at his outburst. "Alright, I'll let you two in but don't think I'll let you in next time you're out past curfew."
Draco mumbled something about practice as the portrait swung open. Hermione didn't bother getting up as he was distracted and angry about the portrait not allowing him passage the first time he uttered the password.
"I swear that bloody portrait has it out for me," he hissed, taking no time to dump his gear onto the nearest sofa.
From where she lay, she could see Blaise's eyes roaming the entire landscape of the common room. When his eyes landed on her, she felt it through the symbol rather seeing it for herself. She turned away in time to find his childish behavior a little too redeeming; he was always overreaction about something and she would rather not witness another one of his silly little meltdowns, especially if it was because a portrait forgot who he was. Once a Malfoy, always a Malfoy. Good thing Blaise was the more sensible one, or this whole relationship would be entirely out of proportion.
Hermione didn't realize she had let out a moan until it was almost too late.
They turned to find their witch sprawled amongst the multi-colored sheets and pillows in the most compromising position. Their eyes roamed over their witch carefully. Her legs were propped up and a flash of her mauve knickers flashed them teasingly beneath the charmed sweater; her breasts rose with each anticipated breath; her eyes, Gods her eyes were the deepest hue of auburn they've ever seen and as she laid there, waiting for them to join her in the rippling sheets of darkness, they turned another shade darker.
As she stretched again and sat up, a pair of strong arms encircled her and pulled her flush against a hard body. Another pair of arms wrapped around her midriff, effectively pinning her between them. Lips crashed violated into her and they were all overcome by senseless desire to become one. Blaise's dark hand moved soundless up her legs, tugging the sweater up as Draco pushed her back against him and spread her legs. The beautiful scent of her arousal hit them both with full force, causing the men's cocks to harden instantly at the onslaught of her sweetness.
"So fucking beautiful," murmured Draco as his lips contoured to the smoothness of her legs.
Blaise's lips made contact with her neck and she buckled against him, whimpering as he kissed the spot again.
"Yes," she whispered, arching her back off of his chest. All the sensation that was flowing through her made it damn near impossible to concentrate. "Please, Draco…" She moaned once he granted her what she so desperately wanted.
He placed his hands on her knees and said in a low, demanding whisper," Lean back against him."
Hermione leaned more comfortably against Blaise's hard chest, settling herself in as she was instructed to. Draco pushed her knees apart, his eyes making contact with hers.
"Tell us, Granger. Have you ever masturbated?" He asked against her left knee. Draco gave it a quick kiss before pulling away. Though they knew the answer, he still wanted her to tell them.
She stared into his silver eyes, a blush rising to her cheeks and spreading quickly across her face and neck.
"It's okay, Cara." Blaise planted a gentle kiss to her neck. "You can tell us."
Struggling to find her voice, Hermione squirmed in Blaise's arm as she watched Draco stroke her knee patiently. She had no other choice but to be compliant.
Taking a deep breath in, she found her courage and told them," Yes," before adding a shaking," but, I've never been able to… to…"
"Cum." Blaise offered breathlessly in her ear.
She nodded. "Yes."
Draco rubbed her kneecaps. "It's okay, love." He scraped his sharp teeth against the inside of her knees. "We'll teach you what pleasure is."
Hermione whimpered as she watched Draco dip his head between her thighs. She gasped, feeling his lips make contact with her skin. Threading her fingers into his platinum hair, she moaned her encouragement, thrusting herself back against Blaise's hard chest.
"That's it, Cara." He murmured in her ear. "Feel him. Let him pleasure you."
She shook with pleasure at his words and Draco's loving ministrations. Gods, it never felt this good when she touched herself; there was always something missing or off whenever she tried to. It was as if she didn't know her body as well as she thought she did. But, Draco knew. Blaise knew as well.
Hermione spread her legs wider as she felt Draco spray his fingers across her thighs, marveling at the color of her knickers.
"Though I love these knickers, Granger I'm afraid they must go." His voice was laced with abandoned desire. "First, he lifted himself up, eyeing them both as a grin forced its way on his face. "I want to relish in your soft flesh."
Before she could get the first three letters out, he pushed himself against her and kissed her hard on the lips. She gasped, allowing him to plunder her sweet cavern of a mouth with his tongue. While he worked to taste her, Blaise's hands roamed over the curves of her hips and waist, ran up the length of her torso to cup her covered breasts with his large hands. The Italian swore ineloquently under his breath.
"Fuck, Hermione," her symbol burned with the intensity of a roaring fire. "I am at awe with you and your body."
"Isn't she lovely?" Draco pulled away from her to ask him. "Too many close. Must feel all of you, love."
Hermione couldn't express her approval as he had kissed the breath out of her. Whimpering, she allowed the fair-haired Slytherin to pull her up for a moment. Blaise continued to explore her torso with his hands. Every once and a while his hands would delve underneath the lace strip placed neatly on her hips, teasing the overly sensitive are of her body. She absolutely loved the way their hands felt on her; they were so perfectly in sync, yet their ministrations were all their own.
"Please," she begged as they mercilessly explored her before pulling their sweater of her body. Sweat lingered upon her open flesh; consumed by the fire that had ignited between them, her boys wasted no time in tasted her salty, sweet flesh. Hermione grabbed for Draco's shirt and he took the hint to rid himself of his clothing as well as Blaise's. With one silent word, the Slytherins were completely naked, their bodies pressed hard against hers as to allow her to feel their erections and lean muscle. They were just as gluttonous for her as she was for them. Unlike them, she's never been able to explore the wanders of the human body and could only guess at how truly magnificent a sensation could do to hers.
She threw her head back as she felt someone's hands cup her breasts once again, pulling the cups of her bra to expose her supple bust to the cold, wintry night air. Despite the stifling fire roaring in front of them, her rose buds grew taunt, welcoming a pair of lips to suckle upon them like a newborn babe. Hermione was encouraged to lean back against Blaise again. This time, hands pulled down the straps of her knickers, over her hips and down her legs. Just as she settled comfortably on top of Blaise's chest, Draco leaned in and placed gentle kisses to her knees.
"I'm going to taste you, Hermione." he forewarned her. "I'm going to taste this sweet pussy of yours."
His dirty words were emphasized threefold.
Spreading her legs, Draco allowed his eyes to roam over her flat stomach before reaching the apex of her sex. Bare, plump lips with a well-trimmed crown greeted him. Pure fresh flesh awaited his greedy mouth. He lowered himself so he lay flat on his stomach, her legs angled on either side of his shoulders. With his thumbs, he spread open her lower lips apart. Cool air hit her clit, causing her to arch her back off Blaise's chest and shutter in utter anticipation. Draco's tongue licked from the opening of her maidenhood to the tip of her sweet clitoris She jerked at the sudden touch.
"Shh…" Blaise continued to whisper soothingly to her. His hands rubbed her sides, skimming the curve of her perky breasts. Long fingers brushed against her sensitive nipples.
It was incredible how two completely different people could deliver such powerful, earth-shattering pleasure to her. They worked beautifully together as Draco continued to taste, lick, and suck on her inner folds and lick her nub while Blaise worked her nipples to taunt peaks, pinching and rubbing them as he murmured into her ear. His lips worked her neck, finding all the delectable spots in which to elicit the most wondrous moans.
Draco pulled himself from her quivering core to say," Blaise, you must taste her."
He shifted slightly behind her. "Oh?" He inquired.
His blonde-haired companion chuckled as he removed himself from her knees and slithered up Hermione's body. Just when she thought she would be pulled into a fiery kiss, one that would allow her to taste herself as well, Draco cupped Blaise's cheek and stared intently into his eyes. A moment passed and sweet moans of two men filled her ears.
Gasping softly as their hot, steamy breaths fanned her neck, she struggled against the powerful hold Blaise had on her. She could hear the pull of their lips, the soft moans of delight emanating from their chests, and feel their hot breath on her neck.
Draco pulled away, the silver fire of his lust flaring deep within his eyes. He stared at Blaise before smirking.
"Delicious." Blaise licked the corner of his mouth before bringing Hermione into a searing, dominating kiss. "Let's make our girl, shall we Malfoy?"
Draco chuckled at his authoritative stance. "Of course. Let's show our witch what true pleasure really is."
A/N: Well? What did y'all think? Can I deliver a love scene or what? I will edit it fully tomorrow as stated above. I may include a little bit more, but we do have chapter eleven to look forward to. Now, they wont' have sex but this is a time when they'll all start exploring each other's bodies and, well, let's just wait to the next chapter! Hope y'all enjoyed it :)
Until later.
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