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Hermione awoke late the next morning feeling more rested than she had in years. Her body was slightly sore but deliciously satisfied. It took her a moment to recall why.
The why was looking her right in the face with a brilliant smile. "Good morning sunshine."
Hermione giggled at his expression. "Morning Harry."
His smile faded a bit as he took a moment to study her. "Are you feeling alright today, I mean, about all of this?"
She took a moment to search her feelings. There was no twinge of regret like she had expected. She knew Harry thought nothing less of her; in fact, it appeared that she had grown more precious in his eyes as a result of their actions.
Her body was a bit sore, not painfully so, just new sensations. The only overwhelming urge she had was to find Draco and make sure this was still alright in the light of day. "I'm sort of odd Harry, on the one hand I feel almost relieved, and on the other I am bloody terrified about what happens next. But, I am a Gryffindor and I will just have to be brave about this, however, I wouldn't say no to a bite of food."
He smiled and helped her out of bed. "Would you like me to bring you something?" She shook her head. "No, I think I am going to go for a quick swim first. I need some time to think and get my jitters out." Harry gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. "Go swim, I will be here."
She nodded hastily and Apparated to the shoreline, a way down from the beach that was visible from the house, she didn't want to see anyone just now.
The salty sea breeze brushed against her face and tangled in her hair. It never failed, it could be calm as night at the tree house, but by the time she reached the shore there was always a cool breeze that contrasted with the burning hot sand beneath her feet.
She quickly pulled off her clothes down to her skivvies, which she often swam in, and walked towards the water, pausing to sink her toes into the sand and relish the warm tropical water pulling at her ankles and beckoning her in. The shifting of the sand and the small calm waves worked to bury her feet beneath layers of swirling silt and bliss washed over her. She had done it. She had lost her virginity to Harry Potter, and she liked it. She was a woman now and loved it.
Draco had been right beyond a shadow of a doubt. She would have wondered-worried-fretted over sleeping with him, and was sure a sense of remorse might have trickled through her mind the next morning, but not with Harry. Harry loved her, Harry was happy to have shared last night with her, and Harry would be there for her if she wanted to try it again, he had made that part clear.
Would all sex be like this? Happiness with a twinge of anticipation? Fulfillment? Contentment? Surely not. But could it be? If this whole group thing really worked, and she was going to give it a go, could it be wonderful? Beautiful even?
She walked further into the water, letting it lap about her thighs. The water was warm, but immersing yourself was always the hardest part. Once you were wet it no longer seemed cold, but it was always hard to take the final step.
Hermione took a moment to realize the ocean wasn't the only thing this line of thought applied to, but she was brave, she was a Gryffindor through and through, and she took the plunge.
Her hair wrapped about her in the murky water and she took a moment to swim beneath the shallow waves and popped up past the breaking point. It wasn't too deep and her toes drug across the bottom as she pushed her head up into the sunlight. It was blinding in its reflection off the sea. She once again wondered at where in the world they could be.
She knew they must be in an equatorial location. The length of light to dark was almost even and they had been there going on seven months. The weather hardly ever changed, it was a balmy 30* everyday and there was nothing, nothing, dangerous on the island.
They had yet to see a shark, the boars were the largest animals they had found and were more a nuisance than a threat. The storms were mild, the food was plentiful, the weather beautiful, the water clean, at this point she would have settled for anything to make this bucolic existence seem a bit more real. She had half hoped to find old relics, or sacrificial remains, or even cannibals for Merlin's sake! But instead the only thing she had to fear was herself, and Draco Malfoy.
The very same Draco Malfoy who was currently standing on the shoreline waiting for her return. The very same Draco Malfoy she would have to confront over last night and she didn't want to. She wanted to fast forward in time to the point when she was writhing beneath him and clawing at his back, not to the uncomfortable conversation that surely awaited her upon her return. So she turned her back on him and swum further out.
When she turned again he had taken a seat next to her clothing and seemed resigned to wait. She wasn't ready to confront him just yet, so wait he would. She took the opportunity to float on her back and let the gentle ebb and flow lull her softly.
As the ocean carried her further out she felt her body bump against the invisible bubble they were contained in. It was no use; they could find no breach, even with hours of investigation underwater and the aid of the bubble-head charm. It was like they were enclosed in a glass dome, but she could see the ocean beyond them, she knew it was there, so what was this?
She looked back to the shore and, sure enough, Draco was still there. She had avoided him long enough, and really, she didn't want to provoke him. It was time to return.
Once again floating on her back she fell into a lazy backstroke that carried her towards the shore.
When her heels began to touch upon the sand she knew she had reached the beach and stood awkwardly, adjusting her garments and hair, both of which had bunched themselves up into knots during her swim.
Draco had risen from his position and was now wadding, knee deep, into the waves to greet her.
"Avoiding me?" He quirked an eyebrow in question as he spoke. She shook her head rapidly, spraying droplets of water across the sand and leaving dots of moisture on Draco's clothing. "A little bit. I needed some time alone to think."
"What were you thinking about?" She shrugged, "This, you, everything."
He sat back down on a blanket he had spread on the sand and indicated she should join him. "So did last night go alright?"
Hermione watched his face carefully as he spoke. His jaw was tight and he looked out to the horizon as he spoke, he deliberately avoided viewing her. She wondered if he was afraid of what he would see. He needn't be. She knew that, but then again, he didn't. She felt the sudden need to comfort him, even though she wanted to be comforted right now. "Last night went just as it should have. It was gentle and loving and exactly as it was supposed to be."
She saw the muscles in his jaw grind and flex and a slight narrowing of his eyes. "Good. I am glad that Potter was good to you." He still refused to look at her.
"But he wasn't who I wanted. If you will have me, Draco, I want you, and I hope you still want me."
His gaze shot to her with wide eyes. "After all of this you still want me?"
It took Hermione a moment to decide how to answer that question, all of what exactly? Did he no longer want her, or did he imagine she was through with him? "After all of what, Draco? Are you repulsed by me?"
He gave a dry deep laugh that seemed to catch in his throat. It was one of the peculiar mannerisms that she was attracted to in him, it sounded old, almost wealthy, and it made her smile each time she heard it. The laugh bothered Blaise, he said it made Draco sound just like Lucius. Never having had the opportunity to hear Lucius Malfoy laugh, Hermione decided to ignore that little tidbit of information and continue to revel in the sound.
"Of course I still want you Granger, if you let me I will take you on this blanket right now. But are you sure that this is what you want out of life? Pansy isn't fucking around with this; she means it to be a magical oath, a bond just short of a pureblood marriage contract."
Hermione sighed and flopped onto her back. "Do the others know about this?"
Draco nodded. "We were all up half the night working different bits of magic in it. No one wants this to be permanently binding should we find a way home at some later point."
She wondered what spells they had worked into the oath, but chose to pursue it no further at that point; she needed to figure out exactly what he wanted from her. "I have decided to go along with Lisa and Pansy, if we are going to do this, we will all do it together. Hasn't that been our rule these past seven months? Why would I change my mind and sacrifice that oath now?" He seemed to gain relief from the comment briefly before she continued on, "I understand that you don't want this to be permanent, but if you want us to work, not as part of this group, but as you and I, I need to know you won't just abandon this bond the moment our location and situation changes."
"So this isn't about how you feel about me, it is just part of this bloody bond." He shut his eyes in frustration and turned his back on her again.
"No, this has nothing to do with the bond. This is about me and you, Draco Malfoy. This conversation right now, is how I feel about you, and how much, against all odds, I care about you. But I need to know that if I do this, if we do this, that things have changed."
His gaze narrowed at her. "Changed how Granger? I am still an arrogant git. Nothing is going to change that. And furthermore, I thought you liked that about me. You know I have no malicious intent in my words to you, and I obviously feel quite different about your worthiness." He studied her cheeks as the flushed gently at the comment, "I would dare say everything else about me has changed since we arrived, what more do you possibly want altered?"
She took his hand and intertwined their fingers before looking him straight in the eyes. "I want to know that if we go back you will not forsake me to Voldemort." He cringed at the name, but she pressed on. "I need to know that you won't just run back to your family and serve him, that you will try to find a way out of this and help Harry and Ron and me defeat him. I want to know that you view me as an equal, that we are the same."
"Here Granger we are all the same." Yet he didn't dare look at her, and she knew it.
"And we weren't at Hogwarts? Nothing about who I am has changed since we arrived."
He racked his brain for a way to explain their intrinsic differences, why it would never be just as easy as going back and forgetting his family and his obligations.
"At school, when you went home for the holidays, you left behind your magic and my world. I have never left this world, save now, where I am still surrounded by wizards, I will never leave that world, not even for a moment. If I spend a day or a week in Muggle London, nothing about who I am as a wizard changes, because it is who I am, this is how I was raised, this is what I know. And you, you are able to leave this all behind. I, however, cannot."
Her eyes grew wide. "So what are you saying?! Are you saying that if you go back you will still serve him?"
"I don't bloody well see that I have another choice! He doesn't take well to deserters and I can't hide from him with this mark."
"So turn, spy on him, help us, don't just let that monster take over your life, how can you possibly expect me to care for you knowing that you would just as soon turn your back on me? How can you event think of entering into a bond with other people, with other witches, when you can't even give them the decency of life without fear of you!" She was on her feet, practically screaming at him, tears streaming down her face.
He, however, remained impassive. "If we do this, it is you Granger, it is just you. I will touch those other witches, but it won't be you. Do you know that? And I want to hear the same. It is the only way I will go through with this."
"What are you saying?"
He narrowed his eyes at her. "If you have the audacity to ask me to forsake everything I know and turn my back on my family, then you better damn well be sure that I am what you want! We will be sharing ourselves with others, but you will be mine."
"What about Blaise?"
"What about Blaise? What happened between Blaise and I isn't what you think. It's not as if we go about shagging all the time, even here it has been every few weeks, only when things get unbearable."
Hermione snorted a laugh. "Unbearable? Draco I've gone without sex for 17 years and I have lived."
"You aren't a male, you can't possibly understand."
She huffed and held her nose up in the air. "I think I do understand! I have needs too you know."
"He knows his place in this relationship. I care about him, but I certainly don't have a future with him now do I Granger? Can't see that he can give me little Malfoys running about the Manor in a few years."
Hermione felt her heart clench painfully. "Neither can I."
Draco stopped his tirade immediately and his frame seemed to slump. "That isn't what I meant."
"It's what you said."
"Well, it came out all wrong. I don't care if you can give me children Hermione," the name seemed to roll oddly off his tongue, having only used it a handful of times prior, "I just want to know that you will give yourself to me, that I don't need to worry about sharing you with other men, that you will only be sharing your body, not your…" He fumbled with the last bit, Draco Malfoy didn't do sentimental, and this was bordering on flowery.
Hermione smiled and took his hand. "Against all odds, you have my heart. At the very least, that is what I can give you." She leaned in and kissed him softly on the lips, ready to take her actions further, and was startled when he pulled away.
"The others actually sent me to retrieve you; they want to cast the bond as soon as possible. I think they are afraid if they don't do it now someone will psych themselves out of it."
"They want to do this now? Like,
now,
now?"
Draco chuckled darkly and helped her to stand. "Yes
Granger, now. Are you getting cold feet already?"
"I don't have cold feet; I just thought we would have a chance to spend some time together first."
Draco stopped short and pulled her into a tight hug, clasping her head flush to his shoulder. "You are too good to me." He took a moment to hold her before continuing, "If we set this spell correctly, and if we didn't we will know immediately, the bond will cast you and I together for tonight."
She looked at him queerly. "I can't even imagine what you have come up with, but the concept of a bond putting any of us together is a bit creepy."
He grinned and pulled her towards the tree house. "Just wait until you see the clever bit of magic we devised while you were with Potter, it would make Dumbledore proud."
"Not Voldemort?"
He shuddered but squeezed her hand. "I would rather please the Headmaster."
It was exactly what she needed to hear.
She entered the great room in trepidation, but the others weren't gathered about as she feared, instead Pansy and Michael poured over a piece of parchment and a cauldron while they others made noise from the kitchen across the bridge.
Pansy looked up as she entered and beamed at her. "So you're a woman now?"
Hermione felt a flush bloom across her face but nodded yes in response. Pansy grinned and beckoned her to the bar, a recent addition by Ron and Theo, with high boy chairs, a teak counter and a mirrored wall to reflect their conjured beverages. Pansy grabbed her hand reassuringly and indicated to the potion. "Michael is almost done brewing it. All that is left is the blood."
"You can't be serious? You devised a blood bond?" She asked in shock.
Pansy rolled her eyes and indicated to the parchment. "It isn't a binding oath. It just ensures that it is unbreakable by any one member alone. We wouldn't want someone to grow mutinous on us, now would we?" She shot a wink to Michael who quirked an eyebrow in response.
Hermione wondered when they first slept together, and how she had missed it. Although it appeared she had missed quite a bit in the last few weeks-or maybe it had been months now.
There was a rumble of noise from the skyway and Pansy sighed in resignation. "Well bullocks! I thought I had plenty of time to go over this with you before the others arrive. You two took longer than I anticipated everything alright there?"
Hermione shrugged her shoulders. "Yeah, I suspect, just growing pains for right now. Managing expectations of one another." Pansy kissed her softly on the brow. "Are you still sure you want to do this?" Hermione's gaze grew strong. "I am positive, I know this is the best option we have, or at least the best we can think of."
With a slap to Hermione's bum Pansy giggled and shoved her, "That's my girl! Well, go take a seat, you have a nervous looking Potter and a temperamental Malfoy to deal with, but if we are right this bond will take the malice right out of them!"
Hermione walked over to the two boys while the others settled into the room. Harry looked decidedly tenser than when they had parted, then again, so did Malfoy. Hermione gave them a weak smile and took a seat on the floor.
Harry nudged her with his knee and handed her a cup of fruit and a side of bacon and eggs. She smiled in appreciation and began to dig in. She heard the two shift nervously behind her before Harry hesitated a, "Thank you Malfoy."
Hermione turned sharply to catch the shocked look on Draco's face and the nod of understanding pass between them.
There was a cough from the bar as Pansy tried to gather their attention. Since it was her idea she had been set in charge of laying out the bond, and now she was attempting to define the relationships of 11 people in one contract. "Hermione is in, so I think we are ready to initiate this today. I worked on the ideas last night…"
She looked nervous as she began to recite the requests of the bond. "Well, it seems that everyone had some request, and a few of them were similar, or overlapped, so we were able to work them in seamlessly. The only one I don't have is yours Hermione. Do you have anything?"
Hermione flushed. "Mine is rather silly, and I don't know that I should include it in the bond, but you all know that I am working on a library?"
She was met with a mixture of confused stares. "Well, I am trying to make a record of all of the spells and information we have amassed, so that we don't lose it over time. I think it is important." There were a myriad of amused reactions, "I would like my request to be that you all aid me in this process."
Pansy smirked and the request was met with a round of laughter. "That is seriously your request Hermione?" Pansy asked with a hint of disbelief. At Hermione's nod of approval Pansy etched the last words on the parchment with a flourish of her wand. "Alright, that makes things easy. So the other requests; that no member of said bond may physically harm another member while under constraints of bond, that all couplings must be consensual and mutually agreed upon, that all living members must be present to end the bond, that the bond select us according to appropriateness, that this take place three times a week and that we divided into groups."
"Groups?" Terry asked in disbelief, "What the fuck for? So we can double team you three times each week?"
Pansy flushed, an act seldom seen on her face. "No, Terry that was my request. " He gawped at her in surprise. "I just thought it would be smart. In case the witch doesn't favor the wizard she is with, or if one of them can't satisfy her."
Terry turned red up to his ears but nodded swiftly. "I suppose it makes sense." Pansy smiled and continued on. "Once we add our blood it will be binding until we see fit to end it. Theo and Ernie transfigured this rose bush to select the groups for us. It will read our intents and place us together."
She indicated to a small shrub with no blooms that sat upon the bar.
Ron looked at it dubiously. "That stick will decide for us?" Pansy grinned at him. "Once we add our blood to the potion and spill it upon the plant it will bloom eleven blossoms, one for each of us. On each of the selected nights it will form together into four groups. One will be a pair and three groups of three. Theo charmed it to be fair and select a female for each group of three most of the time."
"Ninety-five percent of the time!" Theo quipped from his place near the hearth. "It is a clever charm and won't go placing groups of blokes together all willy-nilly." He smirked as if considering the thought.
"Does that sound alright?" Pansy asked with trepidation. No one said anything. She looked about. "Well for fuck's sake someone say something, I don't know what to do!"
Blaise laughed and went to stand next to her. "Sounds good by me Pansy, anyone disagree?" He was met by silence before proceeding, "Well then, should we get to the casting?"
He picked up a small dagger from the bar and deftly slit the pad of his thumb and then squeezed a drop of blood into the cauldron. Pansy grinned and took the knife from him and repeated the action. She then handed it to Michael who did the same. Terry and Lisa followed in suit without a moment of hesitation. Theo smiled at Pansy and gladly shed a drop to which Ron challenged with his own. Ernie shot a smirk to Hermione and then approached the cauldron.
All that was left were the trio by the couch. Draco leaned down and took Hermione by the hand and smiled. "Are you ready for this?" She grinned back and reached for Harry's hand, which gladly took her own. The three shed their blood in rapid succession. Then they were all cast.
Blaise looked about them before starting. "Should I cast the spell?"
Pansy nodded swiftly. "You are the rite master, cast the spell on our simple potion and bind us together in love." Those were the words that initiated the potion and the spell wound about them all, binding their blood together.
Blaise nodded firmly before touching his wand to the organic mixture empowered with magical blood. "Blood of binding, blood of trust, blood giving freely and willingly, bind us together in a most perfect union upon which all agree. Give us the strength to endure our bond, the grace to enjoy it and love to confirm it. What is written in blood shall be cast until we bid it cease. So mote it be."
They responded in unison, so mote it be, to cast the final magic.
The potion glowed red in the base of the plant and a cool wind burst through the room swirling about them. It was soothing and seemed to ease all tension before pulling gently out the window taking their fears with it.
The bush hummed with magic as it grew eleven slender limbs from the single twig. Within moments each limb burst forth in a brilliant rose bud and began to bloom. As if an invisible gardener moved amongst them the buds were plucked firmly from the bush and arranged in delicate posies at the foot of the pot.
Pansy leaned forward and selected a posy and looked closely at the leaves. "It worked!" She exclaimed in delight. "This one is Draco, Blaise and Hermione! No surprise there really." She let forth an uncharacteristic giggle before tossing the small bouquet to Draco who caught it deftly.
Hermione leaned over in curiosity. There was a perfect white bud with her name scrolled in gold across the leaves. Blaise was a dark green flower the likes of which Hermione had never seen before, and Draco a black bud, dark as a raven's wing.
The next posy Pansy tossed was to Harry who was a dark red and intertwined with Ron, a deep cornflower yellow. The two looked ashamed and a bit disappointed as they looked at the others sorting amongst themselves awkwardly.
Purple Pansy was placed with royal blue Michael and Theo who was a mahogany hue.
Orange Terry wrapped about a gold Ernie and was accented by the light pink Lisa. And they all looked terrified. It was one thing to discuss the bond in the abstract, but here they were, bound to one another by blood and sorted into groups to do as they pleased. Unsure if they were obliged to participate right away, or at all they looked to one another for direction. Of course if a Weasley was good for anything, it was asking the question everyone else was afraid to ask.
"So when do we start this?" Ron asked curiously.
Pansy smiled cattily. "Now that the first buds have been cast and the pairs set it will begin at sundown, much as it will three times a week from here on out."
There were murmurs and curious looks cast as they began to break apart for the remainder of the day.
Twilight came and after dinner the couples began to depart in their small pairs.
Blaise and Draco took Hermione by the hands. Blaise led her to Draco's room and gently shut the door. "Cara, although it hurts that we weren't your first, are you really ready for a second, or third, already?"
Hermione grinned widely at Blaise and began to undo the tie on her pants. "I have been ready for Draco almost since the day we arrived, and you Blaise? Damn! I am a lucky woman."
Zabini smiled at her and kissed her gently on the back of her neck. "Malfoy, you take her first. You want me to leave?"
Draco looked at his friend carefully before nodding
sharply. "If you do I will make it up to you twofold."
Blaise
couldn't help but smile at them. "You two owe me."
Hermione chanced a smile in return. "Thank you Blaise."
As the door clicked shut there was an awkward silence. Draco cleared his throat. "So we are really going to do this Granger, or I suppose I should say, Hermione?"
She shook her head. "I prefer Granger. No one else calls me that. In fact, you couldn't make it sound sadistic anymore if you wanted to. You are the only one who I allow to call me that and I don't want you to stop."
He smirked. "Well then you better stick to Malfoy, but I warn you, when you scream out it is my name I want to hear, none of this Malfoy bullshit."
She smirked. "I think I can do that."
There was a moment of silence as they took one another in before his lips caught her off guard in the near darkness, capturing her own fiercely. She pushed into him, giving back as much as she took. Hot, writhing, desperate moans as they moved against one another, mimicking the act they were about to commit.
And it felt so wrong, and so terribly right, and it burned.
Burned between them and within them and around them.
And it stopped everything.
The fear, the pain, the uncertainty-it all came to a grinding halt because it was so right. So right it hurt.
Draco forced himself to slow down and savor her first time. He mentally retracted the statement with a pit in his stomach.
Alright, so it wasn't her first time. But it was her first time with him, and that meant something. He was going to do this right.
Without stopping the kiss for a moment he deftly removed her clothing piece by piece, shedding his own in the process. He managed to back her up against his bed which sat around a meter off the floor. Her knees gave way as he pushed her gently against the mattress and followed her body as she lay down.
She hadn't said a word since he initiated, she was transfixed by the way their bodies wrapped together, so foreign, so intimate, yet so familiar. He wasn't at all like Harry; this was a whole other level of passion. It seemed to consume her whole form and she was loathe for it to stop. He had struck her speechless, something she seldom was.
"Is this alright?" He whispered as his hands snaked down her body, parting her folds and gently stroking her. She writhed as his fingers ghosted her clit before slipping out and up her body to fondle her breasts.
"More than alright." She whispered back. In response she wrapped her hand about his cock and gave a gentle squeeze. His movements stilled and he hissed softly. "Don't do that Granger, I'm a bit close…"
And damn if he didn't look gorgeous, regaining his composure in the half moonlight. His hair falling across his face, eyes closed in concentration. She wasn't sure what to do until his thumb applied a firm amount of pressure to her clit and she bucked against him in response.
They both groaned at the contact and regained their former lustful play. It was too hard to hold back this time, they had waiting too long. There would time for foreplay in the future, mountains of time for it. Tonight they just needed to fuck.
He nudged her knees gently with his own and she moved to accommodate him. As his cock brushed against her sex she gasped in pleasure and they both took a moment to simply smile at one another.
Who would have ever thought that sex between Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger would be a joyful act? Surely in most scenarios she had imagined the event in the past he was either threatening her or bribing her or forcing her against her will. But no, here was the act itself and it was beautiful, and oh so loving.
With a gentle nod he pushed into her and she couldn't help but wince. Her passage was still sore from Harry, and Draco was much larger in length and girth, but he moved slowly, easing his way into her while holding each of her hands clasped in his own next to her head.
He gently intertwined their fingers as he gave shallow thrusts, slowly moving deeper and deeper.
When he finally was able to move freely and thrust
fully into her they both groaned, arching their backs and looking at
one another in surprise. It was amazing.
Draco began softly,
thrusting deep within her, much as Harry had, but quickly he began to
increase his thrusts and vary his movements, something Harry
certainly hadn't.
She knew he had somewhat of a reputation at Hogwarts, but Merlin, the things he was doing had to be magic. Every movement thrummed within her and she found herself moaning and speaking lit bits and phrases of words which sometimes contained his name, but mostly were half expletives.
He had a look of delighted concentration on his face, meeting her eyes with each thrust, searching her face for any clues it might give. She wondered if it felt as wonderful for him as it did for her.
He reached down and pulled her leg up by the knee, widening her legs and allowing himself to penetrate deeper within her. She gave a breathy scream and began to move in response, urging him faster and harder and deeper within her.
She could feel it building, that little eruption lying deep inside her so close, yet almost out of reach. But with every thrust he brought her nearer until she thought she would die and with a wail of his name, his real name, not the Malfoy she often favored, she saw his eyes roll back in his head, the steel grey glazing over into a dull silver.
He thrust a few more times before slumping down next to her and gently rolling off to remove himself from her. They both lay panting, one hand still clasp tightly together.
"That was amazing Granger." He finally gasped while turning his head to smile at her. She grinned back. "It was everything I hoped we would be together." He grinned and kissed her on the forehead before pulling her into his arms to rest.
"Where are you going?" She asked as he moved to untangle himself from their knot of limbs nearly a half an hour later.
"Just give me one minute, I need to go check on Blaise and set him right for the evening. Make sure he doesn't drink himself sick. I want to make sure his needs are met."
"I have needs too Draco…" She whined, begging him to stay just a bit longer.
He chortled softly and kissed her on the forehead. "I know Granger. That is what I was aiming at satisfying just then. Although I am starting to think you may be a faker."
She let out a cry of indignation. "I would never! I don't even know how! Honestly who do you think I am?"
"My witch. That is who I think you are." Hermione felt a smile break across her face at the sincerity in his voice. "However, speaking of magical folk that belong to me, I am going to go check on Blaise before he gets completely shitfaced. He tends to hit the sauce a bit hard when he is feeling down."
Draco pulled for his pants and rose to dress.
"Would you bring him back?"
She saw his body tense before he turned slowly to her. "I won't say no, but haven't you had a bit much in two days? What between Potter and just now...I don't want you to get hurt. Blaise is a big boy, and I mean that in every sense of the word, no need to over exert yourself."
Hermione frowned at him. "But I can make it better…"
He smirked. "No doubt love, but just what would you do to Blaise?"
At his question a flush bloomed across her face. "I was thinking…I might…"
Draco smirk widened. "Yes?"
"Godownonhim."
She said it so quickly and quietly Draco hardly heard her but as his brain unscrambled the phrase his grin grew almost Cheshire. "Well then, let me go fetch Zabini, lucky boy."
Draco threw on the loose linen pants the boys all favored and quickly left the room.
He found Blaise, as predicted, in the common room, next to the bar, deep in the brandy. Blaise hardly looked up as Draco entered.
"So it was good huh?" he asked without looking up, "I heard."
Draco scowled and took the seat next to him then poured himself a glass of the stout liquor. The stuff they conjured was never as good as the real thing, but it passed.
"It was wonderful, and for that I owe you a wizard's debt."
Blaise waved his hand vaguely. "Sure…thanks…"
Draco leaned over and quickly caught his friend's lips in a kiss. Blaise pulled away and turned his head to look out at the ocean. "Not tonight Draco…I just want to drink…"
"Not even when Hermione has been asking for you?"
Blaise look up briefly before turning his head back to the window once again. "No, you take her for tonight. You two have been waiting for each other."
Draco gave him a saccharine smile before downing the rest of his drink in a single swig. "What a lovely offer Zabini and I would like to take it, but it seems Miss Granger would like to try her hand at oral sex for this first time this evening, and she would like to it on you."
This caught Blaise's attention.
"You're lying."
Draco gave him a hard look. "Why the fuck would I lie about that? See, she's nervous, thinks she's going to muck it up."
Blaise ginned and finished his drink. "Probably will, remember Pans?"
Draco grimaced. "Don't remind me. My cock hurt for two weeks after that. Hopefully someone informed Granger about teeth."
Blaise reached over and took Draco's hand. "So you don't mind?" Draco shook his head in response. "Nah, she is bound to you too."
Blaise started at the comment. "Blimey! I almost forgot all about that. Fuck, I'm bound to you too and…ugh…Weasley."
"Don't forget Potter."
Blaise shrugged. "I sort of fancy Potter, decent follow, excellent snog." He waggled his eyebrows at Draco in jest.
"Ew, oh gross Blaise, you haven't."
Blaise ginned. "I have. He may even be fiercer than you." Draco rolled his eyes at the comment. "Do you really want to keep her waiting?"
Blaise smirked. "No. Are you going to join us?"
Draco sat his drink down and turned to follow. "Naturally."
They returned to the room to find Hermione sprawled across the bed scribbling away on a parchment with her quill.
Draco slid into the bed next to her. "What have you got there love?"
Hermione scrambled to gather her papers and shove them beneath the bed. "Nothing!" she ignored him, turning away, "Hello Blaise…"
Blaise grinned wickedly. "Hello Miss Granger. Quite the night for you, eh?"
"Indeed, Mr. Zabini. But you see, I am not quite done yet…"
He smirked, enjoying their formal wordplay. She would always indulge him his 'foolish romantic urges' as Draco liked to call them when teasing him. He took her hand and pulled the small, half naked girl towards him. "So I hear…"
She tried her best to smile coyly. "May I learn on you?"
He pulled her flush against him. "My pleasure. "
Hermione pulled at the waist of his pants and hesitantly began to work at the belt. Once she had unknotted the tie she moved to the row of small buttons. As she unfastened each mother of pearl knob her hands began to tremble harder and harder. Blaise was alarmed at the tremors and grasped her hands firmly before pulling them away.
"Cara, you really don't need to do this. I am fine."
She laughed lightly and pulled her hands away from his grasp. "Mr. Zabini, it seems you mistake my anticipation for trepidation…" her hands resumed their previous task, "no, no, no…I am just a bit…excited, is all." She released his pants and smiled like a cat that caught the canary at what lay within. "Very nice Zabini."
He was long, and thick, and very hard by this point. Hermione dropped to her knees and gingerly lowered her mouth to lay a gentle lick across his tip.
Blaise groaned in response, causing Draco to smirk from his observation point at the head of the bed. Hermione continued to slowly take Blaise in her mouth alternating gentle licks and sucks with tentative movements.
He made sure to direct her with his reactions, and soon she found the perfect mixture of suction and laving that he was using all his willpower not to buck into her mouth in response.
He wasn't able to maintain control for long, soon he had gripped her hair in a fist and lost control, bucking against her and groaning at her quiet gags when he pushed too deep. She would gag and then moan about him in pleasure, the small vibrations coursing through his body as she clasp his hips tightly in her hands and urged him forward in his actions.
When her nails pushed deep into the flesh of his lower back and threatened to break the skin with the force he lost all control. He could vaguely hear himself from outside his body cursing and mewling as she sucked harder and faster.
"Cara,
oh, love…perfect…oh fuck…so
good…ahhh…sexiest…oh
Merlin…blowjob…shit…goddess…my
witch…oh, damn it! I'm cumming!"
He tried to pull away from
her before it was too late but Hermione increased her pace in
response, urging him to completion.
Blaise came with a shout,
pulling at her hair and grasping her head as she swallowed him whole.
When he finished Blaise fell to his knees then slumped over onto
the floor.
Hermione licked her lips in satisfaction and turned to Draco who watched the whole incident with a look of curious amusement. "Did I do okay?"
Draco laughed loudly at her. "You seemed to do very well."
She looked at the near comatose Blaise, still prone on the floor and asked with concern. "I didn't Parkinson you did I Blaise?"
At that Blaise doubled over in laughter, fighting his way back to his knees. He couldn't help but point at Draco in merriment and gasp for air while attempting to respond. "Well Drac, seems even the virgin Granger heard about your little sexual mishap."
Hermione grinned at the two of them. "The whole school knew! It was an excellent example of what not to do."
Blaise climbed onto the bed and took Hermione by the hand, dragging her up to sit next to Draco, and then kissed her on the cheek. "Well then, let Draco's misfortune be my good luck!"
Draco huffed in disgust and pulled Hermione out of Blaise's arms and close to him. "No more Parkinson talk tonight, alright? Just let me enjoy this first night with the two of you in my bed."
Hermione curled against his chest and wound her fingers through his and Blaise moved to curl his frame about her back. She was warm and soft and safe, and very shortly, asleep.
Thank you lovelies!
~Tem
A/N: I have had a bunch of emails asking if I would accept
fanart for this story and the answer is yes, yes and more yes! I
would love it. The stuff I have so far is great, but if you have
anything at all you would like me to post in the artwork addendum I
am creating please send it to me with the credits you would like it
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