Hello everyone! To prove to you all that I am actually working on continuing this fic, I will leave you with a sneak peak at what was going to be part of the next chapter (and will now be it's own short chapter). I hope you guys are still interested in seeing what I have planned. Let's just say a certain someone is about to find out a certain secret... and it's not going to go the way you'd expect. Hehe. Anyway, enjoy and I hope to be back soon!
Without an answer, the door swung open, revealing a clearly paranoid Narcissa who stood pointing her wand at the open doorframe.
"Oh, for heavens— No! Out! Not in my closet!" Narcissa withdrew her wand and drilled toward the two witches, reaching out to grab them both by their hair. "This is completely inappropriate!"
But the blonde was unsuccessful. Bellatrix dodged her swinging arm with a low duck and Narcissa stumbled forward, landing face to face with Bellatrix on the floor of the broom closet.
"Now this is more like it…" came Bella's seductive response.
In a flash it was pitch black. Hermione gasped, clearly startled, before realizing it was Bellatrix who had magically slammed the door shut and cut the lights.
Hermione stumbled backward as some sort of collision occurred and the room was suddenly filled with angry whispers and the sound of cleaning supplies falling off shelves.
"Come on, Cissy, play with us," Bellatrix teased.
"Bella! Stop it!" Narcissa hissed, batting away the hands that attempted to grab her at every angle.
Hermione backed further up against the wall, determined to stay out of the sexual quarrel happening in the cramped, dark closet, but she could barely see and a lumos spell would only draw attention to her.
"Bella this is completely un- ..ohh…." the blonde's accusatory statement was cut off by a rather contradicting sound evading her lips.
Hermione couldn't see what was happening, but she was sure Bellatrix had found her sister's weak spot. It seemed to always play out this way. The young witch wondered if the sisters would ever change.
Bellatrix snickered and Hermione nearly screeched as she was yanked forward. Suddenly there were hands all over her, and she found that her desperate clawing for something to hold onto turned into impassioned caresses as well.
Soon the tight room was filled with fumbling squeaks and moans as the three women grasped at each other in the dark. Nobody knew who they were touching or who was touching them but it seemed they didn't care. The collective sensation of brewing lust must have poisoned the air, leaving them breathing nothing but fumes of sexual drive and the scent of dragon's blood.
Someone moaned, a gasp followed, and another squeal of pleasure broke out in the dark room. This night was proving to be three times the adventure Hermione had imagined it would be.
Just as a cry of pleasure slipped past Hermione's lips, a light washed over them. It took the women a moment to realize that the door had been opened.
In the light, the three women could see the tangled mess they'd gotten themselves into. Narcissa's dress was pulled over her shoulders down to her belly, leaving her brazier exposed and Bella's hands cupping each breast. The blonde's fingers had seized their exploration of Hermione's panties and the darker witch found her face buried in the younger witch's now unclipped hair. As well as that, Bella's dress was hiked up to her waist and Hermione's hands were found on each hip.
In the doorframe stood Draco, a look of complete terror on his clearly traumatized face.