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"It's such a shame that it takes a marriage law of this kind for you to marry, but at least you will finally marry and give me a grandchild" Adrian wanted to claw out his eyes and stuff them into his ears, only his mother would be excited at the prospect of his impending doom.

It had been forty eight hours since the new law was announced, a long forty eight hours. He had always seen himself as attractive, the ladies swooned over his smirk, he had whispered sweet nothings into the ears of many innocent witches and had them screaming like a banshee before midnight, his looks, money and pureblood status had definitely over indulged his large ego and how women would drop at his feet with the quirk of his lips didn't help but he loved it. He had planned to play the field into his late twenties, maybe even his early thirties if he could before he settled down with a pretty pureblood witch and his wandering eye would then retire but things never seemed to go the way he had planned.

His mother was still talking waffling on about how foolish he was to have left it this long before he got wed, if only he hadn't been so picky with the witches she had chosen for him.

"Mother, all those witches were gold diggers and didn't have a single brain cell between them," he argued back but his words fell on deaf ears. Adrian rolled his eyes and stretched out his legs his mind wandering to a witch who had plenty of brain cells.

Hermione Granger, as he thought about her a soft smile formed across his face. His fiery kitten. It was true, through Hogwarts they hadn't interacted much he was after all two years older than Hermione, but he had known of her, he had seen her. He could remember the first time they had met outside of the school grounds; he had bumped into her quite literally in the corridor of the canteen. She had apologised profusely and as he looked down at her he had to do a double take. She was not the Hermione Granger he remembered. He had spoken to her briefly she had snapped at him while he flirted, and the name Kitten was given. Her eyes were wild with fire as she told him not to call her that, but he found himself heavily attracted to the way her eyes lit up when she was angry and how her nose would wrinkle. He was hooked. From then on, he would find many ways to bump into her, some may have called it mild stalking but he wasn't going to go that far.

The first time they had slept together was in his office, she had stormed in like a lose bludger in a school quidditch game. Her hair was wild her and eyes flickering with anger, her chest heaving and her magic was buzzing and at that very moment he felt like he'd been hit by a hippogriff as she continued to rant at him. He stole some of her Gryffindor courage and he had kissed her, mid word and she responded with such vigour that his dick went hard instantly. He had only intended to kiss her. Shut her up and take her breath away at the same time but she had other ideas. It wasn't soft nor was it gentle it was quick with fumbled hands scrunched up skirts and sloppy kisses. Her legs around his waist and her back against his wall, he had one hand on her waist the other on the wall for balance hers were around his neck pulling on his hair. She had cum first then him a few thrusts later.

She had walked out of his office ten minutes later and he swore that it wouldn't be the last time he had her, he hadn't meant for their quickie to turn into a full blown sexual relationship but it had, for months they were fuck buddies, finding their release in each other learning what made each other moan and gasp. She wasn't like any of the girls he had wooed she was normal, her stomach wasn't perfectly toned her legs had cellulite and her bum wiggled as he fucked her from behind, he was obsessed with the stretch marks that lined her inner thigh, she had got embarrassed over it but he found the pale silver lines fascinating having never seen them on all the fake witches he had wooed before.

Six months into their relations he had gone over to her home one night to find her holding a bottle of fire whisky to her lips and her face stained with dried tears. He had cradled her as she drunkenly sobbed into his shoulder about the loss of her parents and the pain that she was carrying around every day. That night they didn't have sex instead he found himself staring up at the ceiling of her bedroom holding her as she slept promising her unconscious form that he would keep her safe. The next morning, they had spoken, and it was then he promised her he would look out for her, she was wary but had kissed him softly on the cheek. From then they became friends. It was around this time he started dating witches only his mother would send to him, a few dates and he'd end it. He quickly learnt he was addicted to the Gryffindor lioness, he was addicted to her; her touch, her smile, the way she would moan under him. The way her eyes would light up at his joke the smell of her shampoo in her hair when she gave him a hug. He knew he wasn't the only man she was with and on the nights when he laid on his own in bed, he wondered who she was sharing hers with, at times the ideas would eat him alive but he continued to lock his feelings away. It was a good job he was never the jealous type.

When Blaise and Draco had approached him in his office a week ago and asked how he felt towards her his answer was guarded, he had admitted to them the hurt he would feel if she picked another but refused to admit out loud how he loved her, he was certain the blonde felt the very same way, after all their twisted relationship had been going on for longer than his. The sweet irony that his biggest competition came from two housemates wasn't lost on him. But the news of this marriage law could work in his favour, when he read that witches were to be forced to marry three wizards all the dots added up. He just had to be one husband out of the three, he could live with sharing her he had done for years, she would bare him a child with a head full of curls and big brown eyes.

"Adrian, Adrian are you listening to a word I'm saying" Adrian blinked out of his daydream as he looked at the sour expression on his mother's face.

"Sorry I was in a world of my own, what did you say?"

Mrs Pucey sighed and shook her head "I said, do you have anyone in mind that you'd like to marry?"

Adrian smiled, he knew his mother wouldn't approve of his choice in fact she'd be livid with his choice but damn her, it was his life and his choice. All he had to do was persuade the young witch it was a good idea. He looked at his mother and smiled.

"Yeah ma I've someone in mind already"

XXX

Blaise's name had been on her mind for days, first he had joked that he would be a catch of a husband, upon telling Ginny she had supported the idea and even at work today Gloria had brought up Blaise's name. They'd only been having sex five months and it was some of the most intense full filling coitus she had ever experienced. He was also funny charming cheeky and drove her insane yet she nearly always found herself laughing when she was with him. Everything was forgotten when she was with him, usually because her brain was fogged over with intense orgasmic pleasure but still distracted and right now the idea of a long marriage to three men she probably could do with a lot of distraction. The downside he was a Slytherin, he had quite the ego and was incredibly vain.

Hermione stared at herself in the mirror before shaking her head, she had weeks to decide on a husband but right now she need to be destressed. Hermione grabbed her coat and slipped on her shoes and grabbing a handful of floo powder.

In seconds she was standing in the living room of Blaise's highend apartment, "Hello," She said stepping out of the fireplace staring at Blaise who was laid across his sofa. He waved to her but didn't respond frowning at the note in his hand. Hermione stood quietly her head cocked to the side watching him. He finished reading the letter and through it on to a pile of other letters already on the floor and rubbed his face with a sigh. "Rough day?" Hermione asked sitting beside his feet.

"You could say that," he chuckled softly finally looking up at her. Hermione's eyes were positioned on the ten plus letters on the floor. "Turns out being young rich and pureblood makes you a catch," Hermione turned to look at him with a smirk.

"Getting a little cocky, aren't we?" She chuckled and he flashed her a toothy grin.

"Letters on the floor are all marriage proposals from women that wish for my hand in marriage, majority are pureblood from Slytherin all saying the same thing, that our lineage together would make a strong union."

"Anyone taken your fancy?" Hermione asked softly a sickening feeling sitting heavy in her stomach.

"Nope" he chuckled. "How about you? Surely you've got many begging at your heels?" Hermione chuckled shaking her head

"Think my reputation is scaring them away, so far you've been the only one to suggest it," she laughed, but Blaise's smile didn't quite reach his eye.

"Mental," he said shaking his head. "You're a catch how have you not received a basket full of marriage proposals yet?"

"Clearly I'm supposed to throw myself at the feet of men and not the other way around." She said and Blaise frowned before smirking.

"Well if you wish to get on your knees and propose let me take my pants off first," Hermione slapped his calves as he laughed at his own joke. She crawled up his stretched-out frame and she smirked at him before slowly lowering to capture his grin with her lips. His hands gently caressed her hips as she deepened their kiss, her tongue slipping into his mouth caressing his. She pulled away with a smirk and pressed opened kisses to his neck before nibbling on his collar bone electing a soft groan from the wizard underneath her.

Her hands started on the buttons of his shirt as she unbuttoned them one at a time pressed a kiss on his bare skin. Once his shirt was fully undone, she ran her hands along the muscles of his body pinching at the nipples and stroking the soft trail of hair from his belly button that disappeared under his waistband.

From expertise it only took a few seconds for his pants to come undone and she slipped them and his boxers down his legs. He was naked apart from his socks and she was fully dressed, she'd have laughed at the change of roll, usually it was Blaise dominating the move but he laid there his eyes watching her every move and there was silence around them. Her lips kissed his before descending south she licked his belly button before kissing further down. From below her she heard him chuckle and she grinned before wrapping her lips around the tip of his cock. Blaise groaned in pleasure as she slowly sucked him off. Her hands cupped his testicles gently massaging them as her mouth rose up and down his length. His hand reached over and gripped her hair but her speed didn't increase. She noticed her clothes had disappeared and rolled her eyes as she continued to bop up and down on his cock. Her head came off with a soft pop and he sat up, silently rolling them over as he kissed her swollen lips.

His lips captured her nipple rolling it between his teeth before sucking it softly his other hand was twisting her left nipple. His tongue trailed down her stomach into her heat gently grazing over her clit before coming back up. The word prat escaped Hermione's lips in a whisper, and she felt him chuckle against her skin. Finally, he gave her what she wanted as he buried his face between her legs. Hermione moaned loudly as a single digit was inserted into her core as he leisurely fingered her as his lips sucked on her clit. She moaned wantonly as he teased her with slow and precise moves. He pulled back and lined his cock against her opening and locked eyes with her, neither blinked as he pushed into her and a sigh escaped her lips at the feeling of him inside of her. He leant over her body and locked his lips with hers. She could taste herself on him as he gently thrust in and out of her. She wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck as they continued to kiss. His pace increased and she broke the kiss for air.

Blaise buried his head in her neck as he thrust faster in her, he could feel her hand between their bodies as she pleasured herself. He wanted her to cum first, no needed her to cum first. Her moans became more rushed and her hand moved faster. It was a few more thrusts and she came around him he felt her walls tighten and he let go inside of her. His body sagged as he collapsed on to her no longer baring his weight with his arms as he tried to regain his breath.

Her fingers stroked the hair at the base of his head her heart pounding against her chest. "That was different," Blaise muttered as he pushed himself up to look at her.

"Mmm" Hermione hummed, "I wanted a turn of being in charge, that such a problem Zabini," she said softly. Laying beside her Blaise shook his head, reaching for the throw that was sprawled across the back of the sofa. He covered them both.

"I don't mean that, I just mean the whole thing felt different… gentle… romantic, more like making love than having sex." She could hear the caution in his words and could feel his intense gaze on the side of her face.

She didn't know what to say, for the first time in her life she was speechless, seeing the letters on the floor the multiple marriage proposals scattered around had installed a seed of insecurity inside of her. Their fling was going to come to an end. He was going to marry a pretty pureblood witch whether he liked it or not and she wasn't ready for that. She wasn't ready to say goodbye, she had always tried to keep sex and feelings separate and for the most part she had succeeded but there were a handful of men in her life that were her world, her lifeline. They kept her from drowning, could brighten even the darkest of days and he was one of them.

"Hermione... look at me." Hermione looked at him. "... Marry me."

"W…why?" She hated how vulnerable she sounded but she needed to know why, why pick her when he had so many women throwing themselves at his feet.

"Why? Because you're amazing, you're funny, alluring, brave, strong, you're a warrior. I've known you for years. I've seen every side of you from buck teeth book worm to a girl who stood up for what she was passionate about even when everyone scoffed at her. I've watched as you became a swan. When I'm around you I feel at ease, like it's where I was always supposed to be, I don't care about the blood that runs through your veins. I don't want to spend the rest of my life in a loveless relationship looking at you from a far and regretting not being man enough to take my own life in my hands. I've shared you with others before, I can spend the rest of my life sharing you with two others as long as you are mine. I'll protect you; I'll keep you safe, I… I don't want to lose you. Hermione… Marry me."

Hermione froze as she looked at him, he stared back at her searching her eyes for an answer. It was only one word, a word that held so much power, a single word that would change her life for ever and as the word sat on the tip of her tongue she could only wonder what her new life would be like, she gently reached up and cupped his chin and in the softest of whispers the word left her lips.

"Yes."


It's been so long since I last wrote this story, I lost all my notes and plans for all my stories when my laptop broke about 18 months ago and the back up I had failed so I lost all inspiration to write but recently had the urge and this chapter has formed. I hope you all like it, and thank you to everyone that has followed review and added this story to their favorites over the years its meant a lot.