Entranced, chapter one

A/N: so this is gonna be one of those triad fanfics, whoo!

It will be mostly fluff with a good lemon or fifty thrown in wherever I can!

Please enjoy :3

The Courting...

It was weird. All of it. Every little bit of it.

Just watching the young ladies being observed like prey while the young men stalked around them in a farce of a 'dance'

It was downright weird!

I felt my waist grasped by a new boy, wearing a gold and white mask across his eyes, and waited for it. Waited for whatever I was supposed to feel when dancing with the one.

That was the whole damn point of this ball masque, to somehow hope your inner magic would, while being focused by our chaperones, awaken and match with another's. The gold masked boy smiled politely and danced with me, the usual steps before waltzing off to the next one.

Not the one, I thought with an inward roll of my eyes and bowing customarily to the next 'suitor' of sorts .

He wore a navy mask with silver flecks along the bridge of the pointed nose and was a little shorter than the previous boy. He held my waist a lot lighter and more timidly, unsubtlely glancing down at the little cleavage my dress provided until I bowed my head and excused myself.

I scrunched up a section of my long skirts to lift it enough to able a brisk strut away from the main dance floor and instead towards the punch fountain.

"This is ridiculous..." I muttered, adjusting my mask a little as the sweat from dancing had made the unnecessary thing quite irritating.

We wore them for "mystique" and "allure" but they were unnecessary in every sense of the word.

There was a glass chalice already filling itself with punch from the 6ft tall fountain when I reached it, dropping my skirts to hold a hand out to receive it.

Taking a sip of the sweet juice, I turned to eye the dance floor where some couples seemed to have found 'it' and were seemingly mesmerised by each other.

Proud parents seemed to find each other and chat excitedly while watching proudly over their sons and daughters, no doubt discussing betrothals...

We were all much to young for marriage, myself turning only 17 last week, the last thing I wanted to worry about was my looming wedding day to a stranger my magic was supposed to click with.

I let the edge of the chalice rest against my lower lip as I sought out my own father in the surrounding circle of adults.

"I don't know about this Blaise..." I heard a male voice behind me and turned my head to see two tall young men getting themselves a drink.

I gazed back into the circle of adults, my eyes still seeking my father while I inclined my head to listen to them.

"...what if I'm matched with a troll?"

The other boy chuckled coolly, his voice was deeper and carried an air of calm. It sent a little shiver down my spine that I brushed off as the room just being cold on my strapless bare shoulders.

"I don't see any trolls out there Draco... Perhaps you're worried Pansy was right and you'll end up with her?" I smiled at his playful teasing and heard him grunt and laugh a little, the other boy must have punched his arm or something... I couldn't see however as they were behind the fountain.

My eyes caught a boy as he snapped his head to his left, immediately dropping the girl he had in a mid dip to grasp the wrist of a girl who seemed to sense him a second before he did.

I held back my amusement as the girl who had been dropped quickly picked herself back up and snatched the arm of the closest boy not dancing with anyone while the new couple seemed entranced with each other.

I frowned into my glass, feeling like there was something wrong with me. Something broken. I hadn't even felt a hint of what I was seeing happen more regularly on the floor now.

More couples matched and it was no longer a rare occurrence but a growing consistency.

"We'd better get out there..." I heard the calm boy from earlier say as he started to walk past me on one side.

"I suppose we should..." The other sighed as he came up on my other.

I brought the glass to my lips once more but almost dropped it.

...SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHH...

My eyes widened and my lips parted in shock as a wild fluttering in my chest shook my entire body. My blood ran forward and backwards unpredictability and it deeply startled startled me.

My wand, strapped to my calf under my dress, vibrated just as wildly and after a second more powerful wave, my glass fell from my hand and shattered at my feet, my fingers no longer under my control.

I felt like I was... Floating. Yet tightly held down, being pulled by invisible forced that seemed to aim to pull my body in half.

I gulped and closed my eyes, taking a moment to steady myself as the feeling did not disappear, but muted, still there yet... Almost waiting for something.

When I opened my eyes I found two pairs staring back from behind their masks, both intense and both intimidating.

That feeling... Was it from one of them? Was one of them my other?

My body trembled but not in fear... Just instinctively. The one with the pale yet piercing grey blue eyes took a somewhat hesitant step closer and I could feel the fluttering again... Him.

It was him.

But the boy with dark brown eyes with flecks of orange and red stepped closer and the feeling doubled. Him?

Was it him instead?

They shared a glance to each other, looking just as confused as I felt, yet they had something else in their eyes too that I didn't... A very primal and dominating energy flowed from the two that caused my mouth to go dry and a caused a desperate urge to stand between them to end the tension.

My feet moved of their own accord and I did just that, shocking myself as I pressed myself between them and looked silently from one to the other, their attention breaking and refocusing on me.

What was this feeling?

I was burning from the inside out yet my skin felt ice cold. I was anxious and bothered and very very calm. Like a still ocean with killer whales lurking and hunting beneath, my exterior expression of collected cool did not mirror the messy eruption of heat inside and I took both their hands, leading them to the dance floor as if it was my life's purpose to do so. As if I would suffocate if I didn't dance with them that moment.

The pale one ran his hand down my cheek, his cold touch soothing my inner burning and I felt my eyes flutter closed.

He gently took my waist and hand, his fingers playing slowly with my own as we watched in fascination. I had expected literal sparks or bouts of colours to be springing from the contact points between our skin as electric practically crackled against my fingertips.

I let out a small moan like sigh as a second pair of hands landed on my waist, resting on my vacant left hip while the other hand nestled itself above the pale boys on my right.

Their touch was like a glass of water on a hot day. I wanted to guzzle this feeling, feel it drip from my lips and down my throat in sweet blissful satisfaction.

The blonde pale boy- Draco- kept his eyes locked with mine, entwining our fingers before lifting our hands above my head to spin me to face the darker of the two.

Without missing a beat, his hand replaced Draco's on mine while Draco kept close behind me, swaying with us and holding my hips in a tight protective way.

The moment Blaise and my eyes locked I felt it again but different.

The cool touch of Draco had settled the inferno within me, but Blaises touches warmed my flesh back up, balancing out the iciness on my skin left over from Draco.

We danced back and forth like that for what felt like either a second or an eternity, keeping me balanced both physically and emotionally as they held and swayed with me.

I wanted to take off their masks so badly... I wanted to see their faces and appreciate their handsomeness, their beauty that I knew they had from the fragments the mask allowed me to see.

I wanted to touch their faces, unclad and free with my finger tips, stroke their cheeks and run my thumb across their inviting lips.

Their bodies were pressed close to me as the song we were dancing to came to an end, yet we still swayed, the energies flowing between us encouraging us to dance forever.

I was intrigued by these two strangers. I felt bewitched and wickedly so.

I was entranced.

I reached my hands up to the both of them, forward to Dracos face in front of me and just above my shoulder where Blaise had nestled his chin.

They slipped a hand off of my body each to meet my curious fingers as I touched their cheeks, bringing their other hands to cup my own face, fingering at my mask as I did to theirs.

With a slow exhale, I flicked my eyes between the two and slowly hooked their masks, pushing them up and off of their faces. My exhale was followed by a fast shallow inhale, a gasp, as I eyed their face, stroking each one in turn.

They were handsome, they were so beautiful... I wanted them to be mine. I wanted to surrender myself to them, give my soul to them in a little box with a bow.

I wanted to pin them both down and kiss each of them... I wanted to lay between them and feel their bare bodies against mine...

Wait, what?

I barely noticed when they both took of my mask and their eyes widened and softened within a fraction of a second before Draco ran his thumb across my lower lip and leaned in close.

"Beautiful..." He uttered, his eyes deeply focused on my lips now, causing me to do the same to his, tracing the thin masculine outline with my eyes.

Blaise ran his nose faintly against my neck and sighed, his warm breath blowing pleasurably across my shoulder and I closed my wandering eyes to enjoy how my skin prickled and relaxed.

"Incredibly so..." He sighed again in agreement.

My feelings of confusion were gone in that instant and I felt so ridiculous for not understanding right away. This was right. This was so right.

These were my boys now... My men. My loves. My others. Being one third of a trio felt so stupidly right it made the world wrong. Every living being on earth had it so so wrong to exist as a duo...

"Draco!"

The name of my pale beauty echoed around us and it wasn't until it shouted again, rather angrily, that we tore our eyes away from each other and looked around.

The entire room was staring at us, looking to us in a way that could only be described as mortified.

A man with long blonde hair stood beside a figure I recognised as my father. A woman with beautiful dark skin and hair flanked him.

And they all looked furious.

"Mother?" Blaises voice vibrated through his chest and against my back, causing me to shiver happily.

Even his voice felt strong.

Draco swallowed and met the eyes of the blonde man.

"Yes, father?"

"All of you, with me. Now." He growled and I looked to my father, confused. What was wrong? Isn't this what he hoped? For my to find my other? Well, others?

The three adults turned on their heels and marched from the hall while we three, Draco Blaise and I, all looked to each other in sheer confusion.

Hesitantly we stepped away from each other. I quickly groaned and felt dizzy and hollow, finding some small relief as Draco's hand entwined with mine. The relief doubled as Blaise did the same to my other hand and felt as though I could walk again. Was I now to be so dependant on these boys just to breathe normally?

It took all my self restraint to reduce my doting on the two to just running my thumb across the back of their hands and pulling them to walk closer to me.

I needed their closeness, I needed their skin on mine, I needed...

"Arellia." My father's stern tone broke my attention on the two gods either side of me and he reached forward to pull me from them, attempting to wrestle me away.

"W-what no... Wait...!" I clung to the boys hands, feeling grounded by only them. If I let go I'd drift away! I'd be lost forever in space I'd...!

I heard a spell being hissed out and felt the boys hands go lax.

I span around to watch their bodies fall with a scream of terror and something hit the back of my head, turning the world blurry then black.

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