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Things weren't looking good for Hermione Granger. She was already late for her next class.

She'd just come back from studying in her room when she realized that she was late for Care of Magical Creatures. Having sprinted across the castle and out to where Hagrid usually taught them by the weeping willows, Hermione leaned her palms against her knees and panted.

A couple of guys were making faces because she'd kept her sensible length skirt—which meant her leaning over did NOT afford them a glance at her underwear. No. Only a privilege few would get that opportunity, and it would be to try them all.

" I'm sorry I'm late Professor." Although she knew Hagrid was a friend, she preferred to call him that while in class. She didn't notice most everyone leaving.

"No problem 'Ermione." Hagrid announced with his easy smile. It suddenly disappeared. "But we've already paired up for your assignment."

Hermione frowned. Assignment? She suddenly realized that most of the class was gone. The only ones around were two Hufflepuff girls who'd given her the 'eye' and Draco Malfoy and Blaise Zabini, who'd been speaking to Hagrid when she'd arrived.

The Hufflepuff girls were about to say something but the look Blaise gave them (which Hermione of course missed while looking at Hagrid expectantly) sent them off.

Hagrid turned to the girls…and found them gone, his frown increasing when he realized that the only ones there with him were Draco and Blaise. "I'm sorry 'Ermione, but you'll have to be partnered with Misters Malfoy and Zabini."

She nodded, surprising him with her lack of argument. Hermione didn't see a reason to do so. Draco and Blaise had extended the proverbial olive branch to her before, and well, she had written their name on her list, hadn't she? That meant that she had every right to put them through her tests as well, and why not like this?

Of course, she didn't notice the lecherous glances the boys sent each other over her head.

"Professor, what assignment will we be doing?"

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For the first time in her life, Hermione cursed Hagrid. Of course, she didn't do it to his face—it would have broken his heart. But she did so while she changed behind some bushes close to the Black Lake. How would have come up with the idea of 'Getting to Know The Creatures Beneath The Black Lake' other than him?

And, of course, she needed a bikini to do so.

Damn Hagrid!

It wasn't that she was suddenly so modest, it was because, once again, she'd lost the upper hand with the two insufferable Slytherins. Both were dressed in nothing more than boxer shorts, and looked too good to be humanly possible. Neither were muscular guys, but they were tall and lean in a surfer sort of way…and Hermione had always had a weakness for surfers.

Growling under her breath as she came out from behind the bushes, she went red in seconds when she raised her gaze and noticed theirs. No, they weren't looking at her. Of course not. They'd have to be actually looking at her face to be doing that. Instead, both had frozen, and while one was observing her chest the other's gaze had slowly lowered to her arse and legs.

She gulped, feeling inflamed by their obvious lust. She needed to talk. Needed to do something to keep them from bloody taking her then and there…she hadn't made a decision as yet! And nobody would be getting any of her until she did so!

"So, which spell do you want to use?" She asked, motioning to the water, where the other students were already deep within, probably trying to keep the deadly mermaids (which Hagrid had described as innocent creatures suffering from defamation of character) from killing them before the period was up.

Blaise was the first to speak. "I know of a spell that lets you breathe underwater for as long as you want—but the moment you go to the surface it ends."

Hermione blinked, amazed, impressed. Score one for Blaise Zabini. "Really?" Her smile was slightly sultry, and she hadn't even intended it to be. A guy with brains was damn sexy. "I'm impressed." She let her gaze lower to his boxer short for a second before raising it to his eyes once more, which had suddenly darkened even more. "Very impressed."

Draco bristled besides his friend, eyes narrowing. "Yeah, it'd have worked so well for Potter when he had to compete against Krum and them some years back, wouldn't it?"

She blinked and turned to look at him. "I don't think Blaise knew about it back then." Seeing the smug look in the blonde's face she turned to the brunette. "Did you?"

Blaise was scowling at Draco, but turned to look at her. "Actually, I did."

"And you didn't tell him?" She frowned darkly at him, missing the even smugger expression on Draco's face. "Harry could have gotten killed that day!"

The look Blaise sent Draco's way was murderous. "We weren't in a truce back then, were we?" He managed. "And anyway, helping Potter would have raised suspicions as to our loyalties, and I doubt the war would have ended so well if that had happened." He paused, starting to smile. "I didn't think I'd need to help Potter. You were there, and everyone knows that you're the brightest witch to ever enter Hogwarts after Rowena Ravenclaw herself."

Her frown turned into a reluctant smile. "Flattery will get you everywhere, Mister Zabini."

"I'll keep that in mind." He promised, sending a superior expression in Draco's direction, who had been frowning at the course of their conversation.

The spell was cast and Hermione jumped into the lake, oblivious to the murderous expressions being tossed to and fro from the rival companions.

Diving deep into the water, Hermione noticed that the boys weren't diving in right away. She frowned and looked up, without going to the surface, and was surprised to see their images arguing with each other. What was that all about?

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"What the bloody hell was that about?" Blaise asked in a murderous tone as he turned to Draco. Hermione had just dove into the Black Lake, and while he knew it was dangerous to leave her there alone, he couldn't keep it in.

"And you ask me?" Draco growled, eyes narrowed, something dark and dangerous hiding behind those silver beauties. "You took the whole bloody credit!"

"I did not!" Blaise hissed. "And even if I did, then what? YOU weren't there studying! You were taunting Potter!"

"I was watching over her!" Draco's voice was a near inaudible whisper, yet it held the ferocity of a snake about to strike. "Krum was all over her, and despite the fact that the whole bloody school didn't notice it didn't mean that I didn't! I had to make sure the disgusting Bulgarian didn't put his filthy hands on her!"

Blaise frowned at the thought, then shook his head. "It doesn't matter now! You're not going back on our deal, Malfoy. She's ours or nobodies."

Draco didn't like threats, or being ordered, but he had given his word. It was hard. Even though Blaise was the closest thing to a friend that he'd ever have, he wanted Hermione for himself. It was the Slytherin in him. Also, the fact that he knew Blaise felt the exact same thing bothered him. He was Blaise's partner in crime, yet quite suspicious of him at the same time, expecting a double-cross any second.

He sighed in disgust and looked away. "I don't know about Zabinis, but Malfoys always keep their word."

The blonde remembered how he'd realized that Blaise had also grown obsessed with the lovely Gryffindor. He'd told him to back off or else. And that had started the war within Slytherin. Of course the other houses never knew because no one gave a damn about Slytherins, not even those in the same house, so the vicious things Blaise and Draco did to each other remained silent.

Then Viktor had happened.

They'd realized that they had to get their act together or there'd be no hope. And they'd formed an alliance. They'd made sure the owls carrying the letters to and forth from Viktor and Hermione lost the mail, and they'd frightened away any guy who looked at her twice.

They'd decided that they preferred to share her between them then let any other man touch her. And so they'd started planning. They'd joined forces with the light and The Order because they knew that she wouldn't have them any other way, and they'd turned their back on their family because of their obsession with having her as theirs.

And now they were this close to finally having what they always wanted.

He'd be damned if he ruined it for them.

"Sorry mate." Draco murmured.

Blaise shrugged, having understood Draco's actions perfectly. He was a Slytherin after all. "No harm done." He turned to look at the water once more and went tense. "I'm going to kill him! I'll tear him apart limb from limb and give his balls to Fluffy!"

Surprised by the passionate outburst, Draco followed his gaze and his eyes narrowed as he watched Bartholomew Hollows kissing Hermione Granger. "I think we're going to have to put 'phase two' into action." He gaze was deadly. "But first I say we deal with Hollows."

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Seeing that things looked as if they were going to get bloody and murderous, Hermione was about to surface when a hand grabbed her ankle. Thoughts of the horrifying mermaids raced through her mind as she looked down, yet a smile appeared when she realized that it was Bartholomew Hollows.

She waved as him and swam down lower. He was obviously using Gilly Weed, and was motioning to her swimsuit and giving her two thumbs up.

Her smile grew as she mouthed 'thank you'. She was going to return his compliment when she realized that he wasn't using boxer-like shorts as Blaise and Draco were, but he was in his briefs! Her eyes widened at the bulge.

Oh my god. Was the only thing her mind could come up with as she just stared at it. Those billboard pictures were not enhanced! It's impossible but true! He isn't even fully erect!

Sensing movement to her right, she gasped as Bartholomew grabbed her and pulled her against him, pulling them into a large bed of seaweeds, his inhumane bulge pressed against her stomach. She was about to hit him when she realized why he'd done it. A mermaid swam across them, and since they were hidden in the seaweed the horrifying creature didn't notice them. On the contrary, her eyes were on Seamus Finnegan and a couple of other Gryffindors. She swam towards them.

When the coast was clear, Bartholomew pulled them out a bit yet still held her to his well-formed, muscled chest. Hermione him in surprise and something else. He'd protected her while her two 'partners' had been busy with their own affairs.

MOST BE PROTECTIVE had been number one on her list of qualities to look in a guy. And Bartholomew had proven his willingness to protect her despite the fact that they hadn't had more than three conversations this last year.

'Thank You' She mouthed again.

'Welcome' He smiled.

Maybe it was the rush of evading potent danger, maybe it was the fact that he had a bulge that proved he could compete with a horse, maybe it was that she was still pressed against that bulge. Hermione wasn't sure. But Malfoy and Zabini had gotten her flustered, and so was the package pressed against her. So she did what she never would have done before.

She kissed him.

His response was immediate. He pulled her in closer, as if possible, and responded to her kiss passionately. He was a good kisser.

Her hands went around his neck as she tried getting more out of the kiss. Yet it was not to be, because in seconds she was yanked back.

Giving a little scream in surprise, Hermione turned to see Draco Malfoy pulling her back against him, and Blaise Zabini punching the daylights out of Bartholomew Hollows.

She struggled against Draco but went still when she felt him groan against her hair and felt him grow against her rear. Her struggles were arousing him!

Dear Merlin!

Instead of letting go of her Draco pulled her in tighter, the tip of his cock poking between her arse cheeks.

She forgot to breathe.

Draco was trembling.

Her heart stopped beating and she didn't notice Blaise running Bartholomew away. She didn't realize what she was doing when her hands reached back and dug into Draco's hair playfully when his lips connected with the curve of her neck. She cried out a muted cry which only erupted into bubbles when he bit down ever so gently, running his tongue on her skin, his hands slowly raising until he'd cupped her breasts, his thumbs rubbing agonizingly softly against her hardened nipples.

Oh God. Oh God.

Making love with Harry hadn't been as exciting as this!

Feeling lips on hers, Hermione gasped and her eyes flew opened. Blaise Zabini cupped her face with his hands and deepened the kiss, leaning into her, pressing his body against hers as he took the kiss deeper, his tongue exploring hers.

Hermione knew this was wrong, she hadn't even chosen them yet! They shouldn't be doing this! None of the other candidates would have ever done this to her!

Was that why she curled her leg around Blaise's waist, drawing him in? Was that the reason why she reached back and gripped handfuls of Draco's boxer shorts, bringing him tighter against her from behind?

Their cocks pressed hard against her from in front and from behind. She was trapped between two steely bodies, trapped between their lips, their groans, their hands.

Oh Merlin. She hissed in pleasure as their mouths caressed her skin. Draco's mouth traveled slowly down her shoulder, Blaise's left her mouth to descend down her neck to her collarbone.

She whimpered, giving herself into the pleasure.

A commotion caught their attention.

Hermione pulled away and would have been pulled right back by the boys hadn't she hurriedly swam in the direction of the muted screams. There, Luna Lovegood cried as the mermaids encircled her, pulling at her hair and her clothes, scratching her skin viciously.

Hermione didn't think of the danger, she swam towards her as quickly as possible. Yet she wasn't the first to make it there. Seamus Finnegan and Neville Longbottom arrived hurriedly. Wands drawn they fought the mermaids, sending them scurrying. As Neville held the fort with his wand, Seamus hurriedly pulled Luna in his arms and they hurried to the surface.

Hermione followed, the spell breaking once she surfaced, yet she didn't care and swam to the shore, watching as Seamus held Luna bridal style, while Neville started calling for help. Luna cried against Seamus' wet, naked chest, and he whispered softly in her ear as he and Neville hurried her to the castle, not caring about the looks they were receiving for the loving relationship they obviously had with the blonde.

Pulling out of the lake and onto the dry land, Hermione collapsed to the ground, ignoring the cold breeze on her wet skin. Her brown eyes moistened suspiciously as she watched the tender relationship between the three. Who would pity Luna Lovegood now when it was obvious that Seamus and Neville were in love with her and would happily put themselves in danger to save her?

A tear streaked her cheek.

She'd gotten it all wrong.

Pushing up from the ground she didn't notice Draco and Blaise behind her, watching her with concern.

She needed to be alone.

Wiping at the tear that skidded down her chin, Hermione turned and fled to the castle.

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The boys were worried.

Gryffindor: Dean Thomas, Seamus Finnegan (Eliminated…he's in love…with Luna…she's so lucky.)

Ravenclaw: Matthew Yeates (CHATTER BOX!!!), Bartholomew Hollows

Hufflepuff: Ulrich Dawson (Eats like an ogre), Myles Evans

Slytherin: Draco Malfoy, Blaise Zabini

Draco and Blaise looked at Bartholomew as he talked to Hermione in the library. She'd been sad ever since the incident in the lake, and now they only allowed the Ravenclaw to speak to her because she was in obvious need of someone, and they didn't know how she'd receive them after what had happened.

That hadn't been phase two…more like phase five, but things had gotten carried away, and they were worried that they might have ruined things…especially when they saw Hermione crying against the Ravenclaw.

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Lying in her bed that night, Hermione allowed silent tears to fall down her cheek. She'd thought that Luna, Neville and Seamus couldn't stand each other, that it was purely sex, yet now she knew the truth. They loved each other. They were in love.

She didn't have that.

Sure, she had Ron and Harry and the others who loved her, but it wasn't the same.

And the boys in Hogwarts only wanted a piece of her ass, not a piece of her heart.

Burying her face in her pillow, Hermione cried heart-brokenly, never realizing that behind her door, two Slytherins listened to her tears, and were growing more worried by the moment.

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