Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter—if I DID it'd be a lot SMUTTIER!

Wow…many of my reviewers (and PM'ers) are threatening me if I don't update soon…it's quite terrifying actually. (smiles proudly) this chapter is for all of you who threatened me some way or the other…You know who you are!

Ron comes into this chapter (he's only had a brief mention before) and I realized that if I brought in Hollows so much, I had to bring in my redheaded sweetheart—whom I feel like choking every time I see him on screen bugging Hermione.

Also. I'm quite nervous. Smut ahead. Beware.

Somehow they'd managed to make it to the Heads' Common Room.

Hermione was far beyond thinking at this point as they stumbled into the Common Room, each trying to get closer to the other. They tugged at her clothes, ripping them off of her, and Hermione didn't concentrate on where they were going until she was thrown on the bed.

Bouncing slightly, she looked up at both men as they eyed her hungrily from the doorway. Blaise's shirt was torn from one of her more violent tugs, and Draco's hair was sexily disheveled from her having run her fingers through it while they'd snogged desperately.

Hunger and desire burned in their eyes.

Yet they hesitated.

Hermione whimpered. They weren't going to back out, were they?

Draco and Blaise were tense, and while that made them more bloody sexy to her than before, it worried her. It was as if they were having second thoughts.

Had this all been a game? Had they done all of this to make fun of her?

They'd seemed to forget her for a moment as they turned and looked at the other, seemingly having a harsh and long conversation between them by just using their eyes.

She grew impatient. What the bloody hell was going on?

"This is it Malfoy." Blaise's words were stilted and apparently hard to get out.

"The moment of truth." Draco agreed, and although his voice was void of emotion, his eyes turned darker.

"So." Blaise grinded out. "Can Malfoys share?"

Hermione's eyes widened as she suddenly understood what was going on.

"No." Draco announced truthfully, and there was a long moment of silence before he grunted out. "But they can make exceptions."

A slow smirk appeared on Blaise's face as he nodded. "Good."

"Good." Draco mirrored the expression.

There was a moment's silence as they just smirked at each other.

"Will you two bloody get over your little 'moment' already?" Hermione had had enough. "Half naked girl on bed here—hello? Remember me?" She smirked quite Slytherin-like. "Or would you rather me leave you two to finish on your own?"

The looks of horror and disgust that marred their expressions caused her to throw herself back on the bed with laughter, legs dangling over the side.

Oh, what a fatal mistake that proved to be!

Feeling someone straddling her stomach, Hermione looked up in time to see Blaise's mischievous smile before he lowered his mouth to hers. She moaned into the kiss, bringing her hands to his hair, tugging slightly yet painfully, smirking when he hissed in pleasure.

His hands cupped neck and slowly traced her shoulders and then moved forwards to cup her breasts through her shirt. He squeezed slightly, before pulling away from her kiss to bite her hardened nipple through the material of her shirt.

Hermione whimpered and barely felt the flimsy material of her underwear being slowly pulled down her legs.

Ginny and Pansy had able to speak more normal with each other now that they shared their first secret. Harry still hadn't figured out what had happened or where Hermione had disappeared to, but he'd stayed by the girls' side, as if worried that they'd suddenly disappear as well.

Shortly after Hermione had disappeared with the Slytherin Sex Gods, Maggie had appeared. The pretty blonde got on well with the two Gryffindors and the Slytherin. Her gaze kept meeting Ginny's and then they'd blush and look away.

Pansy smirked into her forth cup of punch.

Harry continued to be quite oblivious.

True to their word, the girls kept a sharp eye on Bartholomew Hollows, and while he'd seemed about to chase after the trio when they'd left, he'd obviously thoughts things through, because he'd stayed where he was. And he didn't seem to be planning on running out after them, so the girls gave him some slack.

He was a model.

Not an idiot.

Why the muggles liked the associate both things was sexist and wrong.

"Hey everyone!" Ron's voice announced as he appeared with Lavender in tow. They hadn't been invited to the party either, but no one could tell the best friend of the Bloody Boy Who Lived that he wasn't invited, so they'd allowed him and his girlfriend to come and join them when they'd appeared by the portrait entrance.

"Ron!" Harry smiled. He, of course, was invited to every party.

Only Pansy felt the tension in the room. The two boys were quite oblivious, and Maggie was too into Ginny.

"Hey Ginny." Lavender smiled, yet it looked a little forced as she noticed Ginny and Maggie so close together.

"Um, yeah, hi." Ginny nodded before turning to Maggie. "You want to, um--."

"Dance?" Maggie asked with a little laugh. "Wondered when you would ask."

Ginny's smile became genuine. "Wonderful."

Lavender looked hurt.

As the girls shyly took hands and went to the dance floor, the boys were still oblivious to the meaning of this. They'd seen Hermione and Ginny holding hands before, it was nothing new.

Pansy shook her head. Dense Gryffindors. Sneaking a glance at Harry, who'd unknowingly placed a hand at the small of her back protectively while speaking to Ron, she couldn't help but smile, and not smirk. Bloody handsome, dense Gryffindors.

Her breaths were agonized whimpers as her body was being assaulted to the point of being torturous. They'd torn off her clothes until there was nothing left to hide her from them.

Hermione clenched her fists into the sheets of the bed, tears of frustration staining her cheeks. She still had yet to figure out whose bed it was, but with Blaise's mouth and hands on her breasts, and Draco's lips teasing the flesh of her inner thighs, Hermione couldn't really give a damn.

As if having synchronized their movements, Blaise bit down on her nipple when Draco's mouth found her moist core, the moist core that'd been screaming for his attentions during the time he'd been showering her inner thighs with nibbles and kisses.

"Oh Merlin!" Hermione cried out as she threw her head back and arched.

Blaise's thumb rubbed against her other nipple and he pulled it harshly, sending electric waves down to her pussy, which was already being tortured by Draco's tongue. Blaise bit down again on the nipple in his mouth, not enough to draw blood, but enough to pain—yet it was so good.

Draco found her puffy clit and latched on, sucking hard.

She cried out their names in a near scream as her orgasm hit her quick and strong. Her body shuddered violently, and the fact that neither boy stopped their ministrations just prolonged the pleasurable suffering as she convulsed beneath them.

Blaise smirked against her skin.

Draco greedily licked at her juices as they drained down her thigh.

"Stop."

Both froze.

Pushing Blaise off of her, she didn't miss the hurt expression on his face, and that on the face of Draco. They shared glances, as if frightened that she'd tell them to get lost.

She smirked as she got off of the bed, acting as if it were natural for her to be naked in front of them. "It's not fair. It's wonderful, but not fair for me to get all of the attention." She knew that her words confused them, but that's what she'd wanted.

Motioning with a finger for Draco to get up, she pushed him until he was standing in front of the chair he liked to sit down on by the desk to study late at night, and then she slowly began to undo his pants, all the while looking into his eyes.

Draco gulped.

When she undid his pants she allowed them to fall to the floor before she forced Draco on the chair and then, with a swift movement, went on her knees. His hard-on inches from her face.

Draco's eyes closed tightly when her fingers closed around it and she began to slowly masturbate him.

Never once losing her rhythm, Hermione turned back to look at the bed.

Blaise watched them jealously.

"What are you still doing over there?" She whispered, feeling Draco trembling beneath her touch was getting to her. She slowly spread her legs and giggled at the elated look that took over Blaise's jealous one as he nearly fell off of the bed in his hurry to get to them.

Spreading her legs as much as comfortable while on her knees, Hermione bent over and flicked her tongue over Draco's cock, smirking evilly when he whimpered, yet that smirk was short lived when she felt Blaise kneel behind her, his arms around her stomach, his hardness pressing against her wetness, and this time there was nothing to hinder his invasion.

She took the head of Draco's cock in her mouth and she sucked softly while her tongue caressed it, and her hands didn't stop their movements. She whimpered around it when she felt Blaise pushing into her, his entrance facilitated by how wet Draco had gotten her moments before.

Blaise slowly yet surely slid his cock within her until he was buried to the hilt, leaning over her, holding onto her as if for life.

Draco began to thrust into her mouth as Blaise pulled out only to slam right back in. That slammed her down on Draco's cock, gagging for a second until she grew used to having both of their cocks in her.

While she wasn't a virgin, she'd only had sex once, and Blaise was bigger than Harry, so it hurt her a little, but the pleasure was greater, and she bobbed her head up and down Draco's pole to match Blaise's thrusts. In seconds they'd formed a rhythm between the three of them purer than music.

"Well, they didn't return." Pansy smirked to herself as the party ended hours later. Maybe the boys had finally gotten lucky and would stop acting as if they had a pole stuck up their arses.

"Thanks for inviting us to the party." Ginny thanked Maggie, who smiled back, blushing slightly.

"I'm glad that you came and spoke to me this evening." Maggie announced. "I had a really good time tonight."

"Uh, yeah. Me too." The redhead announced brokenly.

"You're definitely the guy in this relationship." Pansy whispered to Ginny when Maggie turned to wave at someone leaving.

Ginny made a face at Pansy, yet it was suspiciously innocent when Maggie turned to look at her again.

"We should be going." Harry announced, placing his hand on the small of Ginny's and Pansy's back, beginning to lead them away, obviously clueless to the fact that (a) he'd just ruined a 'moment' between the redhead and the blonde, and (b) Pansy didn't like him touching his ex, even if she was obviously more interested in skirts than pants.

Both girls narrowed their eyes at him and stalked out of the Ravenclaw Common Room.

"What did I do?" Harry asked.

Ron (who'd been left dateless when Lavender suddenly got teary-eyed and left the party some moments after they'd arrived) shook his head. "They're girls, Harry." He replied, as if that should be enough to explain their strange behavior.

Harry shook his head.

Both boys returned to their Common Room.

Lavender pretended to be sleeping on the sofa when Ginny came in, stormed in, actually. She hid her face in the cushions and even tried to snore, anything to keep the redhead from realizing that she'd been awake, crying.

"Bloody Harry." Ginny muttered darkly to herself as the portrait closed behind her. "Had to go and ruin the moment. Bloody hell!"

Lavender didn't know if Ginny'd cursed because she was so angry, or if it was because she'd seen her on the sofa.

She felt a movement close to her.

Ginny.

There was silence as she felt Ginny's fingers softly pushing the hair out of her face, obviously believing that she was sleeping. "I didn't know that you snored." She whispered, slightly in awe. "It's damn cute."

Lavender continued to fake it.

Ginny sighed before turning and going to the Girls' Dorms.

Lavender opened her eyes and watched her leave.

Sensing the portrait open and hearing her boyfriend's voice, she quickly closed her eyes once more, wishing that she truly were asleep, and that this was all just a horrible nightmare.

(The Next Morning)

Groaning, Hermione tried moving, yet she was trapped beneath deadweight. Her head hurt and her limbs were sore, and she couldn't remember why. What had happened? Had she had another accident and was now in the hospital wing under the effects of some potion?

Someone groaned to her right, snuggling closer against her for warmth.

Someone else, this time to her right, muttered in his sleep, already nearly completely on top of her thus didn't need to snuggle closer.

Hermione's eyes opened with a jolt. Caramel eyes widened as she realized what the weight on her was. Two heads of hair were buried in her chest, one brunette like her own, and the other a platinum blonde.

She closed her eyes as it all came back to her. She'd slept with Draco Malfoy and Blaise Zabini.

Well, to be technical, they hadn't slept at all.

Shut up! She scolded her other voice and somehow managed to get out from under both boys without waking them up. She looked around and realized that they were in Draco's room, thank Merlin. That meant they still didn't know the password to her room…which meant she could escape for a second and regroup.

In her room, Hermione examined herself in the mirror. Anyone seeing the naked girl, covered in bruises and ugly dark marks, would have cried out in horror, imagining angry fists having created the marks. But Hermione knew better, and she shivered when she discovered a yet another 'love mark'.

She smiled. They were actually quite sexy. It was as if those two Slytherins left their mark on her on purpose—then again, knowing those two possessive jerks, they probably had. It'd probably been there intention to leave so many marks on her that the other guys would know that something had happened and that she now belonged to 'them', as they'd whispered several time during their lovemaking.

Shaking her head, Hermione went to bathe, and when she dressed and combed her hair, she peeked in on the boys, who were still sleeping peacefully, obviously exhausted after last night. She considered waking them up because of classes, but didn't have the heart. They looked too cute.

During the time she'd been away, they'd managed to cuddle with each other, obviously believing that the other was her.

She smirked as she imagined their reaction when they'd awaken to find themselves in that position.

Grabbing her bag, she hurried out of the Common Room, but not before she heard twin screams of horror from the bedroom.

Granted that this chapter is a little shorter than the others…it had…coughcough…other material in it that I know was something a lot of you were waiting for. I've never written three-way before (I'm sure it showed) so I'm sorry if it let anyone down.

Okay, the part with Lavender sorta came out without my knowledge or consent. Don't know why I sorta like her.

Just in case anyone was wonder, the "United, Divided" was about the Draco/Hermione/Blaise and the Ginny/Lavender

THIS STORY SHOULD BE ENDING SOON!

Review, my beauties?