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Panther Eyes, you wanted the boys' view on the traumatic episode in the bedroom…well…it wasn't planned in this chapter, but I wrote it just for you. Enjoy!

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Draco sighed contentedly as he snuggled closer to the body next to his. He knew that it was morning and that they should be getting up soon or they'd be late for breakfast, but he didn't want to do so. He could deal without having had breakfast—but knowing Hermione she'd be scolding them on how breakfast was the most important meal of the day, so he sighed, waking himself a little more.

He smirked a little smugly, eyes still closed, as the body snuggled closer, head against his chest, around his waist. Hermione was practically all over him. Zabini would die with envy if he could just see them now.

That was when, he suddenly realized, that the chest against his had no breasts.

Of course, Hermione didn't have large ones, but he felt as if the chest was completely flat.

Something was off.

Forcing his eyes opened, all he could see was a head of brown hair.

So far so good.

"Mione." The voice whispered sleepily against his skin.

And the world came crashing down on Draco Malfoy as he recognized that voice.

He screamed as he shoved Blaise Zabini off of him.

Blaise, waking up abruptly, realized what had happened and his scream joined Draco's.

They jolted to separate sides of the bed and viciously fought with each other for the sheet to try and cover their nakedness from each other. They'd awoken with their usual 'Morning Wood', but the horror of what had happened had caused their cocks to shrivel up and go embarrassingly limp.

"Give me the damn sheet!" Draco gave an extra hard tug and managed to get it from Blaise—only uncovering him completely. "Argh!" Draco screamed, hands flying to cover his eyes as he quickly turned his head.

"Dammit Malfoy!" Looking around the room quickly, Blaise reached for a pillow and used it to cover his family jewels.

Both pointedly ignored the other.

"Where the hell is Hermione?" Draco finally asked as he held the sheet firmly around him, refusing to even look in Blaise's direction.

"I don't know, but I damn well am going to find out!" Blaise growled, turning to leave the room.

Draco turned, glad to see him go until he realized that the pillow only covered his front—which meant that Draco unwillingly got a good look at his arse.

"Argh!" Draco cried out once more in horror, burying his face in the first pillow he found.

He was going to need therapy to get that bloody image out of his nightmares.

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Hermione was happily eating breakfast when Draco and Blaise entered the Great Hall, both ignoring each other pointedly and making it a fact to sit on opposite sides of the table—as far from the other as humanly possible. She couldn't keep her laughter in her as she shook with uncontrollable giggles—surprising Harry and Ron—yet Ginny smirked knowingly since Hermione had whispered to her earlier about what had happened.

But something seemed to be bothering Ginny as most of the students got up, having finished eating. She shared a smile with Maggie Turner from across the room when she caught her staring at her, yet still a frown tugged at her lips.

She looked as if she were fighting herself before looking at Ron. "So, uh—where's Lavender? She hasn't come down to eat."

"She hasn't?" Ron asked, obviously not having noticed it before. "Hmm. Weird. That one likes breakfast."

Ginny shook her head as if to contradict him, then she caught herself and looked down at her bread but not seeing it. "She doesn't eat breakfast, she likes watching people eat."

Obviously Ginny hadn't meant for anyone to hear her, but Hermione had, and she frowned, bit on her bottom lip as she read the pain in her friend's eyes. She should have realized that Ginny was in love with Lavender and one night with another girl wouldn't change that.

But what could?

And was it Hermione's place to anything about it?

"Poor Lavender." Parvati was whispering to Margaret Thandel. "She cried all night last night."

Ginny tensed, but only Hermione noticed it.

"I know." Margaret nodded. "She's been so depressed the last two days. But last night—she looked completely heart-broken."

Ginny paled and seemed to be counting to herself and realizing something. She stole a guilty look at her brother and hung her head, pained.

Ron, of course, hadn't been listening. He was contentedly oblivious to everything and everyone but him and his food.

Ginny suddenly realized this and shot him a harsh look, then she seemed angrier at him then herself, and she got up from the table.

Hermione looked at her cautiously. "What are you going to do?"

"Well, if the right Weasley doesn't go see what's wrong with her, then another should." But she wasn't meeting Hermione's eyes. "She might be a Weasley one day, and we should look out for each other."

Hermione smiled sadly. She shot a look at Ron, who was laughing at something Harry was telling him—something about quidditch. Honestly. Didn't they ever do anything other than Quidditch and Wizard Chess?

"You do realize that I'm not called a bloody genius just because people like me, right?" Hermione asked. "We both know that that's not the reason you're going to go look for her."

Ginny looked as if about to deny it, then she hung her head, speaking in soft whispers like Hermione, despite the fact that no one was listening to their conversation. "Mione, I broke up with her two days ago…and I completely blew her off last night."

"I'd figured that." Hermione nodded diplomatically. "Are you sure you want to do this? Maggie seems to like you. A lot. And even if Lavender shares your feelings—she is Ron's girlfriend."

"I know what I'm doing." Ginny turned and silently made her out of the Great Hall.

Hermione shook her head.

Ginny and Lavender…

Her gaze fell upon Ron and Harry when she heard her redheaded friend complaining that Harry wasn't paying attention and asking why. Her brown eyes took in his slight blush, and followed his quick yet discreet glances at the Slytherin table. Hermione smiled brightly when she realized that those looks were directed at Pansy Parkinson, who half-heartedly listened to Millicent.

The black haired girl smirked at Harry, obviously catching his glance every time he tried to discreetly look at her. Honestly, Harry wasn't known for subtlety, and Pansy proved that by even wriggling her fingers at him cheekily during one of his glances.

He went blood red and looked down at his food intently.

Ron still couldn't figure out what was going on.

Hearing Pansy giggling, Harry looked at her in surprise, yet his eyes became slits when he realized that she was laughing at something a Slytherin boy had whispered in her ear while bending behind her.

Pansy noticed him looking at her again, and was visibly surprised at the expression on his face until she realized why he was looking at her so threateningly. A wide smile lit her face and she rolled her eyes at him before blowing a kiss in his direction.

Harry blushed, looking away, yet seemed mightily pleased with himself.

Harry and Pansy…

Luna, now completely over the episode in the Black Lake, laughed as Seamus and Neville were arguing on each side of her at the Ravenclaw table. The blonde placed a hand on each shoulder and pushed them back down before giggling and telling them something that obviously calmed them down enough to continue eating in peace.

Seamus, Luna, and Neville.

Feeling eyes on her, Hermione smirked as she returned the gazes of her lovers.

Me and my snakes.

My snakes and I.

She shook her head at herself, never noticing someone at the Ravenclaw table watching her.

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It seemed natural for both boys to sit on each side of her during the classes they had together. They were only a few months away from graduation, and whether by coincidence or not, the three of them shared almost all of the same classes, while Ron and Harry had a completely different schedule.

It was during Advanced Potions with Professor Willard that she received the punishment she knew she'd receive for having left them to cuddle. At first they'd just placed their hands on her knees tranquilly, yet as the professor got more and more into his lesson, their hands slowly made their way higher up her thighs, pushing the skirt back as they moved.

Thank Merlin for the fact that they were seated in the back of the class due to the fact that they'd been the first ones to arrive—and having planned this Draco and Blaise had seated her there.

Hermione closed her eyes and her mouth opened in a muted groan when they began to tease her inner thigh—and she spread her legs wider to give them better access to her. They pinched and tickled her thighs, going slowly towards her cunt, reaching it at the same time.

Yep. They had definitely planned this one out.

But, they hadn't planned on one thing.

They jerked in surprise and looked at each other over her head when they realized that she hadn't put on any underwear.

Hermione smirked as she continued writing down what the professor was scribbling on the board. She bit down on her lip to keep from groaning when they returned to their teasing.

Blaise ran his flinger slowly up and down her already moist slit, teasingly slipping in the point of his finger, only to quickly draw it out and continue tracing her slit. He repeated this over and over again until she was desperate to have him plunge his whole finger inside of her…and it was showing as her juices began to coat his fingers and trail down the inside of her thighs.

Draco gripped her swollen clit between his curled fingers and tugged on it, using the right amount of strength to make it painfully pleasurable—something she discovered made her go wild. It was amazing how, just a little bit of pain inflicted in just the right way, could invoke the purest, most dizzying pleasure that now consumed her as a whole?

When Blaise's finger finally slipped into her welcoming folds, Hermione couldn't silence her moan. Thankfully, Professor Willard had been so busy speaking in his high-pitched nasal voice, that no one noticed…no one except the two Slytherins punishing her so exquisitely.

They slowly finger-fucked her during Potions, bringing her so close to cumming, only to pause and wait agonizingly long before igniting her passion with just a flick of their fingers.

Then, right before the class was about to end and Professor Willard was assigning their homework, both boys nodded to each other over her head and went to serious work, their teasing becoming urgent.

With an extra strong tug from Draco, and Blaise's two fingers ramming inside of her harder, Hermione bit down on her bottom lip and drew blood to keep the scream muted as she came.

She collapsed with her face in her book, blood dripping from her broken lip. Her body still shook slightly as she came down from that climax, and the look she shot the boys made them smirk proudly.

Hermione pushed off of the seat, forcing them to pull their hands from her cunt quickly. Her legs were wobbly, and she could taste blood, yet she was happier than she had been in a long time. This promised to be the beginning of an excellent relationship.

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The news was all over the Gryffindor Common Room by lunch. Ronald Weasley and Lavender Brown had broken up. No one knew for sure why, and it would seem that neither did Ron, but he didn't seem quite heartbroken; if the smile he was giving Padma had anything to say about the matter.

He confessed later to Hermione that he was glad that they'd broken up—and on such wonderful terms! He'd realized that while he was attracted to Lavender, something just wasn't there, and plus he had a feeling that she might actually fancy someone else—as did he. So they'd parted as friends.

Lavender sat on the sofa, laughing at something Parvati and Susan were telling her.

Ginny, who was discussing Quidditch with Ron and Harry and the other boys on the team, smiled contentedly in the other girl's direction.

Lavender caught her glancing, and instead of blushing and looking away as she would do before, she instead winked at her.

Ginny blushed in surprise, yet her smile was breathtaking.

Hermione smiled, enjoying being in her Common Room again. Draco and Blaise were busy. Blaise had gotten detention for something or the other, and Draco had Quidditch practice, so she'd been able to escape them a second—and missed them terribly!

She wondered if they were going out…or what.

"Hermione?" A first year called nervously.

"Yes?" Hermione asked.

"There's someone out here asking for you."

Getting up with a surprise, Hermione exited the portrait and was surprised to see Bartholomew Hollows with his back to her, hands in his pocket, looking at his feet.

"Bart?" She asked.

He turned. "Hey."

There was silence. "You here looking for me?"

He nodded. "Yeah. Hermione. I—are you going out with Malfoy—or Zabini?"

"No." Hermione answered. "I'm going out with both of them."

The smile that'd been on his face disappeared quickly. "What?"

"It's complicated." She sighed, leaning against the wall, glad for the fact that they were completely alone. "We're not going out officially, but it's a non-verbal agreement we have with each other. They don't need to tell me that they'll hex any other guy I try to date, just like I don't need to tell them that I'd do the same if they look at another girl."

Bartholomew was silent for a moment. "You don't deserve this Hermione. You should be in a relationship with one guy who is in love with you. Not with two guys who are using you like bed meat."

She cringed at the crude term. "They mightn't say the words, Bart, but I feel it. They care for me."

"But I love you!"

She gasped. "What? But you don't even know me that well!"

He winced and looked away. "It's easy to love you Hermione."

She frowned, sorry to have to do this. "Bart, I'm honored, I am…"

" But you don't feel the same." He sighed when she nodded. "I'll respect that Hermione. But when Zabini and Malfoy mess up, you know where my Common Room is."

She smiled sadly and nodded, watching him as he left.

Turning, she entered back into the Common Room, never realizing that the two Slytherins in question had witnessed the whole exchange.

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"Will you two calm down?" Hermione exclaimed with exasperation later that week in the Head Dorms. She'd come to find two frustrated Slytherins, and after a round of hot and hard sex, they'd continued frustrated. And finally, Blaise had let slip what was bothering them so much, what had been bothering them for a long time.

"But, do you know what he called you?" Blaise announced hotly.

"Bed meat." She repeated as if speaking to a child. "I was there for goodness sakes. Of course I heard what he called me!"

"And you still won't let us hex him because…?" Draco wanted to know, lying on his side, head propped on his hand, watching her intently.

"Because…" Hermione blushed. "I like being the bed meat."

"The bed meat?" Blaise growled.

"Your bed meat." Hermione quickly corrected, laughing at the expression on their faces. "You two are bloody impossible! You know I meant you two when I said that!"

Draco harrumphed.

She laughed from where she was lying on her back. "Bloody wankers."

"Why wank when we can do something so much nicer?" Blaise whispered in her ear seductively.

She shivered in anticipation.

But it seemed that it wasn't to be. Draco and Blaise shared nervous glances before nodding and turning to her. "Hermione Jane Granger, we need to talk."

"That's not fair." She muttered to herself. "I don't know your second names so I can retort you."

Blaise smirked, before going serious once more. "About the other thing that wanker said…"

"I refuse to listen to this any more!" She groaned, covering her head with her pillow.

Draco easily wrestled it away from her. "This is serious."

Realizing that it truly was, Hermione nodded.

"We don't like you, Hermione." Blaise began nervously.

"We're in love with you." Draco finished.

"And we don't plan on letting you get away."

"Ever." Draco smirked at that despite how serious this conversation was.

"So we made a potion to make sure that this never ends." Blaise was obviously nervous now, since he couldn't meet her eyes.

"Potion?" Hermione asked, obviously taken back by all these revelations. "What potion?"

"It's a binding potion." Blaise announced in his 'study' voice. "In the medieval times wizard nobles would take this potion to make sure that there was no infidelity in the marriage, thus ensuring that the heir was truly their child."

"And although we aren't in the medieval days, Blaise and I are pureblood nobles." Draco put in his two-cents. "And both are expected to have heirs soon."

Hermione looked up at them and blinked.

"Our blood and a strand of our hair are already in the potion." Blaise informed, as if giving a class lecture, thus keeping himself from being so nervous. "But we need a drop of your blood and a strand of your hair to finish it."

"But we need you to consent to this of your own free will." Draco looked deep in her eyes. "You need to know that there is no turning back once you drink the potion—you'll always be only ours."

"So…" Blaise cleared his throat nervously. "What do you say?"

Hermione stayed silent.

What could she say?

That they were too young? That they might get bored of her and repent of having chained themselves to her for as long as they both might live?

She looked in their eyes, and bit down on her bottom lip when she realized the love that they felt was real. They wouldn't get bored.

She gulped.

Months ago she'd announce how unconventional relationships never worked. But she'd seen how happy Luna and her 'boys' were…and she'd never seen Ginny or Lavender happier than when they'd come out together some days ago. Despite the fact that a couple of students discriminated against them for their sexual preference, they seemed more in love before, and happier as well.

While conventional was great, unconventional was wonderful too.

She suddenly realized something she'd looked over. "Heirs?"

Amazingly, both Draco and Blaise blushed scarlet.

She suddenly laughed. Now wasn't the time to think things over. She loved them, they loved her, and they wanted heirs. "Is the potion horrible to taste?" She frowned. "How much blood?"

Draco and Blaise smiled.

"So you're agreeing?" Draco asked.

" Yes." She nodded and carefully pulled out a strand of her hair, passing it to Draco. "You'll have to get me a needle or something with which to prick my finger."

Blaise scrambled off the bed to get a needle from Hermione's sewing basket—why she sewed was still out of her understanding.

In the meanwhile Draco went to get the vial of Potion and placed her hair in it, a little fizzing sound frightening Hermione. She looked up as Blaise reached for her hand and gently pricked her finger, squeezing it to draw blood.

She winced, yet let him squeeze it more and her blood dropped into the vial, it again fizzled, yet this time it changed color.

They looked at each other.

Hermione gulped.

Draco cleared his throat. "I'll take the first sip." Closing his eyes he took a third of the potion and made a face as he swallowed it. "Bloody hell Zabini!" He exclaimed in disgust as he wiped his mouth, passing the vial to the other boy. "You never warned that it'd be this awful."

"Stop being such a baby." Blaise sneered before taking a sip of it and his eyes went wide as he forced it down. He coughed, passing the vial to Hermione. "Dammit! You weren't joking! That's putrid!"

"Now who's a baby?" Draco taunted.

Blaise glared at him.

Hermione looked at the vial with misgivings. "You two better have washed your hair before putting strands in this." She warned darkly before closing her eyes tightly and throwing her head back, drinking the vile liquid to the last drop.

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