"W-what ideas?" Hermione managed to get out before a pair of warm, soft, but demanding lips crashed down on hers. Making a small noise of surprise – that the other boy must have taken as a 'yes' because he continued to kiss her passionately. She slowly relaxed against the assault and kissed back. Merlin, it had been so long since her last kiss, and that one wasn't even half as good as this.
Another pair of hands snaked their way over her – Merlin forbid! – scantily clad body. They caressed her back gently before slipping underneath the nightgown and outrightly groping her arse. The pair of lips attached to hers lifted slightly and moved to tackle her neck. She squirmed when those lips tickled her teasingly, and gave out a hearty moan when they sucked and nipped, smoothly licking over the bites. She looked down at pale-blond hair, and twisted her head sideways to see Blaise grinning at her. Using his upper arm strength, he hauled her into his lap by the grip he still had on her butt. The delicious mouth on her neck followed her movement and dipped lower, licking and tasting her down to the V-neck of the dress.
Her thoughts ran in directions they had no purpose going in, and she could not help respond to their ministrations. Her hands began caressing their hot flesh without her consent, her moans were oil to the slow-burning fire of their desire. Draco ripped his mouth away from her neck to look down, happily assessing the bite-marks he found there.
"Bed." It wasn't a request, but a command. Blaise gladly consented by heaving her up by the hold he had on her ass, and carrying her into Draco's room. As soon as he was inside, he threw Hermione unceremoniously down on the bed and looked at her as a predator would assess his prey. Draco traipsed in after them, looking as pleased as the cat who got the cream… or was it canary? For the life of her, she could not remember the Muggle saying, as Blaise chose that particular moment to claim her lips in a searing kiss.
Not willing to be left out, Draco joined them on the bed, which dipped slightly as his weight joined the kissing pair. Hermione vaguely felt her arms reaching out for him, and warm fingers wrap around her smaller hands. She thought she felt feather-light kisses on her fingertips, but she couldn't be sure, considering it was the cold-hearted Ice Prince that was holding her hands. She whined when the hands joining hers slipped away, but gasped in surprise when they rejoined her body again, this time exploring her willing body.
Blaise broke off from the kiss and grinned at her, and her breath caught just seeing how dashing he actually was, wearing a smile instead of a scowl or sneer as he usually did in her presence. She looked back, dazed, as his lips began to retrace the journey Draco's hands had taken, kissing her soft curves and heated skin with reverence, occasionally dragging his tongue across her sensitive skin. Draco's mouth took over hers, provoking her tongue into battle. His hands continued to slide down her body, setting her nerve endings on fire.
"More…" She moaned into his mouth, and he obeyed, slipping a finger into her wet folds. She buckled against it, trying to impale herself onto his digit, but he smirked against her lips and held her still, slipping his finger back out to tease her clit with slow circling strokes. Blaise, whose head had rocked with Hermione's sudden jerk, settled back to pepper kisses down her flat belly, smirking in much the same way Draco was. It seems that they have perfected their non-verbal communication, but Hermione found no reason to complain when Draco pushed his glorious finger back into her at the same time Blaise's tongue claimed the spot where Draco's finger has just left. She was so close…
Another finger breached her and the pleasure mingled with a tinge of pain was enough to send her over the edge, tumbling into a blissful abyss.
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A/N: Not so fast! Our boys aren't quite down with poor Hermione… Review for more action!