A/N:

Sorry it took so long but I've been working on something I'll hopefully share with you all soon.

So, who wants some Dramionaise smut? Well read on…

As always massive thanks and love to LaBelladoneX who is the bestest Beta ever!

Hope you enjoy it

~ coyg_81 x

To Catch a Kitten

Part Two

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Draco managed to last a whole ninety minutes before he demanded the three of them leave the ball and head back to his room for the night. Opening the dance with Hermione had been particularly excruciating. He couldn't believe nobody had spotted the fairly obvious bulge in his trousers. Having the curly-haired witch in his arms for the first dance, knowing what was going to happen later, made Draco grip her tightly and pull her into him, closer than what was deemed acceptable at a formal dance.

They'd had a couple of drinks each and spoken to a few of their classmates and professors before Draco dragged her back to the dancefloor, keen to have her back in his embrace.

Blaise had taken over when it looked like Draco was about to rip her dress from her body and fuck her right there in the middle of the hall. The Italian glided around the dance floor with her, noticing his lover standing off to the side trying to get himself back under control.

"What's wrong with Draco?" Hermione asked worriedly, looking up into Blaise's deep brown eyes.

Blaise smirked before he lowered his lips to her ear. "If I hadn't taken over, there was every chance he would have shagged you into the floor, right here."

Hermione shivered at Blaise's words, his warm breath fanning the side of her neck. She gulped before he pulled his head back to look at her.

"Does that scare you, Dolcezza?"

"No," she answered, shyly averting her gaze from his intense stare. "It used to."

"And now it doesn't?"

"No. Draco was correct back in September when he said you would break me. I can't stop thinking about either of you. I-I want you. Both of you." She watched Blaise's breathing hitch and his eyes widen at her words as he groaned.

"We need to get out of here," Blaise told her through gritted teeth. He began leading her from the dancefloor towards Draco, who was leaning against a pillar watching them both closely. He straightened as they approached, the blond noticing the feral look in his boyfriend's face. What had their little lion said to him?

"Blaise?" Draco questioned, pulling Hermione into the warm curve of his body, running a hand up and down her arm.

"I think it's time we left before we all embarrass ourselves." The dark Slytherin informed him.

Not needing to be told twice, Draco grabbed Hermione's hand and started leading her from the Great Hall, with Blaise following behind.

"Draco," Hermione cried, tugging on his hand. He was practically dragging her along with his fast pace.

Merlin, the way she calls my name.

"Granger," he growled, stopping and turning to face the out-of-breath witch. They were halfway down the steps to the dungeons by this stage.

"Heels, Draco," she told him, pointing to her footwear. "I can't walk as fast as you."

"Easy solution for that," he smirked, lifting her into his arms and laughing at the little squeal she made. "Come, Blaise," Draco called over his shoulder, continuing down the steps.

"Oh, I intend to," Blaise muttered under his breath.

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Entering his bedroom, Draco put Hermione down at the foot of his bed. "Granger," he breathed huskily, reaching a hand around the back of her neck, bringing her lips to his own. His other hand tightened around her hip, gripping her firmly.

Hermione moaned as their tongues slid against each others, his warm, soft lips moving against hers. She ran her hands through the soft blond hair at the nape of his neck, tugging on the fine strands, making him moan and grind his hips into hers as he pulled her closer.

Blaise moved behind Hermione, peppering kisses along the side of her neck as his fingers toyed with the zip of the dress he couldn't wait to see on the floor. Heart racing, she pressed her thighs together to stem the arousal pooling between her legs.

He slowly slid the zip down, caressing the exposed skin along the way. Goosebumps appeared where he touched, teasing as Draco continued to plunder her mouth. Light and dark surrounded Hermione — one grinding against her, the other laying her bare.

Pulling her mouth from Draco's, she stared at the wild look in his eyes. "More," she moaned, moving her fingers to undo his tie.

Blaise peeled the dress from her shoulders, smiling wickedly as the gentle touch of his fingers ghosting down Hermione's arms brought shivers to the witch. He knelt as he brought the material over her hips and down her slim legs. She automatically stepped out of it, remembering that the shoes were to stay on. He ran his hands along her legs as he stood back up, kneading the firm globes of her arse, encased in peach lace boy shorts.

Arching her back, she pushed further into Blaise's hands while working the buttons of Draco's shirt. The blond bent forward, placing hot, wet kisses along the underside of her ear, running his tongue down the side of her neck and nipping at her collarbone.

Hermione removed Draco's shirt, gliding her hands down his firm, toned arms and letting it fall to the floor before moving to his belt. Nimble fingers making easy work as she popped the button, lowered the zip, and cupped his sizeable manhood.

"Fuck, Granger," Draco moaned, his lips just above her right breast. "Not enough." The need to bury his cock inside her was too great to ignore. Pushing her hands away, he raced to free himself from the confine of his trousers. "Strip, Blaise," he ordered the Italian, who was still caressing every inch of Hermione's skin he could reach from behind her.

Once Draco was naked, he faced Hermione. Blaise stood behind her — now bare as well. Draco groaned as he stared at her. Blaise had taken her hair down, the soft curls flowing down her back. He watched the rise and fall of her full breasts, encased in a matching peach lace balconette bra. The colour suited her slightly golden tan skin. Draco didn't know how she stayed that colour in the middle of a Scottish December when there was zero sun. Whatever she did, it worked as the peach colour of her underwear complemented her skin in a very sexy way.

Draco gulped as he devoured the sight of her slim shoulders, full round breasts, flat stomach, slim waist and long, toned legs. His gaze travelled down her legs to the dainty feet in those come fuck me shoes. He groaned at the sight of those fucking shoes; he'd never seen anything like them. Draco always had a thing for a woman in a sexy pair of heels, but these were on another level.

Blaise popped the clasp of her bra and let it fall, turning her to face him. "You are gorgeous, Hermione," he whispered, kissing her softly as Draco moved them all backwards toward the bed. Falling in a heap, they laughed at the tanglement of their arms and legs.

Both wizards moved to either side of her, propping their heads on their hands. Draco's hand caressed the soft skin of her stomach, learning her curves. Blaise's fingers trailed across her collarbone and down between her now naked breasts, circling each one with maddeningly slow movements.

"Hermione?"

She turned to look at Draco. "Yes."

"Are you a virgin?" he asked a little nervously, watching her blush at his question.

"Why does that matter?"

"It matters because neither one of us wishes to hurt you or pressure you into anything you don't want to do. As much as I need to be inside you right now, I'm not in the habit of forcing witches, and—" he paused for effect. "— if you are in fact a virgin then we'll need to know so we can be gentle with you, Kitten."

"Oh," she answered in surprise, shocked at how sweet he was being. "Well then, no, I'm not a virgin."

Draco was happy and infuriated at the same time — happy that she wasn't a virgin and they wouldn't have to be too gentle with her tonight, but also furious that some other man had touched what was his and Blaise's.

"Who?" he asked through clenched teeth.

"Why does it matter?"

"It just does."

"Why?"

"Because I want to rip whoever it was from limb to limb for daring to touch you."

Fuck! His possessiveness was such a turn on. Normally this would piss Hermione off — she wasn't anybody's property and answered to no one — but coming from Draco, it was incredibly hot.

"Who was it?" he growled.

"That has nothing to do with you and I'm not telling. It's private."

"Oh, Kitten. From now on you'll keep nothing from me and Blaise. I will find out, but for now I'll forget about it because the greater urgency is making you come… a lot."

She turned to him then, pressing their lips together and moving her leg over his hip, pushing closer to him. Blaise covered the length of her body from behind, his hard cock pressing deliciously against her arse, his mouth kissing along the back of her neck, sending sparks of electricity jolting through her. Draco plundered her mouth with his hot, velvety tongue, moving his hand down between their bodies, cupping one of her firm breasts.

"Fuck, Granger. I need to be inside you." Draco panted, wrenching his mouth from hers and catching Blaise's glance over her shoulder. Blaise nodded once at him before moving off the side of the bed. Draco pushed Hermione onto her back once again pressing his lips to her, his tongue licking into her mouth, wrapping around hers, making Hermione moan. This time he wasn't as gentle, the kiss rough and demanding.

Hermione loved the taste of Draco. He tasted like whiskey and sex; a heady combination for her already overworked senses. Her pussy throbbed with desire and she wanted nothing more than for Draco to take her and claim her with that long, hard cock that was pressed into the side of her thigh.

For some reason she couldn't explain she wanted Draco inside her and not Blaise the first time. After all of their history she wanted nothing more than to be fucked hard by the blond Slytherin. Blaise would get his turn later.

"Fuck me, Draco," she demanded as he moved his lips across her jaw and down her throat, growling against her skin. He continued kissing along her collarbone and down her chest before encasing her left nipple between his teeth and pulling gently.

"Oh, God," Hermione cried out, arching her back to get his mouth closer. Fireworks exploded inside her at the pleasure/pain of having her nipple tugged like that.

Draco moved his tongue across her smooth skin to the other nipple, lavishing the same amount of attention. Blaise, meanwhile, had moved to the end of the bed, stroking Hermione's legs with his warm hands. He moved up her thighs, caressing as he went until his fingers dipped into the waistband of her underwear, lowering them down her legs and letting them fall to the floor.

"Such a pretty pussy, Kitten. And already so wet for us," Blaise said in a husky voice; he couldn't wait to taste her. Kneeling on the edge of the bed, he bent forward, spread her thighs with his palms and licked a line up the centre of her cleft, making her writhe beneath him. Blaise placed his hands on Hermione's hips, holding her down as he sucked her hard little clit between his lips, swirling his tongue around it before licking and nipping down the length of her and thrusting his tongue into her wet opening. He fucked her with his tongue, lapping at her juices.

"Oh fuck… fuck… fuck," she cried out, grabbing the back of Blaise's head and trying to lift her hips closer to him. Grinding her centre against his mouth, Hermione could feel her orgasm approaching like a train. With Draco's hands all over her breasts — pulling and twisting, groping and kneading her — his mouth sucking loves bites across her neck, and Blaise's tongue doing wicked things to her cunt, she couldn't hold on any longer.

"Come, Kitten," Draco demanded into her ear, running his tongue around her lobe. "Come on Blaise's face… now!"

Blaise moved his tongue back to her clit, circling and sucking it in a steady rhythm, while one hand moved from her hip so he could slide two fingers into her, making her scream.

Hermione's body clenched as her orgasm thundered through her. Blaise's fingers were trapped by her pulsing pussy as her clit throbbed under his tongue. In that moment of pure pleasure, Draco smashed his lips against hers, swallowing her groan as his tongue delved into her mouth. It was divine.

Blaise rode out Hermione's orgasm with her until she flopped bonelessly back into the mattress. He kissed his way up her stomach and neck — pushing Draco out of the way — and thrust his tongue into her mouth, making her savour herself. "You taste fucking exquisite, Hermione," he groaned against her lips, before slipping to her side. He and Draco had discussed this scene between them so many times over the years. If they ever found themselves lucky enough to be in this position then they'd decided that Blaise would go down on her and Draco would be the first to fuck her. It was something the blond hadn't been able to explain to his boyfriend but Blaise understood Draco's need to bury his cock in her before him, to be the first to mark her. He stroked her cheek with the back of his hand. "Look at Draco, Hermione."

Draco had moved off the bed and now stood at the end of it, fisting his large cock in his palm, rubbing his glistening pre-come down his length. Hermione gulped as he stepped nearer, unable to take her eyes away from his erection. He crawled up her body, his cock nestled at her centre.

"Are you sure about this, Granger? You can still back out." He gulped at the realisation that she could indeed still say no.

"Draco, if you don't put that big cock in me, I'm going to hit you — again," Hermione told him through gritted teeth. She could feel him pushing the tip of his throbbing dick against her opening. Lifting her hips slightly, he slid in a little further.

Draco groaned and thrust into her hard, almost growling at the silky feel of her. "Fuck, Granger. I knew you'd feel good. Fuck, you're so tight." He could feel his cock harden further, encased in her hot, wet channel.

"Move, Draco," Hermione panted. Now he'd given her a few seconds to adjust to the size of him, she needed him to move.

Draco pulled out of her nearly all the way before thrusting back in, setting a hard pace as he pounded his cock into her. "Merlin, you love it, don't you, Kitten? You love me fucking your tight cunt, don't you?"

"Oh, Gods… Draco," Hermione shouted out, meeting him thrust for thrust. He felt so good, every thrust hitting that spot inside, making her see stars.

"Yes, Granger. Take it. Take the fucking I'm giving you," he growled before smashing his lips against hers. Hooking the back of her thighs with his hands, he lifted her slightly, deepening the angle he was fucking at. Hermione arched her back, feeling Draco's thighs slap against the back of hers. She instantly wrapped her legs around him.

Draco plunged even deeper inside as the spikes on those shoes dug into the cheeks of his arse. He'd forgotten she still had them on. "Fuck! Yes, Kitten, more," he cried out.

Hermione pressed the heels of her shoes into his soft skin even harder, making Draco moan into her mouth as he fucked her rougher. His pubic bone pushing onto her clit sent her spiralling over the edge once again. Clenching her thighs around his hips, Draco pushed into her twice more before crying out her name, his warm seed coating her inside.

He collapsed on top of her, his lips kissing along her jaw as he tried to regain his equilibrium. That had been… Fuck, he didn't have words to describe it.

"I knew it would be like that, Kitten," Draco breathed into the side of her neck before lifting his head to stare into her glazed eyes.

"Like what?" Hermione managed to answer, trying to get her breath back, Draco's weight still on top of her not helping the situation. He didn't move though. He needed this connection while he told her.

"Powerful, Hermione. It was powerful, intense and fucking amazing. I knew fucking you would rock my world." He watched as she took in his words, emotions flitting across her face.

Yes," she agreed. "It was." She moved her hands up to caress his face, pulling him down for a sweet, soft kiss.

Breaking apart, Draco moved out of her and to the side, falling onto his back. Then Blaise moved to cover Hermione's body with his own. "My turn," he teased, taking her head in both of his hands before thrusting his cock into her. Hermione cried out at the intense feeling, her walls still fluttering from the after-effects of her two orgasms. She hadn't been ready for Blaise to be inside her but it still felt fucking amazing.

"Oh cazzo, sei cosi stretto. Posso sentire Draco in te. Fuck, you feel so good, Cara. So wet and hot," Blaise cried out as he started fucking her, lowering his lips to hers. "Do you like having my cock fuck you while Draco's come is still in you?"

What was it with these two and the dirty talk? Not that she was complaining; it made the whole scenario ten times hotter with the filthy things they said to her and Blaise speaking in Italian was an aphrodisiac all of its own.

"Yes, Merlin, yes." Hermione gasped, lost in the bliss of pleasure Blaise was inflicting on her. "God, I love you fucking me, Blaise. Harder," she demanded.

"Sweet Circe, Hermione. The way you make me feel," Blaise declared, grabbing one of her legs and throwing it over his shoulder as he pounded into her. "God, you love it, don't you, Hermione? You love being fucked by two wizards. You like it hard and rough, don't you?"

"Yes," she screamed as Blaise deepened the angle, hitting that spot that Draco had. Hermione was losing her mind, her skin burning with heat. She needed to come again, she could feel her walls squeezing Blaise's dick as another orgasm approached her. Tears formed at the corner of her eyes as the pressure in her core increased with his thrusts.

"We're going to fuck you together later, Kitten. Would you like that? Would you like to have both of us fill your holes at the same time? Hard, raw, fucking?" Blaise gritted out between clenched teeth. "Come, Hermione. Come with me," he ordered her as he thrust one more time before his cock began pumping his hot come into her, mixing with her juices and Draco's come.

Hermione cried out his name as her orgasm washed over her, leaving the witch shivering in delight. Blaise kissed her before removing himself and also lying down next to her. All three were quiet as they each contemplated what had just happened.

Jesus fucking Christ, these two were going to kill her with pleasure and multiple orgasms. Hermione couldn't form words as her body pulsed with aftershocks of the three orgasms they had given her and the bewilderment she felt fucking two different men.

Bring it on! Her heart told her. Think about this for a moment, her head told her. What would people say? She'd just had sex with two wizards. And not just any wizards… Draco Malfoy and Blaise Zabini from Slytherin. Her life was now fucked and she knew it. But — as she lay there warring with her heart and brain — she remembered what she'd told herself a week ago. So what if people talked about them? The way she was feeling, — boneless, satiated and happy beyond measure — she really couldn't give a stuff what the rest of the world thought. These two incredible wizards lying either side of her were going to make her happier than ever and, after the last seven years of her life and all that she'd been through at such a young age, she made her decision.

"Do you regret it?" She heard Draco ask quietly from her left.

"No," she immediately responded, the truth falling from her lips easily. She sighed. "I don't regret it at all. As usual, I was having a silent battle with myself, trying to reconcile what just happened and my feelings towards it," she told them both honestly.

"And?" Draco questioned, not sure he wanted to hear the answer.

It was quiet for a few moments, none of them moved while Hermione gathered her thoughts before speaking.

"If I hadn't wanted that to happen then it wouldn't have. I wanted it, and—" she paused, too shy to say what she really felt, still not sure if all that they'd said was the truth and now that they'd 'had' her, would they revert back to the arseholes they were before? God, why was she being such a wimp about this? Where was her Gryffindor courage?

"And what, Hermione?" Blaise quietly asked this time.

"And… I want it to happen again. I want you both, but I'm afraid." There, she'd said it. The thing that really bothered her.

"Afraid of what?" Draco this time asking the question.

"I know what you've both been saying to me these last couple of months but I still can't get my head around the fact that you two want me. I mean… as in… a real relationship. That-that this isn't a one-time thing."

Draco realised what she was saying straight away; she was still scared this was all a game and they were going to hurt and embarrass her. Turning to her, he caressed his palm against her cheek, brushing her wild curls behind her ear and giving her the confirmation she needed.

"Hermione," he started, making sure she was looking at him before he went on. He wanted her to see the truth in his eyes. "That was incredible. You are incredible. I couldn't imagine how this could be any more perfect. You have nothing to be scared of, baby," he reiterated, still softly palming her cheek. "Blaise and I are here as long as you want us." He looked across at his lover who nodded.

Blaise leaned up so both of them were now looking down at her as her gaze flickered between them both.

"It's the truth," he confirmed, pinning his eyes to hers as he spoke. "We-we love you, Hermione," he stuttered but carried on regardless. "We love you so much. You don't know how happy we both are to be here right now… with you."

"Oh." Hermione couldn't manage any other words. She was stunned by his admission of love. That certainly changed things. Did she love them? She wanted them — that was for certain — but love? She wasn't sure about that — yet.

"You don't have to say it back if you're not ready, Hermione. Draco and I understand you might not be there yet but we wanted to reassure you that this isn't a game for us. That's the furthest thing from our minds. We're more interested in keeping you exactly where you are. In between us," he smirked wickedly at her.

Those words unwound her inner turmoil. They loved her, they weren't playing and they both wanted her. It was the confirmation she needed. Moving her head towards Blaise, she gave him a soft kiss before turning and doing the same to Draco.

"I think I may need to nap for a while before round two," she declared quietly to the young, virile wizards either side of her and changing the subject in the process. "You seem to have both worn me out."

Draco snickered while Blaise let out a small laugh.

"A nap sounds good, Kitten," Draco agreed as he moved so her back was pressed against his front. His hand circled her waist, his fingers tracing patterns against the warm skin of her stomach. Blaise turned towards them and threw his arm across them both as the three settled down under the thick duvet.

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Yes, there's going to be a third and final chapter…