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Chapter 15 - The Difference in Shades



"Do you see the difference in the shades?
but the green is still close to green, my love
and I believe we are the same
and we'll stay like this, all gold and green
the light collects and projects your heart on a movie screen
and if you close your eyes
we will always be the way we were that night
you crawled inside of me
and you slept in my blood the way you sleep now
the quietest hush has consumed this house.…"

Bright eyes

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Hermione peered curiously out of her door, looking him in the eyes. "I take it you want to come in?"

"Would be good. yeah."

She pulled open the door further, allowing him to come inside her room. He stood under the bare light, a raised eyebrow part of his of tired expression. "I have to say, I'm surprised you weren't ready for me."

"It hadn't occurred to me that you would be coming, after today."

"Really Granger? I don't see why."

"Well that argument you two had in the library and the fact that Vicky was here."

"Oh you heard that did you?"

"It would be hard not to hear it." She smiled a little. "Besides I've learnt to keep an ear open in this house."

"Oh, eavesdropping…" He smirked and reached out, fingering a hole in the sleeve of her nightgown. "That's a pretty sneaky action."

"Can I ask you something?"

"You can. Whether I'll answer or not is another story."

"Why have you been sleeping with Vicky?"

"Frobisher?" He shrugged his shoulders lightly. "She's there and she's up for it. Besides, it means if I need inside information, I have a definite way of extracting it from her."

"But, Blaise.. What are you going to do if Draco finds out what your up to?"

"Well I don't plan on him finding out, at least not until everything finalises and there's nothing that can be done about it."

"He made me sleep with him again the other night you know?"

"Really?" Blaise raised his eyebrow and pulled back the opening of her nightgown, starting to undo the old and beaten buttons. "How drunk was he this time?"

"Very. He wants me to again though."

"So? Do it. It'll be good for him, free sex he doesn't have to stress about, someone he doesn't have to romance or apologise to." He pulled the cotton garment over her shoulders, allowing it to drop to the floor, leaving her standing in an old cream pair of cotton knickers and a plain white bra. "You just have to remember to not scream my name when your in bed with him."

"Oh get over yourself."

Blaise smirked a little. "Actually now that I think about it, it's a pretty good idea for you to be sleeping with him as well on a regular basis." He reached around her back and unhooked the clasp of her bra with one hand, then began pulling it gently away from her. "He'll be that distracted and guilty over fucking a Mudblood, he won't notice what I'm up to."

"So you want me to keep distracting Draco?"

"As often as he needs it." He bent down, hooking his fingers into the sides of her knickers, pulling them down and allowing her to step out of them. He stood straight and looked at her enquiringly. "Although you are going to remember to keep our little trysts secret aren't you?"

She looked at him with a slight air of disbelief. "No, actually, I fancy getting executed."

Blaise shook his head with a smirk, then grabbed her around the waist, picking her up easily and throwing her down on the bed.

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"Have you gone completely mental?" Draco eyeballed himself in the mirror in his bedroom. "Did you seriously just contemplate giving the Mudblood an apology?" He shook his head and waved a finger at his reflection and began moving away towards the bed. "You're losing it, you're definitely losing it."

He pulled down the duvet on his bed and began climbing inside, still talking to himself, trying to rationalise his previous slip of sanity. "No more drinking, as of tomorrow. Who fucking cares if the Mudblood got a bit abused? It wasn't like it was serious."

Draco reached under his pillow, fishing a hip flask out from it's hiding place. "If you told Blaise what you had been up to, he'd rip you a new one." He shook his head slightly and brought the flask up to his lips, taking a deep drink of it's contents. He sighed with satisfaction and placed the metal container on the bedside table and then pulled the covers up around his chin, completely unaware that downstairs, in the maid's room, his best friend was sleeping with the Mudblood servant.

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The Next Evening….

Hermione looked out of the dining room window with a shake of her head and a soft sigh as she watched Blaise and Draco, who were both fairly drunk, in the back garden. She had been observing them since they had returned from working at the ministry that day and both in such apparent high spirits about the way it had gone that they had chosen to celebrate in their usual manner: copious amounts of alcohol.

Draco was attempting to mount his broom, but fell short of being able to since Blaise was throwing fir cones at him and every time one hit him, they both erupted into fits of laughter, prompting Draco to have to start again.

She wasn't quite sure how she ended up in this precarious situation, being the house bound muggleborn slave of two former Slytherins who both claimed to loathe her, but were now both demanding sex from her. Both for different reasons. Draco had made her a proposition, he had said he wanted an uncomplicated person to have sex with, someone he did not have to romance. The way he had approached her about it made her think that he had more reservations about sleeping with a muggleborn, therefore breaking one of the most strict laws, than Blaise had.

Blaise had merely told her she was going to start sleeping with him. His problem not being complication, but simply saving himself some money. He had told her, some of his more unusual sexual appetites, involved scenarios or actions he would never to ask a girlfriend to perform. He could have gone to his favourite whore house of course, but why pay several hundred galleons a time when he had a person living in his home who had to do exactly as she was told? In her head, she imagined that the actions of the two men should have been reversed, but she reasoned to herself that Blaise cared a little less about who he put his cock inside than Draco did.

Not only were they different in their approaches but they were different once inside the bedroom itself, Draco was more standard and formal about things, he just wanted sex. Blaise on the other hand made her carryout any little perverted thought that came into his mind. She had long since learned that it was easier to just let him do whatever it was that he wanted to do than ask questions. Sometimes, like then, standing at the window and watching her two part time lovers muck about with each, she asked herself why she didn't feel cheap or dirty about it. But the answer was always the same; it gave her power.

Blaise would tell her things, confide in her about the secret plans he was executing behind Draco's back, he would also tell her about the number of women he was sleeping with on a fairly regular basis. She wasn't sure why he told her these things, she wondered if maybe he just wanted to talk to someone about it and she was the only person he really could.

There was little talk with Draco, it was just about the sex. It almost seemed animal like, there was a basic need, a hunger, in his actions.

If she would be able to talk to someone about the strange bed company she had been keeping, if she were to speak about it to a friend and compare them, then she would surmise that Blaise was better in bed than Draco, more experienced and certainly more confident. But with Draco it didn't hurt as much and she could take something for herself and enjoy it. Blaise was stronger and had a more chiselled body, Draco wasn't as heavy however and so there was not as much weight pressing down on her. If she had the completely free choice, she would walk out of that house forever and sleep with neither, but if she were given the choice of sleeping with just one, she wasn't sure who she would pick. At least, at that time she did not know.

Hermione was so caught up in her thoughts she did not hear the sound of the fireplace in the living room, nor did she hear the footsteps behind her and a person entering the room. She had become completely engrossed in watching both of the men in the garden who were now both rolling around the floor, barely able to breathe for laughing, Blaise still attempting to throw fir cones at Draco, but they were falling to the ground nowhere near the blonde haired wizard, prompting even more laughter. A cough sounded out from behind her, making her jump slightly and drop the dish cloth she had been using to clean the window, although she had been standing still so long it had turned dry. She half turned her head as she bent down to pick up the cloth, her jaw dropped open a little to see the two pairs of legs, connected to two very slender bodies, belonging to Narcissa Malfoy and Lucretia Zabini.

The two women raised an eyebrow simultaneously at the sight of Hermione, both smirking slightly at her drab clothes. Hermione could not help but notice how elegant the two women looked, Narcissa's long blonde hair flowed effortlessly over her shoulders, the silver dress she wore shimmered in the light, the colour turning green in places. Lucretia had a head of silky black curls, they looked as though they were weaved from satin. and wore a long cerulean gown.

"Would it be too much trouble for you to tell us exactly where our son's are?" Lucretia spoke with an icy voice and a vicious stare. Hermione swallowed a little, she had been well versed on what was commonly known in the house as; The Mother Drill. Basically if either or both of their mother's turned up and the boys were drunk, Hermione was supposed to keep the women from seeing their sons in such a state, at all costs. Lucretia tutted, bored of waiting for an answer, she placed her left hand on her hip and lent to the side, observing what Hermione had been watching in the garden. She turned her head to look towards Narcissa and then pointed towards the window with a slender finger. "Never mind Cissy, they're outside. Shall we?"

Panicking slightly, Hermione jumped to her feet and started to follow the two women who were swiftly moving out of the room. "Erm, why don't you allow me to bring them inside for you? There's a bottle of black vodka in the living room."

Lucretia waved a dismissive hand as her and Narcissa entered the corridor and started making their way outside. "Be quiet Mudblood."

Hermione swore under her breath and looked out of the window, she tried tapping on the glass pane to get the attention of the boys but to no avail. The only thing which had caught their attention was the scowls on the faces of the two women who were glaring down at their drunken sons.

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Author's Notes:

(Paula starts packing bag's, making sure escape route is clear for a quick getaway…)

Ok, I know a fair few of you were not expecting this twist in the turn of events. But I think it's fair to say that any of you who read 'Twists in the road' should know by now that I don't like giving you the full story all at once. I can say with all honesty there are a few more surprises for you as we go along with the story, so watch this space….