TITLE: Experience 10

Author: Snippy

RATING: R

PAIRING: DM/HG, HP/HG

SUMMARY: Love triangle between Harry/Draco/ Hermione. Virginal Hermione decides to let Malfoy seduce her and enlists Harry's help!

DISCLAIMER: Only the plot is mine. Harry, Hermione, Ron, Draco and the rest all belong to JKR. Sniffle

A/N's: So, as many of you may already know, "Angeldevotee" is AKA "Snarky" of Snippy and Snarky. Being her sister, I have gained her permission to finish her story "Experience", hence its new posting under "Snippyandsnarky". Hope that's not too confusing for everyone. Also, in case you were wondering, Snarky has become a legitimately published author, whose works can now be found in ebooks and in print at your local Borders!

P.S. I am also actively seeking beta for this story – all my betas tend to be H/D shippers, so I'm not expecting them to take up the task . . . though, Camille and Fred, if you want to – it's all yours!

So, anyways, here goes – from here on out, it's all my fault if the story sucks!

Harry let himself fall into a deep sleep, anxious to see Hermione's dream, despite his certainty that Malfoy would be in it as well. As he entered into the dream, he found himself on the forbidden third floor and smiled as soon as he recognized it. After their first year's experience on this floor, this part of the dream must be about him. He saw Hermione walking just in front of him. She was dressed in her school uniform, minus the robes. Her skirt was a little shorter, her shirt and vest a little tighter. Her hair was down, the curls tames into tight coils that bounced around her face as she walked. She was breathtaking.

Ahead of her, the hall suddenly split into two hallways. Malfoy lounged against the wall of one, Harry against the wall of the other. Harry couldn't help but sneer at the image of Malfoy. Hermione obviously had an inflated view of the Slytherin prat. He seemed taller, his cheekbones more pronounced, his mouth a little fuller, his pale blond hair hanging in his eyes, with what Harry guessed Hermione felt was a 'dangerous' expression on his face. He was looking Dream!Hermione up and down like a first year looking at the snack trolley.

However, Harry was rather pleased with her image of him. Dream!Harry stood slightly in the shadows, but seemed to emanate an inner light. He, too, had a fringe of dark hair hanging in his green eyes that seemed brighter. His expression as he looked at her was also hungry, though slightly more friendly.

Hermione stood at the apex of the two hallways, a finger on her lips as she tried to decided. Harry leaned back against the wall, wondering what she was going to do. The dream versions of Malfoy and Harry stepped out of their respective hallways. While Harry seemed hesitant about approaching her, Malfoy walked right up to her, slid a hand around the back of her neck and pulled her roughly against his body. She sighed pleasantly and let him take her mouth in a deep kiss. Both Harry's scowled. Dream!Harry waited until Malfoy pulled back, then pushed him away and wrapped both hands around Hermione's waist, swinging her around and bending her over one arm as he kissed her hungrily, in obvious competition with Malfoy's kiss.

Harry was a little amused at the scenario. Was innocent little Hermione really dreaming about making out with two boys in the space of two minutes? Though he did note that the dream seemed to express that she was afraid that Harry only wanted her because Malfoy had shown an interest.

Hermione finally pulled back from the kiss and stepped back, once again considering her choices. Harry chuckled – even in her dreams, Hermione thought a lot.

"So, pet – who's it going to be?" Draco purred at her.

"I'm not sure – I don't know what to do." Hermione bit her lip softly. "I want you both so much!"

"Go with your heart," Dream!Harry urged. When she didn't immediately jump into his arms, he looked hurt and offended.

"You should always make an informed choice," Malfoy piped in. "Why not try us both out and pick the best. I suggest you go with me first."

"And why is that?" Hermione asked, flirtatiously. Harry couldn't help but roll his eyes.

"Because once you've had the best, there will be no reason to try Scarhead, here." Malfoy jerked his head towards Dream!Harry.

"Yeah, but once you've had Slyterhin all over you, there's no way to get that off," Dream!Harry pointed out

"Besides, you'll mess up your oh-so-important friendship," Draco added "There's no friendship to mess up here – just pure, unadulterated sexual attraction."

Hermione looked Draco over, seeming to be siding with him. Dream!Harry was having none of that. "Much as I hate to say it, Ferretface is right. You might as well make an informed decision. You should go with me first, I'll be nicer to you. Your first time should be special." He stepped closer, gently cupping her face in his hands. "I'll make you feel special. I'll make sure it's perfect, just the way you want it."

"The way she wants it, Potter, is with me." Malfoy snarled at him.

"It's a passing fancy. She set her sights on you in the beginning when I was out of the question, and she doesn't like to give up on anything." Dream!Harry smirked. "Even when she's wasting her time on lost causes."

"That would explain why she's still friends with you," Malfoy shot back.

Dream!Harry stepped up to Malfoy, sticking his chest out. "Why don't we settle this like men?"

"A duel?" Malfoy brandished his wand.

Dream!Harry punched him in the face. "No, a fight."

Draco's head snapped to the side. He quickly recovered, throwing a punch back that sent Dream!Harry to the ground. Harry frowned, did Hermione think he was weaker than Draco? That was no good. But, no, his dream self cast a sneaky look under his lashes, and quickly groaned dramatically. Hermione dropped to her knees next to him, cradling him to her.

"Draco!" She cried.

"I like it when you scream my name." Draco smiled. She glared at him, but he was non-plussed. "You're beautiful when you're all pissed off like that. Don't worry about him, he's faking!"

"Are you?" She asked Dream!Harry. His sheepish grin was confession enough. "Harry!"

"Sorry." His tone implied he was anything but. "You have to choose, Hermione!"

"Yeah, pet. Me or Potter," Draco agreed.

"It's not fair – I wish I could have you both!" She cried, still holding onto Dream!Harry, but now looking up at Draco with longing.

"I suppose that could be arranged," Draco said softly. Harry's stomach turned. Was this about to turn into some weird threesome? He had no idea that Hermione thought about such things.

Dream!Harry slowly stood up, pulling Hermione with him and then back against his chest. He moved her hair off her shoulders and started kissing her neck. Draco stepped forward, resting his hands on Hermione's hips. His blond hair spilled over his eyes, brushing her face as he bent to take her mouth in a searing kiss. Both men moved closer, trapping Hermione between them. She moaned softly. Harry's fists clenched as he watched the scene, unsure how to feel about all of this. While the sight of him and Hermione was arousing, seeing Draco also touching her gave him a strange feeling low in his stomach.

Slowly the hallway shifted out of focus and now they were in some sort of strange room, with a very large bed in the middle. Dream!Harry, Hermione and Draco were all tangled together on the bed, writhing slowly in unmistakable movements. Harry was tempted to look away, but he had to know which of them was going to be first, even though they were ostensibly having Hermione at the same time. Hermione pulled away from the young men, rising to her knees and waved her wand. Draco turned to face Dream!Harry, cupping his face in his aristocratic hand. Harry's stomach dropped, as their faces came closer together, and he was about to turn away, when suddenly both Draco and Dream!Harry shifted out of focus and blurred together, merging into one person, with Harry's green eyes and Draco's blond hair. Harry sighed in relief. While he had no wish to become the same person as Draco Malfoy, it was marginally better than what he had assumed was about to happen.

Before the dream could continue, Harry felt himself coming awake. He opened his eyes, looking at the ceiling of the room, and took a long, slow, deep breath. Despite the disturbing imagery he had just witnessed, he was painfully hard.

"Fuck."

"Harry, is everything ok?" Hermione appeared in the doorway.

Harry rolled off the bed and shoved his feet into his trainers, on his way to the door. "Fine. Everything's bloody fine."

The door slammed behind him. Hermione looked over the bed and saw Harry's dreamcatcher with her dream bead in it. She sighed and sat down heavily on the bed. To think – she had assumed that she could make sex uncomplicated.

"What the in the bleedin' hell were you thinking, Gin!" Ron yelled. "Malfoy? MALFOY!"

"Leave it, Ron!" Ginny exclaimed crossly. When Ron had heard that she had been sitting at the Slyerthin Table with Malfoy, he had lost every inch of his temper. He had been yelling for an hour now. "Don't you think I've been through enough without you screaming at me?"

Ron took a deep breath and sat down on the chair across from her, still frowning deeply. "Listen, I know you're upset, but that's no reason to go do crazy things like talk to a Malfoy." Ron suddenly paused. "What were you talking to him about, anyway?"

"Nothing." Ginny refused to meet his eyes.

"Gin . . ."

"This is not helping, Ron." Ginny shifted uneasily in her seat. "I'm sorry, ok? I know it was stupid, I'm just . . . I feel so . . . lost . . ." She let her eyes well up with tears. "I just don't understand . . ."

Ron got up and moved to the arm of her chair, awkward putting one of his big hands on the top of her head and pulling her against his side. "Don't cry. I'll think of some way to fix it."

Ginny sniffed, though Ron's protective warmth spread across her scalp, bringing some comfort. Despite how annoying and controlling her brothers' could be, they did protect her at all costs. Secretly though, she wondered how Ron was going to figure out all of this on his own. Usually, Hermione . . . the slut . . .planned all of the trios schemes. "And how are you going to do that?"

"Hi Ron!" The twins called in unison as they walked into the common room.

"I have help." Ron smiled.

Draco sat in the Slytherin Common Room, swirling a glass of firewhiskey in one hand, and staring moodily at the enchanted green flames in the fireplace. He had been hoping the alcohol would soothe away his frustration. He had quite a dilemma on his hands. The She-Weasel breaking up with Scarhead really had mucked everything up. Now he had to figure out how to keep this situation from forcing Potter and Hermione together.

He frowned. He really shouldn't care so much. What did it matter to him if Hermione wanted the exalted Harry Potter? Sure, she had grown into a little hottie. And at first, he had just intended to make her feel a little uncomfortable on the train, maybe provoke Potter into another duel, but then she had seemed receptive to the idea and had proved more than pleasantly distracting.

Maybe he was over thinking this. Draco, as an only child, did not share well with others – no matter how trivial the object was. What was his was his . . . whether he still wanted it or not. He wasn't done with Hermione yet, so Scarhead could just wait his turn. Satisfied with this justification, he turned his brain to the matter at hand.

Since none of Gryffindor was talking to either Potter or Hermione at this point, that left them alone all the time. Plus, they had classes together. Of course, they were several classes that Gryffindor had with Slytherin, so he didn't have to worry about those. And there was nothing he could do about the time they spent together in Gryffindor House . . . other than finding many opportunities to lure Hermione into spending her after-hours time with him in the Malfoy secret suite.

So what other classes was she taking? He frowned, something niggling in his brain. Oh, right. She had said that she was taking Divination . . . with Potter. He smiled. He could afford to pick up another elective.

Harry stopped running, leaning forward to rest his hands on his knees as he panted. Long jogs and cold showers had become his most common activities lately. He gulped in air, staring blindly at the lake. Slowly, he straightened, rolling his shoulders and neck to ease the muscles.

"What am I doing?" He asked himself. Hermione was his best friend. If she belonged with anyone, it was Ron, not Harry and certainly not Draco Malfoy. Yet, Harry could feel his stomach turn at the thought of Hermione being with anyone but him. His mind kept replaying scenes from Hermione's dreams, and the emotional turmoil it caused pulled him in different directions. He wished he could talk to Ron. Why hadn't he talked to Ron in the first place? Would he ever talk to Ron again?

Harry took a deep breath, and took off running around the lake again. But it was no use.

He couldn't out run this.

Harry needed help – some fatherly advice. But who could possible help in this situation . . . ? Suddenly, a thought formed in his mind. Yes, of course . . . maybe not exactly what James had in mind when he named Harry's godfather, but surely he could help. He smiled and turned back towards the castle. He had to send an owl – immediately.

TBC . . . .