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Task Six.

Threesome with a three out of four houses represented.

As the end of the second week approached, the applicants of the Girls of Hogwarts started gathering in their respective common rooms, congregating under the huge tree by the lake, flocking to the largest table in the library - scribbling notes and whispering furiously. Most of them had completed three or four, a handful had only done two, one of them had gotten caught with firewhiskey and had chickened out. She was no longer welcome at their table. There was only one other girl that had completed five: Cho Chang. She and Hermione had grown close over tales of their expeditions. Cho had taken down six Hufflepuffs in one day, a personal challenge of hers. Hufflepuff was by far the least represented among the possible inductees, many were exactly as innocent as the seemed, however the few that weren't were feisty.

Today, the first Saturday of the initiation, the tree was abuzz with gossip, rumor was, Blaise Zabini was the best lay out of the fourth, fifth, and sixth years, and he was picky. He went for only a select few, mostly members of the Girls of Hogwarts. He didn't much like inductees, they hadn't been proven qualified.

Hermione and Cho decided he wouldn't know what had hit him.

Hermione's job was intel, Cho's was the planning and setting up the location.

She found him in an obscure corner of the library, nose in a book. Silently stalking across the dust floor, she bent down, placing a wet kiss just below his ear, gently nibbling his lobe. Malfoy jumped up, hand flying to his heart. He exclaimed angrily, turning around to face the evil person who had startled him in such an… intimate way. When he saw Hermione standing directly behind him, a small smirk on her face, he gulped his indignation all the way down to his cock, which throbbed with the memory of her mouth. She winks, sticking out her tongue playfully, showing him her green stud. He surreptitiously arranges his grip on the book in his hands to cover his crotch. She waggles a finger at him, turning on her heels and walking out of the library, not even bothering to look back and check if he's following her. She already knows he is.

Once they are down a corridor that has no apparent use, a dead ender with a suit of armor and a single, solitary tapestry. She leans against the back wall, watching him stand awkwardly, unsure of what to do with his hands. Once the silence drags on long enough for his softie to settle down, he coughs.

"Um… Hermione?"

"You see Draco," she lets his name dropout of her mouth covered in sticky red seduction, "I need some information, and I would be oh so thankful to whoever might provide it." The "oh" is practically a moan, thus it is no surprise it takes him a few seconds of dazed blinking to process what she has said.

"I'm your guy!" He blurts out, coughs again, and then lowers his voice, "I mean, sure. What do you need to know?"

She pushes herself off of the wall, walking towards him, staring him down the whole way. He backs up until he hits a wall. She pushes her body flush to his, standing on her tiptoes to plant feathery kisses on his neck between every other word.

"Blaise Zabini," kiss, "where are his," kiss, "spots," kiss, "to hang out," kiss, "in the evening?" She continues her ministrations, his neck, collarbone and jaw tingling with disproportionately intense pleasure. He stumbles over his words, barely managing to choke out a coherent response.

"After dinner he g-goes to the common room, then to the basement p-p-party scene… it's the empty room at the end of the second corridor."

"Thanks, babe," she whispers into his ear, disappearing down the hallway before he can steady his breathing.

They could feel the floors thump with the bass, although there was no sound - a few nifty charms had taken care of that. Hermione had gotten the necessary codes and invitations from some new… special friends of hers. She and Cho burst through the door, all done up with Hermione in a metallic green slip that hugged her full bosom and ample ass rather nicely, and Cho in a sheer blue piece with the right makeup to match. They turned plenty of heads, but not the right one. There was Blaise, standing in the middle of the dance floor, hands gripping one girl's waist and another's chest as his popular friends and the complimentarily popular girls danced erotically. Cho and Hermione were going to need a show stopper. Luckily, Slytherins were usually less adept at DJing and often fell back on one from Gryffindor, and luckily Hermione knew this particular DJ quite well. She sashayed up to the ramshackle table they had set up for him, her hands sliding over the abs she had gotten such a great view of. Aaron jumped a little before he saw who she was and quickly tried to settle into a detached attitude that emanated "cool."

"Hey Aaron!" She said, drawing out his name, hands tracing his chest.

"Hermione," he nodded.

She stood on her tiptoes, beckoning him closer. He leans down and her lips brush his cheek as she whispers into his ear.

Within minutes, Hermione and Cho are on the most elevated spot in the room, a desk that had been pushed against the far corner. A sea of moving bodies moved to the beat, roiling with thick smoke. A lot of smoke. Suddenly it was everywhere, hanging around ankles and above heads, the green strobe lights looking more ethereal and less strobe-like.

All at once the music froze, the last note sitting suspended in the air. A few cries of indignation went up, but soon everyone fell silent as Aaron's booming voice rang out, ricocheting off of the dungeon walls.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is your DJ speaking. We have a special surprise tonight for a very special person! That special person could be any of you! I ask that you all push to the walls and clear some space in the middle... Brilliant. Now, shall we give a hand to the main attraction?" Green orbs of light sprung from the wall behind Aaron and swooped to the opposing one, hovering above the heads of Hermione and Cho.

"Most of you probably recognize these two." A few murmurs and whistles sounded.

"Isn't it a shame that these two beauties came here without a date?" More reaction from the crowd - what had been reproachful and uninterested participation was becoming more energetic; their curiosity was piqued.

"Well, all of you are eligible, so let's let them choose! I think this calls for a dance off!" The crowd was now fully excited, erupting with cheers every so often.

"All contestants interested please come up to me to choose your song." Immediately people pushed past each other to line up, some laughing and challenging their friends, others serious and solemn, still others too baked to really understand what was happening.

Aaron started the music back up as a seventh year slid onto the floor. He spun and wiggled and jumped, keeping eye contact with them the whole time. They laughed and waved, blowing kisses that he would pretend to catch. Aaron soon switched off his music and started up the next one. This sixth year was bolder; he beckoned the girls down from their perch. Once they were on the dance floor, he spun Cho and caught Hermione by the waist. Cho and Hermione pressed themselves to him, the three of them spinning and rolling to the music, his growing hard on pressing into their navels and asses. Again, Aaron changed the music and a fourth year stumbled out, obviously plastered. He stumbled towards them, his body jerking this way and that. They hesitated to call it dancing. However, the fourth year was pushed out by Fred and George Weasley who goofily danced onto the floor, each nabbing a girl. The goofy air swiftly changed to a more serious and passionate one as Hermione faced George, rolling her hips and gripping his arms. Cho danced against Fred with some serious moves, while Hermione took a more subtle approach, moving slowly, nursing his erection to life. Once it was good and strong, she turned, mimicking Cho's position, rolling her ass cheeks over his throbbing cock, letting him bend her forwards and continuing to move on him. Soon, Aaron changed the music again, Fred and George stumbling off with large protrusions in their pants, the girls cheering and cheekily waving goodbye. A girl came out next, slightly bashful, to a roar of applause. Hermione and Cho set upon her, coming at her from both sides, sliding their hands along her body, kissing her neck and shoulders, entwining their hands in her hair. Many of the male and female spectators alike found this the most erotic spectacle yet. As Aaron faded out the music, wolf whistles and cheers went up form the clusters of boys that had been standing frozen, watching the three girls on the dance floor.

"Aaaaalright then. Looks like it is time for our ladies to choose their dates."

The contestants circled up loosely around the two girls, Blaise Zabini stood, watching them from the side.

"Cho! You're up first. What lucky contestant gets their way with you tonight?" Cho winked at Aaron and slowly walked around the circle. She paused to nibble on an ear here, whisper vulgar fantasies there, taking her time. Then, she abruptly turned to the opposite side of the room, her eyes locking with Blaise's dark ones. He held her gaze, his face completely stoic as she walked towards him, stalked, really. Her hips sway juicily, her chin up, eyes never wavering from his. She walks right up to him, aligning her body mere centimeters from his. He looks down at her, never revealing the slightest crack in his emotionless façade.

"Looks like we have a winner!" Aaron crows, turning to Hermione.

"Next!" Hermione walks straight towards a sixth year, eyes locked with his, only to brush right past him, smiling devilishly as laughter erupts from the crowd. She pivots, scanning the crowd, walking through the midst of it, along the wall, dragging her fingers across a stomach, winking, smirking and brushing against everyone on her way around, along the wall. Finally, she walks slowly up to Blaise, eyes on the ground until the last second. Cho has moved, standing by his side, so she walks directly up to him, stopping and flicking her eyes up to his. She swears she can see the smallest amused smile crack out along his face, but it quickly disappears. She stretches up, nibbling lightly on his ear and planting expert kisses on his neck as the crowd roars. The lucky man's eyes flutter closed as she hits his special spot, right below his jaw and the spectators guffaw.

The dance floor hadn't lasted long. Cho soon led the three of them down a well lit and surprisingly dry secret passage, and into a bedroom. It consisted of a large bed draped in green silk, a side table with a few little drawers, and a box in the corner for cloaks and shoes.

Blaise walked first to Cho, sliding his hand up her arm, and along her shoulder, expertly slipping a finger underneath the strap of her dress and drawing it down. He bent down to kiss her neck lightly as he did the same on the other side, slipping off the filmy fabric. He cupped her breast, massaging firmly as he nibbled her neck. She let her head fall to the side, her breathing unsteady. Hermione watched, licking her lips in anticipation. He suddenly disappeared from Cho's neck, leaving her with her eyes still closed, her skin burning where his mouth had been. She watched with obvious jealousy as he walked over to Hermione, wasting no time, swiftly kissing her hot and demanding, the force of his momentum pushing them towards the bed. His hands gripped her through her dress. He lay her down on the edge of the bed, sliding his hands up her thighs and drawing down her bright red panties, damp with the Gryffindor's arousal. Cho walked over to the chest of drawers as Blaise lifted Hermione's leg onto his shoulder and kissed his way up her thigh, his hand following his mouth. Hermione couldn't remember anything having ever felt better.

Cho walked up behind Blaise's back, lifting up padded cuffs and a silk tie above her head. Hermione opened her eyes which had been squeezed shut and saw what Cho was holding. She smiled, feeling her hips twitch in anticipation. She pulled a confused Blaise up to her, kissing him and lying down. He followed her down obediently, and she flipped them, smiling cheekily at him, straddling him in the center of the bed. Cho walked up next to the bed, gently arranging his arms, before shackling his wrists to the headboard. He looked surprised and a little out of hs element, but being a good sport, he was willing to try.

Hermione looked down at the man beneath her, his dark skin soft, smooth, and unblemished. She looked at his body with such intense fascination and worship, that a smile spread across his face. She didn't notice. Reaching out, she holds her hand just above his skin. He looks down to where is hovers, suddenly enveloped by an aching need to feel her on his skin. Nerves alight as he feels her fingertips brush his chest ever so lightly. With every new inch she explores with her hands, he feels goosebumps raise, her intense focus even more of a turn on that her hand running over his neck, collarbone, chest, nipple. As a silk tie is carefully tied around his eyes his senses are multiplied tenfold. He can hear Hermione's quiet breathing, and Cho moving towards the bed. Every miniscule shift in the air around him is amplified, and her hands. Her hands are so smooth and warm and they are everywhere. The mattress dips as Cho joins them on the bed, her hands joining Hermione's and they are all over him, his jaw his throat his chest, ribs, toned abs and tantalizing v, scattered with soft fuzz. Hermione rolls her hips, bending down to kiss his neck. He groans as he feels her rubbing against his softie, her mouth hot and wet, suckling on his collarbone, kissing his neck and nibbling his earlobe. Cho leans down as well, mirroring Hermione's actions with her own. Blaise pushes the back of his head into the pillows, exposing his neck even more, his breath catching as Cho hit's a sweet spot. His stomach tightens as Hermione dares lower, her mouth and hands sinking lower and lower. His hips buck as she palms his erection through his pants, her mouth hovering just above his waistband. Cho kisses him, hard, their tongues battling. He moans into her mouth as Hermione draws off his pants and boxers, his sizeable erection springing free, head weeping with precum. Hermione wraps her hand around his shaft, slowly licking the cum off of his tip, his back arching and hands clenching as her tongue flicks over his slit. Cho takes the opportunity to sweep her tongue into his open mouth, drawing his own into her mouth and sucking on it. Hermione rubs his head over her lips, her hand guiding him. He groans again, long and gravely. She kisses and sucks his shaft. Cho breaks off her kiss with him, crawling down next to Hermione on the bed. She kisses his stomach as Hermione's hand slips down, gently cupping and rolling his balls in her hand. Cho takes his head into her mouth as Hermione shifts to make room, still pumping his shaft with her hand. She starts a rhythm as Cho begins to blow him, her hand following Cho's mouth up and down his cock. His arms tighten, straining against the cuffs, little beads of sweat forming on his brown and the hollow of his neck. The two of them speed up, Hermione's free hand going back to his balls.

He grits his teeth, the sensory paradise overwhelming him. He starts to chant "I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum," over and over. Hermione reaches up and loses the tie around his eyes, as it falls away, he is greeted by Cho's long, dark hair bobbing up and down, Hermione watching Cho to keep the rhythm while playing with her own nipples. His hips buck into them, and his head falls back, "I'm gonna cum," he gasps. Immediately Cho and Hermione pull away. He lifts his head in a daze, his throbbing cock the only thing he can think of. As the waves of pleasure subside, he cries out indignantly, frustration clouding his eyes. Hermione strips, and crawls slowly towards him. He watches her, expression blank. As Hermione mounts his face, Cho also strips. He teases her aching cunt with the tip of his tongue, licking her up and down. As he slips his tongue between her folds, circling her clit, she moans, grabbing onto the headboard for support. Cho grabs his dick again, positioning him at her entrance, lubing him up with her own arousal. Cho slides him inside of her tight hole and he grunts into Hermione's muff. His cock fills her completely, her silken walls heaving around him, cunt stretching in the best way to accommodate his size. The two of them moan as Cho starts to move, lifting herself up and down along him, rolling her hips. Hermione's thighs start to shake as he flicks his tongue over her clit. Cho speeds up, arching her back, the sounds of their slick bodies slapping together filling the room. His whole body spasms and he groans loudly as he shoots string after string of hot, sticky cum deep inside Cho. She slows down as her own orgasm rocks through her. He finishes Hermione with a few expert flicks of his tongue, lapping her essence of of his own face.

The two girls collapse next to him, all three of them breathing heavily. After a few minutes, Blaise coughs.

"Ladies, would you mind uncuffing me." Cho chuckles, reaching for her wand and freeing the Slytherin from his bonds. He looks at the two of them, running his hand over Hermione's waist as Cho leans down to kiss him.

Hermione waits her turn patiently, then kisses him, her hands sliding through his tight curls as Cho picks up her clothes from around the room. Hermione follows suit, and the two of them chuckle as the wave goodbye to Blaise, closing the door behind them.

The sixth task was complete.