Soft palms caressed her breasts as wet lips moved along her shoulders and neck.
Rough palms squeezed the cheeks of her arse as a tongue lapped at the juices flowing between her legs.
Hermione Granger was struggling for breath, her body on fire, completely overwhelmed by the desire she felt for the two wizards sharing her bed. Blaise Zabini, the enigma, the quiet Slytherin that she had failed to notice during seven years at Hogwarts. It had taken literally running into him at the bookstore at her new University before classes began before she had paid him any attention.
A moment of recognition, trying to place the face that was surprisingly handsome, feeling an awareness between them as his lanky frame had stood up and held out a hand to assist her to her feet. When their hands had touched, she’d looked into dark blue eyes and been unable to look away. A feeling of longing had swept over her, sweet and gentle, a need to know him better, wondering what it would be like to kiss him.
They’d spoken, the first time she could ever recall hearing the silent Slytherin speak, his voice soft and refined. He was intelligent and playful and charming, though he rarely allowed anyone to witness the real Blaise. He preferred the mysterious dark Slytherin image that he had perfected at Hogwarts, keeping to himself and ignoring those around him. He’d not been unable to ignore her, though, feeling the same tingle of lust from that brief, casual touch of their hands. They’d gone for coffee, quietly conversing for hours on a variety of subjects. When classes began, it had been little surprise that they shared a majority, having similar interests in course work.
Draco Malfoy. The wizard that had delighted in tormenting her for years, always ready to challenge her opinions, her marks, her beliefs, teasing and insulting her. The rudeness had faded during their last years at Hogwarts, following his Father’s incarceration and Voldemort’s subsequent defeat, but he had continued to challenge her in classes and enjoyed arguing with her and annoying her.
She’d been astonished when he showed up in one of her classes, dropping her book as she’d realized that the attractive blond wizard she’d just been admiring was, in fact, Draco Malfoy. He’d picked up her book and handed it to her, their hands touching momentarily. Her body had reacted instantly, aroused from feeling his rough palm against her fingers, an intense and desperate desire for the man that she had always disliked.
He had followed her from class, wanting to talk, determined to force her to acknowledge his presence. When she had ignored him, meeting Blaise for their planned lunch, she’d watched as the two Slytherins had smiled, finding out that they were roommates and had been friends for years. Deciding that it was foolish to hold the past against Draco, she reluctantly agreed to have lunch with them. That was how it started. Their relationship. They’d become friends first, none of them having spent any of their seven years at Hogwarts on civil terms save for the two Slytherins, studying together and often spending their free time together.
Then, over the Christmas holidays, things had changed again. A bit of wine, hours of conversation, laughter, teasing, mistletoe, and desire. A kiss, just playful, not meant to be serious, but Draco had deepened it, moaning as he pulled her willing body against his. Hermione had given in to the lust, giving up control and just feeling for the first time in her life.
Lips against her neck, smooth palms on her back, Blaise kissing her as soon as Draco released her lips. Blond hair brushing against her breasts as lips enveloped her nipples, hands roughened from years of Quidditch moving over her stomach before disappearing into her knickers. She had given Draco her virginity, the blond surprisingly gentle as he had accepted her gift, Blaise holding her and caressing her as she’d exploded around Draco’s thrusting body, before he had moved between her legs, sending her over the edge again.
That was four months ago. Four months as lovers. She rarely went to her dorm, spending most of her nights in their flat, their bodies curled around hers. They had never spoken of love, their relationship based on friendship and fantastic sex, but Hermione knew that she would never have shared herself with them, never accepted them as her lovers and begun this unusual relationship with two men if she did not love them.
She thought they might love her, from the way they would look at her when they didn’t think she was looking. From the way they touched her and gave her exactly what she needed, whether it be gentle and loving or hard and fast. From the way Blaise whispered her name as he came and the way Draco would look into her eyes and moan her name when he exploded inside her.
Soon, it would be summer. No plans had been officially discussed, but she knew she had to tell them how she felt. She’d resisted, not wanting to lose them if they didn’t reciprocate the depth of emotion, not wanting to complicate things or cause jealousy or do anything to jeopardize their relationship. It was time to stop being a coward and confess how she felt and hope that her belief regarding their feelings was true. If not, well, she supposed it was best to find out now so that she could get on with her life no matter how difficult that might be without them.
"What’s wrong?"
Hermione heard Blaise’s voice in her ear, his hand moving along her breasts, eyes concerned when she turned her head to look at him. She moaned softly when Draco’s tongue curled around her clit, his long fingers moving inside her wetness as he teased her lazily. She shook her head slightly, giving Blaise a soft smile as she denied, "Nothing’s wrong."
"You’re lying."
Hermione felt Draco moving, his body moving up the bed as his fingers moved beneath her chin, turning her to face him. She sighed softly, "I’m not lying, Draco. Can we talk about this later? I’m aroused and want you inside me."
"No," a smug smile crossed his lips as he saw the annoyance flash in her eyes, deliberately moving his cock against her wetness without actually penetrating his witch. "We’ll talk now. You’re body is here and it’s reacting, but your mind hasn’t been here since we came to bed. Now what’s wrong?"
"Love, you know you can talk to us," Blaise spoke quietly, his hands tender as he moved one across her breasts and stroked her hair with the other.
"What is this?" she finally asked, hating them both for being so damn stubborn, knowing that neither would be swayed from their resolution of discovering what was upsetting her now that they were both convinced something was wrong.
"Can you be any more vague?" Draco drawled as a pale brow arched, exchanging a look with Blaise to see that his lover was just as confused by her question.
"This, between us," she whispered as she stared at Draco’s chest, feeling completely ridiculous to be having this discussion when she was naked and aroused and juices were coating the inside of her thighs. "What is our relationship? Is it just sex? Do you want more? I’m just. Bloody hell, forget it. I don’t know what I’m asking."
"Hermione," Blaise slowly smiled as he realized what she was asking, what was upsetting her. He brushed his lips against her cheek before he quietly said, "I love you."
Her eyes widened as she looked at her lover, wondering if he was just seeing it because he knew that’s what she wanted to hear, her eyes meeting his as she saw the sincerity in their indigo depths, "You love me?"
"Was there ever any doubt?" he queried gently, "I would never have allowed things to become physical if I didn’t love you."
"That’s what this is about?" Draco snorted, rolling his eyes as relief spread over him. "Merlin, I thought it was something serious. Damn it, Granger, I thought you were planning to leave us."
"It’s serious to me," she glared at Draco, her eyes softening when she saw the expression on his face as she confessed, "I thought it was just sex."
"And you claim to be the smart one," he smirked as he slowly slid his cock into her, thrusting deeply and claiming her lips in a kiss. As he began to move, he whispered against her lips, "I love you, Granger, even if you’re a domineering know-it-all."
"I am not domineering," she denied, unable to keep the happy smile off her pretty face.
"Yes, you are," Draco informed her as he suddenly rolled over, moving them so she was on top. Hermione began to move against his cock, his hands on her hips, rough and strong, controlling her movements. His head raised, tongue licking her nipples, pulling her down against his chest as Blaise moved behind her.
"I love you," Hermione smiled as she looked at Draco and then Blaise, the dark-haired wizard caressing her arse and preparing her for him. She licked her lips and groaned as Draco arched into her when he heard her admission, going deep, Blaise moving his lips against her neck as his cock pushed into her tight cleft. She relaxed, feeling Draco still, his mouth on her breasts as their lover gently penetrated her arse.
"You’re so beautiful," Draco muttered as he watched her face, seeing the way her eyes darkened at his words. He was not very good at verbalizing his emotions, preferring to show them how he felt instead of wasting time on words that could never really convey how much they meant to him. Blaise was the poetic one, able to use words in a way that aroused and excited and comforted and made one feel truly cherished. Draco was a man of action, honestly believing that Hermione had to realize how he felt from the way he touched her and held her.
He’d not really intended to fall in love with her, believing that the desire he’d had for her since their last year at Hogwarts would be sated once he’d shagged her. However, after those months of getting to know her, of sharing her friendship with Blaise, he’d begun to fall in love with both of them. Their first night together, he’d gone against every instinct to take her for himself and allowed Blaise to join them, his natural possessiveness extending to both of the people he loved and his jealousy never being much more than a sulk and an action to regain their attention.
Seeing her tonight, knowing she was upset and distracted, he’d been scared that she’d decided that she didn’t want to bother having such an unorthodox relationship with him and Blaise, that she was going to leave them, that he was wrong and she didn‘t love them enough to be theirs. And he’d all ready been thinking of ways to prevent that from happening, going so far as considering the possibility of taking her away somewhere and keeping her until she loved them both enough to stay. To say he was relieved to find out she was just insecure about their feelings was an understatement. However, it did mean he had to try to be better at putting how he felt into words, at least occasionally, because he didn’t like the idea of Hermione ever doubting how they felt.
Blaise slowly began to thrust into her, listening to her soft moans of pleasure as Draco also began to move once again. The tall wizard leaned over, supporting his weight by resting his hand on the bed, her warm body between him and Draco. With a mischievous smile, his lips caught Draco’s, his hand moving to caress Hermione’s breast as he kissed their blond lover. His mouth moved as Hermione’s tongue licked a path along their cheeks, wanting to join the kiss. Tongues merged as they shared a kiss, the scent of sex and sweat thick in the air, her muscles tightening around his cock as they moved together. His lips moved along her cheeks, whispering in her ear, "I love you, Hermione," knowing she needed to hear it tonight, needed confirmation of how they felt.
Hermione heard his words in her ear as Draco kissed her passionately, the tension snapping as her orgasm spread throughout her body. She heard Blaise cry out softly before his cock was buried inside her arse, his seed spilling as he reacted to the tightening of her muscles. He had barely pulled out of her before Draco was pressing her back against the mattress and fucking her hard and deep, his cock rubbing against her clit on every downward thrust. She watched his face, seeing the love in his eyes as he stared at her, his gaze intense but adoring. With a low grunt, he came, continuing to enter her shallowly until his cock was spent. She didn’t need to hear him say it again, seeing the emotions in his normally reserved eyes.
Once he was spent, Draco pulled out of her, laying beside her, his arm around her waist. Blaise was all ready curled up on her other side, fingers playing with her hair, breath against her neck. Hermione snuggled between the men she loved, kissing Blaise lovingly before turning her head and kissing Draco with a bit more passion. Blaise’s leg rested against her left leg and Draco pulled her even closer as he used his wand to accio the sheet that had been pushed off the bed during their coupling.
"Tomorrow, you’ll move in here with us," Draco declared as he tucked the sheet around them, a flash of vulnerability in his eyes as he looked at her, "Won’t you?"
"Yes," Hermione smiled at the invitation, whispering, "I love you both," before she closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.
"We don’t deserve her," Blaise remarked affectionately as he looked from their witch to Draco.
"Of course not," Draco smirked as he snuggled against Hermione, "but we’ve got her and we’re never letting her go."
"She’s ours," Blaise agreed possessively, "just as we are hers."
"Night, Blaise," Draco smiled at his lover before resting his head beside Hermione’s, his arm tightening its grip as he closed his eyes.
"Sweet dreams, Draco." Blaise snuggled closer to Hermione as he soon joined his lovers in a peaceful sleep.
*the end*