Here's a lemony little Dramionaise I wrote while I figure out what to do with my WIP, This Life!

Hope you enjoy it.

As always massive beta love to LaBelladoneX. Her first multi-chap, Fictitious, is now complete so go check that out! She also made the fab cover for this. Also, thanks to LightofEvolution for help with the synopsis. Have you guys read her works? You really should... she's amazing x

JKR owns everything… she's the queen of the world… these characters don't belong to me… Blah… Blah… Blah!

Happy Reading
~ coyg_81

To Catch a Kitten

Part One

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Hermione hurried down the dark, draughty corridor, her eyes flitting about worriedly as she looked for movements in the shadows. She came to a sudden halt when she thought she'd heard a noise. Her wand gripped in her right hand, shot out in front, shaking as her whole body trembled.

"Who's there?" She tried to ask confidently, not quite keeping the slight tremor from her voice. Swallowing deeply she spun around looking for danger. Breathing a sigh of relief at finding nothing, she lowered her wand back to her side, shifted her book bag up her shoulder, and carried on walking.

This had to end; Hermione knew it had to end. She couldn't be afraid to walk the halls of Hogwarts — a place that had been her home for the past seven years — in fear of bumping into either of them.

It was her own fault this time; she shouldn't even be out this late. If she hadn't fallen asleep in the library again then she'd be in bed right now.

Turning the corner to where the staircase was, Hermione relaxed slightly, one more flight of stairs she'd be back in her Head Girl's room and safe from their clutching hands. Just as she stepped from the corridor, an arm reached out from a secluded alcove and grabbed her around the waist, pulling her back into a hard chest and moving them both into the dark, dusty recess. Hermione wanted to cry in frustration that one of them had managed to catch her... again.

It's the third time this week, and it's only bloody Thursday! For Merlin's sake!

The person behind her turned them both and gently pushed her facewards into the wall, pressing the firm length of his body against her back. She felt feather-like fingertips move her thick, curly locks over one shoulder as warm breath ghosted down the back of her neck and across her earlobe. Goosebumps rose in the wake of his breathing, making her shiver involuntary.

"Granger," a deep, husky voice growled into her ear.

Hermione had the same reaction as the other times this had happened; she clenched her thighs together at the onslaught of sensation as her core throbbed with need and dampness instantly. Her heart rate rose to a level that reminded her of watching Formula One with her dad; the drivers revving their engines before the green light told them they could release the brake—all that raw power growling from the engines as the machines raced forward.

Only she felt like the race car revving but not letting go. It built and built within her to the point she wanted to scream in frustration, rage, and pent-up sexual need at the pair of them. It was getting worse. Everytime one of them accosted her like this, all she wanted to do was let go of the brake and hurtle full speed into what they'd been offering for months now.

"When are you going to give in?" The voice drawled into her ear, his fingers lightly caressing her warm, bare thigh just at the hem of her grey pleated school skirt while his other hand held her tightly around her small waist. Hermione's breathing hitched, coming out in little pants and gasps. She could just make out the mist of her breath in the cold night air.

By the tone of voice, and the scent surrounding her, she'd say it was stalker number one pressed into her. That fresh ocean smell with a hint of citrus told her who it was. It enveloped her senses, heightening her awareness of him. Hermione felt her nipples pebble against the lace of her bra, rubbing against the wall as he pushed into her a little harder.

Hermione couldn't answer — she hardly ever did. Her brain was powerful but, anytime this happened, she realised she needed all of it just to concentrate on breathing and not passing out from the intensity in the atmosphere around them. It was a tangible thing — surrounding her, seeping into her skin, making her lose her mind at the sensations that washed through her.

"You know it's only a matter of time, don't you, Hermione? You will be ours." As the words were growled into her ear, she felt his hand bunch up her skirt within his grasp, dragging his knuckles slowly up her thigh, and brushing against her sensitive skin.

Hermione's breathing accelerated out of control, as her heart tried to beat its way free from the confines of her ribcage. She felt him grind his rock-hard length against her arse and she couldn't hold back the moan that escaped her treacherous mouth.

"See, Kitten. I know you want it, and so does he. We both know how much you want it. Everytime we're in the same space, your heart races and your face glows that tempting rose colour. We see it, even if you do try to hide behind those curls. I've always wondered if the blush that spreads across your face and neck continues down to those fabulous breasts of yours. Do you realise in Charms the other day, all you did was cast surreptitious glances at us and sat clenching your thighs together, breathing deeply most of the lesson?" He moved his hand a little higher up her soft, warm leg as he spoke. "I was hard for the whole lesson."

She had to stop this — right now — before she gave in.

"Were you wet for us, baby?" He continued, growling into the side of her neck. " Was your pretty cunt throbbing at the thought of either me or him fucking you? Can you see it, Kitten? Behind your eyes right now? I'm covering your body, my cock in your wet hole… fucking you so hard, so deep? Sucking your gorgeous tits? Can you see it?" He was losing control. He wanted her so badly and he knew she wanted him. Why wouldn't she just admit it?

"N-No," Hermione whimpered, her pussy flooding at his dirty words. Merlin, he could turn her on like no one else — well, maybe one other person!

"Liar," he accused her, grinding into her again with his fingers almost at the edge of her knickers. She'd never let him get this far before. They were definitely wearing her down. He licked the shell of her ear, blowing a cool breath where he'd tasted.

She suddenly slapped her hand over his, halting his movements.

"Stop!" Hermione hissed. She spun around quickly, removing his hand from her body and, managing to push him into the wall opposite in the small alcove. Her breath caught as she saw the glint in his grey eyes. "You've got to stop this, Draco. You and Blaise. Please, just stop."

"Stop what?" He asked, looking the picture of innocence.

"You know full well what. Why are you doing this to me? Just… Just leave me alone, Draco. I mean it. You and Blaise. Just leave me the hell alone." She told him fiercely, pushing past him and, running towards the stairs as quickly as possible.

~•~•~•~•~

"You did it again? After what we agreed? How could you, Draco? I told you we were being too aggressive and now you've probably scared her off for life," Blaise shouted at his boyfriend, pacing the room as he tried to control his rage at the unrepentant blond sprawled casually across his bed.

"She did seem rather angry this time," Draco replied, remembering Hermione's words. Maybe he had pushed her too far but he couldn't help it; he wanted her more than he wanted air to breathe. Frowning, he sat up. "You think I've blown it!"

Blaise, noticing the worry in Draco's tone turned to face him. "No, I don't think you've blown it. It's too late for that. It's just a waiting game now. She wants us. I know it, you know and she knows it. But she's at war with herself right now. Her overly logical brain has drawn battlelines with her heart. Hermione won't be able to ignore those feelings forever but she will exhaust every avenue of thought before coming to us. And I've no doubt she will," he said, raising a hand to stop Draco interrupting. "We have got to give her time, Draco. This is Hermione we're talking about. She needs time to sort out all the information she's been given; making untold lists of pros and cons. You keep prodding and all you'll succeed in doing is pushing her away forever. Do you want that?"

"No," Draco replied, sighing loudly.

"Don't pout like a child, Draco. You're just going to have to back off for a while."

"Easier said than done," the blond huffed, scowling at his lover.

"It's just the way it's got to be at the present time, love. I'm sorry, but if we want this, then—" Blaise was cut off by Draco reaching out to him, tugging the front of his shirt until Blaise fell down on top of him.

"Stop me thinking about her, Blaise, please? Make me forget her for a while," Draco demanded of him, as he closed his eyes.

Blaise responded immediately, cupping Draco's smooth cheeks and licking at the seam of his soft, wet lips.

Draco groaned, wrapping his arms around Blaise's shoulders and, pulling him closer.

Peppering kisses across Draco's jaw and down the side of his neck, Blaise sucked at the skin between his neck and shoulder. He made quick work of his lover's clothes before engulfing his firm cock in his mouth and, making him forget all about their Gryffindor Kitten for a while.

~•~•~•~•~

Hermione took the stairs two at a time, screamed the password at the bewildered fairy in her portrait and ran into her room, slamming the door shut behind her while casting all number of locking and silencing spells upon it. Once she was happy no one was getting through her door, she dropped the heavy bag from her shoulder and headed straight for the shower.

As the warm water rained down on her overwrought body, Hermione slumped against the wall remembering how this had all started three days after arriving back at Hogwarts following the War.

~•~•~•~•~

Hermione and Draco were named Head Boy and Girl. Draco had been delighted; Hermione sickened. He knew they'd have to work closely together and he'd get to spend more time with her than he thought. One bonus for Hermione, however, was that she didn't have to share living quarters with the pointy-faced ferret. There was a communal room and workspace on the fourth floor, near the library, where they held their prefect meetings.

She'd noticed the attention straight away from the two Slytherin men. At the very first feast, she'd felt slightly uncomfortable, feeling her skin prickle, sensing that someone was watching her. Lifting her head, she glanced around the Great Hall until her gaze caught those of Draco and Blaise over at the Slytherin table. They were both staring intently at her, looking puzzled as if they were trying to figure something out.

She quickly turned back to her dinner and decided to ignore them both, but hoping Malfoy had changed after the War and would leave her alone. Hermione didn't want any trouble, especially as Harry and Ron hadn't returned with her for their last year.

Three days later she'd been in the Heads' common room sitting in the middle of the sofa, checking patrol schedules laid out on the coffee table in front, when the two of them walked in.

"Well, look what we have here, Blaise. We've caught ourselves a little lion," Draco said, almost gleefully at finding her alone in the room. This was the first opportunity they'd had to talk to her since returning and they weren't going to waste it.

"Sod off, Malfoy," Hermione replied fiercely, recognising his voice without having to look up. She wouldn't be intimidated by him.

"Now, now, Granger. Is that any way to talk to the Head Boy?"

"It is if you're the Head Girl," she retorted, raising her head to find him smirking at her.

"Toućhe, love," Draco winked.

Love? What?

Hermione started packing her paperwork back into her bag, wanting to get away from them both when she felt the couch dip on her right. She turned to see Blaise sit next to her as Draco lowered himself into the armchair opposite.

"As I was saying, we've caught you, Little Lion. What are you going to do now?" Draco continued, a taunting lilt to his voice.

Hermione looked at Blaise, who had the same smug smirk on his face, before looking back at Draco.

"What do you want?" She whispered, slightly nervous. She couldn't reach for her wand without them knowing.

Draco tilted his head at her, amusement written across his features. "You really don't know?"

"If I did I wouldn't be asking now, would I?" She replied sarcastically, rolling her eyes at him.

Draco grinned at her response. "No, I don't suppose you would."

"So, what do you want?" She tried again.

Draco looked at Blaise who gave a small nod of his head, before Draco turned back to her. "Why, you, of course," he said casually, as if that's what was expected to come from his mouth.

"What?" She whispered in confusion. Surely she had misheard him, or misunderstood his meaning when he'd just said that.

"I said… We. Want. You." He enunciated each word slowly, rolling his eyes at her in his arrogant way.

"No, really, what do you want?" She asked a little more forcefully, not in the mood for whatever this was and definitely not believing a word from his mouth.

"It's true, Hermione," Blaise confirmed beside her. "We want you. We've wanted you for a few years now but, we couldn't tell you before, for obvious reasons."

Hermione felt her mouth fall open in shock. "This is a joke right? You've got to be kidding? You two? I… I…" She fell forward in laughter, her head almost hitting her knees as she clutched her belly and gasped for breath. Blaise looked at Draco who sat scowling and shrugged his shoulders, puzzled by her reaction. The dark Italian placed a hand on her shoulder, bringing her back to reality at his warm, gentle touch. She quickly sat back up, turning to face the unamused wizard next to her.

"What's so funny, Hermione?"

"You two are," she told him, indicating with her hand between Blaise and the quiet, scowling blond in the armchair opposite them. "You really expect me to believe that you… that you both…" She gulped suddenly looking properly at Blaise. He wasn't laughing and looked deadly serious. Dragging her eyes from his to Draco's, Hermione suddenly realised this wasn't a joke. The look on Draco's face sent a shiver through her; he looked like he wanted to devour her. It was so intense she turned back to Blaise, her eyes wide.

Before she could say anything, Draco jumped out of his chair with all the grace of a panther, taking two steps before he was in front of her. He bent down and pushed her back into the sofa, following her down. Hermione stopped breathing as he brought his lips to within a few inches of her mouth. He blew a warm breath out as Hermione gasped.

"You think this is a joke, Granger? You think we go around saying things like this to just anyone?" He hissed, pushing his body closer to hers. The temptation to be near her was too much. Draco breathed in deeply, her scent making his cock throb with need. Her skin hinted faintly of vanilla, while the coconut smell from her hair assaulted his nose. He inhaled again, his head moving closer to the curls by her ear.

Hermione stilled. Could this be happening? Had she woken up in an alternate universe this morning? Draco Malfoy and Blaise Zabini wanted her — her! Hermione Granger! The Gryffindor bookworm and one third of the Golden Trio? That Hermione Granger! Judging by Draco's body language, she needed to stop and think. But — Hermione had to admit — with him leaning over her like that, and his smell invading her senses, it wasn't easy to think straight.

He smelled amazing! She couldn't help but inhale subtly, hoping he wouldn't notice.

"I want you, Granger," Draco growled into her ear. "Blaise wants you. I want to fuck you and Blaise wants to fuck you, then we both want to fuck you together. We want you under us… between us… writhing… panting… screaming our names, every night, forever." He ran his nose down the side of her neck, drinking in her scent, committing it to his memory — just in case she never let him get this close again. He thrust his hips forward; his hard length pressing deliciously against her core.

Hermione gasped as she felt her knickers dampen. She didn't understand her reaction; her skin felt tingly, her stomach fluttered wildly.

"But don't worry, Kitten," he drawled, forcing his head back to look at her eyes. "We won't touch you until you ask."

"That's not quite true, Draco," Blaise said from beside him.

Hermione turned her head toward Blaise in shock. "What?"

Draco grinned as he remembered. "Oh yes, sorry, Granger. Let me rephrase for you." Hermione's attention turned back to Draco with his husky words.

"What I meant to say was, we won't kiss you until you ask. Touching is allowed."

"What! You think I'm going to let you touch me? I don't even want to be in the same room as you, let alone get close enough for you to actually put your hands anywhere near me," she cried, incredulously. Just who did these two think they were?

"Is that so?" Draco quipped, forcing his body into her once more. His hard, muscled torso pushing up against the swell of her breasts, his cock snuggled against the tops of her thighs. His lips were an inch from her soft, plump ones. "Looks like we're touching right now to me."

Bringing her hands up, Hermione shoved at his chest, catching him off guard and watching him stumble back to land on his arse. She heard Blaise laugh next to her and that's when she lost it. Standing quickly, she drew her wand and pointed it at Draco, then Blaise, as she started backing away.

"I don't know what you two are up to, but I'm not playing. I don't want to be a part of whatever stupid game or plan you've concocted now. I just want a quiet year at Hogwarts for once in my life," she shouted at them both. Hermione kept backing away, her wand still held out in front of her. "Can't you both just leave me to get on with it?"

Both wizards watched her as she frantically swept her wand between them. Standing slowly, Draco held his hands out in front of him, showing he meant no harm, as he cautiously moved towards her. Hermione stepped back but he continued advancing until her back hit the wall. She sighed in defeat, lowering her wand slightly. Draco took the opportunity to grab her wrist and pluck the wood from her fingers. He quickly threw it to Blaise who deftly caught it, tucking the vine wood inside his robes.

Draco turned back to Hermione, placing a hand either side of her head against the wall and, trapping her with his body once more.

"Now, now, little witch," he mocked her, playfully. "It'll take more than that to scare us away. Listen closely to what I'm about to say."

Hermione couldn't tear her eyes away from his intense stare. He surrounded her on all sides. It felt like his penetrating gaze was trying to see into her soul, his dark grey eyes searching hers before he continued, obviously more confident from what he found staring back at him.

"By the end of the year you'll be begging us to kiss and touch you," he told her, keeping his gaze locked on hers.

"And what makes you think that, Malfoy? I just said I didn't want to be anywhere near you," she replied quietly but confidently. She wasn't going to back down. Despite her reaction to him, she didn't fancy him, or Blaise, and wanted nothing to do with either of them.

He growled, moving closer to her. "We're going to break you, Granger. By Christmas we'll have you begging for us to take you back to our room."

"That's what you think," she replied, defiantly. This wasn't happening! She brought her knee up and smashed it into his groin, watching his face turn even whiter than normal as he fell to his knees, clutching at his balls. She turned and ran from the room, leaving her bag and wand behind.

"Draco? Are you alright?" Blaise jumped up and rushed over to his boyfriend.

Draco rolled onto his back, still whiter than a ghost and looked up at Blaise. "She's a savage," he exclaimed through clenched teeth.

Blaise smirked at him, looking towards the open door Hermione had just run from. "Yeah, she is. This is going to be fun."

~•~•~•~•~

That had been the first week of September and Draco had been right what he'd said to her. They'd gone on the offensive since then — dragging her into alcoves, dusty old classrooms, storerooms and accosting her in the library.

The way they both smelled pressed up against her, whispering all the dirty things they'd like to do to her had Hermione almost losing her mind. She couldn't sleep properly and, she wasn't eating as well as she should either. All she could think about were those two infuriatingly sexy wizards.

Not only had her traitorous body reacted to both of them but, over the last three months, they'd shown what they'd truly be like as partners. When they weren't pulling her into various rooms around the castle, she found they could be quite charming. They offered to carry her bag and walked her to classes and there hadn't been a crossed word between Draco and Hermione since they'd arrived back at Hogwarts. They'd engaged in a few lively debates over different subjects but it was all in good fun with no harm meant and Hermione began to enjoy these interactions with him.

Blaise was definitely the quieter of the two; he'd sit with an amused look on his face as she and Draco would debate some topic or other. She actually liked spending time with them when they were like this. They still tried to convince her to join them in their relationship but they weren't as forceful about it as they were when they were pushing her up against walls and doors and bookshelves.

And, if Hermione were completely honest with herself and listened to what her heart was telling her for once, she'd realise that she wanted them both as well.

~•~•~•~•~

The dreaded Yule Ball was upon them and Hermione wasn't looking forward to it one bit as McGonagall had decided the Head Boy and Girl would open the Ball with the first dance. Draco had done nothing but tell Hermione how excited he was that he'd be able to have her in his arms without the threat of a hex.

Hermione was on a precipice; she was sure she was losing her mind. It seemed she was in a constant state of arousal these days. She'd realised Draco and Blaise really had set her heart racing with that first interaction in the common room. She hadn't wanted to think about them — to let them in — but it had happened anyway. They had forced themselves into her life.

At odd moments of the day she would find herself daydreaming like a silly schoolgirl over them both. They were so different from what she remembered and they were getting to her. There was only so many times they could whisper dirty things and pull her into their bulging erections before it had begun to have an effect. She was so wound up with need but her brain was still saying not to go there. She really was developing feelings for both of them but was still scared they would hurt her.

Then she'd think that some of the things they told her couldn't just be them wanting to embarrass or use her.

"Merlin, Granger. You don't know what you do to me. I need you… always." Draco had whispered into her ear one night when he'd caught her reaching to put a book back in the library.

"Draco and I want you to join us, Hermione. We want you to be a part of our relationship." Blaise told her all the time.

Whatever happened next was going to be explosive, that she knew. The tension between the three had been building for months now and they'd all be here in the castle for Christmas.

~•~•~•~•~

Hermione stood in front of the full-length mirror in her bedroom, regarding her reflection staring back. She had given tonight a lot of thought and attention over the last few weeks. Or more precisely, she'd given a lot of thought as to what she wanted to happen tonight.

For nearly three months, Draco and Blaise had relentlessly put the 'moves' on her hoping she'd crack and give in to them. So far she hadn't. Now that they hadn't paid her that kind of attention for the better part of a week, she was worried; and that had surprised her.

Hermione had gotten so used to them touching her, whispering dirty things to her and generally just leaving her in a frustrated bubble of tension and need. Now they'd stopped and she didn't know what to do. Draco had been right when he'd said months ago that they would break her!

They had succeeded…

Not only was she thinking what a great idea it would be to shag them both into oblivion, Hermione realised she'd like to keep on doing so for a long time to come. At first, she didn't even want to be alone in a room with them but they'd both been so charming and pleasant to be around that she'd begun to find them irresistible. Feelings were bound to get involved somewhere along the way. She couldn't pinpoint the exact moment her feelings starting changing for the pair of Slytherins but it had been around Halloween when Draco sat her down and apologised for everything in their tainted and dirty history together. They vowed to draw a line under it all and start afresh with each other.

The flirting and fun had been a game to her; the longer she held out the better. But maybe she'd been the one to push them too far this time. The constant rejections had taken their toll and they'd stopped trying. She just hoped that tonight she could change their minds.

Hermione smoothed down the front of her gown, grabbed her wand and her small beaded bag, before taking one last look in the mirror and, with a deep breath, made her way to the Great Hall.

~•~•~•~•~

Draco stood with his back against the wall of the shower in the Head Boy's bathroom with his boyfriend between his legs, sucking his cock with abandon. The hot water rained down the blond's sculpted chest as his hands gripped the back of Blaise's head, thrusting his length forward down his throat.

"Fuck, Blaise, don't stop," he grunted as Blaise's tongue and lips moved tightly up and down his shaft.

Blaise moaned; the vibrations sending Draco wild as he careened into orgasm, and shot his load down the back of his lover's throat.

"Fuck," Draco repeated as he slumped against the wall, catching his breath and running his hands through his wet locks. "That was amazing."

Blaise stood and shoved his tongue between Draco's parted lips, wrapping his tongue around the blond's and, making him taste his own essence.

"My turn," Blaise murmured against Draco's mouth, turning him to face the wall. He pulled Draco back by the hips, causing his lover to brace himself against the tiles. Bending down, Blaise parted Draco's arse cheeks and ran his tongue around his puckered hole.

Draco groaned above him, his body still tingling from his release. Blaise kissed his way up Draco's spine as his middle finger worked its way into the tight ring. Moaning in pleasure, Draco turned his head as he felt Blaise lick and nip at his shoulder — all while his finger worked his arse.

Smashing his lips against Draco's, Blaise added another finger making the frantic wizard push back against Blaise's shaft. This time the dark-skinned wizard groaned into Draco's mouth before ripping his lips away and, gently removing his fingers. He Accio'd the lube they used and spread it down his hard length, shivering at the sensation. Lining the head of his pulsing cock against Draco's entrance, he heard his lover hiss. "Do it, Blaise, now!"

Blaise slid in easily, his nails digging into his boyfriend's hips and surely leaving marks on his pale skin.

"Move," Draco hissed again, needing Blaise to move inside him. Draco fisted his own cock as Blaise began moving, gliding his shaft in and out of the tight passage.

"Fuck, Draco," Blaise groaned, speeding up as his balls slapped against the back of Draco's thighs. Blaise leaned over, pushing harder and deeper into his lover and biting at the junction between Draco's neck and shoulder.

"Merlin, Blaise, that feels so good," Draco cried, pumping his cock harder.

"Fuck, I'm going to come, Draco. I'm going to fill you up," Blaise grunted, slamming Draco into the wall with his heavy thrusts.

"Yes, Blaise, yes. Fuck me harder," Draco almost screamed as his second orgasm approached. With Blaise fucking him from behind, and his cock ready to come, Draco couldn't hold on. Moaning his boyfriend's name, he shot his seed across the shower wall and watched it wash away with the running water.

Blaise cried out Draco's name over and over as he came hard in his lover's arse, convulsing at the intensity of his release.

Both wizards collapsed against the wall, Blaise removed himself from Draco and stood next to him as both tried to regain control of their breathing. "That was…" Draco said, unable to find the right word.

"Amazing, Draco. Fucking amazing. I love you so fucking much," Blaise declared passionately, reaching behind Draco's neck with one hand to pull him close, and rested their foreheads together.

"And I love you, Blaise," Draco replied quietly and intently.

They kissed a slow tender kiss, their lips moving softly against one another's.

"We're going to be late," Draco stated, moving his head back to stare at his lover's big brown eyes. He loved Blaise's eyes; they reminded him of melting chocolate, they were so deep and soulful; just like Blaise's calming temperament. He kept Draco grounded and, Merlin, Draco loved him for it.

"We'll just have to be quick then," Blaise replied, reaching for the shampoo.

~•~•~•~•~

Both wizards stood at the bottom of the stairs and greeted the students as they arrived for the Ball. As Head Boy this was part of Draco's duties for the evening and Hermione should be here with him, but she was nowhere to be seen.

A few moments later, Blaise turned to speak with a sixth year Slytherin boy when he felt Draco grab his shoulder and hiss Fuck under his breath.

Blaise turned to see what had startled Draco when his eyes fell on Hermione at the top of the steps. Just like fourth year, she took their breaths away.

She stood nervously, her hands by her sides and biting her bottom lip. Draco started at her hair and worked his way down the length of her body to her feet and — Oh Merlin — what in Salazar Slytherin's name did she have on her feet?

Her hair was pinned into an elegant updo with soft brown curls framing her face and the dress that clung to all of her previously hidden curves was exquisite. Draco gulped as he stared wide-eyed at the gorgeous creature descending the steps.

Hermione had recently lent him a Muggle fiction called the Great Gatsby and, hell, if she didn't look like a character straight from the pages of that book.

Her dress was a vintage, beaded, mermaid gown with a sheer neck cap sleeve. Different shades of silver beads and rose gold jewels were designed in an intricate pattern from her collarbone, across the fitted bodice of the dress, before it flared above her knees into layers of chiffon and dusty rose silk. Small diamond drop earrings and a pair of killer heels completed her look.

"Fucking hell, Blaise. She looks—"

"I know. My brain has turned to mush just looking at her. Draco?" Blaise whispered quietly but urgently, waiting for the blond to turn to him.

"Yes," Draco replied, half turning his head to Blaise, while trying to keep an eye on Hermione. She walked slowly in their direction, completely oblivious to the stares of nearly every male in the entrance hall.

"Tonight. We've got to try one more time and tonight. I won't be able to keep my hands off of her looking like that."

"Indeed," Draco drawled. "We're up," he whispered at Blaise before indicating that Hermione was only a few steps from them. They both straightened at her approach.

"Hermione, aren't you a vision?" Blaise began, taking her hand and bending over it to place a kiss on her knuckles.

Hermione blushed, taking in the wizards' attire before her. Both were wearing fitted black slacks. Blaise wore a dark green shirt with black tie and jacket while Draco was in his standard all black ensemble. Hermione sighed happily to herself; they both looked so gorgeous with not a hair out of place.

"Granger?" Draco growled. "What exactly do you have on your feet?"

"What? These?" She asked playfully, lifting her dress slightly to show off the footwear adorning her feet. They were her favourite pair; gold, five inch, platform, Christian Louboutin peep-toes. They were covered in little gold spikes. With the red sole underneath, they made her feel powerful and confident. Not many people knew of Hermione's shoe addiction; Muggle designers being a hell of a lot better than wizarding ones but she rarely had anywhere to show them off. And she'd remembered, before choosing her footwear for the evening, that Draco had a fetish for women's shoes. Judging from his reaction she'd say she succeeded and smirked to herself.

She moved her foot left to right and heard Draco gasp. "Is that sole bright red? Show me!" He demanded huskily. His cock was starting to throb, looking at the sexiest shoes he'd ever seen on the sexiest woman he knew. Hermione bent her leg back so Draco could see the underside.

"Morgana's tit, Granger," Draco breathed heavily. He reached for her, pulling her back into his chest. "Those shoes scream sex," he purred into her ear, grinding his rock hard bulge into her arse.

Hermione groaned quietly, biting her lip as his fresh citrusy scent wrapped around her, his hard length pressed deliciously behind. Yes, she had definitely missed this and wanted more.

"Oh, Kitten," Draco chuckled into the side of her neck at her groan. "The game ends tonight. No more playing. Tonight, you're ours."

Hermione's heart raced at his words, her core already clenching in anticipation of what was to come. As the hallway emptied and students entered the Great Hall, Blaise pulled the pair of them around one of the pillars near the staircase.

Draco still had his back pressed into her and Blaise stepped in front. Placing a single finger under her chin, he raised her head until she was looking into his dark brown eyes with her clear and determined honey ones.

"You look exquisite, Dolcezza," Blaise drawled with a slight Italian lilt to his voice.

Hermione could feel the wetness in her lace knickers. Being sandwiched between them both, their scents assaulting her nose, and breathing in Blaise's sandalwood smell, combined with Draco's fresh one, was making her dizzy. Their hard, warm bodies pressed against her, sent shivers from her head to the bottom of her toes and the butterflies in her stomach were out of control! Hermione wanted them so much; she ached for their touch, their tongues, their fingers and their hard cocks doing all manner of things to bring her pleasure. She squirmed at the images rushing through her mind.

Draco was holding onto his control by a very thin thread. It was taking everything he had not to pull her straight to his room, slide that fantastic dress from her body and ravage her for the rest of the night. He wanted to fuck her while she wore those shoes and nothing else. Maybe his Slytherin tie, he thought wickedly, picturing her spread across his sheets with her hair a wild mess, his tie around her neck, draped between her fabulous tits and those shoes — they would be digging into his shoulders as he pounded into her.

"Blaise," Hermione whispered as the dark wizard brought his lips closer to hers. She still hadn't asked so he wouldn't kiss her but, Merlin, did he want to!

Draco buried his face into the crook of her neck, inhaling her sweet vanilla scent. His hot breath making her skin tingle.

"You know you have to ask, Hermione," Blaise told her quietly. "We won't kiss you until you do," he breathed across her lips. His breath smelt of Firewhisky and sex. Dear God, what had they been up to before coming here? Hermione thought, a rush of heat racing through her imagining Draco's cock sliding in and out of Blaise's mouth.

She was about to reply. "I… I want—"

"Please, Granger. Please," Draco begged her. He felt the shame rise in him as he heard himself begging her. Malfoy's didn't do that. He'd never begged for anything in his life. Well, that wasn't quite true; he'd silently begged Merlin, the Muggle God and any deity he could recall that his sick, sadistic aunt didn't kill the girl he loved on the floor of his parents' dining room in the summer.

Twice in his life he had pleaded for something and both times had been about her. The things she made him think and feel! He couldn't think about it too deeply right now; he had to concentrate on finally breaking her.

"I need you, Granger. Need you so fucking bad," Draco growled into her ear as Blaise lowered his lips even closer.

"What do you say, Hermione? Do you want to be loved and worshipped everyday for the rest of your life?" Blaise asked, never breaking his intense gaze from her wide eyes. He watched every thought and emotion pass through those mesmerising eyes of hers.

"Please," she heard Draco whisper again, his face still pressed into the crook of her neck, breathing her in as his lips moved against her skin. His hands grabbed her hips, squeezing a little tighter as he ground his steel length against her arse. "Let us love you, Hermione."

She snapped. In that moment every rational, logical thought she had about this situation fell from her mind as she metaphorically watched the green light flash before her. She let go of the brake. "Yes. Merlin, Yes," she cried. "Kiss me, Blaise. Now!" Hermione met Blaise's lips with a ferocity she hadn't known she was capable of.

Both wizards froze at her quick movements; Blaise feeling her warm lips, moving against his. It took two seconds for his brain to catch up before he was returning her kiss.

Merlins balls! She'd finally given in and now Draco stood watching Blaise's tongue slide between her lips. Hermione brought her hands up around his neck and pressed herself closer as the dark Italian devoured her mouth with warm, soft kisses.

They broke apart when she felt Draco's hands on her shoulders, pulling her around to face him. Hermione's face was flushed and she was breathing heavily as Draco lowered his mouth to hers.

"My turn," he whispered as his lips crashed onto hers.

Kissing Blaise was soft and gentle with the promise of more. Kissing Draco was to know what it felt like to be possessed and claimed.

He certainly wasn't gentle about taking what he wanted from her. His hands moved to her waist; his strong grasp gripping her, pulling her closer as his tongue plundered her mouth.

Blaise was pressing hot kisses down the exposed curve of her neck and Hermione felt her skin tingling with want. This was getting out of control; their hands running all over her body as Draco's tongue wrapped around her own. He sucked on it, making Hermione moan into his mouth. That sound brought her crashing back to reality and she pulled her head back to stare into his dark grey eyes; at his pupils, blown wide with lust.

"Later," she whispered.

"No. Now," Draco growled back, not wanting to wait another second to get his little lioness under him.

"The Ball, Draco. We have to go in and open the dance. McGonagall will Avada us if we don't," she panted between breaths.

Draco groaned loudly while Blaise stepped back a little to give her some room to adjust herself.

They both stared as she patted her hot, burning cheeks, smoothed down the front of her gown and checked her hair was still in place.

They caught each other's gaze over Hermione's head, the shock at her actions written clearly on both of their faces.

Draco had never dared himself to imagine she would actually acquiesce to them. He thought they hadn't a chance but, it seemed, they had clearly worn her down over the last few months and now here she was, letting them kiss her with the promise of more later.

Both wizards straightened out their attire before linking an arm each and escorting their witch into the Great Hall.

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Part two coming soon…