So...I don't know where this little mind child came from. I tried to ignore it...really I did...but...

It's a Dramionaise. God help me lol.

If threesomes aren't your thing, don't read this. If mature content isn't for you, don't read this. You've been warned. Mostly just a plotless lemon. Enjoy.

"Oh gods."

Blaise had Hermione's legs over his shoulders as he slowly fucked her toward their mutual release. He braced himself with his hands on either side of her head, while hers alternated between scratching down his back and tangling in his hair to pull him toward her for a kiss.

She could feel the pressure in her stomach building, Blaise slowly driving her crazy with his slow lovemaking. He knew all the right spots to hit to make her a complete and utter mess. That's why it didn't surprise either of them when moments later, she came with a shuddering groan, immediately pulling him over the edge with her.

"Having fun without me, I see."

Hermione turned her head to look at Draco, who had been leaning against the doorframe watching them for a few minutes.

"It's never the same without you, Malfoy." she said, a soft smile on her face.

Blaise snorted but chose not to comment, instead pressing another kiss to her lips before rolling off her to look at Draco.

"I'm surprised you could handle her alone, Blaise." said Draco with a smirk, finally making his way into their shared bedroom. The three of them had been living together for roughly three years and had somehow managed not to murder one another.

It took some time, particularly because Hermione and Draco both had explosive personalities and hated to admit that they were wrong. That was where Blaise came in. He was always the level headed peace keeper, and he was sure that if it hadn't been for him the two would never have talked instead of screamed long enough to stay together at all.

"Watch it." said Blaise with a smirk, "I'd hate to have to show you up next time."

Before Draco could respond, Hermione interrupted, "I'm sitting right here, guys."

Draco smiled and crossed the few steps across the room to place a kiss to her plump lips.

"I know." he murmured, his hand on her cheek tugging her in for another kiss, effectively silencing anything else she could've thought to say.

Very rarely was Draco careful with her, so his soft kisses - though they melted her heart a bit - made her immediately nervous.

She pulled back to look at him, "Is everything okay?"

He smirked, standing back up, "Of course."

She arched an eyebrow, about to no doubt start an argument, when Blaise cut in, "I'm going to order takeout. Anyone want anything?"

Hermione shook her head, eyes still on Draco, "Sit."

Blaise chuckled, standing and tossing on a pair of sweatpants before he headed out into the living room to look at their countless takeout menus.

Draco reluctantly sat on the edge of the bed on Hermione's side, allowing her to take his hand in hers.

"What's really going on?"

He rolled his eyes, moving to pull away from her but she didn't let him. "Malfoy, come on. Talk to me."

"There's nothing to talk about."

"I thought we agreed to stop lying to each other?" she countered, not even attempting to keep the smirk off her face.

He shook his head, about to deny it, but then thought better of it. He had agreed.

"It's fine." he said instead, stroking his thumb over the knuckles of her hand.

"If you honestly think I believe -"

"For fucks sake!" he snapped, standing up to glare down at her, "I said I'm fine, Granger. I don't know how many times you want me to say it."

Without waiting for her response - not that she really had one - he stormed off into the bathroom, slamming the door behind him. A few moments later she heard the water running and knew he'd be in there for a while.

With a sigh she slid from the bed, donning one of the boys' shirts and her panties before heading into the living room to join Blaise.

"That didn't sound good." he said from the couch, menu and phone in hand.

"It wasn't." she muttered, sitting down next to him.

He sighed, used to this sort of thing from Draco. He wasn't one for talking about what was bothering him, and it irked Hermione to no end. Which always ended in arguments.

Lots of very loud arguments.

Blaise tugged her over to him, pressing a kiss to her forehead before allowing her to lay her head on his lap. He absentmindedly played with her hair while saying, "You know he loves you just as much as I do."

She snorted, not convinced at all.

"I'm serious." he continued, "You know how he is. He never wants to talk about anything, but that doesn't mean he loves you any less."

"Why are you sticking up for him?"

Blaise shrugged, "He's my best mate. I love him. I know him. And so do you." he added, giving a gentle tug to one of her curls.

She rolled her eyes, "I think I do. Sometimes...but then he just goes and explodes over something I don't even know about and it has me right back at square one. It's easy with us, with Malfoy...I just feel like he doesn't want this anymore. Want me anymore."

"Of course he wants you, Hermione." said Blaise, tugging her up so he could look at her.

"You have to admit he's been different the past few weeks." she said, attempting to not let her teary eyes give her away.

Blaise let out a deep breath, because he knew why Draco had been acting so on edge lately. But he'd sworn on his life that he wouldn't tell her.

"That doesn't mean he doesn't love you any more."

"Who doesn't love you anymore?" interrupted Draco.

Hermione's eyes widened and she saw him standing just inside the archway to the living room.

"You." she managed to say, eyes dropping to focus on her hands in her lap.

"What?" asked Draco, his voice that dangerously low pitch that let Blaise know immediately that there was about to be yelling.

"You heard me." she said, steeling herself against his cool gray gaze.

"What the fu -"

"What am I supposed to think? You've hardly been here the past two weeks, and when you are here, you're sulking around bitching at us. If you don't want to be here -"

"Shut the fuck up, Granger." he snapped, walking further into the room, "You have no idea -"

"Of course not!" she yelled, standing up in frustration, "How could I possibly know anything if you never talk to me?"

"Oh come off it. You know damn well that I love you."

"Then tell me what the hell is going on with you?"

Draco ran a hand through his hair, shooting Blaise a slightly panicked look.

"Don't look at me, mate. Now seems like as good a time as any."

"What are you talking about?" she asked, turning to glance at Blaise.

Hermione noticed that Blaise wasn't looking at her, instead he was looking past her, a smile on his face.

She turned to ask Draco what he meant when she realized that she was no longer looking up at him. She was looking down.

Down at him.

Looking down at him on one knee.

"Oh my gods, are you proposing to me?" she asked, her heart hammering wildly in her chest.

Draco smirked, a slight chuckle slipping past his lips, "Well I haven't yet."

He pulled a small black velvet box from his pocket as he said, "I wanted this to be slightly more romantic, but Blaise clearly has a big mouth."

"I do not have -"

"Shh!" snapped Hermione with a quick glare aimed at Blaise before turning her attention back to Draco, "Keep talking."

Blaise chuckled but didn't say anything else. Draco hadn't said anything when he'd proposed, so he figured he owed him the same respect. Begrudgingly.

"So now I have to ask you to marry me in sweatpants in the middle of our living room. But you know what?"

"What?" she asked quietly.

"I love you, Hermione Jean Granger, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you...and you, asshat." he said, shooting Blaise a smirk that he returned.

"Will you marry me?"

"Is this why you've been acting -"

"For the love of Salazaar, Granger, just say yes." chuckled Blaise from his spot on the couch.

Draco smiled, slightly nervous as he removed the ring from the box and stood, taking her hand in his, "So what do you say, Granger?"

"Of course." she said, breaking out into a brilliant smile as he slid the beautiful ring onto her finger. She and Blaise had gotten their wedding rings tattooed, because Hermione hadn't wanted him spending money on a real ring, but she couldn't deny that the ring Draco had chosen was beautiful.

He tangled his hands in her hair, yanking her forward into a bruising kiss that took her breath away.

Her hands immediately found their way to his back, her nails digging into the toned flesh lightly as he pulled away from her lips to trail heated open mouthed kisses down her neck, pausing to nip her collar bone.

"Oh" she moaned in surprise.

He moved his hands to her hips, his fingers lightly digging into her smooth skin as he nudged the collar of what was coincidentally his shirt off one of her shoulders, exposing more of her skin to his hungry mouth.

She moaned softly, her hands tangled in his white-blonde locks as he teased her nipple with his tongue, his fingers pinching the other through the fabric of her shirt.

"Please," she moaned breathlessly, "Please,"

Draco groaned, pushing her back into the nearest wall, not unintentionally the one that gave Blaise the best view, and tore the shirt open, in no mood to waste time unbuttoning them. As buttons hit the hardwood floor Draco's mouth found Hermione's breasts again, and she couldn't stop her head from tipping back against the wall, eyes slipping shut as she let her lover play her body like a violin.

Blaise had began slowly stroking himself to their impassioned display, so when Hermione's half-lidded eyes met his across the room she couldn't help the rather loud moan that escaped her at the sight.

She loved it when he watched.

"Is he watching us, love?" whispered Draco against her ear, one hand sliding further down her body to dip into her panties, finding her dripping wet already.

"Yes," she groaned, tilting her head back against the wall, the combination of Draco's skilled fingers on her clit and Blaise's lust filled gaze as he touched himself was too much for her.

He sped up the pace of his finger, ever so often dipping down to slide one slender finger into her tight pussy, before saying, "Look at him, Granger."

She looked to Draco first, and he took the opportunity to claim her lips in a demanding kiss, before looking back to Blaise.

He was biting his lip as he watched them, meeting Hermione's gaze when he realized she was watching him. He smirked, slowing his hand when he noticed she was staring at a rather specific bit of his anatomy.

"Do you like what you see, love?" murmured Draco, nipping at her breasts before slowly kissing down her stomach.

She groaned at the loss of his fingers, but the groan quickly caught in her throat as he pulled her panties down her legs.

His fingers were quickly replaced by his hungry mouth, his tongue gently flicking over her folds. He tapped one of her legs, signaling he wanted her to rest it on his shoulder, then lifting the other as well. She looked down at him, a bit surprised. They'd never done this before. The position had her back pressed against the wall, completely reliant on Draco to hold her up.

He wasted no time attacking her clit, sensitive from the teasing before.

"Fuck, please don't stop." she begged, tangling her fingers in his hair as she struggled to control the moans he wrenched from her.

He flicked his tongue over her clit a few times before sucking it into his mouth, causing her to gasp and throw her head back against the wall. She didn't register pain - if there was any it paled in comparison to the immense amount of pleasure Draco was giving her.

"I'm going to come." she panted, squirming against him.

"You two look so fucking hot." murmured Blaise from the couch, his hand steadily pumping his throbbing cock.

Blaise's words sent her hurtling over the edge head first into her orgasm, Draco not relenting on his pace, forcing her to ride out every single bit of it.

"Oh gods, please, I can't." she panted, tugging his hair as she ground her pussy against his face.

Draco smirked, no intention of stopping in mind. He slipped one hand between her legs, wetting a finger with her essence before sliding it into her tight pussy. Like he'd hoped, this immediately sent her into another wave of orgasmic spasms and she was writhing above him.

"Do you not feel like joining?" asked Draco, standing slowly and glancing at Blaise for the first time since this had started.

Blaise chuckled, still slowly stroking his hard member, "You know I love watching you two."

Draco smirked, returning his attention to the brunette witch he currently had panting against the wall.

"Would you like to give him a show, love?" he asked her, fingers lightly stroking her clit as he nuzzled her neck, enjoying the breathy moans that slipped past her lips.

"Yes," she nodded breathlessly, allowing him to lead her back to the couch where Blaise was sitting.

Hermione sat down and Draco slid his sweatpants off before pushing her legs apart - Blaise watching them intently all the while.

"Please," she moaned, wriggling her hips as Draco lightly stroked her clit with his dick.

"Please what?" he asked, shooting her a devilishly sexy smirk.

Her eyes opened in surprise as Blaise began lightly pinching her nipples with his free hand, feeling her stomach clench already at the thought of both of them touching her. Even after years of this, it never got old.

"Thought you didn't want to play?" asked Draco with a smirk.

Blaise shrugged looking entirely unapologetic as he said, "I couldn't resist."

"Malfoy," she groaned, growing more and more frustrated at the lack of friction. Blaise's fingers were driving her crazy - she needed Draco to do something.

"Tell me what you want, Granger."

"Please fuck me." she breathed, no longer willing to take his brilliant form of torture.

He broke out into a smile and said, "Gladly."

Before she had the chance to respond, he began pounding her into the sofa, stretching her in that way only he could.

"Oh my gods, Malfoy!" she moaned, one hand moving to pull his face down into a kiss, while the other took over for Blaise, stroking him to the same furious rhythm Draco set.

"Fuck," hissed Blaise, torn between letting his eyes fall shut or continuing to watch the wholly erotic scene unfolding before him. He would never get tired of seeing them go at it.

Draco completely dominated her, demanding an orgasm and doing everything possible to ensure it.

"That's it," he groaned, continually hitting that one spot just right, "Give it to me, Granger."

"I - fuck - " she broke off, unable to form a coherent thought as Blaise began rubbing her clit in tight circles while Draco continued stroking her just that way -

"I'm...oh gods..." her back arched, orgasm washing over her in waves, both Blaise and Draco unrelenting in their assault on her body. Blaise covered Hermione's hand on his member with his own, continuing to pump up and down as he watched her body spasm in the throes of her orgasm.

Draco clenched his teeth, not yet ready to be done, and forced himself to ride out her orgasm. He was sure she'd have his fingerprints forever imprinted on her hips from this night.

"Are you sure you just want to watch, Blaise?" she asked, slightly out of breath as she looked at the Italian, eyes half-lidded.

He smirked, "Maybe not."

Hermione slipped from the couch, pulling Blaise down onto the floor as well. He was sitting with his back against the bottom of the couch, legs spread wide enough that she could get on all fours between them.

She took his throbbing cock in her hand, pumping him a few times before taking him into her mouth. She bobbed her head up and down, focusing mainly just on the tip, teasing the delicate skin with her teeth and tongue.

Blaise groaned, a hand tangling into her wild mane of hair as she continued her sweet torture.

Draco had gotten lost in watching them for a moment, forgetting that he still very much wanted to fuck his fiancé.

He moved to kneel on the ground behind Hermione, grazing his nails down her back before grabbing her hips as he pushed himself inside her inviting heat.

She moaned, the vibrations going straight to Blaise's dick, and the hand in her hair tightened. She bobbed her head in time to the fast pace Draco set, and before long Blaise was bucking up into her mouth groaning expletives.

"Do you like this, love?" asked Draco from behind her, "Do you like having his dick in your mouth while I fuck your pretty little pussy?"

His words were absolutely filthy, and she loved it - and he knew she loved it. She could feel herself teetering on the edge of her orgasm, releasing Blaise's member from her mouth, her breath coming in pants. She continued using her hand to stroke him, and as she came again the light squeeze of her hand had Blaise coming undone as well.

"Holy shit." he groaned, his cum landing on her breasts and his stomach.

Draco continued pumping into her, tugging her hair to pull her up so that her back was against his chest. He slid one hand down to flick her clit, not letting her come quite down from her orgasm as he said, "I'm going to come, love, and I'd like you to come with me."

"Malfoy," she gasped, one hand tangled in his hair, "I can't."

Blaise moved so he was kneeling in front of her, his hands pinching and teasing her nipples while he trailed kisses up her neck to whisper in her ear, "I think we both know you can. Isn't that right, Draco?"

Draco smirked, slowing his hand a bit as he continued thrusting into her from behind, "Very right."

"Please - oh - I just - oh Merlin -"

Seconds later she was clamping around Draco, taking the last of his self control with it as he came inside her, continuing to fuck her, prolonging both their orgasms. One hand tugged on his hair almost painfully, while the other dug into Blaise's shoulder, her whole body shaking as her orgasm overtook her.

Hermione leaned back, resting most of her weight against Draco, trying in vain to catch her breath as both men continued softy stroking her body, slowly returning her racing heart to normal.

"You guys really know how to put on a show." murmured Blaise with a smile, tilting Hermione's face up to press a soft kiss to her lips.

"We aim to impress." said Draco, smirk on his face as he regarded Blaise.

"Noted." replied the Italian, returning his friend's smirk.

Hermione turned her head, capturing Draco's lips in a kiss too, before shifting to lay flat on her back, a hand over her heart as she stared at the ceiling.

"I think you may have broken her, mate." joked Blaise, moving to lie to the left of her, head resting on his elbow so he could look at her. Draco did the same on her right, chuckling as he did.

"You should propose more often if this is what happens." she said, meeting his gaze with a tired smile.

He and Blaise laughed, each pressing a kiss to her temple.

They lie there for a while, no one saying anything, before Blaise broke the silence, "So...takeout anyone?"

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