A/N:

Here's the last part for you all. Warning: It's filth...

Beta thanks as always to LaBelladoneX

~ coyg_81

To Catch a Kitten

Part Three

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Hermione woke first the following morning. The heat from the two bodies pressed into either side of her was stifling. Managing to wiggle down to the end of the bed, and out of the covers at the bottom, she giggled quietly to herself as both Draco and Blaise groaned at the loss of their witch before gravitating towards the middle of the bed and wrapping themselves around each other.

She sighed happily at the sight of them both, still not believing what had happened. She'd succumbed to their chasing her all over the castle and, last night, had shagged them both. They in turn had told her they loved her, and wanted a relationship encompassing the three of them. She watched them sleep for a few minutes before heading towards Draco's en-suite.

As the hot water poured over her sore body, Hermione couldn't help the flashbacks from last night that flitted through her mind. The feeling of having Draco deep inside her, followed by Blaise, had been intoxicating. She could only wonder what it would be like to have them both at the same time. She'd never been an adventurous witch when it came to sex, losing her virginity to Charlie Weasley not long after the final battle. Both had been mourning the heavy losses and had turned to each other, knowing it was a relationship of convenience than anything else. Charlie knew she'd be going back to school, just as she'd known that once things had calmed down with his family, he'd be going back to his dragon sanctuary in Romania. It was what they had both needed at the time and things had ended amicably enough for them to still be friends, writing to each other from time to time. There was no way she'd admit telling that to either Draco or Blaise though — some things just needed to stay private. Thinking of the two sexy Slytherins sleeping in the room next to her, Hermione had to concede that she'd definitely be up for more adventurous sex with them leading the way.

As she was lathering a foamy amount of Draco's shampoo through her knotted curls, a pair of strong arms circled her waist, pulling her back into a firm chest.

"Thought you'd run away, Granger," Draco's husky voice growled into her ear. Hermione shivered as his hot breath ghosted down her neck. Turning in his arms, she twined her fingers around his neck and into the wet hair at the nape.

"I'll never run from either of you, Draco," she told him, pressing her lips gently against his.

Draco groaned as her tongue slid against his. Grabbing her hips, he pulled her closer, grinding his pelvis and morning erection against her.

"Gods, Draco," Hermione whimpered against his lips as she jumped into his arms, wrapping her legs around his trim waist.

Draco turned them both until he had Hermione's back against the wall. Moving a hand from the back of her thighs, his fingers glided through her soft curls and into the warm heat of her pussy.

"Merlin, Granger, already so wet?"

"I have a feeling I'll always be this way around you two," she replied cheekily, using her hands on his shoulders to try and push herself against his throbbing length.

"Fuck. Stop moving or I'll come before I'm even in you."

She grinned evilly at him. "Do it, Draco. Fuck me."

"So feisty in the morning, Kitten," he teased, pushing a finger into her hot centre, curling it upwards to rub against her, the spot making her buck around his hips.

"Merlin, Malfoy! Please," she begged unashamedly. She needed him in her, to fuck her hard against the tiles, with the warm water raining over their bodies.

"Can't deny you, Granger… ever," he replied, guiding his cock towards her entrance, entering her slowly — languidly — wanting to savour the moment and not just rut against her. Draco wanted her to feel this — properly.

"Mmm, oh, Draco," Hermione moaned, pulling him closer, needing the skin to skin contact. His hard body pushed her back into the wall as he began to fuck her slowly. "Harder, Malfoy. Need it harder," she gasped into his shoulder.

"Not this time, Hermione. I need this to be slow, I want you to feel me as I make love to you."

"Oh, God, Draco," she cried out, arching her back, pushing her aching core down on him. The water washed over them, down between their bodies, the steam enveloping them as he took her against the wall.

"Started without me, I see." Came the groggy, sleep ridden voice of Blaise.

Hermione looked over Draco's shoulder towards the dark, sexy wizard leaning against the door to the shower, watching them. Hermione reached a hand forward, beckoning him to her.

Draco turned so his back was to the wall, his knees bent slightly as he held Hermione up. Raising an eyebrow at his lover across her shoulder, Draco silently invited his boyfriend to join in the fun.

Blaise pushed himself against Hermione's back, helping Draco hold her up.

"Morning, Dolcezza," he whispered into her ear, placing soft kisses beneath her lobe and down the side of her neck, before moving his head over her shoulder and kissing Draco as well. "Good morning, love."

"Blaise," Draco responded, concentrating on his dick sliding slowly in and out of their witch's tight, warm channel.

Hermione turned her head to watch them, their tongues sliding together. "Touch me, Blaise," she whispered.

The Italian caressed the firm globes of her arse sliding his fingers down the crease of her bum. "Tell me if it's too much, Hermione," he breathed into the side of neck.

"Never too much, Blaise," she panted, her hands gripping Draco's shoulders tightly, rubbing herself against him. His cock was hitting deep inside her at that delicious point, making her body shake with pleasure. Her walls clenched around Draco firmly as she fell apart in his arms. "Oh fuck, Draco, oh-oh, yes,"

"Gods, Granger, you feel so damn good," he grunted, stilling his movements, his cock pushed deeply inside her. He could feel her pulsing around his dick.

Using his fingers, Blaise spread Hermione's juices from her dripping centre, up around her arse before slowly pushing his index finger through the tight ring at her opening.

"Oh, God. Oh… oh… oh" she mumbled into Draco's neck; the feeling of having him inside her pussy and Blaise's finger there was mind numbingly good. "More, Blaise," Hermione squeaked as she felt him gently enter a second finger. Both wizards started to move. Draco's cock sliding in slowly, Blaise's fingers mirroring the blond's pace. She bucked against them both, another orgasm building quickly after her first.

Removing his fingers, Blaise fisted his cock and pushed it against her opening, his other hand under her thigh helping to steady her.

"Are you sure, Dolcezza?" He whispered into the side of her neck, his body buzzing with the need to enter her like this.

"Ye-yes," she stammered, feeling Draco cease his movements as Blaise slid his length into her tight passage slowly, gently, letting her accommodate to his length, getting her used to the feeling of having him there.

"Alright, Kitten?" Draco asked, looking at her closed eyes, watching her shiver. "Open your eyes, Hermione." She did as he asked, caught in his hypnotic, stormy gaze. "Alright?" He asked again more forcefully, not moving an inch until she confirmed she was okay with what they were doing.

"Ye-yes," She stuttered, lost in the exquisite feeling of having both of them inside her at the same time. Her arse stung a little — not used to having a penis inside it — but Blaise was giving her time to adjust. "Need… need you both to move."

Draco did so first, slowly drawing his length back and plunging into her sodden channel, Blaise pulling out slightly before sliding back in. They steadily built a rhythm rocking into her, Draco licking at her lips, shoving his tongue into her mouth, while Blaise held her arse cheeks apart, his lips kissing up and down the side of her throat.

"Fucking… fuck, Granger," Draco growled against her lips. "So good. You… feel… so… good," he told her in between kisses. "God, I can feel Blaise rubbing against me, as he fucks your arse. Are you enjoying this, Kitten?"

"Are you enjoying this?" She shot his own question back at him, teasing him as she ground her hips against his. The push and pull of them both thrusting into her was heaven; it was nothing Hermione had ever experienced before.

Draco growled into her neck, sucking at the skin, leaving love bites all over. She knew what he was doing — marking her, claiming. It was hot as hell, extremely possessive. She fucking loved it.

Their tempo increased, Blaise moaning into her ear about how good she felt and how he'd never let her or Draco go… ever.

"Love you, Hermione. Love you so much… never… letting… go of you," he swore forcefully, grabbing the cheeks of her arse violently as he thrust hard into her, Draco keeping pace with him. Both wizards were surging into her, crying out at the same time as they came, rutting against her, riding out their orgasms.

Hermione's legs were shaking so hard that when Draco and Blaise removed themselves and lowered her to the floor, she almost fell — Draco catching her just in time. He moved her to the shelf seat against the back wall of the shower, gently lowering her down onto it. She leaned back on shaking arms, her elbows keeping her up so she could see what they were doing.

Draco knelt on the floor, hands sliding under Hermione's thighs and pulling her to the edge of the seat, where he spread her legs and licked his lips as he watched his and Blaise's come dripping from her.

"Gods, Hermione. I can't wait to taste the three of us there," he growled, lowering his head and plunging his tongue into her pulsing centre.

She screamed out as her walls tightened around his thrusting tongue. "Fuck! Draco, that feels so good."

Blaise leaned over her, his firm body dripping water droplets onto her chest making her shiver. "Enjoying that, Kitten?" he whispered, his lips brushing against hers. "Our boy is good with his tongue, isn't he?"

"Mmmhufmph," Hermione moaned incoherently as Blaise's tongue wrapped around hers, Draco's plundering her pussy. She tightened her thighs around Draco's head, holding him to her as he licked up her swollen folds, his tongue pressing on her hard clit. Taking two fingers he inserted them into her dripping centre, curling them up inside her. "Oh my God… Oh my God… YES," she cried out as an orgasm tore through her. Bringing her hand up behind Blaise's head she bit at his bottom lip, their kiss ferocious as Draco rode out her orgasm with his tongue sliding up and down, licking the juices running down her thighs.

Hermione fell back against the shelf seat, chest rising and falling rapidly, her body twitching with the after effects of multiple orgasms. She felt completely satiated lying there, feeling her heartbeat calming back down, the water from the shower still raining down over no one in the middle of the large cubicle, the air hot and humid.

Draco stood and pulled Blaise up, facing him before reaching for the dark wizard and smashing his lips against his boyfriend's. Blaise grabbed Draco's hips and pulled him closer, grinding his pelvis against his blond lover's. Hermione's heart started racing again at the sight of the two wizards kissing each other. This is what she wanted — to see them together. The humidity was becoming stifling as she watched, or was that her getting worked up again?

The sexy Slytherins broke their kiss, looking down at her. She gulped, staring back at them, her pussy throbbing at the sight of the two very toned, very sexy men standing in front of her. How they both still had hard cocks after what they'd just done was beyond her but she was eager to get them back to bed; they made her insatiable. Draco reached a hand forward to help her up, and she suddenly remembered that this morning she and Draco were supposed to be helping take the students down to Hogsmeade to board the Hogwarts Express home. As they were staying at the school, McGonagall had asked them both — as heads — to help out.

"Oh, God. Draco," she exclaimed worriedly. "What's the time? We need to help Headmistress McGonagall with the students." Pushing past them both to step back under the shower, she started cleaning herself in a hurry.

"Granger," Draco called, spinning round to face her. "We're fine. It's not even eight yet, stop panicking." He laughed, joining her back in the warmth of the water. He picked his shampoo up and moved to wash her hair, his firm fingers massaging her scalp, making Hermione tremble under his touch, her nipples hardening.

Blaise joined them, washing across her back, bum, thighs and legs with Draco's expensive body wash. Hermione moaned as their hands caressed her wet, soapy skin. She was getting worked up again and knew they wouldn't have time, so she shoved their hands away and stepped from the shower, wrapping herself in one of Draco's fluffy cotton towels.

She watched them through the steamy mirror as she stood drying her hair. They were gentle with each other, hands exploring their hard plains of muscle, caressing touches as they washed each other. They kissed and Hermione's breath hitched at the sight, making them both turn to her.

"It's not too late to step back in here with us, Dolcezza,"

Rolling her eyes as she walked through the door to the bedroom, she called back, "We'll be late, so hurry up and get out here."

"So bossy!" She heard Blaise laugh back.

When the boys emerged from the bathroom, they found Hermione sitting on the edge of the bed — her curls wild around her face — worrying her bottom lip between her teeth and still wrapped in Draco's towel. Blaise turned to look at his lover, sensing his worry immediately.

"Hermione," Blaise called gently, bringing her attention to him. "Whatever is the matter? You told us to hurry and you haven't even dressed. What's wrong?"

"I… I only have my dress from last night," she told them, looking to her beautiful gown, draped across the back of the small sofa on the other side of the room.

"You are a silly witch," Draco laughed, sitting down next to her, using his hand to brush her curls over her shoulder as she turned to look at him curiously. "We have magic, Granger." She looked at him, puzzled. How was was magic going to help her?

Blaise knelt before her taking her hands in his, looking curiously at her. "Maybe we've fried her brain with all the sex."

Draco snorted and tried to cover it with a little cough, making Hermione giggle at him.

"You may be onto something there, Blaise."

"I don't see how this is helping me, you insufferable gits," Hermione pouted.

"Poor baby," Draco mocked her playfully. "How about we get that dress back on you and, oh… I don't know…. transfigure it into your school robes."

Now Hermione felt silly, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. Why hadn't she thought of that?

"God, I feel stupid."

"I think Blaise is correct. We've fried your brain with all the amazing sex."

"Amazing? I'm not sure about that," Hermione stated whilst standing, dropping her towel and sauntering over to her dress, swinging her hips as she walked.

Draco growled. "You're playing with fire, Kitten."

Hermione turned her head, looking at them coquettishly over her shoulder and winked.

Blaise fell back against the bed, exhaling loudly, while Draco stared ferociously at her. If she kept this up, they'd never make it to help McGonagall out.

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As McGonagall had let the students leave a few days earlier than normal — citing they needed to spend extra time with their families this Christmas after what had happened — Draco, Hermione and Blaise pretty much had the run of the castle. Apart from two second year Hufflepuffs and a fourth year Ravenclaw, they were the only students staying at the castle over Christmas.

The three were inseparable through this time, spending their days either curled up together on the sofa in Hermione or Draco's room — talking, laughing, getting to know one another properly — or in the library studying — at Hermione's insistence — the boys grumbling that it was Christmas and they shouldn't have to study.

At night they were a trembling mess of bodies, tangled together, fucking, moaning and pleasuring one another — learning each other's likes and dislikes.

Following dinner on Christmas Eve, Draco informed Hermione that he and Blaise were off for a quick fly around the Quidditch pitch, promising to come to her when they were finished. Hermione shyly asked if they'd keep their Quidditch uniforms on.

The look on Draco's face as she whispered these words was feral. If they hadn't already arranged a surprise for Hermione tonight, he would've ripped her clothes off and fucked her hard — which is exactly what he had done three nights ago when they had sat around Draco's fire, pissed as Hippogriffs, bating each other into telling their most wild fantasies.

Hermione had shyly told them — from under her curls — how she'd dreamed about them both taking her on the Slytherin table in the Great Hall.

Her timidiness had turned Draco on immensely, especially when he'd demanded she explain the fantasy in detail. He'd lasted all of five minutes before he'd pounced, stripping her naked and surging into her tight, wet pussy, fucking her hard before pulling out and ramming his cock into Blaise's willing mouth.

Tonight he and Blaise were going to make her dreams come true. Smirking at her before they left, Draco thought about the double surprise she'd be facing now she'd mentioned the uniforms.

Two hours later, Hermione was starting to worry since neither wizard had reappeared after going for their fly, when a tapping drew her attention to the small window opposite her desk.

It was Draco's eagle owl, Artemis. Taking the note and giving him a treat, Hermione watched the magnificent bird sore away through the starlit night sky.

Kitten,

We'd like to give you one of your Christmas presents early.

Come meet us in the Great Hall… NOW!

D&B xx

Hermione's fingers trembled around the piece of parchment. This could only mean one thing. They were going to do depraved and sordid things to her in there, just as she'd told them the other night. She had no doubt that was what they were up to and, even though Hermione was thrilled and intrigued by it, she was still a student in the school and didn't relish the thought of someone like McGonagall or Slughorn walking in on them… urgh! Hermione shivered at the disgusting thought.

She'd have to go to the Great Hall, thank them both for arranging it, and for actually listening to her the other night, but she didn't want to get into trouble and would take them both back to her room. Decision made, she grabbed her cloak and made her way down to meet them both.

The resolve she had strengthened on her walk down to the Hall quickly melted away as she walked through the door.

Draco was lying lengthways in the middle of the Slytherin table, his head propped up on one arm, the other fingering Blaise's hair. The dark Italian was sitting on the bench in front of him, his elbows resting on the edge of the table and his long legs spread out in front of him.

They looked like an advert for a Muggle fashion magazine, but that wasn't the thing that made Hermione's pussy throb wildly or her nipples pebble in her lace bra. It was the fact that both of her wizards were wearing their Slytherin Quidditch uniforms.

Hermione licked her lips as she gazed at them and they both stared back, awaiting her reaction. Draco's hair was windswept and mussed up, practically begging her to grab hold of it and smash her lips against his. They both wore thick green jumpers — their team number and their surnames displayed across the back, along with the tight cream trousers she loved. They'd removed the shin and elbow pads but the tall brown boots remained.

Feeling bold and daring, Hermione turned to the two imposing doors of the hall, took out her wand and muttered a few spells. She watched as they closed quietly, her silencing and repelling spells taking effect before turning back to the two sexy Christmas presents laid out for her.

"Like what you see, Granger?" Draco drawled, his eyes blazing and ferocious with need.

"You both look…" she trailed off, before she embarrassed herself.

"We both look what, Dolcezza?" Blaise pried gently.

His soft, slight, Italian accent made Hermione wet; she loved Blaise whispering dirty things into her ear as he thrust into her most nights — words in Italian she didn't understand but sounded so sensual and arousing. They loved her so she really needed to get over her embarrassment in front of them, especially after the things they'd already done and said to each other over the last few days.

"You both look extremely sexy," she muttered.

"Come here," Draco demanded.

She walked towards them nervously and stepped in between Blaise's legs as Draco sat up and faced her. Blaise stood, taking her face in his hands and kissing her tenderly. His soft, warm mouth moved slowly, tongue licking at her, sliding between her lips. Hermione felt his fingers unclip the clasp to her cloak, letting it fall to the floor, his hands gripping the bottom of her t-shirt, breaking their kiss to remove the top over her wild mane of curls. Pulling her into him, his fingers moving over her shoulders, fisting her thick hair as his lips sought hers again, Blaise picked her up and placed her on the table, her feet on the bench below as she felt his hands glide up her thighs, under her skirt and skimming across the front of her soaked knickers.

Hermione fell back on the table, holding herself up with her elbows so she could watch him from under her lashes. Feeling his fingers move into the waistband of her underwear, slowly moving them down her legs, caressing her creamy soft skin as he went, Blaise threw her knickers behind him, moving her thighs apart and dipping his head down to taste her. Hermione's back arched off the table at the feel of his tongue on her.

Draco bent over, pressing his lips against hers, swallowing the moan emitting from her throat as his hands moved to her breasts, kneading and squeezing them, pulling her taught nipples.

"Gods, you two. You're going to kill me with pleasure," Hermione breathed out hard, wrenching her lips from Draco and taking deep lungfuls of air.

Blaise's tongue lapped at the juices running down her thighs, entering her slowly with two fingers as she ground her pussy against his face. Hermione felt the tightening in her core, her legs shaking around Blaise's head as her first orgasm of the night crashed through her body, wave after wave of pleasure radiating through her.

Blaise stood back up, sitting on the table the other side of Hermione as she tried to regain her equilibrium. Draco leaned across her prone form, grabbing Blaise around the back of his neck, crashing his lips against his boyfriend's. Draco licked at him, tasting Hermione on his mouth, groaning at the same time.

Hermione slid off the table between them, taking a seat on the top of the Ravenclaw one, watching her wizards devour each other's mouths.

"Oh, no, you don't, Kitten," Draco growled, wrenching his mouth from Blaise's, grabbing her wrist and pulling her back in between them.

"What will you do with me, Draco?" She teased the blond breathlessly as his lips met the smooth column of her throat while his hands splayed around her hips, pulling her tighter against him, grinding his throbbing cock into the seam of her arse.

Moaning quietly and tilting her head back, Hermione shivered as Draco's lips ghosted across her ear, whispering, "You're going to suck Blaise while I fuck you."

"Oh God, Draco," she replied, her chest heaving with heavy breaths as Draco picked her up and placed her down on the long Slytherin table. He and Blaise climbed up onto the table beside her. "I want you both to leave the uniforms on," she told them, blushing furiously.

Blaise sniggered before reaching to place kisses along her shoulder as Draco knelt beside her, moving Hermione in the process. She lay on the table before him, his hands on her knees, smirking down at her.

"If we have to keep our uniforms on, then so do you," Draco said, taking his wand and transfiguring her denim skirt into the grey pleated one she wore during school time. Putting the wand away, he reached into his pocket and removed his Slytherin tie, waving it in front of her.

"That's not my tie," she smirked at him.

"How very observant of you, Miss Granger. No, it's not, we're about to fuck you on our house table and I want to do that while you're wearing my tie."

"Okay," she acquiesced, grabbing the striped green and silver material, placing it around her neck and letting it fall between her breasts. Draco groaned loudly.

"On all fours, Kitten."

She did as the blond commanded, turning over and raising herself up until she was on her hands and knees, awaiting their next command; she did love playing the sub for them.

She felt Draco's hands slide up the back of her thighs, kneading the firm globes of her arse. Raising her head up, she watched Blaise peeling down the tight cream Quidditch trousers to his knees, his cock springing forward. With one hand, he guided his hard length toward her mouth — which she eagerly opened — engulfing the head between her lips, hearing him moan from above her.

"Fuck, Kitten. That looks so hot," she heard Draco growl out, his throbbing erection at her entrance. Hermione pushed back, his length sliding into her wet channel easily.

"Merlin, fuck. Nothing feels as good as my cock sliding into your tight cunt, Kitten."

"Mmm, Draco," she mumbled around Blaise's prick.

Draco grabbed her hips, pulling out slightly before thrusting back in, pushing her forwards, making her swallow more of Blaise. Both wizards built a rhythm of fucking her mouth and pussy in tandem.

Hermione couldn't get enough. Draco was deliberately taking his time with slow, hard thrusts while Blaise cupped the back of her head — fisting her thick curls — plunging his pulsing cock into her throat.

Hollowing her cheeks and sucking hard, she felt Blaise tense as he came down her throat.

"Holy fuck, Hermione. You suck me so good," the shaking wizard breathed, releasing himself from her hot mouth while she licked her lips. Draco took the opportunity to pull out, flip her over and pull her ankles up until they rested on his shoulders, before thrusting his dick back into her — hard.

"Oh my God. Granger, Merlin, I can't ever get enough of fucking you," he growled, lifting her hips and fucking her with wild abandon, watching her tits bounce with his thrusts; his tie still around her neck.

Hermione reached for him, pulling him down so she could plunder his mouth with her tongue while running her hands up and down his chest, fisting his Slytherin shirt between her dainty palms. His trousers had only been pulled down to his knees as well.

It made her hotter than hell to be fucked by them both in their Quidditch gear. She could feel the pressure building in her core as Draco's cock slammed into her. Blaise had recovered enough that he now leaned over her, taking one of her rosy nipples between his teeth and sucking hard — just how she liked it.

Draco grunted as his orgasm approached, his cock getting harder than possible inside her clenching walls as she came again all over him. Two more thrusts had him crying out her name before collapsing on top of her.

Moving her arms, she wrapped them around Draco's back, holding him to her as they both calmed down.

"Mmm, what are you doing?" Draco mumbled into the side of Hermione's neck, feeling his boyfriend kneading his arse cheeks, slowly spreading them before Draco felt Blaise's tongue swipe across his arsehole. Draco shivered at the contact and raised himself up on all fours. Hermione crawled backwards, out from underneath him. Before she had a chance to get down from the table, Draco grabbed her legs and pulled her back under him, until her sodden pussy was level with his mouth.

"Fuck me, Blaise," Draco grunted, before lowering his head and licking along Hermione's throbbing folds, making her squirm below him.

"Oh God, Draco," she cried out, feeling his tongue plunge inside her, licking up her juices and his own come. "So hot. So fucking hot."

Blaise lined up the head of his cock at the entrance of Draco's arse and thrust hard into him, just how he knew the blond liked it.

Draco bucked forward at the intrusion, biting gently on Hermione's clit, making her cry out again as her hips ground against his face.

Holding onto his lover's slim hips, Blaise fucked Draco — hard. His balls slapping the back of the blond's thighs as he watched him lick at Hermione's abused cunt.

"Oh, fuck," the Italian cried out through clenched teeth. "I'm going to come, Draco. I'm going to come so hard in your arse." He slammed into his lover before arching his back and shooting his hot come into the tight passage.

"Ungmmmfffuuu," Draco whimpered into Hermione's cunt, feeling Blaise pull out of him. Draco bent forward, thrusting two fingers inside their witch and bit gently down on her pulsing clit, feeling her fall apart underneath him, her thighs squeezing against the side of his head as she rode out her orgasm on his tongue. He rolled onto his back breathing hard, as Blaise fell back onto his arse against the hard wooden table. Hermione lay where she was, her thighs spread as her pussy pulsed and fluttered with aftershocks.

She was the first to move after a couple of minutes. Sitting up and dangling her legs off the table she turned to look at the two wizards. Blaise was resting back on his hands, his chest rising and falling rapidly with his quick breaths. Draco still flat out on his back, too satiated to move.

"We should clean up and get out of here before we're caught." She turned to face them.

Draco sat up and followed Hermione's position, his thigh resting against hers.

"Merry Christmas, Granger," he grinned, his shoulder bumping hers.

She smiled back. "Merry Christmas indeed. How about we carry this on back in my room? I have both of your presents there."

"Lead on, Granger," Draco told her, standing up and offering his hand to help her down from the table. Blaise also stood on shaky legs and wrapped his hands around her waist, pulling her back against him.

"That was amazing, Cara," he whispered into her ear, making her shiver. He bent to pick up her cloak, wrapped it around her and took her hand to lead her from the Great Hall, Draco following behind.

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Christmas Morning...

Hermione woke to an empty bed and the sound of laughter coming from her small living room. Stretching languidly she got up and wrapped her cream silk dressing gown around her naked body. Every part of her hurt — deliciously so — as she made her way to the door.

She smiled as she spotted her wizards sitting in front of the roaring fire one of them had lit and laughing raucously at something.

"Good morning," she whispered, her throat sore from all the screaming last night. "What are you both laughing at?"

Draco and Blaise snapped their heads in her direction and smiled at her.

"Good morning, Kitten," Draco replied, beckoning her to them.

She made her way over, sitting between them while Blaise passed her a steaming mug of hot chocolate. After taking a few sips of the cinnamon-laced drink, she turned to kiss Draco first, then Blaise. They tasted of sex and chocolate — a heady combination that made Hermione flush with arousal.

"Buon Natale, Tesoro," Blaise whispered, reaching forward to the little Christmas tree Hermione had decorated and picking up a small parcel wrapped in green with a silver bow to pass to her. "This is from the both of us."

She took the parcel, looking at them both, noticing the worried frowns on their gorgeous faces.

"What's wrong?"

"I… we… don't want you to freak out over your gifts."

"Why would I freak?" She asked the blond to her right quizzically.

"Open it and find out."

Hermione frowned, slightly worried about what lay behind the perfectly wrapped gift.

She opened it carefully. Inside the wrapping was a small black velvet box. Her heart started to race — it looked like a ring box. She turned to face them both, Draco worrying his bottom lip between his teeth while Blaise fiddled with his hands in his lap.

"What is this?" She asked nervously.

"Open it and find out," Blaise encouraged her.

Hermione swallowed heavily before lifting the lid. Inside lay two rings. Both platinum bands, one had a diamond cushioned on either side by two emeralds. The other had small diamonds and emeralds all the way around the band. She gasped at the sight of them, the diamonds shining in the light.

"Wha-what are these?"

"What do they look like?" Draco asked apprehensively.

"They look like engagement rings," she replied, shaking slightly. It was too soon for this. She'd only just decided to tell them she was willing to give this relationship a real go, despite her hesitance; rings were too much.

"Not exactly, Cara," Blaise answered gently, taking the box from her hands, picking up the rings. "It's an old pure-blood custom. One I'm sure you'll roll your eyes at, but it's an important one to the both of us."

"Okay."

"You see, Hermione. When a wizard wishes to claim a partner, he gives the witch in question a piece of jewellery. It's sort of like the American tradition of a promise ring," Draco explained to her. "Blaise and I want you to know how much we both need you. We want to make this work. We really don't give a Hippogriff shit who knows it either. We want everyone to know you are ours."

Hermione's heart was racing at his words, her palms getting clammy. She watched in bewilderment as Draco took the ring from Blaise with emeralds either side of a large diamond and took her left hand in his. Placing the ring at the top of her ring finger, he looked expectantly up at her.

Without thinking, she nodded her head a fraction. Draco slid the ring down until it nestled at the bottom of her finger. "This has been handed down through generations of Malfoy women. It's imbued with ancient protection charms."

She looked at him wide-eyed as he continued, feeling the heavy weight of the ring on her finger.

"It doesn't mean we're asking you to marry us. It's just a token of the love we have for you and a promise that you're ours from this day forward."

"Cara?"

She turned to face Blaise, still in shock at what was happening. He lifted her hand and placed his own ring on the same finger until it met Draco's.

"Same as Draco. This ring has been in the Zabini family for generations. I want you to wear it as a sign of my commitment to you… to the three of us. You wearing both of our rings means more than anything else in the world to us."

Hermione gulped as she tried to find words for what she was feeling.

"I… I don't know what to say. I mean… of course… it's too much that you've both given me these. This is serious stuff. Are you sure… I mean… are you sure that this is what you both want?" She asked them, looking at the rings on her finger, the diamonds glinting in the light of the fire.

Both of them moved closer to her, their backs resting against the sofa as each draped an arm across her shoulders.

"Of course we're sure. We wouldn't have given them to you otherwise. We told you from the beginning we would make you ours," Draco breathed into her ear, nibbling on the lobe, making her shiver in delight.

Hermione turned her head and kissed him before turning to Blaise and doing the same to his lips.

"I'm in shock, I think. I know what you've been saying all of these months but I really just thought this was going to be a brief affair. I didn't know what this actually meant to you both. I was going to speak to you today about all of this. It's been amazing… the best time of my life. I'm rambling, aren't I? I just… I just… oh, God, I don't know what to say. Say something, Draco!"

"Calm down, Kitten. Yes, you're rambling, silly witch. What have we told you from the beginning? We want you… and not just for some sleazy affair. We love you and we want to spend the rest of our lives with you," Draco told her passionately.

Hermione nodded and exhaled deeply before leaning back against the sofa, lost in thought. Blaise shot Draco a quick, worried glance before looking at Hermione who was chewing her bottom lip, a little crease between her brows.

"Hermione, sweetheart," Blaise called her softly, placing a finger under her chin and raising her face to stare into her eyes. "Wh—"

"I love you," she blurted out.

"What?"

"I love you," she repeated nodding her head — yes — at him. "I do, I love you, Blaise. And you, Draco."

Turning her gaze to Draco, Hermione smiled at the shocked look on his face. She'd never seen him look so surprised. She turned herself around so she was facing them both, her eyes flitting between them.

"I love you both, Draco, Blaise," she grinned broadly, her heart swelling with the realisation that — yes — she did love them both very much. Everything had changed since the first time they had accosted her in the head's meeting room.

"Hermione," Draco growled, reaching for her, bringing his lips down on hers and pushing her back against the rug in front of the fire, his body stretching over hers as he devoured her lucious, wet mouth. Moving back, he placed his hands either side of her head, his thumbs caressing her cheeks. "Gods, Hermione. I love you so fucking much. You're ours now, Kitten." Grinning down at her, he called Blaise over before sitting up, bringing Hermione with him.

Blaise scooted closer, taking her hands in his, gaining her attention.

"I love you as well, Hermione. I love you so much, and you, Bello," Blaise smiled letting go one of Hermione's hands to take one of Draco's.

"So, you're going to keep the rings on then?" Draco asked, reaching for the cushions on the sofas and settling himself and Hermione down, Blaise joining them until their witch was ensconced between them. Draco's hand slid inside the soft material of her dressing gown, his fingers tracing patterns across the flat of her stomach, while Blaise's hand ran the length of her thigh, bunching the silk up, rubbing it up and down the inside of her thigh.

"Yes, I am," she answered Draco, her skin tingling where they were both touching her.

"What about your friends?"

"Listen to me, Draco," she told him sternly, her gaze hot on him. "There's one thing you should know about me and that's when I make big decisions about my life, I always follow through, and I don't mean deciding I want a sandwich for lunch and then change my mind and have a salad." Both Blaise and Draco sniggered at this. Hermione rolled her eyes.

"I mean… the really big decisions. Like when I decided that I would follow Harry and help as best as I could when we knew for certain that war was coming. Even though he and Ron tried talking me out of it so many times, I had made up my mind. And when I decided to come back to Hogwarts and finish my education, that was a big decision for me — not to follow Ron and Harry into auror training. Stepping away from our close friendship and coming back here was one of the hardest thing I've had to do in the last few years. So," she paused and took a breath, her hand cupping Draco's cheek, "when I said I love you, I meant every word of it. Harry and Ron will be fine with it — eventually — they love me and want me to be happy. And you know what else I've realised?" She didn't give him a chance to answer before continuing. "After everything I've done to help the wizarding world defeat Voldemort, I deserve to be happy. So I don't really give a stuff what everyone will think and say when they find out about us. The only two I really care about will be fine in the end and that's that really. I want the three of us to be together — for real." She leaned in and kissed him, feeling Blaise press up against her back, placing soft kisses along her shoulder and up to the juncture of her neck.

"Okay," Draco breathed against her kiss swollen lips. "I hear you, Kitten, loud and clear. Now let me and Blaise wish you a proper Merry Christmas," he smirked as he rolled her onto her back, Blaise quickly untying the belt at her waist holding her dressing gown together, as Draco leaned forward to kiss her again.

Hermione sighed into his mouth, happy right where she was, between her two lovers. In the days and weeks to come people would talk and she would ignore it, because being here with these two was worth everything to her.