Apparently I've caught the Dramionaise bug REAL BAD lol. Sorry...kind of. I have no idea how long this is going to be either - please don't kill me lol! I've really enjoyed writing lately, though, so I'm just going with it.

*EDIT* Thanks to sassanech for pointing out my misspelling of Theo's last name!

R&R

Saturday

HPOV

"It's a great movie. You're just miffed nothing blew up."

"It's not a great movie if nothing blows up, Mi." retorted Blaise.

He, Malfoy, and I were sitting on the couch in their living room, completing our weekend ritual of dinner, a movie, and bitching. Lots of bitching. And me occasionally passing out on their couch from too much wine.

"I think it was pretty good." said Malfoy, looking to me, "Definitely better than that zombie droll he picked last week."

I laughed, taking my wine glass from the table, "Told you so!" I directed at Blaise, who was sitting opposite to Malfoy, his arm around the blonde's shoulders.

"Oh whatever." he huffed, rolling his eyes at us, "We'll see what you," he directed at Malfoy, "Pick next weekend."

Oh shit.

"Um...about that..." I started, standing from the couch and stretching my arms above my head, trying to calm myself. This was no big deal. Ever since Harry and Ron had become Aurors, always away on Auror business, Malfoy and Blaise had become my best friends, and over the past six years the three of us were barely inseparable - except that Malfoy and Blaise were dating.

"I'm not going to make it next weekend."

Blaise raised an eyebrow, but Malfoy looked slightly annoyed.

"You never miss movie night." said Blaise, "Don't tell us you've got a hot date." he joked, even Malfoy cracking a smile.

I couldn't really be upset; it had been ages since I'd gone on a date. But...

"Right...actually...yeah, it is a date." I managed to spit out. I had no idea why I felt so awkward about telling them.

"With who?" asked Malfoy, eyes slightly narrowed.

Ah, that's right. That was why.

"Does it really matter?" I hedged, not really wanting to relay that information.

I emptied my glass, walking back into the open kitchen, still in plain view of them, poured another glass of the bubbly champagne I'd been sipping since roughly 6pm when I'd arrived.

Malfoy opened his mouth, but Blaise spoke over him, "If you end up missing it'd be nice to know who we'd have to hunt down."

I couldn't help the smile from tugging at the corners of my lips. Blaise always made things less tense.

With a sigh I said, "Theo."

Both of their eyes widened, though Malfoy's immediately narrowed.

"Nott?"

I nodded, feeling my cheeks heat under his intense silver gaze, "He came to my office on Friday wanting to free his house elves. One thing led to another and...and now I have a date."

"Nott's just a -"

Blaise elbowed Malfoy sharply, "Enough."

The two seemed to be having a silent standoff before Malfoy released a deep breath and looked away from him.

"Where's the lucky bloke taking you?" asked Blaise, his chocolate eyes wandering over my -

No.

That was not a good train of thought to follow. Blaise wasn't looking anywhere.

I cleared my throat, putting the champagne back and perching on the arm of the recliner they had off to the side of the couch we'd all been sitting on previously, glass in my hand.

"Firefly. A bit much for a first date, right?" I asked, relaxing back into the friendship I'd had with them for so long.

"We would take you somewhere nicer." scoffed Malfoy, rolling his eyes as he glared at the spot on the couch that I'd vacated.

I rolled my eyes, used to their harmless flirting, and said, "On the Ministry's pay I shouldn't even be setting a toe in that place."

"We offer to take you out on the weekends too, you know?" said Blaise with a smirk, "You tell us no, but Theo gets a yes? We're hurt, Mi."

I laughed, the wine making me a bit shameless as I said, "Yes, but sometimes stimulating conversation just isn't enough. A date with Theo might actually get me laid."

Blaise smirked, and Malfoy looked a bit less annoyed, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"I'm sure we could offer you a far better night in that department than Nott could." said Malfoy, his silver eyes sliding over my body like -

Stop it. They're just poking fun. Like always.

I cleared my throat and stood, grabbing all three of our empty glasses and took them to the kitchen. I slipped into my sandals, grabbing my cardigan and my purse from the coat rack by the front door.

"Anyway, you'll have to let me know what kinky shit Malfoy picks this time." I said with a laugh, pulling smiles from both of them.

"You'll be missing out." called Blaise as I grabbed a handful of floo powder.

"I hope not." I said with a wink, disappearing in a puff of green.

DPOV

"Goddamnit, Blaise." I snapped, dropping my head back against the couch with a groan, "Now she's going on a fucking date with Nott."

"Well, maybe we just need to tell her before next weekend." he offered, running a hand through his unruly, curly mess of hair.

"Tell her? We've basically been telling her for the better half of four years that we -"

"Want to fuck her. Not that we want to be with her." he interrupted.

Bloody hell.

"Do you think she'd hit it off with Nott?"

Blaise snorted, rolling his eyes, "Please, we both know she at least finds us attractive, there's no way she's going for Theo."

It was true. Granger did make it rather easy to read her emotions - the pink flush that would cover her cheeks when I caught her watching Blaise and I kiss, for one, was very telling.

That didn't make me feel any better.

"That's supposed to be us taking her out."

"Well it could be us if we just did it." he smirked, his knee bumping mine.

"Aren't you at all worried that we're going to completely fuck up this friendship?"

"No." he answered easily, "She just needs to be open to the idea. Brightest Witch she might be, but not in regards to reading between the lines."

"So what do we do?"

"Let's start with lunch."

BPOV

"Lunch?"

I raised an eyebrow, a smile sliding onto my face, "Yes, lunch. Tomorrow. Maybe even breakfast...how early does Mi get up? It'll be Sunday, after all."

I slept well into the afternoon most days, so on the weekends when she slept over the two of them were long-up by the time I made it into the living room.

"Earlier than you're capable of rising, love." he said, running a hand through his hair, "What are you planning?"

"I could get up early for her."

"But not for me?" he countered, eyebrow arched.

I laughed, pressing a kiss to his lips before standing to put out the fireplace, "We're going to turn up the heat. If you're too chicken to tell her, then we'll just have to show her."

"I am not -"

"Are you listening to me?" I asked, holding my hand out to pull him from the couch, "Tomorrow morning, breakfast for her, in bed."

Draco smirked, "Ever heard the muggle expression 'at the crack of dawn'?"

I frowned, interlacing our fingers as we walked to our bedroom, "No, but I assume it means very early in the morning, when the sun -"

"Exactly, now think earlier." he said, laughing as he flung himself onto our king-sized bed laughing.

I hated mornings.

Sunday

HPOV

I woke up to the sound of soft murmuring, and then the bed shifted slightly on either side of me.

I sat up with a start, completely shocked to see Blaise and Malfoy sitting on either side of me on my bed holding trays filled with various breakfast foods.

"What in Merlin's name are you two doing here?" I asked, looking between the two smiling men.

"We felt like breakfast." shrugged Blaise, setting the tray on the bed as Malfoy did the same.

I blinked once. Twice.

"But why are you here?"

"Aren't you hungry?" asked Draco, taking a strawberry between his full, pink lips, "We're starved."

My eyes widened slightly, and I was suddenly very aware that I was in a t-shirt and knickers. I pulled the blanket more firmly around my hips before leaning against my headboard, "I'm always hungry."

I took a strawberry as well, choosing to dip mine in a bit of whipped cream from a pancake before biting into it - how they always managed to have the freshest fruit still stumped me.

"Besides, we know you've been having a hard time at work." said Blaise.

"You wouldn't shut up about it." murmured Malfoy, his eyes trained on my lips as I licked away a bit of cream.

My stomach clenched at the way he was looking at me, like he wanted to devour me.

But I couldn't think about things like that. Right?

I cleared my throat, looking away from both of them to grab a piece of bacon, "Kingsley really is a slave driver."

Both of them laughed and I immediately relaxed. I was just imagining the sexual tension. They flirted harmlessly, clearly too enamored in each other to bother paying another person any attention in that way.

The two men were obviously in their pajamas, long silk bottoms in a dark green and simple t-shirts, yet I still felt under dressed.

Though I was in my underwear.

DPOV

"You know, a girl could really get used to waking up to breakfast in bed." Hermione said with a chuckle, taking a bite of a chocolate covered pancake.

Blaise and I shared a look, and he was the one to respond, "You'd get breakfast every morning if you stayed with us."

Her cheeks tinted pink, but she laughed it off, "Don't tempt me."

"We've been tempting you, Granger." I said with an eye roll, "Little good that does."

"What?" she asked, taking another bite of her pancake - though this time a small drop of chocolate was lingering on her bottom lip and Salazar I wanted to lick it off.

Blaise raised an eyebrow at me, clearly wondering if I was actually going to tell her the truth.

No. Not now. The words seemed stuck in my throat.

"Tempting you with food." I said, forcing a smirk onto my face, "If you'd let us take you out once in a while I'm sure the food would be even better than when we make it."

She laughed as she replied, "Are you two really still miffed about next weekend?"

I couldn't focus past that little bit of chocolate at the corner of her mouth, so Blaise jumped in.

"We're hurt, Mi." he said dramatically, "Choosing Theo over us."

She rolled her eyes, taking another strawberry between her lips before saying, "I'm not choosing anybody over anybody. You two are my best friends, Theo's just...just..."

"A quick fuck?" I supplied, unable to keep the smirk off my face.

She narrowed her eyes at me but I could tell she wasn't really upset, "Not how I would've put it, but yes."

"Was Weasley the last bloke you slept with?" asked Blaise, taking a bite of his eggs.

Right. Eating. I was supposed to be eating.

"Bloke? Yes. Last person I slept with, certainly not." she said with a smirk, her eyes twinkling at our surprised faces.

"Well fuck, Mi, never would've thought you had it in you." chuckled Blaise.

She laughed again, that damn bit of chocolate finally licked away by her tongue.

"Who was it?" I asked.

"Luna. We've had an...on again off again thing since fourth year." she admitted, a slight blush staining her cheeks.

Bloody hell.

BPOV

Surprised wasn't even the word.

But, this could be very useful in Draco and I's plan. If she was open minded enough to have an "on again off again thing" with Luna, she may well be open minded enough to join our relationship.

"So let's get this straight," I began, leaning forward slightly, "You slept with Krum, Weasley, Luna, and now you're telling us you're going to sleep with Theo?"

She rolled her eyes, buttering her toast as she said, "Yes, what's your point?"

"Why won't you sleep with us?"

"Blaise!" snapped Draco, glaring daggers at me.

I couldn't be bothered. I said I was going to turn up the heat, and that's exactly what I was doing. The last thing we needed was Hermione actually falling for Theo. Then we'd really be kicking ourselves in the arse.

"Excuse me?" she squeaked, her cheeks an adorable pink.

"Why," I began slowly, enunciating each word, "Won't you sleep with us?"

"I - you - stop that." she said, forcing a strained chuckle, "You two are always teasing me."

"What if it wasn't teasing?" asked Draco, his voice soft as he looked down at his plate.

"What?" she asked, eyes wide, looking between the two of us. "Malfoy, look at me."

He did as she asked, his cheeks a bit pink, too.

"What are you saying?"

I watched for a moment as he opened and closed his mouth, clearly unable to answer her question. He really was adorable when he was flustered.

"We're saying that we'd like the opportunity to take you on a date and ravish you after."

Her eyes looked about ready to pop out of her head, her cheeks flaming as she looked down at her hands on her lap.

Draco looked about ready to melt into the ground, his cheeks almost matching Hermione's.

"I...where did this come from all of a sudden?" she asked, biting her lip as she looked to me, then to Draco.

"All of a sudden?" snorted Draco, "Try at least the last four years, Granger."

"Four years?" her eyes were wide and her voice was slightly louder than I'm sure she wanted it to be.

"Don't seem so shocked, Mi." I said with a smile, "We flirted with you pretty much every chance we got."

HPOV

"You two are dating!" I yelled, throwing my hands into the air, "How was I supposed to know that the two of you were serious?"

It was true that we'd been practically inseparable since our friendship really solidified, but that didn't mean I ever really thought that my little fantasies were justified...

"We've spent practically every weekend for the past five years together, Granger." said Malfoy, "What did you th -"

"As friends! That's what friends do. Harry, Ron, and I spent practically every second together at Hogwarts, and Merlin help me I've never slept with or wanted to sleep with either of them!"

I couldn't keep my voice down, though I realized I really should. I had normal, respectable, muggle neighbors that surely wouldn't appreciate all the commotion at a quarter till eight.

"I highly doubt Weasley or Potter said any of the things we've said." smirked Blaise, ever the picture of calm, cool, and collected.

I shook my head, "Of course not! They're like my brothers."

"We're not." said Malfoy with a small shrug.

I opened and closed my mouth, unable to figure out what I wanted to say. I'd obviously had a few not-so-friend-like fantasies about the two men in front of me, but I'd really never thought that even one of them looked at me that way, let alone both of them.

"So what do you say?" asked Blaise, grinning at me.

"I...I really don't know." I said, realizing that it was the truth. "Are we...are we still going to be able to be friends after -" cough "After sleeping together?"

Malfoy raised an eyebrow at me before interrupting Blaise to say, "Who said anything about being friends after, love? The whole point is that we," he motioned between himself and Blaise, "Want you to be part of this relationship."

I blinked once. Twice. Three times.

I still didn't know what to say. This could all end so badly.

"Draco might actually faint if you don't reply, Mi." joked Blaise, nudging Malfoy with his shoulder.

I looked to Malfoy, but he was glaring daggers at Blaise.

"I...can't."

DPOV

Ouch.

"Why not?" asked Blaise, clearly undeterred.

"Your friendship is so much more important to me than a fling or -"

"We don't want a fling, Granger." I interrupted with a smirk, "We've been putting up with you for six years so far, what makes you think that's going to change?"

She bit her lip, her eyes falling back to her hands as she clearly ran through different scenarios in that big brain of hers.

"How do you two know this is what you want?"

Blaise and I both smiled, and Blaise said, "We've had four years to talk about this, Mi. You're the one caught off guard."

"I..."

"One date." I said, a smirk tugging at the corner of my mouth, "We'll wine and dine you, and after, if you don't think it's...going to work, we'll drop it."

"Won't that be awkward?" she asked, her lip still firmly between her teeth.

Blaise chuckled and I said, "Not unless you're going to think it's awkward."

When she said nothing Blaise said, "Besides, we'd rather try than find out you fell in love with Theo."

At that she laughed, the sound immediately releasing the tension in my shoulders.

"I wouldn't fall in love with Theo, idiots." she said, still smiling as she shook her head, "You two really are serious?"

I rolled my eyes, but Blaise jumped in, "Of course we are. So what do you say, Mi?"

"I guess I'm moving the dinner date to a coffee date." she said with a small smile, eyeing the two of us from under her lashes.

"You're still going -"

"That sounds great." Blaise said, interrupting me with a sharp glare in my direction, "We promise you won't regret this."

She rolled her eyes, a smile on her face as she said, "I don't ever regret spending time with you two."

"I don't know about that." I said smirking at her, "There have been a few movie nights where you were ready to avada both of us."

The three of us laughed, the awkward tension most definitely gone.

"That's a good point." she mused, "Now get out of here; I need to get up and get dressed. I have some files that I need to work on for tomorrow."

BPOV

"Oh come on, Mi. Haven't you ever heard of a lazy Sunday?"

She looked at me, eyebrow raised as she said, "Lazy Sundays are for people who can also afford lazy Mondays. I can't. You guys know that Kingsley -"

"Is a slave driver." quipped Draco, "We remember."

"So go." she said, nudging each of us with one of her feet. "I'm sure I'll see you both for lunch tomorrow, yeah?"

I grinned, and before she could pull her foot back, I tickled her through the fabric of her blanket, pulling a sharp squeal from her as she laughed.

"Stop that!" she said, attempting to twist away from me, the blanket sliding just a bit lower than she probably wanted it to, exposing the top of a very lacy pair of red panties.

"Bloody hell, Granger." groaned Draco, his eyes on the small strip of fabric, "You've been sitting here the whole time in your knickers."

She gasped, yanking her foot back and tugging the blanket up around her hips, "I told you two to go." she groaned.

"Well I'm certainly glad we didn't, aren't you, Zabini?"

I nodded, "Indeed, we would've never known our Mi had such great taste in lingerie."

Her cheeks flamed, but she kept her nose high, "I have excellent taste in lingerie, thank you very much."

"Hopefully you'll show us sometime." murmured Draco, his eyes dark as he watched her.

Suddenly she smirked, "If you two aren't going, I still need to get my work done."

With that she flung the blanket back, covering both of our heads with it. When we'd yanked the offensively obstructive fabric away all we saw was a flash of Hermione's red-lace-covered bum disappearing into the bathroom.

"Fucking hell." groaned Draco, dropping backwards onto the bed. "This is really happening, isn't it?"

I laughed, leaning over him to press a soft kiss to his lips before murmuring, "And we'd better make sure that it happens again, and again, and again."

At that he smirked, "I certainly look forward to the challenge."

"Judging by her reaction, I doubt it's going to be too challenging."

He snorted, pulling me up so we could floo back to our flat, "Have you met Granger?"

Fair point.

Wednesday

HPOV

I had managed to talk a slightly disappointed Theo into a lunch date for today. We were meeting down at the Three Broomsticks, at his request - which meant that I was, as usual, rushing down Diagon Alley cursing myself for not having left on time. I'd gotten caught up in some case files and before I knew it I had roughly six minutes to make it out of the Ministry building and to the Three Broomsticks.

I pushed open the door, spotting Theo at the bar immediately. I shrugged off my Ministry robes as I walked up to him, draping it over my arm.

"Hey, Theo."

He turned and smiled, "Hey, Hermione. Do you want to grab a table?"

I nodded, and he led us a bit further back to a booth. A short blonde waitress came quickly to take our order, and then Theo and I were alone. I hadn't really thought about how potentially awkward this was going to be, but I realized that aside from our last year at Hogwarts, Theo and I hadn't spoken at all. Add in the roughly eight years since we'd graduated, and I had no idea what to talk to him about.

"So how long have you worked at the Ministry?" he asked, taking a sip of his butter beer.

"Pretty much since we all graduated." I said, following his lead and taking a sip of my tea, "It seemed like a given."

Theo smiled, nodding his head as he said, "I think we all figured you were either going to be an Auror like Potter and Weasley or start working at the Ministry - Magical Creatures Department of course."

I chuckled, "After the war I'd had enough action. Sitting behind a desk is just fine for me. What do you do now? Other than free house elves about five years too late." I added the last bit with a smirk.

He grinned sheepishly, rubbing a hand along the back of his neck before saying, "Yeah...I've been away on business for the past six months. The day that I came into your office was actually the third day I'd been back."

"Oh?" I asked, immediately intrigued, "What business?"

"You're going to think this is a bit odd, but holistic therapy...muggle holistic therapy. I travel around giving lectures."

I was a bit shocked that a former Slytherin would have anything to do with muggle practices, but to be fair, I really didn't know Theo well to begin with.

"Wow, that's actually really cool." I said, smiling at the waitress who brought us our food and refilled our drinks.

After a few moments of silent eating Theo spoke up again, "Do you see much of Potter and Weasley nowadays?"

I shook my head, "Not really. We still see each other at the Burrow for most holidays, but they're off traveling a lot. That's why Harry and Gin ended up breaking it off; he just wasn't around."

Theo raised a surprised eyebrow, but didn't comment on it, "So I assume you and Ginevra spend time together now?"

I shrugged, "Sometimes. I'm usually busy with my work in the M.C.D., but I suppose you could say I spend most of my time with -"

DPOV

"Us." I said, smirk on my face as I slid into the booth next to Granger, Blaise taking the spot next to Nott.

Granger's eyes were wide, clearly surprised that we were there, though Nott looked no different.

Honestly I was surprised Blaise had let me convince him to drop by, especially since he knew that once we showed up there was no way I was just going to sit and watch our girl on a date with another man.

No fucking way.

"Really?" asked Nott, looking to her as if for confirmation.

I threw my arm around her shoulder while she said, "Surprisingly enough, yeah."

"How'd that happen?" he asked, looking between the three of us.

"Blaise works in the Ministry, so we got close that way. He started inviting me around to his, and obviously Malfoy was there -"

"And she couldn't resist the charm. Been best buds ever since." I said with a smirk at Nott, which earned me a swift kick to the shin by Blaise across from me that I barely managed to cover with a cough.

"How long have you two been seeing each other now?" asked Nott, draining the last of what I assumed was butter beer.

"Since seventh year." said Blaise, a smile on his face as he looked at me.

Hermione cleared her throat and checked her watch, "I should probably be getting back."

"We should do this again." said Nott, standing as all of us slid out of the booth.

Hermione nodded, but before she could say anything Blaise was speaking.

"Sure, it's been a while since we've seen you." he said, throwing an arm around Nott's shoulders as we walked out of the Three Broomsticks, "It'd be nice to catch up."

Nott chuckled awkwardly - clearly he'd meant just Granger.

As if.

"Great," said Nott, slipping out from under Blaise's arm as he began to head in the opposite direction as us, "I'll owl one of you."

And with that he was gone, leaving the three of us standing just to the right of the Three Broomsticks entrance.

"What in Merlin's name is wrong with you two?"

BPOV

Hermione spun around, her hands on her hips as she glared at both of us.

I had told Draco that this was a bad idea, but he'd just had to have his way.

Like always, I thought with an eye roll.

"We came by for drinks." Draco said innocently.

"If you honestly think I believe that, you're both daft." she said, shrugging her Ministry robes back on.

"Fine, we knew you'd be here." he said, not looking the least bit apologetic, so I tried to force enough guilt onto my face for the both of us.

"So why did you do that?" she asked, crossing her arms expectantly.

When Draco said nothing I stepped in, "We just wanted to make sure you weren't falling in love." I said jokingly.

She raised an eyebrow, "You two honestly think I'm going to fall in love inside the Three Broomsticks over lunch with Theodore?"

"Draco just -"

"Why doesn't Draco tell me what he was thinking?" she snapped, turning her attention to him.

He narrowed his eyes at her and I knew this was certainly about to escalate.

"We tell you that we want you to be part of our relationship, and you pretty much manage to avoid us for three days, and you think we're not going to show up here and interrupt?"

"Are you kidding?" she asked, her voice rising an octave, "You completely spring this insane idea on me at like seven in the morning after practically six years of friendship and expect me to do what? Jump headfirst into this like some eager fifth year at the thought of a threesome? That's not me." she snapped, clearly seething.

"Mi -"

Draco spoke over me, continuing, "The fact that you were too daft to realize we were flirting with -"

"Oh come on!" she shouted, attracting the attention of a few passersby. Luckily most people had returned to work, so Diagon Alley was fairly deserted.

"Everyone can see that the two of you are utterly in love with each other." she continued, her voice slightly quieter, "You two practically have your own gravitational force. You move with each other. There's hardly ever a time where either one of you is anywhere without the other. So excuse me for not realizing that you're joking flirtation was supposed to be taken seriously!"

By the end she was yelling again, her eyes shining with anger and I just wanted Draco to shut the fuck up, because she had a point. Draco and I had been together for almost ten years by now, and we'd been friends even longer before that. We just knew each other in a way that we didn't know her - yet. That was the whole point. We both knew that having her in our relationship instead of just around our relationship would be...fucking bliss.

Before Draco could say anything else I stepped forward, "We want it to be like that with you too, Mi."

HPOV

"I could never -" I broke off, shaking my head as I looked away from both of them.

Over the past three days that I'd been avoiding them I'd done a lot of thinking. I realized that it wasn't that I thought a failed relationship would ruin our friendship. It wasn't that I really thought it was going to be awkward.

It was because Malfoy and Blaise were so completely perfect for each other that it seemed impossible that adding anyone - even their best friend - wouldn't make it better. How could you better perfection? I had no idea why they thought that I'd -

"Mi?"

I looked back at Blaise, clearing my thoughts before looking down at my watch.

"Shite! I need to go."

"Granger," said Malfoy, reaching out and grabbing my hand, "We need -"

"To talk later." I said, tugging my hand away and dashing back toward the Ministry.

O.O.O.O.O.O.O.O.O.O.O.O

I hadn't really been able to focus on much when I'd gotten back. My mind kept straying back to what Blaise had said.

"We want it to be like that with you too, Mi."

How could they know that? Being best friends and being...together was not the same thing. I mean did they expect me to move in? Was it going to be public? Did the Wizarding Community look down on triads? Did they just want to invite me into the sexual aspect of their relationship? They'd said they wanted to take me to dinner and ravish me after...

"Ugh!" I groaned in frustration, dropping my head down onto my desk. It was well after 7 pm and the only other light I saw on from the hallway was Padma's - but that was likely because she always forgot to turn it off.

With a resigned sigh I gathered up my things and headed out of my office to use a floo in the main lobby.

When I stepped into my apartment I flicked on the lights, dropping my briefcase, robes, and wand onto the kitchen table. I kicked my shoes off in the kitchen, uncorking a bottle of wine and pouring myself a glass.

"Accio wand."

As I sipped the wine I watched a pot fly into the sink, filling itself with water before it landed on the stove to boil. I cast one more spell to finish the meal without me standing there, leaving my wand on the kitchen counter and taking the wine with me as I headed to the living room.

I unbuttoned my blouse a bit, tugging on the collar before rounding the corner.

DPOV

"Oh my gods!"

Blaise and I smiled a bit sheepishly, standing from her couch to face her.

"You two scared the shite out of me." she said, narrowing her eyes as she took a seat on her recliner, "What are you doing here?"

"We never finished our conversation." said Blaise, "And it seems like there are a few things we need to clarify."

"Alright." she said slowly, taking a sip of her wine as she watched the two of us.

"We've spent the past four years talking about wanting you in our relationship, so we understand why this might be hard for you to believe." he said, glancing at me before looking back to her.

"If you're worried that you won't blend into what we already have...we think you're wrong." I said softly, praying to Salazar that she would understand.

"How could you possibly know that?" she asked, staring into her glass.

"Four years is a long time to figure something out, Granger." I said, smiling when the corner of her mouth quirked up a bit.

She seemed to be debating something, her lip trapped between her teeth. Blaise nudged me, motioning me to stand, before we both crossed the small space to kneel in front of either side of her.

He tilted her face so she was looking at him and said, "You've been trusting us this long, Mi. Don't stop now."

She smiled, her cheeks slightly pink as she pulled away, leaning back against the chair - probably in an attempt to put some space between us. It was obvious that even though it seemed she was a rather open minded witch, the thought of being with both of us clearly made her a bit nervous.

"Okay," she said softly, looking between the two of us, "I trust you."

The way she was leaning against the back of the recliner drew my attention to the undone buttons of her blouse, the top of a white lace bra peaking out.

It seemed she really enjoyed lace.

Noted.

I stood up, leaning forward so I was bracing my hands on the armrests either side of her, my face just within her personal space.

"You're wearing a lovely bra, Granger." I murmured, smirking when her cheeks flushed a delicious pink.

I noticed Blaise trail his hand down one open side of her blouse, lightly pushing the material a bit further away, revealing a sliver more of the delicate lingerie.

"She did say she had excellent taste, if you recall." he said, smiling at both of us.

"I - uh - thank you." she stuttered, her blush now covering the tops of her pert breasts.

"Can I kiss you, love?" I asked, leaning further down.

She nodded, "Yes, please."

I leaned forward, lightly brushing my lips against hers, but she reached up and grabbed my tie, tugging me more firmly against her.

"Bloody hell," muttered Blaise, "I knew it'd be like this."

I tangled my hands in her hair, my tongue moving against hers, exploring. Her free hand had slid into my hair, lightly tugging while our mouths moved against each other.

Fuck this was perfect. She was perfect.

I groaned against her lips, sucking her bottom lip into my mouth as I pulled away. Blaise was there too, and even though we'd talked about this moment for years, I wasn't sure how he'd actually react to seeing me kiss someone else, but the smolder in his dark eyes quickly dashed those worries.

He looked turned on.

BPOV

Hermione's eyes were dark as she looked between Draco and I, her lip between her teeth as she thought something over.

"Come here, Blaise."

Draco and I switched spots, and I immediately tangled one hand into her hair, tugging her forward into a slow kiss. Draco was usually one for rough, fast, utterly swoon worthy kisses, but I was often the opposite.

I moved my mouth against hers slowly, experimentally. I waited for her tongue to beg for entrance, and when she did the hand in her hair tightened.

She tasted like strawberries and wine and Hermione and the moment was everything it should've been.

She pulled away slowly, leaning her forehead against mine for a moment before leaning back in her chair and taking a sip from her wine glass on the side table.

"We should've started doing that much earlier." she said, a small smirk on her face.

Draco and I laughed, nodding in agreement, but before either of us could say anything an alarm started going off in the kitchen.

"Oh!" she said, standing quickly, "I made pasta for dinner."

We watched as she disappeared around the corner before turning to look at each other.

"Bloody hell, please tell me that was as amazing for you as it was for me." he said, brushing a stray curl from my forehead.

I couldn't help but laugh, readjusting myself as I said, "I assure you, it was."

Draco smirked, moving to sit back down on the couch, "She's so fucking sexy." he groaned, "How the fuck am I supposed to wait until bloody Saturday?"

"Patience is a virtue, dear." I said, sitting down next to him.

"We've been waiting for years; I think I've been more than patient."

"Right, so what's a few more days?" I countered, nudging him with my knee.

He caved, a small smile overtaking his features, but as he opened his mouth to respond he stopped, his smile widening slightly at something behind me.

I turned to see Hermione levitating one bowl of spaghetti and two glasses of wine while carrying the other two bowls herself, "I assumed you two haven't eaten..."

"We're starving." said Draco, smirking at the petite witch as she bent over to set the two bowls in front of us on the coffee table, her own bowl having settled opposite us.

She grabbed a large, fluffy pillow and tossed it onto the ground, sitting down across from us and lifting up her wine glass. Draco and I quickly did the same.

"To trying new things." she said, a sheepish smile on her face.

"I'll cheers to that." I said, clinking my glass with the two of them.

"Here, here." said Draco with a chuckle.

We all dug in, doing more eating than talking - but that was normal, Hermione often had to tell us to shut up when we were eating together.

"I'm trying to eat guys. If you keep talking to me I'll never get a bite in."

I bit back a laugh at the memory, instead taking another bite.

HPOV

If being in a relationship with Blaise and Malfoy was going to be like that - overwhelmingly amazing - then I had even less reservations about giving this a real shot. The sexual tension seemed stifling, and I wondered if they were thinking about it too.

It'd been incredibly erotic knowing that they had watched the other kiss me - and Merlin had they kissed me.

Malfoy had been more dominating, his mouth moving as though he knew exactly what I wanted - and he did. Blaise was different, slower, softer, more cautious. He'd explored with light touches that made butterflies erupt in my stomach for entirely different reasons.

They were both so deliciously addicting. I couldn't stop myself from imagining what it would be like to have their lips on me at the same time, kissing, nipping, carr -"

"Do you have an evening gown, cara?" asked Blaise, the Italian pet name rolling off his tongue in a way that made my stomach clench.

"Evening gown? Where do you think I go?" I asked with a snort, accioing the wine bottle from the kitchen to refill our glasses. "Don't tell me I need to buy one for this date."

Both of them chuckled, but Blaise was the one to answer, "No, of course not."

There was something about the way he said it that made me raise an eyebrow, "Why do I feel like you're lying? If you two even think about buying me -"

"Wine and dine, remember, Granger?" asked Malfoy, "And to trying new things, right?"

I rolled my eyes but chose not to fight them on it, "Fine, this one time."

Both men snorted, muttering what sounded a hell of a lot like 'yeah right' before taking a drink.

"Where are we going?" I asked, finishing off the last of my pasta.

"We're not telling." said Blaise, sharing a look with Malfoy.

"Oh come on." I groaned, "You know I hate surprises."

"Well you'll love this one." said Malfoy, clinking glasses with a smiling Blaise.

"You two are ridiculous." I said, but couldn't keep the smile completely off my face.

I took another sip of wine, flicking my wand to light the fireplace behind me. It was only the beginning of fall, but it was rather cold already.

When I looked back to them, Blaise was pressing a kiss to Malfoy's hair, and I couldn't help but feel like I was intruding. The idea of this was still so new that I couldn't stop the gut reaction of twisting away from the table to face the fireplace, stretching my legs out in front of me to give them privacy. I knew it was ridiculous the second I'd done it, but I was too embarrassed to turn back around, so I simply closed my eyes, the warmth of the fireplace soothing.

"We like it when you watch, Granger."

I jumped, surprised to hear Malfoy directly by my ear. He had sat to the left of me on the large shag pillow, Blaise on the right. Both men were looking at me, and it felt a bit like being under a microscope.

"Oh?" I managed to squeak out, turning my attention to the fireplace. This was all so new and different I wasn't sure how to act around them in this way.

Malfoy chuckled, tucking a curl behind my ear, his fingertips trailing down my neck as he said, "Blaise gets a kick out of being watched."

"And watching." added Blaise, his hand over mine in my lap.

"And here I thought Malfoy was the kinky one." I said with a chuckle though I felt my cheeks burning.

"He has his own kinks." said Blaise with a wink.

At that I really did laugh, looking to Malfoy for an explanation.

He smirked, but I noticed his cheeks were slightly pink as he said, "Everyone has kinks, Granger."

I suppose that was true. My kink seemed to be them.

Instead of responding I raised my glass to my lips, finishing the last of my wine with a slight smirk on my face.

"So you're really not going to tell me where we're going?" I asked, looking first to Malfoy, then Blaise.

"Not a chance." chuckled Blaise.

"Ugh, fine."

R&R