Blaise's focus was …off. He Apparated them both there in one piece, but at the cost of a rather expensive vase his mother had purchased in Greece. In a tangle of limbs and hot breaths, it crashed to the ground, shattering into a million pieces. It went unnoticed by the two frenzied lovers, currently attempting to merge into one person.

Blaise didn't think he'd ever been more turned on in his entire life and Hermione mentally confirmed the written theory that sex and violence were housed in the same part of the brain. After seeing Blaise so virile and angry, and the fact that he was defending her honor in a strange warped and alternate universe kind of way, she felt desire burn through her veins at the speed of light.

He was trying desperately to walk up the stairs carrying her and with her sucking on his tongue. It would have been fine if she hadn't been squeezing her legs around his waist and circling her hips, practically humping him. Truth be told, he was walking and humping as well.

Stumbling up the steps, they finally made it to his bedroom, where he kicked the door shut and slammed her up against the nearest flat surface.

Holding her against the wall, he quickly fumbled through his trouser buttons and pulled his member out.

Blaise seemed to have a momentary lapse in judgment, because when she whined at him for not filling her, he opted to tease. Rubbing the weeping head of his cock over her wet slit, he whispered, "Say you're mine."

Hermione was panting, trying to pull him closer with her legs, and thinking all at the same time, but she was a master multi-tasker and grinned up at him. "You're mine," she said, complying with his demand.

He pushed inside of her, stopping after just the head of his large cock slipped in. Her body bowed, he whispered again, "Tell me, Hermione." It was an order, a plea, an absolute. He was pumping shallowly never going farther.

Their eyes were at war; a battle of wills. It's not that she didn't want to say it or that it wasn't true; it was that she rarely conceded anything and that was what he wanted: her concession.

He could see the emotions on her face: the want, the strain, the conflict.

Blaise slid his hand from holding her thigh to her puckered hole. She gasped and stiffened.

Wiggling his finger inside using the wetness from her sex, he synchronized pumping with his finger and his cock, which was still only buried head deep.

She'd never felt so much pleasure in her life and wanted more.

"Okay. I'm yours, Blaisie. Now, please," she begged.

Her back arched as he slammed into her sodden core. He grunted in pleasure when her tight velvet walls surrounded him.

Pulling out and pushing back in again, he said, "I'm yours too, baby girl."

Their bodies moved closer and their lips, tongue, and teeth became one. She was moving her hips and pulling his hair and he was thrusting and stroking and dominating.

Her cunt pulsed and she broke free of their kiss. "Oh…"

He pushed in one more time, her head dropped back with a thump and her body tensed. He couldn't move through her release as her body milked his. With heavy breathing and heaving chests, he walked them back to the bed on wobbly legs.

Hermione cast a Scourgify over them and laid her head to rest on the crook of his shoulder and neck. They were holding tightly to each other, as if they were afraid of what tomorrow might bring. "You feel it too," she stated.

He nodded and kissed the top of her head.

"No more secrets, Blaisie," she whispered, moving her head so she could stare into his pretty indigo eyes; so brilliant a blue that they made her want to lose herself in them forever.

"No more secrets, my love."

They spent another day together, in the solitude of his home until a large snow white owl that screamed of Malfoy possession came tapping at the window and hooting with impatience.

Blaise chuckled and let the bird in, offering it a treat. It stuck its leg out and Hermione untied the small rolled parchment while dodging its snapping beak.

"Stupid bird!" she hissed when it caught her finger tip. She sucked on the bruised tip and scowled at the preening owl, who clearly was not fazed in the least by its bad manners.

The attentions of the bird and of Hermione were diverted momentarily when Blaise deep laugh interrupted the glaring. "What's so funny?" she asked.

Blaise handed her the note and shoo'd the bird out the window.

I'm coming over. Get dressed.

DM

Hermione's eye brows rose to her hairline and her brain started whirring with thoughts of her best friend seeing her like this. It took her all of three seconds to hop into action. She was about to jump in the shower, but was held steady by Blaise's strong arm. "Tesoro," he murmured. She slumped.

"What's wrong with him coming?" he asked and then kissed her head. "I'll tell him I'll see him later."

"No," she said quickly. Turning in his embrace, she looked up at him. "It's just, I – I don't want him thinking me …ummm." She didn't know the right word, but Blaise read her face and supplied the word. "Weak?"

She shrugged. He leaned in slightly. "You're afraid he's going to know, just by seeing you, what you …feel for me?" Blaise hedged, hoping that his phrasing wouldn't be rejected.

She bit her bottom lip and peered up at him through thick dark lashes. It was such a coquettish thing to do and very out of character for Hermione that he chuckled and bent to kiss her.

Just as his lips were about to touch hers, she reared back. He opened his eyes in confusion. "Were you making fun of me?"

Her hands were on his shoulders. They weren't pushing him back… yet, but they were there, flat against his muscle. Blaise was shaking his head no, but his lips were twitched up in a cute smirk and he was still leaning down trying to catch her lips.

Hermione was slowly sinking down from her tiptoes to the flats of her feet. She was wearing a smile with one eye brow cocked. "I think you are, Blaisie. That's not very nice," she scolded. Her hand trailed from its position on his shoulder up his neck to tap the tip of his nose with her finger.

"Hermione, baby, I would never make fun of you. I'm hurt you would have such a low opinion of me."

Her body was bowed from his tight grasp around her waist and his large frame leaning forward. They were nose to nose now and she was giggling madly. "Now, kiss me and I'll pretend you didn't just assault my character with wild accusations." His chest rumbled with his deep voice. She loved that he teased with her. "Or you'll what?" she countered now holding onto his shoulders so she didn't fall backward.

She hooked her leg around his waist just in case he tried to let her go. He groaned and pressed his hips forward. Semi erect, he was still large.

He hmmm'd, his eyes never leaving hers. His long fingers crawled from her back to her sides and flexed, causing her to yelp in surprise. She stiffened and pointed her finger at him, so close if he'd been looking at it, he would've been cross-eyed. "No!" she told him with her best authoritative voice; one that wouldn't cause him to tickle her again.

He, of course, didn't listen to her. In a matter of seconds, he had her slung over his shoulder squeezing the backs of thighs and sides, tickling her and walking down the stairs one step at a time. He was tsking and chuckling and tickling her mercilessly.

Hermione was screaming and laughing and pounding on his back to let her down. Her feet were paddling back and forth so violently he lowered his arm to hold her by the knees so she wouldn't kick him; then started tickling her harder, which caused her to scream louder, which resulted in the house-elves to stop what they were doing to check the new Lady of the Villa.

This is how Draco found them. Blaise stopped half-way down the stairway, a smiled on his face, looking at Hermione's bum. The bum in question was connected to a small witch kicking, screaming, and laughing hysterically; her hair bouncing two feet from the floor.

The house-elves were scattered and watching carefully with their ears plastered to their heads and their eyes wide with worry.

Two of Blaises employees were standing in the entry nearer to the kitchens wearing stoic expressions and holding sandwiches in their hands.

Draco had the familiar sensation of being entranced. He suspected many things were causing this intense focus of attention on the usual aloof wizard and the former Auror. The primary being that laughter wasn't something that one heard in households such as this one, with occupants such as these.

He was hesitant to make his presence known, their laughter was contagious. He felt his lips start to twitch upwards at the corners. Draco's quiet observation was interrupted by one of the house-elves, Coco, he thought her name was.

She hopped up the stairs and trembled a bit before she called his name. "Master Bini? Master Malfoys is here's," she said.

Zabini's face snapped up and all jovial emotion was wiped from his face in an instant. Draco knew he wasn't angry, but Blaise was Slytherin through and through. He wasn't surprised Hermione had drawn the Italian wizard out of his impassive presentation; she had done the same with Draco, but for Blaise to carry their …play-time outside the bedroom made Draco mentally rear back with astonishment.

"Draco," Blaise greeted.

Hermione had stopped everything and now peeked around Blaises hip, as much as she could, with wide eyes.

Draco could hear her hissing at Blaise, but didn't catch exactly what she'd said. In the next moment, Blaise set her gently down on her feet.

She smoothed her denim shorts fraying at the ends, smoothed her hair, took a deep breath and looked at the blonde.

Draco thought she was just flushed from hanging upside down, but her cheeks were still burning and he smirked when he realized she was blushing.

She swallowed, fearful that he was here in a professional capacity, but when he smiled at her, she knew; he was just here as Draco.

She skipped down the steps and straight into his arms, relieved that he knew and didn't hate her. He hugged tightly and closed his eyes.

This little witch had saved him and he would love her for eternity. "You love him." It was a whispered statement for her ears only.

She nodded and half sobbed into his shoulder. "It's okay, sweet witch."

Blaise had watched just about enough of Draco holding his witch. "Hermione," he said with his deep, confident voice.

Draco opened his eyes and watched as his best friend kissed him on his cheek and walked backward to stand at Blaises side. Her eyes were telling Draco that she loved him and nothing would change that, but that she had chosen a side.

Blaise looped an arm around her waist and motioned to the drawing room. The three sat down in the masculine room. Draco took a seat in a large leather seat near the window and Hermione and Blaise sat on the small sofa across from Draco. Coco came in a moment later and poured them all a tumbler of Firewhisky.

Blaise had not stopped touching Hermione and Draco felt a warmth spread through him for her. She deserved this and so did Blaise.

They were waiting for him to speak. Draco took a sip and crossed his legs, leaning back in the comfortable chair. "Moody's starting to wonder… verbally."

Hermione nodded and smirked. "I have a plan," she said.

"Of course you do," Draco replied, rolling his eyes.

Draco's gray eyes shifted to Blaises Indigo and what he found there eased his worries. Confidence.

Hermione looked at Draco with a smile and back at Blaise with complete adoration. Draco rolled his eyes again and started gagging, making them all laugh.