Three is Enough | By : christineyoung Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 27440 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 5 |
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Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter and I make no money from this story.
A/N: This story is the result of a personal prompt challenge. Each chapter was written as a drabble, so they will be short. This story is complete and I hope to post one chapter a day.
Draco was staring across the Great Hall, his eyes on his onetime nemesis. He could hardly fathom how good she looked. Was her hair always that shiny and lustrous? Did her skin always glow with that sun kissed sheen? Was her body always so feminine and soft? And the mother of all questions, if all of that could be answered in the affirmative, why in the name of Merlin hadn't he noticed over the years?
He hardly even looked up as his friend Blaise joined him at the table. He only grunted in reply at his polite greeting.
Blaise followed his line of sight to the girl over at the Gryffindor table.
"Ahhh, I see. Engaged in your new favorite hobby, I see. She is looking particularly edible this morning. How goes the Granger watching today?" he asked politely as he helped himself to some bacon and eggs.
"Same as everyday, Blaise. I swear, she's hell bent on torturing me," he murmured quietly as he reached beneath the table to adjust his ever tightening pants.
Blaise watched with interest as Gryffindor's Golden Girl licked her spoon clean slowly.
"You reckon she's doing that on purpose?" he asked as she smiled happily and dropped her spoon in her bowl before taking a sip up her juice. She licked her lips, the small pink point of her tongue just visible before she turned to smile at the Savior of the Wizarding World. She smiled broadly and laughed as he threw an arm around her small shoulders.
"I'd like to give him a black eye," Draco muttered angrily as he speared his eggs with his fork.
"Well," Blaise said thoughtfully as he watched the duos exchange. "He hasn't called her Mudblood for the last seven years."
"I haven't called her that since the fourth year, Blaise," Draco defended. He sulkily returned his eyes to his newest obsession. "When did she become so pretty?"
"She's always been rather easy on the eyes, mate. Especially since the third year. You've just been preoccupied with living up to the Malfoy name."
"Fat lot of good that did me," Draco sneered. " Father really mucked everything up with the whole You-Know-Who business. Our name is as good as mud these days."
Blaise turned his thoughtful eyes back toward the petite girl across the hall. "You know, Draco, if you align yourself with the proper people, you could bring your family's name back to glory."
Draco looked at his friend incredulously. "You don't mean Granger, do you?"
Blaise scoffed. "No, I mean Harry bloody Potter. Of course I mean Granger, you dolt!"
"But she hates me," Draco moaned as his head plunked heavily on the table.
"Hate is a strong word, mate. She speaks to you cordially enough. You just need to sow the seed, plant the idea, so to speak."
"This isn't herbology," Draco muttered from the tablecloth.
"You're so thick sometimes," Blaise muttered. "Leave the loo unlocked while you're showering. Walk through the commons in your boxers or in a towel. Show her what she's missing out on. It'll make her more receptive to your advances."
"You know I wear briefs, Blaise."
"Argh," Blaise groaned. "You're impossible. You like her, right?"
Draco lifted his blond head and raised his eyebrow dubiously. "You're kidding, right? I want to wrap her in shrink wrap and shag her senseless in a room full of mirrors."
"Just a simple yes or no would have sufficed. So, you like her. Go and get her. Since when have you been such a pansy?"
"I'm no Gryffindor, Blaise, but I'm definitely not a pansy," Draco growled under his breath.
"Well, if you're serious, mate. I can always help you," Blaise offered.
"How?"
"Two is always better than one, mate. There'll be no way she can resist the both of us," Blaise murmured confidently as he watched the girl in question rise to her feet and exit the hall.
"Two? As in trois d'entre nous?" Draco asked.
"That's exactly what I mean, my friend. I mean, no lion could ever be a match for two snakes such as ourselves," he boasted.
"You know, my friend, that is a marvelous idea." His eyes returned to the spot occupied moments ago by the object of his fancy. "She won't even know what hit her. Let the games begin."
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