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Consequences Of An Engagement Party...	By : BirdofFire Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 7693 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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Sorry about the delay, guys. I just wanted to give more people the chance to learn about the sequel and read it before I posted the final part.

And, yes: this is the final part. LOL

Anyway, on with Part II!

Part II

One minute later…



Holding her bag even tighter, Hermione ran down the spiral staircase and straight into the last two people she wanted to see.

   “What is going on, Hermione?” Draco was clearly irritated, dark blond brows drawn over eyes as foreboding as storm clouds. His dark-haired companion stood beside him, arms folded over a broad chest, watching Hermione’s every move.

Breathless from her rapid descent down the stairs, the brunette clutched her bag to her side. Draco rarely called her by her first name; he only ever really used it when they were in bed or on the rare occasions that he was worried about something.

   “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” She feigned ignorance, carefully avoiding either man’s gaze. Both Blaise and Draco has shown a propensity for knowing her inner most thoughts; especially when she least wanted them to and, with the latter’s added skill at legilimency, she wasn’t taking any chances.

   “You’re lying,” Draco’s eyes were narrowed, now. Hermione remained silent, chancing a glance at him, something she immediately regretted.

   “What is this about, Hermione?” The former Gryffindor’s heart stuttered, anxious, as Blaise gently broke his silence. The blond was gazing at her steadfastly, face unreadable. Only the ticking of the grandfather clock against the far wall disturbed the tense silence.

What was she going to say? She hadn’t planned for this; had intended to clear the hell out without informing either one of her plans. But it was clear that neither man was going to allow her to just walk out without giving them an answer. And she’d never exactly been the best liar; definitely not good enough to fool doyens like Draco and Blaise.

   “I think it’s best if we all take a little… break.” So she went with the truth. Neither man moved. Blue and slate orbs bore into the petite woman standing at the foot of the stairs. Outside on the street, a car alarm went off. Hermione’s heart remained stubbornly stuck in her throat, the sound of her blood rushing all that she could hear.

Finally, Draco’s lips moved.

   “And why is that?” His voice was quiet, dangerous, and a shudder shivered its way down Hermione’s spine. His eyes were like stone; flat and cold. Blaise shifted, a little puzzled. For someone who typically wore their heart on their sleeve, Hermione’s careful lack of expression was a definite sign that she meant what she was saying.

Swallowing hard, heart now beating an uncomfortable rhythm against her vocal cords, Hermione’s nails dug hard into her sweaty palms.

   “I just think it’s the best thing for me - at this point in time, anyway,” Hermione rushed on, eyes fixed on the small space between the two men’s heads. “I have so much coming up at work and I can’t really afford to be… distracted…” She trailed off as Blaise clenched his fists and Draco visibly became livid.

“So, that’s all we were to you – a distraction?” Draco’s eyes flashed angrily, darkening to a stormy grey. Hermione instinctively took a step back at the expression that had sent grown men running in the opposite direction, tails between their knocking knees.

   “I didn’t say that-”

   “But that’s what you meant,” Blaise’s skin had paled, two white spots high on his cheeks. Finally shifting from his standstill, he stalked closer to the shell-shocked brunette. “After everything we have done, after… that’s all we mean to you?” His voice broke, indigo eyes dimming with hurt and disappointment. Hermione’s heart finally dropped. She had never thought for one moment that they would take it like this. They were the two most eminent bachelors in the wizarding world. They could easily replace her with someone else; someone whose feelings they could actually return.

Stark despair almost buckled her, then, and her hand flung out to clutch, white-knuckled, at the banister.

   “Hermione?”

What would she do then? When she had to see them splashed across the front pages of every newspaper and magazine with their new paramour, knowing that they were loving her the way they could never love Hermione?

   “Hermione?” A large hand touched hers almost tentatively and Hermione snatched hers away, reflexively. Bruised eyes, large in her small face, flew up to meet the Italian’s worried gaze. “What’s wrong, tesoro?” Blaise continued, watching her, carefully, as if she were a wild animal easily startled. Draco stood a little further back, eyes now glaring at the ceiling as if calling for patience, mouth thinned with anger.

   “Nothing,” she snapped, eyes darting to the door. “I have to go.” Pushing past a startled Blaise and still silent Draco, she hurried towards the exit. She couldn’t stay in that place any longer without breaking down and letting them see just how much they had gotten to her.

Then, just as she was at the door, something horrendous occurred to her, bringing a cold, sinking feeling to the pit of her still churning stomach. What if this had been their plan all along? A more rational voice pointed out the implausibility of that, but she ignored it; desolation and disappointment sweeping over her in a tsunami. What if they had planned this out months ago; the Vegas trip just being the starter in a cold meal of humiliation and long-awaited revenge?

Angry, hurt and bewildered, Hermione swung back round to face the two men, finding them closer than they had been a few seconds before. Blaise started a little, eyes widening in surprise at her sudden turnabout, while Draco stood, watchful. Silent.

   “You planned this whole thing, didn’t you?” Hermione sounded choked, her eyes swollen with misery. When the two men stared back at her in clear confusion, she continued, “It was all just some plan to humiliate me, wasn’t it?”

   “Hermione, just what are you talking about?” Draco rubbed his forehead with long, pale fingers, closing his eyes, momentarily. But the brunette wasn’t having it.

   “Don’t even try it, Draco,” she sneered, eyes narrowed. “You know exactly what I’m talking about. What were you going to do: fuck me, date me and dump me? Did you honestly think I wouldn’t find out?”

   “You’re being irrational, Granger,” Draco’s tone was now ice-cold, his eyes glittering like diamonds. Blaise’s gaze was carefully trained on Hermione, who clenched her fists around the handle of her bag.

   “Ha!” The two former Slytherins froze at Hermione’s hateful laugh.

   “Calm down,” Draco tried again.

   “Fuck you, Draco,” Hermione spat, cold sparks flying from her habitually-warm eyes. Blaise visibly flinched as his blond companion continued staring at the former Gryffindor, a pulse starting at the side of his head. “I can’t believe I let you two play me for a fool. I can’t believe you…” she broke off, eyes now glittering with barely withheld tears. “I can’t believe you would do this to me.”

   “Hermione-“ Blaise tried to interrupt her, stepping forward with arms outstretched as if to pacify her, but Hermione was past that point. Heart shattering, body curled into itself as if for protection, she stumbled on.

   “Why would you do this to me?” a lone tear traced its way down her pale cheek. “What did I ever do to deserve this? Do you really hate me that much?” Visibly distressed at her abject dejection, Blaise and Draco rushed towards her, the former’s face drained of colour, only to be held at arm’s length.

   “Sweetheart, no,” Draco’s eyes were quicksilver with fervent emotion, his tone gentled now, seeking to reassure her. “No.” He was more insistent at Hermione’s clear disbelief. Tears were now streaming down her cheeks faster than she could wipe them away, so she gave up. Sobs continued to rack her body as the two men gazed at her in despair.

   “But even that wasn’t enough for you,” Hermione’s words were distorted, her sobs clearly affecting the two men who once again tried to reach for her, only to be rebuffed. “You just had to be so nice, so sweet, so fucking perfect, that I had no choice but to go along with it. All the flowers and the poetry; the lunches and breakfast-in-bed; the way you’d touch me and I’d just-”

   “Amore mio, please –”

   “Because how could I resist?” She shrugged, helplessly, eyes bright with misery and still-falling tears. “You were both so… and I had no choice but to-“

   “Hermione-”

   “It wasn’t fair. Of course I fell in love with you; what choice did I have?” She rushed on, paying no heed to what she was saying, just releasing all the anguish and pain broiling inside her. Hermione finally stopped her unrelenting torrent of pain to an odd silence. Sniffing, tears finally falling more slowly, she didn’t even realise what she’d actually said until she glanced up to see two shocked faces. Blaise stood before her, indigo eyes wide and lips slightly parted in disbelief, while eerie stillness was Draco’s only outward sign.

Oh, fuck.

Fuckity fuck fuck, fuck.

Nauseous, stomach churning, Hermione swung back around and fumbled with the door. But before her panicked, sweaty hands could unlock the door, two arms seized her waist, pulling her back against a solid chest.

   “Let me go this instant, Zabini,” she stuttered, immediately recognising his sandalwood scent.

   “I don’t think so, tesoro,” Blaise’s words were threaded with laughter, his chest vibrating against her back. Draco came up on Hermione’s other side. Sick with mortification and still facing the white door, Hermione refused to look at him. How could she have just blurted that out? She had no doubt that they were laughing at her; why wouldn’t they be? The stupid little Gryffindor had just added the coup-de-grace to their little campaign for them.

   “I won’t stand for this, you two,” Hermione went on, doing her best to sound stern despite

   “Hermione, love, you’re not going anywhere, so you might as well just get used to it,” Hermione noticed that Draco was doing a better job at sounding stern. Though that was probably down to the fact that he wasn’t the one who had just humiliated himself, she thought, resentfully.

Four hands turned her round to face the two men. Blaise’s face was lit up, a wide grin on his face, while Draco’s eyes had brightened with an emotion strangely akin to joy. Chocolate eyes stared back at them, warily. What could they be up to now? What further misery and humiliation were they about to heap upon her?

   “Oh, Hermione,” Blaise’s smile softened as he brought up a hand to gently wipe away the few remaining tears from her cheeks. Eyes involuntarily closing at the caring touch, Hermione gave up the fight.

   “What?”

   “You’re so silly,” Blaise’s eyes glowed. Flinching, Hermione drew back from his warm embrace. But the arms around her tightened even further; not allowing her attempted withdrawal.

   “Do you have any idea how long we’ve been waiting for you to say that?” Draco picked up, stroking her hair back from her tearstained face. Heart giving a hard thud, Hermione’s wide eyes flew to his.

    “Huh?” Hermione was aware of just how senseless she sounded but confusion was all she was able to express. For the sake of self-preservation, she refused to allow herself to even think that he might be saying what she could only hope.

   “Six months and nothing!” Blaise’s indigo eyes roved over her face as if to memorise her delicate features. “Not a single sign that this meant anything more to you than a good time.”

   “We tried everything,” Draco glanced over at Blaise, head shaking in apparent disbelief. “Everything. We were doing our best to make you realise that this should be more than just a temporary fling; more than something to get us out of your system.”

   “So the dinners, the dates, insisting that I sleep over-“

   “All to convince you to let us stay on,” Blaise nodded, eagerly interrupting Hermione. “We thought that, if we showed you how we felt, you’d be able to tell. But you wouldn’t even stick around after having sex with us at first, remember?” At Hermione’s nod, he continued, “We practically had to blackmail you into it!”

   Relief seeping into her at more familiar ground, Hermione seized on the opportunity to berate the two men for their past actions.

   “I still can’t believe you did that to me in the middle of the restaurant.” Hermione’s eyes narrowed at the memory of the two men’s wandering hands over the main course (which only worsened when their waitress had shown up to take their dessert order. It went without saying that she had quickly given in to their demands).

   “You didn’t give us any other choice, love,” Draco chuckled, briefly, hands cupping her cheeks. “How else were we going to get you to take things to the next level? Those two dunderheads weren’t even allowed to find out about us until a couple of months ago.”

   “Because I wasn’t sure how they’d take it!” Hermione was defensive.

   “Because you were scared, tesoro,” Blaise gently corrected. Both he and Draco were looking at her with understanding, so Hermione found the strength to admit:

   “Okay, maybe a little,” she murmured. “But that’s only because I thought you just wanted something fun and light. Neither of you are exactly known for having serious relationships,” she snorted.

   “That’s because we wanted you, Hermione,” Draco explained, lips quirking up in self-mocking. “We’ve always wanted you. Didn’t you hear us at the dinner party?”

   “I did,” she rushed to say, eyes wide. She wanted to get everything she’d been feeling over the last few months out in the open; keeping it all in had done absolutely nothing to help her. “But hearing it and believing it are two very different things.”

   “Didn’t we show you how we felt?” Blaise asked, gently, as Draco’s arms came down to stroke her shoulders. “We thought we were being pretty clear.”

   “Hardly!” She laughed for the first time in hours. “You two are the hardest people to read. I knew that you wanted me, but I… I wanted more.” At her heartfelt admission, Draco and Blaise glanced at one other. Taken aback at their lack of reaction to her words, Hermione watched as the two engage in a short silent conversation.

   “This is all Blaise’s fault,” Draco revealed, snarkily, turning back to her.

   “Hey!” Blaise frowned at the blond.

   “I wanted to come straight out and lay all the cards on the table. He’s the one that said we should go softly,” Draco scoffed, rolling his expressive slate eyes. “Salazar is probably turning in his grave as we speak.”

   “But that’s only because I knew who we were dealing with,” Blaise shot a warning glare at him. “Hermione, some days it barely seemed like we had you at all. You meant too much to risk scaring you off.” Hermione glanced between the two men. She was trying to process what they were telling her, fitting the facts into her view of the last six months, but she needed all the information to form a clear picture.

She wasn’t going to make another mistake.

   “So, that’s why you didn’t ask me to move in,” she muttered, more to herself than to them. But, as usual, their seemingly preternatural hearing came through.

   “Exactly,” Blaise answered, placing a small kiss on the tip of her nose.

   “Wait,” Draco paused, grey eyes flickering back to the petite brunette. “You want to move in with us?” Hermione’s heart rose at the cautious hope in his voice.

   “Well, maybe,” She admitted, reluctantly, but Blaise beamed in response, Draco’s lips tilting upwards, bringing forth a small smile. “But you haven’t actually told me how you feel about me, yet.” She continued, nervously, eyes darting between Draco and Blaise. Draco frowned, as if surprised, while Blaise’s white teeth widened in an enchanting grin.

   “Haven’t you guessed by now, tesoro?” His eyes glowed, shimmering like sapphires. “We love you. We adore you.” Breath catching in her throat at his fervent, heartfelt words, Hermione beamed, helplessly. The three stood there, grinning stupidly at one another as the shattered pieces of Hermione’s heart reformed without a single visible crack and swelled beneath her ribcage.

   “Now, will you move in with us?” At Draco’s slightly sarcastic question, Hermione giggled, delirious with happiness.

   “Yes, Draco,” She feigned long-suffering. “I’ll move in with-” Her last words were muffled by the blond’s mouth, which swooped onto hers in a swift heated kiss. When he drew back, she was barely given time to breathe before the Italian descended for a series of searing kisses; his teeth nipping at her bruised lips. Reeling from the customary desire that burned through her system, Hermione reluctantly drew back, eyelids fluttering.

   “Wait,” she was breathless. “We have to-”

Another burning kiss.

   “We have to work this out-” She pulled back, struggling to think. Their presence was overwhelming, her senses bombarded by their incited passion.

   “Quiet, Granger,” a honeyed voice drawled in her ear, warm breath sending shivers down her spine.

   “But-” Hermione stuttered as Blaise’s tongue seared its way along her collarbone. Draco nipped, playfully, at her earlobe. If they would just let her finish…

   “But nothing,” Draco whispered, voice an octave lower than usual. Panting, Hermione moaned, helplessly, as a warm hand parted the side-slit of her gown and crept up her thigh, goose bumps following in its wake.

   “I… please,” Hermione groaned, arching as Draco dusted moist, heated kisses down her trembling spine.

   “No, Granger,” Draco’s voice was stern but rough with desire. “Not until you tell us that you’re never going to try to leave us again.” Mind spinning, Hermione fell back against him, gasps tearing from her throat.

   “I promise I won’t…” another gasp. A hand brushed against the hardened nipples poking out through the silk of her dress. “I won’t… God.”

   “Who do you belong to, amore mio?” Blaise’s accent had grown thicker, his thumbs flicking at her swollen silk-covered nipples. Shuddering, Hermione struggled to hear what he was saying. How had she ever thought that she could live without this?

   “Who?” Draco was harsh in his intensity, nipping at the sensitive small of her back. Almost slithering to the floor, Hermione had to be held up by both men, who were breathless with desire.

   “You,” Hermione sobbed as Draco brushed his fingers against her heated core, protected from their roughness only by the tiny knickers she wore. “I’m yours.” Hermione was too delirious to see the fervent glow in the two men’s eyes, so swept away by the consuming love she had finally allowed herself to fully feel.

The love she finally knew was equally returned.

   “You’re ours?” Draco persisted, rubbing at that particular spot on her swollen, aching clit through the cloth. Hermione was trembling, fists clenched so tight her knuckles had whitened. He was really going to make her say it again?

This was Draco Malfoy; of course he was.

   “I’m yours. I promise, I promise, I’m yours…”

Satisfied, Draco snuck his long, pale fingers into her knickers, dancing his fingers over her pulsing nub. Blaise’s heated mouth suckled at her swollen nipples through the silk, fingers pulling and playing with its equally agonised counterpart.

Through her desirous haze, a gleeful, delirious smile came to Hermione’s open mouth, her heart swelling once more.

Yes, she was theirs. But they were also, finally, hers.

FIN.

Well, that's it guys! I think this pretty much concludes this tale. I don't think I'll ever return to this particular tale. Now, that isn't to say that you should expect anything at all, but I'm not ruling it out completely.

Anyway, I have a multi-chapter fic coming out some time next week (as in, before next Sunday). It is the HG/DM/AP I discussed before and I'm looking forward to starting something longer. You should expect chapters on a weekly basis - maybe more, if I feel so inclined.

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