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A/N--This chapter has been revised just because I wanted to. I just couldn�t write a new chapter without fixing this one first. I think it flows better this way.

Chapter Three: Plan

Blaise found Draco in the Slytherin library the next day. They had spent an energetic night with the faux Hermione. Blaise had almost slept through his first class, actually. He hadn�t slept so well in ages. Last night had given him more than a good night�s rest however. Now that lust no longer clouded his mind, Blaise�s notorious mind power had kicked into action.
Perhaps he had panicked too early. A million doubts had assailed him since he had developed a romantic interest in Hermione. She was a Gryffindor, and they Slytherin. Their fundamental ideals were completely different. So were their lives, approaches, and philosophy.
He had rejected the possibility of a relationship almost immediately. Not only did house differences create a chasm, but there had also been his relationship with Draco to consider. Draco and Hermione had been enemies from the very beginning, despite Draco�s developing feelings.
Blaise had been torn. He didn�t want to break it off with Draco. It was only recently that his need and want had forced him to face his fear and accept that Blaise simply could not fathom life without Hermione anymore. Still, he had never intended to act on it. He had only been goading Draco during that volatile episode when Draco had caught him staring.
But now Draco had changed everything.
So Blaise was forced to consider the fact that subterfuge might not be entirely necessary. Why not try for Hermione the normal way? Why not befriend her, court her, and then convince her to join them as a pair?
For the first time Blaise could not objectively analyze a situation. He was too close to it. He had to talk to Draco. He was close too, but two heads were better than one they say. Which lead him to their little library.
Draco stood at the bookcase, book in hand and intently studying. Blaise drew to a stop next to him. The books in the Slytherin library were created especially by and for their own house through the centuries. They were filled with spells that ranged from off color to dark magic, and were guarded with zeal. He looked up. �Blaise, I was just going to call you. I found the perfect solution to our dilemma.�
�Draco,� Blaise said quietly. �I may have changed my mind.�
Blonde brows furrowed in confusion. �What do you mean, you�ve changed your mind? You haven�t even heard it yet.�
Blaise sat on one of the desks and faced Draco. They were alone. Slytherin students had learned long ago to stay out of whatever room the two chose to enter together with the Great Hall as the only exception. Every single one of Slytherin house, first year to last year, feared the wrath of the duo. Blaise was as much a prince of their house as Draco. What made him perhaps more dangerous was that few outside of Slytherin knew that.
�I am becoming convinced that I have been overanalyzing the situation,� Blaise said calmly. �It�s true that Hermione bears a grudge against Slytherins. However, the Gryffindor character she prides may force her to weigh my merit as an individual, not by my house.� He shrugged. �Perhaps she will accept my suit outright.�
Draco couldn�t seem to speak for a moment. �Let me see if I have this straight. You want to court Granger the conventional way?�
Blaise�s jaw clenched. �Why does it seem so incredible to you?� he demanded.
Draco waved the book in his hand. �Are you mad?� he burst out. �Did last night liquefy your brain? The traditional way will take weeks, months even. We don�t have time to wait for her to fall in love with us or it�ll be too late.� He stared hard into the violet eyes of the man he loved. �Do you think we�re the only ones who want her?�
He watched in satisfaction as the Italians eyes darkened with the import of Draco�s logic. He stepped closer with each word until he was right between Blaise�s spread thighs. �She would never consent to the both of us becoming her man, even if she wasn�t so dependent upon Potter and Weasley for approval. There is nothing conventional about what we want from her, so why would a conventional method be the answer?�
Blaise could not deny the truth in Draco�s words. Even if Hermione consented to begin a relationship of any kind with him, there was a great deal of groundwork to lay. He saw himself becoming more and more entrenched in her life, building trust. Blaise saw in his mind�s eye the careful planning of months before broaching the subject of making her his. Even then it would be some time yet before Blaise could reintroduce Draco into her life as a loving addition rather than an enemy or replacement.
So much time�.so many opportunities for someone else to take Hermione away. Someone like Potter or Weasley with whom Hermione already had a tried and true relationship, who didn�t have to start from scratch as he and Draco would.
Pain stabbed at his heart at the thought, but he forced it away quickly to focus on the matter at hand. �What do you suggest?� he asked quickly.
�We pick a fight with Potter and his sidekick and Polyjuice ourselves with their hair,� Draco stated. �Then we get into the Gryffindor common room and make her ours-�
�That�s your plan?!� Blaise asked incredulously. �If we take her as Potter and Weasley she�ll be giving herself to POTTER and WEASLEY.� He emphasized his enemies� names by poking Draco in the shoulder. Hard. �What part of I want her did you miss?� Blaise flared.
It was a show of Draco�s regard for him that he didn�t immediately try to snap his fingers from his hand. Silver eyes actually showed amusement as he playfully rubbed his injured shoulder. �You�re too anxious, Blaise,� he chastised. �You didn�t even let me finish what I was going to tell you.� He tapped the open book he held between them. �We are not going to make her ours with sex. We�re going to use Potter and Weasley to give her a love potion.�
Blaise�s jaw dropped. �Love potion?� He looked down. On the one page was a recipe for the Polyjuice potion, on the other was the recipe for the infamous love potion. Apparently they were not the only Slytherin students to find themselves in this particular predicament. �Love potions don�t actually create love, Draco,� he stated with a frown. �She�d snap out of it sooner or later and then hate us more than before.�
Draco sighed. �I know. But it would give us enough time to bind her to us irrevocably. THEN we�ll have eternity for her to love us back.�
�Love potions wear off eventually. They�re hardly binding.� Blaise crossed his arms.
�Love potions may not be, but the hand fasting is.� Draco didn�t blink when Blaise�s eyes snapped back to him. �We have to take what we want, Blaise. She would take the potion and be under its influence long enough to consent to the hand fasting, and then she�d be ours for the rest of her life. She wouldn�t be able to break the vow once she made it.�
Blaise searched silver eyes. This crazy plan was making sense to him. �Who would handfast with her?� he questioned.
Draco was solemn. �Both of us. It was common practice when the plague swept Europe for three people to handfast in an attempt to rebuild the magical population.�
Blaise reached out and took Draco�s pale hand, studying it. Muggle couples in Scotland had copied the tradition among magical couples centuries ago. According to Muggle custom, a hand fasted couple was a good as married for a year and a day. The couple could then separate unless there was a pregnancy or they chose to stay together for love.
He knew that hand fasting, the magical version, was a bond deeper than any marriage ceremony could be. Couples in their world still practiced hand fasting after the formal marriage as a symbol of their souls mating, but not to the extent used in that dark era Draco had mentioned.
His lover took his long silence to mean he disapproved. Draco�s quiet voice broke through Blaise�s thoughts. �Do you�You can handfast to Granger by yourself, if you like.� He kept his tone carefully monotone. �I don�t have to-�
�I love you, Draco,� Blaise answered in a tone that allowed for no denial.
Draco stared in a bit of a shock. This was only the second time Blaise had ever voiced his feelings. The first time had been at the end of Draco�s relentless pursuit. It had taken months to wear the Italian down in their fourth year. The Italian had resisted with a tenacity Granger would have admired. Draco had finally cornered him in the then deserted Slytherin dungeon and told him in no uncertain terms who the Italian belonged to.
Blaise�s composure had finally cracked. He�d demanded to know why Draco wouldn�t take the hint and give up. Draco had seen no reason to deny it. He told Blaise point-blank that he had fallen in love with the dumb Italian.
To his utter shock, Blaise had softened after a moment and admitted that he loved him back. Blaise would later confess after an exhausting bout of explosive lovemaking--yes, love making, damn it--that he had been afraid of his feelings and Draco�s apparent interest only in a physical relationship. As it was, Blaise had never repeated those words again. It was ironically Draco who had been the one to declare how he felt in their three year relationship.
It had frustrated Draco, yes, but he�d endured it. He had dated girls before. He had experimented with boys too. No one except for the seemingly unattainable Hermione Granger had ever made him feel the way Blaise Zabini did. He abruptly shook himself and returned to the present. �You love me?� he sputtered.
"I always have, and I always will. The fact that we both love Hermione-� Blaise saw nothing wrong with calling Draco�s feelings for the girl as he saw them, and Draco saw no point in refuting the truth any longer �- as well means that the three of us were meant to be together. Handfasting would only let other people see what we already know,� Blaise said softly. He suddenly grinned. �Did you think I felt nothing for you?� he teased.
Draco tried not to lose his composure and was failing miserably. Blaise knew him too well anyway. He was aware that his need had crept into his eyes. �I wasn�t sure, after the first time�.�
Blaise surprised him further by suddenly standing and wrapping his arms around Draco�s torso. The book fell forgotten to the floor. They were of similar height, within a half inch of one another, so it was a simple thing for Blaise to put their foreheads together and nuzzle his lover�s nose tenderly.
�I love you, you prick,� he teased. �I wanted to make sure that you loved me enough to stay. I needed to know that I wasn�t just some conquest of yours.�
�Took your bloody time about it,� Draco groused. He wrapped his arms around the one who knew him best and sighed. �But it was worth it,� he admitted with a smile that had a hint of lust in it. Blaise chuckled. �I know.�
They stood there for a moment and simply reveled in each other�s presence. Separated, each boy was a formidable if not demigod-like opponent. Together they were gods, powerful and dangerous, alpha males to the fullest extent.
And now the godly Princes of Slytherin had found the one they would claim as their Princess, their goddess, their woman that would rule beside them. They had resolved that no one would stand in the way of their claim.
Not even Hermione Granger herself.
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�This,� Blaise said, �is utterly disgusting.�
�I concur,� Draco sniffed. �The least it could do is look halfway decent.�
They stood in the Room of Requirement, the general version this time, and eyed the potion distrustfully. They had bided their time in the month it had taken to brew and ferment, planning the hour�s agenda to the minute. They had gotten the required hairs from Potter and Weasley at different times, picking fights on two different occasions and managing to get away scot free both times before a teacher could dock points.
Hermione hadn�t been there either time, but the boys knew that she had heard about it from the dirty look she shot Draco every opportunity she got. Blaise she simply touched on briefly before lowering her eyes as if embarrassed about something. It was both thrilling and devastating. Blaise comforted himself with the knowledge that someday soon she accept the two of them with open arms, if only for a while.
He returned to the task at hand. They would transfigure their clothing as soon as the change was made but�.. �Who�s going to change into whom?� he wondered aloud.
Draco wrinkled his nose in distaste. �They�re both rather revolting. It�s not much of a choice.�
Blaise couldn�t help but agree. So what would they do? There wasn�t much time. Weasley and Potter had received detention for the fights they hadn�t even started, leaving Hermione alone. It was a rare opportunity that couldn�t be wasted.
In the end they dropped the hairs into the cups and Draco randomly picked one with his eyes closed. Blaise grimaced, deciding that it was better for Draco to find out who�d he�d picked on his own and downed the remaining cup. It was all he could do not to chuck it back up again, it tasted so vile. Mind-numbing moments later, Draco swore a blue streak as he studied Potter�s face in the mirror. �Bloody mother fuc-�
�At least you aren�t the Redheaded Wonder,� Blaise said in thick Italian tones that contrasted the pasty face that stared back at him as well. �Let�s get the chocolates and go.�
They transfigured their robes and left with all possible haste. Thanks again to their network, the two knew exactly where the Gryffindor common room was. It was a testament to their astounding luck that they managed to meet up with first year Gryffindors in front of the portrait. They oh-so-kindly let them in with the password that the two stored away in their cunning minds for future reference.
And they were in. They tried their hardest not to stare at the brilliant red and gold décor. Blaise whispered into Draco�s ear so that no one else may hear. �Looks rather like a bordello.� Draco snorted before he could stop himself.
�There you are!� They snapped to attention, following the voice to the gangway between what had to be the boys and girls dormitories.
Hermione Granger looked down at them with the warmth they only dreamed about, her hair in a casual ponytail and wearing a simple T-shirt. She leaned over and propped her chin on her braced fist. �I thought you two had detention?�
�Let us out early,� Draco said gruffly in an imitation of Potter�s rather annoying voice. �We want to go for a walk, Gra- Hermione. Why don�t you come with us?�
A brown brow went up in surprise. �Isn�t it a bit late for that?�
Blaise decided to try his hand. �It�s a beautiful night, Hermione. We can go to the bridge and look at the Quidditch pitch.� He held his breath in anticipation.
Hermione rolled her eyes. �Oh yes, the Quidditch pitch. How romantic.�
Draco looked up at the now much taller Blaise. �Who said anything about romantic? Get your jumper and let�s go!�
For one frozen moment Blaise thought she was going to refuse. Hermione was an intelligent girl. Surely she would see through their ruse. Potter and Weasley weren�t exactly known for their gentler tendencies. Was a moonlight walk too out of character? He should have come up with something better than this, he thought wildly.
Granger sighed in annoyance. �Fine. I need a break from studying, I suppose.� She dashed out of sight to get her jumper, or so the boys assumed. �How much time?� Blaise whispered.
�Not nearly enough,� Draco replied. �We have to get this done but fast.� They turned to see Hermione clamor down the stairs. She was wearing only pajama pants, Blaise noted, trying not to let the lust that stood temporarily dormant spring to life at the sight of her curves. �Let�s get this over with,� she said with exasperation, unknowingly mimicking their thoughts.
Blaise couldn�t help but wonder if this had been too easy. Why had she suddenly complied? Suspicions began to creep into his mind. Had Potter or Weasley done this before? Even the best of friends rarely indulged in this sort of activity, right?
Granger buried her hands into the pockets as they stepped through the portrait. �Why the sudden urge to go for a walk? We�ve never done this sort of thing before.�

Was the woman psychic?
Hermione brightened suddenly and grinned. �OH!� she said with gleeful understanding. �I know what this is about.�
She did?
�You two feel guilty for ignoring me.�
Draco and Blaise looked at one another over her head. They were heading down the hall at a good pace. The idiots had been ignoring her? Hermione took the look as an admission. She suddenly stopped. �Look, you two. You don�t have to feel sorry for me. I know that girlfriends demand a lot of your time and that�s ok. We don�t have to go anywhere-�
�Oh,� Blaise interrupted. �But we want to do this, Hermione.�

�Definitely,� Draco agreed lazily. �Have to make it up somehow, you know?�
She looked at them. �Are you sure?�
�Yes,� Draco grunted. �Didn�t I just say so?�
�I suppose,� she said slowly. Blaise looked out the window. �Come on, the view�s calling. Oh, and we got you these,� he handed her the chocolate. �Another way to say we�re sorry.�
�Lovely,� Hermione said with relish. She opened the package with zeal and bit into a chocolate. Her eyes closed. �Mmmm, so good,� she moaned with a little laugh.
If everything went according to their plan, Blaise thought as they descended the steps, Hermione would be moaning for a lot more than chocolate in the future.

If they could just reach the bridge in time��
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