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The Family Jewels	By : Mdunlap Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 137575 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 7
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Chapter 5

A meeting of the minds

When her alarm went off in the morning, Hermione groaned and fumbled to turn it off. Should she even go to breakfast? She was ashamed to face Draco and Blaise this morning, and Harry knew her well enough to tell instantly that something was wrong. Her stomach rumbled though, and she had a whole day of classes to get through. Since when was she a coward? She gathered her Gryffindor courage together, took a shower, got dressed and headed down to the Great Hall.

When she got to the Gryffindor table, she was pleased to see that Harry, who was Quidditch Captain that year, was having an impromptu team meeting at breakfast. That meant that Harry, Ron and Ginny were paying no attention to her at all.

She grabbed a cranberry orange scone from the basket, and wished that she had some of Blaise’s coffee to go with it. Blaise. She looked up to see him staring at her across the room. She held his gaze for a minute, and then gave him a small smile. It wasn’t his fault that she had started kissing his best friend last night after he left. If she was really honest with herself, she had to at least think about the fact that perhaps it was Blaise who had started her pulses pounding last night before she threw herself at his best friend’s head. No, it wasn’t just Blaise, it was Draco and Blaise. Okay, it had finally happened; she was officially losing her bloody mind.

She decided she wasn’t hungry anymore, so she stood up and went to class. Something that was straightforward, that she could lose herself in. And then she remembered that her first class that day was Advanced Ancient Runes, which both Draco and Blaise took. Well, this ought to be a real treat. She wondered if Draco had told Blaise about last night. Why did she feel guilty, as if she had betrayed Blaise when they had no commitment to each other, they hadn’t even kissed?

She sat down at a desk and took parchment, a bottle of ink and her favorite quill out of her bag. She felt someone pass behind her chair, and she knew it was Draco. ‘It should be illegal for anyone to smell that good,’ she thought to herself. The back of her neck was tingling, and she forced herself not to look at him.

“Hermione,” Draco’s voice asked for her attention as he took the seat next to her.

She summoned a smile from somewhere, and looked at him calmly, “Good morning Draco. How are you?”

“I’m good.” There was a pause and then his voice dropped down. “I’d be happy to show you how good I can be.”

She could have sworn that the look in his eyes and the husky sound of his voice made her juices start to flow, but then she straightened her shoulders. ‘That was ridiculous,’ she thought to herself. ‘He hasn’t even touched me, how could he make me wet?’ But as she squirmed in her seat, she couldn’t deny the reaction she was having to his nearness.

Draco noticed the small movement, that she was pressing her thighs together, and smiled inwardly. He had known last night that she was saying no when she wanted to say yes. He was becoming more confident that he would have her in the end, that he would breach her defenses, Gryffindor or not.

Blaise took the seat on the other side of Hermione, and said, “Morning Hermione. Draco.”

Draco said, “Blaise.” But he gave him a genuine smile. Hermione was glad to see that there was no rift between the two Slytherins. She also smiled at Blaise and said, “Good morning Blaise.”

Class started then, and they actually paid attention. This was a NEWT level course, and the professor had made it quite clear that this information was going to be tested. Hermione was glad that she was friends with two boys who cared about grades and studying as much as she did. When they studied together, it was on a more equal footing than it had ever been with Harry and Ron. They had spent much of their time trying to get her to do their homework for them, a situation that had gotten old after a while. She never had to nag Draco and Blaise, they took responsibility for their classes themselves, she never felt like their mother around them. Especially lately, she had to acknowledge.

As soon as class was over she gathered her things, mumbling bye to Draco and Blaise before bolting out the door.

“Well, she was certainly in a hurry. Was that to get away from you or me?” Draco asked Blaise.

“If I had to guess, I would say both of us. Perhaps we should continue this conversation is my office?” Blaise asked with just a hint of a smile on his lips.

The two repaired to a small, unused room in the dungeons that they used when they wanted privacy. Since Blaise had called this meeting, Draco waited for him to speak.

“Draco, how do you feel about Hermione?” he asked.

‘Well, let’s not beat around the bush Zabini,’ Draco thought as he pondered how to answer this question. Tension rolled off Blaise in waves, and Draco knew this was no idle question. “She’s very important to me.”

“To me too,” Blaise replied, “again, how do you feel about her?”

“Blaise, I don’t know how to answer that. Do you want me to admit that I love her?” Draco asked, raking his hand through his hair and dropping into a chair.

Blaise turned a chair around and sat on it, resting his arms on the back. “Do you love her?”

“Maybe I do. What’s it to you anyway? It looked like you were going to shag Lysette Flint on the Slytherin table last night, and then you were alone with Hermione in her room for an awfully long time,” Draco said angrily.

“I think I might love her too, Draco,” Blaise finally admitted.

“So are you challenging me to a duel over her? Because I won’t fight you Blaise. Sometimes I think the only reason I’m still sane is that you’re here with me,” Draco said in a low voice.

“I know that Draco. You’re my best friend. Maybe we can find a way for us all to be happy.” Blaise was already scheming in his mind the best way for them to approach their witch.

“Look Blaise, I know we’ve shared witches before, but this isn’t some random shag we’re talking about. She’s a bloody virgin, she’ll never agree.” Draco shook his head.

“I’m not talking about some random shag, she deserves more than that. Don’t you want to have a more permanent relationship with her?” Blaise asked him seriously.

“Yes, okay, yes I want to be with her. But if you want to be with her too, maybe I should bow out. You’ve always been closer to her than I have, and her little friends in Gryffindor won’t hex you on sight if they find out you’ve touched her,” Draco said as he looked anywhere but at Blaise.

“Let’s cross that bridge when we come to it. Weasley already had his chance with her, and Potter is together with the little Weasley. Why should they care?” Blaise asked, knowing that they could be putting their lives in mortal danger making a play for Hermione Granger.

“Blaise, you know Potty and the Weasel have always treated her as though she belonged to them,” Draco said, but he began to smile, because if there was anyone who could figure out how to make this work, it was Blaise Zabini.

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The next few days were quiet. Hermione was hiding in her room or with a crowd of Gryffindors, and Draco and Blaise were leaving her alone. Blaise knew she was thinking about them, but he was willing to be patient because he was sure that it would be a mistake to talk to her before she was ready.

Draco was another story. He was frustrated, and he didn’t like to suffer alone. The Slytherin Quidditch team had never trained so hard in their lives. Their Captain had them flying whenever the pitch was free and running laps when it wasn’t. Draco was channeling his energy into something constructive, and he spent some time fantasizing about finally catching the snitch against Potter, instead of thinking about shagging the Head Girl.

“What the fuck Malfoy,” said Miles Bletchley when Draco informed them that they would be running laps until someone threw up.

“What did you say to me, Bletchley?” asked Draco in a dangerous voice.

“Sorry Malfoy, but it’s raining and we already ran five miles this morning before breakfast,” Bletchley couldn’t resist complaining.

He should have read the manic gleam in his Captain’s eye better than that, because before he knew it, he was up against his locker in the Slytherin changing room, trying to breathe around Draco’s fingers which were slowly squeezing his wind pipe. “I don’t think I heard that right, maybe you want to repeat it for me.”

Mutely, Bletchley shook his head, and when Draco released his throat, he landed on the floor gasping.

“Any of you other pussys think you’re being pushed too hard? This isn’t Hufflepuff, ladies. This is my last chance to win the Quidditch Cup, and you are all going to do whatever I tell you to make that happen. Are there any questions?” Draco looked around the room at his players who were all shaking their heads with wide eyes. “Good, now get out there before I change tomorrow morning’s run to ten miles.”

Draco strode out of the locker room, and Theo Nott held out a hand to Bletchley to help him up. Nott shook his head over Draco’s current mood. “We have to get that boy laid before he drives us all insane,” he said.

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Blaise found Hermione in the library on Wednesday afternoon, the day before Draco’s party. He dropped into the chair next to her, and waited for her to say something.

She knew it was him, could almost feel his presence before she saw him. “Hi Blaise,” she finally said.

“Hello, cara, may I sit with you?” he asked, taking her hand and brushing his lips across the back of her knuckles.

Hermione had expected him to be angry at the way she had been avoiding him, not gentle and almost…loving. Damn Slytherin. “Of course you can sit with me Blaise. I was going to find you later to make sure everything is in place for Draco’s party.”

He arched a brow, not quite in disbelief, but certainly in skepticism at the truth of this statement, and then let it pass. “I believe that I have thought of everything. I was relieved to find that Dobby the house-elf knew the recipe for Weekend Cake, so he’s making a three layer one.”

“Weekend Cake?” she asked, confused.

“That’s what Draco has always called it. It’s a dark chocolate cake with a mocha mousse between the layers and cream cheese frosting. It’s quite good. It’s Draco’s favorite actually, and I wanted him to have it for this birthday. I don’t know if he will hear from either of his parents, so I’ll just have to do the best I can,” Blaise frowned as he went over the last of the details in his mind.

Hermione was sorry that she hadn’t been helping Blaise when she had promised that she would. “What can I do to help you?” she asked, smiling a real smile at all the trouble he had clearly gone through for his friend.

“Just keep Draco busy from 6:30 till 8:00 tomorrow night,” Blaise said.

“I didn’t realize that you were going to need such a long time. The meeting with Professor Dumbledore is only supposed to be from 6:30 to 7:15. What am I supposed to do with him after that?” Hermione asked, a little panicked.

“It won’t take me that long to get set up, but I want to make sure everyone is there long before you bring Draco, or it might ruin the surprise,” Blaise said.

“That’s good thinking Blaise. I’m just not sure what excuse I will use to keep Draco from going back to the Head Dorms for 45 minutes,” Hermione said slowly.

“Really, Hermione, you can’t think of a thing that you and Draco could do together for 45 minutes on his birthday? You disappoint me.” Blaise was smiling a secret little smile.

Silence.

“You know. You know that I kissed him. Oh Merlin this is so embarrassing,” Hermione moaned, hiding her face in her hands.

“Well, I didn’t know until now that you had kissed him, but I was certain that something of that nature had occurred. After I left your common room last week, by any chance? Draco was tense, and he only knows one way to relieve tension with women.”

Blaise thought his opening was finally here, but he needed to play it very carefully. He waited for her to stop hiding her face so he could see her eyes. She was not good at hiding her true feelings, so he felt that he was on safe ground in his anticipation of a common understanding coming out of this conversation.

“Aren’t you angry?” she managed, finally, lifting a very pink face.

‘No tears, though,’ Blaise thought, ‘maybe now.’

He leaned forward and kissed her lips gently, caressing her cheek with the back of his fingers. He relaxed when she started to kiss him back, sliding her arms around his neck to play with the silky hair at the back of his neck. He slid his hands down to rest at her waist, gathering her closer to him and deepening the kiss. She sprang back when she heard some students walking back to where they were sitting. She made a small noise of confusion and didn’t seem to know what to do with her hands, which were currently in his lap, dangerously close to his cock.

He gathered up her belongings and shoved them into her bag, which he quickly swung over his shoulder. He stood up and reached out to for her hand saying, “Please Hermione, let’s take this somewhere else, shall we?”

She nodded, and they left the library. He pulled her into a secluded alcove behind a statue of armor, dropping her bag on the floor. He waved his wand and cast a quick ‘Obscuro’. Only someone that knew that they were there would be able to see them.

He reached for her, finding her lips again as she turned her face up to his. He backed her up, sliding one hand from her hip to her knee, then placing that leg around his waist, before lifting her against the wall. He knew she could feel his erect cock, which had found a very happy place to be, wedged in between her legs. When she slid against his cock a few times and groaned a little, he thought they might have her. “Oh Hermione, sei così bella,” Blaise whispered in her ear over and over.

She pulled his shirt out of his pants, her lips following the path of the buttons as she bared his flesh. She pinched his nipples, and then soothed them with her tongue. She leaned a little to her left and sucked his right nipple. She sucked hard as she pinched his other nipple, using her teeth a little. Blaise felt each time she sucked as if his nipple was directly attached to his cock. This time she had him groaning and thrusting his cock against her more insistently.

He explored her mouth with his tongue, moving her against his erection with his hands at her waist. He pulled back a bit, reaching under her skirt and pressing his hand against her knickers. She bucked against his hand, throwing her head back. His lips started licking and kissing the skin of her throat and neck, while he moved her underwear to one side, touching her slick folds.

“Please,” Hermione said.

“Please what?” Blaise asked, teasing her a little.

“Please,” she said again. He slid a finger inside her and his thumb found her clit, and she began making little noises of pleasure.

Hermione’s hands slid up to Blaise’s shoulders, and she braced herself against him as he slid another finger inside her. His thumb on her clit was stroking rhythmically in time with the thrust of his fingers into her pussy. He turned his fingers inside her and rubbed against the upper wall, finding a place that was so insanely sensitive that she came right there. She opened both her mouth and her eyes wide at the sensations rocking her body. She was apparently not a screamer, but she made several indescribable noises of intense pleasure. Blaise couldn’t think of anything more beautiful than the way she had come apart in his arms. She slid down his body to find her feet.

She rubbed her hand along his cock saying, “So that’s what that was.”

“Very amusing, cara. You thought maybe I had a stick in my pocket?”

“Actually Blaise, I was wondering how something that size would fit inside me, and I’ve decided that it won’t,” Hermione stated in a very definitive way.

“Oh Hermione, I thought you were a Gryffindor. Where’s your courage, woman?

She unzipped his pants, pushed his boxers down a little, then with just the tip of her finger, she swirled his pre-cum around the tip. He pushed his hips at her again, and she slid her hand from the tip to the base of his cock a few times, caressing his balls with the other hand.

“Show me,” she said. He covered her hand with his and showed her how he wanted her to touch him. When she found a rhythm, he moved his hand away to brace against the wall behind him. His balls drew up into his body, and with a harsh cry, he spilled onto her hand and the floor in front of him. He panted for a minute, eyes closed, head down. When he looked at her, his eyes were the most brilliant azure blue she had ever seen.

He picked up his wand and cast a quick ‘Scourgify’ over themselves, as they straightened their clothes.

“Are you okay?” Blaise asked finally. He loved asking this question after he had made someone come really hard. He wasn’t even sure why, he just wanted to know, he supposed.

“Hmmm, yes, I am much better than okay.” Hermione looked up at him and smiled.

‘That’s a pretty good smile,’ Blaise thought, ‘I wonder if there might even be a different smile somewhere down the road?’

“May I walk you back to your room?” Blaise asked, rebuttoning his shirt. “If Draco is there, we would like to talk to you.”

“Blaise, I thought you said you weren’t angry, and just now, what we did…” Hermione’s throat was trying to close and she wasn’t sure she could choke any more words out.

“Hermione we are not angry, cara, give us a chance to talk to you. But Draco has to be there. I won’t have him feel like we’re going behind his back.” Blaise took her hand, put her bag over his shoulder and led her up the stairs.

“Blaise, I don’t understand. You say you’re not angry, but what about Draco? I promised to be honest with him.” Hermione was starting to shake a little at the prospect of facing Draco.

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