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Winner Takes All	By : Inell Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 51628 -:- Recommendations : 6 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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THURSDAY (1/1)

Hermione spent the majority of her Thursday with one thought running through her mind. I kissed Draco Malfoy. She had been able to think of little else since the event occurred the previous evening, though she had done her best to focus her attention elsewhere. When she attempted to focus on her patrol, she had remembered the feel of his hands on her body.

When she had tried to sleep, she had remembered his lips against hers and the way that he tasted. She had not been able to prevent the arousal from spreading over her body, her hands moving between her thighs and rubbing her wetness until she had come with a soft cry. Throughout the night, she had tossed and turned and had dreams that made her previous fantasies about her and the two wizards she sort of loved seem tame.

She had finally been kissed and, Merlin, it had been some kiss. Hermione had always assumed Blaise would be her first kiss once she found out their feelings for her and decided to pursue them both. The brunette witch had planned to kiss him before Saturday, not wanting her first kiss to occur when the three of them were together and she was winning the bet. In her mind, she�d imagined a kiss like in the Muggle romance novels or the movies she would watch during holidays. Sweet and gentle and pleasant.

What she had experienced had been passionate and needy and consuming. There was nothing sweet or gentle about Draco, though she knew that he could be tender and had no fear of him ever hurting her. Just a touch from his tongue against hers had set her body on fire, the feel of his hands on her flesh causing her juices to flow, the look of desire and affection in his eyes causing her heartbeat to race rapidly.

Until that kiss, she had had doubts as to the exact nature of his feelings for her. She had heard him speak of lust and a need to possess her, but the history between them, even with their recent building of friendship, had caused some anxiety in her mind about his real feelings and intentions, not wanting it to just be sex or a game bee she she had acknowledged over the last few days that she could very well love him. But, looking into his eyes last night, she had seen the longing and desperation and softening that might be love.

Merlin, was it only a few days ago that she�d overheard their bet? It seemed like much longer, the days seeming to drag until Saturday, even as her relationships with the wizards developed and became more serious. She no longer feared approaching them Saturday and winning the bet and finding out that all they wanted was sex. She had watched them both over this week, noticing things that she had overlooked in the past, realizing that they watched her nearly as often as she watched them. The brunette witch couldn�t call it love, not yet, but it was the closest thing any of them could feel until they talked about what was happening between them

When she hadn�t been thinking about her kiss with Draco, she had been contemplating kissing Blaise. Wondering what his kiss would be like, how he would taste, what he would feel like against her body. He was tall and skinny, lacking Draco�s firm muscles but the raven-haired wizard had great arnd snd she wondered what they would feel like wrapped around her. Needless to say, she had paid very little attention in class that day. She had been lost in her naughty daydreams or memories of Draco�s kiss or simply staring at one or the other or both of the wizards she cared about.

Surprisingly, she hadn�t felt awkward around Draco at all. He had winked at her once, causing her cheeks to flush a pale shade of pink, but, otherwise, he had been the same as normal. Well, not exactly the same. His gray eyes had been looking at her with admiration and desire when she had caught him staring at her, the blond�s eyes usually cool, reserved or intense when looking at her. It appeared that he, too, had felt a change in their relationship from their kiss last night, a silent understanding passing between them in the moments following that fiery kiss.

The brunette witch smiled softly as she finished her reading for Advanced Charms. Tonight was a free night, no patrol and her homework had been completed hours ago. She had decided to get a start on her reading for a few classes after dinner, but was now ready to do a bit of pleasure reading. She left the common room and entered her bedroom, a thoughtful gleam in her eyes as sebatebated whether or not to change to further her seduction of Blaise. To be quite honest, she wasn�t exactly sure what she planned to do when the raven-haired Slytherin returned from patrol, but she knew she wanted to do something a bit more direct than the subtle flirting.

Blaise wasn�t like Draco when it came to seduction. With the blond, they had such a passionate history and an underlying desire that it had overwhelmed them the previous evening. She hadn�t planned that kiss, had never once imagined that she would make the first move and snog Draco Malfoy without hesitation, but she had no regrets about him being her first real kiss. Blaise was more carefree and relaxed, not as suspicious and observant as Draco, gentle and charming and completely unaware of her desire in a way that was somewhat annoying.

With Draco, she could lick her lips, show a bit of cleavage and argue a bit and he recognized it as foreplay, taking the initiative to tease her until she�d lost control. Blaise wanted her, could very well love her, had been completely aroused on several occasions over the last week, yet he still resisted giving in to his desires by making a blatant move like Draco had done. She�d flirted and practically assaulted him the other night when she�d put the ointment on his shoulder, knowing he had to have felt her wet knickers against his flesh and it had been obvious, and somewhat embarrassing, that she had been rubbing herself on the muscles of his back. Instead of moving and pushing her to his bed and having his wicked way with her willing body, he�d let her leave with nary a word. It was infuriating that he was so damn calm about it all!

She was frustrated and hardly sleeping and having naughtier dreams than she�d ever realized she could have, now aided with the vision of naked Blaise from catching him after his shower on Sunday, knowing how he felt beneath her trembling thighs, and the feel of Draco�s body against her, the way he tasted and his soft lips. All of it waowlyowly driving her insane. Okay, that was a bit overly dramatic. Driving her into a lust induced state was definitely accurate, though. Yet Blaise coolly walked around as if he was oblivious to the fact that she was practically eating him alive with her eyes, had been acting completely out of character the last few days by openly flirting, had straddled his half-naked body to rub some lotion on his shoulder and any other number of things that would be quite humiliating if any found out about them.

She was the logical one, the thinker, the dependable one, the smart one. Flirting, making suggestive cots, ts, doing such wickedly naughty things around two sexy wizards, playing this game of seduction with them, these were not things that Hermione Granger should be doing. But she was, and she was enjoying it, excited more this last week than she ever had been, feeling desirable, sexy, wanted, and loved. It was a rush, playing this game, being so bold and daring, and hon honestly never wanted that feeling to end. She wanted to explore it, in fact, learn morout out her sexuality and test her boundaries, push the limits to see what felt good and what didn�t, have Blaise and Draco in her life to always make her feel so cherished and desired.

Hermione looked in the mirror aas nas not surprised when she was told that she looked flushed but pretty. Thanking the mirror, she decided that she�d just wear what she had on for Blaise�s arrival back at their rooms. If she changed into something she might have worn around Draco, she�d definitely get the dark wizard�s attention, but that might be too obvious and direct. As it was, she was wearing a Chudley Cannons T-shirt that Ron had given her for Christmas a few years ago, not the most attractive thing in the world but it was comfortable and she often wore it around their dorm when she was reading. With it, she had on a pair of old Muggle jeans, also worn but one of her favorite pairs to wear when she didn�t have patrol. Grabbing her romance novel, she went back into the sitting room to wait for Blaise, not paying any attention to her book as she tried to think up some plan of action to further her game with him.

She didn�t have long to wait. She�d still not come up with a plan when he came in, his eyes lighting up and a smile crossing his full lips when he saw her sitting there. She felt her heart skip a beat at his obvious happiness at seeing her, wondering again how she�d been so blind to his adoration of her when she could see it so clearly now. She smiled, "How was patrol?"

"I sincerely believe that we should not have to perform patrols when we�re Heads," Blaise declared with a sigh as he shrugged his robe off, tossing it on a chair before he unfastened his tie, leaving it around his neck as he unbuttoned the top few buttons of his shirt on his way to taking a seat in the chair beside the sofa. His lanky frame sprawled in the chair as he looked at her, his eyes moving over her discretely as he moved a pillow from behind his back. She looked casual and cute, her hair put up haphazardly with her wand, a style that he was often privy to seeing though she�d deny every treating her wand with such little regard to use it as a hair styling product if confronted by others. He liked that she trusted him enough to let him see her this way, relaxed and adorable and one of the most beautiful creatures he�d ever seen. Merlin, Malfoy was right. He was a bit of a pathetic sap when it came to Hermione.

"Uh oh," Hermione closed her book, "what happened?"

"I loathe patrolling with McMillan," Blaise admitted with a grimace, his long fingers ruffling through his thick hair. "He still resents the fact that I was appointed as Head Boy despite not being a Prefect so he spends most our patrols whining or attempting to insult me by being clever. He then gets irritated when I don�t react and simply ignore him. It�s just bothersome."

"I didn�t know it was that bad," Hermione frowned, "I�ll patrol with him from now on, if you want."

"Thanks, but it�s not an issue," Blaise smiled slowly, "he doesn�t bother me because I honestly just don�t like him. Besides, it�s rather amusing watching him attempt to best me in a battle of wits when he is so obviously lacking in that regard."

"I recognize that sneaky smile, Blaise Zabini," Hermione�s eyes narrowed, "do you deliberately get himed ued up? I bet you gloat constantly about being Head Boy just so he�ll get annoyed and start being rude!"

"Well, yes," Blaise smirked, "but it�s rather fun to mock the Hufflepuff. Don�t give me that look, Hermione. You�ve taunted Patil several times about getting Head Girl despite your shall we say disruptive behavior in the past. I�ve seen you giving her smug smiles at meetings so don�t even attempt to deny that a lofty Grffindor would ever do such a thing!"

Hermione knew she was caught by the sneaky and perceptive Slytherin, her eyes narrowing as she saw the triumphant gleam in his dark blue eyes and smug smile at having bested her before she could lecture him. The brunette moved her hand to her hair, removing her wand and calling, "Accio pillow," retrieving the pillow laying on the floor beside his chair. Once she had it in her hands, she threw it at the self-satisfied expression on his handsome face.

Blaise felt the pillow hit his face, unable to react quickly enough to catch it. He stared at her as she grinned, trying not to laugh. His brow arched as he said silkily, "So Hermione wants to play, does she?"

"Now, Blaise, come on. It was just a pillow," Hermione reasoned, her body heating up at his words. She looked into his eyes and saw the gleam of excitement and focus, realizing that she�d unknowingly dared him to get her back.

"Just a pillow?" he repeated smoothly as he moved gracefully from the chair, his eyes pinning in her place as he stalked towards her, "I was sharing my inner most thoughts and feelings with you regarding my patrol and that obnoxious Hufflepuff and you throw a pillow at me. I am deeply hurt by your lack of compassion, Hermione. Besides, no one throws anything at Slytherin and gets away with it, my dear."

"What are you going to do with me?" Hermione asked breathlessly, willing to give him a list or two should he run out of ideas.

"I�m going to," Blaise said slowly, his eyes catching hers. He hesitated for a moment when he noticed that her eyes had dned ned and she appeared to be looking at him with desire. He noticed that her cheeks were slightly flushed, her lips wet, and her breathing ragged. This was unexpected, her reaction to his teasing. Bloody hell, she looked like she wanted him to do any number of wicked things to her, his own eyes darkening as he took another step closer. Perhaps his subtle seduction was working, since she was not getting up to run and seemed to be anticipating him moving closer.

His lips curved into a smile as he ran his tongue along them, watching her eyes move to follow the progress of his tongue. Merlin, she did want him! When had that happened? Sure, he knew she�d been aroused the other night and he�d recognized a change in their relationship following his massage on Saturday, but he�d not realized that she was succumbing to his seductive ways, believing he was closer to surrendering to her unknowing seduction than she to his. Well, this was a right nice surprise, he decided, the day getting better instantly when he saw that look of need in her eyes. It was still too soon to do anything obvious, the dark wizard still not sure if she simply wanted him or if she cared about him, too, but it was definitely a perfect opportunity to play with her a bit and see her reaction. Looking into her eyes, he made his decision, "Tickle you."

"What?" Hermione squealed as he lunged at her, a grin on his face as his fingers moved along her sides. She laughed and kicked at him, "Blaise, stop that! Let me go!"

"Never," Blaise laughed, deliberately moving his body against hers to see if she tensed or grimaced at having him so close. He heard her inhale sharply as he pressed against her before she was pushing against him, trying to get away from his hands, a smile on her lips but her eyes dark with awareness.

"I hate being tickled!" Hermione muttered as she moved beneath him, his body laying against hers on the sofa as he tickled her. Damn stupid wizard, had to remember her casual comment months ago about being ticklish. It was just a silly pillow she had thrown at him. Merlin, he smelled so good, his body feeling wonderful against hers. If she didn�t get away soon, she might do something really foolish and forget winning the bet on Saturday. No, stop it, she scolded herself. It was only a couple of days until she would win both him and Draco. A cunning look entered her eyes as she decided that she could use this situation to her advantage. She wanted to kiss Blaise.

Something had changed. Blaise wasn�t sure what had happened, but suddenly Hermione wasn�t squirming to get away. In fact, she was moving against him in an entirely too tempting way. Her hands were on his chest, no longer pushing, but caressing him through the material of his shirt. She had moved her leg to wrap around his waist, bringing her in direct contact with the bulge pressing against his trousers. He looked into her eyes, his hands stopping their movement against her sides. She raised her head slowly, her lips gently brushing against his as her hands moved around his neck, fingers tangling in his hair and pulling him closer to her seeking lips. No longesisesisting, Blaise moaned softly before his right mov moved into her hair, brushing the soft locks as he opened his lips beneath hers, his tongue moving along her lips before being allowed inside.

Hermione opened her mouth to Blaise, feeling him move against her. The kiss was explorative and tender, starting off tentative because of his surprise at her kissing him first but soon deepening as he surrendered to her. It was different from kissing Draco, but just as exciting and arousing. Blaise made love with his tongue, his hand moving along her side, sliding beneath her shirt until his fingers brushed against her cloth covered breast. She gasped at the sensations that spread over her body when she felt his warm palm against her flesh. She arched against him, feeling his erection pressing against her through the material of her jeans, her panties soaked from her juices, getting more and more wet as he kissed her and slowly moved against her.

The brunette witch moved her hands beneath his shirt, feeling his heated flesh against her fingers as she stroked his back. Had they not been wearing clothes, they�d have been shagging on the sofa. That realization aroused her even more, causing her to press against his erection. For a brief moment, she wondered if she should stop this, having a good idea where it was headed, but she didn�t. She gave in to the desire, knowing it was only a couple more days until they would, hopefully, be doing this without the clothes and enjoying this too much to worry about her plans and the game to stop it, instead kissing him back and savoring the taste of Blaise.

Blaise loved kissing her, deciding that he could be very happy spending hours just kissing Hermione and touching her as they kissed. A part of him knew this might be happening too fast but he ignored that voice and concentrated on the feelher her lips and body beneath him. She was moving against him, her tongue claiming his mouth as her fingers twisted in his hair. His pelvis was moving against hers as they kissed, his cock hard and leaking, the front of his boxers wet from his arousal.

It was too much, having her in his arms like this, her kissing him and touching him and wanting him. His movements increased in speed as she whimpered and moaned below him, her own body pushing against his, their actions desperate and needy. His hand squeezed her breast, his thumb moving under the material of her bra to stroke her nipple. She pulled her lips free and mewed as she arched against him, her eyes rolling slightly as she , he, her fingers tightening their grip on his hair. He buried his face in her neck, licking and sucking the exposed skin as he moved more forcefully against her. With a low grunt, he came, his seed spilling into his boxers and coating the front of his trousers.

He collapsed on top of her, the only sound in their common room their heavy breathing and gasps for breath. Hermione felt a moment of nervousness, wondering how she was to supposed to act after their shared orgasms. Merlin, she�d just had an orgasm while completely dressed just from kissing Blaise and feeling his fully clothed body pushing against hers. If that was any indication of how things were going to be between the three of them after Saturday, she was going to be one exhausted but satisfied witch. She felt his fingers on her cheek, turning her head to find him staring at her with a shy and uncertain smile. She smiled gently, any embarrassment and anxiety fleeing as she saw the look of adoration and lust in his dark eyes.

"I didn�t plan that," he told her softly, wanting her to know that he had not intended to practically shag her on the sofa, "but I don�t regret it, Hermione."

"Me either," she said honestly, drawing her bottom lip into her mouth and gnawing on it before she brushed her lips against his in an affectionate kiss before smiling mischievously, "if that was snogging, I now see what I�ve been missing."

"That was beyond any snogging I�ve ever done," he smiled sheepishly, his fingers brushing through his hair as he sat up. He couldn�t believe they�d just shared that experience, still not quite sure how they had gone from playful tickling to practically shagging, but he wasn�t complaining. He also had no intention of telling Draco that he�d come in his pants like some silly schoolboy. He looked back at the brunette witch, grateful that she seemed okay with what had happened and wasn�t upset about the change in their relationship.

Blaise knew that she wouldn�t have acted that way with him if she didn�t care about, if she didn�t want him, but he wasn�t sure exactly how she felt and he needed to know that this had meant something to her. He saw it in her eyes, but he needed to hear her tell him that she was attracted to him, that she wanted to get to know him better, anything to confirm that it wasn�t just a situation between friends that had gone a bit too far. He wanted her to see him as something more than a friend, his subtle seduction over the last week making her aware of him as a sexual being and not just a platonic friend.

Tonight had taken things father than he�d planned, but once he�d been kissing her and feeling her against him, he�d been unable to stop. Blaise wanted her, ached for her, even now wanting nothing more than to take her to his bed and stay there for a few days until they were too exhausted to move. He traced the line of her face and said, "Hermione, we need to talk."

"I know," she agreed softly, her fingers brushing through his hair, "but not tonight, Blaise. It�s rather late and we have class in the morning. Can we talk tomorrow?"

"After patrol," he decided, leaning down and kissing her, groaning when he felt the desire stirring again. Reluctantly releasing her mouth, he smiled, "Sweet dreaHermHermione. We�ll talk tomorrow night."

"Goodnight, Blaise," she watched him get up and walk into his room, turning to look at her one last time before going into his room and quietly shutting the door. Hermione stood up after retrieving her wand, bringing the Slytherin tie that she had pulled off of him to her nose and inhaling his scent as she walked into her room. Her lips curved into a smile as she thought about what had happened between her and Blaise as well as the passionate kiss between her and Draco. Two more days. Just two more days and they�d both be hers.

End of Thursday.

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