WHAT YOU MEAN TO ME

Chapter Ten


The next morning Hermione woke up facing Draco, her arm around his waist. She looked up to see he was still fast asleep. She smiled to herself as she looked at his usually, neatly combed hair, then ran her fingers through it to mess it up even more. She leaned over to press her lips to his neck, nibbling onto the skin until she felt him stir to life.

“Mmm...could get used to this,” he said sleepily, tightening his arm around her waist, slipping his hand in at the back of her lounge pants. He arched his neck back letting her continue her kisses to his neck, his hand caressing the soft skin on her bottom.

She shifted down a bit as she trailed her wet lips lower down his body, licking and nibbling down to his chest. Her warm hand rested at his side as she kissed just above the nipple, then gave a long swipe against the tiny nub.

Draco’s hand went into her hair to pull her head closer to his chest, then moaned out loud when her hand pressed against his growing erection. He enjoyed the sensation of hands, lips, and tongue on his body for a few moments, then abruptly shifted until she was on her back, with him leaning over her.

“Your turn,” he said quietly.

He kneeled between her legs and leaned down to kiss her flat stomach, licking, nibbling, and sucking on the skin while his hands were at her sides, slowly lowering the front of the pants down her slender hips. He felt her body quiver when his teeth grazed her hip and grinned against the bone as he continued to tease that same spot.

She lifted her hips for him to pull them down further, then looked up into his eyes as he kneeled back on his heels. He grinned down at her as she closed her thighs while he pulled on the pants. He lifted her legs to finally remove them, then threw them to the side. Her legs came down, bending at the knee where he began to kiss the inside of the thigh, moving higher and higher up her leg to her sex.

His hands came around her hips to her bottom where he lifted her off the bed as he leaned down. He placed a wet kiss to her clit, then probed his tongue in the crease in a long smooth stroke, from her entrance up to her clit. He repeated this stroke a few more times as he savored her taste, and the moans and whimpers he was hearing from her. His tongue teased the flesh around her clit, just teasing the nub with the side of his tongue, not giving it full contact. His lips and tongue moved lower, licking and sucking the silken folds before he plunged his tongue inside of her, thrusting in as far as he could.

“Gods...Draco,” she moaned as her hands gripped the sheets at her sides, her one leg hooked over his shoulder as she bucked up her hips to meet the thrust of his tongue.

He felt her heel dig into his back, urging him to go faster. His tongue moved up to swirl around her clit a few times until he had her begging for more. At her throaty pleas, he placed his mouth around her clit and started to flick his tongue insistently against the sensitized nub, as he gave it a gentle suction. He felt her legs start to tremble as she was moving her hips faster and faster against his mouth, until her whole body tensed, then quaked, as she climaxed.

As she was riding the waves of her climax, he let her bottom down and started to place wet kisses on her stomach, making his way up while he pulled her shirt up to bare her breasts. She reached down to the hem of her shirt and raised her upper body to pull it over her head, while Draco knelt back to slip his boxers off. She lay back down, pulling him down on top of her. “I want you inside of me,” she huskily said as she reached down to wrap her fingers around his erection.

He let her guide the head of his cock to her slick entrance and moaned as her tight heat sucked him in deeper and deeper. “You feel so good,” he moaned as he thrust all the way in, his upper body held up by his hands at her sides. His strokes were deep and slow, wanting this moment to last longer than the times before. He leaned down to tease her peaked nipple with his tongue, taking it into his mouth when she arched up to meet him. His tongue was insistent against the nipple, tearing a moan from her throat as she tangled her fingers in his hair to pull him closer. After idolizing that breast, he moved to the other one to give it the same kind of attention as the first, while his other hand went to her hip, holding on as he quickened his thrusts.

“Faster....please...gods...feels....so good,” she panted, pulling him down, then moaned when her breasts were crushed to his chest, the friction against her clit intensifying as he drove into her deep and slow.

He bent his one knee up, her leg raising to wrap around his hip as he kept up a slow, tormenting pace. He kept his one hand at her hip, while the other was at the side of her head, his fingers going into her hair while his hungry lips devoured her neck. He looked into her passion filled eyes and placed a kiss to the corner of her mouth. “I love you Hermione,” he said looking intently into her brown eyes.

She licked her lips and felt her body trembling from hearing those four long awaited words. She reached up to cup the side of his face. “I love you too Drake,” she replied pulling him down for a heated kiss.

He thrust deep, lifting her hips off the mattress as he leaned down to kiss her. She had gasped under his lips where he then delved his tongue inside of her mouth, scraping against her teeth. When he felt her tongue meet his he began to quicken his thrusts, faster and harder inside of her, their panting moans echoing off the walls. Her hands went to his hips and held on tight as the heat built up in her lower body, the pressuring feeling intensifying until her second orgasm of the morning burst forth. Feeling her grip his shaft, pulse around him, he soon followed, his semen ripping out of him. He thrust shallow a few more times until she milked him dry, then kissed the pulse point at her neck. “I definitely could get used to this,” he smirked.

Her arms went around his back, hugging him close. “Better than waking up with your hand...right?” she teased.

He pulled back after placing a kiss to her neck. “Much better,” he smirked looking down at her . “Are you always this cheeky in the morning?” he asked.

“Mostly...depending on who I wake up to,” she grinned.

He shifted on his back, to have Hermione follow him to lean her upper body on top of him. “And you wake up to a lot of guys..do you?” he asked.

“Yep. Different guy each morning,” she teased, then saw a flash of doubt in his eyes. “Only you and Blaise love,” she smiled warmly as she leaned over to place a soft kiss to his mouth. “Now, we have about an hour before breakfast starts..and our prank. So get your gorgeous arse out of bed,” she laughed as she rolled off from the other side.

Draco watched her saunter to the bathroom in all her naked glory, then got out of bed to follow her. He noticed a set of his clothes folded neatly with a note laying on top from Blaise, telling them not to be late for breakfast. He made his way to the bathroom and stepped into the large shower, just standing to the side watching as the water ran down her body. He very much was enjoying the view as she was soaping her body thoroughly, bending down to wash her lower legs.

“You going to get wet there Draco?” she asked looking up from her bent over position, taking note of his half erect cock. She bent over to clean her other leg, then smiled to herself when she felt his hands on her hips as he slid his erection inside of her. She raised her upper body to brace her hands on the tiled wall in front of her, as she pushed back against his thrust.

“Fuck....you drive me crazy,” he moaned as he drove into her relentlessly. His hands slid up her slick sides to come around to mold them to her breasts, squeezing them and kneading them as he pounded into her fast and hard.

Hermione arched her neck back as she pushed back into him. “Gods...Dray,” she moaned as her climax crested it’s peak then crashed down, her inner walls convulsing around his shaft.

His arms went around her waist to hold her still as he ground his hips against her backside, burying his cock deep as he shot his seed inside of her, his forehead pressed against the middle of her back as he tried to calm his erratic breathing. She straightened her body and leaned back into him, her arms over his at her waist.

He drew his hips back, letting his cock slide out of her as he kissed the side of her neck. “Love you Hermione,” he said softly by her ear.

She turned in his arms and placed a kiss to his lips. “Love you too my Dragon,” she smiled then turned him, then laughed as he sputtered water as it cascaded over his head.

The next fifteen or so minutes they played around in the shower, each washing each other where they couldn’t reach. They climbed out of the shower, then did a quick drying spell on their hair and bodies. When they came out of the bathroom, they found Blaise sitting on the bed, looking at them amusedly.

“That does look tempting,” he sighed looking at both of their naked bodies, “but....we don’t have time,” he added then laughed as he saw the brief look of disappointment in Hermione’s eyes. “Now...dress, and make it quick,” he ordered, grinning at the two.

While Draco was slipping on his boxers and jeans, he was watching Hermione put on a turquoise bra and matching thong panties. He sat beside Blaise on the bed while he slipped on his jersey and continued to watch her get dressed. She was standing in a pair of faded jeans and a short tank top. “You’re not just wearing that are you?” Draco asked, not wanting anyone else ogling what he considered his..and Blaise’s.

“No, you git,” she laughed, “it’s a bit chilly for just this, don’t you think?” she added while slipping on a long cotton button down shirt, leaving it open at the front. “This better?”

Draco came up to her and buttoned the few middle bottons to cover her bare mid-drift. “Now, it’s better,” he grinned leaning in to kiss her cheek.



By the time the three of them entered the Great Hall, most of the students were already seated. Hermione was about to go to the Gryffindor table, when she was pulled in the other direction by Blaise to the Slytherin table. She looked to Harry and Ron and shrugged her one shoulder. “Later,” she mouthed silently to them as she was ‘placed’ between Draco and Blaise on the bench.

They sat down among the chattering Slytherins where Pansy immediately started to talk to her about the new club that opened in Diagon Alley that her and Millicent had went to the night before. She was saved when a grinning Blaise handed her the pepper, “tastes great on the eggs Mya,” he smirked. He leaned over to kiss her cheek, “by the way...Snape’s looking this way,” he whispered into her ear.

She knew that Snape would be watching for the prank and didn’t let on that it was in progress at that very moment. She noticed that Blaise and Draco had already sprinkled some on their breakfast, then used some without hesitation on her eggs. As she was taking her first bite of egg, she happened to glance to Ginny and Harry who were grinning at her. She chewed her egg, then childishly stuck her tongue out at her friends across the hall.

“So what’s your plans for today Mya?” Blaise asked.

“Might do some homework until lunch, then maybe go to Hogsmeade to do some Christmas shopping,” she replied.

“How long to see anything?” Draco asked leaning closer to whisper in her ear.

“About an hour,” she smiled, “that’s why I want to wait until after lunch to go to Hogsmeade.”



After finishing breakfast, Hermione met up with Ginny and Ron in the library, while Blaise and Draco played a game or two of Wizards Chess. After each winning a game, they both made their way to Professor Snape’s rooms to see if they could use the fireplace to floo Malfoy manor.

Draco knocked on the door a few times before a frazzled looking Severus opened the door. “What can I do for you two?” Severus sighed opening the door wider for the two of them to come in.

Draco looked to Blaise after getting a good look at Severus, noticing the blue streaks in his hair and blue hand prints on his robes. “Uh...just wondering if I could use your fireplace to floo father?” he asked trying to tone down his smile.

“Yes, of course,” Severus replied. “Say hello to Lucius for me.”

On the way to the fireplace, Blaise turned to look at Severus. “Oh...Professor...that’s a good color on you,” he smirked.

“What are you talking......” Severus began to say then glanced to the mirror by the door. “Bloody hell....damn boy...did it on purpose,” he muttered.

“Who would that be Severus?” Draco grinned, stopping to face him, his curiosity peaked on his long time family friends mutterings.

“No one,” Snape snapped, “not a word,” he warned.

“Right.....we won’t say anything about ‘no one’ touching you,” Blaise smirked.

“Come on,” Draco laughed pulling on Blaise’s sleeve. “Not a good idea to tease him Blaise.”

“Yeah, but I wonder who it could be,” Blaise said sitting cross-legged in front of the fireplace next to Draco. “It’s obviously a student, because we promised not to prank the professors....and it’s a guy.”

“Well, there’s nothing wrong with student/professor relations as long as they are of age and it’s consensual on both sides,” Draco replied as he grabbed a handful of the glittery floo powder and tossed it into the fireplace. “Malfoy Manor,” he said clearly, then stuck his head through the green flames to look into his father’s study.

Lucius had been reading in his favorite chair by the fire when his son’s head suddenly appeared in the fireplace, seeming to just float in the green flames. “Draco. I wasn’t expecting you,” Lucius said giving a small smile. “Something wrong or is it something that you need?”

“Actually, I wanted to ask you if I could invite someone to the Manor for Christmas,” Draco replied nervously.

“The Zabini’s have already accepted our invitation for the holidays,” Lucius said putting his book down on the side table.

“No....I mean ...I’m happy that Blaise will be there....but there is someone else also,” Draco said.

“Ah...Miss Granger,” Lucius said leaning forward closer to the fire. “I have no problem with you inviting your girlfriend here Draco, your mother will be happy to have another female in the Manor for the holidays.”

“Um...she’s Blaise’s girlfriend also father,” Draco said wanting him to know the situation so there was no awkwardness at Christmas.

“Hmmm...unusual, but not unheard of,” Lucius smirked. “Are you happy with that situation Draco?”

“Yes, father I am. I love Hermione...and Blaise,” Draco said adding the last bit quietly. “I’ve never been happier.”

“So, how many rooms should I have the elves prepare?” Lucius grinned, seeing the blush that came up on his son’s face.

“Whatever you think father...although I’m hoping they’ll be staying with me.”

“Alright. I’ll have the elves set up the extra two rooms just in case, but will not be surprised if they are not used. I will let your mother know the plans. How will you be getting to the Manor?” Lucius asked.

“I’m not sure yet,” Draco said.

“You can always floo here from Severus’s rooms, as he will be coming here also, or we can meet you at the train station if you prefer that way,” Lucius suggested.

“I will have to get back to you on that father. I haven’t even asked Hermione what her plans are yet for the holidays,” Draco replied.

“Let us know of your plans then. Your mother is driving the house elves crazy with all the holiday preparations....be glad that you are not here,” Lucius smirked.

“Thank you father,” Draco laughed, “I’ll get back to you soon. Oh...and Severus says hello.”
Draco added just before he backed away from the fire to see Blaise looking at him. “What?”

“You love me?” Blaise asked, an uncommonly serious look about him.

Draco shrugged his shoulders, “I suppose so,” he said getting to his feet.

“You suppose?” Blaise asked also getting to his feet.

“Yes, I’ve cared for you for a long time. You’re my best friend and I’d like it to be more some day,” Draco said as he turned to walk away.

“Draco,” Blaise said as he grabbed him to turn him around. He ran his hands up Draco’s arms as he stepped closer. “You finally letting that ice melt around your heart,” he smirked.

Draco pushed Blaise’s hands away, then turned his back on him and left the room. Blaise rushed after him and stepped in front of him. “What?” Draco demanded angrily.

“Drake....I’m sorry,” Blaise said.

“Sorry for what Blaise? Sorry for throwing my feelings in my face?” Draco said then pushed Blaise against the wall and pressed his body close to his. He brought his hand up to the back of Blaise’s neck to pull him closer where he crushed his lips to his. The kiss was fierce and hard...and short, “or are you sorry for that?” he said his breathing heavy.

Blaise reached for Draco to bring him back. “I’m sorry for making light of the way you feel. I care very much for you Draco. What the three of us have is special and I wouldn’t change a thing....well ......maybe one thing,” he added grinning wickedly.

“Like what?” Draco asked leaning closer to Blaise again.

“Like,” a small kiss to the lips, “maybe for us to get a little closer,” Blaise finished as he kissed the corner of Draco’s mouth.

“How close?” Draco softly said as he returned the feather-light kisses.

Blaise brought his hand between their bodies to press against the front of Draco’s pants. “Close,” he huskily said as he started to rub the growing erection.

“Are you sure?” Draco asked closing his eyes as he pushed forward against Blaise’s hand. “Mmm....that feels good,” he moaned.

“Yes, very sure,” Blaise replied his lips on Draco’s neck. He pulled back then to see Draco’s eyes darkened with need. He linked his fingers through his then led him back to his rooms.



While Blaise and Draco were getting reacquainted, Hermione, Ron, and Ginny went up to the Gryffindor tower to get Harry for lunch. He was supposed to have met them at the library, but never showed up. They found him laying on his back on the couch with a big smile on his face. Hermione looked at his shirt that was buttoned in the wrong holes, the red patches of skin on the neck, and his hair even more tousled looking than usual. “Someone looks like they had fun,” she grinned.

“Oh....hi guys. Ready for lunch?” Harry asked coming out of his daze.

“Who were you with?” Ron smirked.

“No one,” Harry replied getting up off the couch.

“Riiiight,” Hermione drawled, unbuttoning Harry’s shirt to start buttoning it up properly.

“‘Mione.....I can dress myself,” he laughed pushing her hands away to rebutton his shirt himself. He then grabbed up his coat from the hook by the door, then headed out of the portrait.

Ginny walked beside Hermione while they too got their jackets. “Uh...Hermione...if he was just snogged practically senseless....where’s the streaks from the potion?” she asked.

“You noticed that too,” Hermione said looking at Harry’s retreating back.

“I wonder who,” Ginny whispered.

“Don’t know. I have my suspicions though,” she grinned mysteriously.

Hermione sat at the Gryffindor table next to Harry and slowly ate her sandwich as she looked around the Hall. She glanced to the faculty table and smiled to herself, noticing a certain professor glaring at Harry. “So...Harry, why did he kiss me and not you?” she whispered close to his ear.

“Because he didn’t....” Harry started to say then looked sharply at her.

“He didn’t what Harry?” she grinned.

Harry sighed heavily then leaned closer to Hermione. “It’s only been going on for a couple of weeks,” he admitted.

“What about Trelawney?” she asked.

“He realized she was really as flaky as she seems,” he laughed. “I had detention one night....” he began.

“What else is new,” she interrupted.

“And I was chewing on some of those jelly beans that the twins gave us and didn’t realize that I ate one of the white ones. Well, next thing I know I was sitting on his lap, lip-locked with him....and he wasn’t resisting,” he grinned.

“He doesn’t look too happy with you right now Harry,” she said looking to the head table again.

“He’ll get over it,” Harry replied, shrugging his one shoulder. “You ready to go?”

“Are Blaise and Draco coming?” Ginny asked. “I didn’t see them here for lunch.”

“I don’t think so. They knew I was going with you guys to do some Christmas shopping,” she replied wondering herself why her two boyfriends didn’t make an appearance in the Hall.



Meanwhile down in the dungeons, Blaise rolled onto his back. “I forgot how good it could be,” he said breathlessly.

“We look quite the sight you know,” Draco laughed seeing the blue streaks in the other’s hair, and the full hand prints on Blaise’s upper body and neck.

“Hermione will know what we were up to if she sees us naked in the next couple of days,” Blaise said tracing the hand print at Draco’s hip.

“Well, we’re going to have to resist her charms for a few days,” Draco grinned, “maybe we should fulfill that fantasy of hers at Christmas.” He watched as Blaise got out of the bed and grinned as he saw the hand prints on his back and backside. “Do you think a concealment charm would work?”

“We could try,” Blaise said pulling on his jeans. “Not that I’m ashamed or anything...I just want to surprise Mya with us.”

“Father taught me a rather strong spell that we could try,” Draco said getting off the bed to slip on his boxers. He took out his wand and first did a quick ‘scourgify’ spell on both of them, then spoke the concealment spell. He smiled when the blue hand prints slowly faded, and their normal skin tone was once again there...except for a few stubborn areas that did not want to be concealed.

Blaise looked down at his chest to see the blue gone then looked to Draco. “Uh....the blue is still in your hair Drake,” he grinned.

“Yours too,” Draco laughed. “We’ll just leave it...get Hermione’s curiosity peaked.”

“And the blue on our clothes?” Blaise asked looking down at his shirt after slipping it over his head.

“Turn around,” Draco said as he buttoned up his shirt, then started to laugh. “Perfect set of blue hand prints on your ass Zabini.”

Blaise walked around Draco noticing the blue on Draco, especially the solid blue on the front of the blonde’s jeans where he was rubbing earlier. “You have a matching set Drake. Maybe leave your shirt hang low to cover most of it,” he suggested.

After they finished getting dressed and adjusting the lengths of their shirts (neither of them even considering to just change into different clothes), they made their way to Hogsmeade to do some of their own shopping and maybe bump into a certain curvy Gryffindor.

Hermione, Ron, and Harry sat in ‘The Three Broomsticks’, enjoying their butterbeers as they rested from their power shopping. There were many students sitting around talking animatedly to their friends, with their over flowing shopping bags at their feet. The blue and pink streaks in their hair and on their clothes matching quite nicely with their pinkened cheeks from the cold.

“I’d like to see Malfoy’s face when he opens the gift you got him from the muggle shop,” Ron smirked.

“It’s not the main part of the present, but it’s probably something no one’s given him before,” Hermione smiled.

They all looked up when the bell over the door jingled as it opened, a cool gust of winter air breathing over their uncloaked bodies. Ginny came in, her arms laden down with bags, followed closely by Blaise and Draco. Hermione nudged Harry’s leg and motioned to the door. Harry reached under the table to move some of Hermione’s bags closer to him as he moved to the next chair, leaving the one beside Hermione free, where Blaise quickly sat down.

“Thanks Harry,” Blaise said to Harry, then leaned over to kiss Hermione’s cheek. “So, where’s all your bags Mya?” he asked looking around.

“They’re here by my feet,” she smiled, showing the two bags that had Harry’s and Ron’s gifts inside.

She then got a good look at the blue streaks in Blaise’s hair, and a bit of blue on his neck. She raised her brow then looked to Draco who sat at her other side to see the same type of streaks. She reached up and ran her fingers through Draco’s hair to give the blonde tresses some pink to go with the blue. She leaned over, placing her hand on his upper thigh, just below the bulge in his pants. “Something you two want to tell me?” she smirked, then placed a brief kiss to Draco’s lips.

“No. Not really,” Draco grinned reaching up to run his fingers through her hair, giving the extra blue to her already streaked hair.

“So....are you all done now Mya?” Blaise asked.

“I think so,” Hermione replied, “maybe one or two more things.”

“Do you know what you’re doing for the holidays yet Hermione?” Draco asked.

“My grandparents are coming Christmas day and staying until New Years Day,” she replied, “why?”

“Well, I was wondering if you’d want to spend some of the holidays with Blaise and I at the Manor,” Draco said, linking his fingers through hers.

“Your father doesn’t mind?” she grinned.

“No, he said it was okay and that mother would probably enjoy you being there,” Draco grinned, “and I’d like you there too ‘Mione,” he added quietly.

“I’ll owl mum and see what she says,” she smiled not able to resist the Slytherin’s soft plea.

“You’ll need a fancy dress for the ball Christmas Eve if you come Mya,” Blaise said placing his hand on her upper thigh.

“And warm clothes. There’s this huge hill that’s great for tobogganing on,” Draco grinned.

“Malfoy tobogganing,” Ron grinned, “can’t see it,” his grin getting wider when Draco directed a glare his way.

They had a few more drinks then bundled up in their winter coats and trudged outside, their arms loaded down with their bags. They were almost to the Hogwarts gates when Draco was hit with a snowball to the back of his head.

“What the hell?” Draco seethed as he glared back at Harry and the two Weasley’s. “Who threw it?”

Harry looked to Ginny and Ron, who shook their heads in denial. “Maybe you were flashing back to third year Malfoy,” Ron laughed.

Draco remembered that day when he went to torment the ‘golden trio’ by the shrieking shack and was then bombarded with snowballs. He knew who it was...not that he knew right away, but he found out later from overhearing the Weasel talk about it to some of his dormmates. He bent over and grabbed a handful of snow then muttered a spell where it went flying to Harry then split into three separate balls, to hit the three surprised Gryffindors in the chest.

“That was good Draco,” Blaise grinned, “where did you....” he began to ask when he was hit with a snowball from Ginny who was smiling mischievously at him.

That soon started a snowball fight that lasted about an hour between the six of them. Hermione, Blaise, and Draco teamed up against Harry, Ron, and Ginny. It soon escalated into a full fledged snow battle when the other students joined in who were making their way back to the school....although they didn’t have much of a choice, as the battle was right in front of the gate entrance.

Dumbledore looked on in amusement at the students from his office window, happy to see all the houses getting along....still in battle, but without the hexes and the bloody noses to deal with. Filch, the caretaker, on the other had grumbled and complained for hours on end on how the inconsiderate students trod mud and snow throughout the halls for him to clean. It was a great frustration for him when he couldn’t punish any of them because the Headmaster chose to enter the Hall when they entered and offered them all a cup of steaming hot cocoa...as if rewarding them for making the mess for him to clean.


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