WHAT YOU MEAN TO ME

Chapter Twelve


The three of them were awakened by Narcissa around midmorning, right after Binky had snapped a picture of the three of them snuggled together under the covers. She gazed down at them and smiled to herself on how happy and comfortable the three of them looked together. “Time to get up Draco,” she said as she tickled the bottom of his foot that was sticking out from the bottom of the blanket.

He slid his foot under the covers and tightened his hold around Hermione’s waist. “‘Kay,” he mumbled against Hermione’s hair.

“If you don’t get up, I’ll send Severus up here to get you out of bed,” she warned, grinning as Draco rolled onto his back to sleepily open his eyes. “The ice seemed to get you up pretty quick last time he woke you up,” she added.

“Half an hour mother and we’ll be down,” Draco said sitting up, wiping the sleep from his eyes.

“Make it fifteen,” she said as she turned her back on the three of them and left the room.

“Did Snape really do that to you?” Blaise asked also sitting up after hearing the threat.

“Yep. Looked like he enjoyed every minute of it too,” Draco replied, “if you two are going to shower, I’d suggest being quick about it.”

“I was going to have one later when I get ready for the ball,” Hermione said as she rolled onto her back, missing the warmth of their bodies on either side of her. She reached her arms over her head and arched her back as she stretched to wake up more fully, not noticing the two of them eyeing the bare expanse of skin from her nightshirt riding up to her stomach.

“Then, we have a few minutes,” Blaise grinned as he slid his hand over her stomach, just above her panties.

Draco leaned down to kiss her neck, trailing lower to lick along the exposed part of her collarbone. “Mmmm....fifteen minutes isn’t long enough guys,” she said a little breathlessly as Blaise’s fingers slipping into the top of her panties. She put her hand over his to stop his wandering fingers. “Later, I promise,” she said leaning up to first place a brief kiss to Blaise’s lips, then moved to Draco’s to give him the same. They bother tried to draw her in for a deeper kiss, but she kindly pushed them away and got out of bed, leaving them to watch her barely covered backside.

After a quick brunch of sampling the wizarding caterer’s wares, they were banished from the kitchens, the dining room, and ball room as the decorators...and of course Narcissa did the final preparations for the annual ball.

Draco entered his father’s study in search of a book and found his father and Severus there playing a game of Wizards Chess, with Teega laying on the table beside the game watching as the knightly men moved on their own. “Not helping mother?” he asked his father as he sat down to watch.

“No, she told me to stay out of the way,” Lucius replied tapping Teega’s paw from swiping at one of his men. “Where’s Blaise and Hermione?”

“I’m giving them some time alone for awhile,” Draco replied.

“Aren’t you three always together?” Lucius asked looking up at his son.

“Not all the time,” Draco said shrugging his shoulders, “sometimes Blaise and I like to be with Hermione by ourselves.”

“Must we talk about these brats love lives?” Severus asked moving his queen into position.

“We could always talk about yours Severus,” Draco smirked.

“Oh?” Lucuis smirked raising his brow at his friend, “and who’s the lucky witch...or is it wizard?” he teased.

“No one,” Severus said glaring at Draco.

“That ‘no one’ sure likes your neck then,” Draco teased.

“Come on Severus, spill. Who is it?” Lucius asked leaning back in his chair for Teega to crawl over onto his lap to get comfortable.

“You wouldn’t believe me even if I did tell you,” Severus smirked, then watched Lucius reach over to move one of his chess pieces. “So, who’s all going to be at this thing tonight?” he asked changing the topic away from him.

“The Parkinsons, Bill and Charlie Weasley, several wizards from the Ministry...just to name a few,” Lucius replied, letting Severus’s love life alone...for now.

“The Weasley’s?” Draco asked, surprise evident on his face.

“Yes, I’ve talked to Charlie quite a bit lately about investing in dragon breeding,” Lucius grinned.

“And Bill?” Severus asked quite surprised himself.

“Once the Order members believed that I was indeed a spy for the light side, the Weasley brothers were two of the first to welcome me. They wanted to end this silly feud that the Malfoy’s and the Weasley’s started so many ages ago. Bill, as you know works for Gringott’s and has been advising me in investing in muggle and wizards companies that have turned out to be quite profitable,” Lucius said moving his queen. “Checkmate Severus,” he grinned.

“How could you have won? You haven’t really been even paying attention since Draco came into the room,” Severus asked looking down as Lucius’s queen bashed his king over the head, shattering it over the board.

“I’m just that good I suppose,” Lucius smirked. “Would you like to play Draco?”

“Sure,” Draco said then grinned as Severus pushed back his chair rather abruptly to make room for him.

“Why do I even bother playing?” Severus muttered to himself as he sat in front of the fire and picked up his book, not paying attention to the two blonde’s smirking at him, when they heard him talk to himself.



Blaise, meanwhile was lounging back on the big cushy couch in the Oasis room with Hermione nestled between his thighs. “Did you have a good time this week Mya?” he asked by her ear, tightening his arms around the front of her waist.

“Yes, I did. I was surprised how much fun Draco’s parents could be,” she grinned.

“They’re only like that in private. They’re really big on the whole pureblood image thing,” Blaise said slipping his hand under her shirt.

“Is that why Draco’s such a git in school...all image?” she asked moving up a bit so her bottom was pressed tighter between his legs.

“He’s not called the ‘Slytherin Ice Prince’ for nothing,” he smirked, his one hand gliding higher up her stomach.

“Well, I feel pretty special to be able to see the other side then,” she grinned, tilting her head to kiss his jaw. “He’s still a snarky git to most of the other houses though, especially the older years.”

“Hmmhmm,” he murmured, his lips brushing over her neck while his one hand went to the snap and zipper of her jeans.

“Uh...Blaise, what are you doing?” she asked leaning her head back on his shoulders while his fingers slipped in the waist of her panties.

“I want a taste of what you’re offering us tonight,” he huskily said as his fingers went further down until they slid over her clit. “Take your jeans off Mya,” he said circling his fingertip over the nub.

There was no way she was going to refuse that request when his fingers were slipping past the folds to plunge inside of her. She hooked her thumbs in the waist of her jeans and panties, pushing them down her hips, then her legs, spreading them as he thrust his fingers deeper. “What if...of gods....someone...deeper....comes in?” she panted rocking her hips against his hand.

“Sealed the door,” he said, bringing his other hand up to her chin, to tilt her head to him, his lips latching onto hers in a heated kiss.

Hermione’s moans were muffled by their kiss as she placed her hand over his that was currently spreading her juices over her clit. She drew back, her breathing ragged as she gazed into his lust filled eyes. “I want you inside of me,” she said against his lips.

Blaise pressed his lips to hers again as he shifted away from her, kneeling on the floor at her side. He broke the kiss then moved her body until her bottom was at the edge of the cushions, her legs spread before him. He quickly undid his jeans and pushed them down with his boxers, to his knees. He stroked his erection a few times as he came closer to her heat, the head rubbing along her wet slit.

“Now Blaise,” she moaned, wrapping her one leg around his lower back to pull him closer.

“Gods...feels so good,” he moaned as he slowly inched his length deep inside of her.

She leaned up and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, nibbling on his neck as he thrust slow and shallow. Her lips moved up his neck to his chin, then to the corner of his mouth. “Faster Blaise...please,” she begged before her tongue brushed along his lips until he opened for her.

His one hand went to her hip, while the other went to the back of her neck as he deepened the kiss, delving his tongue into her mouth. Their moans were muffled from their kiss as he drew his hips back until just the head of his cock was imbedded inside, then drove in fast and deep. He kept up the fast pace making sure to grind against her clit when he was buried deep inside of her.

She threw her head back and gripped his forearms as she came, moaning out his name as her inner walls contracted around his shaft. He leaned forward, leaning his forehead on her chest as he gripped her hips in a bruising hold. He thrust deep, shuddering as he came inside of her. Her arms went around his back, holding him close as their erratic heartbeats slowed down. “I love you Mya,” he hoarsely said as he gazed down into her eyes.

“Love you too,” she replied breathlessly reaching up to place a soft kiss to his lips as she unwrapped her legs from his waist.


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