Claim for Life

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Chapter 12

When Harry and Ginny entered the Head’s common room after their practice they stopped dead. The room was a mess. Furniture in pieces, books and parchment littered the floor, and on the other side of the room part of the plaster on the wall had caved in. The pile on the floor was also full of blood.

Ginny ventured a few steps into the room, trying to look at everyone at once, “What the hell happened here?”

“Two extremely angry Veela happened,” Professor Dumbledore said, appearing apparently out of no where.

“Zabini and Malfoy did this?” Harry asked, astonished. Dumbledore just nodded. “Where the hell is Hermione?!”

“Language please, Harry.” Dumbledore scolded, “Miss Granger is safe now, she is with her mates.”

“You call being alone with the two…two…two animals that did this safe?” Harry raged.

“Miss Granger is much safer now with them than she was earlier in this room without them.” Dumbledore explained, “From what I understand, Mr. Goldstein attacked Ms. Granger after they left dinner early today, Mr. Malfoy and Mr. Zabini followed them and was able to intervene when our Head Boy attacked the Head Girl. Mr. Goldstein is in the hospital wing right now, in a coma. The governors are meeting now to select a new Head Boy. In all my years I have never seen or heard anything like this before.” Dumbledore pulled out his wand and began to restore the room.

“Goldstein attacked her?” Ginny gasped, before her face hardened into a mask of vengeful anger.

“He’s in a coma?” Harry asked.

“Yes, Mr. Potter, he is a coma. It appears Mr. Zabini slashed him across his stomach, the venom in a Veela’s fangs and claws are poisonous to anyone barring their mate. Mme. Pomfrey also discovered a small, malfunction in his anatomy” Dumbledore explained, “Now, there’s nothing you can really do here, so I suggest you retire to the Gryffindor common room.”

“What about Hermione, sir?” Ginny asked.

“I doubt Miss Granger will surface again until after her bonding is complete, so for the next few days. Please don’t go looking for her; Mr. Malfoy and Mr. Zabini are going to be extremely volatile until they’re done.”

“One last thing, Professor,” Harry asked, “Have you been able to find out how Ron got that potion?”

“We have, Mr. Potter,” Dumbledore began sadly.

“And?” Ginny urged, eager to find out who she could extract vengeance on for hurting her brother and setting up the circumstances for the attempted rape on the Head Girl.

“It appears he made the potion himself, and unfortunately he did not make it correctly. The Reve Bellum is extremely addictive, but if made properly had relatively few negative side effects. Unfortunately it is an extremely difficult potion to concoct,” Dumbledore explained.

“Ron always was hopeless at potions,” Harry lamented.

“Indeed, Mr. Potter,” Dumbledore acknowledged, “The Healer’s discovered 7 different variations of the potion still active in Mr. Weasley’s system. He’s going to be in the hospital for a while, severely guarded of course. Now Mr. Potter, Miss Weasley, I assume you have some homework you need to finish; there’s no use in remaining here. Don’t worry about Hermione, she will seek you out as soon as she’s free to.”

“But Professor,” Harry began.

“Good night, Mr. Potter,” Dumbledore said with a note of finality as he turned to finish repair the desecrated room.

“Good night, sir,” Harry said dejectedly as Ginny pulled him from the room.

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Hermione didn’t know where they were leading her and normally that would have bothered the detail oriented Gryffindor, but right now the only thing that mattered was the two gorgeous creatures who kept shooting her enamored looks that never failed to cause her breath to catch in her throat. Gods, she wanted these boys and she wanted them NOW!

Hermione moaned as she found herself slammed up against a wall again with a pair of searing lips pressing into her mouth, hands racing to explore her entire body as fast as possible. Draco had been doing this every few minutes since they had left the Head Dorms. And yet again, Draco found himself being pulled off his mate by a growling Blaise.

“Not yet,” Blaise hissed, finally just gathering Hermione in his arms and sprinting the rest of the way to Draco’s room, trying to restrain himself as Hermione teased him by peppering light kisses all over his neck and the top of his chest.

The only indications that Hermione had that told her they had arrived at Blaise’s intended location was the fact that she was suddenly thrown onto a huge, green, four poster bed, Blaise’s body was on top of hers and his mouth was busy claiming hers. She wrapped her arms around him and pulled him closer, smirking into the kiss when she heard his groan of desire. She vaguely recognized the sound of a door closing and Draco’s voice murmuring an assortment of charms on the room, before he too joined Blaise and Hermione on the bed and started pulling clothing off of them at random, swooping into kiss and caress Hermione at every opportunity. Soon he got annoyed with the action of removing clothes and waved his hand over his two lovers, their clothes disappearing immediately.

Hermione was in a sea of sensations and emotions, she could hardly move, she hardly wanted to except to pull the two hot bodies above her closer. There were hands everywhere touching her body, coaxing wanton moans to escape her lips, tweaking and rolling her erect nipples, and dipping into her nether regions but never remaining long enough to satisfy a need that Hermione didn’t fully understand.

“Do you want us, love?” Blaise whispered huskily, before he extended his tongue and traced the edge of her ear, “Do you need us?” He latched his mouth on to her neck she tried to form the words to reply.

Draco bit down on her right nipple and she moaned, “Want you, need you, love you,” she chanted, almost incoherent through her moaning. Draco was soothing the bite with his tongue as one of his hands reached down to cup her ass, the other steadying him over top of his lover. One of Blaise’s hands danced around the apex of her thighs, only occasionally dipping down to slip a finger into her tight hole and to brush up against her swollen nub. Hermione’s hands were roaming at random, and Hermione was elated to hear a loud moan come from Blaise when her fingers found themselves wrapped around and pumping his huge member. Draco pulled his mouth away from Hermione’s tender nipple to watch the play of emotion and pleasure that was transforming Blaise’s face into ecstasy. He turned his gaze back to Hermione, and grinned wolfishly at him before diving in to claim her lips as his own. Hermione met the kiss and upped the intensity, surprising Draco as she tried to fight his tongue out of her mouth and into his. Their tongues dueled until Draco found himself being pulled away from the difficult girl only to have his mouth claimed but a stronger, more dominant mouth. Hermione moaned as she watched the erotic sight of her two lovers battling with their tongues. Hermione reached out with her other hand and took hold of Draco, never missing a beat as she continued to stroke Blaise. Seeing that their attention was elsewhere Hermione slowly repositioned her body, bringing her back off the bed and climbing to her knees, still watching the pale blonde boy being subjugated by their lovers kiss. Both boys moaned in complaint as Hermione let her hands leave their cocks to travel up their chests. That was the first time the boys realized she was no longer lying beneath them, but kneeling beside them.

“What are you doing, love?” Blaise asked, amused as Hermione dropped her head to start alternately kissing and licking their chests while her fingers teased and tweaked their nipples.

“What’s it look like?” she countered huskily, before she bit Blaise’s nipple gently. She let one of her hands sink low to cup and caress Draco’s balls as he dropped his mouth to her shoulder and began giving her a new love bite right above her collarbone.

Blaise lifted Hermione’s head and brushed her lips with his, pulling back whenever she tried to claim his lips in a kiss. Hermione let out an aggravated growl as she tried over and over to connect his lips with hers. Draco pulled his head away from her shoulder to watch Blaise tease her.

“Do you vow to be ours forever, love?” Blaise asked, avoiding her lips once again.

“Yes!” Hermione exclaimed, diving in again, only to be thwarted at the last moment as Blaise pulled away once again.

“Do you promise to obey us?” Draco whispered, dipping a hand between her thighs to caress her clit.

Hermione narrowed her eyes as she tried to ignore the sensations Draco was evoking in her body as she tried to articulate an answer, “With…within reason,” she replied. Draco pulled his hand way, causing Hermione to whimper at the loss.

“That answer’s not good enough, love,” Blaise whispered before pushing her back down on her back on the soft satin sheets. Draco and Blaise each grabbed one of her hands and slowly pulled them above her head, distracting and teasing her with light caresses and kisses. Blaise murmured a spell that Hermione didn’t quite catch before she felt something tighten around her wrists. Blaise and Draco let go and when she tried to pull her hands back down so she could grab hold of them again she found they wouldn’t move, they were tied together and to the head of the bed. She struggled for a few moments before turning back to the Slytherins who had pulled back to examine her body and Blaise’s spellwork.

“What are you doing?” Hermione asked, breathlessly, “You don’t have to tie me up, it’s not like I am going to run away.”

“We know that, love,” Draco laughed.

“This is just so you can learn your place.” Blaise finished smirking lustfully down at the bound girl.

“What do you mean, learn my place?” Hermione demanded.

“You have to relax, Hermione,” Blaise purred her name, and grinned smugly as she melted at the sound of it. He nipped at her lips, “You’re a smart girl, I’m sure you read about triad hierarchy in one of those books you got from the library” he cooed, one hand lazily tracing her right nipple, Hermione whimpered again.

“Blaise” she begged.

“Uh uh, Hermione,” Blaise said, pinching one of her nipples and turning to smirk at Draco, “You have to earn the right to use my name in private, Draco’s too.”

Hermione’s eyes increased to the size of saucers, “N..no!” she stuttered.

“What was that, love?” Blaise asked, tweaking her other nipple.

“I said, NO!” Hermione said forcefully. Blaise pulled back from the girl, giving her a calculating look before turning to Draco, with a smirk.

“That sounds like a challenge, Draco,” Blaise said, addressing his counterpart.

“I have to agree, Blaise,” Draco replied turning to smirk at Hermione, “You sure you can handle it, love.”

“I can handle anything you can dish out, Malfoy,” Hermione retorted, scathingly.

The smirk left Draco’s face and he narrowed his eyes, “Is that right?” Draco turned back to Blaise, “Most definitely a challenge,” he confirmed with a smirk.

“Oh goodie,” Blaise replied as he raked his eyes over Hermione’s body, “How shall we discipline you, my little kitten?” He dipped one of his fingers past her wet folds and started caressing her hardened nub. Hermione moaned.

“You like that, don’t you love?” Blaise asked. Hermione’s face turned red and she tried to fight the feeling, refusing to moan.

Draco leaned forward to nip at her lips, “Come on, love, surrender, as you were meant to,” he pinched one of her nipples hard, causing her to yelp, before pulling back again, “Bet you enjoyed that, didn’t you love?”

Hermione ignored the last comment, or at least she tried to as Draco gripped her nipple again, twisting it this time as he pinched, smirking as she moaned.

She fought to put her thoughts together and form a sentence, “I..will not…ohhh….surrender!” She gasped between moans, “I present, oh, oh ohhhhh… to this triad, oh mmmmm, as an…an equal.” She managed to get out.

Blaise then pinched her clit slightly, causing the struggling girl to scream, “I don’t think so, love,” he said, watching the girl writhe and moan as he loosen his grip and caressed her lightly again, slipping two fingers inside of her, “How about I explain how this going to work,” his voice was husky and commanding. Hermione whimpered, trying to fight the battle she knew her body was losing.

“Don’t fight it, love, you’re just prolonging the inevitable,” Draco recommended, before attacking her nipples again. He was highly amused at her resistance, but proud of her continued defiance. Gods knew he hadn’t lasted as long once Blaise had started making demands.

“And besides, ‘Mione,” Blaise purred, “You already agreed to obey us, don’t you remember?” he asked innocently before sinking his teeth into the remnants of the hickey he had left during their first encounter. As a mixture of pain and pleasure enveloped Hermione the memories the words spoken that day in the library came flooding back to her and she gasped as she recalled the words that bond her in subservience to the two Slytherin’s on top of her. Had she really agreed that Draco and Blaise were her Masters? Hermione groaned in aggravation as the gravity of the situation sunk into her mind.

“See, love?” Draco cooed, “It’s useless to fight, you’re already bound to us, your Masters”

“N..no!” Hermione tried to deny. Blaise twisted her clit again as Draco twisted a nipple; Hermione screamed.

“You already agreed, Hermione,” Blaise hissed, “You can’t go back on your word now, and you can’t bond with us until you admit it.”

Hermione whimpered, still trying to sort out the conflicting emotions racing through her and maintain her stance. Draco looked at Blaise, silently asking what they should do next to get her to cave to their demands. Blaise flashed his magically sharpened teeth and reached out and started rolling Hermione’s left nipple between his fingers; he looked significantly at the blonde whose fingers were still busy tormenting the other nipple.

“Surrender, Hermione,” Blaise demanded. When she didn’t respond Draco and Blaise sunk their teeth into her breasts, pumping a bit more venom into her blood and Hermione’s body surrendered to their touch, “Say it, Hermione,” Blaise hissed, “Tell us who you serve!”

Hermione whimpered before whispering a barely audible, “You.”

“What was that, love?” Draco asked as he licked the blood from her breasts, letting his magic flow into it to heal the cuts, leaving the skin extra tender. Blaise pulled his hand away from her sex to await an answer.

“You, Blaise Zabini and Draco Malfoy are my Masters!” Hermione cried out, her body screaming for fulfillment they were denying her.

“Good girl,” Blaise whispered as he dropped his mouth to her lips. The kiss was different from the previous ones, Hermione could surrendered immediately, it was soft, comforting and full of all the emotions he had yet to have the chance to verbalize. Hermione easily lost herself in the kiss, only to be startled out of her reverie as she felt Draco insert his tongue passed her other lips, flicking her clit and slurping up her juices. Blaise pulled back from Hermione’s mouth, lowering his mouth to her ample bosom and began laving the orbs with his tongue as he watched Draco’s platinum topped head which was buried between their witch’s thighs, occasionally catching his eyes as the blonde looked up to watch the ecstasy dancing across Hermione’s face, and to listen to her eager moans.

A few minutes later Hermione tensed up on the verge of orgasm; Draco could feel the spasms as he continued to suck and tease her sopping cunt, and eased up a bit to keep her from going over the edge and shot a significant look at Blaise.

“Please….” Hermione whimpered, arching her body towards the retreating caresses.

“Please what?” Blaise smirked.

“Please…please…” Hermione begged, “Please M…Masters!”

“You’re learning quickly,” Blaise grinned smugly. He crashed his lips into Hermione’s once again and raised one hand to vanish the ropes binding her arms above her head.

Hermione sighed with relief as she felt the tension around her wrists disappear, and moaned as Blaise pulled back, pulling her arms with him, kissing and caressing the tender flesh chafed by the ropes, before pulling her up and between himself and Draco. When Hermione found herself on her knees, with Draco kneeling in front of her she jumped forward on to him, wrapping her arms around him and crashing her lips into his.

Blaise disentangled the two, though Draco’s hands remained on her luscious breasts, massaging them and tweaking her nipples, “Not yet, love. Right now you have to listen. Soon we’ll be as one forever.” The feel of Blaise’s hot breath on the back of her neck and the sound of his husky voice caused Hermione to shudder with arousals and melt back into his chest. She could feel his erection pressing up against the small of her back and she wiggled her body, deliberately teasing him.

“Vixen!” Blaise moaned and Hermione smirked until Blaise’s hands on her hips stilled her, before one hand slipped forward and insinuated itself between her legs. Blaise’s voice cleared as he began speaking again, “Will you promise, from his day forward to stay with us, love and cherish us until the end of this life and into the next?”

“I do,” she responded, trying to suppress the pleasure she was feeling and concentrate on the words, “Is this…?” she began but Draco cut her off.

“Shhhh, love. No questions now,” he purred, nipping softly at her lips, “Do you promise to defer to us and obey, especially in cases concerning your well being?”

Hermione struggled to understand the implications of the words, and her hesitation earned her a pinched clit and a twisted nipple. She was hardly aware of yelling “Yes!” before whimpering.

Blaise and Draco exchanged real smiles before they returned their gaze back to their witch and said in unison, their fingers still dancing over Hermione’s skin sending waves of near orgasmic pleasure through her body, “We the Veela, Blaise Zabini and Draco Malfoy, from this day forth take muggleborn witch Hermione Granger as our mate for evermore, to love, cherish and protect, in life and death. Do you, Hermione Granger, accept us as your lovers, protectors and as fathers of your children? Do you, of your own free will, bind your soul to ours to complete this triad and to complete yourself?”

Hermione answered before the final words had died on their lips, calling out a heartfelt, “YES!” and as she did so an intense orgasm ripped through her body as she felt both Draco and Blaise sink their fangs into either side of her neck and give her the final massive dose of venom that would complete their bond. She blacked out before it ended.

She came to a few minutes later and found herself lying on her back, Draco alternating between caressing the marks on either side of her neck with his tongue, as well as gently massaging her abused breast, and Blaise between her lets drinking her essence and teasing the over sensitized pearl of her sex. It wasn’t long before they managed to bring her to climax yet again; this time she remained conscious though her entire body felt like jelly. She opened her eyes as she felt Draco and Blaise retreat from her body and was met with sight of the two Veela kissing passionately. Her eyes drifted down and rested at the sight of the two huge, rock hard cocks. Draco’s was slightly shorter, but a tad wider than Blaise’s; the shaft was white as porcelain but the protruding veins and head was a shade of purple, which Hermione didn’t expect. Blaise’s cock was slightly darker than the golden colour of his skin, with the veins and head tinged with a similar purple that dominated the same features on Draco’s. She watched them for a few minutes and seeing that they were still caught up with each other she decided to return the favors they bestowed on her, but as soon as she started moving she found herself pinned down again by both boys.

“And where exactly are you going, love?” Draco asked with an amused smirk.

“No where, I just thought you might appreciate it if I repaid a few favors,” Hermione replied suggestively, adding “Masters” as an afterthought grimacing at using the word before letting her eyes wander down to their more than adequate equipment, both of which looked extremely unsatisfied as of yet.

“Is that so?” Blaise chuckled, still not letting her up, “And how exactly do you propose doing that?” He released the arm he was holding down, and after a moment Draco followed suit and Hermione pulled her body up to a sitting position. She reached out to grasp both of their cocks and lowered her head, letting her tongue dart out and lightly caress the head of each, moving from one to the other as she tried to find a comfortable rhythm to pump their shafts. Both boys let out delighted moans, and Hermione smirked up at them.

“Gods! You’re beautiful,” Draco murmured as Blaise moaned, “Perfect.”

Encouraged by their reactions Hermione took Blaise’s member in her mouth, still stroking Draco, and began sucking and caressing it with her tongue before pulling away and repeating the action on Draco. Hermione didn’t know how long this went on, but as she finally felt she was accomplishing something Blaise laced his fingers through her hair and pulled her away. She lifted her gaze to his and gave him a questioningly look.

Blaise chuckled, “You look cute when your confused,” he said before leaning in and kissing her lips, “But it’s time to move on to the next step.”

Draco’s expression, which had become forlorn as Blaise pulled Hermione back, split into a huge grin as he comprehended Blaise’s line of thought.

Hermione glanced at Draco before turning back to Blaise, “But which one…?” Blaise cut her off by holding a finger to her lips.

“You have a choice now Hermione, you can take us both at once, give up both of your virginities,” he explained, reaching around to squeeze her ass when she gave him a confused look at the mention of both her virginities. She went pale when she realized what he was talking about. Blaise chuckled and continued, “Or you can lose your conventional virginity to me and take Draco the same way after. But be aware, we will take the other one soon.” Both boys watched her intently as she made her decision, and were inwardly amused at the revelation that they could practically see the wheels turning in her head, weighing the decision.

“B..both” she stuttered, still slightly pale, “I want you both, I need you both.”

“You’re sure love?” Draco asked with a hint of a plea in his voice. Hermione gulped and nodded.

“Don’t worry, love, just relax.” Blaise cooed and guided her to her knees, before pushing Draco onto his back, and directing Hermione to straddle him and moving behind her, kissing her neck and back while rubbing her arms and stomach as she slowly relax. Blaise pushed Hermione forward a bit so that her arms held her parallel to the blonde beneath her. Draco leaned up and captured her lips in a comforting kiss, her sore nipples pressing against his pale, toned chest. Blaise’s fingers dipped into her sopping hole for a moment, drenching his fingers. He flicked her clit causing her to moan before moving his hand around to her rear. Hermione yelped and pulled back as she felt him press a finger against the rosebud of her rectum.

“Relax love,” Draco pulled her back in and nipped her lips, “I’m not going to lie and say this isn’t going to hurt. But I promise you the pain doesn’t last.” Hermione nodded and willed herself to relax as Blaise pushed his cum covered index finger farther into her ass, wiggling it a bit before removing it and repeating the process. Draco did his best to keep Hermione’s attention focused on him, his lips attached to hers, their tongues dueling fiercely. Hermione tensed slightly and pulled back when she felt Blaise insert a second finger, but Draco distracted her again by pinching one of her nipples and peppering kisses all over her face, purposely avoiding her lips as they sought out his. Once relaxed Hermione realized she didn’t really mind the feeling of Blaise’s long aristocratic fingers in her ass, and as he began scissoring his fingers to stretch the tight muscles she actually moaned.

“Good girl,” Blaise encouraged, before grabbing his wand and casting a quick lubrication spell, “You do you want in you first, me or Draco?”

“I…uh…um…oooo, I,” Hermione fumbled for an answer, “I don’t know,” she said honestly.

Blaise chuckled, “Draco,” he said simply, looking into the boy’s silver eyes.

Draco nodded and looked into Hermione’s eyes, “I want you to look at me, ‘Mione, the whole time, look into my eyes, ok?” Hermione nodded, “Just relax,” he whispered, his hands trailing down her body to grasp her hips and line up his cock with her opening. “Ready?” he asked.

Hermione took a deep breath before responding, “Yes.”

“Yes, what?” Blaise growled teasingly.

Hermione whimpered before responding, “Yes, Master.” Draco leaned in and claimed her lips once again; his eyes open and peering into her honey colored orbs as he slowly began to push into her. Hermione gasped and tensed again but loosened up before either Draco or Blaise had time to remind her.

“You’re doing great, love, the pain will be over soon,” Blaise cooed.

Draco pushed in a little further and found himself met with the resistance of her maidenhead. He kept his eyes glued to Hermione’s and without any more warning thrust into her, breaking down the barrier and removing her last vestige of innocence. Hermione cried out at the sensation, but kept her eyes open and locked on Draco’s. She calmed and took comfort in the look of concern on his face, and the love and devotion emanating from their depths. He stayed completely still, fully sheathed in her tight pussy.

“You ok, love?” Draco asked, peppering her face with kisses again. Hermione nodded and looked over her shoulder at Blaise. He was smiling indulgently down at the two and leaned in to catch her lips in a kiss before she turned back to Draco, preparing herself mentally for what was next to come.

Blaise pulled his fingers out of her ass and placed his cock at her tight back entrance, “Listen closely, love. I want you to push out with your muscles, concentrate on expanding them,” he commanded softly. Hermione responded immediately and Blaise began to inch his way into her ass. Hermione whimpered slightly in pain but didn’t try to get away. As Blaise moved farther into his witch he could feel the pulse of Draco’s cock through the thin layers of flesh inside her. Both Veela groaned at the sensation, especially when Hermione occasionally wriggled in an attempt to relieve some of the pressure. After several minutes of slow work Blaise’s shaft was firmly lodged in the brown haired witch’s ass. Both boys remained completely still, relishing the feel of finally being inside their witch.

After about a minute Hermione gave a frustrated whimper before asking, “Why aren’t you doing anything?”

“Just waiting for you, love,” Draco chuckled, and catching Blaise’s gaze began slowly pumping in and out of her ass, Blaise pulling out as Draco thrust back in. They soon set up a rhythm that had all three of them moaning in ecstasy, Hermione bucking along with them making the most of each thrust.

Hermione was surprised, she had expected a lot more pain but other than the moment when Draco broke her hymen the only bad feelings had been a bit of uncomfortable stretching that soon transformed into a pleasant friction as the boys thrust in and out of her body. Blaise’s hand snaked around Hermione’s body and down into her sex, flicking her clit as he continued to pound her ass before reaching further down to cup and caress Draco’s balls.

That did it for Draco and he shot his hot load deep into Hermione’s core, her pre-orgasm spasms milking the semen from his cock, giving a wild guttural moan as he did so, before pulling his spent member out of her. Hermione moaned at the loss and leaned down to grab Draco’s lips in a kiss, shoving her tongue in his mouth and exploring it before he pulled himself together enough to wrestle his way into her mouth. Blaise’s hand returned to Hermione’s clit as he pushed in a few more times, bringing himself to the verge of orgasm before pulling his penis completely out of her, repositioning them both and slipping his cock into her sore cunt. He kept up his attention on her clit, as he repeatedly buried his cock inside her, trying to hold back as her clenching walls brought him closer and closer to climax.

Hermione ripped her lips from Draco’s as she experienced her third orgasm of the night, screaming out in pleasure as Blaise lost control and emptied himself inside of her. As Blaise and Hermione experienced their release a warm, bright white light enveloped the three of them, tying their souls and magic together. When the light died down the only evidence that anything strange happened was the 3 identical marks, a lioness wrapped up sensually with two snakes, which was now permanently fused onto the skin of their hips.

Blaise collapsed on top of the exhausted girl and the spent boy below her before rolling off of them, pulling his cock out of Hermione and placing her in between him and Draco, right where she belonged. Draco and Blaise wrapped their arms around the already sleeping girl, exchanged and exhausted kiss before they too fell into the oblivion of sleep.

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A/N: Review please.

Thanks to everyone who has reviewed and said such nice things. YOu all rock. So this chapter took me the longest to write, I have never written anything of this sort before so I hope it's decent. Next chapter has started, I've got to the point again where I am just writing I have no idea what the hell I am going to write next so hopefully it says good.

Till next time, happy reading.