Claim for Life

Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, I am not making money from this, Just for fans to enjoy.

Also, I have been informed that I need to credit Zephyr for the tattoo thing, It's from her story Be Careful What You Wish. I didn't realize I was copying it when I wrote it. Just thought I would let you all know.

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Chapter 13

The next morning Blaise woke filled with an irrepressible feeling of glee as he recalled the events of the night before. He was so caught up with examining the exhausted witch sleeping peacefully in his arms he failed to notice someone watching him as intently. That is until he found a hand wrapped around his cock, coaxing it to life again. Blaise’s eyes shot up to see Draco looking at him with a cocky smirk on his face.

“Good morning, love,” Draco purred huskily, raising himself up on one arm before leaning across the unconscious witch to kiss his other lover. Blaise met him half way and noticed that Draco’s cock didn’t need any coaxing to wake up this morning. After a few minutes of heated kissing they broke apart to gaze lovingly down at their sleeping witch. Blaise traced his fingers down her body, starting at her neck all the way down to the bonding tattoo on her hip. He examined it and admired the intricacy of the way it weaved. The magic infused in it seemed to crackle as he let his fingers drift over the marked flesh. Hermione moaned and arched her body but didn’t wake up. The Veela smiled fondly down at their witch, reminiscing about the previous night.

“Do you think she’s…?” Draco asked, tracing his fingers over her stomach.

“Even we can’t tell right away,” Blaise smirked, wishing she was awake so they could have a repeat of the night before, but he knew she was likely to sleep for several more hours before even a spell could wake her up.

“She’s so beautiful,” Draco whispered, gazing, enthralled, at her peaceful face, “And I particularly enjoy these marks we’ve left on her,” he smirked and indicated to the plethora of bite marks and hickeys that marred her otherwise flawless skin, “I say we make sure she is always well adorned with these, what do you say?”

“I whole heartedly agree,” Blaise responded with a grin, leaning in to brush his fingers against the first mark he had ever given her. Confusion clouded his face as he looked at it, “I wonder what she told people when they first saw this. I don’t remember a huge commotion, which I would have expected considering Weasel’s obsession.”

Draco nodded, “She must have found a way to hide it, otherwise the gossip queens would have been all over her and the rumors would have been all over the school.”

Blaise growled, “I thought I’d made sure she couldn’t heal it through magic.”

Draco regarded the mark for a moment, frowning slightly, “Well it’s obvious she didn’t heal it, but she’s not the smartest witch of our age without reason. We’ll have to ask her.”

“Right before we tell her never to go it again,” Blaise snapped, “Think of how much of yesterday’s drama could have been avoided if people had seen our claim.”

“Or it could have been worse,” Draco reasoned, “They may have attacked her sooner out of spite, and then where would we be? We have our claim on her; no one else will ever get that chance again. Now you have any idea what we could do while we wait for her to rejoin the….” Draco found himself being tackled to the bed before he could finish his sentence.

Things were just starting to heat up when they were interrupted by a persistent tapping on the window. Draco lifted his head and froze at the sight of his fathers black eagle owl. Blaise eyed the dark creature warily as Draco wandlessly opened the window as he pulled him self off the bed. The owl settled itself on Draco’s desk, sticking out its leg for Draco to untie the message. Blaise got up off the bed and grabbed a bag of owl treats from a drawer and tossed one to the vicious owl who was glaring at the unconscious Hermione, while Draco read the note, his normally pale skin appeared bleached.

“What is it?” Blaise asked, moving to glance at the note over Draco’s shoulder.

Draco gulped, “I…I’ve been summoned…by the Dark Lord.”

“You’re not going.” Blaise spat before grabbing the letter out of Draco’s hand and crumpling it.

“I know that,” Draco sighed, “What how do I tell him that? And what do I do when he shows up to drag me there himself?” There was a note of fear evident in the blonde’s voice.

Blaise was silent for a few moments, alternately examining Draco, the haughty owl and the crumpled note in his hand. “We need to talk to Dumbledore,” he said at last after mentally narrowing down their options, “He’s kept people of that fraud of a Dark Lord’s clutches before, and he’ll do it again,” he declared before he began to collect a set of clothing, motioning for Draco to get dressed, as well, and forcing the owl back out the window.

“We’re going now?” Draco asked, incredulous, turning his gaze to rest on their still sleeping mate, “We can’t just leave her can we?”

“We’ll ward the room, nothing will get in; nothing will get out. We’ll be back before she even wakes up.” Blaise assured, tossing a pair of pants at Draco and pulling on a t shirt, “We also need to talk to Dumbledore about extra protection for Hermione, just because she is no longer part of the Order doesn’t mean she’s off the Death Eater’s hit list. We also need to have Hermione’ schedule changed so she has all of her classes with us.”

“I just don’t feel right leaving her, she’s so vulnerable right now,” Draco eyed the sleeping witch longingly, reluctantly buttoning up the pants.

“We won’t be long, so stop wasting time, the sooner we leave the sooner we’re back in that bed with her,” Blaise was becoming annoyed with Draco’s resistance, “Now let’s go!” he demanded, shoving a shirt into Draco’s hand as he grabbed his wand and started warding the entrances and windows. They both kissed Hermione softly, reassuring her sleeping form they would return, before slipping out the door and warding it as well before turning on their heels and heading for the Headmaster’s office.

It was Friday and the rest of the school still had classes, which just happened to let out as Draco and Blaise headed towards their destination, annoying the two Slytherin’s who had to force people out of their way as they made their way to their destination.

“Oi!” They were stopped by the form of Harry Potter standing in front of them.

“Where’s Hermione? Is she alright?” He grilled.

“She’s fine Potter, she’s sleeping right now,” Blaise said, before dismissing the raven haired Gryffindor and stepping passed him.

“Did you do something to her?” Harry asked, blocking the Slytherin again.

Draco let out a bark of laughter, “We bonded with her Potter. Of course we did things to her. Don’t worry your thick head about it she’s perfectly safe with us, which is more than I can say about you.”

“What is that suppose to mean,” Harry queried.

It was Blaise who answered, “Letting her join the Order of the Phoenix? Does that ring a bell? Now not only is she a target from the Dark Lord for her heritage but for her association with you and that suicidal order as well.”

Harry began to protest but Draco cut him short, “Don’t worry Potter, we’ll let her stay friends with you, but there is no way she is fighting in this war. As soon as we graduate we’re going into hiding, with Hermione.”

“And Hermione agreed to this?” Harry asked, incredulous.

“She doesn’t have a choice, we decided and that’s what’s going to be done.” Blaise stated.

Both of Harry’s eyebrows jumped to his hairline and he gave a snort of laughter, “Yeah, well good luck with that,”

Now it was the Slytherin’s turn to ask, “What the hell does that mean?”

“You really think Hermione joined this war just because of me? She joined it because it’s a cause she believes in, and because it affects her so much. Don’t go making executive decisions concerning her without her input, it will only set you up for trouble.” Harry advised, “She’s stubborn and can be downright manipulative at times, don’t think she’ll just smile and nod to everything you say.”

“Whatever, Potter,” Draco dismissed, “Now if you’ll excuse us we need to go see the Headmaster and then get back to our mate.”

Harry let them step around him this time, shaking his head at the attitude of the Slytherin’s, “You have no idea what you’ve gotten yourself into with her,” he muttered to himself before turning in the opposite direction of his next class and making his way to the owlery.

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When Blaise and Draco reached the Headmaster’s office the gargoyles jumped aside before they even tried to guess the password permitting them access.

The boys climbed onto the rotating staircase and upon reaching the top strode straight into the office without knocking. Dumbledore was sitting at his desk, with an amused smile on his face and twinkle in his eyes.

“Good morning, gentlemen, I was wondering when I would be see you this morning,” he said amicably, “I trust the bonding was a success?”

Blaise nodded, “It was Professor, but we’re here for another reason right now.” He tossed the crumpled note on the oak desk. Professor Dumbledore smoothed it out and skimmed over the contents before returning his gaze to the two boys in front of them.

“When did this arrive?” He asked his face and voice serious.

“This morning,” Draco replied, fidgeting slightly.

“I see,” Dumbledore pondered, “What course of action were you considering?”

“Extra protection for Draco and Hermione now,” Blaise stated simply, “And somewhere to go into hiding as soon as we graduate. Money is no concern. Can you help us?”

Dumbledore contemplated the two Veela in front for a moment before answering, “Have you discussed your intentions with Miss Granger yet?”

“She was still asleep when we received the note, she’s still in my room,” Draco explained, “We warded the room well.”

“I’m sure, you are both exceptional students and powerful wizards in your own right, “Dumbledore said, “But you must remember, so is Miss Granger. She is also a Gryffindor to boot and will not look fondly on being forced into hiding while her friends are out fighting, especially for a cause she believes in.”

“Well that’s something she is just going to have to deal with.” Blaise retorted resolutely.

“I have another option for you,” Dumbledore suggested, continuing before either boy could cut him off, “Help the order, help end this war faster, for yourselves and for your mate. She has a lot riding on this war as a muggleborn. Take action to remove the threat instead of just standing idly by and waiting for them to find you. You both have as much to lose as you mate in this war, if the Light loses all of your lives will be forfeit, and I doubt Voldemort, “ both Draco and Blaise shuddered at the sound of the name, “would make your deaths clean and painless.”

“Save us your ill aimed recruitment attempts, either help to hide us or we will find someone else,” Blaise unyieldingly demanded.

Dumbledore sighed, “Alright Mr. Zabini, I will help you and your mates. I will look into finding a safe house for you once you graduate, but that is a while off so we will discuss that further at a later date.”

“Fine, now what about while we are still here at school?” Draco asked, “Should we just move Hermione down into my room permanently?”

“Actually, Mr. Malfoy, the school governors have selected you to replace Mr. Goldstein as Head Boy, since he proved himself so grossly inadequate,” Dumbledore explained, “and if you choose to accept you can move into the Head Dormitories with Miss Granger, and bring Mr. Zabini with you. The rooms are already well warded, but you would have special permission to add whatever extra wards you feel are necessary under the condition they do not kill anyone who tries to pass them and that the faculty and staff are given full access in case of an emergency.”

Blaise and Draco shared a quick look before Draco nodded to the Headmaster, “I’ll do it.”

“Excellent,” Dumbledore chirped, “When Miss Granger wakes up I will have some house elves go down to move your possessions into your new room. I’m sure you’re already aware of the location of the Head Dorms and the password, which you can change at your leisure; just make sure to inform me of the changes. Now I suggest you return to your mate before she wakes up, and perhaps you should stop by the kitchens to get some breakfast for yourselves.”

The Veela nodded their thanks to the old wizard and left the office without further ado. Dumbledore smiled to himself and turned to his phoenix, who was sitting on the perch behind him, “We’ll be seeing them again soon and I doubt their resolve will remain so firm.” Fawkes trilled his agreement.

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Hermione woke up, startled and sore, not remembering at first where she was and how she got there. She glanced around the room, taking in the green and silver upholstery, the dark stained wood and the various male accoutrements that filled the room, the memories of the night before coming back to her in a rush. Unfortunately her lovers were no where to be seen. She stood up slowly, testing and stretching her abused muscles, wrapping a sheet around her lithe body and began searching for any sign of the two Slytherins. She was momentarily distracted by the sight of her reflection in the mirror. She was covered in bite marks! She realized and peeled back the sheet to examine the rest of the graffiti Blaise and Draco’s teeth and tongues left on her skin. She didn’t even remember where half of these came from! Even her normally dusty pink nipples were an irritated red color. Her inspection was interrupted by the sound of Hedwig tapping on the window. Hermione smiled as she wrapped the sheet around herself again and went to open the window, only to have her hand forcefully reflected, the crackle of magic ringing in the air.

Hermione frowned, why was there such intense wards on the window? She began digging around through her discarded clothes that littered the floor, searching for her wand. Upon finding it she turned back to the window and began casting spells to determine the nature of the wards before disabling them and opening the window so the Snowy Owl could enter the room. Hermione saw the owl treats tossed on the desk and grabbed them, placing her wand on the surface before feeding one to Hedwig before untying the note from her leg. The owl nibbled on her fingers affectionately as Hermione unrolled the piece of parchment and read Harry’s note.

Hermione,

Hoping you’re alright. I just ran into your mates in the hall, they said you were sleeping but I wanted to just make sure with you that everything is alright and that you’re not hurt. Ginny and I found out a bit of what happened with Goldstein, we’re so sorry we weren’t there to help. Dumbledore says Zabini put him in a coma. Anyway, they are blaming me for your involvement in the Order and they’re pretty keen on keeping you out of the fight, though the gits gave me ‘permission’ to still be friends with you, the nerve of them. Anyway, maybe you could stop by the Gryffindor common room later, Ginny and I want to know what your story of the events of last night (well concerning Goldstein attack anyway). Send word with Hedwig, and remember if you need anything all you have to do is ask.

Harry

Hermione let out an aggravated sigh at reading of Blaise and Draco’s high handedness and sat down to scribble a reply to Harry telling him she would stop by sometime that evening unless something came up.

She was just finishing tying the note to Hedwig’s leg, feeding her another own treat and caressing her soft feathers with a whispered word of thanks when the Malfoy eagle owl swooped back into the room, driving for Hermione, his claws outstretched and trying slash the naked girl. Hermione screamed and ducked out of the way of the sinister creature and Hedwig leaped to defend her master’s friend. Hermione ducked underneath the bed to avoid the fighting birds, who proceeded to tear at each other and the contents of the room.

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Draco and Blaise had just entered the hallway leading to Draco’s private room, both laden down with food they’d received from the elves when they first heard the screeching commotion coming from their room. Dropping their loads, they ran to the door, they wandlessly disabled the wards before bursting in to see the two owls in the process of decimating the room, Hermione was no where to be seen.

Draco aimed a couple of stunning spells at the raging birds before approaching the window and examining it for signs of forced entry, “What the hell happened here? How did this window open? I set the wards myself, no one but you or I should have been able to disable them,” he said, turning to Blaise who looked equally perplexed.

“What I want to know is where the hell is Hermione?” Blaise said, assessing the damage to the room.

“I’m right here,” Hermione replied, pulling herself out from under the bed, still wrapped up in a sheet, “Where the hell did you two go?”

Blaise and Draco rushed over to their annoyed mate and started inspecting her for any sign of injury, “We went to see Dumbledore.” Blaise explained tersely, “How the hell did the window open?” he demanded.

Hermione pulled herself out of the boys clutches and crossing the room to pick up Hedwig, who still had the note Hermione wrote attached to her leg, “I opened it, Hedwig was bringing me a letter, I had to let her in.” She placed the stunned owl down on the bed before retrieving the wand and casting a quick spell to awaken the unconscious creature, then cast a few healing charms to close up the cuts inflicted by the black owl.

“And who exactly does this Hedwig belong to?” Draco asked, eyeing the white owl.

“She’s Harry’s owl, he was just checking up on me.” Hermione answered, “Asked me to stop by the Gryffindor common room later.” Hermione smoothed a couple of Hedwig’s feathers before the owl took flight and soared out the window. Hermione turned back to her angry mates.

“You’re not going.” Blaise stated, as if the fact were non-negotiable.

Hermione’s eyebrows reached towards her hairline, “Really?” she asked.

“Not without us,” Draco amended approaching the nearly naked girl.

“Whatever,” Hermione shrugged, “Who does the eagle owl belong to? It attacked me after I let Hedwig in.”

“That is my father’s owl,” Draco responded, his voice tight.

“How did you remove the wards, Hermione?” Blaise asked, his voice taking a slightly accusatory tone.

“A couple of revealing charms and then counter spells, it wasn’t particularly difficult,” she explained, watching as Blaise picked up the discarded note and skimmed it before turning back, eyes narrowed, to his newest lover.

“We put those wards up for a reason,” He spat out quietly, “How are we suppose to protect you when you keep putting yourself at risk.”

Hermione looked at him levelly, “I know you feel this insane need to protect me, but I assure you I can take care of myself.” She paused for a moment to assess the boys in front of her, “I refuse to quit the order,” she finished simply, staring the boys down waiting for their rebuttal.

“No!” was their simultaneous response.

“Hermione, it’s too dangerous, you’re at risk enough being a muggleborn,” Draco tried to reason, Blaise fervently agreeing.

“Exactly! I’m at risk anyway, and I’m not going to sit around like some useless twit while a maniac goes around killing people like me just for being like me. I am not ashamed to be a muggleborn, in fact I am proud of my heritage, and I will fight for this cause because it is the only way I can insure my own continued prosperity and the prosperity of the entire wizarding world!” She asserted, “I am one of the most powerful witches of our generation and I refuse to waste my talents hiding like a coward. The only way I can be happy, we can be happy is if Voldemort dies.” Both boys flinched.

“Hermione, please,” Blaise pleaded, still managing to sound demanding, “We can’t lose you, our lives are connected now, this isn’t our place.”

“It may not be yours, but it is mine,” Hermione face and voice was harsh, “Ever since I entered the magical world I have been faced with prejudice and slander, just because my parents weren’t part of this world and I have proved myself over and over again, but that’s still not enough. People like you have insulted and belittled me from the start despite my success and talent. I have been fighting since I was 11 and until this fight is over I cannot bow out. I didn’t ask for this bond but I accepted it, I accepted both of you where you only rejected me in the past. Until this war is fought and won by the Light, by us I won’t be regarded as a positive addition to the wizarding world, no muggleborn will. Our relationship contradicts convention, why should you stick to those conventions that have limited you your entire lives? Fight by my side and protect me in this battle as I will protect you and we will make it through this war, and then we can live happily ever after in peace.” She finished her rant, imploring them to listen, to understand, and to accept the reasons why she couldn’t turn her back on this fight. When Draco and Blaise didn’t speak she pushed on, “Together we’re stronger than we were before, the power of 3 x 3, if we fought we would give the light a huge advantage, we can help end this. Please, I’m sick of living in fear, of trying to prove my worth daily only to have my efforts ignored and demeaned. If I’m to have a place in this world I am going to carve it for myself, not just stand in someone else’s shadow.”

“You mean like you stand in Potter’s shadow?” Draco asked bitterly.

“Harry and I are friends, we work together as equals, utilizing our different talents to a common means,” Hermione replied, her patience running thin, “If you can’t understand that then maybe I made a mistake agreeing to bond with you. I accepted you for what you are, it’s time you accept me for what I am, a muggleborn witch, a member of the Order of the Phoenix and a sworn enemy of Voldemort and I will not rest until I, and every other muggleborn out there, can walk down Diagon Alley or any other wizarding center and not have to deal with discrimination. Can you do this, for me? For us?” The conviction in her voice was evident as she implored her lovers.

The room lapsed into an uncomfortable silence, neither Blaise nor Draco knowing what to say or do. Their instincts told them to hide her from the world and from adversity, but their hearts and minds heard her plea and understood it as much as a couple of spoiled purebloods could. They had been handed everything in their life, even if their home lives hadn’t been loving, and were quite willing to take the road of least or no resistance. Hermione’s need to stand up and fight for what she believed in was somewhat shocking.

Blaise broke the silence, “It’s too dangerous…”

“And sitting around hiding, waiting for someone to knock down our door is any better? Even if we run and the Light wins we’ll still be in danger, me because of what I am and both of you because of who you are, for you not joining the ranks of Death Eaters and for bonding with a muggleborn,” Hermione ranted fervently, “I don’t want to live a life of captivity, self imposed or not and I don’t want that kind of life for our children. So whether you like it or not I will fight for my freedom, for your freedom, for our children’s freedom.”

Blaise and Draco both looked embarrassed. “You sure know how to tear a guy down,” Blaise said, shaking his head, “How about a compromise?”

Draco shot Blaise a startled look as Hermione nodded, “I’m listening.”

Blaise struggled to sort out his thoughts for a moment before speaking again, “You…you can remain in the order, but Draco and I are going to be right there by your side. I want you to stay as far from the fighting as possible. And I want you to promise me that if you get pregnant you will not risk yourself or our children.”

“I don’t know if I can avoid being involved in a battle, but if you are with me I know nothing will happen.” Hermione beseeched them, “You already saved me once, and from what I hear did some serious damage. If you’re both with me I don’t see how we could lose.”

“One more condition,” Draco cut in before Blaise had a chance to agree. Both his mates eyed him curiously as he paused before continuing, “You have to submit to both of us in matters of sex, whenever, wherever, forever. You must give into our every sexual demand, no matter how kinky.”

“Deal,” Hermione granted, “But you’re going to have to teach me, I don’t have a lot of experience, as you know. And you know how I love to learn.” She threw the boys a wicked smirk and they groaned.

“Keep looking at us like that and we’ll never let you leave the bedroom,” Blaise said advancing on the girl.

“The concept is intriguing but not very practical,” Hermione quipped, dropping the sheet around her body before Blaise’s lips collided with hers, his tongue making his claim on her mouth very clear. They broke apart at the sound of Draco clearing his throat from across the room.

“How about we take this elsewhere and christen our new bed?” He asked, eyeing Hermione’s naked body lustfully.

“New bed?” Hermione asked, looking around the room confused, “But the owls didn’t damage your bed.”

Blaise chuckled and turned to Draco, “Do you want to tell her, or shall I?”

Draco smirked, “You’re looking at your new partner in crime. I’m Head Boy now.”

Hermione squealed as she ran over and jumped into Draco’s arm, giving him a sound kiss, “I’m so proud of you!” she beamed.

“Then get some clothes on and we’ll go claim our territory,” Draco said heatedly, “Before I forget my suggestion and Blaise and I shag you standing.”

Hermione gave each of them another kiss, each taking the opportunity for a quick grope, and grabbed her clothes, repairing them with her wand where Draco has ripped them in his haste the previous night before Draco and Blaise hooked their arms through hers and pulled her from the room after quickly calling for the elves to move their possessions.

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A/N: review. So I am down to one chapter a day now. Thanksto everyone who has reviewed, especially that really long Anon comment and to Stratyllis who let me know about the tattoo thing. Next chapter is going to be another smut scene, so enjoy, I don't know if I will be able to post it tomorrow because I have a party tonight and a bender to continue tomorrow, so maybe Tuesday. Enjoy the long weekend peoples!

Ciao!