The Family Jewels

Chapter 14
17 Again

Dobby the house-elf popped in to the Head Dorms just after the candles had been blown out. He insisted that he be the one to serve cake to everyone. Draco didn’t really pay much attention to him, but Hermione said, “Dobby, you don’t have to do this. Everyone can just grab a plate after I put a slice of cake on it.”

“I is doing it for you and your friend, miss, not the Young Master,” Dobby sniffed at her. “I is knowing how to do it right, miss, just as your friend said.”

“Dobby, who is this friend you keep talking about?”

Dobby pointed shyly at Blaise. “Mister Blaise Zabini is asking Dobby to bake a cake, and is paying him with his own Galleons.”

“You are doing a wonderful job, Dobby. But there’s someone I must speak to,” Hermione said, trying to get to Blaise through the crowd.

“There seems to be a house-elf here, but I don’t remember his name on the invite list,” Hermione whispered in Blaise’s ear.

Blaise put up both hands in surrender, suddenly seeming very Italian, “I had to go to Dobby, Hermione; I know how you feel about slave labor and all that. I would have hired a bakery to bake the cake, but Dobby wouldn’t give me the recipe, went on and on about it being a secret.”

“I know you paid him, and I just wanted to thank you for being so sweet,” she kissed him on the cheek, and then went to get a piece of cake herself.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Pansy Parkinson was seated on the lap of Ron Weasley, who currently had one hand up the front of her shirt, the other between her legs and was a much better kisser than she would have anticipated. She wriggled her bottom against his hard-on again, and thought that maybe this evening wasn’t going to be such a waste. He was a good looking Pureblood; she didn’t care if he was a Gryffindor. It wasn’t as if she was planning on marrying him, just, “Ron, right there,” she breathed in his ear.

Michael Corner and Lavender Brown came over to wish Draco a Happy Birthday again and say goodnight before they left hand in hand. “The usual in the blue shots, then, Blaise?” Draco drawled in his ear.

“Of course, my friend, you stick with the old standbys on special occasions.” Blaise smirked at Draco as they watched Harry and Ginny attempt to pull themselves together enough to say goodnight to Hermione.

“Great party, Hermione, thanks for inviting us,” Harry stammered as he attempted to hide his obvious erection.

“I didn’t invite you, Blaise did,” Hermione said, noticing that Ginny’s blouse was misbuttoned.

“Oh, I’m sure you’ll be able to thank Blaise for us,” Ginny said with a naughty look.

“What?” Harry asked when Hermione gave him a severe look, “It certainly doesn’t seem like Zabini cares about keeping you guys a secret. You never said not to tell anyone, and you were kissing like that today in plain view.”

“I suppose that is true,” Hermione said slowly, eyeing Draco and Blaise, who were quietly talking and laughing as they surveyed the effects of the lust potion on their guests.

Hermione watched as Ron and Pansy had a short discussion, then Pansy stood up and waited for Ron to put his arms around her from behind and bend to kiss behind her ear. She was smiling as he whispered to her. Blaise came up behind Hermione and mimicked their stance, whispering, “Apparently, inter-house relations have reached an all time high this evening.” The door had just closed on Parvati and Miles, and Theo Nott was leaving with Hannah Abbott.

“Okay, Blaise, what was in those shot cups?” Hermione asked.

“Alcohol.” Blaise answered, always the Slytherin.

“What else, Mister Zabini?” Hermione asked persistently.

Blaise sighed, “Grey Goose vodka, Curacao, a splash of lime juice, and a fairly potent lust potion. It’s called a Blue Devil, and is it ever.” Hermione was looking scandalized. “It’s pretty standard at our parties. Probably the only two who didn’t know what they were taking were Potter and Weasley.”

“And you didn’t feel the need to inform them?” Hermione asked shaking her head, but with a small smile on her face.

“What would be the fun in that?” Blaise asked almost rhetorically. “I throw the best parties, cara, anyone will tell you that.” He took her hand, turning it over and kissing the inside of her wrist. “You are especially beautiful tonight, have I told you lately how much I love you?”

“Not since this afternoon,” she leaned closer to him, brushing her breasts against his arm.

Draco had been watching them, and began to shepherd the remaining stragglers to the door. “Thank you for coming, please take a vial of hangover potion on your way out.” Professor Snape had indeed brewed a batch of the hangover cure for them, and individual doses were now in a rack next to the door to remind everyone to take one.

As soon as everyone was gone, Blaise picked Hermione up and began to carry her up the stairs to Draco’s room. Draco followed behind them, pausing at the top of the stairs to survey the scene below him. They had thrown him a surprise party for his birthday. And all those people came, and had seemed sincere in their good wishes. ‘What was the world coming to?’ he wondered.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Blaise was whispering to Hermione as he lowered her to the duvet on Draco’s bed, his hands sliding down her body to her waist, unbuttoning her skirt and pulling it off as well as her shoes and socks. She relaxed against the pillows, raising her arms over her head so that her nipples thrust against her shirt. She listened to his words, realizing that she couldn’t understand any of them, but deciding that she didn’t care; Blaise’s voice was so erotic and they were both so gorgeous and they wanted to be with her. Her. Hermione Granger.

Draco had closed and locked the door behind him, placing his wand on the dresser after placing a silencing ward. He lost no time in removing all his clothes. He could already smell the sweet scent of sex in the air, and Blaise didn’t even have his clothes off yet.

“I love you Hermione. Blaise, you are the best friend a man could ever have. What would I have done without you today?”

“Maybe you shouldn’t try to find out,” Hermione said quietly.

“Would you like to be with us tonight, cara?” Blaise asked in a low voice as he Evanesco’d his clothes with a wave of his wand.

“Yes,” she said, not looking at them.

Draco and Blaise exchanged a look. ‘Maybe we are moving too fast,’ the look said.

But Hermione was aware of the silent communication. “Have you done this before, been with one woman?” she asked them.

Draco was silent, since he knew Blaise was in a better position to answer this question for them both. “Hermione you knew that Draco and I had been with other women before we were with you,” Blaise said, “We can’t change the past.” He kissed Hermione deeply, sliding down to rest his head on his hand as Draco moved onto her other side, delicately running his fingers down her arm and tracing her collarbone with his tongue. Draco began to unbutton her shirt, licking and kissing her neck and shoulder while Blaise slid one hand up the inside of her thigh and slid her knickers down.

Draco pushed the sides of her shirt back, and Blaise released her mouth so that they could push her shirt off her shoulders. With an ease that impressed even Blaise, Draco released the hooks of Hermione’s bra with one hand and slid it down her arms, baring her flesh completely. Blaise and Draco settled onto either side of her and with some sort of invisible signal, a mouth descended onto each of her nipples and Hermione gasped. Draco was rougher with her than Blaise, nipping at her flesh and sucking hard. Blaise held her full breast with one hand, the tip of his tongue playing with the tightened bud of her nipple, blowing his breath over the wetness that his mouth had left there. Draco was looking into Hermione’s eyes as he sucked her nipple into his mouth and pulled back slightly. She looked down at him and sighed, “Please Draco.”

“Please what?” he asked. She pushed her pussy up a little. His hand moved down and his index finger found her clit and gently rubbed on either side of it, before making a pass directly over it. She involuntarily jerked from the touch. “Oh, you are sensitive. Whatever have you been up to today, Miss Granger?” Draco asked.

He pressed the flat of his hand over her pussy, before his finger tracked a line from her clit down to her slit. His fingers played gently, rubbing her flesh and distributing her wetness. Blaise moved onto his knees next to her, his erect cock showing a dark red against his golden skin. Hermione threw her head back, and arched her back ever so slightly, trying to get Draco to move his finger deeper into her pussy. Blaise slid down on the bed, kissing the inside of her thighs, and getting closer and closer to her center. Draco pulled his finger out, and Blaise replaced it with his tongue. Blaise covered as much of her pussy with his mouth as he could and sucked her folds into his mouth.

Hermione looked at Draco, who was slowly pumping his hard cock while he watched Blaise lick her pussy. “I want to suck your cock,” she told him. Draco moved up on the bed and knelt next to her face. At first, just the tip of her tongue licked the pre-cum from the swollen purple head. Draco was finally able to ease his swollen shaft into her mouth and she alternated between sucking hard on the first 5 inches and flicking her tongue along the sensitive underside of his member. He was trying not to thrust into her mouth, when she released his cock from her mouth and began to caress his balls, licking them lightly. He groaned, and Hermione said, “Just remember, Draco, turnabout is fair play.”

“Oh don’t worry, little witch, I will remember,” Draco looked into her eyes, and she wasn’t even sure what color they were, the irises almost completely hidden by his pupils.

Blaise loved to eat pussy, and Hermione tasted like citrus and vanilla. She was becoming completely uninhibited around the two of them. Blaise slid one finger into her completely while he licked and sucked on her clit, then slowly added one more, then another. He thrust them in slowly, and then pulled them out, while he teased the tip of her clit with his tongue. Hermione’s hips began to thrust against his face, and he knew she was getting close.

She was dripping down, and Blaise placed a wet finger against her little puckered anus. He gently slid it in, then back out, working it in to get past the ring of muscle at her entrance. Draco was breathing in short bursts, and Hermione was trying to moan around Draco’s cock. Blaise held her down while he put his tongue right up against her clit and shook his head back and forth to grind it against her pelvic bone. He could tell she was coming, but he didn’t hear her pleasure noises this time since Draco chose that moment to tense and shoot his cum into her mouth. He hadn’t warned her, but Hermione tried to swallow it all. Draco pulled out of Hermione’s mouth and fell onto his back next to her on the bed. They kissed in somewhat of a haze, both coming down from the intensity of their orgasms.

Blaise also moved up on the bed to lie on the other side of Hermione, but one look at his engorged cock let her know instantly that although he had brought her to orgasm, he was still wanting. Blaise looked at Draco briefly, noting that the lust potion was getting his cock hard again. Hermione noted that there seemed to be some sort of conversation going on between Draco and Blaise, and decided that she should be part of it, “What is going on with you two?” she asked.

Blaise turned his head and then knelt next to Hermione, motioning for Draco to do the same. She looked at the two of them, then at their hard cocks, but she was quicker than they would have imagined. “I want Draco behind me for the first time; because there’s no way Blaise is ever going to fit.”

“Ladies’ choice of course, cara,” Blaise said. Although Draco and Blaise were about the same length, Blaise was much thicker, and the head of his cock was quite large. Blaise smirked at Draco, and then lay down on his back; Hermione went to sit on his hips, when she felt Draco’s hands gently moving her so that she was on her hands and knees in front of Blaise’s cock. Draco moved behind her and began to lick and tongue her anus in earnest. At first it seemed strange, but he seemed to be enjoying it so much that she decided it was okay for her to enjoy it too. She began to thrust back at him a little as he pushed a finger in while his tongue continued to circle. Blaise’s cock was standing straight up in front of her face, so she wrapped her lips around it. Draco was making her more and more turned on, and since there was little she could do in this position, she sucked Blaise harder when she felt a wave of lust come over her.

Draco added another finger to her port of rear entry, and began to scissor his fingers in preparation for his cock. “Blaise, can you reach that bottle there?” Blaise looked annoyed that anything was distracting him from the incredible blow job he was receiving, but he was able to grab a small bottle from the table beside the bed and throw it to Draco. “Thanks, mate. You’re a real pal.”

Blaise realized that Draco was just trying to distract him from the pleasure, so he just gave him the finger in reply and closed his eyes. Draco squirted the contents of the bottle directly into Hermione. It was a special lube that he bought in Knockturn Alley. It was long lasting, tasteless, and had a pain killer as part of the ingredients. Once the lube was in place, she began to move against his fingers as he thrust into her. Draco placed one hand on her shoulder to let her know that he was ready. She pulled her lips back from Blaise’s cock, rose up on her knees over him, spreading her legs far apart. Blaise positioned the head of his cock at the lips of her sex and was fascinated at the way she seemed to swallow him as she pushed down.

Once Hermione and Blaise had an established rhythm, Draco moved his cock to her anus. Blaise stilled, in preparation for Draco to fill her too. He slid in very slowly, making shallow thrusts then pulling back, moving farther each time, till finally he was inside her, balls deep. Only a thin membrane separated the two of them, and they could feel each other inside her. Blaise began to move in counterpoint to Draco, thrusting in when he was pulling back. It was so tight inside her, both of the guys were thinking of ice and snow in order to not come. When Blaise heard Hermione start making those little sounds of pleasure he began to thrust harder, faster. Blaise called Hermione’s name as he came, his thrusts pushing her into orgasm. Hermione fell forward slightly as she came, but Draco just moved with her. He was so close, just a few more strokes, then he came too, almost quietly, with a small groan before he pulled out and collapsed on the bed.

Draco lay on his back and gathered Hermione to his chest. “I love you Hermione. Remind me that this is what I want every year on my birthday.”

Hermione relaxed her head into the hollow of his shoulder, wrapping an arm around his waist. “I love you too, Draco. Blaise, sweetheart, please hold me.”

“Of course, cara,” said Blaise, wrapping his arm around her waist and snuggling his cock gently into the cleft of her arse. “Ti amo, bella.”