Heirarchy of Love (Previously Claim for Life)

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Chapter 18

Blaise and Draco didn’t say a word as they propelled Hermione all the way back to the Head Dorms. As soon as they were through the door Draco slammed Hermione into the wall and pinned her there with his own body.

“What the fuck are you thinking?” he hissed, “Do you have any idea what they will do to you to get me and Blaise to submit to him? They’d probably start off with raping you before they moved to a few rapidly fired crucio’s!”

Blaise pulled the irate blonde of their witch rather forcefully and looked down at the defiant girl grimly, “Hermione, why can’t you just accept that we are trying to protect you?”

“The best defense is a good offense,” Hermione retorted stubbornly, “You know it’s a good plan, Blaise.”

Draco, who had been pacing behind Blaise and muttering about damnable Gryffindors, crazy wenches and suicidal ideas, stopped to listen for Blaise’s response.

“And if they found a way to neutralize our powers so the ambush isn’t possible and we are left at their mercy?” Blaise asked.

“Do you know a way to neutralize the power of a Veela bond?” Hermione questioned. Blaise shook his head and lapsed back into silence, still regarding the increasingly confident witch.

“You can’t actually be considering this?!” Draco asked, incredulous. Blaise shot him a look telling him to be quiet. Draco huffed but didn’t say anything further. Blaise returned his gaze to the willful brunette. He took a step closer to her and lightly trailed his hands up her arms causing her to shiver slightly. He smelled the arousal flare up from her and smirked, he had her exactly where he wanted her. His right hand continued it’s journey as his hands reached her shoulders, his left hand trailing back down the arm. His right hand delicately traced Hermione’s collarbone and drifted up her neck only coming to rest gently on her cheek. Hermione’s eyes had closed and she was leaning into the hand. Blaise repositioned his hand so his palm rested on her cheek and slid his hand so that his fingers were buried in her mop of luxurious hair.

Hermione’s eyes drifted open and she was presented with the sight of Blaise’s lust darkened eyes not three inches from hers. Her entire body was tingling though she knew she should be focusing on the issue at hand.

“I have a compromise, cara,” the Italian whispered huskily. Draco was watching this interaction closely, having positioned himself so he was leaning against the wall to conversing couple’s right. Blaise spared the blonde a quick smirk before turning back to their aroused mate.

Hermione licked her dry lips and pressed them together before croaking, “Well?” Blaise leaned in and ghosted Hermione’s lips with his, his eyes never leaving hers until he dropped his head and brought his hot mouth to her neck and massaging a path of skin until he reached her earlobe where he tore his lips from the moaning and squirming girl in his arms.

“Only two of us go,” Blaise breathed heavily into her ear, his moist breathe causing goosebumps to rise up on her skin, “One stays to bring back the others if something goes wrong.” He reattached his lips to the pulse point right below her ear and she moaned even louder.

“W…Which…mmmmm…tw…two?” Hermione gasped as Blaise continued his assault of her neck. Hermione let out a mewling sound as Blaise bit down on her neck before soothing the sore flesh with his tongue.

“Who do you think?” Blaise murmured, still tormenting her senses, “I’d be no true Veela if I let you walk into that situation, with or without us.” Blaise slipped his hand up Hermione’s shirt all the way to her bra. He quickly undid the front clasp and cupped his hand around one of her now exposed breasts, pinching the nipple softly.

Hermione let out a soft, needy whimper.

“Blaise…” she moaned, trying to find the words to protest his declaration and not beg for what she knew he was waiting for her to beg for. Conceited git! Hermione thought before her mind was cleared by Blaise pinching her nipple again, this time with a slight twist. Hermione threw her head back as another moan escaped her lips and she smashed her head against the wall. Blaise pulled her away and lead her to the couch caressing the bump on her head, Draco following a step behind. He leaned in and gently placed a kiss on her lips as soon as they were seated.

“Blaise,” Hermione protested, “Remember what I said earlier.”

“I haven’t forgotten, love,” Blaise smirked, “But you know how I love to tease you.” Blaise vanished Hermione’s shirt and bra with a quick flick of his hand and he attacked her breasts with his hands and mouth, pushing forward to force her to lean back into Draco who began lightly running his fingers over her stomach and arms, occasionally teasing her legs.

“So what do you say, cara?” Blaise asked, replacing his mouth on her nipples with his fingers and rolling them gently as he stared lustfully into her eyes.

“I don’t want to be left out of this,” Hermione gasped between moans.

“But you won’t be left out, love,” Draco whispered huskily into her ear, catching Blaise’s drift, “You’ll be responsible for bringing us back safely; you will be a careful observer and protector.” He lowered his head to nibble on the pulse point at the conjunction of her neck and shoulder.

“But…” Hermione began only to be cut off again by another twist to her nipple. She moaned and Blaise smirked down at her smugly.

“Agree, cara,” he stated firmly, ceasing his caresses so she could answer, “It’s the only way we will go through with this.”

“Don’t agree, love,” Draco whispered urgently, “I don’t want any of us involved in this.”

“I don’t want to risk either of you as much as you don’t want to risk me, Draco doesn’t want to go, why can’t he stay?” Hermione appealed, but seeing Blaise’s determined expression she sighed, “Alright, if Draco goes willingly and we do some extra protection spells for both of you then I will agree to be the safe guard. But I want you to understand that I hate this!”

Blaise had the grace not to look too triumphant before he leaned in to press his soft lips against hers, “I know, love, and I thank you for doing this,” he said sincerely. He pulled back and looked up at Draco who was watching him uncertainty etched on his face, he leaned in and lightly kissed Draco, never breaking his eye contact, “Are you alright with this, Draco?”

“Draco, if you don’t want to go let me go in your stead,” Hermione pleaded. Draco looked into her eyes for a moment before turning back to Blaise.

“I’ll do it,” he said and felt Hermione sag, disappointed, back into his chest.

Blaise smiled and turned back to his disappointed witch, wondering if he could push his advantage further.

“One more condition, love,” he said, brushing a piece of hair from her face. She glanced up at him warily.

“Whatever it is, no,” Hermione said, “I’m giving up enough already.” Blaise nodded wisely before turning back to Draco.

“So, since our witch has a no intercourse rule for the next three days how about we go take our pleasures in each other?” He asked, a hungry smirk dominating his features.

Draco returned the look, “I think that would be quite excellent,” he returned, extracting himself from the girl and standing up. Hermione squeaked in protest as Blaise followed.

“Are you just going to leave me here?” she demanded petulantly.

Blaise smirked down at her indignant form, “You can come,” he said, pausing until she began to stand up, a smug look on her face, “Under one condition.”

Hermione stopped and narrowed her eyes at the Italian, “And that is?” she asked sweetly, though she was gritting her teeth.

“I want you tied down,” Blaise’s smirk, if possible, got wider.

Hermione smirked right back, “All right then,” she responded pulling herself to her feet, “But we also have to inform Dumbledore of our decision sometime today,”

“We know love,” Draco said impatiently, “Now, I want sex, so let’s go!”

Blaise and Hermione shared a brief laugh before Draco stormed up to them and pulled them both up into the bedroom.

***
Later that day, when one of the school owls appeared at his office window with a note from the triad telling the Headmaster of their decision and compromise a small smile began to tug at the lips of the previously grim wizard.

‘This might actually work,’ he thought to himself, turning his attention back to the parchment he had been studying all afternoon. He had paid Professor Trelawney a visit after lunch and she had startled him with another prediction, which of course she couldn’t recall in the least

The prophesy spoke of Harry, the triad and a spell that could destroy Voldemort once and for all. The only problem was, never in all his years had he ever heard of this spell or anything remotely like it.

The spell worked to transfer the power of a triad to another individual who could then, temporarily, control the essence of magic. If they did this Harry could become invincible for long enough to destroy Voldmort and maybe even most of his Death Eaters.

If only they could find that spell!

Dumbledore grinned to himself and turned back to the note from the triad, “Well Fawkes,” he said to the phoenix preening on it’s perch behind the Headmaster, “Looks like Hermione is going to get to be a lot more involved than she feared to be. Could you please go fetch her for me, she’ll want to start researching as soon as possible.”

Fawkes crooned and disappeared in a ball of flame.

***
Four days later found Hermione sneaking out of the Head Dorms early in the morning. Blaise and Draco had exhausted themselves out the previous night while having her tied down once again. The boys certainly did like to tease her with extremely erotic shows and salacious language when she couldn’t or wouldn’t let them fuck her. Right now she would give anything to be able to wake them up with a blow job and then let them fuck her for the rest of the day to get rid of all the tension and frustration they had been building within her for the past 4 days but she had a mission.

When Dumbledore had requested her presence in his office the afternoon after Ron’s return and told her about the new prophesy and the spell she needed to find Hermione became even more adamant that she shouldn’t be left out of this battle and a plan had formed in her brilliant mind. So now she was currently on her way to start brewing a batch of poly juice potion behind her lover’s backs. She had spent the last three days gathering and stealing the required ingredients and finding an appropriate place to brew said potion. She decided on the Room of Requirement, it was unlike that anyone would need to turn that room into a Potions lab when there was one downstairs in the dungeon, but as a double safety feature Hermione made sure to make the room unique just in case someone did need a potions lab her potion and possessions would be kept separate.

Hermione paced in front of the stretch of wall three times concentrating on her required potions lab. When the door appeared she quickly shot a few more cursory glances down the hall to make sure she was alone before stepping up to the door and hurrying in. She did a cursory inspection of the room to make sure nothing had been altered from the previous night before smiling and turning back to the bubbling day old brew. She quickly chopped up the next set of ingredients and glanced at her watch; she had another 10 minutes before she had to add them.

She glanced around the room, thinking of how to pass her time when an idea struck. She knew that Blaise brought Draco to the Room of Requirement sometimes, but whenever she asked either of them about it they always just brushed her off, mentioning something about lessons. Draco had even at times begged Blaise to come here when he didn’t think Hermione was listening or not around to hear. Their vagueness had always been a thorn in Hermione’s side and now she wondered if somehow she could get the room to change into that elusive space the boys had hidden from her.

Once, when Hermione had insisted that Blaise bring her to the room he had laughed and promised her that when she was ready he would take her.

‘Who was he to tell her when she was ready for something?’ The brunette thought angrily before the anger was overcome with a smug satisfaction, ‘Well, I’m ready now and there is no one here to stop me.’

She checked her watch again, eight minutes before the next ingredients. She set her watch alarm for seven minutes and closed her eyes thinking, “I want to be in the room where Blaise teaches Draco his lessons, I want to be in the room where Blaise teaches Draco his lessons I want to be in the room where Blaise teaches Draco his lessons.”

The first thing she noticed was when the scent of the room changed, the aroma of a sterile potions lab with the softly bubbling potion’s sour fumes disappeared and Hermione’s nostrils were assaulted by the powerful scent of both of her mates. When Hermione opened her eyes she was shocked. She was in a huge, dark bedroom. Her eyes first landed on the bed, it’s curtains drawn, and she raised her eyebrows, “Yeah, lessons, sure,” she said sarcastically to no one.

She took a few steps closer and pulled the curtains back. She was shocked to see heavy metal chains lying on the mattress and attached to the frame. She was no stranger to her mates’ bondage fetish, but they had always used ropes or silk scarves as restraints, never something this heavy. She looked closer at the bed and saw a plethora of stains barely visible on the black sheets. Hermione knew that some of the stains had to be cum, but she shuddered at the thought of what the others were from.

She stepped back and turned from the bed to examine the rest of the room and gave an audible exclamation as she approached the shelves on the left hand side of the room. She just stared at the assortment of dildos and other items that she didn’t even know what to call or think of. It seemed her lovers were a lot kinkier than she thought and she already thought them to be extremely kinky people. After her initial shock faded Hermione felt a wave of arousal shoot straight to the apex of her thighs as she continued to peruse the contents of the shelf. She picked up an inhumanly large silver dildo and examined it. It was obviously magical, as soon as she picked it up it began throbbing slightly in her hand. She hand her hands up and down it, delicately testing the texture and it shivered before the throbbing increased. Hermione placed it down again before she became to overcome with the sensations it was causing in her body. She was so wet she wanted nothing more than to retire to the bed and see if that monster would fit inside her and how it would feel.

Hermione continued to move down the shelf, examining the other sexual accoutrements. She stopped, shocked again, when she realized she was now looking at various types of bondage clothing and accessories. The throbbing between her legs got even worse. She fingered a leather collar and leash as well as a few silk and velvet blindfolds until her gaze was drawn to the outfit at the end of the shelf. It consisted of a black and silver bondage corset, a green silk thong, black silk stockings with green garter belts, leather cuffs that could be linked together, and a green ball gag. The last and most shocking part of the outfit was the green collar and leash that had ‘Hermione’ embossed on it in silver handwriting.

‘So that’s what Blaise meant when he said he’d bring me here when he thought I was ready,’ Hermione realized, Blaise didn’t want to push her too fast into his and Draco’s more intense BDSM encounters.

Hermione briefly wondered how long this particular outfit had been picked out and if it was an executive decision from Blaise or if Draco had a say in it. She turned to examine the shelves on the other side of the room and froze dead as soon as her eyes focused. Whips? More chains? Paddles?

Hermione glanced around the room again, taking in the details she had neglected in her earlier cursory inspection. There, half way between the door and the bed, 2 chains with wrist cuffs at the end hanging from the ceiling, and on the floor below it, blood spatter. She knew the Slytherins liked it rough but this was beyond her, and what surprised her even more was she felt no shock or disgust in this, as long as they were both willing participants.

But would she be when they finally decided to bring her here? She thought as she made her way across the room. Some aspects of this were extremely arousing to her, but she didn’t know if she could handle the whips. She examined a few of them closely, there was one cat-o-nine tails that looked like it got regular use; there was even some blood still on the lashes. She took in the details of a few of the smaller whips and decided not all of them looked that bad. Some of the lashes were actually relatively soft, so she thought they probably wouldn’t hurt that much.

She picked up one small whip, one with three short lashes. It was made of thick, soft leather, not the most friendly of the choices presented, but not the most dangerous looking either. She could feel the magic in it but couldn’t decipher it’s purpose.

The alarm on her watch rang out into the silent room and startled the contemplative Gryffindor. She carelessly tossed the whip back on the shelf and closed her eyes, picturing the potions lab and her potion once again and the overpowering smell of her mates disappeared.

Hermione rushed over to her potion, keeping an eye on her watch and prepared to add the ingredients. When the second hand reached the 12 she dumped the ingredients into the cauldron and began to stir it counterclockwise. Her thoughts drifted back to Blaise and Draco’s secret chamber. She quivered in anticipation wondering when she would get to visit it again; what she would let them do to her? And what would they let her to do them.

Hermione was brought out of her reverie 25 minutes later when her watch alarm went off again. Hermione glared at her watch.

“Shit!” She had spent too much time dawdling, Draco and Blaise could be awake, and she was suppose to take her pill now. Well at least she had an hour gateway. She quickly cleaned up from the potion using a few quick spells and poked her head out the door to make sure it was clear before making a mad dash for the Head Dorms.

When she rushed through the door she halted with a start. There was Blaise, sitting on the couch facing the entrance, reading a book. When the girl entered the room he looked up and with a smile and a deceptively calm voice said, “Morning love, where have you been?”

“I just remembered that I forgot to return some library books yesterday,” Hermione lied, praying that he would believe her, “I wanted to get it done before you and Draco chain me to the bed again,” she joked lamely.

Blaise rose from the couch smoothly, a predatory, yet somehow knowing, look on his face as he approached her, “That can easily be arranged,” he whispered huskily in her ear.

A shiver ran up Hermione’s spine, “Is Draco still asleep?”

“No,” Blaise shook his head, “I had to tie him to the bed to prevent him from going looking for you.”

“Oh,” Hermione squeaked, “How ‘bout you go untie him and I’m meet you in the bedroom? I want to go to the bathroom first,” Hermione justified when she saw that Blaise was hesitant to acquiesce her request.

He nodded after a brief period of internal deliberation, “On your way then.” Hermione sighed in relief as Blaise turned on his heel and walked straight up to the bedroom. Hermione made her way to the Common Room’s door to the bathroom.

As soon as she was inside she hopped over to her cabinet and began rummaging through it. Unfortunately she couldn’t find what she was looking for. After a few minutes of searching Hermione was startled by the sound of knocking on the door leading to the bedroom.

“You alright in there, cara?” Blaise asked from the other side.

“Yeah,” Hermione called back, giving up her search after finding her last box of pills was actually empty. At least she wouldn’t be fertile for another week or so, and she could just use a spell since she got them to give up on the fertility potions. She’d send an owl to her mother later requesting a refill and she’d have her new supply within the week. She looked herself over briefly in the mirror, making sure she was ready for whatever the boys had planned for her, before turning to the bedroom door and walking through. She hadn’t taken two steps into the room when she found her self thrown up against the wall, Draco pinning her body with his, his face an inch from her, though he made no attempt to kiss her, just sniffed. A mischievous smirk crossed his face and he turned to Blaise who was standing a few feet behind him, surveying the scene.

“You’re right Blaise,” he drawled, “She does smell like places she ought not have been.” Hermione’s eyes widened to the size of saucers and a chill ran through her body. ‘Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit,’ was the only thing crossing her mind.

Draco eased up the pressure he was placing on her body slightly, smirking down at the blushing girl.

“So Hermione,” Blaise began smoothly, “Are you ready to tell us the truth of where you were this morning, and while you’re at it why not tell me why you said you needed to go to the washroom when we didn’t hear the toilet flush or the sink run?”

“I was looking for my birth control pills,” Hermione said, calmly, “It appears I am out.” Pleased smirks crossed Draco and Blaise’s faces. “It doesn’t mean I will get pregnant though, I am too early in my cycle so I should be fine until I can get a new supply.” The smirks faded slightly, but they remained silent waiting for the answer to the other question.

When Hermione didn’t say anything Blaise spoke again, “Love, you can just tell us or we can go and find out. If you were there your scent will still be there, it doesn’t really matter if you admit it or not, we can smell it on you. You went to the place I told you I would take you when you are ready, did I underestimate you or do you now think you've gotten in over your head?”

Hermione was still blushing under their scrutiny, “I found it all intriguing to say the least,” she admitted quietly. Draco quickly insinuated one of his hands under Hermione’s pants and between her thighs, his smirk got bigger again.

“Gods, Blaise,” he groaned, “She’s so wet; I think she’s ready for it. She wants it!”

“Do you, Hermione?” Blaise asked with a quiet intensity. Hermione locked eyes with the Italian, trying to decide if she did. There was no mistaking the glint of hope in Blaise’s eyes or the outright excitement in Draco’s; they both wanted this, had been waiting for this. She gulped; the heat between her thighs was still there and so was Draco’s hand, delicately caressing right beside her aroused nub.

“I…I think…” Hermione stammered and Draco stilled his hand, watching her intently. Hermione paused for a second, glanced at the eager blonde before turning her gaze back to her darker mate; she could see the love in his eyes and knew she could trust him. She took a deep breathe, “I think I want to try,”

As soon as the words were out of her mouth Draco’s lips crashed into hers and his tongue thrust past the barrier of her lips to claim her mouth. When he finally pulled back Hermione barely had time to catch her breathe before Blaise repeated the action. He pulled back and smirked triumphantly down at her, “Let’s go, shall we?”

“Now?” Hermione was startled; she didn’t think they were up to it now.

Blaise linked his arm with hers and nodded, “Yes, now,” he said sternly, leading her out the door, Draco hovering by her other side, smug and protective, “Don’t worry, love, we won’t go past your limits.”

Draco leaned down to her ear and whispered huskily, “You’re going to love it. I bet you’ll be begging for more once we’re done,” He gently licked her earlobe, “Gods, Hermione, I have been waiting for this for so long.”

“That may be,” Hermione retorted, trying to maintain her composure and not let her growing arousal take her over, “But I will not beg. Gryffindors do not beg!” she challenged.

Blaise and Draco exchanged smug smirks. “We’ll see love, we’ll see,” Blaise mused anticipating proving her wrong once again.