Stylistic Harmony

Chapter Eighteen
Ginny's jaw dropped, she couldn't believe what she was hearing or seeing. Hermione had literally stalked over to Draco Malfoy and kissed him furiously, then they both turned back to her and had fixed her with the same smirk. Ginny wanted to run, to get out of the Head's room, away from her, but Blaise blocked her path. Her disbelief turned to anger, Hermione had betrayed everyone, Harry, Ron, those people who died at the Ministry. Ginny was seething, never before had she felt this much anger towards a person before,
"How could you Hermione?! With him? He's a Death Eater! He almost killed Dumbledore. You've betrayed everyone, those people died in the Ministry, and you had the knowledge to stop them and you didn't! You're worse then them." To her surprise, neither Hermione or Malfoy reacted. They just stared at her, Blaise was close behind her, so close he made her jump. Hermione and Draco were smiling at each other, Hermione extracted herself from his arms and walked to her friend,
"You'll never understand this until you try this Ginny. I betrayed no-one, I had no idea of the attack on the Ministry until after it happened, I swear. You don't know what its like, every one hero worships Ron and Harry, and I'm just the 'clever muggleborn' in the background. Ron doesn't love me, he loves the idea of me, he has no clue who I am. Draco makes me feel like I can bring this world to its knees, and we fully intend to." Ginny was mad,
"So what Hermione?! You've shacked up with Malfoy of all people, he thinks that muggleborns are the shit of the earth. What makes you so sure that he's telling the truth, huh? He gives you a few free feels and suddenly he loves you? He's just using you! You're no better then that whore Parkinson." Draco wouldn't stand for that, he flicked his wrist, slamming Ginny into a wall,
"Watch your mouth Weaselette. You have no comprehension of what this is." She was shocked, Draco was growling menacingly at her. Hermione spoke again,
"Come on Ginny, you know you've thought of it. You told me so yourself, you want Blaise, I could see it in your eyes. He can save you from the fantasy world that Potter has created for you, the one that makes you believe that you're worth something. He can give you the power." Ginny spat in Hermione's face,
"I don't even want to look at you bitch. You think that Harry doesn't appreciate you, you are all he ever talks about. He loves you, so does Ron, and you betray them. Well let me tell you this, once they find out you're a traitor, I'll be the centre of THEIR world and you'll just be a cowardly Death Eater's skank." Draco laughed out loud, closing in on her,
"You'd do best to think seriously about this little Ginny. Hermione is right, as long as you stay with those idiots, the more they'll suffocate you, and that my dear will lead to your untimely demise. Do you really want to die without knowing what its like to be in control, to have the power?"
"Fuck you, Malfoy." She spat back, glancing briefly at the Italian Slytherin. Blaise was keeping watch over the situation, his eyes constantly on her. Where did he fit into this? He seemed to be on the outside of the relationship, but also she sensed that he was as deeply involved as the other two. Draco was leering menacingly at her, looking as though he was about to hit her, so Blaise intervened,
"That's enough Draco. She obviously doesn't want to understand. Although I can feel her desire to, she wants to know what its like," he began advancing on her, Ginny was still backed against the wall, her breathing laboured, "..to feel the power. She's dreamt of it, she's dreamt of me, us." He was now directly in front of her, she could feel his warm breath, it made her skin tingle. He spoke softly in her ear, "I know that it's me that makes you feel it, Red. I can give you everything you want, I can be your escape from Potter and his weak willed desires. He can't give you what you need. Join us, you know you want it." Hermione smiled, Blaise was working his magic, Draco wrapped his arm round her and they stood watching the scene unfold. The red head's eyes filled with tears, Blaise continued, "Tell me baby, tell me what you want." Ginny looked into his eyes, his dark, seductive eyes, through tears she choked,
"I want to be free. He left me, he left me here to pine away for him and he expects me to wait for him. He didn't trust me enough to take me with him and I hate him for it. You're right, I did dream of you, and them," she gestured to Draco and Hermione, "I felt everything you are offering me. It was wonderful. I felt you inside me, and the power you gave me was intoxicating. I want that power, I want you, Blaise." He smiled, looking over his shoulder, the blond and his lover looked triumphant,
"You have no idea how long I have waited for you to say that to me, Red." Leaning forward he captured her lips in a passionate kiss.

Ginny was reeling, never before had she felt this alive. Blaise knew exactly what she wanted, exactly where to touch, his hands were roaming all over, lingering in her most sensitive spots. After their heated embrace in the common room, Blaise had swept Ginny into his arms and carried her up the stairs to his room. Now she was spread out on the bed, her clothes discarded, thrown across the room. Blaise was exploring every part of her, his tongue and his hands caressing every inch of her skin. She felt like a Goddess, pleasure was sweeping over her in waves, emanating from the one place he had not been yet. He was saving the best for last, she began whimpering, he grinned evilly at her, saying,
"Something wrong, Red?" Desire sparkled in his dark eyes, she peered down at him, drank in the sight of him adoring her. Harry worshipped the ground she walked on but never had he made her feel like this. Blaise noticed that she wasn't exactly paying attention, so he ran his hand up her leg, and slowly dipped his finger into her. She gasped, snapping back to the here and now, he smirked, "That got your attention Lover." Another finger joined the other, torturing her. She was falling apart beneath him, and he relished it. He moved off of her to remove his trousers and boxers, her eyes shot open at the loss of contact. He smiled at her, then positioned himself to enter her, with one quick motion he thrust into her. Like a reflex her legs wrapped around his body, pulling him closer, deeper into her. He moved slowly, almost languidly on top of her, drawing out her pleasure, waiting for her to beg, which she did willingly, urgently whispering in his ear,
"Please Blaise. God please." He smirked, then thrust faster, and faster, until she was screaming out his name and bucking her hips into him with her release. He followed soon after, collapsing to the side of her. She was still trying to catch her breath when he started the whole process over again. Fortunately for them both, Blaise had enough self-control to draw it out for longer and longer each time, sending Ginny into a cataclysmic state, from which she wouldn't wake until late the next afternoon.

Meanwhile, Draco and Hermione were indulging in a little fun of their own, a celebration of their triumph. As she lay in his arms, exhausted from his boundless amounts of energy, she pondered what the future now held for them. The four of them would have unrivaled power, even Voldemort himself would cower before them. It gave her hope, that when the time came he would not have to leave her and they could be together forever. His thoughts were more realistic, even with the addition of the Weasley girl, he knew that eventually, for her own safety, he would have to leave Hermione. She looked up into his eyes, sensing his worry,
"Draco, what is it? You look troubled baby." He looked down at her, drawing her closer to him, taking comfort in the warmth she gave his soul. He couldn't break her happiness through, he couldn't destroy her hope.
"Nothing Love, its nothing." She knew that he had lied to her, but for now she left it, for now she just wanted to fall asleep in the arms of the man she loved.