the peep hole

peephole cont...

still dont own these characters, still just like to put them in pervy situations... Thanks for the reviews and letting me know you wanted more... you little smut fiends...

the next morning...


Hermione woke up slowly.... Things were just not the way they usually were.... The light seemed to be coming in at a different angle than normal. She opened one bleary eye and last nights debauchery quickly came back to her... She was laying with her head at the bottom of the bed, and at the head of the bed, were two very beautiful but very naughty sleeping Slytherins... Draco was laid out on his back, with his arms stretched wide, taking up a good three quarters of the bed. Which reminded Hermione why she was presently laying at the bottom of the bed, sometime in the night needing to get away from the massive bed hog that was Draco Malfoy. Draco looked all cool blonde hair and lovely pale perfection except for a necklace of very pink hickies that ringed his neck and collar bones. Hermione blushed remembering her and Draco getting into some strange contest last night of who could mark whom, the most. Taking a quick inventory of her own hickies, she smirked, realizing that she had won. Hermione was such an over achiever. Blaise was curled into Dracos side, laying on an arm(probably to keep it from smacking him as Draco flailed around). He was laying half on his stomach, allowing Hermione a glorius view of his very tight bum. Blaises dark hair was obscuring his face, all she could see of it was his very sensous full lips.. Those lips! That mouth! Hermione felt a tingle thinking of Blaises full soft lips running all over her body. Draco was all teeth and tongue, exciting and wicked, but Blaise! Hermione sighed... Blaises mouth was simply seduction. Where Draco demanded, like the greedy bastard he was, Blaises begged, asked sweetly, in a way that Hermione couldn\'t resist.

Hermione groaned, banging her head lightly on the bed. What was she thinking? She had always been the good girl, a bit of a prude, and certainly NOT the kind of girl who shagged not just one Slytherin,but two? In one evening, all of Hermiones preconcieved notions of herself, much less of the two men occupying her bed were tossed in the rubbish bin. Things were not over on the Voldemort front, for all she knew, those two Slytherins in her bed could be baby Death Eaters. Ok, so there were no Dark Marks on their body (Hermione had thoroughly checked under the guise of licking them all over.) but that didnt mean that they weren\'t still sympathetic to Voldemort and going to offer her up at some dark revel as a sacrificial virgin...ok...scratch that..... Hermione was no longer a virgin...Hermione grinned evily. Viktor might have taken the real cherry away from her, but those two had pretty much taken care of any others Hermione might have had. Then she groaned again, closing her eyes against the sun and the bountiful sight of two luscious males in her bed. She was in so much trouble! How would she ever be able to look at them again without blushing furiously and getting wet... Surely people would notice that! There was no way, even assuming they didnt support the Dark Lord that Hermione could have even a casual sexual relationship with the two of them without all her friends or indeed, the entire school not having a huge flaming hissy.

Hermione squared her mental shoulders, never one to shirk a duty. The duty of kicking those two dangerous lads out of her bed. Hmmm.... Maybe she would just slink off to the shower with her tail tucked between her legs. Yes! There was a plan Hermione could get behind.Slowly and quietly Hermione slipped from the bed, gathered her clothes (luckily they were still all over the floor from last nights wardrobe debacle) and book bag and slid out of the room, deciding to bath in the prefects wash room where she wasnt likely to run into any errant Slytherin male parts that might make her think slide back down the road to complete perviness.

As the door clicked shut, Blaise opened his eyes and looked into the open sleepy eyes of Draco. \"Well, my friend, \" Blaise said in a slightly gravelly morning voice, \" It appears our lioness has turned into a mouse. \" Draco looked at him with a lecherous smirk. \" Well, what are we going to do about it?

Blaise looked at him, \" Why are you asking me?\"

\"Because you are always the ones with the best ideas on smoothing ruffled feathers on little birds that we want to shag.\"

\"Don\'t try your flattery on me, you bloody pervert.You know damn well that we have never had a bird like Hermione Granger before in our bed. She isn\'t some random thing, for either of us, and you know damn well that her postion in this school and in Potters circle is going to make this doubly hard for us. Put into the mix that she probably thinks we are two Death Eaters in training and this could be bloody impossible, \" Blaise grumbled, his quick mind already turning over the problem and coming up with possible solutions. He and Draco had both been fantasizing over Hermione for a long time. She wasn\'t getting away from them now. Draco might be a constant in Blaises life, but he also liked girls and wanted someone who could accept that Draco was also in the picture. Blaise didnt want to have to split his life into little compartments, never letting his whole show. Blaise knew that Draco had a hard on for Hermione for years, longer than Blaise really, Blaise often heard him speak her name in his sleep, or saw Dracos grey eyes rove her sleek little body when he didn\'t think she would be looking. Draco had found countless ways to pick verbal battles with her in their common room, just so she would stay around longer. Yes, Hermione was also what Draco wanted, and Blaise always tried to give Draco what he wanted.

As Blaise was hard at work, cooking up plans, he didnt notice at first being slid onto his back, or Dracos head sliding down lower in the bed. He quickly became aware of Dracos warm mouth engulfing his morning erection, though. Blaise looked down into Dracos eyes, slightly startled. Dracos mouth popped off his cock for a second and said, \" Go back to your plotting, luv, I know how you always get your best ideas when you are suitably inspired.\" Draco grinned and went back to work. Blaises eyes rolled back in his head and for a few moments, thought of Hermione, not at all.


Hermione sat at the breakfast table in the Great Hall, trying desperately not to notice the two Slytherins casting her covert looks. Blaise smiling shyly at her (hah, even Hermione knew that was an act, no one as good in bed as Blaise could be that shy) and Draco tossing her an air kiss and waggling his eyebrows at her(at least he had the grace to stay in smarmy Slytherin character). Hermione blushed, then determindly ignored them, trying to listen to Harry and Ron prattle on about Quidditch or some such rot. The morning owls swooped in, dumping mail and Daily prophets to their awaiting charges. A lovely snowy owl, who looked like Hedwig, landed in front of Hermione , a single dark pink rose clutched in her talon. The owl held out the rose to Hermione, Hermione took it, and saw that it had a note wrapped around the long stem.

Ginny and some of the other Gryffindor girls cooed, exclaiming over the rose and demanding to know who sent the rose and the note, and asking Hermione to read it out loud. The boys, after an impatient look, went back to talking Quidditch. Hermione, ignoring the others, opened the note and covertly read it.

\"This rose, in this color, made us think of you and the lovely way you blush when we excite you. Your beautiful nipples on the perfect breasts that poets should write sonnets to, and of your secret places when we would like to be ...right now.... Until later... B and D\"

Hermiones cheeks flamed (maybe they should have sent a red rose) she quickly folded the note and put it away, over the protests of the other Gryffindor girls. Hermione got up quickly and strode out of the Great Hall, clutching the rose in a death grip. Trying her best not to glance over to the Slytherin table. As she swept past, Draco leaned into Blaise and said, \" I told you a rose was passe. We should have gotten her something different.\"

Blaise gave him a withering look, \" Draco, if it was up to you it would have been something tacky, like edible panties. \"

Draco looked at Blaise inquiringly...\' Edible panties? Whats that?\" at which time Blaise had to describle the muggle invention of edible panties and Draco vowed to find some...and soon.... Blaise pretended to be disgusted, but secretly hoped that he was the one who got to wear them. Or Hermione, that would be good too. After several minutes of discussions of the interesting things to be found in muggle sex shops, Blaise said to Draco in an undertone , \" Seriously though, we need to take this slow and go the romantic route with Hermione. Possibly even go after her, one on one. I think the two of us at one time is too much for her right now. Come with me, and we will work on the game plan.\"

Draco quirked his eyebrow at Blaise..\" Why Blaise, you get me all excited when you talk about game plans. Makes me want to put on my Quidditch leathers , paint you gold, and chase you around a bit. \" Blaise grinned at him. \" Well, thats kind of what I had in mind for you, but Hermione is going to be the snitch. \" Draco grinned. \" Even better, I bet she runs harder and makes it more of a game for me. You give in too fast. \"

Blaise chuckled darkly, \" Thats the spirit Draco, teach Hermione the thrill of the chase. \" Draco looked at Blaise. \" And what are you going to teach her?\" Draco asked, silkily.

Blaise smiled at Draco every bit as Slytherin a smile as Salazar himself. \" Why Draco, I am going to teach Hermione the pleasures to be had while studying.\" Draco looked at Blaise in confusion for a second, and then grinned. \" Ah yes.... The library, your favorite semi public place for a game of slap and tickle.\"

Blaise looked at Draco and said,\" well.... let the games begin....\"


Authors note: A teaser of a chapter, I know.... should have more in a day or so, Usually I write fast when the plot bunny strikes... Thanks for all the reviews, and to the one guy who thought it was disgusting since it wasn\'t harry in the mix....well.....back at you, you ruddy pervert... Hermione thinks of Harry as a brother, and thats just too squicky for me....ok...so maybe its not to squicky for me....but I am not writing this story that way..... no incest in this one! Not even Fred and George whom I would be willing to swear.... ok....thats for another day.... thanks again...