Untitled D-G-B Smut

Just a Note: First, I am not JKR, I am not filthy rich and if Draco and Blaise were real they would be tied to my bed right now. So please do not sue me.

Second, you will have to forgive me the \'Alice In Wonderland\' reference, which by the way I also do not own. When I wrote this I had watched that movie earlier that day with my youngest.

Third, please review. I wrote this while working on another story to work my way through a smut block. It is un-beta\'d and I would really appreciate your thoughts on how well I did. It\'s not very long and is complete so it should be posted quickly. So please your feed back would be greatly appreciated.

Fourth, my D-B-G obsession can be solely blamed on dracademented. You can find her wonderful works here at AFF.net or fanfiction.net...........do read them. You will be glad you did.

Last, I am working on a sequel but will not post until it is complete........any ideas or thoughts would be appreciated.

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Ginny was floating, it was a pleasant feeling. She was warm and the air was heavenly scented. It smelled like Draco and Blaise and that brought a smile to her face. She loved the way they smelled, similar as if they used the same soap and shampoo, yet different. That subtle undertone that was unique to each of them, she could tell them apart in the dark by their scent alone.

She was so comfortable, lying on something soft and she could feel pleasant tingles all over her body. Warmth surrounding her, she burrowed in closer and basked in the feeling.

As she began to drift back into consciousness the first thing she noticed was that her head was lying against something solid yet comfortable. She nuzzled her face into the warmth she felt enjoying the slow, gentle rocking motion.

The next thing she noticed was fingers brushing thru her hair and along her face. She could feel her nerves tingling where ever those fingers touched her face, her arms, her hands, it felt nice.

Then she could make out the sounds around her and feel the vibrations of deep male voices. The sounds were soothing, as if she’d heard them many times before and they made her feel safe and protected.

“She wasn’t ready for this.” Draco, his deep voice and crisp accent always made her toes curl.

“Perhaps not.” Blaise, his warm voice and Italian accented English always made her insides melt.

“Gods, Blaise we can’t lose her now.” He spoke in soft tones; she frowned when she heard the worry in his voice.

“We won’t.” His voice also soft and tinged with underlying concern. “We’ll show her, we’ll make her see that without her we are not whole.”

“I hope you are right Blaise. I hope that we can make her see how much we love her.” She felt something warm pressing up against her and lips softly brushing over hers.

She was confused. What were they talking about? What was going on, she felt as if she was waking from a long nap. That can’t be right; she was at Malfoy Manor the last she remembered. What did they mean she made them whole? Who made them whole?

As the last of the fog left her brain she remembered what she had walked in on. Things were quickly coming back to her now. Seeing Draco and Blaise pressed together…kissing. How she had tried to leave the room before they saw her watching them. How incredibly turned on she’d been. And the pain, oh gods the pain, knowing that she could never be with either of them.

Groaning she tried to open her eyes just a bit hoping to find that she was at home and it had all been a bad dream. Blinking several times, she tried opening them again. Looking up her cinnamon eyes met and got lost in Blaise’s deep blue eyes. Turning her head to when she felt movement beside her she met the grey-blue eyes that were unique to Draco.

“Wh – what happened?” Her eyes quickly looking around.

She was lying on one of the couches in the parlor of Malfoy Manor. Her head was on Blaise’s lap right snug up against his stomach. She could feel his hand brushing her hair back. His fingers running through her hair, making her scalp tingle. Draco was sitting on the edge of the couch next to her at her hip. His thigh lay along side her body pressed tightly to her side. He held one of her hands in his, resting it on his leg. He was brushing his knuckles across her cheek, his touch sending shocks along her nerves.

“You fainted love.” Draco answered his voice deep and husky, “Are you feeling better now?”

At the sound of his voice a shiver ran through her body, the timber going right up her spine and back down until her toes curled.

“I – I think so.” She closed her eyes, willing herself not to blush. ‘Oh gods, I wish I could just disappear.’ She was so embarrassed.

Turning her head she buried her face against Blaise’s stomach. Why? Why, did these things always happen to her! Not only did she finally understand that she was in love with two men, her best friends no less. Then she was locked in a room with them, by a demented house elf. While they were sharing an intimate moment. Worse yet it had completely turned her on. When they discovered her watching she couldn’t manage to open a damn door and then she fainted. Yep, that about sums it up, her life was a living hell.

She felt Blaise draw a shuddering breath beneath her head and opened her eyes, big mistake! She had her face pressed into his bare stomach. She could see the defined muscles of his abdomen under his sun kissed skin; she could feel the warmth of his body. She could feel the soft, downy hair that darted down his lower stomach from his belly button and disappeared underneath his jeans tickling her nose. Her nerves tingled and she felt fire running through her blood.

Then she felt something else, ‘Oh my,’ her eyes opened wider and she looked up into Blaise’s beautiful blue eyes. There was no mistaking what the hardness she felt was, that her face was leaning against. As she looked up at him she thought she saw his eyes darken with what appeared to be desire. She saw the corner of his mouth raise in a half smile, half smirk when he saw the confusion in her eyes.

Then she felt Draco take the hand he had been holding and press it against his own erection. Turning her head quickly she looked at where he held her hand pressed against his erection, her eyes flew up to meet his. The questions running through her mind multiplied as he continued to hold her hand against the hardness trapped by his jeans.

“Do you see Ginny? Do you feel what you do to us?” Draco asked, his voice strained but soft.

Her eyes widened slightly at his words then went back to Blaise’s when he asked, “Ginny, do you understand what you mean to us?”

Once again Ginny’s eyes drifted shut, she couldn’t think, she had to think! When she had left her flat she had no idea what it was that Draco and Blaise had wanted to see her about. Never in her wildest dreams…well okay maybe in her wildest dreams…but never in her sane dreams could she imagine this.

What did this mean? What did she want it to mean? She wanted this she wanted them both with a dizzying intensity. Had the last two years of her life been leading to this, this moment when the three of them came together?

The summer after Draco and Blaise’s final year they had all left Hogwart’s and had gone straight to Grimmauld Place. And while the trio had plotted and planned, the three of them had dueled. Together they would often come up with new hexes and curses, along with Ginny’s creative charm work, to present to the order. It was because of this that Molly could no longer ban Ginny from participating in the Order. Dumbledore himself had intervened on Ginny’s behalf, insisting that with her ability to craft new charms, hexes and curses she was an important part of the group.

When the final battle had taken place later that summer it was the new curses and hexes that had kept the Order and the ministries causalities to a minimum. The death eaters had no defense against the many new spells directed at them.

Her most brilliant charm had been a shielding charm that she had cast on Harry as he faced Lord Voldemort. The charm tapped into his love for many of the people that surrounded him, the shield used their love for Harry to make a shield that protected him from Voldemort’s strongest spells.

While the charm did not affect the people whose power she used to make the shield. It did leave her vulnerable to attack due to the fact that she had to keep her wand on Harry to maintain it. Blaise and Draco surrounded her, protecting her like avenging angels, from any who might try to take her down while she cast.

With her spell protecting Harry and no death eaters to hold off the many members of the order Voldemort was weakened. The spell that Harry cast to defeat Voldemort and banish his soul to hell, was not cast by his own wand but by one specially crafted by Ollivander from his parent’s wands. Lord Voldemort was defeated and their world was once again at peace.

The spell had taken a lot of Ginny’s strength and she had spent the last weeks before her final year recovering. There wasn’t a moment during those last weeks of summer that either Draco or Blaise were not beside her.

The money paid to her by the ministry for her spell work was more than enough to outfit her for her final year. Draco and Blaise had taken her on a whirlwind shopping spree; New clothes, new robes, new supplies and new books were purchased for her for the first time.

Leaving them behind at Platform 9 ¾ for her final year had been one of the most difficult things she had ever done. With her head out the window, tears running down her face she watched and waved until the train rounded the bend and she could no longer see them.

Her first days back at school were some of the loneliest she had ever endured, even worse than her first year. By the time the first Hogsmeade weekend had arrived, Ginny had found that she had turned down at least a dozen invitations from boys asking for her company. She had felt no interest in any of them and had no desire to try and act as if she did. Then she had received a letter from Blaise telling her that he and Draco would be waiting for her at 10 am Saturday morning by the doors outside the Great Hall.

That was how her final year had gone, every Hogsmeade weekend they would be waiting for her and the three of them would spend the day together. They never missed a single Quidditch game, the three of them sitting together in the stands unless it was a Gryffindor match, Ginny made chaser in her fifth year. The sight of Draco Malfoy and Blaise Zabini cheering for a Gryffindor had shocked students and teachers alike.

Throughout her last year there were several ministry functions related to the war and Voldemort’s defeat that she received special permission to attend. Each time Blaise and Draco would escort her to the ministry and back to Hogwart’s afterwards. People soon became accustomed to seeing the three of them together.

In the months following her graduation she spent most of her nights in their company. Even the flat she rented was in one of the many buildings owned by Draco and Blaise’s company, they had helped her furnish it and get settled in.

So did she understand what all of this meant? No, she didn’t but she knew what her racing heart hoped that it meant. She finally understood what she had been craving for the last two years of her life. She wanted them, both of them. She had been stupid to think that she could ever accept anyone else in their lives pushing her out. She needed them as she needed air, food and water, she couldn’t survive without them.

Is that what this meant? Is that what this night was about? Or did they bring her here to finally tell her that they were together, devoted to only each other and no one else.

Taking a deep breath she opened her eyes again and looked at both of them before she spoke. They had both sat quietly while she gathered her thoughts. They had continued to run their hands over her the entire time. Her body was humming with desire, her heart filled with both hope and despair.

“I – I’m not sure what this means but I know what I hope that it means.” Her eyes darted back and forth between the two men, her own eyes guarded.


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