Blaises\' Rules for Not Going Insane

Newsflash: the characters aren't mine.



Okay second, and probably last chapter. I wrote this mostly just because, and I felt the rules would be fun. So enjoy.


Blaise fumed as he walked towards his apartment.

He’d tried dating other witches. Blondes, redheads, girls with stick straight, raven colored hair. Anything to get Hermione out of his mind.

When witches didn’t work, he moved onto wizards. Tall men with bulging biceps, dark haired like he was. The exact opposite of Draco.

That didn’t do anything for him either.

He spent months falling into beds right and left, but was always left unsatisfied.

Draco had made his little cracks about it, and Hermione had raised worried eyebrows over the dark circles constantly under his eyes.

He’d tried everything he could think of, and Blaise was a very creative man.

It didn’t help that Hermione favored skimpy clothing when in the apartment and Draco was rarely inclined to wear clothes at all.

It seemed as though he was walking in on the two of them more and more often.

If he didn’t know better, he’d say that they wanted to be caught. Right. Why would they want to be caught?

Except that he and Draco had shared witches before. They’d enjoyed it. They’d never stayed with one for long, but the witches had always left satisfied.

He shifted his packages as he reached for his keys. He turned the key in the lock and opened the door, and as he turned around to close the door he felt arms slip around his waist.


“Welcome home, sweetheart.”


Blaise dropped his packages in shock.


“Uhh, Hermione, you know that this is me, Blaise.”


“Mhmm. And you smell nice.”


Blaise turned back towards Hermione, and was about to protest, but she took advantage of his open mouth, attached her lips to his, and slipped her tongue in his mouth.

For a moment, well several to be truthful, Blaise was too stunned to react. Instead he gave into the kiss, enjoying the softness of her lips and the feel of her body pressed against his.

Finally he pulled himself away, although the effort of it nearly killed him.


“Hermione, no, I can’t do that to Draco.”


She merely smiled at him as a second pair of arms, these much more familiar, wrapped themselves around him from behind.

An amused voice said into his ear, “Do what to Draco, love? I’m right here and I quite approve of you kissing my girlfriend. Although I do think I might have been a bit happier had you been kissing me.”

Blaise’s jaw hit the floor. Literally. And was soon followed by the rest of his body as he passed out from the shock.


“Draco you told me he’d be happy about this.”


“Sweetheart, I think he’s very happy, just a little overwhelmed. Let’s take him to bed, shall we?”


~*~


Blaise woke up, surrounded by warm bodies. He thought he identified the sound he heard as kissing, but he was sure that it was just part of that dream he’d been having.


“Looks like he’s waking up.”


The noises had stopped, and the bodies were now starting to move.

He whimpered, and pulled his head down into his chest, because he couldn’t even try to think about what was going on.


“Draco, do you think maybe we should explain to him what’s going on?”


“Don’t you think it would be more fun to simply show him?”


“Do you, or do you not remember what happened the last time we did that?”


“Fine, fine we’ll do it the silly Gryffindor way.”


“Logical, prat, and be nice or I won’t share.”


“Oh, as though you had any choice, he was mine first.”


Right. That was it.


“If you two are quite finished bickering, would you mind perhaps filling me in on what the fuck is going on here.”


Draco and Hermione looked at each other rather sheepishly, and then turned to him and both started to speak at once. When that failed, Hermione took a breath and started again.


“Well Draco told me a while back that you two were lovers back at Hogwarts, and I admitted to him that I rather fancied you myself, and I’ve never been in a threesome, and well, you did seem like the most obvious choice.”

Blaise looked to Draco for an explanation.

He glanced at Hermione again, and directed his first words to her.


“You need to explain things in simpler terms, love.”

Now he looked back at Blaise.


“To put it quite simply, lover, we have been thinking about trying something new, and we wanted to try it with you, so we’ve been dropping all the hints we possibly could, trying to force your hand,” at that he sniggered, but then continued, “but when that didn’t work, I suggested ambushing you, and here we are. Naked. In bed. Together.”

Blaise let out a small, “Oh.”, before involuntarily looking down to discover that he was, in fact, naked, and that his body, in the absence of his better judgment, had reacted to the situation accordingly.


“Blaise.”

The quiet question in Hermione’s voice made him look up.


“Can I kiss you?”

Instead of answering her, he tilted his chin up until their lips met.

He couldn’t believe how her lips felt. They were soft and pliant, but showed all of her inner strength.

It was all too soon he was being pulled away from those lips that he was trying to lose himself in, but the protest he made was quickly swallowed by another, all too familiar pair of lips. Blaise groaned into Draco’s mouth, falling backwards through the years, until he was right back in school, when he and Draco were just two boys, enjoying each other’s bodies simply because they could.

Hermione was not about to be ignored, however, and soon made her presence felt when she slid her hand down his leg and wrapped it around his now aching cock.

Blaise shot up so fast that he nearly hit his head on the headboard. Draco merely laughed, and lay back with his hands behind his head.

He smirked at Blaise, that patent smirk that left him unsure as to whether he wanted to kiss him or smack him.

All thoughts of this fled his mind as a warm, soft mouth suddenly enveloped him. He made a choked noise, and then surrendered to the inevitable.

He slowly lost himself in the feel of Draco’s hand on his nipples, Hermione’s mouth around his cock. He finally managed to vocalize a protest when he felt a familiar tightening.

Hermione looked up at him with a deliciously sinful look, and Draco looked altogether too smug. Blaise decided it was long past time to get his own back.

He sat up, pulling Hermione up with him, holding her hard against his body. When he heard Draco’s protest, he wrapped one long fingered hand around his cock, effectively silencing the blonde man.

They soon became a tangle of bodies, mouths and hands everywhere, until Blaise wasn’t sure where he ended and they began.

He was aware of Hermione straddling him, while Draco whispered in his ear, “Just let her take you, mate, it’ll be like nothing you’ve ever experienced.”

Then he was between Hermione’s legs, bringing her to ecstasy with hands and mouth again and again. Draco was kneeling down behind him, using his tongue to open him up. Blaise was nearly brought to tears at the sweet memories.

Hermione cradled his face in her hands and said, “It’s about the here and now love, not about what could have been, what is.”

Then there was that perfect moment, when all three of them were joined. Hermione, then Blaise, then Draco. It perfect, and he couldn’t help but wish that he would get to try out different combinations.

This time they all came together, saying each other’s names together until the words became unintelligible.

Blaise rested for a moment, before gathering himself to leave.


“Where exactly do you think you’re going, mate?”


Blaise flinched at Draco’s voice, but continued moving out of the bed.


“Well this has been wonderful, but I understand that it was a one-off, just tonight.”


“Acutally,” Merlin it should be illegal for her voice to sound that sexy, “We were thinking of more of a so many nights in a row that they all seem to blur together and we can no longer tell them apart.”


Blaise almost made a noise as they pulled him back into bed to cuddle between the two of them, but trapped between the warm, comforting bodies, he thought the better of it.


Blaise felt as though if he died right at that moment, he would die a happy man. “Not in my wildest dreams did I ever think this was possible. I love you both. Wake me up sometime next week.”


The last thing he heard before sinking into oblivion was, “Rule Number One is All Fantasies Must Be Shared.”