Claim for Life

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Chapter 2

After about 20 minutes Draco went to pull himself up, but Blaise stopped him.

"And just where do you think you are going?" The tone was slightly accusatory.
Draco looked at him wearily, before leaning down and brushing his lips against Blaise's. He pulled back, admiring the ravishing Italian, then looked up at the clock on the wall of the classroom.

"It's past curfew, love," he said the word Love tentatively, and was rewarded with a gracious smile, "We should really be heading up to my room, we wouldn't want that squib Filch to find us like this now would we?"

Blaise shuddered at the thought of the dirty janitor finding them in such a state of post coitial bliss. He was also greatful that the Headmaster had decided to give the Prefects and Heads private bedrooms this year. It would defiantly come in handy, especially when they began their seduction of Hermione began. He whispered another few incantations and they were clean and dressed again. Draco looked at him leveling.

"How do you keep doing those spells without a wand?"

Blaise merely smiled, "Wandless magic, Draco. I think you're going to really going to enjoy being a Veela."

Draco's eyes lit up at the thought be being able to perform wandless magic, before he grabbed Blaise and pulled him in for another passionate kiss. They stood in the room for another 10 minutes kissing, and groping each other, before Blaise pulled away.

"I think we should take this to our bedroom" He breathed huskily.

Draco raised an eyebrow, "Our bedroom?"

Blaise merely pulled Draco in for another kiss before whispering, "Yes, Our bedroom."
Draco smirked and began to lead the way to his room. The portrait, Sir Henriech was a lewd man about in his 50's, with a partially bald head, double chin and a saggy beer belly, eyed Blaise suspiciously as Draco clearly stated the password to his private room in front of the boy. The blonde has specifically not allowed any of his other friend’s access to the room, or the password earlier that day, maybe this boy who almost shimmered with hardly concealed power and looked so lustfully on the blonde prefect. Well this certainly was going to be an interesting year if this boy’s sexploits were beginning the first day of term, and with that gorgeous boy who resembled a Greek God. Oh yes, he was no longer disappointed to have the responsibility to guard a room, who need to spy on the prefects bathroom when all the action is happening right behind him.
Blaise and Draco rushed into the room and quickly stripped each other again, kissing and letting their hands explore the others body. The room was decorated in the Slytherin colours, the king sized four poster bed, dominating the room. With its green sheet and sliver curtains and pillows. The rest of the furniture was made of black stained ash and leather. They climbed up on the bed, continuing their actions until exhaustion finally won over their bodies and they passed into a contented sleep imagining the time when they would complete their bond by claiming Hermione.

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Hermione woke up in her private, Head Girl room panting, with a strange throbbing between her legs. She glanced at the clock on the wall, 1:09 am. She took a few moments to catch her breath before letting her thoughts return to the erotic dream she had just been having. Draco Malfoy and Blaise Zabini had been fucking! She almost laughed at how ridiculous the thought was, but she couldn't get over how hot it was seeing them together, all of that raw male aggression channeled into erotic energy. But why was she dreaming that? She isn't that kind of girl, she's still a virgin for the gods sakes, why would she be dreaming of two men having sex, especially two men she hated? Well that was a lie, though she hates Malfoy with a passion, Zabini had always been quietly polite. Hermione was surprised she even made the connection between the sex driven male in her dream and the studious Slytherin, but thinking back on the dream there was really no one else it could be. As Hermione continued to think about the dream and the two contradictory Slytherin’s it featured, her hand slowly trailed down her stomach and between her legs, she began to tease her clit and was almost at the point of orgasm when she suddenly realized what she was doing and pulled her hand away, leaving herself unfulfilled. Hermione was appalled at her actions; she had never had an urge to do that before. Something must be wrong here! Maybe Malfoy put a spell on her! Maybe this was all just a crude joke people were playing on her.

'Well, if that's the case then I will just ignore it, show them that they wasted their time trying to distract me.' Hermione thought smugly, but try as she may she couldn't get the images of Draco and Blaise's activities out of her head. She tried to remember more details of the dream, trying to determine if it was engineered by a spell or potion, she saw that they paused at times to discuss something. All dialogue between the two was muted, she could only hear what they were saying when they were in the full force of their actions. The dream image got blurrier while they paused as well. Hermione filed away this piece of knowledge for later. Slowly she drifted off to sleep, the dream replaying in her mind.

When Hermione woke up the next morning she was flustered, and late. She slept restlessly for the rest of the night, she had a feeling of emptiness sitting deep within her chest, and for the life of her she couldn't figure out what had caused it, and then to top this off her alarm didn't go off so she only had 20 minutes to get dressed, and make it to class. She groaned, already knowing that this was going to be bad. An owl tapped on her window, delivering her schedule. Hermione quickly untied the parchment from the owls leg and tossed it an owl treat, before running to her private bathroom with her wand and school uniform. She did a simple freshening spell, and a few quick charms to tame her hair so the big chocolate curls cascaded down her back. She also did a quick charm to apply light make up. She’d never really bothered with her appearance before, but after finally reading the book Ginny had been pressing on her, 50 Spells to Help You Look Fabulous in Less than 5 Minutes. She quickly mastered a few basic spells from it and found herself pleasantly surprised at the effect, and since then had taken pride in her appearance, though never flaunting herself like Lavender and Pavarti did. Hermione performed one last spell, to change her clothes, before pocketing her wand and running back to her room and glancing at her schedule. She groaned, Double Potions, with that slimy git Snape; which also meant she had to put up with Malfoy and Zabini this morning. She blushed, recalling her dream from the night before. She glanced back at her schedule and groaned again when she realized every class she had today was with those two annoying, elitist, egotistical, sexy, intelligent…

“I did not just think that” Hermione admonished herself as she began piling her books and school supplies into her bag. What had gotten into her? Maybe Malfoy and Zabini were playing some sort of prank on her. Well, she would keep an eye on them today, maybe they’d give themselves away. She glanced at the clock and saw that she had 10 minutes left to get to the dungeons, which just happened to be on the other side of the castle and 5 floors down. It’d be a miracle if she got there on time, she began to run. Not a good start to the year, especially since she’s Head Girl, Snape would just love to take points off and then spend the rest of the class insinuating that she is incompetent in the capacity of a Head Student. The last thing she needed was for Filch to find her running in the halls and start threatening her as well. Luckily though, she was able to avoid running into any teachers and took a couple short cuts that Harry, Ron and her had explored the previous year. The bell rand just as she stepped into the Potions classroom clutching a cramp in her side. She walked over to where Ron and Harry were sitting, dropped her bag, and sat down, still trying to catch her breath.

“Uh, ‘Mione….?” Ron started, but Hermione held up her hand to silence him before glancing around the classroom to see the rest of her classmates giving her curious looks. Hermione Granger was never late for class, even the dreaded Potions. Malfoy and Zabini were looking at her too, though they didn’t make any comments. Malfoy looked curious, but there was a new appraising glint in his eyes, Hermione narrowed her eyes slightly before moving her gaze to Zabini. He looked outright amused. Ok, something was defiantly up, but maybe it wasn’t Malfoy who was spearheading this little prank. Her ruminations were cut short by the entrance of the Potions Master who eyed the still out of breath Head Girl before glancing around the room to look for any signs of misbehavior. He couldn’t see any but he did notice that both Malfoy and Zabini kept their attention avidly on the Head Girl. He briefly wondered what they were up to before launching into his lecture.

By the end of the class Snape defiantly knew something was up. After a brief lecture on NEWTs, and the skills they would hopefully be acquiring that year he set them to make a Dreamless Sleep Draught. During the lecture neither Zabini’s or Malfoy’s eyes left Granger and once they began their work for the day the two still spent every free moment gazing at the brunette, a fact she was well aware of. Even if she didn’t look around every once and a while to make eye contact with one of them before turning away and busying herself with the potion, she would have still felt their gazes burning holes in the side of her head. Harry and Ron noticed too and tried to ask about it, but Snape always managed to interrupt their conversation before she could get an answer out. She just gave them a confused shrug and quietly let them know they’d talk after class.
When class ended, Hermione poured her potion into several small vials, labeling one to hand in to Snape, while pocketing the rest to use incase she had more dreams. She, Ron and Harry got out of the classroom as fast as they could talk. Draco and Blaise went to following at a safe distance, close enough to hear, not close enough for the trio to realize it.

“Ok, ‘Mione, what’s up?” Harry asked, concerned, “Why weren’t you at breakfast? Ron was freaking out when you didn’t show up, thinking you’d been attacked by Slythern’s or something, Malfoy and Zabini kept staring at our table, at us specifically. Then they were staring at you through the whole of potions.”

“I slept in this morning, though I do think the Slytherin’s are up to something. I… I had a nightmare last night.” She stopped for a moment to suppress a blush, “Malfoy and Zabini were in it. Then the way Zabini looked at me when I walked into the classroom, it was like he knew what the dream was, and why I was late.”

“Fucking Death Eater Bastards! When I get my hands on them…” Ron began to rant, turning the heads of many students.

“Ron! You’re a prefect! Don’t use language like that, not when there are first years around.” Hermione admonished.

“Hermione! How can you just say that, if the gits are doing something to you I want it stopped now!” Ron raged.

“I do too Ron, but until we know what they are doing what can we do to counter it?” Hermione reasoned.

Ron began to argue but Harry cut him off, “’Mione’s right, Ron. I assume you have a plan, I saw you sneak some of that Dreamless Sleep potion, going to use it I assume?”
Hermione nodded, “They won’t know if have drunk a potion, so if I still have a dream then we know for sure it was magically induced and from there we can figure out how they did it.”

“I don’t know ‘Mione, what if it’s more than that? What if they are implanting suggestions in your mind or something?” Ron asked.

Hermione turned, pretending to grab something from her bag, while attempting to suppress a blush, as she looked up she made eye contact with a smirking Zabini standing along side an equally devious Malfoy. For a few moments as their eyes held the other’s gaze Hermione felt time slow as her heart began to race. The smoldering look in his eyes caused her guarded heart to melt and pour into him. The illusion was broken when Harry placed his hand on her arm, both him and Ron glaring at Zabini and Malfoy, who merely smirked and walked past the trio, letting their eyes linger on Hermione.

“Come on ‘Mione, we need to be in Charms.” She nodded and let herself be lead by Harry into the classroom, where he dropped his grip and they sat down at a table near the back of the classroom on the opposite side of Malfoy and Zabini, who were still watching them. Hermione was still unnerved by the look she shared with Zabini and fought every instinct that told her to go over there and snog him senseless. Malfoy sneered at Harry and Ron who were glaring at him while sitting protectively on either side of Hermione, who steadfastly refused to look in their direction.

Charms began and Draco continued to stare at the Golden Trio, not paying to the lecture Professor Flitwick was giving on NEWT’s. The more he thought about Granger, the more he wanted to go beat those two misfits at her side and run off with her and Blaise so they could claim her, then no one else would be able to touch her. He involuntarily let out a low growl. Blaise shot a look at Draco, and seeing the feral look in his eyes quickly took action, digging his magically lengthened Veela claws into the top of Draco’s thighs. Draco let out a low hiss and turned to Blaise, rage evident on his face. Blaise cast a quick spell around them so no one would see or hear them conversing, if anyone were to look at the two, they would appear to be diligently listening and taking notes.

“Calm down!” Blaise hissed, “If we do something stupid now we could lose her forever, and she’s suspicious enough already.”

“What do you propose then? There’s no way she’s going to come to us out of her free will.” Draco countered.

Blaise just smirked, “Oh ye of little faith, you’re a Veela now Draco, give her a little time and she won’t be able to stay away.” He paused for a second, “But, of course, we are going to speed things along a little in true Slytherin fashion. We’ll discuss it at lunch.”

With that Blaise turned his attention back to the professor who had begun the actual lesson for the day, though he was still aware that Draco’s attention remained on their future bonded. Having left his hand on Draco’s thigh he began to divert the haughty, pale boy’s attention, caressing where his nails had dug into the skin, and every once in a while brushing up against the bulge of Draco’s throbbing erection. Draco glared at Blaise, trying to suppress his moans, while Blaise merely smirked and kept his attention on Flitwick. After a few more minutes Blaise looked at Draco who was nearly whimpering in need, he smirked, cast a quick Silencio on Draco before letting his hand move to undo Draco’s pants. He quickly pulled out Draco’s painfully hard erection and began to pump it, letting the Veela magic in his touch free to bring Draco off as quickly as possible. A few moments later Draco jerked in his seat as he began to ejaculate. Blaise quickly did another spell to clean up the mess before returning Draco’s cock to his pants and doing the up again. Draco just glared at Blaise’s smirking face.

“I’m going to get you back fucker” Draco threatened.

Blaise merely smirked, “I doubt that very much, but don’t worry, when we have

Hermione you can dominate her to your hearts delight.”

Draco narrowed his eyes for a second, glaring at Blaise, before turning back to glance at Hermione with a smirk. He took one more glance at Blaise, nodding once, before turning his attention back to the front of the classroom, all the more anxious to claim their third.

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