Three's a Crowd

Three's a Crowd
-Forgotten_Sheikah
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Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. All characters, settings etc... are respectfully owned by J.K Rowling.

Warning: This is a threesome pairing; Blaise x Hermione x Draco. At times, it will only be Draco x Blaise. There will be intense M/M ^-^. _________________________________________________________________

This must be a record. I have never done two chapters in a day; I think I am just eager to start the lemons. Anyways, I think Draco is getting a hold of his Veela senses now and is becoming confused. Mostly confused over his sexuality [bisexualism...] Blaise is being the sexy beast we love and being all mysterious, Ron is being his slow self, Draco the arrogant bastard and Hermione the quick-tempered, intelligent girl. A foursome of entirely clashing personalities, in my opinion.

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Chapter Three

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Pants and groans sounded off in a room as two people furiously fucked on a bed, their sweating limbs flinging in the air in frisky abandonment. A young man of almost stunning beauty hovered over a submissive girl, his sivlery eyes flashing with a lustful imaptience one only felt when he desired immediate release. His hands clenching her hips tightly, he snarled.

"Take it! Take it like a bitch!" Draco growled as he forced his aching, hard cock into Pansy's overly wet pussy.

Pansy moaned in response, her hips lifting to meet the wizard's pumping dick. "Draco!" she screamed in pleasure, her long black hair falling over her pretty face.

The Slytherin prince gritted his teeth together, his large almost delicate hands digging into the girl's small waist. Sweat pouring down his forehead only to run down along his neck, he panted as he continued to feel the slick, pulsating internal walls of Pansy cling to him like a viper; clutching his aching staff in their wet hold.

Finally, his cock pulsated and his seed exploded from it, the thick cum splashing inside of the girl. Panting, he slumped forward a bit, still holding Pansy's to his body as he tried to regain himself. The girl underneath him giggled suddenly and turned to him. "That was hot." she whispered, her dark eyes glazed over with satisfaction.

Draco shrugged and rose from her bed. Stretching he began to dress in his Hogwart's clothes. Not even turning to look at the witch, he walked out of her room, scowling. He was not satisifed. Why? He had a damn good notion why. It had been two weeks since he had last talked to Dumbledore, the day he found out he was a Veela. Since then, he had been fucking Pansy, Parvarti, Luna... any girl, anywhere, every day. He sometimes went for a good rump seven times a day; different girls for each one usually.

He was always hot, aggitated and hard. He was always smelling two very distinct scents; one was a pine smell mixed with some sort of spice. The other was the one he had smelt from the Granger bitch; lilac mixed with lavendar. Those two different, unique smells caused a painful burning in his loins, his body to shake and the sweat to break out on his pale forehead.

Growling, Draco hissed. He couldn't take this much longer. His teacher's were complaining about his lack of attention in class. Even Snape was commenting on it. Crossing his arms over his defined chest, the heir of the Malfoy fortune leaned against a stone wall outside of the Great Hall, his silvery eyes narrowed in anger.

"Hey, Draco!" a deep, husky voice called.

Draco stiffened when the smell of pine and spice met his nose. Turning, he saw Blaise with Crabb, Goyle and a few other Slytherin boys. Scowling, Draco clenched his fists. Which one of these assholes held the scent? His grey eyes flashing a bright silver, he was tempted to push them all to the wall and smell each one. He needed to know!

Blaise inwardly smirked at the aura of confusion and sexual distress around Draco. He very well knew that feeling; he had been suffering with it since last year. Standing aloof from the crowd, his black eyes hooded seductively, his eyes trailing over Draco. Yes. Draco was changing quickly. It was only a week from Halloween; the night where Blaise would place the missing puzzle piece he longed for into his life.

Brushing past Malfoy, allowing his shoulder to graze his chest, he smirked when Malfoy gasped, his silver eyes widening in pleasure. Sniffing quietly, Blaise bit his bottom lip at the musty scent of arousal coming off of Draco. He wanted to grab the beautiful blond boy, pin him against the wall, and lick his pale, smooth skin and taste his sweat. He would like to bite his pale lips until they flushed red, see his silver eyes widen and run his hands through those fine moon-beam kissed platinum tresses ontop of his head.

His eyes scrutinizing the boy, he felt himself hardening. Malfoy had grown tall and now was atleast five foot nine. He was lean and almost delicate in built; but the strength in his body was obvious in the defined muscles. The rippling stomach, protruding v-cut of his hips and his defined chest was a glorious sight he had seen when they were changing for Quidditch. More then once he had to pleasure himself with his hand due to watching Draco walk in the nude ni the change room.

"So you going to the Halloween dance?" Blaised inquired casually, hiding his raging lust easily.

Draco shook his head mentally, trying to regain his superior, arrogant self again. Smirking slightly, he shrugged. "Maybe. I might go shagging that night." he answered.

Crabb and Goyle frowned. They wanted to go shagging as easily as Draco but it seemed all the girls were more into the too beautiful blonde then they were in the muscular and masculine twins [A/N: *cough, cough*lies*cough, cough*]. Glancing at each other, they remained expressionless, their bored facades managing to bore even them.

"Hermione! Wait! I have to ask you something!" Ronald Weasely yelled, his face flushing in embaressement when he noticed the several Slytherin's smiling at him, their mockery evident.

The tiny, beautiful brunette ignored the red head and continued to walk down the hall, her head raised high. "Leave me alone, Ron. I am not in the mood." she stated firmly.

Draco stared at Hermione, his eyes widening slightly. Her breasts seemed to bounce enticingly for him, the round globes hidden underneath the baggy white blouse she wore. Long, creamy legs only bare from bellow the knee glided across the floor while her flared, slim hips swayed. Looking up, Draco watched as the suddenly stunningly beautiful Gryffindor glared at him, her thickly lached brown eyes giving him a lethal stare. Her full, pink lips pulled into a frown, her distaste for him apparent in the pulling of her facial muscles.

Shaking himself mentally, Draco managed to pull a sneer on his lips. "Not in the mood for what? A bit of shagging with the Weasel? I knew muggles had no standards but this," he paused, smirking, "this is a low for even a mudblood."

Hermione stopped her stride, ignoring the desirable glances given to her from the boys. Ignoring the fuming Ron behind her, Hermione placed her hands on her hips and glared at the Malfoy heir. "I am not a muggle Malfoy. My parents are of muggle heritage but I am not. Under right of the Wizard and Witch law of 1073, I am not a muggle due to my usage of magic." Her eyes flaring, she scowled. "And your comment is entirely inappropiate and disgusting, Draco Malfoy. Twenty points from Slytherin." she hissed.

Draco raised his brows, causing a suprise look to appear on his face. "I totally agree, Granger. It is disgusting the thought of you and Weasel shagging. Now I know what to suggest to a Boggart to scare people." The Slytherins behind him hooted and laughed.

Hermione felt her face becoming redder and she could swear her now usually calm hair was frizzing and curling in her rising anger. Her fists clenched to the point her knuckles were white, Hermione tried to calm herself. Exhaling loudly from her nose, she raised her head highed. "You, Draco Malfoy, are a true image of disgusting. It is a wonder how Pansy can put up with you for a screw. In the muggle world, it is said that boy's with small hands," Everyone glanced at Draco's delicate hands, "have small penises. But then again, I think Pansy like's being able to stay tight, right?"'

Ron smirked from ear to ear, the red blush from his face leaving as the smile on his lips enlargened with every second to the point he appeared to be a frozen picture of radiant happiness. Draco glared at the muggle, his wand taken out purposely. He was going to hex her bloody ass off. Snarling he began the curse only to stop. Staring into those sparkling brown eyes, he saw the challenge in them. They were saying 'do-it-and-I'll-cut-your-wanker-off'. Stopping, Draco tried again to summon the curse. He couldn't. His lips remained immobile and the urge to see the Head girl of Gryffindor break out in large welts and boils seemed not able to persuade his lips to move.

Blaise watched the scene, frowning. Sniffing the air, he stiffened. That smell...

Glaring at Hermione, he grabbed Draco and pulled him away. "Ignore her, Draco. She's just an ugly mudblood."

Scowling, Draco put away his wand. Glaring at the cool looking Hermione, the two walked off in the opposite direction, their confused and shocked group slowly following them. Ron and Hermione continued to stand there, both quiet. Ron turned to the girl and smiled more.

"That was bloody brilliant, Hermione!"

Hermione sighed. "Ron...let's go to class. You do not want to be late for Professor Snape."

Ron sighed and walked beside his friend. Sweating, he licked his lips nervously. Could he ask her now? Was it a bad time? Well anytime that had the ferret and his Italian lackey with their pet snakes was bound to be a bad time. Turning to Hermione, he stopped walking.

"Hermione...I...I need to ask you something." He stammered.

Hermione stopped and turned to see Ron looking very distressed. Concerned, she placed her hand on his shoulder. "Ron are you okay?" she asked softly.

Ron blushed at the feeling of her small, warm hand on him. Gulping, he began shakily, "Well...the Halloween dance is coming....and...well...willyougowithme?!" he shouted.

Hermione blinked in shock. "What?"

Ron flushed. "Will you go with me to the dance?" he whispered again.

Hermione blushed. "Ron...I..." she turned to see his heart broken look. Smiling shakily, she nodded. "Sure." Inwardly she hit herself. She was leading him on; he was just a friend. But Hermione Granger was tragically diseased with the fatal sickness of being too nice for her own good. Seeing her friend's pleading gaze and knowing the courage it took for him to approach her, she agreed.

Ron smiled largely, his nervous expression leaving. "Re-Really...? Well...Alright..."

The two then began walking to the class only to find Draco Malfoy and Balise blocking the hall. Draco was mad. No. Cross that out. He was pissed. Why was Weasel and Granger going to the dance together? Wasn't that against the laws of their pathetic trio? He did not know why he was mad or infact, why he cared at all. But he could not help it. The thought of the two snogging made his fists tremble with the need to connect with the nose of Ronald Weasely. Glaring at the curious appearing Head girl, he snorted to Blaise.

"What Weasel? Trying to save the muggle slut's name after you shagged her by dating her?" he demanded in a venomous tone.

Ron growled. "Take that back! Hermione is not a muggle for the last bloody time; she's better then you at magic! Besides, if anyone is a slut its your whore, Pansy!"

Draco rolled his eyes. "You can diss the bitch for all I care, Weasel. But you and your mudblood whore are really starting to annoy me."

Hermione flushed and stepped forward. "Just leave us alone! I don't even care if you hate me! I don't even talk to you!" she yelled, her face becoming red in anger.

Draco smirked. "But you are such good sport to torment, Granger. I love seeing your face become uglier as you get mad." He cooed sarcastically.

Ron snarled and went to hit Draco. Blaise caught the fist in the air, his black eyes flashing purple. Ron froze, surprise and fear evident on his face. "Wh-What the blimey..."

Blaise smirked. "No touchy, Weasel. Touch us, you are going to lose that small toothpick you call a wanker." He threatened darkly.

Pulling back his fist from Blaise's grasp, Ron glanced at the shocked Hermione. The two then stepped away from the two Slytherin's and began to make their way to the Great Hall. Draco and Blaise watched the pair, their eyes intent on the female pf the two. Suddenly, the two looked away, confused with their actions towards the two Gryffindor's. Draco looked at Blaise and froze. Sniffing, he smelt the scent. Blinking in disbelief, he scowled.

"Well let's go already. I'm hungry." he tried to cover it up.

Blaise followed the boy, smirking. Draco knew. He knew it.

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F_S: Lemon...lemon... [chant]