Stylistic Harmony

Chapter Twenty
After Hermione had left McGonagall's office, Ginny had made her excuses, said farewell to her brother and retreated to the library to read the letter from Harry. The guilt she felt was overwhelming her. Being with Blaise was the most wonderful feeling in the world, but right now all she could focus on was Harry. Despite her recent affiliation with the Italian Slytherin she still loved Harry more then anything. Sitting herself in a secluded aisle she tore the letter open and read its contents,

My darling Ginny,
I am so sorry I couldn't be there today to see you. I miss you every minute and I'm going crazy not seeing you. I sent this letter with Ron, he promised that he would hand it to you and only you. These words can only be read by your eyes. I love you baby and I want us to be together always. I want to marry you Gin. I've spoken to your parents, and all your brothers. They have all threatened me accordingly, and I have sworn to them that I will protect you and care for you with my life. I can't fight Voldemort without you by my side, and I want you by side as my wife. Will you do me that honour, Ginny Weasley? Don't reply to this, we don't know who is watching. But answer me when you see me at Christmas. When we can be together again. I cannot wait for that day. I love you with all my heart,
Yours Forever,
Harry James Potter

Tears began to stream down her face and her gut twisted, she felt physically, violently sick. This was how Blaise found her, hunched over, crying. The tear stained letter had fallen to the ground, he couldn't read it due to Harry's enchantment of the page. He realised who it could have been from though, so he sat down next to her and pulled her to him,
"What is it Red? C'mon baby you can tell me." She looked up at him, her beautiful, strong, Slytherin man, however seeing him there, comforting her, made the guilt feel all the worse. She shoved him away and stood up,
"THIS! This its what's wrong! Us! Every moment I'm with you, is another moment I'm betraying Harry. I can't live like this anymore! He asked me to marry him. He wants to marry me. Which means that we are through. I can't do this anymore. I can't have both of you." Blaise shook his head,
"You don't get to do that. Sorry Love." She smacked him round the face,
"Don't you get it Zabini! I don't love you, I love him. The past two weeks were a mistake. I was angry at him, and you were there. But, this, us, won't ever take us anywhere, its just going to lead to heartache we don't want." He laughed,
"Sorry sweetheart, but you can't lie to save your life. You were angry at him? Angry enough to beg me to take you over and over until you couldn't walk? Angry enough to fuck me against the wall of the Gryffindor common room? Admit it, you've never had it as good as with me! You think that being married to Pothead will curb your taste for me? Dream on." She slapped him again,
"Don't fucking patronise me you stupid Slytherin arse hole. You think that you're that good? You dream on, Harry's ten times the man you are. Never speak to me again. I fucking hate you." She stormed out of the library, leaving him standing watching the space she had just vacated. Rubbing his jaw, he smiled to himself. He wasn't worried, she was angry right now because she felt guilty. Hermione had gone through the same thing, Ginny was just being more vocal about it. However one obstacle did perplex him slightly. Potter and his impromptu proposal, and the only person who could stop that was Ginny herself. He had a little bit of persuading to do, and for that he may need Hermione and Draco's help.

She trailed him to the Head's common room, where he was lounging on the sofa, awaiting her return. She stormed over to him, hands on hips, he rose off the sofa to meet her but she shoved him back down again. Waving her finger in his face, she said,
"You better tell me right now what is going on Draco Malfoy or I swear to God I will hex you into next week!" He merely smiled, which riled her even more, the telltale darkening of her eyes mirroring her anger,
"What's there to tell, that you don't already know Angel?" She was fuming, how could he just be so off hand about it?
"I want to know why you are writing to your worst enemy? And why you're so willing to help, you don't even know what he wants you to do!" Draco laughed again,
"Oh Hermione, do you really think I would go into this blind? I pulled the information out of Weasley's head whilst we were in McGonagalls office. Stupid idiot didn't even realise it. I know they want me to help them infiltrate the Manor, and I know what they're looking for." There was still something that she was burning to know,
"What was in the letter Draco? The one you gave to Harry." At this he became distant, she kept pushing it, "Draco, the letter, what was in it? Don't you dare lie to me." He looked up at her, the look in her eye told him that she was increasingly pissed at him and he feared that this would tip her over the edge,
"I have some information that may prove useful to him. The letter detailed that information and how I wished to meet to discuss. It could be vital to taking Voldemort down. That's it, I promise." Her expression softened, then she asked,
"What information? What do you know Draco?" He got up, and walked to the small kitchen area,
"Like I said, information that'll help him in his task. You have to trust me on this Hermione." She followed him, and wrapped her arms around his back. Whispering in his ear,
"I do trust you Draco. I'm just frightened Baby. If your Father catches you, thats it, and I'll lose you forever." He turned to face her, pulling her into his strong embrace, staring her deep in the eyes, he simply said,
"He won't." She wasn't convinced,
"But what if..." He cut her off by kissing her, long and deep. She leant into him, giving herself away to the moment. His ability to soothe her like that was astounding, he could take away all her worries with one kiss. He thrust his hips gently against her, allowing her to feel him, to feel what she did to him. He kissed down her collarbone, stopping to remove her shirt. He kissed down to the valley between her breasts, thumbing her nipples through the fabric of her bra. She moaned and gripped his head, running her fingers through the silky locks of his blond hair. He continued his descent down her body, pulling down the zip of her skirt and easing it off of her, where it pooled around her ankles. She stepped out of it, toeing her shoes off in the process. He licked and kissed back up her legs, standing up again to kiss her on the lips. Hoisting her up he sat her on the counter. She unbuttoned his shirt and pushed it off his shoulders. Kissing every piece of exposed skin she could reach. Even after the time they had been together his skin always fascinated her, it connected so much to her, warmth, power. It emanated from him in waves, that drove deep into her blood. He pulled his trousers off, casting them aside. She eyed his crotch hungrily, he noticed the glint in her eye and smirked.
"Hungry baby?" She mimicked his smirk,
"Abso-fucking-lutely." He chuckled, and yanked her knickers down off her body, she fingered the waistband of his boxers, easing them over his hips. Smiling naughtily she grasped his cock in her hand, stroking it gently. His head rolled back in ecstasy,
"C'mon Angel, stop teasing me." He moaned, that only egged her on. He stopped her by grabbing her hand. Raising his eyebrow, he snuck his hand in between her legs, probing and stroking. His finger flicked over her most sensitive spot, she shivered. He withdrew his hand and grasped her hips. Dragging her forwards onto him. He made love to her slowly, almost lazily. She growled in frustration, his movements were too slow, she craved for him to screw her hard against the counter. Taking control, she linked her ankles around his backside and pulled in him deeper. His forehead bumped into hers, she whispered huskily,
"Faster, you bastard." Happy to oblige, he increased his rhythm. Just as they were both screaming each others names, having reached their peak, Blaise came bursting through the door muttering angrily to himself in Italian, catching sight of them, he stopped talking and grinned. Finally, something in his day was going right.

The more he thought about the situation, the more angry it made him. He couldn't believe that Ginny would throw everything away just because Potter had made some grand gesture. He was determined not to let her, rambling angrily in Italian he slammed through the portrait door. He fully intended to lock himself in his room and not come out until he had thought of an adequate solution to the problem when something caught his eye. Draco had Hermione propped on the side, her legs were wrapped around his backside, urging him forward. They were both panting, both looked as though they had just pulled each other over the edge. Draco had his forehead resting against Hermione's, both turned to look at him in unison. Blaise grinned, they smirked back. Chuckling appreciatively, the Italian said,
"You two do realise that we have to prepare food on that surface. I hope you plan on cleaning up after yourselves." Laughing, they extracted themselves from each other. Hermione slid off the counter and approached him. She was clad only in her black lacy bra, a light sheen of sweat shone on her skin. Her eyes darkened with lust, having not been with Blaise for two weeks, she was aching for him to touch her. The effect she had on him was still startling, his breath caught in his throat at the Goddess before him. Ginny satisfied him well enough but she would never compare to Hermione. He felt a tightening in his trousers as she got closer to him, the blond leant against the counter, his eyes never leaving Hermione. As she reached Blaise she said,
"What's wrong Love? You seemed angry before." He caressed her cheek, tracing his fingers down her the back of her neck, grasping it, he pulled her forward, engaging her lips in a bruising kiss. After what seemed like forever, they rose for air, gasping. She could feel his anger seeping through her, and boy was he angry and disappointed. She couldn't fathom why, and now wasn't the time to figure it out. She hooked her finger through the belt loop of Blaise's trousers and pulled him forward, kissing him feverishly. She began to pull on his zip, but he halted her actions. She licked her lip and pouted at him, he stepped away from her and motioned to Draco. The blond walked towards the couple and stood in all his glory by Blaise, who leaned in and whispered something in Draco's ear. Both men's faces spilt into identical smirks and they both turned to look at Hermione, who was observing them with a questionable glint in her eye. Blaise winked at her, then without warning hoisted her over his shoulder, and carried her squealing up to his room. Draco followed close behind. Blaise deposited her onto the bed and divested himself of clothing. She tossed her bra off, throwing it at him, she said, "What are you two planning? You both have that look in your eye." He put on his best innocent face and crawled up her body, planting kisses on her skin on the way up; nibbling her ear he replied,
"What looks that Cara? The one that tells you that we both want you right now," he thrust his hips forward, teasing her, Draco came forward and sat on the bed beside them, leaning down to whisper in her ear,
"The one that tells you that we want you between us, screaming our names as we fuck you simultaneously?" She closed her eyes, already relishing the thought, the sensation that they were pulling out of her. Blaise rolled them over so Hermione was straddling his hips. Draco moved behind her, kissing her neck, skimming his hands over her backside. Nipping at her earlobe, he whispered huskily, "What do you think Angel? I'm definitely 'up' for it," he chuckled, low and seductive, "It lies with you Hermione, we won't do it if you aren't comfortable with it." She leaned back into him, and said breathlessly,
"I want you both, do it. Now." Grey eyes met indigo and the two Slytherins got to work. Hermione had never felt so loved in her life, the sensation of two men filling her to the brim drove her wild. They eased into a perfect rhythm like it was made to be like this, coming together in unison. They made love to her all night, alternating between one or both of them; by the time morning came they had all passed out due to exhaustion, wrapped together like perfect pieces of a puzzle. The skies were abnormally blue for a winter's day, the result of their conjoined power manifesting itself, miles away Voldemort was wide awake, the tremors of unstoppable power resonating throughout his domain like an earthquake. For the first time in his unnatural life the Dark Lord cowered in fear.

Draco awoke first, disentangling himself from the mess of sheets and limbs on the bed. He pulled on a pair of Blaise's clean boxer shorts and walked to the window. The grounds of the castle were covered in frost, the winter sun was low and bright. It was the start of something else, something entirely different. He could feel it in the air, it crackled around him. He grabbed up Blaise's cigarettes from the desk and made his way downstairs. He lit up and took a deep drag, whilst putting the coffee pot on, no doubt Blaise would need a strong shot of espresso to clear his head. A faint tapping drew his attention to the balcony window, an owl with a letter was waiting. He frowned, recognising the little runt as Weasley's owl. He let it in, where it flitted around his head wildly; seeker reflexes kicked in and he snatched the damn bird out of the air, pulling the letter from its leg. The bird struggled to free itself, eventually breaking lose from his grasp and flying back out the window. He shut the door with a flick of his hand, stubbing out his cigarette, he opened the letter and read it quickly. Two minutes later he was dressed and out the door. An hour later Hermione came down the stairs, finding the note he left for her on the counter. Written in his neat, italic script were the words,

I'll be back for you, I promise.

She collapsed to the floor and screamed.

*****"Can't you see Angel, its the only way. This is how it has to be." He stroked her cheek, kissed her sweetly, "I'll be back for you, I promise." He turned on his heel and walked away from her, his blond hair gleaming in the cold, garish light. Her grief overwhelmed her and she fell to her knees. She feared for his life, knowing that this could be the last time she ever saw him. In the distance he turned back to look one last time at the woman he loved, before disappearing into thin air. The heavens opened, rain cascading around her turning the world an ugly grey, matching the emptiness he had left in her soul.*****

As soon as she awoke she knew something was wrong, the same emptiness she felt in her dream gnawed away at her. The sky outside clouded over, torrents of rain hurled to earth. She turned in the bed, finding only Blaise beside her. Immediately she threw back the cover, snatched up a robe and hurtled down the stairs. Frantically looking round the common room, she spied a note on the counter. Dreading what it said, she approached it cautiously. The neat, black italics were recognisable in an instant, the message filled her heart with dread,

I'll be back for you. I promise.

Echoes from her dreams swam before her eyes, she collapsed to the ground and screamed in utter despair. Her screams woke him from his sleep, he ran as fast as he could to get to her. Blaise picked her up and carried her to the sofa, placing her gently down. He went to the kitchen and poured her a drink, making her sip the fire-whiskey, calming her. He snatched up the letter discarded by Draco on the floor, it was from Potter. Scanning it quickly, he turned back to Hermione, she had calmed down now, but her eyes were far away, and the look of horror on her face scared him. It seemed as though she was reliving something over and over. He sat down and pulled her onto his lap, rocking her back and forth. She was muttering something inaudible, he shushed her with his lips, then stoked her hair and said in a stern tone,
"Hermione, you can't do this to yourself. Draco will be back. Read the letter baby, they have a plan and it sounds like a good one. He won't be in any danger, he can hold his own." He handed her the crumpled letter, she read it,

Malfoy,
The plan goes ahead today. Meet us in at the Shrieking Shack as soon as you receive this letter. Do not be seen by any of your housemates, and make sure you aren't followed. The success of this is going to rely on your being able to break into Lucius's study. The Order has made arrangements for the re-location of your Mother for the time being, unless you are able to re-set the wards around the house so that Lucius is not permitted to enter. If you fuck this up, I swear that I will destroy you. Concerning the information you offered in your letter, we'll discuss it further once you've helped us. Don't be late.
Potter

She read and re-read the letter, absorbing its words. Her best friend and her 'boyfriend' working with their enemy, her lover. She did not trust Harry and Ron to keep Draco from harm, even though he was helping them; but she was convinced that Draco was powerful enough to hold his own even against Harry AND Ron if necessary. However, that did not stop her from worrying about him. Blaise had done his best to calm her but she could not shake the feeling that something, somewhere was going to go wrong and she would never see Draco again. Last night had changed them all, she could feel their conjoined power coursing through her, she could feel Draco and Blaise in her system, it was like a drug. She felt connected to everything, she could feel the earth. The world's axis had shifted, the lines between good and evil blurred for all eternity, and it was all because of them. Blaise had been watching her, thinking things through, figuring out what it was she was feeling right now. He had already realised the change, he realised it the moment he woke, and he believed that it was why Hermione had reacted the way she had when she found Draco's note. He did not fear for the blond, Draco was powerful enough now to destroy anything he touched should he want to, Lucius's power would not match his now. The elder Malfoy had no hold over his son anymore and he knew Draco would see to it that Malfoy Manor remained in the hand's of its true and rightful heir.