Heirarchy of Love (Previously Claim for Life)

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Chapter 20

The cool, winter, midday sun streamed into Dumbledore's office as he paced, having just thrown aside yet another book. There was still no inkling of the spell Trelawney had mentioned. They were running out of time. It was nearly Christmas, and the Hogsmeade visit only two weeks away. The Order had been refining their plan since Halloween, but if they didn't find that spell then it would all be for naught.

Fawkes crooned soothingly. Dumbledore paused and sighed, looking up at his pet, “What are we going to do, Fawkes?” The phoenix merely trilled encouragingly in response. Dumbledore sighed once again and picked up one of the few books he had yet to peruse and settled himself at his desk.

The sound of the spiral staircase to his office activating brought his attention back to the real world. Curious as to who was seeking him out without warning or invitation. He glanced at the mirror beside his desk, it reflected the stairwell, and revealed and very excited Hermione Granger clutching an oversized, and very ancient looking, book to her bosom. Dumbledore waved the door open and greeted the Head Girl before she had a chance to speak. Hermione plopped the book onto the desk but refused the invitation to sit down, flushing faintly and shifting her weight slightly.

“I found it, Sir,” Hermione beamed, “The spell!”

Dumbledore's eyebrows shot up and he eyed the book curiously, before requesting it non verbally. Hermione opened the book to the pertinent page and slid it over to the Headmaster. Dumbledore glanced at it briefly before turning his attention back to the girl across from him.

“Excellent work, Miss Granger, but I must ask, where did you get this book. I know for a fact it did not come from the Hogwarts Library.”

Hermione didn't miss a beat, “It's from the Malfoy library, sir. I got Draco to requisition some books for me back at the beginning of the bond. I never got to this one before, but I was doing some light reading today while my mates were occupied,” the flush on her cheeks intensified, “and I found it. They don't know yet though. The best part is we can perform the spell before hand and it can be used. Unfortunately, it is permanent. We will be able to block it after, but it will always exist.” The last part was rushed

Dumbledore's eyes twinkled as he smiled at the resourceful girl, “Excellent. Though I still can't imagine you are about to accept your lover's restriction on your participation. So, how is your poly juice potion coming along?”

Hermione looked shocked, but only for a moment, “You really don't miss anything do you, sir?”

Dumbledore chucked, “I try very much not to, Miss Granger. Now, how about filling me in on your plan?”

***
Hermione was sick again. Third morning in a row and she was beginning to expect the worst. The first two nights she had been able to pass it off as eating some expired candies. She was glad she had thought to keep her wand close the previous night. A quietly cast sleeping charm kept her lovers blissfully unaware of her presence in bed. Hermione quickly rinsed out her mouth and spelled away any traces of her illness.

She looked at herself in the mirror for a moment. Her skin was pale, and she had faint bags under her eyes. Her hand reached up and rested her hand on her stomach. She knew she had to find out; and she had to find a way to hide it. Blaise and Draco could not know, not yet; not this close to the end. She wasn't necessarily upset at the possibility of carrying one of Blaise or Draco's children, but she couldn't allow herself to be taken out of this fight, especially since they would be performing the Power Share Ritual that evening.. She would approach Ginny at breakfast. They shared a study period right before lunch , during which time the boys took Divination, it would be the perfect time.

She heard some stirring from the next room and flitted to the door. Blaise was sleepily propped up on one elbow.

“Cara?” He questioned, concerned, “You weren't sick again, were you?”

Hermione tilted her head a bit and smiled, not sure if it looked genuine or not, “Nope. I just shouldn't have had that tea so late last night.” She stepped up to the bed.

Blaise reached out and wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her back on to the bed, settling her between him and the still sleeping Draco.

“We can sleep longer then,” Blaise murmured, cuddling against her and falling back to sleep. Draco unconsciously threw an arm over her and snuggled in, his hot breath caressing her neck. Hermione allowed herself to relax, but did not fall asleep, her mind teeming with possibilities.

***
When Hermione arrived at breakfast Ginny, Harry and Ron were nearly done eating. They had their Quiddich gear from an early morning practice. Hermione sat down next to Ginny to hear Ron's latest complaints. Ginny took immediate notice of Hermione's paleness and the poignant look she shot the younger girl.

“I mean, come on Harry! It's practically December now, why do we need to practice at 6 in the morning. It's too bloody cold; you're just going to end up killing one of us, hypothermia or something like that.” Ron huffed, shoving another forkful of eggs into his mouth.

“Nothing wrong with a little Quiddich in the morning,” Harry replied jovially. The practice had been scheduled for the evening but had been rescheduled due to the Ritual, and he was distracting himself from his nerves by focusing on his favorite pastime.

“Yeah, Ron,” Ginny teased, “Never thought I would see the day you complained about Quiddich.”
Ron grunted and shoveled some more food into his mouth. Ginny turned to Hermione, smirking, “So, how's life between two Slytherins?” Both Harry and Ron grimaced.

“Things are going great actually,” Hermione smirked.

“Now that looks too much like Malfoy for my liking,” Ron commented, pointing at Hermione.

“What can I say, he does weird things to me, they both do,” Hermione nearly burst out laughing at the disgusted face Ron pulled. Ginny didn't resist and clutched her sides, giggling at her brother's reaction. When she got her laughing under control she turned to Hermione.

“Any chance I can pry you away from the Library second period?” She asked.

“Well, I do need to finish that essay for Professor Wetherby,” everyone groaned, “But I think I can spare the time.”

“Great!” Ginny jumped up from the table, “I gotta go shower before class. Meet me in the Gryffindor Common Room after class!” The trio waved as the red head darted out of the hall.

Harry turned back to Hermione, his face now serious, “So, is everything ready for tomorrow?” He asked quietly. Hermione nodded; Ron squirmed in his seat.

“I wish there was another way,” Ron moaned.

“We all do, Ron,” Harry sighed, “I'm just surprised that Malfoy and Zabini are willing to link themselves to me.” He grimaced at the thought.

“Well, if it's any consolation, they weren't too keen on the idea either,” Hermione stated, “But they want Voldemort gone as much as we do, so they are willing to make concessions.”

“If this works and we get rid of Voldemort once and for all, then it will be worth it,” Harry asserted, the others agreed wholeheartedly, “But for now, I guess we need to get ready for class,” He sighed dramatically and drooped his posture.

“We could have been ready by now,” Ron reminded his friend, causing both Hermione and Harry to look at him with incredulity until he continued, “if you didn't make us get up at 6 in the morning!!”

Harry laughed, standing up from the table, “Catch you later, 'Mione!” He waved amicably at the girl, as he departed, Ron followed, keeping up his sullen act, though his eyes sparkled. He gave a quick goodbye to Hermione and followed his friend.

Hermione picked at her food and looked around the room. Blaise caught her eye from across the room and gave her a smirk. She smiled back and then turned to her food. She found it hard to bring herself to eat, her stomach seemed to be tied in knots from nerves. It was going to be a slow morning.

**

Morning classes did indeed drag by for Hermione. She couldn't concentrate. When class was over she all but ran to the Gryffindor common room. Hermione waved to Neville, who was tending to his window planter as she looked around for Ginny. A couple of sixth years giggled in the corner, hovering over a magazine. Hermione paced the room for a minute, not able to settle herself on a chair. Soon Ginny burst through the door and glanced around before fixing her eyes on her brunette friend, taking in her nervous appearance. She sent Hermione a questioning look before motioning to the door. Hermione nodded and the two hastened out, giving Neville a quick goodbye.

As the portrait closed Ginny turned to Hermione, “Ok 'Mione, what's up? You looked like you were in shock. What happened?”

Hermione didn't look at her friend, she just kept walking, “Can we talk in private? I want there to be no risk of being overheard.” Her voice was a quiet plea. Ginny nodded and began to regale her friend with stories from the Common Room drama. Hermione laughed where appropriate but it wasn't difficult to see that she was seriously distracted. Hermione lead them straight to the Room of Requirement and silently paced in front of the entrance. As soon as a door appeared she grabbed Ginny and dragged her in, quickly making sure no one was around.

Ginny glanced around the room curiously as Hermione locked and warded the door. There were some comfortable red couches, a coffee table with a few books piled; there was also a mini potions lab, ready to be used. Ginny plopped down on one couch and eyed her friend, trying to decipher what she was going to say. For her part, Hermione could barely bring herself to make eye contact with Ginny, she was too scared about what this hour was going to reveal. She drifted over to the other couch and sat down. She knew Ginny wouldn't have much more patience.

“I need your help,” Hermione began quietly. Ginny was on the edge of her seat, raring to do whatever Hermione needed.

“You're not in trouble or anything?” Ginny asked, her eyes blazing.

“Possibly, but not in the way you might be thinking,” Hermione reassured, “I....I think I might be pregnant.”

Silence rang through the room, Ginny was confused, “But I thought you were taking birth control... Muggle birth control, doesn't that work?”

“It should have, yes,” Hermione replied, “It did for a while, even with Draco and Blaise slipping me fertility potions, but the last few days I've woken up sick. My cycle isn't suppose to start until tomorrow, but I need to know now.”

“Why is it so important?” Ginny inquired.

“Because, I told Draco and Blaise that I would stay out of the war if I got pregnant.” Hermione emphasized, “And I refuse to be taken out of this! I need to know so then it will be easier to hide from them.”

Ginny nodded, “What can I do?” Glancing at the room's accouterments. Hermione picked up a book from the pile on the table.

“I need a spell, or potion that will tell me,” Hermione explained, “I need to know without a doubt, and there is one thing I do know about these spells, is that to be effective they have to be performed by someone else.”

“Don't worry, 'Mione, we'll get this sorted out.” Ginny assured, grabbing another book and flipping it open to the index.

“Thank you so much, Gin” Hermione's quiet response was full of gratitude.

For the next 20 minutes the girls made a list of all the spells that the books provided that would determine without a doubt whether or not Hermione was with child. Ginny just wanted to do them as the found them, but Hermione insisted on making a list and only using the safest, but most powerful ones first. If there was still doubt after then she would try the others. Ginny briefly teased Hermione for her bookworm attitude, but saw the reasoning behind it. Some of the spells carried warnings and even if the pregnancy was unwanted Hermione would do nothing that would threaten the potential life growing in her. When Hermione was finally sure of her spell choices she laid down on the sofa. As Ginny began the spell Hermione closed her eyes, trying to control her breathing and stay calm, hoping for the best but expecting the worst.

Ginny's small gasp told Hermione almost everything she needed to know. Her eyes flew open as she sat up, one hand on her stomach. There was a dark purple glow encompassing her whole body. She looked up at the redhead, confused, “Isn't it suppose to be red, blue or yellow?”

Ginny nodded mutely, but held an open book out. Hermione took it gently from her hands and glanced down at the page. At the bottom of the page it read: “In the case of fraternal twins, of different sexes, the glow will be purple. The shade of the colour will determine the prospective children’s power, the deeper the colour, the more innate magical ability he/she will possess.”

Hermione slowly lifted her gaze from the book, meeting the big, concerned eyes of her friend.

“Twins,” she muttered, in shock.

“What now, Mione?”

“No one can know, not until this is over.” Hermione stated, “We're doing the spell tonight, the attack is in a week, I just need to go forward with my plans and no one else can find out.”

Ginny looked confused for a second, “'Mione, aren't you staying out of that fight anyway? I thought they forced you to make that concession.”

Hermione looked angry for a second about hinting at her plan, but then she realized she had nothing to hide from Ginny, “I'm going to switch places with Draco, using polyjuice potion. But they don't know this yet. I've worked it out with Dumbledore.” She smirked triumphantly up at the redhead.

Ginny was beaming. “I should have known you would have found a way around them! I only wish I could have figured out a way into this battle.”

“You could always help with my plan,” Hermione suggested, “It might not necessarily get you on the battle field right away but I'm sure you could figure your own way on.”

Ginny's eyes were bright and sparkling, “What do you need me to do?”

**
Explaining the plan and finishing researching spells to hide the unexpected pregnancy took the rest of the period and most of lunch. Hermione was all for just staying in the Room of Requirement but Ginny insisted that she eat, citing more reasons than just the recent pregnancy. They dashed into the Great Hall with just 10 minutes to spare.

Blaise and Draco watched the entrance of their mate and her best girl friend intently. They had been starting to get anxious when she did not show up earlier; now they continued to wonder about her whereabouts the past few hours.

“Is it just me, or does it seem like she is hiding something from us?” Draco asked quietly, still eying the brunette. Blaise nodded slowly, his eyes clouded with thought.

“I don't think she told us everything about this spell we're doing tonight,” Blaise stated, “Even Potter hinted at something more permanent during your last back and forth.”

“Shall we try to coax it from her before dinner,” Draco asked with a lecherous smirk on his face.

“I definitely think that is in order,” Blaise replied, matching Draco's smirk.

**

After classes were done for the day Hermione trudged up to the Head Rooms and plopped down on the couch before starting to pull out all her books for the day. She figured since the evening was going to be a write off, she might as well get some of her homework out of the way. Draco and Blaise watched her from the bedroom as she entered, slipping out only when her back was to them and they were sure her attention was elsewhere. Blaise silently strode up behind the Head Girl and sprinkled some powder above her head.

Hermione felt something tickling her nose. She scrunched her face for a few seconds before sneezing. After that she fell into darkness.

*

When she woke up, Hermione was blindfolded and her arms were tied above her head. She was on a silk covered bed. She could hear the sounds of two individuals moving about the room. A bit more squirming on her part revealed that her legs were also tied to the bed. She tried to remember how she got into this situation and began to panic slightly as she realized she couldn't.

Blaise picked up on her panic. He reached down to caress her cheek and cooed “Shhh cara, it's alright.” His hand drifted down her neck, softly caressing her skin. He settled his hand on her right breast and started gently rolling the nipple between his fingers.

Hermione relaxed immediately. She then pursed her face and turned towards the sound of the voice, “Blaise, we have to keep our energy up for the ritual later.”

“Which is exactly why we need to do this,” Blaise's smirk was hidden from the girl, but it coloured his words so well Hermione frowned at him for a moment. Blaise continued, “Veela are sexual creatures, we build up and restore energy through sexual activity. Understand now, love?”

“Yes, but while we're on the topic, we do have a few questions about things you haven't told us,” Draco said, crawling on to the bed beside the bound girl.

“We know you're keeping secrets from us Hermione,” Blaise purred. Both Veela noticed the quickly hidden look of dismay and shock that passed Hermione's face before she composed herself to answer.

“Why do you think I'm hiding anything from you?” She managed to choke out. Draco tweaked her left nipple and she gave a quick yelp.

“Don't lie to us,” Draco's voice held no compromise, “Potter hinted today that there was something more permanent about this spell than you implied when you told us!” He pinched again, harder. Hermione whimpered and Blaise sent Draco a warning glance.

“There are ways to block it,” Hermione said softly, trying to match her inner relief that was the accusation, “Thats why I didn't mention it. None of us will have to feel it once this is over.” Draco starting laving her nipple with his tongue.

“You still should have told us, cara,” Blaise said, “You will have to explain all the implications later when we are less... occupied. And then there is your punishment to consider.”

Hermione shuddered but was quickly distracted by two fingers dipping between her folds and flicking her clit. “More questions,” he growled, lightly biting the nipple.

“Where were you during lunch, cara?” Blaise asked, lightly pinching her right nipple. Hermione's response was delayed as Draco twirled his thumb over her bud while still pumping two fingers in and out of her.

“I...ahh...I was wi...with Ginny,” she managed to gasp out. When she didn't elaborate further Blaise reached down and pinched her clit. Hermione cried out then tried to compose an answer. “Sh...she wanted ad...advice. About her relationship with Harry. About....sex.”

Both boys pulled away from her, smirking as she moaned in complaint. Draco chuckled, “If someone had told me a year ago that the Virgin Granger would be in a position to give sexual advice I would have sent them off to the Mental Ward at St. Mungo's.”

“I think her cooperation has earned her a treat.” Blaise considered. He reached out to the pile of toys he and Draco had collected prior to her waking. He picked up the large silver dildo, “I think Draco and I deserve a bit of a show.” He tapped the dildo with his wand and placed it at her dripping entrance. He pushed it in an inch when the magic took over and started slowly to move in and out of her, tortuously slow. Hermione groaned in recognition, panting to try and suppress her low moans. Draco watched delighted. After a moment he grabbed two feathers and a soft calligraphy brush and placed a quick charm on them. They began to dance across Hermione's pale skin. Goosebumps danced across her flesh they moved in separate directions, sometimes breaking contact with her skin only to descend once again after a few moments. The brush traveled down between her lips and began tracing designs up and down her slit, all around as the dildo continued to fuck her on its own. Hermione couldn't control her moans any more. She struggled against her bonds to no avail.

Draco and Blaise watched, enthusiastically stroking themselves as they witnessed their witch falling apart from pleasure in front of them. Words started to filter through Hermione's moans, begging for their warmth, for release, and for more.

“Wanton little witch,” Blaise chuckled, “Wouldn't you agree Draco?” He asked conversationally.

“Positively delectable,” Draco responded, licking his lips, “I could watch her like this all night.” Hermione's pleas reached a new level after hearing this.

“Please! Need you! Both of you! Please! I need to cum!” She begged between moans. She was cut off as Blaise swooped down and captured her lips with his in a crushing and possessive kiss.

“Ah, ah love,” Blaise teased, “We've made sure that you don't cum until we want you to, and its going to take a lot more begging than that.” Before she could formulate another word he reclaimed her lips.

While Blaise distracted Hermione, Draco grabbed his wand once again and put a new charm on the ticklers. The sensations would continue but they devices would no longer be present. Blaise reached down and pulled the dildo out. Hermione's body instinctively arched up. She broke the kiss and called out as Draco dipped his head between her legs to taste her, running his tongue the whole length of her slit. She thrurst her hips towards him. He obligingly continued to happily suck up her juices.

While she was distracted Blaise released her bonds. When he sat her up Draco pulled away. Blaise pulled her compliant body flush against his trim, muscular build for another crushing kiss. His erection was firmly pressed against her stomach. Draco came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, one hand dipping between thighs, the other running up and down Blaise's length. He began to nip and suck on her shoulder and neck, pressing his own erection against her bum and lower back.

Blaise pulled her on top of him, rolling the whole trio as Hermione's warmth enveloped his cock. The two moaned into each others mouths as they continued kissing. Draco quickly lubed Hermione with a quick spell and slowly began to press into her anus. Once he was fully sheathed Blaise flipped them once again. He broke his kiss with Hermione, who had a pleasured dazed look on her face, and gazed possessively down at his two mates. He leaned down and roughly kissed Draco over Hermione's shoulder before starting to frantically pump his penis into his mate. Draco quickly found the pace and started thrusting as well, his hands clinging to her hips.

Blaise returned his attention to her neglected breasts, watching them bounce with each thrust. He bent down to lick them as he continued to fuck her.

Hermione was delirious with pleasure, coming not only from her mates but the spells they had yet to retract.

“P...please!” Hermione begged, “Love you so much! Need to... Need to cum! Please, let me cum!” She began a broken chant of requests, interspersed with moans. They teased her and fucked her for a few more moments. Their glee increased as the speed and volume of her chants increased. They then shared a heated glance before saying in unison, “Cum for us, Hermione! Cum for your Masters!”

The words triggered such an explosion within Hermione that she saw stars. Her body was wracked with spasms for what seemed like forever, and the pleasure didn't even begin to diminish. She was soon wracked with another orgasm, and another until Draco and Blaise finally released the spells upon themselves and came hard, filling Hermione with their sperm. They collapsed in a pile, panting hard, Hermione on the verge of passing out. Blaise pulled away and stood up from the bed. He watched the pair on the bed lovingly as they slowly separated. Blaise grabbed a potion from the bedside table and returned to Hermione, pressing the vial to her lips.

“Drink this, cara,” He commanded, “Its an energy potion. While Veela live on sexual energy, it can be quite draining on mates,” he laughed at the glare she sent him but swallowed the yellow substance.

“And not to mention we still have another hour and a half before dinner,” Draco cut in, “And we're not done with you yet!”

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A/N
Sorry this took so long to get up. I have had the worst problems over the last year with technology. And now that this story line is more than a year old its not as easy to just write ten pages in one sitting, I actually have to think about what I'm writing now! Alas. Well there are not many chapters left. Maybe one or two before I finish this story off. I have a few ideas for other stories I may write. Either way I don't know if I will post them if I do write them. One is a take on the Marriage Law scenario, and two others deal with other types of magical creature mate compulsion. What do you think?

I don't know when the next chapter will be up, probably not for a while yet. I don't want to submit short chapters cause they piss me off. Hope you enjoy!