The Family Jewels

Chapter 22
The Ritual

Harry waited until the Gryffindor tower began to get quiet before he snuck up to the room he shared with Ron. It was Ron’s single, since he was a Prefect, but Ron had shared with him. Thankfully, Ron was still out with Pansy somewhere, so Ron would not be curious as to why Harry was going to get his father’s invisibility cloak and the Marauder’s Map. He unfolded an old piece of parchment, tapped it with his wand and said, “I solemnly swear I am up to no good.” He looked at the Head Common Room, and all three of them were there: Hermione, Blaise and Malfoy. They didn’t seem to be moving much, but they did seem to be awfully close together. He was mentally kicking himself now for not spending more time with Hermione this semester. He put the cloak on, waited for someone to enter Gryffindor tower, then snuck out. He could hear footsteps coming toward him now; he checked the map quickly and it was them! All he had to do now was follow them. He shrank into an alcove, and watched them pass by on the map.

They went up to the Astronomy Tower, and Harry followed as closely behind as he dared. Blaise appeared to be reading some sort of small book, Malfoy was carrying two earthenware pots, and Hermione had some potions ingredients. For a minute, Harry wondered what he was doing. Three of the top students in his year, the Head Boy and Girl for crying out loud, appeared to be attempting some sort of experiment after hours. It wouldn’t be the first time Hermione had illegally brewed a potion, but it would be the first time without him. ‘Am I just jealous?’ he thought.

They reached the top of the tower, and Harry was grateful for the noise of the wind that night, because he had to rush to make it through the door before Blaise closed it, putting up the most impressive locking and silencing wards Harry had ever heard.

Malfoy put the pots down, and Hermione conjured a bright blue flame in each pot. She placed some flowers and a bit of wood in one, and what looked like absinthe and rue in the other. When the fires began to smoke, Malfoy pulled three amulets out of a small pouch in his pocket. He handed a gold one to Hermione, and what looked like silver to Blaise, keeping one for himself. They lowered the amulets into the smoke, while Blaise said something in a language Harry didn’t understand, but it sounded faintly Arabic.

Malfoy and Zabini put the gold amulet around Hermione’s neck, and then both of them kissed her on the mouth. ‘What the fuck?’ Harry thought. It got better though. Blaise and Hermione put the next amulet on Malfoy and they both kissed him on the mouth. Then Malfoy and Hermione kissed Zabini. ‘My eyes, my eyes,’ Harry was screaming in his mind. This whole business smacked of Dark Magic, and he was shocked that Hermione was willing to be part of it. He was relieved that the ceremony appeared to be over, there was no blood sacrifice at least. He shrank back against the wall as the three left, but it took Harry some amount of time before he was able to get up and walk back to the Gryffindor common room.

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“Ron, I really need to go inside. It’s getting late,” Pansy Parkinson said against Ron Weasley’s mouth.

“Yeah, I really need to go too,” he said, kissing her neck, and pushing his thigh a little higher between her legs.

“Ron …Ron, stop,” Pansy had a hold on his chin to make sure he was looking her in the eye.

“Okay, Pansy,” Ron let her down to the ground and kissed her hand. “Can I see you tomorrow?” he asked hopefully.

“Of course,” she told him with a strange gleam in her eyes. Ron was confused for a minute. Was she…grateful for common courtesies? What kind of low life bastards had she been dating before him? He looked down slightly, and saw the Slytherin crest on her cloak. ‘Slytherin low life bastards,’ Ron thought, ‘the worst kind.’

“What time should I call for you tomorrow, Miss Parkinson?” Ron asked.

This got a small giggle out of Pansy, and Ron just about pushed her against the wall again. “9:00? We could study after breakfast.”

“I’ll be waiting, love,” he kissed her hand one more time before making sure that the portrait hole closed after her. He sprinted up all the stairs to Gryffindor tower, not even noticing them. He gave the Fat Lady the password, and was just about the sneak up the staircase to the Boy’s Dormitory when he noticed Harry sitting in front of the fire looking as if someone had told him that Snape was going to be the Headmaster and that Quidditch was cancelled for the rest of the year.

“Harry, what’s wrong?” Ron asked.

Harry smirked a little bitterly. “I don’t think you’d believe me if I told you.”

“Sure I would Harry,” Ron said confidently.

“I was following Hermione tonight, because I wanted to know what was going on with her and Zabini and Malfoy.” Ron nodded that he understood, and Harry continued, “They went to the Astronomy Tower, performed what looked like a Dark Magic ritual, then they all kissed each other on the mouth. I had to watch Zabini and Malfoy kiss each other on the mouth twice!”

Ron sat in stunned silence for a full minute. “Well, I believe you, but I wish I didn’t.”

Harry ran a hand through his already messy hair. “What do you think we should do now?”

“I think we should go to sleep now. There’s nothing we can do tonight,” Ron said with a sigh.

“Your sister was right about you,” Harry said as they walked up the stairs. “You’re not a git anymore.”

“Sod off Harry.” Ron gave him a small shove.

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Draco Malfoy drew back after kissing Blaise Zabini, and wondered where that had come from. In the book, the ritual called for a ‘greeting’ after the presentation of the talisman. Somehow, he managed to greet Blaise with his tongue. And Blaise certainly didn’t seem to have a problem with it. As a matter of fact, Blaise was looking even more dazed than he felt. Maybe they were getting themselves mixed up in something they didn’t understand. After all, they only taught Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts, they didn’t teach the Dark Arts.

“Blaise, Draco, are you all right?” Hermione’s voice seemed to call them back to their senses, and they gathered their scattered belongings and walked back down the stairs to the Head Dorm. Once they reached the common room, Hermione walked up to each of them and placed a small red silk draw string bag around the Talisman of Mars, pulled it tight and hid it under their clothes. “How do you feel?” she asked, looking at them expectantly.

“Hell, I don’t know how I feel,” Draco said, rather exasperated. “How do you feel?” he asked her.

“I’m not sure I’ve ever felt better, actually,” Hermione smiled at each of them. Taking their hands and leading them up to her room. She pushed then back to sit on her bed, giving each of them deep, lingering kisses. “Blaise, you haven’t said anything. Was casting the spell very draining?” Hermione didn’t know enough about the magic they had just used to know if he was exhausted.

“I’m all right cara, not too tired,” Blaise smiled at her slightly. “What did you have in mind?” A naughty little smile began to play on his full lips.

Draco caught the look on Blaise’s face, and watched Hermione expectantly. She certainly seemed to be the liveliest of them tonight. Maybe she was ready to start telling them what she wanted from them, instead of them teaching her what they had to offer.

“Strip,” she said in her bossy voice.

Draco and Blaise stood up from the bed and said with extreme sarcasm, “Yes, ma’am.” Clothes were quickly removed, however, and she was quite enjoying the show.

“Kiss for me again,” Hermione said. They did kiss, but seemed to have trouble looking at each other. She waited a beat, “Draco, feel this,” she took his hand; put it under her skirt and into her knickers. He didn’t need more encouragement to caress her dripping pussy. Blaise’s hand was next, and they both looked at her confused. “Seeing the two of you together, that’s what it does to me.”

They still wouldn’t look at each other. She continued, “Do you think it’s sexy when two women have sex with each other?”

Blaise answered for them both, “Of course, but that is totally different.”

“How?” she questioned.

“Naked women are beautiful,” Draco said.

“Oh come on, you are two of the most beautiful people I have ever seen period, let alone the fact that I get to see you naked.” Hermione smiled rather possessively at them both.

Draco smirked, “That may be true, love, but I’ve just never thought about blokes like that before.” Blaise nodded, but he was remembering eating Draco’s cum out of Hermione’s pussy. ‘Didn’t bother me a bit,’ he thought, looking at Draco’s naked body.

Draco looked at Blaise’s golden chiseled body and touched the back of his neck. They got closer to each other, and Blaise closed the distance between their mouths. They kissed roughly, both surprised by the passion.

Hermione made a small noise, and they looked down at her. “I didn’t mean for you to ignore me,” she said in a small voice. They were so much taller than she was, “Do you think we could move to the bed?”

The boys were slow to move, kissing each other again, before Blaise broke away and lay on the bed next to Hermione. Both Blaise and Hermione held their hands out to Draco, drawing him in between them. Hermione kissed his mouth, while Blaise ran his hands down his chest, pinching his nipples hard. Draco’s cock was the dark purple color that Blaise remembered, and he wrapped his hand around it, fisting it the way he liked to be touched. Draco’s hips thrust up at him, and a drop of pearly white pre-cum appeared at his tip. Blaise stroked the pre-cum around with his thumb, earning a groan from Draco.

Draco laid back on the bed, pulling Hermione over him, kissing her mouth and down her neck. He sucked on her collarbone, pulling back to look at the purple mark her left with a smirk. “I’ll remember that you did that Draco,” Hermione said in a sing song voice.

Draco merely smirked, and pulled her legs up so that she was kneeling, straddling his chest. Blaise moved between Draco’s open legs, licking his cock like it was an ice cream. Draco’s fingers came up and he parted the lips of Hermione’s pussy as if he were opening a flower. He played with her pussy, moving her wetness around before brushing his thumb over her clit. Draco groaned as Blaise’s mouth engulfed his cock, Blaise’s hand moving up to caress his balls. Hermione moved on Draco’s chest, trying to get him to put a finger inside her. He thrust two inside her slit, still just barely brushing her clit with his thumb. Blaise may not have sucked cock before, but he was apparently quite good at it, if the look on Draco’s face was any indication. He tried to hold off, but he came in his best friend’s mouth. Blaise licked his cock clean after swallowing his load.

Blaise moved up on the bed and kissed Hermione, sharing Draco’s cum with her before he kissed Draco as well. Draco was shaking from the force of his orgasm, and wasn’t paying as much attention to Hermione as she would have liked. She looked at Blaise’s hard cock and placed a hand on his chest, pushing him back onto the bed. Hermione climbed off Draco and slid onto Blaise’s erection with a small sigh. Blaise pulled Hermione forward slightly to play with her nipples while she rode him. When Draco was sufficiently recovered to be able to move, he shifted position to lick Hermione’s clit while she continued to raise and lower herself over Blaise. Draco slid an index finger from either hand into her pussy, one after the other to get them good and wet before moving behind them.

He knelt between Blaise’s thighs, and very slowly pushed a finger into both Blaise and Hermione’s arse. They began to move faster and Hermione came with a small cry. Draco pulled back, and Blaise moved Hermione off him and entered her again. She wrapped her legs around his waist while he thrust deep inside her. He counted the strokes while watching her eyes. When he got to six, his cock spasmed inside her, filling her with his cum. Blaise fell forward onto her, gathering her in his arms, “Sei così perfetti, tesoro.”

Blaise moved onto his side, and Draco fell onto his back on her other side. For a minute, they just panted. “Well, did the diary say anything about any repercussions from the bonding?” Hermione asked with a smile.

“All it said was that it would strengthen the existing bond.” Blaise smiled. “Are you okay with this Draco?” Blaise asked a trifle reluctantly.

“I have never been closer to two people than I am to the two of you. I’m not willing to give you up now,” Draco said, shaking his head.

“I love you,” Hermione said to each of them, kissing them softly in turn.

Sei così perfetti, tesoro – You are so perfect, darling.
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A/N – Sorry to those who were glad I had no slash. I find slash highly erotic, and there will be more. Thanks to all who have read and reviewed. GRIN

Natalie – Those are the actual colors in which the consecrated talismans would be wrapped. Makes me wonder how JK chose the colors for each house, since the lion goes with red.

Athénais – Jealousy would be a huge problem, but I hope I just solved that one for you.