Heirarchy of Love (Previously Claim for Life)

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Chapter 21

It was cold on top of the Astronomy tower, clouds obscured most of the sky. Candle light flicked in the darkened room, casting a sinister light across Blaise and Draco's already angry faces. Hermione had admitted the last of the details and neither were pleased about the permanence of the spell, even with with block. It didn't help that it was also too late to back out an” they had no other way of ending this war in the near future. They agreed to do it, but they didn't need to like it.

The triad stood circling Harry. The raven haired boy eyed the two Slytherins warily. He glanced at Hermione questioningly. She just smile timidly and nodded.

Draco caught the look and sneered, “What the hell are we waiting for?” He demanded.

Harry and Hermione caught eyes again before she answered her lover's growl, “The moon, Draco, we have to wait for the moon to be visible.” She explained. Draco's only reply was another growl. Hermione sighed and looked out towards the sky. The moon was partially obscured by a few clouds. She watched as the clouds slowly revealed the glowing orb.

“Almost,” she said, not turning away. The boys tensed and glanced upwards; The triad raised their wands and pointed them at Harry. When the moon was finally free of cover they turned back to Harry and began to chant in unison.

“The light combined, of three times three, We give to a forth, a powerful source, to use for good, as all magic should.”

As the chant continued and the volume of their voices rose white light began to emit from the ends of their wands, flowing towards Harry like steam dancing in the wind.

Harry felt warm and safe as the spell began. He inhaled deeply and opened his eyes, shocked at the scents assaulting his nose: chocolate, hazelnut, vanilla, honey, cinnamon, lilacs, apples and something spicy. Each scent was distinct and it sent Harry's head to the clouds and his dick to stand tall. He could tell that each of the scents was connected to a certain consciousness, he reached out with him mind to identify them. The first he connected with was hot, harsh and unwelcoming, Draco. Blaise's was still unwelcoming but cool and silky. Hermione's was warm and fuzzy. As the link opened she flooded him with love and relief. Their eyes connected and they smiled at each other.

Harry felt the twinges of jealousy and his smile faltered. At Blaise's silent command the triad brought the chant to a close and ended the spell. The moon once again was obscured by the clouds. Harry stood in a daze in the middle of the room, still in a daze from the magical transfer, and painfully hard. Draco and Blaise moved to Hermione's side in an instant, Draco shielding Hermione from Harry's sight and Blaise taking up a protective, stance in front of his mates.

“Go find your own woman, Potter,” Blaise snarled. Before Harry could respond or Hermione could interfere they swept out of the Tower. He stared at the door for a few moments before taking off in their wake. He needed to find Ginny fast!

**

The triad burst into the Room of Requirement and before Hermione could say a word she found herself hanging from the ceiling by her wrists, her mouth gagged and her legs spread wide. She stared at her lovers, wide eyed.

“Now, cara,” Blaise cooed, his soothing tone betrayed by the fire behind his eyes, “You have a lot to make up for. Don't think we didn't notice that little communication between you and Potter.” He leaned in, his face hovering centimeters from hers.

Draco slipped behine her and wrapped an arm around her waist, caressing her stomach. His fingers trailed down lightly, his mouth hovering an inch from her shoulder. His hot breath made her tingle as he slowly brought his mouth to her ear, tracing along her neck.

“We think you need to be reminded who you belong to,” Draco whispered. His other arm snaked around her and he pinched one of her taut nipples. Hermione's moan betrayed the warning in her eyes. Blaise chuckled deeply.

“We have more powerful persuaders than whips,” he smirked down on her.

Draco twisted her nipple and his other hand dipped between her damp folds. He rolled her clit between two fingers and she arched her body into the touch. He smirked as he felt her wetness increase. He caught Blaise's eyes and they both pulled away. Hermione groaned in complaint. The Veela began to circle her, occasionally reaching out to caress and tease her body.

Hermione squirmed. All of them had been affected by the spell; emotions were high, their magic was raw and almost unstable. The Veela were on their last thread of composure. They wanted nothing else than to rip off their clothes and fuck their mate unconscious.

Blaise paused just inside Hermione's peripheral vision and summoned two small dildos. He quickly lubed them with a spell. He stepped into her direct vision and passed Draco one. He stepped up to her again and probed her folds with the tip of his wand. He nudged her clit with the tip and cast another quick spell.

“That'll prevent you cumming without permission,” he smirked. He activated the dildo he had and Draco followed suit. Blaise traced her wet nether lips with his, while Draco pressed his right up against her tight asshole. A few moments of torment and Blaise thrust the small phallus right up her hole. Hermione moaned and bucked her hips. Draco used the momentum to lodge the other dildo in her ass. Another wave of Blaise's wand and the toys were secured within her.

Blaise summoned another object from the shelves. Hermione didn't notice at first, still distracted by the vibrations assaulting her lower half. She eyes shot open when Blaise dropped his hot mouth to one of her nipples. She moaned as Draco joined his counterpart, taking control of the other nipple.

She moaned in protest when both heads pulled away then yelped as they placed a pair of metal clips on the taut nipple simultaneously. She stared down at them, aghast. Blaise was holding a fine chain that was connected to both clips. He tweaked the chain and Hermione moaned as mixed sensations of pleasure and pain shot from her pinched nipples. When Hermione was able to get herself under control she eyed the chain. The two connected to each clip were attached to a single chain in the shape of a Y. At the end of the third prong of the chain was another clip. Hermione tensed and her eyes flew to the smirking faces of her lovers. Very slowly Blaise took the last clip between two fingers and opened the prongs. He then brought it down towards her clit keeping it in Hermione's line of sight for as long as possible. Hermione squirmed as Blaise gently placed the clip on her clit. Her fear was soon forgotten as waves of magically induced pleasure shot from the tortured tissues.

Hermione was writhing in pleasure and begging behind her gag. Both wizards stood back to admire thrashing witch and listen to her muffled pleading.

“What's that love?” Blaise asked slyly, pausing to listen to her indecipherable words, “Well if you're not going to tell us what you want, then we're going to have to please ourselves.” Draco smirked.

Blaise turned to the blonde, “Strip.” he ordered, stepping beside Hermione so they could both watch.

Draco pulled off his shirt slowly, caressing his toned stomach as he did. He made quite the show of pinching both nipples, keeping his eyes trained on Hermione as he did. He undid his pants and let them fall to the floor. He moaned as he rubbed his obvious erection over top of his silk boxers. He carefully eased his boxers over his pulsing cock. He let the garment fall to the floor and stepped out of the pile of clothes.

“Doesn't he look delicious?” Blaise asked Hermione huskily. He tweaked the chain again and she moaned feverishly. He stepped up to Draco, in front of the bound girl. “Undress me.” Draco happily complied with the order. He kissed Blaise's chest as he undid the buttons, making sure to give each nipple equal attention. Blaise kept eye contact with the witch as she struggled against her bonds. Draco made short work of Blaise's pants and boxers, and the Italian's glorious cock was soon exposed to the air. Draco immediately began licking and sucking it like a candy and caressed his balls lightly.

“Suck it,” Blaise groaned, lacing his fingers though Draco's silky hair. Draco enthusiastically enveloped the cock with his mouth and made much show of sucking. After relishing the feeling for a few minutes Blaise pushed Draco back. “On your hands and knees, ass in the air!”

Draco positioned himself as ordered, making sure Hermione would have an optimal view. Hermione's body thrashing, but her eyes were trained on the actions of her lovers. Blaise wasted little time lubing his cock with a spell and thrusting into Draco's tight ass. He fucked the other Veela frantically, both of them moaning in exquisite pleasure. It didn't take long for him to reach his breaking point and empty himself in the blonde's willing ass. He pulled out and without further ado he flipped the pale wizard and descended on his cock, taking it deep into his mouth and throat. He let the blonde fuck his mouth, sucking as if his life depended on it. Soon Draco's cock was swelling and spewing cum into the darker wizards mouth. Blaise held the cum in and shared it with Draco in a deep and dominating kiss.

Hermione was lost to reason; crying for her lovers behind the gag and for the blissful reslease they had conspired to deny her. With their immediate urges sated the wizards turned their attention back to the restrained brunette. Blaise carefully removed the clips from her appendages. Hermione screamed and he body spasmed with near orgasm convulsions. Blaise removed the gag next and massaged her jaw gently. Hermione unsuccessfully tried to form words, staring at her lover lustfully.

“What do you want pet?” Blaise whispered against her ear, rolling one nipple slowly between his fingers.

“I...I want...” Hermione gasped, “I want to cum! I want you both to fuck me until I don't know anything else. Please! Blaise! Draco! My Masters! Fuck me and make me Cum!”

Both Veela smirked. Draco slipped behind her and the two sandwiched her, Blaise claiming her mouth while Draco began nipping and licking the base of her throat.

“Who do you belong to?” Draco demanded.

“You..both of you!” Hermione screamed, “You are my MASTERS!” She screamed the last word as Blaise flicked her clit.

“Good girl,” Both wizards cooed. They both grabbed the ends of the dildos still embedded within their mate and began to pull them out slowly. Hermione kept begging between moans. The toys were soon tossed to the side.

Blaise moved his mouth along side her ear, “When we have both cummed inside you then you can cum.” Hermione moaned acknowledgment. Blaise caught Draco's eye, “Don't you dare cum in her ass,” he warned. Draco nodded and on Blaise's silent command they both sheathed themselves within the begging witch.

“Yes!” Hermione screamed, “Fuck me! Harder! Faster!” Both Veela maintained a tortuously slow pace as the witch between them screamed and begged for more. “Please, Masters!” Hermione begged, nearly sobbing with need. At the sound of their titles they began to pick up speed.

Hermione was in ecstasy. Her moans were smothered by Blaise's mouth dominating hers and Draco was busy marking her neck and shoulders with as many hickeys as possible. Blaise didn't try to hold back and the warm slickness of his willing mate soon brought him once again to orgasm, spilling his seed deep inside her.

Draco was on the edge, concentrating hard on not letting his load go until Blaise was finished with her pussy. Blaise noticed the frown of concentration on the blonde's face and pulled out of their witch. Draco whipped his dick out of her ass and plunged it into her pussy, thrusting frantically until his sperm joined Blaise's spewing deep into her uterus. With his release the magic binding Hermione from orgasm was released and her body was wracked with the most intense orgasm of her entire life. She screamed as the spasms took control of her body, and when it was over she slumped in the chains unable to support her own weight with her liquefied muscles.

Blaise and Draco carefully released her from the restraints and carried her limp form over to the bed. They laid her down gently, crawling in beside her, spooning her.

“Thank you,” she murmured sleepily. Blaise kissed her forehead.

“Nap for now. We're not done with you tonight.”

Hermione smiled sweetly and drifted into a contented sleep between her lovers.

**

Harry flew through the hallways, heading towards Gryffindor Tower. He hoped Ginny was still awake and that Ron was scarce. The hotheaded redhead wasn't likely to approve of Harry's intentions for his little sister at that moment. Luckily for Harry, Ginny was waiting for him a few hallways down from the portrait of the Fat Lady. Hermione had explained what Harry's immediate reaction was likely to be from the spell and she had prepared. As soon as he saw her he ran to her and swept her up in the most passionate kiss they had ever shared.

Harry pulled back for a moment to catch his breath, resting his forehead against his girlfriends, “Ginny, please,” he pleaded breathlessly. Ginny nodded; taking his hand she lead him down an abandoned hall way. She paused in front of a tapestry covered in an intricate celtic knot. Harry looked at her questioningly. He recognized the spot from the Maurauders Map as one of the secret passages out of the school, “I thought this passage was blocked by a rockfall?”

Ginny nodded, pulling out her wand, “Yes, but we're not going to Hogsmeade.” she replied shyly. She cast a quiet spell and the tapestry pushed aside to reveal a hidden entrance way. Harry pushed Ginny through the hole, kissing her soundly and rubbing his painful erection against her through their clothes. The entrance closed behind them and Harry looked up and around the room. There were candles floating everywhere, and a King sized bed covered in red satin sheets in the middle of it all. Harry smiled lustfully down at the younger girl in his arms who was looking at him for approval, “It's as perfect as you,” Harry growled. They kissed again and began to tear at each others clothes, leaving it in tatters as they made their way towards the bed. Ginny angled them so that Harry hit the bed first. She pushed him down so he landed with his knees hanging over the edge. Ginny knelt between his legs and began to tease the tip of his cock with her tongue.

“Ginny, please,” Harry groaned. The redhead smiled wickedly and slid her mouth over his dick. She relaxed her throat and pushed him deeper. Harry was twitching a bit, fucking her mouth slightly. Harry wrapped his hand around the back of her head and moaned encouragements. He felt himself coming close to the edge and pushed Ginny back. He pulled the willing girl up so they were face to face; pulling her legs open so she was straddling him. He rolled them over so that he was on top and kissed his way down her body, making sure to leave a few marks on her skin. When he reached her pussy he dove fast first and began sucking on her clit frantically. He slid two fingers inside her, scissoring his fingers slightly. When he felt her pussy start to spasm desperately he pulled back and lined his aching cock up with her hole. He looked down at Ginny, tracing her soaked slit with the tip of his penis.

“Fuck me, Harry!” Ginny begged. The Boy-Who-Lived happily complied and buried his cock within her convulsing pussy. He caught her lips in a kiss as he thrust in and out of her eagerly.

“Love you so much Gin,” he gasped against her lips.

Ginny arched her back and met his thrusts with her own, “No one but you Harry,” she replied, “No one but you.”

**

The day of the attacked dawned bright and cheery, completely at odds with the atmosphere inside the Head Suite. Blaise stormed around the bedroom, irately muttering to himself, and cursing Dumbledore and Voldemort alike. Hermione and Draco watched the Italian Veela from the bed.

“Did Dumbledore say what he wanted to see you about?” Hermione asked. Blaise shook his head and glanced up at the clock.

“No,” He grunted, “But I have to go now.” He sat on the edge of the bed and planted a gentle kiss on Hermione's slightly swollen lips. “I won't have a chance to come back before we head out. Remember...”

“...to keep to the plan and out of sight.” Hermione finished, clearly annoyed.

Draco wrapped his arms around her and nuzzled her neck, “It's for your safety, love.” Hermione sighed, nodding, apparently resigned. Blaise fixed his gaze on Draco.

“Meet me in front of Dumbledore's office in 35 minutes. Don't be late.” Draco nodded understanding. Blaise stood and rushed out the door heading to his impromptu meeting with the Headmaster.

Hermione turned into Draco's embrace as he began to kiss and caress her. “Ummm, shouldn't you be getting ready?” Hermione asked.

“I guess,” Draco pouted.

“Don't look at me like that!” Hermione admonished, “What would Blaise do if you were late?”

Draco considered for a moment, teasing her. Hermione batted at him, laughing. He stood up and headed towards the bathroom before turning back, smirking, “Join me, love?”

Hermione smiled and shook her head, “I'll not be responsible for you being late.” When Draco began pouting again, she added, “How about I get a House Elf to bring us some breakfast?” Draco sighed melodramatically and nodded, disappearing into the bathroom.

When Hermione heard the water start and her lover enter the spray she called for Dobby. The elf appeared with a Crack!

“Is it being the time now, Miss Hermione?” Dobby asked. It had been Dumbledore's idea to use the elf in this stage of the plan, less evidence on the scene. Hermione had jumped at the idea since it prevented anything out of the ordinary from being found in her room.

Hermione nodded, “He should be out in about 10 minutes. Bring everything up on a breakfast tray, please Dobby.”

The elf bowed, “Yes Miss, of course Miss.” He disappeared with a Crack! He returned seven minutes later with a large tray covered in breakfast foods and a pot of tea with two cups. There was a small phial filled with a clear liquid on the tray as well. Hermione quickly emptied it into Draco's tea and had Dobby take the empty phial with him. Hermione made up a plate for Draco and added milk and sugar to his tea.

Draco emerged from the bathroom, a green towel wrapped around his waist. Rivulets of water water dripped from his hair. He sat beside Hermione on the bed, careful not to upset the breakfast tray. He picked up the croissant Hermione had buttered for him and took a bite. He washed it down with a bit of tea. They both sat there silently, somewhat awkwardly, eating slowly.

“I wish we weren't doing this,” Draco said, breaking the silence, then taking another sip of his tea.

Hermione looked at him levelly, “You know why we have to. I wish I was going with you.”

“No,” Draco said fiercely, glaring at her. Hermione sighed.

“You should get dressed, you need to meet Blaise in a few minutes,” she reminded him. Draco nodded and drained his tea. As he stood up her found himself increasingly dizzy. He stumbled a few steps.

“Draco?” Hermione's voice penetrated the fog. He lurched towards her and passed out on the bed, overturning the breakfast tray. Hermione cleaned it with a quick spell then moved Draco to the center of the bed. She bound him to the posts with another quick spell and called for Dobby. The elf appeared immediately, this time carrying a small silver flask. He handed it to Hermione then disappeared back to the kitchens once she thanked him.

Hermione leaned over her unconscious lover and pulled a few hairs from his head. She unscrewed the flask and added the hairs to the bubbling substance within. She watched as the liquid turned a brilliant silver.

She quickly spelled herself clean, and slipped into the clothes Draco had lain out earlier. She hesitated for a moment, looking at the potion and then her mate. She slipped her right hand into her pants and gave her clit a small flick. She inserted two fingers inside her, making sure they got a decent coating. She didn't know how smell was going to be affected once she turned and her plan had almost been foiled by overlooking her mates sense of smell once. Satisfied with that contingency, she climbed on the bed and over Draco. She kissed his lips and rubbed her body against him. Satisfied, and starting to worry about the time Hermione jumped up and finally took a swig of the potion. She cringed as she felt her skin bubbling, and almost lost her balance as her height suddenly changed. Just as the last of the changes settled in there was a knock at the common room door.

Hermione hurried down and opened it slightly, peaking out. When she saw Ginny on the other side she threw the door open and stood aside for the redhead to enter. Ginny eyed her warily, stepping inside.

“Gin, don't worry, it's me.” Hermione assured, “What took you so long?” It was Hermione's turn to scrutinize. Ginny's hair was mussed, her lips were swollen, a lurid hickey marred her neck, and she was blushing scarlet. Hermione smirked.

“Well that looks like Malfoy,” Ginny commented.

“That's the plan.” Hermione said, cockily, “You remember your part?”

Ginny scoffed, “Of course, I'm not a dunderhead like my brother.”

Hermione smiled, “I know. I have to go. Draco is tied up in the bedroom. See you soon.” With that Hermione swept out of the room, a flawless imitation of the Slytherin Prince she appeared to be.

**

Blaise was leaning casually against the wall outside Dumbledore's office. His arms were crossed in front of his chest and he was scowling. As he saw Hermione approach in the form of their blonde lover he pushed away from the wall and strode towards her.

Hermione paused for Blaise to reach her, then turned on one foot to stride beside him, towards the entrance hall. “What did the old coot want?” she asked.

“Same old deal,” Blaise spat, “Tried to talk me into letting Hermione join the fight. Not likely.”

Hermione clenched her teeth for a moment, before replying an affirmative. Blaise eyed her for a moment.

“You were late,” he stated, narrowing his eyes. His nostrils flared for as he took in his partners scent.

Hermione smirked and brought her fingers up to Blaise's nose. “Our witch couldn't keep her hands off me, or I figured why should I restrain myself.”

Blaise pushed the hand away from him, “Keep your fingers to yourself, we don't have time to fuck right now.”

“Yes, sir!” Hermione replied, chuckling. They pushed out the main doors and navigated through the crowds heading towards the carriages that would take them to the village. Blaise and Hermione jumped into one and it took off immediately, not waiting to be filled to capacity, much to the complaints of the other students still waiting. They didn't speak during the short trip, just stared out the windows tensely. They got out at the edge of the town and turned in the opposite direction of the rest of their schoolmates.

They had been walking for about 5 minutes, apparently heading towards some of the more expensive shops when a handful of Cracks announced the arrival of the Death Eaters. They stood around the duo, wands raised, standing confidently.

“Well, well, look who it is,” one masked figure sneered, “A couple of blood traitor fools!”

“Where's your slut?” Another jeered.

Blaise and Hermione pulled out their wands slowly but didn't have time to use them. Two of the Death Eaters who hadn't spoken tossed two port keys at them. As soon as they touched the couple they were transported far away from Hogsmeade.

“Task one, done,” the first Death Eater said, “Let's terrorize some children!” The group laughed evilly, heading towards the main part of town in search of the Mudblood.

**
Draco groaned as he began to regain consciousness. His head was throbbing and he could remember where he was or how he got like this. He tried to shift his body to ease the strain in his back but froze when he felt the restraints on his limbs.

“Blaise? Hermione?” He called out groggily. He pulled at his bonds and looked around the room. His eyes rested on the empty breakfast tray then flew to the clock. “HERMIONE!” he screamed, realizing what had happened. He couldn't believe she would have drugged his breakfast.

Well, at least Blaise wouldn't let her go when she showed up, he though smugly. He quietened as he heard a noise on the stairs. “Hermione!” he called out again. When the door began to open he continued, “Let me go this....” he trailed off as a head of bright red hair poked around the corner instead of the soft, luxurious curly brown hair he expected. “Weaslette?!” he screamed, “Where is Hermione?”

“With Blaise,” she replied calmly.

Draco's eyes bulged, “What? How?”

“You'll find out soon enough,” Ginny responded, glancing at the clock; leaving no room for argument.

“Let me go,” Draco demanded.

“Not yet!” Ginny admonished. Draco resumed struggling against his bonds. Ginny sighed and watched him, occasionally glancing up at the clock. A few minutes later, at the alloted time she turned and walked back to the door.

“Where the hell do you think you are going?” Draco demanded.

“Dumbledore's office,” Ginny explained, “Which is where you should head if you want to go after Hermione.” She flicked her wand and Draco was released, then turned and departed quickly before Draco could get his hands on her.

Draco lay, stunned for a moment, before jumping out of bed and throwing on a few articles of clothing. He was furious with himself, his witch, and her little redhead accomplice. Once decent he tore out of room in Ginny's wake.

**

The Headmaster's office was packed with Order Members and a few Aurors. Ginny was in an argument with her family over her involvement in the battle when Draco arrived. When he burst through the door the room went silent.

Ron was gaping, “But..but I saw you leave with Zabini!”

Draco growled, “Not me!”

Harry and Ron shared a look, comprehension dawning, “Polyjuice potion” they said together.

“We have to go after them, now!” Draco declared.

“Now, now, Mr Malfoy,” Dumbledore said calmly, “We must stick to the plan and wait for your mates to call us.”

“You knew!” Draco realized, “If either of my mates is hurt I will hold you personally responsible,” he threatened the older wizard. Draco glared at everyone else in the room and began to pace restlessly, trying to make contact with his lovers through his mind.

**

Blaise and Hermione found themselves in a darkly lit room, once again surrounded by masked and cloaked figures.

“So where is your mudblooded slut,” a hissing voice emerged from the darkness behind them and they spun to face it.

“Safe,” Blaise replied shortly.

The Dark Lord laughed, “Not for long,” his smile twisted, “Unless the two of you surrender yourselves to me and beg for forgiveness.”

“Never,” Hermione spat. Blaise sent her a glare and a silent message to let him do the talking.

“Listen carefully,” Voldemort continued, no longer amused, “If you do not take a Wizard's Oath to follow and obey me I will torture your beloved to mate to insanity, kill you both, and if she still survives, use her as a pleasure doll.”

Blaise and Hermione stiffened. Blaise gave Hermione a quick, silent signal to summon the Order.

“Your reign is coming to an end, Tom,” Blaise sneered, “You go on about blood purity but you refuse to hold the mirror up to nature. You have a muggle father, if I'm not mistaken.”

Voldemort threw a Crucio at the confident Italian, missing him by a hair. “Is that your final answer, Zabini?” he asked, throwing another spell at the boy.

“You know it,” a new voice came from behind the Dark Lord. Voldemort spun around to be faced with Harry Potter. Voldemort yelled with inarticulate rage and threw a killing curse at his nemisis. Harry followed suit and their magic clashed, brighting the room to an almost blinding level.

All around the room fighting had broken out, the Death Eaters, caught unawares, were falling like flies. Hermione and Blaise were holding their own, while lending extra power to Harry in his be all end all struggle.

Draco appeared at Blaise's side, surprising the Veela who immediately launched an attack thinking it was a trick. Draco caught his lover's arm and magical recognition shot through Blaise as he looked into the eyes of his pale lover. Blaise spun around to face Hermione, begging the question. Hermione smiled timidly, sending another spell out to shield them and disable their attacker.

Blaise saw red and let out a wave of raw magic that took out half the Death Eaters in the room. A flash of light and an agonized scream brought their attention back to Harry and the Dark Lord. Harry was standing triumphantly above Voldemort's dead body. He didn't take much time to relish his accomplishment and began throwing spells at the remaining Death Eaters.

Hermione gave a little gasp as her skin began to bubble and return her to her natural state. Blaise and Draco pulled her between them and shielded her as she became debilitated by the process.

The Order let out a cheer as they finished taking out the last of the Death Eaters present. Making sure their presence was no longer needed Blaise grabbed Hermione and pulled her flush against him Draco came up behind her, and exchanged a heated glance with Blaise. The triad aparated out of there together. They appeared at Malfoy Manor. Draco lowered the wards and ushered his mates inside and towards his private wing.

“What the hell did you think you were doing?!” Blaise's cold anger cut through Hermione's excitement like a knife, but she still stood tall and proud.

“Helping to ensure our safety, and the safety of our children” she replied defiantly resting hand on her stomach.

Blaise and Draco gaped at her, stunned, “WHAT?!”

Hermione smiled at them, a little unsure, “I'm pregnant.” she stated plainly, “With twins.”

The Veela were speechless for a moment. Blaise soon found his voice, “How long have you known?” His tone was dark. Both Veela closed in on her, grasping her body firmly but gently. .

“Just a few days,” Hermione admitted quietly. Blaise captured her lips in a possessive kiss. When he pulled away Draco copied the action. They both kept their arms around her and a hand on her stomach.

“I think we're going to have to lay down a few more ground rules,” Blaise said, eying the witch. Hermione laughed nervously, “First of all, never deceive or disobey us again.” There was no room for compromise in his tone.

“We'll see,” Hermione challenged playfully.

“I think our witch needs a reminder of whom she belongs to,” Draco commented, squeezing her breasts. Blaise nodded and captured her lips in another dominating kiss.

“I believe you have a room set up for these purposes?” Blaise asked Draco, one eyebrow raised. Draco smirked and lead them down the hall. Blaise swept Hermione up. She squealed in protest but he refused to put her down.

“But what about the others? Shouldn't we be celebrating with them?” Hermione asked.

“Now, now cara.” He whispered, smirking “It's time for some celebrations of our own. It's the beginning of the rest of our lives.”

Hermione beamed up at him, “I love you Blaise,” she whispered.

“I love you too, cara,” he replied smiling warmly down at her.

“Enough with the love,” Draco's voice cut their moment short, “Let's fuck!”

END