Stylistic Harmony

Chapter Twenty Six
She awoke to furious hammering on the door, sitting up, she looked around the room, Blaise was nowhere to be seen. Her gaze fell on the clock on the mantelpiece, it was almost three o'clock. She flicked her wrist at the portrait door, which swung open in response, revealing Harry, Ron and Ginny behind it. She glared angrily at the fireplace, she wasn't in the mood for them today. Their hypocrisy drove her insane. They trooped in, Ron plonked down on the sofa next to her, planting a wet kiss on her cheek,
"Hey darling, where were you? We've been knocking for ages!" She smiled falsely, fluttering her eyelashes, Harry was eyeing her suspiciously,
"I was asleep on the sofa, I didn't hear you." Ron smiled at her, putting his arm around her shoulder. Ginny and Harry were watching, their eyes narrowed in pure loathing. Hermione really couldn't deal with this lot right now, so she said to them, "Uh guys, is there a reason you're here? Its just I've got a lot of work to do and I was going to get in the shower then get on with it." Harry stepped forward,
"We came to say goodbye, we're going back to London this afternoon. We'll see you at Christmas." She nodded, Ron kissed her and said,
"I'll miss you, Love, but we'll see each other in a couple of weeks, okay?" She smiled, he left, along with Ginny. Her expression turned cold, pissed off,
"Did you go to the house?" She asked. Harry's expression darkened, they had been to the house, and they found what they had been looking for. However, he was reluctant to tell Hermione, convinced that she was at least still in touch with Malfoy. He didn't trust her anymore, at all. So he lied,
"No we didn't, it wasn't there." He could tell she didn't believe him, standing up, she sauntered over to him, leaning in to whisper in his ear,
"Do you think I'm stupid Potter? You can't lie to save your life." He sneered and stepped back,
"We found it. Gonna run and tell your little boyfriend are we?" She smiled,
"Boyfriend? Surely Ron was with you?" Laughing she turned her back to him, saying coldly, "Get the fuck out of my dorm, you twat." Another voice seconded that,
"I think wanker is a better term than that Lover." The sarcastic drawl of the man she loved, she spun on her heel and flung herself into the blondes waiting arms. Harry averted his eyes from the now kissing couple, the sight of it making him want to vomit. He growled and stormed out, shoving Blaise out the way, earning himself a clip round the ear. Blaise rolled his eyes at Hermione and Draco and went in search of something to warm him up, preferably alcoholic. Draco lifted Hermione off the floor and set her on the sofa, peeling off his coat and shirt as he went. She grinned widely, kissing his neck, saying,
"I've missed you baby." He responded by popping the button on her jeans, sliding his hand in. She gasped as he applied pressure to all the right places. He trailed kisses all the way down her stomach, she raised her hips as he slid her jeans from her body. His followed shortly after. He kissed back up to her neck, laying his body flush with hers, she could feel his need for her against her, she groaned. He smiled wickedly,
"I've missed you too Lover." Picking her up from the sofa he laid her on the floor by the fireplace, and removed the rest of their clothing. She watched his eyes in the firelight, they were the most beautiful charcoal grey colour, she could feel his love for her seeping from his skin. It was intoxicating. She hooked her hand round the back of his neck and smashed his lips onto hers, bringing him back against her. With a thrust of his hips, he entered her smoothly, in response she bit down on his bottom lip, drawing blood. From the kitchen Blaise watched them, sipping his drink. He could feel the strain in his trousers and longed to join in the fun, but he knew Hermione needed this time with Draco, their connection having been severed for the past two days. The power that was emanating from the couple was seductive to say the least, he could feel it calling it out to him, willing him to them. He set his drink down and went to sit on the sofa. On the floor, Hermione and Draco were oblivious to the world, her fingers were clawing his back, leaving long red scratches. She hooked her legs around Draco's waist and pulled him deeper in, eliciting a deep moan from the blond. That did it for her, and she tipped over the edge, screaming out his name. He followed her, growling with the effort, collapsing on top of her. He rolled to one side, pulling her to him. She snuggled against him, inhaling his scent, tracing her fingers idly over his chest, memorising every contour of his form. Nuzzling his neck she said breathlessly,
"I love you Draco Malfoy." He smiled and pulled her atop him, kissing her deeply,
"I love you." She wiggled her hips suggestively, he grabbed them, lifting her up and bringing her back down onto him. She sat up, flicking her head back in sheer bliss. Blaise watched them, eyes narrowing, he was about to leave when Hermione's head snapped towards him. She raised an eyebrow, a gesture so reminiscent of the man under her, Blaise's lust was increased tenfold, in between gasps, she managed to breathe out,
"Going somewhere Lover?" Then with one finger beckoned him towards them. Needless to say, Blaise was there in an instant, tearing his clothes off as he went. He knelt down behind her, planting feathered kisses down her neck, she tangled her fingers in his hair, pulling him up to level with her,
"Stop fucking around Zabini, I need you now!" Blaise was only to happy to oblige.

Harry was furious, pacing up and down, pausing every so often to throw something against the wall. He had been locked in the old study at Grimmauld Place ever since arriving back from Hogwart's, he hadn't spoken a word to anyone, and all were concerned about his well being. He, however, was more concerned with Hermione, the image of her kissing Malfoy burned deep onto his retina's, and the look in her eye, it was like the girl he had known for six years didn't exist anymore. He looked at her now and all he could see was a shell, a shade of what she used to be. He looked at her now and all he could see was his enemy, suddenly it was like Harry had an epiphany, that was it, it wasn't Hermione behind her eyes, it was Malfoy. Harry couldn't believe he had been so stupid, Malfoy had to have her under some spell, that was the only reason he could fathom for her sudden dramatic change. Of course, the thought had crossed his mind before but he had waved it off, thinking Hermione to smart to be caught off guard like that, but with everything that had happened since, well, it was the only explanation he could think of. He thought back to his confrontation with Malfoy, the threat he made had clearly been thrown back in his face, Malfoy's presence in the Common Room that afternoon proof of it. Making a conscious decision he walked to the desk, pulled out a parchment and a quill, then began to write, halfway into the letter he stopped. If he sent this letter, it would put Hermione's life in danger, not that it wasn't already, but Lucius Malfoy was a darn sight worse then his shit of a son. His emotions now conflicted he screwed up the parchment and tossed it across the room. Leaning back in the chair, he closed his eyes, there was only one thing to do. He had to get Hermione out of there.

She stirred in her sleep, perfectly content between the two men who had completed her life so fully, all three of them sprawled on the floor, exhausted by their lovemaking. Lazily she opened one eye, it was now late evening, she waved her hand airily, igniting all the lamps in the room, and sparking a roaring fire in the grate. She shivered, extracting herself from the two men holding her, she rose gracefully from the floor, picking up Draco's discarded robe as she went. Pulling it on, she wandered over to the kitchen, poured herself a drink and picked up Blaise's packet of cigarettes, she had never smoked in her life before, finding it a disgusting habit, but regardless of this she tapped one out, put it to her lips and lit it. Taking a long drag, she was surprised at how easily it came to her as if she'd been smoking twenty a day for years, the nicotine stung her lungs, it had an unusual calming effect on her. She downed her drink and then sank onto the sofa, her deep brown eyes fixated on the two naked figures illuminated by the soft glow of the firelight. Their beauty was enrapturing, Blaise blending in with the shadows, smashes of light dancing along his spine, then Draco, his pale skin almost glowing stark white, smooth and shimmering. She was intrigued by their position, in her absence, Draco had slung his free arm over Blaise's waist, spooning his side, they looked perfect. She knew, of course how Blaise felt about Draco, but she never suspected that her boyfriend may reciprocate that feeling. In a way she envied them, they had known each other for so long, they knew each others secrets, things that she had no clue of, a dark stab of jealously pierced her heart, turning her eyes as black as the night. Sensing her sudden anger, Draco bolted awake, his reflex action reaching for her, pulling her into his lap. Her breathing was shallow, he kissed her, then whispered,
"Hermione, baby, what is it?" She stared into his eyes, they shone silver in the half light, his fingers traced lines down her back, releasing calming waves that washed over her. She turned away from him, ashamed of her ridiculous behaviour. His hand cupped her chin, turning her head back, forcing her to look into his eyes, "Tell me," his voice a low purr. She faltered, her eyes returning to their normal colour,
"I didn't mean it, I promise." His worry for her increased tenfold, her voice was barely a whisper,
"What? You didn't mean what?" She stroked his cheek with her fingertips, his skin felt cool, despite the roaring fire, she leaned into him until their foreheads were touching,
"I was jealous," she admitted. He pulled back from her, a confused expression across his face,
"Of?" He leant back into her,
"Blaise. And you." Draco pulled back again, his confusion exchanged for anger, she got up off his lap and walked to the kitchen. He rose from the floor grabbing his boxers up and pulling them on. He followed her,
"Don't walk away from me Hermione. What the fuck would make you jealous of Blaise and I?" His mind was churning, flashbacks of two days previous when he had kissed his best friend. Did she know? He shuddered to think. He didn't know what had possessed him to kiss Blaise like that, but it had felt right in that moment, he had no fucking clue what to do if she left him because of it. He strode over to where she stood and hauled her round to face him, "What made you jealous Angel?" He re-iterated his question, unable to keep the anger from his tone. Her eyes glistened with tears, she shook herself from his grasp and said,
"God Draco, its nothing, its stupid. I..I just was watching you and him sleeping on the floor, you had your arm around his waist, and I was jealous because of your history together. You know things about each other, things that I don't. You've been through so much together and you rely on each other, I felt like I couldn't get close to having that with either of you." She approached him again, and laid her hand gently on his cheek, "Please don't be angry with me." His anger simmered, but he still couldn't believe that of all things she was jealous of him and Blaise. He made a decision then, to tell her about the other day, but to make sure she knew that it had only felt right because they had both been concerned for her.
"I kissed him Hermione." She withdrew her hand, as if she had been burned by him. Behind them Blaise stirred from his sleep, roused by the constant shift in atmosphere in the room, he looked up and saw them, Hermione stood slightly shocked, and Draco, though his back was turned, Blaise could sense the tension by the way he stood. He dared not alert them to his presence, for fear of interrupting a private moment between the two, but what he heard next tore at his heart and clouded his mind.
"You kissed him?" She gasped out. A war was raging in her head, on one side her rational mind was jealous, she didn't like the idea of sharing Draco with anyone, even Blaise. Though there was that nagging voice calling her a hypocrite, she expected Draco to share her, and she didn't expect him to be jealous when she was with Blaise. The other side of her head was lost in an array of increasingly sexy images of her two lovers together, with her a voyeur watching in anticipation. She looked up at Draco again, looked into his eyes, his head was just as conflicted as hers. She asked, "Why?" It was a simple question but it seemed like an age before Draco could come up with an answer, eventually he simply said,
"Because it felt right. It was two days ago when I was leaving. I couldn't bear the thought of it but I had to go. Blaise was with me whilst I was packing. I told him about Potter knowing, we had an argument, I was halfway out the door, but I couldn't leave it like that. So I kissed him, it was only for a minute, but it felt right at the time. Before this, before you I wouldn't have dreamed of ever, ever doing that with another man, but you said it yourself Blaise and I have been through so much together and now we share the one thing in the world I love more than anything. I needed him to know that I was going to make this right. We're stronger together, all three of us together." She pondered his words, she couldn't pretend that it didn't excite her, Draco and Blaise together as well, it made her skin tingle with arousal. She walked back to him, placing her hand on his chest, allowing him to wrap one arm around her waist, pulling her flush against his body. Her mind was swimming, if he wanted them to be together it would mean that he would have to stay, which put them all in danger,
"Draco.....what about Harry?" Draco's brow furrowed in confusion, saying,
"Er.....I don't want to shag him Love." She smacked him on the arm, and looked up at his face,
"Thats not what I meant. What about him knowing? What about your Father? If he found out, I'd loose you forever." He tilted her head upwards, caressing her lip with his thumb,
"I'm not going anywhere. Don't you worry yourself about Lucius, or Potter. I'm going to take care of it." She smiled, there was no where else she'd rather be then right here in his arms, and she never wanted to leave. Suddenly she sensed a movement behind them, indigo eyes darkened with lust locked with hers, Blaise had awoken. Grinning wickedly at him, something occurred to her, she peered under her eyelashes at Draco,
"As you're staying Lover,.........I want to see." She turned her eyes back to Blaise, he followed her gaze. Blaise was advancing towards the pair, light dancing off his skin. Draco smirked, then whispered huskily in her ear, sending shivers down her spine,
"See what Angel?" She blushed a little, it made him chuckle, her eyes were wide and full of lust,
"You know what, I want to see the two of you.......you know....."