Stylistic Harmony

Chapter Twenty-Seven
Ginny Weasley was nervous. Sat alone in the Gryffindor common room, biting her nails; Harry had once again left her in favour for hunting Horcruxes with her brother, Hermione, well she was to busy fucking Draco Malfoy to care. She was scared; scared of what may happen if she were to give into temptation once more. She missed Blaise, missed him so much it was hurting her inside, not that she'd admit that to anyone. She had made her feelings perfectly clear to him and there was no way he would take her back now. Still a part of her wished, hoped that he may come to her, but it was a fools hope. He didn't need her, not like she needed him. It was like a sickness crawling inside of her, infecting every nook it could find. She would lie awake at night imagining the things he did to her in their brief time together, she shook with pleasure as her body responded to that memory. Even Harry's brief return to her, whispering words full of joy and hope in her ear whilst he made love to her, could not cull the images her mind conjured. The lust in those indigo eyes as he had her against a wall, the first time she allowed Draco and Hermione to watch. That last recollection had made her vault to the toilet to throw up, Harry had followed her, concern in his green eyes. She couldn't look him in the eye for the rest of that night. Unable to concentrate on anything Ginny retired to her dormitory, and tried to sleep, but dreams of the Italian Slytherin kept her awake. She stared at her canopy, wondering what he was doing right that second.

"You know what, I want to see the two of you.......you know....." She trailed off, giving Blaise enough time to have reached them; wasting no time he yanked the blonde roughly from Hermione's hold and backed him against the nearest wall. Draco growled at the loss of control and turned the tables, spinning them around, pinning Blaise by the shoulders. Blaise once again saw that same animalistic glint in Draco's eye, before he found his lips being covered by the other man's. Hermione looked on in amazement and burning lust as her two lovers devoured each others lips, totally lost in the moment. She had never seen anything more erotic in her life, and could practically feel the ripples of power eating through the air. It screamed out to her and every instinct in her body was telling her to go to them, but her eyes were glued to the scene in front of her, her feet rooted to the spot. Draco had now dropped his boxers and she could see Blaise's fingers curled around his cock. Draco's head had rocked back and he was groaning. Suddenly his grey eyes, darkened with lust and power, snapped to hers, she smiled. He returned with an answering smirk, raised an eyebrow and said,
"Are you just going to stand there?" She didn't need asking twice, she rushed forward and met his lips in a hard kiss. Draco turned his body to hers, pushing his oversized robe from her shoulders, running one hand up her thigh, his other hooked around Blaise's neck pulling him closer. There was no going back now, this either worked or it didn't, but their relationship would never be the same again. He licked a trail from Hermione's neck to her lips, kissing her again, then leaning back he addressed the both of them, "As comfortable as this wall is, I think it would be prudent to take this upstairs." Not waiting for an answer, he scooped Hermione up in his arms and took off up the stairs, Blaise waved his hand at the fire, which stuttered and died, then followed his two lovers up. Draco already had Hermione under him, doing things to her that had her gasping for air. Kicking the door shut he went to join them and the three lost themselves in each other for the rest of the night.

The worst storm in ten years raged that night. Rain hammered down and the thunder angrily pounded as if hammering on the very sky itself. Harry watched it from the window of the house that had once belonged to his Godfather, the house that now belonged to him. He still had not emerged from the study, his obsession with saving Hermione from the clutches of Malfoy leading him to utter distraction. His mind was working overtime trying to come up with a plan clever enough that Hermione wouldn't see through it, and Malfoy wouldn't figure it out. He had no idea how he was to achieve this on his own, but he decided then and there if worst came to worst, there was one way he knew to break a wizards spell over another, and Harry had been itching for a fight for days. One way or another he would save his best friend, and if killing Malfoy got the job done then so be it. He strode to the study door and pulled it open, making his way to the kitchen, where Lupin and Tonks were engaged in a playful argument concerning ambush tactics. They stopped their banter when Harry walked through the door, he'd been locked in the study for hours and they'd been worried about him. Lupin gave him a genuine concerned 'parent' look,
"Harry, is everything okay? You've been holed up in that study for an age, its not good for you to be cooped up like that." Tonks nodded her bright pink haired head in agreement. Harry grimaced, and said,
"I have to go back to Hogwarts. I'm worried about Hermione, she's trapped there with those fucking Slytherins. Zabini, Malfoy, they are always hanging around her common room, its not safe anymore." Tonks shot Lupin a warning look. They both were aware of Harry's temper especially when it came to one Draco Malfoy, and they were both aware of one thing Harry wasn't, Dumbledore had written three other letters prior to his death. One more to the Order, one addressed to Severus Snape and the last to Draco Malfoy. Tonks looked again at her werewolf partner and both nodded in silent agreement, Lupin sat Harry at the table, and began,
"There's something you need to know Harry. There was another letter to the Order from Dumbledore. It concerned Snape, and Malfoy. He said to trust his instinct, and trust that whatever Snape did it would have been in the best interest of all of us." Harry's knuckles were white from clenching the edge of the table, his anger was bordering on psychotic, but he controlled it enough and let Lupin continue, "He left instructions to Minerva McGonagall on who to appoint Head Boy and Girl this year. He chose Zabini for the job, he put Hermione in with him, in the hope she could turn them. He trusted Malfoy to the end." That was enough for Harry, he pushed back from the table and slammed his fist down,
"WELL IT DIDN'T FUCKING WORK DID IT!! SHE HASN'T TURNED THEM. MALFOY HAS FUCKING TURNED HER! Thats why I'm going back, the bastard has her under some spell. She's been acting off all year, he's done something to her I know it, and I'm going to get her back. If she doesn't come, then thats it. Malfoy dies, no argument." Before they had time to stop him Harry had apparated out of the house. Tonks turned to Lupin panicked,
"You have to go after him! If he kills that boy, then there is no turning back. The guilt will drive him insane. Please go!" Lupin nodded, and followed Harry's trail to the black curling gates of Hogwarts castle.

Ginny had had enough, she couldn't stand it anymore. She had to know. She had to know whether he still wanted her, she didn't think she could exist without his touch for much longer. The dark haired boy was like oxygen to her, she couldn't breathe without him. Throwing her robe on hurriedly, she raced to the Head's common room and hammered on the door. Bleary, eyed and hair mussed the door was opened, not by Blaise though. The grey eyed wonder himself stood in front of her, barely dressed. She averted her eyes from certain areas and tutted. He growled out,
"What do you want Weaselette?" She attempted to push past him to enter, heaven forbid she was seen by a teacher conversing with almost naked Slytherins at this time of night in the middle of a corridor, but he grabbed her around the arms and shoved her back into the wall. His breath was hot on her face, and his voice, low and husky re-iterated his previous question right in her ear. She gazed up at him, fear in her eyes, she was well aware how dangerous this man was, but the sensation his nearness was awakening in her was maddening. She quite forgot what she wanted to say. He shook her out of her trance, "WEASELETTE! I asked you a question. In polite societies it is usual to form some kind of reply. What. Do. You. Want?" He spelled out the question as if talking to a child, she finally got herself together enough to respond,
"I...I want to see Blaise. I need to see Blaise." Draco leaned in again, and said harshly in her ear,
"Sorry Love, you gave up that right when you chucked him for that nancy boy Potter. You had him and you lost him, now be a good little blood traitor and run along. I was in the middle of fucking your former best friend and your former lover." Ginny gasped, his words sending shivers racing across her skin, she looked up into his eyes, and could see the hint of a smirk twitching at the corner of his mouth. Seconds passed, or could it have been minutes, she couldn't tell, his proximity to her was intoxicating to say the least. She could almost taste Blaise in the air that hung between them. He pushed of the wall with one hand and left her there. She tried hard to regulate her breathing, and gain back any sense of perception she had but her head was buzzing with images, so distracted was she that she never noticed two more people descend the staircase, one the subject of all this trouble. Through her haze she heard Malfoy drawl,
"She came back for you Blaise. Little bint wants you back. She's aching for you, you can see it in her eyes." The dark haired Italian sniggered lightly,
"Really? Interesting. What do you think Cara?" She vaguely saw Hermione hovering in the background, one of Blaise's school shirts slung haphazardly on her body, before she fell to the ground in a dead faint. Blaise's head snapped towards her now prone form, "Well, well, seems like all this excitement was to much." Scooping her up into his arms he planted her on the couch, before turning back to his two lovers, with a very very wicked smirk on his face. Sauntering over to them, he said with a mischievous gleam in his eye, "What fun."