Claim for Life

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Chapter 3

Charms ended without further incidents. At the end Hermione, Ron and Harry hurried out and to the Great Hall for lunch. They hadn’t noticed anything fishy about The Slytherin Princes during class but they were still keen to discuss, plus Hermione wanted to run to the library before afternoon classes, a revelation that caused Ron to groan and complain and Harry to shake his head trying to contain his laughter.

Draco and Blaise tried to depart the classroom to continue their discussion but Pansy decided to play her cards for Draco again.

“Oh Drakey!! I was thinking we would have lunch together and then maybe go somewhere private?” Pansy fluttered her eyelashes in an attempt to look sexy and alluring.

Blaise just glared at her, before slipping past Draco, whispering, “Lose the slut and meet me in the back of the library in ten minutes. Don’t be late.”

Draco sneered down at Pansy, “Listen, Parkinson, I want nothing to do with you. I thought I made that clear to you last year, and the year before that. Why can’t you get it through your thick little head. Go fuck Goyle, whore!” With that he turned and strutted away from the shocked girl. Pansy stared after Draco for a moment before looking around at the crowd of people looking at her with either looks of amusement, or pity. She couldn’t stand either of it. She turned and ran as fast as she could down to the Slytherin Dungeons. It wasn’t long before the Hogwart’s rumor mill was spreading the tale of Draco’s most recent and most vicious rejection of the Slytherin Slut.

Meanwhile down in the Great Hall the Golden Trio had met up with Ginny who seemed to be just bursting with curiosity and eyeing Hermione. As soon as she sat down all eyes were on her.

Hermione eyed them, before looking Ginny straight in the eye, then started piling food on to her plate, “Alright Ginny, what is it you’re all so desperate to know?”

“Is it true that Malfoy and Zabini were staring at you though the whole of Potions? Are they really up to something, or are you keeping secrets from us all?”

Hermione was shocked. “Ginny Weasley! How could you think anything like that! They’re Slytherin’s! Pureblooded, elitist, big headed Slytherin’s!”\

“Come on Hermione, you can’t deny that they are hot!” Lavender piped in.

“And not to mention they are the only guys that are as smart as you.” Pavarti added.

“You can’t be serious!” Ron scowled, “Hermione would never have anything to do with those two gits.”

“Yeah well it’s not like she’s going to do anything with him either.” Lavender muttered to Pavarti, who giggled. Ron just glared at them.

Harry just rolled his eyes, and shared and exasperated look with Hermione, “We defiantly think they are up to something but we haven’t figured out what exactly. If anyone hears something, we have to look out for each, alright?” Harry glanced around to the students surrounding them, making eye contact, daring people to challenge his authority. Everyone just nodded their heads, some looking curious, others looking slightly worried.

“Do you think Malfoy and Zabini might be under orders from You-Know-Who?” Ginny whispered.

“Probably, they’re dead ringers for being Death Eaters,” Ron interjected.

“I don’t doubt it, but we have no proof!” Harry sighed.

“Why doesn’t Hermione use their new fascination with her to get information?” Ginny asked.

“No way! There’s no way I am going to let Hermione go anywhere near them!” Ron objected.

“Ron, you don’t have any right to tell me what to or not to do.” Hermione snapped.

‘You’re not seriously thinking of doing it, are you?” Ron asked, astonished.

“Well, I…” Hermione looked around at the eager and encouraging faces of Ginny, Lavender and Pavarti, the outraged face of Ron, the nervous look of Neville, and the calculating face of Harry and Seamus.

“Do you think you’re up to it, ‘Mione?” Harry asked. Ron tried to protest but Harry silenced him. Everyone looked at her expectantly.

“Come on, Mione, you’re smart enough to keep ahead of those two thick heads.” Seamus prompted. Ron’s face was as red as his hair.

Hermione finished eating her lunch, and grabbed her bag, “I’m going to head to the library now, I’ll think about it,” she stopped the question before it was asked again, “right now I want to see if I can find any clue as to what we’re up against.”
She left before anyone could get in another word. Ron went to follow her, before his stomach reminded him that he still wanted to eat.

“Just let her be, Ron, she can handle herself.” Harry said, trying to placate the volatile redhead.

“I trust her, I just don’t trust those bigoted pricks.” Ron muttered.

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Draco entered the library, looking around, the only soul apparent was Mme. Pince, she gave him the barest of glances before returning to her reading. Draco started his way to the back, seeking out where Blaise could have gone. After a few minutes of walked he was suddenly thrown up against one of the shelves. Blaise pressed his body up against Draco’s.

“Hey lover,” He growled.

“Blaise,” Draco panted, before losing his ability to talk as Blaise assaulted his mouth with his own, thrusting his tongue into Draco’s mouth and claiming it. After a few minutes of passionate snogging Blaise pulled back and beckoned Draco to follow him. Blaise lead him to the furthest corner of the restricted section, and began pulling a few books off the shelf and handing them to Draco who eyed them warily.

“Don’t worry, I have full access to the restricted section on account of being a Veela.” He grabbed a few more books before tossing them on the table and picking one up and starting to flip through it. Draco picked up a book and started to look through.
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He glanced up at Blaise, “What exactly are we looking for?”

Blaise continued to flip through the book, “I am looking for a bonding potion we can slip her somehow. You are going to start reading up on the benefits of being a Veela.”

Draco looked at the title of the book in his hand, So You Found Out You’re a Veela, Guess What You Can Do! He snorted, before sitting down and reading. A few minutes passed by, where Draco learned that the increase of his senses in becoming a Veela also included a photographic memory, he only had to glance at a page before it was committed to memory. Oh, yes, he was really starting to like being a Veela. He raised his eyebrows at the descriptions of the bonding rituals and relationship between mates, he was not so impressed with the details explaining his life dependency on claiming his mate or mates. He took a break from the book to look up at the only man he would ever love. His olive skin was free from blemish, and his black curly hair shined with health. He had a glint in his eye as he absorbed the information, and big, kissable lips that were set in a confident smirk. His eyes trailed down his body, underneath the shapeless robes he knew Blaise’s body just burned to be touched and kissed, much like his own. They made an interesting duo, Blaise with his dark Italian charm, Draco with his pale English Aristocratic poise. They were the smartest guys in the school, every girl wanted to sleep with them, and the guys wanted to be them. Well, the only exceptions being Potter and Granger. Next to them, Potter was the most desire boy in the school, and Granger wouldn’t come near them with a 10 foot pole. That would change soon.

“I’ve found it!” Blaise said suddenly, breaking Draco’s concentration. Draco looked up curiously, as Blaise passed a potions book to him entitled, So You’re Mate Hates You, What Can You Do. He glanced at the potion, it was a lust potion that needed both his and Blaise’s blood, as well as Veela venom. Veela venom was lethal to all but mates, if she ingested it she would feel a desperate need for both of them that could only be satisfied by a full marking. The ingredients were simple and easy to obtain and the potion would only take a few hours to make. He smirked.

“So how do we get her to drink this? Its not like we can just go up to her and hand it to her and ask her to drink it.”

“We send two identical anonymous gift baskets to the Head Dormitories, one for her, which we lace, and the other for Goldstein which we leave unaltered. We just add a generic, Congratulations in becoming Head, note. She won’t think to question it, she’s too innocent, and as long as she thinks we’re invading her dreams she will be distracted from this method.” Blaise explained, smirking.

“So we send off an order to Honeydukes then have the House Elves put them in the Head Dormitories. When do we want to make our move? I’d rather sooner than later.” Draco implored.

Blaise thought for a moment, “Friday, we’ll try and make it look like a school tradition.” Draco nodded, before he froze. The tastiest smell ever had just invaded his nose. Vanilla, and hazelnut mixed with apples. He looked at Blaise, who smirked.

“Looks like our little bookworm is already trying to find us out. So predicable.” He chuckled.

Draco stood up, “Let’s go welcome our witch back to Hogwart’s.” He smirked and began to move towards the entrance, but Blaise held him back and threw him back into his chair. Draco looked at him quizzically.

“You’re not ready to be that close to her yet, you need to get your emotions under control, remember if we mess up now, we could be fucked for the rest of our lives.” Blaise commanded. Draco tried to argue but Blaise muttered a quick spell that fastened Draco to the chair. Blaise leaned in and nibbled on Draco’s earlobe before stating “You can watch how it’s done, lover.” He then claimed Draco’s mouth in a passionate kiss before muttering one last spell to gag Draco. Blaise stepped back and smirked as he looked at the enraged Draco, his steel eyes flashing dangerously. Blaise turned and conjured a mirror which he placed another spell on. The image in the glass changed to that of Hermione making her way deeper into the Restricted Section, coming closer to them. Draco didn’t even notice Blaise had left until he saw him enter the image reflected in the glass. Blaise silently crept up behind Hermione, who had stopped to look at the spines of books, searching for a title that could explain the odd sensations she experienced when she looked in to Blaise and Draco’s eyes.

Blaise stood behind Hermione for a few moments gazing lovingly and lustfully at his mates beautiful, thick, soft chocolate hair that just screamed “fuck me” to Blaise. He took a moment to savor her scent as well, letting it fill his senses and store in his memory, and silently placing a silencing charm around them. He smirked looking down at her, and softly said, “Hello Hermione.”

Hermione gave a startled gasp and jumped around to face the Slytherin who just smirked at her, moving in closer. Hermione looked up to berate him for sneaking up on her when her eyes made contact with his, they were glowing slightly, but she didn’t seem to care. The logical part of her brain was screaming for her to push him away and demand a reason for his actions, but she just couldn’t get her body to listen. She found herself leaning in towards Blaise, a look of pure lust behind the glowing in his eyes. Before she knew what was happening, Blaise claimed Hermione’s mouth with his own, taking advantage of her small gasp to plunge his tongue into her mouth. Hermione was so caught up in the feeling of Blaise’s body pressed up against her and the sensations he was evoking through the kiss, her emotions were going haywire. Blaise’s arms wrapped possessively around her hourglass figure, pulling her closer to him, one arm around the small of her back as the other slowly moved down and under her skirt, coming up to squeeze her ass possessively; smirking into her mouth as he heard her moan. He slowly moved his hand around her silky thigh, and pushed aside her underwear, his fingers dipping inside her lips to brush against her clit. Hermione moaned again, louder this time, and Blaise pulled his mouth away from hers and began to kiss, lick and bite is way to the base of her neck where he began working to mark her, to warn other males off of her. He knew what Weasley felt for her, and he didn’t like it at all. The Weasel had to know Hermione was out of his reach, and he was quite interested to see what the Weasel’s face will look like when he finds out the love of his life is the claimed life mate of two of his enemies. Oh, he’d definitely have to take Hermione into letting him and Draco be there when she tells those thickheaded, sorry excuses for friends she had.

Blaise kept up his ministrations to Hermione’s neck and clit, moving to insert a finger in her sopping, tight hole, while using his thumb to keep up the stimulation. Hermione was completely lost in the pleasure. Blaise soon discovered her intact maidenhead and was careful not to damage it, planning how he would take that vestige of innocence.

As for Hermione, she didn’t care that they were in public, that this was Blaise Zabini, Slytherin Pureblooded bigot, that she suspected him of playing a prank on her, or worse. She didn’t care that they had never spoken before, unless to engage in a battle of witty insults, usually alongside Malfoy. No, all that mattered was the pleasure racing through her body, ignited by every touch, and this sexy boy claiming her so publicly, on some level she knew she would have a huge hickey when he was done but she couldn’t bring herself to stop. There were a few spells in that book that Ginny gave her that would cover any regular love bite. But no matter how good it felt, or how much she lost herself in the feelings of him, she still knew that something was missing, there was another piece that she yearned for, but she had no idea what it was.

Draco, on the other hand, knew exactly what it was she wanted, because he wanted the same thing, and was forced to sit, tied up in the back of the bleeding library, squirming in and attempt to create some sort of friction to satisfy his raging cock. Damn Blaise for doing this to him! He definitely was going to pay for this. No one should be able to push a Malfoy around like this. Oh yes, Blaise would pay. Draco kept his eyes avidly on the mirror as he planned his action. He needed to read more about his abilities and the bond, Blaise provided him with some books, he would find more. Blaise would bend to his will in the end. Draco was brought out of his ruminations as he heard Blaise, who had finally pulled is face away from Hermione’s neck and having silently placed a charm on the monstrous hickey to prevent her from being able to cover it magically, began to speak to Hermione, who was almost to the point of delirium.

“I know what you need Hermione, what you yearn for, your deepest desires. And you know you can’t keep denying them. You parade around as a good girl, and everyone believes you, except me, I know you’re not as nice as everyone wants you to be, but you let yourself be molded to their expectations. I am very disappointed in you for that Hermione. There are only two people you should be molding yourself to. Me and Malfoy. You are ours, and you know it. No, it’s not Dark Magic, it is the Lightest and Oldest Magic in the world. Love. You may not know it now, but you love us and you cannot live without us. Do you understand, love?” Blaise peered into her eyes, as he continued to bring her closer to orgasm with his fingers.

Hermione felt herself being filled with the most intense happiness she had ever felt in her life as her eyes met Blaise. If this was what it would be like to be with them then she would agree to anything.

She nodded, then whimpered, “Please Blaise…”

Blaise smirked and leaned in to claim her mouth once again. Hermione met his dueling tongue with hers, but was soon subdued into submission as he dominated her mouth and weakened her with the dance of his fingers underneath her skirt,

“Promise me you won’t let anyone else come near you, love. Promise me that you are ours, mine and Draco’s.” Blaise purred.

Hermione struggled to vocalize an answer. Part of her mind screamed, NO! Get out of this situation, and the other half screamed, YES! For all eternity I am yours and Draco’s. Blaise regarded her face, seeing her struggle in her eyes, he brushed his thumb against her clit again.

“Promise me, Hermione.” He commanded, quietly but firmly, plunging his fingers into her core once again.

Hermione moaned loudly, before gasping, “Yes! I promise. Yours and Draco’s.”

“Good girl.” Blaise whispered as he quickly unbuttoned her Oxford shirt, and unsnapped the front clip of her bra and took one of her nipples into his mouth. Hermione was completely lost in the pleasure, she found herself begging Blaise, but she had no real idea what exactly she was begging for. Blaise knew, and he kept up his ministrations. When Hermione was whimpering from the pleasure he pulled away once more.

“Do you want to cum, Hermione?” He implored.

“Y..yes!” she moaned.

“Tell me what I want to hear and I will let you cum.” He smirked.

Hermione was flabbergasted for a moment. Her sex crazed mind fought for a shred of memory that could satisfy her need. Blaise looked deep into her eyes and she began to gasp out words between moans, hoping it was what Blaise wanted. “I…I am yours and Draco’s. I won’t let anyone come near me, I belong to you and Draco. I need the two of you, our lives depend on each other. We are destiny. From this day forth, you are both my Masters!”

Blaise smirked proudly down at her, muttering, “Excellent, love,” before swooping down to take one of her nipples between his teeth, and biting down with the magically sharpened fangs that delivered a small dose of the Veela venom. She was forever linked. They just needed to slowly increase the amount off venom in her body, and she would become obsessed with them at an increasing pace.

As his teeth broke the skin, Hermione felt the waves of her first orgasm pour over her exhausted body, She cried out with her release, the gravity of the situation sinking into her mind as she came down from her sexual high, but as much as the logical part of her brain, which was becoming louder again, shouted at her to get away from him, she couldn’t pull her body away, the more she thought about it, the harder it was for her to remember what he said and what she had agreed to, but strangely this didn’t bother her. After several minutes of standing there grasping each other in exhaustion Blaise pulled back and pulled out his wand, cleaning them up and fixing their appearance. Hermione stood there quietly, unsure of what to say or do in the presence of the dark Slytherin.

She took in a deep breath and began to speak, “Look Blaise, I…” but Blaise silenced her with his finger, moving in close to her body once again.

“You can’t fight this love, it’s destiny.” He purred into her ear, making her body melt into his. Blaise pulled a book out of his pocket and placed it in Hermione’s back pack as he claimed her lips for one last parting kiss. Hermione found herself unable to do anything except lean in and meet the kiss with equal passion. Then before she realized what was going on she was standing in the isle of the library alone. She opened her eyes and looked around. Had that been real, did she really just experience her first orgasm at the hands of someone who up until now thought she was too disgusting to even touch. Did she care? Actually, Hermione felt an acute loss at the disappearance of the Italian boy….Man, Hermione corrected herself, Blaise was definitely a man. Thoughts of the sensations he had invoked in her body returned to Hermione’s mind, making her wet all over again, as well as causing a blush to come up to her cheeks. She quickly gathered her wits and turned around and ran out of the library, and to her private room.

Blaise chuckled to himself as he watched Hermione’s reaction to his disappearance from the enchanted mirror he had set up for Draco. Draco was still tied up and alternately shooting angry looks at Blaise and looks of longing at the image of Hermione in the glass. When Hermione ran out of the library Blaise vanished the mirror and turned to face Draco, he removed the gag.

“What the hell did you think you were doing? You basically told her everything. How do you expect she will let either of us any where close to her again? And why the hell did you have to tie me up and torture me by making me watch?” Draco raged, but Blaise merely smirked.

“I knew exactly what I was doing Draco Lucien Malfoy, and don’t worry about the information I let slip, by the time she reaches her next class the only thing she will be able to remember is the intense pleasure she received. Veela’s have strong powers of the mind, but don’t you go getting it into your head that you can use it on me. I’m more of a Veela than you, I’m the head of this triad, you will answer to me, understand Draco?” Blaise studied Draco as he waited for a response.

Draco was stunned that Blaise confronted him on this, he had only begun to think about his revenge and success in dominating the sculpted Italian. Blaise smirked and leaned close to Draco again, unbuttoning his shirt and tracing his fingers over the firmly muscled body.

“You really need to get to your research. As the initiator of this bonding, I am giving control by the ancient laws, I can hear your thoughts and emotions. I know you resent me right now Draco, but if you tried you would soon fall back into your place. It’s inevitable. You’re mine. You cannot deny me. And unless the mood strikes me I will not submit to you, ever.” Blaise lowered his head and began kissing Draco’s chest, paying extra attention to his nipples, licking and nipping at them. After a few minutes of torture an involuntary plea slipped by Draco’s lips, “Please, Blaise…” Draco gasped.

Blaise lifted his head briefly, his hands moving down to release Draco’s straining cock from his pants, and lightly teased it with his fingers. “Admit your place Draco, and swear to maintain it. You will get your chance to dominate, just not me. Understand?” Blaise growled his commands, and Draco whimpered.

“Draco…” Blaise warned, his patience wearing thin.

“Yes!” Draco whimpered.

“Yes what?” Blaise pressed.

“Yes…Yes….” Draco searched for the word that would release him from this exquisite torture,

“Think of my interactions with Hermione.” Blaise purred, now caressing Draco’s balls gently.

Draco thought back to the conversation, what had Blaise got Hermione to call him. Master? Blaise was his Master? Draco was about to deny it to himself when he felt Blaise’s tongue lick off the pearl of pre-cum that had escaped. The moment Blaise’s tongue touched his cock’s head he cried out, “Master!” Blaise smirked at him, merely saying “Right answer Malfoy” before moving to take Draco’s cock in his mouth. Draco didn’t last long. The thought of what he’d just watched his Master do to his soon to be willing bedmate had him releasing his cum into Blaise’s hot mouth within a minute. Blaise kept the cum in his mouth and leaned up to kiss Draco, transferring the salty semen into Draco’s mouth and forcing him to taste it.

“Do you like what you taste like Draco” Blaise asked, his eyes smoldering.

Draco just nodded, unable to get up the energy to verbalize a response.

“You’ll be paying me back for that after class today you know. And then we can write to Honeydukes to get those candies. I gave her a small dose of the venom today, that’s how I was able to filter her thoughts, and don’t worry about her telling the bumbling duo, she won’t want them to freak out, and if she tells the Weaselette I don’t think we will have a problem getting encouragement on that front.

“How do you know?” Draco asked weakly.

“It was all in her mind, love.” Blaise cooed, before cleaning Draco up with a few quick spells. “Now come on, there is still a few minutes left before we have to be in Artithmancy with our witch. We should be able to grab a bite to eat from the kitchens. Grab a few of those books and we’ll get out of here, and don’t forget the one with the potion, there’s some more interesting spells in there I want to study a bit more carefully.”

Draco went about doing Blaise’s bidding without a thought about being ordered around. He had realized he was not going to come out on top with Blaise, that’s what he wanted. This made him even more dedicated to claming Hermione as fast as possible. That witch was going to writhe and beg underneath him, while Blaise watched and encouraged the pale boy as he ravished the woman of his dreams on a bed of green silk that enhanced the colour of her creamy skin, and her soft locks..

Blaise smiled as he checked out the books Draco grabbed, tapping into the images playing in Draco’s mind of him claiming the innocent Gryffindor princess. Oh yes, they were going to play well together, they just needed to introduce Hermione into her new lifestyle, one of luxury and pleasure. Oh yes, life was going to be good. Blaise smirked at the frigid librarian who frowned at the books, though knew she couldn’t deny him them. As soon as she passed the books back to him we whipped around and glided out of the library, Draco following closely behind him, and to his right, strutting as if he owned the world, he still had appearances to keep up, after all, and this game was just beginning.




A/N Well I have been on a roll, I hope I can keep it up, I’m really enjoying writing this story, I’m glad people seem to like it. I will try and keep up writing. I’m not to sure if I like the title as of right now, so if any one had any ideas please let me know. And thanks to everyone who reviewed, I really appreciate your comments. I doubt I will always update this much, but I will try not to lose my motivation. Oh yeah and I don’t proof read, so I apologize for any grammar or spelling mistakes. Oh yeah and this is the longest chapter so far.