Three's a Crowd

Three's a Crowd
-Forgotten_Sheikah
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Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. All characters, settings etc... are respectfully owned by J.K Rowling.

Warning: This is a threesome pairing; Blaise x Hermione x Draco. At times, it will only be Draco x Blaise. There will be intense M/M ^-^. _________________________________________________________________


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There; a new chapter! Whew. This is a very long chapter and took a day to write it o.o! Anyway, I have combined chapters one and two together. Why? I really can't explain because I don't know either. Thank you to everyone for your reviews; I hope I don't dissapoint you.

As for those who have pointed out that Hermione is not a muggle, I know this. A muggle is a person who does not do magic; Hermioen does magic. Yet, she is muggle born. She was not always a witch so I have everyone call her a muggle as a disrespectful term for her. They are basically calling her muggle, thus ignoring the fact she does magic. In a way, they are saying she is too dirty to be able to do magic.

As for there being no eighth years in Hogwarts, I did not know this. Try reading a book in English when you speak Japanese/Chinese; you are going to miss quite a few facts ^-^. Anyways, here is another chapter. I have redone the summary; the other one was rather bad. I hope the new one is better fore everybody.

As for the next chapter, there is the Blaise x Draco lemons. Next chapter is the Halloween dance and Draco's Veela transformation as well. And lucky Hermione, it seems when Draco is a Veela, he has no quarrels with thinking she is his anymore o.o!

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Chapter Three

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Hermione Granger stiffened as the feeling that she was been carefully watched entered her mind. Turning behind her, she met a pair of familiar, cold silver eyes. Scowling, the witch raised her head proudly and gave a haughty glare to Draco Malfoy and the smirking Blaise Zabini. It had been occuring all of class; Draco and Blaise staring at her and Hermione returning their stares with an almost lethal glare of her own. Flicking her shinning brown hair behind her shoulder, Hermione tried to listen to Snape's lesson.

Shuddering as the Potion's Master coldly assessed her and her potion, his hard black eyes glittering like frozen onyx stones, she bit her lip to restrain herself from damning anything and everything under the sun. With Draco and Blaise staring at her, she was on her wit's end. Her hands were shaking, her eyes kept drifting to them and her attention span was as small as Ron's; a dangerous situation for the perfect student.

Scowling, Hermione shook her head. Who cared if Draco was staring at her? He was probably angry over what she had said in the hall. Thinking on that, she poured in some pixie's wings into the bubbling red goo in her pewert cauldron. Ignoring the hissing and spitting of the Lust potion simmering before her, the smell of cinnamon and sex thickly hanging overhead in the air, Hermione frowned.

Draco Malfoy had justly deserved her rather harsh comeback. Not only had he called her a muggle which was entirely idiotic concerning the fact she was a witch through and through even though her parents were muggle, she was as witchy as a witch could be. He then went as far to call her a loose woman. As if he should be one to talk. Who was the one dating Pansy; the largest whore in Hogwart's? Besides, wasn't he the most notorious man-whore in Hogwarts? Hufffing, Hermione started ruthlessly cutting her porcupine's quills.

Her brows furrrowed, a frown on her lush full lips, the witch's frown deepened in her rising anger. And what was with Blaise? His eyes flashing purple...the moron's had obviously been taking some illegal charms and potions thus disabling their already small minds. Gritting her teeth, the witch jumped when she heard Ron whisper beside her,

"Hermione...your quills resemble powder other then the two centimeter by two centimeter measurement in the book. Are you alright?"

Gasping, Hermione looked down to see her now flour-texture quills. Sighing, she nodded. "I'm fine, Ron. I am merely...thinking of... the Hogsmeade trip today..." she stammered, flushing with the lie.

Ron raised a red brow. "O...well I was actually thinking of that Hermione...can we..." Ron broke off, yelping when Snape grabbed the back of his neck and forced his nose into his Potion's book.

"Flirting is not permitted in my class, Mr. Weasely. Twenty points from Gryffindor." He snapped, his tone leaving no room for argument.

The two watched the black figure smoothly continue their walk around the classroom. Scowling and glaring at the Potion's Master, Ron turned to Hermione. "Anyways, ignoring that sexless git...I was wondering if we could go looking for costume's for the Halloween dance..." His brown eyes raised hopefully to hers. "Together?"

Hermione smiled shakily. "S-Sure Ron that would be...nice."

Suddenly a bunch of boiling hot potion fell on Ron's arm, causing him to scream in painful surprise. Hermione gasped and backed away, her eyes widening in horror as boils filled with green puss spread across his body immediately.

"Ron!" Harry yelled, appearing behind his screaming, swearing friend.

Snape pushed his way through the crowd, stepping beside Ron. His black eyes scimmering the potion on the boy's skin and the cause of it, he raised a brow. "Very interesting. We were making lust potions yet someone has appeared to have sprayed a Furunclus potion on you instead of the spell for it. Ingenious."

Ron snarled at Snape. "Bloody Hell you sodden git! I'm dieing of pain here and you can only comment on how a person hasn't been doing the right potion during class?!" he demanded shrilly.

Snape glared at the red head. "Mr. Weasely, you will remain calm and follow me. I have an antidote for this rather unfortunate circumstance." A sneer appeared on his pale lips. It was obvious Snape really enjoyed seeing Ron in pain despite his facade of calm assurance. "And you will serve detention with Mr. Filch tonight for disrespecting a teacher. Another ten points from Gryffindor."

Ron's ears brightened a deep red as he was followed the teacher out of the class, leaving a stunned group of Gryffindor's in his wake. Hermione looked at Harry who in turn gave her a helpless expression. Frowning, Hermione turned behind to see Draco Malfoy smirking pleasantly.

"Those red boils really did match his hair color rather nicely, hm Blaise?" He commented smoothly.

Blaise smiled. "Yes but the green did not go very well with his eyes."

Flushing, Hermione stepped forward, ignoring Harry's attempts to pull her away from her path towards the Slytherin table. Planting her hands firmly on the wooden table, she glared at the two smiling miscreants.

"You did it." she stated firmly, her brown eyes flashing dangerously.

Malfoy raised his golden brows, a look of innocence taking its place on his stunning face. "And what proof do you have of that, Granger? Surely you were not staring at me the entire class that you can say you saw me do it?"

Hermione blushed. So he had known she knew he was staring at her? Raising her head, she gave a deadly stare at the two. "Perhaps I wouldn't have been watching you two if I didn't always catching the both of you staring at me as if you were planning something."

Malfoy smirked at the witch. Leaning back in his chair and planting his black leather shoes ontop of the table, he shrugged his shoulders. "Maybe we are planning something for you Granger. We missed your birthday so maybe we're trying to make up for it."

Harry stepped infront of the with, his green eyes spitting with a rare moment of anger for the usually calm boy. "Don't think about it Malfoy. Keep you and your twisted 'gifts' to yourself or I'll knock you off your broom the next match." he threatened calmly.

A silence entered the classroom only to be interrupted with Snape telling everyone to leave his class and to go to the front of Hogwart's to ready to leave for Hogsmeade. A still red-spotted yet obviously cared for Ron trudged into the class, taking his place beside his friends. The three of them watched Malfoy and Zabini stand and stride away arrogantly.

Ron scowled. "I know it was the ferret and his pet that did this to me."

Hermione blinked. Perhaps Ron wasn't as oblivious as she assumed? Sighing, she placed her arms in both Harry's and Ron's, ignoring their blushes. "Well we can't prove it. So let us just try to enjoy Hogsmeade and find ourself some dashing costumes for tomorrow night!"

Ron and Harry sighed. Only Hermione could be positive at a times like this.

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"O Ron look at this one!" Hermione sighed longingly, her eyes sparkling with adoration.

Ron looked over the piles and racks of costume's from the other side of the cramped room and frowned. "Hermione I am not dressing in tights for the last bloody time."

Hermione frowned while fingering the matching costumes. A lovely princess styled baby blue dress, that hung before her on a rack. Looking beside it, a Prince Charming suit with a real sheild and sword was carefully placed beside the dress obviously meant for the princess' escort. Sighing, she reluctantly turned away from the costume's only to find Ron smiling ear to ear while staring at something in his hands.

Curious, Hermione stepped towards the grinning boy. "Did you find something, Ron?" she asked.

Watching Ron's face become a bright red to the point he resembled a tomatoe, she watched him hide the costume behind his back. "He-Hermione! You shouldn't go around surprising a mate like that!" he stammered.

Hermione frowned. "Ronald Weasely what are you hiding behind your back?"

"N-nothing! I swear!"

Hermione scowled. "Ron if you don't show me this instant I will go with Neville to the dance instead of you." The witch threatened.

Paling, Ron gulped. Slowly, he showed what was in his grasp. A slave costume of the thinnest, transparent material appeared before her eyes, making her gasp. Hermione stared at the costume, her face becoming red in embaressment. A red bra-like top with coins of gold streaming down along the edges on tiny golden threads dangled before her, the coins hitting softly together to create a tinkling sound. A see-through veil meant to cover the lower half of her face or be placed on top of her head was another ridiculous addition to the alarmingly sexual garment. Her eyes widened at the bottom piece.

A very small pair of underwear with a sewn on see-through red skirt that was meant to fall to her ankles. A matching gold coin belt came with the bottom part. The witch remained deathly mute, her eyes wide in shock. Looking at the embaressed Ron to the costume again, she choked. "Th-this is what you want me to we-wear?!"

Ron coughed and blushed. "No I was just thinking-"

"Really Weasel what were you thinking?"

The two turned to see Draco and Blaise, yet again, lounging against the door frame of the tiny shop. Ron flushed and put the costume on the table beside him, his eyes narrowing. "What I was thinking is none of your business, Malfoy. But I can tell you what I am thinking. I'm thinking of a hundred and one ways to kill you for that boil-potion you purposely spilt on me." he hissed.

Draco smirked in return, his face hard as his eyes became dead. "Really, Weasel? Are you sure it wasn't about fucking Granger on some silk pillows as she wore that costume?"

Ron froze. How the blood Hell did he know?!

Draco glared at Ron, his hatred growing every moment the red head even breathed. His eyes flickering to the shocked witch, he huffed. Granger was really desperate if she was going to the dance with this poor git. Turning to Blaise, he noticed the Italian's heated gaze on the garment. Looking into his friend's mind, Draco stiffened in shock at the sight of Blaise and him fucking Hermione as she wore the costume.

Blaise blinked and turned to see Draco's scowl. Smiling slowly at him, his black eyes glittered. "I think I like it." He purred.

Draco frowned. Turning he shrugged. "Whatever Zabini. Let's go." he snapped as he shuved his wrapped costume at a Slytherin girl who currently carried both boy's purchases for them.

Zabini turned and smirked at the wide-eyed witch. "It would look good on you, Granger." he murmured seductively before stepping out of the shop.

Hermione gulped, her mouth dry. Looking to see Ron standing as he was, his brown eyes almost opaque with anger, Hermione fingered the material. Her eyes widening, she shook her head. Why was she even contemplating wearing this sad excuse for a costume? It was no better then lingerie! Blushing, she froze when a bunch of giggles caught her attention.

Pansy was currently standing a few feet from her, two other Slytherin girl's behind her. Her eyes switching to the costume, she smiled unkindly. "Seriously mudblood, you shouldn't be wearing that." she stated dryly.

Pansy then threw a black cloth on the table. "This is much more suitable for you, bookworm."

The three then left, intending to find Draco and Blaise. Hermione nervously spread out the costume and flushed. Black, heavy and made of thick cotton material, the nun's dress with its brown cord for a belt, matching black and white head piece and a silver metal cross lay ontop of the sexy apparel.

Ron looked over Hermione's shoulder and tried to smile. "That would be...different." He said. This costume was much more like the Hermione he knew then the one in his dream.

Hermione scowled at the boy. "Go away Ron and leave me alone!" she snapped.

Blinking, Ron almost ran from the shop, leaving the witch to herself. Her hands clenched, Hermione gritted her teeth together. Who did Pansy think she was? Hermione Granger might not reveal her body but that did not mean she was a nun! Like every healthy teenage girl, she had always wondered about sexual intercourse. On more then one occasion, she had participated in the act with Viktor Krum. Yet... she hadn't exactly done everything with him.

So she had had a lousy sexual experience and since then, had forsakened the thought of being intimate with anyone. And to make the matter worse, she found herself not surrounded by many suitors. Ron and Neville being the only ones to show any sort of attraction to her. Yet, she still thought that reaction was more for her homework and them being desperate then for liking her genuinely. No one knew of her and Viktor Krum.

Why?

Hermione was afraid of losing the respect of her peers. True, they disrespected her with comments in what they assumed she was still a virgin but they admired her for being in control of her hormones. And to be blunt, she hadn't really found anyone that created the desire to have sex within her since Viktor. Frowning, Hermione pushed aside the nun outfit and stared at the slave one.

Biting her bottom lip, she picked up her chosen outfit and walked to the cash. Handing three galleons and twenty knuts, she watched the maker of the garment, an old hag, smirk. "Wonder who the lucky gentleman is." she cooed.

Hermioen glared at the witch. "Nobody is the 'lucky gentleman.' I'm doing this for myself." she snarked.

The hag smiled knowingly. "Yes, you are doing it for yourself to perhaps catch a young lad's eye. Or perhaps..." the hag's smile widened as she peered into the girl's mind. "two lads eyes?"

Hermione froze. Certainly she wasn't implying Draco and Blaise? Grabbing her wrapped costume, Hermione almost ran out of the store, seriously troubled with the elder woman's words. Turning to see the hag laughing alone in the store, the witch shook her head. Poor woman must have gone mad and was delirious. Where would she get the idea she wanted to impress two Slytherin's for Merlin's sake?

Blaise and Draco watched Hermione walk to Harry and Ron who both asked her what she had gotten. The girl rebuffed them and said it was a 'surprise'. Blaise turned to the frowning Draco with a smile.

"Did she buy the slave one?"

Draco scowled. "What does it matter? She's a mudblood." he snapped.

Blaise walked beside his irritated friend. Glancing at him, he shrugged. "Then why is it we are always interrupting her and Weasel and stalking her?" he demanded slyly.

Draco gave a glare to his friend. "Because I want to save Weasal from dishonoring the pure blood wizard name even more. I'd rather kill him then have him date a mudblood."

Blaise watched Draco hurry forward, his stride increasing. The dark boy smiled. O, no. That was far from it. Draco was feeling possessive towards the pretty little witch. His Veela was reacting as was to be expected since they were one day away from the fated night. Blaise smirked. Draco still was confused over his attraction to him. But tomorrow night, Blaise would straighten the Slytherin prince's mind and answer his questions. After, of course, he had his way with him.

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Ginny Weasely kissed Harry firmly on the mouth, her tongue sliding across his soft bottom lip. Both moaning, they stiffened when they heard a small cough. Turning on Harry's lap, Ginny smiled in happiness when she was met with the sight of Hermione Granger; her best girl friend.

"Hermione! What are you doing in the common room? Don't you have an entire tower to yourself, Head girl?" she laughed.

Hermione blushed as she noticed Harry's hands gripping Ginny's firm, pert buttocks. Harry, noticing his friend's stare, blushed and placed his hands on Ginny's small waist and gave a bashful smile. "Sorry." he said.

Hermione shrugged. "It's okay really...I'm the one who is sorry. I just came here to talk to you Ginny but I see you're busy-"

"Merlin, Hermione! You came to see wee me?" Ginny looked enthusiatic. Turning to her boyfriend, she fowned at him. "I will see you later, Mr. Potter, to finish what we have started. Now off with you so I can attend to our Head girl!" she commanded airily.

Harry smiled and placed a chaste kiss on Ginny's lips. "Of course, my Lady." Winking and smiling at Hermione, the boy who lived exited the room, heading to the boys dorm.

Hermione sighed longingly. "If only I could find love like you, Ginny." The brunnette said, her eyes downcast.

Ginny patted the beautiful girl on the shoulder. "You will, Hermione! You're young, attractive and the most intelligent person I've ever met. You probably have an entire list of hidden admirers."

Hermione smiled a bit. "I could only wish..."

Ginny frowned. "Stop being so negative! Merlin, Hermione, you are blind aren't you?" Swaggering to the chair, the red head girl sat in it, smiling at the flustered Head girl. Her brown eyes twinkling, she gave a charming grin. "So what do you need to talk to me about, Hermione? Is it perhaps you need to spill out a certain secret about a certain fancy?" she demanded excitedly, her face blooming into a hopeful look.

Hermione coughed. "Er...not really...Ginny...I came to ask you a favor for tomorrow night...." the older girl stammered, her voice dropping to almost a whisper.

Ginny blinked. "Well atleast I know it's not homework or anything like that. We all know you're able to do mostly anything yourself, Hermione!" Sensing her friend's plight, Ginny stood and walked over to the girl. "Come one, Hermione. What do you need? I'd gladly do whatever it is as long as it isn't school related!"

Hermione glanced up and blushed. "Well Ginny...you are very good with...looking good and tomorrow night is the Halloween dance..." Sighing, she forced the words from her tight throat, "Could you fix me up for the dance?"

Ginny's fine brows flew up to her hair line. Blinking, a slow smile spread across her face. The girl whooped and began jumping, startling Hermione. Squealing, Ginny clasped Hermione's cool hands in her own, staring into the girl's attractive face. She already had so many ideas! This was going to be something fun for her and quite a challenge! "Of course I will, Hermione! Do you want your look to match your costume? Did you go with your entire 'Escaped from Azkaban' idea you were talking about? I can make you look dead and-"

"No, I didn't. I bought something else." Hermione interrupted, her eyes suddenly fixed on a stray piece of lint on the couch to the left.

Seeing Hermione's sudden shyness, Ginny blinked in shock. "Well let me see then." she demanded.

Drawing the parcel behind her back, Hermione watched Ginny open the brown package and heard her gasp. Seeing the red slave outfit hanging from Ginny's pale hand, Hermione made a grab for it, the embaressement of being caught of even buying such a thing too great. Ginny flew away from the Head girl and gave a wicked grin at her.

"My my, Hermione! You are not as chaste as I thought you were!" she teased.

Hermione scowled. "Ginny if you are just going to joke, then please hand me my costume and I'll find someone else."

"No! I'm sorry I'm just a wee bit shocked 'tis all." Ginny assessed the costume and then looked at the blushing Head girl. Ideas and her imagination taking over, Ginny smiled widely. "Don't worry, Hermione. I have the perfect idea for you for tomorrow night."

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Draco scowled, his brows furrowing. So here he was, readying to 'change' into his Veela [or whatever was going to happen] tomorrow night and assessing the room he was going to be doing so. Glaring at the dark, chilly dungeon room, Malfoy sneered. This whole 'change into a Veela' situation was rather ridiculous. Why couldn't he just take a potion to do it now instead of this whole absurd ceremony of the full moon and the witching hour?

"Are you okay, Draco?" Blaise asked casually as he leaned against the northern wall of the dungeon.

Draco placed a bored expression on his face. "Does it look like I'm fine? I'm about to be shut up in a dungeon for half the night, tomorrow, with only you. Not really the type of night I was hoping for." he stated angrily.

Blaise rose a black brow. "Really, mate. Am I that horrible of company to be around?" he asked with false hurt.

Draco glared at him. "No but you don't really have a pair of breasts and a cunt do you?"

Blaise chuckled. "No ,certainly not. Is that why your knickers are all in a tangle? Because you won't be laying anyone tomorrow?"

Draco frowned. Blaise didn't have to to say it like that. It made him sound spoiled. [A/N: Umm..and you aren't? O.o] Striding out of the dungeon, the two made their way up the stairs. Draco suddenly haulted and pushed Blaise to the wall, hiding the two of them in the shadows of the stair case. Hermione Granger stepped out of the portrait of the fat lady, blushing and smiling. Ginny Weasley waved good bye to her.

"Don't worry Hermione! Trust me! You won't regret tomorrow night!" she said brightly.

Hermione smiled. "I trust you, Ginny. Thank you again!"

Ginny smirked. "Anything for a friend and the benefit of my brother and his rather poor social life!"

Hermione blushed again. The two then walked opposite directions; Hermione heading down the hall and Ginny returning to the Gryffindor common room. His silvery eyes narrowing, Draco ignored the fact he was holding Blaise into the wall, their bodies pressed together. A frown appearing on his face, he snarled.

"What was that all bout?" he whispered to the quiet Blaise.

"How am I supposed to know?" Blaise whispered back, his tone holding an edge.

Draco scowled and stepped back, oblivious to Blaise's dark eyes sparkling with a peculiar emotion. Watching the girl walk down the hall and turn down another, Malfoy inwardly damned himself. Why was he always so interested in what Granger was doing? It wasn't like he liked her. She was just fun to torment.

"There you go again." Blaise's smooth voice interrupted his confused thoughts.

"What?"

Blaise rolled his eyes. "You say you do not care for the girl and then you practically stalk her. I think you have the hots for Granger, Malfoy." The boy murmured, his eyes darkening.

Malfoy scowled. "Don't say that again! That's as disgusting as seeing Potter and Wesely rutting!"

Watching Malfoy stomp down the hall, Blaise sighed. It seems he would have to take this entire triad into his own hands.

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