The Family Jewels

Chapter 35
A man what has he got

Emotions were running high in the corridors on the Friday before the Gryffindor/Slytherin Quidditch match. Most of the school knew of the wager between the two captains. Professor Snape actually refrained from deducting points from Gryffindor during Potions, because “the humiliation of seeing the ‘Boy-Who-Lived’ acting as a slave for the Slytherin Captain should be punishment enough.”

Blaise Zabini had consequently been ‘accidentally’ splashed with a dissolving solution in class, which destroyed most of his robe and white button down shirt. Snape cleaned the potion up with a wave of his wand, but Newt-Level Potions got quite an eyeful of Mr. Zabini. Mandy Brocklehurst asked if she could touch his tattoo. This was so unexpected from the studious Ravenclaw that Blaise merely quirked an eyebrow in amusement and moved closer to her by several steps. That was until he saw the looks on both Hermione’s and Draco’s faces. Apparently, no touching of his person was allowed. “Sorry, love,” Blaise purred, “I don’t think that would be a good idea.”

Mandy’s face immediately colored a brilliant shade of red. “Sorry, Hermione,” Mandy whispered. “I don’t know what came over me.”

“That’s all right, Mandy. I do,” Hermione answered with a rather pinched look around her mouth.

“Here, mate, put this on.” Draco took off his robe and threw it to Blaise. Blaise looked fairly presentable with Draco’s robe on, but Hermione now had to sit next to Draco in class for another hour, staring at the golden blond hair on his muscular forearms and the bones in his wrists. She knew they were there, but they were usually covered, allowing her to escape the temptation to imagine his arms around her while in class.

As soon as class was over, Draco looked at both Blaise and Hermione and said, “Our dorms, now.” Blaise sighed, knowing that what was coming would probably not be especially enjoyable. For him.

They walked into the Head Dorm common room minutes later, and Blaise was surprised when Draco backed him into a wall and kissed him roughly. Draco’s tongue was carrying out an all out assault on his mouth, and Blaise slid his fingers into Draco’s hair and deepened the kiss. Draco’s hand reached down and rubbed the head of his cock through his trousers, unbuttoning them and caressing his shaft through his boxers. Draco broke the kiss, and Blaise could see the anger and possessiveness in his grey eyes before the remains of his shirt were torn off his shoulders and Draco licked the side of his neck.

“No one touches you but us, is that clear?” Draco asked angrily.

“Draco, I don’t want that Ravenclaw, I was just surprised,” Blaise tried to explain before he lost the ability to speak when Hermione claimed his lips for her own. Draco undid his belt and his trousers pooled around his ankles. Blaise’s boxers were pulled down and Draco dropped to his knees, licking and sucking on his cock. Draco knew just what to do to drive him crazy, playing with his balls and sliding his tongue up and down the underside of his prick while applying a great deal of suction. Blaise leaned against the wall, not trusting his ability to stand unaided as Hermione sucked and bit at his nipples while Draco worked his cock. It was not many minutes before Blaise closed his eyes and sprayed the back of Draco’s throat with his cum, groaning out “Fuck,” as he did so.

Blaise opened his eyes to find Hermione and Draco sharing his cum in a deep kiss. Blaise moved behind Hermione to begin taking her clothes off, the erotic sight of the two of them already beginning to wake his cock up to the idea of round two. Blaise unbuttoned Hermione’s skirt and pulled her knickers down, gently guiding her feet to step out of them before plunging his tongue into her wet slit from behind. Hermione wrapped her arms around Draco’s shoulders to keep her balance as Blaise’s tongue found her puckered anus and licked. His tongue swirled around and around, and Hermione pulled back from Draco’s kiss. “I want you naked,” she said breathlessly.

Draco smirked, leading them both up to his room. Hermione unbuttoned her shirt as she went up the stairs, wondering why no one ever carried her anymore. When she got to Draco’s room she pulled the duvet back and climbed on the bed to recline against the pillows. Blaise followed her onto the bed, kissing her mouth, one hand idly touching her inner thighs as he waited for Draco. He climbed on top of her, rubbing his hardening staff against the lips of her pussy, getting it good and wet.

Draco watched the two on the bed, naked and exploring, and ripped his clothes off. He wasn’t angry with Blaise anymore, but he did want to fuck him. He got on the bed and positioned himself over Blaise, one arm holding himself up and his other thumb just brushing his lower back which became the crease of his arse. Draco moved so his chest was pressed firmly against Blaise’s back, bending his head so that his tongue traced the writing on his tattoo. Draco kissed the sensitive spot on the left side of Blaise’s neck that Hermione had found. He waited until Blaise had tensed slightly, then sunk his teeth into it. Draco held his hips firmly when he soothed the spot slightly with little sucking kisses, surveying the angry bruise with satisfaction.

Draco ghosted his hands down the chiseled muscles of Blaise’s stomach, meeting the appraising gaze of Hermione’s eyes over his shoulder. He realized that he had both of their attention, and he wasn’t really doing anything. Hermione had been enjoying having two lovers, but he had been competing with Blaise more than taking advantage of their situation. It was inherently Un-Slytherin, and he intended to rectify it, starting now.

Draco leaned forward and kissed Hermione gently before he took Blaise’s mouth much more roughly. He was actually surprised by the low moan that came from the back of Blaise’s throat. He took that as permission, but he wanted more than that. He wanted both of them writhing in the palm of his hand. Blaise’s eyes were a brilliant azure blue when he met them with his own blown stare. He tipped his head toward Hermione and Blaise turned back to her with an unreadable smile.

Draco dropped down onto the bed and used both of his thumbs to expose Blaise, kissing his testicles, rubbing the tip of his nose into his perineum. When he saw the exposed pucker of Blaise’s arse clench and release he used the flat of his tongue and began to lick. Blaise rubbed his erection against Hermione faster, without penetrating her. Draco’s hand slid between the other two, his fingers playing with Hermione’s pussy and cupping Blaise’s balls in his hand.

Hermione watched as Draco shoved Blaise onto his back, next to her on the bed. She remembered trying to move Blaise onto his back and knew that there was no way she could have managed what Draco had done easily. Now that he could see Draco’s face, Blaise looked into his eyes to search for anger, only to find it replaced with desire. “Blaise,” Draco asked for his attention, “I’m going to fuck you now.”

Blaise licked his lips in anticipation, “Yes, I thought you might.”

Draco’s wet fingers swirled around Blaise’s anus, before he slid one finger in, turning it in a circle to help relax the tense muscle. “Hermione, love, could you get the lube?” Draco didn’t even look at her, watching Blaise’s face the whole time, adding a finger, stretching him. Hermione came back with the bottle, and Draco asked, “Could you help me out?”

Hermione paused to look at their faces, so intent on each other, then realized if she was going to be joining them, she was going to have to take some initiative. She poured the sticky lotion into her hand, then stroked Draco’s cock with it, playing with the head. She mixed the few drops of pre-cum with the lube. She turned to Blaise, and put more of the lube on Draco’s fingers when he pulled them out of Blaise for a moment. Blaise’s cock was standing straight up, and Hermione decided that she was going to be right in the middle of things. She crawled across the bed and swung one leg over Blaise, taking him into her mouth and placing her pussy just above Blaise’s mouth.

Draco put a pillow underneath Blaise’s hips, then pushed the head his cock inside him. Blaise moaned around his mouthful of Hermione’s quim. Hermione moved back slightly, to make sure Draco had enough room, then licked and sucked Blaise’s cock as if she was being graded on it. Draco was a little disappointed that he couldn’t see Blaise’s face anymore, but he wanted to remind him who was fucking him, so he sped up his thrusts.

Blaise tried to be completely relaxed, Draco sliding smoothly inside him, Hermione’s tongue swirling around the head of his cock. He was not doing a good job of remembering to lick and suck Hermione’s pussy, but he was reminded when a drop of her fluid actually landed on his lip. His tongue licked it up, and he began to eat her with renewed fervor. Hermione looked up at Draco, and couldn’t help but think that he looked like a Greek god, his head thrown back, long blond hair disarrayed, the muscles in his arms and stomach flexing as he fucked Blaise.

Because she was watching Draco’s face, Hermione knew he was getting close. She took Blaise deep into her mouth, grinding her pussy against his face. Blaise understood, and immediately sucked her clit into his mouth, worrying it with the tip of his tongue. She tensed and came, flooding his mouth with wetness. Blaise drank it down, falling into his own orgasm when Draco began thrusting against his prostrate, hard. Draco looked down at the other two, both panting out their orgasm, and with a final brutal thrust against Blaise’s spot, he came inside him.

Hermione collapsed on one side of Blaise, too sensitive to have anyone touch her right now. Draco reluctantly pulled his cock out of Blaise and reached for his wand. He cast “Scourgify” over them all twice, just to be sure, before he allowed himself to fall back against the foot of the bed. Blaise opened his eyes and said, “Is there a reason no one is touching me?” in a very un-Blaise-like, petulant voice.

Hermione shook her head a little and grinned. “What would the school think if they knew the Two Princes were so needy?”

“Love, I should think that you’d be more worried about the school finding out that the brains of the Golden Trio fucks the Two Princes,” Draco said, but smiled at her so sweetly she just waved her hand at him.

“It’s not the school finding out that worries me,” Blaise interjected, “it’s Draco’s father.”

Draco threw himself down next to Blaise on the bed, putting an arm across him protectively. ‘Why did it always have to be his family that was causing all the trouble?’ he wondered to himself.

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Lucius Malfoy watched the sun go down and picked up the cobalt blue bottle. He downed the contents in one gulp, and waited for the potion to take effect. He ended up dropping the bottle as his body was racked by trembling and coughing. After a few minutes, he was able to stand upright and look at himself in the mirror.

The Belvoir was worth every Knut he had paid for it. He now stood in the cottage, looking just as he had 25 years earlier, a dead ringer for his son. This was no Polyjuice that he was going to need to renew every hour; this was an age potion that would last until sunset of the following day.

Perhaps a hair cut was in order; he hadn’t realized that he had kept his hair so much longer than Draco did at his age…

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A/N – Okay, there will be no more updates from me until I have finished HBP. I will not be changing this story in any way based upon the events in Book 6; I just can’t wait to read it. I don’t know if anyone noticed, but someone else actually added Chapter 35 to this story earlier today. I deleted it immediately, but I was a little freaked out. I regard this story as my baby, and that means that someone went to the trouble of figuring out my password and then adding to the story. *shakes head, can’t figure it out*

Kismet – Thanks, I actually get by with French when I am in Italy. Well, that and my Visa card.

Alexia – what a sweet offer. I’ll have to get back to you. I like ungelled Draco.

Anon – Sex yes, match, you’ll have to wait.