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 ^-^. _________________________________________________________________


Hello everyone. I know. It has been way too long since I have uploaded a chapter. I am sorry but I have been busy with University and my life. Here is the lemon of Draco x Blaise which I promised to you all. Yes, it is Halloween. I must admit, the lemon is very steamy O.o! Hermione is dressed in her slave's outfit and with Ron. What will happen if Draco's Veela goes a tad bit crazy and manages to break free from the dungeons, followed by an equally mad Blaise? Hm. Interesting. Perhaps in the next chapter.


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Chapter Four

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"Ginny! I..." A young girl stammered, her honey brown eyes wide with shock.

The red head nodded from behind her, a large grin on her cherry red lips. Clasping her hands together, the other girl giggled. "You can, Hermione! You look beautiful!" she exclaimed.

Hermione Granger gulped, her stunning face an expression of shock and fear. She had been a fool when she had purchased this outfit. Truthfully, it had just been a spiteful, slightly spontaneous urge to even herself against Pansy Parkinson. But now that she actually saw it on herself, the Head girl was silently demanding why she had allowed such a pety notion to overcome her usually level-headed intelligence.

Blushing, she tried to cover her bare midriff with an arm and her breasts with the other. Ginny clucked angrily and pulled her stiff limbs from her torso, glaring at her. Waggling her small finger angrily, the Gryffindor stated firmly,

"I spent a good hour getting you ready, Hermione Granger. If you back out now, I will never forgive you!"

Hermione frowned. Turning to the mirror, she sighed. The low, red pants hung beneath her defined hip bones, the golden chain of coins lazily tied around her taut, peach navel. Her stomach was exposed from an inch bellow her belly button to just underneath her breasts. Her lushly curved torso, slight yet womanly, was now viewable. Her round, high-busted breasts strained against the material of the small bra-like shirt, the golden strings with coins around the edges laying against her flawless skin.

Touching her once unmanagable main, Hermione couldn't believe what she was seeing. Her once crazy hair hung to her waist in gentle, brown waves with natural golden highlights, framing her small, heart-shaped face.

Touching her face in awe, Hermione vaguely wondered if she was staring into another dimension. She had never worn make up. She had always viewed it as an artifical lie to further enhance a person's appearance for no cause other then vanity. Yet, as she stared at her full lips now shinning a glossy cherry red, her high cheekbones slightly flushed with some pink blush and her large eyes with their new intensity, the Gryffindor girl pondered her earlier opinion on make-up.

Her already long eyelashes almost touched her fine brown eyebrows, framing her eyes thickly like delicate fans. Her eyes were lightly lined with a fine black eyeliner and a smoky effect had been used for her red eyeshadow.

All in all, the creature in the mirror was not Hemrione Granger; Head girl and well-reknowned good girl. No. With in the mirror before her was a stunningly beautiful woman; a sexual fantasy of men. A nymph of beauty and arousal.

"Dearie you look absolutely beautiful!" the mirror chimed, extracting Hermione from her thoughts.

Hermione blushed, smiling a bit. "Thank you."

Ginny wrapped her arm around the other girl's small shoulders. "See? Even the mirror thinks you look great! And you know all mirrors are bewitched to tell the truth!" she encouraged.

Hermione glanced at Ginny. The red head looked superb; as usual. She was wearing a french-maid costume which was seductive and saucy in all its right. Sighing, Hermione bit her bottom lip thoughtfully. Could she really do this?

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"This way, Draco." Snape's voice drawled coolly as the two made their way down the stone stair way.

Draco Malfoy tried to remain stoic and managed to keep a bored expression on his pale, perfect features. Glaring at the dimly lighted passage, the Slytherin prince sneered. For the entire night, he would be locked in a small dungeon for the safety of the students and himself supposedly. Instead of enjoying Halloween to its fullest extent, Draco would be sitting inside of a dirty, stone cellar for the entire night, alone to his own devices.

Crossing his arms over his lean chest, Draco scowled. This really wasn't his choice. His parents had visited the other day, informing him of the procedure [if it could be called that] to his 'transforming'. Shackled to the wall so as to protect himself during the change, Draco could expect one thing; a lot of pain.

Ceasing his stride near a thick wooden door, Snape pushed the heavy blockade aside, revealing the almost pitch black room.

"Illuminous." He calmly said the spell.

The tip of his wand flaring with a bright light, the entire premisis of the room was shown to Draco. Dirty, smelly and blood still evident on the walls, it was the most unappealing place he had ever been.

A snarl on his lips, the pale boy snapped, "I am not staying in this degrading pit hole!"

Snape stared at the Malfoy heir in a reproving manor, his dead black eyes fixed on the silver pair sparkling in their anger. "Really, Draco. Would you like to chance everyone in Hogwarts knowing your less then pure heritage?" he demanded icily.

Draco flushed, his silver eyes slanting. "No." he admitted in a tight, reluctant tone.

Snape nodded. "Then you will stay here until this night is over and your transformation finished. Understood?"

Seeing the blonde head slightly nodd, the Potion's Master mumured a spell to cast the dungeon in light. Turning on his black heel, he ignored the image of his favorite student frowning and shut the door behind him. Placing his wand towards the door, Snape placed the spell the Head Master had ordered him to use.

"Are you done?" a soft voice demanded arrogantly.

Ignoring Blaise Zabini lounging against the wall behind him, Severus Snape began to walk away. "He is all yours, Mr. Zabini."

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Shaking and pale, Hermione waited in the Gryffindor common room, trying to remain ignorant of the many stares of shock, delight and desire directed towards her from her fellow students. Her hands wringing together nervously, the Head girl furiously prayed Ron would appear soon. She could not stand all this staring and the whispers.

"Her-Hermione?!" Harry's voice stammered from behind her, alarming the girl.

Turning to see Harry staring at her, his mouth hanging open with a smiling Ginny on his arm, Hermione blushed.

"Hello Harry." she mumbled.

The boy who lived coughed, trying to recover from his shock and the suddenly painful tightening in his pants. Giving a small smile, he pushed his glasses up his nose, trying to appear unfazed by his friend's sexually arousing garment of choice.

"Um... are you supposed to be an exotic dancer?" he attempted to guess while not being caught staring.

Hermione bit her bottom lip and blushed even more so. "N-No... a favorite slave girl."

Harry went silent. Images of a Hermione turned slave girl and him were making themselves evident in his mind's eye. Shaking his head, the hero tried vainly to retrieve his earlier opinion of Hermione being innocent and a plain, simple girl. Unfortunately, that was impossible and would be so after this night. His hand tightening around Ginny's, Harry nodded.

"Inventive...very different.." he struggled.

"Hey Harry who are you talking to-" Ron Weasley stopped his welcome, his brown eyes bugging out of his head in shock.

Hermione inwardly groaned. She should have gone with the nuin's outfit! Ron was dressed as a pirate. Blinking, the Head girl could not help but notice how devilishly suave and handsome Ron appeared to be when dressed as a buckling, rebellious captain. Giving a tentive smile, Hermione gave a small wave.

"Hullo, Ron." she whispered, her breath catching in fear.

Ron was sweatin underneath his hat. Gulping, he fingered his high collar that had suddenly become too tight around his note. "Hullo Hermione." he squeaked in a high voice.

Ginny started giggling, Harry stiffling a laugh at Ron's obvious praise of their friend's slave outfit. Pulling Ginny away, he whispered, "Did you have anything to do with this?"

Ginny only gave a mischievous smile. "Perhaps."

Harry groaned. Yes. With that smile and that certain look, Ginny had definately been the head participant in this fiasco.

Ron shakily offered his arm. "L-Let's go then." he croaked.

Hermione blushed and wrapped her arm with his, allowing herself to be lead through the curious crowd and out of the protrait hole, towards the Great Hall.

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Staring at his nails boredly, Draco stiffened when he heard the door opening. Didn't Snape put a charm to repell people? He did not want to be expelled because some git was too stupid to stay at the Great Hall. Seeing Blaise Zabini step into the light of the room, the pale boy scowled. Walking forward angrily, he hissed,

"Get out Zabini!"

The Italian's brows flew up in shock, his eyes large with faked hurt. "Draco I thought you would be happy to see a mate here to entertain you." he drawled softly.

Draco shuddered at the husky edge to the boy's voice. Managing to give his famous glare, the Slytherin leader sneered. "Get out you idiot! I have to be alone for tonight!"

Blaise smiled a bit. "And why is that?"

"None of your business!" Draco snarled.

The two boys stared at each other, trying to ignore the tension that had entered the already too small space. Watching the dark boy slowly walk towards him, his black eyes blazing with a possessive light, Draco stepped back.

"Stay back you crazy bastard! You don't understand!" he yelled, his silver eyes darkening.

Blaise continued to walk forward until Draco was pinned to the wall, their bodies only centimeters apart. They were the small height, their eyes staring intently into one anothers. Panting with the lust he had suffered for over a year, Blaise lightly ran his tanned hand across Draco's soft, pale cheek.

"But I do." he murmured.

Draco gulped when a blast of heat entered his body when Zabini's flesh met his. Groaning at the immediate arousal in his pants, he growled and tried to push the boy from him. "What the fuck is your problem? Go get yourself off with a girl you crazy bastard! I'm not interested!"

Blaise's eyes flashed a bright purple. In a blurr, his hand was fisted in Draco's silver-blonde hair, his arm wrapped around the pale boy's slight waist. His lips drawn back into a smirk, he purred, "I think you are."

Draco struggled immediately, afraid of his arousal for Blaise and the odd feelings overcoming him. Growling, the Malfoy heir groaned when his back met the wall harshly, Blaise having thrown him roughly from him. Readying to pummel the Italian to a pulp, Draco stiffened when he felt himself unable to move. Struggling with his body, he inwardly screamed at his indept form to move. His silver eyes look up to see Blaise smiling darkly at him, the boy found his stomach tightening and his pants growing even more uncomfortable.

Blaise strolled forward, his purple eyes flashing dangerously. "You can't move, Draco. Accept it."

Draco's silver eyes narrowed. What the fuck?

Noticing the demand for answers in Malfoy's gaze, Blaise smiled charmingly. "I have known for an entire year you were a Veela, Draco. For an entire year I have watched and protected you." Stopping, his flaring eyes held the wide pair of the blonde's.

"And for a year I gave hints that I was one too."

Draco's mind stopped. Unable to allow a shocked look on his stiff face, Draco settled for cursing in his mind. He was right! The Italian was a Southern Veela!

Blaise gave a humorous look at the boy. "Yes. I am a Southern Veela, my little Northern prick." he cooed.

Draco tried to growl but was unable to. Nobody would talk to him like that!

Blaise stepped forward, his hand clasping Draco's pointed chin in mock gentleness. Staring into the flashing silver eyes, he smirked. "I will talk to you however I want, Draco. You are my mate." he whispered huskily.

His purple eyes darkening into a amythest, he growled, "You are mine."

The charm was released and Draco found himself pinned to the wall, Blaise's lips moving fiercely on his. Snarling, he tried to punch and push the boy off of him. The shockingly strong Blaise caught his wrists in his large, tanned hand and held his arms over his head, forcing Draco into a compromising position. Panting, Blaise pulled his lips back from Draco, licking them slowly to savour the blonde's taste.

Draco, gasping and shaking, yelled, "You fucked up asshole! Let me go!"

Blaise shook his head. "No. I came here tonight to claim and help you." he announced softly before placing his lips on the pale ones of Draco again.

Draco groaned at the painful erection in his pants, his eyes widening in fear and fury. Why was he feeling like this? Was Zabini really his mate?! Was Dumbledore right for once?!

His free hand lifting to run possessively down Draco's torso, he plucked the boy's rising nipples through his thin shirt, earning a throaty moan from the blonde. Smirking against his mate's lips, Blaise deepened the kiss, his tongue running across Draco's demandingly. Feeling the blonde's tongue hesitantly meet his, he moved his lips across Draco's more, trying to draw out a passionate response.

Draco's mind was swirling, his pants was hurting his cock and his body was on fire. He had never felt so horny and it was alarmingly seductive. Moving his hips, Draco rubbed his aching cock on Blaise, growling inhis throat despite his conscience.

Opening his eyes, Blaise stared into the pure silver eyes of his mate. His Veela blood was rising and now, more then ever, did Draco need him. His hand leaving the boy's nipples, he cupped the heavy, large sac of the Slytherin prince.

His eyes widening, Draco groaned, pulling his lips from Blaise's. His head flung back, his neck exposed, he snarled in pleasure when Blaise's hot, wet lips moved up and down his neck, his suddenly sharp teeth nibbling the pale flesh. Trying desperately to pull his wrists free from the other boy's iron grasp, he whimpered when Blaise's grip on his balls tightened in warning.

Moving his lips to Draco's ear, he licked the shell of it slowly, blowing in it gently. "You're mine tonight. I'm doing everything I've wanted to do to you." he panted.

Not waiting for an answer, Blaise used his claws to cut off Draco's pants and silk boxers, exposing the pale cock to the chilly dungeon air. Draco hissed between his tightly clenched teeth, shaking in pleasurable pain.

"Fuck!" he groaned.

Blaise smirked. "If you want." he purred.

His hand reaching down, Blaise moaned when he wrapped it around the hard, large shaft of Draco. His purple eyes flashing, Blaise quickly withdrew his hand and kept Draco's half-naked, squirming body to the wall. His hand reaching up over the blonde's head, he quickly forced a wrist into the metal shackle, imprisoning his arm from movement. Doing the same to Draco's other hand, Blaise placed a charm on the shackles, making them unbreakable.

Stepping back, he stared greedily at the beautifully erotic sight Draco made. His silver eyes were nothing but the metallic color, his pupils two white slits. His usually impeccable blonde hair hung around him, his pale flesh flushed slightly. His shirt was hanging open, revealing the hairless, chiseled chest. His eyes wandering down, Blaise licked his lips at the large cock protruding from between Draco's muscular, pale legs.

Draco panted, his eyes wild. "Get. Over. Here." he ordered in an odd voice.

Seeing his mate's eyes glowing, Blaise walked forward, inhaling the air around the blonde. Yes. His Veela blood was strong right now and he was very much in the mood for a few rounds of fucking. Cutting the last renament of Draco's clothing, he ignored the white shirt fluttering to the dungeon floor in a crumpled, torn heap.

Staring into the dangerous silver eyes, he smirked. "Always." he whispered before crashing his lips with Draco's.

Moaning in unison, the two began to rub their cocks together, the two aching shafts creating a delicious friction against each other. Pulling back slightly, his breath fanning Draco's face, Blaise closed his eyes and focused his magic. His clothes suddenly vanished, revealing his thick, tanned and hairless body. Draco growled, straining against his shackles.

Blaise grabbed Draco's hips, forcing the boy's bare cock to meet his uncovered one. Slowly, he rubbed the two male organs against each other, moaning in pleasure. Draco squirmed, snarling, his teeth clenched dangerously tight.

Forcing Draco further more into the wall, Blaise pressed his forehead down onto Draco's shoulder, groaning as his aching nipples were met with Draco's equally stiff aerolas. His claws digging into the moon-kissed flesh, he moved them down quickly and lightly traced the mushroomed tip head of the blonde's dick. Feeling a sticky substance meet his finger, Blaise slowly kneeled on the ground, his eyes level with the leaking pole of Draco's.

Staring into the insane silver eyes of his lover, Blaise opened his mouth and slowly open kissed the tip slowly, shuddering in pleasure at the salty yet pleasing taste of Draco's precum. Draco gazed into those bright purple orbs and moaned as the hot, wet mouth of Blaise suddenly enclosed around his aching erection.

Panting, he watched the Italian stare up into his eyes possessively, his head bobbing along his thick girth while his hand cupped and toyed with his heavy balls teasingly. Shifting his hips, he thrusted his cock deeper into the tight throat of the dark boy, hissing in pleasure.

"Fucccckk!"

Blaise mentally agreed and suckled the huge dick greedily, his body shivering in delight of the taste and texture of Draco's dick. Running his hand slowly from the large sac, his finger prodded the tight, deliciously small anal hole between Draco's tight buttocks. Draco stiffened, squirming. Feeling Draco's uncertainty, Blaise ran his teeth roughly along the blonde's cock, earning a snarl of encouragement from the pale god in his mouth.

Dipping a finger in the scorching heat of the hole, Blaise groaned against Draco's cock as the tight muscles clenched his finger with a bone crushing force. His cock hardening further at the thought of being imprisoned in such a tight, compact place, he ran his tongue along the shaft in his throat, enjoying the shuddering of Draco's body in response to his ardent attentions to him.

Draco thrusted his hips forward, driving his cock deeper in the mouth of the Italian. Whimpering as he felt a rising heat in his abdomen and the tingling prick of flesh goosebumping, he felt Blaise's claws wrap around his lithe hips and begin to thrust him into his mouth. Groaning, his head flung back, Draco moved his hips insync with Blaise's hands, feeling his cock driving forecfully down the tight, wet throat of the dark boy.

Blaise moaned in pleasure as the pale flesh sunk deeper and deeper in his throat. He had no gag reflexe and now he thanked Merlin for that. The taste of the boy's cum and the feeling of it leaking down his throat drove him made with pleasure.

Allowing the vibrations of his sounds from his throat to pleasure Draco, Blaise continued to suck until he felt Draco suddenly stiffen and a loud shout spill from the blonde's lips.

"Blaise!" Draco yelled as he came strongly into the Italian's throat, his body trembling from the force of his coming.

Pulling back and allowing the flacid cock to hang between Draco's legs, Blaise licked his lips and Draco's dick for the last bit of the sweet tasting seed of his mate. Feeling his body begin to rise again at the feeling of Blaise' tongue and lips on him, Draco groaned as his erection returned.

Standing up, Blaise kissed Draco, allowing the pale Veela to taste his own essence mixed with his. The two shuddered at the delicious mixture of fluids, their eyes blazing wiht passion as they stared at each other. Pulling back, his cock too hard to describe, Blaise turned Draco so the boy's chest now rested on the wall. His eyes wandering down the flawless back to the alabaster, muscled ass of Malfoy heir, he bit his bottom lip to muffle his groan.

Pressing his dick between the two cheeks, allowing it too become a large hotdog between two warm buns, he pressed his lips to Draco's and murmured, "Delicious."

Draco shuddered in response, moving his ass as he felt the alien feeling of the Italian's cock pressing inside of it.

Drawing back, Blaise pulled the taut butt cheeks apart, revealing the tight run he was about to ram into. His handsome face pulled into a primal smirk, he murmured a lubrication spell. Seeing the liquid dripple out of Draco's asshole and hearing the boy's gasp at the feeling of the cold, thick liquid in him rectum, Blaise pulled the ass cheeks further apart, revealing the boy's asshole to his large snake.

"Time to get to know each other, mate." he whispered.

Draco screamed when he felt himself tear into two as a seemingly huge pole rammed itself into his ass, forcing itself through his muscle tissue and hell knows what else. Feeling his mate tremble in pain, Blaise held himself and allowed the pale Slytherin to grow accustomed to his cock within his ass.

Pressing small, hot kisses along the boy's shoulder blades, he felt Draco shudder and lightly press back into him. Smirking, Blaise slowly began to thrust, his cock driving deeper and deeper into the taut ass of Draco.

Draco groaned, his eyes widening in pleasure. The pressure of the cock in his back entrance caused him to hiss and raise his hips to meet the Southern Veela's huge dick.

"Blaise!" he panted, his silvery eyes darkening as he moved insync with his mate's movements.

Grunting, Blaise began to speedily thrust into Draco's tight entrance, groaning in pleasure as the tight muscles clenched his aching cock welcomingly. The slick liquid of the lubricant rubbing against his hot, pained flesh of his shaft, the dark boy could only grunt and growl Draco's name.

Sweat covering their bodies, darkness met light as the two boys strained and groaned against each other. Clenching his eyes closed, Blaise felt Draco's body tempature rise and his growls deepen. Opening his eyes, he watched as the muscles in the boy's pale, beautiful back bunch and tighten, his tenons coiling as he began to transform. Hissing, Blaise bit down on Draco's neck, marking him in the ancient ways of the Veela.

Feeling the thick, hot blood enter his mouth, he suckled the wound, enjoying Draco's cries of pleasure as he continued to fuck the boy's ass with out mercy. His hips dancing forward, his huge dick covered in blood and lubricant, Blaise withdrew his mouth from his mark and flung his head back, howling in pleasure when he felt himself readying to cum.

Draco pulled desperately against his shackles, his body more then ready to fuck Blaise's ass with his uncomfortable erection. Feeling Blaise reach around and grasp his cock and began pumping it ruthlessly, Draco moaned and thrust back and forth, into the boy's hand and into his cock.

Suddenly, the two stiffened. Draco snarled as he came into the Italian's hand and the feeling of hot, almost scorching, cum filled his ass. His hands holding Draco's hips in an almost crushing grip, Blaise continued thrusting in Draco's ass as he came, his thick seed filling the tight asshole and its cavaties.

Finally, the two stopped moving, both slumping a bit. Sweat drippling down their bodies and mixing together, they shuddered as their erections returned. Turning back to fix his pure silver eyes, Draco gave a small smirk, revealing white fangs.

"My turn."

Hearing the breaking of the charmed shackles, Blaise watched in stunned silence as Draco rid of the charm and his chains. Feeling himself pulled into the hot and sweaty pale body of the Malfoy heir, he moaned as his lips were devoured by the pale boy.

'This will be interesting.' he thought to himself as he responded to the Morthern Veela's kiss.

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Wow. Steamy....I wonder if I should post Draco's turn with Blaise next chapter? ^-^!