Three is Enough

A/N: Thanks again for all the lovely reviews. Someone pointed out that these chapters that I'm posting aren't actual chapters since I'm only writing one idea. Call me confused, but as long as there is plot and characterization and the story is moving forward it is a chapter. At any rate, this is a drabble fic and it's meant to be short and to the point. This story was the result of prompts sent to me and I wove the words or phrases into a scene. Anyway, I'm not a professional, I only do this for fun. Also, this chapter is what starts to earn this story its 'M' rating.

Hermione walked sleepily into the bathroom the following morning, rubbing her eyes tiredly. She really shouldn't of stayed up so late celebrating her victory with Ginny but she couldn't help it. It had made her feel positively giddy to finally get one over on the so-called Princes of Slytherin.

It had felt like quite the coup to see their faces for the rest of the day. She knew that they had certainly never expected her to deal with her little wardrobe malfunction the way that she had. It had felt good to actually be treated like a female for once. She hadn't had to carry a single book for the whole day, boys had been just clamoring for her attention. As a result, Ginny had drug her off to her dormitory for an impromptu party/ gossip session. She wanted to know exactly why she'd suddenly found some fashion. As a result, she was way too tired for her own good.

She should have been paying more attention. If she had done like she was supposed to, she would have went to bed early. If she had, she would have noticed that bathroom was anything but empty when she entered. Instead, she reached down and grasped her nightgown and started pulling it off so that she could shower before breakfast. It was something she would have never done if she had realized she had an audience. She had the silky fabric to her breasts when a voice cut through the silence.

"Nice knickers, Granger."

Hermione squeaked and jerked the gown back down trying to cover herself as her eyes flashed open. She was greeted by the sight of Draco Malfoy staring at her, his normally pale eyes darkened with desire.

Hermione gaped open-mouthed as she took in his attire, or lack there of. He was leaned against the marble countertop casually dressed in nothing but a pair of tightey-whiteys. She was little bit surprised. She always had him pegged to be a boxer man.

"I never much cared for them," he explained. "I found that 'little Draco' moved around far to much for my liking."

She hadn't had the urge to look before but now she couldn't help looking. Her cheeks tinged a dark rouge color as she noticed that 'little Draco' wasn't that little. If she was being truthful, 'little Draco' was enormous. She could see the large bulge in the Slytherin's underwear.

Malfoy chuckled richly and her cheeks flamed brighter. She felt like she was going to spontaneously combust. "Get out of my head!" she grit out.

"Sorry," he intoned, although he didn't look sorry in the slightest. "You were broadcasting your thoughts quite loudly."

She huffed irritably, embarrassed to the hilt. She swallowed her pride and tried to regain some of her dignity. "Look, Malfoy, I'm sorry I walked in on you. I should have knocked but the door was unlocked. I'm… I'm just going to go now."

She turned to pull open the door leading to her room when his hand on her wrist stopped her. "Not so fast, Princess."

His hand was warm against her wrist, sending little sparks of electricity up her arm. Her protest died in her throat as she met his eye. He towered over her. She had to look up to meet his gaze. He backed her up against the door where she had no hope of escape. Her pulse was hammering wildly as she looked about for a way out. She moved back in surprise as she felt 'little Draco' press against her stomach.

Finally, she couldn't take it anymore. "Malfoy! Let me go! I said I was sorry!"

He smirked at her as his eyes roved over her body. "I've seen you watching us, Princess. I've heard your thoughts. Who would have known that Gryffindor's Princess had such a dirty mind? You've been such a tease to the both of us."

She opened her mouth to protest and he silenced her with a kiss, his tongue sliding sinuously into her mouth. Her brain all but died as he kissed her into oblivion. The man worked magic as his tongue danced with hers. She couldn't even remember what she had been about to say.

Her eyes flashed open in surprise as she heard a throat being cleared behind Malfoy. She was embarrassed once more as she met the gaze of Blaise Zabini. "Drake, I'm hurt. You started without me."

Draco smirked as he kissed the corner of her mouth. "You shouldn't be that surprised, Blaise. Malfoys always come out on top. But since you're here, you might as well join."

Hermione's eyes widened as the tall Slytherin crossed over toward them. So much for lions being at the top of the food chain. She had a feeling that she was about to be devoured by a couple of snakes.

End Note: Thoughts...?