The Family Jewels

Chapter 42
Destiny

Madam Pomfrey called Blaise into the Infirmary, and he rushed to Hermione’s side. She was sitting a little awkwardly on a curtained off bed, although there were no other patients. He could tell that she had been crying, and his anger rose again. It didn’t look like she was in any shape to handle anger right now, so he damped it down. There would be revenge, however. She was under the protection of the Zabini family, which was a very serious thing. Blaise would need to send a long owl to his father, but he knew that his father would think that he had done the right thing. The Malfoys and the Zabinis had known each other for many years, and Blaise was well acquainted with his father’s opinion of the former Lord Malfoy.

Typically, he would have had to worry that Draco would be used as the revenge against his father, but this particular incident proved beyond a shadow of a doubt that hurting Draco didn’t bother Lucius a bit. Other methods of getting to Lucius Malfoy would be employed.

However, Hermione was trying to smile at him, which brought him back into the moment. “Cara,” he said, wrapping his arms around her. “I am so relieved to have you back. Draco and I were frantic with worry.”

“I was so stupid Blaise,” Hermione sobbed. “I know Draco, there was no way he would act that way, but I just didn’t see it.”

“Hermione, this is not your fault. No small part of it is your fault. Lucius Malfoy,” Blaise ducked his head a little when Hermione flinched at the use of his name, “has been terrorizing people for many years, and this time his own hide was at stake. I know that you are a most brilliant witch, but he was clearly working on this plan for some time.”

Hermione just buried her face in Blaise’s neck, content to feel safe and loved. He smelled so good, and he traced small circles on her back, trying to soothe her. “Draco is afraid you blame him, bella. I know this will take time for you, but when you look at Draco will you see Draco? Or his father?”

Hermione had already been kicking herself about the many ways that the two were different. “Blaise, I don’t know why I was fooled for one second. They are very different. Draco’s father has a scar on his chin, his hair doesn’t fall the same way, he’s not quite as tall, and he kept calling me my dear.” She sniffed, “Draco never calls me that, and Lucius didn’t kiss me.”

“Really? Well, good, I suppose.” Blaise stood up and held his hand out for hers. “Madam Pomfrey says that you can go. Let’s get you back to your room. The Aurors took all your bedding as evidence, cara, and I took the liberty of having all new delivered from Diagon Alley. I hope that was okay.” Blaise looked down at her, his eyes that particular shade of indigo that was truly unearthly.

“Thank you so much, Blaise, but I wonder if Draco would mind if we all slept in his room for a while. It would make me feel better.” Hermione smiled at Blaise as they walked.

“I’m sure that would make Draco very happy,” Blaise was able to say this with great confidence.

Professor Snape came hurrying down the corridor, and did a double take when he saw the Head Girl walking hand in hand with Blaise. “How are you, Miss Granger?”

“A little shaky,” the girl answered.

“That is to be expected. Draco’s father has been removed from school grounds by the Aurors,” Severus told them. Hermione closed her eyes for a moment, and Blaise wondered if she was going to sway on her feet. “Where is Draco, Mister Zabini?”

“He went to see his mother. Draco is very upset,” Blaise said this to both of them, so that they would understand. “He blames himself for what happened, and he expects that you will blame him as well.”

“Professor, when you see Draco, please tell him that I need him to come back to Hogwarts,” Hermione said tiredly.

“Of course, Miss Granger. Mister Zabini, perhaps you should be getting Miss Granger back to her quarters,” Severus said, as if they wouldn’t have already been there, if he hadn’t stopped them.

When they got to the Head common room, they were surprised to find Harry Potter waiting for them. “Harry, what are you doing here?” Hermione asked.

“I’m making sure that the Head Girl is all right,” Harry said, searching her eyes with his own. Apparently, he was satisfied with what he found there, because he drew her forward into a gentle hug. “Don’t scare me like that ‘Mione,” he said very quietly.

“I will do my very best,” she rested her head on his chest for a moment. “Tell the others that I am doing okay. No visitors until I feel a little more steady, though, all right?”

“It will be hard to keep Ron and Ginny away,” Harry warned. “You look asleep on your feet, love. Why don’t you take her upstairs, Blaise, and I’ll just wait for Draco down here.”

“Why do you have to wait for Draco?” Hermione asked, puzzled.

“I, um, I…am his slave for the day,” Harry admitted sheepishly.

“Draco caught the Snitch?” Blaise questioned, then looked triumphant at Harry’s nod. “I suppose that means that I won our little wager, cara. Perhaps we should continue this discussion upstairs. By all means, wait here for Draco.” Blaise flashed a cheeky grin. “This may just be what Draco needs today.”

Harry smirked at them in a self-deprecating manner, “I am here to serve.”

Blaise and Hermione laughed, and both of the boys were so relieved to hear laughter from her, that they could only grin widely at her. Harry sat down to wait and Blaise and Hermione disappeared into Draco’s room.

Draco came through the door to his rooms a short while later. “Potter?” he said. While in previous years, the name would have sounded like a curse word on his lips, now it was delivered with only mild curiosity. “Is everything all right here?”

“Oh yes, Blaise and Hermione are in your room,” Harry said. “I am here because I am still your slave for the day”

Draco actually laughed as well. ‘Perfect,’ thought Harry, ‘at least I am a source of amusement.’

“I need to go talk to Hermione and Blaise. Stay here, maybe you’ll learn something,” Draco looked very happy about his current plan, and silencing charms were not part of it.

He practically ran up the stairs, but he pushed his door open very slowly, then closed it behind him. Hermione and Blaise were lying in his bed, kissing. He felt his cock start to get hard just standing there. “Since the two of you are in my bed, I hope that I am welcome?” Draco hadn’t been this nervous about a girl since he lost his virginity.

Hermione looked over at the sound of his voice. “Are you all right, love?” she asked him.

Draco raised an eyebrow at her, “Am I all right? Nothing happened to me. Are you all right?”

“Maybe you should come over here and comfort me,” she said.

“What a fine offer, Miss Granger,” Draco said, shedding his robe, Quidditch boots, socks and breeches. He climbed into bed next to them and she immediately used his chest for a pillow. “You’re not angry with me, love?”

“Draco, you didn’t do anything. You can’t be with me every second. There is a war on. People get hurt.” Hermione looked into his eyes when she said this to let him know that she really didn’t blame him.

“This wasn’t about the war, love; this was about my father being a selfish bastard who wanted to hide the fact that he had broken a magical contract that has bound our family for over a thousand years.” Draco shook his head in disgust.

Hermione could tell that Draco was getting worked up over it again. “Draco?” she said.

“Hmmm,” he answered, lost in his own thoughts.

“Kiss me,” she commanded.

Draco’s head came up immediately and a slow, sexy smile split his face. “Yes, ma’am,” he said, one hand tangling in the hair at the back of her neck as he brought his mouth down to hers. The kiss started out soft, as if she would be injured if he kissed her too hard.

Hermione reached up to slide her hand across his jaw and into the silky hair behind his ear. Her tongue licked his bottom lip, and he opened his mouth without thought. He reveled in her taste and the feel of her mouth. He couldn’t explain why it was, but a wave of love for her swelled over him. He broke the kiss briefly to tell her, “Merlin, I love you Hermione. I need you so much.”

Blaise was busily unbuttoning the shirt Hermione was wearing, giving each nipple a lick and a small suck, before turning to Draco and doing the same. Even though they didn’t stop kissing, each was aware of his presence and Blaise knew that he was welcome to play with them as he chose. Draco was now naked except for his boxers, but Hermione was still wearing trousers. Blaise kissed his way from her shoulder to the button of her trousers. He undid them, and she raised her hips to help him slide them down her legs.

Once they were deposited on the floor, Blaise began to kiss from her ankles up to her knees and closer to her core. One of Hermione’s hands came down to caress Blaise’s head, running her fingers through his hair. He slid her knickers down her thighs, his breath almost catching in his throat at the sight of her on her back, while Draco kissed her, one thumb idly stroking a distended nipple. Hermione groaned in her throat as Blaise touched the tip of his tongue to her clit. He started to lick circles around her clit, one finger teasing her entrance, rubbing lightly on the outside without penetrating her.

A shiver raced through her spine at his teasing. He firmed his tongue from the flat licks he had been giving her, and thrust into her. She was leaking profusely, and he licked up all he could. He looked up into her eyes as he licked her. Draco had his boxers off, and Hermione was touching his cock. A few small squeezes of the shaft, fondling his heavy balls, a finger pressing softly against his anus. Draco’s breathing was becoming particularly laboured, his cock now rock hard. He opened his expressive grey eyes and smiled at her before she deliberately moved forward and captured the head in her mouth.

Blaise thought that watching the two of them was the most erotic thing he had ever seen, and he unconsciously sped up his oral assault on Hermione’s pussy. His easily slid two fingers into her, his mouth drawing her clit into his mouth. She thrust her hips up a few times before Blaise placed a forearm across her hips to hold her steady. Draco’s eyes weren’t closed, but they weren’t exactly focused either, Blaise noted with some amusement. When his mouth began to twist with what looked like pain, Blaise knew he was close. He released Hermione’s clit from his mouth and began to suck on her folds, his tongue swirling, his nose hitting her clit rhythmically.

Draco came first with a short bark of ecstasy. He tightened his hand on Hermione’s shoulder to warn her he was going to shoot. She sucked harder and he pumped himself into her mouth a few times. “Oh yes,” he said, “please Merlin.” He was able to focus on the woman he loved as she hit climax and ground her pussy against Blaise’s face, a smile almost of relief gracing her face. A flush rose on her upper chest, and the boys knew that she had come hard. Hermione’s eyes found Blaise’s, silently asking what his pleasure was, since he was the only one not yet satisfied.

Blaise shook his head at her slightly. “What would you like, cara?”

Hermione flushed slightly. “I’ve never really gotten to see you two make love…” her voice trailed off, but she was heartened by the smiles on both their faces.

“Draco?” Blaise questioned, knowing this was up to him.

Draco locked his gaze with Blaise, wanting nothing more than to be fucked by his best friend. “Please,” he answered. Blaise smiled, moving between Draco’s open thighs. Hermione handed him the lube before he even had time to ask for it. Slicking up his fingers, he slid one into Draco’s virgin entrance. Draco gasped, but pushed back slightly. Blaise’s cock was straining to make contact with Draco’s body, almost as if it had a life of its own. Blaise added another finger, reaching out to grasp Draco’s rapidly hardening cock with his other hand. Hermione was licking and sucking on Draco’s nipples, which were quite sensitive. ‘Must be because his skin is so fair,’ Blaise thought.

Blaise moved his fingers inside of Draco energetically, knowing that his cock was going to be difficult for Draco to take in his arse, especially since he was a back virgin. The special lube was loosening Draco up and he was relaxed and moaning now that Blaise had three fingers in him. “Now, Blaise,” Draco commanded.

Blaise sat back against his heels, very close to Draco’s body. His cock was bumping against his thighs when he pulled his fingers out and immediately replaced them with the head of his cock. Draco moaned at the penetration, and Blaise didn’t know if it was pleasure or pain. ‘Probably some of both,’ Blaise thought ruefully. “Okay, Draco?” Blaise asked solicitously.

Draco moaned again, but nodded shortly. “Please,” he said again. Blaise started to ease his length into him, not stopping until he was buried, and then he waited for Draco. Hermione was lightly licking his nipples, her hand sliding up and down his cock in order to comfort him. Draco slowly relaxed; Blaise leaned over and gave him a long kiss, starting to make small thrusts inside him. Blaise slowly changed the angle of his thrusts until Draco’s mouth opened wide, yet no sound came out. Blaise smiled, and made sure to hit Draco’s sweet spot over and over, his thrusts natural and deep. Hermione’s hand continued to play with Draco’s cock, until he put a hand over hers in order to encourage her to pump at the same rhythm Blaise was using. Blaise was losing himself in Draco, and he replaced Hermione’s hand with his own. It was easier for him to thrust and pump in complete coordination, and soon Draco was spewing cum over his hand and his own stomach. Only a few more thrusts and Blaise held himself still, body close to Draco’s as he came inside him. Blaise couldn’t hold his head up for a moment, every muscle in his body relaxed and at peace.

Hermione was not surprised to see that Blaise’s eyes were azure blue when he finally lifted his head and pulled slowly out of Draco. Draco groaned when Blaise finally removed the large head of his cock from his arse. He knew why Blaise had rolled over into the fetal position after their first time together. ‘It bloody hurt,’ he thought, but he couldn’t deny that there was deep pleasure in it as well.

Hermione cast “Scourgify” over them all, then snuggled between the two of them. “Oh my goodness,” she said, “we left Harry in the common room. You don’t think he heard do you?” She was horrified.

“It is a distinct possibility,” Draco drawled smugly. “Finite Incantatem.”

Blaise knew that look on Draco’s face. “What did you do?” he asked accusingly.

“I merely cast a mild Sonorus, I wanted Potter to hear how real people fuck.” Draco smirked. “Perhaps we should give him a few minutes to himself before we go out there.”

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A/N - My children are leaving to go to camp for a week on Sunday, and I hope to finish the story up by the time they get back. Writing this has been fun, but they have been very patient. Thank you so much for reading and reviewing. Don’t worry; I have some fun ideas for the end.