the peep hole

peep 5.... Hermiones turn....

Oh yeah, I don\'t own them, JK does.

A/N... Thanks for all the very nice reviews on this fic, its been a lot of fun to write.. Life kinda got in the way of writing since New Years,..I wasn\'t quite sure how to end this fic. I hope you like it. Not as long, not as involved, but Hermione needed closure... lol...

Someone asked who Harry was with in the Room of Requirement in the last chapter... LOL....lets just say Ginny decided that she was tired of being the only one left unshagged at Hogwarts.... Poor Harry... He may never walk straight again... Those Weasleys really know how to work a guy over.....

Thanks to all those who have enjoyed this fic, it was my first in the HP fan fic arena and I really enjoyed it. Thanks especially to my Quiet Ones gals who introduced me to the wonders of Draco/Blaise/Hermione...

Hermione woke to the urgent call of nature. She struggled to get loose from the hold Draco had on her hair and the leg that Blaise had tossed over her that was pressing on her stomach, causing that urgent call. She crawled from the bed, putting Draco\'s hand into Blaise\'s hair, and sliding Blaise\'s leg over Draco\'s bum.. There... they would never miss her.

Hermione scooted quickly to the bathroom, took care of her business and on the way back to Dracos bedroom looked into the mirror. Hermione looked like a woman well and truly shagged. She grinned at herself in the mirror. Her hair was wild, she had a necklace of hickies around her neck ( Damn Draco was determined to win in the marking contest!) a line of them down her breasts, stomach, on hip bones, and... even on her ARSE!!! The bastard! She looked like had been in a fight with a muggle vacumn cleaner, and it won.

It wasn\'t only Draco that had marked her..No, Blaise had made his mark too. She had the rosy blush of whisker burn wherever there weren\'t purple love bites. She had a lovely set of fingerprints on her hip bones, where Blaise had grabbed as he took her from behind last night. Hermione blushed thinking of that particular moment of the night.

Blaise had come behind Hermione, calling her cara,canted her bottom in the air, and pressed home into her warm tight cunny, Draco had been watching from his prone position on the bed, but soon he hadn\'t been content to just watch and Hermione had heard Blaise gasp. She looked up into the mirror across from the bed, and saw Draco grab. Blaise\'s arse cheeks, pull them apart, delve his face in, laying a long luxurious lick up Blaise\'s crevice , up Blaise\'s backbone to finally bite Blaise\'s shoulder almost savagely and press his cock in Blaise\'s arse with a strong smooth stroke. Hermione winced slightly thinking about it, but remembered Blaises groan of pleasure and his husky voice saying,\" Yes! \"

Blaise and Draco built up a rhythm, using Draco\'s thrusts to drive Blaise\'s thrusts, with Blaise\'s fingers bruising Hermione to hold her in place for their energetic pumping. Soon Hermione felt Draco\'s hands come around Blaise and grab her breasts, pinching and twisting her nipples, causing such a delightful mix of pain and pleasure that Hermione soon began seeing stars and flew into her orgasm. Hermione had rolled from beneath Blaise after he came, and watched Draco continue to pound into his lover. The lust in Blaise\'s eyes as Draco ran his hands over Blaise\'s chest, pinching nipples, caressing muscles, grasping hipbones, caused Hermione\'s eyes to darken with a lust of her own. She had never realized how visual she was, how much excitement there was to watching two such strong men, become undone by their mutual lust. Blaise grasped Hermione by her thighs, dragged her over to him, and as Draco continued his pursuit, pulled her into an embrace and began kissing her passionately. Their tongues dueled, and as their mouths parted, Blaise began his litany of beautiful love words. Draco had reached his crisis, however, and while certainly sincere, seemed to have love words that consisted of the word \" FUCK\", shouted at extreme volumes. Hermione grinned, Draco was a simple creature at heart.

The night has passed in a haze of lips brushing, kissing, biting(draco), and sucking. Of hands caressing, pressing, pinching (draco!) and playfully slapping (Hermione to Draco!). Blaise laughing at Hermione and Draco, glad for once he wasn\'t the one looking like a piece of bruised fruit.

More than once Hermione had found herself pressed between the two of them, intercepting smug looks the two were sending each other, over her head. Really, these two were taking way too much for granted. She watched them kissing each other, Draco nipping Blaise\'s full bottom lip and sucking it into his mouth. She watched Blaise moan as Draco pushed every button to make Blaise crazy. Hermione found she loved watching Blaise take Draco in his mouth, and watch Draco\'s eyes narrow and his head fall back, Draco\'s hands grabbing Blaise\'s head as he lifted his hips and pushed into Blaise\'s willing mouth. She loved watching the mottled flush that broke out across Draco\'s pale chest and cheeks as his orgasm came upon him, and she loved watching Blaise look over at her and grin, at how he had completely undone Draco. Draco thought he was in control, but truly, Blaise had his own brand of control. Hermione knew, Blaise had used that very talented mouth on her more than once that night also.

Draco soon recovered and rolled Hermione in between he and Blaise, began tickling her and kissing her, and generally taking her breath away. Draco smirked at her, knowing that he could completely melt her resolve, and reveling in his power.

Hermiones lips thinned just a bit. She didn\'t like the way Draco assumed that she would just fall into line now that they had shagged her silly. She was still most unamused by the scare he had given her in the dungeon corridors earlier. What to do about it though? Blaise wasn\'t much better either. He might not be as obnoxious as Draco, but he was every bit as smug and just so SURE of her. The fact that she would never be able to look at her favorite part of the library without thinking of the wicked things he had done to her there surely deserved a little bit of pay back. What to do though? What was their weakness? Besides shagging her, because she didn\'t want to screw that up. She might want a little revenge, but she wasn\'t bloody stupid.

Hermione grinned, thinking of the perfect small revenge that would make sure that those two didn\'t underestimate her.... She quietly opened the bedroom door and looked out at her two lovers. Like two fallen angels they were. Draco with his white blond hair, and Blaise with his long curly black locks. So beautiful, so smug.... So vain..... snicker...

Draco woke and immediately rolled out of bed, looking back only for a second as he groped his way to the bathroom ,hoping to get rid of the taste of dead hippogriff out of his mouth. Hermione had sneaked away sometime this morning. Yes, it had definately been morning, because the sun was peeking through the window shades the last time he had rolled her underneath him and plowed his way into her sleeping complaining, yet ultimately, yielding body.

Blaise was still in the bed, his hair in disarray around his deceptively angelic face. Draco smiled at his partner in crime and then turned to the bathroom, going in to take care of his morning business. Draco didn\'t bother to look into the mirror as he answered natures call, grabbed his toothbrush and staggered into the shower. Draco washed the sleep from his eyes, and the sweat from his nights exertions off of his body. Starting to feel marginally better, and hoping to find his sweet little handful of a witch and shag her again. Draco grabbed his towell , putting it over his head to dry his hair as he strolled over to the mirror to finish his morning regimen and get on with the business of teaching his little Griffindor not to sneak off so precipitously in the morning.

Draco chuckled, as he removed the towell from his head. The girl couldn\'t resist him and Blaise and they weren\'t letting her get away from them. It wasn\'t easy finding someone who could accept that He and Blaise were really a package deal. Yes, Hermione was well and truly theirs. She had the brands to prove it.

Blaise woke to the sound of a shriek coming from Dracos bathroom. It sounded truly terrified. Sure that something awful had happened to Hermione(because it sounded like her) Blaise bolted for the door, stopping short, as he took in the sight of Draco, staring at himself in horror in the bathroom mirror.

Draco had Weasley red hair and Weasley freckles all over his face and body. He had spots running amok. He had red hair on his under arms, legs and even a red hair trail down to his privates. Blaise began to laugh, at the look of true horror on Draco\'s face. There was nothing that could be worse to his beautiful blond Adonis than to wake up a Weasley. Draco looked over in outrage at his lover. How dare Blaise make mock of Draco\'s pain!

Draco grinned suddenly, snorted in laughter and said in a soft, dangerous voice. \" I wouldn\'t laugh too hard, my friend, she got you too. \" Blaise\'s eyes widened as he came closer to Draco and fearfully looked into the mirror.

Draco\'s vivid red head came close to Blaise\'s head covered in black hair that was sticking up all over his head, not laying in his normal luxuriant curls down to his shoulders. Draco leaned in his freckled face close to Blaises ear and said softly. \"Hello, Scarhead.\"

Blaise had not only Harry\'s nasty messy hair, but a lightening bolt across his forehead. Blaise had a scar marking the perfection of his Bottechelli face. He felt faint.

As the two very vain, very distraught lovers looked in horror at their reflections, they realized that while they may have caught themselves the witch they both wanted more than any other. That she was also the most evil, revenge seeking, and brilliant witch they had ever had the misfortune to piss off. They looked at each other and knew that they had better tread carefully and be really sweet, if they didn\'t want to walk around looking like their worst nightmares for the rest of their school year, much less their lives.... The End... for now...