Three is Enough

Disclaimer: As per the usual, I still don't own Harry Potter. I never will. I make no money from this series.

A/N: You guys are awesome. I can't tell you enough how much I enjoy reading your reviews. : ) Here is the next chapter for your viewing pleasure. Let's ratchet up the tension, shall we?

Hermione swallowed heavily as the tall Italian stalked purposefully across the richly appointed bathroom. What on Earth had she gotten herself into? She squirmed as Draco's lips trailed under her jaw and down her neck. She had to stop this before it went any further. She began to panic as she heard the clatter of Blaise's belt buckle as it hit the marble floor.

"Please….stop," she managed to breath out as she pushed feebly against Draco's chest. She moaned as he exploited a particularly sensitive spot under her ear.

"I don't think so, Princess. I don't think you want me to stop."

By this time Blaise was down to his boxers. Hermione knew she had to do something and she had to do it fast. She ducked quickly from under Draco's arms and darted rapidly across the tile into Draco's room. She couldn't get through into her own dorm but she could go through his and out into the common area. From there, she could get back to the safety of her own room.

She hadn't counted on the fact that Draco's door wouldn't respond to her touch. She pulled franticly on the handle trying to escape from the silver snake's dorm. She whirled around in fright as she heard the click of a lock. Across the room, right in front of the now locked bathroom door, stood the two self-proclaimed Princes of Slytherin.

They made a very intimidating duo even in their state of undress. Or maybe that made them more intimidating. She didn't know. This was not going to happen. She lifted her chin and found her Gryffindor bravery.

"Alright, Malfoy. You've had your fun. Let me out. I don't want to play this game any longer."

She watched as a small smirk wound its way onto his perfect porcelain face. "This isn't a game, Princess. We've been watching and waiting for our chance. This is too good of an opportunity to pass up. I mean, you are right here in my room, Granger. It's Saturday and we won't be missed for hours."

She looked at him incredulously as he began to move gracefully across the room. Her eyes darted to his companion as he started moving as well, effectively cornering her. "Yeah," he piped in. "We'll let you go when pigs fly."

"I've seen a pig fly," she deadpanned. "In charms class. Now, stop this craziness."

When they didn't stop, she made to dart in between them, back through the bathroom and into her room. She could reset her wards then. She didn't get that far. She shrieked as Blaise caught her waist and pinned her between Malfoy and himself.

They caged her between them and she could feel their arousal pressing firmly against her front and backside. She squeaked as Malfoy ground himself against her, pushing her back into Blaise. He groaned, low and husky into her ear and then latched his lips onto the curve of her neck.

She was almost incoherent as Malfoy kissed her again. Parting her lips with his tongue, he delved in and stoked the fire that was building in her belly. Her knickers were drenched. She could feel the thin satiny material clinging to her as he pillowed between her lower lips. She couldn't believe that any of this was happening.

She struggled a bit when Malfoy reached down and freed his swollen cock from its confines. It stood up between them pressing against her stomach. He took her hand and guided it to him, showing her how to stroke him gently.

"Would you like to play with my pet snake, Granger?"

A/N: So... ummmm... yeah. Comments?