The Family Jewels

Chapter 6

Confession is good for the soul

Blaise chanced a glance at Hermione’s pale face and realized that her innocence was becoming a liability to himself and Draco at this moment. He had started to make love to her back there, but she was too inexperienced to realize the difference between making love and a fuck. He knew that it was time to declare himself before she let her embarrassment and confusion cloud her view of them.

They had reached the portrait covering the Head Dorms, and Blaise wasn’t sure if it would be better for Draco and him to talk to her together or if he was better off on his own. Draco wasn’t much for talking, especially where his emotions were concerned. Just one more present from his devoted parents.

Hermione muttered the password to the portrait of Julia, and gave him a half-smile when he sent her a mock hurt expression for keeping the password from him once again. It was good to see that she hadn’t lost her sense of humor in this situation; he thought they could clear the air fairly quickly.

The common room was empty when they entered the room, but Draco’s door was ajar. Blaise didn’t know if he was in there or not, but he hesitated to take Hermione up to her room to talk, he knew first hand how poorly Draco would react to the idea that they were keeping things from him. He sat down on the couch closest to the roaring fire and decided to move ahead as planned.

“Hermione, look at me,” he said softly. He pulled her down to sit beside him and drew her close with an arm around her shoulders. Hermione didn’t hesitate to do as he asked, so Blaise drew a deep breath and dove into the deep end. “Hermione, I love you. Ti amo, cara mia,” he told her. She didn’t reply at first, finding their entwined fingers vastly fascinating at that moment.

“Draco knows how I feel about you, so you shouldn’t be frightened that he will be angry that I touched you,” he said, tipping her chin to face him. “Draco would like to touch you too, and I will not be angry if he does.”

Her eyes grew wide at this declaration, and a gleam of disbelief lit her brown eyes. “Perhaps it is not the most conventional situation, but I assure you, it is the truth,” Blaise allowed his lips to curve into one of the most beautiful smiles Hermione had ever seen, a small dimple showing itself in his right cheek.

Her hand came up to caress it, and he took the opportunity to kiss her fingers. “What does that mean Blaise? You want to…share me?” Hermione didn’t even know how to classify such a relationship.

“Do you want both of us?” he questioned. “I have to know, Hermione.”

“Yes, I suppose I do want both of you. You can’t expect me to believe that either of you would be accepting of that.” Hermione tried to shrug away from his embrace, but he wasn’t going to let her go just yet.

“I assure you, we are accepting of it.” Blaise tried to calm her by tracing invisible patterns in the palm of one hand.

“Maybe you should just kiss her,” Draco’s voice spoke from the doorway to his room.

Hermione looked up, then looked down, and then settled for closing her eyes. When she was little she had always done that to take herself away from whatever she was hiding from.

Blaise’s voice was firm as he said, “No Draco, I think you should kiss her.”

Draco started down the stairs, and Hermione opened her eyes. She took in his appearance from the bottom up. Bare feet, faded jeans, and a Slytherin Quidditch t-shirt with Captain and the words ‘Failure is Not an Option’ on the pocket. When she got to his face she was amazed to see a small smile and an obvious look of desire in his grey eyes.

He knelt in front of her, sliding his hands along her jaw, then kissed her. She had to remind herself to breathe after a minute. “Blaise, can’t you see our witch needs convincing?” Draco turned her face to Blaise.

Blaise moved to press a kiss to her lips while Draco leaned forward and caressed her ear lobe with his tongue. She gasped as he slid his tongue into her ear, and Blaise took the opportunity to push his tongue into her mouth. Blaise’s hand came up to touch her breast through her blouse, finding her peaked nipple and pinching it gently. Hermione groaned into Blaise’s mouth.

She was surprised to hear the sound, and then realized it had come from her own throat. She pulled back from Blaise’s mouth and looked at the two of them, a slightly glazed expression in her eyes. “What am I going to do with the two of you?” she asked, faintly.

“I’m hoping you’re going to keep us,” Draco said. “I hope you can forgive me for all the horrible things I said to you over the years, because Merlin help me, I’m in love with you.”

Hermione had a pretty fair idea of what it cost Draco to say those words to her, and she leaned forward to pull him into a tight embrace. “I love you too.” She turned to Blaise and said, “Blaise Zabini, I love you.” It looked like she was relieved to have finally said it, she was tired of being ashamed of her emotions, and was fiercely glad that they weren’t turning away from her and making her choose between them.

Draco and Blaise stood, holding a hand out to her and she took them with both of hers. She took a step forward, but was stopped by Blaise’s voice. “Don’t you think you should carry her?” he questioned Draco.

“Oh no, I don’t like being carried, I’m much too heavy,” Hermione denied quickly.

Identical bemused expressions crossed the faces of the two Slytherins as Draco swept her up in his arms as if she were a small child. “Whatever gave you the impression that you were too heavy to be carried, you silly girl?” Draco chided softly.

“I don’t know; I just assumed that I was,” Hermione said, seemingly amazed as he carried her up the stairs to his room and deposited her on the bed. She had never been in there before, and looked around curiously, taking in the green linen on his bed and the cherry furniture. It was all very neat, and she was surprised in a way, ashamed to admit to herself that she had assumed Draco to be a spoiled brat, too lazy to pick up after himself.

Remembering the last time that he had kissed her, Draco sat carefully next to her on the bed and said, “We can take this at whatever pace you want. We don’t want to scare you; we want to make you feel good.”

Blaise was leaning on the door frame watching them, making no effort to remove his clothes. “A moment Draco, if you will,” he said, stepping back a pace.

Draco had a small frown between his eyes as he kissed Hermione gently on the lips and moved a few paces into the hall. “Do you need an engraved invitation, Blaise? She’s already nervous.”

“Exactly, she’s already nervous. She’s never been with anyone; I bet no one has ever even seen her naked. I mean for us to begin as I wish to continue. I want us all to be together many times. That means that now is not the time for her to take on both of us. Make it good for her,” Blaise told Draco seriously.

“You’re really going to let me take her?” he asked in surprise.

“It isn’t me letting you, go ask her,” Blaise snapped, “before I change my mind about trusting you to do this right.”

Ti amo, cara mia- I love you, my dearest
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A/N – I’m a tease. It’s been said before, by someone a lot more exasperated than you. I assure you that I have not forgotten the title of this piece, but I thought I should set the stage, if you will. Please bear with me, and thank you for your kind words in your reviews.