Off Limits

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Proposition

Blaise leapt to his feet when the door flung open and slammed into the wall, his hand instinctively going to his wand. Draco swept into the room and kept on coming like the Hogwarts’ Express going over a cliff. Blaise gaped at the rushing figure of his lover. “Draco, what the hell happened--Oomph!”

Draco ran right into his lover, his lips devouring Blaise’s. The other boy lost his balance and fell back onto the couch, Draco following him down and wrapping his arms around Blaise so tightly for a moment the Italian forgot to breathe. The kiss was deep, but for once was filled with something other than passion. Blaise reluctantly broke the kiss, looking up into Draco’s grinning face. “What was that all about?” he asked in bewilderment.

“Can’t a bloke kiss someone hello without looking suspicious?”

“Not when the bloke is you and the someone is me.” Blaise scowled. “And it had better always be me,” he warned.

Draco actually laughed. Blaise tried to keep his jaw from gaping at the giddy picture Draco presented. He hadn’t looked this happy since…”What happened?” he demanded, scooting back to sit up. Draco straightened a little to let him up, but didn’t get off. “You,” he said grinning, “are never going to believe what just happened…”

~*~
Draco had lost his voice. In fact, he had begun to seriously question his hearing. Or his sanity.

Hermione Granger had just confessed that she loved him.

“You-” he croaked, “you aren’t serious.”

Still kneeling on the floor, Hermione nodded slowly, misery washing over her. “Oh, but I am,” she said bitterly. “I’ve gone and fallen for the most unlikely person on the planet. Isn’t that funny.” Her tone clearly said that humor was the last thing on her mind.

Were his knees going weak on him? Draco stumbled back and clutched at the statue’s leg for support. “But what about Blaise?” he asked dazedly. To be honest, he wasn’t exactly sure what he was saying. He couldn’t get his mind to focus beyond the echo of those three coveted little words. Blaise. He needed Blaise. His lover would know what to do. Blaise would be able to keep a clear head.

Hermione laughed derisively. “What about Blaise? I’m well aware that the two of you are…together.” She looked up at Draco for the first time, her face red from her tears. A small smile twisted her lips. “Don’t look so frightened, Malfoy. I’m not going to attack you. I’m under no illusions about you and me. Even if you didn’t see me as nothing more than a mud blood, you’re gay.” She rose unsteadily to her feet, taking more time than necessary to brush imaginary dirt from her skirt.

For some reason Draco latched on to that single word. “The way you say it makes me sound like an effeminate weakling,” he huffed out.

Hermione looked at him in confusion. “But you’d rather be with boys than girls, right?”

Draco straightened up, indignation stiffening his spine. “Now see here, Granger, it is not a choice. I would not ‘rather’ anything! I certainly didn’t look at Blaise one day and say, ‘hmm, I think I’ll shag a boy today. I already did a girl yesterday.’ I fell in love with him, and the fact that he happened to be a man was irrelevant.” He glared at her even while he silently wondered where the hell he was going with this conversation.

Hermione had a peculiar expression on her face. It was a mixture of pain and wistful longing, and maybe something else. A flash of…desire? Draco’s eyes widened. Had she really just imagined him and Blaise together…and liked it? He was about to ask when she abruptly turned her face away from him. “Well, there you have it then. My ridiculous feelings really are hopeless. And inappropriate.” When she turned her face back to his, she had donned a cool mask. It should have looked silly combined with her tearstained cheeks, but Draco found it strangely endearing. “You and Blaise are obviously very much in love, and I…Well, I will get over this. I would appreciate it, however, if we never spoke of this again. I just want to forget the whole thing,” she finished, her jaw clenching.

Wait, what had just happened? Draco watched her get closer to him, unsure how he had managed to convince her that there was no chance to be together. He managed to scrape enough brainpower together to open his mouth to explain, to tell her how it really was. “Hermione-”

“Don’t,” she cut him off. They were shoulder to shoulder now, her facing the way back to Gryffindor Tower, he in the direction of Slytherin common rooms. She looked up at him with a fierce gleam in her eye. “I’ve been humiliated enough!” A new, bittersweet tone laced her voice. She looked very far away right then. “Do you know what makes it worse? I couldn’t settle with having these feelings for just one person. I had to love two.” Draco sucked in a breath. Hermione laughed humorlessly. “I don’t know who I envy more. Blaise for having your love…or you for having Blaise’s.”

Suddenly she reached up and jerked his head down to hers. She kissed him fiercely with lips as soft as Blaise’s, holding his face between two hands so little that they had to be felt to be believed. It ended as quickly as it had begun, with Hermione suddenly pushing him away and Draco blinking at her in incomprehension. He hadn’t even had time to close his eyes!

“If I didn’t know better,” Hermione said, angry at him and herself, “I would think that you had put some kind of spell on me!” With that she turned and walked away. Draco stood where he was, too stunned to move.

~*~
“…and that’s when I came here. I had to tell you.” Draco cupped his lover’s face and kissed him again, grinning like a loon. “She loves us, Blaise! Hermione Granger loves us!”

Blaise looked far from happy. “Oh, Draco.” He slumped back and covered his eyes with his hand. “You fool.”

Draco’s smile faded. “What?” he demanded. “Why are you acting like that? Didn’t you hear what I said? She loves us! You and me, Blaise. It’s what we dreamed about.”

Blaise’s heart hurt. Draco was so sure that this was the moment they had waited for, but Blaise knew better. He hated the thought of crushing Draco’s hopes, but he couldn’t stay silent. He moved his arm and looked solemnly into his lover’s face, tracing every familiar inch of it visually. “It’s the love potion, Draco. She’s still under it’s effects. I would have thought that our spell would have made it burn out faster, but it seems I was wrong. I’m sorry, love. We’ll-”

“I know.”

Blaise was confused. “You know what?”

Draco rolled his eyes. “I know it was the potion, Blaise. As lovesick as I am, I am not stupid. I realized fairly quickly that Hermione would never in her right mind suddenly toss all of her precious convictions and throw herself into my arms. It’s a lovely thought, but highly improbable.” His grin came back with full force. “But this is our opportunity, Blaise, and if we plan this right-”

Blaise sat up. “You knew?!”

“Yes, I knew. Now would you let me continue? As I was saying, we can use this to our advantage. If my calculations are correct, we have two days before the potion wears off. That’s two days we can court Hermione without any barriers. She doesn’t remember last night, and her newfound feelings will open her mind to the possibility of accepting us of her own free will once our limit is up.” Draco crossed his arms and looked expectantly at Blaise, clearly believing the plan to be genius and waiting for his praise.

It was long in coming. Blaise had never expected this chance to come so quickly. He had been prepared for a long, drawn out seduction. Now he was presented with the challenge of cramming every bit of persuasion and cunning he had in him into two short days. Draco was right, they could use Hermione’s confession as their platform. They would woo her, seduce her, show her what it would be like to be with the two of them for the rest of their lives. Draco and Blaise could tempt her into falling in love with them for real.

But what happened if the two days were up, and they had failed? Blaise wasn’t sure he could take the disappointment, and freely admitted that now to Draco. “I love you, Draco,” he confessed. His hand ran absently over Draco’s chest, unconsciously rubbing the spot that marked Draco’s heart. “It would make the pain more bearable. But if she denied us, I don’t think I would be able to try it anymore. Failure hurts too much.”

Draco was silent when he grabbed Blaise’s hand and squeezed. “Ok,” he said at last. “We take our two days. It will be our last attempt for Hermione. Her decision at the end of our days is the final one. If she stays….If she goes…” Draco’s throat closed for a second. It was so hard to think about. “If she goes, then we will find a way to break the handfast. Or at least find a way to let her be…with someone else.”

His heart twisted, but he refused to take it back. He and Blaise would have each other, regardless of Hermione’s decision. It would hurt like hell, but neither would be alone. He held Blaise’s gaze. “Are we agreed?”

“I thought you wanted her whatever the cost.” Blaise said it quietly. “Whatever it took.”

Draco nodded. “I did. I do. But tonight I got a glimpse of what it would be like for Hermione to love me, not hate me. I don’t think I could bear going back to having her hate me, no matter how much I want her.” He cleared his throat. “So, are we agreed?” he asked again.

Slowly, Blaise nodded. He squeezed Draco’s hand back. The two lay there for a moment, contemplating their decision, taking comfort in their closeness before they embarked on this new journey.

~*~
Was it possible, Hermione wondered as she lay in her bed, to hurt so much and yet be so deliriously happy at the same time? She stared at the shadowed canopy of her bed without really seeing it, her mind racing over the night’s events again and again. Her dorm mates had been asleep for hours, leaving her alone with her thoughts.

She had kissed Draco Malfoy.

She had kissed him willfully, unabashedly initiating a meeting of lips with Hogwarts’ most revered and yet reviled student. She had had every intention of simply passing him and leaving her confession behind her. But she had made the mistake of looking into his captivating eyes at the last moment. More words had spilled out and flowed off of her tongue in a waterfall that had given voice to her deepest emotions once more.

She turned her head so that she could see out the window next to her bed better. Why? Why had it been so imperative that she tell him those intimate things? Her private nature had abandoned her for those few short moments, replaced by such compelling need. For whatever reason, Hermione had needed to open up to Draco and expose an intimate part of herself--her heart.

And then she kissed him.

Percy Bysshe Shelley once wrote in his Prometheus Unbound that “soul meets soul on lovers’ lips.” While not lovers in a biblical fashion, Hermione realized that her kiss had been her way of baring her soul to Draco. It had been an impulsive, even foolish move. Draco had Blaise, he didn’t need her kisses. And as Hermione reached up to touch her lips, she found that she was now left with nothing but the ache described in a Chinese proverb-- “Kissing is like drinking salted water. You drink, and your thirst increases.”

Hermione smiled sadly. How very true. Her thirst had grown beyond the need for Draco’s kisses to encompass a craving for another’s. His lover, the man he’d given his heart to. Blaise Zabini.

Hermione felt tears threatening again and brushed them away in annoyance. “Get a hold of yourself,” she whispered in disgust. She was tired of tears. She was not the crying sort. Then again, she’d thought that she’d never be the sort of girl to fall for a Slytherin either. But she had. Not just for one Slytherin, but two, who just happened to be the leaders of the snake pit.

It never occurred to her to question the abrupt realization of the nature and direction of her feelings. Matters of the heart had always baffled Hermione; there was no rhyme or reason to it. So she had always managed to set them aside and sort of forget about them. It was no surprise to her that she had never noticed that her habit of sneaking the occasional look at Blaise had hidden a much more romantic motive than curiosity. She had always wondered, in a clinical fashion, why such a physically attractive man had chosen to be in a relationship with another man. The images the notion had inspired had made her blush and look back at her text in an effort to clear her head.

“…it is not a choice…I fell in love …he happened to be a man…irrelevant…”

Well, now she had the answer to her question. What Draco had told her applied to Blaise as well--the two boys were in love and, as with her own feelings, reason had been swept away.

Oh, Merlin, what was she going to do?

The tapping on the window startled her badly. She’d sat up and snatched up her wand before she’s really thought, ready to stun anything that came near her. The owl beyond the glass regarded her with mild distaste for her jumpiness and calmly tapped the window again. That’s not Hedwig, she thought to herself as she got off the bed. I’ve never seen that bird before.

She opened the window as quickly and silently as possible, carefully untying the message while the owl waited with an air of boredom. She gave it a treat from the bowl on her dresser, kept for just such an occasion, but the owl didn’t leave. Hermione looked from the scroll in her hands to the bird. He must be waiting for a reply, she decided. “Wait here,” she whispered. She rushed back to her bed and closed the curtains. She didn’t want to disturb her roommates with her glowing wand.

One whispered charm and unrolled scroll later, Hermione stared in disbelief at the paper in her hands. Her heart was pounding so hard it was a wonder that no one woke up. She quickly reread the message, certain she had misunderstood something.

Hermione,

Forgive the late hour but we were certain that, like us, you would be unable to sleep. Draco told me what has happened. Go back to the statue and follow the signs--we need to talk.

Blaise

The handwriting was strong and decisive, but not too heavy. Hermione’s eyes flickered to the bottom right corner of the paper, where a much bolder hand had printed, “Now, Granger” in impatient strokes. Draco, she thought with a small smile even as she marveled at the note.

“We need to talk?” she repeated. Excitement and dread swirled around inside, fighting for dominance. Meeting with Blaise could only go so many ways, the way she figured it. He might want to discuss her feelings for his boyfriend in a calm, rational way that would ultimately end in a subtle, “I understand, but he’s mine, sweets.” Or, she thought with a grimace, he wanted to confront her and warn her never to touch or kiss or even think about Draco again. And that was assuming that Blaise wasn’t aware of her additional confession of affection towards himself. Nothing in the message gave any indication of what exactly it was that Blaise knew.

But if he did, well, that would be entirely too humiliating to sit through. Hermione didn’t think she could survive an expression of pity from Blaise. Or worse, anger. Merlin, he might even want to simply jeer at her for being fool enough to not only fall in love with them, but admit it as well.

Her hand trembled, involuntarily crushing the paper. No, she decided. She wouldn’t do it. She wouldn’t go and face that--better to stay here and forget.

But something inside rebelled at that. She was a Gryffindor, not a coward. She couldn’t hide in her room forever. It would be better if she went to this meeting with her head held high. She would tell Blaise to his face that he had nothing to worry about, that Draco was safe from her. It would hurt like the devil, but it was far better than staying in her bed and crying any more tears.

Resolutely Hermione emerged from the enclosed bed. She stalked to the moonlit desk, turned the paper over, and wrote, “I’ll be there in a half hour.” She tied it to the owl’s leg and sent it on its way.

Before she gave in to the quiver in her knees and changed her mind.

~*~
“She’s coming.” Draco looked at Blaise. “Are you ready for this?” He was nervous, but Blaise was pale underneath his tan. Blaise kept fingering the fruit in the bowl on the table, bruising the tender flesh.

Blaise locked eyes with Draco. “I have to be, don’t I?”

Draco nodded solemnly. “We will be all right, Blaise.”

Neither boy said anything more, but both wondered silently who Draco was trying to convince, Blaise or himself?

~*~
Hermione had spent years sneaking around Hogwarts, though whether or not she had been a willing participant during those escapades had varied from venture to venture. She had never, however, snuck out twice in the same night to go to the same spot to meet two very different boys. A new record.

Hermione dragged the sleeves of her sweater over her hands and hugged herself. She’d managed to escape Filch’s detection again, which could mean that it was providence coming into play…or she was extraordinarily lucky tonight. Even fewer torches were burning near the statue now, and it was so cold Hermione could see her breath. She clutched her wand tightly in her hand while she rapidly scanned the floor. Blaise had said there would be a trail. Either he had been setting her up for a fall out with Filch or she wasn’t looking in the right places…

Wait. There, in the distance. A little glow in the corridor. If it had been summer, Hermione would have thought it was a small cluster of fireflies. It was, however, October, and the little lights were bright green. When they darted around, dancing around Hermione’s head, they left little green trails behind them. Hermione watched them dance out of reach again to travel down the hall. Here it goes, she thought. She swallowed hard, lifted her head, and followed.

She tried to memorize the twists and turns that she took over the next few minutes, but the theory that everything looked different at night held true in this case. Hermione didn’t recognize any of her surroundings, and she seriously doubted she was going to be able to find her way back to the statue without a guide. She dared no leave any magical markings to help her, afraid that Filch might find them and follow.

At last they came to a nondescript door without any emblems embedded in the wood. With a last flicker, the lights disappeared, leaving Hermione alone with nothing between her and whatever lay within but a single door and her fear. She took several deep breaths, telling herself to remain calm. She could handle just about anything that could possibly happen. She would make it through. All she had to do was remember her pride and her mind. Simple, she thought.

When she reached for the handle, she was amazed to realize that she had almost believed herself for a moment.

What exactly she was expecting, Hermione wasn’t sure. The room beyond the threshold looked normal enough. Still outside the door, she quickly scanned what she could see, noting the tasteful décor. Immediately in front of her were two couches that faced one another over an expensive coffee table. Beyond the couches sat the dominant piece of furniture--the bed. It was large enough to hold six people with plenty of room between them, draped with a green canopy that framed the wood attractively. From what little Hermione could see, the room wasn’t much bigger than a standard flat. Funny, she thought to herself, taking one cautious step forward into the room, she would have assumed the two boys would have lived in opulence.

Tapestries covered almost every square inch of the stone walls, reminding her of a very Slytherin version of the Gryffindor common room. The only thing missing was people. Gryffindor Tower was bursting with them and there didn’t seem to be a single person other than her here. Not even the one who had “invited” her.

Hermione was far enough into the room that the door closed of its own accord. Maybe this wasn’t where she was supposed to go. Hermione’s brow furrowed in confusion. She could have sworn that the light had led her here specifically…

A soft intake of air, a rustle of cloths, sounds so soft that she shouldn’t have been able to hear them, reached her ears. She looked back to the door--and froze.

Skin. Some were darker than others, a rich blend of olive that could only be achieved through a Mediterranean heritage. Some skin was the perfect shade of cream, the kind that made desserts so lick able. The skin wore a sheen of sweat, slightly flushed with the kind of heat that scorched from the inside out.

Blaise was leaning against the wall, his mouth open in a silent moan. One hand had reached up to tangle in the tapestry above his head, accentuating the muscles in his chest and abdomen. The other was buried in Draco’s hair, cupping the scalp while Draco took Blaise’s cock deep in his mouth.

Draco had his back to her, the contours flexing with every downward motion. He was on his knees, the cheeks of his ass so tight Hermione was gripped with the need to cup them in her hands. Warmth suffused her face, and Hermione wasn’t sure if it was from desire or embarrassment.

They had been hidden by the door, she realized belatedly. They had been doing…this…the entire time, and she had blindly walked in. They had planned this. Suddenly the spell that had held her immobile broke. She rushed for the door, intent to get the hell out of there before she was humiliated by any further demonstrations of just how hopeless her feelings were. Cheeks blazing, Hermione grabbed the door handle.

It didn’t budge.

“It won’t open,” Blaise told her huskily. Hermione’s confused eyes met his, trying very hard not to look lower than his collarbone. Couldn’t Draco bloody well stop for a second?! Hermione turned away and faced the opposite wall, her hand still on the handle. “Make it open,” she told Blaise in a hard voice. “You’ve made your point.”

Blaise’s eyes bored into her back, but she refused to turn. “No, I don’t think I have.” He pulled Draco’s head away gently and bent down to kiss him tenderly on the lips before pulling him to his feet. “We need to talk,” he told her.

Her shoulders hunched defensively. “Look, I got the message, ok? Is it really necessary to draw this out? You and Draco are very happy and sexually active together, and I’m an idiot without the sense given a goose,” she bit out bitterly.

Draco chuckled. “Well, most of that was right.”

Hermione had had enough. She whirled around with the intention of giving them an ear-splitting lecture--and accidentally smashed her lips and nose into Blaise’s very bare chest. Mortified, she jerked away. She would have jumped back too if Blaise’s hand hadn’t come up to cup her cheek firmly. Hermione was captivated by the expression on his face.

Hermione had seen that particular expression countless times. She saw it every Valentine’s Day, and every time a boy confessed his love to a girl or vice versa. She had seen it in movies, read about it in books, but had never had it directed at her…until now. His eyes were soft, drinking her in. Blaise rubbed his thumb over her cheekbone gently, his fingertips tangling in her hair. His beautiful mouth had curled into a slight smile. He looked like a man looking at his girl, silently laughing and marveling at his good fortune.

Hermione was fairly certain, with her mouth gaping so wide, that she looked like a landed fish. Surely she wasn’t seeing what she thought she was seeing. Hadn’t they just…? Weren’t they still….? “You don’t even like girls!” she fairly shouted, confusion making her sound angry. She grabbed his hand and held it away from her face.

Blaise chuckled throatily. He changed her defense to his advantage with speedy cunning, bringing her hand to his lips. He pressed a heated kiss there, his violet eyes sparkling at her in amusement. ‘No, I don’t like girls. I like you,” he told her. He flexed his hips significantly, bringing her attention (as if it had ever really left) to his attentive cock. It was still hard and glistening with Draco’s saliva. It seemed to be reaching for her. Hermione looked back into his face with wide-eyes.

Blaise grew serious. “I like you very much,” he said softly. Draco stepped behind him and wrapped a muscled arm around Blaise’s tapered waist. Hermione watched Draco press soft kisses to Blaise’s shoulder, his gray-blue eyes never leaving hers.

Hermione couldn’t seem to speak. What was this all about? What was the real reason she had been invited here? The three of them had never really spoken to each other before today. Well, she and Zabini had never interacted. Draco and Hermione had spoken many, many times, casting all kinds of hexes and insults at one another. Now Draco was standing before her naked as the day he was born, running his hands over his equally bare lover Blaise, watching her like he expected her to reach out and join him.

It was obvious that they intended to make lo-,have s-,well, whatever it was that they did together. Yet Blaise was telling her that he liked her, and she had told Draco that she loved them…Hermione’s eyes narrowed in speculation. Maybe they hadn’t intended to humiliate her, but use her. It made sense. She could practically hear the conversation. “Hey, Blaise, guess what Hermione Granger just told me.” “What, really? Hmmm. Let’s shake things up a little and invite her here. It’s not like she isn’t hot for it anyway. We have fun, and then we send her on her way.”

“No way in bloody hell,” Hermione said succinctly. Draco stopped his activities to raise his head in question. Blaise quirked an eyebrow. Hermione drew her hand away and buried it in the crook of her elbow when she crossed her arms and stepped back. She didn’t want to be cornered, so she moved toward the couch instead. “I appreciate your-” she searched for the right word “-intentions, but I’m not someone who can have casual sex.”

Draco sighed in frustration. “Blaise, we’re fucking this up.” He propped his free hand on his hip and fixed a hard stare at Hermione. “Listen here, Granger. You are going to spend the weekend with us. We’re all going to get to know one another--”

“Think of it as a date that lasts two days,” Blaise interjected.

Draco continued on. “--with nobody around to stick their noses in our business. You’ll eat, sleep, and live here. Simple.” He nodded as if the conversation was closed. Which it certainly was not.

“Why should I? I already told you that I don’t do casual relationships.” Hermione looked from one boy to the other.

“Confound it, you idiot! I’m trying to tell you that we want to be your boyfriends!” Draco bellowed suddenly, striding up to Hermione and poking her with a hard finger to the chest. “Us, together. You, me, and Blaise. Got it?”

Blaise needed to do damage control, and fast! He bumped Draco to the side and jerked his arm down. “Hermione, listen. As absurd as it sounds, Draco and I have…feelings…for you. We want to be with you, but only if you want us to be a threesome. This weekend would be practice, a test run to see what life would be like.” Violet eyes held hers. “If at the end of the weekend you decide that you can’t be with us like that, then we’ll back off.”

Hermione couldn’t believe her ears. “Are you serious?” she asked. They nodded, Blaise much more assuredly than Draco.

It was so tempting. She could spend a whole weekend with the two men that she wanted the most. They would be a couple. Well, a threesome. They even offered her the choice of making it permanent. It was so much more than she had dared to hope for. But… “What about sex?”

“What about it?” Draco asked. Blaise glared, and he sighed. “Fine then. You can keep your damned virginity, but there’s a condition.”

She eyed him with caution. Did he have to be so bloody naked the entire time? It was hard to concentrate with her body reacting like this. She could barely hear him over her pounding heart. “What?”

He cupped Blaise’s ass. “You sleep in our bed…and you have to watch while Blaise and I shag.” He ignored her gasp. “Anytime, anywhere. You keep your clothes and your virtue intact, but you have to hold and kiss us if we want you to.”

Holy dear heavens, he was the devil! Hermione was frankly shocked speechless by the demand. The mental images that sprang up were devastating to her emotional well being. Did they really expect her to agree? By the looks they gave her, it was obvious that they did.

Could she do it? Could she really spend the entire weekend with them and trust them not to take advantage of her? Brown eyes flew from one man to the other. Then again, they had promised to leave her intact. Hermione’s mind flew. She could do it. She could agree to this, hold herself back until she was certain that they were sincere. Surely they would give away their true intentions at the end of the weekend. If Blaise and Draco really did want to be hers, then they would be together. If they didn’t, then she would hide and lick her wounds, secure in the fact that they hadn’t achieved their goal.

She could be with the men she loved…

Slowly, she nodded her head. “Alright. I agree.”

“Show us,” Draco commanded. “Kiss us and show us that you understand what you are getting into.”

They stood so tall and silent, and Hermione couldn’t help but marvel at their raw beauty even as she gulped. This was the moment, she thought to herself. Words no longer counted as much as actions that demonstrated her commitment. She could do this. Hermione looked up into Blaise’s face, her eyes locking with his. Hesitantly, she wet her lips. She slid her trembling hands over his jaw, savoring the contact. Hermione stood on her tiptoes. Blaise held his breath, waiting. He closed his eyes in anticipation, his heart picking up speed. He could feel her get closer, closer…

Hermione’s lips settled on his.

Oh, gods, she tasted so sweet! It was such a tender little meeting of the lips, close-mouthed and soft. Blaise had never felt anything quite like it. He stood there, drinking in the sensations. They went right to his head. He felt drunk. He felt like he could fly. He felt like he could do anything and everything, just so long as she kept kissing him like this. It was everything he’d ever felt with Draco but with Hermione’s special taste added in.

Hermione broke the kiss and drew away. Slowly, Blaise opened his eyes and stared down at her. She looked flushed. For a moment neither moved, and then a little smile lifted the corners of Hermione’s mouth, flickering in and out as though she wasn’t quite sure what to feel.

It was too much. With a groan Blaise wrapped his arms around her and hauled her body up to his. He latched onto her mouth like a drowning man searching for water. He swallowed her squeak of surprise and devoured her mouth without a single ounce of his legendary finesse. It was a wildly passionate kiss intended to incite desire and display one’s own. He pressed her closer until every contour of his naked body fit to hers, his newly revived erection pushing into her belly and rubbing erratically. He stumbled forward until her bum met the back of the couch, lifted her, set her on the edge, and stepped between her pajama clad thighs.

Hermione was making little sounds in her throat that were driving him crazy. She probably didn’t even know that she was doing it, but Blaise was overcome with the urge to rip her clothes off and make her scream. It was so primitive and elemental that Blaise would have done it without a thought to the consequences had Draco not laid a heavy hand on his shoulder. He found himself gently but firmly dragged away from Hermione. Their lips were the last to separate, doing so with a smacking noise that made Blaise growl and reach for her again.

Draco stepped in the way. “My turn,” he declared.

He was on her in seconds. Hermione found herself assaulted by feelings every bit as strong and tumultuous as she had experienced with Blaise. Draco gripped her bum and brought her up hard against his aching cock, rubbing sensuously while his mouth took hers. While Blaise had kissed her like he wanted to imprint her on him, Draco kissed like he wanted to imprint himself on her. He expertly stormed her defenses, sweeping his tongue past her lips and delving inside. His taste flooded her, just as heady as Blaise’s. Hermione spared enough brainpower to wonder if she would ever be able to forget what these two tasted like. Not in her lifetime, a feeble voice answered.

And then she was swept away again.

Blaise was raining kisses on Draco’s back, his arms wrapping around to hug him close. His fingers automatically went to the spot where the mark resided, hidden from Hermione’s eyes. They hadn’t wanted anything to trigger her memory and ruin this weekend for them. They would allow nothing to take this one last chance away!

Draco came up for air. “Gods, Hermione,” he moaned. He swept her hair out of the way and attached his mouth to her neck, sucking hard. Hermione gasped, wrapping her arms around him for balance and arching her back. She stared at Blaise with hooded eyes, who ran his tongue over her fingers. He sucked one into his mouth at the exact moment that Draco pulled her skin into his mouth again. “Ah!” she cried out in rampant pleasure.

Draco tongued the mark he’d left. “Want her,” he told Blaise raggedly. Blaise gripped Draco’s balls and fondled. “Can’t. Promised,” Blaise uttered back. He seemed to have trouble gathering coherent thought. “Have to keep promise.”

What promise? Draco wondered distantly, cupping one breast and relishing in the feel of her arms around him. Blaise was beginning to work his hand over Draco’s cock. Draco rolled one nipple through the shirt, gasping when Hermione suddenly sank her teeth into his shoulder in ardent response. So she was a biter like Blaise. How incredibly sexy. No, no, he had to remember his promise. The one that said she could keep her virginity…and her clothes. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t tempt her, right?

“Too soon,” Blaise grunted in answer to Draco‘s thoughts, sliding his own cock down the crease of Draco’s bum. Draco arched in pleasure even while he acknowledged that Blaise was right. He couldn’t make a promise in one breath and then set about changing her mind the next. He could wait for one day.

Draco drew back, holding her steady so that she wouldn’t fall, but disallowing any other physical contact. His breathing was irregular, but not as much as hers. She looked dazed, her eyes still closed, his mark standing out brilliantly against her skin. Mine. Hermione and Blaise are mine. Nobody else’s.

He wasn’t going to mess that up. Taking a steady breath, Draco pulled her forward until she slid off the couch to stand once more. Blaise swept her up in his arms when her knees wobbled, striding to the bed. Draco followed and got in on his side, meeting Blaise and Hermione in the middle. Hermione didn’t look at either one of them but kept her eyes firmly fixed on the canopy. She fiddled with the sheet. “What’s wrong?” Blaise asked.

Draco wasn’t sure she was going to answer for a long moment. “Are you two…going to…do that now?” Her voice shook just a little. Blaise looked at her in concern. “Do what, baby?” The endearment slipped so easily from Blaise’s lips. Draco rather liked the sound of it rolling over his tongue, soft and familiar.

Hermione was struggling not to die of embarrassment…and more than a little desire. “Are you going to have sex?”

Draco grinned. “Well, I’m hard as a rock and Blaise isn’t much better.” He looked at Blaise teasingly. “What do you think? It might be beneficial.”

Blaise pretended to take a moment and consider. “Yes, the pros definitely outweigh the cons,” he mused. His eyes twinkled while he decided to spare Hermione for now. “However, I think I have a headache. You understand, don’t you, Draco?”

Draco flopped dramatically onto the bed, burying his face in the pillow but careful not to roll onto his uncomfortable erection. “I suppose I can be denied one night,” he grumbled. “Although this is going to shoot my record of non-stop shagging all to hell.”

Blaise lay down on the other side of Hermione. “It’s a sign of how much you love me.”

“I guess,” was the grudging reply, thought Draco had to work to hide his smile. He had Blaise and Hermione in the same bed, and one out of the two was gloriously naked. It wasn’t that bad of a percentage. He was very pleased. In fact, he was do damned happy right now it was disgraceful.

Hermione was obviously relieved and failing miserably at hiding it. Blaise and Draco pretended not to notice while they made quick work of putting out the lights and sliding under the covers. She lay on her back while they were on their sides. It took immense self-control, but both of them managed to wrap Hermione in their arms without trying to shag the daylights out of her. They couldn’t hide their continued erections, however, which poked at her from both sides. There was nothing to do but wait in that respect.

In the darkness they lay silent, each lost in their own thoughts until Hermione shyly whispered, “Good night.”

“Good night, baby,” Draco said, using Blaise’s endearment. He leaned up to kiss Hermione softly, restraining the urge to take it deeper. Blaise didn’t say anything, but rose up and repeated they action. The three settled back in, strangely comfortable, the boys hands linked over Hermione’s belly until they fell asleep.

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Author’s Notes:

I hope you enjoyed the latest installment of Off Limits. I want to take the time to thank everyone for their kind reviews and faithful following of the story. I’m pleased and saddened to announce that I plan on ending the fic within the next chapter or two. On the bright side, we’ll see a lot of lemons from our favorite threesome. On the down side, I’m really gonna miss this story.

As always, people, read and review!