Claim for Life

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Chapter 6

The next two days passed without incident, Draco studied and trained with Blaise to master his Veela skills, while Hermione and Ginny research lust potions and spells. Ginny also managed to raid Hermione’s closet while she was in class and shrunk the rest of her school uniforms, not quite as small as the first day, but close. Hermione chased the laughing redhead out of her dorm when she discovered what had happened.

Hermione was pleased to discover no erotic dreams while under the influence of the potion, but when she slept the second night without it, the dreams came back in full force, vivid images of Blaise dominating Draco filled her sleeping mind. She woke up with a dull ache in between her thighs and quickly dropped her hand down trying to emulate what Blaise did before, but she quickly found herself lacking and was unable to bring herself to orgasm. Slowly her arousal died, but did not disappear completely. She fell back asleep with another dull ache, her heart yearning for the other two pieces that were needed to complete her. Hermione cried herself to sleep that night.

***

Meanwhile, in the dungeons of the castle in the blonde Slytherin’s prefect’s room Blaise was pounding his 9.5 in cock into Draco’s tight asshole while Draco begged for more and begged for something else, something much more important.

“You think you’re ready do you?” Blaise grunted, as he thrust into Draco’s ass relishing the sound of his balls smacking against the pale Seeker.

“I, uhh.. Oh! I AM ready Master.” Draco managed to gasp out.

Blaise leaned down and reached around Draco’s stomach to grasp his neglected cock, he started pumping and Draco gave an animalistic moan before reeling in his emotions. Blaise watched the pale boys beautiful face as he fucked him, gauging Draco’s reactions and progress over the last few days since his training began. Blaise had drilled the basics into Draco, pun intended, before dinner on the first day of classes, and then they had retreated to Draco’s private room after to discuss their plan, which they decided to go ahead with, especially when Blaise found a potion they could lace Hermione’s chocolates with that will cause her to seek them out in her sleep, and the Slytherin’s looked forward to an interesting week coming up. But Draco didn’t want to wait, he could control most of his Veela powers, and he wanted to taste Hermione. Her scent haunted him every minute of every day, he always knew where she was and he was starting to lose composure just from sensory overload. Blaise was aware of this and kept him on a tight leash, but did he trust him enough to not scare Hermione if unleashed now? Blaise considered for a few more minutes before realizing there were more pros to giving Draco his little tryst with their witch than cons, and as long as he was nearby to make sure nothing got out of hand…

“Please, Master, I’ll do anything.” Draco whimpered, and Blaise stopped his thrusting, sheathing his cock to the hilt in Draco’s ass, Draco whimpered some more.

“You’re right Draco, I think you are ready. It will be your final test, if you pass I will consider you my equal as we are meant to be. Fail and your punishment will be severe. Am I understood?” Draco gulped and nodded. Blaise smiled, “When did you have in mind, love?” he purred

“She has rounds tomorrow night, from 10 to midnight, she’s scheduled alone.” Draco offered.

“Alone? That’s no good. No she won’t be alone, we’ll both watch her tomorrow night, too many people are keen on claiming our mate, we must protect what’s ours. Don’t you agree?” Blaise began thrusting into Draco’s ass again, while his hand began pumping Draco’s straining member.

“Yes!” Draco called out.

“Alright Draco, tomorrow night you will prove your worth, to me and to Hermione.” Blaise grunted, thrusting in 3 more times before spilling his seed deep into Draco’s ass. He didn’t pull out until Draco also lost his load to Blaise’s skilled hands.

Blaise brought his cum covered fingers up to his mouth and licked Draco’s essence off of them before muttering, “Delicious” and diving in to claim Draco’s mouth.

They fell asleep, side by side that night dreaming of a day soon where their bond and their souls would be complete.

***

The next morning the two Veela were woken up slightly earlier than usual by an owl tapping on Draco’s window. Draco merely grunted, he waved his hand and the window opened, the owl soaring in and landing on the beside table closest to Blaise.

Blaise opened a bleary eye and reached out and untied the note from the owls leg. Draco tossed the bird an owl treat, before it flapped its wings and exited the still open window. Blaise tore open the note and glanced at it before tossing it to Draco and standing up; searching for his discarded clothing. Draco glanced at the note.

Mr. Zabini,

Could you please stop by my office before you go to breakfast this morning? You may bring Mr. Malfoy if you wish.

Prof. Dumbledore.

PS No need to worry about the password, the gargoyles are charmed to permit your entrance.

Draco looked up at Blaise, “So I assume I’m coming with you?” Blaise runted an affirmation and Draco began getting dressed.

Soon they were on their way to the Headmaster’s Office, Blaise cool and collected, Draco slightly nervous. Blaise raised his eyebrow at the fidgeting form of his mate, “He won’t bite.”

Draco scoffed, “I know that. The Headmaster and I don’t usually see eye to eye though. Do you think he knows what we’re planning? That old codger has eyes everywhere.”

Blaise looked at Draco, “He knows about me being a Veela, and he obviously knows about us. I don’t think he knows about Granger, but it’s bound to be his first question.” He said as they approached the hidden staircase to the Headmaster’s office, the gargoyles stepped aside immediately and the Slytherin’s stepped onto the revolving staircase. When they reached the top Blaise didn’t bother knocking before entering the room as if he owned it.

Professor Dumbledore was sitting at his desk, his eyes twinkling, “Ahh, Mr. Zabini, Mr. Malfoy, thank you for being so prompt. I know neither of you are interested in idle chat so let us cut to the chase, as the muggles say it. You have identified your third.” It was a statement, not a question.

Draco looked up at Blaise, who nodded. “It’s Hermione Granger, Headmaster.”

The twinkle in Dumbledore’s eyes was dancing, “Really? I assume that is the reason you haven’t told her yet?”

Again Blaise nodded, “We’ve begun courting her, though I am quite sure she thinks we may be playing some sort of prank on her. I’ve noticed she has been researching Lust Potions and Spells and their antidotes. I also dropped a book in her bag the other day about Veelas. The spell I placed on it to keep her attention off of it should wear off today, so if she finds it hopefully she will come to us for answers quite soon.”

Dumbledore nodded, “Remember you don’t need to rush things Mr. Zabini, you still have 11 months before you are required to complete process, don’t try to force Miss Granger into this, she must go willingly.”

Blaise smirked, “Don’t worry Professor, when we take her, she will be more than willing.”

Dumbledore nodded and turned to eye Draco, “You have an unusual problem, the two of your and your third. You all hold different positions on the war. Mr. Malfoy, I must ask, for the safety of Miss Granger, are you or do you intend to become a Death Eater?”

Draco shook his head, “Now, no. Before maybe, if only because I had nothing else.”

Dumbledore nodded again and turned to Blaise, “Mr. Zabini you have be steadfastly neutral since I first spoke to you on the matter of your triad, have you had a chance to think about my previous proposal?”

Blaise regarded him levelly, “Yes I have Headmaster, and I have not changed my mind. I am determined to keep my mates out of this war, we will remain neutral.”

Dumbledore sighed, “And Hermione Granger? You will not find it easy to persuade her to stay out of the fight.”

Blaise and Draco straightened, “What do you mean? Because she’s always following Potty around?” Draco asked warily.

“Mr. Malfoy, please refrain from petty insults while in my presence. But yes that is part of it.” Dumbledore responded.

“Part?” Blaise asked.

Dumbledore sat silently for a moment, thinking, before addressing the boy again, “I am going to tell you something that not many know; I assume I can trust you to protect this knowledge as you will protect your third.” He paused, Draco and Blaise shared a concerned glance before turning back to the old wizard, “What do you know of the Order of the Phoenix?” Draco and Blaise shared a startled glance.

Draco was the one who responded, “All I know is that you are in charge of it, and that Order members are at the top of the Dark Lord’s hit list.”

Dumbledore nodded, “Yes that is about the extent of the public knowledge of the Order.”

“Sir, what does this have to do with Hermione?” Blaise asked, not liking this line of conversation.

“Ms. Granger has been a member of the Order of the Phoenix since your fifth year.” Dumbledore stated simply.

The reaction was immediate, Draco snarled and Blaise jumped to his feet glaring at the Headmaster, “Are you telling me you have put our mate in harms way? That you have sent her too fight Death Eaters?”

“Miss Granger is an active member of the Order, though I have not sent her anywhere. Most of the time her, Harry and Ron go without permission.” Dumbledore explained.

Blaise growled and sat down again, fury dancing in his eyes, “Not for long.” He muttered under his breath.

“It was her decision to make. Your mate is quite smart, as I am sure I don’t have to remind you, don’t underestimate her.”

“Is that all you wanted to see us for Headmaster?” Blaise spat, “Because if you are quite finished I would like to get down to breakfast, I can smell her moving about the castle.”

Dumbledore nodded his consent and the two Slytherin’s stood, still glaring. “Remember one more things boys,” Dumbledore said as they turned from him, “Miss Granger holds her friends close, when you situate yourself in her life you cannot separate them, even if you are jealous. You must remember what’s important to your mate.”

Draco sneered, but Blaise merely nodded before turning on the ball of his foot and marching straight to the door of the office, where he turned back to Dumbledore and said coldly, “From this moment on please take into consideration that Hermione is no longer a member of the Order of the Phoenix, Potter and Weasley can find a way to get through their thickheaded plans to thwart the Dark Lord by themselves from now on.” He then turned sharply and strode out of the office, Draco not a step behind.

Draco could feel the rage flowing off Blaise as they headed towards the Great Hall; but the intensity of Blaise’s emotion was no where near the rage Draco was feeling right now. He had heard tales of his father torturing Order Members, he also knew it was so idle tale. How could she be stupid? Getting involved with a society that was the top of Voldemort’s hit list? She was target enough as a muggleborn. Did that girl have a death wish or something?

Blaise did not speak a word as they neared the Great Hall. Draco didn’t mind, he was too busy sniffing the air trying to locate Hermione within the castle. The scent was getting stronger so it was likely she was in the Great Hall. Why was she up so early? Most students wouldn’t be coming down for another 15 or 20 minutes. When they pushed open the door to the hall their eyes immediately swept to the Gryffindor table, landing on a sleepy, frizzy haired brunette, sitting alone and as usual her nose was stuck in a book. She looked up as they entered and caught Blaise’s eyes, a look of hopeless yearning tinged her eyes, but no one seemed to notice but him and Draco. Pain twanged in his heart, as he saw the bags under her eyes and the paleness of her skin, she looked drained and wasted away, he wanted nothing more to run over to that table and scoop her up in his arms and prove to her that her desire was not hopeless and that he wouldn’t ever leave her. The Slytherin’s sat down at their table, facing their weary Gryffindor.

Draco and Blaise shared a look, and nodded before looking back at their witch. It was agreed, there was no way Hermione was going to have anything to do with the Order of the Phoenix. Draco glanced around the Slytherin table, seeing that no one was sitting any where near enough to hear them talking. He casually turned back to Blaise, “So tonight that 10 then,” he stated simply.

Blaise shot him a tense look before he too glanced around the table, before relaxing and nodding, “You remember what you’re allowed to do?” Blaise queried.

Draco nodded, his eyes hungrily devouring the lone girl at their rival table, “Shall we orchestrate it again so Hermione has no choice but to sit with us in Runes today?” he asked with a smirk.

“It’s as good as done,” was Blaise’s cocky response, smirking at his lover, before turning his attention back to the object of his desires.

***

Hermione yawned and turned the page in her book. It was the last of the ones she and Ginny had picked up the other day at the library. Ginny had gone back for a few more, but still nothing they tried seemed to alleviate the symptoms she had been suffering since the start of term. Ginny was starting to accuse her of simply lusting after the boys, but Hermione knew that it went much deeper than that, but she too was starting to lose hope. She closed the book and put her head down on it for a moment groaning, the article had been written and there was only so long they could keep up the lie before Mme. Pince would demand to see a rough draft at least, especially if they kept returning for more books. She hadn’t slept well, she kept waking up crying for reasons she couldn’t fathom. She felt empty and incomplete. She raised her head from the table to glance up at the slowing filling hall, letting her gaze rest on object of her desire, Blaise, and was shocked to see him staring at her, with an unreadable look on his face. Hermione jumped up and sat straight, eyeing the Italian boy who now had an amused glint in his eye and was smirking, but not maliciously. He turned to say something to Draco, who Hermione belatedly realized was also staring at her. Hermione pulled her robe closer around her and looked away from them. She grabbed her bag and replaced the book, trying to take her mind of the eyes that were currently burning holes into the side of her skull. She started fishing around trying to find something else to read that would keep her attention off the two unnervingly sexy men across from her. When Hermione realized what she had just said she shook herself, while mentally berating herself for being so weak. She turned her attention back to her bag and noticed a small red book she didn’t remember putting in her bag. She picked it up and looked at the title The Characteristics and Lifestyles of the Veela and their Mates. Hermione raised her eyebrow. Where did this come from? She stared at the cover for a few seconds, thinking, before brushing it off thinking it must have been mixed in with the books on lust potions and spells. Veelas were, after all, creatures of lust. She opened the book to the first chapter, desperate to have anything to distract her from the avid stares of two particular individuals.

Hermione had only got a few pages in to the book before she looked up when the Great Hall doors opened, admitting her best friends. Harry and Ron were sleepily dragging themselves towards the Gryffindor table, but Ginny made a beeline for Hermione as soon as she saw her sitting alone.

She plopped lightly down beside Hermione, eyeing her pale and sleep deprived features, “You ok? You don’t look so good.” She asked, concerned.

Hermione brushed it off as she returned to the book to her bag, vowing to come back to it later, if only for mere interests sake, “It’s nothing Ginny, I just had trouble sleeping.”

“Did you use the potion?” Ginny asked, as she began filling her plate with eggs and toast.

Hermione shook her head, “I didn’t think of it, “she admitted.

“What? Hermione didn’t think of something? Now there’s a shock.” Ron said sourly as he dropped into a seat across the table from the girls, who both scowled at him. Ron and Hermione still hadn’t gotten over their fight from the first day of term. Hermione hadn’t forgiven him, and Ron was convinced she was dressing like a slut to make him jealous, a revelation that caused everyone to roll their eyes. Harry smacked Ron upside the head and sat down beside him, smiling at Ginny and Hermione.

“Morning ladies” He smiled, the girls returned his greeting with smiles, “So any luck researching what the Bigot Princes of Hogwarts are up to?”

Hermione shook her head, “No, I can’t find anything that matches the symptoms, I’m thinking they may have used some sort of Dark Spell they found in one of Malfoy’s fathers books or something.”

Ginny eyed her friend, with a mischievous look in her eyes, “Yes that’s your theory,” she said innocently.

Harry eyed his girlfriend curiously, with eyebrows raised, “You have another theory, Gin?” he asked, glancing at Ron’s reaction to this line of conversation, he was shifting his glance between Hermione and Ginny suspiciously. Hermione shot a warning look at Ginny, which the redhead chose to ignore.

“I think it might just be natural lust, which is why we can’t get rid of it with a counter spell or potion,” She stated, and Hermione turned bright red, much to Ginny’s delight and Ron’s horror.

“You can’t be serious!” He yelled, causing the Great Hall to go completely silent. Harry, Hermione and Ginny all shot death glances at the irritated and irritable boy.

“Ron! Keep your voice down, you’ve already made a scene this week, don’t make it worse.” Harry whispered urgently. Ron glared at Harry, before returning his glare to Hermione. The Great Hall reached a normal volume again. Blaise and Draco glared at the redhead as they studied the interaction at the Gryffindor table. Ron remained silent as he waited for Hermione to say something.

Hermione gulped as she looked at her friends, “Look, Ginny has been trying to convince me of that for that past day, and I don’t agree,” she shot the younger girl a stern look for playing with fire, “They haven’t done anything since the first day, so who know, their prank may be over.”

“You can’t believe that, Hermione” Ron started, in an angry whisper, “I’ve seen them! Always staring at you like you’re some piece of meat! Stay away from them, nothing good will come from it!”

Hermione glared at Ron, “Listen up Ronald, and listen good, I do not need you to tell me what to do. As I have told you several times, I am not some useless, airhead who cannot take care of herself. I am perfectly capable of dealing with my own affairs, and if I want to go near someone, or date someone, Slytherin or not, you are defiantly not going to be able to stop me,”

“Do you?” Harry asked.

“Do I what?” Hermione snapped.

“Want to date a Slytherin?” He asked cautiously.

“No!” Hermione declared, before grabbing her bag, “Excuse me, I have Runes this morning and I left my book in my room. I’ll see you in Transfiguration.” With that she turned and marched out of the Hall, all eyes on her. Ginny glared her brother who was pulverizing his eggs, before she looked past him to the Slytherin table. Malfoy and Zabini had looks of barely contained rage distorting their faces, and they were staring at the back of Ron’s head as if the glare could harm him. Draco was the first to notice Ginny’s gaze. He looked her straight and the eye and smirked, before turning to Blaise to whisper something. Blaise’s gaze narrowed as he turned to Ginny. Ginny held eye contact with them, shocked at being caught staring, but what shocked her the most was when Blaise slightly inclined his head in acknowledgement before grabbing his bag from the floor, and getting up to leave, Draco right beside him.

Harry was watching Ginny curiously, and turned to see who had caught his girlfriend off guard. He saw her gaze follow Malfoy and Zabini out of the room, before shifting her gaze back to her boyfriend.

“Gin, Hermione’s not keeping something from us is she?” He asked, tentatively.

Ginny shook her head, “Why would she keep something from you guys?”

Harry nodded and accepted her response before turning back to his food, still not convinced, but he trusted both Hermione and Ginny. Ron merely scowled and began inhaling his eggs. When they finished, they packed up their things and split from Ginny, heading to class.

***

When Blaise and Draco exited the Great Hall, the glanced around to see if there were any signs of Hermione, and other than a faint hint of her smell, there was none. Draco turned to Blaise, “So do we seek her out or go wait in the classroom?”

Blaise glanced around for another few moments before responding, “Classroom. If she’s there no one else will be and we can maybe play with her a bit,” he said with a smirk, “And if not we can set it up so she has to sit with us again.”

Draco nodded, and the two turned and headed towards the Ancient Runes classroom.

***

Hermione ran all the way up to her dorm. She didn’t really need to grab any books, she just wanted to get away, from Ron, from Draco and Blaise. Hermione muttered the password and stepped into the common room, colliding with the exiting Head Boy, Anthony Goldstein, and sending her sprawling to the ground.

“Oh, Hermione, sorry I didn’t see you there.” Anthony said as he reached to help Hermione up, eyeing her ample cleavage and long smooth legs. She accepted his outstretched hand, not noticing the direction of his gaze and was pulled to her feet, she started fixing her appearance.

“No need to apologize Anthony, I was as much at fault as you. Are you heading down to breakfast now?” She asked, politely.

Anthony nodded, “I assume that’s where you are coming from? Forgot a book and had to come back?” He asked kindly.

Hermione looked at him for a second before smiling slightly, “Yeah, I didn’t sleep well last night and I just forgot to grab it.”

“Well if you keep having trouble sleeping I have some of the mild sleeping potion my mom always brews. I could give you some if you like.” He offered.

Hermione’s smile brightened, “That would be great, Anthony. Thank you,” she said warmly.

He smiled back before glancing at his watch, “Well I had better get down to breakfast.”

“Oh, yeah, well see you in class.” Hermione responded and began to turn to head to her bedroom when Anthony’s voice stopped her.

“Um, Hermione?” Anthony asked.

Hermione looked at him, “Yes?”

“I was wondering, um, would you like to sit with me in Ancient Runes?” He asked, hopefully.

Hermione smiled, “Sure, Anthony, I’ll meet you there?”

Anthony nodded eagerly. Hermione turned and walked up to her room, unaware that Anthony’s eyes had clouded with lust and stayed glued to her ass until she moved out of his sight. Only then did he turn and make his way to catch the end of breakfast, grinning confidently to himself, he was after the most elusive treasure in Hogwarts, the Virgin of the Tower, and no one else stood a chance. And then there was the bet his housemates had made with him, if he could bed the Gryffindor Golden Girl before Christmas break they would pay him 100 galleons. He lived with the girl for Merlin’s sake, this was going to be a piece of cake! Anthony laughed to himself before hurrying to grab some food so he could join Hermione in the classroom.

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A/N: Review Please, I love reading the words of people who have read mine.

Anyway another chapter, I don't even know where half of this stuff is coming from. I keep writing and things come out. I haven't even finished writing about some of the things I planned 2 days ago, and I have been writing almost non stop. Except for last night, last night I went swimming. I'm only planning a bit ahead at a time, I have no idea how long this is going to be in the end, or how soon I will be able to finish it. Anyway, coming up in the next chapter, Draco gets a taste of Hermione. Does it keep it together or will Blaise have to punish him?