The Prime Princess

Draco stared at Hermione. Her eyes bore a vacant gaze as she smiled coldly to him. He shook her once, then twice but the look on her face didn’t go away. She was far-gone.

A noise behind him drew his attention back to Blaise who was regaining consciousness.
***
It was late morning when Hermione came back to the Common Room and found two slytherins still laying on the floor. She had hoped they would be done with the spell by that time but it seemed these two were too stubborn to actually get along with each other.

Hermione felt compelled to change the course of this. She willed one of her wands to slither into her palm and touched with it Blaise’s forehead. Instantly she was in their world. The scenery had changed. They were in empty Great Hall.

A flash of light flew past her and blasted a block of rock out of the wall behind her. In front of her stood Blaise with a sheepish smile.

“Sorry,” he muttered and turned around again. He was dueling with Draco.

“Oh, men,” hissed Hermione and stomped away from the fire line and went to find some safe place to sit down and glare at them. Another blaze hit a wall, bringing down stone blocks. Draco was shielding himself when Blaise took a shot at him. The whole thing grew old real soon and Hermione wanted to be done with it as soon as possible.

“Could you stop that?!” she shouted but only one misguided curse almost hit her. “Come on! I need you both alive!”

“And why is that?” asked Draco gruffly as he aimed one nasty hex at Blaise. Hermione watched as the hex blew up the Hufflepuff’s and Griffindor’s House tables.

This is not going anywhere, figured Hermione and started to think of some plan.

“Cuz you are Switchers!” yelled Hermione.

“That’s all?!” Draco sounded surprised, “So we are just pawns?”

“No!” screamed Hermione and cursed herself for choosing that way to express their importance to her. “You are much more! Both of you!”

“Then prove it!” growled Draco as Blaise got through his barrier and hit his shoulder pretty bad. Hermione chewed on her lower lip. She had no idea how to prove it, so she just stood up and walk directly between them without a warning. Draco and Blaise were too busy killing each other that they didn’t notice her until it was too late. One bright red flash scorched her chest and another blue one her backside. Falling down with a scream, she ripped herself out of the nightmare.
***
“You are making it only harder for me,” hissed Hermione and slouched down on an armchair. She needed to bring them out of the dream web but couldn’t decide which one was going to be the first. Draco would probably murder Blaise if he were the first. And Blaise… He had turned into a maniacal lovesick… She just didn’t want to go there.

Sipping her strong coffee, she stood up and went to Blaise who had returned to his true form. He looked pained from the torture he experienced in his nightmare.

“I really didn’t want it to go this way,” said Hermione and touched again his forehead with her wand. Golden sparks scattered over his handsome face when blue eyes fluttered open.

“Mione? You’re alive?”

She looked at him and wondered if she should tell the truth about the spell or not. If men just weren’t so territorial…

“Blaise, I need you. Please, I have seen what will happen if you drift away,” she said almost pleading and hugged the Italian. Blaise was quiet and relished the warm body pressing against him.

“What about him?” he asked as Blaise looked over her shoulder at Draco on the floor.

“I need you both and you must understand…”

Blaise ripped himself free from her grasp and stared at her with disbelief.

“This is just…”

“Blaise, please… Just listen. For the sake of all the people in the world,” she tried to make him understand but for once Blaise was dumber than Vincent and Gregory put together. She had no more words left and so she reached for Blaise and kissed him. The real him and not just Draco’s copycat. She felt him respond in earnest and being satisfied with the fire inside him, she tore her lips free.

“I just don’t know if I can handle both of you,” whispered Hermione and felt a slight fear when she thought of waking up Draco.

“I love you,” said Blaise and his puppy eyes reflected the truth in his words. Hermione wished she could say the same. She wanted to but that would have been a lie. She didn’t felt love towards him, not that pure and unconditional feeling. She wasn’t sure what she felt for him and neither was she sure how she felt towards Draco. She only used him to relieve some tension.

“Don’t love me,” mumbled Hermione but pressed a quick kiss on his lips as she got up. She walked to Draco and crouched down besides him. With her wand, she brought him back from the hell he had created for himself.

“Whoa! Mione?” were his first words and then the look on his face changed as he noticed Blaise standing behind Hermione.

“You,” hissed Draco and got up to his feet, “You son of a bitch! I’ll kill you!”

“No!” cried Hermione and tried to get his attention back to her. “Draco! Look at me!”

Draco tore his heated gaze off of Blaise and looked at Hermione who stood in front of him. She no longer wore her costume but the school uniform without the black robe hiding her figure.

“What?” growled Draco and tried to hold his anger.

“If you two get along for one day…”

“Is this a competition or something?” asked Draco.

“You can take it as a bet also. So, if you get along for one day, then… you can have me for one night,” said Hermione challenging him but in the back of her mind she figured that this was the stupidest way to get those two together without a double homicide.

Draco and Blaise fell silent as they stared at her.

“Riiight, so, who gets you first?” asked Draco suddenly. Hermione hadn’t figured he’d actually go that far.

“Um, well. I thought of a threesome,” she confessed and really started to regret that oh so fucking stupid idea.

“Interesting,” murmured Blaise and stepped closer to Hermione to slither one finger up her arm and rest his hand on her shoulder. Suddenly Hermione realized that the two weren’t about to kill each other.

“Argh, I said one day, not one minute,” growled Hermione as she started to sense them on the edges of her mind. The link was starting to be re-established again and that scared her a bit.

“Just one day, and then you are…” said Blaise and looked at Draco, “…ours.”

“Did you planned this?” asked Hermione in disbelief.

“We are slytherin after all,” said Draco with a smirk as he held the eye contact with Blaise. There was a conversation between them without words and Hermione felt left out.

“We have Transfiguration for the first class,” snapped Hermione.

“Of course we have,” purred Draco and blinked at Blaise who was suddenly so much more relaxed than before.

“This is a dream, isn’t it?” asked Hermione and looked at two slytherins grinning at her.

“What gave it away?”

“This is not possible. I have control…”

“No, you don’t,” said Blaise, “That spell won’t let anyone out of the dream web before the issues aren’t solved.”

“And when are they solved?” asked Hermione.

“When that one day is over,” answered Draco, “But we can jump to the goodies right now.”

“Oh,” was all she could say and reminded herself that this was still a dream. Nothing was real but she still couldn’t be sure about that.