Claim for Life

Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, and I am making no money from writing fans. Its by a fan for fans, so enoy.

Now, on with the story
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Chapter 7

Hermione sighed as she placed her quill down and closed her book. It was that night and she was in the library, finishing up the last of the homework that had been assigned to date. The library was practically deserted, Mme. Pince and the Head Girl being the only ones interested in staying out so late. But it was now nearly 10, and the library would soon be closing, and not to mention Hermione had rounds soon. Hermione packed up her books, parchment, quills and ink and made her way out of the library, stopping to say goodnight to Mme. Pince.

It had been a long day, and she was exhausted. Things only seemed to go downhill again once she reached the Runes classroom.

Flashback

Hermione walked into the Runes class. She had calmed down a bit from breakfast and was looking forward to sitting through class with someone who wasn’t going to pester or distract her for the entire period. She glanced around the room, judging what the best seats were. She noticed that the seat next to Blaise was empty. She looked at him and immediately got caught up in his intense gaze, his eyes were glowing but Hermione didn’t really register that fact, she was enthralled. Happiness seemed to flood through her body and an ache developed between her legs. She took a breath and was inundated with his delicious scent, along with the other that had assaulted her sense so much in Arithmancy. She started to walk towards him, unaware that she was moving.

That was when Anthony made his appearance, sneaking up behind her he hooked his arm through hers causing her to jump back into reality, and into the air. She turned to face him and missed the looks out outrage Blaise and Draco were giving the Head Boy. Anthony did not miss the looks however, and stored the information in his mind to examine later. For now he would keep his eyes on those two.

“Oh! Anthony, you scared me, don’t do that!” She scolded.

Anthony returned his gaze to the Head Girl, “Where’s the fun in that?” he flirted, causing Hermione to blush. He propelled her towards two open seats with his arm, then unhooked his arm to hold out the chair for a still blushing Hermione. He smiled at her as he sat down and when she turned her face from him he turned to smirk at one of his housemates who was in on the bet. Blaise and Draco who were being even more observant that Anthony swore to himself to be, didn’t miss the look. That’s when Draco lost it.

“Looks like the little mudblood has got herself a boyfriend. Tell me Granger does he do it for you, or are you just tired of being the Virgin of the Tower” Draco sneered. There was a collective gasp from the room. Blaise gave a low growl and glared at Draco, who openly blanched, from the look and from realization. He looked back at Hermione, she looked broken. Tears were welling up in her eyes. She hadn’t heard that word since the previous school year, and it crushed her to hear it. Anthony was on his feet.

“50 points from Slytherin for disrespecting the Head Girl, and detention, with Filch if I can wrangle it.” Anthony barked.

Draco’s gaze harden as it turned to Anthony. He sneered once again, “Or maybe you’re the one orchestrating this, Goldstein, you are one of the school’s most notorious cherry stealers.” Hermione was shocked at what was transpiring. She had seen the look in Draco’s eye, the regret that swam in the depths of those stormy eyes, and she had melted just a bit. But then Anthony had stepped up and taken points off, and Draco’s gaze had turned to steel as he looked upon the Ravenclaw. This was going way too far. But before she could interrupt and try to calm their tempers the bell rang and their professor bustled into the room and began the lesson. class Draco and Blaise conintued to glare daggers at Anthony, who glared right back. The Slytherin’s expressions only softened when Hermione turned to glance at them, with an almost apologetic look on her face.

Hermione was also very annoyed to find out that Anthony was constantly sending her little notes that had nothing to do with the subject matter, so she ignored them. Anthony wasn’t too happy about that, and told her so, in another note. Finally she wrote back telling him she didn’t agree to sit with him so he could distract her for the entire class, and to please let her pay attention. When Anthony read the note his face changed from the big goofy grin that had appeared when she had started to scribble her message on the parchment, to a tight lipped scowl. He glared at Hermione accusingly, then turned to the teacher and promptly forgot the Head Girl’s existence for the rest of class. Hermione was annoyed and thought back to what Draco had called Anthony, the most notorious cherry stealer in Hogwarts? Hermione covertly examine the Head Boy as she continued to take notes. Is that really why he was being so nice to her, or was Malfoy just being malicious as usual. Either way it didn’t matter, she really had no interest in the Ravenclaw as anything more than a friend. Hermione sighed mentally, how did things get so complicated?

End Flashback

Hermione trudged up to the Head Dorms to drop off her books before rounds. Hopefully nothing happened so she could finish early and get to bed. Things didn’t get much better after Runes either. Ron was still bitter during Transfiguration and kept making snide comments whenever Hermione said anything, which ended up landing him a detention with Professor MacGonagall. Of course he also decided to blame that on Hermione. He hadn’t spoken to her for the rest of the day, and Harry kept giving Hermione apologetic glances for their friend’s behavior. After class she had secluded herself in the library and worked on homework, she even missed dinner, not wanting to face Ron again, or the lewd stares that followed her whenever she entered the packed room. She really wished Ginny would give her the spell to change her clothes back, she didn’t mind the length or tightness anymore but she couldn’t stand the reactions of the male population of the school, drooling like Pavlov’s dogs. It was disgusting. When Hermione reached the entrance to the Head Dorms she gave the password clearly and entered, not seeing the two dark shadows watching from not too far away.

***
Earlier that Day

After Runes had ended Blaise and Draco immediately tracked down the Ravenclaw Anthony had shared that look with in class and threatened him until he told them about the bet, and how Draco’s assumption of Anthony’s intentions were correct. The Ravenclaw cowered at the sight of the rage building in the eyes and started to think he may have been better off not telling these Slytherin’s the truth. He whimpered as Blaise raised his wand before muttering, “Oblivate” and the next thing he knew he was sitting in History of Magic without a clue as to how he got there.

After that Blaise grabbed Draco’s arm and dragged him all the way to the Room of Requirement, not caring that they were suppose to be in Herbology now. After a quick search to make sure they were alone he paced in front of wall and the door to their bondage room. Draco didn’t even try to fight, he knew what was coming, he knew he screwed up, and if he still wanted to taste their witch that night he had to last through whatever Blaise threw at him. Blaise quickly locked and warded the room before muttering a spell to divest Draco of his clothes. Draco looked into Blaise’s deceptively calm face. His eyes were the only thing that gave away his anger.

Blaise waved one of his hands and chairs appeared, stringing Draco up like a marionette, before turning to the wall on the right. He spent a few minutes perusing the whips before he selected one with nine lashes. He turned back to Draco who was waiting resignedly. Blaise walked up to Draco, who left the air get caught in his throat, Blaise stared into his eyes for a full minute before moving or speaking.

“What did I say about that word Draco?” Blaise demanded, quietly but deathly firm.

“Never to use it, Master” Draco responded humbly; Blaise nodded, scrutinizing the blonde’s pale face.

“You saw the pain in her eyes, the hurt,” Blaise hissed, “You felt her sadness too, didn’t you?” Draco nodded. “We cannot win her if we hurt her Draco.” Blaise purred, reaching down to cup Draco’s balls and stroke his hardening erection, “but I am sorry love, I am going to have to hurt you now,” he cooed, again Draco merely nodded, “10 lashes, count them!” Blaise demanded before pulling away from the helpless boy and stepping behind him and raising the whip and bring it down hard on Draco’s back. Draco cried out the number and Blaise kept going, waiting only a few second between each lash, watching the blood well up on his lovers back. When he finished Draco was sobbing. Blaise discarded the whip and moved back into Draco’s line of sight. He studied Draco’s pale face; the lines of tears that streamed out of his stormy eyes, his lips swollen from biting them during the whipping, his platinum hair disheveled and falling into his face. He looked like a fallen angel. Blaise suddenly wrapped his hand around Draco’s neck and pulled him in, thrusting his tongue into Draco’s mouth and exploring every cavity of it until he was satisfied.

“Are you going to apologize to our witch, love?” The question was more of a command. Draco looked Blaise steadily in the eyes before nodding. Blaise stepped back and turned from Draco, looking at the left hand wall. He glanced at Draco and waved his arms, the chains turning so Draco could no longer see him. Draco concentrated on his hearing, trying to decipher what Blaise was doing. He heard him walk to the other side of the room and pick up something, but what? Draco tried to remember all of the things that those shelves held and was brought out of the memory by the touch of Blaise’s hand on his shoulder. Blaise leaned in and nibbled on Draco’s ear before whispering, “I’m going to heal the worst of these welts, but I will leave some. Apparently, you need reminders of your orders. But first…”

Blaise waved his hand in front of Draco and a cold metal table appeared, and with another wave of his hand Draco was leaning over the table, tied down, with his legs as spread as they could go. He whimpered at the feeling of the cold metal on his fair skin. The whimpers turned to moans as Blaise started caressing his ass. Blaise spread Draco’s ass cheeks and pressed one of his fingers into the tight hole, wiggling it around. He pulled out slightly and added a second finger. Scissoring his fingers, stretching his ass, things Draco was used to, things that he came to expect before Blaise pummeled his ass, so he was slightly surprised when a large, blunt object, that was obviously not Blaise’s cock, was pressed up against his asshole.

He squirmed for a second, before gaining the courage to speak, “Master?” He communicated his confusion and worry in that one word.

Blaise smiled, “Remember what I said about reminders Draco? This is another.” Blaise began to push the foreign object into Draco’s rectum, “It’s a butt plug love, you’re going to wear this for the rest of the day, and maybe for the entire day tomorrow. It all depends on how you act tonight with Hermione, and if both she and I accept your apology to her,” he explained, inching it further into Draco’s ass. Draco was trying not to squirm. It was one thing to have a throbbing cock in his ass, but this rubber shaft Blaise was forcing into him was huge! How the hell was he going to be able to walk properly with this thing?

Blaise laughed as he picked up on the thoughts running through Draco’s head, and simply stated, “Very carefully.” Before giving the plug one last push, lodging it firmly in Draco’s ass. Blaise waved, and the chains and table holding Draco up disappeared and he fell to his knees. Blaise looked down at the trembling boy. “Turn around,” he commanded, Draco obey immediately. Blaise quickly undid his pants and pulled his raging erection out. “Suck it.” Draco was swallowing his cock before the words had even died on his lips. Blaise let his head roll back and allowed himself to moan as Draco caressed his cock with his tongue and caressed his balls with delicate hands. He felt himself coming close to climax and stopped Draco, who looked distinctly disappointed. “Stand up and go lay down face down on the bed!” he ordered, Draco was very prompt in following, waddling a bit as he adjusted to having something stuck deep in his ass. Blaise approached the bed slowly, admiring the way the red welts stood out again the pale skin that glowed on the sea of black satin on the bed. He stripped and kneeled on the bed and brought his mouth down on of the wounds, laving it with his tongue and swallowing any blood. He worked on the blonde’s back for another hour, pouring his energy into Draco, and healing most of the marks he had left. When he was done he flipped Draco over effortlessly and pulled him in for a devouring kiss while covering the pale body with his own golden form. He ravished Draco’s mouth for several minutes, positioning himself so he cock stroked against Draco’s causing them both to moan into the others mouth. When he finally pulled back he gazed at Draco lustfully, before turning his body around and taking Draco into his mouth, while his own pulsating member hung above Draco’s face. It didn’t take the Slytherin prefect long on the uptake, and soon they were both grunting and thrusting gently into the others mouth and a race to get the other off first. Draco was the first to empty is load into his lovers mouth, Blaise following not 10 seconds after. As soon as he had cum, Blaise turned himself around again and caught Draco in another searing kiss, letting their tongues mix together an elixir of both their fluids. When they finished kissing Draco was hard again.

Blaise just smirked and pulled away, as Draco moan at the loss, grabbed his clothes, and looked at his discarded watch. It was later than he though, it was halfway through lunch, “Get up and get dressed, we have to go down to lunch. I will not have my mates missing meals, especially after punishments.”

Draco slowly got up out of the bed and retrieved his clothes which were piled in a corner of the room, the same place they always went when Blaise vanished them, and began to pull them on. Movement was definitely awkward, and Draco soon realized that if he moved a certain way the plug would hit is prostate just the right way and send waves of pleasure through his boys. Dear gods! This was going to be the most awkward day of his life, Draco moaned as he finished dressing. Blaise stood by the entrance watching the pale boy, amused.

Draco turned to Blaise, “So how are we going to explain missing Herbology?” he asked.

“Simple: Veela Issues. They won’t ask any further.” Blaise stated simply, “Now come, you can’t be acting as if your tip toeing through a garden, now move it!” Draco started to protest, but Blaise cut him off, “I could have done a lot worse for your punishment Draco, don’t try to get out of this. If you are good today I will remove it tonight.” Blaise stared Draco down, before smirking, “And who knows, maybe after today you’ll want the butt plug for whenever I can’t be thrusting into your tight ass.”

“Not bloody likely,” Draco muttered, which only caused Blaise to smirk further as the two left the room and headed for the Great Hall, Draco doing his best to keep a straight face as a flood of sensations filled his body as they walked.

They were almost in the Great Hall when they found their path blocked by a small, be-freckled red head. Blaise and Draco both eyed Ginny warily, “What do you want Weaselette?” Draco asked. Ginny shot him a glare.

“I want to know what you’re doing to Hermione.” Ginny cut straight to it.

“And what makes you think we’re doing anything to Granger?” Blaise asked, causing Ginny to laugh.

“Everyone knows you two haven’t stopped staring at her since the term started. Then there was your little interlude with her in the library, Zabini. You’ve obviously used some sort of potion or spell on her, so I suggest you tell me right now because if you hurt her you will have more than me to deal with, and the end result will not be pretty.” Ginny snarled.

Draco and Blaise shared a look, their eyebrows raised, “Listen Weaselette,” Blaise reasoned, “If you’re worried about Granger’s honor I think you should be threatening Goldstein, not us, he’s the one who’s set to receive 100 galleons for being the first to get at the Head Girl. We haven’t done anything to Granger to make her want us unnaturally. Either someone else spiked her pumpkin juice as a prank or she wants us and doesn’t want to admit it.” Blaise replied smoothly.

Ginny eyed Blaise curiously, “Goldstein?” she asked.

“Ask any Ravenclaw, I’m sure a girl like you wouldn’t have any problems getting them to fess up to the Head Boy’s nefarious plans.” Draco spit out.

Ginny narrowed her eyes and glared, “Then answer this, why are you always staring at Hermione?” Ginny demanded.

“Listen Red, we don’t have to answer to you, or anyone else, so why don’t you go about your own business and save your friend from the real predator here.” Draco sneered as he and Blaise dodged around the 6th year and made their way into the Great Hall. Draco’s face scrunched up with an strange mix of emotions as Ginny bumped him as he made his way around her.

That was interesting, Ginny though as she watched them leave, well there was definitely something going on here, she thought to herself with a smirk, before taking off to find Luna Lovegood to find out the truth about the Head Boy, the girl was loopy but she knew her gossip. She would talk to Hermione later, when she had the facts.

***

Draco received an owl at lunch with the details concerning his detention. It was with Filch, 7-9 that evening. Draco groaned, this day was defiantly not turning out well. He passed the note to Blaise who crumpled it and tossed it back to Draco. They both shot death glares at the Head Boy who was smiling smugly at them from the Ravenclaw table.

The rest of the day dragged for Draco. Not only did he have a good thing to look forward to that night, his first taste of the last part of his soul, but he also had the detention with Filch, and no matter how much he begged Blaise in private he refused to remove the butt plug.

Detention was merely annoying, Filch had him oiling the old torture chains in the unused parts of the dungeons, lamenting on the good old days when they got regular use. Draco shuddered at the thought of the dirty caretaker chaining him up to these filthy walls. Now if it was Blaise doing the chaining, and these walls were properly scrubbed, then it might be a different story, or even better, if Hermione was the one strung up on the walls with both him and Blaise teasing her body until her begged for them both. Draco felt himself harden and wiggled a bit to relieve some of the tension, momentarily forgetting about the plug, which brushed up against his prostate, sending more jolts of pleasure through his body. Luckily he was able to keep the moan from leaving his throat; Filch was already eyeing him curiously as it was. Draco focused back on his task, willing the clock to speed up its torturous crawl.

When Filch dismissed his, Draco all but ran back to his dorm where Blaise was waiting, he didn’t even bother to block out the sensations the plug evoked inside his body. He needed to cum.

Blaise was looking at him knowingly, and glanced at the clock before turning to Draco and barking out “Strip!”

Draco tore at his clothes, hoping for Blaise to relieve him quickly. But Blaise did not move forward, no he stepped back and sat in the plush chair near the window, leisurely examining Draco’s needy body. He smiled when Draco whimpered.

“Go lay down on your bed, I want to see you bring yourself off.” Blaise stated as he settled himself into the chair, his eyes avidly set on Draco. Draco moaned and brought his hand around to grasp is erection, pumping and squeezing it, letting himself get lost in the pleasure of his hand as Blaise watched, a grin on his face. Pleasure colored Draco’s face as he felt himself near the edge.

“Don’t hold back, love,” Blaise purred. Draco shuddered upon hearing Blaise’s husky voice, his body overcome with orgasm, cum spraying all over Draco’s hand and stomach. Draco closed his eyes and let his body relax. The sensation of something wet surrounding his fingers, he opened his eyes to see Blaise licking his seed from his fingers. He grinned up at Draco and pulled back, glancing up at the clock once again, “Clean yourself up, love, and get dressed. We have an engagement to keep”

“Master, could you…” Draco started, but Blaise cut him off.

“Maybe later, right now we have to go watch over our mate.” Blaise barked.

Draco grabbed his wand and after a few quickly muttered spells he was ready to go. Blaise looked him over before nodding and leading the way out of the dungeons and up to the Head Dorms. They arrived a few minutes early, and hid in the shadows. After a few minutes they smelt Hermione approaching. Blaise growled and muttered, “Why wasn’t she in her dorm?”

“She was probably in the library.” Draco responded, glancing down the hall in direction of the library, and a few seconds later Hermione walked around the corner, deep in thought. Blaise shook his head, they were never going to be able to let her by herself, she was way to trusting. She didn’t even look around before giving the password. Blaise and Draco filed the password away in their memory for use later. They waited anxiously for her to leave again.

***

Hermione stepped out of her bedroom and into the common room, looking up at the clock on the wall. It was 10, time for rounds. She glanced around the common room. Good, she thought, no sign of Anthony. She still wasn’t too sure about, and she wasn’t in the mood to deal with him just yet. She slipped her wand into the leg pocket of her cargo jeans. It was late, and she didn’t want to be wandering around in a skirt. She had pinned her Head Girl badge to the red baby doll tee she had grabbed out of her closet. She also decided for forego her work robes, it was still early enough in the year that it was warm enough to go without. She walked to the door, thinking longingly of the sofa by the fire, a cup of tea and a good book. She sighed, before pushing open the portrait and stepping out into the hall.

The next hour and a half passed uneventfully. Hermione was reaching the end of her rounds and looking forward to getting back to her room early and catching some sleep. She hadn’t even heard a whisper of anything out of place, too early in the term, she assumed, though she did sometimes get a feeling of being watched, but no matter where she looked, there was no one. She shrugged off the feeling thinking it was probably a ghost passing by.

She was two hallways away from her room when she found herself slammed up against a wall, strong arms holding her hands against the wall at eye lever and a pair of soft lips searing into her mouth. Her nose filled with the scent of vanilla, mint and hazelnut filled her nose. The thought of resisting the kiss didn’t even enter her mind. A moan escaped her lips as she felt a hot tongue run along her lip and she opened her mouth at the silent request. The tongue didn’t remain on her lips long, plunging deep into her mouth, exploring every nook, drinking in her essence.

The hands clasping Hermione’s loosen their grip and slipped down to caress her body, trailing down her sides lightly, one resting on her hip before it wrapped around her body to cup and squeeze her firm ass. The other arm drifted down before coming back up to tease her nipples through shirt. They were hard before he ever got there, causing him to smirk into the kiss. Hermione unconsciously lifted her arms to wrap around her unknown assailants neck, curling her fingers in his fine silken hair, and pulled him closer to her. Hermione relished the feel of his hard body against hers and felt his large arousal pressing into her stomach. She wriggled her body closer, grinning as she heard him moan. She took another breath through her nose, catching the faint scent of Blaise in the air. She knew she was wet, and the dull ache had started once again between her thighs. She opened her eyes to try and look at the man evoking these feeling in her body, but her vision was blurry and no matter how she tried, she couldn’t focus, she closed her eyes again and got lost into the sensations once more.

Draco was in heaven. Not only was the taste of his mate the most amazing thing he had ever tasted, but she had moaned for his and she was most definitely wet. He tore his lips away from her lips and attached them to the underside of her chin, kissing along her jaw line and up to her ear. He licked her ear lobe before nibbling it gently. “I’m sorry” he breathed into her ear before latching his mouth onto her neck and biting gently before soothing the area with his tongue. One hand worked its way under her shirt and unhooked her bra, pushing it aside so he could roll her bare nipples between his fingers, while the other pulled Hermione closer.

That’s when Hermione began to realize what was happening to her. She stopped kissing him back and tried to push him away so she could look at him. Draco felt her guard go up and quickly sank his teeth into her skin, a small dose of venom spurting into her blood stream. She swooned immediately. He raised his lips back up to her ear, “You’ll know soon enough, have patience, love.” He claimed her mouth one last time; Hermione could taste her blood on his mouth, and then he was gone. She opened her eyes but the hall way empty. She stumbled away from the wall and glanced down at her watch. It was midnight, her rounds were officially over. She pulled her wand out of her pocket and stumbled back to her dorm. The portrait eyed her curiously and asked if she need any assistance, but Hermione brushed off the matron’s concerns and pushed into the common room. It was deserted. Hermione ran up to her room and locked the door. She stumbled into her bathroom and looked at her reflection.

For the second time in a week she looked like she had been thoroughly snogged, and she didn’t even know who with the second time! She examined the bite mark on her neck, and she could see the punctures where his teeth had broke the skin. She pulled out her wand and placed a healing charm on it and the holes closed, though the surrounding area was still red and sore. She was definitely going to kill Ginny, these wardrobe changes were causing too many problems, though deep down she was secretly thrilled. She knew she recognized his voice, but she couldn’t place it, it definitely wasn’t a Gryffindor, or the Head Boy. Where had she heard that voice before? And that scent! It wasn’t Blaise, but as equally arousing, and Hermione was shocked when she realized that the encounter hadn’t gone as far as she would have liked it to. She blushed and began to berate herself as she pulled her clothes off and her pajamas on, once again noticing the dull ache between her thighs. She moaned and made her way to her bed. She would deal with this tomorrow. She’d talk to Ginny, explain what happened and get her clothes put right. And from now she would never walk her rounds without her wand out and ready to use.

She walked back to her bedroom and settled down on the crimson silk sheets. She let mind drift back to the kiss, and in her minds eye she let a shape take form, as he kissed her in her memory. His tall, muscled body, toned from sports, his fierce eyes boring into her soul and forcing her to admit she wanted him, though she fought to deny it. The man in her mind had pale, alabaster skin, and hair so light it was practically white.

Hermione sat up with a start as she realized it was Draco Malfoy that she was seeing in her minds eye. It couldn’t be, she thought as her mind drifted back to the husky voice that had apologized into her ear. The memory caused chills to creep up her spine once again. She closed her eyes again and there was Malfoy still, smirking down at her knowingly, and standing over his shoulder, a few feet back was Blaise, grinning at the two, lust evident on his face. Her eyes flew open.

“This is too weird,” she muttered to herself before climbing out of bed to her dresser where she had placed the left over bottles of dreamless sleep potion. She knew she shouldn’t use it too much, it had a tendency to be addictive if used too often, but she knew there was no way she would get a peaceful sleep this night without it. She broke the wax seal, popped the cork and tossed back the potion before returning to curl up in her bed. The last image she saw in her minds eye before falling asleep was the faces of Draco Malfoy and Blaise Zabini smiling benevolently down at her.

***

Blaise and Draco’s reality was not so calm and relaxing. Draco cried out as the whip lashed across his back for the 23rd time since they entered the Room of Requirement, he was hanging from the ceiling once again.

“So Draco, where did you go wrong?” Blaise asked harshly.

Draco was sobbing, “I…*sob*.. went too fast,” he gasped out.

Blaise brought down the whip again, “Right you are, and you could have ruined everything.” The whip bit into Draco once again, “I’m very disappointed in you Draco.” He said, raising the whip one last time, before bringing it down one Draco’s back.

Blaise stood and regarded Draco for a moment, “I was planning a big reward for you tonight Draco, but you have obviously shown you’re not ready for it yet.”

Draco whimpered as Blaise waved his arms and the chains disappeared. Blaise then levitated Draco over to the bed. He pulled out his wand and muttered a few healing spells, not having the energy to heal them himself. Draco was laying limply on the bed, his head turned towards his lover. Blaise stripped his clothes and climbed into the bed and wrapped his arms around the exhausted blonde.

“I got a note from Honeydukes while you were in detention. The gift baskets will be delivered to your room tomorrow after classes. Is the potion ready?” Blaise’s voice was calm and soothing.

Draco nodded, “We just need to add our blood,” his voice faint, his eyelids struggling to remain open.

Blaise regarded his pale counterpart for a few moments, before whispering, “I’m sorry”

Draco looked up started, “Wha…?”

“Shhhh, Draco. I took things too far tonight. I’m so sorry, love. Sleep now though, we’ll talk more tomorrow.” Blaise cooed.

Draco smiled weakly and sighed, letting his eyes close and his body relax into slumber. Blaise stayed awake for a while longer, observing his beautiful mate. and sighed, letting his eyes close and his body relax into slumber. Blaise stayed awake for a while longer, observing his beautiful mate. He was hardly more in control of his emotions than Draco was, and let his anger get the best of him.

Draco moaned in his sleep, his eye brows knitting slightly, and his lips set into a small pout. He looked so innocent, so childlike. He leaned in and softly kissed Draco’s lips, tasting the faint reminder of Hermione on them.

Tomorrow he would set things right with Draco, and tomorrow they would make their next move in capturing Hermione. Blaise fell asleep that night dreaming of when he would finally be complete and Hermione would also be there by his side.


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A/N: Review, Review, Review. Thanks to everyone who has left their messages for me. Every time I read one of them I am encouraged to write more. You're all making this a worthwhile experience for me.

Still on the roll, just slowling down a tab. Trying to get the story progressing. I am still going to continue updating as soon as I finish the chapters, but as time progresses if that becomes less than everyday please don't get angry, I just haven't had much of a life the last few days, and its way too hot to do anything else. It was about 51 C today with the humidity. Thats fucking crazy.

Anyway Hermione's going to figure it all out soon, so stay tuned to see how she reacts. Also in the next chapter, Ginny tells Hermione of Anthony's bet.

Oh, and because I'm greedy, even if I finish the next chapter really fast, I'm not going to post it until I have at least 60 reviews. I'm a greedy bitch, I know, I'm sorry, deal with it. :P