Winner Takes All

FRIDAY (1/1)


Draco watched Blaise and Hermione during dinner, a scowl on his handsome face as he noticed the affectionate smiles they were trading as well as the desire-filled glances they’d been exchanging all day. He didn’t know what had happened, but something had changed. The awareness between them was much more noticeable, even Potty and Weasel were giving Hermione contemplative looks since they’d caught her smiling at Blaise across the hall during breakfast.


He was conflicted. In a way, he was glad that his best friend was getting closer to their witch, but he was also more jealous than he’d ever imagined. It was just two days ago that she’d kissed him, straddling his lap and giving him the snog of his life. He’d been hard and ready to take her on the sofa, but he’d held back, knowing somehow that she wasn’t ready. He’d thought she wanted him, had seen the arousal in her eyes, had spent most of yesterday teasing her in a playful way that felt promising, as if there might be a chance for them to have a relationship, as if she could leave the past in the past and grow to care about him.


Then, this morning, she’d looked at Blaise and blushed slightly, her tongue wetting her lips before she’d smiled shyly, and Draco had felt as if someone had hexed him horribly. Jealousy had spread over him instantly, white hot jealousy that had caused his hands to tighten into fists and anger and envy to consume him. He’d been sharp with Blaise, leaving the table and going outside to throw stones to release his aggression, knowing that he couldn‘t jeopardize his relationship with Blaise by acting like a resentful bastard. They had a deal and he planned to uphold his end, no matter how heartbreaking it was to consider that he might lose them both.


He had spent the remainder of the day to himself, lost in thought, ignoring Blaise’s attempts to instigate conversations. Polite but curt, not wanting to break down and admit how much he cared about them both and how envious he was for being left out of what had happened. By dinner, he had decided that it wasn’t over yet. Hermione had given him a concerned look, approaching him before they’d entered the Hall and asking him to patrol with her that night. The look in her eyes had given him hope, that mixture of lust and affection, the two sharing an unspoken moment just as they had a few nights ago.


When the temptation to kiss her had become impossible to ignore, he’d given her a brief smile and made arrangements to meet her for patrol and then walked into the Hall, needing to get away before he did something rash and foolish. During the meal, he had finally started talking to Blaise, feeling a bit more confident now that he knew he still had a chance with Hermione. He wasn’t sure what had happened the night before, but it obviously hadn’t put an end to her lust and need for him. It wasn’t love, but it was a place to start. When she looked at him, he saw possibility in her eyes, a chance for a future, a chance for happiness.


If he hoped to have Hermione, he had to become more proactive. That meant this evening, during patrol, he had to quit holding back. The seduction had been very slow, teasing and playful, testing her to see what was comfortable. He didn’t want to scare her, didn’t want to risk driving her away by coming on too strong before she was ready, but Draco knew he had to make a move before he lost any possibility of having her in his life. It wasn’t that he wanted to best Blaise, his normal instinct to win second when it came to his relationship with his best friend, he just didn’t want to lose Blaise and Hermione.


Hermione was a passionate woman, feisty and argumentative and hot blooded. He had always believed that she would be a wildcat in private, a perfect balance of passion and intelligence. She was untamed in so many ways, though she projected an image of the studious and brainy witch without letting anyone really know who she truly was beneath that façade. He admired her gentle nature, her patience with those morons she called friends, her keen mind, her curiosity, her need to always ask questions and find out the answers, her devotion to those she loved, and the way she would do anything for those she cared about.


He had seen the real Hermione during the last few months, seen glimpses of the wicked vixen beneath her quiet exterior, the fire inside that she rarely let out, the loss of control that had her straddling him and kissing him so eagerly. All he had to do was tempt her to feel instead of think. If she gave in to her desire, acknowledged that she wanted him physically, then he could see about making her fall in love with him. Once he knew she loved him, then he could approach the idea of having Blaise join them. Yes, he was a selfish bastard, but he made no apologies for wanting both the people he loved and desired in his life.


When dinner was over, Draco followed Blaise to his common room. Hermione was helping Potty and Weasel with their Potion assignment, but she planned to meet him for patrol afterwards. With little conversation, he and Blaise completed their assignments before beginning a game of Wizard’s Chess. He could feel Blaise’s eyes on him, finally looking up and asking, \"What?\"


\"Are you angry with me?\" Blaise asked quietly, honestly having no idea why Draco would be irate with him but knowing it was rather obvious that the blond was upset about something. He’d been sulking most of the day, his earlier good spirits disappearing during breakfast and not returning, though he had seemed a bit more friendly during dinner.


\"No,\" Draco said sincerely, his fingers moving through his hair as he shrugged, \"Just wasn’t a good day, you know?\"


\"Anything I can do?\" a raven brow was arched as he moved his foot along Draco’s leg.


Draco’s lips twisted into a wicked smile as his eyes darkened, \"Well, now, would you like a list?\"


\"Lists are good,\" Blaise purred as he moved the table and fell to his knees before Draco, his tongue moving along his full lips. \"But I think surprises are fun, too.\"


\"Blaise,\" Draco’s hands covered his lover’s as he leaned down, kissing Blaise deeply, possessively, needing to know that he had not lost him. His cock hardened as Blaise’s fingers cupped him through his trousers, his tongue sweeping into his lover’s mouth as his fingers tangled in soft black hair.


\"Let’s go to my room,\" Blaise suggested huskily, squeezing Draco’s erection as he nibbled on his lover’s lips.


\"Can’t,\" Draco moaned softly, \"have to patrol soon.\"


\"Bloody hell,\" he cursed softly, having forgotten the change in schedule due to the sixth year Hufflepuff returning home for a wedding. \"How much time do we have?\"


\"Not enough to properly enjoy this,\" Draco sighed before kissing Blaise again, his hands moving along the taller wizard’s back as they kissed. He felt warm fingers slide into his trousers, stroking his cock as he continued to devour his lover’s mouth. Call it some primitive need to mark his territory or simply an act of a spoiled boy that liked to proclaim ownership, but Draco released Blaise’s mouth and began to suck on his neck as his body thrust against the warm hand fondling his cock.


\"Merlin, Draco,\" Blaise whimpered as his lover sucked and nibbled on his neck, his hand tightening its grip on the blond’s cock. Pushing Draco back, he looked into gray eyes and smiled softly when he saw the need and affection. He didn’t know why Draco had been angry earlier, but he was more than happy to distract him and remind him that he wasn’t alone.


He adjusted his cock, the erection pressing against his trousers and aching to be released, but he knew it wouldn’t be long before Hermione came to collect Draco for patrol. Thinking about Hermione caused his shaft to twitch even more, remembering the feel of her against his body, the taste of her lips, too easily imagining her with them right now, kissing Draco and loving them both.


He leaned over and ran his tongue across the head of Draco’s swollen cock, tasting his essence and wanting more. Draco arched into his mouth, moaning lowly as his fingers tightened their grip in his hair. Blaise began to suck, not wasting time on teasing or playing, wanting to pleasure Draco before Hermione returned. It was exciting, the risk that she might come back early, though he knew he wouldn’t have taken the chance of sucking Draco’s cock in his common room if he belieshe she might be back before he was finished.


He wanted to share her with Draco, of course, but it was too soon to do anything more than think about that idea. They’d had a moment the previous evening, a release of tension and an acknowledgement that there was definitely something happening between them, but they weren’t going to talk about it until tonight, when she returned from patrol. He had seen her looking at Draco earlier, seen the lust and affection in her brown eyes, knew that she wanted Draco regardless of what they had shared. To be honest, he was anxious about their talk, worried that she might decide that they should just be friends and that she wanted a relationship with Draco instead.


Thinking about the possible rejection that awaited him after her patrol caused him to grip Draco’s thighs in a bruising grasp, not caring that there would be small bruises on the pale flesh when he was finished. His head bobbed up and down on the long shaft of his lover, tongue licking, lips rubbing, sucking each time he raised his head. He loved Draco’s taste, salty and bitter and delicious. He looked up from beneath sooty lashes and watched his lover’s face, flushed pink with desire, eyes a stormy gray, hand tightly gripping the arm of the chair as his other hand continued to hold Blaise’s hair. With a low growl, Draco’s hircherched up, his cock going deep into Blaise’s mouth and nearly choking him as he came.


Draco collapsed back on the chair, his breathing heavy and his face flushed and sweaty, watching through desire-laden eyes as Blaise swallowed every drop of his release and proceeded to lick any stray seed from his cock. Blaise gently tucked him back into his trousers and zipped them back before standing up and kissing him, sharing his taste, fingers brushing through his blond hair before releasing his lips. He couldn’t imagine not having Blaise in his life, never again sharing a private moment like this, of not tasting himself mixed with the unique flavor of his lover.


\"You’ll never lose me, Draco,\" Blaise whispered as their eyes met, watching Draco’s face and knowing it was what his lover needed to hear. To be such a confident and domineering wizard, Draco was still very much a scared little boy that didn’t want to be alone and was lost and upset at the idea of losing someone he loved. He realized then that Hermione wasn’t coming between them. On the contrary, their mutual desire and affection for the brunette witch giving them a reason to finally admit how they felt about each other, to acknowledge that their relationship was far more than just physical and had become something more meaningful over the years.


\"I know,\" Draco smiled slightly before his eyes looked at the bulge pressing against Blaise’s trousers. With a playful leer, he asked, \"Neome ome help with that, mate?\"


\"You’ve got patrol soon,\" Blaise reminded as he squeezed his erection, \"which means I’ve got a very cold shower in my future.\"


\"I’ll owe you, then,\" Draco promised as he watched Blaise stand and stretch. Before he had a chance to elaborate, the door opened and Hermione came in. She saw them and smiled, looking very happy to see them. He noticed the way she looked at them both, her eyes darkening as if she somehow knew what they’d been doing just moments before, licking lip lips as she looked away but not soon enough for him to miss the blatant arousal that was in her eyes.


\"Hello Blaise, Draco,\" Hermione greeted, unable to avoid the scent of sex that was in the air. Bloody hell, they’d just been shagging! Okay, maybe not shagging but obviously something that caused Draco’s face to be flushed and the scent of release to be present in the air. She’d hoped to return early, but she’d not been unexpectedly confronted by Harry and Ron. It appeared they had noticed her behavior the last few days, as she had suspected, and decided that it was time to have a talk to find out what was happening.


Since she refused to lie to them, she’d been honest, confessing that she fancied both Draco and Blaise and had every intention of attempting to have a relationship with the two wizards if they were willing. Much to her surprise, they’d accepted her feelings for the two Slytherins and told her they’d support her as long as she was happy. Harry had admitted that they hadn’t been so tolerant when they first began to suspect she liked one or both of them, but they’d hays tys to watch her and the Slytherins and had finally realized that it wasn’t their place to interfere because they trusted her and knew she could take care of herself. That didn’t mean, however, that they’d not issued a general threat for her to pass along to Blaise and Draco, should their relationship move to that next step.


They had talked for over an hour, the time stressing but soon becoming relaxing. It had been a great relief to finally be honest with her friends, her worry over their reaction proven to be unjustified. Ron had been amused by her obvious shock at their acceptance, acting very put out that she’d expected them to hate her or rush off to start a fight. Harry had whispered to her that Ron had originally wanted to do just that, vowing to hex the Slytherins, convinced they’d put her under a spell. It was only after he’d had a chance to calm down that he realized Hermione was happier when she was around the two wizards he had considered enemies. Her smile had been enough to dispel his temper, though he still wasn’t overly fond of the idea of his best friencomicoming involved with two Slytherins. As long as they were willing to try, Hermione loved them both even more.


Following their talk, they’d gone over Potions and Hermione had spent most of the time thinking about her plans for patrol and afterwards. After her escapade with Blaise the previous evening, she was even more eager for Saturday to finally arrive. She was frustrated and constantly aroused, wanting to have their arms around her, their bodies against her, to discover passion and pleasure with the two men she loved. Yes, she had to admit that her feelings were definitely bordering on love along with a very large amount of desire.


\"Did you have a nice study session with the morons?\" Draco asked lazily, lips curving into a smirk when she glared at him.


\"They’re not morons,\" she defended sharply, laughing softly when she saw the amused look in his gray eyes, \"Did you two get any studying done?\"


\"A bit,\" Blaise exchanged a look with Draco and winked, his lips curving into a smile.


\"Let me put my books away and then we can go patrol,\" Hermione told Draco as she walked into her room. With a quick glance in the mirror, she frowned but decided that it would be too suspicious if she changed so she’d just be going on patro her her school clothes and old robe. Entering the common room, she saw Blaise shifting on the sofa with his robes covering his lap and Draco smiling smugly as he nudged his leg with his foot. Draco stood when she came back in, giving her a searching look before he smiled ever so slightly.


\"Ready, Granger?\" he asked as he stretched, deliberately letting his robe fall open to show off the muscles that his shirt displayed in a subtle but alluring way.


\"Hermione,\" she rolled her eyes before moving to the door. \"And, yes, I’m ready for patrol.\"


\"See you later, Zabini,\" Draco smirked as he followed Hermione out of the room, \"enjoy that shower.\"


Patrol was relatively boring. They talked as they did their rounds, discussing their classes and other topics and only arguing a bit, playful and teasing bickering that had her smiling and him amused. Hermione was enjoying patrol, not worrying about the seduction or the game and simply having fun talking to Draco. There was a definite attraction between them, but she wasn’t overly nervous or awkward. In fact, she felt comfortable and pleasant and rather excited. Her eyes kept drifting over his lips, remembering the kiss and wondering what sort of sounds he made when he was aroused and in the throes of orgasm.


Patrol was nearly over when Draco suddenly reached for her. She’d been laughing over his imitation of Snape when she felt his fingers on her upper arm, looking at him curiously. She inhaled sharply when she saw the look in his eyes, her eyes darkening as she found herself pressed against the wall. His head lowered, lips brushing against hers in a gentle kiss that quickly deepened as he devoured her mouth. Hermione’s hands moving around his neck, fingers playing with his hair as his body moved against hers.


Merlin, she tasted so good. He had been resisting the urge to kiss her since they’d begun patrol, her laughter arousing, her smile making his heart race. Finally, he’d just given in to the need to press his lips against hers, not thinking about his wager with Blaise or his attempts at seducing her, just wanting to get closer to her, to feel her against him. His hand tangled in her hair as his other hand moved along her side, caressing her breast through her robe. She gasped when he touched her, moving against him, seemingly wanting more.


Hermione had planned to instigate a kiss before patrol was over, needing to kiss him again, to feel him against her. She hadn’t even considered the possibility that he’d want to kiss her and would make the first move, a tremor of arousal spreading over her at his forcefulness. Her nipples hardened when his hand moved over her breast, her knickers growing wet as he made love to her mouth. It was becoming increasingly difficult to remember planplan, the last week of teasing Blaise and Draco causing her to be less resistant to his seduction.


Draco released her lips, moving his mouth over her face and her neck before reclaiming her lips. His hand moved to the buttons of her robe, unfastening them and pushing the material to the side, making its way beneath her shirt to touch her skin. She moaned when his rough palm pressed her bra up and caressed her breast, squeezing the flesh as his body moved against hers, his erection obvious as she arched against him.


Hermione didn’t protest when she felt his hand drift across her stomach before snaking into her knickers. Had she even considered making some of hesitant remarks, she didn’t think she’d have been able to form words to tell him it was too much, too soon. She gasped when his fingers brushed through her chestnut curls, his tongue continuing to caress her mouth and tongue as his fingers moved into her skirt and knickers. It was the first time anyone had ever touched her like this, her hands the only ones familiar with her naked body, and it felt completely different to have his rough palms against her soft skin.


He moved his fingers into her curls and then lower, feeling dampness against his flesh as he began to stroke her soaking pussy. She was so wet, his cock throbbing at the knowledge that he had caused this arousal, a finger slowly pushing its way into her. She stiffened when his finger moved into her, her mouth moving from his as she inhaled as he penetrated her with his finger. Merlin, she was unbelievably tight, her muscles clenching around his finger. He began to move his hand, adding a second finger and nuzzling her neck as she gasped and moaned, her fingers pulling his hair as her other hand held his neck tightly.


Oh God. Oh God. Oh God. That same thought kept repeating in Hermione’s mind as he licked and kissed her neck, his fingers delving into her and touching places that she’d never even touched. She should stop it, she knew, but she couldn‘t. She was consumed with need, so bloody frustrated, and Draco was so good with his hands and his lips were against hers and her neck and she just gave herself to him for a few moments of pleasure without worrying or thinking too much. Besides, it wouldn’t be much longer until she won the game so she could consider this a bit of an early prize, she decided, before all thoughts fled her mind when his thumb brushed against her clit and her world exploded.


She was so bloody beautiful when she came. His eyes watched her face as she whimpered, her muscles tightening around his fingers and her juices flooding his hand and her orgasm hit her hard. She looked at him, her lips curving into a sated and wicked smile before she pulled him closer and kissed him, her body still convulsing around his fingers. Reluctantly removing his hand, he brought his fingers to his mouth, eyes catching hers as he licked them clean. He moaned as he tasted her juices, pressing his erection against her, rubbing himself against the juncture between her thighs as he kissed her again, her tongue hesitantly entering his mouth and tasting herself.


Hermione moved her hand down his chest, cupping his erection through his trousers, a bit pleased with her brazen behavior. Considering her plans to seduce two gorgeous, confident wizards in a very short time, she needed to be self-assured and seductive and sexy. She was also doing her best to try not to dwell on her insecurities or anxiety when it came to becoming involved with two men at once, focusing on the fact that they both wanted her and thought she was beautiful and aroused her in a way she’d never imagined. Draco deepened the kiss as she squeezed his erection, Hermione moving her hand to the zipper of his trousers. She wanted to touch him, to stroke him until he came in the same way he’d given her pleasure.


\"Merlin, Hermione,\" he groaned as he released her lips, burying his face in her hair as her fingers touched his bare shaft. Her actions were tentative, exploring, her lips on his neck and nibbling on his ear as she began to touch him. She reacted to his low moan, her hand squeezing him, moving slowly, his cock the first one she’d ever touched. That realization made him even harder, the knowledge that she’d obviously never done this be aro arousing him beyond belief. She learned quickly, her hand moving along his length, his pants falling to his knees and his arse bare beneath his robe as she stroked him.


\"It’s so big,\" she whispered as she finally gave in and looked at it, comparing it to Blaise’s, which she had just seen the previous weekend. Draco was long and a good width while Blaise was a bit wider and not quite as long. Both of them appeared huge to her, however, and she couldn’t imagine how they were supposed to fit inside her without a lot of discomfort. She knew they’d fit, knew that they’d pleasure her and any pain would be fleeting and momentary.


\"So close,\" he muttered as he thrust into her hand, wishing he was sinking deep inside her tight, wet pussy but satisfied, for now, that she was touching him like this.


\"Come for me, Draco,\" she urged softly, hearing his breath catch at her words. He raised his head, looking into her eyes, his expression utterly beautifully as he suddenly stiffened, his body arching towards her hand, grunting as he came. His seed spilled all over her hand and dripped to the floor, splashing onto her skirt as he gasped for breath, his face flushed and sweaty.


She continued to stroke him until he was spent, their lips meeting as she released his spent cock, finding herself extremely excited from watching him come and giving him pleasure. When he released her mouth, she brought her hand to her lips and ran her tongue along her flesh, tasting his release. It tasted better than she’d imagined, salty and slightly bitter but she could definitely get used to the taste.


\"Hermione,\" Draco watched her smile as he used her name, his body still recovering from his second orgasm of the evening and his words husky and annoyingly breathless. He pulled his trousers and boxers up, fastening them as he tried to think of the right words to say what he needed to say. He continued, \"We need to talk.\"


\"I know,\" she had a sense of déjà vu, this conversation remarkably like the one she’d had the previous evening with Blaise. She retried her wand and cleaned up her skirt and the floor, amazed that she didn’t feel embarrassed or shy about what they had just shared nor did she feel like a tart for experiencing something so emotional and pleasurable with a man she knew she loved. She kissed him gently before saying, \"Do you think you can sneak out of the dungeon tonight?\"


\"You have to ask?\" he arched a brow as his lips curled into a smug smile, \"I never get caught, love.\"


\"Come to my room in an hour,\" she decided, \"we can talk then.\"


\"Hermione, can’t we just talk now?\"


\"We need to finish patrol and I think we might need more privacy for our talk,\" she smiled shyly, not believing that she’d just given and received an amazing orgasm to only get shy when she thought about having to confess her participation in their game and her feelings for them both.


\"I’ll be there in an hour,\" he sighed as he ran his hand through his hair, his eyes on hers as he leaned over and kissed her again, passionate and claiming, wanting to give her something to think about during that blasted hour. Finally releasing her lips, he smiled, \"See you soon, Granger.\"


Hermione laughed softly as he used her last name, the bastard deliberately teasing her by not using her first name. \"See you soon, Malfoy,\" she echoed, watching him give her a real smile as he moved out of the alcove, her heart racing as she saw the lookhapphappiness and desire in his eyes as he looked at her one more time before walking away.


Bloody hell, she leaned back against the wall and sighed, a smile on her lips as she thought about the last week. She wasn’t sure she recognized this confident and seductive witch she had become, but liking it nonetheless. The changes were actually very subtle, most pe not not even noticing any difference in her behavior. When she was with them, she felt confident and sexy and was able to ignore some of her insecurities and she felt wanted and loved.


She wasn’t as anxious as she tended to be since she’d begun this game, Harry even noticing that she seemed more relaxed and happy lately. Her grades were still excellent and she devoted her time to her studies, but there was now something else she enjoyedt ast as much as her schoolwork. Hermione finally moved away from the wall, headed towards her dorm, her lips curling into an excited smile. She had given Draco an hour before he was supposed to meet her, knowing that midnight was less than an hour away.


That gave her plenty of time to clean up and prepare the final plans of her seduction before winning the game. Her eyes flashed with anticipation and pleasure as she realized that, in less than an hour, it would officially be Saturday. She had survived the week, barely, and knew she was being literal by considering midnight as Saturday, but she was all for being technical if it meant the game was over and she could finally claim her prizes. Yes, she smiled wickedly, it wouldn’t be much longer until Draco and Blaise would be hers, and she would be theirs.



End Friday.



A/N added 12/6/04: I apologize to anyone who has been waiting for the final part of this series to be written. I do intend on finishing this story! RL has been a bitch lately and I\'ve also seemed to lose my smut muse (if anyone sees her, please send her home!) so I\'ve not written the final chapter of this story and I am very sorry for the long wait. I just wanted y\'all to know that I do intend to finish this fic eventually. Thanks for the support and for the reviews. I\'m pleased something I\'ve written has been enjoyed by so many people.