Stylistic Harmony

Chapter Eight
Breakfast in the Great Hall that morning was a subdued affair, many more students had been taken out the school by their parents, the news of the attack having graced the front page of the Daily Prophet. Hermione was sat with Harry, Ron, Ginny and Neville, she had the paper propped open in front of her. The stories main focus was the mysterious hooded figure who saved the life of Harry Potter, she thought it would be a shock to the entire wizarding world should they find out it was none other then Draco Malfoy who saved their hero, plus Voldemort would kill him, so it was best that no-one knew, well besides her and Blaise. She snuck a glance over at the Slytherin table, Blaise was sipping coffee, surveying those around him with judgmental eyes, Draco too had the newspaper open, and was smirking at the story. She thought back to that morning, waking up next to Draco was something she would be glad to make a habit of. She had slipped out to breakfast before he had woken so she hadn't had a chance to speak to him, Blaise had been up when she left. Being a Slytherin as he was, he had figured that Draco had stayed the night, she had reassured him that it was just sleeping; he had accepted it quietly and kissed her, which had left her gasping for air. Ron tugged on her arm, drawing her gaze back to her boyfriend, the post had come, a letter had been dropped in front of her, her name written in neat black italics. She looked up immediately, grey eyes met hers, she smiled, it would be best to open this away from prying eyes.
"Ron, honey, I'm just going to go back to my common room for something, I'll see you in class. Bye, guys!" She hurried out of the Hall before he had a chance to protest. She ran all the way to her common room, when she got there she pulled the letter from her bag and tore it open, out of breath she sat on the sofa and began to read,

Hermione,
Good morning love, I hope you are well. Meet Blaise and I for lunch in the Heads Common Room, there's some things we need to discuss. You look beautiful this morning. See you in class, I'll be thinking of you.
Yours
D.M.

Even though it wasn't exactly what she was hoping for her heart still fluttered, finally everything was falling into place, her life was fulfilled, strangely the fact that she was betraying her friends did not seem to bother her anymore. Stuffing the letter into her bag, she hurried to class. She was slightly late, so had to slip in the back of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, the only seat left was next to Draco who grinned wickedly at her. Moody's magical eye swung in her direction,
"Your late Miss Granger!"
"I know, I'm sorry Sir. I had some Head's duties that couldn't wait." He frowned but then motioned for her to sit down,
"Well, you are excused then. Now sit down." She took her seat next to Draco. Ron smiled in her direction and glared at Draco, Hermione made a 'it can't be helped' face and settled down to work. Unfortunately this was made harder by three things, firstly the fact that his presence next to her was driving her crazy, how one person could smell that good was beyond her, secondly his foot had managed to wrap around hers and was currently stroking the back of her leg. Finally, Blaise was sat in front of her, he kept stretching out to scratch the back of his neck, which pulled his shirt tight across his back, showing off taut muscles, she had a sneaking suspicion that he knew this and was just teasing her.
"Damn Slytherins!" She said under her breath, not quietly enough though, for soon after she felt breath on the side of her neck, then a voice whispered huskily,
"Are you okay Granger? You seem a little, out of control." Oh she was going to kill him later, turning to him she smiled sweetly and said,
"Just you wait, Malfoy. I'll show you how out of control I can be." She winked and went back to her work. Draco smirked, she had spark, he was loving it, pleased with himself he went back to the task at hand, making her squirm in her seat.

Draco and Blaise continued to tease her all morning, even in Potions, where she sat with Harry and Ron. They kept sneaking suggestive glances her way, and every-time she moved near, one of them would get up and follow her, leaning up over her as she collected ingredients from the stores. By the time she arrived at the common room that lunch, she was fuming with them; entering the room she was fully prepared to yell at them for their behaviour. Lo and behold, the two sexy troublemakers were reclining on the sofa drinking what looked like a bottle of firewhiskey, this made Hermione more angry, they were taking advantage of her, drinking during the day, distracting her in class.
"I CANNOT BELIEVE YOU TWO!! AT FIRST IT WAS A LAUGH, DISTRACTING ME IN CLASS, IT WAS FUN. BUT YOU BOTH HAD TO JUST GO THAT EXTRA MILE! AND NOW DRINKING DURING THE DAY RIGHT UNDER MY NOSE! IT JUST TAKES THE PISS! Maybe I've made the wrong choice, you two are just pathetic school boys, who need to grow up!" This outburst hadn't affected them at all, in fact they were expecting it, the firewhiskey was a ruse to make her lose it. Draco got a kick out of seeing the usually controlled Gryffindor Princess lose it, it allowed him to see the real power behind his girl. He got up from the sofa and walked to her,
"Come on Hermione, let it out, your angry, let it rip love." She could not believe his arrogance, so she hit him, "Thats its baby, come on! Your angry with me, but your not giving it any! Hit me, come on! HIT ME!" She smacked him once, twice round the face, her brown eyes turning dark. The lights inside the common room began to flicker and the sky outside darkened, her anger was manifesting itself. He knew that she was angry at herself rather then them. Blaise lifted himself from the couch, Hermione was out of control, if she didn't stop soon, she would cause Draco some serious damage; she was about to strike again when Blaise caught her wrist,
"That's enough," he said calmly, the Italian had the power to silence a room if he could, he knew what Draco was doing, trying to get her to break down, "You're not angry at us Cara. You're angry at yourself, for allowing yourself to dream. Dream about a life other then the one that Harry and Ron have dictated for you. Let me tell you this love, if you think for one second that Draco and I entered into this lightly, you're wrong. Do you think this is any easier for us then it is for you? The mere fact that we're talking to you like this can get us killed. As for Draco's actions yesterday, they wouldn't be satisfied just allowing him to die, death is the easy option. Voldemort would tear him apart for his betrayal. As for you my sweet, if they found out what you were, what you meant to us, they would destroy you over and over until there was nothing left. So excuse us if we want to try and have fun, before it all comes tumbling down in fire and blood." The lights settled and the sky cleared, her eyes turned back to their normal chocolate colour. Hermione was silent, tears ran down her face. He was right, she was angry at herself, she had betrayed everything she believed in for them and there was no way she could take it back. Draco gathered her in his arms and kissed her deep, she slid her hands up and tangled them in his hair. Blaise had come up behind her and was kissing her neck. She had never felt so much for two people, the fact that they were these two particular people was equally as daunting, and right now they were driving her crazy. Draco had moved his hands from her sides to her bum, Blaise's fingers were working at the buttons on her blouse. Draco halted his assault on her backside to peel off his own shirt, allowing Blaise to pull hers off in the process. Draco got back to his task of kissing the life out of her, his skilled fingers expertly unhooking her bra, he pulled her against him until there was no space between them.
"You're so beautiful, love. I want you so bad right now," his voice in her ear sent shivers of longing down her spine, exciting her more then she thought possible. Blaise spun her away from Draco into his waiting arms, he was stripped to the waist, his trousers riding dangerously low on his hips, this barely had time to register with her before Blaise's lips crashed into her own, the anger still not dissipated, evident in the ferocity with which he kissed her. She was aware of Draco behind her, "Relax, baby," he whispered, his hand dropped to her thigh, then snaked under her skirt. She took a sharp intake of breath, as one finger after the other entered her. She closed her eyes, allowing the sensations to overcome her, Blaise had re-directed his attention to her breast. The double sensation of that and Draco's fingers threatened to drive her over the edge, she almost didn't register the two distinct bulges in front and behind her. However this thought was obliterated by the force of her orgasm, it spread from her centre right down to the tips of her toes, her knees buckled with the force of it. Draco withdrew his hand, and looped an arm round her waist to stop her from falling, using the other to tip her head back, kissing her deeply. Blaise looked at her, it amazed him that she could look more beautiful, but she did.
"We should get back to class, its late, people are going to get suspicious," they didn't seem to hear him, "I'll be back in a minute," still no answer, "Its fine, see you in a minute, I'll just go, take a cold shower, then go to class." He shook his head, chuckling to himself, then went into the bathroom to 'hem hem' relieve himself.

Draco was drowning in her, he had turned her to him, relishing the feel of her skin against his. She was still shaking from before, he stroked her back lightly, kissing her softly. He was painfully aroused, but he didn't want to force her into doing anything, so was surprised when he felt a pair of hands unzip his trousers and slip into his boxer shorts. She grinned at him mischievously, she was stroking him slowly, driving him up the wall,
"Where'd you learn that?" He asked half serious, half joking, she increased her speed,
"I'm not as innocent as you think, lover." Withdrawing her hand, she leant down and picked up her clothes, sashaying away from him into her bedroom. He stood there open mouthed, his flies still open, hoping to God that Blaise hurried the fuck up in the shower before class, also cursing everything that he had Quidditch practice until late that night.

That afternoon passed in a blur for her, she barely spoke to Harry or Ron, and only said a scant few words to Ginny, when dinnertime ended she was desperate to see them again, but she knew that Draco had Quidditch practice and Blaise had to escort him. After dinner she went to the library with Harry, Ron and Ginny to study. Harry and Ginny gave up after an hour and left for the Gryffindor common room, she was left with Ron.
"Mione?" She looked up from her work,
"Mmm, yes Ron?"
"Will you let me stay with you tonight? I-I just want to fall asleep with you. Since the battle the other day, I have just been worried that I don't look after you properly and I want to look after you all the time. Would you mind? We can sleep, I am not trying to get anything from you." She fought the urge to laugh, Ron was being so sincere but she could not, would not have him in her bed tonight, seeing as she was planning on not being in it herself. Composing herself, she looked him in the eyes and said in a caring voice,
"Not tonight Ron, I'm sorry. I just didn't really sleep very well last night, and I'm really tired. Its nothing against your offer, its a lovely thought, just not tonight yeah?" She kissed him for good measure, he nodded and hugged her to him.
"Okay Mione babe," eurgh that name made her cringe, "I have to go back to Gryffindor, curfew and all that, see you tomorrow." He pecked her on the cheek and left. The sky outside had turned an inky black, it had gotten late, she had lost track of time, gathering her stuff she ran out of the library towards her common room. She practically shouted the password at the portrait, eager to see if they were in there; in her haste she stumbled over the transom, but instead of falling to the floor, she stumbled into the strong arms of a half-naked, slightly sweaty blonde. She dropped all her books on the floor and kissed him eagerly, he attacked her lips with equal amounts of passion. She inhaled his scent, it was sweet, but seductive, he chuckled lightly, pulling away he whispered to her,
"Did you miss me lover?" His breath tickled her neck, tremors were wracking her body, such was his effect on her,
"Like hell baby, can't you tell?" She moved his hand down her thigh, then kissed him, his tongue explored every inch of her mouth, panting she moved away, "Where's Blaise?" She asked.
"He's upstairs. He told me to meet you down here. I gladly accepted seeing as I get to touch you first," his hand inched up her skirt. She began to undo her shirt, pulling it off; he eyed her hungrily, lifting his hand to the clasp of her bra, she stopped him,
"Uh uh, not yet," she stepped away from him, removed her shoes and socks, then slid her skirt down her legs. Soon she stood in front of him in her underwear, she ran her glance over his form, noticing the growing bulge in his trousers, "Hmmm, suddenly I feel like the odd one out," she moved towards him and undid the zip of his trousers, pulling them gently off his body, typically he was wearing green boxers, "Much better," she said naughtily.
"You're a tease you know that Cara." The look in her eye was pure Slytherin, she giggled then skipped off up the stairs towards Blaise's room, leaving him practically naked in the living area. With a smirk he followed her up the stairs.

Hermione pushed open the door, smiled seductively at the figure on the bed. Blaise was reclining on the black silk sheets, reading a book. He was stripped to his boxers, he did not seem to notice her enter, or if he did he took no notice of her lack of clothes.
"Blaise love? Blaise?" She teased, without looking up he said,
"Yes Cara?" She walked to the bed and knelt down at the foot of the bed, behind her the door closed, Draco was leaning against it watching her. She knelt on all fours and began crawling up Blaise's body,
"Not that I like dragging people away from a good book, but here I am, on your bed and you're ignoring me," he lifted his gaze to her, raised an eyebrow at her, she was pouting at him. Throwing his book on the floor, he grabbed her around the waist and pulled her to his lips, she devoured them hungrily, after a while she drew away, "Mmmm much better." Blaise's fingers moved to unhook her bra, she shrugged it off. He looked at her, lust gleaming in his dark eyes. She giggled, then turned to her other man, beckoning him to her with one finger. He made his way over to the bed, standing at the foot, he waited for her to come to him. She extracted herself from Blaise's grasp, stood up on the bed and walked to him. He covered her lips, then took her breast in his hand. She moaned into his mouth, increasing the strain in his shorts. Blaise knelt behind her, dragging her pants down her body. She felt his fingers, probe at her, she wrenched forward into Draco. She was in bliss, the two of them, they made her feel, anything, everything, all at once. It was like her eyes had finally opened. Leaning into him, she whispered huskily into Draco's ear,
"I want you inside me." That did it for him, he growled at Blaise to move, pulling her down to the bed, positioning himself on top of her. Shucking off his boxers he looked her in the eye,
"This may hurt,"
"I don't care," he nodded, then entered her. The pain was intense, but more intense was the power she felt at being one with him. The pain she felt desisted, soon all she felt was bliss; Blaise stood a close watch nearby, his hand moving within his shorts. The fact that he was watching them turned her on even more, Draco increased his pace, she clawed his back leaving deep scratches. Soon she was left gasping for air, a wave of pleasure hit her and she was screaming his name, he grunted, the muscles in his neck strung out with effort. He shouted her name as he reached his peak. Exhausted he collapsed beside her, she snuggled against him, he wrapped his arm around her. They both succumbed to sleep at once. Unbeknownst to them, Blaise had slipped out of the room, letting them have this moment together, they needed it.