Stitched Mouths

Hermione sat with her legs crossed before her at the ankles on her bed as she lazily ran her fingernails in soothing circles over Draco’s ivory muscled back. He lounged next to her, his arms loosely wrapped around her waist with his head in her lap. He had fallen asleep a couple of hours ago and she wanted him to sleep. Harry sat staring out the open window into the cool night air. She watched him think, her eyes drooping. She glanced over at Ron who was reading some quidditch book while he ran his own nails down her leg. They were all naked and satiated, content in each other’s company. Hermione enjoyed these moments of comfortable silence with her wonderful toys. They were her most prized loves and there was nothing she wouldn’t do for them, nothing she wouldn’t hold back, they were everything to her and she was everything to them. That was exactly how she liked things to be.

“Do you think they’re worth it?” Harry finally asked, turning to look over at her, she shrugged.

“They have potential,” Hermione answered, taking a deep breathe and slowly letting it out.

“I know Blaise would be a good addition but Vanessa? I don’t know how you can trust her,” Harry pointed out.

“She needs to be broken the right way, she needs to be taught the right lessons. She’s young, just starting out, she has so much to live for before she’s molded into some kind of monster. She is just beginning her journey and I must guide her to the right side before she can’t turn back,” Hermione explained.

“She’s also a pure blood engrained with certain traditions,” Harry argued.

“So is Draco,” Hermione smiled warmly down on her silver blonde pet, he was so gorgeously sharp.

“But he’s different,” Harry faltered, gesturing helplessly. She shook her head in return, her smile still on her rose lips.

“I understand, we’ve known Draco since we got to school, we know his phases, who he is. He’s predictable but Vanessa isn’t. She’s always been in the shadows and she’s never really stood out, she’s unpredictable. I know,” Hermione answered, Harry nodded, fiddling with his fingers.

“Don’t worry, everything is going to be alright. I can handle this. Don’t you have faith in your mistress?” Hermione stared at him expectantly.

“You are my goddess, why would I ever doubt your abilities?” Harry answered, smiling at her teasingly.

“Come to bed my love, we have a big day tomorrow,” Hermione reached towards him, he got off the ledge and climbed into bed, snuggling up to her as she moved down. Ron closed his book and climbed up, wrapping his arms around Harry from behind.


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Hermione stood staring at Blaise, he was stretched out on the wooden bench, his mask laying just centimeters from his dangling fingers. He had strong beautiful features with dark red wavy curls that obscured his soft expression. He had toned muscles from being a chaser but was compact enough to outrun the others. He was taller than Harry or Draco but just slightly shorter than Ron. She slipped the long key to the cell into the magical lock and twisted it making a smooth clicking sound. The door opened and she walked in, closing it behind her. She then walked up to Blaise and lightly pulled the curls off of his soft face, he blinked up at her, still half asleep. She kneeled down next to him to get eye level.

“Good afternoon Zabini, I thought I’d let you sleep because you’re going to be up all night long,” Hermione murmured, a smirk playing over her lips.

“I’m not going to guess how you managed to convince everyone not to look for us,” Blaise said, tucking his arms in around him.

“I have my ways, come on, we have work to do,” Hermione stood up and offered her hand to the other, Blaise lightly took it and stood up, letting her lead him out into the rest of the dungeon. Vanessa sat up in her own cell and rubbed at her eyes.

“I’ll be coming back for you later my dear,” Hermione promised the girl as she led Blaise out of the dungeon and up into the rest of the cottage.

Hermione opened the door to the bedroom where Ron sat at the low box window seat, a book in his lap as he stared off into the distance. He looked over and caught Blaise’s eyes as Hermione shut the door behind them. She then walked over to Ron and leaned down, lifting his chin up with her fingernails as she lightly placed her lips on his. The kiss deepened, she let Blaise watch as she exposed their tongues lapping against each other. She let out a soft moan as she sealed her lips over his, her hand crawling up into Ron’s bright red hair, she secured her fist in the crimson locks and straightened up. He dropped to his knees next to her, his hand going up to where her fist was buried in his thick hair. He was panting, a look of rapturous pain scrawled over his ivory features.

“Did you know that Ron likes it rough?” Hermione asked, eyeing the rust red head across from her. “He loves pain, loves the slow burn of a good welt,” Hermione pulled Ron’s head back and smacked him across the face, he winced but didn’t make a sound.

“It looks like you don’t believe me, show him,” Hermione let go of him and sat down on the seat Ron had vacated as he crawled across the room to the riding crop sitting on the dresser. He picked it up with his teeth and crawled back to Hermione, dropping it lightly into her lap. She picked it up and gestured for him to turn around. He pulled off his shirt while doing so, bracing his hands against the wooden floor and Hermione stood and brought the switch down on his exposed back.

“Have you ever done this before?” Hermione asked, looking up at Blaise who was staring at Ron’s face.

“You whipped me last night,” Blaise answered.

“Here,” Hermione handed him the crop, he stared down at it, running his fingers down the length. He slowly walked around Ron and snapped the crop against his ivory back.

“Good, very good,” Hermione breathed, taking the crop back. “Blaise, I know you love him. I can see it when you look at him, when you’re around him. I don’t want to see either of you suffer anymore,” Hermione said, looking to Ron who was still turned away from them.

“I’m willing to give up one of my favorite toys for his happiness but remember Blaise, I will always be here,” Hermione brought his lips down to hers and kissed him lightly then turned, walking out the door.

Ron slowly turned around and stood up, staring at Blaise. He stared back, feeling awkward in the other’s presence.

“I don’t care about all the other shit, you are the one that has to chose. Do you chose me or the door? I’m letting you go, if you want to walk out right now, that’s your decision,” Ron gestured to the door behind him.

“I’d rather not make a stupid mistake,” Blaise growled, brushing past Ron to the door.

“The stupid mistake would be walking out on me,” Ron growled.

“You think it’s so easy to just choose you?” Blaise turned around, angry.

“You’re thinking about the outside world, about all that out there but it’s out there and we’re in here,” Ron growled, his eyes flashing angrily back.

“It was one night stand that you are dragging out like I’m so great,” Blaise pointed out.

“I wouldn’t drag it out if you didn’t pop up in the weirdest situations, staring at me just like that,” Ron pointed out.

“Just like what?” Blaise spread his hands in exasperation.

“You want me, I can see it, anyone can see it and you’re just going to walk out on it, on me,” Ron gestured to the door behind them.

“I don’t want to deal with this,” Blaise turned back to the door.

“Fine, your decision,” Ron growled, he froze at the door, looking down on his hand wrapped around the dark metal knob.

“I don’t know what I want, I’m only following what others have planned out for me. I’ve grown up this way, it’s hard to change,” Blaise sighed, dropping his head onto the door with a soft thud.

“I’m only here for you,” Ron answered, crossing his arms over his chest.

“You grew up with a family that has supported you, you have a real family,” Blaise turned around, leaning back against the door.

“I have a fucked up family the same as everyone else,” Ron protested.

“Your parents don’t control your life,” Blaise shrieked.

“They don’t have to, they lay great expectations on me that has been passed down from each of my brothers to me. I’m the last of the boys, the one that has to out due all of them just to get a little bit of attention. I was always in the back because I wasn’t even the baby like Ginny is. I’m not part of a twin, I’m not exceptionally smart or clever. I only have this body, this mind with these friends that I have made into my real family. Hermione has never ignored me, Harry has never stared at me uncomprehendingly as I explain what I want to do with my life. Sure I get overshadowed by both of them but they still give me the time of day,” he ranted.

“What do you want to do?” Blaise asked curiously, Ron rolled his eyes.

“Like you fucking care, you’re about to walk out of my life forever, remember?” Ron shouted back.

“Calm the fuck down! Do you see me leaving?” Blaise shouted back, Ron took a deep breathe.

“What now?” Ron asked, Blaise walked forward and wrapped his arms around him, looking up into his eyes.

“This is never going to work,” he breathed, Ron smiled in return.

“When does anything in my life ever work right?” He replied, dropping his lips onto Blaise’s.


Hermione sat down on a wooden chair and propped her feet up onto the wooden table before her as Draco ran his hand down Vanessa’s hip as she shivered against him. She had been tied down to the table, naked. Draco slid against her, his hands wandering down to her legs and pulling them open. She looked over to Hermione who was watching her closely. Draco slid his hands down between her thighs and started to caress her clit, lightly nibbling on her neck. Hermione dropped her feet and leaned forward, her eyes digging into Vanessa’s.

“What is he to you?” Hermione breathed.

“Draco? He’s a conquest, a prize,” Vanessa looked to where Draco was nipping down her chest.

“Is that what all pureblood men are?” Hermione lightly ran her hand through Vanessa’s silk curls, she moaned as Draco nipped at her nipples.

“Of course, that’s what they’re bred for. The real power is in the women, they are the ones that control everything,” Vanessa closed her eyes and let out another low moan as Draco slid down between her legs, raking his nails down her thighs.

“So for example Narcissa Malfoy controls everything in the household including Lucius being in the Deatheater ranks,” Hermione murmured, retrieving Vanessa’s attention.

“Narcissa is weak, it’s why Draco is vulnerable right now,” Vanessa returned, Hermione nodded. She groaned loudly as Draco licked her, his fingers massaging the sensitive skin.

“What do you mean?” Hermione asked.

“Narcissa can’t control Lucius but no one wants to deal with him. He’s only a figurehead in their eyes and Narcissa doesn’t want to play for him anymore so he rots in Azkaban where the elder women can keep him under control. They’re just waiting for Draco to fuck up so they can do something about him. So far he’s had me to hide behind because he can’t stand Parkinson anymore,” Vanessa explained.

“Why help him?” Hermione breathed, she moaned again, looking down, Draco looked up at her, meeting her smoldering gaze.

“Many reasons, he’s gorgeous and a good fuck but he’s also different,” Vanessa looked back to Hermione who smiled back.

“I understand, he’s perfect isn’t he?” Hermione leaned back.

“You forced a veritaserum down me, didn’t you?” Vanessa followed Hermione with her eyes.

“Of course, you’re a Deatheater, I can’t just trust you completely,” Hermione answered, shrugging.

“Why waste on talking about pureblood traditions when you could have asked me about the Dark Lord?” She asked.

“We can control Voldemort, he’s not as much as a problem as your pureblood families. They are an unknown, I don’t like surprises,” Hermione explained.

“At least you let me have him one last time,” Vanessa looked back down on Draco who was still eating her out.

“What do you mean by that?” Hermione sighed.

“You know what I mean, he’s yours now,” she murmured. Hermione looked to Draco thoughtfully.

“Draco,” she called, Draco pulled away, wiping his mouth and looking to Hermione.

“Can you leave us for a while? I’ll meet you in my room later on, okay?” She asked, he nodded and climbed off the table then walked out.

Hermione got up and sat down on the table, looking down on Vanessa. She then sighed and snapped open the leather cuffs at each corner. Vanessa sat up, rubbing her wrists as she stared back at Hermione expectantly. She smiled and looked away from the brunette, looking to the small darkened window along the one wall.

“We’re about to go into full out war with forces that have been in hiding for so long that I don’t think are even there anymore. I think they’re all in Voldemort’s head or maybe he realizes no one has his back anymore but he’s so wrapped up in his own world that he thinks he can take on everyone at once,” Hermione mused softly.

“The elder women want me to feed information back to them because Narcissa is out of favor with Voldemort. My aunt, Bellatrix, she’s gone insane and managed to get herself captured and put into Azkaban,” She explained.

“So he managed to piss them off on top of everything else,” Hermione grumbled, smirking.

“He’s insane or so the rumor goes, I think he’s just obsessed,” Vanessa pointed out.

“So what do you want out of all of this?” Vanessa asked after a long thoughtful silence.

“I want in, sure I’m a muggle born but that shouldn’t stop me, I’m smarter than anyone and you know it,” Hermione answered, Vanessa shrugged.

“I have a few ideas,” She smiled, Hermione nodded in return, getting up.

“So can I trust you?” Hermione held out her hand expectantly.

“Just so long as you remember I’m not one of your toys, I’d be happy to help,” Vanessa grasped Hermione’s hand and shook it.

“Deal, I do believe I have a waiting sultry blonde in my room,” Hermione gestured to the door.

“I think I’ll stick around for a while, I like your style of control,” Vanessa smirked as she accepted the robe Hermione held out to her and slipped it on.

“You’re more than welcome to sample my garden,” Hermione replied as they walked up into the rest of the house.

TBC

Notes: Sorry guys, I’m really getting into the story here…And I don’t do yuri, just not that kind of author. Don’t worry, next chapter will be a lot more steamy.