WHAT YOU MEAN TO ME

Chapter Nine


Over the course of the next couple of months, Hermione’s feelings grew stronger for Draco and Blaise. She felt incredibly lucky to have their affection...not to mention their bodies. Blaise made her laugh with his mischievous ways and Draco made her body melt with just a look...not that Blaise didn’t do that, but with Draco the sex was more wild....more spontaneous. A lot of her house mates didn’t understand her closeness to Draco, but she’s able to see a whole different side to her Slytherin snake, instead of the snarkiness that he shows the rest of the school. He has mellowed to a few, but still likes to get a rise out of the Gryffindors....especially Ron.

The pranks that the group pulled helped lighten the mood among the students, with them trying to figure out who the pranksters were. It was hard to pinpoint who exactly pulled the pranks, as most times the pranksters included themselves in the joke. Still...after weeks and weeks went by after Ginny and Hermione’s prank, the boys were still leery about using the soap in the showers. Needless to say...their prank was an ‘arousing’ success. Without the rest of the group finding out, the girls had used a disillusionment charm to make themselves invisible, then snuck into the quidditch locker rooms...... and the older year showers, and added their special potion into the liquid soap.

The following day had happened to be a Saturday, and a very much anticipated quidditch game between Slytherin and Gryffindor was scheduled. Ginny had caught Hermione’s eye a few times as the red-head..... and fellow co-conspirator was on her broom in her chaser position for Gryffindor. Each sweep of the stands she was able to see a few male students squirming in their seats or was able to see the unmistakable movement of their hands moving under their heavy warm robes.

The potion the two girls had added to the soap made the guys have an instant hard-on. The only way of relief was an orgasm...self inflicted or with a little help from their mates. Hermione was plenty happy first thing as Blaise pounced on her on the way to breakfast, his hair still wet from the showers, where she then helped him with his little-big problem quite easily. Hermione had also been shifting in her seat but for entirely different reasons.

After the quidditch game, she rushed back to her rooms in wait for Draco. She was not disappointed to hear his strained voice outside her portrait giving it the password. Once he was inside, she had went to him and pushed him against the door, her lips attacking his eager lips relentlessly as her hands went to his quidditch pants to undo them, then push them down over his hips. She still remembered his moans when she gripped his rock-hard erection, then hearing him pleading to take him deeper in her mouth.

There were a few other milder pranks done on the students, as well as the guys getting back to Hermione and Ginny with the same prank...this time with the guys not giving into their demands until they pretty well had to bind them and take what they wanted anyway. Some of the other pranks used against the students were potions and spells, making them sing uncontrollably, do sultry lapdances to the person sitting next to them, change hair colors....just to name a few.

Speaking of hair changes...Ron’s hair is now purple free and is back to the red that suits him so well. Harry’s bet had ended quite awhile ago, but he had decided that he liked the change, and left the streaks in his black hair.

It was now around mid-November and the students were starting to get in panic mode for their exams the next month. Hermione spent some private time with Blaise and Draco twice a week each, leaving her three days to study alone or to spend some time with Harry and Ron....which consequently was spent...studying.

After a grueling study and work load from the professor’s for the week, Hermione, Harry, Ginny, Ron, Blaise, and Draco sat in the far corner of the library, planing their next prank.

“So did Dobby say he would do it for us Harry?” Ginny asked.

“And he won’t say anything..right?” Blaise asked.

“Yes, Dobby agreed to do it...and no, he won’t say anything,” Harry grinned answering them both.

“So the dried potion looks like a pepper, so remember to actually use some so the students don’t suspect we did it,” Hermione reminded them, “and not to put any of the pepper on the faculty table,” she added remembering the promise to Professor Snape.

“How long did you say the effects last?” Ron asked.

“Two days,” Ginny replied.

“Then we should lay off the pranks until after Christmas,” Hermione said, “exams will be coming up right before the break.”

“Which will give us enough time to come up with more,” Ginny grinned mischievously.

Harry and Ron started to gather up their books now that their prankster meeting was over. “We should go Gin, we have quidditch practice in about a half hour,” Ron said. “You coming ‘Mione?”

“No, I have a meeting with the Head Boy right away,” she replied. “Are you two staying here?” she asked looking to Draco and Blaise who sat on the one side facing them.

“We’ll be here awhile yet. Ancient Runes and Muggle Studies due on Monday,” Draco sighed getting up to get more books.

“I’ll see you later then,” Hermione said leaning over the table to give Blaise a kiss to the lips. “Love you,” she softly said.

“Love you too,” he grinned, reaching up to steal another kiss. “Later?”

“Yes, bring a change of clothes with you,” she replied, then got up in search of Draco.

She found him in the Ancient Runes section of the library, then wrapped her arms around his waist from behind. “You leaving then?” he asked turning around to return her embrace.

“Yes. See you tomorrow?” she asked.

“Yeah, most likely,” he grinned, giving her a kiss to the lips. “We still on for Hogsmeade tomorrow?”

She nodded her head, then leaned in for another kiss, her hands going around his neck, her fingers tangling in the blonde silky strands. They broke away from the kiss when the need for much needed oxygen came up. She tightened her arms around him, pressing her body close to his. “Love you Drake,” she softly said by his ear, then left his arms, and left the library.

Draco stood there, surprise evident on his face. He grabbed the books he had picked for his essay, then went back to the table. Blaise looked up to see the stunned look on Draco’s face. “Something wrong Draco?” he asked worriedly.

Draco sat heavily in his chair. “She loves me,” he said bewildered.

“You’re just figuring that out,” Blaise grinned, “it shows in how she touches us, talks to us.”

“She just told me after she kissed me,” Draco replied.

While Draco was coming back to the table, they didn’t notice the library door open by itself as an invisible someone came closer to the table to hear the last part of the conversation.

“Do you love her?” Blaise asked. Hermione stood there under the disillusionment spell waiting for Draco’s answer.

“Yes, have for quite awhile now,” Draco sighed, “it’s just too bad that Weasel and Scarhead are part of the package though,” he grinned.

“They’re not that bad,” Blaise laughed, sticking up for his new friends.

“So do you think she’ll like what we’re getting her for Christmas?” Draco asked, changing the topic as he got out a fresh piece of parchment.

“Yes, I do,” Blaise replied, “do you know her plans for the holidays yet?”

“No. She hasn’t mentioned anything to me yet,” Draco said then sat very still. “Uh...Blaise....is that your hand on my thigh?” he whispered.

“I was going to ask you the same thing,” Blaise said quietly, then gave a soft moan when he felt a hand at the front of his jeans slowly getting a rise out of his cock.

“Fuck....that feels ...good,” Draco said quietly as an invisible hand pressed harder on his growing erection.

They each moved further forward on their chairs as they saw their zippers being lowered on their jeans. They looked around at the nearly deserted library, then looked down at their laps to see their erections freed from the confining denim.

Blaise felt warm hands grip his cock, slowly stroking the hardened flesh. “This looks so weird,” he said seeing his cock moving on it’s own.

“Yeah...but gods it feels good,” Draco groaned. “Fuck,” he said suddenly between clenched teeth as he felt a wet tongue lick around the head.

Blaise looked down at Draco’s erection, the head of his cock getting more and more wet as the tongue worked around the head. He leaned over towards Draco. “She’s pretty good at that, isn’t she?” he whispered into the blonde’s ear.

“Yes,” Draco panted reaching under the table until his fingers found her head, pulling her mouth down further on his shaft.

“That looks so fucking hot,” Blaise moaned, breathing heavy himself as Hermione stroked his length. “Should we give her more incentive?” he whispered in Draco’s ear, so only he could hear.

Draco looked to Blaise, then down at his cock. He licked his lips as he saw the pre-cum glistening on the engorged head. “How?” he mouthed looking back into Blaise’s heavy lidded eyes.

Blaise leaned over again to whisper in Draco’s ear. “One of her fantasies is to be with both of us...see us together,” he said, then gave a soft moan when her thumb slid over the head of his cock.

Draco closed his eyes and grew even harder hearing Blaise moan in his ear. He tightened the hold in her hair as he pushed back the chair so she could look up at them, then twisted his upper body to reach up to Blaise’s neck to pull him closer, crushing his lips to his in a desperate, hungry kiss.

Hermione was looking up, watching Draco and Blaise, while she began to lick the head of Draco’s erection again. She saw Blaise lean over to whisper something in the other’s ear, his lips in kissing distance. When Draco had pulled Blaise’s head closer for the heated kiss, she almost came herself. She took him deep in her mouth, moving her wet lips up and down his length while she stroked Blaise’s cock at the same rhythm. She felt Draco’s fingers tightening in her hair and his hips bucking up to meet her lips and knew he was very close. She drew back a bit to give a little suction while she scraped her piercing around the sensitive head, as her hand stroked by the base.

Draco drew back from Blaise’s lips for much needed air, his breathing heavy against his friends cheek. “Mmmm....faster,” he panted, then moaned as Blaise’s lips found his again, thankfully muffling the groan as Draco shuddered through his orgasm, shooting his cum deep in Hermione’s mouth. He felt a tongue lick him clean, then felt cool air on his exposed cock. He opened his eyes when he heard Blaise’s breathing quicken, then looked down to see Blaise’s cock get wetter and wetter as the invisible tongue worked on him.

“I’m not going to last,” Blaise panted as his fingers went to Hermione’s hair, pulling her mouth down more. “Fuck...Mya....deeper,” he moaned softly.

“Gods...Blaise...you look good like that,” Draco huskily said as he leaned forward to lick his neck. He then felt invisible fingers link through his at Blaise’s thigh. He wanted to see Blaise come apart, hear him moan as he came. He leaned closer to press his lips to his neck, nibbling onto the skin, sucking it into his mouth.

Blaise’s head went back, giving Draco more access to his neck as he thrust up into Hermione’s mouth. She knew just what he liked as his orgasm built closer and closer. He felt the stud graze along the underside of his length as her lips moved faster, up and down on his cock, almost swallowing him whole when she came back down.

Draco pulled Blaise’s head back down and latched his lips to his right before he knew that he was going to cry out as he came. He plunged his tongue into Blaise’s mouth, swallowing Blaise’s moan, then felt the leg tense under his and Hermione’s hand as he erupted into Hermione’s mouth. He looked down to see Blaise’s cock slowly appear as her mouth moved up, then saw the head of his cock twitch as he imagined her tongue giving one last swipe.

Blaise and Draco sat back in an orgasmic afterglow, slowly coming back down to earth. Blaise reached down under the table and felt nothing. “I think she’s gone,” he sighed.

Hermione stood back and smiled as she watched her two men’s faces looking flushed and thoroughly satisfied. Her breath hitched when Blaise had leaned over to place a gentle kiss to Draco’s lips, then watched as they straightened out their clothing. She sighed, then quietly left the library to take care of herself....maybe to try out a little birthday present that the Slytherin girls gave her.

Blaise saw the library door open then close and knew she had left. “Should we go find her?” he asked looking over at Draco’s still flushed face.

“Not quite yet,” Draco grinned. “Does she really have fantasies with us two together?” he asked.

“Yeah, she told me a few months ago, after you kissed me in the Great Hall,” Blaise replied smiling at the memory.

“Should we?” Draco asked.

Blaise smirked over to Draco, “I wouldn’t mind it,” he said after thinking it over for about two seconds.

“When?”

“How about Christmas?”

“We could invite her to the manor for Christmas,” Draco said warming to the idea.

“Your father won’t mind her, and my family there?” Blaise asked.

“No, I don’t think so. My father’s views on muggle borns have changed dramatically. He knows of Hermione’s Head Girl status and that she’s one of the smartest witches to grace the Halls of Hogwarts. And your parents have already accepted the invitation to come to the manor for Christmas and to attend our annual Christmas ball,” Draco grinned. “To make sure, I’ll send father an owl to see if it’s alright. They already know that Hermione, you, and I are in a relationship, so it won’t seem strange in asking if she could come.”

“How did they find out?”

“Pansy,” Draco sighed, “who else?”

The two of them then went up to Hermione’s rooms to maybe return the favor, but changed their minds when they saw her laying asleep on the couch. She had changed into a loose fitting pair of lounge pants that lay low on her hips and a loose fitting t-shirt. It looked like she had fallen asleep while reading one of her new books with Teega curled up at her side.

“Do you think we should wake her?” Draco asked as he pet Teega’s head.

“No, let her sleep. She’s been up pretty late most nights studying and keeping us occupied,” Blaise grinned. “We’ll put her to bed though...more comfortable.”

Blaise leaned down and put his arms behind her knees and back to lift her up, kissing her forehead as she put her arms around his neck, snuggling her face into his neck. He laid her in the middle of the bed, leaning over to place a soft kiss to her lips. “Night Mya,” he whispered. He looked to Draco who was gazing intently down at her. “You coming Drake?” he asked.

“Hmm?” Draco hummed coming out of his daze. “Oh...no, I’m going to stay if that’s okay with you?” he replied.

“Sure Drake, I’ll see you tomorrow then,” Blaise said. He looked carefully at his best friend and saw the confusion in his eyes, then realized he was still kind of shell shocked that Hermione told him that she loved him. He took the step or two closer to Draco. “You deserve it Drake,” he said giving him a kiss to the mouth.

“No I don’t Blaise,” Draco said shaking his head, “I’ve been nothing but a bloody git to her over the years.”

“Mya’s not the type of person to say she loves someone that carelessly,” Blaise said.

“You two going to join me? If not you’re keeping me awake,” Hermione said sleepily looking up at them with one eye barely open.

Draco stripped down to his boxers and crawled onto the bed, putting his one arm around Hermione’s waist, bringing her back against his chest. Blaise lay the blanket on top of them, then quietly left the room. Draco leaned up on his elbow as he gazed down at Hermione’s face. He couldn’t believe the way he felt when she said those three words...exhilarated and warm. He leaned down to kiss the side of her neck. “I love you too ‘Mione,” he said softly then lay his head on the pillow close to hers where he fell almost instantly asleep.

Hermione snuggled back more in his arms and smiled to herself when he said that he loved her.


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