Untitled D-G-B Smut

D-B-V Smut
In other words Untitled

To comply with the disclaimer policy I state the following: I am not JKR. These are her original characters. I just happen to love dabbeling in their love lives. I am not rich. I am not from Scotland. I do not own them I just want to pet...play, I mean play with them *grins*.........enjoy! R&R!!!!

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Ginny Weasley Apparated into the foyer of Malfoy Manor at 5:55 pm precisely. Draco Malfoy had sent her an owl earlier that afternoon demanding that she meet with him and Blaise Zabini at exactly 6 pm. She knew from experience that he got very pissy if you were even a minute late. So to avoid one of his long winded lectures about punctuality she always made sure she was at least five minutes early.

‘Arrogant git’ she thought as she removed her traveling cloak and handed it to the waiting house elf. Demanding her presence. No explanations. No excuses.

“Master will be ready for you shortly, Mistress,” the elf squeaked before disappearing.

Ginny was already having a bad day and Draco’s summons had done nothing to improve her mood. Ginny started her job at the ministry just a month after graduating from Hogwarts, her department specializing in developing charms, hexes and defenses against them.

Now two months later she was already working with her second partner. The first requesting a transfer out of the department after suffering severe injuries from some of the hexes Ginny had developed. It wasn’t Ginny’s fault that the girl hadn’t been quick enough. Even her basic shielding charms had been rubbish. Blaise had assured Ginny that it wasn’t her fault while Draco had expressed his disgust that the girl had even been hired for a position she was obviously unqualified for.

Ginny’s new partner was a 30-something woman who had been in a committed relationship with the two wizards for the last ten years. She had a wicked sense of humor and always sharing colorful stories about her boyfriends. Her charms and hexes were some of the best Ginny had ever seen. They worked very well together and got along fabulously. In the short time since they’d been partnered up they had developed an easy and solid friendship.

She always had a comment when Draco and/or Blaise stopped by to see Ginny. After they would leave she would give a blow-by-blow of just what she thought Ginny should do with and to them.

Today they had been testing some of the newer charms and hexes they had developed, Ginny drew defense for today. So she had spent the better part of her afternoon getting her ass royally kicked by her partner. They had just called it a day when Draco’s owl had arrived.

‘Need to come up with some better defenses against those hexes,’ she thought, making a mental note.

Before Draco’s owl had arrived she had been looking forward to a hot bath, a glass of wine, a good book, and bed. When she’d received Draco’s note she was more than a little annoyed, all of her plans for the evening ruined.

Thinking back to the contents of Draco’s note Ginny could feel herself becoming irritated once again.

Ginny,

Blaise and I require your presence at the Manor this evening. Be here at 6 pm don’t be late and No excuses.

Draco

‘I could have had a date for all they knew,’ she thought morosely.

Yea right, she hadn’t been on a proper date since she her fifth year at Hogwart’s. She had dated Dean Thomas during her fifth year and they had a rather nasty break up right before the leaving feast at the end of the year. It was just a week into the first term of her sixth year that Draco and Blaise had entered her life and nothing had been the same since.

The three had formed a strange but workable friendship in her sixth year. It was the first weekend after term had begun that they had come upon her struggling to get away from a drunken Dean Thomas during their patrol. The two boys had quickly pulled Dean off of her and after a short scuffle Dean had hit the floor unconscious. When they had started to take her to Gryffindor Tower, Ginny had panicked at the thought of having to deal with Ron and his overprotective instincts. In the end they had taken the shaken girl back to Draco’s head boy room and watched over her the entire night long.

Over the next few months the three unlikely friends had become nearly inseparable. Draco and Ginny traded insults and hexes with a rapid fire intensity while Blaise and Ginny flirted and traded innuendo laden remarks in a friendly banter. To say that the rest of the school didn’t understand their relationship would be an understatement, it was a strange friendship but it worked well for the three of them.

The three had began a prank war with the Golden Trio and the two Slytherins wit and sense of humor matched perfectly with her own warped, mischievous nature long nurtured by her twin brothers. In fact she had talked Draco and Blaise into enlisting the twins help for their finest and last prank of the year. Fred and George had come through with flying colors, supplying them with some of the more questionable ingredients they required.

She had taken to sitting at the Slytherin table with them at dinner; the night of the leaving feast Ginny with the help of Winky to slip a potion into the trio’s goblets. Sitting between the two handsome Slytherins, they watched the trio, trying not to be too conspicuous.

The three Gryffindor’s had begun walking out of the Great Hall after their last leaving feast when all three stopped suddenly, before everyone’s eyes they changed. Harry turned into a white rabbit, sporting a large watch on his arm along with a vest and jacket, his fluffy bunny tail showing for everyone to see. Hermione’s clothes had changed from her school uniform to a girlish blue dress with a white apron, white tights and black patent leather shoes. Ron, poor Ron, he had grown an ample bosom , and his clothes changed from his uniform shirt and pants into a heavy black velvet gown trimmed in red hearts and his once red hair was now jet black and done up in an elegant bun and topped off with a golden crown with red hearts all around it.

The entire hall was silent, shocked to see three characters from ‘Alice in Wonderland’ that stood before them. Just as the first peals of laughter began the watch on Harry’s wrist began buzz like an obnoxious alarm clock, Harry looked at the watch and then ran towards the doors.

He started singing, “I’m late, I’m late, for a very important date. No time to say hello, goodbye, I’m late, I’m late, I’m late.”

Hermione started to chase after him yelling, “Come back Mr. Rabbit!”

Ron looked furious that his two companions had left him behind chased after them yelling, “Off with their heads! Off with their heads!”

As the sound of laughter rang out through the hall the three jokesters had collapsed against one another. Laughing so hard they clung to one another trying to keep each other from falling out of their seats. That had been the first time she’d felt it.

Sandwiched between the hard bodies of Draco and Blaise she had felt the first stirrings of attraction and desire. She was leaning against Blaise her back to his chest her head thrown back against his shoulder; she could feel his warm breath against her ear as he laughed. With his arm angled down her back his hand rested on her hip, the palm of his other hand was lying flat over her belly button. Draco’s head rested on her shoulder, his nose bumping against her neck as he shook with laughter. He had one arm slung across the top of her shoulders and his other arm crossed in front of her with his hand on her other hip wrapping her in a loose hug.

As their laughter began to fade Ginny felt a tightening in her chest as she became aware of the heat from their bodies, her nipples hardened and her body burned where there hands touched her. Their unique scents surrounded and filled her senses causing her nerves to tingle and she felt the stirrings of desire in her belly for both of them.

‘Oh no, best not to go there,’ she reprimanded herself sharply; ‘They are your friends, nothing more!’ But the rebuke didn’t stop her traitorous body from feeling the now familiar but forbidden stirrings of desire.

She continued to scold herself about the proper way one should feel about their friends, this silly attraction to the two men who had become her best friends was nothing more than the normal female reaction to two good looking men. Right? It’s only natural to appreciate their good qualities and tolerate some of their more annoying ones.

Yet there were times she questioned why they were more often in hers and each others company than not. Both men had been known to date casually, usually when required to attend some social event or another. But several times during her final year and more often since her graduation one or both of them would ask her to accompany them on those occasions.

For a short time after they had first befriended her she had wondered if they were together. Those first months she had observed them closely looking for any sign that they were a couple. She never saw any signs to indicate they were so she shrugged off the feeling and never thought about it again. Well, not often at any rate.

As she wondered around the foyer looking at the many tapestries portraying scenes from Draco’s families’ history, she continued to try and talk some sense into herself regarding her two favorite Slytherins. To quench the desire for them that seemed to be present more and more when she was in their company and often times when she wasn’t. She really, really needed to find a boyfriend before she made herself crazy with these thoughts.

Playing devils advocate she tried to picture the dynamics of their friendship if she were to date one or the other of them. The problem was she could not picture one without the other, in her mind they were a matching set, two halves of one whole. She could never see one of them without seeing the other, it would just never work and in all honesty she could never choose one over the other.

Its best just to keep their friendship on an even keel and when the time came that one or both of them entered a serious relationship she hoped that she could find the strength to graciously step back and let them be happy. That was what she ultimately wanted for her friends. She knew that they deserved to find happiness and she loved them both enough to let them go when the time came, she hoped.

Just the thought of Draco or Blaise in the arms of another woman caused a pain so severe her chest ached and she had trouble catching her breath. That’s when it hit her, she loved them, she loved both of them. Not just Draco and not just Blaise but Draco and Blaise both. It was not the deep affection one felt for a friend, but as a woman loves a man or in this case two men.

‘Oh Gods, this couldn’t be happening to her,’ her brain screamed, ‘No! Not again!’

She had spent years getting over her childish crush on Harry Potter. At the time she had thought herself in love, and perhaps she was. But the pain of his continued ignorance of her feelings and not returning them forced her to move on. And she did move on but the pain of her unrequited love had been very real and she swore she’d never allow that to happen to her again.

Turning away from the tapestry she had been staring at but not seeing, ‘I have to get out of here!’ Her mind screamed at her.

She couldn’t face them, not tonight, not with her heart beating erratically, her mind filled with her new insights to her true feelings. She had to have time to cope with her discovery. To develop a way to mask those feelings, for nothing good could possibly come from them. And no matter what she was selfish enough to know that she wasn’t ready to give them up just yet.

Not even bothering to retrieve her cloak she grabbed her wand and was preparing to Disapparate when she heard someone clearing their throat behind her. Turning quickly she released her breath when she realized it was a house elf and not Draco or Blaise. Her relief was short lived when the house elf grabbed her hand and started leading her further into the house.

“Master Draco said to show you into the parlor,” the elf squeaked in a high pitched voice.

“NO!” Ginny protested trying to dig her feet in to stop the house elf from leading her any closer to where Draco and Blaise were waiting for her.

“I just remembered something I must do. I was just leaving,” she pulled harder against the elf, who had a surprisingly strong grip. “I must go. Please tell Draco and Blaise that ….Let Go!”

The house elf just looked back at her before tugging her forward again causing her to stumble. “Tabby must bring Mistress to Master Draco and Master Blaise.”

The elf stopped in front of a door she knew well. It led to the parlor she had spent many evenings in with Draco and Blaise. Opening the door the elf pushed her through and closed the door behind her. Turning quickly she tried to turn the knob and escape before they saw her but it was locked.

Hearing noises and hushed voices behind her she turned around once again. The sight in front of her caused her breath to leave her body as she stood there gapping.

They stood in front of her, close to the fireplace, not even noticing she was there yet. They were beautiful, so beautiful it hurt to look at them.

For there in front of her stood Draco and Blaise, with their arms wrapped around each other. They were whispering and giving one another kisses between their words, and her heart broke right then and there.

She stood transfixed, unable to stop staring at the sight before her eyes. Draco was wearing a green silk shirt and black jeans while Blaise was dressed all in black, from his silk shirt to his jeans. Both of them had their shirts unbuttoned their bare chests pressed together and their long hair was unbound and floated freely past their shoulders.

She could feel all the blood leave her head in shock, even as desire pooled in her belly. She tried to take in much needed oxygen but somehow she forgot exactly how that little trick worked. She felt her vision starting to fade as she reached behind her feeling for the door knob trying to escape the scene that was both erotic and heartbreaking at the same time.

They must have finally heard her because they both turned their heads and looked at her. Their eyes met hers and had she been capable of rational thought she would have seen both desire and fear in their beautiful orbs.

Her mouth opened and closed, whether she was trying to breath or speak she wasn’t sure but she was incapable of either. After several tries her hand grasped the door knob, giving the knob several sharp turns, the door still wouldn’t open and the three of them had not broken eye contact.

They saw her shock and her attempts to leave; they pulled away from one another and started to walk towards her. Moving cautiously as if they were trying to corner a wild animal, afraid to startle her, they softly called her name.

Her eyes darted to her right frantically searching for an escape. When none was found her eyes swung to her left and found the same thing. She could feel herself pulling in shallow gulps of air but it did nothing to ease her light headedness and her ears were ringing loudly.

When they were nearly to her when she finally heard them speaking to her.

“Ginny? Sweetheart?” Questioned Blaise.

“Deep breaths darling,” Draco instructed her.

When they were close enough to touch her everything began to fade but she finally found her voice, “Oh, crap!”