The Investigation of the Missing Knickers

Title: The Investigating of the Missing Knickers
Author: KurtCouper
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Hermione/Draco/Blaise
Disclaimer: Nothing is mine.
Summary: Once old lovers, a trio meet up again.

Draco enveloped himself further into his thick wool overcoat as another glacial gust of wind penetrated his skin. When he stepped out of his apartment earlier that morning, the blonde didn't realize exactly how chilly it was. Even the trees seemed to be trembling underneath their ice crystalline layer. The brisk walk to town was frequently halted by the powerful squalls that nearly knocked him off his feet. Gazing at the sky wearily, he noticed exactly how much it looked like snow. At a rapid pace,-because Malfoy's do not run-he made his way to his destination and was ecstatic when he saw the aged wooden sign of the café.

"Good morning, Mr. Malfoy," a waitress smiled as she looked up from cleaning a table.

"Hello Gloria," he greeted. Taking off the over coat and placing it over his folded arm, he ran his fingers through his tousled and damp hair.

"May I take that?" the young woman asked and pointed to his jacket. He nodded.

"You amaze me sometimes, Gloria. Why not just use magic?" he asked as she hung the article of clothing up on the rack. "It would be easier."

Shaking her head, she let another smile tug at the corner of her lips. "Every time you ask me that question, Mr. Malfoy, and every time I tell you the same thing. My mother always told me that there's something to say about doing things yourself."

"And every time I answer you with the same thing: your mother was old fashion." Raising his wand, he cleaned the table she was working on. "And I won't tell you one more time. My name is Draco; call me that."

She huffed at the clean table and straightened her clothes with play-indignation. Draco smirked at her in amusement. She was an adorable little thing.

"Your usual, Mr. Malfoy?" At his aggravated headshake, she gave a saucy grin. "I'll get to it right away."

He rolled his eyes and then made his way to his usual booth hidden in the dark corner of the shop. Blaise was waiting for him, idly reading a book. The dark brunette’s beautiful face was covered in shadow, but Draco knew that his startling indigo eyes were watching him secretly. This provoked an inner smirk.

Sitting down beside the other boy, he leaned in close to his ear. "Hey," Draco said huskily, trying to keep his voice down to a whisper. Though no one else was in the shop yet, he knew Blaise liked the intimacy of it all. The stuffed cushion squished underneath his arse and Draco scooted close enough that his bare arm could brush against the dark Italian's own tan arm.

"Hey yourself," he smiled darkly, but kept his eyes glued to the novel in his hands.

Gloria brought him his Caramel Macchiato with a small scone. Thanking her, he deeply inhaled the rich aroma of his drink. The caramel fragrance mingled with Blaise's musky scent creating a fabulous medley. Draco wanted nothing more than to pour the Caramel Macchiato over his bare skin, so he could combine the two flavors together on his pallet. However, he was in public, he recognized, as a couple seated themselves a few tables ahead of them.

Shaking himself out of fantasy, Draco noticed the small lines imprinted on his forehead. "What book are you reading?" he asked, interested, while he sipped his drink.

Blaise dog-eared the page he was reading and set the novel down. Stealing a bit of his own Mocha Valencia, he licked the heavy cream off his lips. "It's Muggle," he said flippantly.

"All the things you seem to read these days are Muggle, Zabini," Draco replied in a bored tone.

"And you never seem to read," Blaise bit back with a knowing grin.

Draco huffed. "We both know I'm terribly impatient. I get bored with them so easily," the blonde dismissed. "But you seem so fascinated with it." He brought a hand down below the table, tracing abstract circles on his friend's thigh. "I'd rather your attention be on something more...important."

The dark haired man tucked away the novel on the corner of the dark table and settled his eyes on the blonde. A secret smile was on his lips as he stared at the man in front of him. Blaise noticed the crystal drops on the edge of Draco's hair. Streaming the strands with closed fists, the moisture bled into his palm and melted.

"Miss me?" Draco asked impishly, a dark glinting in his pale gray eyes. His fingers crawled closer to the prize inside the pants, gently tracing the imprint of the man's slacks.

"You know I did," he whispered lowly. The blonde shivered as the hot breath tickled his neck. "Two weeks, Draco," Blaise softly said, moaning when Draco palmed his hardening member. The friction sent pleasant chills down his arms.

"It's been two weeks of hell, Draco," Blaise growled. "You're not leaving my bed or going on another business trip for a year."

Draco bit his lower lip, hoping to keep his groan muffled. The Italian's dominant side always got to him. Nuzzling his face to Draco's neck, Blaise scraped his blunt teeth over the lobe of his ear. Malfoy shuddered as the other boy lathered the worried flesh with his tongue.

A fire settled into his lower stomach while the Slytherin moved his ebony head lower. His mouth stumbled upon the side of the blonde's neck, nipping the sensitive skin there. Biting his own lip, Draco blankly looked out into the cafe. The fire within him burned brighter knowing that everyone was going along with their business, while he and Blaise were going along with their dirty deed.

Suddenly, Zabini stopped his treatment and pulled away from him. He chuckled as he saw the twin dots of cheery rising on Draco's upper cheeks. His normal gray eyes swirled a burnt charcoal.

"You started it," the Italian reasoned with a sound too perky for the blonde to handle. Draco sneered at the damn man beside of him.

Taking a deep breath to clear his heavy thoughts, Draco sipped his drink slowly, letting the liquid run over his taste buds. A bell chimed by the door, signaling that people were entering the cafe. Ignoring the annoying ring, he swallowed his drink. But as he did, he heard a distinctive laugh that set all his nerves rigid.

"Draco..." Blaise trailed off. "Look," he said softly. "It's..."

The blonde stared in disbelieve at the brunette walking in with a crowd full of faceless men. She looked good, he figured, as he took her in. She grew up, obviously- it had been at least five years since they had seen each other.

Her hair had lightened and thinned out, framing her creamy complexion very nicely. It was also straighter than he ever remembered. A cut-off jean skirt hung tightly off her hipbones, frays of material left at the edge that barely hit her lower thighs. Figuring her, Draco mused that she reconstructed the skirt from something else. She was always crafty like that. An old band t-shirt, faded from multiple washes, flared out loosely around her torso. It was a band he never heard of, something about a benetar.

"Granger," Draco simply said, keeping his face a void.

"She looks...she looks good," Blaise complimented his voice in awe. "Merlin, it's been forever...since, well, the morning after graduation."

Draco nodded mutely and remembered the day Blaise spoke of and the hundreds of nights before it. Eyes glazed over, their thoughts seemed to go astray. Both were lost in memories of tumbled sheets, sloppy kisses, and the smug ability to fit three sweaty bodies on Snape's mahogany desk. A fuzzy smile made its way to Blaise's lips that he shared slyly with the boy beside him.

The Gryffindor princess sat angled to the Slytherins, positioned between Potter and Wesley. Their backs were thankfully turned, so Draco could only view their Muggle clothing. He smiled softly as he heard her laugh. An exploding smile brightened up her face to a point that he had to look away. Taking a gulp of his Caramel Macchiato, the blonde tried to burn away his vision of her quick arm touch to Potter.

"It's hard to believe that she was ours for a year," Blaise observed.

Chills ran slowly down his spine when the word ours hit his eardrum. Five years ago, but it seemed like a millennium to him. Though he could still taste the trio's intermingled scent on his lower lip, parts of their relationship (if one could call anything that passionate, debauched, and carnal that) blurred away in his mind. The more he tried to remember, the more objects would disappear. He'd already forgotten her raspy voice that came after a wild night of fiery sex or the way she fit beside him in such a way that he could even feel Blaise's breath. He could recollect the way she wrinkled her nose as she thought to her and bit the left corner of her lip when she was nervous or uncomfortable that left the delicate flesh close to bleeding.

If anyone saw them all together (Blaise the introspective and loving one, Hermione the compassionate and sensible one, and Draco the impulsive and fiery one.), they would see how they all worked out. Fitting like puzzle pieces, it was a wonder that they never found each other (though Blaise and Draco had themselves all along) before seventh year. But being Head Boy gave Blaise all sorts of advantages: a private room, shared living area with the Head Girl, and of course, a forced relationship between the two heads for good work ethic. It was just a matter of time before Hermione found out about the boys' relationship and just a little bit more until they convinced her into their own decadent and wanton liaison.

A refined chuckle woke him from his reflection. Potter must have told a funny joke, he reasoned, from the smiling Granger. Gloria brought the group their order and Hermione pleasantly thanked the young woman.

The former Head Boy gave a sharp look to the blonde. "You know, I'll never understand why we just had to leave that morning. Things could have been different, you know," he paused and stole a glance at his friend. "We really didn't have to-"

"It wouldn't have last," Draco said sternly, interrupting him. "And it was five years ago. I think it's time to get over it." Blaise nodded silently and resumed to his devious smirk that was hidden behind his orange flavored froth. Draco continued watching Granger inconspicuously.

With his intense eyes, he could notice a slip in her demeanor. Blinking sideways, she crossed her legs one way and then the other. Discreetly, she checked under the table with a furrowed brow, but came back to the surface with nothing. Whirling her head to the side so fast that tendrils of hair whipped into her lip gloss, she stared straight into the eyes of the deadly panther. A surprised appearance entered her face as he swore the direction of her glower was in his general direction. But his vicinity was covered in shadow and she shouldn't be able to see.

Time went by and Potter and Wesley stood up, signifying their departure. Hermione gave the weasel a kiss on the cheek and a brief hug. When she came towards Potter, he picked her up and swirled her around. Giggles escaped her cherry lips and she begged him to put her down. The brunette playfully slapped the-boy-who-wouldn't-die's arm as she gave him a peck on the cheek.

"I need to go to the loo," she excused with an embarrassed grin. "I'll catch up with you two later," Draco heard from straining his ear.

Walking opposite from the washrooms, she walked with heated steps. The men were surprised at the direction she steered for and Draco nearly stopped breathing when she halted before them. Stomping in front of the corner table, Granger crossed her arms with indignation under her breasts.

"Why if it isn't Miss Granger," Blaise greeted softly, sipping his Mocha Valencia as if it wasn't five years since they've last seen each other.

"Hello boys," her voice started smoothly, caressing the Slytherin Prince's thick flesh like a cool silk.

"Granger," Malfoy nodded vacuously, sneering his lips at the corner for looks. The Italian curved his own into a grin.

"What service could I do you for, cara?" Blaise asked huskily.

Hermione placed closed fists on her hips, giving them a look to be reckoned for. "I'd like what's mine please."

Draco raised a delicate eyebrow from her statement. With a prominent cough from the man sitting next to him, the blonde twisted a look towards him. Hermione zoned her eyes on the smirking brunette and expectantly tapped her foot. "What'd you do?" Draco whispered quietly over his shoulder. With a devilish shrug from Blaise, the blonde turned back toward the girl who seemed lost between a gentle smile of nostalgia and a facade of annoyance.

"He stole my knickers, that's what he did," she told the Slytherin Prince. With her small nose turned upwards, she reminded him of an adorable puppy. The freckles around her eyes wrinkled slightly as if she was studying something difficult that she couldn't quite grasp.

"Don't you think you're coming on a little strong there, Granger?" Draco started smugly. "Maybe you just forgot to put them on this morning. Feeling naughty?" came his guttural words.

Her cheeks turned a light crimson as she deeply inhaled. Oh how his heated words were true. Throwing back her still slightly bushy hair, flustered, Hermione cleared her throat.

"Don't even try, Malfoy. I swear-"

Interrupting to stop a fight, "If you say I stole your knickers..." Blaise titled his head inquiringly and slowly licked his full bottom lip. "Why don't you try to find them then."

With his suggested tone, she was taken back, but supplied his challenge with heavy action. "Play it that way," she mumbled to herself and walked slowly to Blaise's lap. Her hips rolled as she moved towards him, almost predatorily, and she inched her jean skirt up centimeter by centimeter. Blaise unconsciously parted his legs open when she stopped at his feet. Draco waited motionlessly as she raked her lip through her teeth and ran her slender fingers in her hair, tousling all tendrils around her slightly flushed face. Pushing the Muggle skirt high enough, she swung a smooth leg over his lap. The former Head Girl straddled Blaise's upper thighs, clenching her muscles around him to secure herself.

A thin silver chain fell into the man's face as she bent herself over him. "I know you have them," she whispered into his ear, her cheek resting against his soft, dark hair. She palmed the sides of his legs, rubbing small circles up to the tip of his pockets. Her hips reflexively gyrated into his pelvis as she slipped her hand into his empty pockets. She continued to palm his thigh through the material.

He groaned into her hair, pieces flying away from his parted lips. "A little to the left," he smiled against her head.

Hermione pushed her forehead deeper into his shoulder as she lightly brushed over the growing shaft in his slacks. Feeling his sudden sharp intake of breath, she quickly pulled her hand from his pocket. Breathing heavy herself, she snuck an unsure glance sideways. Blaise was looking at Draco, himself, so all she saw was his murky indigo eyes shining in the light.

"I don't know what I'm doing," she said so softly that even Blaise didn't understand her mumbled words. His head turned suddenly, but he missed her already turned eyes.

With one hand grasping his bicep for balance, she scooted herself higher onto his lap. Hermione's naked wetness settled straight over him, seeping lightly on his pants. She first ran her hand up his shirt, caressing the soft clothing. Once his shirt rose up on his chest, she rubbed his velvety flesh with her warm palm. Her fingers trickled down his muscles and across his sharp hipbones and around to his arse.

Blaise was burning inside, drowning in her flames that she caused him. Every touch that glided over his skin felt imbedded deep with in him, as if years later he could still see the rings of her fingerprints on his skin. He never wanted the feeling to end.

"I've missed you," he whispered into her curls, kissing the auburn mass gently. "We both have," and his voice is even quieter now. "But Draco won't admit it."

She nuzzles her forehead against his collar and smiles lazily. "I still want my knickers." He laughed, the sound echoing off his chest, making her actually look at him. She could see her reflection in his cloudy eyes and she couldn't even admit how much she missed that. Goosebumps multiplied on her arms.

"Do try to restrict those hormones, children," Draco chided in a bored and rather disdained voice. Both stopped their actions and looked curiously at the blonde. "One would think you both were deprived, though I can account for one who isn't." He eased a hard eye over the desperate form of his lover. Hermione produced a blush high on her cheek bones while Blaise smoothed her tresses with his fingers.

"Why are you being such an arse?" she asked him quietly, feeling seventeen again-shy and twisted between his high count sheets, biting her lip in virgin anticipation and not knowing how things fit.

Inside, he wanted to tell her how he didn't want hopes to burst like the last time they were all in this situation or how much he wanted to feel her tight wetness surrounding him, burning him from the inside. Because the night of graduation, fire whiskey was running high in all their systems and not everyone knew what was clearly happening. But he did because who can't hold liquor better than a Malfoy. And burnt as clear as day, the blonde remembers Hermione lying in between the trio, her leg curled around his and Blaise's intermingled with all of theirs. The sheet was rough that night, tearing against the hard patches of his calluses. Damp with perspiration, it stuck to the back of his legs and dug into his heels. Hermione's arm lay over his ribs, slightly impairing his breathing, but as she cuddled further into his body-her cold feet pressed against his warm calf’s-she whispered something so low that it took him years to truly decipher: "I love you." Visions swirled in his head throughout the night, disabling him from precious sleep. Granger in a white gown; a tiny baby with frizzy black hair and chubby cheeks, smiling; three rings made of silver; and three words needing to be said, but him speechless and alone.

"Don't mind him, cara. He's been without any for two weeks," Blaise whispered harshly over Hermione's head which was protectively nuzzled under his chin. The Gryffindor princess snuggled further into his comforting embrace. She tried to remind herself that she was not seventeen, but twenty-two: successful and mature and not vulnerable enough to be tricked into a damn game that only Malfoy's can perfect. Breathing gently, Hermione shook her head slightly.

"And it will be three weeks if he keeps it up," Blaise finally finished with an oily smirk upon his face.

Draco's cock throbbed at the thought of Blaise withholding sex from him. "How kinky," Draco whispered, his eyes darkening to a deep, stormy gray. Blaise chuckled, his breath hot against Hermione's forehead. She felt

"You two are still..." Hermione asked, almost enthralled by the familiar appearance of Draco turned on. A heated blush was growing upon his face while his pupils were dilating, making only a small rim of gray float in a sea of black.

"Never stopped," Draco grinned, rubbing his tongue on the edge of his teeth.

"Never, uh, never stopped?" Hermione breathed, her hips rocking against Blaise's. Wonderful, lustful images-past and future, real and imaginary- entered her mind. Licking her lips, stuck in thought, the brunette's eyes darkened.

She wanted them. Oh Merlin how she wanted them-bare skinned and sweating and warm beneath her hands. It had been so long since she woke up to something warm, well, since those lone few drunken nights with Harry too many years ago. And she truly did miss the boys. When she went into the "relationship", three weeks into their seventh year, Hermione knew it wasn't going to last. Situated in her mind, she understood that she was a conquest, a prize of sorts. Still though, as time went by, as months and holidays-with expensive presents that they spoiled her with-past, thoughts of permanence and, dare should she even think, the label "girlfriend" became prominent to her mind. Yet, she knew they were nothing more than lovers, sharers of body; friends at the most. Truthfully, she had the conception that they would toss her after school. So it didn't matter that the morning after graduation, she woke up alone, a delicate, white orchid laying against a pillow that was cool to the touch.

But now, right now, she wanted Draco and Blaise, darkness and light, thrusting inside of her, discovering new territory or old territory that they might have forgotten. She missed their tastes, combined; sweet nectar from Aphrodite herself. So many things had left her until she watched them and then they all just returned, hitting her like a brick wall.

"…cara..." she heard slightly, returning her from her tainted thoughts. Looking around, she noticed the Slytherins staring at her flushed faced. "Are you okay?" With a shake of her head, he gently smiled against her shoulder and massaged her exposed lower back with his thumbs.

"Yeah," she moaned, backing her body into his touch. "Ohh, a little to the front."

Draco watched the little pet show, drooling a little to himself. She had already migrated to straddling his thigh, rubbing herself against it. Locking eyes with him, her pupils as stretched as the night sky, she magically found her way to the blonde's lap.
Butterflies in her stomach-eating away at her morals, Hermione traced her hands around his face. His skin was still pampered smooth, pale, and hot under her palms. Slinking her fingers under his thick shirt, she roamed the new expanse of his skin. More muscles than she remember rippled beneath her ministrations and she tried to keep in an impressed moan as his mighty hands gripped the back of her arms forcefully.

"Who do you think you're messing with?" he asked, hushed and raw, sending deep chills down her spine.

"I'm not asking for anything," she smiled and nibbled on the skin right below the pout of his lower lip. The infamous eyebrow rose by her words, but she shushed him before he could speak by crushing her lips upon his.

"Can't I just miss you, Malfoy?"

"Zabini," Draco quickly said, nodding to him with a straight face. He smiled and nodded to reassure Waving his wand, the Italian created a barrier so their reunion wouldn't be disturbed or spotted by others.

Running her fingers through his silky, long hair, Hermione licked his earlobe before biting it ever so slightly. The brunette wrapped her thin legs as far as she could around his hips, letting them dangle from his thighs. Groaning responsively, Draco nearly cummed his pants when she rubbed against him. Like an inferno, she was burning him like never before. Every place she touched was on fire and seemed as if they were imprinted deep in his skin.

"You're killing me," he whispered into her ear as he gripped her backside and stood up. She squealed through her teeth as she locked her ankles together and made him swear not to drop her.

Invading her lips with his own, he passionately kissed her, forcefully reminding himself of her again. Mewling and thriving against his body, Hermione wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and pressed him closer to her; she never wanted him to get away from her grasp again. As soon as Draco broke away from her swollen lips, she felt another pair slowly creep around her neck and down her collar bone.

"Oh Blaise," she smiled, rolling her neck into him. He grasped her shoulders ever so slightly, massaging the tense muscles residing there.

"Help me get her shirt off," Draco rushed, attempting to keep her balanced, but striving to see her creamy skin once again.

Raising her hands above her body, the brunette tried to keep her chuckle to herself as Blaise's warm hand expanse over her skin, tickling her slightly. As the shirt inched upwards, he kissed the exposed skin until he tossed the shirt delicately on the ground. Draco groaned as he was rewarded with a view full of her supple breasts that poured from her black satin bra. But soon the bra fell to the ground, the blonde attacked her defenseless breasts, sucking and biting and licking.

"Yes," she moaned, pushing his head tighter against her chest.

This must be a dream and she was truly beneath the covers of her bed, hands deep inside of her from wonderful images that her imagination was deliciously pulsing through her brain, because she felt Blaise's hands push up her skirt tentatively, letting it rest on the top of her thighs.

"So wet for us, cara," Blaise groaned, impressed at the incredible sight before him. Hermione was lying against the table supporting herself by her elbows, her back arched in total ecstasy while Draco was attacking her breasts. Her tan, lithe legs were hanging off the table, spread eagle, like an open buffet crafted just to his liking.

Balancing himself by gripping around her thighs, the Italian dove into a molten pot of gold, even taking a test lick to pick up the dribble that escaped her nether lips. She twitched beneath him, moaning deep in her throat as his nose bumped against her swollen clit.

"Oh merciful Zeus," she cried as Draco bit against her collar bone.

She had forgotten what it was like with two men and the sensations were killing her in such an amazing way that every time she closed her eyes, bright colors busted underneath her lids. Draco was now connected to her lips, while Blaise was connected to a different kind of lips, his tongue snaking within her. Strung tight like a fiddle, the brunette didn't know how long she could last.

"I'm going to come," she whimpered, tortured and abused. With this knowledge, Blaise sucked and licked with all his might. While the Italian was curling his tongue inside of her, Draco covered her moans with his own mouth, keeping his eyes slatted so he could see her face and remember it for the end of time.

As her juices filled his mouth, Blaise savored her taste. "Come here Draco," he whispered softly, and hungrily met against his lips and shared Hermione's taste between each other.

The brunette, physically spent against the table, tried to balance her weight on her elbows and pleasurably stared at the Slytherin duo. And as cheesy as it sounded, this felt like home. "Oh boys," she smiled a lazy smile and crossed her tired legs at the knee. They were so incredibly arousing and just sexy-something about the opposite spectrum and dark and light.

"Hmm?" one of them said, and she wasn't sure who, as they broke apart, a little dazed. Draco licked his lip while Blaise wiped the edge of where his lip met his rough five o'clock shadow. Eyes focusing on her, she grinned widely and rubbed her thighs together.

"You know, I still haven't found my knickers," she sighed, twirling her hair around her index finger out of a bad habit, hoping that this will never end. "They were my favor pair."

"Oh really?" Blaise asked, eyes crunched and lips smirking. "Well I guess you're just going to have to continue to look then."

"Great idea, Zabini," Draco said, slapping the other's back. "And I know that, personally, I will not bloody well rest until I find them."

Hermione's eyes sparkled wide and she pulled the blonde closer by tugging on his belt loop. "I hope you do keep some time spared for other important things," she suggested, rubbing her outer thigh against his tight pants.

"Oh, I'm sure that can be arranged," Draco groaned while he slowly grinded himself against her. Scraping his lip against his teeth, he took eyes with Zabini and nodded slightly.

"Actually," the Italian drawled lazily, the corner of his lip smirking, "I'm sure it's necessary to investigate your missing knickers this very second, at Malfoy Mansion. You know, just so we are thorough."

“Thorough…yes,” the brunette smiled and batted her eyelashes at the two who seemed to be enamored with her.

Maybe it would be different this time.

THEEND.


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I hope you enjoyed this. It took me months and months to write. <3KC