Dream or Nightmare?

This is a Blaise and Hermione fic, with an extra surprise character! It's un-beta'd and im new to writing fanfiction so please be nice. It will involve an eventual threesome and some M/M so be warned. please review so i know what you want out of this fic, and a beta would be much appreciated.

I do not own any of these characters, J.K. Rowling does.

Hermione woke with a start and sat up in her bed. She sighed as she realized it was just another dream, but it had seemed so real...

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Blaise had come into her office at the Ministry of Magic. Hermione had just finished her paperwork on the unlawful relocation of trolls from their mountain caves. Blaise watched her shuffle around her desk silently until she finally got fed up with his quiet presense and looked up at him. He had an odd look in his eyes that she couldn’t place, but she was immediately distracted by his lips on hers.
Hermione gasped and broke away, her chest heaving for breath. Blaise just stood there silently, panting as well, leaning over her while she was still seated in her chair. How had he moved across the room so quickly? she wondered, but her train of thought was again interrupted by Blaise trying to suck out her soul through her mouth. Hermione moaned as the kiss intensified. She plunged her hands into his luxurious black hair as he pulled her body against his. He continued to ravish her mouth as he tore at her robes. When he finally managed to wrestle her heavy work robes off he cupped her breasts, massaging them gently while he released her mouth to concentrate on her exposed neck. Hermione let out another lusty moan as she let this italian sex god attack her neck. The scent of his earthy cologne filled her senses.She could feel his hard muscles through her robes and desperately wished that he was wearing less clothing. Suddenly she realized that they were both naked and he was lifting her up onto her desk. He plunged two fingers into the warmth between her legs and she arched up into his touch. Blaise’s forwardness and the idea that he would just ravish her in her office brought Hermione even closer to the edge. She thought that she heard a voice in the background and vaguely wondered who it was. Then reality came crashing back.

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Hermione gave a frustrated sigh. This was the third night in a row that she had dreamt about her new coworker, Blaise. He had only started worked with her last week, and she was already developing a small crush on him. Who would think that a Slytherin would want to protect magical creatures. Blaise was actually very kind to her though Malfoy taunted her mercilessly in school. He was very intellegent and loved reading almost as much as Hermione did. She was brought out of her musing by a wetness between her legs. Hermione realized that dream Blaise didn’t finish her, mush to her chagrin. Her arousal was still pounding through her, so she gave up sleep as a lost cause and pulled out her vibrater. Hermione came, moments later, crying out Blaise’s name. She drew her blankets more firmly around her and fell into a sated sleep.

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The sharp sounds of the alarm filtered through to her foggy brain. Hermione cursed as she got up. Another day at the office with Mr. I’m-so-smart-and-sexy Zambini, she thought, great. She couldn’t help the fluttering of her stomach as she readied herself for her day. Hermione stepped out of the shower and looked at herself in the mirror. She had to admit she had changed since her Hogwarts days. She had shot up to 5’6” but was skinny and gangly during school. Now her form had filled out and she had nice pert breasts and a slightly curvy figure. She wasn’t stunning, but she was in shape. She pulled on her prim white button up shirt and buttoned it all the way to the top. It was fitted and went well with her black pencil skirt. She topped off her outfit with sensible shoes and appraised herself again. Hermione had always been modest, some called her prudish, but she preferred modest. She was not ashamed of her body, but was unconfortable with many seeing too much of her. She was always looked a bit wonderously at girls who would show off their bodies without a care in the world like Lavender and Parvarti. Those two wore shirts that they literally spilled out of sometimes. Hermione was always shocked and somewhat appalled at their behavior. She prefered to dress conservatively and gain attention for her mind, not her body. Today, though, Hermione felt more like a prude than she had ever before. She realized that her outfit made her look years older than her twenty years of age. She checked her watch, 15 minutes until work started. She made a rash decision and ransacked her closet for something that was fit for someone her age. She settled for the outfit Ginny had given her when she had first received her promotion to a manager of her office. Hermione had blushed at it and hidden it away. Now the low-cut blazer and black mini-skirt were starting to look more appealing. Hermione slipped off her shirt and pulled the blazer on over her white lace tank top. She put on the mini-skirt and topped it off with the black heels that Ginny had also bought her for Christmas. The blazer showed off the tops of her breasts, and the skirt went to about mid-thigh. Hermione put on her work robes and apparated straight into her office.