Draco Malfoy finds Hermione Granger in a compromising position…with his best friend. Like the loss of a blindfold, he's suddenly forced to see her in an entirely new light and it's affecting him in more ways than one. He is reluctantly forced to admit to himself that he wants her. The dilemma; Blaise Zabini knows a good thing when he sees it and he's not giving her up. The solution; who said anything about giving her up?

Yes, Slytherindoll, do start another fanfic while you already have 4 WIPs. That sounds like a lovely idea. There, I said it, so that you don't have to.

ONLY WARNING: Ménage à trois! Dark!Possessive!Evil!Psychotic!Obsessive!Draco Dark!Possessive!Evil!Psychotic!Obsessive!Blaise

Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters!

Hermione's mind didn't even register the slight pain as her back was forced into the wood of his bedroom door. She was far too preoccupied with…other things. The back of her head thudded against the door as she tipped it back, eyes scrunched together and mouth parted in pleasure. Her nails raked along the skin of his neck and shoulders as he trailed his talented lips down her chest.

Hermione was on cloud nine. Her frustration and annoyance had been long forgotten the minute his lips had touched hers. She couldn't help but to think that he couldn't get her skirt off fast enough. No sooner than the thought crossed her mind, did he hike the material up, exposing her upper thigh. A shudder passed through her when his lips connected with her flesh, teeth grazing the inside of her thigh.

As Hermione anticipated that now familiar feel of his body completely and perfectly aligning with hers, she thought back to about an hour ago…

"…The most powerful love potion in the world. It's rumored to smell differently to each person according to what attracts them…"

Hermione fidgeted, swallowing as her eyes continued to trail back to the cauldron filled with the potion every now and again. She took a deep breath, turning to fully face the cauldron now before continuing.

"For example, I smell…freshly mown grass and…parchment and spearmint…toothpaste…," she trailed off, hurriedly turning around and filing in beside Lavender.

Hermione heard nothing else of what Professor Slughorn said, her mind far too occupied on the effects of the potion. She tried her best not to dwell on the combination of scents that had appealed to her, one scent in particular standing out above the rest. She swallowed, clutching her books tighter to her chest as the familiar scent continued to waft around her nose, clouding her mind.

Just as she was about to follow the lead of the rest of the girls and take a step forward, the nagging sensation of being watched arose, making her hairs stand on end. She slightly turned her head and came face to face with Draco Malfoy's cold stare, his lips curled into a disgusted sneer. His expression dashed over her like a cold bucket of ice water and she blinked, coming back to her senses.

She too narrowed her eyes at him, raising an eyebrow in silent question as if to inquire just what the hell he wanted. He turned away, eyes disconnecting from hers with such dismissal that it almost stung. Almost. Hermione was much too used to his behavior towards her by now. This year, however, she had opted for ignoring him completely.

Harry was convinced that Draco Malfoy had taken the Dark Mark and while Hermione found it hard to believe, she didn't write Harry's suspicions off completely. Everyone knew what family Malfoy came from and it wouldn't exactly come as a complete shock if Harry's suspicions were true. She saw nothing to lose in simply humoring Harry by steering clear of Draco Malfoy at all costs. However, she hadn't counted on a new complication that would make that much easier said than done.

Hermione forced herself to push thoughts of him to the back of her mind, deciding instead to focus on the task for the day.

As class progressed, Hermione found herself becoming more and more frustrated as everything she did just went…wrong. It didn't exactly make her feel any better to see Harry doing much better than she was. He wasn't even following the instructions properly, for Merlin's sake! She probably would have been very happy to see Harry surpass her for once if it wasn't for that small detail. She was doing everything right! So why was it coming out so wrong?

She honestly tried her best to not let it get to her, but a tiny seed of bitterness had already grown when Harry was awarded the vile of Felix Felicis. She pursed her lips, reluctantly forcing herself to clap for him, despite how much she really wanted to wipe that smile off of his face. She felt defeated and she was sure that she looked as bad as she felt.

One look at Malfoy's face confirmed this and she forced herself to avoid his cruel gaze. He was practically eating this up, her failing for once, and she didn't want to have to see the reflection of that failure in his haughty expression. Class was ending soon and she found herself glancing towards the door just in time to see a familiar build pass by.

Hermione bit her lip, forcing herself to tear her eyes away from the entrance only find Malfoy glaring at her…again. She was just about to throw him a sneer of her own before a horrifying thought suddenly crossed her mind. Was it possible that…that he knew? She didn't have time to ponder this because they were suddenly being dismissed and Hermione found herself caught up in the crowd of students exiting the classroom.

She strayed from her friends as a firm hand gently grabbed her elbow amongst the crowd, pulling her back. No one noticed as they ducked away into a secluded area, his arms immediately wrapping around hers as soon as it was safe.

Brown connected with brown as she looked up into his eyes, noting the small Malfoy like smirk on his lips. She opened her mouth to ask him about Malfoy when his lips were suddenly descending over her own. All thought of Malfoy flew straight out of her brain as she wrapped her arms around his neck, the action causing him to lift her feet from the ground. Right now, she felt stumped and frustrated with Potions and wanted nothing more than to forget for a moment. She could always inquire about Malfoy later.

Her legs tightened around his waist as he pressed her into his mattress, one hand running down her side while the other cupped her cheek. Her shirt had long been discarded along with his, the offending articles of clothing currently strewn across the floor. Her unruly curls splayed around her head like a halo, the tresses pressing into her cheek when she turned her head while he focused more attention on the skin of her neck.

Hermione was reluctant to admit that she needed this, she had needed this for quite some time. Between school, Ron, and Voldemort troubles, she needed this release from time to time and never had she imagined that she'd be getting it from him of all people. However, she wasn't complaining. He suddenly rolled the two of them over, her wild hair falling down around them like a dark curtain, hiding the two of them from the rest of the world. He ran a finger down her nose, biting his lip as he gazed up at her, starry eyes. His other hand had just reached up to unclasp her bra, when his room door swung open with a loud bang.

"For Merlin's sake!"

Hermione let out a startled shriek and shrunk into Blaise as he rolled them over again, covering her as Malfoy's voice drifted over them. Hermione's eyes were wide as she covered herself, hurriedly jumping off of the bed to grab her shirt. As she made herself presentable, she noted the tense silence and looked up to find Malfoy staring at her in shock. No, shock was too much of an understatement. Shocked was not the right kind of word to use to describe the expression on Malfoy's face.

Malfoy looked the perfect mixture of horrified, disbelieving, nauseous, and dare she say it, a little bit impressed. Hermione was sure that her expression did not differ too far from his. No one knew about her and Blaise, no one, and now Malfoy of all people had just walked in on them. Hermione gulped.

To say that Hermione was terrified would not have even come close to how she was feeling at the moment. The two of them stood like that for a few seconds, staring at each other, not sure how to react before his eyes eventually trailed over her scantily clad figure. Hermione sharply inhaled as she remembered that she had not finished getting dressed and hurriedly pulled her shirt closed.

"Draco," Blaise hissed, signaling for him to give them a minute.

Malfoy looked as if he'd enjoy nothing more than to leave as he did just that, the door clicking shut behind him.

"Hermione," Blaise began as he walked towards her, wrapping his hands around her arms.

Hermione was on the verge of a heart attack, she was sure of it. She pressed her hand to her chest, certain that she was about to spew chunks everywhere.

"Hey, Hermione…look at me…"

"He's going to tell everyone," Hermione shakily whispered, her eyes connecting with his.

Blaise's eyebrows furrowed as he reached up, pushing her hair away from her face.

"No. No, no, no. He won't say anything-."

"You don't know him!"

"He's my best friend, remember?"

Blaise's reminder of that only forced her to frantically shake her head.

"Exactly. Your best friend, not mine. In fact, he's the complete opposite, Blaise! He hates me, and to be honest, the feeling is kind of mutual. No offense, but I will put money on the notion that his hatred for me might just trump his loyalty to you," she hissed, buttoning her shirt.

Blaise rested his hands on her cheeks, holding her head still.

"Look at me. He won't say anything. I'll make sure of it, okay?"

Hermione wanted to believe that, she really did, but what she and Blaise were doing hadn't exactly officially started until recently. The insecurities and unspoken words regarding their newfound relationship were rearing their ugly heads and Hermione didn't like it, not one bit. What if Malfoy forced him to choose? What if he even threatened to tell unless Blaise ended this with the 'dirty little mudblood'? Or worse, what if he simply ended their friendship, not being able to accept this? What if Blaise lost one of his best friends because of her?

Hermione would never understand how anyone could be friends with someone like Malfoy, but she had decided to not pass judgement a while ago. Blaise clearly knew a different Malfoy than the one she interacted with on a regular basis. It had been made perfectly clear to her how close the two were and she would never wish the loss of a close friend on anyone. Even if that friend is Draco sodding Malfoy, she scathingly thought.

"You trust me, don't you?"

Hermione was pulled out of her thoughts by his question.

"To an extent," she honestly answered.

Blaise smirked, taking no offense to her answer, kissing her trembling lips instead.

"Understandable. Well, trust me when I say that you can trust him with this. Like I said, I'll talk to him. Alright…?"

Hermione reluctantly nodded, accepting Blaise's chaste kiss before opening the door. She sharply inhaled at the sight of Malfoy leaning against the wall opposite the door. Their eyes connected once again as she exited Blaise's room, her entire body freezing as his eyes bore into her own. Hermione wanted to take this chance to say something while Blaise was still getting dressed, but she didn't know what to say.

Her worst enemy, probably the person she hated most in the entire school, had just caught her as she was about to have sex with his best friend. She could imagine that it would be quite a shock, not to mention their new relationship that Blaise was no doubt going to explain to him. So she said nothing, turning to walk away, not missing the way his eyes narrowed at her cowardly retreat. Of course, she should have known that she wasn't going to get off that easy.

"I didn't know you had it in you, Granger. Here I was, thinking that you were nothing but a prude with a stick up her arse. Never would have guessed that you were really shagging my best friend like your life depended on it," he sneered.

Hermione wanted to let it go and walk away…but she couldn't. She slowly turned around to face him, her eyes reluctantly traveling upwards to connect with his cold ones. She forced herself to not shrink away from his menacing gaze.

"I would appreciate it if you would refrain from discussing things you know nothing about. After you've talked to Blaise, then you can insult me and tease me to your heart's desire," she said.

She suddenly sighed before taking a step towards him, missing the way his eyes trailed over her, face twisted into one of disgust.

"We're not friends, not even close, but you and Blaise are. I don't even know why I'm telling you this, but…I like Blaise. I like him a lot more than I'm willing to admit and for some reason, he seems to like me too. So I'm asking you, Malfoy, for once, please just hear Blaise out. Do the right thing and don't say anything to anyone," she pleaded.

Malfoy suddenly smirked, looking down at her with a cruel expression.

"You know what? I won't say anything…"

Hermione's sigh of relief was short lived as he stepped towards her, invading her personal space, his chest brushing against her folded arms.

"Nothing would give me more pleasure, than to know that while your friends are insulting us, defending your honor half the time, you're boning the enemy every other night," he whispered.

All color drained from Hermione's face as his words hit her. She leaned back as he leaned down, eyes glaring into her own.

"Do you know what happens to people who play with snakes, Granger?"

She didn't answer. His cruel smirk grew and just before he walked into Blaise's room, he darkly whispered:

"They get bit. In some cases, they get eaten alive."

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