Fic: Light & Dark (Draco/Hermione/Blaise)
TITLE: Light & Dark
RATING: PG-13
SUMMARY: After midnight, Hermione sneaks into the Slytherin common room to see Draco and Blaise.
FANDOM: Harry Potter (Draco/Hermione/Blaise)
STATUS: Complete - One Shot
DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything. This story is a work of fiction and came from the deepest, darkest, corner of my imagination.
AUTHORS NOTE: Written for round 5 at daisychain_drab. Thanks to freakingcrups & d_andru for beta-reading.
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The dungeons were always dark and quiet after midnight. Hermione Granger held her illuminated wand out in front of her as she walked, her soft footsteps were the only sound that marred the silence. Stopping alongside the unmarked expanse of stone that formed the entrance to the Slytherin common room, Hermione leaned forward and whispered the password, standing back as the stone slid open to admit her entrance.
Tiptoeing over the threshold, Hermione swept her gaze quickly around the room, searching for any lingering students. But as expected and promised, there was only one boy still out of bed.
Blaise Zabini sat in the armchair closest to the fire, his long legs dangling over the arm, his school uniform, that he still wore from earlier that day, a scruffy mess. His tie was loose and his shirt was untucked with several of the top buttons undone. Hermione knew that he’d noted her presence, but he didn’t glance up from the book he was reading. Hermione continued to creep across the heavy carpeting until she reached out and abruptly covered his eyes with her hands.
“Hi,” Hermione whispered in his ear.
Blaise’s hands lifted and enclosed over her wrists, pulling her hands gently away. He tilted his head back to look at her and smiled. “Hey yourself.”
Beautiful. Hermione guided his head back and kissed his forehead gently. His skin was soft under her lips and she moved down to kiss his nose and lips before pulling back and stroking her fingers along his jawline. “Where’s Draco?”
“In bed, I told him I’d send you in when you arrived.” Blaise sat up and pulled Hermione around the chair and into his lap. His book fell abandoned to the floor as Hermione straddled his hips, clasping his face between her hands and kissing him, lips moving lazily across each other’s.
“Did you have any problems getting away?” Blaise asked quietly, hands smoothing along Hermione’s thighs and slipping up under her skirt.
“No more than usual.” Hermione murmured. Leaning forward, she rested her forehead against his. “Ron was furious; Harry was trying to be understanding whilst steaming. Same old, same old.”
Blaise sighed. “I don’t know why you had to tell them.”
“Because I’m not a liar.” Hermione reminded him, brushing his hair behind his ears. “And even if I was, I don’t lie to my friends and besides... I was disappearing far too much for them not to notice. They were asking questions and I didn’t want to hide you anymore.”
“And Draco?” Blaise prompted, a small smile of amusement crossing his lips.
“Draco is... different.” Hermione sighed. “Sleeping with you is one thing, if I told Harry and Ron I was sleeping with both of you-I don’t think they’d come out of it alive.”
“Would they die of shock?” Blaise chuckled.
Hermione rolled her eyes. “More like they’d kill each other accidentally in a battle to the death with Draco. You, they can maybe grow to understand. Draco, they never could.”
“It bothers him, you know?” Blaise said between soft kisses along Hermione’s neck. “He doesn’t like it that you recognise me and not him.”
“Did you tell him how hypocritical that is?” Hermione asked, sliding her hand down Blaise’s chest and lazily undoing each button. “He isn’t exactly shouting our relationship from the roof tops.”
“Do you really want him to?”
“Merlin, no. I’m just making a point.”
“And it’s a good one. But it doesn’t change anything.”
“True.” Hermione sat back on Blaise’s knees and groaned. “I better go see him.”
“Alright. Come get me when you’re done. I’ll be here.”
“Okay.” Hermione slid off Blaise’s lap and pulled out her wand. “Will everyone be asleep?”
“Most likely, but you can never go wrong with a Disillusionment and Silencing Spell though.”
“Got it.” Hermione kissed his cheek and set off towards the boy’s dorm. She cast the Disillusionment Charm as she walked, looking down to see her body fade into the darkened colours of the common room.
Hermione had never been in the seventh year Slytherin boy’s dorm before. She paused at the threshold, tracing her eyes over each of the beds before walking over to the four-poster bed in the corner. The emerald green curtains were pulled across concealing the occupant from view, but Hermione knew that it was Draco’s bed. No one else would keep their area in an almost military state of cleanliness.
Peaking through the curtains, Hermione confirmed her suspicions before pushing the curtain back further.
Draco wasn’t sleeping; he was propped up against his pillows with a book on his lap. He looked up confused beyond all belief as the curtains drew back seemingly by themselves. He frowned. “Blaise?”
“No, it’s me,” Hermione whispered, climbing onto the bed and closing the curtains with a snap behind her. She cast a quick Silencing Charm around the expanse of the bed before lifting the Disillusionment Charm.
Draco placed his book aside and traced his eyes slowly over her form. “I didn’t think the Pothead and Weasel would let you out.”
Hermione rolled her eyes and flopped down on the pillows beside him. “They’re my friends, not my keepers.”
Draco rolled onto his side to face her and extended a hand, brushing lightly over her hip. “Is Blaise not coming in?”
“He said we should talk,” Hermione mused quietly. She rolled onto her side also and moved close so they were sharing the same pillow, noses almost touching. “You know I love you, right?”
Draco groaned, “Oh Merlin, please tell me we’re not having a validation talk.”
“Do we need it?” Hermione asked. She couldn’t stop her fingers from reaching out and tracing the line of Draco’s jaw. His skin was so pale and creamy, so clear, so perfect. No boy should have skin like porcelain, but he did. And then there was Blaise, Draco’s complete opposite with skin like rich, smooth chocolate.
“No,” Draco sighed. “We don’t. This is just me being me. You can say whatever you want; it isn’t going to change anything. You know it won’t.”
He was right. “I can tell them,” Hermione murmured. “I can tell Harry and Ron about you.”
Draco shook his head. “Don’t. They’d have you under lock and key for the rest of your life.” He wrinkled his nose. “Probably with a round-the-clock Healer hired to find out what’s wrong with you.”
Hermione frowned. She didn’t like his tone, it wasn’t demeaning her, but it was demeaning himself. Like he couldn’t understand why she was with him. Hermione didn’t really understand it either, but as far as she was concerned, she didn’t have to understand how everything worked, just that it did. She twisted his words, because she knew he’d respond better to that.
“Are you insinuating there’s something wrong with me?” Hermione asked, lifting an eyebrow.
“I’m saying that, as a couple, we don’t exactly make sense.”
Hermione grabbed Draco’s hand and pressed it above her breast to her heart. “It makes sense to me. Anything that feels like this is perfectly fine in my books.”
“There’s more than you and me in the world.”
“Since when do you care?”
“Since Christmas is coming and I can’t take you home,” Draco finally whispered desperately. “We can never have a normal relationship, Hermione. My father hates you; if he knew we were here right now, he’d have me committed.”
“Well,” Hermione smiled, “at least we’d be in the psych ward together.”
Draco frowned. “Not funny.”
“I know it’s not, look...” Hermione bit her lip thoughtfully, debating the intelligence of what she was about to offer before finally taking the plunge. “Come to my house this Christmas.”
Draco’s eyes widened. For a moment he looked as if he was about to laugh, but then thought better of it. “To your house?” he finally clarified.
“Yes.”
“But your parents are Muggles.”
“Yes they are.”
Draco looked like he was on the edge of panic. “But what if I do or say something about magic?”
Hermione laughed. “They know that I’m a witch, Draco. They know about our world and they know about you too.”
The most peculiar expression crossed Draco’s face. “They know about me?”
Now Hermione was the one looking at him strangely. “Of course they do. I tell my parents a lot of things.”
“About me? What did you tell them?”
Hermione was amazed by how much he seemed to care about this. “I told them that I was dating someone. Someone very intelligent, kind and loyal and who challenged me in all my classes. I told them I really liked him, and they’re happy for me. They want to meet you.”
“Me?”
“Yes, you,” Hermione laughed. “Look, we’re not going to be at Hogwarts forever.”
“I know that.”
“So just wait, okay? Wait it out. We’ll be together one day. The three of us and we won’t have to hide.”
Draco let out a long breath and nodded. “I can’t believe you’re lying here making me feel better. Isn’t that supposed to be my role?”
Hermione shrugged. “It’s all three of us. We talk, we sort things out, and we make things better.” Hermione sat up and nudged his shoulder. “Should I get Blaise?”
Draco nodded. “Yeah, come here first.” He caught her hand and pulled her close. Their lips caressed gently - soft and reassuring. Draco pulled back and squeezed her hand. “Go get our boy.”
THE END
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RATING: PG-13
SUMMARY: After midnight, Hermione sneaks into the Slytherin common room to see Draco and Blaise.
FANDOM: Harry Potter (Draco/Hermione/Blaise)
STATUS: Complete - One Shot
DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything. This story is a work of fiction and came from the deepest, darkest, corner of my imagination.
AUTHORS NOTE: Written for round 5 at daisychain_drab. Thanks to freakingcrups & d_andru for beta-reading.
***
The dungeons were always dark and quiet after midnight. Hermione Granger held her illuminated wand out in front of her as she walked, her soft footsteps were the only sound that marred the silence. Stopping alongside the unmarked expanse of stone that formed the entrance to the Slytherin common room, Hermione leaned forward and whispered the password, standing back as the stone slid open to admit her entrance.
Tiptoeing over the threshold, Hermione swept her gaze quickly around the room, searching for any lingering students. But as expected and promised, there was only one boy still out of bed.
Blaise Zabini sat in the armchair closest to the fire, his long legs dangling over the arm, his school uniform, that he still wore from earlier that day, a scruffy mess. His tie was loose and his shirt was untucked with several of the top buttons undone. Hermione knew that he’d noted her presence, but he didn’t glance up from the book he was reading. Hermione continued to creep across the heavy carpeting until she reached out and abruptly covered his eyes with her hands.
“Hi,” Hermione whispered in his ear.
Blaise’s hands lifted and enclosed over her wrists, pulling her hands gently away. He tilted his head back to look at her and smiled. “Hey yourself.”
Beautiful. Hermione guided his head back and kissed his forehead gently. His skin was soft under her lips and she moved down to kiss his nose and lips before pulling back and stroking her fingers along his jawline. “Where’s Draco?”
“In bed, I told him I’d send you in when you arrived.” Blaise sat up and pulled Hermione around the chair and into his lap. His book fell abandoned to the floor as Hermione straddled his hips, clasping his face between her hands and kissing him, lips moving lazily across each other’s.
“Did you have any problems getting away?” Blaise asked quietly, hands smoothing along Hermione’s thighs and slipping up under her skirt.
“No more than usual.” Hermione murmured. Leaning forward, she rested her forehead against his. “Ron was furious; Harry was trying to be understanding whilst steaming. Same old, same old.”
Blaise sighed. “I don’t know why you had to tell them.”
“Because I’m not a liar.” Hermione reminded him, brushing his hair behind his ears. “And even if I was, I don’t lie to my friends and besides... I was disappearing far too much for them not to notice. They were asking questions and I didn’t want to hide you anymore.”
“And Draco?” Blaise prompted, a small smile of amusement crossing his lips.
“Draco is... different.” Hermione sighed. “Sleeping with you is one thing, if I told Harry and Ron I was sleeping with both of you-I don’t think they’d come out of it alive.”
“Would they die of shock?” Blaise chuckled.
Hermione rolled her eyes. “More like they’d kill each other accidentally in a battle to the death with Draco. You, they can maybe grow to understand. Draco, they never could.”
“It bothers him, you know?” Blaise said between soft kisses along Hermione’s neck. “He doesn’t like it that you recognise me and not him.”
“Did you tell him how hypocritical that is?” Hermione asked, sliding her hand down Blaise’s chest and lazily undoing each button. “He isn’t exactly shouting our relationship from the roof tops.”
“Do you really want him to?”
“Merlin, no. I’m just making a point.”
“And it’s a good one. But it doesn’t change anything.”
“True.” Hermione sat back on Blaise’s knees and groaned. “I better go see him.”
“Alright. Come get me when you’re done. I’ll be here.”
“Okay.” Hermione slid off Blaise’s lap and pulled out her wand. “Will everyone be asleep?”
“Most likely, but you can never go wrong with a Disillusionment and Silencing Spell though.”
“Got it.” Hermione kissed his cheek and set off towards the boy’s dorm. She cast the Disillusionment Charm as she walked, looking down to see her body fade into the darkened colours of the common room.
Hermione had never been in the seventh year Slytherin boy’s dorm before. She paused at the threshold, tracing her eyes over each of the beds before walking over to the four-poster bed in the corner. The emerald green curtains were pulled across concealing the occupant from view, but Hermione knew that it was Draco’s bed. No one else would keep their area in an almost military state of cleanliness.
Peaking through the curtains, Hermione confirmed her suspicions before pushing the curtain back further.
Draco wasn’t sleeping; he was propped up against his pillows with a book on his lap. He looked up confused beyond all belief as the curtains drew back seemingly by themselves. He frowned. “Blaise?”
“No, it’s me,” Hermione whispered, climbing onto the bed and closing the curtains with a snap behind her. She cast a quick Silencing Charm around the expanse of the bed before lifting the Disillusionment Charm.
Draco placed his book aside and traced his eyes slowly over her form. “I didn’t think the Pothead and Weasel would let you out.”
Hermione rolled her eyes and flopped down on the pillows beside him. “They’re my friends, not my keepers.”
Draco rolled onto his side to face her and extended a hand, brushing lightly over her hip. “Is Blaise not coming in?”
“He said we should talk,” Hermione mused quietly. She rolled onto her side also and moved close so they were sharing the same pillow, noses almost touching. “You know I love you, right?”
Draco groaned, “Oh Merlin, please tell me we’re not having a validation talk.”
“Do we need it?” Hermione asked. She couldn’t stop her fingers from reaching out and tracing the line of Draco’s jaw. His skin was so pale and creamy, so clear, so perfect. No boy should have skin like porcelain, but he did. And then there was Blaise, Draco’s complete opposite with skin like rich, smooth chocolate.
“No,” Draco sighed. “We don’t. This is just me being me. You can say whatever you want; it isn’t going to change anything. You know it won’t.”
He was right. “I can tell them,” Hermione murmured. “I can tell Harry and Ron about you.”
Draco shook his head. “Don’t. They’d have you under lock and key for the rest of your life.” He wrinkled his nose. “Probably with a round-the-clock Healer hired to find out what’s wrong with you.”
Hermione frowned. She didn’t like his tone, it wasn’t demeaning her, but it was demeaning himself. Like he couldn’t understand why she was with him. Hermione didn’t really understand it either, but as far as she was concerned, she didn’t have to understand how everything worked, just that it did. She twisted his words, because she knew he’d respond better to that.
“Are you insinuating there’s something wrong with me?” Hermione asked, lifting an eyebrow.
“I’m saying that, as a couple, we don’t exactly make sense.”
Hermione grabbed Draco’s hand and pressed it above her breast to her heart. “It makes sense to me. Anything that feels like this is perfectly fine in my books.”
“There’s more than you and me in the world.”
“Since when do you care?”
“Since Christmas is coming and I can’t take you home,” Draco finally whispered desperately. “We can never have a normal relationship, Hermione. My father hates you; if he knew we were here right now, he’d have me committed.”
“Well,” Hermione smiled, “at least we’d be in the psych ward together.”
Draco frowned. “Not funny.”
“I know it’s not, look...” Hermione bit her lip thoughtfully, debating the intelligence of what she was about to offer before finally taking the plunge. “Come to my house this Christmas.”
Draco’s eyes widened. For a moment he looked as if he was about to laugh, but then thought better of it. “To your house?” he finally clarified.
“Yes.”
“But your parents are Muggles.”
“Yes they are.”
Draco looked like he was on the edge of panic. “But what if I do or say something about magic?”
Hermione laughed. “They know that I’m a witch, Draco. They know about our world and they know about you too.”
The most peculiar expression crossed Draco’s face. “They know about me?”
Now Hermione was the one looking at him strangely. “Of course they do. I tell my parents a lot of things.”
“About me? What did you tell them?”
Hermione was amazed by how much he seemed to care about this. “I told them that I was dating someone. Someone very intelligent, kind and loyal and who challenged me in all my classes. I told them I really liked him, and they’re happy for me. They want to meet you.”
“Me?”
“Yes, you,” Hermione laughed. “Look, we’re not going to be at Hogwarts forever.”
“I know that.”
“So just wait, okay? Wait it out. We’ll be together one day. The three of us and we won’t have to hide.”
Draco let out a long breath and nodded. “I can’t believe you’re lying here making me feel better. Isn’t that supposed to be my role?”
Hermione shrugged. “It’s all three of us. We talk, we sort things out, and we make things better.” Hermione sat up and nudged his shoulder. “Should I get Blaise?”
Draco nodded. “Yeah, come here first.” He caught her hand and pulled her close. Their lips caressed gently - soft and reassuring. Draco pulled back and squeezed her hand. “Go get our boy.”
THE END
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