Incubi 4/?

She must have read the same sentence at least 30 times. For the first time in her school career she couldn’t concentrate. She had to keep fighting herself so that she wouldn’t look for them every two minutes. She had ended up getting here half and hour before the appointed time. Restless, jittery, an… no she would not say that. You couldn’t be anxious towards the arrival of two arch-nemeses, even if they were ‘friends’ now. Harry and Ron would completely lose it if they found out anything about this entire situation. They would yell, and rant, and rant, and then lock her in a tower. All of that would only happen because she was talking to them. Imagine if they knew that she was actually attracted to the two despised wizards…. wait… oh, it seemed pointless at this point to deny her attraction to them. They were just so… attractive. However just because she was attracted to them and couldn’t stop dreaming about them didn’t mean that she had to do anything about it. She refused to be just like every other starry-eyed girl mooning over them at every available opportunity. They were intellectual equals and now friends. Nothing more. Yes… right…

Blaise and Draco came around the corner and found Hermione lost in thought. She was worrying her bottom lip with her teeth and staring off into space while twirling a quill in her hand. From her aura they determined that she wasn’t thinking about her Arithmacy homework. They looked at each other with matching raised eyebrows and small smirks. She looked completely shagable in that moment. Curly pieces of her hair were escaping their prison on top of her head and framing her face. A smile tugged at the sides of her mouth that weren’t caught between her teeth. She had draped her robes over the back of her chair and underneath her sweater she had loosened her tie.  If they didn’t move soon all of the preparation that they had done for this meeting (in their room, in various closets, in the room right next to the library just a minute ago…) would be a waste.

“Hermione?” She jumped about a mile in the air. Her imaginings of them in her mind were replaced by the live versions in front of her. The live versions were so much better. Her air supply was suddenly incredibly depleted.

“Hi.” She gestured to the chairs in front of her. “Please, sit.” Sit they did. The air they had disturbed with the motion blew softly past her making her skin tingle. She took a deep breath to keep calm but that same air carried their scent on it. Her eyes had to fight to stay open as she inhaled, wanting to close so that she could savor the smell of sandal wood, stone, and something that she couldn’t quite place but that screamed ‘masculine’. The concoction swarmed her and her mouth watered as the thought of how that scent would taste floated through her mind. A blush threatened to break out when she comprehended what that meant. In an effort to distract herself from how they smelled she turned to conversation. “What are we studying?” She expected that they would be working on the Ancient Runes assignment that was due tomorrow, or the potions homework.

“Actually we were thinking that we could go over the postulate that Professor Norad mentioned in class today. It might be good to go over it before Wednesday.” Hermione’s head metaphorically exploded.  They wanted to go over something before the teacher even taught it? They must have noticed her jaw drop because Draco spoke up.

“I’m guessing that no one in Gryffindor besides yourself bothers to learn something until the test is the next day…” As dry and slightly derogatory as that was she felt herself nod in agreement even as she turned the book she had been attempting to read around so that they could see that she had already opened to the page on the Prentiss Postulate.

The laughter started out as smiles and then bigger smiles until small chuckles and then full blown laughter escaped. She couldn’t help but laugh as well. It was contagious. When they finally settled they each still wore smiles. Hermione’s was more because she had just realized how absolutely gorgeous they were when they laughed. Warmth infused their eyes and sent sparks down her spine. The two rarely smiled at people other than their select friends and now her. If Hogwarts thought that they were irresistible just standing and scowling then this would surely create mass fainting and random stripping of clothing. It was nearly having that affect on her right now.

“I should be mad at you for offending my house but I can’t deny the accuracy.”

“Not everyone actually gives a damn about the fact that they are in school and therefore should care more about their studies than their appearance.”

“Easy for you two to say. You probably wake up looking perfect.” Heat and color flushed her face as she realized that she just said that out loud. The Italian looked stunned and then a slow grin crossed his face. She didn’t like the look in his eye.

“You could always find out first hand Hermione...” Was he flirting with her? The sexual tension level at the table rose to epic proportions. Draco’s smirk was no less mischievous than his friend’s grin.

“I’d love to find out what you look like when you first wake up Hermione.” His eyebrows raised and lowered quickly. “We should have a sleepover.” Hermione’s eyes went wide and her mouth went dry. This had gotten very serious very quickly. They were doing that devouring thing with their eyes again. Before they could overwhelm her she tried to defuse the situation with humor.

“If you wanted your nails painted that badly Draco all you have to do is ask. No need to add the pretense of a sleepover.” A teasing grin crossed her features as it was his turn for his jaw to drop. Blaise was pressing his lips together in a futile effort not to break out into a smile or into laughter.

“She got you Dray.” He stopped fighting the smile.

“I don’t know whether to be offended at the calling into question of my masculinity, or incredibly impressed with you.” He stared rather incredulously at her for a few moments. Her smile turned into a small pleased one. “That’s almost a Slytherin thing to say.” Her smile dropped.

“You don’t have to insult me.” She leveled him with a look that clearly stated what she thought of being compared with a Slytherin. Somewhere in the back of her mind she was honored that he would betray his house by complimenting her that way.

“That’s the biggest compliment I can bestow.” He threw the gauntlet well aware of how he would react if someone called him a Gryffindor. It would be much the same as her reaction right now. They locked eyes in a Gryffindor vs. Slytherin battle of the wills. Blaise knew that neither was going to back down any time soon.

“Children!” Startled they broke their gazes at the same time and looked at the darkest of the unlikely trio. “Neither of you will win that particular war. Let’s get on with the studying shall we?” They both shot each other another look before dropping it. Blaise dropped his gaze to the book that she had slid towards them. “Gryffindors will never admit when they’re wrong.” His only tribute to his blasé comment was the tugging of the corner of his lips.

Hermione snatched the book away from his and turned it back towards herself with a huff. She didn’t dignify the comment with a response. The Slytherins gave each other triumphant grins before pulling out their own Arithmacy books. Before settling in Draco shrugged off his robes to reveal the deep green sweater he had changed into after his classes of day. Blaise too had changed although his sweater was black. It did however have silver stitching. Glancing up at them Hermione just muttered “Slytherins” and went back to reading. 

Three hours later they all sat around intellectually satiated. They had tackled the postulate without difficulty, completed essays for Snape, and mastered the next couple of Transfiguration concepts. Parchment was scattered across the table with various notes on them made with three distinct styles of writing. Hermione’s neat lettering was interrupted by Draco’s stylized scrawl which was notated by the eloquent penmanship of Blaise. It didn’t escape attention of how natural the papers looked on the table between all of them. It was the culmination of three minds coming together. Now if only they could come together in other ways…

Surprisingly the afternoon had been invigorating. Hermione had never been so mentally challenged by anyone in her life. She loved it. The afternoon had pushed her control to the limits though. Those sweaters seemed to be teasingly caressing the two in a way she was desperately wanting to do. She could also see the movement of muscle beneath the cloth as they moved things around or leaned over to reach for something. Blaise and Draco had a matching habit of running their hands through their hair. Blaise did it when he was excited about an idea and was expanding on it. Draco did I when he was frustrated. It messed up their hair in such a way as to make them look like they had been thoroughly and properly snogged.

Their calmness throughout the afternoon was a complete façade. The table almost got knocked out of the way numerous times when her eyes would light up in the spirit of debate or her breathing would get heavier with excitement. All three of them had unknowing channeled their passions into their studies and had had one of their most productive afternoons ever. Now that all of the work that the three could come up with was complete there was nothing to channel it into except each other.

Blaise was trying to come up with something, anything, to prolong their time together. As hard as it was for him to be this close to her after Saturday night he didn’t want to lose her company.

 The situation was rapidly deteriorating. After the train ride he had thought that she was something that both of them wanted. That’s what he told himself. Somewhere in his head he had to acknowledge that he knew she would be different for them from the moment they had decided to pursue her. She was just a different kind of girl .She matched them in every way, except for their incubi. Since the first library encounter he knew that she would be more to them. He was rapidly growing to desire all aspects of her and although the stubborn blonde would never admit it he was too.

Draco was about three seconds from diving across the table and kissing her. His incubi was roaring inside of his head. It remembered the power she could exude and was clamoring for more. Flashbacks from Saturday night were coming to mind and weren’t helping his self control. His intellect might be satiated but it was the only part of him that was.

The devouring look was getting to be a habit. She wasn’t sure how comfortable she was with that particular habit. All of the layers required by the school uniform seemed to melt away under their eyes so that they could caress her with their gaze. She was suddenly drowning in them. Her eyes refused to move from the warlocks in front of her.

Had she been in her right mind she might have questioned her perception of them as a package deal. The use of ‘them’ and ‘they’ had never been questioned. As startling and admittedly exciting as her initial dream and subsequent ones had been having two men was not an option. Not that she saw herself dating either or both of them. The very thought was beyond insane. It was just… hormones, combined with the attention she was getting from two very good-looking wizards.

“How about tea?” He had finally voiced his solution. Not that it was a perfect one by any means or what he actually wanted to do but it seemed to be the only thing that he could think of without just propositioning her… or hell just outright seducing her. Merlin knew his incubi was tempting him to do just that.

“Tea?” His companions voiced the question at the same time. Draco’s voice showed his scorn for and incredulousness at Blaise’s suggestion. Sitting down to tea was downright preposterous with all of the tension in the room. Tea was something that he only did at his mother’s request when they had guests over to the manor. It wasn’t something he wanted to do with the two people currently in need of a good and thorough shag from him, at least in his opinion.

Hermione was a little more appreciative of the suggested activity. Her nerves needed to calm down. A warm cup of tea might do just that. The last few moments before Blaise had spoken up had been dangerously heavy.

“Tea sounds wonderful.” Blaise smiled at this. He wasn’t without his motives.

“Great. Draco and I have a special tea in our room that his mother sends to us. It’s incredible.” He started to pack up his belongings and felt more than saw both Draco’s approving grin and Hermione’s startled stare.

She was going to their room…. Merlin help her.