Incubi 5/?

Walking down a hallway had never been such an event. With every step the tension mounted between the three as they walked side by side down to the boys’ room. Being the Head girl meant that Hermione knew where all of the house dorms were located. When Blaise and Draco turned down an unfamiliar corridor in the dungeons she was confused. As if sensing the pending question the blonde spoke up.

            “When two Gryffindors got named the Heads Snape decided to make us the unofficial Heads of Slytherin house. If anyone has any problems they can come to us instead of having to go to him.” He caught the look on her face. “No Hermione, as good a Head girl as you are no Slytherins save for the two of us feel comfortable talking to you both because you are a Gryffindor and as a member of Potter’s trio. Tell me that Gryffindors would line up to see us if Blaise and I were Heads…” She had to concede that point. “Snape gave us our own rooms. They’re just a couple of corridors away if any of the Slytherins ever need to see us.”  She was a little put out. She had had to make head girl to get her own rooms.

“But which one of you is Head girl?” She was teasing but she wasn’t expecting the reply that she received. Both of her companions’ minds went strait to the gutter. It really was a situational question. Blaise decided that his line of thinking was dangerous for the tender balance of his control. A glance sideways showed that Draco was obviously thinking along the same lines.

“Well Draco is quite the drama queen…” Draco was snapped out of his reverie involving all of the possible meanings behind ‘Head Boy’ and ‘Head Girl’ in relation to the two people next to him.

“If anyone is the girl here it’s you Zabini. It takes you longer to decide what tie to wear…” He gave Hermione a playful smirk. “Honestly, stripes or solid, green or silver, the Chinese silk or the Moroccan silk, it’s rather ridiculous.”

“I only did that for the Christmas ball that your father hosted last year… Hermione, love, don’t let him fool you… he purposely tousles his hair.” Before she could comprehend the ‘love’ Draco spoke up.

“Well Blaise thickens his accent on purpose when the situation calls for it.” It was startling for her to see these two normally controlled men having such a playful and slightly petty argument.

“Boys! I’m sorry. I was just playing. Why don’t we let me be Head Girl for now and you two can discuss it more in depth later.” The glares between them softened slightly. There was no reason for either to be having a battle in front of Hermione. They weren’t competing for her they were trying to bring her around for both of them. Acting like first years wouldn’t help the situation.

They had arrived at a light on the wall. It looked to be exactly the same as every other light that lit the corridor.

“Entri Nel Fuoco” Blaise’s deep voice was even more lyrical when he spoke in his natural language. The sound floated over her like a caress and sent her heart beating just a little faster. The flames from the light suddenly sprang to life and skittered over the wall. They curved over the stone and outlined an archway. The stone within the flames shimmered and the archway was suddenly a doorway that opened into a common room. 

            The room was gorgeous and she couldn’t help but look around. This was nicer than the rooms that she shared with Harry, or it could just be that they suited her better. The first thing to catch her eye was a set of large bookcases settled against the wall opposite. She was itching to go over and see what books they had. She was positive that more than a few couldn’t be found in the Hogwarts library or even on a shelf at Flourish and Blotts. The guys smirked at each other at the look on her face and the unintentional couple of steps she took towards the bookcases. They took a few steps as well and it allowed the archway to become whole again.

            Hermione tore her eyes away from the plethora of books before she settled in and started reading all of them. Instead she looked around the rest of the room. Comfy looking black couches were set up conversationally in front of a huge stone fireplace. Hermione loved stone fireplaces. This one was carved right out of the thick dungeon walls. A mahogany table sat in the middle and had more books stacked on it neatly. Just past that was the entrance to a kitchenette. That confused her. She and Harry didn’t have a kitchenette in the Head dorms. There wasn’t really a need.

            Blaise saw her pondering the kitchen with her gaze. “As fond as I any type of food and the never ending tea resources of Hogwarts I sometimes find that I am in desperate need of coffee or of a good Italian meal.”

            “Blaise is an excellent cook and I daresay that he has me addicted to his coffee.” They moved past her Blaise to one of the couches in front of the fireplace and Draco to the kitchenette. A wave of the Italian’s wand had a fire in the grate. She crossed the room and took a seat on the couch opposite him. The intensity of the situation was returning.

“Tea then? Or would you prefer coffee?”

“I’ll stick with tea for now although I may have to have a cup of that coffee at some point”

“Mother’s Tea D. You know how to make it.” She had never heard him refer to the blonde in such a casual way. She assumed it was because they were back in their rooms and had relaxed a bit. Blaise sure looked relaxed with one ankle resting on his knee and one arm stretched across the back of the couch. It had pulled the sweater a little tighter and was showing the lean body off. The sound of the kettle whistling rang through the room. She was trying not to launch herself over the table at the currently silent Slytherin and the loud noise startled her. She took the time to look at the other side of the room. Three doors were set into the wall. Two were side by side. They each had beautifully inscribed lettering on them of DM and BZ. It was obviously the doors to their bedrooms. The other was probably the restroom. The sound of tinkling china brought her to face the man now carrying a tray with three cups on it. He set it down on the table in front of them and took a seat next to Blaise.

“It’s black. That’s how Blaise and I take it. We have cream and sugar as well though.” He loved the way she looked in their room. It would be easy for he and Blaise to release their pheromones again, and Merlin knew their incubi wanted them to, but he found himself wanting her to want them as them, not for their incubi capabilities. He already knew that she valued them for their intellect and they were all now ‘friends’, he just wanted to make sure that she wanted the men before her as men and not as a byproduct of a chemical reaction.

“Black is fine.” She wasn’t making it easy for his stance on taking the high road. She blew across the surface of the tea to cool it and in the process sent their minds spiraling.  The action definitely drew attention to her lips that were dark and swollen from her teeth’s worrying of them. The two warlocks watched intently as she lifted the cup to her lips.

Her eyes drifted shut for a moment. The warm liquid seemed to soothe some of the tightness within her. Her mind was calm and clear. She floated on the feeling for a moment before remembering that she wasn’t alone. She opened her eyes to meet two calculating stares.

“With mid-year exams not too far away mother sent us this tea. It’s infused with a calming potion as well as one to clear your head. It’s wonderful after studying or an exam.”

“I would have to agree. This tea is quite useful.” She took another sip and relaxed back into the plush cushions behind her.  By now the contrasting pair had also picked up their own cups and drank. For them the calming agent was also working against their rowdy incubi who were calling for them to make use of the comfortable couches. “I don’t understand why, out of all the girls at Hogwarts who would readily kill for either of you to say a word to them, that you would choose to spend two afternoons and an evening with me.”

Blaise and Draco nearly choked on their tea. They would have thought they imagined it if not for what she said next.

“I had a dream about you two. You two and me. I mean there you are all perfect in those sweaters. That table isn’t much of a barrier to be honest. A simple moving spell and it would be out of the way…. I really can’t decide who I like better. You’re both so pretty…” Both of their minds metaphorically exploded. Here was the verbal proof that she did in fact like and want them. And apparently she had a thing for their sweaters.

“Hermione are you feeling all right?” 

“Mentally and Health-wise yes. Physically kind of. I feel warm and tingly.”

“What did you put in her tea Draco?” Brown eyes bored into his as though trying to rip the answer out of him.

“I didn’t put anything in her tea, git. I wouldn’t do that.” He knew better than to take offense at that. The situation dictated the question.

“Then what’s going on?” Blaise hissed.

“I have no bloody clue.” The blonde hissed back.    

“Merlin you two are sexy when you’re angry. You should really think about getting really angry at each other and then kiss in the middle of the argument. If you record it you could make a lot of money.” Her voice drifted off and her eyes glazed. It was easy to see that she was imaging the situation that she had just created with her words.

Said angry men were startled enough to stop and just goggle at her. They had never imagined her saying anything like that. Ever. They looked back at each other, their heads tilted in confusion. Something was going on. This definitely wasn’t the girl that they knew. Apparently the incubi weren’t inclined to argue over petty things like whether she was in her right mind. The human sides of them were starting to be swayed by the whispered temptations.

“Draco when you’re calm what happens?”

“Blaise… what?” He really wasn’t in the state of mind to be answering questions. Distractions from his tenuous grip on his control wasn’t a good idea at them moment.

“Being relaxed lowers your inhibitions. The tea has an affect that lasts a while. Her inhibitions are practically gone. We never noticed the effect because we’re not exactly uptight around each other.” Made sense to Draco. And now that he knew that it was nothing but lowered inhibitions he had no qualms in taking control of the situation.

“Hermione,” After drawing her attention away from her mental musings and onto himself he continued. “I would like to inform you that your dream could become a reality if you so desired.” He let that sink in for a moment. Then in pure Draco style he resorted to action more than to words. Reaching over he grabbed Blaise and before the darker haired man could protest sealed their lips together. It was quick but enough to prove the heat that resided between them. After he had released his hold he quickly drew his wand and swept his arm moving both the unoccupied couch and the coffee table between them further into the center of the room and unobstructing his path to her.

She didn’t really notice him walking over to her. Her eyes were still glued to the spot where the two warlocks had kissed. It was as though she were still watching it in her mind. Her aura had been steadily increasing since drinking the tea but it had spiked and was now a red that he had previously only seen surrounding himself and Blaise.

Bracing both hands against the cushions on either side of her head he leaned down and kissed her like he had just kissed Blaise. It held all of the heat and intensity as the one that he had just broken except that he held this one longer. It rocked him to the core. Something within him recognized her and whether it was the meeting of two powerful auras or whether it was just chemistry something sparked at the meeting of their lips. Somewhere in his mind he recognized the feeling as the same one he had experienced the night of the dinner party, he had just been too caught up in the moment to really comprehend it. As breathing became an issue again he eased pressure on her until their lips parted. Her eyes were shut now and it didn’t look like she intended to open them anytime soon.

“Hermione?”

“Whoa.”

“He’s an incredible kisser isn’t he?” Neither Draco nor Hermione had been noticing Blaise since the blonde had stalked over to the curly haired witch. Now he was right beside them. Hermione could only nod her assent before looking over at the Italian. Being open to suggestion he interpreted the look as he wanted to. That interpretation meant taking a seat next to her on the couch and turning her towards him. He started off barely touching their lips together. She was finally back into reality and tried to scoot closer to the teasing form beside her. He added slightly more pressure and cheered in his head when she tried to deepen it even more. He loped his arms around her and drew her even closer. Eventually he let the kiss reach the same intensity as the one she had had with Draco. The same electricity the same connection was there with Blaise as well although each varied with imprints of the owners.

At this point her mind had completely shut down. She knew in the back of her mind that something was completely off but she couldn’t seem to hold onto the thought. She couldn’t hold onto any thought. Blaise finally broke the kiss and stood back up taking her hand and tugging her up with him. She found herself pressed between them and once again face to face with Draco. Well not exactly face to face. He had a good number of centimeters on her.

The incubi were going crazy at this point. They could taste the power that surrounded her and their hosts. It was the most potent of drugs. All three of the students were getting high off of the connection that they held with each other. Draco was an instant from once again reaching her mouth and embracing the jolt of another kiss. He could feel the warm breath against his lips. Her amber eyes were cloudy and dark. Her face was flushed…

Then the fire roared in the grate and all three jumped away from each other as though Zeus himself had stuck them with a lightning bolt. The imprint of the face of Severus Snape looked out at them from the flames. He summed up the situation in his usually efficient manner. Knowing that the situation was delicate and not sure of the actual parameters he chose to be careful.

“Mr. Malfoy, Mr. Zabini, I need to see you in my office.” His head popped back out of the grate with another roar of the fire.