Incubi 6/?
Outwardly silence reigned supreme. Inside of their heads however heartbeats pounded out unsteady rhythms and thoughts ran rampant. Blaise and Draco stared at Hermione and she stared at them. The males were trying to determine if she was going to bolt for the door. The female was mostly trying to determine what in Merlin’s name had just happened. She couldn’t seem to get that upset about it though a small voice in the back of her head was definitely touting that option. Every time she tried the thoughts just floated away from her.
When the two men determined that she wasn’t going to run they looked away from her and at each other. They knew that Snape wanted them and was expecting them to have left immediately after his summoning. Now the issue of what to do was rising. They needed to leave immediately if they were to avoid Snape’s wrath. At least whatever wrath he would show to his two favorite students. It was Blaise who came up with the plan. Draco was much too involved with talking himself out of telling Snape to go get the stick shagged out of his ass and resume his previous activities to be trying to come up with a plan.
“Hermione love, I think we all need to talk. Draco and I have to go see to what Professor Snape wants and then we’ll be back. Why don’t you stay and look over the books that you were staring at earlier. We’ll be back shortly I assure you.” Leaving no time for argument or discussion he half dragged his counterpart out of their common room leaving the startled witch to her perusal of their library.
The dragged had no idea what happened until he was outside in the hallway. His incubus was screaming at him when it discovered what had happened. They had been so close. Now he was being tugged down the hallway towards Snape’s chambers and farther away from the common room.
When he had Draco sufficiently far away from the common room the Italian stopped and released him. When the darker noticed the flash in the lighter’s eyes and the pulsing aura he knew the situation was precarious. Each of them had been in situations like this before. One of their incubi would override their control and the other would have to talk them down. Appealing to the incubi traits of possessiveness, greed, and/or self-preservation was the only way to do it. Blaise would have to tread carefully however. If he said the wrong thing the other incubi could turn against him.
“She’ll be there when we get back.” Clearly Draco’s incubus wasn’t impressed with this declaration. “Would you rather that Snape come to us? That’s what would have happened had we ignored him.” He could see the wheels start to turn. He was almost there. “He would have come down and kicked her out of the common room, probably have walked her back up to the main castle so that we couldn’t follow her…” The anger that had been directed at him died slowly as the full ramifications hit the other man.
“Fine then.” It came out as more of a snarl than two actual words but Blaise took it. As Draco came back to himself again the apology was written on his face. Neither of them apologized for these lapses anymore after both having dealt with numerous ones from each other but guilt still shone in each other’s eyes in the aftermath of one.
Silently they turned and continued on the way to Snape’s quarters.
“Think she knows she’s stuck in there?” The black haired man mused aloud. He was thinking of their dorm which had the added safeguard that you needed the password and whereabouts to enter but also a different password to exit.
“Not a chance.” answered his companion.
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Hermione stood unmoving for several moments. Draco and Blaise had kissed. Then Draco had kissed her. Then Blaise had kissed her. Then they had sandwiched her between them. Then Draco had almost kissed her again. Then Snape had interrupted. Then they left. The sequence of events ran through her head over and over.
She was alone. In their room. Her first reaction was to bolt for the door and hope that she could remember the route back to the main part of the castle. She almost put that into action then remembered that she wasn’t far from the Slytherin common room that held some of the more unseemly members of the house. Her decision to stay made she turned to survey the bookshelves that had captivated her earlier. There really was no point in barraging herself for what had happened until they got back and they could all talk.
She barely knew where to start. The extensive collection was sorted into categories and from there alphabetically. It seemed as though they, much like her, had kept all of their schoolbooks from previous years. She had seen and admired many of the additional books that they had on each of the school subjects. Potions, DADA, and surprisingly Charms were the biggest categories. Not surprising was the number of quidditch books that rested within easy reach. She let her eyes skim over the titles as she walked the length of the shelves. She came to the end and it was here that she took her time.
‘Various’ was the over-generalized category that she found herself in at the end of the shelves. She realized that this section was actually broken down into sub-sections. Approval swept through her. She glanced at the book titles intending on going back to a charms book that had caught her interest. The Business Practices of Goblins, Making Money the
The book looked new enough but the pages were spread slightly from numerous readings. Now her interest was really piqued. What was it that they read so often? She drew the cover open only to stare, stunned, for long moments. There written in a beautiful flowing script were two words.
Curiosity got the better of her. As uncomfortable as she might feel snooping through a sex manual she was still curious about the book. Turning the page she didn’t find the table of contents that she had anticipated. Instead laid out before her were two figures, nude, and standing next to each other. As she watched they moved. She stared fascinated as the two figures showed how to get into the classic missionary position and than began to move together to show how the position worked. She assumed that this must be why it was the Magical Edition. The pictures moving seemed like it would be convenient as a reference tool. She went to turn the page but discovered that it would not turn.
The figures gave her the answer as to why. As she watched the figures moved again, this time the male figure had hooked one arm behind the leg closest to Hermione’s view and raised the knee almost to the woman’s chest. The title of the page re-wrote itself to say The Plough. Crossing the room and still absorbed in the book Hermione sat down in the spot vacated by Blaise and continued to absorb the book.