Incubi 2/?
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“Hermione are you still up here? The guests are starting to arrive.”
“I’ll be down in a minute, Mother.” Her voice betrayed none of the nerves currently jangling through her body. The past few days had seen her tied up in knots. As always Blaise and Draco strode through the halls confident with their place in them. The only difference was the seemingly genuine smiles that Hermione received from them whenever she wasn’t with Ron and or Harry. Every time her world tilted on its axis and left her spinning. She hadn’t talked to them directly since the library and now the prospect of doing so left her short of breath. There wasn’t even Ron and Harry to be a distraction tonight.
She felt silly. Men had never gotten to her like this before. She usually could just dismiss them and go back to studying. After all there was plenty of time for that sort of thing after she finished with school. The two men downstairs were proving impossible to dismiss. Now she was, to be honest, hiding from them and their effect. She studied herself in the mirror once again. She had been ready a while ago really. She had just spent the last hour pinning miniscule hairs and placing unneeded finishing touches on her makeup.
“This is ridiculous.” Not allowing herself any time to hesitate she walked to her bedroom door and out of it. The soft clinking of glasses from the cocktail hour and the murmur of voices floated to her ears. She made her way down the hall and to the stairs. As her hand touched the banister her heart started racing and her stomach felt off. Tramping down the urge to run back to her room she took the stairs one at a time. Every step seemed to constrict her more. Just as she was turning to go back, her mother appeared.
“There you are. Hermione you look fantastic. I told you that was the dress to get. It looks like it was made for you. Just wait until everyone sees you.” With that she was lead down the hall. The most prominent witches and wizards in
The red dress robes were just tight enough to show off her now developed figure but not tight enough to cause controversy. The neckline was wide and fell off of her shoulders leaving her neck and shoulders bare. It skimmed ending just high enough to show off the matching red heels. Her hair had been left down and ran in a river of curls to just past the middle of her back. The makeup was light accentuating the delicate features and wide eyes but hardly noticeable. The affect was a definite change from her usual attire and not something she would have ever worn normally but her mother had insisted.
“Hermione, you’re seventeen now. It’s high time you started looking like it. After all, you did inherit all of the good genes. When I was seventeen your father…” Ryla Granger had kept on like this for a while before Hermione had finally consented just to get her to stop talking.
Then the chattering started again. The men went back to their business and the women back to their societal news but the wheels were turning. Society had been waiting for years for the only Granger heir to finally blossom. If this was any example Hermione had finally arrived. For those who had sons of the appropriate age one eye was kept on the young heiress to see if they could some how match them together.
The moments of silence before conversation had been resumed had been some of the scariest of her life. She had almost stopped breathing when every eye in the room had turned to her. Now she allowed her lungs to get oxygen. Her eyes wandered over the crowd. She knew every person in it and smiled if they caught her eye.
“You look lovely my dear,” Mr. Granger had appeared out of the crowd. Brushing a kiss over her cheek he whispered to her. “Far too lovely to be my little girl. I’m afraid my wand will have to remain in my hand so I can hex away all of your suitors.” Hermione laughed. Straitening he said, “Come with me. There are some ministry officials here who would like to meet you. They’re positively drooling over your school marks.”
Twenty minutes later found her laughing along with said Ministry officials as she listened to stories from the wilder cases they had experienced. The stories had started off as a way to entice her to come work for them and had ended up a competition between the men to see whose cases were funnier and more outrageous. The back of her neck prickled as she felt eyes on her.
“Gentlemen your stories are truly entertaining but I feel as though I’m ignoring the rest of the guests…”Complaints were voiced but Hermione managed to escape with a plea that they save some stories for later in the evening when she would return to hear them. Heat crept up her spine as she scanned the room looking for her watcher.
“You look ravishing Hermione.” The heat turned around and pooled in her abdomen. Draco’s words rang though her and sent her senses tumbling. She whirled around to see them standing side by side just far enough away to be polite but close enough to feel the full impact of their presence. Her mouth went completely dry.
They made a stunning picture. Both were wearing standard formal black but Draco and Blaise far outshined the other men in the room. The black seemed to suit both the light and darker complexions equally and highlighted the shared height, broad shoulders and lean hips.
Hermione found her senses reeling again as Blaise claimed her hand to brush his lips against it purposely skimming over the spot where her quill had scratched her. Before being released the hand was passed to Draco who mimicked Blaise’s actions.
“Thank You Draco, You two look dashing as well.” Only her years of grace and poise in any situation kept her voice from wavering. ‘Dashing’ was an understatement. ‘The embodiment of sex’ was more like it. Covert glances were shot across the room at them. Minds wandered and small pangs of jealousy were felt. None watched more closely that Narcissa Malfoy, Maria Zabini, and Ryla Granger. Of all of the young wizards of this generation it was perhaps the three now making their way over to the refreshments that were poised to take the wizarding world by storm.
Not only were all three epitomes of intelligence, wit, and beauty, they were also the products of unions of six of the oldest and purest lines in the world. Being heirs to massive fortunes didn’t hurt either as both Hermione and Draco were only children, and Blaise’s share of his family’s wealth rivaled theirs.
Hermione was currently having a hard time putting one foot in front of the other. Walking between Blaise and Draco was doing serious damage to her ability to even stand. Blaise and Draco were smiling at each other over her head. They had seen the abrupt shift in her aura after she had heard Draco’s voice and then watched it deepen as she had taken them in. As she waked next to them it slowly kept deepening in color. That combined with how she looked tonight was doing serious damage to their controls. To avoid acting on his baser impulses Blaise spoke.
“Are you looking forward to the Halloween Ball Hermione?” She was so absorbed in not falling that the question didn’t penetrate for a moment.
“Oh, yes I am. It’s hard to believe that Dumbledore got The Duelers to perform. I’ve been hearing their new songs on the Wireless.” Draco glanced at Blaise again this time with a genuine smile. He knew how to get firmly into her good graces now.
“I never took you for one to listen to the wireless.”
“I love music. I just never have time to listen to it at school. To be honest it’s my way to unwind a bit during my breaks away from school.”
“Jackson Jay is their lead singer right?” Hermione nodded absently. “I could introduce you if you would like me to…” She stopped dead in her path and turned on heel to face him.
“You know Jackson Jay?”
“Jackson Jay is a stage name. His real name is William Varnum.” He saw the realization dawn upon her face.
“He’s your cousin?” Draco just nodded. “I had no idea.”
Her face was lit up with excitement and her smile was radiant. Only the thought that they were surrounded, and that part of the crowd consisted of all three of their sets of parents kept Draco from kissing her. He caught Blaise’s eye. Blaise was feeling it too. The expression ‘saved by the bell’ had never been more apt. The dinner chime echoed through the lounge and tiny golden birds appeared in front of each guest waiting to show them to their seats.
The two boys beside her laughed then followed the trail of tiny stars that trailed in the bird’s wake. Hermione was already aware that her seat was directly between Blaise’s and Draco’s. The surprise for them was both a pleasure and a problem. They were already worked up and having her right next to them for what was sure to be a few hours was going to be torture. Blaise beat Draco to Hermione’s seat pulling it out for her. She smiled and graciously accepted the action.
As each of them took their seats the golden birds landed in front of them and became inanimate once more. Everyone else was delighted as the birds turned into souvenirs but Blaise’s and Draco’s weren’t done yet. The gold seemed to melt off of them revealing a deep green. Instead of the red writing on the other’s birds the script that spelled their names was brilliant silver. Hermione’s lips twitched up in pride and amusement. They both turned to her in astonishment.
“I knew you wouldn’t keep them if they were gold and red.” It was a plain stated fact.
“I thought that the birds were your touch. Now the thought is confirmed.” Blaise was suitably impressed. The birds were a great touch and would serve as a remembrance of the night. She smiled at the compliment.
Much like at Hogwarts food appeared in front of each diner. The three students ate their fill glad for the break from school food. There was nothing wrong with the school food… it was just… boring. The salad of tender greens and exotic vegetables, the sesame encrusted tuna with soy, and the braised beef was definitely not boring. Had Blaise been freer about the comparison he would have called the food orgasmic.
He couldn’t help himself when the chocolate mouse appeared. Not only was it succulent. It had also been flavored with a hint of, if he wasn’t mistaken, Zabini merlot. Chocolate and wine were two of his favorite things and the combination almost made his eyes roll back into his head at the first taste.
Glancing next to him at Hermione and Draco’s reactions was a mistake. They were obviously of the same opinion and it showed on their faces. Hermione’s eyes were closed and the corners of her mouth were turned up in a sumptuous smile. If he tried hard enough he could almost hear the purr she was suppressing.
It was Draco’s expression that really had his incubi blood singing. He and the blonde had been lovers for so long that Blaise knew all of the expressions and what provoked them. The one he was currently wearing had previously only been brought about when Blaise worked that spot behind his left ear. It left Blaise wondering what could make Hermione wear that expression for him.
I had been hard enough to focus on engaging in conversation while being in this proximity to the two. Now he could feel the control slipping from his grasp. The water he drank seemed to evaporate in his mouth. Under the table he slipped his wand from his pocket and cast a charm over everyone so they didn’t notice him slip from the room. The only ones not affected by it were Draco and Hermione. Both watched his departure with a mix of concern and admiration for the view.
“Excuse me love.” He followed Blaise out of the room. Hermione was worried but also relieved. She hadn’t been able to breathe all night. She keenly felt it every time she bumped hands with one of them or they had touched her to emphasize their point of view on something. Considering the opinionated nature of all three this had happened a lot. She had had the slight feeling of drowning in their presence since they had sought her out earlier. Taking the deep calming breaths she had been needing, she focused on her mousse and on not thinking about the two empty seats next to her who still seemed to carry the presence of their occupants.
Blaise was leaning over the marbled sink splashing himself with cool water when Draco found him. Neither said anything. They didn’t need to. It was obvious what was wrong with Blaise. At least it was obvious to Draco. The blonde leaned against the wall waiting for the darker boy to calm down.
“Scopata.” Fuck
“As I recall you were the one who shot down that plan in favor of a proper seduction. One that takes time.” Draco remained casual leaving his amusement out of it.
“Perchè ascoltate me.”Why do you listen to me? Draco’s mouth quirked at Blaise’s use of Italian in place of English. It was something he only did when he was exceptionally angry… or exceptionally turned on. Most of the time he didn’t even know he did it.
“Non conosco il mio amico.”I don’t know my friend. Draco had learned Italian long ago just by being at the Zabini villa so much. Blaise managed a laugh. He often asked Draco why the blonde listened to him. He always answered that he didn’t know why. In truth Blaise’s plans were usually more ethical and took longer but he often voiced that life would be easier if he followed Draco’s more direct methods.
The moment distracted him enough for him to get his control back. He still wanted to snog the smirking Slytherin into the wall but could at least resist the impulse. He straitened, cast a drying spell on his face, and started towards the door. Pausing he glanced at Draco. The blonde was still smirking about his temporary language amnesia. A heartbeat later the smirk was being snogged off of his face by cause of it. The kiss was all fire. As suddenly as it started it was over and Blaise was out the door leaving a disheveled Draco to pull himself together while cursing his best friend.
Hermione was so deeply lost in her musings that she didn’t notice him re-enter the room until he slid back into his seat. She jumped and almost knocked over her wine glass in her surprise. Blaise’s fingers wrapped around hers on the stem of the glass to help her steady it. Neither retracted their hands until long after the appropriate time table both caught up in the feeling of the other’s hand beside theirs. A slight breeze was felt as Draco swept back into his chair with slightly more force than was really necessary. It had the desired effect though as both Hermione and Blaise withdrew their hands from the glass and from each other.
Dinner had passed with laughter all around. Everyone thought the food was superb as was the conversation. The guests lingered at the table until the call of wine, tea, and firewiskey became too much and everyone went back into the lounge. Still having Blaise and Draco attached to her sides Hermione headed for the balcony for some air. With a flick of Draco’s wand glasses of wine flew into each of their hands.
In contrast to the warmth inside the balcony was cool with a slight breeze. Draco, already having been beaten once, was quick to shrug his jacket off and drape it lightly across Hermione’s shoulders throwing a smug smirk at Blaise as he did so. Ever the Slytherin the blonde also took the opportunity to cast a spell over the room they had just exited to discourage those inside to follow them out. Before he put his wand away he also whispered ‘Obscurus’ thus ensuring that those inside could not watch them through the glass French doors. He turned his attention back to the two now having an animated discussion on the merits of Italian wine vs. French wine.
“Give up love, this is an argument you’ll never win.” Draco studied the now exasperated brunette. He rather liked seeing her in his coat. It made him think of her in just the coat… or in just his shirt with her hair wild after a night with him and Blaise…
Sensing the shift in Draco Blaise tried to cover for him. “Draco’s right Hermione. Wine is meant to come from
For Hermione the mixture was lethal. A shaky hand reached for the balcony in an effort to keep herself on her feet. The inky night was broken only by the diamond shine of billions of starts over the valley.
Her head was swimming and she was incredibly aware of the two men that were with her on the balcony. Alone. The proximity of the party was in no way deterring her sudden desperate desire for them. Electricity shot through her as she felt a hand on her arm. She whipped around. Behind her the cool stone of the balcony pressed into her. She was more likely to go through it than to go through the two men who now stood side by side in front of her. The hand had retreated back to its owner.
She had never seen anything like it. They radiated power and seduction and sex. Their eyes almost glowed with intent and intensity. The beauty of the two men was almost blinding. The power of two fully mature, albeit young, incubi was being unleashed upon her. As courageous, opinionated, intelligent, and strong willed as she was she didn’t stand a chance.
“Come here Hermione.” Each of the incubi reached out a hand to her. Unable to look away from them she somehow found the strength to let go of the balcony and take a step towards them…