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Pairing: Draco/Hermione/Blaise F/M/M (I told you now...)
Summary: When Draco and Blaise are younger they accidently absorb Incubi blood. When the two set their sights on Hermione Granger what will happen? How will she react? Why are they so drawn to her?
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Seven years ago…
At 10 years old Blaise and Draco were already proving why they were going to be in the top three of their Hogwarts class, which is why they were allowed down into Signor Zabini’s potions workroom. It was a first. Blaise’s father was a Potion’s master and while a great deal of his wealth was inherited, it also came from the creation of new potions. The older Zabini had gone upstairs for a moment to answer an urgent call from the Potion Regulation department at the Italian Ministry. He would only be gone a minute but had told the boys to watch the potion for him to make sure it didn’t boil over.
This one was deep red color that emitted a faintly wine like smell. The Signor hadn’t explained what the potion was, and skillfully dodged any of the questions they asked about effects or uses. They only knew that it was going to make a lot of money. The lack of explanation had the boys curious. They went through the ingredients looking for something dangerous or cool.
Draco had been the one to pick up the vial. The other boy was looking at the last of the ingredients and failed to find anything interesting. “Whoa… Blaise… This is incubus blood!”
“You don’t even know what an incubus is Draco.”
“So, it’s still blood.” Blaise grabbed the vial out of Draco’s hand and held it up to the light. The blood was warm in the vial and under the light it looked darker than any other blood he had ever seen his father buy. That explained the color of the potion. Carefully he set the vial back onto the table but it slipped and fell to the floor with a tinkle of breaking glass. The boys looked at each other with wide eyes. Hurriedly they bent down to try to clean it up, acquiring cuts on their hands as they worked.
Incubus blood is tricky. Given the opportunity, like the one the boys presented, it will absorb into you much faster than any other know liquid . By the time the boys had picked up all the pieces of the vial, the blood had been absorbed into their cuts, but they were too worried about Signor Zabini to notice. A few drops were all the Potions Master had put into the potion. As a single drop of incubus blood carries magical properties. The vial had contained a lot more than one drop.
The Signor was too distracted by what had happened upstairs to notice the missing ingredient. He simply put the cauldron and its contents to simmer for a few days and banished the ingredients back into his storage room with a flick of his wand. Motioning for the boys to follow him, he led the way upstairs.
Draco and Blaise had been prepared for puberty. That wasn’t anything weird. They weathered those changes: the hair, the voice changing, the sudden growth spurts. Then there were the weird changes. There were days that they couldn’t seem to cool off, or they thought they saw something glowing around someone. Both Draco and Blaise dismissed them as… well… anything they could think of at the time. The change that was harder to ignore was emotional.
There were days when being surrounded the students was unbearable. They had no idea why, just that the tension was so tight that they couldn’t breathe. Embarrassingly, they also had to start casting impediment charms on themselves due to almost round the clock erections.
Then they began to be hot all the time and to see the glowing around everyone, and it didn’t go away. Finally, they broke down and went to the library. Every book that had a reference to an incubus was brought out. The blood was the only logical explanation. Otherwise they were two healthy boys. The blood was also the only thing they had in common.
It only took them minutes to realize what had happened. It made them feel better that they weren’t the only ones who had ever been infected by incubi blood. Even if there were only four other reported cases. The only problem was that three of them had been infected with too much of it and had died, all in search of the secret to incubi irresistibility. The fourth had only been very slightly infected and the results were minimal. The only effect was partial empathy.
The two sat in silence for what could have been hours. Only the giggling of curious First Years disturbed them. Finally they looked at each other. Standing in synchronization they walked right out of the library, down the steps, and right to Snape’s office door. They studied the heavy wood both contemplating what they needed to say. They didn’t have much time. The door swung open.
“Malfoy. Zabini. What do you want?” When he took a closer look at them he realized it was something major. The two had brought pride to Slytherine for three years and it was well known that he favored them. He ushered the contrasting pair in and to seats in front of his desk.
They didn’t’ speak for a long time. Then Draco said ‘We’re incubi.” Snape’s persona of detachment and aloofness that he perpetually carried stayed for a minute as his brain processed what he had said. Then his mouth fell open. He had known that something strange was going on with the two of them, but this wasn’t even a fleeting thought. For any other student he would have considered this a prank. However this was Draco and Blaise. The polar opposite best friends may have played pranks on Potter and his gang but not on professors. This and the changes he had seen in the boys over the past few months pushed him to believe them. The only question was ‘How?”
Snape leaned back in his chair and crossed his fingers. Blaise was looking strait ahead, his brown gaze focused on something unseen to anyone else. Draco was looking to him. “Incubi can’t have children and I assure you that both of your sets of parents are biological.”
“It was an accident. I dropped the vial… the blood spilled, we cut ourselves…” Blaise, always either emotional or stoic was strangely distanced. Snape looked to Draco who just nodded.
Severus thought quickly. He had heard of rare occurrences like this, most of them didn’t end well. It all depended on how much they had absorbed. If the last year or so was any indication it would seem that any effects from the blood were taking their cues from the boys’ puberties. “When?”
“Three years ago.” The quiet admission came from the blonde.
“Makes sense that it would happen now, as your coming into your sexual maturities…” Snape was muttering to himself. “How much do you know about incubi?”
“Enough to be sure. I… I don’t think we’re full incubi but we’ve got most of their traits while maintaining our human ones. We’ve got the higher body temperature, we see auras, we can feel others’ sexual tension, and we’re almost… what do the muggles call it… nymphomaniacs?” The Potions Master was scribbling notes on a piece of parchment as the blonde boy spoke. His mouth twitched at the last comment in uncharacteristic humor.
“Why are you being so calm? Doesn’t this freak you out a bit?” Blaise’s voice was so quiet that the scratching of the quill almost drown it out.
Severus put his quill down slowly. He looked at Blaise for a few minutes then at Draco, the back to Blaise. He couldn’t imagine what they were feeling, to learn that they were something other than normal, and incubi at that. One mistake. They would have to deal with it for the rest of their lives.
A wave of his wand had a book flying through the air to land on the desk in front of him. The outside title proclaimed it to be: Gideon’s Guide to Not-So-Mythical-Creatures. He flipped through it until he found what he was looking for.
Incubi (Sex Demon)
Incubi are sexual creatures that feed off of the sexual energy of humans. While most incubi are male, they can be female, but female incubi are called ‘Succubi’.
Incubi are unnatural beautiful, a trait that aids them in seducing women (most incubi are bisexual and will not turn down the opportunity if a man were to be prime prey) for food. Not much is known about how ‘food’ is obtained through sexual energy as Incubi are reluctant to reveal themselves. They also have high body temperatures and are warm to the touch. When aroused this body temperature increases and the incubus becomes almost scorching.
Incubi are well known for their ability to feel other being’s sexual arousal, as well as ‘read’ their aura, both of which allow for easier choices in sources of energy. These abilities can also be detrimental to the social lives of Incubi as large concentrations of sexual tension can cause harm to or even kill them. Along with this Incubi emit a constant, almost pheromone-type signal which hinders their ability to go out in public as its purpose, to lure prey, works almost too well.
Incubus blood is found in many desire and impotence potions in trace amounts, but large amounts and the direct blood are not used. Unlike most other bloods Incubi blood maintains it’s magical qualities in minute doses. This is a curiosity based on the fact that Blood is obtained through their volunteering it, which makes it an extremely scarce commodity. Most Potions Masters will either forego the use of it in favor of more available sources, or will establish contact with an incubus as a source for it. Many muggles back in the 1500-1600’s claimed to be impregnated by incubi but was controversial as many incubi claim to be sterile.
As far as we know no one has ever been hurt by an incubus. Both the act itself and the taking of the energy cause no adverse effects other than extreme drowsiness.
Being the way they were had its drawback’s. Part of their allure came from the blatant sexuality they exuded. Unfortunately part of the reason they exuded it was because they always needed it. That kind of raw need wasn’t good to carry around with you, and as they found out it was detrimental to leading normal lives. So, around halfway through Third year they turned to a source of release that seemed endless. Each other.
One night, on their way back to the dorm, they had been as close to calm as they came when they passed by a classroom. Obviously the occupants had been busy as they got hit with the biggest dose of sexual energy they had ever felt. It was lucky that Snape had managed to wrangle them a separate room, the rumor mill had decided that their families had arranged it and paid the school generously for the privilege, going through a common room might have resulted in an attack. They had sprinted the entire way back. Once the door was safely sealed behind them they had paced back and forth.
“Blaise, I…” The black haired boy just nodded. The clothes they had worn that night would be later found un-wearable. There was nothing slow, nothing romantic, some might not even have called that first encounter human. Mouths, hands, limbs, and cocks were tangled for hours. It was literally hours. It was the culmination of months of the tension felt from every student and staff member of Hogwarts, all of their own tension, and basically the release of everything they felt about being incubi. That required time.
After that it became a way to release when it all got to be too much. Neither would classify it as love. They both slept with other people, there wasn’t even any jealousy about it. This caught the overflow, what normal humans couldn’t keep up with. They simply had too many needs, and surprisingly, it wasn’t awkward at all. It simply became another part of being incubi. It was also a way to keep suspicion about themselves down. There was ‘teenage horny’ and then there was ‘something’s wrong with them’ levels of activity. This kept that level at ‘teenage very horny’.
It wasn’t hard to understand the attraction. Long, black, slightly curly hair fell over sculpted features and reminded everyone of the statues that his ancestors carved back in the golden days of the muggle Roman Empire. Every girl taking muggle studies who paid attention during the lectures over the ancient civilization imagined him in a toga posing just for them. The white cloth would offset the tan skin and dark, burning eyes. He would have made a great statue, worthy even of the gods. It didn’t hurt that while he didn’t play quidditch he did do exercise enough to have the body of one.
Her attraction to the other man wasn’t a stretch either. Girls, boys, and Professors alike dreamed of just one night with him. Rumors periodically went around school that some of the most affluent of wizarding society had offered him wealth beyond measure for his company. It was something in the way he was. Pale skin and even paler hair combined with a smile that had brought many almost to their knees wasn’t enough. Neither was the body that he did get from quidditch, long, lean, and powerful. No, there was something else too, a kind of oozing sinfulness.
Yes, Blaise Zabini and Draco Malfoy were deliciously opposite. Blaise invited imaginings of being worshipped for hours on end, being torturously kept on slow burn for as long he pleased. Draco on the other hand was more the type to have you screaming within seconds and not stop until you couldn’t walk, or talk, for a week. Both were equally alluring. Together, well… Hermione didn’t stand a chance in hell of resisting them if they didn’t want her to, especially when she found out just why they were so irresistible.
For them it started on Platform 9¾ at the beginning of seventh year. A group of the Slytherin seventh years were talking quietly about the coming year. Blaise was the first to see her. She had just popped through the entrance tugging her luggage behind her. Having never seen her in anything but her uniform, the casual muggle jeans and baby doll t-shirt were a bit of a shock. She even had her hair down. The abundant curls reached almost half way down her back. The term ‘bushy’ never even entered his mind.
Draco, noticing Blaise’s distraction, followed his gaze. A pretty girl was standing near the entrance to the platform. He should… whoa, it was Hermione. It was Hermione in an outfit that while not provocative, but was a major step up from the Hogwarts uniform. Appreciation for how she looked flooded through him. The wheels in his head began to turn. He had never considered the female member of the trio to be anything but the person keeping Potter and Weasley from themselves. Now, well, the summer had obviously been good to her. A touch on his arm brought him back into the conversation. Hermione wasn’t forgotten, just tucked into the back of his mind.
Blaise’s mind wasn’t too far behind. After the initial surprise wore off he too began to think. He had always wondered why Hermione had chosen to be friends with the Hero and the Red One. It never made any sense. She had the family, the means, and the intelligence to match even himself and Draco. With the recent realization that she was gorgeous, that confusion was just increased. It was true that he and Draco never lacked for companionship but Blaise found himself immensely drawn to a person he hadn’t looked at twice. Something about ‘late bloomers’ drifted through his mind before he shrugged and rejoined the talk now centered on the coming quidditch season.
Later the boys were heading back to the compartment after visiting Snape when Hermione came towards them in a rush. Her hair was still down and falling around her face as she tried to get the last buttons on her shirt buttoned as she muttered to herself. She managed before she reached them and with a quick wave of her wand the tie was tied around her neck. She fastened her robe and then with another wave sent her hair up on top of her head. Apparently satisfied she smiled to herself and ducked into a nearby compartment. A subtle glance through the window while passing by told them that it was the Head meeting.
Though neither showed any outward signs both were caught up in the unwitting show she had just put on. It was easy to imagine her trying to right herself and look presentable at the Head meeting because she had just come from a secret tryst. Those thoughts kept them occupied and mostly unaware of the stares that followed them down the hallway as students pressed against the windows of their compartments to watch them walk away.
Once they settled into their compartment, drawn the shade on the door to deter prying eyes, and cast silencing charms for the eavesdroppers, they got down to the real situation. “Any ideas?” Avoiding issues was one of the things that the two didn’t do. Avoiding got you no where so why bother. Besides, they knew when the other one was upset anyway from reading the others’ aura. They wanted Hermione. Now how to get her?
This situation wasn’t uncommon. They had shared witches before. Not inside of Hogwarts, but there were more than a few over the past three years at summer houses and at societal dinners. Sharing wasn’t the issue at all. Hermione was. They weren’t stupid. Hermione wasn’t the top of the class and Head Girl because she lied down and took things. She was one of the most determined, stubborn, and ambitious people either had ever met. She wasn’t a girl to just fall to the floor in front of them when they smiled at her. It was extremely unfortunate at the moment. It would have made things easier.
“None that deal with actually getting her into our bed,,,, but plenty for after that point.” Draco stretched out along the compartment bench, putting his hands behind his head, and contemplating those ideas.
“I think the first thing we need to do is get her to not hate you.” The raven-haired boy said.
“She doesn’t hate me. She just doesn’t like me because I don’t get along with The-Boy-Who-Wanked and Weasel. I’ve never done anything to her.”
“Maybe you should tone down the fights with them.”
“They start it. I can’t help it if I’m getting shagged on a regular basis and they’re jealous.”
“We probably want to start talking to her too. Long exposure to us will help break down her defenses, and it’ll get her used to us.”
“We’re not bloody marrying her! I say we seduce her like the sexy incubi we are and deal with the consequences later. She’s stubborn but she’s still human. It won’t take long.”
“Fine, I’ll stop helping them start fights with me.” Blaise raised an eyebrow. Draco gave an exasperated sigh. “And I won’t use my incubus wiles on her yet. But if I’m waiting, you’re going to damn well help me wait.”
Blaise smirked and sauntered over to his best friend. “What, Book Worm make you hot?”
“Fuck you Zabini.” Onee one pale hand grabbed the back of a dark head and the trip to Hogwarts had never been faster.
For her it had started, appropriately, in the library. Seeing Hermione spread out at a table, stacks of books by topic all over the place, and piles of notes on top of those was a normal occurrence. True, as head girl she had an entire room set aside for her and Harry to study in, but with quidditch season approaching Harry had turned it into a war room full of charts, tactics, and late-night team meetings.
Besides this had been her study table for six years. She wasn’t about to abandon it. Absorbed in the effects of the Luminancy Potion on vampires she didn’t notice him until he already pulled out a seat and sat. She jumped, scratching her hand with her quill in the process. The ink repelling charm she had put on her hands earlier was still working, but already blood was welling up from the cut.
Taking her hand gently, he inspected the damage. With a wave of his wand and a few muttered words the cut disappeared. He brushed his lips over the place where it had been. Their imprint while invisible was also indelible, her skin almost burned from where his lips had just been.
When she found her voice again she managed “Blaise.”
“Hermione.” It came out like honey; she almost felt it against her skin. He accompanied it with a slow smile. She cursed herself as her body reacted as if she were a silly first year, just like he knew it would. It was a smooth move. He had charm, looks, and money to spare. Her mother would have drooled over him, and probably printed wedding invitations had she known they were speaking at all. It was exactly the kind of man she wanted to avoid. At least… that’s what her head said. The rest of her body wasn’t agreeing with that decision.
“Did you need something?” Her voice was cool and cautious. He couldn’t blame her. They had never interacted with each other outside of the occasional class together. Other than that they only saw each other across the invisible divide that separated Harry’s camp from Draco’s during arguments. More often now, especially since the start of this school year, there had been less of them due to Draco having stopped most of his share of the instigating.
He let his gaze travel over neatly pinned hair and the uniform that she never seemed to take off, and he had been paying attention since school started. He found himself fighting the urge to rumple her up like he had seen her on the train, or even just a little more relaxed like on the platform. Not that the prim and proper look wasn’t giving him ideas as well. “I just saw you, wanted to say hello.”
“Blaise, you don’t ‘just say hello’, at least as far as I know.”
“I do when the mood strikes me.” She had a feeling that he applied that to almost everything he did. From all accounts he embodied the ‘passionate Italian’, leading with his heart more than his mind. It was far too easy for her to picture him when a ‘mood struck’ and just how impossible it would be for most women to deny him, or anyone, of either gender, for that matter. His eyes would darken and..
She pushed her dirty thoughts out of her mind firmly. She prided herself on being what seemed like the only girl in the castle that wouldn’t rip her clothes off in the middle of dinner for him or Draco if they looked at her twice. She was intensely glad that they didn’t offer Legilimency at Hogwarts. Unfortunately for her, being who he was, Blaise picked up on the sexual feelings. He might not be able to actually read her thoughts but he sure as hell knew what the general gist of them was. Her aura had changed from the cool blue of concentration to a fiery red that could rival his and Draco’s. Yet on the outside she was just the same studious Hermione. The contrast was making his blood boil as fire raced though his veins.
Draco always did have amazing timing. He proved himself once again by coming around the corner of the bookshelf. It took all of his limited control after taking in the scene not to just drag them back to the room he and Blaise shared and screw patience by screwing them. It didn’t help that Blaise looked like he was about to pounce over the table at Hermione anyway. Talking himself out of that he sauntered over to them, both of their attentions were focused on him. He took the chair next to Blaise and focused his gaze onto the witch opposite him.
“Hermione.” Much like Blaise he managed to scatter her wits just by saying her name. Not that she was going to let him know that.
“Draco.” If possible, faced with both of them her voice was even cooler. It was stunning when compared with how much her aura was screaming the exact opposite. Neither Blaise nor Draco could figure out how she could ignore the inferno sure to be cooking inside of her, she was outwardly cool and calm but every wave she gave off was undermining that impression.
Hermione was beginning to get extremely nervous. Blaise Zabini talking to her was shocking enough. He was after all best friends with her best friends’ sworn enemy, but to have that sworn enemy come join in was just unnerving. She was on edge waiting for the attack, or at least a snide comment.
Draco was just stunned that she had used his first name. It rolled off of her tongue like she had been calling him by it forever. He found that he liked it. The blonde knew that he had to be careful. She was clearly suspicious of them.
“So, did you just come over to say hello too?” Blaise’s lips twitched in amusement. Her tongue had always been sharp. It only took Draco a moment to catch up to the comment.
“Yes, but I thought I would get creative and throw a ‘How are you?’ in there too.” One thing she could credit them with was being able to keep up with her. For them it was vice-versa. God help her Draco was smirking, and Blaise was smiling. The metaphorical firm ground beneath her feet was crumbling.
“Why do you care?” She shot.
“Call me curious.”
“I’m fine.” Draco and Blaise had a hard time not cringing. ‘I’m fine’ was a man’s worst nightmare. Blaise was more than content to sit back and let Draco handle this one.
“How are the preparations for your parents’ dinner party coming?” He and Blaise had thought about and talked about little else since both receiving owls from their respective mother’s about it. It had been made clear that both were expected to attend. Not that they were complaining. It was time with Hermione away from school and her friends. Time that was going to be spent wholly in her company as they were the only three young people on the guest list.
“Good. Everything is ready. The only thing left to do is wait. Although mother keeps owling about the color of the table cloths, mostly because I won’t let her change the menu again.” Blaise and Draco laughed. They too had been through the planning by their parents of a major social event, and felt the exact same way about it. “I take it you two will be in attendance?”
“As long as our invitations still stand.” That smooth line was delivered by Blaise. They started talking about the various guests who would be there next Saturday and how ridiculous some of the events they had been to had been.
The three stayed that way all afternoon. The essay was forgotten in favor of talking with the boys. There were pauses in the conversation but they were never awkward. Instead they were comfortable until one of them mused about something starting them off again. When it came time for dinner all three were astonished. They had been there for almost four hours. Blaise and Draco put some of the books away while Hermione packed up.
Just before exiting the library they stopped. None of them were particularly keen to go back to how it was before. While the boys had been looking forward to this shift in their relationship with her, Hermione had been railroaded by it.
“So I guess I’ll be seeing you on Saturday.”
“Yes, you will.” Blaise’s voice left no room for questioning, and it hinted at something… more intimate. He leaned down and placed a soft lingering kiss on her cheek. The nearness and the feel of his lips on her skin was doing major damage to her ability to stand. When Draco mimicked Blaise on the other side she thought she might collapse. Both men had infused the kisses with a little bit of incubi pheromones. It insured that she would think about them long after they were gone. Blaise opened the door and swept his arm to usher her out.
“Good night Hermione.” With that and the swish of their robes they were gone and headed back to their rooms in the dungeon. When she had regained her sense of balance she headed down the stairs to dinner. Whether she would admit it or not she had loved talking to them. They were interesting and smart, and far better conversationalists than most of the people at Hogwarts. They were also troubling. Why had they come talked to her? She had let down her guard this afternoon and had fun with them. What if they were using her? She tried not to think about it. She told herself that it had just been an interesting conversation with two peers. Nothing more. Even if she couldn’t stop remembering how yummy they had looked sitting across from her, or the way her cheeks still burned where their lips had touched, or how quickly and forcefully her body had responded to a kiss on the cheek.