The Stars will guide us Home

Massage

QUOTE OF THE CHAPTER: The conversation between your fingers and someone else's skin is the most important discussion you can ever have - Unknown.

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NOTE: This is a snippet from The Slytherin Triad.

SETTING: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Hermione Black, 1/3rd of the Slytherin Trio and Triad, the brightest witch of her age, the girl-who-knew, a 6th year student of Hogwarts, was seated under a huge Willow tree overlooking the Black Lake.

This day being a Sunday was a day off for everyone. Some students were found in their common room giggling and gossiping, pranking, finishing their homework/incomplete work, napping off, or doing whatever they do whenever they're free.

As the Quidditch Pitch was damaged recently by the Winter's attack, the students had nothing else productive to do. Many were still sulking because of the 'off-limits' to the Quidditch Pitch.

The Professors were off to Merlin knows where. They were all in their own Quarters, doing their own work, leaving the students to fend for themselves. Even Mr. Filch was in his room, curled up with Mrs. Norris, fast asleep.

Harry Potter, the boy-who-lived, 1/3 of the Slytherin Trio and Triad, the second best student in his year, the youngest seeker of the century, the Young Lord (well, he's the last Scion of the family, but he still cannot be emancipated until he's 18) of the Potter family, lay with his head on Hermione's (his Mate and girlfriend) lap, under the Willow Tree.

Wearing a printed tee-shirt and casual trousers, Harry was trying to doze off or at least rest for a while, under the care of his Hermione, who was running her dainty fingers through his nest of a hair all the while staring into the space.

Many had taken the pair's idea and are now out at the grounds near the Black Lake picnicking with their friends or partners or both.

"That feels good." Harry moaned in relaxation.

The response he got from his Mate was her lovely giggles. "Looks like someone is enjoying themselves."

"Of course I am. Who knew-ooohhh, that felt so good!" Harry exclaimed, and mid-sentence his eyes flew open.

A few students threw them weird looks, but Hermione just winked at them, and that flustered them enough to make their heads turn away.

Turning to the task at hand, Hermione slipped her hands down to her Mate's shoulder blades and started her massage, resolving to remove the knots that had formed there. "Ohhh... A little right.. A little down.. A little more down.. Right there.. Yes.. Ohhh..."

His emerald green eyes turned stormy, as he gazed at the beautiful girl on whose lap he had his head on. The afternoon sunbeam poured down her black hair, making her look as if though the sunlight was trying to swallow her whole.

Her grey eyes reflected her smugness, but when they caught the beam, her eyes shone. The pale flawless skin tone of hers added to the mix, giving her a 'Fallen Angel' kind of look.

Harry couldn't help the lopsided stupid grin from forming on his face as he realised she was his (and his best mate's) and nobody else's.

He didn't know when he had sat up, but presently he found himself pulling Hermione's body into his lap.

"What are you up to, Harry?" Hermione raised her eyebrow, still smiling.

Harry tucked in the stray strands of hair behind her ear, and kissed her forehead. "Have I told you how beautiful you are today?" Hermione blushed.

Honestly, so many people compliment her on her beauty, and every time she hears someone refer to her as 'beautiful', she instinctively blushes. In her opinion, she's pretty. Not beautiful. Even after her father's insistence, she's still only pretty.

She swatted his arm lightly, and buried her face in his chest trying to hide her blush.

"No, no, Mia. I'm not lying. You're exceptionally beautiful today, baby." Harry whispered. His hot breath fanned her neck, and the side of her face making her blush further.

"Even though I don't agree with the choice of your clothes today. I mean, you can wear almost anything in our Dorms, even stay starkers all day, but I don't think it's appropriate for the public's eyes. I mean-" Hermione interrupted his rant, by putting her hand on his chest to stop him. "Harry, we've had the same conversation so many times. No one notices me-"

"I beg to differ." Harry deadpanned.

Then he pointed towards a group of 7th year Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff boys huddled under a tree, beside the willow tree, with omniculars in their hands. From the direction they are facing, she noticed that they were looking straight at them.

When the Seventh Years finally took note that their target of fantasy had caught them red-handed, they jumped up and turned to their conversation, quite awkwardly.

"That.. They were spying on someone else. Not me, Harry." Hermione said dubiously.

Harry rolled his eyes. "It's of no use to argue with you, once you've fixed your mind on something."

Hermione protested weakly, as she knew that it was true after all. "Hey!"

With a smirk on his face, Harry captured Hermione's lips in a hard intense kiss. He bunched up her hair, pulling her closer to him. Moaning ever so slightly, she grind against him, he bucked his hips to meet hers.

"Ready to scream, baby?" Harry commented wickedly, as he wrapped her toned legs around his waist, and pulled her for a yet another round of snogging.

Hermione moaned as the boy-who-lived dropped kisses down her neck, sucking on a few of her sensitive spots. "Ha-rry.. ungghh.."

"What's it, love? What do you want?" He let go of her skin with a wet pop, and gazed at her with hooded eyes.

Hermione opened her grey eyes that were darkened with desire and arousal, and stared into the darker-than-usual emerald green eyes of her lover. "I want you, Harry. Now."

Harry growled at the admission, and kissed her again, his calloused hands caressed her soft, smooth skin, thoroughly enjoying the feel of it against his skin. Hermione moaned deeply, as she cupped his cheek and deepened their kiss.

Their hot little make out session would've gone hotter and much longer if not for a disturbance.

"Ahem!" A very familiar, irritated voice interrupted them.

Harry groaned and cupped Hermione's cheeks, continuing their kiss. Her hand tightened it's hold on his tee, and mewled when his fingertips grazed her peaks through her top.

Harry moaned when Hermione's hand slipped down the plains of his defined chest and finally skimmed the fabric of his trousers.

"Minx." He cursed, once he came into the realisation of what she was up to. Her hands stroked him through his pants, yet moved away when he twitched. She was on the process of driving him bat-s**t-horny-crazy-mad.

And, let me tell you she's very good at it.

"Of course I know that she's a Minx, it's your own bloody fault if you think otherwise." The same voice continued, with amusement that was very much evident.

And, that made Harry to break the kiss he was passionately sharing with Hermione. The pair looked up flustered and hot to see Draco in all of his glory.

Draco Malfoy, the other 1/3rd of the Slytherin Trio and Triad, the second best student in his year (Harry and Draco are tied), the boy-who-supported, the Young Lord of the Malfoy family, the Captain of Slytherin Quidditch Team, was standing in front of the pair looking all amused. He also had the infamous Malfoy smirk playing on.

"Do you really have to do THAT?!" Harry growled, looking murderous, but anyone who knew him would know that he was just joking.

The smirk on Draco's face only increased in intensity at the threat-remark. "Of course yes, if not for me, who would break you two up? I don't think Creevey or Weasel would do that. Weasel may get horny at the sight of you two snogging, and he'll break you when he's finished."

Hermione turned blue at his comment, whilst Harry just gagged. "I DO NOT need that image in my mind. That's a very revolting visual." She grimaced.

Draco drawled. "Well, news flash, Weasel thinks that he can make you scream his name."

Hermione groaned, as the boys smirked, momentarily forgetting that their arch nemesis was talking about their girl. "Why does everyone wants to make me scream their name?"

"Because you're beautiful, hot, very hard to get, beautiful and did I mention that you're hot?" Draco said, looking quite proud of himself.

"Right." Hermione sneered.

"I agree with Draco." Harry started, and when Hermione glared at him, he just winked cheekily at her. "I mean, first it was Krum and Diggory, then Pucey, Weasel, Creevey, Zabini, Goyle and Crabbe, Longbottom, Smith-"

"You talk as if though I dated all of them!" Hermione crossed her arms across her chest, giving her boys a nice view of her protruding breasts. Instantly, Draco and Harry's eyes dropped down to stare hungrily at her assets, as if though this was the first time they're admiring the beauty.

Hermione when finally caught where her Mates were gazing at, growled. "I dated only Krum. Besides him, I just went on one bloody date with Diggory. Pucey and I just flew across the Pitch, when you two were still showering in the locker room. I helped Longbottom in Potions. I agreed to let Creevey take a picture of me. I flirted with Blaise because I was bored to death. I helped Greg and Vince with their assignments. And, I just smiled at Smith because I wanted to be good to everyone during the Kindness Week!"

During her rant, she got down from Harry's lap, and settled against the tree. Her legs were pulled to her chest, giving her Mates a great view of her toned legs.

Draco, all of a sudden caught hold of her left ankle and pulled her towards him. "Draco!" Hermione squealed, thrashing to get away from him.

With a smirk, he bit her already snog-sensitive lips seductively, which resulted in Hermione, who was very much turned on by her previous session, moaning loudly.

The sexy sound that escaped the lips of his Mate surprised the blond boy, as he stopped the kiss. Harry rolled his eyes and settled back, but it was obvious that he too was affected by the sound, as his pants tightened considerably.

Draco, after a pregnant pause of about 2 seconds, enveloped Hermione's lips in a very intimate embrace. It was like as if though he was trying to devour her whole, as the kiss went on and on.

Continuous jolts of electricity hit Hermione's core again and again. The jolts travelled through the link that she shared with Draco and Harry, making their lengths twitch in anticipation.

"Ugh!!" The three moaned in sync. Draco and Harry were sitting uncomfortably, not wanting to put pressure on their growing arousal, while Hermione took deep breaths.

"I say we get to our Dorms quickly." Draco suggested, holding his bag in front of him to hide the tell-tale evidence of his arousal.

Sure, that would hide the evidence but to the ones that know him, can sure tell that something is wrong with him as his usual molten silver eyes had darkened considerably and his features were now hardened with purpose.

"But, McGonagall wanted to see me here at 4." Harry said in a husky voice, his hair was all messed up and his green eyes were darkened with desire.

When Draco and Harry transfixed their heated gazes on Hermione, a shiver climbed up her spine. Hermione bit her bottom lip unconsciously, making the boys groan.

"Don't care about you, Potter. Gonna take Mia up against the wall in our dorm, while you do the chores that McGonagall says." Draco said, with his hooded eyes prefixed on Hermione.

"Against the wall? I'll hold you to it, babe." Hermione purred seductively, as she straddled her Mate. Draco smirked, pulling Hermione into another kiss, his hand bunching her hair and the other settling underneath her top.

Harry whined. "Oh, come on! It's not fair!" 

The two ignored him, as they continued their snogging session.

"Talking about boyfriends... Why in the hell are you wearing this? Want to boost the attention you get from the male population, Mate?" Draco asked with a annoyed look on his face. Harry chuckled.

Hermione growled. "Is that question necessary at this time?"

Draco nodded his head seriously. "I wouldn't mind an inch if you are all naked in the Dorms, but in the public eye this isn't appropriate for horny lads' eyes."

"Honestly, the pair of you are affected by my father's virus! What is wrong with the clothes I'm wearing now?! Have you seen the other girls?"

"Never had a reason to." Harry and Draco replied in sync.

Hermione didn't know whether to continue her rant or feel giddy that her hot Mates aren't interested in any other girl besides her.

"Try saying that to your fan clubs." She smirked, looking very proud and giddy.

"I don't think it's that hard. I mean, all I have to do is glare at them-" Harry started, but was interrupted by Draco, who snorted. "Oh please, Potter, you'll be as scary as a kitten. Besides you're not the one to be bad to people."

Hermione chuckled.

"It's true, Harry." Hermione said. "Draco here is always growling, sneering, smirking. But you, on the other hand, aren't like that. Plus, your glare isn't much effective as his." Harry pouted, and Draco puffed his chest in pride.

"In fact, Draco treats them inhumanely. You know with all the threatening and the insults.. But even after that, there's still a group of about ten that follows him around. How is that possible?" Hermione mused.

"It's called as 'Die Hard Fans', Mate. You won't understand that." Draco said slyly, with his Malfoy smirk on display. "Let's just hope you aren't rewarding them, behind my back, Mate." Hermione suggested in a suggestive manner, her grey eyes glinting with amusement.

"Only you, baby." Draco said seriously, as he moved closer to his Hermione, and threw an arm around her shoulder. She smiled at him, and pecked his cheek.

Harry could only watch the pair silently with his eyes softened at the tender moment that meant everything to them.

Hermione caught the wistfulness on Harry's face and instantly held her arm out to him, as if though asking for a hug. The boy-who-lived caught hold of her hand and placed a single lingering kiss on the back of her palm.

With a face-splitting smile on his face, he moved to them, to join in their cuddle.

With both of her Mates holding her in their arms, Hermione was in serenity, with nothing to ever disturb their peace and calm.

Just as everything comes to an end, this one too came to an end. Draco and Harry unable to taste their Mate with being so close to her, dipped their heads to her neck, to the place where their bond marks were residing.

The bond marks appeared on the three, the day after they had mated. For Hermione, she had her marks on the either sides of her neck, more specifically, exactly on her pulse points.

For the boys, they had Hermione's name on the right (Draco) and left (Harry) pulse points.

Hermione moaned as the hot lips of her Mates came into contact with her cool skin. Instantly her hands shot out to their bond marks, rubbing undefined patterns on them.

Soon, warm tongues lapped at her neck, suckling, kissing and sucking her soft skin.

Liquid heat formed on her lower stomach. The familiar feeling of a coil building enveloped her, and overrode her senses, making her a quivering mess. Sharp nails scratched the marks, leaving the boys to moan and pant loudly, as pleasure spread through their bodies.

Unable to take the teasing any longer, Harry embraced her soft, sinful lips in a heated kiss, wanting to devour her whole. As the kiss progressed so did the petting that usually follows, during their make out sessions.

When Draco finally found her erogenous spot, he bit down sharply. Hermione responded immediately by moaning loudly, which were swallowed by Harry's lips.

A loud screech made the triad to jump and break their kiss/pet. With annoyed looks, the three looked up to see a black raven descending down from one of the windows of the castle. In one of its legs, was a parchment tied.

The raven dropped down in front of the three, with a loud screech again, leaving the Slytherins to cringe in frustration and irritation at the sharp noise.

"What does it read?" Hermione asked, as Harry removed the parchment from the leg of the avian and opened it.

A slow smile formed on his handsome face, and Hermione smiled affectionately at the sight of him smiling, unconsciously.

"It's from McGonagall. She's sick at the moment, so she's cancelling the meeting today." Harry said excitedly, which spread to the rest two through the bond.

"Aw, I wanted to have Mia to myself. Maybe the fate isn't on my favour today." Draco pouted, but it could be seen very well that he was joking, as his silver eyes shone jovially.

"Just think of the fun we could have with her." Harry said suggestively, licking his lips to an extent, and let his eyes roam the body of their Mate. Draco nodded his head, as he leered at her.

With a huff, Hermione climbed up from her place, and dusted her shorts dramatically.

"The muggles are geniuses-" Harry started, his eyes scanning Hermione's legs lustfully, focussing mainly on the tight short shorts that she was wearing.

"-and leave nothing to the imagination." Draco finished. His hand inching towards his Mate, his eyes running all over her form, and his mind thinking of all the wicked things he could do to her.

Hermione, when the pictures that Draco and Harry had been thinking, projected into her mind through their bond, almost came on the spot.

Because they were thinking of some very hot, naughty things involving the three of them ranging from the one with a bowl of strawberries, whipped cream and chocolate to the one where the three were at it, against the wall.

Harry and Draco sent each smirks and smug smiles when they saw their Hermione freeze and close her eyes in ecstacy. Of course, they had done it deliberately.

Narrowing her darkened grey eyes at them, she pulled her Mates up by their arms, ignoring their half-hearted protests and smug looks. She definitely didn't ignore the looks that the two sent her so-called fan club.

Without another word, the three left the place. But obviously, none could keep their thoughts and minds to themselves, as the triad continued their naughty conversation with each other using their bond, completely forgetting the world.

It was a wonder of how the three hadn't gone ballistic and take the other against the wall or any other surface for that matter, because of the intensity of the dirty conversation they were sharing. If anyone were in that position, they would've lost their mind at the conversation.

Just before the three could enter their own dorms in the Slytherin Dungeons, Hermione stopped the two. "Before anything, promise me something."

The two looked confused.

"What promise?" Harry asked, his hand barely covering his growing arousal. Hermione glanced at the two of their love tents and smirked evilly. "Just promise me. I'll tell you later."

Draco asked, warily. "It's not that we don't trust you. Just give us a hint on what the promise is."

Hermione smiled innocently at him. "Do you think that I'll embarrass you two, Draco? I'll have you known that I won't do that." She even went to the extent of batting her long eyelashes at him, and pouting her lips.

The boys groaned simultaneously and exchanged chary looks.

"Just tell us what it is and then we'll promise." Harry said, trying to be compromising.

Hermione smirked, shaking her head as no. It was hard to find out the reason through their bond too, as Hermione blocked the reason from her mind.

"Well, fine, it seems that I have no bedmate today. Shame. The sexy Slytherin green lingerie that I had purchased, has to wait for another day. Oh, the pain." Hermione added, dramatically.

Draco and Harry groaned loudly at the mention of 'lingerie'. As red blooded males, they get turned on by anything that their Mate is wearing (or, more the lack of it). She could be wearing a garbage bag, and still turn on the boys.

"Can't you-" Harry started, but was interrupted by Hermione who merely shook her head as no, firmly.

"I'll ask for something. I won't tell you what I want, but when I ask, you should do it. Not now, later. On one fine day or night. Promise?" She said with a evil smile on her face.

The boys looked controverted, not knowing what to do, but finally accepted her condition with fear and anxiety, because they know of her quite devilish ideas.

Draco and Harry could never NOT give anything what Hermione wanted.

Because:

1) She never asks for anything.

2) But, when she did, she'd look so cute and ravishing with pouting lips and big, round grey eyes, that the boys would be forced into satisfying her desire, only after satisfying their hunger, anyways.

They know that Hermione in her nature isn't quite fond of materialistic things, even if she did, her father would be there to line up whatever she desired, so they concluded that whatever she wanted them to do wasn't buying jewels or clothes, but something else.

"Okay. We promise." The boys said in sync, and Hermione smiled seductively at them. "Come on, it's time that we warm up." Like lost puppies, the two followed their Mate into their dorms, staring at her pert backside. 

The Slytherin boys had strictly planned on never letting their guards down from that moment on, but they did whence she started massaging them. Oh, what a great massage it was.

The Triad were forced to put up silencing (spell) and notice-me-not (charm) wards in their dorms, to stop people from interrupting them, even though everyone knew not to interrupt them.

For a few days, the boys had completely forgotten about their promise. All of a sudden, she had asked them to do it. They nodded their heads and gave permission to do whatever she wanted, without any hesitation.

Hermione blindfolded them, then dressed them in their costumes, before accompanying them to the Great Hall (still blindfolded).

Their great reputations of being Young Lords of one (well, two) of the most respected and rich family(ies) all over Britain, best Quidditch players in the school, second best students in their year, perfect Purebloods, bad boys (attitude) that have never glanced at another girl but their Mate, etc were all blown away in the form of fairy costumes that came with full pink dress that has frills all over it, with fake wings and glitters, which they were dressed in.

Let's just say that all of this started with a f*****g massage.

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