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Title: One Love Chapter 3: Betrayal
Author: Ariellabella
Rating: R
Pairing: Hermione/Blaise/Draco
Summary: The divorce is now under way and Hermione is unaware of just how desperate Ron is to get her back.
Chapter 3 Betrayal
“Morning angel,” Draco whispered in her ear and she smiled. Beginning to stretch, she wrapped her arms around his waist and pulled him to her. “We’ve been joined by my love.” She smiled against his warm chest.
“It’s Friday, do you have to go to work?” she asked sleepily.
“Yes,” he replied and tilted her head up to his, “but my other half will be home. I’m going to be late now; it’s all your fault, you’re too comfortable.” He placed a quick peck on her lips and began to pull away but she went with him deepening the kiss. She knelt on the bed as he stood. Her tongue darted out into his mouth and he groaned and stepped back. “Start that and I’ll never be able to leave.”
She smiled mischievously and dropped the sheet from around her. “Then stay.”
“Oh Merlin,” he groaned and stepped to her. “Stop teasing me.” His hands caressed her hips briefly before he backed away completely and began pulling on his boxers. “I have to go. Behave,” smiling he stole one last kiss and hurried out the door.
A warm hand lay against her back and she jumped slightly. Blaise was smiling up at her and she was suddenly aware of her nakedness. He laughed at her awkwardness, “Come here beautiful, I’m not quite ready to get up yet.” Slowly she sank back into the bed he pulled her to him. He was built so much differently from Draco. Blaise was taller and broader with large defined muscles while Draco was muscular but lean.
His smile beckoned to her and she lay beside him before he grabbed her waist and pulled her to him. His hands ran languorously over her as he drifted back to sleep. Content she allowed her eyes to fall closed.
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She slipped out of the warm bed, Blaise’s hands trailing over her side as she moved out of his embrace. Before leaving, she glanced over her shoulder at the sleeping figure in her bed. The sheets were half draped over him, one of his legs hooked over them and he ha rolled onto his back, the dark skin on his chest standing out against the white sheets. Smiling, she closed the door softly so as not to wake him and padded into the bathroom. Because she knew no one was up to see her, she had not bothered dressing, instead allowing the cool air to caress her skin.
In the bathroom she jumped into the shower once it was steaming and made quick work of washing, she wanted to be ready soon.
Humming to herself, she bounded down the steps wrapped in a fluffy yellow towel and headed for the kitchen. She rummaged through the fridge and pulled out a carton of milk.
As she tilted it to drink, a voice startled her. “I’m already trying to teach Draco how to use a glass; do I have to do that with you as well?”
In her shock, Hermione had almost lost her towel, now she clutched at it and turned a small glare on him. “Blaise, don’t scare me like that!”
He grinned mischievously and spread his hands. “You caught me; I was trying to scare you so you would drop the towel. Guess I’ll have to try harder next time.”
Hermione set down the milk and sashayed towards him. Stepping close to him she ran a finger over his lips and spoke seductively, “If you wanted me to drop the towel all you had to do was ask.” She took a step back and playfully teased the edge, pulling it open slowly. Blaise’s mouth dropped open and his eyes were glued to her. “Too bad I’m not in a very giving mood at the moment.” With a smile she pulled the towel back around her and grabbed the milk before exiting the room, brushing past the frozen Blaise.
“Damn teaser,” he muttered and she almost laughed.
Back in her room she dressed in a pair of jeans and threw on a soft sweater before grabbing her wand and placing it in her back pocket.
“Blaise!” she called from the front door. “I’m leaving.”
“Can I come?” he asked, poking his head out of the bathroom.
She shook her head. “No, I’m sorry but there is something I have to take care of. I’ll be back later.” He nodded and re-entered the bathroom. Sullen, she left the warmth of the house and stepped into the frigid winter wind.
~*~
She stepped up the garden path slowly, her feet dragging the ground as she played over what she would say I her mind. Her hand was raised to knock when the door swung open and she was greeted with a big hug. Before she knew what was happening her feet left the ground and she swung through the air.
“Hermione!” the voice was bright and cheerful. As she was set back down, she got her bearings and looked at the tall figure. Bill smiled down at her warmly; his handsome face framed by long, unbound, red hair. She hadn’t seen her brother in law in a year, he had been away on a trip, she had always gotten along with him well and he was the one who comforted her after her and Ron’s first big fight.
“Hey,” she replied with false cheerfulness. She really was happy to see her bother-in-law, soon ex- she reminded herself sadly. “Um, is Mrs.Weasley home?”
“When is she not?” he stepped aside to let her in and she followed him into the kitchen. She was greeted with more happy faces, George, Fred, and Charlie all gave her big hugs. Of all days, she thought, for them to come home to visit! It’s almost a family reunion. A moment later Mrs.Weasley walked in the back door. She almost groaned, just her luck.
“Oh, Love!” Mrs.Weasley’s overenthusiastic welcome created a knot in her stomach, now she knew for sure she didn’t know, how could she tell the woman she was leaving their family?
“Oi! What are those?” Fred asked, pointing to the envelope in her hand.
Hermione shifted nervously and muttered, “Nothing.”
Bill placed a hand on her shoulder. “Hermione, I need to speak to you about something, let’s talk out back, I feel like a little walk.” Hermione mouthed a thank you to him as they left the room and stepped onto the path outside.
“You saved me back there.”
“Well I could tell you needed saving,” he responded as they walked towards the pond. “So you want to tell me what’s wrong? Or do I have to pry it out of you like last time?”
“I’m not sure yet.”
“Then answer this, what are the papers?”
Hermione looked at the envelope in her hands, she had already signed everything she had to, she just needed him. “Divorce papers.”
He nodded but didn’t respond. They walked for a minute before he finally spoke. “What happened?”
“It just wasn’t working out, you know that, I guess the only reason I never thought about this before was because around all of you I was happy, the problems only arose when we were alone. It just- it was infatuation, that was all. I was naïve and thought I had the fairytale love, marrying my best friend and knight in shining armour; I was in for a surprise. The armour may have been shiny but underneath it was a dirty tavern rat that spent all day drinking and playing with the women.”
“You’ll still be part of the family, you know that right?” She nodded and looked up at him.
“Can you do me a favour? I can’t face her, it would just be too hard, so can-can you give these to Ron, I’m sure he’ll be by soon enough.” He took the papers and stepped up, wrapping her in a tight hug.
There was a small pop and a voice boomed. “What the hell is going on?” Hermione cringed and Bill pushed her behind him.
“Ron, shut up and go inside, you’ve done enough damage.” Bill’s voice was threatening but Ron was obviously drunk and would not be deterred.
“You-you were all over my wife, I’m going to have to kick your ass for that, she’s off limits buddy.”
Bill whispered to Hermione, “Go, I’ll take care of him.” She nodded and apperated away.
~*~
“So did you take care of what you needed to?” Blaise called when she entered the house. His voice came from the kitchen and she dropped her purse beside the door before heading in. He looked up from a large bowl full of salad when she came into the room and smiled. When she didn’t return his smile, his face fell. “Is something wrong?”
Without thinking, Hermione reached up, grabbing the back of his head and pulled him forwards into a desperate kiss. For a moment Blaise’s eyes widened in shock before he finally returned her kiss with equal enthusiasm. The spoon slid from his hand as he lifted her and set her on the empty counter space.
“I’m going to venture a guess and say things didn’t go great.”
“Not quite how I had hoped, but divorce is nasty business anyway.” Blaise grunted in agreement and her legs hooked securely around his waist. “It’s just- mmm, that feels amazing, don’t stop.” Her word trailed off as he nipped at her neck, leaving little marks before soothing them with his tongue. Pulling his up to look her in the face she said quietly, “make my day better.”
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He gripped the edge of the table till his knuckles turned white, her voice ringing in his ears.
“I am so upset with you! What you did to that poor girl, I have lost who has come to be my second daughter! Ron, are you listening to me?” Mrs.Weasley’s face was red from anger and she looked ready to beat him.
“Yeah, I’m listening, but I have to go.”
“Do you think I’m just going to let you walk away from me? Oh no young man, you come right back here!”
Ron sighed and turned slowly to face her. “I have an important business meeting that I cannot be late to, I’ll be back later so we can continue this lovely discussion.” Without waiting for her response, he walked out and apperated away.
The road that now stood before him was empty and almost overgrown with plants. He jumped when footsteps startled him, and a figure hobbled out of the black, thorny bushes.
“Master has been waiting for you, says you help, I don’t trust, once a traitor always a traitor.” The man was hunched over and he wrung his hands nervously, eyes darting about as though expecting something to come at him. Stepping up, he studied Ron for a minute before sniffing in disgust. “Come with me, I take you to him, blindfold first, have to earn trust.”
Ron made to protest, wondering how the man expected him to walk without being able to see, but before he could the man had tied to dirty cloth over his eyes and taken his hand, leading him like a small child.
After walking what seemed like forever and falling twice, the man stopped and he removed the blindfold. They stood at an old rusted gate and behind it was a large manor; vines creeping up the sides and cracks in the foundation evident. More than one he thought he saw a figure standing in a window but whenever he looked it was gone.
“Follow,” the man wheezed out as he pushed the door open, creaking loudly. Upon entering the manor, he coughed and covered his mouth as clouds of dust stirred. It looked as though no one had lived there in a long time.
He continued to follow the hunched man who led him through another door and down a long flight of stairs. They had entered underground halls, the walls and floor stone. Cold penetrated the layers of clothes he wore.
When the man stopped, they were standing if front of a normal looking door. “Though there.” Ron watched as he backed away, disappearing into the shadow. With a trembling hand he turned the tarnished brass knob and pushed the door open. It took a moment for his eyes to adjust to the dark room as he stepped forward. He jumped as the door slammed shut behind him and fire flared up around him, illuminating the room.
Straight ahead, sitting in a large, high backed chair was Voldemort himself looking sinister as ever although there was a weariness to his movements. He had moved into hiding after almost being killed by Harry and they had been unable to find him. For a few years now, he had not caused any trouble, making it impossible for the Order to track him. Lining the path to Voldemort were many black robed Death Eaters, some regarding him suspiciously, other glaring with unrestrained hatred.
Dragging his feet, Ron moved towards him. Once he was close enough, Bellatrix stepped out of line, grabbing his arm and twisted it viciously behind his back, forcing him to the ground.
Voldemort leant forward in his seat and sneered. “Have you considered my offer?”
Ron shivered once then nodded slowly. “I-I have decided to accept.” The pain in his arm increased as Bellatrix chuckled and twisted harder.
“Good,” Voldemort said with a chilling smile. “So it is settled, you help me kill the boy, and I make the girl yours. You will follow through with your part, and you will not defy me.”
Behind him Bella whispered in his ear, “there’s no point in even saying it, you don’t have the balls to betray to dark lord.”
Ron nodded weakly. “Very well then, you are dismissed, Bella, make sure our new friend makes it out.”
He was jerked roughly to his feet and pushed out the door. She did not relinquish her hold on him as they moved up the hall. Once at the front door, Bellatrix smiled maliciously and winked. “Welcome to the dark side boy.”
Author: Ariellabella
Rating: R
Pairing: Hermione/Blaise/Draco
Summary: The divorce is now under way and Hermione is unaware of just how desperate Ron is to get her back.
Chapter 3 Betrayal
“Morning angel,” Draco whispered in her ear and she smiled. Beginning to stretch, she wrapped her arms around his waist and pulled him to her. “We’ve been joined by my love.” She smiled against his warm chest.
“It’s Friday, do you have to go to work?” she asked sleepily.
“Yes,” he replied and tilted her head up to his, “but my other half will be home. I’m going to be late now; it’s all your fault, you’re too comfortable.” He placed a quick peck on her lips and began to pull away but she went with him deepening the kiss. She knelt on the bed as he stood. Her tongue darted out into his mouth and he groaned and stepped back. “Start that and I’ll never be able to leave.”
She smiled mischievously and dropped the sheet from around her. “Then stay.”
“Oh Merlin,” he groaned and stepped to her. “Stop teasing me.” His hands caressed her hips briefly before he backed away completely and began pulling on his boxers. “I have to go. Behave,” smiling he stole one last kiss and hurried out the door.
A warm hand lay against her back and she jumped slightly. Blaise was smiling up at her and she was suddenly aware of her nakedness. He laughed at her awkwardness, “Come here beautiful, I’m not quite ready to get up yet.” Slowly she sank back into the bed he pulled her to him. He was built so much differently from Draco. Blaise was taller and broader with large defined muscles while Draco was muscular but lean.
His smile beckoned to her and she lay beside him before he grabbed her waist and pulled her to him. His hands ran languorously over her as he drifted back to sleep. Content she allowed her eyes to fall closed.
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She slipped out of the warm bed, Blaise’s hands trailing over her side as she moved out of his embrace. Before leaving, she glanced over her shoulder at the sleeping figure in her bed. The sheets were half draped over him, one of his legs hooked over them and he ha rolled onto his back, the dark skin on his chest standing out against the white sheets. Smiling, she closed the door softly so as not to wake him and padded into the bathroom. Because she knew no one was up to see her, she had not bothered dressing, instead allowing the cool air to caress her skin.
In the bathroom she jumped into the shower once it was steaming and made quick work of washing, she wanted to be ready soon.
Humming to herself, she bounded down the steps wrapped in a fluffy yellow towel and headed for the kitchen. She rummaged through the fridge and pulled out a carton of milk.
As she tilted it to drink, a voice startled her. “I’m already trying to teach Draco how to use a glass; do I have to do that with you as well?”
In her shock, Hermione had almost lost her towel, now she clutched at it and turned a small glare on him. “Blaise, don’t scare me like that!”
He grinned mischievously and spread his hands. “You caught me; I was trying to scare you so you would drop the towel. Guess I’ll have to try harder next time.”
Hermione set down the milk and sashayed towards him. Stepping close to him she ran a finger over his lips and spoke seductively, “If you wanted me to drop the towel all you had to do was ask.” She took a step back and playfully teased the edge, pulling it open slowly. Blaise’s mouth dropped open and his eyes were glued to her. “Too bad I’m not in a very giving mood at the moment.” With a smile she pulled the towel back around her and grabbed the milk before exiting the room, brushing past the frozen Blaise.
“Damn teaser,” he muttered and she almost laughed.
Back in her room she dressed in a pair of jeans and threw on a soft sweater before grabbing her wand and placing it in her back pocket.
“Blaise!” she called from the front door. “I’m leaving.”
“Can I come?” he asked, poking his head out of the bathroom.
She shook her head. “No, I’m sorry but there is something I have to take care of. I’ll be back later.” He nodded and re-entered the bathroom. Sullen, she left the warmth of the house and stepped into the frigid winter wind.
~*~
She stepped up the garden path slowly, her feet dragging the ground as she played over what she would say I her mind. Her hand was raised to knock when the door swung open and she was greeted with a big hug. Before she knew what was happening her feet left the ground and she swung through the air.
“Hermione!” the voice was bright and cheerful. As she was set back down, she got her bearings and looked at the tall figure. Bill smiled down at her warmly; his handsome face framed by long, unbound, red hair. She hadn’t seen her brother in law in a year, he had been away on a trip, she had always gotten along with him well and he was the one who comforted her after her and Ron’s first big fight.
“Hey,” she replied with false cheerfulness. She really was happy to see her bother-in-law, soon ex- she reminded herself sadly. “Um, is Mrs.Weasley home?”
“When is she not?” he stepped aside to let her in and she followed him into the kitchen. She was greeted with more happy faces, George, Fred, and Charlie all gave her big hugs. Of all days, she thought, for them to come home to visit! It’s almost a family reunion. A moment later Mrs.Weasley walked in the back door. She almost groaned, just her luck.
“Oh, Love!” Mrs.Weasley’s overenthusiastic welcome created a knot in her stomach, now she knew for sure she didn’t know, how could she tell the woman she was leaving their family?
“Oi! What are those?” Fred asked, pointing to the envelope in her hand.
Hermione shifted nervously and muttered, “Nothing.”
Bill placed a hand on her shoulder. “Hermione, I need to speak to you about something, let’s talk out back, I feel like a little walk.” Hermione mouthed a thank you to him as they left the room and stepped onto the path outside.
“You saved me back there.”
“Well I could tell you needed saving,” he responded as they walked towards the pond. “So you want to tell me what’s wrong? Or do I have to pry it out of you like last time?”
“I’m not sure yet.”
“Then answer this, what are the papers?”
Hermione looked at the envelope in her hands, she had already signed everything she had to, she just needed him. “Divorce papers.”
He nodded but didn’t respond. They walked for a minute before he finally spoke. “What happened?”
“It just wasn’t working out, you know that, I guess the only reason I never thought about this before was because around all of you I was happy, the problems only arose when we were alone. It just- it was infatuation, that was all. I was naïve and thought I had the fairytale love, marrying my best friend and knight in shining armour; I was in for a surprise. The armour may have been shiny but underneath it was a dirty tavern rat that spent all day drinking and playing with the women.”
“You’ll still be part of the family, you know that right?” She nodded and looked up at him.
“Can you do me a favour? I can’t face her, it would just be too hard, so can-can you give these to Ron, I’m sure he’ll be by soon enough.” He took the papers and stepped up, wrapping her in a tight hug.
There was a small pop and a voice boomed. “What the hell is going on?” Hermione cringed and Bill pushed her behind him.
“Ron, shut up and go inside, you’ve done enough damage.” Bill’s voice was threatening but Ron was obviously drunk and would not be deterred.
“You-you were all over my wife, I’m going to have to kick your ass for that, she’s off limits buddy.”
Bill whispered to Hermione, “Go, I’ll take care of him.” She nodded and apperated away.
~*~
“So did you take care of what you needed to?” Blaise called when she entered the house. His voice came from the kitchen and she dropped her purse beside the door before heading in. He looked up from a large bowl full of salad when she came into the room and smiled. When she didn’t return his smile, his face fell. “Is something wrong?”
Without thinking, Hermione reached up, grabbing the back of his head and pulled him forwards into a desperate kiss. For a moment Blaise’s eyes widened in shock before he finally returned her kiss with equal enthusiasm. The spoon slid from his hand as he lifted her and set her on the empty counter space.
“I’m going to venture a guess and say things didn’t go great.”
“Not quite how I had hoped, but divorce is nasty business anyway.” Blaise grunted in agreement and her legs hooked securely around his waist. “It’s just- mmm, that feels amazing, don’t stop.” Her word trailed off as he nipped at her neck, leaving little marks before soothing them with his tongue. Pulling his up to look her in the face she said quietly, “make my day better.”
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He gripped the edge of the table till his knuckles turned white, her voice ringing in his ears.
“I am so upset with you! What you did to that poor girl, I have lost who has come to be my second daughter! Ron, are you listening to me?” Mrs.Weasley’s face was red from anger and she looked ready to beat him.
“Yeah, I’m listening, but I have to go.”
“Do you think I’m just going to let you walk away from me? Oh no young man, you come right back here!”
Ron sighed and turned slowly to face her. “I have an important business meeting that I cannot be late to, I’ll be back later so we can continue this lovely discussion.” Without waiting for her response, he walked out and apperated away.
The road that now stood before him was empty and almost overgrown with plants. He jumped when footsteps startled him, and a figure hobbled out of the black, thorny bushes.
“Master has been waiting for you, says you help, I don’t trust, once a traitor always a traitor.” The man was hunched over and he wrung his hands nervously, eyes darting about as though expecting something to come at him. Stepping up, he studied Ron for a minute before sniffing in disgust. “Come with me, I take you to him, blindfold first, have to earn trust.”
Ron made to protest, wondering how the man expected him to walk without being able to see, but before he could the man had tied to dirty cloth over his eyes and taken his hand, leading him like a small child.
After walking what seemed like forever and falling twice, the man stopped and he removed the blindfold. They stood at an old rusted gate and behind it was a large manor; vines creeping up the sides and cracks in the foundation evident. More than one he thought he saw a figure standing in a window but whenever he looked it was gone.
“Follow,” the man wheezed out as he pushed the door open, creaking loudly. Upon entering the manor, he coughed and covered his mouth as clouds of dust stirred. It looked as though no one had lived there in a long time.
He continued to follow the hunched man who led him through another door and down a long flight of stairs. They had entered underground halls, the walls and floor stone. Cold penetrated the layers of clothes he wore.
When the man stopped, they were standing if front of a normal looking door. “Though there.” Ron watched as he backed away, disappearing into the shadow. With a trembling hand he turned the tarnished brass knob and pushed the door open. It took a moment for his eyes to adjust to the dark room as he stepped forward. He jumped as the door slammed shut behind him and fire flared up around him, illuminating the room.
Straight ahead, sitting in a large, high backed chair was Voldemort himself looking sinister as ever although there was a weariness to his movements. He had moved into hiding after almost being killed by Harry and they had been unable to find him. For a few years now, he had not caused any trouble, making it impossible for the Order to track him. Lining the path to Voldemort were many black robed Death Eaters, some regarding him suspiciously, other glaring with unrestrained hatred.
Dragging his feet, Ron moved towards him. Once he was close enough, Bellatrix stepped out of line, grabbing his arm and twisted it viciously behind his back, forcing him to the ground.
Voldemort leant forward in his seat and sneered. “Have you considered my offer?”
Ron shivered once then nodded slowly. “I-I have decided to accept.” The pain in his arm increased as Bellatrix chuckled and twisted harder.
“Good,” Voldemort said with a chilling smile. “So it is settled, you help me kill the boy, and I make the girl yours. You will follow through with your part, and you will not defy me.”
Behind him Bella whispered in his ear, “there’s no point in even saying it, you don’t have the balls to betray to dark lord.”
Ron nodded weakly. “Very well then, you are dismissed, Bella, make sure our new friend makes it out.”
He was jerked roughly to his feet and pushed out the door. She did not relinquish her hold on him as they moved up the hall. Once at the front door, Bellatrix smiled maliciously and winked. “Welcome to the dark side boy.”