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“Cunning Skein of a Tangled Web,” by Artemisia Lufkin. HG/RW/BZ (R)
Original poster: misia_lufkin
Title: Cunning Skein of a Tangled Web
Author: Artemisia Lufkin misia_lufkin
Pairing: Hermione/Ron/Blaise
Kink/Prompt: Stripping/Along Came A Spider
Rating: R
Warnings: none
Length: 7,000 words
Summary: Girl wants boy. Boy wants boy. Girl and Boy fight over boy. This might seem like a typical teen love story, until you find out that 'boy' is none other than Blaise Zabini, and never has a Slytherin sat idly by while his ass was on the line.
Author's Notes and Disclaimer: Harry Potter is the creation of J.K. Rowling and this story has not been written to gain any profit and I do not claim ownership of the Harry Potter world. I love them. I like to pet them and get them naked. Thank you for lending them to me. I promise to return them clean and shiny.
Thanks so much to my lovely, lovely betas (you know how you are)!! And thanks to the mods, sansa1970 and empathic_siren. This has been as fun as a barrel full of crups. (is that cruel, a barrel full of crups?)
I have always had an engaging mind. I wanted to learn and experience, to try new things. I thirsted for new information, for secrets and mysteries. A mystery provided a challenge. I always looked for new ways to break up the tedium, avoiding boredom like harfoot rot.
Everyone expected Ron and I to fall in love, raise red-headed babies and live happily ever after. Where did this fairytale come from? Ron? And I?! What Drano-laced crack were they smoking? Ron and I have always been friends, and yes, we did have our moment, our romance… but Ron? He was as challenging as a Chinese finger trap; a fun tussle for a while but once solved, not very stimulating. I will always love Ron and be there to watch his back, but Ron and I? Come on people.
Plus, Ron realized he preferred people of the masculine persuasion in his bed far more than people with tits and curves.
Heh, who would have guessed it?
So…
What's that supposed to mean?
This is my story, Ron. Stay out.
No, No, No. I told you I wouldn't let you skew the story to fit your whim, woman. So, let me speak!Fine. Tell them all how you first realized hot-blooded, well-hung men were more your style. Explain away. Don't forget the details.
But, we're not talking about that here. We're here to talk about him.
Yeah, well… Shouldn't we give some background about us first? That way, the story will make much more sense.
I don't necessarily think that is… necessary.
Ron, you know you liked it.
You know you liked it.
I never said I didn't.Don't smirk at me like that, Hermione. It makes me nervous. Oh Ron. Let's just tell them that your first experience with a man wasn't necessarily with a man and move on from there. We don't really have to explain how much fun Polyjuice really can be, now do we?
You're twisted. You'll do anything once.
But you liked it.Fine. I did. But it isn't just the equipment, Hermione, it’s the attitude, the way a bloke carries himself. You had the equipment with the potion, but you were still so abhorrently female.
Abhorrently! Wha…?
Oh, Hermione, don't take it personally. Let's move on. You're beautiful and I love you. Okay? We had our fun, played our gender games… old news. The fact that you're a gay man in a woman's body is a story for another time. Let's talk about him. I can tell you the first time I realized just how amazing he was. His dark skin, his dark eyes, that whole dark, dangerous thing he sported so easily…
My story, Ron.
I remember the first time I saw him without a shirt…
So, that's what did it for you, huh?
Yep.
Just a bare chest. You fell for a guy just after one tiny, itsy, bitsy glimpse of his chest.
Well, it is a very nice chest.
Oh, Hermione, don't get me wrong; I agree about the chest. But you were always so… frigid before.
Frigid?!
And now you swoon from just one glimpse. I find it hard to believe.
Ron, you have a very nice chest, too.
Really? Well, yes. Of course I do.
I remember getting my own note, delivered by House-elf. I thought I'd finally won. Finally. I mean, I never win anything. It was always you and Harry in the limelight and I was just a sidekick. But something bothered me about the entire thing… I mean, I watched as Blaise totally undressed you with his eyes. He was obviously interested in you. How had I won? By being there more than you were?
Oh, you were very annoying with that whole hanging on thing.
Well, can you blame me?
No.Anyway, I got the letter and just knew I'd won him, fair and square. I'd never even assumed! But it wasn't exactly as clear-cut as I had hoped.
He looked at me. I mean looked at me and I rendered up myself to those smoldering eyes of possession. I knew that being held by him once, being taken by him once, would change me forever, straight to the core of everything that I'd defined about myself.
So it was simple, I would play whatever game he was up to. And I would win.
Hermione, you're a terrible seductress.
That's not true, I'm an excellent seductress, you've just got no sense of the romantic. And I had you, didn't I?
I was naïve and innocent.
And horny.
Yeah, well that, too.