Fic: What You Mean to Me (4-5/14) *NC17* D/Hr/B
Title: WHAT YOU MEAN TO ME
Author: tas (Terry)
Rating: R to NC-17
Warning: Some of the characters are out of character, and there is swearing and sex involved....hence the rating. Also there is slash in this fic (male/male), don’t like it, don’t read.
Summary: Set in seventh year. Hermione seems to attract certain Slytherin men, which she welcomes with open arms....among other things. Pranks and loving keep the Head Girl busy as she goes for what she wants.
Disclaimer: Although the plot is mine, the characters and the whole Harry Potter franchise belongs solely to J.K. Rowling, the woman that started my addiction into the Potter universe. I receive no monies for this story, but write for the pleasure of twisting the characters to my will.
Authors Note: To sketchy...the person to whom I write this gift for. I hope you enjoy the story that I’ve written for you and hope I’ve followed most of your guidelines. Sorry in advance for Draco being a little fluffy. The purple hair was something I had to think about a bit to put in the story, but I’m hoping you like how that worked out also. When I started writing this story, I wasn’t planning on it being this long, so sit back...grab a pepsi and some munchies and enjoy.
Chapter Four
As soon as her portrait was closed, Hermione slipped a red bean in Blaise’s mouth as she pushed him back against the wall, her hands busy pulling up his shirt to touch skin.
Blaise sagged against the wall as he started to suck on the candy, the feeling of someone licking his cock making him groan out loud. His head went back against the wall as Hermione started to lick and nibble his neck. “Gods....Mya,” he moaned as he searched for her hand to place it over his aching erection.
She pulled away slightly to pull his shirt over his head then reached up to capture his very willing mouth in a searing kiss, while her hand gripped his erection through his jeans. Her tongue probed into his mouth, his meeting hers, the tip of his playing with the stud in her tongue.
His hands went to the edge of her sweater and slipped inside to touch the heated skin at her waist. He loved the feel of her, the feel of the softest satin. He pulled away from the kiss. “Can we take this somewhere more comfortable?” he smirked sexily, and a little breathlessly.
She grinned back at him, then toed off her runners and led him to her bedroom, pulling her sweater over her head on the way to toss it carelessly on the couch.
He gazed longingly at her backside in the loose fitting jeans, then moved up to her back, his mouth going dry as inch by inch of her bare back was revealed as she slipped the sweater over her head, leaving a thin strip of red satin of her bra showing. Her pants seemed to tighten over her backside as her hand slipped in her front pocket to take out the mesh covered package of beans. He barely caught it as she threw it over her shoulder.
He reached out for her to slip his arms around her waist to pull her close to him, the bare skin of her back warm against his chest. His hand glided up her firm stomach, his fingers grazing the gold hoop at her navel on the way up, then rested just under her breast, the silk cool to his warm hands as he lowered his mouth to the side of her neck. He started nibbling on her lower neck just at the juncture of her shoulder, eliciting a low moan from her throat. She arched her neck to the side as he slowly sucked on the skin, her hand going over his at her waist.
“So you liked that kiss Draco gave you?” he asked by her ear, his hand moving up to cup her breast, his fingers searching for the peak that was aching for his touch.
“It was surprising,” she answered huskily, then gave a small moan as his hand slipped into the side of her bra.
“So, did you like it?” he repeated smiling against the side of her neck as he undid her jeans one handed.
“Yes,” she said breathlessly, then bent her head back against his shoulder while his hand slipped into the top of her panties.
Her hands went to her jeans to slip them over her hips where they fell the rest of the way down her legs. “It feels like you enjoyed that,” he said by her ear as his fingers found she was wet. He slid two fingers down her slit to slide between the folds. “Or was Snape’s kiss the one that made you so wet?”
“Mmm....no....Draco’s,” she panted. “What about...oh gods...right there,” she moaned as his fingers slid up to her clit. “What...about...you?”
“What about me?” he asked hoarsely as he grinded his erection against her bottom.
She pulled away reluctantly, his fingers leaving a wet trail over her stomach and hip as she turned to face him. She nudged him backwards until the back of his legs hit her bed. “Did you like Draco’s kiss?” she smirked then moved her hands to her back to unclasp her bra.
“Would you hold it against me if I said yes?” he asked as his hands went to her hips to pull her between his legs.
“No, it was a turn on to see that,” she said while her hands slipped to her panties to push them over her hips. “Looks like you two had done that before though.”
His hands skimmed down her thighs, pushing the red scrap of silk down her legs. “We have,” he answered gazing hungrily at the thatch of curls in front of him.
“When?” she asked kneeling between his legs.
“A few years ago.”
“Who bottomed?” she asked leaning forward to kiss his chest.
He leaned back on his hands and watched her move her lips closer to a nipple. “Both of us,” he replied bucking his hips up as her teeth grazed his nipple. “Why the questions Mya?”
She drew back and ran her hands up his thighs to stop at the snap and zipper. “Just curious,” she shrugged. “I can imagine it in my head,” she smiled.
“And you like that?” he asked moving his hips off the bed so she could slip his jeans and boxers over his hips.
“It would be something to see,” she smirked looking down at his full erection. She licked her lips then leaned down to swipe at the glistening drop of pre-cum that was leaking from the tip with her tongue.
“Mmm....more Mya,” he groaned, his hands going to her shoulders.
Instead, she leaned up a bit to kiss his upper stomach, his erection nestled in between her breasts. “How long do you think Malfoy’s been wanting to kiss me?” she asked probing her tongue into his navel.
“Don’t know, you’ll have to ask him,” he answered breathlessly as his hands went to her sides to push her breasts together, tightening their hold on his cock. He started to thrust up, his leaking cock lubricating the tight chasm.
She angled her head down to brush her tongue over the head of his cock as he thrust up. “Maybe I will...wonder if he tastes as good as you,” she said as her lips went around the crown of his cock, her tongue stud hitting the sensitive underside of his length.
His hand went to the back of her head to guide her lower. “I guess.....you’ll...have to....try...him...out,” he moaned as she took him deeper in her mouth.
She shifted to lean back on her knees as she gripped the base of his cock, using long broad strokes of her tongue up his length as he watched with heavy lidded eyes. Her tongue continued to tease the underside of his shaft, the stud sending jolts of pleasure through his lower body.
“Please..Mya,” he begged pushing his hips towards her more.
She locked gazes with him as she opened her mouth wide and slowly lowered her mouth down his length, the tip hitting the back of her throat. She started to move her mouth up and down the shaft, moaning as Blaise started to thrust up into her mouth, the vibration of her humming bringing him closer to release.
Just when he was on the brink of exploding in her mouth, he groaned as she pulled back. “Fuck Mya,” he said, his voice hoarse. She had just grinned up at him, then trailed little kisses over his hips. He pulled her up against him, then shifted around so she was on her back. His hand went between their bodies to position the head of his cock at her slick opening then pushed forward, fast and hard......over and over again.
“Gods...Blaise, faster,” she panted wrapping her legs around his waist.
He started to drive into her fast and hard, his arms going around her upper back to grip her shoulders. He leaned in as she arched her neck back to nibble onto her skin. He kept a steady, fast rhythm, her hips raising off the mattress at the force of his thrusts.
Her nails dug into his back as the building pressure finally exploded through her lower body. Her inner walls clutched his shaft tight, letting him know that she came. He thrust deep inside of her, grinding against her as he let himself go, emptying himself in her warmth.
He trailed wet kisses up her neck, to her jaw, then finally to her lips. He brushed his lips over hers in a soft caress as their panting breaths became more regular. He slowly withdrew from her to roll onto his back, pulling her with him as she snuggled into his side.
“We never did try any of those beans,” she smirked, looking down at him.
“Next time,” he grinned.
“Do you have to go right away?” she asked kissing the side of his neck.
“No...unless you want me to go,” he replied, his hand gliding down her back to rest at her hip. “Maybe another guy is waiting for me to leave,” he teased.
“There’s only you Blaise....although...” she hedged.
“Although you’d like another snake in your bed,” he smirked.
“Do you mind?” she asked. “Would it bother you to share me?”
“Not really. I know what we have is special, and the sex is always explosive between us,” he said kissing her cheek. “I know Draco is a good guy...and if I had to share you with someone, he is more than okay.”
“We’ll see. I’ll have to get past the attitude a bit first,” she grinned.
“If that kiss was any indication, you’ll have no problems,” he replied.
“What about you Blaise? Is there anyone else you would like to have?”
“Gods, no! You are more than enough for me...sometimes too much,” he laughed.
“Oh? Do I tire you out Blaise?” she asked as her hand glided down his chest.
“Hmmm,” he moaned as her hand went further down to wrap around his half erect cock. “Sometimes...but don’t stop,” he replied as his one hand went to the back of her neck to pull her down for a heated kiss, while the other skimmed up her side to cup the fullness of her breast.
Several hours later Blaise stumbled into the Slytherin common room. He went directly to his bed where he managed to kick off his shoes, then went down face first, passing out as soon as his head hit the pillow.
Draco woke up fairly early and got ready for the day. He peeked his head into Blaise’s room to see him still asleep. He looked at the time to see breakfast was just starting in the Great Hall, so he nudged Blaise’s leg to wake him.
“Go ‘way,” Blaise mumbled burrowing more into the blankets.
“Time to get up Blaise,” Draco said grinning as he pulled the pillow from under Blaise’s head. “What time did you get in anyway?”
Blaise blearily looked to his clock, then turned on his back. “About five hours ago...gods Mya tires me out,” he said tiredly.
“Mya?” Draco asked, his attention perked at the name of the mystery girl.
Blaise groaned and sat up. “Never mind Drake,” he said rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
“Is she in seventh year? I don’t recall that name,” Draco said sitting on the end of the bed.
“Drop it Drake. I’m not ready to tell you yet,” Blaise replied grinning as he got up to pull his shirt over his head.
Draco watched Blaise partially undress. “Nice scratches there Blaise,” he smirked getting a good glimpse of his back.
“Yeah,” Blaise simply said then went into the bathroom to have a quick shower.
Draco sat on the bed to wait for him. When he came out he couldn’t help but to admire the muscled body of his best friend. The towel hung precariously low on his hips, where a glimpse of the upper thigh could be seen as the towel gaped when he was walking. He saw many more marks on the darker skin, most notably a dark red hickie just at the edge of the towel on the stomach. He looked up to Blaise’s eyes to see him looking back at him.
“Something bothering you Drake?” Blaise asked slipping a pair of boxers on under the towel.
“I wanted to apologize,” Draco said looking to the floor so he wouldn’t have to look at Blaise getting dressed.
“For what?”
“For that kiss yesterday. I don’t know why I did that,” Draco replied playing with a loose thread on his robes.
“No need to apologize. Actually I’m kind of flattered,” he grinned. “And it was the beans that you ate that made you do it.”
“Beans?” Draco asked looking up.
“Yeah. Remember those jelly beans that were on our tables yesterday?” Blaise asked. At Draco’s nod he continued. “Well, those beans are from the Weasley’s shop.” He then took out the net bag from his jeans pocket. “Each color does something a little different. Those white ones you ate make you want to kiss your heart’s desire,” he smirked.
“What?!” Draco cried. “But I kissed Granger too.”
“Yeah, I know,” Blaise replied, grinning at Draco. “Anything you want to tell me?”
“I can’t possibly...I mean...Granger...I don’t even like her,” Draco mumbled incoherently.
“And me?” Blaise asked sitting next to him on the bed.
Draco looked up again to see the humor gone from Blaise’s eyes, but a look of trust and seriousness instead. “I’ve always cared for you Blaise. “You’re my best friend,” he answered giving him a small smile.
“So, you’ve been dreaming about me then?” Blaise grinned.
Draco’s face flushed pink, “sometimes,” he said shrugging his one shoulder.
“And Hermione?” Blaise asked. “How long have you been dreaming about her?”
“I’ll tell you, if you promise not to say anything. I know you’ve been hanging around with the golden trio lately,” Draco began uncertainly.
“I promise I won’t say anything.”
Draco looked to Blaise and say the sincerity in his eyes. “Since last year,” he sighed. “You’re the only one I’ve admitted this too Blaise, and if you say anything I will personally give you to one of Hagrid’s creatures.”
“So why haven’t you approached her about it?” Blaise answered laughing.
“Why? Maybe because she’s the best friend of ‘Saint Potter’ and the Weasel. Not to mention she’s muggle born,” he grimaced.
“You know....she is a pretty powerful witch, there’s got to be someone in her family that is magical,” Blaise said. ‘Like her fathers family’, he thought to himself. “Maybe it skipped generations or something,”
“It’s possible I suppose,” Draco said as they left the dungeons.
Draco stayed relatively quiet after that on their trek to the Great Hall. As they sat down, their backs to the wall, he looked to Blaise. “So, who’s this Mya?” he grinned, then looked around the Hall to see if there was someone new he never noticed before.
“She’s....amazing, smart, sexy, funny....” Blaise answered dazedly as his eyes fell on the lady in question.
“No such thing,” Draco snorted. “If they’re smart, they’re usually dogs or have ‘a nice personality’. Sexy...they’re usually airheads. I think...she’s a figment of your over sexed imagination,” he smirked.
“Whatever Drake,” Blaise laughed. “Next time I’ll tell my ‘imagination’ to trim her claws next time she runs them down my back as she’s climaxing.”
During their first class, which was History of Magic, Blaise let Draco sample the Weasley’s jelly beans. Harry, Hermione, and Ron sat behind them trying to stifle their laughter at the expressions on Draco’s face after each one....or what they could see when Draco turned to face Blaise.
“Gee...it looks like he likes them,” Hermione said quietly, but loud enough for Blaise and Draco to hear.
Draco turned in his seat to face her. “What’s it to you Granger? These are probably the only things that get you off....or do your little side-kicks help you with that?” he sneered.
Hermione held her hand over Ron’s arm to keep him seated, as he looked like he was going to lunge over the desk after the blonde. Harry just sat there, looking amused over the whole scene, as he looked to Blaise who shook his head grinning. “First of all...it’s not your business who I’m fucking with, even if I’ve slept with the whole Gryffindor house....” she started.
“Which she hasn’t,” Harry interrupted.
“Yeah, right.....:” Draco began.
“And as for those beans...I have had them, as you have,” she smirked cutting him off. She leaned forwards on her desk and reached for his tie, bringing him closer to her. “I distinctly remember a certain snake eating one, then kissing me...quite thoroughly,” she grinned, her face close to his. “Tell me Draco...did you like my tongue stud scraping against yours as you shoved it into my mouth?” she asked suggestively looking down at his mouth.
‘Gods,’ Draco thought to himself as he recalled every second of that kiss as he looked to her mouth. He shifted in his seat, making sure the hem of his shirt covered the obvious arousal showing through his pants. He reached his hand to hers and tugged it away from his tie. “Back off Granger,” he warned quietly.
“Or what? You going to kiss me again?” she taunted.
Blaise saw a few of the other students look their way as the ghostly Professor droned on, and decided to break up the two of them. He pulled on Draco’s sleeve. “Alright already,” he grinned, “we are in class. Although boring as hell...we do need to pay some kind of attention to it.”
“Watch your back Granger,” Draco glared to Hermione.
“You could watch it for me Draco,” Hermione smiled sweetly.
Draco just glared at her and turned his back, muttering under his breath. “Fucking tease...who does she think she is...how dare she...watch her back...right...should hex her and give her a fucking dick...see how she likes it...fucking tease,” he finished quietly not paying attention to Blaise who was grinning at him knowingly.
That night at dinner, Hermione had looked up in surprise to see one of the school owls circling over her. She watched as it gracefully descended to land at the side of her plate. She carefully untied the scrolled parchment and read the brief message while giving the owl some of her beef.
Hermione,
To our dearest, closest friend. We invite you to your ‘surprise’ birthday party this Saturday night on the 19th in the Room of Requirement at about 8:00 p.m.
Love Harry & Ron
Hermione grinned as she finished reading her ‘invitation’. “You could have just told me about it,” she said.
“Yeah, we could have,” Harry shrugged. “I wanted to have a singing stripper announce it in the Great Hall here....but Ron....thought this was a better idea.”
“The stripper sounded like a good idea,” she smirked, “not much of a surprise though,” she added holding up the letter.
“With your ‘extra curricular’ activities you’ve been busy with lately, we wanted to make sure your calender was free for that night,” Harry replied.
“Yeah...who’ve you been busy with lately anyway?” Ron asked.
Hermione looked to Harry who shrugged his shoulders. “He’s bound to find out at the party,” Harry said.
“You know?” Ron asked looking to Harry.
“Ron...the reason I haven’t told you..and there’s only about two or three others that do know..is because of who it is,” Hermione said turning in her seat to face him.
“Well who is it? It’s not like it’s Malfoy......is it?” Ron asked.
“No, it’s not Malfoy...but I plan on getting him sometime soon,” Hermione replied grinning.
“Bloody hell ‘Mione.....Malfoy?” Ron said shaking his head, the purple hair falling over his eyes. “If it’s not him...then who?”
“Blaise,” she answered simply.
“Zabini? So that’s why he’s been hanging around with us,” Ron replied. “I thought he was going after Ginny,” he sighed.
“He’s not that bad Ron,” Harry said.
“No, he’s very good,” Hermione smirked, then started laughing when Ron’s face flushed pink. “We really have to get you laid,” she added after seeing his very embarrassed face.
“Who says I haven’t?” Ron asked looking to Hermione then Harry.
“Who then?” Harry smirked.
“Susan from Hufflepuff,” he replied quietly, “last year.”
“And what happened,” Hermione asked.
“We did ‘it’,” he replied looking down at his empty plate. “It wasn’t a huge deal or anything.”
“You haven’t met the right person then,” Hermione grinned. “You need someone that can rock your world...make you hard just thinking of the memory.”
“Like who? It’s not as if I have girls lining up to get into my pants,” Ron sighed.
“We’ll work on it. There’s a few books I can loan you too,” Hermione said mysteriously.
“What kind of books?” Ron asked.
“Wizarding books on how to pleasure your partners,” she answered then looked to Harry. “Don’t we have detention this Saturday night?” she added just thinking of it.
“Dumbledore said we could serve it the Friday night instead,” Harry answered.
The three of them finished their dinner and then went up to Hermione’s rooms. They all sat looking through the books and laughing at some of the odd positions that were pictured in the pages. Before they knew it, it was time for them to head their separate ways.
As Hermione drifted to sleep that night...alone, she was thinking of how nice it was to spend some time with her two best friends, and vowed to make more of an effort to do so again. Her dreams soon drifted to two other men...one she has, and the other one she wanted...both of them asleep in the serpents lair.
Chapter Five
The next day, just before lunch, Blaise was making his way to the Great Hall by himself, thinking on what to get Mya for her birthday, when his arm was grabbed, then pulled into a closet. “What the....” he began then started to moan when he felt a very familiar pair of lips latch onto his.
Hermione pushed Blaise against the door of the small closet and started to leave a wet trail of kisses along his jaw to his neck. “I was thinking of you all morning,” she huskily said by his ear.
He arched his neck back, letting her have more of him to taste. “I missed you last night Mya,” he said as his hands went to her hips to pull her closer to him.
“Had to give you some kind of a break,” she cheekily said as her mouth went back to his.
His hand went into her hair at the back of her head, and gave it a tug, her head going back as he started to nibble onto her neck. Her hands were keeping busy as they unbuttoned his shirt, letting her warm hands glide up his firm stomach and chest. She felt his teeth sink into her neck a bit harder when she tweaked the one nipple, while the other hand snuck lower down his body to rub the flat of her palm against his straining erection.
Their hands were everywhere they could reach as their mouths collided again, their tongues dueling for dominance. She moaned low in her throat as she felt his hand slip in her low cut bra to kneed the flesh, to pinch the extended nipple between forefinger and thumb.
Her hands then deftly undid his pants as she licked her way down his body. There was no teasing in her touches this time. She gripped the base of his cock, then took the head into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the engorged flesh. His hands went into her hair again as he thrust his hips forward, his cock going deeper in her mouth.
As Hermione was going down on Blaise, their moans caught a certain someone’s attention as he was walking by. “Gods....Mya.....deeper,” he heard Blaise groan.
Draco looked around the hall to see no one else around. He leaned back against the wall and crossed his arms...waiting. He couldn’t help getting hard listening to the heavy breathing, the moaning that came from within the closet. He then heard Blaise groan out loud, a thud against the door, then the sound of clothes being adjusted. He moved a bit further down the hall and hid in the shadows. In short time he watched Blaise come out tucking his shirt in his pants, with a very satisfied smile on his face. He then waited to see who this Mya was.
“No way!” he muttered to himself as Hermione came out buttoning a few buttons of her shirt.
Hermione came out of the closet doing up her shirt when she heard someone down the hall. She grinned at the person as she brought a finger up to her lips to swipe a pearly drop of cum from the corner of her mouth. “What’s the matter Draco?” she asked seductively as she walked closer to him.
“You?!” he asked leaning against the wall heavily. “You’re Mya?”
“The one and only,” she smirked as she leaned towards him.
Before he realized what she was about, her mouth latched onto his, her tongue dipping into his surprised mouth, the taste of Blaise still on her lips. He resisted at first trying to push her away, but she had pushed her whole body against him, and his body was not cooperating with his head. His arms went around her waist pulling her closer. He slid his one arm up the middle of her back, while the other went to her lower back, holding her close. He couldn’t help the betraying moan that escaped him when she pushed her hips forward, rubbing against his erection.
Hermione had to smile to herself when she heard the moan, felt his erection against her lower stomach. ‘Merlin..he feels good,’ she thought to herself as she reluctantly pulled herself away. She noticed the vulnerable look in his eyes right before he quickly put his cold mask back on. “He tastes good, doesn’t he?” she smirked, licking her lips.
“Fuck you Granger!” he said wiping his mouth with his sleeve.
“I’m waiting for you Malfoy,” she said, her voice low as her hand went to his erection. “You can’t deny you don’t want that too.”
He slapped her hand away, but not before he instinctively pushed into her hand. “You’ve got Blaise...you really want to screw that up?” he sneered.
“Would it matter to you?” she asked shrugging her one shoulder. She could see the conflict he was having with himself. “Meet me tomorrow night at the quidditch pitch at 8:30 and let me know your decision,” she said, then turned her back to go to her first afternoon class, leaving Draco to rush to his rooms to take care of a little problem before he went to his classes.
All during Draco’s classes that afternoon, his thoughts were on Blaise and Hermione. He couldn’t deny to himself that he wanted her...badly. His dreams were getting more and more vivid since the first kiss in the Great Hall...which his dorm mates have not let him forget. A Malfoy kissing a Gryffindor...in public....unheard of in all Slytherin history.
He watched her in the last class of the day....Care of Magical Creatures. The way she kids around with her friends, the way she laughs. When she had jumped on Harry’s back when they were going back to the castle, he wished she was behind him, her legs wrapped around his waist, her warm breath fanning against his neck.
Blaise had also been watching Hermione, and had to smile seeing her carefree nature with her friends. He also couldn’t help but grin at Draco and his obvious interest in the Head Girl. He thought back to earlier today when he came across the two of them shortly after he left Hermione. Draco’s got it bad...and he doesn’t even realize it. He felt kind of sorry for him. He knew once Hermione wanted something, she shows no mercy until she gets it.... or them. He put his one arm over Draco’s shoulder to get his attention. “Hey Drake, does a certain lion got your tail?” he smirked.
Draco’s head shot up out of his musings. “What? What the Merlin are you talking about Blaise?” he asked.
“Hermione. You’ve been looking at her all afternoon,” Blaise said taking his arm off Draco as they went up to the castle.
“Just watching the trio making fools of themselves,” Draco replied.
“Uh...uh,” Blaise murmured, in no way convinced of the lie. “Well, I’m off to the library to work on the transfiguration essay that’s due in a few days. You coming?” he asked.
“Yeah, sure,” Draco said shrugging his shoulders.
By the time the two Slytherin’s retrieved their books, then trudged up to the library, Hermione and Harry were already there. They sat across from them and opened their books. “What are you two working on?” Blaise asked.
“Defense...due tomorrow,” Harry smirked.
“Ancient Runes...due next week,” Hermione answered grinning as she saw Harry roll his eyes at her. “And you guys?”
“Transfiguration,” Blaise said. “Are you done it already?”
“Yep. Finished it a couple of days ago,” she smirked.
“Figures,” Draco muttered.
“What was that Malfoy?” Hermione asked leaning towards him.
Draco looked up from his books, first noticing the way her shirt gaped open enough to see black silk, then up to her face. “Nothing Granger. I didn’t say anything,” he muttered.
Hermione nudged Harry’s arm and motioned to the next table. Harry looked up, as well as Blaise and Draco to see Seamus and Dean from Gryffindor come in, dropping their books on the table. Seamus went to sit down when he then fell flat on his ass, because the chair wasn’t where he placed it. He gripped the chair again to move it back to the table and slowly lowered his body, then stilled as the chair legs scraped against the floor as it moved back. He kept moving back...but so did the chair. Finally he gave up and sat in a different chair, although doing so cautiously.
Hermione was trying not to laugh out loud, but then saw Harry with his head on his arms, his shoulders shaking as muffled laughter could be heard from him.
“Yours?” Blaise grinned. Hermione nodded her head. “How many chairs did you put the spell on?”
“Five,” she replied.
“Hey ‘Mione, is this the book that I need?” Ron asked coming towards the table.
“Looks like it,” she replied to her purple headed friend.
“Nice hair Weasel,” Draco sneered.
Ron just shrugged the comment off, and went to sit down, holding onto the chair tight as he sat. “It’s starting to grow on me. I may even keep it this way,” he said cheekily.
“Was there a problem with your chair Ron?” Blaise asked innocently.
“Seems there are a few chairs that don’t want to be sat on,” Ron replied glaring at Hermione.
“It was so funny,” Harry laughed, “alls you saw were his legs going up in the air and his purple hair. Colin should have been here to get a picture.”
“Wanker,” Ron said looking at Harry, but also couldn’t stop the smile that was slowly coming to his lips.
“Did you talk to Snape yet?” Blaise asked Hermione.
“No. I was going to talk to him tomorrow after class,” she replied.
“Going for another kiss Granger?” Draco sneered.
“Hmmm...there’s a thought,” she sighed. “It was a rather nice kiss. What do you think Malfoy? Should I go for it?” she grinned.
“Whatever Granger,” Draco muttered then packed away his books. “I’m going to head down where I can actually work where it’s quiet.” He stalked out of the library muttering about loud Gryffindors, much to the amusement of said Gryffindors.
“Sounds like an idea,” Hermione said then looked to Blaise. “Did you need a hand with that transfiguration essay Blaise?”
“Sure,” Blaise replied grinning as he put his books in his bag. “You’re room or mine?” he asked wiggling his one brow suggestively.
Hermione rolled her eyes. “You are so corny sometimes Blaise,” she laughed. “Come on then,” she added linking her arm through his as they left the library.
Harry and Ron watched them go. “Bet you Blaise is still not done his essay tomorrow,” Harry grinned.
“I’ll take that bet. I’ll bet if he is finished...you turn your hair purple,” Ron smirked.
“You’ll lose Ron, but okay,” Harry laughed then reached over to shake Ron’s hand. “If I win....you kiss Malfoy...on the lips,” he added grinning at Ron’s disgusted expression.
Hermione was the first to enter her rooms, followed closely by Blaise. He wrapped his arms around her waist and started to kiss his way up and down her neck. She leaned into the touch for a few moments then pulled away. “First we finish your essay...then you can have your way with me,” she grinned.
“Aw, come on Mya,” Blaise pleaded, then reached for her hand to place it over his erection.
“Let’s see. You need to do three feet on animal transfiguration,” Hermione stated rubbing her palm over his length. “I’ll tell you what...after each foot, you get a reward.”
“What kind of reward?” he asked as a soft moan escaped his lips.
“You’ll have to wait and see,” she grinned. “How much have you got done already?”
“About a foot,” he shrugged, then grinned in anticipation. “So, that would mean a reward then?” he asked hopefully.
“I suppose it does,” she replied, then led him to her couch. “First, I need to see proof that you’ve done the work.”
“Don’t you trust me?” he asked innocently, sitting back on the couch.
“Hello....Slytherin...need I say more,” she smirked.
He pulled out his books, quill, and his rolled parchment. “See, I was not lying...about a foot done,” he said with a grin.
Hermione glanced to the parchment, then turned to Blaise, a wicked grin on her face. She knelt on the floor between his legs and leaned up to kiss his mouth, while her hands slowly unbuttoned his shirt. Her fingernail grazed his nipple, eliciting a low moan from him. Hermione delved her tongue into his mouth while her fingers pinched both of his nipples. She pulled back to leave a trail of wet kisses along his jaw and down his neck, sucking on the skin at the collarbone. He bucked his hips up against her belly as her lips moved lower on his chest, then finally to flick her tongue around his nipple, making sure the stud grazed the nub.
He groaned out loud in frustration when she pulled back, then sat in the corner of the couch. “You expect me to concentrate after that?” he asked a little breathlessly, shifting in his seat.
“Yes. Remember, another foot...another reward,” she smiled, picking up her book, “and they get better.”
Blaise just shook his head then opened his books. The sound of his quill scratching insistently on parchment filled the room as he tried to forget that Hermione was sitting there beside him..but oh so far away from his reach.
Hermione kept glancing over to Blaise and smiled when she saw that he had about a half a foot more done. “I’ll be right back,” she said getting up to walk behind the couch, leaning over to kiss the side of his neck. She took her time changing into something a bit more comfortable, then slipped on her silk robe over that. She conjured two tall glasses of coke, complete with ice and made her way back to Blaise.
Blaise glanced up when Hermione entered the room, and dropped his quill in surprise. She leaned over to put his coke on the table where he was able to get a good glimpse of black mesh in between the folds of the robe. He kept his gaze on her as she sat in the chair across from him, crossing her legs as she picked up her book. The robe slid to the side of her legs where he willed it to spread further...but no such luck for his eager gaze.
Hermione kept her gaze on Blaise as his eyes practically devoured her. She grinned as she crossed her legs. “How are you doing?” she asked.
“Almost done the second foot,” he smiled licking his lips as he looked down at the bare skin of her one thigh.
“Well, I suggest you get on with it then,” she said motioning to his books.
A short while later, he put his quill down and got up to cross the room. “Time for my reward,” he said huskily as he slowly untied the belt to her robe as if it was a treasured present.
“I’m supposed to do something for you, not you to me,” she smirked.
“I want to see what you have for me here,” he replied opening her robe. He gave a low moan when he saw her wearing a mesh teddy, the thin shoulder straps showing the creamy skin of her shoulders. He leaned forward to capture her smiling lips in a heated kiss as he spread her legs and pulled her hips closer to the edge of the chair.
She moaned when his erection rubbed against her heat, and hooked her bare feet behind his thighs as they moved together. She arched her neck back as he suckled onto the skin, his hands running up her sides to stop at her breasts. His mouth moved down the deep vee of the neckline, licking along the edge of the mesh.
“That feels good,” she said breathlessly as he tweaked one of her nipples that poked out of the mesh.
“It can feel better Mya,” he replied grinding his erection against her, taking a nipple into his mouth.
“I know....but not yet,” she smiled warmly, then cupped the side of his face to bring it up to slowly brush her tongue along his lips. “I promise, one more foot and you can fuck me until I can’t sit anymore.”
He pulled away, kneeling back on his heels. “You’re killing me Mya,” he groaned.
She reached for his hand then placed it between her legs. “You’re not alone Blaise,” she said, then shifted forwards more as his fingers slipped in the sides of the mesh bodysuit, his fingers slipping easily inside of her wet folds.
She rocked against his hand, then looked down in surprise when she heard a soft ripping sound. She couldn’t hold back a whimper as his mouth moved to her clit, his tongue dancing against the swollen nub. While his tongue was busy around her clit, he tore more of the mesh, baring her completely for his eager tongue.
He loved the taste of her, and proved it as he began to lick the velvety folds, sucking gently on her clit , making her cry out for more. He was just about to pull away when she grasped a handful of his hair to bring him closer while she thrust her hips up meeting the stroking of his tongue. He began to circle her clit as he slipped two fingers inside of her, thrusting at the same rhythm as his tongue was working on her clit. It wasn’t soon after that her legs tightened at his sides, and her inner walls clenched around his fingers. He slowed down his tongue as she shuddered through her orgasm, letting the waves of pleasure wash over her body.
She pulled him up from between her legs and leaned up to kiss his smirking mouth. “You better hurry and finish Blaise...I want you inside of me,” she said huskily, licking some of her juices of his lips.
“Almost finished,” he replied giving her a brief kiss, then moved back to the couch. “I know what I need to write, just have to put it down on parchment.”
“Your reward was for me to go down on you...not that I’m complaining..but I wanted to taste you again,” she grinned, slipping the robe from her shoulders.
“So how was Draco’s second kiss by the way?” he asked not looking up at the tempting sight of her waiting for him, as he worked on his assignment.
“You saw that did you?”
“Yeah, looked like he was enjoying it,” he smirked.
“He did,” she grinned, “he also had a taste of you too. No complaints.”
“So when do you think you’ll get him to your bed?”
“Within a week,” she said confidently. “If he shows up for our meeting tomorrow night...I’ve got him.”
“And he knows about us then?”
“Yes, he saw you leave the closet...followed by me,” she smirked remembering the gobsmacked expression on his face.
Hermione got up to sit by Blaise to read over his one shoulder, her hand rubbing his back while he wrote the last foot. She leaned into his side, reaching up to trail light kisses up and down the side of his neck. She had to smile a little as she glanced down at his parchment, to see his usually neat penmanship looking hurried and crooked. She waited patiently until she saw him write his name and date at the bottom of the scroll. As he was recapping his ink bottle, she got her wand and did a quick spell to rid him of his clothes.
“A little impatient love?” he smirked looking at her.
“Yes,” she replied as she straddled his thighs and slowly impaled herself on his erection.
He gripped her hips until he was completely sheathed inside her tight heat. Their soft moans filled the room as she rocked against him, keeping a slow steady rhythm. He glided his hands up her sides to cup the mesh covered breasts, brushing his thumb teasingly over the nipples. He gave a quick stroke to them with his tongue then worked his way up to her neck, then to her always waiting lips. As their lips glided against each other, their tongues meeting to heighten their arousal, he brought his hands to the mesh at each breast and tugged.
She heard the tear and pulled away from his addictive kisses to look down where her breasts were now completely bared, the mesh gaping open even more from the tear. “Hope you don’t mind Mya,” he grinned as he gripped her hips and thrust up.
She closed her eyes tight as he thrust up hard and fast, hanging onto his shoulders. “No...oh gods...meant to....feels so good....be worn....so close.....just once,” she panted incoherently, then moaned as his lips latched onto a nipple to suck the pebbled nub into his mouth.
She leaned into him as he continued his assault on her one nipple, then went to the other one. She felt his fingers dig into her hips as she rode him. “Mya...I’m gonna....” He groaned right before he pushed her hips down hard to grind her hips onto him, his head going back on the couch cushions as he erupted inside of her. She soon followed, the friction against her clit sending her over the edge in a shuddering climax.
Once they both spiraled back down to earth, she kissed the side of his neck, feeling the pulse against her lips, then looked down into his eyes. “Can you stay?” she asked.
He reached up to give her a quick kiss and shifted his butt to the edge of the couch. “Yes,” he replied wrapping his arms around her bottom, then stood up with her in his arms.
She wrapped her legs around his waist, and her arms around his neck as he walked to her bedroom. She hugged him close and began to nibble on his ear, then gave a low moan when his arms tightened around her bottom, his semi-hard erection going deeper inside of her.
Once inside her bedroom, he laid her on her back, him following close as he started to thrust into her again. This time around they took their time, their bodies close, their hands reaching where they could as their kisses started out slow and sweet, but soon escalated to fierce and hungry as their lovemaking became more frenzied.
After they both cried out each other’s names as they came, their breathing erratic, he lay on his side, pulling her to him. She snuggled her back against his chest and moved her leg a bit to accommodate his as it slid between hers. He had pulled the covers over them both, then kissed her shoulder. “Love you Mya,” he said quietly.
She put her arm over his and gathered it closer to her. She linked her fingers through his, then brought them up to her lips. “Love you too Blaise,” she replied huskily, pressing her lips to his knuckles.
They both fell asleep with smiles on their faces. It was the first time they spoke of their feelings to each other.
Author: tas (Terry)
Rating: R to NC-17
Warning: Some of the characters are out of character, and there is swearing and sex involved....hence the rating. Also there is slash in this fic (male/male), don’t like it, don’t read.
Summary: Set in seventh year. Hermione seems to attract certain Slytherin men, which she welcomes with open arms....among other things. Pranks and loving keep the Head Girl busy as she goes for what she wants.
Disclaimer: Although the plot is mine, the characters and the whole Harry Potter franchise belongs solely to J.K. Rowling, the woman that started my addiction into the Potter universe. I receive no monies for this story, but write for the pleasure of twisting the characters to my will.
Authors Note: To sketchy...the person to whom I write this gift for. I hope you enjoy the story that I’ve written for you and hope I’ve followed most of your guidelines. Sorry in advance for Draco being a little fluffy. The purple hair was something I had to think about a bit to put in the story, but I’m hoping you like how that worked out also. When I started writing this story, I wasn’t planning on it being this long, so sit back...grab a pepsi and some munchies and enjoy.
Chapter Four
As soon as her portrait was closed, Hermione slipped a red bean in Blaise’s mouth as she pushed him back against the wall, her hands busy pulling up his shirt to touch skin.
Blaise sagged against the wall as he started to suck on the candy, the feeling of someone licking his cock making him groan out loud. His head went back against the wall as Hermione started to lick and nibble his neck. “Gods....Mya,” he moaned as he searched for her hand to place it over his aching erection.
She pulled away slightly to pull his shirt over his head then reached up to capture his very willing mouth in a searing kiss, while her hand gripped his erection through his jeans. Her tongue probed into his mouth, his meeting hers, the tip of his playing with the stud in her tongue.
His hands went to the edge of her sweater and slipped inside to touch the heated skin at her waist. He loved the feel of her, the feel of the softest satin. He pulled away from the kiss. “Can we take this somewhere more comfortable?” he smirked sexily, and a little breathlessly.
She grinned back at him, then toed off her runners and led him to her bedroom, pulling her sweater over her head on the way to toss it carelessly on the couch.
He gazed longingly at her backside in the loose fitting jeans, then moved up to her back, his mouth going dry as inch by inch of her bare back was revealed as she slipped the sweater over her head, leaving a thin strip of red satin of her bra showing. Her pants seemed to tighten over her backside as her hand slipped in her front pocket to take out the mesh covered package of beans. He barely caught it as she threw it over her shoulder.
He reached out for her to slip his arms around her waist to pull her close to him, the bare skin of her back warm against his chest. His hand glided up her firm stomach, his fingers grazing the gold hoop at her navel on the way up, then rested just under her breast, the silk cool to his warm hands as he lowered his mouth to the side of her neck. He started nibbling on her lower neck just at the juncture of her shoulder, eliciting a low moan from her throat. She arched her neck to the side as he slowly sucked on the skin, her hand going over his at her waist.
“So you liked that kiss Draco gave you?” he asked by her ear, his hand moving up to cup her breast, his fingers searching for the peak that was aching for his touch.
“It was surprising,” she answered huskily, then gave a small moan as his hand slipped into the side of her bra.
“So, did you like it?” he repeated smiling against the side of her neck as he undid her jeans one handed.
“Yes,” she said breathlessly, then bent her head back against his shoulder while his hand slipped into the top of her panties.
Her hands went to her jeans to slip them over her hips where they fell the rest of the way down her legs. “It feels like you enjoyed that,” he said by her ear as his fingers found she was wet. He slid two fingers down her slit to slide between the folds. “Or was Snape’s kiss the one that made you so wet?”
“Mmm....no....Draco’s,” she panted. “What about...oh gods...right there,” she moaned as his fingers slid up to her clit. “What...about...you?”
“What about me?” he asked hoarsely as he grinded his erection against her bottom.
She pulled away reluctantly, his fingers leaving a wet trail over her stomach and hip as she turned to face him. She nudged him backwards until the back of his legs hit her bed. “Did you like Draco’s kiss?” she smirked then moved her hands to her back to unclasp her bra.
“Would you hold it against me if I said yes?” he asked as his hands went to her hips to pull her between his legs.
“No, it was a turn on to see that,” she said while her hands slipped to her panties to push them over her hips. “Looks like you two had done that before though.”
His hands skimmed down her thighs, pushing the red scrap of silk down her legs. “We have,” he answered gazing hungrily at the thatch of curls in front of him.
“When?” she asked kneeling between his legs.
“A few years ago.”
“Who bottomed?” she asked leaning forward to kiss his chest.
He leaned back on his hands and watched her move her lips closer to a nipple. “Both of us,” he replied bucking his hips up as her teeth grazed his nipple. “Why the questions Mya?”
She drew back and ran her hands up his thighs to stop at the snap and zipper. “Just curious,” she shrugged. “I can imagine it in my head,” she smiled.
“And you like that?” he asked moving his hips off the bed so she could slip his jeans and boxers over his hips.
“It would be something to see,” she smirked looking down at his full erection. She licked her lips then leaned down to swipe at the glistening drop of pre-cum that was leaking from the tip with her tongue.
“Mmm....more Mya,” he groaned, his hands going to her shoulders.
Instead, she leaned up a bit to kiss his upper stomach, his erection nestled in between her breasts. “How long do you think Malfoy’s been wanting to kiss me?” she asked probing her tongue into his navel.
“Don’t know, you’ll have to ask him,” he answered breathlessly as his hands went to her sides to push her breasts together, tightening their hold on his cock. He started to thrust up, his leaking cock lubricating the tight chasm.
She angled her head down to brush her tongue over the head of his cock as he thrust up. “Maybe I will...wonder if he tastes as good as you,” she said as her lips went around the crown of his cock, her tongue stud hitting the sensitive underside of his length.
His hand went to the back of her head to guide her lower. “I guess.....you’ll...have to....try...him...out,” he moaned as she took him deeper in her mouth.
She shifted to lean back on her knees as she gripped the base of his cock, using long broad strokes of her tongue up his length as he watched with heavy lidded eyes. Her tongue continued to tease the underside of his shaft, the stud sending jolts of pleasure through his lower body.
“Please..Mya,” he begged pushing his hips towards her more.
She locked gazes with him as she opened her mouth wide and slowly lowered her mouth down his length, the tip hitting the back of her throat. She started to move her mouth up and down the shaft, moaning as Blaise started to thrust up into her mouth, the vibration of her humming bringing him closer to release.
Just when he was on the brink of exploding in her mouth, he groaned as she pulled back. “Fuck Mya,” he said, his voice hoarse. She had just grinned up at him, then trailed little kisses over his hips. He pulled her up against him, then shifted around so she was on her back. His hand went between their bodies to position the head of his cock at her slick opening then pushed forward, fast and hard......over and over again.
“Gods...Blaise, faster,” she panted wrapping her legs around his waist.
He started to drive into her fast and hard, his arms going around her upper back to grip her shoulders. He leaned in as she arched her neck back to nibble onto her skin. He kept a steady, fast rhythm, her hips raising off the mattress at the force of his thrusts.
Her nails dug into his back as the building pressure finally exploded through her lower body. Her inner walls clutched his shaft tight, letting him know that she came. He thrust deep inside of her, grinding against her as he let himself go, emptying himself in her warmth.
He trailed wet kisses up her neck, to her jaw, then finally to her lips. He brushed his lips over hers in a soft caress as their panting breaths became more regular. He slowly withdrew from her to roll onto his back, pulling her with him as she snuggled into his side.
“We never did try any of those beans,” she smirked, looking down at him.
“Next time,” he grinned.
“Do you have to go right away?” she asked kissing the side of his neck.
“No...unless you want me to go,” he replied, his hand gliding down her back to rest at her hip. “Maybe another guy is waiting for me to leave,” he teased.
“There’s only you Blaise....although...” she hedged.
“Although you’d like another snake in your bed,” he smirked.
“Do you mind?” she asked. “Would it bother you to share me?”
“Not really. I know what we have is special, and the sex is always explosive between us,” he said kissing her cheek. “I know Draco is a good guy...and if I had to share you with someone, he is more than okay.”
“We’ll see. I’ll have to get past the attitude a bit first,” she grinned.
“If that kiss was any indication, you’ll have no problems,” he replied.
“What about you Blaise? Is there anyone else you would like to have?”
“Gods, no! You are more than enough for me...sometimes too much,” he laughed.
“Oh? Do I tire you out Blaise?” she asked as her hand glided down his chest.
“Hmmm,” he moaned as her hand went further down to wrap around his half erect cock. “Sometimes...but don’t stop,” he replied as his one hand went to the back of her neck to pull her down for a heated kiss, while the other skimmed up her side to cup the fullness of her breast.
Several hours later Blaise stumbled into the Slytherin common room. He went directly to his bed where he managed to kick off his shoes, then went down face first, passing out as soon as his head hit the pillow.
Draco woke up fairly early and got ready for the day. He peeked his head into Blaise’s room to see him still asleep. He looked at the time to see breakfast was just starting in the Great Hall, so he nudged Blaise’s leg to wake him.
“Go ‘way,” Blaise mumbled burrowing more into the blankets.
“Time to get up Blaise,” Draco said grinning as he pulled the pillow from under Blaise’s head. “What time did you get in anyway?”
Blaise blearily looked to his clock, then turned on his back. “About five hours ago...gods Mya tires me out,” he said tiredly.
“Mya?” Draco asked, his attention perked at the name of the mystery girl.
Blaise groaned and sat up. “Never mind Drake,” he said rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
“Is she in seventh year? I don’t recall that name,” Draco said sitting on the end of the bed.
“Drop it Drake. I’m not ready to tell you yet,” Blaise replied grinning as he got up to pull his shirt over his head.
Draco watched Blaise partially undress. “Nice scratches there Blaise,” he smirked getting a good glimpse of his back.
“Yeah,” Blaise simply said then went into the bathroom to have a quick shower.
Draco sat on the bed to wait for him. When he came out he couldn’t help but to admire the muscled body of his best friend. The towel hung precariously low on his hips, where a glimpse of the upper thigh could be seen as the towel gaped when he was walking. He saw many more marks on the darker skin, most notably a dark red hickie just at the edge of the towel on the stomach. He looked up to Blaise’s eyes to see him looking back at him.
“Something bothering you Drake?” Blaise asked slipping a pair of boxers on under the towel.
“I wanted to apologize,” Draco said looking to the floor so he wouldn’t have to look at Blaise getting dressed.
“For what?”
“For that kiss yesterday. I don’t know why I did that,” Draco replied playing with a loose thread on his robes.
“No need to apologize. Actually I’m kind of flattered,” he grinned. “And it was the beans that you ate that made you do it.”
“Beans?” Draco asked looking up.
“Yeah. Remember those jelly beans that were on our tables yesterday?” Blaise asked. At Draco’s nod he continued. “Well, those beans are from the Weasley’s shop.” He then took out the net bag from his jeans pocket. “Each color does something a little different. Those white ones you ate make you want to kiss your heart’s desire,” he smirked.
“What?!” Draco cried. “But I kissed Granger too.”
“Yeah, I know,” Blaise replied, grinning at Draco. “Anything you want to tell me?”
“I can’t possibly...I mean...Granger...I don’t even like her,” Draco mumbled incoherently.
“And me?” Blaise asked sitting next to him on the bed.
Draco looked up again to see the humor gone from Blaise’s eyes, but a look of trust and seriousness instead. “I’ve always cared for you Blaise. “You’re my best friend,” he answered giving him a small smile.
“So, you’ve been dreaming about me then?” Blaise grinned.
Draco’s face flushed pink, “sometimes,” he said shrugging his one shoulder.
“And Hermione?” Blaise asked. “How long have you been dreaming about her?”
“I’ll tell you, if you promise not to say anything. I know you’ve been hanging around with the golden trio lately,” Draco began uncertainly.
“I promise I won’t say anything.”
Draco looked to Blaise and say the sincerity in his eyes. “Since last year,” he sighed. “You’re the only one I’ve admitted this too Blaise, and if you say anything I will personally give you to one of Hagrid’s creatures.”
“So why haven’t you approached her about it?” Blaise answered laughing.
“Why? Maybe because she’s the best friend of ‘Saint Potter’ and the Weasel. Not to mention she’s muggle born,” he grimaced.
“You know....she is a pretty powerful witch, there’s got to be someone in her family that is magical,” Blaise said. ‘Like her fathers family’, he thought to himself. “Maybe it skipped generations or something,”
“It’s possible I suppose,” Draco said as they left the dungeons.
Draco stayed relatively quiet after that on their trek to the Great Hall. As they sat down, their backs to the wall, he looked to Blaise. “So, who’s this Mya?” he grinned, then looked around the Hall to see if there was someone new he never noticed before.
“She’s....amazing, smart, sexy, funny....” Blaise answered dazedly as his eyes fell on the lady in question.
“No such thing,” Draco snorted. “If they’re smart, they’re usually dogs or have ‘a nice personality’. Sexy...they’re usually airheads. I think...she’s a figment of your over sexed imagination,” he smirked.
“Whatever Drake,” Blaise laughed. “Next time I’ll tell my ‘imagination’ to trim her claws next time she runs them down my back as she’s climaxing.”
During their first class, which was History of Magic, Blaise let Draco sample the Weasley’s jelly beans. Harry, Hermione, and Ron sat behind them trying to stifle their laughter at the expressions on Draco’s face after each one....or what they could see when Draco turned to face Blaise.
“Gee...it looks like he likes them,” Hermione said quietly, but loud enough for Blaise and Draco to hear.
Draco turned in his seat to face her. “What’s it to you Granger? These are probably the only things that get you off....or do your little side-kicks help you with that?” he sneered.
Hermione held her hand over Ron’s arm to keep him seated, as he looked like he was going to lunge over the desk after the blonde. Harry just sat there, looking amused over the whole scene, as he looked to Blaise who shook his head grinning. “First of all...it’s not your business who I’m fucking with, even if I’ve slept with the whole Gryffindor house....” she started.
“Which she hasn’t,” Harry interrupted.
“Yeah, right.....:” Draco began.
“And as for those beans...I have had them, as you have,” she smirked cutting him off. She leaned forwards on her desk and reached for his tie, bringing him closer to her. “I distinctly remember a certain snake eating one, then kissing me...quite thoroughly,” she grinned, her face close to his. “Tell me Draco...did you like my tongue stud scraping against yours as you shoved it into my mouth?” she asked suggestively looking down at his mouth.
‘Gods,’ Draco thought to himself as he recalled every second of that kiss as he looked to her mouth. He shifted in his seat, making sure the hem of his shirt covered the obvious arousal showing through his pants. He reached his hand to hers and tugged it away from his tie. “Back off Granger,” he warned quietly.
“Or what? You going to kiss me again?” she taunted.
Blaise saw a few of the other students look their way as the ghostly Professor droned on, and decided to break up the two of them. He pulled on Draco’s sleeve. “Alright already,” he grinned, “we are in class. Although boring as hell...we do need to pay some kind of attention to it.”
“Watch your back Granger,” Draco glared to Hermione.
“You could watch it for me Draco,” Hermione smiled sweetly.
Draco just glared at her and turned his back, muttering under his breath. “Fucking tease...who does she think she is...how dare she...watch her back...right...should hex her and give her a fucking dick...see how she likes it...fucking tease,” he finished quietly not paying attention to Blaise who was grinning at him knowingly.
That night at dinner, Hermione had looked up in surprise to see one of the school owls circling over her. She watched as it gracefully descended to land at the side of her plate. She carefully untied the scrolled parchment and read the brief message while giving the owl some of her beef.
Hermione,
To our dearest, closest friend. We invite you to your ‘surprise’ birthday party this Saturday night on the 19th in the Room of Requirement at about 8:00 p.m.
Love Harry & Ron
Hermione grinned as she finished reading her ‘invitation’. “You could have just told me about it,” she said.
“Yeah, we could have,” Harry shrugged. “I wanted to have a singing stripper announce it in the Great Hall here....but Ron....thought this was a better idea.”
“The stripper sounded like a good idea,” she smirked, “not much of a surprise though,” she added holding up the letter.
“With your ‘extra curricular’ activities you’ve been busy with lately, we wanted to make sure your calender was free for that night,” Harry replied.
“Yeah...who’ve you been busy with lately anyway?” Ron asked.
Hermione looked to Harry who shrugged his shoulders. “He’s bound to find out at the party,” Harry said.
“You know?” Ron asked looking to Harry.
“Ron...the reason I haven’t told you..and there’s only about two or three others that do know..is because of who it is,” Hermione said turning in her seat to face him.
“Well who is it? It’s not like it’s Malfoy......is it?” Ron asked.
“No, it’s not Malfoy...but I plan on getting him sometime soon,” Hermione replied grinning.
“Bloody hell ‘Mione.....Malfoy?” Ron said shaking his head, the purple hair falling over his eyes. “If it’s not him...then who?”
“Blaise,” she answered simply.
“Zabini? So that’s why he’s been hanging around with us,” Ron replied. “I thought he was going after Ginny,” he sighed.
“He’s not that bad Ron,” Harry said.
“No, he’s very good,” Hermione smirked, then started laughing when Ron’s face flushed pink. “We really have to get you laid,” she added after seeing his very embarrassed face.
“Who says I haven’t?” Ron asked looking to Hermione then Harry.
“Who then?” Harry smirked.
“Susan from Hufflepuff,” he replied quietly, “last year.”
“And what happened,” Hermione asked.
“We did ‘it’,” he replied looking down at his empty plate. “It wasn’t a huge deal or anything.”
“You haven’t met the right person then,” Hermione grinned. “You need someone that can rock your world...make you hard just thinking of the memory.”
“Like who? It’s not as if I have girls lining up to get into my pants,” Ron sighed.
“We’ll work on it. There’s a few books I can loan you too,” Hermione said mysteriously.
“What kind of books?” Ron asked.
“Wizarding books on how to pleasure your partners,” she answered then looked to Harry. “Don’t we have detention this Saturday night?” she added just thinking of it.
“Dumbledore said we could serve it the Friday night instead,” Harry answered.
The three of them finished their dinner and then went up to Hermione’s rooms. They all sat looking through the books and laughing at some of the odd positions that were pictured in the pages. Before they knew it, it was time for them to head their separate ways.
As Hermione drifted to sleep that night...alone, she was thinking of how nice it was to spend some time with her two best friends, and vowed to make more of an effort to do so again. Her dreams soon drifted to two other men...one she has, and the other one she wanted...both of them asleep in the serpents lair.
Chapter Five
The next day, just before lunch, Blaise was making his way to the Great Hall by himself, thinking on what to get Mya for her birthday, when his arm was grabbed, then pulled into a closet. “What the....” he began then started to moan when he felt a very familiar pair of lips latch onto his.
Hermione pushed Blaise against the door of the small closet and started to leave a wet trail of kisses along his jaw to his neck. “I was thinking of you all morning,” she huskily said by his ear.
He arched his neck back, letting her have more of him to taste. “I missed you last night Mya,” he said as his hands went to her hips to pull her closer to him.
“Had to give you some kind of a break,” she cheekily said as her mouth went back to his.
His hand went into her hair at the back of her head, and gave it a tug, her head going back as he started to nibble onto her neck. Her hands were keeping busy as they unbuttoned his shirt, letting her warm hands glide up his firm stomach and chest. She felt his teeth sink into her neck a bit harder when she tweaked the one nipple, while the other hand snuck lower down his body to rub the flat of her palm against his straining erection.
Their hands were everywhere they could reach as their mouths collided again, their tongues dueling for dominance. She moaned low in her throat as she felt his hand slip in her low cut bra to kneed the flesh, to pinch the extended nipple between forefinger and thumb.
Her hands then deftly undid his pants as she licked her way down his body. There was no teasing in her touches this time. She gripped the base of his cock, then took the head into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the engorged flesh. His hands went into her hair again as he thrust his hips forward, his cock going deeper in her mouth.
As Hermione was going down on Blaise, their moans caught a certain someone’s attention as he was walking by. “Gods....Mya.....deeper,” he heard Blaise groan.
Draco looked around the hall to see no one else around. He leaned back against the wall and crossed his arms...waiting. He couldn’t help getting hard listening to the heavy breathing, the moaning that came from within the closet. He then heard Blaise groan out loud, a thud against the door, then the sound of clothes being adjusted. He moved a bit further down the hall and hid in the shadows. In short time he watched Blaise come out tucking his shirt in his pants, with a very satisfied smile on his face. He then waited to see who this Mya was.
“No way!” he muttered to himself as Hermione came out buttoning a few buttons of her shirt.
Hermione came out of the closet doing up her shirt when she heard someone down the hall. She grinned at the person as she brought a finger up to her lips to swipe a pearly drop of cum from the corner of her mouth. “What’s the matter Draco?” she asked seductively as she walked closer to him.
“You?!” he asked leaning against the wall heavily. “You’re Mya?”
“The one and only,” she smirked as she leaned towards him.
Before he realized what she was about, her mouth latched onto his, her tongue dipping into his surprised mouth, the taste of Blaise still on her lips. He resisted at first trying to push her away, but she had pushed her whole body against him, and his body was not cooperating with his head. His arms went around her waist pulling her closer. He slid his one arm up the middle of her back, while the other went to her lower back, holding her close. He couldn’t help the betraying moan that escaped him when she pushed her hips forward, rubbing against his erection.
Hermione had to smile to herself when she heard the moan, felt his erection against her lower stomach. ‘Merlin..he feels good,’ she thought to herself as she reluctantly pulled herself away. She noticed the vulnerable look in his eyes right before he quickly put his cold mask back on. “He tastes good, doesn’t he?” she smirked, licking her lips.
“Fuck you Granger!” he said wiping his mouth with his sleeve.
“I’m waiting for you Malfoy,” she said, her voice low as her hand went to his erection. “You can’t deny you don’t want that too.”
He slapped her hand away, but not before he instinctively pushed into her hand. “You’ve got Blaise...you really want to screw that up?” he sneered.
“Would it matter to you?” she asked shrugging her one shoulder. She could see the conflict he was having with himself. “Meet me tomorrow night at the quidditch pitch at 8:30 and let me know your decision,” she said, then turned her back to go to her first afternoon class, leaving Draco to rush to his rooms to take care of a little problem before he went to his classes.
All during Draco’s classes that afternoon, his thoughts were on Blaise and Hermione. He couldn’t deny to himself that he wanted her...badly. His dreams were getting more and more vivid since the first kiss in the Great Hall...which his dorm mates have not let him forget. A Malfoy kissing a Gryffindor...in public....unheard of in all Slytherin history.
He watched her in the last class of the day....Care of Magical Creatures. The way she kids around with her friends, the way she laughs. When she had jumped on Harry’s back when they were going back to the castle, he wished she was behind him, her legs wrapped around his waist, her warm breath fanning against his neck.
Blaise had also been watching Hermione, and had to smile seeing her carefree nature with her friends. He also couldn’t help but grin at Draco and his obvious interest in the Head Girl. He thought back to earlier today when he came across the two of them shortly after he left Hermione. Draco’s got it bad...and he doesn’t even realize it. He felt kind of sorry for him. He knew once Hermione wanted something, she shows no mercy until she gets it.... or them. He put his one arm over Draco’s shoulder to get his attention. “Hey Drake, does a certain lion got your tail?” he smirked.
Draco’s head shot up out of his musings. “What? What the Merlin are you talking about Blaise?” he asked.
“Hermione. You’ve been looking at her all afternoon,” Blaise said taking his arm off Draco as they went up to the castle.
“Just watching the trio making fools of themselves,” Draco replied.
“Uh...uh,” Blaise murmured, in no way convinced of the lie. “Well, I’m off to the library to work on the transfiguration essay that’s due in a few days. You coming?” he asked.
“Yeah, sure,” Draco said shrugging his shoulders.
By the time the two Slytherin’s retrieved their books, then trudged up to the library, Hermione and Harry were already there. They sat across from them and opened their books. “What are you two working on?” Blaise asked.
“Defense...due tomorrow,” Harry smirked.
“Ancient Runes...due next week,” Hermione answered grinning as she saw Harry roll his eyes at her. “And you guys?”
“Transfiguration,” Blaise said. “Are you done it already?”
“Yep. Finished it a couple of days ago,” she smirked.
“Figures,” Draco muttered.
“What was that Malfoy?” Hermione asked leaning towards him.
Draco looked up from his books, first noticing the way her shirt gaped open enough to see black silk, then up to her face. “Nothing Granger. I didn’t say anything,” he muttered.
Hermione nudged Harry’s arm and motioned to the next table. Harry looked up, as well as Blaise and Draco to see Seamus and Dean from Gryffindor come in, dropping their books on the table. Seamus went to sit down when he then fell flat on his ass, because the chair wasn’t where he placed it. He gripped the chair again to move it back to the table and slowly lowered his body, then stilled as the chair legs scraped against the floor as it moved back. He kept moving back...but so did the chair. Finally he gave up and sat in a different chair, although doing so cautiously.
Hermione was trying not to laugh out loud, but then saw Harry with his head on his arms, his shoulders shaking as muffled laughter could be heard from him.
“Yours?” Blaise grinned. Hermione nodded her head. “How many chairs did you put the spell on?”
“Five,” she replied.
“Hey ‘Mione, is this the book that I need?” Ron asked coming towards the table.
“Looks like it,” she replied to her purple headed friend.
“Nice hair Weasel,” Draco sneered.
Ron just shrugged the comment off, and went to sit down, holding onto the chair tight as he sat. “It’s starting to grow on me. I may even keep it this way,” he said cheekily.
“Was there a problem with your chair Ron?” Blaise asked innocently.
“Seems there are a few chairs that don’t want to be sat on,” Ron replied glaring at Hermione.
“It was so funny,” Harry laughed, “alls you saw were his legs going up in the air and his purple hair. Colin should have been here to get a picture.”
“Wanker,” Ron said looking at Harry, but also couldn’t stop the smile that was slowly coming to his lips.
“Did you talk to Snape yet?” Blaise asked Hermione.
“No. I was going to talk to him tomorrow after class,” she replied.
“Going for another kiss Granger?” Draco sneered.
“Hmmm...there’s a thought,” she sighed. “It was a rather nice kiss. What do you think Malfoy? Should I go for it?” she grinned.
“Whatever Granger,” Draco muttered then packed away his books. “I’m going to head down where I can actually work where it’s quiet.” He stalked out of the library muttering about loud Gryffindors, much to the amusement of said Gryffindors.
“Sounds like an idea,” Hermione said then looked to Blaise. “Did you need a hand with that transfiguration essay Blaise?”
“Sure,” Blaise replied grinning as he put his books in his bag. “You’re room or mine?” he asked wiggling his one brow suggestively.
Hermione rolled her eyes. “You are so corny sometimes Blaise,” she laughed. “Come on then,” she added linking her arm through his as they left the library.
Harry and Ron watched them go. “Bet you Blaise is still not done his essay tomorrow,” Harry grinned.
“I’ll take that bet. I’ll bet if he is finished...you turn your hair purple,” Ron smirked.
“You’ll lose Ron, but okay,” Harry laughed then reached over to shake Ron’s hand. “If I win....you kiss Malfoy...on the lips,” he added grinning at Ron’s disgusted expression.
Hermione was the first to enter her rooms, followed closely by Blaise. He wrapped his arms around her waist and started to kiss his way up and down her neck. She leaned into the touch for a few moments then pulled away. “First we finish your essay...then you can have your way with me,” she grinned.
“Aw, come on Mya,” Blaise pleaded, then reached for her hand to place it over his erection.
“Let’s see. You need to do three feet on animal transfiguration,” Hermione stated rubbing her palm over his length. “I’ll tell you what...after each foot, you get a reward.”
“What kind of reward?” he asked as a soft moan escaped his lips.
“You’ll have to wait and see,” she grinned. “How much have you got done already?”
“About a foot,” he shrugged, then grinned in anticipation. “So, that would mean a reward then?” he asked hopefully.
“I suppose it does,” she replied, then led him to her couch. “First, I need to see proof that you’ve done the work.”
“Don’t you trust me?” he asked innocently, sitting back on the couch.
“Hello....Slytherin...need I say more,” she smirked.
He pulled out his books, quill, and his rolled parchment. “See, I was not lying...about a foot done,” he said with a grin.
Hermione glanced to the parchment, then turned to Blaise, a wicked grin on her face. She knelt on the floor between his legs and leaned up to kiss his mouth, while her hands slowly unbuttoned his shirt. Her fingernail grazed his nipple, eliciting a low moan from him. Hermione delved her tongue into his mouth while her fingers pinched both of his nipples. She pulled back to leave a trail of wet kisses along his jaw and down his neck, sucking on the skin at the collarbone. He bucked his hips up against her belly as her lips moved lower on his chest, then finally to flick her tongue around his nipple, making sure the stud grazed the nub.
He groaned out loud in frustration when she pulled back, then sat in the corner of the couch. “You expect me to concentrate after that?” he asked a little breathlessly, shifting in his seat.
“Yes. Remember, another foot...another reward,” she smiled, picking up her book, “and they get better.”
Blaise just shook his head then opened his books. The sound of his quill scratching insistently on parchment filled the room as he tried to forget that Hermione was sitting there beside him..but oh so far away from his reach.
Hermione kept glancing over to Blaise and smiled when she saw that he had about a half a foot more done. “I’ll be right back,” she said getting up to walk behind the couch, leaning over to kiss the side of his neck. She took her time changing into something a bit more comfortable, then slipped on her silk robe over that. She conjured two tall glasses of coke, complete with ice and made her way back to Blaise.
Blaise glanced up when Hermione entered the room, and dropped his quill in surprise. She leaned over to put his coke on the table where he was able to get a good glimpse of black mesh in between the folds of the robe. He kept his gaze on her as she sat in the chair across from him, crossing her legs as she picked up her book. The robe slid to the side of her legs where he willed it to spread further...but no such luck for his eager gaze.
Hermione kept her gaze on Blaise as his eyes practically devoured her. She grinned as she crossed her legs. “How are you doing?” she asked.
“Almost done the second foot,” he smiled licking his lips as he looked down at the bare skin of her one thigh.
“Well, I suggest you get on with it then,” she said motioning to his books.
A short while later, he put his quill down and got up to cross the room. “Time for my reward,” he said huskily as he slowly untied the belt to her robe as if it was a treasured present.
“I’m supposed to do something for you, not you to me,” she smirked.
“I want to see what you have for me here,” he replied opening her robe. He gave a low moan when he saw her wearing a mesh teddy, the thin shoulder straps showing the creamy skin of her shoulders. He leaned forward to capture her smiling lips in a heated kiss as he spread her legs and pulled her hips closer to the edge of the chair.
She moaned when his erection rubbed against her heat, and hooked her bare feet behind his thighs as they moved together. She arched her neck back as he suckled onto the skin, his hands running up her sides to stop at her breasts. His mouth moved down the deep vee of the neckline, licking along the edge of the mesh.
“That feels good,” she said breathlessly as he tweaked one of her nipples that poked out of the mesh.
“It can feel better Mya,” he replied grinding his erection against her, taking a nipple into his mouth.
“I know....but not yet,” she smiled warmly, then cupped the side of his face to bring it up to slowly brush her tongue along his lips. “I promise, one more foot and you can fuck me until I can’t sit anymore.”
He pulled away, kneeling back on his heels. “You’re killing me Mya,” he groaned.
She reached for his hand then placed it between her legs. “You’re not alone Blaise,” she said, then shifted forwards more as his fingers slipped in the sides of the mesh bodysuit, his fingers slipping easily inside of her wet folds.
She rocked against his hand, then looked down in surprise when she heard a soft ripping sound. She couldn’t hold back a whimper as his mouth moved to her clit, his tongue dancing against the swollen nub. While his tongue was busy around her clit, he tore more of the mesh, baring her completely for his eager tongue.
He loved the taste of her, and proved it as he began to lick the velvety folds, sucking gently on her clit , making her cry out for more. He was just about to pull away when she grasped a handful of his hair to bring him closer while she thrust her hips up meeting the stroking of his tongue. He began to circle her clit as he slipped two fingers inside of her, thrusting at the same rhythm as his tongue was working on her clit. It wasn’t soon after that her legs tightened at his sides, and her inner walls clenched around his fingers. He slowed down his tongue as she shuddered through her orgasm, letting the waves of pleasure wash over her body.
She pulled him up from between her legs and leaned up to kiss his smirking mouth. “You better hurry and finish Blaise...I want you inside of me,” she said huskily, licking some of her juices of his lips.
“Almost finished,” he replied giving her a brief kiss, then moved back to the couch. “I know what I need to write, just have to put it down on parchment.”
“Your reward was for me to go down on you...not that I’m complaining..but I wanted to taste you again,” she grinned, slipping the robe from her shoulders.
“So how was Draco’s second kiss by the way?” he asked not looking up at the tempting sight of her waiting for him, as he worked on his assignment.
“You saw that did you?”
“Yeah, looked like he was enjoying it,” he smirked.
“He did,” she grinned, “he also had a taste of you too. No complaints.”
“So when do you think you’ll get him to your bed?”
“Within a week,” she said confidently. “If he shows up for our meeting tomorrow night...I’ve got him.”
“And he knows about us then?”
“Yes, he saw you leave the closet...followed by me,” she smirked remembering the gobsmacked expression on his face.
Hermione got up to sit by Blaise to read over his one shoulder, her hand rubbing his back while he wrote the last foot. She leaned into his side, reaching up to trail light kisses up and down the side of his neck. She had to smile a little as she glanced down at his parchment, to see his usually neat penmanship looking hurried and crooked. She waited patiently until she saw him write his name and date at the bottom of the scroll. As he was recapping his ink bottle, she got her wand and did a quick spell to rid him of his clothes.
“A little impatient love?” he smirked looking at her.
“Yes,” she replied as she straddled his thighs and slowly impaled herself on his erection.
He gripped her hips until he was completely sheathed inside her tight heat. Their soft moans filled the room as she rocked against him, keeping a slow steady rhythm. He glided his hands up her sides to cup the mesh covered breasts, brushing his thumb teasingly over the nipples. He gave a quick stroke to them with his tongue then worked his way up to her neck, then to her always waiting lips. As their lips glided against each other, their tongues meeting to heighten their arousal, he brought his hands to the mesh at each breast and tugged.
She heard the tear and pulled away from his addictive kisses to look down where her breasts were now completely bared, the mesh gaping open even more from the tear. “Hope you don’t mind Mya,” he grinned as he gripped her hips and thrust up.
She closed her eyes tight as he thrust up hard and fast, hanging onto his shoulders. “No...oh gods...meant to....feels so good....be worn....so close.....just once,” she panted incoherently, then moaned as his lips latched onto a nipple to suck the pebbled nub into his mouth.
She leaned into him as he continued his assault on her one nipple, then went to the other one. She felt his fingers dig into her hips as she rode him. “Mya...I’m gonna....” He groaned right before he pushed her hips down hard to grind her hips onto him, his head going back on the couch cushions as he erupted inside of her. She soon followed, the friction against her clit sending her over the edge in a shuddering climax.
Once they both spiraled back down to earth, she kissed the side of his neck, feeling the pulse against her lips, then looked down into his eyes. “Can you stay?” she asked.
He reached up to give her a quick kiss and shifted his butt to the edge of the couch. “Yes,” he replied wrapping his arms around her bottom, then stood up with her in his arms.
She wrapped her legs around his waist, and her arms around his neck as he walked to her bedroom. She hugged him close and began to nibble on his ear, then gave a low moan when his arms tightened around her bottom, his semi-hard erection going deeper inside of her.
Once inside her bedroom, he laid her on her back, him following close as he started to thrust into her again. This time around they took their time, their bodies close, their hands reaching where they could as their kisses started out slow and sweet, but soon escalated to fierce and hungry as their lovemaking became more frenzied.
After they both cried out each other’s names as they came, their breathing erratic, he lay on his side, pulling her to him. She snuggled her back against his chest and moved her leg a bit to accommodate his as it slid between hers. He had pulled the covers over them both, then kissed her shoulder. “Love you Mya,” he said quietly.
She put her arm over his and gathered it closer to her. She linked her fingers through his, then brought them up to her lips. “Love you too Blaise,” she replied huskily, pressing her lips to his knuckles.
They both fell asleep with smiles on their faces. It was the first time they spoke of their feelings to each other.