Leigh!fic | Bound (1/1) | Blaise Zabini/Hermione Granger
Title: Bound (1/1)
Author: Leigh, aka leigh_adams
Characters: Blaise Zabini/Hermione Granger
Rating: R
Word Count: 378
Summary: He wanted to hear her scream.
Author’s Notes: Written for this week's posting at hp_humpdrabbles and crossposted at
lastfanstanding.
"Mmmmm, look who's come off her ivory tower now?" The cool voice slid over her skin like ice. Hermione didn't trust that tone -- didn't trust the man eyeing her naked body the way a snake eyed a bird (fitting, given his House). To him, she was prey. Another women to succumb to his charm, to use and discard when he'd found his pleasure. "Hermione Granger, bound to the bed and aching for my touch."
She jerked her chin defiantly, refusing to simply simper and beg like he so clearly wanted. (In retrospect, perhaps allowing him to tie him to the bed wasn't her best idea). "Lust is a logical human emotion," she replied, her voice remarkably even. "I can hardly be faulted for it."
"Faulted? No. Congratulated, I think. You've proven excellent taste in men." He moved with an elegant grace, the flickering light casting shadows on his dark skin. Skin she'd run her tongue over times before, skin she would taste again before the night was over. "Once you got past that little hangup with Weasley, of course."
Blaise slid a knee onto the bed, and somehow, he made the act of crawling look elegant. Ducking his head down, he flicked a nipple with his tongue, repeating the act when it caused her to inadvertently gasp.
"For your, oh, information," she inhaled as his hand trailed teasingly down her stomach, "I was in love with him. An entirely different vehicle than lust."
His finger slipped between her thighs. "I wouldn't say that too loudly," he said, smirking against her skin. One finger teased the swollen bundle of nerves, exerting just enough pressure to make her hips jerk in response. "It doesn't paint you in the best light."
"Zabini?"
He replaced his finger with his thumb, freeing his other fingers to dip inside her waiting sex. "Yes, love?"
Hermione keened -- damn him. "Shut up and kiss me."
A low chuckle rumbled from his throat, and he shook his head. "Kiss? That's an awful tame term for our little arrangement here." Curling his fingers, he slid further down the bed, letting his lips trail across her lower belly.
Dark eyes flashed up at her as he settled between her thighs. "I think I'll hear you scream first."
Author: Leigh, aka leigh_adams
Characters: Blaise Zabini/Hermione Granger
Rating: R
Word Count: 378
Summary: He wanted to hear her scream.
Author’s Notes: Written for this week's posting at hp_humpdrabbles and crossposted at
lastfanstanding.
"Mmmmm, look who's come off her ivory tower now?" The cool voice slid over her skin like ice. Hermione didn't trust that tone -- didn't trust the man eyeing her naked body the way a snake eyed a bird (fitting, given his House). To him, she was prey. Another women to succumb to his charm, to use and discard when he'd found his pleasure. "Hermione Granger, bound to the bed and aching for my touch."
She jerked her chin defiantly, refusing to simply simper and beg like he so clearly wanted. (In retrospect, perhaps allowing him to tie him to the bed wasn't her best idea). "Lust is a logical human emotion," she replied, her voice remarkably even. "I can hardly be faulted for it."
"Faulted? No. Congratulated, I think. You've proven excellent taste in men." He moved with an elegant grace, the flickering light casting shadows on his dark skin. Skin she'd run her tongue over times before, skin she would taste again before the night was over. "Once you got past that little hangup with Weasley, of course."
Blaise slid a knee onto the bed, and somehow, he made the act of crawling look elegant. Ducking his head down, he flicked a nipple with his tongue, repeating the act when it caused her to inadvertently gasp.
"For your, oh, information," she inhaled as his hand trailed teasingly down her stomach, "I was in love with him. An entirely different vehicle than lust."
His finger slipped between her thighs. "I wouldn't say that too loudly," he said, smirking against her skin. One finger teased the swollen bundle of nerves, exerting just enough pressure to make her hips jerk in response. "It doesn't paint you in the best light."
"Zabini?"
He replaced his finger with his thumb, freeing his other fingers to dip inside her waiting sex. "Yes, love?"
Hermione keened -- damn him. "Shut up and kiss me."
A low chuckle rumbled from his throat, and he shook his head. "Kiss? That's an awful tame term for our little arrangement here." Curling his fingers, he slid further down the bed, letting his lips trail across her lower belly.
Dark eyes flashed up at her as he settled between her thighs. "I think I'll hear you scream first."