A Glimpse Hermione/Blaise
Title: A Glimpse
Author: idea_of_sarcasm
Pairing: Hermione/Blaise
Disclaimer: I own or control nothing in real life, I don’t write with caplocks enough to even pretend
Rating: PG-13
Author’s notes: I can’t write fic right now, but apparently I can drabble. For the quiet_ones weekly prompt.
It happened the first time in the library.
One brief glance at her bra strap while she adjusted her shirt, and his mind drifted to places normally left for wanking in the shower. Like exactly what that bra was supporting, the possible contrast of the material against the pale swell of her breasts, and the best way for him to remove it.
It wasn’t like it stopped there though.
Next came potions class, when she removed her sweater due to the heat of the fire, and her regular Hogwarts issue blouse momentarily slid up to reveal a single inch of skin above the waistband of her slacks. His eyes were drawn to that little piece of flesh - slightly rounded in a way that showed her body’s maturity, no longer the stick figure schoolgirl she once was. It was only a brief second, but it fascinated him enough that he stirred the potion fifteen times instead of the prescribed fourteen, picturing nipping at that smooth patch of skin.
It happened again casually watching her at the match instead of the Quidditch game itself, Hermione sitting a few rows above him - and obviously further to the side, surrounded by a gaggle of Gryffindors. Wearing a skirt in the warm weather, she was awfully good at sitting demurely - but after cheering enthusiastically once Harry caught the snitch she flopped down unceremoniously, and he caught a flash of the blue material of her knickers before she readjusted carefully.
He was lucky his fellow Slytherins were dense enough to buy his excuse of a meeting with Snape so he could enjoy the privacy of the empty dorms.
It was the worst in charms class, observing as Hermione bent down to retrieve her wand that she had dropped. The skirts of Hogwarts were too modest to see anything indecent, but in his mind she paused in her bent position, teasing him - because all his eyes could fixate on was her shapely arse. And all he wanted to think about was palming it with his hand, then sliding up her skirt to reveal what lay beneath; or, maybe slapping it gently, before leveraging it upwards so he could slide inside her.
Blaise had never seen more than a glimpse of bare skin, or a brief moment of her garments curving to her body - but it was enough to make him want her with an intensity the slags in his house couldn’t inspire.
Merlin knew what he would want to do to her if he ever saw more.
Author: idea_of_sarcasm
Pairing: Hermione/Blaise
Disclaimer: I own or control nothing in real life, I don’t write with caplocks enough to even pretend
Rating: PG-13
Author’s notes: I can’t write fic right now, but apparently I can drabble. For the quiet_ones weekly prompt.
It happened the first time in the library.
One brief glance at her bra strap while she adjusted her shirt, and his mind drifted to places normally left for wanking in the shower. Like exactly what that bra was supporting, the possible contrast of the material against the pale swell of her breasts, and the best way for him to remove it.
It wasn’t like it stopped there though.
Next came potions class, when she removed her sweater due to the heat of the fire, and her regular Hogwarts issue blouse momentarily slid up to reveal a single inch of skin above the waistband of her slacks. His eyes were drawn to that little piece of flesh - slightly rounded in a way that showed her body’s maturity, no longer the stick figure schoolgirl she once was. It was only a brief second, but it fascinated him enough that he stirred the potion fifteen times instead of the prescribed fourteen, picturing nipping at that smooth patch of skin.
It happened again casually watching her at the match instead of the Quidditch game itself, Hermione sitting a few rows above him - and obviously further to the side, surrounded by a gaggle of Gryffindors. Wearing a skirt in the warm weather, she was awfully good at sitting demurely - but after cheering enthusiastically once Harry caught the snitch she flopped down unceremoniously, and he caught a flash of the blue material of her knickers before she readjusted carefully.
He was lucky his fellow Slytherins were dense enough to buy his excuse of a meeting with Snape so he could enjoy the privacy of the empty dorms.
It was the worst in charms class, observing as Hermione bent down to retrieve her wand that she had dropped. The skirts of Hogwarts were too modest to see anything indecent, but in his mind she paused in her bent position, teasing him - because all his eyes could fixate on was her shapely arse. And all he wanted to think about was palming it with his hand, then sliding up her skirt to reveal what lay beneath; or, maybe slapping it gently, before leveraging it upwards so he could slide inside her.
Blaise had never seen more than a glimpse of bare skin, or a brief moment of her garments curving to her body - but it was enough to make him want her with an intensity the slags in his house couldn’t inspire.
Merlin knew what he would want to do to her if he ever saw more.