Her Head Boy

Her Head Boy

Hermione had been dreaming of her dark Slytherin for the third night in a row. He was her Head Boy, and they spent a lot of time together. Her dreams were often with her Head Boy dragging her into an empty classroom and ordering her to give him pleasure. She was a feminist up to a point, and that point was her sexual fantasies. She was bossy and domineering, but she felt that in the act of pleasure she’d rather be the one dominated. Somehow, the paradox turned her on. And who better than her Slytherin Head Boy, in some ways she was glad it wasn’t the blonde prat that had run off with HIM after Dumbledore’s murder. She thought a little bit on that, and she just could not accept Snape as a murderer.

As soon as the thought of Snape entered her head her mind wondered treacherously over to her Head Boy. She watched, as Harry and Ginny lie curled up on the sofa. Ginny was reading out loud to Harry, and to Hermione’s surprise Ginny was reading Pride and Prejudice to Harry. Maybe Harry might learn something from that book. It certainly taught her a lot about people.

Hermione then looked at Ron Weasley and Dean Thomas playing chess in the corner of the Common Room. She was bored. And, what was more, she had her rounds tonight, and she wasn’t looking forward to it. It wasn’t that he was rude to her, but the fact that he actually SPOKE to her nicely. She smirked at the thought that her Head Boy was actually polite, well mannered, and as graceful as a panther in the jungle.

She got on well with him despite there not being much interaction between the two of them during the past six years of their acquaintance. She slammed her book shut and put it in her bag and walked up to her dormitory. She then walked out of her room wrapping an extra robe around her, as the corridors of Hogwarts were cold at night, especially with the November chill getting in through the cracks in the windows and doors.

She walked past Ron and patted him on the head.

“Bye,” she said.

“Hmm, oh yeah, have a nice time,” Ron said distractedly as his attention was full on the chessboard. Hermione sighed. She might as well transfigure herself into a chessboard. She had decided that they would be better of as close friends. And that’s how they were happiest.

“Bye,” Ginny said. “Be careful.”

Ginny was the only one that actually suspected Hermione’s feelings. Hermione blushed but did not look at Harry, as his green eyes would only peer at her if she looked at him. Ginny did not seem like she was going to elaborate. Thankfully!

~*~*~

Blaise Zabini was preening himself in front of the mirror. Since Draco left he was the Slytherin sex god, but there was only one person that he wanted more than anything. Hermione Granger was a wonderful girl. A small part of him wondered why he hadn’t approached her before now. He could only see the shocked look on Parkinson’s face when he told her she guessed the wrong Gryffindor.

She proved to be intelligent, loyal and surprisingly non-prejudiced. She was not going to let the fact that they were from Slytherin and Gryffindor get in the way of the fact that she was happy with his companionship. She had good taste, he thought smugly. She knows a good thing when she sees it. It must be the fact that she hung around with that Weasel.

He frowned at the thought of Ron as he adjusted his black robe. He stood tall in the mirror and smiled. The poor witch doesn’t stand a chance. He planned on seducing her body tonight; he had seduced her mind enough during their rounds and at the parties that only members of the Slug Club could go uninvited. Hermione was also a brilliant Potions Partner. He rounded his shoulders and sighed. He had to do his rounds, but at least he was with her.

He walked out of his dorms and spotted Crabbe and Goyle standing sullenly in the corner kicking at the corner of the fireplace. Blaise actually felt kind of sorry for them. Draco was not much of a friend but he was the only friend they had. Blaise was not the type to have goons; he could fight for himself, easily. He looked over at Pansy Parkinson. Her face beamed at him.

He rolled his eyes. Pansy just did not understand it. He was not about to go out with her because Draco was not here. There were rules amongst male Slytherins; no man was to touch another man’s girl. Pansy was Draco’s girl. Therefore she was off limits. Pansy was a difficult girl to convince of that rule.

He smiled at a fifth year Slytherin who happened to be his cousin; she fluttered her lashes back at him. Being cousins never stopped Slytherins either. But he was not into cousincest. Not that it was wrong, after all that muggle Queen was married to her muggle first cousin, so even muggles understood the necessity to keep certain lines pure. But it just was not his style.

He adjusted his cloak and walked out of the common room and walked towards the Great Hall where he knew she’d be waiting to outline the perimeters of the rounds. Hermione was a very fair Head Girl. She gave herself the Astronomy Tower, what was left of it, and went around that half of the castle. He always got the safe half, Blaise sneered. She must think I am a coward. Well, he’d show her.

He reached the Great Hall and saw her sitting on a table looking sexy in a forest green ribbed jumper that fitted snugly onto her body shaping her breasts beautifully. He licked his lips at the thought of holding those in his hands. He peered down and noticed her figure hugging black jeans and her well kept trainers.

She looked glorious in the glowing candlelight of the Great Hall. The fire illuminated the gold of her hair, and reflected off her eyes. He gulped as he stepped nearer to her. He wished he were his father’s age. He knew it was wrong to think of his father, but he couldn’t help it. His father was his teacher. His father was Snape. He wouldn’t tell her that though, as he could guess he might not be her favourite person.

He sat down beside her, and took a minute to let her perfume waft over to him before she spoke:

“I think that we’ll do what we normally do,” she said.

“Is there any point in meeting?” he asked.

Hermione looked at Blaise and shook her head. “Well, you never know, one day I might change my mind.”

Or one day I might be naked and you’ll miss it, she thought mischievously.

“I want to change the route,” he said. “Men are entitled to change their minds too you know.”

Hermione faltered. She took the darker side of Hogwarts to prove something to him. He seemed to be the only man in this castle that actually understood that she was not a helpless child.

“Okay,” she said in a small voice. “But that side of the Castle is...”

“Dangerous, I know!” Blaise smiled showing two rows of perfect white teeth that was only more startlingly white because of his dark skin colouring. It was one of the more shallow reasons that she was attracted to him.

Hermione was about to jump off the table and begin her rounds but Blaise was already standing on the floor and offered his hand to her. She accepted it rather shyly and her stomach jolted at the feel of his smooth hand holding hers.

“But...”

“No buts, Hermione, I can look after myself you know.”

Hermione smirked at him and she was suddenly aware of how tall and graceful he was. The only other person that had this grace and presence was Snape. She looked down shyly.

Blaise was thankful that her hair was free. He hated seeing it all up and tamed. He much preferred it flowing down her back like a lions mane. He knew lionesses didn’t have manes but this one did. And it was lovely. He wanted to bury his hands in each and every carefree coil.

She walked with a slight bounce in her step, which he had always found fascinating. He followed behind regretting that the robe hid his view of the girls butt, and he could guess it was a cute butt. He wanted to push the two cheeks together and squeeze them. He sighed.

Hermione went around the safe route on her own. She wished he offered to do the whole castle with her; she was on the verge of asking him but decided against it. He was so gorgeous, Hermione mused over the population of Slytherin males. She liked them! They were her dark secret, and she was going to keep it thank you very much.

She had a small crush on Snape in her fifth year, fantasized a little about Draco in her fourth year and quite often had some dark and disturbing dreams of Lucius Malfoy capturing her and having his wicked way with her, but she knew that if that happened it would be the last thing she’d be aroused by... yeah, Granger, tell yourself that more often and you might believe it. If Lucius Malfoy did come to kidnap you with intentions of using you for your body you might be more aroused than you think.

Hermione shook her head. It wasn’t fair! Why, oh why couldn’t Gryffindor provide her with one dark, handsome hunk? Was that too much to ask? It would make this so much easier. About as dark as Gryffindor got was Sirius Black but he was a prat, not that she would say so in front of Harry, but he was a prat.

Hermione was just finishing up her rounds when she felt herself being dragged into a niche by her waist. She turned around and she was staring into the black eyes of Blaise Zabini.

“Don’t do...”

Before she could finish her sentence, however, Blaise had leant down and placed his lips on hers. He kissed her chastely and swiftly, as he didn’t want to scare her.

“Hello,” he said, flashing her a most wonderful smile.

“Hi,” she replied, her protest died on her lips. She looked up at him coyly from beneath her lashes.

“Listen, Hermione, we get on right?”

Hermione nodded. “I think you’re all right.”

“Good,” Blaise breathed. “Hermione, shall we find a secluded classroom?”

“I got a better idea,” Hermione giggled.

“Really?” he asked.

She nodded. She took his hand and looked around to see if anyone was watching. Mrs Norris was in an even fouler temper now that Snape had gone than she was previously. Filch had got worse to. He liked Snape, and he was as surprised as anybody else at the murder of Dumbledore. Since then Filch had begun treating the Slytherins with the same amount of malice that he treated everyone else.

Hermione and Blaise walked through half of Hogwarts it seemed, to get to where she was taking him. Blaise stood behind her, Hermione could feel the heat radiating from his body and it was enough to make her think fast. This is what she had been dreaming about for two nights now, and she wanted it badly.

She paced the wall and thought really hard about the use for tonight. Blaise looked at her with puzzlement.

“What are you...?”

She shushed him as she continued thinking about what she wanted to do in there. The door appeared and Hermione opened it up to reveal a big double bed, a comfortable sofa, and on the bed was an ice bucket with wine in it with two glasses placed on the small bedside table. Blaise raised a singular eyebrow. She was strongly reminded of Snape.

“I think it has everything we need,” Hermione said.

“Hmm,” Blaise said, letting his eyes rove down her body. He had everything he needed in the niche, why she dragged him here was beyond him.

“You know, Blaise,” she said rather shyly, “I’ve been thinking about this for a little while now. And for the past few nights I even dreamt about it.”

He smirked at her, so she had been dreaming about him? Well, well. He briefly wondered if his life was worth this. He knew that the men of Gryffindor could get very protective over their women, but he also knew that the women of Gryffindor were very protective of their men. One look in those honey coloured eyes blazing with lust answered that question for him. She was worth every beating up he would get from those idiots.

“Me too,” he said. He stalked up to her with his panther like stride and she bumped into the wall.

“Let’s take our cloaks of then shall we?” she asked.

“Yes,” he smiled. He unclasped her cloak and she unclasped his. They both fell to the floor in one liquid movement. She was breathing heavily; he watched her breasts rise and fall with hooded eyes. He gazed into her eyes; they looked like the Sahara desert. She was beautiful.

He grazed her cheek with the back of his fingers and then he cupped the cheek in his palm.

“Blaise?” she asked, “I want to know if this is going to be a one night stand or is there going to be more?”

“I have desired you too long for it to be a one night stand, Hermione, believe it or not I tried to get Professor Snape to partner me with you in Potions but he wouldn’t have it.”

Hermione smiled. Dimples showed on her cheeks. He lowered his head and kissed each dimple twice. He then licked her lips with the tip of his tongue causing them to tingle with anticipation.

She opened her mouth slightly, whereupon he slipped his tongue gently into her mouth. Hermione moaned with delight as she felt his tongue coil around hers and almost wrap it around her tongue. She kissed him back and wrapped her arms around his neck.

“Wow,” she breathed. “That was wonderful.”

“There’s more to come, Hermione, much more.”

A/N I swear that one day I will stop writing... so what do you think? I happen to love Blaise, and as far as I'm concerned is one of the reasons why I'm sticking to the HP stories.. I hope she expands on him in book 7.