Cruel Intentions

Blaise

Blaise was groaning with every hard thrust he gave, pulling the raven hair of the witch he was currently fucking from behind. He reached around her body to play with her clit, knowing she would come undone from both penetration and stimulation. Her cries of pleasure spurned on his fast coming climax, but he held steady, ready to explode the second she contracted around him.

"Harder." she yelled, while gripping at the bed sheets I currently had her bent over.

"Beg for it, witch."

"Please, Blaise, harder!"

I grasped her hips, and rammed myself into her harder a couple times more, before I felt her clamp down on me and scream my name. My name on her lips was all I needed to tip me over the edge as well, and I came with a moan, holding her close to me while we came down from our euphoric crest.

"That was bloody amazing." She let herself fall on the bed to rest, scooting herself up to lie down on the pillows, where she laid on her side posing like a sexy super-model.

"That it was. Give me ten more minutes, and we'll give it another go." I sat down on the edge of the bed to get my breathing under control.

"Let's just call it a night, Blaise. I'm pretty tired, I don't think I have the energy to go another round tonight."

"Alright. I'm going to have a long day tomorrow as well." Pulling on a pair of green silk boxers, I laid down next to my wife watching her as she drifted off to sleep without a care in the world.

She was beautiful, and she was all mine. We had been married now for eight years, and I loved her for far longer than that. I always had a thing for Pansy since our Hogwarts days, but back then her and Draco were 'fuck buddies' and I didn't really fit into the equation then. Deep down I always held a slight resentment towards Draco for having her first, and now the resentment was slowly morphing it's way into annoyance at his cruel intentions he was planning with a married woman. And not just any woman, no, he has to try and seduce one of the saviors of the Wizarding world.

Only days ago, I noticed the pictures in the papers of Hermione and Weasley snogging on the cover, and it caused my heart to feel heavy with indecision. If anyone would try and seduce Pansy, I would rip their throats out, with my bare hands, and knowing Draco was going to try and do the same to someone good like Hermione was grating on my nerves. Not even a proper shag from my wife could make me stop thinking of Draco's vile intentions.

I felt like I needed to do something, but what? I could perhaps send Hermione an anonymous letter, or I could send one to Weasley, but what would I write in the letter? And what in the bloody hell would I do if Draco found out? No matter what he's done, or the history him and Pansy shared, I still loved him like a brother because we grew up together. I closed my eyes and contemplated on how I would stop him. Draco just needed to start acting his age and settle down again, it was getting beyond ridiculous.

Ronald

"Ron? Is everything okay? What are you doing here?" Harry asked after rushing into the kitchen to see who had entered.

Sitting down at his kitchen table, I avoided eye contact and blew out my breath slowly. "I'm alright. Me and Hermione had a fight, and I just needed to get away for a bit. You don't mind, do you?"

"No, of course not. You know your welcome here any time, you don't even need to ask that. Do you want to talk about it?" He asked me, while looking concerned.

"Nah, I think I'm gonna head upstairs to that empty bedroom, and call it a night."

"Have you had dinner yet? There's some leftovers that Kreacher made, Shepard's pie and-."

"I'm good, Harry, thanks anyways." I didn't wait around to discuss the questioning look Harry was giving me, I simply went upstairs to the bedroom that I knew was available.

I didn't bother turning on the lights or lighting a candle, I simply laid myself down on the bed and thought about what happened today.

I felt horrible for how I left home, and I knew that I might have been overreacting, but I couldn't help it. Draco Malfoy was my biggest rival in school, and now the slimy bastard was trying to steal my wife. How could I have went from having the best two weeks I could remember ever having, to storming out on Hermione, practically yelling at her? I really shouldn't have been surprised that this happened, because she was a good person with a good heart, and people like her know how to forgive.

When Marcus told me in passing that he saw Hermione out having lunch with Draco, I went ballistic, and literally felt steam coming out of my ears. Then I found the bouquet of flowers in her office, and I felt even worse, because I knew that I should have been the one sending her roses.

All of the anger I let blossom inside me that I directed at Hermione was merely the green-eyed monster set loose in all his fury. I was jealous of Draco. He had it all, wealth, good looks, great clothes, a harem of women that wanted him.

Me? What did I have? I come from a poor family of gingers, a dad that's a laughing stock because he is obsessed with Muggles, and a wife that doesn't understand any of this because I've never voiced it aloud. While I was sitting there waiting for her to come home, all I could visualize was Draco's hands all over her, kissing her, or him whispering that spell to make her come.

The images kept repeating in my head, over and over, in a loop like some twisted Muggle film. The more times it repeated, the angrier I got, and I was pretty angry by the time she got home seeing as it was pretty late. I tried to hold on to my sanity, but when she showed up, the images of her having an orgasm in my head made my anger reach a crescendo. The last time that I was that angry, was when I was wearing the horcrux all day, and I yelled at my best friends before deserting them. I felt ashamed of myself, but my anger towards Hermione was stronger at that moment.

Like a fool, I started thinking about her with Victor Krum, then I thought about her with Cormac McLaggen. My head ached from all of the worry, and stress the memories were causing, that had snowballed out of my control. I felt powerless and weak. I was glad to have a beautiful wife, but at the same time, it could be quite a curse.

Krum was a Triwizard Champion and International Quidditch star, and he chose Hermione out of all the girls in school. Cormac McLaggen was from a relatively influential wizarding family, and now, Draco Malfoy. He was a ferret, but he was highly sought after by witches for some reason. He could have anyone he wanted, and he was after Hermione, I just knew it. The real reason I was angry was because I just didn't see me as much competition against him. Anyone would pick him over me. Hidden under my war hero status, was the same little boy that always had very little self confidence.

I closed my eyes, and tried my hardest to rest my mind and body, and ignore the one silent tear that I was unable to hold back.