The Family Jewels

Chapter 17
Two Princes

There seemed to be some sort of commotion happening outside the Great Hall before dinner. The students from the younger years were unsure if something interesting was going to happen, because the ones loitering were the power brokers in school. All the houses were represented, all Seventh Years, some looking rather disconcerted. Good looking, intelligent, confident, tall, rich; at least one of these adjectives could be applied to each of them there. There were two, though, who embodied all of them, Draco Malfoy and Blaise Zabini.

So, what was the fuss about? After Draco’s party, people from different houses were attempting to ask their new crushes if they would like to go to Madam Puddifoot’s for coffee, to the Three Broomsticks for butterbeer, or Honeydukes for ‘Sweets for the Sweet’ in Hogsmeade the following day. This process was not quick nor was it pretty to watch. There was stammering, sweating and shuffling going on. Draco and Blaise alone seemed immune, just leaning against a wall and observing the mating ritual with amusement. Finally, Blaise took pity on Ron and called him over.

“Weasley, I assume you would like to ask Pansy to go to Hogsmeade with you tomorrow?” Blaise asked.

“What’s it to you Zabini?” Ron turned bright red.

“Since your best friend is my girlfriend, I’m going to help you. Repeat after me. Pansy, love, would you be my date for Hogsmeade tomorrow? That’s it. Casual, flirty but not overbearing or presumptuous. And kiss her hand. Go now, before it’s too late.” Blaise gave him a subtle push toward Pansy.

Pansy was standing with Millicent Bulstrode and she almost let out an audible sigh of relief that Ron was finally headed her way. Ron walked up to her, took her hand, his lips caressing the back of it. He looked her right in the eyes and said, “Pansy, love, would you be my date for Hogsmeade tomorrow?”

“Oh Ronnie, I’d love to,” she breathed at him, taking his arm and going in to dinner.

“Ronnie?” Draco asked Blaise with raised eyebrows. Blaise snickered quietly, then said, “If they’re caught up in each other, they will both be leaving us alone.”

“Just remember Blaise, no good deed ever goes unpunished,” Draco said.

“I’m aware of that, but I always have a plan. Shall we go in to dinner?” Blaise thought most of the enjoyment of the situation had already been had.

At the Gryffindor table, Ron had a silly grin on his face as he sat down and filled his plate with an enormous amount of food. “I take it you have a date for Hogsmeade tomorrow?” Hermione asked with a smile, sending Blaise a meaningful glance. Blaise inclined his head in reply to her thank you.

“Yes, actually, I do. So what do girls like to do in Hogsmeade?” Ron asked a trifle uncertainly.

“Take her to Madam Puddifoot’s, listen to every word that comes out of her mouth like no one else exists on this earth, and don’t forget to hold her hand and kiss her,” Harry advised.

“Like I’d forget that,” Ron said, shaking his head.

“So what time are you meeting her?” Hermione wanted to know.

“Um, I forgot that part,” Ron frowned.

Harry and Hermione shared a look over that bit of information. Harry was not done with his advice for this evening, though, “I’ll help you write her a little note this evening. Pig can deliver it. Girls love getting notes in their dorms, all the other girls are immediately jealous. Pansy will adore that.”

“Thanks, mate,” Ron said with a grin.

Hermione ate as quickly as she could. She wanted to get all of her homework done in the next couple of hours so that her weekend could be relatively free for her new extracurricular activities. Giving the other Gryffindors quick goodbyes, Hermione got up from the table and hurried out.

Blaise and Draco watched her go, noting that she hadn’t even spared them a glance. Blaise turned to his friend, “Something you wish to share about this afternoon, Draco?”

“Not here. But I didn’t do anything stupid if that’s what you mean,” Draco answered.

“I’m glad to hear it. Maybe we should chase after our little lioness,” Blaise stood up from the bench and waited for Draco. The two strolled out of the Great Hall not caring that their progress was monitored by several of the students as well as some of the teachers at the Head Table.

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Hermione was in the library, writing the last two inches she needed for her Transfiguration essay. Draco and Blaise dropped heavily into the chairs opposite her at her favorite table. “Did you know Hermione would be here, Draco?” Blaise asked.

“No, she didn’t say a word. Just disappeared from dinner without a backwards glance. Anyone would think that she was angry for some reason,” Draco answered.

“Do you think we should ask her, or do you think she wants us to guess?” Blaise said, not looking at Hermione at all.

“Very funny, you two. I am not upset at all, I just wanted to get a good portion of my homework out of the way so that I could spend some time this weekend doing more enjoyable things,” Hermione sniffed at them.

“Are we going to be the more enjoyable things you’re going to do, cara?” Blaise asked in a low voice.

“That’s my current plan. Unless anyone has a better idea?” Hermione looked at them with wide eyes.

“No, that sounds good to me.” Draco shook his head slightly. “Blaise? Is that all right with you?”

“I have no objection,” Blaise said. “Do you think she plans on telling us when this plan will take place?”

Hermione leaned forward and whispered, “My bed. Twenty minutes.”

“As you wish, Hermione,” Draco said, getting up and waiting for Blaise as they left the library.

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Draco and Blaise entered the Head Common Room to find a large eagle owl glaring balefully at them from the window sill. Draco carefully took the letter from the owl, successfully avoiding both the beak and the talons. “Just one of the myriad reasons I detest hearing from my father.” He quickly scanned the letter, but did not seem terribly upset. “Make my excuses, will you Blaise? I need to talk to Uncle Sev.” And he was gone with a swirl of his cloak.

Blaise kicked off his shoes and stoked the fire before making himself comfortable on the green couch in the Common Room. He relaxed against the pillows, knowing that she would be coming soon. Hermione entered her Common Room to find it dark but for the flickering firelight. It was warm and very romantic. She spotted Blaise, looking relaxed and smiling a rather sexy smirk at her.

“Is Draco in his room?” she asked, putting her bag down and unclasping her robe.

“No, he got a letter from his father and went to talk to Snape about it,” Blaise answered.

“Was he all right?” Hermione queried, a little worriedly. After all this time, two letters in two days from his father couldn’t be a good thing.

“He seemed at right. I think he was pretty confident ‘Uncle Sev’ would be able to help him,” Blaise said. “I was told to make his excuses. I suppose that means I have you all to myself, bella.” Blaise stood up from the couch and gave her a long kiss.

“Let’s go upstairs,” Hermione whispered in Blaise’s ear. “Of course, bella,” he said, kissing her wrist lightly.

Blaise wasted little time once they were in her room. His mouth was everywhere; kissing her lips, caressing her neck, licking the shell of her ear. His hands were not idle, quickly stripping her clothes off and leaving them all over the floor. He picked her up and deposited her in the middle of the bed. She watched with heavy lidded eyes as he shed his clothes, his cock seeming to be watching her as it rose to touch his stomach.

When he was naked, he climbed onto the bed on his knees, moving closer to her. Blaise started at the top and began to work his way down. Firm kisses to her lips, soft sucks to her nipples, delicate licks to her pussy. He sucked her clit into his mouth for a minute, and her hips came off the bed in response. He braced his hands on either side of her, and sheathed his cock in her pussy in one masterful stroke, then he pulled out again and continued to lick her slick folds and fuck her slit with his tongue. Once again he slid his cock into her, hearing that gasp she always made when entered for the first time. He continued this way for an eternity in Hermione’s mind. When she was on the cusp of coming from his mouth, his cock would break the rhythm, but then he would pull out again. Hermione growled in frustration, trying to reach his cock so that she could put it inside her again. “Getting impatient, cara?” Blaise had the audacity to smile at her.

“Yes, damn you, make me come,” Hermione was almost beyond thought.

“Whatever the lady wants,” Blaise said.

He thrust his cock inside her deeply, and she immediately wrapped her legs around his waist to keep him there. But she was worried needlessly, as he settled into a steady rhythm, long firm strokes to her core. Soon he felt her tense, then her pussy clamped down on his cock and she cried out, “Blaise. I love you so much.”

Blaise braced himself up higher so he could see her face throughout her orgasm. “Did you come Hermione?” he asked, feeling how wet she had just become.

“No, I faked it,” she replied a trifle acerbically.

“I’ll just have to try harder next time, then,” Blaise smiled. His strokes began shorter and harder as he neared orgasm. He lowered his body to his elbows above her as he thrust a few more times, and then spilled his cum into her. He collapsed over her, holding her tightly, then moving them both onto their sides so that he wouldn’t crush her.

“Ti amo, Hermione. You’re not angry I teased you a bit, are you?” Blaise bit his lip as he waited for her answer.

“I should be angry, but actually the longer you made me wait, the higher you seemed to push me. I’m not sure I’ve ever come that hard.” Hermione smiled at him, and he was glad to see it was the special smile he had only ever seen after he had made her come like that.

“It’s still early; do you want to wait up for Draco?” Blaise asked in a rather sleepy voice.

“I noticed that you didn’t ward my door. Let’s lock the door to the common room, but leave the door to the bathroom unlocked. Draco will come in that was if he wants to join us. I could sleep for a bit,” Hermione yawned over the last part. Blaise pulled the duvet over the two of them, and settled her onto his chest, his hand softly stroking her hair.

“Buona notte, il mia amore,” Blaise whispered into her ear.

“Good night Blaise, I love you,” she murmured into his chest.

Buona notte, il mia amore – Good night, my love.
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A/N – Thank you to all the people who have read and reviewed my story. I did get one review that I can’t figure out, though. It is from Anon and all it says is h. Is this good or bad? More coming, I hope you aren’t disappointed.

Dreamweaver – Gives new meaning to family heirloom, doesn’t it?

Hanna Delacour – That would have to be some powerful magic to keep the jewels attached to the sheets during rough sex.