Winner Takes All

SATURDAY NIGHT


\"You look tense,\" Blaise told Hermione, his indigo eyes moving over her curvaceous body and focusing on her pretty face as she looked at him and smiled brilliantly. He had been watching her read for nearly an hour, trying to think of some way to begin his seduction, finally deciding on something subtle. A massage. He knew he was quite good at them, had given her one before during an extremely stressful week of studying before the holidays, though he had kept it friendly and not attempted to turn it into anything sexy. Tonight, however, he had plans to demonstrate just how good he was with his hands in hopes she’d start looking at him as something more than another platonic friend.


\"Really?\" Hermione asked with what she hoped was a flirty tone. She had no experience at this stuff, teasing boys and playing romantic games, but she had given a lot of thought to her plan and was determined that she was going to win. She had read enough Muggle romance novels, the romantic books being one of her few secret weaknesses, so she had a good idea what was required to do a proper seduction. Thankfully, she had the knowledge that both boys were interested in her, which gave her the courage to act totally out of character and become somewhat brazen and flirty for this plan to work.


It appeared that Blaise was preparing to begin his seduction of her if the look in his eyes was anything to go by. In a way, she had hoped he would at least wait until the following day to give her more time to prepare her own plans, but she was ready. She guessed that meant it was time to start playing with him. Merlin, he looked gorgeous. His hair was disheveled and sexy, his eyes most decidedly desire filled as he looked at her and she had to wonder if she was blind for not noticing before f hef he had been guarded until making that silly bet with Draco. Either way, she could now clearly see his lust for her.


\"If you’d like, I can give you a massage,\" he offered casually, trying to act as though it was merely a friendly offer.


\"Oh Blaise, would you?\" she smiled gratefully, cringing slightly as she heard the breathless tone in her voice. She watched him smile as he stood and moved to sit beside her on the sofa, settling his large e one on the couch and moving his hand to the back of her neck. She gasped at the warm touch, her eyes flying to his face, seeing his eyes watching her with the same intensity he gave to everything he loved. She gave him a friendly smile, hoping he couldn’t see the yearning in her eyes as she changed position so he could reach her neck.


Blaise shifted on the sofa, spreading his legs as he said huskily, \"Why don’t you sit in front of me?\"


Hermione could feel her heart beat racing as she decided there was no way to refuse his logical suggestion. She moved to sit between his legs, her eyes closing as his legs moved against hers, her arse snug against his pelvis. Merlin, she could feel his erection against her butt, her head falling forward as his hands moved to her shoulders, his large fingers beginning to move in a kneading manner. She began to moan softly, the sound not only part of her seduction of him. He had such talented fingers.


Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea, he realized belatedly. He was tense and his cock felt as if it might very well explode inside his trousers. She was moaning softly, his mind imagining her making that sound as he was thrusting into her, which did not help the condition of his cock. She smelled so good. Cinnamon and oranges and jasmine plus a unique scent that was entirely her own. He froze when she moved closer to him, her arse rubbing against his erection.


He bit his lip at the sensation spreading over his body from her unknowingly applying pressure against his hard shaft. Her soft hair movimoving against his hands as she rolled her head, continuing to moan, sounding as if she was in the throes of ecstasy instead of merely being massaged. Blaise felt himself lowering his head, his breath against her shoulder, wanting to kiss her neck, wanting to move his hands lower to caress her full breasts, wanting to unzip his pants and rip her knickers off ande hee her right there on the fucking sofa and give her a real reason to moan so wantonly.


Her nipples were hard, her breasts aching, wetness dripping between her thighs. She honestly thought she might come just from feeling his hands on her neck and shoulders and his erection pressing against her butt. Judging from the feel of the bulge she was rubbing against, he was very well endowed. Trying to remember that she had a plan, a plan that did not include breaking down the first night and begging him to take her, she moved her hands to rest on his legs, feeling his breath against her neck and wondering if he was going to kiss her, not sure if she could keep with the plan if he did that, knowing she wasn’t prepared for the kissing yet. That would be Friday, the day before she planned to win. She leaned forward slightly, moving so he was no longer able to have easy access to her neck, relieved that she had a plan and was stubborn enough to follow it, no matter how difficult.


Hermione deliberately moved her butt closer to him, finding it very arousihat hat she was the reason for his erection, that she was the reason he had made his foolish wager with Draco, that he cared for her and thought he might be able to love her. Gods, she wanted him, not just physically. She wanted his heart, his adoration, his love. She again thanked her rare case of absentmindedness that had caused her to be in her room during his taith ith Draco, knowing that there was a good chance she never would have figured out that the two handsome wizards she had imagined unattainable actually fancied her.


Blaise was positive that this had been a very bad idea. She smelled so good, felt so good, sounded so good. He was going to embarrass himself if he didn’t stop this, having no idea how his plan at seducing her had gotten so out of hand. She seemed entirely unaffected, enjoying his massage and not finding the situation at all arousing. He, on the other hand, was hard as a rock and he knew his boxers must be wet from his leaking cock and he was beginning to think the bet wasn’t worth losing his sanity. Why had he let Draco talk him into this? How could he seduce her when everything about her aroused and distracted him? He couldn’t back out now, though, knowing that Draco would be obstinate and refuse to stop the bed until one of them won. Blaise just hoped he survived that long!


He was beginning to move against her rear. She could feel his unconscious movement as his hands moved over her neck, shoulders, and back. A wicked part of her wondered if she could make him come like this, just from moaning softly and moving against him. She felt guilty suddenly, knowing that Blaise really cared about her and had not been eager to participate in the bet. It seemed rather mean to excite him like this knowing that he wanted her and had mentioned aure ure with her.


Reminding herself that they were the ones that started the game by making their bet, she tried focus on the plan. She’d get what she wanted then and so would he. Just a week. She could play with them for a week without feeling guilty, surely? They had planned to seduce her, her mind all too easily imagining the variety of scenarios they would try, and she would have been an unwitting pawn in their game of ‘who gets to keep Hermione’. It was actually fortunate for them that she had overheard their discussion and changed the game to ‘making Draco and Blaise beg’.


Hermione stood up, giving him a grateful smile, licking her lips when she saw that his eyes were almost black and full of desire and need. She brushed her lips against his cheek, whispering in his ear, \"Thank you, Blaise. I feel all relaxed now.\"


Straightening back up, she picked up her book and covered a yawn, \"Gosh, now I’m sleepy. You’re very good with your hands, Blaise. I may have to arrange a weekly massage from you. Good night. Sweet dreams.\"


\"Good night, Hermione,\" Blaise managed to say without groaning at the idea of making this a weekly ritual, her all smiling and relaxed and him tense and hard. He watched her walk into her room, his eyes moving over her form as he counted to ten, once the door was shut, he was on his feet and his hand was unzipping his trousers. He freed himself as he stumbled into his room. Falling onto his bed, he kicked at his pants, his hand stroking his cock.


His eyes were glazed with passion as his hand moved swiftly over his erection. He could still smell her, feel her, his left hand clutching the cover as he arched into his hand. He was sweating, his curly black hair falling across his forehead as he moved his hand quickly. With a grunt, he came, his pelvis arching off the bed, his seed spilling onto his hand and stomach. Bloody hell, that had been nearly as intense as his orgasm that afternoon while shagging Draco. Taking several gasping breaths, Blaise laid against his bed, his eyes a dark violet as he ran his clean hand through his hair as he slowly began to relax. His eyes began to drift close, his long lashes fluttering as he slowly fell asleep, a sexy smile on his full lips.


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A/N: Thank you so much to everyone that reviewed parts 1-4! *hugs you all* Here is part 5. Hope you enjoy! *off to work on part 6...*