Past Sins
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
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Adult +
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4
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3,588
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9
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An Evening Dinner
Past Sins
Disclaimer: The characters and canon situations in the following story belong solely to JK Rowling. I am not making any money from the publishing or writing of this story.
Chapter 02 - An Evening Dinner
Blaise and his father, Marco Zabini showed up to Hermione’s little Ocean front cottage at 7pm sharp. Hermione opened the door and welcomed the two tanned men into her home with a warm smile. “Hello Blaise!” she said as she gave her long time friend a warm embrace. “Mr Zabini “ she continued as she took his hand in a gentle shake.
“Miss Granger, Thank you for having us.” Zabini senior said as he shrugged off his coat and handed it to Hermione’s waiting hands.
She hung up the mens coats and showed them further into her little cottage gesturing for them to take a seat. “Please, make yourselves comfortable, dinner shall be ready soon”
The two men settled themselves into the big plush chairs that were set in front of the cozy little fireplace and fell into conversation about the days fishing excursions.
Hermione smiled and slipped out of the room to add the finishing touches to dinner. She placed the cedar plank with the Chinook Salmon which was baked in a seasoned tomato and white wine sauce in the middle of the table, drained the pasta noodles and poured them into a bowl, grabbed the fresh green salad out of the fridge and also placed them on the table, lit the candles and walked out of the room to fetch her guests.
“Dinners ready!” Hermione said as she bounced into the room. She took Blaise’s arm and guided him into the Kitchen, Marco followed with a bemused look on his face.
“Hermione, this looks fantastic” Marco said as he stood behind his chair watching as his son pulled out the chair allowing Hermione to be seated.
“I hope it tastes as good as it looks!” she said as she smiled friendly at Blaise. “Well tuck in” she continued as she handed the bowl of noodles to Marco.
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After dinner, desert and wine, Marco Zabini decided to call it an early night, and prepared to leave so his son could spend the remainder of the evening with their lovely little hostess.
“Thank you Hermione, that was absolutely wonderful” he said as he embraced the small witch “I do hope to see you again very soon” he said with a small smile as he donned his coat and walked out into the brisk evening.
“Can I offer you a night cap?” Hermione asked as she closed the door and faced the tall, dark and handsome wizard which was occupying the remainder of her entrance way.
“Yes please” Blaise responded and followed Hermione into the kitchen. “Let me help you clean up” he started towards the sink and started the dishes using magic, While Hermione cleared the remaining food off the table and put the left overs into the fridge.
“Thank you” she said as she went to the small china cabinet and pulled out a 40-year-old bottle of Glenfiddich Whiskey and two small tumblers. She filled the two small tumblers half full and replaced the bottle back into her china cabinet and followed Blaise into the living room.
The two sat in the plush chairs in front of the fireplace. Hermione handed Blaise the tumbler of Whisky. He smiled “To a lovely evening with a lovely witch” and clinked his tumbler to hers and took a sip.
The Whisky was smooth, almost sweet, but still sent a warming sensation down his throat and throughout his stomach. “Wow, what brand is that?” he asked impressed at the rich taste.
“40-year-old Glenfiddich” Hermione responded. “It was a gift from the Minister, very expensive, very rich” she said as she took another small sip of the dark amber liquid.
“Very nice indeed” he responded and swirled the liquid around in the tumbler and looked into the fireplace once again.
“You know Hermione” he continued “My Birthday is coming up in two weeks, and I would really like it if you would come to Italy for the party, It will be a masquerade ball.. I wi..” He lost his train of thought and let the sentence fade into the crackling of the fireplace.
“I don’t know Blaise, I’ve been enjoying my time away from the wizarding world, I would prefer not to make my first appearance back into the picture at such a big event” a small smile crossed her face.
“Masquerade ball Mione, No one will know its you, Please....”
“Ill think about it” She responded
“That’s all I ask” he said as he finished his tumbler of Whiskey and stood to retire for the evening.
Hermione stood as well and placed the two empty tumblers on the fire mantel and turned to look at Blaise. “Well thank you for coming for dinner, it’s been so long since I’ve seen anyone from the wizarding world, it was very nice.” She said as she stepped forward, arms open to embrace her friend.
“No, Thank You Hermione, It was really good to see you” He smiled, his strong arms wrapped around the very small witch. He looked down into her sweet chocolate brown eyes. How he missed those eyes, he knew so many emotions from those eyes and if he wasn’t mistaken he seen an emotion there now, one he seen when he tried to pursue her, one of loneliness.
Blaise took his chance, his hand came up to the bottom of her chin, he tilted her head up, and with a warm smile his face inched closer and closer to Hermione’s.
Her breath caught and their lips met in a soft kiss. The feeling overwhelmed her and a small moan escaped her throat. His tongue slid along her lips asking for entrance, she opened her mouth and met the soft tantalizing swirl of his tongue with vigor.
The hand he used to tilt her chin up for the initial kiss slid down her body and rested on her hip, pulling her closer to him, pulling her in deeper.
Hermione moaned again and slowly stepped back towards the wall, she felt she needed support, her knees suddenly felt very, very weak.
Blaise felt her pull away and moaned at the loss of contact. “Hermione” he said as he looked down at the witch who was still holding onto him, with hooded eyes,.
She took his hand and guided him over to the couch, he sat down and She climbed onto his lap and put her arms around his neck once again and nuzzled into his hard chest, her breathing fast, her mind going even faster.
“Come to Italy” Blaise said again as he nuzzled into her neck “Please”
Hermione did not know how to respond. She had mourned over the loss of Dean 3 years ago, She was lonely but could it really work with Blaise?
“Okay” She said as she looked into his dark brown eyes again. “I’ll come to Italy for your birthday”
“Thank you” he said as his lips crashed down on hers again. As he pulled away he gave her a sad smile “As much as I’d love to stay, I really do need to be going, My old Man will have me up at the crack of dawn.”
“I understand” Hermione said as she crawled off of his lap and stood beside the couch.
“Thank you for the delightful evening” He said as he took her hand and walked with her to the front door of the cottage.
At the door they both stood awkwardly neither wanting to say goodbye, but knowing that it was inevitable. “Well have yourself a good night” Hermione said as she stood up on her tip toes and placed a soft warm kiss on Blaise’s cheek.
“Good Night” Blaise said as he stepped out into the cool evening air.
Once the door closed Hermione sagged against the wall, what the hell did she think she was doing to let him kiss her like that? Why did she kiss him back?
“You silly girl!” She thought to herself as she went into her room and changed into her jogging gear again, she stretched under the car port thankful for the cool air, it helped to settle her mind.
“Italy” she said to herself as she started off at a brisk pace down the beach.
“What the hell am I going to wear to a ball in Italy?” She passed a few couples enjoying their evening stroll.
When she got to the other end of the bay she sat down in the sand and watched the waves crash in along the shore. Her breathing slowly returned to normal and she stood up and set off back down the beach at her previous pace.
When she got home, she showered and settled into bed and drifted off into a dreamless sleep.
Xxx
Authors Notes: I work on a 4 on 4 off schedule, I will try to update at least 2 chapters on my 4 days off, If I am a little slow, please don’t send me flames! I also enjoy the reviews, I take the time to write the story, if you take time to read it please let me know what you think, even if its just a small thumbs up! This is a side project I am trying to find my muse to finish another story I have written! I also do not have a beta if anyone is interested let me know! And one more thing, all the warning may not be accurate because I never really know where I am going in a story until I get there.
Disclaimer: The characters and canon situations in the following story belong solely to JK Rowling. I am not making any money from the publishing or writing of this story.
Chapter 02 - An Evening Dinner
Blaise and his father, Marco Zabini showed up to Hermione’s little Ocean front cottage at 7pm sharp. Hermione opened the door and welcomed the two tanned men into her home with a warm smile. “Hello Blaise!” she said as she gave her long time friend a warm embrace. “Mr Zabini “ she continued as she took his hand in a gentle shake.
“Miss Granger, Thank you for having us.” Zabini senior said as he shrugged off his coat and handed it to Hermione’s waiting hands.
She hung up the mens coats and showed them further into her little cottage gesturing for them to take a seat. “Please, make yourselves comfortable, dinner shall be ready soon”
The two men settled themselves into the big plush chairs that were set in front of the cozy little fireplace and fell into conversation about the days fishing excursions.
Hermione smiled and slipped out of the room to add the finishing touches to dinner. She placed the cedar plank with the Chinook Salmon which was baked in a seasoned tomato and white wine sauce in the middle of the table, drained the pasta noodles and poured them into a bowl, grabbed the fresh green salad out of the fridge and also placed them on the table, lit the candles and walked out of the room to fetch her guests.
“Dinners ready!” Hermione said as she bounced into the room. She took Blaise’s arm and guided him into the Kitchen, Marco followed with a bemused look on his face.
“Hermione, this looks fantastic” Marco said as he stood behind his chair watching as his son pulled out the chair allowing Hermione to be seated.
“I hope it tastes as good as it looks!” she said as she smiled friendly at Blaise. “Well tuck in” she continued as she handed the bowl of noodles to Marco.
.....o0o0o0o0o0.....
After dinner, desert and wine, Marco Zabini decided to call it an early night, and prepared to leave so his son could spend the remainder of the evening with their lovely little hostess.
“Thank you Hermione, that was absolutely wonderful” he said as he embraced the small witch “I do hope to see you again very soon” he said with a small smile as he donned his coat and walked out into the brisk evening.
“Can I offer you a night cap?” Hermione asked as she closed the door and faced the tall, dark and handsome wizard which was occupying the remainder of her entrance way.
“Yes please” Blaise responded and followed Hermione into the kitchen. “Let me help you clean up” he started towards the sink and started the dishes using magic, While Hermione cleared the remaining food off the table and put the left overs into the fridge.
“Thank you” she said as she went to the small china cabinet and pulled out a 40-year-old bottle of Glenfiddich Whiskey and two small tumblers. She filled the two small tumblers half full and replaced the bottle back into her china cabinet and followed Blaise into the living room.
The two sat in the plush chairs in front of the fireplace. Hermione handed Blaise the tumbler of Whisky. He smiled “To a lovely evening with a lovely witch” and clinked his tumbler to hers and took a sip.
The Whisky was smooth, almost sweet, but still sent a warming sensation down his throat and throughout his stomach. “Wow, what brand is that?” he asked impressed at the rich taste.
“40-year-old Glenfiddich” Hermione responded. “It was a gift from the Minister, very expensive, very rich” she said as she took another small sip of the dark amber liquid.
“Very nice indeed” he responded and swirled the liquid around in the tumbler and looked into the fireplace once again.
“You know Hermione” he continued “My Birthday is coming up in two weeks, and I would really like it if you would come to Italy for the party, It will be a masquerade ball.. I wi..” He lost his train of thought and let the sentence fade into the crackling of the fireplace.
“I don’t know Blaise, I’ve been enjoying my time away from the wizarding world, I would prefer not to make my first appearance back into the picture at such a big event” a small smile crossed her face.
“Masquerade ball Mione, No one will know its you, Please....”
“Ill think about it” She responded
“That’s all I ask” he said as he finished his tumbler of Whiskey and stood to retire for the evening.
Hermione stood as well and placed the two empty tumblers on the fire mantel and turned to look at Blaise. “Well thank you for coming for dinner, it’s been so long since I’ve seen anyone from the wizarding world, it was very nice.” She said as she stepped forward, arms open to embrace her friend.
“No, Thank You Hermione, It was really good to see you” He smiled, his strong arms wrapped around the very small witch. He looked down into her sweet chocolate brown eyes. How he missed those eyes, he knew so many emotions from those eyes and if he wasn’t mistaken he seen an emotion there now, one he seen when he tried to pursue her, one of loneliness.
Blaise took his chance, his hand came up to the bottom of her chin, he tilted her head up, and with a warm smile his face inched closer and closer to Hermione’s.
Her breath caught and their lips met in a soft kiss. The feeling overwhelmed her and a small moan escaped her throat. His tongue slid along her lips asking for entrance, she opened her mouth and met the soft tantalizing swirl of his tongue with vigor.
The hand he used to tilt her chin up for the initial kiss slid down her body and rested on her hip, pulling her closer to him, pulling her in deeper.
Hermione moaned again and slowly stepped back towards the wall, she felt she needed support, her knees suddenly felt very, very weak.
Blaise felt her pull away and moaned at the loss of contact. “Hermione” he said as he looked down at the witch who was still holding onto him, with hooded eyes,.
She took his hand and guided him over to the couch, he sat down and She climbed onto his lap and put her arms around his neck once again and nuzzled into his hard chest, her breathing fast, her mind going even faster.
“Come to Italy” Blaise said again as he nuzzled into her neck “Please”
Hermione did not know how to respond. She had mourned over the loss of Dean 3 years ago, She was lonely but could it really work with Blaise?
“Okay” She said as she looked into his dark brown eyes again. “I’ll come to Italy for your birthday”
“Thank you” he said as his lips crashed down on hers again. As he pulled away he gave her a sad smile “As much as I’d love to stay, I really do need to be going, My old Man will have me up at the crack of dawn.”
“I understand” Hermione said as she crawled off of his lap and stood beside the couch.
“Thank you for the delightful evening” He said as he took her hand and walked with her to the front door of the cottage.
At the door they both stood awkwardly neither wanting to say goodbye, but knowing that it was inevitable. “Well have yourself a good night” Hermione said as she stood up on her tip toes and placed a soft warm kiss on Blaise’s cheek.
“Good Night” Blaise said as he stepped out into the cool evening air.
Once the door closed Hermione sagged against the wall, what the hell did she think she was doing to let him kiss her like that? Why did she kiss him back?
“You silly girl!” She thought to herself as she went into her room and changed into her jogging gear again, she stretched under the car port thankful for the cool air, it helped to settle her mind.
“Italy” she said to herself as she started off at a brisk pace down the beach.
“What the hell am I going to wear to a ball in Italy?” She passed a few couples enjoying their evening stroll.
When she got to the other end of the bay she sat down in the sand and watched the waves crash in along the shore. Her breathing slowly returned to normal and she stood up and set off back down the beach at her previous pace.
When she got home, she showered and settled into bed and drifted off into a dreamless sleep.
Xxx
Authors Notes: I work on a 4 on 4 off schedule, I will try to update at least 2 chapters on my 4 days off, If I am a little slow, please don’t send me flames! I also enjoy the reviews, I take the time to write the story, if you take time to read it please let me know what you think, even if its just a small thumbs up! This is a side project I am trying to find my muse to finish another story I have written! I also do not have a beta if anyone is interested let me know! And one more thing, all the warning may not be accurate because I never really know where I am going in a story until I get there.