Dare

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Hermione was nervous as she walked into the Slytherin common room, Blaise’s hand on her lower back guiding her through.

There were several students on the common room, either reading or talking. Most stopped and turned to stare at them as they walked through. Hermione held her head high, trying to ignore the looks of disgust and shock that were spattered over the faces of those in the room.

Blaise ignored them also, pushing Hermione forward to a long corridor that led away from the common room. She let out a small breath as they left the common room behind.

Blaise didn’t say anything as he guided her down the dark corridor, finally coming to the last door on the left. He opened it and waited for her to go in. She went in carefully, eyes taking the familiar room.

There were three other beds, all of which were empty. Only Blaise’s side of the room seemed to have any life. His trunk was set at the end of his bed. Piled on top of it were books of all shapes and sizes. On his bedside table was a small lamp which he now turned on with a flick of his wand.

He turned to Hermione, who’d been standing awkwardly in the middle of the room. Now that she was there, she wasn’t sure if it had been such a good idea.

“Uh… Blaise,” she said slowly, and he took a step forward. “Are you sure this is—“

“Hermione,” he interrupted her, placing his hands on her shoulders. “Don’t over-think this.”

She didn’t have time to over-think it as his lips were on hers once more and she was lost to his charms. She moaned softly as his hands skimmed down her body, settling at her waist for the moment and pulling her closer.

Her hands came to his shoulders slowly, feeling a bit awkward. Her eyes were closed as his tongue slid into her mouth. He licked her lower lip and pulled the plump flesh into his mouth.

She felt him moving, guiding her over the bed. One hand was on her waist and the other had crept to the buttons on her blouse. She shivered when he got one undone and his fingers brushed over her stomach. The kiss was growing in fervor and she no longer cared what this looked like.

Her hands were tugging at his tie, trying to undo the knot. It didn’t take her much time. She’d always been the one to tie Harry’s and Ron’s. She slid it off his neck as he pushed her back further.

His hands had undone a few more buttons and Hermione could feel the cool draft from the room on her stomach. She shivered again and threw herself into the kiss. Their mouths slid together hotly, tongues entwining in a seductive dance.

Her hands were scrabbling at the buttons of his white uniform shirt. She had it untucked but was having trouble concentrating between kissing him and his hands on her body. Finally, she got a few of the top buttons undone.

She was still being moved backwards and suddenly felt the back of her knees hit the bed. She fell over onto it, but Blaise didn’t come with her. Instead, he reached down and quickly unbuttoned the remaining buttons on his shirt. It fell open and Hermione couldn’t help but stare.

His body was lean but muscled. It was toned and a golden brown. Hermione knew she was staring but couldn’t help it. It didn’t seem to bother Blaise, though. He merely smirked and climbed on the bed with her.

She scooted the right way and he crawled on top of her. Tentatively, she reached up and slid her fingers over his torso, tracing a muscle. She could feel him shudder under her touch and it made her feel powerful.

She moved her hands instead to his shirt, sliding it off his shoulders. Once it was off, she found herself undertaken in another fiery kiss. Her body moved on its own, arching upward into Blaise. She gasped when she felt his erection brush against her lower abdomen.

She moaned slightly when his hand slid up her side and to her blouse where not all the buttons had been undone. Blaise made quick work of the last few. Before touching her, his hand slid to her neck, his thumb tracing over her jaw as he kissed her.

She kissed back hard. She hadn’t realized how much she needed this, how much she wanted it, until now. Her hands were sliding over his shoulders, feeling the strong muscles. She wondered if he worked out. She knew he didn’t play Quidditch, but maybe he did something else.

With a last nip, Blaise left her mouth, pressing hot kisses down her jaw and past her ear to her neck. His hand, meanwhile, slid back down her body and to her back, undoing the clasp to her bra with little affair. The quickness of it made her wonder just how many times he’d done this, and with whom…

The bra was quickly removed and his hand skimmed over the soft swell of her breast, causing her to arch into him. His touch was light but demanding, sliding over her breast.

His mouth was on her neck, his hot tongue sliding over her throat as his talented fingers played with her sensitive nipple. She let out a breathy moan, feeling the blood rushing to her lower body.

Blaise’s other hand was sliding slowly up her thigh, creeping under her skirt. It slid in between her thighs and up to her knickers.

She was already wet and hot. She felt his fingers creeping closer to her private parts, running teasingly over her thighs and around the waist of her knickers.

Without warning, he pulled down the white, cotton panties. She gasped and lifted her head with much effort.

“Blaise,” she whispered as her head fell back.

Blaise pressed a kiss to her throat before moving back up, licking her lower lip before kissing her hard and fast.

“You’ve done this before?” he murmured.

“Y-yes,” Hermione stuttered when she felt his finger brushing against her.

She was surprised when he pulled back for a moment, but heard a rustling sound and knew his trousers were coming off. She almost felt dirty, spread out on his bed, a Slytherin’s bed, with no shirt or bra and no knickers.

Before she had time to analyze, he was back, hovering over her with a sly smirk on his face.

“So the perfect Gryff isn’t a virgin?” he drawled, bringing his finger to his mouth and giving it a casual lick. “Who was it? You can tell me. It wasn’t Weasley, was it?” His hand moved down, resuming twisting her erect nipple.

“No, not Ron,” Hermione replied breathlessly, her body writhing in his touch. She felt his free hand tugging on the zipper of her skirt, pulling her skirt down when it was done. She felt his leaking erection rubbing dangerously close to her body.

“Who then?” Blaise murmured, moving to her ear, his hot breath washing over it, sending all rational thoughts out the window. If she’d had any doubts before, they were certainly gone now.

Hermione struggled to retain coherent thoughts as his fingers played with her tit, rolling it between his forefinger and thumb. “Z-Zacharias Smith,” she finally managed to say.

Blaise’s fingers stopped and he glanced at her. “The Hufflepuff?” he asked in a disdainful tone.

“Yes,” Hermione replied. “Why does everyone ask that?”

Blaise didn’t reply, only quirked and eyebrow and moved in for a kiss. When he pulled away, the sly smirk was back on his face. She had to admit that it was incredibly sexy.

“You deserve better than a dull Hufflepuff.”

She was about to ask what that meant when he plunged a finger inside her body and she gave a surprised cry.

“Shh,” he breathed, pressing a kiss to her jaw. “We’re not alone down here.”

She nodded quickly. She had completely forgotten that they were in the Slytherin dorms and it wasn’t that late yet. She was, however, very glad that no one else slept in this dorm and there was no danger of anyone coming in.

She shifted her hips as his finger slid deeper inside her body. Her breath caught in her throat as he pushed in a second finger.

“B-Blaise,” she panted, her eyes closed tightly as he fucked her with his fingers.

He thought she looked absolutely delicious spread out underneath him, her eyes closed and her skin flushing a light pink. He moved his fingers slowly, noting the squeak she let out when they slid deeper.

Blaise leaned forward, bringing his mouth to her ear. “What do you want me to do, Hermione?” he whispered, hearing her harsh breathing in his ear. “Tell me.”

“Blaise, I—I want…” Hermione let out a choked moan as he removed his fingers. “I want—“

“Say it,” Blaise whispered, his fingers now stroking her inner thighs. He was hard as hell but wanted to wait, he wanted her to say that she wanted him to fuck her, to pound her into the mattress so hard she wouldn’t be able to stand for hours after. He wanted to hear her say she wanted him.

“I w-want you to…” Hermione trailed away, biting her lip. She knew what she was supposed to say, what she wanted to say, but the word was stuck on her tongue. She’d always disliked harsh language and describing what they were doing as that seemed so trivial and dirty.

“To what, Hermione?” Blaise whispered, moving his lips along her jaw, his tongue. “To fuck you? Tell me.”

“Y-yes,” she stuttered. “To f…f…”

“Can’t say it?” Blaise mocked playfully, his fingers dancing up her thigh again. “I can help.”

Hermione let out a breath and glanced at him. He wore his Slytherin smirk once more and she wondered just why he was doing this. Her brain had been quiet for most of this encounter, but it tried to kick itself into gear.

Blaise saw the spark in her eyes and knew she was starting to think, starting to analyze. He couldn’t have that.

Instead, he leaned in, brushing his lips against hers softly. “Start with the F,” he whispered against her lips.

“F…” she said then gave a sudden yelp as something hard pressed into her lower body.

“Almost had it,” Blaise said, his voice wavering a little as he pushed his cock inside her body. He’d preformed a silent Lubrication and Protection Spell earlier. “Can you say it, Hermione? God, I want to hear you say it.”

Hermione groaned at the tone of his voice, so low and lust-filled. She hadn’t felt this good in a long time.

“Blaise, I want you to… fuck me,” she said finally, very quietly.

Blaise shifted, pulling out and pushing back in, feeling her body shudder under his. “Louder,” he commanded.

“Blaise, fuck me,” she gasped, a little louder. She could feel him moving and felt so hot.

Blaise thrust back into her body a little harder, her words going straight to his cock. He loved hearing that word falling from her lips. It was like he was corrupting her in his own small way.

Her legs wrapped around his waist as he continued with his shallow thrusts, not enough to make her climax, but enough to make her die from the teasing.

He leaned forward again as he moved. “Louder,” he growled against her lips.

“Fuck me!” Hermione cried, no longer caring about the word. She was surprised as Blaise’s lips crashed down on hers. She threw herself into the kiss, giving him all she had.

His tongue was in her mouth and his body was moving faster, thrusting harder and less calculated in her body. Her hands were on his shoulders, gripping tightly as he slid back into her, sending a wave of fire through her body.

Her breath was coming in short gasps when the kiss broke. She could feel her body growing hotter by the second and knew it wouldn’t be long.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” came a whisper in her ear and a bite on her earlobe. “Fucking gorgeous.”

His words sent shivers through her body and with the combined pressure of his cock and his words, she felt herself climaxing, her body arching off the bed as the feeling washed over her, exploding in her body.

She was panting hard when she finally came down from her high. She realized in her ecstasy, she had missed his climax. Her chest was heaving as she lay on the bed, trying to catch her breath.

Blaise collapsed next to her on the bed, also focusing on regaining his breath.

At length, Hermione began to feel awkwardness creeping over her. She felt a bit exposed, lying naked on his bed. Carefully, she shifted to the edge of the bed and grabbed her skirt, bra, and blouse from where they were piled on the floor.

As she slipped on her bra, she heard movement from Blaise’s side of the bed. She felt a hand on her hip and his lips hovering near her ear.

“Going somewhere?”

“I was just…” Hermione said, not really having a good excuse.

“You were just going to sneak out like you did this morning,” Blaise supplied.

“I just thought it was best,” she said quietly, pulling on her blouse and beginning to button it.

Blaise shifted, sitting up completely and taking his hand off her hip. Instead, he brushed back her hair from her neck and she turned to look at him.

“Hermione,” he said seriously. “You and I both know what this was. There’s a war going on and your two best friends have left you. You’re alone and scared. You need someone to be there for you.”

Hermione’s eyebrows came together as she looked at him. “And what do you need?”

Blaise paused, letting his thumb trail over her jaw, and his blue eyes wander over her face, finally coming to rest with her eyes. “This war is going to be hard and long. I like living in the moment but even I admit there’s a future out there. I don’t know what my future is yet. Maybe I should have taken Divination… The point is, last night when you kissed me, I realized the only way to win the war is to join forces.”

“Wait,” Hermione said slowly, thinking hard. “So you slept with me to ‘join forces’? What does that mean? So you don’t even like me, you’re just trying to help yourself, is that it?!”

Blaise could tell she was getting upset as tears pricked the edges of her eyes.

“No, that’s not what I meant,” he said quickly. “Hermione, you’re… you’re intelligent, and even though you think you know it all, you don’t.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I mean, what would you say if I said I wanted to sleep with you because I find you attractive and I know that even though you probably want nothing more than to go chasing after those id… those friends of yours,” he corrected himself quickly, reminding himself that the best way to go about this was not to insult her friends, “maybe you need something here to think about instead of focusing on them all the time. You’ll run yourself ragged.”

Hermione was silent for a moment. “You think I’m attractive?”

Blaise rolled his eyes. “I think I made that pretty clear.”

Despite his slightly sarcastic tone, Hermione blushed at the compliment. “I think you’re attractive too.”

“Well, thank you,” Blaise replied semi-graciously.

“And I guess you’re right,” Hermione sighed. “I do focus on them too much, but they’re my best friends and they’re in danger. How can I not worry? What else am I supposed to do?”

“I think I can find an answer for that,” Blaise drawled. Hermione glanced at him. “Help them, but let them do it on their own. It’s why they went. In the meantime, don’t lock yourself away from everyone. Let Patil and Brown do their little tricks to cheer you up.”

Hermione couldn’t believe Blaise was saying all this. In all the time she’d known him, she’d hardly heard him say more than a few words. Here he was being logical and vocal, willingly helping her with her problems.

“What about you?” she asked finally. “Why do you care about this?”

“Because,” Blaise said, taking her chin firmly but softly in his hand and moving her to face him straight on, “I don’t want to hang around a depressed person all the time.”

“Why would you…?” Hermione asked slowly as his words sunk in. Her eyes widened suddenly as she got the message. “You mean, you want to… date me?”

“Something like that,” Blaise said offhandedly, letting go of her chin and running his hand back into her hair. “More like fuck you, kiss you, be around you.” His voice got quieter with each word and his face closer until his lips were pressed against hers.

Her eyes closed slowly as they kissed. It wasn’t as hard as the kisses before, but slower and more meaningful.

When they parted, Hermione smiled. “I guess you can f…fuck me,” she said, stumbling over the word.

Blaise smirked. “Say it again,” he teased her. “It’s so fucking hot when you do.”

Hermione giggled and shrieked when he pushed her down rather forcefully, kissing her swiftly. She laughed and sighed happily when he pulled away, lying down and pulling her against his bare chest.

“Remind me to thank Parvati and Lavender,” she said.

“As long as you don’t thank them like you did me, I’m fine.”

Hermione laughed and smiled, snuggling closer to him. He draped an arm around her waist and together, they fell into a deep sleep.

Outside the dorm, Blaise’s fellow Slytherins exchanged uneasy looks. From the sounds of things, they would be seeing a lot of the Head Girl, a fact that did not please them in the least, though to Blaise, it was perfect.

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FIN.