The Family Jewels

Chapter 33
In the sky with diamonds


Blaise Zabini walked out of the Great Hall after dinner greatly cheered. He was a complex person, but at the moment, his goals were simple. He wanted to keep Hermione and Draco safe, and he wanted to win his bet on the match with Hermione. He did not want these two things with the same degree of fervency, but one was easier than the other. Both of them seemed to attract peril at any cost. Blaise was so adept at escaping notice and turning danger away that he could not for the life of him understand how the two people that meant the most to him seemed so willing to live a high profile existence.

His feet took him to the Head Dorm. He had been sleeping in Hermione’s bed every night, but they had not been making love. They each had heavy thoughts, and Draco’s presence in the next room cooled them off considerably. Each night Blaise heard Draco walk up the steps to the bedrooms, pause outside Hermione’s door, then continue on to his own without comment. He wasn’t sure what Draco and Hermione talked about when they were alone together, but the three of them had definitely cleared the air earlier. He hoped that their renewed commitment against outsiders would bring them closer together. Hopefully soon. Hopefully naked.

Blaise knocked on the portrait, before quietly saying the password. The portrait swung open to reveal Hermione asleep on the couch. She looked so beautiful, so peaceful when she was asleep that Blaise was loathe to wake her. He sat on the other couch and took his homework out of his bag. He was able to concentrate finally, and he accomplished most of his work before Hermione stirred on the other couch and he found himself looking into her deep brown eyes. She smiled but looked confused.

“How long have you been here?” she questioned.

“Almost two hours,” Blaise answered.

“Why didn’t you wake me?” Hermione asked, coming over to snuggle against his warm body.

“I know you haven’t been sleeping well, cara, and I like how you look when you’re asleep,” Blaise said, kissing her deeply.

“I’m awake now,” Hermione said, toying with the buttons on his shirt.

“I see that,” he said, as her nimble fingers made short work of his green and silver striped tie and the buttons on his shirt. “You seem to be undressing me Hermione.”

“Yes, and you’re not helping as much as I had been hoping,” she smiled.

Blaise sat back so that she could unbuckle his belt and she unfastened his trousers, kneeling in front of him to slide them down the length of his legs. Hermione pulled down his boxers slightly, and his cock jutted into her hand. “He seems to want to come out and play,” she teased lightly.

“I’ve missed you, cara,” he said simply before groaning when she leaned forward and licked the head of his cock. Her eyes found his as she began to lick, kiss and suck just the head of his cock. Her hands remained on his thighs, and he gently bucked up into her mouth, wanting more contact. She tortured him for a few more minutes, her tongue playing with his foreskin. “Please,” he begged.

One hand moved to cup his balls, gently rolling them in her palm before taking more of his cock into her mouth until it bumped the back of her throat. Her tongue was massaging the underside of his cock as she bobbed on his member. Blaise threw his head back, breaking the eye contact. Hermione almost smiled when she saw the grimace of pain come over his beautiful features. She took a deep breath and swallowed. Blaise was now lodged in her throat and came helplessly, calling out her name. She swallowed, not letting him move until he was drained. Slowly, she drew back, her tongue continuing to tease the head until she heard his indrawn breath. “Too sensitive?” she asked.

“Wench,” he accused.

“You love me,” she said confidently, tucking him back inside his boxers and draping herself across his lap.

“Yes, I do,” he confirmed softly, kissing her mouth then down her neck. His hand gently squeezed her knee, then moved under her skirt, tracing long lines on her inner thighs. Hermione seemed to be holding her breath as his elegant fingers got closer to the wet silk of her knickers, but not touching.

“Just touch me already. I didn’t tease you,” Hermione said hotly.

Blaise raised both eyebrows at this blatant lie. “No?” he questioned, one long finger easing under the elastic and finding that there was a reason she was so jumpy on his lap. Wetness was dripping from her pussy, the lips gaping slightly at the extent of her arousal. His slid his finger into her, finding no resistance to his probing. He added a finger, his thumb moving over her clit in a downward motion.

Blaise continued to kiss the smooth skin of her neck as she moved in his lap, sliding her bum in between his thighs slightly so that her pussy was pushed up. His lips caught hers in a deep kiss, his tongue slowly exploring her mouth as his fingers thrust into her pussy faster and deeper. She was about to protest when his fingers slid out of her, only to have his mouth catch her keening cry when he pinched her clit and she came in his arms. Hermione wrapped her arms around his neck, content to be held against his warm body.

“Mmm, you always smell so good. Sometimes I feel like I get wet just feeling your body near me and it is just indecent for you to smell this way!” Hermione’s voice got louder toward the end of her sentence, and she looked at him as if he had done something wrong.

A concerned look came over his intense blue eyes. “Am I supposed to apologize for something, cara?”

“Prat. You know I’m just teasing.” Hermione picked herself up off his lap and straightened her skirt. “You might want to put some clothes on. People might wonder what you’re doing practically naked in the Head common room.”

Blaise began to get dressed, but he seemed to be doing a striptease in reverse. He stood, revealing the lean muscles of his chest and back, his long legs covered by soft dark hair. Hermione watched him every moment, and when he finally finished buttoning his shirt and carelessly wrapped his tie around his neck, her resolve was wavering.

When he was done, he perched on the arm of the couch. “People might find me Hermione, or Draco might?”

“How are things with you two?” Hermione asked.

“You were here earlier when we talked. The last few days haven’t been as cordial, I admit. Draco is impulsive, which is not a common trait in our house. I think everything is okay between us now, cara, we have been friends for a long time.” Blaise ducked his head slightly. He had to admit to himself that the fact that Draco had come to her rescue rankled a bit. That didn’t mean that he would admit it to anyone else.

“I know that, love, but I don’t know what is going on inside that head of yours unless you tell me.” Hermione stood next to him, and he laid his head against her shoulder, wrapping his arms around her waist.

“I feel danger, Hermione. I know something is going to happen. I just don’t know if I’ll be able to stop it in time.” Blaise burrowed his face further into her body.

“You don’t have to stop it by yourself, Blaise. We’re in this together, right?” Hermione smiled at him.

Blaise tipped his mouth up for her kiss, but in his heart he knew that he did not want her to fight in whatever was coming. She was his woman, and he would do his best to protect her at all costs.

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“Are your plans going as expected, Lucius?” Lord Voldemort asked his most trusted servant.

“Yes, my Lord. Everything is in readiness. I would ask for one favor.” Lucius kept his eyes downcast as he knelt before his master.

“I will need help from two of your servants at the school to ensure that my son is brought to his rightful place in your circle.” Lucius chanced a glance up at the red eyes of the Dark Lord.

Voldemort waved his hand expansively at his assembled Death Eaters. “Ask Lucius, and help will be made available to you.”

Lucius Malfoy rose to his feet and addressed two of his oldest compatriots, “Crabbe and Goyle? Are your sons ready to follow any orders they receive from you?”

Two hulking forms stepped forward. “Yes, Lord Malfoy. They took the Mark this summer, though that has been kept secret. They will willingly obey any orders they receive,” Goyle answered for both of them.

“Will they accept orders from my son as well?” Lucius asked.

A quick glance was shared between the two men. “I had not thought that your son had chosen his path yet,” Crabbe stammered.

“The orders will be mine, Crabbe, but they will be coming from my son.” Lucius allowed a cruel smile to grace his handsome features. “Perhaps you will allow me to draft letters to your sons explaining their mission.”

“Of course, Lord Malfoy. They are at your disposal.” Goyle bowed and stepped back into line, pulling Crabbe back with him.

“Then I am ready, my Lord,” Lucius said, bowing as well.

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A/N – I must say that several reviews made me think that I was too subtle with the direction of the story. I was afraid that I had given it all away, but perhaps all that is needed is a French/English dictionary. Hint. Hint.