By Reason Of Birth

Chapter 35 Blaise’s News

The next morning, the Notts, Harry, and Ron made their way to the quidditch stadium, where they separated to go to their own seats. They ended up sitting next to Anastasia, and while the men watched the match, the two females talked, only paying attention to the match when they heard Viktor’s name.

After three hours, with the score at 50 France-80 Bulgaria, the skies, which had been blue when the match started, opened up and drenched the onlookers. All throughout the stands, umbrellas suddenly appeared, having either been conjured or transfigured.

It wasn’t until dusk that Antoine Hebert, the French Seeker, caught the Snitch, practically stealing it from Viktor’s grasp and winning the game by a mere twenty points.

After the match, they made their way back to their site, which was crowded by people who were already celebrating France’s win despite the rain. Once they were in the mini-cottage, Hermione sent Viktor a note, telling him that he had played a very good game, and she was very proud of him.

There was a knock on the front door, though no one was expecting company that night. Caoilinn answered it and escorted Blaise, who looked slightly upset, into the sitting room where everyone was lounging around, too exhausted from the excitement of the game to really partake in the celebrations that were occurring right out their door.

Blaise flopped down between Hermione and Theo, and Hermione settled herself comfortably against him. “What’s wrong?” she asked quietly, not knowing if whatever was bothering him would be something he would want to share in front of everyone.

“Jonas asked Mum to marry him during the match,” he responded, giving her a gentle squeeze.

‘I’m sorry, mate, that sucks,” Theo said sympathetically, patting his friend’s shoulder as Hermione placed a light kiss on his other shoulder.

Blaise looked decidedly uncomfortable and turned to look at Brisco, who was reading a book. “Brisco, may I be permitted to escort Hermione on a walk around the campground?” he asked formally, his hope filtering into his voice.

Brisco set down his book and exchanged a look with his wife. After almost a minute had passed, he finally answered. “Yes, you may, and I trust that you will keep her safe amongst those who are celebrating France’s win around us. Have her back in no more than two hours.”

“Thank you, Brisco,” Blaise responded as Hermione turned to Harry and Ron.

“Do you mind?” she asked her friends. Harry immediately replied that he didn’t, and Ron decided not to put up a fight. The news had obviously upset Blaise, even though he couldn’t understand why. After all, weddings were a happy occasion.

“I’ll talk to you when we get back,” Blaise said to Theo as he stood up, taking Hermione’s hand and helping her to stand as well. Theo nodded, and Hermione grabbed slickers for both her and Blaise, and a large umbrella to share. When they opened the door, they saw that the rain was tapering off, so Hermione put the slickers back while Blaise cast an Hover Charm on the umbrella so they wouldn’t have to hold it as they walked.

They finally left the mini-cottage hand in hand. Neither spoke as Blaise lead Hermione randomly down the paths, weaving them through the sea of hot pink shirts and banners. Finally, after almost twenty minutes, they were near the edge of the campground. People had become sparser as the trees became denser, and Blaise decided that it seemed to be a good place to stop.

There was a bench nearby, and they sat down once Hermione Charmed it dry. Blaise pulled her close and buried his head in her hair, breathing in her scent and finding peace for the first time in hours.

“They’ve decided to get married within the month. Since Mum’s already been married eight times, and he’s been married twice, they’re going to go to the Ministry and have it done there. Then, apparently, we’ll be moving in with him. He wants Mum to get rid of our house, but I don’t think she will, especially if I put up a fight. After all, there’s no way I’ll be living with them after N.E.W.T.’s.”

“Oh, Blaise,” Hermione cooed, moving so she was straddling him, enabling her to give him a tight hug. “Maybe you’re wrong about him,” she suggested, gently kissing his eyelids before moving down to his lips.

“I hope so,” he said softly. “But really, who proposes after only three months of dating, when the witch isn’t pregnant, and both parties have been married multiple times?”

“I know he gives you the creeps, but that doesn’t make him a bad person,” she reasoned. “And maybe them both having been married before is part of why he wants to rush into it; maybe he’s the type of person who needs to be with someone in order to feel whole themselves.”

“Maybe,” he responded disbelievingly. “But right now, we’re all alone. There’s no chance of our parents walking in on us, and I don’t want to think about them anymore,” he said, his voice lowering with a huskiness that sent shivers of anticipation down her spine.

“Really? What do you want to think about?” she asked, her own voice lowering as she leaned forward and licked from his collarbone up to his ear, paying special attention to the sensitive spots along his neck.

He groaned and leaned his head back, his hands finding their way to her hips and pulling her even closer to him. Her lips met his as her arms draped around his neck, and she teased him with fluttering kisses before his hands moved to her head and held her still so he could kiss her fully and properly.

They stayed that way for quite some time, and when they finally pulled away, Blaise rested their foreheads together. He kept eye contact as his hands slipped under her shirt and skimmed her lower back. Everywhere he touched tingled as her nerve endings seemed to catch ablaze. She gasped, and he smirked at her before touching their lips together once again. His hands moved forward over her stomach and followed the trails of her scars up to her bra.

He cupped her full globes in his palms, weighing them before tweaking her nipples through the fabric. She made a purring sound in the back of her throat, and he smiled against her lips. “Tell me if you want me to stop,” he whispered as he pulled down the lace and brought his hands back up to her breasts.

“Don’t stop,” she said in a choked whisper, practically melting from the feel of his hands on her. It was the most intimate touch she had ever received from someone other than herself, and she couldn’t imagine why she had never done this before.

He lifted her shirt, exposing her to the warm summer air, and stared lustily at her long enough to make her uncomfortable. She squirmed on his lap and tried to pull her shirt down, feeling not only about her modesty, but also self-conscious about her scars. Blaise covered her hands with his, stilling her motions. “Don’t,” he said. “You, Hermione Nott, are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, and I do not want you to ever think otherwise.”

His sincerity shone through his eyes, bringing tears to her own. “What did I do to deserve you?” she whispered faintly before stopping any reply with a kiss. His hands explored her torso, trailing along her stomach up to her collarbone, continuously stopping at her breasts. When he pulled out of the kiss, he made his way down to her nipples, and sucked one of them into his mouth.

Hermione gasped and mewled simultaneously. She had been wrong before. This, in fact, was the best thing she had ever felt. She also felt a little guilty, though, keeping this glorious sensation to herself, and she wanted Blaise to share in what she was feeling.

“Blaise?” she asked in a whimper.

“Mmmm,” he responded, never stopping the ministrations of his mouth and his hand on her breasts, the fingers of his second hand grazing the skin under the waistband of her jeans.

“Can I touch you?” she tentatively asked, her voice slightly wavering.

Blaise groaned in response, the vibrations from the sound going through her body and exciting her to her very core. Then, he pulled away from her and covered her back up, putting her bra and shirt back where they had started. “There is nothing I would love more,” he responded earnestly, “but not here, and especially not now. If we start anything more, there is no way I will have you back in time, and then your father will come looking for us. As it is, we need to start heading back in a few minutes.”

She looked at him intently, trying to discern if he was telling the truth, or evading her advances. When she finally decided that he was being sincere, she leaned forward and placed a chaste kiss on his lips. “But we will continue this soon?” she asked, hopefully.

“We will definitely continue this soon,” he affirmed with a playful leer as he squeezed her arse. “But, for now, we have to head on back.”

Chapter End Notes:
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