By Reason Of Birth

Blaise was shipped off to stay with Harry for the duration of Zarina and Jonas’ honeymoon. It was the very first time he wasn’t spending the time at the Nott’s, and was solely because of his relationship with Hermione.

The Thursday following the wedding was Harry’s seventeenth birthday. Mrs. Weasley had wanted to throw him a party as she had in previous years, but she didn’t want to bring Harry’s new friends into her home, and so Ron convinced her that it would be better to have a family get-together Wednesday night, which would free Harry up to go out with his friends on his birthday.

Blaise hadn’t wanted to be at that gathering any more than Mrs. Weasley wanted him there, and so he spent the evening with Theo at the Nott’s while Hermione attended the party. The night went about as well as Hermione, Ron and Harry expected. Ginny spent a large portion of the evening coming on to Harry, no matter how many times he made it clear that he was happy in his relationship with Daphne.

Lupin and Tonks, who had eloped right after the death of Voldemort, came, as did Sirius, a few members of the Order that Harry had gotten to know. Much to everyone’s surprise, Luna Lovegood also came, wearing a dress that looked as though it was made of wrapping paper. Even Minister Shacklebolt made a quick appearance. In the end, everyone had a good time, and Harry came away with a decent cache of gifts, though both Hermione and Ron were waiting for the next day to give him their presents.

On Thursday, though, a large group of teens met up at Blaise’s home around noon. Not only were Blaise, Hermione, Theo, Ron and Harry there, but also Lilah and Savannah, and Daphne and Astoria, each person carrying a small rucksack. From there, they Flooed to Blaise’s mum’s house in Morocco.

“Okay, everyone,” Blaise said once everyone was in the courtyard, trying to get the attention of his friends who had never been there and were agape with the beauty of the home. “My mum’s set the wards so that the only two rooms that we can be together in is the kitchen and the sitting room, and that’s only if there’s more than one bloke and one girl at a time. The bedrooms can be used to change in, just you girls have to be in a different room than us blokes.”

“Tsk, tsk, Blaise,” Harry said as he tried unsuccessfully to hold back a grin. “That’s what you get for letting Hermione’s parents walk in on you.”

“We were just sleeping,” Hermione replied indignantly, crossing her arms across her chest as she glared at Harry.

Half an hour later, the group was on the beach, slathered in sun lotion. Hermione and Daphne settled down on their blankets on the sand while the others made their way to the water, surfboards under Blaise and Theo’s arms.

Hermione watched Blaise walk away, her eyes seemingly unable to stray from his toned body. While she had thought about what had happened between her and her boyfriend in his new room on many occasions over the previous few days, seeing his bare skin glint in the sunlight brought the memory hurdling back with no chance of her stopping it.

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While they hadn’t hastily shed their clothes, it did not take long for the two to disrobe. They had stood there, staring at one another, but neither had felt awkward for It. Hermione had never seen a nude male before, and while she had seen him in just his swimming costume, she was not prepared for this. The fit planes of his stomach swept downward to create a deep V at his hips that led straight to his cock, which was rapidly hardening.

Blaise’s eyes were also taking in her body. While he had seen nude girls before, none of them had been the girl he had wanted them to be; none of them had been Hermione. As his eyes slipped from her pert, round breasts down to her womanhood, he could find no imperfections. While her scars were glaring at him, daring him to turn away from her and change his mind, he only saw them as a part of her, the way her eyes, her hair, or her laugh were a part of her.

Tentatively, he stepped closer to her and placed his hands safely on her hips, drawing her close enough so he could kiss her, but not close enough for their bodies to touch. It had been Hermione who bridged the gap, pressing their bodies together. Blaise moaned into the kiss as his now fully hard cock was trapped between their bodies, and she couldn’t help but fell a slight amount of trepidation. He hadn’t been at a full mast when she had looked at him, and he felt impossibly large against her stomach. She had told him that she wasn’t ready for sex, but she wasn’t sure she ever would be- she wasn’t convinced that he could fit inside her.

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“Hermione?” Daphne called, snapping her fingers in front of Hermione’s face.

“Oh- yeah?” Hermione responded, dazedly, shaking her head of her thoughts.

Daphne gave her a knowing smirk. “Care to let a friend in on your thoughts?”

Hermione’s face suddenly turned a bright shade of pink. “Um… No,” she responded, clearing her throat.

“That’s okay, I already know what you’re thinking,” Daphne said, laughing.

“You do?” Hermione responded, embarrassed at her transparency and hoping that the other girl was wrong.

“I saw you leave the reception with Blaise,” Daphne said suggestively. “The looks that you two were exchanging left no question that you were off to find a room.”

“It was his room, and we didn’t have sex,” Hermione harrumphed, unhappy with being called out, as well as slightly uneasy with the conversation. Having two blokes for best friends didn’t really lead to her talking about sex with her mates all that often. Or ever.

“Oh, you had sex,” Daphne said, continuing louder when Hermione tried to interrupt. “You may not have had intercourse, but with the way you’re looking at Blaise… you had sex.”

Hermione glared at her friend, but there was no fire behind it. She knew it was the truth.

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They had somehow made it to the bed, and Blaise laid her down in the middle, gazing at her body with a hungry expression before crawling onto it himself. As he moved up the soft duvet, he opened her legs, leaving feather-light kisses from her ankle, stopping when he reached the spot where her thigh met with her core. He kissed just above her trimmed pubic hair, up to her breasts, and then her mouth, which was waiting eagerly for him as she watched his progress, slight chills and tremors running through her.

She clutched his shoulders as he balanced on one hand, the muscles rippling under her fingers. His other hand made its way down her body to her core. He cupped her mound with his palm before allowing his pinkie finger to slide up and down her slick slit. She moaned at the light touch and he smiled into their kiss before pulling away and turning the attentions of his mouth to her neck, she threw her head back against the soft pillow.

His middle and pointer fingers teased her clit while his tongue and teeth played with her ear. She couldn’t stop the little mewling sounds from leaving her open mouth, and they only served to egg him on. One finger made its way into her opening, caressing her inner walls as his thumb continued to play with her clit. She started undulating slightly against his hand, and he added another finger as he sucked a nipple into his mouth.

Hermione was on sensory overload with all the new sensations to her body. While she had gotten a taste at the World Cup, she had had no idea how pleasurable physical intimacy could be, and at that moment, her only thought was that she hoped he never stopped what he was doing to her.

His head had made its way back to her centre, where it met with his hand. Much to her chagrin, he pulled his hand away from her, but her protests died on her lips as his fingers were replaced with the warm wetness of his tongue licking up and down her folds. He flattened his tongue to lap at her clit, pulling away just in time to stop her impending orgasm before delving into body with his tongue, tasting her very essence. He couldn’t get enough of her taste, her fragrance, and he breathed in deeply through his nose, trying to memorise everything about this experience.

His fingers made their way back to her core, caressing her insides while his tongue went back to her clit, finally bringing her over the edge into oblivion, not stopping his ministrations until she had stopped trembling.

He moved sinuously so he lay next to her and dropped a kiss on her shoulder. She looked at him with hazy eyes, a satisfied smile upturning the corners of her mouth. “I have no idea why we’ve never done this before,” she said huskily as she stared into his eyes.

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“Hermione! Come on, snap back to reality,” Daphne laughed.

“Huh? Oh! Sorry,” Hermione apologised, having been called out again.

“I don’t think the beach is good for you,” Daphne teased. “All you can do is watch the half-naked men and think about sex…. Wait, never mind. I think I’ll join you in this endeavour.” Daphne then turned her eyes to the ocean, where Theo was trying to show Harry how to surf, her own stare going fuzzy after a moment.


Chapter End Notes:

I tricked you, didn't I??? I bet you all thought I was just going to completely skip the smut, which there will be a little bit more of in part 2, along with the rest of Harry's birthday.

So yes, thanks to everyone for reading, and those who are reviewing, and to Lupie for betaing. and here's to hoping that my italics marks worked, because i've never gone back and fixed my italics here before, lol... it just shows up properly everywhere else...--- ok, they didn't so i added in the ~~~.. i dont care for that all too much, but its better than writing "flashback", lol.