WHAT YOU MEAN TO ME

Chapter Four


As soon as her portrait was closed, Hermione slipped a red bean in Blaise’s mouth as she pushed him back against the wall, her hands busy pulling up his shirt to touch skin.

Blaise sagged against the wall as he started to suck on the candy, the feeling of someone licking his cock making him groan out loud. His head went back against the wall as Hermione started to lick and nibble his neck. “Gods....Mya,” he moaned as he searched for her hand to place it over his aching erection.

She pulled away slightly to pull his shirt over his head then reached up to capture his very willing mouth in a searing kiss, while her hand gripped his erection through his jeans. Her tongue probed into his mouth, his meeting hers, the tip of his playing with the stud in her tongue.

His hands went to the edge of her sweater and slipped inside to touch the heated skin at her waist. He loved the feel of her, the feel of the softest satin. He pulled away from the kiss. “Can we take this somewhere more comfortable?” he smirked sexily, and a little breathlessly.

She grinned back at him, then toed off her runners and led him to her bedroom, pulling her sweater over her head on the way to toss it carelessly on the couch.

He gazed longingly at her backside in the loose fitting jeans, then moved up to her back, his mouth going dry as inch by inch of her bare back was revealed as she slipped the sweater over her head, leaving a thin strip of red satin of her bra showing. Her pants seemed to tighten over her backside as her hand slipped in her front pocket to take out the mesh covered package of beans. He barely caught it as she threw it over her shoulder.

He reached out for her to slip his arms around her waist to pull her close to him, the bare skin of her back warm against his chest. His hand glided up her firm stomach, his fingers grazing the gold hoop at her navel on the way up, then rested just under her breast, the silk cool to his warm hands as he lowered his mouth to the side of her neck. He started nibbling on her lower neck just at the juncture of her shoulder, eliciting a low moan from her throat. She arched her neck to the side as he slowly sucked on the skin, her hand going over his at her waist.

“So you liked that kiss Draco gave you?” he asked by her ear, his hand moving up to cup her breast, his fingers searching for the peak that was aching for his touch.

“It was surprising,” she answered huskily, then gave a small moan as his hand slipped into the side of her bra.

“So, did you like it?” he repeated smiling against the side of her neck as he undid her jeans one handed.

“Yes,” she said breathlessly, then bent her head back against his shoulder while his hand slipped into the top of her panties.

Her hands went to her jeans to slip them over her hips where they fell the rest of the way down her legs. “It feels like you enjoyed that,” he said by her ear as his fingers found she was wet. He slid two fingers down her slit to slide between the folds. “Or was Snape’s kiss the one that made you so wet?”

“Mmm....no....Draco’s,” she panted. “What about...oh gods...right there,” she moaned as his fingers slid up to her clit. “What...about...you?”

“What about me?” he asked hoarsely as he grinded his erection against her bottom.

She pulled away reluctantly, his fingers leaving a wet trail over her stomach and hip as she turned to face him. She nudged him backwards until the back of his legs hit her bed. “Did you like Draco’s kiss?” she smirked then moved her hands to her back to unclasp her bra.

“Would you hold it against me if I said yes?” he asked as his hands went to her hips to pull her between his legs.

“No, it was a turn on to see that,” she said while her hands slipped to her panties to push them over her hips. “Looks like you two had done that before though.”

His hands skimmed down her thighs, pushing the red scrap of silk down her legs. “We have,” he answered gazing hungrily at the thatch of curls in front of him.

“When?” she asked kneeling between his legs.

“A few years ago.”

“Who bottomed?” she asked leaning forward to kiss his chest.

He leaned back on his hands and watched her move her lips closer to a nipple. “Both of us,” he replied bucking his hips up as her teeth grazed his nipple. “Why the questions Mya?”

She drew back and ran her hands up his thighs to stop at the snap and zipper. “Just curious,” she shrugged. “I can imagine it in my head,” she smiled.

“And you like that?” he asked moving his hips off the bed so she could slip his jeans and boxers over his hips.

“It would be something to see,” she smirked looking down at his full erection. She licked her lips then leaned down to swipe at the glistening drop of pre-cum that was leaking from the tip with her tongue.

“Mmm....more Mya,” he groaned, his hands going to her shoulders.

Instead, she leaned up a bit to kiss his upper stomach, his erection nestled in between her breasts. “How long do you think Malfoy’s been wanting to kiss me?” she asked probing her tongue into his navel.

“Don’t know, you’ll have to ask him,” he answered breathlessly as his hands went to her sides to push her breasts together, tightening their hold on his cock. He started to thrust up, his leaking cock lubricating the tight chasm.

She angled her head down to brush her tongue over the head of his cock as he thrust up. “Maybe I will...wonder if he tastes as good as you,” she said as her lips went around the crown of his cock, her tongue stud hitting the sensitive underside of his length.

His hand went to the back of her head to guide her lower. “I guess.....you’ll...have to....try...him...out,” he moaned as she took him deeper in her mouth.

She shifted to lean back on her knees as she gripped the base of his cock, using long broad strokes of her tongue up his length as he watched with heavy lidded eyes. Her tongue continued to tease the underside of his shaft, the stud sending jolts of pleasure through his lower body.

“Please..Mya,” he begged pushing his hips towards her more.

She locked gazes with him as she opened her mouth wide and slowly lowered her mouth down his length, the tip hitting the back of her throat. She started to move her mouth up and down the shaft, moaning as Blaise started to thrust up into her mouth, the vibration of her humming bringing him closer to release.

Just when he was on the brink of exploding in her mouth, he groaned as she pulled back. “Fuck Mya,” he said, his voice hoarse. She had just grinned up at him, then trailed little kisses over his hips. He pulled her up against him, then shifted around so she was on her back. His hand went between their bodies to position the head of his cock at her slick opening then pushed forward, fast and hard......over and over again.

“Gods...Blaise, faster,” she panted wrapping her legs around his waist.

He started to drive into her fast and hard, his arms going around her upper back to grip her shoulders. He leaned in as she arched her neck back to nibble onto her skin. He kept a steady, fast rhythm, her hips raising off the mattress at the force of his thrusts.

Her nails dug into his back as the building pressure finally exploded through her lower body. Her inner walls clutched his shaft tight, letting him know that she came. He thrust deep inside of her, grinding against her as he let himself go, emptying himself in her warmth.

He trailed wet kisses up her neck, to her jaw, then finally to her lips. He brushed his lips over hers in a soft caress as their panting breaths became more regular. He slowly withdrew from her to roll onto his back, pulling her with him as she snuggled into his side.

“We never did try any of those beans,” she smirked, looking down at him.

“Next time,” he grinned.

“Do you have to go right away?” she asked kissing the side of his neck.

“No...unless you want me to go,” he replied, his hand gliding down her back to rest at her hip. “Maybe another guy is waiting for me to leave,” he teased.

“There’s only you Blaise....although...” she hedged.

“Although you’d like another snake in your bed,” he smirked.

“Do you mind?” she asked. “Would it bother you to share me?”

“Not really. I know what we have is special, and the sex is always explosive between us,” he said kissing her cheek. “I know Draco is a good guy...and if I had to share you with someone, he is more than okay.”

“We’ll see. I’ll have to get past the attitude a bit first,” she grinned.

“If that kiss was any indication, you’ll have no problems,” he replied.

“What about you Blaise? Is there anyone else you would like to have?”

“Gods, no! You are more than enough for me...sometimes too much,” he laughed.

“Oh? Do I tire you out Blaise?” she asked as her hand glided down his chest.

“Hmmm,” he moaned as her hand went further down to wrap around his half erect cock. “Sometimes...but don’t stop,” he replied as his one hand went to the back of her neck to pull her down for a heated kiss, while the other skimmed up her side to cup the fullness of her breast.

Several hours later Blaise stumbled into the Slytherin common room. He went directly to his bed where he managed to kick off his shoes, then went down face first, passing out as soon as his head hit the pillow.

Draco woke up fairly early and got ready for the day. He peeked his head into Blaise’s room to see him still asleep. He looked at the time to see breakfast was just starting in the Great Hall, so he nudged Blaise’s leg to wake him.

“Go ‘way,” Blaise mumbled burrowing more into the blankets.

“Time to get up Blaise,” Draco said grinning as he pulled the pillow from under Blaise’s head. “What time did you get in anyway?”

Blaise blearily looked to his clock, then turned on his back. “About five hours ago...gods Mya tires me out,” he said tiredly.

“Mya?” Draco asked, his attention perked at the name of the mystery girl.

Blaise groaned and sat up. “Never mind Drake,” he said rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

“Is she in seventh year? I don’t recall that name,” Draco said sitting on the end of the bed.

“Drop it Drake. I’m not ready to tell you yet,” Blaise replied grinning as he got up to pull his shirt over his head.

Draco watched Blaise partially undress. “Nice scratches there Blaise,” he smirked getting a good glimpse of his back.

“Yeah,” Blaise simply said then went into the bathroom to have a quick shower.

Draco sat on the bed to wait for him. When he came out he couldn’t help but to admire the muscled body of his best friend. The towel hung precariously low on his hips, where a glimpse of the upper thigh could be seen as the towel gaped when he was walking. He saw many more marks on the darker skin, most notably a dark red hickie just at the edge of the towel on the stomach. He looked up to Blaise’s eyes to see him looking back at him.

“Something bothering you Drake?” Blaise asked slipping a pair of boxers on under the towel.

“I wanted to apologize,” Draco said looking to the floor so he wouldn’t have to look at Blaise getting dressed.

“For what?”

“For that kiss yesterday. I don’t know why I did that,” Draco replied playing with a loose thread on his robes.

“No need to apologize. Actually I’m kind of flattered,” he grinned. “And it was the beans that you ate that made you do it.”

“Beans?” Draco asked looking up.

“Yeah. Remember those jelly beans that were on our tables yesterday?” Blaise asked. At Draco’s nod he continued. “Well, those beans are from the Weasley’s shop.” He then took out the net bag from his jeans pocket. “Each color does something a little different. Those white ones you ate make you want to kiss your heart’s desire,” he smirked.

“What?!” Draco cried. “But I kissed Granger too.”

“Yeah, I know,” Blaise replied, grinning at Draco. “Anything you want to tell me?”

“I can’t possibly...I mean...Granger...I don’t even like her,” Draco mumbled incoherently.

“And me?” Blaise asked sitting next to him on the bed.

Draco looked up again to see the humor gone from Blaise’s eyes, but a look of trust and seriousness instead. “I’ve always cared for you Blaise. “You’re my best friend,” he answered giving him a small smile.

“So, you’ve been dreaming about me then?” Blaise grinned.

Draco’s face flushed pink, “sometimes,” he said shrugging his one shoulder.

“And Hermione?” Blaise asked. “How long have you been dreaming about her?”

“I’ll tell you, if you promise not to say anything. I know you’ve been hanging around with the golden trio lately,” Draco began uncertainly.

“I promise I won’t say anything.”

Draco looked to Blaise and say the sincerity in his eyes. “Since last year,” he sighed. “You’re the only one I’ve admitted this too Blaise, and if you say anything I will personally give you to one of Hagrid’s creatures.”

“So why haven’t you approached her about it?” Blaise answered laughing.

“Why? Maybe because she’s the best friend of ‘Saint Potter’ and the Weasel. Not to mention she’s muggle born,” he grimaced.

“You know....she is a pretty powerful witch, there’s got to be someone in her family that is magical,” Blaise said. ‘Like her fathers family’, he thought to himself. “Maybe it skipped generations or something,”

“It’s possible I suppose,” Draco said as they left the dungeons.

Draco stayed relatively quiet after that on their trek to the Great Hall. As they sat down, their backs to the wall, he looked to Blaise. “So, who’s this Mya?” he grinned, then looked around the Hall to see if there was someone new he never noticed before.

“She’s....amazing, smart, sexy, funny....” Blaise answered dazedly as his eyes fell on the lady in question.

“No such thing,” Draco snorted. “If they’re smart, they’re usually dogs or have ‘a nice personality’. Sexy...they’re usually airheads. I think...she’s a figment of your over sexed imagination,” he smirked.

“Whatever Drake,” Blaise laughed. “Next time I’ll tell my ‘imagination’ to trim her claws next time she runs them down my back as she’s climaxing.”



During their first class, which was History of Magic, Blaise let Draco sample the Weasley’s jelly beans. Harry, Hermione, and Ron sat behind them trying to stifle their laughter at the expressions on Draco’s face after each one....or what they could see when Draco turned to face Blaise.

“Gee...it looks like he likes them,” Hermione said quietly, but loud enough for Blaise and Draco to hear.

Draco turned in his seat to face her. “What’s it to you Granger? These are probably the only things that get you off....or do your little side-kicks help you with that?” he sneered.

Hermione held her hand over Ron’s arm to keep him seated, as he looked like he was going to lunge over the desk after the blonde. Harry just sat there, looking amused over the whole scene, as he looked to Blaise who shook his head grinning. “First of all...it’s not your business who I’m fucking with, even if I’ve slept with the whole Gryffindor house....” she started.

“Which she hasn’t,” Harry interrupted.

“Yeah, right.....:” Draco began.

“And as for those beans...I have had them, as you have,” she smirked cutting him off. She leaned forwards on her desk and reached for his tie, bringing him closer to her. “I distinctly remember a certain snake eating one, then kissing me...quite thoroughly,” she grinned, her face close to his. “Tell me Draco...did you like my tongue stud scraping against yours as you shoved it into my mouth?” she asked suggestively looking down at his mouth.

‘Gods,’ Draco thought to himself as he recalled every second of that kiss as he looked to her mouth. He shifted in his seat, making sure the hem of his shirt covered the obvious arousal showing through his pants. He reached his hand to hers and tugged it away from his tie. “Back off Granger,” he warned quietly.

“Or what? You going to kiss me again?” she taunted.

Blaise saw a few of the other students look their way as the ghostly Professor droned on, and decided to break up the two of them. He pulled on Draco’s sleeve. “Alright already,” he grinned, “we are in class. Although boring as hell...we do need to pay some kind of attention to it.”

“Watch your back Granger,” Draco glared to Hermione.

“You could watch it for me Draco,” Hermione smiled sweetly.

Draco just glared at her and turned his back, muttering under his breath. “Fucking tease...who does she think she is...how dare she...watch her back...right...should hex her and give her a fucking dick...see how she likes it...fucking tease,” he finished quietly not paying attention to Blaise who was grinning at him knowingly.



That night at dinner, Hermione had looked up in surprise to see one of the school owls circling over her. She watched as it gracefully descended to land at the side of her plate. She carefully untied the scrolled parchment and read the brief message while giving the owl some of her beef.

Hermione,
To our dearest, closest friend. We invite you to your ‘surprise’ birthday party this Saturday night on the 19th in the Room of Requirement at about 8:00 p.m.
Love Harry & Ron



Hermione grinned as she finished reading her ‘invitation’. “You could have just told me about it,” she said.

“Yeah, we could have,” Harry shrugged. “I wanted to have a singing stripper announce it in the Great Hall here....but Ron....thought this was a better idea.”

“The stripper sounded like a good idea,” she smirked, “not much of a surprise though,” she added holding up the letter.

“With your ‘extra curricular’ activities you’ve been busy with lately, we wanted to make sure your calender was free for that night,” Harry replied.

“Yeah...who’ve you been busy with lately anyway?” Ron asked.

Hermione looked to Harry who shrugged his shoulders. “He’s bound to find out at the party,” Harry said.

“You know?” Ron asked looking to Harry.

“Ron...the reason I haven’t told you..and there’s only about two or three others that do know..is because of who it is,” Hermione said turning in her seat to face him.

“Well who is it? It’s not like it’s Malfoy......is it?” Ron asked.

“No, it’s not Malfoy...but I plan on getting him sometime soon,” Hermione replied grinning.

“Bloody hell ‘Mione.....Malfoy?” Ron said shaking his head, the purple hair falling over his eyes. “If it’s not him...then who?”

“Blaise,” she answered simply.

“Zabini? So that’s why he’s been hanging around with us,” Ron replied. “I thought he was going after Ginny,” he sighed.

“He’s not that bad Ron,” Harry said.

“No, he’s very good,” Hermione smirked, then started laughing when Ron’s face flushed pink. “We really have to get you laid,” she added after seeing his very embarrassed face.

“Who says I haven’t?” Ron asked looking to Hermione then Harry.

“Who then?” Harry smirked.

“Susan from Hufflepuff,” he replied quietly, “last year.”

“And what happened,” Hermione asked.

“We did ‘it’,” he replied looking down at his empty plate. “It wasn’t a huge deal or anything.”

“You haven’t met the right person then,” Hermione grinned. “You need someone that can rock your world...make you hard just thinking of the memory.”

“Like who? It’s not as if I have girls lining up to get into my pants,” Ron sighed.

“We’ll work on it. There’s a few books I can loan you too,” Hermione said mysteriously.

“What kind of books?” Ron asked.

“Wizarding books on how to pleasure your partners,” she answered then looked to Harry. “Don’t we have detention this Saturday night?” she added just thinking of it.

“Dumbledore said we could serve it the Friday night instead,” Harry answered.


The three of them finished their dinner and then went up to Hermione’s rooms. They all sat looking through the books and laughing at some of the odd positions that were pictured in the pages. Before they knew it, it was time for them to head their separate ways.

As Hermione drifted to sleep that night...alone, she was thinking of how nice it was to spend some time with her two best friends, and vowed to make more of an effort to do so again. Her dreams soon drifted to two other men...one she has, and the other one she wanted...both of them asleep in the serpents lair.


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