Getting Ahead

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Chapter Four – Night Terroritis

Blaise could immediately tell by Hermione’s disorderly curls and flustered state of being that Malfoy’s detention had been a lot more interesting than his patrolling had been thus far. Hermione’s shirt was back to its customary state, being buttoned modestly and not skin tight, that is; and her tie had been carefully redone. Blaise knew the drill well; dungeons, hot sex, scourgify, then fix your clothing. ’How very stealthy of her.’ So naturally, he assumed she was screwing around with his sexually ambitious house mate. Unnaturally, however, this inspired resentment in him rather than the usual indifference his cool attitude normally allowed.

Hermione watched Blaise’s features transform from a welcoming grin, to a scowl, and just knew what he must be thinking after taking in her tousled locks and swollen lips. She was going to put her foot down and squash this before it even began. “Before you say one word; no I was not romping around in the dungeons with your prick friend Draco fucking Malfoy, so please do not make me think less of you, or insult me by suggesting it.”

Blaise had to laugh and once again offered her his wonderfully charming grin, the dimple in his left cheek danced in and out. “Never one to beat around the bush are you Hermione?” Hermione smiled back and playfully ruffled his short brunette hair to ease the tension from her previous harsh words. “Come on then, let’s start patrolling so I can get back to our dorm and write your best mate a howler. Honestly Blaise, I don’t know how you put up with him.” Blaise chuckled and followed Hermione up the stairs to the first destination they always visited when looking for curfew-breaking-lip-locking-couples, the restricted section of the library.

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Overall, Blaise concluded that it had been an amusing patrol. For starters, walking behind Hermione up the many staircases with her shortened skirt had given him an awe-inspiring view. Then, Hermione had questioned him about how he had come to be so intoxicated last night; out of curiosity might he add, not to scold him. After explaining the wizarding game of ‘Hot Seat’ to her, telling her a few of the more comical aspects of the previous night, and much convincing Blaise had finally persuaded Hermione to give her word that she would at least try the game once before graduation.

Upon arrival to the Heads Dorm, the two parted at the top of the stairwell to enter their respective bedrooms with a pleasant “goodnight.” Hermione undressed slowly, avoiding her image in the mirror. She was moderately ashamed of herself. What kind of Head Girl was she to try to tease another student, especially with her body! ‘I can’t bloody well write Professor McGonagall and tell her Malfoy scourgified the cauldrons in order to come on to me, or he’ll rat me out about my clothing, or lack thereof…’ Hermione reasoned as she unhurriedly pulled her brush through her long silky hair. She sat Indian style on her bed in her plain grey sweatpants and a black tank top, brushing her hair, and weighing her options for about fifteen minutes, then there was a knock on her door.

“It’s open.” Hermione called, laying her brush to the side and standing. Blaise came in slowly, too slowly. “Blaise…?”

“Hermione, I think I’ve caught the night terroritis!” Blaise bellowed dramatically, then dove headlong onto her bed, landing face down on her crimson comforter. Hermione controlled her urge to laugh and carefully converted her features into a feigned look of concern. She eased herself back onto the bed and crawled slowly towards him, just as he turned his face to watch her movements. She sat on her knees beside him and reached up to place her hand on his forehead.

“Why Blaise, you’re burning up!” She leaned in closer to peer into his dark eyes. “And your eyes are definitely brown...it must mean…you’re full of shit.” She playfully slapped his arm. “Night terroritis isn’t contagious you snake!”

Blaise grinned wickedly and propped himself up with one arm. “Well worth a try, wasn’t it?”

Hermione laughed. “Wasn’t very effective was it?”

Blaise shrugged and pushed himself up, turning to face her. “I wouldn’t say my efforts were completely in vain.” He purred suggestively, gesturing to himself on her bed.

Hermione’s eyes wandered down his topless torso, his toned body was lean, but far from scrawny. The muscles of his abdomen, arms, and chest were well defined; Hermione may not be particularly fond of quidditch, but she wasn’t too dense to admit it did wonders for the male physique. His Italian roots were definitely to his advantage, his skin was bronze and deliciously flawless; and paired with his dark eyes and hair…’Yum.’

Blaise tilted his head and began to slowly lean in to Hermione. It was taking all of his self control not to pin her to the bed and kiss her until she begged for mercy. Her exquisite body was going to put him over the edge, especially her braless top half, enticingly revealed by the low cut of her black tank top.

Hermione closed her eyes, and threw caution to the wind. Blaise kissed her softly, then pulled back an inch or two. She opened her eyes to look into his, and she was astonished to see them smoldering with desire. Blaise went back in after giving her what he considered ample time to raise any objections, which she hadn’t. He deepened the kiss, sucking lightly at her bottom lip. Hermione brought her arms up to wrap around his neck, at the same time that he lifted her from her waist to bring her to him, setting her to straddle his hips.

Blaise ran his hands down the sides of her slim body, lightly brushing the swell of her breasts with his thumbs. He would never, as long as he lived, forget the soft moan Hermione made against his mouth or the way she had unconsciously rocked her hips gently against his when he had done that.

Hermione’s body was on fire, everywhere their body made contact was burning. She couldn’t recall one kiss in her entire life that compared to this. Ron’s had been sloppy and inexperience, Harry’s had been brotherly pecks, Viktor’s were nice, but brief, and Draco’s had been forced and unwanted. Even during her short time of dating Dean, he had never made her feel like this. Maybe Pansy Parkinson had the right idea after all.

Blaise skillfully slid his tongue along her bottom lip, enticing hers to come out to play. Almost as if practiced, their tongues danced against one another’s in perfect rhythm. Blaise couldn’t get enough, he tangled one hand into her mass of soft tresses and pulled slightly, tilting her head back. The new position provided him the access he craved; he moved his mouth from her lips, down to her throat. He kissed, nibbled, and sucked his way down to the junction of her neck and shoulder. He paused there long enough to suckle until a dark red smudge appeared against her golden complexion. Hermione was unconsciously sliding her nails gently against his shoulder blades, and it was driving him wild.

Hermione bit her lip to keep from sighing aloud in pleasure. Blaise was tracing her collarbone with his tongue lightly. Her small hands glided down his broad chest to slide along the exterior perimeter of his flannel pajama pants hanging loosely from his hips. Hermione couldn’t help but grin at the loud groan Blaise emitted; it was definitely a boost to her ego; especially when she felt his lower half buck against hers.

Blaise tore his mouth away from her sweet smelling skin and grasped the bottom of her tank top. Hermione studied his face for a second before raising her arms above her head. Blaise wasted no time pulling it up and over her head. He tenderly kissed her mouth again, his way of thanking her for trusting him. He cupped each of Hermione’s firm breasts in a hand and palmed her erect nipples.

He smiled against her lips when she arched her back, pushing her chest further into his hands. Blaise flipped Hermione onto her back, settling his hips between her thighs. He gave her a wolfish smile before lowering his head.

Hermione wrapped her legs around his waist tightly and audibly gasped when Blaise sucked her taunt pink nipple into his mouth. She’d never let anyone go this far with her, the sensations were new and overwhelming.

Blaise could tell Hermione’s body was inexperienced, which only made this more enjoyable for him. He blew lightly on the wet nipple he had just released and swiped his tongue back across it quickly, repeating the action a few times before switching to the other breast.

The warm then cold affect Blaise was causing on her nipples had Hermione writhing beneath him and gripping his shoulders tightly. Blaise took his time kissing back up her body until he reached her mouth again. He kissed her gently. “I should probably go.” He took notice of the questioning look in her eyes, and directed her hand to his rock hard cock. A hot blush flooded Hermione’s cheek. “Oh. Right.”

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I realize that this chapter was short, so sorry for that but I’m in the middle of exams. However, I did want to post it and at least begin chapter 5, which I am still brainstorming. Reviews please! (: