By Reason Of Birth

Harry’s Birthday (part 2)

“What did you get for Harry?” Hermione asked Daphne after turning the tables and having to call her friends name a couple of times before the girl looked over.

“Lingerie,” she replied with a smirk. “You?”

Hermione rolled her eyes and shook her head in amusement before answering. “A personalized quidditch ball set.”

“He’ll love it,” Daphne commented.

“Maybe, but I’m sure he’ll prefer yours,” Hermione responded with a laugh as Savannah and Lilah returned from the ocean and laid on their chairs.

“I give it a week. Two tops,” Savannah said, settling down.

“I don’t know,” Lilah returned. “It might not happen at all.”

“Have you even looked at them? Of course it’s going to happen.”

“What’s going to happen?” Hermione and Daphne chorused, both girls slightly confused.

“Ron and Astoria,” Savannah replied. “It’s hard to be near them, there’s so much tension there.”

“But their personalities are not at all compatible,” Lilah argued.

“I never said that they would date,” Savannah defended. “Just that they would shag.” Lilah gave an exasperated sigh, and Hermione and Daphne shared a smile over their friends’ antics. “What?” Savannah said. “Do you want to make a wager on it? I’ll put my money on a week or less.”

“No, I do not want to make a wager,” Lilah said, a hint of disgust at the crassness of betting on her friends’ sex lives seeping into her voice.

“What about you, Hermione? Daphne?” Savannah asked after rolling her eyes at her sister.

“I don’t really think I want to be a part of this,” Hermione laughed, looking out to the ocean, her eyes skimming past Blaise, Theo and Harry to where Ron and Astoria were shamelessly flirting, playfully dunking one another and pretending to try and get away from the other as they splashed around.

“I call between one and two weeks,” Daphne said, also watching the pair. “What are we betting for?”

“Daph, please don’t encourage her,” Lilah groaned, causing Savannah to snicker, Daphne to smirk, and Hermione to smile at them all. Hermione was still getting used to being in a group of friends that consisted of more girls than just her, and she had to admit to herself that she enjoyed their company more than she had expected after watching the pettiness of Lavender and Parvati for the previous six years.

“How about whoever loses pays for a day at Spa Magnifique,” suggested Savannah.

“It’s a deal,” Daphne replied, holding out her hand to shake on it.

Hermione’s gaze moved from Ron and Astoria to once again find Blaise’s toned body on his surfboard, paddling out into the ocean.

Blaise crawled up the bed so he was laying down facing her. He brushed a sweaty tendril of hair behind her ear, and she gave him a warm smile. “Can I touch you?” she asked, shakily. The last time she had asked, he had brought her home, and she was afraid that he would send her away again.

“You can touch me anywhere you want,” he replied huskily, a smirk on his lips as he leaned forward to place a series of light kisses on her lips.

Her hand tentatively touched the soft skin of his hard shaft at the same moment his tongue invaded her mouth. Her fingers grazed over him, barely touching his skin, but the contact was enough for him to moan into her mouth and force himself to stay still. She reached past his shaft, to his balls, which were surprisingly heavy, before moving back to his hard length, her touch never more than a gentle caress.

“You won’t break me, Hermione,” he whispered against her lips as he reached down and laid his hand over hers. He forced her to grasp him tighter than she would have ever imagined before he started moving her hand up and down his cock. She would have thought that she was hurting him, but the look on his face, along with the noises coming from his mouth, told her otherwise.

“I- I think I can take over now,” she stammered as his tongue made contact with her neck, his free hand playing with one of her breasts.

“You sure?” he whispered in her ear before nipping at the lobe.

“Y-Yes,” she breathed out. His hand moved away from hers so that it was playing with her other breast, and she continued the long, deliberate strokes that he had started; he was now arching to meet her at every stroke.

She eventually mustered her resolve, and pulled away from him. He started to open his mouth to protest, but then he saw what she was planning. “Are you sure you want to do this, Hermione?” he asked. “You know you don’t have to,” he told her as she scooted down the bed.

“I know I don’t have to. I want to,” she replied, her voice trembling as she looked up at him, her nervousness showing clearly in her features.

Before she could psyche herself out, she leaned over and took just the head of his cock in her mouth. He was wholly different from what she had expected. While she had noticed that his skin easily moved over his hardness when she had used her hand on him, feeling it with her lips and tongue was a completely different thing. Breathing in through her nose, she inhaled his musky scent, and could feel herself becoming turned on from the anticipation of the act she was about to perform.

She flicked her tongue across the tip, and dipped it into the slit at the top. He tasted salty, and she groaned before sliding further down his shaft, taking more of him into her mouth. It hit the back of her throat, triggering her gag reflex and causing her to quickly pull away, though she kept her mouth around him. She lowered her mouth again, only not going quite so far down this time, and sucked gently on his flesh, forming her cheeks around his length.

Blaise was doing his best to control himself and not start pumping into her mouth with abandon. Instead, his hands grasped the duvet, his knuckles turning white with the strain. “Use your hand, too,” he instructed her through his pants, and she immediately complied.

She brought her hand to his shaft, pumping it up and down, meeting her lips with every stroke. After a few minutes, he couldn’t control himself any longer and warned her that he was about to come, and if she didn’t want it in her mouth, she should stop what she was doing.

Hermione immediately pulled her mouth away, but left her hand to finish the job as her lips moved to his chest to play with the hardened nubs of his nipples. When he came, it was in hard spurts that covered both their bodies and her hand, which had continued caressing him until he was completely spent.

After a few minutes, he grabbed his wand from the clothes that had been left on the floor and cleaned them off before pulling her to him, and laying on the bed with her in his arms. Hermione curled up against him with a smile on her face, her entire body feeling warm and happy. That had been the most amazing experience of her life, and while she knew that she still was not ready to take that next step, she was no longer afraid about it.

Hermione was brought to reality by the feeling of lips chapped from the salt water brushing against her own. She smiled into the kiss as her friends cat-called around them. Blaise then seated himself between her legs and leaned against her body, soaking the front of her. She idly played with his hair as she turned her attention back to her friends.

“I’m starving,” Harry commented as he sat on the edge of Daphne’s chair. “Where are you all planning on taking me for dinner?” he asked with a joking grin.

Ron, who had dropped right onto the sand with Astoria next to Daphne’s chair, gave him a playful shove while Hermione and Daphne rolled their eyes.

“Where do you want to go?” Theo asked from his spot on Lilah’s chair.

“I could go for some Italian,” he responded. “Or some Indian. Maybe even some Mexican or Chinese. I’m pretty much open.”

“So English it is,” Theo answered with a grin. Harry gave him a look that plainly showed he wasn’t amused, and everyone burst out laughing, except for Ron and Astoria, who were whispering to one another.

“I could always have the house-elves make something,” Blaise pointed out. After a lengthy discussion, with no more than three people agreeing on any one type of food, they decided to have the house-elves cook them a surprise.

After they all had showered and dressed, they converged to eat their dinner, which consisted entirely of breakfast foods. Not soon after Harry finished opening his presents, the group Flooed back to Blaise’s, where they went their separate ways. Harry and Daphne were in a rush to get back to Grimmauld Place and put her present into use, and Lilah and Savannah had a curfew to adhere to. Astoria and Ron each went to their own homes.

After giving Blaise a short kiss, Hermione left him with her brother so the two could have some time together. Both boys had been spending a lot of their time with their girlfriends, and neither had had much time to spend with just the two of them. Hermione knew that while neither would admit it, they both missed the other, and she wanted them to do whatever it was that the two of them did when they were on their own.

Chapter End Notes:
thanks as always to the readers, the reviewers, and the greatness of lupie. and since i don't want to forget to finish updating this fic here, i have decided to post the rest of it here now... so have fun with the next 4 chapters instead of the usual 2, lmao.