By Reason Of Birth

Chapter 44 The Clubhouse

The following Sunday, Blaise and Hermione went on another ‘official’ date, with just the two of them. Blaise took her for a picnic dinner in the English countryside, where there was nothing but fields, pastureland, and the occasional house for kilometres around. They stayed there for hours, talking, kissing, and horsing around.

As the sun set, Blaise laid back on their picnic blanket, resting on his elbows as he watched Hermione. She was spinning in circles, her long skirt flowing around her, and her hair getting caught in the wreath of wildflowers she had made. As she laughed into the wind she was creating, he couldn’t help but think he had never seen her so free. He was almost overwhelmed with his happiness that her heart was finally light. Throughout all of the years since she entered the magical world, even a not-so-casual observer like him was been able to see that she had been stressed with the weight that had been on her shoulders.

When she came back to the blanket, she collapsed to her knees next to him, her face red, her breathing slightly elevated, and her eyes rolling back and forth like she was still spinning on the inside. She leaned forward and caught his lips with her own, and brought her hand to the nape of his neck, where she stroked the fine hairs there. He deepened the kiss, and soon, she was laying on the blanket with him leaning over her. Eventually, he pulled away and lay down next to her, her head resting on his shoulder, and his arm under her neck while his fingers played with her hair. She was reminded of the first time he had tried kissing her, only to be interrupted by Theo.

“What are you laughing about?” he asked as he tilted his head towards her.

“The look on your face when Theo came looking for you and you couldn’t kiss me.”

“He did have very bad timing,” Blaise said, still slightly annoyed with the memory.

“He’s not here to interrupt us now,” Hermione said with a sultry smile as she cuddled against his side, drawing patterns on his stomach through the fabric of his shirt. Before he could say anything in response, her lips were on his in a hungry kiss, and her hand had made its way under his shirt and was running up along his chest.

His hands rested on her hips, before one started roaming the smooth planes of her back. When she started fiddling with his trousers, he rolled them over so he was straddling her, and took her hands in his. “Not here,” he whispered, lightly kissing her lips.

“Why not?” she asked with a tinkling laugh. “It’s not like anyone is going to interrupt.”

“Because I have other plans for you,” he told her, his hot breath against her cheek before he stood up, pulling her with him. With a flick of his wand, their picnic was packed and in the basket they had brought with them.

“What kind of plans?” she asked, her voice low and her eyes flaming with want as they roamed his body, leaving no question as to her hopes of what those plans would be.

“The kind that you’re going to have to wait to see,” he responded back with a smirk.

“You’re no fun!” she accused, playfully smacking his arm. He grabbed hold of her hand, bringing her flush against him as and he wrapped his arms around her, the picnic basket resting against the back of her thighs. She wrapped her arms around his neck, but instead of the kiss she was expecting, she suddenly felt the pull of Apparition, and they disappeared from the small hill they had been standing on.

They reappeared in the back gardens of the house that Blaise now owned. Blaise put down the picnic basket, and before Hermione could ask any questions, he brought his lips down to hers. He would never get tired of kissing her, no matter how long he lived.

When they broke apart, after simply staring into each other’s eyes, their breaths mingling, Hermione smiled up at him. “Where to now?” she asked lowly.

“You’ll see,” he responded mysteriously, taking her hand in his and leading her away from the house and toward the gardens while leaving the picnic basket on the ground. Eventually, they came upon a small cottage; it could have had no more than two rooms, at least if the inside matched the outside. “This used to be my and Theo’s clubhouse when we were little,” he told her.

“Did you have a ‘No Girls Allowed’ sign posted?” she asked with a cheeky grin.

“We did, actually,” he answered with a mock-glare as he led her closer to the small structure.

“You know, most children don’t get actual houses to play in. Most have to build small tree houses… or forts made out of sofa cushions. Those are especially fun,” she said with a nostalgic grin.

Blaise snorted. “My mother may not be strict on many things, but I would have been in so much trouble if I played with her sofa cushions.”

They had reached the cottage, and Blaise opened the door for Hermione to enter first. Behind her back, he quickly pulled out his wand and gave it a quick wave before he stored it back in his pocket. She gasped as fairy lights lit up all around the room to show a path of petals leading through this front room, which had a small kitchenette and two sofas, to the back room. Blaise clasped her hand and brought it to his lips, kissing each knuckle. “It’s so pretty,” she said, looking around.

“Follow the petals,” he advised with a chuckle.

She glanced up at him before she smiled and started towards the back room, hand still ensconced in his. “Oh, Blaise,” she breathed out once she had crossed the threshold. She stared at the room for a moment before she turned back around and threw her arms around his neck. “It’s perfect,” she told him before gently kissing him.

The room had transformed since its clubhouse days, though that did make sense since it was now mostly used as a guest house. The petals continued into the room, and were strewn all about the floor. There was a large bed against the farthest wall, which wasn’t all that far considering that the room was rather small. The duvet and pillows were all black, and white lace curtains fell from the ceiling, gathered together at the corners of the bed, where they would connect if the bed had been a four-poster. All of the fabrics shimmered in the soft candlelight, which was emanating from sconces on every wall.

The kiss deepened, and Blaise started to walk her backwards toward the bed. When she fell down onto it in a seated position, she put her hands against his chest and gently pushed him back. When he gave her a questioning look, she smiled up at him. “I need to visit the loo,” she told him.

“Right over there,” he answered, his head gesturing to a door on one of the walls. She stood up and left him with one last kiss before disappearing behind the door.

When she was done with her business there, she washed her hands and looked at herself in the mirror. Her mouth fell open at the disgraceful situation that was her hair. It was still knotted and windswept, the daisy chain falling apart, but still there. She pulled out her wand, and Banished the flowers away. Each flower came out individually, pulling a bit of her hair with it. She then took a brush from the ledge of the sink and brushed it until the knots were a thing of the past.

She knew that she was taking longer than he was expecting, and she wondered if he was worried that she was getting cold feet. Instead of immediately going back to the room and erasing these fears, though, she once again took out her wand, and looked at herself critically in the mirror. After a moment’s deliberation, she removed all of her clothing, folding most of it and putting it in a neat pile on the floor, before Transfiguring her skirt into a sheer robe with a hood, white feathers trimming the entire garment, and three hook-and-eye closures right at the breasts.

After one more glance into the mirror, she breathed in deeply and opened the door. “I was getting worr…” Blaise started to say, his voice fading away when he caught sight of her. “You are absolutely beautiful,” he breathed out as he quickly stood up from his spot lounging on the bed and took her in his arms.

She responded by kissing him fervourently, her hands cupping his face as he pulled her body flush against his.

Blaise reached his hands to her thighs and lifted her, wrapping her legs around his waist as her arms snaked around his neck, never breaking the kiss. He carried her to the bed and sat her down in the edge of the mattress, her robe floating around her.

He knelt on the floor in front of her, causing her to emit a cry of protest when his lips left hers. He leaned back, resting against his heels as he smiled softly to her, his fingers drawing soft designs against the skin of her feet, slowly making their way up her legs, setting her nerve endings ablaze.

When his hands reached her thighs, still moving slowly upward, he leaned in to gently kiss the inside of her knee, and his lips followed the path set by his hands until he reached the junction at the top of her legs. He grabbed each of her legs and draped them over his shoulders, sending her a lecherous grin before he dove face-first into her thatch of glistening curls.

One of his hands rested on her ribs while the other held a thigh in place as he made the first swipe to her concealed depths. She let out a gasp at the contact, which was quickly followed by a moan when his tongue delved deeper in a long, broad stroke. He started nipping at her labia before he sucked her bundle of nerves into his mouth.

As he laved that sensitive part of her with his tongue and teeth, his hand that had been on her thigh moved so he could penetrate her with his fingers. He gently slid in one digit, and started undulating it within her in the way he had learned she liked best through their explorations of each other’s bodies over the past weeks. She rubbed against him, her movements quickening as she responded to his ministrations with breathy moans.

He pulled away from her clit, dragging his teeth against it in the process, and added a second finger. He licked his way around her slick, pink skin, teasing her with light caresses while his fingers pummelled her. He started a scissoring motion inside her, stretching her out and readying her for what he hoped was to come. He had never done this before to her, and she started to buck against him so hard she practically dislodged him from his place on the floor. The hand that had started out at her ribs, and had been gently drawing circles on her stomach, which was a particularly sensitive area for her, moved to hold her down while he went back to her clit with a new fervour.

No matter how many times he performed this particular act on her, he would never get tired of it. He loved the feeling of her unravelling under his mouth and his hands, and knowing that he was the only person that held that power over her. She was soon coming undone around him, and he latched onto her, his fingers still moving within her until she was laying flat on her back, her breasts heaving under the sheer robe and her hands clutching clumps of the duvet beneath her.

He crawled above her slowly, taking his time to caress over possible inch of her with his tongue. When he arrived at her breasts, her robe was still in tact, but he moved the fabric to fully expose them before he palmed one, his fingers playing with her pebbled nipple while his mouth started work with the other. Her fingers were wrapped in his hair, holding him against her until he pulled away and gave the same attention to the other.

When his lips finally met hers, their bodies were rubbing against each other with abandon, and while the feeling of his shorts against her hot pussy was delightfully rough, Hermione suddenly had the overpowering desire to feel his skin against hers. She ran her fingers along his chest, bringing his shirt up with them, until she finally pulled the shirt above his head, ripping herself away from the passionate kiss.

He groaned at the loss of her lips against his own, but when his shirt was gone, and her lips crashed with the damp skin of his chest, his groan turned into one of pleasure. She gave his nipples the same attention he had afforded her, her hands busy with the fly of his bottoms. When she finally had them undone, she pushed them down as far as she could before she took his straining cock in her hand, looking down at it hungrily.

He quickly rid himself of the rest of his clothes before fumbling with the clasps of her robe, eventually giving up and just ripping it apart. She gave a deep moan as she watched him tear through the fabric, and leaned upwards just enough to remove the sleeves from her body so the fabric was simply pooled beneath her on the bed and no longer connected to her body.

She reached down and retook his cock in her hand stroking it slowly, her grasp firm.
Hermione loved the feel of his length, and she found it increasingly harder and harder to not feel him through his trousers when they were with their friends. Due to the few times she had failed to stop herself, Blaise had become aware of this new obsession of hers, and he found that his ego wasn’t the only thing that swelled when she would chance a touch to his clothed member.

“Blaise,” she whimpered plaintively, and he responded in kind, barely able to concentrate on his current task of leaving a mark on her neck with her hand wrapped around him so deliciously. “I want you in me. Now,” she moaned.

He stilled above her, having been waiting to hear those words for some time. “Are you sure?” he asked, breathing heavily as he looked into her eyes for any sign of hesitance. What he saw instead was an array of emotions: anticipation, lust, only a slight bit of fear, and something else that he couldn’t place.

“Yes. Blaise, I love you, and I want to share this with you. I want to be with you in every way possible,” she told him earnestly, hoping not only that he wanted to do this with her, but that he reciprocated her feelings. She had never before said them to another person in a romantic way before, and she felt as though she had metaphorically jumped off a cliff without knowing whether her parachute was packed properly.

“I love you too, Hermione. I’ve loved you for quite some time,” he responded after a brief pause, the truth in his words showing plainly in his eyes. She crashed her lips against his and pulled him against her. He almost slipped from atop her, and he started to laugh as he stood up. She chuckled along with him as she slid higher up on the duvet so she was no longer at the edge of the bed, but in the middle.

He crawled up to her, and his sinuous body reminded her of a panther and he closed in upon her as though she were his prey. He pounced upon her, their lips meeting in a harsh kiss. His hand found its way back to her core, only to find that she was dripping with need. He entered her with two fingers to reinforce his earlier ministrations, and she was quickly writing beneath him once again.

“Blaise, please,” she whined against his ear.

He pulled his fingers away from her, and replaced them with his cock at her entrance. She wrapped her legs around his waist, trying to spread herself as wide as she could for him. “This is going to hurt at first. I’d change it if I could, but I can’t,” he murmured to her as he coated the tip of his cock in her juices.

She nodded her head in ascent, and he dipped his cock into her, not going very deep at all. When he pulled back and thrust in again, he went in a little deeper, and the muscles in his arms and back were corded with the tension in his body. Even just this little taste of her was amazing, and he didn’t think that he would be able to last long once he was fully buried within her moist heat.

“Stop teasing and just get it over with,” she pleaded, wanting the painful part to be done with as soon as possible. He gave a short nod before he gave a powerful thrust, and buried himself to the hilt.

She gasped loudly, and he immediately stilled. Her eyes were closed, and there was a lone tear leaking from one of them. He wanted nothing more than to move, but he wouldn’t move even a milimeter until she said he could. He kissed the tear from her eye before moving to her mouth with a soft, sensuous kiss.

Sooner than he expected, she moved her hips tentatively, and he slowly pulled away from her until he nearly slipped out of her before pushing back in just as slowly. He continued at this agonizingly slow pace for nearly a full minute, ecstasy filling him at her tightness, but being driven mad with the lack of friction. He let her control the pace from below him, gradually speeding up until she was moaning in what sounded like pleasure.

His heart swelled to know that she was no longer in pain, and he attacked her neck with his mouth once again, murmuring words of praise and affection in her ear. When he started to feel his completion coming on, he bent over and took a pebbled nipple in his mouth, his fingers rubbing desperately at her clit in an effort to bring her over the edge once again, this time with him.

She came far quicker than he had anticipated, having just had an orgasm, but he was thankful for it, because as her walls clamped around him he could no longer keep himself back, and he peaked, filling her with his hot seed.

He lay on top of her, his weight resting on his forearms, both of their breathing highly laboured. When they had both caught their breaths, he pulled out of her, and lay down next to her, pulling her against him. She cuddled up against him, looking up at him with satiated eyes. “You are amazing, Blaise, and I love you,” she told him sleepily before she rested her head against his sweat-drenched chest and fell asleep.

“I love you, too,” he responded as he pushed back her sweaty hair and kissed her temple. She was peaceful while she slept, and he listened to her steady breathing contently. He loved her- he had known that for quite some time now, but the fact that she loved him back filled him with a warmth he didn’t expect. Slowly but surely, all of his dreams were coming true, and he had never been happier.

Chapter End Notes:
yay!!!! so, thanks as always go to the greatness of lupie, and to the readers and the reviewers. all that is now left is the epilogue, which i will be posting on new years eve.