Tell Me

Tell Me



DISCLAIMER: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.



Chapter Five:



“Hermione,” said Lavender Brown. “There you are. I’ve been looking for you for ages.”



“What is it?” said Hermione as she put on her prefect polite smile. She had not spoken to Lavender ever since Lav had been so snide to her the week before. The disturbingly sexual dreams about Malfoy had tapered off. Nearly.



“You were completely right about that idiot Ron,” said Lavender angrily. “I’ve just heard.”



“Oh,” said Hermione innocently. Her heart began to thump uncomfortably.



“To think he likes that Hufflepuff girl,” said Lavender. Two bright red spots were on her cheeks. “She may be pretty but she’s thick as a post. She probably nods and smiles to everything he says like it was Dumbledore speaking. That prat. I can’t believe I let him kiss me last week. He’s not that handsome. His brother Bill is far better looking.”



“Oh,” said Hermione as she felt her heart thump harder as Lavender’s words sunk in. She grinned to herself as she noticed that the simpering, giggling Lavender was not to be seen.



“I’m sorry that I was so uncharitable to you the other week,” said Lavender in a rush. “I’ve been searching for a way to apologize. It’s just that I thought that Ron liked you or at least that you and he had an understanding. We shouldn’t let something as stupid as a boy come in between us girls.”



Hermione nodded as she saw the sincerity pouring out of Lavender’s teary eyes. Girls sometimes did mad things when they were jealous. She accepted Lavender’s apology and pushed her own mixed up feelings to the back of her head.



“Who is the Hufflepuff girl?” asked Hermione casually as she looked down at her parchment.



“Susan Bones!” said Lavender with a frown. “Ever since she came back from France over the summer, she’s been insufferable. All she talks about is boys and her hair. I think that shade of red is rather unnatural, don’t you? And so what if she’s discovered make-up?”



“And a push up bra,” thought Hermione dryly.



“I think I will set my eyes on one of those Slytherin lads,” said Lavender as her eyes narrowed. “It will drive Weasley mental. I won’t let him think he’s got to me. To think I actually let him grope me UNDER my jumper. I am such a fool. That Theo Nott has gotten very handsome over the summer. Or else Blaise Zabini. He’s so elegant. I’d have a go at Malfoy but I am too afraid of Parkinson. He must have “Property of Pansy’ tattooed on his arse the way she carries on.”



“I wouldn’t count on that,” said Hermione with an arched eyebrow. “I’ve caught him with other girls.”



“Oh, please,” said Lavender with a toss of her long hair. “He may fuck around a lot but mark my words; Pansy will have him in the end. They probably have a betrothal contract waiting at Malfoy Manor. But he is so delicious looking. I love those eyes and that pouty mouth.”



“Oh,” said Hermione with a dry laugh. “He knows how to pout alright. But really, Lavender, do you think Ron will even notice?”



“True,” said Lavender with a mischievous light in her eyes. “But I will have fun finding out if all those rumors about the Slytherins are true.”



The Gryffindor Common Room:



Hermione was putting the finishing touches on her charms essay just before curfew. She gave Ron a vague smile when he threw himself in a chair opposite her and looked at her with bright, curious eyes.



“Hello Ron,” said Hermione a touch coolly.



“Hermione,” asked Ron as he tilted his head and looked at her with a frown. “You look different.”



“Is there something in my hair?” asked Hermione as she touched her hair anxiously.



“No,” said Ron with a light laugh. He reached out and touched her curly hair with careless flick of his fingers. “It feels so alive. “ He ran his hand down her hair with a caressing gesture.



Hermione stiffened and looked at Ron with surprise. She shivered lightly as he wrapped a curl around a long finger. She looked into his rapt face and saw the sensual gleam in his eyes and licked her lips unconsciously. A heavy silence fell between them. Ron’s bright blue eyes moved from her hair to her face. He smiled slowly and it made Hermione shiver with longing. The latent attraction she always seemed to have had to Ron sprang to life. She normally suppressed her attraction to him ruthlessly. But his petting hand made her body come alive with want.



The sound of someone coming down the stairs to the common room ruined the moment between them. Hermione gritted her teeth in annoyance. She gathered her parchments together as she half listened to Ron greet Seamus. She had her back turned and then she whirled around anxious to make a retreat. The warm feeling in her stomach had dissipated and she just wanted to get away from him.



“Hermione,” whispered Ron as he reached out and curled his fingers around her slender wrist. Hermione looked around in shock but Seamus was no longer there. That sensual silence between them fell again. She let him tug her closer and looked into his sleepy eyes.



“Yes,” said Hermione huskily as she was torn between waiting for Ron to kiss her and throwing her arms around him and kissing him senseless. His next words were like a splash of cold water to her senses.



“I needed to tell you something,” said Ron as his face flushed uncomfortably. “I’ve told Harry and he felt I should tell you before you find out on your own.”



“What is it?’ asked Hermione as her voice quivered and she tried to pull away from him.



“I’ve fallen in love,” blurted out Ron as his face went scarlet.



“With Susan Bones,” said Hermione coolly. She congratulated herself on keeping her voice steady.



“Yes,” whispered Ron. “Are you angry with me?”



“Why should I be?” asked Hermione as she tried to tug her wrist out of his firm grip yet again. She felt almost choked with anger. Time and time again, Ron would do things like touch her hair or look at her with longing and she would hope against hope itself that he would finally confess to her that he loved her. But he had just told her that he was ‘in love’ with another girl. Unless she was mistaken, he seemed to want her approval. Gods, he was so thick.



“Okay,” said Ron uncertainly. He let go of Hermione’s wrist when she wrested her arm away rather forcefully. “Seamus and Neville seemed to think that you would be angry but I told them that they were mental. You, Harry and I are friends and friends can tell each other anything.”



Hermione could feel her heart contract when he said those words and she nodded. Even Neville and Seamus had noticed her attraction to Ron. She felt on the verge of tears when she realized that maybe Ron didn’t like her in the way she liked him. Maybe their unspoken thing had remained unspoken because it was only coming from her side. Maybe that was the reason he had never acted on what Hermione thought was his attraction to her. Hermione could feel the sting of his rejection down to her toes but her expression never wavered. She gave Ron a non-committal shrug and told him that she needed to make the prefect’s bathroom before curfew.



Ron watched her go with a smile that faded when Hermione disappeared from view. No matter how hard he tried, he would still carry a torch for Hermione. He found her so beautiful. But several months ago, he realized to his sorrow that she did not feel the same way about him. He had tried to hint to her but she laughed off his attempts to court her. Then he had found the note from that Bulgarian wanker. Ginny always said that one should never read owls not meant for you. But he had been consumed by curiosity so he read the note that fell from her book bag just before the end of last term. It had been written after the debacle at the Ministry.



Krum had been frantic with worry. He had urged her to come to live with him in Bulgaria. He told her how much he loved her and how beautiful she was in the morning. Krum said that he couldn’t wait to wake up beside her again. It had been that word ‘again’ that had broken Ron’s heart. He spent the first weeks of summer holiday barricaded in his room listening to sad songs like a girl. Ginny broke into his room one afternoon and told him off for scaring their parents. His sister had snapped him out of his depression. She had told him to quit his adolescent angst and come and play Quidditch.



From that point on, Ron made it his goal to forget about his romantic feelings for Hermione. To that end, Ron had kissed almost every girl he could think of this year. Most of the girls were found wanting but Susan was like his mother, very comforting and soothing. Ron straightened his shoulders as he convinced himself that he had made the right decision. He picked up her forgotten hair tie from the table and caressed it unconsciously. He tucked it carefully away in his pocket and wandered up to his room. He needed to talk to Harry.



The Prefect’s Bathroom:



Hermione stormed through the silent corridors. It was very close to curfew. Hermione had stayed in the bathtub for too long. She spent the first twenty minutes crying. The next twenty minutes were spent screaming and cursing Ron Weasley’s name. But Hermione could still feel the humiliation of Ron’s rejection coursing through her veins like a subtle poison. She wanted to wreck things. The hard part was that Ron had no idea how much he had hurt her.



“My, Granger,” said a silky voice. “What’s got your knickers in a bunch?”



“Sod off,” bit out Granger as she whirled and planted her hands on her hips and glared at an amused Blaise Zabini.



“Dirty talk,” said Blaise with a light of mischief in his heavy lidded eyes. “You are such a vixen.”



“Zabini,” warned Hermione. “I am not in the mood for your witticisms at my expense. Talk to me around lunch tomorrow, I’ll let you sharpen your tongue on me for as long as you want.”



Blaise looked at her disheveled hair, wild eyes, and the damp robe clinging to her body and bit his lip. He could feel his cock spring to life. Gods, Granger was fucking sexy.



“Promises,” whispered Blaise as his eyes greedily surveyed her body.



“Slytherins,” said Hermione in utter frustration. “Why can’t you just shut up once and awhile?” Hermione could feel the anger racing through her veins. All she wanted to do was hurt Ron like he hurt her. She looked at Blaise Zabini and swallowed. She could see the bulge in his trousers as he was looking at her like he wanted to eat her.



“Gryffindors,” drawled Blaise as he steeped closer to the furious girl. He could see her pulse jumping in her throat.



“Shut up!” hissed Hermione as she stepped closer in an aggressive manner.



“Make me,” drawled Blaise with a slight sneer.



Blaise staggered backward as Granger launched herself at him with a snarl. His eyes widened as she latched on to his mouth with her own. He could feel her sharp little teeth nipping at his lower lip and opened his mouth in protest. He then shivered and groaned as she thrust her tongue into his mouth. Blaise blinked then pulled her up against his body with a growl. He slanted his mouth over hers and kissed her back. Their tongues dueled for dominance as their kiss got hotter and wetter. Blaise closed his eyes and gripped her head in his hands as he kissed her harder.



Several pulse pounding minutes later, Hermione wrenched her lips away from his demanding mouth.



“See, I found out what shuts you up,” said Hermione with a smirk as she stepped away from his heated embrace. .



“My turn,” said Blaise as he hauled her up by a strong hand around her pert arse against his body. Hermione struggles faded as Blaise slanted his mouth over her lips again. She welcomed his drugging fiery kisses. She moaned as he caressed her backside and ground his erection against her soft stomach.



“I can see why Krum was so fascinated by you,” whispered Blaise as Hermione tried to pull away from him. “That’s not an insult Granger. I can see his attraction. You are just so sexy.”



Hermione’s eyes flashed at the silky tone in his cut glass accent so much like Draco Malfoy’s.



“Really?” said Hermione with a raised eyebrow. She ran her hand down his flat stomach to touch the bulge in the front of his trousers. Her fingers lightly petted him as he groaned.



“Say my name,” whispered Hermione as a feeling of power swept over her as she avidly watched the Slytherin’s face go rosy.



“Granger,” whispered Blaise as he pressed his hips into her caressing hand.



“My first name,” said Hermione as her eyes narrowed. She looked into his eyes as she undid the belt to his trousers.



“Gods,” whispered Blaise as Hermione slipped her hands down the front of his trousers and touched his very hard, aching penis.



Hermione looked up at the helpless Slytherin and took a hand out of his trousers and licked her palm in a very lascivious manner. Blaise whimpered.



“Hermione,” gasped Blaise as her wet palm wrapped around his hot, hard penis. She moved her hand in a slow squeezing caress up and down his smooth silky shaft.



“Blaise,” whispered Hermione against his pouting lips. “Do you want me?”



“Gods, yes,” moaned Blaise. He moved his hands to grasp her breasts. It was Hermione’s turn to moan.



Hermione felt his cock swell and twitch. His helpless moans gave Hermione a feeling of control that soothed her hurt feelings. Ron may not want her but this handsome, posh boy did. She looked into his face with its fine patrician bone structure and smiled. She stopped moving her hand.



“Please,” said Blaise as he swallowed his pride. Malfoy would hex him if he heard a Slytherin plead with a Gryffindor but she had him practically on his knees. He was so close to coming.



“Show me,” said Hermione as she looked up at him challengingly. Her entire body was alight with sensation. She could feel how turned on she was. Her nipples were rock hard. She leaned against his body and wrapped his hand around his erection. He smelt good, very masculine.



Hermione watched with bated breath as Blaise wanked off. They were still wrapped around each other and she could feel the tremors of pleasure rocketing through his body as his hand moved faster and faster still.



“Hermione,” gasped Blaise. “Talk to me.”



“You are so beautiful,” whispered Hermione. “Do you like touching yourself in front of me, you naughty boy. Go faster, for me. Come for me.” She repeated herself over and over again. She moaned when Blaise stiffened and watched him spurt his semen all over his pumping hand. He pumped weakly until he slumped against her panting.



Hermione raised her face for him when he kissed her a moment later. She moaned as he sucked on her tongue. They were kissing frantically as Blaise squeezed at her breasts. A sudden loud noise broke them apart.



“No,” said Blaise as Hermione tried to slip away. He grabbed at her hand. “We aren’t finished.”



“I know,” said Hermione with a gleam in her eyes. She looked at the disheveled wizard with triumph. She turned and walked down the hall leading to Gryffindor tower.



“Hermione,” said Blaise pleadingly as he did up his trousers. He followed her.



“Discretion, Zabini,” whispered Hermione. “If you’re a good boy, I’ll meet you this weekend.”



“Owl me?” asked Blaise with a hopeful look. He took hope from the wink she gave him before she disappeared.



As Blaise walked towards the Slytherin dungeons, he gave a contented smile. Not only was Granger a lot pervier than he thought, he had found the perfect way to completely infuriate Malfoy. He gave thanks to whoever made Granger so angry that she forgot he was in Slytherin.



Just before Hermione went to bed she made a mental note to tell Lavender that all those rumors about Slytherins were true. A niggling thought occurred to her. An affair with Zabini would enrage Ron if he found out. The very hurt part of Hermione wanted him to find out. She knew she was lashing out against Ron in a very insensitive way but she just couldn’t help herself. Maybe a little fling with Zabini would take care of these longings she had. In any case, at least she would stop dreaming about Malfoy.