Blaise's Diary

A/N Here it is: the last part of this story. Hope you enjoy this. I LOVED writing this chapter. This one was fun. Happy New Year everyone!

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and make no money from the writing of this fiction.

Afterwards

They spent the remainder of the night swimming in the lagoon, talking, and making love, completely focused on one another as time seemed to stand still for their new found passion. In the morning, the two lovers fell asleep in each other's arms, pleasantly exhausted and very happy.

They almost lost track of time when the afternoon arrived, reluctant to have to return to school before the dinner hour as was required. But they did return to Hogwarts late Sunday afternoon, to the same spot in which they left it - under Hermione's favorite tree. She slipped her arms about his neck, kissing him by the lake. She wasn’t sure she ever felt this happy before. Her life had changed so much in just one weekend.

When the kiss ended, he gave her a sexy grin and said, “Are you ready?”

She knew he was referring to their entrance into the castle and the possible reactions people might have when seeing them together.

“Yes,” she replied, squaring her shoulders and taking a deep breath.

Blaise smiled at her and winked, making her feel at ease. They turned toward the castle, walking hand-in-hand and grinning at anyone who turned to gawk at them.

When they entered the castle, groups of students who were beginning to gather for the approaching dinner hour looked at them and began putting their heads together, whispering. Blaise squeezed her hand in reassurance and said, “I’ll walk you to Gryffindor. Then there is something I must do before dinner.” Hermione was too nervous to answer him as they approached Gryffindor and more of her friends passed them with stunned expressions.

When they reached the portrait hole, Blaise lifted the hand he was holding and kissed it, saying, “After dinner, meet me outside the Great Hall.”

“All right,” she replied, blushing when the portrait door opened and more people she knew stood gawking. Blaise smiled at her pretty blush and gathered her in his arms, whispering in her ear, “I told you, sweetheart, I am going to make sure everyone knows you are mine and I am yours. And they'll all know within the hour.” He kissed her lips and spoke loud enough for those around them to hear his next words. “I will see you soon, my love.”

He turned and walked away, leaving her standing nervously in front of her peers.

“Hermione?” asked Parvati, grinning. She had just witnessed the intimate little embrace and Blaise's words. “What’s going on?”

Hermione climbed through the portrait hole without answering and was suddenly faced with Harry and Ron storming up to her. “Where in blazes have you been?” Ron demanded. “McGonagall said you went to a friend’s place for the weekend,” he added with a disbelieving tone.

“I did,” she answered, feeling a bit offended that Ron thought she had no other friends then him and Harry.

“Who?” Ron demanded. “And why would you leave without telling us? Didn’t you think we would worry?”

Ron's tone of voice was starting to anger her. Harry was calm, but curious, as he waited for her answers. “You are not my father, Ronald Weasley,” she snapped. “And I’m of age to leave campus for the weekend when I choose.” It was true that seventh years that had reached their seventeenth birthday were allowed to spend weekends away from Hogwarts.

“Fine!” Ron continued. “You want us not to care about what happens to you? You can get that wish if you’d like.”

Harry sighed. “Knock it off, Ron. She’s right.” He looked at Hermione and said, gently, “We were just concerned about you. It’s not like you to leave without a word.”

“I’m sorry, but it was a sudden departure and I really didn’t have time to tell anyone,” she explained to Harry, ignoring Ron’s huffy face.

“Ever heard of owls?” Ron mumbled.

“I was too busy to think of it,” she replied.

“She was busy all right,” Parvati said from a corner of the room.

“What’s that suppose to mean?” Ron asked.

“Ron, Harry,” she began, “I have something to tell you.”

They looked at her expectantly.

“I have a boyfriend now, and … that’s where I was all weekend. I was with Blaise in Italy,” she said, nervously, waiting for their reactions.

They stared stupidly at her for a few moments. Then Ron said, “Blaise? Blaise Zabini, the playboy of Hogwarts? The guy who’s done practically every girl at school? You went away with him?”

“Ron, shut up,” Harry snapped when he saw the hurt expression on Hermione’s face.

“I realize that he’s got quite the reputation,” Hermione toned crisply. “But it’s different now. He wants a steady relationship and he wants it with me.”

“You are just another check mark on his list, Hermione!” Ron growled.

Hermione gasped and slapped him hard across his face. Ron was surprised and held his red cheek, glaring at her.

“You’ll see, Ronald Weasley,” she snapped. "You’ll see, and then I’ll make you eat your words!”

“I hope you do,” he replied, "because I’ll kill him if he fucks you over.”

Hermione spun around and hurried up the dormitory steps, tears welling in her eyes. She didn’t want to hear any more negative comments, not after having the best weekend of her life.

“Hermione…” Harry called after her. He turned on Ron, angrily. “That was just brilliant, Ron. She finally has a relationship with someone and you go and rain on her parade. What the hell’s wrong with you?”

Ron flopped down on one of the arm chairs, trying to calm his anger. “I don’t know, Harry,” he said, releasing a deep breath. “I mean, she’s like a sister to me, you know, she's our Hermione. She’s way too good for any of those gits in Slytherin. I don’t want to see her turned into some Slytherin slam piece.”

Harry sat across from him. “Neither do I, but we have to give her the benefit of the doubt. She looked happier than I’ve ever seen her when she walked in here tonight. I think we need to accept what she says until there’s proof otherwise. I mean, how many bad relationships did she have to watch us go through?”

“All right, I’ll try,” huffed Ron. “But I’m keeping a close eye on Zabini. If I catch him even making eyes at another girl, I’ll hex him into the next century.”

“And I’ll be right there with you, mate,” Harry said, slapping him on the shoulder. “Let’s go to dinner.”

OOOOOO

“Don’t listen to Ron, Hermione,” Parvati crooned, trying to cheer her up. Hermione had been sitting on her bed weeping since her row with Ron in the common room. “He’s just being a jerk.”

“I know he is,” she sniffled. “He’s wrong about Blaise.” But somehow Hermione felt worried inside. A nagging doubt that kept saying, ‘What if he’s right? What if Blaise is just using you?’

Parvati put her arm around her. “Of course he’s wrong. He’s just being overprotective. You know how he is anytime Ginny starts dating someone. Come on, Hermione. Let’s go to dinner. Ron will have to get over it.”

“All right,” Hermione sullenly agreed. Parvati pulled out her wand and did a quick charm on Hermione’s face, erasing the evidence of crying. “Thanks,” Hermione said.

They walked down to the now empty common room and out the portrait hole. Both of them stopped and stared in amazement at the sight that met their eyes. Floating all through the corridors were red hearts of all sizes. On each heart the words, “Blaise loves Hermione,” could be clearly seen.

Parvati smirked and Hermione gasped, putting her hand over her mouth. Did Blaise do this? Or maybe someone was trying to tease her.

“How romantic,” Parvati sighed.

Hermione look around at all the hearts, embarassed, as they slowly made their way down to the Great Hall. The hearts were everywhere they went. “I don’t believe this,” Hermione said, shaking her head. She wasn’t sure what to think. If Blaise hadn’t done this, then she knew he was feeling very embarrassed about this too.

When they made it to the Great Hall, everyone who had already been seated turned their heads in her direction, grinning. Some people even clapped and cheered. Hermione blushed greatly, her breath catching as she noticed a gigantic heart behind the head table with the words, “Blaise loves Hermione,” in huge letters. She stared at it a moment and swung her gaze to the Slytherin, noticing Blaise grinning at her.

Dumbledore stood up and announced, “Please come join us, Miss Granger. As you can see, Mr. Zabini has provided the decoration for tonight’s dinner.” Everyone smiled or whistled when Dumbledore called attention to the big heart behind his table. Hermione covered her red face with her hands and couldn’t help but laugh. Parvati began laughing with her. She took her hand and said, “Come on, let’s sit down.”

When they sat at the Gryffindor table, Hermione looked at Ron smugly. “Well, Ron? What were you saying earlier?”

Ron shook his head, grinning. "Barking mad, the two of you." She was still looking at him expectantly, so he added, "I'm sorry for getting so upset at you, all right?"

“Apology accepted,” she smiled.

She looked at Blaise’s table, smiling at him brightly. He smiled back and winked.

At the Slytherin table, Blaise had to endure the surprise of all his fellow housemates. Draco had come to dinner shortly after Blaise and sat down beside him. "Sorry I'm late, I've been trying to clear away those blasted hearts. Blaise, did you see what some moron has done? Someone is clearly trying to insult you. Don't worry, we'll find whoever did this...”

“That moron was me,” Blaise replied, casually.

Draco let out an incredulous laugh. “What? Why would you put hearts all over the castle like that? I don’t understand your sense of humor, Blaise.”

“It’s not suppose to be funny,” Blaise said. He knew he’d take some flack from Draco. That was a given. “I do love her, Draco. I’ve loved her for a long time.” When Draco opened his mouth to say something more, Blaise held up a hand to silence him. “Don’t say anymore about Hermione to me,” Blaise warned. “I’ve endured your slurs long enough. Now that she’s mine, I won’t tolerate them. If you want to continue to be friends with me, I suggest you learn some manners around my girlfriend.”

Draco was too shocked to say anything more. He looked at Crabbe and Goyle who just shrugged. Blaise would give up their friendship for Granger? Draco's father would be very upset if Draco cut ties with Blaise, future heir of Zabini Industries, which had very lucritive contracts with Malfoy holdings. Draco knew he had to keep quiet against his will. He picked up his fork and began attacking his dinner with a vengeance.

After dinner, Blaise met Hermione outside the Great Hall. He held her hands in his and said, “Do you think they have all got the message that you’re mine?”

She glanced at all the hearts still floating around and said, “How could they not?” Then she laughed and hugged him tight. “You’ve made me very happy, Blaise,” she whispered in his ear.

“That’s all I want, love,” Blaise whispered back. “All I want is your happiness.”

OOOOOOO

Two weeks later:

Blaise opened his eyes and stretched. What a night it had been. He danced all evening with Hermione at the graduation ball and then they returned here to his home and made sweet, delicious love. He looked to the side and noticed Hermione had already gotten up and left the room. Swinging his legs over the side of his bed he headed toward the tunnel which led to the lagoon. She must be in there, he smiled.

He went through the tunnel and stood, looking around for her in the water or under the waterfall. She was nowhere in sight. “Hermione,” he called out. He received no answer. He imagined she probably went down to the kitchens to get something to eat.

He took a quick shower in the waterfall and made his way back into the room, drying himself with a towel as he walked. When he came into the bedroom he smiled to see that Hermione was back and had a tray of food set on the bed. She was completely naked and he wondered if she had gone through the house like that.

“Good morning,” she purred as he approached her.

He bent and kissed her. “Mmmm, yes, it is a good morning.” He sat on the edge of the bed and pulled her more snuggly in his arms, kissing her neck playfully.

“I went and fetched breakfast,” she explained. “But I just realized that I’ve forgotten the plates.”

“What a tragedy,” Blaise mumbled against her neck, tickling her with his hot breath.

“Yes, quite,” Hermione grinned. “But I think I have a solution to my problem.”

He lifted his head and kissed her lips, not really caring about her plate dilemma until she said, “I think ‘you’ can be my plate, Blaise.”

“Oh, really?” Now this was interesting.

“Yes,” she nodded. He laughed when she pushed on his chest and made him lay back on the bed.

Blaise threw his arms out and said, “I am here to serve. What’s for breakfast, love?”

“I was craving something sweet,” she said, picking up a bowl with a small spoon sticking out of it.

“Sugar?” he questioned.

“Something better,” she grinned, licking her lips. “Honey.” She took a spoonful of honey and held it over his chest. Then she smiled at him in mischief as she slowly poured it onto his nipple.

The air left his lungs when he felt her hot mouth descend over the honeyed nipple and her tongue lapping at the thick substance. His hands rose to stroke her back and her hair as he enjoyed her attentions. It took awhile for her to get the sticky honey completely off his aroused nipple. Then she put some on the other one and began again.

Blaise closed his eyes and relaxed, focusing on the pleasant sensations she was causing. His eyes flew open, however, when he felt the honey being dripped down the center of his stomach and onto his cock. “Oh, Gods,” he moaned, anticipating the treat he was about to get when she licked all the honey she was placing on him.

She looked at his expression and licked some honey from her lips as she said, “Mmmm, I’m so hungry.” He growled, his eyes darkening with lust.

She went back to his lips and kissed him deeply, letting him taste her honeyed breath before she kissed her way down to the line she made on center of his body and began licking it. Blaise moaned with need, not knowing how long it would take for her to lick all that honey off before she even reached his cock. “You’re killing me, love.”

“Good things come to those that wait,” she teased, continuing her slow torture. His cock was twitching and growing ever harder as her tongue darted and delved, tasted and slurped its way down. When she finally reached his lower belly, his rigid member was tapping on her cheek as if trying to remind her that it was there.

When she finally finished with his abdomen, Blaise was panting with need. “Please, Hermione,” he rasped. She smiled and wrapped her hand around his cock, placing a small kiss right on the tip. “Please,” he begged again.

She opened her mouth and let herself sink as far as she could comfortably go, tightening her lips on the way up and causing his hips to come off the bed. “Yes!” he moaned. She began sucking and pulling in earnest, stopping only to lick all the honey she could find around his shaft and on his sac. She could tell that Blaise was enjoying it immensely and she was excited she could please him like this. He groaned, moving his hips slightly in a fucking motion as she continued her assault on his senses.

“Oh, there is just so much to lick off,” she teased. She could feel he was getting close and she sped up her motions, building as he was building. He had never cum in her mouth yet, thinking she wasn’t ready. Now she was determined to take this all the way and she encouraged, “Cum for me, Blaise.”

“I’m cumming,” he moaned, giving her warning, his hips bucking. She opened her mouth on the head and felt his release spurt out onto her tongue. She swallowed as much as she could, panting with the effort when his orgasm had ended. “Oh, Gods, I love you,” he said, pulling her up his body and into his arms, holding her as he tried to calm his breath.

“How’d I do?” she asked, smiling at his satisfied expression.

He looked at her face and grinned, “Do you have to ask?”

They rested a moment and then she said, “You want to have a shower?”

“No,” he said. “I didn’t have my breakfast yet.”

“Oh, no,” she laughed, trying to get off the bed. Blaise had a firm hold on her and simply flipped her over onto her back.

“Payback is a bitch,” he smiled, mischievously. “You’ve become quite the tease, my love. But I’m afraid you still can’t best me in that area yet.”

“Blaise, no,” she laughed and wiggled. “Don’t tease me. You do enough of that already.”

He ignored her feeble pleas while he held her down and looked at the tray. “Hmmm, what do I want for breakfast?” he pondered. He saw a dish of chocolates and smiled. Grabbing his wand from the nightstand, he melted the chocolate to a gooey state. “How I love chocolate,” he said.

He stuck a finger in it and dabbed some on her lips. Then he bent and licked it off, lingering there for some deeper plunges in her hot cavern. “Mmmm, good,” he moaned, smacking his lips. He dipped his finger in again and ran it along side her neck. Climbing on top of her, with his thigh pressed against her wet groin, he began licking and sucking down the line of chocolate. Hermione moaned and pressed her hot core against his thigh, rotating her hips in small circles.

He took her hands in his and raised them above her head as he continued to kiss, lick and nibble all the sensitive places of her neck. He lifted his head and sucked at the tender skin on the underside of her arms while he continued to move his leg against her wet heat. Hermione groaned and ran her hands over his back, “Oh… Blaise.”

He scooted further down her body and dabbed his finger in the chocolate some more, making designs on her breasts. She shivered with anticipation each time his finger passed over her sensitive nipples. Hermione arched her back towards him, needing to feel his skilled mouth on her breasts. “Blaise… please,” she begged.

“What do you want, love?” he teased.

“Suck them,” she said, breathily.

He put both hands underneath her breasts and pushed upwards, making the nipples lift and point straight towards the ceiling. “Like this?” he said, before he descended down on one aching breast and then the other, sucking and licking every trail of chocolate that he had made.

“Yes,” she wiggled in rapture. Now his hip was pressing against her core and she ground herself firmly against him, dripping with need.

“So fucking wet,” he muttered against her breast, snaking his tongue out to flick firmly over her nipple. His cock was hardening again as he felt her wet pussy sliding against his hip. But he definitely didn’t want to stop breakfast yet. Oh no, he determined, she was going to feed him well.

He sat up, breathing hard and took the bowl of chocolate. This time he tipped it and poured a line down the center of her body as she had done to him. He continued pouring the warm chocolate over her shaved pussy and it flowed down over her slit, making her groan. “Oh, Merlin, Blaise,” she mumbled, grabbing hold of his hair as he scooted down and bent his head over her stomach.

He swirled and lapped his tongue down the line of chocolate and paused while he gave particular attention to the skin of her lower belly where she was very sensitive. Hermione couldn’t stand it anymore. She needed that fabulous mouth on her throbbing clit so badly, she began tugging downward on his hair and begging, “Please, Blaise, lick me.”

She spread her legs wider in invitation and he moved his tongue down to her inner thigh, kissing and sucking the soft skin. She could feel the stubble on his cheek barely grazing her clit and she tried to push her pelvis further towards him. He chuckled and said, “What’s the matter, love? You’re not trying to rush me through my meal, are you?”

“No, but it's is going to get cold if you don’t get to it soon,” she panted.

“In that case,” he smiled and drove his mouth against her hot, wet, chocolate-covered pussy. “Mmmmm, delicious,” he moaned. He stroked her pussy with his tongue, cleaning all the chocolate and licking every crevasse. Hermione held onto his head and ground her pussy in circles against his mouth, moaning and tossing her head from side to side, every nerve in her body pumping with energy. Nothing mattered to her at this moment except that he not remove his magic mouth away from her.

His tongue reached far up into her canal, licking any juices it could reach. Then his mouth would move up to her swollen nub of pleasure, sucking and licking as his fingers slipped deep into her. She was getting close and her hands flew to either side of her as she twisted the bedding in her fists and lifted her hips in the air screaming his name. “Blaise!” The wave of the first intense contraction rippled through her in a grand release. “Ahhhhhh,” she cried as her pussy pulsed and gripped on Blaise’s pumping fingers. He kept them in her as she rode out her pleasure and then replaced them with his tongue, lapping at her hole and tasting all he could.

When he rose on his hands and knees and crawled up her body, she glanced down and saw how stiff his cock was and the look on his face was of complete agony. “I need dessert,” he rasped.

She couldn't help but giggle at his words. She pulled him down, saying, “Bon appetite.”

He drove straight into her hot cavern with a groan while he put his elbows on the bed on either side of her head, bending down to capture her lips in a searing, needy kiss. He plunged over and over into her hot depths, making Hermione groan each time he hit the end of her passage. “I love you,” he whispered, as he placed kisses all over her face and returned to her mouth, plunging his tongue inside at the same time his cock drove into her.

Hermione didn’t know how much more pleasure she could take. He satisfied her so completely in every way. Her hands went behind her knees and she pulled her legs up higher so he could plunge even deeper. Blaise felt what she was doing so he hooked her legs over his forearms and pushed his body up more so he could drive faster and harder into her.

Hermione closed her eyes, moaning and thrashing. “Yes, faster,” she encouraged. Blaise scrunched his face and threw his head backwards as he groaned, “Gods!” The sight of her beautiful Blaise beginning his orgasm sent Hermione over her own edge and they both came together, yelling each other’s name as the hot flood of their combined fluids filled her cavern with warmth and delicious heat.

He lowered to his elbows again and shared a tender, sweet kiss with her before pulling out and falling to the side, trying to calm his breathing. Hermione put her head on his shoulder and hugged him tight against his chest.

After a while she said, “Blaise?”

“Hmmm?” he answered, sleepily.

“I’ve fallen in love with you.”

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The END

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A/N Hope you enjoyed that! I’ve been writing so much lately that I need to go clean my house. LOL Unless Blaise wants to come over for breakfast. Always make time for that!

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