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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
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Adult +
Chapters:
1
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4,465
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3
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Woman
Woman
NC-17 paring of Blaise Zabini and Hermione Granger. The fic is based on the song “Woman” by Maroon 5.
All characters are owned by J.K.R. and her affiliates. I claim no ownership, except for the plot.
Arriving to class late, a rarity for Hermione Granger, she forfeited her right to pick her partner for the Ancient Runes assignment. Professor Seranis informed her that Blaise Zabini was to be her partner. Several students in the class snickered meanly, but she kept her head, and calmly joined him at what was to be their table.
“Sorry about that,” she said with an apologetic grin. “Peeves was hassling some first years, and Prefects have to exercise some control. Especially over Peeves.”
“That’s alright.” He said quietly. Patiently, he described the assignment. They were to turn in 4 rolls of parchment on the unique and delicate art of Runes, including but not limited to its long and debated history, many uses, and the casting of runes to determine one’s future.
They decided to meet in the library after having dinner in the Great Hall. The library usually remains vacant, so they would have time to get a majority of their work done in relative peace.
He silently watched her walk into the dimly lit library, her wild hair pulled back into an unruly pony tail. Her open robes revealed jeans and a thick, cream-colored sweater. He noted her casual appearance as a definite upgrade from the way she looked in class.
“Let’s get to work, shall we?” she said, bubbly.
They had been in the library for the better part of two hours. She had decided it would be best to divide up the research so that neither she nor Blaise would be overloaded. He was to tackle the history of Ancient Runes and cast his future while she looked up its uses and cast her future.
If I’d be so inclined to climb up beside you
Would you tell me the time just isn’t right?
If I should ever find the key you hide so well,
Would you tell me that I can spend the night?
He was becoming envious of her sweater. He, Niccolo Blaise Zabini, was jealous of a muggle sweater. The way it hugged her high, firm breasts seemed like a sin. It made him want to rip it off, and that led to many possibilities, all of which had the same ending. He shuddered with that erotic thought.
He had never had these urges before, especially not with the Gryffindor know-it all. But the brunette witch had somehow invaded his thoughts ever since she had been assigned as his partner for their Ancient Runes assignment.
“Are you okay, Blaise?” Said a concerned looking Hermione. “I know that we have been in the library for a while, so I think it’s safe to stop here for the night. We can pick up where we left off tomorrow. All right?”
“Sure.”
Leaving a smell on my coat,
Leaving a taste on my shoulder.
I still fail to understand what it is about this woman.
Brushing past him on her way out, he caught a whiff of her scent. It felt as if he had just gotten off of a roller coaster. She smelled distinctly of jasmine and vanilla, combining in just the right proportions to drive him mad. He wondered if she tasted as good as she smelled?
If I could bottle up the chills that you give me,
I would keep them in a jar next to my bed.
If I should ever draw a picture of a woman,
It is you that would come flowing from my pen.
They had to work together closely for the next few weeks, the project demanding a majority of their time. They always met after dinner, allowing themselves to change into something more comfortable that their usual uniforms. He was able to catch a glimpse of her that people seldom ever saw.
She was beautiful when casual. The tense look she sported melted away when she walked among the rows of musty books. He longed for her to look that way at him, but he seriously doubted it.
He was searching the stacks for a book called The Life and Times of Odin; when he saw her bending down to pick up a book from one of the bottom shelves. Quickly ducking behind the last row, he observed her breathtaking arse. Zabini’s were notorious breast men, but he was beginning to develop an extreme liking to her rear.
Stopping early, they decided they could get more done on the weekend, so that left tomorrow night free for the both of them.
Leaving the clothes on my floor
Making me walk out the door
And I just fail to understand what it is about this woman.
Not knowing what to do on a Friday night, Blaise decided to turn in early, allowing himself to an early start on the next day’s research. His sleep was interrupted by an intensely erotic dream.
She was walking towards his bed, throwing clothes off as she made the path to his bed slow and purposeful. Arriving at his side, he found himself fully clothed. He watched as she began to strip him of the clothes that were impeding her progress.
Soon, he was as naked as she. Pressing him down onto the bed, he watched helplessly as she flicked her wand over him. His hands and feet were spread and bound to the headboard and footboard of his bed. She slowly produced a thick green candle from thin air, lighting it with the tip of her wand.
Twirling the candle in her hand, she delicately let a drop fall onto his chest. He inhaled sharply at the impact, enjoying the feel of the molten wax hitting his skin. She continued sprinkling little drops of wax onto various parts of his body, carefully kissing the areas after the wax had dried, as if to take away the sting.
His body was begging for release, and she was willing to help him in that area. Straddling him, she quietly led him into her tight sheath. They both gasped at the feeling, her feeling of fullness, and he a feeling of envelopment.
Not being able to stand it, she began to move, sending delicate friction to his pulsating cock. She was setting a slow pace, which was disappointing him. Deciding to take matters into his own hands, he rolled over and began to pump into her with utter abandon for her comfort. Her screams of passion mingled with his as they both shuddered in release.
Fail to understand what it is about this woman.
Waking in the dim hours of the morning, he grimaced as he felt his dried release clinging to his boxers and sheets. His dream had seemed so real, he even felt slight burning in areas where she had dripped the wax. Slowly pacing to the showers, he noticed her scent lingering in the air surrounding him. Was it a dream?
The weather, unusually warm for mid October, caused him to dress more casually. Slipping on his favorite pair of faded chinos and Italian track t-shirt, he started to mentally prepare himself for the day to come, because there was no telling what would happen when she got involved.
Helpless the melting as I stand next to the sun
As she burns me I am screaming out for more.
I drink every drop of liquid heat that I’ve become
Cut me open; spill me out onto the floor.
She looked a little flushed this morning, but it made her all the more beautiful. Dressed simply in faded jeans and a comic t-shirt sporting the phrase “Anything you can do, I can do better…” she sauntered into the library as if she owned it.
Smug smile on her face, she said “Ready to get started. I think that in just a few more days we will be finished with the whole lot.”
Mentally grimacing at the thought, he put on his best face. In a few days, his dream would be over, but he was sure that it would continue to play out while he slept.
Maybe if he sabotaged their work? No, that would be bad for the both of them. Tell her how he felt? No, she would laugh at his lack of bravery.
There was absolutely nothing for it.
Leaving a smell on my coat,
Leaving a taste on my shoulder.
I still fail to understand, fail to understand
They worked on through the weekend, Sunday night quickly drawing to a close. With a flourish of her wand, she sighed as the books they were using flew to the appropriate places on the shelves.
“That’s it” she said. “We are done.” She felt compelled to congratulate the shy Slytherin, so as they were preparing to leave, she gave him a tentative hug in thanks.
He stiffened at the intimate contact she had just made. Did she really touch him of her own will? He began to relax into her embrace.
She felt him melt into her embrace. She knew he liked it. Impressed with his reaction, especially when she felt him returning it in earnest, she decided to do something impulsive.
Standing on her tip-toes in their embrace, she lightly kissed him on the lips. Delicate and fleeting, she heard and felt his intake of breath. She wanted more, though, and deepened the kiss. As he began to explore her mouth, as if to discover all the hidden places, she stopped.
Laughing at the look of disappointment he wore, she gathered up the rest of her books and left the library.
SHE HAD KISSED HIM! The witch had kissed him, and kissed him good. He couldn’t say a word, but just watch as she sauntered out of the library. With a sigh and a quick adjustment to his chinos, he began to gather up his work.
Glancing down, he saw a piece of parchment that didn’t belong to him. Picking it up, he smiled as he read what it had to say:
Zabini,
I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did.
If you want to continue, be late for Care of Magical Creatures next Tuesday.
I’ll make sure that you will be MY partner.
-Granger
Leaving a smell on my coat,
Leaving a taste on my shoulder.
I still fail to understand what it is about this woman.
He left the library with a smile, wondering how many times they could manage to be late.
NC-17 paring of Blaise Zabini and Hermione Granger. The fic is based on the song “Woman” by Maroon 5.
All characters are owned by J.K.R. and her affiliates. I claim no ownership, except for the plot.
Arriving to class late, a rarity for Hermione Granger, she forfeited her right to pick her partner for the Ancient Runes assignment. Professor Seranis informed her that Blaise Zabini was to be her partner. Several students in the class snickered meanly, but she kept her head, and calmly joined him at what was to be their table.
“Sorry about that,” she said with an apologetic grin. “Peeves was hassling some first years, and Prefects have to exercise some control. Especially over Peeves.”
“That’s alright.” He said quietly. Patiently, he described the assignment. They were to turn in 4 rolls of parchment on the unique and delicate art of Runes, including but not limited to its long and debated history, many uses, and the casting of runes to determine one’s future.
They decided to meet in the library after having dinner in the Great Hall. The library usually remains vacant, so they would have time to get a majority of their work done in relative peace.
He silently watched her walk into the dimly lit library, her wild hair pulled back into an unruly pony tail. Her open robes revealed jeans and a thick, cream-colored sweater. He noted her casual appearance as a definite upgrade from the way she looked in class.
“Let’s get to work, shall we?” she said, bubbly.
They had been in the library for the better part of two hours. She had decided it would be best to divide up the research so that neither she nor Blaise would be overloaded. He was to tackle the history of Ancient Runes and cast his future while she looked up its uses and cast her future.
If I’d be so inclined to climb up beside you
Would you tell me the time just isn’t right?
If I should ever find the key you hide so well,
Would you tell me that I can spend the night?
He was becoming envious of her sweater. He, Niccolo Blaise Zabini, was jealous of a muggle sweater. The way it hugged her high, firm breasts seemed like a sin. It made him want to rip it off, and that led to many possibilities, all of which had the same ending. He shuddered with that erotic thought.
He had never had these urges before, especially not with the Gryffindor know-it all. But the brunette witch had somehow invaded his thoughts ever since she had been assigned as his partner for their Ancient Runes assignment.
“Are you okay, Blaise?” Said a concerned looking Hermione. “I know that we have been in the library for a while, so I think it’s safe to stop here for the night. We can pick up where we left off tomorrow. All right?”
“Sure.”
Leaving a smell on my coat,
Leaving a taste on my shoulder.
I still fail to understand what it is about this woman.
Brushing past him on her way out, he caught a whiff of her scent. It felt as if he had just gotten off of a roller coaster. She smelled distinctly of jasmine and vanilla, combining in just the right proportions to drive him mad. He wondered if she tasted as good as she smelled?
If I could bottle up the chills that you give me,
I would keep them in a jar next to my bed.
If I should ever draw a picture of a woman,
It is you that would come flowing from my pen.
They had to work together closely for the next few weeks, the project demanding a majority of their time. They always met after dinner, allowing themselves to change into something more comfortable that their usual uniforms. He was able to catch a glimpse of her that people seldom ever saw.
She was beautiful when casual. The tense look she sported melted away when she walked among the rows of musty books. He longed for her to look that way at him, but he seriously doubted it.
He was searching the stacks for a book called The Life and Times of Odin; when he saw her bending down to pick up a book from one of the bottom shelves. Quickly ducking behind the last row, he observed her breathtaking arse. Zabini’s were notorious breast men, but he was beginning to develop an extreme liking to her rear.
Stopping early, they decided they could get more done on the weekend, so that left tomorrow night free for the both of them.
Leaving the clothes on my floor
Making me walk out the door
And I just fail to understand what it is about this woman.
Not knowing what to do on a Friday night, Blaise decided to turn in early, allowing himself to an early start on the next day’s research. His sleep was interrupted by an intensely erotic dream.
She was walking towards his bed, throwing clothes off as she made the path to his bed slow and purposeful. Arriving at his side, he found himself fully clothed. He watched as she began to strip him of the clothes that were impeding her progress.
Soon, he was as naked as she. Pressing him down onto the bed, he watched helplessly as she flicked her wand over him. His hands and feet were spread and bound to the headboard and footboard of his bed. She slowly produced a thick green candle from thin air, lighting it with the tip of her wand.
Twirling the candle in her hand, she delicately let a drop fall onto his chest. He inhaled sharply at the impact, enjoying the feel of the molten wax hitting his skin. She continued sprinkling little drops of wax onto various parts of his body, carefully kissing the areas after the wax had dried, as if to take away the sting.
His body was begging for release, and she was willing to help him in that area. Straddling him, she quietly led him into her tight sheath. They both gasped at the feeling, her feeling of fullness, and he a feeling of envelopment.
Not being able to stand it, she began to move, sending delicate friction to his pulsating cock. She was setting a slow pace, which was disappointing him. Deciding to take matters into his own hands, he rolled over and began to pump into her with utter abandon for her comfort. Her screams of passion mingled with his as they both shuddered in release.
Fail to understand what it is about this woman.
Waking in the dim hours of the morning, he grimaced as he felt his dried release clinging to his boxers and sheets. His dream had seemed so real, he even felt slight burning in areas where she had dripped the wax. Slowly pacing to the showers, he noticed her scent lingering in the air surrounding him. Was it a dream?
The weather, unusually warm for mid October, caused him to dress more casually. Slipping on his favorite pair of faded chinos and Italian track t-shirt, he started to mentally prepare himself for the day to come, because there was no telling what would happen when she got involved.
Helpless the melting as I stand next to the sun
As she burns me I am screaming out for more.
I drink every drop of liquid heat that I’ve become
Cut me open; spill me out onto the floor.
She looked a little flushed this morning, but it made her all the more beautiful. Dressed simply in faded jeans and a comic t-shirt sporting the phrase “Anything you can do, I can do better…” she sauntered into the library as if she owned it.
Smug smile on her face, she said “Ready to get started. I think that in just a few more days we will be finished with the whole lot.”
Mentally grimacing at the thought, he put on his best face. In a few days, his dream would be over, but he was sure that it would continue to play out while he slept.
Maybe if he sabotaged their work? No, that would be bad for the both of them. Tell her how he felt? No, she would laugh at his lack of bravery.
There was absolutely nothing for it.
Leaving a smell on my coat,
Leaving a taste on my shoulder.
I still fail to understand, fail to understand
They worked on through the weekend, Sunday night quickly drawing to a close. With a flourish of her wand, she sighed as the books they were using flew to the appropriate places on the shelves.
“That’s it” she said. “We are done.” She felt compelled to congratulate the shy Slytherin, so as they were preparing to leave, she gave him a tentative hug in thanks.
He stiffened at the intimate contact she had just made. Did she really touch him of her own will? He began to relax into her embrace.
She felt him melt into her embrace. She knew he liked it. Impressed with his reaction, especially when she felt him returning it in earnest, she decided to do something impulsive.
Standing on her tip-toes in their embrace, she lightly kissed him on the lips. Delicate and fleeting, she heard and felt his intake of breath. She wanted more, though, and deepened the kiss. As he began to explore her mouth, as if to discover all the hidden places, she stopped.
Laughing at the look of disappointment he wore, she gathered up the rest of her books and left the library.
SHE HAD KISSED HIM! The witch had kissed him, and kissed him good. He couldn’t say a word, but just watch as she sauntered out of the library. With a sigh and a quick adjustment to his chinos, he began to gather up his work.
Glancing down, he saw a piece of parchment that didn’t belong to him. Picking it up, he smiled as he read what it had to say:
Zabini,
I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did.
If you want to continue, be late for Care of Magical Creatures next Tuesday.
I’ll make sure that you will be MY partner.
-Granger
Leaving a smell on my coat,
Leaving a taste on my shoulder.
I still fail to understand what it is about this woman.
He left the library with a smile, wondering how many times they could manage to be late.