Fantasy

A/N: Only my third het ever. But I got the idea and couldn't resist ;) I hope you all enjoy and happy belated New Year!


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Hermione hasn’t changed much over the years. She still hangs around with Harry and Ron, helping them do their homework and getting them out of scrapes. She still cares about her schoolwork, becoming almost like a maniac about it in her last year.

Everyday could find her in the library, feverishly copying down spells and notes from the many books that surround her. She wants to do well and has aspirations of doing something worthwhile after leaving school, like changing the Ministry or becoming editor of the Daily Prophet.

Though Voldemort was killed last summer, and she, Ron, and Harry returned to Hogwarts, she still hasn’t changed much. She has finally learned how to control her hair, which is now smooth and wavy instead of bushy and frizzy. It’s still long and flows down her back. She usually keeps it up nowadays, using a loose hair band to keep it in place. As a result, it still often looks messy.

Her clothes are tighter now, not because she wears them that way, but because she has filled out a little over the years. She doesn’t notice the boys staring at her when she walks from the library. She thinks they’re merely staring at the books she carries in her arms. Sometimes, she wishes one of them might offer to carry some instead of gaping at her like a beached whale.

Instead, she sighs and hoists the books higher, leaving for her common room like she does every night.

Blaise Zabini, from his seat in a small, dark corner of the library, watches her gather her things like always and leave, not even sparing a glance around her. He wonders if she knows he’s even there sometimes.

He found this corner of the library on accident. He’s pretty sure it wasn’t here his first few years at Hogwarts. There are a few low armchairs with a lamp for reading. The chairs are fairly comfortable and he’s pretty sure he’s accidentally fallen asleep there a few times.

Another vantage point of this spot is the perfect view of Hermione as she studies every day. He won’t admit this to anyone else, but he happens to have a thing for Hermione Granger. He can’t help himself watching her.

As she leaves the library that evening, he pulls himself out of his chair slowly. He knows he should have been doing his homework, like the essay for Snape that lies half finished on his lap, but he’d been once again distracted by Hermione.

He shakes his head and rises, tucking away the essay in his Potion’s book and stuffing it into his bag. He leaves the library slowly, heading back to the Slytherin dorms where he’ll jerk off to images of Hermione, knowing he’ll never get what he wants.

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The next day, Blaise is in the library again. He’s told himself that he really needs to finish his essay today and not get distracted by the girl sitting at the table across the room. He tears his eyes away from her skirt and places them back on the paper in front of him.

He’s written about three sentences when his attention slips again and he looks up at Hermione. She’s still bent over her own paper, oblivious to anything else going on around her.

Blaise shifts in his seat, feeling the familiar sensation of heat in his groin. He doesn’t know how just looking at her does this to him, but it does. He imagines her mouth on his cock, sucking and licking, just enough but not quite enough to bring him off.

He shifts again, feeling the uncomfortable hardness becoming more prevalent. This isn’t what he needs. He needs to ignore her and find someone else to fuck. He can’t have the perfect little Gryffindor. He needs a dirty Slytherin to fulfill his fantasies, but his imagination won’t have it that way.

As he stares at Hermione, thinking that his brain must be on a holiday, he sees her look up and directly into his corner.

Oh shit, he thinks. He tells himself to stay calm. She can’t see him. She doesn’t know he’s there.

But no, she’s getting up, setting down her book, and walking slowly around her table, her eyes fixed on his corner. He swallows hard, trying to force down the erection that’s pressing against his trousers under his robes. Luckily, he’s wearing robes and it’s far easier to hide that way.

As he watches her, he thinks that her shirt is much tighter than he remembers. Her skirt is shorter too, riding up her thighs as he nears him. He knows he should be finding this odd, but he doesn’t really care.

She’s near enough to actually see him now. He stares up at her, his hands still holding his robes inconspicuously over his erection. He wonders what she’s doing. She’s never made any motions that she noticed him before.

“Zabini,” she says, and he notices she uses his last name. Not that he expected otherwise, but he almost wonders if she even knows his name sometimes. “Why are you staring at me?”

Blaise has no answer. He’s never thought about this situation before. Hermione steps closer and further into the shadows. She’s close enough that he could pull her into his lap if he wanted to. In fact, he notices, if he just moves about two inches to the left, he could see up her skirt.

Fortunately for Hermione, Blaise isn’t that type. If he can get hard merely by looking at her, he hates to think what would happen if he looked up her skirt. However, that doesn’t stop him from staring at her legs that are so close. His eyes travel up her legs and thighs to her stomach, over the soft curves of her breasts and to her face, surrounded by the waves of dark curls from her hair.

Her expression is serious as she waits for his answer. She raises an eyebrow as his eyes move over her body.

Blaise feels his cock jump as he stares at her. Fuck, he thinks. He wants her. Badly.

Then, she’s not standing anymore. She’s sliding down onto his lap and his mouth has dropped open from momentary shock. He snaps it shut, though, reminding himself that Slytherins do not gape like fishes.

She feels warm and heavy on his lap, and he’s sure that if he’s not careful, he might come in his pants, and that would be quite embarrassing, not to mention awkward. He feels her shift and he bites his lip. He thinks she must know about his problem by this point.

Because of her position on his lap, he’s unable to hide it anymore. His hands let go of his robes and slide to his side. He still doesn’t really know what’s going on.

“Do you like staring at me, Zabini?” Hermione asks, her voice quiet and her eyes on his.

Blaise can’t believe this is happening. He decides to see how far he can get denying it. “What are you talking about, Granger?” he asks, attempting his best nonchalant tone. He’s perfected it over the years, but right then, it seems to waver.

Hermione’s eyes don’t flicker as she watches him. She shifts forward, her knees on either side of him, resting on the armchair’s seat. His legs are stretched out, which does nothing to hide his embarrassing predicament. There’s nothing he can do, though, with her sitting on his lap. Any move he might make would only make it worse.

Her hands are on the arms of the chair, so close to his own body, but not touching him. Her hair is falling out of the hair tie, pieces falling over her shoulder and into her face. She does nothing to fix it, though, as she watches Blaise.

Blaise, in a moment of weakness and desire, reaches up and pushes a piece of the dark hair from her face. He just wants to know what it feels like. As soon as his hand has pushed it back to her ear, he feels her warm fingers wrap around his wrist, pushing it down to his side. The piece of hair falls back into her face.

He doesn’t have time to react as all of a sudden, her lips are on his. It only takes him a second to realize what’s happening and he’s kissing back, taking control. Her hand has let go of his wrist and his hand is back in her hair, twining around the dark locks as they continue kissing.

His tongue is in her mouth, greedily licking and sucking. He’s waited so long to know what this would feel like, and he’s going to take advantage. He swallows her soft moan as he sucks on her lower lip. He can feel her body moving with his.

His other hand has crept up her thigh and slid under her skirt, massaging the soft, warm skin. He’s harder than ever as she rocks against him.

Their mouths slide together, his tongue delving into her mouth, trying to taste all of her. God, he wants more. His hand slides higher, feeling the elastic of her underwear. To his surprise, she’s wearing a thong. He never imagined her to be the type.

He’s distracted, though, as she breaks the kiss. He’s breathing hard and staring up at her. He hopes he didn’t scare her. He doesn’t want her to leave, not now.

She stares at him for a second, then gives him a devious smile. She leans in and kisses the side of his mouth teasingly. He wonders what she’s doing until he feels her hands pushing aside his robes and fiddling with the button and zipper of his slacks.

He groans as she pushes them down and her hand slides under his boxers. He’s so hard it’s excruciating. Her hand is small and warm, but oh so perfect. He shifts, pushing his hips up into her hand, wanting her to go faster.

Her lips are on his ear, licking and nibbling, pulling on the lobe with her teeth. His groan is soft and labored as her hand slides over his cock.

His eyes are open, but he can barely focus. This is something he never imagined Hermione would do. He always thought she was a “good girl.” But, fuck, this is turning him on.

He can’t help a small gasp as her hand pumps his cock, bringing him closer to completion. He reaches up and grabs her hair, forcing her head from his neck and up to his lips. His lips crash against hers in a hard kiss. Her tongue is hot as it slides against his. He can tell she likes it as her muffled moan is devoured by his mouth.

Her hand is moving faster, sliding over his leaking cock. He breaks the kiss with a hiss as she gives it a light squeeze. He looks up and finds a smirk on her face. He has to admit that it’s damn sexy.

He knows he’s not going to last much longer as her pumping becomes harder and faster. His hand is grasping her thigh tightly, rubbing it in time with her pulls.

“Blaise,” she whispers, leaning in and kissing him again. She strokes him faster, knowing he’s almost there.

“God, Hermione,” he manages to choke out against her lips. He can feel her smile, and thinks that this is what he wants, what he’s always wanted.

She pulls away from him, and moves to his ear, giving it a teasing lick. “Blaise,” he hears her whisper again and it nearly sends him over the edge. “Blaise.” God, he loves how his name sounds rolling off her lips.

She’s sucking on his ear and his eyes are closed, his breathing hard, and he still can’t believe this is happening.

“Blaise.” He hears his name again, whispered in a low, lust-filled voice. “Blaise.” There it is again, but it doesn’t sound so low anymore. “Blaise!”

His eyes jerk open and he stares around. Pansy is sitting next to him, an eyebrow raised and her hands on her hips. “Earth to Blaise.”

He blinks and turns his head quickly. Hermione is sitting at her desk, her nose buried in a large textbook. He watches as she tucks a stray piece of hair behind her ear and turns the page.

He realizes that he’s achingly hard and it’s kind of obvious. Pansy seems to have noticed this because her eyebrow has gone up even further and a devious smirk has come onto her face.

“What were you thinking about, Blaise?” she asks, her smirk becoming smug. Her eyes are on him and he knows he can’t tell her. No one can know about what he really wants.

“Get your mind out of the gutter, Pansy,” he snaps, standing up and readjusting his robes. He grabs his bag and turns, stalking out of the library, leaving Pansy rolling her eyes behind him.

He goes past Hermione, carefully avoiding looking at her. All he knows is that he needs to take care of this little problem before anyone else notices.

He leaves the library, letting the door slam behind him. Moments later, Pansy rises and leaves also. Hermione glances up as she walks out the door.

She stares at the door for a moment before smiling to herself and goes back to reading.

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A/N: Yes, there is one more chapter. Didn't think I would leave it there, didja? :) Please review and I'll try to add it soon!